"I fail to see what is so amusing."
Yusuke glanced up from the concoction only to stifle another snort. Kurama frowned; or rather, he tried to frown. Every bit of flesh Yusuke could see was coated in angry welts: his face, hands, throat, everything. The rash had long since effected the redhead's lips and eyelids, transforming his normally refined features into something resembling a circus balloon. To top that off, each word brought saliva rushing to Kurama's mouth – spittle he could not swallow – resulting in his drooling like one infirmed.
Yusuke bit back another snicker.
Thankfully, one well-aimed glare was enough for him to don an elastic glove. "Still haven't told me how it happened."
A sigh as he moved closer, cotton puffs at the ready. "I was gathering flowers for mother–"
"Yeah, I get that." Yusuke chortled, layering gracious amounts of ointment on Kurama's cheeks and nose. "But how'd you not realize you were crawling around in poison?"
"Pure negligence." Another sigh as he smeared throbbing lips before moving to his throat. "I've been to that place countless times and mother wanted those lilies so badly . . ." He straightened as Yusuke unbuttoned his shirt, revealing leaking blisters. "I've developed an immunity to countless poisons over the years and paid no mind to the signs. I was careless."
Yusuke whistled at the sight, though his grin never faltered. "But poison oak, fox boy–!"
"Is a rarity in Japan."
Another chuckle; more smearing. Soon enough, Kurama's torso was completely coated. "Just wait til Kuwabara hears about this . . . !"
However, Yusuke's smile fell as a white-clad hand reached for Kurama's pants. "What're you doing?"
A raised brow. "You promised to help."
The fabric yielded more welts, bubbling masses covering his feet, his legs, his– "Wait a minute–!"
Something resembling a smirk. "You promised."
The next ten minutes passed in silence as Yusuke painted Kurama's calves, thighs, his most intimate places white. Each passage brought him noticeable relief while Yusuke's cheeks flamed cherry-red.
Finally, "We never speak of this again."
A chuckle; emerald eyes gleaming. "Agreed."
A/N: Inktober prompt day 1 – Poison.
Humor/Friendship, Yusuke and Kurama.
350 words.