Adult-FanFiction.org : YuYu Hakusho

The Library of Alexandria	By : Artemick Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2604 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho or its characters and make nothing off this story.

Chapter List
- 4
- 5
- 6
5)

By the time the train came, they were zipped and cross legged, nonchalant expressions ruined by flushed, dewy brows and cheeks that looked like they’d come running from a soccer tournament. Kurama’s hair looked a little like victim of a lightning strike and Kaito’s glasses were smeared so much he was blind. But no one looked more than a second.

Kurama got on, pushing through the drunks and exhausted night shift workers. He grabbed a bar and fell against it, clutching it with both hands.

The train started.

Kaito stood by the door, watching with a small smile.

Kurama smirked. He didn’t know what Kaito intended, hanging back. But he trusted him. It was a smooth release, trusting someone – it relaxed him. He felt his shoulders drop in relief.

The next stop was by the university, which had streets of restaurants and bars. The platform was crowded and someone pushed their hand through the door the instant it opened.

Kaito moved near, away from the crowd and reached around Kurama, straight over his head, to grab the pole.

Kurama felt Kaito’s other hand slip around. He pulled Kurama’s coat up his and stepped in, settling his erection against Kurama’s ass.

Kurama looked around into his eyes.

“Oh, excuse me,” Kaito said, touching his glasses.

Kurama smothered a grin. As the crowd packed and the train started again and everything was less noticeable, Kaito’s hand crept to the front, up into Kurama’s shirt.

Kurama tilted his head, watching Kaito with one eye, and moved his hips in a circle. “My sincere apologies.”

Kaito inhaled. Then his fingers pressed up Kurama’s breast and pinched his nipple, hard. It sent a molten wire to his groin, a quiet, clear message.

“I knew a girl,” Kaito murmured, nearly inaudible. “Who loved this. Do men love it? Do demons?”

“Yes…oh – “

Kaito twisted.

“Be nice,” Kurama begged.

Kaito pulled his arm tight, pressing himself into Kurama and in turn, pressing Kurama into the pole.

“When I saw you on the train, holding this…I imagined you dancing,” Kaito breathed. He grunted, deep in his throat, and ground against Kurama’s narrow hips, pushing tightly. “Twisting. Squeezing that pole between your thighs. All that red hair, soft.”

Kurama moaned. “I…I’ll dance.”

“No. I can’t imagine – not the actual you, dancing. Really?”

Kurama looked up, opening his eyes to meet Kaito’s. “I’ll try, for you.”

Kaito ground against him. His breath rasped Kurama’s ear in hot puffs. It was uncomfortably, delightfully warm.

Kurama felt his stomach growing slick with sweat from the sheer length of time his heart had been beating so rapidly, and where the other flesh was pressed to him.

Kurama held onto the pole and pressed his forehead down, leaning on his knuckles. He shut his eyes to feel more.

Kaito’s hand slid down and Kurama kissed it, mindless and blind.


The apartments were irregular, made from a greater house that had been built on and added to – the orginal little home had a light on in it and a woman cooking, bent and ancient, with a wide stance and a housecoat. She saw them crossing and came out, holding a wooden spoon. “Yu!”

Kaito walked faster. “Rent was in an envelope under the mat! It’s not my fault if it got stolen.”

“Oh, I got it,” she crossed her arms. Her eyes were invisible behind her thick glasses, squinting slits. “Who’s your friend?”

Kurama smelled a powder on her that was like what his own grandmother used, and liked her instantly. “Pleased to meet you.”

“Playing video games again? Or writing a book?”

“Neither – this is my boyfriend,” Kaito said, throwing his arm around Kurama’s neck and startling him so badly that for a moment everything smelled of roses.

“Oh you! You kids!” she chastised toothlessly, noticing nothing of the scuffle. “You’ll go to hell.”

Kaito raised his eyebrows. “You know, Shuichi’s from there?”

Kurama ducked away and shoved him. “No one appreciates your jokes, Kaito-kun.”

Kaito chuckled, pressing up his glasses. “Just amusing myself. Goodnight, Ms. O!”

Kurama dusted himself off, bowed, and followed Kaito at a safe distance until they were in the apartment hall, out of sight.

“Hell!” Kurama muttered. “I can’t believe you.”

“I can’t believe they let you out.”

Kurama shrugged in agreement. Kaito took out his keys. He used other his hand to grab Kurama’s coat and drag him near. He pushed him up against the door.

Kurama’s shoulder blades thudded pleasantly against the wood, and Kaito fell into him, compressing their chests and grinding, slow and determined, into Kurama’s pelvis as he unlocked the door.

This is new, Kurama thought breathlessly. He pulled his jacket out from between them so that there was more friction to his nipples. His groin rioted, wanting more, more, deeper.

The steady pulse continued inside, as Kaito wrapped his arms around him. Kurama heard the door slam, but he was letting himself be suffocated. His mind was assaulted with the plants Kaito raised. The pots of orchids and stems of fragrant mimosa, magnolia, ylang ylang, and almond blooms - they overwhelmed his senses. He could barely smell Kaito through the perfumes.

“Welcome back…” Kaito let go and turned on a light. “Can I get you a snack, anything?”

Kurama shook his head.

“Tea? Are you alright?”

“Yes. I like your apartment – I told you that?” He felt a brief anxiety that the smell was overwhelming something important. Something dangerous.

“You did.” Kaito took his coat slowly, staring at his chest. “But there are plants now. So I’m sure you’ll be happier. Why don’t you go to the bedroom and pick out a sweater, so your uniform doesn’t get messed up?”

Kurama smiled. He’d never planned for sex like this. So practical. Kaito's experience outstripped him. “Sure.”

Kaito hung their coats and pulled the condoms and packets of lube from the pockets. He laughed, smoothing his hand over his tented erection and said, “Look what you did, fox. I better be careful; I could knock over a lamp.”

He seemed so unhurried, like sex was making dinner, a course of several hours. Kurama was so aroused that everything seemed to have halos, his pupils so dilated he was nearly blind.

“Kaito…” his voice croaked.

“Hm?”

Kurama stepped out and fell on his knees before him. Kaito dropped some of the packages and reached back, holding onto the wall. Kurama grabbed his belt loops and licked up the fly of his pants.

Kaito swallowed and gasped. “Or do what you want.”

Kurama pressed his forehead against Kaito’s hip. “N-no, I can wait.”

“I…did want to see you undress. If you want. This might not be a big deal for you, but it is for me.”

"No, of course." Kurama looked around the room and gestured at the couch. “Go sit down.”

Kaito did. Kurama followed and climbed onto the couch, one knee on either side of Kaito’s open legs. He held onto his shoulders.

“Unbutton my jacket.”

Kaito licked his lips and brought his hands up, looking at the buttons. “I’ve never really noticed, but that’s our school crest printed there, isn’t it?”

Kurama’s breath came fast; Kaito’s hands were so large, still so agile.

“There.” He opened the jacket and rubbed Kurama’s sides. “You feeling good?”

“Yes. Thank you.” He stroked Kaito’s scalp, tugging his hair, smoothing it again and again. “Now my belt.”

Kaito swallowed and took that too. He drew a line up Kurama’s stomach with his knuckles and smiled.

“I…was bluffing when I said I could dance,” Kurama admitted.

“But not when you said you’d try.” Kaito smirked. “I know you're that crazy.”

Kurama grinned. That smirk gave him confidence. He touched Kaito’s thick glasses. “Can you see without these?”

“Uh…not well.”

“Good,” Kurama took them and stood. Walking over, he dropped the glasses on the desk and bent over the stereo a moment. The music that came on was too quiet to hear well, but it filled the silence.

Kurama dragged over a chair. He dropped it loudly in front of Kaito’s legs, then sat and leaned over, resting his forearms on his knees.

“So. What do you like?”

“You.”

Kurama put his hands on Kaito’s knees, pushing his fingers towards Kaito’s hips. “How do you like me?”

Kaito winced. “You’re going to make me come too soon…you’re terrible.”

“I’m going to be here all night. What’s it matter if one of us comes a few times more than the other?”

“Wow.” Kaito’s eyes were as brown and sweet as a dog’s, as mellow. “Were you a stripper, as a demon?”

Kurama inhaled. “No. I did learn…some things in a situation that I didn’t want to be in.”

Kaito choked. “I – I’m sorry. That's not what I meant -- ”

“That’s fine,” Kurama said, pulling off his jacket. “But I would appreciate if you didn’t insult me, even in jest. And roughness will be met with the like.”

“Of course – I was only joking.” Kaito leaned forward. He lifted Kurama’s chin with his hand and caught his lips in a kiss. “You’re like an idol to me, Shuichi. Really, I’ll treat you like a prince if you ask.”

Kurama crossed his arms and pulled off his t-shirt. His hair went everywhere, flying with static, and he took Kaito’s hand and pressed it to his hot skin right over his heart. “Touch me. You’re not at a club. I’m just for you. What do you want?”

Kaito grabbed Kurama’s head and kissed him hard, furiously, pulling forward until both young men were standing.

Kurama took Kaito by the shoulders and pushed him down into the chair he’d been sitting in.

“Sit.”

He unbuttoned Kaito’s shirt and pulled it off, dropping it over his jacket on the back of the chair. Then he threw his leg across Kaito’s lap and sat down, snug against his hips. He put his hands on Kaito’s shoulders. “That was nice…how you introduced me.”

“From hell? I thought that was solid. I stand by it.”

“As your boyfriend. I reacted badly because I…don’t really want anything about me to be public.”

“Ah. Much less the hell thing.”

Kurama looked up. “You know the Makai isn’t hell?”

“Er. Now that you’ve told me.”

“I was a fox spirit, so I’m from here and then the spirit world. I stole from the Makai.”

“Here? Like, Japan?”

“Like Mt. Kurama.”

“Oh. That would make sense.” Kaito winced, rolling his eyes. Then he quipped. “I’m not into bestiality.”

Kurama laced his hands through his hair, pulling it up like ears. He let it fall over his face and locked eyes with Kaito, rocking his hips forward.

“But, you know, for the right fox…”

The balls of Kurama’s feet pushed against the carpet as he tried to keep the motion going. It hurt his knees, so he stepped off and leaned straight-armed on Kaito’s knees. He paused and grinned.

Kaito groaned, fondling his hair. “What are you up to?”

“I don’t know…” Kurama admitted. He knelt down. He trailed his hands along the insides of Kaito’s thighs. Kaito opened his legs and reached for his belt.

“Let me,” Kurama insisted, taking it. He tugged it loose and glanced up.

Kaito covered his smile for a second. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

“I used to imagine this at school.”

Kurama stopped. “What? Really?”

“Not -- recently! Not often, just – exam season in English literature. You were working so hard, and you had your hair up and it was falling over you neck. You were having so much trouble – which makes sense now, with Japanese not being your first language. Like me learning Russian with a Korean textbook! I remember you mentioned to a teacher that you wanted to learn English, so you could read research online…oh, Shuichi, I wanted you to ask me for help so incredibly badly!”

“You’re welcome to help me now. I hate literature. There’s always meanings…” Kurama was momentarily distracted, a mercenary glint in his eyes. Then he looked at the belt. “Wait. You imagined this? Me – kneeling here?”

“Say: ‘Thank you so much…you’re so smart, Kaito-kun,’ and you’ve got it perfect.”

Kurama opened his mouth, eyes wide at Kaito’s breathy imitation. "How dare you. How dare you even imagine me like that!"

Driven by the attention, Kaito tried again: “Oh Kaito, what’s this mean? Tur-gid? Oh, is that so…what a big, hard example…you’re so smart, sempai – “

“I’m never saying that.”

“Wha-at? Why not?”

“Because it’s a lie!” Kurama pulled the belt through the loops. He was going to fling it aside, but decided to thread it around Kaito’s leg and the chair, lashing him to it. “You’re not smarter than me.”

“Hey, it’s my fantasy. I can be smarter in my own vapid fantasy. And you said so yourself, my literature grades – “

“I don’t give a damn. You’re a child.” Kurama hesitated, and covered his face.

“Oh ho! Now who’s competitive.” Kaito leaned back, looping his arms around the back of the chair and baring his chest. “I’ll still help. And you know what, I’ll still score higher than you! So, ha.”

Kurama blushed, imagining Kaito leaning over him in school, reaching around him to point at different parts of the essay. He reached out, touching Kaito’s chest. “What…was the rest of the fantasy?”

“You don’t want to know. It involved poetry. Poetry through the whole thing – even during.”

“Poetry.”

“All my fantasies have poetry.”

“I guess I should have expected that from you.”

“Well, the guys taught me to bite it back.”

“What would you have said?”

Kaito touched his cheek and grinned. “Something stupid. I forget.”

“You do not.”

Kaito stared at his eyes a moment, then smiled. He moved off the chair, shoving it back, and knelt on the outside of Kurama’s legs, who sat back, pulling up his knee.

He began quoting in English: “Fondling, I hem thee in this circuit of ivory pale,” he took Kurama’s arms and put them around his neck. “I'll be a park, and thou shalt be my deer.”

“Shika?” Kurama said, translating.

Kaito nodded. “Feed where thou wilt, on mountain or in dale. And if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.” He rubbed Kurama’s thighs, grasping his ass, and ground into him.

“Stray lower – that’s dirty!” Kurama gasped, opening his mouth in shock.

“That’s classic!” Kaito argued.

“You'd better clean it up before it gets in any museum.”

“Ugh, philistine!” Kaito grinned, pinning him back against the sofa. “You’re impossible. You’re a beast, I swear – “

“Where the pleasant fountains lie.” Kurama looked down, stroking Kaito’s erection through his trousers. It was full, hot even through the cloth, and arcing off to the side.

Kaito smiled.

“More?”

“A thousand kisses buys my heart from me,” Kaito said. He touched Kurama’s lower lip with his thumb, deep in the pleasure and passion of his memory and study. “And pay them at thy leisure, one by one.”

Kurama kissed his hand clumsily, then his mouth. He did not have to move far; Kaito crowded him. “One.”

“Kurama. Shuichi. I – care about you.” He shut his eyes, meaning something different.

“I…I'm glad we met. I’m glad you met the real me – with that face…the dark looks I never show at school.”

Kaito shuddered.

Kurama grinned. He lifted his legs over Kaito’s thighs. Reaching between them, he undid the buttons and zip on Kaito’s fly. “What? Don’t tell me you weren’t thinking of fucking me at the House of Four Dimensions. You had me at your mercy. I was entirely in your hands.”

Kaito shivered, squinting at him. “You sat there, sliding out from under me like water trickling into rock cracks. One freeze and the ice bursts, shattering even granite. I knew you were going to get out, I could feel it. It’s just reasonable; a question of speed. It took me months to build a trap that held you for an hour. I knew I couldn’t think fast enough to make something new to beat you.”

Kurama kissed the corner of his mouth. “It was a good trap. Three out of four isn’t bad.”

“You’re clever.”

“If you didn’t want to play with me so badly, you wouldn’t have changed the rules and you might have won some concession. I wasn’t going to leave those souls with you. You know, you’re a dark person. Not dark enough to slaughter me…but to threaten them.”

Kaito moved in to kiss Kurama’s neck. “I was afraid. Remember that, people grow dark when they’re afraid, but seldom simply when they need to be to win. We’re emotional.”

Kurama pushed down the hem of Kaito’s shorts. With both hands, he pulled out Kaito’s flushed cock. It was hot under his hands, slick with sweat and pre-cum, and Kurama was hit by the scent. He wrapped his hand around it.

Kaito gasped, watching the small hands choke up, pulling on him.

“How do you want it? Inside me?”

“I’m not going to last,” Kaito admitted.

Kurama pushed him up and over onto his back. Crawling between his legs, he reached back to the couch for a condom and bit the wrapper open. He pulled it out and, rubbing his fist up Kaito’s cock, smoothed the latex down over him and followed it with his mouth.

“Kurama…”

Kurama pulled up, his lips in a tight circle. He licked the head and grinned, drawing thin lines with his nail. “Can you feel that?”

“Oh fucking hell, yes – “ Kaito’s hips bucked.

“This is unreal, like a toy,” Kurama admired the blue tinge on the latex.

Kaito grabbed his hair, a little too brutally, and tried to make up for it by massaging Kurama’s scalp, saying, “Please – more.”

“Mm.” Kurama drew his fingers down and stroked Kaito’s sac. He put his mouth back over the head of Kaito’s stiff erection and thrashed his tongue in circles, pressing deep.

He’d forgotten the fun in this, the sense of possession, surety that his lover’s body was his to keep and own and manipulate like a doll. He pulled his lips back, then repeated it, and Kaito pulled Kurama’s hair hard, beginning to come. Kaito shouted, and Kurama felt the burst make the latex tremble and fill. His own cock beat hard.

Kaito slapped the floor, laughing. He gasped and patted Kurama’s shoulder. Looking up, he winked. “You want to fuck me?”

“What?”

“You want to fuck me?” Kaito repeated.

Kurama blushed. “I heard. You’d let me?”

“Sure. Of course.”

Kurama pulled down another condom. His fingers shook and Kaito took it, opened it, and put it on him. He smiled as he held Kurama’s cock.

Kurama blushed, feeling like a precious thing in the man’s hands.

Kaito lay back down, lazily. “I don’t need prep. Do it fast, while I’m still coming down from the high. I’m used to it; just get it done.”

Kurama leaned over him anyway and slid a finger in. Kaito’s body gripped him.

Kaito turned his head.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Kaito said. “I just don’t – I’d do you, face to face, but…I feel embarrassed now. But do it; I think it’ll feel good for you.”

Kurama angled and slid himself in slowly. He was so detached that it was easy to stay firm, though he winced at the tightness of Kaito’s body. He pumped slowly, trying to hit that spot, and Kaito’s back arced.

He froze.

Kaito reached back, tapping Kurama’s hip. “No – it’s good, keep going.”

Kurama licked his lips. He didn’t like the responsibility, but it felt great – that keen pressure all around him. “Tight…”

Kaito nodded, wincing.

His body clutched. Kurama thrust in and out four times before he was came in a rush.

Kurama held on for a few moments, then fell backwards, holding the condom. He peeled it off and tossed it away. The carpet scratched his ass. He looked at Kaito as though he could see through him now, like an x-ray, to all the bones and joining and organs, shifting as he rolled over and grinned.

“Good, Minamino. You’re a quick study. Are you alright?”

“Yes.” Kurama felt silly, suddenly. Without the sentiment, everything seemed pointless and awkward.

“Were you a virgin? Have you fucked a guy before?”

“In the Makai. This was…” Kurama blushed, realizing why Kaito had turned away. It was too intimate. “I’m used to sex where I don’t have to give anything. Just accept. Just keep my temper and try not to get hurt too badly. I didn’t know what to do.”

“You did good! Shu-chan. I’ll fuck you any day of the week. I just wanted to give you something nice. Let you be in control.” He kissed Kurama’s head. Standing, he walked into the coffee table. “Damn! Where are my glasses?”

Kurama pointed. “Desk.”

Kaito swiped them up and returned, offering his hand. “Go take a shower and I’ll make tea.”

Kurama nodded. He pushed up on his toes to kissed the top of Kaito’s cheek bone.
- 4
- 5
- 6
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

The Library of Alexandria