Office Politics

“What do you want, diaper breath?” Yusuke demanded as he threw open the doors to Koenma’s office, shirtless and his hair still wet from the shower he’d been rushed out of. He’d been summoned by Botan, who claimed it was a matter of dire urgency, and thought it was just a little odd that she’d not brought the rest of the tantei with him. Since they’d started working as a team, especially after the Ankoku Bujutsukai, they were always summoned together. He tried not to let that get to him too much, though, shrugging it off. Though, when he saw Koenma, that became more difficult. Instead of the anticipated toddler form, he was in his older form, and without the cloak he normally wore, so that he was dressed just in a button up white shirt and tan pants. Their recent battle with Sensui had robbed him of the pacifier so that his mouth was now visible. How strong those lips had to be after keeping the mafukan in place for hundreds of years. Yusuke startled when he realized he’d been staring and glared at his boss.

“I hardly think ‘diaper breath’ is appropriate to this form, Yusuke,” Koenma returned, amused. He hadn’t missed Yusuke’s eyes lingering on his mouth, his own eyes lingering on the bare chest below those glaring eyes. He also knew the teen, the demon now, was interested in the flesh of men, having indulged his voyeuristic tendencies and watched him with his koorime and kitsune partners. The kitsune he’d been with before the tournament and after he shared a few tumbles with the koorime, sometimes with the kitsune involved. Koenma wanted his time with the tantei, wanted to see that body up close to his, wanted to feel it as he slid slowly into his mouth, his ass. He had to shake himself slightly to continue, “Today, I wanted to discuss a more personal matter with you.”

Yusuke hadn’t missed the flush that colored Koenma’s cheeks, the hitch in his breathing. He’d never looked at Koenma, not in his teen form and the toddler form held no appeal. Koenma lacked the beauty of the fox, the grace of the koorime, but he wasn’t repulsive in any way. “What kind of personal matter?” Yusuke asked, his tone neutral. This was still his boss, after all, still his superior. He couldn’t forget that.

“As you know, my father,” the tone just barely missed making the word an insult, “has issues with demons. As a result, I am not permitted to employ them, except the oni, low class menial labor. You are hardly a low class demon nor do you perform menial labor. So, it is with great regret that I must dismiss you as being the Reikai tantei.” As he spoke, Koenma walked around behind Yusuke, his breath ghosting over the brunet’s neck as he said the last few words.

Yusuke felt his eyebrows climb his forehead, what the hell? Was Koenma really trying to hit on him? “So, does this mean you won’t be calling me for weird jobs anymore?”

“I’d hardly call anything weird, Yusuke,” Koenma replied, stepping closer to Yusuke, not quite touching him, but the brunet could feel the heat rising off the godling’s body. The brunet made to move away and found Koenma’s arms around his waist, his back firmly pressed against the god’s chest, a substantial lump pressed into his ass. Before he could speak, Koenma continued, “I know you like this, Yusuke.”

“You voyeuristic asshole,” Yusuke growled, having trouble putting his anger to work for him. The mound pressing against his ass felt larger than either Kurama or Hiei. He couldn’t help wonder what it would feel like to have such a massive cock slide into his body. But, this was Koenma, toddler god of the Reikai, the one who’d made his second life a living hell.

“You’re not working for me anymore, Yusuke, we can do this now. We could have done it before, but now, there are no complications, just pleasure.” Koenma let his hand wander below Yusuke’s waist, feeling the teen’s erection pressing against his jeans, “I can make you feel so good, Yusuke,” the words were a dark purr in the brunet’s ear.

Yusuke shuddered as teeth began working on his earlobe, “I don’t want…oh shit!” Koenma had turned his teeth from his ear to the juncture of his neck and shoulders, biting the flesh there hard. Yusuke had a weakness for such a bite and could feel his knees threatening to leave him.

Koenma licked the mark he’d left, almost but not quite breaking the surface of the skin, “What was that, Yusuke?” He brushed his lips along the back of the teen’s neck while waiting for the answer that never came. His mouth hovering over the other juncture, he ordered, “Answer me, Yusuke.”

Yusuke balled his fists at his sides, “I said, I don’t want…oh, shit,” his words trailed off, swallowed in a groan as Koenma bit him again. His knees wavered and Koenma’s hands wrapped around his groin, supporting and fondling him at the same time. He whimpered as he felt the godling’s teeth break the surface of his skin, felt the warm trickle of blood tracing down his chest. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned out.

“Is that an invitation?” Koenma asked as he pulled back, his tongue working to catch the escaping fluid. Yusuke shuddered under his tongue, his head falling forward. Koenma wrapped an arm around his chest to keep him from falling too far. If he hadn’t seen this with the kitsune, he’d be concerned, but he knew he’d hit just the right buttons to get what he wanted. “Yusuke, is that an invitation? Do you want me to fuck you?”

Yusuke was barely in his skin, floating on the euphoria of the bloodletting. “Yes,” he moaned. He felt himself moved, his chest against the godling’s shirt, his erection rubbing against Koenma’s shaft. He groaned again, “Yes,” as Koenma’s tongue continued to lathe his shoulder, cleaning away his blood.

Koenma brought his mouth away from the living offering and kissed Yusuke, thrusting his blood coated tongue into the teen’s mouth, drawing another moan that echoed through his body and hardened his shaft even more. Yusuke wrapped his arms around Koenma, needing the support, pulling the god closer, rubbing their too clothed bodies together. His hands wandered upwards, seeking something. When he reached the nape of Koenma’s neck, his eyes went wide and he pulled back, “What the fuck?”

Koenma’s eyes were startled, “What?”

Yusuke stalked across the room, “You’re fucking messing with me. What the fuck do you want?”

“You were enjoying it, Yusuke. Why did you pull back?”

“You’re not Kurama,” the boy’s voice was flat. “Where the fuck do you get off biting me like that?”

Koenma began pacing the suddenly too small room, “All fucking day, all fucking night, it’s ‘Koenma-sama, Koenma-sama, the copier is broken, the coffee machine is empty, your father has another girl to tempt you.’ All day, every day, I have to cater to everyone else’s needs, every one else’s desires. Do you know why I usually stay in toddler form, Yusuke? Do you? I don’t want any of the girls my father brings. I don’t want any of them. I fall, always fall, for the detectives, for the demons, for the forbidden ones. And now, now I finally have the chance at happiness, and…”

The door burst open, and George came in, “Koenma-sama, Koenma-sama, the break room is dark!”

Koenma looked ready to explode and Yusuke yelled, “Then fix the fucking light!”

George looked around as if he suddenly realized there was someone else in the room, “Oh, yes, of course, I’m sorry.” He bowed his way out of the door, apologizing as he went.

Koenma stayed in place, “Why?”

Yusuke looked away, “I thought you were just harassing me, trying to mess with my head.”

“And?”

Still not looking at the godling, Yusuke shrugged, “What is it you really want?”

Koenma sighed, walked over to his chair and sat, “I want to feel good about something without having to watch it, I want to make someone else feel good, Yusuke.”

“Why me?”

“You’re attractive, prefer males, prefer to bottom, enjoy a little pain.”

“Why is enjoying pain important?”

Koenma sighed again, pushing himself up. “Because,” he said, zipping down his pants, drawing Yusuke’s eyes finally, “I have the dubious fortune of being…rather well endowed.” He was mostly flaccid again, but his shaft filled his hand, extending past the edge of his palm. He closed his hand around the flesh and his fingers just met his thumb, though Yusuke could see the stimulation was beginning to wake the flesh and when erect, Koenma’s hand would not be able to wrap around his cock. Koenma’s expression was rueful, “No matter how much or how well I prepare a partner, there’s some pain, I can’t help it.” Yusuke’s expression carried awe, terror, amazement, lust, repulsion. “Yusuke, what are you thinking?”

“You want to put that where?” Yusuke’s voice squeaked out of his throat.

Koenma fought off the anger that wanted to swamp him. “Fine, fine.” He shoved himself back into his pants, zipping them. “I’m sorry I disturbed you. You may go. Botan will return you to the Ningenkai.” He sat down again, fighting tears of frustration that wanted to flow from his eyes. He gasped when his chair was pulled back and Yusuke straddled the arms of his chair.

“I’ll ask you once more, Koenma. You want to put that where?” Yusuke’s voice had lost its squeak and deepened.

Koenma looked into the teen’s face and lust remained, with just a touch of fear behind it. Tentatively, Koenma wrapped his arms around Yusuke’s waist, his hands sliding down over the flesh drawn taught over his lap until they reached the center. The godling massaged over the seam of the jeans, “In here?”

“We’ll see how it goes,” Yusuke grinned, rocking his hips lightly to encourage Koenma to continue rubbing his ass. “If you’re good to me, I might let you.”

“Tell me what you want, Yusuke.” Koenma’s hands tightened around the teen’s firm buttocks. “Tell me,” he growled.

Yusuke draped his arms over the back of the chair, leaning his head down between them and kissed Koenma deeply, his tongue claiming the godling’s mouth, enticing Koenma’s tongue to play. He pulled back, “You’ve seen what I like. Make me beg.” He slid back off the chair, “And lock the damn door.”

Koenma pushed a couple of buttons on his desk and they both heard the whir click of something heavy and mechanical sliding into place. He stood and walked over to where Yusuke stood by the corner of his desk, running his fingers lightly over the teen’s abdomen and arm as he moved to stand behind the boy. The bite marks were both completely healed. Koenma brushed his fingers lightly over the closed, unmarked flesh, watching as the fine hairs on Yusuke’s neck stood. “Make you beg?” he asked, his voice deep in his throat as his lips replaced his fingers in the feather light exploration of Yusuke’s shoulders. “Should we start over again? Would you like that?” Koenma brushed the flats of his hands lightly against Yusuke’s back while continuing to breathe lightly on his neck. His tongue darted out, drawing a gasp from the teen’s lips, “Answer me, Yusuke.”

Yusuke’s head was swimming. The thrill of the forbidden, the promise of more than he could handle, someone who knew his kinks, the ones he’d played with Kurama to find, the one’s he’d enjoyed with Hiei and one’s he didn’t know he had. Never had Kurama used such delicate touches to excite him, the kitsune a little more direct in his approach, more sure in his touch. Koenma seemed almost hesitant, his touch more delicate. “I think I’ll like whatever you do, Koenma,” he managed to breathe out. He gasped when Koenma’s lips brushed his spine just under his hair, tracing the column down, suckling on the most prominent vertebrae while his hands slid around Yusuke’s waist, one going down to fondle his renewing erection, the other wandering up to caress his chest. Yusuke let his head fall forward, opening himself to Koenma’s touch.

“You like this?” Koenma asked softly, his breath ghosting up Yusuke’s neck, drawing a shiver of appreciation from the boy.

Yusuke swallowed, trying to wet his dry throat, “Yeah.”

“Let’s go somewhere more comfortable, what do you say?” He licked up Yusuke’s neck and blew gently over the saliva, watching the boy shiver under the teasing touch of air. He preferred to be gentle, though he was willing to be harsh. He’d seen Kurama punish the boy, pushing him harder, and he’d thought he’d have to be that way. It pleased him more than he’d admit that Yusuke also enjoyed his tender caresses.

“Yeah,” Yusuke sighed out.

Koenma gently reached for one of Yusuke’s hands, “Come with me, then.” He led the teen to the other side of the room, touching a panel on the wall that revealed a door that slid open. Behind the door, a softly lit room in shades of blue, a large bed in the center of the space. Yusuke paused in the doorway, taking in the sight. “Yusuke?” Koenma asked, concerned as Yusuke continued to stare at the room.

“Never pegged you for the romantic type,” the boy answered, shaking his head and smiling.

“I can be very romantic,” Koenma murmured, stepping closer to the teen, wrapping his arms around him and bringing their lips together lightly. “I like to be romantic. I don’t get the chance very often.” His lips brushed against Yusuke’s as he spoke. He pressed in and kissed Yusuke, pulling the teen’s body closer to his as he gently explored Yusuke’s lips, pulling the lower one between his and massaging it. Yusuke moaned and Koenma slid his tongue slowly along the pouting lip after releasing it. Yusuke’s lips parted and he slowly explored their inner surfaces, his hands rubbing the teen’s back. Yusuke’s arms twined themselves around his neck, and the boy surrendered to the godling’s touch. Slowly, Koenma deepened their kiss, sliding his tongue deeper into the teen’s mouth, exploring his teeth. Yusuke’s tongue slid up and caressed his, slowly exploring, encouraging Koenma to continue. Very slowly, Koenma slid them away from the door, the panel sliding closed as they left the doorway. He turned them as they crossed the room so that Yusuke’s legs pressed against the bed about the same time he pulled back from their kiss. “You’re sure, Yusuke? You can still leave, if you want.” His eyes were concerned, hopeful, fearful.

Yusuke’s lips tried to smile, but their kiss-swollen state made that difficult. A thought crossed his mind, “What do you want for us, Koenma? Where do you want this to go?”

“I want nothing more than you’re willing to give, Yusuke. If this ends up being a one time thing, then I’ll accept that. If you’d like more, I’d like that, too.” His eyes were carefully guarded.

Yusuke could feel a pang in his chest. “How many times have you been hurt, Koenma?” he asked softly, caressing the godling’s arms.

Koenma looked away, “That doesn’t matter, Yusuke.”

“It does matter, Koenma. I may like physical pain, but I’m not into the psychodrama. Tell me what you’d like.”

Koenma’s eyes returned to the teen’s, “I’d like you to come to me when you want. I’d like to be able to summon you on occasion.”

“Do you want to date or something like that?”

“I can’t, Yusuke. An agreement like the one you have with Kurama and Hiei, where you fulfill each other’s needs without the ties of a relationship is all I’m allowed.”

Yusuke understood, then, how difficult this was for Koenma. He kissed the godling deeply, pressing their lips together, his hands pulling Koenma’s body closer to his, trying to express with his mouth, his body, that he understood what Koenma really wanted but couldn’t ask for. Pulling back, both of them panting, Yusuke murmured, “I can agree to that.” He sat on the bed, pulling Koenma down with him as he moved to lie down.

Koenma stopped him, pulling slightly on the teen’s arms to keep him seated, “Not yet.” At Yusuke’s puzzled expression, he continued, “If you’re agreeable, I’d like to, well, be romantic. I want to go slowly, Yusuke.” He straddled the teen’s lap as he sat on the bed.

Yusuke brushed his hands along Koenma’s chest, pulling a little at the fabric of his shirt, his eyes focused on his hands, “I’ve never had romantic. I’d like to try it.” He looked into Koenma’s eyes and smiled at the relief he saw there.

“Thank you,” Koenma whispered as he brushed his fingers along the nearly dry fringes of Yusuke’s hair, his eyes following the motion. He brought his lips to the center of Yusuke’s forehead lightly, brushing the surface of the skin with his lips as he followed the path his fingers had taken around the teen’s face. When his lips reached Yusuke’s chin, he followed the strong line until he found the boy’s mouth. Softly, he brushed their lips together, pulling back to look at Yusuke’s face, eyes hidden under heavy lids, lips parted, before bending into deepen their kiss, languidly sliding his hands down Yusuke’s shoulders as their mouths pressed together, their tongues lazily dancing together.

Yusuke slid his hands up Koenma’s back and around his shoulders, bringing them back down and sliding them around the godling’s sides and up his chest. As their mouths remained joined, deepening their contact, his fingers parted the buttons on the white shirt. Koenma arched his back enough to make the task easier, but made no move to help, his hands busily exploring the teen’s back and shoulders. Their lips remained joined as Koenma’s shirt parted, pulled out of his pants and pushed aside. Yusuke slid his hands along the godling’s abdomen, upwards to his now bare chest, taking his time to move slowly as Koenma made love to his mouth. As Yusuke pushed his shirt off his shoulders, Koenma languidly broke their kiss, reluctantly leaving the boy’s mouth. He watched as Yusuke’s eyes opened in a daze. As the teen slowly pushed the unnecessary fabric down the godling’s arms, he murmured, “You’re good at that.”

“Well, you suck on something for a while and you learn to use your tongue,” Koenma returned softly

Yusuke slid his hands back up Koenma’s arms, “Show me what else you’re good at.” He cupped Koenma’s face and brought their lips together. Very slowly, the godling guided them to the bed, holding Yusuke’s back, supporting them, controlling their descent, until the teen lay beneath him. He then took Yusuke’s hands away from his face, holding them by the wrist until they were on the mattress then slipping his hands upwards, lacing their fingers together. Yusuke moaned, rolling his upper body to get closer to Koenma’s mouth and closed his hands over the godling’s. Koenma returned the pressure, a smile tugging at his lips.

He slid his lips down Yusuke’s chin to his neck while his hands slid out of Yusuke’s hold and began caressing his arms until his hands were on the teen’s chest. He then slid them upwards, under Yusuke’s neck, arching it, tilting the boy’s head back, baring his throat in offering. Yusuke wrapped his arms around the godling, moaning wantonly as Koenma slowly licked and kissed his bared neck. Softly, the god blew a puff of air over the saliva coated skin, watching as Yusuke’s skin prickled, feeling the delicious shivers travel through the arms over his back. His lips returned to Yusuke’s neck, suckling on one collarbone where it stood guard over the hollow of his throat. Yusuke groaned, his hands wandering into Koenma’s hair. Koenma moved to the other sentinel bone and sucked on that, his tongue working over the protuberance as his hands adjusted Yusuke’s body again so that he could lie comfortably on the bed again. “I take it you like that?” he whispered, his lips hovering over Yusuke’s again.

“Yeah,” the teen sighed in reply, his eyes drunk, heavy with lust, desire as he met Koenma’s gaze. “You can do whatever you want to me,” he murmured as Koenma’s hands massaged his scalp.

A sad smile crossed Koenma’s lips, “Not everything, Yusuke.” Before Yusuke could question this, Koenma’s mouth was on his again, more demanding, tracing his orifice with skill and strength that left the teen breathless and thoughtless when Koenma moved down to his neck again. Yusuke was reduced to pants, cries of pleasure, and holding onto Koenma’s shoulders as the god kissed his way back down the boy’s neck while his hands explored Yusuke’s chest, massaging the muscles that quivered as Yusuke surrendered his body to his touch. Koenma closed his eyes and moaned, wanting so much to express everything but not being able to. He contented himself with putting everything he could into his touch, into his kisses. What he couldn’t admit to, what he couldn’t confess with his words, was that he loved Yusuke, had loved him for most of their acquaintanceship. He’d done every thing he could to be close to the teen, everything he could to be part of his life. It hurt more than he cared for that he had to keep his feelings secret, but now, at last, he had the chance to at least express himself physically.

Koenma’s lips reached one of Yusuke’s nipples and the boy arched into his touch, crying out in pleasure, his hands tightening around Koenma’s shoulders. The godling continued to suckle, kissing the flesh as if it were the boy’s mouth, devouring it. Yusuke continued to writhe, to cry out under his touch. Yusuke’s hands wandered up his neck, into his hair and massaged his scalp. Koenma slowly left the nub and made his way across the teen’s chest, kissing, licking, as his hands worked the fastenings of Yusuke’s jeans. He had the button opened when his lips found the twin of the bud he’d just left. He lathed the same attention on it as he slid Yusuke’s zipper down. He slid his hands along just under where the teen’s waist band had covered, enjoying the feel of the smooth skin under his palm as Yusuke panted under his oral attentions.

Koenma’s hands slid behind Yusuke’s back and the teen lifted his hips, silently inviting the godling to push down the unneeded material from his hips. Yusuke whimpered a little as Koenma sat up, sliding off the bed, pulling the jeans down with him. Koenma’s eyes focused on the revealed body, taking in the proud arch of Yusuke’s shaft as it rose from the dark nest of hair, darker than the hair on his head, a bluey inky black. His eyes followed the arch down to the boy’s body to the apex of his legs where the heavy weight of his sack hung between his slightly spread legs. His hips and legs were lighter colored than his chest, though they were hardly pale, a slight natural tan to the skin not darkened by the sun.

Koenma had to look down, his desire rising too fast. He focused on removing Yusuke’s shoes and pulling his pants from his legs before bending in and kissing the boy’s knees. His hands went to Yusuke’s ankles and he encouraged the teen to slide further on to the bed, kissing down his leg as he went. He suckled at the ankle bone a long while before standing and looking at his wantonly spread lover. Yusuke’s hands were near his head, resting palm up, his arms bent. His eyes were drowning in darkness, his lips full and pouting, waiting for more kisses to be bestowed on them. His chest rose and fell softly with his breaths, his skin glowing with a slight sheen of sweat, highlighting the planes of his muscles, the lines of his abdomen. Before Koenma’s eyes could travel lower, a lust deepened voiced ask, “Lower ‘em for me?” Koenma’s eyes traveled back to Yusuke’s. The teen gestured with his fingers, “The pants. I’d like to see what you’re hiding. Lose ‘em.”

Koenma hadn’t been planning on letting Yusuke see him hard. He was afraid he’d scare the boy away from his bed. It’d happened before. He hesitated. Yusuke rolled himself up onto his knees, moving to the edge of the bed and wrapped his arms around the godling. “What’s wrong?” he whispered.

“I don’t want to scare you and if you’re tense, it’ll hurt more.”

Yusuke brought their lips together softly, “You won’t scare me. I saw it limp and it didn’t scare me. I want to see what you’re going to be sliding into my body. I want to feel it in my hands, I want to taste it. I want to enjoy this with you completely, Koenma.” Yusuke’s lips went to the godling’s neck, gently teasing along the flesh. He whispered, “Please,” letting his breath brush heavily against Koenma’s skin. He slipped down, kissing his way downwards, his hands working their way to the fastenings of Koenma’s pants. The godling made no move to stop him as Yusuke’s lips caressed his chest and his hands worked on removing the tan slacks. On the contrary, Koenma’s hands went into Yusuke’s hair, guiding him slowly to where he desired to be touched, to be suckled, small moans of pleasure rising from his throat. When his pants were loose, Yusuke’s hands slid to his back, fondling his ass as the fabric fell to the ground. His head went back to the godling’s and he brought their lips together as he pressed their hips together. Yusuke moaned as he rolled his shaft along the generous erection.

Koenma pulled Yusuke’s mouth away from his, pulling their bodies apart, “Look at me, Yusuke.”

The boy loosened his hold on the godling’s body and did as he was bid, looking down. His eyes were wide as he looked down onto Koenma’s shaft, it’s dripping eye in the center of a column of flesh he’d need both hands to encircle. Eyes wide, he sat on his heels, and Koenma stepped back, letting Yusuke take in his full length. The tip of his shaft was on level with the top of his navel. Yusuke’s face was awed as he continued to follow the long lines with his eyes. His hands came up and he slowly wrapped his fingers around the turgid flesh, massaging it. Gently, he pulled just enough to get Koenma to step forward again. Yusuke bent to the erection he cradled in his hands, letting his tongue taste just the tip, licking up the drop of precum that stood on the slit. This small touch drew a shuddering gasp from the godling and Yusuke slowly lathed the rest of the head, testing to see if he could wrap his mouth around it without scraping his teeth against the tender flesh. Taking a slow breath, Yusuke opened his mouth wide and swallowed the head of the giant erection in his hands. He felt Koenma’s body shudder as he rippled his tongue, slowly working downwards to see how much he could get down. He relaxed his throat and brought his hands to his lips, making a tunnel with them, caressing Koenma’s shaft with mouth and fingers. The godling’s fingers went to his hair, gently massaging Yusuke’s scalp as Koenma continued to breathe open mouthed.

Yusuke’s fingers reached the light brown thatch and he could go no further without gagging on the rod of flesh in his mouth. As slowly as he’d gone down, he came back up, his tongue continuing to ripple, sucking lightly, drawing a moan out of the godling. He pulled all the way off, looking into Koenma’s face again, “I’m not afraid.”

Koenma bent down, using his hands to guide Yusuke’s face closer to his and kissed the teen deeply, pressing him back onto the bed. Yusuke moaned, his arms going around Koenma’s body, pulling him closer, wrapping his legs around the godling when he’d worked them out from under his body. Koenma lifted Yusuke from the bed and slid them further on so they could lay comfortably without their feet hanging over the edge. He broke their kiss enough to pant, “Thank you.”

Yusuke smiled at him, “For what?”

Koenma shook his head, “No one has ever…”

Yusuke grinned, “I don’t usually do things like most people.” He rolled his hips into the godling’s, groaning as his erection rubbed against Koenma’s saliva dampened skin.

Koenma moaned, “I know,” and bent to kiss Yusuke again, exploring his mouth languidly, his hands kneading Yusuke’s shoulders. He pulled back enough to speak, “I need you to relax, Yusuke. Let me be in control, just relax, okay?”

Yusuke nodded, letting his body sink into the mattress, his hands sliding down Koenma’s arms as his legs slowly parted, dragging down the sides of the godling’s. His eyes were dark with need as he gazed into Koenma’s eyes. “I need to feel that inside me,” he moaned wantonly.

Koenma’s eyes closed as his hips rolled into Yusuke’s. When he opened his eyes again, he whispered, “As you wish.” He lifted his body a little and felt around the bed a bit. When he found what he was looking for, he sat back on his heels and looked at the body spread before him. Yusuke remained relaxed, sprawled on the bed, wanton. Koenma moaned, his hips rolling into his hand has he coated his erection with a thick gel. A groan made its way from Yusuke’s throat as his eyes focused on that hand, watching the turgid flesh glisten as it was coated in lube. Koenma balanced himself over Yusuke’s body again with one hand while the other reached for the boy’s hand, bringing it between their bodies, wrapping it around his shaft. “Stay relaxed and guide it in. Squeeze tighter for me to go slower.”

Yusuke nodded, taking a deep breath. Koenma’s hands went behind his legs, lifting them. He slowly pressed forward into Yusuke’s hand and the teen lined up his shaft with his opening, taking another deep breath and blowing it out as Koenma pressed his way into the dark portal. Yusuke moaned as the bulbous head slowly forced its way into his body, but remained relaxed, his eyes open, focused on Koenma’s. As the godling’s shaft pressed into the ring of muscles, Yusuke squeezed a little and Koenma slowed. By degrees, Yusuke’s body relaxed and the head of Koenma’s erection slid past the first barrier. Yusuke was panting, covered in sweat and Koenma was trembling, also covered in sweat as he fought for control not to thrust into the welcoming heat and tightness. Another groan echoed through Yusuke’s body as Koenma’s shaft pressed against his sweet spot and the teen fought within himself to stay relaxed, his hand tightening around Koenma’s shaft. Koenma slowed, his body protesting wildly. The head of his shaft reached the second ring of muscles and Yusuke’s body opened for him, the boy’s hand relaxing around his shaft, releasing it, his arms going around Koenma’s body, massaging his back. The godling maintained his slow pace until his hips met Yusuke’s ass.

“Oh, god, god, god, Koenma,” Yusuke babbled, “so good, so good.” His head rolled side to side, his eyes unfocused as he continued to mumble.

Koenma stared at the teen in awe, “You mean it?”

Head still lolling side to side, Yusuke answered, “Oh, yes, so good, so very good.”

Koenma groaned and bent to capture those babbling lips, swallowing their moans of pleasure as his body drew back slowly. Yusuke’s head arched back and he cried out in ecstasy as the crown of Koenma’s shaft brushed against his sweet spot. He cried out for more, begging, pleading, his hands pulling at Koenma’s back. The godling watched in wonder as Yusuke writhed under him. The head of his erection reached the first ring of muscles and he pressed back in, drawing a scream from Yusuke’s throat, one filled with desire and need, no pain anywhere in it. Koenma felt something in his body relax and he smiled, bending to suckle on Yusuke’s throat as he let his body move in the gripping heat of the boy beneath him.

It was only a few strokes before Yusuke began to cry out. “Oh, god, oh god, I’m gonna come, Koenma, I’m gonna…” the warning dissolved into a groaning scream as Yusuke’s body tightened convulsively around his shaft and his seed spilled hotly between their bodies.

Koenma groaned, words falling unbidden and he hoped unheard, “I love you,” as his orgasm was pulled from his body. His hips arched into Yusuke’s and he groaned loudly, for the first time, truly enjoying his completion with another. He felt Yusuke’s arms around him as he drifted on the aftershocks that coursed through their bodies, remaining in the teen, feeling his body continue to twitch around his shaft.

As their bodies slowed, Yusuke whispered, “You meant that, didn’t you?”

Koenma pulled back enough to look into Yusuke’s eyes, “Meant what?”

“What you said, what you’re not allowed to say. You meant it, didn’t you?” Koenma looked away and didn’t answer. Yusuke continued, “I don’t know if I can do this every other day even but, there are other things we can do to each other. I don’t even know if I return your feelings, but I’m willing to find out. I guess Kurama and Hiei’ll have to get along without me, won’t they?”

Wide eyed, Koenma looked back at Yusuke, “What?”

“I just said, I’m willing to see if I return your feelings. I’m willing to be just yours. If you want me. But, as much as I love the feel of your dick in my body, I don’t think I can do it every day, maybe not even every other. But, there are other things…” his words were cut off as Koenma kissed him deeply, struggling to express his joy. Yusuke pulled the godling closer, wrapping arms and legs around his body, moaning freely into their kiss. When Koenma pulled back, Yusuke continued, “Besides, I wanna get it all the way in my mouth, too”

Koenma laughed, “You are more amazing than I thought.” He sobered, “My father won’t approve.”

Yusuke shrugged, “I’m a demon, I’m not under his jurisdiction anymore.”

“But I am.” Koenma slid back, pulling his spent shaft out of Yusuke’s body, drawing a groan from the boy. He sat back on his heels, “I am under his jurisdiction. I have to…”

“Koenma, I didn’t say to flaunt our relationship.”

“He’ll know if you come too often. He keeps tabs on who comes and goes.” The godling’s head hung low. “This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have indulged myself. I would have been happier if I’d never known…”

Yusuke pulled himself to his knees with a groan, “Don’t say that. Don’t, please don’t.” Koenma looked up with tear filled eyes, “Please don’t ruin the best sex of my life with regret, Koenma,” the boy begged.

“I didn’t mean…I…what?” his eyes were wide.

“You are incredible, Koenma. I’ve never felt so…so…I don’t know…loved, I guess. With Kurama and Hiei, yeah, it’s good, we all get off, sometimes lots, but they don’t need me. You were so gentle, so tender. It felt…different…amazing. I liked it a lot.”

“What are we going to do then?” Koenma asked, pleading for a solution.

“I’m not much of a planner,” Yusuke shrugged, “I just do things. Maybe, we could bring the fox in and have him come up with a plan.” Koenma pulled a face. “They’re gonna find out when I tell them I’m not gonna play with them anymore,” Yusuke pointed out. His voice softened, “I do want more with you, Koenma. I want to get to know you. I obviously don’t very well.”

Koenma brushed his fingers along Yusuke’s cheek, “We’ll figure it out. Let’s get cleaned off and then Botan can take you back. You can work with Kurama and Hiei to develop a plan and we’ll arrange for another time together.”

“I’d like that,” Yusuke murmured, turning to kiss the hand that brushed his cheek.

A/N: Ummm, yeah, almost forgot I don't own 'em, nor do I make anything other than reviews off of this That said, hope you enjoyed. I think this was a request...I wrote it a while ago and just found it again and thought I'd share with all...