Partners by Moonlight

Chapter 6

The Sweetest Pay Back

After a cursory look overrounroune found no serious injuries on the kitsune. There was a knot a little above the base of his skull, the blow that knocked Kurama unconscious. The winged demon shook his head. It wasn’t quite clear to him why he even bothered to save his new partner. The youko was a pain in the ass, the biggest narcissist Kuroune had ever met, and was condescending to Kuroune every chance he got. Though... Kurama didn’tl hil him when he normally would kill any other demon, and... when he slept quietly like this, he was very beautiful. Granted, that was because his usual sneers, cold looks, and mouth weren’t getting in the way. Still, he wasn’t all that bad. Kuroune shook his head, promising himself to never mention his present thoughts to Kurama, the kitsune didn’t need a bigger head than he already had. Kurama stirred, his brows furrowing before he relaxed again. Probably slipping into a deeper sleep, the winged demon thought to himself. Then he felt a hand bump against his thigh. When he looked back up Kurama’s eyes were open, narrowed, but open. It seemed Kuroune wasn’t the only one that had to get used to this arrangement.

Kurama stretched his arms over his head then winced, rubbing gently at the knot on the back of his head. “How long was I out?”

“Not long, it’s just been a couple minutes since I carried your heavy ass back to your den.”

“Heavy ass indeed... Maybe if you weren’t so weak then I wouldn’t seem so heavy to you.”

The two demons glared at each other, though no feelings or pride were hurt. Kuroune gave up glaring and moved on to what he was really thinking about. He shifted his weight, throwing a leg over the kitsune and sitting on his stomach. The kitsune arched a brow but said nothing as a smirk spread over his lips. The winged demon scratched under Kurama’s chin, dragging his nails down his throat to the middle of the kitsune’s chest. “Don’t think this means anything,” Kuroune whispered as he leaned down and kissed Kurama’s lips gently at first, then more insistent as time passed. Kurama dragged his claw like nails over every part of Kuroune that was exposed. The dark haired demon hissed and grabbed both of Kurama’s wrists. “That’s enough of that!” He grinned as he held the wrists against the pillows on Kurama’s bed, almost even with Kurama’s head.

Kurama frowned and tried to pull away from the surprisingly strong demon on top of him. “Let go of me. NOW.” His tail beat furiously against the bed and his ears folded back, showing his obvious unhappiness at Kuroune’s actions.

Kuroune shook his head, licking the bottom of those frowning lips. “I don’t want to.” He smiled and pressed more of his weight against the trapped wrists as he leaned forward to bite one of Kurama’s ears. The winged demon soon found out that it was an extra sensitive spot, it didn’t take too long for Kurama to begin moaning quietly. Despite the moaning, his tail still beat a rapid pattern against the sheets. Kuroune raised the kitsune’s hands a little higher so he could easily keep a good grip by using only one hand to hold them down. With his freed hand he stroked the silver youko’s cheek, then ran the tips of his fingers down the side of Kurama’s neck. Pushing back the robe, he exposed the soft skin of the kitsune’s chest. Still licking and nibbling on Kurama’s ear he found the little nub and set to hardening it under his skillful fingers. The kitsune gasped and tugged at the trapped wrists yet again, almost aching to respond to Kuroune’s actions with something more than moans.

“Release me,” the kitsune breathed, almost too quiet for Kuroune to hear.

“Not until I’ve had my fun... Or you earn it.” Kuroune smirked at the frustrated expression on Kurama’s face. In Kuroune’s mind, this was for all the times he had to bite his tongue to keep from sniping at the youko or throwing something at him. He shifted his position so that his knees pressed against Kurama’s thighs. The kitsune had been stirring beneath Kuroune, he knew full well that the youko could easily throw the winged demon off if his legs weren’t secured. His hand ceased to tease Kurama’s nipple and began to undo the sash that wrapped around the kitsune’s slim waist. Tossing the long piece of cloth aside, Kuroune lowered himself further to lick Kurama’s neck. Traveling lower he trailed his tongue down the kitsune’s neck to the nipple he had neglected. At first hst lst lapped at it, teasing the edges with the tip of his tongue. He slid a hand under Kurama’s pants to knead at the soft but firm inner thigh. While his hand inched closer to Kurama’s throbbing member, he lowered his mouth to the nipple and sucked rhythmically at the little nub. The kitsune uttered a mute cry followed by what was as close as a demon can come to purring. His hand found the kitsune’s already extended member easily, using the heel of his palm to rub up and down it’s length. Kurama thrust his hips up, trying to create more friction. The black haired demon smirked and looked up at the now panting demon. He withdrew his hand, causing Kurama to whimper. “Kurama...” Kuroune licked his lips as he raised his head to the kitsune’s ear. “I’ll keep going if you promise to behave once I let go of your hands.” The silver youko scowled, still panting. Kuroune knew that was the last thing he wanted to hear, to be told he had to behave. But he also knew Kurama longed for release, something that could get most demons to say or do anything.

“Fine,” answered Kurama, his voice barely above a whisper.

Kuroune chuckled, releasing the kitsune’s wrists. Sliding down the lithe body underneath him, Kuroune licked at the areas he passed while caressing the soft skin with the very tips of his fingers. Finally he reached where he wanted to be, but passed it in favor of Kurama’s inner thigh. Lifting the kitsune’s leg up and to the side he pressed his lips against the delicate skin then bit it roughly. Kurama cried out, grabbing the top of Kuroune’s head.

“Kuro! Damn it, don’t bite so hard!” Kurama said as he rose to his elbows, his tail fluffing slightly as his ears folded back yet again.

“I’ll do as I please...” The winged demon smiled and bit the other thigh in the same manner. Kurama fell back against the bed, growling slightly. With a smirk Kuroune licked the very tip of the youko’s member, dipping his tongue into the small opening there. The kitsune moaned in response, his tail instantly calming down. Using one hand to guide the long shaft, he took the tip into his mouth and sucked lightly. His hand rubbed up and down the base until Kuroune moved further down, taking all of Kurama into his mouth.

“Mmmm....” Kurama moaned as he arched his back, his breath quickening even more.

The black haired demon smirked then continued to please Kurama, slowly drawing hisd upd up until the member was almost out of his mouth then plunging it back down again. He did that until Kurama sat up and grabbed both sides of Kuroune’s head, urging him to move faster. Kuroune knocked away the hands, taking his mouth from the kitsune’s length. The winged demon pushed Kurama back onto the bed, crawling up to kiss the kitsune hungrily.

Kurama was about to protest when he felt the black haired demon’s hand wrap around his shaft. The kitsune twitched his hips in time with the rubbing while sneaking a hand down Kuroune’s robe to scratch at his back.

“Gaah!” The winged demon grabbed both of Kurama’s wrists again, pushing them against the bed. “What’s with you and those claws of yours?”

“Mmhmm... What’s wrong Kuro? Can’t take a little pain?” The youko sneered through lust filled eyes.

Kuroune quickly unwrapped his sash and threw off his robe. The pants took a little more time, but when he finally got them off he was reading to wipe the smirk off Kurama’s face. Kurama had been watching as he usually did, his sharp eyes taking in every curve and dip in Kuroune’s skin. Grabbing the kitsune’s wrists again, he repositioned his body so that he was sitting on Kurama’s upper chest. The youko grinned knowingly and lapped at Kuroune’s growing hardness. It didn’t take too long for Kuroune’s member to fully harden under Kurama’s more than competent tongue. Kuroune rose to his knees, moving forward so that his member was closer to the kitsune’s waiting mouth. He moaned as the warm, hot mouth glided over his length, Kurama’s tongue tickling the underside of it. Still gripping both wrists above Kurama’s head, Kuroune slid himself out of the mouth slowly, then thrust back in.

As soon as he felt close to release he stopped and pulled away from the kitsune. Kurama gave him a questioning look as the winged demon moved down the silver youko’s body. Kuroune glared at the pants that blocked his objective, so he dragged them off of Kurama and threw them across the room. Drawing Kurama’s legs over his shoulders he repositioned himself at Kurama’s entrance. Kuroune placed one hand onto the kitsune’s lower belly as he slowly eased himself into the tight area, both moaning in pleasure as he did so. He laid inside Kurama for a moment, the two demons enjoying the feeling too much to move. The black haired demon stirred first, gliding out of the demon’s entrance only to slam back in. Kurama cried out and gripped the bed sheets as Kuroune continued his actions, the tiny spot inside him being hit every time Kuroune thrust back inside him. Taking the kitsune’s member in his hand, he began stroking it in time with his movements.

Both lost their senses to pleasure, their minds focused only on the burning need for release. Kuroune pounded into the kitsune, panting while trying to also pump Kurama’s shaft. The youko was the first to cohis his seed spilling over Kuroune’s hand as he threw his head back and moaned loudly. Kuroune followed shortly after, crying out and digging his nails into Kurama’s hip. His movements became jerky as he climaxed, then stopped all together. Carefully he withdrew himself from Kurama, falling onto the bed next to the panting kitsune.

Kurama opened his eyes, still trying to catch his breath. “Now... If you could only manage to do that all the time...”

Kuroune shrugged as he regained control of his own breathing. “Mhm, I don’t see why not.”

“Heh, then here’s to a happy and long lasting partnership.”

“Here here...” Kuroune mumbled as he closed his eyes. The pleasures mixed with all the excitements that had happened that day took it’s toll, dragging him into sleep. As he began to drift off he felt Kurama shift on the bed, then a tail flipped over Kuroune’s waist.

~oOo~

After a long sleep the two partners ate breakfast in bed. Earlier, Kurama had made a quick trip to the kitchen and grabbed a couple fresh fruits as well as some bread with bits of sausage cooked into it. They ate in silence, sharing the bottle of juice the kitsune also brought with him. The winged demon twitched his wings restlessly, the nights exertions put a strain on them which resulted in them aching dully.

“You shouldn’t have tried flying so soon Kuro.” Pointing to the wings with a piece of fruit, Kurama went on. “All that time put into healing them might have been wasted.”

“They’ll be fine.”

Kurama chuckled, “not a morning person, are you?”

“No.”

“Then should I wait to ask you a question I have?”

“No.”

The kitsune snickered. “That’s convincing...”

Kuroune sighed and rolled his eyes. “Just ask me.”

“Why last night? What changed your mind so suddenly about me?”

“Heh.” The winged demon smirked and took another bite of bread. He didn’t really know why either, but it was something he wouldn’t regret. “I think it finally sank in last night that we’re partners. So if we are, then I can trust you.”

Kurama blinked in surprise. “What? You mean you only started trusting me last night? Tch, thanks a lot.”

“Feh, I bet YOU still don’t trust me.” The kitsune flicked an ear back, turning his head from Kuroune’s gaze. “I’m right, aren’t I?”

“I trust you a little bit more than I’d trust a demon I just met.”

Kuroune shrugged, “that’s fine, I feel the same way. It’s good survival instincts not to be too trusting.” He took another bite of the bread and chewed it quickly. “So where to next?”

The youko contemplated Kuroune’s question while finishing his breakfast. “I guess...” Kurama looked over the black haired demon’s still naked body. “There’s a few things I’d like to do first, then I think w go go out. There’s a town near here that has decent shops. I’m tired of you ruining my clothes, so we’ll get you some new ones. And then...”

“And then?”

“And then we go hunting. I heard there was a rare goblet some rich tanuki bought, and he happens to live in general vicinity of the town.”

“Let’s go liberate that goblet then.”