I do not own either Yu Yu Hakusho or this song. YYH belongs to Yoshihiro Togashi. This song belongs to Marilyn Manson. I claim no ownership of either of them. Warning: This story contains yaoi, and is also exceedingly dark and angsty. If you do not like yaoi or do not want to read angst or rape, then please hit the back button and get out of here. I will not tolerate any flames because someone knew what it was and read it anyway, knowing they wouldn't like it. Sorry if I sounded bitchy, I really didn't mean to. With that out of the way, please enjoy…err…yeah… something like that. I decided I needed to write some angst…

Sweet Tooth

Her heart shivers in my hand
She's melting on me like cotton candy
I make the faces that make you cry
I want you more when you're afraid of

Kurama shivered as he felt his captor's lips on his throat. His heart felt like a caged bird desperate for freedom against the youkai's pale hand. The very air hung thick with an unnerving lyric of fear and dominance. Kurama vaguely heard the dangerous, silky voice of his captor, as his lips brushed against his ear.

"My beautiful…helpless…little kitsune." He murmured softly, voice mockingly gentle as he traced one nail along his collarbone. Kurama fought to hold back the wince of pain as the claw drew thin ribbons of blood across his pale skin. "Didn't you like that?" the youkai turned his face to Kurama's, demonic violet eyes meeting wide, frightened emerald. "Will you cry for me? Your tears make you even more desirable…if that is even possible." Kurama glowered at him, setting his jaw and the youkai chuckled. Against his will Kurama felt a few hot tears of shame and degradation silently slide down his alabaster cheeks. Before they could even fall from his chin, he saw the youkai slip up and lick them off in one fell swoop. The kitsune closed his eyes, willing his body to not respond. He was in control of himself…he was in control…

"Damn you, Karasu…" he ground out, opening his eyes, glaring hatefully at the youkai. The demon pulled back from his caress to watch him, a twisted, bemused expression adorning the cold countenance of his face.

"Damn me? Oh…my precious Kurama…" he purred, his voice taking on a silky, sadistic tone even as he seemed to pout slightly. "You haven't even begun to damn me…"

My disease, disease is draining me
Anymore you're not so 'pretty please'
Disease, disease is draining me
I want you more when you're afraid of me

The warranty would soon be up for Karasu in his new body. It had been sheer luck his soul had been able to find a host body before he had been dead for good…but unfortunately he didn't have the luxury…or the patience of doing what his own kitsune had done. He knew well the story of how Kurama had been wounded by a hunter and had taken a ningen infant form, growing up as one of them. Karasu personally thought it an ingenious trick, worthy of his fox. He grinned a feral grin as he watched his fox sleep before retreating back to his own thoughts. This human form couldn't handle his ki the way it could if he had done as Kurama had, and started as an infant…no…an avatar was harder. Much more complicated. He would know soon enough if his demonic ki would take over the hapless ningen form, effectively offering him the chance at rebirth…or if it would die and he would be destroyed along with it. It was like a slow, wasting disease. The human was pushed to the back while Karasu had taken over, his ki easily overpowering the human's weak spirit. That fact that the host body's true spirit was so close to his beloved Fox made the prospect so much sweeter. He could hear the ningen's weak thoughts as he violated his kitsune, protesting what he did, feeling guilt, shame, humiliation…it amused him greatly. He was suddenly brought from his reverie by a small groan of pain, signaling that the kitsune was slowly waking up. Karasu allowed a cold smile to slowly, gracefully curve his lips. It was time for more fun. The pale, trembling body on the bed was shaking with terror, tears falling freely from his eyes. He watched with a fascinated air of interest as Kurama curled into a ball, biting his lip to keep the pain-filled whimpers at bay, even as he glared at Karasu through pain-filled prismatic emerald orbs. For an instant, he wondered if this meant he had broken him but he smirked, shaking his head. Karasu knew good and well it would take more than that to break Kurama….

I will break you inside out
You are mine, you are mine
I will break you inside out
You are mine, you are mine

Karasu traced one nail over Kurama's skin, reveling in the thin line of blood that rose in response. He watched his helpless kitsune, dried blood on his lips from his earlier ministrations. He moved towards him, licking up the blood that was welling up on his chest, slowly working his way to those crimson stained lips. He let his dark, violet eyes meet Kurama's for a moment silently, almost willing the kitsune to back down, to surrender. When Kurama merely watched him, emerald eyes filled with loathing, he smirked, moving into kiss him passionately, feeling Kurama's dry lips crack under the pressure as fresh blood sluggishly welled up to coat both their lips. "Mmm…your blood is so sweet, koibito…" he purred, allowing one finger to trace his lip, moving down his chin, leaving a trail of the sticky redness for him to lap up as Kurama closed his eyes in horror.

Her hair hangs in swollen strings
I'm choking on her, it feels so sickening
I make the faces that make you cry
I want you more when you're afraid of

Kurama stared at the wall dully, trying to block the pain. He felt Karasu cutting him, running his nails over his smooth flesh, could feel the tiny prick that meant blood had risen from the wound. He could feel Karasu's hands massaging his back, deceptively gentle as he smeared blood over his back, licking it off soon after. He tugged at the silvery collar that was wrapped about his throat and abruptly his hands fell from it, wincing faintly. Some how that bastard Karasu had warded it. He couldn't change to the youko, or use any ki, except for a few minor healing arts…enough to keep him alive…until his captor desired to kill him. Dimly his thoughts took him back to the beginning of this…how innocent it had seemed. But appearances were misleading, weren't they? His eyes gazed open the dark room before closing. He knew he was no longer in his home; he was sure they were in the Makai, some hideout of Karasu's. And to think he had believed that Karasu was dead. He closed his eyes, remembering…

~~ The Reiki Tantei had just come back from another mission, and they were celebrating with a round of soda. Kurama smiled, watching Hiei sit on a wall, away from the group, yet close to him at the same time. Kurama had been laughing along with the group at a joke Yusuke had made that had earned him a slap from Keiko. Suddenly, his cell phone had started ringing. He glanced at it, almost laughing at how easily he had forgotten about it. A gift from his kasaan, he only used it to keep in touch with her really. He flipped the phone to his ear, speaking in a soft voice, trying to block out his friend's rambunctious laughter.

"Moshi - moshi?" he said, standing and walking a few feet from his friends to hear her better. Shiori's voice replied a moment later.

"Shuuichi! Thank goodness you're back…it's your brother…he's taken ill…but the doctors aren't sure what it is…please…can you come home?" Kurama's emerald eyes widened.

"Hai, of course! I'll be home soon!" he had placed the small phone back in his pocket, turning to return to his friend numbly. They had been sad to see him leave the festivities, but had promised to see him soon. Without another word he had departed. About halfway home he had sensed Hiei now walking beside him. He smiled faintly, turning his head slightly to offer him a faint smile, but his eyes were laced with worry. Hiei nodded solemnly, merely walking with him. They had reached Kurama's house shortly thereafter, Hiei waiting in the main room while Shuuichi went upstairs to find his parents hovering over Shuuichi's bed. Shiori looked up as Kurama entered the room. She gestured him closer.

"He's been asking for you since last night, Shuuichi." She said softly, taking his hand and moving him closer. Kurama looked at his brother and offered him a small smile, sitting at the side of his bed. He dimly heard his parents leave the room as he turned to his stepbrother.

"Hey there…how are you feeling?" he asked softly. His brother turned his head slowly to face him, offering him a weak smile.

"Better now that…that you're here…" Kurama smiled at him, brushing his forehead in a brotherly manner.

"You should rest Shuuichi." He chided gently, offering him an indulgent smile. Shuuichi nodded but grabbed for his sleeve as he started to stand. He turned to look at his little brother questioningly, turning puzzled emerald orbs on him.

"P…please don't leave me? Mom and dad are going to see some friends for the weekend, and I…I don't want to be alone." Kurama nodded slowly, smiling faintly as he sat back down. The fact that his family was leaving while his brother was sick was odd…extremely odd, but perhaps they hadn't been able to cancel their plans and that was why he was called home. He didn't mind. He sent a mental message to Hiei telling him everything would be alright and nodded as he felt Hiei's presence leave soon after. He turned back to his brother and saw that he was sleeping...well, he needed the rest. He moved slowly to sit in a chair beside the bed, drifting off to sleep himself...

…He awoke to a pressure on his stomach, as someone sitting on him, straddling him. His eyes flew open and saw his little brother. He looked at him in confusion.

"Nani? What are you doing Shuuichi?" his brother looked up at him and his warm eyes seemed to darken as he laughed.

"I just want to be close to you…just close…close…" he murmured softly, nuzzling against Kurama's shoulder. Kurama smiled in bewilderment but abruptly yelped when Shuuichi bit his earlobe. He pushed his brother away, looking at him in horror. His brother threw his head back and laughed, suddenly speaking in a different voice…a voice that made Kurama's blood run cold. Karasu's voice was coming form his younger brother's lips. The boy stood, walking towards him. "Hello pet…I missed you so much" he purred. Kurama's leaf green eyes had widened in horror at the voice, at the form. His brother began to change. His hair darkened and lengthened, as he seemed to grow right before his eyes. His eyes remained dark, the clouds within the orbs disappearing, revealing a haunting violet. Kurama paled, trembling as she turned, standing, trying to stumble from the room. Karasu had laughed, catching him easily about the waist, holding him in an ironclad embrace. He heard a silky voice whisper in his ear, punctuating the words with a slow lick to the ear. "Mmm koibito…all mine…now…and forever." Kurama tried to break free, feeling his energy rise when a sudden sound stopped him. Shiori's voice rang out from downstairs.

"Shuuichi? Is everything alright up there." Kurama froze and Karasu chuckled quietly before speaking softly.

"You may want to answer the woman itooshi…or…I always could…"he let the threat linger, heavy in the air. Kurama coughed, his voice rising.

"Everything is fine kasaan!" he replied quickly, wincing at the tremor in his voice. There was no reply for a few moments then Shiori's gentle voice replied cheerfully.

"Alright, as long as you and your brother are alright! We'll be back as soon as possible! There's money in the kitchen if you need it, love you!" and then suddenly he could feel her energy, his stepfather's energy…slipping away. He dimly heard Karasu chuckle again and shivered as the hands turned him, resting gently on his cheeks, placing his hands on either side of his face, barely lifting the crimson forelocks of hair from the sides of his face and onto his knuckles.

"Now then itooshi…what to do with you first…" he purred as he stroked his cheeks gently, eyes glinting with loving madness...~~

My disease, disease is draining me
Anymore you're not so pretty, please
Disease, disease is draining me
I want you more when you're afraid of me
I will break you inside out
You are mine, you are mine

Darkness…the sound of coughing. Kurama's leaf-green eyes opened slowly to the sound as he looked for its source. Karasu sat on the floor, staring at him sullenly with those, intense, violet eyes. Kurama looked at him curiously and slowly sat up, visibly wincing. Karasu chuckled to cover the cough and gazed up at him.

"So you're awake, koibito?" he smirked at him, standing slowly. Kurama glared at him at the use of the term, backing away a pace on the bed, biting his lips to conceal the cry of pain. Karasu coughed again, glowering as he sat down on the bed, turning those violet orbs on Kurama.

"You're sick, aren't you?" he asked, ignoring his comments, staring intently at the Crow demon. Karasu's eyes seemed to flash slightly and Kurama nodded slowly. "So you are…you're dying a slow painful death because you're chosen avatar is rejecting you…" Karasu lunged at him, one pale, slim hand holding him against the headboard of the bed by his collarbone.

"Tell me something…Kurama…" he ground out, glancing to his mask then back for seemingly no reason. The Kitsune coughed and nodded slowly, his prismatic orbs watching the Crow demon warily. Karasu let him go, staring down at him intently. "The great Youko…the great thief of the Makai…revered for being able to steal almost anything, able to take whatever he wanted…" he said quietly, pausing before he continued. "But tell me, Kurama…where are all of these great treasures you loved so much? Where are these beautiful artifacts you stole…?" Kurama bared his teeth in what could be called a grimace, causing Karasu to continue his monologue. "You destroyed them didn't you? Such rare, beautiful objects…all yours…and no one else's…if you couldn't have them, you didn't want anyone to. I think you are someone who would rather destroy something that you loved with your own beautiful hands than see someone else do it." his voice, although soft and slightly raspy, seemed triumphant. Kurama's eyes widened at his words, shaking his head slowly. For once something other then fear took over in him, causing him to react back to his words. Perhaps youko was silently lending him his strength, or perhaps the words had just had a reaction to him, he wasn't sure.

"No…there you are wrong Karasu! It is true…I did destroy many artifacts if I felt I could not posses them for myself, but what I felt was simple possession! Not once were those objects alive, as you seem to be attempting to twist your own thinking so close to my old beliefs. You think because I thought like that you can justify your mistreatment of me, but you are wrong! I did not love those objects anymore then you love me Karasu!" he laughed faintly, a bitter sound, glaring at the other man. "You do not love me anymore then you know what real love is. At one time I didn't either…" he ground out softly. "But the love of a human woman and my friends changed that, Karasu! Love is when you are willing to sacrifice your life for your mother's happiness! Love is when you will take a stab to the chest to protect a friend. Have you ever protected a friend as such Karasu? Have you ever tried to get to know someone beyond your initial infatuation?" he glared at the Crow demon, panting from his angry exertions. "No…you say that pain teaches us how to love, and in some ways that may be true, but you kill before love even has a chance to bloom. You say you love me…but you don't even know me…" by the look on Karasu's face he knew he had won the battle of wills. Karasu fell into silence, slowly slipping from the bed, standing to retreat to his side of the room, slipping into his own thoughts. Kurama panted softly from the efforts of his fury. He turned, presenting his back to the Crow demon, at the moment fearing little about him. He slowly drifted off to sleep, his thoughts on his friends, hoping they were all right...

Karasu sat in the darkened room, coughing softly, sliding his long black hair over his shoulder with one delicate hand, the other massaging his temple gently in an effort to diminish the headache. He glowered at the kitsune, still musing on his words. "We shall see Kurama…" he said at last, watching him intently. "We shall see…"

I will break you inside out
You are mine, you are mine...

There will be more to come, oh yes. This was originally supposed to be a one shot…but for some reason I can never write those…so look for Part II soon! Please be sure to tell me what you think. Thanks for reading.