Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ The Call ❯ The Call ( Chapter 1 )

Title: The Call

Rating: Extreme NC-17

Pairing: Kurama/Keiko

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, though at this point I really, really REALLY wish I could own Kurama. They belong to their creator, who is sadly, not me.

WARNING: Definitive NC-17 rating... Explicit phone sex... EXTREMELY steamy dialogue. Read at your own risk!

Keiko Yukimura couldn't decide whether to be pissed off or simply hurt. Granted, she'd been expecting Yusuke to do what he'd done for awhile now, but that didn't mean she had to like it. After the dreaded "It's over, we're through" scene, in front of the entire gang, nonetheless, Keiko had felt as if her life where tailspinning out of control and there wasn't a damned thing she could do about it.

Well, she supposed that wasn't exactly true. There were a lot of things she could do about it. Castrating Yusuke was looking mighty tempting at the moment. Catching herself on that rather...jilted sounding thought, Keiko decided she needed to cool down a bit. Glancing at the clock, she had to do a double take to catch the actual time. 'Huh? 2:15? When did it get so late?'

'Just great,' Keiko thought, flopping back onto her plush mattress. '2:15 in the morning and I'm still not tired!'

Taking a moment to consider her options, Keiko figured she had three choices. Either sit there and seethe over the crudness of hers and Yusuke's break up, go over to Yusuke's and see if she could do a bit more permanent damage with her slap or talk out her frustrations with someone who was willing to listen and get all the pent up anger off her chest. Realizing her best bet was choice number three, Keiko reached to her night stand and grabbed her cordless phone from its stand. Pausing just a moment in indecision, for she really wasn't sure who to call, Keiko finally just shrugged and punched in a number on her speed dial.

Kurama was pulled from his slumber by the sound of a ringing telephone. 'Who on earth...?' Taking a quick look at his night stand, Kurama saw the time and again wondered who would be calling at such a late hour. '2:15? I swear...If Yusuke is calling me to ask for my homework, again, he will not live to see tomorrow.'

"Hello?"

Keiko was mortified. 'Of all the numbers on my speed dial I call him?!'

"Hello? Who is this? Yusuke? Is that you, because I swear-"

"H-hi Kurama..."

"Keiko?"

"Um.. Yeah, it's me, eheh." Keiko felt a heated blush spread across her cheeks. 'Oh god, his voice sounds so sexy when he first wakes up!' She quickly blanched at her random thought. 'Oh no, I did not just think that!'

"Keiko, are you alright? Your voice is strained. Did something happen?" 'Why the hell is Keiko calling me so late?'

"Ahhh..." Keiko floundered for a believable explanation, besides the obvious "I just punched a random number on my speed dial so that I could talk to someone about issues I have with my recent breakup and surprise yours was the lucky number!" Yeah, that would so work. "I'm sorry, Kurama. Did I wake you?" Keiko winced.

Kurama chuckled huskily. "No Keiko, you didn't wake me. I was just laying on my bed memorizing the insides of my eyelids when you called. Can I help you with something? Was there a reason why you called, or do you simply like calling random people in the middle of the night for no apparant reason?" He chuckled again. "Don't answer that question."

Keiko shifted a bit uncomfortably on the bed. His voice was definitely alot deeper, like when he chuckled. Especially when he chuckled. The sound caused a foreign, tingling sensation to shoot through her body. The tingling quickly turned to a dull throbbing as it ook up position at her most intimate spot. She shifted again. "Um... sorry again. No, I was just needing to talk to someone really. But I'm sure you don't want to hear all this stuff so... I'm sorry. I'll let you go back to sleep." Keiko hung up the phone quickly, not waiting for a reply from Kurama.

Kurama blinked at the unexpected dial tone he heard from the other end of the line. "I wonder what that was all about..." After internally debating whether or not to call her back, Kurama finally picked up the phone and dialed her number.

"Hello? Keiko, are you there?"

'Oh my God, he called me back?!' Keiko was a bit flabberghasted... And a bit embarrassed... Okay, and maybe a tiny bit excited. Just a tiny bit. She just couldn't believe it, nor could she think of anything to say except. "Yes, I'm here." Her eyes grew round at the tone of her voice. It had sounded a bit more... silky than she'd meant it to be.

Kurama smiled when she voiced her presence, and laughed slightly at the shocked tone he heard. "What? Didn't expect me to call you back?" As an afterthought he added, "You know Keiko, it's really quite rude to hang up on someone." He laughed again as he heard her gasp on the other end.

Youko had picked up on the almost lusty quality of her voice, but Shuichi figured it was probably because she had been...he wasn't going to finish that thought. Naughty thoughts about one of his best friends ex-girlfriends were not what he needed at the moment.

"I'm sorry about that. I just didn't expect you to want to hear about my problems. They're not really something to wake someone up over." Keiko paused, "I mean, not that you want to hear about my problems. I'm just assuming that you do since you called me back and why did you do that anyway?" She had to force herself to stop talking, reallizing that she was beginning to babble. Since when did she babble anyway? This was certainly a strange turn of events.

Kurama was amused. "So, you called me to tell me about your problems, decided they didn't merit waking anyone, and then hung up on me before you could tell me that you called and woke me up over something that wasn't important enough call and wake someone up over? Is that right?"

Keiko groaned and promptly buried her face in her unoccupied hand. "Yeah... that about sums it up." She muttered.

"Well, I'm already awake, so if you want to talk about anything I'll listen."

Keiko raised her head, intending on telling Kurama that it really wasn't necessary for him to subject himself to hearing about her romance problems. "Yusuke is a real asshole." Keiko clamped the hand she'd previously used to hide her face over her mouth to stifle her gasp of surprise. Where had that come from?! It seemed that conversing with Kurama at odd hours of the night had a loosening effect on her tongue.

Kurama was stunned. 'Did Keiko just say asshole?' "Is he now?" Well, it wasn't exactly eloquent but he had just heard Keiko say a curse that she had always reprimanded Yusuke for using. It was an odd occurance, and he felt that eloquence would have been lost on all but the most composed. "Why do you say that?" He winced. 'Oh yes. The breakup scene, how could I have forgotten?'

Sighing deeply, Keiko slumped over to lie on her side on her bed. She let out a small groan as the soft mattress conformed to her body in a somewhat comforting way. "Do I even have to remind you?" She asked, her voice lowered a bit as she grew comfortable on the bed.

Kurama sighed, wondering what Yusuke had been thinking. It was one thing to breakup with someone in private, where no one really knew what had occured. It was another thing completely to be so malicious as to dump someone in front of their entire group of friends. Kurama heard her groan and became concerned, had she hurt herself? "Keiko, are you alright?" The worried edge in his voice was quite noticable.

"Mmm..wha? Oh, no. I'm fine, Kurama. Just stretching out on my bed a bit, trying to get comfortable." She said. "Why do you ask?"

Kurama swallowed audibly. 'Great! Keiko stretched out on her bed, just the visual I need...' "Well, I heard you sort of moan...I thought you might have hurt yourself or something."

Keiko giggled softly, "Oh, well thanks for being concerned for me. At least someone is." Her tone took on a tinge of sadness with her final words. "Oh Keiko! Many people care about you. Myself included. Surely you don't believe that just because Yusuke is an idiot the rest of us are as well. You know better!"

Keiko felt the corners of her mouth twitch, an early sign that she was going to smile. Kurama always managed to get a smile out of her one way or another. She was grateful for it. "I know, Kurama, it's just... hard to deal with. Especially when you're alone. I'm not used to being alone yet, I guess." She sighed again. "Hmm, guess I'm going to have to get used to it."

"Now why would you say a thing like that? There are, pardon the cliche, many more fish in the sea." 'And one or two foxes in the mix as well.'

"True... but really, Kurama. How many of those supposed fish do you think would be interested in me? I've known Yusuke for almost forever and it didn't work out for us. How's it going to work out with someone I just meet?" Keiko shifted as she spoke, the crisp sheets rustling as she did so. She pulled her pillow to her and proceeded to cuddle with it as she waited for Kurama to reply.

"There is your problem Keiko. You've known Yusuke for far too long for anything to have ever worked out between the two of you. You're almost siblings. Besides, Yusuke could never have appreciated you fully. Not the extent that you deserve." Kurama moved back to his bed, sitting down and resting his back against the headboard. He groaned in pleasure as his legs were once again able to stretch out fully.

Keiko was startled by the sound Kurama made over the phone. It was so deep and rumbly and... Keiko shivered. "Um..Kurama? Are you okay?"

Kurama answered her distractedly. "Yes, Keiko. I'm fine, just stretching a bit." He purred as he stretched out his legs and arms, completely unaware of the effect his noises were having on the poor girl at the other end of the line.

'Did he just... purr?' Keiko felt that pleasant sensation building in her lower half again due to the rhythmic sounds Kurama was making. "Oh," She said, her voice falling a bit on the husky side. She bit her lip, hoping Kurama hadn't noticed.

Kurama was brought back to the situation at hand by the breathy sound Keiko had emitted. 'That sounded like...no, it wouldn't be possible...would it?' "Did you say something Keiko?" His voice was husky from his state of relaxation, and the question came out as more of a growl than an actual sentence.

She couldn't stop it this time. The shudder that ran throughout her body. With that sexy, growly tone to his voice, it was just impossible to stop. Keiko whimpered. "Ahh, no...no, Kurama. I didn't." She bit her lip as she shifted on the bed. Slowly, her unoccupied hand began to ghost down her body, brushing over the thin material of her night shirt before jerking back. 'What am I doing?!' She thought, panicked. 'I cannot be getting turned on by just the sound of Kurama's voice!' Trying to distract herself from the growing throb between her legs, Keiko asked, "So.. if Yusuke wasn't the right kind of guy for me. Then who is?"

Kurama coughed slightly. "Well Keiko...I suppose that you would have to answer that question. What do you want in a guy?" He shuffled nervously, hoping she wouldn't detect the slight waver in his voice.

Keiko thought for a moment, "Well... Someone who would be a bit more attentive to my needs, I suppose." She began, "Yusuke never did have time for me when it came time to go on a mission." She paused, thinking, "In fact, he really didn't have time for me when he wasn't on a mission either." Shaking that from her mind, for it would do no good to dwell on such things at that point, Keiko continued to list the things she'd like to have in a significant other. "He'd have to be polite to a fault. Yusuke was always so rude to everyone but me. It's a wonder he has as many friends as he has now." Thoughts of other valuable trait came to her. Ones that she quickly pushed to the back of her her mind. "And I suppose it wouldn't hurt if he were a bit more mature and experienced as well." 'Eep! I did not just say that!'

Kurama chuckled. "Experienced? Why Keiko, whatever do you mean by that? Surely you don't speak of such things to everyone around you." Kurama's mind was going a mile a minute. Thus far everything she had stated she wanted described him to a fault. Maybe...surely not. She couldn't feel the same! Up until five o'clock the previous day she had been head over heels for Yusuke.

"Forgive me, Kurama. I don't know where that came from, really! I mean, it's not like I know anybody like that anyway. Aside from you and Hiei, that is." Keiko's face grew red as she realized what she'd just said. Again. 'Open mouth, insert foot, Keiko! Good girl!'

Kurama laughed good naturedly. "I was just teasing you, Keiko. There is no need to be embarrassed." As he glanced down, he realized he had fallen asleep with his shirt on. He grunted as he removed it. The sleeve had gotten stuck on his elbow, and he had a brief struggle with the article of clothing before he got it completely off. Sighing in relief, he picked the phone back up, hoping he hadn't missed anything that Keiko had said.

By the time Keiko had managed to subdue her heated blush, she heard the muffled sound of the reciever being set down on something soft. The crinkle of the material... possibly Kurama's bedsheets? She heard him make another of those husky sounds and soonafter retrieve the phone. Raising an eyebrow curiously, she couldn't help but ask. "Why did you put down the phone?"

Kurama blushed, not really knowing why. "Oh, I was just taking off my shirt. You see, I can't sleep fully clothed, I start to feel suffocated after a while." He squirmed uneasily. 'I wonder what Keiko is wearin- woah! No! Do not think about that!'

Keiko swallowed hard in an attempt to saturate her suddenly dry throat. 'Kurama. Shirtless. Shirtless Kurama! Oh my....' Vividly detailed images were currently swimming through Keiko's mind. "Oh," She said, feeling the need to say something to avert the oncoming blush. "I have the same problem. That's why I normally sleep in just a tank top." Too late, she realized the revealing statement she'd just made. 'But it's only fair, right? I mean, he told me what he sleeps in. So, it's only fair, right? Right!'

This could be a problem. 'She sleeps in a tank top? Just a tank top?' Kurama groaned as various images made themselves at home in his mind. Keiko's long, toned legs tangled in her sheets, her top riding dangerously high along her ribcage; Keiko's hands ghosting over her own body, pressing and pulling and rubbing in all the places she knew would bring her immense pleasure. Kurama moaned before he could catch himself, blushing a brilliant shade of red and wishing that he could just disappear. If he knew Keiko, she would want to know what had happened, and he didn't really know what to tell her.

Of course, Keiko picked right up on the curious sound he'd made. And of course, that sound had the same effect all his previous sounds had had on her body. Keiko barely managed to subdue a moan of her own as she asked the dreaded question. "Kurama, what's wrong? You sound... strange."

Now how do you answer a question like that? "Nothing is wrong, Keiko. I'm just...thinking. That's all."

"Oh? What are you thinking about?"

"You."

"Eh?" Keiko pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at it as if it were defective. Had Kurama really just said what she thought he'd said? Slowly putting the ear peice back to her ear, Keiko cleared her throat and spoke. "What did you just say?"

Kurama hoped against hope that he wasn't wrong about this. "You, Keiko. I was thinking about you. I was thinking about your hands, about your legs, about your face in a mask of ecstacy, about your fingers manipulating your body to a state of pleasure so intense that all you can do is writhe and moan the name of the person you dream about, Keiko. My name, Keiko."

Keiko was speechless. And for good reason! She simply could not believe what Kurama had just said. To her. "Oh," Was all she could manage to get her voice to say. Her body, however, was giving off a whole chorus of replies. Her nipples instantly hardened. Her core grew increasingly hot as that throbbing became almost painful, but not quite. Her breathing hitched, becoming a bit uneven as her heart raced. Licking her suddenly dry lips, Keiko tried to speak again. "Would you like that?"

Kurama's reply was heated and throaty. "Almost as much as you would, I'm sure Keiko." Kurama was still marvelling at the fact he could form words, much less complete sentences, as all the blood in his body had rushed downwards at Keiko's reply, making him wonder just what it was sustaining the need for blood to his brain.

Keiko would have surely swooned if she weren't already lying on her bed. "Oh really," She said huskily, barely believing her own boldness. "Well... Then, what would have me do, Kurama?"

Kurama chuckled darkly, the sound foreign even to his own ears. "I would have you touch yourself, Keiko. Touch yourself while imagining my hands doing things to you that you've never even thought of doing to yourself. Think of it, Keiko. What I could do to you, what I could make you do to yourself..."

For a while, there was a long silence at the other end of the line, making Kurama tense with apprehension. Had he gone too far? Said too much? He was on the verge of apologizing profusely when, finally, the silence was broken as Keiko spoke again.

"Alright, I'll do it." She whispered huskily into the mouth piece, so low that Kurama barely caught her shocking words.

Thunk.

Keiko felt a satisfied smile spread across her face at the distinct sound of a phone being dropped. It was quickly followed by muffled curses as Kurama scrambled to pick up the phone that had apparently fallen from his grasp. There was a brief sound of fumbling on the other end before Kurama's voice reached her ears again.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

Keiko fought to keep back her amused giggles. To think, she'd just shocked the normally calm, cool and collect Kurama. "I said, I'll do it." She repeated her earlier reply, a delightful shiver spreading throughout her body as another of his sexy growls followed.

"Keiko, are you sure about this?" Kurama asked huskily.

Keiko's tone became a bit more serious as she replied. "Kurama, you know me. I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it, or want to. Besides, you started it. Are you sure?"

Kurama growled low, his dark emerald eyes flashing gold briefly as he whispered his answer. "Yes."

A small smile stole across Keiko's lips. "Good." She whispered, "Now, tell me what you want me to do."

A small shudder racked Kurama's body as a myraid of images flashed through his mind. He could just imagine Keiko lying under him, her eyes darkened with desire while she moaned out his name. "Take off your top." came the husky command. He waited expectantly, his heartrate speeding up as he heard the distinct sound of rustling cloth, indicating that Keiko was doing as he'd ordered. He waited for the sound to stop before continuing. "Now, skim your hand down your chest and stomach. then slide your hand back up and cup your left breast."

Keiko did as Kurama bade, letting her left hand travel down her bared torso, shivering as the softness of her own skin registered in her mind. She felt the heat pooling between her legs take on a distinctly scalding, but pleasurable sensation and moaned aloud as her hand completed its journey, coming to rest on her left breast.

Kurama could feel his blood heat up when the sound of Keiko's soft moan filtered over the phone. Closing his eyes to regain some control, he listened to Keiko comply, her breath hitching slightly over the phone. Kurama took a deep breath, trying to steady his voice. "Now, softly knead your breast with your hand."

Keiko gave a soft sigh, signifying that she was doing as told.

"Good, now slowly bring your thumb up and lightly brush it across your nipple." Kurama heard a light whimper, the sound sinking in, coursing a path directly to his groin. He groaned as he felt himself begin to harden.

Keiko could feel her temperature rise as she listened to Kurama's seductive instructions over the phone. She had never touched herself this way before. It was exciting, and hearing Kurama's soft, husky voice egging her on only served to double the erotic experience.

"Tell me how you feel, Keiko. I want to know everything. Every single emotion you feel, every time you touch yourself, every time you hear me speak; I want to know what it does to you." Kurama's sultry voice cut through her haze of self induced pleasure, bringing her back to reality with a jerk.

Keiko pondered over his reactions, and decided that she deserved the same actions from him. She laughed silkily, "Now, Kurama...surely you don't consider this arrangement to be fair?"

Kurama tensed, was she going to break their conversation off? In all honesty, he didn't know if he would be able to stand it if she did. "What do you mean, Keiko?"

Hearing the apprehension in his voice, Keiko immediately sought to soothe him. "I'm laying here, fondling myself for you, doing everything you tell me to...and you think I'll just sit back and let you get by with nothing? Come now, Kurama. You know me better than that."

She delighted in the shocked gasp she heard from the other end of the line, laughing at his reaction to her statement. She waited for him to compose himself enough to answer her.

'So, she wants to play does she? Well, we can certainly oblige, can't we Youko?' Youko chuckled sinfully. ~Indeed, Shuichi. Indeed we can...~ "How could I have ever imagined such a thing? I do know you better than that Keiko, though I still don't know you half as well as either of us should like. We'll have to...get together sometime and fix that little problem, won't we?"

Keiko felt as if her breath had been stolen from her momentarily. Had Kurama just propositioned her?! It had surely sounded like if from where she was standing... or rather, laying. She wondered briefly where all this playfulness had come from and why they were finding it so easy to talk to each other in such a way. Had she ever even thought of Kurama in a sexual way before? No, not really.

Well, there had been that one time when the gang had all went to the lake swimming and she, along with the other girls, had been treated to a good look at the four Reikai Tentei members shirtless. She remembered staring a bit longer than necessary at the toned sleekness of Kurama's body. His torso was a masterpiece, tightly corded muscle, yet not overly done. His long legs were equallly impressive. Strong calves and thighs made for making those graceful leaps and flips that his body had achieved during his fights in the Dark Tournament. For an instant in time, Keiko had actually wanted to splay her hands over those chisled pecs and feel the muscles twitch under her touch.

Blushing, Keiko broke herself out of the memory and brought her attention back to the conversation at hand. Did she, or did she not want to fix their little problem? It was tempting, she had to admit. A very exciting concept to say the least. Did she dare take that leap? 'Well, I am practically making out with him over the phone...' Keiko's blush deepened at that reminder. It was totally unheard of for her to be so bold and daring. But... in a way, it was also very liberating. She felt free. Free of her inhibitions. Of her issues with the current status, or non-status rather, of her love life. So, yes. Yes, she did think it a very nice idea to give Kurama a chance. After all, what girl in her right mind would say no to a tryst with a sexy red head such as Kurama?

Certainly not Keiko!

Her smile widened into one of pure mischief and playfullness. "Yes, Kurama. I do believe you're right. We need to fix that problem. Very soon."

Kurama smirked, plotting the times and locations he could get himself and Keiko alone in. "Well then, very soon it is. Now...have you ever brought yourself pleasure in this way before Keiko?"

Keiko felt the mischeviousness swell within her, an unknown voice in the back of her mind prompting her to say what she said next. "Have you ever touched yourself, Kurama?"

Kurama chuckled. Keiko was getting bolder by the minute. "Keiko, you know it's rude to answer a question with a question." He paused momentarily, before a smile came to his face. "But to answer you, yes I have. Many times, and usually while thinking of you, Why, does the thought intrigue you? Does it make you ache?"

Keiko's eyes drifted closed at his revelation, her left hand never having stopped its massaging motion on her breast. For a moment, she imagined that it was Kurama's hand there, toying with her hardened nub. Long, slender fingers, splayed across the pliant flesh as he kneaded it gently, yet firmly. She couldn't stop a soft moan from escaping her as she answered all his questions with one simple word.

"....yes."

Kurama never imagined that one simple word could ever have the power to take his breath, much less all of his good reason. Her throaty admittance had ingnited a fire in him that he hadn't previously known existed. The desire to touch himself was prominent, but he had always lived by the 'Do unto others' standard. He wouldn't do a thing until Keiko told him to. He whispered huskily, "What would you have me do, Keiko?"

To say Keiko was pleased by his response was putting it lightly. Inside, Keiko was mentally jumping for joy. 'Oh yay! The game continues!' That little voice, now constantly running commentary in the back of her mind stated gleefully. Keiko was beginning to suspect that the voice was none other than her common sense, making sure she came to her senses this time around and not waste time on childhood crushes blown out of proportion and instead, take the bull by the horns... or was it, take the kitsune by the... well, that was beside the point. Keiko knew exactly what she wanted Kurama to do first.

"Well, you remember that time we all went swimming out at the lake, right?" She asked softly.

"Yes, I remember that day quite vividly. Actually, I remember your swimsuit and the way you stared at me a bit more vividly than anything else."

Keiko laughed huskily. "Was I that obvious?"

"No, not all that obvious I don't think. I mean, I'm almost positive that no one else noticed, I just paid more attention to what you were doing than you were led to believe." Kurama chuckled.

"Hmm.." Keiko acknowledged the red head's statement and decided to make a revelation of her own. "Well then, just so you know, the reason that I was staring was because I really wanted to run my hands over your chest that day."

Kurama cleared his throat. "D-...did you really? Odd, I had been having the exact same thoughts about you..."

Keiko giggled. "Wow... I'm flattered, Kurama." She said, in awe that he had been thinking of her at all that day. "I mean, to think that we both... well, anyway, the reason I brought this up is... well, would you touch your chest for me? Kind of like the way I'm doing to mine right now?"

"Of course Keiko. Whatever you wish." Kurama's left hand ghosted up his side from where it had been lying prone at his side, sending pleasurable shivers up his spine. Starting at his collarbone, he traced a slow path up his jawline, bringing his fingers to his mouth. Lightly suckling on two of them, he instructed Keiko to do the same.

"Keiko...I want you to lightly trail your fingers up from your breasts until you reach your mouth. After that, take your index and middle fingers and suck on them slightly. Get them nice and wet for me, understand?"

"Yes, Kurama." Keiko obediently did as Kurama asked, slipping the two indicated fingers between her lips and began to suck, laving them lightly with her tongue.

"That's right, just do as I tell you..." Retracting his fingers from his mouth, Kurama once again trailed his own fingers down the graceful column of his neck and down to the sleek, muscled planes of his chest. Circling his right nipple with his still damp finger and delighting in the sensation of the coolness of his drying saliva on the sensitive area, he once again gave Keiko explicit instructions on how she should countinue.

Kurama moaned his instructions to Keiko, toying with his nipples all the while. "Now Keiko, trace your way back down to your breasts with the tips of your fingers. Can you feel the coolness of the air against your heated skin? How does it feel Keiko?"

Keiko whimpered in delight as she discovered that every word Kurama said was true. She could feel the cool air against her skin and it served to intensify the touch of her fingers. Breaths coming in deep pants by now, Keiko tried to describe what she was feeling, but in the end, all she could manage was a throaty moan in response to his question.

Shuddering at the sound of her moan, Kurama once again relayed to her what he wanted her to do. "Now, I want you to prop the phone between your shoulder and neck so that your other hand is free. Would you do that for me, Keiko?"

Keiko moaned a 'yes' as she did what Kurama said. Once both her hands were free, she asked, "Now what?"

Kurama chuckled darkly. "Now, dear Keiko, I want you to fulfill a fantasy for me. I want you to trace both of your hands down between the valley of your breasts... and then... then I want you to bring them up to cup those luscious mounds for me. Like I've been wanting to do for some time now."

Keiko hastily complied, doing as Kurama had commanded, in complete awe that Kurama had fantasies about her. "Okay." She moaned breathily. Anything that Kurama had dreamed up was bound to be a whole helluva lot more than just interesting.

Kurama smiled in carnal anticipation, knowing that Keiko would do whatever he bid her do. "Now, Keiko...flick your nipples with your thumbs. Now twist them. Make it rough, Keiko." He heard her moaning as she did so, pleasure with traces of pain from the roughness in her voice, "When this night is over, the line between pain and pleasure will be so blurred that you may never be able to distinguish between the two ever again."

Keiko gave a shuddered sigh as her mouth went dry with anticipation. Kurama's words had frightened her to an extent, but they still held an allure... one that she could not decline. "I would expect no less from you, Kurama." She whispered.

Kurama shivered in pleasure. His green eyes flashed gold as he replied. "Would you, Keiko? Well..." He chuckled darkly, "we do so hate to disappoint."

"Oh, I know you won't, Kurama," She whispered seductively, "But now, I believe it's my turn. What I want you to do, is to take your right hand and reach up behind your right ear. Lightly graze the skin there with your fingertips as you slowly slide them down and around the underside of your ear, brushing the skin softly as you move down the side of your neck with your fingers before bringing them up your chin to your lips." Keiko smiled, getting into the part and enjoying it emmensely. "Now, imagine that that is my lips upon your's, Kurama. Can you do that for me?"

Kurama did as she bade him, wishing that it truly was her lips upon his, but this was the next best thing. "Yes, I can." He replied, and did so.

Keiko listened to the soft sounds coming from Kurama on the other side of the line. Her body reacted to those sounds, driving her to become even bolder. Ever so slowly, Keiko's hand began to drift across and down her body, her fingertips sliding across her skin leisurely as she waited for Kurama's next command.

"Okay. Keiko? I want you to do something for me, alright? I need you to stop playing with your breasts for a little while. Will you do that for me Keiko?"

Keiko whimpered pitifully but did as Kurama asked, stopping her hand from its wandering. "Yes, Kurama."

Kurama smiled when he heard her whimper, thinking over all the things he could do to her to make her whimper again, though for a slightly different reason. "Good. Thank you. Now, Keiko, I need you to tell me something before we continue okay?"

Keiko nodded, forgetting for the moment that Kurama couldn't see her, before correcting herself and speaking up. "Okay. What?"

Kurama hesitated a bit, hoping that she wouldn't be offended by his rather...intrusive question. 'Well, I'm basically phone fucking the poor girl as it is, so...' "Do you shave, Keiko?"

Keiko felt her face flood with a heated blush at that question, her body stiffening slightly. "Wha-"

Kurama winced. He should have known she would be somewhat startled at the question. "Keiko...I really need to know. It's nothing to be ashamed of either way. Youko and I both have our preferences, so either way you're safe..." Kurama let the sentence hang to give her room for interpretation. She didn't need to know just yet that he and Youko's preferences were exactly the same.

Keiko found it kind of hard to breathe. She was also having trouble believing that Kurama had just asked her such a personal question. But then again, they were having sex over the phone, so... She swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. "W-well... it all depends on what you mean, I guess. I'm supposing you're not referring to my legs, are you." Keiko said, a bit warily.

Kurama smiled a bit, wondering how Yusuke had ever been able to keep up with a girl like Keiko. "No, Keiko, I'm not referring to your legs. Again, you've no need for apprehension. It doesn't matter either way."

Keiko felt her blush deepen even further despite Kurama's assurances. Dare she tell him her deep, dark secret? Not even Yusuke had known this about her, and they had went pretty far during their make out sessions, what few of them they had had. Finally, Keiko finally came to a decision. 'In for a penny...' She thought, taking a deep breath as she whispered her response.

"Yes..."

Kurama nearly dropped the phone. He'd had his hopes, ~And dreams...~ Youko added in, but he had honestly expected her to be incredulous at the very thought of shaving something so intimate. It appeared he was wrong. Youko however, was nearly dancing in triumph.

~I knew it! There is no way in hell she could wear half the clothes she wears if she didn't! Didn't I tell you, Shuichi? Didn't I say?~

Kurama sighed mentally. 'Yes Youko, you did. I was wrong, you were right.'

Kurama groaned as he felt himself becoming almost painfully hard. "Now, Keiko, trail your fingers from your breasts and slip them beneath your underwear. I want you to smooth your hand down, just brushing the outside of where you shave. Imagine it's my hand and tell me what you feel."

By now, Keiko's breathing had grew to anticipatory pants as she followed Kurama's instructions, her fingers dipping beneath the material of the only article of clothing she had left on. She'd only just finished bathing a few hours before, right before coming to bed, and so the skin of her nether regions were nice and smooth. Her hand trembled slightly as her questing fingers finally reached their destination and paused as they lightly caressed the sensitive area between her thighs.

"It feels soft... smooth... and warm." Keiko breathed into the reciever. "Is that what you want to know, Kurama?"

Kurama groaned slightly at Keiko's description, his hand dipping beneath the silk of his own pants to knead his already painfully hard arousal. Smiling into the reciever, he replied in a hushed tone, "Though your assessment does wonders for my imagination, Keiko, no...that isn't quite what I meant. What do you feel. Does your blood heat when you touch yourself imagining my hand instead of yours? Does the coolness of your fingers doing what I would be if I were there make you jump from your skin? Does it make you burn Keiko?"

Keiko's heart skipped a beat, her breath hitching within her throat, making it near impossible for her to answer. Yet, somehow, she did. "Yes. My whole body feels... hot, but not uncomfortably so. It's more like...like..." Keiko shifted as she tried to think of the words to describe the way her body felt at that moment. "...sunbathing. It's like...tanning out on the beach, only when I think of you...of your hands on me... it's like I'm getting a sunburn."

Kurama chuckled at her response. "I'm like a sunburn, am I? I'd like to apologize then. I know how...uncomfortable a sunburn can be." He laughed again. "Are you sure you wish to continue?" To Keiko, it may have sounded like more playful banter from Kurama, but he needed the confirmation that she wouldn't regret anything that happened that night.

"Yes!" Keiko blushed as she realized how needy her reply had sounded. Not wanting him to think badly of her, she quickly added, "I-I mean... only if you want to as well."

Sighing in relief, Kurama reassured her. "Yes, Keiko, I'd like nothing more than to continue with our...activities. Now, if you would be so kind, I want you to run your fingers even lower than they are now. Use them to part the petals of your flower and tell me about the texture, the warmth, the reaction to your touch...I want to know everything Keiko."

"I-I understand," She sighed softly into the phone. Kurama's lust filled words were making her body tremble in the most delightful way. Slowly, Keiko slid her hand down further, nervously slipping a finger between her moist folds. A low whimpre escaped her lips as it brushed against a certain spot that sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her.

"I'm so....wet," She moaned, her finger advancing further, "IT feels slick and... soo warm." She continued, moving her finger experimentally within her most intimate spot. She did as Kurama had said and imagined her finger to be his, and almost immediately her body responded, growing even wetter as the lovely throbbing sensation within her core grew even more intense. "Oh, Kurama... feels so good." She managed to moan as she worked her fingers faster across her heated flesh.

Kurama chuckled into the reciever. "Slow down, Keiko. I assure you, it can only get better. There is no need to rush. Now, repeat your actions, slower this time, and tell me what you feel."

Keiko groaned. "Hey, no fair! It seems to me that I'm the only one dishing out descriptions here." She paused in her actions, stilling her hand as she spoke. "I refuse to do or say anything more unless you participate as well., Kurama."

Kurama stared at the phone in blatant surprise, thankful that he was alone. Shock was not an emotion that one often saw etched into the lines of his face, but this little brunette had managed to astonish him time and time again in the course of only one night! 'Well then. If she wants to be stubborn, I suppose I'll just have to give her what she wants...' "What would you have me do, Keiko?"

Keiko pondered a moment as she idly stroked herself with her finger, boldly adding another as a wicked smile crossed her normally innocent face. "Well, seeing as you've already said you don't have a shirt on. And you've already made me remove a piece of my clothing. I think you should return the favor. Take off your pants."

Smiling, Kurama complied. Placing the phone on the bed, he stood and began removing the only remaining article of clothing he had left on. He hissed in relief as the slightly constricting garment was at long last cast off. Setting them over the chair at his desk to avoid wrinkling the delicate material, Kurama happily made his way back to the bed. Once seated, he again picked up the phone. He voiced his next question with a slightly impatient whine. "What next, Keiko?"

Keiko felt her pulse race. "Now..." She began, her fingers beginning to explore once again. "Now, I want you to run your hand down your body. Slowly make your way down your chest... your abdomen... all the way down to your hips." By now, Keiko's face was flushed, but not from embarrassment. "I want you to touch yourself, Kurama.... and pretend that it's me touching you."

Kurama groaned. "Honestly, Keiko, I can't remember a time when I haven't imagined it was you touching me." He flushed at his revelation, but did as he was told nonetheless. He growled as he ran his hands down his tensed body, feeling the muscles jump beneath his fingertips as he imagined Keiko's delicate hands upon him.

His hands coming to rest on his hips, Kurama moaned huskily into the reciever, "Now what, Keiko? I want to hear you say what it is you want me to do..."

Keiko bit her lip as she heard Kurama's words, reigning in a particularly deep moan. He wanted her to... go into detail? "Okay, Kurama. But I must warn you though, I've never done this before... this or.. the other thing... what I mean is..." She gave a soft sigh. "I'm a virgin."

Kurama chuckled at her reply. "I am aware of that Keiko. Just...outline what you want, give me a general idea, and I'll handle things from that point, alright?"

She nodded, then allowed herself to slip into the deepest, darkest corner of her mind where she kept all of her forbidden desires and fantasies hidden away. "Okay... I want you to run your fingertips lightly along the length of your..." Keiko stopped, flushing as she found herself unable to utter the name of the appendage she was referring to. "A-along your length."

The slight stutter in her words only proved that her earlier words were true without a doubt. The surety of her purity did nothing to quell the intense ache that had developed during the course of their late night conversation. Keiko couldn't see it, but his eyes flashed gold at the admittance of the extent of her innocence. Groaning, Kurama did as she asked, and lightly ran his fingers over the flesh of his straining cock.

Keiko heard his pleasure filled groan and felt a thrill rush through her, urging her to continue. "That's it, Kurama. Touch yourself lightly. Feather soft touches that only I could give you. Now... tell me how it feels?"

Her delicately voiced question only spurred him on stronger. Trying to grab hold of any single thought in the midst of the confusing emotions and physical reactions her almost-presence brought him, Kurama somehow found the ability to compose an acceptable answer. Hissing, he described what he was feeling. "Oh, Keiko. It's exquisite, so exquisite. The thought of your hands on me makes me burn with a passion so intense that it's like nothing you could ever imagine! It's wonderous, Keiko. How does that sound? How does it feel to know that you and you alone can make me feel such things where countless others have tried and long since failed? How does it feel, Keiko? Tell me..."

By the end of his description, Keiko could safely say that she was a smoldering pile of cinders in the middle of her bed. With every word that was uttered over the line, it seemed that Keiko's body had soared that much higher into the flames of desire that had been slowly consuming her. With Kurama's comments about his view on her and the possiblity of her touch turning him on in such a way, Keiko felt the fires beginning to engulf her and she worked her fingers within her folds more quickly, every once in a while allowing a finger to stray high enough to flick that bundle of nerves, shooting even more fire through her viens.

"Oh, Kurama... I had no idea! Oh, god, just hearing you say that makes me feel like... like I'm on fire!" At this point there was no way she could stifle the moan which escaped her.

urama didn't bother keeping his vocalizations to himself. Moaning, he urged her to continue. "Yes, Keiko. You make me burn in such a way that it rivals the intense heat of the Makai sun. But, oh! Keiko, it's such a sensuous burning. Feel it, Keiko. Feel the lick of the flame on your skin, burning you from the outside in. That is me, Keiko. Those are my hands, that is my tongue, and my voice. You are mine, Keiko. Mine. And I have every intention of keeping it that way." Stroking in time with Keiko's pleasured moans, Kurama all at once felt the need to finish this. He knew Keiko was close, it was just a question of how far she needed to go.

By now, Keiko's hips were rocking in a rhythmic motion as she arched against her pleasuring hand. "Oh! Yes, Kurama, yes! Make me yours. I want... I want to belong to you!" As she cried out, her other hand strayed up and began to absently massage her left breast, her fingers plucking at the hardened tip and unwittingly adding to her pleasure.

Kurama, becoming even more aroused at Keiko's admission, unintentionally tightened the grip on his weeping erection. Feeling the pleasurable tension that signalled the early beginnings of climax, he called out to Keiko while still working his hands over his own body. "Oh, Keiko! I'm going to cum!" He growled as his hand seemed to develop a mind of it's own; a mind that appeared to be impatient. As his hand worked his member with more vigor than it had prior, he decided that their matinee needed to close. "You see what you do to me, Keiko? It shocks even me, the intensity of the emotions that you manage to bring forth with only your voice. Well now it's my turn. Hear me, Keiko. Hear my voice and let my climax trigger yours. Can you do that Keiko?"

Keiko heard the husky tone of Kurama's voice, signaling he was nearing the brink and it helped to boost her own body's excitement to the near breaking point. Her fingers began to work faster, plunging into her now dripping core and feeling her clenching inner walls as they worked to draw her climax to a close. "Yes, Kurama." She panted, needing to hear his seductive voice again. Wanting his satiny tone to flow over her and to hear it crack as he came.

She got her wish. His voice breaking in pleasure, Kurama was forced to growl his demands into the reciever. "Cum for me, Keiko. Cum for me. Feel my hands on you, in you, and give yourself to your pleasure. Hold nothing back, Keiko. Nothing at all. I can picture you writhing in ecstacy, screaming out my name from underneath me, from on top of me...and it nearly kills me. This...this is what I've been waiting for for longer than you may ever know. So cum for me Keiko." As his orgasm took hold of his mind and body, he moaned his last sentece to her; his voice laced with carnal desire and emotional fulfillment. "Now cum!"

As if Kurama's final words were the trigger, Keiko's body practically arched from the bed as she reached her peak, falling over the precipice and into the arms of sweet oblivion as she cried out her release. "Oh, Kurama! I'm-I'm cumming!" She collapsed bonelessly back into the mattress as she felt the tension that had been unleashed leave her satiated body. Her entire body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat due to her exertions and her breathing was coming in irregular gasps as she tried to recover her senses. From over the line, she could hear Kurama's breathing, as erratic as her own and couldn't help but smile in satisfaction.

After he had slowed his breathing, Kurama collapsed onto his bed, noting the fast pace at which Keiko was still breathing. Stretching languidly, he chuckled into the telephone, "Did you have fun tonight, Keiko? I know I did."

Keiko took a final steadying breath before she was able to speak, but finally managed to say, "Well.. it certainly wasn't what I expected when I dailed the phone, that's for sure." She laughed lightly. "Though you did manage to take my mind off of my troubles."

Kurama laughed along with her. "Yes, well...I wasn't really expecting something of this nature either, and I'm glad I could be of service in ridding you of your troubles. Even if it was only temporary relief." Sadness tinged the last bit of his sentence. He acknowledged that she had told him of her want to be his, but lust could play very cruel tricks on a mind. She may not have meant any of what she said, and he wouldn't bring it up to her; the possibility of hurting her was far too great to be worth it.

Now that her mind was becoming more clear, Keiko began to recall certain things that had been said during their heated session. One sentence in particular that Kurama had said stood out the most, causing a bit of hope to well up within her. You are mine, Keiko. The memory of the possessive way he'd said it caused her to shudder, but she wasn't sure if she should bring it up or not. "Err.. Kurama?" She began hesitantly, curiosity and the need to know for certain getting the better of her.

Kurama caught her hesitation. "Yes, Keiko? What is it?" He assumed that this would be the incredibly awkward goodbye, and braced himself for her rejection.

Biting her lip, Keiko hesitated a moment, wording her next question as best she could. "Earlier, you said something that...sort of surprised me..and I was wondering... did you really mean it?"

Kurama had no idea as to which 'something' she was referring to, but answered her question despite. "I meant anything and everything I said Keiko. Why do you ask?"

Keiko's eyes widened in surprise. Whatever response she'd been expecting, it certainly hadn't been that! "E-everything? Even... even the part about me belonging to you?" She spoke her words in a whisper of disbelief.

He barely caught the disbelieving whisper. Frowning, he replied. "Yes, Keiko. Even that...but only if the notion is mutual. As you would belong to me, I would belong to you as well. I hope that will answer any other questions about my statements that you may have."

Keiko had to pace herself from blurting out something before thinking it through. Was the feeling mutual? Did she actually want to belong to Kurama? To have him belong to her? This had all come to a head so suddenly that Keiko was having a hard time grasping the fact that it was, in fact, happening. "Kurama, I... don't know what to say."

She closed her eyes as images of Yusuke filled her mind. Of all the times that he'd claimed to care about her, but then turned right around and proceeded to hurt her, time and time again. And then, the final scene. Of his harsh dismissal of her and the way he'd gone about ending their relationship... Had it even been a real relationship to begin with? All the passion and the tenderness she had thought to exist between herself and the Toushin were nowhere near as intense as the malestrome of feelings that Kurama and she had elicited within each other in just one simple, granted intense, telephone conversation. During that time, not a single thought had been spared in Yusuke's direction. So, what did that mean exactly? As the answer to that question dawned on Keiko, she smiled beautifully and opened her eyes.

"Kurama?" When he acknowledged her, she continued. "You said that you meant every word you said. If that's true then... Do you still wish to fix our little problem that we spoke of earlier?"

To say Kurama was surprised would fall severely short of what he was feeling at that point in time. 'Is...Is she...' He paused, in awe of the sudden turn of events. 'Is she coming on to me?' This was, quite possibly, the closest Kurama had ever come to being speechless. Calming himself, he tried to formulate a somewhat decent response. "Was that an invitation?"

Keiko's melodious laugh drifted across the line to reach Kurama's disbelieving ears. "You could call it that, I suppose." A pause, and then. "Well, do you?"

Composing himself, Kurama answered, "Of course. Just name the time and place and I will be there." Laughing slightly, he wasn't even remotely prepared for her response.

"Um... how does, right here and right now sound?"

He dropped the phone.

Scrambling to pick the reciever once more, after succeeding, Kurama stuttered his way through a response. "Well...ahh...Keiko, I'm...I'm not actually there you know. What we did....it was, um...it was over the phone, and...and though I'd love to come over and absolutely ravish you...I'm-...I'm sure your parents are there and it would be terribly awkward for me to show up at...at your house in the middle of the night. And really! What would I say? "Oh! Hello Mrs. Yukimura! Me? No, no...just thought I'd drop by to soundly fuck your daughter through the floor boards-" He was cut off by her giggles.

"Kurama.." She managed to stem her laugh. "I was just kidding. Calm down."

"...oh." Despite years of lessons imposed upon him by Youko in the art of masking his emotion, he couldn't hide the disappointment in his tone.

Keiko caught his tone and smiled mischeviously. "Um, Kurama? If you weren't paying attention earlier, I wasn't all that successful with keeping my voice down, you know..." She trailed off with those words, leaving the kitsune to draw his own conclusions.

Kurama thought over her words, knowing she was implying something, and knowing also that that something was more than likely vitally important to his wellfare, but for the life of him...he couldn't exactly place his finger on her implications. Sighing in irritation, he grimaced as he realized what he would be forced to do. Pausing slightly, and bidding all pride in his astounding intelligence a fond farewell, he replied. "....eh?"

Keiko nearly sweatdropped. This was the all knowing Kurama aka Shuichi Minamino? "Ah.. my parents aren't here. They went to visit some old friends and won't be back until next week." She stated bluntly.

Kurama idly wondered if he could get by with a well placed, "I was teasing, Keiko.", but decided against it. He was many things, but a liar he was not. Carefully executed deception? Most assuredly. But not lying. And definitely not to Keiko. "Oh. Well then, what say you on the prospect of an early morning tryst with someone such as myself?" Kurama sighed contentedly. His eloquence had returned to him.

Keiko could feel her blood heat at his words, her heart skipping a beat. "I wouldn't object in the least." She said, blushing lightly as a bit of her shyness which she had shed earlier came back full force. Galliantly, she fought it back down. "I'll, uh, just be waiting for you right here.. exactly as I am." She added, referring to her state of undress.

Kurama smiled a sultry smile. "I'll be right over." Hanging the phone on its cradle, Kurama stood and began to redress. Placing his pajama bottoms on once again, and haphazardly pulling on a plain white wife beater, he paused at the door to his room for a moment, gazing at the phone with a fondness that had not been there prior. A snarled ~Get your ass out that door and over to her house now!~ from Youko had him down the stairs and locking the front door in record time.

'Ready or not, Keiko....here we come.'~*~

Owari