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Transience
Transience
A Yû Yû Hakusho fanfiction by Sir Psycho Sexy
A/N: I’m going to try to do WAFF with Itsuki and Sensui, or whatever is close enough for them while staying in character. (It’s not all lovey-dovey or anything schmoopy, because that’d be so OOC.) Takes place after Sensui learns about his terminal illness, and involves the Shinobu personality (mostly). You can interpret it as the first time Sensui and Itsuki have had sex in years, or just between Itsuki and Shinobu.
Contains frottage, oral, and shadow-hand kink.
Enjoy!
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It was one of those evenings where the moon was bright and large in the sky, its crescent horns seeming to indicate the passing of a nearby meteor shower, hurtling towards nothingness.
The moon did not care about its monthly change, or the meteors whizzing by it; that was for a tall, dark-skinned man who was looking out the window to his apartment to contemplate. His life, too, was about to turn into nothingness, if it hadn’t yet already. He had been let down by humanity, suckered into slaying hundreds of demons, most likely innocent ones. He had gone insane, his personality breaking off into protective shards to shield his pure, boyish core self from the torment of that night. And now he learned that within a matter of months, he was going to die.
Another man, who was sitting on the floor next to the coffee table arranging daffodils, asked him: “What are you thinking about, Shinobu?”
“You know,” came the terse reply.
“Your…illness.” He looked up into the night sky with Shinobu, sharing, even for an instant, his fears, his dreams, and his hopes.
“I refuse to die in such a pathetic manner.” He answered him without even turning around; he did not want to remind himself that he was a lowly human like the ones he hated so much, that he would have one of the same causes of death as the rest of the human race.
“I see.” With this, Itsuki sprang up, and joined Sensui at the window.
“I hear that I have a replacement. I wonder how strong he is…And also that Sakyou has finally died.”
Itsuki nodded his head as Sensui spoke.
“I think this is the perfect time for me to die in Makai, defeated by the hands of a demon stronger than I, in order to atone for what I have done to them.”
“Shinobu…be aware that I am willing to offer any service to you before you go. Any service at all.” Itsuki lowered his voice to make the last part of his sentence sound sexual.
Sensui smirked. “I do know your abilities inside and out. Perchance you could assist me in constructing a subspace portal to Makai?”
“Of course. However, is it not courteous for a human such as yourself to provide a demon with appropriate payment so that it is not slave labor? I know how you want to avoid the wickedness of your fellow man.” As he spoke, he seductively ran his right hand across Shinobu’s chest.
“Y-Yes,” he stammered. He didn’t want to admit it to himself, but the last time Itsuki and he had made love was the last remaining moment of innocence for him as a teenager, that last moment before all of the pieces shattered violently inside of his mind. He was usually too focused on dealing with his trauma, or had one of his other personalities out, to even consider Itsuki. Yet he let him hang onto him, like a bad habit he couldn’t really shake, because he was the first and only friend he had ever had…or perhaps more.
“Then you probably know what it is I desire,” the yaminade whispered seductively in his ear.
Shinobu took a deep breath. He hated to admit it, but if he was going to die, he knew he had to say goodbye to Itsuki- on Itsuki’s terms. Besides, this was an opportunity to reconnect with who he was in the past, pure and innocent, untarnished with the stain of the true knowledge of good and evil. “Of course.”
At that moment, the shadow hands manifested themselves, and a pair of them began to massage Shinobu’s scalp, the other ones moving slowly down his body, starting to stroke the insides of his thighs. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate, avoiding the other personalities’ (specifically Minoru’s) instructions for him to flee to some tea room somewhere. The hands moved further towards his crotch, unzipping his pants and playing with his cock through his underwear. He felt himself getting hard from Itsuki’s ministrations, and started to moan softly as he remembered the very first time they had had intercourse- after he had spared Itsuki’s life after learning they liked the same television show, looking up at the stars while rubbing against each other next to a makeshift fire.
It would be this image that began and ended Shinobu and Itsuki’s relationship- making love under the ever-changing night sky.
The shadow hands quickly disrobed Sensui and folded his clothes into a neat pile on the windowsill. Itsuki took off his own clothes, already hard from watching Shinobu, and started to kiss him, his tongue darting in and out of Shinobu’s mouth and playing with Shinobu’s own, just like they had ten years ago. It still felt amazing, after all this time.
Itsuki took his hand and rubbed their aching cocks together, slowly at first, and then speeding up as they thrust their hips against each other’s. Shinobu lay down on the floor, with Itsuki on top of him, so that he could see the beautiful night sky through his window. With this, Itsuki smirked, and began to rub even harder, taking time out every other stoke or so to circle Shinobu’s cockhead with his index finger, paying special attention to the slit. With this the human groaned, and, within a few strokes more, his semen had sprayed over the both of them.
Now was the time to finish Itsuki off, like so many years ago. He was more experienced than he was then, he thought, so he’d take him by surprise. He eagerly bent down and took Itsuki’s cock whole into his mouth, tasting the remnants of his own seed on the surface. When he managed to get the whole thing down his throat, and got the rhythm of his tongue down to best please Itsuki, the demon came, his hands buried in Shinobu’s hair.
They then kissed, Itsuki tasting the both of them together on Shinobu’s lips. When they broke the kiss, they looked up at the twin horns of the moon, and the transient nature of the meteors shooting through them, while getting their clothing back on. As Itsuki put the last of his clothes back on, he could feel a change in Sensui as he looked upward towards the night sky, which was confirmed as he turned around.
Minoru’s face was there. He needed to be there, in order to carry out the plan, Itsuki realized, but, knowing Minoru, he would bolt from the apartment any second.
“Itsuki,” he boomed angrily, “what did you and Shinobu just do?”
“We said goodbye.” Itsuki smirked.
“Hmph. Fine. I need to… recruit some followers, because, according to my expectations, humans should be getting psychic abilities once you open the tunnel.” With that, Minoru slammed the door.
Itsuki knew he was partially lying. But that was Sensui’s nature- in life as well as in potential death, he was a very transient being, always mutable, just like the meteors that blazed through the atmosphere across the monthly changes of the moon.
And Itsuki loved him for that.
-FIN
A Yû Yû Hakusho fanfiction by Sir Psycho Sexy
A/N: I’m going to try to do WAFF with Itsuki and Sensui, or whatever is close enough for them while staying in character. (It’s not all lovey-dovey or anything schmoopy, because that’d be so OOC.) Takes place after Sensui learns about his terminal illness, and involves the Shinobu personality (mostly). You can interpret it as the first time Sensui and Itsuki have had sex in years, or just between Itsuki and Shinobu.
Contains frottage, oral, and shadow-hand kink.
Enjoy!
______________________
It was one of those evenings where the moon was bright and large in the sky, its crescent horns seeming to indicate the passing of a nearby meteor shower, hurtling towards nothingness.
The moon did not care about its monthly change, or the meteors whizzing by it; that was for a tall, dark-skinned man who was looking out the window to his apartment to contemplate. His life, too, was about to turn into nothingness, if it hadn’t yet already. He had been let down by humanity, suckered into slaying hundreds of demons, most likely innocent ones. He had gone insane, his personality breaking off into protective shards to shield his pure, boyish core self from the torment of that night. And now he learned that within a matter of months, he was going to die.
Another man, who was sitting on the floor next to the coffee table arranging daffodils, asked him: “What are you thinking about, Shinobu?”
“You know,” came the terse reply.
“Your…illness.” He looked up into the night sky with Shinobu, sharing, even for an instant, his fears, his dreams, and his hopes.
“I refuse to die in such a pathetic manner.” He answered him without even turning around; he did not want to remind himself that he was a lowly human like the ones he hated so much, that he would have one of the same causes of death as the rest of the human race.
“I see.” With this, Itsuki sprang up, and joined Sensui at the window.
“I hear that I have a replacement. I wonder how strong he is…And also that Sakyou has finally died.”
Itsuki nodded his head as Sensui spoke.
“I think this is the perfect time for me to die in Makai, defeated by the hands of a demon stronger than I, in order to atone for what I have done to them.”
“Shinobu…be aware that I am willing to offer any service to you before you go. Any service at all.” Itsuki lowered his voice to make the last part of his sentence sound sexual.
Sensui smirked. “I do know your abilities inside and out. Perchance you could assist me in constructing a subspace portal to Makai?”
“Of course. However, is it not courteous for a human such as yourself to provide a demon with appropriate payment so that it is not slave labor? I know how you want to avoid the wickedness of your fellow man.” As he spoke, he seductively ran his right hand across Shinobu’s chest.
“Y-Yes,” he stammered. He didn’t want to admit it to himself, but the last time Itsuki and he had made love was the last remaining moment of innocence for him as a teenager, that last moment before all of the pieces shattered violently inside of his mind. He was usually too focused on dealing with his trauma, or had one of his other personalities out, to even consider Itsuki. Yet he let him hang onto him, like a bad habit he couldn’t really shake, because he was the first and only friend he had ever had…or perhaps more.
“Then you probably know what it is I desire,” the yaminade whispered seductively in his ear.
Shinobu took a deep breath. He hated to admit it, but if he was going to die, he knew he had to say goodbye to Itsuki- on Itsuki’s terms. Besides, this was an opportunity to reconnect with who he was in the past, pure and innocent, untarnished with the stain of the true knowledge of good and evil. “Of course.”
At that moment, the shadow hands manifested themselves, and a pair of them began to massage Shinobu’s scalp, the other ones moving slowly down his body, starting to stroke the insides of his thighs. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate, avoiding the other personalities’ (specifically Minoru’s) instructions for him to flee to some tea room somewhere. The hands moved further towards his crotch, unzipping his pants and playing with his cock through his underwear. He felt himself getting hard from Itsuki’s ministrations, and started to moan softly as he remembered the very first time they had had intercourse- after he had spared Itsuki’s life after learning they liked the same television show, looking up at the stars while rubbing against each other next to a makeshift fire.
It would be this image that began and ended Shinobu and Itsuki’s relationship- making love under the ever-changing night sky.
The shadow hands quickly disrobed Sensui and folded his clothes into a neat pile on the windowsill. Itsuki took off his own clothes, already hard from watching Shinobu, and started to kiss him, his tongue darting in and out of Shinobu’s mouth and playing with Shinobu’s own, just like they had ten years ago. It still felt amazing, after all this time.
Itsuki took his hand and rubbed their aching cocks together, slowly at first, and then speeding up as they thrust their hips against each other’s. Shinobu lay down on the floor, with Itsuki on top of him, so that he could see the beautiful night sky through his window. With this, Itsuki smirked, and began to rub even harder, taking time out every other stoke or so to circle Shinobu’s cockhead with his index finger, paying special attention to the slit. With this the human groaned, and, within a few strokes more, his semen had sprayed over the both of them.
Now was the time to finish Itsuki off, like so many years ago. He was more experienced than he was then, he thought, so he’d take him by surprise. He eagerly bent down and took Itsuki’s cock whole into his mouth, tasting the remnants of his own seed on the surface. When he managed to get the whole thing down his throat, and got the rhythm of his tongue down to best please Itsuki, the demon came, his hands buried in Shinobu’s hair.
They then kissed, Itsuki tasting the both of them together on Shinobu’s lips. When they broke the kiss, they looked up at the twin horns of the moon, and the transient nature of the meteors shooting through them, while getting their clothing back on. As Itsuki put the last of his clothes back on, he could feel a change in Sensui as he looked upward towards the night sky, which was confirmed as he turned around.
Minoru’s face was there. He needed to be there, in order to carry out the plan, Itsuki realized, but, knowing Minoru, he would bolt from the apartment any second.
“Itsuki,” he boomed angrily, “what did you and Shinobu just do?”
“We said goodbye.” Itsuki smirked.
“Hmph. Fine. I need to… recruit some followers, because, according to my expectations, humans should be getting psychic abilities once you open the tunnel.” With that, Minoru slammed the door.
Itsuki knew he was partially lying. But that was Sensui’s nature- in life as well as in potential death, he was a very transient being, always mutable, just like the meteors that blazed through the atmosphere across the monthly changes of the moon.
And Itsuki loved him for that.
-FIN