Summer Nights
A scene without context by Ky
Summary: Yomi reflects on his past relationship with Kurama.
Genre: General
Rating: low PG-13
Warnings: Contains shonen-ai innuendo
Author's Notes: This is a scene without context. I had all of these Yomi x Kurama thingies running through my head, but couldn't think of a plot that would involve them. I figured I would go insane if I didn't write some down, so voila, a scene without context, meaning I have no idea where the characters are, or what provoked this scene. This may or may not be integrated into a complete fic one day. You never know.
Suddenly, Yomi raised a hand, gently caressing Kurama's cheek. Warm fingers slid across smooth flesh and then entwined themselves in the human teenager's long, ruby-hued hair. "Your hair is thick, heavy." The demon's voice was low and intimate, almost a whisper. "Nothing like the iridescent silk I remember. I could lie for hours by your side on hot summer nights, back when I still had my eyes, watching how the moon brought a glow to your skin, or the early morning sun, dappled by forest leaves, made your sliver hair shimmer. Your skin… still soft and inviting, although now marred a bit by grease and oil… You are a teenager, after all."
Kurama glowered. He hated it when Yomi poked fun at his human form.
The demon lord continued thoughtfully, "It's ironic, somehow… I can feel you, touch your skin, hear your voice, breathe in your subtle human scent… even, if I wanted to, taste your kiss, and still I could put no other face to you than that of your youko form. It seems to prove that love is both blind and delusional, seeing only what it wants to see…
"And, even though you would swear that you want nothing more to do with me, you betray yourself. I can hear your pulse rate increase; feel your body temperature rise when I move closer to you." Yomi leaned towards Kurama until his lips were centimeters from the former fox spirit's ear. "Am I making you nervous?" he asked, grinning. Then he stood back up. "Tonight is one of those warm summer evenings—the kind that so often found us in each other's arms. If we could find somewhere quiet, and alone… You and I have a lot of catching up to do."
Kurama could feel his face getting hot. "Yomi…? Are you… coming on to me?"
Yomi's grin widened and his voice rose a level in volume. "Certainly not! An important lesson you helped teach me: mixing business and pleasure leads to heartbreak. No, I only meant you and I should have a meaningful conversation over a cup of tea!" He chuckled heartily at this. "Care to join me later?" Yomi walked off, still laughing to himself, leaving Kurama standing in his wake, a perplexed expression plastered across his human features.