Thread: Master (FavoredFox)

It was so warm, so perfect, so... disgusting. Kurama buried himself into the kitsune's chest and took in long, unsteady breaths of the scent that had become foreign, and yet was still so familiar. Memories of joy and kindness and love were bastardized with hurt and agony and abandonment, and the redhead whimpered softly, fingers clutching at silky clothes while a clawed had gently pet atop his head. The weight was heavy and cumbersome. Yusuke's sweet strokes to crimson locks were far better, but he still held a nostalgic need for the back and forth movement on the top of his skull, scratching where his ear would have been lifetimes ago. Kurama sucked in a sharp, muffled gasp when he heard his human name. The shorter fox was gradual in his movements, portraying his usual calm. He even managed a light, happy smile when he pulled out of the embrace to look at his husband. Anxiety retreated to the back of his mind as Yusuke's soothing aura caressed him inside and out. Yusuke, he started while the much taller fox turned a curious golden eye on the former king. It was difficult to read. Kurama continued, motioning his lover to come closer. This is- He cut himself off short, a slight panic rolled over his mind. He'd only ever known two titles for this man Master, and Sir. The silver kitsune chuckled softly. Vagabond, he offered with no small amount of amusement. I have since changed it. My given name has become nearly impossible to translate, especially in this world. The excuse was as good as any, and Kurama was relieved, even if he didn't show it. Vagabond, he repeated with a slight nod. It was disgustingly suiting for the nomadic fox. He cared for me as a child. It has been some time since our last meeting. He glanced at his old care giver, forcing back a shiver as he remembered. Tossed out into the snow, the words 'you've gotten too old. Too used,' the pathetic life he lived before finding sanctuary in the Brothel... Vagabond spoke again with a delightful tone filled with smooth amusement. Shuichi? Kurama, please, the redhead replied with only a little curtness. Yes, that does feel more natural. Shuichi cleared his throat before continuing. Vagabond, I would like you to meet Yusuke my husband, and my mate. He couldn't help but reach out to take his lover's hand and tug him just a little closer, taking great pride in his chosen partner. The tall demon gazed down at the young temple master with scrutiny. How young this demon half breed was. A slow smile crept along his lips, pointed canines just barely visible. I am aware of who he is, he pointed out. And I suppose... A former king could come close to deserving you, my sweet kit, he cooed, once more placing his hand on red locks to pat him like a good little puppy. Such a protective mate you've taken, Kurama. He looks about ready to rip out my heart. Good, he praised once more. Golden eyes pierced pleasantly into chocolate brown. So far, he has my approval. Despite his proud stature, Vagabond easily fell into a respectful bow. I feel it a great pleasure to meet you, Master Yusuke. And I hope you don't find me rude, he stood straight again. But if this temple is still a halfway house between worlds, I would like to request a room for the evening.