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Yuyu Hakusho › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
9
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4,610
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10
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Last Rites (Itsuki/Sensui)
Last Rites
A Yû Yû Hakusho fanfiction by Sir Psycho Sexy
A/N: Another addition to “Tidbits”. I bet you all missed me, eh? Well, grad school is a bitch, as is a lack of plotbunnies. But onto the more important things…
Itsuki/Sensui (yaaaay), Itsuki’s POV. Contains sexual innuendo, masturbation by frottage on a dead person (don’t know if this is necrophilia per se or not), and *gasp* VORE. If you do not like m/m or vore, TURN BACK NOW.
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I have lost count of the days since Shinobu has passed away; for all I know, they may have turned into weeks, years, decades, centuries, or even millennia. Time does not matter, for his body is directly in front of my own, and I can hear his spirit float around the space of the Ura-otoko; I have been usually strangely comforted by the presence of both.
But, as of late, I find that my body is becoming weak, and the ravenous pain in my stomach is beginning to rival the infinite expanse of pain in my heart. Some days I delight in it, thinking upon all of the times that Sensui’s personae have given me a most delicious punishment; other days, my reason has taken a most unusual backseat to my instincts, as I wonder if I am beginning to go insane.
This is one of those times where I foolishly try to distract myself from my extreme hunger by replacing Shinobu’s torn shirt, which is no doubt my own doing from frantically clutching at something unconsciously as I feel my viscera begin to eat themselves. I slowly pull off each sleeve, savoring each scarred, muscular arm as it inches its way out, and then pull the neck of the shirt up over his head.
Again, I am awestruck at his body; it brings back so many memories for me. It is once completely holy and completely profane; this is the body he used to first bring down demonkind, than humankind, and the very same body that did such heroism gave me the deepest and vilest of pleasures, proceeding from the same force, the same strength, as his noble bearing, converted from lofty idealism to base eroticism…
As my mind wanders, I notice that a third pain has joined that of my heart and my stomach; I realize that I am fully erect, and Shinobu, even when dead, is too tempting for me to pass up. I momentarily debate whether my judgment is going before I feel his skin- still warm, still fresh as the instant of his passing- and press my aching penis against it.
I close my eyes and let my hips thrust against every scar, every ripple of muscle on his upper back, so I can feel it, every bit as good and beautiful as it was when he was still alive. I steady myself by grasping his shoulders and let my mind wander, compressing ten years of wonderful lovemaking into a highlight reel in my head, remembering every grimace, every passionate night, every wonderful shared orgasm…
And then, I come. It is by far the most exhausting orgasm I have yet experienced; it feels as if a bit of my soul were beginning to leak out. Deeply satisfied and yet aware that death is imminent, I collapse into the spot on Sensui’s back where I came, my nose buried in the semen stains. It is then that I smell it; his smell and my own, mixed together, something magnificent that I have not smelled in a long time.
Oddly, it made my stomach growl even more, and I felt that I was again losing out to my instincts. The demon side of me that I had repressed for so long was clawing for human flesh; as I struggled to keep my composure, my rational mind started to agree with it, by realizing that we both needed a last rite, something for me to remember him by, and something for him to pass on into me.
Slowly, gently, I bit into his flesh, savoring the tastes of my semen and his muscle tissue and blood mixed together. I chewed this slowly, like a most holy sacrament, savoring every bite as something symbolic and beautiful. As to why I took a bite of his shoulder and not of his genitals (something that I wanted desperately inside of me forever), I would say that I unconsciously realized it would be too disfiguring, not to mention ferocious instinct took over the instant that I collapsed.
I shut my eyes as I swallow, completing my religious experience. But my stomach is not satisfied; I do not care, as I know it is my time. I do not fear death; in fact, I never have, especially when I know Shinobu is there, waiting for my spirit to join his in eternal connectedness.
I collapse yet again as I feel my body start to shut down. I am happy that I have performed my last rites, and happy that my soul will fly around in subspace with Shinobu’s, never to be separated or bothered ever again.
-FIN
A Yû Yû Hakusho fanfiction by Sir Psycho Sexy
A/N: Another addition to “Tidbits”. I bet you all missed me, eh? Well, grad school is a bitch, as is a lack of plotbunnies. But onto the more important things…
Itsuki/Sensui (yaaaay), Itsuki’s POV. Contains sexual innuendo, masturbation by frottage on a dead person (don’t know if this is necrophilia per se or not), and *gasp* VORE. If you do not like m/m or vore, TURN BACK NOW.
________
I have lost count of the days since Shinobu has passed away; for all I know, they may have turned into weeks, years, decades, centuries, or even millennia. Time does not matter, for his body is directly in front of my own, and I can hear his spirit float around the space of the Ura-otoko; I have been usually strangely comforted by the presence of both.
But, as of late, I find that my body is becoming weak, and the ravenous pain in my stomach is beginning to rival the infinite expanse of pain in my heart. Some days I delight in it, thinking upon all of the times that Sensui’s personae have given me a most delicious punishment; other days, my reason has taken a most unusual backseat to my instincts, as I wonder if I am beginning to go insane.
This is one of those times where I foolishly try to distract myself from my extreme hunger by replacing Shinobu’s torn shirt, which is no doubt my own doing from frantically clutching at something unconsciously as I feel my viscera begin to eat themselves. I slowly pull off each sleeve, savoring each scarred, muscular arm as it inches its way out, and then pull the neck of the shirt up over his head.
Again, I am awestruck at his body; it brings back so many memories for me. It is once completely holy and completely profane; this is the body he used to first bring down demonkind, than humankind, and the very same body that did such heroism gave me the deepest and vilest of pleasures, proceeding from the same force, the same strength, as his noble bearing, converted from lofty idealism to base eroticism…
As my mind wanders, I notice that a third pain has joined that of my heart and my stomach; I realize that I am fully erect, and Shinobu, even when dead, is too tempting for me to pass up. I momentarily debate whether my judgment is going before I feel his skin- still warm, still fresh as the instant of his passing- and press my aching penis against it.
I close my eyes and let my hips thrust against every scar, every ripple of muscle on his upper back, so I can feel it, every bit as good and beautiful as it was when he was still alive. I steady myself by grasping his shoulders and let my mind wander, compressing ten years of wonderful lovemaking into a highlight reel in my head, remembering every grimace, every passionate night, every wonderful shared orgasm…
And then, I come. It is by far the most exhausting orgasm I have yet experienced; it feels as if a bit of my soul were beginning to leak out. Deeply satisfied and yet aware that death is imminent, I collapse into the spot on Sensui’s back where I came, my nose buried in the semen stains. It is then that I smell it; his smell and my own, mixed together, something magnificent that I have not smelled in a long time.
Oddly, it made my stomach growl even more, and I felt that I was again losing out to my instincts. The demon side of me that I had repressed for so long was clawing for human flesh; as I struggled to keep my composure, my rational mind started to agree with it, by realizing that we both needed a last rite, something for me to remember him by, and something for him to pass on into me.
Slowly, gently, I bit into his flesh, savoring the tastes of my semen and his muscle tissue and blood mixed together. I chewed this slowly, like a most holy sacrament, savoring every bite as something symbolic and beautiful. As to why I took a bite of his shoulder and not of his genitals (something that I wanted desperately inside of me forever), I would say that I unconsciously realized it would be too disfiguring, not to mention ferocious instinct took over the instant that I collapsed.
I shut my eyes as I swallow, completing my religious experience. But my stomach is not satisfied; I do not care, as I know it is my time. I do not fear death; in fact, I never have, especially when I know Shinobu is there, waiting for my spirit to join his in eternal connectedness.
I collapse yet again as I feel my body start to shut down. I am happy that I have performed my last rites, and happy that my soul will fly around in subspace with Shinobu’s, never to be separated or bothered ever again.
-FIN