A/N: It starts the same, but changes after Kuya says "I'm tired of this" :)


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 series of small whimpers 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 is 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 that badly?" 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. His hand was still on Kuya, and the grip tightened a little.

"I'm tired of this." The fox sighed, looking away from him. "Why are you really here? If you've come to waste my time, you've succeeded."

No words came out, but the hand moved up to Kuya's head, gentler when he reached the place where the fox ears would be. The yokai shivered involuntarily, leaning back into the touch. No one else would dare to even come close to him like this; they'd be burned with fox fire for even thinking about it. But Quincy was different. Kuya hated the idea of anyone being close to him, so even though he allowed this, he didn't let himself think about it. He pretended it was some kind of dream, even though he no longer had dreams.

"You're tense." Quincy noted, massaging a spot he knew was particularly sensitive. The corners of his mouth turned up when Kuya let out a small noise of content; he seemed more like a real fox in this regard. "Let me help you relax."

Kuya knew what this meant, and even though he gave no verbal indication he'd heard the man, he let the robes fall from his shoulders when Quincy tugged at them. Soft lips came in contact with Kuya's neck, but he left no marks. Kuya never let him; he didn't want any proof left from this.

The strong man pulled him forward, then switched the position to where the yokai was lying under him. He took his time undressing Kuya, not even getting to his pants yet. Instead, he stopped to touch the pink line across his body.

"Do you have to do that?" Kuya snapped.

"It's my way of saying sorry." Quincy said quietly, pausing.

Kuya grabbed the other man's face and tipped it to look at him, narrowing his eyes. "Say sorry with your body, not your mouth."

Quincy smiled faintly again, then leaned down and kissed him, hands pulling away the rest of Kuya's clothes with more urgency. Somehow, Quincy had a way of staying almost completely dressed while he got his partner naked. It was something that would've impressed Kuya, if he hadn't seen it so many times. Kuya nipped at Quincy's bottom lip, enough to break skin, and the taste of blood joined their kiss.

He groped at Kuya's thighs, making his way down to the small hole in between and pushing two fingers in. This made the one under him squirm, refusing to make a sound, but holding onto Quincy tightly. In fact, the kissing was to keep himself quiet, even though his breathing was becoming erratic the longer it went on. Another finger was inserted, and Quincy was rewarded with a whine when he moved his fingertips into the deepest bits of Kuya. He whined again when they were removed, and he was left feeling empty, until Quincy's annoyingly big dick pressed against his entrance.

"Ready?"

Kuya glared up at him, rolling his eyes. "I'm not some fragile human. You should know this by now. Just get on with it, or else g- ah-!"

He was cut off by a quick jab of Quincy's hips, with no warning, and the pace went from nonexistent to very fast in an instant.

And that was when the yokai fell apart.

Sharp nails dug into the man on top's back, tearing Quincy's shirt and leaving reddening claw marks that would stay there for days. The defiant, sarcastic fox, who was normally so composed, now looked like a mess. Face red, eyes half-closed and clouded with lust; something that only a few had ever gotten to see.

Quincy didn't say it, but it was obvious he was enjoying the other's reaction by the amused look that played across his face and the extra sharp thrusts he gave whenever Kuya made another sound.

"A...ahh...deeper...m-more..." Kuya begged, though he hid his face to keep some of his dignity. He hated how his voice had gone up an octave, and how desperate he sounded. It was humiliating; he almost convinced himself Quincy had placed some sort of spell on him to act like a fool. To act like Eiden. But...this happened every time, didn't it? Every time he got into this situation, he ended up flat on his back with his old friend far too many inches inside him. Even his embarrassment was now overtaken by the feeling of being fucked stupid.

The forest guardian, who was still annoyingly gentle, planted kisses on Kuya's neck and whispered, "Cum for me."

The tone was enough to throw him over the edge, and his fluid now covered his and Quincy's stomachs. Ugh, it felt gross and humiliating. To add to that, now there was a wet slapping sound now that filled the room and nearly drowned out the whines Kuya was trying (and failing) to muffle. Rough hands tore Kuya's hands from his mouth, then pressed them firmly into the soft bedding above the two. This made the fox toss his head to the side, biting his lip so hard it bled. Quincy's magic now held Kuya's wrists in place, and the calloused hand pried the other's mouth open to let in his index and middle fingers take the abuse instead of the lip. It was painful for a moment, but Quincy managed to clamp onto Kuya's jaw (but not too hard) and forced his teeth to stop sinking into either one's skin.

Kuya gave a growl, but forgot to be angry moments later by more mind-numbing pleasure being lashed into him. His eyelashes fluttered and tears pricked his eyes; the first drop rolling down his cheek and joining in with the drool dripping out around Quincy's fingers.

Quincy gave him an amused smile, obviously proud of how he'd wrecked the yokai. He nestled his face in the crook of Kuya's neck while still going at a merciless pace, his lips planted firmly against a particularly sensitive spot. This spot was exclusive to foxes and other animals that had breeding seasons- if bitten, it meant they were permanently marked (no, permanently OWNED) by the one that bit them. Kuya absolutely did not want to be marked. Well, he didn't under normal circumstances. But right now all he wanted was more and more pleasure, and when teeth grazed the skin instead of lips, he tipped his head to expose himself more.

The forest dweller gave a low chuckle, but didn't do more than a teasing nip here and there around the collarbone. Kuya writhed; clouded mind set on getting Quincy to bite him.

"Please..." The yokai mumbled, along with a string of unintelligible whimpers he no longer attempted to hide. He could hear himself mortifyingly clearly, reminded of the obscene noises Eiden made with Quincy giving him the same treatment. Truly, it was amazing how such a proud man such as Kuya could fold so easily to Quincy. He suspected it was rather impossible for anyone to resist the urge to just become putty in the giant's hands. It just wasn't fair- especially when Quincy knew every sweet spot Kuya's body had to offer. Every way to make him lose his mind within minutes. And every word that drove him to the brink of another climax.

Having a praise kink was something the fox would never say aloud, though Quincy already knew about it. So when the playful little bites on his shoulder stopped, the bigger man said two words that made Kuya tighten almost painfully so around the cock buried deep within him.

"Good boy."

This sudden vice-like grip pulled a low groan from Quincy, and every drop of cum he had in him shot straight into Kuya.

Fuck. The purple-haired man had forgotten how good it felt to be the bottom. The hungry, almost animalistic look in Quincy's eyes was absolutely delightful.

Once his composure had returned (and he could think), he gave a sweet smile to the person above him. His hands had been released, and he now reached around and tangled his fingers in the short golden locks.

"You're lucky I was in a good mood, old friend." He says, in his usual slightly mocking tone. "Or I wouldn't have let you take such advantage of me."

"Advantage?" Quincy raised an eyebrow. "I didn't make you do anything."

"You hardly let me catch my breath." Kuya complained with a dramatic sigh.

"But that's what you always want."

Hearing this embarrassing truth made the fox shift, trying to pull away. Quincy grabbed onto the slender arms to hold him in place, giving Kuya an annoyed look.

Kuya blinked, mildly surprised at his sudden immobility. "What-"

"Finish what you started, fox." Quincy growled, then flipped the other over onto his stomach. Once again, he started up a punishing pace; so hard it would definitely leave him sore, if not bruised, for days. This time, there was a strange type of anger in the way he fucked into Kuya, like he was scolding his partner for trying to leave so soon.

Kuya drooled on his sheets, pressed so hard into them that he could barely breathe. The lack of air just added to the pleasure, and whines now punctuated each thrust.

"Mmh..." If he was trying to say something, it was lost amongst all the other noise. He barely registered the fact he'd been brought to his second orgasm- everything felt so good that he couldn't tell what was specifically being done to him. When Quincy grabbed Kuya's head and turned it to see the face, he was pleased to see the bottom's eyes rolling back in his head. Even the lewd noises he was trying to make were now shattered into little pieces.

This scene was so ridiculously arousing that Quincy pulled Kuya's hips as closely to his as possible. Transparent liquid oozed out from around his cock; gushing out as the enormous thing was removed, now lying flaccid against Quincy's muscular thighs.

The silence from the yokai was foreign to Quincy, but he let out a breath of relief as he saw that Kuya was simply passed out. He slowly curled into a slightly twitching ball, and Quincy pulled the blanket over him. A twinge of guilt came at the sight of the other's tear-streaked face, even though there was a peaceful look across the vulpine man's face that wasn't seen often.

Jealous old fox...