In Arrears: Nine - End

Komui’s eyes widened until the whites were clearly visible all the way around his slate black irises. “Er…” His fingers loosened from Marin’s coat sleeves.

Marin narrowed his gaze. “You were the guy with the needle. You’re the one that got me out of there.”

Komui flinched away from Marin’s gaze. “Your suitcase arrived with a letter from a Mr. Fox. It said that you would be…there on a specific day, and to send someone trustworthy, so…”

Marin’s brow lifted. “So you went to get me?”

“Yes I went!” Komui released Marin’s sleeves entirely to grab onto Marin’s coat lapels. “I couldn’t trust anyone else!” He stared up at Marin with his slate-black eyes wide and his cheeks bright pink. “I didn’t know that you were going to be…” He flinched. “That you were doing that, honest!” He bowed his head and groaned. “I walked in and was told you’d be ready in a little while, so I had a couple of drinks, and the next thing I know, I was being sent in to the baths, and then they sent me into this room and… And…” He shook his head.

Marin snorted. “And there I was.” Naked, spread out, and hard up for a fuck.

“Yeah.” Komui blew out a breath. “I had no idea what was going on.” He closed his eyes and shook his head. “Hell, I wasn’t even sure it was you! So I… I…” He glanced up at Marin and bit down on his bottom lip.

Marin jerked his gaze from Komui's lips and forced his mind back on track. “So, you just went along with it.”

Komui sighed and nodded. “Yeah.” He turned away and his face blushed a deeper pink. “I haven’t told anyone. No one knows, but me, and now I… I…”

Marin frowned. “And now you…what?”

Komui looked up at him with eyes dilated open to sheer darkness. “And now, I can’t get you out of my head.” He tugged on Marin’s lapels, pulling him closer. “Every time I catch even of glimpse of you…” His gaze lowered to focus quite obviously on Marin’s mouth. “I can’t stop…remembering.” His voice dropped to a hoarse whisper. “I can’t stop…wanting you.”

Marin swallowed, suddenly very aware of Komui’s erection pushing against his knee, and the erection seriously beginning to ache behind his own zipper. He spoke but it came out a breathless whisper. “You wanna fuck me.”

Komui’s eyes narrowed and his mouth tightened to a hard line. “Yes.” He angled his head up and tugged Marin’s lapels hard, bringing Marin’s mouth to his. His tongue stabbed past Marin’s parted lips to stroke Marin’s tongue in a hungry kiss.

Marin answered Komui’s kiss as though starved, stroking with his tongue, sucking with his lips, and nipping with his teeth. He didn’t know why he kissed him back…instinct, habit, training…? He didn’t give a rat’s ass. His body was on fire and that was all that mattered. He pressed close to rub his aching erection against the heavy ridge in Komui’s pants. A moan bubbled up from his throat. He needed that hard cock pressing up against him. He needed it inside him.

Komui’s hands shoved Marin’s coat off his shoulders where it flumped onto the floor at Marin’s feet. He jerked at the buttons on Marin’s shirt.

Impatient, Marin tugged Komui’s shirt from his pants and slid both hands under to lift the shirt up, baring his smooth belly and pale nipples. His lips followed his exploring fingers, and then his tongue. Komui felt so good, like silk. He smelled so good, like raw male arousal. He tasted so good, salt and sex…

Komui gasped and abandoned Marin’s shirt buttons in favor of tugging Marin’s belt open and then his pants. He shoved them down, freeing Marin’s cock.

Marin kicked his pants off, and away, not caring where they went. His fingers scrabbled for Komui’s belt and then his pants button and zipper.

Komui lifted up to slide his pants down to his knees.

Marin dove to take Komui’s cock into his mouth, licking and sucking on the hard, hot flesh. He tightened his throat muscles to take Komui as deep as he could and still breathe.

Komui grabbed a fistful of Marin’s hair, threw his head back, and bucked up into Marin’s mouth with a deep guttural groan.

Marin pulled his head away, saliva dribbling from the corner of his lips. “Now…”

Komui lifted his head, gasping for breath, his gaze half-lidded and slightly unfocused. “Now?”

Marin grabbed onto Komui’s shoulders and climbed up on the lounge, setting his knees on the cushions to either side of Komui’s thighs. He rose up on his knees above Komui’s lap, and reached down to grasp the saliva-slick cock to center it on his hungry anus.

Komui stared at Marin’s rigid erection and grasped Marin’s bare buttocks. “Wait…” Wait, you’re not…ready.”

Marin growled and began to lower himself. “I’m more than ready.” He pressed down on the hot, precum-slick crown of Komui’s cock and pushed to open himself. His anus relaxed, spread, and engulfed the flared head. He hissed. It ached, it burned, but inside, he pulsed with impatient hunger. He shoved down hard to take it all.

Komui gasped and dug his fingers into Marin’s ass. He bucked upward, driving the shaft deep.

That swollen ravenous place inside was struck and pressed tight, delivering a pleasure so intense and brutal, Marin howled. He lifted up on his knees and drove himself downward, starving for another taste.

Komui shouted and met him with an upward thrust.

They both howled and hammered at each other, thrust meeting thrust, fingers clutching, mouths sucking hard on shoulders and necks, their bodies writhing in a ravenous frenzy of sweat, flesh and raw lust.

Without stopping his upward thrusts, Komui reached up to lock his fingers in Marin’s long hair and pulled the man down for a kiss that bruised both their mouths.

Marin grabbed hold of Komui’s silky black hair and kissed him back just as hard, panting and moaning into his mouth.

Komui’s hand found Marin’s cock. “I’m right there…” He began to stroke in time to his thrusts. “Cum for me.” His half-lidded gaze focused on Marin’s straining face. “I want to see you cum.”

Climax rose horrifically fast, and crested. Marin choked and stiffened, his muscles straining. “God…” Release exploded within him. He threw his head back. Mouth open and straining, he screamed out his ecstasy. His balls clenched, his cock pulsed. Cum shot free to spatter Komui’s bare belly.

Komui’s eyes closed and his head went back. “Yes! Fuck yes!” He grabbed Marin’s ass with both hands and slammed the man down on his cock once, twice, thrice… Within Marin’s body, Komui’s cock pulsed, pumping hot cum deep within.

Marin collapsed on top Komui panting for breath, his head limp on his Komui’s shoulder, their limbs entwined and still locked intimately together. Both of them were dripping with sweat, and spattered with cum. “Shit…”

Komui groaned and dropped his head on Marin’s shoulder. “Okay, so now what do we do?”

Marin huffed out a hoarse laugh. “Well, I don’t think I’m ready to go picking out curtains, or anything.”

Komui snorted. “What I meant was; how often do you want to do this?”

Marin drew in a long breath. “What? Fuck? How about, whenever we feel the urge?”

Komui chuckled and ran his fingers through Marin’s sweaty red mane. “You’re not going to get a whole lot of work done.”

Marin groaned and pushed to sit up. He smiled down at the branch commander. “Neither are you.”

Komui grinned up at him. “That’s what staff are for.” He leaned up and pressed a kiss to Marin’s mouth.

Marin met him halfway.



Sometime before dawn, in his small tower room at the far end of the castle, Allen Walker lounged on his bed leaning back against the cast iron head board with one leg crossed over the other. His ice-gray gaze was focused entirely on the crystal clear holographic projection of his master Cross and the branch commander Komui sharing a kiss after their rather frantic fuck that had been recorded hours ago.

“So…” Allen smiled bitterly. “Who’s the filthy one now, master?” He turned to face his dresser and his smiled became one of utter innocence. “Thank you Timcampy.”

On his small dresser, the softball-sized golden golum marked by a cross closed his fanged mouth, ending the picture show recorded several hours earlier. The feathered wings unfolded at its sides and it fluttered into the air, its coldly flaming tail lashing.

Allen reached into his pocket and withdrew a piece of tightly folded black paper. He set the paper on his upraised palm and smiled at it. “Tell your master that all went exactly as planned.”

The folded paper abruptly rearranged itself into an origami fox. “Master says, thank you for your kind assistance in this matter.”

Allen grinned. “Tell your master, it was my pleasure. Really.” His smile evaporated, his gray gaze chilling to hoarfrost. “I owe your master my life. He’s welcome to my assistance any time he should need it, especially when it comes to Cross and his debts.”

The paper fox bowed low, his tail flicking into the air. “Master says, should the need arise, he will contact you in the usual fashion.”

Allen rolled his eyes. “Don’t you mean when the need arises? I somehow doubt that Cross has learned his lesson, even from this.”

The paper fox rose up on its hindquarters. “Master says, in that case, he looks forward to working with you again.” The fox tilted its head. “He also says that your percentage of the profits have been deposited into your account.”

Allen bit down on his bottom lip. “Please tell your master that I didn’t pass the innkeeper that card or deliver his letter for that.”

The paper fox sat down on its haunches and shook its tiny head. “Master says, he knows that, but a job well done deserves fair payment.”

Allen snorted. “Tell your master, thank you, but getting Cross to pay his own debts is more than enough payment for me.”

The paper fox lifted a tiny paw. “Master says, what’s done is done. What’s paid is paid.”

Allen rolled his eyes. “Great, thanks.”

The paper fox nodded. “Master says, you’re welcome. He also says, stay alive and remain pure, Allen Walker. He is looking forward to collecting what you promised on your eighteenth birthday. Keeping you alive after that Noah attacked you in China was not an easy feat.”

Allen’s cheeks bloomed hot pink. “I haven’t forgotten.” He rolled his eyes. “Though I don’t know why he wants…that.”

The paper fox sat up and pointed a tiny paw at the silver-haired boy. “Master says, just because you do not see beauty in your face and form does not mean that others do not. He is most definitely looking forward to tasting more than merely your lips, Allen Walker.”

Allen’s cheeks turned scarlet. He turned away and covered his face with his overlarge and non-human hand. “Okay, yeah, thanks. Can I go now?”

The paper fox nodded. “Good night, Allen walker.” It abruptly unfolded into a small sheet of black paper then refolded into a neat and simple square.

Allen hastily shoved the paper into his wallet and tossed the leather billfold on his night table. He rubbed his face with both hands. “God, what is it with kitsune and their fixation with sex?”