Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ He's Got the Urge ❯ He's Got the Urge ( One-Shot )

Title: He's Got the Urge

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Shishi, Suzuka, and a shared hotel room. (Su/Shi pwp)

 

 

Suzuka and Shishi were sharing a room in the hotel for the duration of the dark tournament due to a screw-up. Team Uraotogi had only been allotted four rooms instead of the five they needed. They were planning on complaining tomorrow, but they and the rest of team Uraotogi had drawn straws for tonight and Suzuka and Shishi were stuck together. That was somewhat of a good thing, solitary youkai as they were, and Shishi was the only one who had seen Suzuka's true form instead of just Onji. And it was in this form, sans makeup, mask, and clown costume, that Suzuka was currently lounging on the bed listening to Shishi take a shower.

“Ch,” Suzuka scoffed. “What a pansy.” Even still, his distracted mind was pulled to full attention when Shishi moaned. Loudly. The moan faded to a contented hum, punctuated with gasps and moans.

Suzuka had been attracted to his co-captain and comrade for a while (who wasn't?), but it never presented itself as a problem until now. Shishi's moans set tingles down Suzuka's spine, and he felt the faint stirrings of an erection. Damn it. Suzuka padded softly over to the door, setting his ear against it to hear well.

Shishi swore softly, rubbing shampoo out of his eyes. Once the stinging was gone, he looked at the bottle. One of his favorite things to do in human world is try new shampoos, and this one was definitely a winner. He set the bottle back down, wondering if he was going to have as much fun rinsing it out as he had putting it in.

And he just had to remember the name of it: Herbal Essences.

“Damn,” Suzuka swore when he looked down to see that Little Suzuka was fully erect. And he couldn't go in the bathroom to fix his problem, because that was where Shishi was. And Shishi could not know that Suzuka had gotten a hard-on for him. He'd just pretend like he was asleep for now, and then when that unbearable samurai was asleep, he'd sneak to the bathroom and...let loose the tadpoles of war, if you will. If he could make it that long, Little Suzuka reminded him with a painful throb. He heard the water turn off, and he skittered over to his twin bed and hid under the covers.

“Utsukushii!” Shishi called, using Suzuka's title instead of his name. “Bastard, where the hell did you put the towels?” Suzuka stayed silent, and Shishi came out of the bathroom to see if his teammate was still there.

“Hm, must have passed out early,” the demon samurai pondered, deciding to forgo a towel and shake the water off. Just to be a bastard, he wrung his long hair out on the one bare foot that stuck out from the bottom of Suzuka's blanket. With that done, he climbed still completely nude into his own bed, lying on top of the covers because of the hot night. As soon as Suzuka heard Shishi get into bed, he rolled over on his back and reached down into his pants. A soft moan escaped him as his hand came in contact with Little Suzuka. He let his fantasies play out on the backs of his eyelids, as he wrapped his hand around his aching erection and started stroking. In the depths of his fantasies, it wasn't his hand he was pumping into but rather Shishi. For the first few moments, Suzuka was actually aware that the object of his fantasies was in the room, but the pleasure soon drove him past caring as his moans escalated with the speed of his strokes.

With the first moan, Shishi rolled his eyes and turned onto his stomach, shoving a pillow down over his ears. He'd never have agreed to this if he'd known that Suzuka was such a vocal sleeper. Asshole. The moans quieted, and Shishi was just about to fall asleep when they started again. Louder. Shishi sat up, glaring venomously over at the other bed. What the hell was...oh. Oh. Shishi's eyes widened, and he felt his little swordsman start to wake up. Suzuka's head was pitched back, the light from the human world moon illuminating the milky white expanse of his neck. A thin sheen of sweat made him practically gleam in the light. Shishi felt like he was watching some sacred ritual that he had no right to be watching, and his brain kept telling him to just lay back down and go to sleep. Little Shishi said nay, however, so Shishi kept watching.

“Sh-Shishi!” Suzuka cried out with his orgasm. This sparked Shishi out of his stunned trance. Me? He wondered. He was thinking about me? He looked down at his lap and saw that his banshee blade was fully drawn and aching. Tentatively, Shishi slipped off his own bed. For a moment, he just stared. Damn, for once Suzuka lived up to the `beautiful' part of his name. The fighter's chest was heaving with panting breaths, his aqua eyes closed lightly. Shishi couldn't let him get away with such a magnificent show without giving something in return. Bolder now, he walked over to Suzuka's bed and snuck under the covers. He rubbed his aching erection against the inside of Suzuka's thigh, and the other youkai's eyes shot open.

“What the-Shishi!?” he exclaimed incoherently.

“Didn't your mother teach you not to wank off when the object of your fantasies is in the same room?” Shishi asked, crushing his lips to Suzuka's. “Otherwise, you just might get your wish.” He kissed his way down Suzuka's jaw line to his neck, to that delicious spot at the juncture of the neck and shoulder. Shishi wanted to bite there so badly, to make Suzuka his forever and ever, to make sure no one ever took away his utsukushii, but he contented himself with gentle nips and easing suckling.

“Ah, n...Shishi!” Suzuka moaned, pitching his head back. That might have started out as a plea for Shishi to stop, but those delicious lips on that one spot quickly turned Suzuka to jelly and silenced any further protest. He could feel himself getting hard again, and all he wanted to do was flip them over and screw Shishi senseless.

Shishi, once pleased with the bright red hickey that he'd given Suzuka, continued a trail of kisses down his sternum to his abs, pausing to dip his tongue into Suzuka's navel. The salty and all around pleasant taste of Suzuka's previous release clung to the flesh, and Shishi moaned low in his throat. He was rewarded for his ministrations with a sharp groan of pleasure, and he continued to swirl his tongue around and inside the dip as he pulled Suzuka's pants off. He relished in the sound of Suzuka moaning his name, and paused to sit back on his heels. The sheet that had been over them slid off his back and the two just stared at each other for a moment, each taking in the sight of the other's bare forms. Suzuka moved first, sitting up and pushing Shishi down.

“I'm seme,” he said simply, crushing his mouth to Shishi's. Shishi adjusted his legs so that he wasn't lying on them, but didn't protest.

“I've never...been uke before,” was all he said, a fact that he thought needed to be addressed. Suzuka nodded, leaning off the side of the bed and getting a jar from a box. He left it nearby, ready to be used.

“What the hell is that, lard?” Shishi asked, staring at the white goop in the jar.

“It's twice as slick, and smells much better I'll have you know,” Suzuka said. “I don't trust ningen lubricants, so I make my own.”

“If you put animal fat up my ass, I am not submitting again,” Shishi said with a glare.

“It's not animal fat!” Suzuka declared, outraged at the thought. Even through the arguing, the passion of the moment didn't completely die. Their lips met in another bruising kiss, and their tongues dueled for control. Suzuka nibbled on Shishi's lower lip, and Shishi ground his hips against Suzuka. One couldn't say he was a patient individual. Suzuka groaned low in his throat, and suddenly he couldn't get the lid off of the jar fast enough. He dipped his fingers in, coating them in the lubricant. It smelled vaguely sweet, Shishi noted before those thoughts were shoved way far away from his mind with Suzuka easing a finger into him. He squirmed away from the pain at first, but quickly felt the pleasure and stopped resisting. A moan escaped him, and his violet eyes met Suzuka's aqua green.

“What?” he asked a bit self-consciously.

“You moan like that again, and I might not make it inside you before I'm done,” Suzuka said with a slight lustful quaver in his voice.

“The beautiful and talented martial artist Suzu-chan finished with a moan?” Shishi asked in mock astonishment. “I'll believe it when I see it.” In response, Suzuka shoved another finger inside Shishi. He yelped slightly, and Suzuka started scissoring his fingers back and forth to stretch Shishi out. His other hand came up to toy with Shishi's nipples, first the left then the right, as he took the head of Shishi's neglected member into his mouth. Shishi nearly screamed from the assault of sensations on his nerves. He wanted to thrust up into Suzuka's mouth, but he wanted to ram himself down on those damn fingers at the same time. Lost in his senses as he was, he didn't even notice when Suzuka inserted his third finger, until those delicate fingers brushed that sweet spot.

“Oh god, Suzu,” Shishi moaned. Suzuka pulled his fingers out, removed his mouth, and reached again for the jar. Shishi found himself suddenly with no contact, and he snarled. He was not happy about that. Suzuka put the lubricant on his aching member and hoisted Shishi's legs over his shoulders, poising himself at Shishi's entrance.

“Am I really your first?” Suzuka asked. Shishi nodded, but he didn't look at all afraid. He was putting complete and total faith in Suzuka, and he wasn't regretting a bit of it. Suzuka slid slowly inside of Shishi, kissing him gently. Shishi hissed at the initial penetration, but quickly relaxed and moaned in pleasure. Once Suzuka was sheathed fully, he gave Shishi a minute to adjust to the intrusion, barely able to control the urge to completely dominate the pliant Shishi and make him his.

“Move, damn you,” Shishi said. Suzuka slowly pulled out and shoved back in. Shishi wrapped his arms around Suzuka's shoulders, his nails raking down the other's back as he arched up with a cry. This broke down the rest of Suzuka's resolve, and he picked up the pace of his thrusts. Shishi's hips met his with every stroke, loud uncontrolled moans escaping him as he came closer to climax.

“Suzu!” he cried as he came, his seed spilling between them. The feel of Shishi tightening around him brought Suzuka over the edge.

“Shishi!” Suzuka shouted, releasing his seed inside his partner. Their orgasms finished, a contented, spent feeling making both of their minds fuzzy, Suzuka pulled out of Shishi and collapsed beside him on the little twin bed. The two snuggled contentedly, each nuzzling the other's collarbone unconsciously. They both laughed when they realized what they were doing.

“Should we?” Suzuka asked.

“Why not?” Shishi responded. Each of them sunk their teeth into the other's collarbone, that delicious juncture between the neck and shoulder, making them fully and completely mates. Suddenly, they felt what the other was feeling. It was essentially just doubling the warm, fuzzy contentment that both were feeling.

A knock on the door stirred them both.

“Who the hell are you and why are you bothering us?” Shishi yelled.

“It's Kuro and Urashima. Shut the hell up and go to sleep, both of you,” an irritating voice said.

“Yeah, we know you two are rutting like bunnies and it's disgusting!” the gruff voice of the other Uraotogi team member said. “Did the old man touch you in the naughty place, Waka-chan?”

“Shut the hell up, bastard, and go back to your own rooms,” Shishi dismissed.

“Oi, Onji! Better not molest our token pretty-boy again!” Kuro said. Shishi felt a slight twinge of pain from his new mate, and snarled. His fangs were starting to come out. He got out of bed and stormed over to the door not at all caring that he was completely nude. He opened the door.

“Fuck. Off,” he snarled. “I am not your `token pretty boy' or your damn anything for that matter!” His fangs were fully out now, and he had a guess that his horns had made their entrance too. “I'm going to go get my sword, and if you two aren't in your rooms by the time this door opens again you two will die.”

Even through the ferocious behavior of their team captain, Kuro noticed two fresh puncture wounds on Shishi's collarbone.

“Ugh, you let that old bastard mark you, Waka-chan? Damn, you were desperate.” Ura Urashima blinked.

“Nee, Kuro, this isn't Onji's scent.”

“Damn straight it isn't!” Shishi yelled. “It's my Suzu-koi's! Fucking call me Waka-chan again and I'll shove my sword so far up your ass that it scratches your nose! Now fuck off before I let the chorus of a thousand skulls go in this very hallway!” Like a shot, the two Uraotogi members were gone back to their own rooms. Shishi turned around and shut the door, hanging a `do not disturb' sign. He dusted his hands, feeling his fangs and horns recede. Suzuka's aqua eyes were trained on him, and Shishi blinked.

“What?” he asked.

“You called me `Suzu-koi,'” Suzuka said in slight awe. It had just sunk in that over thousands of screaming fangirls (and hundreds of screaming fanboys), Shishi had chosen him. Forever. He started to shiver slightly, and Shishi, concerned, got a blanket out of the closet and climbed back in bed to snuggle with his new mate under the blanket.

“Of course, Suzu-koi. And if you don't want me to call you that, too bad.”

“No, it's...nice. I like it.” Suzuka grinned. “So long as I can call you `Shi-koi,'” he added.

“If you must,” Shishi said. “My ass hurts and I'm going to sleep before the bastard brigade comes back, so you'd better not wake me up until right before we're due at the stadium.”

“Of course, Shi-koi,” Suzuka said. “Oh, and Shishi?” One violet eye cracked open. “Thank you.”

“I should thank you, utsukushii, for a lay well done. We'll have to do it more often,” Shishi said, snuggling against his mate. Suzuka, wanting never to wake up from this dream, closed his eyes and smiled.

“Good night, my samurai.”

“Shut up, stupid clown.”