A/N: Sex. That is all.
"You fed all of us for a good few days!" Botan giggled as her usual pale compression turned a tinge of pink after her third glass of wine. "No I'm serious, like everyone. Even Yusuke and Kuwabara and those guys eat a lot." she said as both boys nodded.
Tonight was a Saturday. Which was code word for getting piss drunk in one of the back rooms of Margeaux. These Saturdays were now less of a nuisance and more of a routine, and one that I was getting used to. Even in my youth, I've never really had a group of friends, and even though I can standoffish and awkward, everyone in Margeaux acts as if I'm an honorary member of their family. And times where I've had over four shots in under five minutes would be the time I'd admit they were the closest thing I had to family at the moment.
"I mean you think you'd get sick of eating the same thing for more than five days straight, but I just kept going!" Yusuke added in.
"Yea it was like you were trying to feed a tiny village," Kuwabara said while looking up from his phone.
"Oi! Well we've finally heard you talk. You've been cupcakin on your phone all night there!" Yusuke yelled at his best friend as Kuwabara clutched his phone to his chest.
"There is someone of the opposite gender that might be into me, so fuck off Urameshi, you already have Keiko," Kuwabara spat back as he focused all of his attention on his phone.
Yusuke just clicked his tongue and put his arm around his own girlfriend as Keiko sank into the touch, she was a lot less uptight after a couple of drinks.
Much to my surprise, Kuronue was actually pretty crafty when it came to mixing alcohol. I just found out today that he used to be a bartender when he had that long vacation in Italy, and after enjoying several glasses of Vieux Carre, I knew he was a good one.
"If Margeaux had a bar around here, Kuronue would be getting all the ladies with his sick mixology skills," Yusuke tease, taking a sip of his own A.M.F.
"Only if he was into girls in the first place," Keiko quipped in with a giggle.
Simultaneously, everyone turned their heads to me, I don't know what they expected me to say, so I just unceremoniously choked on my beverage, feeling the long sweet burn in the process.
"That's enough already, stop teasing the poor kid," Kuronue chastised them.
"It's not like all of us don't know you're sleeping together," Keiko said with a light shrug. Keiko's whole innocent and polite facade was just violently thrown out the window once the alcohol ran through her system, and I could see why Yusuke was so afraid of her. She had the potential to speak her mind and be scarily blunt when she wanted.
"We've never—," Kuronue began as the blush rose from his neck to his face.
"We aren't together," I finished for him.
Kuronue sharply turned his neck to my direction, and I wondered if I had made a mistake.
"Oh, well I could have sworn you were," Keiko looked a little embarrassed as she laughed it off, easing a little of the tension that formed in the room.
"I mean I have tried, but hey, what can a guy do?" Kuronue laughed along with her and he looked honest when he said it, it almost made me believe that we were just friends, much to my chagrin. I wasn't lying when we said we weren't together, but that didn't mean there wasn't anything between us. But as the room around him laughed, just for a moment, I caught him staring at me, his expression stoic, unreadable. And that's when I knew I probably messed up.
This night was worse than usual seeing how everyone passed out before twelve. It was funny seeing everyone piss drunk lying on every available surface, even if that surface was on another person. Botan took over a love seat by herself, her knees huddled against her chest, while Kuwabara laid on his stomach on the floor and Yusuke propped his head up on Kuwabara's back as Keiko slept on his chest. It was just one full room of super inebriated friends who managed to pass out around the same time.
I just remember watching Amelie with Kuronue, snickering side comments to one another, to only turn around as see everyone sleeping. I didn't feel like drinking tonight after that little comment I made, and it looked like Kuronue take much either.
"Kuronue, I think all your friends are dead."
He turned around and scanned the room behind him. "Huh, it looks like they are" He turned his attention back on the film and watched it with wide eyes. "You know this was my favorite film when I was a kid. She had such a whimsical way of viewing life, turning something so monotonous such as every day life into something beautiful," he murmured.
"Well aren't you romantic?" I teased.
"Sometimes, the only way to get through life was to create my own scenario. It kept me sane." he shrugged like it was nothing, like he lived with a normal family, with a mother who was alive and father who loved him.
I didn't know what to say in these situations, I mean what could you say? Instead I kept quiet, watching him get lost in the movie, understanding why it was so easy for him to just really concentrate on something. Sinking into one thing, whether it was the view of the ocean or his favorite movie, it was a coping mechanism to keep him away from his real life, even if it was just for a brief moment.
After the movie was over he stood up and offered me a hand. "I'm gonna go get some water, do you wanna come with me?" Wordlessly, I took his offer and propped myself up, walking into Margeaux's kitchen.
The kitchen was probably the largest room I've seen in Margeaux, next to the entrance. It had studio sized tables, with an array of pots and pans hanging from the steel metal bars. There were cookie and sandwich cutters of every shape and size and at least two confectionery ovens and a large refrigerator. The thing that was so magnificent about this whole place was how large, yet noncommercial it was. The whole kitchen was made with mostly wood and brick, giving it a more rustic aesthetic. It made itself seem like a home, like it had history and memories embedded within the walls.
"Margeaux is incredible. It doesn't look huge, but it's like a labyrinth in here." I said in awe.
"And this is the heart of Margeaux. This is where all the magic happens," he winked, as he grabbed a water filter out of the mini fridge that was overshadowed by the huge one. "And by magic I mean the pastries." he laughed, pouring the water into two large cups and handing one to me. I twiddled with the glass, not making eye contact with Kuronue.
"Hey what I said about tonight. I didn't mean it that way," I confessed, taking small sips of the water. I didn't realize how dehydrated I was as the sips began turning into gulps.
"It doesn't matter what it meant. Like you said, why do we need to call it anything?" he said more confidently than I'd like.
"But that doesn't mean we aren't. I mean I really don't know what we are but—"
"It doesn't matter because I'm happy," Kuronue cut me off. He walked up to me until my lower back hit one of the tables. "I've thought about it a lot, and you're right. We don't have to have a name for what this is. It will be better in the long run. Why does it matter if I'm happy right at this moment?" he added.
"Bullshit," I snarled as I looked up at his face. He sounded so sure of what he was saying, but his face showed the exact opposite. "You don't believe me. You're saying this because you think I'm gonna leave you."
"So what if I do?" he whispered against my ear.
"It matters to me!" I nearly yelled as I shoved him back. "I don't want you to think of my that way, I'm not like that, and I won't leave you for the last fucking time."
"One of the reasons I like you so much, is the fact that you don't have to prove anything, yet you try to," he nipped at my earlobe, moving down my neck. "It doesn't matter what happens. It doesn't matter if you end up leaving me or not, because I don't think I can like you as much as I do now," he said softly as he kissed my neck until he reached my lips.
Everything was frantic with Kuronue, from his fevered kisses, to the way he tangled his face into my hair, like was trying to consume me. There has been a distinct difference with the way Kuronue and Yomi worked when it came to intimacy. Yomi would trail his fingertips down my spine, tease me until I was begging for him to go faster. Kuronue on the other hand, had so much energy. He gripped me frantically, holding onto me as if I was somehow going to disappear. Yomi acted like he had all the time in the world, while Kuronue felt like he didn't have enough.
"You know it's kind of funny how we always fool around but we never had—"
"Sex?" he said.
"I can't believe we've gotten to the point where we're completing each other's—"
"Sandwiches?" I laughed as he leaned forward and continued to kiss me. I almost wanted to hit him for that Frozen reference. I wouldn't pull something like that in front of Yomi, I wouldn't dare do anything to ruin the mood. But with Kuronue, everything was so comfortable. My heart didn't beat through my fingertips, I didn't tremble when he was near me, my knees never went weak. With him, I felt calm, serene, at peace. It was a different kind of exciting.
"Shut up and just...," I took a harsh breath as he ground himself onto me.
"Get on the table," he commanded, which was pointless, since he basically did it for me, ass he hoisted me up until I was on my back on one of the kitchen tables. I backwards crab walked (very sexily of course) until my head reached the other edge of the table, and until there was a good enough space for me and Kuronue to fit.
"Don't tell me we're gonna do it on here?" I said incredulously as he swiftly crawled between my legs.
"Shut up," he ordered. And he gave me a look I've never seen before, not at Margeaux, not at the Pink Flamingo, not anywhere. It was a look of pure lust and concentration, but it wasn't dominating, it was borderline worshiping.
"People cook here Kuronue—" but my rant was replaced by a long moan as he swiftly pulled down my zipper and took me into his mouth. "Oh my god—" my words kept getting cut off as I him swallowing me whole.
I was unbelievably hard, and he was seriously pushing it with that mouth of his. He was so impatient, so willing, twirling his tongue around my cock like it was a fucking lollipop, that I swore that I would cum ten seconds flat if he didn't stop now. So I propped myself up a little with one of my elbows, and reached forward to tug his hair.
"I swear I'm gonna cum down your throat if you don't slow down," I warned him. He tormented me by humming around my cock before taking his mouth off it with a sick pop and I downright mewled.
"What if that's what I was trying to go for," he answered with a sly grin, as he nuzzled and kissed the tip. I was finding it hard to support myself as my arms began to shake, and I felt slightly embarrassed for becoming so undone. I tried to stop him by pulling his hair, but he just grabbed my wrist and pulled it aside. And with the most intense smolder I've ever seen him my life, he looked up and me and said, "Look at me. I want you to see me this." He gave another light kiss on my inner thigh and added, "It's just for you," before engulfing me fully.
I was trembling from holding myself up, everything was messy, and stupid, and my hair probably looked disgusting right now, but Kuronue stared at me like he hadn't seen anything like me before. The way he touched me, the way he gripped my thighs just enough to bruise just how I liked, it was a whole other level of intense. It was almost impossible not to keep cool, but I kept guiding his face, motioning for him to go deeper.
And he did, as he spread my legs wider to take me farther into his inviting mouth. After he gave me a particularly hard suck, I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. Along with the mixture of his saliva and my precum, accompanied by the vibrations from his moans, I came violently with a cry. I tried pushing him off, but he sucked harder, milking every drop. So, with the little strength I had, I collapsed fully on my back, reveling in post orgasmic bliss.
Just like a snake, he crawled until he was hovered perfectly parallel to me. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked, as I nodded tiredly, not caring that I tasted myself has he pulled me into a long kiss.
"You're gross," I muttered against his lips.
"And you're beautiful," he answered back, as he pushed my tangled, sweaty hair away from my face.
"Oh Kuronue, you're such a romantic," I said, gently slapping his face away from mine. I could feel how hard he was through his jeans, and I gave it a light squeeze and looked at Kuronue questioningly.
"Want me to return the favor?" I asked, already in the process of unbuttoning his jeans.
"Well I was hoping you would... but in another way," he replied, as he pulled out a familiar square item encased in foil. I responded by biting my lip and zipping his pants down till I was stroking his cock in my hands. I could feel how hard he was through his jeans and I could feel myself getting turned on again.
"Well, it's only fair," I admitted as he frantically pulled his shirt and pants off in breakneck speed. He helped me get out of my own shirt as we struggled to get my head out of the fabric, and it was such an ugly, tangled, sweaty mess that I just... laughed. It was so long ago that I've been so relaxed during sex, how it didn't feel like such a production. It didn't feel right in a way, I shouldn't have felt this comfortable, not yet at least.
And in that moment, the laughter suddenly ceased. I looked at him and his stupid half grin that I loved so much, and what I saw wasn't pure adoration, it wasn't lust, he was giving me everything he had. He was trusting me, and he was scared. And without much thought, I kissed along arm, starting from the tip of his wrist to the end of his forearm. I felt the scar on my lips, forcing myself to remember the pattern and the raised flesh. And I suddenly couldn't see myself without him.
Kuronue was so enthralled with what I was doing, that when I stopped, he kind of just stayed there for a good few moments before kissing me to suppress something that sounded similar to a sob.
"Well are you gonna put it in or are you gonna tease me all night." I tried to mock him but my voice just came out soft. He regained his composure as he took my legs and rested them on his shoulders. And as calm as I tried to make myself be, I felt my legs quiver from anticipation.
He positioned himself, buried his head into my neck, and thrust forward. And I didn't know whose groan it was that echoed throughout the kitchen, all I know is I felt drunk off of something that wasn't alcohol for once. I heard his ragged breathing and throaty moans against my ear as he vocally told me what he was feeling. He didn't hide anything, he didn't try to pretend it didn't make him feel anything, he kissed me along my neck, gripped my hips, and made sure that I was feeling the same.
And I made sure to try and acknowledge everything that was happening, but everything was so hazy from how good I felt. And for once, it wasn't the sex. Don't get me wrong, sex was a big part of it, but I felt different. The feeling of having my hands tangle in his hair while I rolled my hips forward to meet his pace just felt like we've been doing this for ages now. It wasn't perfect, it was so far from perfect, but it felt natural, like my skin was meant to touch his.
He pulled out and before I had a chance to say anything, he had me on all fours, reaching under me to give me a couple of good strokes before thrusting in me again. I let out a yelp, covering my mouth in a hurry as I heard my voice echo through the kitchen.
He stopped stroking me to reach for the hand that covered my mouth.
"Stop, I wanna hear you," he said with a breathy voice. He lightly kissed the back of my neck and placed his hand back where it belonged—right between my legs. Something between a moan and a high pitched whine came out of my throat as his thrusting became more erratic. His hands held my hips as I gave up on holding myself out and slumped on the table. It smelled subtlety of apple wood and dough as my cheek made contact with the surface.
"Gonna come," he grunted as he gave a few more quick thrusts before stilling himself, the only sounds were of our ragged breathing. He gave me a couple of good strokes, and he twisted his hand in one particular motion and I just lost it, coming on the table beneath me.
"God—fuck," I collapsed onto the table, trying not to lay on my own mess.
He lay down beside me, pulling my face so he could kiss me with the energy I didn't know still he had. After what seemed like a while, he pulled away and laughed.
"Hm?" I asked sleepily, the tiredness started to crawl into my system, and the warmth of Kuronue's body along with the hard wooden surface actually felt pretty comfortable.
"I just can't believe it took this long for us to have sex," he smiled. I responded by kissing him again, biting his bottom lip for added effect.
"Better late then never, but you're right. It's been a while since I've had a good fuck."
I could feel his body tense up and his smile drop, and I thought I said something wrong, but he didn't mention it. He just kissed me more possessively, as he pinned my arms over my head as if I was going to escape.
After letting our breaths catch up to us and laying together in post orgasmic bliss, being on a sweaty wooden table began to get more and more uncomfortable. We finally rolled off of the table after a while, and I was in the middle of buttoning up my shirt before mentioning the state of the table.
"We really should disinfect it or something," I suggested as Kuronue's eyes went wide.
"I was lost in the moment that I didn't realize that we basically tainted a holy relic," he said a bit more frantically, pulling open the cabinets under the sink to grab some cleaning supplies.
"Hey I warned you before you decided to fuck me," I said while trying to find my pants that somehow ended up on the other side of the room.
"I know and I didn't care at the moment but— Fuck, Botan is going to fucking kill me," he groaned as he furiously wiped down the table.
"Worth it," I said, wrapping my arms around him.
"I'm serious, don't touch me or I'm just gonna throw you down on this table again," he warned.
"I don't mind," I smirked as I started kissing his neck.
"So is this gonna be a casual thing?" he asked a bit apprehensively.
"I hope it will be," I said in between soft bites. I felt him tense a little as I realized it wasn't the answer he wanted. "I like you Kuronue. A lot. But I don't know if we should call it anything yet," I answered carefully.
"That's fine," he said abruptly. "I agree," he said, much quieter this time. He gave me a small smile, and I didn't know whether he was reassuring me or himself.
A/N: I am sooo sorry I took so long to write this. I'm a horrible person I know. But I lagged a lot for two reasons. 1) sex scenes are fucking hard to write and 2) I started school so I had virtually no time. I AM going to finish this and I already have a set ending planned. Maybe 6... more chapters or so. Again, thank you so much for keeping up with this story and I appreciate it from the bottom of my heart.