Lo and behold...the first lemon. Enjoy. Feel free to guess and to what they stole from Yami. I want to hear your ideas.

(III. Lovers)

Frustrated and tired, Roku gave a loud growl and shoved the folder off his desk, placing one hand over his throbbing right eye. “Fucking scar!” he hissed angrily. The gnarled old mark pulsed, as if mocking him. He was stressed, heated up due to his anger. Not only that, but he was extremely tense. Filling out paper after paper…there seemed to be a lot of claims of attacks on villages. More so then normal. A lot of it seemed to be committed by random demons, seeming crazed with their eyes rolling around and their mouths screaming nonsense. Perhaps Vladimir meant something when he said the Virus was back. Still, the captain couldn’t deal with the amount of work here while there was a possible war to think about. He rested his head in his hands and just let out a long shout of pent-up frustration. He’d just gotten back from a mission, one that involved tearing up a Babylonian illegal testing base, and he’d been gone for more then a week. Now he was in another problem. From one fight to another, he supposed.

“You’re so tense…” Nuruki breathed as he began to gently work the knots out of one of his lover’s shoulders. He’d heard him roar and had come out to make sure he was okay. Even he could sense the rage and frustration pouring off him. “Try not to worry about all of that. I can finish it later. After all, I remember that a lieutenant can finish the paperwork for a captain.” Working his hands a bit, he tried to soothe his beloved captain.

Roku stood, placed a hand beneath Nuruki’s chin, and lifted it. He lowered his mouth to the boy’s easily, free hand sliding down and stroking the water dragon’s hip. Their lips locked and Nuruki freely threw his arms around Roku’s neck, clinging to him as he was pressed against the wall. Lovingly he opened his mouth at the same time Roku did, and their tongues locked. All tension seemed to fade into lust and want as Roku’s experienced tongue stroked everything Nuruki had to offer. They stood, kissing, for one more moment before it went a step further.

One sculpted, powerful hand unbuttoned Nuruki’s jacket and slid up onto his stomach, sending waves of heat through the boy. “I’ve missed you,” he said. Their mouths brushed again, then Roku slid his mouth down and kissed the boy’s neck, sucking and licking. Nuruki gasped and moaned softly in pleasure, whimpering when one of Roku’s hands guided itself into his crotch. Already he was hard, and the fire dragon could feel the smaller form’s pulsating member beneath his hand. “Eager, are we?” he smirked, gently beginning to remove the boy’s jacket and shirt. It slid off with ease, revealing the small and thin and pale form of the lieutenant. His hands began to undo the zipper and button on his pants. Both already had their shoes off; this was his office, after all. Right beside his flat.

It was hard to draw in a good, deep breath as Roku’s hands moved so deftly across his body. “R-Roku…AH!” He gave a cry when the man’s hot cavern of a mouth descended upon his member. The hot tongue slid up and down his whole length sexily, lustfully. Eagerly Nuruki tangled his hands in his lover’s hair and began to slip lower, finding himself perfectly placed above a couch. Like Roku had planned this all out. Knowing him, he probably had. The captain wasn’t just known for his temper. Those who knew he was gay also knew of his deep and nearly insatiable lust. But Nuruki satisfied that lust, they all knew. He gave a gasp as one of Roku’s fangs caressed his rigid cock, not hard enough to hurt but enough to send waves of sensuality through the boy. Instinctively he bucked his hips, thrusting deep into the man’s throat. Roku rumbled approval in the form of a guttural growl, the sound throwing Nuruki into hot lust and need.

Roughly Roku began to tear his jacket off, the little cries his lover gave too much. Deciding to ignore his own clothing –though it was damned hard when his hard anatomy begged for attention, it wasn’t used to being ignored- he placed his hands on the boy’s hips and stroked the member in his mouth lovingly. His tongue slid over it, and his lips did so as well. Finally he drew his mouth back, focusing on the head. His tongue dove into the slit beautifully, and he head Nuruki scream out, “Oh god Roku!” The tongue retreated just as a rush of salty, creamy liquid burst into his mouth. Slowly, he removed himself, swallowing all he could and eagerly licking the rest off the boy’s thighs. He shot to his feet and nearly tore his clothes off, groaning. His nipples had become rocks, as had his maleness.

Smiling and blushing, Nuruki moved forward and seized Roku’s tail, gently pulling the man back. He was lucky. Roku obeyed and plopped down on the couch, one hand reaching down to grab at his member. He let out a loud groan when Nuruki moved his hand and placed both his own on it, one gently touching the erection whilst the other cupped the man’s balls. He leaned down and captured Roku’s larger rock-hard member in his mouth, taking it as much as he could and licking eagerly at it. Roku groaned again, jackknifing upright and gripping the boy’s long hair in his hands, nearly screaming. Only Nuruki could make these waves of pleasure roll into him like this. Only him. Out of all the men he had fucked and done such things to, only Nuruki could make him respond so heavily.

Rolling his hips, Roku thrust deep into Nuruki’s mouth. The boy gently cupped the man’s balls, massaging them gently as he suckled as an infant would a mother’s breast. He moved slowly, enjoying the taste of his lover’s member. It was a familiar one, this wasn’t the first time they’d had oral sex. Gently, he began to stroke Roku’s hips, moving one hand over his stomach soothingly and gripping at the thrashing end of Roku’s tail. He heard the male with him there moan in desperate pleasure, enjoying the touch. Gently, he stroked the man’s balls once more. He felt the tensing of Roku’s hands, heard him moan. The stronger male was sweating, moaning and practically writhing in pleasure. “Oh my fucking god Nuruki…I…I’m going to…” he panted, for once unable to complete a sentence. No other man could make him sputter and beg for this much pleasure.

The come he had been trying to warn the boy about poured into his mouth. He grabbed a tissue and gently spat it out, smiling at Roku. The man was sprawled out, drenched in sweat. His spikes had pulled out a full inch, and they still glowed from his intense pleasure. Each touch had sent him into insanity, red lust filling his mind and his body. He had finally come, which had really released all the tension in him. “Nuruki…come here.” He felt the boy climb onto him, resting his head on his chest and hearing the powerful drum of his heart thundering away in his chest. Gently, he played with the beautiful hair the boy had been blessed with. “Christ you’re beautiful. Unlike me, people stare because they’re amazed by how incredible you look. Me, they stare at because they think I’m deformed.”

No longer shy around the man, Nuruki shook his head. “No. You’re not deformed.” He moved and gently touched the larger horns. “You’re handsomer then anyone I’ve seen before. These make you look so strong, so powerful. And these…” he said, touching the smaller horns. “These are showing that you can be sensitive and kind.” His hands dipped and touched one of the wings. “Your wings are strong, muscled and meant for holding you up in the air. They make me feel safe, because I know you’ll always protect me with them.” The pale hand shifted and gripped at one of the warm spikes, feeling the liquid slowly pulsating through it. “Your spines are strong and provide your body warmth, which warms me and comforts me when I’m sick or cold.” Again the hand moved, this time brushed gently over the scar. “And this proves that you’ve been through too much. When you cried before me, just that once, I nearly broke down crying myself. You are so sensitive, Roku! You just don’t show it…and I can sorta see why.” He kissed the man’s lips gently, lovingly. Then he hugged him. “And you’re strong…so strong and warm…”

Gently, Roku stroked Nuruki’s hair. His claws moved slowly through the ruffled, tousled strands, detangling the hair gently. “You are too kind, Nuruki. Really.” He kissed the dragon’s head and wrapped him in a warm, love-filled embrace. Only Nuruki had really, truly loved him, and he returned that love for all he was worth. “I love you. I really, really do. When you looked at me this morning…I just felt like I needed to be there. To be with you for the rest of your life.”

“I love you too,” Nuruki murmured, drifting off to sleep as Roku drew an old blanket over the two of them. He dreamt of last night, waking up to Roku sneaking in as he slept.

(-X-)

“So he won’t be back tonight, either…” Nuruki sighed, setting his cell phone on the bedside table and laying down. It was hard to be separated from the one he loved, though his older brother was also missing his lover. Kitaro and Roku had been gone a few days longer then anticipated, and it was hell without knowing what was going on. There had been no calls, though Nuruki supposed if he was busy he couldn’t call. He tried not to worry about Roku, tried not to make a sound as he rested his head on the pillow and laid in the dark, frightened as the shadows gathered at his back. The door opened slowly and he went rigid with fear, wondering who would be here this late. No answers rose and he whimpered.

The covers were drawn back and Nuruki didn’t move, afraid to. “Goddamn it, Satoru if you’re haunting him again I’ll sic my sister on you,” a gruff, rolling and beautifully deep voice growled. Was it…? Could it be…?

“Roku!” cried Nuruki, hugging the man tightly and tucking his head underneath the man’s chin. “You’re back, oh my God, you’re really back! And you’re not hurt! I thought for sure you’d be injured or something…” he whimpered, suddenly very aware of his nakedness. He had been masturbating earlier, out of an impulse he couldn’t deny.

Roku chuckled softly. “You missed me, huh? I missed you too, baby. I would’ve called, but my damn phone lost its signal out where we were. It’s two in the morning. You should be asleep, not up and waiting for me.” He held Nuruki to him, too tired to really notice that the boy was nude. “Agh, my poor head. Bastards gave me a headache, screaming like that.”

Cool hands began to massage his temples. Nuruki. “I’m sorry you have a headache,” he voiced. “Will you be okay? I know how much you hurt sometimes…and your scar probably hurts too. Do you want me to get an aspirin?” he asked, enjoying the feel of being back in the arms of the man he loved so much. Somehow, things just seemed to be right again with him here. Even if he died tonight, he would be content to just have his last sight be Roku. In fact, that was what he wanted to be the last thing he saw. Roku and all the beauty he possessed. Gently, he drew himself up against the man.

“No, don’t worry. I’m okay. Being by you makes it better.” He dipped his head a little and held Nuruki close to him, loving the feel of him against him. He ignored the buzzing pain in his head and shut his eyes, falling asleep with his lover.

(-X-)

Yami stood, uncloaked. Her eyes scanned the world coldly, one hand loosely held over her stomach. “For what you bastards did…you’ll pay. You’ll pay. For taking what was rightfully mine…after what you did…after what happened after I escaped…you will all pay.” She stood on the balcony, staring out at the moon and thing on the few memories she had that had not been scattered by experiments and by her disease. Particularly of what she had once possessed and no longer owned. The idea agonized her and she lowered her hand, sighing softly. The image of Akemi’s soft lips…of their kisses…of Akemi’s female body…they flashed into her head. Yami forced them back with a single rough sweep of her mind, completely clearing it out of all that. It was doomed to fail from the beginning, she supposed. Two females, together…demonic creature of darkness and celestial being of light...yes, it was doomed from the start, Yami supposed.

She sighed and turned back, going to lay down.