Who could blame him? He'd been heavily resistant to his sister coming by with her children, and that was even before his legal wife stopped by with Junior and just completely made a mess of his afternoon. It seemed that even among the royal family there persisted this misconception that the king of an entire race of people had more free time than he knew what to do with. And thought very little of trying to take it up themselves.

So they'd all ended up there for dinner, which would have been fine if the dining staff was at all familiar with children, but that was too much to hope for. So of course there was a lot of complaining about funny foods, of begging for fizzy drinks and wanting to sling spoonfuls of curry across the table at each other. This, apparently, was natural child behavior. And Tomoko spoke up in defense of just this view the moment Kougaiji started yelling at his son to pipe down and grow up, and then an argument had broken out between the married couple, and Dokugakuji and Tomoko's girlfriend both knew to keep well out of that one.

In the end, Kougaiji Jr. threw his cup of grape punch at his royal father, and ended up striking Dokugakuji square in the face on accident. And that was the end of dinner.

So now it was basically the two of them once again. Lirin and her kids had been banished back to her part of the castle, Tomoko and her girlfriend haughtily took Junior with them and left back to their side house, and that left Dokugakuji and the king alone but for the servants. And now bathed of the young prince's misaimed assault, Dokugakuji was making an active effort to keep calm and leveled for the rest of the evening.

To aid in this, he went around shirtless.

Well, it was just something he was used to.

Kougaiji he found in the kitchen, bent irritably over paperwork. Past youkai kings hadn't had much truck with alliances, treaties and trade agreements, but with the only other option being to become a die-hard warmongerer like his father, Kougaiji had thrown himself headfirst into the whole diplomacy business and then was quite surprised when he discovered it meant a lot of reading.

Dokugakuji didn't even approach him. The king would never believe it, but as nonmagical as his lover was he could still tell from a mile away the sort of bad aura Kougaiji was radiating like a dark cloud. Kougaiji in a mood was something that needed to be dealt with cautiously. It required covert planning and strategy. And occasionally suicidal risk-taking, which was what fueled Dokugakuji's impulse to, upon examining the contents of the refridgerator, remove two of its contents and start hunting for a glass.

A few moments later, Kougaiji found his concentration interrupted as a tall cup was proferred under his nose.

He blinked at it and took it simply out of instinct, without any real intentions for it. He stared at its contents.

"What's this?" he asked abruptly.

"It's milk, Kou."

"It's brown."

"It's chocolate milk, Kou."

The king stammered, "Chocola--" He stopped and glared up at his lover. "Where did this come from?"

"Kids left a bottle of syrup in the fridge," Dokugakuji explained with a shrug. He leaned against the counter. "Something wrong?"

"I don't want this," Kougaiji said, offering it back. Dokugakuji refused to take it. "Come on. Don't start. You know I don't like chocolate."

"Just give it a try."

"Kids drink chocolate milk, Doku."

"What, you're growing older?"

The death glare he got for that remark would have been fatal any other number of times. Who knew what spared him for the moment. But he persisted, "Go on, it's not gonna hurt you."

Kougaiji did a complicated thing with his eyes then that involved a bit of flickering from and back to Dokugakuji, and then rolling up toward the ceiling with a sigh of resignation. He took an experimental sip.

Coughed like he was about to choke. That earned Doku another glare.

Dokugakuji waited.

Kougaiji took another sip. He coughed less this time, though his mouth twinged like he was being made to swallow something bitter, but fortunately one of those bitter things where the best evident solution it to chase it down with another mouthful.

Somewhere in there the king let the muscles in his shoulders relax a little and Dokugakuji siezed the opportunity to initiate an impromptu back massage. He rubbed the back of his neck as Kougaiji tipped his head back to finish off the glass, before he gave a disappointed gurgle and lowered the cup, turning his head.

"It's all syrup at the bottom," he complained, or started to, before Dokugakuji noticed the accidental dribble of chocolate going down the side of his mouth, and leaned in to lap it up with his tongue.

Kougaiji tasted as could be expected when they kissed, even moreso in the corners as Dokugakuji let his tongue explore his lover's mouth, and Kougaiji drew him close with hands on his shoulders, so that Dokugakuji stood, half-leaning, with his hips between the king's thighs, waist up against groin and the heat that gathered there.

Somewhere in all the clamouring for balance the glass was knocked over, and runny chocolate syrup started pooling on the tiled countertops. Kougaiji's palm splattered down in it, breaking out of their kissing session in surprise to stare accusingly at the mess edging closer to the legal documents from this or that neighboring country somewhere. All it took was a scoff of disapproval from those lips before Dokugakuji sprang into action, seizing his hand by the wrist and sliding the paperwork off to the edge of counter into safety and, more importantly, out of reach. And then he started on the hand. Running his tongue and lips over that palm and the undersides of surprisingly sensitive fingers, sucking whole digits readily without worry because Kou had gotten into the habit of cutting his nails again. Oh yeah, like this, he could keep licking as long as king still allowed him to.

Which didn't last long at all, try as he might, most of the lapped up chocolate ending back into Kougaiji's mouth, which he accepted more and more readily until his tongue attacked Dokugakuji's almost greedily, like he was falling back into some long-dead addiction. Come to it, Kougaiji had never discussed what his favorite foods had been as a child.

Oh, this was too cute. It'd taken fifteen ageless years, but Dokugakuji had finally found one of Kougaiji's comfort foods.

He noticed, belatedly, that his own hand had slipped into the puddle of syrup and gotten coated in chocolate, and decided to go for it. He lifted the hand up to their lips and let the king taste the tip of a finger.

Ohh. He liked that. Kougaiji was all to eager to seize Dokugakuji's wrist with a hand run his tongue along the length of the first offered finger, burning wet brand on his skin as it travelled up and down and open mouth breathed hot air on the trail of saliva he left behind. The king took in his lover's fingers one or two at a time, sucking and all but tugging at the skin with a hint of teeth, and then back to licking again, with some unheard of intensity.

It was like watching a cat. It was exactly like watching a cat, actually, especially the way Kougaiji accidentally bit when he forgot himself. And the way he moved his tongue over and around and again and again, getting into every crevice of the skin. Eyes half-lidded, face hot, Kougaiji didn't even notice when Dokugakuji moved his hand back, just moved his head right with it. Didn't hesitate at all when Doku smeared a trail of chocolate on his bare abdomen. Just leaned in and started lapping it up.

Eventually they wound up on the floor. Well, they could hardly help it. Kougaiji had been leaning against Dokugakuji by that point, and Doku's balance was sort of failing him.

There were no objections of "what if we get walked in on." After fifteen years serving a pair of men whose libido were as consistent as their age, the hired help had learned to escape with all possible speed when they'd seen things they shouldn't. What could they do about it, complain to the king about acts of indecency?

At one point, after having leaned back to remove his waistcoat and shirt, the king in question had the presence of mind to reach back up to the counter for the glass and the rest of the syrup not pooled on the counter. Which, he noticed after all but ripping Dokugakuji's trousers off, was... quite a bit.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" he said, pouring a liberal amount out onto his fingers, while Dokugakuji dealt with the pants around his ankles mostly hindered by his shoes.

"Who, me?"

"Mm. Bad," Kougaiji said with an uncharacteristic dark tone, bending over him so that they were nearly nose to nose. "Tricking me like that. I was trying to be productive tonight."

"I'll help you tomorrow, how's that?"

"Like you even know Latin."

"Do you?"

"Oh, that's a minus ten points..."

Dokugakuji tried to jerk back when a cold hand touched his exposed member, but found some difficulty in that what with Kougaiji's tongue in his mouth. The chocolate taste that before had been merely strong was now just about overpowering, filled up his senses as his lover spread the chocolate mess over hardening length and over testicles and along his lower stomach and inner thighs and--

"Hey, dammit, I just took a bath," Dokugakuji complained, squirming.

"You," Kougaiji said, smearing the excess over the expanse of his chest, "should have thought this through a little more."

There wasn't even a point to arguing. Kougaiji wasn't listening. His tongue was out once more lapping at the gathered sweat along Dokugakuji's jaw, then farther down along the line of his neck, ran over the chocolate spread over his collarbone and pectorals and stiff nipples, bit unapologetically to an excited yelp. One hand continued to stroke the warrior's growing erection, the other unsoiled by their makeshift lubricant working at getting the king's pants off. They were gone by the time Kougaiji's tongue made it to his lover's lower stomach, more smearing than licking up the chocolate now, teasing his bellybutton until Dokugakuji thought he might seriously start squirming out of control, before travelling south for the main event.

Dokugakuji had to prop himself on his elbows to see, the uncommon and always appreciated sight of Kougaiji not so much on his knees as lying on his stomach, one hand gripping him gently as the king first used the full force of his tongue up and down the sides, liberally salivating, kissing and sucking with his lips that tender flesh, pushing back the foreskin with his fingers and enjoying the exposed head before taking him in. A little at first, slackening his jaw to accomodate more, pressing with his tongue as he began to move his head up and down, into and out of that delicious wet warmth.

After a while Dokugakuji stifled some of his moaning. At least enough to joke, "Hey, you're using up all the lube."

Kougaiji paused at that, looking up at him with the kind of "not impressed" look one shouldn't have when one's mouth is around another's very important piece of equipment. Thankfully, he withdrew before saying, "It's fine."

Dokugakuji could nearly get around to asking what he meant, if not for Kougaiji, sitting up, presently taking the liberty to take rough hold of him by the hips and pull him forward, off his elbows, raising his legs up into the air as far as they could go and going for the glass.

The warrior's legs twitched trying to hold in place in the air, as he struggled to catch sight of Kougaiji getting the last glob of chocolate syrup out into his hand, coating his fingers, the fingers with the claws cut short and smoothed. The claws he always filed down when he had a taste for-- aaahdammit.

There was no place to run to, no excuse he could even hide behind. Just a yelp he hated himself for as the first finger entered, and without much of a pause at all was joined by a second, and started to move back and forth and spreading out to force Dokugakuji's muscles into relaxing to fit. Smooth fingernails only barely felt as a moving pressure, slickened and fluid and--

"Gods-- Kou--"

He fell back down against the floor again, as no sooner had Kougaiji's fingers withdrawn then he was there with hands on his thighs pulling him forward again, encouraging his legs to hook around the king's shoulders. And he barely had time to comply before Kougaiji took hold of his hips and thrust.

Dokugakuji was sure even fucking Tomoko and her fucking girlfriend away in their side house had heard that particular scream. Gods, every last one of them and by name listed alphabetically and throw in the demi-gods too for good measure, this was way too fast, way too intense, this sweet friction and burning heat up inside his body. Kougaiji had no idea in the damn world he could do this without even trying. Hell, if this was just imitating his work, Dokugakuji had to wonder what Kougaiji had been keeping silent about, because nothing about it felt like it could possibly reflect him at all. It was just. purely. him.

The first time they'd done it like this, Kougaiji had still been a teenager. Dokugakuji had just gotten over the massive burn-outs that usually followed their sessions --damn him for being a water elemental, he just had to fall in love with a fire mage, didn't he?-- and then this had reared its head. He could barely walk the next day. But when he'd suggested to the boy they do it that way from now on, Kougaiji had blushed and sharply refused. It had nothing to do with gender roles; he just felt awkward doing it, he said.

Awkward. Fucking hell. He shouldn't have to wait several years between sessions like this just because the guy felt "awkward." What was he nervous about?

Well, maybe the way Dokugakuji tended to moan like a virgin when it happened. But really now. It was nearly the case. Dokugakuji had never been on the receiving end of anyone before Kougaiji, and even if the king was smaller than his lover --in several respects-- that changed nothing when he got inside and started going. Because then? Then it was all moving hips and rhythm and gods did Kougaiji know that. Dokugakuji knew he'd be called a woman for saying it but fuck was this man skilled.

Tomoko and her girlfriend would probably be laughing their heads off if they knew how fast he came. He didn't care. He didn't even care lying there with his vision spinning as Kougaiji picked up speed, thrust without care for friction or how useless their lube was getting, until he reached that final point and his body shuddered in and around Dokugakuji's, opened his mouth for a cry but nothing came out.

Dokugakuji only barely got the chance to lower his legs before Kougaiji lay down on top of him, side of his head pressed to a sticky chocolate-smeared chest, assuredly badly mussing his hair.

There was a rumble in the back of Kougaiji's throat almost like a cat's purr. Or perhaps like a growl. "You damn water sprite," he said, without breath.

"I know, I know."

Dokugakuji waited patiently for Kougaiji's breathing to settle.

"Wanna go again?"

Kougaiji groaned and shut his eyes. "Hell, Doku..."

"Well, there is still like half a bottle left..."

The king considered this for a moment, but persisted, "Can't we just leave some of that for chocolate milk? You know, as intended?"

"I'll buy you more."

Kougaiji's brow scrunched with disapproval. "You mean I'll buy myself more. Aren't I still giving you an allowance?"

"I prefer the term 'salary.'"

"Salary, for what?" Kougaiji asked, in the tone of one who has not personally given this any consideration before and is thoroughly perplexed. "What's your role on my staff? 'Royal manwhore'?"

"I'm your top advisor, of course."

"Advisors don't let their employers shove off paperwork for chocolate milk and sex, as far as I'm aware."

"It was a tactical move," Dokugakuji explained confidently.

"Oh was it now..."

Dokugakuji nodded sagely. "Two hundred years from now, the world will honor my name in history books for taking it up the ass so you wouldn't be reading over shit while pissed off and accidentally starting centuries of warfare with Rome or whatever by writing back the wrong thing."

"It's so noble, really."

"I thought so. So, wanna get that bottle?"

Kougaiji smirked. "You get it."

"...You are pure evil."