The Love of a Warrior

The Love of a Warrior!
NGM

To celebrate my buying of the KandY Doujinshi~! Nyaa, this is first person, which is something I really don’t do, but, I’ve given it my one, and only shot. T_T; Hopefully it’s IC.

Warnings: NC-17, a few times, actually. ^_^; Not mine, Togashi’s. Ano, Uhh… it’s pretty NC-17 ^_^;;; Uhh, told from Kuwabara’s point of view. Yes, it’s yaoi. Deal!

And, actually, I’m using some quotes from the American-dub of YYH, even though its funimation, they let Kuwabara’s undying love for Urameshi blaze through. I’ll point them out, if you guys can’t pick them up already… (If need be). Those also don’t belong to me, but they’re all under neutral territory, i.e. “_”  right in between those fuckers. So there. It’s still yours, they just happen to be in between the uh… “_” on my computer. G’fa ha ha ha!

This is told from Kuwa’s point of view… XD

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Call me what you will.

I’m beyond caring. I’m eighteen years old... I’ve suffered with this, with flashes of lust at seeing battle bruised flesh. With images of a raging body twisting with passion beneath my own. I want to see him howl with need, scream, beg, cry just for me to touch him.
Mmm… It’s really way too easy to undress him with my eyes; he certainly has never made it too difficult…

I know that’s fucked up. Isn’t it.

I don’t know if I love him.
Fuck… I know I do…. But as much as I do, I want him more.

Oh God, since I knew what ‘fucking’ was, I’ve wanted him.

Heated summer nights in my room alone with him, having to hold back throwing him into my wall, my bed, the floor, a chair, my desk, my door, anything, making him mine. Chilly winter evenings, wanting to pull him into my lap, and make him warm, from the inside out, let him know how scorching my want…my *need* for him is.

When I was in my early teens I was sure that there was something wrong with me. And I blamed him, because it was he I wanted. I wanted to violate him, for making me wrong, different, fucked up. I wanted to bruise him, and somehow, be able to kiss them better, lap at the wounds I caused, because he made me love him.

Four years later and nothing has changed...

If anything, I’ve just gotten more aggressive in my pursuits… and a little less wanting to beat the hell outta him.

I’ve watched him go from an arrogant little punk… to this sexy fuck that both men and women want to make their own. Even demons are smitten with him, but they’ve got another thing coming. He’s mine, and I don’t care who thinks they’re claimin’ him.

Mine.

Toguro can put his hand straight through my chest, through my heart! And I’ll make sure I’m still alive enough to make sure everyone is *sure* that Urameshi is mine!!
I’d let Rando break every bone in my body, and would still have the life in me to tell him that Urameshi belongs to me. I’ll let… God, I don’t even care. I’d get my ass kicked a thousand times over, and proudly stand… let them know who my heart belongs to.

Stupid Urameshi. You’re so mine…

I’ve watched him split out of t-shirts, tear out of pants, his uniforms repeatedly tattered, leaving less and less to the imagination. His body makes my head spin, not tall, but not short. Not rail thin, but not husky, he’s got hips, he’s got an ass I could cry over, taut muscles beneath light olive skin, sheens of sweat making him look like a golden prize.

And he’s a demon; I should have figured that no human ever could look as breathtaking as he does. I can’t begin to tell you what kind of passion he stirs within my soul...

Almost nineteen and I’m lusting after my best friend.

It’s our senior year of High School this year (we actually went on to make up what we missed...) His mom, bless her drunk soul, has forced him to finish up. (Because she didn’t, because ‘she got pregnant and had to drop out because she has a responsibility, so she played the guilt card) I finished up well because, my sister bitched. A *lot*.

First time I actually like a drunk, besides my sister... eh... and eh…uh… so…

I see him in Gym class, which is my favorite subject; chatting with people he knows fear him, being haughty, because he knows he can get away with it.

And I’ll stand silent, next to him, watching the hand on his hip, or the way he grins in such a way that it makes the other’s flinch.
By the end, he’s only with me, and I’ll be damned if I don’t make it clear that he and I get to be paired up in those fuckin’ exercises.

Can you even imagine what it’s like to be leaning over him, with your hands on his knees while he’s doing sit ups?

Eyes lidded, abdomen tightening and breath coming quickly with each repetition? Almost like a husky pant, beads of sweat rolling down his temples… Even the smell that comes off of him is erotic.

I make sure I go first, so he can’t see how fucking aroused I get every time he looks up at me with that intense look in his eyes, oh the time’s I’ve shuddered close to orgasm, in front of all of those retards in our class…

Maybe he knows that I get hard over him, on a daily basis.

He flirts.

Maybe he doesn’t even know that he is.

In gym class, in those short navy blue shorts and the white t-shirt that is a little too short and a little too small. Why do they have us wear them anyway? Fucking teachers must be perverts… but s’not like I mind…

But he tortures me. I’m almost positive he does it on purpose.

But…like, the way he stands (sometimes, and I do go outta my way to tell him it’s like a chick), one hand on his hip, the other gesturing while he talks, or arms crossed, leaning on one leg more than the other, like he’s being impatient, and he is, lemme tell you.
I shake it off in front of him, but when we shower after class, I go to the last stall.

They know not to fuck with me, so I’m fine. That’s my stall. It’s got the tallest shower head, and it’s the farthest away.

Lucky me.

Yuusuke always comes with me, to the stall next to, so we can share that girly shampoo his mom buys, and talk about the next bullshit that Koenma-sama is sending us out to do, if any.

Or if Kurama and Hiei are fucking yet. (And that’s a huge debate, but I’m voting no, only because Hiei’s too stupid.)

But… in the silent moments when we’re rinsing our hair or whatever….

When we’re the last ones, because we can be.

When all I can hear is the water pattering against the floor, or over his body, the sound of the suds being washed down the drains, the way he sorta lets out these exhausted little moans… That’s when it happens.

That leads to the gym-class fantasy.

In these very locker-room showers, cleaning up, and it’s just me an’ Urameshi here, an he’s soaping himself up, or down, or whatever, rinsing out the shampoo that makes our hair smell like green apples, or peaches, depending on the day.

Of course, everyone else is gone... or maybe there are still some others in the further stalls, listening to what we’re talking about… Hell if I care either way.

Often, during these cones of silence, I catch him humming that ‘anbanrasu’ song he usually sings while we’re all smashed, or that ‘eberu-bodii’ song he butchered back before that Music-Battle we were forced into. (Of course, I was the only one who could play an instrument. Don’t mess with the great Kuwabara Kazuma when he’s beating away on his drums.)

But he’s still rinsing and I’m watching. And I do, but I never do it to a point in which he notices. All I know is that now I’m right there behind him, just… appraising his body.
Like I don’t do that anyway.
And I’ve seen enough to get a pretty goddamned decent image of what he looks like naked… but I’m still waiting for that day…

I just see him, nothing else, the suds running down his skin…he sways a little caught in his humming, clearly not noticing me, and as soon as he shakes out his hair, my hands are on his hips, mingling with the leftovers of his shampoo, gliding my palms over his heated skin.

He goes rigid for a moment, and I can feel him tense and prepare to blow a hole through someone with his Rei-gan, but he hesitates, somehow pausing, because he knows it’s me… My head dropping to his shoulder, my lips hot against his neck.

I almost moan as I hear him let out a shuddered breath, his head falling forward, hands splaying against the tiles of the shower, as if… he’s giving himself to me. Letting me touch him, because he wants it…

Does he want it?

My hands move from his hips to the tops of his thighs, sweeping closer and closer towards his groin, and I peek over his shoulder, my mouth still fixed on his throat, I can feel his pulse throbbing under my lips.

And he’s raging, red tipped, pointing towards the sky like some holy phallic symbol hard.

I wanna make sure he knows how badly I want him… So I gyrate my hips forward, the head of my dick slipping across his slick skin, barely jabbing him where he’s never been jabbed before.

No man’s land.

I lean more forward and he spreads his legs a bit, pushing his back into me, cheek pressed into the tiles, his eyes half closed.

He lets out a soft moan as my hands ghost in between his thighs and he arches forward, his cheeks a vibrant shade of pink, almost alarmed, like he wasn’t sure if I was going to touch him, and he arches back, hitching his breath and gasping quietly.

I wrap my fist around his aching arousal and hear my name come from between his lips, and I almost cum right at that spot. My name. Kazuma. Moaned past perfect lips, voice hoarse…. My God.

I can hear us both panting, almost like I’m watching this from afar, and it’s so hot I wanna be able to crawl out of my skin. I turn him around so he’s facing me, and the looking his eyes is unmistakable. He’s afraid. He’s afraid like he was when I get my ass kicked in a fight, like… when he thought I died. I guess maybe I was too unconscious to ever see this. I know… and this still drives me nuts to this day... I know that it’s always been me. The one to make him peak. The one to make him push harder. I’ve never seen him really cry… like he did for me…

I say nothing to him, but lean down, pushing him into the shower wall and touching my lips to his. Breathing life back in.

May all the Gods be damned. It should have been me.

The next thing I know, we’re furiously kissing, and I will admit, I’ve never really made out with anyone before. But… I think this is it. No, I’m sure it is. I can taste the lingering cigarettes on his tongue, our breaths mingling as we pant into one another.

He lifts a leg up around my hip, wordlessly giving himself to me, and I gladly oblige, pushing him up the wall, and hooking his other leg around my waist, his arms curl around my shoulders and he pants into my ear for me to fuck him.

“Oh…Yuusuke...”
“What?”

…

To my horror, I cock my head in the direction of his voice, and see Urameshi glancing over the wall of my shower-stall. Yelping, I run to the side, blocking his view with the back of my head, my arms waving in a frantic-gesture of ‘go away!!!’ before he can see that I’ve been, once again, jerking off and day-dreaming at the same time. …In the shower. At school.

“Ne… fool… What’s going on, eh?”

He was smirking, I could hear it. Oh Gods, he must know.

I refused to answer.

And I could feel him smirking still. I closed my eyes, because I would absolutely not let myself get embarrassed… further. Or caught.

My hands pressed against the flimsy stall wall, I waited to hear the squeak of his faucets being turned so I could take care of myself, and play it off as some mistake on his part… But I heard nothing. And as the time continued to drag on, I got more and more paranoid, more nervous. The water was pattering on my legs and feet and I could feel every single drop, as if they were all mocking me as well.

Suddenly, those drops were gone, and I snapped my eyes open, face-to-face with my naked best friend.

I could hear nothing but my own heartbeat throbbing in my ears, my cock still standing straight up. When I could re-focus my eyes, I saw him smirking, then his gaze drop down, deliberately, so I could watch him.

In the back of my mind, I had this horrifying vision that he was going to snap my dick right off.

But he didn’t. I watched him, and I could feel the sweat rolling down my temple… down my cheek, barely breathing, because this just… this couldn’t be fucking good.

To my surprise, he hesitated for a moment, his fingers tracing my chest, over five little scars right before my ribcage, I watched him shut his eyes for a moment and lean forward, kissing each one, as if, his lips would heal them.

I’ll be damned if they didn’t.

His mouth on my chest, not my cock, not my neck or lips or anything, just there made me let out a soft moan. I… I was… and still am actually pretty fucking surprised to find out how upset he was.

Kurama told me.
Botan did too, almost crying herself.

We were rivals turned friends…and I knew that I cared for him, God, did I know…Almost sure he cared about me too… No, I was, but I had to keep telling myself that he didn’t, or I’d get myself carried away. Like I get with Yukina-chan… But while I was lying in that puddle of my own blood, listening to him wail for me… I… Something changed…

I touched his cheek, pulling his face close to mind, and just kissed him. It wasn’t one of those intensely hot, passionate kinds of kisses. Just my lips against his. He wasn’t shocked or anything, but his hand came up and touched my other cheek, and we held our faces together, exchanging an unbalanced kiss… Or maybe it was balanced.

All I know is that when we pulled apart, his breath was coming faster, and his cheeks were flushed, but I could tell, that so were mine.

How long had we put this off for? How long did we keep this charade up?

My eyes flicked over his face, his shoulders, chest, hips, legs, feet… groin, where he proved to be matching me, quite impressively (but of course, no one, not even the sexy Urameshi could compete with my sexual prowess) We touched lips again, his hands moving up over my chest, gripping my shoulders as he just barely brushed his body against mine. And I went rigid. I mean, more rigid than before. Literally. He felt like silk against me.

I pulled him closer, my arms tight around his body, our mouths pressed hotly together, trying to devour the other’s soul through kisses.

Our gym-teacher, in his almighty wisdom decided this, of course would be the best time to make sure we were all cleaned up and done. So he banged on one of the shower-stalls, hollering at the rest of the boys in the room. Of course, it was only Urameshi and Me, so you could imagine my horror.

Luckily, the gym-teachers aren’t allowed in the showers while there are naked pupils… so he saw nothing. But it was enough to give me a small heart attack.

We pulled apart, his chocolate eyes darker than usual. Face flushed. All because of me.

I don’t think I’ve ever wanted him so badly.
I leaned down to kiss him again and he turned his face to the side, a sly smirk on his face, arching his hips up against mine.
I saw no… malice in his eyes, just… just lust. Maybe love? No, I couldn’t give that to myself right now. This was overkill enough.

I didn’t even notice the soft moan that escaped my lips as he arched up against me again, murmuring into my ear.

“I have detention today…”
“You gonna ditch?”
“No…”

And with that, he pulled away from me, darting back into his shower stall to grab his towel and shampoo, before running (and slipping) back to the locker rooms.

I stood there for a minute before shuddering, reaching down to jerk myself off, for only a few seconds, then shuddered with my release. (I probably didn’t even *need* to jerk off!) I rinsed off again, bringing some of my seed-coated fingers to my mouth to clean them off.
Sorry, it’s force of habit.

I wrapped my towel around my waist, and padded out, at my own pace. Flushed and satisfied. I could have screamed, but I was already in enough tr-

“Kuwabara Kazuma!!!”
“Eh?!”
“What took you so long!?”
“Uhh…”
“Detention!!!”

I would have cursed, but ended up grinning, patting my teacher on the shoulder as I walked by.

“Heh-Heh… thanks.”
“Er… it better not happen again Kuwabara!” My gym teacher grumbled, with a bit of… well, maybe shock. Oh yah. He was. Shit, no one likes detentions more than me.
Especially today.

The rest of the day, (and there were only two sessions left) we acted as if nothing had happened at all, though I couldn’t stop replaying the moment in my mind… It actually happened, *something* actually happened…! We sat in our classes, throwing shit at people, or sleeping. Though, the whole time I was twitchy with anticipation. It seriously was the first time I was ever really excited to get in trouble.

When our final class finished, the only people that stayed were Yuusuke, some stupid punk kid, and me. Before the teacher had come in to keep an eye on us, my demonic, dead sexy friend had exchanged ‘words’ with the kid. Now, this is always fun to watch. Yuusuke sat on his desk, and explained a few things, some I couldn’t hear. A moment before the teacher came in; Urameshi came back over and sat on the desk I was sitting next to.

What happened next was priceless.

The kid paled, and started to panic, then discreetly tried to get up and leave, fear in his eyes. The teacher threw open the door, and the kid trampled him. Teacher freaked out, started running after the kid, and Yuusuke, in his sexy glory just got up, walked to the door, and locked it. I smirked from my desk, and clapped, smirk widening as be bowed.

He smirked in response, and glided over, sitting on my desk, his eyes sparking as his smirk increased.

My eyes flicked over his body, and I could feel my cheeks pink a bit, but that didn’t matter. He… he wanted me. Holy crap, I still can’t believe this. He wanted to… he wanted me! Yatta! I’m the freakin’ *man*!

Yuusuke tilted his head back by the door.
“Should be gone for a little bit…”
“Wanna leave?”
“…hmm… no. Not yet.”

I arched an eyebrow, wondering why the hell he wanted to be alone with me, in our Literature classroom, but said nothing.

He dropped his gaze back to me, and sat spread eagle, right in front of me, legs spread wide enough to have each of his legs handing off the opposite sides of my desk. I flushed, and I know I did. (Well shit, wouldn’t you?!) Deciding not to be the nervous one, I dropped my cheek against his thigh, arms curling around his waist to pull him closer to me. I felt, once again, his back go rigid, but his hands drifted comfortably onto my shoulders, one trailing up to tangle in my hair.

I *love* it when people touch my hair. And not a lot of people do. But I still like it.

I looked up at him, and he was flushed. And shit, I’d know why too. If someone as sexy as me, had their face on your thigh, I think you’d be blushing as well. Fool.
I tilted my head back, and pulled his down, kissing his lips a little, his mouth instantly quirking into a faint smirk-like smile. His fingers continued to run through my hair, and I subtly (well, maybe not as subtle as I would have liked) pulled him into my lap, our kissing becoming a little more intense.

We pulled apart, and I smiled against his lips, and… I dunno. I was just so happy. Horny. But happy. It was such… a breath-taking feeling.

To… feel love. Not saying it, or watching it. Feeling it. To feel his need and passion, his want.

To feel his body grinding down on my dick.

Mmm. Love is great.

His hands gripped my shoulders tightly… (Oh God, this is how one of my other fantasies start… But in our math classroom… Gah, I hate math. But… I digress.) And I watched him through near-closed eyes, as he ground down onto me, mouth open with want.

Oh God. If he makes this face every time he’s aroused, I… I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle it. He looks like… I don’t even know. Something… like seeing two really gorgeous people fuck, Haru Wo Daite-style… (yes, yes… I own it! It’s a fuckin’ great series, I have a whole new respect for AV actors!!!) And someone you’ve loved forever panting your name. I know that’s hard to explain. But if those two… situations bred and had kids? That’s how I’d be able to describe him.

I push my hips up against him, my arms tightly around his waist, pulling him down so we can grind together, and I have to drop my head to his shoulder, if I keep watching, I’m going to cum, and this’ll be over way too quickly.

One of his hands fumbles between his legs, trying to unbuckle his belt, or mine, I can’t even tell at this point, and suddenly, a bang knocks us both out of our sexual reverie, another bang followed and our heads snapped to the classroom door.

In the blink of an eye, Yuusuke leapt from my lap, into the seat next to me, and the detention teacher unlocked the door with his keys, face red with rage over the fact that it had been locked.

He apparently yelled at us for a bit, but I hadn’t noticed, I was probably more fucking furious than *he* was, after being interrupted. The dumbass teacher took his seat at the desk, and I shook my head, growling beneath my breath (luckily far enough away from the bastard that he couldn’t hear it…) but I was not happy, and by the looks of it, Yuusuke wasn’t thrilled either… However, I gave myself the chance to recuperate (much to my chagrin) and just *think*.

For real, *think*. This really happened. I could pinch myself and, it would hurt. I really just was kissing the shit outta Urameshi, with him on my *lap* of all places, and he was *actually* kissing me back.

He likes me?

Holy SHIT! Urameshi likes me!!!

I…I don’t think I’ve ever grinned this hard, time actually flew by, instead of dragging ass, but I had my eyes focused on my desk, not even doodlin’ or lookin’ at Yuusuke or anything… That shithead-with-bad-timing got up, and announced that Urameshi and me could leave, and we did, quite quickly too. It was about 4:30 when we left the room and I really… wasn’t sure what to do then. I mean…

“Kuwa…”

Blinking, I actually felt a bit nervous as I looked over at him, but he was all smiles, you know, that sly smile, like he’s plotting something.

“Yeah…?” *That* was a bit huskier than I had originally intended…

I heard a little chuckle, then felt an arm go around my waist, Yuusuke leaning against my shoulder as we headed down the hall.

“You busy…?”
”What’dya mean?”
“Chh… c’mon, I mean, you got any plans for right now…?”
“Noo…” But I’d *like* to make some…
“Well, I do, but it’s gonna involve you an’ me, back at your place.”
“My place?”
“Is there an echo in here?”

I snorted, and grinned at him a little, feeling that heat return to my cheeks… amongst other places, and he just grinned wider, folding his arms behind his head as we kept walking-- I didn’t even notice that we’d made it to my place, my mind just keeps racing… It’s crazy. I want him so badly, I really, REALLY do, and I think I might actually…

“Is Shizuru home?”
“Uhh… Probably not, but… Lemme just head in first… alright…?”

Ah shit, fumbling for my keys in my pocket, I headed up the stairs of my apartment building, glad that I was first and Yuusuke was following, if I had to look at his ass, I’m not sure I would have made it *to* my apartment, but I did have to adjust myself a few times, and walking up the stairs when you’ve been hard (it seems) for some time, really isn’t fun.

“Hurry up…” I heard him growl, and my eyebrow arched, that was… odd. I could actually feel him behind me, and as I reached the top of the stairs, I paused, feeling him bump into my back, and instantly wrap his arms around my torso. “Don’t make me repeat myself…”

Leaning back, I smirked, then started to walk, dragging him to the door as I shoved my key in, and turned the lock, brushing him offa me before I stepped in, slipping outta my shoes.

“Shiza…?”

Nothing.

Excellent!

Whipping around, I went to throw the door open to call Urameshi in, but he *was* already in, kicking off his shoes, reaching behind to click the lock.

“Not here?”
“Uhh… nope.”
“Great…”

That look, that suddenly fell over his face made me feel like… prey. Which is REALLY weird, since technically he should be *MY* prey… But, I ain’t gonna complain, I still am not sure if this is real… And… I’m really not sure what to say right this second… I just know what I wanna *do*.

“Uhh…”
“C’mon, stop standin’ around like an idiot, will ya…?” I heard Urameshi murmur as he walked by me, shedding his green uniform jacket on the couch as he headed towards my room. I turned slowly, sorta in a daze at this point; I’d had so many dreams like this… In fact, a strange fact, I’ve had dreams about Urameshi Yuusuke since I first met him. (Meanin’, since the first time we fought…)
…Which means I’ve been dreamin’ about Urameshi for a loooong time... First it started with us just fightin’, like, I would dream of the moves I would use the next day, real clever, dunno how I did it, but I guess it’s part of the reiki abilities or whatever. And then it started… evolving, I guess… Well, I know, but, that just fueled the fire. I really, *really* wanted to beat him up, even if I was still pretty busted up from the day before… Chh… I remember one time, perfectly.

The time I realized I really did fuckin… I dunno, at least… not hate Urameshi…

***Flashback***

“That’s Zero wins and 47 losses.”
“You should take it easy…”
“He’s stronger than the devil…”

Chh…
“I know how strong he is! I know better than anybody… but men don’t give up on dreams.” *

These fellas won’t ever get it… Winning’s never been the real reason I fight him…

“So you’re gonna go fight him again?”
“I’m a real man, aren’t I?!”

***
Before I knew it, I was locking the door behind myself, blinking at Yuusuke as he dropped his belt to the floor, not that I minded… (If it were a different situation, I probably *woulda* minded…) And I swallowed, this suddenly got way more… for real…

“Kuwa… I gotta tell you something…”

Words, really didn’t feel like working for me, big surprise, right? But I rotated around Urameshi, and sat down heavily on my bed, it squeaking a little beneath my weight… Holy crap… It was starting to get dark outside, and there were no lights on in my room, only the sorta hazy pinkish, orangish,yellow of dusk, right before the blue of night sets in… Urameshi looked… so surreal. I had to pinch myself, (and I actually did) to make sure this was happening… (And it *was*! Heheh! Yes!!!)

“Yeah…?” I *finally* managed, finding it a little difficult to breathe as he approached. I shifted my weight back to my arms, eyes lidding a bit as I tried to make a permanent imprint of Urameshi on my corneas. Man, that’d be too perfect, huh…

He just grinned at me, and stood between my legs, bumping against my mattress as his hands dropped to my shoulders.

“Uhh…” Was pretty much all I could utter, this was almost… paralyzing, my room felt so hot, my clothing felt so foreign and itchy, this uniform sucked! As if he could read my mind, I felt the aforementioned ripped from my shoulders, I flinched, but only faintly, the sound of the fabric splitting in two was loud, but pleasant at the same time… Plus the air on my skin felt nice.

Yuusuke, on my skin though, that felt a whole, *whole* lot better.

He leant forward, and hesitated just a few inches before my face, eyeing me, which sorta made me a little uncomfortable, I don’t really think I’m the *best* lookin’ guy alive… I mean, Kurama, shit, Kurama is a BEAUTIFUL man, but, I think he said something about really supposed’ta being a girl so… And Yuusuke… saa… Urameshi is just… he’s too good lookin’… He’s got a sorta exotic, come-hither look sometimes… His eyes are really dark and intense; I love ‘em… I’m findin’ myself lost in ‘em more often than I’m willing to admit…

But he kept lookin’, and I sorta started fidgeting, and just when it looked like he was gonna lean in, I closed my eyes, only to be greeted with a kiss to the fuckin’ nose.

Now, I’m rock-hard here, my pants actually *hurt*. I’m not sure if the threads are comin’ loose, but they feel like they better, but I’m not expecting this, at all.

And then a kiss to each of my cheeks, I can feel his hand on my jaw, and both of my arms come around to his waist, pulling him closer… Alright, maybe it didn’t feel too bad, but, c’mon…

I opened my eyes again, after I felt no more kisses, and I was greeted with the sight of Yuusuke shifting out of his pants, his eyes lidding and flicking to mine as he leaned forward again, briefs… He’s definitely a briefs man… Not surprising though…
And yanked my pants down, I almost slipped, which woulda been *really* shitty, and painful to boot, but I managed to lift my hips quick enough-- He didn’t even yank them all the way down, just stepped back over my legs, and pressed himself against me, pressing his mouth to mine which--

“Ohh… I… shit…Yuusuke…”

I felt him smirk and gyrate his hips again, causing mine to push back, I couldn’t even control myself!!! The only thing on my mind was flipping him over, and…

“Aghhh!!” Suddenly, my world when white-blind, and all I could do was feel Yuusuke moving, his tongue in my mouth and vice-versa, I heaved an embarrassed breath as I realized that I’d just cum, Urameshi apparently noticed, since he slowed his thrusts, only gyrating every few moments, a wide grin on his face.

He stepped back, and, to be honest with you, I was really; REALLY surprised that he didn’t say anything, not a single word!!! But what he did made me let out another strangled moan, my dick twitching painfully… My boxers felt weird and sticky, but my attention was drawn away from them and back to Yuusuke as I watched him pull them off of me…

And then he did something that almost made me cry… Standing between me, and my re-erection, Urameshi’s hands fell to my thighs, which tensed beneath his touch, and his tongue… Oh my god… Oh my GOD!

He licked a straight line, from the base of my cock, to the lip-- I--- I actually saw my cum, on the tip of his tongue!

!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If I could have climaxed, or fainted, I woulda, rest assured, but I sat up on my elbows and watched him literally lick me clean, his eyes slitted with this sexy, catty look, I really… still can’t believe this is happening… but the scent of sex is so thick it’s burning my nostrils, I can’t help these feelings at all…

Thank friggin’ GOD Eikichi skittered outta here before all this started… I’d be freakin’ out if my cat had to watch all of this…

My attention snapped back to Urameshi and the fact that even though he’d clean up all the evidence that I’d even climaxed, he still had my dick in his mouth… I really shouldn’t be complaining about that, should I…?

Daring myself to sit up, I did, and was blessed with the sight of my cock disappearing into his throat… His eyes were closed, and he clutched my legs so hard, but, it felt so great, it LOOKED so great…

“Urameshi… stop…” I managed to moan out, putting a hand on his, trying to get him to stop… I couldn’t help myself from rocking into his mouth, oh my *god* it felt so good… If sex was better than this, I might actually die from it…

What an awesome way to go, huh…?

“Yuusuke… please…” Pulling him off of me, actually managed the task, and he instantly sought my mouth with a moan. It was odd to taste my own seed, I mean, I have before, but mingled with his taste, it was really, surprisingly better. Apparently, Urameshi really does make everything so much better...

But my major concern, as I adjusted my position on my bed and Yuusuke followed, straddling my hips was this…

‘When did Urameshi take control of the situation’… In fact… Yuusuke has been leading this whole THING, right from the start! Sure, I’ve had the fantasies, but…

Shit, I hope he doesn’t think that *he* is gonna be on top…!!! My eyes widened as he shifted again, grabbing a hold of my dick, quite forcibly as he caught my eyes, and I blinked a few times, not sure of what he was doin’, not quite sure my voice was there enough to ask…

“Kazuma…”
“…Y-yeah…?”
“I’ve never done this with anyone before…”

That’s a relief…

“Me neither…”

He also… oddly enough, looked relieved…

“Kazuma…”

I felt Urameshi moving back against my dick, actually, he was kneeling above it, wiggling his ass, I sucked in my breath quickly as I felt him slowly begin to sit down.

On my dick.

Without warning.

The feeling was the furthest from painful, but I held my breath, and Yuusuke’s hips, trying to at least act like I had some semblance of control over the situation.

(Definitely not.)

*He* on the other hand looked like he was in a bit of pain, but was hiding it well. He was lowering himself still, at a pretty steady pace, stopping every few seconds to take a deep breath of air, panting pretty hard… It was beautiful, absolutely *fucking* beautiful… I really don’t think I could have imagined anything sexier, anything more lust inducing than the sight of my penis disappearing into his body. His back arched as he finally sat all the way down, his eyes fluttering open after a moment.

“Kazuma...ahhh…” He breathed, leaning down to catch my lips. I responded quite eagerly, a surge of pleasure draining all the blood from my head, making me incredibly dizzy and flushed… I pressed my lips back to his, for a sloppy, not-quite-there kiss, and tried not to buck my hips up into that splendid, tight/hot heat… the friction alone was mind numbing...

“Kazuma…” He moaned again, twist up away from me, his body lifting up, then sliding back down…
“Ohmygod…” OHMYGOD!!! This is sex?! *THIS* is sex?! I dunno if I can handle this!!! It feels too good, and he… we… just this once…!!! I must control myself, I *MUST* CONTROL MYSELF!!!
“I love you, Kazuma…”
“Ohh….” My back arched, and I had to bite back from climaxing, blindly reaching up to cup his cheek and pull his mouth down for a fierce kiss, I didn’t think I was able to say anything, much more than a moan at least, so… I… I really tried to convey how badly, how truly and honestly, and not-because-I’m-inside-of-him-right-now, in love with him.

I have been for so long; I can’t remember what life is like not having him in it… I don’t want to remember…

All I know, is right now, I’m inside of Urameshi Yuusuke, he’s on top of me, *riding* me, we’re kissing, and hugging, he had my cock in his mouth, and now he’s told me that he *loves* me.

Yuusuke loves me…?

Wow…

It sorta felt like my heart had swelled and exploded, I was rejuvenated with a new energy, and with that, I managed to sit up, stilling Urameshi with my hands on his hips… He let out a shuddery breath, and I caught his lips in another kiss, biting his lower lip as I sat up, and held him as I stood, hips pistoning slowly. ((This was one of the times I was happy to have such a fantastic physique…)) A moan escaped his lips each time my hips moved, I dunno how he had the stamina to hold out this long, I really was impressed, but far too into this love-making to pay out too much attention…

And then I moved my beloved Urameshi onto his back, pounding him as hard as I could throw my body forward and back, into the mattress he was tearing holes into with his fingers. His back arched and he yelled until his voice went hoarse, both of our bodies sheened in sweat as we rocked and kissed, bit and fucked each other’s brains out.

Panting was how we communicated, and when I had finally had the sense to reach between our bodies to rescue Yuusuke’s trapped cock, I was met with an ear-piercing shout, followed by a moan, and something that made me start yelling as well.

Urameshi’s body suddenly seized up, I mean like, tightened up something fierce…

I mean, for a minute there, I thought I went completely blind.

He tore into my shoulders with his fingernails, they weren’t even that long, and I literally cupped the head of his dick as he came, his body twitching and shuddering, milking the lift from me as I struggled to hold myself up, and keep him semi-contained…

Seconds later, probably not *even* seconds, I followed in suit, emptying my babyjuice into his body, his *welcoming* body… And then I collapsed.

On top of him.

And surprisingly again, he didn’t mind, even, he welcomed my weight, curling his arms around me as we attempted to catch our breaths together, slowly lulling one another to sleep.

“Yuusuke…” I murmured against his cheek, just moments from sleep.
“Yeah..?” He replied, sounding a bit sleepy but sated.
“I love you too…”

And before I fell asleep, still balls-deep in his magnificent body, the last thing I felt was his smile against my skin.

-End