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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      幽☆遊☆白書_|_YuYu_Hakusho:_Ghost_Files
  Relationship:
      Kurama_|_Minamino_Shuuichi/Urameshi_Yuusuke
  Character:
      Kurama_|_Minamino_Shuuichi, Urameshi_Yuusuke
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Implied/Referenced_Cheating, Mutual_Masturbation
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-10-07 Words: 2698
****** Succor to the Wounded and the Weary ******
by Effing_(Ramen)
Summary
     Yusuke pays for his haircut with a hug, and for Kurama's selflessness
     with himself.
Notes
     I was totally working on something else, but sometimes you have to
     bust out some shameless porn and sometimes you have to write
     something that'll actually be done in the space of a week. This just
     happens to be both.
Kurama hissed in pain and immediately regretted it. Not because he had just
shown a weakness, but because it was instinct to feel he needed to hide it. He
was safe at home right now, in the house that smelled of him and of his mother,
and the only person around to see would never betray him over one moment of not
having his guard up.
"Hey, you alright over there?" Speak of the devil. Yusuke was looking over at
him with unmasked concern in his eyes, so normal now with his hair hacked into
submission that the markings signaling his heritage stood out all the more. He
was clearly irrevocably changed, but Kurama had lived among both demons and
humans long enough to know that something as simple as biology wouldn't be
enough to change who Yusuke was inside. He was still someone Kurama could
trust, at least with little things like injuries.
"I'll be fine," Kurama said, looking down to see that his palms still bore the
crescent-shaped wounds where, less than a day ago, his nails had dug in deep
enough to draw blood. "It seems I haven't had the energy to fully recover from
some of the side effects of defeating Amanuma."
"Let me see." Yusuke reached out and took hold of one of Kurama's hands,
drawing it towards him with a gentleness that should've seemed strange, given
his penchant for brute force, but instead felt perfectly natural. As Kurama
stood there, beginning to feel awkward despite the whole trust thing, Yusuke's
brow furrowed in concentration and his hands began to glow. The energy they
emitted was the same demonic red Yusuke had been putting out since he'd
changed, but it soothed the cuts on Kurama's hand with the same gentle coolness
of one of Yukina's healing spells.
"Has Genkai been teaching you this part of the spirit wave?" Kurama sank to the
floor, fascinated by Yusuke using his powers this way and, though he'd probably
deny it if asked seriously, touched that he was being allowed to experience it.
"I'm making it up as I go. Now shut up a minute or I'll lose my happy
thoughts."
"Beg pardon." He sat quietly as instructed, and within a couple of minutes his
palm was good as new. He offered his other hand without hesitation, and that
one took a little less time to heal; when it was done, Yusuke placed one of his
hands, still glowing, on Kurama's chest over his heart. "Yusuke, what--"
Kurama was interrupted by his own body betraying him, tears welling up in his
eyes and a sob wrenching its way out of his throat. All he could think about,
suddenly, was how tired he was of having to kill people, how tired of it he'd
been since before meeting Yusuke--since before meeting Hiei. He barely noticed
Yusuke yanking his hand back with a curse, or when he slid off the chair into
Kurama's lap right after and tugged him into a hug, too focused on how much
killing that boy had felt like backsliding.
Gradually he did become aware of Yusuke's presence again, rubbing his back and
petting his hair like making people cry and then comforting them was something
he did on a daily basis. It was nice, though, reassuring to have Yusuke here
solid and alive when he, too, was supposed to be dead on the floor of a cave,
and that thought brought a fresh wave of misery twisting out of Kurama's chest.
By the time he finally settled down for real, the shirt he'd bought Yusuke back
in Mushiyori was half-soaked and probably more than a little mucus-laden.
Kurama started to pull away, embarrassed at having lost control of himself so
thoroughly, but Yusuke was still in his lap and apparently not interested in
moving to spare the last shreds of his dignity. Instead he pulled the dry hem
of his shirt up to wipe at Kurama's face. "It's about damn time we found
something even you couldn't make look good," he said.
"What did you do to me? I can usually hold myself together a little better
around company."
"I remembered what that Gourmet guy, or I guess Elder Toguro, said about you
being upset over having to kill Amanuma," Yusuke explained, looking away but
still not moving otherwise. "You know I suck at feelings, but I thought, if the
spirit wave could be used to free those guys on Dr. Ichigaki's team and it also
could be used to heal physical injuries, maybe I could use it to help you feel
better."
"Emotions don't quite work that way, Yusuke." But Kurama smiled anyway, because
it was very thoughtful of him, and Yusuke smiled back.
"How would I know? I'm a terrible student." He turned his head again,
apparently neither too embarrassed to look Kurama in the eye nor particularly
uncomfortable with their continued proximity. Was he truly that oblivious to
how odd it was to be sitting in another boy's lap, or was it subconscious? For
all his talk about other girls, Kurama didn't think Yusuke was the sort to go
messing around behind Keiko's back...
"Don't disagree too quickly or anything,"
Perhaps he'd left that hanging a bit too long. "I'm sorry. I was just thinking
you couldn't possibly still believe that about yourself when most healing
spells take at least a few weeks to learn and years to create." Aha, there,
Yusuke was blushing now and looking away again; Kurama gave himself points for
deflection, even as he regretted giving Yusuke cause to look even cuter than he
already did with his hair unstyled. It was going to become a problem soon, but
Kurama was determined to enjoy every moment he could get before that happened.
"All I did was make shit up based on what I had learned," Yusuke said with a
shrug.
"And yet you found your way straight to a method that worked. At the very least
you have good instincts, but I think you really are much smarter than any of us
give you credit for." In a rather narrow set of subjects, perhaps, but
specialists made the world go round.
He was frowning now, though, so perhaps Kurama had oversold it a bit, even if
he meant it. "If you're trying to get into my pants, you should at least stick
to lies I can believe." There went the idea that Yusuke wasn't staying this
close on purpose. Kurama wasn't entirely sure what he wanted to do with that
knowledge, but he wasn't about to let another awkward silence get in there
before he'd decided.
"If I try to get into your pants, please know I respect you enough to keep all
my flattery honest." That should have been a mighty big if, but all of Kurama's
concern for Keiko felt more like so many empty platitudes the longer he let
Yusuke stay on his lap. Hadn't he done enough for others' well-being today? He
needed something for himself. "That is, of course, assuming you'd entertain
such advances in the first place and not deck me for getting the wrong idea."
"Nah, you're too pretty to punch." Yusuke's hands came to rest on Kurama's
shoulders, so tentatively Kurama knew it was another deliberate choice. He
followed along anyway, slipping his fingertips up under the hem of Yusuke's
shirt to brush against the skin of his waist just lightly enough to get a
reaction without tickling. Yusuke's breathing hitched and his fingers tightened
briefly, and suddenly the room was thick with the scent of fresh arousal. It
was familiar after spending the last few years of his school career surrounded
by hormonal teenagers, but Kurama could honestly say it didn't usually get to
him the way Yusuke's was now: he wanted to lick it up, roll around in it, coax
more of it out.
Instead, he hooked his thumbs in the belt loops of Yusuke's jeans and let his
hands hang where it would be an effort to do anything really interesting. "Tell
me what you want, Yusuke." This only got some more blushing and Yusuke refusing
to look at him, so Kurama brought a hand back up to turn his face gently
forward again. "If it's too much, you only have to tell me. I don't want to
make you uncomfortable, especially not today."
As if a switch had been flipped, Yusuke's expression changed from uncertain to
determined. At least, Kurama noticed, it was one of his more pleasantly
determined faces and not something from the I'm Going To Find A Way To Kick
Your Ass On Principle collection. "I want to do whatever will make you feel
better. Even if that means ass stuff or whatever."
Kurama had to bury his face in Yusuke's neck to smother the sudden urge to
laugh--he had to be encouraging if he wanted to take advantage of this
unexpected generosity--and covered for it by dragging his lips back up over
skin until he was even with Yusuke's ear. "I promise I'll warn you if I get the
urge to try any 'ass stuff'."
Yusuke laughed, visibly shivering from the attention. "You said 'ass stuff'."
"I did," Kurama agreed, and his hands went back under the hem of Yusuke's
shirt. "May I take this off?"
"Only if I can get rid of yours, too."
"Of course." Kurama carefully didn't think about how they'd both received and
tended enough injuries to make this part go rather smoothly; instead he focused
on the blooming trails of heat where Yusuke's fingers brushed against his skin,
and the way Yusuke moved in his lap when Kurama touched him back. It was
obvious now how hard he was, but Yusuke only pressed closer to settle his arms
around Kurama's shoulders.
With so little space between them, it was easy for Kurama to go in for a kiss,
so he did: lightly at first, gauging Yusuke's interest, then deeper and dirtier
as Yusuke began to kiss back with increasing hunger. A hand on his thigh caused
Yusuke to whine in the back of his throat, a touch to the small of his back
made him rock his hips. That part Kurama particularly enjoyed for the brief
friction it provided, but he had plans that wouldn't be put aside for a quick,
desperate rut. For now he focused on the kissing, nipping at Yusuke's lips and
chin and working down to his throat, which Yusuke bared so readily it stirred
something long-forgotten in the back of Kurama's mind.
It was just a little spell, an old charm against ill fortune whispered into the
fur of the vixens he took to wife, when he still married, and later against the
skin of lovers, when he still slept with anyone he cared enough about. Now he
pressed it into the marks like tattoos on Yusuke's skin, that the next time
this impossible young man died would be decades or centuries or millennia from
now instead of months.
Yusuke encouraged it, or at least the part he could recognize, shifting to lean
back on his hands; Kurama kissed the end of the spell into the soft skin just
above his belly button and then followed, dislodging Yusuke from his lap but
making up for it by pressing him into the carpet and tangling their legs
together.
"Shit, hold on, I'm gonna--" Yusuke pushed him back up, still flushed, and
wriggled out of his jeans. "I don't wanna come in my pants."
"That would get unpleasant." Kurama settled back on his heels to get a proper
look at Yusuke's nakedness: the markings that continued down his thighs and
calves, the curve and color of his erection, the way he spread his legs just a
little further as if he was just that confident of Kurama's appreciation or
committed to his earlier offer or both. He was altogether lovely, and for one
precipitous moment Kurama considered taking everything he wanted and damn the
other claims on Yusuke's heart.
But no. He was a tame fox now, not a selfish one, and he would take no more
from this encounter than he truly needed. He shed his own pants, fumbling just
enough to make it look natural and maintain the illusion that they were on
equal footing here. Yusuke seemed to appreciate what he was seeing regardless,
sitting up only to pull Kurama back down on top of him.
When they settled this time there was only their own skin between them,
Yusuke's legs bracketing Kurama's body and their cocks nudging each other with
every little movement. Kurama kissed Yusuke again, once, just long enough to
appreciate how heavily he was breathing. "We're going to need your hands for
this next part," he said after, and alright, maybe one more kiss was needed for
that little noise Yusuke just made.
"Show me how you mean," Yusuke reminded him when they parted again. Kurama
shifted up onto one elbow so there was room between them to see and then
demonstrated, wrapping his own hand around both of them and thrusting. Yusuke
made a strangled noise and immediately reached down to cover the other side;
looking up, Kurama saw his head turned to the side as if it was too much. He
thrust again, into both their hands, and the moan Yusuke rewarded him with was
easily as hot as the drag of their cocks against their hands and each other.
After a few moments and some delightful rocking, Yusuke seemed to remember
himself enough to slip his other hand between them. Their fingers tangled
together as Kurama withdrew his own and he wound up cupping Yusuke's hands
instead, brushing the side of his thumb up and down the shaft of his cock until
Yusuke gasped his name and came between them.
Kurama could see Yusuke's expression sliding from arousal to embarrassment and
cut him off with a gentle bite to his neck, rearranging their hands so he was
fucking into Yusuke's. "You really are a sex monster," Yusuke said after, but
at least he sounded disbelieving and a little awed rather than upset about it.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Not that Kurama was letting it distract him
from the rare joy of a warm, receptive body underneath him; they could've done
something to slick up Yusuke's hands, but it was still much better than his
own.
"I looked spirit foxes up after the whole mirror thing," Yusuke explained,
jerking his hands in counterpoint to Kurama's thrusts. "Some stuff said you
guys are supposed to feed on sex energy or something, but I could never find
any dirty stories about how it was supposed to work."
That brought to mind the image of Yusuke touching himself to thoughts of
Kurama, which turned out to be enough to coax Kurama over the edge, coming in
Yusuke's hands with a quiet groan. He eased himself down as the tremors
subsided, basking in the peaceful feeling washing over him and the weight of
Yusuke's leg curling around his own to keep him from going anywhere. "That was
really hot," Yusuke said, and Kurama laughed.
"I'm afraid I don't have any stories of screwing people to death for you, at
least not in this sense, but if I ever have to do a proper sex spell I'll be
sure to give you all the details."
"I think I'd rather have an invite." Yusuke wriggled again, and when it was
right against him Kurama could now say with some authority that it felt even
better than it looked.
"I'll put you on the list."
They lay like that for a while, sated and alive. It wasn't going to last,
Kurama knew: Yusuke would go back to Keiko, Kurama's past would continue to dog
his heels, they would have to address Yusuke's heritage sooner or later, and
Spirit World was bound to continue being a problem. It could all wait until
tomorrow, though. Today, Kurama was safe at home in the arms of a beautiful boy
he'd do anything for, and who would do just about anything for him in return,
and that was good enough.
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