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Midnight Madness
Midnight Madness
A Yu Yu Hakusho fanfiction by Sir Psycho Sexy
A/N: Younger Toguro/Sensui lemon ahead. Requested by my good friend Thoth Moon. This fic is a sequel of sorts to “Green Tea and Black Coffee” [url: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4522346/1/Green_Tea_and_Black_Coffee ], in that it hypothetically may have happened afterwards. (It’s a tangent to Toguro’s refusal at the end of “Green Tea and Black Coffee”.)
I hope you enjoy.
Dedicated to Thoth Moon (my beta) and Sekah.
_____
His head hurt.
The semi-final round had just ended, he had met with that rogue Spirit Detective, and his head hurt.
Younger Toguro cursed himself for having a headache at this time of night, especially, he thought, since his being a powerful demon would have prevented him from developing any kind of weakness or illness. But he could not help the whirlwind that was going around in his brain, the ceaseless trying to figure out what was going on with the finals coming up, and what exactly was with the man known as Shinobu Sensui.
“No woman is beautiful. But you, on the other hand...”
His words kept going around in Toguro’s head. It felt as if he had an obligation to Sensui, in a sense, and that he should have not so rudely refused him. It really wasn’t his fault he liked men, after all. And, even if homosexuality was a mental illness, like they had taught when Toguro was still human, Sensui seemed so sane and reasonable. And thirdly- a thought came down like lightning into Toguro’s brain- before the Westerners came, and their then-Victorian mores were hoisted onto Japanese culture, male-male romance and sexual relations were fairly common, and often seen as superior to male-female relations.
He wondered, even for an instant, if Sensui, for this reason alone, inherently had more honor and Japanese-ness than he ever did; he wondered, even for a moment, if he was akin to Yukio Mishima in both his sexuality and his warrior spirit. And furthermore, all things considered, due to Toguro’s own immense size, he had difficulty sleeping with biological females, because his enormous penis would hurt them, and, thusly, he usually called upon male-to-female transsexuals- which is how he met Miyuki and her triad.
He quietly rose from his hotel-room bed, pushed up his sunglasses, and turned on the lamp by his bed.
His brother was still up and looking out the window.
“I wonder when the hell they’ll get here,” he shrieked impatiently.
“Who, Brother?”
“I dialed up some call girls. Real quality ladies. Sakyou paid for them, and they’re coming around in about fifteen minutes.” Elder Toguro was quite fond of women, especially if they were just around to be used as a piece of ass or a come-dumpster and then kicked out after the boys had had their fun.
“No thank you.” Younger Toguro put on his clothes and left. “I have more important things to do.”
“Wh-What? You have better things to do than use a couple of whores? We got some especially for you that can handle you. Come back here...”
“I said no thank you.” With that, Toguro slammed the door, and went down to the lobby to find where Sensui was staying.
****
Younger Toguro went up the flights of stairs to Room 666 (the irony was rather lost on him as to the room number), where Sensui and Itsuki were staying.
He wondered to himself how it was that someone could afford to stay in this hotel if he wasn’t a tournament invitee, and he reassured himself that he would keep his cool no matter what would happen. He had to apologize to Sensui for walking out on him in the café; he had most undoubtedly lost face in that instant, and his sense of honor was pushing him forward.
He reached the room, and was curious to hear the sound of two men moaning. One of them was Sensui’s voice; the other one was softer, but cried out the most unexpected combinations of “Sensui” and some of the most obscene language Toguro had ever heard. His curiosity got the better of him, and he looked through the peephole on the door, to see Sensui plowing his cock into a teal-haired man with slighter build than Sensui’s own.
Sensui looked back at a distance though the peephole, and, pretending to nuzzle against Itsuki’s neck, told him, “He’s here”.
Breaking their lewd embrace, Itsuki walked towards the door, completely naked, his erection noticeably bobbing up and down with every step he took, and opened it.
Toguro, at this point, was somewhere between aroused and mortified.
“We haven’t been expecting you; however, make yourself at home,” Itsuki lied calmly (Minoru made sure to play to the weaknesses he had perceived in Toguro to get him to come back, and had been engaged in sexual activity with Itsuki for a good hour in order to get what he wanted), while he moved his hips seductively to get Toguro’s gaze centered on his cock. He himself had no interest in Toguro, but Sensui told him he had a feeling that Itsuki was more physically his type- and, upon seeing Toguro, Itsuki figured out it was true.
Toguro was absolutely speechless looking down at the other demon’s erection. He was lecturing him on how happy Sensui would be that he was here, but all Toguro could see was Itsuki’s cock, and Itsuki knew it and worked it to his advantage while he spoke. He wasn’t going to let Toguro have him, oh no; he was Sensui’s alone, and he wouldn’t let any one else touch him, unless Sensui demanded he do so for an erotic show. But he could tell Toguro was interested in him, and, after all, in the grand scheme of things, an erection was an erection. As long as Sensui got to have him and be happy for tonight, Itsuki didn’t care.
Stroking his cock, Itsuki said, “Please, come on in.”
Toguro followed, rationalizing his choice by saying that somehow, anyhow, he had to make it up to Sensui for treating him like garbage. Plus, he wondered, wouldn’t Sensui kill him and thus deprive Urameshi, inheritor of the Spirit Wave, of doing his appointed duty to make Fate smile upon him once more? A potent mixture of fear, arousal, and a sense of duty ran up Toguro’s spine, but he did not let it show on his face.
However, Sensui could plainly see it show in his pants.
Sensui sat up on the bed as a wicked smirk crossed his face. “So, I see the B-class weakling isn’t so weak in...other areas, now is he?”
Toguro, struggling between telling the other man off for mocking his power and wanting to thank him for the compliment to his size, said nothing and simply nodded his head.
The former Spirit Detective chortled as he got up, completely naked as his lover was (though flaccid and stuck in a refractory period), and started walking towards the former human. “I expected this outcome, as to your size. Sadly, however, I am quite spent, as I honestly did not expect you to come around, and, as I am a man to keep my promises, I spent quite a night with Itsuki since you refused my offer. Or so I thought. However, since you did agree to this, there is still a way.”
Sensui walked up towards the other man, tugged aside one of the lapels of his jacket, and started sucking on a nipple. Toguro tried to push him aside- perhaps as a last resort of unconscious resistance- but his hand was caught by Sensui’s left hand as he continued to lick his nipple.
He looked up at Toguro and teased, “It’s quite futile, you know. Now relax. I know you want this,” as he pushed the larger man onto the bed and moved his mouth slowly down towards his crotch. He slowly took the tip of Toguro’s clothed erection and started teasing it with his tongue through his pants, making the other man grunt and roll up his hips towards Sensui’s mouth.
Sensui, or rather the Minoru personality, couldn’t resist ragging on Toguro again. “See? I told you you’d like it.”
Toguro simply nodded (as best he could laying on the bed) and simply replied with a restrained “Mm”, as Sensui unzipped Toguro’s pants and exposed the other man’s gigantic cock to the cold night air.
Sensui had been waiting for this moment: his moment of conquest, the moment when he would get to experience the taste and smell of a creature that was currently a demon but has once been human, a state that Sensui envied. He wanted to be like the other man, to throw off his sinful mortal coil, but the closest he’d ever get was sucking his dick, taking in a part of him. Spurred on by this thought, Sensui started kissing the other man’s cockhead, and then, when Toguro least expected it, moving the tip of his tongue quickly against the slit.
Toguro bucked up again, and this time, Sensui decided to take action, and show him exactly what he was capable of. Moving his left hand towards the base and ensuring a steady grip, Sensui started swallowing as much of Toguro’s cock as he could manage, skillfully using his tongue to make sure the other man was feeling the maximum amount of pleasure that one could give. Toguro grunted again, and started thrusting upwards into Sensui’s warm, wet mouth; by this point in time, Sensui was sure that he could handle swallowing the whole thing, smoothly moved his mouth down towards the base, and started deep-throating the other man in earnest.
Toguro, who, by this point, was fantasizing about a twenty-year-old Genkai sucking him off, had to break his fantasy, as no woman, trans or not, had ever been able to deep-throat him- hell, most of them ran away screaming when they saw his penis. He had to open his eyes to reality: a man was giving him head. The best head of his seventy-odd years of existence by the first person who could take on his huge dick. And, Toguro thought, he looked damned good doing it, even if Sensui wasn’t his usual type.
Toguro’s mind was so clouded by the need to climax that he started not to care about any justifications he might have had for this encounter. All he could feel was Sensui’s tongue and throat muscles expertly working his cock, as if he were trying to milk him dry. Sensui, on the other hand, had found that having his nose buried in Toguro’s musky smell had, surprisingly, made him hard again, but he had no time to pleasure himself, as he had to show the other man how right his opinion was, and how much of a fool the former human had been for still chasing skirt.
Sensui then felt one of Itsuki’s shadow hands grasp his cock and start pumping away. Itsuki himself was off in the corner masturbating, watching his lover suck off another man and completely lose his inhibitions in doing so, being more completely pleasured than Itsuki could ever achieve...
Toguro felt the intense muscle contractions of orgasm work their way up his thighs and into his genitals. He held Sensui’s head down with one hand as he involuntarily powered up to about twenty percent, grunting as his seed spilled into the other man’s waiting mouth. Itsuki paid attention to when Toguro was coming, and then redoubled his efforts to jerk off Sensui with the shadow hand, so that he would come as well; not thirty seconds later, Sensui came, albeit with not as much force as Toguro had.
Sensui let go of Toguro’s now-flaccid cock, swallowed the semen that was still left in his mouth, and grinned mischievously at the larger man. “Now...admit that I was right. Women are neither beautiful nor useful.”
Toguro zipped up his pants and neatened up his jacket. “I still disagree. However, you were better than what I would have gotten from a lady of the evening.”
Sensui got up and pulled on his underwear. “You still are a fool. However, I applaud you for your compliment to my...skills. Perhaps there is still some untapped genius in you after all...between that and voluntarily choosing to become a demon.”
Another soft “Mm” came from Toguro’s lips as he slammed the door.
His brother was very disturbed that he had come back to their room so disheveled. “What the hell? You look like you just got laid!”
Younger Toguro didn’t have it in his heart to lie. “I did.”
“But…but…we got you whores for that! If you wanted sex so badly, why didn’t you stay here? Huh?”
“I had an obligation to someone.”
“An obligation? That’s bullshit! Fucking is not an obligation.” Elder Toguro’s dander had been gotten up. He yelled in a fit of anger, “You hear me, Brother? I’ll fucking kill the bitch who took you away from me, if I find her! I swear!”
Toguro removed his clothes, turned off the lamp over his bed, and laid down. “Be quiet, Brother. I’d like to sleep.”
“Fine!” With that Elder Toguro also went to bed, but his mind was focused on finding the one who stole his brother away.
***
Elder Toguro was searching frantically for the most evil person he knew- the one who had taken his brother away from him that night Sakyou had hired the prostitutes. He was but a head and part of an arm floating in the water around Hanging Neck Island, but he was seeking someone absolutely vile to take revenge on Team Urameshi, someone who reeked of pure, unadulterated evil- the one who had seduced his brother that night.
He called out on a special wavelength to anyone evil that may have been on the island; he would know the culprit by the smell, by the traces of his younger brother’s scent that was still on them.
To Elder Toguro’s surprise, the person who showed up was a man...a tall man with his hair slicked back, dressed all in black.
As he fished Elder Toguro’s remains out of the water, Sensui calmly stated, “I am Shinobu Sensui. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
He could still smell his brother’s scent on the man. “You...you’re the bastard who seduced my brother! How could you have...?”
“It is simple.” Sensui smirked at him. “I had to figure out his weaknesses is all.”
“You sick fucker...!”
Sensui laughed. “Precisely.”
Elder Toguro’s ranting began to go in an entirely unexpected direction. “You know, I need someone as heartless and vile as you to take my revenge against Team Urameshi. And who better than the bastard who connived his way into my brother’s bed?”
Sensui chortled a bit as he lifted up the other man’s remains by the hair. “You know what? You read my mind. I might have some use for you.”
Elder Toguro began to cackle insanely as Sensui trod towards the edge of the island.
-FIN
A Yu Yu Hakusho fanfiction by Sir Psycho Sexy
A/N: Younger Toguro/Sensui lemon ahead. Requested by my good friend Thoth Moon. This fic is a sequel of sorts to “Green Tea and Black Coffee” [url: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4522346/1/Green_Tea_and_Black_Coffee ], in that it hypothetically may have happened afterwards. (It’s a tangent to Toguro’s refusal at the end of “Green Tea and Black Coffee”.)
I hope you enjoy.
Dedicated to Thoth Moon (my beta) and Sekah.
_____
His head hurt.
The semi-final round had just ended, he had met with that rogue Spirit Detective, and his head hurt.
Younger Toguro cursed himself for having a headache at this time of night, especially, he thought, since his being a powerful demon would have prevented him from developing any kind of weakness or illness. But he could not help the whirlwind that was going around in his brain, the ceaseless trying to figure out what was going on with the finals coming up, and what exactly was with the man known as Shinobu Sensui.
“No woman is beautiful. But you, on the other hand...”
His words kept going around in Toguro’s head. It felt as if he had an obligation to Sensui, in a sense, and that he should have not so rudely refused him. It really wasn’t his fault he liked men, after all. And, even if homosexuality was a mental illness, like they had taught when Toguro was still human, Sensui seemed so sane and reasonable. And thirdly- a thought came down like lightning into Toguro’s brain- before the Westerners came, and their then-Victorian mores were hoisted onto Japanese culture, male-male romance and sexual relations were fairly common, and often seen as superior to male-female relations.
He wondered, even for an instant, if Sensui, for this reason alone, inherently had more honor and Japanese-ness than he ever did; he wondered, even for a moment, if he was akin to Yukio Mishima in both his sexuality and his warrior spirit. And furthermore, all things considered, due to Toguro’s own immense size, he had difficulty sleeping with biological females, because his enormous penis would hurt them, and, thusly, he usually called upon male-to-female transsexuals- which is how he met Miyuki and her triad.
He quietly rose from his hotel-room bed, pushed up his sunglasses, and turned on the lamp by his bed.
His brother was still up and looking out the window.
“I wonder when the hell they’ll get here,” he shrieked impatiently.
“Who, Brother?”
“I dialed up some call girls. Real quality ladies. Sakyou paid for them, and they’re coming around in about fifteen minutes.” Elder Toguro was quite fond of women, especially if they were just around to be used as a piece of ass or a come-dumpster and then kicked out after the boys had had their fun.
“No thank you.” Younger Toguro put on his clothes and left. “I have more important things to do.”
“Wh-What? You have better things to do than use a couple of whores? We got some especially for you that can handle you. Come back here...”
“I said no thank you.” With that, Toguro slammed the door, and went down to the lobby to find where Sensui was staying.
****
Younger Toguro went up the flights of stairs to Room 666 (the irony was rather lost on him as to the room number), where Sensui and Itsuki were staying.
He wondered to himself how it was that someone could afford to stay in this hotel if he wasn’t a tournament invitee, and he reassured himself that he would keep his cool no matter what would happen. He had to apologize to Sensui for walking out on him in the café; he had most undoubtedly lost face in that instant, and his sense of honor was pushing him forward.
He reached the room, and was curious to hear the sound of two men moaning. One of them was Sensui’s voice; the other one was softer, but cried out the most unexpected combinations of “Sensui” and some of the most obscene language Toguro had ever heard. His curiosity got the better of him, and he looked through the peephole on the door, to see Sensui plowing his cock into a teal-haired man with slighter build than Sensui’s own.
Sensui looked back at a distance though the peephole, and, pretending to nuzzle against Itsuki’s neck, told him, “He’s here”.
Breaking their lewd embrace, Itsuki walked towards the door, completely naked, his erection noticeably bobbing up and down with every step he took, and opened it.
Toguro, at this point, was somewhere between aroused and mortified.
“We haven’t been expecting you; however, make yourself at home,” Itsuki lied calmly (Minoru made sure to play to the weaknesses he had perceived in Toguro to get him to come back, and had been engaged in sexual activity with Itsuki for a good hour in order to get what he wanted), while he moved his hips seductively to get Toguro’s gaze centered on his cock. He himself had no interest in Toguro, but Sensui told him he had a feeling that Itsuki was more physically his type- and, upon seeing Toguro, Itsuki figured out it was true.
Toguro was absolutely speechless looking down at the other demon’s erection. He was lecturing him on how happy Sensui would be that he was here, but all Toguro could see was Itsuki’s cock, and Itsuki knew it and worked it to his advantage while he spoke. He wasn’t going to let Toguro have him, oh no; he was Sensui’s alone, and he wouldn’t let any one else touch him, unless Sensui demanded he do so for an erotic show. But he could tell Toguro was interested in him, and, after all, in the grand scheme of things, an erection was an erection. As long as Sensui got to have him and be happy for tonight, Itsuki didn’t care.
Stroking his cock, Itsuki said, “Please, come on in.”
Toguro followed, rationalizing his choice by saying that somehow, anyhow, he had to make it up to Sensui for treating him like garbage. Plus, he wondered, wouldn’t Sensui kill him and thus deprive Urameshi, inheritor of the Spirit Wave, of doing his appointed duty to make Fate smile upon him once more? A potent mixture of fear, arousal, and a sense of duty ran up Toguro’s spine, but he did not let it show on his face.
However, Sensui could plainly see it show in his pants.
Sensui sat up on the bed as a wicked smirk crossed his face. “So, I see the B-class weakling isn’t so weak in...other areas, now is he?”
Toguro, struggling between telling the other man off for mocking his power and wanting to thank him for the compliment to his size, said nothing and simply nodded his head.
The former Spirit Detective chortled as he got up, completely naked as his lover was (though flaccid and stuck in a refractory period), and started walking towards the former human. “I expected this outcome, as to your size. Sadly, however, I am quite spent, as I honestly did not expect you to come around, and, as I am a man to keep my promises, I spent quite a night with Itsuki since you refused my offer. Or so I thought. However, since you did agree to this, there is still a way.”
Sensui walked up towards the other man, tugged aside one of the lapels of his jacket, and started sucking on a nipple. Toguro tried to push him aside- perhaps as a last resort of unconscious resistance- but his hand was caught by Sensui’s left hand as he continued to lick his nipple.
He looked up at Toguro and teased, “It’s quite futile, you know. Now relax. I know you want this,” as he pushed the larger man onto the bed and moved his mouth slowly down towards his crotch. He slowly took the tip of Toguro’s clothed erection and started teasing it with his tongue through his pants, making the other man grunt and roll up his hips towards Sensui’s mouth.
Sensui, or rather the Minoru personality, couldn’t resist ragging on Toguro again. “See? I told you you’d like it.”
Toguro simply nodded (as best he could laying on the bed) and simply replied with a restrained “Mm”, as Sensui unzipped Toguro’s pants and exposed the other man’s gigantic cock to the cold night air.
Sensui had been waiting for this moment: his moment of conquest, the moment when he would get to experience the taste and smell of a creature that was currently a demon but has once been human, a state that Sensui envied. He wanted to be like the other man, to throw off his sinful mortal coil, but the closest he’d ever get was sucking his dick, taking in a part of him. Spurred on by this thought, Sensui started kissing the other man’s cockhead, and then, when Toguro least expected it, moving the tip of his tongue quickly against the slit.
Toguro bucked up again, and this time, Sensui decided to take action, and show him exactly what he was capable of. Moving his left hand towards the base and ensuring a steady grip, Sensui started swallowing as much of Toguro’s cock as he could manage, skillfully using his tongue to make sure the other man was feeling the maximum amount of pleasure that one could give. Toguro grunted again, and started thrusting upwards into Sensui’s warm, wet mouth; by this point in time, Sensui was sure that he could handle swallowing the whole thing, smoothly moved his mouth down towards the base, and started deep-throating the other man in earnest.
Toguro, who, by this point, was fantasizing about a twenty-year-old Genkai sucking him off, had to break his fantasy, as no woman, trans or not, had ever been able to deep-throat him- hell, most of them ran away screaming when they saw his penis. He had to open his eyes to reality: a man was giving him head. The best head of his seventy-odd years of existence by the first person who could take on his huge dick. And, Toguro thought, he looked damned good doing it, even if Sensui wasn’t his usual type.
Toguro’s mind was so clouded by the need to climax that he started not to care about any justifications he might have had for this encounter. All he could feel was Sensui’s tongue and throat muscles expertly working his cock, as if he were trying to milk him dry. Sensui, on the other hand, had found that having his nose buried in Toguro’s musky smell had, surprisingly, made him hard again, but he had no time to pleasure himself, as he had to show the other man how right his opinion was, and how much of a fool the former human had been for still chasing skirt.
Sensui then felt one of Itsuki’s shadow hands grasp his cock and start pumping away. Itsuki himself was off in the corner masturbating, watching his lover suck off another man and completely lose his inhibitions in doing so, being more completely pleasured than Itsuki could ever achieve...
Toguro felt the intense muscle contractions of orgasm work their way up his thighs and into his genitals. He held Sensui’s head down with one hand as he involuntarily powered up to about twenty percent, grunting as his seed spilled into the other man’s waiting mouth. Itsuki paid attention to when Toguro was coming, and then redoubled his efforts to jerk off Sensui with the shadow hand, so that he would come as well; not thirty seconds later, Sensui came, albeit with not as much force as Toguro had.
Sensui let go of Toguro’s now-flaccid cock, swallowed the semen that was still left in his mouth, and grinned mischievously at the larger man. “Now...admit that I was right. Women are neither beautiful nor useful.”
Toguro zipped up his pants and neatened up his jacket. “I still disagree. However, you were better than what I would have gotten from a lady of the evening.”
Sensui got up and pulled on his underwear. “You still are a fool. However, I applaud you for your compliment to my...skills. Perhaps there is still some untapped genius in you after all...between that and voluntarily choosing to become a demon.”
Another soft “Mm” came from Toguro’s lips as he slammed the door.
His brother was very disturbed that he had come back to their room so disheveled. “What the hell? You look like you just got laid!”
Younger Toguro didn’t have it in his heart to lie. “I did.”
“But…but…we got you whores for that! If you wanted sex so badly, why didn’t you stay here? Huh?”
“I had an obligation to someone.”
“An obligation? That’s bullshit! Fucking is not an obligation.” Elder Toguro’s dander had been gotten up. He yelled in a fit of anger, “You hear me, Brother? I’ll fucking kill the bitch who took you away from me, if I find her! I swear!”
Toguro removed his clothes, turned off the lamp over his bed, and laid down. “Be quiet, Brother. I’d like to sleep.”
“Fine!” With that Elder Toguro also went to bed, but his mind was focused on finding the one who stole his brother away.
***
Elder Toguro was searching frantically for the most evil person he knew- the one who had taken his brother away from him that night Sakyou had hired the prostitutes. He was but a head and part of an arm floating in the water around Hanging Neck Island, but he was seeking someone absolutely vile to take revenge on Team Urameshi, someone who reeked of pure, unadulterated evil- the one who had seduced his brother that night.
He called out on a special wavelength to anyone evil that may have been on the island; he would know the culprit by the smell, by the traces of his younger brother’s scent that was still on them.
To Elder Toguro’s surprise, the person who showed up was a man...a tall man with his hair slicked back, dressed all in black.
As he fished Elder Toguro’s remains out of the water, Sensui calmly stated, “I am Shinobu Sensui. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
He could still smell his brother’s scent on the man. “You...you’re the bastard who seduced my brother! How could you have...?”
“It is simple.” Sensui smirked at him. “I had to figure out his weaknesses is all.”
“You sick fucker...!”
Sensui laughed. “Precisely.”
Elder Toguro’s ranting began to go in an entirely unexpected direction. “You know, I need someone as heartless and vile as you to take my revenge against Team Urameshi. And who better than the bastard who connived his way into my brother’s bed?”
Sensui chortled a bit as he lifted up the other man’s remains by the hair. “You know what? You read my mind. I might have some use for you.”
Elder Toguro began to cackle insanely as Sensui trod towards the edge of the island.
-FIN