Partners by Moonlight

(AN: Bah, I feel a bit silly having to put a warning about this, but it seems the best thing to do. -.- There’s a bit of het towards the end... I don’t want or wish to edit it out, it’s a major part of the plotline. If it bothers you I’m sorry... sort of. I prefer thinking that while the Makai isn’t a nice place to live, it is at least one place where people have more important things t tha than inflict their prejudices on another being. ^_^* Like surviving, since it’s such a violent place. (Or in other words, some of them are bi. Deal with it.) I value all of my readers’ opinions, but I don’t want any complaining about the het.)

Chapter 12

Drinking Won’t Make It Go Away


Trying to put the image past him, Kuroune summoned a half smile and then promptly shoved a demon from his place by the bar. The weak demon must have sensed his mood, it did nothing but grumble a complaint and walk away.

“Cranky? What’s the matter boy?” Johon grinned ear to ear, which was quite an impressive feat. The gargoyle was sitting two stools down, apparently speaking with the bartender.

Kuroune shook his head, ordering a shot of their trade mark liquor. “I really don’t want to talk about it.” As soon as the drink arrived he picked it up and tossed the fiery liquid down his throat.

“Hey Lent,” the gargoyle tossed a velvet bag onto the bar top. “Just send over a bottle, a full one if you please.” The bartender smiled and nodded, reaching under the counter for a fresh bottle. “Here you go youngin. Drink if you think it will help.”

“Thank you,” Kuroune murmured, pouring another shot for himself. It wasn’t important. They had never made a claim on each other, just that they were partners. Why should it matter who or what Kurama slept with? For some reason, it did. The very thought of him rolling in bed with those... Kuroune had to stop that thought, the bile rising in his throat. Or maybe it was the liquor, which was already working it’s magic on the irate demon.

“Thank you? Heh, been awhile since I last heard one of those...”

The winged demon blinked as a thought suddenly occurred to him. He turned to Johon, “what are you doing here?”

Johon regarded him with some humor, stone ears twitching a bit. “What, I’m not allowed to enjoy a good drink?”

“I was just wondering...” His mind already wandered away from their conversation, this time concentrating on the music that played hauntingly through the tavern. Flutes and a female vocalist, one who had a feathery light voice that matched the instrument she was singing with. The soprano voice never sang any words, just hummed a few octaves above the flute, causing the eerie but pretty sounds to blend together.

“Tch, just because my outsides are made of stone, doesn’t mean my innards are as well.” The gargoyle leaned forward, “although... if you happen to see an angry looking demons that are looking for me, I’d appreciate it greatly if you didn’t alert them to my weaknesses.” Johon smiled and swatted playfully at Kuroune’s leg.

Kuroune managed a weak smile for his companions benefit. It was odd to have someone try to cheer him up, no one but Kurama had really showed him any positive attention. The winged demon felt uneasy that Johon was making the effort, so he changed kept both glasses filled to prevent further conversations.

~*O*~

Some time well into the evening, and after twelve shots of the strongest liquor the bar keeper had, Kuroune meandered upstairs with a sweet looking bar maid that had caught his eye. It was the air of innocence around her that attracted him... and just about every other demon. He knew it was only a matter of time until one of them got too greedy and spilled her blood. That’s why innocence was a rare quality in the Makai.

The girl blushed cutely as he sat down on the chair in her room and waved her towards him. Kuroune handled his liquor better than he thought he would have, only a slight dizzy feeling telling him that he was drunk, instead of the room spinning like crazy. As soon as the bar maid had come close enough, he pulled the girl to him and kissed her softly. She melted into his arms, her hands awkwardly roaming around his body. Once he broke the kiss she knelt in front of him, unbuttoning his pants and taking out the hardening member. With out hesitation she took his full length into her mouth. Twenty minutes passed of her unusually skilled mouth moving over his member. They both were too preoccupied with what she was doing to have heard the kitsune slip into her room.

“Is this where you’ve been hiding? Hm, and I thought you said you were picky about your bed mates.” The youko’s voice made the girl yelp and jump, her teeth luckily missed knicking Kuroune’s sensitive flesh.

“I am...” He glared at Kurama, the last person he wanted to see at the moment. “Keep going lovely, you’re doing great.” The girl nodded and went back to her former actions. To Kuroune it didn’t seem like long after that when his orgasm hit, the liquor sneaking up on him and causing him to fade in and out of consciousness.

One glare from Kurama sent the girl packing, returning to her job downstairs. Once alone the kitsune stepped in front of his partner, putting a hand on either side of the arm rests and leaning down. “How was it?” Kurama whispered into Kuroune’s pointed ear.

The winged demon was still reeling from his orgasm, and honestly the liquor as well, so he kept his voice quiet. “Better than you’ll ever be.” It was a lie, but Kuroune knew Kurama well. Attacking his prided ‘skills’ would hurt him more than any other insult Kuroune could come up with.

Kurama’s tail fluffed to three times it’s size as he glared down at his partner.”You’re saying that just to piss me off.”

“Nope...”

“Hn...” Kurama tapped his foot against the floor, staring at the drunken demon. Kuroune’s icy gaze matched his own, apparently something he had picked up from him. “Then I’ll prove you wrong.”

It was more than he’d care to admit, but Kurama really was better than the girl. Keeping his moaning to just panting wasn’t easy, but he did it. The youko grazed his teeth along Kuroune’s member then plunged his head down. Taking the full length into his mouth, he rolled his tongue around the base, sneaking it out to lap at his sack. Drawing his head up once again, Kurama dipped his tongue into the slit at the tip and then thrust the full length back into his mouth. He repeated his actions for a while, one hand massaging the winged demon’s inner thigh while the other rubbed at his balls. As soon as Kurama felt the muscles in Kuroune’s inner thighs tighten, he changed his tactics to purely drawing the member in and out of his mouth, lips tightening around it.

No matter how the kitsune pleasured him, there was a feeling of anger that was ever present. Kuroune spent the remainder of his mind that still functioned, not that there was much left, concentrating on the sensations. If he thought of how Kurama looked being ridden by that... The winged demon sighed. Being drunk wasn’t all that it was cracked up to be, especially since thoughts wander easily to things one wouldn’t like to think of.

Kuroune’s release slammed into him, his body automatically responding to the explosion of pleasure by twitching once then stiffening. The dark haired demon slumped over, his head touching the tips of Kurama’s ears.

“Not as good, ne?” The youko pushed Kuroune back, putting his elbows on either sides of his thighs. “I think you’re full of shit. You can’t tell me you didn’t love that...” Kurama leaned forward and brushed his lips against Kuroune’s.

“Get off of me.”

“Are you really that surprised by what you saw?” Kurama laughed, “you know my rep-“

”You’re right, I know you’re reputation. How could I have forgotten the slutty youko Kurama’s rep? Get off me NOW.” Kuroune roughly pushed the kitsune off, said person landing on his rear. After buttoning his pants Kuroune rose and headed for the door. Kurama had other ideas.

“What the hell is your problem?” The kitsune raised his hand to brush his fingers past Kuroune’s cheek. “Did seeing that really bother you that much?”

“No. Why would it bother me? It’s not like you mean anything to me. Or like wise.”

Kurama jerked his hand back like the winged demon had bitten him. “You don’t me-”

”Just fuck off for a minute, alright?”

Kurama growled putting himself between Kuroune and the door. “I want to-”

The dark haired demon held his hand as if he were about to strike Kurama with the back of it. To Kuroune’s surprise, Kurama flinched and turned his head away. “Look... The next time you feel the need to stick that,” the winged demon none too gently grabbed Kurama’s crotch, “some where other than me, do it in their room. Or give me my own room. That’s all I ask.” Kuroune pushed the kitsune aside and kicked open the door. He didn’t know where he was going, but sure as hell didn’t want to be around Kurama. The winged demon sighed, he was going to pay for his words later. Kurama wasn’t the forgiving type. It bothered him, why he would take offense to Kurama being... well, himself.

“Damn...” Kuroune collapsed against a tree near the creak. He held out his hands, looking down at them. They weren’t at all like his sister’s... She had been too caring, that’s why she died. She died for him... Kuroune scrubbed at his face. He was letting himself care for someone, like she had for him. Using the tree to get up, Kuroune silently swore to himself to kill any lingering feelings he had for the youko. It’d be wiser just to move on, let the damn narcissist be himself.

~*O*~

Apparently he had made it back to his own bed, though the trip there was more than slightly blurry. Kurama wasn’t in bed with him, or any where else in the room. Slowly Kuroune began to sit up, his efforts being rewarded by a splitting headache. His mouth tasted bitter and was dry. His stomach grumbled at him, protesting the night he had spent drinking. Thankfully he only felt slightly nauseous which was not enough to be spending his morning in the bathroom.

Vaguely Kuroune remembered picking a fight with a tall speckled demon shortly after returning to the tavern. Johon had cheered him on the whole time, laughing when his drunk opponent would miss Kuroune. The winged demon sighed and tried yet again to sit up. He had learned his lesson. No more trying to out drink a gargoyle. Kurama had gotten to him some time that night, since his clothes were stripped off and set to the side. A few purpling marks on his body reminded him that not all of his opponent’s hits missed. There were three on his chest and one on his inner thigh, more than likely from a kick. Getting dressed with out making his head feel as though it were about to fall off was a challenge, one he faced well. A few times, after the pain lessened, his half asleep mind forgot to move slowly and he’d jerk his head ne sne side or bend down too low. By the time he was finished dressing, his head was pounding violently. He felt as though his brain would soon ooze out of his ears. Glancing out the window by chance, Kuroune noticed the kitsune talking to someone while leaning against a tree. There was no way to tell who he was talking to, the porch roof obscured his vision. Leaving now for their next hit was the most logical thing to do, despite his body’s objections. He took the time to draw his hair up into a pony tail then put his hat on. There weren’t many things he owned and traveled with so he shoved those precious few things into his pockets and left.

The tavern was quiet and devoid of people, the drunks gone to nurse their own hang overs and the people who worked at the bar sleeping while they could. Lent, the barkeep, was still awake and cleaning things up when the winged demon walked by. The door was open slightly, light pooling in odd patterns on the floor. Cool air blew through the crack bringing the sweet morning air... that was also tinged with the scent freshly spilled blood. Nothing new to him though, it always smelt like that. He opened the door and stepped through, cringing from the already bright light of the early morning. The path to the youko was paved with odd shapes of slate, some half his size while others were smaller than his fist. Something caught his eye in the grass a few feet from the porch. Moving closer he noticed a body in the among the sharp green blades. The body had been pierced by the blades, thousands of small deep cuts were all over the visible portions of the bod. Upooseroser inspection Kuroune, jerked his head back and stared in wonder at Kurama then glanced back at the body. It was the bar maid from night before, the girl’s lifeless eyes staring up at him mixed with fear and pain. Kurama noticed what he was looking at, then discreetly softened the blades of grass to their normal height and bluntness.

“Did you have to do that?” Not that Kuroune cared if the girl had passed or not, he couldn’t understand why Kurama would hurt her. She posed no threat to either of them, as far as he knew.

Kurama narrowed his eyes as he walked to Kuroune, taking his chin between his two fingers in grip firm enough to later leave a bruise. The kitsune stared at the winged demon for a few moments then leaned closer to whisper, “you’re mine.”