Through His Eyes

There be LEMONs ahead!!

This chapter is dedicated with love to the one and only KogasHentaiLover. I hope it's worth the wait, Mistress.

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Koenma accepted the glass of wine Yusuke handed him then reached out with his free hand to pull the younger man down onto the couch beside him. It was good to be home again.

They, as well as Kuwabara, had escaped the tense atmosphere of the recording studio immediately following Hiei’s outburst, leaving their producer and manager to sort things out between the surly little guitarist and their new keyboard player.

As Koenma wrapped his free arm around his lover, Yusuke pulled his legs and feet up, curling himself into the soft leather, and snuggled against his lover, his beverage of choice – a beer – in hand.

Koenma took a sip of wine before setting the crystal stem on the low table that fronted their sofa. He sat back, wrapped his arm around Yusuke once more, and pulled him closer. “So tell me, my love, what did you think of Minamino-san’s rather unique arrangement for ‘Darkside Stories’?”

“It fuckin’ ROCKED!” was the enthusiastic response before Yusuke put the beer to his lips and took a long pull from the bottle then set it down on the table next to Koenma’s glass. The younger man was quiet for a moment, brow furrowed in concentration as he let his memory of the music he’d heard wash over him. “The instrumental,” he said, after a moment, “you know the part with the violins? It sounded familiar, but I can’t seem to place it.”

“Mussorgsky,” Koenma responded.

Yusuke turned a puzzled face up to his lover. “Huh!?”

“It was from Mussorgsky’s ‘Night on Bald Mountain’,” the older man replied. “It’s a classical piece composed by Modest Mussorgsky, a Russian, in 1867.”

“Thanks for the history lesson, Brainiac.” Yusuke nudged his partner playfully. “So what’d you think?”

“It was good,” came the succinct reply. Koenma thought a moment. “Though I’m not sure Hiei shares either of our opinions.”

“I think you’re wrong about that.” Yusuke paused, removed his hand from its resting place beneath Koenma’s elbow and reached out to grasp his beer from the table. Again, he took a long drink before putting the bottle back down. “Short stack couldn’t keep his eyes off Red the entire time, and I know he was impressed as hell by that arrangement, even if he’d never admit to it. ‘Course, it probably helped Kurama’s cause that our new piano player is drop dead gorgeous!”

Koenma shifted slightly so that he could face his younger lover. Placing a hand beneath Yusuke’s chin, he tilted the boy’s face up to meet his. “And just what does that make me, then, chopped liver?” he asked.

“Nah,” Yusuke replied with a smirk, “you’re pate, Rich Boy.”

Koenma chuckled. “Yusuke, my love, pate is chopped liver.”

“Oops!” Yusuke looked sheepish, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. He shrugged. “Well, it’s the thought that counts, right?”

Again, Koenma chuckled. His lover could be so endearing at times. He shifted, raising his arms to wrap them completely around the younger man and lifting, pulled the boy into his lap. Yusuke shifted as well, placing his long legs to either side of his lover, straddling the older man, moaning as their groins pressed delightfully together.

Koenma leaned forward slightly until his forehead touched Yusuke’s own. “That’s my Yu-chan,” he chuckled softly, “forever thinking with his stomach.”

“Dinner?” Yusuke asked hopefully, his arms wrapped around Koenma’s neck, hands entwined in the silky, light brown hair.

Koenma’s hazel eyes lit with mischief as he tightened his hold around Yusuke’s waist and started to rise from the couch. “Actually, Love, I was thinking more along the lines of dessert.”

Yusuke’s grin stretched from one ear to the other as he planted his feet against the sofa back and pushed, aiding his lover in his endeavor to get them up off the couch. “I like the way you think, Rich Boy.”

Their lips met again, mouths opening and tongues dueling as they rose from the sofa. Yusuke wrapped his legs tightly around Koenma’s waist, his arms twined around his lover’s neck, hands and fingers tangled in the honey-brown hair. Koema held tightly to his lover, continuing to ravish the younger man’s mouth as he made his way down the hall to their bedroom.

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Once they’d reached the room, Yusuke broke their lip-lock and slid down Koenma’s body, rewarded with a low moan as his erection rubbed against his lover’s own tightened groin. With a grin, he stepped back from the other man then proceeded to tease Koenma further as he began a slow, sensual striptease. Piece by piece, Yusuke peeled his clothes from his body. Once he’d finished, he climbed onto the bed. On hands and knees he presented Koenma with the delectable sight of a perfectly sculpted rear-end just before he began a slow, sensuous crawl up the length of the king-sized bed. When he reached the mound of pillows at the head of the bed, Yusuke turned around and lay back against them, legs spread in open invitation. One hand curled behind the pillows and the other was raised, finger beckoning his lover, a ‘come hither’ look in wide, lust-filled, dark eyes.

Koenma wasted no time in divesting himself of his own clothes then climbed onto the bed. He did not, however, position himself next to his lover or in between those… ahem… welcoming legs, but rather, settled himself at Yusuke’s feet (much to his dark-haired lover’s chagrin). Reaching out, Koenma ran slender fingers over the left foot before he leaned over and began gently kissing and caressing the appendage.

He continued on; leaving feather-light kisses, nips, and touches upon the ankle then moving upward along Yusuke’s calf until he came to the knee. Here, Koenma paused and raised his head, hazel eyes roaming the face of his lover. Yusuke’s eyes were wide, dilated even further by the lust coursing through his system, luscious lips parted slightly, and his breaths, shallow pants as he watched the other man slowly inch his way up his body.

Their eyes met and Koenma dropped an eyelid in a lazy wink then leaned down once again, dropping a light kiss on the kneecap before flicking his tongue out and swirling it around the knee and down onto the inner leg. He continued upwards; kissing, nipping and licking Yusuke’s inner thigh, slowly driving his lover crazy with need until at last, he arrived at the one place his young lover craved the most attention.

Yusuke’s breathing hitched in expectation as he felt his lover’s lips ghost over his hips and pelvis. But Koenma had other plans, and he would not be swayed. He knew his lover’s body; knew that Yusuke’s stomach, and particularly his navel, were extraordinarily sensitive to touch. And so, with a brief nuzzle at the soft black curls of Yusuke’s groin (which brought a groan from the singer), he made his way upward again. Across the taut, muscular abdomen his lips touched the flesh with fleeting, butterfly kisses until they came to rest upon the divot in the very center. Here he stopped again, this time to pay homage to that particular area with soft nips and sucks along the outer edges before he began flicking his tongue into and out of the tiny hollow.

Yusuke moaned, loud and long, as that warm, wet tongue circled around and dipped within his navel. Caught between ecstasy and frustration, his hands fisted, opening and closing around the silken sheets below him as his body writhed in response to the delicious torture. Yet as Koenma continued his ministrations, frustration won out and Yusuke raised himself up on his elbows, fixing his lover with a glare that would have done Hiei proud.

“Ko…En…Ma,” he rasped, catching the older man’s attention. “If you don’t find a better use for that mouth of yours in about two seconds….”

Koenma’s head lifted, honey-colored eyes met those of his lover, glinting with mischief. “And exactly what did you have in mind, my love?” He smirked at the younger man. “Something like this, perhaps?”

With that, Koenma lowered his head and in the next instant, Yusuke felt soft, moist lips on his shaft just before hot, wet heat totally engulfed his arousal. His arms collapsed, and he fell back down upon the pillows, a long low groan issuing from between his parted lips as he felt that oh-so-talented mouth begin a new and even more delightful torture.

Koenma closed his mouth around his lover’s shaft, relaxing his throat muscles so that he could accommodate it completely before sucking deeply. He was rewarded by the deep moan that reached his ears and couldn’t help smiling around the thickness surrounded by his mouth and throat. He enjoyed pleasuring his young lover; enjoyed how responsive Yusuke was to the slightest touch, as long as it was his.

With deliberate strokes, his tongue and mouth continued working Yusuke’s sex; head bobbing up and down as he alternately sucked and then licked the hardened length. Yusuke bucked his hips upwards, his hands fisting and then opening in the wine-colored silk of the sheets as he gave himself up completely to the sensations the hot, moist cavern encompassing his shaft evoked. Gods, Koenma was just SO damned good at that! ‘It had to be the lollipops’… the part of Yusuke’s brain that was still functional idly thought, and Yusuke found himself (or at least, those one or two functioning neurons) thanking whichever god graced his lover with that peculiar fetish.

“AAAHHHH,” he moaned, head pressed back into the mound of pillows as his hips continued thrusting upwards in perfect sync with the rhythm of Koenma’s mouth. “YES, Rich Boy… feels SO GOOD!! Oh gods, Koenma… keep it up, PLEEAASSEE!”

His lover’s passionate words spurred Koenma on and he set an even faster pace, knowing Yusuke was close to his completion. And he was right, for just moments later, Yusuke’s back arched, his head pressing even deeper into the pillows as he came, thrusting deeply into Koenma’s mouth. His hands clenched the bed sheets tightly as he spasmed, his shaft pulsing as it spilled his seed into his lover’s throat.

Koenma swallowed all that Yusuke’s body offered him, not releasing his hold until Yusuke finished and sank bonelessly into the sheets, his sex already softening.

When Yusuke came back to himself, he found Koenma was again nipping, licking and kissing his way up Yusuke’s body. He raised up on his elbows, watching with a smile as his lover halted at his chest to lick and nip at his right nipple until it hardened then suckled at the pert nub before Koenma kissed his way across his chest to lavish the same attention on the other.

Very soon, Yusuke found those lips and that mouth attached to his collarbone, and then to his neck before coming to rest against his own in a passionate kiss. Eagerly he parted his lips, allowing Koenma’s tongue to slip into his mouth and Yusuke to taste himself on his lover. Tongues dueled as Koenma reached down and pulled his lover upright until he was seated, back against the pillows, then shifted his own body so that he was straddling the younger man, his arms now encircling Yusuke’s neck.

When the need for oxygen could no longer be ignored (lest they be found days later; cause of death – asphyxiation), the lovers broke their kiss. Breathing heavily, Koenma’s eyes met those of his lover, and with a mischievous grin, said, “Well, my love, I’ve had my dessert. Now, what would you like for yours?”

Yusuke answered that grin with a smirk of his own. One hand, attached to an arm that had heretofore been wrapped around Koenma’s waist, reached down and calloused fingers ghosted over the hardened, slightly purpled length of his partner’s manhood. The other arm and hand, meanwhile, reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the bottle of scented lubricant there.

Bottle in one hand and held out to Koenma; the other still stroking his length, Yusuke leaned forward until his lips were mere inches from his lover’s. “Want you, Rich Boy,” he whispered huskily; the whisper accompanied by a low, throaty moan that was almost a growl. “In me… NOW!”

Koenma hazel eyes were tender, and filled with love, as he took the bottle from Yusuke. It was rare that Yusuke relinquished control to the older man; preferring to be the ‘top’ just as Koenma preferred to be beneath his lover, Yusuke filling his body and soul. Not that it hadn’t happened, for it had – usually when Yusuke was feeling particularly vulnerable or playful – and Koenma found himself idly wondering which emotion it was that dictated Yusuke’s actions tonight. Not that he really cared one way or another. His lover wanted him to take him and that was reason enough for Koenma.

Setting the bottle back on the night table for later use, Koenma eased himself off his lover and moved back down the bed until he was once again sitting on his knees by Yusuke’s ankles. Gently he grasped both those ankles then pulled downwards until the boy was once more laying flat on his back, his head cushioned by the pillows. Yusuke grinned and immediately spread his legs. A muted *thwap* resounded in the room as his foot inadvertently made contact with Koenma’s thigh.

“Oops.” Yusuke met his lover’s eyes. “Sorry about that,” he apologized, still grinning.

Koenma didn’t answer. He simply crawled around the offending appendage and between his lover’s legs. With a lascivious grin, he settled himself down upon the hard body beneath him, taking special care to have his manhood rub that of his partner. Yusuke let out a long, low moan and immediately thrust his hips upwards, trying to increase the delightful friction.

Koenma pressed further against his lover as he bent his head and captured Yusuke’s kiss swollen lips in a passionate kiss. Yusuke welcomed the warm tongue that suddenly invaded his mouth and again, their tongues battled; each thoroughly mapping the contours of the other’s mouth as hands roamed flesh.

Koenma broke their kiss, his lips traveling along Yusuke’s cheek and down his jawbone. Feather-light kisses ghosted over the flesh of the younger man’s throat. The lips paused when they reached the bottom of Yusuke’s neck and once more, Yusuke felt that hot mouth on his as Koenma began gently sucking on the soft flesh between his neck and collarbone.

As he continued sucking, Koenma’s hand roamed down Yusuke’s chest before coming to rest upon the rough pink flesh of a nipple. Again Yusuke arched into his lover’s touch, his breath hitching. Deft fingers circled that nipple, gently coaxing the small nub into pebbly hardness.

“Oh gods!” Yusuke’s voice was a strangled groan as Koenma’s mouth left his neck and his lips began their downward trek once again while his hand continued the pleasurable exploration of Yusuke’s nipple.

Alternately kissing, nipping, and licking his way along the powerful planes of his young partner’s chest, Koenma came at last to the nipple he’d been caressing. Silky soft lips latched onto the hardened nub and began sucking. Yusuke’s breath hitched again and his hands dropped from where they had been caressing his lover’s back to fist in the sheets. Hearing his lover’s breath hitch, Koenma withdrew his lips from the nipple he’d been teasing and gently blew on the moist flesh.

At the loss of those wonderful lips on his flesh, Yusuke arched upwards again, silently demanding more contact with his lover. Koenma quickly acquiesced to his lover’s request and dipped his head, retaking the nipple into his mouth, nipping and suckling at it once more. For several pleasurable minutes, he continued lavishing attention to the pert nub before he left it alone and began dropping more light kisses, nips, and licks across powerful pectoral muscles to pay homage to the other.

Koenma spent several more delightful moments in this manner, his tongue, teeth and lips worshipping the flesh he held. Yusuke’s breath now came in short pants as he gave himself up to the delicious torture Koenma’s touch evoked.

When at last he finished his teasing, Koenma shifted upward to reclaim Yusuke’s lips. Yusuke responded instantly. His mouth opened to give his lover access, as his body writhed beneath the other man. Arms wrapped themselves around the lithe body atop his, fingers softly stroking the satin flesh of Koenma’s back and shoulders.

As he continued to plunder his young lover’s mouth, Koenma’s hand reached out, groping for the night table and the bottle of oil he’d placed there. Without breaking the kiss, his fingers closed around the bottle and he lifted it from the table. Reluctantly, Koenma ended the kiss and raised himself up until he was kneeling between Yusuke’s legs.

Yusuke’s eyes, which had been closed the entire time Koenma had ravished his mouth, opened now. Eagerly those peat dark eyes watched as Koenma twisted the top from the bottle and pulled it off then tipped the bottle into his hand. The heady fragrance of spice and wood filled the room as Koenma coated his hand, fingers, and shaft liberally with the oil. When he finished, he leaned down to recapture Yusuke’s lips. Deepening the kiss, Koenma slipped his hand between his lover’s legs and began to tease the hidden entrance with one oil-slicked finger.

The finger gently circled the puckered opening several times before slipping inside. Slowly, Koenma continued the soft, circular motions before beginning to slide the finger in and out of his lover. Yusuke thrust his hips upwards, meeting Koenma’s motions. When he felt his lover’s thrusts matching his finger’s movements, Koenma added a second finger, carefully scissoring them within his lover to stretch the muscles of Yusuke’s passage.

After a few moments, and seeing his lover respond to the two fingers within his body, Koenma added a third finger. Alternating between the scissoring motion and the gentle in and out sliding motion, Koenma continued pleasuring his young lover for several minutes more before he gently withdrew his hand. Yusuke whimpered at the loss of contact, but those whimpers soon turned to moans as Koenma aligned himself at Yusuke’s entrance and then slowly began to push into his lover.

Once he was fully sheathed, Koenma held himself still, giving Yusuke time to adjust to the intrusion within his body. Yusuke, however, responded almost immediately, bucking his hips up against those of his lover. Koenma answered by pulling back then thrusting forward again. Yusuke wrapped his legs around his lover’s waist as Koenma began rocking his hips and thrusting in and out of the tight body beneath his.

Yusuke met Koenma thrust for thrust and soon their rhythm became frenzied. As he felt the heat of his passion begin to pool within his groin, Koenma reached between their writhing bodies and wrapped long, slender fingers around the hardened length of his lover and began pumping the rigid flesh in time with his thrusts.

Feeling that warm hand on his flesh sent Yusuke over the edge. He arched his back, his head burying itself within the pillows, eyes squeezed tightly shut, and screaming his lover’s name, he came violently over his stomach and the hand clasped around his shaft before sinking back onto the soft mattress.

As he heard his lover scream his name, Koenma felt his own end. Thrusting hard into the body beneath his, he spilled his essence into his lover, crying out the name of the one he loved before collapsing onto the body beneath his own.

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When he found he could move once more, Koenma shifted his weight from his lover’s body, his softening length slipping easily from within Yusuke. Moving to lay next to his spent lover, he gently caressed the boy’s face. Brown eyes opened lazily, and Yusuke grinned widely.

Koenma answered that grin with a tender smile of his own. “Are you ready for dinner now, Yusuke, my love?” he asked.

Another grin, this one of a decidedly lecherous nature, appeared. “Nah, Rich Boy.” Yusuke shook his head. “I’ve got a MUCH better idea.”

And with that, Yusuke rolled over on top of his lover.