A Different Version

A.N. The only reason this chapter is out this month is because Koga’s Hentei Lover took pity on me and helped me write most of the chapter. That woman is a miracle worker, and everyone should read her fic, “The Seduction of Yusuke Urameshi”.

Koga, if you’re reading this (and I hope you’re not tired of the chapter yet) Thanks once again for the help! You so totally rock, luv!

WARNING: This chapter has just upped the rating of the fic. I don’t want to give too much away, but if you don’t like the Yusuke/Kurama pairing, THEN LEAVE NOW!! SEVERE HEAT UP AHEAD!!

Oh, and this *blah* means there's someone thinking.


Part 3


The next morning, after they had finished breakfast and Yusuke complimented his slave on the delicious meal, (“Good, good, so good,” mumbled Yusuke between large bites), the two of them sat in the living room asking each other questions. Currently, Kurama was telling his Master everything he knew about the metal around his wrists.

“They’re a different version of the Spirit Cuffs that some psychics use in training. The one around your wrist allows you to control mine with just your thoughts, and mine come with several rules. First and foremost, so long as I am wearing these, I cannot attack the person who is my master, nor can I defend myself against your attacks. Your death will not set me free anyhow, but this just ensures that I am not bound to a corpse.” At Yusuke’s puzzled look, he elaborated. “Only the person who set them can remove them. I have to wait until my punishment is over for Koenma to give me my freedom.

“Secondly,” continued the redhead, “I cannot travel more than twenty feet from you, no matter what. Should I try, the cuffs will make my body grow heavy until I am paralyzed, and I have to remain there until you retrieve and release me. It also works like this should you leave for any reason. This is so I will not try and escape my punishment. You can also paralyze me or put my body to sleep whenever the whim strikes you.

“Thirdly, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, I can only refer to you as ‘Master’. Even if you gave me permission to use your name, I still could not. These cuffs wreak havoc with my sense of free will, and if worn too long, the effects might become permanent.

“Fourth, once you get used to using these, you could just put only specific parts of my body to rest, such as weighting down my ankles to keep me from leaving the room. You could also use the power to move individual limbs-” He stopped as his right arm seemed to move of its own accord, and with a sigh, he commented. “Yes, like that.”

Yusuke snickered while removing his control over his slave, allowing the redhead to return his arm to his side and his hand to his lap, where the other was resting.

“Is that everything I need to know?” asked the Toushin cautiously.

Kurama nodded. There was no way in Hell he was going to mention the last ability he had; the one that gave his Master the power to arouse him and keep him like that for as long as he wanted. He would not be able to orgasm unless his Master ordered it, and Kurama was not going to test Yusuke’s honor with that knowledge. In all honesty, he wasn’t sure which would win over, and was a little frightened to find out.

Leaning back in his seat, Yusuke absorbed the information, sorting out everything he had learned. Contrary to popular belief, he was actually a very fast learner; he just preferred to learn fighting techniques rather than history or mathematics. A faint sound of disgust brought him out of his thoughts.

“Kurama?”

“Master, I don’t mean any disrespect, but we stink.” The expression on his face caused the Demon Lord to burst out laughing.

“Then I guess we need to bathe.” Yusuke stood and held his hand out to the redhead. It was a shy Kurama who placed his hand in Yusuke’s, and was quickly pulled to his feet.

“Then who shall go first, Master?” questioned the redhead, a slight blush tinting his cheeks. The Toushin’s hand was warm and strong, sending a small spark through Kurama’s body.

“We could always go together.” Yusuke’s reply was a little too innocent. Kurama’s face went from a slight pink to deep red.

“Together?” he squeaked.

In response, Yusuke stepped closer, and the fox’s mind got dizzy. Once again, the Toushin had gone to sleep without a shirt, exposing his chiseled chest. The subtle rippling of muscles, just under the tanned skin, would have made any fangirl worth her salt swoon. Kurama felt his body heating up, and then realizing, all too late, that he was feeling the desire that his Master felt.

“Yeah, together.” the Toushin rasped.

*Dear Inari, did his voice just get deeper?* With weakened knees, the redhead’s balance swayed and then found himself in Yusuke’s arms. “Wha-?”

“You fainted.” There was distinct amusement in his voice as Yusuke gazed down at his slave. So, Kurama can not only feel my emotions if I focused them through the cuff, but respond accordingly, too, mused Yusuke. He had his suspicions that Kurama hadn’t told him everything, but he hadn’t expected this when he let a little of his desire gather in the area of his left wrist. An idea began to form in his head.

“You must still be tired from last night,” Yusuke stated, trying to look concerned, but the knowledge of what he was going to do was affecting his body. He could only hope that Kurama wouldn’t notice; at least, not until it was too late. If all went well, the both of them would have a very enjoyable time in the bath.

“Here,” he continued. “Let me carry you to the bathroom, then while you undress, I’ll get us a change of clothes. Okay?”

Once again, heat flooded the fox’s body as a small groan formed in the back of his throat. Afraid to open his mouth and let loose the groan that was building, he merely nodded his assent. When Yusuke picked him up, with little to no effort, Kurama could feel the powerful muscles in the Toushin’s arms supporting him, and with a very close up look of that broad, lightly tanned chest, he knew he would never had made it to the bathroom on his own. Kurama then stifled another groan when he realized he was getting hard, and prayed that his Master wouldn’t notice.

Thankfully, he didn’t.

Once in the bathroom, Yusuke gently set his slave down, holding onto his shoulder to steady him when he swayed. Kurama was in a daze, his body felt too warm standing this close to the Toushin, but then his head cleared slightly when he felt a hand slipping his pants off his hips. It was then he noticed his shirt was long gone.

“Master, please. I can finish the rest myself.” He was proud of the fact his voice didn’t waver in the slightest.

Yusuke nodded. “Okay, then when you’re done, just sit on that stool there in the shower, and I’ll help you when I get back.”

“Forgive me, Master, but I am quite capable of washing myself.” As if to disprove his words, the redhead swayed once again, and was caught by his Master.

“Right. You’re just doing that to tease, aren’t you,” the Toushin snickered.

With a blush as red as his hair graced his face, the fox silently agreed to wait there, once he was naked.

Finally alone, and feeling slightly more comfortable, Kurama slid his pants all the way off, and staggered the three steps to the low stool, sitting heavily. Another wave of heat washed over him, centering briefly over his swelling groin before evening out over his body. The fox whimpered, feeling as if his arms and legs were made of lead. Realizing that this was his Master’s doing and unsure of what he had planned, Kurama could only hope and pray that his Master wouldn’t hurt him too badly. Still sitting on the low stool, he leaned back, resting part of his weight on his hands, which were braced awkwardly on the floor behind him. It was a position he would not have chosen for himself; it had to be Yusuke. A fourth wave of heat shot through his body like an electrical charge. His spread his legs wide open without thought or shame, an unconscious invitation to his Master. With his head tilted back, mouth gaping open in a silent groan and his cock fully erect and dripping with unfulfilled need; there was nothing else he could do. His free will had slowly been replaced by an all-consuming lust for his Master coursing within his bloodstream. In the back of his mind, he vaguely wondered what was taking Yusuke so long, but when yet another wave of desire assaulted him, all thought were pushed from his head as he groaned long and hard.

Yusuke was standing on the other side of the bathroom door, drooling at the picture Kurama made. With his body reclining, his head tilted back in obvious pleasure, his legs spread wantonly, and his sizable erection standing at attention begging for more, the Toushin decided he couldn’t watch anymore. Now, he needed to touch what was so obviously being offered. Knowing that Kurama was experiencing the lustful emotions he was sending through the cuff, he still wished that Kurama’s wanton display was because he wanted him just as badly, an not solely from Yusuke’s influence over him.

Acting as though he didn’t notice the fact that Kurama looked utterly delectable, Yusuke carefully set the clean clothes on the counter before slipping out of his as-of-now too tight jeans. He stifled a gasp of relief when the cool air assaulted his hard as steel shaft before walking over to the detachable showerhead, quickly setting the water temperature to nicely warm. He also picked up an especially soft wash cloth and a bottle of shampoo, and then kneeling behind the redhead, he slowly and carefully lifted Kurama’s unresisting upper body so he was now leaning against Yusuke’s hard chest.

The sudden spray of warm water in his hair startled Kurama from his drunken stupor back into awareness, although when Yusuke started massaging the shampoo in, he again relaxed his mind, swiftly returning to the mush it had been. His master’s hands were so gentle, rubbing along every inch of his scalp, focusing on the places that made him groan out loud… three times. Then, with equal gentleness, he rinsed the shampoo away, and changed the setting on the showerhead. It was now set to ‘massage’.

Yusuke then gave a silent command through the cuff forcing Kurama to sit up. With the shower head in one hand and the soapy washcloth in the other, Yusuke alternated rubbing his shoulders with the cloth, then letting the warm water pound into the fox, easing the tense muscles with each stroke. He did the same all along Kurama’s back, ignoring his throbbing need. Then he repositioned himself between the redheads spread legs and sat back on his heels, and then silently commanded the fox to lean back into his original position.

The redhead blushed furiously, not only because he was still hard, but also because Yusuke’s actions had done nothing to diminish it. “Master…”

“Just relax. I promise I won’t hurt you.” Kurama’s breath hitched when the spray of warm water was aimed at the right side of his chest. It then moved over to his nipple where it was attacked more often then not by the pulsing plow of water. He could then feel Yusuke flicking and teasing the hard nub behind the washcloth, and found himself unable to suppress a shameful loud groan after the other nipple got the same treatment. At the same time his weeping shaft bobbed for attention under the assault.

It was all Yusuke could do to keep his face straight at the sound. He loved being able to give his partners such pleasure and had to bite his lip as he moved the water lower, lightly running the washcloth slowly and teasingly over Kurama’s toned abs. The muscles there involuntarily twitched, then relaxed under his ministrations and the soothing water.

Kurama whimpered pitifully when Yusuke bypassed his weeping erection to his legs, taking extra time to rub the cloth into the insides of his thighs. When the large hand finally wrapped around his shaft, the redhead cried out, and thrust his hips up. With his lower lip firmly between his teeth in an effort to remain silent, Yusuke began to sweat. He was harder than he had ever remembered being, and seeing Kurama begging without words to, at the very least, be jacked off was testing his resolve in ways he didn’t want to think about.

“Calm down, Kurama,” he said softly so as not to ruin the mood. His only reply was another whimper, and the Demon Lord found his blood boiling and his resolve shot to hell.

Slowly, Yusuke removed his hand and turned the water on the throbbing length, wincing in sympathy when it twitched under the spray. Kurama gasped and then cried out when he was abruptly pulled over the Toushin’s raised knee, his limbs still heavy, his ass in the air, and his length pressing against the powerful thigh of his Master. When he felt the first touches of that cloth against his tight opening, he began to sob; the sensation was something he hadn’t felt since Kuronue.

Yusuke’s grin was downright wicked as he ran that soapy material all along the tempting crack, pausing frequently to tease at the puckered entrance, eliciting distorted babbling from his slave.

“Master, please-” Kurama’s plea was cut off when said Master pushed his finger passed the tight ring of muscle up to the first knuckle still encased in the washcloth. Franticly, he tried to push back on that finger, forcing it in deeper while grinding his hips against the leg supporting him at the same time. This got Yusuke to speak.

“Anxious, aren’t you? Don’t worry, you’ll get your release, and more,” whispered the Toushin, amusement and lust coloring his voice.

He removed his finger and set down the showerhead, making Kurama whimper at the loss of contact. One hand remained on his back, holding the redhead in place despite the cuffs, while the other did something out of his limited range of sight. Then the finger was back, slicked up with the body wash that was lying within reach and gently pushed in, earning another moan from his slave.

After a few seconds of pumping that finger in and out, a second one joined it, this time able to reach in far enough to press against Kurama’s sweet spot. He shrieked, jerking his hips, warning Yusuke that if he went too far too fast Kurama would finish before him. What Yusuke didn’t know was that the fox was unable to come without a direct order from his Master. This was information that the redhead would not divulge. Kurama was unwilling to remain trapped in an un-escapable cycle of pleasure; he breathed a sigh of relief when Yusuke took the bait and eased off his prostate. Yusuke unknowingly believed this would stay the fox’s release until later and slowly began to stretch out the waiting hole before him.

Just when Kurama had adjusted to three fingers stretching him, he was suddenly picked up by his hips and placed face down flush with the tiled floor. Behind him, Kurama heard Yusuke groaning as he loomed over his back and felt his legs being spread apart my his Master’s knees. His breath hitched when his Master’s thick shaft nudged at his slave’s entrance. With hands not his own, Kurama’s hips were raised slightly off the ground and held still and in the air, making it easier for Yusuke to penetrate. The fox was now lying with his face and chest resting on the hard tiles, unable to push up enough to get comfortable as Yusuke slowly slid in. The Toushin was doing everything in his power to give the fox plenty of time to get used to the large invader.

Inari, but he hadn’t thought much about his Master’s size before hand, and now he wished Yusuke had taken just a bit more time in preparing him. His inner walls burned as they were stretched beyond their normal capacities, and a whine escaped his throat.

Once fully seated inside his slave, Yusuke moaned about the tightness gripping his length as firmly as a vice, but froze when he heard Kurama whimpering under him. He looked at the smooth, pale back presented and bit his lip. Wanting his slave to enjoy this, he slid one arm around the redhead’s hips, the other across his chest, pulling him up to his knees. As they both groaned at the slight change in position, Yusuke ground his hips into Kurama’s, rubbing again and again against his sweet spot.

With his arms still weak and heavy, the only thing Kurama could do was tilt his head back and to the side to press open mouthed kisses along the side of his Master’s face. Without words, he thanked his Master for the position change and encouraged Yusuke to continue the gentle treatment he had exhibited so far.

Yusuke hummed in appreciation of the affection his slave was showing him, and turned his own head, finding a soft pair of lips and claiming them with his own. He slowly massaged his lips against Kurama’s, but when the fox gasped he slid his tongue in hungrily, moving it about, exploring every nook and cranny. The Toushin sucked his slave’s hot tongue into his mouth, mimicking what he was doing to the lower area of the redhead’s body, thoroughly distracting him from the small piece of energy bonding to his aura.

As his body began to shake, Kurama’s mind began to melt, and he started to whine around the Toushin’s lips. That only spurred Yusuke on to move faster, pound harder, deeper. He removed his lips from his partners’, only to attach them to the slender neck, immediately finding a sensitive spot, pushing his slave over the edge.

In a desperate sobbing cry for release, Kurama pitifully whimpered, “M-master, please! Let me come! P-please allow me to come!”

“Then come. Come for me, my slave!” Yusuke growled, unwilling to torture his fox or himself any longer, anxious to feel Kurama’s hot ass tightening around his cock in orgasm. He adjusted his grip on the redheads’ hips, and grasped his cock, jutting up from a patch of brilliant red curls.

Kurama’s eyes rolled into his head, his thought process screeching to a halt as he released violently, his hole tightening even more around Yusuke’s shaft, bringing them both over the edge. The Toushin hadn’t known he could let himself go like that with a human, and it fueled his orgasm to new heights.

For several long moments, they remained like that, on their knees; Yusuke still buried balls deep inside Kurama. Then the fox went boneless, and the Toushin shifted their weight back a little, gently cradling his slave in his lap and smiled. He knew they’d both enjoyed it.

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