I really enjoyed this one. *smirk* R&R please! -Samron

Kurama's eyes opened. It was that feeling after waking from such a deep sleep that no thoughts were going. His eyes were tired, but his body finally at peace. He heard an unfamiliar noise of a fire near him, and a warmth around him that was perfect. He took in a deep breath that satisfied his lungs as he barely adjusted his head where it rested. He swallowed as the scents around him began to wake him more than his own mind.

He didn't know that scent.

His eyes shot opened all the way, but he remained calm as the smell of Marshall's butterscotch pine reminded him of his night. He didn't dare move as to not wake the man behind him, he kept his breathing calm as he focused on those roses. He enjoyed them—the glow from the fire illuminated their petals beautifully, and now since the one light that was on before was now off, the glow from the fire was all that lit the room. There were small windows high above each bookshelf on the walls, so Kurama could see that the sun was waking. He stared a bit longer at the light peeking through, surprised he'd been out for this long. He did not intend on staying here all night… but, he didn't really think about how his night would end.

He rested his eyes as his thoughts went through the night before. He swallowed remembering the moans coming from his own mouth, the sounds he made for this man. The way he moved his body for him… He glanced back nervously. The more he woke the more reality harassed him. He knew it had to be done, but he still couldn't believe he had done it—and in such a… primitive way. He glared at nothing as he remembered the moans coming from Marshall as well, the way he allowed the man to touch his body.

He closed his eyes, letting out a sigh as he felt his face heat up and stomach swirl with anxiety. He looked down at himself to see a dark red blanket sloppily placed over their bodies and the man's arm wrapped around him loosely. His own skin was quite pale compared to Marshall's… he felt his face grow hot again as the known, but unfamiliar feeling of butterflies hit his stomach.

His mouth barely opened to take in a harsher breath, now feeling some anger, what was this? He frowned in worry as he wasn't sure how he was going to get out of here—because that feeling he'd just felt was a big signal too him to get out now. Just looking at those arms got his blood pumping, and he didn't want to stick around to find out why. The man moved behind him, and Kurama froze. 'Please don't wake up… please…' He thought to himself as he waited, listening to his breathing intently.

Marshall shifted some more as Kurama felt the hand resting in front of him move and grip around him tighter. Kurama closed his eyes in shame as he felt Marshall move again, and gently clear his throat.

He was waking up.

Fuck.

Finally, Marshall's body turned some and Kurama eyes widened in embarrassment as he felt the bare skin of his butt against Marshall's stomach. He closed his eyes, as the anxiety continued to grow inside him. This was quite the wake-up call—and he was not enjoying the shame of it. He glanced down at their bodies again, not able to ignore the blanket. He had to silently thank Marshall for that, at least this man was considerate. But, out of all the things he himself was missing right now, was the lack of shame that accompanied him during his heat. Now that it was gone, even though he was thankful, the mask it provided was convenient.

"Hmm." Marshall's voice was deeper due to his sleepiness and feeling his chest rumble behind him made Kurama's face flush again.

Marshall's hand moved to Kurama's stomach and slid it up his chest, stopping at his collar bone area before relaxing. He watched Marshall's hand as it did so, and to his surprise, this sent surges of energy through his body as well as feeling heat rush to his crotch. He swallowed hard as he was shocked his body was still responding this way. By this point his heart was starting to pick up, and his adrenaline was kicking in. Kurama blamed that on his confusion, and strong desire to escape this ridiculous situation.

Marshall slowly pushed his body up, now leaning on his elbow, still holding Kurama close. Kurama wouldn't allow himself to be craven, so he turned back to face the half-naked stranger behind him. His hips still faced forward due to Marshall's body blocking, but his torso was now resting against the couch behind him. He was entirely aware of how he got here, but he was still struggling with the thought that he was here.

To his surprise he felt his heart skip once as he looked back to Marshall. His sleepy eyes still sparkling blue, kind, and as welcoming as usual. But the confidence coming from them, even while barely awake, still caught Kurama off guard. He couldn't ignore that it was an attribute to admire.

Marshall smiled down to him, still trying to wake himself up fully, while Kurama took advantage of these few seconds to look him over, satisfying his curiosity. But, feeling his pride's quiet reprimand, reminding himself he was better than this.

The man's brown hair was messy, but it altered nothing concerning his attractiveness. Apparently he had unbuttoned his shirt all the way at some point, because now Kurama was able to see his bare chest and stomach that his eyes easily took in. He felt his face heat up again, as he scanned Marshall's warm skin tone that covered subtle abs, a large ribcage with muscle clear, and his pecs that fit perfectly. He felt Marshall's eyes on him, so he looked up to them as his heart picked up even more.

"Good morning." Marshall spoke, still a little raspy as his eyes stayed confidently locked with Kurama's, barely displaying a quaint smile.

Kurama looked to the man, realizing his defenses were up, yet he was the one who put himself here. He took in a deep breath, allowing the man to feel his discomfort as he looked away. …this wasn't the greatest of mornings. He hadn't been eating much lately, and yesterday he'd skipped all lunch and dinner, only to have ice cream and sake for energy. And then… their physical activities afterwards would make anyone tired. He again, wasn't sure what to say to him, so instead he looked away, back to the Juliet Roses.

"Hm." Marshall chuckled quietly as he leaned over. "You passed out quick."

Holding his breath, Kurama hated the fact he'd done that. He glanced back to the man, wearing zero expression as he thought of what to do or say next…

"Hey…" Marshall whispered, noticing the tension, as his hand gently slid up to Kurama's face.

Instinctively Kurama snapped his to head over fully face him, shooting him a look of warning. Noting quickly how unjust his reaction was but having zero clue on how to deal with this situation; especially with his body still reacting in ways he didn't want it to.

Marshall perked up some, now waking a bit more in reaction. "Woah." He frowned, removing his hand. "That's a look."

Kurama swallowed openly, still allowing Marshall to see his nerves. If he couldn't speak, he provide some transparency. Marshall studied his face calmly as his own expression became more serious, he was fully awake now as he continued to study Kurama. He blinked, seeming distracted suddenly as he now notice that same thing Kurama had. Their naked bodies together. His eyebrows barely went up as his distracted eyes followed Kurama's body all the way to the blanket, taking it all in with disbelief, his breathing picked up and he looked back to Kurama again with a gentle sigh of defeat.

"I still can't believe you're real." He smiled softer this time, as he kept his eyes locked with Kurama, waiting for a response.

"…" Was his pride really that petty? Or was he panicking?

Marshall huffed out a different smile this time, looking down to think while he softly shook his head. He seemed to admire how Kurama was acting right now, and that made Kurama annoyed. He wasn't 'cute' or 'funny', he was forced to be here and wanted to leave now. But… at the same time, his damned politeness that was programmed into him. This man had made a tough situation for Kurama, far better than he stressed about. He owed him some.

Kurama kept his eyes locked on him, making sure to stay on guard. Marshall pulled his hand away from Kurama's, and barely slid his fingers down Kurama's chest and stomach, to his hip and over to his lower back. Now slipping his hand under the blanket. Kurama's eyes widened, stunned by this man's lack of hesitation toward his fuck off vibe. Marshall's warm hand sliding onto his butt shot adrenaline through him, and his crotch reacted immediately.

Kurama gasped out, "Stop."

Marshall stopped but didn't remove his hand as he looked at Kurama with a playful smirk, "Why?" he asked calmly, clearly feeling triumphant that he'd broken Kurama's silence.

Eyes wide as an idiot's Kurama started blankly at the man, completely dumbfounded as to how to respond. Why!? Also, he wasn't in the mood to play. He needed to get out of here and forget this ever happened. Yet here he stayed, humoring Marshall. Why didn't he have a reason to stop him?

Kurama swallowed harder this time as he felt his face flushing again, continuing to stare in surprised by Marshall's brashness. Marshall's smirk grew even bigger as he clearly noticed Kurama's blush, taking it all in with silent delight. He then took in a deeper breath this time as he looked down at Kurama's body again.

"Would if I don't want to." He spoke deeper, yet quieter as he leaned down to touch his lips to Kurama's upper arm, locking his eyes with Kurama's while doing so.

Kurama's heart skipped again, and his breathing picked up and blood began to pump to his crotch, feeling aroused by that confidence. Marshall noticed Kurama's breathing change, so he slid his hand the rest of the way into the back of Kurama's partially pulled down pants—now grasping a full handful of his ass. Kurama was frozen. He'd never had a normal person push their boundaries with him like this! And he honestly had no idea how to handle it… Clearly his body liked Marshall's touch, but his mind hadn't caught up to the moment! He couldn't believe he was reacting sexually, but again, he'd never been in this type of situation.

He let himself breathe out, now looking away from Marshall, thoughts flying through his head as he tried to put things together all at the same time, attempting to ignore the man's hand. Laying here pretending nothing was happening was definitely not the answer—but Kurama's mind was shot after this last month of emotional stress. And… again, he knew he was attracted to Marshall, but was he still? Even after his heat!?

Marshall smiled with pride as he looked down to his own hand, watching his hand grab and feel Kurama. Now sliding his lips across his arm again, he looked back to admire the beautiful person that lay in front of him.

…This was ridiculous. Kurama barely thought as his eyes closed on their own, finding himself getting lost in desire again.

"Mmm." Marshall hummed out as he continued to glide his lips across Kurama's arm, feeling him as much as he could with his hand.

Then, Marshall's hand slide over Kurama's hip and to the front of him—placing his hand onto his manhood. Kurama's eyes snapped opened as his hand swiftly moved down to stop Marshall and turned all the way back to face him directly. Shock still displayed for him.

"What are you doing?" Kuarma couldn't believe he was whispering right now.

Marshall looked down at their hands, then back to Kurama with confidence. "Touching you."

Kurama breathed out in frustration as he felt Marshall's hand move on his hardness. Feeling his harsh look falter, setting his teeth, and allowing a small bit of snarl to snap off his lips. He was pissed he was already this aroused, and even more annoyed his hand was simply placed on Marshall's, not stopping him. Had he lost it?

Marshall continued to study his face fully, almost as if reading his status to be sure he wasn't pushing too far. "Would you like me to stop?" Marshall raised his eyebrows in full attention, but hand still gently moving as his face showed confidence behind his bluff.

Kurama's eyes were still wide as he stared back up to Marshall, he thought quickly as to what he should do. He'd never done this outside of his heat. Sex the first time was traumatic, and the second not even twelve hours ago… and now this? He was taken off guard… that never happened, but he never allowed himself to be in these situations, so of course he set himself up for failure by falling asleep last night.

He shouldn't be doing this… right?

He never thought to allow himself this sort of luxury. Feeling he didn't deserve such a thing; this option had been taken off the table long ago. Considering the fact he stole this slot in the human world—taking advantage of them for his own self-preservation. But here he was, idiotically caught in a position to potentially enjoy another human being in a way he never thought he'd allow.

He couldn't answer Marshall. He didn't get to say what he wanted, did he? He didn't deserve to…

Marshall began stroking Kurama with more intention, now going up and down, and each touch and movement made Kurama's body buzz with pleasure. Kurama's hand stayed with Marshall's but there was no resistance with his touch. It wasn't just pure lust this time, his emotions were caught in it—his thoughts wouldn't stop. His eyes weakened some, now feeling anxiety rush through his chest as his eye's snapped back to Marshall's.

"Please…" Kurama barely spoke out as his arousal was taking charge, weakening his hand even more. Marshall continued to move, rhythm sending a pleasurable heat all over Kurama's body.

"Hahh…" Kurama felt shame, and vulnerable all at once…

He never would have thought doing this outside his heat would provoke such emotions. He wasn't dumb, sex was a complicated thing, he knew that… but he never thought he'd know what it truly involved. Marshall looked back into Kurama's eyes—clearly taking in all he could. His breathing now matching Kurama's.

Was Kurama really allowing this man to have something he never thought he'd give another? The way he thought about it was his heat was an obligatory task attached to Yoko, it had nothing to do with the deepest parts of him… he had to follow through in order to stay alive and strong. But… as Shuichi, he'd never experienced a moment like this. Nothing even close.

Was he about to give Marshall, Shuichi?

His emotions were all over, his actual self was a part of this—instead of a crazed demon needing to finish a task. Right now, all he felt he was, was human. Marshall continued to move on Kurama, going harder now, making Kurama gasp out louder this time.

"Mmmmm..." Marshall grit out a moan as he again pulled Kurama's body against his, making him go back to his side. Hand now fully pushing into Kurama's pants, taking advantage of feeling each part of Kurama's manhood.

"Ah-" Kurama breathed harshly, now beginning to pant, realizing that he was too tired to let his mind keep up. He'd already been pulled in, submitting to Marshall again, not wanting anything to stop. Marshall breathed into Kurama's ear, continuing to please him. Kurama relaxed his head as he now allowed himself to enjoy.

"I hoped you wouldn't." Marshall whispered, satisfied with Kurama's submission.

Marshall then removed his hand, knocking Kurama out of the haze of his lust. He threw the blanket off of them, moving with haste as he pulled Kurama's jeans and underwear off him entirely. Then, undoing his own pants as he pushed them down some. Kurama watched; he was enjoying this—and he'd deal with that later.

Seeing Marshall's erection took him off guard but made his face flush hotter than ever this time. He couldn't believe the stuff he'd already done with this man, but here he was in the fresh morning light, watching him closer and allowing him to do even more.

Marshall got up to his knees, moving quickly to pull off his shirt entirely, allowing Kurama to see his body. He focused on going fast, not allowing much quiet in between his movements. He moved back down over Kurama, to look into his eyes. His in a bit of panic, similar to last night. This time with more excitement though, as he pushed his nakedness against Kurama's butt. Kurama continued to stare, Marshall reached quickly to grab Kurama's jaw, bringing him into a lustful kiss. Marshall's body was fully over Kuarma's, and Kurama couldn't believe this was happening, but it felt so good, so he let go—kissing the man back.

He enjoyed Marshall's lack of boundaries, and roughness toward him. Everyone else either distanced themselves, walked around like he, or even they, may break if they got too close. Marshall was a different type of person; clearly choosing to be oblivious to his cold exterior. He'd never met someone like him before.

"..Mmhmmm.." Marshall moaned out loud this time as he grabbed Kurama's hip, adjusting him correctly, glancing down quickly to take in Kurama's nakedness below him.

Kurama put his up hand up to rest on Marshall's face, not even sure what he himself was doing. But he allow instinct to take over. He guided Marshall's face back to his, Marshall fully complying with his physical request, allowing Kurama to finally feel a bit caught up. They were now kissing in a sort of familiarity. Surprised that word was felt, as his hand slid through Marshall's hair, moaning out again. Everything was going so fast this time, but he decided to get lost once more. Besides, it may be a bit cruel to the poor man to stop now. So, Kurama arched his back as he felt Marshall's hardness push into him for the second time.

"Hhaa-!" Kurama breathed out as he broke the kiss, distracted by feeling him inside him for the second time.

Marshall was taking him quickly this time, and Kurama was shocked to be the one catching up. But he was doing fine now, as he deepened their kiss. Marshall leaned even lower now, as he pushed into Kurama. Opening his mouth to him, Kurama gasped out, adjusting his body to allow Marshall full access. Finally shutting his mind out and letting his body rule.

Marshall slid his tongue into Kurama's mouth, who welcomed the warmth. He pressed his weight against Kurama as he shifted most of it onto his own elbow, still kissing him, and slowly trusting into him while doing so. His other hand went back to Kurama's manhood, beginning to stroke him again, up and down.

Kurama was engulfed with lust as he finally relaxed, only feeling Marshall's continued gentleness inside him, over and over. He closed his eyes, face close to Marshall's, not bothered… but comforted. Marshall now began placing small kisses on Kurama's neck and shoulder, all while breathing loudly and taking care of his body.

It all went so fast, but as Marshall's teeth grazed Kurama's neck several times he felt himself coming close to orgasm much faster this time.

"AHH-!" He moaned out loudly.

Marshall had moved over Kurama even more, as he brought Kurama's moaning mouth back to his. Sticking his tongue in, Kurama arched his body back for Marshall to continue, still moaning. This was a side of him he wasn't sure existed—but here he was giving it to this person he knew nothing about. Removing his hand from Kurama's manhood, he then grabbed Kurama's hip and began moving faster. He pulled away from their kiss but kept his forehead on Kurama's while he continued to take him, panting along with him.

Kurama had never been this close to someone's eyes before…

…unless he was killing them.

He gasped out at the thought of his own humanity, seeing pure in Marshall's eyes as he saw the exact opposite. Marshall looked to him with trust, and Kurama took him in, not able to deny that trust. They're breathing matched as Kurama felt himself lost in those blue crystals, zoning out enough to feel comfortable with someone staring back through him. But… terrified he might see…

The adrenaline was something he'd ever felt before. Marshall finally got a few more thrusts in as he began to cum. Kurama felt his orgasm as well as his heart ache, Marshall brought him to another deep kiss, moaning softly into his mouth. He wasn't sure why or what he was feeling, but again, this was something he had never allowed to be acknowledged. This man somehow snuck through the cracks of Kurama's soul, exposing it to the both of them.

Now torso twisted to his back again, hips still forward allowing Marshall's way as he held him tight, finishing inside of Kurama. "-Uhhh—uh…" Marshall grunted out on Kurama's mouth, breaking their kiss momentarily to breathe through his orgasm.

Kurama closed his eyes, gasping out, enjoying his as well. Tracing his lips over Marshall's while they enjoyed finishing each other for the second time. Marshall breathed out shakily as he submitted to Kurama, lowering his head to kiss him once more. This kiss was different though, it was gentle, slow, and vulnerable. Kurama enjoyed feeling his softness while they both silently took each other in.

Kurama eventually broke the kiss as he looked back to those eyes… and seeing Marshall's expression made his chest ache. His mind clearly racing like Kurama's, and now that they're movements had slowed Kurama finally noticed the slight trembling from Marshall.

"Are you alright?" he asked gently, still keeping eye contact with Marshall.

Marshall dropped his head, clearly annoyed, as he glanced away to nowhere. Understanding Kurama was asking about his shaking.

"Heh…" He barely made a noise as he looked back to Kurama. "It's been a while since I've-" hesitating, he again looked away for nothing. Kurama patiently waited as he rested his head back on the couch, again realizing how tired he was.

"I guess…" Marshall frowned. "I haven't felt that, before." He barely smiled.

Kurama blinked. Surprised Marshall just spoke words he himself was just thinking moments before. Marshall smiled again, but this time to hide emotion, eyes glimmering with sadness.

"I may not know you much, but I quite like you." He forced another pathetic smile as he looked confidently into Kurama's eyes.

Kurama couldn't respond but kept his eyes steady with Marshall's.