Yomi frowned slightly. His shut eyes were directed towards the wooden ceiling, and he breathed in calmly and deeply.

"Youko Kurama has always enjoyed killing. He had a sadistic pleasure in watching his victims die under the most terrible agonies." His lips curved in a soft smile. "We all knew we had to do kill to stay alive; we were thieves, warriors, most-wanted criminals... But the youko delighted with it. We could see his eyes twinkle with pleasure as he finished off his victims."

"One of the greatest pleasures I ever had was to chase, torture and kill the youko who had invaded my homeland. I enjoyed watching them bleed while I ripped their faces off with my own nails."

Yomi shuddered, touched by the intense, gory image which crossed his mind. It was so vivid he could almost feel the smell of blood.

"And I have tortured the mercenary Kurama hired to kill me. I gave him centuries of pain; centuries of the slowest torments I could think of..."

Their voices had become so intense, and the air so charged with hostility that they stopped and faced each other, a little vexed of their own extreme wickedness. Surprised, they took a moment to drink more sake, very quietly.

Yomi chuckled then.

"Well... But we had our reasons anyway. Vengeance entitled us to act forcefully, I guess."

Hikaru nodded his head with determination.

"I do not repent. Those youko deserved to die. They had to pay with their lives what was done to my people."

Yomi poured both of them more sake. Another bottle had just been emptied.

"I used that poor devil as a scapegoat. I tortured him intensely because I could not torture Kurama. I knew that the minute I had that youko before me again, instead of tormenting him, I would be yearning for his love, as it has always been..."

Hikaru's eyes observed the King. He was so imposing, so big, and yet that passion made him so passive... What a contradiction... No one would ever imagine that the powerful King Yomi, so manly and resolute, would surrender himself to a youko lover so readily...

"Well. I feel every youko has a little evil inside. We're astute predators originally; there is no way we can differ much."

The smile on the King's lips widened to a pleased grin. His face softened and his cheeks acquired a blushing tone.

"Yes... That's precisely what attracts me towards your demon race. You are the beauty and the beast all in one..." He breathed deeper, decided to speak it all out. "I always thought you were a goody-goody with no attitude. I felt surprised and extremely attracted by you when I realized you are a fierce, deliciously evil fox underneath..."

"King Yomi... Please... "

The King could hear Hikaru's demon heart start throbbing. He could sense the sudden warmth of delight and vexation burning under his arresting pale skin. It was then Yomi became sure that grey youko was starting to accept his court...

It was better to continue with his stories of old. He could wait; he could wait some more time till Hikaru was ready.

Yomi added another piece to the board, making his move. But as he did it he found he was not as focused on the Gomoku match as he should. All those stories, all those confessions... His mind was wandering far off the game.

"Kurama's gang became one of the most powerful forces of the Makai's underworld then. We had actually joined, not only in bed, but in the battlefield, forming a threesome which could not be beaten by enemies." The King sat up straight then, visibly proud of that period of his past life. He exulted with his memories. "I imagine the bond of sex and love we had exchanged helped making our professional ties tighter. Now we were not only gang-fellows; we were lovers; we were mates in a wider concept. It strengthened us, and made the band become a devastating criminal force, that no Lords, no armies, no guilds could detain. We felt we could steal all we wanted. We were intoxicated by our own power."

Yomi recalled it perfectly. By that time Kurama felt pleased with the growing number of successful incursions they were leading. - His treasure and his notoriety grew in a similar rate. It helped him become more tolerant towards Yomi, although the first weeks and months he shared with the youko and his winged partner had been tough.

"That youko was hard to please. It took me a long while to be accepted. But I did not give up. I learned and strengthened my own you-ki immensely; in a few months I became almost as diligent and powerful as Kuronue. Together I and that batty guy worked hard; our joined forces turned what once was a small, careless group of thieves into the famous Kurama's gang. The youko's ill-fame started to spread like weed then. Many other youkai came to join us in, and we expanded our territory. We were extremely feared, and not even great Makai Lords dared to do anything against us. We were a true army of brigands."

"I imagine it was a very comfortable position - In a way Kurama just lay back giving orders while you organized, trained and led the band for him."

"But we always acted following his schemes and tactics. He was the brain, we were the muscle. Sometimes Kurama acted on impulses, but most of the time all operations he organized were carefully planned."

"I detest Kurama more and more as this conversation evolves..."

Yomi chuckled softly. Yes... Love him or leave him - It had always been like that in relation to the Silver Youko.

"At that time, his evil repute was at its peak. Kuronue and I worked hard to keep it that way. And many rival gangs were forced to submit to us or be wiped out. Kurama has always hated competitors..."

The runner they had sent to hand in the terms of surrender had just been crucified, as a warning for Kurama keep his gang off limits. From that cliff-edge, Kuronue watched while a torch had been used to set fire to the poor creature.

The youkai's scream of pain was so loud they could hear it from where he was, hundreds of meters away. Kuronue felt sorry for the runner. As always, it was a young kid. Shit happens to everyone; but they would get even.

Ha! As if Youko Kurama could be intimidated so easily!

His night-vision could perceive easily those bunch of idiots were about to cross the large ravine in between the cliff and that hill to march into Kurama's lands.

They had been given a chance; Kurama had sent a very merciful proposal of surrender. They would merely have to give in all their treasure, and Kurama would allow them to live. The youko had been rather generous, and yet they had not accepted it. So then, they would be given wrath instead!

Kuronue turned over, and walked back. As he passed by Yomi, who was also clad in black, he tapped his right shoulder.

"Those bastards are not going to give in. Let's tell Kurama we're ready to kick their butts off here."

Yomi yawned while he nodded his head in a firm agreement. He was sleepy... He had always been sleepy for the past months - for furry and winged reasons he had been strangely hindered in his sleep, either during the night or day...

But he was ready for battle. He even looked forward to it.

His eyes followed Kuronue, as his fingers clutched more firmly around his sword's hold. Then he went after his friend, entering the dense, dark forest. A cold mist filled the dark night, making it almost impossible to see anything. But the whole band was there, behind each and every tree trunk, beneath the bushes, or crouching behind rocks.

Swords, broad-axes, staffs and spears, forks, longswords, flails... Only the sharp, angular outline of all these weapons could be devised here and there, standing out of the misty forest's background like a silent, threatening palisade. The youkai kept complete silence as they lurked, waiting for the order to attack, and massacre everything on their way.

Kuronue stopped for a moment to check all the weapons he had arranged around his belt, and the small throwing knives he had attached to the straps around his arms. Whenever in battle, Kuronue carried all imaginable types of small weapons in the pockets of his leather vest, and under that weird skirt he wore. He carried sai blades stuck inside his boots, daggers attached to his trouser's legs, a blowpipe fastened to his left forearm, and even a small stiletto stuck up into his pony tail - Kuronue was the kind of warrior who was always on guard for any eventuality... But his favorite weapon was a Chain whip, with tiny sharp blades at its multiple flogging ends.

So, there was Kuronue, holding his whip dearly, already ready to attack, tense but enthusiastic, eager to get into battle.

It was when the youko appeared, emerging from the darkness, like a beautiful emanation of silver, which the night could not put out completely.

Yomi could never avoid a pleased smile whenever he saw the youko...

To Yomi's surprise, the fair fox-spirit cloaked his brilliant figure with a long black robe. He had also tied his flowing hair in a pony-tail, maybe in an attempt not to stand out too much in the darkness.

It meant that incursion must be an important and decisive one.

Yomi carried an excellent katana, made especially for him, and for the past months he had practiced it exhaustively. He was ready to show Kurama, he was not only a third officer because he was the weaker of them - but that he was the third in line of command merely because he had been the last to join in.

Therefore, when he stepped closer, and joined Kurama and Kuronue in their confabulation and planning, he felt proud of himself. Yes. He was a good warrior; soon Kurama would have to credit him favorably...

"Amok is keeping his position." Kuronue informed. "He has crucified and set fire to the messenger to try to intimidate us."

Kurama's usually calm, controlled expression showed a deep frown of disgust.

"That despicable bastard! Not only he defies me, but invades my territory! He's going to pay!" He exclaimed, with an indignant fit. Then, he took a deep breath in, and continued, in a very clear, composed tone while his eyes darted from Kuronue to Yomi, and then back. "That rat has got something I want. I have heard he's got the Mirror of the Threshold of Time - It is a mirror which will reveal the future to whoever looks into it. I want Amok alive so he can confess where's he's hidden it. Is that clear?"

Kuronue acquiesced.

"And the rest of his gang?"

Kurama tossed his head.

"Kill those who won't give in, and sell in the Slave Market those who will."

The youko crouched down, and his partners followed him. The youko drew a rough draft of the area in the mud with his finger.

"Yomi. You take your group and Kuronue's youkai. I want you to cross the ravine and attack their flanks. I want a massive, intense assault that will give them no chance to escape."

Yomi agreed. The youko added some other quick sketches.

"I will take command of the main front. I take Shido and the heaviest, meanest, strongest bastards we have to open way forcefully to the center of their terrain."

Then the youko reached out to stroke Kuronue's shoulder. The fox was always tender and openly affectionate to his winged lover; and Yomi tried not to let it show, but even after such long time being a threesome, he still envied the loving manner the youko treated Kuronue. He knew somehow he would never be given such privileges...

"Kuronue; get the fastest youkai we've got. Circle those bastards and take position behind their lines. I count on you to attack them from behind. Open way till you get to Amok, and capture him. I need to interrogate that pig intensively."

The winged demon agreed. Then, Kurama got on his feet, ready to start the battle.

"I'll give you time to take your positions. Give me the sign when you're ready, and wait for my mark." He looked again at one and the other. "Yomi attacks first, I follow, and then, Kuronue attacks their rear."

Kuronue chuckled.

"Heh... That's my specialty..."

Kurama smiled back, amused with his partner's silly jest.

When Kuronue stood up, Kurama affectionately encircled his waist with one arm, drawing him closer. He smiled and kissed Kuronue's lips, in a quick, but extremely sweet gesture.

"Take care, Kuro."

The winged demon acquiesced, smiling back.

"You too." He turned his slant dark blue eyes to Yomi then, who watched the scene quietly. "Take care you too, hornie." He patted Yomi's horned head and left to set the last arrangements to battle.

Yomi stared at the youko with expectant eyes...

Kurama snorted, and offered the other youkai an ironic little grin. But his expression softened into a friendly one. And, to Yomi's surprise, the youko stroked his muscled arm, and leaned over him.

He gave Yomi a similar kiss.

"Yeah... Take care you too, bonehead! Try not to ruin everything!"

As Kurama turned his back to Yomi, and left to join his armed group, he did not get the chance to see the wide, delightful smile which crossed his lips.
 

Yomi growled, wielding his katana with all his might, advancing with his group like a storm upon the enemies. He heard screams, and the loud clanging of metal against metal, and stepped further, a little confused by the mist and by the dusk caused by the incoming morning.

He marched right on the front line. He brandished his katana vigorously, using more muscle than skill. Once in a while he also summoned his you-ki, making it envelop his left hand so he could thrust glowing punches of energy, to hit and toss back those who tried to detain him. Yomi swept out everything at his reach, cutting, slashing, and mutilating every moving shadow which crossed his way. He would not stop shouting out the louder he could, commanding his group forward, chopping his way in through the demons body with all his might.

Suddenly, when he was almost reaching the top of that elevation, more enemies tossed themselves against his group, to force them to retreat.

Yomi took a moment to impel one powerful burst of his you-ki forward. A rush of energy swooshed up, like an explosion of gyrating winds, busting a passage through the incoming enemies.

The horned demon ran up the hillside, through the passage, calling his group to come with him, wielding his katana to block an attack here, and slash an arm off there.

When he reached the top he was attacked again. But he was fast and charged forward, aiming his katana in a low, direct move, and trespassed the bastard before he could have chance to try to attack for a second time.

He looked around. The camp was a mess, a whole confusing battle in which he could hardly distinguish who was who. The big thuds had already stomped over the front enemy line, invading the area. They did not even carry weapons; their huge fists and gigantic strength were their weapons. They entered the field crushing everything they could get their hands on, growling and roaring, literally squishing in their clenching hands the enemies who dared to cross their path.

It was then Yomi heard the youko call his name.

Kurama ran across the field, wielding his thorny plant-whip to open way. He called Yomi again, and he struggled avidly for passage in through the battling groups to get to the chief.

Yomi punched the tall green guy on his left, and stuck his sword in through the stupid three-eyed youkai who tried to intercept his race across the site. No one, nothing could get on his way when Kurama called for him!

He shoved another wounded guy aside, and joined Kurama. The youko called him forth, and they crossed the rest of the battlefield in a fast run, side by side, dodging the youkai who tried to stop them, jumping off and ducking any attacks, flitting through the battleground like two blurred black shafts stabbing the confused mob.

Kurama did not need to say anything. Yomi knew he was in such a hurry because he worried about Kuronue.

A large fence of pointed stacks blocked their way. But Kurama jumped over it, with an elegant impulse, and Yomi followed right after.

Then they saw the huge bastard with long, snarled white hair, still struggling against the chains and ropes which fastened him. All youkai commanded by Kuronue surrounded the fiend, trying to immobilize him, but the bastard resisted in a maddened revolt. He still fought wildly, brandishing one long staff with sharp ends, growling, frothing at the mouth and yelling loud curses as he rebuffed the youkai who tried to hit and constrain him. He struggled ferociously, standing alone, still resisting, surrounded by the butchered corpses of his warriors; all his body guards had been already put down, and he still resisted...

"Amok! Give yourself in! Surrender now!" Youko Kurama shouted out to his twisting, struggling enemy.

The monster growled in response.

Kuronue, who had just lashed his chain whip around that beast's ankles, to yank him down and bind him to the ground, looked up towards Kurama's voice, and his eyes rolled towards Yomi, who was closer.

It was then that Amok twisted his body enough to stick his wooden spear into Kuronue.

Yomi's eyes widened with fright when he heard his friend's cry. He froze, panicked, and from where he stood he watched with a slow, terrifying perfection the whole scene as the monster's long spear pierced through Kuronue's left wing, nailing him to the ground.

"You bastard! I'm going to give you one thousand deaths for this outrage!" Kurama yelled, picking something from his hair and tossing it off at his enemy's feet.

A loud roar arose from the earth, and a giant, tortuous tree, grew forth, making the whole soil rise up and burst forth like in an earthquake. The plant grew fast as lightening and its slithering and snakelike branches moved up and around the huge enemy's body like a multitude of brownish crawling, devouring worms, perforating and binding his limbs and torso.

The creature growled louder. A true desperate scream of pain and squirming agony was heard all over the area, frightening and appalling.

Yomi, who had hurried to help Kuronue, looked up, in the youko's direction, as he held his winged friend dearly in his arms. Kuronue was bleeding, and his left wing trembled with the pain and the strike, but it was not a mortal wound, and he would all be alright...

Kuronue cuddled firmly to Yomi, who had crouched before him. They remained very close, cheek to cheek, and Yomi felt his friend's panting breath blown right into his ear...

"I'm alright... Take it off me... Please..."

Yomi did not have the opportunity to do as he was asked. He looked up to an ireful youko, who stood by and yanked the pointed stick off his lover's wing, with one quick and vigorous pull.

Kuronue squirmed with the pain, and he took refuge holding tighter to Yomi, hiding his face against his chest, and breathing heavily. The blood trickled down along his wing, dripping on the earthen floor, forming a small puddle...

Yomi felt his chest tense, and his demon heart throb faster, worried about his friend. But then Kuronue murmured softly against the curve of his neck.

"It's not serious, I'm gonna make it..." He spoke tenderly, smiling and looking up at Yomi first, then at Kurama, who stood by their side. "You're not going to get rid of me so easily..." He played, tracing a mischievous glance from Yomi to Kurama.

Yomi shuddered, unsettled by the insinuation. His pinkish eyes looked up at Kurama, and he trembled when he felt Kurama's wrathful stare fixed at him.

Kurama was blaming him for it... He was closer to Kuronue when the monster attacked him, he could have shunned the blow...

Yomi felt like a wretch for having let Kurama down. He stroked Kuronue's beautiful hair while he vowed to himself nothing such as that would happen again. Not if he could avoid it.

Kurama approached his vanquished enemy. The youko was so infuriated that even Yomi quivered, fearing his chief. However he could not deviate his eyes from the youko, delighted with his feline, and menacing movements.

All the guys who had been attacking Amok had stopped, forming a circle around Kurama and their agonizing, cruelly bound foe. They had put their weapons down, and stood quietly, thrilled for whatever was coming. And whatever it was, they knew it would be one long and bloody display of sadism as only Youko Kurama could give...

"I want the mirror. The Mirror of the Threshold of Time. I was informed you have it, and I want it now!"

Yomi noticed those vines creeping up and around the huge enemy's body, tightening up their ties. The creature huffed heavily.

"I don't have it!" He cried.

Kuronue shifted a little to the side to watch it all over Yomi's shoulder. The sound of the battle still echoed around them as some enemy warriors fought to their last of their efforts. Kuronue's wound had stopped bleeding, but even then, the pain was still visible in his grimacing face.

And Kurama stood there before that gigantic fiend, as if nothing was happening, cool and undisturbed, interrogating him wickedly...

"Rat! Confess it and I will give you a merciful death!"

More slithering vines and stems attacked the ghoul, growing straight from that gigantic tree's main axis. But this time, instead of just wrapping around Amok, they started to bore his flesh, and enter under his skin, like monstrous fingers creeping way in through his veins and underneath his muscles.

The creature screamed horribly. Kuronue shuddered, and turned his eyes down. But Yomi could not stop watching the arousing view of that intense, and yet so absolutely collected Kurama, revengeful and heinous, as he confronted his tortured foe.

"I want the mirror! You have no future, you bastard! You won't ever need it!"

More roared screams of agonizing pain where heard. The battle seemed over. Many others of Kurama's followers had joined the audience around that sick, vulgar show, all of them, savoring the perverse pleasure of watching the torture.

Other screams followed, louder, more painful than the previous ones. The stench of that beast's blood and sweat filled the whole place, like a pestilent wind.

"That mirror is cursed! I don't want anything with it!"

Kurama reinforced his torture. The plant's woody tentacles now showed long thorns, which started to rip off flesh and bone as they snaked around Amok's half-mutilated limbs.

Kurama placed his hands on his hips. He sighed out, visibly losing his patience.

"You are all that's left of your gang, Amok. We've already killed everything else atop this hill." Kurama directed a cold-blooded, twisted grin at his carnaged enemy. "You are dead anyway. But it can take you long, torturous days till I finally allow you to die, or it can end now... You choose..." Kurama made a soft gesture in the air while his hands commanded the plant's movements like a master of puppets drawing in invisible cords..."Where is the Mirror?"

The monster, soaked in his own blood, disfigured as his own skin had been cut and ragged, roared again in such a tormented way that Yomi almost felt sorry for him.

"The mirror is cursed! Everyone who steals it suffers the most horrible death!"

Kurama snapped at him, with a cynical half-smile.

"Wrong answer, filthy pig!"

Yomi watched the one thick, slithering wood branch start impaling that creature. Amok spat out a gush of dark blood, which half-smothered his fierce scream of agony.

"It is in the Dark Guild's Temple!"

Kurama seemed satisfied with that. They heard no more screams, because the youko summoned his whip, cutting Amok's head off with astounding precision.

The youko turned his back to his fallen enemy, full of despise, and aimed his eyes at both Yomi and Kuronue.

He waved one hand in the air, signaling to the others.

"Pillage time! Have fun looting the place up!" Kurama ordered all the guys, while still staring at his two officials.

He said nothing, and for one strange reason, Yomi found his silence more frightening than anything he might have said or done. Kurama extended one hand to Kuronue, pulling him up and from Yomi's arms, helping him stand up and walk.

"Don't worry, Kurama, I'm alright..." Kuronue stated, as soon as they held hands and he was encircled by Kurama's arm. He did not want the youko to blame anyone, mainly Yomi, for it. "It was my fault, I.."

Kurama quieted his lover sweetly, bringing him along, and Yomi was left behind.

And what if Amok had inflicted a mortal wound into his friend? What if instead of attacking Kuronue, that monster had struck his rage against youko Kurama and bored a lethal injury through his flesh?

Damn! He had to be more careful! He could not be so impulsive, so careless... After all, many other lives depended on him, on his leadership - they were a gang, they had to act as one.

All Yomi knew was he should pay extra attention to it in the future.

As the day started, he followed into Kurama's den, to check on his lovers.

Kuronue was sleeping soundly. He reposed on his side while his wounded, bandaged wing laid supported by a pile of pillows put along his back. Kurama had loosened his pony tail and taken his clothes off before carefully covering him with a quilt.

Then Yomi looked at the opposite half of the bed.

There was the youko, propping on an elbow, lying on another pile of cushions. He had dark spots under his eyes, smearing his pale skin. A sign he had spent the whole night awake, watching over Kuronue.

A shaft of daylight filled the whole cave, brought by mirrors and large trays hanging from strategic positions all along the cave, to reflect light from the entrance into its interior.

Kuronue would sleep till sunset. Yomi sat on the edge of the bed, by Kurama's side. He liked Kuronue, but whatever moment he had to spend with Kurama alone, one to one, was so rare that he treasured them immensely.

"You really like him..." Yomi commented, indicating Kuronue with one tilt of his head.

Kurama, who had been studying a map, lazily raised his golden eyes to Yomi.

"I do. We have been together for more than 60 years."

Yomi acquiesced. Funny... Only the youko managed to do that to him. Kurama could look at him deeply in the eye and yet act as if he were nothing; as if he were less than a damned bug on a wall...

He wanted Kurama so dearly... And yet the youko despised him so much... Reality hurt...

"How did he spend the night?"

"Fine. It is just a scratch. It will heal soon."

Yomi turned over his shoulder to observe his slumbering friend. Kuronue cuddled to one large pillow, clinching to it firmly with one arm, while his other hand was possessively closed around the red pendant he always wore.

Kurama observed Yomi's inquisitiveness towards the jewel. He put the map aside, and reached out to stroke the winged brunet's head.

"It is the first object he's stolen."

Yomi looked back at Kurama, with wide eyes. He could barely believe it. The youko was actually talking to him, establishing a soft, normal conversation, treating him friendly... It was so, so unusual...

"What?"

The youko smiled. Yomi felt so happy with just that gesture of affection...

"I raised him since he was a young youkai. He was part of a group of war prisoners; I traded him for a pile of swords and daggers. I wanted a fast, small, young youkai I could employ as scout and messenger. I liked his looks so I brought him into the gang.

Kurama breathed deeply then, almost heaving a sigh. He played with the silky bangs of hair falling over Kuronue's brow with a very soft touch of his fingertips.

"I found out too late he was spoiled goods. I wanted a flying youkai, but because his wings had been crippled he could not do it." Kurama shook his head. "It had been one of the few times I did a bad trade. If he could not fly, it meant he had no use for me..." He showed a roguish smile then, before going on. "No, he would do no good not even to make my bed warm. Kuronue was too young and scrawny by then. He was not my kind of fuck at all..."

Yomi leaned closer to Kurama. He even dared to make his knee brush the fox's thigh, while he followed Kurama's story with all attention.

"Then I proposed Kuronue a test. I took him to a very crowded marketplace, and told him he had one minute to steal a jewel, and bring it to me safely without arousing suspicions. If he did it, I would accept him in my gang, and I would teach him how to become a feared thief and warrior."

"What if he did not succeed?"

"I'd kill him. I could not afford useless youkai in my crew."

Yomi swallowed hard. Yes... The youko had always been cruel... He had always put his gang, his treasures and his needs before everything else...

"Is this the piece he's stolen? This red gem?"

"Yes... He did it so fast I could not follow his moves myself." Kurama chuckled softly. His eyes roamed with tenderness along Kuronue's figure. "It is a cheap bauble, but it was enough for him to pass the test. Since then, he is part of the gang. I have trained him, and I keep him as friend and lover, for 60 years."

"Oh... That's why he is so grateful to you then..."

"Yes. I taught him everything. And he keeps that pendant with him all the time. He says it is not only his lucky charm, but a symbol of his freedom." Kurama faced Yomi then, and his stare became grave and focused. "Kuronue also used to say it was a token of our love. But he does not seem to consider it as such since you have arrived..."

Yomi lowered his eyes. He had never wanted that... He had never wanted to do anything that might disgust Kurama...

"I am sorry, chief. I had never planned it this way. Kuronue loves me, he says, but I know pretty well I love another demon instead..."

He dared not stare at Kurama while he was saying that. And why should he? Anyhow he knew the youko would not believe him.

"I've spoken enough. I'm strained; I need sex to relax but I can't risk opening Kuronue's wound." Yomi noticed then Kurama's fierce hands clasping around his arms. He was dragged closer, and the youko inclined over him for a rapacious kiss.

It was such a bitter, miserable satisfaction... He was just a surrogate lover; he was just a means for the youko to release the oppression which made him so tense... He was just a... he was nothing but a tight hole the youko would fuck to be relieved from tension...

It was so humiliating, and yet, Yomi loved to be taken in his arms.

Kurama parted the kiss. He fixed his predatory eyes into Yomi's, with no sweetness, no tenderness, no affection. All there was in that fiery golden stare was hunger. Hunger and resentment.

"What's done is done. Fortunately Kuronue respects me and enjoys my company enough not to leave me. But you..." His face displayed a slant grin of irony, as he reached for Yomi and lifted his chin, forcing their eyes to meet. "...you are just a passing phase..."

"Get rid of you?"

"Yes. He wanted to kill me. I saw it in his eyes that night. His eyes were intense and arresting, but they were the eyes of a killer."
 

To be Continued...