What I steal...I keep

Chapter 5

By the end of his fourth week in America, Kurama finally admitted defeat. Reality had a way of making liars out of everyone.

Even him.

In all, it took him over six weeks to finalize his move back to Japan and to affect the transfer into Kyoto University.

Reluctantly he was forced to call in few ‘favors’. He was not so naïve as to imagine that his family was that particularly influential in getting him into Kyoto University.

The minor jobs he took in between the excitement of assignments for Koenma helped alleviated the boredom of human life.

He had broken into various computer systems, buildings, homes—little things—just to keep his skills current, of course. Though initially it was just to see if he could, he had to admit, if only to himself, that curiosity was a serious flaw in his nature. He had been quite curious as to the type of security humans maintained for their valuables.

He had learned that while humans had a childlike faith in their hi-tech gadgetry, in actuality their security systems were so simple a child could easily penetrate.

A kitsune child, that is.

So, he took it upon himself to ‘improve’ their systems for them.

Naturally for a price.

So at the tender age of twelve, one Minamino Shuchi, through a highly discrete intermediary, became the ‘It’ guy when it came to designing impenetrable security systems.

Many well-known, influential companies as well as individuals housed his security systems. Of course it stood to reason that some, while not in the public eye, were far more influential than their very public counterparts.

So when Kyoto had indicated, at the very last moment, that they would not accept him, Kurama had called upon these people. These men, in turn, held dinner parties. In the course of these parties, these men had casual, smiling conversations with other, quietly intense men. Within days of such conversations, various members of the governing board at Kyoto University emphatically did NOT have conversations with men in long black cars.

The fact that in an immediate review of their admission policy, one Minamino Shuichi’s admission to Kyoto University was reevaluated had no such bearing on these conversations they would adamantly deny as having taken place.

That he would lose some credits in the transfer, he was philosophical about the matter. Though he knew if he pushed the matter, he would have found that all his credits were acceptable for transfer.

However, the important thing was…he was returning home.

Home to Japan, home to family…home to his Yusuke.


* * *


Looking out the window as the plane began its downward approach, Kurama reflected on just how much he was risking for this chance of a relationship with Yusuke. For several weeks, by necessity, his relationship problems had taken a backseat to all the minute details needed to return home.

Now that he was minutes away from seeing Yusuke again, he was once again plagued by worrisome doubts.

Feeling a tug on his sleeve, Kurama blanked his annoyance as he turned his attention to the stunningly, beautiful blond next to him. At least this silly American girl’s inane conversation was at least distracting him from his increasingly dark thoughts.

Lips curved upwards in an empty smile, he murmured some harmless pleasantry in response to her question.

Lowering his lashes, Kurama shielded his irritation at the triumphant smirk the girl threw her equally idiot friend. They are Yusuke and Kuwabara at their absolute worst, he mused silently.

Jessica del a Cuz didn’t bother to hide the frankly sexual invitation in her eyes when at last the beautiful red-head finally turned to look at her with those amazingly green eyes.

With his attention now on her, she thought she saw a flicker of something in his eyes that gave her incentive to continue flirting with him. She had initially wondered if he was gay.

In a movement that had snared countless men, she giggled at his reply and coquettishly tossed the golden mass of hair over one prettily bared shoulder. It was a move she had worked hard to perfect, especially seeing as how one lock somehow managed to drape itself seductively over her eye.

It had enthralled more than her fair share of guys.

At the slight flicker in his eyes, she tossed her best friend—Pam McMasters—a triumphant look. Despite their avowals of friendship, both women view the other as competition. It was a strange relationship that seemed to work for them. They found the best way to keep score in their vicious little war was by being the first to snag the best looking guy.

It had been an impulsive decision, this trip to Japan, just like their trip to Paris. And that had worked out fabulously.

Two days of a fucking good time with a several well-endowed guys? Fabulous!

They had had a blast, especially when their new friends called up a couple of other friends where were just as cute and hung as the first three guys. By the time they had left, the hotel room had reeked of sex. They had gotten fucked on every piece of furniture in the room that the bed had hardly been used.

Now they were winging their way to Japan for another adventurous journey. As soon as they had boarded and had seen the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on, she almost came right then and there. To know that he was going to be her seat mate just made it all the sweeter.

She had taken one look at Pam and knew it was Game On.

Kurama withheld a small sigh and instead forced polite interest into his eyes. Clearly it was something she was angling for, he thought with weary cynicism.

I should get a medal, he thought with whimsical dark humor. Nineteen hours in the air with this flat-brain airhead yakking my ear off and I haven’t killed her.

However, if I have to spend another hour listening to her prattle about nothing, his thoughts darkened, I will find another way to ‘entertain’ myself. Comforted by that thought, his eyes sparkled with real pleasure as a true smile played on his lips.

Golden hair artlessly tossed over her shoulders, Jessica shivered at the sight. Her thighs tightened in response.

I am so gonna fuck his brains out, she thought excitedly to herself. “So where were you staying? Do you live in the city?” Winding a lock of hair around her forefinger, she affected a playful pout. “It’s Pam and my first visit to Japan. We don’t know anyone.” She gave him a smoldering look from under lowered lids before adding in a husky tone, “Except you, of course.”

Pam rolled her eyes at her friend’s antics. God, she is such a whore, she thought meanly. She always gotta be the first to find the hottest guy and fuck him. A sudden gleam lit her eyes at a sudden thought and a catlike smile curved her lips.

Twisting sideways in her seat—large breasts nearly spilled from her low-cut top—she made little attempt to hide her interest in Shuichi. Her pleasure was increased due to the wide-eyed stare he gave her and the angry look in Jesi’s blue eyes.

“And maybe you would be able to show us around? Point out some of the places a couple of fun-loving, adventurous American girls would love to visit,” she said huskily. Her meaning clear, Pam nearly crowed at the slight widening of his eyes.

My god, she looks like she’ll topple over, Kurama thought in horrified amusement at the sight of the American girl’s breasts. He was not ignorant of the bold look in the girl’s eyes. It was plain where such two creatures would most like to visit, he thought wryly. And even if I were inclined to indulge in some sexual gratification, it certainly wouldn’t be with two such round-heels such as these.

Unnoticed by either girl, his lip curled in distaste.

“Exactly what I was going to say,” Jesi replied, inserting herself back into the conversation. She threw her friend a flat look of warning. He was hers. She saw Shuichi first, which meant she had dibs on him.

A vicious catfight took place for all that it was subtle as it was silent.

It was easy to see who emerged the winner. The breezy, easy confident look returned to Jesi’s eyes as the other girl settled back in her seat with a flounce and an extremely disgruntled look.

Kurama rolled his eyes and withheld a sigh. Dear God, please don’t let me kill these bimbos with my Rose Whip, he prayed solemnly. I really won’t look good in Reitai prison attire.


* * *

Standing on tiptoes, Yusuke tried to peer over the heads of the crowd. He was searching for a very distinctive shade of red among the exiting passengers. He was tempted to whip out his Spirit Gun and start blasting but nobly resisted the urge. Besides, he felt it would also not look so good if Kurama arrived in the middle of chaos.

Soon, a flash of familiar crimson caught his attention. He started forward then stopped abruptly, bile churning in his stomach.

Eyes narrowing, he focused his attention on the delicate blond clutching his Kurama’s arm. In an instant, he felt thick and clumsy, ugly and way too large and awkward.

And all too male.

Stuffing his suddenly shaking hands into his jacket pockets, Yusuke leaned back against a column and affected an insouciance attitude. His face fell into brooding, distracted lines as he examined the raw jealousy that flared within his chest. Bemused by this new emotion, he failed to note as Kurama, sensing Yusuke, shifted and began to close the distance.


* * *

Pam, trailing behind her chattering blond friend, allowed her eyes to wander freely. And came to an abrupt halt as her attention locked on Mr. Tall, Dark and Fuckin’ Good-Looking.

“Oh, fuck me,” she squealed. “Damn…I could eat him up with a spoon!” She moaned appreciatively and licked her lips.

With the ease of long practice, she went through a system checklist, assuring all weapons were primed and loaded. Sliding her hands over the swell of her hips and ass, she made sure her hip hugging jeans showed her assets to advantage.

It was a very talented ass, having had gotten its early start in her teens. She had diligently worked to make it spectacular in high school and had perfected its skills by the first year of college. As a result, she had received breathless, glowing compliments by several of her professors, five of her father’s business associates and at least twenty guys from various basketball and football teams.

With a tug on her shirt, thus lowering the neckline considerably and showing more flesh than was appropriate, she felt she was ready.

It was with practice ease that she ignored the outraged glares from a couple of women. Old biddies were just jealous she was still young and juicy.

Giving an experimental jiggle, she was pleased at the way her braless tits jiggled and swayed enticingly.

A birthday present for her sixteenth birthday - the best tits daddy’s money could buy, she thought proudly.

She was surprised to see Shuichi stop as well. Following the direction of her eyes, he looked and smiled slowly. There was more than a little relief in his eyes.

“That is Urameshi Yusuke…”

Pam looked up at the red-head and smiled widely. While straightforwardness had it uses, she sometimes liked to roll with the old fashion introduction shit. “Please say you know him,” she asked hopefully. Nearly bouncing with impatience, she was unaware of the stir she was causing in a number of gawking men.

Glancing down at the girl and reading the lust in her eyes, Kurama’s eyes chilled slightly. Lashes veiling his eyes, he smiled thinly at the visibly excited girl.

“Of course I know him…I live with him.”

Jesi and Pam exchanged delighted expressions, suddenly feeling at peace with each other.

Neither could believe their awesome luck.

Pam swallowed and squeezed her thighs together desperately. She could feel moisture oozing from her overstimulated cunt. “Introduce me…?” she begged breathlessly in a little girl voice. “Please…?”

No one noticed the cold sheen in the green eyes of their new companion as he signaled his compliance. If his walk was more akin to an animalistic stalk, neither girl – consumed by thoughts of a night of hot, fantastic sex – noticed.

All too soon they were standing before Yusuke.

Kurama frowned at the angry scowl on Yusuke’s face. His expression cleared, belatedly noting the jealousy that glittered in the rich, brown eyes. A true smile curved his lips as familiar heat kindled in his groin.

He allowed his eyes to trail slowly up from Yusuke’s feet, linger on those succulent lips that he dreamed about sucking to a swollen fullness and finally upwards, to stare into a pair of confused brown eyes. There was something about a confused Yusuke that he found so utterly adorable.

“Yusuke, may I introduce Jessica de la Cruz and Pamela McMasters? They began talking to me on the plane,” he said blandly, giving all the information needed in a few choice words.

Yusuke looked blank then his expression cleared. Eyes dark and unknowingly sexy, he glanced at both girls before he smiled slowly.

“Oh…well, I guess that’s alright then,” he drawled. Peeking at the kitsune from beneath his lashes, it was an unknowingly coy look. At the bold, unabashed sexual look from Kurama, Yusuke bit his lip and looked away before casting a sidelong look at the kitsune.

It took everything Kurama had not to jump Yusuke right then and there as he was hit by a wave of desire. His eyes deepened to near black. His low, possessive growl was lost under the general noise of the busy airport. But Yusuke heard it and felt a responding shiver quake through his body. He swallowed hard, lips parting as he struggled to breathe in the suddenly thick, oppressive air.

Kurama felt an instinctive need to throw Yusuke to the ground and stake his rights for all to see.

As the thought of marking Yusuke wafted through his mind, he nearly groaned aloud as lust, brutal and demanding, screwed viciously at his core. Heat scalded him as need pulsed thick and heavy between his legs. He shifted his weight restlessly. He bit back a moan as cloth brushed teasingly over the swelling in his pants.

Yusuke’s nostrils flared as he unconsciously sampled the air around him. His head came up at the scent of arousal that spiced the air. Ignoring the two girls, the smile he directed at Kurama held enough heat to rival the sun.

Instincts flaring, his body reflexively began emitting a complex chemical compound. This mix of chemicals was something unique to toushins once they found the one they perceived to be their mate. Unlike pheromones, the odor that a toushin produced at this junction in their lives was designed to attract and incite the attention of one specific individual.

While other yokai could smell the arousing scent, it didn’t call to them.

However for one particular kitsune, the smell was intoxicating. That rich, dark luscious scent it hit him with all the force of a sledgehammer. He was hard-pressed not to respond in the manner most appropriate to the situation - that of slamming Yusuke to the ground and making his territory right between the cheeks of Yusuke’s truly delectable behind.

Several demons traveling by mundane means stopped and stared at the group. Their sudden interest ended when they met a frozen, flat-eyed stare. Death lurked in gold hellish eyes.

Hurriedly they pretended interest elsewhere and sped off.

Unaware of the silent drama going on around her, Pam stepped confidently up to the dark haired guy. Avaricious eyes sizing him up, she gave a little shimmy that called attention to her sumptuously, generous breasts.

“Hello… I’m Pam,” she purred and peered up at him beneath seductively lowered lids. It was a calculated move that had brought many men to their knees. “Maybe while my friend gets better…acquainted with your friend, you and I can get to become better friends?” The way she licked her lips and the bold look in her eyes left little doubt in anyone’s mind exactly what type of ‘friend’ she wanted to be.

Stunned her boldness, Yusuke gaped at the girl. Blinking, he turned helplessly to Kurama.

That was his undoing. He froze. His eyes glittered with a dangerous excitement at the coldly, possessive stare. There was an edge of cruelty, a savage curl to the kitsune’s lips that had Yusuke bracing himself for what he was sure to come next. His breath caught at the wild elation that rocketed through him.

Kurama did not prove him wrong. One long arm stretched out and yanked. With a muffled grunt, Yusuke fell against the familiar heat of Kurama’s deceptively frail looking body.

Never have claimed to be sweetness and nice, fair or even honorable, Kurama took unfair advantage of Yusuke’s startled, parted lips and swept in to lay his claim. Senses awash in aggressive male yokai hunger and need, Yusuke instantly capitulated and opened his mouth. Moaning, he willingly followed Kurama’s lead and fiercely matched the kitsune with a growl of frustrated hunger that had been six long, frustrating weeks in the making.

The weeks apart had been torture for both. Yusuke had made up his mind a half-dozen times to give Kurama the ‘let’s just be friends’ speech.

Because, to be frank, Kurama scared the shit out of him.

He made him feel things…things he had never felt before with anyone.

No one, not even Keiko, had ever made him feel so…so…crazy or sexed up.

He had never needed Keiko…never needed her the way he needed Kurama. It was with a bone-deep certainty that fucking terrified him.

The only thing that saved him from running was the fact that he felt like those dumb, stupid women in those dumb-ass romance novels Keiko liked reading. The ones where the girl got all wrapped up and lost her ever loving mind over the guy? And basically acted as if Dumb & Stupid was now her default setting?

That was how he felt.

Not that he was going to swoon, but oh, shit…Kurama’s kisses made him want to get naked and start with the fucking until neither one of them remembered their names.

Three seconds and he burned. His body, already sexually frustrated, ached and pulsed with desire.

All he wanted was to get closer…then closer still to Kurama’s sizzling, hot body. Crawl in, and wrapped himself in Kurama.

It took several times before the sound of a throat clearing penetrated the sensual fog of lust that had enveloped Kurama and Yusuke.

Panting, Kurama slowly pulled back. He regarded Yusuke’s swollen lips and aroused, flushed face with fierce satisfaction before turning to give the throat clearer a look that rivaled Hiei’s at the acerbic yokai at his worse.

He blinked, then blinked again—for once losing his smooth savoir faire.

Turning to Yusuke he asked in a strangled voice, “Why didn’t you mention my family came with you?”

Shiori buried her face in her husband’s shaking shoulders.


* * *

To Yusuke’s surprise—and extreme annoyance—Kurama headed straight to bed, explaining that he had been traveling for over twenty hours and was, as he put it, wiped. Entering his room, he closed the door firmly in Yusuke’s scowling face.

Despite his exhaustion, Kurama’s lips twitched in a smile.

After several weeks of non-stop efforts to get transferred back to Japan—selling the things he didn’t want to take, packing the rest and filling out mountains of paperwork— the nearly twenty hour transatlantic flight had left him beyond tired.

He was certainly in no physical shape to give a fuming, pouting Yusuke the attention he deserved.

A glitter lit his tired eyes and his lips curved upwards in a smile that would have made Yusuke run. But when he woke up…oh, when he woke up, it was ON!


* * *

Over the next several days, Yusuke’s annoyance with Kurama grew. Beyond that initial kiss at the airport, Kurama didn’t touch him…wouldn’t touch him.

Yusuke was nearly bursting with pent up need.

They went out to eat and to the movies; they went to see some boringly stupid play. Hell, they even went to a couple of clubs and basically danced their asses off.

But there were no kissing involved. Not even a brief peck (which he would have gladly settled for, thank you very much).

Deep down, an unsettling feeling was starting to bubble.

It was the familiar feeling of being unwanted…of not being good enough to love.

And he only knew one way to react.

Lying in bed, studying, Kurama started when his bedroom door crashed open. Yusuke stood framed in the open doorway, glaring daggers at him.

Dark brows were drawn in a truly fearsome scowl that had, in the past, made more than one enemy quake.

Kurama lifted a brow in polite inquiry.

Stomping to the bed, Yusuke glared savagely at the kitsune. “What the fuck is your problem, man?!” he said demandingly. Waving his hands expansively, he continued, “Before you left, you couldn’t keep your hands out of my pants and your tongue down my throat; now all of a sudden, your hands and mouth are everywhere but on me!” He jabbed emphatically at his chest.

He breathed hard and blinked furiously at the moisture in his eyes. Hardening his heart, mentally he withdrew to a safe place. “You’re the one that said I had to decide what I wanted! And I did…” here he paused, his words growing heavy, “but maybe you decided on something else.”

Hating the annoying quiver in his voice, he drew upon every scrap of dignity he had left. It was with wounded eyes that he said quietly, “All you had to do was say something.”

“Get your fucking ass in the bed.” Kurama gave Yusuke a charming, sweet smile. “Is that the ‘something’ you wanted to hear?”

“Uhm…I guess so.” Heart in his throat, Yusuke hesitantly climbed into Kurama’s bed. He settled on his heels a foot away from the lean, graceful body.

“Every time we kissed,” Kurama explained quietly, chucking his book to the floor, “It has been at my instigation. I don’t want this to be a one-sided relationship.” Sliding a hand into his hair, he withdrew a seed.

Yusuke flinched when the seed was flicked his way then relaxed by subtle degrees when his guts didn’t spill from his body.

Of course, he should have known better.

He yelped in surprise when his wrists were snagged then brought together behind his back; likewise, his legs and ankles were bound together and spread apart.

Unbalanced, he toppled over.

Vines crawled over him. Staring at Kurama with wide eyes, he felt his clothing being slowly ripped away.

Finally naked, his face burned at the humiliating position he was in. Ankles bound to his spread thighs, his hands behind his back…every part of his body was on display.

Most notably, his raging hard-on.

He swallowed as a feverish anticipation scored through his veins. His cock seemed to elongate even more under Kurama’s hot, avaricious gaze. That look acted on him like a goad.

Unable to help himself, his hips pumped fruitlessly in the air. The hard organ dribbled precum. Twin red spots rode high on Yusuke’s cheeks. Whimpering, he closed his eyes and averted his face from Kurama’s knowing eyes.

Bondage had never been something he and Keiko tried. Oh, he had wanted but she had claimed it was too kinky and absolutely refused to allow him to tie her up.

There was a darkening look in the kitsune’s eyes as he regarded the trussed-up toushin and the signs of visible excitement that Yusuke tried to conceal. That Yusuke wasn’t exactly trying to escape hadn’t escaped his astute eyes. Not if he was to judge by the pathetic wigging beneath him.

It was more like…his eyes widened then narrowed.

Oh.

Yusuke’s blood was thundering in his veins. He swallowed hard as silence filled the room. There was a shivery feeling in his gut. His cock was swollen, throbbing unmercifully as it twitched fitfully against his quivering stomach.

Pre-come oozed from the tip, hung there before descending slowly.

Lust-blown eyes followed the fine strand. It glistened in the light with obscene lewdness before pooling on Yusuke’s belly.

Kurama could not resist tasting. Swiping a finger in the tiny pool of precum he popped the digit in his mouth. The rough sound of pleasure he made was shockingly perverse. Yusuke’s eyes were locked on the kitsune’s mouth as the slender digit was suckled with great relish. He whined, almost in pain at the sight of lips wrapped around the almost dainty finger. His trim hips writhing fretfully as his cock grew even more rigid.

“Such pretty, pretty eyes,” Kurama crooned seductively as his pulled his finger from his mouth with an x-rated pop. It made Yusuke whimper. Easing closer to the lanky, aroused youth, Kurama stroked a warm hand familiarly down Yusuke’s quaking body.

Yusuke panted, struggling to draw air into his oxygen deprived lungs.

Brown eyes fastened on the rapidly thickening shaft that curved upwards towards Kurama’s belly. His eyes darted to the kitsune’s smiling face.

Kurama looked down in the direction of Yusuke’s eyes. He stroked his cock, half closing his eyes at the resulting pleasure.

“I’ve been waiting for you to come to me.” A rueful smile curved the pink lips. “Another night with my hand and I would have probably broken down your door.”

“Let…let me go.” Yusuke licked his lips anxiously. He didn’t like how he was feeling. This soft, relaxed rightness of being tied up…helpless.

He was used to be in charge of the action, in bed and fighting. And he most certainly didn’t like the fact that bound, it was pretty clear who was going to get a dick up the ass. “And…and why are you talking like Mr. Potty-Mouth?” he asked aggrieved. Despite his words, his body flamed at every dirty word that fell from Kurama’s mouth.

Lying beside the bound boy, Kurama propped his head up on one hand. The other hand continued to caress the gift wrapped body. Merry Christmas to me, he thought whimsically.

Far more used to sexual cues than Yusuke, Kurama didn’t blink at the signals Yusuke, however unintentionally, was displaying. Despite the bindings, Yusuke had a great deal of freedom. Green eyes were remarkably astute as Kurama watched the toushin display his body in an unconscious fashion.

The subtle tightening of the abdomen drew the eyes to the expanse display of warm, supple flesh; the bunching of a thigh inevitably called attention to the thick, succulent rod drooling, fresh aromatic pre-cum.

“After all the trouble I went through just to tie you up?” Kurama retorted absently, engrossed in teasing a pebbled nipple to ever greater hardness. “Certainly not.”

A roguish smile played on his lips. “And I talk like this because…” he leaned forward to whisper in Yusuke’s ear, “I love how you reacted.” A sharp nip had Yusuke arching, crying out in mingled pain and pleasure.

“There are not many I let in, that I let see beyond my exterior.” The words were breathed on Yusuke’s neck. It made him moan and reflexively try to wiggle closer. Kurama obliged him by moving closer and paying an inordinate amount of attention to putting his mark on Yusuke.

Sucking, nibbling and laving at the skin, he was soon pleased to see several purpling marks begin to form.

Yusuke gasped, drawn out of his pleasure when something wound around his straining cock and trapped his balls. His glance down was full of disbelief at the living cock-ring that pulsed around his cock.

It only served to ramp up his desire even more.

The husky chuckle in his ear made him shiver.

“Now, now…we simply can’t have you coming too soon…”

“I…I…don’t like this,” Yusuke whimpered. He struggled in his bounds, subtly testing the restraints.

A lifetime of being rough and tough, of being the leader had left a defining mark on him.

He was Urameshi Yusuke…he was nobody’s bitch! But at the same time, and especially bound like this, he felt a strange yet increasingly strong urge to submit to Kurama.

“Hmmm, I think you do,” Kurama whispered silkily before nibbling on Yusuke’s ear. His hand drifted down to the trussed up cock and gently began to tease it. The tortured screamed from Yusuke went straight to his own cock.

He spread his legs and sent a silent flare of ki to the plant. Obediently a segment undulated towards him. Soon, he was wearing his own cock-ring.

“Do you know what else what I like?”

“What? What?” Yusuke panted. Eyes dazed and blown with arousal, he mewled faintly, futilely struggling for more friction on his aching cock.

“I also like finger-fucking and rimming.” Suiting actions to words, a slick finger circled Yusuke’s rosy hole before gently began pressing inward.

Yusuke’s eyes crossed. A thin whine escaped his mouth as he felt the slender digit burying inside his body. “Oh, my god…” he breathed with something like shock. His eyes rolled in the back of his head when Kurama drew his finger partially out then drove back in. Spikes of intense pleasure ripped through Yusuke at the kitsune’s actions. His eyes were dazed as he ground down on the invasive finger.

As the well-lubricated finger slid past the first ring of muscle, Kurama watched Yusuke’s face for signs of pain. There was none. Pleasure had washed away the tough guy exterior, revealing the needy boy beneath. He crooked his finger, searching for that special gland. At the shudder and shocked scream Yusuke gave, he knew he had found it.

Carefully he added another finger, gradually widening Yusuke’s scorchingly, hot interior. His gut clenched painfully hard. Teeth gritted he fought a savage battle against his own needs. Feeling Yusuke taking, squeezing his fingers so sweetly made him more determined that tonight he would be buried balls deep within Yusuke’s tight virgin ass.

He felt Yusuke shift, riding his fingers. Their eyes met. He held Yusuke’s eyes as he drove his slick fingers deep within the sumptuously hot, milking sheath.

He pressed a kiss to one straining thigh.

Yusuke’s cock jerked, smearing cum along the underside of Kurama’s chin.

The involuntary movement captured Kurama’s attention.

Kurama licked his lips, his rapt eyes focused on the purpling cock. His tongue shot out and tasted the liquid that ran down the length. That was all it took.

Moaning, he closed his mouth over Yusuke’s cock.

He didn’t stop until his nose was buried in the black, wiry bush that surrounded Yusuke’s fat cock.

No gagging or choking. Nothing. Just straight down without stopping.

A high-pitched yelp sounded from Yusuke’s lips. He flung his head back, slipping as he struggled for purchase on the bed.

The imaged of his cock, buried in Kurama’s mouth, was seared in his brain. Behind closed eyes, the image played over and over. Head swimming, he was shaking all over from what Kurama was doing.

Finger up his ass and a hot, sucking mouth wrapped around his cock…he moaned in abject surrender.

Alternating licks and mouthing the shaft of Yusuke’s pretty cock, Kurama gorged himself on the taste. Finding a rhythm, and using suction along with his lips and tongue, he settled in earnest to turn Yusuke into a quivering wreck. Humming happily, he knew the vibrations would trail the length of Yusuke’s cock, driving his beautiful toushin close to the edge.

The agile tongue flicking at the slit in his cock, the fingers in his ass combined with the wet, slurping sounds Kurama made was going straight to Yusuke’s head. To see those beautiful lips wrapped around his cock, pale cheeks hollowing with effort…it was the most electrifying thing Yusuke had ever seen.

Dazed, all Yusuke could barely think past the twin sensations. Bound as he was, unable to move, it was all the more intense. Mind scrambled, he couldn’t think past the fingers fucking his ass or the scorching wet heat of Kurama’s mouth.

Then a third finger was added and the cock ring slid off.

He pumped his hips desperately, grinding down hard on the fingers plumbing his once virgin ass as he struggled to maximize the twin sensations, fore and aft.

With a shout and curse, Yusuke came.

Kurama pulled back slightly until the spurt organ lay heavy on his tongue. Shivering happily, he simply savored the taste as Yusuke filled his mouth to overflowing.

One final lick and he pulled away, sliding his fingers from the tight, milking heat. After all, he had something more pressing in mind to fill the empty sheath.

A silent command and all the plants fell away.

Long tanned limbs fell limply to the side. Yusuke grinned stupidly up at him, blissed out from the long cum.

Kurama surged up Yusuke’s body and took the smiling lips. Another command and the plant wrapped around his cock fell away even as he buried himself in Yusuke’s pleasantly tight body.

The resulting cry acted on him like a goad.

Pulling back, he paused before slamming all the way in until his balls rested on Yusuke’s ass. Grabbing the limp legs, he tugged before throwing them over his shoulders.

Despite coming, to Yusuke’s surprise, he felt his cock began to swell. God, it felt so fucking good. Then Kurama nailed his prostate.

“OH, SHIT!”

Gripping Yusuke’s twisting hips in both hands, Kurama cut loose in a rippling pounding beat.

He didn’t stop.

Couldn’t stop.

Crouching predatorily over Yusuke, he stared with narrowed eyes into wide, lust blown eyes. Yusuke’s anterior muscles clenched, squeezed him so tightly that he cried out at the utter pleasure he felt.

His hips were a blur as he plumbed the depths of Yusuke’s that hot, velvet glove-like core.

Yusuke panted, struggling to draw air into his starving lungs. With staccato cries, he struggled to capture and keep the deliciously thick invader time and time again. His heels thumped Kurama’s back with insistent force, spurring the kitsune on with every lunge.

The slap of skin was loud in the room…the wet, lewd sound of Kurama’s slick, cock delving in and out his body was obscenely loud among the ragged cries that spilled from their lips.

It was so fucking hot.

Yusuke felt his body shudder as he threatened to explode in a million pieces.

Fumbling, his hand found his dick.

Kurama batted it out the way. “No,” he grated out, staring down into Yusuke’s eyes. “You’ll come from my cock alone.” That said his thrusts seemed to change as if in punishment.

Yusuke found his hands once again bound, this time over his head. Now truly helpless to even touch, he found all his attention concentrated at the area where they were joined so intimately. A ragged moan spilled from his lips.

Between rough, stuttering breaths, senseless pleas fell ceaselessly from his lips.

He groaned, his body filled with delicious heat each time Kurama’s iron hard cock rammed into him. Filling him with satisfying heat and fullness again and again and each time the kitsune retreated it triggered waves of pleasure that scored his soul. It was like an endless cycle of pleasure.

Push in—heat; retreat—pleasure.

In and out. In and out until they blurred, becoming indistinguishable.

“So good,” Kurama rasped out between searing twists of his hips. Huge drops of sweat fell on the writhing body below him. He held Yusuke firmly, stuffing the toushin full of this thick, throbbing organ himself. The open mouth wonder, the dilated eyes, the unconscious rhythm Yusuke had maintained—it made him elongate deep within the wanton interior.

Harder, his thrusts deepening as his hips thundered a punishing beat. He relished the strained look of ecstasy that drew Yusuke’s body taut. The short, breathless cries, the broken pleas for more that spilled from Yusuke’s lips—spurred him to greater endeavors. He was determined to make Yusuke never regret loving him. “You feel so…tight. Good,” he slurred out, half drunk on the wonder, the joy of fucking Yusuke.

From a distance, Yusuke heard someone screaming. “Oh…oh, oh GOD! YES! Give it to me! Fuck me! Give it to me, all of it! Bastard! Fuck me harder!”

Baring his teeth, Kurama strove to obey his bossy lover.

Sweat dripped in Yusuke’s face. He didn’t notice, consumed with the harsh, punishing rhythm of the cock filling his ass. If it felt this good being Kurama’s bitch, then it would be a label he would be more than happy to wear.

Soon every muscle in his body tensed. His balls tightened, lifted. The staccato tenor of Yusuke’s cries changed. Sensing the toushin’s release, Kurama sped up. Grunting with effort, he pounded into the willing body beneath him.

Yusuke screamed out, his body at first arching then slamming down on the thick pole in his ass. “Oh, fuck…”

Pearls of cum bubbled and erupted from his cock. It splattered his chest and face…streaking him with ropes of whiteness.

Seconds later, Kurama cried out. His hips beat a rapid tattoo against Yusuke’s upturned bottom. The toushin caught his breath, his widening eyes locked onto Kurama’s as he felt his ass fill, for the first time, with cum. His eyes fluttered half-close as his body milked the cum from the kitsune.

Slowly Yusuke’s smiled.

Drained, Kurama took care not to collapse on Yusuke. Moving carefully, he turned them on their sides, before withdrawing his cock from the snug interior.

Coming down off his high, Yusuke grimaced slightly. He could feel cum ooze from his ass. He squirmed then stopped. His breath caught as fingers lightly probed and fondled his wet entrance, pushing cum back into his ass.

The sheer possessiveness of the act, as if Kurama had every right to do it, made his chest tightened. He wanted to look away, feeling strangely naked and vulnerable. Yet he held still, feeling safe and secure.

Wanted.

With a sigh, Kurama drew Yusuke to him, tucking the boy against his chest. Reaching out, he drew a sheet over them.

Fingers plucked and played with a lock of sweat dampened red hair. “This…this ain’t no one time thing, is it?” a small voice asked almost plaintively.

Kurama smiled and dropped a kiss on Yusuke’s head. “Silly boy, I told you… what I steal, I keep.”

Hidden against the smooth contours of Kurama’s chest, Yusuke smiled.

* * *


A year later Christmas came again, bringing with it excitement and laughter.

Sitting in a corner at the Kuwabara’s Christmas party, Keiko took the opportunity to catch her breath. Sitting there, she reflected on the past year. Her breakup with Yusuke had been equally hard of her. For years all she had dreamed about was being by his side, becoming his wife.

And for those same amount of years, her parents openly mocked her dreams.

Last year they had made her choose.

Her future or Yusuke.

It had been a painful choice.

Give up her dream for a chance at a future.

They had fun, her and Yusuke. No one else had ever affected her like he did. His cocky, devil-may-care smile infuriated her as much as it warmed her heart. With Yusuke, she knew she was loved and protected.

But in the end, Yusuke wasn’t ready to change. He wasn’t ready to settle down and be the responsible man she knew he could be.

The choice hadn’t been that difficult....She had heard that a wolf would chew off its own limb to escape a trap.

As agonizing as it was, she chose to have a future.

But if she was going to be miserable, then someone would have to pay. The last time she spoke with her parents was the day she left for college.

Beyond their paying her tuition, she refused to take any money from them. She had found a job, waiting tables to earn extra money. She lived in the poorest neighborhood, to save even more money.

Yusuke’s self-defense lessons had came in handy more than once. She had gained a reputation, no one bothered her anymore.

It was ironic, she thought. I’m living exactly how Yusuke’s lived almost his entire life.

Now she was back.

And she was anxious to see him again. Maybe it’s a habit, she thought to herself, to still be in love with him.

The door opened. Glad cries rose as Yusuke walked in followed by Kurama and his family. Her heart rose in her throat, a smile softened her face even as her eyes grew misty.

Yusuke still looked the same.


“Jesus Christ,” Yusuke said loudly to Kuwabara, “The hell, man? You invited the entire city?”

The towering red-head looked indignant. “You’re just jealous ‘cause I have friends and you don’t.” He leaned down and said confidingly, “I’m awesome like that.”

“Oh yeah?” Playfully Yusuke raised his hand to give his old friend a good thumping. Someone caught his hand.

It wasn’t Kurama that much was immediately apparent. Whirling around, Yusuke gaped at his former girlfriend.

Kuwabara took a sudden interest in his half-filled cup. “Oh, I think I need a refill.”

Keiko and Yusuke looked at his fleeing back. They both laughed. Looking at one another, for a few minutes the easy bond they had shared was still evident.

Then it faded. Yusuke’s eyes changed. Keiko could see his visible withdrawing. In a rush stop him from retreating, she said quickly, “I know it’s not enough to say I’m sorry, but that’s all I have. I never meant to hurt you. Mom and Dad, they made me chose. You or my future.” She looked away from his eyes. “You…you lived in the past or present. You couldn’t see the future. Not like I saw it. Our future.”

“I wanted a future…but you seemed happy living in that crappy apartment and eating ramen every day.” She smiled ruefully. “It’s kinda ironic.”

“What is?”

“I live in the Sohma District.”

Yusuke’s eyes opened wide. “Are you insane?” His voice rose over the chattering crowd. Everyone eyes turned towards them. Yusuke’s glare redirected their attention.

“Do you mind? We’re having a private conversation,” he said to one ogling person. Raising a hand in a sharp gesture, he motioned for them to turn around. “Goddamn’ eavesdroppers,” he fumed before turning back to Keiko.

“Have you lost your goddamn mind, woman?” He warmed to his topic, puffing up with impending wrath. “Only whores and thugs live there.”

Keiko couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled up. “You and your mother used to live there,” she said slyly.

Yusuke simply spread his hands in a ‘See what I mean’.

“Keiko, what a pleasant surprise…” said a quiet, gentle voice said over Yusuke’s shoulder. “Will you be staying long?” Kurama glided silently into their midst.

Eyes widened slightly, Keiko drew back imperceptibly. There had always been something about the beautiful, silky smooth Kurama that unsettled her. Her instincts screamed ‘Danger!’ but why, she didn’t quite know. She just had the sensation that were it not for Yusuke, she would be dead. Never before had she felt so much relief when the red-head finally left to attend school in America.

She broke off her musing to listen to Yusuke indignant rant about her living conditions.

Cool eyes slid over to her, contemplatively. “Yusuke, I’m sure Keiko is perfectly fine where she is. After all, you taught her how to take care of herself.”

For a second, Yusuke preened at the compliment. “But it’s still dangerous,” he argued back. It was, he would admit, a touchy subject. Keiko happened to be on Kurama’s short list.

Touching Yusuke’s arm, Keiko smiled at the mulish look on her ex’s face. “Yusuke, you don’t have to worry about me,” she said softly. “I’m doing fine…in fact, I’m doing better than fine.”

Exasperated, Yusuke ran a hand through his ungelled hair. A circular black earring pierced the lob of his ear.

Seeing the protest form in the stormy eyes she quickly changed the subject. “Enough about me, you and I have some catching up to do.” Ignoring the silent Kurama, she smiled prettily up at Yusuke.

Reaching up, she touched the black earring he wore. “That’s new…” she commented idly. Her face didn’t change when Yusuke shifted slightly away. “So, did you get all that you wanted for Christmas?”

She didn’t understand the instant look of happiness that suffused Yusuke’s face. “I take that you did, huh? So...what did you get from Santa?”

Keiko felt a sinking feeling in her gut at the look Yusuke gave Kurama.

“Me…”

Blinking, she glanced up at a now smiling Kurama. He was looking at Yusuke, as if the other boy was the only one in the room. “Excuse me?”

Yusuke shifted slightly so that he was leaning subtly against Kurama. Brushing the hair from his ear, he angled his head. “We just got bonded yesterday,” he said. His eyes glowed with a strange contentment.

“It’s the equivalent of getting married among yokai,” Kurama added helpfully. Keiko’s eyes jerked to him. For the first time, she saw the matching black earring in his ear as well.

Sickness roiled in her stomach. Where she found the strength to smile, she didn’t know. “Congratulations…!”

And she was happy for Yusuke…even if it wasn’t with her.

After some inane pleasantries she managed to slip away.

Shizura found her outside crying.

“It wouldna have worked between the two of you,” she said, exhaling a long plume of smoke.

Keiko rounded on the older girl angrily. “How the hell would you know? Kurama stole him from me!”

Taking a satisfying drag on her cigarette, Shizuru snorted. “How the hell else would I know? Did you really think my idiot bro is the only one to see the future?” Then growing angry herself, she added, “Besides, you let him go…Kurama merely picked up what you threw away.”

Then flicking her cigarette away, she crushed it beneath her foot. “Look, I like you but I gotta tell you something I normally don’t bother to tell people.”

Taking a deep breath, her eyes glazed over. There was a hollow note in her voice when she spoke. Keiko felt a shiver course up her spin. “I see only two futures with you and Yusuke. In one, he leaves you for some stupid little chickie he accidentally knocks up. He’s miserable, she’s a bitch and together they make his kid’s life a living hell until the kid runs away. In the other, you leave him, Kurama comes along, they get together and have dozens of kids. You, on the other hand, find eventually find some dude that rocks your world. He’s smart, successful and your parents absolutely hate him but you’re happy.”

Blinking rapidly, Shizura seemed to come out of her daze. “Anyway, that’s what I see. You can be one of two things…be happy that Yusuke’s found someone that loves him for who he is, or be sad and miserable and risk losing a chance of happiness yourself. Take your pick.”

Keiko smiled through her tears. “You’re good…but you might want to work on your fortune telling.”

Shizura looked momentarily startled. “What gave me away?”

Gazing up at the distant, twinkling stars, Keiko said in a watery voice, “He…was my first love.”

“And he is my last love,” Kurama said evenly, stepping from the shadows. Keiko whirled around with a slight gasp. Green eyes were cool on the dark hair girl. She searched his eyes and as always, came up short.

She had never been able to read this enigmatic friend of Yusuke.

Keiko stiffened slightly, lifting her chin as if in challenge. She saw the flick of his eyes towards Shizura.

The look Shizura gave the kitsune in return spoke volumes. It was a long, flat look that promised painful retribution if the other girl was hurt, mentally, physically or emotionally.

At the exasperated look in the other’s eyes, she inclined her head and left.

Twisting her hands nervously, Keiko blurted out without a thought, “You…won’t hurt him, will you?”

Any other time she would have cheered to read the honest emotion in his eyes but felt slightly embarrassed to even have voiced her fears.

His cool, level stare shamed her even before he spoke.

“When I first met him, even without knowing me or my mother, he was willing to die so that I could live and spend more time with my mother. During the Dark Tournament, he was willing to forfeit the match to protect me.”

He paused then continued with quiet dignity, “Time and again, Yusuke has risked his life for me—for others. For you to think I would hurt him when I owe him everything—that question shames us both.”

Keiko averted her eyes from the condemnation in Kurama’s before facing him again.

She grew up.

In her eyes, there was a painful maturity. “I…love him, you know.”

“As do I.”

Green and brown eyes met and clashed. Slowly Kurama’s eyes chilled. Even in the artificial illumination, faint traces of gold sparkled in his vivid eyes.

“I can’t—I will NOT—give him up,” he softly vowed to the girl. The bushes rustled, trees creaked as their branches shifted.

Keiko’s eyes flickered left and right, accurately reading the movement in the vegetation.

Especially on this windless night.

Lips quirking in a sad, yet genuine smile, she said quietly, “Good….He needs somebody willing to fight for him…even if they have to fight against his own self-doubts.”

“Somehow, he doesn’t think he’s worthy of being loved.” This time the looks they exchange held rueful disbelief.

Hesitantly Kurama smiled at the girl.

This time, when she said it, she meant her congratulations.

Arriving back home, Yusuke sighed as he shrugged off his coat. He snuggled back when slim arms encircled around him. “Happy…?”

Angling his head up and back, Yusuke kissed the sweet pink lips so close to his own. “I got you, don’t I?”

“Always and forever, my kit.”