Demon Exterminating

Author's Note: Since people enjoyed "Unlikely Meeting," I have been spurred to make another yaoi Shippo fic. However, I am curious. If you want more of this variety, please tell me so and if there is more you want, tell me a pairing, that has to involve Shippo, that you would like to see. I am up to any suggestions you all might have but remember, even I have my limits so don't go crazy with the pairings, okay?


Demon Exterminating


Kohaku gasped for air as he wearily and warily faced off with the rampaging demon before. This sucker had been making a menace of itself lately and the young exterminator had finally come across it. However, finding the demon and actually killing it were two different things entirely. He had gotten some good hits on it already but he was exhausted from all the fighting he had been doing and he desperately needed a break.

Unfortunately, the demon was still standing and from its bloodthirsty eyes, the young man knew that it was pissed and more than willing to tear him to piece should it get its hands…claws on him.

Fortunately, though, Kohaku had planned this fight ahead and the cavalry should be coming in right about…

Eerie blue flames suddenly struck the demon from behind, scalding the tough flesh and immediately filling the air with the smell of burning demon.

…now.

Distracted, the demon turned it’s attention away from the exterminator and towards the being that dared to attack it. Kohaku immediately took advantage of that and swung his sickle, the chain extending out and causing the sharp weapon to arc. With a wet thwack, the sharp instrument lodged itself into the demon’s head, cutting straight into its brain.

Kohaku frowned as the demon didn’t fall from that attack, still grasping onto its life. Another figure then made its presence known as he struck at the demon with sharp claws of its own, burying its hand deep into the demon’s body. Kohaku jerked his weapon back, increasing the tautness of the chain and causing the demon’s head to jerk backwards, its neck breaking.

From the distance that he was at, he head the other attacking figure shout out a word and a moment later, blue flames erupted from practically every orifice that the demon possessed.

It that didn’t kill it, well…

At least that question wasn’t answered as the demon was finally fried to a crisp and nothing more than a burned carcass. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he retrieved his weapon, having to pull it roughly out of the demon’s remains, much to his body’s protests.

Not a moment later after freeing his weapon, he was tackled from a side by a ball of fur. Releasing the handle in his hand, he recruited the use of both of his arms as he proceeded to playfully wrestle with his assaulter. He smiled goofily down at his captive the moment he pinned him down, reveling in the giggles that came from below.

“What was taking you so long!” the tenor voice of the male complained.

“The demon was tougher than I thought,” Kohaku shrugged, answering in a low bass. “Thanks for the distraction, love. I owe ya one.”

“You bet you do,” his companion giggled and pecked him on the lips.

“Gonna hold this over my head, aren’t ya Shippo?” Kohaku teased.

Mischievous green eyes looking back at him, the fox demon known as Shippo, who he had pinned beneath him, stuck his tongue at him childishly.

“What am I going to do with you?” Kohaku sighed but smiled affectionately nonetheless. He rolled off the fox and sat up, using his arms to keep him propped up.

Shippo also sat up and immediately snuggled against the young man in the skin tight exterminator clothes that nearly showed off the strong body that the human possessed. Kohaku immediately responded by wrapping an arm around the fox.

They were all they had left in this day and age. When they had first met, they were but children both caught up in the web of Naraku, only able to go along with the flow of events that happened around him. Even now they both still live with that foul half-breed’s taint.

In his back remained the single jewel shard, a small piece of the famed Shikon Jewel, the only thing that kept him alive. He had yet to find someway to get rid of it without losing his life.

Shippo was a whole other story. Orphaned at a young age, surprisingly not caused by Naraku whose hand seemed to be involved with everything, Shippo had unwittingly been swept up into the events that surrounded him. For quite some time, the fox had traveled with the half-demon Inuyasha and his followers, one of which happened to be Kohaku’s older sister Sango. That all changed though when Naraku had used Shippo as a tool in one of his schemes, the details of which Kohaku knew nothing about and Shippo refused to reveal. The ultimate consequence of the scheme was that now not only was Shippo alienated from his old friends but completely cut off and estranged from them.

Unable to handle it, the fox had nearly suicided and that was when Kohaku found him. Even now Shippo still sported the physical scars from that terrible time.

Nowadays, Naraku was dead but the jewel remained in pieces. Inuyasha and his group were still out there searching for all the shards. Even though Kohaku would have gladly given them his shard, he daren’t do it since he knew it would mean his immediate death.

Thus, here they both were, resting from an intense battle and thinking about the spoils they would receive.

That’s right, they couldn’t sit here for too long, else it would be dark and the village might refuse to give them the promised room and meal that was their reward for slaying their burnt-to-a-crisp friend. Still, the sun was high in sky so they still had some time before they needed to get up and go.

Glancing down at his foxy companion, he ruffled the auburn hair that belonged to the fox. Short in stature, Shippo was no longer came up to his knees but neither did he tower over the exterminator. The fox possessed elfin features that had replaced his once chubby looks. His body had filled out as well, though he was more slight than built but it was obvious that he was male. His tail had definitely improved over the years, no longer a puffball but long and silky. His feet were pawed and about the size of an average adult hand while his hands were humanoid though clawed with sharp nails. Looking up at him, Shippo gave him a cheerful grin, revealing the fangs that had elongated over the years.

Meanwhile, he, Kohaku, had had a major growth spurt and was at least a head and a half taller than the fox demon. His shoulders were broader and his body muscled from constant activity and toned from fighting. His face had become, as Shippo described it, “ruggedly hansome,” the freckles beneath his eyes just serving to make him seem younger than he really was. Speaking of eyes, he had also been told many times by Shippo that his chocolate (whatever that was) brown eyes were the windows into his soul, something that really became pronounced during their more…strenuous activities.

“Kohaku,” Shippo purred as the exterminator now found the wily fox in his lap, rubbing up against him.

He knew what it was that Shippo wanted. To tell the truth, he wanted it as well. However, now was not the time. “Later,” he told the fox who immediately pouted. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” Shippo said, winking at the human.

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Kohaku sighed in relief as he splashed more cold water on himself, erasing the sweat and grime away from today’s work. He shook his limbs out in the cool night air, trying and successfully drying himself off.

It had been a close thing; they almost didn’t get a place to stay for the night. The village chief had tried to cheat them out of their promised reward for slaying that pesky demon from earlier, a well-placed sympathetic plea with the villagers, focusing mainly on how tired his traveling companion was, went a long way and now they had just finished a grand feast and were settling down for the night.

It was quite an asset that Shippo could disguise with his illusions. It was also something that kept both of them off everybody else’s radar. Who would ever suspect a traveling duo, one a demon exterminator and the other a beautiful maiden? Who couldn’t feel sorry for a tired lady anyway? Besides, no one had seen Shippo take off his illusion until they were behind closed doors and the coast was clear.

Hopefully there wouldn’t be any extenuating circumstances, i.e. a demon attack, that would blow their cover, or at least Shippo’s. He was tired and his body was begging him for the promised rest.

With his upper body bare and lower body clad in loose pants, he made his way back towards their room and was promptly assaulted by a horny furball whose lips latched on to his own. His strong arms reacted immediately and his hands found their selves on the furball’s hips, supporting the smaller body so that it wouldn’t slip and fall back to the wooden floor. However, the door was still open and Kohaku had to move fast, using a foot to slide it shut and give them the privacy that both coveted.

“You were out so long!” Shippo whined, his arms wrapped around the exterminator possessively. “I thought you weren’t coming back!”

“You know I would never leave you,” he told the fox affectionately. It was an old ritual that had sprung up between the two. Shippo hated to be left alone and would need constant reassurance that he wouldn’t be. In fact, it had been when he was alone that Naraku had gotten his hands on him in the first place, thus beginning what would lead up to Shippo’s exile from his friends.

One would think that Kohaku would get tired of it but for some reason, he never did. It was just something that made him love his fox even more.

He felt Shippo’s hands mess with the binding in his hair, setting it free so that the raven black hair fell just past his shoulders, giving him tough, mountain man ruggedness. All he needed now was some stubble and he’d be set.

“Kohaku,” Shippo purred into his ear. “I want you…”

Normally, Kohaku wouldn’t hesitate to devour his fluffy little treat but today had been harder than he had thought it would.

“Sorry love,” he told the fox apologetically. “I really want to but I just…I don’t have the energy for it tonight.”

“But I do,” Shippo pouted.

“Tell you what, I’ll make it up to you,” he compromised, kissing Shippo tenderly on his lips. Forcing the fox to give up his hold on the exterminator, he set Shippo back on his feet and carried himself just a few feet away before settling down on the futon that had been laid out for him and his “fair companion.”

He closed his eyes and settled himself, not bothering with the covers that the villagers had provided for him. He liked cool nights and the air felt great. He felt a sudden weight press down on his torso and he opened an eye curiously.

Mere inches from his face was Shippo but instead of having the usually bright and playful green eyes that he usually displayed, they were half-lidded, dark, and lustful, something that only Kohaku could say that he had seen.

Opening his other eye, he sighed, “Shippo…”

“Ssh,” Shippos shushed him, putting a finger on his lips. “I know you’re tired but that’s okay, Ko Ha Ku,” he drawled each syllable of his name, something that sent shivers through his body like nothing else could. “You don’t need to do anything,” Shippo continued. “Just let me do all the work.”

Before Kohaku could say anything more, Shippo had captured his lips in a sweet kiss, one that the exterminator couldn’t help but return. Shippo pulled away then, much to Kohaku’s disappointment, but only so that he could remove his top and reveal his naked torso, pressing the slighter body against Kohaku’s more muscled form. That was a thing that Kohaku liked: the skin-to-skin contact. The warm friction that only made him hotter…sometimes it could get to be too much and yet he could never get tired of it. Neither could Shippo as the fox claimed his lips again and slipped his tongue into Kohaku’s mouth.

The exterminator moaned into Shippo’s mouth, a noise that the fox greedily swallowed up. The fox then abandoned his mouth, focusing more on his neck and shoulder, planting light kisses anywhere and everywhere, his hot, pink tongue gliding over whatever it could get.

Kohaku raised his hands up once again and set them on Shippo’s hips, which were comfortably straddling him. His breaths were deep as he sought to suck in as much air as he could. It was times like these where he wished he was an immortal like Shippo, not needing air. It would definitely make their make-out session more enjoyable.

Shippo’s hands were now gliding over his chest and pectorals, playful fingers messing with his nipples, make the nubs hard. Shippo slipped down and planted his mouth on one of them, his hot tongue sliding over it. Kohaku stifled his moans, not wanting anybody else to come in and see them in such a compromising position that only he and Shippo should know about. God, he loved it whenever Shippo took control just like this.

“Ko. Ha. Ku,” Shippo drawled out quietly, a hand sliding over Kohaku’s visible abs.

“What?” he asked drowsily, wondering why his fox stopped.

“Look at me,” Shippo commanded.

Heeding, Kohaku only had a moment to wonder how Shippo managed to get so low and out of his hands’ grasp as he watched the fox take in his hardened need. Wait, since when did Shippo take off his pants? He was sure he would’ve known what the fox was up—oh sweet God!

If there was one thing that Kohaku was sure about, it was the fact that no one could give as good head as Shippo could. The fox didn’t just lavish his cock with attention, he worshiped it; his tongue always sliding up and down his shaft, he lips somehow, miraculously, reaching his base, the throat muscles that contracted around his h-h-head…

“Shippo!” he moaned quietly, a hand weaving itself into the fox’s auburn locks. “Oh sweet Shippo…”

Shippo held his hips down with an arm while his other hand sneaked down into his crotch and began to toy with his balls, sack and all. Shippo abandoned his throbbing cock to give some attention to the forlorn balls, taking each one individually and sucking, repeating the process with the other one then going back to the first. When Shippo took him back into his mouth again, Kohaku thought that he was finished right there.

His back was arching, he felt the pressure that had been building up slowly in his gut begin to unwind…only to stop as something squeezed the base of his cock tightly, not enough to cause pain but to prevent climax.

Lifting his face up, Shippo smirked wickedly at the exterminator. “Nuh uh uh,” he teased. “You’re not coming yet…”

“Stop torturing me!” Kohaku whined, looking down pleadingly at the fox.

“I’m a demon, remember?” Shippo taunted. “I’m suppose to torture you.” Moving away, Shippo stood up and pulled off his pants, exposing the rest of his body to the cool air around them. Much to Kohaku shock, Shippo’s member was still flacid, just hanging limply there.

“Ko. Ha, Ku.”

Coming back to himself, Kohaku watched in fascination as the fox crouched down before him. Grinning malevolently, Shippo took one of his hands and inserted two of his fingers into himself. Kohaku’s cock twitched at the erotic sight of Shippo fingering himself and he felt like he was going to blow any minute now.

“Watch me,” Shippo commanded, his green eyes boring into the human.

And watch he did. Kohaku watched in amazement as the longer Shippo fingered himself, the more active his dick became, hardening quickly and standing tall for just anyone to see.

“Ready?” Shippo panted as he waddled, of all things, up to and over Kohaku, he ass hovering just above his throbbing organ.

“Yes,” he rasped, setting his hands on Shippo’s hips again for the third time that night.

“I think you can wait a little bit more,” Shippo teased, winking at him.

“You’re such a demon!” Kohaku protested.

“I am a demon.”

“And I am a demon exterminator.”

“Then exterminate me.”

Without warning, Shippo plopped himself down on Kohaku’s cock, taking it all in one swift movement. The fox hissed with the initial pain that twinge up his spine. He continued to sit on top of Kohaku, allowing himself to adjust to the human as said human was struck speechless by the intense heat that surrounded him.

Even after all this time, after all that they had been through, after all the nights they had spent together, Shippo was still so damn tight.

Slowly, Shippo began to raise himself up, dropping himself just as the head of Kohaku’s cock was beginning to escape its tight confines, and slamming himself back down on the human. Continuing the actions, speeding up slightly, Shippo rode Kohaku for all that he was worth.

In that moment, the two young beings, one human, the other demon, became just two young males committing the act of sodomy, carnal need and lust enveloping their bodies as both sought the elusive release that was denied them. Sweat drenched their bodies, skin slap against skin as they rocked against one another. One bucked his hips upward, thrusting into the one on top while the other took everything that was offered to him and demanding more. Muscles tightened and tensed, gasps were released, words repeated as if they were mantras, and the erotic dance continued.

Jerking spasmodically, Shippo finally reached his peak and he released a silent cry as his fluids, spilling them onto Kohaku’s stomach but neither paid any attention to it. Anal muscles tightening to the point that it was almost painful triggered Kohaku’s elusive release, Kohaku’s cock pumping up its valuable parcel deep into the fox demon.

Shippo remained ramrod straight, his head thrown back as he continued to feel the intense sensations and rode them out. Once finished, he nearly collapsed onto the human.

Quietly, he spoke the words, “You slayed me.”

Kohaku chucked as he wrapped his arms around his exhausted fox. “That’s what I’m best at,” he jested.

“I’ll second that,” Shippo replied, snaking an arm out to retrieve the neglected covers and pulled them over them.

“Do you want me to pull out?” Kohaku asked as the edges of his vision began to blur.

“No,” Shippo moaned. “I love it when I can feel you…”

“Of course,” Kohaku breathed as he kissed his vanquished demon on his forehead.