Bondage

The first time it happens, Yusuke has to admit that it's a little strange. He isn't used to being unable to defend himself, but he trusts Kurama, and so he lets the bindings around his wrists stay while the fox-demon licks a hot path down his body.

Besides, it is easy enough to snap the thin silk wrists from the bed-posts when he becomes tired of the gentle teasing, and a quick twist of his hips puts his lover beneath him, and he is back in charge.

The second time it happens, Yusuke's still a little wary, but he knows what's coming, and he knows his lover will let him get loose. The thickness of the ropes doesn't worry him too much, since an experimental tug yields the knowledge that they will break with minimum strain.

And, indeed, he soon wraps his hands around the ropes, fibers biting deep into his palms, and yanks, rolling onto Kurama with a low growl. He claims his lover's mouth fiercely and ignores, for now, the searing burn across his wrists.

The third time, the bindings are actual handcuffs, and this sends a shiver of uncertainty slipping into the pit of Yusuke's stomach, even as Kurama trails gentle touches along his chest and inner thighs. He closes his eyes and concentrates, finding that, with a little effort, he can force himself to focus on those familiar touches, rather than the cool, unforgiving metal.

This time, he's forced to use the slightest bit of demon strength to break the handcuffs, and they bite into the thin skin along his wrists painfully, but he doesn't take any notice. In fact, he only realizes he is injured much later, when Kurama is apologetically licking up the thin rivulets of blood in the warm aftermath.

Every time follows this pattern: Yusuke wakes each successive night to find himself restrained to the bed, Kurama hovering over him. And each time, the restraints become stronger and more elaborate, creating within the half-demon a stronger twinge of unease as he finds himself tapping deeper and deeper into his demonic reserves of strength to free himself at all costs.

Eventually, when Yusuke jerks awake at the slide of cool fingers along his arms to find that the bindings have escalated to become disturbingly medieval chains and manacles, he decides it's time to voice his discomfort. Enough is enough.

"Don't you think this is a little excessive?" he asks nervously, but Kurama seems not to notice as he leans in to nip at the half-demon's neck.

"I have to keep you from getting away somehow," he murmurs against the skin, and Yusuke squirms from equal parts pleasure and growing unease.

"Why?" he blurts desperately, and as the words leave his lips, it occurs to him that it is the question he should have asked long ago, and he can feel Kurama smile against his jaw as it finally comes.

"Why not?" the fox-demon replies simply, trailing warm kisses along Yusuke's jaw to press a hungry kiss against the half-demon's lips. And as he molds his body deliciously against Yusuke's, the half-demon considers.

'Why not?' He's uncomfortable, yes, but that could easily be a result of being thrust into an unfamiliar situation. He trusts his demon lover to keep him safe and respect his wishes, though - more than anyone else - and he has to admit, he's got more than a passing interest in the promise shining in Kurama's dark green eyes.

With a sigh, he relaxes, and Kurama lets a soft, pleased noise escape his parted lips. One slim-fingered hand slips between their bodies to flit gently over Yusuke's cock as a reward, wringing a pleased groan from the half-demon.

All too soon, Yusuke understands the benefits of relinquishing control. His lover knows just how to leave him gasping for more: long, firm strokes against his cock; teasing nips along his neck and shoulders. And when Kurama sinks slowly onto him, the aching need to touch Kurama is only heightened by the fact that he cannot.

Fierce heat coils in his belly as he is forced to focus solely on the tight heat and the easy pace, and when completion finally rages through him, he is left tired and sated in a way he has never experienced before. He only vaguely registers Kurama's soft cry from above him before he feels the demon collapse onto his chest.

Panting softly, Kurama reaches up to release the half-demon's wrists, bringing the lightly-bruised skin to his lips and mouthing gently. At the touch of soft tongue on delicate flesh, a fresh thrill of arousal shivers down Yusuke's spine, cutting sharply through the haze of exhaustion, and in the blink of an eye, he has Kurama on his back, shackled into the restraints.

The fox-demon blinks in surprise a few times, but he's always been better at adapting to unexpected turns of events, and a painfully seductive smile soon finds its way onto his face. Yusuke returns the smile with his own predatory grin.

"Not so great on the other side, is it?" he asks haughtily, lying through his teeth, and Kurama's only response is to roll his eyes and his hips, thrusting his arousal against Yusuke's. Through a strangled groan, Yusuke somehow manages, "Always have to have the last word, don't you?"

And as he leans in to press his lips against his lover's, he can feel the soft curve of the grin that says everything, and more.