This fic is a Kurama/Yusuke, M/M, D/s, and Angst sort of. It is rated M. I hope you enjoy it. Sorry it is so short, but that is what my muse left me.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the YuYu Hakusho characters. Only the stories are mine.
The room was full of grunting and groaning. Sweaty glistening bodies moved in concert. In the mirror, his green eyes surveyed his body perched over his companion. His own red hair was plastered to his forehead and hung in a tangled mass down his back from the day's escapades. He smiled at his reflection.
"Kurama, please…" begged the well-defined brunette, who was on his back looking up at his partner.
Brought out of his revelry, he gazed upon the taut muscles displayed so handsomely before him. "I want one more, Yusuke." The lanky kitsune replied with a devilish glint in his eyes as he gazed down upon his partner.
"I-I c-cant…" his sentence ending in a flustered moan. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to focus. It was clear to him when he opened his eyes again that Kurama refused to give up. Panting, he tried again. "I have nothing left to give," he groaned with sweat dripping from his brunette locks.
The sultry male on top pouted slightly, "I don't believe you." Licking his pouty lips, he continued, "If you don't, I'll have to punish you."
There was movement above the brunette as a long vine trailed down Yusuke's body. The boy immediately identified said vine as Kurama's notorious Rose Whip. His breath hitched slightly. "Please no," he whined pathetically.
"What are you going to do then?" Came the teasing response. Kurama was secretly enjoying this as much as he anticipated Yusuke doing his bidding.
"I will…I'll do one more. Please, don't use that on me," was the prostrated teen's breathless answer.
From above, the tousled redhead acknowledged "That's a good boy." Covertly the red-haired man murmured, "Oh Yusuke, I love to hear you beg." He looked down where his partner lay waiting and exhaled. "You have to get it up," he coached the exhausted teen with his usual detachment.
Yusuke clenched his teeth in concentration. "Don't forget to breathe," Kurama chided playfully. Yusuke rolled his eyes, and inhaled deeply. On a slow exhale, he sluggishly raised his reluctant arms up to the chest of the half-demon above him.
Kurama grabbed the bar suspended in the spirit detective's hands and placed it gently in the cradle in front of him. He smiled down at his companion as he gave the teen a hand up. "See that wasn't so bad."
Arms like rubber, Yusuke whined at the older teen, "I don't think I can handle working out with you Kurama." He rubbed his sore muscles bitterly. "Are you trying to kill me or something?" He complained.
Kurama had one of those small smiles he always wore when he thought of something unpleasant, but was trying to hide it. "Quite the opposite, Yusuke. Quite the opposite." And with that cryptic statement, the kitsune walked to the locker room leaving a bewildered brunette in his wake.
"Damn it! I don't think I will ever understand that guy," Yusuke spouted to the four walls before heading off to the showers.
Fin
A/N: Please review. I live for them; really I do.