He leaned back against the smooth wall, sliding down it until he was fully seated.
Pulling crimson locks over his shoulders, he sighs. Things were going too fast.
A dry laugh filled the air and he realized it was from his own throat that it came.
At one point, life could never move fast enough. Now, all he wished for was a pause, even just for the world to slow down for just a moment. Just long enough for him to catch his breath.
"Kurama."
A lazy smirk spread over his face and he felt 500 years younger.
"Yomi," Kurama greeted, voice taking on a rough edge. Inside him, the Youko grew restless. While he wanted peace, the Youko desired action.
And if the stirring in his chest was any indication, it would take whatever action it could get.
"You were not at the last meeting," the demon lord said, standing in front of the Kitsune.
"I can't breathe in that room," the now deep voice purred, slim fingers idly twirling silver hair.
Yomi looked startled for a moment.
"You know how I am, oh great demon Lord Yomi," he continued, a mocking lilt in his voice. "I hate the stench of bureaucracy."
Yomi huffed kneeling between the Youko's outstretched legs.
"Do you taunt me still Kurama?" he asked, voice low and threatening.
"Oh, I wouldn't dare taunt you now," the Youko murmured, running a finger across Yomi's chest. All morals and cautions were forgotten with the chance of form.
"And what makes now any different from all those years ago?"
"Now you have power." The Youko purred again, though this time the rumbling continued past the words. The sound sent a shiver up Yomi's spine.
A face pressed into his neck, a huff unsettling his hair.
"Only thing I like more than me having power," he continued, arms stretching to pull Yomi closer, "is power having me."
Emotions flooded the demon lord, desires he had long since repressed.
Taking hold of the broad shoulders before him, Yomi shoved Kurama back into a wall, mouth attempting to devour the others.
Youko, not at all stunned, returned the fevered kiss, though he let Yomi have control. The Youko was a master of seduction and all of the arts that came with it. He knew when to submit.
A low whine filled the hair between them when Yomi moved down to the pale neck exposed to him. The noise brought Yomi to his senses, and quickly pulled back.
A satisfied mewl escaped the Kitsune and he smirked lazily once more.
"If you dare not taunt me," Yomi said, voice still strained, "I expect you to go and wait for me in my chambers."
"Of course, great Demon Lord," Youko said, tail and ears twitching. Usually, he would have punctuated such a statement with a wink, but seeing as it would go unnoticed, he added a slight laugh.
Yomi, whose shoulders couldn't help but hunch, gave a clipped nod before stalking off.
The Youko, momentarily content, let a peaceful expression spread across his face. Slim fingers reached up to push back red hair and a light humming filled the nearly empty hall.
Life went on again, he thought to himself, relishing in the familiar tune.
But maybe tonight, Kurama could find his temporary solace.