The youkai King placed his piece on the board with a reckless gesture. It even gave the impression he did not care about the game anymore.

He drank his cup of sake all at once, and gave a smile at Hikaru, as he hit the cup back against the table.

"Kurama would still give me no attention. In fact, he missed no chance to embarrass me before the others. I felt as if he were trying all he could to make me give up the gang and go back home."

"He might be jealous. You said he knew Kuronue showed interest towards you..."

Yomi agreed.

"He always assigned me the hardest tasks. My squad was often on the front line in every mission. But it was the first time Kurama's tactics started to have a result contrary to his expectation..."

Yomi filled his cup again. Hikaru refused, but Yomi insisted, pouring more sake to the youko. They were engaged into drinking together - Therefore they must get intoxicated  together as well...

"Kurama's people started to respect me, and consider me a valuable squad leader and warrior. I made many other friends, and there were some in the gang which went to Kurama, requesting to be put under my direct command."

Hikaru could not avoid an ironic snicker.

"Oh... That conceited, egocentric youko must have hated it..."

Yomi gave a conspiratorial smile to Hikaru. There was a naughty kind of pleasure in trying to taunt Youko Kurama, the untouchable, was there not?"

"He would hate it more if he knew the true reason for my success was Kuronue... That batty demon always helped me in every mission we shared. He made absolute question that things ran well for me, because he had perceived Kurama's intentions towards me, and undermined them whenever possible." Yomi embraced his own bent knee, relaxing his head against one arm. "He really loved me... That's why he would sometimes risk an argument with Kurama on my behalf."

"I assume seeing the dedication Kuronue had towards you influenced the gang positively, was it not?"

"Yes. They respected Kuronue very much. There were youkai who remained in the gang only because they like Kuronue enough to tolerate Kurama's bossy ways." Yomi raised his face to smile at Hikaru in the a mischievous fashion. "As far as Kurama and I were concerned, Kuronue became our boner of contention..."

Hikaru took one second to grasp the pun. But as he did, he laughed, frankly amused, but yet he turned his face to the side, in a manner of trying to conceal his expression.

"King Yomi... That was a good jest..."

Yomi seemed happier to have been able to make Hikaru laugh. That youko was so stern and sorrowful, that managing to get a smile or a laughter from him was almost a question of honor...

"After a while I found I enjoyed watching Kurama and Kuronue together..."

"Really?"

"Yes," Yomi answered, very seriously. "I felt intense pleasure in being around, unnoticed, to peek at their small gestures of tenderness, their kisses... I appreciated seeing the way Kurama spoke to Kuronue, caressed him and shared company with him."

"Do you mean you deliberately spied them? Did it give you satisfaction somehow?"

Yomi could not help flushing slightly. It was an exciting blending of embarrassment and delight.

"Yes." The King sighed then, before continuing. "Now that I am blind, I must sublimate my impulse, or find another way of expressing it." Yomi replied, fascinated by the satisfaction that confession brought to him. In a way, that sharing of experiences and stories was also very arousing... Hikaru's voice was so soft, and his story so interesting and passionate... "When Kurama ordered the assassin he hired that he should slash my eyes before giving me the final blow, he knew what he was doing..."
 

It was such an urgent matter, Yomi needed to disturb Kurama in his retreat. the message seemed so important, that Yomi dared to interrupt the youko. Just as he passed the last turn, and stood by the gateway to Kurama's den, he heard the deep, ecstatic monaing sound of pleasure... It was a hoarse voice that groaned, and at the same begged for fulfillment... A long, enthralled "Yes" was cried out in a raptured tone.

Yomi felt his body seized by a sharp shiver of delight when he recognized the sultry, manly voice...

It was Kurama...

The black-haired demon stopped half-way to the entrance. He took a moment to breathe more, taking a deep respiration, to recover from the sexy surprise which struck him. He hid himself in the the shadows. There, as he had one thought cross his mind; an almost obssessive thought, that teased him - What was happening? Who could be able to make Kurama moan and beg in such an arresting fashion?

Yomi felt his legs fail for a moment. He placed one hand on the cave wall, to help support himself. His thighs shivered, and a sudden tingling feel was making his sex become more sensitive, warmer... Arousal was starting to fill him; arousal and a mischievous, nagging curiosity, which compelled him to know, to see...

He had just heard an entranced, muffled voice call the youko's name amidst a sigh of pure delight. And Yomi knew it was Kuronue's deep but yet tender voice.

He pressed his back against the wall, attempting his best to remain totally concealed by the shadows. He also tried to keep calm... Finally, what he had dreamed of was about to happen... Kurama and Kurounue were there, making love, and he would finally be able to witness it all, and enjoy the fascinating, delighful scene it might be.

For an instant his mind was invaded by all the small fleeting glimpses he had managed to steal from the loving demon couple. Kisses, one slight very discreet caress, the way Kurama used to stroke Kuronue's wings, the warm glances they exchanged. And for a second, Yomi hesitated to step further in search of the vision he had always craved to share since he had joined the gang.

He need to know what Kurama enjoyed. He must be aware of  the way the youko appreciated being caressed, kissed, and made love to.

In addition he must know how to behave, how to respond to Kurama's lovemaking, and he should mirror himself in Kuronue. Observing the manner the winged youkai dedicated himself to Kurama could give him a clue to how he could conquer the youko's cold heart to himself.

Not to mention it must be too exciting to observe such gorgeous males together, dedicating all their affection one to the other... 

Yomi stepped forward, always moving in the shadows. He crouched at the entrance, hiding beneath one rock, exactly the way he had done in his first time at that campsite.

The difference was that then he placed one hand over his mouth, to muffle the entranced moans and sighs he knew he would give out as he watched that enticing demon couple.

His first impression was a kiss. They were exchanging not a slight, casual kiss, but a deep, extremely passionate one. Yomi's breath was taken away whenhe perceived the ferocious beauty of their mouths locked together, and their hands in an avid search for caresses running all along their backs and shoulders. A tremor of undeniable lust and a sudden heat flowing along his bloodstream started when Yomi's wide eyes glanced downwards, alond the virile beauty of their nakedness.

He had already seen Kurama naked. He had even caught a glimpse of Kuronue's nudity; sharing missions forced them to a close association. But Yomi was bewildered; he was stunned by ecstasy... Nothing was more impressing, more arousing than watching them both, their naked bodies together, and observe the delicacy of their hands as they stroke one another...

Yomi's eyes followed the muscled outline of those demon's bodies. They were sitting in a nest made of cushions and quilts placed on the ground. Kuronue sat comfortably in between Kurama's thighs, making his legs wrap his waist, drawing him closer yet. Yomi distinghished a jumping shadow moving up and down in between their legs, and realized, it was their hands as they stroke and rubbed their sexes into erection...

Yomi was so much affected by the sight that he shut his eyes for an instant. The intensity of the pleasure which struck him was too much... He made his hand slid down his front, to touch the growing volume across his groin.

His sex was hardening... Yomi stroked it, and pressed his fingers around the tip, firmly caressing it over the harsh fabric of his trousers. The friction of the harsh cloth against his silky sex helped to increase his excitement.

He bent one knee to keep his balance, and leaned on the cold wall. His left hand closed around his mouth, and he nibbled and licked the palm of his hand, flicking and rubbing the wet tip of his tongue along his fingers, muffling his groans and mimicking a lonely kiss.

Kurama... Making love to Kurama, see him wriggle with ecstasy before him... Imagining it was so exciting that Yomi could not hesitate... He avidly stuck his right hand into his pants to caress himself better. He must get hard, he must share the same emotions and sensations that gorgeous pair of lovers might be experiencing...

His right hand worked earnesltly inside his pants, as he rubbed his erection with energy and agony... If he could be there, together with them...

Yomi was too aroused... His fingers clasped very tightly around his prick - they were tight and merciless as Kurama's fingers would be, were the youko there, pumping him...

He opened his eyes again when he perceived the youko give a louder groan.

The youko had lain on his back, offering himself to Kuronue.

For a moment Yomi saw Kurama's enormous erection show, pointing from his lower abdomen. He shuddered when he recalled Kurama's taste, and his musky scent filling his mouth... He wanted to go down on that fox again, and again, and again, till his mouth and throat were completely sated from that lustful hunger which ached inside.

The arresting vision was hindered when Kuronue went down on the youko.

He felt a trail of precum spurt from the tip of his penis. He made his fingers spread the warm moisture all over and round the head of his penis, in a very tight caress. The sensation was so good he needed to bite one finger to repress his groan of ecstasy.

If Kurama could come and do that to him... Take his sex in his mouth, and kiss him, suck him, make his hardness be enveloped by his expert, hot youko's mouth...

Yomi opened his eyes wider when he heard the youko's hoarse voice beg...

"Take me... I want it inside..."

Yomi trembled. He felt so hot, so excited... His eyes observed every little instant, every little detail while the youko slowly pulled his legs up and wide and bent his parted knees up to his chest.

It was Kurama, giving all of himself to his lover...

Yomi wanted to be there. He yearned to be the one crawling into the middle of Kurama's parted thighs, with his hard, big prick held by his trembling hand, searching for the orifice, ready to become one with the most desirable demon of the Makai...

He stretched his neck, and kept his eyes open wide not to miss a single instant of that delightful scene. It was too beautiful to behold Kurama being caressed, kissed, and hear his stamering, enthralled moaning sounds of delight...

It was then Kuronue looked in his direction.

Yomi imagined the shadows might camouflage him, but he had not counted on Kuronue's sight, so used to darkness. Yomi perceived a slight smile curve Kuronue's  lips and knew the winged demon was very well aware he was being observed.

To be caught enhanced Yomi's excitment. To his surprise, Kuronue did not seem to care to be peeped... His long black hair, which he had let down, fell around him and Kurama, like a silky curtain. He tossed it aside, to let Yomi see all he could of what was happening. Then, he made Kurama shift a little to the side. Then, as Kuronue sneaked in between Kurama's knees, he would be facing Yomi...

Kurama groaned more. His hands reached up, to bring Kuronue closer to him. Kuronue fondled the youko's alluring silvery hair, telling him to be calm, because he was about to give him all he wanted...

Kuronue stroked his own hard penis then, making its gleaming tip caress the inner side of Kurama's left thigh.

As he did it, Kuronue looked up at Yomi, gazing intensely at his eyes.

Kurama groaned louder; he wanted it, he could not hold any more... His tail was kept a little aside as Kuronue held the youko by his waist, and pushed his hips up a little, to facilitate his penetration. He slid his thighs under Kurama's hips, to help the youko keep his position, and then positoned his gorgeous prick up into Kurama's parted rear.

Yomi imagined he would go completely insane with all the fervid desire throbbing inside him when he saw Kuronue pounce into Kurama, in one long but slow thrust.

His penis was so hard it hurt. It twitched and throbbed in his pumping fingers. He almost cried out, driven by a sudden ecstasy, when he heard Kurama's huffed moan fill the cave. Kuronue pushed his shaft into him, and that pleased groan assured Yomi the youko had just been penetrated...

Oh... If he could... If he could ever do it to that mighty demon...

Yomi tried to focus on Kurama, but he could not help noticing Kuronue had just smiled to him. It was a precious, gratified beam as he shifted and swayed his hips slowly against Kurama, entering him further down, stirring for a better position.

The youkai spread his wings, and inclined himself over Kurama, to kiss his nipples.

But as Kuronue kissed the youko, Yomi noticed his narrow, dark blue eyes aimed at him...

Yomi breathed very deeply. It was then he realized Kuronue was doing it for him... It was as if he was making love to him, not to the Kurama...

Kurama moaned aloud, swaying and rocking his body according to Kuronue's thrusts. However, when Kuronue caressed Kurama's hair, he looked at Yomi. When Kuronue kissed Kurama's chest, it was at Yomi he stared... Even when their excitement grew, and the youko could just pant and moan, holding desperately to his partner, eager for release, Kuronue's lips called, in a silent plea, Yomi's name, not Kurama's...

Yomi froze.

No... He did not want Kuronue... He wanted Kurama...

The shock of being locked in a fantasy with a wrong partner made his excitement turn  into perplexity and discomfort. All his emotion was suddenly frustrated. His fingers merely closed around his erection, without energy, without passion enough to make them move up and down in a passionate dance any more. Yomi even withdrew the compressing touch he kept against his mouth. He had no motivation to moan and groan and cry with pleasure now.

Slowly, not to call any attention, he sneaked out of there.
 

Yomi was disturbed. He felt as if he had been thrown into Hell after being gifted with the most delightful visions of paradise. The secret gratification he experienced had been stolen from him by Kuronue. It was not a secret any more...

He felt too vexed and vulnerable. He could not sleep, he could not think, he could not do anything but to feel scared with the notion that Kuronue now held the key to his deepest fantasy, and to his most secret desire.

If he could he would never face Kuronue again. But it would be hard to avoid, mainly during the night - night time was that winged demon's domain. Thus, just after the midnight, when the whole campsite but some watchers were asleep, Yomi heard a very soft knock at his door.

He drew tighter to himself in his futon. He did not make a sound, knowing very well who it might be...

The small stone fortress which Yomi had gathered his forces in was dark and silent. And the knocking war heard again, stronger, echoing loudly in the night's quietness.

Yomi turned his back to the door, refusing himself to attend the call, staring at the cold stone wall. His room had no decoration or luxury. They were stern, rough soldier's quarters.  There was just him, his shabby futon, an old low table, a pile of clothes in a corner and a pile of swords and armours in the other.

Yomi lamented not to have put a lock on the door. Kuronue decided not to wait for any invitation, and slid the door open, entering the room without any ceremony. Yomi noticed his long, winged shadow cast along the wall.

He huddled himself together, and covered his face with one arm. The other demon's presence was starting to make him nervous...

"Yomi... I want to talk with you..."

His voice was very soft. Every word he spoke was wrapped in affection, and yet, Yomi did not seem to be touched by it. 

But the winged youkai would not give up easily.

Kuronue had crouched next to Yomi. He heard the soft flapping of his wings, and felt a warm, very careful hand be placed on his shoulder.

"Did you enjoy watching it, Yomi?"

The horned demon gave neither a sound, nor a gesture in response. He merely remained there, still like a rock.

"Why did you run away? Ashamed because I saw you?" Kuronue smiled. The touch on Yomi's shoulder turned into a very loving caress on his shoulder blades, forming slow circles, and then continuing up his neck, worming into his hair... "I enjoyed being watched; I wanted you to stay."

Yomi's shoulders tensed when the caress reached his pointed ear. He trembled, affected by a spasm of excitement when Kuronue slipped a finger down the edge of his ear, in a butterfly touch...

"You were very excited, were you not? Did you enjoy seeing me fuck Kurama's butt? You loved to watch Kurama being screwed, didn't you?"

Yomi groaned, begging Kuronue to stop. But the other youkai could not help. His hand was now stroking all the way down Yomi's back, as he continued to speak, bending over to murmur close to Yomi's ear, in a very soft, sexy tone.

"I can tell you what Kurama likes when we make love. Would you like to know that, Yomi?"

"No!"

The nervousness of Yomi's words made Kuronue sure he was eager to be informed. He smiled to himself, knowing very well what to do to make Yomi belong to him...

Slowly, he made Yomi turn and face him. He did not resist, but he still kept his eyes shut, and one arm across his face, concealing his expression

"Kurama loves to be blown... He likes to be sucked hard, and he loves when I make his shaft go deep down my throat and choke on him. He loves when I suck his balls and move up to the head of his penis and wiggle the tip of my tongue right at the slit. He says it tickles, but he likes it so much I can make him come only by doing it..."

Yomi's body twitched. Slowly, his arm was brought down, and he stared at Kuronue, with fearful, and yet fascinated eyes.

Kuronue's smile widened. He knew he would excite Yomi only by telling him of all the things he and Kurama used to do together. And then, Yomi would need to be given release, and he would be right there to help...

"Kurama growls and wriggles madly when I nibble his foxy ears. And he loves to have his tail tugged at when he's being buttfucked. His favorite position is when he stands on his fours and I mount him and fuck his rear from behind..."

Yomi sat up. Startlement and delight were blended in his pale expression. His eyes gazed helplessly at Kuronue.

For one instant, Yomi kept his silence, observing the desire which was obvious in the warm glance Kuronue gave him. His lips showed a beutiful smile, and his long hair was let all down, covering his shoulders and back, like a silky curtain. 

He was wearing nothing but his tight black trousers and boots. Even the black straps around his arms had been stripped.

"Please, Kuronue... Don't do this to me..."

Kuronue observed, ecstatic, that Yomi was totally naked beneath the futon. He ogled at his muscled chest and the very erect nipples which showed his excitation; excitation he was stubborn enough to deny...

He reached out to touch Yomi's chest with his right hand. His fingers stroked his smooth skin with slow adoration.

And Yomi did not pull back...

"You get excited, don't you, Yomi? This is what I want... I want to arouse you... I want you to get it up and make love to me..."

"No... I won't betray our chief..."

Kuronue winked one eye to Yomi, very mischievously. He wanted to know how far Yomi would resist. His bet is that it would not take long to have Yomi panting and begging to be taken.

"Kurama likes a lot when I fuck his ass hard. And he likes to play very nasty games sometimes; he likes to be tied up and spanked for example..."

Yomi growled. His arousal was getting so intense he needed to cover his own groin with one hand when he perceived he was getting hard once again.

"But there's nothing Kurama enjoys more than screw my butt. His prick is so big... It's even difficult to take all of it inside me..." Kuronue aproached Yomi. He circled his waist with one arm and pulled him closer, till he rested his head on the curve of his neck.

Kuronue spoke very softly into Yomi's ear, as his hand moved down from his waist to his lower abdomen, in one very slow, almost imperceptible caress.

"Kurama is wonderful with his tongue. Can you imagine it, Yomi? Kurama's tongue playing with your ass, flicking at it, licking your entrance, and then pressing into it..."

It was enough for Yomi to stop resisting Kuronue's advances. He yielded to the winged youkai's touch, allowing to be laid back. Kuronue smiled and caressed Yomi's abdomen, very slowly... His muscles tensed immediately under the gentle but extremely exciting contact.

"Relax, Yomi... I'm going to do you good..." Kuronue murmured, before he expertly buried his face in between Yomi's thighs. His hand closed around the beautiful erection and his mouth slipped a wet, tortuous course downwards, till he kissed the beautiful entrance in between his buttcheeks...

Yomi could not struggle further against the desire which commanded his body at that hour. He parted his thighs and watched, entranced, the black-haired head be placed against his crotch. He touched Kuronue's head, delighted with the softness of his hair... If he closed his eyes, he could even imagine it was the youko's long hair he was fondling... If he forgot details he could just concentrate on the pleaure as he felt the youkai's tongue slip his crevice all along. Then a mouth stuck at his asshole, in one hungry kiss.

"Ah... Kurama..."

Kuronue heard it, and he did not mind.

"Yes, Yomi... I love you.. I can be your Kurama if you want me too..." Kuronue whispered against the tender warmth of Yomi's butt. He licked the pulsating pucker, in one long and slow slip, and Yomi tossed and twisted with the sensation... He spread his knees the more he could, and both his hands held Kuronue's head, pressing him tighter down against his sex and his ass...

"Ah... Please... Eat me more..."

Kuronue smiled as he pressed his whole mouth on that gorgeous pink asshole, and he kissed it ravenously, rubbing his lips, his tongue against Yomi's delicious flesh, and making it all very wet. He nibbled the chubby buttcheeks as one hand kept them apart to unveil the silky little orifice. His other hand worked slowly all along Yomi's shaft, pumping it firmly. His fingers twitched and fidgeted the tiny, wet slit while his tongue flicked the throbbing anus, wriggling his tongue up and down, making Yomi pant and stir.

Yomi gave out a husky groan of rapture when Kuronue's velvet tongue slipped a little into his sensitive and yearning asshole...

Kuronue stopped rimming his partner for a moment. Then, he reached for his gleaming beautiful cock, and made it fill his mouth.

"Ah... I like it... Yes..."

As Kuronue sucked, the touch of his hand tapped a soft way down till the wet crevice parting Yomi's ear. The winged demon caressed the pretty puckered flesh with the tip of his middle finger, and then, without warning, he stuck it all inside.

Yomi's body welcomed the penetration with an all enveloping hunger. The youkai enjoyed it so much he cried. His body reacted violently, locked in a tense arch of pure arousal...

"More... Kurama... Stick you big prick up my butt..."

Kuronue moved along Yomi's body. His chest and abdomen traced a caressing way along Yomi's erection as he reached for his moaning mouth, hungry of a kiss...

His lips touched Yomi's with a sweet, very tender kiss, before he let his tongue slip into Yomi's avid mouth... As they kissed, Yomi wriggled, resisted, squirmed under Kuronue's body, even though his palpitating erection showed all the vigour of his desire.

He resisted the kiss, turning his face and keeping his lips shut. Kuronue interrupeted his loving touches to stare inquisitively at Yomi.

The horned youkai seemed scared. His pink eyes were wide, and a tense line of refusal showed in his lips.

"I can't do it, Kuronue... No..."

"But Yomi..."

"You're not Kurama... You can't pretend to be Kurama... Your kiss is so different from Kurama's..."

Kuronue brought his hand to Yomi's chest. His fingers stroke the erected tip of his nipple, very slowly, with care and love, very differently from the harsh caresses Yomi had been given by Kurama.

"My kiss is better, is it not?"

"Please..."

"I want you, Yomi. Don't resist..."

Kuronue closed his mouth around Yomi's nipple, sucking it firmly. The youkai did not respond to Kuronue's gesture with words, but with a lustful groan. He shook his head, insisting he did not want it, but his legs closed around Kuronue's waist, bringing him closer. His legs brushed the smooth skin of his wings, and Kuronue smiled around Yomi's nipple, giving out an entranced sigh. He loved to be have his  wings, his ears, and his hair stroked...

"Let me make you happy... Kurama will never be fond of you... But I am... I want to be your lover..."

Yomi's hands stroked Kuronue's slender but powerful arms. He noticed Kuronue twist in his arms, and he realized he was undressing his belts and pushing his trousers down. It was Yomi who reached the other's front to tug his trousers down his slender hips, and the winged demon helped, tugging off his boots.

Yomi did not want it, but he was feeling so lonely, so let down... And Kuronue was so warm.. His hands were gentle and his kiss was so loving and delicate...

Kuronue pressed his mouth against Yomi's one more time. And his kiss was not refused, because Yomi was able to savor a different taste in that youkai's mouth...

He should have tasted it before... How could he miss it?

Yomi pressed his nose on Kuronue's neck, and his hands touched his hair as he breathed deeply... Yes... He could feel Kurama's scent...

Yomi demanded a hungrier, deeper kiss. As his mouth was filled with Kuronue's tongue, Yomi savored it... Kuronue's mouth tasted faintly like Kurama's...

Yes... That was the youkai who had been with Kurama...  Inside Kurama... And it had happened just moments ago.

By making love with Kuronue, Yomi realized he could be together with Kurama in a sense... He could feel, smell and touch Kurama by touching the body of the youkai he loved.

At this moment, the apprehension left him; his body relaxed, and he let Kuronue move into his legs, onto his chest, and he allowed his mouth be taken by the deepest, the wettest, the warmest kiss...

Yomi encircled the other youkai's chest with his arms. His hands touched his black wings, caressing them in one long, slow draw. Kuronue moaned deeply, and he responded delicately pressing the tip of Yomi's nipple in his fingers. Yomi roared with the exquisite pain and made his legs push and pull Kuronue till their erections touched and rubbed with a sliding warmth one along the other. The feel was delicious, and Kuronue was big... He was almost as big as Kurama...

They kissed again, mouth to mouth. Yomi drank avidly the from their sweet flowing kiss, making his tongue flow in, slide and press against Kuronue's. He could taste Kurama in his mouth so perfectly...

"Fuck me... Make me come..." Yomi pleaded in a sensual murmur around the kiss, while he swayed his body under Kuronue's. He wormed one hand in between their embrace. His fingers circled the pulsating girth, bringing Kuronue's erection down, guiding it's velvet tip to the sensitive flesh in his crevice.

The hot, deliciously juicy shaft brushed Yomi's entrance. The youkai breathed deeply, relaxing his whole body, and his twitching asshole yielded, allowing the Kuronue's huge volume to be pushed into him.

Kuronue gave out a pleased moaning sound - ecstasy and surprise joined in a loud, entranced "Aaahhhh..." when he felt Yomi's body giving passage to his hardness. Yomi was tight, but so much willing...

Yomi uttered a husky moan. He called Kurama's name in a ecstatic sigh, but Kuronue shut him silent with another kiss. As he slipped his tongue into Yomi's mouth, he undulated his hips against the hot nest between his partner's spread thighs, and forced  a little more of himself into Yomi's body.

The youkai squirmed, but instead of retreating, he slid his legs along Kuronue's sides and wiggled his rear very slolwy, accepting the penetration, twisting to find a better position for them both, as they little by little matched their bodies together.

Yomi smiled to himself; he should know it would be tough to accomodate Kurama's cock inside him; it was so big... It might be difficult, but the huge pressure forcing way into him made it all much more delicious. The sensation of being taken and voraciously fucked and crammed would be the perfect reward to that slight initial discomfort...

"Yomi... I want you to be mine... I dreamed of this moment..."

Yomi acquiesced to that familiar voice... Kurama's voice was so sexy, so deliciously hoarse...

His hands moved down, and he cupped his lover's luscious buttocks... For a moment, he missed the tickling feel of  the youko's furry tail grazing his hands, but he promptly  disconsidered the matter. It did not mind... It was Kurama he held inhis arms... It was Kurama's body that he sensed pressing into his entrance, penetrating him with a steady but slow push.

A hand caressed one of his horns, and fondling fingers slipped down his hair. One gentle kiss was placed on his lips...

Yomi felt a small, cold object brush his chest... He opened his eyes just for a second, and looked down.

It was the red gem pendant Kuronue always used.

Yomi felt as if reality had stuck a knife at his dreamy heart and twisted it in till he bled. He beheld his partner's long spread wings, the long, black hair , the elf-like ears... The excitement almost became pain..

But Yomi managed to show a smile. He breathed deeply, and held himself to a saviour thought...

Yes... Kurama had been asked to wear that pendant that evening as a token of love, but even doing so, he sneaked out of their bed to go to him, to make love to him, without Kuronue's acknowledgement...

Yes... He was the one Kurama loved, not Kuronue.

"Ah... Kurama... Please... Ram it all inside..." Yomi murmured into Kuronue's pointed ear, brushing the tip of his nose against his silky straight hair, imagining it silver, and not black.

Kuronue kissed his chin, and trailed his mouth all down Yomi's neck, down his chest, till his mouth enclosed one small, hard nipple. He nibbled it and kissed it, and pushed his hips up against Yomi's tight passage, forcing his way in with one long, steady, but gentle thrust. Yomi gave out a loud groan, and he gasped, lifting his rear from the ground to meet the penetrating shaft.

Then, the youkai smiled when he felt the pressure reach him inside, touching the secret spot which gifted them with so much pleasure... The pressure of being taken packed him with a  multitude of sensations Yomi could not understand very well... He just knew he loved to be submitted to that pain-pleasure combination, to that cramming warmth which forced way up and into him, like a huge, solid caress...

"Kurama... You're so big... I love it when you part my ass like this..."

Kuronue started to move his hips... He started to undulate his body and rock up and down agaist Yomi, filling him deeper, pumping more and more pressure and agony for release inside him. Yomi's cock oozed and throbbed in between their cuddling bodies. The friction of their movements increased in speed and intensity, and Kuronue kissed Yomi again, not letting go of his lips at a single second. He breathed Yomi's breath, drank Yomi's saliva, tasted the spicy flavor in his mouth...

Yomi had the flavor of a wild, forbidden, secret love...

Yomi panted. He cried out a low but enthralled succession of moans and groans into Kuronue's mouth as they kept on kissing, moving, kissing, thrusting, kissing and swaying faster and faster one against the other.

Kuronue noticed the body under him shudder in one intense spasm of ecstasy. He thrusted harder inside Yomi, and his fingers rubbed the tip of one nipple with a fast, fluttering caress. Yomi's whole body froze in the paradisiac agony of climax.

Yomi gave out a louder, longer, ecstatic roar, and Kuronue smiled, being very still, deep inside his partner, to fell better the growing spurt of warm semen that appeared in between their embrace, and made their bodies slip and slide deliciously one to the other...

"Ah.. Yomi... You're so good..." Kuronue murmured, entranced, excited to the peak by the arresting vision as Yomi came in his arms, with their bodies locked like one.

He plunged his shaft in one deep but kind push, going deeper into Yomi, and his mouth reached his ear. Kuronue kissed and licked the beautiful pointed ear, making Yomi, who was worn off and very still, jerk and twitch once more.

Yomi moaned very softly. He drew Kuronue tighter to him. It was then, while they were so close, cuddling so tight that their embrace hurt, that Kuronue let himself go...

He growled Yomi's name, bucking his hips vigorously against his partner's parted rear. He supported his own weight in his arms, lifting his trunk up, pushing himself harder with a strong impluse of his legs. His back arched up when he pushed all of himself into Yomi. It went so deep, so hard, that Yomi let out a cry of genuine pain, but that was instantly followed by a passionate sigh of pure lust and fulfillment.

Yomi smiled when he noticed the tension and the friction which crammed his ass turn into a warm caress which flowed into him, fillling his spaces, fondling him inside...

Kuronue still twitched, shuddered and bucked his hips in last climatic spasms against  Yomi before finally allowing himself to delve into the ultimate, lustful surrender. He let his body fall down unto Yomi's and his arms involuntarily locked around his partner's shoulders in a loose but satisfied hug. His wings shut together, and his breathing slowly returned to a calmer pace.

Kuronue noticed a very tender touch stroking his side.

He hoped Yomi had enjoyed it... He seemed so needy, so lonely...

His fingers played with the strands of Yomi's hair, sliding down his cheek in a playful stroke. Then their mouths joined in a kiss again. Yomi kissed so well... He would never be tired of doing it to him.

A gratified smile touched Yomi's lips. Their teeth and fangs collided slightly, in a wet and hard caress as their beams grazed...

"I love it, Yomi..."

Kuronue pulled himself apart, sitting up between Yomi's legs. The winged youkai still placed one last caress along Yomi's pale but beautifully muscled thighs. Then, he touched his own abdomen, sensing the the dry semen stuck to his belly.

But Yomi did not smile or said anything back. He merely rolled to his side, facing the wall just like he was before it all happen. He avoided Kuronue, and huddled tight together, as if he were cold, or in fear...

"Don't be afraid. Kurama will never know," Kuronue commented, supposing it to be  the reason for Yomi's sudden unwillingness. "It's going to be our secret."

Kuronue stroked Yomi's head for one last time, before standing up and walking around after his scattered clothes. Yomi kept himself still, facing the wall, acting as if Kuronue was not there at all.

After a short while, Kuronue was composed again. And even though Yomi would not turn around to see, he followed his friend's movements by the long shadows drawn along the wall. When Yomi noticed Kuronue was ready to leave he addressed him in a soft but bitter tone.

"Don't come back, Kuronue. It is Kurama that I love, not you."

Kuronue opened and shut his wings in a reflex, stretching himself. Yomi could not see the tender smile in his lips, but he could sense the affectionate tone of his words.

"Kurama won't ever love you, Yomi. You mean nothing to him."

Yomi shrugged, but he did not dare to answer back. Deep inside his hurt heart, he knew Kuronue spoke nothing but the truth. But he needed to lie to himself, or the pain would be like an unbearable torture...

"You found a special place in my demon heart when I first met you, Yomi. You're friendly, you're sweet..." Kuronue sighed in then. "I love you, Yomi, and I only wish you well. I have the impression this fixation you have for Kurama will only make you suffer."

Yomi quivered, and he flinched tighter to himself, refusing to concede.

"Leave me alone, Kuronue..."

"We could be happy together, if you just allowed a little room for my love inside you. But it seems Kurama has sprawled all over your soul, like a plague..."

"Go away, Kuronue!" Yomi insisted, a little more distressed than before.

Kuronue acquiesced, sorrowfully. But he still adressed Yomi once before leaving.

"If he should break your heart, I'll be around ..."
 
 

"I could have been so happy if I had just allowed Kuronue to love me..."

Hikaru noticed Yomi's shut eyelids flutter very slightly. For a moment he felt the impulse to reach closer to Yomi and assuage his pain, but he resisted it, crooking his hands against his own lap.

"Now I cannot even cry... My tears were stolen, just like the light from my eyes." Yomi showed a bitter smile then. He refilled his cup, so disturbed and thoughtful that he even forgot to pour sake to Hikaru also." I cried a lot when Kuronue died, and I recall the youko did not shed a single tear..."

Yomi remeained in silence for a long while then. He drank from his cup, keeping his face low. His beautiful black hair fell along his face, concealing his expression, but Hikaru knew it was a very sorrowful one. It was the first time in which Yomi let his vulnerabilty show. He cast down his shut eyes, breathing very sofly, and his immense  emanation of power and grandeur turned into a grey, heavy mantle of sadness.

Hikaru thought he might continue the game.

He needed to blink his eyes and concentrate; the sake was already altering much of his perception. His red piece was softly placed on the board. He had formed a three piece line, and managed to corner Yomi's row.

The story he had to tell would go a lot further. The best way to fight dunkenness is to drink more...

Consequently, after making his move, he poured more sake for the both of them.

"At least we lived good moments for a short time, King Yomi. I assume you must hold dearly all the moments you had with Kuronue."

Yomi said nothing. But he nodded his head in a calm, assenting gesture.

Hikaru smiled to himself. He added then, with a sweet voice...

"I keep all the memories of the few happy days I shared with Hayashi as my most valuable treasure..."
 
 
To be Continued...