Yipes! Posting again? Yep yep! This chapter's pretty YAOI-riffic, I must say. And because it's really mostly one scene, I'm posting it along with chapter five. Well, ok. I'm posting it because I just have to post! I have to! I would have named this chapter How Kurama Got His Groove Back, but, uh...when did the hot fox ever lose it? Meow!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho, or its characters, but Teito's all mine! All mine, I tell you!
Teito
-Kurama-
The year progressed and Kurama began to feel more at home in his new school. Yumari was one of his best friends in school, next to Teito, the two of which he spent his time with when he wasn't with Hiei, Kuwabara, Yusuke and the others.
When it came to Teito, Kurama couldn't have asked for a better lab partner. As the year went on, though, they switched seats in art. Kurama now sat next to a talkative young lady who had an even less interest in art than Kurama did. So much for motivation, but, as Kurama found, it didn't stop Teito from helping him.
One afternoon after class, he stopped by Kurama's locker.
"Shuuichi?" Kurama looked up at him.
"Yes?"
"I meant to tell you...they said it would be okay if you spent the night." Kurama smiled.
"Tonight?" he asked. Teito, who was also smiling, nodded at him.
"Yeah. I could give you a ride to your house. You could pick up your stuff and then we can go to my place."
"Alright."
"You didn't have plans did you? Kuwabara seemed to be looking for you." Kurama closed his locker and put on his book bag.
"We didn't make any prior engagements." Teito nodded.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"Yes." Kurama followed Teito down the stairs and out of the building, being led down the street to Teito's car.
Over the months, Kurama had gotten to like Teito a lot. This wouldn't the first time he visited Teito's house, but it would be the first time he'd spend the night. They worked on many projects together, for both art and science. They found they had a lot in common. They both took French for reasons other than it being mandatory to take a foreign language in order to graduate. They both shared the same interest in botanical sciences, as well as other sciences, especially those dealing with the mind. Kurama had grown fond of Teito's appreciation of art. Once, Kurama sat with him at the park for hours while he drew picture after picture of the flowers that grew around them.
Another time, when they were in Teito's bedroom, Teito drew a rose from memory, one that reminded Kurama uncannily of his own. Teito saw how much Kurama liked it and offered it to him. Kurama modestly refused, but Teito told him that nothing would make him happier than to have Kurama accept the picture. Kurama could not refuse it after that. He accepted it, but only after Teito took the liberty of personally signing it for him. He wrote him a poem on the back of it in French, the language they often spoke to each other just for fun, and ended it with Shuuichi-kun, and then signed it for him. Kurama found it a little odd, but was appreciative all the same.
That night, however, Kurama felt most honored when Teito asked something of him that took him by complete surprise. They'd been in the middle of eating pizza, their dinner, and it was quite late, almost 11. Kurama thought that Teito had been acting strange the entire evening, and he wondered what on earth was the matter with him. He kept fumbling around and getting flustered. He also seemed unable to stop staring at Kurama...and calling him Shuuichi-kun, which was something he never really called him, at least not out loud, before. Kurama went on as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
-Teito-
Teito glanced up at his Shuuichi once more before finalizing his decision. His peachy skin, his silky red hair, the graceful curves of his body...he had to capture it, to preserve it. He set down his slice of pizza and grabbed a napkin, wiping his mouth and fingers.
"Shuuichi-kun...?" he began, catching Shuuichi's eyes with his own, staring deep into the deep emerald green of his pupils. "Could I...draw...you...?" To his utter surprise Shuuichi agreed, actually liking the idea. Teito's face lit up, his cheeks reddening. "Thank you," he gasped, standing and rushing over to his materials. He grabbed a black box and looked through it.
Grabbing a set of pencils and several erasers, he stood and retrieved his sketch book. Looking over to Shuuichi again, he couldn't help but smile. Shuuichi actually looked eager of all things.
"What shall I do?" Shuuichi asked, sounding a little nervous. Teito saw it and flashed him a playful glance.
"If you could sit in the chair..." he said. Shuuichi stood and went over to the wicker lawn chair that sat in the corner of Teito's room. It had a fanned backing that arched high above Shuuichi's head. Teito went to his closet and pulled out a folded up sheet of fabric. He bunched it up while walking over to Shuuichi, and then spread the fabric out over the fanned part of the chair, letting it serve as a backdrop to his main subject. He backed away to see if everything was in order, and noticed that he needed Shuuichi to be posed. He went over to him and frowned slightly.
"Teito?" Shuuichi asked unsurely. Teito shivered at the sound of his name being spoken by that voice. He caught Shuuichi's gaze again, leaning down slightly to his eye level and then beginning to instruct him.
"Cross your legs," he said, reaching up to his arm. "And place your elbow on the arm...like that, that's perfect. Rest both your hands in your lap, Shuuichi-kun. A little more to th—there, that's just right." He smiled at Shuuichi again, then took a step back, blushing at the sight of him. His hair... "Let me just..." he murmured, reaching his hands up to adjust the positions of Shuuichi's hair. It was so soft to the touch, Teito had to take advantage of this opportunity to run his hands through it.
Even being friends for just a short while, Teito and Shuuichi had told each other things that they never really mentioned to other people. Shuuichi had told him that no, he had never had a girlfriend, and that he sometimes felt lonely at not having a partner.
Teito took this to heart. He'd never had one either, and was lonely also. He found nothing wrong with them keeping each other company, and longed to take it further than that. He'd...fallen in love with the intelligent young man staring back at him.
Once he'd managed to pull himself away from fixing Shuuichi's hair, he took his place on the floor over by his bed with his essentials. Looking up at Shuuichi once more, he picked up his pencil and an eraser and began to breathe life onto the page.
Nothing pleased him more than to be able to stare at Shuuichi as much as he wanted...as much as would suffice and then some. There Shuuichi sat, staring at him with curious eyes, blinking unsteadily, occasionally pouting his lips. Teito had never laid eyes on a more beautiful being. He must take complete advantage of this, he must! Even when Shuuichi moved to scratch his cheek, he merely laughed it off and redrew the new position. It was just more time to be able to stare at him at will.
He finished Shuuichi's outline and began to render the value. He found himself becoming hotter and hotter, actually beginning to sweat as he captured the elegance of Shuuichi on paper. Upon completion, he let out a great sigh and dropped the pencil.
"I cannot thank you enough..." he nearly whispered. Shuuichi's eyes widened in anticipation.
"May I see?" he asked. Teito turned the sketch book around, letting Shuuichi see what he'd drawn.
-Kurama-
It was beautiful to say the least. Was he really that...handsome? Surely it was an exaggeration. But all those people who'd taken an interest in him...Kuwabara kept teasing that they'd all fallen in love with him, but Kurama considered it a joke. Well, Youko or no Youko, he refused to let it go to his head...even if it did make him feel better about himself.
"It's marvelous..." Kurama gasped, standing up and going over to Teito.
-Teito-
Shuuichi sat down close to Teito, looking at the work as if it were a famous piece of art, a Da Vinci, or a Monet, even. Teito couldn't have been happier. He leaned over towards Shuuichi, placing his hand on his shoulder and then bringing it back through his hair. Shuuichi shivered, and looked up at Teito slowly. Teito looked into his eyes, unable to look away. He leaned forward, his lips pursing as he got closer to Shuuichi. Shuuichi turned away, though, looking back down at the portrait.
"What will you do with it?" Shuuichi asked, sounding as if he couldn't quite catch his breath. Teito moved Shuuichi's hair from his eyes, letting his fingers slide through it.
"I'll keep it forever on my wall," he said. "Right above the roses." Shuuichi looked towards the location, smiling as he stood. Teito watched him walk away, his slender, but muscular legs taking him towards the desk. Teito breathed in the sweet aroma Shuuichi always carried with him, closing his eyes and letting it come over him. If only Shuuichi knew. Teito's eyes were shut tightly as he began to think about being intimate with Shuuichi. Kissing him, caressing him, making love to him. When his eyes flickered open, they were wild with desire.
"S-Shuuichi...?" he all but whispered, not able to peel his eyes away from him. Shuuichi had been holding the portrait up to the wall where it would be placed. He turned and faced Teito, giving him a surprised look when he did.
"Teito?" he gasped, gripping the sketch book tighter. Teito stood up, quickly going over to Shuuichi. He took the sketch book from him and sat it down on the desk. He put his arms around Shuuichi's waist.
-Kurama-
It took Kurama by complete surprise. He was pulled closer to Teito, barely recognizing what exactly was being done to him. Teito brought his hands up to caress Kurama's back and, after a brief moment of hesitation, to pull him closer also.
"Shuuichi..." Teito whispered, pressing his face into Kurama's hair. Kurama eyed him strangely, though truthfully, he liked it. He grew warm, lifting his arms and wrapping them around Teito's middle. Teito was a little damp, and as he pressed his face up to Kurama's, Kurama shivered. It was interesting. Teito seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself. Not feeling out of place, or uncomfortable, Kurama let Teito do what he wanted to him.
-Teito-
Teito dug his face deeper into Shuuichi's neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent. It was, Teito found, a mix of the sweet scent of his hair and the musky scent of his sweat. Teito could stand there breathing it in all day, but there were other places he wanted to explore.
Shuuichi, to his surprise, was not pulling away. Did he have feelings for him? Perhaps not, the red head was only standing there. Perhaps he was just curious. No matter. Teito would kill to be the one to satisfy that curiosity.
He lifted his face and kissed Shuuichi on the cheek, able to feel the warmth Shuuichi's skin as he heated up. Teito gripped him tighter, liking how his body was responding. He kissed down his cheek and then kissed his chin. He leaned back to be able to lay his hazel eyes on the beauty before him. Shuuichi's eyes fluttered open to meet them.
-Kurama-
Teito had gorgeous eyes, Kurama noticed. They were usually soft, very warm and inviting, always seeming to welcome Kurama no matter what the emotion. They were now sharp and fully dilated, taking in every bit of Kurama. Kurama couldn't help but smirk. This was beyond interesting. He always wanted to know what it would be like to kiss someone in his human body. Now he would get to see.
He brought his hands up and pressed them firmly on Teito's upper back. He brought Teito forward slightly, leaning towards him and meeting him, their lips touching and closing around the other, pressed tightly, unrelenting, as magnets.
-Teito-
His entire body was aflame, his lips beating with the rhythm of his heart. He fell into Shuuichi's arms, letting him hold the bulk of his weight in his grasp. He never dreamt he'd ever be this close to Shuuichi to be able to taste him, to feel him like he knew no other had. He pulled away from him, wanting to explore more areas of the being that held him. He kissed his neck, once again taking in the aroma that Shuuichi seemed to be emitting now.
He kissed his chest, once, twice and then reached to his waist to grip the edges of Shuuichi's tank top to pull it off of him. Shuuichi had told him about how he always slept in nightgowns, but tonight, he wore a revealing tank and boxers. Was it intentional? Did he mean to let Teito see this much of him now that he was staying the night?
Once the tank top was off, they made eye contact, holding it before Teito broke it. He went back to Shuuichi's chest, licking and sucking on his nipples playfully, kissing him all across his chest. He tasted sweet, unlike anything Teito would imagine. It was sweat after all, but it was so sweet. Addictive.
-Kurama-
Kurama let out a slight moan, setting his hands on the back of Teito's head and on his shoulder. It felt good, his body experiencing emotions...feelings that he was quite unfamiliar with. But he liked it. He let him.
Suddenly, Kurama felt strange. As Teito continued to kiss him, he realized that the feeling was oddly familiar. He'd felt it before, but he was sure not in this life. They must have been memories from his days as Youko Kurama. As it were, Youko Kurama had the reputation of having been around the block a few times, but Kurama had his doubts. Of all the memories he'd been introduced to, memories of ever being intimate were scarce.
He began to have flash-backs, seeing, of all people, Kuronue, his partner in crime as Youko. He began seeing him in flashes in all different kinds of situations, but then, more revealing images of him made themselves known. Opening his eyes, Kurama remembered where he was and what position he was in. As if by instinct, he took Teito by the hand and led him over to the bed. He pushed him down on it and kneeled over top of him.
-Teito-
Teito stared back at the shounen above to him, reaching his arms out to hold him. He put his hands on Shuuichi's hips, feeling Shuuichi begin to rock himself back and forth on top of him. Teito grinned, letting his hands slide up and down Shuuichi's sides and then rub Shuuichi's chest.
-Kurama-
Kurama found himself pleased with this response. He let Teito touch him freely at first, but then that feeling of familiarity returned and he felt as if he needed to take control again. He had to feel something more.
-Teito-
Teito could have sworn he'd seen Shuuichi's emerald eyes turn a slate gray as Shuuichi took Teito's hands and brought them around to his lower backside. Teito took this cue, rubbing along Shuuichi's back, letting his hands run along the elastic of the boxers. Shuuichi leaned forward and bent down to plant a gentle kiss on Teito's lips. Teito grabbed him by his forearms and rolled over, causing Shuuichi to end up on the bed next to him. Teito turned so that he was laying slightly over him. Shuuichi took Teito's arm and pulled it so that his arm was around him.
Teito looked down and kissed Shuuichi hard on the lips, looking into his eyes again. They were the same green as always, though curious now. Teito stroked his hair, loving how unbelievably soft it was. As soft as his skin, which Teito equally enjoyed touching. He leaned to kiss Shuuichi again, but Shuuichi turned around and faced the other way.
Had he done something wrong, Teito wondered, watching Shuuichi with wide wondrous eyes. He refused to stop though, continuing to stroke his hair, now being able to pull his hand down along the length of it. Such beautiful hair.
"Shuuichi-kun...?" he whispered. Shuuichi turned towards him slightly.
"Yes, Teito?" he asked. Teito leaned forward and kissed his cheek, seeing him turn red once again. Teito got on his knees next to Shuuichi, reaching his arm to gently grab Shuuichi's chin. He tilted it towards him. Shuuichi never looked so innocent. "You are a virgin..." Shuuichi half asked, half stated. Teito remained locked on those gleaming emerald eyes. He nodded.
"So are you," he said, quite sure of himself. Shuuichi smiled and looked back towards the wall, letting himself relax. He would let Teito do whatever he pleased with him.
"Just be gentle..." Shuuichi said. Teito gasped and pulled away.
"Shuuichi..." he said, his mouth hanging open. The realization was attempting to set in, but Teito was shrouded with doubt. "You'll let me...have...you? All...of you?" Smiling again, Shuuichi looked up at the hopeless romantic.
"Yes," he told him. Teito's eyes went wild with excitement at that. He would finally have Shuuichi, finally! The first time he'd met him, he wanted to be with him in every sense of the verb. He turned Shuuichi so that he lie on his back and laid down on top of him, being as gentle as he could be as he slid between Shuuichi's legs. He would obey Shuuichi's request to the fullest.
He slowly slid his arms under Shuuichi's upper back, lifting his body slightly and kissing Shuuichi again. He softly pressed their bodies together, releasing a moan at feeling how hard Shuuichi was beneath him. He leaned back down for another kiss, but was interrupted by a knock at the door. Teito's eyes grew wide with confusion, the realization set in.
"Shimatta," he murmured under his breath. Shuuichi's eyes widened a little. Teito kissed him once more and got up. He went over to his door, opening it slowly and peering out into the dark hall. It was his mother. "Yeah?" he said.
"Is there any pizza left?" Mrs. Yuroshira asked, getting on her tip-toes to try to see over her son's shoulder into the room. "I was down in the kitchen for a snack and I wondered if there were any leftovers." Shuuichi had gotten up and was sitting down at the head of the bed. He was pretending to watch TV.
"Yeah, there's quite a bit," Teito said, going over to the pizza box. He kneeled and closed it up.
"Give me the garbage, too. I'll toss it while I'm down there." Teito collected the napkins that sat around and sat them on top of the pizza box. He handed it to his mother. She took it and looked over to Shuuichi, and then at Teito. "You boys have a nice night."
"Night, 'kaasan." She looked at them again with a smile before heading down the hall. Teito closed the door, looking at Shuuichi with disappointment written all over his face.
"Teito?" Shuuichi asked, walking over to him. He put his hand up to Teito's cheek.
"Yeah...I uh...kinda forgot she was home" he said with a nervous chuckle. It was stupid of me to think that we could actually do this with both my parents in the next room." Shuuichi nodded.
"Yes," he said. Teito smiled and went over to the bed.
"Let's just go to sleep now, okay?" Shuuichi nodded.
"Sure," he said.
Whoo, whoo! Chapter four's done, but of course, I'm not. Don't parents always do that? It's like they have a radar that tells them exactly the wrong time to interrupt, even when you're doing something like watching TV. Well, off to chapter five.
J3