Look, But Don't Touch
A Yu Yu Hakusho fanfiction by Sir Psycho Sexy
A/N: Contains Yusuke/Kuwa ship-teasing and dirty jokes. Written for the YYH kinkfest at yuyu_adult over at LJ.
It was several days after Yusuke and his gang had soundly defeated Sensui, and Yusuke, with his wild demon mane, still looked as if he has stuck his finger in a light socket.
Or so he thought. He needed to get rid of his hair soon, because all it did was annoy him, the ends of it scratching against his back uncomfortably. Thankfully, Kurama had arranged for him to get it cut- although Kurama would be busy studying for exams for another week, and he had to put it off.
So here he was, in the middle of Kuwabara's livingroom, on his couch, watching some cheesy-ass B-movie about some guy with a chainsaw. Shizuru was in the kitchen getting the two boys snacks, and Kuwabara was watching the film intently.
Yusuke sighed. "This movie sucks balls. I liked it the first time when it was called Friday the 13th."
Kuwabara turned towards him, noticeably peeved. "What did you say, Urameshi?"
"I said it sucks balls. What are you, deaf?"
Kuwabara tried to come up with a retort. "Well...well...you still look like you should be in an eighties hair band!"
"I know, I know. Your jokes are still lame, Kuwabara. Besides, Kurama's gonna be cuttin' it in a few days, so don't go around and try to piss me off."
"Fine, Urameshi." Kuwabara sighed and went back to watching the movie.
Then it hit him: How did that hair feel, anyways? It reminded him of the fur on a long-haired cat, wild and soft-looking.
He went back to staring at Yusuke; the hair was actually starting to intrigue him the instant he thought of it in feline terms. He slowly extended an arm, an excited yet goofy smile on his face, and started to grab a lock of Yusuke's hair that was near the floor.
Yusuke glared at him. "Don't fucking touch my hair, asshole! What are you, gay or something?"
"HELL NO, I AM NOT GAY!" Kuwabara stood up. "It...well...I wanted to see if it felt like a kitten's fur." He blushed and twiddled his fingers.
Yusuke smirked. "See, I told ya you were a faggot. No wonder Sensui captured you. He wanted to take you on one of his psycho Chapter Black honeymoons." Yusuke started making kissy-faces at Kuwabara.
"Dammit, that's it!" He lunged at Yusuke, pushed him onto the floor, and, pretty soon, both boys were enganged in a full-contact brawl.
Shizuru entered the livingroom, carrying three mugs of tea and some cookies on a platter. She looked at her brother and Yusuke fighting and merely said, "Men. Always got to be comparing the size of their swords."
Yusuke pinned his rival to the floor. "See, even your sister thinks you're gay!"
"Yeah, but she also thinks you're my boyfriend!" Kuwabara tried to flip him over.
Shizuru butted in. "You know, Kazu, if you guys started giving each other oral right now, I wouldn't be surprised." She set the platter down on the coffee table, sat in one of the livingroom chairs, and lit a cigarette.
Everyone felt much too awkward to say or do anything further, leaving the sound of a crazed chainsaw murderer and the screams of his victims playing in the background.
Kuwabara had ultimately learned his lesson for the day: when it came to Yusuke, it was best to look, but not touch.
-FIN