...And Now, For Something Completely Different

A/N: Weird for me to start with one of these, but I wanted to say a few things first…This is a frame story, as you read in the summary, which means there is a story surrounding the main story…As a result, it starts off sounding original, but truly is a YYH story…there is actually more than one frame to this story…please read through to the end before you flip out on me for writing O/C’s ;) Flames will be gleefully deleted so don’t waste your time.
Also...I am well aware the YYH characters are not mine...the O/C's are, though...

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Long brown hair flew behind the wild eyed girl as she raced around the room, looking under scattered books and DVD cases. “Where did you put it?” she demanded, lifting the cushions on one of the two couches in the room.

“Where did I put what?” the tall red headed male asked, his voice trembling with suppressed amusement.

Brown eyes glared into the muddy green ones before her. “Jonathan,” she pronounced carefully, “where did you hide my notebook? Isn’t it enough that you stole the power cord for my laptop and I can’t use it now?”

“But, Suz…” the red head crossed the room, attempting to capture her in a hug. She evaded him, her eyes colder. A sigh, “Suzanne, we were supposed to have a nice quiet weekend together, just the two of us, no work or anything.”

“I told you,” she stopped when she realized how sharp her voice sounded. Running a hand through her hair, she started again, her voice gentler, “I told you I was working on a story. You know how I get.”

“Yeah, I know,” he sighed again. “But, I was hoping….” his voice trailed off as the girl wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Tell ya what,” she smiled, “let me write out what’s pounding in my skull right now and then I can ignore it until tomorrow morning, deal?”

“How long will that take?” he asked petulantly.

Suzanne smirked, “Have you ever read one of my stories?” Confused at this non sequitur, he shook his head. “We’ve been together, what, almost a year now, and you haven’t read the results of the obsessions you complain about? Tsk, tsk, tsk!” Letting go, she put her hands on her hips, “My notebook. You can read while I write.”

Giving up, Jonathan dug his keys out of his pocket and went outside to his car. He’d put her notebook in his trunk, hoping that would keep her from wanting it. Returning after a few minutes, he held a very battered notebook over the girl’s head, “Promise?”

“Yes, give!” Suzanne jumped and snatched the book from him, fished out a small stack of papers and handed them to him. “Here.” She then curled up on one of the couches, propping the open book on her knees and began writing with a pen that had been lying on the coffee table, tuning out the rest of the world.

Jonathan watched her for a while, amazed that she could focus so intently on anything. Normally, it almost took tying her down to get her to sit still for more than thirty seconds at a time. The look of concentration, the slight parting of her lips as she wrote was an intoxicating sight for the red head, especially when her fingers or the tip of the pen rested on those lips while she sought out a word or phrase. Her eyes seemed to be watching some movie that he couldn’t see, darting around, focused and unfocused at the same time. He was a little startled when she looked directly at him. “You’re not reading.”

Grinning sheepishly, he turned his eyes to the paper and began to read. “Kurama looked Yusuke in the eye. ‘Are you sure this is what you want to do?’ the red head asked, his eyes full of surprise, concern, and, though he tried to suppress it, hope.

‘Yeah, I’m sure,’ the dark haired detective answered, as he wrapped his arms around the kitsune’s waist. He looked up into the green eyes, ‘I trust you, ‘rama, and I know it’s something you’ve wanted to do. I wanna try it.’…“

Jonathan looked up, “Hey, is this about that cartoon…” a glare from the other couch caused him to reconsider his word choice, “that anime you like so much.”

“Yes,” was the terse answer.

“And they’re both guys, right?”

“Yes, does that bother you?”

“Depends, what are they gonna do?”

The glare came full force, “I told you I write yaoi, slash, smut ….what do you think they’re gonna do?”

Jonathan’s eyebrows went up. “I-I’ve never read anything like that before…”

Suzanne sighed, “Look, start reading. If it really bothers you, then stop. Either way, let me write. The more you interrupt me, the longer this will take.”

Jonathan’s eyes went back to the paper, thinking a moment before he began reading. Yes, she had told him before she wrote yaoi, even explained what the acronym meant. He didn’t really have anything against guys being together, he just really had never given it much thought. That the girl across from him had, even to the point where she could write about it, he found a bit odd. He shrugged. It couldn’t hurt to see what her obsession was about, he supposed. His eyes focused on the paper before him.

~*~*~

Kurama looked Yusuke in the eye. “Are you sure this is what you want to do?” the red head asked, his eyes full of surprise, concern, and, though he tried to suppress it, hope.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” the dark haired detective answered, as he wrapped his arms around the kitsune’s waist. He looked up into the green eyes, “I trust you, ‘rama, and I know it’s something you’ve wanted to do. I wanna try it.”

The brown eyes before him showed trust, desire, and a little bit of fear. “Yusuke, we don’t…”

The tantei cut him off, “I want to, ‘rama, I really do.”

Kurama nodded, “Okay, then, we go over ground rules first, okay?” Yusuke nodded, eyes focused, showing he was paying attention as the kitsune pushed him to sit on the bed. The red head then began pacing his room, “We need to pick a word for you to use if you feel it’s getting to be too much for you. When you say that word, everything stops and we don’t continue. It can’t be ‘no’ or ‘stop’ because I expect you to say those things.”

“How about ‘ramen’ or ‘tofu’?” The detective was a little surprised at how nervous Kurama was.

“Anything you want to have completely off limits?” the red head asked, kneeling before the tantei and running his hand along the boy’s cheek.

“I’d rather not bleed, and no marks where they’d show, like on my face.” Yusuke swallowed visibly. “I want to do this, ‘rama, but I’m a bit scared, too.”

“I know, Yusuke, but three things first. First, I swear, if you use the safe words, ‘ramen’ or ‘tofu,’ which ever you can remember, I will stop and we never have to try this again. Second, I wouldn’t make you bleed, anyways, especially not during the first time. Third, you don’t have to do this at all.”

Yusuke cupped the fox’s cheek, “I told you, I trust you. That’s the only reason I even brought it up.”

The red head nodded, “Are you okay with me spanking you?”

“Yes”

“Do you want to be restrained? Do you want your arms and legs tied down?”

“Not really my legs…” the detective’s voice trailed off.

“Okay, that’s a limit. I need to know what your limits are, Yusuke, so don’t be afraid to tell me.” The kitsune thought a moment. “How about a blindfold?”

“What would you do while I was blindfolded? You wouldn’t leave, would you?”

“Absolutely not. My responsibility to you is to make sure you’re okay, Yusuke, to maintain your trust in me.”

“Then, I’m okay with it.” The tantei answered.

“Okay, then, how would you like to be blindfolded with your arms above your head while I tease you?”

Yusuke thought a moment, “I thought there was more to this bondage thing?”

Kurama shrugged, “There can be, but not at first, not for your first time. If you’re okay with that, then we could try more.”

“What you suggested, blindfolding me and that, sounds good, but…” he trailed off again, uncertain.

“But what?” the kitsune pressed.

“I’d kinda like a little more…” the detective reddened.

The kitsune smiled, “There will be more. I just wanted to make sure you were okay with the over all scheme and everything I was planning on doing.”

“You didn’t say much.”

“Some of it’s a surprise, I’ll admit, but that’s part of what makes it fun. Now, I want you to promise that if you feel overwhelmed at any time or want to stop, you will use your safe words, no matter what, without taking into consideration how I feel,” Kurama’s voice was adamant and his eyes bore into the detective.

“I promise,” Yusuke answered.

The kitsune wanted to be absolutely sure the detective understood him. “What do you promise, Yusuke?”

“I promise that if it’s too much, I will say ‘ramen’ or ‘tofu’ without thinking about how you feel.” He didn’t really understand why the red head insisted on this, but he wanted to make him happy.

“Do you trust me to be totally in control of your body? Will you let me do whatever I want to you or with you?”

This, Yusuke could answer without hesitation, “Absolutely completely.” All traces of fear or uncertainty left his face and eyes as he answered.

“I love you, Yusuke,” the red head murmured as he kissed the boy. He placed a finger over the dark haired boy’s lips when he broke the kiss. “I want you to be quiet for now,” his voice softly commanding. Yusuke nodded his understanding. Kurama stood, walked over to his closet and pulled out a couple of ties. “I’ll be right back, wait there,” he said as he stepped into the hall to grab a couple of wash clothes and hand towels. Pulling the door behind him, he went to his desk and removed a ruler and a couple of safety pins from the drawers. Placing everything on the bedside table, he noticed Yusuke’s eyes focused on the pins. “They’re to hold the blindfold in place.” The detective nodded, his expression relaxing. The red head then pulled a shoe box out from under his bed and placed it on the table, leaving it closed. “Toys, you’ll see,” he said when the tantei focused on it. Yusuke’s eyes sought out the kitsune’s face. Kurama was grinning slightly, a secretive expression gracing his face. Yusuke nodded again, a bit of excitement and nervousness warring in his brain as the red head removed his shirt.

Kurama watched his lover carefully as he ran his hands along the other’s arms. Crossing the boy’s wrists in his lap, he reached over to grab one of the ties. Carefully, he wrapped the silk fabric around the boy’s wrists and hands, tying them together firmly but not hard enough to prevent circulation.

Yusuke’s eyes dilated as he watched the kitsune’s clever fingers tie the ends of the neck wear together. He licked his lips as the fox passed a second tie around the first, knotting it securely, leaving the ends hanging. Yusuke’s vision was then obscured by one of the hand towels being held over his eyes. He could feel Kurama working at the back of his head, pinning the fabric together. His heart pounded in his chest as a strange feeling of vulnerability washed over him. His entire body responded, feeling more sensitive than he’d ever experienced before. It was as if an electric current was running just under his skin.

“You okay?” the kitsune asked, noticing the gooseflesh that covered his lover’s body.

“Yeah,” Yusuke replied breathily, though he was a little uncertain if the word ‘okay’ is what would apply at that point in time. “Please, keep going.”

Kurama’s voice took on a commanding tone, “Stand up.” He watched as the boy slowly got to his feet, seeming to take care not to overbalance himself. Kurama allowed his eyes to sweep his lover’s body, taking in the raised flesh that covered his torso and arms and the just apparent quickening in his groin. With a grin, he removed the lid to the box, deliberately making it as loud as possible. Yusuke’s breathing hitched as the tantei shivered in anticipation. Without looking away, Kurama selected a long quill from the box, brushing it over his lips as he continued to draw out the anticipation for the other.

“Put your wrists on your head and keep them there.” Another shiver coursed Yusuke’s body as he moved to comply, trying to keep his sides covered as he did. Kurama placed the end of the quill in his mouth and pushed the boy’s elbows away from his body, leaving him exposed and vulnerable to whatever the kitsune had in mind. “Leave them there,” he ordered, removing the quill from his mouth. Again, he brushed the feathered end over his lips, drawing out the silent waiting. Without warning, he ghosted the quill from his lover’s elbow along his arm and down to his waist, relishing the shudder that followed the teasing touch. Again, he made his lover wait, made him anticipate what would happen next. With the tip of the quill, he mimicked writing his name over the boy’s abdomen. “What did I write, Yusuke?”

The boy shivered, trying to remember the strokes, but his mind wasn’t functioning well. He guessed, “Your name?”

“Are you asking me or telling me?” a note of danger entering the kitsune’s voice.

“Telling?” the dark haired boy stammered.

“You don’t sound very sure…”

“I am…you wrote your name.” Yusuke held his breath, hoping he’d answered correctly. He gasped when he felt the fox’s lips gently touch his collar bone.

“You are correct. Good boy,” Kurama murmured, running his tongue up the tantei’s neck. He then stepped back to observe the effect of his teasing. Yusuke was shivering as gooseflesh covered his body more densely than before. His arousal was more visible under the fabric of his jeans. A satisfied smile graced the kitsune’s lips as he continued to contemplate the boy. Quickly, the feather darted out and circled one of the boy’s nipples, drawing out another gasp of surprise from the shivering boy. He put the quill down on the table and deliberately rattled the box as he drew out the next item.

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A/N Well? What did you think? Should I continue or give up? This took most of the weekend to write...though part of that was I actually managed to write a chapter for another story I've been working on. I don't know what the update schedual will be on this, but it'll probably be a total of three chapters. As always, feedback is much loved. (Oh, do you know how much fun it is to work on two completely different stories at the same time? The other story is a FMA story...and if my damn muse has his way with it, it'll end up here...*sigh*...but, the story line is very different and I had both of them up at the same time...typing on them both alternately...I really need help...lol)