Truth Or Dare

 

*Disclaimer & Good Stuff* I don't own any of the YYH characters... unfortunately. Blah blah blah, you know how it goes. The only thing I own is this idea, and my merchandise I bought... and the Hiei Blow up doll in my closet ^.~ ok i'm just kidding -_-; bad joke. I owe major thank you to Chrislea for being my beta reader for most of this fic. And without further adieu, I give you my first yaoi fanfiction ever (and entered especially for GG & L) Truth Or Dare© by (yours truly) Otakugyrl.

“What the hell, Kuwabara? What are you talking about?” The black-haired teenager leaned against the outer wall of his room. He moved his hand through his hair, the over-used hair gel holding it back.

“I’m talking about this MESS, Urameshi!!” yelled another teenager. This one stood taller than the first, and had a hairstyle reminiscent of Elvis Presley. The orange strands curling in front of his eyes distracted him. He pushed it out of his tiny eyes and continued tossing about various things lying about the room. “It’s a good thing your fights aren’t this messy- you’d lose for sure!”

“Hey, Yuusuke! Keep it down! You’re NOT helping my headache!” A female yelled from another room.

“Whatever, Mom; if you didn’t drink…,” Yuusuke mumbled under his breath. He placed his hands behind his head and leaned against the wall. “The controls are right over there.”

Kuwabara looked over to see the game controllers sitting nicely on a stack of boxes, perhaps the only thing Yuusuke kept clean. He picked up the controllers and looked at the photograph lying under them. Keiko and Yuusuke, back when they were together. They’d finally admitted that they had feelings for each other only to break it off a few months later. They truly did care for each other, but the more time Yuusuke and the gang spent together, the more time Botan and Keiko spent together. And of course, the more time the girls spent together, the more curious things became. Many assumed they were a couple, but neither would agree nor deny the assumption. They left it to everyone’s imagination, teasing people (like Yuusuke) with the thought.

Yuusuke had become incredibly sloppy with his life- even his fighting had become a bit sloppier. He wasn’t able to concentrate, but that wasn’t just because of Keiko. Even more confusing things had entered his mind.

Kuwabara set the picture down, and took notice of a picture of Yukina and himself. He stared at it for a moment. Yukina had gone back to the Koorime and wasn’t planning on returning to the Ningenkai for a while. He understood that, but couldn’t completely accept it. He still needed something, someone. His feelings for Yukina were still strong, but now someone else seemed to burn through his mind. He’d constantly tried to throw the idea away, but it continued to plague him.

“Come on, are you gonna to play or not?” Yuusuke demanded, slightly annoyed. Kuwabara looked up to see his friend remove a finger from his nose.

“Urameshi!! That is disgusting!”

Yuusuke flicked his fingers together. “What are you, my mother now?” said sarcastically walking over to the bed and sitting on the floor grabbing one of the controllers.

“I *will* beat you today!!” Kuwabara exclaimed, flopping himself in the middle of the room and preparing for the battle. “Ha- you can’t even beat me in real life fighting, and you think you’ll beat me here?” Yuusuke teased. He fidgeted slightly before finally lying comfortably on his stomach. “Come on, Kuwabara! Jeez, can you TAKE any longer?”

“I’m just making sure my controllers are set right, so that you can’t cheat!” Kuwabara defended. His shirt was loose, but the sleeves wrapped tightly around his arms. Yuusuke couldn’t seem to help but notice.

“A-ha!” Kuwabara yelled, punching his fist in the air. Yuusuke shook his head and looked at the screen to see his player nearly dead.

“Heeeyy!!” Yuusuke shoved Kuwabara. “Now who’s the cheater? What about you being loyal and honorable?” Quickly he regained his status and took out his friend’s character.

“How the—?“ Kuwabara started. Yuusuke jumped up and danced in the middle of the room.

“What the—?“ Kuwabara stuttered. He’d never seen Yuusuke do that before.

“What?” Yuusuke grinned innocently.

Must be something else he’s changed since the breakup, Kuwabara thought, shrugging it off.

“Well, you may have won that battle, but you will not win the game!” Kuwabara exclaimed, jumping back into place for the next round.

”FIGHT!!”

As the battle waged, Yuusuke’s eyes trailed again to the body sitting next to him. His large brown eyes subconsciously examined every part of Kuwabara’s physique. From the shirt that clung to his arms to the tight jeans around his—

“What the hell was I doing?” Yuusuke accidentally blurted.

Kuwabara glanced over at him, puzzled. “What are you talking about Urameshi? You just missed your attack. What’s the big deal?”

Yuusuke stared blankly at Kuwabara for a moment before placing his hand behind his head and slapping a cheesy grin over his face. Rather than lightening the situation, he succeeded only in further worrying Kuwabara.

“Are… are you okay? You’re not feeling sick are you?”

“Me? Sick? Never! Heh… Heh, heh…”

“Do you wanna finish the game or not?” Kuwabara asked, leaning against the foot of the bed.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m gonna play,” Yuusuke agreed, lying back on the floor and picking a new character.

“FIGHT!”

Kuwabara put everything he could into playing, feeling that he had to match Yuusuke somehow. Some way. He looked down at his friend and noticed the intense look in his eyes. His muscles tensed and his own eyes trailed over Yuusuke’s back. They were always competing. Who was the fastest, strongest, best at everything. It had always been like that. Subconsciously Kuwabara reached over and placed his hands on Yuusuke’s shoulders. They were tense under his fingers. He began to rub them, digging his fingers into the shoulder blades and using his thumbs to massage the upper-mid back. He didn’t know how he had gotten to the position, nor why, but he continued.

Yuusuke lowered his head, lost all sense of what was going on. Oh, how his muscles ached. He let out a sigh of relief as Kuwabara continued to knead his fingers into his back.

Between the soft sighs escaping Yuusuke’s lips there was a knock at the door. Kuwabara and Yuusuke immediately looked up to see a red-haired man standing in the doorframe. Yuusuke quickly sat up. Kuwabara tried to scoot backwards to escape embarrassment, only to slip and fall forward, his hand falling around something unintentional. His crotch. Yuusuke stared at him in horror for a moment before hastily backing away and regaining shreds of his dignity.

“Uh, hi Kurama…” Yuusuke said, leaning calmly against the wall.

Kuwabara rose quickly, only to stumble upon some of the mess on the floor, once again falling and dragging Yuusuke with him into an embarrassing position. Now his head rested in Yuusuke’s lap, arms wrapped around him. It took them both a moment to realize what had happened.

“Er, KUWABARA!!” Yuusuke roared, tossing Kuwabara away and standing up, hopefully away from any other mishaps.

Kurama covered his mouth, trying not to let any laughter escape, but that was nearly impossible. He had noticed a growing bond between Yuusuke and Kuwabara… And the closer they seemed to acknowledge the feelings the more they made the most… ironic mistakes.

“So… Hi Kurama… Erm…” Kuwabara stuttered, voice drowning away into speechlessness.

Kurama leaned casually against the doorframe. “I was coming to check up on you guys, but I seem to have interrupted something…?” He had been acting rather light-hearted lately, especially since Koenma hadn’t called upon the team lately. And the more time they were all given away from any missions, the more time they all got reacquainted with the more natural human emotions. Part of the explanation for Keiko and Botan to start becoming curious with each other.

“No, we were just playing a game,” Yuusuke stated. He paused. “…of a video game… a fighting game… Yeah.” What is going on with me? This isn’t even like me! Why did I like what Kuwa--?!

Kurama smiled at his friends. They usually asked for help, without actually asking for it, so how was he going to help these two realize their feelings for each other? Or am I just interested to see how they would react? What am I thinking? Heh, heh… Maybe it would be interesting.

“Aw, crap!” Yuusuke exclaimed, moving his hands to his rear and rubbing it.

Kuwabara’s eyebrow twitched. “U—Urameshi?”

Yuusuke looked up; hands still on his rear, eyes watery. Chop sticks. He’d sat upon a pair of chopsticks in the clutter on his bed.

“So what game were you playing?” Kurama asked trying to shift the subject to a more comfortable situation.

“Some fighting game Urameshi got,” Kuwabara replied.

“And the bet?” Kurama asked.

“Bet?!?”

“The bet. The wager. What does the winner get?” Kurama asked.

“We just play for fun,” Kuwabara answered.

Kurama nodded, slinking seductively into the room. He leaned close to Kuwabara, eyes sparkling. Face to face. “No… prize?”

The room’s temperature seemed to rise as Kuwabara’s face flushed.

Kurama giggled, “Your face is priceless Kuwabara-kun.” He turned to Yuusuke, eyes flashing almost jealously. “I was just suggesting that you play a game with a prize.”

Yuusuke shrugged and headed for the bedroom door.

“Yuusuke-kun, where are you going?” Kurama asked, hoping to lure him back with a friendly tone.

“Urameshi was just about to leave. He was scared I was going to beat him.”

That did it.

“ME? Scared? Never!”

“And the rules? The game?” Kurama asked.

“This was your idea… you pick,” Yuusuke said, glaring at Kuwabara.

“Um, I was just—“

“Well?” Kuwabara asked, keeping his glare even with Yuusuke.

“How about Truth or Dare? The winner decides the prize.”

Kuwabara and Yuusuke both nodded, then stared expectantly at Kurama.

“Well…?”

Kurama stared blankly at them.

“Question?”

Kurama’s eyes widened. “I didn’t say—“

“What’s the first question?” Kuwabara asked, plopping down on the floor.

I wasn’t supposed to play…

 

***

 

“I’ve kissed Kuwabara’s cheek, happy now?” Yuusuke asked, sitting back against the bed, arms folded.

“No. I said his mouth.” Kurama shook his finger.

“But—“ Kuwabara whined.

“Do it or lose a piece of clothing,” Kurama commanded, his voice more evil and stern than before.

Yuusuke leaned forward and quickly pecked Kuwabara’s lips before he could whine again.

“I knew I should have picked truth,” Yuusuke muttered, pulling his knees to his chest. He had refused to tongue Kuwabara, refused to let anyone know his size (among other things) and now had only his under shirt, plaid boxers, and his right sock. Kurama seemed to be winning- still being fully clothed after a half-hour of play.

“Heh, my turn,” Yuusuke said eyeing Kuwabara, “Truth of Dare, Kuwabara?”

“Truth.”

“Again?” Yuusuke whined.

“Okay, your question is: If Botan and Yukina were in a girly magazine fondling each other, would you buy it?” Yuusuke asked.

“Yu—Yukina-san!!” Kuwabara whined.

“Just answer the question.”

“That’s – I’m not answering that question, Urameshi!”

“Then take it off,” Yuusuke said flatly. Kuwabara had his undershirt, boxers, and his jeans. He usually answered questions until Yukina was mentioned. Yuusuke seemed to have caught onto this.

“No.” Kuwabara pouted, “That wasn’t a fair question.”

How he’s acting even more out of character…Yuusuke mumbled to himself.

“Kuwabara, the rules are the rules…” Kurama sighed and looked at the door, keeping an eye out. He didn’t want to be caught here, by anyone.

“Buuuttt…” Kuwabara started to whine again.

Impatiently Yuusuke rifled through a pile of junk and grabbed a pack of cigarettes, fishing one out and lighting it. He tilted his head, parted his lips, and blew out a trail of smoke.

Kuwabara’s mouth opened, his eyes set on Yuusuke.

Black leather vest open over his skin, partially covering the leather tight pants forming over his form, a pair of cuffs being held in one of the belt loops. A cigarette in one hand, the handle of a whip in the other…

Kurama looked over to the jaw-dropped Kuwabara and smiled softly, moving his hand to close his friend’s mouth.

Yuusuke looked over to his carrot-topped friend. He appeared to be in another world. “Eh, Kuwabara… answer or lose it…”

Kuwabara shook his head and sighed, removed his undershirt.

“Happy now?” Kuwabara sat back down, slumping over.

Yuusuke took another drag from his cigarette. “Kurama.”

Kurama looked up and nodded, “Um, truth or dare Yuusuke-kun?”

“Dare,” Yuusuke replied, a smirk curled off his lips.

Kurama tapped his knee, trying to think of a dare for Urameshi; a good one was nearly impossible. Suddenly his eyes twinkled, “Same as the last dare—but on the mouth.”

“Kurama…” Yuusuke gave up and leaned forward, holding his hand back a bit so that the cigarette wouldn’t burn anything—or anyone.

“But—Ura—“ Kuwabara was cut off by Yuusuke’s mouth pressing softly into his. Kuwabara’s eyes shot open to see Yuusuke’s closed.

Yuusuke pulled back and took another drag from his cigarette. He moved to sit back in his spot.

“Aaaah—k’so!!” He jumped up from his seat and turned to face the same pair of chopsticks from earlier.

Kuwabara keeled over laughing insanely and Kurama tried to hide his giggles. Yuusuke leapt around the room several times with his hands sealed around his butt.

Yuusuke repositioned himself more comfortably across from Kuwabara, and away from any more chopsticks or mess.

“Kuwabara-kun? There’s someone here to see you,” Yuusuke’s mother said walking past Yuusuke’s room oblivious to the game.

“Hai!” Kurama said standing up abruptly.

”But—“

“--Kurama?”

“I’ll be back, you can continue without me,” Kurama said quickly gathering his removed clothing and tossing it on as he left the two gamers.

Yuusuke shrugged and took another drag from his almost finished cigarette, “Ok, so truth or dare?”

“Still playing?” Kuwabara questioned cautiously.

Kurama had already shut the door behind him and had left the room. Kuwabara looked longingly at the door, waiting for some sort of help. Now with just Yuusuke and himself, he wasn’t sure what was bound to occur.

“Wimping out?” Yuusuke asked.

“Hell no, Urameshi! Never! I choose dare!!” Kuwabara braved. “Ok then. Kiss me,” Yuusuke said eyes closed leaning against the bed.

“What?!?!” Kuwabara exclaimed, “you want me to—“

”Kiss me. I mean really. You always act like such a wimp. Prove to me that you’re not a wimp, Kuwabara, and take my dare.”

Leaning over calmly Kuwabara took a deep breath and slowly moved his lips along Yuusuke’s. Gently letting their lips meet before increasing the pressure. Sending a chill down his spine he felt Yuusuke’s mouth open slightly inviting the kiss along. Almost tempted to deepen the kiss, Kuwabara quickly pulled away.

“There.”

“Hmph,” Yuusuke said finishing his cigarette.

“What was that for?”

“You’re turn,” Yuusuke said ignoring the question.

“Truth or dare, Urameshi.”

“Truth,” Yuusuke answered.

“Why did you want that dare?”

Yuusuke’s face was quickly changed from simple amusement to a slight expression of shock. He hadn’t expected that to come from Kuwabara. Nor had he expected to answer.

“No comment.”

“Comment, or lose.”

“No comment,” Yuusuke said tossing another piece of clothing off.

This seemed to repeat itself with an occasion feel up there, or personal question every now and then. But whenever it came to their feelings, the other would refuse to answer, losing another piece of clothing.

The two were left in nothing but boxers and staring at each other wide-eyed and flushed.

“Truth or dare, Yuusuke.”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to—“ Kuwabara paused looking around the room. Nothing left. No more chopsticks to stick in places they didn’t belong. No more paper to eat. No more things to make fart noises with. No more insane pranks.

“Well?” Yuusuke asked slightly annoyed, trying not to show any sort of amusement with the game.

“Pick your own dare,” Kuwabara finished.

Yuusuke stared at his friend for a while, astonished at the dare. What to do? Any boundaries? Any lines? Anything?

Before giving Kuwabara the chance to make up his mind, he leaned forward and pressed his lips forcefully against Kuwabara’s. Increasing the pressure he moved his hands over Kuwabara’s upper arms in amusement .

Kuwabara’s eyes were open and watching as Yuusuke willingly made out with him, and had begun moving his hands over his body.

“Yuusuke I’m ba—“ a voice rung from the door.

Yuusuke leapt off of Kuwabara landing on his butt and hitting his back hard against a tower of boxes. That, then, fell over on top of Yuusuke exposing all of his dirty magazines and videos. Kuwabara had also flung backwards, but with no where to move all he did was hit the wall behind him, sending a picture that hung above his head to fall onto his head. The two lay in the middle of the floor injured, but with grins on their faces.

Kurama shook his head at the two, “Not exactly what I had in mind, but it worked.”

 

That’s the end?? Gomen. But, yes. What, were you expecting a lemon? Sorry. I tried to do comedy-- maybe next time a lemon would be better for me -_-;