Voyeuristic Intentions

Disclaimer: Roses are red. Violets are blue. I don’t own. So you can’t sue. :P
AN: Hey, everyone! First time posting here and first citrus-y ANYTHING I’ve written in a while, much less completed. Basically a PWP, mainly written to see if I still remember how to do this. ^^U If you enjoy my work, let me know. I’m trying to get back into the fanfiction world, and any word of encouragement at all helps. Constructive criticism is appreciated. Flames will be given to Hiei to roast dinner.
THIS STORY CONTAINS SLASH/YAOI/TWO GUYS HAVING SEXUAL THOUGHTS AND ACTIONS ABOUT ONE ANOTHER. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Warnings: Slash, masturbation, voyeurism (duh)
Summary: Someone has finally moved in to the house next door to one Yusuke Urameshi, but he hasn’t had a decent night’s sleep since that day. Why, you may ask? Let’s just say, to Yusuke, curtains are overrated.
Voyeuristic Intentions
YYH
AU
YusukeXKurama
1 am. Well past the appropriate time for good little boys to be in bed asleep. Yusuke Urameshi, however, was not one of those good little boys. He lay across his bed in the dark, fidgeting restlessly as his dark brown eyes kept flickering out his window.
1:15. Come on…
1:30! On the dot, the room across the alleyway flooded with light, spilling into the night through the uncovered window.
Lucky for Yusuke, his neighbor wasn’t one of those good little boys either.
Yusuke’s breath caught and his pulse sped as the object of his interest, oh who was he kidding at this point, obsession walked over the threshold. A redhead of uncommon beauty carefully closed the door behind him, hanging his jacket on the chair by the door. After blinking a bit in the bright light, he turned on the standing lamp and cut the overhead light, bathing the room in a soft, golden glow. He reached a slender white hand up to his neck, apparently rubbing away some tension, and sat on the edge of his bed.
Once again, Yusuke praised his luck. Their rooms were just so positioned that the redhead’s bed lay on the other side of the room, giving Yusuke a perfect view through their windows, a fact he blessed every night ever since the other boy moved in next door. He felt a small pang of guilt at his thoughts. Honestly, he never would’ve pegged himself to be this kind of person, but after he saw… that, he hadn’t been able to stop himself.
The redhead had moved in not too long ago, but due to his mother being, well, who she was, and Yusuke’s own meager social skills, they hadn’t even been introduced. Yusuke didn’t even know anything about him, not his name, age, or if he was seeing anyone. All Yusuke was sure of was Red studied a lot, he was probably gay, and knew how to give Yusuke the best show of his life.
Movement from the other boy’s room brought Yusuke out of his hormone-induced reverie. His eyes locked on the redhead as the boy once again reached up to his throat and carefully released the top button on his crisp white button-down. Yusuke’s breath seemed to get shorter and faster as more of the shirt unbuttoned, revealing an all-too-tantalizing slice of pale skin down the middle of his chest. With a graceful shrug of his shoulders and a quick flick of his wrist, the shirt slid off, leaving the redhead bare to the waist.
Yusuke gulped thickly, throat suddenly dry as he took in the sight before him. Narrow shoulders, a beautifully trim waist, and a form that was the envy of any dancer. God he was beautiful…
Suddenly sharp green eyes pinned him in place, making Yusuke nearly swallow his tongue. He froze, his heart beating a rapid tattoo against his ribcage until that intense gaze moved on. He let out a suppressed sigh of relief. He was almost certain he’d been caught, but that was stupid. It was pitch black outside and Yusuke’s own room was blacked out making Red’s room the only source of light. There was no way he could have seen him!
Red’s hands went to his belt, once more gaining Yusuke’s undivided attention. He watched greedily as the belt was removed followed by the sensible gray slacks, leaving the redhead in nothing but his skin.
Hungry brown eyes absorbed every inch. It was kinda pathetic, he mused, he didn’t even know the guy’s name, but knew he went commando... and that he had an ass you could bounce coins off of. A fascinating little fact that just hinted at what the quiet redhead was really like…
The redhead sat carefully on the edge of his bedspread, idly toying with a deep crimson forelock. Yusuke’s breath stilled as that hand left that silky hair to trail down his pale chest.
Was he? Oh dear God, please let it be one of those nights!
No sooner had the desperate thought left his head then the hand trailed back up to circle a pale pink nipple. Slow, increasingly smaller circles brought the flesh to a hard point and drool to Yusuke’s mouth. Coyly, the finger circled his nipple but wouldn’t make actual contact, only to repeat the process with the other.
Dammit! What kind of man would tease himself, and therefore Yusuke, this much?! Yusuke was very familiar with his own hand, but he never tortured himself like this!
Finally, Red raised his hand to his mouth and daintily licked his thumb and forefinger, pink tongue making long sure strokes that brought a sweat to Yusuke’s brow. He did the same with his other hand and lowered both down to those lonely-looking points and at last began to pinch and roll them between his fingers. He tossed his head back, long throat oh-so-white framed by blood red hair, full, pouty mouth open in a silent gasp. Yusuke gasped along with him, idly palming himself through his pajamas.
The redhead bit down on his bottom lip, hard. A slow trickle of blood leaked out from his mouth. He must have been afraid of making more noise and accidentally bit his lip.
Heh, I’ll make you scream, pretty boy, Yusuke’s smirk was downright wicked as he licked his own lips, aching to taste that bloody mouth.
Soon he seemed ready to move on, ceasing the torment of his nipples once they were flushed a deep pink. He released his lip to pant softly, the abused flesh matching the nubs on his chest. His hands slid slowly downward, tracing the lean muscles of his torso before ending at the apex of his thighs.
Do it, do it, do it, do it, Yusuke chanted in his head as slowly, almost shyly, those long, white legs parted, revealing the redhead’s trembling erection, the rosy head now brushing his stomach. Much like the man himself, it was long and slender, with a slight, graceful curve to it. At the base he sported a tidy nest of fine, tightly curled hair, proving that the boy was indeed a natural redhead. He paused for a moment in his ministrations and opened a small earthenware jar on his bedside table. Dipping his hand in, he came back with a smear of oil, gleaming gold in the half light. Long slender fingers curled loosely around his erection and stroked gently, his eyes sliding half-shut, pleasure glowing in their green depths.
Yusuke’s hand was in his own pants by now, mimicking the redhead’s slow, teasing strokes. Oh God, if he didn’t do something soon, he might just explode from the frustration alone! What a humiliating way to die…
Then, the redhead shifted, sitting back on his hips, legs spreading even wider for balance. Reluctantly, his left hand ceased fondling his balls, choosing to support him instead as he leaned back. Those tormenting fingers moved on from the redhead’s arousal to that small patch of skin behind the base, the small circles over sensitive skin causing shudders to run rampant through his body. Then, those oiled fingers dipped lower, carefully circling his flushed opening. Yusuke gulped harshly, hard as a rock at seeing the normally unruffled redhead showing such… vulnerability.
One finger slid in, Red’s head snapping back in a wordless cry. First one, two, then three, Yusuke’s own strokes increasing in speed as he watched the beautiful redhead finger-fuck himself. Red slowly slid backwards to his elbow, his support arm loosing strength as he grew closer to the end. A sudden, almost violent twist of his hips and thick white liquid arced up with enough force to hit his chest. A drop of deep red blood landed beside the white, and Yusuke had the passing thought that he wanted to clean both fluids from that skin before all he knew was white-hot ecstasy.
Panting heavily, he kicked off his soiled pants and watched as the redhead shakily got to his feet and slid beneath his dark green comforter.
As Yusuke stared at the figure on the bed, fighting the weirdest urge to curl up with him and see if he smelled as good as he looked, the brunette came to a decision. Tomorrow. Tomorrow would be the first point of contact.
The next morning found Yusuke in front of the neighboring home, fidgeting nervously, and constantly adjusting his jacket.
Alright, Urameshi, time to stop being such a pussy. Just knock on the door and introduce yourself. Not hard. Yusuke took a deep breath, drew himself up, and raised his hand to knock only to stop just short of hitting the chest that had suddenly appeared. Yusuke’s breath left him in a rush as he suffered the impact of intense green eyes up close.
“May I help you?”
God, even his voice is sex on a stick… what was he saying? Get a grip, Urameshi! Answer him! Don’t just stand there staring like a dumbass!
“Uh, hey! Name’s Yusuke Urameshi. I, uh, live next door?”
“Ah, yes!” The surprised pleasure on the redhead’s face threatened to derail Yusuke’s train of thought again. “Our neighbors! So, I was right and you do exist!”
Yusuke blushed a bit, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “Yeah, sorry bout that. Ma’s really got no manners.”
“Oh, and where are mine?” The redhead laughed softly, the sound infectious and bright. “I’m Shuichi Minamino, but my friends call me Kurama.”
“Think I could, too?” Yusuke asked hopefully, cocky, confident attitude right back in place.
“I’d like that,” Kurama answered, offering his hand.
Yusuke stared for a moment, remembering all too vividly where that hand had been last night, before giving himself a good mental bitchslap and shaking the offered hand.
“Here’s to a beautiful relationship, Red!”
Kurama chuckled again. “Why ask for permission to call me by my nickname only to gift me with another?”
Yusuke paused, tilting his head. Crap. That’s what I’ve been calling him in my head. Mainly because “Yusuke’s personal fantasy made real” is way too long. “I dunno. Seemed appropriate?”
“…you’re an odd one, Urameshi-san.”
“Please, it’s Yusuke.”
Another laugh. Apparently Yusuke amused him, but the brunette had a feeling he was missing the joke.
“Alright, then. Yusuke it is.”
“Hey,” Yusuke began, deciding his impulsive nature had gotten him this far. “You doin anything? I was gonna go grab some food if you wanted to come. My treat?”
“I’d like that.”
“You would? Great!” Yusuke reached in his pocket only to come up empty. “After I grab my God-dammed wallet. Be right back.”
“No rush, Yusuke. I’m not going anywere.”
“Better not…” Yusuke muttered, darting up the stairs into his house, oblivious to the hungry, heavy-lidded eyes locked on his form.
This promises to be interesting. Kurama thought, his smile darkening into something distinctly more carnal. After all, being watched is much more fun when you know your watcher.
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Well, there ya go. Hope you enjoyed. :D Come on, did you really think Kurama would be oblivious to that sort of thing? Much less be careless enough to do THAT in front of an uncovered window? X3
Sequel is unlikely, but eh, who knows where I’ll go with it.
Let me know your thoughts!
Inspired by:
I Get Off by Halestorm
You don't know that I know
You watch me every night
And I just can't resist the urge
To stand here in the light
Your greedy eyes upon me
And then I come undone
And I could close the curtain
But this is too much fun

I get off on you
Getting off on me
Give you what you want
But nothing is for free
It's all give and take
The kinda life we make
When your line is crossed
I get off
I get off

So much left unspoken
Between the two of us
It's so much more exciting
To look when you can't touch
You can say I'm different
And maybe I'm a freak
But I know how to twist ya
To bring you to your knees

I get off on you
Getting off on me
Give you what you want
But nothing is for free
It's all give and take
The kinda life we make
When your line is crossed
I get off
I get off

But you don't know
What you can't see
Is what I do for you
I do for me

I get off on you
Getting off on me
Give you what you want

Yeah

I get off on you
Getting off on me
Give you what you want
But nothing is for free
It's all give and take
The kinda life we make
When your line is crossed
I get off
I get off

Yeah I get off!