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Stepfather
By : Artemick
Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Takasune sat back, feet on the table and his chair balanced on two legs. He flicked the cap on the video camera open and shut. He was grinning; this time, it would work.
He’d already sent Hatanaka packing. The man had come home early, then crossed the barrier.
“You’re drunk.” Takasune muttered.
Suddenly, Hatanaka was sure he was drinking, that he couldn’t stop, that he was trashed. There was a bump. He’d hit a telephone pole, but he heard screams. His wife and son were under the car. Shattering, bodies leaking like spilled bottles, their blood like whiskey.
Hatanaka sat down and sobbed until he passed out on the asphalt, hyperventilating over two thousand yen worth of bumper damage from the pole – though he thought he was mourning his wife in jail.
The mother hadn't come home, so no game there.
Taka let Minamino get quite close before playing with him. He let him inside the house. He let him take off his shoes.
The first trap was on solid. It set in the hall, and Kurama didn’t even pause as he walked through it.
Taka wasn’t sure what Sensui had set up, but apparently, the boy was safe to handle now. Not that Taka was afraid of a 150 pound waif from the preppiest magnet school in the district to begin with.
Minamino came in without looking. He was completely unguarded, half smiling.
“Hey, Shu-chan,” Taka said. “You’re afraid.”
Like a perfect automaton, the elegant boy’s mouth trembled open in suppressed horror. “Hatanaka-san…” he put his hands up. “What’s going on?”
“What is going on?” Taka laughed, letting the chair fall with a thump and standing. He stuck the lens cap in his pocket and pressed the red button on the camera, lifting it to his eyes. It clicked and began to record. “You tell me. But it’s bad. It’s so serious…” he aimed the camera up at the boy.
Minamino showed up tiny and blue tinted from inside the viewer. “Hatanaka-san. Please let her go.”
“What’s the hurry? We’ve got all night, and you certainly took your time coming home.”
“I…I’m sorry, Hatanaka-san, otosan. I should have called you.” He suddenly bowed deeply, throwing his body forward.

Taka shook his head, astounded. The valedictorian of the most prestigious schools in the country, handsome-brilliant-rich-arrogant Minamino, bent double and pled for Taka to accept his apology. A fucking miracle.

“I am awesome,” Taka chuckled. “Shh now. Quiet.”
He came up close to the boy. The prep’s green eyes jittered over him, touching automatically on the camera and face. But then they fixed on the far chair, deep in the hallucination, brain making up stories Taka could only listen in on, like a voice deep inside an ocean shell.
“Not so powerful now, are you, smart ass? You’re feeling a little dumb.”
“But I’m not, I’m just afraid…I’m not, I’m worthless…”
“Worthless?”
“You’re right, sir. You’re right.”
Taka felt a little bad. He hadn’t known the kid was in a bad situation. Who could expect that such a golden-boy at the school was afraid of his father? Taka had been imagining what kind of family lived in this beautiful house. They were beyond well off. He'd worried, only half joking, that his job would get difficult: The worst thing Minamino might imagine could be a math problem he couldn’t solve. But the boy was tense and terrified, so deep in his fear that it gave Taka shivers to watch. He’d never been so close to a victim.
No victim had ever been so calm though. Shuichi Minamino, rational scientist extraordinaire, was winning an argument with fear.
Taka felt a real respect. He always had; he’d seen Shuichi in journals and interviews. He’d looked vain. Taka wanted to be him. He’d wanted to get rid of him and take his place, take his shining life, and live here with that huge bedroom and closet.
Making him cower, controlled, was as good. Better in some ways.
“Fine. Your mother’s safe,” Taka muttered. He shut the camera off and went to sit down. He looked around the kitchen, to his trembling, smiling captive. “Huh. Shut up and get me some food. I’m starving, waiting for you.”
Shuichi slipped his school satchel off his shoulder and went to work like a chef, chopping fresh vegetables.
Taka watched him tuck his hair behind his ear. It curled forward over his cheek. He watched Shuichi’s shoulders shift fitfully under his white dress shirt. He watched his uniform trousers stretching and riding up around his ass and thighs as he moved, and Taka realized that his jealousy had become a fetish.
Shuichi was handling the knife with too much intention.
“You’re still terrified that if you press me or do anything but what I want, I’ll kill her.”
Minamino let go of the small knife. He dropped the vegetables in the skillet without any more trouble.
Taka enjoyed watching his bare forearms. He turned on the camera to record it, with a new tape. The boy was so capable. “Hey. Make me a drink. Something hard.”
“There’s none…”
“It’s on the back of the top shelf where you can’t see, moron. Where adults always hide shit.”
Minamino took a chair and brought it down.
Taka zoomed in on his ass, waving the view up and down his body. “Ye-e-es! Good boy, son.”
“Um…” Minamino had the bottle in hand, but looked confused.
“A small glass, with ice and a shot of water. A shot’s like – “
“Four grams,” Minamino whispered.
“S-sure.” Maybe he’s autistic, Taka thought. But it was impossible to be that popular and autistic. Surely. The whole kid was impossible. His existence is an anomaly.
“Here.” Minamino put the glass down in front of him on the placemat.
“Thanks. You know, that was so quick, I won’t kill your mom.”
Minamino was too tweaked out in his dream to register anything but a sort of general calm. He brought two plates over, as efficient as a professional server. “Mother could get you some sake.”
“This is good.”
Minamino fluttered around, talking to ghosts.
It wasn’t unusual for a victim to think they were speaking without really forming the words. Taka put a hand on his camera to keep the boy from knocking into it. He took the extra plate over from the ‘mother’ and plunked it in front of Minamino. “Eat up. Come on, sit."
Minamino looked down, surprised and unable to explain the food. Taka laughed as he sat down, thanked the persona, and ate.
They finished in silence.
Minamino finished first and sat, quietly attentive. Taka took his time, belched, and threw his napkin down on the plate. “What a good little wifey you are. Good stuff. Clean up time, bitch.”
The young man stood, clearing Taka’s plate.
“This night’s coming to a close. What else are you worried about – what other secrets you got in that pretty head?”
Minamino stopped, leaving the plates where they were.
Taka was turning on the camera when Minamino’s shout sent his heart through his throat – “Hatanaka-san!”
Taka let out a string of obscenities, clutching his chest. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“You were completely right…about the other night…I need to talk to another man.”
“O..kay.” Taka snorted. He put a hand on Minamino’s shoulder and pushed his back into the chair. “Just…calmly. You’re the only one who should be scared, bastard.”
The boy sat obediently, but Taka was unable to take his hand off. Minamino’s skin was hot as steam.
It was a nice feeling, and Taka realized a sane, essential thing. He didn’t have to use his suggestions to terrorize people. He’d simply longed to. He wanted to send his cousins screaming, to make his aggressive dog lie prone and pissing itself. He’d liked seeing his teacher shriek and cut her head on the door edge as she ran out of the classroom.
This was the first time he’d wanted to leave his hand on someone. And Shuichi had to let him. He could make Shuichi hold still.
The boy looked directly at him. “I told you women held little interest for me, you remember?”
“Uh…”
“You have to keep this a secret! Even from my mother. She would hate me.”
Taka laughed. It was so ridiculous, it took his breath away. He choked out, “Shuichi Minamino’s a fag. Ha!” He chucked the boy under the chin. “Oh, Minamino's coming out - I’m going to know you best by the end of the night, won’t I?”
Minamino shivered, but insisted. “You…promise that you won’t hate me? Please don’t be disappointed. It was an accident. I didn’t mean to.”
“I couldn’t hate you, handsome. Man, I knew I wasn’t the only one - but you…”
“My jujitsu teacher asked that I come by a classroom after school to talk about joining his class. He…we were alone in the classroom. He locked the door behind us. He made me do things.”
Taka was in shock. He knew the jujitsu teacher – a shy, swarthy university student. Him and Minamino…unprecedented. How could it even happen? But if it had…hot.
Then Minamino, confessing to a hallucination and enemy, took Taka’s hand and stroked it, sensually.
“Holy shit…” Taka wheezed, dropping the camera. His cock leaped against his pants. This was not, obviously, Minamino’s first time touching a lover, and he was running on, lashes fluttering and so innocent – then he looked into Taka’s face.
“I liked it. I ached afterwards, thinking of it.” His lips were so red. Taka was choking.
Slowly, Taka took Minamino’s face in his hands. “Oh God.”
He thought of what he’d seen on theatre screens, shut his eyes, and tried it.
It was soft, innocent.
Shuichi Minamino was in his hands when he opened his eyes, and he was smiling.
“That was good. Did that feel good?”
“He didn’t…that was my first…”
"Aw, don’t say that was your first. You’re making me hard…”
“I don’t think it should matter,” Shuichi insisted, putting his hands delicately over Taka’s arms. He rubbed over his forearms and Taka groaned along, hips twitching forward over Shuichi’s knees. “I don’t feel bad. I don’t think that was wrong. It felt so good, him inside me. Like it was meant to.”
Taka panted, trying to joke. “That’s how you get those grades.”
“How’d you know?”
Taka laughed. “Cute, aren’t you. You know, I’m not so stupid either. Not that you’d notice anyone in your shadow. But hey,” he looked down. Taka ran his hands over the red hair. “Here you are under my hands, so I guess you aren’t so smart.”
Minamino looked lost for words. Finally, nervous, he tried, “He held my head like that. He liked to have his fingers in my hair, while…”
“While?”
Minamino looked down.
“While what? Oh! Oh. Fucking gold, are you kidding me?”
Something changed in Taka in that second. The erasing of empathy. The mechanism in a human that is the difference between an unhappy kid and a young sociopath; the simple acceptance of cruelty.
He laughed and, with his hands like a blessing on the head of the hard working, modest, brilliant student he idolized, Taka shoved him, bending him over. “Suck it.”
“Is that necessary?”
He laughed. That tickled him. “What a street tramp you are! Not even undoing a man’s belt. You just duck down and zzzp? How do you reach anything when you’ve really got to give that top-student performance?”
Minamino said nothing, and Taka realized he’d probably meant that the aggression wasn’t necessary. It embarrassed him. He slapped Minamino a little. “Well, come on, cocktease. Don’t tell me you’re shy now?”
“I thought…would you like to sit?” He asked desperately, lifting himself off the chair without really standing. He slid gracefully onto his knees, to the side. Minamino was heavy though, like wood, despite his tiny frame. His knees thumped against floor.
Taka sat, ass sliding back over the wood. He exhaled fitfully, bobbing his knees. He undid his pants and took his cock out. Minamino took it between his fingers, and Taka keened, “You are fucking kidding me. This is great. Oh you suck it, you, you stupid, stupid bitch. Oh!”
Minamino teased back Taka’s foreskin and slurped the head. His tongue darted out, glinting wet pink. He caught the slit. Taka’s cock jumped, meeting it with a glob of precum.
“You stupid fuck!” Taka shouted, grabbing the chair. “Oh, that’s great, that’s –pull it in there…” He reached weakly for the video camera. His fingers shook as he flipped it on, whimpering.
Seeing the boy in the viewer blew his mind. The red head looked just like the portrait pictures in the biology journals. Glossy hair, focused zen eyes. The only difference was the way sucking cock hollowed out his full cheeks. Taka laughed hysterically, thinking it. On camera, Minamino’s brow wrinkled as his head swung up and down the shaft.
Minamino’s lips were loose, slobbering.
“It’s so wet,” Taka whined.
Minamino’s hands choked up, like on a too-big baseball bat. It kept a solid, even cover and pressure over Taka’s cock, and he loved it.
“That’s good, good.”
Then the red head pressed his lips sloppily over the head and hummed, actually hummed. The sound buzzed through his mouth, sinking into Taka’s flesh, up into his balls, which twitched along with the hot, wet burn electrifying him. He shouted and started coming over Minamino’s tongue.
“Ha…ha…” Taka whooped, gasping, jamming his feet against the floor. “Yeah! That’s how it’s done. Here’s for the faggot of the jujitsu team. There’s a good boy.” He reached onscreen and patted Shuichi’s bowed head. “Thanks, that was real professional. Heh, tell the camera you’re eighteen, will ya? Whoo!”
By the time Taka got his breath back, Minamino was sitting quietly, his hands on the floor, staring at Taka’s shoes.
To Taka, he was fascinating. The perfect boy was even more so now, because he was that much and more - an instant orgasm, an oblivious sex tool, and he was his.
Taka had to drag him to his feet though.
Minamino grabbed his shirt, as though he were choking. “Wait. Wait…”
Taka stopped.
“Please, let me rest a moment.”
“Sure.” He looked over. That hot skin, as though he were boiling under that tame, prissy uniform.
Taka came up behind Shuichi, as he rested against the table. Taka put his head against the young man’s neck, smiling. He reached around, holding the camera up wide with one hand, trying to film the other hand sneaking over Shuichi’s stomach and into his slacks. “Can I help?”
Minamino, of course, did not process anything in that teasing tone, and so was silent.
“That’s consent,” Taka said, grinning at the camera.
Taka had some trouble with Minamino’s belt. He put the camera down and turned the boy around. Taka undid the zipper, teasing Minamino, who was whimpering unhappily despite a fair sized bulge in his shorts.
“Look what we have here. What’s this, big boy…looks like you liked sucking my cock, hmm?” Taka clapped a hand across Minamino’s ass.
“Ye-yeah.” The youth choked out.
Taka pulled the chair around and sat down with the camera, tracking the recording up and down. “Look at you. You know, master wants you to be pretty for his cock. Be pretty, Shuichi-kun.”
Half dreaming, the gorgeous boy twisted. Turning his face back, he flashed a smile.
“Hell, you are a fucking professional, cocklicker. Do it again; I like it. Come on, babe -- I won’t slaughter you if you be pretty now.”
Minamino turned around. He clasped his arms behind him, smiling.
“You look like a girl, there.”
Minamino hesitated, then pushed himself up on the table, like a Marilyn Monroe age pinup, still in his shorts and undone shirt. Taka stood and grabbed him, grinning.
“Aw, you’re passionate, you redheads…such sluts.”
Taka licked his face. Minamino tried to get away.
“Come on.”
“No,” he breathed. “Don’t hold me.”
“Why not?”
Minamino hesitated, eye darting for an escape. Then he mimicked Taka – leaning forward, he put out his tongue and dragged it very gently up Taka’s cheek, groaning; a promise. Taka held up a finger, pulling away. Minamino’s saliva, scraped over his mouth and cheeks, chilled in the air. It was an awful, sour scent.
“Mina…”
“Wait, you’ll like it.” The red head knelt down.
Taka panicked; no victim of his had ever really innovated before. But then again, most of them were afraid of giant wasps or death in some form; no one had been afraid of a rational human being.
Taka watched as the boy took off Taka’s shoes. He massaged Taka’s foot, oblivious as he moaned.
“Enjoying yourself?” A stranger’s voice broke the rippling pleasure.
Taka’s eyes shot open. “Sensui.”
The tall man wandered over. “Yoko Kurama, on his knees. You know, somehow, I’m not surprised.”
“Seriously?” Taka said. “Cause I was fucking shocked. I wish I’d brought a condom.”
“His mother has a boyfriend now. I’m sure she keeps condoms beside the bed.”
“I checked the house already. Sixty hundred yen in cash, and no condoms. No priorities, these people.”
“Well, you’re going to kill him anyway,” Sensui pointed out smoothly. “So it really doesn’t matter.”
“Hello, look at this slut. I’m not sticking it in him without a condom. I don’t want AIDS.”
Sensui smiled. “Of course. I’ll make note of that. Don’t turn that on me -”
“Sorry.” He kept the camera low, on Minamino, as he rubbed his foot over his chest.
“Remember to kill him.”
“I’m getting there.”
Sensui smiled. Then, without warning, he leaned down and flicked Shuichi between the eyes –
The boy was thrown under the table. His body cracked into the wooden legs. He pulled up, staring wildly back at Taka. “Chi…chi? Why?”
“Why’s he calling you daddy, Taka-kun?” Sensui kicked Shuichi straight in his blind face. When the body hit the ground, he walked over and stepped on the boy’s head.
“It’s the territory – he’s scared of his dad.”
"He was not scared of his dad, Taka-tan. Don’t lie…” he lifted his foot again.
Taka was paralyzed, confused. But Minamino wailed, weeping in terror and pain, “Otosan…stop!”
“Oh,” Sensui said. “Hatanaka. Right. The boyfriend as a stepfather.”
“Stepfather?”
“You thought he was doing this with his own father?”
“I…it’s a nightmare. Normal rules don’t apply.”
“It’s not a nightmare to him. But Yoko will do what’s necessary, won’t he…”
Minamino cried, wedging himself further under the big, western style table. Sensui grabbed the running camera and stuck it under the table, whispering.
Taka swallowed.
“Otosan, please. Please don’t hurt me."
“Kurama, there on the floor. Curled into his shoulders. Legs long and slender as reeds. Round ass. Little clean white socks like a human child. Stupid little quirks. And finally, broken.”
Minamino scrambled out from the other side of the table, knocking the chairs over, and bolted out of the zoom.
“I knew you’d leave her,” Sensui called. “You’re just a wild dog, waiting to be put down.” He turned back to Hatanaka, handing over the camera. "Koenma will draft anyone. Anything he doesn't mind dying for the cause."
“It shouldn't be long now,” Taka said. “He'll start to trip out on the anxiety. Sometimes it takes a while for them to break.”
“Especially when you’re giving them breaks. Finish up. Try to do it before you run out of tape.”

Taka grabbed the belt out of Minamino’s pants and walked into the hall swinging it, only to see the phone cord stretched around into the living room.
“Remember me, Shuichi?”
The boy appeared in the dark, clutching the phone to his ear “Y-yes, of course, father. Do you know me?”
“Daddy wants to know you a lot better, little boy.”
Shuichi Minamino’s red knees shone even in the dark. He panicked and shouted into the receiver. “Pick UP!”
“No one’s there.”
Shuichi let the phone fall out of his hands. It banged against the drywall and sprang backwards, sliding as the cord retracted. The little Dean’s List regular backed up, begging, “Please—I’m not good enough for you.”
“Even I can see through that. What are you doing, Shuichi?
He clutched at his shirt tails, balling the corners in his fists. “Can we…use a bed at least? I have condoms in my room.”
“No way? Well, of course you would, what with your teachers fucking you all over the desks.”
“It’s just safe.” His voice was small.
Taka sauntered up, challenging him. He imagined doing this in Minamino’s school, just walk right up to him in front of the lockers or whatever. Taka stopped in front of the taller boy and grabbed his arms, proud. Minamino grabbed the front of Taka’s shirt. He looked around, timid, until Taka reached down and ground their erections together, and Minamino shut his eyes, mewing.
“You sound like a cat, lover.”
“Your cat. Take care of me.”
Taka pushed him into the living room. “Right, sure. And you know, pets don’t run away.”
“You were angry with me, otosan. I ran, I was afraid.”
“I can’t trust you to be good now.”
“Otosan, I will be.” His face screwed up. He covered it with his hands.
“How can I be sure? We can’t have that again though, you know.”
“I could promise.”
“Too cute,” Taka breathed. But he thought of Sensui breathing down his neck. He sighed and grabbed Minamino’s wrists. “Can’t have you fighting back.”
“That’s too tight…”
“Stop bitching.” Taka loosened the belt a bit.
Minamino took a shaky breath and looked straight into Taka’s eyes. “I’m no threat now. Not in any way. Let’s make a deal. Is that what you want?”
“Hell yeah. You lay on the couch, and I – I give you all the sausage you can eat,” he laughed. He’d heard that one in his school's hallways.
“Tell the truth. I know you’re not just Hatanaka. This has to do with Yoko.”
Taka felt the floor drop out from under him, so in return, he brought his powers down on the young man, hard. Too hard. More focused and intense than he’d ever practiced. He grabbed Minamino’s hands.
“No…”
“It’s okay. What are you afraid of? It’s here with you now. It’s happening.”
He stroked Minamino's head. Minamino gasped, then howled.
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Stepfather	By : Artemick Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7320 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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