Crossing the river
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yuu yuu hakusho is copyright yoshihiro togashi-sensei and all applicable others. i do not own this fiction, as it is a derivative work. but still, please respect my "creativity" and don't steal this for your own gain.
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You know, last night was both the greatest and worst night of my life. And that's saying a hell of a lot, considering the fact that I'm three months shy of my one-thousand, two-hundred and forty-third birthday. Sure, you may argue, that it's still freshest in my mind. I suppose you're right. But I'll tell you, and let you decide.
It was like any ordinary night. We, Kurama and I, I mean, were home relaxing after a spare-change run, and I had looked up to see him staring at me, practically undressing me with his eyes. That in itself if far from extraordinary, but there was a kind of raw hunger present, something more or simply stronger than his usual insatiable youko lust. They're the damndest creatures, never-tiring and they like to pounce on you at the most *inappropriate* times... anyway, I'm getting off-topic.
Anyway, Kurama was eyeing me like a sword of solid saolite, slowly drawing his eyes up my body. I should have been outraged, you say? Then, my friend, you have obviously never been eyed by a youko, Youko Kurama in particular, or any creature worth compare. When someone like *that* looks you up and down, your first instinct is to drag them over to the nearest serviceable place and allow them to have their delightful way with you. Believe you me, getting coy and upset is the *furthest* thing from your mind.
When his eyes reached mine, he simply smiled in that wordlessly sexy manner of his, and licked his lips in the most incredibly enticing "come-hither" gesture one can imagine. Okay, so I was biased by the fact that I hadn't touched the beautiful creature in almost fifty hours. Can you honestly blame me?
I'm never going to get to the point if I keep losing focus like this. Kind of ironic, because I'm supposed to be the more level-headed of us two...
His lips were on mine before I could blink, and our hands were all over each-other. I can't remember whether he moved first or I did... I think he must've, because I had been sitting on the edge of our bed and that's where we ended up. That detail probably doesn't matter in the scheme of things, though... at least, I don't believe it does. I wonder if he orchestrated the thing, or it was just spur of the moment that he brought it up... What up? I'll get to that in a minute. I'm getting ahead of myself again. I know I'm running out of time, and I'm getting nervous.
Kurama... it was like we'd never been together before, or rather, not in centuries. He was so hot, so frantic, that he ripped the straps off my shirt, something I was to yell at him for later. I kind of feel bad about it now... well, not quite. He *did* deserve it, it was all in good fun, and he managed to finagle his way into bed with me again. I've really got to stay on track; I'm losing time... anyway, the sex was great. Better than great. Better than that, all six times I climaxed. But it's not the sex that's so important, rather, what came after it. We were lying there, still tangled together. He was on top and for once I didn't mind, though usually I insist on topping because I tend to flex my wings when I lose control, and having them crushed under several hundred pounds of youkai isn't exactly a pleasant experience. But I was entirely at his mercy last night, and loving every minute of it.
He was still kissing and mouthing energetically around my neck and jaw, but we were pretty much in the "afterglow" stage of things.
"Kuronue?" he said.
"Mmph?" I muttered. Hey, after sex that good, I don't
have to be vocal. Usually he talks his head off and I just nod...
off, usually.
"Gotta question to ask ya." At least, that's what it
sounded like with his mouth nibbling my collarbone. And his hands
roaming around.
"Yeah?" I was still floating around in Kuronue's Happy
Place, so I wasn't really paying attention.
"A *serious* question," he continued.
"I can detect your seriousness," I replied. Maybe not
really appropriate to the situation, but I didn't know he was
*really* serious.
He removed his hands, and looked me straight in the face.
"What would you say if I asked you to bondmate?"
I blinked. I blinked again. I blinked several times. "With
you?" was all I was able to get out. Bravo, Kuronue. Wasn't
that such an intelligent thing to say? I really wish I could go
back and change things.
"No, with that cyberbitch Mukuro. Of course I meant me!
Forget it," he said, irritated.
"You were serious?" I swear, I'm usually quicker on the
uptake than this. But how would *you* react if your best friend
suddenly asked your opinion on bondmating with him?
"No, I ask every Lunedei. Gotta keep in practice, you know.
Just in case someone says yes," he said, plastering on a
rakish grin.
"Cut the crap, Kurama. Were you seriously asking me
to--" I started.
His smile faded somewhat. "Yeah."
"Shit," I breathed.
"You don't usually swear, Passion," he noted, using his
nickname for me.
"You don't usually ask me to bondmate with you, Lust,"
I returned in kind.
His smile widened. "True."
He leaned in to kiss me. I pushed him away, swatting at his
wandering hands. "Where the hell did this come from,
Kurama?" I asked.
He dropped his eyes. "I don't know. Idea's been bouncing
around for awhile."
"Why?" I asked.
"I don't know. I want you, I need you, I love you, we
compliment each other, you're the one person I can picture
spending the rest of my life with, I don't know."
"Love..." I whispered. "Did you say you--"
"Yeah. I love you." His face was still frozen in that
nervous grin.
"How long?" I demanded. God, it hurts going over this.
You think I wouldn'tve been so insensitive.
"Years. Eight, nine, I can't remember now." He chuckled
slightly.
"And you never--"
"Never told you, yeah. Guess I should've kept my mouth shut,
huh? Just forget I said anything," he said.
"Kurama--" I tried.
"Shut up. I'm horny as hell. C'mon."
With that, he proceeded to kiss me, silencing any further protest on my part. I let myself be distracted away from it, and so we didn't mention it when we got up this morning. And neither of us mentioned it when we set out to get the Golden Mirror. And neither of us mentioned it when those damned youkai drove the bamboo through my body.
He turned to come help me, but I screamed at him to go. "My fault, my mess! Just GO, you damn fox!" He had a somewhat hurt expression on his face, but he left. God, I hope he got away. I don't want him to lose his life as well. So that's it, I suppose. I think my body's completely dead, now. I just wanted to tell you; I know you're only supposed to take my spirit away, but I didn't want to die without talking to *someone* about it. I mean, I love him back, God knows I do. Did. I suppose that now I'm dead, I don't count anymore... oh well. What I mean is, I screwed up. I froze, I was in shock, really, and I wish desperately I could fix things. I was wondering if I could send him a dream or something? I hate the idea of departing before I tell him...
.... yes, that's alright... I wasn't really expecting to be able to anyway. I just needed to talk to someone. Thanks for listening. I suppose I'm ready to go now. Is that oar safe?
~owari~
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I wrote this the night I finished my web-page. I had insomnia, and was listening to the Batman Forever soundtrack, which is really quite good, although the movie's crap. It was a flash of divine inspiration, as the pen didn't leave the paper. It's my favourite of my little ficcies so far.
Once again I was titleless, but I went by the method I used the last several times: song title. I picked up the CD case, hoping to get inspired, and I did: "Crossing the River," by The Devlins. The song doesn't really apply, but I like to think the title fits.
Thank you for reading!
Kuronue no Miko
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