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lady_flamewingTitle: That Strange and Subtle Magic of Birthdays, Part 7 of 11.
Fandom: Yu Yu Hakusho
Pairing: Yusuke/Kurama
Rating: PG-13 for some racy imagery.
A/N: A multi-part, sort-of-AU fic inspired by a number of different sources, but most notably by the short story "The Djinn in the Nightingale's Eye". And, yes, I will actually finish this. Expect another part shortly after this update, to make up for my utter fail in posting, and the incredible brevity of this chapter.
With a frustrated sigh, Yusuke rolls onto his side. He knows he should be asleep – wants to be asleep, it’s too damn early for him to be conscious – but there’s just too much to think about. Resigned, he opens his eyes.
He’s surprised to find Kurama perched on the thin sill of his window, gazing out, one slender leg drawn up to his chest. The moonlight bleaches his hair to silver where it falls on him, makes the delicate angles of his face cast harsh shadows. The djinn looks sleek, dark, dangerous, but Yusuke’s body doesn’t seem to realize what his mind knows, because the arousal flares just the same.
And just as before, he’s helpless against the images that flood his mind: the other Kurama beneath him, knees pressed to his chest, face flushed and eyes glazed over with lust as Yusuke thrusts into him, power leaping and crackling and biting, and –
“Yusuke?”
In a startling parallel of earlier, that soft voice cuts through Yusuke’s thoughts. He glances over to see Kurama gazing steadily at him, expression unreadable.
“What’s up?” Yusuke asks softly. “Can’t sleep?”
Kurama doesn’t answer, just watches him with that steady gaze, and Yusuke has the discomfiting feeling that the djinn knows exactly what has just been running through Yusuke’s mind. Nevertheless, he continues speaking, rolling onto his stomach and propping himself up on his elbows.
“Me neither,” he remarks, and instead of the silence he expects, Kurama’s voice drifts to him from across the room.
“Shall I tell you a story?”
When Yusuke turns to look at him this time, there is something in his eyes, something almost…curious, though about what, Yusuke couldn’t say.
“Huh?”
“Is that not what humans do?” Kurama asks, crossing the room to perch delicately on the edge of the bed. Yusuke rolls over onto his back to look up at the djinn. “Tell stories to lull one another to sleep?”
Yusuke considers this for a moment, then shrugs. “Sure, why not? As long as you’ve been around, you’ve got to have some good stories, right?” He sits up a bit, tucks a pillow behind himself, and leans back, settling in. “Fire away.”
For a long time, Kurama only looks at him, and just as Yusuke’s beginning to squirm in discomfort under that penetrating gaze, the djinn inclines his head and looks away.
“As you wish,” he murmurs, and begins.
Fandom: Yu Yu Hakusho
Pairing: Yusuke/Kurama
Rating: PG-13 for some racy imagery.
A/N: A multi-part, sort-of-AU fic inspired by a number of different sources, but most notably by the short story "The Djinn in the Nightingale's Eye". And, yes, I will actually finish this. Expect another part shortly after this update, to make up for my utter fail in posting, and the incredible brevity of this chapter.
With a frustrated sigh, Yusuke rolls onto his side. He knows he should be asleep – wants to be asleep, it’s too damn early for him to be conscious – but there’s just too much to think about. Resigned, he opens his eyes.
He’s surprised to find Kurama perched on the thin sill of his window, gazing out, one slender leg drawn up to his chest. The moonlight bleaches his hair to silver where it falls on him, makes the delicate angles of his face cast harsh shadows. The djinn looks sleek, dark, dangerous, but Yusuke’s body doesn’t seem to realize what his mind knows, because the arousal flares just the same.
And just as before, he’s helpless against the images that flood his mind: the other Kurama beneath him, knees pressed to his chest, face flushed and eyes glazed over with lust as Yusuke thrusts into him, power leaping and crackling and biting, and –
“Yusuke?”
In a startling parallel of earlier, that soft voice cuts through Yusuke’s thoughts. He glances over to see Kurama gazing steadily at him, expression unreadable.
“What’s up?” Yusuke asks softly. “Can’t sleep?”
Kurama doesn’t answer, just watches him with that steady gaze, and Yusuke has the discomfiting feeling that the djinn knows exactly what has just been running through Yusuke’s mind. Nevertheless, he continues speaking, rolling onto his stomach and propping himself up on his elbows.
“Me neither,” he remarks, and instead of the silence he expects, Kurama’s voice drifts to him from across the room.
“Shall I tell you a story?”
When Yusuke turns to look at him this time, there is something in his eyes, something almost…curious, though about what, Yusuke couldn’t say.
“Huh?”
“Is that not what humans do?” Kurama asks, crossing the room to perch delicately on the edge of the bed. Yusuke rolls over onto his back to look up at the djinn. “Tell stories to lull one another to sleep?”
Yusuke considers this for a moment, then shrugs. “Sure, why not? As long as you’ve been around, you’ve got to have some good stories, right?” He sits up a bit, tucks a pillow behind himself, and leans back, settling in. “Fire away.”
For a long time, Kurama only looks at him, and just as Yusuke’s beginning to squirm in discomfort under that penetrating gaze, the djinn inclines his head and looks away.
“As you wish,” he murmurs, and begins.