Hikaru assented. It was indeed one difficult type of demon to find; one who carried actual personal value instead of  mere physical strenght and power.

"And Youko Kurama?"

"Kurama? At that time that youko would sell his own mother if it brought him any type of advantage. I remember there were rumors spread around that he had sold members of his own demon race to slave traders..."

Hikaru's eyes narrrowed. But he ruefully needed to agree.

"I have heard the same story myself. He is believed to have traded blue-eyed and golden-eyed youko equally."

"If both of us have heard the same rumors then it must be truth somehow."

"Every rumor brings some underlying truth in them, Yomi Sama... You mean Kuronue was not such type of villain?"

Yomi smiled. Recalling his old friend filled him with a missing feeling, but also with the echo of contentment for the few but very good moments they had shared.

"I felt at ease in Kuronue's presence. Even though his voice was strong, he had a sweet way of speaking which made him seem harmless. It was an impression, though. He was deep and mysterious, even apparently easy to please; he would show a smile at everyone he met. There was a strong determination and great energy under his kind manners." Yomi's smile brightened up more. His voice softened into a loving, respectful tone as he continued. "Kuronue was the kind of youkai who would always be, no pun intended, the first to come and the last to pull out."

"It makes him a valorous individual. He must have been extremely important in Kurama's group."

"He was unreplaceable." Yomi breathed deeply. He swung the half-empty cup in his fingers, stirring the clear beverage, as his closed eyes stared down at it. To think about Kuronue still made him sad. "After that first interview I had with Kurama,  he spent the rest of the night talking to me. He taught me some secret passages, told me about the group's laws and honor codes, and we chatted a lot about past missions and future plans. Then he guided me to one rustic but steady stone fortification on the east side of the ward. That was supposed to be my post. Even being a newcomer, Kurama was sparing me some deference for already having been in command."

"It means you had certain privileges then..."

"Enough not to cause me dissatisfaction. Kurama kept every one in a careful balance between forced subordination and mutiny. We were always walking on a high wire in relation to Youko Kurama." Yomi reached out for the bottle. It was interesting but he had already got to the stage in which the more he drank, the more he felt he needed to drink further... "Kuronue who told me all that. It was then I noticed two things; Kuronue did not appreciate either talking about himself or about Kurama."

"Why?"

"He felt Kurama opressed him somehow. He found himself a little uncomfortable with the silver youko. Maybe it was the reason why he started to be deeply affectionate of me. He used to say I made him feel calm, while Kurama wielded and strained him with his energy and intensity."

Hikaru smiled very softy.

"Does it mean you loved Kurama, Kurama loved Kuronue and Kuronue started to be fond of you?"

"Yes."

"And how did you manage to disentangle this love triangle?"

Yomi offered the youko a quiet, misterious little smile.

"My story is also a long one... You shall see..."
 

Guided by Kuronue's indications, after five days had passed he became already familiarized with that group's routine. It was said soon Yomi and his band would actualy join the rest in a first mission. Yomi did know any details apart the fact he would be leading a squad. Then that was the reason why he had been called by Kurama Youko for a particular meeting.

Yomi would have searched for Kuronue and ask for advice. The prospective of a face to face meeting with Kurama left him trembling... But the horned youkai already knew there was zero possibility of finding that winged youkai anywhere around during daytime - Kuronue only came out at night.

Kurama had invited Yomi to share the midday meal with him. Therefore it was fat chance Kuronue could be present.

Yomi was was nervous. He would not reveal it to anyone, not even to Kuronue, but fact is  the idea of being alone with Kurama not only fascinated, but also frightened him. He had heard many cruel stories, and he had seen, and experienecd in his own flesh, by that humilliating presentation before the band, about the harsh manner the fox commanded his troops. Yomi was very tense and anxious trying to imagine what Kurama would say, and moreover if he would put him under any other type of  test...

Not that he would dislike being tested again... In fact Yomi was eager for it. He had carefully dressed at his best, and was wearing new, very shiny boots. His shoulder-lenght hair was shiny and perfumed, and he could not hide a smile of joyful expectation as he waited for the moment of their more personal encounter.

Restless, Yomi was already roaming the entrance of Kurama's cave long before the scheduled time, waiting anxiously to be summoned inside.

One of the younger thieves, who sometimes worked as a valet to Kurama, called for Yomi when he was already smashing the rock walls with impatience.

The youkai stormed into the cave's corridors at once, with no delay, guiding himself by a small map Kuronue had scribbled him till he managed to memorize all the intricate succession of galleries and passages. But he felt he had already kept the way to Kurama's den in his memory with precision. He hurried, truly excited, and when he found the right entrance, he stopped for a moment to take a deep breath. He needed to relax at least a little bit...

But his blood rushed faster and stronger when his eyes met Kurama.

The fox demon was reclined on a long cushioned seat, made of a series of pillows, cushions and quilts piled togethert, almost like a bed. The white clothes he wore werer light and gauzy, and revealed the perfect, slender but muscular outline of his body. Kurama kept outstreched legs, and seemed pretty much relaxed. His tail bumped the side of his thigh, in a very slow rhythm.

That tail must be so soft.... Yomi pictured himself holding that piece of fluffy fur and caressing his chest, his belly, the inner part of his thighs, and his sex with that silky appendage...

Yomi stayed there, just observing Kurama in a semi-dreamy state. The fox held lots of  little round gems in the cupped palm of one hand. With the other he calmly picked the gems one by one, examining them, admiring each under the light of an oil  lamp which hanged from the cave's roof. He stayed like that for a long time, silent, reserved, merely examining those little jewels.

The youko kept one small decorated box open on his lap. Kurama breathed in, so deeply that Yomi could hear it from where he stood. The fox's ears twitched in the top of his beautiful silvery head as he carefully made all the gems slip from his hand into it.

The clear tinkling was the only audible sound then, till Kurama spoke, apparently bored.

"Tell me, Yomi... How do you like our small outlaw army till now?"

Yomi smiled. He could barely believe that dream of silvery beauty he had met that night not only had come true, but was there, talking to hiim...

"Everything is perfect, Kurama. My troops are already organized and everyone is well installed."

Kurama reserved the chest away, at a low table on the other side of the cushioned mattress. Then the fox raised his golden eyes. Under the yellowish tone of the lamp, his eyes seemed filled with dancing flames.

"I do not allow you such intimacy; you must call me chief. I am your superior after all."

Yomi did not hesitate. He did not want to given demerits because of details.

"Sure, chief."

Kurama sat up then. His legs slid down the side of the cushions, and his feet touched the ground with a soft cat-like sensuality. Kurama called Yomi closer then, with one small tilt of his head.

Yomi bit his lips not to allow showing a smile as he stepped forward, slow but expectantly. He advanced one, two, three, four steps and continued, till he was right before Kurama.

"Sit down."

The youkai looked around, a little puzzled.

"Where?"

"Not on my lap; At least not yet." Kurama spoke, with a mixture of annoyance and sensuality. Then he pointed the empty space on the ground between his parted knees. "Sit on the floor; that's adequate for your low rank."

 Yomi obbeyed promltly, accomodating himself before Kurama, calm and disciplined like a trained puppy.

"You are going to command one squad in our mission tomorrow. I wanna check how well you can lead a group of thieves. You are leading some of my guys, not your own people. You are going to command a tough group."

"Is it another test?"

"Humm... You can say so..." Kurama bent one knee, resting his right feet on the cushion, keeping his lap and his parted thighs right before Yomi's view. "I won't be going, but Kuronue will be there. So you must respond to his orders. I ordered him to pay close attention to you, and help in case you get into trouble."

"Where are we going then?"

Kurama smiled. Then his smile turned into a mocking laugh. He reached out to touch Yomi, patting his head, in a nasty play.

"Wow, horny-boy is in a hurry to know the details..." His face changed then, from irony to anger in a split secont. "I don't trust you enough to let you know any details in advance. You have a long way till you've proven reliable to me."

Yomi agreed, slowly nodding his head. He could understand that perfectly. His pink eyes looked at Kurama, and for his surprise, he noticed the fox's hand was still on his head. The youko rubbed his fingers on the tip of one of Yomi's horns, and then brought his hand down along his hair, in a careless stroke. He placed one hand around the other demon's neck and tightened the grasp. Not enough to hurt, but enough to startle Yomi.

 "There's one thing I noticed, Yomi; I saw Kuronue likes you."

Yomi did not even think before answering; he was so eager to please and to respond to Kurama that he forgot his sense.

"Yes, chief, I like Kuronue too. We have been talking a lot these days and I..."

Yomi was not sure, but it seemed he heard Kurama growl... His golden eyes narrowed with anger, and yet he remaiend quiet and calm, still controlling his ire. The youko's face changed into a grimace, as he expressed his disgust openly.

"Kuronue is my mate. I don't enjoy you standing so close to him.

"Close?"

"Be warned - The price of angering me is heavy!"

Yomi trembled. He swalllowed hard with the tension and threat, but still managed to appear unaffected. He bowed his head respectfully, assuring Kurama he had very real intentions of following his order.

He sighed out, relieved, when those long, cold fingers slipped from around his neck...
 
The two demons remained in silence, exchanging glances for a long while. Kurama's eyes observed the horned demon very carefully.

"Kuronue and I have been mates for a long time. We share a very open relationship, but I  must confess I am deadly jealous." The golden eyes glinted in a veiled threat. "I like to think Kuronue is fully satisfied with me not to go around seeking other lovers."

"And you? Do you have other lovers?"

The youko acquiesced, snapping his beautiful head in a vigorous affirmation.

"Whenever it pleases me. I am a youko. I am used to having a very intensive sexual activity. And unfortunately my sleeping hours and Kuronue's don't match."

Yomi furrowed his eyebows, inquisitively, prompting Kurama to a patient explanation.

"Kuronue must sleep during the day. It is his nature; He's a rare type of nocturnal flying demon. On my part, I stay awake all day. It is good for the band, as there is always one leader available to attend, but it's bad to our sex-life." The youko stopped talking them, feeling he had already said too much. He smiled to Yomi again, trying to seem inviting and kind, but no matter how much he tried, that slight curve on his lips still displayed irony...

But Yomi could only notice the charm Kurama evoked around him. The demon was too fascionated by the fox's beauty, his sweet, rich scent, and the seductive tone of his voice to be aware of whatever laid beyond Kurama's attitude.

"I invited you for a meal. Are you hungry enough now?"

Kurama's hand moved down Yomi's shoulder. His fingers drew a caressing line till his left nipple. Startled, Yomi enjoyed the pleasing sensation when Kurama stroked the very tip of his nipple over the light grey tunic he was wearing.

"Tell me, Yomi... Am I mistaken, or you are interested on me?"

That youko's voice was like velvet. Deep, smooth, enveloping, warm... Yomi could not even answer. He closed his eyes slowly, enjoying the feel when Kurama slipped his hand into his tunic, and expertly sought the pricking, hard nipple...

"Yes... Yeah, I think so..."

"Good... Then I won't really be forcing you to anything. No one pulls rank here!" The youko let out an amused laugh. "No one but me, that's what I mean!"

The youko pinched the tip of Yomi's nipple very hard between his thumb and index finger. He squeezed fingers together. Yomi let out a pleased moan, arching his back, shuddering in an uncontrolable response. Kurama snickered, and twisted the soft, sensitive nub of flesh. Yomi gave out a genuine, frightened scream of pain then.

He fixed wide, bewildered eyes on Kurama. The fox demon still smiled. He moved one leg down Yomi's side, caressing him, as he shifted position in the cushioned bed. That way Yomi faced exactly the huge, still relaxed volume between his legs.

He made Yomi rest his shoulder on the inner side of his right thigh, and caressed his belly with the tip of one bare foot.

"Do you want me to stop it?"

Yomi breathed in deeply. Kurama still kept his hand on his chest, right over his pounding demon heart. The touch of those fingers was now warm and inviting...

"No. Continue, if you wish..."

Kurama smiled. It was a fascinated and yet wicked little smile, as the one on a naughty demon child who had just found a new toy.

"You don't mind feeling a little pain, do you, Yomi?"

Yomi could not stop trembling now that the furor of ecstasy had already started to rush through his body. The sharp tip of a nail scraped his skin, biting his nipple. The youkai groaned, unable to try to conceal his intense pleasure.

"I enjoy whatever you want to do to me, chief Kurama..."

Kurama laughed more, extremely amused by the other demons delightful servilitude. That horned moron was so pathetic, so passive... It was hardly exciting at all. In fact, there was just one kind of play he could fit Yomi in - The bottom line.

"You're an act, Yomi..." Kurama commented, starting to unfold the belt around his waist. He looked down, undoing the knot, when he felt a touch on his tail...

His eyes fixed on Yomi's.

"Can... Can I hold it?" The horned demon asked, a little fearfully.

Kurama nodded, suppressing a truly debauched laughter. That novice's disposition was truly amusing him.

"Ah... You like fur? Go ahead..."

Yomi did not answer. He was truly delighted as he passed the flowing tip of Kurama's tail on his face, caressing his lips, his cheeks and his nose with the feather like contact. He kept his eyes closed, and his parted lips uttered low, soft moans of delight as the long, fluffy fur caressed him...

"Here Yomi... I've got you a better toy." Kurama murmured, in between ironic smiling lips when he opened the front of his white pants and let it fall loose around his hips. He spread his thighs and accomodated himself better, reclining further against the cushions to give better access to Yomi. Then, he caressed himself, suggestively..."Here... Show me that you can do better with your tongue than talking nonsense..."
 
Yomi felt a dazzling rush of happiness reach him when he saw that beautiful, slightly tumescent volume revealed across Kurama's groin. The pleasure he experienced while he bent over Kurama was so intense it hurt...

His fingers caressed the huge flesh instrument with ecstatic reverence. The youkai looked up at Kurama then. Their eyes met and Yomi felt himself floating in a warm, all-enveloping pool of delight and passion. He had yearned for making that part of his chief's body awake into hardness with his mouth and his tongue since the first time he saw him... Yomi was too eager to feel the youko's taste, to savor the consistency of his sex and drink his hot cream...

Yomi's caresses slipped down to Kurama's smooth, soft balls. Yomi tightened them very gently in his hand as he went down on that luscious, huge cock...

Kurama's eyes accompanied Yomi's lips as he drew his mouth up and down his hardening sex, sucking it. Yomi was good at it... He slowly made his tongue stroke all along the middle and then run a deliciously wet slip around his throbbing head of his penis, once, twice, many times, in a fast gyrating ecstasy...

"Yes, Yomi.. Take it all down..."

Yomi smiled around the big shaft which filled his mouth. His happiness was to make his boss happy. The horned youkai sucked and opened his mouth wide enough to let all that huge cock slip down his throat, all the way... Yomi shut his eyes, deligthed with the choke, almost unable to breathe as that hot meat crammed his throat and his mouth up. But it was too good... He pulled back a little and sucked harder, increasing the pressure his lips and sucking applied around that enlarging warm girth...

Yomi noticed Kurama's thighs shivered... Yes... All he wanted was to please Kurama...

"Yes... Make it hard, Yomi... Suck it... Then I'm gonna ram my prick all the way up your ass..."

The demon needed to stop to take a breath. The delight Kurama's words had caused him made a sudden spasm of pleasure run along his hardening penis and his spine. The delight was so intense he was paralized in a fit of extreme excitment. His whole body tingled with the anticipation...

A winking, sharp sensation hit the pulsating area between his butt-cheeks.

Yomi was enthralled with the novelty. He had always been on top. He had never found any demon seductive, vigorous, overwhelming enough that he might enjoy to surrender to. He had never found anyone he would like to be possessed by till Kurama invaded his thoughts and his soul.

That demon was about to tear him up, and invade his rear, filling him to completion....

Unable to control himself longer, Yomi started to shudder, almost coming, incited by his own thoughts and fantasies. His sex was hard, throbbing in a mad, enrapturing agony for release. An explosion of sensations covered his whole body, like a mantle of permanent shivering lust...

He could not wait... No.. He needed it now...

He drew wide sucking caresses right on the top of Kurama's gleaming cock. Then, Yomi pulled himself back for a while, to admire that astounding monument of lust.

It was big, perfect, wet, silky... Yomi enjoyed the sight as powerful veins pulsate along that enormous piece of living hard flesh which pointed out from one graceful silvery furred lower abdomen in a perfect straight, powerful erection...

He hoped he had room enough to take all of that delightful sex inside him...

"Kurama... Chief..." Yomi groaned. His voice had been made weak by the his extreme arousal.

"My recruit... Are you ready and willing to take in your first assignment?" Kurama asked him playfully.

"Yes..."

The horned demon's low, entranced assent was enough to make Kurama grant him his wish. Yomi was grabbed, seized, pulled, laid and pinned down onto the mattress by two strong hands closed around his wrists.

Yomi stared in an devoted bewilderment at the pair of golden eyes the youko aimed at him. Those slanted eyes smiled at him very seductively... He breathed deeper, recognizing the musky scent of that fox demon. He could not help but wonder if it was the scent of every youko, every fox-demon, or just Youko Kurama's. But either way, it was a very good aroma.

When he moved under the youko, his body rubbed the delicious fox-demon's warmth. Yomi felt a strange tickling hitting his thigh, and when he looked down, he gasped; it was the fox's tail, brushing his side as it was waggled.

It was delicious...

Yomi abandoned himself onto that mattress. He relaxed, and his legs parted slowly in a gestured invitation for the youko to take his place in between his spread knees. Pink eyes were locked into golden eyes, a expectant and pleased smile was presented before Kurama's predatory but sensual snicker... A deep sigh was heard, heaved by an entranced Yomi. Kurama chuckled, as he positioned himself onto the other demon, his knees helping to keep Yomi's thighs as spread as he might. The youko's hips forced way to rest right in between Yomi's thighs, and Kurama pulled himself closer yet, rubbing his own naked erection on Yomi's covered parts.

Yomi blinked as he recognized the delicious manner the youko's body fit the space between his legs so appropriately... It was better than anything he had ever tried with any other demon...

A tremor shook Yomi when the youko continued, bucking his sex onto the other his parts with insistence and strength, and yet in a very enticing way. Kurama pushed his warmth onto Yomi, swaying onto the demon's body, little by little, exciting him further.

Yomi had one free hand now. The youko let go of one of his wrists to start stripping his shirt off, also untying his belts and  trousers with very precise movements. Yomi waited, patiently, passively, fascinated by the quick manner those long, slender fingers undid his clothes and stripped them off.

Naked, Yomi pulled his own legs apart and up a bit, and as he did it, he noticed his balls and the sensitive area below be rubbed against the youko's nude, moistened, pulsating manhood. The sensation was so arresting Yomi needed to focus himself and not let go his control at  that moment. He looked down, at his own swelling, urgent erection, palpitating and red hot, resting along his abdomen... A slow ooze of precum dripped from the slit at the tip of his penis, slipping down to his belly... His excitment had reached its summit. Both of them were very erect, very aroused; they needed release as soon as they could get it...

"Ah... Please, Kurama..."

"Shut up, rookie..." Kurama commanded.

The youko pulled himself from Yomi enough to undress his gauzy, light attire, and hurl it aside. Then, always smiling, he returned to the other demon's arms. Both were naked; both were tremendously excited. As their arms closed together, they rubbed naked skin on naked skin, in an overwhelming contact.

Yomi panted. His body was tense and hot in a frenzy of lust, and he wanted more...

The horned demon looked around. He was surrounded by the youko's silvery strands of hair, falling on him like a smooth mantle. Kurama caressed his chest again. The youko stuck his nails into Yomi's breast, almost cutting the skin. The horned demon squirmed, but instead of letting out a moaning sound of pain, it was a cry of ecstasy.

The demons looked at each other then. Yomi was dazzled. He offered the youko shocked, wide pink eyes, while his body reacted strongly. Yomi's chest raised and fell as he panted convulsively, taken by a pleasure he still refused to admit.

"You should let it grow longer; it would look so much better on you..." The youko murmured, reaching out to play with the youkai's neck-length straight black hair.

Yomi's eyes met the intensity of the youko's stare. He was totally arrested by the heat, the energy, the lust which emanated from that demon's body he was kept under. He had never felt so much aroused; Yomi was so horny he didn't care about anything else. He wanted the youko, he cared not about whatever that silvery demon made out of him, as long as he made him come in his arms.

His eyes followed the youko's beautiful hands as he caressed the inner part of his thighs, pulling them gently a bit more apart.

He was going to be fucked... The understanding of such a fact made Yomi even more aroused. His body stirred, quivered, and his own sex grew up, hard and erect, as if to meet the youko's gleaming cock.

Yomi propped on one elbow and brought himself forward a bit, trying to reach the youko's mouth, needing to be kissed. But the youko held him down, while he brought his hand to his own mouth.

Captivated by the breathtaking sensuality of that elegant demon, Yomi watched him lick his own fingers, running his tongue around them in wide, generous slips. The youko licked all over his fingers and his palm, making it very wet, and all the time he still kept an alluring smile at Yomi, observing him with mischievous eyes, filled with evil and sweetness at the same time..

He seemed such a dubious being; maybe it was what made Kurama so appealing...

The smiling youko took his wet, warm hand down towards Yomi's parts. The younger demon could not keep silent when he noticed that damp touch stroking the very core of his crevice, pasting his saliva onto his entrance, leaving him hot and sticky down there.

The youko positioned himself better, bringing Yomi's hips forward till his parted thighs fit perfectly around his waist, and his hand pulled his knees up. Yomi was elated when he perceived the round, big, moistened head of  the youko's erection nudging his orifice. His legs were pulled very apart, and he helped, bringing them up and holding his own knees towards his chest. There was he, offering himself, well spread, wet and wanting to that enticing, elegant Demon.

He shut his eyes and instead of grinding his teeth in pain, he sighed in a long, deep howling sound. It was a sound of sheer pleasure, when he sensed the sharp pain caused when the youko's shaft started entering him. He could feel his own body resisting the invasion. The pressure and the pain increased as his tight orifice fought the shoving back, but that hard friction was what made it more enthralling... The youko insisted, rubbing back and fro to ease the way, then shoved himself in, deeper in, and Yomi could not avoid a loud, amazed cry of joy when he was filled inside in his most sensitive place. His whole body jerked in a sudden convulsion of  a hot, lustful rapture.

He opened his eyes wide, unable to grasp how such a shocking pleasure, so wild, so intense, so overwhelming, could exist.

He gasped while he stared at the youko passionately, observing in exultation the way Kurama dedicated himself to that penetration. His tense, concentrated expression displayed all his pleased effort as he pushed a bit more of himself into Yomi.

"K-Kurama...."

There was so much Yomi wanted to say... He gazed at the other demon, and he breathed in, aware all his senses and muscles and nerves responded only to the enrapturing sensation the penetration caused him. He had much to say... He wanted to say how delicious it felt, how perfectly that erection suited his tight interior, and the intense pleasure he had on being taken, invaded, fucked so bluntly... It was like something he had ever craved for, and yet did not know about...

"Shut up, rookie! Move your butt, not your tongue!"

Yomi gave out a loud moaning sound, when he heard the order. Yes... He felt not exactly pain, but a shock growing inside him when his own interior tugged the deep invasion, fighting the shoving back, trying to push the invading shaft out as the youko forced himself deeper in, eliciting a delicious dispute against pleasure and pain, delight and discomfort inside of him.

The horned demon could not think, he could not say anything, he could do nothing but to rest open-legged against Kurama's lower abdomen, with his butt made sore and hot by the fierce thrusts in and out which followed, and which made his whole body rise and fall as the youko moved up and down inside his slipping passage.

His low, deep masculine voice let out ecstatic moans every time  the youko's shoving erection was pressed deeper inside him. And it was so fast, so intense Yomi didn't have any time to relax as the penetration got faster, more passionate, the thrusts harder, deeper, making his tight orifice more and more receptive, making his joy reach higher and higher, every time the youko drove his hard, immense penis into Yomi, faster, forcibly, feverishly....

It was so much, it was so overwhelming Yomi could not be in control of himself enough not even to let out his moaning cries anymore... His cries were cut before being uttered, his passion made his body so taut and tight he could not even breathe more than short, convulsive little sighs of air...

The youko embraced his waist and clung very tight to him, nuzzling his chest vigorously, kissing his breast as he let out only one deep, ardent sigh.

Yomi noticed the Youko's body seized by a sudden spasm, and then he noticed the wet heat filling him, spreading deep inside his deliciously hurt anus. He wanted more, but when he felt the pressure be pushed out of his tight, packed orifice, slipping out of him in one smooth, fast pull, all the tension which cumulated in his invaded body tumbled down on him. The tension, the pain, the pressure gave way to a raving orgasm, and he heaved a groan of delight when his own erection twitched in a small convulsion, letting his come spurt freely between them, coating their touching abdomens, making their contact warmer and smoother.

He breathed in very deeply, trying to collect himself, but still dazed and thrilled by that lustful happening.

He knew, he knew his life would not be the same after that.

Shivering, still taken by the bliss of the intense climax, Yomi played with the youko's beautiful hair, as Kurama rested his face against the curve of Yomi's neck.

He stared tenderly at the youko's tired face, and wished to kiss him dearly, to fondle him, to excite him into doing it all again.

He smiled, and drew his lips to Kurama's mouth.

He kissed him, and his mouth searched Kurama's very ardently, as he tried to make the youko open his shut lips and accept his kiss and his tongue in. But instead of accepting his caress, the youko turned his face to Yomi, sitting up with one slow, feline move.

The fox demon turned his back to Yomi, and he slipped his tail around his hips to conceal his nudity.

Yomi smiled. Such a beautiful demon... And now that they had shared the most intimate moment, he had confidence his life would be an overwhelming paradise of delight. His dreams had come true. All he wanted since the beginning, since he saw Kurama, still with no name, no identity, bathe in that pond under the moonglow was to be made his, in that very way -  To be fucked, to be possessed, to be ridden, taken, filled, with the most ardent sex he had ever experienced...

"Kurama... Chief... I had not imagined it could be so good..."

The youko snorted. And he did not even care to gaze at Yomi. He had reached for the hem of one of the quilts covering that makeshift bed and started to brush his sex, cleaning himself. Yomi watched, and waited, but Kurama told him nothing in return. Could it be possible he had not enjoyed that arresting love-session?

Abashed, Yomi reached out to touch that flowing cascade of silver hair which fell down Kurama's back. He stroked his head, his back, very slowly, unable to let go of the pleased smile in his lips.

"Don't worry, Kurama. We won't tell Kuronue we're together. He is my friend too, I don't want him to be angry with us for what we have done."

It was enough to mention the winged demon's name and Kurama tensed up. The line of his shoulders tightened, and his ears twitched in a nervous fit.

"I know we must tell him we're together but it has to be at the right moment, so he won't suffer the loss." Yomi sighed out then. "Poor Kuronue... I hope he can overcome the heartache..."

Kurama looked at Yomi over one shoulder. His eyes were evil and intense then. His lips showed a curve of displeasure, and his husky voice snapped with anger.

"Are you insane, Yomi? Is there a problem with your hearing? I told you Kuronue is my mate! This is just an iniciation; I fuck every novice I find atractive." Kurama's fingers danced down his beautiful flowing hair then, very slowly. "You're not bad-looking... I could keep you if I enjoyed you in bed, of course. Kuronue has no exclusivity upon me, as I have upon him."

The contentment which flooded Yomi's face started to fade out. His brow showed a tense furrow, and Yomi's lips froze in nervous expectation. His fingers sensed the cushions as he reached out for his scattered clothes. His cheeks warmed up with shame and aprehension, but he managed still to ask Kurama the question which was torturing him.

"But... Kurama... I thought you wanted me... Didn't you enjoy it?"

The youko sighed out, visibly annoyed.

"You're pathetic. It was even difficult to get it hard..."

Yomi realized Kurama showed a sarcastic little smile in the corner of his lips as he said it. He felt so outraged he could not even breathe.

"You're too easy, Yomi..." The youko continued, with a very soft tone of voice as he played with his own tail. He pointed the other demon the exit, then.

"Get outta here..."
 
 

The silence was long after those last words. Yomi kept a toughtful expression. He brought his face down, so his beautiful black hair fell along it, veiling his countenance for a while.

Hikaru could imagine how much hurt Yomi must have felt.

"Did you enjoy being treated in such fashion?"

The King swayed his horned head very slowly.

"No. Kurama hurt my feelings immensely. I might enjoy some extent of physical abuse and humiliation, but being despised this way was more than I could take."

"Nevertheless, I assume you kept on loving him."

"I decided I should concentrate on the troops and try to show Kurama he had wrong notions about me. I took a course that would show him I could be brave and useful." Yomi smiled. It was a bitter smile though, a little concealed by his black cascading hair, as he still looked down, at his own hands. "I had made my mind at that moment, after all that despise, that I would be the third leader of that group. I also decided then I would be powerful one day; much more powerful than Kurama."

"You managed your intent."

Yomi sighed very softly.

"Yes. I did. Funny thing is that, I had not stopped loving him... I would still be following his orders, tolerating his abuse, and putting up with his scorn, all because I wanted a chance, only one chance to really prove him I was worthy of his attention and love..."

"Maybe you have succeeded someway... Have you thought that perhaps the scorn and despise were Kurama's manner of showing you his love?"

The King raised his head, and Hikaru continued his exposition.

"Dear King Yomi... Would your fixation for Kurama have lasted so long if he had given himself to you completely? Would you still love Youko Kurama if he treated you with affection and justice?"

Yomi's lips showed one small sideways smile. His six ears twitched slightly as Yomi brushed his fingers along his hair, wiping it off his pale face.

"I was someone Kurama could tread on and yet I would still remain there, begging one small chance to show my unchanging love for him..." His closed eyes aimed at Hikaru. "But I was not aware of the fact at that time, and I remember struggling against myself to try to forget Youko Kurama. After all, I was there to learn, to steal and become rich and powerful. I could always get laid; there were some valets and servants around who were willing to be to be fucked in exchange of a handful of coins or presents. This way I could get my excess energy off, but even then, the more I tried the least I could take that youko out of my head. He disturbed me too much..."

"I can imagine..."

Yomi smiled. He had talked about himself too much. Now he wished to hear about that placid, apparently chaste, youko's experiences.

"It is your turn, Hikaru. What was your first time with Hayashi like?" He asked, openly.

Hikaru's blue eyes widened. He became surprised with Yomi's sudden, and so specific curiosity. Nonetheless, he drew his cup empty and hit the it back against the table. He glanced at the game board and for a moment, he felt a little dizzy. However it passed when he looked at Yomi.

The grey fox presented Yomi with a sensual and at the same time timid smile.

"It was fantastic... But some other things happened before I met him again..."

The youko carefully added another red Gomoku piece to the game. His strategy had been cut. He needed to start it all over.

 To be Continued...