Chocolate and Roses

It wasn’t right!!! This was completely wrong, but there was nothing he could do about it. He was effectively bound, unable to even twitch his little finger, much less get away. Why was this happening to him of all people?! It simply wasn’t right! He glared at his captor, his rage increasing as the golden-eyed demon smirked, actually dared to smirk at him!!! Of all the nerve! When he got out, he’d…

All thoughts of what revenge he’d take vanished as the silver haired one pulled something from behind his back. Frantic eyes focused on it, widening when he recognized it, some how finding the innocent looking brown bottle more terrifying than the shimeneki sou he knew the kitsune could summon. More terrifying, yet at the same time, he was curious and cursed himself for that curiosity.

The kitsune leaned over and breathed in his ear. “That look is so intoxicating on you!” he purred at his captive. A shudder of revulsion and excitement coursed through the vine-covered body. With a gesture and a small amount of ki, the vines moved themselves and the captive’s clothing from his chest, leaving the skin exposed to the burning eyes of Youko Kurama. The bound one tried to flinch away from the intense gaze, tried to follow his clothing, to somehow stay under them, but Youko would have none of that. Sharply, he drew the fingers of his free hand down the exposed chest, his nails drawing lines of blood.

The captive shuddered and remained still, waiting. He would have begged, pleaded, cursed, something, he wasn’t sure, but his mouth was bound and gagged; quite an accomplishment, all things considered. The sound that managed to escape was a strangled moan or groan. Either way, the sound was laced with contempt, anger and desire. As much as he hated to admit it, he was becoming highly aroused. The noise increased in volume and pitch as the kitsune’s tongue traveled the small scratches, bathing them clean. With a feral grin as he came eye to eye with his captive, Youko ordered, “No more moving, understood, little god?”

Koenma’s breath came in shuddering gasps as he nodded, or at least attempted to nod. His acquiescence seemed to satisfy the demon, who returned his attention to the bottle still in his hand. His eyes moved between the bottle and his captive. “Chocolate is an aphrodisiac, as you know.” His voice had the quality of a professor who’d lectured on the same subject a few too many times. “I also happen to like it,” here his eyes glinted, “especially mixed with sweat,” his expression turned lecherous, “and other bodily fluids.”

Koenma’s eyes widened, becoming impossibly huge as he heard the cap pop open. When the sticky fluid touched his skin he bolted his eyes shut, his breath coming in ragged uneven gasps. He could hear the kitsune snickering at him just before a warm tongue began lathing his chest. He made another sound, deep in his throat, this one an unadulterated groan of pleasure. He could almost feel the golden eyes bore into him, but he kept his own eyes closed. He couldn’t bear the humiliation of seeing the triumph in those eyes. True, he’d known, or had some idea, what the kitsune wanted when he was invited so he’d shown up in his adult form; but he hadn’t expected this type of treatment, nor had he expected Youko. By the time surprise registered in his brain, it was too late; he was caught, bound by the flexible vines that obeyed their master’s whim. His cloak had already been removed. He could feel the plants working his shirt off his arms. He hoped that he could manage to keep…

The kitsune’s hands ghosted up his sides and he jerked away from the touch. So much for keeping the fact he was ticklish secret. His eyes had opened and he could see the laughter in Youko’s eyes. He purred, his hands on the god’s waist, “So, you’re ticklish, are you?” The god tried to shake his head in denial, but the kitsune’s hands tracing a path up his body made a liar of him as he twitched furiously, trying to evade the feather light touch.

Without his realizing it, the plants had removed his pants and restrained him without covering his body. The laughing fox suddenly cupped the godling’s semi-hard shaft, causing him to attempt to gasp and buck into the touch. “Oh, really?” Youko asked, amused, as he began to slowly stroke the growing member. Koenma didn’t know whether to close his eyes or glare at the kitsune. His body wanted more, his mind was furious… and his body was gradually winning out. His hips moved to meet the slow, gentle strokes as his eyes closed halfway.

The addition of something sticky and wet caused him to open his eyes wide and look down as well as he could to see what was happening. Youko had coated his shaft with the chocolate syrup, using his hand to ensure that the entire length was covered with a film of the sweet sauce. Satisfied with the coverage, the kitsune began to lick his hand and fingers, deliberately making eye contact with the god. “Very good. Too bad you can’t have any,” he taunted, “but allowing you to open your mouth is not a good idea right now.” The kitsune traced his now clean fingers down the god’s sides, making him jerk again, “We wouldn’t want you ending our little game by complaining, would we? Especially just when we’re getting to the good part.” Youko licked up the chocolate covered member, causing Koenma to groan and buck his hips for more contact. “Well, maybe you wouldn’t end it, but it’s better to be safe than sorry,” he murmured just before taking the chocolaty shaft into his mouth and sucking hard, his tongue tracing wild patterns to get every drop of the syrup.

Koenma groaned wantonly, his hips rising again to meet the kitsune’s lips. His mind gave up trying to reprimand him, shutting down in favor of the physical pleasure. His moans came freely as his body was overwhelmed with sensation. The godling had never had this type of attention paid to him, and he was thoroughly enjoying it now. He felt his body reaching for that place he knew from experience by himself, but this time it was more intense, not being induced by his own hand. Another groan came deep from his chest as he felt his body tighten in anticipation. Just as he was about to go over, the kitsune stopped moving his mouth and ran his fingers up his sides, causing Koenma to jerk and come hard into Youko’s mouth, still wrapped around his shaft. Panting, covered in sweat, the god tried to glare at Youko, but the expression failed to be menacing. Koenma just looked too content to be angry.

Youko licked his lips after releasing the god’s spent shaft from his mouth, “Now, what shall we do next?” Koenma’s eyes widened. “Yes, next, godling. Did you think you were going to be the only one to get off?” The plants obligingly widened the distance between the god’s legs, exposing him fully to the golden eyes that devoured his body. Pale fingers traced the contours of the exposed flesh, amused at the way the godling flushed bright red in embarrassment and tried to hide himself. “Hmmm, I don’t think you’re quite ready for that just yet,” he said as his fingers traced the tight pucker of the god’s ass. “So, what we’ll do then, is this…” The kitsune removed his light garments, exposing his body and erect member to the god for the first time.

The god’s eyes widened at the sight, something between hunger, lust and fear evident in his eyes. “Don’t worry, little one, you’ll enjoy it,” Youko purred as he rubbed his body against Koenma’s exposed ass and balls. The touch was just firm enough to let the god feel the heat from the kitsune’s shaft, but light enough to be teasing. Again, the kitsune rubbed against the godling, this time a little more firmly, rotating his hips, drawing a moan from Koenma as he could feel blood returning to his groin. How did the fox do it, he wondered as his hips began to meet the kitsune’s thrusts. He could feel more than hear the growls of pleasure from the silver haired one, melding with his own groans of pleasure. He wanted more, needed more, but more of what he wasn’t sure. His eyes drifted shut again, his attention focused completely on where the kitsune was thrusting against his body. He needed to feel more… there was something missing. He groaned, a high-pitched noise as the kitsune’s hand wrapped around his now aching shaft, pumping him in time to the thrusts against his body. His own hand was freed from the vines and he reached down to press Youko’s shaft harder against his body, trying to fulfill the need for more… it was better but still not quite… He lost the ability to think as his body again approached orgasm. He could feel the muscles of his ass clenching the fox’s shaft, he could feel the pulsing of that shaft as warm fluid rushed against his wrist. His own member pulsed and spilled his seed onto his belly and the kitsune’s hand. His eyes rolled back into his head as the waves of pleasure from his own orgasm and what he felt of Youko’s washed over him. But, he still wanted… something.


A/N This was written in response to a request for Youko Kurama, choclate body paint and someone ticklish...I couldn't make Hiei or Yusuke ticklish, so I needed a new victim! And I finally figured out what to do with the damn pacifier...gag him so he can't say anything and no kissing! (I'm sure it can be done other ways, but that's how it works here. Yes, there's more...this is a two-parter. Hope I don't make too many people mad at me, but I'm kinda surprised this pairing wasn't on Alter's wish list....it seems odd enough for her to like it...??? Oh, wells...Hope y'all enjoyed it...feel free to tell me otherwise, but kindly avoid flames (ciriticism I can take, not liking my pairing I can take, but flames will be deleted...they're a waste of time and energy) Anyways....see ya next chapter ;)

Edited 16 July 2005....thanks to vampslyr for beta-ing this chapter :D Also...shimeneki sou is the "death eating grass" that Kurama uses in the Ankoku Bujutsukai (Dark Arts Tournament) to kill Roto (His first fight)....now to edit the next chapter ;)

Edited 2 October 2005...though it should be obvious...I mean...this is a fanfic site...but I don't own 'em