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White snow crunched beneath Jyushi's feet as he battled to keep moving forward. The harsh wind roared through the night and harmed the young man's skin. Every time he breathed, he could see his breath just as clearly as the moon in the night sky. A low cry escaped his lips while fighting the tears that threatened to spill. He was so cold, and so tired.
Enormous trees loomed over him, their branches reaching out like hands that wanted to trap him, creating a sense of being surrounded with nowhere to run.
Jyushi was terrified. Every little sound made him squeak and pick up his pace up the mountain. He wasn't about to stay around so a beast could find him and kill him.
The man came from a small village near the foot of the mountain, and ever since he could remember, the tradition of a—very unfortunate, in Jyushi's opinion—young man, tasked with the important labor of climbing the mountain, was to find an ancient Inari shrine and pray for a good harvest during the warmest months. Like many of the traditions, no one in the village could give a solid answer of their origins; some would say that the Inari had blessed the village a long time ago, others said that the first people to settle down in the terrain had mingled with the Kitsune and other just shrugged and said "that's just how things are."
Well, traditions be damned! Now that Jyushi was having some firsthand experience, he could say with his entire chest that the tradition was complete nonsense. Who came up with the tale of the Inari helping the village so they could send people to the worst and most dangerous place ever?
But he couldn't simply turn around and go back home, he knew everyone in the village was counting on him. Since they lived in the middle of nowhere, they needed the summer harvest to survive, and while he might think that going up the mountain during winter was only for the crazy, he didn't want to risk it and cause a bad harvest because of the fear that was eating him from the inside.
It was just going into an abandoned temple, in the middle of a winter night, while being all alone … "I don't want to do it!" He said, trying to drown the little voice in his head that kept scaring him.
The elders handpicked the candidates that could go up the mountain, and then they asked for divine knowledge that would ensure they picked the most capable of the already small pool. And in all these years, no one had ever failed, so Jyushi didn't need to worry!
Or that's what he said to himself as his teeth clattered.
"It soon will be over," he said again, and again, trying to fill the mortifying silence of the mountain.
For what seemed like an eternity, Jyushi continued his trek up the mountain, doing his best to not get lost in the identical scenarios of the snowed mountain. There were moments where he almost fell or slipped, but managed to stay on his feet and move on.
The sight of the red torii gate lifted a weight off the boy's shoulders.
He made it
. Picking up the pace, Jyushi barely bowed before entering the sacred grounds of the Inari. The relief that rushed through his veins made him forget all his fears and complaints from before.
The building was bigger than he imagined. Nature had taken over most of the structure, giving it a haunted look, but Jyushi couldn’t care less. He walked past the stone foxes, surprised by how the statues still stood tall and proud, despite having no one to care for them.
One fox guarded a pool of water—which miraculously wasn’t frozen—and Jyushi begrudgingly used it to cleanse his hands. After a quick rinse, his fingers ached from the cold, but he ignored the pain and finally entered the shrine. The old wood planks creaked with every step Jyushi took, threatening to break at any moment. Hesitantly, he rang the rusty bell and kneeled, clasping his hands together and bowing his head.
"Great Inari, please hear my prayer. I came all the way here to ask for your blessing, please keep my villagers safe, not allowing any harm to come our way. I pray for a bountiful harvest once the snow melts…" he mumbled, trying to remember everything the elders tasked him with. "I pray for protection from any natural disasters!"
That’s all, I think… Jyushi racked his brain before ending his prayer when an idea crossed his mind.
"It… It may be selfish, but I pray for a happy life. Please, allow me to have a wonderful family and lots of happiness! My life has been… Tough. I wish to distance myself from the pains of my past and walk into a better future." Swallowing hard, Jyushi bowed his head until his forehead touched the ground.
"Hey, you." A raspy voice echoed through the rundown building. Jyushi froze in fear. Could a God have heard his prayer and showed themselves? Would they reprimand him for being selfish and using an old tradition for his own advantage?
"Look at me." The voice ordered.
Shaking, Jyushi sat up from his bow. He had his eyes closed shut, the idea of facing a God was nerve-wracking! Taking a deep breath, he forced his eyes open.
In front of him there was a kitsune. The kitsune had entrancing green eyes, beautiful gray hair and fur, and a playful smirk on his face, and in Jyushi’s opinion, he was quite the handsome man..
"That was a very good prayer, it moved my soul," he complimented, his nine tails swishing behind him. "Though, a little selfish for the chosen of the village."
Blood rushed to Jyushi's face. "I-I'm so sorry!"
The kitsune chuckled, covering his grin with his hand. "It's okay, it's just human nature."
Jyushi clenched his fists around the fabric of his pants and looked down. He felt so dumb for making such a selfish request in the presence of a messenger of the Inari. What would happen if the Inari stopped blessing the village because of his insolence? Tears pricked his eyes, but Jyushi shut them tight, refusing to let them fall.
"I can make your wishes come true," the man said, with no trace of the playfulness he had shown before.
Sitting up straight, Jyushi's face lit up, forgetting the embarrassment that threatened to kill him seconds ago. "You can!? Oh, thank you, dear messenger!"
The torches of the temple lit up with purple flames, a small display from the kitsune, and with the movement of a hand, a tray with two cups full of sake appeared in-between them.
"I have the power to make all your wishes come true, but first, we must do a brief ceremony. Think of it as a contract," he explained, "you must clap and bow seven times before we share a drink, where you'll drink from my cup and I'll drink from yours."
While making a shady contract with a kitsune wouldn't be the safest way of getting his wishes come true, Jyushi couldn't find the strength needed to pass up the opportunity. "Okay, I'll do it! Please, take care of me, messenger."
"Call me Hitoya, Jyushi."
Jyushi blinked in surprise. How did the kitsune know his name? Was it part of his supernatural powers? "S-sure, Hitoya…"
Exhaling, Jyushi closed his eyes and clapped seven times, just like Hitoya had instructed. It was awkward to clap so many times, and Hitoya’s intense gaze didn't help at all. Fighting back his embarrassment, Jyushi rapidly finished his seven bows.
"Well done." Hitoya grabbed one of the ceramic cups, lightly tapping it with his long claws, and signaled for Jyushi to do the same.
Careful to not drop the sake, Jyushi grabbed the remaining cup.
"Are you ready?" The ritual had already started, it would be dumb to stop, or so Jyushi thought as he nodded in approval.
Hitoya pressed his cup to Jyushi’s lips, and the boy mirrored his actions, putting his cup on the kitsune’s lips. The kitsune was the first to drink the sake, while Jyushi followed close behind, choosing to down it in one gulp. Jyushi shuddered at the burn in his throat; he wasn't used to drinking.
"Your souls have joined!" A voice boomed through the abandoned building, startling Jyushi, who dropped his cup.
Outside of the temple, the distinctive chirp of foxes could be heard, alongside with the sound of crumbling stones.
"W-what!? What’s going on!?" Jyushi tried to stand up, but the floor moved. It was an earthquake. The wood cried, barely holding the building together.
It was about to collapse .
Panicking, Jyushi looked around for an escape route. He wouldn't die crushed by the shrine, he would find a way out and would return home safely.
Or so he thought until the shrine filled with smoke.
"No, I don’t want to die!" he cried, placing his hands on top of his head as a form of protection.
He knew the elders made a mistake when choosing him for the ritual; it was obvious that he wasn't capable of completing the task! And now he had made a strange pact with a kitsune, only to immediately die during an earthquake! He wanted to cry and curse at the Gods that cursed him with such a terrible life. From being targeted as a child by his peers, earning him the nickname of cursed child , to then being buried in a shrine no one would visit until summer. Would they ever find his corpse, or would history forget him?
The sharp claws of the kitsune on his chin brought him back to reality. Could the yokai save him?
"Hitoya!" he cried, "please, save me!"
The kitsune tilted Jyushi’s face up, making their eyes meet, and a chill ran down Jyushi’s spine. "Don’t panic, we’ll be okay," he said calmly, as if they weren’t experiencing something out of an apocalyptic tale. "I’ll keep you safe, my dear wife ."
Jyushi froze. What was Hitoya talking about? He opened his mouth to speak, but Hitoya sealed their lips together.
Then everything faded to black.
Warm .
The first thing Jyushi noticed as he regained consciousness was the warmth that surrounded him. It enveloped completely, similar to the hugs he would get from his grandma when he was a child.
He was warm and safe.
Jyushi turned and tossed for a little, enjoying the softness of what he assumed was a futon. Was he in heaven? He wanted to giggle at the silly idea until the memories of the shrine rushed through his brain.
Was he dead!?
Panic, confusion and nervousness filled his mind, destroying all the safeness he felt just seconds before. His racing heartbeat filled his senses and he could barely breathe.
Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, and he jolted upwards. He took sharp and short breaths, chest rising and falling as he choked in pure panic. The room was completely unfamiliar, there wasn't a single thing he could recognize; his clothes had changed too, instead of his winter clothes, he was wearing a light yukata. If he wasn't dead, he surely would die now. That was until a warm hand rubbed circles in his back, calming him down instantly, as if it was magic.
"Shh, you're okay." That voice… It belonged to the kitsune!
Jyushi turned around, sending the blankets flying, and stared at the man wide eyed. The boy had so many questions, but no words came from his mouth and instead looked like a fish out of the water.
"Take a deep breath," Hitoya instructed, taking a deep breath himself as an example.
After a couple of breaths, Jyushi's heart slowed down into a normal pace and he no longer was choking on his own words. And once he could speak, he immediately asked, "What happened!? Where am I!?"
"Our union shook the temple a little, but nothing actually happened. And this is my… Our home," he explained, grabbing Jyushi's hand.
Jyushi heavily blinked before making more questions, trying to put all the pieces together to understand his situation. " Our house?"
"Yes, now that we're husband and wife , we'll live together." Hitoya's lips turned into a smile, as his tails tried to wrap around Jyushi.
As if the kitsune's touch was burning him, Jyushi immediately pulled back, scrambling backwards until his back hit a wall. Fear rising from his stomach, making the young man nauseous. "What are you talking about?"
"Come on, mortals have weddings too, right?" Hitoya frowned and massaged his temples. The kitsune stood up and, tauntingly slow, approached Jyushi.
"Y-yes, but we aren't ma-" Analyzing his memories, it was impossible to miss the similitude between the wedding ceremonies he knew and the ritual the kitsune proposed. The ritual was a mix of worship and a wedding… And Jyushi fell for it. "You said… You said it would make my dreams come true…"
"Because it will," he stated, kneeling to Jyushi's level. The kitsune grabbed the boy's hands, careful to not harm him with his claws. "As your husband, it's my duty to give you a family and a bright future." His lips curled into a smile, showing his sharp fangs, that certainly didn't calm down Jyushi.
"I'm a man! There's no way we can have a family… Please, this is crazy!" Jyushi tried to pull his hands away, but Hitoya didn't allow it.
"Don't worry, the Inari is the goddess of fertility… There won't be any problems~," Hitoya purred with a dangerous glint in his eyes. "A wife shouldn't worry so much."
Jyushi wanted to protest, to run away, to wake up from this strange dream, but he stayed in place, gulping down all the words he didn't dare to say. He was trapped between the wall and Hitoya, and Hitoya was looking at him like a five course meal.
Hitoya chuckled before slowly leaning in. Jyushi tried to shrink himself and shut his eyes tight. His heart was racing, and the warm touch of Hitoya's hands along his arms made him shiver. Feeling the kitsune's hot breath against his skin, Jyushi pressed his lips into a fine line, doing his best to avoid the unavoidable.
As Hitoya’s lips pressed against his dry ones, Jyushi sucked in a sharp breath. He shivered, feeling goosebumps spread throughout his body; his heart thumped against his chest, threatening to burst. It was an awful situation, Jyushi reminded himself, but he couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of the kitsune’s experienced lips against his.
Sneaking his hands around Jyushi’s back, Hitoya reluctantly broke off the kiss, though he didn’t go far; he kept his face mere millimeters away from Jyushi’s. Taking a short peek through his long lashes, Jyushi gathered the courage to grab Hitoya’s shoulders, trying to put more space between them. Displeased with his
wife’s
actions, the kitsune crushed their lips, nipping at his wife’s bottom lips with his fangs, forcing him to open his mouth and allowing his tongue to slip in.
Jyushi’s head was spinning, the aggressiveness with which Hitoya kissed him and tightened his grip around his waist was intoxicating. Even if he tried to fight back, Hitoya overpowered him in every way, so he stayed still, allowing the kitsune to do as he pleased, but didn't plan on reciprocating Hitoya's actions.
"Come on, relax," Hitoya breathed out as he pulled away. Using his grip around Jyushi's waist, he dragged the boy onto his lap, laughing when he squeaked. "Shall we go to bed, dear?"
Looking away, Jyushi refused to respond, not like Hitoya seemed to care. The kitsune adjusted his grip around Jyushi before standing up and carrying him to the messy futon, laying him down with the utmost care. He licks his lips at the sight of Jyushi’s slender body under him; he nips at Jyushi’s earlobe, drawing out a loud gasp from the boy.
"You like that?" His tails swished with delight. He repeats the action on the other ear and trails down Jyushi’s neck and into his clavicles, sucking and biting the unblemished porcelain skin.
Drawing in a shaky breath, Jyushi clenched his fists. It was the first time anyone ever touched him in such a way; everything was sensitive and the light scrape of Hitoya’s fangs sent intense shivers through his body. He bit his lip in an attempt to stop the pitiful sounds that escaped his mouth.
Trailing down, Hitoya pulled open the upper part of Jyushi's yukata and with a delighted smile latched his mouth on one of the boy's pink nipples. Swirling his tongue and using his fangs was the best combination, it immediately had Jyushi arching his back and wiggling under him.
In a moment of overstimulation, Jyushi raised his fist and hit Hitoya on the back, successfully getting the kitsune off him. "Stop!"
Rolling his shoulders, Hitoya backed off. His green eyes looked down on Jyushi, how dare his wife hit him, when all he wanted was to please him? "What?"
Crossing his arms in front of his chest for some modesty, Jyushi rolled to his side. It wasn't supposed to be pleasurable, yet when Hitoya kissed him, bit him and touched him, the thoughts of running away started to melt away; it scared him. "I don't want this…" he mumbled. It was a half truth and half lie.
The yokai furrowed his brows; humans were too confusing. "Your body doesn't say the same thing," he argued, hovering his hand around the bulge between Jyushi's leg's, though he didn't dare to touch; his pride couldn't take another hit.
"I'm… scared, okay?" His eyes filled with tears, being vulnerable wasn’t something he enjoyed, but admitting his fear lifted a weight off his chest.
Pressing his lips into a thin line, Hitoya sat next to Jyushi. As a powerful yokai, he didn't quite grasp the concept of fear; it was an emotion he left behind thousands of years ago, but he wouldn't let his partner suffer from such emotion. "There's two things I dislike." Jyushi turned his neck, sniffing as a few tears fell from his eyes. "One, cheap offerings, and two, knowing my partner is in distress."
Jyushi tilted his head as he wiped away his tears. It would be stupid to believe Hitoya's words again, but he sounded sincere…
Sensing Jyushi's doubts, he shuffled closer to his wife and placed a hand on his hips, moving slowly enough that, if Jyushi wanted, he could stop him. "Let me… Take care of you." Choosing the right words was much more of a task than he had initially thought. While he couldn't understand Jyushi's fear, he wanted to reassure him that everything was alright.
Jyushi knitted his brows, thinking about his response. A part of him wanted to beg the kitsune for a way home, while the other kept thinking about how good the kitsune could make him feel. Growing impatient, Hitoya took the prolonged silence as a ' go ahead ', if he really wanted to stop he wouldn't need so much time to decide.
A high-pitched squeak left Jyushi's reddening lips as a sneaky hand opened his yukata and caressed his inner thigh, forcing his legs apart. Seemingly enthralled with his reactions, Hitoya carefully used his claws, making Jyushi shiver. The kitsune rolled him on his back once again and slotted himself between Jyushi's spread legs before kissing him again.
This time, it was much more gentle, the way he sealed their lips together was much sweeter, as if saying he could thrust him. Warmth spread throughout Jyushi's body, and he surrendered to Hitoya; closing his eyes, he kissed back. A purr rose in Hitoya's throat when he felt Jyushi's lips move, while his wife clearly lacked the technique, he was more than happy to teach him.
After they parted to take a breath, Hitoya ducked his head and peppered Jyushi's neck and chest with kisses, murmuring words of praise in between them. "You're so beautiful, my dear," he said, teasing Jyushi's nipples with his thumbs.
Not knowing what to say, Jyushi tilted his head, giving Hitoya more space and places to kiss, and held onto the fabric of Hitoya's clothes.
Hitoya took the opportunity to bite Jyushi's neck, hard enough to make him gasp, but careful to not break the skin. After all, Jyushi wouldn't be able to carry his mark; it would only hurt him, and on their wedding night everything was all about pleasure.
Next, Hitoya moved his hands down south and undid Jyushi’s loin-cloth, then he stroked his wife’s half-hard cock, using the small beads of pre-come to ease his movements. The foreign touch made Jyushi gasp and shudder, as a reflex, he covered his mouth with his hand, embarrassed by all the little sounds he was making.
"You have a lovely voice," Hitoya purred right into Jyushi’s ear. The heat and embarrassment turned the boy’s face and ears pink, which in Hitoya’s opinion, was extremely cute.
Shuffling a bit, Hitoya grabbed Jyushi’s ankles and folded him in half, exposing his small ass. "Hi-Hitoya!" Jyushi squeaked, trying his best to cover himself with his yukata. The kitsune spread his cheeks apart and licked his lips, as if he had been presented with the best meal of his life; with no hesitation he lowered himself and started licking Jyushi’s hole.
"S-stop," he moaned, tears blurring his vision. "That’s, ngh, dirty!"
Licking a long stripe from his hole to his balls, Hitoya forced himself to stop for a second. "Don’t say that~ Every part of you is worth worshiping!" And with that, he went back to work, delighting himself with Jyushi’s body.
Jyushi’s hips stuttered. His body losing itself to pleasure, while his mind tried to keep so decency, which was hard when Hitoya pushed his tongue through his tight ring of muscles. In a desperate motion, his hands grabbed a few strands of Hitoya's hair, unsure of how to guide him. The action pulled a growl out of the yokai, who intensified his ministrations.
It didn't take much for Jyushi to become a mess. His legs quivered around Hitoya's shoulders as the man kept exploring his insides. "Too m-much!" he cried, finally pushing his hips, driving Hitoya's tongue even deeper.
A pair of powerful hands wrapped around his hips, forcing him to stay put. As Jyushi wiggled in an attempt to get more, Hitoya pulled himself away, with a string of spit connecting him to Jyushi.
"Wha… Something's wrong?" Jyushi asked, his chest raising and falling rapidly.
Opening his yukata and getting rid of his loin-cloth, Hitoya said, "I think it's time to give you my all, don't you agree?"
Jyushi's eyes took in the view of Hitoya's body, slowly trailing down and once he laid eyes on Hitoya's cock, he couldn't help but swallow hard. He didn't have a comparison, but he could tell that the yokai was above average in every sense. "Hi-Hitoya…"
"Don't worry," he whispered before placing a kiss on Jyushi's forehead. Lining up the tip of his cock with Jyushi's hole, he slowly pushed in, stopping every time Jyushi flinched or groaned. He wished to simply slam in, but the idea of hurting his wife didn't sit right with him, so focused on peppering Jyushi with kisses.
After what felt like an eternity, Hitoya was fully seated inside his wife, consummating their marriage. Jyushi's tight walls held him in place with a vice-grip, driving him to the brink of madness.
"It's t-too much," Jyushi sniffed, tears rolling down his flushed face. "I can't- I…"
Hitoya shushed him and kissed his tears away. "It's okay, I know you can take it." While Jyushi tried to calm down, Hitoya made himself useful by gently caressing his waist, the small of his back and legs. And while Jyushi was distracted, he took the opportunity to work his magic into his wife's body, forcing it to relax; it was a dirty trick, but his patience was running thin.
Releasing a deep breath, Jyushi wiggled his hips, testing out what his body could handle. The stretch didn't hurt anymore, and he found himself enjoying the feeling of being filled up to almost a breaking point.
"Feeling better?"
Jyushi nodded. "I think… I think you can move."
Not needing to be told twice, Hitoya rolled his hips, and the air was knocked out of Jyushi's lungs. Every drag against his sensitive walls had Jyushi seeing stars; it was as if his husband knew all the sensitive spots of his body.
The room filled with Jyushi's soft moans as Hitoya picked up the pace. It still stung a little, but Jyushi focused on how good he felt. In the village, intimacy was a big taboo, so he had never imagined it would feel so amazing.
Wrapping his arms and legs around Hitoya's bigger frame, Jyushi rocked his hips, meeting his thrusts halfway. "More, please," he begged between moans.
Licking his lips, Hitoya leaned down to kiss Jyushi, distracting him from the fact that he almost pulled out completely, only leaving the tip of his throbbing cock inside before slamming back in. Jyushi's shriek was muffled by his husband's lips, but as soon as they parted, nothing could stop the cries and moans that spilled from his glistening lips.
Jyushi arched his back once Hitoya started playing with his nipples, seeking more of the unique feeling of claws scaring his skin. His husband's hands lit up a fire under his skin, and slowly spread it through his entire body, slowly driving him mad. The pain and pleasure mixed into something Jyushi was quickly becoming addicted to.
"You'll look so beautiful once I fill you with our kits," Hitoya grunted through the sound of skin slapping skin. "Tits heavy and belly round."
The fog inside his mind didn't allow him to think clearly, but Jyushi nodded nonetheless. "Yes, yes," he repeated, digging his nails through the fabric of his husband's yukata.
With a slight change in the angle of Hitoya's hips, the head of his cock hit a bundle of nerves that made Jyushi choke on his own voice. Powerless under the raw strength of the kitsune, Jyushi could only writhe and drool as his sweet spot was mercilessly abused with each snap of his husband's hips.
Grabbing Jyushi's legs by the back of bis knee's, Hitoya folded him in half like it was nothing. Sobbing, Jyushi tried to hold on to the kitsune's back, but his trembling body didn't have the strength and instead, his arms fell to his sides. He was at his husband's mercy.
Suddenly, shockwaves pulsed through Jyushi's body and his vision filled with dark spots. Ropes of cum landed on his abdomen as he twitched and mewled, hands desperately gripping the futon. Hitoya whispered words of praise into his ear, but he was too far gone to understand any of them.
As he came down from his high, the way Hitoya abused every sensitive spot in his body turned from pleasurable to uncomfortable, almost painful. Jyushi bit his lip and tried to relax as his husband kept fucking him, but he couldn't stop himself from trying to squirm away.
Pushing his hands against Hitoya's chest, he begged, "no more, please! It's too much!"
Silencing his sobs, Hitoya kissed him. "Hold on a little longer." His thrusts were becoming sloppy, less punctuated and deep. "I know you can take it," he growled, holding Jyushi in place by the waist.
" N-nooo… " His imploring words were ignored as Hitoya buried himself deep inside Jyushi, and within a matter of seconds, he emptied his hot load. The abuse and sensation of being filled up to the brim were enough to pull another orgasm out of Jyushi's tired body. He hid his face in the crook of his husband's neck, sobbing as his body spasmed uncontrollably.
Running his fingers through Jyushi's dark locks, Hitoya whispered, "you did so well~." He kissed his wife's wet cheek and kept whispering sweet praises, helping him to calm down. "I'm sure you were made for me, so perfect and beautiful…"
Once Jyushi stopped shaking and caught his breath, Hitoya pulled out. The kitsune watched with sharp eyes as his wife's puffy, red hole clenched around nothing, body desperate to keep his seed inside.
"Hitoya…" Jyushi whimpered. He could barely keep his eyes open as he watched his husband get up to fetch the blankets he had thrown across the room.
Carefully, the yokai covered Jyushi's body with the softest blankets the boy had ever touched. Then, he joined him on the futon, wrapping his arms and tails around his wife, bringing him closer to his chest. "You should sleep."
Jyushi hummed and closed his eyes. Resting his head on Hitoya's chest, he fell asleep to the sound of his husband's heart.
The next time Jyushi awoke, he was alone; Hitoya’s side of the futon was slightly warm, so he had gotten up recently. He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes, when a loud voice boomed through the walls of Hitoya’s home. As he scrambled to get up, he heard Hitoya snap back at the stranger.
With no clothes, other than the dirty yukata from last night, he used the blankets to cover himself before slipping out of the room. While he knew nothing about the house, it was easy to locate Hitoya and the stranger, their arguing was too loud.
Following their voices, Jyushi found himself at the entrance of the house.
"A mortal!? You married a mortal!?"
Peeking from behind a wall, Jyushi saw a man with fire-red hair and golden eyes. The man pinched the bridge of his nose and turned away from the kitsune, who swayed his tails in annoyance and pinned his ears back.
"I don't see what's the problem." Hitoya crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Besides, I didn't ask for your opinion, I simply wanted you to check up on his health."
"Well, I expected to come here and find another yokai, not a human you forced into marriage!" The redhead threw his hands up in the air before puffing out his chest, trying to intimidate Hitoya.
"I didn't force him into anything!" The kitsune quickly defended himself, his gaze looming over the shorter man. "Wait… Is this about your failed attempt to seduce that mismatched eye human? Are you jealous?" The redhead gasped and stepped away, making Hitoya smirk.
The tension was too much for Jyushi to bear; he didn't want the two men to start a physical fight. Swallowing hard and securing his grip on the blankets, he stepped from his hiding spot behind the wall. Hitoya was the first to notice him, his ears twitching as they picked up the sound of his steps.
"Jyushi! Is everything alright?" He walked to his side and grabbed him by the shoulders, the argument long forgotten.
"Y-you weren't in bed…" Jyushi's gaze drifted to the redhead, who sighed and walked towards the door. Hitoya followed his eyes and turned his neck.
"I'll come back in a couple of days," said the man, waving his hand before closing the door behind him.
The tension in Hitoya's shoulders released, and he groaned, "sorry about… That."
"Who was he?"
"The son of a friend… you'll meet him in a couple of days, like he said." He didn't really explain anything to Jyushi. "Let's get you some clothes, okay?"
Jyushi nodded, grabbing his husband's hand and following him back to the bedroom, where Hitoya opened the closet and presented him with an expensive kimono collection, insisting that he chose whatever he liked the most. It was a hard choice, not only were the garments stunningly beautiful, but Jyushi also felt intimidated by such high quality fabrics and craftsmanship; he was used to much cheaper clothes.
In the end, he chose the simplest one.
"Hitoya, can I ask something?" He said as the kitsune helped him dress. His husband hummed in response, too focused on making his wife look perfect. "Where… Where are we?" From the glimpse he had gotten through the open door, it looked nothing like any place he had ever visited.
Hitoya stayed silent for a second, pressing his lips into a tight line as he slipped the socks around Jyushi's feet. "We are in the spirit realm…"
Blinking slowly, Jyushi nodded. It made sense… until it didn't, making all kinds of alarm bells go out inside his brain. "Spirit realm!?"
"Us yokai can't stay in the human realm for long periods of time," he explained, looking around the room, purposefully avoiding Jyushi's eyes.
"Can I go back to my… my world?" Jyushi ran his fingers through his hair, pushing his bangs back. His breathing became uneven as he tried to meet Hitoya's gaze. "Can I go back to my family!?"
Putting some space between them, Hitoya said, "not for now."
Jyushi's knees gave out. For a moment he had allowed himself to fantasize about the future, thinking that living with Hitoya wouldn't be bad, thinking that he could still visit the village and see his parents again, and tell them he was okay. But that wasn't possible, he was trapped.
Hitoya kneeled in front of him, hovering his hands around Jyushi's shoulders, scared to touch him. "I… I'll go get breakfast…" And he walked away, leaving him truly alone.
Tears fell to the ground as he mourned his old life. He had taken in for granted, and it had slipped through his fingers. All because of one selfish wish.
He doesn't know how long he stays there, crying in silence as he goes through last night’s events, feeling stupid for accepting Hitoya's deal so easily. He pulls at his hair, trying to focus on anything else but the ache on his chest.
When he hears Hitoya's footsteps approach, he stops, shaking off the strands he pulled out and tries to get his act together. He put himself in this mess, and he would deal with the consequences.
"I hope you like mochi." It was Hitoya's way of announcing his presence before stepping into the room. In his hands he carried a tray full of sweets, aside from the teapot and cups.
Jyushi wanted to say something, but his body didn't respond correctly. He simply stayed still as. the kitsune placed the tray on the ground and poured him a cup of tea, rambling about some benefits of the blend.
"Here you go," the kitsune put the cup near Jyushi, offering him an awkward smile, though it's soon blurred by his tears.
Then the walls are closing on him, suffocating him as a punishment for his stupid choices.
"Jyushi? Hey, Jyushi, look at me." Hitoya sounds far away, almost an entire world away.
He couldn't take it. Wobbling up, Jyushi followed the first thing that came into his mind. He stumbled away, placing a hand on the wall in an attempt to not trip over. He could hear Hitoya call him and follow him, but he couldn’t think clearly, he barely knew where he was going.
"Jyushi, wait."
The front door was heavy, it was a struggle to slide it open with his shaky fingers and sweaty hands, but he managed to do it. As the outside breeze hit him in the face, Jyushi finally took a deep breath in and out.
He needed more of it; needed to get away from the crumbling house.
"Hold on!" Hitoya tried to grab his hand, but it's a second too late.
Jyushi stumbled out the door, falling face first into the stone path. Once his brain registered the pain, he didn't know if he was crying because of the emotional or physical ache, but he couldn't stop his wailing. He gasped for air, pulling his face away from the rocks as he cried his eyes out.
Hitoya rushed to his side, checking if he was injured. His cool hands pat down his arms and legs, then his claws rake through his head, giving him a light massage.
"I'm okay," he choked out, hiding his scratched and dirty face from Hitoya.
"Let's go back inside."
"Okay…"
Effortlessly, Hitoya pulled him into his arms and carried him back to the safety of the house. Now that he was in his husband's arms, the building no longer was crumbling around him.
"Sorry," he sniffled, "I ruined the kimono…"
A small chuckle bubbles in Hitoya's throat. "The kimono is the last of my worries."
After a much needed bath, Jyushi slipped back into bed, using his husband's tails as pillows while eating the mochis Hitoya had offered him at breakfast. Despite what had happened an hour ago, he felt at peace. Maybe it was his brain's way of keeping him sane, but the domesticity of eating in bed while surrounded by Hitoya's luscious fur was nice.
Though Hitoya didn't seem as relaxed. His brows were pinched together, his gaze fixated on the floor and his lips pressed into a line.
Through the corner of his eye, Jyushi watched Hitoya in silence, slowly munching the sweets. He felt guilty for making his husband worry; he hadn't meant to stumble away and fall face first. When he had calmed down, he realized he could've gotten seriously hurt, and the possibility was probably tormenting Hitoya.
Swallowing the last of the mochi, he turned to the side, brushing Hitoya's fur with his fingers. "Hitoya," he called, a small smile formed in his lips as he watched his husband's ears perk up at his voice.
"Yes?"
He opened and closed his mouth a few times, his body temperature changing with embarrassment. "Last night… It was really good," he muttered. Jyushi tried to not be ashamed, after all, it was normal between married couples, right? "I want to feel like that again."
A flash of desire crossed Hitoya's eyes, his sharp pupils becoming full blown with lust, drowning out the green of his iris, but his body stayed still. He hesitated, still worried about Jyushi's well-being.
Hiding his face against Hitoya's tails, Jyushi said, "please?" And that was all Hitoya needed to hear. He leaned down and captured his wife's lips into a slow kiss. Jyushi hummed, imitating the way his husband's lips moved.
Grabbing Jyushi, Hitoya effortlessly manhandled him into his lap, where he deepened the kiss, forcing his tongue into his wife's mouth. His hands rested on Jyushi’s hips, kneading and massaging the flesh with circular motions, making his wife squirm, giving some delicious friction to his crotch.
As they separated to breathe, Jyushi placed light kisses along Hitoya’s jaw, lightly giggling as his husband’s stubble tickled his nose. Such displays of affection made Hitoya’s tails stand tall and rigid; he couldn’t contain himself and pushed Jyushi back into the futon. He crawled on top of his wife and almost ripped off Jyushi’s sleepwear.
Intervening, Jyushi helped his husband with his clothes and pulled at Hitoya’s belt. He wanted to see him naked too.
It took them a couple minutes of desperate fumbling before they get rid of all their clothes.
Gazing upon Jyushi’s naked body, which was covered in hickeys and bite marks from last night, the first thing Hitoya did was pinch his hardening nipples, drawing out a surprised moan from him. The kitsune rubbed, bit and sucked on his wife’s sensitive chest, a low purr vibrating in his throat.
"Can’t wait to taste your milk. I’m sure it will be the best drink," he said, using the pad of his fingers to bully the rosy buds.
"D-don’t say that," Jyushi breathed out, body flushed with embarrassment. In his mind, he thought his husband was just talking about his fantasies, nothing serious.
Careful to not let his claws injure Jyushi, Hitoya chuckled, his wife was the cutest. "Okay, just because you asked nicely." Placing one last bite around the right nipple, his hands trailed down Jyushi's flat abdomen; hopefully it would soon start to grow, along with their future kits.
"Kiss me, please," Jyushi whimpered, extending his arms, inviting Hitoya to hug him.
Hitoya immediately wrapped his arms around Jyushi and kissed him, nipping at his lower lip with his fangs. He drank up every sound his wife made until an idea crossed his mind. Forcing himself to part from Jyushi's sweet lips, he said, "Can you turn around for me?"
"S-sure!" With the help of his husband’s hands, Jyushi turned around, using his knees for support, putting his ass on display, while he rested his head on the soft futon. Pleased with the view of his wife’s supple ass, the yokai cupped his cheeks, massaging and spreading them apart til he could see Jyushi’s entrance.
Jyushi buried his red face on the futon. "Stop that…" his muffled voice quivered. His weak plea worked, Hitoya pulled his hands away and kissed his naked shoulder.
Now that Jyushi wasn’t looking, he conjured his magic. It was a relatively weak spell, meant to last no more than an hour. "This may feel strange at first, but I need you to trust me. It’ll make you feel great, I promise," he warned before placing his hand on Jyushi's lower back.
A squeak escaped Jyushi's lips as a warm sensation spread through his veins. It was too hot, almost as if his insides were on fire and lava crawled through his veins. He squeaked again once he noticed a wet sensation in his entrance. "W-what's going on!?"
A chill ran down his spine as Hitoya used his thumb to smear the sticky substance. "This will make things easier for us. It's nothing to be afraid of."
Jyushi tried to turn around, but Hitoya placed a hand in-between his shoulder blades, keeping him in place. The fire burning him from the inside, plus the weird sticky substance, made him spill a couple tears. He could barely handle the embarrassment.
Massaging his wife's tense muscles, Hitoya peppered his back with kisses. "Thrust in me," he moaned, rubbing his throbbing cock in-between his ass cheeks, teasing his wet hole with the tip of his hard cock.
Every time the tip got caught in the ring of muscle, Jyushi couldn't help but tense up. If Hitoya decided to slip in, it would hurt and the weird liquid would keep leaking.
As if purposefully ignoring his worries, Hitoya grabbed him by the hips and sank his cock into his wet heat. Jyushi braced himself for the pain, he closed his eyes and grabbed the futon, but said pain never came. The more Hitoya's cock slipped in, the more his body loosened up and enjoyed it. Once his husband's full length was buried deep inside, the fire that threatened to consume him died down and the sticky substance made every little movement from Hitoya ten times better.
"See? It feels good, right?" Hitoya cooed, rocking his hips in a lazy manner, getting close to Jyushi's sweet spot, but never touching it.
Jyushi tried to respond, but all that came out of his mouth were broken moans and mewls. His legs failed him, but Hitoya's powerful grip around his hips kept him up in place. As his husband finally snapped his hips with an animalistic force, Jyushi cried out his name, weakly trying to rock his hips.
Every time Hitoya pulled out, before slamming in at a punishing pace, more slick sprouted from Jyushi's hole. Wet sounds resonated against the walls, alongside Jyushi's cries and Hitoya's groans.
"Fuck, you're so tight." Leaning over Jyushi's back, flushing his chest against it, he pulled his wife's earlobe in between his teeth and grabbed his jaw, forcing him to crane his neck.
Tears blurred his vision, Jyushi was powerless under his husband. The only thing he could do was take whatever Hitoya gave him. "H-Hitoya, please," he begged, even though he didn’t know what he was begging for. Was it for his husband to slow down or for him to fuck him harder?
He choked back a sob as Hitoya tugged him up. They were both kneeling, except that if Hitoya let go, Jyushi wouldn't be able to stay in place. With the new angle, Hitoya's length reached deeper, dragging against Jyushi's pulsating walls.
Jyushi might be taller, but he was also smaller. He was just perfect for Hitoya to use, love and protect.
Using the position to his advantage, Hitoya's hands made their way up to Jyushi's flushed chest. His fingers twisted and pinched the hard buds while he used his mouth to mark Jyushi's neck. He didn't stop even when his wife sobbed and shrieked; he knew how much Jyushi could take before breaking and he wouldn't go pass that limit.
"Gonna to cum for me?" He grunted. Jyushi's walls contracted around his cock, as if trying to keep him seated deep inside. "You're taking me so well~."
Wailing in response, Jyushi blindly searched for his husband's hand, he dragged his slim fingers across his body, making himself shiver, until he was able to intertwine his hand with Hitoya's. His brain barely functioned, whatever Hitoya had done to him had sent him into a daze, where only pleasure mattered.
"Hitoya!" He sobbed as his body seized, ropes of cum landing on the futon as his husband growled and moaned, driving himself balls deep before cumming inside.
They stayed still for a while until Jyushi's body went limp and almost dropped into the futon. Hitoya was quick to catch him and noticed his wife had passed out. He laid down and held Jyushi close.
Once Jyushi woke up, they would eat and take another bath, but for now, they would rest.
The following week was full of bliss. The tranquil lifestyle of the kitsune allowed them to stay close together during most of the day; in the mornings Hitoya brought him breakfast in bed, then they cuddled for a while before getting up. Before lunch Hitoya would work on some yokai stuff Jyushi didn't even begin to comprehend, and as a pastime, Jyushi would tend to the garden. Once it was lunchtime, Jyushi whipped up something to eat; a task he had taken once he noticed his husband's poor cooking skill.
Evening was quickly becoming Jyushi's favorite time of the day. It was when Hitoya's insatiable nature surfaced and his husband fucked him endlessly. Jyushi never imagined he would enjoy sex so much, but within a week, he was becoming just as needy as his husband. Then, after they had a moment to recharge, they would take a bath and eat dinner.
It was the life Jyushi had wanted, and though he missed his village and parents, Hitoya made sure he never felt alone.
But their routine was interrupted when a certain redhead showed up in their garden.
Jyushi had been watering the hydrangeas when, from the corner of his eye, saw the man approaching.
"Uh, hello?"
The man scratched the back of his neck as he approached Jyushi. "You're Jyushi, right?"
He nodded. "And you are…?"
"That fox didn't tell ya'?" he huffed, kicking some loose pebbles. "I'm Kuko, nice to meet ya'."
"Nice to meet you too." He slightly bowed, not wanting to upset who he assumed was another powerful creature. "Hitoya is inside, if you’re looking for him!"
Kuko clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. "I'll talk to that dumbass later. I came here because he requested I check up on your health."
Pressing his lips, Jyushi vaguely remembered Hitoya mentioning it when he was arguing with Kuko days ago. "Should we go inside or…" he asked, tugging at the sleeves of his kimono. As a human, he couldn't really imagine what a yokai's check up consisted of.
"Nah, just sit on the engawa," Kuko ordered.
As Jyushi sat down, Kuko kicked his boots off, before climbing up. As Kuko rolled his shoulders, the sliding doors opened. It was Hitoya, who raised a brow once his eyes met with the redhead’s..
"Hitoya!" Jyushi greeted with a smile, while Kuko scowled and turned his gaze away.
"Hello," he said, smiling back at Jyushi and sneakily using his tails to hit Kuko's back. "I would appreciate it if you announced your presence, you brat."
Kuko clenched his fists and answered, "shut up, I'm not here to visit any power hungry kitsunes!"
Taking a deep breath, Hitoya let go of the accusation and silently sat beside Jyushi, wrapping one of his tails around his waist. Jyushi brushed the fur of the tail, letting himself relax into its grip.
With a judgemental stare, Kuko rubbed his palms together, quickly creating a pulsing energy in his hands. Jyushi watched in awe as a green light filtered through the redhead's fingers; it was similar to the stories he would hear from villagers claiming to have encountered spirits up in the mountain.
"You might feel a bit of a vibration, but nothing major," Kuko explained like it was no big deal, almost as if he was simply talking about the weather. "You ready?"
Letting go of Hitoya's tail and replacing it by gripping his kimono, Jyushi swallowed hard before nodding. It was scary; he didn't know what to expect from Kuko's magic, but refusing would get him nowhere. "Yes," he said, doing his best to keep his voice from shaking.
Kuko's hands cupped his face and the green light wrapped itself around Jyushi. He felt the vibration the man had mentioned, but it wasn't scary as he thought, instead it felt like a nice massage to his muscles. It was making him sleepy.
That was until Kuko pulled away with a gasp. His face turned a shade of red that rivaled his hair and he clenched his fists before giving the kitsune a kick. "You couldn't even wait a week!?"
"Huh!? What are you doing!?" Hitoya rose to his feet, his eyebrows twitching and the fur of his tails bristling.
"Ya' already got him pregnant!"
Jyushi snapped his head, wide eyed and pale. Surely he had misheard. "What!?"
"You're fuckin' pregnant!"
After the chaotic afternoon, Kuko and Hitoya did their best to explain the situation to Jyushi, who thought they were joking, until it went for too long to be a joke. Then, when he realized he actually was pregnant, he almost passed out, making both men worried sick.
Now, nine months had passed and with heavy eyes, Jyushi looked down at his two sons that slept in his arms. They both had the smallest tuft of black hair, and when they had been away, they had looked at him with beautiful green eyes, almost identical to their father's.
He nuzzled the top of their little heads before turning to his husband, who held their daughter. She didn't have any hair like her brothers, but whatever the color was, it would be beautiful.
"You did amazing," Hitoya whispered before placing a kiss on top of his wife's head. His green eyes were slightly red, as he had been teaching up since the moment he was allowed to see Jyushi and meet their children.
"I'm pretty tough," he joked, even though his entire body ached. If it hadn't been for the Harai's magic, he wouldn't have been able to pull through the labor; he owed both of them the biggest thanks ever.
But the pain didn't matter to him at the moment. He had done it! He had brought their triplets into the world, despite not being a yokai whose bodies could withstand the strain more easily..
"You are." Hitoya shuffled closer, offering his shoulder for Jyushi to lean into. "Thank you for everything…"
Jyushi let his head drop and made himself comfortable by his husband’s side. "I hope next time it’s just one baby," he yawned, closing his eyes.
"Next time?" Hitoya did his best to keep his voice low, but he couldn’t control the way his tails straightened out in surprise before wrapping them around Jyushi’s body.
"Yeah, next time…"