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The Island	By : vampmistress76 Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Het - Male/Female Views: 4923 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: The Island
Rating: R (for this half)
Pairing: Kurama/Keiko
Summary: After being marooned on a deserted island, Keiko and Kurama discover an extremely rare Makai plant used as a powerful aphrodesiac growing within the woods. Smutty fun ensues!
Disclaimer: Do not own the YYH characters featured within this fic.

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The t tht thing Keiko acknowledged as she regained consciousness was the throbbing pain at the back of her head. She groaned softly, her lashes fluttering delicately as she attempted to open her eyes. The harsh rays of the sun overhead assaulted them though, causing her to screw them back shut tightly. The roar of the ocean assaulted her ears and the fresh air seemed to open all her senses. Beach... shoughought, eyes fluttering open a second time. Her entire head was throbbing painfully. She pulled herself up.

Oh the sand is so warm, she thought with a small smile. How long had it been since she'd sunk her fingers into the sand like this? Still, what was she doing on a beach anyway? The last thing she remembered was being on the deck of the ship, shouts and Kurama's arms...
Oooh... Kurama's arms, that's right! He'd grabbed onto her when the ship lurched.
Climbing unsteadily to her feet, Keiko turned, taking in the gorgeous sight around her. To one side, an endless expanse of blue-green ocean topped with snowy white foam, the waves lapping gently at the golden sandy bank. To the other, a dense cluster of trees, bushes and other foliage. That added with the large variety of colorful blossoms made up an intricate jungle paradise. Where are the others? she thought. Kurama had been the closest to her, so he must have been washed ashore nearby, right>And>And what about Yusuke, Botan, and Hiei? What about Kuwabara and Yukina? Where they alright?

Despite the wonderous enviroment around her, Keiko felt herself going numb with fear. She walked toward the water's edge, scared at the prospect of wandering too close to the forested area. Were there wild animals on the island? She'd read novels about wild boars with big tusks and bad tempers. She didn't really want to find out.
The clear beautiful water was cold or bar bare feet, although it was quite warm outside. She wasn't dressed for chilly weather in her floral tank top and cut off capris. It was just supposed to be a fun little cruise while Yusuke and the others put an end to a troublesome demon. Why did everything always go awry? She looked around. She had two options, walk around and look for someone or stay put and hope someone looked for her. What to do?

The chance to decide on her next move was stolen from her though, as a familiar voice called her name from the direction of the wooded area. She spun around, sighing in relief as she spied Kurama walking toward her, his crimson locks seeming to shimmer in the sun's bright rays. Feeling a smile come to her lips, Keiko rushed forward in her excitement at seeing one of her friends safe and sound, and most important, there with her.
"Thank goodness! I was worried about being here alone. Where are the others?" she exclaimed.
Kurama approached at a slow and casual gait. "I'm not certa Sur Surely they must be around here, but I haven't been able to find anyone."
Keiko frowned. Was that even possible? Of course she wasn't about to doubt the possible - or impossible, not since this whole spirit detective stuff started. Nothing would ever be 'normal' again.
Better yet, how could Kurama be calm at a time like this? He looked completely undisturbed, hair swaying in thean ean breeze, hands tucked into his pockets. He came to stand beside her, his gaze far away, staring over the ocean. Now he was contemplative?

Oh... Somehow at a time like this she wasn't sure if she preferred Yusuke's wild suggestions and possible panic or Kurama's silence. Could one possibly be worse?

"What do we do?" Keiko asked after a moment of silence had passed. Kurama didn't speak immediately. Must still be contemplating... Keiko thought idly. He has always been the more level headed of the group.
"I think the first thing we should do is to seek shelter of some kind." he replied finally. "Also, it wouldn't be a bad idea to gather some wood for a fire."
"But Kurama," Keiko arched an inquisitive brow. "how do we start a fire? I don't have any matches. Do you?"
"No. But there is more than one way to start a fire." Kurama assured her as they moved back toward the forest.

Another hour passed and with the use of Kurama's rose whip they had enough materials to build a suitable shelter which Kurama set about doing while Keiko gathered wood for a fire. Once she had an armload, she returned to find an impressive structure erected in a small level clearing of sand. She dropped her bundle onto the ground and began gathering sizable rocks to form a ring for the fire.
"Very good, Keiko." Kurama praised, giving the exhausted girl a reassuring smile.
She wasn't sure whether to be happy or offended at the comment. Honestly, who couldn't gather fire wood? Maybe she was feeling a bit short tempered with the situation though. She wasn't at her happiest. She stole a glance over at Kurama and sighed. Forming a fire ring, she then stood back letting Kurama handle the rest of the work.

"Want to check around for some food?" Kurama suggested. "Don't wander too far though."

Ever the polite one, Keiko thought, trudging away. Although... she was a bit hungry and she really could do with something to eat. It was times like these she was glad she was a good student and not a slacker like Yusuke. It would make it alot easier to identify what berries and such was safe to eat. She was just passing under a prickly branch, arching down low when she noticed it.

There was a large odd colored blossom hiding in the shade. She leaned down, staring at the odd plant. The leaves were broad and dark with a sturdy stalk reaching up and drop shaped buds all tightly closed. It was beautiful. She felt her spirits lift, momentarily forgetting she was stuck on this rotten island and that her dream cruise had sunk.

Knowing Kurama's abundant knowledge of plants of both Ningen and Makai origin, she decided on bringing back a blossom for him to inspect. She reached out a hand tentatively, intent upon extracting one of the unopened blossoms from the bush. Keiko's hand accidentally brushed one of the buds and before she realized it, the tightly closed petals had burst open, emitting a cloud of spore-filled pollen directly into her face.
Keiko coughed, bringing her outstretched hand back to cover her nose and mouth. She could feel the tiny particles as they invaded her sinuses and tlledlled further down her throat. Backing away from the plant, Keiko finally managed to bring her coughing spell under control. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to bring back a sample. It wasn't like she was a botanist or anything. So she turned from the bush, toward the direction of camp, unknowing of the small blossom that had somehow managed to attach itself to a strand of her hair.
She headed back, rubbing her eyes, burred from her coughing. Okay, that settled it. For the moment, no food. She wasn't heading back into that wild garden without... well, maybe she just wouldn't go back out there. Kurama could fetch the food and she could do something beach-side.
She found Kurama hunched over the fire. What else he was doing she couldn't begin to guess, although it looked like nothing. She frowned.
"Didn't find anything?"

He didn't even look up, she thought, somewhat irritably. Only, then he did look, and stood accordingly to greet her and she couldn't feel bitter at him. She sighed heavily, glancing at Kurama only to tense as she noticed the intensity of his gaze.

"What?" She asked.
He stepped forward, plucking something from the folds of her hair and she stepped back slightly as though to separate herself from whatever he'd just taken from her.
"What is-"

She didn't have time to formulate a response before a small cloud of spore filled the air and the flower was pitched as quickly as possible into the fire.
"Eh?" She gaped.

He turned to her, eyes wide. "You didn't breathe that in, did you?"

"N-n-no." she stuttered, turning away slightly. It wasn't really a lie. She hadn't breathed in that particular cloud of spores.
"Are you sure?" Kurama repeated. Keiko was about to respond when she was cut off by him taking hold of her shoulders with his hands and urging her to turn back to him. A gasp escaped her lips as a sudden unexplainable heat erupted in the pit of her stomach as Kurama's warm hands made contact with the soft skin of her shoulders.
Kurama's eyes widened even more at the sound and he withdrew his hands from her quickly. "Keiko... Maybe you ought to... sit down for a few minutes or... How about a swim?" Kurama offered, by now realizing that Keiko had indeed inhaled the spores. He was startled when Keiko responded in a tone that vaguely resembled a low purr.
"A swim sounds wonderful, Kurama-kun....as long as you join me."
uramurama gulped. So it's starting already, he thought. Alright Kurama, get it together. You can deal with this. "Um...maybe that's not such a good idea." He replied, backing away from Keiko as she began to practically stalk him around the campfire.
He swallowed hard, trying to put together some type of plan of action. He was rudely cut short as the plant's spores seemed to take firm root in her bloodstream, infecting her completely. The poor girl, he thought, possessed and out of her mind. The 'poor girl' suddenly dove at him wildly, just barely avoiding clamping onto his legs and instead impacting the sand.
"Kuurrammmaaa!" She chirped. "Come on, let's get to know each other better. I'll be gentle on you little kitsune. Let's play."

Kurama scrambled backwards. The plant he'd seen in Keiko's hair was rare, amazingly rare. He was surprised it was found here, although it was probably a good thing. Such an island non-inhabited by humans, this was really the safest place for it to be if it had to exist at all.
He couldn't recall the name only that it was sought after extensively by human and demon alike. An aphrodesiac of legend, he could recall hearing the lude stories while sitting in many a tavern, he thought with an ill frown. He just barely dodged Keiko as she again attempted to embrace him and snuggle close.

"Keiko..." He started to speak only to find himself completely and utterly speechless.
From the tales he'd heard he couldn't talk her out of this, but the alternative wasn't particuarily appealing. If Yusuke found out -

He yelped as she caught him momentarily off guard, knocking him flat back onto the sand. She pulled herself over him, leaning down, hands on either side of his head.
"I've caught you..." she spoke in a sweet, sing-song voice. "What do I get for my reward?"
Kurama was at a loss for words. He had no response for her question and so Keiko took it upon herself decide for him. A little kiss would be reward enough. She leaned down quickly and, beginning at the corner of Kurama's mouth, began tracing the tip of her tongue along his full lips. Kurama groaned, bringing his hands up to grasp her arms firmly. He intended on hauling her away, but surprised himself when his arms involuntarily snuck around her waist, pulling her closer instead.

Oh no, he thought. I must not have avoided breathing in the spores as successfully as I'd thought. Okay, I can fight this, Kurama reasoned. I didn't get a large dose, so this shouldn't be too hard to overcome.
His fingers tightened around the cloth at her waist, pulling tight. Shouldn't be too hard... he thought, suddenly conjuring up a mental image of Hiei embroiled in laughter over his unfortunate situation. If 'unfortunate' should be the appropriate term. How many males would find being pressed down into the sand with a more than willing female wiggling her hips on his a bad thing? He groaned. Why did bad things happen to him?
Or... good things, depending on the point of view. His body certainly wasn't suffering because of it. At least... not yet. Keiko certainly wasn't in a teasing mood. He sat up, just barely able to stop her as her hands fisted in the material of her tank top, ready to yank it clear over her head.

"S-Stop!"
Keiko froze, the hem of her top barely snagged under the bottom curve of her breasts. Of course, with them positioned as they were, Kurama could clearly see how well.... developed... Keiko actually was. Those old school uniforms had sure been concealing, hadn't they?
"Kurama?"

Her speaking his name promted his eyes to travel up to her face, where he noticed her lips had taken on a small pout. The pout very quickly became a frown. "You're not trying to escape me, are you, Kurama?" She leaned down to press her lips against his briefly, sliding her mouth down his chin and following his neck to the clasp of his uniform.
Kurama's chest tightened as he fought the growing desire to assist her in removing both of their clothing. This simply wouldn't do. "Keiko... we really mustn't do this. What would Yusuke think?"
The question wrung a growl from Keiko. "To hell with Yusuke. He's not my boyfriend anymore, remember? Hell, he's not even here!" she then fell back into seduction mode, wrapping her arms around his neck. "But you're here, Kurama-kun. Just you and me," she leaned in, trailing kisses across his cheek to his ear. "all alone." she began to nibble on the lobe of his ear gently. "With no distractions." Pulling back, Keiko smirked as she watched Kurama struggle to stave off the glazed look threatening to overtake his features.
Kurama sat in the sand, stunned by the predicament he and Keiko now found themselves in. The primal urges that the spores were unleashing within him were growing stronger and he wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to hold her off.... if he would even WANT to hold her off. Shaking that thought away, Kurama trained his mind on coming up with any possible way to stall the effects of the spores for as long as possible. Once they got too unbearable, there would be nothing left for him to do but to succumb in order to save them both immense suffering.
You should just take her now, Shuichi, and save yourself trouble later, Youko said, his voice calm as the fox spirit within him seemed unaffected by the plant spores.
Not now, Youko! Kurama snapped as Keiko once again nuzzled his ear. This cannot happen. Do you know how many people this will effect if this is allowed to happen? Especially Keiko.
Well, you can willingly take her now, or wait until the spores take effect in you and take her while you are delusional, Youko chided.
But what about Yusuke, Kurama asked, not wanting to hurt or anger his friend.
Youko mentally scoffed. You heard her. He's not even her boyfriend. The fox spirit paused a second before continuing. If you're so hesitant Shuichi, you know I wouldn't mind taking over for-
Don't you dare, Youko!
In his distraction, Kurama had momentarily forgotten the heated state of his female companion. Her hips had stilled over his and the minor detail brought him back to glaring attention. He 'woke' just in time to find Keiko had already tugged away the blouse and was now working at pulling off a frilly white bra. He momentarily panicked.
"K-K-Keiko!"
He was caught off guard by his own startled gasp as his hands slid up her waist, helping her pull off the white scrap of cloth and toss it away.
Damn it, Youko! What the h
He leaned forward pressing his mouth against her chest, sliding his tongue down her skin, tasting salty droplets of ocean water. Keiko moaned deeply, arching against him.
Shut up and enjoy it. Youko snapped, his tongue making another talented sweep up her body.

Shuichi struggled. How the hell had Youko gotten control of him like this? Meanwhile, Keiko continued to make encouraging, throaty sounds of approval and Youko continued to encourage them both. He might've felt like an outsider except that his raging blood and body prevented such disconnected feelings.
Youko!
Keiko, in her heated flush, slid her hands into his hair and yanked. The spasm of pain that followed enabled him to wrest control back from Youko and Kurama pushed, once, hard. Startled, Keiko fell back into the sand, legs splayed, breasts heaving. Has Keiko always been so beautiful? he thought, before he pulled himself up, backing away.

"We need some air. Lots of air, or water. A swim - or better yet, cold water." He felt like an idiot and he wondered, briefly, if he looked like one.
Youko was only too quick to agree on that point, but Kurama ignored him. He continued to back away not pausing even when he felt the wetness at his ankles. So, he'd met the waterline...
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