Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ The Pleasures of Mirrors ❯ Liquid Mirror (1-4) ( Chapter 1 )

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The Pleasures of Mirrors

Summary: Shuiichi is a normal boy with a kind and loving mother. Unknown to him, there is a presence that wants him more that he could have ever thought possible. He is frightened the first time the voice makes itself known, not being able to remain dormant while such a delicious boy looked back at him in the mirror, not knowing someone watched his every move


Chapter 1:

Shuiichi arose gently from slumber as a bright light shone through his window, betraying the darkness of silence. A low groan escaped his silky soft lips, and he rolled over to face away from the disturber of sleep. However, it seemed that the sun had not yet finished its job, and thus, it filled his room completely with its glory as it rose higher into the crystal blue sky.

Even turned over, Shuiichi was unable to block out the cheerful light that had put a dampener on his mood that morning. Glaring at the sun through his window, he grumpily rose from his bed to pull the curtains shut. Another moan of annoyance came from the back of his throat when the light continued to shine through the crimson red fabric.

Giving up on any chance of sleep, he glanced at his alarm clock, which professionally displayed the time, and date. 'Sun', short for Sunday, glowed green beside the green numbers of the time. In his glance, he had also been informed that it was 7 am. A cold glare was elicited from the crimson haired boy, and he felt like cursing the sun.

With a resigned sigh, he gracefully strode to his closet, contemplating what he should wear that day A blood-red chemise snagged his attention, and he smiled as brightly as the sun. Reaching for the shirt, he wondered how he could have forgotten it, it being buried in his closet for some time without so much as being touched since the day he had purchased it. When his hand glazed the fabric, it paused. Not hesitating again, he pulled it from the hanger gently, feeling the silk fabric slip across his outstretched arm like liquid softness. He gently held the shirt before his critical eyes, and wondered how in the name of Youko Kurama he had forgotten about such a precious gem of a button up shirt. The small buttons were pearly red, suiting the chemise nicely.

Walking back to his yet to be made bed, he placed the shirt gently upon it. As gracefully as a willow bends in the breeze, he glided back to his closet to locate the expensive pants he had bought the other week for special occasions. After locating it in the forest of clothing, he pulled it from its hanger and placed it upon his bed, beside the delicate shirt he had taken a liking to.

Walking to his dresser, he pulled open the top drawer in the search of the black silk boxers he had bought only yesterday. He had been given money by his mother a week ago, instructed to get himself anything he wanted with it, having complete faith her son wouldn't waste the $500 on unimportant things. She'd been right, and Shuiichi had only bought after he had thought over every purchase carefully, wondering if he might be able to get the same article for a lower price at another store. First he had bought the pants, for $125 (no joke), and then a few days following, he'd bought an emerald green button up shirt made of a strange shiny fabric for $75, which he had thought a good deal. Then there were the black silk boxers he had bought, flowing like liquid, for roughly $15. He now had $385 dollars left, and planned on saving it for later use.

After he had located some black cotton socks, he placed the articles of clothing on his (still unmade) bed. He reached down to the bottom of his button up pajama top, and took it in his hands. He pulled the red cotton fabric up and over his head, revealing a shapely chest. The muscles rippled as he pulled down his pants, revealing him in full (don't forget the closed curtains). He walked over to his 6-foot mirror and gazed at his dazzling reflection. Emerald eyes stared calmly back at him through crimson red locks of hair. He examined his well-toned but lean body, and thought to himself, 'I wonder what I would look like in my Youko form I wonder if my body would be just as, or more, desirable'

<I can answer that question for you.>

Shuiichi jumped, his heart beating faster than normal. 'What was that?' he wondered to himself like a frightened rabbit.

<Do you want to know?> a voice asked seductively, origins unknown.

'Who or what are you?' Shuiichi asked, thinking he had lost his sanity.

<I can show you what I am, and what I can do but only if you let me> the voice said, sounding seductively convincing.

Shuiichi's eyes widened at what the voice was implying. 'Who are you?!' he asked, looking around his room.

<I said I can show you do you want me to show you or not?>

Shuiichi was silent for a moment, not knowing what to do. After a moment, however, he thought back tentatively, 'Yes'

<Perfect> the voice said, lust filling it.

Shuiichi's eyes widened when he finally realized what the strange tone was in the voice's voice He turned away form the mirror and glanced cautiously around the room. Backing up against the cool surface of the glass, Shuiichi tried to locate the voice.

Feeling the mirror ripple beneath his back, Shuiichi jumped away from it. Evidently, he was not quick enough, for hands snagged him and pulled him back to the mirror. Shock flowing through him in waves, Shuiichi tried to fight whatever had taken a hold of him. To his horror, he was pulled right through the rippling mirror like it was metallic water. He reached a hand out to try and grip the frame of the mirror, but it was in vain as he was quickly jerked inside

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Chapter 2:

<>Shuiichi's POV<>
I woke to darkness deeper than midnight with no moon. It surrounded me fully, letting no light through to reach me as I sunk into a daze. Confusion filled me, and I wondered what had happened that was when I remembered the mirror and those hands

A shudder wracked my body and I tried to forget how silky they had felt against my skin

Glancing once again at the eternal darkness, I tried to locate some means of escape. Unfortunately I was met with none, and I wondered for how long would I float in such a depressing situation, not knowing what happened in the outside world

A soft touch pulled me from my depressing thoughts, and my back became tense. The touch moved sensually from my chest down to my taut stomach muscles, then began to slowly stroke across my skin in circles. I tried to see what ever was touching me, but to no avail. The darkness was too thick, and I could not see anything in my surroundings.

The touch vanished, and I sighed softly in relief. It was short lived, however, for two touches came back, moving up and down my ribcage sensually. Heat pooled in my lower regions, and I tried to forget the pleasing softness. My eyes became half lidded as they continued to slide up and down my sides, relaxing me. A low sound vibrated in my ears, and it took me a moment to realize that I was the source.

I moaned deeply in my chest, unable to keep myself from basking in the pleasure of the talented hands. A whimper unconsciously escaped my lips when the touch vanished. My blood was pounding in my ears, sounding like a drum. I felt a painful throb, and my dazed mind tried to comprehend what it was

Hands wrapped around me, causing my eyes to roll back in ecstasy when the talented fingers began to slowly slide up and down Pleasure far greater than before wracked my body, and I tried to hold it back. Something slick, warm, and wet slid up and down me, and stars danced before my eyes. The wet object went back up to the tip of me and twirled sensually across it. My eyes closed and a deep moan vibrated in the deep recesses of my throat. Before I could reach the pinnacle, however, the ministrations stopped, and vanished from my senses.

Confused, I looked about me in a futile attempt to see where the touch had gone. The darkness seemed to close in on me, and I began to feel vulnerable. Panicking, I tried to see through the thick black shroud, to no avail. I closed my eyes, attempting to block out the darkness. Curling up in a ball, I became miserable, and wondered when I would once again see the light of day


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Please! Let me know what you think! I don't know if this is so great so far ^^' Can't help but feel skeptic, after all my other failure stories


Chapter 3:

Despair ate away at Shuiichi, and he thought cruelly to himself, 'Why am I getting so scared over something like this?! I'm the voice of reason, I'm always calm and collected during a mission! If the Spirit Detectives saw me now what would they think of me? What would they think of my weakness? I don't want to feel weak usually I'm in control of the situation but this scares me I've never been in something so unpredictable before And this darkness eats away at me every second I feel so hopeless' The last thought resonated through Shuiichi's (a.k.a. Kurama's) mind, and he couldn't help but cringe at his own depressing thoughts. 'Why am I so down? Usually I'M the one trying to calm the rest of the team!' he thought furiously to himself as he squeezed his knees tighter into his chest. 'And I wish I had some cloths I would feel much less exposed'

<>Youko's POV<>

I teased the boy slowly and sensually, running my hands up and down the smooth and flawless skin of his chest. The texture both amazed and aroused me, for I had never been able to touch such softness without distraction before (a.k.a. the Dark Tournament). So silky soft I have to touch more

I moved my hands away for a moment, and almost laughed cruelly when I heard a soft sigh of relief. My hands glided up and down the ribs of Shuiichi, the human side of me, that I had fallen in love with many years ago, without being able to claim him as my own. But now, I had the perfect boy in my hands, and I could do as I wished for as long as I wanted I could keep him here forever, and pleasure him beyond ecstasy for eternity him and me, in this dimension where no one can interrupt us

Gliding my hand across his silk skin, I was pleased to smell the scent of his delicious arousal. I smirked when I heard a moan vibrate deeply in his chest

I pulled away my hands, and was greatly pleased to hear a whimper escape my angel's lips. Looking down, for I could see in the darkness, I saw his hardened member. Smirking, I wrapped my hands around him and watched as his eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy. I painfully slowly moved my hands up and down him, stretching his skin to the fullest. When I felt he was about to come to his climax, I leaned down toward him. Slowly and sensually, I licked upwards to the tip of him, where the wetness of pre-cum was evident. I swished my tongue across his tip, tasting him, and almost came because of its delectable taste. I heard a low moan resonate through the beautiful redhead's body, and pulled away from him. I watched with half-lidded eyes as the redhead looked so sexy, filled with pleasure

Shuiichi looked around first confused, then slightly fearful. A frown creased my brow as he curled up in a ball, trembling. Wondering what was going through his mind, I watched him as waves of misery roiled off him in dark waves Not pleased with this new development, I floated behind him

<>Shuiichi's POV<>

I tensed as warm hands slowly and gently uncurled my body. Filled with confusion, I tried to sense the presence behind me. To my annoyance, I could not sense any form of spirit energy whatsoever... I felt warm arms wrap themselves around my stomach, and pull me into a warm and muscular body. I tensed when I felt a hardness, but tried unsuccessfully to relax.

<Calm yourself, my Shuiichi I am here to protect and pleasure you, not harm you>

The voice resonated through the darkness like light, transforming the once gloomy cloud of black into a beautiful forest. My eyes widened when the sun shone upon my skin, warming me, and the sparkling water of the small lake before me glittered beautifully in the light. The silence was strange for a forest, but peaceful and comfortable.

A thought struck me, and I looked down at the arms that still surrounded me. To my shock, not only did I see pale white skin, I saw that I lay in a bed of rose petals! The scent hit my nose like a welcoming organic perfume. Eyes half-lidded, I glanced over my shoulder to see who the presence was.

I was shocked when I saw the person who had made me burn with pleasure greater than the very scent of roses

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Chapter 4:

Liquid gold eyes bore into Shuiichi's widened emerald. "Youko?" Shuiichi asked softly, his voice a mere whisper on the wind.

Youko Kurama smirked, sending shivers down Shuiichi's spine. "Yes?" the fox asked, his voice rich and deep.

Shuiichi gulped and turned to look forward again. Moving slowly, he tried to pull out of Kurama's arms.

The youko, however, wouldn't have it, and pulled the redhead tighter against his muscular body. He buried his nose in Shuiichi's blood red locks, breathing in. The scent of roses hit him like a wave, and he could feel himself become harder, if possible. He moaned into the red hair, wanting release.

Shuiichi's back stiffened when he heard the pleasured moan. Trying harder, Shuiichi attempted to push against Kurama, although it was quite awkward seeing as he had no leverage. He froze when his thigh brushed something

Kurama sensually moaned deep in his chest when Shuiichi touched his hardened member unintentionally. Having had enough, he rolled the boy onto his back, and straddled him. He smirked when he saw the wide emerald eyes stare up at him in shock. Moving painfully slowly, Kurama leaned down until his face was a bare hair from Shuiichi's. He slowly pressed his lips against Shuiichi's and felt pleasure lance through his body like lightning.

Shuiichi moaned deeply into the kiss, pleasure shooting like shocks down his spine. His eyes closed from the pleasure of a simple kiss, but opened when the silver haired youko pulled away from him. Reaching up, Shuiichi pulled him back down, and ground himself upward into Kurama.

A deep and sensual moan reverberated through Kurama, and he moved his mouth to Shuiichi's neck. Placing his warm lips on the boy's pulse, Kurama began to suck gently. Smirking when the redhead bucked up underneath him, he continued his ministrations. Moving slowly, he trailed his tongue down Shuiichi's luscious neck, to his collarbone. He sucked his way gently across Shuiichi's shoulder before pulling away. Moving, so he was no longer straddling the boy, he straightened his legs so he lied on top of him.

Kurama placed butterfly kisses sensually down the center of Shuiichi's chest, to his stomach. He felt the muscles beneath his lips tense before relaxing. Smirking, he placed his mouth upon the redhead's bellybutton, then dove his tongue into the crevice.

Shuiichi moaned when Kurama used his talented tongue to make him, literally, speechless. Bathing in the pleasure only Kurama himself had ever been able to give him, he moaned deeply, never wanting it to end.

Having played enough, Kurama moved down further. He felt Shuiichi stiffen slightly when his tongue trailed wetly down the red curls. He licked a warm and sticky trail up Shuiichi's member, eliciting a cry of indescribable pleasure from him.

He smirked as he took Shuiichi in his mouth completely.

<>Shuiichi's POV<>

I felt only the warmth around me, surrounding me completely. With a cry, I came, incredible pleasure searing across my nerves like fire. It surrounded me in a comforting halo as I relaxed.

In a half-lidded stupor, I barely noticed as Kurama put butterfly kisses all over my body. Soon my body began to react, and I felt a painful harness again. Moaning lowly, I reflected on the youko's stamina. It was amazing that he could go for so long 'What a minute, he never came yet'

My eyes widened when I realized that this whole time, Kurama had been the one to pleasure me, and I had given him nothing in return. Moving so suddenly that I caught Kurama by surprise, I flipped him onto his back and straddled him.

<>Omniscient POV<>

Kurama's eyes widened when his human half changed their positions. His eyes widened further, however, when he saw the smirk on his koi's face

Shuiichi loved the power he felt as he began to kiss down Kurama's neck, eliciting moans from the youko. Smiling against milky white skin, he licked a path from the top of Kurama's delicious neck down to his collarbone.

Kurama was impressed that Shuiichi could be so talented but then again, they HAD shared both bodies AND memories for the last 15 years, not including before birth. A pleasured moan escaped his lips when he felt silky soft lips flash across his stomach in a teasing manner. He growled when the painful throbbing of his member increased.

Shuiichi froze when he heard a growl. Slowly looking up at Kurama, he was surprised to see annoyance on the youko's features. Thinking he had done something wrong, he began to pull away. However, Kurama sat up with him and whispered sexily in his ear.

"Don't start what you have no intention of finishing" He licked along the shell of the redhead's ear, trying to persuade him to continue.

Shuiichi relaxed considerably when he realized he hadn't done something wrong, but was surprised when the youko dragged him back down to the bed of roses. He lay on top of Kurama, wondering what to do, his cheek resting on the youko's shapely chest.

Kurama frowned when Shuiichi didn't react. Pulling him up by his arms, so they were face to face, he whispered again in his ear, "Why aren't you finishing?"

Shuiichi tensed when he heard the simple question. Oh sure, it wasn't THAT simple, to DO that is! Blushing, his lowered his head like a whipped dog.

Confusion filled his eyes as he eyed his redhead. 'What's wrong? I'm not that intimidating, am I? Is that it? He wasn't so embarrassed a moment ago' A sigh escaped his lips when he realized that the redhead was too embarrassed to continue. 'Well, I guess I deserve this, I DID growl after all' he thought to himself with disappointment.

Sighing, he rolled Shuiichi off of him so they were once again laying side by side, this time Shuiichi facing him. He examined Shuiichi's eyes, searching them for an answer. Not finding anything, he whispered into the redhead's ear, "Are you scared?"

Shuiichi's steadily growing blush bloomed when he heard those words, and he quickly tried to think up something to say "No I'm not"

"Do you want to stop?"

"No"

"Then why did you?"

"Because" Shuiichi stopped midsentence. Why HAD he stopped? He wasn't really scared was he? "I'm afraid that I'm not good enough" he said so softly that Kurama had to strain his ears to hear.

Frowning when he realized that his angel thought himself not very experienced he said softly, "Why do you believe that?"

Shuiichi paused, not knowing what to say. He lowered his eyes to stare at Kurama's chest, instead of his face, and tried to think up an exuse.

"If you are not comfortable in these accomidations," Kurama said, causing Shuiichi to look up at him suddenly, "Then I will return you to your world, where you might feel more comfortable.

Shuiichi's eyes widened, but before he could utter a response, he found himself suddenly surrounded by darkness. This time, however, there was a light to his left, and he floated through the darkness toward it. Looking out the rectangular shaped 'portal' he saw his room on the other side. Pushing through the portal, he was once again moving through what looked like liquid metal

He landed on the floor of his room with a quiet thud, and looked at his surroundings in confusion

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WHAT SHOULD HAPPEN?? Should I make this story a plotless love fic, or should I make this into a long story with action, love, etc. and a plot. You, the readers, decide, because I CAN'T! ^_^'


I know, I'm hopeless