Yato x Yukine [Lemon/Smut]

Scared of the Dark.

Yato sat outside in the tree beside Hiyori's house, suppressing a shiver from the cold and watching in on Yukine as he slept, or tried to sleep rather. He could feel the kid's restlessness as he tried to pretend he was alright, and honestly, it pissed him off. But hey, if the kid wanted to flip his shit over being in the dark, then by all means let him, that's what he gets for thinking Hiyori's house is safer than a shrine. He half hoped that any minute now the young blonde would jump right up screaming, just to prove his point of why they shouldn't be separated, and yet...

The kid rolled over, curling up tighter, he could feel the fear in him sharper than the stings the brat had been pelting him with constantly. It made him grip his own jacket in second hand discomfort.

And yet he couldn't bring himself to feel any sense of satisfaction at seeing his shinki suffer. Instead every single fiber in his being urged him to go and comfort the damn kid, gather him up and hold him, keep him safe from everything, never let anyone else so much as think about him and-

Yukine whimpered. It was soft and probably wasn't even out loud, but he whimpered. That was the last damn straw. Like a gust of wind that could open windows or some shitty metaphor like that, the god was immediately beside the bed, wondering what exactly he should say as the kid rolled up to glare at him in confusion.

"Yato"

"Long time no see huh?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Its cold outside"

"You're used to it" Ouch, fucking kid. Yato made a big deal out of sighing and then plopped beside him on the bed, taking off his shoes and jacket and undershirt,

"Well see I can't just leave you alone in a house with someone like Hiyori now can I?"

"No no no no, out! Get out!" he protested, trying to shove the god off from lying down right beside him, making Yukine roll over to the side with the wall and sigh with loud annoyance.

"Ah, wow its so warm" Yato cooned, trying to be as much of a nuisance for no reason he could figure out, he just seemed to really want to invoke a reaction. He couldn't understand why exactly, he just had the great urge to piss the kid off.

"Go. To. Sleep" Yukine growled, completely upset his sleepover with Hiyori were being monitored by this guy. The thought creeped into his head of her coming into his room, smelling like the bath-

"Oi!" Yato smacked the back of his hand against the boy's head, earning a wince of surprise and interruption.

"You could at least have some decency to not think nasty things while I'm here!"

"Shut up! It's not like I can help it!" he protested, rolling over to face the blue eyed boy.

"Oh Hiyori, you're so pretty with the way you do absolutely everything because I'm so hormonal and you're the only girl who talks to me" he mocked

"I said shut up!" he blushed and tried to push the god off the bed or at least farther away from him, but his wrists were grabbed, and before he knew it he was on his back and restrained with Yato glaring down at him, expression barely visible in the dark, their bodies uncomfortably close and slid together for Yukine's liking.

"You know you're really starting to wear me down with these constant horny thoughts of yours"

"Maybe you should just get out of my head then!"

"Idiot, its not that easy, do you have any brains at all?" he slid forward to reaffirm his grip, but in doing so he just rubbed by a certain spot that the younger boy wished to all the gods he wouldn't get near and just like someone pricked him he let out a little-