DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho , oh but

Touya dragged himself into the old apartment building that he had lived in for years. He walked into the living room. Risho could tell he was out training once again. Without sitting up he scoffed, "Let Jin beat you in a fight again Touya"? He inquired from his position on the couch. He was lying down on his back, hands crossed under his head as he watched, TV enjoying his day off from the vigorous work team Masho did. All that Touya did in response was let a tired groan escape his lips.

He walked up to Risho and looked at him coldly, "move" he spoke. Risho sat up and scooted over to the left cushion of the love seat without a word. Touya sat down gratefully Sighing deeply, not noticing that Risho was gazing at him.
"So what are we watching?" He said in a groggy tone as he closed his eyes, not really interested in the TV.
"Some strange show called Jersey Shore" Touya raised an eyebrow at a girl cursing out a cab driver.
"Strange indeed". Risho raised the remote and clicked through the channels until a scary movie came on. They began to watch the movie and half way through it Risho had fallen asleep. Touya sighed wondering how it was that he himself was still awake. This TV that Yusuke had given them was a piece of crap. Nothing that happened in the movie compared to what they had been through in team Masho. He slid love down on the couch trying to get comfortable. He sighed as sleep almost took over him, when he felt a sudden weight on his stomach. He jerked his head up in surprise. Risho lay there sleeping atop of his teammate. Touya, squirming under him he tried desperately to shove him off, but all in vain. Risho didn't budge. He was about to mutter something when he felt something and froze all over. Risho's wrist had grazed over a very sensitive area, in return giving Touya an unnecessary bulge. Oh but it didn't stop, Risho was now rubbing his hand against him as if he were searching for something. The Green-et tried not to wince.
"Ri…Risho" His breathing was a bit rough and uneven because of the soft movements given by Risho. He didn't seem to hear him, for his strokes became faster and a bit rougher. Touya couldn't help but let a soft shutter go down his back, as the sensation continued. He tried once more to shove Risho aside, but he still refused to move aside.
"Risho stop fucking around", Touya tried sitting up. Move. Anything to get him to stop. He flailed his arms and tried to push him off, accidentally rubbing on his crotch. Risho's rubbing ceased as a soft moan came from his lips.