Shounen Onmyouji, Guren/Masahiro, not a pet
It was amazing how hard someone as small as Mokkun could stomp.
"Can't believe... total idiot... pet..."
Masahiro sighed. "Come on, Mokkun," he interrupted the grumbling. "He didn't realize you were a mononoke, so I had to tell him something."
Mokkun's silky tail lashed. "I am not a mononoke!" He glared up at Masahiro as they walked--and stomped--down the breezeway to Masahiro's rooms.
"Yes, but you look like one," Masahiro pointed out, sliding his door closed behind them. "And we're just lucky you also look a bit like a fox otherwise we'd just have wasted time trying to calm the man down."
There was a flash of red and Guren stalked back and forth across his room. "I am not a pet," he growled.
Masahiro grinned. Finally. "Nope, you're not." He stepped into Guren's path and wound his arms around him.
Guren blinked down at him. "What?" His hands came to rest easily on Masahiro's back.
Masahiro laughed. "You're not a pet. You just spend a lot of time as Mokkun." His eyes danced as he leaned against Guren. "You're harder to kiss, that way."
After a long moment, Guren stated, half disbelieving, "You did that on purpose."
"Just a little," Masahiro admitted. "Besides, you're cute when you're Mokkun and annoyed."
"You are definitely Seimei's grandson," Guren told him, dryly. Masahiro sniffed at that, and Guren chuckled and drew him closer, leaning down to kiss him. Since that was exactly what Masahiro wanted, he made a contented sound and didn't bother to protest further.
Guren's hands were still large on his body as he carefully undid Masahiro's robes and slid them away, though not as large as they had seemed years ago. The years had also taught Masahiro where the fastenings of Guren's armor were and he sighed with pleasure when they were finally skin to skin.
"It's much easier to hug you without all that," he murmured into Guren's shoulder.
"I could go back to being Mokkun, if you want to hug me," Guren teased, voice low, and chuckled at Masahiro's glare.
"Don't you dare." Masahiro twined his arms around Guren's neck and pulled him down to another kiss, for emphasis. Guren answered him quite satisfyingly this time, and eased him down onto his bed.