TITLE: I care for you
AUTHOR: Lemonychocolate
EMAIL: Kurama/Yusuke
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RATING: Mature-Adult
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BETA'D BY: Ashley, Bailey Meeker
A/N: The majority of a particular scene was modified heavily to fit the standards of Anyone wanting to read the complete version will have to read it on other sites, such as Beyond Canon or Adultfanfiction. And stress, the Adult Fanfiction site is strictly for ADULTS!
Chapter 2
Two days later, Yusuke glanced over at Kurama. He was carefully setting out a tray of flowers according to the very, very detailed map the kitsune had drawn.
Kurama was leaving nothing to chance.
"Whatcha got there?" he said with a nod of his head at the pot the red-head was lugging to the fragrant black earth.
"These, my friend, are my prize possessions," Kurama said gloatingly. He fondled the pot with possessive hands. "I've been growing these plants for over three years. And I have succeeded where everyone has failed!" He laughed triumphantly, his eyes glowing with victorious joy.
"They're phylsi plants," he explained. Carefully rocking the plant to loosen it, he continued, "I saved up a lot of money to buy four of them a couple of years ago. They can only survive in pairs, you know. And that's only for the first couple of years. You see how this one is much lighter than the other?" he said, tapping one of the plants.
Yusuke nodded uncertainly. Not that he could see much of a difference in their colors. "The problem is both plants produce an opposite enzyme the other needs, so they are mutually dependent on each other," Kurama continued.
With infinite patience, he gently began working the two plants apart. "The problem lies in the fact that once both plants are equally balanced, only the strongest will survive. If you leave the two plants together, eventually you'll only have one plant. The stronger plant will totally overwhelm the weaker plant and consume it."
Yusuke frowned, the words teasing at a memory in his mind. "But what if they're both equally strong?" he asked slowly. There was a hint of stress in his voice. Keiko's tearful face filling his mind.
'I'm losing myself in you! Some days I don't know where I start and you begin!'
Kurama didn't notice as he finally separated the two. "These are natural human plants untainted by me. This one had already started trying to overwhelm this little one," he said affectionately of the parasitic plant.
'I'm losing myself in you!'
"It doesn't matter how strong of a line of plant it comes from, it's part of its nature to dominate the other plant. Unless of course, it's been infused with spirit energy then it grows companionably with its partner." He shrugged carelessly. "You know that huge plant sitting in the corner of my room? That's the one I infused with some of my spirit energy. The two grow quite nicely together now," he added complacently.
'I'm losing myself…'
Despite his absorption, Kurama became aware of the strained silence behind him. "Yusuke…?" he said, looking around. "Are you okay?"
The young toushin looked up, trying to smile. "Yeah, I was…just…uhm, thinking."
"And got lost?" Kurama joked. His green eyes searched the opaque brown ones of his friend, trying to see past the barrier Yusuke suddenly erected between them.
Yusuke forced more life into his smile. "Yeah, something like that." He turned away, all too conscious of Kurama's probing eyes.
'Some days I don't know where I start and you begin!'
His head down, he concentrated on carefully placing the flower in the hole on the ground.
"I'm losing myself in you! Some days I don't know where I start and you begin!" Keiko had shouted at him when he tried to reason with her. Then she started crying. Not the sweet, pretty tears in the movies, but the great, gulping tearing out your heart crying.
"I love you," he had said helplessly. He hadn't changed…other than finding out he was a hanyou. She hadn't cared then, so where was the problem?
How could he make her happy? He said that out loud to her, begging for an explanation, pleading for her to explain things to him like she always did when he was too stupid to understand.
That look of pity and despair in her eyes still haunted him. "You can't."
Yusuke took a deep breath, waiting for the remember agony to double him over. But it never came, other than a brief mental wince. He frowned then frantically began trying to recall the last time he thought of Keiko. Has it really been almost two months since we broke up? he thought in disbelief.
Stunned, he looked around. For the first time seeing the enormous amount of work both he and Kurama had put into the backyard. "Whoa…" he said faintly.
Kurama looked up. "Yusuke…?" He looked around, wondering at the dazed expression on his friend's face.
Yusuke laughed. "You know, I feel like I just woke up out of a nightmare," he said quietly, his voice almost conversationally. "I just looked around, and saw all the work we've been doing and it occurred to me that it's been almost two months since Keiko and I broke up."
"Ah…?"
Smiling brown eyes looked at him. "I always said you were a sneaky bastard," Yusuke said admiringly. "Thanks for being there for me."
Kurama's slow smile started in his eyes and spread to his lips. "Any time." He ducked his head and returned to his planting, his heart feeling unexpectedly lighter.
They worked late, trying to get as much planting done before Shiori called them in for dinner. They were both very conscious of the advancing time.
The senior Kazuyu were getting married in one week, go on their second honeymoon while Kurama looked after Shuichi (to the teen's eternal disgust). When they returned, Kurama would leave; starting a new chapter of his life in college.
Later that night, they were lying in Kurama's bed, discussing the garden. Shiori had left the planning of the backyard to them and they were fine-tuning the details.
The men were privately of the opinion that the less stress she had, the safer their lives would be.
Yusuke occupied the outside of the bed, with Kurama on the inside. One arm folded under his head, the other resting on his bare stomach, he was the picture of indolent ease. Both of them wore only pajama bottoms, it being an unusually warm night for much else.
Kurama, having rolled over and propped himself on his elbows, the better to talk, had an abstract look on his face. "But if we move the arch over about five feet, I think it would better create a nice shady area that mother can sit under to accept congratulations. Don't you think?" He had a slight frown on his face, his eyes cast down as he tried to visualize the effect he wanted to create.
Feeling mellow, Yusuke lazily shifted his head on the pillows to look at the red-head. His brows pulled down. It had long become a habit for him that when he talked to people, he liked to see their eyes. Loftily claiming that he always knew when they were lying to him.
Kurama's hair was practically covering his friend's face. He couldn't see his eyes.
In hindsight, Yusuke wryly admitted to himself, what he did probably instigated what happened next.
Without a thought to just how… dumb it was to put his hand on Kurama, he threaded his fingers through the red hair, intending to move it behind the shell-like ear. He just wanted to see Kurama's eyes as they talked.
In the split second it took him to realize how weird he was acting, Kurama froze.
Something invisible crept into the room. Something heavy, large and strange. It seemed to simultaneously suck the air from the room and fill the air with some impossibly, intoxicating scent.
He was hot. Scorchingly hot. His skin tight and sensitive to even the faintest puffs of air. And just below skin level, he could feel his blood pumping faster, surging excitedly as if readying him for some confrontation.
He took a deep breath of the suddenly thick, humid air.
Confused, all he could do was stare as a pair of emerald pools slowly raised to meet startled gaze.
Kurama's lips were parted as if to speak, a light pink flowing across his cheeks. Drawn by some unknown force, Yusuke's fascinated eyes dropped to the parted pink lips. At the electric shock of pleasure that went through him, his hand tightened reflexively in the ruby locks. Buried in the silken tresses, his fingers tingled.
Flexing his fingers brought the creamy, gold face a tiny bit closer.
His other hand coming up, mesmerized, he lightly traced the curve of the well-formed mouth, feeling a shocking heat build, steadily growing higher, wilder, deep in his soul until he thought he would burst. Trailing a finger up, he stroked closed a blue-vein eyelid as the other became opaque.
Still not understanding, he watched as Kurama's face tightened, becoming all angles and sharpness, almost cruel.
Who moved first, he couldn't be sure. But it was with wide, dazed eyes that he watched as near jade eyes grew larger in his vision.
He closed his eyes.
Lips brushed his, teasingly soft. Tentative, as if seeking permission. His gasped, his eyes flying open. He met Kurama's intent gaze, fitful shudders visibly shaking him. Then all hesitation was lost. His parted lips were ruthlessly seized, invaded and devoured. He moaned, arching slightly upwards in helpless dismay, his hand clenching, pulling Kurama tighter against him.
A warm, liquid tongue slid inside, with sensuous ease, hot, erotic and subtly spiced with a challenge he could not resist. Their tongues dueled, each trying to establish dominance. Easily the kitsune won the small skirmish and proceeded to demonstrate one of his tamer, oral talents.
Yusuke moaned the kitsune's name, his eyes fluttering closed. He squirmed, wiggling to get closer.
Fleetingly, the thought wander through his mind: when did Kurama suddenly become the focus of his libido. Then Kurama did something thoroughly nasty with his tongue and he really didn't care anymore.
Without conscious volition, his hands were suddenly busy.
They knew precisely what to do with themselves.
One tightened in the loose red locks, deepening the erotic possession; the other slid down, caressing the silky smooth back arched over him. With a whimpering moan, he tugged, pulling Kurama against him. A low sound of pleasure came from him as their chests rubbed delightfully against one another.
Hard body and sinfully delightful soft lips were a package that was ultimately blowing his mind. The conflicting textures were rapidly scrambling whatever brain cells he had left.
Lips moved down his cheek, a graduating, sensuous pressure that had him squirming and gasping. He moaned, unconsciously offering his neck.
Which Kurama took with a purling sound of greed.
Inching closer, he threw a leg over Yusuke's squirming body as he stroked his hand down the heaving, suddenly damp flanks. What magic infused the air he did not want to speculate to closely for fear of this moment would end before it started.
Laving at the rapidly beating pulse, he laid tender nips up the corded throat until he reached the hungry, desperate mouth. There he paused, sampling the sweet confection within before leisurely settling down to a long repast. Drawing his hand up, he scraped his nails deliberately across a pebbled nipple. The reaction was immediate.
Yusuke bucked, moaning into Kurama's mouth. He could feel the kitsune smiling against his lips. For a brief moment, he thought to be angry but the kisses…oh, those deep possessive kisses convinced him otherwise. For long, endless moments, his body danced to the kitsune's whim. Long nimble fingers plucked, pinched and soothed his aching nibs before unhurriedly beginning the game again.
He cried out, his voice a breaking sound in the room. His eyes shot open. The stark, heavy-lidded stare held him as a warm hand delved into his pajamas. His hips bucked upwards, unconsciously thrusting more of himself into the snug palm that stroked his length. His mouth opened, a strangled sound coming from his lips. His hand shooting down, he grabbed Kurama's wrist.
"You…oh, god…"
"I'm flattered…" Kurama replied throatily. With hungry eyes, he watched the play of passion on Yusuke's face. Shock and sensuality equally overwhelming to the toushin's senses. He decided that he loved that particular look on Yusuke's face. His hand moved intimately between the parted thighs, surrounding the silk encased warm flesh. His actions drew again a strangled tight curse from the dark-haired boy, a helpless movement of the golden body.
Yusuke collapsed against Kurama, his face buried in a warm sweaty shoulder. His body quivering, still spurting as the aftereffect of his orgasm rolled over his mind.
"Oooh…' he sighed, writhing against Kurama. Mewling softly, he arched as long fingers dipped and caressed his rippling inner walls before slowly withdrawing, leaving a ghostly pleasant ache as a reminder.
Kurama rolled them onto their sides, his arms wrapped around Yusuke. His eyes were heavy-lidded in the afterglow. "We probably shouldn't have done this…" he husked out.
A dark, tousled head nuzzled into his chest, kissed his neck.
Yusuke was tired and sated after the best sex of his life. Life was good. "Mmmm…"
Affectionately, Kurama stroked his hand across Yusuke's rump, pausing to gently fondle the sensitive opening. His actions drawing a questioning whine from the sleepy boy.
"Stay here…" Kurama said. Unnecessarily, he imagined, since he didn't think anything would move Yusuke.
Staggering off the bed, he paused to strip off his ruined pajamas. Naked, he crossed to the bathroom. Running water in the sink, he cleaned himself off before rinsing the cloth and squeezing out the excess water, to clean Yusuke. Coming back, he was amused to see Yusuke's eyes open and watching him.
"Like what you see…?" Slowly he lost his teasing smile at the uncertain, almost horrified look in Yusuke's eyes. For a half second he paused. Then his face carefully blank, he continued to the bed.
Yusuke blinked uncertainly, carefully sitting up. He didn't know where to look and flinched when the bed moved. He was stiff, nearly holding his breath as Kurama came closer. His hands tightened into balls, wisps of trace of spirit energy surrounding his closed fists.
Kurama paused, his face suddenly unreadable. He backed off the bed, and got to his feet. "Why don't you go take a shower? I think I rather sleep outside tonight." He turned and walked to his closet. Reaching in, he withdrew a pair of pajamas from the built-in dresser. Then reaching up, he took down a light blanket. Without looking at Yusuke he quietly exited the room.
All the while Yusuke never took his eyes off Kurama. I hurt him, he thought slowly. He looked down at his hands, shocked to see them clenched as if ready for a fight.
Ready to fight…Kurama.
Moving like an old man, he climbed off the bed and went into the bathroom. He refused to look in the mirror. He wasn't quite ready to face the guilt and shame of how he acted.
Far too soon, his shower was done. Stepping out, he dried himself. Hesitantly he raised his head and looked at his mirrored self. Disgust, guilt and shame were written all over his face.
"You…jerk!" he growled, suddenly angry with himself. "Kurama should have beaten your dumb ass bloody! You LET him do all those things to you, then act like you didn't play any part in what happened. There are names for people like you…Dumb. Dumb. And DUMBER. Asshole." Was his final, scathing condemnation of his mirrored self.
Wearing only a towel, he entered the room. Going to Kurama's closet he hesitated before selecting a pair of pajamas. Oooh, silk, he mused excitedly. He stroked his hand down the sides, delighting at how the material felt under his palms.
But it was only a delaying tactic.
Pausing at the sliding glass door, he took a deep breath. Moving quickly before he lost his nerve he hesitantly made his way to the hammock. He could feel eyes watching him. By the glow of the moon, he saw a shimmer of green.
"Would it help if I said I was a dumb, fuckup that don't deserve to have you as a friend and if you come back inside, I'll be very good and try to be as good of a friend as you've been to me all these years?" Yusuke said in a breathless rush. "Cause if you don't say you forgive me, then I'm gonna stay out here all night and bug the living shit outta ya until you do. And you know I can do it."
"You looked at me liked I had raped you," Kurama said quietly. He was lying on his back, an arm thrown over his head. He shook his head, his eyes never leaving Yusuke's face. "In all my years, as Yoko Kurama, that was one atrocity I utterly refused to commit. Any man in my group that did so was swiftly executed. I may have been a thief, but I refused to be a beast."
Yusuke stood there trembling. Oh, this was bad. Very, very bad, he thought worriedly.
"Go back inside, Yusuke, we'll talk in the morning." Kurama closed his eyes, signaling the end of the conversation.
"But Kurama…"
"Please Yusuke, if you ever cared about me as a friend, go back inside." There was an undertone of desperation, of a man hurting deeply.
His head hanging low, tears smarting in his eyes, Yusuke finally turned. "I'm…sorry."
"I know."
The next morning, Shiori looked worriedly between the two boys. Shuichi's face held the quiet, composed face that kept people out; while Yusuke looked like he had cried himself to sleep. Breakfast was a strained affair as the others sensed something amiss between the two friends.
Everyone was aware of the way Yusuke kept darting pleading looks at Shuichi. Except for Shuichi. Or if he did, he was doing an effective job of ignoring Yusuke.
Shiori's heart hurt at the defeated look on the dark-haired boy's face. Something happened last night, of that she was sure. She had been awoken last night by strange sounds. Coming downstairs to investigate and hearing the soft, urgent cries coming from Shuichi's room, she hurried back upstairs, blushing hotly.
Shhing her husband when he questioned her about why she was up.
But what could have happened to ultimately change matters since last night?
Her son helped her clean the table instead of going outside with Yusuke. Little Shuichi was glad to be give the opportunity to escape washing up. Shiori, watching her son ground her teeth against stubborn males.
"Please don't interfere, mother," Shuichi said quietly. He was running a plate under the water and scrubbing at it industriously.
"Excuse me….? Interfere in what?" she asked looking innocently at him as she dried the dishes.
He looked at her, a glint of sad amusement in his eyes. "Now I know where I got the annoying habit of playing games." He sobered, his eyes holding a distant look. "Yusuke and I…have trust issues to work out. I thought…we could build something from our relationship or at least remain friends…I was wrong." His voice was flat, discouraging comment from his mother.
Shiori looked down. Her face tightened, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. "There was a girl I knew, when I was about your age. We were so much alike that people used to call us twins. She was my best friend. I always knew I could count on her. No matter what happened, she always was there for me." Kurama looked at his mother, interested in this glimpse of her past. "And I always swore that I would be there for her. Nothing would ever part us."
She looked at him and touched her lips. "Until she kissed me."
Kurama's mouth parted at the distant look on his mother's face. "I slapped her so hard she fell over her bicycle. I wanted to kill her. How dare she? How dare she presume to touch me like that? I screamed at her. Screamed horrible, nasty things at her. Then I ran away. I refused to talk to her. I would not have anything more to do with her. She pleaded, crying about how much she loved me, but also begging for my forgiveness. And still I spurned her. Then I met your father and I fell in love with him."
Watching him, she continued evenly. "Whether her feelings for me were temporary or lasting, still I finally knew that love was still love no matter the gender."
Turning she made to leave the room. "Wait…" he called. There was a frown on his face. "What happened to her? Did you two ever make up?"
Shiori stilled. Her voice held a strange note that made Kurama's frown deepened. "I was on my way to apologize to her. While I couldn't return her feelings, at least we could still be friends. I came upon some men pulling a body out of the river. It was LeLee. There was a note on the bridge asking me to forgive her."
She looked over her shoulder at her son. Her face was calm despite the tracks of tears running down her face. "Just when you think you have all the time in the world, fate steps in and cuts your time in half."
Kurama didn't notice her leaving. He was gazing at the soapy water, deep in thought. The way Yusuke had looked at him last night still had the power to make him flinch. The question was, was he willing to try to work things out or was he willing to let a friendship die because of his hurt feelings?
Throwing the cloth into the soapy water, he decisively strode out the room. Heading for the living room, he stepped into the back yard. If he tried hard enough, and with Yusuke willingness, they could repair their friendship.
He saw the dark-haired boy slowly planting flowers. Misery was expressed in every sinew of Yusuke's body. "Hey…" He winced internally at the wary hope when Yusuke looked around and saw him. "Need some help?"
A tentative smile lit the warm brown eyes. "You offering…?"
Carefully, they navigated their way through the landmines separating them. "If you're accepting."
A slow wide smile curved Yusuke's lips. "Always…"
Shiori stood gazing happily at the two boys. Her husband came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He watched the two young men, the tentative smiles they gave each other something new. "I saw you talking to Shuichi. What did you say to him?" he asked interestedly.
"I told him about LeLee," she replied. He looked at her in confusion.
"You told him about your dog drowning in the river?"
She waved a hand dismissively. "Look, I was sad when she died, okay?"
Chapter
A week later, the wedding went off without a hitch.
The yard was a glorious masterpiece of landscaping. Kurama used a bit of his spirit energy to forcefully make the flowers and other plants grow.
More than one person forgot about the bride and stared opened mouth at the lush, colorful greenery that acted as a backdrop to the entire event. The Kazuyu's decided to have a modified American wedding. It was quicker and simpler than a traditional Shinto wedding.
The party was a joyous occasion. Laughter, glad tears and gaiety abounded. Everyone was invited. Even Keiko showed up, alone and somewhat ill at ease, until Yusuke, with a familiar cocky smirk asked her to dance.
Kurama sipped at his punch, his eyes glossing over the dark-haired couple with a half-smile. He ignored the exasperated looks his mother was shooting him. While he and Yusuke weren't quite…there yet, they were making progress in repairing their ruptured friendship. He had decided that given a choice being friends or being lovers with someone without the friendship, he would gladly choose to remain friends.
He sauntered over to the dancing couple. "May I have this dance?" he said with an elaborate bow.
Yusuke grinned cheekily, his eyes dancing. "Sure…" he released Keiko and stepped into Kurama's arms to the laughter of the party-goers.
"You idiot..." Keiko cried laughingly. She slugged him in the arm, forcing him to release a smiling Kurama. "C'mon, Ku-Shuichi," she stumbled over his human name as she dragged him away.
Kuwabara strolled over to Yusuke, his blue eyes gleaming impishly. "So…did you two kiss and make up?"
Startled at the question, Yusuke shrugged. "Well, today's the first time I've seen her since we broke up…"
"No, not Keiko, I mean Kurama…" Kuwabara said impatiently. His eyes were glowing with suppressed mirth. Hiei stepped unnoticed to his side, feigning disinterest in Yusuke's reply.
Both of them were not disappointed at the tide of red that colored their friend's face. He goggled at them. "How…did you…?" His mouth snapped shut at his betraying words. But it was too late.
"Pay up…" Kuwabara turned to Hiei, his hand outstretched. "I won the bet."
"You bet on me and Kurama hooking up? It was just one time!" Yusuke said in a scandalized whisper.
Hiei froze in the act of handling over a bone knife. He blinked, staring up at Kuwabara. They turned to look at their red-faced friend. "No…but your version of events sound more interesting," Hiei said slowly. He had a stunned look on his face.
"We just bet on whether you would turn red or faint," Kuwabara added, his eyes a little wild.
There was muffled thump. Hiei peered down at Yusuke. "Do I win now?"
While the older Kazuyu enjoyed their honeymoon, Yusuke was a frequent visitor to the house.
He found a job since he wasn't planning on going back to school. After work he headed over to the Kazuyu's house and played video games with Kurama and Shuichi. And if young Shuichi chose to spend an afternoon elsewhere, he and Kurama hung out in the backyard.
Laying on the grass, or simply sitting, and unknown to each other, they individually made silent vows not to touch. But it was hard. One of the hardest things either tried to do. They were used to touching. A casual hand here, an affectionate hug there, a little rough-horsing…it was a large part of their lives. And for it to abruptly cease…though they hid it from each other, each felt unsettled. Like a crucial element was missing.
If Shuichi was around, it was easier; however when it was just them, the longing—the desire to touch…it wasn't easy to endure sometimes becoming downright unbearable.
When it got to that state, Yusuke made an excuse to leave. Returning to his place, and in the safety and privacy of his bedroom, he was free to touch all the places he wanted Kurama to touch. Yet somehow, no matter the sweet relief that followed, he was left feeling…unsatisfied. Guilty and ashamed. Like he was doing something he shouldn't, like he was taking something away from somebody.
Always his mind would return to Kurama.
As for Kurama, though he felt guilty about shirking his responsibilities, he would silently steal away from the house and make his way to a familiar nightclub. And there he would find anonymous relief to the strumming ache that Yusuke's abrupt absence caused.
Yet it was never enough. Never satisfying. Usually he was left aching even more after these encounters.
He wanted…he needed more.
Shiori gazed at the two boys, not for one minute fooled by their happy smiles. Shuichi was leaving early tomorrow for college. Everyone had gathered to say their goodbyes and wish him well.
She smiled sadly. It was ironic that Yusuke's goodbye wishes were totally sincere. He did wish her son well; he did want Shuichi to be happy. Even if it wasn't with him.
She wanted to shake both boys and bang their heads together.
Men.
Three weeks after settling in his new home, Kurama strolled through the college town. More than one person tried to catch his eye, but the kitsune honestly didn't see them. All he could see was a pair of lively dancing brown eyes.
He wanted Yusuke…urgently. He needed Yusuke…desperately.
His eyes lit up. Maybe…he should call him? he thought tentatively. Just to say…Hi, how you're doing? Growing more enthused by the minute, he whirled around and rushed home.
Racing down the sidewalk, he pulled up short at the figure laying on the porch.
Frowning in confusion, he cautiously approached, his mouth dropping open at who it was.
"Yusuke…what are you doing here?" he said gently, settling beside the awaking figure. He helped his dark-haired friend to a sitting position and allowed Yusuke to rest against him.
"Hmmm, wanted to see you…" was spoken indistinctly. Half awake, Yusuke buried his face in Kurama's neck. Thinking he was dreaming, he buried his hands in the familiar red hair of his own private fantasy. A dream that had been haunting him for a month.
"Mmmmm, you always smell so good," he muttered drowsily. "Love how you smell, especially after we make love." Licking at the exposed neck, he made a happy, purling sound of pleasure.
His words sent a shockwave through Kurama. Urgency riding him, he surged to his feet, drawing Yusuke along with him. Grabbing at the bag Yusuke brought with him, he fumbled for the key to the door. His movements losing all coordination as Yusuke was singled-mindedly kissing every inch of skin and mewling with delight.
A rather vicious curse dropped from his lips.
Finally he got them inside. He was hard, achingly hard. He wanted nothing more than to lay Yusuke on the floor and pleasure each other until they screamed each others name.
But first, he wanted Yusuke completely and totally lucid.
Pulling away, he made soothing sounds at the distress Yusuke exhibited. He corralled the wandering hands, determined to keep his body away firmly away from the toushin.
Gradually he could see the haziness clearing from Yusuke's eyes. Embarrassment now taking its place.
"Oh, fuck…" Yusuke muttered, his face turning a bright red. He tried to turn away, unable to face the object of his most enduring fantasy. But Kurama refused to let go of his hands.
"Not yet, but give me time," Kurama retorted with a wicked smile. His smile faded. "Yusuke…I think we need to talk."
"No, we don't," came the swift reply. Dark eyes looked everywhere but the kitsune standing before him. "Look, we've dose-doed to this tune already so excuse me if I'm not interested in hearing it again." He took a much needed breath, again tugging at his hands. "I…wanted…to…I just came…uhm, to see how umpf…"
Warm lips covered stuttering mouth. Not fair, his mind screamed but his body strenuously disagreed. He shivered, clutching tightly to Kurama's shoulders. His neck arched, tilting to supply more access as sensuous lips made their way slowly down his neck. "If you plan on stopping, I swear I kill you," he threatened. His threat losing some of its effectiveness at the embarrassing squeak he gave when Kurama bit his ear.
When Kurama raised his head, large golden eyes peered down at the flushed dark-eyed man in his arms. He looked every inch his kitsune self. Hard and ruthless; his face tightened into cruel lines, his mouth a thin blade. Yusuke shivered, his breath catching in his throat. His eyes fixed on that pale, ivory face, he half-way expected to see a pair of velvet ears flickering atop Kurama's head and a tail beating the air.
"If we start this, you will NOT be leaving my bed," he warned Yusuke levelly. There was no inflection in his voice, just a flat statement of fact. "This is your last chance."
Yusuke dropped his eyes. He chewed at his lips. "Are you offering me forever…?"
"I'm offering you today, tomorrow, next week…for however long we both chose to stay with each other. I'm not psychic, I can't offer you forever; but what I can offer you, is that we will always be friends."
Scowling Yusuke narrowed his eyes at Kurama. "Friends and lovers?" Uncertainty was in his dark eyes.
"Friends, lovers, and everything in between." He was assured.
"It's a deal…"
Laughing he was dragged to the bedroom. His laughter slowed at the intent look on Kurama's face, and he grew nervous. "Uhm, just so you remember, still a virgin here and I don't bottom." Defiantly he lifted his chin.
"Okay, you won't be on the bottom," Kurama agreed readily. Yusuke's eyes narrowed suspiciously, but the warm lips attacking his neck did a fair amount of distracting him.
And, Kurama, true to his word and many squirming…moaning hours later, when he eased his swollen length into his lover, Yusuke was eagerly kneeling astride his hips and he was on the bottom.
The phone rang. Kurama stirred, blinking blearily at the instrument. Groaning, he shifted, grabbing it off the nightstand. "Mmmm, hello…?" he sleepily mumbled and yawned hugely. His body was deliciously achy. He felt the pull of overused muscles in his back and legs.
"Shuichi…I'm sorry, did I wake you?"
"Mmmmm, kinda," he said stretching and yawning. He gently patted the dark head resting on his chest. Yusuke stirred, slowly coming to consciousness.
"I just wanted to let you know that Yusuke is coming up to visit. I don't know whether he has a place to stay for the night, but I think you should offer him the spare bedroom. No, don't argue with me. I'm putting my foot down. You two will make up. I know you don't want me to interfere but…" her voice was a teeny sound as slumberous dark eyes were raised to his. He couldn't resist stealing a kiss from the moist, swollen lips.
Yusuke blindly fumbled for the telephone in Kurama's hand as soon as his lips were released. "I arrived. Shuichi is treating me just fine. We're okay. And I'm moving in with him. Bye bye." He fumbled the phone back on the hook, his mouth seeking his lover's.
Long slow kisses were exchanged. Kurama filled his hand with warm, hard flesh and squeezed gently. He was thoroughly enjoying the moans from Yusuke's lips. "You just hung up on my mother," he husked out. He rolled them over. Parting the strong corded thighs, he settled between them, leisurely sampling the delights to be found in his lover's mouth.
"Mmmm," Yusuke sighed, arching hungrily against Kurama's firm body. How could he have stayed away from this? "Whose idea do you think it was to keep us separated for so long? And then for me to come here…? Your mom's smart…" He cried out, his head falling back on the pillows at the grinding motion of Kurama's hips.
"Like a fox…"
His hands tangling in silken black locks, Kurama drew Yusuke to his waiting lips.
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