Ye shall be as gods

He chuckled softly at the other and watched him closely. "A mind of their own... that's good to know. I'll have to suck up to them. I mean, how could you hate me if your tails don't?" He was trying his best to be cool. It had been a long time since he had just hung out with someone like this, and he wasn't sure if he was being obvious about how out of his depths he was.

As Ash got serious, Kazan followed suit. This wasn't something that he could joke his way through. "Well, the binding would for sure be a lot of help. It makes it way easier to run away when he's hot on my tail." He knew that he'd eventually have to find someone who could break this curse. So far nothing he had tried had worked and the only permanent resolution he had come across would be to end his bloodline for good. He had never considered it for even a second. He had worked so hard to protect his loved ones and keep them out of harm's way. So far he had managed to keep the Oni away from them, but his little brother had his own curse to deal with.

"I know... It's bad. I've been working on fixing it... or at least finding some way for my family to protect themselves." So far, he had very little to do other than follow the Oni around so he could try to stop the demon before it attacked and hurt anyone. The results had varied, but he was getting better at tracking him down and putting up a real fight.

"I know he can track the kanabo. It's why I always keep it on me. But it seems he can also sense the power in orders. He tries to hunt them down and kill them. I'm not sure why. I think he might be able to gain some power from them." There was a little pause as he glanced over at the other. "I can feel it. The bloodlust. When I use my weapons for too long, I start to lose control. I figure he must be the same."

"Let's not be so pessimistic about it. At least he doesn't go all murder-crazy on random civilians every time, right? And if he's as attached to that club as you think… well, it could mean we just have to destroy that to stop him, right?" Ash offered up what little optimism he had left after that fight, but deep down he knew it wouldn't be that easy.

When Kazan explained that there were 'orders' that drew out that kind of aggression, he felt his blood freeze for an instant. His expression remained casual, though he couldn't quite hide how his ears flicked forward. "You know about Orders, huh?" He raised an eyebrow, voice dropping into something more cautious. "And you said he can sense power in them? That… could be useful, but it could also get messy real quick if they're powerful enough." His mind raced back to his earlier thoughts about his tails being an 'order.' It made sense why an Oni would target someone like that. They were attracted to powerful beings. He'd heard tales before of creatures that were drawn to those with great power or influence.

The more he listened, though, Ash had to admit something: Kazan was trying. Even if his curse was terrible and complicated, Kazan wasn't sitting around feeling sorry for himself. He was out there doing what he could, trying to keep his family safe. That took guts, especially when dealing with something like an Oni. "I gotta respect you for that, man. Keeping your loved ones out of harm's way… it's tough. Believe me, I know how that goes." A brief, more serious smile crossed his lips as he patted his side lightly.

"Listen, I don't think this curse is something you need to fix on your own, though. Whatever you've got planned, I'd be happy to pitch in. Maybe we can get some help from people who know more about breaking curses than I do. I know this one witch, actually. She's good with that kind of stuff, if you're interested."

Kazan groaned as he desperately pumped his hips. He barely managed to hold out until the other came all over the tiled wall of the bathroom. He grunted out desperately and gave one final thrust, groaning loudly as he began cumming hard inside of the other. He couldn't help the noises that were ripped from his lips as his thrusts came to a stuttering stop.

"Fuck! Holy shit, baby. You feel amazing." He moaned easily and gently let the other's leg down. He kept his hands on the other's waist to help support him as he pulled back, slowly withdrawing his cock from the other's hole. "It was more than amazing, Knox. Fucking you always feels so fucking good." He let out a low chuckle as he pulled back.

When the other asked about when they would hook up next, Kazan let out a chuckle. "You just came, and you're already asking to be fucked again? How fucking greedy can you be?" He gave the other's ass a quick spank. "Let's finish showering first. Then we can start discussing what happens next. Like you giving me some head during breakfast." He had a cocky grin on his face as he began washing himself up.

There was always some risk to hooking up. At least when Knox did it, it was with someone he could trust. Someone he was confident wouldn't stab him in his sleep or do anything similarly unkind. Not that Knox assumed that Kazan was going to do any of that, but Knox knew what he was getting himself into. There was no sense of risking that Kazan was some psycho, especially not with someone as good at getting himself out of dangerous situations as Knox. It was how he'd lived as long as he did. Besides, it's not like Kazan was some stranger Knox met in an alley. This was some random hookup. Kazan had been his first regular. Everyone else Knox ever let fuck him were just one-night stands, or the occasional guard his father assigned to him, and Knox only slept with them to piss off his father. So Kazan obviously held some kind of special place.

But all of that was thrown out the window when he felt Kazan start to finish up in his ass. The groan was appreciated, of course. It was also much appreciated when Kazan gently helped him lower his leg back to a standing position. Knox managed to brace himself on Kazan and his own two legs. There was still some shaking to deal with, and maybe even some jelly-like wobbliness in his legs, but he'd survive.

"It was pretty good. Really fucking great." Knox would definitely agree to that. Being told he was greedy wasn't far from the truth. "I'm not going to apologize for that. And fine, yeah. I'm going to need to finish washing off after you had your fun, making my ass all messy...again. I swear, you're trying to get me pregnant or something, hmm?" Just some teasing before Knox started washing himself down. Even if his legs weren't steady enough to carry himself far, Knox could still tease Kazan while he finished washing.

Kazan listened to the other explain what he was, giving a small nod. He had read about kitsune before so he was able to quickly catch on to what the other was saying. "I'll have to look into that. Huxian." He gave a small nod as if making a mental note. He had learned that there was a lot of power in learning about the creatures that surrounded him. It was one of the few ways to guarantee any degree of safety.

"Wow... Gathering chi to become a god, huh? That's pretty powerful. No wonder your tails have so much power." He had been impressed with their strength. He couldn't help the low chuckle that came out when Ash's tails seemingly acted on their own. It was strange to see, but he was impressed. It seemed that Ash contained even more abilities than Kazan could have imagined. "They cool to me. Especially if they promise not to hit me." He flashed a lazy grin at the other.

He could tell that Ash was hesitant to share all his information, but the fact that he was willing to made Kazan feel happy. He wasn't someone a lot of people put their trust in, so it mattered to him that Ash was. "Wow. So you grew up learning magic and you're a huxian. That sounds like it'd make for a pretty interesting childhood."

"Those two things were totally separate statements, and I'll have you know they have excellent manners," Ash said with a chuckle. "But thanks for the compliment, I'm sure they'll take it as the highest praise, even if they are a bit overprotective at times. Oh, and heads-up: they have a mind of their own. Just saying," he added with a shrug.

His grin faded as Kazan mentioned what triggered the curse. "Your ancestor must have had a major grudge. Going full demon, huh?" His brow pinched as he studied Kazan. "That's some seriously messed-up legacy to carry around." Ash fell back on what little lore he had managed to pick up about curses over the years, though he had never actually encountered a case as extreme as this one. "Look, man, I'm far better with binding demons than lifting curses. And you're definitely gonna need someone who knows their way around that stuff." He rubbed at the back of his neck, feeling the strain in the muscles.

"I mean, I've read a few things... Most curses, you've gotta find the source, the person who cast it or the spirit tied to it, and then either destroy whatever object is powering it, banish the spirit, or kill the caster. Problem is, if it's a bloodline curse..." Ash trailed off with a grimace, knowing how nasty those could get.

Ash shook himself out of it, eyes narrowing. "What I can't figure out is how that Oni was able to find us in the middle of nowhere." He fished a plastic water bottle from his pocket, twisting the cap off before tilting it up for a drink. "That forest is miles away, yet there it was, like it knew to look for me. That's a bit too convenient for my liking."

His eyes locked on Kazan as he posed the question. Ash had dealt with a lot of shady people in the past. He had seen plenty of situations where one party conveniently showed up right when another was in trouble, and it never ended well. While he hoped it was a coincidence, a part of him had learned to always be wary.

"Let me guess, you don't happen to have a magic Oni tracking app hidden somewhere, do you?" His fingers tightened around the plastic bottle until the cheap material crinkled before he loosened his grip and offered the rest to Kazan. "Because that thing found us awfully quick. I've never had anything sneak up on me like that."

Kazan groaned as he continued to fuck the other hard and fast. He leaned in closer, his chest pressing up against the other's back. He kissed and bit at the other's neck as he pounded into Knox. His grip was tight enough to leave bruises on the other's inner thigh. He was eager to give it to Knox as hard as he could possibly manage. He wanted to give the other everything he asked for and more.

Smirking as the other spoke, Kazan didn't bother answering. Instead he moved his hand down from the other's neck, reaching out to grab the other's hard cock. He began pumping the other's length in time to his thrusts. He would squeeze his hand with a slow rhythm. He leaned in close to the other's ear, his voice coming out as a deep, gravely groan.

"I want you to cum while I'm inside of you. I want to feel how tight around my cock you can get baby." He nipped at the other's earlobe. "Cum for me Knox. Show me how much you love my cock stretching you open." He wasn't going to last much longer himself. At this point he was holding back for the sole purpose of outlasting Knox.

Water kept running down Knox's body. Everything was perfect, as far as Knox was concerned. There was nothing that would make this better, as long as Kazan kept on fucking him and getting him close to finishing. Even as Kazan started jerking him off, there was only so much that Knox could take. Those rough hands were making him whimper. There were only so many seconds left before Knox would end up cumming. And to be honest? That was exactly where Knox wanted to be.

"Oh, that's exactly where I want you," Knox agreed. It was true, too. There was absolutely nothing better than to have Kazan filling him up and finishing deep inside. That feeling of being filled, and then emptied, had Knox's mind running. The only issue was that there was only so much longer Knox could wait. It was only seconds away. Knox had been close before Kazan had started talking, and there was only so much of that sexy, dirty talk that Knox could take before spilling over.

It was over embarrassingly fast. "Oh, fuuuck." The way that Knox moaned could have probably been heard in every room in this place. Kazan had reduced Knox to nothing short of incoherency. A few hard, fast strokes later, and Knox was spilling cum over Kazan's hand. The water did most of the washing away of that mess. The rest of that orgasm took place while Knox felt himself getting even tighter around Kazan. Being so thoroughly fucked was absolutely heavenly.

After getting fucked through that orgasm, though, Knox's legs were shaky and weak.

The city lights slide across the windows as they drive through San Francisco, and for a little while it feels strangely magical. The kind of quiet that only exists after midnight, where the streets look softer somehow--despite Phineas being aware of the possible dangers within. The charm of Ash's now familiar neighborhood has an idle smile on his lips. He catches himself watching him for a second too long somewhere between stoplights.

By the time they pull into the garage, he’s leaning back comfortably in the seat, head tilted against the headrest while he watches the garage door slide shut overhead. The house greets them with familiar warmth the second they step inside, low lighting and quiet settling around them after the noise of the city.

Phineas is already peeling off his jacket and tossing it over the arm of the couch, and he considers asking Ash what movie he has queued up, but instead he snakes an arm out and slips it around Ash's waist before he can sit down.

Ash rolled with the tug easily, laughing softly when Phineas pulled him close. The warmth of Phineas' chest and arms wrapped around him felt nice, and he leaned into it for a second. He pressed closer, getting comfortable, then gave him a look.

"Hey now, I said you'd eat my buns, remember? You're the one who turned that into warm cheeks. My ass ain't that big," Ash said with a smirk. "Besides, you know how it is in my house. If you're hungry, you gotta serve yourself. And you're a big boy." He wiggled an eyebrow for emphasis, knowing Phineas would get exactly what he meant. All those muscles and that dick of Phineas' was anything other than small.

With a grin, Ash backed them both up, leading the way to the couch. He fell back onto it, dragging Phineas down with him, making sure they were tangled together. He lifted the hem of Phineas' shirt with a playful tug and bit down on the fabric to keep it out of the way.

"You're looking a little tense there. Should I help you work out some stress?" Ash's hands slid over the muscles of Phineas' back and sides, feeling him up without any shame. His palms smoothed down to where the shirt was bunched up and then back up, pushing it higher until Phineas was exposed. Ash licked at the skin of Phineas' chest and then blew lightly, teasing.

It could go either way tonight; sometimes Phineas liked to take things slow, other times he'd been known to throw Ash down and make him take it. Ash liked it both ways, and he knew Phineas was going to give it to him good.

Ryuok smiled at those words. He knew Tai was as ready as him. And he was more than ready. Even if he could stay there all day, worshiping and eating that hole out, there was a need in him, building up in his guts, right over his crotch, that pushed him into wanting to be inside Tai. His tongue ran from that tight wet hole over the crack, up between the cheeks and following the small traces of the spine until the foreign prince was standing right behind Tai, hands on his hips, holding him steady.

"The only thing I want right now is to make you cum without touching yourself." He spat on his left hand and coated him own cock with as much saliva as he could. Looking around, he reached for an ointment he had brought along with the food and spread some of it on top of his spit until his cock glistened in a sticky type of wetness. And then, he pointed it to the hole he had just kissed and licked.

It was hardly easy going, even with Tai having prepared himself earlier and Ryuok having used that tongue of sin on him. That girth and length had always taken their toll, and now that Tai was face-down and Ryuok had a full range of how hard and deep he could push, that cock dragged him open to an exquisite fullness that made Tai's toes curl. His lips parted with gasps that he made zero effort to conceal, even if anyone walking by might overhear.

When the first inch slid home, Tai groaned, trying to arch and press back at once. But when that next push brought him another few inches and spread him so achingly open, he actually sobbed. "H-haa," he panted, then felt Ryuok's hands smooth up over him, fingers dragging over hardened nipples, and he jerked.

Every inch was an agonizing burn, and when that fat, bulbous head kissed Tai's prostate, he saw stars, vision going momentarily spotty with that intensity. He moaned brokenly, pushing back again and clawing at Ryuok's thighs with trembling hands.

"Don't - don't go slow," he gasped, pleading. He knew that would kill him if he was drawn out. So he sunk back, rolling his hips, urging Ryuok to sink into him to that hilt, and then he could only whine and hold onto Ryuok's hips as that last few inches stuffed him full. "Ah- fuck," he keened, grinding back onto that cock.

"Yours, Ryuok, fuck, yours, I need-"

Tyler didn’t even bother replying. Lips crashed against lips once more and Tyler groaned into his friend’s open mouth. It was really happening. He had to fight off the urge to continue pinching himself. Knox was spread wide on his countertop, begging to be taken and Tyler almost didn’t know how to process that kind of information. He’d thought about it for so long, but never seriously enough to make a move. His brain was too busy taming the usual route most friends took of not wanting to do anything to risk what they had. But, now? There was no stopping them and Tyler couldn’t have been more grateful.

The feeling of both their bare torsos finally coming together was unreal. If he only got make out with Knox shirtless, then he would've considered the night a win, all the same. "Knox," Tyler groaned in return. He didn't know where he wanted his hands most. Every part of the man's skin was so smooth and inviting, practically crying out to his large hands to grab handfuls of. "You feel so good. I'm sorry it take me so long to be big enough to get us here. But, I'll make up for lost time, I promise." Tyler mouthed, bringing his lips down on Knox's chest, his abs, to the small hairs that led further down.

Even before Knox came out to him, Tyler was used to catching Knox staring at him, those brown eyes looking him up and shamelessly eye-fucking him every chance that Knox got. Of course, Knox was used to him returning that look. So much had built up between then and now that they finally reached this point, Knox giving in to what felt natural. As Tyler began to mouth at him over top of his boxer briefs, Knox lifted himself onto his elbows so that Tyler had better access. His hands slid across those broad shoulders, mapping out every dip of muscle, lingering at Tyler's neck so that Knox could feel him work.

"You're about to make me blow in my shorts," Knox warned him, gently rolling himself up towards Tyler's face, begging for that contact. "Feels good. Fuck, T. How long have you wanted to do this? If you don't get your mouth on me, I'm going to lose my mind."

As soon as Tyler mouth touched the hard mound in front of him, Knox nearly fell back flat, hips bucking up once again. "Fuck! Okay, you don't know what you're doing. Take your mouth away or these underwear are getting ripped off, I swear to God." And what would that do to their friendship? Ruin, probably. Maybe Tyler liked him as much as Knox did, which was what prompted this in them now, finally being together, so maybe ripping clothes off and giving Tyler an unplanned view of what was waiting for him would be welcome. That thought alone was getting Knox closer than ever, even as Tyler's mouth wandered along to kiss at other parts of him.

Kazan looked over at the other, surprised at just how fast the other was to accept him. He knew that the other was also supernatural, but that didn't mean it was always easy to go along with the flow. "Well, I'm glad you get it. I think you might be the first person I've met who didn't immediately turn tail and run. That either makes you amazingly brave or amazingly stupid. Maybe both. Probably both. I think I might be both."

"Oh, trust me, I noticed it. It was very hard to miss." He leaned his elbow against his knees and rested his head on his hands. He took a moment to let his eyes trail up and down Ash. Obviously, the other was magical in some way, but Kazan was still trying to figure out exactly what he was. Clearly not a spirit, but he didn't seem possessed either. Some sort of witchcraft then? "In fact, I have some questions of my own if you don't mind. Like... how? Or maybe just what?"

"Wait, seriously? You don’t get ears? Maybe you should buy a pair. I bet they'd look real cute on you." He laid back on the grass, letting out a sigh of relief. Now that he wasn't worried about the other running off and being on his own again, he could relax and actually start to have a little fun. He'd been on his own for so long that he forgot how good it felt to have someone to talk to.

"A trick? Does that happen often? Getting tricked into danger?" Maybe it was because Kazan was so hard to approach, he had never considered that anyone might be trying to manipulate him. "But either way, I promise. I'm totally and completely secure." When the other mentioned haunting him, Kazan couldn't help but to laugh. "Honestly you might. Kind of a risk of getting to know me it seems."

Ash grinned when Kazan told him he was brave and stupid. He took the statement as a compliment, even if it probably hadn't been intended that way. "Hey, I've never really been one to play things safe, and this is the first bit of actual excitement I've had in years. So you know, why change a good thing?" His eyes watched Kazan for a second as he spoke, letting out a soft chuckle.

"What am I? Yeah, that's... not a simple answer." He leaned his head back against the tree, looking up at the canopy above them. "Ever heard of a kitsune? Think Chinese version. Huxian, that's what we're called." He shifted his weight, tails swishing against the ground behind him. "Basically, the whole story is we're trying to level up from regular foxes to actual gods. Takes forever, something about gathering chi from everywhere and transforming a bunch of times." He paused for a second as his expression changed as if he was recalling a particularly sour candy. "And that comes with the tails. Trust me, sometimes they can be a literal pain in the..." Before he could finish that sentence, two of his tails smacked against his right thigh, the other two slapped the back of his head, giving him a 'what-did-we-ever-do-to-you' shake.

Ash couldn't help but laugh as his tails attacked him. "Okay, okay, message received. No bad mouthing the tails." He gave them an apologetic pat, earning what felt suspiciously like a smug swish from one of them.

"As for how I did all that back there..." Ash trailed off, eyes darting toward the forest's edge. He shifted against the tree, bark digging into his back. Truth be told, he wasn't exactly thrilled to spill his entire supernatural backstory to a guy he'd just met.

But then Kazan had been honest about his own... issues. Fair was fair, and there was something in the other's weary posture that made Ash want to at least meet that honesty halfway. "So, magic's been my thing since before I could spell 'abracadabra'—which, to be fair, I still can't without spellcheck. You know how some families bake cookies together? Mine taught me how to bind demons."

Ash wiggled his fingers, and a ball of flame materialized, then sputtered into a sphere of ice that spun above his palm like a confused, frozen sun.

"People see our magic, and they think we're just a bunch of witches with a flair for the dramatic. Which...they're half right. We don't really bother to correct them. I've learned to use the tails like whips; they can't be cut with a normal blade because of all the magical juju, and since I've always been good at fighting, the family thought I should travel around for a bit. I'm starting to see why none of them have set foot in Japan for a while."

Kazan grinned when Knox declared Kazan as his owner. It only managed spur the brute on even more, his hands gripping rougher and his hips fucking faster. There wasn't any ounce of restraint left in him as he worked to ruin the other. He had stopped caring about anything past this very moment and all the ways he could leave Knox a fucked out mess. If Knox was his, he was going to use him until neither one of them could move a muscle. It was his right after all.

"My cock was made for you, darling. That's why it feels so perfect. And your hole was made to me fucked by me. It's why I can never resist you. You're like a fucking drug to me." His voice was low and gruff as he kissed and bit at the other's neck. At this point he was trying to leave as many marks on the other as he possibly could. It's why his grip had tightened hard enough to begin bruising. He always loved getting to see the physical signs of his love on the other.

When Knox began bucking back into him, Kazan couldn't help the groan that was ripped from his throat. Of course he knew that the other loved every second of this as much as he did, but it was nice to be reminded of that. Keeping the one hand under the other's knee, his other hand moved until it was resting on the other's lower stomach, nails gently scratching against the other's skin as he kept Knox close.

Kazan barked out a harsh laugh at the other's words. "You can boss me around as much as you want, baby. But in the end we both know that I'll do whatever the fuck I want. And that means if I want you, I'll use you whenever I fucking want." Dragging his nails up the other's body, his hand finally came to rest around the other's neck, pulling his head back and giving a squeeze that was just hard enough to make sure Knox couldn't ignore it.

In any other situation, being manhandled by Kazan would have brought out Knox's defensive side. Right now, though, everything was perfect. Every thrust had Knox's legs trembling and toes curling against the side of the shower, nearly losing their grip on both Kazan and reality. It felt that good. All Knox wanted was to get filled, to take everything Kazan had to give and beg for more. "Yes," was about as coherent as Knox could manage.

He felt Kazan's hand at his throat and gave in to that, letting himself be pushed back and pulled around as Kazan wanted. There was an intensity to Kazan's grip that made Knox realize how good this really could be. There were definitely some limits that needed to be discussed and respected. Sure, this was definitely far too good to ever say 'no' to. "Harder," Knox whimpered. "Fuck me harder."

Those rough hands were on him again, and that was when Knox could feel himself getting closer. The angle Kazan fucked into him was absolutely perfect. Knox pushed back and rocked forward, letting himself get used in any way that Kazan wanted. His cock was hanging neglected, leaving trails of precum to get quickly rinsed away by the running water.

That, at least, gave Knox an idea. One of Knox's hands went down, grabbing onto Kazan's hand at this hip, and giving him an extra squeeze. "Wanna jerk me off? I'm getting so close, you feel too fucking good." There was always going to be that side of Knox that got off on control, even while bottoming, and so being able to make that call for himself was important. Knox's back was flushed red and starting to sweat slightly.

“Are you kidding?” Knox grinned, holding up the key like some trophy he'd just won. "That was half my Romeo and Juliet fantasy, coming in through your window. I thought you liked my whole dramatic entrance bit?" His lips curved, one corner higher than the other, while Knox stepped closer, leaning into Caleb's personal bubble.

"Seriously, though, thank you," his tone softened. "I know I've been kind of... around. A lot. You're probably sick of me at this point." Knox's free hand came up to rub at the back of his neck, as if he were nervous. Which, honestly, was probably an act since he had been making himself comfortable in Caleb's apartment for weeks now. But there was always that tiny little flutter in Knox's chest when Caleb actually let him in. Made him feel wanted, which was so much better than having to pick locks.

Kazan glanced over at the other. It would be fair if the other didn't trust him or wanted nothing to do with him. But he was lucky that Ash just sat next to him. Maybe it was a sign he wouldn't have to keep on going all by himself. Of course there was still plenty of time for Ash to decide he wanted nothing to do with him, but he'd deal with that later.

He tilted his head as he listened to the other. He knew his story was a lot to handle. Hell, it was a lot for him to handle and he was the one living it. So he wanted to give Ash time time to digest what he had said. Glancing over at the other, he couldn't help but chuckle. "I know. I kind of sound crazy but... I mean it's all true."

"You can summon magical binding chains and we were being hunted by a demonic spirit. It's almost cute that reincarnation is the one you struggle with." He flashed the other a small smile, trying to make it clear he was just teasing the other gently. He wasn't all that upset that the other might not fully believe him. Hell, even Kazan would like it more if he was crazy rather than haunted.

With a small frown, Kazan hesitated. He knew that the other deserved the truth if they were going to stick together. Ash deserved the chance to escape the darkness that surrounded him. "Honestly I don't know too much about it. I just know I'm not the first in my bloodline to be the cause of some evil specter. My father was possessed and tried to kill my family. My younger brother called out to dark spirits to save himself. It's... I don't know what it is about us, but death surrounds us. I have no idea how it started, just that it seems to follow us all."

Ash took a few moments to let what Kazan said sink in. It was... a lot, and the man felt he needed a minute to get back on track mentally. He nodded along with Kazan's statement that he sounded crazy and gave the man a reassuring smile. "Hey man, I'm right there with you. I'm doing magic that would make Harry Potter piss himself in fear, and I don't even need a wimpy wand, so who am I to judge?"

He let out a small chuckle at that and shook off some of the disbelief he was feeling, though it was harder to shake off the concern that was growing in the back of Ash's mind. That creature that had attacked them, if Kazan was to be believed, had been a spirit tied to the man. Which meant that there were going to be plenty of other opportunities for that spirit or another to try to kill them again.

Which was why he felt that running was out of the question. He owed this man at least an attempt to help him out, considering the fact that Kazan had helped him in their battle with the Oni. Besides, there was a part of Ash that knew that this was going to be a problem for him sooner or later. That creature had felt too strong for him to take on alone. So he figured it would be best to deal with the problem as soon as possible.

"Did you miss the part where I grew a set of big, fluffy tails back there?" Ash asked, gesturing vaguely behind himself. "Or where I got tossed into a tree hard enough to break all the bones in a normal person's body." He let out a small chuckle, trying to ease the tension in his shoulders. "Look, I'm not going anywhere. You helped me with that big, ugly demon, so I owe you. Plus, it's kind of my problem now, too, since that spirit thing seems to know I exist. Oh, and before you ask, I don't grow fox ears."

Kazan loved the feeling of having Knox wrapped around him. Hearing the noises that Knox made with each thrust only drove the man on even more. He was going to fuck the other as hard and fast as he could, wanting to make sure Knox could never forget the feeling of Kazan's cock stretching him wide open.

Keeping a firm grip on the other's hips, Kazan tugged Knox back into him with every thrust. At the same time he made sure to keep his feet planted and was holding tight onto Knox so that he could ensure that the other wouldn't fall either. Even as he gave into his lustful desires, he was sure to take care of the other, unable to break his protective streak.

He chuckled when the other told him not to stop, nodding his head silently. "Of course I won't. I'm going to absolutely ruin you. I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk." It was a big promise, but one he planned on keeping. One of his hands moved up along the other's body, running his fingers through the other's hair and tugging his head back roughly. He leaned forward and began kissing and biting at the other's neck, leaving marks all over his perfect skin. Knox was his. Even if he could never really say it, he'd make it known.

The grip in Knox's hair drew an excited moan from him. A rush of goosebumps prickled over Knox's skin as Kazan spoke. "Good. I'm yours, don't you forget." Knox responded, enjoying how much their dynamic had changed. Even when things had been bad, there had always been this feeling that Knox was holding back. It was never intentional on his part, some part of him had always held onto that reservation. But now, that wall had started to come down.

As Kazan lifted Knox's leg up, spreading him wider, Knox reached down, bracing himself on Kazan's forearm. The shift made him tighten around Kazan's cock, drawing another groan from him. The praise made Knox grin, unable to resist putting on an even bigger show for Kazan. "Your cock is perfect," Knox praised him right back. "It feels so good, so deep."

With every thrust, Kazan's balls slapped off of Knox's ass, only adding to how good everything felt. Knox threw himself back, matching Kazan's roughness in return. "Harder." It was an order, spoken in such an authoritative tone that even Knox surprised himself. But as soon as Kazan gave what Knox had demanded, there was that rush again. That feeling of being in charge, in control. "Don't hold back."

As much as Knox loved getting to be in control, though, there was that other part of him. That side that had never gotten to be taken care of by anyone. Now, though? It was practically begging to be coddled, to be put in its place by Kazan. The shower was steamy, warm water running over their bodies. Knox turned to look over at Kazan, face flushed and hair sticking to his forehead, giving him that blissed out expression. "Don't let me get too bossy. Put me in my place."

Knox was nodding quickly and that was pretty much the only go-ahead Tyler needed to crash their lips together again. He'd already begun to miss the taste of his friend. If their sleeping together somehow was enough to ruin their friendship, then so be it. But, Tyler was feeling selfish in that moment. And there was too much want growing in length beneath his belt for him to turn back.

"God, say it for me, please." Tyler groaned, voice low and soft, only audible enough for Knox to ear as his lustful words danced on Knox's ear. "I wanna hear you say that you want me to fuck you. I've been wanting to hear you say it for so long and I...I just wanna remember this moment." Tyler went red, letting it slip that this, the two of them, had been something he'd been thinking about for a bit.

"I want you, Tyler," Knox said, making sure to look Tyler in the eye as he said so. "I want you to fuck me. Please." His tone was almost urgent, as if afraid someone might hear them and try to ruin their fun. Even if that happened, Knox was fairly certain that Tyler could handle most problems, but if things got serious, Knox knew he was the one who could truly deal with whoever came through that door. His family had made sure of that, teaching him early how to handle trouble rather than avoid it.

With shaking hands, Knox lifted off first one shirt, then another, tossing them both to one side. The skin along their bellies met again, and Knox's whole body broke out into goosebumps. "Tyler," Knox whimpered, pushing into Tyler's bare chest, hands exploring every inch of muscle. It felt even better than Knox imagined. All that strength made him feel safe. Tyler was strong and beautiful and everything Knox had ever wanted. Now, finally, after years of wanting and dreaming and wishing, Knox had him.

When Kazan finally ran out of energy and came to a stop, he set Ash down and let out a soft sigh. He was panting and needed to take a few seconds to catch his breath. "It's a good trick. Saved the hell out of us." He glanced over at the other, chuckling to himself as they both looked absolutely exhausted.

He gave a small shake of his head, feeling rather embarrassed as the man thanked him. "You don't need to thank me. It's my fault he's running around trying to hunt down people like you." He let out a soft sigh and rubbed at the back of his head.

He knew he'd probably have to explain, but for now, he was trying to ignore the weight of his confession. "Oh, don't worry about me. I can't really feel much pain when I'm enraged like that. Really, I barely even noticed the trees except that they slowed me down." If he hadn't been carrying Ash, he likely could have just ripped through the trees with even more ease.

When the other asked how he knew the Oni, Kazan left out a small sigh. "Not quite... He's... I guess the ghost of the father of one of my past lives? At least that's what I've gathered. He says I killed him, and I can use the same powers as him, so he's probably right. But I have no idea why he's still hunting me down. Guess he can't move on or whatever."

He gave a small shrug, making it clear he didn't actually know what he was talking about. "So I guess supernatural beef is the nice way to put it." He moved to sit down, wanting to catch his breath and regain his energy. "I've been following him for a while, trying to keep him from hurting people to... varying levels of success."

Ash watched as Kazan sank down to sit, looking weary. His mind spun as he tried to make sense of everything the guy had said. Curses? Past lives? It was a lot to take in.

He slowly lowered himself to the ground as well, keeping a cautious eye on Kazan. Ash's head tilted slightly as he studied the bigger man. He could see the exhaustion there, the regret. Kazan looked... guilty. Sincere. That gave Ash some hope this might be legit, and Kazan hadn't brought him out here for a setup.

But he was also wary. Ash knew how good people could be at hiding things. How manipulative they could be when they wanted to be.

He crossed one leg over the other and rested an elbow on a bent knee. He was feeling a little better now that he'd had a chance to recover somewhat.

So Kazan was cursed, haunted by this Oni demon who used to be the father of someone Kazan once was. It sounded crazy, straight out of an anime or manga. But then again, Ash had powers himself. Who was he to judge? When in Rome...or Japan.

He ran a hand through the dirt beside him absently, drawing random patterns. His thoughts were a jumble.

Ash glanced back over at Kazan. The guy was built and had saved Ash's life. But if he was telling the truth about being a 'bad guy' in the past, how bad were they talking? Murderer bad? Demon-summoning bad? Worse?

He decided to tread lightly.

"Wow," Ash said, trying to keep the disbelief out of the word, "that is quite a backstory. So this Oni guy has been chasing you across lifetimes? Like, you're a reincarnation?"

Ash squinted at Kazan. "You know how wild that sounds, right?" He held up a hand quickly, "Not saying I don't believe you. I mean, look at me, I'm pretty wild too. Just... a lot to wrap my head around."

He paused, scratching at the dirt with a fingernail. Then he looked back up, expression serious. "Then again, I'm pretty weird too." Ash's tails were just that, tails, fox tails to be exact, but they were more fluffy, large, could be a weapon or shield, or just plain decorative. At first, just one appeared from behind him, then the second, third, and fourth. They swayed in the air, almost like they were waving and introducing themselves to Kazan, before lying on the ground, as if they too were tired.