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                He stood there, smirking, looking at the prize he’d won for getting the jewel first. The only question was:  what would he do with his pretty little Kuronue?

                His vines were holding the darker demon down on the pile of blankets and pillows that served as a bed for the two thieves. His strong arms were held spread-eagled just hard enough that there was no chance of him escaping or harming the black appendages that lay open beneath him. His legs were spread as well, leaving him open to anything.

Almost like an offering, Youko thought to himself as he stood and watched the aphrodisiac dust from his vines settle over the other’s naked body. Neither really needed an aphrodisiac, but this one in particular was fun to play with when he had a willingly restrained bat to do with as he pleased. Watching him buck into a touch that wasn’t there, yet, the fox moaned.

“Kami-sama. Do you have any idea what kind of picture you make? Lying there, spread for me, leaving yourself wide open to anything I might do to you?” Youko growled.

“Of course, why do you think I let you do it?” The other said back, huskily.

With a twitch of his hand as he lowered himself to kneel over his partner, Youko brought a vine to lace around Kuronue’s hips to keep him from thrusting against him. That dealt with, he leaned forward to begin biting at Kuronue’s neck while he braced himself on one arm to begin preparing his partner with the hand on the other. There were small vials filled with oils and lotions next to the bed, once he had one in hand he began to puor it into a nearby sake cup so he could cover his fingers in it easier.

Quickly and carefully he prepared his partner, consciously avoiding the bat’s prostate just to keep him aching for that little bit more. If Kuronue hadn’t been tied down, Youko knew he’d have the bat over him snarling for quite a while now. Leaving one last bite on a nipple, Youko coated himself with the oil and promptly slammed himself into Kuronue, making sure to angle as best he could to hit his prostate.

After a moment he released the other from his vine bindings and immediately felt claws gripping his shoulders, hips slamming into his own. At the pace they were going at it at, neither lasted as long as they knew they could; but both couldn’t have cared less as they laid down, Youko on top of Kuronue, foreheads touching, once Youko had slipped out of Kuronue.