The Kingmaker's Lover

The Kingmaker's Lover - Part 4

 CHAPTER 18

Bunchu knocked on Ikutachi’s door until it finally opened.  It was Barbatos who answered, standing in the doorway completely naked and stifling back a yawn.

“What the hell, Bunchu?  Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“I need to speak to Ikutachi.”

“You come banging on our door, interrupting our morning sex, and all you have to say is, ‘I need to speak to Ikutachi.’”

“Barbatos, I don’t have time for this!”

“Good, neither do I.”

Barbatos tried to shut the door in Bunchu’s face, but Ikutachi pushed the volatile male out of the way.

“Move, Phantom,” Ikutachi commanded, tying his robe.  “Bunchu, what’s wrong?  You look terrible!”

“I…  It’s…”  Bunchu threw Barbatos a wary look.  “Can I speak to you alone?  I need your help.  It’s about that… thing we talked about yesterday.  Something’s happened; something bad.”

Ikutachi sprang into action, snatching Barbatos by the arm and pushing him out into the hall.  Before the Phantom could react, the Anima grabbed Bunchu’s hand, yanking him into the room and slamming the door behind him.  Ikutachi held the door closed, ignoring Barbatos’ incessant cursing. 

“Do me a favor, Bunchu, and get the blanket off the bed.” 

Bunchu did as he was asked, quickly handing it over.  Ikutachi pulled the door open, revealing a red-faced, angry demon.

“What the hell, Iku!”  Barbatos roared.  “You can’t just kick me out!  I’m bloody naked!”

“Which is why I’m giving you this blanket,” the Anima replied calmly.  “Go to your room.  When I’m done, I’ll come find you.”

“Go to my room?!”  Barbatos snarled.  “I’m not a child, Anima, you can’t just…” 

“Take the blanket, Phantom,” Ikutachi said, cutting him off, “or you can walk back to your room with your dick out.  Your choice.”

Ikutachi remained perfectly composed, standing his ground against the furious demon.  Barbatos looked ready to kill someone, but, to Bunchu’s relief, he snatched the blanket from Ikutachi’s hand and wrapped it around his waist. 

“You’re lucky I love you, Anima; otherwise, I’d kill you!"

“Yes, yes, you say that at least once a day.  It’s starting to lose its intended force.”

“This isn’t over.”

“It never is,” Ikutachi replied sweetly, “nor would I ever want it to be.  Now go before you catch a cold.  I’ll come to you as soon as I can, alright?  And I promise I’ll make it up to you,” he added with a slow smile.

Barbatos’ mood changed instantly.  He was trying to remain angry, but it was obvious the idea of having this “made up to him,” excited him greatly. 

“You promise?”  Barbatos asked.

“You have my word.  I’ll even do that thing you’ve been wanting.”

Barbatos’ jaw dropped ever so slightly, but he managed to pull himself together after a few seconds of shock.

“You can’t back out at the last minute,” Barbatos said; his eyes narrowing suspiciously on the Anima.

“I won’t,” Ikutachi chuckled.  “Now off with you.”

Barbatos dropped a kiss on Ikutachi’s lips then made his way down the hallway whistling like a lovesick school boy.  Ikutachi closed the door, turning the lock sharply.