Hiyori's head buzzed like electricity when his hands mapped out her bare skin. His lips moved with urgency against hers, tasting and caressing her own mouth with his tongue.

"Where-… have you been?" Hiyori asked between returning his heavy kisses.

It had been almost an hour later than his usual arrival time. But the god wasted no time in immediately undressing her and capturing her lips.

Yato pulled away, both to answer her, and so he could quickly relieve himself of his shirt. Their clothes gathered in a pile on the kitchen floor beside them.

"Sorry, sorry - Yukine was badgering me. Mostly just wanted to know where I was going and what I was doing," he explained.

His hands found her breasts, his fingers prodding her hardened nipples. Her back arched off the wall he cornered her in. She felt his warm breath against her neck when he leaned in to plant a kiss there. Hiyori sighed, her eyes fluttered shut, and she relaxed against his touch.

"What…" she licked her dry lips, "did you tell him?"

"Well, I just told him I'm doing you tonight."

Her eyes snapped open, and all bliss from his advances was lost.

"W-what?! You said that??" Hiyori cried, absolutely mortified. She shoved him away.

It was only once he started laughing that Hiyori realized he was messing with her. She crossed her arms over her naked chest and turned her cheek.

"That's not funny!" She retorted.

"You worry too much," he rolled his eyes at her, then gave her an evil grin. "Bend over~"

Hiyori bit her lip. She was a bit hesitant to do what she was told after being bothered by his remark, but she had no choice but to listen to her god.

She turned around and rested her hands over the kitchen table. With her backside presented towards him now, Yato pulled off his remaining clothes and approached her.

Hiyori felt his body heat once he was close enough. She tried to look at him over her shoulder, but by then, she was being pinned down from behind, her upper body connecting roughly with the table. Her chest was pressed against the wooden material, her breasts spilling out at each side.

Hiyori gasped, mainly out of surprise. However, that gasp quickly turned into a strangled moan when he forced himself inside her. He gave her no time to recover from his sudden entrance before he was already pounding into her.

"Now…" Yato gritted his teeth, "s-say my name."

His hands were clasped at her waist, and her ass clapped each time it collided with his heavy hips.

Hiyori whimpered and held onto the table for dear life. "Y-Yato-sama…!"

The shrill sound of his phone ringing broke the god's thoughts. He groaned, reaching across the table for it. He flipped it open and held it up to his ear, answering while still continuing to thrust into her.

"Yeah, whaddaya want?"

"Yato, what the hell?!"

Of course - who else could it be besides his pesky Regalia?

"You can't just disappear without telling anyone where you're going, y'know!" Yukine cried from the other side of the phone.

"I'm fine, I'm fine! Quit worrying!"

Yato lightly scratched down Hiyori's back with his free hand, leaving pink streaks all along her perfect skin. When his hand reached her ass, he squeezed the swell of it in his heavenly grip.

"Y-yes…! RIght there…~" Hiyori sighed in pleasure.

"Is that Hiyori?" Yukine asked. "Are you at her place again?"

"Ah - you wanna talk to her?"

Yato leaned over, his chest pressing to her back. He put his mouth to her ear to be sure she'd hear him through her own panting.

"Go on," he smirked, "it's for you~..."

Hiyori's face was suddenly flaming before she could process what was happening. "W-wait! B-but we're…-!"

Suddenly, the phone was being slipped into her open palm, and she was unwillingly answering.

"H-hello…?"

"Hiyori? Yato's with you?" The Regalia asked.

"Uh - yes," she replied, biting back a silent moan. "We're…-" she swallowed hard as she managed all her strength to keep her voice steady, "at my apartment."

Hiyori was so terribly hot and wet. And his beautiful friction was only making it more difficult.

"I knew he had to be there. Is he bothering you?"

She could barely concentrate on anything else, much less hold a conversation. Hiyori's face contorted when Yato hit her most sensitive spot. Her whole body shifted forward against the table with each thrust he made.

More, more! Right there - harder!

"Quite the - opposite, a-actually…" she mumbled, her voice wavering.

"What?" Yukine's cluelessness was audible through the speaker.

Yato finally retrieved the phone from Hiyori, straightened up and held it to his ear. Hiyori released a breath of relief, finally able to freely voice her pleasure again.

"See? It's fine, Yukine!" The god reassured him.

Yato bit his bottom lip at the coil twisting in the pit of his stomach. Her walls were contracting around his cock, which meant she was close too.

"This is the fourth time this week that you-!"

"Okay - gotta go!"

Without a second thought, Yato snapped his phone shut and carelessly tossed it aside. He returned to the more important task at hand; fucking his miko.

His momentum increased as he slammed into her, each time more powerful than the last. They were both moaning and breathing loudly together now.

Eventually, with one last aggressive groan, the god stilled and released his load deep inside her. Then, it was her turn to cry out for him in the midst of her orgasm.

"My god…~!!" She screamed, feeling her body getting filled to the brim.

Yato waited for her last wave of ecstasy before he pulled out. A mixture of both their juices leaked out of her. Once he gained his ability to breathe again, the god turned Hiyori over onto her back and settled for a few more kisses. She smiled weakly and kissed him too.

He was considering round two when the doorbell suddenly chimed. They both jolted upright, looking in the direction of the front door.

"Hiyori?! Yato?! It's me!"

Hiyori's eyes widened when she realized the familiar voice. "Y-Yukine-kun? What's he doing here?"

Yato groaned aloud. "That damn kid…!" He cursed under his breath.

Their nerves were set alight, and they both hurried to gather their clothes off the floor.

"Go clean yourself up," Yato told her, quickly pulling on his pants. "I'll handle this."

Hiyori nodded and brought her clothes with her into the bathroom, quickly closing the door behind her.

Yato threw on his shirt and gathered the scraps of his sanity before opening the door. Orange eyes stared back at him.

"You're sweaty and out of breath."

Yato's face twitched. He was definitely going to have a headache by the end of the night.

"Is that unusual?"

Yukine kicked off his shoes and tucked them at the step.

"Not for you."

Yato glared at him from the corner of his eye as he brushed past. He closed the door, rather aggressively in response.

His Regalia had interrupted his private time with Hiyori twice, and now he was insulting him? Yukine was on thin ice.

He stepped inside, suddenly stopping in the middle of the apartment. He made a sour face as he scanned the whole kitchen and living room.

"Smells kinda funky in here."

Yato hadn't even realized it until then. He rushed to open a nearby window and let in some fresh air, feeling the slight breeze against his reddened face.

"Are you hungry?" He asked, immediately changing the topic.

"Um," Yukine seemed puzzled by his reaction, "yeah, I guess."

Sweating and strange behavior wasn't new for his master. If anything, it was expected. He decided to brush it off.

"Good," Yato replied, "I'll make us something to eat. Just shut up and go watch TV, or something."

Not much longer after he started cooking, Hiyori emerged from the bathroom. Her hair was wet, and she was wearing new clothes. She noticed Yukine alone on the couch while he played a random racing video game. She approached Yato, who was stirring steaming vegetables in a pot.

"Are we in the clear?" Hiyori whispered.

Yato held up his thumb in response without looking at her. She sighed heavily, relieved. She smiled and stared at the back of the boy's head thoughtfully.

"Even if it's quite unexpected, I'm glad I get to see him."

The god beside her scoffed. "Yeah, right…!" He commented sarcastically.

"What's wrong?" She asked, taken aback by his bitter attitude.

"It's him!" He gestured towards his Regalia across the room with his wooden spoon then whispered, "I don't get why he has to know where I am every second of the day. I'm here almost every day, and he knows it…!"

"He's just worried, that's all," she tried to reassure him. "And besides, he's my guest tonight as much as you are."

"If he wasn't here…-" Yato paused to look over his shoulder and check that Yukine wasn't paying attention before he lowered his voice and continued. "If it wasn't for him, we'd still be having sex…!"

Hiyori crossed her arms and gave him a skeptical look. "So you're mad because you're not in my bed right now?" She whispered.

"Yes - no!" The god groaned, irritated. "That's not what I meant! It wasn't supposed to be the three of us tonight. I wanted to be alone, just you n' me."

"Yato, he doesn't know. That's on us!" She told him sternly.

"I know, I know!"

Hiyori grabbed one of his beers from the fridge and placed it on the kitchen counter beside him.

"Relax. And behave yourself…!" Hiyori reprimanded, hoping the alcohol would be enough to get rid of his bad attitude.

He sighed in defeat as she retreated to her room. He retrieved his beer and cracked it open, taking big gulps of it.

. . . .

Hiyori finally rejoined them not long after dinner was ready. However, it wasn't until she observed Yukine setting his full plate of food down that she remembered; that was the table they had just had sex on.

She came to a screeching halt, terror-stricken by the image of her bent over right where he was sitting. Yato saw her expression and followed her gaze. He paused as he tried to think what would've caused that reaction, then it all clicked. He sucked in his breath and used his hand to cover his reddened face.

"Something wrong?" Yukine asked innocently.

"N-no - of course not! It's nothing," Hiyori replied, hoping to remain calm, even though she was internally freaking out.

The only thing that was more awkward were the few minutes that followed, with nothing but the sound of silverware scraping against their plates as they ate, and the occasional throat-clearing and seat-shifting every second. They both gave secret glances to each other across the table, horrified by the knowledge that their third companion lacked.

Yukine lifted his head and noticed the strange, nonverbal conversation they were sharing. The uncomfortable tension was palpable. He suddenly felt out of place.

Sensing eyes on them, Yato and Hiyori turned their heads.

"Should I leave?" He asked, breaking the silence.

"No." "Yes."

Hiyori glared at Yato. She kicked him under the table.

"Ow!" He winced in pain.

She then turned to her blonde friend and smiled kindly. "You're always welcome here, Yukine-kun."

The young Regalia grinned widely. "Thanks, Hiyori."

Then, Yukine shot a fiery scowl at his master. He kicked him in the shin as well, much like Hiyori just had.

"Ahck!" Yato cried out. "Would everyone stop hurting me?!"

. . . .

When it appeared that alcohol wasn't the answer to solving Yato's bitterness, Hiyori set out for a more productive strategy to release his frustrations out than beating Yukine in a video game. However, not too long after they finished their third round, and Yukine had won, the god became bored and sought out a different form of entertainment.

It took a moment before Hiyori realized what was happening. She felt a strong arm wrap around her lower back, and then fingernails softly scratching at the outside of her thigh. She gasped in surprise, her eyes darting away from the TV screen and meeting piercing blue eyes and a twisted grin. Of course; who else should she have expected?

Fear set in, knowing the Regalia was on the other side of the couch. She glanced over at him, but found Yukine too absorbed in the fast-paced game and distracting music. Only then did Hiyori's worry ease, and she felt safe enough to finally surrender to her god.

The same fingers that had just been at her waist were now approaching her stomach, up her shirt. He reached further up until he could feel her soft breast fill his palm.

Yato turned back to the game, and the side of his face she could still see was smirking at her. He made an attempt to seem unsuspecting to Yukine, but from the way he lazily flicked the buttons of the controller with his other hand, Hiyori could tell where his mind was.

Yato felt her tension cease as he continued, massaging her slowly. Hiyori tilted her head back and sighed as quietly as she could.

Her mind was suddenly only able to process him, and the pleasant aching formed between her legs. She didn't know her body could even react to the slightest touches.

"I won again!!"

Startled, Yato ripped his hand away from her body, leaving her cold and disappointed. Hiyori's eyes flashed open.

Yukine pumped his controller in the air victoriously. His player was in first place, Yato had managed to somehow pass in fourth, and Hiyori lost to tenth.

"Alright, that's enough," Yato groaned. "Maybe we should get going now."

His Blessed Vessel blinked. "We're leaving?"

"Already?" Hiyori asked in dismay. She stood up and fixed her ruffled shirt.

"Ah," he answered, "it's getting dark."

Hiyori and Yukine both glanced out the balcony doors. The city was cast in a dark blue hue, and the street lights were already on.

Hiyori pouted. She wanted to try and convince Yato to stay somehow, but she knew Yukine wouldn't make it very far by himself at night. She knew his fear of the dark.

She sighed. "I suppose it is a bit late."

Yato could see the hidden sorrow in her eyes, even though he knew she tried to hide it. That was the broken face he pictured in his head whenever he left her alone in the middle of the night.

He wanted to say something, but there was nothing he could say without accidentally spilling their secret to Yukine in earshot.

The god and his Regalia collected their shoes by the door. After they said their goodbyes, they both headed out.

When Yato lingered in the doorway, he caught sight of Hiyori bowing deeply to him. She straightened again and made direct eye contact. With one foot out the door, he watched with unmatched attentiveness as she lifted her shirt and teased him with her naked chest.

In his shock, Yato's hand slipped from the door handle. The front door immediately closed in front of him, sealing away his precious miko and her magnificent body.