Once again, Kuya was bored. Sitting in his room, surrounded by all sorts of trinkets he was sure no one else had, yet he was still bored. Everything he had, he'd already played with. Once he found out how they worked, he no longer cared for them, which is why most of the things had a thick layer of dust coating them.
Looking at his possessions made his mind turn to the young master; the fake grand sorcerer, who had the audacity to poorly impersonate Huey. Though he was certainly a curiosity now, it wouldn't be long before the fox spirit found out how this 'Eiden' worked as well...and that dull emptiness in his core would return. This was certain, and the main reason he made an effort not to get attached to silly things like a human. Not that he wanted to, anyway. Master Eiden was nothing more than a novelty; one that would certainly leave just as Huey had. That was the only thing the old sorcerer and Eiden would have in common.
The door closed with a soft click behind the fox as he stepped out into the cool morning air. This used to be his favorite time of day- the sunlight poked through his mist in little beams that fell on his robes and made the fabric seem to glow. He'd long since overlooked everything good about him, despite all of the confidence he displayed in front of others. Kuya had become good at masking his emotions, shaping them into what looked like indifference, or sometimes amusement.
The forest wasn't enough to satisfy his boredom today, even though he could go play tricks on some of the other nearby inhabitants if he really wanted. No, he'd rather go to Aster's manor, where there'd be plenty of things to distract him. He relished in the drama that constantly popped up somewhere, and more often than not, it involved Eiden, who was so over-emotional that it made things almost seem fun. A smile curled Kuya's lips at the expression he imagined on the young master's face when yet another thing had gone wrong. Yes...that would be a fantastic use of his day.
Things were quieter than last time in the mansion, though Kuya didn't visit enough to really know what it was usually like. He appeared in the front entrance, not able to tell where exactly Eiden was. His essence was everywhere in the place, overpowering almost every other scent around the building. The fox spotted a maid rushing out of the room, glancing behind her worriedly. No doubt she'd go and warn the other servants that a yokai was there, and to hide as soon as they could. This was the general effect he had when he graced the general populace with his presence; it was rather amusing to watch the little humans flee at the sight of someone like him. That's how it should be, after all.
Perhaps Eiden was in the library, wasting time on the man that dressed nothing like a priest, despite claiming to be one. Most likely, he was exchanging essence with someone, due to his almost abnormal lust.
As he was going to the library, he saw a door slightly propped open, a short distance from his intended destination. A strong scent of essence and a string of strange sounds were coming from the room, which the fox peered into. Eiden was straddling Quincy in a chair, leaning into his chest and attempting to move his hips with little success. One of the bigger man's enormous hands firmly held his partner in place, and the other hand was tangled up in Eiden's hair, pulling him even closer.
"...I didn't tell you to move yet." Quincy grunted in a tone Kuya hadn't heard in quite some time. It sent a chill down his spine, which he deliberately ignored, keeping his eyes fixed on the scene before him.
Eiden bowed his head, trying to pry away Quincy's hand and gain more friction. In his usual overly-needy voice, he gasped out, "How can you be...ah...so mean..."
The forest dweller shifted, and Kuya got a glimpse of a scar he'd seen countless times, wrapping around his side in three jagged lines cutting so deep that they still looked fresh, even though hundreds of years had passed since he'd gotten it. This stirred up a memory he'd nearly forgotten; something from eons ago. Quincy glanced towards the door like he could sense they were being watched, but his expression didn't change at the sight of the fox. Kuya raised an eyebrow, then withdrew, deciding he'd tease Eiden about this after he was done. A strange knot in his stomach had appeared; one that made him whisk himself back to the forest, and amuse himself with getting a group of soldiers lost in his mist.
Kuya had no expectation of Quincy going out of his way to find him, but when someone knocked on his door a while later, he found his old friend standing on his porch, looking down at the fox's much smaller figure.
There was a few moments of silence where they stared at each other, and then Quincy said, "Can I come in?"
"By all means." The other responded, moving to the side to let him in. "What brings you by?"
Quincy strolled in, sitting down on the bed, which was pretty much the only place to sit in the cluttered house. Kuya sat on the other end; he hadn't been so close to him (alone) for...god, he didn't even know how long. After a certain point in his life, most of his memories had blurred together and he couldn't pick them apart easily any longer.
"You looked upset earlier." The blonde said, turning his head a little to look at him.
"Since when have you cared if I'm upset? Isn't it too troublesome?" Kuya couldn't keep the bitter edge out of his voice.
"I've always cared. You just keep pushing me away, old fox."
This wasn't the answer he'd expected, and in more words at once than he usually heard from Quincy.
He scoffed. "I'd think you were sparing my feelings if you weren't so blunt."
There was another minute of quiet, which wasn't unusual for them. Back when they'd spend time together- back when Huey was there- they'd sit in comfortable silence. Kuya would have the rare opportunity to let his guard down, leaning against the forest guardian's back while he read and Quincy slept. It was a strange bond they used to share, and even now, despite there being tension, both of them felt safe. When Quincy reached out a hand, Kuya barely flinched away like he would with most people, letting his old friend trace a finger down an invisible line on his back. There was a scar underneath his clothing; one that was similar to Quincy's.
"What, do you want me to take my clothes off?" Kuya joked, only half-heartedly.
"I saw you looking at mine earlier." Quincy replied, hand lingering on the other's waist.
"That's not what I was looking at."
It was a lie, and a rather pathetic one for him.
Quincy didn't respond right away. He'd shifted closer without Kuya realizing it, the scent of the forest getting a little stronger.
"You would have come in if you were watching Eiden."
"Why are you so chatty today? This is the most I've heard you speak since Huey."
His expression changed only slightly, seeming more annoyed than tired now. "That's because you left right after he did."
"And you know why." Kuya said in barely a whisper.
If Quincy hadn't trained himself to hear even the smallest sounds, he wouldn't have heard it.
"I'm tired of this." The fox looked away from him. "Why are you really here? If you've come to waste my time, you've succeeded."
"We don't have to talk if you don't want to." His hand was still on Kuya, and the grip tightened a little. The meaning behind his words was clear.
The yokai sighed, and swung his body around to where he was sitting on Quincy's lap. This wasn't something he'd felt for quite some time; a strange type of warmth he only got at these moments spread through him.
"If you want me so badly, then who am I to refuse?" His tone was teasing, because he definitely could refuse- it was in his nature to. But he hadn't done this with Quincy in such a long time, and his pride made him want to remind the other man how much better he could be at this than the young master. He would've called it jealousy, but that would be ridiculous.
The outer robes fell to the ground with a swift tug from Quincy, exposing more of his slender form, and the purple flowers etched across his shoulders that brought out his eyes. Quincy's gaze took in the alluring man, the sun coming in from the window making him look even prettier. Kuya smiled down at him, pulling the form-fitting top over his head and tossing it to the side.
"No need to stare at what you've seen so many times." He teased, even though he loved the attention. He knew how attractive he was; he loved the way people looked at him, and Quincy was no exception. "Or do I look so much different from the last time?"
Quincy said nothing, hands slipping into the fox's pants. Kuya guided them back up to his waist and pushed the bigger man down to the bed, shaking his head.
"I don't think so. Haven't you learned by now that I take the lead?" He grinned, beginning to roll his hips at a maddeningly slow pace.
Quincy's bulge looked like it was going to break free of his clothes at any moment; only growing bigger when Kuya rubbed against him. Clearly, it was hard for him to restrain himself, but he knew that Kuya would leave if he didn't get his way. Which is why Quincy stopped himself from the strong impulse to shove Kuya into the mattress and fuck him until he was reduced to tears. That would come later, once the fox spirit was pushed to his third or fourth orgasm, and all of his sarcastic comments were gone because he couldn't speak properly anymore. It was worth the wait, even if it took a while to get to. Kuya as a crying, moaning mess, begging for more was something Quincy knew no one else got to see. If he was the teasing type, he'd mention it after the fact.
Kuya glanced down and saw their two bulges joined, the fabric already damp from this small amount of attention. He wanted to hurry up and put that enormous thing inside of him, but he enjoyed drawing out this type of foreplay, testing how long it took until Quincy got impatient. He liked hearing the annoyed grunts of someone with much more willpower than he needed. Every time he was holding himself back, he got this hungry glint in his eye, like some sort of animal.
The fox paused, moving back and hooking a finger into Quincy's waistband, dragging the pants off of him. The bigger man lifted up a little to let his clothes be pulled down, eyes deliberately fixed on Kuya's face.
"Are you enjoying this, old friend?" The yokai asked, running a thumb over the slit at the top and earning a low groan from the other. He was especially good with his hands, and he knew exactly what would make the forest guardian fold. Just as he'd done the entire time, he went far too slow, letting Quincy feel every touch on his skin. Every now and then, he did a quick upward jerk with his hand, just to hear the way Quincy's breathing got heavier and feel his grip tighten on Kuya's waist. He pumped his hand a few more times, then pulled away and unzipped his pants, letting his own cock fall out and rest against Quincy's. It was considerably smaller, but still impressive against his slender body. Finally, he grabbed Quincy's arm and guided it to wrap around both members. "Go ahead and use your hands, if you need something to do. But make sure you satisfy me enough."
Kuya wouldn't admit it, but the texture of the other's rough and calloused hands felt much better than his soft ones. On top of that, he didn't like to take it slow and tease; he preferred the exact opposite. It was extremely lucky that Kuya knew how to keep his composure (mostly), because jolt after jolt of intense pleasure was going through his body. Involuntarily, his hips jerked with each stroke of the giant's hand. He leaned forward, palms planted on Quincy's chest that clenched into fists every few seconds.
"Hah...is that the best...ngh...that you can do?" Kuya breathed out, gritting his teeth.
"No..." Quincy slowed his pace a little, looking up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. "...but you complain when I make you finish too fast."
The purple-haired man's hair fell over his eyes as he got even closer to him, giving a confident smile that faltered whenever he breathed. "That sounds...mmh...like an excuse."
"You asked for it."
After this short warning, the pace of his hand picked up, twisting to rub the most sensitive parts of Kuya. A particularly rough jerk of the hand made Kuya buck his hips forward, legs twitching uncontrollably as a stream of white spurted out of him and covered Quincy's chest.
When his vision cleared, he was still being vigorously jerked off, and Quincy didn't even seem close to cumming.
"Can't get enough of me, can you?" Kuya couldn't keep the shake out of his voice, still coming down from the high of his orgasm.
Quincy gave him a tired look, then reached around and slid two fingers into Kuya's anus, still jerking him off at the same time. "...you talk too much."
The yokai spasmed, gripping Quincy's shoulders and digging in his nails so tightly that it drew blood. His fingers were way thicker than any normal human's should be, managing to hit the deepest bits of Kuya when he pulled the fox a little closer. Even though Kuya came just a minute before, he's on the edge of his second, and now he's angry that he's losing control of the situation.
"I told you...ah...I'm taking the lead..." He growled, a high-pitched whine coming out at the end. Now he just sounded like a child who didn't get his way, which was definitely worse.
"I'm only doing what you told me to."
This earned him a glare from Kuya, who was trying to wriggle away from the constant thrusting on and off his prostate. "Augh...I didn't say you could shove your fingers in me..."
"Fine. I'll take the fingers out." Quincy withdrew his hands and Kuya huffed, annoyed that he'd stopped. But he didn't have to wait long for something else to happen, because suddenly Kuya's pants were being torn off, and Quincy's enormous cock was shoving into him without warning.
A strangled moan came from the fox spirit, and Quincy grabbed Kuya's wrists, yanking them down to hold him in place and get even deeper.
"Quin...cy..." He gasped out, eyes widening in shock. If he hadn't been so caught off guard by the sheer audacity of someone he could kill if he wanted to, he would've been pissed off. How bold. It had been so long since the last time he'd done this; tears formed in the corners of his eyes and he came a second time, the aftermath landing on the forest dweller again. Back forcefully arched, chest puffed out, completely unable to do anything. It would only get worse from this point- once Quincy got the upper hand, he didn't let go of it.
Another faint smile crossed the bigger man's face, and he flipped the positions. He got close to Kuya's ear, and whispered, "Say my name like that again."
No. He refused to say it. He refused to accept that he wasn't the dominant anymore. He refused to let the last thread of composure he had break. But it did.
"Q-Qui-" He choked on his words. Quincy hadn't slowed down to let him catch his breath enough to say anything. Oh god, he couldn't stop; legs wrapped tightly around the broad back and toes curling. The way Quincy smiled at his surprisingly easy victory made Kuya want to smack him, if he could move his arms (and magic was cheating).
"Say it." Quincy growled, giving a sharp thrust as some kind of warning, pushing Kuya deeper into the mattress.
He hadn't even reached climax once, what kind of stamina did this guy have? It wasn't fair, he'd already gotten Kuya halfway to his third and it'd only been ten minutes.
A series of whimpers was all that came out, and the fox turned his face away in shame. His pride was torn to shreds, and if anyone else saw him this way, he'd never leave his house again. For fuck's sake, he couldn't even move without Quincy holding him in place.
"Quincy..." Kuya whined, gritting his teeth.
As soon as he'd said the full word, Quincy thrust forward with all his power, practically folding the fox in half as he released his seed into the deepest bits of the arrogant man below him.
Both relaxed to wait for the high of the orgasm to fade and give them clearer heads. Quincy would've kept going, but the claw marks on his back burned and he knew they'd only get deeper if he pushed his limits. He turned his head, giving Kuya a soft kiss on the cheek. Kuya glared at him, not able to dodge it in time. Quincy sighed. He'd have sat up if arms and legs weren't wrapped tightly around him. You'd think Kuya would've lost the strength to do so, but he held his ground.
"...ouch." Quincy said as Kuya retracted the claws from the bigger man's back, shifting to where his hands gripped the straps on Quincy's shirt instead.
Every inch either one moved made Kuya very aware of the fact that the forest dweller hadn't withdrawn, and his stomach felt swollen. Good lord...
"Good boy." Quincy murmured, running a hand over the purple locks. Kuya went to nip at the hand, but Quincy pushed his thumb into the fanged mouth to block him. "Stop that."
The look he gave the larger man would've been enough for most people to run away. But Quincy was different. Due to that, the expression disappeared as soon as a huge hand moved down to the slender man's waist, running a finger gently along the scar line. The simple touch sent a small jolt through Kuya; partly because he was still sensitive and partly because he wasn't expecting such a soft motion after all the roughness. When a low growl of protest came from the fox, all it did was make Quincy smile and lean back when the vice-like grip loosened.
The comforting weight disappearing from atop Kuya made him pout, turning his head before Quincy could see the disappointed look. When the forest guardian pulled away to get his clothes back on properly, Kuya reached out, then stopped before he touched his companion. No, that wouldn't be appropriate. He didn't want Quincy to stay. He didn't want to think about how he had just been in the same place the fraudulent sorcerer was hours before. No, he just wrapped himself back in his robe and lit his pipe, barely acknowledging (or even hearing) the words Quincy spoke before leaving the room.
Even so, he was still left with many bothersome thoughts. Mostly the fact- which Kuya would never admit aloud- that he was indeed jealous of not having his old friend all to himself anymore.
