They were silent the rest of the way into the city and to Yusuke's apartment. His mother was, as usual, away. "Sorry about the mess," he muttered as Kurama followed him in.
Kurama looked around. There wasn't enough in the apartment to call a mess, though he could still smell the lingering stench of alcohol. That it didn't cling to Yusuke led Kurama to the conclusion that it was his mother that drank. That didn't matter, though, as he followed Yusuke into his bedroom.
Yusuke turned to face Kurama, his uncertainty in the way his hands couldn't seem to find a place to rest. He smiled, almost making the expression cocky. "Well, what do you plan on doing?" he asked.
Kurama smiled, crossing the room until he stood in front of Yusuke. He brought his hands up to the other boy's shoulders. "Making you comfortable," he said. He leaned forward, bending a little, and brushed his lips against Yusuke's. "If anything I do makes you uncomfortable, please tell me. It's the best way to make sure you enjoy this."
"Can I tell you what I like, too?" Yusuke asked, lifting his chin.
"Of course," Kurama laughed.
"Then, kiss me again," he demanded.
"There's a better way to ask," Kurama said, not moving to fulfill Yusuke's request.
Yusuke made a face at Kurama then leaned forward, rising up on his toes until he was able to kiss Kurama. His hands came up to Kurama's waist to balance himself. While untried and unskilled, his kiss was demanding, straight forward, just like he was.
Kurama smiled into the kiss, taking it over, showing Yusuke how to kiss, teaching him how to ask for what he wanted without a word. Yusuke, to his pleasure if not his surprise, was a very quick study. Kurama let his hands move, caressing Yusuke's neck, into his hair, nails scraping gently against Yusuke's scalp.
Yusuke's hands remained on Kurama's waist until he took a step closer, then he wrapped them around the redhead, drawing their bodies together. The groan that filled his throat at the contact was delicious and his fingers soon began pulling at the fabric over Kurama's back, pulling at the sash, trying to untie it without actually reaching the knot.
Kurama broke their kiss, enjoying Yusuke's whine when he did. "Slowly," he whispered, brushing kisses over Yusuke's cheeks. "We have time, there's no need to rush."
Yusuke glared at him. "I want more," he pouted.
Working his hands down to the collar of Yusuke's uniform and taking his time about unfastening it, Kurama smiled at the boy's eagerness. "I will give you more, Yusuke, more than you know you want." His fingers traced the skin that was exposed. "I'm going to make you writhe and beg."
Yusuke raised an eyebrow, though whether it was skepticism or challenge was difficult to work out from his expression. Kurama's mouth covered his again before he could clarify which it was with words. With a sense of resignation and anticipation, Yusuke drew his hands around and began to work the knot out of Kurama's sash, letting it fall to the ground. At Kurama's hum of approval, Yusuke's fingers moved to his collar. He whined when Kurama pushed him back, breaking their kiss again. "What?"
"I'd like to remove your shirt, if that's alright," Kurama said, amused at the boy's need for kissing already.
Yusuke made a face at Kurama before letting go of his collar and allowing the redhead to push his uniform shirt off his shoulders. When Kurama stepped closer, pressing their hips together, and let his hands smooth over Yusuke's arms, stomach, and back, his expression morphed into one of pleasure. His hands moved to Kurama's hips once his shirt fell to the ground, holding his ass with a proprietary air. When Kurama began moving his hips, bending his knees and lowering himself, pulling Yusuke closer so the boy straddled his thigh, Yusuke groaned, his fingers curling, pulling at his clothes.
Kurama moved one hand so it pressed Yusuke's hips closer, helping him move in the slow dance he'd started, his other hand going to the boy's hair, tangling in it and encouraging him to deepen their kiss. Soon, Yusuke took over moving himself, letting Kurama be a little more creative. He let his lower hand slide down, pressing against where he knew Yusuke's opening would be through his pants. He was pleased when Yusuke groaned and began rocking back, pressing into his touch, pleading with his body.
Wanting to hear more of those sounds, more freely, Kurama moved to kiss Yusuke's neck, using lips and teeth to explore, to find the most sensitive places. He was delighted with the soft little whimpers and groans that fell freely from Yusuke's mouth.
"Too much," Yusuke panted, feebly pulling at Kurama's shirt.
Frowning, Kurama pulled back. "Too much?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. Had he pushed the boy farther than he was ready to go?
"Wearing. Need off," Yusuke whined, rocking into Kurama's hips demandingly.
Laughing in relief as much as amusement, Kurama used the hand that had been in Yusuke's hair to open his shirt and push it off his shoulders, Yusuke helping some. "Better?" he asked when he was bare to the waist.
Yusuke moaned and leaned forward, his lips going to Kurama's neck, his hands exploring Kurama's back and sides. He went for places that Kurama had kissed him, the places that had caused him to make the loudest noises.
Kurama's laughter became a moan and he threaded his fingers through Yusuke's hair to guide him to the places that he most liked to be kissed. "I'll take that as a yes," he teased, rubbing his cheek against Yusuke's head.
"Partially," Yusuke managed to answer. "You're still wearing pants, so'm I."
"I'll take care of that in a minute," Kurama said, changing their dance a little to allow him to walk Yusuke over to the bed. Yusuke turned them and pushed Kurama down only to have Kurama keep them moving until they were pressed against the wall and he was on top again. "I'll lead this time," he said, covering Yusuke's mouth with his own before the brunet could protest. He reached between their bodies and wrapped his fingers around Yusuke's cock through his pants, stroking a few times before working the button and zipper down expertly. He smirked and then moved from kissing Yusuke to sucking him off, ignoring the flesh between.
Yusuke howled and would have come had Kurama not wrapped his fingers tightly around the base of his cock. His fingers curled in Kurama's hair, pulling and twisting as he tried to thrust uncoordinatedly into that moist heat but was held down. "Kurama," he whined, begging.
Kurama continued to work on Yusuke's shaft, sucking and licking, creating a near vacuum around the head as though he were trying to draw Yusuke's whole body into his mouth, then letting his head slide down, angling his head and Yusuke's cock so he could take the whole thing in, using his tongue to trace out the bumps and vessels that lined Yusuke's cock before he pulled back and repeated the process. He kept his fingers ringed around the base of Yusuke's erection, preventing him from coming until he was ready to let him, though. His other hand worked Yusuke's pants off then teased at his opening, pressing in gently, but not very far yet. Later, when he let the boy think again, he'd inform him that his hair wasn't to be treated that way, though, oddly, he liked it when Yusuke did it.
"Kurama, please, let me fucking come," Yusuke whined, though it took him far longer to say the words. He was barely coherent at this point, twisting and writhing, completely Kurama's plaything. He had lifted his legs, spreading them so that Kurama could toy with his ass, had squirmed away from the wall so that Kurama had room to move. "Please," he whined, drawing the word out, twisting it into a scream when Kurama released the fingers around his cock and he came hard enough to turn everything he could see white.
When anything made sense again, Kurama's dick was in his ass and it felt wonderful, moving in and out, stoking a fire deep within him, one he was surprised could burn again after such an intense orgasm. "Kurama," he groaned, his hands still in the redhead's hair. He tugged, drawing Kurama down so he could kiss him. His whole body was warm, his chest looser feeling than he could ever remember and he wanted more. When Kurama's lips touched his, everything that existed in the entire universe was between them. His fingers tightened in Kurama's hair, deepening their kiss.
Kurama knew Yusuke was falling for him, it was obvious. In some ways, he dreaded it. He didn't need another attachment, but Yusuke could take care of himself and he was pretty sure the boy wouldn't mention it, much less need his protection; he was strong enough to stand on his own. He doubted that Yusuke would really let anyone, even himself, know that he was in love, unlike Kuwabara with Yukina. He pushed those thoughts away and enjoyed Yusuke's body, the building heat that flowed between them, the long slow dance of their hips. He rolled them over, keeping his dick in Yusuke's body, encouraging the boy to ride him, until they both came, Yusuke screaming again. He held Yusuke, letting the feelings the boy had grow. What would it hurt? And, there was a good chance he could use them somehow.
It was at that point that any interest Yusuke might have had in Kuwabara faded. He had Kurama and it was enough. Besides, the redhead really knew how to make him feel good where as Kuwabara tended to rebuff his advances, clumsy as they were. Yusuke wasn't the type to be pie-eyed, though. Once he recovered and they took a shower together, in which Kurama showed him how to truly enjoy cleaning a cock, Yusuke was back to treating Kurama as he had before, though with a bit more respect.
Yusuke walked Kurama home and was on his way back when he felt something weird. As you know, he ran into the Toguro brothers, previously thought dead but only faking it, and were invited to the Ankokubujutsukai.
Now, you're wondering why Kurama and Hiei were together, aren't you? Yes, Kurama had gone off to tell Hiei about his experience with Yusuke, to let the petite demon know how the boy had taken being fucked. He left the deepening attachment Yusuke felt out of it. Hiei didn't care to know and Kurama saw no point in sharing it. After the meeting with Toguro, though, he did talk to Hiei about needing to train Kuwabara and the petite demon agreed, though he flat out refused to do anything more than combat training with him. As Kurama didn't think Kuwabara would be interested, he agreed to that condition.
Before Yusuke left to return to Genkai, Kurama made love to him again, spending the whole night with the boy, keeping him from sleep, leaving kiss marks only where the boy's pants would hide them. He was sure Genkai would bitch at him for showing up tired, but he also knew that Yusuke would perform better for the time taken.
After Yusuke left, Kurama was about to go to Kuwabara's house when the boy showed up as his. Hiding a smirk, Kurama listened to what he had to say. His use of words like 'power up' or 'level up' caused some concern, but he didn't say anything about that. They needed the strength they could get. "Meet Hiei and me out by the forest tomorrow morning. We'll train you."
"Thanks," Kuwabara said, nodding grimly.
"And, Kuwabara-kun," Kurama said, waiting for the boy to acknowledge him. "It won't be easy. You may die from the experience."
Kuwabara swallowed visibly and nodded again. "I know."