And Wildcard Smoochie

And Wildcard Smoochie
Part four

As Toya promised Yusuke’s partner that day was Shishiwakamaru. They would be facing off at the Boiling Cavern. It wasn’t as sinister of a place as the name made it sound. It was cave, from end to it was only about as big as a tennis court. The central feature was a pool of water, heated by the natural heat vents that ran through the mountain. They were the same vents that heated compound. Without them the place would have been freezing and uninhabitable.

The ceiling in the Boiling Cavern was so high that Yusuke couldn’t see its top in the gloom. He could only see sparks of light, twinkling in the dark. Stars? No. Surly it was just dew sparking on limestone. There was no way the top of this little cavern reached all the way to outer space. The wind blew down from that roof was certainly cold enough, though. It kept the steam from the pool low and thick, like warm milk flowing over the floor.

Shishi was there when Yusuke arrived. The fog covered all the way up to his knees. It made his pants cling somewhat to his slim legs. He’d also been forced to loosen his shirt, revealing a glimpse his delicate looking collarbone. Yusuke pretended he didn’t notice.

Yusuke licked his lips, “So, ya ready to shine the floor with that pretty ass of yours?”

“Did you just call my ass ‘pretty’?” Shishi lifted an eyebrow.

“I- it was just.” That wasn’t what Yusuke meant.

Shishi drew his sword. Yusuke raised his fists. He felt silly for letting himself get so agitated over such a silly slip of the tongue. But with the things that have been happening lately…. Yusuke shook his head to clear it. He needed to focus on this match.

They were an oddly matched pair, for sure. Yusuke was all about hand to hand combat. Shishi was a swordsman, pure and simple. He did not do hand to hand. That was the weak point in his armor. All he had to do to get the upper hand was disarm Shishi. If he could force this into a fist fight, he’d have it made.

Skipping the play by play, Yusuke was successful at divesting Shishi of his katana. However when he tried to follow with a punch, Shishi caught his wrist. No matter, let it be a wrestling match then. Yusuke jerked his wrist, using the other’s own hold to unbalance him. It helped that the floor was uneven and obscured. Yusuke closed his arms around Shishi’s waist—it was so thin—and dragged him down.

Shishi yelped in surprise as he went down. Yusuke took a vague pleasure in making that noise escape the young imp. Shishi’s body arched under Yusuke as the Mazoku attempted to pin him to the ground. There was a lot more power in that body than Yusuke anticipated. He could feel it, like electricity dancing under the other young man’s skin. It was exciting. Yusuke pushed him harder to the ground, just to feel him pushing back. God, it was glorious! Was fighting always this good? Was it always so much like--?

It hit him, then. The thrill he was getting was like the thrill of sex. Yusuke would have back-peddled, but at that moment, Shishi’s face darted up and kissed him. Shishiwakamaru kissed him! And more than that, Yusuke could feel a growing hardness pressing against his thigh. Almost instantly Shishi pulled back, looking surprised even though he was the one who did it.

“Shishi.” Yusuke gulped. Oh man he knew were this was going. Before he knew it, he was going to on his hands and knees, panting and moaning while Shishiwakamaru—of all people—drove his marvelous cock up his ass. He could already feel the heat of lust sifting down to his groin.

But then in the next second, Shishi’s palm collided with Yusuke’s face. The shock of it was more psychological than physical. Yusuke could take a slap. He grew up with Keiko Yukimura. Now SHE could slap! The last thing he expected was for Shishi to slap him. He toppled off of Shishi.

“Sorry,” Shishi muttered as he climbed to his feet and then he fled their sparing area.

Yusuke rubbed his jaw. “Heh, and Shishiwakamaru apologizes. Now the world has officially gone crazy.” Or was he the one going crazy? Suddenly, he wanted to open his legs for every cock that showed up.

“Crazy,” Yusuke gasped as he unfastened his pants. His erection sprung forward. He was so hard that there no way he would be able to get it back in his pants. Was there a full moon out or Mars in retrograde or whatever? “Gyh! What’s wrong with me?!”

“If you asked me, I’d say you are lacking a bit of company,” a smooth voice said behind him.

He nearly jumped right out of his skin. “Kurama!” Yusuke turned to find the aforementioned fox. By now Yusuke was only wearing his shoes and shirt, not to mention that he was holding his throbbing manhood in his hands. He stumbled, “Uh, you’ve been kinda scarce these last few days. What are you doing here? Or need I ask?”

“You needn’t,” Kurama responded softly, “I came to see you.” Without a moment’s hesitation he started to unfasten the frogs on his shirt. “I promised to have a discussion with you. I’ve neglected to do so, mostly because I wasn’t sure how to broach the subject with you.”

With his shirt gone, Kurama smoothly moved to untie the draw on his pants. With one tug, the light fabric drifted down his slim muscular legs. Suddenly, Yusuke was standing before a very naked, and yes, aroused Kurama. He stepped down into the pool of steaming water which was the main feature of the Boiling Cavern. He offered his hand up to Yusuke.

“And you’ve figured that out?” Yusuke kicked off his shoes and shed his shirt before taking Kurama’s hand. He was trying to keep his cool, but it wasn’t easy knowing where this would inevitably lead.

“Don’t tell him, but I’ve seen the value in Hiei’s way,” Kurama told Yusuke as he folded his arms around his trembling body. Yes, Yusuke realized with embarrassment, he was trembling.

“Hiei’s way?” Yusuke said vaguely as Kurama’s hands slid down his back.

Kurama brushed his lips against his ear, “That is, the hands on approach.”

“Oh!” Yusuke gasped as a finger was abruptly pushed into his rear. The logical reaction would be to try to push it out, escape it. But instead Yusuke’s body writhed on it. He wanted more. He shook his head, “Kurama, what’s wrong with me?!”

Kurama removed the marauding finger and told him point blank, “You, Yusuke Urameshi, are in heat.”

Yusuke could only stare at him. Did he say “heat”? As in “a cat in heat”? No, that can’t be. He was a guy, only female things went into heat. Yusuke said, “But I’m a guy.”

“You’re a male Mazoku,” Kurama reminded, “There are a lot idiosyncrasies to that race, as I understand. You produce a strong and very alluring pheromone scent. It’s natural to your race, as is the urges you’ve been feeling, the desire to be penetrated, and the fact that you can be penetrated so easily and without pain.

“Actually these traits are not exclusive Mazoku’s. A lot of races have them. Some males can even give birth.”

“Birth! I’m not gonna get knocked up, am I?” Yusuke jerked.

Kurama chuckled and nipped at Yusuke’s neck, “No. I did considerable research about the Mazoku after I found out you were one. Male pregnancy is not a trait they have.”

“Mmm! What’s the point then?” Yusuke moaned and involuntarily arched into Kurama’s muscular body.

Kurama paused his fondling for a moment while he thought on that. “It’s to draw in allies, I think. Mazoku’s are fiercely loyal by nature and they need equally loyal allies. What better way to attract and bind an ally than with mind blowing sex, hm?”

“I-I guess that makes sense,” Yusuke muttered as Kurama started gliding his hands over his heated body again. Then he startled, “Wait! Does that mean that Raizen boinked the baldies?!”

“It’s a distinct possibility, but let’s not think about that,” Kurama said suddenly sober, “Ever.”

Kurama leaned down and licked the junction where Yusuke’s neck and shoulder met. Yusuke mewed, “Mmm—hey! You knew this stuff the whole time and you never told me? Damn it! Do you have any idea what I’ve been up to the past few days? I thought I was losing my mind!” Yusuke tried to push Kurama back.

Kurama wouldn’t be moved. “How was I to know you didn’t already know? You did live in demon world for three years,” Kurama said as he caressed Yusuke’s chiseled chest, “But for what it’s worth, I am sorry. Hiei and I should have made sure you understood before we deflowered you.”

Yusuke was quickly falling into Kurama’s seduction again. But, he wriggled, “So you’re only doing this cuz of some stupid sexy smell?”

Kurama gave him a pinned look. “I know how bullheaded you can be, Yusuke. In fact it’s one of the features I find most attractive in you. But not right now, okay. I’m going to make love to you now and you are going to accept it.”

Very rarely had Yusuke seen Kurama so bold and… domineering. His tone was almost possessive. He was going TAKE Yusuke. It made chills run down Yusuke’s spine. Kurama kissed him, slowly and deep. Yusuke melted into him. He was surrendering.

“So this is how it’s gonna be for now on?” Yusuke shuttered in Kurama’s embrace, “I’m just gonna bend over for every dick that comes along?”

“Heats come in cycles. They are not indefinite,” Kurama told him with affected patience. “I believe the norm for the Mazoku is a week every other season-- usually the spring and the fall. And you shouldn’t feel the need to couple with just any demon that comes along, only ones who impress you. You must have some subconscious criteria.”

Yusuke thought about that. He already thought the guys were great guys before he slept with them. They were good looking. And powerful, so powerful. Was that what turned Yusuke on? He couldn’t think. Kurama’s hand had traveled down his spine, over the swell of his posterior. His fingertips brushed the length of his crevasse. The action sent of shock of pleasurable anticipation to his most sensitive places.

“Kurama…” Yusuke gulped, “I need….”

“I know what you need,” Kurama murmured as pressed Yusuke to the wall of the pool. Without farther warning he hooked his hands under Yusuke’s thighs and pulled him up out of the water to set him on the ledge. Conveniently, this put Yusuke’s lower half just about at the same height at Kurama’s hips.

It took little coaxing to get Yusuke’s legs open enough for Kurama to slip between them. Yusuke felt the head of Kurama’s full member probing at his entrance and thought, ‘Oh my god, I’m really going to let him do it!'

Kurama pressed forward. Yusuke felt his walls expand, his passage being filled. “Mmm, feels so good,” Yusuke jabbered.

“Mmm, talk like that does inspire devotion,” Kurama gasped as his final inches vanished into Yusuke.

Yusuke felt Kurama’s hips lay flush with his backside. Kurama’s arms tightened around his body. He realized it was because he was trembling. But he wasn’t trembling from pain or cold. It was the warmth, Kurama’s warmth. He could feel it all over his body, even inside. It was consuming him.

Kurama looked down on him. His face was flushed and damp. His famously gorgeous hair was in disarray. And his deep green eyes were nearly black with desire. They seemed to stare at Yusuke from some faraway place. He said, “You’re beautiful, Yusuke.”

Kurama moved experimentally, pulling himself out an inch before pushing back in again. Yusuke dropped his head back and moaned as his body trembled with frustration.

“Interesting,” Kurama panted as he drew his penis out farther. He snapped his hips. He and Yusuke reconnected with a violet slap.

Yusuke let out a pleasured, “Oh yes!”

“Your body really is made for this,” Kurama said as he repeated the action. “Oh gods, your body let me in so easily, but then it hugs me so tight. Oh, it’s like your hole has a mind of its own and it wants to be fucked!”

“It’s not the only one,” Yusuke barked, “Shut the chatter and fuck me, fox-boy!”

“Just try to stop me!” Kurama shot back. He quickened the pace, each thrust faster and harder than the last. Yusuke took them with increasing hunger.

It was so good, that thick cock moving inside of him. Kurama reached between them and grasped his cock and started stroking it. So, good. Yusuke had to hold onto Kurama’s shoulders for support. Oh, he needed to come. Kurama’s thrusts were becoming erratic. He needed to come too. But there was something missing. Yusuke knew what.

He whispered in Kurama’s ear, “Show me your power.”

Kurama paused for a moment to stare at him. Then he reached up into his hair, fished out a couple of seeds. He held them for a moment before he let them drop into the water. There was a pause.

Suddenly a tangle of hair-thin vines burst through the surface of the water. They shot up to Yusuke’s arms where they rested on Kurama’s shoulders, twisted around them, and then with amazing strength they wrenched Yusuke’s arms away from the fox to be bound behind his back.

“You sure this is what you want?” Kurama grunted as he started moving again.

“Oh, yeah. Show me what ya got, fox-boy,” Yusuke moaned.

“You asked for it.” Kurama hauled on Yusuke’s hips so that his rear end hung out over the edge of the pool. More of those little vines emerged to tangle around his hips. But the real surprise was what they hauled up behind them.

Yusuke wasn’t sure if it was the root or the body of the plant, but it was about nine inches long, had a one inch diameter, and looked just like a green cock! “Oh god!” Yusuke gasped as his brain put it together. And then he screamed it, “OH GOD!” As the thing lined up next to Kurama’s cock and pressed into him.

“So tight!” Kurama exclaimed. “AH! Oh yes, so good.” He wiggled against Yusuke in a way that Yusuke found odd. That is, until he looked down and saw the same type of tiny vines tangle around Kurama’s hips. Kurama did drop more than one seed.

Yusuke couldn’t help his curiosity he pressed closer to the redhead so he could peer over his shoulder and down his back. His eyes widened to the size of saucers. Kurama’s thing was probably twelve inches long and two inches in diameter! The vines contracted and Yusuke watched them press into Kurama’s split and vanish inch by amazingly huge inch.

Yusuke started to shake again. This time it was because he was coming. “Fuck Kurama!” He shouted as he painted his stomach and Kurama’s chest with his seed.

Kurama’s only retort was a deep growl. His grip on Yusuke tightened to bruising strength. He came. When his grip loosened, so did the vines. Yusuke felt the plant-thing wilt and slip out of him. He could only assume that Kurama’s did the same. It was still some time before Kurama could gather the strength and will to withdraw himself.

“Hey, uh, Kurama,” Yusuke asked shyly later as he dressed. Kurama remained soaking naked in the heated pool. “We, um, I mean, since we… ya know. Like what exactly does it mean?”

“Well, it doesn’t really ‘mean’ anything. That is, we’re not like married or belong to each other anything like that. We don’t have any obligation to each other—at least not BECAUSE of the sex,” Kurama said. “Though, I would consider us closer now.”

“That ain’t bad, I guess,” Yusuke scratched his nose. A doubtful look flickered across his face.

“On another note; it looks like you’ve lost another day’s training” Kurama went on, “I think Toya’s going to have to rig tomorrow’s drawing so you can have a partner who won’t be lusting after you.”

Kuwabara was human, so he shouldn’t be affected by Yusuke’s heat. Chu or Suzuki might work too. They weren’t elemental, like Hiei, Jin and Toya, or animal like Kurama and Shishi. So they wouldn’t be subject to Yusuke’s pheromones. Suzuki might take him, if Yusuke made himself available. Not Chu though; he was fixated on females. Make no mistake; in time he would devote himself to Yusuke. But he’d probably find a non-sexual way to do so. Rinku would do. He was too young right now. But who knows, in few decades he’ll be grown and, if he develops the inclination, he may go to Yusuke’s bed, too.

Kurama flashed him a cheeky smile, “Or would you us not to meddle?”

“I…’ Yusuke’s face turned beat red. Perhaps a part of him liked these chance encounters. For sure he’s enjoyed them all. “I… I’m kinda tired. I think I’ll head back and snag some shut-eye.” He hastened out of the cave, leaving a smirking Kurama, basting in the pool.

After a minute he tipped his head up to the pitch darkness that concealed the cave’s roof, “Did you enjoy the show?” After a moment’s silence he added, “Come now, I know you’re there, it’s silly to continue hiding. Hiei?”

A piece of shadow detached itself from the gloom and dropped to the floor. Hiei landed a few paces from the pool, behind Kurama. Hiei shifted uncomfortably. He had watched Yusuke and the fox. It was the sexist thing he’d ever seen. Yusuke was such a cute Uke. And Kurama was an unbelievable Seme—he should know. But then Kurama had ‘shown his power’ as Yusuke put it. Those perverted plants… Hiei doubted he’d ever forget the sight of that thing wriggling into the fox’s tight little ass.

“That was awfully naughty of you, watching us like that.” Kurama looked over his shoulder. Damn he looked so sexy doing that. He looked as if he were going to say something else, but his eyes migrated down Hiei’s form and fixed on the growing bulge that his pants were failing to hide. Kurama licked his lips. Damn that was sexy too! “You could have joined us.”

“What?” Hiei was jarred out of his trance.

“It’s only fair,” Kurama said calmly, “I got to join in on your liaison with Yusuke.”

“That’s true,” Hiei muttered. His mind went back to other day. Yusuke wasn’t exactly for it, but he didn’t resist either, not much anyway. And he certainly enjoyed it, if those multiple ejaculations were any evidence. Not to mention how he moved that sweet body under him the way he did.

But then Hiei finished first. Kurama could have taken his turn with Yusuke then. Kurama ravished him, instead. Hiei could still feel the fox’s heated breath on the back of his neck, his sweat slicked chest on his back, and his generous girth filling his most private cavity.

He couldn’t believe Kurama went that far. Then Kurama kissed him. That wasn’t necessary, not if he just needed to get off. And he bit his neck, a very vulnerable and intimate area. What was the fox thinking? And now here he is again, teasing him.

Hiei asked, “Is it too late?”

“Too late?” Kurama asked vaguely. Hiei couldn’t tell if he was playing innocent or if he actually didn’t understand.

Before better judgment could prevail, his feet carried him into the water, clothes and all. His arms wrapped around Kurama’s waist and he brushed his lips across the soft place under Kurama’s jaw.

Kurama shuttered from surprise. He tried to cover it with affected bemusement, “Is this you, being sweet?”

“Shut it, fox, or I won’t be so sweet,” Hiei growled, “You do want to be able to walk tomorrow, don’t you?”

Kurama kept it up, “Is that how it’s going to be?”

“Yes.” Hiei growled as he forced Kurama to turn in his arms. With a shove he bent Kurama over the edge of the pool, earning an unobstructed view of Kurama’s perfectly rounded posterior. Hiei watched the warm water lap over his skin, turning it pink, slick, and hot.

Hiei groaned as his fingers worked at the fleshly orbs, spreading them apart. Kurama’s hole was still stretched from where that plant had entered him earlier. Hiei couldn’t resist the urge to lean down and run his tongue around the edges of that little gape.

“Hiei!” Kurama jumped.

Kurama took that big thing awfully easy. Did that mean he was used to it? But sleeping with lots of men didn’t jibe with the ‘good boy’ image he’d crafted to go with his human lifestyle. So he must practice with those plants often. Maybe he even owned one of those vibrating human toys.

Hiei imaged Kurama in his human bedroom, naked from the waist down, squatting on his bed, lowering his fine ass onto a large humming facsimile of a male member. He imaged the plastic penetrating his pucker. His lips trembled at the sensation of being stretched, filled. Yet, it wasn’t complete. What he craved was a real cock. Hiei’s cock! Maybe not, but a demon can dream right?

“Kurama…” Hiei gasped as he plastered himself to Kurama’s back. He unfastened his pants and gave him the cock he imagined he wanted.

“Ah, Hiei!” Kurama moaned.

Protest or pleasure? Hiei decided it was the latter. He bit his own lip to maintain his composer. Kurama’s ass might have been easy to enter, but once he was inside it gripped him so tight.

“Hiei…” Kurama clawed at the ground as Hiei continued to thrust into him, “So… so hot….”

“Hot, yes,” Hiei murmured between kisses to Kurama’s shoulder blade. Hiei ran his hands up over Kurama’s sides, down under his chest. His fingers encountered two little nubs, which Hiei took the liberty of pinching and rubbing until they became as hard as pebbles.

“Hiei… ngh, no. Too much. Ah! Hiei!” Kurama came. He came after only a few minutes of being fucked. He came calling Hiei’s name. He came because Hiei was fucking him. Kurama looked almost embarrassed and that must have been the sexiest expression Hiei had ever seen on his face.

“You underestimated me,” Hiei said, barely holding back the passion that was igniting within him. “You’ll have to pay for that.”

He withdrew himself from Kurama, turned him so that he faced him, and entered him again. He moaned, “Oh damn! Kurama—Ngh!”

“Hiei!” Kurama gasped, wrapping his arms around the smaller apparition’s neck. He clung to Hiei like drowning a man clings to a piece of driftwood.

As Hiei looked down into Kurama’s ravished face, the thought hit him; I never want to leave you again. But all he could express was a growled, “Kurama!” He came hard.

“Whoa.” Hiei didn’t say it and neither did Kurama. The lovers turned their heads to face the direction the exclamation had come from. It was Yusuke, standing in the mouth of the cave. A fledgling erection bulged in his pants. No one had to ask. If he didn’t see the whole thing he saw enough.

“I, uh, forgot my jacket,” Yusuke broke eye contact and paced to the aforementioned article where it lay half concealed by thick steam.

The two glanced between each other and Yusuke, the awkward tension building with every second.

“I suppose that makes us even for the other day,” Hiei said to Kurama, hastily backing off. He was trying to affect apathy, but he couldn’t resist a backward glance at the redhead. He hadn’t expected to meet the fox’s eyes. Kurama jumped instantly and then redirected his gaze at the water. Similarly, Hiei jerked his face forward. No more words were exchanged. Each exited the cavern alone.

TBC…
A/N: A new chapter at last. I’ve been drafting and re-drafting this thing so much, I should have called it, The Patchwork Fanfic. Well, more coming up, next time.