Attraction/Distraction (Yu Yu Hakusho, Yusuke/Kurama)
Pairing/Fandom: Yusuke/Kurama, Yu Yu Hakusho
Title: Attraction/Distraction
Author/Artist: Blossomwitch
Rating: ... It's a lemon, people...
Disclaimer: If I owned them, the series would have gone a lot differently
Prompts: #9 Sex and Drugs, or "That's Some Funny Tobacco in that Pipe, Mr. Caterpiller" and #15: The Bordello, or "Dude Looks Like a Lady of the Night."
Yusuke was in heaven.
Koenma, I love you, he thought happily. Send me anywhere, on a mission to Mars if you like, I'm your guy. Just send us here again. He went on to mentally bless Kuwabara for being too busy--I love ya, big guy--and Hiei for being surly and not accepting the mission--You tell him, you don't owe us a thing. Then, for good measure, he thanked Botan for delivering Koenma's message, and Genkai for whipping his ass into shape so he was still alive to witness this, and his mom for bringing him into existence in the first place. And last but not least, a big mental cheer for Shiori Hatanaka, for bringing her son into existence, and changing him enough that he would never turn down a mission, but not so much that he wasn't still willing to do this.
Yusuke was pretty sure he wasn't the only person in the club who was thanking the powers that be at the moment. Every single eye was trained on Kurama--who looked like he was enjoying the attention, but Yusuke wasn't sure if that was just part of the act or not. There had been a rather Youko-esque look of mischief to Kurama's eyes when he had suggested that the easiest way to complete their mission would be to use the power of attraction--wait, distraction, distraction was what he had said. Attraction was just the word that Yusuke's mind was able to throw out at the moment. Talk about Freud.
He was vaguely aware that he was being drugged, along with every other demon in the nightclub. To be honest, he had been surprised to find out demons had nightclubs. Raizen's territory had been feudal and so Yusuke tended to think of the whole demon world that way, but he was finding out that the two worlds mirrored each other in many places. True, the alcohol being served here would blow a human's head off, and there wasn't a dance floor so much as a brawl floor. But there was still... some dancing...
If what Kurama was doing could be called dancing, as opposed to sex minus a partner. Yusuke tried to remind himself, again, that he was being drugged. Kurama was not that beautiful, his movements were not that suggestive, he wasn't that attractive...
Oh, hell with it. Yes, he was.
The part of Yusuke's mind not attrac--distracted, that was--realized that Kurama was going to be annoyed with him, to put it mildly. Their plan of action had been for Kurama to attr--distract--the other patrons of the nightclub while Yusuke very quietly retrieved Koenma's whatever-the-hell-it-was. Usually he wouldn't have flown so blind on a mission, and usually he would have been all in favor of busting the heads of every demon present instead of all this sneaking around; but Koenma had hinted heavily that the missing artifact was of a personal, potentially humiliating nature, and that discretion would be rewarded. Yusuke still hadn't been in the mood to sneak until Kurama had outlined his plan. Then Yusuke was suddenly interested.
They had shown up looking like any other demon couple, wearing human clubbing outfits because Kurama said it was fashionable. Then Kurama had, in record time, drawn every eye in the club to himself. Yusuke wasn't sure how much of it to attribute to the rather mind-befuddling, pheromone-like scent Kurama was subtly sending into the air, compliments of one of his plants, and how much of it to attribute to Kurama being drop-dead gorgeous. But either way, Yusuke was confident his stealth after that point had been unnecessary. With the amount of bliss floating around in the air right now, Kurama probably could have just stood there and Yusuke could have shot his spirit gun without anyone noticing.
Then Yusuke felt his brain slip under a little more and corrected himself. If Kurama had just been standing there, he would have had to find a stick to beat them off with, because probably the only thing that was keeping the demon hordes in their seats right now was the fact that Kurama was dancing for them. Gods, could he ever dance.
And if he could move his hips like that while he was dancing...
It had been the plan that as soon as Yusuke had retrieved Koenma's whatever-the-hell-it-was (which had been nearly half an hour ago) he would collect Kurama; they both knew that after a distraction of this nature, the only two ways Kurama would be leaving was under the arm of a power demon or after knocking everyone out. They were counting on no one wanting to mess with Yusuke. But after knocking the bad guy out and summoning Botan to take him back to Spirit World, Yusuke had come into the main room, taken one look around, and pulled up a chair to watch.
He's gonna be pissed, Yusuke thought dimly. But he just couldn't pass this up. No matter how well you thought you knew Kurama, there was always a side to him that you hadn't seen yet. But this was much nicer than most of the surprises Kurama had pulled on him in the past, like killing Amanuma for instance... this was, in fact, just about the nicest surprise Yusuke'd ever had. To see somebody so undeniably beautiful and so usually reserved as Kurama acting like... well, like a stripper who knew how to give you your money's worth. Who was going to make every second of the dance count before he stripped off all his clothes and--
I'm being drugged, Yusuke reminded himself firmly, yet again. He didn't really want Kurama this way. Sure, he'd had an occasional wanton dream about him, but who wouldn't... and okay, maybe he'd taken the opportunity to feel the redhead up once or twice when they were in close quarters on missions. He was just being opportunistic, right? Of course, the couple of times he'd deliberately gotten injured so that Kurama would heal him were a little bit harder to explain... maybe it was just like going to a masseuse or something, maybe it was a natural reaction to enjoy someone else's hands on you. The fact that he only did it when it would be Kurama who would heal him, and not any of the girls, just meant that... that... he liked stronger hands? Oh, hell.
These excuses are getting lame, Keiko's voice said in his head. Why don't you just jump him and get it over with. And she would say that, too. She and Yusuke had had a long talk about having missed any chance to experiment when they were teenagers, since one of them was always waiting for the other, and had decided to take a break. A nice, long break. With plenty of time for fun.
Fun... god, was that ever an understatement...
Yusuke realized that he'd slipped into a trance-like state when he felt it broken by Kurama's hand closing around his wrist. He blinked, only then realizing that the kitsune was no longer dancing, and looked up into a pair of pissed-off green eyes. Yup, I was right about that part. "Enjoying yourself?"
Hell yeah didn't seem quite the right response. "Hey, I'm just trying to blend in."
"Can we leave now?"
"Yup."
Yusuke stood up, but Kurama didn't let go of his wrist, and didn't stop glaring. "And how long have we been able to leave?"
"Ah... heh... you know, I'm not exactly sure..."
Kurama exhaled. "Yusuke. I told you this would affect you too. You were supposed--"
"Can we talk about this somewhere else?" Yusuke interrupted, looking around and noting that he was not the only demon experiencing severe letdown from Kurama ceasing to dance. Some of them were looking mutinous. "Before your admirers rip my head off, that is. There's no point to staying now."
Kurama let Yusuke put an arm around his shoulders and steer him out of the club, playing his part of the "kept" boy, but Yusuke could feel from how rigid his body was that he was way beyond aggravated. "Apparently there hasn't been a point to staying for some time."
"Well, I wouldn't say that... you were dancing."
"Yusuke." Kurama said his name like a warning; a tight, controlled warning, like a parent seeing their child veer towards a forbidden object. His voice said Stop this right now; you go any farther, and I will react.
Well, damn. What a challenge.
"You looked like you were enjoying yourself, at any rate."
"Oh, you mean pretending to be a whore in a room full of lusty disgusting demons? It made my day."
"Cut it out, Kurama. There's no way you can be that good at dancing and not like it. And besides, you were grinning."
"I had to smile, Yusuke, it's part of the act. And I do like to dance. But just for one person at a time."
"Really? Can I have a private performance then?"
Kurama made an aggravated noise and knocked Yusuke's arm off his shoulders. Yusuke relocated it to his waist. "Yusuke. Stop it."
"Hey, we're supposed to be pretending to be a couple, aren't we? You keep acting like we're fighting and I'll stomp off and leave you to deal with everyone."
"You wouldn't dare."
"Wouldn't I?"
Kurama said nothing, and made no further attempts to push Yusuke away, so Yusuke kept his arm right where it was, even though it wasn't the easiest position to walk in. He found himself wishing they were walking down a crowded street instead of increasingly empty alleys; he was getting the feeling that rich ugly business execs must get when they took their trophy wives out, that feeling of pride and possession that said he wanted everyone to know this beautiful creature was with him. He was definitely drugged.
"Yusuke," Kurama said, tiredly. "Stop feeling me up."
"Hey, sorry. I am getting pretty screwed up by that plant of yours, you know."
"Yes, I know. The only reason your hand still enjoys its attachment to your wrist."
"The only reason? C'mon, I thought you liked me better than that."
"Yusuke, are you really this out of it, or are you just seizing the opportunity to fee me up without me getting angry about it?"
"But Kurama, you are getting angry about it."
Kurama paused. Then he laughed, the tension suddenly fleeing from his shoulders. "You win."
"You done being pissy, then?"
"I'll try to be. It's just hard to stop all of a sudden like that."
Yusuke didn't quite follow him. "Stop...what?"
Kurama smiled at him--was it just Yusuke projecting, or was their a hint of mischief in that smile? "Dancing. You're not the only one that plant gets into. I suppose... I was enjoying myself."
Oh, sweet--he's drugged too! "Well, hell, you don't have to stop dancing if you don't want to," Yusuke suggested. "I'm definitely ready for my private performance if you wanna give it now."
"In the middle of an alley?" Kurama was pretending to be scandalized.
"Is it just me or is it deserted?" Yusuke pretended to check. "Yup, it's deserted."
"But it's hardly romantic, Yusuke. I was thinking somewhere more along the lines of a bedroom, for a private performance."
"But we're here now," Yusuke said in his typical bullheaded fashion.
Still teasing, Kurama replied, "You want me to dance for you in a filthy, backwater alley? What do you take me for?"
"A sexually playful kitsune with an aphrodisiac pumping through his veins?" Yusuke replied hopefully.
Kurama paused for a minute; and then he gave a reply that stopped all blood flow to Yusuke's brain. "Well... if that's what you take me for, then why haven't you just taken me yet?"
It took Yusuke a few minutes to stammer a reply; and when he did, it was stupid, but it was all he could think. "I want my dance first."
Kurama stopped walking. When Yusuke stopped in response, Kurama pulled out from under his arm and turned to face him. "I predict you last about thirty seconds," he said, matter-of-factly, and then he started to dance.
Yusuke didn't quite make it to twenty.
The way Kurama moved his hips, coupled with his tacit permission to act, completely did in whatever shred of restraint the aphrodisiac had left Yusuke with. He grabbed Kurama and pushed him against the wall, so hard that he heard Kurama's breath get knocked out of him--and he wasn't sure how he managed it, maybe Kurama had already been moving that way and Yusuke just helped him, but the next thing he knew Kurama's legs were around his waist and they were grinding hard against each other. He covered Kurama's mouth with his own but Kurama turned away, still trying to find the breath that had been slammed out of him, so Yusuke turned his attention to Kurama's neck instead, biting and marking possessively. Kurama's fingers dug painfully into his back, but he was a long way from caring--the little gasps of pleasure let him know that Kurama fully appreciated what he was doing, and it would have taken a lot more pain than Kurama was causing to get him to stop.
With caution a total loss to the drug, Yusuke brought one hand between them and began stroking Kurama's erection, roughly and greedily. Kurama made a small noise and Yusuke pressed against him harder, driven by an intense desire to force louder noises from him. He could already see a bruise in the shape of his teeth forming across the junction of Kurama's neck and shoulder; he bit down over it again, hard, and was rewarded by the louder cry he'd wanted so badly to hear, a blend of pleasure and pain.
"How far are you willing to let me take this?" he gasped into Kurama's ear, aware that he needed to know now, before he lost the ability to stop. Even through the haze of the drug he could remember that Kurama was his best friend, and that casual sex wasn't worth damaging that. Even really really utterly mind-blowing casual sex.
"How far do you think you can take it?"
The response was breathy, and Yusuke growled in frustration, pressing Kurama harder against the wall. "Don't fuck with me, Kurama. I'm really asking you, I'm not asking you to tease me. Just give me a real answer."
"I gave you a real answer," Kurama panted. "Go as far as you want."
Nice.
Yusuke slipped the hand that wasn't supporting Kurama underneath the waistband of Kurama's pants and gasped as his hand encountered Kurama's erection, hard and surprisingly hot and leaking fluid onto his fingertips. Kurama groaned, and said his name.
Panting heavily, Yusuke disentangled Kurama's legs from around his waist. Kurama was no help at first, looking at him as though he was mad, but when Yusuke undid his fly Kurama's feet were suddenly, magically on the ground and he was kicking off his shoes. Yusuke lifted him back up as soon as all encumbrances had been removed from his body, and wasted no time in one-handedly undoing his own fly and letting his pants drop. Kurama whispered something explicit as he looked down at Yusuke; he tried to touch him and found, pressed against the wall as he was, that he didn't have sufficient room for movement. "Put me down so I can touch you."
Yusuke considered this only briefly. "No." He pressed his body fully against Kurama's and started grinding again, without the distraction of clothing. "Later. This is too good."
Kurama bit Yusuke's eartip lightly. "You're not being nice to me."
"I'm being super nice," Yusuke argued, panting. The sensual way in which Kurama whispered, the feel of his lips forming words against Yusuke's ear, was nearly sufficient to drive him over the edge. "This is nice."
"That's a fucking understatement," Kurama replied breathlessly, which caused Yusuke to drive his hips forward harder. Kurama suppressed what Yusuke suspected would have been a rather loud cry. "Yusuke, stop teasing."
"You have anything that might pass as lube?" Yusuke managed to pant.
Within seconds, Kurama pressed a light green, slightly spiky plant into Yusuke's hand--Yusuke hadn't even seen him conjure it. "Just break the leaves open."
Yusuke did so, and found his fingers copiously coated in a clear, unscented gel. He wasted no time in applying it to himself and then to Kurama, pushing two fingers into him roughly. Kurama made a strangled noise and dug his fingers painfully into Yusuke's back again; for a short moment Yusuke worried that he'd caused Kurama pain, but then Kurama was bucking his hips against him and muttering inflammatory things in his ear, a short litany of smut that culminated in a whispered, "Fuck me."
Yusuke lost absolutely no time in complying. Kurama stifled another cry as Yusuke pushed roughly into him, and Yusuke made a mental note to do this sometimes Kurama would feel comfortable screaming his lungs out next time. He wanted desperately to hear it, wanted it more than anything, but he knew that even in the midst of passion Kurama was wiser than him. The mission had gone off without a hitch, and if they bungled it now because they were having sex too loudly they would never hear the end of it.
It seemed like the hardest thing Yusuke had ever had to do to suppress his own groans, but somehow having to be quiet made it all the hotter. He pounded into Kurama with a lack of anything that could be called gentleness, knowing that Kurama's body was more than capable of taking it. Everything Kurama did--every gasping attempt at breathing, every tremor Yusuke felt go through his body, and the sharp counterpoint of his fingernails scratching Yusuke's back or his teeth on Yusuke's ear, which Yusuke's endorphin-wracked body turned into added pleasure--everything, all of it, only made Yusuke want to do what he was doing harder and deeper.
Kurama was soon incoherent, but what phrases Yusuke did catch out of the kitsune's panted, whispered entreaties were so filthy that Yusuke feared he would pass out. He wasn't used to such words and phrases, and hearing them from Kurama--from Kurama, for god's sake--was more of an aphrodisiac than the drug could possibly be. Yusuke could feel how Kurama's body was trembling around him and he knew the kitsune was close; wanting to make it memorable, Yusuke relocated one hand to Kurama's hip and pulled him down as he thrust up, taking him as deeply as possible.
Kurama bit down on his own lip, an expression of so much pleasure as to be nearly painful taking his face, as he shuddered into orgasm. It was the most beautiful and erotic thing that Yusuke had ever seen--so much so that he could not help almost immediately following him into bliss.
The next thing he was truly aware of, other than incoherent pleasure, was that his legs were shaking and possibly about to give out. Quickly, but hopefully with enough gentleness, he set Kurama back on his feet. They stood there panting for a moment, lightly clutching each other for balance, completely speechless. Then, Kurama cocked his head to one side briefly; and the next thing Yusuke knew he had been gently pushed away and Kurama was retrieving his pants. "I think perhaps we're about to have company."
Exhaustedly reaching for his own pants, Yusuke tried to listen over the sound of his own heavy breathing and detected the sound of drunken carousing. "We can take 'em."
"Now, Yusuke; we're supposed to be being discrete, remember? The mission's complete and there's no need to get into a scene." He surveyed Yusuke, still panting out of control and leaning heavily against the wall, and a small smile threatened to take over his lips. "Don't tell me I've worn you out already? I'd be disappointed."
...Already?! Does he mean... "Hell no," Yusuke replied firmly, rallying to the challenge in Kurama's voice and pushing away from the wall. "You just try to keep up with me."
"You just try to catch me, Yusuke. We've still got a lot of that drug to get out of our systems." And with that Kurama was off, almost but not quite faster than Yusuke's eyes could follow. Yusuke stayed where he was, folding his arms over his chest and slowly, deliberately counting to ten before setting out on a course of pursuit.
~*~
Later, when Koenma asked for a report of the mission, both his detectives determinedly did not look at each other as Kurama began loosely outlining it, using vague terms and glossing over quite a bit. When he mentioned the name of the plant he'd used to distract the demons in the nightclub, Koenma nodded. "That's good thinking, Kurama. That plant works on nearly every demon but not on Yusuke, so you could incapacitate the whole club without affecting your partner."
"I--excuse me?"
"What?"
"It--doesn't work on Toushin?"
"Don't you know that plant doesn't have any affect on anyone that has the least bit of human DNA to them? It's a complete inhibitor. Neither you or Yusuke were affected, were you? I could check the tape--"
"No!" Koenma dropped his remote, startled, at both Yusuke and Kurama's loud exclamations. "No," Kurama continued in a more collected tone, "that's not necessary, really..."
He gave the rest of the report without assistance from Yusuke, because Yusuke was busy containing a giggle that was turning into a laugh that was turning into a guffaw. He didn't know for the life of him how Kurama was keeping a straight face. When they finally got out of Koenma's office both of them collapsed in the lobby, Kurama shaking with laughter and Yusuke absolutely howling with it. "I guess we got ourselves pretty good, huh?" Yusuke finally managed to gasp, clutching his aching sides.
"Yusuke," Kurama said, grinning and wiping away tears of laughter, "you should come over tonight. I'm fairly certain I can find some plants that will work on us, and if that's what it was like without them..."
Title: Attraction/Distraction
Author/Artist: Blossomwitch
Rating: ... It's a lemon, people...
Disclaimer: If I owned them, the series would have gone a lot differently
Prompts: #9 Sex and Drugs, or "That's Some Funny Tobacco in that Pipe, Mr. Caterpiller" and #15: The Bordello, or "Dude Looks Like a Lady of the Night."
Yusuke was in heaven.
Koenma, I love you, he thought happily. Send me anywhere, on a mission to Mars if you like, I'm your guy. Just send us here again. He went on to mentally bless Kuwabara for being too busy--I love ya, big guy--and Hiei for being surly and not accepting the mission--You tell him, you don't owe us a thing. Then, for good measure, he thanked Botan for delivering Koenma's message, and Genkai for whipping his ass into shape so he was still alive to witness this, and his mom for bringing him into existence in the first place. And last but not least, a big mental cheer for Shiori Hatanaka, for bringing her son into existence, and changing him enough that he would never turn down a mission, but not so much that he wasn't still willing to do this.
Yusuke was pretty sure he wasn't the only person in the club who was thanking the powers that be at the moment. Every single eye was trained on Kurama--who looked like he was enjoying the attention, but Yusuke wasn't sure if that was just part of the act or not. There had been a rather Youko-esque look of mischief to Kurama's eyes when he had suggested that the easiest way to complete their mission would be to use the power of attraction--wait, distraction, distraction was what he had said. Attraction was just the word that Yusuke's mind was able to throw out at the moment. Talk about Freud.
He was vaguely aware that he was being drugged, along with every other demon in the nightclub. To be honest, he had been surprised to find out demons had nightclubs. Raizen's territory had been feudal and so Yusuke tended to think of the whole demon world that way, but he was finding out that the two worlds mirrored each other in many places. True, the alcohol being served here would blow a human's head off, and there wasn't a dance floor so much as a brawl floor. But there was still... some dancing...
If what Kurama was doing could be called dancing, as opposed to sex minus a partner. Yusuke tried to remind himself, again, that he was being drugged. Kurama was not that beautiful, his movements were not that suggestive, he wasn't that attractive...
Oh, hell with it. Yes, he was.
The part of Yusuke's mind not attrac--distracted, that was--realized that Kurama was going to be annoyed with him, to put it mildly. Their plan of action had been for Kurama to attr--distract--the other patrons of the nightclub while Yusuke very quietly retrieved Koenma's whatever-the-hell-it-was. Usually he wouldn't have flown so blind on a mission, and usually he would have been all in favor of busting the heads of every demon present instead of all this sneaking around; but Koenma had hinted heavily that the missing artifact was of a personal, potentially humiliating nature, and that discretion would be rewarded. Yusuke still hadn't been in the mood to sneak until Kurama had outlined his plan. Then Yusuke was suddenly interested.
They had shown up looking like any other demon couple, wearing human clubbing outfits because Kurama said it was fashionable. Then Kurama had, in record time, drawn every eye in the club to himself. Yusuke wasn't sure how much of it to attribute to the rather mind-befuddling, pheromone-like scent Kurama was subtly sending into the air, compliments of one of his plants, and how much of it to attribute to Kurama being drop-dead gorgeous. But either way, Yusuke was confident his stealth after that point had been unnecessary. With the amount of bliss floating around in the air right now, Kurama probably could have just stood there and Yusuke could have shot his spirit gun without anyone noticing.
Then Yusuke felt his brain slip under a little more and corrected himself. If Kurama had just been standing there, he would have had to find a stick to beat them off with, because probably the only thing that was keeping the demon hordes in their seats right now was the fact that Kurama was dancing for them. Gods, could he ever dance.
And if he could move his hips like that while he was dancing...
It had been the plan that as soon as Yusuke had retrieved Koenma's whatever-the-hell-it-was (which had been nearly half an hour ago) he would collect Kurama; they both knew that after a distraction of this nature, the only two ways Kurama would be leaving was under the arm of a power demon or after knocking everyone out. They were counting on no one wanting to mess with Yusuke. But after knocking the bad guy out and summoning Botan to take him back to Spirit World, Yusuke had come into the main room, taken one look around, and pulled up a chair to watch.
He's gonna be pissed, Yusuke thought dimly. But he just couldn't pass this up. No matter how well you thought you knew Kurama, there was always a side to him that you hadn't seen yet. But this was much nicer than most of the surprises Kurama had pulled on him in the past, like killing Amanuma for instance... this was, in fact, just about the nicest surprise Yusuke'd ever had. To see somebody so undeniably beautiful and so usually reserved as Kurama acting like... well, like a stripper who knew how to give you your money's worth. Who was going to make every second of the dance count before he stripped off all his clothes and--
I'm being drugged, Yusuke reminded himself firmly, yet again. He didn't really want Kurama this way. Sure, he'd had an occasional wanton dream about him, but who wouldn't... and okay, maybe he'd taken the opportunity to feel the redhead up once or twice when they were in close quarters on missions. He was just being opportunistic, right? Of course, the couple of times he'd deliberately gotten injured so that Kurama would heal him were a little bit harder to explain... maybe it was just like going to a masseuse or something, maybe it was a natural reaction to enjoy someone else's hands on you. The fact that he only did it when it would be Kurama who would heal him, and not any of the girls, just meant that... that... he liked stronger hands? Oh, hell.
These excuses are getting lame, Keiko's voice said in his head. Why don't you just jump him and get it over with. And she would say that, too. She and Yusuke had had a long talk about having missed any chance to experiment when they were teenagers, since one of them was always waiting for the other, and had decided to take a break. A nice, long break. With plenty of time for fun.
Fun... god, was that ever an understatement...
Yusuke realized that he'd slipped into a trance-like state when he felt it broken by Kurama's hand closing around his wrist. He blinked, only then realizing that the kitsune was no longer dancing, and looked up into a pair of pissed-off green eyes. Yup, I was right about that part. "Enjoying yourself?"
Hell yeah didn't seem quite the right response. "Hey, I'm just trying to blend in."
"Can we leave now?"
"Yup."
Yusuke stood up, but Kurama didn't let go of his wrist, and didn't stop glaring. "And how long have we been able to leave?"
"Ah... heh... you know, I'm not exactly sure..."
Kurama exhaled. "Yusuke. I told you this would affect you too. You were supposed--"
"Can we talk about this somewhere else?" Yusuke interrupted, looking around and noting that he was not the only demon experiencing severe letdown from Kurama ceasing to dance. Some of them were looking mutinous. "Before your admirers rip my head off, that is. There's no point to staying now."
Kurama let Yusuke put an arm around his shoulders and steer him out of the club, playing his part of the "kept" boy, but Yusuke could feel from how rigid his body was that he was way beyond aggravated. "Apparently there hasn't been a point to staying for some time."
"Well, I wouldn't say that... you were dancing."
"Yusuke." Kurama said his name like a warning; a tight, controlled warning, like a parent seeing their child veer towards a forbidden object. His voice said Stop this right now; you go any farther, and I will react.
Well, damn. What a challenge.
"You looked like you were enjoying yourself, at any rate."
"Oh, you mean pretending to be a whore in a room full of lusty disgusting demons? It made my day."
"Cut it out, Kurama. There's no way you can be that good at dancing and not like it. And besides, you were grinning."
"I had to smile, Yusuke, it's part of the act. And I do like to dance. But just for one person at a time."
"Really? Can I have a private performance then?"
Kurama made an aggravated noise and knocked Yusuke's arm off his shoulders. Yusuke relocated it to his waist. "Yusuke. Stop it."
"Hey, we're supposed to be pretending to be a couple, aren't we? You keep acting like we're fighting and I'll stomp off and leave you to deal with everyone."
"You wouldn't dare."
"Wouldn't I?"
Kurama said nothing, and made no further attempts to push Yusuke away, so Yusuke kept his arm right where it was, even though it wasn't the easiest position to walk in. He found himself wishing they were walking down a crowded street instead of increasingly empty alleys; he was getting the feeling that rich ugly business execs must get when they took their trophy wives out, that feeling of pride and possession that said he wanted everyone to know this beautiful creature was with him. He was definitely drugged.
"Yusuke," Kurama said, tiredly. "Stop feeling me up."
"Hey, sorry. I am getting pretty screwed up by that plant of yours, you know."
"Yes, I know. The only reason your hand still enjoys its attachment to your wrist."
"The only reason? C'mon, I thought you liked me better than that."
"Yusuke, are you really this out of it, or are you just seizing the opportunity to fee me up without me getting angry about it?"
"But Kurama, you are getting angry about it."
Kurama paused. Then he laughed, the tension suddenly fleeing from his shoulders. "You win."
"You done being pissy, then?"
"I'll try to be. It's just hard to stop all of a sudden like that."
Yusuke didn't quite follow him. "Stop...what?"
Kurama smiled at him--was it just Yusuke projecting, or was their a hint of mischief in that smile? "Dancing. You're not the only one that plant gets into. I suppose... I was enjoying myself."
Oh, sweet--he's drugged too! "Well, hell, you don't have to stop dancing if you don't want to," Yusuke suggested. "I'm definitely ready for my private performance if you wanna give it now."
"In the middle of an alley?" Kurama was pretending to be scandalized.
"Is it just me or is it deserted?" Yusuke pretended to check. "Yup, it's deserted."
"But it's hardly romantic, Yusuke. I was thinking somewhere more along the lines of a bedroom, for a private performance."
"But we're here now," Yusuke said in his typical bullheaded fashion.
Still teasing, Kurama replied, "You want me to dance for you in a filthy, backwater alley? What do you take me for?"
"A sexually playful kitsune with an aphrodisiac pumping through his veins?" Yusuke replied hopefully.
Kurama paused for a minute; and then he gave a reply that stopped all blood flow to Yusuke's brain. "Well... if that's what you take me for, then why haven't you just taken me yet?"
It took Yusuke a few minutes to stammer a reply; and when he did, it was stupid, but it was all he could think. "I want my dance first."
Kurama stopped walking. When Yusuke stopped in response, Kurama pulled out from under his arm and turned to face him. "I predict you last about thirty seconds," he said, matter-of-factly, and then he started to dance.
Yusuke didn't quite make it to twenty.
The way Kurama moved his hips, coupled with his tacit permission to act, completely did in whatever shred of restraint the aphrodisiac had left Yusuke with. He grabbed Kurama and pushed him against the wall, so hard that he heard Kurama's breath get knocked out of him--and he wasn't sure how he managed it, maybe Kurama had already been moving that way and Yusuke just helped him, but the next thing he knew Kurama's legs were around his waist and they were grinding hard against each other. He covered Kurama's mouth with his own but Kurama turned away, still trying to find the breath that had been slammed out of him, so Yusuke turned his attention to Kurama's neck instead, biting and marking possessively. Kurama's fingers dug painfully into his back, but he was a long way from caring--the little gasps of pleasure let him know that Kurama fully appreciated what he was doing, and it would have taken a lot more pain than Kurama was causing to get him to stop.
With caution a total loss to the drug, Yusuke brought one hand between them and began stroking Kurama's erection, roughly and greedily. Kurama made a small noise and Yusuke pressed against him harder, driven by an intense desire to force louder noises from him. He could already see a bruise in the shape of his teeth forming across the junction of Kurama's neck and shoulder; he bit down over it again, hard, and was rewarded by the louder cry he'd wanted so badly to hear, a blend of pleasure and pain.
"How far are you willing to let me take this?" he gasped into Kurama's ear, aware that he needed to know now, before he lost the ability to stop. Even through the haze of the drug he could remember that Kurama was his best friend, and that casual sex wasn't worth damaging that. Even really really utterly mind-blowing casual sex.
"How far do you think you can take it?"
The response was breathy, and Yusuke growled in frustration, pressing Kurama harder against the wall. "Don't fuck with me, Kurama. I'm really asking you, I'm not asking you to tease me. Just give me a real answer."
"I gave you a real answer," Kurama panted. "Go as far as you want."
Nice.
Yusuke slipped the hand that wasn't supporting Kurama underneath the waistband of Kurama's pants and gasped as his hand encountered Kurama's erection, hard and surprisingly hot and leaking fluid onto his fingertips. Kurama groaned, and said his name.
Panting heavily, Yusuke disentangled Kurama's legs from around his waist. Kurama was no help at first, looking at him as though he was mad, but when Yusuke undid his fly Kurama's feet were suddenly, magically on the ground and he was kicking off his shoes. Yusuke lifted him back up as soon as all encumbrances had been removed from his body, and wasted no time in one-handedly undoing his own fly and letting his pants drop. Kurama whispered something explicit as he looked down at Yusuke; he tried to touch him and found, pressed against the wall as he was, that he didn't have sufficient room for movement. "Put me down so I can touch you."
Yusuke considered this only briefly. "No." He pressed his body fully against Kurama's and started grinding again, without the distraction of clothing. "Later. This is too good."
Kurama bit Yusuke's eartip lightly. "You're not being nice to me."
"I'm being super nice," Yusuke argued, panting. The sensual way in which Kurama whispered, the feel of his lips forming words against Yusuke's ear, was nearly sufficient to drive him over the edge. "This is nice."
"That's a fucking understatement," Kurama replied breathlessly, which caused Yusuke to drive his hips forward harder. Kurama suppressed what Yusuke suspected would have been a rather loud cry. "Yusuke, stop teasing."
"You have anything that might pass as lube?" Yusuke managed to pant.
Within seconds, Kurama pressed a light green, slightly spiky plant into Yusuke's hand--Yusuke hadn't even seen him conjure it. "Just break the leaves open."
Yusuke did so, and found his fingers copiously coated in a clear, unscented gel. He wasted no time in applying it to himself and then to Kurama, pushing two fingers into him roughly. Kurama made a strangled noise and dug his fingers painfully into Yusuke's back again; for a short moment Yusuke worried that he'd caused Kurama pain, but then Kurama was bucking his hips against him and muttering inflammatory things in his ear, a short litany of smut that culminated in a whispered, "Fuck me."
Yusuke lost absolutely no time in complying. Kurama stifled another cry as Yusuke pushed roughly into him, and Yusuke made a mental note to do this sometimes Kurama would feel comfortable screaming his lungs out next time. He wanted desperately to hear it, wanted it more than anything, but he knew that even in the midst of passion Kurama was wiser than him. The mission had gone off without a hitch, and if they bungled it now because they were having sex too loudly they would never hear the end of it.
It seemed like the hardest thing Yusuke had ever had to do to suppress his own groans, but somehow having to be quiet made it all the hotter. He pounded into Kurama with a lack of anything that could be called gentleness, knowing that Kurama's body was more than capable of taking it. Everything Kurama did--every gasping attempt at breathing, every tremor Yusuke felt go through his body, and the sharp counterpoint of his fingernails scratching Yusuke's back or his teeth on Yusuke's ear, which Yusuke's endorphin-wracked body turned into added pleasure--everything, all of it, only made Yusuke want to do what he was doing harder and deeper.
Kurama was soon incoherent, but what phrases Yusuke did catch out of the kitsune's panted, whispered entreaties were so filthy that Yusuke feared he would pass out. He wasn't used to such words and phrases, and hearing them from Kurama--from Kurama, for god's sake--was more of an aphrodisiac than the drug could possibly be. Yusuke could feel how Kurama's body was trembling around him and he knew the kitsune was close; wanting to make it memorable, Yusuke relocated one hand to Kurama's hip and pulled him down as he thrust up, taking him as deeply as possible.
Kurama bit down on his own lip, an expression of so much pleasure as to be nearly painful taking his face, as he shuddered into orgasm. It was the most beautiful and erotic thing that Yusuke had ever seen--so much so that he could not help almost immediately following him into bliss.
The next thing he was truly aware of, other than incoherent pleasure, was that his legs were shaking and possibly about to give out. Quickly, but hopefully with enough gentleness, he set Kurama back on his feet. They stood there panting for a moment, lightly clutching each other for balance, completely speechless. Then, Kurama cocked his head to one side briefly; and the next thing Yusuke knew he had been gently pushed away and Kurama was retrieving his pants. "I think perhaps we're about to have company."
Exhaustedly reaching for his own pants, Yusuke tried to listen over the sound of his own heavy breathing and detected the sound of drunken carousing. "We can take 'em."
"Now, Yusuke; we're supposed to be being discrete, remember? The mission's complete and there's no need to get into a scene." He surveyed Yusuke, still panting out of control and leaning heavily against the wall, and a small smile threatened to take over his lips. "Don't tell me I've worn you out already? I'd be disappointed."
...Already?! Does he mean... "Hell no," Yusuke replied firmly, rallying to the challenge in Kurama's voice and pushing away from the wall. "You just try to keep up with me."
"You just try to catch me, Yusuke. We've still got a lot of that drug to get out of our systems." And with that Kurama was off, almost but not quite faster than Yusuke's eyes could follow. Yusuke stayed where he was, folding his arms over his chest and slowly, deliberately counting to ten before setting out on a course of pursuit.
~*~
Later, when Koenma asked for a report of the mission, both his detectives determinedly did not look at each other as Kurama began loosely outlining it, using vague terms and glossing over quite a bit. When he mentioned the name of the plant he'd used to distract the demons in the nightclub, Koenma nodded. "That's good thinking, Kurama. That plant works on nearly every demon but not on Yusuke, so you could incapacitate the whole club without affecting your partner."
"I--excuse me?"
"What?"
"It--doesn't work on Toushin?"
"Don't you know that plant doesn't have any affect on anyone that has the least bit of human DNA to them? It's a complete inhibitor. Neither you or Yusuke were affected, were you? I could check the tape--"
"No!" Koenma dropped his remote, startled, at both Yusuke and Kurama's loud exclamations. "No," Kurama continued in a more collected tone, "that's not necessary, really..."
He gave the rest of the report without assistance from Yusuke, because Yusuke was busy containing a giggle that was turning into a laugh that was turning into a guffaw. He didn't know for the life of him how Kurama was keeping a straight face. When they finally got out of Koenma's office both of them collapsed in the lobby, Kurama shaking with laughter and Yusuke absolutely howling with it. "I guess we got ourselves pretty good, huh?" Yusuke finally managed to gasp, clutching his aching sides.
"Yusuke," Kurama said, grinning and wiping away tears of laughter, "you should come over tonight. I'm fairly certain I can find some plants that will work on us, and if that's what it was like without them..."