Hot Chocolate

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Kurama smiled as he sat back, making himself comfortable. Yuusuke had invited him over for a day, and it was a pleasant feeling to be asked not for his academic skills, nor any other kind of help, but simply to 'hang out' as most ordinary human boys their age did. Of course, he reflected, he and Yuusuke were far from ordinary, but that didn't change that fact that it was nice to be able to enjoy a simple human pleasure once in a while.

"Glad you could come, Kurama!" Yuusuke called from the kitchen. He was desperately looking for some food to offer his guest. [Chi. Of course we don't have any food.] He opened a cupboard, and several empty bottles fell on his head. "Shit!"

Hearing the shout, and a crash, Kurama jumped to his feet in alarm. "Yuusuke? Are you all right?" he asked worriedly, fully prepared to go down there if need be, but holding back for the time being. Yuusuke's pride would be bruised if he went down there and made an unneeded fuss, and the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt Yuusuke's feelings.

"Yeah, fine. Just attacked by a bunch of damned bottles." Grumbling, he kicked them out of his way. "Sorry." [Wait! I know!] He opened a drawer, digging in the back and pulling a long box out. [Didn't think I'd be giving it to him this way, but...] Returning to his bedroom, the dark-haired one set the box down before the redhead and opened it, revealing two rows of milk chocolate. He bought the treats and was intending on give them as a gift, but had never gotten to the nerve to do so.

Kurama blinked in surprise and delight. "Chocolate? Thank you, Yuusuke -- I love chocolate!" Eagerly, he reached out, then drew his hand back as he saw the ornateness of the box. "I... Yuusuke, I can't eat these, they're meant for a special occasion, surely." And indeed, the box was fancily wrapped, and the chocolates were the expensive sort. [And very nice they are, too,] he thought a little wistfully, remembering when Hatanaka-san had given Shiori a box of this type of chocolates and she had shared them.

"They're for you. I mean, uh, to eat. They're for nothing special." [Not true. *You're* special.] "Just dig in!" He took one himself and popped it in his mouth, grinning.

Reassured by Yuusuke's taking of the chocolate, Kurama decided that it was safe to indulge. Throwing a smile at Yuusuke, unaware of how dazzling that smile was, he said, "Thank you. In that case, I will!" Gladly, he took a chocolate and bit into it, closing his eyes and savouring the flavour, making a slight, soft sound of appreciation as he let it melt in his mouth.

Yuusuke's eyes widened. [Damn... Even the way he eats is sexy!] He shoved another treat in his mouth, not paying attention. He was too focused on watching the play of Kurama's lips out of the corner of his eye.

Swallowing, slender throat rippling with the motion, Kurama opened his eyes and smiled gratefully at Yuusuke before popping the other half of the chocolate into his mouth. Having been held in his hand, the chocolate had been melted by body heat and chocolate clung to his delicate fingertips. Once he finished the chocolate in his mouth, he forgot his usually perfect manners and sucked the chocolate off, licking each fingertip clean one by one. It was the mark of Kurama that he effortlessly managed to make even this action look graceful and elegant.

Yuusuke's breath caught in his throat. Seeing the slender digits between the soft-looking lips was having dramatic effects on his body, so much so that he missed his mouth completely with the next chocolate and it fell in his lap. Yuusuke took no notice.

Finishing the first chocolate, Kurama gave in to his cravings and allowed himself to take a second chocolate. [No more,] he told himself sternly, [at least not yet. Do you want Yuusuke to think you're a selfish, greedy pig??] With this firm self-admonishment, he decided it would be forgivable to savour and enjoy this chocolate he held in his fingers to the full. Lifting it to his lips, he sucked on it briefly before nibbling gently on it, leaving a faint trail of chocolate on his lips as well as on his fingers. Sighing with the pleasure that only a chocoholic who rarely indulges can truly appreciate, he tossed his head back, shaking his hair away from his face. It spilled back neatly onto his forest-green shirt, while his legs were doubled up underneath him, elegantly clad in skintight black denim. His bare feet were casually tucked beneath him. All in all, he was a breathtaking sight. And he knew it, though he doubted that Yuusuke thought of it that way. he sighed inwardly. [If only he did...] But since Yuusuke was oblivious, at least a little bit of harmless flirting and showing off his looks wouldn't hurt. And goodness knew it was all he'd ever get to do with Yuusuke.

The dark-haired one's jeans suddenly felt uncomfortably tight. [Kurama... My God...] He wanted to take those sweetened lips in a heated kiss, and press the slender body against his own... [Stop! You know what's gonna happen if you keep thinking like that...]

Kurama continued to nibble at the chocolate, momentarily oblivious to everything but the pleasure of an addiction long denied. He knew quite well that he had to be careful around chocolate or he'd eat every bit there was, but there was no harm in making the enjoyment last and making a small portion eminently satisfying. Smiling, he closed his eyes to better savour the sweet treat. [Ah, just right. White chocolate is too sweet, dark chocolate sometimes isn't sweet enough. But this is perfect.] Opening his eyes, he noticed suddenly that a chocolate was lying in Yuusuke's lap, almost as if Yuusuke had dropped it there and not noticed it. [How strange...] So there it was, lying on Yuusuke's *very* flattering jeans... Quickly, Kurama pulled his thoughts into focus and whispered, somewhat huskily because of his thoughts, "Yuusuke... are you going to eat that chocolate?" And he indicated with his hand the rich sweet in question.

"Uh? Eat what?" Had Kurama not pointed, he would have just listened to the words spoken in the sultry voice and nodded mindlessly. "No, go ahead and have it." If he was thinking straight, he would have thought about his reply a little.

The redhead imagined himself bending over and slowly, oh so slowly, taking the chocolate into his mouth from where it was... and hastily buried the thought as his breathing started to quicken. "Oh... thank you, Yuusuke," he said, smiling at him a little, not taking his eyes off the other's face as he reached for the chocolate. [Focus on the face, not the jeans, the face! The face: the eyes, the lips... uh-oh, I'm in trouble again...] His hand wavered a little and brushed the fabric of the jeans as he picked up the chocolate, sending a tiny, invisible shiver of pleasure up the fox's spine. [I hope he doesn't get mad at me for that... if he does, at least I got to touch him. But he won't. He thinks of me as a friend, but that's all. He won't think twice about an accidental touch like that.] Sighing sadly, Kurama brought the hot, melty chocolate to his lips, sucking briefly on it and getting a smudge on the side of his mouth, in addition to more on his lips and fingers.

Yuusuke bit into his lip, that accidental brushing making him hard to the point it was nearly unbearable. [Didn't think he really would... I gotta...] "I'llberightback," he said, talking so fast his words ran together, and he slipped off the bed and walking hurriedly into the apartment's small bathroom, closing the door behind him and leaning against it. Sighing, he closed his eyes, running his fingers firmly over his arousal through his jeans.

Surprised, and a little hurt, Kurama stared at Yuusuke's rapidly retreating form, his fingers still holding the chocolate bare millimetres from his lips. [Did I offend him after all? No, he would have said so if I had, it's not his way to just leave. He's always straightforward. No, he must just have needed to go to the bathroom. But I might have made him uncomfortable...] Resignedly, he bit into the sweet, deciding to enjoy this last sweet. [No more,] he decided firmly. [When Yuusuke comes back, he'll think I'm greedy and disgusting if I don't stop eating so much of the chocolate.] In thinking this, he completely ignored the fact that there were still almost twenty chocolates in the box, and he had not exactly hogged any of it. Slipping the last of the chocolate in his mouth, he closed his eyes and allowed it to slowly dissolve in his mouth.

In the meantime, Yuusuke had moved away from the door and into a more comfortable position. He had worked his jeans down to his thighs, and was stroking the burning need, imagining that the hand was slender and pale, and those beautiful green eyes on him. "Kurama," he moaned, not thinking to try and stifle himself.

The redhead's eyes snapped open, and he swallowed the chocolate. [Did I just hear my name? No... the only one here to say it is Yuusuke, and why would he say it? I must have imagined it... unless he's somehow fallen over and is calling for help...] Suddenly worried, and not stopping to consider exactly how unlikely it would be that bold, never-say-die Urameshi Yuusuke would call for help after slipping in the bathroom, Kurama moved quickly and quietly to the bathroom, stopping outside the door. He didn't want to go charging in if he HAD been mistaken, after all.

The dark-haired one, after another long moment of the rough pleasure he was giving himself, cried out as the orgasm hit, throwing his head back and striking it against the wall. Sighing, his hand slowed, savoring the aftershocks. [That's better], he thought hazily.

Emerald eyes widened in alarm as Kurama heard Yuusuke's voice again, this time in a loud, wordless cry, followed by the sharp cracking sound of a body making an impact against something hard. [He is in trouble!] Kurama thought, horrified. Not giving himself time to think, he wrenched the bathroom door open, leaving a bit of chocolate smeared on the handle from his hand. He skidded to a stop inside the room. "Yuusuke, are you all ri--" The red haired boy abruptly cut himself off when he realised that Yuusuke was not in trouble at all. Humiliation warred with arousal inside him as he couldn't help but stare, frozen, at the sight of Yuusuke, half-naked and still flushed red with arousal in front of him. One word echoed over and over in his head. [Magnificent.] Everything he had fantasized, and more.

"Ku-Kurama!" Yuusuke was frozeo, oo, one hand still wrapped around himself. [He's staring... Well no shit he's staring! You were jerking off, calling his name! Why the fuck WOULDN'T he be staring?!] His usually quick tongue failed him. "I, uh..."

Kurama blushed when Yuusuke spoke, jerked out of his reverie. Humilation won the battle inside him for now. [My God, you've just walked in on him during... this... such a private moment! Oh, nicely done, Kurama, he's sure to hate you now!] "I -'m s'm sorry Yuusuke, forgive me, I thought I heard you call my name, and then I thought I heard you fall, and I came in to help you... I'm so sorry, I never meant to... please forgive me..."

"I-it's OK. Probably shoulda waited until after you left..." [Even thought *you* made me want to so bad...] He shifted his hips slightly. "Uh, can I, uh..." he made a vague gesture to his indecent state. [Ohshitohshit... He heard you call his name...]

Instantly blushing harder, Kurama nodded. "Oh, of course, I'm sorry, I'll leave if you want me to, we can hang out some other day..." He backed away to the door, swallowing nervously, lips, face and fingertips still smeared delicately with a fine layer of chocolate. Seeing Yuusuke like this made *him* want to run off to some private corner and incorporate the living sight into his fantasies as quickly as he could... but wait, why had Yuusuke called his name at all if he was...?

"Wait, Kurama," Yuusuke said quickly, tucking himself back into his jeans and wiping his hands on a towel. "Kurama, uh, what did you hear me say... before you... you know...?" He stood in the doorway, clenching the doorframe.

"Uhh..." Red with embarrassment, Kurama decided he owed Yuusuke the truth. "I just thought I heard my name being called, so I went to investigate, and then I heard you cry out and I thought you'd fallen, so I went in and, uh... well, that's all. I don't know what made me think I heard my name -- it was just my imagination working overtime, I guess." [I wish I *had* heard it... oh, I wish... he's so sexy and brave and full of life... but it's not for me. I can only flirt and pretend.]

Yuusuke looked away slightly, his fingers starting to ache and the doorframe splintering slightly under his grip. [I ruin fucking everything.] "You did hear me, you didn't just think you did. Sorry Kurama. Wish you didn't. I'm sorry."

Kurama blinked, his mind slowly beginning to comprehend Yuusuke's deceptively simple words. "You... you *did* say my name?" he asked wonderingly, suddenly needing confirmation. [Before I do what I'm about to do... what I'm dying to do... what I HAVE to do... please, Yuusuke, tell me you did say it.]

"Yeah. You probably fucking hate me now, so you can go if you wanna." He still refused to look at the other, preferring to instead to focus on some invisible point just over Kurama's shoulder. [Never gonna see him again, he'll tell everyone else and they'll beat the shit out me... He hates me...]

The redhead gasped in shock at that, and forgetting all rules of propriety, he ran forward and grabbed Yuusuke by the shoulders, looking him deeply in the eyes with a fiercely protective gaze. "Listen to me, Yuusuke," he whispered huskily. "I don't hate you. I could NEVER hate you. Don't say that -- don't even THINK that!" The passionate vehemence in his tone shocked even him. [But I won't let anyone run you down... not even you.]

Yuusuke's eyes dilated in surprise. "What - Kurama? Why don't you hate me? Why aren't you pissed off?" [Why are you looking at me like that? I'm so fucking confused!] He found himself wanting to break the intense gaze, but couldn't.

Kurama took a deep breath. "Because... when I saw that you weren't hurt... realised what you were doing... I thought that you hadn't called my name after all. And... I wished with all my heart that you had. I... I care for you, Yuusuke. I love you. And I could never hate you. If anything, you should hate me for bursting in on you like that, I know I'd be furious, I... mmmph..."

The dark-eyed one cut off whatever else Kurama planned to say by pressing their lips together in an awkward kiss, taking advantage of the redhead's closeness to wrap both arms around his slim waist and draw him close. "I love you too," he said simply, meaning everyt Kur Kurama had said, and more.

Surprise quickly gave way to joy as Kurama's mind processed Yuusuke's words, and his body reacted to them, and to the dark-haired boy's touch. Feeling love and desire ignite together in his chest, he drew close to Yuusuke, melding against him tightly as they kissed, trying to feel more of Yuusuke's body heat, smell more of his scent -- to just feel more of Yuusuke. Kurama's lips parted eagerly, hoping Yuusuke would take the invitation.

The shorter boy's tongue darted into the open mouth, hungrily devouring the sweet taste of chocolate and another sensation that was purely Kurama, one that made his blood heat in his veins and causing him to harden again.

Moaning, Kurama ground hungrily up against Yuusuke, ached for more sensation, more stimulation. His arms wrapped around Yuusuke, his hands gripped spasmodically at Yuusuke's waist, back,uldeulders, anything that might bring Yuusuke closer, let him taste more and more.

"Uhn!" The dark-haired boy groaned, startled by the rough contact from the gentle-faced boy. Grasping thnsuansual curves of Kurama's hips, he forced the taller boy against him, returning the thrusts with equal force, his mouth tearing away from the other's lips to explore the slender white throat.

With a mewl of pleasure, Kurama tipped his head back, exposing his entire throat openly to Yuusuke's touch. It felt so strange for such a gesture to feel this right -- one NEVER exposed their throat in the Makai, there was too much treachery about. And it went against every fox instinct. Yet somehow it felt right to expose his throat to Yuusuke, to show him how much he trusted him, loved him, wanted him. [And oh it feels good... my human throat has always been so sensitive... I must be the only boy who ever strokes his throat while touching himself at night.] Moaning, his eyes, glazed over, he whispered, "More, please, Yuusuke. I love you. More..."

"Love you too," Yuusuke replied, lips moving against flesh as he spoke, feeling the kitsune shudder. He varied the caresses his mouth gave, some a mere brushing of the lips, others a pressing of teeth into the so-white skin, trying to discover which made Kurama's cries the loudest.

Whimpering, Kurama shook helplessly under Yuusuke's ruthlessly tender, thorough mouth. [Oh, he's so good at this, so good...] Hands wandering up into dark hair, he pressed gently but firmly, begging for more. He could feel the pulse at his throat jumping, begging for attention almost as much as the rest of his body... oh, would he...?

The dark-eyed boy felt the throbbing vein under his lips, and Kurama's gentle guidance towards it. Smirking, the lips parted, drawing the pulse into his mouth and sucking the thin skin that covered the rapidly increasing beat.

"Ah!" The cry fell from Kurama's lips, rapidly followed by a low litany of whispers, moans and sobs in a husky, sultry v as as Kurama's world shrunk down to Yuusuke's mouth on his throat, Yuusuke's body pressed against his own. "Yuusuke..." The name was a whispered prayer.

"Kurama," The dark-haired boy growled in response, vibrations from his mouth carrying to the tensile flesh, causing the sensitive vein to tremble.

With a sob of pleasure, Kurama stumbled back, hitting the wall, green eyes glazed with desire, red hair spread around his face like a living halo. "Yuusuke..." he moaned, reaching out for the younger boy with his hands as he leaned back against the wall for support.

"You okay?" Yuusuke asked softly, dark eyes turning upwards. He stroked a slow hand down Kurama's stomach, taking in the beauty of the kitsune in his pleasure.

"Aa." Kurama's eyes lowered to look deeply into Yuusuke's dark, dark eyes, and he took a deep breath at the enflaming look that burned within that chocolate gaze. "I... I just..." Lowering his lashes a little as he looked Yuusuke directly in the eye, he purred slightly, "Will you... will you take me to your room?" [I hope that wasn't too forward, that I haven't angered him...]

Grinning his wide, audacious grin, Yuusuke slipped his hand into Kurama's, squeezing it. "Let's go," he said, tugging the taller boy towards his room, hunger in his eyes.

Laughing softly with joy, Kurama followed eagerly, face alight and body alive with grace. When they reached the bedroom, he slipped out of Yuusuke's grip, and moved to a corner of the room, taunting, teasing, laughing. "Catch me if you can," he whispered huskily, leaf-green eyes sparkling.

Dark eyes glittered from the challenge, and he lunged at Kurama, seeking to pin him against the wall, but was surprised when the graceful boy dashed out of his grasp.

Laughing, Kurama stared at Yuusuke's openly stunned expression. "Don't underestimate me, Yuusuke. Try again!" And with that, he leapt across the room, landing neatly on the windowsill right behind Yuusuke's futon. The sunlight streaming in highlighted him from the back, and, to his eyes, gave him a perfect view of Yuusuke's lean body.

[He's like... an angel... Perfe.] A.] Again, Yuusuke tried to grasp the kitsune, only getting a touch of that soft skin before Kurama leapt away. "You're too damned fast!"

"Perhaps you're a little slow?" Kurama suggested innocently, dancing away from yet another lunge, finally stopping to stand at the foot of Yuusuke's futon.

[Gotcha.] Diving at Kurama, he tackled the taller boy to the bed, grinning broadly. "Hey, I caught ya! What's my prize?" He asked, leaning down to kiss him.

"Mmm," Kurama purred. "Your prize... is whatever you'd like it to be." The words were flirtatious, wanton, but he whispered them in a reverent, serious tone and his expression left no room for doubt that he meant it. A hand went up to caress Yuusuke's cheek. "Anything you want, Yuusuke... anything I can possibly give you."

"I want you," Yuusuke replied simply, slipping a hand under the dark green shirt, the garment making the sultry eyes all the brighter. "Want you, Kurama..." His voice dropped to a husky whisper.

"You have me," Kurama murmured softly. "You've had me for longer than you can imagine... I think perhaps you've always had me, since we met."

"Yeah..." Never eloquent with words, he let his actions say what his voice couldn't; how much he loved Kurama, how he always had. His callused fingertips traced patterns on the kitsune's stomach, skimming the waistband of his pants but never touching the skin beneath.

Moaning softly, Kurama arched up into the touch, red hair spilling back onto the pillow as one hand slowly started to fumble with his shirt, the other reaching up to stroke his own throat absently, delicately, sensually.

"Uh-uh." Quickly, Yuusuke grasped Kurama's wrist, pulling it away from his throat pinning it to the bed. "Let me give you pleasure..." Pushing the shirt up, he lowered his mouth to the redhead's chest, raining wet kisses on the silky skin.

"Ah! Ohh..." Kurama's voice trailed off into murmurs of pleasure, pleas for more, incoherent cries. He writhed slowly under Yuusuke's hot mouth, enjoying every second, revelling in the sensation. "Yes... ah..." Impatiently, he started tugging at his own shirt, trying to remove it completely.

Smiling, Yuusuke pushed Kurama's hands away, wanting to be in control. He shaped his lips around one rose-pink nipple, pressing his teeth into the sensitive bud.

"Yuusuke!" With a last cry, Kurama stopped struggling, recognising that the other wanted control. [He can have it. He can have anything he likes... Just don't let this be a dream... please let it be real...] Moaning, he encouraged Yuusuke with gasping pleas and moans, his desire and pleasure loud in the small room, though his voice was soft.

"Kurama... I... how much..." Yuusuke's body was burning with desire, but he needed to know how far Kurama wanted to go with this. As he spoke, he turned his attentions to the other nipple, suckling it languidly.

The red-haired boy understood what remained unsaid. "Anything, Yuusuke. Anything. Everything. It's yours, Yuusuke. I'M yours. Don't hesitate to take whatever you want from me... itooshii." The endearment slipped from his slips involuntarily, but he glanced to the side shyly, a little embarrassed at being so softhearted. Personally, he thought it was a romantic name to call one's lover, but he knew Yuusuke didn't like "mushy stuff" as a general rule.

[Itooshii...] A warm feeling blossomed in Yuusuke's heart at the loving word. Had he heard it in any other situation, he would have brushed it off, but, from Kurama... With an uncharacteristically gentle sound in his throat, Yuusuke lifted his head to capture his love's soft lips in a kiss filled with emotion.

"Yours," Kurama muttered softly into the kiss, against Yuusuke's lips. "Yours yours always yours forever yours..." His hands found Yuusuke's face, cradled it gently as they kissed, and he slowly let his fingers trace light patterns on the other boy's face.

"Mine," he breathed, working his fingers into the fabric of Kurama's shirt and pulling it over his head slowly. "Mine," he repeated in a possessive growl, swiping his warm tongue across the flat pale stomach.

Crying out in pleasure, Kurama's hands found the back of Yuusuke's head, entwining themselves in dark hair lovingly as Yuusuke nibbled and teased at his chest and stomach. A flash of guilt passed across his features as he realised that so far the pleasure had all been one way. "Yuusuke," he whispered, "let me do something for you..."

"Huh?" He glanced up, startled. "What do you wanna do, Kurama?" Slowly, he backed off, clearly confused. [Did I do something wrong or something?]

"I want to do something for you. Tell me what you want, what you like." Sitting up when he saw Yuusuke backing off, Kurama leaned forward and gently planted a kiss on Yuusuke's lips, then headed lower, trailing tender kisses along the underside of Yuusuke's jaw, down his tanned throat. "Tell me what you want," he repeated huskily.

"An-anything," Yuusuke replied, tilting his head back, "Anything you want to do to me... Never have... with anyone before..." A strange sense of nervous excitement gripped his stomach.

"Nor have I," Kurama replied quietly, allowing his hands and mouth free rein to travel over Yuusuke's torso, exploring, searching for the dark-haired one's weak spots, what would thrill him the most... Experimentally, he ran his tongue along the base of the ribcage, wondering...

Yuusuke's muscles jumped under the warm wet caress. "Uhn!" He gasped in startlement at how much the simple action affected him. "Kurama, gods..."

Kurama smiled. "Ah, now, what's this?" he asked teasingly, before repeating the action on the other side of Yuusuke's chest. He then kissed his way up to Yuusuke's shoulder, stopping only to briefly suck on a nipple and to gentle nibble and suck at the join between shoulder and neck, before kissing slowly, sensuously down the arm. Lifting the other's hand by the wrist, he gave a naughty, teasing glance before kissing the inside of the strong wrist, suckling there for several seconds before moving up and taking a callused finger into his mouth, sucking languorously, looking at Yuusuke through thick red lashes.

Heat flooded between the younger boy's legs, his head tossing sharply and a deep groan slipping from his lips. "Ku-" His eyes slipping shut, one hand instinctively fell into his own lap, stroking the burning ache that sought release.

"Oh, so that's what you want? Why didn't you say so, Yuusuke?" The teasing alto voice was husky and thick with desire as Kurama leaned down, gently unzipping the jeans Yuusuke wore and slipping a hand inside before pulling the jeans down, smiling like an angel, steadfastly ignoring his own burning need.

"Kurama," he managed huskily, arching into the much-needed touch, "I want to... feel you against me." So saying, he reached for the kitsune's pants with unsteady hands, trying unsuccessfully to remove them.

The slender, graceful boy closed his eyes for a moment at the images that came to mind with those words. "I want that, too," he murmured hoarsely, his hands flying to Yuusuke's jeans, undoing them even as Yuusuke worked feverishly at Kurama's own jeans.

Once they were both fully undressed, the dark-haired boy looked over his redheaded lover. [Oh, Kurama. Should be illegal to be so damned beautiful.] Wrapping his arms around the slender waist, he drew the other boy against him, eyes locking for a moment before drawing him into a kiss.

Parting his lips eagerly, Kurama gently touched his tongue against Yuusuke's lower lip, running it across almost shyly, testing to see how Yuusuke would react. He started rubbing and rocking slowly against the dark-haired boy, making sounds of contentment and hunger deep in his throat.

"Uhhhn," Yuusuke moaned, thrusting eagerly against the hardness that caressed his own. Feeling the touch against his mouth, he parted his lips further, drawing Kurama's tongue into his mouth and sucked at it roughly.

"Mmm..." Kurama was enthralled to the sight, the scent, the feel of Yuusuke in his arms. Needing to feel more, so much more, he wrapped his arms around the other's waist and pulled backwards, sending them both in a sprawl over the futon, Yuusuke lying on top of Kurama.

"Want to... Kurama... so bad..." Yuusuke panted, slowing the grinding motion in the fear of finishing too quickly. Heavy-lidded chocolate eyes gazed into emerald green. He wanted to be inside that warm body, to make love to him, but he knew it wouldn't be right unless his beloved said he wanted it as well.

Kurama moaned at the thought. "Yes. That... oh yes. Please, Yuusuke, I... please take me. I want you..." He stroked Yuusuke's face tenderly, wondering how in the three worlds he had become so lucky as to win such a creature so vibrantly alive as Urameshi Yuusuke.

Reaching over Kurama's head, Yuusuke's fingers closed on a small bottle of lotion, nearly dropping it on his partner as he unscrewed the cap and poured a liberal amount onto his hand. "What?" he asked when he noticed the redhead staring at him.

"What? Oh -- nothing. It's just that... I'd forgotten all about needing something like that. I wasn't really thinking much..." Kurama managed to blush in embarrassment and keep a mischievous twinkle in his eyes at the same time.

"Yeah, well, heh," Yuusuke half-replied, setting the bottle back on the shelf. [The only reason *you* remembered is because of all the porn you read!] A voice in his head taunted. [Shut the hell up!] Yuusuke replied to the voice. He slid partially off Kurama, carefully probing between his thighs until he found the tight entrance, slowly pushing a finger in.

Groaning, Kurama tipped his head back, red hair spilling over the white pillow like silken fire. [Relax,] he told himself firmly, [relax... Yuusuke would never ever hurt you.] Spreading his thighs further to give Yuusuke better access, he stroked his throat, his chest, his erection, sighing in pleasure and anticipation. He could feel Yuusuke's breath, hot on the inside of his thigh, and he shivered with delight.

Seeing Kurama touching himself was almost more that Yuusuke could stand in his current state. "You ready?" he asked in a low whisper. When the redhead nodded, the darker one positioned himself between the silky thighs, pushing in slowly. [Ohgodsotightsohot... Feel like I'm gonna die...] "Tell me if I hurt you."

Trembling as Yuusuke entered him, the red haired boy managed to whisper, "No... doesn't hurt. Don't stop." It did hurt, a little, but he couldn't bear the thought of Yuusuke stopping, it felt too good. He cried out sharply as Yuusuke brushed something within him, and he felt like he could almost come right then and there.

Looking down quickly to make sure it wasn't a cry of pain, the dark-haired one slowly began to thrust in, the heated flesh wrapped around him so tightly, squeezing, stroking his need... Yuusuke groaned, burying his face in Kurama's neck and attacking the redness he'd caused earlier.

Mewling desperately, Kurama tossed his head back, thrusting eagerly against his lover, wordlessly begging for more. [This... oh, so good... yes...] His hands groped blindly, clutching the sheets, grabbing onto Yuusuke's waist, back, neck, hair, roaming up into his own red locks, everything felt so wonderful... his hands wandered down again, tracing lightly at the base of the other boy's spine.

Encouraged by the slightly frantic touches, Yuusuke wrapped a strong hand around the taller boy's erection, pumping it in time with his increasingly deep thrusts, trying to find that magical spot within his lover...

"Aah!" Kurama cried out, writhing wildly beneath Yuusuke, moaning, crooning, whispering hungry words and phrases, pleading in a voice gone low and thick with desire. "More, more more more more more..." He was trembling now, body taut with the effort of trying to hold out longer, for Yuusuke's sake. "Yuusuke!"

"Kurama," Yuusuke near-purred, biting into the abused flesh of the redhead's throat, "Kurama, come for me. I wanna see your face... when you do..." He himself was struggling, but he wanted his lover to experience the ultimate pleasure before he did.

With a low cry, Kurama gripped the sheets tightly before arching back in the throes of pleasure, green eyes glazed, mouth open, creamy skin flushed deep red as he came and came hard. Calling Kurama's name loudly, Yuusuke's face pressed tightly against the redhead's shoulder as his muscles clenched and trembled, shooting his seed deep inside his lover.

Trembling with the aftershocks, Kurama clutched the dark haired boy close, pressing a kiss against his temple. "Yuusuke..." One word. A universe of meaning spoken and understood.

Yuusuke puffed out a breath in reply, waiting until he returned from heaven to bring his face level with the other, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and holding him close. "Kurama."

"Love you." A soft alto murmur which spoke volumes, green eyes that held a wealth of meaning.

"Love you too, Kurama... Did I hurt you?"

"No, you didn't hurt me, itooshii." [It's the afterglow, I'm entitled to be a little mushy here,] Kurama thought. "That was... wonderful. Thank you. I would never have thought... if I hadn't seen you..." He blushed a little. "Yuusuke... if you don't mind me asking, *why* did you, uh, go to the bathroom? What did I do?" [So I can do it again...]

Yuusuke's face turned red. "Well, uh, when I saw you eating the chocolate, I kept looking at your mouth, and you sucking your fingers... and when you took the one off my lap, that was just the breaking point, you know?"

Kurama blinked. "Chocolate? You enjoyed seeing me eat chocolate?" [Okay, I have officially died and gone to heaven.] "Yuusuke, people sometimes talk about their inner child. Do you know how happy you just made my inner chocoholic in addition to my libido?"

Yuusuke laughed. "Man, I shoulda gave them to you sooner!" When Kurama looked slightly confused, he explained. "They were s'posed to be a present for you, but I never got the nerve to give 'em to you. That's why they're so nice."

Kurama joined in the laughter. "Thank you for giving them to me anyway, Yuusuke. And for buying them for me in the first place. Oh dear... what a mix-up. I was too shy to say anything, and you were too nervous to say anything. And all it took to fix the problem was a box of chocolates. But then again, I've always thought that chocolate can fix almost anything..."

Grinning, Yuusuke leaned over the side of the bed, picking something up off the floor. "Chocolate?" He offered innocently, holding out the long box like a shield when Kurama looked as though he was going to swat him.

"I might be a chocoholic, but I don't want any right now, thank you! I'll show you what I *do* want..." And Kurama proceeded to do so, to Yuusuke's delight.