Somethin' to talk about

Chapter7

 

Nearly two years to the day their relationship irrevocably changed, Kurama and Yuusuke finally ‘came out’ to their family and friends.  The fact that such ‘important, earth-shattering’ news failed to prompt even a token gasp of shock surprised the toushin as he imagined himself pretty damn clever at misleading people. 

Later he had said happily to Keiko that his therapist was totally awesome at her job…two years ago it would have fucking pissed him off that no one was surprised.  Keiko had laughed softly before she slipped her arm through his and gently agreed with his assessment.   And it was true.  What had later amazed their friends and Kurama’s family once they found out the duo was seeing a therapist was the fact that it had been Yuusuke’s idea. 

 In fact, it had been the kitsune that had been initially dead-set against the idea.   For such an intensely private and controlled creature, there was something about voluntarily opening up—verbalizing his inner thoughts that had utterly scandalized the kitsune.  He would have sooner stripped naked and paraded through downtown Tokyo than allow some stranger into his mind.

 It was, as Kurama had soberly confided to his nonjudgmental mother, seeing the marked changes in Yuusuke that convinced him to make the attempt—which led to Kurama having a long overdue talk with his mother.  Fortunately for him, Shiori being the astute woman that she was, had already guessed the majority of what he had to say and the rest, she accepted with an inkling of her son’s famed serene coolness.

There was a marked difference in former rough and tough street kid who thought being the baddest mofo was the highest goal he could achieve.  Although his attitude towards certain situations remained changing, the overtly pugnacious air he greeted the world had noticeably decreased.  Knowing who he was, understanding his past and how it shaped his present—though it was ascertain that Yuusuke would always have that hard, rough edge—he no longer felt the need to fight the world or prove himself to anyone. 

Feeling revitalizing stability in his self, with his therapist’s help, Yuusuke set new goals for himself.  He aimed to be a true leader of his toushins.  He didn’t want to just remain known as the most powerful yokai, but he aspired to be known as a smart and capable leader, one that any yokai could look to for answers.

Tonight, his friends were eagerly focused on the television to view the result of some of the steps Yuusuke had begun taking to achieve his goal. 

 

 

Kurama finished passing around appetizers as the program began.  Taking his seat next to Yuusuke, he kissed the grumbling toushin on the cheek. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine…” he gently reassured his famously camera shy lover.

Yuusuke cast an irate scowl at the chattering people around them, then an even darker look at a visibly proud Kurama.  “Who the hell told them to come over?”   He hated attention…hated it with passion he had previously reserved for Karasu and the older creepy Toguro brother.  He mentally shuddered.  Now that was one dude that should have been smothered when he was a baby. 

He brought his mind back to his present grievance.  “I wanted to watch this with you, you know, like alone?” he hissed quietly.  God, he especially hated attention when certain stupid people pushed him into the front before he was ready.  

“I do…” Calm as ever, Kurama took a sip from the can of juice Yuusuke was holding.  “However, this is our family…you know they would have been hurt not to have shared this special time with us.” 

With a chaste kiss, he hushed the sputtering protests as the program started. 

There was much hooting and catcalls when a surprisingly composed and well-groomed Yuusuke appear on the screen.  He was joined by Touya and a couple of other yokai along with the three human liaisons to the yokai community for their city.  

“Looking good, Urameshi…” Kuwabara’s loud raucous catcall had Yuusuke fighting to get to the other to give him a good smacking.  Laughingly, Kurama held his feisty lover back. 

“Come on, you two…” he said, giving both a reproachful look.  “This special program is all about how yokai are peacefully trying to integrate into the human world.”  Despite his words, his eyes danced with mirth.  Although Yuusuke and Kuwabara were friends, one would never know to look at them. 

Both Yuusuke and Kuwabara exchanged mutual rude gestures before turning their attention back to the screen. 

The answers Yuusuke gave to the host were surprisingly articulate and politically knowledgeable.  Kurama’s proud smile widened as he hugged his blushing lover.   Everything said had been painstaking researched by Yuusuke.  Even his help had been gently refused.   When Yuusuke set his mind to something, nothing stopped him.  

No one could have been prouder when Yuusuke had been selected along with Touya as representatives to the human world.  He knew how much his lover had wanted the honor and made sure to take his name out of the selection process.  He had explained to the committee that while he may have the look and appearance of humankind, at heart he was a yokai.  He thought like a yokai and his reactions would be that of a yokai.  Fortunately the committee had seen the truth, though had been a bit chagrined that he hadn’t actually lied.  Yuusuke was far better because he started off Human before becoming demon so his responses and thought processes were instinctively human. 

No one worked harder to achieve a peaceful co-existence between yokai and humankind. 

And now this…Yuusuke had kept the interview a secret from him until the last moment.  The only thing he had asked for help was with selecting clothes to wear for his first televised appearance.  

He felt Yuusuke tense when the host leaned forward.  There was an arch look in the woman’s eyes. 

Kurama cast Yuusuke a curious glance, but Yuusuke pretended absolute interest on the screen. 

“So, Mr. Urameshi…I understand you’re rich, handsome and clearly successful.  A little birdy told me that in the Makai you are a greatly respected ruler of your territory.  There’s even a rumor that you’ll be a shoe-in for the next Demon King.  So tell us, is there a special lady yokai you’re thinking about having at your side to rule your territory and perhaps become your First Lady?”    

It was Kurama’s turn to stiffen as it seemed, for the first time, Yuusuke lost his calm facade.  There was a startled, panicky look in the wide, brown eyes.  It got very quiet in the room as everyone carefully did not look at the couple.  Although no one was looking at him, Kurama felt their focus on them.  He felt he now understood why Yuusuke wanted to be alone with him to watch the program.  

He wished he had listened.   

Then, as if from a great distance, he heard Yuusuke say, “Well, to tell you the truth, there is someone I’m interested in.  We’ve been friends, it seems like, forever.  And I really don’t think he’ll easily accept the title of First Lady without someone getting hurt or killed.  But yeah, I have someone in mind to share my territory and power.  His name is Kurama.  Sometimes I don’t know how he puts up with me, ‘cause I’m not exactly the greatest boyfriend, you know.  I’m kinda slow about some things.  But when I’m with him, he makes me feel like the smartest guy in the world and I love him for that.  I…I love him for putting up with all my shit and still loving me through it all.”  

The hostess looked shaken by the naked emotion in Yuusuke’s voice.  In a clear effort to lighten the mood, she said jokingly, “Can’t live without him, huh?”

“I don’t want to…”

There was a deep-felt sincerity to the words that left the hostess visibly off-balanced.   On-screen Yuusuke glanced down, clearly discomforted by revealing his heart.   The silence lasted for a few seconds before he leaned forward, his trademark cocky grin firmly in place.  “And the sex is totally awesome!”  

For Kurama, everything faded to the background.  He continued to stare at the television screen with a blank expression. 

Everyone carefully refrained from looking at each other.  Then Kuwabara made a great show of looking at his watch and jumped up, exclaiming about how he had to get up early the next day for a thing.  What that thing was, he wasn’t quite able to stammer out.  However, it was sufficient for everyone else to make their excuses to leave.  

Shiori, before she left, gave her son a misty smile and hugged him tightly.   The door closing returned the room to silence.  

Yuusuke and Kurama were alone. 

Yuusuke kept his head down as he picked at a loose thread on his jeans.  “This is your fault, you know,” he muttered accusingly.  “I said I wanted them to go home, but oh no, you said they should stay.”  In spite of his uncharitable words about their friends, there was something poignantly anxious in the glances he kept sneaking at Kurama.  

“Say it again,” Kurama said, turning to Yuusuke abruptly.  Yuusuke’s head jerked around to regard his lover with wide, astonish eyes.  “I’ve been waiting to hear you say those words to me for almost two years and I’m not about to miss out on you telling me to my face.” 

A surprisingly sweet smile tugged at a mouth more familiar with spitting curses and screaming obscenities.  Obedient to his lover, Yuusuke said quietly, “I love you.”  

Kurama sighed and leaned against his beautiful boy.  An arm came around his shoulders and pulled him close.  “I love you so fucking damn much,” Yuusuke said endearing gruffness.  Twisting, Kurama surged up his body and kissed him, pouring all his love and devotion into the press of their lips. 

Fire licked along their veins as the passion that seemed to exist as a simmer between them began a slow burn.  Shirts were hastily shrugged off even as hands began to roam and tangle in their haste. 

The doorbell rang. 

They froze and glanced at each other questioningly.  With a groan, Kurama dropped his head to Yuusuke’s shoulder before reluctantly shrugging his shirt back on and fastened his pants.  A chiding glance at a scowling Yuusuke had the toushin grudgingly tucking himself back into his underwear before straightening his clothing.   They both left their shirts untucked to hide their blatantly obvious arousal. 

“We are so moving to the Makai.”  He hid a smile at Yuusuke muttering.  “At least there, we won’t get interrupted all the time.” 

A smile on his face, Kurama opened the door.  

His smile chilled at the woman standing on the other side.  He was tempted to slam it in her face, but Yuusuke had seen her. 

“Ma…?  The fuck…?”  Coming nearer, Yuusuke sounded incredulous.  He peered around Kurama’s stiff shoulder. 

Atsuko smiled shakily.  Her fingers were white pressed against the cheap purse she carried.  It had taken her months to gather the courage to come here.  After what she put her son through she readily expected to have the door slammed in her face.  It would only be what she deserved. 

“Uhm, hi.  I just…wanted to stop by and uhm, say hi.” 

“Okay…”  Confused, Yuusuke glanced at the icy mask that had descended on Kurama’s face.  Sometimes Kurama scared him when he got like that.  “Uhm, you…wanna come in?” he asked with clear reluctance. 

A brief smile flitted across his mother’s worn face.  “No…I just wanted to tell you that…” she swallowed hard before saying in a rush, “That I’m in treatment.  And…and…I…I…see a therapist and…and a psychologist three times a week to help me get my shit together and maybe figure out why I’m such a fuckin’ mess.  I just wanted you to know that I’m trying…no, I’m gonna, get better.”  Tears glinted in her brown eyes.  

They were so much like Yuusuke’s, Kurama thought grudgingly.  “Perhaps you would like to come in?” he said, swinging the door wider. 

Her eyes darted to the green-eyed boy then to the subtle way her son leaned into the red-head’s side.  The uneven way their shirts were buttoned and that Yuusuke’s was inside out also helped.  “No…” she said, her smile gentling. 

“I don’t want to intrude.  I just wanted to let you know that I’m working on my problems.  Maybe someday we could have coffee together?”  Her pleading eyes included Kurama in the invitation.  “Baby steps, ya know?” she said with a shaky smile. 

Yuusuke stepped closer to the woman.  For the first time in years, he could vaguely see the mother that had vanished under years of drugs and alcohol.  “Yeah, I…think I would like that.” 

The smile she gave was a mirror of Yuusuke’s.  “Thank you…”  With a last lingering look, she walked away. 

Slowly Kurama shut the door.  Turning, he tugged Yuusuke into his arms and just held his beloved tight. 

The broken sound Yuusuke made, hidden in the safety of Kurama’s arms tore at his heart. 

That night, their lovemaking was slow and healing. 

 

 

Days after the special program aired, they were still fielding calls and congratulations from their wide circle of friends.  

While Yuusuke was at work, the doorbell rang.  Setting aside his homework, Kurama padded to the door. 

Two men stood outside.  Kurama’s eyes narrowed.  There was a teasing familiarity about them both.  “Yes, may I help you?” 

The man’s eyes narrowed on the beautiful kid standing in the doorway.  “Says here, Urameshi Yuusuke lives here…” he stated roughly.   His cousin was silent, preferring to let the more domineering cousin talk.  

Hard and cold, both men had the look of lives lived on the edge.  It was clearly a vicious edge. 

“He lives here,” Kurama replied briefly.  Something shifted in his eyes.  “May I ask your names?” 

“I’m his dad,” Urameshi Xing retorted absently, peering over the kid’s shoulder.  Mentally he calculated what he saw.  Lips pursed in a silent whistle, the amount he came up with was more money he saw in a year. 

Well, hell…banging that stupid, cock-teasing little bitch and knocking her up might not have been a bad thing, he mused to himself.  Her old man had forced him to do the legal bit and marry stupid cunt.  For a brief second, a gleam of cruelty glittered in his eyes.  Who knew the bastard had connections to the local police?  Not that it saved the old bastard once they had caught him alone.  Throwing the asshole down the hill had neatly covered the beating he had put on the old fucker.   

He brought his mind back to the matter at hand, namely inveigling his way into his kid’s life.  Every kid needed a father, didn’t they?  The little fucker had to have been wondering who his old man was. 

Kurama’s eyes were cool.  They held all the warmth of a fall morning with a layer of frost blanketing the land.  And if his smile showed too many teeth, neither man noticed.  “Please, do come in.”  

“By the way, my name is Minamino Shuuichi,” he said, ushering the men through the house and out into the garden.  “May get you something to drink?  Tea?  Juice?” he asked pleasantly.  He was an old hand at hiding his true thoughts behind a mask of soothing geniality.   

“Got anything stronger?”  Xing said with a roguish wink.  He elbowed his cousin and both laughed heartily.  “A real man likes something a little stronger than tea and juice.” 

Neither human notice that the smile Kurama gave never reached his eyes.  “Certainly, Yuusuke usually keeps something around the house.  I’ll be right back.”

The minute he stepped into the house, the two men leaned closer.  “Shit…!  Did you see the ass of that bitch?” Jonh asked his cousin in a hushed voice.  Absently he adjusted himself.  “Fuck me!  I almost popped a boner!” 

Xing’s lips twisted upwards in disgust at mention of his cousin’s sexual preference.  “Yeah, too bad he’s a fuckin’ guy!” 

“For you, maybe…me, I love it!”  Jonh had a lewd smile on his face.  His preference for well trained and very pliant pretty boys was common knowledge in the circles they ran in.  The fact that he and his cousin were not loath to beat the living shit out of anybody, however, kept everyone’s opinion on his sexuality carefully quiet.  

There was something extremely repulsive in the dreamy expression in his muddy brown eyes.  Lank, scraggly hair fell across a broad, acne pitted forehead.  A broken nose and thick lips added to his unattractive appearance.  The regulars at the whore houses he frequented feared him...and with just cause.  Only the madam’s complaint to the local boss and Xing’s quiet words to Jonh forced the man to be more careful with his ‘toys’.  

Though he was the muscle of their little two-man team, he wasn’t exactly stupid.  Unfortunately, sometimes the urges got… bad.  Then he would make a point to disappear for a couple of weeks.  When he returned, he was in a much more relaxed, expansive mood.  

And behind his cheerful, expansive mood would be the worried parents of a missing son.  Their hopes and dreams shattered when they were forced to identify the body of their son, viciously raped and mutilated.  

“Man, a well-trained boy pussy feels just like a real cunt,” Jonh replied with utmost seriously.  “Bend ‘em over, fuck that ass and sometime you can’t even tell.”  He gave his disbelieving cousin an earnest nod. 

Xing looked intrigued by as the unsavory thoughts in his head.   Unlike his brutish cousin, the thought of bending a youth boy over and fucking brutally hard into one didn’t really arouse him.  Given that he was far more physically attractive to the opposite sex than his cousin typically gave him an edge in attracting the fairer sex.  It also helped that he took a great deal of pride in looking neat and professional, much like a businessman.   The barbershop he frequented was expensive, but he believed it was well worth the price.  Tall and lean, he had taught himself, by religiously studying magazines and television shows, on how to comport himself and how best to dress to his advantage.  He wielded his looks much like his weapons, always with calculating intent.  

And it worked, for the most part.  That is, until you looked into his eyes.   A lifetime of brutality had left an indelible mark on his soul that was reflected in his eyes.  His eyes held all the warmth and humanity of a monitor lizard.  

Xing smiled slowly.  He unbuttoned his handmade, tailored jacket.  “Hmm, then maybe we will have ourselves a little fun until the kid gets home.” 

A shared excitement was in both men eyes.  

It was too bad that kitsunes were reputed to have very excellent hearing.  In the kitchen, gazing out over the garden, Kurama’s smiled slowly.  “A pity.” 

Outside, plants rustled in the breeze.  Swaying in the breeze, several vines fell from their upright positions onto the grass behind the two men.   Almost in stop motion photography, they lengthened.  In seconds they had reached the chairs.  Then feelers sprouted, winding delicately around the chair legs and even more delicately around their ankles.  

With their chairs facing the house, neither man noticed as feelers covering the entire back of their chair and burrowed into their clothing. 

Kurama sauntered back out with the drinks.  “So you’re Yuusuke’s father,” he said once they began drinking and he sat down.  “Atsuko had to have been pretty young when she got pregnant.” 

Because his voice held no judgment, just fact, Xing didn’t suspect anything.  It didn’t matter anyway, after all, what he planned for the red-head would ensure nothing he said could be used against him. 

He snorted and swallowed a healthy gulp of sake.  “Yeah, that little bitch was a born cock-teaser!” 

“I believe she was what, fifteen…sixteen?” 

Jonh eyes roved covetously over the slender, willowy body of their host.  He licked his lips, anxious to bend the kid in half and fuck that tight little ass.  He gave a breathy little moan just thinking about how tight the boy would be around his cock. 

Xing gestured with the glass, pointing a finger at Kurama with a knowing, man-to-man look on his face.   “You know how those little bitches are…get a man worked up then tell him no and expect him to tuck it away like some good little boy?!  Fuck that!  I’m a fuckin’ man, baby!  No goddamn bitch gonna tell me no.”  He laughed coarsely.  “After putting it to her a couple of times, I had that bitch primed and coming back for more.  She couldn’t get enough of Urameshi cock.  Right, Jonh?”  He nudged his cousin.  

He took another swallow and scowled.  “Anyway, I figured the kid was mine.  Course, I didn’t believe her when she said I had knocked her up.  A cock hungry bitch like that woulda rode any cock if it was big enough.  Hell, she even rode Jonh a couple of times, though he only fucked her ass.”  

“Say, you say you’re my kid’s roommate, what do you know about that Kurama dude he says he’s in love with?  My kid’s some kinda fag?” 

Kurama smiled briefly.  A shift in the trees above let a ray of sunlight fall on his face.  It seemed to make his eyes glow a luminous yellow. 

“I never said I was his roommate,” he said softly.  Eyes half-closing, he tilted his face into the sun.   He so enjoyed a beautiful day when the elements joined together to create perfect day.   “I go by the name of Kurama.  I’m also your son’s lover.” 

Jonh sighed, his body simultaneously going loose and hard in delight.  For him, it was already a foregone conclusion that he was not leaving this house without sampling the kid’s ass.  Though he loved fucking straight pretty boys, breaking their asses on his dick, he sure as hell wasn’t going to turn away from a sweet little fairy like Kurama.  Although the screaming and certainly the struggling bodies on his dick excited him, there was something to be said about a pretty boy whose ass was already broken in.  Less noise for one and he didn’t have to worry too much about what to do with the body.  

Exchanging a glance with his cousin, it was unnecessary to say anything.  It was one reason why they worked so well together.  “Damn, but you are one fuckin’ pretty thing,” he drawled into the silence.  Although the words were honestly complimentary, the look in his eyes spoke otherwise.     

Ignoring the lustful invasive stare, Kurama allowed an honest smile to curve his lips.  He dipped his head in acknowledgement.  “Thank you, I’ll take that compliment in the spirit it was given.”  Cocking his head to the side, he stared contemplatively at Yuusuke’s father.  “You know, since I’ve met Yuusuke’s mother, I’ve wondered what you would be like.  Having met you, I think it would be best if Yuusuke never learned of your existence.”  This was said with a slow, serene smile that reflexively the two men smiled back before Kurama’s words had sunk in then twin scowls darkened their faces.  

It made the men look startling alike. 

Muscles bunching, Xing made to stand as did Jonh.  “The fuck…?”  In the split second it took them to move, the plants struck fast, burrowing into soft, fragile human flesh.  They could only watch in horror as unnatural traceries of green moving under their skin.  Both screamed, pain sheeting through them when vines ripped through their flesh.  Blood dripped down their hands and faces to the thirsty blooms that eagerly suctioned up the precious liquid. 

“While you may know that your son is a yokai, what you probably didn’t realize—as you were undoubtedly distracted by your plans for me—that like your son,” there was a shimmer and Kurama revealed his true self, “am likewise a yokai.” 

Golden eyes were completely indifferent to the struggles of the screaming, desperate men.  Silver tufted ears flickered in the breeze as it stirred long, silver-gilt hair.  Crossing one lean, elegant leg over the other, Kurama sipped at his drink with every appearance of calm.  The wind playfully set the yokai’s silkily white tunic to fluttering before swirling joyfully among the many colorful flowering plants in the garden.   

“You can’t…do this,” Xing shouted hoarsely.  He tugged mightily, struggling to escape the death-grip the plant had on him.  “I know you…you…you…can’t kill us…we’re fuckin’…humans…!” 

And unexpected voice interjected, “But what is a human?”  Kurama started and shot from his chair.  His ears flattened to his head and his tail lashed side to side before he forcefully stilled it.  His eyes held a distinct wariness before that too was brought under control.  

Koenma strolled into the garden.  He bestowed a bleak smile on the kitsune standing defensively several feet away before switching his attention to the humans.  “Gentlemen, and I use the term loosely, neither of you quite fit that definition.”  From within his tunic, he withdrew a long scroll.  His voice hardened, turning grim.  

“I’ve read the deeds of your many transgressions.  You were the ones that initially raped and addicted Atsuko to drugs.  Your dealing in white slavery has cost many, both male and female, their lives and sanity.  Murder, rape, arson…the list goes on.” 

He paused then said quietly, “But you are quite correct, because of the treaty, Yoko Kurama cannot kill you without suffering consequences.”  He turned a cold, impartial eye on the visibly fuming kitsune.  The air vibrated between the two, indomitable wills almost visible to the desperate humans. 

Then Kurama fell back a step and seemed to deflate.  The plant released the men, allowing them to finally pull away.  

Faces red and terrified, both Xing and Jonh did the only thing that embarrassed and scared men would do…they pulled their guns.   Faces flattening, their true personalities emerged.  

Judging by their twisted faces, Kurama idly wondered if perhaps they had some yokai DNA in their ancestry.  Along with Koenma, he ignored the guns the two humans trained on them.   

For a brief second, Xing wondered why the fucking demon was unafraid.  His finger tightened around the trigger…and time seemed to slow.   It was weird, he thought confusedly, how he could still feel his finger tightening around the trigger but how could that possibly be if the new guy seemed to be casually reaching towards him and Jonh.   

From a distance, he heard someone whisper “But I can…” then darkness stole him away.  

Kurama stared at the two humans lying crumpled on the ground like a pair of broken toys.   Though he did not sense one of the Reapers hovering in the vicinity, still he knew the men were dead.  Slowly he looked at the godling.  While he wasn’t shocked by the seemingly careless manner in which Koenma killed the men, he was admittedly curious. 

Koenma fidgeted under the kitsune’s penetrating eyes, looking everywhere but at the yokai in front of him.  The demand for answers was implicit in the frozen depths of the golden eyes.  Quixotically he wondered if they ever warmed for Yuusuke. 

“As… my father’s heir, I…I never had friends before,” he admitted, looking simultaneously elated and terrified.  “I’ve watched you four over the years, watched you bend the rules, outright break the rules and generally be pain in the asses to each other.  You have willingly sacrificed something for each other, something that would keep your friends safe.”  Pulling himself together, he looked at Kurama with quiet dignity.  

“Yuusuke is my friend, too.  Had you succeeded in killing them, it would have been impossible to hide this from Father and I would have no choice but to uphold the terms of your parole and banished you back to the Makai.”  He looked away from those unusually perceptive eyes.  “I’m allowed to be selfish if I want to!”  He looked defiantly at Kurama before his shoulders slumped.  “Uhm, don’t friends help other friends hide dead bodies, right?  You’ll clean up the mess?”  He gave kitsune a look he had taken pains to copy from Yuusuke. 

“Ah, Koenma…” Kurama sighed with an amused shake of his head.  A breeze ruffled the velvety blossoms of the spectacularly colorful garden.   A thick vine wiggled out from the garden.  It looked and moved like a snake.  It wrapped around the leg of one of the men and began tugging its burden into the garden where it would be used to make rich fertilizer.  Another vine came out and retrieved the other body. 

In moments, the garden began to move.  Thick, meaty sounds of ripping flesh as well as the breaking of bones filled the backyard for several minutes.  Kurama’s plants were inhumanly efficient in what they do.  Then silence fell as the garden resumed its previously beautifully pristine appearance.     

Kurama resumed his human shell and sipped his drink.  “What mess?”  The look of innocently, puzzled confusion sat so well on his face that Koenma was almost fooled and he was there.  He snorted, his lips curving upwards in rueful amusement. 

“Was all that true?  What they did?” Kurama asked quietly, after a few minutes of silence.  His question brought a pall that seemed to even dim the radiant color of the many flowering plants. 

“Worse...” the godling replied grimly. “Yuusuke’s mother was actually thirteen when Xing raped her.  By the time she was sixteen, she was addicted.  It’s a wonder Yuusuke wasn’t born with an addiction as well.” 

The kitsune and godling stared at one another.  The green eyes were cold and merciless.  “He’s never to know…” 

“Of course.”   

 

 

Epilogue

 

Two weeks later, Yuusuke wandered into the living room. 

 

He had a question he had been meaning to ask Kurama for a couple of days.   However, seeing his lover sprawled on the couch and taking his ease, he decided Kurama looked entirely too prim and proper.  Kurama always looked better a little mussed up, he thought cheerfully.  

Straddling the amused kitsune, Yuusuke plucked the newspaper from Kurama’s grasp and sent it flying, thus freeing a pair of hands to grasp the round, delicious pert buttocks that squirmed delicious in his lap.   

“You do know I was reading that?” Kurama said with amused patience.  A light kindled in his eyes, darkening them to jade.  “Now what will I do for entertainment?  Do you have any ideas?” 

Happily, Yuusuke did.  With a merger of taught and innate skills, he began circling his hips, rocking his ass over the rapidly hardening ridge of flesh, hidden beneath lover’s pants.  Unable to hide his reaction, Kurama arched upwards with a growl of pleasure.   It was always like this with them.  A look, a touch led to an inevitable reaction between them.  It sometimes scared him, how entrenched they were into each other.  He couldn’t run the same games or manipulate Yuusuke as the toushin now possessed a distressing ability to read him.  

And knowing that he was loved, feeling his lover’s devotion had brought about a wonderful, yet subtle change in Yuusuke.  With his therapist help he was even taking slow steps—extremely careful steps—towards forging a new relationship with his mother.  They knew they couldn’t go back to undo things, but they could try to move forwards.

Yuusuke was still cocky, snarky and insouciant as ever.  However, there was a softer side that belonged utterly to Kurama….Though he drew the line at anyone else.  They could piss off, he had rudely stated to his very amused lover.  They still had to deal with the old rude, crude and obnoxious Yuusuke.  He didn’t want them get too comfortable, he told Kurama with all seriousness. 

Deciding to indulge his horny little lover, Kurama turned the tables and swiftly had Yuusuke’s pants open and proud, swelling shaft revealed.  Pulling Yuusuke down, he pushed the jeans down past Yuusuke’s hips and began to stroke his hands up and down the bared flesh, pausing to grasp a handful of the ripe, round flesh.  Hands rubbed and fondled before delving between the crease.  Separating the perk cheeks, he allowed a finger to idly toy with the puckered flesh.  The long, narrow finger delicately rubbed, flirting with the rosy, quivering hole.  

He knowingly eyed a flushed Yuusuke.  The toushin was already slick.  As a reward for such well preparedness, he thrust his finger in to the hilt…and he was rewarded by a gasp and moan when his lover arched down then back. 

“Mmm, that’s better…” 

 “For you…”  Disgruntled at having the tables turned on him, Yuusuke feigned a pout.  However, the excited panting as well as his blown, aroused eyes belied his pretend mood as well as the fact that he was eagerly riding the second digit that Kurama had just introduced.  Yuusuke shivered, a high whine spilling from his throat.   Catching the amused eyes, he recalled himself to hand.   Still he couldn’t stop the rolling of his hips, sighing as his insides were simultaneously soothed and aroused.

The sighing moan from above let him know his idea was right.  Slow, sucking kisses accompanied the slow writhing movements Yuusuke had become so good at.  

“Next time, I want you in me,” Kurama sighed, arching up to meet Yuusuke’s downward movements. 

Humming in agreement, Yuusuke circled his hips before rubbing deliciously against the thick shaft that   They groaned before Yuusuke replied breathlessly, “But this is good too.”  At the fingers held to his lips, he slurped noisily.  Holding the bright green eyes, he made it clear that he imagined it was Kurama’s cock he was sucking on.    

“Such a slut…” Kurama’s eyes were half closed, his face flushed with deepening heat.  

Yuusuke’s breath stuttered out.  “Your slut…” he sighed as his eyes fluttered close in torturous pleasure. 

Gold eyes stared up at him.  “You damn well better be,” Kurama growled and smacked Yuusuke’s rump a couple of times to emphasize his point. 

“Mmmm, kinky…”  Yuusuke laughed shakily but didn’t try to hide how aroused the sting of pain made him feel. 

“And you love it,” was the smart reply as Kurama quickly thrust several fingers into his lover’s clutching sheath.  Eyes hot and challenging, he held Yuusuke’s eyes as he steadily drove his fingers into Yuusuke, aiming for that special gland that turned his rough and tough lover into a writhing, mewling slut. 

Hips rolling, Yuusuke rode Kurama’s devilish fingers for all he was worth, giving himself to his lover, showing his pleasure in his cries and writhing of his body.  He didn’t bother to protest his lover’s words as they were the absolute truth.    Besides, as much as he was a slut for Kurama, Kurama was a bitch for him when the tables were turned.  There was nothing more beautiful than to see either silver or red hair flung back by a kitsune in the throes of passion. 

Trembling, he worked his hand back and grasped the thrusting hand, his body rocking with the movement of their joined hands.  He could almost picture the sight he made, crouched over the kitsune and their fingers buried in his body.  That imagine seared inside his brain.  Moaning, imagination adding impetus to the roll of his hips, he writhed atop Kurama before he slid a hand to his drooling cock.  Closing his eyes, he fisted it in time with the expert finger-fucking his ass was the eager recipient.  Breath escaping him hoarsely, mind coming undone on the razor-edge of ecstasy, it only took a few minutes before he was hunching over with a strangled shout.  Cum spewed viscously between his fingers.  Drops speckled his face, dripped from his hair and spotted Kurama’s chest. 

The sight of Yuusuke—so wild and unfettered in the throes of his orgasm—inevitably triggered Kurama’s own release.  He came with a hoarse growl.  Ripples of bliss quaking through him, Yuusuke’s breath caught at the hot splash of fluid on his ass.   He made no demure, only writhe languidly when he felt Kurama rub his ass, massaging cum into his body.  If it made his lover feel better, he had little problem smelling of the kitsune though he prayed Hiei wouldn’t be stopping by in the next couple of hours.  While most yokai were polite and said nothing, Hiei felt discretion was for fools and idiots.  With the designation of friend, he felt he was allowed a great deal of mocking privileges.       

His breathing was ragged, resting atop Kurama’s surprisingly sturdy body.  He tried manfully to ignore the fingers that lazily dipped and fondled his still spasming opening.  He gave a meaningful wiggle before giving the unrepentant kitsune a half-hearted glare.   Kurama knew how sensitive he was back there.  Which was pretty much the point, he admitted with a slight inhalation feeling arousal sting his flesh to renewed interest.  Involuntarily his hips shifted, thrusting back in an effort to capture the teasing digits and force them back inside.  Though now he in the mood for something a lot…thicker.  

His breath escaped him in a sudden whoosh when Kurama suddenly reversed their position.  In short order, his pants were sent flying even as his legs were hoisted and spread over the kitsune’s broad shoulders.  In a last-ditch effort to buy some recovery time, Yuusuke remembered why he had come inside.  

“Hey, what’s up with those big, fuckin’ butt-ugly plants in the backyard?” he yelped frantically, feeling the blunt caress of Kurama’s cock poised at his quivering hole. 

Startled out of his Yuusuke-induced sexual craving, Kurama blinked at his lover and then collapsed in a fit of laughter. 

Watching the normally composed kitsune giggling helplessly, Yuusuke carefully drew away.  “Sheesh!” he muttered, “it ain’t that funny.”

  

 

~End~

 

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