When Opportunity Knocks

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When Opportunity Knocks

(AN: Just so you know, the spelling errors when Lini speaks are just because she’s drunk and slurring her words... And don’t worry, this isn’t a lemon with a Mary Sue, she’s just filler. It’s all yaoi.)


The laughter was almost unbearable; three drunk kitsune all cackling about their achievements. Kuronue was reduced to sitting back and listening while Kurama flaunted the last item they had stolen. It was a jewel encrusted necklace, one that on first glance didn’t seem too important.

The winged demon yawned for the tenth time. King something-or-other had worn the necklace throughout his reign, and it was rumored to be the source of his power. Stories and the trinkets that went along with them did nothing for Kuronue, he only cared about how much money he and Kurama could get for the various treasures they acquired.

“Oh Kurlama, you always live up to yourl legend,” slurred a red haired female kitsune as she hooked her arm through Kurama’s and rubbed her head against his shoulder.

The black kitsune on the other side of the table smirked and nodded, raising his goblet in honor of their hero. Kuronue started to feel nauseous. The silver youko didn’t need anyone elsemakemake his head any fatter. ‘After the night of drinking and head swelling, Kurama won’t be easy to live with’, Kuronue grumbled to himself.

To the side of the red kitsune was her sister, the only difference being the silver streaks in her hair mixing with the dominant red tones. Kerstin was her name, if Kuronue remembered right. Hers was the only name to catch his memory since she was the least annoying. “Don’t hog him, Lini. I’m sure Kuronue would like to share some of our attentions. He was, after all, along with Kurama when he stole Kolovan’s sacred necklace.” Kerstin winked at Kuronue, sliding her foot along his leg underneath the table. Despite her good intentions, Kuronue jerked away. Her words had struck a nerve she didn’t mean to hit. The very least Kurama could do was mention Kuronue and the help he had given the kitsune. For the past three hours, he had done nothing to even acknowledge the winged demon’s presence.

“Tch, why would WE carle about someone like him?” Lini sniffed, then kissed the shoulder she had been resting her head against. “Kurlama’s the one that deserlves all the attention, not some handicapped wannabe. Why have wings if you can’t even fly? Feh, I bet Kurama has had to bail you out more often than not-”

Kuroune stood, having had all that he could take. “I’ll meet you back in our room,” he growled down at Kurama. Not having the full use of his wings still bothered Kuroune, and having someone point it out to him was grounds for ripping that someone’s head off. Seeing as how attached Kurama was to these idiots, he had better leave now before things got violent.

“Don’t get mad, Kuro. Here,” Kurama shook his shoulder, bumping the red kitsune’s head up, “apologize to my partner. He did help... A little.” Lini batted her eyes at Kurama, then mumbled an apology.

“Come on, don’t take offense to some drunken girl.” As soon as Kurama turned away, the red kitsune stuck her tongue out at Kuronue. “Why don’t we go back to our room and have a little fun with all three of them?” Kurama asked. “Kerstin seems to like you well enough.”
“Yeah!” Lini bounced, hugging Kurama’s arm even tighter. “Let’s go back to yourl rloom.”

The winged demon ignored Lini and shot the dirtiest look he could summon at Kurama. “You know how I feel about that... If you want to screw around, then do it elsewhere.” With that being said, Kuronue turned around and headed back to his room. Being bothered by seeing Kurama sleep around wasn’t something he liked to admit out in the open. Bedding anyone he wanted was ingrained too deeply in Kurama’s nature, and it would next to impossible to ask him to stop. Of course, that brought up another touchy subject for Kuronue. He felt no need to share with Kurama how he truly felt for him. In the Makai, that was just asking to be laughed at.

“Fine, have it your way!” Kurama called after him.

“Why, Kurama, I think your darling partner a t a thing for you.” The black kitsune chuckled, not caring if Kuronue heard him or not.

“Yeah, right. He can barely stand me.”

Whatever Kurama said next was drowned out by a roar of laughter at the table Kuronue was walking past. When it finally quieted down, the winged demon was already out of hearing range.

~#~

The next day, Kuronue woke with an unimaginably large headache. The night before, as he had passed by a waitress on the way up to his room, the winged demon had snagged a bottle of hard liquor. Now he was paying the consequences. He groaned, rolling to his side before sitting up. His head felt twice its normal size. Looking around, Kuronue didn’t notice any signs of Kurama having come back. With a shrug, then a groan for jostling his head about, Kuronue fell back to the sheets. ’Let that damn kitsune sleep his hangover off in the arms of his admirers. I could care less.’

Light bore through the slits in the blinds, waking Kuronue several hours later. The window in his small room faced west, alerting the demon to the closeness of nightfall. Luckily for him, the headache had lessened to a manageable dull ache between his eyes. Carefully pushing himself up, he looked around. Still no sign of Kurama. While he did leave Kuronue for romps, they had a deal never to leave for longer than a night. Just in case something happened to one another. Something tugged at Kuronue’s stomach, a slight sense of alarm that made him dress even more quickly.

The downstairs bar was starting to get crowded again, a good mix of demons from different parts of the world. Kuronue hastily sought out the owner; a tall, bald, blue skinned demon with two burly arms full of various tattoos. Once found, the demon turned his full attention to Kuronue, probably remembering the large amount of money he and Kurama had already spent on room and board. “Hey, I’m looking for a kitsune that I came in with earlier. He probably rented out a room with three other kitsune, two red and one black.”

“Yeah. I’ve seen him,” rumbled the demon’s deeply tonoiceoice.

“And? Where’s the room they rented?”

“I can’t share such information with you, it’s against our policy,” the owner sneered down at Kuronue.
The winged demon moved quickly, one hand grabbing the owner’s throat whilst the other brought up his scythe. Halting the rounded blade inches from the neck of the bald demon, Kuronue growled, “Fuck your policy, where’s my partner?” The room had gone silent, all staring at the spectacle.

“Ahem... As I was saying... He’s in room Ten B, it’s the next building over..” The owner could have pushed Kuronue away easily, but he sensed the strong youki emitting from the agitated demon. Youki that was easily ten times his own.

Kuronue released the owner with a slight push, then darted out of the room. The other building wasn’t too far away, especially at the speed he was running. Room Ten B was at the end of the one story building, furthest from the tavern. At first, Kuronue tried opening the door, but found it locked. On the second kick, however, the door flew back. Kuronue peeked his head inside and finally found thu kitsune. The room was empty besides Kurama, who was in a predicament that the winged demon couldn’t help but laugh at. Two heavy metal wristlets were locked around each of the kitsune’s arms. A large collar wrapped snugly around his neck, and a chain dangled from the front of the collar and ended at the foot of the bed.

Kurama sat naked with his back against the wall, a few feet from the bed, arms resting on both arched knees. His ears were pressed tightly against the back of his head, his tail beating rapidly against the floor. “Don’t EVEN start with me,” he growled, glaring daggers at his laughing partner.

The wristlets and collar were easily recognized by Kuronue; he had seen his father use them on countless victims. They held two charms that subdued their wearer, the first being the ward that drained the wearer of his energy, answering Kuroune’s question as to why Kurama didn’t just summon his plants to take out his attackers. The last charm was the worst. There were stones in each item that reacted to one another. If brought close to one another, a violent charge would surge from the stones and shock the victim. Judging by the burns on Kurama’s wrists and neck, he had already learned of that reaction.

All Kuronue had to do was pick the locks on each and release the kitsune... It wasn’t going to be that easy for Kurama though. After last night, Kuronue wanted a little payback. Besides, finding the kitsune this subdued and completely at his mercy was rare enough in itself. Even if he’d suffer Kurama’s wrath later, this would be all worth it.

“They teamed up against me earlier this morning, while I was still asleep, and put these on me. I can’t remove them... And they stole the necklace.” Kurama narrowed his eyes as Kuronue was sent into another fit of laughter.

“Oooh man... This is ironic beyond all words, you know.” Kuronue eased the door back to somewhat block the entrance, then sat in a chair near the bed. Leaning forward, he grabbed the chain and idly tugged on it.

The silver youko growled, trying to yank the chain out of Kuronue’s hands. “Don’t even think about it. Just free me and let’s get the hell out of here.”

“No.”

Kurama blinked in surprise, dropping the chain. “Excuse me?”

“No.” The winged demon tugged roughly on the chain, pulling Kurama to his knees. “You have to work for it.” He patted his lap while his legs drifted open.

“I hate you, brat.” Kurama mumbled as he got up, only to be brought back to his knees.

“No no no... Crawl to me.” Kuronue laughed as he watched the kitsune’s tail grow to three times it’s normal size. Submissiveness never came to the proud Kurama easily.
Through a steady growl, Kurama crawled to his partner. A slight amount of color rose to his cheeks as his steely golden eyes stared into Kuronue’s black ones. “You do know you’ll pay for this, right?”

The winged demon bent down, taking Kurama’s chin between his thumb and finger, until he was an inch away from the kitsune’s face. “I’ll look forward to it. Until then,” Kuronue released the silver youko and leaned against the back of the chair, “do what you’re best at... And I don’t mean bragging.”

Reluctantly, Kurama unbuttoned his partner’s pantemovemoving the slightly hardened member. After one last glare up at Kuronue, he took half of the demon’s length into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around the tip, he raised his head and sucked hard at it before running his tongue across tlit.lit. Kuronue moaned, raising one hand to stroke the soft silver hair of his lover. Kurama’s ears were still flattened and twitched slightly with repressed anger.

The kitsune plunged his head down Kuronue’s length, his mouth engulfing all of the slim but long member. Slowly, at first, Kurama raised then lowered his head, setting the pace he knew Kuronue hated the most.

He put up with it for a little while, enjoying the feeling of Kurama’s lips wrapped around his length. Or how his tongue would dart out every now and then and lick his sack. As his need grew, Kuronue grabbed a handful of Kurama’s hair. He tugged roughly at it, shoving the kitsune’s head up and down at a quicker pace. Moans filled the air as Kuros pls pleasure increased.

After a while, the black haired demon’s grasp in Kurama’s hair tightened, just before Kuronue gasped and drove his hips up. He released just as Kurama reached the base of his erection, the seed streaming down Kurama’s throat. The mixed tastes of sweetness and salt were nothing new to the kitsune, for as long as they had been together. As Kuronue released his hair, Kurama lifted his head, cleaning off the head almost out of habit. The winged demon leaned down again, lifting Kurama’s chin until their lips met.

Kuronue flicked his tongue across Kurama’s lips, tasting a bit of himself. Slightly aroused by his lover’s release, the kitsune pressed his lips against Kuronue’s in a hungry kiss. The winged demon scooted the chair back as he dropped to his knees, his hands kneading Kurama’s inner thighs. A slight purr came from the silver youko as his own hands massaged then scratched down Kuronue’s spine.

It didn’t take long for Kuronue to become hard once again. Pushing Kurama to the floor, he wrapped an arm around the kitsune’s waist and turned him onto his stomach. He tugged Kurama up to his knees, rubbing his member over the kitsune’s entrance. his his free hand, Kuroune started to rub Kurama’s weeping length, smiling at the kitsune’s reaction. Kurama’s ears were no longer flat, but slightly drooped at the furry tips. Kuronue’s experience with the kitsune told him that Kurama was now enjg hig himself. Bending to kiss and nip at the nape of Kurama’s neck, he slowly entered his lover.

The kitsune moaned wantonly, arching his back as he dug at the floor with his long nails. As Kuronue slid further into him, Kurama raised his tail to playfully tickle the winged demon’s chin. Impatiently, Kuronue shoved the tail out of the way, releasing his grip on Kurama’s member to grab a hold of the youko’s shoulders and glide fully into his partner. Kuronue thrust into Kurama a few times before his right hand drifted back down to the kitsune’s member.

They both moaned and panted as Kuronue pumped Kurama in time with his thrusts. Spreading his wings out for balance, Kuronue increased his speed. The tightness around his member kept Kuronue fighting hard not to come before Kurama, though judging from the fevered pitch of the kitsune’s moans, he didn’t have long to wait. Kuronue straightened backback, ramming into Kurama as his nails dug into the silver youko’s hip.

Kurama bowed his head then snapped it back up. He cried out his lover’s name as came, his seed spilling onto the ground. It was too much for Kuronue to witness; the look on Kurama’s face as he cried out and the way his body shook as he released. Combined with the feeling of Kurama’s walls pressing against his member, it didn’t take but a few breaths before pleasure ripped through his body in a sudden burst.

“Aah... heh... hmm...” Kuronue panted as they both dropped to the ground in a sweaty pile. With deliberate slowness, Kuronue removed himself from Kurama’s body. The kitsune winced slightly, his hand rising to stroke through Kuroune’s hair as he laid on top of him. “Mmmmmm... I think you definitely deserve to be freed,” Kuronue whispered.

“Hmm? Oh yeah, whenever you’re ready,” the silver youko mumbled, still recovering.

They laid together, catching their breath, until Kuronue finally rose to his knees and snapped the wristlets off of Kurama. Within seconds Kurama had picked the lock that kept the collar around his neck. He threw the collar away from him, growling slightly. “Damn them...”

“I don’t know,” Kuronue said as he tugged the kitsune back down to him. “I’m kinda grateful that I had this opportunity.” He laughed and blocked as Kurama tried to punch him. “Hopefully you learned something from all of this.”
s. Ts. Two things, in fact. Never sleep with a group of demons that are just as wily as myself.”

“And the second?”

Kurama smirked down at his lover, just as Kuronue felt something wrap around his ankles and a wrist. “The second?” The kitsune chuckled darkly as he swung a leg over Kuronue’s waist, straddling him before bending down to whisper in his partner’s ear. “Revenge is sweet.”