One Night (Songfic)

WARNING: Very Graphic lemon

This is dedicated to all the Yomi/Kurama fans out there

Kurama stared in contemplation at the dark clouds. The redhead had a far away look in his eyes as if he was thinking of something or someone from a long time ago. He sighed softly and sat on his bed staring at the blank wall.

Yomi sat down calmly on his chair. He was in his office in Gandara. The blind makai lord was dressed impeccably in a dark blue robe made of pure silk. He leaned back on his chair and idly allowed his thoughts to wander. He hoped he got his message. He smiled when he thought of him. It had taken him a long time to come up with this plan of his and he knew he wanted it more than anything else in his youkai life. LONG day and I'm ready, I'm waiting for your call 'Cos I've made up my mind Kurama slowly followed one of the guards to the biggest chamber in the palace. He had been debating whether to come or not at such a surprising invitation. But Yomi was an old friend. He nodded to the guard who motioned for him to get inside. The redhead entered the darkly lit room. Yomi was ready and waiting for him. He watched the youkai approach and stop a meter away from him. Kurama didn't know what to expect. Yomi looked good, maturity had given him his physique that muscled leanness. Kurama waited for the other to break the silence. Frustrated, the youko moved a step closer, but Yomi forestalled him. "Let's cut to the chase. I know you're killing yourself thinking just what I wanted from you now." Kurama nodded. Yomi exhaled a tense breath. He took a gadget from a nearby table and pressed a button. The double doors clicked shut. Kurama remained calm, watching him with a slight frown. "Yomi, what do you want with me?" He finally asked in a stern voice. Yomi seemed reluctant to continue, but for the next few minutes, he managed to strengthen his resolve and moved very close to the youko. "I have been alone for a long time, Kurama. But it was not because there was no one. It was my choice. I never wanted anything or anyone besides my kingdom and Shura. And then you came back to my life when I thought I had killed all thoughts of you." Kurama paled. He never knew.... "Yomi? What are you telling me?" He asked harshly. "I've decided that I wanted to be with you. I want to give myself to you." Yomi said humbly. MY heart aches with a hunger and the want that you were mine No I cannot deny "Na-nani?" A startled Kurama gasped in shock. His heart started beating madly. Yomi slowly untied the sash on his robe. "You-you do not know what you're doing!" The youko said in alarm, backing away from the makai lord. Yomi raised his head and grasped the youko's hands. "Please, Kurama. Don't misunderstand me. I want you to take me in exchange for nothing, just this one night. Is it so wrong?" The horned youkai asked in stricken voice

SO for one night

Is it all right? That I give you My heart - my love - my heart Just for one night My body - my soul Just for one night

"I-I can't!" Kurama said angrily. "I'm not the same youko you knew before, Yomi. I can't take anything from you without giving you back anything. The past is gone. Let it go!" The youko said firmly.

"What are you so afraid of, Kurama? All I ask is only this night for us to love. I don't care if I end up losing in the end. This is what I've been craving for." Yomi insisted. Kurama bent his head, sighing tiredly. "Yomi, I never wanted you to know, but I-I already got a lover." Yomi felt that stab of pain straight at his youkai heart, but he smiled bravely. "And I will have this night to cherish in my heart." He whispered persuasively. Kurama stared at him for a very long time. Yomi stilled himself. He sensed the youko's movement toward him. But nothing prepared him to his fiery touch as Kurama leaned very close to him and kissed him tentatively. Yomi's groaned and grabbed the redhead fully in his arms. He was kissing him! His mouth captured Kurama's possessively and hungrily. He had thirst for the youko this much. Yomi freed the redhead's mouth, allowing him that brief respite before he pulled him back into his arms again. The youko shakily placed his arms around Yomi's waist. "A-are you sure?" He asked very softly. Yomi thrust his hips against his, growling. He kissed the youko again to shut him up. Then there was no more talking. He led the youko toward his bed. He pushed the redhead on the large bed and straddled his waist, kissing, nibbling and sucking the skin on the smooth throat, quickly divesting him of his clothing. Kurama gasped when Yomi transferred his amorous attention to his tender chest. He let out a harsh cry when his nipples where bitten and pulled. "Yo-Yomi...." Yomi suckled his nipples vigorously. Kurama sat up and pushed the sash of his robe open, revealing Yomi's muscular nakedness and huge arousal. "Yo-Yomi wait...." The youko attempted to speak. Yomi was moving his velvety tongue down his abdomen. "Ahn-Yo-Yomi...ple-please." The redhead slumped on the bed, thrusting his hips urgently. The horned youkai licked his lips, and the twirled his tongue on the youko's beading head. "I've wanted this for so long." He mumbled and licked Kurama again. He could feel the youko on the edge of his desire. The youko's slender hands grasped the bedsheet firmly. "Oh gods, Yomi!" He cried hoarsely. Yomi was drinking him, sucking at the very core of his desire. "Ahn." Kurama breathed harshly. His thighs trembled with the strength of the delicious passion. His hold on the covers tightened when he lost control and thrust his hips firmly, pushing in and out of Yomi's ardent mouth. He let out a cry when he came. His upper body fell down on the bed while Yomi satisfied his thirst. The youko moaned and moved his head from side to side. Then Yomi was kissing him again. His rough hands amorously caressing the youko's lower back and moved lower to cup his soft buttocks. "You are so beautiful and sexy." The blind youkai said harshly and kneeled before the youko. Kurama did not hesitate. He bent his head and took the youkai inside his mouth. "Aaah!" Yomi held the youko's crimson head while his hips jerk with pleasure. "Ahn! Ku-Kurama stop!" He cried to the redhead and pulled the red hair up. The youko licked his lips and Yomi kissed him again. His heart thudded madly against his chest. This was his fantasy coming true. He laid the youko face down on the bed and spread his butt cheeks. Kurama inhaled and exhaled deeply, suddenly feeling nervous. Yomi seemed to sense this and trailed kisses on the youko's spine. He smiled when Kurama shivered at the touch. He held the youko's waist firmly and positioned him for his entrance. "I love you." He said very softly and thrust into the youko. Moments later, the lovers lay entwined on the bed. Yomi leaned his chin on the youko's crimson head while Kurama burrowed deeper into his chest. The makai lord kissed the youko's forehead and twirled a strand of crimson hair. Kurama opened his emerald eyes and smiled a little. H e let his lips touched Yomi's chest, chuckling when the youkai shivered. Yomi tightened his hold on Kurama's naked body. "I knew it would be like this." He whispered. Kurama's smiled steeled and the kitsune bowed his head. "No matter what form you're in, you're still the most gorgeous and most delicious youkai." Yomi waited quietly for the youko's response. And he felt sad all of a sudden. The final part of his fantasy was not about to come true. Kurama did not return his feelings. He snuggled the redhead against his body even more tightly, so that Kurama looked up at him. 'Will I see Youko Kurama again?" Yomi asked softly, half-afraid Kurama would not answer him. Kurama continued staring at his blind handsome face. A slender hand ghosted on Yomi's lips before the youko moved fast and kissed Yomi hard on the mouth. Yomi responded to the kiss, opening his mouth to allow the youko more access. Kurama pushed him on the bed and that was when he felt the sudden change in the surroundings. And Yomi smiled. He opened his mouth even more widely and groaned when he felt the subtle change in the redheaded youko. "Ku-Kurama!' Yomi said jubilantly. The golden-eyed silver fox demon stared at him under his long silver lashes. "Did you miss me, Yomi?" He asked in a sibilant whisper. He continued his nibbling kissed on Yomi's jaw and the sides of that handsome face. Yomi nodded simply. He swallowed the sudden tightness in his throat. "Yes." He said emphatically before Kurama straddled his waist. He was lost in the sea of indescribable passion. He could almost see that sensual creature that was straddling waist and stabbing him with his hard length. He moaned and cried, not afraid to show his joy and pleasure. Kurama rocked hard against Yomi. His waist-length hair was already matted to his sweat-soaked body. He was a magnificent sight. His handsome face flush with pleasure, the lean muscular back were smooth and slick and the push and pull movements of his hips and buttocks were primitive, sensual and dangerous. His slender hands were sure as they pumped Yomi's quivering hard heat and in time with each deep thrust. His movements were fluid, but grew more and more rough as he neared his climax. Beneath him Yomi screamed his name, while a great gust of white fluid settled between his and Kurama's joined lower bodies, making the youko moved even more swiftly, aroused by the sight of Yomi's climax. He stabbed Yomi deeply twice before he let out a hoarse cry, his warm seed filling the makai lord. Even then he thrust one last time inside before he slumped on top of a quivering Yomi. Yomi brought the youko close to him. "Goodnight, itooshi." He whispered. Kurama allowed himself to be embraced. This was Yomi's night and he promised to himself that he would give everything to Yomi this one night. With that thought in mind, the kitsune wrapped his arms around the makai lord and pulled the sheet over their naked bodies. "Goodnight.' Kurama whispered and kissed Yomi's forehead before laying his silver head on top of the youkai's raven hair. His thoughts were sad for his golden eyes misted and he tightened his hold on the makai lord. He glanced down and found that Yomi was already blissfully asleep. "I'm so sorry." He said softly, very softly so that Yomi would not hear and closed his golden eyes. Yomi stirred under his embrace but remained silent. There were silver tears on his blind eyes.

WHEN morning awakes me

Well I know I'll be alone

Yomi stood stiffly on his bedroom window. If only he could see now, so that he could have his last glimpse of the youko. His hands palmed the windowpane while his senses reached out for a trace of the youko's ki. His last contact, his final touch. He stood there for hours, confused at his own feelings. He initiated this contact and he ought to accept the fact that Kurama was his only for that one night. He waited longer, standing there alone, waiting for his emotions to calm down. Expelling a shaky breath, he went back inside his room and embraced the traces of ki confined within the four walls. He could still hear every cry, every moan of passion. He brought his arms around himself and he could still feel Kurama's intense touch on his skin and the blinding sensation of their coming together. Yomi lay down on his bed and pressed his face on the mattress. Yes, everything was still here, stored inside his memories. And for that first time on that bleak, colorless morning, he smiled a contented smile. He had his one night--and nothing and no one can ever erased from his memories that on that single night, he loved and he was loved.

AND I feel I'll be fine

So don't you worry about me I'm not empty on my own For inside I'm alive That for one night - it was so right That I gave you My heart - my love - my heart Just for one night My love - I loved My love - my love For one night we loved

OWARI