Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ The Yaoi Story ❯ Chapter 1

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Standard Disclaimers: I don’t own ‘em. I didn’t create ‘em. I promise not to quit my day job!

a/n: Please be gentle. It’s my first yaoi and I found humor in the idea. Hope you do too. Yes, I realize everybody is so wildly out of character that they’re barely recognizable, but please bare with me for the sake of the story.

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The annoying little cursor on my computer screen blinked relentlessly.

Blink. Blink. Blink.

That didn’t make what I was attempting to do any easier, not by a long shot. In frustration, I fiddled with the paperclips on my desk. Moved the pens around and finally wound up getting my brush out of the top drawer and pulling it through my thick, chestnut hair for a few strokes.

I still wasn’t any closer to accomplishing my goal.

Sighing, I put the brush back and resolutely faced the keyboard.

What was the goal that had me so perplexed?

I, Keiko Yukimura, had decided I was going to write a yaoi fanfic.

Now, don’t roll your eyes too soon. And no gasping in shock either. Just because I’m a straight A student, and on more school committees than I can remember, doesn’t mean I don’t like more… Hmmm… How do I put this politely; plebian and carnal pursuits?

Ewww, way to stuffy. Sounds like Kurama sometimes when he’s on a rant.

But, how do I explain this desire to write about something I know absolutely nothing about, since I’m a heterosexual, teenaged girl? And what’s a nice girl like me doing even considering such an undertaking?

Blame it on peer pressure. My friends are all into various anime or manga series and after some arm twisting, “It’s not all fighting and giant robots, ya know Keiko” I watched some.

I fell in love with a tender hearted, redheaded swordsman who lived way back in the 1800’s. A morose, rather psychotic redhead, who wore just one earring, was a florist by day and an assassin by night beckoned me from my studies to keep track of his doings. The irreverent spiky haired redhead who fought for freedom for himself and those he cared about using a special, alter ability… Oh no! There was definitely a pattern here. Better not let Yusuke know I seem to have a preference for red heads.

Anyway, they had won my heart and soon I was scouring the internet for fan fiction written by others, just like me.

Then one day, I happened to click on a story that didn’t have much of a description. To my initial shock and horror, this story was about my favorite redheaded rurouni and a certain amber eyed cop. And they were having sex. And there was bondage involved along with toys(?). I couldn’t believe my eyes. But for some perverse reason, I continued to read.

That night when Yusuke walked me home from work, his usual attempt at a goodnight kiss and grope turned into something he never bargained for. His surprised and blissful expression will always be one of my most treasured memories.

But enough stalling. I still hadn’t written word one of a yaoi story.

Maybe it would be best to start with what I was familiar with.

Ok. Yusuke and I “did the deed” that night and quite a few others since I discovered my new pastime. So, I understood sex and having an orgasm and how everything else fit together for women and men.

And, after reading all that online yaoi smut, I had a general idea of what two men together would do. Still, I felt as if I needed some additional source material. Not pictures, or porn or anything gross and graphic like that. More like… More like seeing two hot, young, male bodies writhing together in wild abandon. Yikes, did that sound like it came straight from some gothic, bodice ripper novel?

Yessss... Source material… I knew a lot of guys. I even thought I knew one who was gay, or at least bi-sexual. But how to test this theory and an even greater question was, how would I ever witness such a private moment first hand?

I had a few ideas, but some of them were a little outlandish. As if this whole thing wasn’t, right?

Then I thought of Yusuke. He was a very masculine kind of guy. Fairly good looking by my standards, although not very tall. His body was hard muscled and strong. His dark hair was thick and so touchable when he wore it down. His chocolate brown eyes snapped with passion no matter whether he was fighting as the spirit detective or making sweet love to me. Also, I found out rather early in our physical relationship that he would promise me just about anything if he thought the evening would end in a bed. Maybe I could exploit that somewhat.

So, I had half of my male couple. Who would be a good guy to pair Yusuke up with?

I considered of all the male friends Yusuke had. There was Kuwabara. Naa… Although I really liked him and thought he was a sweetheart, he might be just a little immature for what I had in mind. Plus he was a little bit on the prudish side. This would require someone who would readily abandon any inhibitions, and I didn’t think Kuwabara fit that bill.

There was Hiei. Definitely more mature than Kuwabara. I always had the impression he was a little more, I don’t know… worldly seems to come to mind. He had a nice body from what I remembered witnessing at the Dark Tournament, too. Firm muscles rippling under a fine sheen of sweat as he called forth his Dragon of the Darkness Flame. Very nice indeed. I also loved his witty, sarcastically biting humor, but… But, would he and Yusuke get down and dirty if presented with the proper incentive, or just try to kill each other?

That brought me to Kurama.

I always felt more comfortable around the redheaded kitsune than any of Yusuke’s other friends. We had many things in common in addition to Yusuke which re-enforced that feeling. He was intelligent and witty. Taller than both Yusuke and Hiei but of a more slender build than any of the guys. Even though he had a large and very loyal group of fangirls at school, I always wondered if that was where his true sexual preference lay.

Resting my chin in my hand, I gave Kurama as a partner for Yusuke more thought.

Kitsunes were rumored to be not only curious and adventuresome, but they apparently did not discriminate when it came down to a choice of male or female sexual partners. Although Kurama kept his Youko persona on a fairly tight leash, I could sense him lurking close to the surface. If presented with the correct incentive, would Kurama let the kitsune out to play? Yes, I though Kurama was obvious choice.

Now all I had to do was get the three of us alone together in a relaxed, comfortable environment.

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The environment presented itself sooner than I anticipated.

Our class had a major exam scheduled for the following week and I felt that would be a nice, benign opportunity to have Kurama come to my house the next day while my parents were out of town. To study, I told him. I figured Yusuke, knowing they would be gone and hoping for some major alone time with me, would show up as well. This scenario had enacted itself in the past, so the guys wouldn’t be suspicious when they found the other already there.

Actually, those study sessions were rather fun. We would order pizza and drink orange soda. Kurama and I would usually try to study and interest Yusuke in attempting to bring his grade point average up a bit. But it usually degenerated into the three of us joking around the whole evening.

Yes, this was the perfect set up.

I had just set out the pizza and drinks when the bell rang.

This was it. No backing out now. Taking a steadying breath, I opened the door.

“Hi guys!” I exclaimed brightly seeing they had arrived at the same time.

“Hiya, Keiko.” Yusuke stepped close to give me a welcoming kiss.

“Hello, Keiko. Thank you for having us over, yet again, to study.” Kurama, ever the polite gentleman.

“Come on in. The food just got here.”

I took their jackets to hang in the hall closet as they moved into the family room and settled in. Kurama opened his book bag and proceeded to take out the required books while Yusuke started in on the food.

“Man, I’m hungry.” Yusuke, grabbed a slice and took a huge bite. “Good thing you got two. What’re you two gonna eat?” He piled more pizza onto his paper plate chuckling at his own joke.

Kurama and I just laughed at his antics.

Reaching for a cup, Yusuke noticed, “Where’s the orange soda?” He looked suspiciously at a pitcher of orange juice I had put out in place of the soda.

“Well,” I began. “They were out of soda, and I thought the juice would be ok since it was something we had in the house already.” I picked up my pre-poured cup and took a sip trying not to ramble on.

“Ahhh Keiko, you know I like orange soda.” Yes, my Yusuke could be a bit of a whiner when things didn’t go his way.

I poured two cups and handed them to the guys.

“Its much better for us anyway, you know. And it won’t kill you to have it just once. Have some juice, Yusuke,” I said with an overly sweet smile. He took it grudgingly and sampled a tiny sip.

“Ugh, tastes funny.”

Kurama had also taken a little sip of his “juice” and immediately raised surprised emerald eyes to mine. I ignored his look.

“That’s just because you’re not used to it.” I took another drink from my cup. “See, would I drink it if it was bad for you?” I could feel Kurama’s gaze on me as I headed for the couch with my dinner.

Yusuke made a “what the hell” face, tossed back the rest and poured another grumbling the whole time. I waited until he had seated himself then sat down between my two would-be subjects… er, friends.

We finished the pizza as Kurama and I discussed the upcoming exam. Neither of us refilled our cups, but Yusuke on the other hand, proceeded to empty the pitcher.

Kurama was on to me. I should have known his keen senses of taste and smell would detect the alcohol I had put into the juice. It wasn’t very much really, just enough to ensure the loosening of inhibitions to the desired level.

“Ya know Keiko,” Yusuke began with a slight slur to his words. “I think I like the taste of that juice after all.” His face had grown more and more flushed as the evening progressed.

“But cha know what else…” He paused to lean over and nibble at my neck with sharp edged teeth.

“I like the taste of you better.” His arms moved around me as his hot, wet tongue licked up my neck to trace the outline of my ear.

Oooo… Yusuke drove me crazy when he licked my neck like that and he knew it. A delighted shiver skittered down my spine as I pressed his head back to that favored spot. My left hand reached out to grasp Kurama’s thigh lightly. He stiffened in response with a surprised little gasp.

“Hmmmm…” I purred my approval with a witchy, little smile.

The thigh under my hand felt firm and warm. I just couldn’t help myself as I rubbed little circles along the surface; willing Kurama to relax and lower his guard. For some reason, I had a feeling he would be the more difficult of the two males to persuade into this little experiment of mine. He tensed a few times as if readying himself to jump from the couch, but every time he did, my hand massaged just a little bit higher on his leg. He wasn’t going anywhere just yet.

Yusuke’s hands had no problem with the fact that we weren’t entirely alone, which I took as a good sign. I could feel their heat as they began to roam over my body in teasing caresses. They ran up and down my back then one became bolder and ghosted over my breasts. Gently he rubbed at the hardening nipple with his thumb. I closed my eyes with a groan and let my left hand drift softly into Kurama’s lap.

The redhead jumped as if I had scalded him.

“Keiko! Ahhh… I think I should be going now.” He began but before he could get completely off the couch, I grabbed his hand and reeled him back towards me.

Yusuke raised lust, or alcohol I wasn’t sure which, hazed eyes to mine but his hands had moved to work the buttons of my blouse uninterrupted. I smiled at him and pushed him back down in the general area of my rapidly appearing cleavage.

Cool air against my chest announced that Yusuke had completed his self appointed task and had lowered his head to nuzzle the valley between my breasts. Smiling in what I hoped was a seductive manner; I moved my hand up Kurama’s lightly muscled arm and clasped his shirt collar. Keeping my gaze locked with his, I gently, but firmly pulled Kurama closer so that our faces were but inches apart. I licked my lips and leaned in the rest of the way to brush our mouths together. His reluctance came through that kiss quite clearly, still under it I could sense his excitement; he wanted to give in.

Where on earth was I getting the nerve to be so brazen and bold? The excitement of the moment sent all my usual modesty and restraint straight out the window. Yusuke’s usual seize the moment actions and Kurama’s reserved, hesitant capitulation was proving to be more intoxicating than my little pitcher of spiked juice could ever be. I embraced the arousal it provided and channeled it towards keeping the pressure on the reluctant redhead.

Kurama had closed his eyes with a little sigh. He still hadn’t tried to touch me yet but he wasn’t actively seeking escape either. God this felt good! His lips were petal soft against mine as I sucked at his bottom lip, letting it slide back out with a slightly wet plop.

Yusuke pulled back at the sound. I guess he wasn’t as far gone as I thought as I could see shocked anger register in his brown eyes.

Keeping one hand firmly on Kurama, I leaned over to Yusuke and traced my tongue around his parted lips before slipping inside to silence his objections.

I had been massaging soothing circles along the back of Yusuke’s neck but I decided more of a distraction was in order.

The logistics of our current position on the couch left much to be desired. Yusuke was leaning over me with my right arm around his shoulders. My left was still fighting an indecisive Kurama and was twisted at a somewhat impossible angle. Somehow I had to get myself out from between these two if my plan was going to succeed.

First, I had to calm and distract Yusuke from any violence.

With this in mind, I slowly caressed my way down from his neck and chest. The moist heat of his skin was evident through the thin cotton of his t-shirt. I stroked his tongue in a way that I knew drove him wild and allowed my left to roam a bit on Kurama’s upper chest. My right continued a southerly heading for the hot, growing bulge apparent in Yusuke’s lap. He tensed with a groan of pleasure when I reached my destination and I knew I had him. Just to be sure I pulled back a bit, both with my hand and mouth and breathed, “Its ok, Yusuke.”

I gave him another wet kiss.

“Just see how soft his lips look.” The fingers of my right hand teased at the rigid heat straining to be released. Wanting to draw Yusuke’s attention to Kurama’s mouth I leaned over to lick at his bottom lip. It glistened enticingly and I felt the rigid shaft under my fingers twitch with interest.

“Keiko,” Kurama’s voice was breathy and shallow. “Whatever are you doing?” His heart beat madly in his chest like a wild thing. Loosening my grip, I started working the buttons on his shirt since I was pretty sure I had him hooked as well. I ignored him.

“And they’re sweet too, Yusuke.” I licked my lips and savored the taste of unadulterated desire.

The shocked anger in Yusuke’s eyes had melted into something I was much more familiar with. Naked lust radiated from his gaze as he turned a speculative look on Kurama. Chocolate brown met emerald green as the two males seemed to take a measure of each other.

“You should try it, Yusuke.” My voice was low and seductive as I felt Yusuke begin to lean in towards Kurama.

“Yes, that’s it. Just taste him.” I leaned back to allow Yusuke freedom of movement as his right hand cupped Kurama’s check. Tentatively, Yusuke pressed his lips to Kurama’s. His movements were slow and unhurried and I squirmed somewhat, realizing this had to be the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. It was going to be very difficult to remain an impartial observer in this little endeavor.

Kurama parted his lips and I could see his tongue slide out to greet Yusuke’s. They twined and stroked, glistening wetly in the light of the room. I had finished with the buttons on Kurama’s shirt and reached in to run the flat of my hand along the planes of his chest.

He felt like hot satin; smooth and warm; similar, but also very different from Yusuke’s chest. Aware of my quickening excitement, I plucked gently at the hard nub a nipple as I watched Kurama slant his mouth against Yusuke’s in complete surrender.

Someone groaned loudly over the sound harsh breathing in the room and I had a feeling it was me. I had to distant myself somewhat or all this would be for nothing. Well, maybe not nothing. I gave one more tweak with my left and a slight squeeze with my right.

Time to see some skin.

The guys seemed to really be into the kissing aspect at least. Yusuke had cupped Kurama’s head with both hands and it looked like he was trying to devour the redhead from the lips down.

Kurama had finally moved in to participate as well by tugging Yusuke’s t-shirt free and running his hands over the smooth expanse of tan skin below. I was starting to wish I didn’t have an ulterior motive here as I really wanted to be in on the exploration of flesh that was being uncovered.

Instead, I decided to help Kurama out of his shirt. I eased the fabric over his sinewy shoulders and freed his right arm.

This was my chance to get out from between the two of them. Leaning as far back as I could, I curled my legs under me and rose up on my knees. The pale skin of Kurama’s shoulders and back were too much of a temptation to resist and I lowered my mouth to nibble along the contours. Brushing his scarlet hair aside, I paused to press wet, open mouth kisses along the back of his neck. Kurama shivered in response, and I lingered there, biting gently then laving again with my tongue. He smelled deliciously of earthy maleness.

I was behind Kurama now, knees straddled to either side of his hips as Yusuke turned his attention from the redhead’s luscious mouth to nuzzle his way around his neck. Our faces met over Kurama’s shoulder and we shared a passionate kiss; Kurama sandwiched between us.

“See, he tastes good, doesn’t he?” I eased back and freed Kurama’s other arm leaving him naked from the waist up. Yusuke had begun to suck at the pulse that thrummed in the crook of the kitsune’s neck. Kurama’s head was thrown back and his eyes were closed in obvious pleasure as roses bloomed under Yusuke’s mouth.

Yusuke paused briefly in his ministrations, “Yeah. I see what ya mean. Need another taste though.” And his head dipped around to the other side.

By this time I had eased myself entirely off the couch and as unobtrusively as possible, pushed the coffee table back out of the way. I knew from first hand experience Yusuke could get rather, well, active comes to mind. Moving behind my dark headed lover I reached for the hem of his t-shirt, running my hands up the familiar, bulging muscles of his back, bunching the shirt as I went. Without even missing a beat, he allowed the shirt to be stripped off with no more fuss than if he’d done it himself.

I leaned back to admire my handiwork.

Kurama’s bright red hair was a vivid contrast to Yusuke’s dark. His skin was pale but flushed with reddish spangles against Yusuke’s dusky tan. Both were smooth and fairly hairless and it was all I could do not to reach out and join the fun.

Well, maybe I could indulge myself just a little.

Yusuke had trailed his mouth down Kurama’s pale smooth chest and was teasing gently at the red jewels of his nipples. First one, then the other he flicked with the tip of his tongue making them harden and pucker. Even, white teeth worried at the little nubs as Kurama gasped in pleasure. Yusuke suckled and laved them until they gleamed with residual moisture and I had to experience the texture with my finger tips for myself. I moved behind Kurama and slid my fingers wetly over the hard little peaks.

“Kurama,” I breathed gently into his ear as he arched up into the touch.

Yusuke trekked downward to lap at the redhead’s navel and teasingly run his fingers under the waist of Kurama’s jeans. I watched his pink tongue dart in then circle around to plunge in again. Unconsciously I had picked up the rhythm as I circled the nipples under my fingers, then plucked gently, give a slight twist before twirling again.

One of us groaned loudly again.

The writhing redhead in my arms leaned his head back on my shoulder and pulled me in for a sizzling kiss. His lips were hot and commanding; no trace of indecisiveness present now and as he plundered my mouth masterfully. He leaned back against me as his belt slithered free of the loops. In seconds the fly was opened but Yusuke seemed to hesitate before going further. He raised rich, brown eyes to mine as if seeking permission.

“God, Yusuke,” my voice sounded husky with excitement. “Don’t stop now.” I cupped his cheek and pulled him in for a deep, soul satisfying kiss.

“Yes, Yusuke,” Kurama purred in response. “Don’t stop now.” Was it my imagination or was there a teasing quality to his voice?

I forgot all about it as warm, silky lips began to nibble at my neck. My breath caught briefly in my throat at the exquisite feeling; Yusuke stroked his tongue in all the sensitive spots he knew so well and Kurama sucked at the pulse that pounded at my neck.

It was becoming difficult to tell where one of us began and the others left off as our hands and mouths tasted and caressed whatever flesh was closest. I had lost all semblance of objectivity by this time but didn’t care as I helped first Yusuke and then Kurama out of the last of their clothing. Strange, I was still completely dressed, if you didn’t count my unbuttoned blouse.

At some point we had migrated to the floor. Kurama lay supine with Yusuke’s body cradled between spread thighs. His crimson hair fanned out like a halo against the carpet as I knelt beside them. It seemed they had forgotten about me completely as I watched them rub against each other as a prelude to what would come next.

Kurama’s eyes were thin emerald slits as he watched Yusuke ease downwards. With curious eyes, I noted every dip and curve of his pale body. My gaze moved over his finely muscled chest; trim, supple abs; and lower to the thatch of darker red his groin.

His arousal was longer and somewhat slimmer that Yusuke’s. The tip glistened with pre-come. I wanted to reach over and trace the tiny, sensitive slit when I realized Yusuke had beaten me too it. I straightened with a little shock as I watched him touch just the very tip with his tongue. Kurama gasped again and dug his fingers into the nap of the carpet.

“Like that do ya, Kurama?” The taunting challenge was back with aplomb.

His tongue made a re-appearance to circle the flared crown teasingly before sucking the length of him down to the root.

“Oh!” How could Yusuke do that with such obvious ease? The few times I had tried had ended rather embarrassingly for me. Maybe being part demon worked in his favor here as well.

My musing was cut short by Kurama’s ragged scream. Yusuke bobbed and sucked, pausing periodically to slow the pace, then attacked again. During the pauses he wet his finger and traced the tiny pucker I couldn’t see.

He’s stretching Kurama, I thought, face hot at the realization. They really were going to do this!

I reached under a couch cushion where I had hidden a little bottle of hand lotion. Utter embarrassment had kept me from seeking real lube, but if everything I had read about was correct, this would work just as well. Plus, it would have been way too obvious something fishy was up if I handed Yusuke the real thing. He took it without comment.

Things progressed quickly from there. By some seemingly unspoken signal Yusuke pulled back and began applying the lotion to his weeping, swollen erection. Leaning forward he positioned himself at Kurama’s entrance and eased forward slowly.

I had a ringside view as I watched inch by agonizing inch of Yusuke’s thick, dark shaft disappear into Kurama’s tight channel. The kitsune’s face was tight with either pain or pleasure; it was hard to tell which. He gripped Yusuke’s shoulders tight, leaving little crescent shaped indents where his nails pressed. Yusuke’s head was bowed and sweat dripped slowly from the tip of his nose at the effort to not just ram himself home.

Finally he was fully sheathed and leaned down to take Kurama’s bottom lip between his teeth. He worried it gently for a moment allowing time for the red head to adjust. Dipping his head he whispered something then leaned back.

Two pairs of hot eyes turned towards me then and Yusuke smirked,

“You ready Ms. Yaoi Writer? Here cums the big climax.”

I gaped with shock as Kurama wrapped his long, pale legs around Yusuke’s waist and the latter proceded to pound him viscously into the carpet.

“They knew,” echoed through my head! “How could they have known?” I wondered?

But the show was far from over.

I was panting along with the two of them as I watched Yusuke’s muscles surge and bunch remembering all the times I had been in Kurama’s place. All the little noises deep in the back of his throat were so familiar and so arousing that I wasn’t sure how much longer I could watch this. My own lust was evident in the silken wetness I felt deep within as I watched. And they watched me in return.

The end was quickly approaching. Yusuke had assumed the front-leaning rest position, arms locked at the elbows, head and shoulders erect as he delivered savage stokes. Kurama loosened one hand and began stroking his own arousal in time and still their burning gazes had not left mine.

Finally Kurama broke, shuddering his release as his milky white seed splattered between their bodies. Yusuke thrust deeply a few more times then his body went stiff with his own release.

Leaning down, Yusuke captured the redhead’s lips in an incredibly sweet and tender kiss. My brain was finally beginning to function again and I wondered if I should be jealous. Or at least somewhat afraid of retaliation, but no, they wouldn’t really hurt me… My thoughts were running in little yapping circles, but one thing was very clear. There was more here than met the eye, and it was certainly better to be on the offensive rather than the defensive.

“So, how long has this been going on?” Yep, the ire came through loud and clear. I handed Kurama a small towel I had hidden under the couch as well. At least I was well supplied for this little fiasco, if not so well informed.

Yusuke had untangled himself and was prowling towards me.

“Well, what do ya think I would do when you’d slap me silly after each of our dates, Keiko? But if we’d of known you liked group sex, we would’ve invited ya to join us, right Kurama?” His hand grabbed my ankle as I hastily tried to back away. Now Kurama was moving towards me as well.

“Indeed, Yusuke. But do you think you have sufficient source material for your project now, Keiko?”

Eeep! He was nibbling my ear as he breathed those words. And where did my blouse go?

My concern at being found out was replaced by hot, achy lust as Kurama kissed me passionately. He eased me back to lay with my upper body sideways on his lap; his free hand roaming over my naked breasts. What happened to my bra?

“Yeah, Keiko. Guess you really got an eye full, didn’t cha?” Yusuke snickered again and tugged at the loosened waist of my jeans. I obediently lifted my hips and the fabric was whisked off my body in one smooth, effortless movement.

I broke the searing kiss that had me so distracted I wasn’t even protesting the removal of my clothing to gasp, “But how did you know?”

Kurama nuzzled at my neck again and began rolling one of my sensitive nipples between thumb and fingers. Oh God! That felt incredible! I moaned with pleasure.

“I make random security checks to be sure no viruses or worms have been placed in any of our computers. Our missions deserve a high level of secrecy. One mustn’t be careless about security, you know.”

He lowered his head and suckled the neglected nipple with his silky, hot mouth. I felt cool, wet trails on my inner thighs and realized Yusuke was busy as well. His fingers combed through the tight little curls between my thighs and began tracing up and down my dewy nether lips.

Through the fog of desire I realized what Kurama had just said. “You… You hacked into my computer?”

Yusuke was tending to the hard little nub of nerves with his tongue tip and I was only vaguely aware of the answer.

“Operational security, Keiko.” Kurama growled near my ear again. Delighted little shivers skittered down my spine. “You know of the old human saying about loose lips sinking ships, right?” And he captured mine again with his wickedly, talented mouth.

My world had eroded away to the tiny patch of carpet in my parents’ living room. Kurama stealing my breath away with his sinfully decadent kisses while Yusuke lapped tirelessly at my achingly throbbing womanhood. Heat suffused my body as the pleasure built to an unbearable level. Higher it built, hotter I burned and through it all my two lovers suckled and lapped until I flew apart in a shattering prism of exquisite ecstasy.

Floating back down to reality was another story. Was I really mad at them? Or were they with me? Did it really matter at this point?

“So Keiko, are you really gonna write about us?” Yusuke waggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner. How could he even think that way after everything that had just happened?

“Well, you two are the hackers, you tell me.” I guess I was miffed after all.

Kurama was stroking my hair in a very soothing manner.

“I think perhaps all that could wait for later. Tell me Keiko,” Green eyes smiled mischievously down at me. “Do you have any more of that juice?”

It was obviously the beginning of a very bazaar relationship.


Keiko’s Juice

2 oz Vodka
2 oz Southern Comfort Peach Liqueur
6 oz Sunny Delight Orange Juice