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lady_flamewingTitle: The Perils of Lace Trim
Fandom: Yu Yu Hakusho
Pairing: Yusuke/Kurama
Rating: NC-17 for graphic yaoi.
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nightwalker
As seems to be the trend with my Yusuke/Kurama pieces (at least, recently) a total PWP that has a good deal of silly thrown in. Kurama's being meticulous, and Yusuke's being a freeloader. Or, at least, that's how it starts out.
Yusuke’s already gotten pretty used to the fact that Kurama’s not normal by any standards. What with his secretly being a demon, having lived for several hundred years (or long enough to have stopped counting his birthdays, at the very least), being freakishly intelligent, and actually liking school – yeah, definitely not normal. Regardless, when he lets himself into Kurama’s house on one of his sporadic visits (he loves these, especially when Kurama’s mother is home, ‘cause a home-cooked meal beats takeout any day), he’s not quite prepared for Kurama to come hurtling out of the kitchen brandishing a wooden spoon and looking entirely too much like death in a flowery pink apron.
“Say, ‘ahh’,” the fox-demon demands.
“Wha-?” Yusuke manages before the spoon is thrust between his parted lips, and there’s a warm something pooling in his mouth. He’s not sure he wants to think too hard about it.
“Well?” Kurama asks impatiently. “What you do think? Is it good?”
Cautiously, for several years of being around Kurama has finally taught him some caution, Yusuke rolls the…soup, he realizes belatedly – thick, rich, and absolutely delicious…over his tongue before swallowing. “Yeah,” he says finally, with some surprise. “Yeah, it is.”
“Oh, good,” the fox-demon sighs, sounding relieved. He retreats quickly to the kitchen, and Yusuke follows, more than a little baffled.
“What’s going on?” he asks curiously, peering around at the various pots, pans, bowls, measuring cups, and a lot of items he can’t even put a name to scattered about the kitchen. He pauses in his perusal as the initial shock (and momentary fear for his life) of the meeting wears off, and takes another look at Kurama. This time, the fox-demon’s rather…unusual choice of apparel actually registers, and Yusuke promptly dissolves into gales of laughter.
“Forget what you’re doing,” he finally manages to gasp out as Kurama smoothes his hands disconcertedly over his apron. His pink, frilly, flowery, lace-trimmed – Yusuke collapses onto one of the stools at the counter, holding his sides. “What are you wearing?”
“It was the only apron in the house,” Kurama offers weakly. “I didn’t want to stain anything.”
Yusuke finally manages to collect himself. “All right, so what is all of this?” he asks again, wiping a few stray tears from his face and gesturing around the cluttered kitchen.
Kurama gives his apron one last dubious glance before he answers. “My mother and my stepfather. It’s their anniversary tomorrow.”
Yusuke grins as Kurama turns back to the stove. “Hey, that’s great. Tell ‘em congrats from me, will you?”
“Thank you, I will. Anyway, I offered to cook dinner to celebrate, but I had to be sure I could. I’ve done simple recipes before, of course, but I wanted this to be special. You wouldn’t believe how involved some of these dishes are.”
Yusuke nods thoughtfully, and a perfectly comfortable silence descends for a moment, while Kurama stirs and bastes and tests and Yusuke absently swivels back and forth on the stool. Then, Yusuke grins and asks casually, “So, got anything else you want me to taste?”
Kurama glances over his shoulder with a smile. “Well, if you’re willing to stick around for a bit, I’m sure I can whip something up.”
Yusuke spins and leans back, resting his elbows on the counter and shrugging easily. “Not like I’ve got anywhere to be.”
He hears Kurama laugh behind him, and the sound makes him smile.
****
The apron goes completely forgotten for the next few months, unspoken of by either of them. At least, until one morning when Yusuke wakes and reaches for Kurama, only to encounter empty space on the other side of the bed.
Frowning, he sits up, stretches until his spine lets off a few satisfying pops, and heads for the kitchen. As he steps into the doorway, he’s rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with a jaw-cracking yawn, but his hands fall limply to his sides a moment later.
Kurama is perched delicately on the edge of the kitchen counter, a bowl of fresh strawberries beside him. He’s got one leg crossed across the other, and Yusuke’s eyes dart immediately to the sleek, bare curve of hip this position reveals beneath the…apron.
It takes a moment for Yusuke to realize that this flash of bare skin means that the apron’s all Kurama is wearing, and his breath quickens at the thought. Slight movement makes him tear his eyes from the smooth skin of Kurama’s leg, only to find that the fox-demon has taken one of the berries and bitten into it, sending its dark red juice running slowly down the elegant line of his exposed neck.
Yusuke prowls towards him. There’s no other word for it. He moves across the kitchen in long, slow strides, his eyes never leaving that sticky-sweet trail on Kurama’s throat. When he reaches his lover, he slides his fingers into long, red locks and tips Kurama’s head back, lapping hungrily at his neck.
“Do you still not like my apron, Yusuke?” he hears from over his head, and he growls against Kurama’s skin.
“No, I don’t,” he hisses, biting down none-too-gently and reveling in the pleased gasp that results. “In fact, I’d much rather see it on the floor where it belongs.” And with that, he gathers a fistful of the apron and tears it from Kurama’s body.
The fabric doesn’t yield easily, and it leaves behind angry red stripes on Kurama’s skin, tender patches that Yusuke immediately turns his attention towards, scraping and biting and teasing. He can’t get enough of the way Kurama arches into the harsh touches, the way his legs part easily to let Yusuke slip between them, the way he pants and groans and melts as Yusuke picks him up and bears him to the floor, until he finally breaks and begs.
“Please, Yusuke. Please,” he whispers, and Yusuke takes him, sliding into him on the cool tiles of the kitchen floor. He rolls onto his back, letting Kurama take control, and watches in awe as the fox-demon moves above him.
Kurama’s back arches, and his legs flex with a powerful grace, and that gorgeous red hair is fucking everywhere, and Yusuke nearly forgets how to breathe. He can’t get his hands to move. He’s trapped between the cold below him and the heat above, and it’s incredible. All it takes is watching – feeling – Kurama, and he’s close, so close.
And then Kurama falters. He reaches up, tangles his fingers into his own hair, and pulls with a keening wail, and Yusuke is there. He hears Kurama cry out, hears himself echo it, and then everything fades under the intense flood of pleasure.
He blinks himself slowly back into the world, running gentle fingers through Kurama’s hair, simply breathing in and out and…he sniffs the air curiously.
“Kurama?” he asks softly. The fox-demon stirs against his chest.
“Mmm?”
“Is something burning?”
The calm silence extends for a few beats, and then Yusuke hears a sharp intake of breath before Kurama explodes into frenzied motion.
“Oh, god, the waffles!” the fox-demon cries, struggling to his feet and giving Yusuke quite a few good elbows and knees in rather delicate places in the process. Yusuke only grunts softly at the impacts and tilts his head to watch from the floor as Kurama flails and curses. He laughs quietly as smoke billows around the kitchen and reaches for his lover.
“Forget the waffles,” he murmurs soothingly, as Kurama pouts and attempts to scrape the blackened remnants from the waffle iron with a spatula. “Come back down here with me.”
Kurama gives a defeated sigh and tosses the spatula into the sink. “I suppose they’re a lost cause anyway,” he murmurs. He starts to lower himself to the floor again, but Yusuke stops him with a light touch on his ankle. When the fox-demon glances down curiously, Yusuke grins.
“Bring the strawberries.”
Enjoy! Comments and criticisms are welcomed.
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30_kisses, yyhyaoi, and reikaiwriters.
Fandom: Yu Yu Hakusho
Pairing: Yusuke/Kurama
Rating: NC-17 for graphic yaoi.
Beta:
nightwalkerAs seems to be the trend with my Yusuke/Kurama pieces (at least, recently) a total PWP that has a good deal of silly thrown in. Kurama's being meticulous, and Yusuke's being a freeloader. Or, at least, that's how it starts out.
Yusuke’s already gotten pretty used to the fact that Kurama’s not normal by any standards. What with his secretly being a demon, having lived for several hundred years (or long enough to have stopped counting his birthdays, at the very least), being freakishly intelligent, and actually liking school – yeah, definitely not normal. Regardless, when he lets himself into Kurama’s house on one of his sporadic visits (he loves these, especially when Kurama’s mother is home, ‘cause a home-cooked meal beats takeout any day), he’s not quite prepared for Kurama to come hurtling out of the kitchen brandishing a wooden spoon and looking entirely too much like death in a flowery pink apron.
“Say, ‘ahh’,” the fox-demon demands.
“Wha-?” Yusuke manages before the spoon is thrust between his parted lips, and there’s a warm something pooling in his mouth. He’s not sure he wants to think too hard about it.
“Well?” Kurama asks impatiently. “What you do think? Is it good?”
Cautiously, for several years of being around Kurama has finally taught him some caution, Yusuke rolls the…soup, he realizes belatedly – thick, rich, and absolutely delicious…over his tongue before swallowing. “Yeah,” he says finally, with some surprise. “Yeah, it is.”
“Oh, good,” the fox-demon sighs, sounding relieved. He retreats quickly to the kitchen, and Yusuke follows, more than a little baffled.
“What’s going on?” he asks curiously, peering around at the various pots, pans, bowls, measuring cups, and a lot of items he can’t even put a name to scattered about the kitchen. He pauses in his perusal as the initial shock (and momentary fear for his life) of the meeting wears off, and takes another look at Kurama. This time, the fox-demon’s rather…unusual choice of apparel actually registers, and Yusuke promptly dissolves into gales of laughter.
“Forget what you’re doing,” he finally manages to gasp out as Kurama smoothes his hands disconcertedly over his apron. His pink, frilly, flowery, lace-trimmed – Yusuke collapses onto one of the stools at the counter, holding his sides. “What are you wearing?”
“It was the only apron in the house,” Kurama offers weakly. “I didn’t want to stain anything.”
Yusuke finally manages to collect himself. “All right, so what is all of this?” he asks again, wiping a few stray tears from his face and gesturing around the cluttered kitchen.
Kurama gives his apron one last dubious glance before he answers. “My mother and my stepfather. It’s their anniversary tomorrow.”
Yusuke grins as Kurama turns back to the stove. “Hey, that’s great. Tell ‘em congrats from me, will you?”
“Thank you, I will. Anyway, I offered to cook dinner to celebrate, but I had to be sure I could. I’ve done simple recipes before, of course, but I wanted this to be special. You wouldn’t believe how involved some of these dishes are.”
Yusuke nods thoughtfully, and a perfectly comfortable silence descends for a moment, while Kurama stirs and bastes and tests and Yusuke absently swivels back and forth on the stool. Then, Yusuke grins and asks casually, “So, got anything else you want me to taste?”
Kurama glances over his shoulder with a smile. “Well, if you’re willing to stick around for a bit, I’m sure I can whip something up.”
Yusuke spins and leans back, resting his elbows on the counter and shrugging easily. “Not like I’ve got anywhere to be.”
He hears Kurama laugh behind him, and the sound makes him smile.
****
The apron goes completely forgotten for the next few months, unspoken of by either of them. At least, until one morning when Yusuke wakes and reaches for Kurama, only to encounter empty space on the other side of the bed.
Frowning, he sits up, stretches until his spine lets off a few satisfying pops, and heads for the kitchen. As he steps into the doorway, he’s rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with a jaw-cracking yawn, but his hands fall limply to his sides a moment later.
Kurama is perched delicately on the edge of the kitchen counter, a bowl of fresh strawberries beside him. He’s got one leg crossed across the other, and Yusuke’s eyes dart immediately to the sleek, bare curve of hip this position reveals beneath the…apron.
It takes a moment for Yusuke to realize that this flash of bare skin means that the apron’s all Kurama is wearing, and his breath quickens at the thought. Slight movement makes him tear his eyes from the smooth skin of Kurama’s leg, only to find that the fox-demon has taken one of the berries and bitten into it, sending its dark red juice running slowly down the elegant line of his exposed neck.
Yusuke prowls towards him. There’s no other word for it. He moves across the kitchen in long, slow strides, his eyes never leaving that sticky-sweet trail on Kurama’s throat. When he reaches his lover, he slides his fingers into long, red locks and tips Kurama’s head back, lapping hungrily at his neck.
“Do you still not like my apron, Yusuke?” he hears from over his head, and he growls against Kurama’s skin.
“No, I don’t,” he hisses, biting down none-too-gently and reveling in the pleased gasp that results. “In fact, I’d much rather see it on the floor where it belongs.” And with that, he gathers a fistful of the apron and tears it from Kurama’s body.
The fabric doesn’t yield easily, and it leaves behind angry red stripes on Kurama’s skin, tender patches that Yusuke immediately turns his attention towards, scraping and biting and teasing. He can’t get enough of the way Kurama arches into the harsh touches, the way his legs part easily to let Yusuke slip between them, the way he pants and groans and melts as Yusuke picks him up and bears him to the floor, until he finally breaks and begs.
“Please, Yusuke. Please,” he whispers, and Yusuke takes him, sliding into him on the cool tiles of the kitchen floor. He rolls onto his back, letting Kurama take control, and watches in awe as the fox-demon moves above him.
Kurama’s back arches, and his legs flex with a powerful grace, and that gorgeous red hair is fucking everywhere, and Yusuke nearly forgets how to breathe. He can’t get his hands to move. He’s trapped between the cold below him and the heat above, and it’s incredible. All it takes is watching – feeling – Kurama, and he’s close, so close.
And then Kurama falters. He reaches up, tangles his fingers into his own hair, and pulls with a keening wail, and Yusuke is there. He hears Kurama cry out, hears himself echo it, and then everything fades under the intense flood of pleasure.
He blinks himself slowly back into the world, running gentle fingers through Kurama’s hair, simply breathing in and out and…he sniffs the air curiously.
“Kurama?” he asks softly. The fox-demon stirs against his chest.
“Mmm?”
“Is something burning?”
The calm silence extends for a few beats, and then Yusuke hears a sharp intake of breath before Kurama explodes into frenzied motion.
“Oh, god, the waffles!” the fox-demon cries, struggling to his feet and giving Yusuke quite a few good elbows and knees in rather delicate places in the process. Yusuke only grunts softly at the impacts and tilts his head to watch from the floor as Kurama flails and curses. He laughs quietly as smoke billows around the kitchen and reaches for his lover.
“Forget the waffles,” he murmurs soothingly, as Kurama pouts and attempts to scrape the blackened remnants from the waffle iron with a spatula. “Come back down here with me.”
Kurama gives a defeated sigh and tosses the spatula into the sink. “I suppose they’re a lost cause anyway,” he murmurs. He starts to lower himself to the floor again, but Yusuke stops him with a light touch on his ankle. When the fox-demon glances down curiously, Yusuke grins.
“Bring the strawberries.”
Enjoy! Comments and criticisms are welcomed.
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Date: 2007-11-26 02:41 pm (UTC)awesome job ♥♥
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Date: 2007-11-26 04:04 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it.
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Date: 2008-01-25 02:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-25 02:57 am (UTC)But it's totally cool. Comments make me happy. And yours are always so wonderful.
I'm glad you're back.
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Date: 2009-08-26 06:06 am (UTC)I've friended you~? Would you like to friend me back~~?
[Piano-playing, YYH-obsessed, Japanese-learning, Gemini fanfiction authors unite~!]
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Date: 2009-08-26 06:22 am (UTC)Absolutely - in fact, you're already friended! I love having more people to talk YYH with.
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Date: 2009-08-26 06:28 am (UTC)For some reason people say I'm great at Kurama/Hiei, though. x.o;; Bleh. As though everyone and their mother haven't jumped on that ship, at some point~! I admire people who can write my OTP('That Strange and Subtle Magic of Birthdays' is the fic I'm biting my nails on--for.
Wheeee, there's something to do with something messed-up in the worlds, isn't there~? And the timeline's all weird, and their memories have been messed-with and it's something creepy, like that, I'll bet~~ ...don't mind me. I like to rant-speculate. x.o;; Ehe~ YYH~~)
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Date: 2009-08-26 06:34 am (UTC)Whoops. Probably means I should get back on posting that, huh? I forget sometimes, in the hustle and bustle of everything, but I swear that will all get posted at some point. Feel free to prod me periodically to make sure I don't forget, LOL.
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Date: 2009-08-26 06:43 am (UTC):: Threatens to poke mercilessly~! ::
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Date: 2009-08-26 06:45 am (UTC)*edges away nervously*
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Date: 2009-08-26 06:54 am (UTC)Lesser friends than you have been speared! :: Disarming smile~~ ::
[I like this icon way too much, and it's so underused~~~ ;.;~]
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Date: 2009-08-26 06:56 am (UTC)It's a pretty awesome icon. I, sadly, have not gotten around to making this a paid account yet, so I only have the paltry 6 icons to use...
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Date: 2009-08-26 07:04 am (UTC)[You can schteal the icon and save it somewhere if you want, I made it so I get to say who gets it. Rawr. It's from an awesome doujinshi. "The Jagan Master's Boredom", and... Kurama's trying to study, and Hiei's chasing a fly around with his sword because Kurama won't be bothered by him, and he flings the sword at the fly, and the sword... impales Kurama's textbook. xDDD And. Then Hiei gets the look you see in the icon. x3 ]
...Lol! That icon you just used makes my Karasu want to explode things(he's all... restrained and such, in the fic I'm currently writing, and lacks the youki to do so, himself~). xD
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Date: 2009-08-26 07:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-26 07:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-09 04:31 am (UTC)Also, I've read, like, 10 of your stories tonight and a lot of them include descriptions of backs popping. Coincidentally, my current job makes me wish I could pop my back. I tried to get my coworker to pop my back the other night, but to no avail.
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Date: 2010-07-10 04:47 am (UTC)