...And Now, For Something Completely Different

Jonathan gasped as he looked for the next page. A chuckle caused him to look across to the other couch. “Where is the rest of it?” he demanded of the brunette.

“Here,” she laughed and tapped her notebook. “So, did you like it?”

Jonathan shifted uncomfortably, trying to adjust his clothing over the proof of how much he enjoyed what he’d read. Suzanne laughed aloud when he demanded, “Let me read it, you evil little bitch!”

“You told me my handwriting was illegible!”

“Fuck, woman! I want to know what happens!”

Her laughter taking on a darker, deeper tone, Suzanne stood and stalked over to her lover, “I write yaoi, slash, smut…what do you think happens?” She leaned over him, placing her hands on the back of the couch. Her eyes were dancing with mirth and dark with desire.

“I want to read more,” he pouted, meeting her gaze and returning its intensity.

“And here I thought you wanted to do more than read…” she made a move to walk away, only to be stopped when he pulled her into his lap.

“I do. And, since I can’t read your handwriting, you’ll just have to show me what happens next, you fucking tease.” He kissed her viciously, claiming her mouth as his property with his tongue. When the need for oxygen outweighed his need to mark his territory, he pulled back.

“I can’t show you what happens next,” Suzanne gasped out.

“And why not?” he demanded.

“I kinda lack certain….equipment. And I’d have to take Kurama’s part since you don’t know what’s happening.” Her flushed cheeks some how managed to support a blush.

Jonathan shifted their bodies on the couch, pinning her beneath him. “Then, I guess we’ll have to improvise. And I want to be Kurama.”

Suzanne laughed and thrust her hips against him, “Does that mean I get to call you ‘baka kitsune’?”

“It means I get to call you a ‘good boy’ or ‘bad boy’, depending on how you behave, Yusuke.” He grinned at her surprise. “Now, I know why you like me so much, you little pervert. It’s because of my hair color!”

~*~*~

Brown eyes drifted closed as they reached the end of the page. He’d managed to meet his lover’s challenge. Gentle nips and kisses continued to rain down on his back as he let his head fall forward. Sighing, “You’re evil, you know,” he informed the other on his back.

Green eyes looked up from the strong back, “Really? Did you like it?” His tongue traced the other’s spine from mid back to neck as he slid his body to cover his lover’s back.

Stretching an arm overhead to drop the papers over the foot of the bed, “You made us cartoo…anime,” he corrected quickly when his lover pinched him, “characters, and stopped in the worst possible places.”

Chuckling, “Worst possible places?”

“Yes, baka kitsune, worst possible places…in the middle of a sentence, even. Can you get any more sadistic?”

Kurama laughed, “Yes, but I prefer that you’re here for that.”

Yusuke stretched his other arm over his head, “Why did you write that, anyways?”

“I was lonely,” the red head pouted, “and I missed you. And it was last night. My mother was home and I couldn’t see you. I was horny”

The brown haired detective laughed, “When aren’t you horny? I think that’s a permanent condition with you.” Even though they had made love just before the kitsune asked him to read the little story, he could feel the kitsune’s erection pressing against his ass, already hard from the teasing he’d been doing, trying to distract the tantei from the story.

“At least I gave you a break,” came the sullen retort.

“Break? Reading something like that while you tried to distract me? What kind of break is that?” Yusuke bucked his hips up, allowing his erection to rest more comfortably against the bed.

The sneaky kitsune slid his hand in the open space before the tantei’s hips came to rest on the bed again. “Well, you enjoyed it,” he smirked.

Yusuke thrust his hips against the soft hand, “Hell, yeah.” His eyes closed again as the kitsune wrapped his fingers around his shaft and he continued to thrust. Gentle kisses and licks just behind his ear drew out a wanton groan.

“Is this how you want it?” the red head asked, trying to sound neglected as the boy’s ass caressed his erection.

Yusuke stilled his motions, biting back a moan, smiling as the kitsune failed to conceal his disappointment. “We could always act out the part you didn’t write,” he suggested.

“You don’t even know what I was going to do next,” Kurama pointed out.

“Well, I do know your mouth was going to be playing with my dick. What more do I need to know?” The detective twisted his upper body in an attempt to meet his lover’s eyes.

Kurama moved obligingly, green eyes meeting brown, “I wasn’t finished with the scene.”

“Oh, really?” the brunette inquired, grinning. “Sounds like fun.” He continued to roll over so that he was now resting on his back, Kurama shifting his weight to allow the movement. “What else were you going to do?”

The kitsune straddled the boy’s shins. “Make you sob and beg for me to let you cum,” he answered, challenge and threat in his voice.

A shiver coursed through the tantei’s body, “I don’t think you can do it. I mean, I got through your story with you trying to distract me.”

“I wasn’t trying that hard. I wanted you to read it, actually, so that we could act out the ending.”

“I have a question, though. Why’d you make me a girl in the frame?”

Kurama laughed, “Because I wanted to be on top.” He bent over so his upper body was resting on Yusuke’s legs, his head supported over the tantei’s throbbing erection. He could see lust and desire glazing the brown eyes that continued to meet his.

“But, she could have been the red head. You did make her the writer, after all.” He was having trouble concentrating on the conversation with the kitsune’s breath teasing his shaft with every exhalation. “You saying you want me to write something?”

A sigh, “No.” Green eyes twinkled as Yusuke’s hips twitched upwards with escape of air. Sighing again, “I want you to be a good boy.” Licking his lips, “Do you think you can be good, Yusuke?”

Brown eyes sparkled with pretend consideration and actual mischief. “If it suits me to be good.”

“Remember, bad boys are left hanging,” the red head threatened.

“I don’t need you to get off, baka kitsune,” the boy spat out defiantly.

“You do if I tie your arms down to the bed.”

“You wouldn’t, bastard!”

“Care to bet on that?” Kurama pushed himself away from the boy’s legs, reaching behind him to the bedside table. Hidden with in its drawer were two pairs of handcuffs, and the detective knew that, having been in them on several occasions before.

Yusuke considered his answer a moment, watching the red head’s hand travel in slow motion. He’d come to enjoy bondage play since his lover had introduced it to him, not too dissimilar from what he’d just read, actually. Was he really in the mood to be teased, tormented? Smirking, “Fuck off, you couldn’t tie me down if you tried!”

A malicious smile graced the kitsune’s lips as he exerted his ki on the seeds he’d hidden in the bed while his lover was reading, hoping for that answer. In less than the blink of an eye, Yusuke was very effectively pinned to the bed, his face and erection the only parts of his body not covered in greenery or the red head. “I couldn’t?” he mocked.

“Bastard! Since when do you keep seeds in your fucking bed?” Yusuke struggled and the plant tightened around him until he stopped. “Fucker!”

“I started when you started reading,” the red head answered calmly. “Now, are you going to be a good boy and apologize for saying such mean things?”

“You fucking planned this? You oversexed kitsune! FUCK!” the last being in response to the red head slapping his over sensitized shaft.

“Apologize!”

“No, you sick sadi…FUCK!” again, he was on the wrong end of a slap. The red head merely glared at him, daring him, demanding he bend. “You…” his voice trailed off as the kitsune’s hand raised in warning. Brown eyes locked with green in a silent battle of wills. Deciding to up the stakes, Kurama made a move to leave the bed, “No!” the tantei broke, “I’m sorry! Please don’t leave me!”

Kurama covered the shaking boy’s body with his own, kissing his cheeks. “Good boy,” he murmured, kissing the tantei’s lips chastely, “was that so hard?” He met the detective’s eyes, recognizing the signs that the boy was surrendering his body. He slid his body downwards, again coming to rest on the tantei’s legs, his face hovering over the proof of the boy’s masculinity. Deliberately breathing more heavily than needed, “Are you going to be good, Yusuke?”

“Yes,” the boy whimpered, “I’ll be good, please….” his voice again trailing off, this time to a gasp as the kitsune’s tongue traced a path from the base of his shaft. Groaning, he closed his eyes, fully surrendering to the erotic touch.

Kurama looked into his lover’s relaxed face, smiling as the trust he’d earned from his one time enemy. Even when they were enemies, he mused, Yusuke showed him trust, instinctively believing him worthy. Kurama wanted to be worthy of this trust. Forcing his thoughts away from deeper subjects, he focused on his growing desire to take the shaft under his nose in deeply. Wrapping his lips tightly just below the head of the shaft, he allowed his tongue to dance over the engorged flesh, teasing the dripping slit, tasting the boy’s precum and drawing more out with gentle suction. He watched with satisfaction as Yusuke tried to thrust his more deeply into the warm cavern of his mouth, tried to move his hands to pull his head down, both to no avail.

“Please,” the boy sobbed, frustration and need causing his voice to break, a whimpering plea for more contact.

Kurama teased the boy’s head a bit longer before taking the whole of the shaft into his throat. Yusuke’s voice rose in an undulating cry of sated need as the kitsune’s tongue fluttered along his erection. Kurama began sliding along the shaft at a pace that he knew would quickly bring the tantei to climax, carefully watching the boy’s body. When the familiar tension became apparent, the red head released the detective’s shaft.

“Kurama!” Yusuke cried, frustrated. A stroke or two more, and he would have had his release. His body trembled in unsatisfied need. “Please, Kurama, please…”

Kurama watched the dark haired boy, waiting for the strongest of the shuddering to stop before he moved again. This time, he took one testicle into his mouth, sucking gently and humming around the gem as he fondled it with his tongue. When the tantei’s whimpers became moans of pleasure, he released the treasure. Again, Yusuke begged for more, and after a moment or two, Kurama obliged, repeating the same ministrations to the twin.

It was almost more than he could bear when the kitsune backed away from his groin. The fox knew exactly how to bring him to the edge and keep him there, not pushing him over and not giving him enough time to retreat. He opened his eyes to see lust darkened green eyes watching him. “I need you, ‘rama,” he begged shamelessly.

This seemed to be what the red head wanted to hear, the plants retreating from his body, sensually tracing paths as they did so. “On your knees, Yusuke,” he ordered, picking up the bottle of lube from off the bedside table.

The dark haired boy moved to comply, bending over more than needed to steal a kiss as he did. He knew this action would bring punishment because he’d not been given permission. He was not disappointed as the kistune’s hand made contact sharply where his ass and thigh joined. After a moment, during which he held his breath, anticipating, he felt the warm wetness of the fox’s tongue soothing away the hurt. His eyes drifted closed, and stayed that way when Kurama stopped, leaving him hanging for an eternity. Just as he was about to beg for contact, he felt the red head’s shaft pressing against his opening, entering smoothly, fully, filling him completely. He let out a long, satisfied moan, gasping when his ass was slapped. “Silent!” the kitsune ordered, stroking the abused flesh gently as he moved within the detective, his pace just fast enough to drive the tantei to the brink, but not fast enough to push him over.

“Fuck, Kura….” his voice snagged as his other cheek was smacked.

“I said be silent, unless you want me to stop and tie you down for the rest of the night while you watch me masturbate.”

Yusuke bit his tongue, knowing the kitsune would follow through with his threat, having tempted him before. That had been a long night. The feel of his prostate being brushed against brought his thoughts back to the present and he just barely managed to bite back his groan. He was, by nature, a very vocal person in bed. To be silent was one of the most difficult things the red head ever demanded of him, and, thus far, he’d always failed to meet the challenge. He gasped, hoping the escaping breath would not be considered sound, as his sweet spot was again stimulated. He couldn’t take much more, not without going over the brink of sanity. He arched his back, his head hanging between his arms, surrendering to the kitsune fully.

Kurama watched his lover submit to him, feeling a surge of desire and need flood his body. Taking pity on the boy, he reached around his waist to stroke his erection, increasing his tempo to bring them both fulfillment quickly. The tantei panted, almost, but not quite, not making a noise. He was a lot closer to being silent than he had been before, Kurama noted in the small part of his brain that was not concentrated in his erection. Green eyes drifted closed as the detective’s body tightened, drawing tight before it exploded in passion. The kitsune followed his lover over the brink as they climaxed, Yusuke actually remaining mostly silent as the fox groaned aloud.

Yusuke felt his body fall forward and could do nothing to stop himself. He landed face down, his hands under his shoulders, panting, sated. He shoved against the mattress, dragging his head to look at the red head. Kurama was kneeling between his legs, a dazed expression on his face. Yusuke managed to get one of his legs to cooperate enough to twitch against the kitsune’s thigh. Green eyes hazily met his. “Speak,” he muttered.

“I love you, and you should share your stories more often,” Yusuke panted out.

Kurama smiled, “I have a really nice one, if you don’t mind reading about yourself with Hiei.”

Yusuke raised an eyebrow, “You fantasize about me and the koorime?”

The green eyes sparkled with renewed mischief, “Among others…”

“Perverted kitsune!”


A/N I'm actually a little surpised I didn't have *more* people yelling at me....*sigh*...Oh, wells...I got yelled at a lot on the bbs I posted this to....and threatened....with lack of breathing if breathing became an issue that prevented writing...*eep!* Hope this was worth all the teasing...as promised...a second frame (and I was so tempted to write it as Hiei and Koenma for a good portion of yesterday!). And, yes, my next story will be Hiei and Yusuke...it'll be the first time I'll write a lemon without the fox present...too bad I already used this title....lol And why that pairing...I was promised pictures from Truth Dice or Dare if I wrote it...motivation enough, ne? lol I admit to being a feedback whore...if writing Hiei/Yusuke gets me porn picutres...I'll do it ;) Anyways...on to reviews:

kit-kit: Does this make you happy? lol
Kogas Hentai Luver: Anything to inspire you...as I just admited...*blush* If I can inspire you, I'll definately write more!...and yes, I've been oficially declared evil...and in charge of corrupting the world. I have a job and a title to live up to! lol
Tendrilrake: Hope you didn't spill your chips ;)

*sigh* Only three reviewers *pout* Oh, wells...I actually started an arguement on the bbs...I guess that balances out the lack luster here ;) (I really do appreciate each and every one of you!!!!! Really truly!!! I just expected a little more with the way I left the last chapter...)

Until next time (even though I know what I'm going to do, I don't know how long it'll take), I remain insane ;)