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Chapter 6
The Sweetest Pay Back
After a cursory look over, Kuroune found no serious injuries on the kitsune. There was a knot a little above the base of his skull, the blow that knocked Kurama unconscious. The winged demon shook his head. It wasn't quite clear to him why he even bothered to save his new partner. The youko was a pain in the ass, the biggest narcissist Kuroune had ever met, and was condescending to Kuroune every chance he got. Though... Kurama didn't kill him when he normally would kill any other demon, and... when he slept quietly like this, he was very beautiful. Granted, that was because his usual sneers, cold looks, and mouth weren't getting in the way. Still, he wasn't all that bad. Kuroune shook his head, promising himself to never mention his present thoughts to Kurama, the kitsune didn't need a bigger head than he already had. Kurama stirred, his brows furrowing before he relaxed again. Probably slipping into a deeper sleep, the winged demon thought to himself. Then he felt a hand bump against his thigh. When he looked back up Kurama's eyes were open, narrowed, but open. It seemed Kuroune wasn't the only one that had to get used to this arrangement.
Kurama stretched his arms over his head then winced, rubbing gently at the knot on the back of his head. "How long was I out?"
"Not long, it's just been a couple minutes since I carried your heavy ass back to your den."
"Heavy ass indeed... Maybe if you weren't so weak then I wouldn't seem so heavy to you."
The two demons glared at each other, though no feelings or pride were hurt. Kuroune gave up glaring and moved on to what he was really thinking about. He shifted his weight, throwing a leg over the kitsune and sitting on his stomach. The kitsune arched a brow but said nothing as a smirk spread over his lips. The winged demon scratched under Kurama's chin, dragging his nails down his throat to the middle of the kitsune's chest. "Don't think this means anything," Kuroune whispered as he leaned down and kissed Kurama's lips gently at first, then more insistent as time passed. Kurama dragged his claw like nails over every part of Kuroune that was exposed. The dark haired demon hissed and grabbed both of Kurama's wrists. "That's enough of that!" He grinned as he held the wrists against the pillows on Kurama's bed, almost even with Kurama's head.
Kurama frowned and tried to pull away from the surprisingly strong demon on top of him. "Let go of me. NOW." His tail beat furiously against the bed and his ears folded back, showing his obvious unhappiness at Kuroune's actions.
Kuroune shook his head, licking the bottom of those frowning lips. "I don't want to." He smiled and pressed more of his weight against the trapped wrists as he leaned forward to bite one of Kurama's ears. The winged demon soon found out that it was an extra sensitive spot, it didn't take too long for Kurama to begin moaning quietly. Despite the moaning, his tail still beat a rapid pattern against the sheets. Kuroune raised the kitsune's hands a little higher so he could easily keep a good grip by using only one hand to hold them down. With his freed hand he stroked the silver youko's cheek, then ran the tips of his fingers down the side of Kurama's neck. Pushing back the robe, he exposed the soft skin of the kitsune's chest. Still licking and nibbling on Kurama's ear he found the little nub and set to hardening it under his skillful fingers. The kitsune gasped and tugged at the trapped wrists yet again, almost aching to respond to Kuroune's actions with something more than moans.
"Release me," the kitsune breathed, almost too quiet for Kuroune to hear.
"Not until I've had my fun... Or you earn it."
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Kurama opened his eyes, still trying to catch his breath. "Now... If you could only manage to do that all the time..."
Kuroune shrugged as he regained control of his own breathing. "Mhm, I don't see why not."
"Heh, then here's to a happy and long lasting partnership."
"Here here..." Kuroune mumbled as he closed his eyes. The pleasures mixed with all the excitements that had happened that day took it's toll, dragging him into sleep. As he began to drift off he felt Kurama shift on the bed, then a tail flipped over Kuroune's waist.
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After a long sleep the two partners ate breakfast in bed. Earlier, Kurama had made a quick trip to the kitchen and grabbed a couple fresh fruits as well as some bread with bits of sausage cooked into it. They ate in silence, sharing the bottle of juice the kitsune also brought with him. The winged demon twitched his wings restlessly, the nights exertions put a strain on them which resulted in them aching dully.
"You shouldn't have tried flying so soon Kuro." Pointing to the wings with a piece of fruit, Kurama went on. "All that time put into healing them might have been wasted."
"They'll be fine."
Kurama chuckled, "not a morning person, are you?"
"No."
"Then should I wait to ask you a question I have?"
"No."
The kitsune snickered. "That's convincing..."
Kuroune sighed and rolled his eyes. "Just ask me."
"Why last night? What changed your mind so suddenly about me?"
"Heh." The winged demon smirked and took another bite of bread. He didn't really know why either, but it was something he wouldn't regret. "I think it finally sank in last night that we're partners. So if we are, then I can trust you."
Kurama blinked in surprise. "What? You mean you only started trusting me last night? Tch, thanks a lot."
"Feh, I bet YOU still don't trust me." The kitsune flicked an ear back, turning his head from Kuroune's gaze. "I'm right, aren't I?"
"I trust you a little bit more than I'd trust a demon I just met."
Kuroune shrugged, "that's fine, I feel the same way. It's good survival instincts not to be too trusting." He took another bite of the bread and chewed it quickly. "So where to next?"
The youko contemplated Kuroune's question while finishing his breakfast. "I guess..." Kurama looked over the black haired demon's still naked body. "There's a few things I'd like to do first, then I think we'll go out. There's a town near here that has decent shops. I'm tired of you ruining my clothes, so we'll get you some new ones. And then..."
"And then?"
"And then we go hunting. I heard there was a rare goblet some rich tanuki bought, and he happens to live in general vicinity of the town."
"Let's go liberate that goblet then."
Chapter 6
The Sweetest Pay Back
After a cursory look over, Kuroune found no serious injuries on the kitsune. There was a knot a little above the base of his skull, the blow that knocked Kurama unconscious. The winged demon shook his head. It wasn't quite clear to him why he even bothered to save his new partner. The youko was a pain in the ass, the biggest narcissist Kuroune had ever met, and was condescending to Kuroune every chance he got. Though... Kurama didn't kill him when he normally would kill any other demon, and... when he slept quietly like this, he was very beautiful. Granted, that was because his usual sneers, cold looks, and mouth weren't getting in the way. Still, he wasn't all that bad. Kuroune shook his head, promising himself to never mention his present thoughts to Kurama, the kitsune didn't need a bigger head than he already had. Kurama stirred, his brows furrowing before he relaxed again. Probably slipping into a deeper sleep, the winged demon thought to himself. Then he felt a hand bump against his thigh. When he looked back up Kurama's eyes were open, narrowed, but open. It seemed Kuroune wasn't the only one that had to get used to this arrangement.
Kurama stretched his arms over his head then winced, rubbing gently at the knot on the back of his head. "How long was I out?"
"Not long, it's just been a couple minutes since I carried your heavy ass back to your den."
"Heavy ass indeed... Maybe if you weren't so weak then I wouldn't seem so heavy to you."
The two demons glared at each other, though no feelings or pride were hurt. Kuroune gave up glaring and moved on to what he was really thinking about. He shifted his weight, throwing a leg over the kitsune and sitting on his stomach. The kitsune arched a brow but said nothing as a smirk spread over his lips. The winged demon scratched under Kurama's chin, dragging his nails down his throat to the middle of the kitsune's chest. "Don't think this means anything," Kuroune whispered as he leaned down and kissed Kurama's lips gently at first, then more insistent as time passed. Kurama dragged his claw like nails over every part of Kuroune that was exposed. The dark haired demon hissed and grabbed both of Kurama's wrists. "That's enough of that!" He grinned as he held the wrists against the pillows on Kurama's bed, almost even with Kurama's head.
Kurama frowned and tried to pull away from the surprisingly strong demon on top of him. "Let go of me. NOW." His tail beat furiously against the bed and his ears folded back, showing his obvious unhappiness at Kuroune's actions.
Kuroune shook his head, licking the bottom of those frowning lips. "I don't want to." He smiled and pressed more of his weight against the trapped wrists as he leaned forward to bite one of Kurama's ears. The winged demon soon found out that it was an extra sensitive spot, it didn't take too long for Kurama to begin moaning quietly. Despite the moaning, his tail still beat a rapid pattern against the sheets. Kuroune raised the kitsune's hands a little higher so he could easily keep a good grip by using only one hand to hold them down. With his freed hand he stroked the silver youko's cheek, then ran the tips of his fingers down the side of Kurama's neck. Pushing back the robe, he exposed the soft skin of the kitsune's chest. Still licking and nibbling on Kurama's ear he found the little nub and set to hardening it under his skillful fingers. The kitsune gasped and tugged at the trapped wrists yet again, almost aching to respond to Kuroune's actions with something more than moans.
"Release me," the kitsune breathed, almost too quiet for Kuroune to hear.
"Not until I've had my fun... Or you earn it."
oOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo
Kurama opened his eyes, still trying to catch his breath. "Now... If you could only manage to do that all the time..."
Kuroune shrugged as he regained control of his own breathing. "Mhm, I don't see why not."
"Heh, then here's to a happy and long lasting partnership."
"Here here..." Kuroune mumbled as he closed his eyes. The pleasures mixed with all the excitements that had happened that day took it's toll, dragging him into sleep. As he began to drift off he felt Kurama shift on the bed, then a tail flipped over Kuroune's waist.
oOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo
After a long sleep the two partners ate breakfast in bed. Earlier, Kurama had made a quick trip to the kitchen and grabbed a couple fresh fruits as well as some bread with bits of sausage cooked into it. They ate in silence, sharing the bottle of juice the kitsune also brought with him. The winged demon twitched his wings restlessly, the nights exertions put a strain on them which resulted in them aching dully.
"You shouldn't have tried flying so soon Kuro." Pointing to the wings with a piece of fruit, Kurama went on. "All that time put into healing them might have been wasted."
"They'll be fine."
Kurama chuckled, "not a morning person, are you?"
"No."
"Then should I wait to ask you a question I have?"
"No."
The kitsune snickered. "That's convincing..."
Kuroune sighed and rolled his eyes. "Just ask me."
"Why last night? What changed your mind so suddenly about me?"
"Heh." The winged demon smirked and took another bite of bread. He didn't really know why either, but it was something he wouldn't regret. "I think it finally sank in last night that we're partners. So if we are, then I can trust you."
Kurama blinked in surprise. "What? You mean you only started trusting me last night? Tch, thanks a lot."
"Feh, I bet YOU still don't trust me." The kitsune flicked an ear back, turning his head from Kuroune's gaze. "I'm right, aren't I?"
"I trust you a little bit more than I'd trust a demon I just met."
Kuroune shrugged, "that's fine, I feel the same way. It's good survival instincts not to be too trusting." He took another bite of the bread and chewed it quickly. "So where to next?"
The youko contemplated Kuroune's question while finishing his breakfast. "I guess..." Kurama looked over the black haired demon's still naked body. "There's a few things I'd like to do first, then I think we'll go out. There's a town near here that has decent shops. I'm tired of you ruining my clothes, so we'll get you some new ones. And then..."
"And then?"
"And then we go hunting. I heard there was a rare goblet some rich tanuki bought, and he happens to live in general vicinity of the town."
"Let's go liberate that goblet then."