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Kougaiji was not very happy to have a visitor in the middle of the night, and and was even less happy to find out that it was no other than Homura, the God of War, who climbed shamelessly into his window and was now smirking at him from the other side of the room.
"No sutras available. Get out," the Demon Prince gritted out.
"I know," the demi-god said, his smirk even wider.
"And I'm in no mood to fight."
"And I believe I've already told you I don't want to."
Kougaiji sighed. What the hell did the bastard want? He decided to ask just that.
"You," was the curt answer.
What the fuck?!
Homura moved closer, and Kougaiji considered blowing his head off with one of his spells, but desided against it. First, he was inside the damned castle, and he certainly wasn't looking forward to cleaning the mess that was sure to ensue. Second, he wasn't even sure that any of his spells would affect the God of War in the slightest... His thought process was cut off by a pair of hands pinning him to a wall and insistent lips on his own. He struggled to get free, he really did, but... as much as he hated to admit it even to himself, Homura was much stronger. Oh, and the kiss... It wasn't that bad, really... And he didn't hate tha man, so... He desided that just this once he could let this happen.
Homura smirked into the kiss. His little Demon Prince was starting to respond to his ministrations, he even let out a few mewling sounds of apparent pleasure. Oh, it was going to be fun.