Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Beauty ❯ Beauty ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Beauty

Author: The laughing corpse

Genre: One shot, shounen-ai, anime/manga.

Rating: R

Warnings: Sexual situations, some nookie, M/M duh.

Fandom: Yu Yu Hakusho

Summary: There are moments where drastic action call for drastic measures, these are one of those times. KuramaxYuusuke.

A/N: Theme # 30: Beauty for Livejournal's 30-yyh prompt community. A side note, I'm basing Kurama's abilities a bit off of Kitsune folklore which works all too well for my convenience.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything people! I will never own the Yu Yu Hakusho series, they solely belong to Yoshihiro Togashi and other big companies own it. I don't make cash out of this meager piece of writing.

 

Beauty

 

For as long as Yuusuke could remember, even when he wasn't in the state of mind to recall past events, he recognized Kurama as a beautiful man. Handsome just didn't completely cover it.


He's beautiful as in looks. Inside he was something else Yuusuke couldn't place a proper word for. He couldn't figure him out and at times he didn't understand where he ticked or what made him tick--aside the remarks concerning his mother. Jokes in relation to Kurama's manliness or his slightly feminine features. None of the remarks people tend to throw at him bothered him.

At times Yuusuke wondered if Kurama believed them and in doing so didn't retaliate back. He'd shrug it away or counter with a slick comment that left those hearing wondering and slightly disturbed. Yuusuke and Kuwabara time and time again stood up for him. It would be nice if the damn fox helped them and not just sit there looking pretty.

The stunts the Kitsune avatar, his teammate, pulled in fights or tight situations boggled him. Logically, Kurama is on the right foot, but at times…Yuusuke just didn't understand him! Like right now for instance. How the Hell does Hiei carry on with him?

Yuusuke had all the time in the world to think over it as he sat back and watched the sleeping Kitsune lying beside him doze off.

They were underneath the giant tree Kurama germinated in seconds not too long ago. The group split up and now Yuusuke didn't know where the Hell was Hiei, Botan and Kuwabara at, and by now there was a 98% chance Kuwabara and the apparition were killing each other off, while Botan either sat there yelling or swinging her oar.

While, the great Urameshi Yuusuke, sat here, doing nothing except watching Kurama heal himself. The lucky demon that became one of Kurama's plants' lunch, struck Kurama in the shoulder with a poisonous claw and viola, here he is now, fighting off the affects of the poison. What a nice way to end the day.

Would he get mad if I drew a mustache on him? Yuusuke mused, knowing better than that, but the idea itself was entertaining. Kurama wouldn't like that and Yuusuke didn't have any type of pen to use for his devious doodles anyway.

Yuusuke crushed the butt of his cigarette on the sole of his sneaker. There's the last of his cigarettes. Damn. It killed off the hunger, but now he didn't have anything to do.

Except, watch over Kurama.

Boring.

Then, his chibi-version of himself, the evil one with the red horns that constantly fought with his shoulder angel, slipped him interesting ideas Yuusuke couldn't seem to flick away. Damn midget devils.

Kurama seemed dead to the world. Lying still as a rock, long thick lashes forming crescents around his smooth, high cheekbones. His complexion wasn't as pale as it was earlier, and his long raven hair didn't stick to the sweat running down his face.

The change relieved Yuusuke for the moment. Kurama, out of the lot, took the harshest of blows and miraculously healed the fastest.

Yet, with his skill you would think he wouldn't allow damage to come to him like it did. Another thing Yuusuke didn't understand. Poke him in the forehead. See if he moves or reacts.

Damn you, chibi-demon! Yuusuke clucked his tongue considering the long lasting effects boredom could have. Oh, Hell. He had to do something and eventually Kurama has to wake-up. Yuusuke could carry him on his back if the case got worse. He had to attempt to search for the rest of the team. Hopefully said team hasn't murdered each other off during Kurama and Yuusuke's absence.

Yuusuke lifted a finger, hovering right above Kurama's forehead. One, two, and…

Kurama's hand snatched Yuusuke's hand. Stopping him before he made contact. His eyelids slowly lifting to give the stunned Toushin his full graceful green eyes. Kurama's staring up right at him. Yuusuke nearly fell back.

Shit.

Now what is he suppose to say?

All right, here he goes. “There was this bug on you.”

“No, there wasn't.”

“How would you know? You were snoring away,” Yuusuke said, pulling his hand out of the Kitsune's grasp. He didn't like Kurama taking him by surprise like that.

“I don't snore,” he stated dryly, the normal smoothness to his voice a bit off. “I could sense movements around me, you in particular.”

“Isn't that nice?” Yuusuke smiled, putting his irksome charm behind it. “Think you can move?”

Kurama swallowed, the dryness in his throat uncomfortable and made the simple action of swallowing and talking difficult. “Some water, please?”

“Oh, sorry. I'll get it for you.” Yuusuke jumped to his feet, feeling a little guilty for not preparing him anything when he did in turn for his sake.

Kurama lifted a hand, stopping him. “No, forget about it. We need to move on.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

Yuusuke shrugged, slipping off his jacket. He kneel down next to Kurama, who was sitting upright now, placing his jacket on Kurama's shoulders. “You look like shit.”

Kurama cracked a lopsided smile, his bluntness came rather refreshing once in the blue. “The feeling is worse, I can assure you.”

“No kidding. To tell you the truth, you won't be able to walk for long. Let's park it here until you do,” Yuusuke said, the idea of his friend dosing off halfway in the walk didn't go well with him. He resumed to his spot hoping food would come their way. He could sure use a nice, big, juicy…

Stop, stop, stop! Thinking about it spiked his hunger.

“Yuusuke.”

“Yeah?” He looked at him, through half-opened eyes.

Kurama licked his lips, itching to strip off the bloodied shirt plastered to his arm and chest. The idea of bathing in blood no longer bode well with him. Back in the day the sensation of covering him and others in blood fascinated and excited him, and sometimes in his Youko form he rekindled that taste again, now though, it bothered him a little. “As Minamino Shuuichi I am limited to certain things you, yourself, and Hiei don't need to concern with. For the moment, right now, I won't be moving on tonight,” Kurama finally admitted, realizing his own youki curling around every inch of his body won't aid him to heal quickly as it usually did.

To stay here until morning might put them both at a disadvantage.

Yuusuke's eyes widened then narrowed understanding. “I know you won't like it, but I'm going to have to carry you on my back then.”

The flicker of distaste and a little of something else passed through those bright green eyes of Kurama's, glowing in a ray of moonlight shining down over them. Yuusuke wasn't into poetic crap of flowery stuff, and he knew that perfectly well about himself, but the only word crossing his mind over and over how enchanting and fetching the young man appeared to be sitting there.

It's no mystery why a lot of people were attracted to him. Kurama is nothing, only beautiful. Sadly, his beauty is the type that can lead to many directions Yuusuke could only shake his head at. I have to wonder how many hearts did he break?

Falling for Kurama is a game the players never have a chance at winning. No one could reach him. Yuusuke had one of those frequent moments he asked himself just why did that bug him and why would he bother to think about it in the first place?

Lack of food and hydration. Yes, that's it. Yuusuke, you need a life. Worrying about other people's sex lives and relationships is going into the extreme phase of boredom.

“No. I rather crawl,” Kurama said, in that tight-lipped tone. The expression coming over his features suddenly unreadable. Yep, he's pissed.

Aha! That's one thing that bothers him. One Brownie point for him. “I done it before, it's not a big deal.”

“Yuusuke, let's not come to an argument I am not willing to negotiate over.”

“Don't give me that—”

“You don't want to incur my bad mood, Yuusuke,” Kurama lowered his tone, that slight slant of a brow a sign nothing ever will dominate it.

If Yuusuke wasn't so hungry he might have found that defiant display a wee bit alarming, but Hell, that's fucking funny. Yuusuke laughed, slapping his knee. “You crack me up, man. Seriously, you slay me.”

Yuusuke laughing at him wasn't something he really wanted to hear. His shoulders drooped. There's no point in trying to scare Yuusuke. That boy is plain—what's the term? That's right, random and unpredictable.

How to handle that type of force?

Kurama certainly wasn't going to permit the unnecessary task of having Yuusuke carrying him. He's perfectly capable of walking on his own two feet. The situation hasn't hit that level in dire and bleak yet.

“Fine, then, what do you have in mind? We can't stay out here, in the woods, all night.” Yuusuke put his hands on his hips as he looked down at the pensive man. Kurama's face reverted back to that blank slate when he hid something. Yuusuke caught that. “You know something, say it. I'm not going camping because you didn't want to tell me something,” Yuusuke said firmly, all laugh and humor slipping off his person.

Kurama sighed. “I rather not say what the available option is.”

“Don't go there. Say it.”

“I'm not going anywhere, Yuusuke. I only feel that if I say what the option is you wouldn't appreciate it at all and I'm reluctant to deal with another problem that is unnecessary,” Kurama said it, feeling tired and dreading the reaction Yuusuke will lash out. He wasn't in the full swing to handle anyone.

“To help you get walking and us outta here I'm willing to listen,” Yuusuke stubbornly said. Growing increasingly irritated with Kurama's attitude. Stupid fox.

He had the others to think about, his mother's ranting and Keiko's bitchfest to deal with should he remain here. He doesn't need that luggage for no reason and he's willing to beat it out of the fox if he doesn't say what it is soon. He could save himself the trouble of this and just knockout Kurama and carry him off. Problem solved. “I'm serious, dammit.”

Kurama sighed, again. Yuusuke wasn't going to let it drop. Great. Not that the little solution he had in mind is distasteful, only Yuusuke will not find it tasteful. “As a last resort, in this form, I can take in energy like true Kitsune can.”

“Really? Why didn't you say so before?”

“No, you see, it isn't as simple as it sounds.”

“Then what's the problem?” Yuusuke asked.

“The method Kitsune usually take `energy' involves what is considered as lewd,” Kurama explained, watching carefully the reaction cross over Yuusuke. “And you, Yuusuke, are the only one here strong enough to withstand the drain,” Kurama finished, letting it sink in.

Yuusuke blinked. Now putting it that way he could see why Kurama refused to spill. Damn. Just damn. Trying to hide the look reaching every corner of his face was a futile attempt. Kurama saw his response, he knew his own response, why try and lie about it?

To feel odd about it plunged the whole thing to the ground and Yuusuke felt stupid already. Kurama did warn him. Now he's acting like how Kurama said he would. “That's kind of weird, you know,” Yuusuke began, awkwardly. Not meeting the knowing eyes of Kurama.

There is lot of things Yuusuke is ignorant about pertaining to Kitsunes. The suck and drain system was not one of the things he expected of Kitsunes either. Yuusuke groped for an alternative and nothing came up for grabs. Double damn.

“Seems that way.”

“How, um, what's—no. Ah, shit. Listen, what's the less icky way?” Yuusuke asked and smacked his head. Icky wasn't the right word he wanted. “I mean, how up close and personal does it have to be?”

“Yuusuke, you don't have to.”

“Tell me before I change my mind!” Yuusuke argued. Balling his fists. God, this was hard.

Kurama had to resist all temptations of chuckling or snorting. Yuusuke's frustration is a sight to behold. No matter how wrong and cruel it was Kurama just couldn't abandon the thrill he got off of this. If Yuusuke thought his little tantrum was funny before this, to Kurama, it was priceless. “A kiss is fine enough.”

“You mean we gotta kiss?” Yuusuke realized for the first time. Hearing him say it accelerated his heartbeat. Was that even healthy? He didn't feel this nervous and kind of excited with Keiko. Now that was unhealthy.

“Not unless you want something else,” Kurama said, the strong implication there put Yuusuke on edge. Not to mention uncomfortable all together.

“I get it already, don't need other suggestions.” Grumpily and nervous as Hell, Yuusuke sat down, again, beside Kurama. Close enough Yuusuke swallowed, darting his gaze elsewhere and missing the amusement glowing in Kurama's bright eyes. He can't believe he was going to do this and meeting Kurama at eyelevel tested his courage. Fuck! Why is he so nervous? It's only Kurama and he's…oh God. Suddenly noticing how excited you are and pretty the Kitsune is placed Yuusuke in a zone where he really didn't want to be in.

“You're not going to die, you know that. I won't do anything you won't like,” said Kurama almost gentle enough Yuusuke noticed it.

That wasn't the problem; the problem was Yuusuke might like it and…

And respond back.

Great. Peachy. What a fine time for in the closet secrets to show up.

The unexpected movement of Kurama's arms wrapping around Yuusuke's shoulders send his pulse to his throat. Why is it suddenly so hot out here?

Kurama leaned in, whispering near his ear, “I don't bite, unless you want me to.” He took a private joy in the stiff as a board reaction Yuusuke demonstrated.

Fun as it was slipping under the Toushin's skin, Kurama couldn't extract any energy source out if his partner isn't emitting any form of desire or lust. Yuusuke literally was scared shitless.

What harm could Kurama cause? He's perfectly harmless. Right. “Relax,” Kurama soothed.

Yuusuke's throat went dry. He couldn't swallow, much less respond to him. “Just do it already.”

“Afraid I can't. Not under these conditions,” Kurama idly responded, leaning his chin on Yuusuke's broad shoulder. His body matured in the past two years, no longer the scrawny young boy of before.

“What'd you mean you can't?!” Yuusuke bristled, his squirming put on halt. Yuusuke grabbed him by the collar none too gently, demanding a response.

Kurama flashed his nifty innocent smile, accustomed to the frequent manhandling of Yuusuke and Hiei. He only allowed their antics to slide; another would've served as good fertilizer for the roses in his garden.

It came down to a staring contest of wits and after the first five minutes Yuusuke resigned. Oh, Hell, how the heck is he supposed to beat the answers out of a smiling Kurama? “I really hate you right now.”

“That's nice,” he simply replied, with that pleasant air making Yuusuke narrow his eyes in agitation. “Not to throw water on the party, but could you loosen up? I can't handle aggression in this state.”

Yuusuke released his hold on him abruptly. His jaw set in place trying to not scream at his injured friend, Yuusuke hunched over, his face twisted in a scowl.

“Bullying me doesn't work,” Kurama mentioned as he explained the ways Kitsune gathered energy accordingly. Yuusuke didn't like the idea of becoming a snack or what Kurama had to do for it.

Yuusuke thought for a moment about something and said, “Can't you transform into super-fox and heal yourself?”

The slant of a brow gave Yuusuke an idea how stupid his question was. Hey, it was worth a try.

If it wasn't Yuusuke asking and the seriousness of his expression Kurama would've laughed right there. `Super-fox'? Oh my. “I can't automatically transform into my old form, the Youko. I haven't mastered that technique for the moment and I highly doubt you'd like what could occur should I change.”

When Kurama changed into his Youko form, the fox demon, the Jekyll and Hides term applies critically here. Kurama as the fox demon is unscrupulous and cold; sometimes the things he did and said while in his former incarnation put him on the top of his baddies list. Yuusuke honestly thought Kurama is callous and self-centered in nature.

As Minamino Shuuichi, Kurama's personality is drastically kinder and considerate. Yuusuke rather take smart remarks and commentary from the redhead than deal with some sick insanity his inner fox demon would do.

“Keiko won't like it, not at all.” Yuusuke leaned back on his elbows, gazing up at the starry sky. You can't see this pretty a view in the city.

Kurama shut his eyes. “Keiko won't know a thing.”

“Cause' you and me aren't going to say a word of it,” Yuusuke quickly added, sure of himself and Kurama's word.

“Right. Yet, the real question is; are you going to be all right with it?”

“Obviously not. I like girls and necking with you is…Oh fuck. You expect me to be all right with this? It's weird. Are you okay with this?” Yuusuke swapped the question on Kurama.

Kurama wiped his brow. He still felt out of it. “I have no choice and matters of sexuality aren't an issue for me.”

Yuusuke tried not to let his eye twitch in annoyance. He let that go. “I hate you right now. Nothing bothers you, dammit.”

“You don't have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, Yuusuke,” Kurama said, again. He meant it as a way out for Yuusuke. Placing Yuusuke in a bad position didn't seem as entertaining as it was before and causing a psychological issue that can ruin everything going on in Yuusuke's life isn't on his agenda. He won't be blamed for any internal issues Yuusuke may have and playing nanny to it is also another chore Kurama wanted to avoid.

“Maybe if I didn't know you, it wouldn't be so weird,” Yuusuke muttered, thinking more to himself than answering Kurama.

Kurama studied the young man beside him. Despite all the fights and violence Yuusuke frequented his define profile remained intact. Is Yuusuke really disturbed by him or is he unsure of Keiko? Testing out the theory outweighed the wiser choice to leave it be. Yuusuke looked tempting to take on under all the circumstances. He is handsome and that attitude of his made it all the better. Kurama leaned very close to him, while Yuusuke's thoughts wandered off, he said in a very low voice, “Time's up.”

Startled, Yuusuke turned his head and met Kurama nose to nose. Kurama closed the distance and swallowed down every word Yuusuke planned on saying. He started out gently, tilting his head to the side for better access, and he drew back slightly to say in a purring contralto, “Respond to me.”

Yuusuke blinked several times his shock. He couldn't find the words to say anything. He just couldn't believe…

—Couldn't believe Kurama forced him down on the grass and leaned down for another kiss. His long hair spilled down like wavy waterfalls, the same sensual crest of lashes curling up on smooth cheeks, he looked like an angel and Yuusuke didn't have a clue what to do. His heart thundered in his chest and the indecisiveness tugging him both ways froze any participation of his part. He looked up in the face pressing lips over his own.

Kurama's bright eyes fluttered open, the suggestion illuminating over them flickered a tremor through Yuusuke's body. Kurama pulled back, licking his lips like a hungry feline, “Yuusuke, fighting won't work.”

“I know.”

“I could take you by force if that is a more appetizing option,” Kurama laughed and the rippling effect skidding across Yuusuke skin was new. Kurama's voice was one of his many great attributes and when he used it like this everything below felt hot and tight.

“What are you doing to me?” Yuusuke asked, suddenly under an intensive haze the longer he gazed up at Kurama. His little desire wasn't just a flicker in the dark anymore, it became stronger and dominating, like a great force opened and stretched it out to the world. The sound of the Kitsune's voice resonated; only Kurama's voice reached the young man's ears.

Those lace-like lashes lowered and the lust in his irises pierced the darkness. Only he could make the world brighter for Yuusuke. Only he could answer his calling, these thoughts ran through Yuusuke's mind. “Making you mine,” Kurama breathed, unbuttoning the top button and unveiling define collarbone. His fingertips ghosted over the sweaty line of curved bone, admiring the slender neck tracing it up, stopping on the bobbing Adam's apple.

Yuusuke let out a shaky breath, and then swallowed. Barest of smirks, Kurama blandly said, “I imagined a dominating boldness, not fear, I am almost disappointed.”

“You wouldn't allow it…” he replied in a strained, slipped sort of way. Yuusuke found it harder and harder not to submit to Kurama's every little whim. “You like controlling things.”

“Perhaps.” Kurama swooped in and gently placed a kiss on Yuusuke's Adam's apple. “What are you going to do to change it?”

“I don't know.”

“I think you do know. Don't be afraid.”

“Me? Afraid? Never,” Yuusuke laughed, nervously, pushing Kurama away from him a bit. Heart pounding, Yuusuke thought the closer Kurama came the closer his control came to snapping. Why did Kurama have to be born sensual and…and…

And why did Yuusuke feel impelled to run his hands through the thick, soft blackness—which he did—and why did he feel encouraged to bring this exotic creature close to him, surrounding himself with his aroma—Yuusuke stopped short of a breath apart from dipping and kissing the juncture of Kurama's neck and shuddered, stopping the evil voices of temptation forcing him to go on.

Yuusuke couldn't see the tiny smile play over Kurama's lips. Yuusuke isn't strong-willed enough to withstand the charms of a Kitsune. The natural talent amongst his kind wasn't as potent as in his Youko form. No matter. Kurama tilted the sweating face and pressed his lips to the trembling lips afraid to respond.

Just a little bit of—yes, that's it. There we go, Yuusuke. Kurama sighed, sensing the energy, the passion through Yuusuke's mouth starting to grow and react towards him. Kurama welcomed the advantage to absorbing the flooding desire—and Yuusuke, pressing his firm and impressive person against his, spiraled coherent thoughts away.

Energy flooded in and Kurama greedily snatched a generous amount, first for gathering back the lost strength, and second, simply he couldn't resist. Feeding off the sexual, lively energy gushing out of the young detective became addicting to his system. These waves of lust hit him to the core. The flood of power lost its' connection, like a door being slammed shut. Yuusuke jerked back, practically throwing himself away. He did a crab-walk backwards, far from Kurama. The wide, panicked eyes of Yuusuke reminded Kurama of a scared puppy.

That kind of simmered down the `mood' he was in. So much for seduction. Kurama felt better. It wasn't the substantial amount, but this was enough to get him by and walking without dying was good and sufficient.

Kurama pulled himself to his feet and dusted his clothes off. He was so well put together, so well composed; Yuusuke couldn't believe his eyes at all. The fox was all right with nothing perturbing him in the least and yet here he was…fine. Nothing bothering him. Recovered.

Yuusuke couldn't control the beating of his heart and the reaction of his body. He couldn't get up and act like it all was okay, too.

And without wanting to have known, Kurama understood why. The prominent, thick bulge from the boy's front area of the pants caught his eye and he couldn't look away. It wasn't disgust what kept his eyes on it. In fact, the sudden turn of events surprised him. A dark look came over the fox as he was watching the embarrassed Yuusuke.

He wasn't use to having that specific look set on him by a man. Girls and women often gazed at him in that manner and it didn't really bother him. Not that much. Girls act like they never seen a buff guy before. This was different and out of his comfort zone.

Yuusuke sighed, attempting a stab at normal, “The weather should be clearing—ah, fuck this. Look, don't tell anyone about this, okay? We can go about everything normal as usual. No one has to know about this.”

“Indeed,” the Kitsune replied softly. The tone set off bells. Yuusuke was damn sure the stupid guy wasn't even listening to him. He just stared at his…yeah. And it was getting really weird and…

And Kurama went to him, stooping to his level, and taking his face gently with his hands and soon that handsome, androgynous face was close and his lips were upon him. Locking. The flaring heat inside Yuusuke intensified again and he tried to pry him off, but with not that much resistance, only Kurama refused to permit that. Roughly, he grabbed the boy and gnawed gently on his bottom lip to enforce his intentions.

Now the stakes were different.

Yuusuke thought to himself, this was gay. A straight guy doesn't do this with his guy friend. No. Never. It was nasty and at the same time it wasn't nasty.

The feeling laced with every touch and every little spark ignited couldn't possibly be wrong…Yuusuke thought this over. Feeling feverish head to toe.

Swapping spit, twirling tongues and lips pressing against each other and all the roaming hands. A pair was his very own. His hands gripped the slender waist of Kurama to him. Grinding against the hard, prominent bulge. Kurama's dark look signaled the promise he has to continue this further and to seal the deal Kurama's hand crept into Yuusuke's jeans, unzipping and unbuttoning them. His hand settled on the deliciously thick and hard as steel length.

His eyes locked with the husky and uncertain ones of the detective. Kurama said in a honey smooth tone that touched a deeper octave, “Just say yes this one time and I promise I will make it worth it.”

Yuusuke gulped. Looking into that face with that needy expression.

It felt invasive.

Yuusuke closed his eyes tight.

Kurama swallowed some air. He squeezed and slid his hand.

Yuusuke sucked in some air. “Ssshittt…”

Kurama's hand squeezed gently and slide up and down in a quicker pace. A drop of sweat dripped down his face. He felt like his skin was on fire.

“I don't want to have to be put in that position, Kurama,” Yuusuke said in a strained voice. “I don't want to do that now.”

Kurama drew back. He looked at him through sympathetic eyes. If it were anyone else, he would have been angry and insulted to have this much indecisiveness weighting on his shoulders. But, since it was Yuusuke, he felt a little out of his element.

“You don't have to be ready for this. It's okay,” he soothed. Kurama took a couple of deep breaths, and calmed down enough to reign in his control and find that hum of sexual energy circling around. There's not enough yet for him to absorb. He thought of something and a small almost innocent smile appeared on his sweaty face. “We can go slowly. There's still not enough I can absorb from,” he lied. Just a tiny white lie.

Yuusuke's thoughts were scattered and a lot of his misplaced thoughts didn't connect with the situation happening right now. He was afraid to go through with anything, but he's already here and they were already waist deep in this. It was bound to happen that they were going to go through with the deed.

Whether he was emotionally prepared or not because some deep part of him wanted this and through the thick denial, the curiosity persisted on. Kurama, as a man himself, who else can do this mind-numbing hand jobs better? He knew exactly how a guy wanted it. It was terribly hard to not arch into the sensation being brought upon him the moment Kurama leaned down and his lips closed around the head of his length. The smooth, wet tongue teased the top of the head with quick strokes and it was agonizingly stimulating having that tongue swirl around the head where all the filaments were up and alert, sensitizing everything in a repercussion of sensations.

Kurama played a bit with the sensual teasing and once he felt the twitching of the engorged dick, he took the whole thick, hard length in and began sucking in a pattern that ranged from a slow to hard pace. The immediate gasp of the detective reached the Kitsune's ears and the very sound erupted goose bumps across his skin.

The mouth felt different from the feeling of being inside a girl. It was different, but in a wonderful interesting way. It was so hot and wet. The occasional flicks of the tongue added to the building up of his upcoming release. He knew it wouldn't be long. Yuusuke closed his eyes, dipping into the stream of tingles and tremors assaulting him. His hips jerked every so often. Kurama had to grip the sides of Yuusuke's upper thighs to keep him from thrusting deeper than necessary.

The hot drip of salt oozed out and the taste of it brought a similar response to Kurama. He, himself, felt the approach of his peak arriving and with that in mind, his lips slid down and off the flushed penis. Kurama pulled down his pants enough to allow his impressive size to be seen. Yuusuke was at a daze and confused. The flicker of fear and apprehension lit his eyes at the sight of it, only Kurama made him relax with his next suggestion. “Not today. I promise.”

“Then…What?” Yuusuke muttered; a little perplexed that the Kitsune wasn't going to penetrate him. What other idea did this fox have?

Following his lead, Kurama arranged himself and Yuusuke on opposite ends, adjacent to one another in the 69 position. Both men enclosed their mouths on one anothers' dicks, each one thrusting into hot inviting mouths. Where as Kurama picked up where he left off, Yuusuke was having a bit of a difficult time. For one, this was the first time he ever performed oral on a man so he wasn't quite sure how to go by it, all he went on was by instinct and doing what he, himself, would find pleasurable. And secondly, it was intimidating to wrap his lips over something that big and the back thought that it was actually happening, that Yuusuke was giving a man oral was extreme--yet, he couldn't stop himself.

Yuusuke took a few moments to explore each detail of it with his tongue, sliding his lips and kissing gently along the base before he was confident enough to take it all in like the eager Kitsune was doing and he thought, hey, if Kurama can do it, so can he.

And when Yuusuke did do it, it was like a swimming flow of ecstasy surging through Kurama that it was difficult keeping the steady rhythm of sucking without writhing and humming out his pleasure which the vibrations from his moans added more stimulation to the dick (Yuusuke's--who was lost in bliss) he's clamped down on.

The timing was almost conveniently uncanny. Once Yuusuke reached his mind slurring peak, it was not too long until Kurama followed suit, arching and thrusting deep into the moist crevice and came.

It all came to Yuusuke really quickly. He drew back and coughed out. He spat out the salty, creamy semen he nearly swallowed while mentally reminding himself to kiss Keiko next time for swallowing his release without any forms of complaints. It was a tough call to take it in. It kind of surprised him. “So, that's how it tastes like? I asked Keiko once what it tasted like and she couldn't really describe it to me,” Yuusuke said out of the blue. His heavy breathing slowing his speech flow a little.

Kurama's gentle as summer's breeze smile curled his lips. Wisps of his long, dark hair stuck to his cheeks from the glistening sweat. “It has always been hard to place an exact name on it, now that you mention it,” he said.

The energy field around radiated, Kurama soaked it all up. It didn't take long for the full healing and rejuvenation of his body to commence. Kurama rested against Yuusuke, both sitting up leaning on each other back-to-back. Yuusuke felt wiped out, but in a good way. It was hard for him to look or think of Kurama in the former way, but this experience was one of those riveting moments that are just too bizarre and unique to pass up. He sighed. Closing his smoldering brown eyes, he said, “Yo.”

“Yes?” Kurama replied.

“What happens in the forest, stays in the forest, you got that?”

A wicked, knowing grin stretched the Kitsune's lips. “As you wish.”

The End.