How they Met

Yoko tried to conceal his pride as his student returned victorious from his first actual thieving mission. The fox had been nearby, of course, not interfering but there if anything went wrong. But Kuronue didn’t have to know that.

Yoko was more impressed than he cared to admit. It’d taken him years to get to this point, where it had taken Kuronue mere weeks. Then again, he’d had to learn by trial-and-error and learn what not to do that hard way. He grinned as Kuronue approached and ruffled his hair, ignoring the bat’s scowl.

“I told you you could do it,” Yoko said. Kuronue grumbled something incoherent. “You always doubt yourself, Kuronue. It makes it unbelievably hard to get you to do anything, you know that!?”

Kuronue knew he was right, and he also knew he was more insecure than Yoko would ever know. He sighed. The fox’s hand thumped onto his shoulder. He looked up, expecting Yoko to start his usual list of criticisms. But Yoko was grinning again, and he slung his arm around Kuronue’s startled shoulders and drove him into the house.

“Y-Yoko, what…?”

“Let’s celebrate with a drink, shall we?” Yoko laughed.

“But I don’t have—“

The fox threw him an offended look. “Did you think I’ve just been sitting on my tail waiting for you to come back?” he said. “I went out and ‘borrowed’ some booze from the shop in town!” Actually, I got it yesterday, but he doesn’t have to know that, either…

Kuronue sighed. He didn’t trust himself with alcohol, but he supposed one wouldn’t hurt. If it would make the fox happy, then he’d risk it. But only one…no more.


Four cases of beer and eight shots of vodka each later, Kuronue giggled, “Well, maybe just one more, then…”

“Sorry, Kuro…” Yoko said, swaying a bit as he upended the bottle of vodka over Kuronue’s glass. “ ‘S all gone…” he had the sense to not toss it over his shoulder and set it down on the table. They stared at each other.

“What—“ Yoko hiccupped, and continued, “—now?”

“Dunno.”

Alcohol can make just about anything sound like a great idea, and it was due only to luck that they settled on an activity that was arguably a lot less regrettable than, say, seeing what happens when you go find a sleeping tiger to prod in the eye with a poker.

Yoko met Kuronue’s eyes across the coffee table, and pounced. Kuronue could only blink before he landed, sending the sofa and its wrestling occupants backwards with a crash. Through their liqoury haze they realized what they were fighting for and refrained from inflicting serious injury.

Despite the fact that Yoko was the instigator, or perhaps because of it, Kuronue finally came out on top, his hands pinning Yoko’s shoulders to the floor, his knees trapping the fox’s between them. Yoko felt adrenaline surge through him as he saw the red rapidly overtaking the purple and heard the growl in the bat’s heaving chest. Kuronue was seriously pissed.

“You…dare attack me ‘n my own home…” Kuronue hissed.

Yoko giggled. “C’mon, Kuro,” He hiccupped. “Jus’ having some fun…”

“Fun!?” Kuronue snarled. “Oh, I’ll show you fun. I’ll show you fun ‘till you can’t walk anymore!” He yanked Yoko up by the collar and dragged him towards the bedroom. Yoko felt a shiver go down his spine, blissfully oblivious to the danger he’d put himself in and the trouble he’d so narrowly avoided.

Kuronue flung Yoko onto the bed and dived after him before the fox’s yelp had ended. There was another, much shorter, wrestling match, the end of which saw the blankets kicked down to the end of the bed and Kuronue straddling the fox’s waist, his hands on either side of Yoko’s head. Yoko snatched the front of Kuronue’s vest and kissed him hard, but kept it short, drawing a snarl from the bat. Kuronue, still red-eyed with anger and lust, grabbed Yoko’s wrists and pinned them to the mattress before kissing the fox roughly, biting his lower lip hard enough to make Yoko squeal but not quite enough to draw blood. He held it there until the fox began to thrash and then let go to thrust his long tongue into Yoko’s mouth.

Satisfied that Yoko wouldn’t try anything, Kuronue released his wrists and dragged at the knot in the sash at the fox’s waist until it came undone, allowing the toga to fall open. Kuronue pulled out of the kiss long enough to admire Yoko’s perfectly sculpted chest and stomach before returning to his task of orally raping every millimeter of Yoko’s mouth. His long nails grazed the fox’s chest, seeking all the little secrets that eyes could not detect.

Yoko was floating somewhere in his own private heaven. Every touch Kuronue landed on him was ecstasy all of its own. He was not used to being bottom, but Kuronue had rapidly brought out a masochistic streak Yoko hadn’t even known existed. He moaned as Kuronue’s nails found a nipple and wasted no time in goading it into hardness. He whimpered into the bat’s mouth, the sound escalating sharply into a yelp as the cruel claws tugged sharply on both his nipples at once. Still Kuronue’s ruthless attack on his mouth did not falter. Yoko’s jaw ached and his lip throbbed, and he loved every painful second of it.

Kuronue applied pressure to the buds between his thumbs and forefingers until well past the point where the fox started to thrash. He smirked, and pulled away from his long kiss, hearing Yoko’s whine of discontent through hazy ears. He dragged his teeth down the fox’s jaw and found his throat, settling over Yoko’s hammering pulse and sucking it through his teeth. The fox moaned, his head going back on its own, his fists gripping the sheets. Yoko trembled beneath him as he rolled one nipple thoughtfully between his fingers before twisting it sharply. The fox let out a strangled cry, his cock throbbing as the lances of pain went through him.

Kuronue chuckled. “Hmm, so you like it when I treat you like the little bitch you are…” Yoko whimpered, shivering. Kuronue’s voice dropped even lower. “You will pay for pouncing on me, fox. I’m gonna make you scream…” Yoko moaned, his self-control focused on stopping himself from coming right there.

Kuronue shifted, resettling himself on Yoko’s knees and purposefully pressing himself against the fox’s throbbing erection as he moved. Yoko arched himself into it, whimpering and nearly sobbing when he stopped. The bat toyed with the nipple in front of him for a moment, teasing it with his tongue while one hand gently caressed the other, the abused and throbbing one. He wrapped his lips around it suckling gently, hearing his fox gasping with pleasure. Kuronue teased it with his teeth, tugging gently, Yoko’s little yelps making his own erection throb.

The fox’s scream nearly brought Kuronue to his climax. He moaned around the nipple being squeezed in his teeth and pulled at it, hard, hearing the pain escalate in Yoko’s voice. Kuronue worked his jaw from side to side, rolling the nipple clenched between his teeth around. The fox did not stop screaming, and Kuronue moaned again and rubbed his engorged erection against Yoko’s leg while taking the other nipple and twisting it, never once releasing the prize between his teeth. He was fast approaching his climax; he held his fox at his mercy and grinded hard against his leg and drank in Yoko’s strangled begging, the gasps for air, and most of all those delicious screams.

And then the fox ruined it all by burying his hands in Kuronue’s hair.

Kuronue let go with a snarl and grabbed the fox’s wrists again. He held him pinned to the mattress and glared into those golden eyes. “That’s twice I’ve had to remind you to keep your hands to yourself, bitch,” he hissed. “Next time, I tie you up.”

The fox moaned. “Oh, God, please…tie me up, punish me…Oh, gods the thought makes me wanna come…” he sobbed, writhing under Kuronue’s hands.

Kuronue grinned and yanked Yoko into a sitting position so he could pull off the toga and fling it on the floor. He yanked the fox’s arms behind his back and held them there, growling into his ear.
“Tie you up like this, you mean…?”

Yoko shuddered. “Yes…just like that…oh god…do it, please!”

Kuronue laughed. “You’re such a little slut, aren’t you? Let me hear you beg some more…”

“Tie me up, gag, me…I wanna be punished…tie me tight, make it hurt, oh god please!“

Kuronue shivered, using all his restraint to contain the urge to come. He looked around for something to tie Yoko’s wrists with, and his eyes landed on the tough cloth strips wound up his arms. He grinned, and untied them as Yoko sobbed and trembled. He yanked on the fox’s arms until they lay flat against his back, one over the other, listening to Yoko’s wail of pleasure as he tied his arms as tightly as he could. Then he turned the fox around and flung him on his back onto the bed.

Yoko tried to move his arms and when he couldn’t, the terror that washed through him combined with the ache already building in his shoulders actually did make him come, except Kuronue had the foresight to yank down his pants and place a thumb over the slit in the nick of time. Yoko screamed again, bucking into that warm hand, denied his release. He heard Kuronue’s laugh.

“I made you come yourself merely by tying you up…” he growled. “Oh, god I’m going to enjoy making you bleed…” Another surge of semen struggled against his strong hand at his words. He was quiet for a moment. Watching Yoko’s flushed face as he struggled against his bonds and against the hand that denied his release, hearing the choked sobs and the long whimpers. His blood sang in his veins. Once he was sure the fox’s orgasm was gone he released him, and grabbed Yoko’s ear to drag him, yelping, into a sitting position.

“Undress me,” Kuronue breathed. Yoko whimpered. His hands were tied. Kuronue growled. “Use your teeth, you slut. What else are they for?” Yoko groaned at that and struggled onto his knees. Before he could get any closer, Kuronue stopped him, told him to stay, and stumbled out of the room.

Yoko waited, letting his foggy mind try and make sense of what was going on. His lip, his ear, and both nipples throbbed, his shoulders ached and he was so hard it hurt. He was bound and helpless, at Kuronue’s mercy, hearing the bat insult and degrade him at every turn. And it felt so good.

Kuronue returned with a piece of string, which he tied around the base of Yoko’s cock, not tight enough to cause any damage but enough to stop an orgasm in its tracks. Yoko felt another pang of fear and his cock throbbed. Kuronue resettled himself on the bed and Yoko moved towards him and leaned forward awkwardly. He took the string on the bat’s vest in his teeth and pulled it free of the knot that kept it tied, and then he unlaced it, slowly. Kuronue growled, but it was a satisfied sound. Yoko felt the bat’s hand land on his head and gently begin to stroke his hair. He whimpered, feeling helpless and pathetic and so strangely turned on by it, too.

“You like being humiliated don’t you, you little slut?” Kuronue purred as Yoko took the edge of the finally untied vest in his teeth and tried to shift sideways to pull it off his shoulder. Yoko yelped as he lost his balance and fell sideways. With difficulty he struggled to his knees again under Kuronue’s mocking eyes, shame burning his cheeks, his cock weeping with the need for release. He tried again, with the same result, and once more got back up.

This time, he sat back on his heels and said, “Please…master…I can’t—you’ll have to put your arm through yourself, master, or else I can’t get it off without tearing it…”

Kuronue growled in pleased surprise. “Master…I like that…” he smirked and pulled one arm free of the vest. Yoko got the other side only by taking it in his teeth and falling sideways again. Kuronue’s other arm found it’s way around Yoko’s lower back the hand trailed slowly over the satiny skin on Yoko ass and thighs as the fox wriggled lower to tug at the thick leather belt.

Kuronue smirked. If he can get the buckle undone without my help than I’ll give him a real treat… He watched, his fingers dancing lazily over Yoko’s backside, tugging the fine hairs at the base of the fox’s tail to draw a squeal out of him. Yoko shivered, feeling dizzy from his throbbing erection, and pulled the free end of the belt up with his teeth and then propping it up with his head while he pulled the thong free of the hole and pulled it up and over the end of the belt. He was quite pleased with himself for figuring out how to unbuckle it without Kuronue’s help.

Kuronue chuckled. “Good, Yoko…I was hoping you’d be able to do that on your own…” He slid his index finger up the fox’s ass and slowly started to pump it in and out.

Yoko gasped as the digit intruded, abrupt and painful, and then was pumped slowly in and out. He moaned around the cloth between his teeth, feeling another orgasm coming fast. He had started on Kuronue’s pants, and his moan reverberated against the bat’s constrained erection. Kuronue moaned himself, and Yoko realized what had happened. He ran his tongue up the length of the bulge and the bat’s back arched, his hand jerking inside Yoko. The fox teased Kuronue through the cloth a moment longer, relishing his master’s growls of pleasure and, even more so, how the bat unconsciously fingered him faster when in the throes of pleasure. Reluctantly, Yoko, stopped delivering said pleasure to wrestle the button free of the buttonhole, although he promptly dropped the cloth again when Kuronue added another finger.

With a small screech, another orgasm shook Yoko’s body, and he was once more denied his release. He wailed again and bucked desperately onto those two fingers, sobbing madly. His task was forgotten in lieu of the waves of release thundering against the impromptu cock ring. Kuronue’s other hand connected sharply with his butt cheek, making the fox even more desperate for release. Kuronue spanked him three more times before Yoko’s attention was dragged back to him.

“Please…master…I beg you…I beg you for relea—ah!” he yelped as Kuronue spanked him harder. “Oh, god, master, please…AH!” Kuronue waited a moment for the burn from the last slap to die down and then struck as hard as he could, pulling another scream from his crazed fox. He felt his release approach at the sound of that scream, his fingers in Yoko’s ass jerked hard and fast, tormenting the poor fox even more, the scream escalated and Kuronue gripped Yoko’s hair and shoved him down onto the tip of his freed cock a split second before coming down the fox’s still screaming throat.

Yoko greedily drank his master’s seed, his own cock pressing into his stomach, in desperate need of release. The fox sucked at Kuronue’s cock, which was still erect, teasing the head with his tongue, moaning desperately as those fingers continued to pump his ass at that torturously slow pace. He wanted to be fingered hard and fast, and then forced onto his shoulders and knees and fucked even harder, until he bled and screamed and thrashed in that blissful pain. He moaned at the thought, and the hand twisted his ear sharply. Yoko yelped and tried to remember the job he was supposed to be doing.

As wonderful as Yoko’s hot mouth felt on his throbbing cock, Kuronue wanted his pants off so he could flip his bitch over and fuck him into next week. He jerked the ear again and growled, “Pants, bitch. Now.” Yoko whimpered and grabbed the waist of Kuronue’s pants and pulled. The bat lifted his hips slightly, and then watched as Yoko backed slowly up, fully releasing his angry member. But the fox stopped and looked up at Kuronue with a whine. The bat stared hazily at him before realizing that Yoko could go no further with his fingers up his ass. He pulled them out, ignoring Yoko’s whimper of protest, and eyed the fox’ s cock. It was bobbing and twitching on its own, fluid leaking sadly from the tip. Kuronue grinned. It looked painful and he just knew Yoko was loving it.

Yoko got the pants all the way off and sat patiently, thighs trembling with the weight of the aching erection between them. Kuronue growled and shoved him onto his back. The fox swallowed nervously at the look in Kuronue’s eyes, loving the fear. Kuronue carefully untied the string around Yoko’s cock and hoisted his legs into the air, pushing them back so his asshole was exposed. Yoko whimpered.

Kuronue hissed, “Now I’m gonna watch you come all over yourself, you slut!” and rammed both fingers up the fox’s ass at once. Yoko screamed as he was fingered hard and fast, the long nails ramming into him time and time again. “Master…m-master…oh god that hurts! Oh god more! Harder, please!” He let out another wail as Kuronue obliged, and then added a third finger just for fun. “Thank you, master! Ah! Oh hell that hurts…do it agai—ahhn!” Yoko writhed in pain as Kuronue scissored again, and then curled his fingers and found the fox’s sweet spot. Yoko screamed as those nails raked his sweet spot and then rammed into it. It was the most delicious pain; he was delirious with it. His orgasm rushed up from his extremes and up through his engorged cock in a torrent, and Kuronue leered at him as ribbon after ribbon shot fort and coated his stomach. The total humiliation only made it that much more powerful.

Yoko fell back on the bed, sobbing in exhaustion, totally spent. He wanted to wash the mess off his stomach and curl up and sleep, but he made the mistake of meeting Kuronue’s eyes. He shrank back from the cold, lustful red glare that met him. Kuronue smirked and growled, “I can’t wait anymore to shove my hard cock up that tight little ass of yours and fuck you stupid, fox.” Yoko shivered, tingles going up his spine as the bat leaned closer. “You won’t walk right for days after I’m through with you, you slut! You want it bad, don’t you, bitch? You want me to slam into you so hard you see stars and make you scream in agony. You want me to come so deep inside you you taste it in the back of your throat. Such a slut. Let me hear you beg, bitch. Beg for it like the little whore you are.”

Fully aroused again, Yoko arched his back, moaning. “Oh, god…fuck me please....I beg you! Ram that cock into my tight hole, master! I want it hard and fast! Fuck me please!”

Kuronue sneered. “You’ll have to do better than that…”

“Kuronue!” Yoko growled. “Shove that big, hard, cock of yours up my ass or I swear I’ll shove my foot down your throat!”

Kuronue snarled and had Yoko on his shoulders and knees before the fox could blink. In the next three seconds Kuronue had obtained a ruler from somewhere in the room and now he brought it across the fox’s ass as hard as he could. Yoko screeched, tears jumping to his eyes as the wood connected again and again. It was pain beyond anything he’d ever known, a constant throbbing burn that grew worse and worse. Yoko went into sensory overload, coming once, twice, screaming as Kuronue beat him ruthlessly. He never stopped when the flimsy wood snapped, replacing it with his hand. Yoko’s head reeled as he reached yet another climax and he sobbed in exhaustion and pain and pleasure all rolled into one.

Kuronue stopped, growled, and then dragged his nails hard over the bright pink flesh, dragging another scream from the fox, before rubbing his engorged length along Yoko’s ass crack and shoving himself in, not stopping to let the sobbing fox adjust, before furiously ramming in and out, with speed born of anger and lust. Yoko lost himself in ecstasy, feeling that huge rock-hard rod pounding into him again and again….the burn and the pain—his vision went white as Kuronue reached over and twisted both his sore nipples at once, and then one hand came up, took a handful of hair, and yanked his head back.

“Is this what you wanted, you whore!?” Kuronue hissed. Yoko let out a strangled whimper, too exhausted to do anything else. “You should be grateful you slut! You threaten me and I give you what you want anyway. Take it, bitch! Feel my cock tearing you open! Oh, god, you’re so tight!” The constriction was unbelievable; there were stars exploding behind his eyes every time the fox constricted around him. He had enough energy to pound Yoko into the ground for another few minutes, but through his haze of pleasure he could see the fox was too exhausted to be able to handle much more.

Yoko cried out in panic when Kuronue stopped. “No…don’t stop, please! Forgive me, I—mmrrmmf!” He was muffled by Kuronue’s cock materializing in his throat. He sucked on it, working it with his teeth, even as Kuronue shoved his ample length down the fox’s throat, dragging Yoko’s head up and down by the hair. Yoko moaned as Kuronue started to jerk him off with the other hand. Kuronue came with a snarl and a convulsion; Yoko with a shudder and then, blissfully, unconsciousness.

Kuronue growled and crawled out of bed to find a wet rag and cleaned Yoko off before untying him. He pushed the sheets off the bed, got a fresh set, and didn’t even bother tucking in the sides before moving the fox back on the bed and falling asleep, Yoko cradled against him.