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lady_flamewingFandom: Yu Yu Hakusho
Pairing: Kurama x Yusuke
Rating: Hard R for pre-sex.
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30_kisses challenge, "look over here". A longer piece, more physical than emotional. Not quite as sweet as the last ones, and with a pretty hearty helping of Kuwabara thrown in, as well. It's hard to separate the three of them, I've found.
Enjoy! Comments and criticisms are welcomed. Also, I don't have a beta, so if anyone's willing to volunteer to help me out, that'd be great. It might help if you like my writing, though.
Panting slightly, Kurama hurtled around a corner into what should have been – if logic was anything to judge by – a deserted alley. Looking back on it later, he would come to the conclusion that, given Murphy’s Law, he really shouldn’t have been so surprised when he rebounded off something unbelievably solid, but also oddly familiar.
The whatever-it-was appeared not to notice for a few moments, but Kurama ricocheted like a pinball on speed, arms windmilling wildly. In an instant of panic, he envisioned his gruesome fate should he stagger back out of the cover of the alley and into sight of his pursuers, but the something-or-other suddenly reached out, enfolded one of his wrists in a calloused hand, and pulled, reeling him into safety.
“You all right?” the not-quite-a-stranger asked with some concern. Kurama barely registered the question, too preoccupied with extracting himself from the iron grip and moving deeper into the darkness.
“Hello, Kuwabara,” he replied absently, before he stumbled abruptly over something that had connected rather soundly with his shins. He would have fallen, if not for Kuwabara, who had yet to release his hand. Instead the human boy tightened his grip and tugged gently, letting the fox fall against his chest in order to regain his balance.
Looking down, Kurama discovered one Urameshi Yusuke, who was crouched low to the ground, beer can hanging loosely from one hand, and watching the proceedings with unconcealed amusement.
“They’re after you again, aren’t they?” he asked slyly. Kurama only shot him a rather acid glare that probably would have been more threatening if he hadn’t been firmly tangled in Kuwabara’s jacket.
“I believe that falls under the delicate category of ‘None of your business’,” he replied scathingly, becoming uncharacteristically desperate and simply yanking himself free, leaving behind several long, red hairs trailing from Kuwabara’s jacket buttons. As he made again for the concealing shadows, rubbing his head with a wince, he added, “Though, should anyone happen to come by looking for Minamino Shuuichi, I would appreciate you turning them off my trail.”
Yusuke straightened and stretched with the lazy grace of the long-trained martial artist. “You know, I bet we could even do you one better,” he remarked casually, exchanging a conspiratorial glance with Kuwabara, who grinned like a cat with a mouse.
“How-?” Kurama began, with genuine curiosity, but trailed off as he caught sight of the two boys advancing on his with identical mischievous gleams in their eyes. Suddenly, he found himself wondering which was more dangerous: his pursuers, or his best friends. Swiftly, he glanced towards the entrance to the alley, calculating his chances of evading not one, but two, Tantei. His odds didn’t look good.
Catching the flicker of the fox’s eyes and correctly guessing at what he was considering, Yusuke stated mildly, “It’s no use, and you know it. You may outclass Kuwabara, but I outclass you.”
Kurama frowned, but didn’t respond – it was true enough. Deciding to play along for a while, he didn’t resist as Kuwabara stepped forward and pinned his arms behind his back with one powerful hand. Satisfied, Yusuke sauntered to the end of the alley and peered out, Kurama following in response to a nudge from Kuwabara at the small of his back.
Apparently finding what he was after, Yusuke’s face brightened like a boy in a candy shop and he emerged fully, crying out, “Oi! Looking for Minamino-san?” At this, Kurama began to struggle in earnest, feeling the hurt of apparent betrayal quite sharply. Unfazed, Kuwabara merely tightened his grip, grinding Kurama’s wrist bones together – not enough to be painful, but enough to convey an uncomfortable warning.
“Trust us, all right?” the human boy hissed. “Have we ever let you down?”
Kurama subsided, deservedly chastened, and allowed Kuwabara to guide him out to stand behind Yusuke. Even flanked as he was by two of the most powerful – if not the most powerful – beings in the Ningenkai, Kurama still couldn’t stop the chill of terror that crept down his spine at the sight of several dozen squealing girls stampeding down the sidewalk towards him, hearts practically visible in their eyes.
As his classmates bore down on him, Kurama felt a slight tug at the front of his uniform. Glancing down, he found that Kuwabara was quickly unbuttoning his jacket with his free hand, letting the material hang open over his thin white undershirt.
“Somehow, I doubt that’s going to help my cause at all,” Kurama murmured, feeling strangely detached from the situation, a sensation he clinically recognized as a symptom of the onset of extreme panic.
“Just shut up and try to pretend you’re enjoying this,” Kuwabara retorted, roughly yanking both shirt and jacket away to expose Kurama’s neck.
“What are you-?” the demon protested, but the rest of his sentence degenerated into a startled gasp as Kuwabara bent to attach his mouth to the sensitive juncture where neck met shoulder, nipping and licking with the ease of one long-practiced. Far from pretending, Kurama’s mouth dropped open in a low groan of pleasure, muffled when Yusuke whipped around to firmly press their mouths and bodies together.
Almost completely unaware of the movement, Kurama slid his hands probingly up Yusuke’s slim hips and across his back, all to the oddly pleasant backdrop of feminine cries of despair. Pulling the half-demon’s shirt free of his pants, he slid his hands underneath and across bare skin, reveling in the feel of hardened muscles shifting beneath his fingertips as Yusuke rocked his hips repeatedly against Kurama’s own. Behind, Kuwabara slid a hand between the two, splayed his fingers wide against Kurama’s lower abdomen, and pressed the fox closer to him as he ground his hips forward.
When the three broke apart for air, hips still undulating gently, deliberately ignoring the schoolgirls fleeing in every direction, most with tears streaming down their cheeks, Kuwabara glanced up at Yusuke, murmuring against Kurama’s smooth neck, “Your mom at home, Urameshi?”, his breath making the fox shiver with delight as it ghosted across singing nerves.
Yusuke considered this for a moment, far more concerned with staring hungrily at Kurama’s half-lidded eyes and swollen lips. In fact, he became so preoccupied with the demon’s rumpled, barely-coherent appearance that it wasn’t until Kuwabara grew impatient and gave a rough thrust of his hips, driving all three boys forcefully together, that he even remembered he’d been asked a question.
“Yeah, she’s home,” he replied, nipping at Kurama’s full lower lip. Kuwabara swore under his breath at the foiling of his hastily-erected plan, but Yusuke only grinned and leaned over Kurama’s shoulder to kiss the human.
Where he’d been on relatively equal footing with Kurama, in terms of power, the half-demon completely dominated Kuwabara, ravaging his mouth and biting hard enough to draw blood. For Kurama, the feel of two hard bodies pressed to his, the rasp of breathing over his neck, was enough to wrench a desperate whine from his throat. His hips rocked more quickly, almost frantically, far beyond caring that he was currently but a few simple steps away from a tryst with two of his best friends on the side of a public street, only caring that he was close, so close.
With a dangerous grin at Kurama’s wordless pleading, Yusuke broke away from Kuwabara, leaving the human panting for breath through bruised and bloodied lips. “Yeah, she’s home,” he repeated, turning his attentions back to Kurama, trailing teasing kisses along Kurama’s jaw line as he continued, “but she’s just come back from one of those damned drinking binges. She’s dead to the world.”
Kuwabara gave a low, breathless chuckle and stepped quickly away from Kurama, who whimpered softly at the loss of contact and attempted to turn and reclaim that warm body in his arms. His movement was abruptly halted, however, as Yusuke sank sharp canines into his neck in an exceptionally predatory motion.
At the unexpected jolt of pain, Kurama gave a keening wail, and with a vicious thrust of his hips, threw his head back and let the building pleasure snap and overwhelm him, pulsing through his body. As his legs buckled underneath him, Yusuke caught him carefully.
“Care to accompany me home, fox?” the Toushin purred into his ear, and Kurama suddenly found that he wasn’t as exhausted as he’d first thought.
“Only on the condition that our incredibly frustrated-looking human friend joins us, as well,” he returned, turning to press suggestively against Yusuke and leveling a seductive glance at Kuwabara, who eyes were devouring the sleek curve where Kurama’s body met Yusuke’s.
“Deal.”
Pairing: Kurama x Yusuke
Rating: Hard R for pre-sex.
A piece written for the
30_kisses challenge, "look over here". A longer piece, more physical than emotional. Not quite as sweet as the last ones, and with a pretty hearty helping of Kuwabara thrown in, as well. It's hard to separate the three of them, I've found.Enjoy! Comments and criticisms are welcomed. Also, I don't have a beta, so if anyone's willing to volunteer to help me out, that'd be great. It might help if you like my writing, though.
Panting slightly, Kurama hurtled around a corner into what should have been – if logic was anything to judge by – a deserted alley. Looking back on it later, he would come to the conclusion that, given Murphy’s Law, he really shouldn’t have been so surprised when he rebounded off something unbelievably solid, but also oddly familiar.
The whatever-it-was appeared not to notice for a few moments, but Kurama ricocheted like a pinball on speed, arms windmilling wildly. In an instant of panic, he envisioned his gruesome fate should he stagger back out of the cover of the alley and into sight of his pursuers, but the something-or-other suddenly reached out, enfolded one of his wrists in a calloused hand, and pulled, reeling him into safety.
“You all right?” the not-quite-a-stranger asked with some concern. Kurama barely registered the question, too preoccupied with extracting himself from the iron grip and moving deeper into the darkness.
“Hello, Kuwabara,” he replied absently, before he stumbled abruptly over something that had connected rather soundly with his shins. He would have fallen, if not for Kuwabara, who had yet to release his hand. Instead the human boy tightened his grip and tugged gently, letting the fox fall against his chest in order to regain his balance.
Looking down, Kurama discovered one Urameshi Yusuke, who was crouched low to the ground, beer can hanging loosely from one hand, and watching the proceedings with unconcealed amusement.
“They’re after you again, aren’t they?” he asked slyly. Kurama only shot him a rather acid glare that probably would have been more threatening if he hadn’t been firmly tangled in Kuwabara’s jacket.
“I believe that falls under the delicate category of ‘None of your business’,” he replied scathingly, becoming uncharacteristically desperate and simply yanking himself free, leaving behind several long, red hairs trailing from Kuwabara’s jacket buttons. As he made again for the concealing shadows, rubbing his head with a wince, he added, “Though, should anyone happen to come by looking for Minamino Shuuichi, I would appreciate you turning them off my trail.”
Yusuke straightened and stretched with the lazy grace of the long-trained martial artist. “You know, I bet we could even do you one better,” he remarked casually, exchanging a conspiratorial glance with Kuwabara, who grinned like a cat with a mouse.
“How-?” Kurama began, with genuine curiosity, but trailed off as he caught sight of the two boys advancing on his with identical mischievous gleams in their eyes. Suddenly, he found himself wondering which was more dangerous: his pursuers, or his best friends. Swiftly, he glanced towards the entrance to the alley, calculating his chances of evading not one, but two, Tantei. His odds didn’t look good.
Catching the flicker of the fox’s eyes and correctly guessing at what he was considering, Yusuke stated mildly, “It’s no use, and you know it. You may outclass Kuwabara, but I outclass you.”
Kurama frowned, but didn’t respond – it was true enough. Deciding to play along for a while, he didn’t resist as Kuwabara stepped forward and pinned his arms behind his back with one powerful hand. Satisfied, Yusuke sauntered to the end of the alley and peered out, Kurama following in response to a nudge from Kuwabara at the small of his back.
Apparently finding what he was after, Yusuke’s face brightened like a boy in a candy shop and he emerged fully, crying out, “Oi! Looking for Minamino-san?” At this, Kurama began to struggle in earnest, feeling the hurt of apparent betrayal quite sharply. Unfazed, Kuwabara merely tightened his grip, grinding Kurama’s wrist bones together – not enough to be painful, but enough to convey an uncomfortable warning.
“Trust us, all right?” the human boy hissed. “Have we ever let you down?”
Kurama subsided, deservedly chastened, and allowed Kuwabara to guide him out to stand behind Yusuke. Even flanked as he was by two of the most powerful – if not the most powerful – beings in the Ningenkai, Kurama still couldn’t stop the chill of terror that crept down his spine at the sight of several dozen squealing girls stampeding down the sidewalk towards him, hearts practically visible in their eyes.
As his classmates bore down on him, Kurama felt a slight tug at the front of his uniform. Glancing down, he found that Kuwabara was quickly unbuttoning his jacket with his free hand, letting the material hang open over his thin white undershirt.
“Somehow, I doubt that’s going to help my cause at all,” Kurama murmured, feeling strangely detached from the situation, a sensation he clinically recognized as a symptom of the onset of extreme panic.
“Just shut up and try to pretend you’re enjoying this,” Kuwabara retorted, roughly yanking both shirt and jacket away to expose Kurama’s neck.
“What are you-?” the demon protested, but the rest of his sentence degenerated into a startled gasp as Kuwabara bent to attach his mouth to the sensitive juncture where neck met shoulder, nipping and licking with the ease of one long-practiced. Far from pretending, Kurama’s mouth dropped open in a low groan of pleasure, muffled when Yusuke whipped around to firmly press their mouths and bodies together.
Almost completely unaware of the movement, Kurama slid his hands probingly up Yusuke’s slim hips and across his back, all to the oddly pleasant backdrop of feminine cries of despair. Pulling the half-demon’s shirt free of his pants, he slid his hands underneath and across bare skin, reveling in the feel of hardened muscles shifting beneath his fingertips as Yusuke rocked his hips repeatedly against Kurama’s own. Behind, Kuwabara slid a hand between the two, splayed his fingers wide against Kurama’s lower abdomen, and pressed the fox closer to him as he ground his hips forward.
When the three broke apart for air, hips still undulating gently, deliberately ignoring the schoolgirls fleeing in every direction, most with tears streaming down their cheeks, Kuwabara glanced up at Yusuke, murmuring against Kurama’s smooth neck, “Your mom at home, Urameshi?”, his breath making the fox shiver with delight as it ghosted across singing nerves.
Yusuke considered this for a moment, far more concerned with staring hungrily at Kurama’s half-lidded eyes and swollen lips. In fact, he became so preoccupied with the demon’s rumpled, barely-coherent appearance that it wasn’t until Kuwabara grew impatient and gave a rough thrust of his hips, driving all three boys forcefully together, that he even remembered he’d been asked a question.
“Yeah, she’s home,” he replied, nipping at Kurama’s full lower lip. Kuwabara swore under his breath at the foiling of his hastily-erected plan, but Yusuke only grinned and leaned over Kurama’s shoulder to kiss the human.
Where he’d been on relatively equal footing with Kurama, in terms of power, the half-demon completely dominated Kuwabara, ravaging his mouth and biting hard enough to draw blood. For Kurama, the feel of two hard bodies pressed to his, the rasp of breathing over his neck, was enough to wrench a desperate whine from his throat. His hips rocked more quickly, almost frantically, far beyond caring that he was currently but a few simple steps away from a tryst with two of his best friends on the side of a public street, only caring that he was close, so close.
With a dangerous grin at Kurama’s wordless pleading, Yusuke broke away from Kuwabara, leaving the human panting for breath through bruised and bloodied lips. “Yeah, she’s home,” he repeated, turning his attentions back to Kurama, trailing teasing kisses along Kurama’s jaw line as he continued, “but she’s just come back from one of those damned drinking binges. She’s dead to the world.”
Kuwabara gave a low, breathless chuckle and stepped quickly away from Kurama, who whimpered softly at the loss of contact and attempted to turn and reclaim that warm body in his arms. His movement was abruptly halted, however, as Yusuke sank sharp canines into his neck in an exceptionally predatory motion.
At the unexpected jolt of pain, Kurama gave a keening wail, and with a vicious thrust of his hips, threw his head back and let the building pleasure snap and overwhelm him, pulsing through his body. As his legs buckled underneath him, Yusuke caught him carefully.
“Care to accompany me home, fox?” the Toushin purred into his ear, and Kurama suddenly found that he wasn’t as exhausted as he’d first thought.
“Only on the condition that our incredibly frustrated-looking human friend joins us, as well,” he returned, turning to press suggestively against Yusuke and leveling a seductive glance at Kuwabara, who eyes were devouring the sleek curve where Kurama’s body met Yusuke’s.
“Deal.”
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Date: 2006-09-25 04:46 am (UTC)It makes me sad when people try. ^_^ I love these three together, and if any two of them decided to drag the third along for a ride, I think it would be just about the hottest thing ever.
I love how Kurama is more concerned about the fangirl pursuit than the large individual he has just bumped into in a dark alley. I also love that Kuwabara and Yuusuke are hanging out in an alley getting drunk. ;)
This is yummy. And shiny. And... guh. *promises to be more coherent later*
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Date: 2006-09-25 05:06 am (UTC)My thoughts exactly.
I don't mind the incoherency. I think it's the first time I've ever managed to make anyone incoherent, actually. It's kinda fun...
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Date: 2007-10-23 04:29 am (UTC)Also, I love how Kurama was more afraid of his fangirls than his powerful demon friend and the other he was currently at the mercy of. Nice job!
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Date: 2007-10-23 04:32 am (UTC)Hey, if I were Kurama, I'd be afraid of my fangirls, too.