Easter Treats by scheherezhad
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kurama likes Yusuke's favorite Easter candy. Really likes it.
Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own 'em. I just like to play with them, so don't sue me.
Author's notes: A floofy little plot bunny because I was in a writing mood one night and had none of my fics with me to work on. Sidestory to Soup.
Feedback: Please. scheherezhad@yahoo.com

"Yusuke, I'm going to the store for milk. Do you need anything while I'm out?" Kurama asked as he came out of their bedroom.

"Nope," Yusuke replied, sounding a little muffled, "I'm good."

He looked over Yusuke's shoulder and saw that he was watching television with both hands full, one with the remote, and one with some kind of candy. "What are you eating?"

"Jelly beans. They're my favorite Easter candy."

"I see. But can't you get them anytime?"

"Well, yeah, but it's just not the same. Besides, my favorite brand only comes out this one time a year."

Kurama made a little noise of agreement as he studied the candy in Yusuke's hand. There was a small selection of colors, but most of the ones he held were black. "Why do you have so many black ones?"

"Most people think they're gross, but they're my favorite. I save 'em for last." Yusuke shrugged and popped a few in his mouth. "You going to the store or not?"

"Yes, I'm going. Are you sure you don't need anything?"

"Yeah, I'm sure," Yusuke said, rolling his eyes and standing up. He finished off his jelly beans and left the remote on the arm of the couch, then he leaned in and kissed Kurama firmly. "Hurry back, 'kay?"

"Mm." Kurama kissed him back.

Then he kissed him again.

The second time was intense, and it left Yusuke a little breathless. He pulled back and saw that Kurama's eyes had darkened with lust.

"Damn. You sure went from zero to sixty." Not that he minded, of course. Kurama was normally pretty reserved about having sex in the middle of the day, and it was always a welcome surprise when he started something like this. "Care to explain?"

Kurama nuzzled at the sensitive spot behind Yusuke's ear. "Want you," he murmured, his low tone raising goosebumps along Yusuke's skin.

"Okay," he said breathlessly, letting Kurama lead him to bed.

That night, Yusuke was dressed only in pajama pants, making mashed potatoes while Kurama, just out of the shower, set the table. When he opened the refrigerator, he laughed to himself.

"What is it, Yusuke?"

"We're still out of milk."