A Glorious Mistake

A/N: Done for Spring Kink: prompt, "Keiko/Yusuke - wounds and bruises - She patches him up after a battle and finds herself excited."

It was a quiet Saturday evening; at the very least, “quiet” according to the standards of Yusuke Urameshi and Keiko Yukimura. Bickering demons in the background, a bellyaching Yusuke seated on the floor, covered in bruises and scrapes because he had made the foolhardy mistake of trying to train with Hiei (at least, she mused, Hiei had enough respect for her boyfriend that he didn’t actually kill him during the training exercises), and the television going on behind them in some sort of muffled background noise.

“Fuck!” Yusuke spat. Usually he didn’t mind all the pain he went through, but, in order for Keiko to take care of his wounds, just this once, he was exaggerating how much pain he was going through. Sure, he seemed to have a broken rib, but he was an S-class demon- he could do more than suck it up.

Keiko knew this well, but guilt and love let her attend to his whims. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah…sort of…” His face grimaced.

“Why don’t you lie down, and I’ll go get some band-aids and rubbing alcohol?”

“Whatever, Keiko. I’ll do it myself.”

“No, I want to do it, Yusuke. Just let me do it.”

Yusuke, terrified of angering his girlfriend (he did not like the armor-piercing slaps she gave), and also proud that his reverse psychology had worked on her for once, sighed and lay down on the living-room floor, while Keiko went to the medicine cabinet to get supplies.

In the five minutes she spent rummaging for bandages, rubbing alcohol, and cotton balls, Yusuke had decided the floor was quite to his liking after a rough battle (training with Hiei was, according to any definition, a rough battle), and had fallen asleep.

Keiko climbed back down the stairs with the supplies, knelt beside the now-sleeping Yusuke, and carefully removed his shirt using some scissors that she had happened to find in the medicine cabinet (it was a cheap three-hundred-yen T-shirt, she could always go buy another one, and Yusuke wouldn’t complain- he lost shirts to battles all the time). She peeled back the cotton in order to expose his chest; she then attentively wet a cotton ball with rubbing alcohol, tried to go over some of the scrapes and the place where the rib had seemingly broken, but found herself unable to do anything.

She had dropped the cotton ball, and had spilled the rubbing alcohol all over the floor; she barely seemed to notice this, since she was enraptured with the sight of her boyfriend’s upper body, criss-crossed with scars, dappled with bruises. She had seen Yusuke shirtless many times before, but this seemed different. Seeing him this vulnerable did something to her, reminding her that he wasn’t all that superhuman, that he could be something other than the tough street punk and now demonic descendant that he portrayed on the outside.

The juxtaposition of a man’s body crossed with scars and bruises was, to her chagrin, starting to make her panties wet.

She then got a hold of herself, picked up the cotton ball, started treating Yusuke’s wounds, and told herself, No, Keiko! Not now! You have to fight your urges! You have to see that he gets better, plus you don’t really want to have sex until your wedding night!

When the cool cotton ball touched one of Yusuke’s wounds, he made a noise in his sleep quite like a moan. This made Keiko all the more flustered, trying to contain her arousal, trying her damndest to get her mind out of the gutter, and trying to get a hold of herself once more.

This pattern went on for twenty minutes, with Keiko’s mind racing in directions that she really didn’t want it to go in (what if she had hurt him? what if one of his male compatriots decided to comfort him in much the same way she was doing now, and she got to watch?), her thighs involuntarily tensing up to put some sort of pressure on her clitoris until she felt she was about to burst, and, in between bouts of lust, her getting a grip on herself and tending to Yusuke’s wounds.

When she was done with Yusuke, she decided that she really couldn’t take it anymore, and charged up to the bathroom with the remainder of the supplies. After hastily shoving them back in the medicine cabinet, she sat down on the toilet, removed her soaked panties, spread her legs, and started rubbing her swollen clitoris.

Since she had been so aroused, and had unconsciously been rubbing her thighs together, it took her about two minutes to orgasm. Her legs started to spasm in front of the toilet, she laid her head back, and screamed the only thing she was thinking of while she came:

“YUSUKE!”

She got off of the toilet, her legs still wobbly from release, headed into her bedroom for a spare pair of panties, and pulled them on. Unfortunately, Yusuke had heard her screaming his name downstairs, and had bolted up, wondering what it was this time that she was mad at him for.

After putting the dirty pair of panties in the hamper, she walked downstairs to the best of her ability, and saw Yusuke wide awake.

“Shit, what am I in trouble for now, Keiko? I know you don’t like my girly magazines, but…” Yusuke looked honestly puzzled.

Keiko blushed. “Nothing, Yusuke. Nothing.”

“Then why were you screamin’ my name, huh?”

“None of your damn business!”

“Geez, I didn’t know you were so sensitive about playin’ with the man in the canoe!”

Keiko breathed in sharply; Yusuke had gotten her secret right.

“Look, ‘sokay. I rub one out every once in a while. It’s nice that you were thinkin’ about me while you were doin’ it. I would have expected you were jerkin’ it to Kurama or something! Chicks go nuts over him, and I didn’t think you’d be any different from anyone else like that.”

Keiko didn’t know whether or not to be mad at him after this; confused and lost in any emotion that she had, she just hugged him.

Feeling him hug her back, even through the pain, meant a lot to her.

This was a glorious end to a glorious mistake.

FIN