Learning the Ropes by scheherezhad
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Yusuke learns the consequences of bothering Kurama in the garden.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, don't make money off of 'em. I'm just playing, so please don't sue.
Author's notes: For April, by request. Happy birthday, dear.
Feedback: Please. scheherezhad@yahoo.com

Yusuke slipped into the garden quietly, in search of Kurama. He'd been up here for hours, cleaning up debris from last night's high winds.

"Where are you, fox?" he muttered. Even with all that red hair, Kurama managed to disappear into his plants. Yusuke always had trouble finding him. "Ah-hah." The end of a red ponytail flashed from around the edge of the ivy-covered trellis arch.

He sidled around the perimeter of the garden, and with a sly grin, he stepped up and pressed himself against Kurama's back, covering his lover's eyes with the white silk scarf he'd brought up.

"Hey, gorgeous," he said huskily.

"Yusuke." Kurama reached down and switched off the mp3 player clipped to his pocket, then pulled out his earbuds. "What are you doing up here?"

"You've been up here all afternoon. I was getting lonely." He let the scarf drop and reached for the mp3 player. "Whatcha listening to? Hey, this is all the stuff I loaded on it," he said delightedly, scrolling through the playlist.

"Yes, it is."

"You've been gardening to porn music!"

Kurama turned and took the player back. "And thinking about you," he added, dipping his head to give Yusuke a kiss.

The kiss deepened, and Yusuke hummed his appreciation as he rubbed his hardening cock against a firm thigh through his thin running shorts. After only a minute, however, Kurama stopped it and took a step back. Yusuke groaned and followed him, reaching out for that smooth, sun-warmed skin.

"Not right now. I'll be finished soon, and you can have me to yourself for the night."

"But I want you now," he grumbled, pressing close again and letting his thumb circle one of Kurama's nipples through his t-shirt. "Please?" he asked.

"Yusuke, not now. I've been using my spirit energy to heal my plants, and they're too sensitive to my moods. Please, just be patient."

"Fine." Yusuke sighed dramatically, walked over to a stone bench under the shade of a tall wisteria, and flopped down to wait. "I'll just be over here, letting this perfectly good hard-on go to waste."

He saw Kurama shake his head and go back to clearing out debris and tending to injured plants. He was good for a while, but with nothing to look at except Kurama and plants, he soon found himself watching his lover hungrily.

His gardening clothes were so tight and skimpy and distracting... Yusuke sighed again and reached down to squeeze his cock through his shorts. He spent a while teasing himself and admiring the contrast of pale skin against green grass and leaves, the way the gentle breeze flirted with the ends of his hair, the shifting of muscles under his tight t-shirt...the way Kurama bent over to pick up a broken branch, his cut-offs stretched tight over his ass.

"Fuck," Yusuke muttered under his breath. He pushed his shorts down to give access to his erection, not noticing the hum of pleasure he made when he ran his palm over the head and slicked the moisture down his shaft.

Kurama caught the sound, however, and he turned to see what was happening.

"Oh, yeah..."

'Oh, yeah,' indeed. His mouth went dry at the sight of Yusuke touching himself. The only way the sight could get better would be if Yusuke were naked and bound before him.

Almost before Kurama had completed the thought, he could feel the shiver of a plant bending to his will. He couldn't recall it, and he could only watch as vines slithered across the ground and up the bench to Yusuke. They first bound his hands together and wrapped around his waist to lift him up and strip off his shorts.

"Hey! What the--?" Yusuke yelped. "Dammit, get these offa me, Kurama!"

"I'm afraid I can't." Kurama stalked toward his helpless lover, a feral smile slowly forming on his lips. "I told you my plants are too sensitive to my moods right now. They're doing nothing but complying with my wishes, but my desire to call them back is apparently overridden by my desire...for you."

The rough-skinned vines shifted and worked together to get Yusuke's shirt off, leaving him completely naked, hands bound behind his back, legs spread temptingly.

Yusuke watched breathlessly as Kurama picked up his shorts and rummaged in the pockets. They both knew the lube was there, though he had also slipped in one of the cock rings on a whim, hoping he'd get to fuck Kurama into the ground again. He knew the moment Kurama found it; a slow, feral smile grew on his face as he pulled it out.

"I see you thought of everything, Yusuke. I should reward you."

He knelt between Yusuke's legs and reached out to slide the stretchy cock ring down his still hard cock. Yusuke shuddered when it was in place, feeling himself throb against Kurama's fingers.

"God, fuck me now, Kurama," he begged. "Just slick it up and stick it in."

Kurama laughed softly, but his eyes blazed. "So impatient for such a tease," he murmured, opening his shorts and freeing his erection. But he was feeling rather impatient, as well, so he spread a generous amount of lube on himself and pressed forward into Yusuke, knowing he could take it.

"You have...no idea...how turned on I am...right now," Yusuke panted quietly by his ear. "Hard and fast, gorgeous."

Even with his considerable will, Kurama couldn't ignore Yusuke's order, and he pounded into his lover harshly. The vines supported them and allowed him the freedom to lean in and kiss and stroke Yusuke. Their kisses muffled the moans both of them were making.

With a particularly hard thrust and a firm, twisting upstroke to Yusuke's cock, Kurama felt him tense just before he cried out loudly and came so hard he was shaking. A few short minutes later, Kurama followed him with a sharp "ah."

They were both spent and exhausted, and Kurama was finally able to call the vines back. Yusuke curled into him gratefully as they lay in a loose embrace on the shaded patch of grass.

After a long silence, Yusuke finally mumbled, "Grass is itchy. Maybe we should invest in a hammock."