Kurama hit the ground with a thud as the wind was knocked from him by the impact. He grunted, looking over his shoulder at the guard that had shoved him into the room unceremoniously. He glared, but there was little he could do with his arms bound behind his back.

"Yomi will be in to speak with you shortly, human," the guard stated gruffly.

Kurama got onto his knees and sat up, resting his back against the wall. Cold stone and a dark room, not Yomi's usual style, but after what the two of them had been through he should've known that normal wouldn't be expected. Yomi had said he'd forgiven him for the betrayal of long ago. He'd secured Kurama's help, albeit through a betrayal of his own.

The reasons for this cell and the bindings was beyond him at this point. All he could do now was wait for Yomi to come in and enlighten him.

Sniffing the air he struggled to his feet. The aroma was odd, foreign. He couldn't place it, but he understood the effects it was having on him. In the dark room it was impossible to tell if it stayed close to the ground or not. Since he'd been low when he caught whiff of it he hoped that standing would put him above the fog.

His legs trembled as he fought to keep himself standing. He already felt dizzy, and his muscles were tired. He couldn't muster up enough of his spiritual power to free himself, and there wasn't anything he could manipulate close enough for him to utilize it.

The strength left his legs and he slid down to his knees, breathing heavily as he struggled to keep his body off the floor. The aroma left as his vision began to blur, but he didn't need to see to know who had stepped into his cell.

"Yomi… why?"

"Call it… the winner's spoils," Yomi replied quietly. "You kept yourself out of the reach of many people, Kurama. Always knowing that there were those who lusted after you."

The blind demon stepped closer to him, "looking" down at the red head who was still struggling to stay upright. He loved the aura coming off his old leader. There was uncertainity, fear, and apprehension - things he'd never felt come from him before. But maybe they had always been there, he just hadn't had the capability to detect them.

"Your demon form is… educated, and very talented. I don't want to take my reward from the side of you that has already experienced such intimacy."

Kurama couldn't hide his fear as Yomi's hand slid under his chin, tilting his head up and helping to keep him upright. His human body was innocent, and while he knew and understood the things that demons and humans did behind closed doors, his human body wasn't accustomed to it. Accustomed wasn't even the right word, his human body might not be able to stand up to whatever Yomi had in store for him.

"Don't fear, Kurama, I won't break your frail human body," Yomi promised, lifting Kurama's trembling body in his arms. "I won't break it, but I shall learn what your human form can endure."

"Yomi… you… bastard," Kurama growled.

"Resign yourself, my friend. It'll be easier that way."

Kurama's body shivered as he tried to will his body to react. He lacked the strength or the spirit energy, he wasn't sure which, his mind was too foggy. He felt Yomi lay him down on something soft. His shirt was slowly removed and despite his groggy head and weakness he was acutely aware of the cool air on his skin.

His sense of touch was enhanced by the fog. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks as he felt Yomi's fingers at the waist of his pants.

"An… aphrodisiac?"

"Hm?" Yomi inquired and then smiled his unassuming smile. "Ah, you're referring to the mist from earlier. Yes, it has various elements to it. Between the two of us all elements will be enjoyed," he assured him, brushing his lips against the crux of Kurama's neck.

Kurama's body tensed, and he bit his lower lip to keep himself quiet. Yomi's fingers trailed over his skin, digging his nails in and leaving lines of red irritation along the lines of his skin. There was skill in the old demon's hands, skill that Kurama recognized, but one that his human body had no defense against.

Especially as ensorcelled as he was in the drug's effects. He pulled his arms, struggling to at least free himself from that which bound him. Not that being free would help him much, he lacked the strength to stop Yomi from doing as he pleased. The added feeling of being trapped by the ropes just made it worse.

"Relax Kurama, and accept your fate," Yomi purred using his mouth on the youth's chest as he let his hands wander lower. The warm tongue and soft lips licked and traced along the parts of his body that seemed the most sensitive. He'd never been intimate with Yomi, even back in the days before he became fused with his human body, so he couldn't understand how the male knew his weaknesses so well.

Kurama couldn't hold back the hiss of pleasure that escaped him as Yomi's fingers trailed along the ridge of what was making his pants tight. Yomi smiled softly, redoubling his efforts. He pressed his fingers against the fabric with more force, sliding errant fingers along the flesh that connected his legs to his torso. His teeth nipped at his flesh, bringing forth no pain at all, but sending pleasure through his body that made him quake.

"My dear Kurama, you will beg me before this night is over," Yomi murmured in his ear, biting at the bottom of his lobe and trailing his tongue down the human's neck.

"Never," Kurama insisted, his body twisting in forced pleasure. He tried to keep his voice steady, but he knew that the quaver of pleasure had made its way out. "Even as I am… I've more will than that Yomi."

"So you say, and normally I'd be inclined to not only agree with you, but believe you my friend," the elder demon replied, biting down on the tender flesh on his shoulder gently enough to avoid causing him pain. "But that mist will break your human resistance."

Sweat broke out on Kurama's face as Yomi's ministrations continued. His toes curled and his fingers clenched, he could only feel Yomi's fingers and lips, his mind could only register pleasure. He writhed and squirmed under the demon's care, moans of pleasure tearing from his mouth against his will. Even digging his nails into his palms couldn't hold back the tsunami of sensations pummeling him.

Minutes, hours, he lost track of time as his resistance was whittled slowly away. He could feel his body betraying him, even as he fought against the surging feeling.

"Yomi… stop…" Kurama growled. He twisted and struggled, trying to turn himself over, to protect his more vulnerable areas.

"Ah, ah, ah, Kurama," Yomi admonished. He held Kurama's shoulders into place, leaning down and devouring the red head's stiff flesh into his mouth.

Kurama screamed, nearly releasing himself into Yomi's mouth. The demon halted, and ground his knuckle into Kurama's thigh. Replacing the sharp pleasure with pain and keeping him from finishing. The human sank into the bedding, panting heavily and trembling from the lingering pleasure and throbbing pain.

"You need to beg before I will allow you release."

"Never…" He insisted, no longer having the energy to even tug at his bindings.

Yomi smiled. "This is only the first hour of our night together Kurama. Do you think you can survive the next seven my friend?"