First of all, let me make it perfectly clear that I don't own these
characters. And this is AU.
Now . . . This fic is a little darker than the ones I've written previously. If I upset you in anyway, I apologize. It's more yaoi than shonen-ai. And the fluffiness factor is much more muted in this story. This is my take on what might have happened had Kurama known Karasu before the Dark Tournament. It's Kurama x Karasu and Kurama x Hiei. I will be juggling the existing storyline around to make this work, so yes, I have some incorrect info in here. Obviously, since it's AU.
Again, this is rather dark. Don't say I didn't warn you. A small bit of naughtiness in this first part. Let me know what you all think!
~ midnyte-fox
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Golden eyes narrowed, watching a figure as it walked across the plain below him. The presence was unfamiliar, one the watcher had never encountered before. His ears twitched, detecting his footsteps coming ever closer. He observed him carefully.
Long black hair whipped around the approaching demon's slender shoulders, but he never bothered to restrain it. He wore black, adding an air of mystery to his presence. His features were hidden, half of his face covered by a mask. What was he doing, daring to intrude on the watcher's territory?
The golden eyes widened slightly, surprised. The figure concealed his ki. He was skilled, then. The watcher's mouth curved into a smile. Perhaps he should test the intruder; let him know that it was a bad idea to be careless.
Silver hair swung loosely down his back as the watcher slid to the forest floor from the rock outcropping where he sat. He smiled when the figure glanced at him, unsurprised. So, then. The intruder was unconcerned. The watcher frowned. It was not good to underestimate him.
Silently, he walked toward the edge of the trees, waiting for the other to approach. He did, at a measured pace, but stopped a little way off. The watcher smiled. So. He didn't want to get too close.
"I have been looking for you."
The voice was husky and mellifluous. It rained upon the watcher's ears like velvet and midnight.
"Is that so? Why must you look so hard? All of the Makai knows my territory," he paused, "and to stay away from it."
The other's eyes narrowed. "The territory of Youko Kurama is known. It is true." The eyes were mere slits now. "But, I find no threat here, fox."
Youko smiled menacingly. Pulling a small seed from the folds of his clothing, he pushed his ki into it. The seed began to pulse, stirring to life. He felt small tendrils uncoil from the center. Pushing more of his ki into it, he let it grow, unimpeded, reaching for the other, caressing him, wrapping him in their delicate hold and drawing him nearer.
The other struggled slightly. It was not in his nature to submit. He forced himself to be still.
Youko paced toward the figure, to the very edge of the trees. He was held securely by the iron grip of his plants. "You are here. Now, tell me . . . Have you a name?"
"I do." He said nothing more.
The kitsune laughed. "And must I torture you before you part with the knowledge?"
The other's eyes regarded him steadily. Youko saw that they were a clear and startling amethyst. Lovely, really.
"I do not see the need to tell you, as you will have no need to use it once you kill me."
Youko stepped back a pace, startled. "I have no intention of killing you. At least, not as of now." He smiled, reaching out a hand and stroking the black silken strands that lay against the other's shoulder. He touched them softly, enjoying the feeling.
Smiling, he touched the mask that covered his captive's features. "And what hides under here?"
The other kept silent. Then-
"Karasu."
"Hmm?"
The other took a deep breath. "I am called Karasu."
Youko smiled. "Much better. Now . . . I really hate hidden things. I always want to . . . expose them." He smiled a bit sadistically, reaching to remove the mask Karasu wore. Karasu tilted his head away, not wanting him to. Youko frowned. He reached again, this time succeeding.
Suddenly the black hair was gone, replaced by golden strands. Youko blinked, eyes widening. "What . . .?"
Without warning, the stranger unmasked his ki. He was strong. Much stronger than Youko had anticipated. Strong enough to break free.
Youko's vines dissolved around his captive, and he realized, albeit belatedly, that the whole thing had been a clever trap. Karasu had known of Youko's penchant for curiosity, and had used it to his advantage. Unable to remove his mask, he had been nigh helpless against the kitsune. Having tricked Youko into removing it for him . . .
Youko bit back a curse.
He tried to back away, to get out of the demon's range, but he was too slow. One pale, slender hand grabbed the back of his neck, pushing down hard until the kitsune fell, kneeling at his feet. Youko fought to get back up, but failed. Karasu was at least as strong as he, and he had the better leverage.
He glared up at the demon, golden eyes narrowed with cold rage. Karasu smiled, and Youko couldn't help but notice how attractive he was. He had smooth features, delicate almost. But there was cruelty in his eyes. A cruelty that spoke volumes, but intrigued the fox more than a little. He shuddered.
"And, so, my fox, the game is won. I am the victor. However, I think that there will be no loss . . . "Karasu's voice slithered into his mind, blocking out everything else. The other demon smiled down at him, then fisted a hand in his hair, pulling him to his feet. Youko obeyed, wishing he could break free, but not wanting to.
Karasu tightened his hold on the kitsune, pulling him close and sliding one arm around his waist. His eyes held a dark promise, and Youko felt himself responding to that sensual gaze, not entirely against his will.
Karasu tilted his head back, exposing his throat. With a slight laugh, more than a little mocking, he bent his head, mouth descending on the smooth flesh. Youko started, feeling the soft warmth of lips, then the slight pain of teeth biting down. He shivered. Then Karasu's tongue traced the line of his throat, and he visibly shuddered.
"And here, the infamous Youko Kurama brought to his knees by a simple touch." The voice was mocking, darkly amused. "You taste like roses, fox." Youko tried to feel anger, but couldn't summon the will. Karasu's energy was so strong. It mingled with his, destroying the will to fight.
Youko hadn't exited the trees, and Karasu used that to his advantage, shoving him back against a large trunk. Youko fell heavily against it, panting slightly. Karasu's gaze raked him boldly, and Youko felt blood rush to his face. His entire body felt too warm.
Karasu's eyes were fixed on his now, and Youko couldn't look away from the dark desire he saw in their violet depths. Slowly, Karasu leaned forward, moving one knee to rest against the trunk of the tree between Youko's thighs, pinning him there.
He pulled the fox to him, then, taking what he wanted from the unresisting kitsune. His mouth devoured Youko's neck and shoulders. Pushing him harshly back against the tree, he let his mouth travel down the kitsune's chest. Youko was panting heavily by now, little growls escaping from the back of his throat.
Karasu smiled, standing back up and pulling his victim's hips against his own. Youko cried out faintly, and clung to Karasu, forgetting who he was, where he was . . . Everything but the desire that raged through his blood.
Karasu smirked. "You want it, don't you?" He pulled the kitsune harder against him. "You want to give yourself to me."
Youko flushed. He felt vaguely ashamed, but couldn't understand why. Weakly, he nodded.
Karasu laughed. "Then I shall take what you offer me." He pushed the kitsune back against the tree, reaching for his clothing. Youko moved to help him, but Karasu stopped him. He merely smiled, and ripped. Shreds of white cloth drifted to the earth.
And only the trees watched as the one in white was forced to the ground, the dark one using his advantage to the fullest.
Now . . . This fic is a little darker than the ones I've written previously. If I upset you in anyway, I apologize. It's more yaoi than shonen-ai. And the fluffiness factor is much more muted in this story. This is my take on what might have happened had Kurama known Karasu before the Dark Tournament. It's Kurama x Karasu and Kurama x Hiei. I will be juggling the existing storyline around to make this work, so yes, I have some incorrect info in here. Obviously, since it's AU.
Again, this is rather dark. Don't say I didn't warn you. A small bit of naughtiness in this first part. Let me know what you all think!
~ midnyte-fox
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Golden eyes narrowed, watching a figure as it walked across the plain below him. The presence was unfamiliar, one the watcher had never encountered before. His ears twitched, detecting his footsteps coming ever closer. He observed him carefully.
Long black hair whipped around the approaching demon's slender shoulders, but he never bothered to restrain it. He wore black, adding an air of mystery to his presence. His features were hidden, half of his face covered by a mask. What was he doing, daring to intrude on the watcher's territory?
The golden eyes widened slightly, surprised. The figure concealed his ki. He was skilled, then. The watcher's mouth curved into a smile. Perhaps he should test the intruder; let him know that it was a bad idea to be careless.
Silver hair swung loosely down his back as the watcher slid to the forest floor from the rock outcropping where he sat. He smiled when the figure glanced at him, unsurprised. So, then. The intruder was unconcerned. The watcher frowned. It was not good to underestimate him.
Silently, he walked toward the edge of the trees, waiting for the other to approach. He did, at a measured pace, but stopped a little way off. The watcher smiled. So. He didn't want to get too close.
"I have been looking for you."
The voice was husky and mellifluous. It rained upon the watcher's ears like velvet and midnight.
"Is that so? Why must you look so hard? All of the Makai knows my territory," he paused, "and to stay away from it."
The other's eyes narrowed. "The territory of Youko Kurama is known. It is true." The eyes were mere slits now. "But, I find no threat here, fox."
Youko smiled menacingly. Pulling a small seed from the folds of his clothing, he pushed his ki into it. The seed began to pulse, stirring to life. He felt small tendrils uncoil from the center. Pushing more of his ki into it, he let it grow, unimpeded, reaching for the other, caressing him, wrapping him in their delicate hold and drawing him nearer.
The other struggled slightly. It was not in his nature to submit. He forced himself to be still.
Youko paced toward the figure, to the very edge of the trees. He was held securely by the iron grip of his plants. "You are here. Now, tell me . . . Have you a name?"
"I do." He said nothing more.
The kitsune laughed. "And must I torture you before you part with the knowledge?"
The other's eyes regarded him steadily. Youko saw that they were a clear and startling amethyst. Lovely, really.
"I do not see the need to tell you, as you will have no need to use it once you kill me."
Youko stepped back a pace, startled. "I have no intention of killing you. At least, not as of now." He smiled, reaching out a hand and stroking the black silken strands that lay against the other's shoulder. He touched them softly, enjoying the feeling.
Smiling, he touched the mask that covered his captive's features. "And what hides under here?"
The other kept silent. Then-
"Karasu."
"Hmm?"
The other took a deep breath. "I am called Karasu."
Youko smiled. "Much better. Now . . . I really hate hidden things. I always want to . . . expose them." He smiled a bit sadistically, reaching to remove the mask Karasu wore. Karasu tilted his head away, not wanting him to. Youko frowned. He reached again, this time succeeding.
Suddenly the black hair was gone, replaced by golden strands. Youko blinked, eyes widening. "What . . .?"
Without warning, the stranger unmasked his ki. He was strong. Much stronger than Youko had anticipated. Strong enough to break free.
Youko's vines dissolved around his captive, and he realized, albeit belatedly, that the whole thing had been a clever trap. Karasu had known of Youko's penchant for curiosity, and had used it to his advantage. Unable to remove his mask, he had been nigh helpless against the kitsune. Having tricked Youko into removing it for him . . .
Youko bit back a curse.
He tried to back away, to get out of the demon's range, but he was too slow. One pale, slender hand grabbed the back of his neck, pushing down hard until the kitsune fell, kneeling at his feet. Youko fought to get back up, but failed. Karasu was at least as strong as he, and he had the better leverage.
He glared up at the demon, golden eyes narrowed with cold rage. Karasu smiled, and Youko couldn't help but notice how attractive he was. He had smooth features, delicate almost. But there was cruelty in his eyes. A cruelty that spoke volumes, but intrigued the fox more than a little. He shuddered.
"And, so, my fox, the game is won. I am the victor. However, I think that there will be no loss . . . "Karasu's voice slithered into his mind, blocking out everything else. The other demon smiled down at him, then fisted a hand in his hair, pulling him to his feet. Youko obeyed, wishing he could break free, but not wanting to.
Karasu tightened his hold on the kitsune, pulling him close and sliding one arm around his waist. His eyes held a dark promise, and Youko felt himself responding to that sensual gaze, not entirely against his will.
Karasu tilted his head back, exposing his throat. With a slight laugh, more than a little mocking, he bent his head, mouth descending on the smooth flesh. Youko started, feeling the soft warmth of lips, then the slight pain of teeth biting down. He shivered. Then Karasu's tongue traced the line of his throat, and he visibly shuddered.
"And here, the infamous Youko Kurama brought to his knees by a simple touch." The voice was mocking, darkly amused. "You taste like roses, fox." Youko tried to feel anger, but couldn't summon the will. Karasu's energy was so strong. It mingled with his, destroying the will to fight.
Youko hadn't exited the trees, and Karasu used that to his advantage, shoving him back against a large trunk. Youko fell heavily against it, panting slightly. Karasu's gaze raked him boldly, and Youko felt blood rush to his face. His entire body felt too warm.
Karasu's eyes were fixed on his now, and Youko couldn't look away from the dark desire he saw in their violet depths. Slowly, Karasu leaned forward, moving one knee to rest against the trunk of the tree between Youko's thighs, pinning him there.
He pulled the fox to him, then, taking what he wanted from the unresisting kitsune. His mouth devoured Youko's neck and shoulders. Pushing him harshly back against the tree, he let his mouth travel down the kitsune's chest. Youko was panting heavily by now, little growls escaping from the back of his throat.
Karasu smiled, standing back up and pulling his victim's hips against his own. Youko cried out faintly, and clung to Karasu, forgetting who he was, where he was . . . Everything but the desire that raged through his blood.
Karasu smirked. "You want it, don't you?" He pulled the kitsune harder against him. "You want to give yourself to me."
Youko flushed. He felt vaguely ashamed, but couldn't understand why. Weakly, he nodded.
Karasu laughed. "Then I shall take what you offer me." He pushed the kitsune back against the tree, reaching for his clothing. Youko moved to help him, but Karasu stopped him. He merely smiled, and ripped. Shreds of white cloth drifted to the earth.
And only the trees watched as the one in white was forced to the ground, the dark one using his advantage to the fullest.