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Kurama walked slowly through the outskirts of Autumn Village. To the rare passerby he looked deep in thought, no doubt contemplating his divine duties or, more likely, strategy for the latest game to catch his interest. If they looked a little closer he might appear somewhat tired, most likely from having stayed up too late again while immersed in his favourite pastime.
In reality Kurama was tired, but it had nothing to do with lack of sleep.
It was simply one of those days.
When his soul felt restless but cold. When his thoughts drifted like leaves on the wind. When his body and mind fell out of sync, disconnected in a way that had nothing to do with species or gender, a pervasive ache of wrongness that followed him no matter what form he took.
His games sat unfinished, abandoned in the middle of playing. He would sit down, set them up, and after only a few minutes find himself staring at the cards or pieces or screen unable to so much as lift a finger to continue. It wasn’t that it didn’t want to, far from it - he simply couldn’t. It was as if a chasm had opened up where his passion usually lay, drawing it into the void.
Leaving him hollow.
It would pass. It always did. But until then he could do little more than try his best to weather it.
“Hey birdbrain!”
Kurama stopped. Sighed. Turned to find Kai jogging down the path behind him wearing a grin that promised trouble. His friend, his enemy, his perpetual headache and light of his life, was not someone Kurama felt capable of dealing with right then.
Oblivious as always to Kurama’s personal boundaries, Kai flung an arm around his shoulder and jostled him roughly.
“What are you moping around here for huh? Come down to Yachiyo’s at least! She just got a new shipment of silvervine, bet that’ll get the stick outta your a-”
“Not today, Kai,” Kurama said quietly, momentarily surprised by how exhausted he sounded before that emotion, too, was lost to the abyss.
Kai took a step back and looked at him - really looked. Saw the slope of his shoulders, the pallor of his face, the emptiness in his usually vibrant eyes. Understood instinctively what Kurama was unable to explain.
Kai softened immediately.
“I’m sorry baby,” he said. “Truce?”
Kurama nodded. “Truce.”
Kai put his arm around his shoulders again, but gently, and drew Kurama into an embrace. Kurama closed his eyes and let his head drop onto Kai’s shoulder, breathing in the familiar scents of smoke, spice and ever-present tang of alcohol. It helped about as much as anything could.
“I've got you,” said Kai, hand warm and heavy as he rubbed Kurama’s back.
They simply stood there for a while, as the breeze stirred the leaves around their feet and the sun began her dip towards the horizon. A rare moment of peace.
“Hey,” Kai said eventually, voice a low, soothing purr. “How about we go back to your place and I’ll help you feel good for a while?”
“Mm.” Kurama took a slow, deep breath and gathered himself, managing to lean away from Kai’s warmth. “I would like that.”
He wanted to feel good.
He wanted to feel anything.
Kurama had a laundry list of complaints about Kai that was easily a mile long, but one word that would never grace it was ‘inattentive’.
Kai was intense, and when that intensity was focused he became a force to be reckoned with. Playing, fighting, fucking, it didn’t matter - if it was worthy of his time it got his undivided attention. Kurama shivered under his gaze, not so much from the hunger in his eyes but because of what it promised.
Neither of them were fond of scented oils, scattered petals, or smouldering incense. They were pointless in the long run, a distraction at best and a hazard at worst. So Kai didn’t bother to set the scene - merely locked the doors, removed his mask, and sank his teeth into Kurama’s neck.
Not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough to hurt, to feel. Kurama gasped, hands fisted in the back of Kai’s kimono, allowing Kai to urge him backwards and guide him down onto his futon. Usually Kurama would insist they bathe first, but thist time he decided that if Kai didn’t care then neither did he.
Fingers on his glasses, carefully placing them aside. Hands on his robes, expertly untying the fastenings. Claws trailing over his chest, his ribs, his thighs. Lips pressing into his own, fierce but gentle, ravenous but kind. Kurama kissed him back, mouth open and inviting, and Kai groaned with desire.
“What do you want?” he murmured, pulling back just enough to talk, words hot on Kurama’s cheek. “Fingers, mouth, cock?”
Meanwhile his hands were kneading Kurama’s hips, just the right side of painful.
“Your tongue,” Kurama managed, already starting to lose himself to lust. It didn’t just feel good, it felt right, malaise melting away. “Please, Kai!”
Kai grinned, licking his teeth. He roved his way down Kurama’s body, kissing and nipping at tender skin. His hands found the backs of Kurama’s thighs, and Kurama just barely registered his legs were being spread before Kai’s mouth was on his clit.
Kurama ached his back and moaned, clutching at the pillow under his head. There was no teasing, no build-up, just everything at once, an onslaught of sensation that eclipsed all else. Kurama panted and gasped as Kai rolled his clit with his tongue, pleasure flaring like fire.
“You like that?” Kai smirked, eyes dark with desire as he looked up from between Kurama’s thighs.
“Less... talking!” Kurama grabbed for one of his horns and Kai ducked down again with a rumbling laugh, encouraging Kurama’s legs to close around his head.
Just warmth, and pleasure, and the prick of sharp claws. Kurama basked in it, one hand buried in Kai’s hair as he lavished Kurama's clit with his tongue, pressure just perfect, and Kurama knew he wouldn’t last long.
“I’m close,” he managed, feeling that delicious tension build. "Kai-!"
“Do you want to come on my fingers?”
“Yes!”
Kai pulled back, hot breath panting against Kurama’s lower belly. The sheer sight of Kai pushing his first two fingers into his mouth, laving them with his tongue and leaving them slick and wet was nearly enough to send Kurama over the edge.
They pressed inside him, slow and careful but unrelenting, a pleasant stretch with a hint of sting, just wide enough to clench down on. Kurama gripped his pillow and breathed, holding out as long as he could, until those fingers reached that sweet spot inside him and that mouth sucked on his clit and he came with cry, pleasure fluttering through him in waves.
He drifted, mind filled with a soothing, satisfied haze. He was vaguely aware that he was rather dishevelled - even debauched - sticky with sweat and hair in disarray, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care.
“Fuck you’re hot,” Kai whispered, removing his fingers with a delightfully slick sound. “Can I come on you?”
“Mm hm.” Kurama languidly drew his thighs together, inviting Kai to thrust into the tight gap until he came with a moan.
It was messy, but Kurama didn’t have time to let it bother him because Kai was immediately on his feet, fetching warm water and washcloths. Kurama had half a mind to reach for his glasses so he could admire Kai roaming around naked, but the rest of him felt too relaxed to move.
Kai cleaned every inch of him, from the tips of his fingers to between his toes, soft in a way he saved only for his lover.
“You’re so good to me,” Kurama murmured.
“Heh, I’ll remember you said that.”
“Oh hush.” He beckoned Kai onto the futon and they curled up together, Kai pulling the comforter over them before the cold could creep in. Kurama closed his eyes, drifting off to the feeling of his companion close against his side, warm and steady and real.
Sex hadn’t fixed anything, not really. But it had helped, filling the cold emptiness however temporarily. Hopefully tomorrow would be better, but even if it wasn’t Kurama knew that at least he wouldn’t be facing it alone.
He slept.