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A Dirty Kind of Clean	By : acsoundwave Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Het - Male/Female Views: 3124 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A Dirty Kind of Clean
- 1
Okay...time
for me to attempt to make tart lemon-ade.... Give me a moment....

I think I know how I want this...obvious one-shot,
separate from MD.... Here goes nothing!

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A
Dirty Kind of Clean....

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a sad excuse for a lemon authored by Anubis Soundwave. please
be gentle when flaming. -

** I do not own Kuwabara, Hiei, Shizuru, Yukina, or the hentai mocked in this story; and I'm not making any profit of any kind. The rights to the characters are reserved by Yoshihiro TOGASHI, Studio Pierrot, and whoever owns the sad hentai I referenced. Thank you for your support. **

Yukina
holds him close. I wonder...does she will to make this choice?

Kuwabara
kisses her, somewhat timidly. She looks at him; not quite angry with
him, but not pleased. I understand. Kuwabara professed this love of
his, and now she wants to partake of his sweetness. He’d best
lay aside his inhibitions--that is, if he wants her to be his.

Wait.
Kuwabara’s expression changes, his gaze hardening. That’s
better. Yukina can handle his passion.

Now
that’s a kiss fit for a youkai. Kuwabara’s
actually quite eager now....

In
moments, he and Yukina are naked. He takes her.

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I
applaud as the illusion fades, hearing Kuwabara climax into an empty
bed. “...again?” he groans. “What the fuck is your
game?”

Perhaps
I should start from the beginning....

I
am Yukina’s brother. I kidnapped Kuwabara and brought him to
Makai with my superior’s permission, that I could place him in
a bit of sexual purgatory.

My
intentions, despite Kuwabara’s curses to the contrary, are
somewhat benevolent. Granted, it’s gratifying to taunt
Kuwabara--especially this way. I didn’t expect him to look this
delicious.

Nonetheless,
this strange torment I’m putting Kuwabara through is the ritual
purification for cross-mating; usually between humans and youkai,
or between youkai and gods.

(Gods
have mated with humans so often that the purification rituals between
them are long forgotten--as if they had ever followed their own
dictates. Kuwabara himself is a distant descendant of a heroic
bloodline.)

It’s
almost comical. Kuwabara has no idea that he knows me at all. He only
knows that Yukina’s brother has decided to drag him to Makai
and trick him into masturbating. That’s probably a good
thing--his not realizing who I am. The cognitive dissonance would
kill him in his present state of distress.

Not
to worry. Once I’m through grooming him, he’ll be a
worthy mate for Yukina.

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“...mm...you
taste as delicious as you look, Kuwabara,” I smile after
tasting his spilled seed.

Kuwabara
stares at me--or rather, at the dark: his lithe, athletic body on his
bed the only part of this chamber bathed in light--as though I’m
mad. “...do you realize...what you just put in your mouth...?”

He
has an odd look on his face, blending disgust with maiden-like
embarrassment. I sigh: he’s a virgin, after all. I’m
almost tempted to take the idiot myself; however, he’d never
allow it. Human culture discourages homosexuality.

Which
is why Kuwabara can’t afford to be gentle with his desires.
Koorime culture encourages homosexuality, and considers the human
manner of sex an abomination: in other words, a reverse of the
prevailing attitude in Ningenkai. Kuwabara has to convince Yukina
that he wants her--and that she wants him.

It’s
been three weeks since I placed Kuwabara under my “tutelage”.
And from what I can tell, he’s held back. Part of it is his
culture: that he has to preserve himself until marriage.

(This
is despite the fact that most human men ignore this rule outright,
yet expect the women to adhere to it. But this makes Kuwabara both
appealing and amusing. He’s quite innocent.)

Part
of it is jealousy. (I never said he was a saint.) He fears that once
Yukina experiences him, she’ll lose interest. Kuwabara would
face this problem with any woman, however. He must let this go.

Another
ridiculous issue, which I’ve actually heard from Kuwabara
before, is his fear of “tainting” her. At the time, he
was with his gang; one of whom had a girlfriend that tried to
initiate sex.

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“...so...did
you...?” Komada grinned, nudging Kirishima.

Kirishima
winced bashfully. “I...fingered her. I don’t
know--Yumiko’s just so sweet, and kind. I...I don’t want
to...ruin her....”

Kuwabara
nodded. “I know how you feel.”

I
decided to add my opinion. “You’re both idiots. You,”
I continued, berating Kirishima. “Before you met this woman,
you wanted to fuck her. Now, when she gives you your chance, you’re
afraid to even touch her.”

“Bakayarou!”
hissed Kuwabara. “You don’t know what you’re
talking about.”

Okubo tried to explain. “It’s
like this, Hiei: if Yumiko gives it up so easily to him, then the
thought is that she’ll give it up just as easily to somebody
else.” I glared at him, along with Shizuru. Women aren’t
nearly that stupid.

“Look,
I know it’s stupid and unfair for guys to think that way,”
continued Okubo. “Unfortunately, that’s the way society
perceives women.”

Shizuru
sipped her tea without comment.

I
smiled at Okubo and Kirishima. “What if she was truly in love
with Kirishima, and yet at that moment, she just wanted some carnal
contact? If Kirishima just petted her gently like a child, she may
begin to doubt his passion for her--and ‘whore’ herself
to another anyway. Don’t you think?”

“That’s
true,” noted Komada. “That happened with my mom. I’m
with Hiei, guys.”

Kuwabara
shook his head. “Look: I’m not stupid enough to see the
woman I love differently because of sex. There are other factors to
consider, like...babies.”

“If
that happens to any of you,” chuckled Shizuru, “I’d
hope you’d be men enough to step up to the plate.”

“But
what if the baby isn’t...you know...mine, for example?”
Okubo asked.

“You
pretend that ‘Okubo Junior’ looks just like you, and move
on. A man won’t concern himself with such trivialities.”
Shizuru took a drag from her cigarette, then continued to sip her
tea..

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Foolish.
Yet my Yukina will never have to worry about this nonsense from
Kuwabara. Not only because of his word to honor her, but also because
his passion for her will no longer be clouded by these idiotic
“concerns”.

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“Taste
it yourself,” I smile.

“You
want me,” says Kuwabara slowly, “to eat my own
ejaculate...?”

We’re
making progress. He actually said it. “Yes. You can’t, in
all fairness, expect her to drink you unless you’ve done it
yourself.

“Besides
which,” I continue, “it came from you.”

Kuwabara
blushes at this. All...over. He’s almost...pretty. “...are
you trying to get me to do something that you can blackmail me for
later...?”

“No.
I won’t let you attempt to seduce my sister until you’ve
met my standards.” I snicker, and Kuwabara seethes.

“Let
me put this another way: if you don’t eat your seed, Kuwabara;
you’ll never get to feel my sister’s warm, wet mouth over
you.” I touch Kuwabara’s stiffening shaft, said penis
acting as though it had its own will. “You must admit, you want
her to taste you in her mouth.”

“The
thought occurred to me,” Kuwabara scowls, wincing with
restrained lust.

“Perhaps
you want it fresh.” I continue to arouse Kuwabara’s
member until he again spills his seed, into my hand. After I taste
more of his sweetness, I make Kuwabara taste himself.

Scenting
his own musk, Kuwabara shudders, a carnal smile on his face as he
tries to control his desire. “Why is it any of your business?”
he asks.

“Yukina’s
my sister. I want her happy.”

“I
have a sister, too.”

“I
know.” Her name is Kuwabara Shizuru; she knows what I am to
Yukina, and she insisted that I do this. “I know all about you,
Kuwabara Kazuma.”

Kuwabara
gives me a short laugh. “I don’t kidnap any of my
sister’s prospective lovers and put them through shitty tests.
Instead, I figure that my sister can take care of herself.”

I
laugh right back at him. “This isn’t for her. It’s
for you. My sister doesn’t need you, not even to breed.”
She doesn’t even need to have sex with her own kind to bear a
child.

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I
watch my candidate sleep, for once without...incident. I don’t
want him to become desensitized to the training.

My
next stage involves letting Kuwabara watch some TV. Kurama used this
technique on an American human. She was engaged to a relative of
Yomi’s who had moved to North America four hundred years ago.
(the girl still thinks her fiancé is Tsalagi/Hawaiian.)

One
last connection...and now Kuwabara can be entertained.

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Kuwabara
wakes, noting the remote. “Television? Are you sure I can watch
TV now?” he asks.

I
smile, unseen by my charge. After glancing furtively around for a
moment, Kuwabara turns on the TV.

He
spends a few minutes watching. “Anou...a bit bland,”
he muses. “That girl in the glasses has large breasts,
though....”

Kuwabara
continues watching for several minutes, licking his lips whenever the
“busty girl” or her less-endowed classmate graces the
screen.

Both
girls are inside a subway car, surrounded by several men. The men
begin to fondle the women, stripping off their clothes.

“Tch...hentai.
I should’ve guessed. Not interested in child molestation
fantasies,” says Kuwabara, rolling his eyes as he changes the
channel.

Only
the new channel shows another naked schoolgirl, surrounded by naked
male classmates. Each youth had his member happily engaged with some
part of the girl’s body. “Oi! Not this one again!
Urameshi made me watch this before I started college.” Kuwabara
again changes the channel.

(Interesting
to note that he actually has exposed himself to some hentai. I
would hope so--it’s his world’s product.)

“Wonder
if they have Devil Hunter Yohko. That or Shin
Cutey Honey. No; impossible--those aren’t hentai.
Wait...this one’s called Shin Angel....”
Kuwabara’s words trail off as he watches a muscled man and his
blue-haired lover make love.

A few scenes
later, Kuwabara changes the channel. “I’d think you’d
be offended by tentacle porn. Yukina-san found it distasteful.”

“And
what do you think of it?” I ask.

“Me?
I think it’s stupid. The standards people didn’t want
real penises, so the animators made obscenely long ones. Way to go.”

Kuwabara’s
eyes widen at the next lurid scene, another schoolgirl one. “That
yaro...he’s an obnoxious ass! Thinking he can cram his
mutant cock inside that girl. If I caught someone trying that in real
life, I’d kick his ass!”

“Maybe.
But this is fantasy.”

“Not
my fantasy. I don’t get off on rape.” Kuwabara again
changes the channel, only to see a grown man forcing himself on a
schoolgirl in her bed. Kuwabara changes again, slowly realizing that
he’s watching a TV that only broadcasts hentai.

All
courtesy of a bit of audio-visual work from myself. Kuwabara,
however, doesn’t seem to appreciate my efforts.

“OK...this
one seems sane. Kinky, but sane....” My charge clutches a
pillow as he watches a short-haired blonde take on multiple partners,
his cheeks taking on a deep crimson taint.

“Not
that I want to share Yukina-san with anyone...” Kuwabara
continues softly. After the scene ends, Kuwabara changes the channel
once more; placing his pillow underneath him. He next enjoys a funny
hentai involving a “lucky yaro wearing
sunglasses”.

When
that ends, another hentai plays. “What the fuck!? Not
this talking happy penis crap! Too strange.” Kuwabara quickly
changes.

Then
one involving a perverse school principal and schoolgirls rears its
unwelcome head. Kuwabara somberly changes the channel.

What
finally causes Kuwabara to destroy his only source of amusement:
every channel airing nothing but the Bible Black
series--which I liked. “Damn, if I hear ‘Minase...Minase....!’
one more fucking time.... Hiei’s the one who’s into that
occult crap. He must be in on this....”

Kuwabara
has no idea.

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AN:
I have actually seen these clips in question. All I did was type
“free hentai” on the Yahoo! home page
search bar...and I entered a world where Japanese HS students only
have sex, where subway commuters...I’m scarred for life. And
I’ll never forget the names “Minase” or Bible
Black ever again.

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Lo
Zheng Mei, a Chinese water youkai, has Kuwabara in an altered
school uniform. The jacket is open, and the pants are cut like
Western cowboy chaps, revealing a navy Speedo Zheng forced Kuwabara
to wear. The Speedo was her idea.

“Think
of me...as your muse, Kazuma-kun,” she smiles. Kuwabara
glares at her a moment before returning to his typing.

“Remember,
you’ll be graded on this,” Zheng continues, dressed as a
student from Bible Black. “The headmaster will
count your fan fiction towards your final score, which will determine
if he allows you to mate with his sister.”

“I
still don’t see where it’s any of his damned business,”
Kuwabara mutters. I actually want to see if he thinks he can write
smut any better than the writers of the hentai he mocked. Or
if he can even write down lustful thoughts. Have I tainted him
properly?

Kuwabara
finishes his typing, and prints his missive.

Zheng
skims the twenty-page piece. “Hmm...I like it, anyway. I want
you to read it aloud.”

“But
sensei,” says Kuwabara mockingly, “that’s
not in the lesson plan. The headmaster should read it.”

Hn. At only twenty
pages, I doubt it’s any good. Zheng hands me Kuwabara’s
fan fiction.

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...I
stand corrected. Anyone that could write a crossover orgy between
Golion, Dairugger EX, Seijushi
Bismarck, Uchuu Senkan Yamato, the Getta
Robo series, and Kikaider: he is either a great
hidden talent or someone with a very perverse mind.

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AN:
Voltron-Lion, Voltron-Vehicle, Saber Rider & the
Star Sheriffs, Star Blazers, Starvengers (which I
never saw; my exposure to the Getta Goodness was Getter Robo:
Armageddon/the Shin Getta Robo OVA), and, well...the
Kikaider series. Dubs have come a long way from Voltron:
DotU, baby.

I
leave it to you to determine what Kuwabara wrote. My main problem was
getting him to write about shows he would have actually seen before
the year 1996. (when this story takes place.)

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I
bring in a new TV, a big-screen, rear-projection one. “Don’t
dare to destroy this one in a fit of rage,” I warn him.

“This
had better not be terebi-hentai again, else I’ll be in a
killing mood,” counters Kuwabara.

Oh,
I think he’ll like these offerings.... “It’s not a
staggered video feed of Bible Black, I assure you,”
I smile. “In fact, the footage you’ll see is live.”

Kuwabara
sighs. “I hope I haven’t missed classes. I’d like
to graduate college.”

“Come
now, you still have a month of summer vacation left. And the sooner
you prove your worth to me, the sooner I’ll let you go.”

“Wouldn’t
it make sense to grant me the benefit of the doubt?” Kuwabara
balks.

I
ponder this. “No.”

Kuwabara
rolls his eyes. “Can’t be worse than Bible Black.”
He turns on the TV.

Noting
a surprise star. “Y--Yukina-san!?” His eyes widen in
astonishment.

My sister, unaware
of the camera--and the human--following her every move, takes off her
clothes. She removes the red bow from her hair, letting the sea-green
silk cascade over her shoulders; she then wraps her hair in a turban
to prepare for her bath.

Kuwabara
stretches his hand towards the screen, tracing the outline of
Yukina’s body.

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“You
brought it, Shizuru-san?” asks Yukina, blushing. Shizuru nods,
amused. Kuwabara mutters something.

“No
need to be embarrassed, Yukina-kun,” continues Shizuru.

“It’s
just that...my sisters consider this to be childish when partners are
available on the island,” says Yukina.

“Are
you into women like most of the islanders?” Kuwabara seems
quite interested in Yukina’s answer to his sister’s
question.

“The
few I’ve found attractive back home were always boyish, like
your friend Haruka. And I’ve always thought that penises look
beautiful. Your brother’s, in particular....” Yukina
giggles.

Kuwabara
glances between the screen and his covered loins. “What’s
so funny?” he asks balefully.

“I...don’t
mean to laugh. Kazuma-san’s penis looks so excited. It quivers,
like a happy kitten.”

Shizuru
laughs at Yukina’s answer. “...this ought to keep you
relaxed.” She puts down a black case and an old baseball jersey
next to a folded white bath towel. “I’ll leave you two
alone,” continues Shizuru with a smirk; leaving Yukina alone in
the bathroom.

Yukina
emerges from the tub; after she drains the basin out, she slowly
towels herself dry.

Kuwabara
licks his lips, his eyes burning with lust as he drinks in every bit
of my sister’s skin.

Yukina
frees her hair from its towel turban, the unbound green hair
cascading down her shoulders. The hair stops just below her shoulder
blades.

She
studies herself in a mirror. “I wonder if Kazuma-san would like
me this way. With my hair unbound like this.”

Kuwabara
trembles. “What’s the matter, Kuwabara?” I smile.
“Is she too much for you?”

My
pupil starts to answer, but it comes out as a strangled gasp. He
watches as Yukina, dressed in the unbuttoned baseball shirt, begins
to pleasure herself. Quickly aroused, she lies on the bathroom
floor, continuing to finger her vagina; Yukina’s skin blossoms
to a pale rose, her cheeks a light red, as her desire increases.

As
this unfolds, Kuwabara parts his legs wide, as one of his hands
vanishes beneath his covers. Breathing already ragged, Kuwabara can
only join in the bliss; he’s unable to experience her
firsthand.

Yet.

Yukina
tires of toying with herself. “I remember Kazuma-san’s
fingers were more suited to the purpose...back then,” she
muses, rubbing her thighs absently.

When
did this happen? I intend to find out. “I didn’t think
she remembered that,” Kuwabara breathes, still groping
himself. “I just wanted to make her feel as lovely as she is.”

He
flexes his tall frame backward on the bed. “Don’t bother
asking,” he sighed aloud, guessing my thoughts. “What
happened between us was between us. I don’t intend to tell you
or anyone.”

“I
have the power to read your mind, Kazuma.”

“I know--you
have Hiei as your damned cohort.” I’m beginning to wonder
if he realizes who I am, and is merely baiting me. (Kuwabara isn’t
the strongest fighter, or the most skilled; yet he does possess an
innate ability to taunt and tease his opponents.)

Hn.
He may well be a worthy mate for my sister after all.

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“More,
more,” Yukina moans, continuing to thrust the fake penis inside
her. She seems less in control now, her hips controlling the pace of
her thrusts.

Still,
her cries are more coherent, at least, than Kuwabara’s. I think
I’ve begun to strip him.

And
yet, for all that I’ve managed to do, I yet see so little.
Kuwabara’s naked body thrusts in perfect tandem with Yukina and
her...dildo. They have obviously shared this tandem
self-pleasure before. But when? Where?

My
thoughts fade as I hear them release as one. Complete. Yukina is
dazedly happy.

With
a similar, drugged look on his face, Kuwabara walks to the TV screen,
kisses Yukina’s image (although it looks more as though he’s
trying to slobber the screen like a toddler with an ice cream cone),
then returns to his bed and collapses.

“Hey,”
he moans to me a moment later, smirking tiredly. “You done with
me yet?”

While
a part of me wishes to say no--that I could keep him here to amuse
me, I know that I must let him try. He seems more eager than I’d
thought.

What
can I say--my sister could do worse.

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Completed
30 January 2005.

Anubis C. Soundwave

Flame
at will. (be gentle.)

::
- My commentary for the story, including a false start. - ::

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A
Dirty Kind of Clean....

- a sad excuse for a lemon authored by
Anubis Soundwave. please be gentle when flaming. -

Yukina-san
looks around. She’s graced my house before, but she’s
never been in my room. With me. Alone....

“What
is Oingo Boingo, Kazuma-san?” she asks, noticing
one of my rock posters. I’ve had that one since I was eleven.

“A
musical group.” Of course, heavy metal will continue to be my
favorite type, but the Mystic Knights still hold a
place in my heart.

Yukina-san picks
up a controller, to one of my video games. “Did you want to
play?” I ask.

The
lovely koorime shakes her head. “Just looking.”

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halt.
this isn’t working. once again, too slow on pacing.

Take two!

My
first draft, when I had attempted to start the piece. This was
supposed to be a “quickie”, so to speak; I didn’t
want to waste a lot of time on setup.

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going off on another tangent; though I
like where this leads.

Right
after I reveal what’s really happening with the narrator and
Kuwabara. “Yukina’s brother....”

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I’ll have to do...some slightly
kinkier things with Kuwa to qualify for NC-17 status.

True,
compared to other PWPs, my writing is rather tame. Still, I did make
Kuwabara watch a crap load of hentai, including Bible
Black.

This
was when Yukina disrobed for her bath. I hope what happened after
that part was sufficient.

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If
I get enough reviews, as most authors would say, I may consider a
sequel. (also known as “please, PLEASE review....”)

Thank
you, and good night. 有難う,
それで
お休みなさい.
(which I hope came out as: “Arigatou, sorede oyasuminasai.”)
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A Dirty Kind of Clean

Anubis C. Soundwave

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