Taunt Not the Demon
By: Tazzy
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Hints of non-con and definately m/m relationships
Disclaimer: I don't own 'em. Not the powers or the pretty boys themselves.
Dedication: To Joishmyoga for wonderful inspirations and her List O' Doom.
Author’s Notes: I apologies if Draco seems a bit OOC. I’m not use to writing him. ALso, this comes after Joisbishmyoga's story "The Best Defense" so reading that one first might help you understand a few things here.

Gasping for breath, Draco ran through the forest, desperately trying to get away from the silver demon that was racing behind him. How long he had been running in a mad flight with no determined direction, the boy couldn’t say, but he hoped that he was gaining distance on his pursuer. A flash of silver out of the corner of his eye caused Draco to swerve between two trees as the demon’s laughter floated on the air and a groan slipped out of Draco’s lips as he realized that his demonic foe was just playing with him.

Bursting from the trees, the platinum haired boy slipped slightly on the moss covering the ground before running wildly to the creek that trickled down the center of the meadow only to crash face first on the ground as the plants themselves rose up to tangle around his feet. Desperately, Draco clawed at the moss, trying to get free and the creeping plant released its hold on him just as a silver shadow ghosted across the ground. Desperately, he tapped into his magic and a quartz blade formed in his hand just as the demon reached him. Draco rolled on his back and swung his blade at his foe only for his wrist to be caught in a strong hand tipped with sharp claws.

“Little boys shouldn’t play with sharp objects,” murmured Youko Kurama as he plucked the blade from Draco’s hand and drove it into the ground too far away from Draco to even think about retrieving it. Silver hair fell like a curtain around Draco’s face, shining in the full moonlight and lending an ethereal glow to the demon now crouched over him pinning his hands beside his head.

“I’m not a little boy!” snapped Draco, squirming in the silver fox’s inhuman grasp as he tried to throw the fox demon off of him and tried to ignore his body’s reaction to being pinned down by someone much taller and stronger than him. As a Malfoy, power was an aphrodisiac for him, and he was honest enough to admit to himself when he found someone of either sex attractive. That didn’t mean that Draco would allow *anyone* to top him and he chose his bed partners with care and consideration, making sure that none of them talked and all were easy to manipulate into his bed or out of his life.

A husky chuckle accompanied a slight rocking of hips and Draco bit back a groan at the spike of pleasure that raced through his body even as he forced his eyes to stay open, glaring at his tormentor. Golden eyes glowed with mischief as fangs peaked out from pale rose lips and silver fox ears rose from a cloud of silky moonlight that shimmered around their faces. Soft moss rose up to encircle Draco’s wrists, trapping his arms as the sharp claws trailed lightly over his skin, and the demon sat up as his inhuman eyes trailed over Draco.

“It’s hard to tell with all these clothes you choose to wear.” That deep smooth voice rolled over Draco as a cool hand stroked his face before continuing down his chest, the sharp claws splitting the fabric. “Why humans insist on wearing so much that offers little protection is still beyond me.”

Draco yelped in surprise and protest as his robes and clothes were cut from his body and the fabric was pulled out from under him, leaving him lying on moss as soft as rich velvet. It brushed against his skin in a decadent manner and he moaned in appreciation before he could stop the sound. The husky chuckle above him brought an embarrassed flush to his face that not only had the demon managed to get an appreciative sound from Draco but that Draco had forgotten his presence long enough to utter the sound.

“No, definitely not a little boy,” purred that sinful voice in Draco’s ear as a hand reached down to caress his growing hardness with a whisper of sheer cloth and sharp claws. The danger so close to sensitive skin sent a shiver of excitement across Draco’s nerves and he had to fight the urge to thrust against that deadly hand. The demon’s weight lifted off of him as there was a whisper of cloth and Draco managed to open his eyes as the gauzy clothes the fox demon favored were dropped on top of his own shredded clothes, leaving the demon standing there clad only in moonlight and his own hair.

A shudder of desire swept through Draco as he gazed up at the fox demon. Pale, flawless skin covered a slender yet muscled form as the silver foxtail moved around long, slender legs. The silken waterfall of silver hair cascaded almost to the top of the tail as his ears twitched in amusement. Unable to help himself, Draco followed that hair down until his eyes rested on the demon’s desire, standing up proud and full under his gaze. It was just like the rest of the demon, long and slender but still large enough to cause envy in others.

“Do you like what you see, Draco?” purred that voice again, sending shivers through the young man. Even his name on the demon’s lips sounded like the sexiest thing Draco had heard from any of his lovers, and he shivered again at that thought. This was a demon, a dark creature that was even darker than Voldemort, and he was completely at its mercy yet he was still thinking about the fox as a lover.

‘He is handsome and desirable,’ whispered that insidious little voice in the back of his head, the same one that convinced him he was better off with the fox demon than to take a chance with Voldemort at the end of the year. ‘Those ears and golden eyes adding an exotic touch and the power that infuses that slender body.’

A clawed hand ran through that silver mane and carelessly dropped something on the ground before a flower sprouted and bloomed under the fox’s power. The blossom was about the size of a sunflower but resembled a heart-shaped morning glory, heavy with nectar and almost shimmering in the moonlight. A strange scent filled the air, soft and sweet but not cloying sweet like a cheap perfume, and Draco’s head swam with the scent.

“I’ve never had a lover who almost matched my own coloring,” mused that tempting voice as the demon lowered himself to the ground next to Draco and ran a surprisingly gentle hand over the wizard’s skin. “Hair’s a bit too blond and eyes are the wrong color but other than that, *very* close to my own.”

The fluffy tail swished itself over Draco’s groin and a low moan slipped from between his lips as he found his body starting to respond to the silver vision of temptation that stared down at him with glowing golden eyes. That soft hand trailed down his neck and chest, the claws barely brushing his skin but sending sparks of excitement dancing along his nerves. That silver head dipped down and Draco was kissed, gently but firmly as if the demon wouldn’t take his refusal. As if he could refuse at this point. Between the lack of clothing, that strange scent that was lowering his inhibitions, and the skillful caresses of the fox demon, Draco was aroused enough now that he had no objections to bedding this demon created from moonlight.

Those claws were tracing idle patterns on his skin as the demon stretched out next to Draco even as the fox leaned down for another kiss. Draco’s mouth opened almost eagerly under the assault as that agile tongue explored every crevice of the young man’s mouth as if settling into new territory, before a sharp claw lightly scraped over a pebbled nipple, drawing a delighted hiss from Draco. That husky chuckle escaped from the silver fox’s lips as the claws wandered lower to lightly dance across Draco’s aching hardness.

“Definitely not a little boy,” the fox murmured in agreement before that hand vanished and Draco whimpered, his hips bucking as he tried to follow that hand. He squirmed against the moss that held him, wanting to touch and be touched by the other one, seeking only his desire and not caring who his partner was.

“Please,” whimpered Draco as that tail came back, the soft fur teasing his groin with feathery caresses, and he thrust into it, trying to get as much contact as possible.

Golden eyes filled with mischief and lust filled Draco’s vision. “Please what?”

It was obvious that the demon wasn’t going to give Draco what he wanted until the young wizard begged and pleaded with the fox. Gritting his teeth against the pleasure threatening to swamp him completely, Draco glared at the demon, but his anger vanished under a moan as a rough tongue lapped at his nipple while a claw teased the other. His back arched, wanting more of that teasing and groaned in disappointment as that deliciously wicked mouth moved slowly down his chest, lingering here and there on soft skin as silken hair trailed after the fox. That mouth with just a hint of fangs teased Draco’s skin down to his throbbing desire only to avoid it as the demon tasted the skin where his legs started.

“Please what, Draco?” asked that voice again, the tone soft and coaxing as a finger dipped below his balls to tease the sensitive skin found there.

It was the last straw for Draco and words tumbled out of his mouth. “Please, touch me. Pleasure me. *Fuck* me for Merlin’s sake!” he begged, twisting against the moss that held him to get closer to his tormentor. “*Please* Kurama!”

“I like hearing my name on your lips,” confessed Kurama before Draco’s desire was enveloped in a hot, wet mouth, and the young wizard groaned as he tried to bury himself in that wet heat. A chuckling purr sent delicious vibrations through Draco’s cock and the platinum haired boy moaned only to yelp in surprise as a slick finger slipped past the tight ring of muscle. It was strange having someone’s finger in his arse, especially since whenever he had a male lover, Draco was the one who topped. It was not exactly uncomfortable, and when the finger touched something that sent sparks flashing behind his eyes, Draco knew that he could deal with much more than that if the sensations kept building.

Moaning almost nonstop now, Draco rocked between that delightful mouth wrapped around his cock and the teasing finger in his arse. The moss slipped away from his wrists and his hands immediately buried themselves in silver locks, fingers skittering around the twitching ears. Draco ran his hands through Kurama’s silver hair, part of him marveling at the silky texture that was softer than the finest silk Draco himself had worn.

“Oh, Merlin, yes,” groaned the young wizard as a second finger entered him, stroking and manipulating that wonderful spot inside him. The fingers stopped and Draco whined in frustration as that talented mouth was lifted from his cock.

“If you must moan someone’s name, I prefer it to be mine instead of some long dead wizards,” chided Kurama before twisting his fingers and viciously manipulating that spot. “Agree?”

“Yes, Kurama,” gasped Draco when he finally managed to get his breath back. Those fingers slipped out of him and he groaned in protest at the emptiness he was feeling before that mouth came down to steal his breath away in another claiming kiss. Something larger filled the emptiness left by the fingers and the young wizard couldn’t help but sigh in pleasure as he was filled to the bursting point, the unfamiliar stretch of unused muscles a pleasant burn.

When Kurama was fully seated inside him, Draco wrapped his legs around the slender waist, his ankles crossed above that fluffy tail, and tried to get the fox demon to move. He just knew it would be more intense if the fox would just *move*. Then Kurama started moving, a slow glide that left him empty before slowly being filled again. Draco’s own hips thrust up, wanting to keep that wonderful feeling going as the demon started moving a bit faster.

“*Yes!*” hissed the young wizard, his hands coming up to grab Kurama’s shoulders as the fox managed to hit that spot, causing him to arch up into the thrusts. There was a low growl above him, and Draco’s eyes fluttered open to see pale lips pulled back in a snarl to reveal sharp fangs as unfocused golden eyes glowed with lust.

Tightening his grip on the slender shoulders, Draco tried to use his legs to speed up Kurama’s thrusts but the demon was taking his own maddeningly slow time in fucking the young wizard. Something wet trickled between Draco’s fingers and a distant part of him realized that his nails had cut through the fox’s skin before strong arms slipped under his legs, shoving his knees almost up to his own shoulders.

Draco gasped for breath as the next thrust felt like it ended in his throat and he moaned, greedily, as he tried to thrust back on Kurama’s cock only to find any leverage he hand before was gone due to his position. Whining, Draco released his grip on Kurama’s shoulders and snaked one hand between them to fist his own errection only to moan in protest when his hands were gripped in a clawed hand and pinned above his head.

“You’ll come from me alone,” growled Kurama in Draco’s ear before sharp teeth nipped down to claim his lips in a harsh kiss. The fox sped up his thrusts, hips slamming into the back of Draco’s arse, and sending pleasure coursing through the young wizard who was reduced to whimpers and moans even as he strained to meet those violent thrusts with his own.

“Kurama!” howled Draco as he came hard.

***

Rolling out of bed with his rose whip out, Kurama glanced around for the threat when his eyes fell on a softly moaning Draco and the distinct wet spot on the thin blanket. Chuckling softly, Kurama replaced the rose in his hair and ghosted over to his reluctant roommate’s bed, bending down to pick up the shard of quartz that Draco had formed in his sleep. This was the fifth night that Draco had created a knife of some kind crystal in his sleep before waking Kurama with his restless tossing, but it was the first time that Kurama had any clue behind the restless dreams.

‘What interesting possibilities,’ mused the redhead as he placed the shard with the other four in his nightstand. With a reluctant shrug, Kurama crawled back under his covers before drifting back to sleep.