Behind Closed Doors

Another couple of months passed. Yusuke invited Hatanaka to join their movie afternoons and found him and his son a lively addition to their after talk. He also didn’t invite Kurama to stay the night with him, nor did he fall asleep at Kurama’s house. When they went to Yusuke’s apartment, they didn’t get much done in the way of homework and much in the way of kissing and touching, but Yusuke still couldn’t touch Kurama below the waist comfortably, though he tried frequently. He enjoyed the redhead’s touch very much, but Kurama refused to take their physical relationship farther until Yusuke could touch him comfortably. The farthest they’d managed to get physically is achieving mutual release by rocking together, writhing as their bare erections pressed together and their mouths devoured the other. Most nights, they spent tangled in their ki. Yusuke could freely explore the redhead’s body when it was only their energy and redeveloped a comfort with his own body.

“Y’know what?” Yusuke asked as he pushed his chair away from the table. They were in his apartment working on their homework.

Kurama looked up, “What?”

“Go to the room, now.”

Kurama tried to read Yusuke’s ki, to find out what the brunet had in mind, but Yusuke had learned how to block him again. Puzzled, he stood and followed the direction. Yusuke walked behind him, wrapping his arms around the redhead when he crossed the threshold. Kurama gasped in surprise when Yusuke’s hand wandered lower to caress his shaft through his pants. He groaned as his body began to respond to the touch, which somehow managed to be firm and tentative at the same time.

“Yusuke?” Kurama managed, somewhere between a groan and a gasp.

“I’ve been thinking. I can touch your body when it’s our ki, what’s so different about your body when it’s physical. You are so patient with me. Did you know, it’s been a year today?”

“A year?” Kurama’s voice continued to be strangled. Yusuke had rolled his hips into his ass and he could feel the brunet’s erection. He was having a great deal of difficulty concentrating.

“Yes, a year, Kurama. I want to celebrate.” Yusuke began working on the fastenings of Kurama’s pants, slipping his hands under the fabric when the button was undone. “Gods, you feel…” he groaned and leaned his head on Kurama’s shoulder.

“So do you,” the redhead’s voice was breathless.

Yusuke slid his hands out of Kurama’s pants and finished unfastening them, pushing them off the redhead’s hips. He then worked on Kurama’s shirt, pulling it off the redhead from where he stood behind him. When the redhead’s shirt had been discarded, Yusuke began to kiss his shoulders, scrapping at them with his teeth a little. He’d discovered that Kurama liked a touch of pain with his pleasure. Yusuke’s hands caressed the redhead’s chest and abdomen before going to cup his erection again. “I love you and tonight, you’re staying here. I don’t know if you’ll get to sleep or not. But, we’re celebrating.”

Kurama would have asked if Yusuke was sure but his ability to speak was stolen when the brunet went to his knees behind him and began kissing his ass. His head fell forward and he groaned aloud. “Yusuke,” he growled.

“I figured it out, Kurama. Your ki is your body. If I can touch one, why not the other?” Yusuke’s breath was hot against Kurama’s skin. Yusuke ran his hands down Kurama’s legs, guiding the redhead’s feet out of his pants. He shoved the fabric away and encouraged Kurama to turn and face him. He let his gaze linger on the redhead’s erection a long moment before looking up into Kurama’s eyes. “I love you,” he whispered as he leaned in and licked Kurama’s sack. Kurama groaned aloud as he bent forward to hold himself up with his hands on Yusuke’s shoulders, his knees threatening to give out on him as the brunet continued to lick and tease his balls.

“Yusuke,” Kurama groaned, trying to think past the feel of warm wet heat between his legs. He tried to reach out with his ki, but the brunet was blocking him, only letting him read his pleasure in the activity. Yusuke’s mouth wrapping around his sack stole any further thoughts from him as he struggled to keep his knees from dropping him in Yusuke’s lap. He panted openmouthed, high pitched noises rising from his throat. Yusuke released him, he whined in want, the sound swallowed by a gasp as Yusuke ran his tongue up his shaft.

Before Kurama could recover, Yusuke stood and swept the redhead into his arms, drawing a startled sound from him. He moved the redhead enough to kiss him as he walked over to the bed. Yusuke carefully set Kurama on the bed, still kissing the redhead before pulling back and looking down at the wanton sight of the redhead laying on his bed, green eyes dark with lust and love looking up at him. He pulled of his shirt and saw the need increase in the redhead’s eyes as he struggled within himself to remain as Yusuke had left him. Yusuke smiled at the desire he saw and ran his hands down his chest, caressing his skin for Kurama’s benefit. He watched the redhead begin to writhe as he began working on his pants fastening, slowly sliding the button through the hole, teasing the redhead, drawing out his anticipation. Watching Kurama as the redhead watched his hand, he slowly lowered the zipper a tooth at a time, slowly revealing a sliver of his bare erection.

“No underwear?” Kurama managed to whisper.

“I’ve been planning,” Yusuke answered as he slowly slid his pants down his hips. He stepped out of the fabric, kicking them away. “I love you, Kurama. You’ve been remarkably patient. I want to show you my appreciation.” He moved to straddle the redhead, hovering over his body. He reached over to his bedside table, supporting his body just out of reach of the redhead as he rummaged through the drawer. He put a couple of items on the bed before supporting himself on all fours over Kurama. He watched the green eyes turn to see what he’d put down. When the redhead reached up and picked up the box of condoms, he answered the unasked question, “I promised your mother we’d take precautions, remember?” Kurama picked up the other item, a bottle of lube and Yusuke blushed, “Hiei never used it with me, but the guy at the store suggested it.” Kurama pulled Yusuke down so that their mouths met, devouring the brunet before allowing the brunet to pull back. “You’ll have to show me how to use them, okay?”

Kurama nodded, “Anything you want, Yusuke.”

Yusuke growled, “Good.” He let his body rest against Kurama’s and the redhead groaned aloud, writhing as their mouths met. Yusuke didn’t stay at the redhead’s mouth long, though, slipping down his body, kissing and licking, giving Kurama very little to do other than writhe and moan. He hesitated at the redhead’s navel, spending a little more time there, to Kurama’s delight, before continuing downwards. He licked below Kurama’s abdomen below his navel, slowing his explorations, taking more time to explore the flesh, taste it, savor the redhead’s moans and groans of pleasure. Kurama’s hands caressed his scalp, encouraging him. Yusuke’s chin brushed against his shaft as the brunet’s tongue licked the puddle of precum from the redhead’s abdomen.

Yusuke went back to Kurama’s mouth and kissed him. He pulled back enough to whisper, “Help me with those things.” Kurama managed to nod before Yusuke kissed him again, his hand going behind the redhead’s neck and pulling him up into a sitting position. Yusuke straddled the redhead’s lap before reaching for the box of condoms without breaking their kiss. He pressed it into Kurama’s hands and Kurama pushed him back.

“I need you to watch, Yusuke,” he managed to gasp out as Yusuke tried to remain attached to his lips. Yusuke growled in frustration but stopped trying to kiss Kurama for a moment. The redhead’s hands shook as he tore open the box, removing the foil covered disks, keeping one and throwing the other two behind him. He took a deep breath, trying to still his hands enough to open the wrapper. Never before had Yusuke been so demanding in his attentions, never before had Kurama’s much vaunted ability to speak eloquently been stolen from him so forcefully. He sent up a brief prayer that his body was up to what Yusuke had in mind, if Yusuke even knew. His hands stilled and he ripped open the foil, slipping out the rubber disk and placing it on the head of Yusuke’s erection. He listened to the brunet’s breath shudder out of his body as he rolled the sheath down, making sure it was on properly before reaching behind himself and finding the lube. Kurama generously coated Yusuke’s covered shaft in the thick fluid and lay back down. “I love you,” he whispered, looking into Yusuke’s eyes, getting his body to relax for what he suspected was next.

“I love you, too, Kurama,” Yusuke whispered back, moving to support his weight over Kurama’s body.

The redhead lifted his knees to his chest, spreading his legs wide as he took a deep breath. He reached up and caressed Yusuke’s back as the brunet lowered himself. On Kurama’s next exhalation, Yusuke entered the redhead fully, forcing a whine out of the redhead. A look of horror crossed Yusuke’s face, but before he could pull back, Kurama’s hands were on his ass and his legs around the brunet. “If you pull back, you’ll really hurt me, Yusuke,” he gasped out.

Yusuke still struggled to pull back, even though the redhead was holding him tightly, “I hurt you.”

Frustrated, unable to think of anything to say, Kurama let his need and desire wash over Yusuke, extending his ki until he felt the walls Yusuke had constructed between them crumble and fall. He saw Yusuke’s discomfort with his body, his uncertainty as to what to do, his fear of ruining their relationship by being incompetent. Kurama’s frustration did much to force the redhead’s ki through Yusuke’s, tearing his doubts from him and replacing them with the redhead’s certainty.

In that moment, their ki joined, merged completely, blurring the lines between them. Yusuke relaxed, bending to kiss Kurama as the redhead relaxed his hold, allowing the brunet to move. Very slowly, Yusuke drew out, feeling the friction through the strange barrier, feeling his lover’s mixture of pleasure and pain through their connection. He moved slowly, returning and withdrawing, until the pain was gone, leaving only pleasure. He then pulled back from their kiss. “I love you, Kurama, I love you,” his voice broke into sobs as his eyes watered, drops falling onto Kurama’s cheeks as Yusuke continued to move within the redhead. Kurama’s hands caressed Yusuke’s back, letting the brunet pour his pain, his need into his body. He felt Yusuke’s ki reaching for his, and he welcomed it, pulling it into himself as the brunet moved faster within his body.

As Yusuke moved harder, his shaft brushed against Kurama’s sweet spot, sending the redhead into writhing screaming pleasure. Over and over, Yusuke continued to ensure he touched that spot within his lover, watching him writhe, hearing him cry out in ecstasy feeling his hands pull at his back as tears continued to fall from the brown eyes. Kurama’s body tightened around his shaft, drawing groans from his throat as he adjusted his body enough to reach down to caress the redhead’s erection. Kurama screamed and arched into his touch, his body tightening around the brunet’s shaft, drawing more groans from Yusuke as he stroked Kurama in time to his thrusts. Kurama rose to meet each stroke, his screams rising in pitch and frequency until his body drew oh so tight around Yusuke’s, his shaft pulsing in the brunet’s hand, his opening rippling, massaging Yusuke’s erection, drawing out the brunet’s orgasm and tearing a yell from the brunet’s throat.

As orgasm ripped through their bodies, their ki continued to blend until there were no lines between them, no separation, until they were one. They could feel the other’s pleasure and it added to their own, intensifying their climax until their bodies convulsed again, a second orgasm from the joining of their energy.

They drifted on the euphoria a long time, their physical bodies limp, Yusuke on Kurama’s chest, still in his body, as their ki slowly separated enough to animate their bodies. Yusuke nuzzled into Kurama’s neck, “That’s the best…sex of my life.”

Kurama managed to get his hands to move on Yusuke’s back, “Mine, too.”

“It’s almost all gone,” Yusuke mumbled, beginning to drift off.

Kurama frowned a little, puzzled, until he reached out with his ki. The shadow in Yusuke’s ki barely existed any more. He could also read that the shadow was regret he’d allowed himself to be used so badly. Kurama soothed Yusuke, “If things had been different, Yusuke, we wouldn’t have what we do.”

Yusuke yawned, “I know, but still, y’know.”

Kurama hugged Yusuke tightly, “I know, my beloved, I know.” He felt Yusuke smile against his neck as the brunet snuggled into his chest. “I love you,” he whispered as he let himself drift into sleep.