Dance of the Hours

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Quoth: jenfunnoda@aol.com
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Notes: Story idea borrowed heavily from a Gundam Wing fic (I forgot the title, sorry).

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"Can you believe this shit?!" Yuusuke ranted as he sat next to Kurama at lunch. "Damned Ofukuro making me go to damned Hakubo's damned Western wedding, and wants me to be in it!" He tore the cover off his lunch angrily.

Kurama laughed. "Most people usually attend the weddings of family members, Yuusuke," he said easily, seated in the dining room in Genkai's temple during a break in training. "Careful, you might break Yukina's cups, and then Hiei won't be happy," he warned as the energetic movements he usually loved to watch threatened a piece of cherished porcelain.

"Yeah, but I gotta be IN it! That means I gotta stand next to whatever dumbass is marrying my aunt, and I gotta dance with some stupid bitch Ofukuro is pairing me up with!" Gently, to make Kurama happy, he set his teacup down on the table carefully.

"Why don't you ask Keiko to the wedding? She can dance with you, I'm sure, if you don't like the thought of dancing with a stranger," Kurama suggested. While he wholly undood ood how Yuusuke felt, he didn't really think it was quite fair to accuse the girl of 'bitch-hood' before they'd even met. Even so, the thought of Yuusuke dancing with a strange girl -- or Keiko, for that matter -- created a painful tug at his heart which he sternly silenced.

Yuusuke made an irritated gesture. "Her whole family's going on some big-damned-deal vacation that weekend. She was telling me about it, but I forgot." Here he rubbed the back of his head. " 'sides, uh, that's not the biggest problem."

"Why? What's wrong?" Instantly on the alert, Kurama leaned forward. "What is this problem?" If Yuusuke had a problem, he had to help him. [I hope nothing's wrong with Yuusu. no. no, it couldn't be that... what if they can't afford to pay for a wedding gift? It could be...]

"I can't dance," Yuusuke mumbled, avoiding Kurama's eyes. As soon as the words left his mouth, he glanced around, as though suspicious someone was listening in on them.

Kurama blinked. "You can't... that's it? Oh Yuusuke, you had me worried for a moment there. I thought it was a major disaster!" Unable to help himself, he laughed, a small chuckle of relief. Calming himself quickly at the look on Yuusuke's face, he said seriously, "So, you need to dance at this wedding. Okay. I can see how this presents a problem." He paused. He could teach Yuusuke, if he wished... but would he accept? More importantly, would he, Kurama, be able to control himself during the teaching?

"Yeah, uh, so, do you know how?" He scratched the back of his head again. When Kurama said that he did, Yuusuke asked, "Could you teach me?" Seeing the redhead's eyes widen slightly, he quickly said, "Unless you don't want to, I mean. I could always, uh, ask Keiko or something." [But why the hell would I want to? I don't know how long it takes to learn that, but I know I get to hold him the whole time...]

"I... of course I will, Yuusuke. I'm honoured that you'd ask me to help you." [Don't you blush... don't you DARE blush!] he told himself fiercely. "I... how does tomorrow sound? I'm free that day. Your place or mine?" Instantly, he wanted to shoot himself for his poor choice of words. [Just write on a big sign, why don't you? "Kurama, aka Minamino Shuuichi, loves Urameshi Yuusuke."]

"Uh, mine. You got all your family over and they might get in the way kinda." [Plus, Ofukuro is probaby passed out drunk or out in a bar, so she won't bother us... MAN! It's gonna be hard, and I really mean hard, being that close to him...] "Thanks, Kurama..."

"Oh, it's no problem at all, Yuusuke," Kurama reassured him quickly. "It's really quite easy, you'll pick it up in no time." Smiling, he offered one of his 'Kaasan's cakes to Yuusuke, knowing that they were an especial favourite of the dark-haired boy's. After all, that's why he'd requested that 'Kaasan make them, though he disliked causing trouble for her. "Please, help yourself."

Yuusuke's eyes lit up, devouring the treat greedily. "Thanks!" he managetweetween bites, and probably would have licked his fingers if he wasn't trying to be a little less vulgar than normal in front of the taller boy.

"You're welcome, Yuusuke," Kurama said warmly, sincerely. [Seeing the smile on his face is thanks enough. I'm just glad I can help him like this. Keiko has his love, but at least I can do small things like this for him.] "What time would you like me to come over tomorrow?"

"I dunno, I guess whenever you wake up. It'll probably take a while for me to learn; I'm kinda slow." He couldn't help a big, somewhat silly, grin from taking over his face.

"Well, I could come over when I wake up, but I don't think you want me coming around at half past five, so I'd better come around nine."

"Five thirty??? Never mind, I don't want to know." Yuusuke winced at the mere thought of the hour. It was not for human beings. But then, Kurama was significantly more than "just human". "Okay, I'll see you then!"

******************THE NEXT MORNING**************

Kurama took a deep breath as he rung the doorbell of Yuusuke's apartment. He had instructed Yuusuke to wear comfortable clothes, even if he'd be wearing a "damned preppie suit" on the day. It was better and easier to learn if people were comfortable. Similarly, he himself had forgone his usual Chinese clothing to wear a pair of white jeans and a white t-shirt with simple black slip-on shoes, his red hair a brilliant splash of colour.

He knocked on the door expectantly, and waited patiently. When all of five minutes had gone by and knocking proved fruitless, he tried the door handle, and to his surprise it swung straight open. "Yuusuke?" [Maybe he expects me to come straight in.] "Yuusuke?" he called louder as he stepped in, slipping off his shoes and walking barefoot into the small apartment. "Yuusuke, are you here?" When there was no response, he tried calling again, this time including Yuusuke's mother. "Atsuko-san? Yuusuke?"

"Kurama." The sleepy murmur echoed faintly in the hall, followed by a few unintelligble words, followed by loud snoring. From a crack in the partly open door, the green-eyed one could see that Yuusuke was sprawled on his back in bed, sleeping soundly, sheets tangled around him.

Kurama sighed in fond exasperation as he stepped into the room. For a guilty moment he hesitated, watching the sleeping form sprawled out comfortably, dark hair brushing across his face, soft mutterings occasionally interrupting what otherwise looked like a very enjoyable sleep. [I could touch him now, tell him safely how I felt, and he'd never know...] Firmly crushing that tempting impulse he stepped up to the bed, and bent over Yuusuke, giving him a gentle but firm shake. "Yuusuke. Wake up, Yuusuke," he said firmly, ignoring the murmur of complaint at the disturbance the shaking made. Tighteniis gis grip slightly, he repeated, "Come on, Yuusuke, wake up, it's me, Kurama. Wake up, Yuusuke..."

"Nn," was the only warning Kurama had before an iron-strong arm wrapped around his back, pulling him down against the sleeping boy's chest. "Stay," Yuusuke murmured, the soft voice he so loved mixing and warping in his mind so that the dream Kurama said he was leaving.

The kitsune felt a flush creep onto his skin. Warmth mixed deep within his chest at the feeling of Yuusuke pulling him close, until a cruel thought intruded in the form of logic. [He doesn't know it's me. Yuusuke... who are you dreaming of?] With a painful pang, he pulled back a little, trying a new tactic -- gently stroking and slapping Yuusuke's face. "Yuusuke, come on, wake up!" he called, loudly. "It's time for your dancing lesson, remember? Come on, Yuusuke, wake up right now!"

"Kurama?" He cracked open one dark eye, waiting until it focused to be sure that's who it was. [I guess it wasn't a dream that I heard his voice...] Waking fully, he realized that he was holding the taller boy rather forcefully against him. [Oh, shit!] Pulling his arm away, he quickly said. "Sorry. I musta grabbed you in my sleep." [Man, what a waste! Had him on me and I thought I was dreaming!]

Kurama laughed softly to hide his inner turmoil. "You did, but that's all right, I don't mind." [Oh, I didn't mind at all...] Smiling, he stood and cleared his throat before teasing, "Were you planning to wake up for your lesson any time today, or should I just go home now?" He regarded Yuusuke with very-well hidden admiration, noting the tousled dark hair, eyes faintly hazy with sleep still... It completely failed to occur to him that his simple white clothing made him look equally as attractive.

"No, don't go anywhere," Yuusuke said immediately, fighting back the dark flush on his cheeks. [He... didn't mind?] It was on the tip of his tongue to tease Kurama about that, but he decided not to push his luck. "D you you look good," he said, not realizing he'd voiced his thoughts until he caught the look Kurama was giving him. "I mean, uh... You know..." [What's wrong with your head, Urameshi?! He's probably suspicious already from you grabbing him, and who knows how much you said in your sleep!]

Kurama's cheeks flushed slightly, and he turned his head so that Yuusuke wouldn't see it. "I... thank you. A compliment from you about my looks is high praise, I think! I... I'd better leave the room so you can get changed," he suggested. [He thinks that I look good? Well, accept the thought happily, it's all you'll ever get off him.]

[You. Are. An. Idiot.] He cursed himself as the door closed behind the redhead. Sighing, he stood before his clothes chest, pulling off his shirt and throwing it on the floor. He didn't know that the door was still partially open, or that Kurama was standing just outside it.

Instantly, Kurama's breath caught in his throat as he caught a glimpse of Yuusuke's naked chest, with its well-defined musculature and smooth skin. [Oh, Yuusuke... you look damn good yourself, did you know that? Would you be angry if I told you?] Quickly, as Yuusuke's hands wandered down to the waistband of his pants, he tore his gaze away before he could be tempted to look any further. [STOP IT! He trusts you as a friend. He's in LOVE with KEIKO! Stop staring at him like some old hentai! Just because he's gorgeous. God, take a cold shower!] He railed angrily at himself in an attempt to tame his bodily reactions.

A few minutes later, Yuusuke appeared, wearing a dark dress shirt and pressed black slacks, the same thing he would wear to the wedding, except for the shoes. "OK, ready," he said, not noticing he nearly hit Kurama with the door on the way out.

"So I see. You look very good as well." It was no lie -- the formal, stylish clothes only accentuated Yuusuke's charms in Kurama's eyes, though to Kurama he was handsome even in that horrid green school uniform. [I suppose it doesn't look any worse than a PINK uniform on a RED-haired young boy,] he reminded himself.

"Heh, thanks," Yuusuke replied, rubbing the back of his head and leading Kurama into the living room, kicking aside a few empty bottles. "Ofukuro went out drinking, so she won't be back for a while; we got the place to ourselves."

Nodding, Kurama held up a tape before going over to slip it into the player. Music filled the small apartment, and Yuusuke scratched his head, looking a little nervous. "So, uh... how do we do this?" he asked unsurely.

Kurama thought about it. "I guess it's best to just start learning by doing. Here, you lead, and I'll take the ladies part for now. You go forwards, I'll go back. Watch my feet, and listen to what I tell you." Having said that, he hesitated for a brief, awkward moment before placing a hand on Yuusuke's shoulder, and holding his other hand. "Put your other hand on my waist," he whispered huskily. "Yes, that's right."

Yuusuke bit his lip at the tone. [Relax, damnit! Can't get all excited already.] Trying to forget how soft, and warm, Kurama felt under his hands, he watched their feet. It seemed to be going well, until he stepped on the redhead's foot by accident. "Sorry," he said quickly.

"It's all right," Kurama reassured him with a light laugh. "You're doing really well -- everyone steps on their teacher's toes at least once while they're learning to dance. I know I did." [He's so warm, and his grip on my hand is so strong...] He forced himself to snap out of the beginnings of a fantasy involving those strong yet tender hands.

Yuusuke moved back a bit. [We keep getting closer together... that won't be good...] "Kurama? How close do you gotta stand to the other person?" [If it's any more than it is now, there'll be some explaining to do... and I really don't want to...]

"Well... that really depends. If it's a romantic dance, and your partner is the one you love, you dance very close. With your bodies pressed together. If it's a polite dance, about this distance now is fine. Remember, the distance tells the partner how interested or uninterested you are, and you can insult people by going too far away or pressing too close."

"How... close should I dance... to you?" His mouth went dry. [Don't get offended or anything... God Kurama, so warm...] Unconsciously, the hand on his side tightened slightly.

Kurama blushed slightly. "I... it's up to you, Yuusuke. It's up to how close you feel comfortable dancing with me, and how close you want to practice dancing in case you need to hold this girl close. The closer the dancing, the more likely you are to tread on toes or long skirts and so the more practice you need." [Oh wonderful. Just say "DANCE REALLY CLOSE TO ME!!" It'd be about as subtle as what you just said. Oh, Yuusuke, I'm sorry...]

"How do I hold you closer? Do I have to move my hands?" When Kurama gave him a slightly startled look, he said "Well, uh, might as well learn now..." [Yeah, right. How you gonna pull this one off?]

"Here," Kurama murmured softly as he moved Yuusuke's hand to the correct position and moved in closer. "Like this, Yuusuke." His mouth felt suddenly dry. Yuusuke was holding him, holding him close, the start of every fantasy he had -- and he couldn't do a damned thing about it. The glint of sadness in his eyes was quickly covered, and gently he began to move, pulled Yuusuke across the floor, murmuring instructions in a low tone, their bodies so very close.

[Too close, Kurama. Move back, or I'm going to embarrass the hout out of both of us.] As they moved across the floor, he tried thinking of everything else but the lean body in his arms, and failed. [Oh shit, not now, please not now.] Beg himself as he may, Yuusuke still grew hard at the closeness. [Shit.]

Kurama abruptly stilled as he felt something unmistakable pressing against him. Blinking in astonishment, he stared at Yuusuke, wide-eyed. [He's... hard? But Keiko... I don't understand...] Meanwhile, his body responded to this fantasy made real by hardening in response. Up until now, Kurama had done an admirable job of self-control, but it failed him now as his arousal betrayed itself.

They stood stock-still in each other's arms, both wide-eyed. "Kurama..." [This has gotta be a dream... I'm gonna wake up any minute with Kurama telling me we have to start our lesson.] "You... too?"

"I..." Overcome with shock and shame, Kurama bowed his head, unable to respond past the thoughts racing through his head. [Yuusuke... hard... why... he said... but no... he pulled me down earlier... but that was a dream... wasn't it? Hard... no, not possible... not for me...]

[He's disgusted... Oh damn... But... He's hard too... then... why is he looking down...?] "Kurama... I... are you... mad?" When there was no reply, he got a sinking feeling in his stomach. "I'm sorry... tried to control it... but..." he took a breath, "you're so close..." [Now he knows... Damnit, if he runs away from me... I'll... I'll.. I don't know what I'll do.]

Jerking his head up, eyes wide with surprise, Kurama exclaimed "No! No, I'm not mad, I'm just confused, I... what about Keiko? Yuusuke, I... I'm so sorry. I truly am. This is all my fault." [Moron! You've hurt his feelings now... but... he got hard because I was near him? And he pulled me close this morning in his dream... what if...?] Hope and despair warred in the crystal green eyes. Hope that maybe, just ma.. a.. and despair as the knowledge of Keiko hovered over that hope like an invisible spectre.

Slowly, shakily, Yuusuke lifted a hand, making sure that he wouldn't startled Kurama by keeping it in view. The kitsune turned his head, as though expecting a slap, but the dark-haired one only laid his palm against the pale cheek. "Kurama... don't be sorry..."

Just as slowly, one slender hand crept up to touch the hand on his cheek, hold it there lightly. "I... I'm not mad. I just thought... that you might be."

"No," he said softly, "not mad..." [OK, this is it...] Taking a deep breath, he leaned in, kissing the soft, full lips once, lightly. With a slight gasp,ama\ama's eyes flew open, then fluttered shut, his free hand coming up to tremblingly touch his lips where Yuusuke's had lingered not a few seconds before. When his eyes opened again, they were full of surp, an, and hope, and the beginning of a great joy shining in their depths.

"Kurama... I..." [Just say it, you wuss.] "love you." He held his breath. [Don't get scared... god, don't get scared, Kurama...] He rubbed his thumb against the soft skin of the redhead's face, looking into those large green eyes.

"Yuusuke, I..." Kurama breathed in, shakily. "I never thought... I'd hear you say those words... for me. I dreamed... and wished... but I never thought... Yuusuke, I love you too, for so long, so long..."

Letting out his pent up breath, he pressed his mouth to the taller boy's again, his heart pounding in his chest. [Kurama... god... can't believe it...]

With a soft, moaning sigh, Kurama pressed his slightly parted lips against Yuusuke's, almost melting into the kiss. His arms came up to wrap around the younger boy's shoulders, his body relaxing against the other's strong form. [He loves me... he said so, and he never lies... my god... thank you, whoever's listening to my prayers, thank you! Oh, Yuusuke... yes, oh yes...]

Yuusuke locked his arms around the redhead's slender waist, lips hungrily tasting the ones he'd been dreaming of for so long. His hips began rocking in time with the soft instrumental music floating from the stereo, creating a new dance, one just for the two of them. Kurama's lips parted open further, an undemanding invitation, giving Yuusuke a choice, as his hands gripped tightly onto the younger boy as if he may fade away like a dream, white knuckles belying the strange sense of calm bliss that seemed to envelop him like an aura.

Yuusuke pushed his tongue into the hot mouth against his, caressing the slick muscle that met his. Confident as he may have pretended to be, Yuusuke had never kissed anyone before, and was unsure if he was doing what Kurama wanted.

Kurama moaned, pushed himself more tightly against Yuusuke, his simple white clothing a stark contrast to Yuusuke's dark, formal wear, his brilliantly red hair mixing with strands of deep black, green eyes hazy with pleasure and gazing into chocolate-brown. Kurama thought he could drown in those eyes. [I could die at this moment and be content,] he thought vaguely. [Strong warm tender hungry want more ah yes like that, bright life blazing in a dark-clad body, strong warm sweet safe...]

"Kurama," Yuusuke whispered, his voice slightly deeper from pleasure. Slowly, he ran a hand up the taller boy's side, wanting-no, needing-more of his heat and his soft skin.

"Yes." The word was a moan, a plea, an offering all at once. Kurama's world had shrunk down to Yuusuke's touch, taste, scent, and he craved more. "Oh, Yuusuke..." Eyes as green as the stems of the roses he loved so, brushed by eyelashes and hair as blood-red as the petals... and those eyelashes were fluttering half-open, colours so bright against creamy smooth skin... the young human fox was an intoxicating sight. "Yes, Yuusuke..."

Moaning, Yuusuke buried his face into the other's neck, mouthing the thin skin. Pulling Kurama's hips more firmly against his, he slipped his hands underneath the soft white shirt to stroke over his back. Yuusuke almost felt dizzy at the heat and emotions that were raging within.

With a soft cry of wonder and pleasure, Kurama's head tipped back further, willingly offering the full expanse of his slim throat, silently begging for more. His hands moved, burying themselves in Yuusuke's dark hair and pressing softly, as if wanting to demand attention more strongly, yet still afraid to do so. Yuusuke shivered at the unvoiced demand, and he opened his mouth further, drawing the skin between his lips. Closing his dark eyes, he bit gently, nibbling on the sensitive tissue before soothing the small marks with his tongue.

Soft cries of joyous wonder came from Kurama's throat, barely audible but there. Mewls, moans, groans, whimpers -- all vibrating in his throat and creating a near-constant stream of musical sound as the redhead's sweet husky voice rose and fell, a counterpoint to the slow dance music on the tape that was still playing a soft romantic tune. Red hair hung in the air, swinging slightly as Kurama moved his head, silky strands shining and waving softly.

The seductive sounds Kurama was emitting was causing Yuusuke to tremble, and to thrust his hips forward against the other's as well. [God, Kurama, just hearing you breathe is enough to turn me on... How do you make me feel this way every time I see you?]

Kurama's hands slowly slid down, out of the dark hair and across Yuusuke's neck, coming to rest lightly at the collar of the dress shirt the deliquent currently wore. There they hovered, a silent question as eager fingertips traced the pulse at Yuusuke's throat.

He moaned softly at the gentle touches. "Yes," he murmured. "Kurama..." [Do whatever you want], he continued mentally. [What you want is what I want...] He refrained from the urge to grind against the slim body, to grasp the so sensually curved hips and press them against his... He swallowed thickly. [Whatever *he* wants...]

Gently, so gently, Kurama took Yuusuke's face in his hands, tilted his head back, and bent his lips to the tan skin as his hands slowly wandered down, unbuttoning the shirt one torturously slow button at a time, touching that sleek, muscled chest he had seen earlier that morning, dreamed of so often. [And now it's real. I'm really touching him, he's letting me, he WANTS me to...] With a soft mewl, Kurama renewed his efforts with increased vigour.

The dark-haired boy's breath caught in his throat, threadiis sis strong fingers into the silken red locks. "Kurama..." He wasn't sure if he'd spoken, the sensations robbing him of conscious thought. "Want you... love you... need you... Kurama..."

He was answered with a low moan. "Love you too," Kurama murmured feverishly against the taut throat pressed aganst his lips. "Love you need you love you need you love you need you..." the soft mantra hung in the air sweetly as the redhead gently tugged Yuusuke's shirt out of the waistband of his slacks, leaving the shirt hanging open. Drawing back for a moment to admire the sight, he gently shifted the shirt half-off Yuusuke's shoulders and began to kiss his way down from underneath the chin, mouth following hands down the throat, across the collarbone, onto the nipples and beyond in a wanton dance.

Yuusuke knees nearly buckled as he felt the wet mouth against the low ridges of his stomach, his hands again finding their place among the bright locks. "Kurama... please...." [Please don't be such a cruel tease. I need you to touch me...]

Kurama couldn't help but smile with quiet joy at the tone in Yue'se's voice. Reaching the waistband of the slacks, he paused for a moment, showering gentle kisses on the younger boy's stomach, soft skin over hard, lean muscle. His hands lingered uncertainly at the fastening of the dark pants. "Yuusuke?" he queried softly, not knowing if this was all right, if Yuusuke wanted to go this far, do this much. [Please, Yuusuke... let me show you how much I love you, want you...] Hesitantly, his fingers stroked the bulge in the pants, delighting in the reaction that followed, but he dared go no further without Yuusuke's permission.

Yuusuke trembled, his muscles jumping at the feather-light touch. "Please," he begged hoarsely, eyes clenching shut. "Please, Kurama..." When he realized it was consent the redheaded beauty wanted, he managed a nod, not knowing if the kitsune was even looking up at him.

With a soft sigh of relief, Kurama's mouth continued to attend the muscles dancing under the skin while his hands gently unfastened the pants, tugging them down and toying with the waistband of Yuusuke's underwear before taking mercy on the groaning boy in front of him, slowly drawing them down as well. Extending a trembling hand, he realised his inexperience for the first time since they had kissed. [This is my first... well, my human body's first... never even kissed... and it was so long ago for the youko...] Suddenly his stomach knotted tightly. What if he did it all wrong? What if Yuusuke laughed at him? Though his proud kitsune side reassured him, told him to go on, his human half could not help but fear. Closing his eyes for a moment, he opened them and took Yuusuke's hard cock in a tender, firm grasp, and gently began to swirl his fingers along the shaft and across the head, slowly gaining confidence with each passing second, every reaction.

"Oh God," Yuusuke gasped, his hands curling tighter into the soft strands. The touches were so gentle, so exploring, that the dark-haired one felt his knees become weak again, holding tightly to Kurama for support. It was quickly becoming as difficult to stand as it was holding back from pulling that hot mouth towards his nearly painful erection, and he bit into his lip to keep control.

The beginnings of a relieved smile tugged at Kurama's lips, and pleasure danced mischieviously in his green come-hither eyes at observing Yuusuke's reaction. Exploring further, he allowed one hand to settle into a rythym while the other began to caress further, exploring gently, touching inner thighs and the heavy sac and the oh-so-sensitive skin that lay just behind it -- and Kurama knew from self-exploration just *how* sensitive could be, if pressure was applied *just* right...

Yuusuke threw his head back, a sharp strangled cry wrenched from his throat. He didn't know *what* Kurama had just done to him, but oh god did it feel good... His mouth worked, trying to get the other's name past his throat, but only succeeded in a choked sob.

Kurama stared up, openly entranced by the sight of Yuusuke like this, as free and wild in his passion as he was is fis fighting, his attitude, his daily life. Emboldened by the encouragement he had received so far, he bent his head, red silky tresses spilling over his shoulders, and kissed the head of Yuusuke's cock before running up the underside with his tongue. Then, unable to restrain himself any longer, he shaped his mouth tightly around the head and looked u Yuu Yuusuke, waiting.

The dark-haired boy panted, waiting, frustrated by the sudden lack of movement. [Kurama... What are you waiting for?!] He looked into the other's emerald eyes, his own deep chocolate ones flashing with heat and love and desire. [Do it, Kurama, please!] "Yes, Kurama..." he whispered.

With a soft sound, Kurama obliged, slowly descending upon Yuusuke centimetre by painstaking centimetre, doing his best to make sure Yuusuke enjoyed the slow torment. His hands continued to dance languidly over skin as he continued his downwards movement until he could go no further. Then he drew his mouth back up the shaft, sucking lightly as he did so.

The world around Yuusuke disappeared until all that was left was Kurama... The feeling of his mouth and hands, of his soft hair brushing against bare thighs... He moaned, fingers shakily sliding through those silken red locks. "Kurama..."

Hungry heart devouring every word, tone of voice, movement, Kurama increased his ministrations. Speeding up his pace and sucking harder, he allowed his tongue to swirl languidly and eagerly drank in the sight of Yuusuke lost in pleasure with wanton emerald eyes. [For me... this is something I've been able to do to him... for me...] Moaning around a mouthful of Yuusuke, Kurama allowed his mouth and hands to say what his voice currently could not.

The vibrations of the moan pushed Yuusuke over the edge, the only warning he could give his beloved was a loud cry before spilling his hot essence into Kurama's waiting mouth, shuddering from the pleasure.

Quickly, Kurama grabbed at Yuusuke's thighs to support him, swallowing the creamy seed. [He came. I made him come!] The joyous thought was quickly eclipsed by concern as Yuusuke groaned, legs shaking despite Kurama's support.

Yuusuke opened his eyes, laughing shortly at the mildly alarmed look in the other's eyes. "I'm OK, Kurama... more than OK... Just a little hard to stand." He sank to his knees slowly with the other's help, stroking the beautiful face as he regained his breath. "Kurama..." he murmured, kissing him softly and tasting himself on the skilled lips.

Relieved, Kurama kissed back eagerly, welcoming Yuusuke's lips as fervently and lovingly as he had welcomed every other patch of skin he had tasted. Slender, graceful hands stroked the hard, defined muscle of Yuusuke's chest and stomach, sliding up around the now-bare shoulders and down to the similarly bare thighs. To the kitsune, it was pure heaven to be allowed to touch Yuusuke this way -- to have Yuusuke WANT him to.

Slowly, Yuusuke ran his hand down the other's side, vaguely surprised that Kurama had managed to keep all his clothes on. [Guess I'll have to fix that], he decided with a grin, taking hold of the white garment and pulling it up towards Kurama's head, pressing lightly kisses to the skin he exposed.

Groaning softly, Kurama tipped his head back, torn between helping Yuusuke ull ull the shirt off and remaining still in case Yuusuke wanted to play some more. [Oh, I want... I want... but I like to play, too. And I suppose I deserve the same teasing I gave.] With a smile, he stroked the dark hair.

"Mm." Grinning, Yuusuke pulled the shirt up around Kurama's arms so he could neither move them, nor take the garment off. "My turn," he whispered, drawing a nipple in with his strong, soft mouth.

"Ah!" Unable to move his arms, Kurama could only writhe and moan under Yuusuke's teasing attentions. [Oh god oh god oh god...] "Nnh... Yuusuke!" Deep green eyes glazed over with a sheen of desire and hunger, and Kurama squirmed helplessly under the other boy's ruthlessly pleasurable mouth. Balance askew, no longer able to keep his previously kneeling position, he began to collapse to the side, about to fall onto the floor.

Seeing Kurama about to topple over was the last thing Yuusuke expected, and he quickly caught the taller boy. "You all right?" he asked, lowering him to the floor.

"Yeah," Kurama whispered breathlessly. "More than all right," he continued, joking mildly on Yuusuke's earlier comment. "But that just felt so good... more, don't stop, please..." He looked pleadingly up at Yuusuke, unaware of how he seemed at that moment, eyes glassy with passion and unashamed need, voice husky with desire, pale pure skin slowly flushing a deep red.

Yuusuke was quickly becoming aroused again by Kurama's sensual state of need. Swallowing, he slowly unbuttoned the white pants, prepared to stop if the redhead asked him to. "Never did this on anyone else before," he confessed in a whisper, sliding the clothing down and off before touching the other's erection with careful, uncertain fingers.

Kurama moaned. "Don't -- worry -- about-- that," he managed to gasp out. "Neither had I -- Oh!" He brought a hand up to his lips, biting a finger hard as he fought to regain his control. For all that he was a youko, he was also a fifteen year old human boy, at least physically, and he had already been aroused for so long. Almost sobbing, he struggled to restrain himself, even as he writhed under Yuusuke's strong, calloused, gentle hand.

Feeling his mouth go dry, the dark-haired one wrapped his fingers around the throbbing member, exerting gently pressure as his fist stroked the length slowly. He was always harsh on himself, but couldn't bring himself to do anything that might hurt the delicate-faced kitsune.

A constant, soft stream of sound flowed from Kurama's lips. Whispers of "yes", "more", "Yuusuke", "love you", "oh please" were all intermingled with mewling cries, moans, sighs and murmurings. The taller boy tossed his head, long crimson hair spilling over his shoulders, the floor, sweat-slicked bangs framing his face. His eyes, usually so piercingly clear and quick, were glazed over so thickly with pleasure and delirious joy that they were practically opaque. Long, slender fingers clawed frantically at the carpet.

Licking dry lips, Yuusuke copied the kitsune's method of taking the weeping erection into his mouth. It was a strange, exciting feeling, feeling Kurama pulsing between his lips, tasting liquid salt that dripped into his tongue. He sucked at the hot skin, sliding it as far into his inexperienced mouth as he could before he gagged. [Hope I'm doin' this right...]

"Yuusuke!" Kurama cried out, a wailing moan, as his whole body felt as though it was on fire. "Oh... God, Yu- Yuusuke, I c-can't... can't hold out... too good... too damn good... can't..." He moaned, feeling useless and awful at his poor performance, but he couldn't help it. He'd already been aroused, burning up inside for so long... "Yuusuke!" he wailed, pleadingly, begging for forgiveness.

Swallowing the bitter fluid, the dark-haired one lifted his head. "Kurama," He murmured, easing his body over the kitsune's and kissing him lightly. "Love you."

"Love you too." Kurama relaxed as the warm peace of the afterglow heated him from the inside, melting all the fear-cold places in his heart. Sighing, he touched Yuusuke's face. "Yuusuke... that was wonderful. I never dreamed you'd feel the same... I --"

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" The two boys gasped at the voice and squirmed awkardly, Yuusuke still on top of Kurama, to view a very drunk, very pissed-off Urameshi Atsuko. Apparently she finished her drinking quicker than Yuusuke had thought.

"Well?" she demanded of the two speechless boys. "I'm waiting for an answer here! You!" and here she stabbed her finger unsteadily in Kurama's direction, "weren't you supposed to be teaching my son how to dance?"

s, Us, Urameshi-san," Kurama whispered respectfully, humiliated.

"Well, what the hell kind of dance is this?"

"The horizontal tango, Urameshi-san," Kurama replied, meekly and absolutely straight-faced.

"Oh." The drunken woman stopped to think about that. "Well, as long as it matches that stupid music," jerking an unsteady hand towards the stereo where Kurama's tape still played, "I guess it's okay." And with that, she stumbled off to her futon, grabbing a few aspirin on the way.

Yuusuke stared openmouthed as the bedroom door closed. "You," He began, his tone very much like his mother's, "are absolutely amazing. I had no fucking idea what I woulda said to her!" Laughing, he relaxed, resting his forehead against Kurama's.

Kurama laughed as well. "I didn't either, really," he admitted. "My only hope was to try and brazen it out with an innocent face and hope like crazy that she doesn't remember any of this later." Smiling, he reached up, wrapping his arms tightly around Yuusuke before placing a tender loving kiss on his lips.

Returning the kiss, the shorter boy grinned. "If she remembers, I'll tell her that you're my boyfriend and you gotta come with me to the damned wedding." After another kiss, he added, "Then I don't gotta dance with some stupid girl!"

Kurama smiled, a dangerous glint in his eye. "Perhaps that would be best. After all, if you danced with anyone but me, I might be... upset." Inwardly, though, he rejoiced at Yuusuke's casual acceptance of him as a "boyfriend", and damned what the world thought.

" 'Upset' is bad," Yuusuke teased, laughing again when Kurama swatted him. "Hey, don't worry! Even if I do gotta dance with some girl, I'll save the last dance for you."