Warning: Mature content.

He was coming.

I knew from stillness of the night, millions of words drowning in silence. Certain signs always betrayed him, a rallying of the world: an unprecedented lull, neighbors out for the evening, clouds darkening the moon. Toki pacing, a tired mind–

And Shuichi not answering his phone.

Then again, he never answered when he came.

Securing the windows and door, I retreated to my room, not bothering to turn on the light. The sheets hugged legs and hips, mimicking strong white hands:

Not what I wanted.

Heat curling my toes, I sank back, sighing against soft cotton. Maybe it wouldn't happen this time: maybe I would keep my head and not become lost in that voice, those eyes. Maybe he would ask nothing of me and I could pretend this was a dream. Maybe I would wake up in Shuichi's arms instead of–

"Moonlight suits you."

I opened my eyes at the purr, gaze roving. Yoko stood inside the window, curtains billowing around his head. Arms crossed, he leaned against my dresser with effortless ease, smile tantalizing, pleased. Muscles pressed beneath milk-dipped skin, silver strands nearly lost to the moon at his back. Erect ears twitched this way and that, noting my heartbeat, the quiet of the surrounding apartments.

It was only a matter of time.

"Not tonight." I stood as Toki shot under the bed, not daring to make a sound. Moving to a nearby shelf, I pretended to rearrange objects, not daring to look at him. "I'm not in the mood."

A low chuckle all-too-close, warm breath at my ear. "You cannot lie to me."

Silk slipped across my shoulders and I shivered, turning as arms snaked around my waist. "Listen–"

But he kissed me anyway, drinking until my knees grew weak. Even that didn't stop him, this sprite of the night. Drinking again, he beckoned and I obeyed, falling into his hands, allowing him to lift me. In that moment, it didn't matter when my legs hooked around his waist, fingers drifting into all that hair. I swallowed his chuckle, reason abandoned to the tracing claws, a playful tongue.

"What do you want, beloved?"

I gasped at the fangs at my throat, the tail swaying back and forth. We both knew this game, had played it many times, yet still I wanted to win. Another soft word and I knew I could, ready when he hoisted me higher. A hiss when paneled wood bit my back, forcing both eyes open–

Dropping into a sea of gold.

Will plunging to the depths, I whispered all those hidden things, watching the waves cover them. He smiled; he would keep my secrets but wanted something in return. A tried promise–

I knew his secrets, too.

A grunt as he stole my lips, head banging on the door. He smiled, taking his time, back bowing while he undid first one shirt button, then another. Spine straightened by an iron arm, I was left with little to do but explore, pushing away his tunic to press at marble shoulders, ebony chest, the neck hidden by downy strands. He hid nothing, humming at the nails on his nape, grip never faltering.

In that moment, I knew what I wanted.

I wanted to make him mine.

Pulling all that hair, I forced his head back, breaking off the kiss. He let me do it, watching through veiled lids. Despite his bravado, I felt him stiffen when I touched throat, the softest of moans at lips first on one side, then the other. When I dared to bite, the world blurred with sickening speed and I was on the bed, Yoko towering over me. Arms on either side of my head, his hair fell around us, a curtain against the moon. Eyes gleaming in the strange half-light, he stared at me as a hunter would his prize, scheming, dreaming–

Promising.

"Yoko–"

Two fingers pressed to my lips, demanding silence. "You broke the rule."

He was right; I hated to admit it but he was right. While there were several rules in place, one in-particular reigned supreme, namely for my protection:

We could touch any part of the other's body but the throat.

"I-it was an accident!"

"Such a trivial thing would not matter if I set upon you as I would a demon, would it?" His fingers held no force though I saw the look in his eye, a darkness I couldn't understand. "Now," He leaned closer, the phantom of a smile twisting his mouth. "What should I do with you?"

A rhetorical question but I tried to answer anyway. "We could stop, talk things out?"

"Oh no Azumi, the time for talking has passed." I squirmed at my name on his tongue, a reaction he noticed immediately. "No, punishment is necessary here – something which will make you less forgetful."

Fear clenched my belly, flashes of the 'punishment' dealt to the demons in the park. He'd shown me exactly what those claws could do. "I won't forget! I promise–"

"If you insist on speaking, I will not hesitate to fill your mouth. Do you understand?"

The implications made me shudder but I nodded, staring up at the pronounced clavicle, that strong jaw. Tail swaying on the bed sheets, he shifted onto an elbow, hand gliding to my bra. "There are a number of things I could do, though nothing you will overly enjoy. It would not be a punishment, then." Claws raking, his fingers slipped beneath my back, unfastening the thing with ease. "I could also pleasure you so that you will be unable to walk tomorrow."

I swallowed as he pulled the straps from my arms, tossing the bra aside. "Please–"

"Begging will do you no good, though if you insist, I will not stop you." He cupped my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. Back arching, my arms rose only to fall immediately, wrists held by a great hand.

"Yes," He hummed as my hips bucked beneath him, struggling to no avail. "That will do nicely."

"W-what?" I panted, knowing better than to ask him to stop. I knew from experience that he would vanish into the night, leaving me wanting. No, he would eventually do what I'd asked.

After he had his fun.

"I'm going to make you beg."

September 2020 OTP Drabbles

Prompt 12 – Making out