Somethin' to talk about

Chapter 3

A little over an hour after Kurama’s urgent call to Kuwabara, matters had not improved much, if judging by the grim expressions by the two currently standing over the young toushin lord. In fact, matters were steadily worsening.

Yuusuke was in Kurama’s bed with all the appearance of one running a dangerously high fever. Face flushed and sweating profusely, he was panting as if every breath was hard fought. Every now and then he would quake spastically. Then, his face would twist up. His body would slowly curl inwards in feeble attempts to curtail the vicious bite of the poison working its insidious way through his body. In just a short amount of time, his eyes had sunk in his flushed face. Shadows had formed, like some nightmarish blossoms, under his eyes.

One hand was always outstretched, as if vainly seeking succor for some imagined sin.

And that, in itself, was killing Kurama. For all his vast knowledge, he was helpless in the face of this particular unknown. Toushins, as a whole, had always been an insular race. Other than the obvious, not much was known about them even to this day. Kurama savagely cursed himself for not bothering to find out more about toushins. He had had the time…the entire city was pretty much open to him, what with having the ‘honor’ of being their cherished Lord Urameshi’s friend. Assuaging his curiosity, however, had long since faded. He had found more important things to take its place…such as being Yuusuke’s friend, laughing and wallowing in the singular joy of just being a human.

Now he stood to lose the bright, irrepressible laughing boy that had given him the wonderful gift of friendship.

A stir next to him brought him out of his dark introspective mood. Opening eyes he hadn’t known were closed, he glanced to his right, and seeing the unruffled expression on the toushin’s face, he felt a measure of his calm return. Not knowing the full effect of the drug on Yuusuke’s system, he had placed an urgent call to Hokushin, the very same one that Raizen had dispatched to bring Yuusuke to him once upon a time. He had felt a sense of utter relief upon seeing the imposingly dignified toushin. If anyone could help, it would be this particular learned toushin.

Standing next to the kitsune, Hokushin was hard pressed not to give in to the turbulent emotions that rioted in his mind. Foremost was rage but that was nearly eclipsed by fear and worry. Each time Yuusuke flinched or cried out in pain, his rage soared higher even as fear sought to overtake his mind.

Kurama belatedly spotted the subtle tightening around the older toushin’s eyes. He swiftly revised his previous judgment of the other. Although it wasn’t obvious, Hokushin was as unnerved as he. He stole another look at the bed, worry and regret emblazoned across his face.

He missed the calculating look that that Hokushin darted his way.

Yuusuke was sweating profusely, stirring restlessly as demons haunted his sleep. Fists clenched, face screwed up in a frown of concentration, it was clear that his rest was disturbed by violence.

Hokushin’s lips thinned to a flat line. “He fights it…the poison in his veins. That he’s resisted this long is to his credit.” That he would eventually fail was left unspoken.

“His will has always been formidable.”

Kurama’s voice was idle, conversationally even as he spoke. He strolled to the window and, shifting aside the curtain, he gazed down onto the street below. Although the drug was considered an aphrodisiac for many yokai, it was not common knowledge that toushins could not transmute the drug into something similarly benign.

From Hokushin, he found out that in toushins the drug acted as a deadly toxin.

Only a faint tightening of the hand that crumpled the curtain betrayed Kurama’s fury at the number of yokai lurking outside. He was a creature of infuriating patience and exacting nature. Thus so, he was quietly creating and recording each and every energy signature. When this was over, he would personally seek them out and discuss just how disrespectful he thought they were being. Any that remained alive he would leave to Hiei and Kuwabara’s tender mercies.

He had discovered the human had several ingenious ideas. Enough so that even Hiei was reluctantly impressed.

A vicious light flared briefly in Kurama’s eyes.

Hokushin glanced at the slender back of his lord’s friend. He had long since learned to look past the deceptively, frail human form to see the ruthless yokai that lurked deep within. It had been a struggle to see what his master saw in the self-named, infamous yokai. Not that the kitsune made it easy. Unlike many that sought to align their fortunes to his master, ingratiating themselves to those closest to Yuusuke, Yoko Kurama did not try to cozen up to him or pay him false flattery. The kitsune was largely indifferent to anyone’s opinion…save those of a chosen few.

Hokushin had long since given up the attempt to fathom the relationship between the five…human, yokai and the young spirit prince. It still had the power to unnerve him. Ancient enmity should have prevented any such close ties. Likewise, someone neglected to inform Yuusuke that between him and the fire demon, there should have been centuries of bloodshed to prevent a close bond. And no one in their sound mind should have, would have, given their trust to Yoko Kurama.

A brief smirk curled his lips.

His lord reveled in confounding others expectations of him.

Bending, he gently drew the covers up higher, smoothing the covers that an agitated Yuusuke had pushed fretfully aside. He had already recognized Yuusuke’s symptoms and its eventual consequences. It was a rare occurrence among his people. However rare it was, recognizing the smell and symptoms was something every toushin parent assiduously trained their sons to recognize.

What was fun and games to other yokai became a decidedly different matter for toushins.

Unfortunately, Yuusuke never had a toushin parent to educate him.

Face inscrutable, Hokushin pondered the bond between Yuusuke and Yoko Kurama. For if his idea was to succeed, then the bond of friendship his master had with this particular yokai would play a critical factor. It would depend on how deep trust and faith ran within his master for Yoko Kurama.

Leaving Yuusuke’s side, he drifted to the window. Staring out of the window at the very human dwelling places that surrounded them, in a quiet voice he began speaking. Face expressionless, his voice was likewise, dry and unemotional. “He stands now on the cusp of violence…fighting against the temptation to give in. Deep down, I believe he knows the consequences should he fail.” He paused to be sure he had the kitsune’s complete attention.

“Violence and passion are but twin sides of the same coin.” Kurama’s eyes and voice were both neutral.

“You are correct.” Hokushin nodded to himself. Yes, Yoko Kurama had always been a most intuitive yokai. He was pleased to know the wily and cunning kitsune had not allowed himself to become dull in his exile. “There is another option.”

He paused, fully turning to regarded the creamy smooth profile of the kitsune. “The girl is thoroughly human and could not withstand the force of his passion; likewise the human boy, despite his extraordinary high spirit energy. Unfortunately, the fire demon’s nature too closely matches my master. Violence would erupt ere balance is achieved.”

Kurama stirred. “And that just leaves me.” His voice was flat, emotionless. He did not pretend not to understand the other yokai’s meaning. No one had ever accused him of being slow on the uptake. At the first mention of the word passion, he had a sinking feeling of the direction the toushin’s thoughts. He waited grimly for an explanation from the toushin. It was not long in coming. In succinct terms, Hokushin explained what had to be done…what needed to be done.

To his credit, Kurama did not flat out reject Hokushin’s plan—though the look on his face spoke volumes as to the dubious nature of Hokushin’s mental capacity.

Then a choked cry from the bed drew his complete attention.

Yuusuke’s face was screwed up, his teeth gritted in fierce denial and his face stark with pain. He shuddered, slowly curling into a tight ball. Sweat had been pouring off him for some time.
All this, Kurama took in without expression.

“He will hate me…”

“If he killed your family, destroyed this neighborhood…what he feels for you will be tame to what he will feel for himself should that happen,” Hokushin said quietly in response. “He has given much of his life to protecting humans. To become that which he has fought so long against - he will die.”

The air between the two yokai was heavy with tension. “And that will be long after he has waged such devastation upon this world that it will be long in recovering.”

He paused then lowered his eyes. There was little recrimination in his voice when added, “However, if it is objectionable to you, then I think he would welcome an ending from the hand of a friend.”

For a brief second, the veil drew back from the vivid green eyes. Deep within, flames danced in a conflagration of rage. Then those eyes were veiled. The kitsune’s façade was once again smooth and impassive.

Kurama glanced at his friend was brief. His voice was hesitant. It was clear he was carefully picking his words with extreme care. "It is not particularly common knowledge that toushin metabolize the drug from this plant differently."

Hokushin's face was apologetic. “Yes, but thankfully the individuals who possess such knowledge are small. I’m certain with some judicious and pointed questioning I will elicit the name of my Lord’s attacker.”

The toushin smiled slowly at Kurama.

Despite their inscrutable expressions, something—from the primordial waters of the Makai where life had been even more violent and bloodily vicious—briefly surfaced in their eyes.

Kurama smiled and bowed carefully to the cultured and learned toushin. Hokushin bowed in return before he departed, safe in the knowledge that Yuusuke would be well taken care of. Master Kurama was a most sensible and practical yokai. His lord would come to no harm in his care. What was to be done did not require his attendance.

Or any other outsiders.

And he had some yokai to question.

* * *



Kurama eased onto the bed.

Yuusuke had been granted a small respite from the struggle against the drug in his system. Weary brown eyes opened slowly. Dark circles and the sunken eyes underscored the viciousness of the drug gaining a toehold of his body. It was inevitable that he would lose. Searching those pain-darkened eyes, despite the shields threw up, Kurama saw Yuusuke’s acceptance of his looming death.

Lurking behind the acceptance, he saw something that disturbed him even more. His eyes subtly narrowed. Yuusuke had always been one to meet a fight on his own terms.

“Think Koenma would get in trouble if he brought me back this time?” he rasped, a sage look in his eyes. A twinkle of amusement lit the haunted depths of his eyes at the choked laughter that he managed to surprise out of Kurama. There was a moment of companionable silence.

"Fucked up again, didn't I?" Yuusuke husked out. He blinked tiredly as a gentle hand stroked sweat-damped hair from his face. The smell of wild roses seemed to linger, leaving behind a soothing coolness against his hot face. Closing his eyes, he angled for more. At the soft, easy chuckle from Kurama a tiny smile touched Yuusuke’s lips.

"You did nothing wrong, kit," Kurama softly chided. His eyes were affectionate and warm. "No one ever thought my company worth such a price. If it wasn't such an appallingly bone-headed thing to do, I would be flattered."

Yuusuke rasped out a shaky laugh. Amusement chased away some of the shadows in his eyes. "Just ain’t no pleasin’ ya, huh?" His smile was mirrored in the warm though watchful green eyes. Slowly amusement faded from Yuusuke's eyes, leaving them sad and resigned. "I heard some of what you and Hokushin were saying. I'm gonna go apeshit and kill a lot of people, ain’t I?" It wasn’t a question, just a blunt statement of fact.

Kurama studied the youth lying exhaustedly in his bed. After everything Yuusuke had done – fought and saved so many lives – to be reduced to this? Hunted and humiliated? It was unconscionable.

Staring down at Yuusuke, a light kindled in the kitsune’s brilliantly green eyes.

If asked about his emotional state at that moment, Kurama would have explained, in a reasonable voice, just how swearing helped lessen and even ease volatile emotions. He could have provided the scientific journal in which papers had been published. He would have also added that when placed in a volatile situation, swearing helped release psychological pressure or anger, thereby avoiding direct physical confrontation.

Having been an observer when similar happened with Yuusuke, Kuwabara’s explanation would have been simpler.

Kurama lost his shit.

Ignoring the rather wild look in Yuusuke’s eyes at his choice of words, Kurama urged his friend from the bed. "First, we're going to get you cleaned up. There's another way to excise the drug from your system." Despite Yuusuke's repeated requests, Kurama refused to tell him more.

Stripping a blushing, bleating Yuusuke, Kurama carefully propped him in a corner of the shower. His mother and stepfather had had the small alcove remodeled, remaking it into a third bathroom then connecting it to Kurama’s bedroom.

Swiftly he stepped back into his bedroom. Encouraging a couple of plants to produce more of their pleasing aroma, he quickly stripped and remade the bed. Hesitating slightly he firmed his resolution. It had always been an iron-clad policy of his never to cross the line between friend and lover. Lovers come and go; however, friends were too far and between for him to want to jeopardize it. He liked to tease and flirt, but it was harmless fun, never with the intention of going further. It seemed so long ago that he had gotten upset at Yuusuke’s amusement at the thought of them being lovers.

Pausing, Kurama stared unseeingly at the shirt he had just taken off. It was ironic that after Yuusuke’s revelry and his annoyance, they had to become lovers. Coming back to the present, and moving slowly as inner trepidation filled him, he finished removing his clothes. With meticulous attention to detail, he carefully folded them well aware that he was simply stalling for time. In the midst of smoothing his pants, his hands stilled and he closed his eyes. It was only delaying the inevitable.

He grabbed for his robe and hesitated. He stared unseeingly at some inner thought, his face at its most expressionless. His hand tightened, bones standing out stark and bare. Subtly his eyes brightened, a familiar warm, teasing light filling them. A slight smile playing on his lips, he strode back into the bathroom.

Yuusuke lay slumped on the floor in the corner of the shower enclosure. The feel of water was going a long way towards making him feel better. Feeling a surge of energy, he drew his legs up and wrapped his arms around them. Bending his head, he rested it on his knees and contemplated the sorry existence that was his life. Well, dude, you have totally screwed this all to hell, he thought tiredly. Now when you go all crazy, Koenma’s gotta send his boys to take down your sorry ass. He smirked to himself at the thought. His smirk died as he contemplated what would happen next.

Kurama, Hiei and Kuwabara would be sent after him. Koenma would have no choice.

I’d rather be dead, he thought bleakly. For the first time since this all began, he no longer pushed away thoughts of suicide. To save his friends the guilt, maybe suicide wasn’t such a bad idea.

Cool air blew across his skin. He shivered, lifting his head.

Blinking water logged lashes he stared in surprise at the slim, naked form in the shower with him. His eyes narrowed at the slightly ‘off’ vibe he was getting from Kurama. Then his attention focused on the whole of the kitsune.

His eyes rounded comically. “Dude…you’re like, naked,” Yuusuke pointed out helpfully. He winced at the betraying squeak in his voice.

Kurama ignored the flummoxed look on Yuusuke’s face and concentrated on soaping up a sea sponge. He utterly adored showering with them. From the way it naturally exfoliated and removed dry skin to the way it softened and stimulated his circulatory system. It felt smooth and velvety soft against his skin when he applied his favorite cleansing gel to the soft natural texture. Lathered up, he knelt and stroked it up Yuusuke’s arm before carefully prying the limb upward to continue scrubbing his friend.

Yuusuke eyed the pleasant expression on Kurama’s face with misgivings. “Uhm, not that I’m freaking out or anything,” he said carefully, “but why are you playing handmaiden? Not that I’m complaining,” he added hastily, “but I kinda don’t remember you ever offering to give me a bath before. And I did mention you were naked, right?”

“Oh, I’ve always had a deep aversion to wearing clothes in the shower,” Kurama responded calmly. He eased Yuusuke forward to slide the sponge down the sleekly muscled back. Much like Kurama, Yuusuke’s appearance was misleading. He had taught any yokai foolish enough to meet him head on fight that his appearance—boyishly slim with long, coltish legs—was very deceptive. “And the other reason is, you stink.” The genial smile he gave Yuusuke took the sting out of the words.

“Oh.” Yuusuke fell silent, his mind scrambling frantically for something to say because something had changed. What that was, he wasn’t sure. He had seen Kurama naked plenty of times. But now being in the shower—with Kurama all wet and naked—felt a little too intimate. He blushed and hid his face in the crook of his arm. The water was cut off. The silence was abruptly loud. Yuusuke felt his chest grow tight, making it hard to breath. A hidden secretive part of him stirred. Like a dog sniffing the air, it seemed to scent something titillating.

A thick towel was draped around his shoulders as he was urged to his feet. To his complete indignation, his hair was briskly toweled dried before robe was slipped over his shoulders. Though weakened by the drug, his scowl had lost none of its fire.

Kurama smirked at the unruly tufts of hair sticking upright on Yuusuke’s head. Cocking his head to the side, he meticulously adjusted one such spike even higher. Yuusuke’s scowl deepened.

The kitsune laughed. “Come…”

Kurama ushered Yuusuke back to the bedroom. Without his friend noticing, Kurama locked the door then darted over to lay several towels on the bed before helping Yuusuke lay down. Not that it would make a difference, he thought resigned. Hell, the entire room would need to be fumigated by the time they were done.

To Yuusuke growing sense of dread, Kurama joined him. Sitting on the bed, Kurama faced the wary brown eyes. “We…need to talk. Please listen to what I have to say before immediately protesting.”

Shit, it must be worse than I thought. Kurama got his blank face on, Yuusuke thought worriedly. He braced himself.

Lowering his eyes, Kurama traced an idle pattern on the bed sheets. “Although you are able to delay the full effects of the drug in your system, eventually you will lose the battle. On most yokai, the drug has a rather pleasant side-effect. Use appropriately, it acts as an aphrodisiac. However, toushin biological system is somewhat skewered. It magnifies certain emotions. And since you’re fighting against the influences…” His shrug said the rest. “Without a proper outlet it will win and you will lose.”

Slowly he raised his eyes to Yuusuke’s narrowed-eyed stare. “Hokushin says that the drug responses could be diverted into another channel. Sex. With me,” he added unnecessarily.

Yuusuke blinked rapidly. “Soooo,” he said slowly, “I’m guessing that ‘ewwww’ probably wouldn’t go over too well, eh?”

Kurama allowed a bark of laughter to escape. “Well, I’ll admit to some hurt feelings if you did.” Catching sight of Yuusuke’s horrified gaze, all levity dropped from his face leaving it an emotionless mask. “Would sex with me be so disgusting?

Yuusuke turned his head and stared fixedly at the ceiling. A rosy flush colored his cheeks. “It’s not just sex with you that I’m having a problem…it’s the sex with a guy. I never thought I had to outright say this, but I prefer girls. You know, the ones with nice jiggly boobies.” Raising his hands, he moved them up and down, mimicking the movement of a pair of generous breasts.

A brief smile touched Kurama’s mouth. “I’m well acquainted with the fact that female have breasts,” he said dryly, “Some even, ‘jiggly’.” He lost his air of amusement as sadness touched his eyes. “We don’t have time, nor is it an option to find a yokai female as you would kill a human female in the effort to excise the drug.” Taking a chance, Kurama leaned closer to a motionless Yuusuke. Lowering his eyes, he softly he brushed his lips against Yuusuke’s.

At the tiny gasp from Yuusuke, slowly he raised his eyes and focused a heated stare on Yuusuke. His voice dropped an octave. It hinted of forbidden acts of incendiary pleasure. “I can make it very... pleasurable for you.”

Yuusuke froze, his eyes rounding. His dick stirred, suddenly taking an active interest in the proceedings.

Had Kurama had been aggressive with him—took rather than asked—Yuusuke would have known instantly what to do. A solid right hook to Kurama’s jaw. However, it was the softly whispered "Trust me..." that slipped under his guard. Indecision writ over his face, Yuusuke squeezed his eyes shut. It was almost indiscernible, his nod of acquiescence.

Thus with that tiny signal Kurama set about wooing reluctant lover with skills never before utilized in the human world.

Softly he teased Yuusuke into parting his lips with slow, tantalizing brushes of his lips though he didn’t immediately accept the unconscious invitation. Instead he peppered Yuusuke’s face with tiny, delicate kisses—a sensual reward for Yuusuke’s compliance. From cheek to chin, and everything in between, knew the aching sweetness of Kurama's kisses.

And every section visited by Kurama’s lips clamored for more.

Kurama went as slow as he dared. While his skill was legendary, still it was a first time he had ever had to seduce a virginal male. Typically his lovers had been well experienced in spreading their legs and definitely knew what pleased a male.

However, this was Yuusuke…who barely knew what a woman wanted.

Yuusuke felt flushed, his body stirring with heat. There was a sinking feeling in his stomach that the heat he was feeling wasn’t being caused by the drug. He shivered as warm, moist lips caressed then began to suckle at a particular spot behind his ear. A spot that seemed to have a direct connection to his dick, he thought unhappily.

Breathing was becoming increasingly difficult. The difficulty seemed tied to the movement of Kurama’s wicked lips as they moved over his jaw and cheek before seeking his lips. His mouth seemed to be the focal point. And every kiss, every nibble at his neck had his pulse racing, burning under the teasing caresses.

“Oh, God…” he whispered, eyes widening with shock. Hands were moving in a southernly direction. “Hands…! Hands!” he cried out as the alarm in his head suddenly gained strength. He slapped frantically at Kurama’s devilishly nibble hands and squirmed, unsure whether he was trying to get away or push himself closer to Kurama’s wandering hands. Fortunately for his peace of mind, the hand reversed itself and rested on his chest.

Whereupon both hands came into play and began caressing his chest.

Assaulted on two fronts—his body’s response and Kurama’s seductive kisses—Yuusuke’s mind was finding it hard muster a defense. The soft indrawn breath from Kurama, the look of sheer appreciation in the green eyes made him blush and instinctively preen. He puffed his chest out then turned a fiery red as he caught himself trying impress Kurama, of all people. He suddenly felt ridiculously shy and exposed.

He moaned when Kurama finally kissed him.

Really kissed him.

With tongue.

Oh, my fuckin’ god…Kurama’s tongue is in my mouth, he thought half-hysterically. His gasp of shock was swallowed by Kurama with a pleased sound of his own. “Sweet,” he heard whispered before his mouth was taken again.

Kurama thrust inside, seducing Yuusuke’s mouth with carefully controlled lust. Never far from his mind was the fact that he was doing this for Yuusuke. His friend. And he didn’t have that many that he was willing to lose even one. Firmly he told himself that Yuusuke would understand…they would recover from this. Hungrily he swallowed Yuusuke’s moan even as he dove for more of the surprisingly rich taste hidden in Yuusuke’s mouth.

He took Yuusuke’s mouth in an achingly slow kiss that hinted at the dark erotic skill the kitsune had in abundance. It was the kind of kiss that had long since left chaste and innocence behind.

Still, Yuusuke’s heterosexual mind kept up a valiant defense against his body’s inclination to give way to the seductive wiles of the kitsune. Raising his head, Kurama stared into Yuusuke’s aroused, yet shamed and defiant eyes. Although he wanted this…his body wanted this…Kurama knew Yuusuke’s mind, backed by that indomitable will, was the sticking point.

Abruptly the matter became moot.

Mouth open to decry Kurama’s attentions, Yuusuke’s focus shifted long enough for the drug to act. Like a malevolent creature, it struck viciously at the suffering youth. Outside the gathered yokai smiled in triumph even as the toushins braced themselves.

Yuusuke’s yokai energy, that which made him such a formidable opponent, became his Achilles’ heel.

It turned inward.

His power, turning on itself, treated him with the same fierceness he treated his enemy.

Writhing on the bed, he sought to escape the power that deemed him an enemy. Mind abraded by the searing agony taking place inside, he writhed like a worm on fire. Vaguely he could feel a body—hands—trying to restrain him. It was useless, he wanted to say, but thinking was beyond him.

All he could do—could feel—was pain. So much pain.

Power struck again and again at the beleaguered youth. He felt his mind dissolving, lost in the whirlpool of agony. Despite Kurama’s best efforts, Yuusuke, body taut and strained, arched on the bed. One last bellowing cry—a scream of pain and utter defiance—then abrupt silence fell.

A brooding, oppressive silence loomed in the room.

Tattoos, stark and bare, appeared on Yuusuke’s body. Raven hair flowed like a river of darkness from his head.

Moving carefully, eyes abruptly wary, Kurama removed his hands from the now silent toushin. With the same care one would give in the presence of a dangerous vicious animal, Kurama kept his movements slow.

Deep, crimson eyes abruptly locked onto Kurama.

There was little evidence of humanity in that flat, unfriendly gaze. It happened so fast he almost didn’t see Yuusuke’s beginning movement. However, he certainly felt it when he crashed into the wall. Caught off guard, he was slow to react when a heavy weight straddled his prone body and hands manacled his wrists over his head.

Heart in his throat he met Yuusuke’s eyes head on.

That gaze...it wasn’t evil precisely. It was…clinical indifference. Like that of a scientist dissecting a rat—that the rat was alive and in obvious pain was immaterial. Shadowy darkness licked at the corners of Yuusuke’s eyes. Eyes once so merry and warm now held a disturbing emptiness. There was nothing even remotely human or humane.

This…this yokai was Yuusuke without restraint or care. A creature so outside the boundaries of humanity—outside of everything Kurama knew was right in the world—that even he felt a repulsed.

In his many centuries of living, he had seen atrocities committed by yokai that would rival a human’s darkest nightmare. As such, it took a great deal to make a yokai of Kurama’s caliber know fear.

This Yuusuke terrified him.

In the realm of the spirits, alarms rang a clarion sound in King Enma palace. The elite members of the Spirit Defense Force rushed to their posts. There they waited tensely for the signal to take flight.

Kurama flinched. Subtly he tried to distance himself from those terrible, cruel eyes. For the first time, he felt the clear division between his power levels and Yuusuke’s. It seemed funny, but out of the depth of his fear came a sudden burst of anger. A rousing, head-clearing dose of pure rage gripped him.

Were he in his animal form, his teeth would be bared in furious, impotent defiance.

How dare Yuusuke do this to him?! When Yuusuke permanently crossed over in Spirit World, he would be waiting for the idiot toushin. He was so going to kick Yuusuke’s ass.

His spirit energy flared. A token defense, to be sure, but he wasn’t going down without a fight.

Time seemed to slow in response as a hungry smile of anticipation appeared on the toushin’s face. Not only could Kurama sense Yuusuke’s gathering yokai energy, he could almost see it. A vast, shimmering wave, that seemed to dwarf the trees outside, loomed over him. It appeared to grow ever larger by the second. It hesitated as it peaked, then curled over.

And he was at the epicenter of that great, terrifying force.

That he would die was something he faced with a sense of peaceful equanimity. After all, there was no place to run and hide or avoid it. It was just there.

Like a force of nature. Smashing, destroying everything in its path.

He refused to look away from his pending death.

A couple minutes later—Kurama would admit to some surprise—he seemed to still be standing.

It was like he was sheltered beneath an invisible dome. Uncertainty filling him, he looked around and was caught by a pair of brown eyes. Exasperation and desperation were reflected in equal measure in those familiar eyes. He had forgotten about Yuusuke’s particular brand of loyalty and infuriating stubbornness. Only Yuusuke would actually defy himself, Kurama thought in a fit of hysterical wonder.

“Are you gonna stand there or fuck me? Kiss me, you fool!”

Willingly Kurama complied.

An hour later found Yuusuke moaning and writhing on the bed, his face flushed for a decidedly different reason. It was getting harder and harder to filter enough air into his oxygen starved lungs through the thick atmosphere that had overtaken the room. Every inhalation over his tongue had him tasting rising musk as well as the unmistakable thick scent of spunk.

His cock was rigid, hard with arousal and need. Glistening strands of pre-cum connected his cock and belly.

He had never been one particularly big on kissing. As far as he was concerned, if kissing a chick got him into her pants faster, whatever.

He was fast rethinking his stance on kissing. Because truthfully, he had never kissed anyone that seemed so totally focused on kissing…as if there was nothing they would rather do than simply kiss him.

Not someone else…but him.

It made him appreciate the act of kissing in a brand new light.

That and the way Kurama seemed to be slow fucking his mouth.

He hadn’t forgotten that Kurama was still a guy. Hell, he wasn’t stupid. He had copped a feel just to make sure there hadn’t been some mysterious changes going on that a couple of Kurama’s kisses had completely knocked out of his head. Though it was kinda difficult not to figure his friend hadn’t changed considering that fucking hard piece of meat pressing into his hip.

But all that shit? It kinda faded into the background. It didn’t seem so important when Kurama was kissing him and making him feel so fucking good.

Yuusuke shuddered, sucking down great quantities of air as Kurama’s lips meandered to his neck. He wanted that mouth back on his, their tongues tangling and wrapping slick and wet around each other. His wish was granted as Kurama’s lips returned. The touch was soft and wet and warm and...oh, shit, could he kiss.

Then the hands were brought into play, rediscovering Yuusuke’s chest.

Or rather, his nipples.

A finger swiped over his nipple, pinching and tugging it to a point. He groaned, gasping his delight at the electrifying touch. He felt the curve of the kitsune’s smile against his mouth and briefly thought about getting pissed. Another tug on his nipple wiped that thought out of his head. Instinctively he arched, offering more of himself to the kitsune.

With great alacrity Kurama accepted his offer.

Yuusuke’s hissed, his hands burrowing into tumbled, silken locks as wet, sleek heat enveloped the straining nub. Breathless sighs spilled from his lips as the sound of suckling filled the air. Arching sinuously, Yuusuke tugged Kurama’s mouth harder to the wet, pulsing point. A tiny keening noise escaped him at the sensual assault wracked his frame as tongue then teeth came into play on the sensitive, straining nub.

He writhed slowly upon the bed, his mind growing ever more fogged under the erotic foreplay.

Kurama kept both head and mouth bent to the task at hand. Not that it was a chore.

On the contrary.

To see that utterly blissed out expression on Yuusuke’s face made him determined to see more of that expression before he sank deep into his friend’s virginal body. The thought of all that heat and power arching under him nearly made the blood surge heavily in his veins.

Unconsciously his teeth sank a little deeper into the nub of flesh. The tiny, helpless cry from Yuusuke recalled him to the moment at hand. Apologetically, he laved the tortured peak. Though from the way Yuusuke had bucked under him—arching upwards with a mewling cry—the bite of pain clearly wasn’t unwelcomed.

Still, he had to remain in control. The only way through this—of exercising the drug—was to force Yuusuke over the edge. Force him to open the door to his deeper toushin instincts.

The very same ones he had so determinedly locked away.

When Yuusuke had made the decision to remain in the human world, he had suppressed and sealed well over half his yokai energy. Hokushin had explained that Yuusuke’s energies MUST burn clean or the poison would never leave. Only by burning clean would the drug be burned away.

He knew would have a protracted battle on his hands. Yuusuke thought, as many typical macho males did, that penetration from another man somehow made them less than a man.

He was, as he often and loudly declaimed, nobody’s bitch. He was the alpha dog and in his eyes, the alpha dog sure as hell did not get fucked up the ass.

And being as how Yuusuke had somehow suppressed the majority of his yokai instincts, it was going to be difficult to reawaken such instincts from dormancy.

Yuusuke liked to boast about his sexual prowess, only Kurama knew such boasting wasn't entirely…accurate.  With the exception of a couple of random yokai females Kurama had subtly direct Yuusuke’s way and later on, Keiko, the rest of Yuusuke's experience was brought to him by his own right hand.  And, of course, the porn he had stashed under his bed that he thought was so cleverly concealed.    
 
Yuusuke came on too strong and was too focused.  In the Makai, that type of behavior would have been desirable and happily encouraged. It was a form of a compliment in the Makai. Unfortunately, in the human world such focused attention backfired spectacularly. 
 
While initially attracted to Yuusuke's strength and brooding masculinity, a human female became inexplicably frightened and hastily made excuses to leave when Yuusuke turned his attention fully upon them. 
 
Right now, Kurama had no problem becoming the focus of Yuusuke's intensity...in fact, he was actively striving to turn all of Yuusuke's attention to him. 
 
That being said, and feeling Yuusuke shuddering moan, Kurama bent his efforts to pulling more of that sound from Yuusuke.  He discovered he quite liked hearing that particular sound spilling from Yuusuke's lips.  Idly he wondered what other types of sounds he could pull from the man writhing against him.
 
He rolled over on his back and pulled Yuusuke over him.  He watched with narrowed, darkened eyes as the toushin initially froze at the new position.  Shifting slightly, he almost felt Yuusuke’s uncertainty flare as the toushin’s legs fell to either side of his hips. Almost casually he allowed his hand to trail down Yuusuke's back.  Eyes never wavering from the widening lust blown eyes above, his hand moved in a ghostly caress to the round, golden buttocks...and the moist cleft in between.
 
The shocked look in Yuusuke's eyes would live forever in his mind.
 
He smiled, and pulled Yuusuke's mouth down to his. An almost whine escaped Yuusuke when a hand pressed against his lower back, pushing him into Kurama’s groin. The resulting friction made Kurama moan into the kiss as Yuusuke unconsciously began rolling his hips.

It made Kurama thankful that he had cheated and swallowed a seed that would allow him to delay his orgasm. Though he darkly suspected, especially if Yuusuke kept moving like he was, he should have swallowed a couple more.

Still, he fed at the rich, succulent lips. They were swollen to passionate fullness, a look he thought looked beautiful on Yuusuke.

His hands were not idle by a long shot even as he wrung shuddering moans from the toushin. The master of misdirection, while he supped from Yuusuke’s lips, one hand trailed up and down Yuusuke’s flank. The other hand stole between the toushin’s clenching cheeks to toy with the rosy circlet guarding Yuusuke’s entrance.

Barely detectable, a pulse of faint blue light flared from Yuusuke’s body.

Kurama searched his hair for a specific seed.  Unerringly finding what he sought, he brought it forth into the light.  Placing it next to him on the bed, and with a small application of his energy, a leaf unfurled then elongated into a stalk. 
 
A purple bud formed. It grew larger. It hung low under its own weight.  Under his command, it reached maturity in little under fifteen seconds and from its almost pursed mouth, a wet droplet formed at it tip.

It glistened in the low light.
 
Withdrawing his hand from its delectable task of fondling Yuusuke’s backside, Kurama blindly felt for the plant.  Blindly because feasting off Yuusuke's too tempting lips was far too good even to momentarily stop.  At last locating the plant, he tickled his fingers against the blossom, encouraging it to spill its precious cargo.   
 
A viscous fluid spilled onto his fingers…coating them with a thick, glistening substance.
 
Fingers now slick and drenched, he returned to the inviting heat between Yuusuke's buttocks.
 
Drawing back from Yuusuke's lips, he watched with narrowed eyes as a wet and slick finger made contact with the tiny, clenched hole. He held Yuusuke’s shocked, aroused eyes as he slicked the fluid around the outer rim of the crinkled flesh.

His touch, light and shockingly erotic—persuasive to tight muscles.

Yuusuke’s eyes fluttered close, his brows contracting at the burning sensation in his ass when Kurama’s finger slipped inside. Instinctively he clenched his muscles. Bracing his hands on Kurama’s chest, he kept his eyes closed and simply panted. He swallowed hard as the burning made way for a strangely pleasurable sensation.

Tentatively Yuusuke wiggled. He felt Kurama’s finger burrow deeper, stroking delicate muscles, adding to the surrealism.

Feeling the increased movement, he whimpered, eyes flying open as he stared down into hooded, lust darkened green eyes.

Then Kurama touched…something. Yuusuke shouted in surprise, eyes blanking as his hips jolted forward then back, impaling him further upon the invading digit. Lightening ran through his entire body. His vision darkened as fingers, having found that spot, ruthless set about making him buck helplessly.

Senseless sounds spilled unnoticed from Yuusuke’s lips with each deliberate caress over that hidden spot. Unconsciously his hips danced, writhed to Kurama command.

His breath escaped him in a low whine when a second finger speared him and began stroking that spongy nub in his ass. His panting moans and resulting cries grew louder, desperate with need. His cock was hard, bobbing with each flex of his trim hips.

Staring at nothing, his attention was drawn inward on the feeling of the fingers filling his ass. Though it had initially burned, that feeling was quickly overtaken by pleasure.
 
The hoarse cry and way Yuusuke buried his face into his nape made Kurama smile darkly.  He made several passes inside the hot, clenching channel.  He gritted his teeth as Yuusuke’s writhing created such delicious friction on his own trapped organ. 
 
"I knew you would be tight..." he whispered lewdly into the ear nearest his mouth, knowing the words would act as a spur to Yuusuke's libido.  He was proven correct when slim hips rocked, taking more of his fingers.  "You'll gripe my cock like the finest of gloves, won't you, little kit?" 
 
Face hidden, Yuusuke bit his lip to keep the treacherous moans of pleasure from being voiced. 
Rationally he knew that since there were so many gay dudes out there, they had to find something worthwhile in getting ass fucked...however, it really wasn’t something he saw in his particular future.  

That is, being the one taking a cock up the ass—or to be fair, being the one to fuck some dude's ass for that matter. But here he was, with Kurama of all people, finger-fucking his ass.  And, worse of all...?  It felt so fucking good!  He stiffened slightly, panting through the sting as a third finger was added.  He couldn’t stop the low groan at the incredible fullness in his ass. He panted, riding out the burn.

First the burn then the pleasure.

He gasped as once again their positions shifted and he was staring up into Kurama's near black eyes.   He never felt so…exposed in his life. He shivered, feeling that dark gaze focused exclusively on him.  While a part of him was thrilled and preened at being the focus of that stark, unrelenting stare another part of him wanted to run away and hide. 
 
"Spread your legs for me..."
 
Closing his eyes, he swallowed hard.  Instantly the fingers were gone.  His eyes snapped open, a protest on his lips.  "You will keep your eyes open," Kurama bit out in a low growl. It was a sound more akin to his yokai side than a human.   "You will not hide from me...from this..."
 
Face red as a tomato, Yuusuke complied and spread his legs as well.  His reward was the approving smile as well as the fingers that slid back into his ass. Lashes fluttering, Yuusuke fought to keep his eyes open on the kitsune as his body was torturously teased and stroked.  Gasping moans, he bored down, willingly impaling himself. Red-face and gasping, he raised and lowered his hips, fucking his own self on the kitsune’s motionless digits with increasing force.

Through ringing ears, he heard the husky chuckle from above.  Through blurry eyes, he tried to glare up at Kurama but a scrape of a nail across his prostate stole his voice. Wrapping his arms around Kurama's neck, he held on for dear life.  He felt his balls tingling, lightening racing up his spine. 
 
Moaning and breathe ragged, he ground down on those supple digits.   Surging upwards, he pulled Kurama down to his hungry lips.  A hand gripping his cock at the base brought all those lovely intense feeling to an abrupt halt. It drew a despairing groan from his lips.
 
"Mmm, did you really think I would allow you to come like that?"  Kurama crooned seductively. He nipped lightly at Yuusuke's pouting bottom lip.   "For such a beautiful little slut like you, the only way you're coming is when I’m buried inside your sweet ass. I want to feel your tight, pretty hole milking my cock for every last ounce of cum."
 
"God...." Yuusuke whimpered, his eyes rolling as the titillating words playing in his mind.  He could almost see himself taking Kurama’s cock deep inside.  At that thought, his ass spasm wildly around the fingers buried in his ass.

Again Kurama chuckled, though the sound had a strained husky note.  Yuusuke’s ass was so deliciously tight, he could barely move his fingers. He could only imagine how it would feel when he was inside that sweet, honey hole. That thought spurring him on, Kurama was hasty in removing his fingers. Lining up his cock with Yuusuke anxiously spasming entrance, he waited until he had Yuusuke’s full attention then pressed inward.

The look in Yuusuke’s eyes would forever live in his mind.

Yuusuke, having seen Kurama naked, felt there was no fucking way THAT was going to fit. He had been of mind to inform Kurama of that salient fact when he felt the wide, flared head of Kurama’s cock at his entrance.

Then, with steady, unrelenting pressure, it began pushing its way inside…burrowing deeper and deeper into his ass, deeper until Kurama bottomed out. He could feel silky hair tickling his upturned ass.

He could swear he could feel the pulse of blood from that engorged, thick intruder. He held still, almost holding his breath as tissues and muscles slowly softened.

There was a cock up his ass. His legs were lewdly splayed. Kurama was poised between them.

His cheeks burned…and still Kurama’s cock pulsed hot and hard inside him, throbbing.

Without him being aware of it, inner muscles shifted. There was a subtle adjustment as they tightened around the thick rod. A familiar heat, a warmth suffused his skin and heated his blood. His eyes widened. He fought the impulse to spread his legs even wider, arch his hips and ass as if to draw the cock deeper.

He made a tiny, helpless movement, and Kurama moaned, shoving that much further inside.

Both cried out at the near indescribable feeling of being connected in such an intimate way.  Yuusuke buried his face in Kurama's shoulder, unable to face his friend's penetrating gaze any longer.  Mind whirling in confusion, and beset by torrential waves of pleasure that coursed unceasingly through his body, he took the coward's way out and hid.
 
"No, my sweet kit, there will be no hiding," Kurama said in an understanding, husky whisper.  His hips flexed, withdrawing his rigid shaft from the warm interior despites Yuusuke's unconscious attempt to retain his cock.  Then with one powerful thrust that seated him to the hilt and made Yuusuke fling his head back with a yowl of ecstasy, he set up a pounding rhythm.  One blink and Yuusuke was snared by the fiercely aroused green eyes that met his directly.  
 
Shifting slightly, Kurama braced himself with one hand then hoisted one of Yuusuke's legs around his waist.  Quickly getting the picture, Yuusuke wrapped the other leg around the kitsune's waist, his heel resting just under Kurama’s flexing ass. Instinctively he tightened the clasp of his legs.  Both moaned as this action pressed Kurama deeper. 
 
Releasing Yuusuke from the grip of his stare, Kurama dipped his head.  For far too long, the flat copper disks of Yuusuke's nipples had been calling to him.  Never ceasing his thrusts into Yuusuke’s inviting depths, he ran his tongue over one perky nipple. He was instantly charmed by the instant response as it stood at rapt attention.   

Attention he was not loath to give. Drawing the perk point into the warmth of his mouth, he suckled ravenously at the tasty morsel of flesh. When it finally stood red and wet under his lips, only then did he move to its needy twin and love it to equal hardness. Never one to play favorites, with nimble fingers he kept the other tense and straining.

Yuusuke gave into the hot arousal that surged through is blood. His balls ached as his cock impossibly hardened even more. Thick and engorged, it twitched in response to the unfamiliar fullness of the cock in his ass.

His breath shuddered out in a sigh. Inner muscles rippled around Kurama, caressing the turgid shaft.

Again Kurama advanced and retreated until Yuusuke caught the rhythm. Hips thrust upwards as Kurama delved back into the snug sheath. Yuusuke’s breath caught on a shudder. The smack of flesh on flesh, Kurama’s balls slapping against his ass was shockingly loud. It was a stark reminder of his position beneath his friend.

His mind roiled with memories, thoughts of pride and arrogance, fear and desire, all brought down to this, to the steady thrust and grind of a hard cock filling his ass, of the hot breath against his neck. He wanted to scream his denial, cry with the shame of what he was doing…but at the same time, his body was reacting, adjusting.

Submitting.

Memories of Kurama rushed through his mind. The envious admiration and half-hearted irritation at his friend’s superior fighting skills and intelligence. The serenity that the red-head faced life as well as the cool composure and poise that Kurama showed no matter the circumstances.

It was what had initially caught his attention…and held it all these years.

So many conflicted emotions swirled in his mind, filled his head even as the powerful shaft filled him, driving deeper into his needy body. Each powerful thrust rocked him, made him hungry for more. His dick was being rubbed with delicious friction between their sweaty stomachs.

The crackling, blissful feeling of aching fullness threatened to dissolve the last piece of self, that identity that he had fought so fiercely to earn. He cried out, his head flung back as he writhed on the spike of agonizing ecstasy. He heard a low husky laugh and wanted to spit curses. But Kurama, now that he knew where it was, angled into Yuusuke’s ass and hit that spot dead on.

That it was a man taking him, shoving a fat cock into his ass didn’t quite trouble him. All he wanted was to experience this again and again…with Kurama. Yuusuke’s cock grew harder, weeping pre-cum as his body reacted to the rhythm of this very different aspect of sexual pleasure. Moaning and more aroused than he had ever been, he shuddered and arched beneath the steady thrusts, no longer able to fight the passion clouding his mind.

The cock plunging deep in his ass no longer burned. It pleasured him to an extent he had never felt before. He was caught up in its dark, carnal rhythm. Somehow he knew…his body knew this act, understood it at a deeper level than his conscious brain. An intimate bonding between males of his kind.

A hand grasped his swollen cock. Gasping, he looked down his belly. A deceptively slender hand fondled him, stroking him in counterpoint of the deep, stabbing penetration. He shuddered. A finger strayed, delicately gliding across his stretched flesh. “Fuck…” he choked out, striving to take Kurama just that bit deeper.

“Now you’re getting the picture,” Kurama rasped out. His hips flexed, withdrawing until just the head remained. Then he began the long, achingly slow glide back in. The tiny, mewling cries from Yuusuke were getting louder. Encouraged, he set up a staccato rhythm. Yuusuke’s breathless, spiraling cries swelled louder, filling the room.

Yuusuke felt his balls begin to contract. A hand squeezed his balls, just this short of pain. Hands tugged at his shoulders even as his legs slide down, resting over the kitsune’s arms.

Kurama shifted.

Yuusuke now straddled the kitsune. Yuusuke’s eyes widened, he froze. Uncertainly he braced his hands on the surprisingly well-developed chest belong. Hands gripped his hips, raising him up until the wide flared head caught on the thin ring of muscle. Then gravity took over and sent Yuusuke crashing back down.

“Omigod….” His eyes rolled back at the amazingly sensation that raced up his spine. He thought he would black out, it was so intense. He swallowed hard, and meeting Kurama’s aroused emerald stare, he lifted himself up and slammed back down again. He let out a happy purring sound of relief and torture. Groaning, he lifted and lowered himself on the thick shaft. The friction within was fucking amazing. His head dropped back on his shoulders, he stared unseeing upwards as he angled to hit that special spot that made his belly heat. “God, this is good,” he slurred, nearly drunk with pleasure.

It got even more intense when Kurama took his cock in hand. Slick warmth encased him. His eyes fluttered and he began moving faster, feeling the burn in his thighs.

Kurama let him ride for a couple minutes before taking over. Shifting his legs, it immediately changed the fucking. A small scream left Yuusuke when Kurama, his feet braced on the bed, rammed upward.

“Oh, fuck! Do it again,” Yuusuke demanded when he caught his breath.

Kurama was only too happy to comply. Yuusuke could only hold on tightly, as a pair of long-fingered hands settled on his hips, steadying him before Kurama surged upwards again. He collapsed on Kurama’s chest, open-mouth excited cries spilling from his lips with each up-thrusting movement of deceptively powerfully hips into his ass. Wrapping a hand around Kurama’s shoulders, he worked his other hand between their bodies, searching for his neglected cock. Found, he matched the rhythm of the yokai fucking into him.

He was very much aware that this position left him absolutely vulnerable to the cock driving upwards into his body. But the hands clasping his hips with bruising strength—that he knew he would leave marks—made him not give a damn.

A secret part of him gloried at the thought of being marked by Kurama.

He was hardly aware of the senseless pleas falling from his lips. “Oh…! Oh, God! Harder, you fucker! Please….! Oh! Oh, FUCK!”

Face taut with the strain need, Kurama pummeled Yuusuke’s ass. “God, you’re a tight little fuck,” he muttered as he yanked Yuusuke downwards onto his rigid shaft. Yuusuke howled, writhing like he was on fire. And indeed he was.

He clawed at Kurama’s sweaty chest, leaving thin lines that welled with blood. He seemed to freeze momentarily, then with a wild cry he slammed his hips down, impaling himself on the thick organ fucking into him.

He convulsed wildly above Kurama. Ropes of pearls spurted from his angry red cock with every pump of Kurama hand. Again and again he spasm, writhing as his orgasm ripped through him. Finally he slumped over the kitsune, minute aftershocks setting his satiated body to intermittent twitches.

Kurama was still hard.

Almost impatiently he pushed Yuusuke off him. Rolling the limp, sated form downward, he immediately took up a position behind Yuusuke and spread the round, muscled cheeks. For a minute he stared mesmerize at the wet, gaping entrance. It seemed to wink at him.

Kurama licked his lips. The smell of their co-mingled essences ghosted over his tongue. Later, he promised himself.

His twitching shaft recalled him to the moment at hand. Lining himself up, he slotted back into the steamy interior and sought his own release. Ruthlessly he pounded into Yuusuke welcoming depth. The wet, clenching of anterior muscles drew him ever deeper.

Tightening his grip on Yuusuke’s hips, Kurama’s hips snapped in a vicious rhythm that drew short, breathy cries from Yuusuke. Sweat dripped down Kurama’s face, stinging his eyes as he hammered ceaselessly into Yuusuke. Eyes fixed on a smooth, tanned shoulder, Kurama felt his gums itch. Working his jaw and swiping his tongue over his teeth, he was distantly disturbed to feel sharp dental definition.

The outer edges of his vision seemed to darken, leaving only one thing sharply outlined—the smooth, bare flesh of Yuusuke’s shoulder. It took nearly everything in him not to sink his teeth in Yuusuke’s flesh and tear a bloody strip out.

Feeling that familiar tingle begin in his balls, Kurama’s grip tightened. He hesitated slightly before he drove one final time into Yuusuke’s spasming core. With a hoarse shout, he emptied himself into the hot, milking channel.

Yuusuke felt the hard pulses of the kitsune’s release flood his insides. Coating him from within. Unconsciously he sighed, arching his back to take everything Kurama had. It triggered a second release in him. Even as he felt himself cumming for the second time, Yuusuke felt the encroaching darkness of unconsciousness.

Even though unconscious, his body continued rhythmically clenching around the kitsune, greedily milking the last remnants of seed from the kitsune.

Body sluggish after the marathon of sexual excesses, Kurama eased them both onto their sides with a sigh of utter exhaustion. Though he was still burrowed in Yuusuke’s ass, he felt strangely reluctant to leave. With great care he felt around and wearily worked the towels from under them. Hopefully the bed would dry underneath. If not, he was way too tired to do anything about it. Thankfully the bed was dry. He snagged the blanket and settled it over them.

Feeling himself softening, he wiggled closer in a vain attempt to remain a part of Yuusuke’s body.

His breath finally eased and slowed. He could feel the slow, even inhalations from Yuusuke that singled an exhausted sleep. He waited from the guilt to come, but felt nothing other than fierce, territorial satisfaction. It worried him.

There was also the fact that he was strangely reluctant to extract himself from Yuusuke’s body. Likewise, the urge he had felt to bite Yuusuke, mark the toushin as his own had come out of the blue. It was something so profoundly primal, it actually scared him. It was more akin to his yokai side than his human. For the first time, he wondered just how much of his humanity was in control of his conscious decisions.


 

They woke several hours later.

Yuusuke was already arching, grinding against the thick, hard shaft that pressed against him. He merely moaned hungrily as his outer leg was lifted and a fat cock was thrust into his still loosen entrance. Instinctively he turned his head to meet the descending lips. His groans as his ass was repeatedly filled were eagerly swallowed by Kurama.

They fucked long into the night.

By morning, Kurama felt they had a small window of opportunity to shift themselves somewhere protected.

He contacted Koenma and asked the godling to open a portal to the Makai.

Koenma went one better. He managed to get the portal as close to the toushin homeland as possible. Hokushin was already waiting with a contingent of fierce, bristling toushins. They hustled both Yuusuke and Kurama to safety. Once safe and secured, Kurama returned his attention back to Yuusuke.

And over the next three days, he labored to excise the drug from Yuusuke.

Not that he found it an overwhelmingly difficult task. However, he prayed that this would not strain their friendship to the breaking point.