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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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In the shower, Kurama started crying, covering his mouth with his hand. He had no reason to, but the act of taking someone who was afraid had shaken him, disturbed him.

By laying open, Kaito had been generous, open to be hurt – not wanting it, but accepting the possibility, allowing the likelihood of brutality.

Kurama always hated his partners somewhat, for causing him pain. Now he was ashamed to become one of those selfish aggressors.

He let the water run down his spine as he thought.

Kaito had cleaned up, except that the radio was still on and a little louder.

“No calls from the neighbors?”

“Honestly, one is deaf and the other jerks off to the noise.” He put a cup on a saucer and pushed it toward Kurama.

Kurama smiled at the tea cup. “Anglophile.”

“Completely. Look what I ordered.” Kaito showed him a dish of sugar cubes.

“Pretty.”

“I’m insane. Shipping was like, 8000 yen.”

Kurama refused any, pulling away his cup. “I like it plain.”

“You like the tannins?”

“Yes.” Kurama hid his smile in the cup.

“Imagine that.” Kaito leaned on the counter, watching him. “The color in your skin looks great right now.”

“Thanks?”

Kaito shrugged. “If you want me to top you, let me finish my tea and you’re mine.”

Kurama sputtered.

Kaito leaned over. "You heard me. You know you want it."

Kurama kept smiling. Reaching out, he lay the tip of his index finger against Kaito’s cup and pushed it over the edge of the counter.

Kaito caught it, splashing hot tea over his hands. “Oh…you bitch.”

“Look,” Kurama feigned surprise. “You finished your tea.”

"So I did." Kaito caught him up, pressing his forehead to Kurama’s.



“Lay down. I don’t mind pampering you.”

Kurama lay on his side, with his classmate curled behind him. He felt the urge to twist around, to seek Kaito’s mouth. The other boy was fierce; he kissed in a way that improved with touch, turning a purely courtship activity into a need, a sinking tidal movement synchronous to breath. The rock and sway of their bodies left a ghost of sensation on Kurama even after Kaito moved behind him. The skin around his mouth felt bitten; his lips were soft and swollen; everything felt open to touch.

“Kai…to.” Kurama wanted to give the name meaning, but the presence of language seemed false.

Kaito dragged his hand up and down Kurama’s chest, only half paying attention. He palmed a great deal of lube between Kurama’s buttocks and began massaging it in. The heat of his body and the friction made it slick. Kaito pressed a finger in, moved in a circle.

Kurama grabbed his hand, staring at it, imagining Kaito’s view. His nails were barely there, smoothed round and low, like pale quartz stones worn by the river.

Kaito pushed his finger in further. The red head groaned and tried to adjust his legs, to open more. He was fighting the sheet and finally rolled onto his stomach, slapping his partner.

“Kaito, get up.” Kurama lay on his forearms, letting his nipples brush the mattress, and spread his knees. He arched his back, feeling bared, feeling right, presented.

He cast a coy, delighted grin backwards.

“You,” Kaito said, putting a hand on Kurama’s hip. He leaned down and kissed him.

The kiss gave Kurama breath.

Kaito finger slipped low into him and Kurama opened his mouth, gasping, frozen at the odd sensation. He had simply not been aware of nerves there before. This body was blessedly automatic; he didn’t have to train himself to kiss or fuck – he just had to relax, and it happened. But nothing prepared him for the newness. It was strange, awkward with moments of bright pain, like stinging sunlight.

Kaito chuckled, hanging onto Kurama’s lip with his teeth. He let go. Kneeling to the side of Kurama, he looped his arm under Kurama’s neck like a yoke and grabbed his hair. He pulled Kurama’s head near and began to kiss under his ear, at the back of his jaw. His lips tickled the peach hairs on Kurama’s skin.

Kurama felt like dying – like giving up. He let the pleasure break over him and didn’t question it, didn’t worry, just turned his mind off.

Kaito kissed Kurama’s neck. He slid another finger in. He kissed Kurama back. Then he twisted his hand, turning those two fingers to hook towards Kurama’s belly. He moved back slowly.

It was as if he’d pulled the string of a puppet. Kurama cried out and pushed up, thrusting his groin into the bed. Kaito chuckled, still rubbing, still sending jolts through Kurama’s hips.

“You look like the mermaid,” Kaito said.

Kurama ignored it. He shut his eyes, gritting his teeth. Planting his arm straight, he grabbed his cock in the other hand and pulled.

“So pretty,” Kaito muttered. “Here.”

He took Kurama’s hand by the wrist and moved him to grab the top of the headboard. “There. And…” He pulled Kurama’s other hand away and up beside it. He squeezed both. “Hang on.”

“Gently.”

Kaito kissed him. “Thank you for reminding me. You’re so – yes, gently…”

As he said it, his finger circled Kurama’s entrance. The other hand aimed his own latex-clad cock in. “May I?”

Kurama nodded, rolling his fingers up tight. His knuckles were pale, bony.

There was an intense pressure. Kurama wanted to run, but thought of the reward persuaded him – the thought of the beautiful thick pleasures of the foreplay and the promise that Kaito would be that and more from inside. Kurama bore down and whispered, “Go in.”

Kaito pushed.

Kurama yelped but begged, “Keep going.”

“All the way?”

“Yes, yes – “ Kurama braced against the bedspread.

The splendid, insane pressure inside him knocked out his thoughts. All Kurama could sense was a strange full –

But then Kaito pulled out and pushed in, dragging half his length up and down – Kurama dropped down, letting go. His sweating palms squeaked against the polished head board as they dragged down, flat.

“Hold on,” Kaito chided, shoving in. He grabbed Kurama, wrapping his hands around him and hauling him up.

Kurama felt Kaito’s chest slap his back. He whimpered as Kaito rubbed him down, pulling his hands from Kurama’s knees to his neck, keeping their bodies stuck.

Taking advantage of the soft mattress, Kaito bounced, pistoning in and out.

Kurama panted and begged, his breath in Kaito’s rhythm. He felt Kaito grab his ankle and pull Kurama’s foot up. His fingers slipped into Kurama’s mouth.

Held, adored, filled, Kurama came.

Kaito sighed happily and slapped his flank.

“Did you…” Kurama murmured, sleepily.

Kaito said, “No, not yet.”

“Wait. Let me…” Kurama reached around, holding him in, and bent over. Putting his hand out on the headboard, he shoved back. His buttocks thumped into Kaito’s thighs. He rocked forward and pushed back, looking over his shoulder. “Hold my hips. Fuck me.”

“Be glad to, prince,” Kaito grinned. He moved back a little, afraid Kurama’s head would hit the wood, and dragged Kurama with him, hooking both hands on Kurama’s hips. He began to slid in and out.

Kurama listened to his lover’s breath, squeezing until Kaito gave a high gasp and doubled his effort with frantic pumps. Kurama tensed around him. There was a cool burst, perhaps just seeming cool inside his hot core, and Kaito emptied.

Kurama shivered, nervous and undone at the sensation.

Kaito pulled out and embraced him. “Oh, beautiful. Minamino. How can you do that so well?”

“It’s your anticipation,” Kurama said, staring over the rippling white landscape of wrinkled sheets. “Years of fantasies. That’s all.”

“No. You…follow your instincts. A cat with a mouse. A fox with a vole.”

“Well. That.”

Kaito made him a midnight snack. Kurama sat, showered again and barefoot on the countertop, cross legged. Kaito poked the sole of his foot with a spoon, leaving a crescent of red sauce on the skin, then licked it up. Kurama squirmed. “Ticklish. Please.”

Kaito grinned. “Needs salt.”

“Kaito?”

Kaito went back to the pot. “Yes.”

“I don’t want to do this all the time. It’s time consuming and…I need energy. I mean,” Kurama found himself desperately trying to build back a shattered wall. He might still be able to kill Kaito, but now he had no emotional protection. “I want to see you again. And stay – like this. But…please don’t get angry if I don’t. Please.”

“God, Minamino. I won’t – I wouldn’t either. I promise. We’re friends.”

“But if I were to say no, and you got mad – “

“Minamino. There are things I get upset over. All of them happen around exam season or the library desk. Quite often they involve you. Usually in the context of checking out all the resource books on our essay topics and returning them covered in potting soil. Which makes more sense now that I know you,” he mused, then shook his head. “But you wanting a little privacy? Not in the least.”

“But…”

“Do I look like one of your demon boyfriends?” He waved a plaid dishtowel at his sock-monkey slippers. “I like you. I let you walk all over me, clearly – so don’t be afraid. In my world, sex isn’t an obligation.”

Kurama exhaled, though he was still curled up. “Even if you need it?”

“Need it! I’ve been single before. No one died.”

“I know…but…”

“Besides, I’d hate for you to feel I was tedious,” Kaito murmured.

Kurama pushed his lips to one side, suspecting that Kaito’s reading had made him more intelligent than Kurama’d suspected.

“We both have a certain lifestyle, certain aspirations. Ambitions.” Kaito shoved the spoon around. “I don’t think I’d have the stamina to do this too regularly either. I’d have to quite everything else, and that’d get tiresome.”

“Exactly,” Kurama agreed, tentatively happy.

Kaito offered him the spoon. “Taste.”

Kurama took the spoon. Watching the other boy’s body, heavy undertoned muscle packed with careless elegance to his blocky arms, hard stomach, round ass and hips under his pajamas – Kurama could not help but show off his tongue. His green eyes caught Kaito’s.

Kaito grinned. “Minamino. Stay here more often.”

Kurama grinned, catching the tip of the spoon in his teeth. Maybe.



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