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The Library of Alexandria	By : Artemick Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2604 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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They filled their pockets with condoms and lube at the vending machines, and decided to take the train to Kaito’s.

“They adore you,” Kaito said. “I’ve been bitching about you for years, years! They think it’s fucking hilarious.”

“You…bitch, about me?”

“Yes, well, I’m competitive. And you cheat.”

“I don’t cheat. I don’t have to cheat.”

“Because you’re a thousand years old!"

Kurama sniffed. “If you're all that competitive, study harder.”

Kaito stared. “Are you serious?”

“It’s still my first time in high school, just like you. And all this chemistry – we simply don’t have the libraries and access you have with your tools and technology. Nor do we have peacetime to conduct research without a military agenda and bent. You actually have advantage over me; we had no scientific theory and few libraries.”

“Oh, you’re obnoxious.”

The snow hit their faces. Kaito slipped his hand inside Kurama’s jacket and into his back pocket. He groped Kurama’s ass gently, causing him to break stride. “Aw, this is great. You’re like…hot water sealed up tight. Is this lining silk?”

“Someday, when I can afford it.” Kurama held Kaito’s jacket for balance.

“No, walk like this.”

Kaito guided Kurama’s hand to his pocket, so that their posture and positions mirrored one another. Their arms crossed in the back.

It was a comfortable way for a couple to walk.

When they arrived, the train station was empty; they were in a family neighborhood, and it was late.

Kurama’s coat was a straitjacket, cutting into his arms as laced his fingers into Kaito’s curls. Kaito held him by the shoulders, slamming him firmly against the brick wall outside.

Their lips made a rhythm, lapping waves, pulling and falling.

Kurama smirked and caught his breath. “You taste salty.”

“You taste healthy, like vegetables,” Kaito murmured. “I should have three servings of you a day.”

“Nutritious.”

Their legs alternated, and Kurama lifted his knee up the side of Kaito’s thigh, pulling himself close, riding his thigh. Inside his jeans, his erection fought his boxers. Kaito straddled him, pressing - crushing him to the wall.

Kaito lay a foundation of ecstasy, kisses in a slow line up and down Kurama’s bared throat.

Kurama laid his head back, moaning. “Do you…want to try it?”

Kaito stopped. “Hm?”

“Do you want to – to…fuck me?”

“Fuck you?”

Kurama forced a nod. “Yes.”

Kaito looked at him and chuckled. “Oh, God. No. I mean, yes, but not that way. Not that word, fuck. And not here. I mean, you, you’re…and we’re in an alley. This place is dirty.”

“I’m dirty.”

“No, you’re not.”

“What?”

“It’s a school night anyway.”

Kurama let go of him. Silent for a moment, he ran a hand through his hair. “Would you like me to appreciate the subtlety of your insult? I see a responsible and considerate person must therefore have no sexual desire, fantasy, or experience, due to my lack of destructive and reckless behavior – “

“Kurama, don’t overanalyze – “

“Oh, be careful. You’re wrinkling my shirt!” Kurama shoved Kaito back.

“Alright, now that's ridiculous! Hey. Where are you going?”

Walking back to the street, Kurama wiped his face on his sleeve, tugged on his gloves and went to the train station.

“Shu - Kur – Minamino!”

Kurama sat down on one of the benches.

“Minamino.” Kaito caught up. “Okay.”

Kurama stared.

“Okay,” Kaito explained, sitting next to him. “You’re right.”

“I know I’m right.”

“Good, then. Yes. As in, yes,” Kaito leaned over. “Of course.”

“What?”

“I’ll fuck you wherever you want. Alleys…train stations, benches.” He reached up, hesitant, and touched Kurama’s cheek. “Beds too. Wherever you want.”

Kurama smiled, perfunctorily, ill with irritation. “You’re…missing out when you make assumptions. That’s all I meant.”

Kaito licked his lip. “Kurama, tell me your fantasy. I know you’re no angel; I didn’t mean to say you were.”

“You don’t know me. You know more than most humans, but that’s nothing.”

“Hey. You’ve only noticed me this year, but I remember you. I remember before you even started pretending to be human.”

Kurama’s eyes widened. He turned his thoughts back.

“I remember when class pet was dying. That black rabbit, remember? Everyone thought it was gross, and you said: ‘It had a more serviceable life than any of you - and it should die where it ought to have lived.’ Then you carried it out to that bit of woods at the end of the playground.”

Kurama picked his nails. “I’m sure I didn’t say that.”

“You did, you liar!”

Kurama huffed. “I don’t remember.”

“You know what I don’t remember?” Kaito reached around and slapped Kurama across the ass. “That bit of woods at the end of the playground ever existing before you came to school.”

Kurama’s pride was gone in an instant – he turned furiously red. His cock leapt. He shifted his legs and reached out. “That’s…right…”

“You bet it’s right. You change the world to suit you. And you know what? I love that. I love what you do. I don’t mind you being some powerful freak – now how many humans can say that?”

Kurama grabbed Kaito’s hand and pulled him near, opening his thighs to him. Kaito groaned. “Oh, delicious. See, you were right, I admit it. You’re a dirty, dirty fox – “

Kurama put his leg through the back on the bench, straddling it. Kaito mirrored him. He pulled him close. Kurama lay back and dragged Kaito on top of him.

Kaito yelped, “Oh, sorry!”

“What?”

The boy recovered. “Uh. Nothing.”

Kurama grabbed his ass, thrusting against him.

“It’s just – I thought you were a virgin,” Kaito mumbled.

Kurama stopped. “This body is. I’m not.”

“That’s what matters though.”

“I’ll be fine. We have condoms.”

“I’m clean. I know you know it. Genkai told me you tested everyone on the team without them noticing.”

Kurama bit his lip. “Um. We lose a lot of blood. It’s important to be careful.”

“I don’t mind. Hey. What’s my blood type?”

“Slightly alkaline, 7.44. T-cells, lymphocytes are low…but exceptionally oxygenated.”

“Hello, nurse!” Kaito pet his hair off his face. He leaned in and kissed him. Kurama pulled his lip gently – but Kaito pulled away. “That’s exactly what I meant, Shu…humans are fragile. Even if just your body is virgin…I didn’t want our first time to be in an alley, Kurama, that’s all.”

“Why’s it matter?”

“It’s tacky.” Kaito pouted. “I want time to prepare. You’re the sort I work up to.”

Kurama panted. He took Kaito’s hand and guided it to grip his thigh, pulling it up. Kurama arched his back, grinding up. “Get me off right now."

Kaito sighed, as if asked to do some onerous chore, then smirked. He kept pushing up Kurama leg, until his knee nearly touched his chest, then pinned it with his arm so that Kurama’s leg was propped over his shoulder.

He ran his hand up along Kurama’s groin.

Kurama threw his head back, whining, “Yes…”

Kaito teased him through the cloth. Kurama didn't expect admission, but he knew Kaito's dark jealous side surfaced for a moment, like a shadow on water, proud to have his rival below him, begging for his touch, whimpering under the slow circular scratch and stroke of his fingernails.

“Shu, what’s your favorite book?”

Kurama sat up, gasping, “Don’t you dare stop."

“I want to know something about you. What’s – “

“You haven’t read it.”

Kaito pursed his lips and squeezed Kurama's swollen member under the cup of his hand. “Oh, you little whore, take that back.”

Kurama laughed, nearly barking.

“I’ve read more than you ever could, even with a dozen demon lives…stop laughing…”

“You’re a mayfly, a firefly’s glow,” Kurama antagonized him, snapping his hips up into Kaito's stroking fingers. “Baby. It’s a demon’s book.”

“Tell me, Library. I have to know...give me the knowledge of the ancients.”

Kurama put his arm over his eyes. He grabbed Kaito’s hand and moved it down to his balls, then back up, counter to his thrusting groin. Kaito pulled away. He reached down into Kurama’s slacks. He pushed his nails through the tight curls, combing through, and Kurama arched and sat up, staring.

“Th-that’s…no, more slowly – “

“Answer me,” Kaito warned.

“S-slowly…” Kurama breathed.

Kaito relaxed, and Kurama spread his legs further and pumped his hips up. “Shu-chan. Be generous and behave.”

“It’s hard to explain…it’s about…”

“Oh, it’s something bad!”

Kurama put his hands over his eyes. He remembered the story and it killed him.

Kaito pulled them off and yelped. “Whoa, what?”

“It’s about…doing wrong when you think you’re doing right. And how you can’t. How it’s all just blood and eating and competition.” Kurama pressed a hand to his lips, staring up into the streetlamp and the cloud of moths diving at it. “It’s sad."

“This is your favorite book.”

“Yes.”

Kaito sat for a moment.

Kurama was nervous. He swallowed hard, his eyes begging for Kaito's pressure and pleasure to come back.

“It must be very well written.”

“You don’t think that’s…strange, to like that?”

“I trust your taste. It must be compelling for you to remember it,” Kaito said. He stroked Kurama's jaw. “And it suits you. What?”

Kurama was smiling. “You have my expression, when I learned about the Chapter Black tape.”

Kaito pulled him up and embraced him hard. Kurama’s fingers scrabbled across his back. He gasped, the breath pleasurably compressed from him. Then Kaito dropped him and grabbed the waist of his trousers.

“Promise to bring me a copy of that book, or I won’t suck you off right now.” He jerked the button out and yanked Kurama’s slacks apart. The zipper buzzed down, nearly ripping. He rubbed his hand along Kurama’s tight erection, bulging under the thin stretch of underwear.

Kurama cried out, “Oh. Oh! Harder – yes -- “

“Promise to get the book!”

“I promise, I promise – even if I have to steal it, it’s yours."

He gave Kurama a squeeze and held him down, then licked him through the fabric. “Good. I like to know what’s mine.”

“I’m yours. I'm yours.”

Kaito stared a moment, then shook his head, smiling. “Doubt.”

With one hand planted on his chest, he tugged down Kurama’s boxers and let his erection raise freely, flushed and covered with sweat dampened red curls. Kaito ran his knuckle along the underside. “I have wanted to get some of this in my mouth since we were 12 – is that bad?”

“Pre-…precocious."

“That field trip. They made me sleep with you because everyone else thought you were weird.”

“Humans can sense things…at that age…”

“Before they all went mad, wanting to fuck you.”

“Kaito…put your mouth…”

Kaito bent. Kurama watched him lick his lips, open his mouth, that hot dark hole – then he felt a slithering tongue and the blunt wall of Kaito’s cheek. Kurama shouted, shrieked, all wordless encouragement.

Kaito pulled off, smacking his lips. “We should have done this then.”

“I would have let you…if you were insistent.”

“I was masturbating and watching to see if you were asleep, and I started thinking about sex, putting it in another person. I wanted to crawl into bed with you.”

“You can do that now. I want you to make me beg till my heart stops.” Kurama hid his face. He grabbed Kaito’s lapels and twisted them in his fists, pulling him near.

Kaito massaged Kurama’s stiff cock, up and down, and he said, “Don’t you want to feel mine?”

Kurama dropped his hand down and felt that thick line of muscle in his hands. His breath came hard as he stroked it, rubbing his palms raw on Kaito’s jeans. “Oh – “

Kaito kneeled straight, unzipped and exposed himself. “There, that’s all yours.”

Kurama’s mind stopped for a moment, though his hands kept exploring. He pulled it out long, nimbly, massaging the head.

Kaito grabbed his hands. “Whoa. Whoa. I want to last.”

Kurama nodded, then shook his head, pulling his tight fist up on Kaito’s cock. He whispered hoarsely, “I can’t stop – it feels so good in my hand.”

Kaito gasped, grimacing, trying to keep from coming. He put his hand on Kurama’s neck and pulled his head in, kissing him hard. Kurama responded and slowed. Kaito pushed him onto his back against and held him flat with a hand on his stomach.

“Now. Don’t you fight me.”

Kurama grinned, grabbing his hair.

“Oh fine, if you insist.” Kaito sucked the head of Kurama’s cock into his mouth again, and he screamed for it.

There was a rattling screech in the distance, as the next train rounded the corner, switching from covered underground track to above. And then the roar was apparent, coming down the track at them.

Kaito jerked and tried to sit up. Kurama restrained him for one instant, and because no one would hear, whispered, “Love you.”

Kaito heard nothing. The words caught around Kurama’s teeth like wind blowing plastic bags through tree branches.

Kurama hadn’t said those words to a lover yet as a human; he wanted work up to it.
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