Chapter two of The Beginning of Everything:

Third Time Isn't Always the Charm

Long graceful pale fingers danced along his skin, leaving stars clouding his sight as the man straddling his hips let out a beautiful smile. He couldn’t stop the breathy moan that escaped his throat as those hands found yet another soft spot and pinched his flesh, squeezing and every other little thing that made him want to buck mindlessly.

“Do you love me, Kuronue?” That tantalizing voice whispered breathlessly. The only conciliation Kuronue could have what that his own moans was having an effect on his lover too. Bright amber eyes stared down at him from a curtain of pure silver hair, falling all over his body and onto the sheets around him. “Do you? Or is it just the lust for my touch…” Before the other could finish his sentence Kuronue abruptly sat up, bringing the other into a savage kiss, forcing as many emotions he could into the gesture, hands resting on the other’s slim hips.

His lover had just moaned into his mouth, letting his full weight settle against Kuronue’s chest is when he felt it. Along the smooth skin, was a jagged scar, a battle wound almost healed, by the flinch his lover released.

“It wasn’t your fault.” The other whispered, hands leaving violet black hair to drop to his waist.

“But-!” Amber eyes pinned him in place as the silver haired man pushed him back on the bed, hovering above him, hands pressed into the mattress at his ears.

“No. It was not. Actually, here is a gift for saving me.” He smirked, and then dipped his head down, and everything dissolved into white hot pleasure-

Kuronue awoke with a gasp, filtering a shaking hand though his hair. For over six months he’d been having dreams of this mysterious silver haired lover of his that left him sticky when he awoke, and aching during the day. He had to know this man, had to find him…

But had no clues as to who this man even was, or if he was alive.

After all that had happened to the boy, it was a year later when Kuronue found him again.

Flying over the forest nearest to his base as he had become accustomed to do was when he saw a band of thief hunters in full throttle, and then about a mile before them was a small darting figure, dressed in grey rags.

Ah. It seems that I always find you in trouble, eh? As he watched, the boy ducked behind a large tree, pulling something from his back to cuddle to his chest. I wonder what that is.But this wasn’t the time for such thoughts. With a smirk Kuronue dived, landing before the crazed mob, raising a hand with his scythe in place, it’s long black handle held into the air buy the other hand.

“Leave, if you want to live.” They didn’t move and Kuronue let out a truly bloodthirsty smile, tightening the grip on his weapon

“Then say hello to my Father when you reach Hell, won’t you?”

The boy darted behind a tree and fell back on his ass, panting harshly. Before he could catch his breath an image of lustful red eyes flashed though his mind and he reached behind himself, pulling the bundle off his back and removing the cloth to reveal bright emerald eyes.

“It’s ok, Ototo.” He whispered, “No one will hurt you.” The eyes vanished, replaced with violet orbs, and a swinging ruby pendant with a bright smile. “That one…Will it help us?” A feeling of warmth enveloped his body; soothing away the cold ache he didn’t know he had “Wha…?”

“Are you ok?” The boy started as Kuronue spoke, immediately standing, only to let out a soft curse, falling to his knees, holding his brother to his chest. Kuronue was floored. All this time, the boy had a child, an infant to care for, and he still survived. “I only want to help you.” He started slowly, kneeling so he could look into muddy brown eyes. When the boy saw him fully he started, eyes going wide.

“Violet?” Kuronue blinked, and then let out an amused smile.

“Yes, my eyes are purple.” The boy blinked rapidly, and then looked down at the bundle in his arms, mouth dropping.

“How did you know??” He asked the bundle incredulously “I’ve had you tied up tight, and even then we’ve only been around him once!” Kuronue raised an eyebrow, and then removed some more of the grey rags, to see two small black Kitsune ears poke free and twitch. Kuronue blinked, his wings flaring slightly.

“Kitsune? Hmm, no wonder so many people were after you before I could introduce myself.” The other boy looked at him sharply, and then sighed, tugging the cloth on his head free to reveal two dark grey ears and matted brown muck filled hair.

“How do I know I can trust you?” Kuronue smiled.

“Well, there is that saying that if you meet a person three times, then your futures are tied, but I’d rather not have to find you in a pickle again. I might not get here in time.” The kit twitched before letting out a snarl.

“I don’t need your help!” Kuronue raised his hands with a tilt of his head, eyes wide

“Oh don’t worry!” he started, a grin growing on his face “I’ve seen what you did to that rat demon last year, but protecting you from other demon’s is not what I had in mind. Protecting you from the elements…hunger, the weather.” Kuronue glanced up, even as thunder flashed through the red sky “so what do you say, kit? Do you think an infant can really survive as you have been? I applaud how you have kept safe so far, but luck always runs out.” The kit continued to look mutinous, and Kuronue sighed

“Look, kit.” Brown eyes glanced up to lock with his own “I have already saved you twice. I’d rather there not be a third time, because I don’t want to see any of you two hurt.” The kit looked to the ground, only stirring when the baby in his arms moved

“Let’s go with him, Aniki.”

A pathetic chapter, I know but…better than nothing? After the next chapter should be a time skip so some action will come ‘round. :D