Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Chocolate and Roses ❯ Chapter 1

It wasn't right!!! This was completely wrong, but there was nothing he could do about it. He was effectively bound, unable to even twitch his little finger, much less get away. Why was this happening to him, of all people?! It simply wasn't right! He glared at his captor, his rage increasing as the golden-eyed demons smirked, actually dared to smirk at him!!! Of all the nerve! When he got out, he'd….

 

All thoughts of what revenge he'd take vanished as the silver haired on pulled something from behind his back. Frantic eyes focused on it, widening when he recognized it, some how finding the innocent looking brown bottle more terrifying than the shimeneki sou he knew the kitsune could summon. More terrifying, yet at the same time, yet, at the same time, he was curious and cursed himself for that curiosity.

 

The kitsune leaned over and breathed in his ear. “That look is so intoxicating on you!” he purred at his captive. A shudder of revulsion and excitement coursed through the vine covered body. With a gesture and a small amount of ki, the vines moved themselves and the captive's clothing from his chest, leaving the skin exposed to the burning eyes of Youko Kurama. The bound one tried to flinch away from the intense gaze, tried to follow his clothing, to somehow stay under them, but Youko would have none of that. Sharply, he drew the fingers of his free hand down the exposed chest, his nails drawing lines of blood.

 

The captive shuddered and remained still, waiting. He would have begged, pleaded, cursed, something, he wasn't sure, but his mouth was bound and gagged, quite an accomplishment, all things considered. The sound that managed to escape was a strangled moan or groan. Either way, the sound was laced with contempt, anger and desire. As much as he hated to admit it, he was becoming highly aroused. The noise increased in volume and pitch as the kitsune's tongue traveled the small scratches, bathing them clean. With a feral grin as he came eye to eye with his captive, Youko ordered, “No more moving, understood, little god?”

 

Koenma's breath came in shuddering gasps as he nodded, or at least attempted to nod. His acquiescence seemed to satisfy the demon, who returned his attention to the bottle still in his hand. His eyes moved between the bottle and his captive. “Chocolate is an aphrodisiac, as you know.” His voice had the quality of a professor who'd lectured on the same subject a few too many times. “I also happen to like it,” here his eyes glinted, “especially mixed with sweat,” his expression turned lecherous, “and other bodily fluids.”

 

Koenma's eyes widened, becoming impossibly huge as he heard the cap pop open. When the sticky fluid touched his skin, he bolted his eyes shut, his breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps. He could hear the kitsune snickering at him just before a warm tongue began lathing his chest. He made another sound, deep in his throat, this one an unadulterated groan of pleasure. He could almost feel the golden eyes bore into him, but he kept his own eyes closed. He couldn't bear the humiliation of seeing the triumph in those eyes. True, he'd know, or has some idea, what the kitsune wanted when he was invited so he'd shown up in his adult form, but he hadn't expected this type of treatment, nor had he expected Youko. By the time surprise registered in his brain, it was too late; he was caught, bound by the flexible vines that obeyed their master's whim. His cloak had already been removed. He could feel the plants working his shirt off his arms. He hoped that he could manage to keep….

 

The kitsune's hands ghosted up his sides and he jerked away from the touch. So much for keeping the fact he was ticklish secret. His eyes had opened and he could see the laughter in Youko's eyes. He purred, his hands on the god's waist, “So, you're ticklish, are you?” The god tried to shake his head in denial, but the kitsune's hands tracing a path up his body made a liar of him as he twitched furiously, trying to evade the feather light touch.

 

Without his realizing it, the plants had removed his pants and restrained him without covering his body. The laughing fox suddenly cupped the godling's semihard shaft, causing him to attempt to gasp and buck into the touch. “Oh, really?” Kurama asked, amused, as he began to slowly stroke the growing member. Koenma didn't know whether to close his eyes or glare at the kitsune. His body wanted more, his mind was furious….and his body was gradually winning out. His hips moved to meet the slow, gentle strokes as his eyes closed halfway.

 

The addition of something sticky and wet caused him to open his eyes wide and look down as well as he could to see what was happening. Kurama had coated his shaft with the chocolate syrup, using his hand to ensure that the entire length was covered with a film of the sweet sauce. Satisfied with the coverage, the kitsune began to lick his hand and fingers, deliberately making eye contact with the god. “Very good. Too bad you can't have any,” he taunted, “but allowing you to open your mouth is not a good idea right now.” The kitsune traced his now clean fingers down the god's sides, making him jerk again, “We wouldn't want you ending our little game by complaining, would we? Especially just when we're getting to the good part.” Kurama licked up the chocolate covered member, causing Koenma to groan and buck his hips for more contact. “Well, maybe you wouldn't end it, but it's better to be safe than sorry,” he murmured just before taking the chocolaty shaft into his mouth and sucking hard, his tongue tracing wild patterns to get every drop of the syrup.

 

Koenma groaned wantonly, his hips rising again to meet the kitsune's lips. His mind gave up trying to reprimand him, shutting down in favor of the physical pleasure. His moans came freely as his body The godling had never had this type of attention paid to him, and he was thoroughly enjoying it now. He felt his body reaching for that place he knew from experience by himself, but this time, it was more intense, not being induced by his own hand. Another groan came deep from his chest as he felt his body tighten in anticipation. Just as he was about to go over, the kitsune stopped moving his mouth and ran his fingers up his sides, causing the Koenma to jerk and come hard into Kurama's mouth, still wrapped around his shaft. Panting, covered in sweat, the god tried to glare at Youko, but the expression failed to be menacing. Koenma just looked too content to be angry.

 

Kurama licked his lips after releasing the god's spent shaft from his mouth, “Now, what shall we do next?” Koenma's eyes widened. “Yes, next, godling. Did you think you were going to be the only one to get off?” The plants obligingly widened the distance between the god's legs, exposing him fully to the golden eyes that devoured his body visually. Pale fingers traced the contours of the exposed flesh, amused at the way the godling flushed bright red in embarrassment and tried to hide himself. “Hmmm, I don't think you're quite ready for that just yet,” he said as his fingers traced the tight pucker of the god's ass. “So, what we'll do, then, is this…” The kitsune removed his light garments, exposing his body and erect member to the god for the first time.

 

The god's eyes widened at the sight, something between hunger, lust and fear evident in his eyes. “Don't worry, little one, you'll enjoy it,” Youko purred as he rubbed his body against Koenma's exposed ass and balls. The touch was just firm enough to let the god feel the heat from the kitsune's shaft, but light enough to be teasing. Again, the kitsune rubbed against the godling, this time a little more firmly, rotating his hips, drawing a moan from Koenma as he could feel blood returning to his groin. How did the fox do it, he wondered as his hips began to meet the kitsune's thrusts. He could feel more than hear the growls of pleasure from the silver haired one, melding with his own groans of pleasure. He wanted more, needed more, but more of what he wasn't sure. His eyes drifted shut again, his attention focused completely on where the kitsune was thrusting against his body. He needed to feel more….there was something missing. He groaned, a high pitched noise as the kitsune's hand wrapped around his now aching shaft, pumping him in time to the thrusts against his body. His own hand was freed from the vines and he reached down to press Kurama's shaft harder against his body, trying to fulfill the need for more….it was better but still not quite….He lost the ability to think as his body again approached orgasm. He could feel the muscles of his ass clenching the fox's shaft; he could feel the pulsing of that shaft as warm fluid rushed against his wrist. His own member pulsed and spilled his seed onto his belly and the kitsune's hand. His eyes rolled back into his head as the waves of pleasure from his own orgasm and what he felt of Kurama's washed over him. But, he still wanted….something.

 

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Koenma continued to hold the kitsune's shaft against his body even after the waves of orgasmic pleasure calmed. He couldn't speak, still, and this was the only way that he could think of to express his desire, his need for more. Even had he been able to speak, he wouldn't have known what to ask for. He hoped, trusted, that Youko would understand and would be willing to do…whatever it was he needed. The kitsune gently pulled the god's hand away from his member, turning it so he could lick the wrist and palm clean before returning it to the confines of the vines. “So, you want more, do you?” he purred as he bent to clean off Koenma's stomach. The godling whimpered and nodded. “I suppose if I let you speak, you'd try ordering me to do something to you, isn't that right?” The golden eyes narrowed as his tongue continued to clean the spilt cum from the godling. Not receiving and answer, he brought his fingers to Koenma's waist, “Well, godling?” Koenma quickly nodded, not wanting to be tickled again.

 

Kurama looked thoughtfully at the god as he hovered over his belly. He stood up and looked over the god's body, taking in the reddened skin, the reawakening erection, the surrender and need that shouted at him from every line of that body. His eyes returned to Koenma's. “It's not often that you're allowed to give up control, is it, godling?” The god's head shook side to side in negation. “I wonder which you find more of a turn on,” the kitsune mused, “the loss of control or me…” Youko's hands traced a path from the godling's knee along his thigh, “or maybe it's the loss of control to me?” Slowly, with a single finger, he began to tease the puckered opening between Koenma's legs.

 

This…this was close to the sensation Koenma was seeking….not quite…it needed to be deeper, further in. His hips bucked, trying to deepen the touch. Kurama pulled his hand back, much to the god's distress. “Too fast, godling, and this will hurt and then you won't find what you're looking for.” With his palms, Youko soothed the godling's chest, bending over too look into his eyes. “Trust me, I know what you want and will give it to you.” The kitsune continued to pet the godling, watching as his eyes relaxed, his body relaxed under the soothing caresses.

 

Without the god noticing, Kurama had his plants take over the ministrations while he slicked his fingers with a clear sap that was particularly useful for this type of activity. He returned his finger to Koenma's hole, pleased when the godling only groaned, but did not move. Slowly, he inserted his finger into the opening, gently coaxing the muscles to relax. He continued to watch, to make sure the god stayed relaxed, keeping the plants gently massaging his chest. When the godling's body felt relaxed around his single digit, he added a second, again working slowly. This addition did cause Koenma to buck into his touch, trying to draw his fingers in deeper, but the kitsune stilled his motions until the god relaxed again. He wanted Koenma to not only enjoy their session this time, but to come back to him for more, and the best way to ensure that was to ensure the little god's mind was thoroughly blown by the kitsune's skills, creating a hunger and desire for more. A wicked smile crossed Youko's lips as he thought of the others he'd seduced the same way, the koorime half-breed and the demon-kin were his, and soon, this godling would be, as well. Slowly, he drew his fingers apart, pulling a groan from the godling. He glanced up to see the god's eyes focused on him, full of lust, quite intoxicating, actually.

 

Koenma watched the silver demon as he used his free hand to slick some clear fluid over his erection, curious. A finger brushing up against….something inside him, caused him to bolt his eyes shut, sure that his heart would stop from the waves of pleasure overtaking his body. Without his noticing, Youko's shaft replaced his fingers within the god's body. Koenma's eyes opened drunkenly at the feeling of fullness, of satiation. This was the feeling he wanted! He groaned wantonly as the kitsune continued to fill him, seeming to never end. A sound resembling a gasp was drawn from his throat when the kitsune pulled back, only to turn into a groan on his return, and a strangled scream when the Youko's shaft brushed against that spot deep with in him again.

 

Who knew the godling would be so vocal? Next time, when Koenma came of his own free will, with full knowledge of what would happen to him, Kurama would leave his mouth ungagged, just to hear those sounds unmuffled, but for now, they would continue as they'd began. He watched as the godling writhed as much as he could, his expression one of exquisite pleasure and fulfillment. After a few more strokes, each brushing the god's prostate, Kurama brought his hand to the neglected shaft. The godling whimpered, a high pitched noise of overwhelming pleasure, as the kitsune's hand matched his thrusts into the god.

 

The hitched, uneven breathing, the beginnings of tenseness, and the throbbing beginning around his shaft told the kitsune that Koenma was incredibly close. Youko wasn't ready for this encounter to be over, yet. Stilling his motions and wrapping his fingers tightly around the base of the god's erection, he waited as waves of orgasm tore through the god's body, but did not allow him to release his seed. When Koenma's body relaxed again, Youko began to stroke again, in the same slow tempo.

 

Koenma whimpered, his eyes rolling in his head. Waves of pleasure continued to course through his body from the kitsune's member in his ass and his hand stroking him. He wanted….more. Unable to verbally make his desire known, he tried to encourage a faster pace by moving his hips. His eyes managed to focus long enough on Kurama to see the fox smile and ask, “More, huh?” Desperately, the god nodded.

 

His submission was rewarded by the increase in tempo and force. Not only did Youko thrust faster, but deeper, hitting the god's prostate harder with each stroke, sending the god on a spiraling, dizzying journey into the heights of pleasure. The noises he made became more breathless, sounding as much like panting as his gagged condition would allow. His face was suffused with blood, as was his body. He almost glowed, sweat covering his exposed skin. Another orgasm was building, threatening to overwhelm his senses. He screamed as his body convulsed and his seed exploded from his shaft again. He could feel the grunt and spasming from the kitsune as the fox also came. The world around him then dissolved into blackness.

 

When Koenma rejoined the living world, he was dressed again and alone in the room, free of the plants. Next to him was a note. Curiously, he opened it. “You know where to find me if you want more.”