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Stepfather
By : Artemick
Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Minamino gasped, then howled. Taka wrestled with him and threw him down. Minamino cracked his head on the coffee table and began bleeding. It trickled onto his face when he rolled over.
“Serves you right,” Taka growled, fixing the camera with a new tape.
His spine prickled. Someone was approaching the barrier.
“How many more fucking surprises?” He took the focus of his territory and threw it out, with intention. There was a presence darting near. “You come in here, your friend here dies, and it’ll be your fault.”
The person, a small gothic brunette, vanished, horrified.
“That ought to get them to leave us alone.” Taka looked down.
Minamino was crying. Bawling was a better term, sobbing with loud, catching breaths.
“What are you seeing, baby? Tell camera now…”
“Don’t hurt them. Don’t hurt them. You can have me. I’ll take it…”
“Here I was all flattered.” He put the camera down for a minute and looked up the stairs. He had looked extensively in Minamino’s things and not noticed anything as ostentatious as a big pack of condoms.
It struck him then that Shuichi might have lied. In fact, he was fairly sure that Shuichi had another phone up on his desk.
“You dee-ceptive son of a bitch,” Taka drawled, putting the camera in the corner of the room, lining it up to the crime scene to come. “There we go.”
He walked over, taking his shirt off. Kicking Shuichi’s knees apart, he snugged their groins together, his erection pressing the boy’s anus through the cloth. The inside of Shuichi’s thighs slapped smoothly against his abdomen, and the boy was looking everywhere but at what was happening.
“You’re on top of me…” Minamino complained. He seemed broken. Like a rivet popped loose. More than one.
“That’s right. You like that?” He squeezed the fleshy knob of Minamino’s erection through his shorts. Bending over, he grabbed Minamino by the nape of his neck and pulled his head up, planting a kiss on him. “Isn’t that better?”
“Don’t touch them.”
“Daddy’s gonna touch what he wants,” Taka said, patting Minamino’s cheek.
“You’re nothing like him.”
Taka slapped him. “You want to get hurt?”
“I love you,” he said. It sounded real.
Taka blinked. That was the first time anyone ever had said that to him, romantically, nakedly. “You love me!”
“I love you! Let her alone. I’ll love you, just don’t hurt her, please - ”
“Don’t you fucking tell me something like that. Don’t you fucking…” he yanked up Minamino’s shorts, exposing his buttocks. Grabbing his own hard cock, he prodded the boy’s puckered hole. “If you love me, open up.”
“I didn’t want to be like this,” he said, shrill. Taka jabbed his finger in. He’d heard how to do this. Just warm up and poke. Minamino bled and cried. Taka felt nauseous.
“Just relax.”
“Does sex always hurt this badly, in this skin?” Minamino asked, staring at the ceiling.
“No. This won’t hurt.”
“I thought it would. I knew it would. Even then, they hurt me.”
Taka put a hand over Minamino's mouth. “I’m doing my best. Just sit there and be tight. That’s good. That’s what we all want. You’re not going to have to put up with this long anyway.”
Taka jerked off his own belt and loosely bound Minamino’s tied hands to the coffee table. The boy wasn’t fighting; he didn’t have the presence of mind to keep his hands away though.
Taka flicked open Minamino's dress shirt, like a girl opening the tissue paper inside a Saks box. He shoved up the shirt and rolled his palms up the young man’s chest. “So this is where all the guts are. This is what keeps that big brain going.”
“I don’t want to…”
Taka reached down and jerked off, pinching Minamino’s nipples and trying not to look at his face.
He dragged the head of his cock over the skin. “Why are you so small? Loosen up. Do it or I’ll fucking kill you. See how your family will like that.”
He shoved in and the boy keened. It was too dry to do much.
He pulled out. Creeping up, holding his tender groin, he made a halfhearted joke. “Got a popsicle for you to lick, Einstein. Got a red lollipop. Open up.”
Minamino’s lips parted.
“Wider.”
The redhead swallowed, licked his lips and opened them wider.
He plunged his cock in, a little at first, but deeper and deeper, Minamino swallowed.
“Good. Be quiet and suck that gag.”
Minamino began choking and Taka sighed and pulled out. Wet, he pulled Minamino’s legs around him again and shoved in. This time he bounced the boy. He unlaced him from the table, ducked inside his arms, and pumped, fucked him like in the movies.
Minamino was dead weight. His head lolled, and when Taka lay him down again to fuck missionary style, Minamino hid his eyes and said strange, disturbing things. “Go deeper. It’s what I want. Be happy. Let them live.”
He was so tight. The thrusts must have been like sandpaper to Minamino; even as good as Taka’s dick felt, he felt he was going to have worse rugburn on his genitals than Minamino got on his shoulders.
Someone was circling the barrier.
It was okay to let go, though, and really a good time to pull out. Taka pulled out and stood away. He watched the barrier while he jerked off.
Minamino’s eyes twitched shut as if he were wishing. He pulled his knees together and put one foot on top of the other.
Taka wasn’t proud, but he wasn’t going to regret it either.
He rolled Minamino onto his stomach, head toward the camera this time, and propped him up on his knees. He jerked off until he spurted a little over Minamino’s lower back. He pulled up Minamino’s head and dipped his cock through his lips again. Minamino’s eyes did not focus on the camera lens. Taka let him fall to the floor.
“Anything you want to say to your family and friends?”
“Take care of them,” he said sharply, if hoarsely. “There’s demons.”
So Minamino knew about the other world. Taka felt another, stronger stab of regret. He hadn’t known his idol at all, hadn’t predicted the tons of potted plants in his bedroom instead of a widescreen tv, hadn’t know he was afraid of his stepfather, and hadn’t known that he was – well, he must be another psychic. He probably hadn’t even developed his powers. And Sensui was ordering him dead. For what?
“What’d you do?”
“Get…out. She doesn’t want you dead, like me…no…don’t let him…get out.”
Taka patted Minamino’s head. The boy shoved at his chest, ludicrously weak.
“What are you thinking, Minamino? Am I next for this? Warn me.”
But the savant student was paralyzed. His breathing came in hitchs, like his heartbeat.
Someone crossed the barrier.
“You can’t do that!” Taka ordered, focusing. “Turn back, it’s too late.”
There was a ripple of power. Then nothing.
This had happened before. One could overload his territory if they could instinctively find a fear that was compatible with what they were trying to do, floating through all the possibilities till there was a crack. His teacher had been one. When Taka couldn’t scare the teacher into leaving the room, leaving her students in danger, he had to adjust. The system went with another fear that was compatible with what Taka wanted, and what the mark would do. She was afraid the students would turn on her and she would have to abandon them. So she ran.
This boy’s new secondary fear was that he was too late, and that he would have to look at his teammates’ faces, particularly the brunette, as he brought back the corpse of Shuichi Minamino. That meant he was going to make it through the barrier – to a dead body.
Just as well. That was part of the plan.
But Taka began to doubt whether Shuichi Minamino's little death could really matter to Sensui's plan, as he understood it. If the world was ending, what did it matter if this one died now or in a week? Minamino might be a psychic, but he was still pathetic. Harmless.
And this boy, this poor child beneath him, that was his idol. That idol had said he loved him.
Taka was not going to kill Minamino; he’d rather run.
Sensui wouldn’t leave to chase him. Sensui didn’t care if his followers ran, because they were always killed by the enemy.
So Taka had to make sure there was no enemy.
He pulled Kurama’s clothing back into place and tugged on his pants and buttoned them. He untied his hands and flung the belt away. Then he grabbed the tapes and went upstairs.
He sensed the conflict within his territory as the fighter came into the house. Taka’s territory didn’t deal well with more than one focus point, so Taka let the fighter’s fear dominate.
The newcomer lifted the boy off the floor and dragged him out, against minor protests.
“Good work.” The camera disappeared from his hand.
Taka stared into the darkness. The light glinted over Sensui’s face. “I’m so sorry. I waited too long.”
“I knew you would,” Sensui said, lifting out the tape. “You adored Shuichi.”
Taka licked his lips. “Sorry.”
“You’re forgiven; I expected it. Still, you’ve done your part. Now make the tape. Drop it off. And you’re done.”

Taka cut the tape together, with the eerie Gourmet cheering on the couch. “Speed it up!”
Going frame by frame for the smoothest transition, Taka ignored him for the sake of art.
“Splatter his face! Aw…yeah, suck it up…”
“Will you get out of here?” Taka snapped.
“Quiet,” Sensui said. His voice echoed in the cavern.
Taka moved quickly through the long sequences, ignoring Toguro’s hisses and underbreath complaints. Taka was going for accurate depiction, not money shots. The audio was terrible, but he managed to preserve as much dialogue as he could, at Sensui’s request.
Sensui called him over finally. “One more tape to film. Turn the camera on me.”
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Stepfather	By : Artemick Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7320 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Stepfather