Kurama seemed to be in a very good mood; a rather unusual thing. Kuronue stirred lazily against the fur of the pelts covering their bed. He loved when either Kurama or Yomi stroked his wings that way...

He smiled, nuzzling the soft pillows, enjoying the perfume of musk and sandalwood. Yes... The youko's smell was that of musk, and Yomi always carried a slight, delicious perfume of sandalwood, mixed to a faint note of leather.

"You're cured. There's not even a scar." The youko declared, leaning over his winged lover to amorously graze his face along the sensual, hot hide of his wings, which was like a brilliant black chamois.

His wings fluttered softly for amoment, and then, Kuronue shut them, sitting up and turning to the youko, to embrace him tightly.

"Thanks Kurama," he said. Then, he smiled, observing the youko's face be drawn closer to his. When Kurama closed his eyes, he knew what the fox had in mind... Kuronue parted his lips, contently, letting Kurama kiss him with all his hunger, all his desire...

The youko's hands stroked the other demons's naked body ardently, and the two lovers deepened their kiss, breathing slowly and heavily due to the arousal which grew in both of them.

Kurama withdrew from the kiss. One for his hands reached out for Kuronue's black, glossy hair, playing with it as his fingers slipped down in between his long straight tresses.

"We hardly get the chance to be alone anymore..."

Kuronue cut the youko, giving him a mischievous wink of an eye.

"You complain too much! You're getting too jealous and cranky. Must be the age... It happens to every youko when they are getting to their 500's, right?" Kuronue chuckled then. He knew the youko hated to be recalled of his own age. "Aren't we alone right now?"

Kurama gave no reply. He stared at his partner with a very stern disposition.

"We are going alone tomorow. You and me; only."

"Where?"

"Break into the Dark Guild's Temple. I want that mirror."

Kuronue seemed a little alarmed when he heard that. He shifted away from Kurama, and huddled to himself, bending his knees to conceal his naked sex. His wings were  tense, shut one to the other tighter yet. It was a clear sign Kuronue was not at ease with the idea.

"You and this fixation of yours... You are Youko Kurama, but you're not a god, dear! Why do you feel this weird attraction for magic items? One of these days you will even try to steal Reikai's Treasures, and that will get you into some serious shit! You'll see!"

"I just think a little high..."

"A little high?" Kuronue shook his head, hopelessly. "You always want to steal the most dangerous objects... Mirrors that show the future, jewels that make your soul pass into another body after death, talismans who fullfill every desire... It is a serious case of obsession with grandeur!"

Kurama directed a cynical slant smile to his partner.

"Everyone wants to know what the future holds, Kuro. I am no different."

The black-winged youkai sighed in. In a reflex, he held the pendant hanging from his neck with a tight clutch. Past, future, it mattered not to him. All he knew is that the present moments were always the best because they were happening right then, in a real time, and not in memory or in a conjecture.

"We're happy like we are, and you insist in defying everything and everyone. You risk too much. You like living on the edge, don't you Kurama?"

"No. What I really like is to have control."

"I know... But there are things that escape control. Things like future, death, fate..."

"There is no Fate. I shall make my own. And I swear to you, once I will grow powerful enough to defy death!"

Kuronue smiled to his youko. That fox was much older than himself, and yet was so immature and impulsive sometimes... People said Kurama had a heart of ice. No, not at all... The ice was just a cover up to the intense flame of passion and desire which burned underneath.

"Death is the only certainty we have. Demons or Gods, it will come to us all one day."

"Not if I can avoid it."

The black winged youkai looked down, observing his hands, and his own naked body. He did not want to talk about it any more. He shifted closer to Kurama, still smiling, though his beautiful eyes seemed sad.

"I hate the past, and I am not interested in the future. I prefer the present." Saying this, he reached out to cuddle to the youko, but the silver fox shifted back.

Kurama held Kuronue's arms, to deter him.

"Stay back if you want. You can enjoy my absence in Yomi's arms. I'll go on my own."

Kuronue glared at the youko. He pulled and slipped his arms off the fox's clasping fingers. He sat very erect and tense, focusing his defying, narrow dark eyes on Kurama. 

"You're such a stupid fox sometimes!"

The silvery demon smiled. A resigned smile, and he waved his head softly, agreeing to whatever his partner said.

"No, you are right, Kuro. It is my adventure, it is my own personal dream of grandeur, I must go alone."

Kuronue clinched the youko firmly. Their eyes locked in an intense stare.

"Shit! Why do you twist whatever I say? I said I am not interested in the future, but I never said I wouldn't go with you!"

"I don't want to push you into anything..."

Kuronue slid his hands down along Kurama's beautiful hair. Yes... Just like a big, angry child. He wanted to have everything, he wanted to own the world, no matter what were the consequences.

"I'll go. I know you still don't trust Yomi enough to take him. And It will be too dangerous for you to go alone."

Kurama quietened. He accepted he affectionate caresses as Kuronue's fingers stroked his cheek, very delicately, and nodded his head. Yes; Kuronue had cut right to the chase. He would not entrust that mission to anyone else.

"Thanks, Kuro. We'll leave tomorrow past the sunset."

"Yeah..."

"Don't worry, everything will work out fine... I know..."

Then they heard a noise on the opposite part of the cave. Two pairs of demon eyes looked at the same direction.

Kurama sighed in.

"Here comes Mr. Big-ass..." He grumbled, in a ill-humored complaint.

Kuronue shushed the youko quickly. Kurama was becoming a real pain... It must be age, definitively...

They watched Yomi enter the den, showing them a smile as he always did. He left his weapons, his belt and his coat atop a long chest put before the bed, and walked around it, facing the naked demons who sat in between the cushions and pillows.

He sat on the edge of the bed and started to take off his boots. Fortunately that whole structure had been rebuilt, made larger, wider enough to fit the three of them.

Yomi felt there was something weird going on. He turned to Kuronue and Kurama over one shoulder.

"Do you want to stay on your own?"

Kurama said nothing. He stretched and waved his tail lazily before laying on his back along the bed. He relaxed then, very aware Yomi's eyes twinkled when he bent one knee, allowing that the sexy sight of the parts in between his legs to show, totally undisclosed.

Kuronue crawled to Yomi. He circled his shoulders with one nimble caress, and kissed his head.

"We were waiting for you." He stated, with a sweet smile.

The winged demon leaned his body onto Yomi's back, holding him tight.

"My wing is healed. There's not a scratch left." To add to his words, he flapped his black wings softly. Then he stared at Kurama. The youko was unruffled. He had already got used to watching Kuronue's gestures of affection towards Yomi, but there was no way he could avoid a little ressentment to show. "Kurama's great with his healing plants!"

Yomi stripped his tunic off and then pulled down his trousers. He turned around and slipped one arm around Kuronue's waist. Then he slipped into the soft bed, finding a cosy spot to lie on his belly, nestling in between Kurama and Kuronue.

He leaned his face on the youko's thigh. His eyes rolled along his body, and he smiled, pleased, when he felt his delicious scent, and felt the intense warmth coming from his flesh and his pulsating sex.

Kuronue lay over Yomi's back, resting his chin on his shoulder, while spreading his wings over them, lazily. He swayed his hips in a slow, circular movement, rubbing himself against Yomi's buttocks. The hormed youkai groaned in a delighted fashion.

He kissed Kurama's thigh.

"Where are you going tomorrow?" He asked then, with an ingenuous smile.

Kurama snapped at the horned demon.

"It's not of your business." He stated, furrowing his brow in anger.

Kuronue flushed, embarrassed with Kurama's rispidness. He patted Yomi's butt lovingly, and rubbed his thigh along him, stroking him sensually.

"Don't pay attention to Kurama. He just wants to show off..."

Yomi assented and smiled, not at Kuronue's comment, but to the youko, to show him his complete obedience.

"Sorry. I just thought I might help."

Kurama sat up, bending forwards to stare at Yomi right into his eye.

"You help by watching the Camp till we return."

"Sure, chief..."

Kurama seemed to enjoy hearing that.

"Nice pet. Now, shut up, and be quiet." He told Yomi, as at the same time he called Kuronue to him with a slow sway of his long fingers.

Kuronue crawled over Yomi, making their bodies rub as he passed, in a slow, feline, stroke. Yomi smiled, and rolled to his side while moving up in bed, to rest his head on a pillow.  He kept a smile while he watched Kuronue straddle Kurama's hips, and then bend over to kiss him, very hungrily.

It was so beautiful...

Yomi carefully pulled himself back, not to interfere with the two lovers. All he did was to reach out to hold one of the long tresses of slivery hair which sprawled along the pillows and the bed. He held those silky strands of hair in between his fingers with adoration, playing with them, making them slip along his fingers, delighted with its shiny softness.

He closed his eyes and leaned forwards a little, enough to press those tresses of hair against his lips and kiss them.

When he opened his eyes, he glimpsed at Kurama's hands stroking Kuronue's chest, and then sliding down along his sides to clinch the curve of his waist. Kuronue's slender fingers had started to fondle the youko's deliciously muscled abdomen, and Yomi could even listen to the sound of his nails scraping a trail of sharp sensation down along Kurama's belly.

Delicious sound... And to observe the youko's ardent reaction, to watch him arch his whole back and throw his head back against the pillows while he groaned was even more satisfying...

He was getting hard... He was getting very aroused while watching their love-play. Yomi touched himself, squeezing his own hard girth slowly. It was such a beautiful and enticing scene.

They exchanged another kiss. Kurama's hands stretched out to clutch at Kuronue's beautiful black hair, pulling it with a lover's possessiveness, and the winged demon moaned aloud in between their kiss. Then, smiling to the youko, Kuronue swayed his hips, rubbing his buttocks against Kurama's lap.

The youko moaned, enthralled with the sensation of warm, firm flesh rubbed against his sex, and Yomi gasped.

Fewer things could be so exciting as that...

It was then Kuronue extended his arm towards Yomi, calling him to join them with loving eyes. Kurama moaned again, because the way Kuronue had moved up along his lap had caused his tumescent sex to slip right up along his crevice...

Both fox and bat looked at Yomi, while Kuronue's fingers reached out for him.

Yomi smiled. He shifted forwards in a slow movement, and kissed Kuronue's lips. His tongue slipped in easily into his receptive, warm mouth, and they exchanged a long, smothering kiss, while Yomi noticed large but delicate hands stroke his back. But the stroking turned into an arousing pain, when the silky touch of those fingertips became  fierce digging nails marking his skin.

Yes... Yes... It was the youko's touch... The youko was always cutting him, lashing him, hurting him, stretching his entrails with lots of passionate torments, causing him the most delicious pain there could ever be...

He parted his lips from Kuronue's to turn his attention to Kurama. Yomi delved his tongue into the youko's mouth for a famished, wet, savage kiss, while he felt the burn start from the gashes across his back.

Pain and sweetness; wickedness and amorousness... Just the way he loved it...

He kissed the youko's mouth voraciously, making his tongue probe deep into that hot, wet cavern of softness...

One hand stroked his buttocks, and he knew it was Kuronue's. Yomi could tell it easily; the way Kuronue's fingers clinched to and stroked his flesh were different fromthe youko's wild caresses. Kuronue was always soft, careful, tender... And the youko's hands always clasped to his body like savage claws...

The horned demon took a deep breath in, and sat up, looking at one, and then at his other lover. He did not know why, but that night, he wanted to stay back. He wanted to leave them alone.

Kuronue smiled again to him. He stroked his own erection, showing it to Yomi while calling him closer with one sexy sideways glance and one tilting of his head.

Yomi lay back, careful not to let his body graze to theirs, while his right hand seized his own erection, firmly.

"No... Today I just want to watch. You two are so beautiful together..." Yomi murmured, while reposing sensually on the quilts and cushions, keeping his right hand stuck to his lower-abdomen while his fingers gripped his erection. He started playing with it, very slowly, when he saw both demons agree and then lock one around the other in an ardent embrace and a ravenous kiss.

Their arms locked, and Kuronue made his body slide down along the youko's thighs. Their hands moved down his pale skin and Kuronue waved his wings in a slow, satisfied dance, while he took position to go down on the youko's hard flesh.

Yes...  Yomi shuddered when he watched his friend take that whole pulsating flesh into his mouth and start sucking it, pumping it feverishily while he slipped and lapped his tongue along the head, making it enter his mouth, sliding in and out, in and out, sucking it harder yet...

The youko growled. His hands clasped the bedspreads and he swung his hips backwards and fro, making his erection delve deeper into Kuronue's mouth.

They were always arresting while they made love... The youko was like a God of Sex, The fiercest, the meanest, the evilest and most virile lover anyone could ever have...

Yomi played passionately with his own sex, making his fingers stroke the lenght, and squeeze around the sensitive head, teasing the slit with a fast, flickering caress. He stirred inbed, and his nakedness was rubbed against the musk-smeared sheets, and extended one leg enough to make his toes touch and fondle Kurama's calves. As he did it he would not stop observing in an ecstatic gaze, the way that gorgeous, huge piece of manhood, delved into Kuronue's mouth to the top...

Yomi groaned more... He licked his own lips, and parted his knees, to let his other hand stroke his balls and the flesh in between his thighs. Then he reached for his twinking asshole, while his other hand manipulated his throbbing erection.

He looked at the loving couple attentively, not missing a single tremor of Kurama's body, exulting when he watched Kuronue grimacing, almost choking at the big volume which was rammed deeper and deeper into his throat.

That youko... He would gag anyone with that huge cock he had...

He moaned again, louder, when he recalled the sensation of that shaft filling his own mouth. The sound of his aroused voice made Kurama look at him, and Yomi could not hold. He hurried to force his lips onto the youko's for a sudden kiss when he beheld  his enthralled, agonized expression of lust and abandonement.

Kurama kissed back in a wild rage of passion. His jaws opened wide, and he chewed Yomi's mouth, making his teeth bite his chin, his nose, his lips, his cheeks, in such a wide, wet kiss, that their saliva dribbled down their chins and their necks...

Yomi groaned, moaned, panted deeply. His cock was taken by a trembling tension, and he had to pull back, and relax not to climax at once. He withdrew the his pumping fingers, and merely held tight to the sheets, closing his eyes and taking one deep breath.

It was such a wild sensation.. Only Kurama could do it to him... To make him almost come, over, and over and over, till he was finally impelled into the most devastating orgasm...

With his eyes shut, Yomi could still listen to the sound of their love. Kuronue's deep breathing, the sucking sounds of his mouth while he ate the youko's shaft, the lapping sounds of his lips and tongue against that hot flesh, and Kurama's thrilled groans, so deep and wild, that were like a true animal's roar...

The youko started to pant, speaking out Kuronue's name, in a loving chant of moans and groans. Yomi opened his eyes then, and as he looked at the youko again, he watched him smile in a devilish sensuality to Kuronue, and utter, huskily, how much he wanted to screw his ass...

Yomi trembled. Yes... Yes.. It was so beautiful... So delicious...

He breathed deeper, and his eyes were wide, fixed at the lustful sight of Kuronue straddling Kurama's hips again. The winged youkai carefully found position and the youko held his own shaft up and steady, making its gleaming tip nestle his crack.

Shocks of arousal filled his whole body, as if he were trespassed by shafts of titillating lust. His erection throbbed in a hellish ardour when he observed, entranced, the slow way Kuronue pushed his body down against the youko's huge cock. The sound of his wings spread apart in an spasm of ecstasy muffled his pleased, but yet pained moan, when the youko's shaft started to rip into his flesh in a slow, but harsh penetration.

The youko whispered his lover's name, and helped, moving his hips up and down in a  seductive sway, while his large hands stroked Kuronue's trembling thighs, trying to make his body accept the hard volume being shoved up his ass.

Kuronue danced across Kurama's lap, swaying and wriggling his rear, letting out soft murmurs and groans of ecstasy, moving his wings in a slow rhythm as he rode Kurama. He kept his eyes closed all the while. But the youko, too aroused to hold back, clinched to his waist, and brought him down against his shoving cock in one rude, eager pull. Kuronue gave out a cry; of pain and surprised delight, and as he did it, he opened his beautiful narrow eyes and stared right at Yomi.

Kuronue's body trembled, and his hard shaft was jerked, taken by a twitching seizure, and gushed out a load of semen which spurt all over Kurama's abdomen in wide, pearlescent puddles of cream...

The youko growled sexily. A convulsion taking his manly, elegant body was the evidence of his orgasm. His body was locked in a tense arch, and he murmured Kuronue's name in a ecstatic roar...

Yomi smiled. He shut his eyes for a moment and he felt the liquid energy of orgasm rush from the core of his body along his tense penis. It was like a torrent, like a storm of sensations which burst forth in a twinkling explosion of delight. He felt his cum  slide along his clutching fingers, down along his hand and his own groin, and the smell of his own semen filled the air. Yes... It was so good...

Released, but still shivering with the lustful surge which had flooded him, Yomi leaned forward then, and started to slip his tongue all over Kurama's belly, licking it all over, tasting the salty flavor of Kurama's skin mixed to Kuronue's deliciously warm cum...

He sensed hands stroking his hair and his back, as he kissed Kurama's belly, and rubbed his face along that soft pearl jam. Kuronue shifted position to embrace him,  and at the same time, the youko's arm closed around his shoulders.

The lovers embraced one to the other, breathing slowly, quietly composing themselves after the climax. They stayed there together for a long time, their arms and legs locked, as one...
 

He kept silence for a long moment, half concealing his face beneath one forearm, as he leaned onto one bent knee. His fingers played with the strands of his black hair which fell along his face.

He smiled then. His hair was of a lustrous black, straight and flowing, just like Kuronue's. In fact, they were very much alike, and could even be thought as siblings.

"It was the last time we slept together." He added, and his low, manly voice sounded filled with hopelessness and a painful missing feeling. "He was such a good friend...And he loved me, truly, very diferently from Kurama."

Hikaru said nothing. He kept quiet, in consideration for Yomi's sorrow.

"Kurama could have avoided it. If he trusted me, if he were not so vain, so proud of himself, and so arrogant, Kuronue would still be among us today."

Yomi added his black piece to the Gomoku board then. The silence was so thick, they heard perfectly the sound as the small round object hit the board.

"After Kuronue's passing, Kurama's attitude towards me changed drastically. I mourn Kuronue; I lost an irreplaceable friend. But what hurt me the most is that I lost my youko lover as well. Kurama never made love to me again after that... Not until..."

Yomi sighed in again, this time in a deeper, more painful fashion than before.

His shut eyes were drawn towards Hikaru then.

"Would you mind making your move now? I think I have spoken enough for this round."