Choice Words

Written as a response to LJ's yyh_kinkmeme prompt:: "Youko/Kuronue: Fucking against a tree. Youko and Kuronue are having fun after (or during) a heist. Fucking just outside wherever they stole from is like a last 'fuck you' to the previous owner."

De anon-ing here. (obviously) Reviews are loved, as always.

Choice Words

"That was almost too easy." Youko laughed as he and Kuronue made their way over the hedges that lined the sheik’s mansion.

For months they had planned this heist, and as usual, Youko's plan had gone off without a hitch. The sheik was well known for his taste in antiquities, but it wasn't until recently that he had truly caught the Bandit Lord's attention. There was a rumor that he had acquired the nectar of a very rare blossom, one that bloomed only once every thousand years. With that nectar, Youko was convinced he'd be unstoppable. It was said that one single drop would heal a fatal wound in a matter of seconds. Not that Youko really needed a reason to want it aside from its rarity. That alone was enough to make the greedy kitsune desire to possess it.


"You call that easy?" Kuronue asked incredulously, "If we hadn't been there together when we encountered those traps, we both would've been fucked!"
Kuronue hadn't escaped without his own treasure, a pair of priceless and rare gemstones, and an antique vase. Kuronue grunted as he was tripped by the vine of one of the watchman trees that edged the property.


Youko wasted no time in slashing the vine with his claws, and catching his comrade. The sheik’s defenses were impressive, too bad many of them were plant based, thus making it that much easier for someone with Youko's talents.


"Tha..." Kuronue started to express his appreciation, but two more vines reached out, grabbing his hands, and slamming him against one of the watchmen trees. He hit it with an "umph" as the wind was knocked from his lungs.


"Are you saying you doubted my control of the situation, Kuronue?" Youko questioned, a dangerous gleam in his eye that told Kuronue that if he gave the wrong answer he would suffer much worse than a sore back, and vine-burns on his wrists.


"O-of course not, Youko, I never doubt you," he stammered, looking nervously at the vines as they pulled his arms closer to the tree while Youko approached, that same look in his eye.


Youko studied his prey for a long moment before offering him a smirk. "I didn't think so," he said as he moved closer, so close, in fact, that Kuronue could feel his breath ghosting his cheek, "after all, you're not stupid enough," the kitsune licked a line from Kuronue's shoulder to his ear, making the others' breath hitch, "to question your leader."


Kuronue remained very still, showing absolute trust as the beautiful fox nipped at his throat, the sensations, as much as the threat, sending shivers straight through his core and into his groin. Kuronue was used to the thrill of a successful job sexually exciting Kurama, as much as he was used to enduring his rage when one went wrong, but this, this was new. Never before had the great Youko Kurama risked failing a job in favor of sex, normally any such acts were saved for when the stolen treasures were safely stowed away.


"Youko..." Kuronue's protest was cut off as lips were pressed to his, and a tongue wormed its way into his mouth to tangle with his own. As the kiss deepened, all thoughts of protest vanished, and Kuronue gave in willingly, sighing needily into it. As Youko leaned against Kuronue, pinning him tighter against the tree, he gasped when he felt the bandit lord's length pressing against his thigh.


Kuronue was getting heady from the kiss when he felt clawed hands shredding his robes away from his body. He moaned loudly, arching into Youko's touch as much as the vines would allow as those claws raked trails down his chest, and pinched fiercely at his nipples. Mercifully, the kiss was broken, just as he felt his lungs burning in protest. He could only offer a whimper as his pants were the next to be stripped from his body.


Youko smirked at his captive bat demon as a yelp left his throat when one of the fox's clawed fingers found its way carefully to his entrance. "Relax, Kuronue, you're awfully jumpy tonight."


"W-we shouldn't be doing this here." Kuronue argued weakly, his voice trembling with desire as his body ached for more of what he knew Youko would provide him with.


"Are you saying you'd like to stop?" Youko questioned, as he inserted another finger, stretching and teasing his prey mercilessly.


"Ah! Nngh..." Kuronue couldn't form a coherent sentence under the onslaught of pleasure.


Youko chuckled darkly. "What was that? I'm afraid I didn't quite make it out." As he spoke Youko wrapped a hand around Kuronue's fully erect cock and began to stroke him teasingly.


"M-more!" Kuronue sobbed, shifting his hips forward, his body begging for more contact.


That sob was all the encouragement Youko needed. More vines twisted their way around Kuronue's thighs, lifting his legs up, and spreading them wide. Kuronue whined in protest as his body was abandoned momentarily, only to cry out in a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure as Youko's member thrust into his tight entrance. He was given no time to adjust to the intrusion before it was withdrawn almost completely, only to be thrust back with a force that left him breathless.


Kuronue could feel the tree bark rubbing against his back, leaving fresh scrapes with each of Youko's nearly violent movements. He relished the pain, however, as it blended with the pleasure Youko was providing, mixing and twisting inside him until he was no longer sure which he was feeling, but was craving more of both.


The smell of the blood from the shallow cuts on his lover's back only spurred Youko's lust, and his thrusts sped in response. The sighs and moans of the two demons gave way to grunts and animalistic growls as their passion and need drove them higher and higher.


"Youko...I'm..." Kuronue didn't get to finish his sentence, as it was interrupted by his orgasm. His mouth opened in a silent scream, and thrashed against the restraining vines until their grip was bruising, as his seed coated his stomach and thighs. Youko released a feral snarl as Kuronue's channel tightened around him in a grip that bordered on painful and sent him spiraling over the edge into his own orgasm.

The fox continued his now-slower thrusts until he had completely milked himself inside of Kuronue, releasing breathy moans of appreciation as he slid from that tight embrace.


The kitsune allowed the vines to slowly release Kuronue, as they both leaned against the tree, panting and breathless as they each rode the waves of their own personal euphoria. When he'd regained his composure, Kurama spoke with a smirk as he straightened his robes. "It seems you, my friend, were the only one to get fucked today."