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Adult ++
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Redemption
Redemption
A YYH fanfic by Sir Psycho Sexy
A/N: Sensui/Yûsuke this time. Enjoy!
Urameshi Yûsuke had had a sore stomach ever since he had defeated Sensui. He felt guilty that he- no, his demon ancestor that had taken over his body- had taken a human life. When his mother’s remedy of scotch-on-the-rocks didn’t work for his stomachache, he dissolved some off-brand Alka-Seltzer in some water, drank it down fast, let out a hearty burp and went to sleep.
In his dreams, Yûsuke was back on the battlefield with Sensui once more. Everything was still; all he could feel was Sensui staring at him. No, staring through him, as if studying every inch of his anatomy in order to prepare an attack.
The taller man smirked, as was his habit, and strode towards his replacement. Yûsuke was starting to get slightly nervous, as he realized just why Sensui was staring at him- it wasn’t fighting that he wanted.
“Let’s get this over with, shall we, Urameshi-kun?” Sensui stopped in front of Yûsuke, and stared down at him. “It would be best not to fight, since I have much more ki than you, and could defeat you easily. Besides, you need your priorities set right for you.”
“What the fuck do you mean by that?” Yûsuke just glared at him, confused.
“I pity your unfortunate position, not only as Koenma’s current lapdog, but also as one who…chases skirts. If I were you, I would be terribly ashamed of your…problem.” Sensui gently lowered his head and closed his eyes.
“Problem?” Yûsuke hunched his shoulders and walked aggressively towards Sensui, like a charging bull in slow motion. “You’re the one with the fuckin’ problem! You’re outta your gourd!”
“Hmmph. The nature of the idea of “problematic” varies from person to person. My problem is…your incessant, nonsensical attachment to…”-here Sensui’s voice turned from a measured calmness into scorn- “women. And that is why you are so weak.”
“Huh?” Yûsuke stood there, puzzled. Man, is this guy a stupid queer or what?
“Let me just say…that I can cure you of your particular aliment. However, being as you are, I highly doubt reason will take effect.” With this, Sensui rushed behind Yûsuke and gently snapped first his right arm, then his left, causing Yûsuke to roll down upon the floor of the cave in agonizing pain.
Sensui smirked. He had the boy right where he wanted him. “Are you going to allow me to…make you stronger, Urameshi-kun?”
“Like hell I am!” Yûsuke tried to get up from his position, but his broken arms would not support his weight, and he did not have the foresight to lift himself up using his knees as leverage.
“It seems as if you have no choice. You can neither fight nor flee. We must both be redeemed, and this is the method that Fate has chosen for us.” Yûsuke became slightly nervous upon hearing the sound of the older man unzipping his pants.
“Fine,” Yûsuke spat, “fuck me if you gotta.”
Sensui chortled to himself as he bent down towards Yûsuke, grabbed his torso firmly, and penetrated his replacement with one swift, although exceedingly painful, motion.
“Shit…” Yûsuke spat. Between his broken arms, and the sensation of Sensui’s huge cock inside of his unprepared, unlubed asshole, the pain was unbearable. But somehow, he had to go on…
Sensui chortled again as he proceeded to slam his cock into Yûsuke. “Do you give up, Urameshi-kun? Do you admit that all you have been fighting for has been in vain, that it is naught but an ornate lie?”
The pain was eating away at him, but Yûsuke never said die. “HELL NO!” Thrust after measured thrust tore at him, but what wasn’t killing him was curiously making him stronger…
He had gotten used to the excruciating pain by now, and was starting to strangely code-switch it into pleasure. He felt a strange force take over his body, much like the one he had consciously remembered when his demon atavism began to take over. Raizen was in him now, and he quickly threw Sensui off of his back. Grabbing his neck, Raizen noted that Sensui was very close to orgasm, and thusly finished him off roughly with one of his hands before choking him and throwing him against the wall of the cave.
Looking pitiful and bloodied, Sensui gasped out these final words as Yûsuke returned to his normal self: “Thank…you…Urameshi…kun…”
Yûsuke woke with a start. He was sweating, and had noticeably ejaculated in yet another pair of his boxers, which he had to turn the light on and search through his underpants drawer to change. Night after night since the defeat of Sensui, these sexual dreams had haunted him. He refused to tell Keiko for fear of her rejecting him, Atsuko for fear of her telling him he was drunk off of his ass, or Kuwabara for fear of him ridiculing him.
And yet he knew that the intense fear, along with the intense longing he had first felt for another man (even if he was his enemy and dead), would always haunt him- and perhaps, just perhaps, redeem him as well.
-FIN
A YYH fanfic by Sir Psycho Sexy
A/N: Sensui/Yûsuke this time. Enjoy!
Urameshi Yûsuke had had a sore stomach ever since he had defeated Sensui. He felt guilty that he- no, his demon ancestor that had taken over his body- had taken a human life. When his mother’s remedy of scotch-on-the-rocks didn’t work for his stomachache, he dissolved some off-brand Alka-Seltzer in some water, drank it down fast, let out a hearty burp and went to sleep.
In his dreams, Yûsuke was back on the battlefield with Sensui once more. Everything was still; all he could feel was Sensui staring at him. No, staring through him, as if studying every inch of his anatomy in order to prepare an attack.
The taller man smirked, as was his habit, and strode towards his replacement. Yûsuke was starting to get slightly nervous, as he realized just why Sensui was staring at him- it wasn’t fighting that he wanted.
“Let’s get this over with, shall we, Urameshi-kun?” Sensui stopped in front of Yûsuke, and stared down at him. “It would be best not to fight, since I have much more ki than you, and could defeat you easily. Besides, you need your priorities set right for you.”
“What the fuck do you mean by that?” Yûsuke just glared at him, confused.
“I pity your unfortunate position, not only as Koenma’s current lapdog, but also as one who…chases skirts. If I were you, I would be terribly ashamed of your…problem.” Sensui gently lowered his head and closed his eyes.
“Problem?” Yûsuke hunched his shoulders and walked aggressively towards Sensui, like a charging bull in slow motion. “You’re the one with the fuckin’ problem! You’re outta your gourd!”
“Hmmph. The nature of the idea of “problematic” varies from person to person. My problem is…your incessant, nonsensical attachment to…”-here Sensui’s voice turned from a measured calmness into scorn- “women. And that is why you are so weak.”
“Huh?” Yûsuke stood there, puzzled. Man, is this guy a stupid queer or what?
“Let me just say…that I can cure you of your particular aliment. However, being as you are, I highly doubt reason will take effect.” With this, Sensui rushed behind Yûsuke and gently snapped first his right arm, then his left, causing Yûsuke to roll down upon the floor of the cave in agonizing pain.
Sensui smirked. He had the boy right where he wanted him. “Are you going to allow me to…make you stronger, Urameshi-kun?”
“Like hell I am!” Yûsuke tried to get up from his position, but his broken arms would not support his weight, and he did not have the foresight to lift himself up using his knees as leverage.
“It seems as if you have no choice. You can neither fight nor flee. We must both be redeemed, and this is the method that Fate has chosen for us.” Yûsuke became slightly nervous upon hearing the sound of the older man unzipping his pants.
“Fine,” Yûsuke spat, “fuck me if you gotta.”
Sensui chortled to himself as he bent down towards Yûsuke, grabbed his torso firmly, and penetrated his replacement with one swift, although exceedingly painful, motion.
“Shit…” Yûsuke spat. Between his broken arms, and the sensation of Sensui’s huge cock inside of his unprepared, unlubed asshole, the pain was unbearable. But somehow, he had to go on…
Sensui chortled again as he proceeded to slam his cock into Yûsuke. “Do you give up, Urameshi-kun? Do you admit that all you have been fighting for has been in vain, that it is naught but an ornate lie?”
The pain was eating away at him, but Yûsuke never said die. “HELL NO!” Thrust after measured thrust tore at him, but what wasn’t killing him was curiously making him stronger…
He had gotten used to the excruciating pain by now, and was starting to strangely code-switch it into pleasure. He felt a strange force take over his body, much like the one he had consciously remembered when his demon atavism began to take over. Raizen was in him now, and he quickly threw Sensui off of his back. Grabbing his neck, Raizen noted that Sensui was very close to orgasm, and thusly finished him off roughly with one of his hands before choking him and throwing him against the wall of the cave.
Looking pitiful and bloodied, Sensui gasped out these final words as Yûsuke returned to his normal self: “Thank…you…Urameshi…kun…”
Yûsuke woke with a start. He was sweating, and had noticeably ejaculated in yet another pair of his boxers, which he had to turn the light on and search through his underpants drawer to change. Night after night since the defeat of Sensui, these sexual dreams had haunted him. He refused to tell Keiko for fear of her rejecting him, Atsuko for fear of her telling him he was drunk off of his ass, or Kuwabara for fear of him ridiculing him.
And yet he knew that the intense fear, along with the intense longing he had first felt for another man (even if he was his enemy and dead), would always haunt him- and perhaps, just perhaps, redeem him as well.
-FIN