(A/N: For those of you who hate Yomi... I'm sorry. I've officially bumped up the rating from T to M because of language and... certain situations. Anyways, here's a long chapter for the long wait!)

It took me a while to get used to my new home, to wake up with the sunlight hitting my face and the lack of the usual cockroach on the vomit colored carpet or the musty smell of asbestos hanging in the air. It felt weird feeling safe, not on edge, to not have to buy water bottles because you didn't trust where the water from the sink came from. It was my very expensive home that I wasn't paying a single cent for.

I told Yomi that once I gained enough money, I would start paying and he would have to stop. He replied by saying he would pay for it anyways, whether I lived in it or not. And what kind of person would I be to leave a beautiful room unattended? Still, it felt as though I was only a visitor over keeping his stay. It didn't feel like I belonged, then again, I never really had a place to call my own in the first place.

One thing I did undoubtedly miss was cooking my own food. If I was lucky, I'd have a microwave to work with, but here, I had a beautiful stainless steel kitchen equip with a stove, fridge, an oven and necessities that I didn't even need. Seriously, this place had an automatic wine opener. It was like it was bought right off of a modern home decor magazine, and with Yomi's money, it might as well have been.

I got kind of excited and bought everything at the grocery store that would probably spoil by the time I got to eat it all, but I didn't mind. Cooking reminded me of home, cooking reminded me of my mother, and I forgot how much I missed her until now. There would be faint glimmers of my past life that I would miss, and I would kind of ache for a second, knowing how life was so much simpler back then. Even trivial things like cooking seemed so foreign and unnatural to me.

I decided to ponder on what made me happy:

Gardening.

Cooking.

Stealing things and succeeding.

Making Yomi smile when I did something right.

Not being a total fuck up.

Eating lunches with Yomi.

Making people bigger than me feel smaller.

Talking to Yomi.

Having those brief glimpses that don't make me feel like I'm working under him, but instead getting to know him better.

His smooth laugh and gentle smile and a voice with an edge that would make me ponder how he'd be like in the bedroom.

I stared at my list, and then stared at it again. I stared for so long, that my eyes began to ache as I walked over to the stove, turned on the burner, and watched my list burn.

Then I proceeded to try and find anything that took my mind off of the inevitable fact that I indeed, had a thing for my boss.

Funny how I tried to kill him just under two months ago.

It a lot different when you realize you like someone. Then you start getting aware of yourself while talking to the person you like, you start doing things to get them to notice you, and then you read into things that might not be there. I've always been good with body language, but not with someone as hard to read as Yomi.

But I was treading in deep water. I was working for him now, which would mean I would have to restrain myself. Usually a set of bedroom eyes and a little beckon would work for most people, but Yomi wasn't some shady person in a seedy bar, and I wasn't willing to fuck things up. I liked where I was and didn't know why. I didn't crave the thrill, the danger, the reward. I craved doing something right, getting acknowledgment, knowing that someone else besides myself believed in me.

"Kurama, try one of these. One of my assistants brought it over from lunch today." He pulled out a cake pop, motioning for me to try it. I took a bite, without taking my hands off my computer. I could have sworn his gaze lingered a bit.

"It's good. Sweet, dense but not overpowering." My words seemed to snap him out of his oral fixation and I stopped myself from smirking.

"It's from Margeaux. It's only a couple of blocks from here but they have pretty good food. I'll take you there sometime," he said, eating the rest of the cake pop.

I smiled to myself. I toned myself down around Yomi, mainly because I held a certain type of respect for him that I didn't have for other people. He's done so much for a street rat that I couldn't help but look up to him.

"Speaking of restaurants, there's a pretty cool restaurant I wanted to try near my place." I recalled a nice looking sit down restaurant, not too fancy but definitely intimate. I would pass by it while walking back from work. It's warm, yet dimmed atmosphere pulled me in, and the strong aroma of good cooked food was a perfect addition to everything.

"I don't have anything to do tonight, so let's go there for dinner," he told me.

The restaurant was situated somewhat in the middle of Enma Publishing and my apartment complex, so we decided to walk there. It was only a few blocks down and was easily recognizable. Since winter was nearing, the trees that lined the street had frosted white Christmas lights wrapped around them. We found out the restaurant was named Hoffman's and they would have live jazz after 7:00, lucky for us, we arrived around 6:45.

Dinner was nice. It was always nice with Yomi and I, but the accompaniment of smooth jazz only made it better. It was so relaxing just to bask in the music and the food and the ambiance of the place. Our talks would always be interesting. It would never be about anyone, and if it was, it focused on only the two of us. I picked up on some of his habits such as reading the newspaper and keeping up on the latest current events, and we would talk about it over lunch or when we had time alone together.

I found out that his eyesight wasn't very good and he wore glasses when his contacts got annoying. His favorite color was red. He had a dislike for Mexican food, and he learned to fight from the streets. He was thoroughly human and that only made me like him more. I never tried too go into deep conversations with anyone, and Yomi was no exception, but there were times where I felt like I could tell him things I don't tell most people.

He took out his credit card and I instantly slapped his hand away, taking my money out.

"I'm paying," I said stubbornly, throwing money down without looking at the bill, just like he would do.

"Kurama, you don't have to."

"I wanted to go to this restaurant so I'm paying"

"I have the money to pay for it, so I'll do it." He didn't sound cocky in the least. It was always facts with Yomi, nothing more than facts.

"And seeing how you pay for pretty much everything I own and do, so do I," I replied, ushering the waitress away. "Plus it makes me feel weird, I mean.. You literally bought a room for me."

"I told you that you aren't a charity case, and I honestly don't mind. I like spending money on you."

I raised an eyebrow and stared at him with a look of mild surprise. "Should I start calling you my sugar daddy or something?"

I expected him to spit out his wine, but he only drank it smoothly, stared straight at my face with no shock whatsoever, and shrugged. "You thought of it."

"It's raining," Yomi stared down at the pavement as droplets landed on his italian leather shoes.

"Thank you for that Einstein," I grumbled to myself. I hated the rain. It made my hair all stupid and tangled and matted and it would just make everything suck.

"Always come prepared," Yomi said calmly. He took out a pocket sized umbrella from his coat pocket; it was fit only for a single person, he opened the it and motioned for me to follow him. "Your apartment isn't far from here, so I'll walk you home."

Before I had time to complain how we couldn't fit, he grabbed me and held me close to him, both our bodies trying to be covered by the small umbrella. I tried to keep close by, to try and not tangle my legs with Yomi's, but we probably looked stupid anyways. Here we are, in fancy business suits looking all expensive and important, only to share a tiny little umbrella. The damn thing didn't help at all; it barely covered us, and the rain started to pour to the point where an umbrella was virtually useless. My fingers froze from the water hitting my knuckles and I could see little puffs of air coming from my mouth. My lips were getting chapped, I could feel my cheeks and nose get ruddy from the cold, and my hair probably looked like hell, but standing next to Yomi, feeling his arm around my shoulder, I've never felt as warm as I did then.

He sped up to a jog for the last remaining blocks, and I yelled at him for the sudden lack of rain protection. But he playfully kept a few feet away from me as I tried to chase him back to my apartment. We must have looked like idiots, but I didn't care the slightest, all I felt was the rain on my skin and the laughter in my chest.

Although our run was short, we were out of breath by the time we got to our destination. We didn't drink much, but I still felt drunk off of something. It was like the rush I got when I was stealing and running away, the same kind of high, but better. Guilt free.

"Asshole," I said between breaths, trying my best to dewrinkle my suit.

He laughed along with me until both our sides hurt. I felt a certain nervousness pool into my stomach, My heart pounded in my ears and if it wasn't for the rain, my palms would have been sweaty.

"You're wet. I can get some towels for you and I can make us some tea," I tried to remain calm, not desperate or hopeful.

He looked hesitant for a brief moment, but thought better of it and nodded. This was the first time I asked someone out, no matter how far off or unofficial it was. I felt giddy, beyond giddy, I was ecstatic, practically skipping into the elevator of my apartment. I forgot how good it felt to want something, to actually work for something.

"You did some work on this place," he told me as he surveyed the area. It was still emptier than I'd like it, but I bought a couple of things to make this place feel more like me. It's been a while since I had a permanent place to live, so I was used to everything being bare. I managed to collect some paintings and prints and hung them on the wall, but what Yomi was referring to was the little garden I had growing near my patio.

"I miss gardening," I answered. I rummaged around my cabinet, searching for the tea I bought earlier in the week.

"They have a community garden downstairs," he informed me as he stared out my window and tried to peer down at it.

"I know, but they wont be my plants. Plus, I hate sharing."

"That makes two of us." he replied as he directed his gaze towards me. I locked my eyes with him for a brief moment, just staring, challenging him to do something else.

"Do you have a towel by any chance?" he asked after a while, and I suddenly felt like a complete idiot.

"Ah shit! I forgot about that. The tea too," I said, disappearing into my room to retrieve two towels and a shirt. I remembered to change my own clothes, giving myself at least three takes in the mirror before I was satisfied with how I looked.

"Thanks," he said gratefully, taking the towel from my hands. Yomi loosened his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt. I tried to make tea and look at him at the same time, resulting in an embarrassing display of me accidentally burning my hand from the hot liquid. I bit my tongue and tried to hold back the pain, hoping he didn't the string of curses under my breath.

"Is everything okay back there?" he asked from the living room.

"Y-yea I just dropped something," I yelled back. I told myself to get it together, that Yomi was my boss and nothing else. I didn't like people like him, the ones who were high and mighty and looked down at people like me. The problem was, Yomi wasn't like that at all. No matter how hard I tried to calm myself down, I was still nervous. It was a whole new feeling for me, to feel my heart in my throat, the fluttering in my stomach, the excitement of where this could lead. It felt sickening. It felt wonderful.

I placed the two cups of tea down on the table and he looked at me gratefully, carrying that signature smile that sent a warm feeling in the pit of my stomach. I sat down next to him. The last time I felt this nervous was in elementary school, when I told one of my classmates, Maya, that I had a crush on her. It didn't last very long since she moved the year after, and it really helped that I started liking men, nonetheless, it was a moment I would never forget.

But Yomi wasn't a bright eyed school girl, he was very much adult, and very much capable of taking me down if he wanted to. Still, it was my curiosity that attracted me to him, and I was willing to take the risk. I was willing to lose everything I had with him to see if I would be successful with this one shot.

"Yomi..." I sat down, turning to face him.

He stared at me, setting his tea down. He looked at me questioning.. but at the same time, like he knew what was going to happen. Stepping into this room was an invitation, and he knew exactly what he was getting into.

I leaned forward, and very slowly, as if asking for consent, I kissed him. Just a kiss, just a swift brush of the lips. I pulled away, and for a second, I thought he was going to push me aside. But he leaned forward and kissed me back. I could feel every muscle in my body tense. I never had a moment during physical intimacy where I didn't know what to do, so I let him lead. He cupped my chin and pulled me closer, kissing me, slow and languid until I could feel electric sparks all the way up to my fucking fingertips.

I tried to take control a couple of times, I tried to hold on to him, but he only grasped both of my hands, controlling the whole situation. I heard the hard pitter patter of the rain hitting my window sill, the only light illuminating us was the slow darkening blue of the sky. It felt like forever, yet, it felt like this could never be enough, this would never suffice. I didn't just want to sleep with Yomi. For once I didn't want someone for money or sex. I wanted to consume his thoughts as much as he consumed mine, I wanted him to want me as much as I wanted him.

He pulled away, my lips were swollen and red, and I felt thoroughly intoxicated.

"It's getting late," he said after a while, staring straight at my lips.

I placed my hand on his leg, I could see the droplets of water left from the rain slowly drying on his pants.

"I didn't notice."

Yomi looked just as dazed as I was, as just when I thought he was about to kiss me again... He pulled away.

"Where are you going?" I asked, snapping out of my pseudo drunken state.

"I have to leave, this was a mistake," he replied a bit frantically, searching for his umbrella.

"Wait why? Was it because I kissed you?"

His expression looked pained for a brief moment. "No, it's because I kissed you back."

I sat frozen on the couch, not knowing how to respond, not bothering to say anything as he walked out of the apartment. I didn't feel angry or upset, I actually kind of felt... embarrassed.

I sank into the couch, trying to hide from the world, hoping that it would somehow swallow me. Was it because I was a man? Did he leave because of who he thought I was?

A million thoughts raced through my head as I tried to re-read every moment we had together, seeing if what he did was just out of pure kindness, or because he actually wanted me.

"Am I good enough...?" I asked myself out loud. Yomi kept telling me that I was important, that I was worth something, but the more time I spent with him, the less I believed it. That whole building made me feel inferior, like I didn't belong, but for some goddamn reason, I desperately wanted to.

"No... I'm not," I muttered to myself, putting my arm over my eyes. Yomi and I lived in different universes, and although we might be close proximity wise, there was an invisible barrier that I wasn't allowed to cross.

I tried consuming my thoughts with other things besides Yomi. I tried naming all the plants I knew, all the work I had to do the next morning, all the books I planned on reading.

But I couldn't shake off this unmentionable sadness that seemed to linger around me. And suddenly, being alone bothered me a lot more than it did before.

I came to work like nothing was different. I didn't know Yomi that well, but I hoped he would be the type to throw things under the rug and just forget about problems. That's what I tended to do and I sorely hoped he would do the same.

I thought it that was exactly what would happen until I received a text from him a few hours after I left work. I was already comfortable in my cotton shirt and boxers, but I didn't mind going out in the cold in only that. It took me a while to realize that it was fucking cold and I ran outside without pants. After grabbing some jeans and a light jacket, I ran back to Enma publishing. I wouldn't be rushing for normally anyone, but Yomi has proven himself to be different from just anyone.

I had no idea what was going to happen. I didn't know whether he was going to fire me or maybe continue the night before, all I knew was that I was excited, and I booked it to Enma publishing faster than I ever did for a heist.

I ran back into the almost empty building. It was around eleven and the only people left were either the janitors or the handful of workers that had to unfortunately work overtime. The top floor was completely barren and eerily quiet, but my ears were greeted by a rustling noise and a soft light coming from his office.

"Yomi..?" I slowly peeked inside the room, only to see him tiredly go through a stack of papers. He looked wary and I wondered why he called me here if he had so much work to do, but he looked pleased to see me.

"Come in," he motioned as I walked a couple of steps inside the room.

"Did you want to talk to me about something?"

"Yea, about last night," he twiddled with the pen he was holding. I felt my heart sink into my stomach and leap up into my throat, I felt like I was going to puke that microwavable pasta I had a couple of hours ago.

"What about it?" I wanted to cross my arms over my chest, but I wasn't going to play this defensively. With me, it was always all cards on the table, all or nothing.

"I'm sorry I left so abruptly."

"It's cool," I said, trying to shrug it off. It's totally cool that you left me with a case of blue balls last night. It's cool that you made me feel kind of important then ripped that mentality to shreds.

"I guess I was just.. unsure of certain things," he struggled with his words.

"Like what?

"I..." he trailed off, looking helpless.

This was the very first time since I've known Yomi, that I've seen him look so lost. At first I thought I'd enjoy it, but it actually just made me feel unsettled.

"Look, I hate being all sentimental and shit but I'm more than thankful for what you've given me and I do thank you for it, so I'm not going to give you the cold shoulder for leaving the other night. You don't owe me anything okay. Not an apology nor an explanation, actually I'd prefer you didn't do either of those. We can drop it if you want and we could act like it never happened, I just don't want things to be all awkward okay?"

"It's not that I don't want you," he started.

"The what the hell do you want Yomi?!" I groaned in exasperation. "You can choose to drop it or keep it up, but I'd like to know beforehand! So stop being fucking cryptic cause this whole stupid situation has literally been keeping me up for the past few nights!"

"What do you mean the past few nights? I kissed you yesterday—"

"You dense idiot!" I yelled as I stalked up to his desk and slammed my palms against the table. "I like you okay! And not like you but like like you! I've been extremely infatuated with you from the first moment you pinned me on that goddamn floor and it took a fucking kiss for you to realize it?!"

"I didn't know," he just sat in his stupid lush office chair with a dumbfounded expression.

"Well now you know, so if you want to drop it, please say it now. So I could end this stupid crush and get on with my life," I spat back.

I was too busy trying not to look at his face, I didn't even feel him pull me onto his lap.

"That's the problem. I don't want to drop it." His face was extremely close to mine, and all I felt were his hands holding me by my waist.

I gulped and tried to bring down the blush that was rushing to my cheeks. "Now was that so hard to say?" I whispered, cocking my head slightly. And with a combination of courage and no longer giving any fucks I leaned forward to kiss him. But much to my surprise, he beat me to it.

His warm hands slipped up from the bottom of my shirt, and the contact felt nice specially after being out in the biting cold. The position we were in was actually pretty awkward with my legs being all over the place, so I tried to reposition myself better, till I was straddling him on his chair.

"This wasn't supposed to happen, you messed everything up," he said after pulling away from the kiss. His voice held no negativity, he spoke like it was fact.

"It's all a part of the job description boss. And don't think you're pushing me away this time," I smirked, and nearly toppled us both over by pushing him to till his head hit the back of the chair. I reached between his legs and felt a thick rigid hardness and felt the rest of his body tense up.

I pulled away and climbed off the chair, only to place myself between his legs. He looked apprehensive for a moment, glancing at his partially opened office door, but I shushed him by massaging the inside of his thighs, making my way towards his fly. He relaxed a little, sinking into his seat, and I decided that he needed something that would make him much less tense.

"You don't have to—"

"Shut up."

I kissed the tent that was forming in his pants, tonguing the fabric as I felt it grow harder against my lips. His breathing was steady but I could see his nails digging into the sides of the chair. I reached for his fly and pulled it down, just far enough to see his cock spring free from it's containment. My breath hitched for a second, he definitely wasn't over compensating for anything. He had a cock like a porn star, one that could make me easily gag and bruise the back of my throat if I tried to take the whole thing in one go.

I gave it a couple of good strokes before laying kisses on the underside. I could feel him suppressing a groan, and I decided, I was going to make this motherfucker pay back for all the times he's made me sexually frustrated. So I licked his cock from the balls to the top. I started stroking him with my hands from the base up, taking the tip in his mouth and teasing him the best way that I could. I licked around the head, zigzagging my tongue on the slit, smearing the beads of pre-cum onto the rest of his dick. And finally, finally I heard a soft groan coming from his mouth. That only gave me more of an incentive to take him as much as I could into my mouth, stroking him with the rest that couldn't fit.

"Jesus fucking christ," he whispered unceremoniously. He bucked his hips into my mouth as I felt his hands roughly grab my hair, guiding me back to his dick, making me take more than what I comfortably could.

I couldn't suppress my smile as I realized I was right about Yomi. Because of his history of chickening out when things started to get heated, I could have misunderstood him as being a bit shy when it came to the sack, but the way he was softly groaning and thrusting his hips till his cock hit the back of my throat made me realize that this wasn't the first time he's done this.

I sucked till my jaw was aching and my lips were swollen and red, but the sounds he was making were addicting and I couldn't get enough of it. Although he was the one controlling the speed, although he was dominating me, I was the one making this hotshot CEO slump into his chair. I was the one he made those sounds for.

With a sick pop, I took his dick out of my mouth, breathing heavily. I felt him staring down at me, all traces of uncertainty was placed with what only could be defined as pure and carnal lust.

"We don't have a condom," he frowned. He let go of my hair and I realized that I kind of missed the tugging. I just laughed and took out the condom and packet of lube sitting in my pocket. "What? You knew this was going to happen?" he asked incredulously. His once concerned face broke into a smile as he ran his fingers through his hair and started laughing. God, I'm never going to get over how attractive he is.

"I didn't know, I hoped," I replied, ripping open the condom packet. His laughter ceased as I rolled the latex onto his cock. I coated him with as much lube as I could, knowing it wouldn't be enough but telling myself that it was better than nothing. The clear liquid spilled onto his pants and I suddenly felt a rush of excitement for tainting something so expensive, so perfect.

I stood up and unbuckled my belt, took off my jeans and batman boxers in one go, and basically jumped up into his lap, pulling him into a searing kiss. My hands traveled up, settling and tangling themselves into his hair, pulling his face closer to mine. While my hands stayed up, his made their way south, grabbing my ass. He ground his cock roughly into mine and I almost groaned at how good it felt. He brought his fingers up to my mouth and stared at me with a commanding half lidded gaze.

"Suck."

I complied, taking all three digits into my mouth. I opened my mouth a bit wider to wrap my tongue around the pinky and I could see him fixated on my mouth. And without warning, he removed them from my mouth and inserted one of his fingers into me. He added a second finger, moving with a slight twisting motion as I whimpered into his neck.

"F-fuck, I'm not.. It's been a while since.." I lost all motivation to talk, it was literally a sensory overload, and I couldn't help moving my hips a bit down, trying to get his fingers to reach further.

He added a third and ust when it was about to get painful, he twisted his fingers in a particular fashion and suddenly—

"Holy fuck—," I grabbed a fistful of fabric from his suit jacket and moaned loudly into his ear. "Jesus christ, right there," I said breathlessly, trying to get him to reach the spot that had me melting right onto his lap.

"You keep making those sounds and I swear I'll fuck you till you can't walk properly," he said with a low velvety voice.

"Is that a promise?" I asked with a ragged breath. "Or is it all talk?" I spoke those words against his lips, challenging him. I was always one to start fights.

He responded by taking his fingers out pulling me up till I was positioned above his cock. Honestly, I was kind of scared. I haven't fucked anyone in a long while and there have been too far too few that have been as large as Yomi's.

"I don't want to be all virginal and all that, but seriously, for the sake of not having my anus cloven in half, please be gentle," I mockingly pleaded, although it did hold some truth.

He only chuckled and nuzzled my neck. "I promise I'll go slow. And technically, you're the one on top, so you're controlling everything."

"Now's not the time to be a smart ass Yomi. Don't ruin the mood. Although he was very respectful with my wishes, he still held an air of dominance that turned me on like no other. And with a deep breath, I lowered myself onto him. It actually hurt, a lot. Saying he was huge was one thing, actually taking him up the ass was a whole other story. But, being the trooper I was, I gritted my teeth and lowered myself till I was at least halfway.

"S-sorry, this might take a bit of time," I laughed pathetically. Yomi didn't say anything as he reached between us and grabbed by dick, stroking it lightly, helping me ease my way in. I gave another deep breath and inched my way slowly, until he was completely in me. I felt so full, I could feel myself shudder, I could hear our light breathing, and with my arms wrapped around his neck and my forehead pressed against his, I noticed how intimate this whole thing was. No music, no background noise, just the mingling of breath and light kisses every now and then.

I gritted my teeth and began to move slowly, lifting myself up and down until the pleasure outweighed the pain and pace was more reasonable. He kissed my temple and whispered pointless soothing words.

"Fuck," I trembled as I tried to quicken my pace.

"Too much?" he asked, his voice a bit strained.

"No, it's good. It's really good," I replied.

"Well in that case.." his hand left my cock only to grab my ass and lift me up. Without warning, he thrust his hips up and my hands grasped his shoulders as I collapsed onto him. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself," he answered with that same silky voice.

All that could come out of my mouth were a string helpless moans, and I gripped the fabric of his clothes hard enough that if it was his skin, it would have drawn blood by now. His pace quickened and I hadn't realized how weak my legs became from holding myself up for so long, that it felt nice that he was doing all the work. I was too preoccupied in being in the state of pure bliss, that I barely caught the sharp pain near my neck. Yomi kissed the flesh on my collar bone and sunk his teeth into my skin, biting and suckling till a bright red mark remained.

He let go of me and I found myself lifting my hips on my own to meet with his erratic thrusting. It was a battle of who could be in control by staying the quietest and I was losing pretty fast. The pleasure was so overwhelming to the point where I had to bite the back of my hand to keep from screaming out, so the only thing heard was his deep breathing and muffled noises.

He started stroking me again, and with a few quick twists, I came with a loud and disgusting cross between a scream and a groan. His thrusting became pretty uncomfortable, but I was adamant on having him finish so I clenched myself around and kissed by way from his neck to his jaw, and right when I licked the shell of his ear, I felt his hands tighten around my hips as he let out a long and low groan.

"Fuck.." he breathed as he slipped out of me and threw the condom next to the little stainless steel trash can that was placed conveniently next to his desk. "you were so fucking tight," he murmured as he placed his forehead against mine. I only grinned and leaned forward, nipping his bottom lip.

We were both a bit sweaty and really gross and covered in bodily liquids, but I was giddy like no tomorrow. It's been such a long time since I've had intimate contact with another human being that I forgot how good it felt to be fucked like no tomorrow.

I finally peeled myself off of Yomi and the now soiled chair and tucked myself back into my boxers and pants.

"That was okay I guess," I said as I buckled my belt.

"Your voice said otherwise. You were moaning like a cat in heat," he laughed.

"First of all, I so did not. And second, I mean it was good, but I'm pretty sure I'll be able to walk fine tomorrow," I shrugged, leaning back against his desk.

"That's probably cause I let you top," Yomi teased as he hugged my waist. His face was close to my crotch and I seriously felt like I was going to cum again.

"Technically it was your dick that was doing the penetrating."

"And technically you were power bottoming," he smirked.

"What are you trying to say?"

"I'm saying.." he paused as he held me closer to him. "You haven't seen anything yet."

"You making promises you can't keep again Yomi?" I said, reaching down to stroke his hair. I could feel myself become hard again, but I had to much pride to lose all self control.

"I intend to keep this one," he murmured, slowly unbuttoning the bottom of my shirt until he kissed my stomach.

We actually didn't end up staying in his office till daybreak since it would lead to some very questioning looks from the janitor, but we managed to make it back to my new apartment. I could vouch for the fact that he did manage to keep his promise, as I called in sick the next morning, mostly due to exhaustion and the fact that my legs literally couldn't hold themselves up without me crumpling onto the carpet. We unchristened every inch of my apartment surface, and some vertical areas as well, and after that, this place actually started feeling like home.

I was left with a plethora of blossoming bruises and bites right from my neck down to my inner thighs.

I smiled as I pressed the pad of my thumb on a particularly large bruise. The stinging gave me comfort. It reminded me that this actually happened.

It gave me something to remember.

(A/N: sex scenes are exhausting to write, like no kidding. I'm sorry I haven't updated in forever but I really had to finish finals and now that it's summer, I have nothing better to do than write fanfiction! so yaa. For those of you missing Kuronue, don't worry, your favorite bat will yet again make his appearance in the next chapter so sit tight! Again, thank you for all the support)

P.S. And yes, this chapter is a bit of a parallel to chapter 5. Because I'm a sucker for that type of shit.