Glow

One hundred thousand glowing glow sticks lit up the dark room. It was too hot and the smell of sweat and ecstasy would have easily been too much for Kurama had he not accustomed himself to it months ago. His long flowing white hair hung freely around his shoulders, eyes glowing green in the dim light, his pants were impossibly baggy and the clink of chains and buckles accompanied him everywhere he went. He was shirtless, the rave parties demanded he be shirtless to prevent over heating. Kurama would never make that newbie mistake again.

The deejay, a short and playful coyote demon, had chosen the traditional Sandstorm music and Kurama smiled at the very cliché. Weaving in and out of the crowd, the glow sticks that adorned every part of his body moving in time to his movements. Finding a place that provided enough room he slowly began to warm up and move his hips a bit, but his raving was interrupted suddenly. Kurama’s ears perked under his silvery hair in interest.

Inuyasha had a permanent snarl etched on his face. He too was wearing baggy Tripp jeans only in white trimmed with red. He practically glowed with illumination from his mostly green glow stick rings. Kurama could tell he was young, and the seething anger that coursed under his fine delicate skin was almost too much to bear. Moving closer, Kurama watched with interest as the young hanyou began twirling glow sticks on a string, his moves were quite note worthy. But beyond that, Kurama could not tear his eyes away from the dog demons body. He wore of all things a fish net shirt that showed off his lean form.

The song ended and Inuyasha smiled half heartedly at his admirers and then moved over to the water table. Kurama followed, a kitsune stalking his prey. The small cell phone buzzed in Inuyasha’s pocket and he picked it out with a disgusted snarl that rumbled in his throat.

“Stupid parents.” He muttered.

“Yeah, they can be a fucking pain.” Kurama replied, moving up softly beside him. Kurama was seventeen, his days of being told when to be home and what not were done ages ago when his parents died and left him alone.

Inuyasha blushed slightly and looked up through heavy silver bangs at Kurama. “My dad doesn’t want me going to these things—he says my grades are dropping and he’s afraid I’ll get hooked on X.”

“Ecstasy?” Kurama raised an eyebrow, “You don’t do that do you?”

“Fuck no.” He yelped. “Well, not yet…”

Kurama shrugged. “I have—it ain't worth it. You know you got some good moves, why don’t we—you know—go back out there?”

“Are you asking me to dance?” Inuyasha’s eyes widened startled.

“Yes, I guess I am.” He chuckled, and then froze. “I mean if you don’t swing that way it’s cool we can chill...”

“No no, it’s cool.” He looked away to hide a deepening blush.

Kurama smirked deeply. That was what he thought. Grabbing Inuyasha’s hand he dragged him out onto the dark floor, taking full liberty of grabbing the boy’s hips and yanking them against his. The song was of unknown origin, Kurama absently thought it sounded like Cascadia, but his attention was on Inuyasha. They were no longer raving as much as dancing with each other.

Inuyasha panted a little and wet his dry lips as he stared at the bishie kitsune who had so easily coerced him into this dance. He was bi, Inuyasha knew that. He equally enjoyed both sexes and loved sex even at just fifteen—typical dog demon. Kurama took his breath away; he was so perfectly made—so flawless and graceful. It made him wonder what else he could do.

A warm hand slid down to grasp the younger hanyou’s ass tightly, finding it nicely round and tight. Kurama’s arousal spiked, filling Inuyasha’s senses to the brim. The rave forgotten, it was just a blur of sound and light now as he ran his hands down the slick chest, Inuyasha looked up to catch Kurama’s gaze.

“Why don’t you touch me?” He rasped into the triangular dog ear that seemed to melt under his touch. “You made me this hard, now fix it.”

Bravely, but still trembling a bit, Inuyasha ground his hips forward. The kitsune felt massive. Nervous hands found their way into the top band of Kurama’s pants and dipped in deeper to encounter a small patch of fur, followed by sticky hot wet skin that twitched when he touched it.

“That’s it,” Kurama coaxed him. “Stroke it real good.”

The youkai kitsune was in the throes of blood lust and he shoved Inuyasha against a wall, continuing his rhythmic grinding of hips as his tongue traced a soft ear. He hadn’t counted on things going so well so fast, but he wasn’t complaining. Inuyasha was a teen out looking for revenge on his overly-strict father. That was what Kurama was willing to accept him as.

Suddenly without warning the hanyou began to trill in arousal, his humming moans music to the ears. Several other demons had noticed the scent and sounds but chose to ignore it. It was not uncommon for couples to copulate on the floor at demonic rave parties.

Kurama smirked. “So eager. Alright then my dirty hanyou, go down and suck my cock.”

Inuyasha hated the word hanyou, but coming from this gorgeous fox it seemed to take on new meaning and he loved the way it rolled off the tongue. With an all too willing gasp for air, he dipped to his knees, unzipping the Trip pants and removing the over sized cock from its confines. The glow sticks that adorned Kurama lit up the glistening flesh, the drop of precum that dripped forward in anticipation.

The inu youkai’s tongue shot out to collect the richly flavored seed. That wasn’t the end of it though, he wanted it all—to prove to himself he could take all this kitsunes demon cock into his throat, which he did with a gasp. Kurama was more surprised than anything that the hanyou was experienced enough to deep throat like that. But he had no idea about the dealings he’d had with a certain ookami…

Nine Inch Nails blared now over the speakers, a song that was most appropriate for the situation. As the singer droned on about wanting to fuck like an animal, Kurama laced his fingers into silver white hair and forced Inuyasha to move in time to the music. His glow sticks shuddered and waved in the darkness as he took Kurama’s cock over and over, his hands massaging the balls that rested loosely behind the item he was currently performing fellatio on. It was so like a dream.

Kurama released into the hanyou’s waiting lips and pulled away just in time to watch the cum string between the head of his cock and Inuyasha’s mouth. The black light made it glow slightly and he couldn’t help but smile at the innocent and yet fully aroused hanyou before him on his knees. The scent of seed not his own drifted upwards and he stopped with a wicked grin and drug Inuyasha to his feet.

“Did you just cream yourself?” He purred in satisfaction.

Face burning now, Inuyasha nodded. He hated being this fucking submissive. Kurama silenced his growl with a kiss, “It’s our little secret.”

Something between them buzzed and Inuyasha made a small groan, “That’s my dad—I really gotta get home- I’m way past my curfew and I wasn’t even supposed to be here.”

“So then, you’re a naughty boy?” Kurama joked; stroking his hands down the back of his new found lover then giving his ass a play slap.

Inuyasha jumped slightly, molding them together tightly, “Something like that. So when can I see you again?”

Kurama smirked victoriously. “You mean you want to?”

“Well maybe in a week or so,” he looked down blushing.

“Okay, we can do that.” Kurama smirked and took the phone from Inuyasha, programming his name and number into it.

“Kurama?” Inuyasha smiled. “I’m Inuyasha.”

Kurama chuckled; he’d totally not even thought to ask for the boys name. “Nice to meet you then—need a ride home?”

Inuyasha pondered then nodded, “Sure thing.”