Of Life and Love

Theme 37: Technology

Time: During “Bonds of Life”

Pairing: None

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Concentration (dirty version)

 

“Bam, headshot!” Yusuke yelled into the microphone situated in front of him on the computer desk.

 “How the heck d’you keep doing that, Urameshi!” Kuwabara yelled in frustration, pushing aside his mouse as he entered spectator view and pulled off his headphones. He had lugged over his own desktop and set it up in Yusuke’s living room, much to the disapproval of Keiko. She decided to stay out of the way of the two men and their LAN party, and so went over to one of her friend’s houses for the night.

“It helps when your spirit weapon is a gun,” Yusuke replied, holding his right index finger up before returning to their game. “Now where the hell are you guys?”

Kurama laughed through the headphones Yusuke still had on. “As we’re on opposite teams, it doesn’t seem very fair to let you know where I am, now does it?”

They had figured out a way to connect the internet of Human World and Demon World through a very secure system. Koenma had to pull a lot of strings, as well as Enki, to get the connection up and running, but it was a very small baby-step towards the unification they wanted to accomplish, one day. Only special cases knew who they were talking to, and demons were forbidden to let on who and what they really were on their side of the connection.

Then one day, Yusuke came across a really popular first-person shooter game called Counter Strike. He immediately introduced his three friends to it, and they had been playing it once a week for a month. It hadn’t taken long to get a decent setup going, what with obtaining microphones and headphones, and Yusuke wound up ganging up on them every single time.

“Oh come on, you guys always make this a challenge for me. I can always find Kuwabara so easily,” Yusuke said, carefully moving around.

At Sha’s home, where Hiei was currently staying, the fire demon couldn’t help but let a chuckle escape into the microphone he had set up in front of him. . “That’s because the oaf thinks hiding behind crates will work. That if he can’t see you, you can’t see him.”

“Oh bite my ankle!” Kuwabara yelled back, reverberating through the speakers. Hiei had learned after playing this for three weeks with his friends that the human tended to yell loudly, and his ears couldn’t take the suffering any longer. “No matter where I hide he always finds me!”

“That’s because you’re always in plain sight, idiot!”

“Is he yelling again?” Sha asked from her bedroom.

He covered the mic with his free hand, letting his character sit still for a moment in the air ducts of the map they were on. “Seems so.”

“Hey, I need your opinion on something.”

“Can’t it wait?” He heard a rustle of papers, most likely her picking up what plans she had put together so far.

She came out into the living room, looking at a certain page. “Possibly, though it’d be easier to get it over with now.”

Yusuke’s voice came out from the speakers. “Yeah, get me some of those taquito things if we still have some.”

“Hark, is that a fattening Yusuke I hear?” she asked as she got within range of the microphone.

“Hey Sha, what brings you into the conversation. I figured you’d be out.”

“Well tonight a certain someone was supposed to discuss certain plans with me,” she replied, putting emphasis on the certains.

Hiei rolled his eyes. “Later on tonight, I’m trying to concentrate now.”

She put the papers down on the desk. “Oh, is that right?”

“Yes and—“ He stopped short as she got on her knees under the desk and started pulling at his zipper. “What are you doing?”

“Keep playing and we’ll see how well you can concentrate through this.” She yanked open his belts and tugged him from the confines of his pants a bit easier than usual, since she had caught him off guard.

He put his hand over the mic again. “What the hell are you— ah, doing?”

“Testing your concentration.” She smiled as she placed a long lick to his shaft and took him in her mouth.

“Headshot again!” Yusuke’s voice shouted over the speakers.

“Ah you caught me again,” Kurama said from his end. “That’s the fifth time tonight.”

“Coming after you now, Hiei, so you better prepare yourself!”

By then the game was the last thing on his mind. “Y-yeah, I’ll get right on tha— ouch! Don’t do that!” He glared down at her, seeing her grin mischievously as she stroked him with her hand and bobbed her head. She started twirling her tongue around too, making it very hard for him to keep biting back his small moans of pleasure. “You’re going to get it later,” he whispered, too soft for the mic to pick up on.

As an answer she gripped on a bit harder as she moved.

“Do I even want to know what’s going on over there?” Kurama asked. “And should I ask why your character isn’t exactly moving like you usually do?”

“It’s nothing.”

Yusuke laughed into the microphone. “Bullshit it’s nothing! I bet I know what’s going on.” Kuwabara must’ve said something, because he added on, “I think a certain someone is getting head while playing this game!”

“Yusuke, shut your mouth,” he said behind gritted teeth.

There was a few moments of silence from the speakers, the only noise coming from Sha’s actions.

“He totally is!” Kuwabara yelled.

“I will kill you,” Hiei snapped, right before Yusuke snipped his character in the face. “Dammit Yusuke!”

“Headshot again! I win the round!”

Hiei took the opportunity to cover the mic once more. “If you’re going to continue being a bad girl, why not take the whole thing?” He moved in the chair to get into a better position, so he could move his hips in time of her motions. He bit back a groan as he released down her throat, just as the next round was being set up.

“So I’m still going to get it later?” she asked innocently as she got up and picked up the papers.

He arched a brow as Yusuke asked if everyone was ready for the next round. “If you think a blow job will get you off the hook, you still haven’t learned very well.”

“Well you know where to find me when you’re done with your friends. You can teach me all you want then.” She winked and took the papers back into her room as Kuwabara started chuckling.

“I guess he’s not good at multitasking.”

“You talk too much,” Hiei answered while fixing his pants. “I think this round we should have friendly fire allowed.”

“Oh, a free-for-all?” Yusuke said. “Hm, that might be interesting. All right, last one standing buys the next round when we go for beers. All right, that should do it. And go!”