Youko's Pet

Sum: Youko's birthday rolls around and he gets a special present, but the fair creature is stubborn and refuses to be his slave. Can the red head be broken? Y/K Y/K yaoi

Pairings Youko/Kurama Yomi/Kuronue

Warnings Yaoi, slavery, language, Drama, Heart break, hurt/comfort, Some humor, sexual situations, lime, fluff, possible lemon.

Rated M

Fic 16

Disclaimer I don't own yyh or the characters related to it. I'm just having my fun with them.

AN: Hey guys to help the new chapter out i'm going back and revising the other chapters. When i first wrote them i left some things out that i now think could improve the quality of the story. So, sorry for the delay on the new chapter but this HAS to be done. the new chapter is currently going at the pace of a snail because of lack of information or misinformation in the story line so like i said i'm revising hope you like ^^

X Chapter 1: Present X

"Yomi, wait up!" Kuronue yelled after his companion. Yomi strolled down the market street looking at the many bazaars as he passed them. He was looking for a gift for their boss, who was very picky about what he wanted. Kuronue saw the younger male was not going to slow down, so he sped up. Finally catching up to the younger thief, he grabbed his shoulder, "Yomi!"

"What?" was the goat's reply to the chimers. He turned to face the angry bat expecting him to complain about something.

"What do you mean 'What'? We've been walking for hours without a break for lunch and I'm starving!" Bingo.

"Just a few more then we'll eat, ok?" he wanted to find someone unique enough that the silver youko would like them. They had bought an exotic white tigress demon last year, but she was sent back to the slave traders not a week later. Before her they bought a beautiful water imp who was also turned away and so on, and so on. The fox just didn't seem to be interested in any one demon.

Yomi blocked out Kuro's rant as he continued to survey the surroundings. At that moment a slave wagon passed them and Yomi managed to see the new selection. Most were dull and average looking humans. Then he saw it: bright red hair! It was rare to find a human with hair that bright, this had to be unique. Yomi took off after the wagon at break-neck speeds, leaving a stunned Kuronue in his wake. Realizing the younger had taken off, Kuro quickly followed suit.

Yomi followed the wagon for a few more miles before it finally stopped in front of a wealthy looking bazaar. The slaves filled out of the wagon one by one until the last slave came out. As he walked with the others, Yomi caught a good look of the red head. He wasn't handsome like he was hoping, he was gorgeous! Bright green eyes, crimson hair, thick lashes, a button nose, plump lips and a nicely filled out face.

Yomi watched as the owner walked down the row of slaves and stopped in front of the redhead. "He's back again?" The merchant questioned to the slave driver. "Yes. He managed to bloody up the young master's face and broke his wrist." Yomi raised his eyebrows at that. So the little human had some spark to him. Perfect. Youko loved breaking in his own slaves, part of the reason he didn't like the slaves they gave him before.

The owner walked up to the human and lifted his chin. "This is your last chance. I won't have a slave that continuously costs money. You come back again, and I'll have you put to death." he threatened. He walked away after his inspection and left the slave driver to take care of the slaves. The slave driver walked up to the redhead and tilted his head up. "Don't worry I won't let him kill you. Next time I see you, you'll be mine!" he said huskily before crashing his lips with the smaller one's. The boy remained unresponsive to the demon's ministrations through the kiss. The slave driver pulled away, agitated that the young slave did not respond. Yomi, after witnessing the unwanted affection, was even more determined to buy the slave. He began to walk to the bazaar when he felt a hand grab onto his shoulder. Turning around to see who had grabbed him, he saw Kuronue panting and gasping. "What happened to you?" Kuro punched him square in the jaw.

"Chasing you is what 'happened' to me, you dumb ass!" he yelled to his lover, clearly pissed.

"Yeah, whatever." he said slightly rubbing his jaw to stop the sting. This only served to anger the kumori further. "Hey, Kuro, check it out, I think I found one Youko will like." Yomi motioned to the redhead standing in the line. As soon as Kuronue caught sight of the beautiful specimen, his previous anger was quickly forgotten. Yomi laughed at Kuronue's reaction to the mere sight of the boy. "Ya think he'll like him?"

"If he doesn't then I'll take him!" he said rather ecstatic at the thought of having that adorable foxling in his bed. Realizing what he said he looked away and coughed into his hand. Yomi laughed at the kumori's slip up, but deep down inside he knew he was a little jealous too. He DID hate it when Kuronue looked at other people.

Yomi walked towards the slave driver, looking as if he were merely browsing for produce. "Hello sir, how may I help you?" The merchant said pleased that he had a new customer to cheat. "Yes I'm looking for someone who, shall we say, is more unique that others."

"Oh, yes, of course! I think that we have exactly what you may be looking for." the merchant said as he lead Yomi away to the slave stables. There was quite a selection of very unique slaves. There was a beautiful female albino naga who was decorated with all sorts of binding gems placed on gold and silver jewelry. There was another young naga, only this one was a beautiful male. He was decorated as a dancer and was adorned with all sorts of expensive jewels, necklaces, and bracelets. His hair was put up in such a way that it looked half-assed and yet seemed like it had been planned. His scales glistened, which indicated he was in excellent health. His entire lean yet slightly built form radiated with his beauty.

But as attractive as many of the slaves were, it was the red haired human that he stopped to inspect. The slave merchant looked a little uneasy when Yomi stopped in front of the red head's cell. Yomi asked if he could get a better look of the boy. The merchant reluctantly complied and opened the cell for Yomi to enter. Yomi walked up to the now standing human and acted as though he were debating to buy the him. But for safety's sake he did look for any sign of poor health. Wouldn't do much good to buy an ill slave.

He checked the boy's ears, eyes, tongue, teeth, nails, skin, throat, felt his heart, checked his pulse and breathing, and made sure he could, eh-um, function. (hint, hint, wink) To his surprise the only thing he found wrong was an already fading bruise on both his arms. The bruises , however faint, resembled hands. He had guessed that his previous master may have caused them.

He smirked when he saw the redhead looking at him with a burning hatred. This one definitely had spirit, but he couldn't help but feel that there was something off about the boy. Something he was hiding. Deciding to figure it out later, he turned back to the merchant. "How much do you want for this one?" he asked, a sly smirk was planted on his face.

"Sir please, surely there is another here that would be better suited to your tastes than that awful child?" he said a bit nervous about selling him the fiery redhead. Just at that moment Kuronue decided to join the horned demon.

"No, I'm only interested in this one. Now how much do you want for him?" Yomi's words were final, the merchant realized he wouldn't be able to persuade the man. Finally giving in he weighed how much he could charge for the boy. Then it hit him! If he made the price high enough maybe they wouldn't be able to pay and want a cheaper slave. "Well this one, as you can see, is quite a gem. A human like him only comes around only so often. So I would say around 100,500 worth of gold." he said rather confident. Few people would ever be able to afford a ridiculously high price like that. And by the way the two bandits were dressed they didn't look like they had much money.

"Done." The merchant was taken back by the approval.

"Yomi!" Kuronue yelled at him, smacking him upside the head. "Owe, what?" he bit back.

"That's nearly all the money we have combined!" he said rather angrily "Trust me, he'll be worth it." he tried to reassure the bat and to calm his anger. He knew that the price was outrageously high and that the merchant was trying to dissuade them. But he was confident that this one would be worth their money.

Kuronue pulled out his money pouch, "You better be right, and I expect you to pay me back every cent." he said as he handed Yomi his money pouch. "Thanks Kuro." he sounded genuinely grateful for the kumori's help. Even though they spent nearly all of their money on the boy they still had enough to check into an Inn. There were only two beds but that wouldn't be any problem. Kuronue and Yomi were used to sleeping in the same bed, what with being lovers and all. So the redhead got a bed all to himself.

The next morning they set off bright and early. Yomi tried to strike up some small talk with the boy, but the child would not speak to him. So after a failed attempt at conversation Yomi just decided to shut up and not make a fool of himself. Kuronue teased him the rest of the ride about how his horns scared the boy speechless. Yomi continuously yelled at the bat to shut up about his horns. The whole ride Kurama kept thinking to himself. Oi, these two are more immature than children. Can't believe I have to be their slave! I wonder if I can escape. These two don't look very strong and they keep distracting each other with insults. If I could just- His thoughts trailed off as he tried to move. But the way Yomi had him situated in front of him it was impossible to move with out being notice. "Hey, don't be gettin' any ideas about escaping. No matter how far you run we'll find you. If we have to we'll tie up your hands and make you walk the rest of the way!" He threatened, but it did nothing to intimidate the human. They rode at a gallop the rest of the way to make better time and didn't stop until late into the night. They stopped at what looked like an old forest. Yomi led his horse into the woods but at a slower pace than before.

The Forest seemed to only get darker and more ominous as they traveled deeper. Soon the forest started to thin until it opened to a clearing that surrounded the base of a cliff. The cliff held an entrance to what looked like a cave. Yomi and Kuro dismounted their horses. After unpacking their valuables Yomi came up and helped Kurama off his horse. After all their belongings were gathered ,they entered the cave where they walked until they reached the back. Once there Kurama couldn't help but think they were going to camp out because there certainly was no where else to go in the cave. But what happened next proved him wrong.

Yomi walked up to the wall and placed his hand on the cave wall. Releasing his youki. Then to his surprise the wall began to raise up to reveal a doorway. Yomi nudged the kid to enter and he did so having little to no choice in the matter. Once all three were in, the hidden doorway slid back in place. Yomi moved in front of the boy and motioned for him to follow. The two demons led him to what looked like a type of hallway where they dumped their stuff. Well, the two demons had stuff to dump while he did not.

Kurama looked around in awe. This place didn't look like the inside of a cave, instead it looked like the inside of a mansion. A rather vast mansion at that. Then he was drawn out of his reverie as Yomi commanded him to follow. After walking through many corridors and a couple of flights of stairs they stopped in front of a large set of twin doors. "You're to follow in behind us and don't try anything funny." Yomi commanded. With out waiting for a response he opened the double doors and walked in next to Kuronue. The two demons had positioned themselves so they were blocking him from view.

X view change X

Youko was just finishing grooming his tail when the doors to his room suddenly gave a loud groan as it was opened. In walked his two favorite demons standing side by side. They looked like they had just accomplished a heist on their own. Youko put down his brush and looked at them expectantly. "Well what are you two up to now?" he said sounding rather bored.

"Well we just came back from getting your present, and we both agreed that this one might be better suited to your tastes." Yomi looked rather smug as he spoke. Youko thought about what he said and then it hit him. "You got me another slave? How many times do I have to tell you I don't wa-" Youko stopped mid sentence as the two bandits stepped aside to reveal the young redhead. Youko was stunned speechless by the boy's beauty. Though he may be human, obvious by his scent, his looks rivaled that of the infamous fox himself.

"Figured you'd like him." Yomi said triumphantly. Youko got up and walked over to the human. He walked around him and discovered that it wasn't just the boy's face that was beautiful, but his body too, which unfortunately was covered in muck and grime. The kid was the complete opposite of the youko but he was just as much the image of perfection as the silver being himself. Youko stopped in front of the boy yet again and tilted his head up. What he saw completely stunned him. Liquid pools of emerald that blazed with a fire from within. Youko could see the spirit within those fierce eyes and knew this one would be a challenge.

"You're right I do like this one, thank you." he said turning to them. They got the hint that Youko wanted to be left alone with the kid. They both left, closing the door behind them, and walked down the corridor to their room. Kuronue noticed that Yomi was awful quiet. "Yomi," he said getting his koibito's attention," you alright?"

"M'fine," he sounded very unconvincing, " I just can't believe he thanked us. He's never thanked us before."

"Don't worry about it. Besides I've learned that when he thanks someone he is genuinely grateful to them." he said trying to reassure him. "Now come on it's late." he walked off in the direction of their room. But before he could get too far ahead, Yomi gave his ass a firm squeeze. Kuro jumped at the action but continued on his way. This time as he walked he put a bit more swing in his hips. That night the two of them didn't get much rest since they were a little too preoccupied with other 'activities' (hint hint wink).

X back with Youko X

Youko was trying to decide how best to tame the boy's fiery spirit. Then a thought come to him; if the boy had this much fight to him he was probably stubborn too. He thought it'd be best to figure out how stubborn he was. The only way he would be able to do that is to treat him like a slave boy and see what he would do. Looking back over to the boy he noticed the rags that acted as a sad excuse for clothes. Then an idea come to him on how to start his test.

Youko walked over to the large closet and began to look for something that might fit him. unfortunately, the only one that seemed small enough was a rather short, pink, silk kimono. It was a simple garment that also looked quite elegant.

"Come." was his simple command as he walked to the door. The redhead complied and followed his new 'master'. They walked down the corridor before Youko turned a corner. He waited to see if the kid would follow him or try to escape. To his surprise the boy chose to follow him. So with it settled that he wouldn't escape he kept going down the hall. It was then that Youko realized he didn't know the boy's name. "So, you got a name or am I gonna have to give you one?" he teased, hoping to draw a reaction from him.

It worked. The boy whipped his head forward and snapped, "My name is Kurama!"

Youko smirked at the little outburst. Seems he also had a quick temper with a short fuse. "Well, Kurama, I hope you understand that with your rank as being my slave you have to act like my slave."

Kurama just glared at the man. "You are to do what I say when I say it, you're to do what I tell you no questions asked, and I'm to know where you are at all times. Understand." The way he spoke left no room for argument. Kurama just glared at his back. "Do. You. Understand."

"I understand but that doesn't mean I'll comply." Youko smirked as he opened a door. 'Damn, he's a fool! Does he really think he'll be the one to break me in? Well I'll just have to show him that no one can break me. Even if I die, at least I'll die with my head held up high instead of dying a slaves death!' Youko lead the boy into the room which turned out to be a small spring. Youko walked in, closing the door, and began to undress. Kurama turned away to give the fox more privacy. he heard the displacement of water as Youko got into the spring. Kurama turned around and glared at the fox once again. Youko waited patiently for the redhead to move, seeing that he would not he began to realize just how stubborn he really was.

"Well what are you waiting for? Undress." he commanded. He watched in silent victory as Kurama slowly began to undress. He was a little disappointed when Kurama didn't take off his undergarments. "Completely."

"You'll have to kill me if you wish to see me naked!" he bit out angrily.

"Just get in." he was starting to get a little fed up with the attitude and he hadn't know the boy more than 15 minutes. Kurama slowly sank into the water, weary of Youko's ever present gaze. Youko watched as Kurama situated himself in the indoor hot spring, and was a bit upset that he was still so tense. The natural minerals in the spring never failed to ease even the most strained and tense bodies. Not to mention the relaxing scents that permeated the air, complimentary of our dear Youko. But what upset him the most wasn't that he wasn't relaxing, but that he wasn't even moving to wash the dirt and grime that clung to his pale olive skin.

"Wash." Kurama looked up from his staring match with his reflection to direct his gaze to the demon before him. "Listen Boy, you can be stubborn all you want but I'm not going to allow you to walk around covered in filth. If your going to be my slave you have to be at least presentable and in your current state you are anything but. Now wash." Youko's voice was ice cold and commanding. Kurama had never heard anyone talk with such force behind their words. But he did not falter, he stayed true to his vow. He sat there and defied him refusing to do what he was told. "Fine if you want to play at it that way." Youko said as he moved over to Kurama's side. "Then I guess I'll just have to wash you myself."

Kurama panicked at the closeness between their bodies and quickly tried to put some distance between them. His attempts were foiled when Youko grabbed him by the waist, successfully keeping the redhead in place. Kurama grew more desperate when he felt Youko's member rub against his thigh, but what frightened him more was that the fox was HARD. This alone made him want to dress in the most complicated of outfits and find a place to hide where the man would not be able to reach him. His panic intensified when he felt Youko nibble on his ear while his hand caressed his chest. He knew that if he didn't do something the demon would take advantage of his smaller form and violate him. He had no choice, besides if he was lucky Youko would probably assume it was born from adrenaline. So with his mind made up Kurama grabbed the wandering hand from his chest and held it in a vice grip that nearly crushed it.

"If you EVER touch me again, your pretty boy face won't be so pretty!" Kurama spoke with as much malice and venom in his voice as he could muster, which, as it turns out, was enough to even match Youko when he spoke to someone he was about to kill. Youko was so taken back by the sudden ferocity his hold on Kurama had faltered just enough so that the boy could escape from his arms. By the time Youko realized he was no longer holding Kurama (which was only like four seconds) the younger male was already clear across the spring. (A/N: the spring is about 10 ft just to give you an idea how far away he is.) Youko took note that Kurama looked a little shaken and that he was more tense than before, if that was even possible. It made Youko feel a twinge of guilt build up in the pit of his stomach. He mentally kicked himself for trying to move in on someone so fast. He had to give the boy some time to adjust to his new home and he had just shattered any hopes of getting the kid to trust him any time soon.

"Alright I get it, I won't touch you. But I still expect you to clean yourself." Might as well try to make amends while he could. Kurama turned to Youko and glared at the fox, mistrust clear in his vibrant green eyes.

"You gonna watch me bathe you perv?" He said sourly as he sank further into the water to try and hide his mostly naked form. It was because of the possibility of such actions Kurama refused to take off his fundoshi. Within the time it would take for Youko to get the garment off Kurama would have enough time to find a way to stop him.

Youko stared at him in disbelief. 'You mean to tell me he's actually SHY? No way I would have guessed it from his little outburst a few seconds ago.' Youko sighed in defeat. 'After what I tried to pull there's no chance of him doing anything with me around.' With that thought he got up and out of the spring. Kurama noticed what he was doing a little too late and got a glimpse of the fox's 'pride'. Youko kept his back to the boy as he dressed, not wanting to make Kurama feel more invaded than he already did. Once he was dressed he left the room to let Kurama enjoy his bath and maybe he would relax if he was alone.

Kurama was relieved when Youko left leaving him to bathe in peace. He honestly didn't know if this was merely to clean himself or a leisure bath. Deciding not to take any chances he washed himself and got out, not taking the time to let the mineral water relax his tense and sore muscles. He dried himself off and dressed in the 'girly-excuse-of-a-kimono' as Kurama had labeled it. In truth to him it looked like a woman's silk spa robe. A rather short spa robe. None the less it would be better and more comfortable than the clothes he arrived in. If you could even call them clothes. As soon as he finished adjusting the kimono to cover him as best it could, he left the room. He was a little surprised to see Youko leaning against the wall opposite of the door.

Youko heard Kurama open the door and was surprised by the boy's scent. With out the dirt ,grime, smell of sweat, animals and all the other smells from the slave market that clung to him when he first arrived, he smelled rather nice. His scent reminded Youko of damp earth and a lush forest after a rainfall. And of roses, lilies, and lotus blossoms. His scent was that of a Forest Child, same as Youko. A Forest Child, as they were called, were beings who were at peace with the spirits of the land that surrounded them. They were able to live in balance with nature and understand what had long been forgotten to the inhabitants of the three worlds. They were able to understand and live with the balance between man and nature, something most of the world had lost in the through of technology. It was rare to find a Forest Child of human descent that was not riddled with scars. Usually a human child gifted with the ability to commune with nature was treated with disdain and hate. Other humans tended to treat these children as inhuman monsters, and even go so far as to accuse them of using dark magic or sorcery.

Youko realized that that was why he had jumped the kid so fast. Kurama was just like him! They shared a bond that Youko must have unconsciously sensed, driving him to take the boy. Legend has it that certain Forest Children had the gift of life embedded in there body, whatever that meant. One thing he did understand about the legend was that when a Forest Child was near kin that kin would be driven by their instinct when they sensed the aura of life emanating from the Child's body.

Drawing his attention away from his mental recount of the myth, he began down the hall. Kurama followed close behind him. Best to let the demon think that he was of average intelligence and not able to remember his way around. Truth was that he remembered every turn and hall they went through and he recognized the hall they were walking through right now. He remembered walking this way when he first arrived and that it lead to the dining area. The demons that were already in place at the table watched as their boss and his breathtaking new pet entered into the room. Kurama could feel their gazes were on him and it made him fell uneasy to have so many people paying attention to him. He followed Youko as he headed for the head of the table and grabbed a tray. He waited as Youko began filling a plate and set it on the tray. He then handed the tray to Kurama who waited as Youko filled another plate and set it on a second tray. Once the task was done Youko left the room with the redhead in tow and headed back for Youko's room. Once there Youko sat not too far from the bed and began to eat. Kurama taking it he was to do the same but instead of eating he just stared at his food. Past experience with one of his masters, told him to wait to be told he could eat else he would be beaten for arrogance. Youko finished with his meal and looked over to Kurama only to see that he hadn't even touched his food or picked up his chopsticks.

It was then an idea came to him. He picked up Kurama's rice bowl and chopsticks. He took a small amount of rice from the bowl and put the chopsticks in front of him. Kurama looked at the rice and then at Youko expecting an explanation to why he was trying feed him like an incapable child. "I'll be feeding you like this from now on and if you don't eat while I feed you, you don't eat at all." Youko said a sly smile forming on his lips as he spoke.

"Do you honestly think I'll just roll over for you and eat out of your hands like some obedient mongrel? Well you better forget about it I'll starve to death before I become anyone's dog!" Every word he spoke held more bitterness to them than the last. His eyes filled with hate and resentment to the demon before him. Youko just looked at him with an amused gleam in his eyes. "Well, I guess your not hungry, then." He said as he gathered the food and placed the two trays on a nearby table. He turned to Kurama and saw that he was still seething in rage. Deciding he had had enough fun for now he changed into his night clothes, which resembled a pair of silk grey boxers.

"Get in bed." he said as he put away his clothes. Kurama glared at him, his eyes seeming to say 'make me'. Youko was getting tired and felt a fatigue headache coming on. He really didn't want to play at this if he didn't have to. He walked over to the redhead and picked him up. Kurama did whatever he could to struggle free. Youko quickly dumped him on the bed with as little grace as he could. "You son of a-" Kurama didn't get to finish his insult when Youko suddenly pounced on him, holding him firmly in place. Kurama didn't like the position he was in and tried to break free, but Youko was far stronger than he was. Youko moved Kurama's hands over his head so that he could grip them in one of his own. Youko ran a hand through his hair and pulled out a seed. He put the seed on the table next to the bed and fed his energy to it. Within seconds it became a small white and pink bud. Youko took another seed and grew it over his face. The plant looked like it was a mask. Youko put more of his energy into the bud and it blossomed. When the petals opened the plant released a sweet smelling pollen.

Kurama continued to struggle and the more he struggle the more pollen he inhaled. Soon Kurama began to feel strange. The more he tried to focus the more the room seemed to spin. He tried to think but his mind grew hazy, his eyes began to feel very heavy. His body began to feel heavy and he found it hard to move his arms and legs. Soon his body was completely limp and he couldn't fight the urge to sleep any more. Reluctantly, he let his eyes close and fell into an unwilling sleep. Youko reverted the plants back into seeds and laid beside Kurama pulling the comforter up to shield their bodies from the nightly chill.

Youko took a few deep breaths inhaling the plant's sedative pollen. He soon joined the human in a deep sleep, knowing there would be consequences to face in the morning.

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foxling: Wow this turned out a lot better than I thought it would. And yes I am a fan of uncommon pairings. It's because there are so few fics that star pairings like this that I write them. And yes for future reference I am a fan of crossover stories and if this one sets it's self up just right this one may turn out as a crossover, but with what I don't know.

Youko: ZZZZZZZZZ

foxling: Get your lazy ass up! The readers are here for you and Red!

Youko: (groans and holds Kurama closer) Mine...ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

foxling: Dumbass...Anyway please leave a review as I am an insecure person and will probably take it that you guys don't like it if you don't. And if I feel my story is not liked I may Just do the stupid thing and delete it when in fact the lurkers like it and may get mad at me if I remove it. I freely welcome constructive criticism and if you flame me I shall laugh at your attempts and use them to burn things.

Thank you