TCA- As of right now I'm sorry that it took me so long to get this up. I've had regents testing, so I was studying a lot more than I normally do. Anyway…I need you all to vote for me. Keep the rating as is or bump it up a bit and include eerrmmm…very graphical Yomi/Kurama squiggly(aka smex) later on in the story. Your choice there.
I do not, and will not, ever own Yu Yu Hakusho or any of its characters. The end, no more needs to be said.
There is a semi-lime in this chapter!!!
Yomi is lying under his thinnest blankets, on top of his giant bed. His head rests against the ungodly amount of pillows and he is physically comfortable. He breathes softy but he is not asleep. He can't sleep, his conscious won't let him.
'Why the hell was I so stupid…he's going to hate me for that.' Yomi sighs and runs a hand through his long black hair, disentangling a few of the wild strands from around his horns. The stupid strands insisted on getting caught, and it was starting to annoy the blind lord. He had so many other things to worry about.
Kurama had said yes, but it wasn't any comfort to Yomi. Of course the kitsune had said yes after Yomi's little threat, after all it left him with little choice in the matter. He had had no choice and Yomi had had no choice. It was a pity that things had to follow such an atrocious path but Yomi just knew that he could fix it. He had to fix it unless he never wanted to make up for past mistakes. Kurama was a forgiving person now…
'Unless someone threatens his family. I just ordered more trouble than I can ever handle.' Yomi reaches upwards and runs a finger over the canopy above him. The silk material is soft and cool, contrasting completely with the hot and somewhat humid nights that Gandara offers. The blind lord smiles sadly and then quickly pulls his hand away from the canopy. He will get no sleep tonight, not with the self-loathing that his heart now contains.
He perks up his six pointed ears and listens, concentrating on the entire castle. Only a few two other people are awake. Youda is one of them; no doubt he has stayed up to do some sort of graphing or some other technological thing. The other one is Kurama. He's pacing about his room; obviously he has not been able to get to sleep either.
Yomi threw the blankets off and stands up slowly. His bare feet pad lightly against the warm floors as he walks over to a small area in the corner of his room. He pulls out two glasses, salts the rims, and begins to mix the drinks. Once the task is completed he puts the concoctions, the demon world equivalent of margaritas, into the small refrigerator.
He and Kurama had always been fairly heavy drinkers back in the day, granted Yomi always drunk more…effeminate…drinks. It was not like anything he had drunk didn't have the same punch; it had just tasted better in his opinion.
Hopefully Kurama wouldn't mind these types of drinks. Hopefully Kurama wouldn't mind having a drink with Yomi.
Yomi threw open the door to his room and began to walk through the corridors of the castle. The whole palace was humid, and Yomi made a note in his mind to buy some sort of air conditioner from the ningenkai. It would probably be expensive but comfort was worth a few extra gold pieces here and there. If it kept him nice and cool, and kept his generals and inferiors happy it would be worth several hundred gold pieces. He nods to himself and walks into Kurama's corridor of the castle.
Kurama is in his study, pacing back and forth to calm down his more Youko tendencies. He is trying to remain calm, now that he knows about the depth of Yomi's hatred. How could he of all people not realize that the demon lord was still a vicious idiot? Yes he had learned to plan ahead, yes he had learned to judge an enemy's weaknesses and use them to his advantage, but he was still a moron. That was the only explanation for his little threat. He obviously did not remember who he was dealing with.
The ex-thief-turned-reikitantei hits his palm on top of his desk. He's in a fierce mood. How can he not be, with things being the way that they are? Kurama slumps into his chair, a lovely thing carved perfectly to match the desk, and rests his head on his hands. He just needs to rest a few minutes, think things through. He needs to get ahead in the game before he falls too far behind.
A loud knock resounds and Kurama growls in frustration. The kitsune briefly wonders who could possibly be harassing him at this time of the night, but that question is remedied as soon as the door is opened. Yomi stands barefoot in the hallway, his hair disheveled, and a rather happy smile is plastered on his face.
"Kurama, I just wanted to check up on you and see if the room accommodations were to your liking." Yomi forces the happy-go-lucky smile onto his face and tries not to say anything to stupid or threatening. The kitsune had been backed forcibly into the proverbial corner earlier, and kitsunes always tended to bare their fangs at retched traps. If Yomi wanted to fix what he had done, he had to do it slowly and gently. It was made very clear by his earlier attempt that using a fast pace would not be appreciated. The game had to be slowed down.
"The lodging you have provided is rather nice. It suits my taste rather well, so I suppose that I should thank you for it; however, that does not mean that I will." Kurama's eyes are just brimming with hate and disgust but Yomi will not let that deteriorate him.
"You don't need to thank me, Kurama. I did this for you because I wanted to, and I just wanted to make sure that everything was alright with you." Yomi places his hand on the kitsune's shoulder. He feels flesh. A small blush comes to his cheeks when he realizes how much shorter Kurama is now. He used to tower over everyone at a might six foot seven inches. Now Yomi was willing to bet that the kitsune barely hit five foot nine inches when on his tiptoes.
"Well it is. If that was all…I really must get to sleep." Kurama makes to close the door but Yomi shoves his foot into the crack at the last second. "What is it really, Yomi?"
"Kurama, I wanted to know if you would have a drink with me, you know…for old time's sake?" Yomi's feet shuffle slightly on the ground. He is starting to feel nervous, like a tittering old fool. Kurama has changed so much…he feels so much more delicate and yet the same time he has this new strength. Kurama opens the door of his room and steps out into the hallway.
"I suppose I shall, after all I was having a bit of difficulty falling asleep. It's rather warm in here, don't you agree?" It is just then that Yomi recognizes the fact that Kurama does not have a shirt on. He forces the blush away from his cheeks, thankful that Kurama is still wearing pants. He can hear the fabric rustle with ever step that the kitsune takes. "I am assuming that you're going to lead the way, after all it is your castle."
"I'm going to get air-conditioning later this year…" Yomi mumbles uncertainly, yet again having to hold back a well meant comment. He wonders what Kurama would say if he declared it 'their castle.'
Knowing Kurama he would either be delighted or furious. Knowing the situation that he had haphazardly pushed the kitsune into the latter was more likely. He wished the former was, but this was how the gods had decided to treat him, this was the hand that fate had dealt, and damn it all he was going to do what he could with it. Kurama would find out slowly how Yomi felt if he didn't know already.
"This is my corridor and I have a mini-bar in my room." Kurama gave him a pointed look. "What is it my friend?"
"You always were a heavy drinker…even if you only drank girly drinks." Kurama laughs deeply, the first real laughter he has shed since he came to Gandara. "I remember you getting so smashed that you would hit on your reflection in the mirror, and actually felt insulted when it refused to answer! Please tell me that you have sake or something proper." The anger has dissipated momentarily. It's been so long since the kitsune has had a drink, after all in the ningenkai he has the perfect little son image to keep up.
"It depends on how you define proper my old friend," Yomi says as he opens the door to his room. He bows slightly and waves Kurama in. "Just come sit down and I'll get the drinks." Kurama follows Yomi into his room and sits calmly by the small bar. Yomi takes the drinks out of the fridge and sets one before Kurama. The kitsune looks at the drink and snorts softly.
"Margaritas? Yomi, I've been sober for over fifteen years and the first bit of alcohol you give me is a margarita?" Kurama cocks an eyebrow and looks at the demon lord. "Ah well, at least it is alcohol. Cheers." Kurama picks up the glass, tilts his head, and smiles. He licks the salt off of the rim, then throws back his head and chugs down the drink. Yomi claps lightly and then does the same. For the first time in a long time the two 'look' at one another and grin sincerely.
"Want another one? I have enough drinks back here to send this whole castle into a drunken stupor." Yomi begins to pour more drinks, not even bothering to wait for Kurama's response. The kitsune smiles and picks up another drink, sloshing it down as quickly as he did the first one.
"Can you believe I forgot how wonderful this sort of thing was? Since this is for old time's sake…we should talk about old times like before that happened. We can act like none of it happened for a night…can't we? We can just pretend that we're in our hideout, the others are asleep, and that we just came back from a really good heist. Remember the heists Yomi?" Kurama looks uncertain and he knows that he's babbling. He's been far to out of it for far too long, both in ningenkai and Maikai.
"Yes, I remember Kurama. You aren't smashed already…are you?" Yomi asks with a tinge of curiosity. Kurama's human body has never had alcohol so maybe its tolerance is low. Maybe the Maikai drinks were having a stronger effect on the human body. Whatever it is Yomi likes it. Kurama is being semi-friendly…
"Hm. Not yet Yomi, but who can tell what the night will bring?" Another drink is quickly eliminated, and then another, and another, and another. "It really has been a long time." Kurama yanks Yomi from behind the bar and sits the demon lord beside him. His arm wraps around Yomi's shoulder in an almost intimate way.
Yomi nods and begins to drink a bit more heavily himself. Kurama is going to get drunk fairly fast; it's obvious in the way that he is drinking. "It has been a rather long time since we've done something like this…do you think we'll get rambunctious enough to wake the others?" Yomi gestures around the room. Hopefully they wouldn't wake up everyone in the castle but you could never really tell what the crazy Youko was thinking.
"Na…" Kurama waves his hand dismissively. The heady drinks are already taking effect, he feels a bit woozy. He was happy to, it felt rather like floating on air. "You know how hard everyone sleeps after work; we're probably going to be the only ones awake for a very long time." Kurama's arm tightens slightly, pulling Yomi closer.
Kurama briefly wonders why their den doesn't seem familiar but he shakes off the feeling. A little too much to drink can do wonders to a demon's head; even if the drinks are girly. Maikai alcohol is hard stuff. He runs his hand through his silver…no red, hair. The others must have been playing tricks on him again, they had once tried to dye his hair green, but it had washed out fast enough.
"Yomi…do you know who was messing with my hair color again?" Kurama gestured to his head and Yomi shook his, playing along with the kitsune. Maybe he shouldn't have let Kurama at the liquor; his friend seemed to be a little to high up.
"No I don't know wh-hmmmgph!" Yomi gasps as Kurama's mouth comes down on his own. The kiss is sloppy on both sides. Yomi's first thought is to push the kitsune away, to save his friends dignity. All thoughts are erased when one of Kurama's soft hands caresses the side of his face and the other clutches at his hair. Kurama tugs gently at the locks, his drunken eyes looking were Yomi's eyes used to be.
"Kurama…" A soft gasp comes from Yomi's mouth as Kurama's fingers begin to massage his scalp right around his horns. Kurama shifts slightly and grabs Yomi by the hands.
"Bed now my little chastling," Kurama says. His eyes are hazed over, and flecked gold. He pulls Yomi to the bed and pushes him onto it, his lips firmly latching over the blind lords. A little whimper comes from Yomi's lips when Kurama nips sharply on them. Before the blind lord can protest Kurama is fighting for dominance in a vicious tongue war. Never one to be bested Yomi pushes roughly against Kurama, desperately trying to take control. The two broke apart panting and Kurama began to pull at Yomi's shirt.
"Relax…just calm yourself down pet." Kurama trailed kisses and nips down Yomi's neck, leaving a cool trail of saliva. The demon lord's hands found their way into Kurama's red hair and entwined in the crimson locks. Kurama smirks, not the sort of grin that a human would possess. The warm mouth latches on to a nipple and begins to suck softly, occasionally nipping at the hardening flesh. Yomi lets out a soft scream and thrusts wildly, trying to rub against some part of the kitsune.
One of Kurama's hands found its way to Yomi's hip and pushed down. The demon lord shakes his head, not knowing what to do. He loves Kurama and being this way with him-a shudder over takes his form. He doesn't know what to do. Yomi lets out an aspirated sigh as the Youko playfully nips his way down the blind lord's stomach. Yomi's pants are ripped off of his body suddenly. Yomi tries to pull away, suddenly realizing how bad it would be if their activities were to continue.
"You're evil…and drunk…" Yomi cocks his head to the side in uncertainty. Kurama's hands seem to be everywhere all at once. Vines. Yomi doesn't know whether he should laugh or cry. Kurama was so far gone…a vine sinks in-between Yomi's legs to touch his length. A soft sob came from Yomi's lips and he quickly pulled away. He couldn't do this. He loved the kitsune, and he wouldn't let the kitsune do something like this when he was drunk.
That is when the unthinkable happens. Teeth sink into Yomi's flesh, marking his as claimed. Yomi yanks away, and quickly begins to feel around for his cloths. Once he finds his pants he pulls them on, ignoring his own discomfort and arousal. Kurama's emotional needs should be met, not his drunken psychical ones.
"Yomi…what's you doing?" Kurama looks curiously at Yomi. The demon lord can't find his shirt so he rummages through his bandages and finds one to put over the mark. Hopefully it will be enough to deter Kurama from looking at it when he is sober again.
"You'll regret this in the morning…I can't let you continue." Yomi pushes a few strands of hair back into place and sits back down on the bed. The kitsune's arms immediately encircle him, pulling him into a tight embrace. Warm air accosts Yomi's ears as Kurama pants slightly.
"I never regret my conquests, Yomi." Kurama breathes drunkenly into Yomi's ear and then nibbles on the lobe. The demon lord sighs and presses his hand onto Kurama's cheek.
"Well, I'm tired then. We can play in the morning," Yomi says. He knows that he's passing up the only opportunity he is probably ever going to have at physical intimacy with his love. It doesn't matter to him, because these aren't the conditions that he wants to take Kurama under. "Let's just take a nice nap."
Kurama nods and then basically passes out. Yomi smiles while running his hands through the red hair. Kurama doesn't need to know about this part of him, Kurama doesn't care that Yomi cares. It doesn't matter, just like physical pleasure doesn't matter. He's in love, so only Kurama's happiness counts. He cares, so he has to pretend that he doesn't care. Kurama curls up against him, causing Yomi to smile. He'll explain this away in the morning, and everything will be forgotten.
A soft kiss is placed on Kurama's forehead and a blanket is pulled up and over the pair. At least he has tonight…at least he has his dreams.