Title: Gunpowder
Author: Canaan Alshea
Summary: Kurama Had Come To Crave The Smell Of Gunpowder...
Pairing: Karasu and Kurama, abuse.
It made him sick. Hands like spiders weaving, long nails catching in the red tangles of his hair. The way cold lips would come to rest on his ear, whispering, poisonous words of seduction and murder.
The smell of gunpowder, signaling Karasu's entrance to his cell.
Lavish though it was, the fox could not bring himself to call it his bedroom. The plush mattress and blankets were stained with blood. His desk was covered in marks from his own nails and teeth. The bars cast shadows across his haunted face, gaunt and pale.
"Fox," the crow purred, "I've missed you..."
Karasu reeked of blood, makaian wind, danger.
It made his mouth water.
He tipped his head back as sharp teeth descended upon his throat. He hardly dared to breathe, resting his back onto white hands. "K...Karasu."
"Shh..." He parted his lips, breath steaming and sweat glistening on his temples. Blood fell down his back as his captor dragged his nails down naked skin, opening old wounds and grinning at the pained sobs.
Kurama swallowed back his nausea as he felt cold hands open his legs, his own member responding to the touch despite his revulsion. He cried out when he bled, torn and broken again.
Gunpowder was the smell of the end of the world.
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