Violation of the Sixth
Commandment
chapter 8
by Varon
Bathed in the faint sliver of the moon escaping the thick cover of the clouds, Yusuke and Keiko walked, hand in hand, back to Keiko's -- and Ben's -- house. They had been to The Hideaway, a seafood restaurant almost an hour's ride north of Tokyo. Keiko thought how appropriate the name was for their situation. Before the meal was over, Yusuke presented her with a necklace -- it was gorgeous, with a blue gem (no, it's not sapphire) set at the center of some sort of silver-like metal. Tiny stones surrounded the main jewel, and it was just beautiful that Keiko wouldn't have cared less if it were from another world.
Minutes later the moonbeam disappeared, and Yusuke looked up. "Looks like it's going to rain any second."
No sooner had he said it, drops as big as five rice grains in a clump began to fall on the pavement. Some hit him squarely on the head.
Uh-oh. He looked at Keiko, an idea forming into his head. Grinning brazenly, he laughingly yelled, "Race you to your house!" He took off almost immediately.
Keiko was NOT game. "No fair, Yusuke no baka!" she called out, and tapped her foot. "I'm wearing stilletto heels here!!! Come back!"
No response. Even if he were that fast, she knew Yusuke had not gone far; a few hundred meters maybe? The idiot, she thought irritably. Where is he?
More minutes passed, and she was getting soaked. But still no Yusuke. She began walking; her house was still four blocks away from where she had stood, under a streetlight! The rain fell steadily, and Keiko shivered. C'mon, Yusuke, I just told you what a fun time I had!
"Boo!" someone suddenly sprang up behind her, strong arms enfolding her waist. Without warning Keiko found herself being lifted up, as Yusuke hooked an arm under her legs and the other arm slung around her shoulders for support.
"Baka!" she almost screamed at his widely smiling face. "Yusuke no baka!"
"Oh, c'mon, Keiko, sometimes you're really no fun." He pretended to pout, then whirled her around in a circle. "Don't you just love the rain? And besides, it was YOUR idea to take a walk."
He got her. Massaging her temples, Keiko just sighed impatiently. "OK, fine, just.. get me home, OK? And PLEASE stop twirling me around, I'm getting dizzy."
He chortled, stopping in mid-turn. "As you wish." But he didn't set her down. Yusuke, his eyes bright and his face flushed, was enough a sight to make Keiko giggle at the situation despite her biases against the rain. "I promise you, I'll get you home in about --" he comically glanced at his wrist, as if a watch were there -- "three minutes." Yusuke bent down, raising his head as if estimating the expanse of the sky. "Hang on," he cautioned.
Keiko now did laugh. "Sure, Yusuke, if you're as fast as Hi -- WHOA!"
He suddenly jumped up, his feet landing evenly on the tip of the lamppost. Keiko shrieked.
"Yusuke!!!" she said, closing her eyes, burying her face on his chest. "What are you doing?!?"
"Jumping... from... post to... post," he huffed in response, as he leapt again. He deliberately let his next landing wobble a little, just to scare the woman in his arms.
It worked. "YOU KNOW I'M AFRAID OF HEIGHTS!!!"
"So don't look, alright? It's much faster this way." Yusuke finally did one last jump, doing a little somersault in the air as his feet came in contact with solid ground.
"We're here," he formally announced.
Gingerly Keiko lifted her gaze. Indeed, they were at the back entrance to the Victorian-styled house, where no nosy neighbors were to notice them.
"Thankfully," she said. "We are SO drenched to the bone!"
Carefully Yusuke set her down. It continued to drizzle, the downpour seemingly getting stronger. "We'd better get inside," Keiko said, "if we don't want to catch pneumonia."
Keiko fumbled in her purse for her key, then left her wet shoes under the shed. Yusuke followed her example, noting that a puddle was forming on the floor as he stepped inside. Keiko led him down the hall into the den as he took in his surroundings.
"Nice house," he finally commented.
"Thanks," Keiko said. She flipped on the light switch, feeling uncomfortable to add anything more to her one-word reply. "Listen, I'd get us some dry clothes upstairs... can you make a fire going here so we can warm ouselves?" She pointed to the stack of logs beside the brick hearth. "The wood's over there, and the matches are on the mantle."
"Sure," Yusuke said. "You've come to the expert." He entered the room, and did a double take. "HEY! Am I in a safari or what?"
A tiger's, moose's, and lion's stuffed heads hung high on the walls, above the fireplace. A bear's skin acted as a rug on the center of the floor. Rifles were stationed in one corner, snugly fitting into their varnished mahogany case. A couch draped with what looks like zebra skin sat opposite the hearthstone, and a small coffee table was in front of the couch. All together, the small room both provided a creepy yet cozy atmosphere.
It was a little weird... but wasn't this what he felt when he first settled into Makai?
She laughed coyly. "Ben likes to hunt. Do they bother you?"
He shook his head. "No, not really."
"It's better to ignore them. You'll get used to it." Keiko ducked out of the room. "Be right back," she called over her shoulder.
Once in her -- their, hers and Ben's -- bedroom, she stripped off her dress and threw it down the dirty hamper. Hhmm... what to wear, what to wear... After drying herself off, she settled for a light-blue button-down blouse, and her close-fitting denim skirt. For Yusuke she picked a striped polo shirt of Ben's and a pair gray trousers. She also grabbed an extra towel.As she was about to shut her closet doors she caught a glimpse of those woolen blankets she kept far away at the back and never used. On impulse she took them... Just in case.
The den was warm and bathed in a yellow-orange glow when she got there. A helathy fire was up and burning, the flames licking hungrily at the hickory wood which was used as fuel. "Hey, great fire you built," she complimented Yusuke as she reached him. He just grinned at her, pushing back some of the wet bangs off his eyes.
"Here," Keiko said, handing over the towel and dry clothes to him. "The bathroom's two doors to the left of the sink."
"Thanks." He headed out the room.
"Um..." Keiko said. "Would you like some hot chocolate? Or coffee?"
"Hot chocolate would be fine, thank you." He smiled and disappeared down the dim-lighted corridor.
Five minutes later they were lounging on the floor, in front of the fire, warming their hands and sipping warm cocoa, their feet buried under the printed blanket to keep them from freezing. Outside, lightning struck and the rain went on pouring heavily.
"You know what's missing?" Yusuke suddenly asked.
"What?"
"Marshmallows." He winked conspirationally.
Keiko laughed. "Oh, I got that one!" She set her now-empty mug down the coffee table they had moved to one side. "That was during camp, wasn't it? The one with a really grouchy old man for an owner?" She made a face. "We were eight or nine... I can't recall the camp name but -- oh, it was the 'Talent Camp'!" She wrinkled her nose. "Or something like that. I think I was in the 'Arts and Crafts' section. What area did you pick?"
"Me?" Yusuke obviously knew what it was but didn't want to let her know. He coughed twice. "Uh, I don't remember..."
"Sure you do!" Keiko pushed him for information. "Was it... painting?" She tapped her chin. "Hhmm... no. Martial arts? Nope, I don't think they offered it back then --"
"Alright, alright! It was... acting."
Keiko almost choked. "ACTING?!?!" Then she snickered.
He shrugged, slightlt reddening. "Hey, the stupid guys at camp drew my name for that list! Ain't my fault and it ain't my choice." He stuck out his tongue playfully at her.
" 'Course it wasn't your choice; YOU didn't even want to go to camp in the first place."
"But there you were, dragging my butt out there in another island of Japan, getting my mother to sign the permission slip, and off we were."
"Sure, you can thank me later." She sniggered. "Anyway, I think that by the last day, the head counselor had all of the kids gathered out near the lake, and we had a bonfire..."
"...One of the other boys there was telling a really lame ghost story," Yusuke continued. "It was something about two star-crossed lovers who shot each other in a pact they made and scared each couple who passed by their old, haunted mansion --"
"-- And it was so lame you couldn't help your mouth from shooting out insults," Keiko went on, her tone partly admonishing.
"Hey, Urameshi Yusuke lets people know exactly what he thinks."
"And you told a much better story, anyway." Keiko remembered the story. "Let's see... it's a creepy tale about the wood chopper, who not only cut trees but lost kids' heads too?" She shuddered. "Where'd you get those ideas anyway?"
"From what I've seen?" Keiko visibly paled. "Kidding. I don't know, heard them somewhere. The important part was, I showed that boy how a good scary tale is told."
"Oh, and the boy was so steamed that the limelight was stolen from him," Keiko continued, animated, "that he challenged YOU to a marshmallow roasting test."
Yusuke laughed heartily. "As if he's the only one who knows how to roast marshmallows!"
"How many did you roast in record time?"
"56 sticks in four point seven minutes." He huffed his chest proudly.
Keiko shook her head. "That's virtually impossible!"
"Hey, Urameshi Yusuke never loses at anything!" Suddenly his face darkened. "Except..." He looked at Keiko, and she was perplexed to see that he wore one of his sad masks again. "I only lost twice: With Yomi... and with you."
"Yusuke," she complained, "I thought we'd agreed that no morose talk will be entertained in the three weeks we'll be together. Now cut that out and finish your chocolate."
He obeyed, his eyes solemn as he stared at her through the rim of the ceramic mug. He handed the cup over to Keiko who slightly turned her back on him to place it on the table near her.
When she turned around to face him, he was several inches closer. He was so close, in fact, that their noses almost bumped.
"You know," he said huskily, his voice becoming so low and sexy it sent shivers down Keiko's spine, "no matter how carefree and happy we were as kids... aren't you glad we're adults now?"
Keiko nodded, understanding. There are just some things only adults can do...
He looked deeply into her eyes, and saw his unquenched love mirrored in them.
He reached out and traced the outline of her heart-shaped face with his thumb. "Keiko," he whispered almost hoarsely.
Her large brown eyes were illuminated so beautifully in the glow of the fire. They gazed back at him with a welcoming intensity.
Without hesitation, Yusuke leaned forward and kissed her.
He kissed her slowly, tenderly, intimately. In that long kiss, he let her know how much he loved her, and how deeply he cared for her. She responded with the same ardor, as her fingers tightened around the collar of his shirt. Yusuke drew Keiko closer to him, his arms fitting tightly around her slim waist, and savored the feeling of her mouth on his. They began the motions of a normal kiss: He caught her upper lip with his lower lip, then her lower lip caught his upper lip, and so forth. He turned his head slightly to the side and delved his tongue in between her lips, exploring her mouth. Their tongues embraced, intertwining, getting tangled in the intensity of their kiss.
Yusuke's mouth traveled down to Keiko's throat, covering her slender throat with fiery kisses. Keiko craned her neck to one side to give him more access. She clutched his collar more tightly, sighing on his ear.
Yusuke pulled them down to the carpeted floor. He continued to nip at her heated skin, her hands drawing circles on her back. Keiko ran her hand up his neck, and stroked his hair.
They stopped for breath. Yusuke studied her intently, looking somewhat worried. "Are we going too fast?"
Keiko just grinned mischievously, placing both her hands on his shoulders.
"No. We're just having fun, aren't we?" Keiko whispered to her lover, shifting her position so that she was sitting on his lap as he was practically lying down on the floor. Yusuke smiled back.
Keiko began unbuttoning, in painstakingly slow movements, her blue blouse. Button by button Yusuke's eyes widened...
... and when she got to the final one he pushed the blouse off her and onto the floor.
She was glad she decided to wear her wonderbra tonight. Yusuke was practically drooling at the sight of the deep groove in between her full breasts, which the underwire so magnificently pushed up at a very seductive angle.
Keiko proceeded to undoing her skirt. She had to adjust her position a bit as Yusuke yanked the clothing down her legs. The only piece of accessory that she wore now was the necklace Yusuke gave her that evening. Carefully she unclasped it.
She hovered, half-naked, over Yusuke, smiling sexily.
"Your turn," she simply said.
Her hands set to work, unbuttoning Yusuke's polo shirt. As her long fingers sensually rubbed his muscular chest all sense of logic defied him. He let her remove his belt and unzip his pants as he decided to do his own thing.
Keiko felt Yusuke's arms slide around her bare waist, his calloused hands rubbing her still-flat stomach. His thumb rested for a while on her bellybutton, his touch making her insides turn to jelly. She felt his hands move up her body, cupping her breasts. His fingers floundered with the clasp of her bra, until they heard the soft click, and Yusuke brushed the straps off her shoulders. Keiko closed her eyes.
Yusuke could feel his manhood beginning to stiffen as he massaged the sides of Keiko's breasts. He couldn't fight the sensation of pleasure that washed over him. Nothing had ever felt so good as the feel of her flesh on his hands. Or the sound of delight that came from her as he went on, caressing her bosom, his motions becoming firmer as she continued to moan.
His lips found their way to her chest, and that elicited another sigh from her. She could feel the warmth of his breath and the wetness of his tongue as it traced the roundness of one of her nipples, her ariola hardening. Yusuke's other hand still held Keiko's breast in it. Yusuke licked her nipple, biting at it ever so gently, wetting it with his every lick, then kissed the whole thing. He sucked at her breast, his mouth covering half of the organ, his teeth grazing her stiff nipple. When he was done with one, he did the same thing with the other.
Yusuke then gingerly laid Keiko on her back. He removed her lace panties, as his mouth continued on the sensitive part of her body. First he licked the lips of her vagina, gently teasing the folds. Then he sucked on her clitoris, gently. Then more persistently. Keiko moaned louder, and she couldn't control the convulsions of ecstasy that racked through her body as her secretions came. His tongue penetrated her clit, and she gasped. The longer he sucked at it, the more juices she gifted him with. He tasted Keiko in his lips, her very essence filling his mouth. Just so like her -- sweet, delicious.
He removed his head in between her legs and kissed her lips, letting her taste herself. Keiko kissed him back, for quite some time, savoring all her juices until none was left in Yusuke's mouth.
She was pressed comfortably against him, and Yusuke felt the warmth radiate from her heated body. He held her closer, and looked once more in her large sepia eyes and said, "Should I stop?"
Keiko, panting slightly, managed to give him a slight glare. "You've got to be joking," she gasped out.
He kissed her again, feeling her nipples rub against his chest. Beads of sweat trickled down his body, and felt that she was perspiring too. As if they weren't already in front of the fireplace to need more heat.
Yusuke shifted his position a little, just so he could insert his middle finger in Keiko's pussy. She moaned once more as his finger made its way through her organ, her muscles contracting automatically around the intruder. Yusuke withdrew his finger, then inserted it again. Then he drew it out, and inserted it again, forming a rhythm. Keiko moaned some more. "Ooooh," she panted.
After the last insert, Yusuke licked all of Keiko's juices off his finger. He could feel his own cumming about to take place. He looked at her, her eyes closed, her hair fanned out, her face showing pure rapture. He felt his penis rising.
He lay on top of her, hugging her close. Keiko stroked his cheek, her palm damp. "Don't tell me you're done."
Yusuke gazed into her eyes full of love. "Of course not, baby" was all he could say in agreement.
Keiko rolled over so that SHE was on top. She positioned her vagina on top of his penis, so that they were in contact. She placed a hand behind Yusuke's head and pulled him to her chest, inviting him to kiss her breasts once more. "Make me cum," she breathed.
He willingly obeyed. Once more his mouth was on her chest, his tongue licking her cleavage, making a wet passageway in between Keiko's breasts. His tongue was on her nipple as his hands mashed her other breast. "Hmmm, that's, oooh, that's it," Keiko whispered. She began rubbing her genitals against his, and felt his manhood harden and rise. She coated his penis with girlcum as he continued to suck at her breasts, biting her nipples. He was cumming as well.
She sought his mouth again, continuing to bounce on his dick. "Let me repay you," she said throatily as they broke apart. Keiko got off his cock and brought her mouth to it, licking it clean. For his part, Yusuke lurched forward as he was brought to his peak of orgasm. He didn't know if it was unmanly to gasp, but he apparently didn't care; he did so anyway.
When Keiko's job was done, she shifted so her face was directly above Yusuke's. He blinked once, then grinned. One hand reached behind Keiko's neck and pulled her head down and kissed her again, amatorily. His other hand rubbed the small of her back as he rolled over. His hands now felt her sides, her ribs, the curve of her breasts.
He drew back, staring at her half-lidded eyes, seducing him, as he parted her legs. He mouthed three words, and Keiko whispered them back. He dropped feather-light kisses on her eyelids, nose, her chin, her ears. Then he eased himself into her, tentatively, gently, and heard her suck in her breath. When he thrusted himself completely into her Keiko was sighing in delectation.
Two bodies now became one... two hearts beating as a single organ... It was a scene Yusuke thought only existed in his fantasies, but here he was, here they were, making it every bit real.
He moved inside her once, and heard her gasp. He did it again, and she moaned. He moved yet again, and she said his name. It was the most pleasant sound he ever heard in years, and he wanted to hear more. He drove himself into her, in quicker intervals now, her back arching to receive him. Their pumping motions became faster, rhythmically bouncing up and down. Up, then down. In, then out. Up and down. In and out.
The fire was still ablaze, enveloping the couple in a reddish light. The heat intensified as Yusuke and Keiko basked in their lovemaking, sweat popping out of their skin. But they didn't stop. No, they didn't want to stop. This was what they dreamed of, and who would dare take it away from them?
Yusuke gave his last release, going into Keiko, before collapsing in her arms. Their eyes both closed, they were both breathing heavily. They were both tired, but neither was sleepy. They were simply resting, taking a break, if ever their bodies screamed for more and they decided to do it again. Consciously, Keiko pulled the blanket over them, thinking, I knew this would come in handy.
