Kurama sighed in relief and loosened his tie as he exited his office building. He'd been working overtime all week for an important project, and it was finally Friday, which meant going home to a very happy Yusuke.

As he elevator down to the parking deck, he leaned against the wall and sighed softly at the thought of his boyfriend. This project had happened at a bad time for them; they had only recently gotten serious, after having finally said "I love you" to each other, and the overtime was cutting in on their time together. Thankfully, today marked the end of it.

On the second parking level, he left the elevator and headed across the mostly empty lot for his car. It was a glossy little black number that Yusuke loved for its roomy back seat--not that they'd actually had sex in it yet, though they'd come awfully close. They'd decided early on to wait a while before bringing sex into the equation. Kurama had been impressed that Yusuke had been willing to put so much effort into establishing their relationship before getting physical.

Both of them, however, seemed to be running out of patience. After exchanging keys, they were finding it harder and harder to keep from going beyond necking and light petting.

This weekend, maybe they could change that.

The thought of finally making love with Yusuke had him smiling to himself as he neared his car. As he looked down to slide his key into the door, he saw something strange in the front seat: a basket with a green plastic egg nestled inside.

Kurama opened the door curiously and picked up the egg. It was light, and he felt something moving inside when he shook it gently. He popped the halves apart, letting a curved strip of paper and a folded note fall into his hand. The curved paper uncurled, revealing itself to be a photobooth strip with four pictures of Yusuke. In each, the young man held up a different sign: I, love, you, and Kurama.

They had still only said that to one another a few times, and knowing that Yusuke had so carefully planned saying it this way made his heart beat a little faster. He carefully placed the photographs and the egg back in the basket before unfolding the note.

This oughta be worth four thousand words, and I'll say them all to you soon. Take off your jacket, but nothing else until you're instructed to, and come straight home. --Y

Well, well. It seemed Yusuke had beaten him to making plans for their weekend. Kurama moved the basket and his briefcase to the passenger seat and slid behind the wheel.

The drive home and the elevator ride up to his floor felt interminable as curiosity consumed him. He had to shift his jacket, briefcase, and basket to one arm so he could reach his keys. The first thing that caught his eye in the short entryway was a second brightly colored egg, this one yellow, on the floor next to his sneakers.

He hung up his jacket, then knelt and picked up the egg, noting that it was nearly as light as the first, but this time nothing moved inside. When he popped it open, white fabric spilled out over his hand, and he saw that it was a silk scarf. The slip of paper tucked in the middle of the bundle said, Use your imagination. Now take off your shoes and socks, and go put away your briefcase.

Kurama tucked the scarf, egg, and note into the basket, slipped off his shoes, and went around the corner to leave his briefcase on his desk.

On the desk was a larger blue egg. He picked it up, noting that it was fairly heavy, and set down his briefcase. When he opened the egg, he found a slim little mp3 player inside. The note with it read, Turn me on...and check out the playlist. Take off your belt and tie, then go check your messages.

Sparing a second to wonder when Yusuke had learned his evening routine, Kurama put the egg and note in the basket, removed the next articles of clothing, and flicked through the mp3 playlist on his way to the answering machine. He laughed as he realized it was a mix of his favorite songs and tracks that were obviously porn music, for which Yusuke had a strange fondness.

He shook his head in amusement and hit play on the answering machine. There were only three new messages, and he automatically deleted the first when he realized it was from a telemarketer. The second was from his mother.

"Shuuichi, dear, it's me. I just wanted to invite you and Yusuke to come have dinner with the family on Sunday night. Call back soon."

Kurama made a mental note to return her call in the morning. He deleted that message, as well.

The third message began. "Hey, gorgeous," Yusuke's recorded voice said. "Did you find the next egg yet? After you do, take off your shirt and go get washed up. See you soon." The time on the message told him that Yusuke had left it while he was driving home.

After the beep, Kurama deleted it and looked around for the fourth egg. He scanned the end table, the sofa, and the coffee table, finally spotting the large purple egg half buried by a stack of magazines and comic books that had slowly been migrating there from Yusuke's apartment. He left the basket next to the answering machine and stepped around the couch to pick up the egg. It was bigger and heavier than the last one, and he opened it curiously. The contents made him pause as he pulled them out.

Padded handcuffs.

The thought of cuffing Yusuke to the headboard and having his way with him was vastly appealing, but Kurama was unsure whether or not the cuffs were meant as a joke. After their...less than comfortable experiences as Spirit World's detectives, he had no idea whether Yusuke would object to being restrained.

Kurama mused absently on this as he gathered his things and headed for the bathroom to wash up. As soon as he walked in the room, he could feel the gentle quiver in the air as a plant reacted to his presence, but it wasn't one of his. He saw it beside the sink, a clear plastic display shaped like an egg, carefully covering a deep red and black dahlia in a small pot.

This, perhaps, was the most intriguing gift thus far. He didn't think Yusuke had paid attention when he came along on excursions to plant nurseries and garden shops.

Reaching out, he ran his fingers over the soft petals and glossy leaves. It was the Arabian Night dahlia, a variety he'd been looking for for quite a while to add to his garden, but he hadn't been able to find it. It gave a little shudder at his touch, and he sent it a small burst of energy before stepping away.

He left the basket next to the sink and finally noticed that the note to go with the dahlia was written on the mirror with glass chalk.

Take off your undershirt, get washed up, and go fill the pitcher in the kitchen with ice water--we'll need it by the end of the night.

A slow shudder of anticipation crawled up his spine, and heat pooled in his belly with the insinuation in that message. He stripped off the white t-shirt he wore under his button-down and hurriedly washed up and brushed his teeth. A last look in the mirror appealed to his vanity, and he ran a brush through his hair quickly, as well.

Kurama grabbed the basket but left the dahlias where they were for the time being. He went to the kitchen and saw the pitcher waiting on the counter with a small yellow egg inside. Fishing it out, he turned the water on and set the pitcher under the faucet to fill while he opened the egg.

The items inside were rather confusing. Besides the note, all that the egg contained were two small, purple, spiked rings made of some jelly-like substance. He pondered over them as he reached to shut off the water, and it finally hit him.

Cock rings. Yusuke had given him a pair of cock rings.

Blood rushed to his face and his hardening cock. He almost forgot about the note in his hand--his brain was too busy ticking through all the wonderfully dirty things he could do to Yusuke to pay him back--but he finally focussed enough to unfold it and read the message.

Take off your pants, then bring the water and your presents and come to the bedroom.

In a bit of a lustful daze, Kurama added some ice to the pitcher, stripped down to his red boxers, and gathered everything up. He went back to the short hall and stopped in front of his bedroom door, taking a calming breath before turning the knob.

When the door swung open, he found his room illuminated only by the soft glow of his lamp, which had a gauzy, deep orange scarf draped over it. Yusuke knelt on the bed, and he wore nothing but a pair of very short black shorts...with a rabbit tail attached to the back, and rabbit ears on his head. He held one last Easter egg in his hands.

"Do you...like everything?" he asked softly, looking vulnerable and sensual and sexual all at once.

Kurama came into the room and shut the door behind himself; he left the pitcher of water on the nightstand and set the basket on the floor. He knelt on the bed in front of Yusuke and cupped his face with one hand, leaning in to kiss him gently.

"It's all wonderful, Yusuke. Thank you."

"There's still one thing left." Yusuke held out the green egg.

Kurama took it and found a black leather collar inside. The note with it said simply, I love you. I'm ready.

He looked back up at Yusuke, who took his hands and lifted them to his neck, indicating for Kurama to fasten the collar on him. Kurama slipped the two ends around to meet and snapped them together. The collar was striking against Yusuke's light skin, and he reached up to center the d-ring in the center of it.

"Is it all right?"

"It's perfect, Yusuke, all of it. Especially you," he added, leaning in for another, deeper kiss.

"Mm...good. 'Cause I don't plan on letting you out of this room until Monday morning. Well, except maybe for dinner at your mom's--but," he said, heading off Kurama's protest, "as soon as it's over, we're coming straight back here."

"Well, if you insist."

"Damn straight." Yusuke smiled and pulled off his bunny ears, tossing them somewhere across the room. "Now get out of those boxers and finish unwrapping me."