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Stepfather
By : Artemick
Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Yaoi - Male/Male
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The boys were upset after we visited Takasune’s mother.
I was out of uniform, so I told her I was working with Takasune on a video project for our class. She cried and showed me how he kept reams of writing and screenplays, how he wanted to do something great, that he’d written letters to the school about arts funding.
“He looked up to your type,” she said.
"My type?"
"Elite students." She shook her head, holding his manuscript. “But something changed. He just thought everything was wrong, that the way society was set up…it made it impossible to achieve anything truly satisfying…” she wiped her eyes. “I would have taught him better. I thought I had. But he just ran off, like – like I wouldn’t understand. I would have listened.”

When we left, Kuwabara brooded. “We’re the good guys. We shouldn’t be making women cry.”
“You know, this is classic ‘if Hitler had gone to art school,’” I said.
“Is that like ice-cream?” Hiei asked quietly.
I blinked. “Um. You mean Haagen-Das. Hitler…is different.”
Yuusuke muttered, kicking the ground, “I think she was faking.”
We stared.
“You should see my mom at parent teacher’s conferences. She’s sooo nice. Suuuch a good mother. Doesn’t know why I do the things I do. Loves me sooo much.” He kicked the sidewalk.
I thought on that. I might have underestimated humans’ capacity for deceit.
I dialed Itou-kun.
“Baby…”
“You spared my mother’s life, so I’ve spared yours,” I started, rapid fire, into his silence. Being so near to his things made me a little hysterical. “I saw your screen plays, heard the sob story. So ambitious you sold your soul to the devil, didn’t you? I guess that was easier than hard work.”
“You don’t know shit about me, Minamino, or my circumstances.”
“And you don’t know my true name or my reputation, so I’m giving you a lot of grace, human. I pity you. Life’s short. You’re scared. You want the impossible. But you listen to me, because you have three options. You can surrender. You can try to finish the job and come after me. Or you stay put, and the next time I see you, you’re collateral damage.”
The line went dead.

“You’ve been calling him?” Sensui stood neutrally.
Taka handed over the phone. “I was trying to lure him back.”
“You were trying to lure the fox back to you after that rape.”
“I…look, we have a lot more in common – “
“No, you don’t – “ Sensui turned away. He exhaled, then turned back, and handed back the phone with a grin. “Actually, you’re right. You two are very similar. Both intelligent, talented, and committed.” He shook a finger at him. “I trust you to see this through and come out on top. Understand? Now tell me what you need.”

“Hey, if Kurama’s dad is going to be in the hospital,” Yuusuke said. “Will Shizuru let us sleep over?”
“I dunno,” Kuwabara said. “It’s a school night.”
“I’m not going home until this is over,” I said. “My family will be safer if I don’t.”
“Come stay with me then. Mom’s drunk; it’ll be like we’ll have our own place.”
I nodded and Kuwabara sulked. I gave him my phone to call his sister.
Then I looked up.
We had each stopped walking. The sun was lower, turning orange, and the phone was keening a dial tone. Kuwabara looked down. “Kurama, it looks like I just made a nine minute call.”
“That was it,” I said, looking down the street. “We lost time - we’re in a psychic’s territory.”
Yuusuke pointed at the wall.
There was an odd string of graffiti. It was neatly written, without flash or attitude.
We have your Shinigami-chan. Meet her in the house of Four Directions.

Four hours later, we were on our way home from what Yuusuke was calling Genkai's psychic awareness bootcamp. We'd made a few new acquaintances. I enjoyed the games against them so much, I hardly cared that the boys spent the entire walk howling against Genkai.
“I don’t think you should use that word,” I finally interrupted.
“What, fuck?”
“That too. I meant ‘bitch.’ It’s just a mean word.”
“She is a mean person. I almost lost my soul.”
I thought of Hiei. I started laughed again.
“Are you okay?” Yuusuke asked, annoyed.
I put my hand over my face, snorting.

Yuusuke watched his friend laying on the futon. The tv light blinked over his pale skin, casting scenes of light over his back like it were the curtain for Chinese shadow puppets.
He leaned out his feet and dropped them on the small of Kurama’s back.
Kurama groaned. “Now I’ll have to shower in fungal cream.”
“Shut up,” Yuusuke said, kicking his friend in the ass. “I have socks on.”
“Fine. Warm them up. I feel like the family dog anyway, sleeping on the floor.”
Yuusuke smiled. These days, Kurama was talking more and more like a human being and less like a science book or school counselor. After a few commercials, he prodded him again. “Want a back walk? I do them for my mom.”
“That’s not healthy. Cracking bones lets bubbles of fluid between the joints.”
“Nothing my mom does is healthy.”
He stared at some gum commercial moe figure, singing and flashing its panties.
Kurama mumbled, his mouth half hid in the pillow, “I’ll take a back rub. Can you do that? I can show you first, if you don’t know how. I do them for my mom.”
Yuusuke thought about Kurama’s hands on him, instructing him. Maybe later. Now it made him too scared. “Um. I don’t think guys really do that for other guys.”
Kurama thought about that. “But I’m half –demon. And you really owe me for that house. I got your soul back, didn’t I?”
Yuusuke reached over and put his cigarette out. “Fiiine!”
He leaned down and straddled his friend. Kurama started to freak out and Yuusuke grabbed at his sides, tickling him. “Hold still, demon! Down, evil spirit!”
“I can’t, stop it,” Kurama laughed.
Yuusuke found himself immobile with vines. “Get the weeds off me, psycho. I’m just trying to help.” He beat on his shoulders. “Now lay down.”
Kurama lowered himself down. Even though he’d asked for it, he seemed afraid. But he relaxed, moaning into the linens.
Yuusuke rubbed his hands over Kurama’s back, getting thick handfuls of his loose shoulders. “Got muscles, boy.”
Kurama seemed to doze, smiling.
After a half hour, the show was over.
Yuusuke sat back on Kurama’s ass. “Skinny bastard. My hands are broken now.”
The young man rolled onto his back. He was smiling like a dog. “I am really happy right now. Thanks.”
Yuusuke winced. Who said that sort of thing? Rich kids were different. Soft.
But Kurama wasn’t a rich kid.
Kurama sat up on his elbows. He bit his lip. “Can I get up?”
“Sure, weirdo.” Yuusuke flopped back on the couch.
Kurama sat up and pressed his head to Yuusuke’s knee.
Yuusuke stared at the bowed head. Then Kurama moved closer and kissed the inside of Yuusuke’s thigh.
“Um. Man, what are you doing?”
Kurama’s eyes went wild. He stood up and stepped off the futon, going to the kitchen. “I don’t know.”
“Kurama – hey. Get back here.”
“I don’t know.” He said it again from the doorway. “I’m really sorry.”
“No, it’s okay. Come here. Don’t freak out on me.” Yuusuke waved him back.
Kurama grabbed a box of cereal and came back. He curled up on the corner of the couch. After a few minutes of eating pieces one by one, he said, “It’s important to me to learn not to be afraid when someone touches me. I feel like I’m still up in the air, like I still have time to change before my brain decides if I’m going to be traumatized forever or…I don’t want to be there again…in that situation, that memory. I don’t want to stay there.”
“Are you talking about that psychic thing?”
Kurama thought of something. “You have the video somewhere safe?”
“Yeah, my mom never goes in my room.”
He nodded.
“Hey – you look…really miserable. I didn’t – I was hoping you’d feel better. Honest.”
Kurama looked at the tv, viciously angry. Then he glared at the cereal box. “Why me? Why not you or him?”
“Genkai said that you were the strongest.”
“I don’t get it. I don’t see it.” He shook his head. “I don’t make nice to people. I don’t wear provocative clothes – I don’t comb my hair half the time.”
“Yeah, we know,” Yuusuke joked, pulling a face. “Or shower.”
“I…shower.”
“I was messing with you. Joking.”
“Oh.”
“Hey, you’re okay. Understand? You’re okay, Kurama.”
He shook his head. “What if I’m not? What if I’m – wrong somehow?”
“Do you see this?” Yuusuke gestured to his house. “You take a situation like this, you find people you can trust, you find something to live for and you get out. That’s what, if you’re not. So you have a plan now. If you're wrong. Like me."
Kurama cracked a smile.
“Okay?”
The redhead nodded.
“Now come here and kiss me.”
Kurama blinked. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Yuusuke waved him over. “Why not?”
They met in the center of the couch, on their knees, catching each other’s lips. Their hands streaked each other faces, lacing into red and black hair. Bare chest to a teeshirt, and his flesh under thin linen. Kurama naked to the waist and toes barefoot under the hems of soft baggy trousers.
“You know how to make out,” Yuusuke said.
“Maybe you’re just a good teacher.”
“Don’t be obnoxious. You can be honest with me.”
“Yeah, I’m good.” Kurama’s eyes flickered.
“What?”
“I wish you didn’t know…about that.”
“Forgotten.”
“I can’t do anything that was on there…without reminding myself. And if I do it by accident, you might know.”
“Maybe I don’t care. Do what you want.”
Kurama sat back, dragging his hands over Yuusuke’s arms.
Yuusuke groaned. “Are you mad about me getting hard – I couldn’t help it.”
Kurama stared, cat eyed.
“It’s just the sound, okay? I’m an animal. I’m sorry. I try not to, I do.”
Kurama nodded.
Yuusuke bit his lip. He wasn’t sure if Kurama would forgive it.
Kurama reached out and pushed his friend back, pressing his hand flat on his chest. He closed his eyes for a moment, smiling, then leaned forward. He rubbed Yuusuke’s nipple through his shirt, then bit it softly, then licked. His tongue left a warm grey mark on the cotton.
Yes, Yuusuke thought. Fucking yes!
The fox bent over, twisting his hair away. He kept a hand on Yuusuke’s thigh and lowered his mouth to the rising tent in his shorts.
Yuusuke moaned, watching the thin white jagged line of his scalp through his hair. He looked over, seeing the muscles of the young man’s back bending and twisting, the knots of his spine leading down to his pajamas, stretched tight over his ass. “You’re good. You’re good.”
Kurama pet him through the cloth, kneading.
Yuusuke’s eyes rolled up.
Kurama’s hot mouth closed on his tip through the cloth, with a sudden squeeze that astonished him.
He came accidentally. Grabbing Kurama’s shoulder and jerking his hips, he cussed, “Oh shit.”
Kurama laughed, then covered his mouth. “You’re still a kid.”
Yuusuke kissed him.
They made out for about two hours, until the fox demon couldn’t stop smiling. Yuusuke wasn’t feeling too bad himself.
“Let me put it in you,” he muttered in Kurama’s ear.
The other pushed back. “I…I thought we were having fun.”
“We were starting to have fun. Now we’re going to have more fun.” He rolled over, so Kurama was on top of him. He kissed him, distracting him while he rubbed his hand along Kurama’s back, into his trousers. He grabbed Kurama’s ass and the boy groaned grinding into him. He fingered his hole.
Kurama jerked away.
“What?”
The green eyes slipped to the side.
“What?”
“I don’t really want to do that tonight. Please stop, please.”
Yuusuke blinked. You’re kidding, he wanted to say. You’ve fucked everyone in Makai as a fox and you come here and fuck your own stepfather, but no – I’m the kinky horndog for wanting a little tail? “Why not?”
Kurama tried to kiss him, but Yuusuke barely kissed back. “It’s bad, isn’t it – so fast? I mean…you already came, what are you complaining about?” He sat back, holding his shoulders high enough to be earrings.
“Come on, you’ve got such a great ass. How about sharing?”
Kurama got off the couch. He kicked the blanket on the futon out and pulled up under it, facing the opposite way.
“What?”
“I just want to go to sleep.” The fox growled.
Yuusuke sighed, disgusted and blue egged. He huffed and rolled toward the back of the couch, fishing his hard cock out to pull. He imagined that face pulling along it, that grainy video tape. After kissing for so long, his lips buzzed, and he felt both like the one sucking and the one sucked.

I wrapped my hand in a fist around the pillow. I watched his back move in the reflection of the TV screen. I touched myself.
I shifted, making a choice. I wet my lip and sat up, holding my erection.
“Yuusuke.”
He turned around, looked me over. “What?”
I hoped he liked me. “I want to do something with you, just not that one thing.”
His face lit up and he tumbled off the couch next to me. “Great. Yes. Because I was just thinking that even with all the trouble you are – I’d rather deal with it. And maybe get something, but it doesn’t have to be that, and not tonight. Or even soon, you know.”
“Eventually, I hope. I want it too,” I said. “Just not tonight. I’m scared.”
“Of me?”
“No, no. I don’t know how many times you’ve done this, but it’s very painful if you don’t completely want it. I trust you with my life; I just don’t trust that you…can work some miracle on me.”
He closed his hand over mine. I let go, leaving my cock in his grip. He pulled on me and I shut my eyes with a gasp.
“Kurama, a piece of you is more intense than the whole deal from anyone else. So I’ll take that.”
I melted. “Really?”
“Yes!” Then his eyes grew mischievous. “No. I’m kidding.” He pulled a face and rolled over, sticking his feet under my blanket and grabbing up my pillow.
I shook his shoulder.
He let out a huge fake snore and mumbled, “No, Kurama, I got a headache.”
I slipped under the blanket and grabbed him from behind, pressing up against him. I pulled his shoulders to me, kissing his neck. I nearly climbed over him, looping my knee up over his hip. He was so warm, his skin burned me.
He rolled over, inside my arms, and he pushed me onto my back.
My shoulder stung; they were still scraped, but I was hesitant to tell him. I just pulled up a bit to get them off the futon.
"What?”
I looked up.
“You went all tense.”
“I’m not tense.”
“Alright, not all – but your lips. Your stomach.”
I bit my lip. Traitors. But what was the point in not telling him? “I’m still scraped up.”
“I shouldn’t jump on you then, huh,” Yuusuke kissed my stomach. His hands stroked my ribs.
He gave me the sloppiest blow job, holding me and rubbing his thumb over my head while sucking up and down the underside of my cock.
My toes curled. I spread my knees out, butterfly style.
“Don’t you ever come?” He said finally. “Are you even feeling this?”
I nodded. “Just speechless.”
It was a lie, but he wasn’t bad. I couldn’t say what was wrong.
He was doing his best and I felt so ashamed.
He dropped his head on my thigh after another minute. “Time out.”
I felt small inside. “Sorry.”
“I want to try something – “ he curled his first two fingers.
I recognized that and sat up. If he could get me off with his mouth, I wasn’t trusting him inside me. He just wasn’t skilled enough. “Yuusuke.”
Yuusuke followed, sliding his knees under mine. He looked at me. I wanted to hide my face and had trouble meeting his eyes.
“Hey.” He pointed two fingers at his eyes and mine. “Right here.”
I glanced up. His eyes were so deep brown they were almost red in places.
“You like kissing?”
I nodded; he was great. Demons didn’t kiss really. Making out with him was probably the best fun like that I’d ever had.
He put his hand around the back of my head, supporting its weight. He looked at me, moving slowly close.
It was so gimmicky, I would have laughed if I wasn’t nervous.
He drew his other hand up under my scrotum, petting, then began to press and massage, loose, improvising.
I realized he hadn’t given up. He was taking a different route.
Our erections slid together like hands rubbed over a fire, with the whispering scrape of flesh on flesh.
He stared at me and I grew so fearful. I was vulnerable, I could feel his breath. I was beginning to pump my hips against his hand.
He kissed me, slow. At first it was innocent. I drew him in, licking his lip, and then he bore into me.
At the worst moment, his fingers on my scalp, stroking and lifting, they entangled themselves and he pulled my head back. My mouth was wide for him and he was nursing my bottom lip – by then it felt swollen, huge. I felt something shift, at the root of my cock; it was a new, deep level of pleasure. I recognized it, evened my thrusts and let it build.
I came and I screamed for him, that good, patient man – I screamed.
I rode it for long seconds, feeling his mouth on my neck. That smirk.
I climbed off of him with a quick kiss, protecting myself.
Yuusuke got up and grabbed a t-shirt from his drawer. He tossed it into my lap and sat back on the couch while I cleaned up. He looked proud of himself.
I dropped onto my back, my hair splattering over the pillow. I was still holding the shirt over my crouch and panting like a dog.
I heard an electronic snapshot.
Yuusuke was holding my phone up. “I’m going to email this to myself and put it in a hope chest with number on the back like: 1 down, 2 billion to go.”
I laughed, gasping. “That means I’ll need…54 heart transplants. And a 400 year lifespan. Unless you don’t mind tails.”
“I love tail. Your tail especially.”
I threw the t-shirt at him. He snuffed it and hung his tongue out, shameless. I blushed and he laughed. “Don’t show that to Kuwabara.”
“He knows.”
“What? Knows what?”
“You didn’t believe all that school night crap.” He looked up. “I was like, I’m hitting that tonight, you better make yourself scarce – Kurama, I’m totally kidding. Chill. Your virtuous appearance remains intact.”
I held a hand over my eyes. After so many hours I still felt like I’d been shot full of oxycontin. I probably couldn’t stand; cumulative pleasure had eroded all higher thought.
Yuusuke pinched my nipple. My cock jumped and I groaned, rolling over and closing my knees.
“Ready?”
“Nooo,” I wailed, laughing. He jumped down behind me and started grinding, banging into me. I was too doped up on him to care.
He tugged my sagging pajamas down and beat my ass with his erection. It was strange. There was little to feel for me, but it was hot to imagine what he saw.
I could barely feel it, but I complained anyway, murmuring his name. “Uh-uh-uh…feel good, Yuus…?”
He groaned and punched his hips, knocking into me. He started trying to move me. I pushed myself up on my elbow and lay on my stomach. My hand covered my groin, but he pulled a pillow down. I pressed into that and spread my legs.
Yuusuke started groping my ass, squeezing and pulling on me. I let my head hang, just enjoyed it.
“Look at that. So red.”
He spanked me and I jumped. “Hey!”
He kept on. Light slaps that made me gasp. I drew my knees up, wanting more, but he pushed me back down with one hand.
“I want to come on you, right here,” he rubbed my lower back, between my ass cheeks.
I trembled, excited. “Do it.”
He smoothed my hair up, then kissed between my shoulderblades. It was a gnawing kiss, scraping my skin with his teeth. I plunged my hips against the pillow as he sat back, watching my ass clench.
“Thanks.” He patted me.
I heard his groans as I drove my hips forward. He kept his hand sturdy on my side and I could feel the head of his cock rubbing wet lines, pendulous. When he came, I could feel the spatter. He leaned down, heaving breath, then blew lightly over the wet mess, freezing me.
I threw my hair over, yelping, and dropped down. “What are you doing?”
He lay down on top of me.
I laughed, hugging the pillow. I couldn’t believe it just happened. Yuusuke. My friend, that human I spent to much time with, listening to his horrible puns.
I thought back suddenly. “You slapped my ass the other day. Were you interested in me then?”
Mumbling through his teeth as he bit my ear, he said, “I was thinking maybe you and I should just get an apartment.”
I rolled my eyes. “Urameshi…”
“Serious!”
“I’m not leaving my family and house because you don’t like yours. Besides, we’re too young.”
“You’re ancient.”
“Shuichi Minamino is fifteen,” I mumbled into the pillow, thinking. “And straight.”
“Straight like fusilli.”
I pushed up. “I’m not Shuichi. Yoko will do anything, Shuichi will do nothing; I’m just mediating. And what I choose has to look reasonable to my family. It has to fit the story, or they’ll stop trusting me.”
“Who cares about them?”
“I do.”
“You could just tell them. They love you. You’d still see them.”
“I like my home.”
“You’d rather lie and get caught later?”
I chuckled, “I’m not going to get caught.”
“Takasune.”
I frowned. Then I snickered, “I suppose I’ve been had by two spirit detectives this week.”
Yuusuke bit me, big blunt human teeth.
I shook him off. Then I added, “I’d like to count this as my first time…as a human. Can I do that?”
“I’d be honored. If you’d let me…if you’d ride it,” he was getting sleepy. “You’d move in.”
I shook my head. “Get off. I want to shower.”
“Shower with me tomorrow.”
“I feel gross.” I felt like a swamp, stuck to him. I didn’t want to wake up to the smell, the stickiness.
“Then still shower with me. Or I’ll tell Kuwabara you’re the best lay ever.”
I kicked him as I stood.
“Are you telling Hiei?”
“Hiei already knows.”
“You can’t reuse my joke. I’m not falling for that.”
I tapped my forehead. “He likes to watch.”
Yuusuke howled at me and tugged his shirt over his crotch.
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Stepfather	By : Artemick Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7320 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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