How they Met

This chapter is complete smut. Totally irrelevant to anything in terms of plot. Sorry I took so long...
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Kuronue came back into the house through the bedroom window and stashed his packages under the bed. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Yoko to know he’d returned—he doubted that he could sneak in without Yoko knowing anyway—but rather that he didn’t want to ruin the surprise for the fox. He smirked and found Yoko on the couch, staring lazily into the flames.

Yoko purred gently as Kuronue’s arms slid around his shoulders. He’d heard the bat come in, but he knew Kuronue was just trying to keep his purchases a secret. He leaned back into the bat’s chest, the purr rumbling up from his breast. Kuronue’s warm breath tickled his ear as he rested his chin on Yoko’s head.

“Is my pet going to be a good little fox and do as master says tonight…?”

Yoko smiled, ignoring the shiver that went down his spine. “We’ll just have to wait and see, won’t we, love?” he growled. His heart started thumping a little faster.

Kuronue walked around the front and grabbed Yoko’s arm. He pulled the fox upright and kissed him. Yoko wrapped his arms around Kuronue’s neck and pressed into that delicious kiss. It was gentle and ruthless at the same time, loving, while still erasing any doubts about which of them would be taking it up the ass tonight. Yoko’s skin prickled eagerly at the thought, wanting to feel Kuronue’s long nails tracing patterns along it, those scorching lips with their long tongue caressing it, those sharp teeth piercing it…Yoko moaned obscenely, enslaved to the very idea of Kuronue.

Yoko yelped as the bat’s fingers gripped his hair and dragged his head back. Kuronue found the marks from his earlier bite and slowly dragged his tongue along them, feeling the fox’s hands tighten around his shoulders. Yoko moaned again, pressing against Kuronue, already at half-mast. Yoko’s mind was reeling; he quivered under the bat’s lips, that heat over the slightly sore wounds making him crazy. Kuronue growled possessively, sending a shiver down the fox’s spine. He wrapped his fingers around the edge of Yoko’s toga, pulling the fox to him, growling in his ear.

“I don’t want to actually hurt you, my fox,” he breathed. “You need some signal to tell me you actually want me to stop…choose it now or I’ll assume you don’t care if I take it too far…”

Truthfully Yoko didn’t think there could be a “too far,” but he thought about it for a moment before saying, “If I want you to stop I’ll say ‘Pegasus.’”

Kuronue growled his approval, but wasn’t finished. “…And if I have you gagged and bound like the little whore you are…?”

Yoko whimpered, but pushed his impatience aside, knowing Kuronue would fall into depression if he ever actually hurt the fox. He considered this dilemma for a while before saying, “In that case, I’ll pin my ears back and growl until you remove the gag, at which point I’ll say Pegasus.”

The bat exhaled, his breath fluttering over Yoko’s neck. “It’ll have to do, fox,” he purred. He dragged Yoko into the bedroom, ignoring the half-muffled squeal of indignation. Once there he kicked the door shut and crushed the fox’s lips against his, driving Yoko backwards towards the bed, taking the time to bite down on Yoko’s lip until the fox yelped. He shoved the fox onto the bed, tore off the toga, and rolled him onto his stomach.
“Stay.”

Yoko obliged, unable to see what Kuronue dragged out from under the bed, although he heard the clink of metal and smelled leather. He shivered, his heart picking up its pace. Kuronue jerked his arms behind his back and tied them there tightly with soft rope, growling his terms as he did so.

“Whenever we fuck, you will obey any and every command I give you, without question or hesitation. You will address me as ‘master’ unless told otherwise. You will not do anything without my explicit permission. You will not complain, argue, or struggle. If you use our pre-arranged signal, I will immediately stop whatever I’m doing and we will be through for the night.” He yanked the final not as tight as he could, ignoring Yoko’s whimper. “Failure to comply with these rules will result in a punishment of my choosing, the severity of which will be proportional to the offense. Is that clear?”

“Yes, master,” Yoko gasped. His heart was racing now and his cock was throbbing merely from hearing Kuronue’s conditions. His nerves were stretched to the max, leaving the fox burning for his master’s touch.

Kuronue could feel the fox’s desire and it only served to fuel his own. He allowed himself a satisfied growl. “Good.” He pulled Yoko up by the fox’s hair, watching the fox scramble to get his legs back under him. Kuronue yanked Yoko’s head back, exposing the fox’s creamy throat. Dragging his long tongue up that smooth expanse, Kuronue grinned a sadistic grin. Earlier, he had restrained himself, his instincts driven by love. As such, the only chemicals in his saliva had been those meant to soothe. Now, however, he had no such inhibitions.

Yoko’s gasp was almost a yelp as Kuronue drove his fangs in. Immediately he could feel a difference; he could tell the bat was giving it all he had. He moaned, arching his back, his mind clouding over with lust. The pain was exquisite, consuming, searing through his veins. Yoko welcomed it gladly, feeling it gather in his groin. The fox’s senses were highly tuned to pheromones and at that moment, Kuronue’s alone were enough to drive him mad with desire. Dominance, possessiveness, lust, all bombarding his senses until Yoko thought he would drown, and all the while that unwavering delivery of pain-mixed-pleasure at his throat.

Kuronue couldn’t help but wonder if Yoko was aware of the delicious noises he was making. He growled into Yoko’s arched neck, reluctant to pull away but knowing he had to lest he wish to kill the fox. Yoko whined as Kuronue pulled away but stayed as he was: draped over Kuronue’s strong arm, head thrown back, shivering with the tension of his massive erection. His pheromone-fogged mind had developed a single coherent drive: please this demon, this vampire, this…creature that owned every inch of his soul; obey him, submit to his every will, because he….is…Master.

Kuronue allowed the fox a few moments of recovery, nibbling gently here and there until Yoko’s eyes lost their clouded, dazed look and he wriggled upright, throwing a sultry, come-hither glance through his lashes at Kuronue as he settled into his kneeling position.

The bat could not contain his moan when he met the fox’s submissive gaze. “Damn you, fox, what you do to me…” he growled, lifting Yoko’s chin and running his thumb along the fox’s lower lip. Yoko’s tongue snaked out to caress it, eyes never leaving Kuronue’s.

Kuronue moaned again and let Yoko pull two fingers into his mouth, his eyes closing as Yoko’s skilled tongue worked his fingers, twining around them, between them, so hot and slick that Kuronue immediately wanted Yoko’s mouth around his cock. With a massive effort of will the bat pulled his hand away, smirking as Yoko pouted adorably.
Kuronue nibbled the edge of Yoko’s ear, hearing the fox gasp. “Patience, my fox, and I’ll give you something far more substantial that fingers to suck on…”

Yoko tilted his head back and licked Kuronue’s lips, purring, “Mhmmm…but what if I can’t wait that long? What if I want Master’s cock down my throat now?”

Kuronue grinned, nibbling the fox’s lip. “That’s just too bad for you, then, isn’t it?” he growled. He dragged a nail up the underside of Yoko’s turgid cock, drawing a breathy moan from the fox’s parted lips. “Poor fox…we haven’t even started yet and you’re ready to burst…” He gave the angry, purple head one teasing rub that nearly drove Yoko over the edge and then shoved Yoko onto his back.

Yoko lay as still as he could, his body quivering with the effort of holding back his release. He heard Kuronue digging through his box of purchases and his heart fluttered in anticipation. Yoko whimpered when his eyes found the piece of cloth that Kuronue finally held up, fear drumming through him. He let Kuronue tie the blindfold around his head, muscles tensed, nerves on fire with expectancy.

“Tell me when it’s too much, fox,” Kuronue growled. The fact that he sounded dead serious only made Yoko more nervous and excited. He felt metal against his nipple, and his brow furrowed in puzzlement until Kuronue slowly started to tighten the clamp. The fox squirmed a little, whimpering, as the mild burn escalated into sharp, delicious pain, and from there, into mind-numbing torture. Yoko moaned loudly; the pain was perfect.
But Kuronue tightened it even more, and the moan turned into a yelp. “M-Master…s-stop…too much…” Yoko gasped. Kuronue nodded and loosened it, hearing Yoko’s gasp of relief. He was impressed by the fox’s high threshold for pain, but he kept that to himself. Noting the setting the first nipple clamp was on, Kuronue tightened the other to the same setting.

Yoko screamed, writhing in blissful agony. At once he wanted the clamps off, he wanted to be released from the constant pain. At the same time he didn’t want it to stop; the sharp, constant, intense pain was only making him harder. Either way, he was powerless to do anything except thrash.

“Oh god, master…it hurt’s oh god it hurts…” he sobbed. “Don’t stop…feels so good…so much pain it hurts, master!”
Kuronue moaned, eyes fogged with desire, watching Yoko writhe helplessly, sobbing his bliss. He freed his own throbbing cock and started to stroke himself, moaning , Yoko’s sobs ringing through his body, the luscious sight of his beautiful fox writhing in agony…

Kuronue’s hot seed splashing his face shocked Yoko into still silence, but only for a second. Yoko licked up as much as he could, still trembling. He wished he could meet Kuronue’s eyes, but as it was all he could do was arch his body. “Does my pain really please you so much, my master?” he rasped. Kuronue growled his assent and Yoko smirked. “Then give me more.” The fox could almost see Kuronue’s eyebrow rising, the devious glint in his eye. “I want more, master; I want to please you…”

“Is that so…?” Kuronue growled slowly, smirking hugely. He swung a leg over Yoko’s waist, straddling his precious fox. Kuronue teased the purple tips of Yoko’s nipples, hearing Yoko shriek, feeling that lithe body trembling under him, completely at his mercy. “What to do with you, my little slut…” he purred. He considered for a moment, idly teasing Yoko’s tortured nipples, listing to the fox’s distress as an idea formed.

Yoko whimpered as Kuronue pulled away, heart racing in his breast. He heard more rustling, and then the bat’s quiet chuckle. Suddenly the fox found himself on his stomach, and he let out another scream as his nipples pressed against the mattress.

“Mm, your fear is so…appetizing, Yoko,” Kuronue purred, sending a shiver up the fox’s spine.

Without so much as a warning, Kuronue had two fingers up Yoko’s ass. The fox yelped in surprise, and then moaned as the bat’s long nails stabbed away inside him.

“Mas-master!” Yoko gasped, his cock ready to explode. “Oh…god…”

Kuronue saw his body convulse, and reached around to grab the fox’s cock and block the urethra. Yoko yowled and bucked madly, letting out another hoarse scream as Kuronue massaged the crown with his thumb, still preventing release. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers.

“I absolutely forbid you from coming, Yoko,” Kuronue hissed, “until I say otherwise.”

Yoko sobbed, his body writhing on it’s own. He was so lost in agony he didn’t even feel it when Kuronue spanked him, hard. Kuronue growled and slapped Yoko’s ass again, and this time the fox felt it.

“Please…master…”

“As much as I love watching you writhe, you need to stay still for a moment,” the bat growled. Carefully, he released Yoko’s cock, smirking at the fox’s excellent self-control. We’ll see how long that lasts…

Yoko felt something hard and smooth pushing inside him and whimpered. If he starts fucking me that I don’t know how much longer I could hold out… He heard Kuronue snicker, and then a click.

Yoko’s mind blanked as the vibrator turned on, and then he screeched, his back curling around his bound arms. Pain of an entirely different kind started building in his groin, intense and unending. Every shred of his will was focused on not coming.

“Please…master…please…I have to—I can’t—“

“You will,” Kuronue growled, rolling the fox over to watch him thrash. But the shrieking was becoming irksome. He pulled Yoko into a sitting position, driving the vibrator deeper into the fox’s body, and shoved the ball gag into Yoko’s open mouth. Kuronue buckled the gag, pulled off the blindfold, and settled back to watch, stroking himself once more.

Denied the right to scream and beg for mercy, Yoko could only flop like a landed fish, lost in the most acute agony of his entire life. The ache in his cock brought tears to his crazed eyes. He closed them, concentrating entirely on not coming, muffled sounds escaping the gag every now and then. Somewhere in his mind he heard Kuronue moan and felt hot cum splatter his body.

Dizzy with strain now, Yoko could feel his control slipping. Hot drops escaped his cock no matter how hard he tried. A convulsion made the vibrator shift; it pressed up against his prostate and that was the last straw. Yoko came with a muffled shriek, ribbons of hot seed splattering his chest and stomach. With the immense relief came a sense of failure. Apologies built up behind Yoko’s gag, so that when Kuronue finally removed it they came spilling out at once.

“Forgive me master I couldn’t—I disobeyed you, you gave me a direct order and I failed to comply—my lack of self-control is shameful; I—“

Kuronue pressed a finger to Yoko’s lips, meeting the fox’s eyes. “Hush. You have indeed disobeyed me, Yoko Kurama,” he growled, seeing Yoko’s spent cock twitching back to life. He is a sucker for this, isn’t he... “As I explained earlier, your failure to comply with my demands means that I have to punish you…”

Yoko shuddered. “Yes, master…punish me…I’ve been naughty…I need to be punished until Master thinks I’ve repented…” Already, he was hard again, quivering in anticipation once more. Yoko was no fool; he realized Kuronue had planned on his inability to contain his release forever. That just made the thought of being punished even more appealing.

The bat tightened Yoko’s nipple clamps a tiny drop—not enough to be overbearing but enough so that Yoko refocused on that pain. Kuronue threaded a rope through a spreader bar and tied Yoko’s ankles to it, forcing the fox’s legs apart. Roughly, he rolled Yoko onto his stomach and pulled him onto his shoulders and knees, ignoring the fox’s ill-suppressed moan of anticipation

Yoko felt the brush of leather against his ass before the crop bit into his flesh. He yelped. “M-master!” The crop connected again, drawing another yelp from Yoko’s lips.

Kuronue flicked it again, harder this time, watching Yoko’s ass turning redder and redder. He grinned and struck hard and fast, Yoko twitching with every strike. Kuronue let him come this time, loathe to cause the fox any sort of permanent injury.

Yoko panted, trembling, his nipples and ass aching. “Tell me, fox,” Kuronue hissed. “Does it hurt?”

“Y-Yes, master…” Yoko gasped.

Yoko inhaled sharply as Kuronue dragged his nails over Yoko’s burning flesh. “If it hurts then why are you so hard…?” Kuronue mused, reaching around to stroke the fox’s erect cock. Yoko moaned, and Kuronue laughed. “Who would have thought the mighty Yoko Kurama was such a dirty little whore?” Yoko whimpered, and Kuronue dragged on his ear until he could whisper in it. “I wanna hear you say it, bitch. What are you?”

Yoko hesitated, his pride protesting. Hearing it come from Kuronue’s mouth was one thing, but actually calling himself a whore was different. His hesitation earned him one of Kuronue’s long nails digging itself painfully into the head of his cock.

“Say it, bitch!” Kuronue hissed.

“I-I’m a dirty whore…” Yoko mumbled into the pillow.

Kuronue growled, pressing his nail into the slit of Yoko’s cock and earning a pained yelp. “So I can hear you.”

“I’m a dirty whore,” Yoko said loudly, and Kuronue released him.

“Good boy,” the bat purred, patting his burning ass. Without untying the fox from the bar he rolled him back onto his back. “You’ve been punished enough, I think, for such a minor deed.”

“Thank you, master…” Yoko mumbled.

“Now then…I believe you expressed a desire to have my fat cock down your pretty little throat…?” Yoko nodded, swallowing his moan. Kuronue grinned and helped the fox off the bed, telling him to kneel. Yoko did so, facing the bed, shivering a little on the cold stone floor. Kuronue noticed and, seating himself on the edge of the bed, guided the fox forward so he was between Kuronue’s legs.

Yoko raised his eyes to Kuronue’s face, seeking permission. Kuronue nodded once and the fox smiled before running his tongue up the underside of Kuronue’s rigid shaft. Kuronue’s breath hitched, and he buried his fingers in Yoko’s silken locks. Yoko wrapped his mouth around the tip of Kuronue’s cock and ran his tongue around the rim, dragging a moan from the bat’s throat. Slowly, the fox went down, opening his throat to receive, tongue flickering and dancing teasingly, applying suction until Kuronue’s pubic hair tickled his nose.

“Oh…Yoko…” Kuronue gasped, throwing his head back, fingers tightening in Yoko’s hair. He longed to pound into the fox’s face, ram himself down that skilled throat, but he held back, letting the fox have his fun. Yoko moaned around the treat in his mouth and proceeded to give Kuronue the best blowjob of the bat’s life. Kuronue’s mouth worked but no sound emerged as the fox used every trick he knew—which was a lot—to suck Kuronue into his own private heaven.

“Shit, Yoko that feels so good!” Kuronue rasped as the fox caressed the head of his cock with that wicked tongue. Yoko slid the member as far down his throat as he could and swallowed around it, his tongue massaging the underside. The fox sucked, hard, as he pulled up again, wrenching a cry from Kuronue’s lips. Kuronue’s chest heaved and he could feel his orgasm building from the balls of his feet.

“Y-Yoko, I’m gonna—ah!” Kuronue came forcefully down the fox’s throat and Yoko milked him for every drop before slowly releasing his prize. The exhaustion had set in a moment before, bringing an end to his masochistic desires. He closed his eyes, breathing heavily.

Kuronue opened his eyes and smiled at Yoko, but his smile vanished when he laid eyes on the fox’s slumped shoulders and drooping head. Kicking himself, he slid to the ground and removed the clamps. Yoko cried out in relief, chest still heaving.

“Y-Yoko, I—“

Yoko raised his tired eyes to Kuronue’s worried face and smiled. “Don’t apologize, Kuro. I’m not angry, not at all. I’m just—I’m so tired…” He tugged at his bound arms. “Untie me, please…?”

Kuronue nodded, still afraid. It would be just like Yoko to say he was fine when he wasn’t. The bat untied the fox’s arms and earned another sigh of relief. He undid the spreader bar and Yoko collapsed, nearly asleep, on the floor.

“Lemme sleep,” Yoko whined adorably as Kuronue pulled him up.

“First, you’ll catch your death, sleeping naked on the cold stone floor,” Kuronue chided gently, “and second, we’re both a mess. Come, let’s go get cleaned up, love.”

Yoko stumbled after him, knowing Kuronue was right. Kuronue prepared a bath as the fox dozed lightly, waking only when the bat’s strong arms lifted him gently from his chair. He let Kuronue lift him into the hot water, sighing contentedly, feeling Kuronue join him. He laid his head on the bat’s damp chest.

“Yoko, are you sure I didn’t take it too far…?” Kuronue murmured.

Yoko smiled sleepily. “Other than running me ragged, no,” he said. “I’m just tired, love. I enjoyed that, actually…”

Kuronue kissed Yoko’s forehead and gently wiped him down, taking care to avoid the fox’s abused nipples. Yoko smiled, purring drowsily, fighting to stay awake and upright. Kuronue yawned and wrapped Yoko in a towel. He dressed the fox and changed the sheets before tucking Yoko into bed. Yoko stayed awake until Kuronue crawled in besides him. Warm, clean, and nestled in each other’s arms, the pair dropped right to sleep.