Years had passed, and Yomi found no oposition to become the second commander in Kurama's gand. Despite his painstaking efforts, things never worked out for him and the gang as used before.

Yomi had the impression all disgraces of the Makai were dropped on his head. It was not a mere matter of bad luck. He was starting to think someone was subverting the whole band.

His plans and schemes did not work, no matter how long he had elaborated and dedicated himself to them. Raids and assaults were ruined, secret actions were misteriously undermined...

He had already lost many youkai in such hazardous actions. Kurama's gang was but a faint shadow of its glorious days, when they felt so powerful they thought they could plunder the entire Makai with one hand behind their backs.

Sabotage. It seemed to be the cause. There must be a secret force ruining the band's foundations, giving away information and putting everyone's neck on the line.

Yomi could not imagine who the traitor might be.

In his mind, Yomi clinched almost furiously to the idea there must be a saboteur, not to be stricken by his gravest fear - That he might be the one, and only one too blame for their ruin and failure.

Being second in command was not easy. He could see it perfectly now.

He had wished to impress Kurama. He wanted to make the youko perceive his valour, his courage, his good qualities, either as thief or commander. Yomi planned to make Kurama realize he was not only a pitiful youkai, deserving of scorn and derision. He wanted to make Kurama realize he had evolved. Yomi was convinced he had learned much, enough to become a great officer, and a strong warrior. He struggled to make Kurama give him value, but...

Nothing ever worked.

In the beginning Kurama still cared enough to reproach him for his recklessness. The youko even saved his life once.  Just to spit at his face a severe admonition once they had returned to the base.

But after a while it seeemed the depression Kurama faced engulfed his whole existence, and he gave up the band completely.

It seemed the youko handed him the command for lack of interest. After Kuronue's death, Kurama did not feel any interest on his own gang any longer. He delegated the task of leading the band to Yomi. It was Yomi who started taking most of the decisions and planning every action.

Yomi was given carte blanche. But the horned demon would gladly exchange it for a warm space in the silver youko's bed...

Yomi sighed. It was not a coincidence his favorite spot in the campsite became the cosy place where he had buried Kuronue's remains. The vegetation was tall and flowers blossomed around him. Climbing plants and the trees's crowns intermingled, forming a natural arbor.

His friend would have enjoyed that den, were he alive.

Now that Kuronue was no more, Yomi spent most of his days, and mostly the evenings, alone. He shared company with no one. He had tried to find for himself no other lover. He was given inumerous flirtatious glances and invitations, from youkai who were part of the gang and outsiders as well. Nevertheless Yomi considered taking no lovers whatsoever; neither steady nor one night stands.

After some time, he realized he missed sex so much he had even learned to sublimate his need. When it reached thi spoint, things started to be much easier. And even though he managed to restrain his lust and his sex drive, Yomi could not hold back his undeniable love for Kurama. His affection grew, locked in his demon heart, till it reached the brinks of obsession.

Yomi could control the heat in his pants, but he could not control the fire of passion burning in his chest.

Therefore, he strove to show Kurama he made a difference.

If he were brave and victorious, then perhaps Kurama started to change towards him. The horned demon cherished hopes one day the apathy Kurama showed for him could become love. It is what Yomi struggled and labored for.

He had risked undertaking the most dangerous missions. He had tried the deadliest assaults. Fearlessly, Yomi insisted in trying to make the youko see his courage and his ability to lead the band. Years passed, and instead of being more careful, Yomi risked more and more, getting more desperate after each failure. Yomi neglected his own personal security and the band's many times. There had been missions in which dozens of  gangmen left the camp, and just a few returned, broken, ruined, humiliated by defeat.

They started to collect scars, wounds and casualties, not treasure. The decline of Kurama's band grew so fast, at such an unbelievable rate, one might think a sudden plague had waned that once powerful group of pillagers.

Instead of getting alarmed by the decadence of his gang, Kurama seemed not to care. His negligence upon his own band might be a consequence of the depression he felt after losing Kuronue. Nevertheless, the fact is that even after years had passed, Kurama continued detached and heedless towards the band's affairs.

Apathy was over all of them. Yomi still tried to shoo it away, but someway he was impotent to fight that invisible monster throughtly. But he had tried hard. Everyday, he insisted on it, elaborating new scemes, new attacks, trying to infuse life and energy in what used to be the most powerful criminal force of the Makai.

He failed. The braver he insisted on it, the harder was the fall.

He had a mission scheduled for the following day. They needed one victory badly.  They needed at least one smashing sucess to start feeling powerful and self-assured again, the way they were before.

He had been given information about a castle where riches untold of were collected. He had planned to attack this castle with the best youkai remaining in the band, and fight to the last for victory. They needed urgently to conquer a booty rich enough to fill them with a new morale or the youkai would disband very soon! He needed to show Kurama he was worth being his second in command!

"Kurama is calling for you, Yomi!"

The youkai jumped, startled with the sudden voice. He looked over his shoulder at Shido, who was one of the few from the old times who survived. There were never any more problems between them. Shido seemed to have definitively remained in his place.

"He is? What for?" Yomi asked back.

It was a surprise. Kurama used to spend most of his days and nights locked in his den. The only ones who used to make him company sometimes were the young aides and some other young youkai and even females, brought into the camp.

Yomi knew very well why Kurama allowed himself those visitors. After all, the youko might be depressed, but he was not yet dead...

By then Kurama preferred to pay for company, or seduce outsiders into his bed than allow Yomi the chance to release his lustful impulses.

Such thought caused a sudden pain inside Yomi's chest, which was extended to the limp volume in between his legs. It was a hollow, longing pain - he had been so miserably dumped, it hurt.

"He didn't told me. You better go, Yomi. He said he wants you there now!"

Yomi preferred not to argue. It was better to go straight to Kurama, and see for himself what the youko wanted.

He crossed the distance thoughtfully, keeping his eyes low. He had no need of them to guide himself - He virtually knew the way by heart. It was a shame Kurama sent out for him so seldom... If he could, Yomi would become part of Kurama's daily life, without complaints. He would be like a pet, an object, an utensil... He would be like a servant, only if he were given the chance to share his gorgeous, fair presence. But Kurama never even conceded him this humble gift...

He had already lost his will to try, to fight for his passion, and resigned himself to his locked, silent suffering.

The feelings he shared for Kurama were still alive in his chest, vibrating in his bloodstream. Someday things would change - Yomi had blind faith in it.

He breathed deeply when he entered Kurama's den. He kept his eyes low as he walked forward.

"Kurama. What is it that you want?"

Yomi heard the soft rustle of silk brushing flesh. Then his nostrils were filled with the scent of the youko's musk. The fox's intense, erotic perfume packed the dim-lit cave.

"I only wanted to see you, Yomi."

The youko's voice was warm, inviting. There was no anger or reproach on Kurama's tone of voice then. Yomi gulped, realizing he was getting nervous with the other demon's sensual presence. He was not prepared psychologically for a friendly reception. Yomi had expected anger or indiference, but Kurama's warmth found him bowled over.

The demon with horns slowly focused his eyes on Kurama youko. A flash of tingling pleasure seemed to stab deeply in him when he beheld the silvery fox-demon.

Kurama reposed lazily in his wide bed, displaying a sexy pose. He laid on his side, supporting his weight on an elbow. He tilted his head and his hair cascaded freely all along his back and shoulders, framing his almost feminine features with charm. The youko's left hand wandered lazily around his own chest; Kurama stroked himself, touching his breast and nipples heedlessly. He wore a silk kimono, decorated with patterns of black and silver, and the front was kept open, revealing his chest, the perfect muscles of his abdomen, the thin patch of silvery fur on his lower parts, his gorgeous thighs, his big, tumescent sex...

Yomi was breathless for some instants. He still tried to resist, but there was no way to deny the desire which stiffened his penis. His erection was always immediate whenever he beheld Kurama.

The youkai timidly placed his crossed hands over his lower-abdomen, trying to make the growing bulge in his pants less aparent. He also tried, though in vain, not to stare, in awe, at the succulent pack of meat across the youko's groin.

"I'm here."

"Come closer..." Kurama invited. He gave Yomi a smile then; a smile so sexy it made he band's second in command shudder with pleasure.

Yomi breathed deeper, eager for more air, still trying not seem affected by the youko's arousing beauty. He stepped forward slowly, and Kurama patted the edge of the matress, indicating Yomi to come sit next to him.

"Here. Don't be afraid, I don't bite..." Kurama let out a soft, sensual moaning sound, and his golden eyes twinkled as he completed the sentence. "...much..."

Yomi groaned. He felt his erection start to pulsate. His lenght was hot and tight, and the volume weighed in his groin, like a burden he needed to be released from. His blood rushed in his body, cumulating in his lower abdomen, like a sea of fire and lust...

He sat down where the youko had indicated him. But he dared not cross eyes with Kurama. Tense, Yomi averted his rosy eyes and started to shiver when he sensed Kurama scoot in bed, pulling himself closer to him.

"What do you want from me, Kurama?" Yomi asked again, with a strangled voice. He was truly aroused. Trying to keep himself under control pained him. "Is it the band's affairs? The assault to Ogano-sama's caravan did not work, but tomorrow we're going to..."

A gentle waving of Kurama's hand cut Yomi's words.

"Shush.... I don't wanna talk about the band. I wanna talk about us..."

Yomi grew pale at once. Baffled, he fought to find voice enough to ask back:

"Us? You mean, you and I?"

The youko laughed. Obviously he found Yomi's nervousness truly amusing. He embraced Yomi from behind, and leaned his chin on his shoulder. At the same time, Kurama pulled the youkai's coat off, stripping the piece from him with vigorous pulls and then tossing it aside.

"I've been without a steady partner for very long. I'm fed up of rent-boys, camp-followers, and climbers." The youko made Yomi turn his head to face him, before continuing. "Do you still want me, Yomi?" He asked then, very seriously.

The black-haired demon could not believe his ears. He turned, shifting position to stare at the youko. Yomi's mouth gaped, and his shock was so intense he felt as if his demon-heart had stopped.

"What?"

"Do you still find me atractive like you did before?"

So many thoughts passed by Yomi's mind then. A blend of emotions invaded his blood, making his body quiver. What had happened? Was it Kurama had finally abandoned his lamentations and bitterness and decided to go on? And what had changed inside him? He had heard over and over, from Kurama himself, he felt nothing for him. Kurama had even said he counted on Kuronue to make him aroused when the three of them were in bed, because he found Yomi devoid of appeal...

Things had changed then? Finally? Thanks all the Gods!

Yomi assented vigorously. He had no need to think, he just needed to be guided by his heart, his passion. His lips became so dry, they hurt, and he felt a lump of nervous energy blocking his throat. He had no audible voice then, but he groaned in assentment.

Kurama's smile shone with all radiance and delight. His golden eyes glinted with antecipation. He cuddled against Yomi, and they remained embraced, cheek to cheek, for a long and silent moment. Their emotion grew. Yomi closed his eyes, surrending to lust and sensation. He abandoned himself in Kurama's arms, expecting to be made his lover, deeply, wholly...

The youko slipped his tongue playfully in Yomi's long ear. Then he sighed out, blowing his warm breath all over the aroused youkai.

"I want you, Yomi..."

The youkai imagined he could cry at this moment. His happiness was so intense, he fell like dying, falling down an endless pit of love and ultimate contentment..

He groaned, while he imagined himself undeserving of such grace... He had finally accomplished Kurama's affection, it seemed, but was he worth it? What had made Kurama change his mind? What was happening? His rational mind tried to interfere in his passion, drawing limits and questionings, impairing his dream come true.

"Why? I disappointed you, Kurama... All I wanted was to be the best second-officer I could, but I let you down... Why do you want me?"

The youko stroked Yomi's head, making his fingers play with his silk black hair.

"You are attractive. I have never denied this. I guess I learned to appreciate your efforts after some time." Kurama stopped, and kissed Yomi's face, tracing caresses with his tongue over his cheek, down his nose, nibbling at his chin... Yomi was so much aroused he panted. "Your actions are not going as planned, but I know it is not your fault."

Yomi nodded his head and groaned more. He was floating on a warm pool of sensation...

Kurama tugged at Yomi's collar, finding space to worm his tongue along his neck. He kissed Yomi's neck then, pressing his fangs softly against his skin and sucking, marking him as his lover.

"There is a rat in the band. He is undermining all actions and missions you plan, and sending our people straight to traps and ambushes."

Yomi moaned, hardly understanding Kurama's words. He had to make a true effort to be back to reality and grasp what the youko was saying. A surge of lust filled his body, and he could just mumble Kurama's name, in an entranced instant of adoration.

Kurama slipped his tongue up, following Yomi's throat. He nibbled at his adam's apple and grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling his horned head backwards. Yomi growled, but his pleased sounds were muffled by a kiss. Kurama filled Yomi's mouth with a deep, hungry kiss, sticking his tongue in deeply, but very slowly...

Yomi responded with the avid hunger and passion years of celibacy had imposed on him, diving his whole tongue inside Kurama's mouth, willing to be devoured by his intense kiss.

But Kurama parted their kiss without warning, and stared at the other youkai's pale, touched face. The ecstasy made him weak, languid...

"It is someone very close to you. It is someone you trust, someone you would never suspect... You have to find who the saboteur is, before you are the next to perish."

Yomi acquiesced, but in fact he was not in condition to pay attention to Kurama's words. He yielded himself wholly into Kurama's embrace. His back arched in a tense curve of arousal when Kurama yanked his shirt off, and hurled it to the floor.

"I suspect this rat wants revenge from something or someone. I imagine he wants to destroy the band and finish you..."

The youko kissed Yomi's lips again. He filled Yomi's mouth with his tongue and his taste, pushing the wet kiss deeper, rolling his tongue slowly inside, and sensing  the vibration of Yomi's muffled groans fill his own mouth...

Yomi trembled. His fingers clasped the sheets, as he struggled for air... Kurama's kiss was always so deep, so inebriant... It was like a flow of fire, an outburst of ecstasy, an unending tide of warmth... The horned youkai was breathless with passion. He could not think - he could only feel and be filled with thee youko's arousing tongue and his passionate energy.

"No... I'm gonna take care... Oh.. Kurama..."

The youko chuckled as they parted their kiss.

"Yes, Yomi... Keep your eyes wide open... These beautiful eyes of yours..."

The youko caressed Yomi's face, gently brushing his fingertips over his rosy eyes. Kurama laughed more. Yomi smiled too, happy his chief at last felt so at ease, and so content being in his company. All he ever wanted was to make Kurama happy.

"Chief... I... I adore you..."

Kurama chuckled yet. His smiling lips brushed Yomi's, and he blew soft words in his mouth, speaking to him and at the same time pressing his mouth against Yomi's for another gentle kiss. Their embrace became as close and hot as possible.

"This is gonna be a night you won't forget... For the rest of your life..."

Yomi moaned around the kiss. He shuddered, and his body's response was to make his erection and his hard nipples burn with arousal. The excitment left him weak, totally submissive to his master's desire. He dropped in Kurama's embrace, pliant to love.

Kurama pulled Yomi up along the bed, laying him across the mattress. Yomi parted his knees and bucked his hips forward as his arms reached out for the youko. He wanted his chief... He only wanted to be made the happiest youkai there could ever be, by the demon he loved with all his might.

Kurama was his life...

"Yes... I want you so bad..."

Kurama's long fingernails attacked the front of Yomi's trousers. Kurama struggled with his belt and his fly, pulling the piece down the youkai's hips, forcibly.

Yomi gasped. His breath was so hard he seemed locked in a kind of agony. His chest raised and fell as he groaned, and his cheeks flushed. His closed eyelids fluttered, and his lips quivered as he repeated Kurama's name, over and over, like a chanted prayer.

The sound of his boots hitting the floor was heard. Then Kurama finished stripping off his trousers, and bent over Yomi with a mischievous, and extremely arousing smile.

Yomi's erection pointed out and up, and both demons stared at it. Yomi was a little shy to be confronted so bluntly with the evidence of his own arousal. Kurama smiled and licked his lips. Then he winked one golden eye at Yomi.

"Hmmm... Big and juicy... The way I like it..."

Yomi moaned, with his face tensed in an expression of pure lust. His shaft oozed pre-cum and twitched, and his balls were tense with the passionate energy growing in them. He was in a trance. He was marvelled, mesmerized to see Kurama undress his kimono and lean over him, staring amorously at his erected penis, with parted lips and a hungry expression.

"I dreamed so much about it, Kurama... I want it so much..."

The youko moved in between Yomi's thighs. Face to face with his horned partner,  Kurama closed his arms around Yomi, and wriggled his body, making their erections rub...

Yomi felt he could die... It was too good!

"Yes... Take me Kurama... I'm yours... Do what you want to me..."

The youko reposed quietly on top of Yomi's body. He crossed his arms on Yomi's chest and supported his chin on one fist, observing his partner with a very amused look.

"You're funny, Yomi... Can I really do to you whatever I want?"

Yomi smiled. He assented with energy.

"Yes! Anything!"

"Are you sure? You are not going to complain after it's done, are you?"

"Never!"

Again, Kurama moved his hips up, down and around, pressing his body against Yomi's. Their erections pulsated together with lust.

"What if I want to make you suffer? What if I make you feel pain?"

Yomi tried to kiss Kurama, but the youko pulled himself a little away, escaping the kiss. He stared at Yomi then, firmly, demanding an answer.

"I love whatever you do to me, Kurama. I'm yours..." Yomi smiled then. His rosy eyes were wet with tears of happiness. "I am the happiest demon there is. If I died now, I would die happy..."

Kurama laughed out loudly, almost scandalously. His laughter was so intense it was almost a roar. His whole body was shaken by its intensity.

Yomi just gazed at his youko, his adored idol, glad to see him so alive, so joyful. He reached out to stroke the youko's silvery hair, happy to be in his company after so long.

"Good! It's good to know you're so happy, but please, don't die on me now! Save it for tomorrow!"

Kurama was laughing yet, but Yomi took the initiative. He squeezed the youko in his arms with all his strenght and affection, and pushed his silvery head down gently, so their lips would meet. He was too excited... Their groins were sticky and wet with their pre-cum... They could hardly stand the heat longer...

"Kill me, Kurama... Kill me of so much pleasure.. Kill me with ecstasy! I'm yours!"

The youko, still chuckling, let Yomi draw him closer for a kiss. Their lips met again, and they merged completely in their passion, rolling their tongues in slow but intense circles and sways in their gasping, drooling mouths...

"Ah... I love you..." Yomi whispered, overwhelmed by the pleasure of holding Kurama close to him. "Make me your lover... Make love to me, my youko..."

Kurama agreed, nodding. He could not refuse anything to Yomi's sultry demand. He wiggled, rubbing his lap harder against Yomi's. They werer so wet with the fluid that flowed from their erections that their cocks felt like wrapped together with a warm, thin velvet, which multiplied every sensation.

"Show yourself to me. Show me your hole, wink it to me, invite me in..." The youko murmured sexily in Yomi's ear, before parting their embrace and pulling himself backwards a little, enough to get a full view of Yomi's parted behind. "You've got a beautiful ass, Yomi..."

The horned demon smiled. He became red in the face, not from shame though. How could he? He had no secrets for Kurama... That demon had long ago unveiled all his fantasies, explored every little crevice of his body, stretched his ass to its limit... Yomi bore no shame anymore. With Kurama, Yomi was mere hunger and lust. He was just a slave of his deepest, more perverted desires.

"Yes, chief... Here...  It is all for you..."

Yomi parted his thighs wide; the wider he could. His right hand squeezed his balls, and his left hand closed around his erection, pushing it aside, pressing it tight on his own abdomen. It twitched, and flooded his pubic hair with the the clear fluid that oozed slowly from the cute, tiny opening, while he slowly rubbed his fingers up and down along his cock.

He lifted his knees and his hips, showing the core of his parted butt to the youko. Then  he did what he was told to, making his pucker of flesh pulsate, inviting the youko to fill it up.

"Fuck my ass, boss..."

A hard slap on Yomi's thigh was heard, demanding silence. The youkai cried with pain, but he smiled, satisfied with the blow.

Kurama bent over Yomi. His golden eyes glinted when his intense stare met Yomi's entranced, abandoned gaze. Yomi was giving the whole of him, offering himseld in full, like a sacrifice. His asshole was beautiful, rosy, tight, perfect... Despite Kurama's attempts, despite all the abuse and the extreme play, Yomi's hole was still cute and small. His buttocks were so perfect... Yomi seemed to have been born to be fucked - the harder the better.

Kurama's lips showed a derisive smirk, but Yomi did not notice it.

"I'm gonna give you the fuck of your lifetime. Are you ready?"

Yomi's response was to reach out for Kurama, extending needy, clasping hands to the youko, begging him to make them one.

Kurama moved closer, leaning on Yomi's chest, and at the same time reaching down, sensing with the firm touch of his fingers, the way up around Yomi's thigh and buttock till his asshole. He kissed one of Yomi's nipples, pressing lips and teeth around the tender, sensitive nub of flesh, and at the same time pushed his middle finger inside Yomi's ass.

It was a forceful, rude penetration. Yomi groaned and squirmed, but Kurama sucked harder at his nipple lapping his tongue in wide circles around the erect tip, and the sensation made the youkai quieten. His loud groans became soft, arrested moans of ecstasy, as Kurama plunged his finger deeper inside his hole, reaching in, preparing him, widening the tense ring, with harsh, fast strokes.

Yomi gave out a small cry again, when Kurama added another finger to the play. Again, he felt a litle tearing pain, but it was soon replaced by pleasure. Yomi abandoned himself. loving the touch, loving the contact of those fingers against the tense lump inside his anus that was estimulated everytime Kurama rubbed his fingers in and out. He felt the tight walls of his orifice yield to the touch, accepting the play, and he became too eager, too aroused... He needed to be screwed up at that very moment, because he was almost coming...

Yomi had to tighten his fingers around his own cock not to allow the climatic gush of his semen to be pushed forth.

Kurama moved his lips up Yomi's chest, trailing a wet caress along his neck, around his chin, then placing a wild kiss on his moaning lips. At the same time, he made his fingers find the small gland of pleasure inside his anus and stroke it harder, with one deep, firm thrust.

Yomi felt a spasm of lust, and he parted the kiss, unable to breathe, unable to kiss back, unable even to moan aloud. He gasped, out of breath, and he felt the ecstatic sensation explode inside him.

"Ah! Oh... Ahnnn... Kurama.. .Please... I'm almost...almost..."

The youko smiled. He remained still for a long instant, waiting for Yomi to calm down.

"It's been so long since I last made love to you..."

Yomi moaned something that looked like "Yes..."

"Did you miss me?"

Yomi assented. He panted. Only Kurama could do it to him - arrest him to a torturing but extremely pleasurable state of near-orgasm before piling more and mre arousal and pleasure on his senses, continuously. Kurama excited him more and more, bringing himto the verge of orgasm and then pushing him back, over and over, till he felt like he was dying and finally let it all flow, in one single, potent, extraordinary climax...

He needed to take a deep breath in before answering the youko.

"Every day... I missed you every hour of the day, every minute, every second... All I want is to be with you, Kurama..."

The fox demon murmured sexily in Yomi's mouth, like a kiss of breath.

"Did you miss my big cock up your ass?"

"Yeah... I can't live without it Kurama..."

The youko laughed again. He said nothing else though. He merely held his own shaft firmly, aiming his erection for a steady, deep penetration, nudging it gently against Yomi's ass.

The demon with horns panted. He parted his knees wider, wriggled his body, lifted his rear a little more, and used his arms to help support his own body as he rested his knees on each side of his chest, open wide to the youko's invasion.

Kurama thrusted his body forth. The head of his penis slipped in, breaking the tight resistence, slipping inside Yomi in one harsh plunge.

Yomi cried out, in ecstasy. It was true bliss! His arms closed around Kurama's shoulders, and he pulled the youko to him, squeezing his asshole around that huge cock, to make it tighter and tastier yet for both of them. It was so tight, so good, Kurama groaned, and he had to struggle, to use his physical strenght to push his cock in deeper.

Yomi cuddled the tighter he could to Kurama. He smelled the silky strands of silvery hair that cascaded upon him, and concealed his face on Kurama's chest, listening to his hard breathing, sensing the vibration of his demon heart. The youko started to push his cock in deeper, moving in and out, slowly at first, to tear more way in, to fill him deeper, and Yomi moaned, kissing the youko's pale shoulders and his tense arms, slipping his tongue along the lines of muscle shown as Kurama supported his weight on the mattress and used all his muscle to push further into his deliciously hurt hole...

The friction... The heat... The smell of musk... The guttural roar of Kurama's panting as he attacked his asshole with fierce thrusts, penetrating him, cramming him with his huge cock... It was the largest cock Yomi had ever seen... Kurama had been the first youkai Yomi allowed on top of him. Sensing that packing bulge forced into his entrails is that Yomi found joy he never imagined possible.

They squeezed together in a savage clinch. Yomi's erection pulsated madly in between their bodies, being rubbed and milked everytime the youko swayed his hips back and forth, fucking Yomi harder and faster. Kurama rammed his cock into Yomi's entrance with all his energy, forcing way in till he could slap his balls against his parted buttocks, in the deepest penetration. Yomi shivered. His whole body tingled. A throbbing pressure grew inside his abdomen, as Kurama shoved his cock in faster and harder. He could feel the youko's fluids oozing into his asshole, squelching out through his stretched anus and flowing like a caress down along his crevice... It helped lubricating the fuck, it helped Kurama reach inside him smoother and faster...

A continuous clear trickle of pre-cum oozed from Yomi's cock, making their embrace slippery and tasty. It was as if they were flowing together, and Kurama felt so big inside his packed ass, Yomi imagined he could burst out of sheer ecstasy.

"Ahnnn... Kurama... Fuck... Oh..."

Kurama kissed Yomi again, fiercerly, to make him shut up. He forced his tongue with energy into the youkai's mouth, pushing it deep into his throat, almost making Yomi choke.

"Squeeze your hole tighter to me, Yomi. I'm almost coming... Oh..."

Yomi clenched his butt, tensed his thighs, and held his breath. Tight, tense, his asshole became so tight and contracted that the penetration started to pain him. Yet, Yomi did not release the clinch around Kurama's huge prick. He loved the pain... He loved to feel his ass crammed so crudely, so harshly as to make him cry out of pain and the most overwhelming lust...

Kurama elicited louder, more passionate moans from Yomi with every move back and fro from his powerful hips. The youkai was lost to a trance of lust, so intense it almost made him cry and shed happy tears when he felt his invaded ass flooded with a powerful torrent of semen.

Yomi could not hold it. Kurama kissed his lips, jerking his body, shoving his hot, wet erection still into him. Kurama was still hard... He was even bigger... The girth which stretched his asshole remained there, firm and hot, stuck deep inside him...

When his mouth was filled with another kiss, Yomi could not hold it. Overwhelmed by happiness and love, he came, letting it all flow in between their embracing bodies, panting, shivering, weak with the sudden lust. It felt like dying and being reborn... It felt like being thrown into Paradise and then rescued back, in a journey that lasted a mere instant, but was worthwhile to be experienced again and again.

He felt the hard volume pushed inside his body twitch and gush out the last dribbles of cream. It all flowed within him and out, down his ass, along his butt crevice, blotching the sheets in between his legs...

Yomi stroked Kurama's hair. They remained like that, locked in that tight embrace for a long while. Yomi smiled, still impaled by Kurama's hard cock. He knew the way youko was - Kurama could make love time and time again without even pulling it out...

He breathed deeply and waited. He could feel his own sex start to wake from its drained, flimsy state and harden up again.

"Do you still miss him, Kurama?"

The youko stared at Yomi, with a very serious expression.

"Who?"

"Kuronue..."

The youko said nothing. He pulled out of Yomi, who groaned, with the sliding feel as Kurama's wet member left his sensitized anus. He looked up at Kurama, with a tender invitation in the corner of his rosy eyes. He wanted more.

It is then, out of nothing, vines appeared, hanging form the cave's roof, cascading over Yomi like a multitude of green serpents...

Instead of panicking, Yomi smiled. He knew the drill, and he loved it...

The plants circled his arms and wrists fastening them behind his back. Then the living vines encircled Yomi by his waist and shoulders, lifting him from the mattress enough to turn him over on the bed. The youkai was held in position by the plants which tightened their knots and turns around his limbs. Now, his ankles were fastened and pulled wide apart as he stood on his all fours before Kurama.

"I don't wanna talk about it."

Yomi groaned when he felt a particularly thick stem of the plat move up around his parted thigh, oozing a perfumed and sticky sap, creeping way into his crevice...

He groaned when he felt the delicate flipping touch of a plant's cold tendril flick at his semen-packed entrance. He chuckled; It tickled and aroused him at the same time. The plant was spilling its sap all over his crevice, leaving it more slippery yet. Yomi knew why - The youko wanted to start the real hardcoore games.

He roared with ecstasy when he felt Kurama crawl on top of his body, and mount him. The plant let way to the youko's big cock, which was forced again into his ass, in one single, powerful thrust.

It hurt! Ouch! So deep! So sudden! So fierce! Yomi loved the feel of having his ass abused that way...

Kurama held Yomi firmly, pinning him down on the bed. One hand took him by his flowing black hair, the other tugged at the vines which fastened his arms. The youko commanded Yomi into position, as if guiding him by reins.

Yomi was too aroused, but he was also curious.. He demanded an answer. He needed to know it to soothe his own heart. So, before Kurama started to move inside his body, rocking him to climax again, Yomi gave the youko a fleeting glimpse, while asking him, with a murmur.

"Do you still love Kuronue?"

Kurama stopped. He yanked at Yomi's hair, making the youkai cry.

"I will never forget him." Kurama returned.

"And I? What do you feel for me?"

"You'll get to know soon. Very soon..."
 

Hikaru was pale from shock. He would have never imagined Kurama could be so twisted and cruel.

"Monstruous! He played with you like a kitten plays with its food!"

Gandara's King hanged his horned head low. He gave Hikaru no answer. His only response was to reach out for the youko's hand and squeeze it gently with his cold fingers, as if asking for support, for understanding...

"How could I suspect he was the rat? I loved Kurama. I could not expect his wicked design."

"You did nothing to deserve being treated to perversely. Kurama is indeed evil. I regret not being powerful enough to wipe him off this world... If I could..."

Hikaru was cut then, when he noticed Yomi reaching inside his kimono's sleeve. He ran his fingertips up along the youko's forearm with a caress that was soft like a flower flowing along his skin...

The grey youko quivered with the unexpected stimulation. His black tufted ears twitched, and he lowered his head also, concealing his flushing cheeks.

"I was so stupid... Kurama kept on giving me hints and signs all the while... I was blinded, long before I had my eyes slashed. Kurama showed it all to me, but I insisted on keeping the veils of illusion. I was the one who refused to see the truth behind his mask..."

Yomi left his sake cup on the floor next to him, and leaned forward to circle Hikaru with his arms.

"The fact you did not grasp his forewarnings does not make a stupid out of you. It just indicates how good-hearted and naive you were."

Yomi agreed. To recall the way Kurama acted during that night was one of the recollections that caused him th edeepest pain.

"I felt so happy... We shared such perfect noments... Kurama and I had spend the rest of the day and most of the evening making love, crazily, fervently. Kurama was tireless. It seemed he wanted to redeem himself for the lack of consideration he had had for me since Kuronue died." Yomi breathed deeply but calmly. He rested his chin on Hikaru's head, and smiled when he noticed the perfume of moistened earth flowing from the sheeny grey hair of that graceful youko.

"What happened then, Yomi?"

Yomi smiled, surprised. He could be mistaken, but it seemed the first time Hikaru adressed him without adding the inevitable "sama" or even his title of "King" along his name. It meant they were closer by then, yes?

He dared to brush his lips on the youko's fresh hair, in a timid kiss, before keeping on his narrative.

We slept together, embraced, as one. But when I woke up, I found Kurama had left me alone." Yomi sighed. The sorrow which enveloped his presence then was so strong it was almost tangible. "I never saw Kurama again. I left the bed and hurried to join the band. We had a castle to attack, and I wanted it to run smoothly and by the numbers. I needed a victory. I wanted to come back victorious, loaded with treasure. I was sure this way Kurama would love me even more."

Yomi silenced then. He slid his cheek on Hikaru's hair, pleased to feel its seductive smootheness.

"I was framed. It was then I was attacked. I never had the chance to return to Kurama... I never made love to him again..."

Hikaru felt the pain growing inside Yomi reverberate in his own chest. Poor youkai...

"You loved Kurama deeply..."

Yomi acquiesced. He hissed out a murmur in response.

"I did. But not anymore. Now I love... Another youko..."

Hikaru trembled on hearing those words. The King's hands on his back were soft and soothing. Yomi stroked him gently, always keeping him close against his bosom.

The grey youko looked up. His blue eyes glinted; there was a tiny teardrop locked in the very corner of his eyes as he stared at Yomi's handsome face.

"Any youko from the Makai would feel honored and happy to be loved by you..."

"Yes?" Yomi questioned, bearing a trustful, contented smile.

Hikaru rested his face on the King''s chest. The youkai's robe was loose enough in the front to allow his cheek to rest on his silky, tepid naked skin. The perfume arising from his manly body was ecstasiating... A rumbling energy made Hikaru's thighs quiver, and he felt his sex start to twitch and pulsate across his groin...

"Yes..." Hikaru reassured Yomi, with a low, husky murmur. Then he rubbed his hair and his furry ears on Yomi's naked chest.
 
 

To be Continued...