Fire
in the Stone
By Kuwabara no Miko
<knm@kuwamiko.com>
"I
can't believe this crap!" Yuusuke snarled, slamming
his fist into the stone wall. Small cracks radiated outward
from the blow, but it did nothing to ease his temper. Kurama
grimaced in sympathy, though he was less violent than his
friend. They were both in a fix, that was for sure. The
mission -- a simple one Koenma had hardly needed the entire
team for -- had been going well, until, through the worst
of luck, Yuusuke and Kurama had been captured.
"It
wasn't our fault!" Yuusuke snapped at Kurama, as though
the other boy might disagree.
Kurama
merely shrugged and sat on the bed. They still had no idea
who their captor was. They'd been painfully taken down,
and dragged off to this dark Keep, then tossed in a sturdy
dungeon cell. There were no windows and only one door. There
was no furniture except the bed, which was stone, set into
the floor, though there was a soft mattress and a few sheets
on it. Nothing that could be used as a tool or a weapon.
No possibility of escape.
"The
others will come for us," Kurama said mildly, unbuttoning
his shirt and tearing a strip from the hem. "Come here;
let me see that wound."
"Eh?"
Yuusuke glanced at the deep scratch running along one bicep.
"Aw, it's nothin'." He resumed glaring at the
door, as though it might open from the sheer force of his
will.
Kurama
sighed and stood, crossing and examining the cut. It was
nasty and messy, but was already healing. Still, he wrapped
it up carefully, not too tight, and not too loose.
"Arigatou,"
Yuusuke said absently, grimacing as he tried the bandage.
Kurama opened his mouth to speak, but just then the door
opened.
Yuusuke
tensed, but Kurama held him back. He recognized the small,
slim figure in the doorway, and he could feel the surge
of you-ki that suddenly filled the room.
"Hikaru...."
"Konnichi
wa, Kurama-kun," a soft voice spoke.
Kurama
snarled slightly. "Don't think you'll get away with
this."
The
small youkai took a step into the cell, feigning a bored
yawn behind a slim hand. Yuusuke couldn't tell if the youkai
was male or female. It had long white hair, flowing, gauzy
robes over a slender body, a pretty face.... Overall the
impression was of a female, but after being friends with
Kurama for so long, and having had to deal with so many
youkai of
"That
threat might have frightened me..." the voice was completely
androgynous as well, "...before you trapped yourself
in that ningen body."
The youkai smiled, with not a hint of warmth to back up
the expression, silver eyes gleaming. "What *were*
you thinking, koibito? It's pretty, yes, but a ningen?!"
Yuusuke
flashed Hikaru the bird as the youkai cast him a scornful
look.
"Don't call me that!" Kurama snapped. Yuusuke
blinked at him in surprise.
He'd almost never seen Kurama actually, visibly angry before.
But he could feel the slim hand still on his arm trembling
slightly with tension, and Kurama looked *pissed*.
"Oi, Kurama! What's going on here?" he queried,
scowling.
"Stay
out of it, Yuusuke," Kurama snapped, trying to push
Yuusuke behind him. The younger boy, of course, refused
to budge.
"No
way! This concerns me too! Let's go kick some butt!"
He sneered over at the amused youkai.
Hikaru
raised a feathery brow. "Can't you keep your pet under
control, Kurama-koibito?" The youkai shook back long
white locks. "Honestly. I always knew you had bad taste,
but this...."
Kurama
laughed shortly, without humor. "Turning you down wasn't
bad taste. It was merely sanity!"
"PET?!"
Yuusuke was incensed.
"Quiet,"
Kurama hissed.
Hikaru's
pale eyes focused on Yuusuke's face, for the first time
actually *looking* at the fuming Reikai Tantei. "Oooh!"
Pink lips pursed. "Perhaps I was wrong, koibito. Not
bad. Very pretty, indeed."
Kurama
almost smiled as Yuusuke sputtered over being called "pretty",
but this wasn't any time to let his guard down. "We're
just friends."
"Really?
Pity. Well, I'll have to see what I can do about that."
"Nani?!"
Kurama jerked in shock.
Hikaru
smirked wickedly and flicked a hand. A small ball of white
light left the thin fingertips, and zipped unerringly to
Yuusuke. Before Kurama could even move, it had hit Yuusuke
in the chest and been absorbed into his body. With a yelp,
Yuusuke fell over on his rump.
"What
was that?" Kurama grated, spinning to glare at Hikaru.
"You'll
find out." The youkai blew a kiss, then turned to leave.
"Have fun, koibito."
"Shit!"
Kurama cursed as the heavy door slammed shut. Then he turned
to Yuusuke, who was sitting where he had fallen, prodding
carefully at his chest, a confused look on his face.
"I
don't feel anything..." he muttered, frowning. "Oi,
Kurama! What'd that creep do to me?"
Kurama
sighed as he bent and helped Yuusuke to his feet. Yuusuke
staggered suddenly, and Kurama steered him toward the bed,
where they both landed heavily in a tangled sprawl.
"My
knees don't wanna work," Yuusuke said anxiously as
Kurama attempted to untangle them both without hurting either
one. "And my stomach feels... weird...."
Kurama
grimaced. "Hikaru's specialty is lust spells,"
he reported softly, hoping Yuusuke wouldn't take it too
badly.
"WHAT?!?!?!"
Kurama
winced as Yuusuke screamed in his ear.
"That
might not have been what it was," he hastened to say.
Though from Hikaru's snide comments, he had the sinking
feeling it had been nothing else.
"Shitshitshitshit!"
Yuusuke squirmed out from under Kurama, moving to crouch
up against the wall. "That's not good. This is not
good. Do you hear me, Kurama? This is NOT GOOD!"
"You're
yelling," Kurama said mildly.
"DAMN
RIGHT I'M YELLING!" Yuusuke yelled. "DON'T YOU
THINK I HAVE A GOOD REASON TO YELL?!"
Kurama
sighed. "Maybe the others will come to rescue us and
kill Hikaru. Then the spell will be lifted."
"Shitshitshitshit...."
Yuusuke muttered to himself, clutching his knees against
his chest.
"Well,
look at it this way, Yuusuke." Kurama cast Yuusuke
an impish glance out of the corner of his eye. "You
could be locked in here with Kuwabara-kun."
Yuusuke's
jaw dropped as he stared at Kurama in shock. Then he suddenly
burst into wild laughter that was only slightly hysterical.
"Shit, yeah, you're right!"
Kurama
crawled up to sit on the bed near Yuusuke, though not close
enough to touch. "It'll be all right, Yuusuke. Whatever
happens, I'm here for you."
Yuusuke
gave his friend a sidelong look. "Do you mean that
the way it sounds?" he asked suspiciously.
Kurama
gave him a bright smile that was only slightly forced. "Yes.
Trust me, Yuusuke, I know the pain of fighting a spell like
that. You may think nothing could be more disgusting, but
I'm willing to bet in an hour or less, you'll have changed
your mind. Hikaru's nothing if not thorough."
Yuusuke
blinked at the old pain in Kurama's voice, but decided pursuing
the matter would be a bad idea. "Isn't there any way
to break the spell?" he asked plaintively.
Kurama
shook his head. "As I said, if the others find us and
kill Hikaru.... Otherwise you'll just have to let it run
its course, work its way... uh, out, through your... er,
system. If you know what I mean."
"Aw,
man....."
***** Yuusuke actually lasted two and a half hours. Though
Kurama should not have been surprised, knowing his friend's
amazing resilience. But eventually Hikaru's spell had him
curled in a ball on the bed, clutching the sheets, his teeth
gritted.
Kurama
sat carefully beside Yuusuke, stroking his sweaty hair back
from his forehead. He knew full well the effect his touch
was having on Yuusuke's control, but it was now beyond the
point of mere inconvenience, and soon the spell would start
doing actual damage to Yuusuke's mind and body.
"Yuusuke,
please, you have to let it go...."
"I
can't," Yuusuke groaned, struggling to move away from
Kurama's hand. Somehow, though he found he had sat up and
was moving closer to the other boy. "Kurama, I can't.
You're.... I'm...."
Kurama
bit his lip. He hated to see his friends suffer, and he
owed Yuusuke more than he could ever repay. There was no
way Yuusuke was going to be able to make the first move,
so it was up to him. Perhaps this might go a ways toward
filling the debt....
Grasping
Yuusuke's face softly between his hands, he leaned forward
and very lightly pressed his lips to the flushed boy's.
Not kissing, just holding his mouth over Yuusuke's.
"Ku...ra...ma..."
Yuusuke whispered against the bracing warmth of Kurama's
lips.
"Let it go, Yuusuke," Kurama murmured in reply,
stroking the feverhot line of Yuusuke's cheek with gentle,
soothing fingers. "I'm here for you."
"But...."
Yuusuke closed his eyes, trying to resist the insistent
tugging deep in his belly. Kurama was his friend. He couldn't
just....
"Relax." Kurama pressed his lips more fully against
Yuusuke's, so that Yuusuke could feel him smiling. "I
*have* done this before. I'll help you."
"Help... me...."
Yuusuke
was defenseless against the storm of passion sweeping through
him, unused to the working of desire in his body. All his
world was Kurama's warmth, the heat of his nearness swirling
around the enspelled boy, embracing his feverish senses.
He buried his face against the crook of Kurama's neck, drawing
a shuddering breath, still battling. Kurama smelled clean
and fresh, like roses and fresh-cut grass, but with an underlying
muskiness that spoke of more primal things, of rich, deep
passion hidden beneath the surface. Without his willing
it, Yuusuke's mouth opened to taste the flesh beneath his
lips, the salt of sweat spreading over his tongue, inflaming
his already heightened senses. Kurama's arms were strong
and firm about his trembling body, his face resting in Yuusuke's
damp hair.
"It's
all right.... It's all right...." Kurama repeated the
words soothingly, his hands resting passively against Yuusuke's
back, not demanding, but undeniably there. "You can't
fight it, Yuusuke. It'll only hurt you if you fight."
"But...."
Yuusuke could feel tears pricking his eyes and he kept them
tightly closed, hiding his face against Kurama's shoulder.
This just wasn't right, no matter what his instincts were
screaming at him.
"Hush,
Yuusuke." Kurama nuzzled his cheek, pulling his closer.
"I told you, it's all right. I understand. Keiko would
understand if she knew, but she won't know, because I won't
tell her, and I doubt you will."
A
sound halfway between a laugh and a sob was wrenched from
Yuusuke's throat. But Kurama was right, and there was no
use in trying to deny the fire blazing through his veins.
The spell had been crafted far too well to be resisted by
will-power alone.
Suddenly
he pressed Kurama back against the mattress, coming over
top of his startled friend, his lips urgent against Kurama's.
He was inexperienced in even this simplest of joinings,
but what he lacked in expertise, he more than made up for
in enthusiasm. He asked and Kurama gave, tempering the kiss
until it became more tender, a thing of sensation rather
than raw force. Kurama wrapped long arms around Yuusuke,
fingers twining in the short hair at the back of Yuusuke's
neck as he taught the younger boy how to kiss properly.
Yuusuke
stiffened as Kurama's tongue slid smoothly between his parted
lips, then answered with equal passion, thrusting his tongue
against Kurama's as though engaged in another battle. His
hands roamed over Kurama's bare chest. Somehow the feeling
of naked flesh beneath his heated hands, the smooth satin
of skin over hard muscles, kindled the flames higher, pushed
his desire past what he thought he could bear.
Almost
accidentally his hips slid between Kurama's thighs, dragging
a gasp from his friend as the heated hardness of his arousal
pressed against Kurama's own groin. Yuusuke let out a nearly
keening cry, an unbearable fire suddenly ignited. He'd tried
to fight the spell too long. Now things were beyond his
control. His hungry mouth went to the soft flesh of Kurama's
neck, his breath coming in short gasps as he thrust quick
and hard against Kurama, rubbing against him through both
their pants. Kurama merely held him, trying to brace him,
as he moved swiftly, violently toward climax, great fistfuls
of the sheets gripped in his hands, his teeth sinking deeply
into the joining of Kurama's neck and shoulder.
Kurama gave a startled yelp, his fingertips digging into
Yuusuke's arms in surprise, but he didn't object. Instead
he hooked a leg over Yuusuke's, drawing their crotches closer
together, giving Yuusuke more to work against. "Come
on, Yuusuke," he breathed in his friend's ear, his
hands running down the sweat-streaked muscles of his back
to clasp Yuusuke's denim clad buttocks firmly. "Do
it already!"
Yuusuke
shuddered as the world condensed even more. There was nothing
he'd ever felt before to compare to the molten fire burning
in that one spot between his legs. The flames were building
higher and hotter, and he felt he couldn't bear anymore,
and Kurama drove his hips upward and clenched his legs tightly
about Yuusuke's, and with a few last jerking thrusts, the
flames consumed him, exploding through his body and burning
away everything except pure experience. He rode the rush
and roar of the firestorm, crashed through into something
he had only glimpsed before, a lifetime of sensations rolled
into a few instants, with an intensity so condensed it was
painful.
When
Yuusuke came back to himself a moment later, he was lying
cradled in Kurama's arms, panting for breath and covered
in sweat, heat radiating off his body.
"Kurama?"
he croaked, wondering just what in the hell had happened
to him. Well, he knew, damn well, but.... Hell, touching
himself had never been like what he'd just experienced!
"You
didn't even manage to get your pants off," Kurama said,
sounding as though he was laughing, though there was a breathless
quality to his voice, and Yuusuke thought he could feel
the hands against his back trembling slightly.
"Eh?"
He shifted, then glanced down. "Euw!" Kurama was
right; his jeans were a mess!
That
wasn't all he noticed, however. A sharp curl of renewed
desire grasped his groin as he saw that Kurama was not at
all unaffected by what had just occurred. True, his friend
had no spell running havoc through his veins, but Yuusuke
figured it would take a sterner soul than Kurama possessed
to remain cold through all that. Especially considering
what a sensual creature Kurama was at all times.
"Kurama,"
he husked, recapturing the other boy's lips before he could
reply, his hand sliding down to caress the clear evidence
of Kurama's participation in this unforeseen tryst.
Kurama
exclaimed against Yuusuke's mouth and grasped Yuusuke's
wrist with a hard grip. "Iie," he gasped out,
pulling his face back from Yuusuke's. "Not like that,
Yuusuke. Not yet. I... I don't have a spell to keep me going
like you do. We can't waste this."
"Mm...."
Yuusuke was barely listening as he bent to lave the wound
he'd made in the smooth flesh of Kurama's neck earlier.
He allowed Kurama to move his hand upwards, and toyed with
the tiny pebbled nipples on Kurama's smooth chest as Kurama
swiftly undressed them both.
"Hmm...."
He sighed in pleasure as he stretched his body closely against
Kurama's. Oh, yes. Bare flesh against bare flesh felt better
than anything yet! He pressed closer, one hand cupping the
back of Kurama's head, the other tightening over one firm
buttock, as he recaptured Kurama's mouth and moved slowly
against Kurama. He kissed softly, deeply, as the warm waves
swept over him from the contact of Kurama's lean body against
his own.
"Yuusuke,"
Kurama whispered, breaking free and trailing light kisses
down Yuusuke's throat, a path of fire that danced along
his nerve endings. Yuusuke tangled his fingers in the long,
silken scarlet hair, content for the moment to let Kurama
touch him, to see what other sensations his friend could
draw from his eager body.
He
gasped in surprise, then arched upward into Kurama's mouth
as it closed hot and demanding over one nipple. Yuusuke
had thought only girls enjoyed this sort of thing, before.
He was now being proved most delightfully wrong. He tightened
his grip on Kurama's hair almost painfully as the older
boy suckled at the tender upthrust of flesh, then tracked
a hot, wet tongue over to the other to repeat the process.
"Kurama--" he groaned, his voice strangled in
his throat.
He
could feel Kurama smile against his chest, then the other
boy moved his heated kisses further downward, his lips and
tongue swirling over taut muscles, tasting the sweat that
trickled down Yuusuke's midsection.
"Shit...
Kurama...." Yuusuke managed as Kurama paused at his
belly button. It was almost too ticklish to bear, and yet,
he knew he wanted more. Kurama was getting closer.... Closer
to the throbbing ache situated at the juncture of his thighs,
where his erection was once more burning its way into his
senses. "Shit!" He arched up, trying to bring
something, anything, any part of Kurama in contact with
that one concentration of need. But Kurama knew too well
what he was doing, and he slipped quickly down between Yuusuke's
legs, leaving him straining against nothing as he dropped
kisses up one tight thigh, soft fingers stroking the other
soothingly.
Yuusuke
refused to be soothed. The spell was burning him up again,
and he was ready to just grab Kurama and... and.... He wasn't
sure, but he was on the verge of whatever it was!
Then
he cried out and arched against the tangled, sweaty sheets
as Kurama firmly nuzzled his tightened scrotum. His breath
sobbed in his chest, his eyes shut and his face drawn as
Kurama spent a moment or two there. Then he simply couldn't
breathe, his entire body locked, as Kurama licked his way
slowly up the length of his painfully hard erection.
Kurama
evidently decided to take pity on the other boy as he engulfed
Yuusuke's throbbing penis in his hot mouth with a skill
Yuusuke wasn't aware of, but was well able to appreciate.
Yuusuke
nearly screamed, his body convulsing, his legs wrapping
tightly about Kurama's chest as Kurama began working the
hard flesh with an adept tongue and ready throat. There
was almost too much pleasure, a never-ending flood of sensation,
crashing over Yuusuke and threatening to sweep him away
in the rush. He struggled to contain the feelings that overtook
his conscious mind, but in the end he gave in to the need
and became a thing of pure reaction, as his hips thrust
helplessly, his body straining against Kurama.
Now
Kurama pulled away, and Yuusuke would have been ready to
kill him for that, if he'd still had any control over his
body. He growled out something that might have been a curse,
or might have been a plea, or maybe both. Whatever it had
been, Kurama understood the need backing it, and he slithered
quickly up to embrace Yuusuke tightly.
"It's
all right," he breathed once more, though his own voice
was choked and husky with desire. He kissed Yuusuke fiercely,
and Yuusuke could taste his own seed on Kurama's lips. It
was bitter, yet strangely arousing, not that he needed any
more of that. "It's all right. It's just time."
"Time--?"
Yuusuke managed to get out, though words seemed almost beyond
the grasp of his mind, much less his mouth. He thrust against
Kurama's smooth thigh, trying to find the release he so
desperately needed. "Here." Kurama threw a leg
over Yuusuke's hip and guided his hard, saliva-wet member
to his opening. "Here, Yuusuke."
Yuusuke
didn't pause to consider. He grasped Kurama's shoulders
and pressed his face into his neck as he pushed quickly,
almost violently inside Kurama's unprepared body. Kurama
let out a small cry of pain, but only held Yuusuke more
tightly, trying to offer what support he could as the last
traces of Yuusuke's control were burned away in the fire
raging through his body and mind.
Yuusuke
rolled over on top of Kurama, thrusting hard and fast, his
breath coming in tight panting grunts as he drew closer
to that sweet release. Desire thundered through his body,
pulsing with the mad beating of his heart, filling his veins
with that building intensity once more, but somehow a hundredfold
now, now that he was sheathed within Kurama's sweet body.
Kurama
clutched Yuusuke closer, his legs wrapped about Yuusuke's
hips, pleasure beating out the pain as his own erection
was trapped between his body and Yuusuke's, friction applied
as Yuusuke rocked within him. He moaned softly, tears streaming
from the corners of his eyes, joining the sheen of sweat
covering his beautiful, flushed face.
With
a sharp little cry, Kurama shuddered against Yuusuke, his
seed pumping forth to splatter hot over their stomachs,
mingling with the perspiration that had pooled there.
Yuusuke
climaxed a moment later, twisting his hips as he gave a
last few hard thrusts, then stilled. Wild, raw passion sang
through his taut muscles and focused in the joining between
himself and Kurama as he cried out loudly from the sheer
sensation. The world shattered into blinding white light,
and he collapsed against Kurama, his energy spent, his mind
reeling, his body purged of the last lingering effects of
the spell.
And
then he fell into darkness, a deep, exhausted slumber.
*****
"Yuusuke! Yuusuke, wake up!"
"Aw,
'Kaasan.... J'st a few more minutes...."
Yuusuke
moved to pull the pillow over his head, then discovered
there wasn't one. He blinked his eyes open and glared at
Kurama as his friend laughed lightly.
"What's
so funny?" he growled, sitting up. Then... "Oh,
SHIT!"
Kurama
winced. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, neatly dressed,
his shirt tucked in to hide the torn hem. His hair was a
little mussed and his cheeks were flushed, but otherwise
he looked perfectly normal.
The
same could not be said for Yuusuke. Under the light sheets
clinging to his sweat-sticky body, he was buck naked.
"Kurama..."
Yuusuke began, blushing furiously, not sure what he was
going to say.
"Here."
Kurama lifted Yuusuke's clothes, neatly folded, off his
lap. "The others should be here any time. Better get
dressed."
Yuusuke
yelped and jumped up, dragging on his clothing as quickly
as he could. All thoughts flew out of his head in the face
of the urgency Kurama's words had called up. No *way* was
he gonna let Kuwabara see him in such an embarrassing situation!
He
grimaced in disgust at the feeling of his jeans as he zipped
them up, but there was really no choice. Not that it wasn't
clearly evident what had happened, from his matted hair
and the sweat dried on his body.... Pheuw! He needed a shower,
badly!
Once
he was clothed, he felt a lot better; more in control. He
plopped down on the bed next to Kurama, who was sitting
quietly, gazing down at his clasped hands. He'd better talk
now, while they waited for their friends, because he wasn't
sure he'd have the guts to later.
"So
level with me, Kurama. Is Hiei gonna be out for my blood?"
"What?!"
Kurama's head jerked up, his eyes wide. Evidently he hadn't
been expecting anything of that nature.
Yuusuke
grinned cheekily, though with an underlying seriousness
he was doing his best to smooth over. "Well, you know.
We just.... er.... I know Keiko's never gonna find out,
and Kuwabara probably wouldn't get it even if he'd been
here watching, but Hiei's gonna walk in here and know in
an instant what... uh... happened."
He'd
gotten the words out in a rush, blushing furiously. It helped
a little to see Kurama's cheeks were equally pink, but he
was still incredibly uncomfortable with the situation.
"I
don't... I don't see where Hiei has any reason to object..."
Kurama said softly, his head lowered, his long scarlet hair
falling to mask his face.
"Ne?"
Yuusuke blinked. "Aren't you two, like...." Kurama
gave a small utterance, sounding embarrassed. "Not...."
"Not yet?" Yuusuke hazarded.
Kurama
nodded, still not lifting his head.
"Shit.
I hope this won't mess nothin' up." Yuusuke chewed
his lip, worrying over the idea for a moment.
"Yuusuke...?"
"Eh?"
Kurama sounded hesitant, almost shy. Something Yuusuke wasn't
used to hearing.
"Are
you... are you angry at me? For... for...."
"For
what?" Yuusuke asked, his usually brash voice strangely
gentle. He moved forward, grasping Kurama's arm as the older
boy looked up, almost reluctantly. "You did what you
had to do, Kurama. Shit, I'm the one who was a jerk."
Yuusuke scowled, tugging at Kurama's collar to reveal the
spreading bruises in the pale flesh. "I hurt ya...
more'n once," he growled, wincing at the memory.
Kurama
smiled and patted Yuusuke's hand. "It was the spell,
Yuusuke, not you." He turned his face away, looking
toward the door. "Besides, I've been hurt worse in
the past. Much worse."
"Kurama...."
"And...
you're a friend." Kurama turned back to smile brilliantly,
sincerely, at Yuusuke, the darkness lifting from his eyes.
"You've no idea how rare that is."
"Ah."
Yuusuke gave Kurama a long steady look. "But...."
"But
this never happened." Kurama smiled again, a little
sadly, but with real amusement. "As far as we're concerned,
nothing happened, ne, Yuusuke?"
"Hai!"
Yuusuke nodded, feeling greatly relieved that Kurama understood.
There
was just too much at stake. His relationship with Keiko,
as rocky as it was.... His friendship with Kurama, which
was too important to him to risk tainting with bad feelings....
And he was still scared that Hiei might try to spit him
on that sword of his!
Not
to mention, Kuwabara'd never let him hear the end of it
if he found out....
They
jumped up as the door grated inward. Yuusuke could sense
the other two Urameshi Team members on the other side, and
tried vainly to slick his hair back, hoping to the gods
the stain on his jeans wasn't too obvious. He noticed Kurama
similarly straightening his clothing next to him.
"Iku
zo!" he grinned, calling forth an answering smile on
Kurama's face.
"Ah!"
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