Like a Drug
Title: Like a Drug
Rating: R
Pairing: YoukoxKuronue
Warnings: BJ, drugs.
Summary: You’re always drugging me, Kurama. if you want a blow job, just ask, dammit.
Note: Short something written in celebration of my new job.
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Like a Drug
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Youko laid down the parchment as Kuronue pocked his head through the door.
Golden eyes looked up at his partner through long dark eyelashes, raising the crystal glass in his hand to his lips and sipping at the dark liquid within. “How did it go?” he asked, raising a thin dark eyebrow.
Kuronue shrugged and toed off his boots, left them by the door. “Can’t complain, really. Some of them have nasty habits they need to have trained out of them, but they’ll be whisper quiet and light fingered soon enough.”
Youko smiled. The newest recruits had been picked up on a spur of the moment, absorbing the three B-class bandits into their own little gang had been Kuronue’s decision, thus his responsibility to deal with if they weren’t up to Youko’s standards. While they could raid, they could not apply the finer aspects of thievery. Brute force wasn’t always the correct path, after all. Or so Youko Kurama preached.
The kitsune watched as Kuronue made his way across furred rugs and all manner of fine things to slouch beside him, proper up against Youko’s little nest of pillows and soft, warm furs in the corner of the room. While Kuronue wasn’t a very nest-like demon, he didn’t seem to mind being underground and locked within deep tunnels. This was their home for now, after all, until the heat from their last stolen item blew over and they were free to be seen in relative public once more.
The bat pulled his hat off and carefully placed it aside, and Youko offered his glass. “None of them are untrainable?” he asked, letting himself rest back against the large pillow at his back, his head lolling in his partner’s direction.
“Yomi, perhaps,” Kuronue allowed, sniffing at the contents of the glass. “What is this, Kurama?”
“Sake with a little something else,” he replied, combing his fingers through long silver hair. There were no knots in the long strands, but really he couldn’t resist being vain enough to admire it every now and then. It was evidence of his power, after all.
Murky eyes look up at him with a suspicious glint and Youko waved his hand dismissively. “Nothing hallucinogenic.”
Kuronue snorted and took a sip from the glass, spent a moment letting it settle on his tongue. Then a positively disgusted look passed over him and he gulped reluctantly. He hacked a little, thrusting the glass back in Youko’s direction. He took the glass with thin fingers, feeling the warmth and roughness of Kuronue’s own fingers as the crystal was passed from palm to palm.
“Gods, the fuck is that? Acid?” Kuronue demanded, coughing and rubbing at his throat. He glared at Youko through the hair that fell in his eyes, swallowing endlessly in a desperate hope to rid himself of the taste.
Youko watched in silent amusement for a while and then looked back to his glass. While he’d made a show of sipping from it, he hadn’t actually taken any of it into his mouth himself, since the drug in the sake was rather potent and not something he would have liked to experience himself. He turned to his right, away from Kuronue, and coaxed the plant nearest to him to open its petals. He poured the remnants of the spiked sake into the bud, let the flower lick at his hand in thanks for a moment, and then goaded it to close its petals once more, leaving it to digest in peace.
He turned back to Kuronue, propping his head up on a palm. “I’ve heard that it’s quite foul tasting, however I didn’t think it would be that bad.”
His partner glared at him, looking as if he wanted to dunk his head in the nearest river and stay there for a good long while. “You did drug me!” he accused, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand.
Youko chuckled a little. “You should know better by now.”
“Yes, I fucking should. What do you want?” Kuronue was also used to only being drugged when Youko wanted something and knew Kuronue wouldn’t give it to him unless there was time to be spared.
Youko arched his back a little and let his head fall back, turning from a coiled snake, all barely restrained danger and cunning to a seductive and fuckable body as if some sort of a switch had been flipped. Pale lips parted, and eyelids fell heavy over golden eyes. He picked at his sash, pulling at the silk slowly until it came free and he could push his tunic aside to bare himself to Kuronue, pale nipples and smooth, slightly scarred skin greeted the air.
Kuronue still looked unimpressed, his expression bland and his muscles tense. His wings had pulled up tight against his back, as if curling up into a ball would get rid of the horrid taste in his mouth and the burning sensation in his throat.
“We’ve been so busy lately we have been neglecting each other,” Youko purred, hooking his thumbs in his pants and pushing them down, revealing his cock, which rested against his belly, and the smooth skin of his thighs and legs. He raised a leg, his white pants dangling from his foot, and swung the garment away.
“You’re the one who wanted to expand,” Kuronue grumbled. He pushed himself up and tucked his knees beneath him and began to pick at the bindings to his vest with long nails. He looked up after a moment, raising a dark eyebrow at Youko. “Going to share with the class what you did to me?”
Completely unashamed, Youko parted his legs and left himself completely bare to Kuronue. “No.” He smiled slyly. “However I will allow you this; the taste can be rid with many liquids, however, one in particular is the most efficient.”
The vest was shrugged off Kuronue’s shoulders, and Youko allowed himself to be distracted with the shift of his partner’s muscles under his pale skin. He licked his lips.
“Oh? I bet I know what it is. Perverted fox.” Kuronue made a show of rolling his eyes, even as he rose to his knees to pick at the bindings to his leather pants, which were soon shucked off and discarded. He crawled that small distance over to Youko, his wings still drawn up tight to his back and a rather disgusted expression on his face, even if there was lust in his eyes.
“You would be correct,” Youko purred, leaning up enough to take Kuronue’s chin in hand and run his thumb over his lower lip slowly, sensually. His other hand busied itself with releasing Kuronue’s hair, playing with it for a moment before curling his fingers around the base of his skull.
Completely unashamed, wanton, Youko urged Kuronue’s head down with that hand at his nape, grasped his cock and rolled his hips up until his cock rubbed along Kuronue’s cheek. Murky indigo eyes watched him and, relenting with a purr, Kuronue turned his head until he could lick a long hot path up his cock. Youko let his head fall back with a sigh, and moaned as Kuronue took him into his mouth, hot lips and tongue stroking a wet path over the head of his cock.
Kuronue seemed to discover then that Youko hadn’t been joking or spinning tales at all, because what precome he tasted on his lips eased the taste in his mouth that almost felt as if his tongue was being eaten away. It caused him to take Youko deep into his mouth, until Youko could feel the back of his throat close around the head of his cock as Kuronue swallowed.
Golden eyes widened and he gasped, his hands fisting in Kuronue’s dark hair. He kept his hands clutched in his hair even as Kuronue pulled back, sucking harshly at him, tonguing the very head of his length as if he were trying to suck him dry. After that, Kuronue held his hips down and fought against Youko as he tried to pull his head down onto his cock and thrust up into the welcoming heat of his mouth. The bat demon wanted his come, and what precome he managed to get from Youko was headily enjoyed. The constant, though brief, pauses began to drive Youko insane.
“More,” Youko growled, his tone laced heavily with pleasure and desire. His fingers scrapped along Kuronue’s scalp, but in return he only seemed to take his time.
Finally, when the other demon seemed to relent, it drove Youko quickly towards the grand end of all things. Kuronue changed up his speed and began to suck at him properly, no longer pausing every so often, instead focusing on the whole of his length, his hot, wicked little tongue branding teasing line up and down the sensitive underside to his cock. He held nothing back, didn’t seem to worry about breathing much at all, and Youko eventually let his hands uncurl from Kuronue’s head and let them rest on his shoulders instead. He tipped his head back, gasped at the pleasure lacing its way through each and every one of his limbs, each vein and cell inundated with that welcoming heat.
And when his end finally did come, and little tingles of warning shot through him, curled tight in his balls, simply rolled over him. Glassy eyed and flushed, he let himself he flung headlong off the peak, cried out as he came, spilling himself into Kuronue’s mouth, writhing as Kuronue let him ride it out with those same controlled movements that had driven him crazy. He shuddered, moaned when it came to an end and left him instead with heavy limbs and a pleased feeling somewhere in his chest.
He opened his eyes, looked down at Kuronue as he pulled off his cock, not seeming to mind that he had come dribbling from his mouth at all. The dark haired demon reached up and rubbed Youko’s come into his hips, down his chin, his eyes falling closed as if he himself was the one who had come.
Then Youko’s eyes flickered downwards, and he noted that Kuronue’s other hand was covered in come too. A small, half-hearted kind of irritation flashed through him. “Who said you could jerk off to it?” he demanded, though it was more of a blissed out question.
Kuronue opened his eyes and then raised an eyebrow at him, swallowed his mouthful. “I did. Whatever that was, it makes come so much better after something so awful.”
He crawled up Youko, slumped half on, half off him, and raised his slick hand. Youko took it in his own and set about licking his partner’s come from between his fingers and palm. “And you say you don’t like being drugged by me,” he chided, turning his eyes to Kuronue as he smiled coyly, sucking on his thumb.
“Hm,” Kuronue offered, laying his head on the pillow by Youko. “Annoyed that we’ve seen little of each other lately?”
Youko rolled his eyes. “You make it sound as if we’re mated.”
Kuronue fell silent.
Youko watched him for a moment, then rolled onto his side and wrapped his arms around his partner. Kuronue returned the embrace easily, fitting again Youko as if they were made merely to hold each other in such a way, to be two parts of the same whole. They enjoyed the warmth of each other, the closeness. Kuronue even didn’t mind the occasional annoying tickle of Youko’s tail as it swayed gently, brushing against the knee he’d slipped between Youko’s legs.
“Sleep here with me tonight,” Youko murmured, almost feeling as if he could go to sleep right then and there. It was comfortable right here, in Kuronue’s arms. However, ultimately, it was scary. The longing glint in Kuronue’s eyes had been scary too.
“Yeah,” the bat replied, extending a wing to cover the both of them, giving them safety and warmth.
Rating: R
Pairing: YoukoxKuronue
Warnings: BJ, drugs.
Summary: You’re always drugging me, Kurama. if you want a blow job, just ask, dammit.
Note: Short something written in celebration of my new job.
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Like a Drug
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Youko laid down the parchment as Kuronue pocked his head through the door.
Golden eyes looked up at his partner through long dark eyelashes, raising the crystal glass in his hand to his lips and sipping at the dark liquid within. “How did it go?” he asked, raising a thin dark eyebrow.
Kuronue shrugged and toed off his boots, left them by the door. “Can’t complain, really. Some of them have nasty habits they need to have trained out of them, but they’ll be whisper quiet and light fingered soon enough.”
Youko smiled. The newest recruits had been picked up on a spur of the moment, absorbing the three B-class bandits into their own little gang had been Kuronue’s decision, thus his responsibility to deal with if they weren’t up to Youko’s standards. While they could raid, they could not apply the finer aspects of thievery. Brute force wasn’t always the correct path, after all. Or so Youko Kurama preached.
The kitsune watched as Kuronue made his way across furred rugs and all manner of fine things to slouch beside him, proper up against Youko’s little nest of pillows and soft, warm furs in the corner of the room. While Kuronue wasn’t a very nest-like demon, he didn’t seem to mind being underground and locked within deep tunnels. This was their home for now, after all, until the heat from their last stolen item blew over and they were free to be seen in relative public once more.
The bat pulled his hat off and carefully placed it aside, and Youko offered his glass. “None of them are untrainable?” he asked, letting himself rest back against the large pillow at his back, his head lolling in his partner’s direction.
“Yomi, perhaps,” Kuronue allowed, sniffing at the contents of the glass. “What is this, Kurama?”
“Sake with a little something else,” he replied, combing his fingers through long silver hair. There were no knots in the long strands, but really he couldn’t resist being vain enough to admire it every now and then. It was evidence of his power, after all.
Murky eyes look up at him with a suspicious glint and Youko waved his hand dismissively. “Nothing hallucinogenic.”
Kuronue snorted and took a sip from the glass, spent a moment letting it settle on his tongue. Then a positively disgusted look passed over him and he gulped reluctantly. He hacked a little, thrusting the glass back in Youko’s direction. He took the glass with thin fingers, feeling the warmth and roughness of Kuronue’s own fingers as the crystal was passed from palm to palm.
“Gods, the fuck is that? Acid?” Kuronue demanded, coughing and rubbing at his throat. He glared at Youko through the hair that fell in his eyes, swallowing endlessly in a desperate hope to rid himself of the taste.
Youko watched in silent amusement for a while and then looked back to his glass. While he’d made a show of sipping from it, he hadn’t actually taken any of it into his mouth himself, since the drug in the sake was rather potent and not something he would have liked to experience himself. He turned to his right, away from Kuronue, and coaxed the plant nearest to him to open its petals. He poured the remnants of the spiked sake into the bud, let the flower lick at his hand in thanks for a moment, and then goaded it to close its petals once more, leaving it to digest in peace.
He turned back to Kuronue, propping his head up on a palm. “I’ve heard that it’s quite foul tasting, however I didn’t think it would be that bad.”
His partner glared at him, looking as if he wanted to dunk his head in the nearest river and stay there for a good long while. “You did drug me!” he accused, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand.
Youko chuckled a little. “You should know better by now.”
“Yes, I fucking should. What do you want?” Kuronue was also used to only being drugged when Youko wanted something and knew Kuronue wouldn’t give it to him unless there was time to be spared.
Youko arched his back a little and let his head fall back, turning from a coiled snake, all barely restrained danger and cunning to a seductive and fuckable body as if some sort of a switch had been flipped. Pale lips parted, and eyelids fell heavy over golden eyes. He picked at his sash, pulling at the silk slowly until it came free and he could push his tunic aside to bare himself to Kuronue, pale nipples and smooth, slightly scarred skin greeted the air.
Kuronue still looked unimpressed, his expression bland and his muscles tense. His wings had pulled up tight against his back, as if curling up into a ball would get rid of the horrid taste in his mouth and the burning sensation in his throat.
“We’ve been so busy lately we have been neglecting each other,” Youko purred, hooking his thumbs in his pants and pushing them down, revealing his cock, which rested against his belly, and the smooth skin of his thighs and legs. He raised a leg, his white pants dangling from his foot, and swung the garment away.
“You’re the one who wanted to expand,” Kuronue grumbled. He pushed himself up and tucked his knees beneath him and began to pick at the bindings to his vest with long nails. He looked up after a moment, raising a dark eyebrow at Youko. “Going to share with the class what you did to me?”
Completely unashamed, Youko parted his legs and left himself completely bare to Kuronue. “No.” He smiled slyly. “However I will allow you this; the taste can be rid with many liquids, however, one in particular is the most efficient.”
The vest was shrugged off Kuronue’s shoulders, and Youko allowed himself to be distracted with the shift of his partner’s muscles under his pale skin. He licked his lips.
“Oh? I bet I know what it is. Perverted fox.” Kuronue made a show of rolling his eyes, even as he rose to his knees to pick at the bindings to his leather pants, which were soon shucked off and discarded. He crawled that small distance over to Youko, his wings still drawn up tight to his back and a rather disgusted expression on his face, even if there was lust in his eyes.
“You would be correct,” Youko purred, leaning up enough to take Kuronue’s chin in hand and run his thumb over his lower lip slowly, sensually. His other hand busied itself with releasing Kuronue’s hair, playing with it for a moment before curling his fingers around the base of his skull.
Completely unashamed, wanton, Youko urged Kuronue’s head down with that hand at his nape, grasped his cock and rolled his hips up until his cock rubbed along Kuronue’s cheek. Murky indigo eyes watched him and, relenting with a purr, Kuronue turned his head until he could lick a long hot path up his cock. Youko let his head fall back with a sigh, and moaned as Kuronue took him into his mouth, hot lips and tongue stroking a wet path over the head of his cock.
Kuronue seemed to discover then that Youko hadn’t been joking or spinning tales at all, because what precome he tasted on his lips eased the taste in his mouth that almost felt as if his tongue was being eaten away. It caused him to take Youko deep into his mouth, until Youko could feel the back of his throat close around the head of his cock as Kuronue swallowed.
Golden eyes widened and he gasped, his hands fisting in Kuronue’s dark hair. He kept his hands clutched in his hair even as Kuronue pulled back, sucking harshly at him, tonguing the very head of his length as if he were trying to suck him dry. After that, Kuronue held his hips down and fought against Youko as he tried to pull his head down onto his cock and thrust up into the welcoming heat of his mouth. The bat demon wanted his come, and what precome he managed to get from Youko was headily enjoyed. The constant, though brief, pauses began to drive Youko insane.
“More,” Youko growled, his tone laced heavily with pleasure and desire. His fingers scrapped along Kuronue’s scalp, but in return he only seemed to take his time.
Finally, when the other demon seemed to relent, it drove Youko quickly towards the grand end of all things. Kuronue changed up his speed and began to suck at him properly, no longer pausing every so often, instead focusing on the whole of his length, his hot, wicked little tongue branding teasing line up and down the sensitive underside to his cock. He held nothing back, didn’t seem to worry about breathing much at all, and Youko eventually let his hands uncurl from Kuronue’s head and let them rest on his shoulders instead. He tipped his head back, gasped at the pleasure lacing its way through each and every one of his limbs, each vein and cell inundated with that welcoming heat.
And when his end finally did come, and little tingles of warning shot through him, curled tight in his balls, simply rolled over him. Glassy eyed and flushed, he let himself he flung headlong off the peak, cried out as he came, spilling himself into Kuronue’s mouth, writhing as Kuronue let him ride it out with those same controlled movements that had driven him crazy. He shuddered, moaned when it came to an end and left him instead with heavy limbs and a pleased feeling somewhere in his chest.
He opened his eyes, looked down at Kuronue as he pulled off his cock, not seeming to mind that he had come dribbling from his mouth at all. The dark haired demon reached up and rubbed Youko’s come into his hips, down his chin, his eyes falling closed as if he himself was the one who had come.
Then Youko’s eyes flickered downwards, and he noted that Kuronue’s other hand was covered in come too. A small, half-hearted kind of irritation flashed through him. “Who said you could jerk off to it?” he demanded, though it was more of a blissed out question.
Kuronue opened his eyes and then raised an eyebrow at him, swallowed his mouthful. “I did. Whatever that was, it makes come so much better after something so awful.”
He crawled up Youko, slumped half on, half off him, and raised his slick hand. Youko took it in his own and set about licking his partner’s come from between his fingers and palm. “And you say you don’t like being drugged by me,” he chided, turning his eyes to Kuronue as he smiled coyly, sucking on his thumb.
“Hm,” Kuronue offered, laying his head on the pillow by Youko. “Annoyed that we’ve seen little of each other lately?”
Youko rolled his eyes. “You make it sound as if we’re mated.”
Kuronue fell silent.
Youko watched him for a moment, then rolled onto his side and wrapped his arms around his partner. Kuronue returned the embrace easily, fitting again Youko as if they were made merely to hold each other in such a way, to be two parts of the same whole. They enjoyed the warmth of each other, the closeness. Kuronue even didn’t mind the occasional annoying tickle of Youko’s tail as it swayed gently, brushing against the knee he’d slipped between Youko’s legs.
“Sleep here with me tonight,” Youko murmured, almost feeling as if he could go to sleep right then and there. It was comfortable right here, in Kuronue’s arms. However, ultimately, it was scary. The longing glint in Kuronue’s eyes had been scary too.
“Yeah,” the bat replied, extending a wing to cover the both of them, giving them safety and warmth.