Behind Closed Doors

Kurama was working on his homework later when he felt something odd. He pushed away from his desk and closed his eyes, focusing on the fragile bond between him and Yusuke. He felt the brunet’s frustration and need. Softly, he whispered across their connection, I’m here, my love.

He felt Yusuke start and then the brunet’s energy reached for his, I tried, Kurama, I did. I can’t do it.

Kurama reached out, pulling the brunet’s ki as close as he could, hugging, or as near to the gesture as he could, Tell me, Yusuke.

I tried looking in the mirror, I really did, but I can’t, Yusuke’s voice was near a whine.

Kurama frowned, thinking, Show me what you saw.

I’m looking now, can’t you see?

No, Yusuke, I can’t. I need you to show me. Kurama moved from his chair to his bed so he could concentrate better, his eyes still closed as he did. Slowly, Yusuke’s thoughts resolved into a picture, a rather unflattering one, of his face and chest. Kurama fought the desire to yell. That’s not what I see when I see you, Yusuke, he managed softly.

What do you see, Kurama? Help me, please.

Kurama took Yusuke’s image and slowly shaped it into what he saw. The defeated eyes became intense, the brown darkening to near black, the way Yusuke’s eyes looked when he’d traced the redhead’s face. Kurama filled out the lips, making them kiss swollen and colored. He ran his energy through the brunet hair, breathing life and color into it. He continued down, caressing Yusuke’s body, accenting the strong lines of his muscles, bringing them into relief. He traced Yusuke’s arms, the swell of his biceps, the sharpness of his elbow, the fullness of his forearm. The wrists and hands he made strong and gentle, remembering the oh so light caresses Yusuke used to trace his face. He turned his attention to the strong muscles of Yusuke’s chest, having seen them when the brunet trained and practiced. He sculpted toned pectoral muscles over a firm abdomen, tracing lines where the rigors Yusuke subjected his body to had left their mark, defining his muscles. He’d seen no lower on the burnet, nor had Yusuke shown him lower so he paused a moment to admire the image before him, This is what I see, Yusuke. When I look at you, this is what I see.

He felt Yusuke considering for a long moment. He almost thought he could feel the brunet panting a little, a suspicion confirmed when he spoke again, That’s how you see me?

Kurama smiled, Yes, that’s how I see you, Yusuke.

He saw the image he created blush and he felt a thrill through his body. Yusuke’s eyes focused, Would you like to see how I see you? There was a lilt to his voice that sent another current through Kurama’s body.

I would like that, yes, the redhead breathed. He created a version of himself, bare to the waist as Yusuke’s was. He heard the brunet’s intake of breath. Then Kurama remembered that Yusuke had never seen him without a shirt on. Are you okay? he asked, his voice teasing.

Yusuke smirked, Yeah, I’m fine. You have a pretty good image of yourself. He stepped closer to the redhead in that odd space their images occupied while his eyes wandered Kurama’s body. With just his gaze, he traced the graceful length of the pale neck to the proudly held line of the redhead’s shoulders. Though not built to the same dimensions as Yusuke, Kurama’s shoulders and arms were well defined, gracefully smooth, his muscles creating long lines down his arms to his narrow wrists. His hands were slender and long fingered. Kurama watched as Yusuke blushed while looking at his hands. The brunet’s eyes went to his waist, traveling the line of his abdomen to his chest. Again, the redhead lacked the definition of the brunet, but he was still obviously toned. His chest came under inspection next, the pale skin accentuating the pink of his nipples. He felt his body tightening as Yusuke’s eyes lingered. Yusuke stepped closer still, bringing his hand up and touching Kurama’s waist. A gasp escaped Kurama’s lips as he physically felt the touch. Yusuke met his eyes, That’s what I wanted to show you. I could feel you touching me. Yusuke slowly drug his hand up Kurama’s side while his other hand joined it in its exploration, copying the actions on the other side of his body. Before Kurama could recover enough to talk, Yusuke continued, I’m gonna look in the mirror again, and this time, I’m gonna look at the rest of my body, too. I need your help, Kurama. It betrayed me.

Kurama wrapped his arms around the brunet, still surprised that he could physically feel it as well, Your body is supposed to react a certain way to certain types of touch. Hiei took advantage of that.

Yusuke tipped his head, You’re still angry at him?

How could I not be? You’re still trying to recover from what he did to you, the redhead fought to keep the anger in his voice to a minimum. But, for you, I will try. If you wish it, I will try to forgive him. But, I cannot forget it, Yusuke.

Neither can I, Kurama. Yusuke sighed and leaned against the redhead. Kurama tightened his hold on the brunet and they stood there in that unreality a long time before Yusuke pushed away. Next step, he said with determination. His image wavered, becoming insubstantial again. A long time passed before Yusuke’s voice came again, Wow.

Kurama was ready to scream again, Wow, what, Yusuke?

The brunet’s image reformed, complete, nude, and aroused. It wasn’t the defeated image he presented before and it wasn’t quite the image Kurama created, but a blend of the two with a touch of the pride he knew Yusuke had added into the mix. The brunet grinned, I am actually still hard, even looking at myself. That hasn’t happened in a while. He met Kurama’s eyes, smiling, a touch of lechery in his eyes, Your touch made me hard, Kurama. He stepped, swaggered, his hips swaying, I like it. It actually feels good again. He laughed, full throated.

Kurama could feel his body getting tight, aroused. He was having trouble breathing and his clothes were too much on his body. His hands worked frantically to rid him of the unnecessary garments physically while he struggled for control over the image he’d created from his ki. Inspiration struck and he suggested, his tone low, seductive, Why don’t you touch yourself, Yusuke? Touch yourself so I can watch.

Yusuke laughed again, I wanna see what you got, first, Kurama. I wanna watch you touch yourself, too.

Kurama couldn’t help but laugh, Pervert!

Yusuke pouted, I feel good, let me feel good and I want you to feel good, too.

Kurama smiled as he reformed the image before Yusuke, forming his body nude, on his hands and knees, using shadows to hide and highlight his body. He sat on his heels, his hands on the ground before him as he arched his back, I wasn’t complaining, Yusuke. He slid his hands back, his body moving back to reveal his arousal nestled between his legs and body. He watched Yusuke’s face, watching the hunger and need grow. Touch yourself for me, Yusuke.

Yusuke swallowed audibly, You gonna do the same?

Kurama smiled, running one hand down his chest, his eyes dark, I think I might. He watched Yusuke’s eyes follow his hand, But, only if you do, too. He rolled his feet from under his body and spread his legs, knees bent, making sure Yusuke had a nice view as he watched the brunet sit across from him, mimicking his posture. I want to see you, Yusuke. I want to see you touch your dick.

Yusuke groaned aloud as his hands wandered down his chest to his legs. He paused a moment, a brief hesitancy in his body and then slowly wrapped his fingers around his shaft. His eyes dropped from Kurama’s to his hand and he watched as he wrapped his arousal in his hand, tentatively stroking it. It feels good, Kurama.

The redhead licked his lips, Good, Yusuke. Show me what you like. His own hand mimicked Yusuke and he followed the brunet’s lead, letting Yusuke decide how fast they would go. Brown eyes slowly swept his body from his exposed opening up past his sack to his shaft. The gaze was an almost physical sensation, and he shivered under it, finding himself more aroused as Yusuke watched him slowly stroke his own erection. He mimicked the actions of his image in his room, small groans of pleasure escaping his lips. Softly, so as not to distract his love too much, he asked, Are you really touching yourself, Yusuke?

The brunet groaned, Yeah, and for the first time in a long time, it feels good.

Kurama rolled his hips and moaned. He let his legs fall open while his free hand went up behind his head, presenting Yusuke with a very wanton image. I’m glad, Yusuke, he whispered. Show me how good it feels.

Yusuke moaned and stroked himself more firmly, his pace increasing as his body relaxed into his pleasure. Kurama felt the lines between his pleasure and Yusuke’s blur as he became more aware of his lover’s touch. Yusuke’s hand was firmer than his, warmer, too, as he stroked his erection. Kurama’s eyes traced that flesh, thicker than his own, wondering what it would feel like buried in his body, in his mouth or his ass, he didn’t care, just in his body where he could feel it.

Before he could blink, Yusuke’s body was on Kurama’s, their lips joined as their hips rocked together. He was swallowed by the brunet’s need and desire, pressed against whatever bound this world. Kurama desperately sought to draw more of Yusuke into himself by any means possible. He felt Yusuke’s body slide down his and he lifted his legs so the brunet’s next thrust joined them. He cried out in pleasure, no pain possible in this realm of energy. Yusuke’s body shuddered as he struggled to breathe. Kurama wrapped his legs around the brunet’s body, not letting him pull away and Yusuke searched blindly for the redhead’s mouth again, his lips trying to devour whatever they met along the way.

Lips met and tongues danced as their hips rocked against each other, their energy merging, pleasure blending until they couldn’t tell who was feeling what, not that it mattered. Yusuke drew out of Kurama’s body and entered it again, and the redhead writhed beneath him, struggling to maintain their lip lock as he wanted to scream out his pleasure, to cry out the name of the one who possessed him now so that the world would know.

In another sudden change, Kurama was on top of Yusuke, the brunet’s erection still buried deep within his body, but he was sitting over Yusuke’s hips. Show me, Yusuke demanded, his hands holding Kurama’s hips, urging him to move. The redhead complied, dragging his hips along Yusuke’s shaft, his mouth free to voice his pleasure. He screamed, yelled, his hands pulling his hair as he rode Yusuke for all he was worth. He felt Yusuke’s hips thrusting into him and his back arched as he tried to express his pleasure, his passion. He drew his fingers down Yusuke’s chest, clawing at the one beneath him. Yusuke’s body thrust hard into his as the brunet cried out his enjoyment, his voice strangled with passion.

Yusuke grabbed Kurama’s wrists and moved them again, pinning Kurama under him as he released his pent up frustration on the redhead’s body. Kurama screamed in ecstasy as Yusuke pounded into his body with all the strength those muscles promised. Yusuke howled his release into Kurama, a beast finally freed, as the redhead screamed his name for the heavens to hear and remember. Their bodies remained tightly drawn, quivering as their energy mingled, blending until they could no longer tell who had done what to whom. It didn’t matter, anyways, as they collapsed into each other, their bodies loosing form and becoming energy that swirled loosely together, drifting on the lazy after effects of their love.

Kurama found his voice first, That wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.

Yusuke groaned, Me neither. But, it felt right, it felt good, so good. His voice trailed off lazily as he caressed Kurama’s ki with his own.

Kurama had to laugh, What do we do for an encore? He returned Yusuke’s caresses, enjoying the feel of the touch on his skin. His physical body trembled, and he could feel his release on his abdomen and chest and he did feel as if he’d been on as wild a ride as his ki had been on. The only difference between his physical body and his ki was the bite mark on his arm where he’d struggled to keep his voice contained, unable to concentrate well enough to know if his mother was home yet or not.

Yusuke’s ki nuzzled into his, I’m not ready to actually do this yet, Kurama. I’m not sure how I’d feel about actually doing this to you. But, gods, if it’s anything like this was, I think it’d make a fantastic encore.

Kurama held Yusuke close, When you’re ready, Yusuke. I’m not going to rush you. When you’re ready, we’ll take that encore. Sleep, now, my love. He felt Yusuke’s energy lulling into the quiet of rest.

While Yusuke slept, Kurama thought. He wondered if he should have pushed Yusuke into trying to masturbate. He was shocked they’d done anything. He worried that they’d gone to far too soon. Slowly he searched Yusuke’s sleeping ki and could only find contentment and happiness, not a trace of darkness that would lead to regret. The only blemish he could feel in the brunet’s energy was the remaining cloud that Hiei had caused to form. As he nuzzled Yusuke close, he wondered if that would ever fully vanish. He sighed, releasing his anger so that he wouldn’t disturb his love’s sleep and pushed himself off the bed. He still had homework to finish before he could go to sleep.

Kurama cleaned his body off and put on pajamas before he heard his mother arrive home. Pulling on a robe, he went down stairs to greet her. Shiori looked exhausted when he saw her, “Mother, are you okay?”

She pulled Kurama into a tight hug, “I love you so much.”

Kurama returned the embrace, “Mother, what’s wrong?”

She sighed, “I heard this woman screaming at her son, calling him all kinds of horrid things just because he was gay. It hurt, hearing some of the things I’d thought out loud, being screamed. I saw that boy’s face, how much it hurt him and I couldn’t do that, Shuichi, I couldn’t bear to see him hurting, seeing you there.” She shuddered, “I went up and asked her if she loved her son. The look on her face. The look on his. Gods, I never want to see that look on anyone else’s face.”

Kurama caressed his mother’s back, “I love you, Mother.” He didn’t know what else to say, so he held her, caressing her back while she clung to him.

She pulled back, her face streaked with tears, “I know, sweetheart.” She took a deep breath, “I don’t understand, but I know you and Yusuke love each other and that’s more important than anything.”

Kurama smiled, “It is regrettable that people label some types of love as evil.”

Shiori managed a watery smile, “But, love isn’t evil. Love is the most good thing there is. The most precious thing.”

Kurama kissed her cheek, “I know, you showed me.”

Shiori caressed his cheek, “And you showed me. Go finish your homework and get some sleep, you look tired.”

“Good night, Mother.”