A Different Version

A.N.: Alright, everyone! Here's chapter 4, dedicated to all my loyal reviewers.

And a correction, as I was half-asleep when I posted this, Koga is responsible for ALL of the Yus/Kur goodness at the end of the chapter. I didn't mean to take credit for even a little of someone else's work; it had been a long day for me at work, and I wasn't really awake when I wrote the author's note. Sorry for misleading you.


PART 4


“MASTER!” Kurama awoke with his title for Yusuke on his lips, the sound catching in his throat as it warred with a cry of pain, the cause originating from his lower back. That had been the first time since gaining a human body that he had allowed himself to lay with anyone else, and the first time, since Kuronue, he had bottomed for anyone. Again, he wished Yusuke had taken a little more time to prepare him, but by feeding a little of his energy to that area, the pain subsided. A quick glance around confirmed that he was no longer in the bathroom, but rather, he was lying on the bed they shared dressed in a pair of loose white pants and his favorite yellow tunic. He remembered, rather vividly, what had happened between the two of them, and was instantly furious. ‘How dare he…?’ There were no words for the rage coursing through him, though when Yusuke opened the door with a glass of water, his wrath became fear, and he watched with wide eyes as his Master came closer.

Puzzled, the Toushin placed the glass on the nightstand and tugged at his sloppily buttoned shirt, frowning when Kurama scooted away. He straightened then, reaching a hand out toward his slave. The fox kept moving until he was out of reach, making Yusuke growl.

“Kurama, what are you doing?”

“You raped me,” his voice was quiet, but as Yusuke had demonic hearing, he didn’t miss a word.

“Now, wait a second-”

“You raped me.” Those big green eyes burned into his, relaying the anger and fear his calm voice masked.

“How was that rape? You liked it. I liked it, and neither of us got hurt-”

“You made me defenseless and helpless against your will, and then you took me without my consent.” He slid off the bed as he spoke, trying to edge for the door and put a little distance between the two of them. “That is rape. I could only pray that you would not rip off a limb to enhance the experience with my blood.”

“Kurama!” Yusuke was shocked at what his slave said, and took a step towards him. The redhead squeaked and made to run but was halted when Yusuke used his demonic speed and pressed him to the door. Kurama struggled, trying to free his hands, which had been pinned to the wood next to his head. “Will you hold still for a moment?”

“Why, so you can rape me again?” The harsh words cut into the Toushin, causing his temper to rise.

“Well, if you’re going to moan like you did last time-” With startling strength, Kurama ripped one hand free and slapped Yusuke across the face. The Toushin didn’t even blink at the blow, but jerked when the fox screamed in pain. His free hand was smoking, filling the room with the scent of burning flesh.

“Kurama…” Yusuke released his hold, allowing the redhead to sink to his knees, clutching his hand and sobbing, tears streaking down his face. He knelt in front of him. “Hey, Kurama…”

“I’m sorry, Master. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again, I’m sorry.” He was babbling, but he didn’t care, the pain in his hand was too much.

Swallowing his confusion, the Toushin grasped Kurama’s wrist and pulled the hand close. The skin on his palm was charred, and slowly blackening before his eyes. The cuff around his wrist was hot to the touch, and the skin around the edges was turning red.

“Fuck.” Without so much as a ‘by-your-leave’, Yusuke gathered Kurama into his arms and managed to leave the bedroom without destroying the door. Once in the living room, the fox realized that there was someone else in the apartment. A young man with orange hair piled on top of his head, shoulders just as broad as Yusuke’s, and standing just four inches taller than the Demon Lord. The man rose from where he was sitting on the couch, worry written on his face as Yusuke crossed the room and offered the burnt hand for inspection. The fox was still crying.

“What’s wrong with him, Kuwabara?”

“How did he manage to do this?” Kuwabara’s voice was rough, but steady. Yusuke looked uncomfortable.

“We had an argument about what happened earlier today and I said something I probably shouldn’t have, and then he slapped me.”

The psychic stared at him for a moment before returning his attention to Kurama’s slender hand. After looking at it from several angles, the psychic sighed.

“It’s got something to do with that cuff around his wrist. I can see power coming off it and into his hand, making it burn. There’s also power going to his head; I think that’s what’s got him submissive most of the time.” Both of Kuwabara’s hands were wrapped around Kurama’s injured one, and began to glow faintly. The pain in his hand eased, but did not leave, nor did the burn heal.

“The cuffs do affect his mind, but only to a certain point. An extreme emotion, like fear or anger can temporarily give him back his free will. Eventually, if he wears them long enough, he will no longer have a free will, even after he is freed. You’ll want to forgive him soon, Urameshi. I can’t heal him until the magic in these cuffs is deactivated,” Kuwabara added.

Yusuke stared blankly at him for a few seconds then shook his head. “Oh, right. It’s okay, Kurama, you’re forgiven.” The cry of relief was near silent, and the hand began to rapidly heal before their eyes. “And I’m sorry I said… what I said earlier. I guess Koenma didn’t tell you I wasn’t human.”

A pair of wet green eyes looked up at him, puzzled. “What has that got to do with anything, Master?”

Startled, Yusuke sat on the only armchair in the apartment, keeping the fox in his arms so that he sat sideways on the Toushin’s lap.

“Kurama, I’m a demon. You’re a human. There are several differences between our ways of life.” The body in his arms went very still, the green eyes widening.

‘He doesn’t…’ a revelation hit the redhead. Koenma should have been able to tell that he was a kitsune in a human body, but apparently the merger was more complete than he thought. And if a God couldn’t tell he was a demon, then Koenma wouldn’t be able to tell Yusuke; every one of his Makai contacts said that the Toushin couldn’t sense an aura very well unless it was a battle aura. There was no way for him to pick up on a passive kitsune aura.

Yusuke thought Kurama was human, and had been acting accordingly. That also explained why he had been obviously gentle; Yusuke had had to hold himself back so as not to damage the redhead.

“Kurama?” The fox twitched when Yusuke spoke his name, pulling himself out of his thoughts and looking up at his Master. Concerned brown eyes gazed into his. “Koenma did tell you I was a demon, right?”

“Oh, yes he did, Master. But he said I had nothing to worry about, that you wouldn’t hurt me unless I deserved it.” Kurama’s voice turned bitter towards the end, making the Toushin flinch, and piquing Kuwabara’s curiosity.

“So hindsight is 20/20,” grumbled Yusuke before speaking louder. “Alright, I probably should have told you this before the bathroom, but I have a couple reasons for doing what I did. First and foremost, I’m a demon, and very impatient; there’s only so long I can wait until I need to have sex with the person I’m sharing my bed with.

“Secondly, I was raised as a prince of the Makai, meaning I got what I wanted, when I wanted it, and everyone was happy to give it to me. I keep forgetting that things are different here in the human world, and that you, having been raised with human ideals and morals would see things much differently than me.

“Thirdly;” and here he sighed knowing things were going to get complicated. “Thirdly, I’m planning a trip back to the Makai in a few days, and if you’re not drowning in my scent, then other demons are going to think they can do whatever they want with you. This will keep them off of you. Do you understand now?” Yusuke’s eyes pleaded with him to understand, and Kurama had to admit, he had forgotten a lot about demonic customs since he had gained his human body, such as what the Toushin had done to him in the bathroom. Had they been in the Makai, it would have been completely acceptable for Yusuke to take advantage of him like that, though he would have then been obligated to care for and protect Kurama from anyone and anything else. Although this situation usually only took place when both parties were willing, Kurama decided to look past that, as it now meant that the Toushin would destroy the world to keep him safe. The only advances he had to worry about would be coming from his Master, and in reviewing what had happened in the bathroom, he felt that it wouldn’t be so bad. A light blush stained his cheeks at the thought of doing that again.

“Yes, Master, I understand. Just-” he struggled with what he wanted to say. “Just, in the future, please warn me first. It is most uncomfortable to be weak like that.”

A snort from Kuwabara reminded the two of them that he was still there. Kurama turned his head to the psychic, his time with Shiori kicking in. “Thank you for healing my hand.”

“No problem. Although, I gotta ask you about something.”

The fox felt uncertain. He didn’t know who this person was, what he was capable of, or what his intentions were. The only thing he had to go on was the fact that Yusuke had allowed him into his home, and listened to what he had to say. “Sure.”

“Why does your aura have a part of Urameshi’s mixed in with it?” Kuwabara’s question reeked of innocence. From where he sat in Yusuke’s lap, Kurama couldn’t see his Master’s face, but he could feel the way he stiffened slightly.

“Wow, I didn’t think I came that hard,” the Toushin mused, staring off into space.

As he suppressed a groan, the redhead slapped one hand over his eyes, but couldn’t keep from wincing when Kuwabara howled.

“URAMESHI!!! What the hell is wrong with you?? I didn’t need to hear that!”

Yusuke snickered, then stage whispered to Kurama, “I forgot, Kuwabara’s straight as an arrow-”


“DAMN STRAIGHT!”

“-And he really doesn’t like to watch.” With that said the Toushin tilted the fox’s head up and captured his lips in a gentle, if deep, kiss. Kurama was vaguely aware of the human screaming a peculiar, girlish scream before getting up from his seat and fleeing the apartment. When the door slammed shut, Yusuke couldn’t hold it in any more, and laughed into the kiss. His slave pouted at him.

“Master, that wasn’t very nice.”

“He’ll get over it. He’s so easy to tease. Besides, normally I can only get him to leave after I’ve thrashed him through the wall. This way saves money and privacy.”

“Alright, but really, why is part of your aura mixed in with mine?” With the way he was sitting in the other’s lap, and the way he looked up through his eyelashes and cheeks lightly pink, Yusuke found himself turned on and scrambling for an answer.

“Well, uh, since I’ve got this, um, huge aura most of the time, and we just had sex this morning, um… ah, it’s, er, natural for my aura to linger for a few hours after, ya know? I think my old man once said it’s where the phrase ‘afterglow’ came from.”

Kurama tilted his head to one side, his face thoughtful, but his mind sneering. ‘Uh-huh, really. Every demon knows that your aura showing up in your partners’ doesn’t last more than an hour. I suppose next you’ll be telling me that you need sexual energy several times a day to retain your sanity.’ Out loud, he said, “I suppose that could be it. How long is it going to be like this?”

“It’s only supposed to last for a couple hours, longer if we continue what we were doing.” Without warning, he raised his hand to the back of Kurama’s head and pressed the fox in closer for another kiss. This time, though, Kurama kept his jaw shut, not wanting to end the discussion just yet. Yusuke growled and moved his other hand around the redhead’s back and then down to his backside, grasping the perfectly round ass firmly. It got the desired effect when the fox squealed and arched into his chest, opening his mouth enough for the Toushin to plunge his tongue in.

Kurama shifted, trying to bring his arms up to brace against his Master’s chest when he was suddenly aware of Yusuke’s hard-on poking at his thigh. A whimper escaped his throat and then the arms around him changed their position. The hand gripping his butt slid over to underneath his thigh, and then with a gentle nudging pulled the outer limb up and off his knee so that his foot was now braced against the edge of the chair, leaving his other leg continuing to rest on Yusuke’s lap. With his legs now parted, Yusuke’s other hand left Kurama’s head, and with feather-like touches, trailed his strong callused fingers lightly down Kurama’s body, coming to rest over his slowly rising cock.

There wasn’t anything Kurama could do, what with his efforts to push out his Master’s tongue with his own being misinterpreted as reciprocation and the cuffs preventing him from biting down on the determined invader. When Yusuke began to gently rub his hand on the steadily hardening flesh, the fox tore his lips away, gasping for breath. This didn’t stop the Toushin; rather, he leaned over so that his lips pressed against the soft skin under Kurama’s chin, kissing and licking with care.

“Master, please,” gasped the redhead, then groaned when a wave of desire flooded him from the cuffs.

“Do you want me to stop?” whispered Yusuke, his warm breath fanning over Kurama’s lips.

Vibrant green eyes met deep chocolate ones, and, seeing the lust shining out at him from their depths, the fox thought, ‘Screw it,’ and wrapped his arms around the taller one’s neck, planting his lips upon the others’. Tentatively, he licked at his Masters’ bottom lip, silently asking for permission to enter, and the raven-haired demon hastened to comply.

Inside his head, Yusuke was doing a victory dance. Kurama was responding of his own free will! … Well, mostly, as he probably wouldn’t have started the encounter this soon after their morning sex… That’s right! The Demon Lord choked and his eyes snapped open (when had they closed?) when a realization hit him. After this morning’s activities, Kurama would be too sore to do anything more than jacking off!

‘Fuck!’

“Master?” The fox’s soft voice pulled him back to reality, where he felt a stab of guilt at simply mauling the kitsune without first checking to see if he was all right.

“Are you okay?” Yusuke asked softly, concern lacing his voice.

“Mmmm?” The relaxed look on his face faded to one of confusion. “What?” inquired the fox.

“I mean, this morning… your body…”

Understanding lit Kurama’s eyes, as he realized Yusuke was trying to ask if his body was still hurting from this morning’s molestation. Even though he had suppressed the pain with his energy, that didn’t mean that he was all better. So he nodded, indicating without words that he was still too sore for that kind of activity. Yusuke grinned at him, adjusted his grip so that he was now cradling the redhead in his arms bridal style, and stood.

“Master?”

“Don’t worry; we’re just going to lay down. It’ll be easier on you.” And true enough, Kurama was much more comfortable lying on the bed. His Master sat next to him, toying with the frog-buttons on his tunic, opening them one by one. The fox pushed himself up and pulled Yusuke in for a kiss, his fingers rubbing along the other’s scalp. Humming, and enjoying himself perhaps a little too much, the Toushin made quick work of the frog-buttons and the sash around his slave’s waist, pulling the tunic up and off, tossing it to the floor.

Kurama hadn’t been sitting idle either; his fingers had been working through the buttons on Yusuke’s shirt, though when the Toushin’s hand coaxed his hand lower than he’d intended, the fox broke the kiss.

“Master, you promised,” he reminded the Toushin once his hand was resting on the other’s cloth covered erection. A gentle smile answered him, as both of Yusuke’s hands came up and cupped the fox’s face.

“I don’t want you to be afraid of my body. It isn’t something I can remove to make you feel better, since I am still using it.”

“So you’re not going to take me now?” Kurama sounded hopeful and relieved.

“No, but I want you to touch me. Make me come, Kurama. Just touch me,” implored the Toushin. He then placed his hand over Kurama’s, pressing it a little harder into his crotch.

Kurama blushed profusely averting his emerald eyes away from his Master’s and then curled his fingers around Yusuke’s rigid, cloth-covered erection, giving it a tentative squeeze.

Yusuke pressed back and let out a shameful groan which startled the fox enough for him to try and pull away. The Toushin was having none of that and ground himself against that hand once again, his own hand firmly around the redhead’s wrist.

“Don’t be afraid, Kurama. It feels so good having you touching me.” Yusuke gasped as he reclined back on the bed, bringing his fox with him so they were facing each other on their sides. The fox’s warm, innocent hand, however, was not allowed to stray away from his Master’s crotch.

‘Well, as long as my Master has no intentions of entering me, I… suppose it couldn’t hurt to do a little… exploration. He does have an incredible body. But I won’t do anything more than touch. He couldn’t possibly expect me to do more than that. After all, I hardly know him. I’ll get him off with my hand and hopefully that will be the end of it.’ Kurama adamantly decided. He raised his eyes meeting his Master’s and asked, “May I remove you pants, Master?”

“Of course,” he answered, but then added with a lecherous smirk, “As long as you remove yours first.”

Lowering his eyes, Kurama acquiesced and with a meek voice, he answered, “Of course, Master.”

With another victory won, Yusuke smiled brightly and removed his hand from Kurama’s, allowing his slave free rein.

Kurama shyly pushed his pants passed his hips and then down his legs, discarding the material to join his tunic. His blush darkened realizing that he had been going without any sort of under clothing. As Yusuke’s smoldering eyes appraised his body, he couldn’t resist returning the favor. His Master’s shirt was wide opened revealing the most perfectly chiseled chest the fox had ever seen. Yusuke’s upper body was flawless, his defined muscles showed off power and strength without looking overly bulky. Tearing his emerald eyes away from his Master’s chest, he proceeded to relieve Yusuke of his pants, but decided to leave his Master’s shirt on and opened. His Master just looked too sexy like that. Kurama then dragged his delicate, long fingers up the Toushin’s six pack abs to his pecs and then coyly circled one coffee colored nipple and then the other one.

Yusuke closed his eyes as a warm shiver ran through his body and then raised his hand to caress Kurama’s slender arm and shoulder, encouraging his slave not to stop.

Kurama brushed over Yusuke’s nipples again, first one and then the other. The little nubs were so hard and erect, begging to be tasted. ‘Dare I?’ He asked himself. Slowly, so very slowly, Kurama leaned forward closer his Master, and when he was only a hair’s breath away from Yusuke’s muscular, tanned chest, he extended his warm tongue, giving one hard nub a quick lick and nip.

Yusuke gasped and groaned. Kurama’s innocent touches were going to be the death of him. The Toushin’s cock was so hard, standing at attention so strong and proud and eager to bury its achingly hard mass inside his beautiful slave, a slave that he could do with whatever he wanted. And he wanted to pound this beauty into the mattress. Biting his lip hard, the Toushin focused on reminding himself of his promise to Kurama. ‘Just touching, no fucking, just touching, no fucking’. The words had turned into a mantra inside Yusuke’s lust ridden brain. Grabbing Kurama’s gentle hand, with probably a little more force than necessary, Yusuke nudged it to go lower, so much lower.

Kurama obeyed his Master’s silent yet firm command and carefully skimmed his long, slender fingers down Yusuke’s torso, over his washboard abs to the thick tuft of coarse hair adorning his Master’s pubic bone. The fox’s eyes grew large as he was visually reminded of just how exceptionally well-hung his Master was.

‘I’ll touch it and stroke it, but I will not place my mouth on it…yet, not that it would fit anyway.’ He mused worriedly. ‘I may be his slave, and he may be the most handsome and sexy man I’ve ever seen, but I’m not some brazen whore and I’ll not allow my Master to think of me as such, even though I am his to do with as he pleases.’

With tentative fingers and a gentle grip, Kurama began fisting his Master.

“Fuck yeah, Kurama. Squeeze it harder. You won’t break it,” Yusuke moaned.

Kurama’s did as he was instructed, sliding his hand up and down the hot flesh, working his Master quickly and efficiently, squeezing the head after each upwards stroke while nibbling and suckling at his Master’s pebbled nubs, alternating from one to the other. Feeling his body responding to Yusuke’s emotions, his own cock wept, begging for attention as a hot wave of arousal and desire swept through him. Kurama unconsciously rubbed himself against his Master’s hip, leaving a wet trail of pre-cum.

Yusuke snapped out of his own personal little euphoria when he felt his hip slimed with his slave’s leaking cock. And with an evil grin, he took possession of Kurama’s shaft and began pumping the hard flesh with his strong and callused hand, returning the favor.

Both groaned wantonly as they worked the other hard and fast and within minutes Kurama was crying out his release, spurting his come into his Master’s hand and chest. Yusuke growled viciously, scaring Kurama right out of his post-coital bliss and then found himself on his back with his Master grinding his still hard shaft against Kurama’s deflated one.

Kurama spread his legs, giving his Master as much room as he needed to grind his massive hard flesh against him and find his release. The fox bit his lip, bolted his eyes closed and then wrapped his arms around Yusuke’s shoulders in a tight embrace. Yusuke buried his face within the crook of Kurama’s neck, grunting and panting his hot, sexy breath onto the delicate flesh as he ground and rotated his groin and hips madly. Over and over his Master growled, moved and panted, chanting his slave’s name with each breath released until his whole body stiffened. With a possessive and frightening growl, Yusuke came hard all over Kurama, leaving the fox shaking and lightheaded as Yusuke lay motionless and quite sated atop his slave.

“Are you done yet?”


A.N.: Ah, the evil cliffhanger! Don't kill me, (for if I die, then the fic will never be continued), just leave a review, okay? Please?