Mistakes

How did I screw up? I did every thing I normally do, and yet, here I was…somehow.

He’d caught my eye a while back with his silky long black hair, his deep blue eyes appearing almost violet and dancing as if always amused with something; ears poking through a ragged hat…and his wings—translucent black membranes rising from his shoulders to over his head before flowing downwards. He was gorgeous. There was no doubt about that. And I wanted him.

I watched him, deciding what would be the best way to approach him. I know he saw me. When he caught me, I’d smile, lowering my lashes over my golden eyes and nod at him. Some times, I’d wink. He’d blush and stutter in whatever conversation he’d been involved in. He was so cute! I was sure he was submissive by how he reacted to my innocent flirting. Or maybe he was just inexperienced. Either way, I was sure I had my approach right. I’d be sweet, gentle, tempting. I mean, I knew he was interested. It was just a matter of breaking the ice. Nothing I hadn’t done before, many times. I knew the game. Or so I thought. I must have missed something, but what?

It was a typical night. The bar was crowded, full of thieves, assassins, and murderers. It didn’t matter. The only law in this place was money. If you had it, you were welcome and I was always welcome. I was a thief. Not just any thief, THE thief. The infamously famous Youko Kurama, known throughout the Makai and the Reikai for my many skills…not just those that allowed me to rob you blind while you watched, but also those that would make you beg me to take you to bed or just take you, if you preferred it that way. And tonight, I was on the prowl. I wanted him and I was going to have him. Nothing would stop me. He wouldn’t, not after a bit of convincing. I was confident I knew how to approach him.

He was quiet, perhaps inexperienced, but he smiled readily in the group he was with. That smile drew me to him. It made him look so innocent. An innocent demon? Funny, isn’t it? Tonight, he would smile at me.

I walked up to him, confident, carrying drinks, one for me, one for him. I leaned forward, next to him, allowing my long silver hair to form a curtain between us and the others at the table as I put the drink down in front of him. “Youko Kurama,” I introduce myself, smiling at him.

His eyes were wide, surprise in them. “Really?” he asked. I suppose, with my reputation, it’s not uncommon for others to try to impersonate me. The question is not unreasonable.

“Really,” I answer, brandishing his coin purse. “You travel light,” I add, handing the lightened bag back to him.

“Not this light,” he counters, holding out his hand, expecting me to return the coins. How adorably naïve!

One of the demons with him makes a small noise and moves, but he just glances at him quickly. The table then empties. Maybe I should have taken note of that, but I was having fun, I was on the hunt. And my prey was so delightfully entertaining. Sliding into one of the vacant chairs, I asked, “So, why should I give it back?”

“Because you’ve already given me back my purse, so you’re obviously not interested in my money.”

I prop my elbow on the table, playing with the coins I’d taken in my upraised hand. “And what else do you have that I’d be interested in?”

He blushed, the color flooding his cheeks and crossing his nose. Oh, so, delightfully and adorably edible he is! He reaches over and tries to take the coins out of my hand. I now have his fingers trapped with the coins. “Let go,” he mutters quietly.

He isn’t pulling back, though, so he either really wants the coins or doesn’t really want me to let go. I decide to test the theory. Leaning forward, I challenge, “Give me a good reason to.” I am whispering directly into one of his ears. His blush darkens and I can feel the heat coming off his face as I continue to stay near his ear, breathing gently into it as I wait for his answer.

There is a slight quaver in his voice when he answers, “Because I said to let me go and give me back my coins.”

Chuckling, I ask, “And what do I get in return?”

He turns to face me, cheeks still red, but his eyes narrowed slightly, “What do you want?”

“You,” I answer, moving in to claim a kiss from him. Steal it, more to the point. And as long a kiss as I’m permitted to steal. He doesn’t pull back. Not that he can, really, with his hand caught by mine and the chair behind him. Slowly, I explore his lips with mine, watching his face as I do. I can see his eyes, lust mixing with the irritation I’ve caused him. Wondering how far he’ll let me go, I slowly slide my tongue along his lips, tasting him. He tastes so good, like something rich and a little bitter, sinfully delicious. This taste could be quite addictive, I think as his hand comes up to my chest.

To my surprise, though why I was surprised, I don’t know, he pushed me back. “I didn’t say you could kiss me.”

“I don’t recall asking for permission,” I answer with a smile. I should have caught that, but I wasn’t paying the right kind of attention. His taste was on my lips and I wanted more.

“You might get farther if you were more polite.”

“It’s never been an issue before.” This was odd. I had never before been told I needed to be polite…or anything of the sort. Maybe less of a tease…but ‘polite’?

“You don’t even know my name yet.” There was a smirk in his eyes even though it didn’t reach his mouth.

“And your name is?” I ask. I can feel his fingers wriggling around in my hand, still trapped with his coins.

“Give me back what is mine and maybe I’ll tell you.” His voice is light, teasing.

I grab his wrist before opening my hand, turning his palm up, and kissing it. His skin is satiny against my lips despite the calluses from holding a weapon. And the richness of his lips is here too. Gods, does his entire body taste this way? It’s lusciously intoxicating! After a moment, I reluctantly remove my lips from his palm and replace them with his coins. His eyes are on me, curious, calculating, as he returns his coins to his purse. “Is it just you, or are all kitsune this….” He trailed off, searching for a word.

“Sensual?” I supply.

“No, more forward,” he counters, his voice harsh.

I put on a wounded face, “I’m being too forward. I do apologize. Please, may I have your name so I can apologize more properly?”

“I don’t want your apology, kitsune,” he snaps at me.

Frowning, I slide back from him in my chair. I really don’t understand this. He was responding to me. “What, then, do you want?”

He glances over at the bar. I follow his gaze and see the bartender nod. “Come with me,” he practically orders me as he stands up. I am about to protest on some principle when he turns and looks at me over his shoulder, tipping his wing to frame his face, and with a dark voice says, “Kuronue.”

That does it…he’s given me his name… and his voice, the look in his eye. He wants me…and who am I to deny anyone that? Even if things aren’t quite going how I thought they would, they’ll still end where I want them to…with me buried deep within his body as he cries out in passion. Gods, he’s got a nice ass, I think as I walk behind him up the stairs to the private rooms above the bar. I’ve been up here a few times. The hallway is dingy, dirty, but the rooms are nice, kept clean enough, with attached bathing rooms with endless hot water. I manage to draw my eyes upwards, following his straight spine to his shoulder blades where his clothes were cut to accommodate his black wings. His ponytail brushed the wing joints with each step. I wondered if his wings were sensitive and how sensitive. As he paused at the top of the stairs, I ran a hand lightly over one of the thin membranes. A shiver rippled through the flesh of his wing and back. When he looked over his shoulder at me again, I could see lust darkening his blue eyes. “I didn’t say you could touch me, kitsune.”

“My name is Youko Kurama,” I countered as I stepped closer to him and whisper into his ear, “Kuronue. You may call me Kurama, if you wish, or Youko…but kindly use my name.” I wrapped my arms around him, tipping my head to lick his ear. He was about a head shorter than me. I could rest my chin on top of his head if he let his hair down and removed that hat of his. Tempting thought, cut short as he twisted around to look at me.

There was a glint in his eyes. One I hadn’t seen before but should have known. “I’ll call you whatever I please.” He stepped out of my grasp and into the nearest room, holding the door open and waiting for me to follow.

And I did, still unsuspecting, but not for much longer. He pressed me up against the door after closing it behind me, pulling my head down, and kissing me more thoroughly that I would have thought possible by how he’d acted before. That taste, the velvet texture of his lips mixed with the rich bitter sweetness I’d tasted on his lips flooded my senses as his tongue mapped every surface of my mouth. I can feel his fingers in my hair, tracing trails up to my ears. Dear gods, he found it…the spot on my ears that most people miss, the spot that shuts down my brain in favor of the sweet sensations flooding my body. The next thing I’m aware of is him pulling away with a satisfied smirk on his lips and a feeling of heaviness around my neck. Dazed, I reach up to touch my neck. Whatever it is, it stings! I pull my hand away and glare at him. “What is this?”

“It’s a ward, kitsune. It will keep you from summoning any plants accidentally while we play.” There is a dangerous glint in his eyes now. Now, finally pieces begin to fall into place. He’s about as far from submissive and inexperienced as one can be. He is chuckling now, “You walked right into this without protest. I want you to remember that, kitsune.” Fuck, he had me there! And my pride and reputation wouldn’t allow me to walk out of the room, especially not while warded. He cocked his head at me, almost as if reading my thoughts, “Well, do you want to play, kitsune? Or do you want to run away and hide?”

I was going to be in control of this situation! Even with the stupid ward around my neck! I pounce at him, my hands extended, reaching for his shoulders. I catch him, and growl out, “My name is Youko Kurama, Kuronue, not kitsune, and you will be using it. I do not run away.”

He chuckles and grabs my wrists. The next thing I know, I’m on my back with the bat straddling my chest. “I don’t care what your name is, kitsune. And you will call me ‘Master’ if you want anything out of me.” He pushes my hands above my head and the straps around his arms move down and around my arms, securing them to a ring I hadn’t noticed before. His clothing must be like mine, an extension of his ki, and, therefore, subject to his will.

‘Master?’ I repeat mentally, torn between irritation, amusement, and arousal. Irritation at myself for missing whatever signs there’d been and for being so easily caught, amused that he’d think I’d ever call anyone ‘Master’ and aroused by his taste, how he knew exactly where to touch my ears and he was just plain sexy. Had his lips been on my neck instead of my mouth when he’d rubbed my ears, I probably would have embarrassed myself by coming on the spot. Imagine, me, known for my skill and prowess, being so simply undone…and so simply caught! I start laughing, more at myself than anything, looking up into his beautiful blue eyes. I finally answer him, “Only if you make me come before you do.” Oh the look that challenge earned me! A delightful mix of an angry glare, shock, lust and determination. There’s a good chance this will turn out well. “Keep going with what you had in mind,” I add quickly. I am curious to see what he was going to do. “And if I release before you, I’ll do as you ask. If you release first, I need a new partner and I think you’d fit the bill.” Actually, I’m not sure why I said that. Maybe because it gives me a chance to taste him more often. His taste…I wanted more of it. He was luscious!

He bends over me, his hands on either side of my head. I can feel his breath on my face as he talks. “You think you’re in a position to make demands, kitsune? Warded and bound? Are you sure you’re the great Youko Kurama? You seem a daft idiot to me!”

With him bent over me, I can feel the weight and heat of his cock and balls pressing into my abdomen. He is hard…not fully yet, but definitely aroused, and deliciously sized. I wonder…I wonder if it tastes like his lips and hand. Were I not already fully erect from his kisses and fondling my ears, that thought would have done it. I’m not quite sure what it is, but I want him, badly. Strange…I can’t remember wanting anyone else this much. I should answer him rather than get lost in my thoughts. If I don’t play along, I think he won’t want to play and may leave me warded, just out of spite. How did he get a hold of such a ward in the first place? Some indignant part of my brain wonders. A ward specifically designed for kitsune, so as not to harm him as well. Oh well, I will get it out of him later. Revenge will be so sweet…in more ways than one. But now to play his game. “I am quite sure I am Youko Kurama. I’d really prefer if you called me Kurama, though. And, if you’re not convinced, let me up and I’ll show you.”

He sneers, and even that looks good on him. “You really are daft if you think I’m going to let you up.”

I smirk back at him and lift my legs, pushing against his back so that his lips are brought against mine. His taste is again in my mouth, flooding my senses. Using my legs to hold him still, I trace his lips with mine before using my tongue to taste him more thoroughly. His eyes are open, still on mine, a little surprised and a lot lustful. I draw his lower lip between my teeth, nibbling on it a bit. Gods, I could eat him, he tastes so wonderful. I don’t ever want to stop kissing him! I let go of his lip and slip my tongue into his mouth, tracing the inner surface of his lips and touching his teeth gently. He has sharp fangs, I notice as I slide my tongue over them. I then enter farther, meeting his tongue. It seems he’s been waiting for this. It is then he begins to challenge my dominance of this kiss, our tongues sliding over each other, eliciting the most erotic sensations coursing through my body, and his I’m sure. I can feel his shaft growing harder and hotter as our tongues dance. I feel the beginnings of aching for contact stirring in my own shaft. I feel him move and hear his hands slide along the floor so that he is now resting on his forearms, our kiss deepening as our dance continues in his mouth. I will not submit, and neither will he. I feel his fingers on the tips of my ears. Shit, he’s going to cheat to win this. I am not quite flexible enough to use my feet on his wings, or I would cheat as well. As our mouths remain locked together, his fingers slowly massage my ears, slipping downwards. I am torn between wanting him to go faster, to find that spot again quickly and wanting him to stop so I can win the battle in his mouth. His fingers are nimble and skillful as they trace every line, every vein, and every muscle in my ears. My mind fuzzes into sheer bliss as his fingers find that spot again, close to where my ears attach to my scalp.

The next thing I’m aware of, he is standing over me, smirking. I feel cool and look down. He has removed my clothing and since I’m warded, I cannot create more. Not that I really want to, but that’s surely beside the point. He has also tied my feet, spread apart. I look up at him again, something pricking at my mind that I missed. Ah, that’s it. He’s nude as well. The first thing I see is his shaft, standing proudly out from his body. Shit, he’s beautiful, so well hung. I lick my lips, wanting to feel that shaft slide past my lips and down my throat. As if it senses my thoughts, it twitches, dancing on his hips. I hear laughter in his voice as he asks, “Like what you see, kitsune?”

“Couldn’t you tell?” I ask, trying to sound cocky instead of needy. I’m not entirely sure I pulled it off, based on his expression.

He kneels down next to me, his shaft hanging temptingly just out of reach over my lips. I can see every line, every vein that courses just under his skin. I can see a glistening drop of pre-cum standing on the tip, begging me to take it…and all the gods know I want to oblige, but he is too far away. The head flares beautifully away from his slit, gracefully turning under slightly where it joins the body of his shaft. Gods…I want to taste it, I want it in my mouth. Fuck him for keeping it out of my reach! His fingers grasp my chin and force my eyes away from that sight and to his eyes. “You look like your starving, kitsune. Tell me, what do you want most right now?”

Fuck it, he’s gonna play that way! Now…how to play back…how do I get what I want? If he’s twisted enough, I won’t get it either way…and I’m beginning to thing he is. I decide to go with the direct answer. “I want your dick in my mouth.” I wriggle a bit and then add, “I also want to be untied and unwarded. And I want you to call me by my name.”

He chuckles and pets my cheek as if I were some precocious child. “You’re cute, you know, absolutely adorable.” I almost flinch hearing my thoughts about him voice out loud to me…about me. “Three requests, hmmm. Maybe, if you ask nicely, I’ll grant one of them.”

I leer at him, “You haven’t made me come, so I’m not going to say that word.”

He taps my nose….he taps my nose?! What the hell is that? “To get what you want, you’ll do what I say, kitsune.”

I snarl at him, but…dare I admit this…part of me is really enjoying this game. “I want your dick in my mouth, please,” I decide to try, my voice sarcastic.

He clicks his tongue at me. Gods, this is humiliating. Why the hell am I so horny, so turned on by this? “You’ll have to do better than that, kitsune.”

“Give me your fucking dick or I swear I’ll truss you up so tightly you won’t know what hit you,” I growl out.

“Hmmm…” he looks like he’s laughing at me, “sounds like someone wants to remain tied down and warded.” He makes a move to stand up.

I don’t want him to leave! “Please!” I know I sound like I’m desperate and begging…well, because I am, but it works, he stops.

“Please what?”

“Please let me taste your dick. Your mouth tastes so good, so does your hand. I want to know if your whole body tastes that way. I want to taste every bit of your skin, caress it with my lips, my tongue, bring you exquisite pleasure.” My voice goes from desperate to seductive.

“So that you can leave me,” he growls out.

So…that is the issue… “Leave you?”

“Yes, the infamous Youko Kurama fucks ‘em senseless, and then leaves, always leaving the other wanting more.” He is angry…I don’t understand. I don’t know what to say, so I remain silent. “If that’s what I wanted, I would have let you have your way. But, this time, it is you, kitsune, who is going to want more!” With that he moves quickly to straddle my shoulders and pulls back on my hair, forcing my mouth open. Damn it, now his cock is within reach, but I can’t move my head to it. Shit, what now?! “It’s time you learned your lesson, kitsune!”

“What the hell are you talking about?!” I manage to spit out. “How I choose to fuck someone is up to me. Why does that upset you?”

“Because,” he growled out, bending closer to my face, anger mixed with lust in his eyes, “because, you will be mine!”

“What the hell do you mean, yours?” Holy shit, he did not just say that. This has to be some sick dream.

“I mean just that, kitsune. You will be mine. You know what that means, I’m sure. You’re intelligent enough.” I can’t stand his condescending tone!

“Youko Kurama belongs to no one!” I shout at him. I’m pissed now, but fuck it all, I’m still totally aroused. There has to be a way out of this stupid mess…and then I’ll screw his brains out before I leave!

“Even now,” he accuses me, “even now, you’re thinking of leaving! I can see it in your eyes. You won’t be free until you understand and accept that you will not leave me. Not until I tell you to leave.”

What the hell? I think I may have said that out loud because he continued to speak.

“You, with your stupid games, how could you understand? I don’t want to be just another that you’ve seduced. I want more.”

“If you were listening, idiot,” I growl at him, “I already said I wanted more out of you than just sex!” Well, that seems to have gotten his attention. “I told you, if I won my ‘stupid game,’ you’d be my partner. Weren’t you listening? And if you win, you get what you want!”

The expressions that cross his face are almost comical. Anger, calculation, shock, disbelief, and finally, understanding. Understanding that melts into a lecherous leer to rival any I’d seen before…and that’s saying something. And he continues to hold my hair, not letting me move my head, and his dick is so temptingly close and so frustratingly unattainable. And then he slides down my body, moving his erection even further away. I must have whimpered because he laughs at me. “Don’t worry, kitsune. I’ll let you taste it when I’m ready.” He is now lying on top of me, looking into my eyes closely. I can see the faceted blue of his eyes. There are hints of violet in them. They are so beautiful. “Do you really mean it? You want to be my partner?”

I consider arguing semantics for a moment. He will be my partner, not the other way around. But then, his hips move against mine and I decide that semantics don’t matter right now…we can work them out later. “Yes.”

Oh, he rewards me for that answer! His lips are on mine, lightly at first, exploring, tentative almost. But he is so good, too. He gradually deepens our kiss, slowly exploring my lips with his before his tongue joins in. He is amazing! I wonder if this is how it feels when I kiss him. Does it feel so good? His tongue asks for entrance and I grant it, my senses again flooded with his taste, still as sinful, still as sweetly bitter. His tongue explores my mouth and the sensations are shamefully ticklish and erotically amazing. A groan makes its way out of my body and my hips move against him. Gods, how I wish I could hold him! His tongue leaves my mouth as his lips trace a path along my jaw to my neck. I tilt my head back, opening my throat to his mouth, making myself vulnerable to him. I groan as his lips and tongue explores my neck. I gasp aloud as he brings his teeth against my pulse point and buck against him. Gods, it feels so good. I have always been dominant, rarely receiving this kind of attention myself. He is remarkably talented with his lips, tongue and teeth. I groan wantonly as his mouth reaches the hollow of my throat. I arch further into his touch, opening myself more, encouraging him with my body and my voice to continue. I think if I were to arch my back any more, it or the floor would break, but I don’t care. It feels so good. I rub my erection against him, and can feel the trail of pre-cum I leave behind. He feels so good.

And then….he is gone. Where…? Why can’t I see? Oh, my eyes are closed. I open them to see him hovering over me. Well, not really. He is balanced on his toes and hands, out of reach, with his wings spread. His hair is still bound and falls over his ears, dancing in my panting breaths. “Why’d you stop?” I complain.

“I didn’t think you wanted to loose that easily,” he counters, grinning at me.

I have already lost, though…and won…we both have…but, we still will play. “I’m not going to loose,” I return, “at least not till I taste more of you.” Gods, he is so intoxicating.

He laughs at me, “Really, you just want to taste me?”

“If you’d untie me, I’d show you what I want to do to you!”

He continues to laugh at me and settles his body to my right, using his right hand to caress my chest. “I don’t think I want to untie you, and I think you’re enjoying being tied down. I think I’ll do as I said. I’ll do what I had planned for you. Next time, maybe I’ll let you have your way, but this time is my game.” He runs his hand up along my breastbone and neck to cup my cheek, turning my head to look into his eyes. “If you’re good, I’ll let you have your way next time…but if you misbehave, I’ll make you wait…and I’ll keep you warded anytime we’re alone.”

Gods, “You’re so sexy!” I murmur, reaching for his lips with mine. I want him so badly! He lets me kiss him, but only long enough to get his taste on my lips, but not enough to savor him.

“I know, I know…” he laughs at me, but I don’t care. I want more of him. His hand trails down my neck, retreating along its path, swirling briefly in the hollow between my collarbones, then down my breastbone. He pauses, watching his fingers as they trace random patterns in the center of my chest. “You are, too,” he murmurs quietly, almost too softly for me to hear, seemingly lost in his reverie or activity. I remain silent, watching him. Slowly his lips come down, brushing against my shoulder lightly, almost tickling. He draws back slightly. I catch his profile. He looks thoughtful, contemplative, his eyes almost closed, looking not quite focused. His tongue slips between his lips and caresses my skin with little more pressure than his lips. I don’t quite understand this change, but I cannot take my eyes off of him. With the same expression, he moves his body over mine, his eyes still focused on my shoulder. With a little more pressure, he again brings his lips and tongue against my skin. I can feel my body getting hotter as he slowly explores my chest with the same expression and light touches. His lips ghost along under my collarbone. His hair trails along behind him, more substantial than his kisses in its weight. Slowly, agonizingly slowly and torturously light, he continues across to my other shoulder and then slowly down, angling his head slightly so his hair continues to follow him. He traces a burning trail from my shoulder to the overly sensitive nub of flesh on my chest. My eyes are transfixed, I cannot stop watching him. His body is over mine and I cannot move against him, not because of any ties or anything, but I am hypnotized by his exploration. I am panting….air just seems too thick to breathe properly. I am getting light headed, but I can’t take my eyes off him. His tongue brushes against one of my nipples and I let out a breathy gasp, but I still can’t look away. I can not see his face anymore, but I can’t look away. I wouldn’t move, even if I could. I would let him continue his exploration. I have never felt so wanted before…and his touches are light, teasing, but I feel so wanted. He trails his tongue across my chest to my other nipple, lightly brushing against it before continuing his light kisses down my body. I can feel myself quaking, trembling with need. I need him to continue. I need more, but he refuses to give it to me. Lightly, ghosting, he slips down my ribcage before tracing its lower edge upwards. Here, his tongue swirls around, making me gasp again. Never before had my body felt so…it was amazing. His lips and tongue barely touched me and I was on fire. There was nothing I could do, wanted to do about it. He moves to continue tracing my ribs, downwards with the same teasing, frustratingly, intoxicatingly light touches. When he reaches the lowest edge, he nips slightly, his teeth barely grazing my skin and a cry leaves my throat. I want more! I need it…if he denies me, I will…I think I may die. Slowly, he traces the lines of my abdomen, moving inwards. He traces circles around my navel and the slips down my body until his face is level with where my shaft arches away from my hips. “Do you still want to taste me?” he looks up at me and his eyes burn white hot through me.

“Please…” is all I can bring myself to say. I don’t care anymore how I sound. I watch as he slowly pivots his body, not moving his head, but bringing his body over mine, bringing his hips over my head, bringing his erection right over my mouth. Have I died and is this heaven? He smells sinfully rich! My tongue comes out, licking at the head of his shaft, that flesh that has tempted me almost this entire encounter. Between his scent and his taste, I am lost…adrift on such delightful sensations. The taste in my mouth is stronger here, combined with his sweet musk. I groan and tip my head back, and he obligingly slides his too delicious flesh into my mouth. I groan in delight, swirling my tongue around, trying to taste all of him at once. I begin sucking lightly as he moves slowly in and out of my mouth. And then…I gasp and groan in sheer bliss as his tongue touches my aching shaft. I am hard pressed to keep breathing when his mouth engulfs me in warm wetness, his tongue talented, pressing on every sensitive place he can find. His tongue ripples against the head of my shaft before moving downwards along my shaft. His tongue traces the flared edge, curling around it before tracing wild patterns down the body of my shaft. His lower lip presses against the vein that lines the underside of my erection, adding delicious friction to the art his tongue is performing. I pause in my own ministrations, letting his activities overwhelm me…until he scrapes his teeth against my flesh, bringing me sharply out of my trance. He growls at me and I again begin to worship his erection with my mouth. Gods! Were my hands free, I’d show him how much I wanted him! But I was bound…so I was determined to do as much as I could with my mouth and tongue. Only…his mouth…his fingers…I groaned as his hands began to massage my balls, his mouth sucking my sex, his tongue hitting every place that sends shocks through my body. My mind was beginning to cloud with the pressure of approaching release.

Then, suddenly…he is gone again…gone from my mouth and gone from around my shaft. I cry out in distress, “Come back…I need more!” It’s dark again. I open my eyes and bring my chin down. He has moved so that now I am looking into his blue eyes, lust glazed and sparkling with laughter.

“I’ll give you more, little kitsune, but I’m not finished with you yet.” He brings his mouth against mine and I can taste myself in him. Gods…if his taste alone was intoxicating, our combined taste is even more! My taste is light, crisp against his smooth darkness. I groan and press up against him, chasing his lips as he pulls back. He pets my head, murmuring softly, “Shhh, relax. You’ll get more.” I think he is laughing at me, but I really don’t care. All that matters is his promise.

I relax back on the floor, looking up at him lustfully. He returns my gaze, his eyes dark, burning white hot through me again as his body moves between my legs. I groan wantonly and thrust my hips upwards, opening myself to him, wordlessly begging him to take me. It is rare that I have allowed anyone this privilege, but I want him to take me, more than anything, I want him to take me…and soon! It is I who will be privileged.

He brushes my bangs away from my face. His hand is trembling slightly, as if he is fighting within himself. He brings his lips close to mine, not touching them yet, and whispers, “So needy…so delicious…do you know how much I want you?”

“Show me,” I groan and reach up to claim his lips, arching my hips again, doing what I can to encourage him. My efforts are rewarded as I feel his hand slide between our bodies to guide his shaft to my opening. I make myself relax, preparing to be entered as I feel the head of his erection press against my body. His hand comes back up and wraps under my shoulders and neck, his other hand holding my face. My only warning is his sharp intake of breath before he thrusts into me, seating his considerable length fully inside my body before stopping. I groan wantonly, throwing my head back, crying out loud a mixture of surprise, pleasure and a touch of pain. My world is a chaotic explosion of sensations and colors and…I am falling, but he holds me secure. After a moment, I groan out “More,” as I bring my lips up to meet his again.

So sweetly, he obliges me…I think he may have been trembling against me, struggling for control, but I’m too lost in the pleasure he’s giving me to know for sure. His strokes are slow, long, deep, and luxurious. I groan freely into our kiss, reaching out with my tongue to taste him more. His touch, his taste, him moving in me…I am in heaven! This is utter bliss. He shifts his hips just a fraction, and touches a spot I know so well on others…colors explode and my head falls back again, me gasping open-mouthed in ecstasy. Again and again, his shaft brushes against that spot. Again and again, I gasp, my body moving on its own to meet his thrusts. I can feel his lips on my neck and I cry out. I think it may sound like whimpering sobs, but I don’t care. I have never felt so good, so wanted, so… Words fail me as sensation overwhelms my mind…his hand has found my erection and he is pumping me in time to his strokes. I cannot take much more of this, but I want him to come with me. I tighten the muscles around his shaft and he groans aloud against my neck. The vibrations are…they almost make me forget my desire for him to come with me. I tighten my muscles rhythmically as he moves in my body, relaxing as he moves out. His strokes speed up. I am so close. Over and over, faster and faster…together…together….I can’t hold off any longer! My body arches and I scream out in ecstasy. I can feel him thrust hard once more into my body and he groans deeply against my neck as my shaft pulses in his hand, coating us with my release.

I drift; my body overcharged, my mind overwhelmed, overtaxed. I can feel his body panting against mine. How I wish I could hold him, savor the feel of his skin under my hands, stroke his wings. As if reading my mind, he slowly reaches up, touching the straps on my wrists. They obediently slither off my arms and back onto his. Slowly, my arms a bit stiff from being tied so long, I bring them down and lightly wrap them around his shoulders, finally able to enjoy the simple pleasure of feeling his skin with my hands. He is silky smooth and slick with sweat. I simply enjoy the sensation as we continue to lay silently, recovering. After a long moment, I ask, “So, what is it you want, Kuronue?”

He sighs and snuggles a bit into my chest. I think he was almost asleep. His voice sounds groggy as he answers me, “To be your partner, Kurama.”

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A/N First off, I do not own YYH.... That said, now to the rest of my ramble :D This is the penultimate story in what I'm calling the "Chocolate Arc" But, before I go on....I LOVE MY BETA :D Koga's Hentai Lover was ever so kind and beta'd this chapter for me, pointing out where I needed to add to make this story that much better. Now...to return to my ramblings....there is a short epilogue to this...and, I have eaten more Hershey kisses in the writing of this story than I have in the past....2 years. Do you know how hard it is to describe chocolate without saying "chocolatey"? Try it some time! Enjoy and REVIEW. Thank you :D