"Thanks Kurama," Yusuke panted, rolling over off his partner.
"Yeah," replied Kurama as he went to the bathroom to fetch a warm washcloth for his partner to wash off with. He refused to meet Yusuke's eyes. In fact, he had been evasive all evening; except in the throes of passion when Yusuke was fucking him as only Yusuke could. He hadn't responded to foreplay and wasn't even kissing.
"Something wrong, Kurama?" Yusuke asked, peering at his midnight lover.
"Yusuke, what exactly are we doing?"
"Well, we are…satisfying each other. We are both attracted to each other and are mature adults so we are free to…"
"That's all?"
"Kurama, I told you before I am not ready for a relationship. I had a pretty bad breakup with Keiko and don't want to go through that again. You understand, don't you?"
"Of course."
"Any more questions?"
"No, I think you've cleared up everything for me. Good night, Yusuke."
Yusuke leaned in for a peck on the cheek but Kurama stiffened.
"Good night Kurama. See you at the briefing tomorrow?"
"Sure. Let yourself out, ok?"
Kurama stepped into the shower. He let the steaming water run all over his taunt, slender body and through his fiery tresses; rinsing off the remnants of tonight's passion. He scrubbed his sore shoulder where Yusuke had bitten him. It was sure to leave a mark.
Why do I put myself through this? he asked himself. As Youko, I never would have allowed anyone to use me in this manner. But he knew the answer to that question. He had fallen in love with Yusuke almost from the moment he saw him. By the time the Dark Tournament rolled around he was hopeless, and determined to have him. Everyone seemed to know…everyone except Yusuke, that is.
Hiei was the first to notice. He was irritated to no end that Kurama was fawning over a "stupid ningen". Keiko was next. She looked at him with look that always intimidated Yusuke and informed him that Yusuke was hers and that if he intended to challenge her for him then she would fight. He looked her straight in the eye with a coolness that sent shivers throughout her entire body and uttered two words: "You'd lose."
After that she kept her distance.
Lucky for her, Kurama had not intentions of challenging her for Yusuke. He was patient; his time would come soon enough. Keiko wouldn't last forever. Even if he marked her, Keiko's constitution was too weak to handle the demon DNA; or Yusuke would get tired of being her puppy. Keiko could be very manipulative, and it annoyed Yusuke to no end. Finally, he had had enough. On one of his occasional trips to makai to check on things in his kingdom (Keiko refused to accompany him) she sent a message demanding that he return within a week's time. This was too much. When he returned three weeks later she, seething, had delivered an ultimatum: abandon his demon identity and stay with her or break up with her. It was the ultimate bluff and Yusuke called it. He walked out of her house without another word or even a look back, oblivious to the screams and cries, the begging and useless apologies. Yusuke had washed his hands of her, and once that happened it was over.
That's when he began crashing in Kurama's guest room. He mostly slept when he was there. He would disappear for hours or even days at a time. Then one day he poured out his heart to Kurama, admitting that he had realized he wasn't in love with her years ago, but guilt kept him from breaking up with her. She had sacrificed so much for him, and was the only person who believed in him. Kurama stated that the entire team believed in him. Yusuke argued that she had been there from the beginning, but she wanted to mold him into something he wasn't and he needed to be himself. Kurama stated that he cared for Yusuke and that he should always be himself and that anyone who had a problem with it didn't deserve his affection. Yusuke seemed to look at Kurama, really look at Kurama for the first time with those beautiful brown eyes that made Kurama melt. Then Kurama bid him good night.
He snuggled in bed; he always put himself to sleep with his fantasies of Yusuke and him making love. He usually pleasured himself but had ceased since his guest had arrived, lest he hear Kurama scream his name. But later that night, Yusuke had entered his bedroom.
"Kurama?"
Kurama sat up abruptly, shielding his erection. "What is it Yusuke?"
"I need you."
"What do you mean?"
"I feel bad and I need your help to make me feel better."
"Could this not wait until morning?"
"No."
"Alright, Yusuke. What is it?"
"Let me sleep with you."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me fox boy. Now move over."
Kurama moved over to the cool side of the bed, instantly causing his erection to deflate. A relief, he thought.
"Good night, Yusuke."
"Can you hold me?"
"Don't push it, Yusuke."
And with that Kurama rolled over on his side with his back to the one he loved and fell into a restless sleep. He awoke in a strong embrace and with a rough hand stroking his erection.
"Yu-Yusuke?"
!Flashback below lemon alert!
"Kurama, I want you. I've wanted you for so long. I know you want me too. Please Kurama, make love to me."
He should have said no. However, like a fool he gave into his lust and desire for the one he loved. Little Kurama had overruled him on the matter.
With a look of pure carnal hunger in his eyes, Kurama had attacked Yusuke. He used his 1000 years experience as a master of seduction to turn Yusuke out and open his eyes to pleasures he never knew existed. Yusuke was an amateur and had only dealt with amateurs.
He eased Yusuke down on his back. Kurama started by kissing him; slow, sensual and deliberate. He used his tongue, he assaulted Yusuke's senses. Kurama caressed every part of his mouth, lips and teeth. With Yusuke's head spinning, he moved down to his neck living a trail of wet kisses in his wake. Soft moans escaped Yusuke's lips.
With expert hands and smooth movements, he made quick work of his silk boxers and Yusuke's pajamas. He rubbed his cock against Yusuke's long, engorged member which by now was dribbling with pre-cum and ready to burst.
Yusuke was now whimpering like a whipped bitch. Kurama next attacked his nipples; nipping gently, licking, sucking, while teasing his brother with his hand so he would not get jealous. He was also grinding his naked cock into Yusuke's. Yusuke was ready to explode, but Kurama was not done; not by a long shot. He retrieved his lube from his drawer.
Yusuke eyed him nervously. "Are you going to…"
"Not yet, Yusuke. I must prepare you first."
He lubed his index finger and to distract him, wrapped his lips around Yusuke's thick cock. Yusuke screamed his name as Kurama alternated his suction and wrapped his lips around his teeth to apply pressure without biting him. He licked the head and swirled his tongue in and out of the slit. Yusuke was in heaven. By the time Kurama slid his finger into his virgin asshole, he was too lost in euphoria to notice. He didn't notice until Kurama found the tiny button of raised flesh and nerves that he had been seeking and had begun to rub it back and forth.
"K-K-K-Kurama! What are you doing to me?" he wailed, between gasps, his body trembling.
"I'm giving you what you need, Yusuke. You ready to come like never before?" he asked, sliding a second lubed finger into his canal. He sucked Yusuke's precious jewels into his mouth, one at a time. Yusuke let out a wail and grabbed Kurama's hair.
"Bring it, fox."
Now it was time to bring it home. He released a small amount of ki into his fingers that were currently buried in Yusuke's ass and sucked Yusuke off as hard as he could. Yusuke bucked wildly and finally screamed "I'm coming, I'm coming….AHHH, SHIIIIIT!" He pumped his hot, white seed into Kurama's awaiting mouth. He struggled to catch his breath. It was then that he noticed Kurama's long cock, bobbing with anticipation at Yusuke's entrance.
"Are you ready, Yusuke?"
"Do it."
Kurama entered him with one firm, smooth, quick stroke, causing Yusuke to yelp in surprise at the invasion of his virgin asshole. Kurama waited for him to adjust before he continued with very slow, smooth strokes.
"Yuuuuske," he moaned, eyes closed and in bliss. "I've waited for this for so, so long."
"You're so damn sexy, fox."
"As are you, love."
Yusuke's short patience was wearing thin. "Alright fox, move your ass. I can feel you holding back." Kurama responded by putting more force and increasing the speed of his strokes, but this was still not enough.
"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DEALING WITH? STOP FUCKING ME LIKE A PUSSY! I SAID MOVE YOUR ASS!"
And with that Kurama had released his inhibitions, and fucked him like no other. He felt like Youko, dominating another conquest but he knew who was in control. And for the first time it wasn't him.
Kurama knew his climax was coming so he increased his speed and force, if that were possible. His moans gave away to shouts, and then were reduced to sobs when his voice had gone hoarse. Yusuke was yelling profanities that would make even the crassest demon blush.
"Yusuke, I'm…shit, AHHH!" Kurama exploded both inside and outside of his lover, leaving pearl drops of his essence on Yusuke's chest, abdomen and thighs. Panting, he collapsed beside Yusuke on the bed to catch his breath.
After a few minutes, Kurama got up and retrieved a warm washcloth to clean his lover off. "Oh, thanks," Yusuke said, timidly.
After cleaning off, Yusuke rolled over and wrapped his arms around his lover.
"Are you going to wake me up again, Yusuke?"
"Naw, fox I'm beat."
"Good night, Yusuke."
"Mmmmmmm." In no time he was snoring softly in Kurama's ear. The sound lulled him to sleep.
The reliving of their first night together occupied his mind often. Kurama relived it over and over, with the same result. He let the shower wash his tears away. His decision was made.
Decision? What decision? And how will Yusuke deal with this decision? Find out next time on Having Your Cake and Eating it Too!
