A tap on Kurama's window made him look up from his homework. Seeing the black haired demon on the other side of the glass, he immediately got up to open it.
"Hiei. What brings you here?" Kurama asked with a smile, and Hiei sat down heavily on his bed.
"I dunno, Fox. I feel a little weird since that demon we fought with the detective and the idiot." Kurama looked up to him worriedly.
"It didn't hit you with its sword did it?" He asked quickly, looking Hiei over for wounds.
"Not really." Hiei said quietly, and Kurama was instantly suspicious.
"What do you mean 'not really'?" Kurama asked cautiously.
"It may have nicked me on the arm, but it was hardly even a paper cut." Hiei admitted.
"Hiei… You know that sword is a relative of the sword you stole from Koenma, right? It turned humans into demons. Luckily we stopped this one before he could see what it would do to humans, but that doesn't mean it's not dangerous to demons. The last one may not have been, but this one could be. You said you were feeling weird, what kind of weird?" Hiei grunted at the lecture he just received, but the concern etched into Kurama's voice made him answer sincerely.
"I didn't think about it. I suppose I feel a little light-headed is all."
"It doesn't sound too bad. Still, we should go and see Koenma to get the antidote just in case." Kurama said, and Hiei nodded slowly.
"I suppose I don't have a choice in the mater now, do I?" Kurama shook his head and got up from his desk chair.
"No, you don't. Let's go now." Hiei leapt from the window and down to the path outside. Kurama shut the window behind him and then walked through the house, out the front door. He paused on the threshold and shouted over his shoulder.
"Mother, I'm just off to a friend's house for a little while. I'm not sure when I'll be back. Don't worry about waiting up for me."
"Okay Suichi, have a good time!" Shiori called, and Kurama pulled the door shut behind him. Looking down the road he saw the sun already on the horizon and sighed. He probably wouldn't be back until late. Meeting Hiei on the path, they both headed off to find Boton.
"Oh of course. I'll get the sword right away." Boton said, casting a wary glance at Hiei before lifting off and disappearing into the night.
"That took way too long." Hiei complained, referring to the long two hours it had taken to locate the blue-haired girl.
"It did take a rather long time. I apologise, Hiei. Still, she shouldn't be long. How are you feeling?" Kurama was all too aware of the fluctuations in Hiei's ki even if the smaller demon was trying to hide them.
"Fine." Hiei lied, and Kurama nodded. Silently, he willed Boton to hurry.
"There you are. Is everything alright?" Boton asked, handing a small phial to Kurama as she touched down. She looked around for Hiei, but upon seeing no one, Kurama took the phial from her.
"I told Hiei to go on to my room and get some sleep. Thank you for this Boton." Kurama said politely, and then quickly ran off in the opposite direction. Boton watched him leave with concern. She'd gone as fast as possible to get the antidote. She just hoped it was fast enough.
Kurama was soon home, and snuck through his dark house. Passing his mothers door, he sent out his ki and found her sleeping peacefully. Smiling, he headed on for his own room. There was no light coming from the gap beneath the door, and Kurama pushed the door open gently. He preyed Hiei was there. In answer, a rough hand grabbed Kurama from the threshold and
shut the door behind him none to gently. Still, the noise wasn't too loud as Kurama had only opened it just enough to slip inside. Another hand closed around his other wrist, and Kurama felt the smaller body pressed against him.
"Hiei?" Kurama whispered, aware of his sleeping mother only a few doors away.
"Fox." Hiei acknowledged, but Kurama picked up on the distortion in his ki. This wasn't his Hiei. He grabbed Hiei's arms and leant down to look him in the eyes.
"Hiei, I need you to take this…" Kurama said calmly, reaching to his pocket and extracting the phial. In answer, Hiei slapped the phial away. Kurama dove to the floor, catching it in his fingertips just before it hit the boards. He sighed in relief, but Hiei was already kneeling beside him. Sitting up, Kurama fiddled with the cork. It made a satisfying popping noise as it opened, but Hiei once again threw his hand out, knocking the potion from Kurama's fingers. It spilled from its container, but Kurama called a nearby plant to its rescue. A large leaf grew and stretched to the floor in the blink of an eye, catching the liquid and holding it safely. Kurama sighed, but was distracted as Hiei pressed him to the wall, their lips forced together. Kurama blushed lightly, but then remembered that this wasn't Hiei. Or at least, not Hiei in mind. Pulling away, Kurama tried to push Hiei back. Hiei's arms pushed him strongly back into the wall, and Kurama knew instantly that he was no match in his human form without a weapon. Hurting Hiei, though, was far from Kurama's mind. So instead, he closed his eyes and surrendered to the feeling that was always there at the back of his mind. He felt his hair lengthen and limbs become longer. A small gasp told him that Hiei had noticed the transformation into Youko. Taking what little surprise he had, Kurama quickly forced Hiei back to the floor. The plant dropped the antidote into Hiei's still open mouth and then Kurama bought their lips together to make sure Hiei swallowed it. Once swallowed, Youko released his form and returned to being the red-headed human. He only realised his mistake, however, when Hiei quickly took back control, shoving Kurama so hard against the floor that it took his breath away.
"If you're going to fight, then this will be a lot more painful." Hiei warned, and Kurama kept to the silence beneath him, struggling for breath. He would obviously need to wait for the antidote to take effect. Still, though, he wouldn't fight Hiei. He resigned himself to the attacks that would most likely follow. As a result, he was surprised when he heard the sound of his zip being undone. His school shirt fell away from his chest as Hiei's fingers parted the fabric in the zips wake.
"Hiei?!" Kurama exclaimed, keeping his voice down. To have his mother walk in now would be bad at best. He had no idea what Hiei would do to a human; let alone what she would think of her son lying half naked beneath his closest friend.
"Fox." Hiei said again, voicing the smirk that was apparently on his features.
"Hiei. Don't do this…" Kurama said evenly, almost firmly. He couldn't deny that he'd wanted to have a sexual encounter with the demon he'd claimed as his own not long ago, but neither had yet made the move. He wasn't sure he wanted their first time to be like this. "Please." He added, but knew it would probably make little difference. He could only pray that the antidote kicked in soon.
"Quit complaining." Hiei sounded bored, and pulled Kurama's shirt from his arms. Kurama steeled himself. He loved Hiei, and wasn't about to hurt him, but he couldn't let this happen either. He freed his hands from Hiei's grip with a sudden twist and grabbed them tightly, lifting himself from the floor and pulling Hiei into a tight hug, his arms trapped at his side.
"Sorry Hiei." Kurama said quietly, clenching his arms tighter around the smaller form. A small gasp from Hiei told Kurama he was struggling for air, and his resolve faltered. Hiei took advantage of the slackened grip and wrenched a hand free, striking Kurama hard across the face. Kurama hit the floor a few feet away, the dim light of the streetlight outside the window spinning around his vision. He silently cursed himself. He shouldn't have let his
guard down. He was just forcing himself to his feet when a sharp pain in his side sent him sprawling to the floor on his front. He groaned as he felt his side ache, spots of white lingering over his vision. Hiei had a hard kick, apparently. He tasted blood in his mouth, but had no time to dwell on it. He cried out as his hands were yanked harshly behind him. He felt the tight pressure of a binding around his arms and knew Hiei had used his school shirt against him. He cursed under his breath. He'd let his guard down, again. He strained against the binds, but winced in pain. His arms were pulled so tightly that even the slightly movement sent white-hot pain screaming down his shoulders. "Hiei…" He whispered, his eyes shut tight in an attempt to block out the pain. Somehow the knowledge that it was Hiei hurt him even more. "Please…"
"Sorry Fox. I don't do mercy." Hiei sounded as though he was enjoying himself, and the rustle of fabric told Kurama that he'd discarded his cloak. He felt a sharp pull on his arms and had to bit his lips to stop himself crying out as he was yanked to his feet. He was still shuddering under the pain when he felt his trousers fall to the floor.
"Hiei!" Kurama whispered urgently, but another yank at his arms made Kurama silence as he fought the urge to scream. Kurama winced as Hiei's foot slipped under his own, knocking them from beneath him and spending him to the floor. It wasn't the floor he hit, though. The soft, suffocating fabric of his sheets told him it was his bed, but his knees had hit the floor hard, jarring his shoulders into pain once more. "Please, Hiei…" Kurama almost begged, knowing what was heading his way. "You have to stop." Hiei didn't reply, but Kurama felt one of Hiei's hands on his arms to stop him moving while the other pulled down his boxers. Now fully exposed, Kurama clenched his eyes tightly shut. He was basically helpless. If he tried using his legs to attempt anything now, it would put weight on his shoulders. He knew if he made the wrong move, they'd snap like twigs.
Hearing the rustle of fabric, Kurama braced himself for what was about to happen. He felt Hiei's hands running over his back and down his thighs gently, and couldn't help shivering at the light touch. Despite himself, he could feel his lust getting the better of his rational thought. Four sharp trails of pain soon bought him back to his senses as they dragged across his back. He gasped as he felt nails digging into his skin. In the faint light of the window, Kurama could just see Hiei's form kneeling behind him until a sharp pain in his shoulders made him relax back into the covers. It didn't bode well for him that the more tense he got, the more his shoulders ached.
"You have such beautiful skin, Kurama." Hiei said, running a single nail down Kurama's spine. He shivered in response, and Hiei grinned. "You're so sexy laid out before like this…" The slight hiss in Hiei's voice made Kurama shiver again. Deciding he had to take a stand, Kurama used the bounce of his bed and tried to right himself. Hiei's hand was quick to shove his arms further up his back, however, causing Kurama to fall back onto the bed and bury his face in the thick sheets to muffle his scream. Gasping, Kurama turned his face out of the covers, tears smarting his eyes.
"Please Hiei. I," He stopped, the lump in his throat forcing him to take a breath before he could continue. "I beg you not to do this."
"No mercy, not even to beautiful foxes." Hiei smirked, and Kurama felt Hiei's finger pull at his behind. He buried his face in his sheet, knowing that without lubrication and without preparation, this would be excruciating.
Hiei thrust into him without reserve, and Kurama's vision burst into white light as he forced his scream into the depths of the bed. Kurama could feel the tears pouring from his eyes and wetting the covers around him. Excruciating didn't even begin to describe this pain. Agonizing, unbearable, none came even close. Kurama cried out again as Hiei thrust repeatedly, groaning as he did so. "Uh… Fox… So… Tight." Hiei managed between thrusts, but Kurama hardly heard him. Each thrust shoved Kurama further up the bed, and his
shoulders were burning with each one. He could feel his body straining against the intrusion, but the blood was already slicking the movements. He was vaguely aware that Hiei was quickening his pace, but he was past caring. The pain in his shoulders was beginning to restrict his breathing. It came in short gasps, and his cheek ached where he'd been hit. Blood was spilling over his lips as he tried to bite them to lessen his screaming, but somehow it didn't seem to help. From beneath his hair, he felt his rose drop to the bed cover. Nails dug into his hips as Hiei thrust harder, deeper, and then released himself inside. Kurama's body relaxed against the bed as Hiei withdrew. "Good Fox. Now sleep at your master's feet for tonight. I'll make sure to give you another treat in the morning." Kurama couldn't even dread the morning as he was thrown from the bed, his arms released. He fell to the floor, his whole body shaking. Leaning over him, Kurama watched as Hiei lit a single fire with black fire, lifting it to Kurama's neck. Kurama couldn't have moved even if he'd tried. The fire burnt a deeper pain into him as a black tattoo of a dragon appeared under Hiei's flaming finger. He'd been marked, but not as a mate. It was the mark of a slave. Hiei leapt back onto the bed and shut his eyes, asleep in moments under the covers. Kurama lay awake, and after what seemed like hours, he hauled himself shakily to his feet. His stomach heaved and he barely had time to run to his adjoining bathroom. He threw up into the toilet, spilling it over the floor in his rush. His vision blurred in and out of focus. He knew he couldn't tell Hiei what had happened. Stumbling back out into his room, he picked up his boxers and put them on, leaning against the wall for support. He opened his wardrobe, grabbing one of his fighting gi from its hanger and donning it slowly. Once dressed, he looked over to the bed for his rose, but it had thrown to the floor as Hiei had pulled back to the cover. It lay on the floor boards, petals strewn around the broken stem. Kurama gave a bitter smile at the irony. He'd been broken in more than one way. He opened the door, leaving silently. He paused outside his mother's room and gave a silent prayer to her wellbeing. He wished he could go in and talk to her, but that wouldn't do. He had to go, now. Still treading shaking footsteps to the door, he let himself out into the cool breeze, dropping his keys on the mat just inside the door before pulling it shut behind him. He had no intention of returning. Not now. With a silent farewell, he leapt off towards the woodland. He'd stay on Earth, as they'd be expecting him to return to Makai. As he landed, his knee buckled and he had to run a few steps to keep on his feet before he leapt off again. He wouldn't stop running until it was daylight.
