The Admittance

Yusuke came to bed that night with a wry grin on his face. Kurama was reading, but he looked up from the thick tome when the king entered.

"What are you smiling about?" he wanted to know.

"I finally finished all my paperwork," Yusuke said.

"Did you?" the redhead replied coolly. "Or did you just resort to a generic message to all of the letters you had to answer."

The king pouted. "Figures I'd choose the most perceptive bastard in all three worlds to be my consort."

Kurama smiled. "You always did make good decisions."

"Really?"

"Well, no."

Yusuke chuckled as he took his shirt off and climbed into the bed. Kurama slept nude, but he wasn't comfortable doing the same yet. He and his consort had yet to cross into the physical part of the relationship, most likely because the kitsune was waiting for Yusuke to be ready. Which he wasn't. It was one thing to sleep in the same bed and kiss a male, but sex was something different. Well…it wasn't really, but Yusuke was going to continue to tell himself that it was, so he didn't have to admit his fear.

He kind of wished that the damned fox would just take him already so the ball was no longer in his court, but Kurama was too polite for that.

Expect he was really a shamelessly manipulative evil genius who always got what he wanted.

But a really polite one.

When he wanted to be.

Yusuke quickly cut off this line of thinking. Trying to unravel the many layers of Kurama's personality was enough to give anyone a headache.


A few notes:

1. God Kurama really is an enigma wrapped in a mystery isn't he?

2. Thanks for all the reviews, you guys! It's nice that you all get what I am trying to do here.