♢My Master♢ {Yukonwolfspirit~M-jow (18+}

[M-jow]

Julius sank into the seat beside Yukie, the cool m glass still in his hand. The music filled the room in gentle waves, and the soft glow of chandeliers reflected off the polished floor where couples drifted through slow turns. For a moment he simply sat there.
The anger that had surged through him earlier was ebbing away, dissolving the closer he was to Yukie. What remained was a faint tightness in his chest and the quiet satisfaction that the situation had ended quickly.
He lifted his glass and took a slow sip of the cider.

Then Yukie asked then question.
Julius gaze wandering across the hall rather than directly at Yukie. Not because he was avoiding the conversation.
It had been such a small, unpleasant thing. Nothing special really.
“Nothing dramatic,” Julius said calmly.
His tone carried the faintest hint of dismissal, as though the matter had already lost its importance.
“I asked for something without alcohol.”
He rolled the stem of the glass lightly between his fingers.
“The man behind the bar decided that was an opportunity to entertain himself.”
Julius’s expression didn’t change much, but there was a brief tightening at the corner of his eyes.
“He assumed I wasn’t old enough to drink. Said a few things that were… unnecessary.
Julius exhaled slowly, letting the cool sweetness of the drink replace the last traces of heat in his chest.
“I corrected the situation without making a scenen.”
That was the simplest way to put it.
He didn’t want to elaborate on the insults. Repeating them would only give them more weight than they deserved, and Julius had no intention of letting some stranger’s stupidity linger over the evening.
His attention shifted to the dance floor again where the musicians had begun a slightly livelier piece.
For a brief moment his expression softened.
“I mostly just wanted the drinks.”
He set his glass down on the table with quiet precision.
“And I wanted to deal with it myself.”
Julius finally glanced sideways toward Yukie then, the earlier tension gone from his posture.
“I didn’t see the point in dragging you into it. I wasn’t in any danger, there are dumb people like that everywhere.”
There was a faint note of honesty there. Julius had protected his pride, by handling the situation on his own.
The hall buzzed gently with conversation and laughter around them, the earlier disturbance already forgotten by most of the guests.
Julius leaned back in his chair, shoulders relaxed now.
“Besides,” he added quietly, a small trace of dry humor returning to his voice, “if you had stepped in, I suspect the evening would have become far more memorable for the rest of the room.”
He gently touched Yukie arm. Telling Yukie it wasn’t worthy to be bothered with.
“And I’m fairly certain the organizers would prefer their furniture to remain intact.”

[Yukonwolfspirit]

“Ah, no destroying the furniture for fun?” Yukie whined with a small pout as he finished his drink a playful sulk on his face. “I was hoping to get away with at least ten tables destroyed by tonight. Absolute monster guest appearance for everyone.” Yukie teased as he took Julius’s hand just being playful with his wording as he could tell despite the glamour of the ball the tables would snap easily if he forced them.

”well then~ shall we dance?” Yukie asked standing up as he held out his hand to Julius allowing the night to only be about them, no worries over the whispering voices or cruel words saying mindless thoughts. “I want to hold you close again. Just for a bit longer.” Yukie added with a small blush as he stood in front of Julius.

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“so…flying was fun.” Haru added as he knelt in front of a small fire pit trying again to ignite the dry kindling he had gathered. Haru was focused on his task but he was tiered, sore and bruised up. It had been a long lesson and eventually he had gotten the hang of flying, landing, the basics. Now was just basic survival and while he could have just used some demon magic to start the fire.

Learning to live without demon magic would prove more useful. 

Eventually there was a small spark as he nursed the flame back to a giant fire having finally succeeded on his third try. “What did you do when you weren’t with mom. I mean I remember you just appearing…back when we came home for the final time. Where did you go? Did you travel?” Haru asked curiously as he warmed his hands a little by the small fire before adding wood to make it big enough to cook on.

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“Feeling better?” Haruhi asked gently as he set down a sweet strawberry drink by Shan the man holding his own as he sipped it. “I hope you don’t explode. I would hate to clean you off the tree like one does in cartoons.” Haruhi added lightly as he was trying to tease Shan a little to hide his worry.

[M-jow]

Julius chuckled softly, though he couldn’t quite tell whether Yukie had been joking or not—it often depended on whatever mood the demon happened to be in. Fortunately, Yukie didn’t seem bothered by his response.

 

["Well then~ shall we dance?"]

 

The witch found his gaze lingering as Yukie rose from his seat. There was something effortlessly graceful about the way he moved, every motion smooth and deliberate. Julius swallowed when Yukie turned back to him, extending a hand with that bright smile.

For a moment, Julius felt his heart stumble in his chest.

 

["I want to hold you close again. Just for a bit longer."]

 

A fond smile spread across Julius’ face as he reached out and took Yukie’s offered hand. His mate wa s blushing now. How cute, even Yukie could still feel shy around him.

“You never need to ask for permission to do that,” he said gently. “And if I’d known you enjoyed dancing this much, I would have asked you much sooner.”

Once he had risen, Julius lifted Yukie’s hand to his lips and pressed a soft, lingering kiss against the back of it, his gesture both affectionate and teasingly courtly.

Then he drew the demon closer—close enough that their voices would carry only between them, lost beneath the distant music and murmur of the room.

“I must tell you,” Julius murmured, his tone warm and sincere, “you are the best partner I’ve ever danced with. In fact, you are the only one I’d ever want.”

His hand settled comfortably in Yukie’s hands as they walked towards the dancefloor.

“I’m beginning to realize,” he added quietly, “that I enjoy far more things, than I used to… so long as I get to do them with you.”

The warmth of the demon’s presence settled somewhere deep in his chest, steadying the quick rhythm of his heart.

“Well then,” he smiled as he straighted himself slightly “it would be a terrible shame to let such a good opportunity go to waste.”

The music drifting through the room had softened since their last dance—slower now, the melody stretching into long, unhurried notes that filled the space with a warm, intimate atmosphere.

When they stepped onto the dance floor, Julius turned to face him. One of his hands settled at Yukie’s waist, drawing him close, while the other kept hold of Yukie’s hand between them. Their bodies naturally fell into a gentle sway with the music.

Julius led them again in a close dance, guiding Yukie through the new steps. With each turn, Yukie remained close to him, their bodies brushing softly as Julius guided their pace.

The rhythm of the music encouraged the closeness. Julius’ hand was at Yukie’s waist, occasionally pressing him a little closer. Their joined hands moved slightly with the motion of their steps, rising and lowering with the subtle sway of the dance.

At times their steps slowed into a soft rocking motion, almost like swaying gently, like leaves in the wind. Julius guided them through small turns and gentle pivots, keeping Yukie comfortably with steps he could follow, as they moved through the melody together.

Julius looked into Yukie’s eyes and got completely lost. He saw his own reflection, like he was all Yukie could see. His heart kicked hard in his chest. His own eyes was filled with no one that Yukie aswell. Julius wished the night could last forever. Wished he didn’t haft to let go of him tomorrow and see him off. After getting mated they'd never been separated anymore that a few hours max.

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After watching Haru kindle the fireon his own, Yumro moved in to help him build the campfire. He crouched beside the boy and carefully positioned two thick logs against the small structure Haru had made, reinforcing it so the flames would catch and latch on.

The fire crackled softly as it began to grow.

 

[“What did you do when you weren’t with Mom? I mean… I remember you just appearing… back when we came home for the final time. Where did you go? Did you travel?”]

 

Yumro paused.

He looked at Haru, the firelight flickering across his face, and for a moment he didn’t answer. The boy already knew parts of it—how Yumro had spent years training under his grandfather, how he had been shaped into someone who punished those deemed wicked. But the truth went deeper than that.

“Well…” Yumro finally began, leaning back slightly and resting his arms on his knees. “You already know Yukie had… problems. Drinking, among other things. When I was a young teen, it was worse.”

His voice lowered, more thoughtful now.

“Plus, I was angry all the time. Ehen your mom left to train under the elders… that was it. Everything just… overflowed.”

The fire popped.

“After Haruhi left home, Yukie and I had a bad fallout. I couldn’t stay there anymore. So I left.”

He exhaled slowly.

“I didn’t even know about my grandfather until some of Yukie’s servants tracked me down and brought me to him. He wasn’t a kind man…” Yumro gave a faint, humorless smile. “But he knew how my powers worked. Better than anyone besides Yukie.”

He glanced down at his hands.

“He taught me how to control my powers. How to use what I inherited… how to harvest it.”

A brief silence settled.

“After that, I started working. As a hitman.” His tone was blunt, without pride. “I didn’t stay in one place very long. I moved around a lot—different countries, different jobs.”

He let out a quiet breath.

“I guess you could say I traveled. But… I wasn’t really there for it. I didn’t enjoy any of it.”

Yumro’s gaze softened slightly.

“I kept in contact with my younger siblings… though not as often as I should have.”

A small, sad smile tugged at his lips.

There were things he didn’t say—how lost he had been, how hollow everything had felt. How even the day he first met Haru and Haruhi, he hadn’t truly been present. He chose to leave that part out. Haru didn’t need to hear that.

Instead, Yumro stood and walked over to the bag. He rummaged through it and pulled out a blanket, noticing how the cold had started to creep into Haru’s shoulders.

Unlike the boy, Yumro barely felt the chill—his werewolf lineage from Ren’s side kept his body constantly warm.

He draped the blanket gently around Haru’s shoulders before sitting down beside him again.

“So,” Yumro said, his tone lighter now, “you can fly and land without breaking anything, avoid injuries, swim like a fish, test whether plants and fruits are edible, and build a proper camp.”

He nudged one of the logs with his foot, satisfied with the fire.

“I highly doubt Yukie will actually stay somewhere without a proper bed…” he added with a faint smirk. “But it’s still good to know. And I feel better knowing you can handle yourself.”

 

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Shan had fallen asleep without realizing it.

He stirred only when Haruhi gently set down a glass filled with a pink drink beside him. The faint scent of strawberries lingered in the air.

[“Feeling better?”]

Shan stayed still for a moment, checking in with himself. The tight, uncomfortable pressure he’d felt earlier had eased.

He nodded slightly.

[“I hope you don’t explode. I’d hate to have to clean you off a tree like in those cartoons.”]

Shan’s eyes widened instantly.

He sat upright, alarmed. “Is that really something we can do!?” he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

The idea clearly hadn’t occurred to him before—and now that it had, he wasn’t taking any chances.

“I feel okay now,” he added quickly, still a bit tense. “I’m probably not going to eat much for the rest of the day… but at least it doesn’t feel like I’m bursting at the middle anymore.”

He reached for the drink and took a cautious sip.

 

His gaze drifted toward the tree line, where Haru and Yumro had gone. For a moment, he just watched the shadows between the trees.

Then he looked back at Haruhi.

“Um… Mum…”

The word came out a little shyly, and a faint blush crept across his face. He was still getting used to calling him that—still getting used to having someone to call that.

“Since we have time… and it’s just the two of us…”

He stirred the drink slowly with the straw, avoiding eye contact for a second.

“And—if you want to…”

He glanced up again, nervous but hopeful.

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