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Somethin' to talk about	By : chilli Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Yaoi - Male/Male > Yusuke/Kurama Views: 12297 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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In the days ahead, Yuusuke slowly discovered the dark side of living with a cock-teasing Kurama. He felt little shame in admitting that he was just shy of begging—literally begging—Kurama to fuck him. Inexplicably each time he himself felt on the verge of begging, Kurama would always gentle the mind-drugging kisses and caresses. And Yusuke would be left shivering, throbbing mess. His only consolation was the fact that he wasn't the only one affected.
In his darker moments, thoughts of leaving would slither through his mind, whispering that he would be better off without Kurama, better off…without anyone. He knew, in those moments, that his dark self hadn't been banished. It had just been pushed aside. Bleakly he knew that if he left Kurama—if he started running—he would never stop. So he gritted his teeth through the tortuous play of love games, the advance and retreat of fire and lust until gradually thoughts of one endlessly seductive, sensual kitsune dominated Yuusuke's mind. Unnoticed by Yuusuke, the darkness was losing its toehold in Yuusuke. A matter Kurama watched with immense satisfaction until the day came when he felt it was time to fulfill his promise.

Yuusuke stood unhappily outside the bathroom door wracked by indecision. Watching the baseball game and downing a six-pack led inevitably to one possible reaction. He shifted restlessly from foot to foot. While relief was just a couple steps away, there was one itsy, bitsy problem…Kurama was inside taking a shower. Which meant there was bound to be miles of wet, slick nakedness and creamy ivory skin.
And therein lay the source of Yuusuke's wretched confusion.
It was either piss in the toilet or piss…Yuusuke lunged at the door. However, once inside, the sight that met his eyes and the urgent demands of his bladder faded to almost nonexistent. His breath left him in a quiet exhale of soft wonder. The hard, insistent ache in his groin shifted to another insistent ache at the evocative vision of sleek, creamy perfection that was Kurama.
Made up of small hexagon panels, the shower stall doors wove a pattern that alternated between the clear and frosted glass. To an interested observer, the glimpses of pale, supple flesh viewed through the glass allowed anyone with enough imagination to automatically fill in the rest.
Unsurprisingly, Yuusuke more than met both requirements…imaginative and extremely interested. In fact, there probably wasn't a more interested and imaginative person in both the human or demon world.
The heavy, brutal clenching in his gut was becoming an altogether frequent sensation. His body's hardening, the abrupt rush of blood southward, always left him a little dizzy. His dick was already hard and twitched to be free of his suddenly constricting clothing. It pulsed with a sweet, painful ache of stifled desire.
Without taking his rapt eyes off the sleek figure behind the glass, Yuusuke absently adjusted himself. He almost came from his touch. Lips parted in a silent groan, he fumbled to the toilet. Once there he sat down heavily almost missing it entirely. He didn't notice as his attention was firmly locked on the erotic sight of Kurama's seductive form arched in a long, sinuous curve. Yuusuke seethed with jealously, as water cascaded over the kitsune's ivory body. Touching Kurama in places he fervently wished he could.
Kurama's face was pared down to its most elemental with his hair slicked back, heavy with water. Gone was the beautiful, deceptively androgynous look. With his hair slicked back, the sharp planes of his face stood stark and bare. Red hair, darkened to near blood-red by water, hung in long heavy ropes down his back and sides.
Yuusuke slowly licked his suddenly tingling lips. The taste of Kurama's hot, seeking kisses an echo of ghostly residue.
He started, belatedly aware of a pair of very amused green eyes staring back at him. How long Kurama had been staring, he had no idea. He blushed, feeling as if his entire body was mortifyingly red. Beyond embarrassment at having been caught staring, he jumped up and hastily turned his back. Making a great show of pulling up the toilet seat, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. He cursed unhappily under his breath and jiggled up and down in a vain attempt to force his stubborn flesh to obey.
Silently he begged as his bladder, previously quelled, reminded him that it required emptying. Unfortunately, being simultaneously hard and needing to take a piss were not exactly conducive to either state for optimum outcome. He closed his ears to the sounds coming from the shower, the slick caress of wet flesh. He sought desperately to fill his mind with decidedly non-erotic images. In utter desperation, and whispering a quick apology to his cock, he trotted out his surefire method…Genkai in a throng bikini spread on a beach blanket.
It worked…almost horrifyingly well. His dick deflated abruptly.
Yuusuke let out a long breathy sigh as his bladder began draining then he stiffened at the rich, husky laugher that he could just make out over the sound of the shower. The shower shut off just as he flushed the toilet. Yuusuke let out an embarrassing sound and raced to wash his hands before Kurama exited the shower.
"I suggest you leave now if you don't want to get an eyeful," came a silkily amused voice.
Yuusuke was horrified to find himself actually having to think about the matter. He shook off the momentary lapse and blindly gave the finger to Kurama as he headed for the door posthaste.
Though not too fast since he couldn't let Kurama think he was some kinda pussy.
Cause he wasn't.
A pussy, that is.
He was leaving because he had things to do. Though what those things were, he had no idea. But he would figure that out once he was on the other side of the door.
Hand on the door, he paused. "Just so you know, I'm not interested," he stated firmly to the door. "So…so, you, uhm, need to stop kissing me and …and stuff." Despite himself, he felt himself blushing at the other things Kurama did to him. Were it not for Kurama, he could have, perhaps, gone the rest of his life never knowing how sensitive his nipples were.
A slim, wet body pressed against his. Like, right behind him.
And quite naked.
From back to thighs, he felt water soak into his clothes. It made him shudder, his breath stuttering out even as his body set up a clamor of fitful need. A hand settled over his white-knuckled grip on the door knob and one by one, his fingers were pried off. He whimpered softly, feeling the all too familiar sting of arousal sinking into him.
"Awwwww, too slow…"
A tiny mewl escaped Yusuke when his ear was gently nipped then suckled in apology for the tiny love-bite. He shivered as sweetly scented warm air ghosted over the tiny hairs at his nape. Unconsciously his head tilted to the left, baring his neck in unconscious submission…an offering Kurama was not slow to accept.
Molding himself against Yuusuke's back, Kurama laved at the juncture of Yuusuke's neck and shoulder before gently setting his teeth there. The master of multitasking, his hands were also in play.
His playground?
Yuusuke's body.
Tunneling under the T-shirt, Kurama sought to re-familiarize himself with his toushin's lean, muscled body.
He had had other lovers while Yuusuke was in Demon World. Brief, rather unsatisfying, dalliances that fell short of his expectations.
But this...this was almost familiar ground. Nimble fingers sought and found perk nipples that instantly peaked with gratifying promptness. He had found, to his boundless joy, that nipple play with Yuusuke pulled the most seduction sounds from his rough and tough toushin. Idly he wondered if it would be possible to make Yuusuke come from just that stimulation alone. He determined that later he would find out.
He had long since given up on fathoming why, of all people, he found Yuusuke so sexually fascinating. Now he simply accepted it as a given as the sounds spilling from Yuusuke's mouth fanned the flames of this scorching fire ever higher. Almost roughly he turned Yuusuke's head and took his long, greedy fill of the mouth that taken to haunting his dreams.
It only wetted his appetite for more.
With Yuusuke he could lose the shackles to his volatile, passionate nature without fear of rejection. If fact, Yuusuke met him head-on with his own fierce passion.
"Hands on the door," he growled huskily into Yuusuke's ear. He reinforced his words with a sharp nip to fleshy lobe of the ear; his tongue soothed the sting at Yuusuke's startled yelp.
So used to Kurama telling him what to do, his cock a throbbing ache begging for relief, Yuusuke braced his hands against the door. He was trembling in a fit of need, wondering if this time Kurama would make good on the promises in those hot, green eyes.
"Now, leave them there."
Yuusuke panted, excitement singing in his veins. He ached in the most delicious way. His pulse thundered in his ears when hands settled on his hips and began tugging his lower body back. Not understanding, he mutely obeyed the dictates of those hands and shuffled backwards until stopped.
At once a light illuminated in his mind a deeper understanding of his position. A mental picture of what he must look like, ass thrust out like a common whore, played in his mind. "Oh, god…" he whispered faintly in mingled horror and heightened arousal.
The dark chuckle from behind him stroked over him like a sensuous caress. His cock twitched. He could feel his underwear damping around the head. And when Kurama leaned close and whispered, "The only name you'll be screaming will be mine." Yuusuke couldn't stop the moan from spilling from his lips or his hips from thrusting in the air. Short work was made in divesting him of clothes until he was as naked as Kurama.
An approving hand slid caressingly over his back, flank and rested momentarily on his ass…as if testing its resiliency.
Yuusuke mewled softly, his hips pumping fruitlessly in the air. He shivered, simultaneous cold and burning hot. It was suddenly hard to breath in the steamy atmosphere.
The slick, hot satin of Yuusuke's skin sent sweet fire dancing through Kurama's veins. Touching Yuusuke, feeling his lithe body writhing against his own, was fast becoming an obsession, Kurama thought to himself. Every time he touched Yuusuke, caressed the sleek, responsive bronze skin or coaxed open those stubbornly sealed lips, he wanted more.
No, not just more, he thought. His mind slowed for this new disturbing thought. I…want everything.
Stunned by that startling revelation his roving hands stopped. Involuntarily Kurama glanced into aroused brown eyes, blown wide and hazy with rising lust.
Each day, the kisses they exchanged became longer, hotter and erotic. Likewise, his caresses grew bolder, taking more liberties and stroking the flames within ever higher until they both burned with lust. Each succeeding day, it became harder and harder to wrench himself away from Yuusuke.
Admittedly, in the beginning he felt it simply made practical sense for them to join together as mates. It wasn't romantic love that he had felt for Yuusuke when he had initially conceived the idea. Besides, Yuusuke already trusted him with his finances and there certainly was no difficulty from the rest of the toushins acceptance of him. He was accorded the same level, if not more, respect and differential treatment as any other noble-born toushin.
He and Yuusuke were friends, one that he cared deeply for—or as deeply as he thought he could ever care for anyone that wasn't his mother. It would be a good match, he had felt. One that would offer advantages for both sides—for him, life with Yuusuke would never become boring or uninteresting and he would gain a home, a permanent place to settle down; while Yuusuke would gain his financial acumen.
Now, Kurama fancied he could hear his yokai half's mocking laughter in the dim recesses of his mind. He had spun his web of seduction so well…he had ensnared himself alongside Yuusuke.
He looked at Yuusuke's flushed aroused face with fresh eyes.
Always the master at strategic planning, it took only seconds for him to reconfigure his plans. He felt a simultaneous a calm certainty and surging, nervous excitement.
Once more his head dipped. His movements, designed to soothe the ache rather than release.
"You're so beautiful." The softly voice utterance had the effect of drawing Yuusuke partially from the pheromone laced web Kurama spun.
"Stop saying that…" His protest ended on a groan as warm, clever fingers slid over his aching flesh. "I'm not…beautiful," he gasped out. He allowed his head to find a resting place on Kurama conveniently placed shoulder.
Kurama abruptly pulled Yuusuke to the bathroom mirror. Waist-high, it presented a very clear image of them both. Yuusuke turned a brilliant shade of red when he caught a glimpse of himself. Only the arms wrapped around him like exorable bands prevented him from running away. Mortified, he plastered a 'fuck you' smirk on his face. It was usually highly effective in diverting attention and generally pissing people off in the bargain.
This time, however, he reckoned against the wrong person. Kurama chose to look beyond the surface deep. Green eyes slowly narrowed, penetrating the mask of bravado Yuusuke wore so effortlessly. He read the depths of embarrassment and shame that lay just under the defiant face. He ran soothing hands up and down Yuusuke's arms, stilling the visible tremors.
"You look at yourself and feel shame," he whispered, gazing at their mirrored reflection. "I look at you and feel awe." His eyes reflected utmost sincerity.
Yuusuke's face still burned. But he seemed to listen. His eyes flicked up then dropped before the uncompromising honesty in Kurama's mirrored gaze. He felt confused, unsettled by the emotions swarming through him.
Unfortunately a near lifetime of being lied to, abandon, abused and generally told what a waste of skin he was had left an indelible mark on his psyche that no amount of praise had been able to erase. The invisible demon of his mind did more damage than all the yokai he battled.
He fell back, resorting to the one path that had never failed him and that always brought him a measure of security. It was an old, familiar friend that had been his companion longer than even Keiko.
Anger – and it came at his call like a faithful dog.
"I ain't your bitch! And I sure as hell ain't gonna be your woman!" he spat out. He finally managed to yank away from Kurama's all too tempting body. He focused narrowed, burning eyes at Kurama.
Despite his harsh words, he burned – his body taut with an unslaked need that called for Kurama's arousing touch.
Reaching out a long arm, Kurama easily recaptured his beautiful prize and drew him back before the mirror. "Then let me be your woman…your lover and friend." Never taking his eyes off their reflections, he smoothed his fingers over Yuusuke's tautly, bunched fists. His eyes reflected a seductive fire that whispered and cajoled Yuusuke.
"You…" Whatever Yuusuke planned to say was lost when he met the mirrored green gaze. Desire slammed into him. All the breath left his body as his eyes were drawn to the kitsune.
Kurama was the veritable image of heat and passion.
A seductive god of naked, dark decadent glory. Unknowingly Yuusuke pressed back against the lean body behind him and writhed slowly, his eyes closing to half-mast. A hectic flush rode over his cheeks.
Kurama took this as encouragement. His touch no longer forbidden, he gave in to the need to feel—to touch and caress. Hands, deceptively gentle, opened Yuusuke's clenched fists, placing them on the countertop. There was a silent command implicit in the mirrored green eyes.
"Let me show you what I see," Kurama whispered softly, his eyes glittering with a sensuous fervor. "Keep your eyes on the mirror," he ordered, passion roughing and deepening his voice to such a degree, Yuusuke felt it resonate in his bones.
Then Kurama began.
With every touch—caresses so skillful and alluring Yuusuke nearly cried out—he proved that their desperate coupling almost a year ago was exactly that…desperate.
Now, with time and tacit permission, he easily proved his mastery.
Every touch, every caress was devoted exclusively to wring the maximum pleasure from Yuusuke. He mapped Yuusuke with lips, tongue, hands and his body…the breathless sounds spilling from Yuusuke acted as a goad to his determination to drive Yuusuke mindless with need.
So he tasted...feasted on succulent flesh with ravenous enthusiasm. His teeth sank into taut golden flesh just shy of true pain. Still it made Yuusuke cry out, his cock already weeping copious fluid while Kurama reveled in the freedom that he could touch and caress Yuusuke with impunity.
In a supple blend of boneless grace and wantonness, he went to his knees. His breath caught in his throat at the succulent display of pale, golden globes of firm flesh. Licking his lips, he simply couldn't resist placing a delicate kiss on each cheek.
He ignored the whimpering sounds above his head. Taking Yuusuke by the hips, he turned the boy slightly and was immensely gratified by the sight of that thick, weeping organ. His mouth watered in anticipation. He looked up into Yuusuke's wide, disbelieving eyes. Holding Yuusuke's eyes, he slowly licked his lips in an unmistakable gesture.
Yuusuke felt his knees weaken at the look in Kurama's eyes. He grabbed the counter to stay upright. The look in the emerald liquid pools was shredding what was left of his self-control.
A disappointed moan spilled from his lips when Kurama ignored his drooling cock and just mouthed the soft, delicate skin of his hip. Then he cried out, his cock trembling at the sharp slash of pain that rippled across his flesh.
He looked down with startled eyes at the bruise that blossomed on his hip then at the hungry satisfaction on Kurama's face. Kurama looked up. The heat in his eyes rivaled the sun. On his face was the unmistakable look of possession.
Mine.
Yuusuke felt his knees grow weak as the thought of belonging to Kurama bloomed in his mind.
Kurama smiled deliberately at the wide-eyed stare Yuusuke gave him. He placed a lingering kiss to the fragile flesh, again ignoring the straining shaft that wept creamy pearls of pre-come.
Soon, he promised it.
The anxious whine Yuusuke gave had a note of pleading that widened his smile. "Tell me what you see," he breathed once he had regained his feet. Turning Yuusuke around, he again stood behind the aroused youth. One hand toyed with a pebbly nipple while the other carded gently through the nest of hair at Yuusuke's groin and pulled at the jutting, drooling cock. He nipped at an ear, demanding compliance.
Slim hips bucked, struggling to achieve friction for his neglected sex. A high pitched whine of frustration spilled from Yuusuke's lips. However, Kurama was remorseless in his demand. "Tell me."
Dazed and painfully aroused Yuusuke gazed into the mirror. His eyes widened in shock at the flushed, writhing desperate creature in the mirror before he jerked his eyes away. Shame curdled in his chest, though his hips moved reflexively in Kurama's inexorable grip.

"I…can't," he sobbed out on a torturous moan. At a particularly low and dirty twist of Kurama's wrist, a high noise spilled from Yuusuke's slack lips.

Kurama smiled tightly, equally as hard and hurting as Yuusuke. Pressed so tightly against the rounded cheeks of Yuusuke's bitable ass, feeling it flexing against him—without conscious thought, he rubbed his aching shaft against that firmness. Eyes dropping down to Yuusuke's succulent backside, his eyes heated at the wet, sticky trails of pre-come from his own shaft creating a glistening trail on his soon-to-be lover's ready flesh.

Marking his territory—marking his pretty little toushin—in the most elemental way. Head darting down, he mouthed the juncture of Yuusuke's neck and shoulder. It was only his swiftly eroding control that prevented him from giving into his primitive urge to bite down hard and rough, setting the imprint of his teeth—his mark—for all the world to see and take note.

The ceaseless moans from Yuusuke, the sweetly submissive way his loving was receive, revved him up even more. "Yes, you can…now do it," he whispered hotly into his toushin's ear. He accompanied the order with a brisk slap to Yuusuke's ass. "And if you don't…I'll stop."

To reinforce his words, he took his hands from Yuusuke's pretty cock and began torturing both the toushin's incredibly, responsive nipples. He had already found there was a direct link between Yuusuke's nipples and cock. Another time, he planned to see if he could make Yuusuke come simply by playing with the swollen nibs.
"No…" Yuusuke burst out frantically. He shuddered and quaked with frustrated need. Bucking his hips, he tried futilely to make the kitsune take his dripping cock back in hand. "Fuck you." His curse ended in a yelp when Kurama twisted his abused nipples. He was shocked at the ragged sound that escaped him as well as the shocking sense of need and desire that filled him. Bracing his shaking arms, Yuusuke panted harshly and arched his chest slightly, pushing more of his chest into the exquisite grip on his pained flesh.
"Mmmm, maybe after I've had my fill of this perky little ass." Once hand dropped and leisurely fondled said ass before Kurama took further pity on Yuusuke woefully neglected shaft. "Tell me, kit, what you see."
"Please…"
Face set hard, Kurama said nothing. His hands stilled then fell away.
It was a warning Yuusuke had no problem understanding. He worried his lip in an unconscious display of nerves before he focused blurrily on his reflection. "I see my stupid, ugly mug." His eyes dropped then rose hesitantly. "And I see you."
Kurama froze. Damn you, Yuusuke, he thought helplessly.
Gazing at their mirrored reflection, emerald eyes darkened to rain drenched forest and gentled. "Shall I tell you what I see?" Without giving Yuusuke time to respond, he said softly, "I see the most beautiful soul I've ever seen, yokai or human. A youth, whose warmth and courage inspired two jaded yokai to actually give a damn; to care about something other than their own self-interest. I see someone that would willingly risk his life just so his friends would be forced to reach their potential." Head tilted slightly, Kurama paused. His hands feathered over Yuusuke's, soothing the waves of lust and arousal to something less desperation. "When I was hurt and injured, these arms sheltered me until I was strong. When my strength failed, you were there, selflessly lending your own."
He fell silent for a moment. It forced Yuusuke to meet the uncompromising honesty in the jade green eyes. "I see such a beautiful soul, I wonder how I can imagine myself worthy to share in your light," Kurama finished simply.
Yuusuke's eyes dropped. Twin spots of red on his cheeks. Despite his longing for release, he was horribly embarrassed. He looked up, then immediately dropped his eyes again, unsure of how to respond.
"'Beautiful nature matters more than beautiful people'," Kurama quoted softly, willing Yuusuke to believe him. When brown eyes rose again, his heart twisted at the painful need in them to believe. "Dana Bisbee," he said by way of explanation. Cupping Yuusuke's face, he angled in for a kiss. Simultaneously dropping a hand he began working the rigid flesh to renewed life.
Not that Yuusuke's interest had flagged…much. It didn't take much more to bring Yuusuke to a shattering climax.
Yuusuke convulsed, his mouth opened in a guttural howl of pleasure as he spilled over into Kurama's hand. Fire rolled over him, melting him to a puddle of goo. Through a haze of mind-numbing pleasure, he felt the rock hard strength of Kurama's cock pressing against his ass as well as harsh panting filled his ear.
He was vaguely glad to know he wasn't the only one affected, though it would have been nice to have more evidence. Legs shaking, he felt blissfully limp, yet simultaneously, miffed.
Then he met Kurama's hot stare. He didn't resist when Kurama led him to the bedroom and proved just how affected the kitsune had been.

Months later, their affair was still going strong with Yuusuke officially moving out of his mother's apartment and into Kurama's. Not that he had much to move considering he had been staying with Kurama since his return from the Makai.
And while their friends were happy that 'their' Yuusuke was back, they were understandably curious as to the new living arrangements. Kurama, taking his cue from the absolute panic in Yuusuke's eyes, deftly concocted a simple explanation that was part truth and lie.
Kuwabara, along with a completely disinterested Hiei, that suspected something else was going on. Hiei, simply because he knew Kurama and Kuwabara, because he knew Yuusuke was a shitty-ass liar.
Still, from then on, Yuusuke and Kurama stuck to that lie and embroidered it with additional tiny lies as the situation demanded. They lied to Kurama's family, to Genkai, to everyone they knew. Outside their apartment, they pretended to be nothing more than good friends. Not by a shared, intimate glance or lingering touch did they betray themselves. And with each lie, a strange resentfulness began to brew within Yuusuke's heart.
For in spite of his swaggering, blustery attitude he was still plagued by doubts and insecurities. A lifetime of feeling unwanted or pushed aside and even flat out lied to by his drunken mother had left an indelible mark on his psyche, a mark Kurama unknowingly reinforced in an effort to maintain the secrecy of their relationship-which he thought Yuusuke wanted.
Furthermore, their cohabitation wasn't exactly without its share of conflicts. Especially considering they both yokai were rather famous for their indomitable natures. Yuusuke knew, despite the kitsune's gentle façade, Kurama's temper and stubbornness was the equal of his.
It made fighting rather interesting in their household.
But there was always something that brought them back together.
The hot make-up sex, of course, was a welcome bonus.
Yuusuke awoke to the realization that he deliberately picked fights just for the sake of the make-up sex. A fighter and brawler from the word go—he was not much given to introspection. He relied on instinct rather than deep internal thoughts. However, near constant association with both Keiko and Kuwabara had instilled within him a rough set of tools that could mimic bouts of self-examination.
Just as he realized he picked fights with Kurama, he slowly figured out the 'why'.
He needed to be wanted—even if it was only for sex.
Yuusuke gradually recognized he had some deeply rooted problems. The unfortunate part was, when he actually tried to articulate his thoughts to Kurama—and not being much given to expressing himself emotionally—his words came out in a jumbled mess.
This led to Kurama, in a rare case of missing the ball, misunderstanding Yuusuke's fumbling efforts to talk as adorable shyness about asking for sex.
Although he tried, Yuusuke simply couldn't force himself to approach Kurama in anything resembling a lover-like attitude mainly because he wasn't sure what this thing between them was. The sex was great, beyond great, in fact but he knew that great sex wasn't the only thing in a relationship. And he didn't even know if this thing they had going was a relationship or if they had entered into some kind of a weird fuck buddy type of thing.
As the months passed, he grew increasingly troubled by the uncertain nature of his status with Kurama. It didn't help that Kurama was starting to come home later and later. It also didn't help that the kitsune was no longer willing to play 'Fuck the bitchiness out of Yuusuke'. Lately when Yuusuke started getting wound up, Kurama would just give him this look and then politely state he was going to sleep on the couch.
It was enough to scare Yuusuke into a worried silence.
Not much used to introspection, it took Yuusuke a while to figure out the cause of his underlying fear. Why was he scared? Why was he worried about Kurama's late nights?
In fact, it took him several days to puzzle his way through. When he finally arrived at the terrifying, inescapable conclusion, he obeyed an instinct that had been fine-tuned during his formative years. The instinct for self-preservation is a predominantly common characteristic among the millions of creatures that walked, flew or crawled upon the earth.
And Yuusuke was no different.
While some people found the courage to leap into the path of danger, virtually throwing their bodies on the fire in hopes of rescuing a loved one or simply rescue of their own selves—for others, it was simply impossible.
More so, if they had taken the risk once before and had been horribly burn in the past.
Kurama came home one day to an empty apartment and a brief note of goodbye from Yuusuke.

"Where is he?" Though he wore a polite smile, Kurama eyes held a definitely unfriendly look.
Keiko yelped and spun around in shock. Clutching her book-bag to her chest, she swallowed hard and fought not to take a step back at the look on the normally composed kitsune.
"Who…?"
Kurama directed a level stare at the girl before inclining his head. "Very well, we'll play your game. And if I don't like your answers…" He smiled, every inch a cold and ruthless demon, "then we'll play my game." There was a level of malevolence that sent chills racing up and down Keiko's spine.
"Where. Is. Yuusuke?" he enunciated slowly. He had whiled away several hours at school before coming home grated on him. He had seen the signs of Yuusuke's distress but had felt it would pass. If not, once his exams were complete he would have more time for Yuusuke.
"I…I…I…don't know," Keiko stammered. Despite the fact they were on school grounds, surrounded by students, in no way did she feel safe. Silently she bemoaned the fact that Yuusuke had involved her in whatever problem he was having with Kurama. Why the hell h wouldn't talk to Kurama, Yuusuke wouldn't say. However, that was neither here nor now. Right now, she had a very pissed off kitsune in front of her demanding answers.
The golden sheen that suddenly appeared in Kurama's eyes had her talking fast. "Look, I'm telling you the truth! He didn't tell me where he was going! He wouldn't talk about it."
A thought occurred to her that made her straightened indignantly and glare at Kurama. "He was obviously upset and wouldn't tell me what was wrong." She cast a dark look at the kitsune and sighed resignedly. "What did you two fight about this time to make him run?"
"Nothing." That Keiko knew about their fights made Kurama want to strangle her. In fact, he was having a tough time suppressing his yokai impulse to do just that.
Running a hand through her hair, Keiko got out her mental Yuusuke toolbox and tried to think like him. It wasn't easy. For a simple person, he was surprisingly complex. "Wherever he was going is someplace that only cost a hundred yen," she state slowly, brow furrowing in thought. "But since he probably knew you would come to me, the hundred yen was just a ploy. He'll have traveled by foot to wherever he's going," she finished triumphantly.
"There are dozens of places he could be!" There was a near audible growl in Kurama's voice. The odd flicker of light in his eyes, the barest hint of glint of gold, could have been easily presumed to have come from the sun breaking between the trees.
Anyone guessing such a thing would have been very…wrong.
"Thousands." Keiko grinned impishly up at the red-head. There was a look of relief in her expression that eased the faint rapacious lines of his face. Neither paid any attention to the overt looks or open admiration in the various eyes that glanced their way. Keiko most certainly didn't as she had little experience in being in Kurama's presence.
"But I think I know where he'll go." Her thoughts slowed as she realized where Yuusuke had run off.
If he's there, she thought, then….Keiko's eyes hardened. Lips thinning to a flat line, she stared up at the kitsune, her eyes cooling.
"And if he's where I think he is then I think this time, you have some explaining to do." The note of hostility in her voice made Kurama's eyes narrow into cold slits. "Something made Yuusuke do a runner and I suspect it has to do with you, so I suggest you start talking."
Kurama's face was at its most inscrutable.
Keiko hesitated before taking the plunge. She was stupid or oblivious. For months she had been plagued by a strange sensation every time she saw Yuusuke and Kurama. Though there were never any outward signs, she knew Yuusuke too well. And gazing at the hauntingly beautiful face of his longtime friend, her vague feeling solidified.
Studying Kurama's closed expression she made a split second decision. "Walk with me."
Confusion broke the mask Kurama wore. His eyes reflecting his bewilderment at the girl's about face, he hesitantly followed. It took several minutes of walking and cutting across campus to get to the bridge across the tranquil pond. Neither spoke to break the gathering tension.
Resting her elbows on the rail, staring down into the water, Keiko began to speak. Her voice was the utmost in casualness. However, there was a note in her voice that caused the kitsune's ears to prick.
"Did you know that Yuusuke's dad walked out on them when he was about two years old? I think they only got married because Atsuko was pregnant. Guess he couldn't handle the responsibility of being a father." The contemptuous sneer that twisted her lips looked particularly ugly on her young face.
"Rumor in the neighborhood was that after Yuusuke's father left, his mom seemed to go wild. She surrounded herself with men. Naturally, they were the wrong kind that should never be around children or even be somewhere where there might be the possibility of kids around. Every last one of them were assholes that took what she offered then took off. I would like to believe that Atsuko felt some kind of maternal responsibility because when Yuusuke was three years old, his mother dumped him on her mother. Yuusuke lived with her until he was seven or eight."
Keiko glanced up at Kurama. The smile on her face was soft and tender. "From what he let slip, for the first time in a long time, he was loved. Safe, warm, cared for and loved…completely. I think, to a child like that, that had to have been the happiest time of his life."
Her smile turned down, deepened to melancholy. "Then she wouldn't wake up one morning. He told me that he sat in that house for two days trying to get her to 'wake up'."
Silent tears dripped down her face. Kurama pretended not to notice as he, too, felt a watery sting in his eyes. He swallowed against the lump in his throat. Still, his agile mind was listening to everything Keiko was carefully not saying. "What happened then?"
A shrug; she continued flatly. "The bitch came and got him."
"I…see." And he did see.
"Do you?" There was a strange intensity in the usually mild brown eyes of the girl as they faced each other. He felt a grudging respect for her…though he still wanted to kill her.
His reaction to competition was to eliminate it.
Searching his face, Keiko finally nodded. "Whenever things used to get to be too much for him, he would go 'home'…home to his grandmother's house."
Startled, Kurama's brows rose. "I thought you said she was dead."
"She is….But not her memory. It's where he feels…loved. And safe."
They turned away from each other. A sly smile curved Keiko's lips as she peered sideways at Kurama. She affected great interest in a pair of swans swimming towards them. "I heard the property is for sale…again. The place apparently has ghosts of some sort." She shook her head, turning a mild look of horror on Kurama.
Despite himself, Kurama's lip twitched. His grudging respect grew.
When he next spoke it was with in the tones of idle conversation. "I once came across a particular plant in my travels across the Makai."
A startled look in her eyes, Keiko glanced up at him. Her brows rose in a subtle prompt. She didn't have long to wait.
"Once distilled, the true properties of this plant become quite remarkable. Do you know that if someone was foolish enough to ingest the liquid, it could permanently alter their body chemistry? I've figured out a way to program the enzymes to neutral the harmful effects of various drugs and neutralize the properties of alcohol. It would virtually impossible to become drunk or high ever again!"
"Or it could possibly kill them," he added with a casual shrug of unconcern.
Keiko gazed at the cruel smile on the kitsune's face with fascinated eyes. She shivered, fighting an instinctive need to put solid walls between them. "Dude…" she breathed, unconsciously echoing Yuusuke. Her eyes were shining as she asked tentatively, "Have you had a chance to test this out on humans?"
They both pretended clinical interest in the subject. Kurama looked affronted. "Of course, I have." Then he affected a saddened look. "Unfortunately I just need one more subject to prove positively that this plant's properties could be safely applied to humans." He paused, clearly thinking. "Or at least not kill them," he conscientiously added.
There was a wolfish glint of savagery in the girl's brown eyes. "Perhaps…" Keiko spoke slowly as if in deep thought, "I might have someone in mind. That is, if you're willing to trust me," she added hastily.
"There is no one I would trust more to see to the testing," Kurama replied with equal solemnness. "Perhaps I could accompany you to observe the application?"
"Oh, I would be more than happy if you accompany me," Keiko replied somberly. The rapacious look they shared made them look startling like siblings.

Several days later, Atsuko's air of desperation became more pronounced. Haggard, sick looking and on the verge of collapse, she staggered out of a bar and slipped into a side alley.
Overturned cans, garbage, urine and feces littered the dank alley. With the warm heat, the stench rising from the ground was indeed foul. However, Atsuko didn't seem to notice, so consumed with a dawning horror.
The memories…the memories running through her mind, she couldn't drown them in her usual method of escaping them. Despite the fact that she had started drinking four nights ago, she was nowhere near drunk or high. She was totally clear-headed despite the lines of coke she had snorted two hours ago.
Only one time had she made an attempt at sober living.
Seeing her son alive and well had managed to shock her to sobriety. She had meant it when she vowed to stop drinking. Though he had had little cause to trust her after disappointing him all his life, still she had promised Yuusuke a sober mother. The cynical look of disbelief that had been in his eyes had made her all the more determined to become a better mother.
Atsuko felt angry tears fall from her eyes. With a choked sob, she slid down the wall and buried her head in folded arms. With crystal clarity, memories—unimpeded by the absent effect of alcohol and drugs—cascaded through her mind.
All it had taken, to break her promise to her son, had been one drink.
One fucking little drink.
She hadn't come home for four days. Stumbling out of the cab, her clothes rumpled and ripped, and looking like something the cat dragged in and shit upon, she had staggered up the stairs.
As she sat in the alley, the brutal memories of those four days made her flinch and huddled tighter in a protective ball.
The too loud laughter, shouting and endless bottles of booze…. Oh, yeah and the fucking.
Technically, it was called rape. It wasn't like she consented to being passed around like toy. God knows, she certainly had not been in any state of mind to agree to be thrown to the floor and fucked like some kind of ragdoll.
Atsuko felt her gorge rise at the memories of fur thrusting between her legs as well as the sick, raucous laughter from the men urging the dogs on. She just barely managed to turn her head as the bile spewed from her lips. Moaning, she crawled a few inches away before she gave up. Broken, she could only lay there as memories filled her mind.
Especially the part where she had she had gone back two days later. Coming down off the high, to face a pair of contemptuous brown eyes….It had made perfect sense then. They got to fuck her, she got to get high. Even more importantly, she never had to face the bitter look in Yuusuke's eyes without the insulating shield of drugs and alcohol to comfort and protect her.
Now, she couldn't understand how or why her insulating shield was deserting her.
It began to rain.
In the filthy alley and tortured by memories, Atsuko pulled at her hair. The pain almost managed to blunt the ugly, brutal memories that settled in her mind like a long forgotten nightmare.
So many things she had done, the words she had said…it just wouldn't go away.
Tortured by memories, Atsuko raised her head and screamed like a wounded animal. She screamed her pain and horror to the uncaring sky before collapsing to the ground. Only the rising and falling of her back showed she was still alive.
Across the street two shadowy figures watched...only one watched with pity in her eyes.

Far away from the city, Yuusuke was nowhere near to returning back to the city. He had been here for almost two weeks and was finding that being here did little to ease his misery or help him find answers. "Grandma, what am I gonna do?" he groaned softly. Not that he expected an answer. There never was.
Hearing a couple of cars arrive, he scrambled to his feet. With the ease of long-practice, he quickly gathered his meager possessions and retreated to the wooded area directly behind the house until the visitors were gone.
And there he waited, fairly grinning with anticipation. He started a mental countdown. He had gotten to four when there was a startled shriek followed by swift, panicky footsteps. One voice rose shrilly, babbling apologies before the hasty slam of a car door. An engine started then came the squeal of tires.
Yuusuke sniggered into his hands. There was an unholy light in his brown eyes as well as a nasty smirk playing on his lips. "Serves them right," he snorted in rich disdain. "Fucking assholes," he growled under his breath at the fleeing people. "Nobody's buying this property."
"What about me? I could use a place in the countryside," came an unexpected voice behind him. With a gasp, Yuusuke spun around.
Kurama was leaning casually against a tree, a jacket hooked by one finger dangled over one shoulder. "But since you managed to scare off the realtor, I guess, I'll just have to look around myself," he sighed affecting a put on air. Pushing off the tree, he sauntered lazily to Yuusuke's side. Calmly he pushed the boy's mouth closed before dropping a chaste kiss on the slightly parted lips. Kurama started walking towards the house.
"What…what are you doing here?" Yuusuke stammered, his mind scrambling to comprehend that Kurama was here.
"Chasing after you, of course." Kurama shot an inscrutable glance over his shoulder. "What? Did you honestly think I wouldn't find you?"
"Well…yeah."
Affectionately Kurama reached back and cuffed Yuusuke's head. "Idiot," he said fondly. "Come, why don't you show me this house that we'll be purchasing?"
Frowning in confusion, Yuusuke followed the slim figure. He had the feeling that something was being said, but he just couldn't figure it out. "You don't wanna buy this house," he said instead. "Nobody's lived here for years to take care of it…so it's pretty much a wreck."
Kurama gave him a strange look. It made Yuusuke flush and look away. A slender finger turned his face back to meet the penetrating green eyes. "If matters to you, it matters to me."
Sliding his hand down, he took an unresisting Yuusuke by the hand and led them into the house.
Hand in hand, they walked through the rooms. Chattering nervously, trying to point out the house's good points and figure out Kurama's game finally wore Yuusuke down. He fell silent. He looked at Kurama then looked around him with fresh eyes.
His heart sank.
The place really was a wreck.
Empty for so long, with broken windows and doors, only a shallow attempt had been made to make the place habitable. At some point in time, clearly a family of animals had made it their home.
His lips twisted. "Not much of a place," he said with forced joviality.
Eyes calm and serene, Kurama glanced around. "I think a touch of paint would do wonders."
Yuusuke stared.
Kurama glanced around again. "Well… maybe more than just some paint."
"Why?" Said starkly it revealed all Yuusuke's fears.
Kurama took a step towards Yuusuke and kissed him. "I told you, because it matters to you."
"You can't afford it," Yuusuke said weakly. He was clutching at straws, he knew. He had no fucking clue how much money Kurama had.
"Yes, we can afford it," Kurama corrected him softly. He chuckled at the instant belligerent look that swept over Yuusuke's face.
"Who's this 'we'?"
"You and I."
A frown beetling his brows, Yuusuke fought down the warm glow he felt at Kurama's words. "When did me and you becoming a 'we'?" he demanded roughly.
Kurama wrapped his arms around Yuusuke's lithe body and swooped in for a more thorough kiss. He had two weeks of pent up sexual deprivation to make up. A couple of kisses would help tide him over until he got Yuusuke home.
"The day you moved in with me."

Kurama crouched, stared at the floor with a frown. His attention was caught by the strange discoloration between the wooden boards. It didn't look uniformed.
He bit his lip, casting a speculative eye at an oblivious Yuusuke. Curiosity was such an annoying part of being a kitsune, he thought mournfully.
A sharp crack made Yuusuke jump and whirled around in surprise.
"The fuck man?" Yuusuke exclaimed in shock. He hurried over ready to ream Kurama out.
Kurama ignored Yuusuke's bleating and finished prying up a wooden board. Peering into the darkened hole, he was glad to see his suspicions had been correct. It was a secret storage place.
"Damn," Yuusuke whispered settling on his haunches beside the kitsune. He looked at Kurama with shining eyes, a wide, delighted grin curving his lips. "I remember this! Grandma used to let me hide stuff in there. We called it our Precious Treasures."
Cautiously Kurama reached into the box. He was ready to pull his hand back instantly if something alive was hiding in there. But what he pulled out were small rocks, something that used to be a feather and a couple of other nonsensical items typical of little boys.
They made him smile fondly. He darted a sidelong glance at Yuusuke. There was no doubt as to who hid those items. "Shut up," growled the toushin, red-faced with embarrassment. "I was just a kid."
"Uh huh."
For that reply, Kurama calmly weathered the punch to his arm.
There was something more in there. He reached back in and carefully he pulled it out.
His heart caught in his throat at the big eyed, grinning little boy gazing out of the picture. He was sitting in the lap of a smiling old woman. In the mischievous smile wreathing the boy's face, he saw an echo in the grown-up version next to him.
"Grandma…"
In silence he gave the picture to Yuusuke.
"I remember when we took this picture….She died about three months later." Yuusuke's face was bleak as he gazed down at the picture. He could feel the sympathy radiating from Kurama. "She…she died in her sleep," he said hoarsely.
He stared at the picture in his hands. It blurred before his eyes. He blinked furiously, feeling the suspicious wetness receded. He gripped the frame in a white knuckled grip. A muscle jumped furiously in his tightly clenched jaw. He exhaled raggedly.
"It appears that you were also her Precious Treasure," Kurama said gently into the poignant silence. "I'm glad to know that someone else loved you as much as I." He knew he was taking a big risk, bringing it all out into the open but he was tired of dancing around.
If he waited for Yuusuke to finally tell him 'I love you' he knew he would be in for a long wait. Even though he knew Yuusuke love him still his heart trembled.
Shocked brown eyes shot to his face. He smiled sadly and was doubly determined to make Yuusuke's mother life a living hell. The same would go when he finally located Yuusuke's father.
At hunting, Yoko Kurama was relentless. He would find the bastard and he would pay for every tear that Yuusuke shed, for every hour of grief his callous actions cause.
None of this showed on his face. "I love you, Urameshi Yuusuke."
So simple…those three little words.
Spoken casually or sincerely, such innocuous words were commonplace all over the world, in every language under the sun.
Yet to Yuusuke, it felt like a punch to his unprotected chest. It did what no other enemy had ever done.
It terrified him.
"You…I….I mean, I…" Yuusuke sputtered out. His face was turning red. Frustration was written on his face.
His first instinct was to run—as far and as fast as possible—from Kurama.
He actually went as far as getting up and taking a step away from the motionless figure. However, another instinct, one that Kurama had patiently encouraged and nurtured for over five years, held him rooted to the spot.
Trust.
The instinct to run was so strong, Yuusuke quivered like a thoroughbred race horse at the start of a race.
Traditionally, fighting was Yuusuke preferred method of dealing with complex emotions. But this was Kurama and even if he couldn't say the words out loud, there was no way he would ever lay a hand on the kitsune in anger.
No fucking way.
Deep within, a sad-eyed, lonely little boy stood forlornly in the dark.
Kurama waited, with outward patience, for Yuusuke's opposing instincts to settle. He hid his fear that Yuusuke would run again. Yuusuke's unpredictability and impulsiveness was something he abhorred and absolutely adored.
Even when Yuusuke's impulsive nature inconvenienced him, there was a certain charm in the befuddled look that would overtake Yuusuke when his plans failed spectacularly. Kurama knew he wouldn't change Yuusuke for the world.
His eyes softened.
Yuusuke's chaotic emotions slowly calmed. He knew Kurama's lack of movement or demands were the cause.
Looking into the soft, loving green eyes, he tried to say the words. "I…" He felt a terror so stark, it paralyzed his vocal cords.
Rage, always so swift to come to his aid, rose viciously. Growling, Yuusuke whirled and punched a hole in the wall. "Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" Each virulent word was succeeded by a punch into the wall.
"Why can't I…? Wha' t'fuck is wrong with me!" It was the heartfelt cry from an abandoned child. Yuusuke collapsed to his knees, a choked sob wrenched from his lips.
From behind, long arms wrapped around him, stilling his restless, rage fueled movements. He growled meaningfully, but curiously enough, made no attempt to escape.
"I can wait, Yuusuke. I can wait until the frightened little boy within becomes convinced that I will never leave you nor stop loving you."
Bleak eyes fastened on the wooden floor. "Will you wait for years?"
"I will wait forever. You, my love, are most definitely worth waiting for."

Arriving back home, Yuusuke exited the car with extreme care. During the ride back, initially he fought to keep his hands to himself.
Kurama…not so much.
When Kurama's busy, marauding hands became too much, Yuusuke decided to return the favor. Unfortunately Kurama was way ahead of him on that score. When Yuusuke reached, he found his wrists neatly entangled and bound to his sides by a plant that sprung from the floor between his legs.
Kurama had calmly reached over, unzipped his jeans, and pulled his cock out. And that was how they finished the ride, with his dick on display and Kurama calmly in possession of it.
Once inside, however, it was the work of minutes to shuck his clothes and sneakers before jumping the kitsune.
Slammed against the wall, legs wrapped around Kurama's waist, and those devilish fingers wrapped around his cock…it didn't take long for him to come.
Breathing raggedly, he merely tightened his legs when a long finger brushed against his quivering hole. Burying his head in Kurama's shoulder, he shivered in reaction as he was breached.
Slowly he rocked his hips, sighing as that long finger slid gently back and forth. It didn't take long to find his love button. Burying his face in Kurama's neck, he moaned deeply.
His cock rose, obedient to Kurama's unspoken demands. Kissing the sweet flesh beneath the kitsune's ear, Yuusuke relished the whole body shudder from Kurama.
"You like that, kit?" The sinfully husky voice made him even hotter. The filth that spilled from Kurama's lips made him even hotter. "My finger fucking your tight, little ass? You want me to bend you over the couch, ram my cock up your ass? Make you shake and moan for me?"
Yuusuke shook, remembering the times when Kurama did just exactly that. His lover's favorite past-time seemed to be making him cum with just his fingers up his ass.
He no longer found it strange that he was the one consistently getting fucked. There was something about the way Kurama looked at him, touched him that made him feel…safe.
Protected, he realized with a sense of shock.
To feel those long, slender arms wrapped around him, that beautiful cock driving into him, filling him…it made everything fall away. All his cares and worries faded, leaving only those mesmerizing, green eyes staring at him.
He moaned, body tightening when a second, cum slick finger joined the first.
"You're so tight…"
Hand busy plumbing Yuusuke's depths, Kurama used his face to nudge Yuusuke's head to the right position. Eyes fading to gold, he slanted his mouth over the parted lips and drank his fill.
He added a third finger to the mix. The heady groan of aching fullness that Yuusuke gave went straight to his straining member.
"Please, fuck me!" Hearing Yuusuke cry out, beg for his cock, made his inner beast roar.
Pressing Yuusuke harder against the wall, Kurama fumbled with his pants before getting them opened. Sometimes the intensity of how he felt, the depth of his feelings for Yuusuke scared him. But some part of him knew it was useless to struggle.
He was caught. He belonged to Yuusuke…mind, body and soul.
Urgent desire suddenly riding him, making it imperative that he be inside Yuusuke moist, hot sheath, Kurama removed his fingers and pressed the head of his shaft at the prepared entrance and paused.
"Look at me…" He waited until dazed brown eyes met his and holding Yuusuke's eyes, he slowly slid home.
The soft, open-mouth sigh of bliss was the most beautiful sound in all three worlds, Kurama thought briefly before his mind was taken by the urgency to move.
Pulling back, he slammed into Yuusuke's welcoming body. He delved deep, angling for that special gland that would cause Yuusuke to writhe on him like a cat in heat.
When the tenor of Yuusuke's cries sharpened, he knew he had found it. Shifting the angle of his thrusts he raked his cock over it. Teeth bared in a fierce smile, he ignored the pain as Yuusuke clawed at his back.
It would heal.
Grasping Yuusuke's hips, he thrust upwards at the same time he pulled the screaming boy down. Calling upon centuries of skills, his hips churned, moving in a rhythm exquisitely designed to reduce Yuusuke to a mindless, helpless wreck.
The slick wet sounds as Yuusuke rode the kitsune's cock added to the cacophonous din.
Ducking his head, he swallowed Yuusuke's screams. Twisting, he soon had Yuusuke pressed against the door. Thus anchored, it allowed his hands additional freedom.
He used them to further destroy Yuusuke's mind.
Bringing it between them, he wrapped his hand around the straining shaft and demonstrated what a great multitasker he was.
Ripping his mouth from Kurama's sinful lips, Yuusuke flung his head back and screamed his demands to his lover. "YES…! YES…! HARDER…! Fuck me harder!" In the dim recesses of his mind, he knew he would probably not be able to walk tomorrow, but it would be totally worth it. The throbbing would be an aching reminder, a promise of things to come while Kurama was away at school.
Then he screamed louder when savage pain spiked in his shoulder. Somehow it merged with the pleasure already coursing through his veins. Dazed brown eyes blearily focus on the blood dripping from Kurama's lips.
"Mine…" the word was uttered in a low, throaty snarled by the kitsune. His thrusts were deconstructing, yet somehow no matter how wild, retained an animalistic grace as his yokai nature came to the foreground.
"Oh, fuck yeah," Yuusuke breathe fervently, staring up at the savagely mixed visage of red, sweaty hair and golden eyes. He was no less beautiful, for all his fierce savagery. Kurama was captivating to the toushin. For the first time, Yuusuke felt a creeping sense of possession coming from deep in his soul. This kitsune is Mine, growled the primitive aspect of him. A simple flex of his arms brought Kurama’s mouth within reach. Growling, he crashed their mouths together, sealing the deal, so to speak. He chased after the coppery taste of his own blood that mingled with the kitsune own unique flavor. Sampling the combined taste, he felt his balls tightened, lift minutely higher.
Kurama increased the pace of his thrusts, pounding his ownership into Yuusuke's tough, yet supple body. Their moans reached a fever-pitch of unchecked passion and lust. This was a yokai mating at its most primal.
Minutes later, Yuusuke's movements stuttered, became ragged. His cries, loud and orgasmic, spurred his lover on. Then, with one final cry, his body clenched around the pistoning shaft. Cum, fresh and potent, spilled over the kitsune's fist.
The fragrant smell of Yuusuke’s cum hit Kurama’s olfactory senses, triggering his own release. He lost control. A surprisingly bestial roar filled the room. His hips jerked reflexively, spilling his seeded deep within the hot, spasming sheath.
Yuusuke stiffened again, flinging his head back. Arching his back, he ground his hips down, mewling as he felt wet pulses flood his ass. Resting his head on the wall behind him, he sighed in repletion.
Panting, Kurama slumped, resting his head on Yuusuke’s chest. "That…was…intense," he said hoarsely when he regained the ability to speak.
Yuusuke merely hummed his agreement before absently he began stroking his lover’s head. Anterior muscles were still reflexively clenching around the imbedded shaft, lazily milking the last of the kitsune's seed into his greedy core.
Closing his eyes for a minute under the soothing ministrations, Kurama eventually choked out a laugh. Sliding his hands down, cupping the succulent globes of flesh, Kurama pushed away from the wall and began walking—staggering—to the bedroom. Yuusuke smiled tiredly and merely tightened his legs.

Kurama gradually woke, aware of something amiss. Legs shifting, parting under the covers, he sighed and raised his hips in a movement as old as time. Slowly the sounds of slurping filtered through his brain…as well as the wet heat moving up and down his straining erection.
Lifting the sheet, he peered down at a flushed, lust-blown face. Feeling cool air waft over him, Yuusuke paused in what he was doing and opened his eyes. Looking up the length of the kitsune’s body, he tried for innocence.
It was a patently difficult look to pull off…especially with his lips stretched in a perfect ‘O’ around the thick circumference of Kurama’s cock. Removing his mouth slowly, he couldn’t resist darting in for another taste of the engorged shaft. Yusuke licked his glistening, swollen lips and tried for angelic. “Uhm, good morning…?"
Though they had come far, Kurama knew they had further to go before they would truly be okay. But in the meantime, with a sigh and a silly smile of lust, he let the sheet drop. Shifting his legs further apart and bracing his feet flat on the bed, he allowed his eyes to close and ceded control when that angel mouth descended.
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