It had started as a lovely day, the sun was bright and the air smelled crisp and fresh with the new season. Kiku had finished his training some time ago and had settled in this peaceful little village as a healer.
He was loved by all there, well known for his kindness and readiness to help anyone who was injured. He made no judgments and treated all wounded equally. There were some who disagreed with him treating criminals the same as good men and women but no one had the heart to argue with such a soft bright smile when he answered with a simple "All life is sacred."
The night fell as it usually did and Kiku was closing his windows for the night when the first scream was heard. He dropped what he was doing and ran toward it, only to be greeted by more screams and smoke. The village was on fire already.
One of the village women grabbed him, puling him along back toward his home. "Please you must hide. Go home little one do not come out." His chest felt tight as he pushed him on and he ran home.
He closed his door behind him and heart pounding looked around for someplace to hide. It was all too late however when he turned around to see a man in his home.
He radiated power, an evil that Kiku had never felt before, Chinese he was sure by the look of him. The glint in the mans eyes made his blood run cold and he took a step back. "W-what do you want?" He asked, trying not to show his fear.
As an army general, Yao Wang already had quite the amount of power and skill, feared among the ranks and the go to man for their great Emperor. What he had become, though, made him a thousand times more feared and more powerful. The demon general, the undying, the all fearing, just a few of the names Yao had claimed after becoming a member of the undead, a vampire.
He was a very loyal man, choosing to serve the Emperor he'd sworn allegiance to until the day he died. So whatever orders were given, Yao took great pleasure in carrying out, especially if he got a free meal or two from it.
It was a shame the day had been so lovely, Yao really did hate to turn the sky red on such days, but their Emperor had gotten wind of a village not yet yielding to him. If they were to control all of this new territory, every bit of rebellion, even of the peaceful kind, needed to be crushed.
At night, Yao and his troops stormed the village, burning houses and attacking the villages. They took a few hostages here and there, but the streets definitely ran red that night. The smell, the feel, it was almost intoxicating to Yao as he smirk and stood in the center of the carnage.
There was an interesting scent, though, one of a blinding purity the likes he'd never felt before. It practically begged to be corrupted, and Yao was the perfect person to do it. He followed the scent along, to that of a small home still somewhat intact. Grinning, he flash stepped to the door, slipping his way inside quietly.
There stood a boy, young but couldn't be younger than eighteen, full of purity. How curious, a boy of that age couldn't be so pure, though perhaps he was training to be a priest. "How cute, a little priest in training, are you? What an aura you have there, little one." he took a few steps forward, giving him a smile. "Tell me, have the priest taught you yet of my kind? Of the dangers that lurk outside your quaint, peaceful little village?"
When the man stepped forward Kiku stepped back, frowning at him now. A demon, that smile bleed ill intent and he pulled himself up to his full height. "Hai. I have been told of your kind. Dark creatures who kill with no remorse." There was an innocence to his eyes those deep brown pools. An innocence that belied his first life. A fresh soul that had never encountered the world before. Nor the evils within it.
God, such a soul, Yao could not help wanting to taint this soul, so new, so pure, so innocent. He moved forward, so quick it was hard to see him coming, standing at full height right in front of the younger man. "That's not all we do, little priest, we taint the souls of man, we steal the force of life through blood, and we claim souls." reaching out, his fingers gently touched the human's hair, chuckling a little. "Your soul is, without a doubt, the most perfect to claim, and I will not leave until I have staked my claim."
Kiku stumbled back when the man appeared suddenly so close, catching himself on the wall. The hand in his hair sent a shudder down his spine as he narrowed his eyes at the man. "Do not touch me." He snapped pushing Yao's hand away from his hair and backing away again, to the side so he was no longer trapped against the wall.
"My soul is not yours to claim." He added, bringing his hand up, the prayer beads wrapped loosely around his fists. He had magic in him, but he hadn't studied much defensive magic yet, his focus on healing, wanting to do good for his people. But even if he had practiced more he doubted it would have been enough.
This demon was powerful and Kiku knew he was outmatched but he wasn't giving in without a fight.
"Oh, prayer beads? How cute." Yao said, reaching out to run a finger over the beads, the magic on them only barely singing his flesh which quickly healed. He follow him, step for step, eyes dead set on him. "Little one, it will take you lifetimes to even try to match me." it was like he was chiding him like a small child who did not understand the rules.
Grinning, he flashed away only to appear behind the boy, sneaking a hand around his waist to his front. He was teasing him, taunting him, playing with him like a new toy that was just begging to be broken in. "I will claim it, and when I do, you will remember me for all of eternity until I come to take it away." he purred, nails dragging over his clothes.
"What is your name, little one?"
He let out a small sound when Yao appeared behind him, he pushed back against him tying to get away but the demon was much stronger than he was. "My name is my own." He told him stubbornly grabbing Yao's wrist and closing his eyes as if to shut out the sound of cloth tearing under his nails.
Yao laughed softly at the boy's response, the most innocent sound he'd made this whole time. "Ahh, so cute, aru, you can't keep that to yourself forever~" the moment was over as soon as it began, his nails tearing away the boy's clothes and leaving them on the floor. Leaning in, he nipped at his ear, fangs dragging over the thin flesh lightly.
Kiku struggled again now as his clothes tore away. His own short nails digging into the cold flesh of Yao's arm as he tried to wrench free. At the feeling of fangs against his skin he jerked his head, slamming with as much force as he could muster against Yao's face. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction of an easy meal.
Of course it wasn't going to be easy, but that wasn't a big deal, Yao actually enjoyed the thrill of a fight. He hissed at the feeling of nails to his flesh, a thrill of excitement running through him. New souls normally weren't this feisty, so it was a rare treat to see a boy like this. The smack to his face hit directly, making him lose his grip for just a moment.
Yao chuckled, backing up a few steps at looking over the boy, amused. "Oh, you want to play, little one? Well, I don't mind that, fight back as much as you like, it makes it much more fun for me."
Kiku spun around the moment Yao let him go and scowled at him. His chest heaving and his face flushed with anger. "I will not be your plaything!" He said fiercely raising his hand again and the beads wrapped around it glowing bright, almost blinding. The light filled the room for a few moments, a magic that would have seared Yao's skin had the boy more time for practice, a couple more lifetimes behind it.
However in the moment of it hanging there in the air Kiku bolted from the room. Moving through his house and stumbling into his room. His heart pounding as he looked for a weapon.
It was blinding for sure, making Yao hiss and cover his eyes, but it certainly didn't hurt him in any way. Once it faded, though, he didn't waste any time, following after the boy's scent hanging in the air. He slipped into the room, staying to the shadows almost as if he was the shadows himself.
"Boy, you certainly have potential, I can see why the priests would choose you," his voice echoed and bounced off the walls, "but you can't run forever, there aren't many places to go and the more you try to use those little powers, the more worn out you'll be."
Kiku spun around, trying to find where he was. He was scared yes, Fear hung heavy around him but his face remained set. He had determination, power in him untapped and unguided. He took a step back, unknowingly toward Yao. "I can run as long as I need to be away from you demon."
"I suppose you can run, but for how long? Especially when you don't know where your enemy is coming from." Yao watched as the boy back straight up towards him, reaching out from the shadows and grabbing his wrists, moving them around quickly so he could pin the boy to the wall. Smirking, he pressed his body up close to his, putting his arm above the boy's head and his hand weaved through his hair.
"Let me tell you something, little one: My name is Yao, and you, oh, you will be screaming my name every night lifetimes beyond this."
Kiku let out a cry as he was pressed hard against the wall. He turned his face away from Yao as he spoke. Yao, the demon had given him his name and he intended to haunt him past this life. "Then know this demon. I will be the end of you. As many lifetimes as it takes. I will end you." He turned to glower at Yao as he spoke, holding himself straight as he did.
Yao gave a soft chuckle, along with an amused hum, raising an eyebrow at the boy. "I look forward to your efforts, boy, please, take as many lifetimes as you need." Pressing a knee between the boy's legs, he used his free hand to run over his naked side, making a small tear in the flesh. He inhaled deeply, grinning, his fangs flashing in the pale light, the hunger in him rising up.
Kiku tugged against Yao's hold on his wrists, his efforts to keep his legs closed fruitless as Yao pressed a knee up against him. Gritting his teeth he closed his eyes against the sharp pain in his side from Yao opening his skin. He felt the warm blood drip from the wound and he focused on ignoring the pain. He wouldn't cry out.
Wiping his fingers through the small amount, bringing it up to his mouth, eye's widening at the taste. "More delicious than I could have ever expected." Smirking, he leaned in, pressing a kiss to the boy's neck before biting down onto it. His hand moved to trail over his body, feeling out the small chest, so smooth and unmarred by the outside world.
Kiku's eyes shot open as Yao bite into his neck. The feeling of pain through him and he couldn't help the faint whimper that slipped away from him like sand though his fingers. He relaxed then, resigned to his fate for now, just this moment it would be over soon he was sure.
Either he would be left broken in his home or Yao would kill him, either way he could endure it. Hot tears sipped down his cheeks as he closed his eyes again.
Yao took a good amount of blood before pulling away, lapping at his wound to close it for now. The faint whimper from the boy's lips was a beautiful sound, and he wanted to hear more. He dragged his nails over his pale chest, one finger flicking over his nipple. "Such a beautiful body you have, boy, has anyone ever touched you before?"
Kiku didn't answer right away squeezing his eyes tight before shaking his head. He bit his tongue when Yao flicked his nipple like he did. The satisfaction in Yao's voice made him feel ill and he pressed himself against the wall, trying to move away from his hand.
"Even better, I suppose I shall be your first." Yao hummed in amusement, still holding onto him, moving down a bit to wrap his lips around one of the nubs. To give him pain was amusing, but making him enjoy it was an even more enjoyable thought. The hand on the boy's chest moved, drifting downwards to run over those sweet thighs, making a few small cuts on the inside of one.
Kiku bit his lower lip to hold back his gasp as Yao wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud. The sting of Yao cutting his thigh had him biting his lip a little harder and turning his head to the side.
Yao lapped at the bud, gently sucking it and nipping at it until he was satisfied he'd done enough. Moving to the other side, he let his hand wander back up, fingers ghost over the boy's cock, the tips just barely touching his flesh. God, he could feel the boy's pulse, and those little noises he was trying so hard to hold back, he wanted to hear them more than ever.
Kiku's body felt hot, far too hot, it was uncomfortable and the stirring of his cock brought the flush of shame to his face. He fought those little sounds as hard as he could, tensing and squirming under Yao's mouth and hand.
Wrapping his hand around the boy's slowly stirring cock, he stroked it gently, rubbing his thumb against the tip. He pulled back, a bit, looking up at him and grinning, watching as the boy tensed and squirmed. There was no denying it, he liked the way Yao was treating him, just as he wanted. Leaning back in, he nipped at his sides, leaving little nicks and marks wherever he pleased.
Another whimper as Yao started to stroke him and he squirmed more, as if he wasn't sure if he wanted to move into his touch or away from it. He hated it, hated the way his body reacted to Yao touching it. Tears hot down his cheeks as he struggled a little again, a fruitless effort as a moan finally slipped away from him when Yao stroked him again.
Yao relished the moan that the boy finally let go, drinking it in while it lasted. Once he was hard, he moved down to lick the tip, hand wrapped around the base. "You really should let go and relax, little one, it's a lot more fun for you if you do." he purred out before taking the length into his mouth. The hand around the base moved, trailed back up to the blood at his side, slicking his fingers with it once more.
Kiku kept his eyes shut and when Yao took him into his mouth his knees buckled and Yao was the only thing holding him up at that point. He let out a whimpered moan and bit his tongue now. No, no he didn't want it to feel good, it was terrible eveything he was doing to his body was horrid.
Yao firmly held the boy up, moaning softly around him as he took him all the way into his mouth and down his throat. The hand covered in blood moved its way down, going underneath and tracing around the tight ring of muscle, not quite pushing in yet. He looked up at the boy, feeling himself become incredibly hard with the moans and whimpers coming from him. By the gods, he would have this boy.
He tensed when Yao brought his hand down, moving his hand against him like he was. Not there.. But he couldn't force the words out without letting go of his moans so he grit his teeth and clenched his fingers behind him.
Slowly, Yao pressed his finger inside of the boy, wiggling it around as he pushed it further inside. He moved it in and out at the same pace he moved his head, sucking his length and lapping at it. Feeling like the other was ready for another, he slid the next finger in beside the first, stretching him out more.
The moan caught in his throat as Kiku tipped his head back, the more Yao moved against him the more he was relying on Yao holding him up against the wall. The pleasure building, more than he had ever experienced before. He didn't know how to block it out, his teachers had never taught him that.
By the time he was used to the second finger Kiku was panting heavily, mouth open and his legs trembling. He was close, to something he didn't understand but god he wanted it to be over.
Yao could feel him getting close, and he didn't want to end just yet, not before he could claim the boy. Pulling his mouth off, he moved him to the floor, taking off his own clothes and using his sash to tie the boy's hands above his head. He pushed one leg up with his now free hand, continuing to stretch the boy a little more before pulling his fingers out. "Should be good enough now, just relax and it wont hurt too much."
Before Kiku had time to process what was happening he was laid out on his bed, his hands tied above his head. He struggled a little and grit his teeth again, catching his second wind on holding back his sounds.
At his words Kiku looked away from him, his face set though his breathing was uneven. "Just get it over with." He managed to say the words more even and sounding braver than he felt.
"Ah, suddenly feeling brave again I see, very well." Yao took what was left of the healing wound's blood, smearing it over his cock. Carefully, he pressed inside of the boy, groaning as he went past the tight ring, pushing himself about halfway in before waiting. He wanted the other to enjoy this, to hate himself for enjoying it, and to remember this for lifetimes to come. There was no rush when trying to do something perfectly, after all.
His eyes widened as Yao pressed into him and he shut them tightly again, gritting his teeth. He could not help his bodies reactions. He would repeat that as much as he needed, demons manipulated their victims and that what was happening. It wasn't his fault.
Even still he hated the moans that caught in his throat as Yao pressed against him and into him. His fingers curled again into fists as he avoided looking at his attacker, avoided letting go of the moans and sounds that built in his throat.
On the contrary, the most Yao did was just give him the attention, he couldn't make the boy feel good if he didn't feel good. Still, knowing that, it made the vampire a little more smug that he could make the young priest feel good like this.
He groaned, pressing all the way inside of the young boy, eyes closed tight as he just let the warm tightness squeeze him. After a moment, he started moving, setting a slow pace at first, pulling out most of the way then pushing back in. Eventually, he kicked up his speed, thrusting a bit harder, moaning lowly.
Kiku shivered, his body trembling as Yao moved against him. By the time he had picked up his pace Kiku was panting again, soft whimpered moans slipping away from him as he bit his lip. His pulse racing and he forced himself still but his hips jerked when Yao thrusting a particular way.
Yao felt the boy jerk, smirking a bit as he angled himself to thrust just that way for him. Leaning down, he bit into the other's neck again, unable to help himself it was just too enticing. This time he didn't stop of slow down, wanting to hear the boy come, to hear him moan and whimper more. "Scream my name, boy, scream it for everyone to hear, let them know how much you're loving this."
This time he cried out as Yao bit him, the pain from before was more pleasure now and he hated it, hated all of it. "N-No." He whimpered, his hips moving again as the pleasure built. "I will, not.. hn!"
Yao chuckled against his neck, pulling off after a moment and just focusing on his thrusts. "Heh, you might not now, but you know you will, every night for the rest of your lives, little one." he groaned, thrusting harder at the angle that made him move like he was.
Kiku cried out again before gritting his teeth. "No, I will never cry out your name." He managed to force out between soft moans that he hated, hated so much. "You will not, get that satisfaction from me!"
"We'll see... Come for me, boy, let go for me then." Yao was getting close himself, but he wanted the human to come before him, to finish off completely. His hand gripped his hip, nails digging in lightly as he pounded into him.
Kiku tried to hold out, tied to defy him but it was too much. With a whimpered moa he came, fresh tears picking the corners of his eyes as they fell down his face as pleasure ripped though him.
After the boy came, it only took a moment more for Yao to come right after him, moaning his pleasure loudly into the night. He slowly pulled out, getting up and putting his clothes on before kneeling down next to the still tied boy. "Remember my name, little one, we may meet again one day." reaching out, he tilted the young boy's head towards him, leaning in to steal a soft kiss from him before just leaving him there.
Kiku curled there, crying as he listened to the crackling of burning outside his home and the screams now that these were the only things he could hear.
He passed out sometime in the night, only to awaken the net morning to his teacher finding him. The old man was kind as he untied Kiku's hands and helped him up. He helped Kiku wash and dress, feeling numb Kiku told him what had happened that night, of the demons that had attacked the village and the one who had attacked him.
It was decided that since he had been soiled that night he would no longer be able to continue his lessons, he was offered protection however, taken in to live with them where his old tutor trained him in secret after Kiku had begged him after explaining his vow to destroy Yao.
He would spend the rest of his lives gathering his strength to take him down.
There were nights he woke in a cold sweat, crying out into his hand and muffling himself. It happened less and less with each life, but Yao still haunted him. That night burned into his soul as much as he didn't want it to be.