The Accident?

Greetings! Thank you for taking the time to read my fic, I wrote this in response to a challenge, and it is a Kuwabara/Yusuke yaoi fic, with a lemon! ^-^ Truly delish, yes? Don’t knock the pairing until you’ve read the story, people. It does no good to be narrow-minded, does it?? The story is mostly Humor/Romance, as I have a wry sense of humor. I think there are too many tragic fics out there, where love is unrequited and whatnot. I have no problem with those fics, sometimes I even write them myself, but I figured a change of pace was in order. Also, I hope that Yusuke and Kuwabara aren’t OOC or anything, I worked hard to keep them in character but this is a yaoi so there has to be SOME amount of OOCness. Read it and let me know what you think!

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"Talking"
‘Thinking’
(Authoress’ notes)
*~*~* Change in Time, Place or POV *~*~*

Ali: Now, a warning. I write pretty in depth lemons, and this one will be no exception. I won’t warn you before the lemon; you’re all big girls and boys, so just know this is my warning, right here.

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*~*~*~* The Accident? *~*~*~*

Yusuke’s body was deliciously sore. Stretching languidly, the detective winced as muscles reminded him of the vigorous workout he had undertaken the night before. Chocolate brown eyes opened slowly, a loud yawn tearing itself from the teen’s throat as he struggled to focus his blurred vision. Rubbing his eyes, Yusuke hissed in pain. Blinking rapidly, multiple bite marks became glaringly apparent along his inner wrist. Brow wrinkling in confusion, he squinted at the angry bruises, willing them to either go away or explain themselves. When they remained silent, Yusuke sat up slowly, his body tangled in an almost impossible way with the sheet. Muscles screamed their protest to his movement, and Yusuke frowned as his ass made itself known, an ache forming where there shouldn’t have been. Shaking his head slightly to clear it, Yusuke realized he was naked, in an unfamiliar bed. ‘What the hell…’ Yusuke wondered, his eyes roaming the interior of the room. It was cluttered, so it could have been his room, but it was set up differently. There was a desk with plates and cups; the floor was littered with clothing, some of it his, Yusuke noted wryly. The room was a bit smaller than the detective’s, and it was a different color. Where the hell was he?

"Ugh…" Yusuke’s head snapped to the left, eyes widening to the point of pain at the groaning figure that lay beside him. ‘Oh fuck…shit…DAMN!’ Yusuke’s brain jumbled together every known curse word and still it wasn’t enough to cover what he felt. It just wasn’t possible. Yusuke Urameshi was totally and undeniably not naked in the same bed as Kazuma Kuwabara. That shit just wasn’t feasible. Yet the taller teen refused to vanish, merely stretched and opened his eyes, his orange hair an unruly mop that hung limply around his face. It was kind of cute, seeing the large boy looking so sweet and innocent, but Yusuke forced his mind to the present issue. Because it was becoming more and more apparent that Kuwabara was naked, and sporting a rather large morning erection. Immediately averting his eyes from the rather large…erm, cock that had sprung to life in front of his eyes, Yusuke resisted the urge to groan. Sure, he had one, but it was slightly different to be staring one in the face and knowing it belonged to your best friend. Unable to stop the pink tinge that swept across his cheeks, Yusuke missed Kuwabara rubbing his eyes clear of sleep.

Taking a few deep breaths to still his heart, Yusuke tried desperately to remember what had happened last night. Why couldn’t he remember? He wasn’t hung over, so he obviously hadn’t gotten drunk. ‘Think…Think, you moron!’ Yusuke mentally screamed at himself, resisting the urge to slap his forehead with the heel of his hand.

"Urameshi?" Turning quickly, Yusuke locked eyes with his best friend and closest confidante. Kuwabara didn’t seem the least bit fazed about being naked, or the fact that Yusuke was naked either. Sitting up slowly, the orange haired teen leaned back against the headboard, his heavily muscled body seemingly just as tired and sore as Yusuke’s. He tried not to stare, but Yusuke drank in every detail, from the strength of his arms to the details of his chest. Kuwabara’s head titled back, revealing angry bite marks on his neck, and Yusuke frowned. ‘Those things better not be from me…’ He thought angrily, upset that he couldn’t figure out what was going on.

"Kuwabara." Yusuke bit out his name, and Kazuma turned to look at him, confused. Why was Yusuke so angry? Did he regret what happened between them? Kazuma certainly hoped that wasn’t the case. Last night had been…Well, beyond words. Passionate, primal, their rough sex had led to the best orgasm of Kazuma’s young life. Lying together afterwards, Yusuke had told Kazuma, in his own tough way, that he loved him and wanted to be with him. Had that all been a lie? Something that was said only in the heat of the moment?

"Yeah?" Kazuma was giving him a confused look, and that infuriated Yusuke even more. Didn’t he know what happened? What the fuck was going on?

"Don’t ‘yeah’ me. What the hell man?" Yusuke gestured to the bed. Kazuma’s heart fell.

"What are you talking about?" Kazuma replied, hoping that maybe he was wrong in assuming that Yusuke regretted what happened.

"Why the hell am I naked in your bed? Why are YOU naked WITH me in your bed?" Kazuma sighed, leaning his head back again. Yusuke was freaking out, and it was obvious that he didn’t remember anything from last night. What was he going to tell him? That they’d fucked like rabbits? Somehow Kazuma didn’t think that would comfort the distressed detective.

"You don’t remember anything?" Yusuke shook his head, clutching the sheet so hard his knuckles were white. Kazuma didn’t move to hide himself, merely drew his knees up and rested his head on them.

"No. No, and I’m not sure that I want to." That remark pierced through Kazuma like a blade, but he didn’t say anything. He should have expected something like this from Yusuke. After he had dropped Keiko with an undeniably callous manner, Kazuma had counted his lucky stars. That meant he had a chance with the brazen teen. But that should have sent up a red flag. Was Yusuke a born and bred heart breaker? Kazuma could have shot himself. Why did he always insist upon thinking with his heart? It had never done him any good before, so why trust it now?

"Yusuke…Think. You have to remember something." Kazuma’s calm tone made Yusuke feel like a child throwing a temper tantrum, and it made him angrier. He ran a hand through his loose hair, realizing with disdain that he had sweated out all the gel that was normally stuck like glue to his ebony strands. The limp locks hung down almost into his eyes, and he made a mental note that he should probably get a haircut. Meeting the weary gaze of his companion, Yusuke made an effort to quell his anger.

"Kuwabara, I’m gonna be honest with you. I don’t remember jack shit from last night. I wish that I could, because I feel like I got my ass kicked…Speaking of my ass, that’s one of the places that’s sore." At the mention of his ass, Kazuma flushed and looked away quickly. That didn’t comfort Yusuke in the slightest, and the shorter boy peered closely at the averted face of his friend. "Don’t do that shit."

"What do you want me to say? That I regret what we did?" Kazuma demanded, whirling to face Yusuke, who blinked.

"What the fuck did we do?" Kazuma shook his head, bracing himself for the explosion that was sure to come.

"We…We made love, Yusuke. Well…I guess you could call it fucking. We weren’t exactly gentle." Kazuma said quietly, unable to look at Yusuke anymore. He knew what he would see in those eyes. He would see disgust, maybe even hatred, and that was not something he could take. Not after burying his feelings for years, hiding them behind a false bravado and a need to prove himself worthy of any attention he could get. Last night had been an outlet of passion that had been buried inside Kazuma; it had been a time when he could bring forth all his secret fantasies. No one ever asked Kazuma what he wanted; no one ever asked him what he needed. No, everyone assumed that he would find his own way, or be content to wait in the shadows while everyone else reached out and grabbed life by the horns. Well, last night he had grabbed Yusuke by the cock and he wasn’t going to apologize to anyone for it. Least of all Yusuke.

"We…We…What…?" Yusuke opened and closed his mouth rather stupidly. ‘We…fucked?’ That would explain a lot of things, like the soreness and the reason why they were both naked, but Yusuke was struggling with that knowledge. It was a big deal; one doesn’t just wake up one morning in the same bed as their best friend, naked, sore and bearing the marks from the wake of passion. And by the looks of the marks that marred Kuwabara’s pale flesh as well as his own, there had been a lot of passion involved. Groaning, Yusuke flopped back onto the bed, covering his face with his hand, uncaring as the sheet slipped and allowed his body to be put on display. It truly didn’t matter, if what Kuwabara said was true, they’d seen every part of each other.

"Yusuke…" Kazuma spoke hesitantly, looking worriedly on as Yusuke pulled the roots of his hair, frustration tearing a growl from his throat. Yusuke held up a hand, questions threatening to tear him apart from the inside out.

"Okay, ya know what? I can accept the fact that we fucked. I can. I’m damn good looking and that would explain a lot." Kazuma rolled his eyes but didn’t speak. "But there are a few things I gotta know."

"Like?" Kazuma was silently thanking Kami, Inari and any other who was listening that Yusuke hadn’t gotten up, stormed out, or beaten him to a bloody pulp. He could answer questions. It just seemed a little strange that he didn’t remember anything.

"Like how we even got into this situation?" Yusuke questioned, his hands still covering his face, muffling his words slightly. He found that it was a lot easier to talk to Kazuma when he wasn’t looking at him. He could pretend, until the taller boy spoke, that it was some hot babe he was sharing a bed with. Funny thing was, Yusuke didn’t want to be in bed with some hot babe. He was fine here with Kazuma. Rolling his eyes, Yusuke made a mental note to cut his throat with the scissors he was going to use to cut his hair.

"Well, we were at the movies, remember?" Kazuma said, and Yusuke tried desperately to remember something, anything. It was almost like there was a wall he couldn’t get past, and it made his head hurt to try to think on it too hard. Shaking his head, Yusuke gave up, throwing his hands up.

"No. I don’t." Seeing his friend’s obvious frustration, Kazuma didn’t press the issue. He’d just tell him what happened. Hopefully it would all come back once he started explaining things.

"We went and saw Transformers." Kazuma waited expectantly for a look of realization to pass over his lover’s face, but there was nothing. His brow knotting in confusion, Kazuma realized that Yusuke really must not remember anything. Yusuke had loved the movie, kept talking about it all the way back to his apartment. For him not to remember that, signaled that there might be something wrong. (A.N. First one of the fic, I just wanted to say that Transformers really is a good movie! Go see it!)

"Are you kidding me?! I went and saw Transformers and I don’t remember it?! The sex couldn’t have been THAT great." Kazuma shook his head at the implications that he wasn’t that good, but quelled his need to point out that Yusuke had had no complaints the night before. Instead, he ran a hand through his unruly hair, blowing air through his lips.

"Considering the fact that you don’t even REMEMBER the sex, I guess that kinda goes without saying." He replied dryly, and Yusuke snorted.

"It’s not my fault you suck at sex."

"Maybe it’s not that I suck, but that I fucked you so hard you can’t remember it?" Yusuke’s eyes snapped open, and Kazuma resisted the urge to laugh.

"Not even funny." Kazuma raised his hands in the age old symbol of peace.

"My bad. You should just watch your mouth. You’re the one who doesn’t remember shit." Kazuma said, and Yusuke growled.

"Will you stop reminding me? It’s annoying as hell."

"I’m just trying to help you remember."

"Yeah? Do me a favor and keep talking about what we did last night then. I’m anxious to remember something." Yusuke demanded, and Kazuma resisted the urge to thump him one. Yusuke sure was cranky in the morning.

"Well, after we got done at the movies-"

"WAIT! Why were we there alone? Was it a date?" Yusuke interrupted, and Kazuma flushed slightly at the word ‘date’.

"Well, uh, no. At least, it didn’t start out that way."

"Then how did it start out?"

"It was originally me, you, Kurama and Hiei." Yusuke blinked.

"Hiei?" He asked, and Kazuma nodded.

"I guess Kurama convinced him to come. I think he really wanted to and was just using Kurama as a scapegoat, but it doesn’t matter now." Kazuma replied.

"All right, so it was a guy’s night out?" Yusuke questioned.

"The girls didn’t wanna see Transformers. That shoulda been obvious, man." Kazuma replied, and Yusuke shot him a glare.


"Don’t talk to me like I’m a fuckin’ moron. I didn’t know." Yusuke bit off testily. Kazuma just shook his head.

"Forget it. There’s no talking to you." Kazuma said, rising from the bed to stretch. He was getting horrifically uncomfortable, and besides, Yusuke was wearing thin on his patience.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry…" Yusuke trailed off, watching with wide brown eyes at the muscular form that unfolded itself from the bed. Why hadn’t he ever noticed just how godlike Kazuma’s physique was? It was all hard muscle beneath pale skin, and Yusuke ached to feel his strength beneath his fingers. He didn’t know where these thoughts and feelings were coming from, every time he tried to think too hard on his feelings, his mind got fuzzy and pained, so he just gave up. With any luck, he would wake up from this insane dream, drunk off his ass in his own bed.

"Yusuke?" Kazuma had turned to face him, and Yusuke found his eyes invariably drawn southward. Unable to stop himself, Yusuke gazed almost hungrily at the velvet steel that was Kazuma’s penis. It sprang to virile life right before his eyes, and the urge to touch it was overwhelming. Yusuke’s hands actually twitched with the need to take the large member into his hands and just stroke him into oblivion. Kazuma arched a brow as Yusuke’s eyes didn’t move; he didn’t so much as blink. "Yusuke!"

"What?!" Yusuke snapped, finally tearing his eyes away and pushing away his thoughts. His own penis became hard at all the rampant thoughts that were abuzz in his head, and it was all the evidence Kazuma needed.

"You were thinkin’ nasty thoughts, weren’t you?" Yusuke flushed, yanking the sheet up to cover himself. It didn’t do much good, as the sheet merely sprung up to form a perfect tent. Kazuma barked out a laugh, and Yusuke turned beet red.

"Man, fuck you!" Kazuma moved around the side of the bed, shaking his head with a smirk.

"Need I remind you that we’ve already done that?" Yusuke launched a pillow at Kazuma’s head.

"Shut UP!" Kazuma ducked and moved to leave the room. "Where are you going?"

"To shower."

"I don’t think so. Get your ass over here." Yusuke gestured to the bed, and Kazuma frowned.

"Why?"

"Because I still don’t remember shit and neither of us is goin’ ANYWHERE till I do!" Kazuma arched a brow but moved back to the bed, sitting on the edge. The funny thing was that Yusuke seemed completely at ease with Kazuma’s nakedness. Maybe his mind didn’t remember anything, but his body sure did.

"All right, so what else do you want to know?" He asked, and Yusuke sat up, folding his arms like a pouting child.

"Pick up where you left off. You were explaining how we ended up at the movies alone."

"We were with Kurama and Hiei, when suddenly Kurama got a call on his cell phone. He said that something had happened with his mother and he had to leave immediately. You offered to go with him, but then Hiei piped up that he would go, and Kurama said it was probably nothing and you and I should go enjoy the movie." Kazuma explained, playing the scene back over in his head. The call had happened right before they had bought the tickets to the movie, which was purely luck, he was sure. Kurama’s face hadn’t seemed too worried, but one never could tell with the kitsune. He was just too cool for his own good. And Kazuma sure as hell wasn’t going to ask Hiei if he knew what was going on. That little spitfire wouldn’t have told him anything; it was more likely that he would have just insulted him.

“All right, I’m following. So the two of them left and we went into the movie?" Yusuke asked, and Kazuma nodded.

"Yeah. The movie tickets cost so much we barely had enough to buy any concessions, but we managed to scrape enough to get a large pop and popcorn." Kazuma said, resting his arms on his legs.

"We went into the theater and got the best seats. Right in the middle."

"Kick ass! I can’t believe I don’t remember any of this." Yusuke grumbled, and Kazuma smiled sympathetically.

"I’m sorry. Let me finish explaining and you may remember something." Upon seeing Yusuke nod, he continued. "The movie was the best; you were on the edge of your seat for ninety percent of it."

"Did you like it?" The question startled Kazuma somewhat, but his smile didn’t waver.

"Yeah, the parts that I seen were good." That put a little worried quirk on Yusuke’s full lips.

"What do you mean, the parts you saw? We were NOT making out in public, were we?" When Kazuma moved to disagree, Yusuke held up a hand. "More important, we weren’t making out when we could have been watching the movie, right?"

"Your priorities seem a little askew, don’t you think? But no, we weren’t." Kazuma replied dryly. Confusion knotted his partner’s brow.

"Then why weren’t you watching the movie?"

"SOMEONE kept eating all the popcorn and drinking all the pop. So I volunteered to get refills for you, since you were so into the movie." Kazuma said, and Yusuke flushed.

"Uh, thanks. I’ll try to watch that next time." Both boys paused at the mention of next time, and averted their eyes from each other.

"After the movie was over, you were so wired from all the caffeine you ingested that you didn’t want to go home just yet. I suggested that we go get some ice cream or something. I was still hungry, since you pretty much hoarded the popcorn." Kazuma figured it was just safer to continue to recant what happened, instead of focusing on their future. It was still too smoky, too distant.

"Why didn’t you yell at me for being such a pig?" Yusuke asked, genuinely curious. Kazuma looked at him tenderly.

"I really didn’t mind." He answered honestly, and Yusuke felt that all familiar pink tinge sweep across his face. It was embarrassing as hell, to start blushing like some school girl when he rarely ever blushed before. For Kami’s sake, there was the time that he mooned his entire class. He walked around proudly afterwards. Let Kazuma look at him with his eyes shimmering and Yusuke felt like melting. ‘Fuck me…’ Yusuke thought dejectedly. This was all getting ridiculous.

"So we went and got ice cream?" Yusuke questioned, trying desperately to move onto a safer topic, yet this one wasn’t much better. Thoughts swam around in his fuzzy mind about them sitting in a romantic setting, feeding each other some exotic foreign ice cream called Carmel Sutra or something.

"Yeah. Well, actually, we had to stop off here to get some more money, but then we headed back out and got some." Kazuma replied, remembering begging Shizuru for some money. Yusuke had been in the living room, and he had rushed back to her bedroom to bum some cash off her. She teased him unmercifully about going on a ‘date’, but Kazuma hadn’t cared. She knew how he felt for Yusuke and freely gave him the cash. As an added bonus, she told him that she would be staying over at her friend’s house, just to give him the apartment to himself. Kazuma told her that wouldn’t be necessary, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. Their frenzied lovemaking had started in the living room, moved up the stairs, had almost commenced in the hallway, and finally into his bedroom. It would have been…odd to have Shizuru home. Yusuke was a screamer. (A.N. Okay, for those of you who were slightly confused on the whole stairs in the apartment deal, they have a townhouse, okay? My friend has one of those and it kicks ASS! I want one.)

"Hmm…So we went to a movie and then out for ice cream. Sounds like a date to me." Yusuke commented, more to himself than anyone, but Kazuma stiffened slightly.

"It didn’t start out that way, Yusuke. I told you that." Kazuma’s tone made Yusuke glance up, and he noticed that Kazuma seemed almost on the verge of tears. Was he afraid that he was going to be rejected? Yusuke wasn’t sure but he wanted to take that look off his face.

"I know. I’m not blaming you or anything. I’m sure it was a kick ass time. So what did we do after the ice cream?"

"We finished there and decided that it would be best to just go home. It was getting late and your mother was actually home and sober…ish." Kazuma said, and Yusuke’s eyes widened.

"I missed that?! Aw, damn!" Kazuma chuckled, and then another thought crossed Yusuke’s mind. "So wait, I called her and told her that I’d be here, right?"

"Shizuru did that." Yusuke’s brow wrinkled.

"Uh, excuse me?" This time, a handsome blush crossed Kazuma’s cheeks, and he looked away.

"It’s a totally different story, Yusuke."

"I don’t give a shit. Come on, out with it."

"My sister was who I got the money from for our ice cream, Yusuke. She…She knows how I feel…" Kazuma stammered his way through the sentence, quickly averting his eyes. Yusuke chuckled lowly.

"You’re acting like some little girl. Be a man." Kazuma turned quickly, anger flaring to violent life inside of him.

"Be a man?! You’re one to talk, considering the fact that I had you whimpering and begging last night." Yusuke’s eyes widened.

"I BEGGED?!" Kazuma laughed, nodding. Yusuke felt his jaw tense, all sorts of rebellious thoughts running rampant in his mind.

"Yeah, man. You beg so cute." Kazuma teased.

"Shut the hell up. I’m sure it wasn’t anything like that." Yusuke snapped.

"‘Kazuma, please. Fuck me!’" Kazuma mimicked, and was rewarded with the most prolific blush of Yusuke’s life. Yusuke was sure his eyes were going to pop out of his head.

"…I…Oh…I did NOT say that!" Yusuke thought for a moment. "And I don’t call you by your first name."

"You normally don’t, but last night you did, and that’s why I gave it to you the way I did. It was touching, actually." Yusuke burrowed himself under the covers, refusing to look at the smirking teen anymore.

"Screw you. Go take your shower." Kazuma leaned over, tickling Yusuke’s sides unmercifully.

"Aw, don’t be that way!" Yusuke let out a yelp and tried desperately to squirm away, but Kazuma was relentless. He already knew where to head for, because of his exploration the night before, he couldn’t fail. Yusuke’s breath was becoming shallow and ragged, his stuttering pleas for him to stop reaching Kazuma’s ears, but were going unheeded. Yusuke needed punishing for being so lippy, and he was more than willing to give him the deserved punishment. The sheet slipped lower and lower in Kazuma’s plundering hands, but Yusuke wasn’t paying it any attention. He was insanely ticklish and Kazuma was attacking every known spot.

"Kuwabara…! Stop!!" Clawing the sheets, trying desperately to get away, Yusuke managed to wiggle his way away from his tormentor. Scrambling across the bed, Yusuke missed Kazuma’s outstretched hand by inches. Tucking his form into a ball, Yusuke glared at Kazuma, trying to catch his breath. "You are such an ass."

"Probably. But you love that about me." Kazuma replied smugly, falling back onto the bed with a flop. His long legs dangled off the edge, and his arms hung over the other side. Yusuke drew his knees up, somewhat put off by his nakedness and the fact that Kazuma didn’t seem to care.

"Aren’t you going to shower?"

"Why are you so anxious for me to leave? I thought you said I wasn’t going anywhere until you remembered something?"

"I changed my mind." Yusuke’s dejected tone told Kazuma that he still didn’t remember anything, and figured that maybe just talking wasn’t enough. Maybe it would take the gentle touch of a lover to get this memory juices flowing again…Along with other, more delectable fluids.

"Come here." Kazuma’s words brooked no argument, and Yusuke’s head snapped up at the tone of his voice. The deep timbre vibrated with the command, and everything in Yusuke’s body answered. He wanted, no, NEEDED to go over there, but some part of him wanted to question why it was he felt this way. He wanted to leap to do whatever Kazuma said, and it was slightly scary. Aside from that, Yusuke didn’t listen to anyone.

"Why?"

"Mostly because I said." Kazuma replied immediately, and Yusuke felt a shift. Kazuma was taking on a somewhat dominant personality, and it was arousing. His erection throbbed, but it was hidden from Kazuma’s gaze by his legs. Grateful for that little reprieve, Yusuke could at least pretend that it wasn’t affecting him.

"I’m sorry; I didn’t know that I was your bitch." Kazuma laughed.

"If you remembered last night, you definitely would know. It’s okay; I’ll let that one slip." Yusuke snorted, rolling his eyes.

"Get over yourself. You ain’t that great."

"You sure contradict yourself a lot."

"If you say another fucking word about last night, I’ll string you up by your nuts."

"Stop being such a bitch. I wasn’t going to say anything else." (A.N. I really feel the love in this room right now…Sorry if you think they’re being too mean to each other, but it’s more or less the equivalent of play fighting.)

"I’m NOT a bitch!" Yusuke snapped, his muscles tensing, albeit painfully. Kazuma realized that Yusuke was just looking to fight to get his mind off the present situation and didn’t rise to the challenge like he normally would.

"Calm down. You’re all worked up for no reason." When Yusuke didn’t relax, Kazuma met his eyes. "I’m serious, Yusuke. I won’t continue this conversation with you bein’ all hostile about it."

"I’m sorry, Kuwabara. I’m just…this whole thing has me fucked up." Yusuke settled down again, his mind a jumbled mess of thoughts. It was almost like he could see what had happened last night, but he couldn’t seem to pin the thought down. It was frustrating as all hell, and he really didn’t mean to take his anger out on Kazuma. He was just the closest human being and the easy target. But that didn’t make it right and Yusuke was trying desperately to quell the anger that bubbled up inside. Why couldn’t he remember? It was obvious, from his body’s reaction, that he and Kazuma had been intimate and Yusuke really wasn’t bothered by that. Strange as that sounded, it was a welcome thought and wasn’t the cause of Yusuke’s anger. He was angry because he couldn’t remember it. How truly unfair a situation it was. The sex really must have been the bomb if he woke up the next day sore with a side case of amnesia.

"I know, Yusuke. I understand." Kazuma said softly. Yusuke’s wounded eyes found his lover’s, and Kazuma drew in a breath. He hadn’t seen Yusuke this emotional in a long time, and it called to something deep within him, called forth his protective instincts. Resisting the urge to draw the smaller teen into his arms, Kazuma merely waited for him to speak.

"Do you really understand? Because I don’t think you do. I had the best sex of my life…Wait, the ONLY sex of my life, and I can’t even remember it. It’s not everyday that someone wakes up in the bed with their best friend not remembering jack shit from the night before." Yusuke’s tone was sullen, but there was an underlying whip of anger that stiffened Kazuma’s spine. Reaching out a tentative hand, Kazuma touched one of Yusuke’s. Expecting him to immediately pull away, he was surprised when the hand turned over and laced his fingers through his own. Giving the smaller hand a gentle squeeze, Kazuma tried to still his racing heart and gather his thoughts.

"I don’t know what to tell you that will make this better for you, Yusuke. I ain’t gonna sit here and tell you that I regret what we did. I don’t. You didn’t have any regrets the night before and I’m hoping you don’t have any now." Yusuke looked down at the hand that was gripping his, and realized that he didn’t. It was a little strange, sure, but there was something in his heart and his mind, maybe even the depths of his soul that told him this was right. Maybe it was just a silly fantasy of his, maybe it was just wishful thinking, but Yusuke didn’t want this to be the last time he held Kazuma’s hand. Life sure threw him a lot of shit, but Yusuke had learned to roll with the punches. He wasn’t going to forsake fate by asking exactly what he was doing here in this bed with his lover AND best friend. Sometimes, thing just were.

"I don’t have any regrets, Kuwabara. This is going to take some getting used to, but I can’t exactly say that this isn’t a welcome change." Kazuma couldn’t help the excited jolt that rushed up his spine, and subconsciously tightened his grip fractionally on Yusuke’s hand.

"But…You don’t remember anything, do you?" Yusuke sighed.

"No, but my body does. And I can’t deny that you look mighty good just laying there. Why deny what is?" He asked, more to himself than Kazuma. He probably should have just up and left the room when he woke up to this whole mess. He should have grabbed his clothes, walked out, and never looked back. Yusuke knew that in his heart of hearts, even if he had walked out, he would have come back. Despite the lack of any real thoughts on how he’d felt for Kazuma in the past, Yusuke knew what he was feeling now and it wasn’t just friendly affection. Something deep and primal blossomed low in his abdomen, and the call was heady, something he couldn’t ignore. It wasn’t anything he wanted to ignore. Who gave a shit if he never remembered what happened that night for the rest of his life? Yusuke knew what he wanted now, and that was Kazuma. Anyone else be damned.

"Yusuke…I don’t want to just be a fuck buddy." Kazuma spoke quietly. He was thrilled that Yusuke wanted to resume their relationship, but he couldn’t just resort himself to being a bed partner. He wanted the whole thing, and he wasn’t going to settle for less. His heart was involved, and he was sick of having it trampled. Kazuma Kuwabara would have one thing in his life work out in his favor, and it would be Yusuke.

"You’re one to call someone a bitch. I never said that I was only gonna fuck you and then leave you." Yusuke replied dryly, rolling his eyes. Kuwabara could be so dense.

"You never said you were going to be with me, either." Kazuma pointed out, and Yusuke gave him a weird look.

"When did you get smart?" He asked, and Kazuma leveled a glare at him.

"Ha ha. I didn’t need that."

"Sorry…So what is it you want from me?" Yusuke asked, genuinely curious. Was Kazuma expecting a declaration of mad, gay love? Because Yusuke wasn’t sure he could do that. He might have said something to that affect last night, but he didn’t remember it and he wasn’t going to pretend like he did. He knew that he felt something for Kazuma, but he couldn‘t pin down what it was. It was…It was frustrating as hell, but he couldn’t do anything about it now. It was what it was.

"I want a relationship. I’m not going to hide how I feel about you."

"Oh? And how do you feel about me?" Yusuke asked, his tone slightly more patronizing than he intended. Kazuma felt heat flood his face.

"How do I feel about you? I LOVE you, you fucking IDIOT!" Kazuma yelled, sitting up angrily, tearing his hand from Yusuke’s. He was so tired of having to defend his emotions and feelings to everyone. It wasn’t hard to see how Kazuma felt, and he made no move to hide it. Why should he? He wasn’t out to prove to the world how normal he was, and the only opinion that truly mattered was Yusuke’s. If Yusuke couldn’t love him back…Well…Could fate really be that cruel?

Yusuke was quiet. He should have seen it coming. It made too much sense, Kazuma wouldn’t just want sex. When he did something, he did it all or nothing, and it was always something that Yusuke had admired in him. Hearing him say those three words, aside from the minor insult at the end, warmed Yusuke’s heart and he couldn’t deny that he wanted a relationship. He’d sort out the rest later.

"How long?" Yusuke asked. Kazuma’s brow furrowed.

"How long what?"

"How long have you loved me?" Embarrassed, Kazuma looked away, out the window.

"Too long." Kazuma replied quietly, and Yusuke heard the resounding note of sadness in the deep voice. Yusuke knew, without even having to ask, that Kazuma had suffered in the dark. Suddenly, everything made sense. Kazuma’s need to beat him in a fight would have soothed his pride at having his love go unnoticed. Yusuke felt like such a jackass. Why hadn’t he noticed sooner? First of all, he wouldn’t have had to waste his time with Keiko. (A.N. I’m sorry if you like Keiko but I really don’t, so…Get over it! ^.^) Secondly, it would have saved his best friend a lot of pain.

"I’m sorry, Kuwabara…That I didn’t notice sooner." Yusuke said sincerely, meaning every word. Kazuma shook his head, eyes never leaving the window.

"Don’t be. I didn’t say anything, did I?"

"You shouldn’t have had to. I’m not blind." Yusuke replied, wishing that Kazuma would look at him.

"It’s not about being blind. If I had told you, what would you have done?" Kazuma asked, truly curious.

"I…I don’t know. I can’t say."

"That’s why there’s no sense in being sorry. Things turned out the way they did for a reason." Kazuma said, showing wisdom beyond his years. Yusuke couldn’t find a suitable argument, and sighed.

"So you have a point. But now we’re here. What’s going to happen now?" Yusuke asked. Kazuma finally turned to look at him.

"What do you want to happen?" Yusuke paused at the question. What DID he want to happen? He didn’t know. He didn’t know what would happen tomorrow, and he certainly didn’t know what would happen when the world found out that he was intimate with his best friend. But Yusuke was slowly starting to realize. He didn’t care. Kazuma had bared his soul to him, and what right did he have to spit on his offer? He didn’t. Reaching out, Yusuke touched his lover’s shoulder.

"I want to experience you. Again. Show me exactly what made me beg." Kazuma was taken by surprise at the gentle touch, but even more so when Yusuke crawled over and planted a kiss on his lips. Albeit, the kiss was slightly awkward, as Yusuke wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing so Kazuma took over, taking the pressure off the younger boy. The kiss instantly heated up, Kazuma’s lips pressed insistently against Yusuke’s, hunger clawing its way to the surface. Kazuma’s body moved to blanket the dark-haired teen, laying him out beneath him. Their lips never parted, neither seemed willing to be the first to let go. Placing his arms on either side of Yusuke’s heated body, Kazuma propped himself up, eyes opening to stare into the warm chocolate orbs that were quickly turning smoky from lust. Their lips finally separated, the need for air overriding even their desire. For a moment, both were content to just stare at each other, drinking in the shadows and planes that were cast from the rising sun.

"I knew you were all talk." Yusuke managed to breathe out, his body thrumming with need. His cock sprang to violent life, stretching up to poke the hard abs of the tall teen above him. Kazuma smirked.

"All talk? Looks like someone else disagrees…" Taking one hand, Kazuma circled the width of Yusuke’s weeping member, the calluses of his hand a sweet contrast to the steel-velvet of Yusuke’s erection. Yusuke couldn’t help but arch into the touch, his head tipping back. Kazuma began to softly stroke him, lowering his lips to the tanned skin of the toushin’s throat. A breathy moan was his reward, and prompted him to trace the curve of his throat with his tongue. He tasted decidedly male, and it aroused Kazuma even more so. It brought back more and more memories from the night before, and Kazuma’s erection swelled even to greater lengths. It was a heady call that thrummed through him, his heartbeat matching and exceeding Yusuke’s as he planned all the delicious things he was going to do. Yusuke would be lucky if he remembered THIS encounter. Kazuma planned on showing no mercy.

Yusuke’s hands gripped the crumpled sheets, not believing the sensations that were coursing through him. As Kazuma’s thumb swiped the head of his dick his body let out a tremble, the tip oozing pre-cum. It was insanity, the heat that was already building between the two. Yusuke’s skin was becoming unbearably sensitive; every touch from Kazuma was like fire across his body, arching white-hot lightning that pooled low in his abdomen. He arched into the touch, needing more, but Kazuma pulled his hand away slightly. Yusuke nearly groaned aloud at the loss of his touch, hips bucking to increase the friction. Kazuma leaned down, teeth nipping Yusuke’s throat in reprimand.

"Be still."

"Fuck you." Yusuke growled out, not willing to play submissive. Kazuma’s eyebrows arched, his lips ghosting over his collar bone.

"Maybe next time. But you gotta be patient. I’m the one on top, after all, and I plan on fucking you." Yusuke’s eyes narrowed. That would change, soon. Kazuma missed the gleam in his eyes, pressing another light kiss on his hardened chest muscles. Yusuke couldn’t help but want his mouth to go lower, and that thought ashamed him somewhat. There’s no way in hell that he was going to beg Kuwabara…Unless he didn’t hurry up. His lips were blazing a lazy trail around his erect nipple, pointedly missing the hard nub several times. Yusuke growled out his frustration, hands coming up to press more insistently on Kazuma’s head, trying to force him to take it into his mouth. Kazuma smirked but complied, drawing the engorged flesh into the heat of his mouth, flicking his tongue over it. The breath slammed from Yusuke’s body at the erotic feel of Kazuma’s tongue and his upper back arched off the bed, silently demanding for more even as his fingers tightened on the rust colored strands of his lover’s hair. Kazuma’s teeth closed over the pleasure button with a decisive snap, the pain reverberating through Yusuke’s body like lightning in his veins. It was slightly addicting, the stinging bite of erotic pain, and it raised goose bumps on his flesh. Everything felt so sensitive, the slightest brush of Kazuma’s skin against his own simply added fuel to the passionate fire.

Kazuma’s tongue laved over the abused flesh lovingly, as if apologizing for the rough treatment. Switching sides, Kazuma flicked his tongue over the left nipple, his fingers rolling the abandoned right one. Yusuke felt his cock twitch, as if in protest of being ignored. Kazuma felt it as well, smiling as he kissed a trail to his sculpted abs, loving the way Yusuke’s skin felt against the somewhat roughed texture of his tongue. Large chocolate eyes fluttered closed as Yusuke arched his hips slightly, trying to urge Kazuma’s wicked mouth lower. The ache that was pooling low in his abdomen was arching up his spine like white hot lightning and if he didn’t get some release soon, he wasn’t sure what he was going to do. Kazuma’s teeth nipped the muscles that sat over his narrow hips as a type of punishment, taking his sweet slow time to lazily trace every hollow and contour of his body. It was exquisite torture, Kazuma’s leisurely exploration of his body. Various bite marks marred Yusuke’s hips, obviously from where he had been reprimanded the night before. Kazuma kissed each mark gently, tongue whispering over the skin with tenderness, until Yusuke thought he was absolutely going to explode. Glaring down at Kazuma’s teasing eyes, Yusuke scowled.

"Don’t be a fucking tease…" Kazuma leaned down; lips blazing a fiery trail down the contour of Yusuke’s hip, pointedly ignoring the remark. His fingers feathered over Yusuke’s throbbing erection, ghosting over the tip with expertise even as his lips wandered over the base. Yusuke felt the breath leave his body in a rush as Kazuma’s tongue drew a lazy path up the velvet steel of his cock, following an engorged vein with his wet muscle. The tip oozed pre-cum, which Kazuma lapped up hungrily. Drawing the mushroomed tip into the moist heat of his mouth, Kazuma sucked lightly on it, brushing it against the inside of his cheek. He released it with a pop, his tongue sliding over the slit before he dipped back to take more than half of Yusuke’s cock into his mouth. Yusuke’s hands found the back of Kazuma’s head, tightening in his hair as he tried to guide him further down. Kazuma allowed it, relaxing his throat muscles to allow the wide girth of his cock to slide farther back inside his mouth. Swallowing around his length, Kazuma tightened his mouth and throat around the weeping erection and was rewarded with a strangled cry that was torn from Yusuke’s throat.

It was heaven. It had to be. Yusuke had never felt anything like this before in his life, and he never wanted this to end. Kazuma must have known exactly what he wanted, because he was weaving erotic magic with his lips and tongue, and Yusuke was falling quickly under its spell. Already he could feel the delicious fire of his orgasm rising in his abdomen, could feel it in the coiling of his muscles. Kazuma must have felt it too, because he shifted himself, pulling back slightly, much to Yusuke’s dismay. Removing Yusuke’s hands from his hair, Kazuma pulled back completely, blowing cool air on Yusuke’s shaft. The contrast of the cold of his saliva and the heat of his skin was absolutely euphoric and a shudder rushed up Yusuke’s spine.

"You like this, don’t you?" Kazuma asked, though it was really a pointless question. Yusuke’s hips arched up as he tried to bring himself back into contact with Kazuma’s mouth. Kazuma laid a heavy hand on his left hip, pressing him down as he stroked the length of him with his right hand. The touch was so soft, it was almost unnoticeable, and Yusuke could feel his orgasm slowly slipping away, and the thought pissed him off to no end. Propping himself up onto his elbows, Yusuke leveled a mighty glare at his lover.

Kazuma paid him very little mind, he was busy occupying himself with other, more pleasing parts of his anatomy. Sliding his hand up Yusuke’s heated body, Kazuma parted his lips and slid two of his fingers inside his mouth. Yusuke didn’t think anything of it, simply ran his tongue over the calloused fingers. Kazuma’s eyes fluttered at the feel of it, imagining that tongue working on his shaft. It sent a shudder through him, straight to his engorged erection. Yusuke didn’t let the action go unnoticed; he decided to get even with Kazuma for his little trick. Sucking lightly on the digits, Yusuke allowed his teeth to ghost over the fleshy pads. Unable to keep his eyes opened, Kazuma’s orbs closed as he took the imagining to another level, envisioning Yusuke taking all of him inside that hot, tight little mouth. He could just see those smoky brown orbs peering up at him as he sucked greedily on his dick, bringing him to orgasm over and over again.

Before Kazuma knew what he was doing, his own hand had circled his weeping cock and he was stroking it slowly, delighting in the feel of it. Yusuke watched with open fascination, and slowly started to move his tongue to the rhythm of Kazuma’s hand. Letting out a slight gasp, Kazuma moved his hand faster, encouraging Yusuke to go faster still. Yusuke allowed it for a moment, and then realized that he wanted to try something. Tilting his head back, he let go of Kazuma’s fingers, allowing them to slide out of his mouth slowly. Kazuma opened his eyes and looked up at Yusuke, who smirked at him.

"Come here." Yusuke motioned to him with one finger and Kazuma found that it was nearly impossible to resist, especially with that impish grin he had plastered on his face. He moved slowly up his body, kissing little tender spots along the way. When he was staring Yusuke in the face again, Yusuke leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips. This time, he was bold with it, as he knew exactly what he wanted. Dragging his tongue along the slit of his lips, Yusuke parted them to explore Kazuma’s mouth. Hormones hadn’t slowed, passion was still stoking between them, and it made the kisses hungry, wanton. Yusuke could taste himself on Kazuma’s tongue, despite the fact that he hadn’t cum, and it was intoxicating. He slid his tongue along his inner cheek before moving it against Kazuma’s. They battled for a minute, and Yusuke reveled to how right it felt to actually be kissing him. Breaking the kiss, Yusuke blinked up at Kazuma almost innocently.

"Lie down on your back for me?" Kazuma wasn’t fooled, and arched a brow down at Yusuke.

"Don’t try and play the innocent card." The act dropped almost instantly, Yusuke’s normal attitude surfacing.

"Fine, asshole. Lie on your back. Now." Kazuma grinned, placed another light kiss on Yusuke’s lips before lying on his back next to him. Yusuke wasted no time, climbing on top of the taller boy. Lips immediately pressed to his muscular chest, feeling the muscles clench under the porcelain skin. He reveled in the strength he felt, never knew that it could be so arousing to feel another’s strength beneath his own. It was in the way the muscles of Kazuma’s arms bunched with each little kiss placed against his skin, in the way Yusuke could feel his legs working underneath him. Unable to help himself, Yusuke found that he didn’t have the patience to take the time to explore Kazuma’s body like he wanted. He was too eager to do everything, try find each and every spot that he possibly could. Of course, he had left himself clues. Angry bite marks marred random places along his body, and Yusuke was thankful that he had done all that exploring last night. It meant that he could simply go directly for those spots now. The first stop? His nipples.

Kazuma knew immediately that he was in trouble. The Gods had cursed him with overly sensitive nipples. The slightest caress against them sent fire racing through his bloodstream, and in his heightened state of arousal, it was almost painful. Yusuke’s tongue flicked over the right one, his wet muscle rolling the sensitive bud in a slow circle before drawing it into the heat of his mouth. Kazuma felt the breath slam out of his lungs, a groan escaping before he could stop it. Teeth closed over the engorged flesh with a snap, hard enough to draw blood. The pain arched through Kazuma like lightning but he wanted more, and brought his hands up to fist in Yusuke’s hair, pressing his mouth down harder, begging silently for more. Yusuke smirked around the little pleasure button, suckling gently on it while his other hand snaked up to twist his left one painfully. Pain on one side, pleasure on the other. It was a deadly combination that had Kazuma writhing beneath Yusuke, something that Yusuke found absolutely delightful. He liked knowing that he was doing this to him, liked knowing that he had such power over him.

Abandoning the little nubs for now, Yusuke’s lips wandered lower, teeth and tongue trailing soft flesh etched over hard muscles. He kissed each of the squares on Kazuma’s lower abdomen, loving the way they coiled and bunched under his lips. Yusuke’s eyes found another red mark, one on his left hip, and his lips burned a trail to that exact spot. Pressing a kiss to the inner side of his hip, Yusuke drug his tongue across the crease where his leg meets his torso. Kazuma jerked, the caress altogether too soft on his sensitive skin. Yusuke’s teeth ghosted over the mark before he moved lower, unable to resist the beckoning call of Kazuma’s erection.

Yusuke settled himself in between Kazuma’s legs, his eyes glued to the cock that was directly in front of him. Reaching out a hand, Yusuke brushed his fingers across the throbbing shaft, smirking as it twitched. Kazuma’s swift intake of breath was audible in the quiet room, his hips raising slightly, trying to assuage the ache. It was building and building and Kazuma was almost desperate to have some form of relief. Yusuke didn’t seem to notice or care, simply continued his lazy caresses with his calloused fingers. It was mind-blowing; the feel of Yusuke’s rough fingers on the soft skin of his dick, and Kazuma was on the verge of begging for more when he felt Yusuke’s tongue glide along the tip. Pre-cum dripped only to be caught by Yusuke, who found the taste actually…Enjoyable. Deciding he needed more, Yusuke stuck the head into his mouth, teeth scraping the ever so sensitive spot directly under the bulbous tip. Yusuke’s name was a strangled cry that was wrenched from Kazuma’s throat, his large hands coming to cover his face as Yusuke took more and more of him inside his mouth. It was everything Kazuma remembered from the night before; hot, tight, just like his little puckered hole. The burning increased, the fires that were stoking low in his abdomen roared to violent life as the tip of his dick brushed the back of Yusuke’s throat.

Yusuke relaxed his throat muscles to keep himself from gagging around the wide girth of Kazuma’s cock. It was surprising at how much he liked doing this; he didn’t think he’d ever thought about it before. Kazuma’s breathing was coming faster and Yusuke decided to try something else. He swallowed around his cock and was rewarded with a cry from the teen beneath him. Sliding his mouth up and down his dick, Yusuke mimicked what it would feel like it to be inside him. Kazuma’s hips began to buck, his muscles clenching and unclenching as he felt the first crest of his orgasm start. Realizing he didn’t want to cum unless it was inside Yusuke, Kazuma mustered up all of his willpower and stopped Yusuke.

"What the HELL do you think you’re doing?!" Yusuke snapped, but Kazuma didn’t say a word, merely forced Yusuke onto his back. He didn’t waste any time looking for lube; Yusuke’s saliva was plenty. Grabbing Yusuke’s legs Kazuma forced them up and apart, successfully spreading him wide enough to give him leverage. Yusuke watched through narrowed eyes as a silent Kazuma slowly inserted the head of his dick at the waiting entrance of his puckered hole. Preparing himself for pain, it took Yusuke a minute to realize that this wasn’t his first time. There wouldn’t be pain. Allowing himself to fully relax, Yusuke groaned as Kazuma moved slowly, inserting himself inch by inch. Kazuma gasped at how tight he was, the fiery hot sheath gripping him even more tightly than last night.

"Fuck you’re so tight…" Kazuma hissed, finally getting himself completely in. Yusuke marveled at the feeling of being impaled so completely, head tipping back as Kazuma began to move. Kazuma allowed Yusuke’s legs to drop slightly, placing his hands on either side of his body to increase his thrusting power. He wanted Yusuke screaming before this was over, and he would have it. He had to; there was no way around it. It was insanity, the way Yusuke’s body gripped him, drew him back in unfailingly even when he pulled back to the hilt, only to slam back inside. Yusuke’s body rocked with each thrust, the bed moving along with their writhing bodies. Guttural moans fell from Yusuke’s lips, his dick bouncing along the curve of his stomach with each thrust from Kazuma. Their passion was infallible; their need for each other was evident in the way Yusuke’s hands found Kazuma’s forearms, his nails digging into the pale skin hard enough to draw blood. Kazuma reveled in the pain, worshipped it, because it came from Yusuke. Bending his head, Kazuma pressed a hungry kiss to Yusuke’s parted lips, who eagerly returned the affectionate gesture. Eyes closed as the pressure rose, desire arching between their bodies like lightning, singing through their veins to bring their orgasm that much closer. Kazuma felt it building, the blinding passion was rising to a crescendo, but he wanted Yusuke to reach it with him. Reaching up with one hand, Kazuma circled the length of Yusuke’s dick, fingers feathering over the engorged flesh.

Yusuke cried out, head thrashing from side to side as perspiration covered his body in a light sheen. There were no words to describe what was happening to him, and when Kazuma’s thumb rubbed over the tip, it was over.

"KAZUMA! Fuck yes…!" Yusuke didn’t give a damn who heard him scream, and Kazuma could care less. Yusuke’s seed shot up the steel of his cock, covering both his and his lover’s stomach, his muscles clamping down on Kazuma’s still thrusting shaft. That proved too much, and Kazuma released into the warm cavern that Yusuke provided. Their bodies were trembling, aftershocks ripping through them as Kazuma tried once, twice, to pull himself from Yusuke’s body. But it wasn’t working. He didn’t want to leave anyway; this was where he wanted to be. "No…Don’t…Not…Not yet."

"I’m not." Kazuma replied to Yusuke’s half-hearted attempt to stop him. Yusuke looked up into the contented eyes of his best friend and couldn’t help but to kiss him. Maybe it was the afterglow, maybe it was the fact that he really DID love Kazuma, Yusuke didn’t know. But what he did know, was that he wanted to stay right here, like this, for eternity. He didn’t need anything else, or anyone else. Was this the feeling of true perfection in amorous form?

"Yusuke…I know this is gonna sound really corny…But I do love you." Kazuma murmured. He was unable to completely support himself and partially blanketed Yusuke’s form. Yusuke’s arms wrapped around him, and he chuckled.

"It was corny as hell. But I love you too." Kazuma laughed too, his grin widening as he felt the sticky remainder of their romp.

"It’s your turn to change the sheets." Kazuma said, and Yusuke arched a brow.

"To hell with that. There’s nothing wrong with these." Kazuma rolled his eyes, finally finding the strength to move. He crawled up to his pillow and flopped down, his body royally taxed. Yusuke followed, spooning his form to Kazuma’s.

"Whatever you say man. We really should go shower too."

"Fuck showering." (A.N. If anyone has seen the Tourette's guy videos on YouTube, you know what I’m referring to here. And if you haven’t, you need to. RIP DANNY!)

"You know, Yusuke, we’re gonna hafta work on that language problem you’ve got." Kazuma murmured sleepily into Yusuke’s soft hair. Yusuke merely snuggled into him further.

"I don’t have a language problem. The rest of the world is just too…prudish." Yusuke returned, stifling a yawn.

"Riiiight." Kazuma couldn’t hold his yawn in, and closed his eyes. "I’m going to sleep."

"…" There was no response, and Kazuma sat up slightly, peering over the tan shoulder to look at Yusuke’s face. His eyes were closed and he was well on his way to going to sleep. Smiling, Kazuma kissed his shoulder before spooning his form with Yusuke’s. Ah, life was good…

*~*~*~*~* Outside *~*~*~*~*

Watching the sleeping lovers through hooded eyes, a solitary figure shook his head. It was really too easy, the controlling of humans. Of course, it produced amusing results. Despite all the odds thrown their way, Kazuma and Yusuke managed to consummate their love and now they had proved their worth to actually have a relationship. Playing God was easier than anyone let on.

"Hiei." Heaving a sigh, Hiei turned from his perch in the tree outside Kazuma’s window to meet the emerald gaze of a nosy kitsune.

"You simply know how to spoil everything, don’t you?" Hiei retorted dryly, and Kurama chuckled, situating himself better on the branch.

"I try, very hard, my dear." Turning his gaze to the window, Kurama smiled softly at the sight of the two teenagers’ spooned together, one of Kazuma’s arms draped over Yusuke’s waist. "It reminds me of our first time."

"Hn. Fox, we are not walking down memory lane right now. I am only here to finish what I started." Kurama frowned, turning the full weight of his gaze on the fire demon.

"And what, may I ask, have you started?" Hiei rolled his eyes, and Kurama shook head. "Out with it, Hiei."

"I was merely trying to see if their relationship was going to work out. I did not want them to get into something they were not ready for." Hiei began, not entirely sure why he felt the need to explain himself to his lover. Kurama nodded slightly.

"You were worried."

"Hardly. I simply did not want to hear the fighting and screaming that was sure to ensue if this was not meant to be." Hiei replied dryly, masking his emotions as usual. He might have been worried but no one, not even his nosy mate, would know that.

"So what did you do?"

"They rutted last night. You and I both knew that they would." Hiei began, and Kurama smiled.

"It was fairly obvious."

"After we gave them that fake out about something going wrong with your mother, it was blatantly obvious." Hiei replied, smirking to himself at the genius of his mate. Yusuke and Kazuma had to be pushed together; human hang-ups about gays were keeping them apart and both Hiei and Kurama were tired of watching them tip-toe around each other. Hiei had known that they would end up together, but he had to give them a test.

"That still does not explain what role you played in this? Unless you rutted with them and forgot to invite me?" Kurama asked, fake pouting. Hiei snorted.

"Not on their life, or yours. I devised a plan that would show me the true worth of their relationship. After they were done rutting and fell asleep, I set up a mental block in Yusuke’s mind. He would not remember any of the night before, and he would not remember how he felt for the oaf in the past." Kurama gasped at the devilishly cunning plan Hiei had come up with.

"Hiei! You cannot be serious!" Kurama’s reaction was too cute, and Hiei reached over, chucking him under the chin.

"I am very serious."

"But…But why?" Kurama, who was normally so cool under fire, would have never figured Hiei to play such an evil trick. It was smart, yes, but could have backfired viciously.

"I have already explained this. I wanted to see if they were really meant to be. Thoughts have nothing to do with how the body reacts. Yusuke could not deny his need for Kazuma, and to me that spoke more than pretty words." Hiei explained. Kurama nodded slowly, relenting.

"I suppose…It was brilliant but you put those two in an unnecessary position." He paused for a moment, then whirled on his mate. "Wait! You do not like the pretty words I say to you?"

"Hn." Sensing a trap, Hiei leapt off the branch, using his Jagan to issue a command that when Yusuke woke, he would remember everything. He was proud of the two teens, though he would never admit it out loud.

"Hiei!" Kurama followed his lover, intent on getting an answer. "Do not walk away from me."

"Come, fox. Our work is done here." Hiei spoke over his shoulder. Kurama caught up to him, hands in his pockets.

"You are not off the hook. I want an answer." Kurama all but demanded, stealing one last look back at the house. Hiei didn‘t stop, simply continued walking. Kurama turned back to speak, and sighed. "HIEI!!!!"

Inside the room, Kazuma stirred, opening his tired eyes at what sounded like Kurama’s voice. Blinking sleepily, he sat up slightly, looking around the interior of his room. Seeing nothing and not sensing anything, he laid back down, smiling softly as Yusuke snuggled back against him, further spooning their forms together. Placing a soft kiss on Yusuke’s forehead, Kazuma closed his eyes, somehow knowing that tomorrow, everything would be fine. Truthfully, it couldn’t get any worse. Unless, of course, HE woke up with amnesia. That couldn’t happen, right?

Hiei turned back, catching the wayward thought with a smirk. He was worried? Good. Maybe the test wasn’t over yet…

*~*~*~* Fin *~*~*~*

Ali: Well, there it is! Maybe there’ll be a sequel, with the situation flipped, but I guess that depends on what you, the readers and hopefully reviewers, want. If you want a sequel with the situation flipped, leave me a review and let me know. If I get enough reviews…No, scratch that. Just leave me a nice review, and I’ll get to work on it. Also, let me know if you want anything else done. I’ll be sure to take it into consideration!

Nightshade: I hope that you enjoyed the fic. Please leave a review, and let us know what needs to be done or changed, or if you liked it.

Ali: Thank you, SinkingIntoDarkness, for the challenge. It was great fun to write, and I hope that you enjoyed it! If you want anything done differently or if you want anything at all, let me know. Again, I hope that you enjoyed it!

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