In The Best Hands

Author’s note- I made a fair bit of mistakes and began correcting them, so this is the edit that goes here and at Nfiction. I also felt guilty for deleting it.

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Urameshi Yusuke rolled over in bed for the hundredth time as his alarm clock screeched. His hand haphazardly felt around for the noisy device. “Damn it,” He growled. “Where the hell is that damn—?”

“Looking for this?” Came the mirth-filled voice of Urameshi Atsuko. She was dangling his alarm clock by its cord, in front of his face.

“Mom!” Yusuke growled as he snatched his alarm clock from her. “Stop bugging me!”

He didn’t need this from his own mother. His whole body was aching from a random encounter called Kuwabara Kazuma. Yusuke may have sent Kuwabara to the hospital, but the tall lanky carrot top was getting better at fighting.

“Don’t be silly Yusuke-chan. I can’t leave you alone or you’d never get up for school. You’re about thirty minutes late for school.” Atsuko said proudly as if to praise herself for knowing that bit of information.

“Oh great, I wouldn’t want to miss that,” Yusuke mumbled.

“Me either,” His mother replied. “Then again, I wasn’t eighteen in the tenth grade.”

It was a little past nine o’ clock when Yusuke found himself in downtown Mushiyori. He had completely ousted school. His body was aching which was the most obvious reason for him skipping school. Before leaving the house, he took a dose of aspirin, hoping that it would do him some good- obviously it didn’t.

“Stupid back pains!” Yusuke howled. He leaned against a brick wall, catching the stare of three men. Yusuke recognized them as Yanagisawa, Kaitou and Mitarai—all of which who were sitting on Kaitou’s steps. “What are you three stooges looking at?” He roared.

“You,” Yana said. His lazy features managed a smile of the same nature.

“You,” Kaitou answered with bemusement in his voice.

“You,” Mitarai said cheerily. Then noticing Yusuke’s apparent discomfort he said, “Why what’s the matter Yusuke?”

“Nothing,” Yusuke answered quickly.

“Really?” Yana snickered. “Looks like you’ve been through the ringer!“

“No doubt,” Kaitou answered mechanically. “Maybe he should go and see someone about it.”

“Like I have a lot of money to go see a doctor,” Yusuke said. He suddenly became upset when the trio shared the same mischievous glance. Of course Yusuke reminded himself that Kaitou really wasn’t one to have a perverted grin on his face and yet he did, which unsettled Yusuke. “What the hell are you guys thinking of doing?”

“Well,” Kaitou started. He gestured to the west part of town. “Go talk to Kido. You would be surprised at what can be done in the best hands.”

Yusuke visibly recoiled when he caught Kaitou’s meaning. “What? No way man! I am not letting another guy feel me all over- that’s gross! That’s just gay!”

“Suit yourself,” Kaitou said tauntingly.

“Suit yourself,” Mitarai sang.

“Suit yourself,” Yana said.

“Whatever and stop doing that! It drives me crazy!”

Yusuke looked at his watch. It was ten-thirty, only one more hour before lunchtime at his school would take place. He wasn’t very hungry since earlier he bought some candy. His muscles were still giving him agonizing pain, but the only evidence was the small wince that he would show every few minutes.

“Hey there,” Yusuke’s attention was brought to an auto-shop and the blonde that stood at its door. “What are you doing in my part of town?”

“Nothing,” Yusuke said.

Kido grinned rather suspiciously, but Yusuke was too busy thinking of excuses to notice that. “So I heard you got into another fight with Kuwabara?”

“Yeah and I kicked his ass,” Yusuke said proudly.

“Oh I bet you did,” Kido said. His eyes followed the curves and contours afforded to Yusuke by Mother Nature. “And I bet that you got a fair pounding yourself, didn’t you?”

“Huh? What are you getting at punk?”

Kido laughed and said, “Kaitou said that you weren’t going even consider massage therapy. I consider you a chicken.” He left Yusuke for the auto-shop that was owned by his aunt.

Yusuke stared, red-faced and unable to think of a cocky retort. Without thinking, because he was so angry, Yusuke followed Kido into the auto shop.

The blonde smirked sharply as he headed up the stairs to his room. He could hear Yusuke angrily trudging along and it amused him. Yusuke was insecure about his own sexuality. The very thought of getting physically close to another male unless hurting that male, frightened him greatly. In arguing with Yusuke, Kido knew it wouldn’t be wise or logical to bring up Yusuke’s bouts with Kuwabara and pervert those interactions. Yusuke was a bit livid.

Kido on the other hand, knew what he wanted and took it despite any consequences to arise. It was true that he was not a homosexual, but he liked to relax and have fun without 18-year consequences. Also, Kido took things the hard way and would barely glance back at the choices he made. He knew no regret and with what was coming his way, he would thoroughly enjoy it. Yusuke was as good as his—plain and simple.

Kido stopped once he reached the doorway of his room. His bed was a bit messy—both blankets and sheets alike twisted of the side of his bed like wrestling serpents. The dresser next to the bed held a bunch of unorganized personal care items.

“Kido!” Kido faced Yusuke who was behind him. The dark-haired man was still emitting anger. “I’m going to—”

“Take off your clothes.” Kido said with a grin.

Completely shocked, Yusuke yelled, “What? Hell no you fag!”

“Fine. Just your shirt then,” Kido said. Yusuke eyed him suspiciously before his wishes were granted. “Good. Now lie down on the bed leave your back exposed tome.”

Yusuke slowly did this too, wondering if this was going to come back and bite him in the ass.

‘Hmm... this is going to be harder than I thought. Maybe if I do this slowly...’ He grabbed for the scented oils on the dresser and climbed onto the bed. Before Yusuke could make another bigoted comment, Kido pressed his oil slick hands against Yusuke’s neck. He began to work in slow circles, putting the majority of his weight on his thumbs.

“Ow jerk!”

Kido raised an eyebrow, but he was purely amused. He still saw Yusuke as a chicken. Still, the former detective needed this little session whether he would admit it or not. Kido’s hands continued to knead the irritated muscles while he wondered how he would go about taking Yusuke.

“Seriously man,” Yusuke said after a deep groan. “Of the people I suspected to like this and it had to be you.”

Kido’s lips pressed into a thin red line as he poured more peppermint oil on his hands. With a hiss, he started to work on Yusuke’s shoulders. “Who was high on your list of people that were possibly gay?”

“Kurama,“ Yusuke said. Of course he was surprised to find out how straight Kurama really was. “Maybe that fag Kuwabara.“

“Hmm... and I struck you as totally straight huh?” Kido asked as his hands lowered to Yusuke’s jeans. Kido wanted to rip them off of the cocky bastard, but remembered his strategy. His hands traveled back up the length of Yusuke’s back with a slight increase in pressure.

“Yeah pretty much,“ Yusuke said while trying to suppress any notion of enjoyment. If sex was what Kido wanted then sex was what the blonde would get, but that didn’t mean Yusuke was going to be easy with him.

“Well sorry to burst your bubble, but I’m still straight.” Kido said. Right now he knew Yusuke was thinking millions of thoughts about how that could even be. Sexing up the same gender, but not actually being gay? “Surprising isn’t it? Sex itself is merely a tool of relaxation and bonding regardless of who you fool around with.”

“How’s this for surprising?“ Yusuke tried to squirm free of Kido and ended up wriggling off the bed, taking Kido with him. Yusuke cursed his luck as he realized that Kido was still on top of him.

Kido stared blankly and laughed as he said, “You didn’t see that one coming did you?”

“Just shut up,” Yusuke said. He cursed as Kido discarded the massage therapy for his pants. Yusuke could feel Kido’s hands trailing over his midsection.

“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy this,” Kido whispered into Yusuke’s ear. ‘Forget the strategy... I’ll just have my fun and tease him to death for now.’ He lowered his mouth and started to chew and suck at Yusuke’s tender earlobe.

“Kido!” Yusuke groaned as the intruding mouth slowly sunk down to his collarbone.

“Quit whining,” Kido murmured while marinating Yusuke’s throat with saliva—the act both pleasing grossing out his victim.

“I wasn’t whining! That was me enjoying this you ass!”

As Kido kissed Yusuke’s hard upper body, his hands began to play with his prey’s hardened nipples, rubbing the stubs in slow circular motions. Yusuke hissed when Kido went even lower, fondling Yusuke’s navel with his tongue. Kido paused briefly to watch Yusuke pant and moan curses out of the blue.

With a smile, he continued down to Yusuke’s jeans and started to undo them. Yusuke fought back a gasp of pleasure as heat spread through his lower region. Kido’s tongue was at the tip of Yusuke’s member, tasting the sticky semen that escaped from the hole. His tongue traced slow circles around the head of the cock.

“Oh fuck,” Yusuke howled when Kido finally stopped teasing.

Kido was glad that he lived above an auto shop because Yusuke was definitely enjoying himself and quite audibly as well. Their noise would be covered up by the whines of the machinery downstairs. Kido finally took Yusuke’s penis into his mouth, inch by inch, adjusting to the contours of the sex organ. His tongue could not help but push the organ against the roof of his mouth.

Yusuke’s hand found its way into Kido’s bushy blonde hair, taking hold and moving Kido’s mouth further along his cock. “Mm... So your big mouth is good for something after all huh?”

‘I’ll bite it if I hear one more stupid quip.’ Kido groaned neither angrily or morosely, rather it was from the effort to keep his mouth where it was and put himself into a kneeling position. His slowly reached for the zipper of his jeans, tugging it until it was open. He could feel his own sex organ aflame—keenly excited by deviant thoughts.

Kido wrapped his free hand around his own cock, rubbing and squeezing it. The more semen that collected in his hand, the better it would be for Yusuke. Kido was not going to fool around. He already had Kaitou, Yana, Kuwabara and Mitarai marked off his list. Now it was Yusuke’s turn.

Yusuke muttered an obscenity when he ejaculated in his partner’s mouth. “Kido stop,” Yusuke groaned. Kido obliged only move and coat his own hardened sex organ with semen. Yusuke’s eyes widened when he saw what Kido was about to do. “What are you? Crazy?”

“On your knees Yusuke,” Kido said as he came closer to Yusuke. “This might hurt.”

Yusuke tossed a bottle of oil toward Kido. “Getting ahead are we?”

Once Kido had used the scentless oil and Yusuke was on his knees, Kido ran his hands all over Yusuke’s butt. The action caused Yusuke to jump at times. Kido pressed two slick fingers into Yusuke’s hole, stretching the walls apart from each other. His nimble fingers delicately traced Yusuke’s inner walls. “How do you like that Yusuke?”

“It’s good.”

“Good. Because what’s next is going to hurt even worse Yusuke.” Kido said. No further warning was needed. Kido slowly moved into Yusuke—not his choice. Kido had stretched him out, but Yusuke just had to be a ‘virgin’ with anal sex. Rocking his hips against Yusuke, Kido grunted a few curses. The effort was taxing him a little bit.

“Oh fuck!” Yusuke gasped. Kido was not lying. The pain had increased when his partner had gone deeper. Strong hands forced his cheeks further apart during the intrusion. His only free hand took hold of his cock, massaging it while Kido continued the conquest. Tiny beads of semen escaped the head of his penis with every stroke.

“Fuck!” He screamed again when Kido slammed into him harder, not caring who heard what.

Kido gave a short low laugh at Yusuke’s language. He brought his hand down on Yusuke’s butt and waited for Yusuke to start yelling and cursing. “Oh come on Yusuke, does that not hurt your pride?”

“Hell no,” Yusuke grunted out with a fierce intake of air. He had not counted on being spanked. Soon the spanking stopped and cool oil dripped over his tail end. It smelled like coconut and English roses. Yusuke wrinkled his nose at the strange combination. It didn’t smell good to him, but it was bearable.

“Hmm…” Kido hands worked on the tense muscles of Yusuke’s ass, working the oils into Yusuke’s skin. His hands stroked upward to Yusuke’s ribcage and back down, furthering his own satisfaction and arousal. “Do you like this?”

“I don’t know. Are you asking if I would come back for more?”

Kido pulled out momentarily, so that a free hand could search under the bed for a box. Finally he happened upon one of the oddest shaped dildo in his collection and stuffed it into Yusuke’s mouth. “Bite down on this Yusuke.” Kido said teasingly. He moved one of his hands to Yusuke’s shoulder, bracing himself more than his prey. His overly excited cock was placed at Yusuke’s entrance once more.

“Oh shit!” Yusuke gasped, letting the plastic cock fall free from his mouth onto the bed. It felt like someone had placed hot coals inside of his body. As if the pain alone was not enough, Kido’s body weight had grounded him with such force. Kido had moved faster whether Yusuke was ready or not, taking every inch of his length into Yusuke’s firm ass.

The heat between both young men grew steadily, making the shorter one a dizzy. Their swears and moans of pleasure overstepped their sense time itself and surroundings. Still, one had one more thing to do before the engagement was ended.

“Say my name Yusuke!” Kido moaned.

“Ah!”

“Say it Yusuke!” His thrusts were increasing in force.

“K—”

Kido smacked Yusuke on the rear end once more, not violently, but playfully. “Say it!”

“Ki—do! Kido!“ Yusuke cried out as he came on the carpeted floor of Kido’s room. Sweat dripped of his brow, creating a tiny pool of salty water. He closed his eyes and rested on the floor. “You’re a bastard.”

“I know,” Kido said with a heavy moan. ‘Consider yourself my bitch now… that’s another one off of my list.’ Kido relaxed on top of his weary partner as he climaxed— spilling seed all over Yusuke’s aching walls. Soon he would have to get up and clean up the mess he made with Yusuke, but for now, he would just rest. “Do you feel any better?”

Yusuke, still half-asleep, smiled and said, “Yeah but now my ass hurts like hell!“

The End