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September 10 2010, 04:51:52 UTC 1 year ago
[Example] Koto/Juri, Slumber party
I want Koto and Juri having a middle school-style slumber party, with gossip and pajamas and pillow fights and doing each other's hair and gushing over boys. Platonic or more between the ladies is up to anon!Anonymous
September 11 2010, 03:56:17 UTC 1 year ago
vines.
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September 18 2010, 23:37:46 UTC 1 year ago
Training, 1/2
It was before the first round of the Dark Tournament, and Hiei and Kurama were training on Hanging Neck Island. Kurama had set up some plant traps for Hiei, seeing if he could dodge them, and, if he couldn't, if he could escape.Hiei saw one of the vines going after him, and reached for his katana in order to slice it clean from his right leg. But, when he reached for his katana...
It wasn't there.
"Hiei," Kurama yelled, "are you looking for this?" His katana had been stolen away by Kurama's Rose Whip.
"Yes," Hiei hissed, "hand it over. I haven't got all day."
"I refuse."
"What?"
"I refuse to let you have this sword. You may be in a position where you cannot use it in battle. Let us think about all of the possibilities, shall we?"
Hiei scowled. "I don't want to think, I want to fight."
"What if there is an opponent who is a better tactician than you?" Kurama, seeing Hiei's struggling against the vine, brought more of the same vines up so they were wrapped around his other extremities.
"What are you trying to pull, Kurama?" Hiei struggled harder; he felt his strength drain from him the more he fought against the vines.
"Oh, I was just seeing how you would fare when backed into a corner. Your enemies might do that if they're really desperate."
"I'd just blast them with the Darkness Flame," he spat.
"Do you think battle is that simple? This plant I have here is specially designed to drain all of your energy until it gets what it wants. The harder you struggle, the more energy it drains, and..."
"What the hell does this thing want?"
"Simple". Kurama turned towards him and smirked. "Orgasmic release."
Hiei just looked at Kurama, his face turning pale.
"I see you're impressed."
"Hmmph." By now, another vine had creeped up onto Hiei, ripping his pants off, and gently finding its way onto his penis. "I won't lose."
"You do need to realize that sometimes the only way to win a battle is to forfeit." Kurama's eyes narrowed. "There is no way for me to back the plant off of you unless you are adequately pleasured."
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September 14 2010, 00:13:21 UTC 1 year ago
What happens when the proud, condescending shinobi of strong, solid earth, weakened from his fight with Kuwabara encounters the small, perverse, disgusting, malleable but utterly indestructible Aniki?
Kink: Rape. Humiliation and indignation. Don't particularly care if Risho feels physical pleasure or not, but if he did, sounding would be a delicious bonus.
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September 14 2010, 00:22:02 UTC 1 year ago
Toguro (Either one)/Karasu
Kink: Hard rape, forced oral, rude hair pulling and Karasu being insulted and forced face-down onto hard, dirty surfaces.
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September 19 2010, 00:11:52 UTC 1 year ago
Strategy - Part 1
He didn’t notice Karasu approaching through the hall because he was busy, very busy, thinking about Genkai—she was on his mind even when the intruder grew so close the door opened. Toguro’s eyes were closed, locked in moldering fantasies of a girl wet and straddling him, moaning wantonly in pleasure. When faced with reality in the narrow face of a cruel-eyed man, he almost sighed.Toguro’s brows bent upwards, however, as the man’s violet eyes glinted at him teasingly, his hands reaching back to press the lock into its ratchet. It was a flimsy hotel device that wouldn’t keep anyone but the serving men out, though Toguro was willing to accept that it was the principle of the thing that prompted it, not pragmatism.
“What do you want, Karasu?” Toguro growled, goaded by the scheming he saw on Karasu’s face.
“I think it’s more a question of what you want, really.”
Toguro watched the man saunter up, reaching to unhook his iron mask with something close to irritation. “Is this a seduction?” he asked flatly, voice an exasperated rumble, and held back a smirk when Karasu almost stumbled at the point-blank response, the metal falling from his face to his hands. Violet eyes narrowed; newly revealed lips tightened.
“I can see you’re not in the mood,” Karasu derided loftily, his lips rising with distaste, enraged that his plan had failed so soon after its coalescence. He started to leave.
“Come here,” Toguro commanded. Karasu stiffened. How dare the demon speak to him in that tone. He was not a servant, to be batted this way and that by the man’s mere voice!
With those thoughts outraged in his mind, Karasu was twice as surprised as Toguro when, after the second come here, he turned and walked toward the man, his mouth pursed, feeling cowed but telling himself this was strategy. Toguro was watching his sullen approach with a dark expression.
“What’s your objective here?”
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September 15 2010, 15:50:54 UTC 1 year ago
while flying
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September 15 2010, 15:51:27 UTC 1 year ago
awkward first times
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September 18 2010, 01:37:33 UTC 1 year ago
Wedding Night 1/2
Kuwabara counted himself a very lucky man; somehow, against all odds, he had gotten his true love Yukina to the altar. He really didn't expect for her to accept his proposal (he had to explain what "marriage" was in the first place), and was absolutely flabbergasted when she did. He could have sworn that he saw the red string of fate lead from his finger to hers when she had said "I do".But tonight- tonight was the first night of their honeymoon, and Kuwabara was hoping against hope to make love to his new bride. He was much too nice to ever force it on her, so here he was, on his honeymoon, watching reruns of old manzai shows, laughing like an idiot.
But Yukina had some semblance of what she was supposed to do, mainly from explanations by Kuwabara himself; after taking a shower, she curled up on the bed next to Kazuma, and undid the bathrobe the hotel had graciously put in the bathroom.
"Kazuma?" her sweet voice asked earnestly.
"What is it, my sweet Yukina?" He turned his attention towards her, and could see that her breasts were fully exposed to him. He tried desperately to fight his arousal, to be a gentleman towards her, but all it got him was an ache in his crotch.
"Let's be husband and wife."
"Oh, sure, baby, let me take these off..." Kazuma hastily stripped himself of his boxer shorts, releasing his erection.
Yukina looked absolutely shocked, and moved away from him in horror. "What the heck is THAT? It's like...a...a...a snake attached to your crotch!"
"Oh, that's just Lil' Kuwa, baby. He doesn't bite." With that, he grabbed his penis in order to prevent it from flopping against his stomach.
"So there's two of you?"
"Nah, it's just what guys have down there. Your brother probably has one too."
Yukina bowed her head, as in grief. "I know who he is- and I really don't want to think about him like that. It was obvious to me from the first time that we met, and..."
"Don't you want to be my wife?" asked Kuwabara suavely.
"I...I guess so. I'm just thinking about what this means. I'm not used to the...little crotch men."
"The proper word is 'penis'," he explained.
Yukina smiled and started to laugh softly. "Penis is a funny word."
"And it's not going to hurt you." He took her hand and clasped it to his chest. "I won't hurt you. Just lay back and I'll do everything."
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September 18 2010, 01:59:54 UTC 1 year ago
Teenaged!Shinobu losing his virginity to Itsuki. Basically Itsuki dragging him out of the closet via mindfuck. In character, no clearcut seme/uke please. (How they have sex, though, is up to the writer.)
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September 19 2010, 00:09:01 UTC 1 year ago
He enjoyed it.
He enjoyed it to the point where he would hang on Shinobu's every word, shoulder his every burden, and even left himself wide open to be pummeled by the troubled boy. It was all so intriguing. Itsuki wanted more.
They were doused in what felt like bullets of rain drops one evening far away from Shinobu's home. It took some time, but eventually the demon had convinced his partner to take a detour into the woods where Itsuki could shield them from the rain without being conspicuous.
Shinobu's clothes embraced him like a lover, defiant in their clutch and very much in Itsuki's way. He urged the human boy to shed them, and offered to do the same. No one would be by. Normal humans wouldn't find this spot anyway.
They stood before each other exposed as the day they were born. Shinobu's eyes drew paths along the ground, connecting dots between rocks, rubbing his cold forearms. Itsuki smiled.
"Are you afraid?" he asked.
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September 18 2010, 13:56:42 UTC 1 year ago
Koukou/Natsume, sex with the ex
Koukou/NatsumeKoukou is dating Enki but is still fuckbuddies with Natsume. Natsume still loves her and wants her back, but Koukou wants to break ties. Their last night of sex before they break up for good (on amicable terms).
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September 21 2010, 08:07:54 UTC 1 year ago
Gleam [1/?]
So this is just a start, because school is eating me this week but I wanted to let you know that SOMEONE LOVES THIS PROMPT. <333 So uh. Haven't gotten to the sex yet. But have some backstory and kisses? Sex will come! ...no pun intended.Touya was one of the strongest shinobi in their sect. The little ice master never let his size get in the way of his power or success. He completed his missions with deadly efficiency, and outside of battle his wit was as cold and sharp as his ice sword. Jin was the only one who could make him laugh (of course, if Jin couldn’t, who could?). And it was like music to the wind master’s ears. Their unlikely friendship was no secret among the shinobi. They were thick as...well, thick as thieves, if you’ll pardon the expression.
Their sect leader put in a bid for the shinobi in the Dark Tournament without so much as a by-your-leave. Risho was a power-hungry jerk, and his wind wasn’t much to go by either. The shinobi were elite fighters, of course. But the shinobi were masters of the unfair fight. It was something that Jin didn’t much like (he much preferred the fairness of fist-on-fist brawling), but the fact was that shinobi attacked from the shadows. Shinobi used stealth. They used darkness. They lived, breathed, slept with the darkness; tolerated it like a bad roommate or a selfish lover. There was no room for anything in the shinobi other than the darkness.
Risho understood that much, at least, and the members of the sect that he chose to go to the Dark Tournament were the four (plus himself) who he knew would be able to hold their own without the cover of darkness. Gama, with his makeup, could easily take away the advantage of sight by immobilizing his opponent. Bakken, with his fog, could eliminate the sense of sight (and, to a degree, smell – Phew-ee!). Touya was small, but he had a ferocious fighting spirit in him and the power to back it up, and Jin was an obvious choice because he was pining for a challenge, and impossible to beat when he was having fun. And Risho seduced them all into agreeing, with promises of the light that they would have if they won.
The Human World, he told them, had light aplenty, and hadn’t they had enough of the darkness? Was it fair that the Human World could have so much bright, warm light, driving out the darkness of night, and it couldn’t be theirs for the taking? They were shinobi. Assassins. Murderers. Fighters. They had fought their entire lives under the cover of darkness, lived with darkness, and for what? There were humans with bloodier hands who enjoyed the light every day. Surely they could take just a little slice for themselves. Surely, Risho reasoned, they had earned that much. After all, they were mercenaries but they were not slaves, to any demon or any darkness. They had the right to be free, to divorce themselves from their masque of darkness. It wasn’t a selfish wish. It wouldn’t hurt anyone.
The words were pretty, but they weren’t what convinced Jin to fight for Team Masho. Not even the promise of an actual challenging fight was what finally convinced him, however big a hand that had had in the decision. No, it was much simpler than that. Jin had watched how Touya’s eyes had lit up at the idea of living in the light. Touya’s eyes were pupilless light blue pools, pools that froze over in battle, became hard, unrelenting, expressionless. But at the idea of being free, living in the light, casting off the selfish darkness and becoming someone other than just shinobi, those pools thawed.
The sight of Touya so delighted had set Jin’s ears twitching for hours, and he couldn’t even explain to himself why his best friend’s happiness had excited him so.
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September 19 2010, 18:05:46 UTC 1 year ago
Karasu/Sakyo, Silence
Karasu/Sakyo: Silence (slave silence; silence as an erotic element in sex) - "It was a shame. With Toguro gone, and the two survivors of Team Toguro thrown back together, Sakyo never stood a chance."Anonymous
September 21 2010, 09:07:31 UTC 1 year ago
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(Posting what I have so far~)Darkness bore down on them, almost stifling in the darkened room. The window was open, and the lace curtains were still and lifeless.
He shifted onto his side and the slide of metal on wood echoed around the empty room. Looking up to the window, he stared at the red infused sky and felt the weight of his wager's consequences bearing down on him. Toguro, back when he was still alive, had warned him against Karasu. He'd done as advised then, but after the defeat of Team Urameshi, after seeing them all waste away, he was left with the results of it all. The fall out.
Time passed, Karasu and Bui slaughtered Ani and Oto.
He'd ignored them mostly, in the past, but he'd appreciated that Karasu and he had shared much of the same temperament. A blessing as much as it was a shame.
Now he was here, chained to the floor of an old, dying castled that creaked and howled like a woman's old bones and he, naked, and tethered in place, had no chance of freedom ever again. Whether he lived or died was entirely dependent on Karasu's willingness to leave him be for another day, another visit, another rape.
Bui came to him sometimes, silent and imposing, tying his hands behind his back and running a cold cloth between his legs and over his face. He'd even given him a cigarette once.
"You won't find mercy in me," he'd said calmly when Sakyo had attempted to make a deal with him one early morning with the sun hidden behind the thickest clouds and rolling thunder he'd heard yet. Rain batted against the house and made dew on the fighter's armour until it began to drip down onto Sakyo himself. "I only do this because I expect you to hold his interest for a little while longer until we move again."
Moving. Always, every few months, they would shift to another location. To keep under the radar of the new spirit detective and SDF.
Gingerly he pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, gritting his teeth at the way moving so aggravated the burnt skin on the insides of his thighs and backs of his knees. The chain dragged along the floor again, putting weight on the thick collar around his neck.
A knee slammed into his ribs and he went sailing through the air only to be pulled up short when the chain snapped taut and jerked at his neck. Instinct had him make a hideous sound as his throat constricted and something in him tore and bled, he was sure. The pain of it made his eyes roll back in his head and it took him a few delirious moments before he was coherent enough to order his body to move closer to where the chain was bolted to the floor.
He coughed and hacked, and oddly, there was no sound. That more than anything made him shake. He looked over to the booted feet by the bolt in the floor and wanted to murmur a small, sarcastic and so very resilient response. Nothing came. Not even whisper.
Crouching down by the bolt in the floor, Karasu hooked a finger in one of the links of the chain. Slowly, he pulled at it, and Sakyo gave in without complaint. It was always that way. He had, after all, made a bet with the demon and lost. If nothing else, he refused to go back on his own word. He'd lost his life, now it wasn't his own. It was Karasu's.
"Seems I've finally crushed your vocal cords, Mr Sakyo," Karasu purred, yanking hard enough on the chain that Sakyo finally had to crawl closer lest the tension cut off his air supply completely.
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September 19 2010, 18:13:08 UTC 1 year ago
I want to see some inappropriate use of his Rosewhip's handle.
I leave this to you, anon. <3
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September 22 2010, 07:31:51 UTC 1 year ago
Turned 1
They had been sparring, swiping at each other, tearing clothes and skin and never knowing where the line was crossed from fighting into foreplay.And now they rolled together on the open field, the moon as their witness while they swiped again, but this time with fingers, teeth and tongues, their earlier weapons discarded in the upturned grass that would be repaired by Kurama once their tryst was done.
“N-nyah! Hiei!” the redhead was face down in said grass, ass up, legs spread in an enticing manner that never failed to get Hiei’s cock hard. His voice was raspy, pure liquid sex as he cried out in rhythm to the apparition’s long tongue spearing his hole again and again.
“Hn,” Hiei chuckled malevolently, his breath brushing over Kurama’s hole. “You like that?”
“Nnnn, yes.” Kurama spread his legs even wider, his cock bouncing, dripping wetness to the ground below.
Hiei ran his hand over the swell of the fox’s cheeks, stroking himself as his gaze darted to the right.
“How about something else?” he asked with a smirk.
Lifting his head, Kurama repeated the question in a breathy tone. “Something els-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH!” He arched his back, resisting a sudden intrusion but it forced its way in, using the lubrication from Hiei’s tongue to stretch him, to twist and rub against his inner walls in just the right way, making him feel gloriously full.
But that certainly wasn’t the fire demon’s cock penetrating him. Looking over his shoulder the redhead gasped out “W-What i-is-“
“No questions.” The smaller demon grasped Kurama’s hair, wrapping the soft strands around his hand and pulling, arching the lithe fox even further back. At the rougher treatment, the redhead made a sound between a groan and a wail and the rawness of it, the lust in it, made Hiei’s shaft even harder.
Fitting his form against Kurama’s back, pumping the item in his hand in and out slowly and watching the body below him writhe and moan, Hiei nipped at a shoulder blade and husked, “Don’t you recognize your Rose Whip?”
The fox’s cries were punctuated by a gasp, and those emerald eyes rolled to the side, trying to glare at Hiei but failing as the handle was pushed in even further, every mark, every seam, every nuance in the grip scraping pleasure along the redhead’s tunnel.
“I’m surprised, Kurama,” Hiei’s voice was low and sexual, a purr with a mocking edge. “No one has ever used your weapon against you before?”
Growling, the redhead tried to retort but every time the words were about to jump off his tongue, Hiei would twist the handle, or push it in further, or pump it faster, and all Kurama could do was ride the wave of bliss.
But he could crest the wave, direct the wave, bend it to his will. Closing his eyes, which had begun to roll back into his head, he sent a tendril of youki into his favourite weapon and hummed with satisfaction as the end began to change shape. It elongated as it curved, its newly-formed tip brushing against that spot at the upper end of Kurama’s tunnel and white-hot pleasure shot through his veins, his body responding in kind.
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September 21 2010, 10:51:51 UTC 1 year ago
Toguro/Genkai, cowgirl
Toguro/Genkai: Cowgirl (the man lays down and the woman rides him), Secrets, other (dark or criminal past; unspoken feelings) - "Toguro's past was built of secrets that even Genkai couldn't penetrate. He didn't snap all at once."Anonymous
September 25 2010, 00:48:33 UTC 1 year ago
Fractured
word count is 666, thought it was amusing.It was clear, and had been for a while now, that Toguro was beginning to crack. It was subtle at first; a small scratch appeared in the surface and it slowly became larger. The fissure in the fragile glass that represented Toguro’s fragile psyche was a slow moving toxin, poisoning the man Genkai once knew and admired and transforming him into something she could not recognize.
It was true that Genkai knew Toguro better than anyone ever could, but it was clear that there were many secrets behind his motivations; things even Genkai could never fully discover.
Genkai ran her fingers over the plains of Toguro’s chest, pausing here and there over scars from various fights. The scars reminded her too forcefully of her fear that her lover’s mind was becoming just as damaged.
Toguro sat up, the thin sheet that had been pulled up just past his waist pooled on the bed. His piercing gaze caught Genkai’s worried look. “You’re staring again,” he observed.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” Genkai asked.
Toguro smiled and cupped her cheek in his rough palm. “I’m fine.” He kissed her, stroking her shoulder and reaching around to undo the braid in her hair. His fingers ran through soft waves, pulling apart the simple knot.
Genkai was not distracted, however, by Toguro’s soft touches. Even as her body shivered in pleasure when his hand slipped underneath her yukata to fondle her breasts, her mind was silently fretting over how secretive Toguro was. She was worried.
Genkai straddled Toguro’s waist, rubbing her naked body against Toguro’s hardening length. A gasp escaped her lips as his hot cock rubbed against the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs and upward against her opening.
In spite of Toguro’s size, it was relatively easy for Genkai to push him onto his back. She maintained her position, straddling his hips and rocked against him without taking his length inside.
Toguro reached out and slid the yukata off Genkai’s shoulder to massage her breasts and shoulders. His hands fitted around her waist and he pulled her forward to guide her to his need.
Genkai leaned up slightly and positioned her entrance over her lover’s dick. She sat slowly, fitting herself perfectly around Toguro. She paused for a moment, staring down into Toguro’s eyes.
She thought she saw a fracture.
Toguro rocked a bit, forcing Genkai to move. Genkai braced her hands on Toguro’s shoulders and kept her eyes locked on his while she moved.
The air was filled with the sounds of gasping and moaning; the melody of skin on skin. Genkai rocked harder, occasionally bouncing with the effort, her loins were tightening and desire built deep within. A few more rocks and she found her first release. The feeling of Genkai’s body clenching around Toguro caused the man to grunt but he held fast; he wouldn’t be finished until Genkai was fully satisfied.
After a moment of gripping her lover’s shoulders and catching her breath, Genkai moved again, pushing up with her strong legs and practically slamming down on Toguro’s shaft. Toguro groaned, his hands firmly planted on Genkai’s hips. Genkai slammed into him again, and increased her speed. She lost count of the number of times she came before bringing Toguro to his release but when she finally felt his muscles tighten beneath her and she was filled with his seed she was beginning to feel limp and weak from the effort.
Genkai collapsed on top of Toguro, making a mental note to brew her tea to prevent pregnancy tomorrow. Right now, she wanted to sleep and forget her troubling thoughts about Toguro’s past and his secrets and how the sound of his breathing reminded her of breaking glass.
Years later Genkai would reflect and always remember that Toguro didn’t snap all at once; it was a long process. No single event could be attributed to his downfall. The demon Toguro became was the sum of all his secrets. Genkai would live with her regret.
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September 21 2010, 10:53:31 UTC 1 year ago
Bui/Karasu/Kurama, submission
Bui/Karasu/Kurama: Submission (obedience; submissive behaviors such as boot kissing, crawling, keeping one's eyes lowered, or kneeling for master; abasement in general) - Kurama as the submissive, Bui disapproving, and Karasu loving every second.Anonymous
September 22 2010, 09:17:52 UTC 1 year ago
Only You [1/?]
I figured I may as well post what I've written as I go along, since I'm not sure how long this will be or how long it will take me. Check back daily though!"Come see," Karasu said, standing on the landing of the staircase. Long fingers caressed the metal balustrade, smoothing back and forth. There was dried blood under his nails.
Bui wasn't particularly keen on doing so considering the other demon's kinks, but he couldn't help but wonder just what Karasu had done to the pretty little redhead they had brought home with them after the Dark Tournament. The demon had a kind of spirit he hadn’t seen in a long time, his rage and indigence at his treatment under the hands of Karasu only seemed to compliment his ruby-red hair and delicate features. In all his years Bui had never seen such a graceful thing put through such degradation.
He stood silent for a while, long enough for Karasu to grow impatient and begin to descend the stairs. His ratted old coat had long since been discarded, thrown away after their service to the Toguro brothers had been terminated. While Bui still wore his armour Karasu now wore another long coat that swished around his legs as he moved, the delicate red stitching along the lapels contorting in all kinds of swirls and arches.
He placed a hand on Bui’s chest and looked down that short distance to meet his eyes. “Come, old friend. Have a taste. I know our tastes run along the same vein.”
Looking into those insensate violet eyes, Bui had to agree. Indeed, their tastes were much the same when it came to this red-haired human. He nodded curtly and watched his blood-brother’s eyes light up in cruel anticipation as a smile pulled at his lips.
He turned on his heel with a swirl of ever longer black hair and began to ascend the staircase. Bui, cocking his head to this side and wondering at his own apparent reluctance began to follow him.
Kurama had long since been given cleaner and better rooming, Karasu’s reasons for such had never quite been discussed. Bui thought that, perhaps, Karasu was attempting to reward good behaviour and create Stockholm Syndrome within their charge to keep the boy all the while longer. He certainly wouldn’t have put it past him. It was a true Karasu tactic, another way to degrade the boy.
After the second flight of stairs they walked down a few hallways until they reached Kurama’s quarters. He’d almost gained his own wing by now, though he had no servants to service him and all windows and doors were locked. There was no organic material here, not even in the walls and fixtures. Nothing sharp, nothing soft; excluding the room Karasu allowed him to spend his days in if he’d been behaving well.
The mansion itself had the quality of sapping static energy. As such, Karasu could go without his mask and Bui without his armour if they so desired it, yet they both were still unused to doing so and preferred their long-time comforts born of habit and repetition. It was also good for training, to hide and track that ever present sensation that drew their energy if they went above anything less than hiding their youki as best they could.
When they reached Kurama’s door, Karasu reached out and smoothed his hand over the grey panel softly, almost as if he were petting the door itself for its good service. The door handle was grasped and twisted next, the door pushed open. Following after his blood-brother, Bui cast his eyes around the room, quickly taking inventory.
The atrium to Kurama’s waiting room was quite lavish. There were two couches facing each other, both made of soft leather. The floor was carpeted and lush, likely soft underfoot. Books lined one wall, along with painting and other artefacts Karasu had collected over the years. Most of the artefacts were pictures and souvenirs from all those in the past who had spent their time in these rooms; locks of hair, dried lengths of skin. Bui wouldn’t know. As they stood by the door, waiting for it to swing shut, the red-head himself emerged from one of the rooms deeper in. There were no doors further in, not unless entry therein was forbidden for the moment.
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September 21 2010, 11:30:29 UTC 1 year ago
Pairing: Karasu/Bui (in that order)
Kink: Bootlicking, torture
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September 21 2010, 11:34:29 UTC 1 year ago
Roto/Kurama + Bondage
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September 21 2010, 11:48:25 UTC 1 year ago
MAKE IT HAPPEN ANON. I know you can!
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September 22 2010, 10:55:39 UTC 1 year ago
Back to True Nature 1/2
It wasn’t supposed to exist, not really, after all. Who would want one, anyways, after getting to know him? His personality had little to offer in way of desirability for anyone who had ‘normal’ tastes, after all. But, ‘normal’ wasn’t exactly a word that could apply to him. He was Youko Kurama, now Minamino Shuichi, kitsune in a human body—about as far from normal as one could get, even discounting that he was silver and still didn’t have nine tails.But this, this, was something more abnormal, more forbidden, which was, of course, why he had to have it.
It had taken hours to get it perfect, even with his skills. And, the color had to be added by hand, a labor of love he’d spent days working on. Getting reference photos had been difficult at best, most turning out as a blur of colors, but those he’d managed to capture were well used, not just for this little project but other entertainments as well. He’d even had to reprint a few he hadn’t been careful with.
But now, yes, now it was finished, his masterpiece. Ten inches from the soles of its shoes to the tips of its pointed hair, every bit of it carefully and lovingly crafted into the shape of that bastard who wouldn’t take a hint and bend over once in a while. Now…yes, now, in his hand, Hiei glowered at him, arms crossed over his black tank top clad chest. Oh, how very long he’d worked on the shading of those muscles, to get those belts just right, the fall of that shirt, rakish and innocent at the same time. He hummed, caressing the model with his hand and then against his cheek. Oh, yes, this, this is what he’d been waiting for.
Pity he hadn’t made it larger, then he could have had it bent over. But, there were appearances to maintain and he couldn’t just have a full sized doll in his room…at least not one that didn’t deflate. Now, though, he had it.
The problem became just which end did he want to use. His human body, while definitely fortified with his demon energy, couldn’t quite heal quickly enough to prevent leaving a mess behind. There was just something deliciously wonderful about having his ass fully and thoroughly reamed that made every muscle in his groin tighten with want.
The bathroom would be easy to clean, especially if he was in the shower.
That idea made him moan with want so intense it almost surprised him. He would have to do that, then. He stood, adjusting his pants as he slipped the figurine up his sleeve. He didn’t need to be so furtive—Shiori had left for a date only half an hour ago—but it added to the thrill of excitement coursing through his body. He looked at himself in the mirror on the back of his door. He looked turned on—it was a good look for him, really brought out the color of his eyes. He smiled, tracing his cheek in his reflection, his hips moving closer to the mirror without thought. Yes, he really needed this.
He moved away from the door enough to open it, looking up and down the hall before slipping into the bathroom and closing the door behind him firmly, twisting the lock into place. A ‘naughty’ thrill coursed through his body, starting with his balls, twisting through his prostate and up his spine. Oh, how he would tarnish the ‘good’ name of Minamino Shuichi!
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September 21 2010, 11:54:51 UTC 1 year ago
Kurama's all bound up with his knees by his ears, buttplug, gag, blindfold etc. Karasu talks to him as he takes ingredients out of the pantry to make himself something to eat.
Whether they actually fuck or not is up to you.
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September 30 2010, 10:40:35 UTC 1 year ago
The Nearness of You [1/?]
I'll be posting this bit by bit.Karasu undid his collar briskly, squinting at his reflection, cunning blue eyes in the hall’s tarnished mirror narrowing back at him. He arched his elegant neck enough to examine the droplets of blood that bled through white cloth, remnants from some dirty creature. Lips twisted dispassionately. There was nothing pleasing about this blood—it could belong to any of them—and the collar itself was wilting enough from his long hours at Auschwitz to enrage him, irritate his need for perfection.
He was tired. It had been a long day, spent pretending interest in the bony women his comrades took turns on, smiling, never letting on how little it concerned him beyond his base, basic love of pain. Luckily, that love was more than enough to include him in the sadists’ games. He was no fool: he knew how to play, even with a creature he didn’t like—even with one he didn’t love.
Karasu had been a natural choice for the SS. His curly blond hair might have been too long, braided behind his back, but he looked and acted too much the part for that to be an issue. He was at all times regal and Aryan, heartless and cruel, with a handsome, self-serving smile. He was lucky, and never questioned his luck. The fact that he was sound of body and mind, that he had a German family that had never known the blood of a non-Aryan, that he was blond-haired and blue-eyed, all seemed natural to him. He embraced Nazi-ism with all his meager heart, for after all, it preached superiority—and what did Karasu ever consider himself, if not superior?
Without pondering these realities for so much as a moment, with no thought but of his approaching meal and the piece by Wagner that he hummed to himself, Karasu hung up his uniformed coat and strode through the narrow apartment and into the kitchen in his dapper black pants, sighing. There was a soft whump from the pantry, a small, frightened sound, and shifting, as though something were shying away. Karasu tilted his head and smiled, other thoughts finally entering his head, striding to the blank white door of the pantry with his fingers busily unbuttoning his undershirt.
The pantry, he liked to tell his comrades, was where his loins were. They laughed, thinking he joked about food. He smiled at their chuckling as he smiled now, blankly, opening the door and watching it flinch, the electric lights harsh even through the blindfold. The little thing quaked, everything from its long red hair to its curling toes shivering. It rested a frail body, nude, against cans of army-rationed tomato paste, curling, trying vainly to avoid notice.
The straps and chains that put knees to shoulders and then kept thighs spread, the thick gag and blindfold of uncompromising black leather, were creaking endearingly with its shudders. The movement was hurting it, if the broken, muffled whimpers were any indication. It had been tied up for an awfully long time—blood had pooled, muscles tightened. Karasu was gratified to see the crude dildo still in place.
“I’m going to make some dinner. If you’d like some, you must work for it.” Karasu’s voice was casual, clear, as though he were talking to a cohabiting lover, and not a bound and trembling prisoner, left secured in a dark, cold pantry for longer than a day. It had ceased all movements at the sound of his voice, terror stripping muscles even of the ability to shake.
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September 21 2010, 12:14:04 UTC 1 year ago
Youko Kurama x Filler's choice/Youko being his ruthless self.
I'm craving a smutty yaoi with Youko [in character] as his bad ass, cut throat self. I'm not too picky on who his partner is, though some personal favorites are: Kuronue, Hiei, Yomi, Karasu, Demon Yusuke. Use of plant manipulation is a bonus. Dirty talk is loved. You get the picture, I'm sure.Anonymous
September 22 2010, 08:55:47 UTC 1 year ago
Re: Youko Kurama x Filler's choice/Youko being his ruthless self.
Today apparently. Hi there, hope this is, ahem, satisfactory? :DNC-17 - 550 words - Kurama/Yusuke - timeline: about 100 years after the end of the show.
He's stuck, and there is fuck-all he can do about it. What's worse: he's stuck in a freaking youki draining - or dampening or whatever - bog, there's fuck-all he can do about it, and something is creeping up his pants leg. It's getting ever closer to...yeah, fuck just not. Yusuke makes another attempt to grab an overhanging branch, but that just makes him sink deeper. And now the damn...what? Tentacle? The damn something has reached its goal and, shit, there are actually two or the one split or something, and one of them wraps around his cock and ball while the other goes places no tentacle should be allowed to go ever.
Yusuke flails, his long hair getting into his face - and, fuck, he hates that aspect of his demon form - and struggles harder to get out.
By the time he pauses for breath, he's sunk even deeper naturally and is in it up to the chest now.
"Enjoying yourself?"
Eyes snapping shut - as if that would make all this go away, hah! - Yusuke takes a deep, steadying breath. He knows that voice; he's heard it a couple of times now, but even once would have been enough, really. Shit. "Kurama," Yusuke grinds out between clenched teeth.
"You missed our last...," the foxes pauses, choosing his words carefully, or maybe just fucking with Yusuke, yeah. "Ah, shall we call it an appointment? Our last appointment, yes." The voice is coming from right in front of him now, and Yusuke opens his eyes, taking in the apparition standing at the edge of the damn power-draining bog quagmire thingy from hell.
"I had nothing to say to you."
Kurama tilts his head, fox ears twitching. "Who said we had to talk?"
"You're trying to carve out your own fucking territory or take over Yomi's, now that Shura's in charge. And you want me to help. That means you want to negotiate, which is just a fancy word for talking, Kurama."
The tentacle squeezed his dick. Yusuke bit his lip and groaned. Okay, fuck, not a tentacle. A vine or something, Goddammit, Kurama!
"Your refusal to ally with me in this is vexing."
"I don't want a freaking civil war!" And oh fuck, the other vine was now, was, was moving. In and out. Gods.
"Neither do I," Kurama murmured, inspecting the claws on his fingers because, you know, they were more interesting that Yusuke being fucked by a plant. "Subtle does it." His hand dropped to his crotch, slithering towards his own cock, and Kurama began to rub himself in time with the fucking vine which was fucking Yusuke.
Yusuke gurgled. "You call this subtle?"
"No. Subtle is lost on you. I call this an incentive."
Yusuke held out. Really, he did. He held out manfully and valiantly and all that shit; until the goddamn thing stopped moving right before he would have come. "Kurama!"
The fox was currently busy freeing his cock and touching himself. Jerking himself off, watching Yusuke from underneath lowered lashes. "Mm?"
Fuck. "No civil war. You got a, a, fuck, a plan?"
"I do, yes."
"Okay. Okay. Shit. I'll help." And Bob's your goddamn uncle. The vine started fucking him again, and three seconds later Yusuke came to the sight of Kurama coming over his own hand. Fuck.
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September 21 2010, 22:06:14 UTC 1 year ago
Sensui/Hagiri, Kamiya/Hagiri: love for older men
I want someone to write something where Hagiri has a fetish for older males, and is fucking the daylights out of Sensui until- well- he dies. He gets with Kamiya on the rebound.In-character, no Itsuki-bashing, no seme/uke, very little romance. THEY'RE JUST FUCKING, PEOPLE.
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September 22 2010, 06:49:14 UTC 1 year ago
Karasu/Kurama Teacher/Student
Sex in the classroom. Dub-conish, with the sex a bit on the rough side please.Bonus if Karasu pops Kurama's cherry and Kurama likes it.
Double Bonus if Sakyo is involved in any way, even if he watches. But anon will not be disappointed if you can't fit him in. Karasu/Kurama is always acceptable.
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September 23 2010, 11:49:04 UTC 1 year ago
Supplemental Lessons 1/?
Obviously has to be AUIt had been a rough year, not quite what he’d expected, even after his internship. It was different, being fully in charge of the classes with no one to back him up at hand easily. He wasn’t one to give up, though.
But, if he were honest with himself, it was really just two students…one, since the other seemed to just sit back and watch and encourage in a way he couldn’t quite identify. There had to be a way to figure out how to discourage them.
Kurama sat in the teacher’s office, at his desk, frowning at his computer as he tried to work through some lesson plans for the next week. Most of his colleagues were already gone for the day, for the week, enjoying Friday night with no school scheduled for the next day. There had to be some way for him to control those two, he was sure of it and was wracking his brain trying to find it and plan it. Planning was his strong point, as was finding things to plan for, but this problem was becoming baffling.
“Sensei,” the smoke cured smoothness of Sakyo’s voice pulled him from his plans. When he turned, the boy continued, “We have a question. Can you come with me so we can ask?”
If it weren’t for his attitude, Sakyo would be quite attractive with his long black hair cascading down his back, even the scar that drew a line down one side of his face seemed to add to rather than detract from his attractiveness. He wasn’t beautiful, but he definitely qualified for handsome.
Kurama bit the inside of his cheek. “I’ll be right there,” he said, forcing his voice to be pleasantly distant. He couldn’t think about students that way.
Sakyo smiled and rolled around the door, heading down the hall by the sounds of his footsteps.
He didn’t want to go. Kurama knew that ‘we’ would be Sakyo and Karasu and Karasu was the one he had problems with…insolent, lazy, disrespectful and eyes that a sane man would drown in.
No, that wasn’t what he needed to think. He was the teacher. Sakyo and Karasu were his students, untouchable.
Just like he was. Untouchable, unwanted, unneeded, just because he was gay, just because he longed for his best friend and his best friend found him repulsive now. He’d gone twenty years without saying anything, all the way through school until just before they graduated from college. Why had he ruined their friendship by confessing just before commencement?
Kurama fisted his hands, digging his nails into his palms to clear his mind, before heading to the classroom. He knew which one. It was the room of his torment, the one where Sakyo and Karasu would watch him from the back of the classroom with lazy eyes, making comment on his appearance while he wrote on the board. Not his appearance, his ass. A suit jacket hadn’t even stopped the comments from coming.
“You came,” Karasu purred as he entered the classroom. He rolled off the wall by the door to stand in front of Kurama. He reached out and took Kurama’s arm when the teacher paused in the doorway. “Come in, sensei,” he said, drawing Kurama close until their bodies were flush against each other.
Kurama tried to pull back. “Let go,” he said, forcing his voice cold. He could hear Sakyo closing the door behind him. He looked at Karasu, but that was a mistake. He became lost in the violet eyes…not really violet, a deep blue that edged toward indigo. “I said let go,” he said, his voice lacking the strength it’d just had.
“I don’t think you really want me to, sensei,” Karasu’s voice continued to be a purr as his body moved suggestively against Kurama’s. “I think you want to know why I called you here, don’t you?”
Kurama swallowed thickly, shocked at the way his body insisted on reacting to Karasu. “You have a question,” he said, struggling to make his voice not waver, not beg. He had to bite his lip when Sakyo moved behind him, trapping him between the two of them.
“Yes,” Karasu murmured, his face moving closer to Kurama’s, his hair, longer and fuller than Sakyo’s, falling around Kurama’s face. “Are you a virgin, sensei?” he asked, the title mocking.
He should be affronted, angry, but his tone failed to make it there as he said, “That is none of your business.”
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September 22 2010, 09:36:17 UTC 1 year ago
Raizen/LadyDoctor
Raizen/LadyDoctor; fucking beside an unconscious patient.Bonus if Lady is naked under her yukata most of the time and Raizen (who has popped in to visit her) takes advantage of the fact.
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September 24 2010, 14:26:05 UTC 1 year ago
Fever Dream, 1/1
Ever since that night, when her eyes had shown him how fierce a person she really was, and when she said that she would not mind if he were to eat her, though her body was coursing with poisons, Raizen had fallen madly in love with the lady doctor. As of right now, he was seeing her again, and, as if she had read his mind, she had managed to push him down onto the floor, casting her yukata aside for a night of lovemaking.The only thing that distracted her from his visit was an unconscious patient on the floor, a victim, ironically, of a demonic attack. His body was covered in scratches and bruises, and it seemed that his neck vertebrae were crushed. He was lucky enough to have made it out alive, though the lady doctor did not know if he'd remain alive for long.
Luckily, she had stabilized his neck with a bale of hay wrapped in cloth, and had tended to his wounds with herbs and medicine made from her own blood. She was now ready to welcome her own demonic visitor the only way she knew how.
She was now straddling him, her face contorted in ecstasy as he pounded her, thrust after glorious thrust reverberating through her body. His claws, scratching at her back, sent a jolt of both pain and pleasure down her spine. She leaned forward on him slightly so as to stimulate her clitoris, which prompted Raizen to buck harder into her. He was sorely tempted to bite down onto one of her exposed breasts, but restrained himself, lest the taste of human flesh tempt him back into thinking of her as a meal and not a lover, a woman.
It was now at this inappropriate time that the man who had survived a demon attack regained consciousness for a moment. He could have sworn he saw the doctor and a demon having sex, but he racked it up to his ordeal, and dropped back into unconsciousness, reminding himself that it may have been just a dream.
Feeling her orgasm come upon her, the lady doctor leaned in closer to Raizen's body, and he, in turn, embraced her fully, feeling her vaginal muscles wrap around his shaft. In no time at all, he, too, had reached orgasm, his claws sticking into her back, the both of them losing control.
After he had withdrawn from her, he escaped again into the night. She put her yukata back on, returned to her patient, not knowing what he had seen, and kneeled on the tatami by his side, applying more herbal tincture to his wounds.
When the patient regained consciousness again, a few days later, this time permanently, he recalled the strange dream he had had.
The lady doctor just listened, smiling and nodding.
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September 22 2010, 09:44:26 UTC 1 year ago
Kurama/Hiei/Yusuke - blowjob/restraint
Yusuke holding/restraining Hiei while Kurama sucks him off.Anonymous
September 23 2010, 17:11:20 UTC 1 year ago
Pent Up 1/3
Hiei was grouchy. He’d be lying to himself if he didn’t admit that much at least. He knew the others had noticed it to. He would like to blame it on Koenma, who exiled him to demon world for two months where he had to train a border patrol. He could blame it on Mukuro, who spent the entire two months trying to seduce him with words and actions, many of which had worked splendidly to arouse his body, but did nothing for his heart. No, the true fault lay with the one for whom his heart beat these days, that damned cocky fox.He had been gone for two entire months, and not once since his return had he gotten past second base with his once nightly lover. Kurama claimed to be busy studying for college exams, but Hiei knew him better than that. Hiei knew that this was actually punishment.
Before Hiei left for Makai, they had participated in a consensual round of rough lovemaking during which Hiei was excessively sadistic to the poor fox. An unintentional mistake, which Hiei had promised him he could thoroughly punish him for later.
By punishment, of course, Hiei had been thinking of allowing the equally sadistic boy to employ some of his favorite fetishes, such as the use of plants to torture Hiei into a shameful orgasm, or, if he was feeling rough himself, the use of the rose whip to assert his dominance over the smaller youkai. Never did Hiei imagine that his punishment would be receiving the cold shoulder.
Hiei dodged a particularly strong blast of blue energy as it charged at him. He was suddenly thankful for his youkai speed, and mentally berated himself for losing his focus.
“That one came pretty close, Hiei, what’re you day dreamin’ on me?” Yusuke teased, having no idea how true his words were.
“Hn. Close doesn’t matter in battle, Yusuke.” Hiei said coolly as he appeared behind the boy and kicked at his head.
This sparring match was supposed to take his mind off of Kurama. Make him forget about the need and the lust that seemed to be ever present at the back of his mind lately. If he were to be completely honest with himself, he’d say that he was sexually frustrated. He needed sex, he needed Kurama, and he was being denied.
Hiei’s desperation had been so great that for the past 3 nights he had taken care of his little problem himself, but that wasn’t what his body craved. It was almost as if he’d been insulting his pent up energy by even attempting to sate his own desires.
Hiei cursed softly under his breath as he dodged another powerful attack. His thoughts alone had begun to arouse him. He could feel the need searing its way through his blood and pooling in his groin. This is getting ridiculous. Who gets a hard on while sparring?
A dark smirk graced his lips as he remembered just how many of his and Kurama’s sparring matches had escalated to rough foreplay, and transitioned nicely into dirty, primal sex.
Hiei nearly moaned in pleasure as Yusuke kicked him in the stomach, but managed to hide it gracefully behind a grunt. He brought the hilt of his sword forward to hit the boy’s shin, and he howled in pain as he backed up.
“Dammit! That hurts!” Yusuke barked as he hopped around on one foot, cradling his injured leg in both of his hands. “Look, fire-brat,” he huffed, clearly annoyed, “you said you wouldn’t use your sword except for flame attacks.”
Hiei nodded his agreement. “I did, I forgot.” That said, he sheathed his sword and removed the belts that held the sheath at his side, tossing it a few feet away in penance.
Yusuke gave one of his trade-mark chuckles as he lowered himself into a martial arts stance. “Alright, so you want to do it up dirty, ehe? Just limbs and sweat, and blood? I like it, let’s do it.”
Hiei’s cock jumped in his thankfully baggy pants with every choice word the detective used. Dirty. Limbs. Sweat. Blood. Was he trying to make Hiei’s mind wander?
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September 22 2010, 09:54:12 UTC 1 year ago
She shows him who the real boss is.
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September 23 2010, 03:53:17 UTC 1 year ago
Yomi/Kurama
Yomi/KuramaKink: Mating for life, bonding. As in, Yomi decides Shoru could use a more caring, maternal presence in his life, and chooses an unwilling Kurama to be that figure, (despite that, as Kurama frequently reminds him, just because he's intelligent, polite, and less masculine in figure than he once was, that does not make him feminine nor maternal in the least, and has no interest in babysitting besides) and marks and binds him as his mate (though not necessarily his submissive) via demon sex and biting. The kink comes less from Yomi forcing himself on Kurama sexually, and more from him forcing Kurama to be his mate. Anon would very much appreciate the lack of strong seme/uke or gender stereotypes (as in implying that Kurama really is feminine and mommy material), if possible and more humorous and sexy tone than dark or angsty.
Bonus points for how creative anon can get with the rules and consequences of the mating ritual.
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September 23 2010, 07:40:26 UTC 1 year ago
Re: Yomi/Kurama
*marks this prompt as mine* I hope OP doesn't mind the eventual forming of a rather dysfunctional family dynamic. (Or longfic. I have kind of an epic idea.) Rest assured, I don't believe in seme/uke stereotypes. :DAnonymous
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September 23 2010, 12:59:16 UTC 1 year ago
Yusuke/Kurama
Kurama attempts to prove to Yusuke that liking pretty things isn't so terribly bad. Jewelry, silk sheets, sex 'til they pass out. That kind of thing.Bonus for description of Kurama decked out like an ancient idol, dripping in heirloom (stolen, natch) gems.
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September 24 2010, 12:09:47 UTC 1 year ago
Indulgence 1/2
Anon sucks for making it shortIt had started off a friendly disagreement. Really kind of silly, but Kurama hated to lose for any reason. He was bound and determined to prove his point to Yusuke, regardless of the lengths he had to go to.
He left a message for Yusuke to meet him in the park, that there would be further clues once he got there.
Setting off early, Kurama couldn’t keep the smile off his lips as he imagined what would come. His mind turned that to ‘who would come’ and added ‘how many times’ and ‘how many ways’ to the equation, which caused his tongue to dart out and lick his lips. Yes, there would be a lot of that, too, he decided as the feel of his tongue made him almost moan.
He forced himself to concentrate, though. There were things to prepare to make this experience everything he wanted it to be.
Yusuke frowned at the message. Why would Kurama want to meet him in the park? What was there, anyways? He knew the kitsune was obsessed with his crazy notions that sex could somehow be better than it was, which he didn’t believe. Seriously, how could sex get any better than a stunning redhead who loved to suck cock and then would alternately ride that cock or have Yusuke ride his (which wasn’t to say Yusuke didn’t like sucking Kurama’s cock, but he really cared more about when Kurama sucked his. Fucking, he liked anyway he got it.). What more could there be? Even if the fox did insist that there was more.
When he arrived at the park, there were definitely clues, not that anyone else could see them. More precisely, no one else understood them. Everyone could see the result of Kurama’s clues. Suffice it to say, it was a very friendly afternoon in the park for everyone. It also wasn’t hard to follow the degree of friendliness to its peak, as it were. He had to stop and stare a moment. People really did that in public? Or at all?
He shook his head, catching sight of a cave entrance as he did. It…was there a cave there before? He wondered. No, there was something unnatural about it…it glittered in the sunlight. Did plants do that? Probably something only Kurama’s plants did.
He walked in, naively trusting…until the plants closed behind him. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuckfuckfuck that damn fucking kitsune. He tried to turn around, but the plants had other ideas. “This better be good, Kurama,” he said aloud ad he turned to move the only way he could. A laugh, one colored with lust, floated down the hall at him. It was good to know Kurama was in a good mood, he thought sourly.
That thought vanished when he saw Kurama, though. His clothing, if the term really applied, was sheer, leaving little to the imagination but somehow enhancing everything it revealed, like it was designed to hilight things other clothes were designed to hide. Gathered at the shoulders with jeweled clasps, the fabric flowed down to the ground, pooling around Kurama’s feet. Jewels decorated the neckline and the wide, golden belt around his waist. Was it possible to make fabric out of gold? If it was, Kurama would have stolen it, Yusuke managed to answer himself. His eyes continued down. Folds of sheerness, probably silk, knowing that fox, obscured his groin but the side of one leg was revealed, milky smooth skin next to sheer white silk. Which one was smoother, more supple? Golden thread picked out a pattern along the split and around the hem.
Fabric whispered obscene secrets as Kurama walked over to Yusuke. “I believe you said indulgences were pointless,” he purred, his hands reaching out to caress Yusuke’s arms. He stepped back, though, when Yusuke reached out for him. “You see, Yusuke, I have plans,” he laughed, gesturing around the room.
There was a lot to take in. A bed, piled high with cushions and pillows (with only the gods and a perverted kitsune knowing what was hidden in those piles of things), on the wall…seriously? did the kitsune really think…though, chaining Kurama to the wall had some merit…thick rugs on the floor. It was opulence everywhere he looked.
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