Sex was Never this Good
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Yuyu Hakusho › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Yuyu Hakusho › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
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1,424
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0
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chapter 3
Chapter 3
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Three bouts and we haven’t finished each other off. It is easily recognizable the emotional wards we’ve covered ourselves with, suppressing all emotion. We are just like allies, the good old fighting partners. The last two people on earth you’d think are sexing each other like whores.
It hurts so badly.
You thrust whip outwards, letting it crack, intimidating my dancing blade. We keep on thrusting at each other, the way we moved against each other during those nights of painful pleasure. My mouth is tight, holding it all, repressed.
“Oi! I can’t believe you started training without us…”
Ah. The detective. I feel grateful of a sudden, using the distraction to let you attack me head on, unstoppable. You crash into me and I feel your weight pushing me down, your feet on my chest my sword flying and out of my grasp.
“Hey, take it easy Kurama!”
Yuusuke. Still oblivious to the game the fox and I are playing. And the oaf is with him. Just like always. I move and I wince when I felt the pang at my side. I hit a jagged edge on the ground. I’m wounded. I glance, only for a flash, I saw concern from you then indifference. Emotions are illegal, aren’t they Kurama?
You start conversing with them, forgetting me completely. I keep my mouth shut as I nurse the wound; it’s not deep. Kuwabara took my sword. “Oi, shrimp! Here’s your katana. Don’t lose it again ‘kay runt?!”
And off he goes. It’s weird; a single shout from the oaf would easily tick me off, but now… I guess it’s the effect of losing yourself in your own thoughts. I keep my mouth shut.
Shut up. It’s better if it’s this way.
Yuusuke seems to notice the change. But you barely look at me, as if scared to death to see my red eyes. I know. I am ugly. And even more repulsive if you try to dig deeper in this façade. But then again, you wouldn’t tire yourself again; doing the same routine you’ve tried with me ever since we’ve met. “Hey. What’s up? You look weird.”
“Hn. It’s nothing.”
I hide again. I sheathe my weapon and you still kep your back to me, unminding. I jump to the nearest tree and I try to calm my mind, away from the thoughts of you, of me… of us.
You writhe.
I don’t want to think anymore. It started out as a little game, something to keep us pre-occupied. But why am I becoming more serious as days progress? The sex is always the same. The moans, the thrusts, the name-calling. Everything. The end is the same as well… Is it because of the sameness? You are getting tired of me and me of you. Yes. Maybe it’s because of that. I perch on the sturdiest branch, and think. Think of these thoughts, forgetting your longing face looking upwards, hoping I would come down.
And my train shatters. I look at you and you look at me. We stare. And you leave. You always leave.
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A/N: whew I thought I lost this story. Damn.
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Three bouts and we haven’t finished each other off. It is easily recognizable the emotional wards we’ve covered ourselves with, suppressing all emotion. We are just like allies, the good old fighting partners. The last two people on earth you’d think are sexing each other like whores.
It hurts so badly.
You thrust whip outwards, letting it crack, intimidating my dancing blade. We keep on thrusting at each other, the way we moved against each other during those nights of painful pleasure. My mouth is tight, holding it all, repressed.
“Oi! I can’t believe you started training without us…”
Ah. The detective. I feel grateful of a sudden, using the distraction to let you attack me head on, unstoppable. You crash into me and I feel your weight pushing me down, your feet on my chest my sword flying and out of my grasp.
“Hey, take it easy Kurama!”
Yuusuke. Still oblivious to the game the fox and I are playing. And the oaf is with him. Just like always. I move and I wince when I felt the pang at my side. I hit a jagged edge on the ground. I’m wounded. I glance, only for a flash, I saw concern from you then indifference. Emotions are illegal, aren’t they Kurama?
You start conversing with them, forgetting me completely. I keep my mouth shut as I nurse the wound; it’s not deep. Kuwabara took my sword. “Oi, shrimp! Here’s your katana. Don’t lose it again ‘kay runt?!”
And off he goes. It’s weird; a single shout from the oaf would easily tick me off, but now… I guess it’s the effect of losing yourself in your own thoughts. I keep my mouth shut.
Shut up. It’s better if it’s this way.
Yuusuke seems to notice the change. But you barely look at me, as if scared to death to see my red eyes. I know. I am ugly. And even more repulsive if you try to dig deeper in this façade. But then again, you wouldn’t tire yourself again; doing the same routine you’ve tried with me ever since we’ve met. “Hey. What’s up? You look weird.”
“Hn. It’s nothing.”
I hide again. I sheathe my weapon and you still kep your back to me, unminding. I jump to the nearest tree and I try to calm my mind, away from the thoughts of you, of me… of us.
You writhe.
I don’t want to think anymore. It started out as a little game, something to keep us pre-occupied. But why am I becoming more serious as days progress? The sex is always the same. The moans, the thrusts, the name-calling. Everything. The end is the same as well… Is it because of the sameness? You are getting tired of me and me of you. Yes. Maybe it’s because of that. I perch on the sturdiest branch, and think. Think of these thoughts, forgetting your longing face looking upwards, hoping I would come down.
And my train shatters. I look at you and you look at me. We stare. And you leave. You always leave.
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A/N: whew I thought I lost this story. Damn.