Fanfiction: Forty-Two (Yusuke/Kurama, NC-17)
Title: Forty-Two
Pairing: Urameshi Yusuke/Kurama
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Unbetaed, so comments and criticisms are more welcome than ever.
All things considered, it’s really not all that strange that Yusuke’s never quite considered Kurama “one of the guys”. It would be rather hard to, in all honesty, seeing as how the older boy proves - at nearly every turn - how very different he is: with the demonic strength, and the uncanny intelligence, and the strangely appealing good looks.
So it’s rather difficult for Yusuke to decide how he feels when he finds himself at Kurama’s door one morning, asking a bewildered-looking fox-demon if he wants, maybe, to spend the day together - nothing special, you know, not like a date, or anything, and he could have gone on forever (and probably would have) if Kurama hadn’t given him a strange look and stepped outside, closing the door behind him. Because if he were just one of the guys, it’d be fine - just a way of passing a lazy Saturday with a pal. But he’s not, he’s definitely not, and maybe that’s why Yusuke’s got this weird feeling in his stomach, why his blood thunders so loudly in his ears when Kurama glances at him with a gentle smile.
For all of that, though, the day goes surprisingly well, and Yusuke finds himself relaxing within a few hours. They wander the city aimlessly, going nowhere in particular, stopping in stores or arcades when it happens to strike their fancy. Kurama’s only too pleased to demolish Yusuke using a brunette avatar with just enough bust (and by that, of course, Yusuke means “enormous”) - and where does anyone learn to play like that? the half-demon wonders - but does manage to squirm his way back into Yusuke’s good graces by footing the bill for lunch.
One movie, and dinner, and an ice cream apiece later, Yusuke still hasn’t worked out precisely what any of this means, but he is glad he did it - if only because it means he gets to be there, all day, as Kurama laughs and jokes and smiles.
It’s late when they finally return to Kurama’s small apartment, and as Yusuke stands on the front steps and watches Kurama let himself in, things veer sharply towards awkward again. Inexplicably, Yusuke finds himself hoping Kurama will invite him in, ask him to stay.
Completely unaware of everything else, he keeps hoping as Kurama pushes the door open, steps inside, and turns. He’s so sure, so absolutely convinced that things will go the way he anticipates, that when Kurama finally murmurs, “Goodnight, Yusuke,” with an odd sort of finality, he actually hears the fox-demon say, “Come in.” And it’s not until the door begins to swing shut that he realizes what’s actually happened.
In typical Urameshi Yusuke fashion, he acts before he has time to think, before he gets the chance to ask himself what the hell he’s thinking. He surges forward, catching the edge of the door and throwing it back open, and then, for no good reason, he’s kissing Kurama.
It’s at this point that his common sense decides to kick in, but it’s far too late already, because Kurama’s surprised green eyes are sliding shut, and he’s moaning softly against Yusuke’s lips, and god, it’s just too much.
They stagger into the little table in the entrance hall, Kurama’s hip connecting it with a harsh sound. Yusuke swallows the resulting cry of pain, takes the fox-demon by the hips - prompting another cry as his fingers dig into tender skin that will almost certainly sport a bruise come morning - and lifts him to sit on the surface.
Kurama’s slender legs are around Yusuke’s waist in an instant, tugging him closer, and as their hips meet, Yusuke breaks the kiss with a groan, dropping his head to press against the fox-demon’s shoulder. He thrusts almost involuntarily, still with no idea what he’s getting himself into, but Kurama’s panting and moaning and rocking his own hips, and then he shudders and murmurs, “Please, Yusuke,” and Yusuke just stops thinking entirely.
Buttons fly and seams give way in his desperation to get at Kurama’s bare skin, and the fox-demon’s hands are ripping at his own clothes, but he absolutely cannot bring himself to be concerned about any of that once he has Kurama keening and arching on the table as he thrusts his fingers into the fox-demon in hasty preparation.
And then he’s sliding into Kurama’s body, and everything in the world fades to his body pressed against Kurama’s. He thrusts once, and Kurama wails, sucking and biting and scratching at every inch of Yusuke in his reach. Growling, Yusuke leans in closer and fastens his teeth on Kurama’s throat, reaching down between the two of them to stroke the fox-demon’s erection.
It’s desperate and rough and perfect, and it’s not long before Yusuke tenses, his groan muffled against Kurama’s skin between his teeth, feeling Kurama’s answering cry vibrate under his lips.
He collapses bonelessly against Kurama, barely shifting when the fox-demon laughs softly and slides delicate hands across his back.
“I suppose it’s rather belated now,” he hears Kurama murmur, his voice rasping slightly - from the screaming, Yusuke notes calmly, absently - “but would you like to stay the night?”
Yusuke grins against Kurama’s neck and straightens to crush their mouths together hungrily, pleased at the way Kurama moans and the way his cock stirs slightly in Yusuke’s loose grip. When he pulls away, Kurama is panting and whimpering softly, eyes glazing over in lust.
And Yusuke just looks at him, and finally finds his answer.
“Hell, yes.”
Pairing: Urameshi Yusuke/Kurama
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Unbetaed, so comments and criticisms are more welcome than ever.
All things considered, it’s really not all that strange that Yusuke’s never quite considered Kurama “one of the guys”. It would be rather hard to, in all honesty, seeing as how the older boy proves - at nearly every turn - how very different he is: with the demonic strength, and the uncanny intelligence, and the strangely appealing good looks.
So it’s rather difficult for Yusuke to decide how he feels when he finds himself at Kurama’s door one morning, asking a bewildered-looking fox-demon if he wants, maybe, to spend the day together - nothing special, you know, not like a date, or anything, and he could have gone on forever (and probably would have) if Kurama hadn’t given him a strange look and stepped outside, closing the door behind him. Because if he were just one of the guys, it’d be fine - just a way of passing a lazy Saturday with a pal. But he’s not, he’s definitely not, and maybe that’s why Yusuke’s got this weird feeling in his stomach, why his blood thunders so loudly in his ears when Kurama glances at him with a gentle smile.
For all of that, though, the day goes surprisingly well, and Yusuke finds himself relaxing within a few hours. They wander the city aimlessly, going nowhere in particular, stopping in stores or arcades when it happens to strike their fancy. Kurama’s only too pleased to demolish Yusuke using a brunette avatar with just enough bust (and by that, of course, Yusuke means “enormous”) - and where does anyone learn to play like that? the half-demon wonders - but does manage to squirm his way back into Yusuke’s good graces by footing the bill for lunch.
One movie, and dinner, and an ice cream apiece later, Yusuke still hasn’t worked out precisely what any of this means, but he is glad he did it - if only because it means he gets to be there, all day, as Kurama laughs and jokes and smiles.
It’s late when they finally return to Kurama’s small apartment, and as Yusuke stands on the front steps and watches Kurama let himself in, things veer sharply towards awkward again. Inexplicably, Yusuke finds himself hoping Kurama will invite him in, ask him to stay.
Completely unaware of everything else, he keeps hoping as Kurama pushes the door open, steps inside, and turns. He’s so sure, so absolutely convinced that things will go the way he anticipates, that when Kurama finally murmurs, “Goodnight, Yusuke,” with an odd sort of finality, he actually hears the fox-demon say, “Come in.” And it’s not until the door begins to swing shut that he realizes what’s actually happened.
In typical Urameshi Yusuke fashion, he acts before he has time to think, before he gets the chance to ask himself what the hell he’s thinking. He surges forward, catching the edge of the door and throwing it back open, and then, for no good reason, he’s kissing Kurama.
It’s at this point that his common sense decides to kick in, but it’s far too late already, because Kurama’s surprised green eyes are sliding shut, and he’s moaning softly against Yusuke’s lips, and god, it’s just too much.
They stagger into the little table in the entrance hall, Kurama’s hip connecting it with a harsh sound. Yusuke swallows the resulting cry of pain, takes the fox-demon by the hips - prompting another cry as his fingers dig into tender skin that will almost certainly sport a bruise come morning - and lifts him to sit on the surface.
Kurama’s slender legs are around Yusuke’s waist in an instant, tugging him closer, and as their hips meet, Yusuke breaks the kiss with a groan, dropping his head to press against the fox-demon’s shoulder. He thrusts almost involuntarily, still with no idea what he’s getting himself into, but Kurama’s panting and moaning and rocking his own hips, and then he shudders and murmurs, “Please, Yusuke,” and Yusuke just stops thinking entirely.
Buttons fly and seams give way in his desperation to get at Kurama’s bare skin, and the fox-demon’s hands are ripping at his own clothes, but he absolutely cannot bring himself to be concerned about any of that once he has Kurama keening and arching on the table as he thrusts his fingers into the fox-demon in hasty preparation.
And then he’s sliding into Kurama’s body, and everything in the world fades to his body pressed against Kurama’s. He thrusts once, and Kurama wails, sucking and biting and scratching at every inch of Yusuke in his reach. Growling, Yusuke leans in closer and fastens his teeth on Kurama’s throat, reaching down between the two of them to stroke the fox-demon’s erection.
It’s desperate and rough and perfect, and it’s not long before Yusuke tenses, his groan muffled against Kurama’s skin between his teeth, feeling Kurama’s answering cry vibrate under his lips.
He collapses bonelessly against Kurama, barely shifting when the fox-demon laughs softly and slides delicate hands across his back.
“I suppose it’s rather belated now,” he hears Kurama murmur, his voice rasping slightly - from the screaming, Yusuke notes calmly, absently - “but would you like to stay the night?”
Yusuke grins against Kurama’s neck and straightens to crush their mouths together hungrily, pleased at the way Kurama moans and the way his cock stirs slightly in Yusuke’s loose grip. When he pulls away, Kurama is panting and whimpering softly, eyes glazing over in lust.
And Yusuke just looks at him, and finally finds his answer.
“Hell, yes.”