Effigies

Hunger and itching pulled the redhead from his exhausted sleep. He started to move and the heavy weight of his blanket protested. He smiled, squeezing his arms around Yusuke, “It’s time to wake up, my love.”

“Can’t make me,” Yusuke groused, trying to bury himself deeper into the redhead’s chest.

Kurama’s voice filled with teasing, “Are you ticklish?”

Yusuke pushed himself up on his elbows, “You wouldn’t dare.”

“I’m hungry and need a shower. Join me?”

Yusuke frowned and then his stomach protested. “I suppose I can’t claim not to be hungry.”

“Why don’t you want to get up, Yusuke?”

“Would you believe I like the feel of you under me?” The redhead’s expression clearly said “no.” Yusuke sighed, “I hurt.”

Kurama ran a hand up Yusuke’s back, pressing his head down, “Relax a moment and let me rub your back a bit, okay?”

Yusuke sighed and relaxed again into his lover. Kurama’s hands worked on his lower back, easing the tension and soothing away his pain. “You’re good with your hands.”

Kurama chuckled, “And my mouth.”

“No,” Yusuke countered, turning his lips to Kurama’s neck, “you are incredible with your mouth.”

“Shower and I’ll show you a few other things I can do, Yusuke.”

Yusuke sighed and pushed off the redhead, bringing his feet to the floor and standing. He offered his hand to Kurama and the redhead smiled and took his hand, allowing himself to be pulled into Yusuke’s chest. Yusuke’s lips found his while the brunet’s hands wandered his back, cupping his ass. He allowed his hands to travel lower, surprised when Yusuke hissed and pulled away from him. “Yusuke?”

“That hurt. On my ass, not where it hurt before.”

“Let me see,” Kurama stepped back a little and knelt, pushing Yusuke’s hips so the brunet’s ass faced him. It was then he noticed the blood under his nails. He found the eight matching crescent marks and winced. “I think I got a little carried away.”

Yusuke looked over his shoulder, “Well, kiss it and make it better.”

Kurama smiled and bent toward the abused flesh, his tongue gently tracing the marks, first on one side then the other. His lips touched next, butterfly light kisses before he moved closer and began to kiss Yusuke’s ass in earnest, tongue and lips working to taste and feel as much as they could. His hands massaged Yusuke’s hips and the brunet groaned. Kurama sampled lower, his tongue tracing the crease between Yusuke’s ass and legs, following his crack upwards, veering to one side to devour the feast before him and then to the other side, leaving a wet film of saliva over every millimeter of Yusuke’s backside. He rested his forehead against the base of Yusuke’s spine, panting. “Shower. I want to do more, but not till we clean off some.”

Yusuke pulled Kurama’s wrist, guiding the redhead to his feet while he turned. When Kurama was standing again, Yusuke pressed their bodies together, groaning when their erections pressed together. “What more will you do, Kurama?” he asked, his voice dripping with lust.

Kurama kissed Yusuke deeply, his tongue exploring the brunet’s mouth anew. When he pulled back, they both were panting. “I’m going to teach you how to give me a blowjob.”

“Same way you taught me to make love to you?” Yusuke asked, rolling his hips into Kurama.

The redhead nodded, “I’ve found it to be the best way to teach certain skills.”

“I think I may need a few practice sessions.”

Kurama pushed the brunet, forcing him to walk backwards, “Shower, now.” Kurama kept Yusuke’s body pressed to his as he set the water temperature and started the shower.

“Are you always this eager, Kurama?” Yusuke asked, laughing.

“Only when the object of my desire is in such easy reach and so deliciously unclothed. How could I resist?” He turned Yusuke so the brunet faced the water and began rubbing his body, adding soap as he kissed Yusuke’s neck.

“I knew you wanted me for my body,” Yusuke groused as he wriggled into Kurama’s touch.

“What more is there?” Kurama teased back.

“My winning personality,” Yusuke replied, his head resting on Kurama’s shoulder.

“You’re kindness, strength, courage,” Kurama added as his hands massaged Yusuke’s abdomen.

“You know how to make me feel good, Kurama.” The brunet turned to face him, “And I don’t mean with your body or my body. I mean you make me feel good about myself.”

“I love you, Yusuke. You mean a lot to me, more than I could ever say.”

Yusuke sighed happily, “I love you, too.” He groaned when Kurama’s hands wandered lower, caressing his erection with soapy strokes, one hand wandering lower to massage his balls. Kurama continued massaging after all the soap washed away, kissing Yusuke’s shoulder as the brunet brought one arm over to hold his head.

“Yusuke?” Kurama asked, leaning his head on the brunet’s shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“What were you going to ask me?”

“Oh, uh, I have an answer already.” Kurama could feel the heat rising off Yusuke’s face.

“Tell me anyway,” Kurama pressed.

“I…uh…was going to ask if there was anyway I could get deeper in you while you made love to me. You seemed to enjoy my fingers so much and it seemed like you were trying to get them deeper…” Yusuke’s voice trailed off.

“You want to try playing with toys, too?”

Yusuke nodded, “Means you need to show me more.”

“I don’t know. That’s a lot of lessons, Yusuke. Are you sure you’re up for it?”

Yusuke hummed a moment in thought and then, “I dunno. I think I may be up for it.” He rolled his hips into Kurama’s hands. “Is my teacher up for it?”

“As long your teacher is rewarded for his efforts,” Kurama replied, gently squeezing Yusuke’s balls.

Yusuke groaned, “Think that can be arranged.” He turned in Kurama’s arms, “Let me wash you and then show me, okay?” Not waiting for an answer, Yusuke pushed the laughing redhead in front of him. He reached for the soap, keeping the redhead in his arms, which made Kurama laugh more as he was pushed around a little. “Let’s see if I have this down,” he muttered as he rubbed his hands together to make them foamy. “Something like this,” he mused, his hands going to Kurama’s chest while his lips brushed Kurama’s shoulder blades, the redhead’s height making it a little more difficult for him to reach the top of his shoulders comfortably.

“Yes, that’s very good,” Kurama sighed as he wrapped his hands behind Yusuke and held onto the brunet’s hips. Yusuke’s hands began wandering lower more quickly than the redhead wanted so he added, “The key is to go slowly and enjoy yourself.”

Yusuke got the hint and slowed down, massaging Kurama’s chest with strokes that alternated between firm and gentle. Very softly, he asked, “Like this?”

Kurama groaned, “Yes, wonderfully like that.” He sighed and relaxed against Yusuke’s body as much as he could. He sighed and groaned in pleasure as Yusuke’s hands continued down his chest and over his abdomen. Yusuke’s fingers worked in small circles, tracing paths along Kurama’s firm stomach and lower. Yusuke took his time washing the hair at the base of the redhead’s shaft when Kurama began what sounded like purring, a low rumbling in his chest. Yusuke widened his circles, brushing the base of Kurama’s partially erect shaft, listening to Kurama moan and purr as he became harder. Kurama’s fingers flexed against Yusuke’s ass as the brunet began caressing the redhead’s erection with one hand while his other hand wandered lower and fondled the heavy weight of his balls. “So good,” Kurama sighed.

“Glad you approve,” Yusuke replied, somewhere between a tease and a sigh. “Kurama?” he asked softly.

“Hmm?” the redhead replied.

“Make love to me again?” He loosed his hold while the redhead turned to look at him. Before Kurama could say anything, he continued, “I really really liked it, but I want you to make love to me again so I can completely enjoy everything you do to me without …” his voice trailed off.

“Without memories threatening you?” Kurama asked softly, wrapping his arms around his lover.

“Yeah.” Yusuke rested his head on Kurama’s shoulder.

The redhead pulled Yusuke close to him and slid one hand down his back and between his cheeks, seeking out his hole. At Yusuke’s slight hiss of pain, he pulled back. “I don’t think it’s a good idea right now, Yusuke. Your body isn’t ready for more yet.” Yusuke looked ready to protest, but Kurama cut him off, “It hurt with just my finger, it’s going to be worse if we go farther. Tomorrow should be okay, though.”

Yusuke wilted against his lover, “But, I want…”

Kurama cut him off by lifting his head, “I said I was going to teach you how to give me a blow job, didn’t I?” Yusuke nodded, looking uncertain. “We’re both clean now. Do you want to learn in here or in bed?” Yusuke’s stomach growled loudly. “Or after we eat?” Kurama added with a laugh.

Yusuke cut off Kurama’s laugh with a kiss, pulling the redhead against his mouth and sliding his tongue in. Kurama welcomed the intrusion, encouraging it as he guided Yusuke to the floor. When he’d laid Yusuke against the side of the tub, Kurama began exploring the brunet’s neck again, gently this time. Yusuke relaxed into the touch, the kisses, his arms caressing Kurama’s back as the warm water continued to hit the redhead. Kurama pulled back to truly look at Yusuke’s throat, “I did get a bit carried away.”

Yusuke tipped his chin, “What do you mean?”

Kurama ran his finger over the edges of the marks on Yusuke’s neck, “I mean your neck is pretty much one big bruise. I’m sorry.”

“Why? I’m not.” Yusuke’s eyes went to Kurama’s neck. “If it makes you feel better, you’ve got a few choice marks, too.” He reached up to trace the marks on the redhead’s pale throat. Yusuke slipped his hand behind Kurama’s neck and pulled him back down. “I love you, now finish what you started.”

“Was that an order?” Kurama teased.

“No, but I’m sure I could manage if you want.” Yusuke’s arms went around the redhead, “Please, Kurama. I need you.”

Kurama allowed himself to be pulled down, “Need me? It feels good to be needed.” He nuzzled into Yusuke’s neck, bringing his lips under the brunet’s ear, “I need you, too. I love you and I don’t want to stop touching you, ever.” He kissed down Yusuke’s neck and along his shoulder before beginning down his chest. Each kiss was light and devouring at the same time, seeming to reach below the skin and caress the soul beneath. Yusuke sighed in pleasure, his body relaxing under his lover’s gentle ministrations.

Kurama’s lips traced paths that burned through Yusuke’s body, circling one nipple and then trailing across to the other, avoiding each nub. Yusuke’s hands came up to guide the redhead where he wanted and Kurama pinned his hands by his sides, continuing on his teasing trails down the brunet’s body. Yusuke squirmed and Kurama followed each motion, keeping his mouth where he wanted it, not the brunet. “Kurama,” Yusuke whined.

“Trust me, Yusuke,” he whispered as he followed the boy’s breastbone down to the lower border of his ribs.

“You can be down right evil, when you have a mind to,” Yusuke groused, the pleasured noises he couldn’t stop belying the harshness of the tone he tried to use.

Kurama chuckled as he traced Yusuke’s ribs and then down his abdomen, tracing the lines of the muscles that quivered under his lips. “Are you really complaining? I can stop if you want me to.”

Yusuke whined as Kurama’s lips obliquely missed his navel and began a path to his hip joint. “Please don’t stop.”

Kurama rubbed his head against Yusuke’s stomach, nuzzling him, “I won’t stop.” His lips picked up on his path and continued their way to the juncture between Yusuke’s leg and body. He could feel the brunet’s pulse under his lips as he kissed and licked at the joint.

“Please, Kurama, please.” Need was clearly evident in the brunet’s voice as his body shuddered under the redhead’s exploration.

Kurama kissed a short path and used his tongue to fondle Yusuke’s balls. The brunet whined and lifted his hips. Kurama took the temptation and opened his mouth wide, taking in as much as he could. His tongue worked on the flesh, rippling and swallowing, drawing out exquisite cries from Yusuke. Kurama rolled his eyes up and saw Yusuke rolling his head side to side, his eyes closed, his face flush. He let the tempting treasure out of his mouth and trailed his tongue up Yusuke’s angry red shaft, drawing a choked scream from his lover. Without further teasing, he took Yusuke’s shaft down to the root. The brunet froze, panting, while Kurama slowly drew back, his tongue dancing intricately along the underside of Yusuke’s shaft. He pulled back until just the head was in his mouth and he swallowed around it before taking the entire length into his mouth again. This time, Yusuke screamed, his body arching into Kurama’s mouth as he tried to crawl into that warm heat. Yusuke set a quick rhythm, drawing back and thrusting forward into Kurama’s mouth while the redhead matched his enthusiasm, his tongue working on touching every part of Yusuke’s shaft it could. Yusuke’s hips jerked and his shaft pulsed in Kurama’s mouth, filling the redhead with more than he could hold. Kurama desperately tried to swallow everything when Yusuke managed to pull him up, off his shaft and into a deep, tonguey kiss.

Gradually, Yusuke’s body relaxed and his kiss eased back. Kurama was finally able to pull back enough to catch his breath. The redhead rested his forehead on Yusuke’s, his wet hair hanging heavily around them while they both panted. “You’re amazing,” Yusuke panted out.

“So are you,” Kurama returned. Yusuke’s stomach growled, echoed by the redhead’s. “Let’s go eat, then we can see what you remember. But, I don’t expect you to get so far down on me.”

“What do you mean?” Yusuke asked, moving to sit up more comfortably.

“Here,” Kurama said, offering Yusuke his finger. The brunet looked puzzled but opened his mouth. Kurama slid the finger in and tapped the roof of Yusuke’s mouth lightly. The brunet gagged. “It takes a little practice to get over that.” Yusuke looked about to say something, when Kurama covered his mouth, “Later, I promise, but not right now, please. I love you and that’s what matters more.” Yusuke nodded, his eyes a little wary. “I love you, Yusuke. Please don’t be angry with me.” Kurama sat back on his heels, looking at his knees, his hands folded in his lap.

“I’m not angry, Kurama. I just want to know. I’m not big on secrets.”

Kurama looked at the wall, “Hiei.” He looked back at Yusuke, his eyes going to the brunet’s chest, “Hiei and I used each other when we needed release.”

“But, you don’t love him?” Yusuke’s voice was neutral.

“It’s more that he doesn’t love me. I don’t love him the same way I love you, but I do love him, in a way. The way you love a friend.”

Yusuke lifted Kurama’s chin with a gentle finger, “It’s okay.”

Kurama’s eyes were wide. He’d been expecting jealousy from his lover. “Okay?”

“Kurama, I know you’re a kitsune. I know that. I know kitsune need sex. It’s okay.” He shrugged, “Besides, I kinda love the runt the same way, too.”

Kurama hugged Yusuke fiercely, “You’re amazing, you know that?”

“I’ve heard that before,” Yusuke laughed, wrapping his arms around the redhead. He pushed Kurama back, “Tell me, though. I know it can make you sick to abstain, what about him?”

Kurama sat back on his heels, “How do you know that?”

“You’re not the only one who can do research. Answer me, Kurama.”

“He functions better with regular release, yes,” the redhead’s answer was careful.

“Does he have anyone else he can turn to?”

“What are you aiming at, Yusuke?” Kurama eyed his lover as if he were a stranger.

“I’m not sure entirely,” Yusuke confessed, “But, if Hiei needs sex every so often and I know it’s hard for him to trust anyone…” Before he could finish, there was a knock on the door.

“Dinner will be ready soon, boys.”

Brown and green eyes went wide as color flooded both their faces. Kurama managed to answer, “Yes, Mother,” as they scrambled to their feet. “We’ll talk later, Yusuke. I’ll walk you home and we’ll finish this, okay?”

“Good idea.” Yusuke reached over and shut off the water while Kurama grabbed them towels. As they stood wrapped in towels, Yusuke grabbed Kurama’s wrist, “What I’m aiming at is that if he needs you, it’s okay with me.”

“Yusuke?” Kurama squeaked out.

Yusuke’s grin turned a little lecherous, “I’m not opposed to sharing, maybe even sharing together.”

Kurama’s eyes bugged, “Yusuke? Did you just propose a threesome?”

Yusuke thought a moment, “Yeah, I guess I did.”

“Pervert!”

“And this from you!” Yusuke pulled Kurama against his chest, “You’re mine, but I’m not opposed to sharing what’s mine. Besides, you enjoy living things to toys anyways.”

Kurama’s face was red, “Yes, but I wasn’t going to bring up a threesome.”

Yusuke sighed, “I love you, and that means all of you, right?” Kurama nodded, his face careful, “All of you includes the part Hiei needs, right?” Kurama nodded again, still careful. “Is it bad that I want that part, too?”

“Not bad, Yusuke, just unexpected.” Before anything else could be said, Kurama stepped away, “We need to get dressed and get downstairs. We’ll talk more when I walk you home.”