Partners by Moonlight

(AN: Eep, sorry for taking so long with this, but it's an extra long chapter at least. ^^; Thank you for everyone that reviewed, and reminded me to update. I hope you all enjoy this chapter.)


Slowly Kuronue woke from slumber, aware of a tickling on his nose. He opened his eyes; somehow in the middle of the night they had found each other, Kurama’s head laid on his chest and the winged demon’s arms were draped loosely around his kitsune. Soft, silvery hair brushed against his face with every rise and fall of his chest. He blew the strands away, tightening his grip on Kurama while he could enjoy it. They never fell asleep like this anymore, and when ever Kurama would wake and find himself in his lover’s arms, he’d pull away. The same went for Kuronue in similar situations. Both enjoyed and relaxed in each other’s arms while dreaming, but neither wanted to express the extent of their feelings by being in a loving embrace. Stubborn, that word described them both, and made Kuronue smile.

For the several weeks that had passed they silently enjoyed each other’s company, much like the times when Kurama and he were alone in the kitsune’s den. Kuronue was on the way to a full recovery, physically at least. Mentally... He sighed, eyes narrowing. Kurama had stuck to Yoriko’s directions, they hadn’t had sex in what seemed like forever. Not even a friendly hand job or that wretched kitsune’s mouth wrapped around him. Kuronue sighed again, lifting his hand to rub at the bridge of his nose. Thinking about such things didn’t help. He’d lived years without sex, a measly few weeks had gone by and it was driving him insane. Maybe it wouldn’t bother him as much if the sadistic side of Kurama didn’t find so much glee in driving him to the point where he was almost ready to beg for his lover’s touch before stopping. His pride wouldn’t let him do it himself, not that it would relieve much of the tension. Nothing but pounding relentlessly into Kurama would make him feel better.... Another thought that didn’t help matters. If his stomach wasn’t still so sensitive, things would be drastically different. Sitting up only gave him a dull ache, the muscles still repairing themselves.

Laying there with Kurama gave him time to think, which wasn’t always a good thing. His brother wouldn’t be idle, he was as wily as Kuronue was. He’d seek any means possible to live. The fact that he knew just how much Kurama meant to him would be a valuable asset, one he’d use against Kuronue in a heart beat. Idly he wondered what his father would say, or how he’d react. Kurama might be seen as an interloper, taking what was his to begin with. It wasn’t something he liked to admit, nor did he agree with, but that was exactly how his father saw his son as; a tool, something to screw or torture when he was bored with the others. Leaving would be a good idea, and soon. His father probably knew where he was. Putting his host and the woman who helped him live at risk was unacceptable, even if it meant bearing an attack from his father while not fully healed.

Kurama stirred, sleepily rubbing his cheek against Kuronue’s chest. The action made him smile, strongly resisting the urge to stroke his soft hair. Instead, he closed his eyes and forced the smile from his lips. The silver youko’s tail bat at Kuronue’s thigh, ears flicking now and then.

“Mmmmmm.....” Kurama stretched, then opened his eyes quickly, noticing where he was. Looking up to make sure Kuronue hadn’t witnessed his slip, Kurama edged away, grabbing one of the pillows and hugging it as he further arched his back to continue stretching.

Kuronue opened an eye and smiled. “Very cat-like this morning....” He reached out and stroked the hair between the kitsune’s ears. “Good kitty...” Thankfully he jerked his hand back before Kurama could bite him. Through trial and error, Kuronue had learned that if Kurama snapped at him, he meant to break skin.

“If I’m a cat, then you’re a rat with wings.”

“I don’t have a tail...”

“Then you’re a tailless rat with wings.”

“Just so long as we’re clear on that.” Kuronue nodded solemnly.

“Bah...” Kurama rolled out of bed, heading for the door. “I’ll make us some breakfast...” He froze, glaring at the smiling Kuronue. “Don’t say it, or I’ll only make enough for me... And what has you smiling so early? You’re usually not a morning person.”

“I’m saving my grouchy-ness for later, I don’t feel like it this morning.”

“Saving it... For when you can bitch at me for not humping you yet?” Kurama flashed a smile then left, closing the door behind him.

Kuronue sighed and scrubbed at his face. They really did enjoy ruffling the other’s feathers. It seemed like a primitive way to express their feelings; anyone else that would annoy Kurama as much as Kuronue could, would have died long ago. Leaning his head against the pillow, he tried to sleep in a little more before Kurama would bring in their food.

~oOo~

“Feel better?” Kuronue mumbled as he wiped his mouth, bits of the biscuit he had just polished off sticking to the corners of his lips. Biscuits, meat, eggs and a bit of juice; Kurama never cooked one thing, he always had large selections.

“Hmph... I didn’t feel bad in the first place.” The kitsune mumbled back.

“Kurama....We have to leave.”

“I know, I have most of our things packed. I figured we’d double back to Tanarda then go south for a while. There are some little towns along the way, but much further down there’s Sancary.” Kurama paused, smirking. “It’s great, lots of wealthy people live there since it’s actually one of the few beautiful cities in the Makai. Of course we’ll need aliases, or I will at least. They’re pretty picky who they let in. If we use the majority of our road ration money to look the part of a rich snob, I’m sure they’d let us in. Plus, it’s really peaceful there, so we could hang out, and rob it slowly to enjoy the scenery, then ransack it and leave.” Kuronue watched him with mild amusement. Once Kurama got started on the subject of their newest target, it was hard to shut him up. The winged demon never minded, since he had never seen Kurama speak as long as he had to him, or ramble on like that in front of another. “It sits on the edge of this waterfall; which I’ve put up bets with a few demons as to when it will finally go tumbling over. Every storm, a bit more of the base rock the city sits on goes underwater or washes away. Only a matter of time...” Kurama rubbed his hands together then blinked at Kuronue’s expression. “What?”

“How’d you know I wanted to leave?”

The kitsune’s ears flicked, showing his annoyance. “Don’t you think I know you by now? You’re probably worried about your father showing up again. Plus... you don’t react well to convalescence. Trying to keep you here and occupied is too much of a chore.”

“Occupied my ass...”

“I haven’t occupied your ass for awhile... Don’t remind me of things I can’t have.” Kurama sighed sadly, almost managing a convincing pout.

Kuronue rolled his eyes and edged slowly out of bed. “If you weren’t such a tease, hell if you weren’t so damn rough, it wouldn’t be something you can’t have.” Once he managed to stand, he flexed his stomach muscles, wincing a little at the dull ache. They were annoyingly weak still. Two more weeks, and he would be able to grab that smug kitsune then do all the things he had thought of while Kurama had teased him.

Kurama snuck forward on the bed, petting Kuronue’s rear possessively. “You like it rough...”

“Hn.” It was true, but Kuronue wasn’t going to say that... not with out some compensation first. “If you’re not going to do anything, then stop.”

“Why? Does it turn you on?”

“Nope. You’re just that annoying.”

“Liar...” Kurama gently pulled Kuronue back down to the bed, sitting him between the silver youko’s legs. “Let’s see...” A long claw-like nail brushed over Kuronue’s lap. Wings flinched a little as Kuronue’s chin lifted.

“Damn you...”

Kurama chuckled a little, nuzzling his neck. The claw returned with friends, dull points dragging over the already hardened length. “Poor Kuro, all hard and no one to help you out...”

“Stop that.” Kuronue smacked at the kitsune’s hand. “If you aren’t going to finish, then don’t start...”

“What if I want to finish?” He murmured against his lover’s neck, breath tickling the sensitive area. “You’ve waited long enough...” Kurama snuck his hand under the loose and soft pants Kuronue was wearing, smiling at his gasp. Slowly his fingers walked down his lower stomach, stopping at the base of his length and then rubbed to the right at the tense inner thigh. He stroked there then tickled his way to the other thigh, making certain to steer clear of the throbbing member.

“Stop teasing me, dammit!” Kuronue hissed, a bit of him hoping that this time Kurama would respond by touching him.

“Anticipation is everything...”

“I’ve been anticipating for three weeks. It’s ceased to be amusing, Kurama. Either start it or leave me alone.” Kuronue gasped as a warm hand found it’s way to his length, thumb rubbing at the edges of the tip. With agonizingly slow strokes, Kuronue’s length hardened, each caress wringing a gasp from the neglected demon. Kurama’s other hand flattened over his lower stomach, pushing him back against his lover.

“Relax... I’ll take care of you.” The kitsune murmured, nibbling on Kuronue’s pointed ear tip. A pink-ish red tongue slid out, licking from earlobe to tip then back down, nibbling at places he deemed worthy. Kuronue moaned, a delicious sound after so long of an absence of such noises. As soon as his partner was fully healed, Kurama would hear what he longed to hear; their moans and pants mixed together, a chorus of pleasure echoing from wall to wall. Secretly Kurama was pleased with himself for holding back. He could have easily found relief else where for what he needed while Kuronue recuperated, the winged demon didn’t even have to find out about those sorts of excursions. It just felt... wrong. After all, the wounds were received on his behalf. That was the only reason... Kuronue’s hips started to twitch, urging him to move his hand more quickly. Not wanting to disappoint he obliged, squeezing the base then pulling up, tip almost out of his grasp before pushing back down. Kurama tried to still the other’s hips, not wanting to worsen the injury and ruin his chances of getting any some time soon. It wouldn’t take long to bring him to release, Kurama at least hoped. His actions had him aroused as well...

“Kurama...” Kuronue reached behind him, fingers weaving into the silver youko’s hair. He tightened his grip at the base of his skull, pulling gently back on the soft strands. As Kurama lifted his chin Kuronue turned his head, attacking the offered skin with bites and licks, occasionally placing soft kisses here and there. Soon all he could do was lean his forehead against Kurama’s neck, his world narrowing down to the kitsune’s hand on his length. With a hiss he came, followed by a loud moan, flashes of light dancing in front of his eyes as the pleasure leaked into his veins and warmed his blood. He sagged against Kurama, panting heavily. “Damn.” Gently he let go of his kitsune’s hair, scratching down his neck and chest.

“Damn? That’s all I get?”

“Mmm... thank you.”

“Better,” he smirked, lifting his hand to lap off his lover’s seed. “Messy, you got it all over you pants.”

“Bah... I don’t care.”

Kurama chuckled, leaning his head a little against Kuronue. “I bet not much would matter right now... Look, we’ll leave tonight. If your father’s idiots are waiting for us outside the entrance, we at least have the cover of night to work toward our advantage.”

“Or theirs...” Kuronue mumbled, still working on calming his breathing.

“True. Let’s just do it my way. Besides Kuro, you need to rest.” He flicked his tail at that, smug smile fitting his lips.

“You will too...” Kuronue shifted a little, rubbing his body against Kurama’s lap.

“Stop that.” Kurama snapped, glaring down at Kuronue. “You aren’t up to it.”

“I don’t have to use anything that involves those muscles.”

“....Gah! Stop it.” So close... so close to just pushing Kuronue to the floor and screwing him silly. “As good as you are at that... I rather have your body than a temporary fix.” Somehow Kuronue’s lips met his, reminding him of just how skilled that mouth and tongue were. By the time the kiss ended Kurama was gasping for breath, body aching for some sort of touch. Kuronue had turned in his arms with out him knowing it, brilliantly lustful eyes staring back him. Kurama’s ears were alert and forward, tail fluffed slightly and beating madly against the bed, as if that action alone kept him from taking exactly what he wanted.

“You need something, Kurama.” Kuronue said too sweetly, looking overly smug for his own good, by Kurama’s standards.

“You little prick... You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

He nodded, “every pained breath you take. It’s only fair, after all that you were doing to me.”

“The fact that I just took pity on you doesn’t make you feel bad for this at all?”

“Nope. I have no conscience.”

Kurama growled then blinked, smiling to himself. “I said you needed to rest, Kuro.” He dipped his hand into his pants, eyes narrowing a little. Licking his lips he smiled at Kuronue, “go sleep, I can do it myself.”

“.....Bastard...” That damn kitsune would do anything to ruin his plans of torture. Still... “Well, then I wouldn’t mind watching.”

The youko shrugged, pushing his pants down a little, stroking his member. “Watch, sleep, jerk off too... I don’t care what you do, ungrateful ass.” It had been a long time since he’d had to touch himself; usually if he felt the need he’d grab Kuronue or some other demon that was worthy. Kuronue’s eyes on him made it strangely erotic; every movement was taken in, agitating the winged demon further. Not long after he started he felt himself speed his hand, eyes almost closed, too involved to see Kuronue slide from the bed and onto his knees.

In one smooth tug he pulled Kurama closer, using the blanket underneath him to drag him to the edge of the bed. It made his stomach throb in protest, still healing muscles singing their abuse. Kuronue didn’t care. Pushing away Kurama’s hand his stuck his tongue out at the kitsune that peered questioningly down at him. Moving before Kurama’s hand could resume it’s task, he lapped at the tip a few times then sucked it into his mouth. The youko’s hands shot to Kuronue’s head, digging his fingers into the black silk. Kuronue lowered his head, taking more of the member into him, teeth teasingly scraped over flesh. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, and it elicited a low moan from Kurama. He mimicked the pace Kurama’s hand had set, soon tasting the familiar taste of his lover and wishing for more. Kuronue snaked his arms under the youko’s thighs then over, gripping him for balance as his wings spread to further steady him. Kurama’s tail was still, tip only twitching now and then. Knowing his kitsune well, Kuronue closed his eyes and moved his head even faster. He was close; the moaning had all but been replaced by fevered panting, fingers tightening in his hair. A shuddering gasp was the only warning he had; Kuronue pushed his head down quickly, Kurama’s release leaking down his throat. Kurama’s fingers relaxed, stroking the hair he had clutched at in silent gratitude. Lifting his head, Kuronue lapped at the tip, cleaning away the left over beads of cum. “We should rest now...” Kuronue said with a small smirk.

Adjusting his pants and sighing, Kurama nodded. “Yeah... here,” he offered his hand, helping Kuronue rise from the floor with little pain to his winged demon. Kurama didn’t let go, instead he settled back in the bed, tugging Kuronue down with him. Once comfortable on the soft pillow he scooted over more, offering a larger space for Kuronue.

“Thanks...” Sleep pulled at his senses, finally letting the effects of his earlier orgasm take him over. He laid beside Kurama on his back, carefully not striking the kitsune with his wing by pulling it closer.

“Aaaah... food and fun... I’ve missed that...”

“Me too...” Kuronue murmured sleepily.

“We should combine the two.”

He turned his head toward the kitsune, rolling his eyes. “Something you’ve cooked too, ne? With how obsessed you are with food I’m surprised you’re not a chubby kitsune.”

“I’m not obsessed... It’s just a hobby. I’m not a chubby kitsune, as you put it, because I don’t eat large quantities of what I make. Unlike some... who could eat mountains of my food and yet still retain the body I love to touch. It’s unfair...” He rolled onto his stomach, releasing Kuronue’s hand to stroke his well toned flank instead.

“Fast metabolism... always had it.” Kuronue closed his eyes, ready for sleep to claim him... when ever Kurama would be silent.

“Fast metabolism... Bah. Maybe my dragging you to bed all the time is a better work out than you think.” Kurama said smugly, tail thumping Kuronue’s thigh.

“....You’d say anything to justify your sexual needs, wouldn’t you?”

“Probably.” With a smirk he leaned over and kissed Kuronue’s shoulder. “Go to sleep.”

“I’ve been trying to.”

“Why can’t you?”

Kuronue groaned, opening his eyes again. “Because you won’t shut up...” Something dawned on him, knowledge collected over the time spent with Kurama. “You can’t stand it when someone else has the last word, can you?”

“I.... Oh fine.”

“Sleep Kurama, we’ll leave tonight.”

“Okay.”

“.....You’re so annoying.”

“Meh, you like having the last word too. We’ll never sleep.” Kurama chuckled, closing his eyes.

“Seems that way.” He yawned, closing his eyes as well.

“We’ll be doing this in our sleep...”

“More than likely...” Silence followed, a light snore a few minutes later, confirming Kuronue’s suspicions. While their actions were childish, it was something they’d only act out when alone with each other. A half mumbled thought was the last thing he said before falling asleep as well. “I finally beat you at something, my kitsune.”