And Wildcard Smoochie

And Wildcard Smoochie
Part Five

The drawing may have been rigged that day, or maybe Yusuke got lucky. His sparring partner was Kuwabara. The human actually gave Yusuke a bit of a run for his money that day. Yusuke was half-tempted to call Koenma up in Spirit world and ask him to look out his office window to see if hell did, in fact, freeze over. Jokes aside, Kuwabara had gotten a lot tougher since their junior high days. Or maybe Yusuke just wasn’t playing with a full deck that day.

Full deck. Cards. Wildcard Smoochie. Damn that game. All this started with a round of that game. Fine, he couldn’t blame that game. It was Yusuke’s own stupid biology that was at fault. Yusuke was so horny, it was pissing him off.

He walked stiffly into the compound, after he’d finished his training with Kuwabara. He stuffed his hands in his pants pockets in a vain attempt to conceal his erection. But his fingers brushed against the bulge, causing it to throb with needy expectation.

“Get it together, man!” Yusuke shook himself. No use. He was obviously in full heat now and all he could think about was having sex. He should go see Kurama or Hiei.

At that thought, an image of the night before flashed into Yusuke’s mind. He went back to the Boiling Cavern for his jacket and found Hiei and Kurama together, in the midst of passionate love-making. Something happened there, and that made Yusuke feel funny about hitting either one of them up. Yusuke didn’t entirely understand why.

Ha! Like he understood any of this? He was male and as far as he knew straight, but suddenly he was horny for guys. All he could think about was hot hard bodies pressed against his, strong hands roaming over his skin, the smell of male lust in the air. Man, he needed to get some so bad he was actually sweating!

“Dang it, Kurama. Hiei. You two sure picked a good time to get all… complicated on me,” Yusuke griped to the non-present demons.

“Yusuke.”

Yusuke nearly jumped out of his skin. He had been so deep within his own thoughts that he didn’t notice the tall blond man who’d been chasing him down the hallway. It was Suzuki—the beautiful Suzuki—as he liked to be called. Another dark tournament participant. He could be a bit of a buffoon, but he was an enormously talented apparition. He was a weapons expert and had the ability to change his aura at will. He could even will his muscles to enlarge.

In Yusuke’s current state of mind, there was only one muscle he was interested in seeing enlarged. He straightened himself, repositioned his hands inside his pockets, and said, “Suzuki, what’s up?”

“I need to talk to you,” Suzuki didn’t beat around the bush, “It’s about what happened yesterday… with you and Shishi.”

“Eh?” Yusuke tilted his head.

“You, uh, kissed,” Suzuki reminded him.

“We… oh, yeah!” After everything that happened yesterday; finding out that he was in heat, having the most mind blowing sex ever with Kurama, and then just a few minutes later, walking in on Kurama doing it again with Hiei; he’d forgotten all about that little stolen kiss with Shishi. “And then he slapped me.”

“Yes, Shishi can be a bit of a pill,” a bemused smile played on Suzuki’s lips. He started to walk down the hall, signaled Yusuke to follow, “And a prude, too. Ha, your pheromone scent must be something else to have made Shishiwakamaru lose control, even just for a second.”

“Apparently,” Yusuke muttered. He still wasn’t used to this ‘heat’ thing. And talking about it was embarrassing. Doubly embarrassing, however, Suzuki was walking a few paces ahead of him and Yusuke couldn’t keep his eyes off the man’s ass. The way those firm cheeks shifted so mysteriously beneath those loose breaches was positively mesmerizing. “Uh, so where are we going with this?”

Suzuki paused and smiled back at him, “We’re there.” He turned and opened a door. Yusuke realized they were in the dorm section of the compound. Suzuki ushered him in, explaining, “This is my room.”

Yusuke had seen the other’s dorms before, and this one was much like the others, plus a few personal touches added by the residences; knick-knacks, hanging pictures and the like. An extra roll away bed was added; Hiei’s bed. Yusuke briefly wondered where the small apparition was right then. Then he remembered the night before and wondered if WANTED to know.

Suzuki strolled to the other bed, the larger one, sat down on it. Didn’t Shishi live there too? Where was his bed? On closer examination the big bed was two twin beds. Suzuki must have pushed them together. Suzuki patted the seat next to him, implying that Yusuke should sit next to him.

When Yusuke didn’t move, Suzuki sighed, “You don’t want to….”

“It’s not that,” Yusuke said hastily, thinking he’d hurt the other’s feelings, “I just… I don’t know. I’m not used to this sort of thing. Shoot, I probably wouldn’t have done it with the others, but they just sorta pounced me.”

“Yes, I can see that. Sadly, my breed is not marked for its aggressive nature. I wouldn’t have that unstoppable burning desire like our element and feral friends.” Suzuki mused as he rose off the bed. He paced over to Yusuke, cupped his chin in his hand. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t affect it.” He leaned into Yusuke, stealing his lips.

Yusuke knotted his fingers in the front of Suzuki’s shirt. His initial intention was to shove him off, but as his soft lips worked their magic on his, he found himself clinging by that material.

When they separated, Yusuke panted, “Why then?”

Suzuki answered simply, “I want in.”

Yusuke thought about it and concluded that there was no good reason to deny Suzuki, especially since he’d been with so many of the others. Plus, Yusuke REALLY needed some cock right then. And from the feel of the bulge rubbing against his thigh, Suzuki had plenty to give. Before he could overthink it, Yusuke nodded his head, muttered, “Okay.”

In short order both had dispensed with their clothing. Yusuke lay down on the bed, still not entirely sure of himself. Suzuki wasn’t having nearly as many doubts. He climbed up Yusuke’s legs. He paused over Yusuke’s burgeoning member, leaned down and popped the tip into his mouth.

“What’s that like?” Yusuke asked, not thinking.

“You want to try?” Yusuke looked like he’d been shot. Suzuki laughed, “Another day? That’s fine. I’m ready anyway. I’d rather not wait.”

Suzuki stroked his thighs, encouraging him to open them up. He did. Suzuki’s questing hand dropped down to probe between his cheeks. Yusuke felt his fingertip trace the edges of his opening. He shuttered in anticipation.

Then all of the sudden the door slammed shut. He hadn’t noticed it open. Shishi was there, a pained and started look on his face, “What is HE doing here?”

Suzuki wasn’t fazed. He replied calmly, “Let me ask you something. Where’s Mr. Cuddle-lumps?”

“Mr. Who?” Yusuke jerked. Had the blond lost his mind?

“Mr. Cuddle-lumps,” Suzuki told him like-duh, “He’s been missing.”

“It’s just a stupid stuffed animal,” Shishi sneered.

“You have him, don’t you?” Suzuki accused.

“Why would I--,” Shishi started to deny, but Suzuki launched himself at him. In spite of Shishi’s resistance, he pulled open the front of Shishi’s shirt, reached in and pulled out a raggedly stuffed bear with one eye.

“I knew it,” Suzuki said, “Shishi, why do you keep taking off with him? You know I need him to sleep.”

“Well, maybe I need help sleeping too!” Shishi burst out.

“Then get your own Mr. Cuddle-lumps.”

“No.”

“What the hell are you two doing, fighting over that battered piece of junk?” Yusuke burst in, agitated for more than one reason. “Besides, that stupid thing probably smells like Suzuki’s armpit.”

Shishi’s fair face paled even farther. He looked like he wanted to die. Suzuki gaped, “Is that the reason why you keep taking him, Shishi, because he smells like me?”

“I-I can’t help it! I’ve been a wreck since HE got here. You know that,” Shishi protested. “And here you’ve brought him right into my room!”

“And you’ve been resisting the urge to…. Why didn’t you ever tell me, you pill,” Suzuki shook his head. He wrapped his arms around Shishi.

“Suzuki.”

“Yes, Shishi?”

“You’re naked.”

“I know.”

Yusuke cleared his throat. “Uh, I’ll leave you two to--.”

“Oh no, you’re not going anywhere,” Suzuki grabbed Yusuke by the arm and pushed him back on the bed. He pulled Shishi to the bed, unfastening his clothes as he guided him.

“What are you thinking?” Shishi squeaked.

“I’m thinking it would be pretty hot to see you two together,” Suzuki said. “Anyway, you want this, nay, need it.”

“Really? You’re okay with…?” Shishi didn’t need much convincing. His eyes were already roving hungrily over Yusuke’s naked form. Suzuki untied Shishi’s pants. They drifted to the floor. He stepped out of them and onto the bed. Suzuki slid in behind him. His hands moved down his sides, over his front. A loud gasp escaped his lips as Suzuki’s hand gripped his hardening member.

“Ooo,” Shishi moaned. Yusuke repeated the sentiment, watching the sexy lavender haired boy squirm in pleasure. He was so enthralled, in fact, that he didn’t think twice about crawling over and lavishing the other man’s chest with his tongue. He noted the crisp spicy flavor of Shishi’s perspiration, and how if differed from Kurama’s, Hiei’s, and Jin’s. Could it be that every man had a unique flavor?

He tested it, moving up Shishi body until he could lean over his shoulder and get at Suzuki. He ran his tongue along the side of the blonde’s neck. Bitter sweet, like dark chocolate. Suzuki dipped his head and caught Yusuke’s mouth. Their lips and tongues moved together, leaving a trail of spit trickling down their chins, until Shishi started to whine.

The entire time, Suzuki hadn’t stopped handing Shishi’s manhood, now it was throbbing red, swollen to the point of pain. It looked so big, hard, and hot. And to top it off, Yusuke was already straddling Shishi’s thighs. It would only be a matter of lowering his hips….

Shishi’s hands were gripping Yusuke’s buttocks. The way those strong fingers kneaded his cheeks made his cock jump and his hole tingle. Then all at once, Shishi jerked him down.

“AHH!” Yusuke cried out as that hot girth filled his passage, “Yes!” It felt so good. He held onto Shishi’s shoulders, using the leverage to lift himself off Shishi’s cock. When the head was just barely within his pucker, Yusuke dropped down again, recapturing that freshly filled feeling.

“You ready are a cock crazy little whore,” Shishi groaned, “Oh, god what a glorious hole you have! That’s it you’ve ruined me. Pussy will never be enough now, I need ass!”

Suzuki laughed at that comment, “Like I’m going to let you run around with those silly girls now? You’re mine now, and no one else but Yusuke Urameshi has any right to take you from me.”

Shishi flushed face reddened even farther. He sputtered, “St--stupid clown!” He sounded affronted, but Yusuke could tell otherwise. When Suzuki said, “You’re mine.” Shishi’s cock throbbed so hard inside of him; he thought it was going to burst!

Suzuki grinned as he trailed his hands from Shishi’s body to Yusuke’s and back, “That’s ‘The Beautiful Stupid Clown’ to you, Mr. Pretty Boy.” One of his hands strayed down to Yusuke’s cock, wrapped around it. The other trialed down Shishi’s back.

Shishi jerked and then shuttered. Suzuki was playing with his ass. Shishi thrust harder into Yusuke’s cavity. “Oh gods yes!” Yusuke cried out as that cock rubbed against that special spot inside of him. Suzuki’s grip tightened on his cock, pulling it hard. Shishi’s cock was swelling inside him. He was going to come. But so was Yusuke.

That throbbing volcano of heat inside him was rising, rising, just another second! Yusuke slammed down hard, filling himself as much as possible with lovely cock. He opened his mouth to moan out his orgasm, but then Suzuki’s hand squeezed his shaft, cutting him off.

“Nooo,” he whined as he felt fluid heat of Shishi’s completion flow out into his passage. And he, Yusuke, was denied his.

“Shh,” Suzuki hushed him, “I wouldn’t leave you unfulfilled. I just haven had my turn yet.”

Yusuke needed it so bad, he didn’t even hesitate. He lifted himself off Shishi’s wilting rod. He kneeled on the bed, shoulders down, rear in the air, “Come and take it then.”

Suzuki was on him in a second. Yusuke started to come the moment his hot shaft penetrated his rear. Yusuke pulled his arms under him so he could rub his nipples. Oh, they were so sensitive after his orgasm!

Suzuki must have been pretty worked up from the start. It didn’t take long before he too was coming in Yusuke’s aperture. Moments later, he felt Suzuki leave him. When he turned over he found him curled up by Shishi’s side. They were tenderly holding hands and kissing. Yusuke got an awkward feeling, similar to the one he’d felt when he walked in on Hiei and Kurama.

He excused himself. He wasn’t even sure if they’d heard him. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he be out of there. He slipped quietly out of the room. He started to head back to his room. Halfway, he stopped and sighed. He didn’t really feel like sitting alone in his room for the rest of the night.

He thought maybe he could hang out with Jin. Though with the way his hormones have been acting up, that might lead to one thing and another…. He rounded the last corner toward Jin’s room. He saw the apparition first. He was wearing nothing but a bathrobe and looking fine.

Jin’s long pointy ears perked up, “There ya are.”

Yusuke grinned and opened his mouth to respond, but then Jin turned, not even seeing Yusuke. Toya stepped out of the room, also wearing a bathrobe. He stepped into Jin’s arms as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He tipped his head back and Jin tenderly took his lips.

That was all Yusuke saw because after that he retreated. Since when were all his friends in love with each other? First Hiei and Kurama; then Suzuki and Shishi; now Jin and Toya. Was he the only unattached person here? Ironic considering he’d fucked almost everyone there. And why did it bother him so much?

He was so distracted that he ran around a corner and impacted hard on a firm chest. It bounced him back and he landed on the floor with an undignified thud. He shook his head, swore he actually heard something loose rolling around up there. He looked up to find a big goofy grinning face that belonged to none other than drunken master, Chu.

TBC…
A/N: Sorry about the hanger, more comeing next time!