Scattered Pages and Blood-Ink

Title: Intoxicated
Pairing: YoukoxKuronue
Rating: NC-17 (or R18+ depending on the country you’re in.)
Warnings: Crossdressing and stilettos.
Summary: Kuronue still didn’t understand what the hell this was.
Notes: My narrative is a little different in these Seeking Heat things. I quite like it. It suits Kuronue.

This is the sequel to Seeking Heat.



Ah, yes. The term ‘dating’ brings pleasant thoughts of stable relationships, chocolate, picket fences and no more nights spent alone, whacking off to pictures of men (or, women, if one were so inclined) bound up so beautifully he was sure that their skin would have marks on them for hours if not a full day afterward.

Or, maybe that was just Kuronue.

…

His nights hadn’t really changed now that he had a boyfriend either, really. He had someone beside him on the couch this time instead of indulging in the pleasures of the flesh, presented to him through his humble TV screen, alone.

Although, the term ‘boyfriend’ didn’t really seem accurate. He couldn’t use ‘friends with benefits’ because, well, they weren’t friends. They barely got along, barely knew each other. ‘Fuck-buddy’ was close, but still didn’t seem to fit. They were more than that.

He’d been on talking (and fucking) terms with Youko for what, maybe a few months?

Kuronue still didn’t understand him.

He turned something awkward into something that was beautiful, something that he quickly became addicted to. Youko’s touch was the sweetest of all ambrosias, and yet his mood was foul enough to rival Kuronue’s own sometimes. The two fit like a puzzle and yet neither of them seemed to want to acknowledge the fact. They fucked because they fucked, and they talked because it was considered civil, and yet they spent more and more time around each other not fucking and confusing themselves even more.

Kuronue supposed that the usual solution to such a problem would be to talk about it, but he’d tried and the facts had only been stated and then repeated when he asked more questions. Youko wanted his body, which entailed everything that came along with it. Whether he was faithful to Kuronue, he didn’t know, nor really care. He wasn’t the jealous type nor was he sure if this was one of those open relationships.

There wasn’t a breakdown in communication; there was never any to begin with.

Oh, sure, their bodies did a fair amount of talking though.

Simply put, for Kuronue to understand what the fuck was going on here, he had to boil down the facts:

He was in a physical relationship with Youko Kurama. Who, before last week, he was pretty sure he had a fair amount of distaste for. He was a literal whore, probably spent most of his time at the house down the street fucking other guys and girls for money rather than going to school (not that it mattered about his grades, he was probably fucking the teachers too).

Neither of them seemed to understand the relationship. Other than the fact that the sex was good, better than most. Which was strange. It might have been compatible fetishes or something but, fuck, Kuronue had no clue why the hell sex with Youko was so much more interesting.

And- oh, he had to cut it short right here. His internal rambling was becoming something of a distraction.

Youko was really close to cuming.

As in: clutching the arm of the plush couch with a white-knuckled grip and making delicious keening wails in his frustration.

Really pretty, in Kuronue’s opinion.

With his head thrown back and spine arched, his hips fighting against Kuronue’s arms that held him down, one of his heels digging into the back of the couch, threatening to slip between the cushions, the other on the floor. Now normally, Kuronue wouldn’t care so much about Youko’s feet, but right now they were more or less his central focus, other than the fingers he had deep inside Youko and the cock in his mouth of course.

His mother’s red stilettos were good for something at least.

The couch wasn’t the best place for fucking, or not-fucking, but he hadn’t been able to make it much further than the hallway at the site of Youko in a perfect little mini-skirt and a shirt that showed off his obviously flat chest. He’d thrown him against the wall and promised to have him screaming his name all night, come hell or high water.

They’d been like this for quite a while; Kuronue would estimate… fuck it he didn’t know. It was long enough to drive Youko crazy though. He had ties and stuff in his room but, well, as appealing as a Youko sex slave was, he really could bear to leave him right now.

Not when his knee was raised up high and the other placed so daintily on the floor beside them, legs spread like a slut, grasping the arm of the couch for dear fucking life, face flushed, chest heaving, moaning repetitively : “Oh, oh, oh.”

Kuronue really wished that he had a camera or something so he could take a photo because Youko looked… just -- looked…

Fucking sexy.

Earlier he’d pinned Youko to the back of the couch and reached up his skirt with no mercy, and he’d struggled, annoyed at something or rather. Kuronue honestly wasn’t listening at that point, his dick was in control and it was staying that way. But, back to the point, he’d looked so pretty with the little straps falling from his shoulders and his hair disheveled and in his face, panting and moaning softly as Kuronue played with his balls, kneeling before him.

He’d never found women sexy; unless they were a guy.

There was aggression in his supposed submission, this was the first time Kuronue had lost it and just had to fuck him. Youko hadn’t agreed at first, but the pleasure had won him over. Eventually he’d become the ever so pliant and needy one, a position usually reserved for Kuronue on the days where they were meant to be in class and ended up in the broken down toilets at the end of the school that no one used anymore. Fucking at school, ha, that was interesting.

Like airports only more risky. The teachers came by every now and then, perhaps to check for those few who tried to hide the fact that they were smoking (the teachers knew anyway) and then perhaps to make sure than Kuronue was in class. He’d been caught with his pants down (quite literally) on more than one occasion.

Fucking in school. Four days suspension. Awesome, four days off.

More time to fuck the wanton bitch that lived next-door.

“Fuck you! Let me cum!” Youko screamed, letting out frustrated growls, gripping a hand in Kuronue’s hair tightly, trying to force him down on his cock since he held onto his hips and he couldn’t rock into his fingers.

Kuronue did the exact opposite and pulled his fingers from him as he let Youko’s cock slip from his mouth completely. He licked his lips and smiled a little as Youko rose up onto his elbows and glared at him.

“I think I like seeing you like this,” he said, trailing his thumb up the underside of Youko’s cock.

Youko pursed his lips into a thin line and released the hand he held in Kuronue’s hair and then smacked him. His hand connected with his temple. It stunned Kuronue for a moment, not seriously, but more of a ‘what the hell, he hit me’ type of stunned. Kuronue held a hand to his abused temple and winced looking up at Youko. “Ow, jeez. Keep that up and you’ll be finishing yourself off.”

“I’m thinking it might be easier to do so!” he hissed, eyes widening in fury. “I’m never letting you fuck around again.”

“No?”

He crawled forward, up and over Youko, licking his way up his chest, sucking on hard nipples and running his tongue over them sparingly. It didn’t affect Youko as much as he would have liked, so he was only annoyed when Youko’s hand found his hair and yanked his head up to glare at him coldly. “Fuck me,” he said plainly, and lifted a hand to trail his fingers down Kuronue’s throat.

“You need to stop…pulling my fuckin’ hair.” Nonetheless Kuronue was beginning to agree with Youko. This was getting old. It wasn’t that he lacked patience, watching Youko writhe and buck below him was wonderful. A pure indulgent bliss.

Youko shook Kuronue a little, making Kuronue go cross-eyed for a moment. “Did you hear me, you little bitch?”

“Alright, yes. I hear you. You’re going to pull out my hair! Then no one will be getting fucked!” He snarled a little and tried to unlatch Youko’s fingers from his hair, he was unsuccessful. He was strong for someone who basically went through life lying on his back.

Youko shook his head, and then released the cursing Kuronue.

He sat back on his haunches and reached into his hair with his hand, feeling his scalp. It still stung. He didn’t like having his hair pulled, it was the sort of pain that brought tears to his eyes no matter if it hurt a lot or a little. It was irritating.

Youko sat up, and swung his leg over the side of the couch, sitting properly now, his knees a little higher than usual from the heels, snatched on a spur of the moment decision when Kuronue had seen them lying near the doorway. Youko stood, slowly, and Kuronue watched him slip the skirt passed his hips easily -- careful of his cock of course -- and then pull off the flimsy singlet.

Once again his mind wondered what the hell he was doing in his lounge room with his very naked and very aroused neighbour. Fucking -- or about to fuck -- would be the obvious answer, yes, thank you brain, but…what did it mean?

He knew he could ask a street lamp the same question and get a better answer than any he could wrench from Youko, but it didn’t stop him from wondering.

He stood on Youko’s command, not because he was following orders or anything, but because he was loosing his legs to the whims of pins and needles. He leaned forward and kissed Youko hungrily as Youko pulled at the hem of his shirt, hitching it up until they were forced to break their kiss so he could toss his short off…somewhere.

Youko licked his lips and looked off to the direction of the hallway, then patted Kuronue’s bare chest. “Bedroom.”

Yeah, it was definitely easier there. Rather than a couch with non-existent padding.

Watching Youko’s ass as they went, Kuronue’s lips gained a lopsided smile. Youko couldn’t walk in heels, at all; his tread was unsteady and weird. However the arch of his feet was something interesting to behold. Youko didn’t have feminine feet, so it was somewhat obscene, but still rather hot.

Once in Kuronue’s room they didn’t even bother to close the door let alone lock it. Youko was on him like a wildcat, pushing him down to his bed and straddling him, cock arched deliciously up, weeping, and pulling at the ties to Kuronue’s jeans. Kuronue took a moment to take in the determined and hungry expression on Youko’s face and then opened his mouth to say something, then mid way realized that Youko was on top. Once again.

“Hey, isn’t it my turn?”

“Shut up, Kuronue. You talk too much and you take too long; you’re a fucking tease.” Well, yeah. He had no problem in admitting that. Especially when Youko was nuzzling his cock like it was a play-toy, licking and sucking nosily at the head, running his parted lips and tongue down the length.

Kuronue’s breath hitched and he groaned, his face flushing and mouth falling open. Oh, Youko was too good at this. He sucked cock like a pro and put porn stars to shame. His mind wandered off happily, leaving his cock in charge. “S-shit… ahn…”

Youko kept his lips on his cock as he pulled off Kuronue’s jeans, slipping them past his legs, tossing them over his shoulder, and then laying down on his stomach, between Kuronue’s legs. He sucked at the head of his cock, taking as much into his mouth as he could before it touched the back of his throat and he began to gag a little. He pulled back with a wet sound, licking his lips, and met Kuronue’s eyes. “You’re a tease, but you have a nice cock.”

Kuronue was torn between thanking him for the compliment and telling him to get back to work. He settled for a whimper-like groan and fell back against his pillows, breathing heavily. Hm, he wanted that feeling again. The tease of orgasm, the build up, the mindlessness.

Youko chuckled.

“Roll over,” he said, slapping Kuronue’s thigh lightly.

He did so, muttering under his breath though he wasn’t about to argue in seriousness. It was too much fun. He buried his face in his pillows, and looked down after a while, past his cock, when Youko shifted him up onto his knees. He heard the sound of a tube opening – it was half used, he’d have to get another one soon. Warm fingers soothed his ass as Youko used one of his knees to force Kuronue’s legs wider.

“You have such a pretty ass too,” Youko mused, running his hands over it, then reaching up to glide his hands along the arch of Kuronue’s back and his balls simultaneously. Kuronue groaned and pressed his forehead into the pillow he held with both hands, shuddering slightly.

His hands returned to Kuronue’s ass, thumbs either side of his entrance, a lapped at it. His warm tongue passed over his hole, and then slid in slightly. Kuronue groaned, mouth falling open and eyes closing.

A hand disappeared, and came back, slick with cool, clear lubricant. Youko slid a finger in easily, swapping with his tongue, and stroked the walls of his ass leisurely, sending shudders of anticipation throughout Kuronue. Two fingers and he was stretched enough, the digits in his ass scissored apart. Then they hooked slightly, plunging deep, and Kuronue saw stars for a moment.

“Fuck!” He gasped, his breath stuttering. Pleasure shot through him, caressed him. He panted heavily, leaning back into the fingers, pushing back with his hands, his head rising from the pillow, hair falling in his face annoyingly, clinging to his already sweat-slicked skin.

Youko hummed, pleased, and slid his fingers out. He placed a kiss on Kuronue’s ass then pulled back, lathering more lube on his fingers, and coated his cock. His lower lip was sucked between his teeth, and his eyes closed for a moment, hair slipping from his shoulders. He pumped his cock once, gently, then rose on his knees again and placed the head of his cock at Kuronue’s ass.

He waited for a moment, and then Kuronue groaned and swore. “Fuck you. You call me a tease… Hypocrite.”

Youko resisted the urge to roll his eyes – he was above that – but he ran his cock along the crevice of Kuronue’s ass, right to his balls and back, leaving a trail of fluid in its wake. He chuckled slightly, and gripped Kuronue’s hip. Loving Kuronue’s reactions to his teasing.

Kuronue moaned, moving back again, and this time he wasn’t denied. Kuronue tilted his head and moaned as he felt each and every inch of Youko sink into him, not slowly but slow enough. He was used to it by now. His ass accepted him willingly, wanting him deeper. Deeper and deeper until Youko’s balls almost touched his and he arched over Kuronue, hands on his hips, stilettoed feet crossed at the ankles, knees wide, keeping Kuronue’s spread.

“Hmm…yes…” Kuronue clutched at the pillow, dropping his head again, and panting, his chin pressed against his chest.

Youko growled a little, and pulled back out slightly, then thrust back in. He repeated the process, gaining viciousness in his thrusts, pulling Kuronue back on his cock with the hands he held at Kuronue’s hips. Kuronue panted, unable to hold back the little gasps and moans that escaped his throat against his will. Oh, it felt so good. This was why he was still fucking Youko, even if he was running around in circles trying to figure out what the hell they were.

He gripped at the pillows, his head rising and then falling, moans getting louder and more slurred with each thrust. Youko’s fingers were an ever increasing vice on his hip, burning into his skin as surely as the warmth of the cock filling up his ass. Each delicious thrust sent him reeling, his cock dribbling and begging as surely as he was. His body wanted release, he wanted release. The pleasure mounted, rising and rising. Youko’s short little moans and grunts of effort and pleasure aiding him a long.

It made him think of the time when Youko made him recite a lengthy sentence over and over, saying that if he lost pace or forgot a word, if he stopped, then he’d get to do whatever he wanted to Kuronue. Of course he’s trailed off when Youko started to whisper how much he wanted to fuck Kuronue and how delicious he looked, panting begging for it. He’d spent a week chained to Youko’s bed with no clothes, denied the right to speak or leave, spoon fed and brought to the brink of orgasm then left to suffer – his hands tied so he couldn’t finish himself off. They hadn’t fucked at all, and that frustrated Kuronue to no end. Though, when they finally did fuck at the end of the week, it was the best he’d ever had.

Thinking of that only made him want to come more.

“Youko… ah… ahn… ha-…harder. Fuck me. Harder. I want-…”

Youko growled, and suddenly his cock was gone from his ass and he almost screamed at the devastating loss. Though he was distracted by Youko pulling him up, tuning him around, and shoving him against the wall. His head bumped the wall and Kuronue was dazed for a moment, another annoying sort of pain, then gasped as Youko pulled his leg up, and forced his other aside, splaying his legs wide. His cock slipped back into him, unhindered, and Kuronue moaned loudly into the kiss Youko forced on him, the both of them somewhat distracted.

Kuronue wrapped an arm around Youko’s neck, holding him close, and his other clawed at his shoulder. Like this, as close as they were, what little stimulation Kuronue’s cock got still sent him mindless, and he wailed, panting and threatening Youko with nonsensical growls.

Really he had to give it up to Youko’s stamina, he was amazing. Fucked him like he meant it and did it oh so well. Dipping down, his teeth found Kuronue’s neck and clenched down, his hands, one below the thigh on one leg, the other behind Kuronue’s knee, tightened.

The pain was what set Kuronue off, howling and cursing every god he could think of. He came, seeing nothing. Was nothing, for that moment.

Then he was back, and Youko was seizing, his blunt teeth gnawing at his neck. It made Kuronue wince and claw at Youko, somewhat serene still in the afterglow, despite the pain. Youko’s thrusts slowed after he came with a slight grunt, and he eventually released Kuronue’s neck, and pulled the both of them back onto the bed, away from the wall, leaving Kuronue to fall on top of him.

They panted, too stated and calm, too lethargic to bother moving. Eventually Kuronue slid off Youko, rolling onto his side, and winced a little at the loss of Youko’s cock in his ass. The beginnings of a dull pain set in. Facing Youko, one of his hands still around his neck awkwardly, he sighed. He felt Youko’s cum leek and winced a little. He hated that sensation, no matter how hot it was to now whose it was.

Quiet descended, broken only by their gasps for air, slowly returning to normal.

“Youko?” Mouth, stop moving. You have nothing to say. Shut up.

His response was a hum. Somewhat questioning.

Kuronue looked up at Youko’s face, consequently meeting his eyes. They held some warmth in them now, though they still looked like the eyes of an asshole. Intimidating at the best of times.

He patted Youko’s chest twice and grinned. “You’re a good fuck, I think I’ll keep you.”

It took Youko a while to respond, long enough to have Kuronue realise the implications his words had held, and then to become curious of the answer he’d receive – if he got one this time.

Youko’s response was a slight quirk of his lips and a muttered, “Alright, whatever.” Then he closed his eyes and pulled Kuronue closer to him, placing a soothing kiss over the rather vicious bite mark on his shoulder. Licking away the blood with long swipes of his tongue. It was kind of animalistic when he thought about it, how many people gnawed holes in people’s necks when they fucked? No one else Kuronue had been with had.

But, holy shit, was it that easy?

Kuronue stared at Youko’s shoulder for a while, shivering at the sensation the licking brought to his skin, raising gooseflesh. He grinned.

So, technically, though it hadn’t been said, they were now official.

Awesome.