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Yuyu Hakusho › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
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4,607
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10
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Memento
Memento
A Yû Yû Hakusho fanfiction by Sir Psycho Sexy
A/N: I am back doing what I do best: Sensui/Itsuki stories! Although this one is going to be short, and therefore the third one placed under “Tidbits”.
Warnings: Male/male (duh), toys, masturbation. :D
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own YYH, et cetera. No sue, no touchie.
-SPS
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Shinobu’s gone. He’s been gone for two whole weeks now…
Itsuki, although vigilant, was starting to feel the effects of his lover’s absence. His heart hurt, but he didn’t want to admit it; he knew the Minoru personality was out carousing for businessmen to have casual sex with and then convert to his worldview. This, Itsuki felt, was a necessary evil in their relationship; Sensui needed to follow his destiny, and this was merely a part of that great plan.
But still, the loneliness was starting to get to him. He honestly missed Sensui, or at least the Shinobu personality- at the very least he missed the feel of his warm breath on the nape of his neck at night.
The feeling of his bare flesh pressing against Itsuki’s own…
The specific contours of his cock, filling his mouth, his ass, with that feeling of comfort and ecstasy that only it could provide for him…
Urgently Itsuki looked around the apartment, trying to find that memento of Shinobu’s youth, that dildo that they had molded when Shinobu was on the verge of leaving that one time, and he had wanted something special to be remembered by, since he knew how much he meant to Itsuki. So they had made a replica of Shinobu’s cock together, with the agreement that Itsuki was to use it if he ever felt as if he needed sexual solace and the real thing weren’t handy.
And then he found it in that corner of their closet that had long been home to Shinobu’s manga collection and Itsuki’s shoebox full of incense.
Itsuki picked it up, and gingerly licked the head of it, pretending it was the real thing, not minding the odd silicone taste instead of the usual taste of his lover. He imagined Shinobu was here with him right now, that he was paying attention to every move he made and moaning sharply…
Now it became urgent for Itsuki. He needed that cock, replica or not, in him, right now. Hastily he grabbed a condom and the bottle of lubricant from the top of the nightstand, slowly pulled down his pants as much as he remembered Shinobu doing so when they had made love, laid down on the bed, lubed up the toy, and inserted it into his rear.
He was very pleased to discover it felt the same as its flesh-and-blood counterpart, but a little firmer in texture. This he did not mind in the least, as it made him even more responsive to the feel of it being inside of him, pressing gently into his insides like so many times before…but…dare he say it?...better somehow.
He then manifested two of his shadow hands; one he had massaging his scalp gently as Shinobu often did, the other moving the dildo as precisely as Shinobu’s usual thrusts- or at least as far as the shadow hands could go in imitating these gestures.
He began to breathe deeply and notice his responses to all of this, as the pleasure moved through his body and his buttocks pressed back down into the thrusting motion. He moved the toy harder and faster, until he felt that the real Shinobu was fucking him in earnest now; he could have missed the feel of his weight on his body, but Itsuki was too caught up in his fantasies and the feel of the facsimile cock inside of him to notice even this minor irregularity in the proceedings.
Then, his legs began to shake, and Itsuki came furiously, whispering what he usually did when the real thing was around- “Shinobu…I…love…your dick…inside me…yesss…” He kept ramming it, hard and deep, until all he could do was pant and moan and had his whole body shuddering.
He was now exhausted, but relatively content.
However, the memento had strangely not satisfied his cravings, but made them more urgent. He hoped and prayed Sensui would return home as he fell asleep.
-FIN
A Yû Yû Hakusho fanfiction by Sir Psycho Sexy
A/N: I am back doing what I do best: Sensui/Itsuki stories! Although this one is going to be short, and therefore the third one placed under “Tidbits”.
Warnings: Male/male (duh), toys, masturbation. :D
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own YYH, et cetera. No sue, no touchie.
-SPS
---
Shinobu’s gone. He’s been gone for two whole weeks now…
Itsuki, although vigilant, was starting to feel the effects of his lover’s absence. His heart hurt, but he didn’t want to admit it; he knew the Minoru personality was out carousing for businessmen to have casual sex with and then convert to his worldview. This, Itsuki felt, was a necessary evil in their relationship; Sensui needed to follow his destiny, and this was merely a part of that great plan.
But still, the loneliness was starting to get to him. He honestly missed Sensui, or at least the Shinobu personality- at the very least he missed the feel of his warm breath on the nape of his neck at night.
The feeling of his bare flesh pressing against Itsuki’s own…
The specific contours of his cock, filling his mouth, his ass, with that feeling of comfort and ecstasy that only it could provide for him…
Urgently Itsuki looked around the apartment, trying to find that memento of Shinobu’s youth, that dildo that they had molded when Shinobu was on the verge of leaving that one time, and he had wanted something special to be remembered by, since he knew how much he meant to Itsuki. So they had made a replica of Shinobu’s cock together, with the agreement that Itsuki was to use it if he ever felt as if he needed sexual solace and the real thing weren’t handy.
And then he found it in that corner of their closet that had long been home to Shinobu’s manga collection and Itsuki’s shoebox full of incense.
Itsuki picked it up, and gingerly licked the head of it, pretending it was the real thing, not minding the odd silicone taste instead of the usual taste of his lover. He imagined Shinobu was here with him right now, that he was paying attention to every move he made and moaning sharply…
Now it became urgent for Itsuki. He needed that cock, replica or not, in him, right now. Hastily he grabbed a condom and the bottle of lubricant from the top of the nightstand, slowly pulled down his pants as much as he remembered Shinobu doing so when they had made love, laid down on the bed, lubed up the toy, and inserted it into his rear.
He was very pleased to discover it felt the same as its flesh-and-blood counterpart, but a little firmer in texture. This he did not mind in the least, as it made him even more responsive to the feel of it being inside of him, pressing gently into his insides like so many times before…but…dare he say it?...better somehow.
He then manifested two of his shadow hands; one he had massaging his scalp gently as Shinobu often did, the other moving the dildo as precisely as Shinobu’s usual thrusts- or at least as far as the shadow hands could go in imitating these gestures.
He began to breathe deeply and notice his responses to all of this, as the pleasure moved through his body and his buttocks pressed back down into the thrusting motion. He moved the toy harder and faster, until he felt that the real Shinobu was fucking him in earnest now; he could have missed the feel of his weight on his body, but Itsuki was too caught up in his fantasies and the feel of the facsimile cock inside of him to notice even this minor irregularity in the proceedings.
Then, his legs began to shake, and Itsuki came furiously, whispering what he usually did when the real thing was around- “Shinobu…I…love…your dick…inside me…yesss…” He kept ramming it, hard and deep, until all he could do was pant and moan and had his whole body shuddering.
He was now exhausted, but relatively content.
However, the memento had strangely not satisfied his cravings, but made them more urgent. He hoped and prayed Sensui would return home as he fell asleep.
-FIN