Disclaimer: I do not own Yuyu Hakusho or any of its characters. All characters are trademarks of Shonen jump and the amazing mind of Yoshihiro Togashi.

Warnings throughout this story: Language, abuse, graphic m/m relations, death (not any YYH Characters), bondage, stuff

Yeah so…

Sexy Love

As of late, I've been experiencing really painful migraine headaches. Maybe it was due to the stress of High School exams, or maybe it was due to the fact that I haven't had enough fresh air. It could have been because of my mother, who was hassling me about my future college plans, which I didn't really need to be stressed about at all. It could have been from being Student Council President and President of the Physics department for two years in a row. Maybe it was because of all the training I did sometimes after school in order to keep his skills in top form or maybe it from a lack of sleep. Although those we all pretty good reasons to decipher the origin of my intense headaches, that wasn't it. It was actually much simpler than that.

The fact of the matter is that I miss my lover. He's been gone for almost a month and I haven't been fucked ever since he'd left for demon world. I thought he'd be gone for possibly a week, maybe two, but a whole month! What the hell could those monks teach him that had to last a whole month? He's already one of the strongest fighters in both the worlds, what possibly could you teach him? Okay, I'm overreacting. You can always learn more and you can always learn ways to better yourself, but still, couldn't he just learn what he had to in less than a month? I really needed him. I'm not usually the clingy type, but I really missed him, and every time I thought about him not being here it gave me a headache.

Today, I had to stay after school to finish up on some homework. I usually don't like doing homework at home because I have more important things to do than study, like ogle Yusuke and admire his beautifully tanned and muscular body. But as fate would have it, I haven't done that in a month and it's been taking its toll on me. I've been really tense and antsy, and I've snapped at one or two of my classmates for silly things. I've even been swearing a lot more, outside of the bedroom that is, which is the only time I really use such language.

I tapped my pencil and groaned in frustration. It wasn't because the work was too hard, although it was calculus AB, but I was really distracted and I didn't like. I wanted to get this done and go home. Maybe Hiei would be there, he sometimes was. He would be waiting for me in the large oak tree by my window. He usually came for food; he wasn't really big on conversation, though he did talk to me a lot more when I was alone. He was a very private person.

After a half hour of painstakingly annoying math problems, I gave up and decided to finish it later. It was the weekend and I'd have all of Sunday to finish the last few problems I had. As I was putting my things away, I heard footsteps down the hall approaching. Normally that wouldn't concern me, but it was Saturday afternoon. There were no clubs operating on Saturday, so that meant it had to be a teacher. And unfortunately I knew exactly what teacher it was.

The door opened and a slim, pristine figure stepped in. He was incredibly handsome, with shoulder length black hair and pale blue eyes. He was nearly six foot tall and very pale. His white shirt was neatly tucked into his black slacks; shoes polished to a black, glossy sheen. He smiled cordially at me and closed the door behind him. I kept my eyes on him as I continued to pack up. Although Mr. Fuyuko was my physics teacher and the sponsor of the physics club, he was also incredibly perverted, and on top of that, he was a half demon.

I had sensed his presence when I first started to attend Toryu Private Academy. He taught all Honors physics and I had had him for about two years now. He was relatively strong, but not nearly as strong as me. That didn't stop him from flirting with me. I eyed him with distaste and quickly rose to leave. He was leaning against the door, blocking my way out. I intensified my glare and his smile widened.

"Move." I said in my most serious and imposing voice. I was really pissed off and my headache was coming back full force.

"Is that anyway to speak to your teacher?" he said in his smooth, silky voice.

I rolled my eyes and tapped my foot. "Move, please." I said in annoyance.

"Ask me nicely, and I might." The tone in his voice was teasingly.

"I don't have time for this, Mr. Fuyuko." Anger rising in my voice. I usually could have just ignored his banter, but I upset and my head was throbbing.

"But it's the weekend, you'll have plenty of time." His hand reached behind him and I heard him lock the door.

Not this again, I thought. He had tried this a few times before and all of them ended in failure. But he was determined, and he slowly started to approach me, loosening his tie as he did. I didn't move, and crossed my arms, standing firm. Mr. Fuyuko had taken off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt by the time he got to me, which wasn't a very great distance. He smirked and looked down at me, but he didn't touch me. We both knew I had the upper hand here, and he knew that if he wanted to touch me it would have to be with my permission, which he wasn't getting.

He leaned down and lingered close to my ear, his warm breath beating down on me. He was incredibly aroused, I could sense it, and smell it. I kept my body still and my facial expression harsh, but I have to admit, it was a lot harder than it usually was to resist him. Normally it was a no-brainer, but I haven't had sex in about a month and his warm breath on my skin was causing me to stir in places that should not have.

But I was a master at hiding my emotions and he couldn't see how I was faltering. His lips drew closer to the outer shell of my ear but they didn't touch. He breathed deeply and I felt myself rouse to him.

"Please, "he pleaded in a deep, smooth voice. "Let me fuck you. Just once."

I closed my eyes and for a brief moment I actually considered letting him do it, but I couldn't. Yusuke meant too much to me. I could never cheat on him. I sighed deeply and tried to clear my mind. I pushed him away from me and walked around him toward the door. I didn't look back as I left the room and I was relieved to be out of there. The halls were deserted and it was deathly quiet. I needed to get home and sleep. My headache was intensifying and I pressed two fingers against my temple in an attempt to lessen the tension.

I left the school and headed home. My mom had convinced my stepfather to move somewhere that was closer to her job and my school and since my mom worked two blocks away, I thought I'd go visit her. But my head was throbbing and I decided it was best for me to go home.

The walk was short, only three blocks away, which was convenient for lunch time when I wanted to eat at home. This house was bigger than the last one and in a much nicer neighborhood, although the neighbors were a little nosier. I took out my key and entered the house. It was neat and tidy, but a little cold. I saw my step-brother's bag thrown carelessly on the floor and I picked it up. I went up stairs and knocked on his door. Music was blasting from within and I doubted he could hear me, so I tossed his bag at the door at went to my room.

My bedroom was neat and clean, with only a few books out of place. My mother had recently purchased me a new queen sized bed, and it was absolutely comfortable. The bed sheets were a soft green, and the comforter was white. I didn't have much in the room; a bookcase, a desk with a computer, and a TV. I placed my bag on the floor near the desk and headed for my private bathroom. It was also clean and smelled sweetly of roses. I opened the medicine cabinet to see if I had any aspirin. Only two pills left. I wolfed them down dry and closed the cabinet.

After I took the medicine, I plopped down on my bed and wrapped my arms around my pillow, wishing it was Yusuke I had in my arms. I closed my eyes and pretended that he was here with me; his strong arms holding me and my head resting on his toned chest. What I really missed was his scent. Usually my room held a hint of Yusuke's scent mingled with mine and other various incense of flowers, but the aroma had faded and now I could only smell the roses.

It was abnormally cold in my room and it was making me uncomfortable, but I was too tired to go adjust the air conditioner. I pulled the covers over me in an attempt to get warm. I pressed my nose against the sheets and sighed disappointedly because like the room, they no longer held his scent. I groaned aloud in irritation at his absence and put the pillow over my head, kicking my legs up and down hard on the bed. I pounded the bed with my fist and growled a little louder, slamming my feet harder into the bed. Frustrated, I screamed into my pillow and pounded the bed harder.

"Damn it Yusuke!" I yelled into my pillow. I never realized until now how dependent I was on him. We had started dating about a year and a half ago, after we defeated Sensui. While he was fighting Sensui in demon world, we discovered he had demon powers and was thus, actually and half demon, having a demon ancestor. He stayed in demon world in order to train with the monks and his ancestor, Raizen. When he had returned, he said that he still hadn't mastered the Mazoku form, but he could somewhat control it better, somewhat. He was still; however, behind on his studies and had to repeat the 9th grade again. He had asked me for help in his school work, but when he did come over for "studying", all we did was watch TV and talk. We spent a lot of time together and I enjoyed his company. I would always look forward to having Yusuke over.

One night, we were watching a late movie and I was nestled close to him. I still remember it like it was yesterday, he pulled me closer to him and I willingly snuggled into his warm arms. We had sat like that for awhile until I felt him rest his fingers on my chin and tilt my head up. We stared into each other's eyes, unsure of ourselves until our lips connected. Then there was no doubt, whatsoever. Of course he was still dating Keiko at the time and he had a doosey of a time trying to break up with her, but he eventually did. No one, besides Hiei, knows about our relationship as lovers.

I pressed my head deeper into my pillow and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. I didn't cry though. I closed my eyes and sealed them shut. Visions of Yusuke pouring out before my eyes; his full tender lips, his dark brown eyes hazed over with lust, his beautifully tanned skin against mine. I dosed off with visions of him fading from daydreams to dreams as I fell asleep thinking of him.

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I awoke to the smell of cooked eel. I shifted under my covers and opened one sleepy green eye. Knowing I would have to get up sooner or later, I sat up and yawned. I glanced at the time on the alarm clock, 6:49. I grunted as I left the warm comfort of my bed and went into the bathroom to wash away the effects of sleep. Once my face was washed and deep cleansed, I stared at my reflection. My bright red hair was a little unorthodox from sleep, but that was alright. My emerald green eyes were bright and my skin was clear and glowing. Deeming myself ready, I went down stairs for supper.

I saw my mother in the dining room setting up the table. My step-brother and father were watching television. I was slightly annoyed by this, my mother doing all the work and my step-relatives not offering a helping hand. She was done setting the table and was heading into the kitchen. I followed behind her. She was trying to lift a heavy bowl of hot, white rice.

"Let me get that for you, mother." I said taking the bowl away from her.

"Oh, Shuichi!"She exclaimed. "I thought you were sleeping, dear."

I smiled at her and took the bowl into the dining room. My step-relatives were at the table now, waiting to be fed. My kid brother was swinging his feet and it was shaking the table. I shot him an annoyed look and he stuck his tongue out at me. Within a matter of minutes, my mother and I had the food on the table and the drinks poured and served. The eel was tender and well cooked.

"This is very good mother." I said to her.

She smiled at me in acknowledgment and continued her meal. My brother was eating like a pig and wolfed down his food like a vacuum. I frowned at him and kept on eating. Yusuke also had a habit of wolfing down his food down too, and the action reminded me of him again. I stopped eating and placed my chopsticks down. My stepfather noticed this.

"What's wrong kid?" he said politely.

"Nothing." I said trying to dismiss the topic, but it just started an even worse one.

"Hey Shuichi, whatever happened to Yusuke?" My mom questioned. "I haven't seen him over here in awhile."

"He's on a trip of some sort." I said evenly.

"Oh, what kind of trip?" She asked.

"I don't know."

"Do you call him to see how he's doing?" she asked concerned.

"Sure." I really wish she would just let it go.

"Is he alright?"

"Yes, mother. Can we talk about something else maybe?" I said with a hint of agitation in my tone.

Supper went by smoothly after that and I washed the dishes after it was over. Returning to my room, I turned on the TV, and plopped down on my bed. I aimlessly flipped through channels and became bored with it. I turned off the TV, and tossed the remote on the ground. I sighed and sat up on the bed. It was about 7:30, so I decided to take a bath. I grabbed some pajama bottoms out the closet and locked my bedroom door. No point in having to shut the bathroom door, it was my room.

I ran the bath water, adjusting the temperature to hot and pouring lavender scented bubbles into the running water. The bubbles foamed up nicely and I grabbed a basket full of rose petals I kept in the bathroom and scattered a few over the tub. Once the water was high enough, I turned it off and started to undress. I took off my school uniform, which I actually liked a lot better than the flashy pink one I had to wear in Jr. High. It consisted of a white collared shirt , a dark blue sweater vest with the school logo on the right side, and blue and white plaid pants; the tie was optional, which I always choose not to wear.

I stepped into the hot water and flinched. It was a little too hot, but I could deal. I tried it again with better luck this time and I gently eased myself into the steamy hot water. The aroma of lavender and rose petals was soothing and relaxing. I adjusted myself so that I was comfortably stretched out, with my head resting at the end of the tub. I ran my warm fingers through my damp red hair and let out a sigh of relief. I was so relaxed and calm that I started to drift off and I fought to keep my eyes open. But in the end I fell asleep again with the smell of sweet nothings around me.

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