[Fic] To Open, NC-17
Title: To Open
Fandom: Yu Yu Hakusho
Pairing: Sensui/Itsuki
Rating: NC-17 for anal fisting
Summary: Sensui was a man who could open up space and possibility…among other things.
Author Notes: Written to inaugurate the ItsuSen section on AFF.N. (Because it needs more love.) Also more of a character piece for Itsuki than a PWP- you’ll see what I mean.
His mind was always opening, always making realities intertwine and improbable events possible.
That was Itsuki’s description as a yaminade. Now he was in charge of the tunnel being bored between Ningenkai and Makai, sitting in his little boat, incense wafting into his nose, while he focused his mind on the last time he felt that he had connected to the Universe and its oneness.
He remembered the very instant that Sensui had withdrawn his penis from him. Sensui, although a super-powerful human, was still a human, and he was lucky if he could last ten minutes inside of his partner, although usually it amounted to more like five. Itsuki didn’t remember if it was Minoru or Shinobu who initiated the next step in their lovemaking- it definitely wasn’t Kazuya, because he would have choked him up against the living-room wall and fucked him with the Kikoujuu- but Itsuki was very happy that he did so, since even though he’d never tell Sensui this or criticize this part of his physiology as a human, the human male “refractory period” bothered him sometimes. He also didn’t remember if he had manipulated Sensui into fisting him on that particular instance, or if he had his lover so well-trained that he instantly stuck his hand inside of Itsuki’s asshole after he came without even thinking about it.
He recreated the feeling of Sensui roughly inserting his index finger into his rear, causing the feelings left by his cock to come back in full force. Noting that Itsuki was responsive to this, he lubricated his hand and slowly shoved in two more fingers as Itsuki bucked upwards towards Sensui’s hand and moaned softly. He slid back towards Sensui and bore down hard enough on his hand to make the other man insert his pinky, to which Sensui redoubled his efforts and stuck his hand in all the way up to his knuckles.
Itsuki could feel the subspace change around him. He knew that the tunnel was starting to open, with naught but the power of his mind and his favorite recollections of lovemaking. Sensui was the reason he was opening the tunnel; if demons came and devoured all of humankind, it would serve them right, since Sensui was the only human- no, the only being- alive who was noble, pure, and just in Itsuki’s eyes.
He gasped as Sensui proceeded to stick his whole left hand inside of him. He bucked upwards towards the other man’s hand again, proceeding to get the best angle to stimulate his prostate. Itsuki’s body felt alive with the intense pressure inside of him; his nipples were rock-hard, his cock was so erect that it lay almost flat against his belly, and he sweated and strained to get Sensui’s hand deeper still inside of him, until he could feel his sphincter contract around the thick muscles in Sensui’s lower arm.
This was the moment where Itsuki stopped his moaning and panting and begging for more. There were simply no words to describe the pleasure of being fucked by Sensui’s arm; it felt like he was in contact with the entire Universe, knowing its secrets and then instantly losing them again, transient like cherry blossoms falling from the tree. He was literally being made a mere puppet of, by a man who could very well be God himself. He was naught but a tool for Sensui’s use; even though Itsuki realized that the only person Sensui Shinobu ever really loved was Sensui Shinobu, he would persuade himself in times like this that being used, being fucked, being rudely opened, was a sign that Sensui cared somehow, but was too arrogant and concerned about his masculinity to let his defenses down.
With this thought, this sense of connectedness, Itsuki could sense the tunnel being approximately half-opened. He could smell the Makai air wafting through into his little boat: a smell of home. But he did not pay special attention to the smell, as he was lost in his own meditation: as he was opened, so shall the tunnel be opened. They were as one.
He loved being stretched out in this manner. Sensui could warp reality to his own whim; such were the convictions, power, and charisma of the man. Itsuki loved the pressure inside of him even more when he reminded himself that Sensui could take that very same hand, the one that was lodged inside him in something resembling affection, and destroy him from the inside out, make him explode with reiki, leaving naught but a torn, bloody demon shell. This thought that spun around in his head caused him to have an exquisite dry orgasm, which prompted Sensui to bear down harder inside of him, so that Itsuki could really feel it, feel Sensui’s exquisite fist expand ever deeper, practically grinding down into his prostate.
With this, Itsuki finally achieved ejaculation, his semen spurting across his chest and face, his whole body shaking in absolute bliss. He was still too amazed and stupefied to scream anything; all he could manage was a few soft moans after Sensui removed his hand. He then collapsed on the bed, facedown, and said, “I don’t know what I like better, your penis or your fist”.
He awoke from his meditation upon that one incredible instance of lovemaking, finding that the tunnel no longer needed his assistance and would grow on its own. He looked up at it; it was as if he and Sensui both, but mainly Sensui, since he was but a tool in this scheme, had brutally torn open the barrier in much the same way that Sensui had torn into him.
And that thought- as well as the thought that the tunnel was somehow theirs, their creation towards destruction, their enfante terrible as it were, a child brought into the world through “unnatural” means, a testament not to genesis or fertility but to decay- made Itsuki smile.
He then got out of the boat and proceeded to clean the semen stains from his pants before Yusuke’s group would arrive in the cave.
-FIN
Fandom: Yu Yu Hakusho
Pairing: Sensui/Itsuki
Rating: NC-17 for anal fisting
Summary: Sensui was a man who could open up space and possibility…among other things.
Author Notes: Written to inaugurate the ItsuSen section on AFF.N. (Because it needs more love.) Also more of a character piece for Itsuki than a PWP- you’ll see what I mean.
His mind was always opening, always making realities intertwine and improbable events possible.
That was Itsuki’s description as a yaminade. Now he was in charge of the tunnel being bored between Ningenkai and Makai, sitting in his little boat, incense wafting into his nose, while he focused his mind on the last time he felt that he had connected to the Universe and its oneness.
He remembered the very instant that Sensui had withdrawn his penis from him. Sensui, although a super-powerful human, was still a human, and he was lucky if he could last ten minutes inside of his partner, although usually it amounted to more like five. Itsuki didn’t remember if it was Minoru or Shinobu who initiated the next step in their lovemaking- it definitely wasn’t Kazuya, because he would have choked him up against the living-room wall and fucked him with the Kikoujuu- but Itsuki was very happy that he did so, since even though he’d never tell Sensui this or criticize this part of his physiology as a human, the human male “refractory period” bothered him sometimes. He also didn’t remember if he had manipulated Sensui into fisting him on that particular instance, or if he had his lover so well-trained that he instantly stuck his hand inside of Itsuki’s asshole after he came without even thinking about it.
He recreated the feeling of Sensui roughly inserting his index finger into his rear, causing the feelings left by his cock to come back in full force. Noting that Itsuki was responsive to this, he lubricated his hand and slowly shoved in two more fingers as Itsuki bucked upwards towards Sensui’s hand and moaned softly. He slid back towards Sensui and bore down hard enough on his hand to make the other man insert his pinky, to which Sensui redoubled his efforts and stuck his hand in all the way up to his knuckles.
Itsuki could feel the subspace change around him. He knew that the tunnel was starting to open, with naught but the power of his mind and his favorite recollections of lovemaking. Sensui was the reason he was opening the tunnel; if demons came and devoured all of humankind, it would serve them right, since Sensui was the only human- no, the only being- alive who was noble, pure, and just in Itsuki’s eyes.
He gasped as Sensui proceeded to stick his whole left hand inside of him. He bucked upwards towards the other man’s hand again, proceeding to get the best angle to stimulate his prostate. Itsuki’s body felt alive with the intense pressure inside of him; his nipples were rock-hard, his cock was so erect that it lay almost flat against his belly, and he sweated and strained to get Sensui’s hand deeper still inside of him, until he could feel his sphincter contract around the thick muscles in Sensui’s lower arm.
This was the moment where Itsuki stopped his moaning and panting and begging for more. There were simply no words to describe the pleasure of being fucked by Sensui’s arm; it felt like he was in contact with the entire Universe, knowing its secrets and then instantly losing them again, transient like cherry blossoms falling from the tree. He was literally being made a mere puppet of, by a man who could very well be God himself. He was naught but a tool for Sensui’s use; even though Itsuki realized that the only person Sensui Shinobu ever really loved was Sensui Shinobu, he would persuade himself in times like this that being used, being fucked, being rudely opened, was a sign that Sensui cared somehow, but was too arrogant and concerned about his masculinity to let his defenses down.
With this thought, this sense of connectedness, Itsuki could sense the tunnel being approximately half-opened. He could smell the Makai air wafting through into his little boat: a smell of home. But he did not pay special attention to the smell, as he was lost in his own meditation: as he was opened, so shall the tunnel be opened. They were as one.
He loved being stretched out in this manner. Sensui could warp reality to his own whim; such were the convictions, power, and charisma of the man. Itsuki loved the pressure inside of him even more when he reminded himself that Sensui could take that very same hand, the one that was lodged inside him in something resembling affection, and destroy him from the inside out, make him explode with reiki, leaving naught but a torn, bloody demon shell. This thought that spun around in his head caused him to have an exquisite dry orgasm, which prompted Sensui to bear down harder inside of him, so that Itsuki could really feel it, feel Sensui’s exquisite fist expand ever deeper, practically grinding down into his prostate.
With this, Itsuki finally achieved ejaculation, his semen spurting across his chest and face, his whole body shaking in absolute bliss. He was still too amazed and stupefied to scream anything; all he could manage was a few soft moans after Sensui removed his hand. He then collapsed on the bed, facedown, and said, “I don’t know what I like better, your penis or your fist”.
He awoke from his meditation upon that one incredible instance of lovemaking, finding that the tunnel no longer needed his assistance and would grow on its own. He looked up at it; it was as if he and Sensui both, but mainly Sensui, since he was but a tool in this scheme, had brutally torn open the barrier in much the same way that Sensui had torn into him.
And that thought- as well as the thought that the tunnel was somehow theirs, their creation towards destruction, their enfante terrible as it were, a child brought into the world through “unnatural” means, a testament not to genesis or fertility but to decay- made Itsuki smile.
He then got out of the boat and proceeded to clean the semen stains from his pants before Yusuke’s group would arrive in the cave.
-FIN