THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE PREVIOUS DRABBLE. THEY ARE ONLY POSTED TOGETHER BECAUSE THEY WERE INSPIRED AND WRITTEN TOGETHER!

Hope you like it just as much, though. I am grateful for the comments I've read so far!

Oh. This was too much. Too much pleasure. His eyes rolled back. His lips curled into a grin. Yes. This was true release.

It had been years since they'd been human together. He and Yusuke. And then they'd become what they were meant to be. What they'd always been meant to be. And it had been glorious. Until Yusuke had indulged his selfish desires a bit too far. Now was the time for payback. And Kurama loved payback. With a fiery passion.

He squeezed the youngster's throat a little tighter, grinning madly as the boy's eyes rolled back into his head. Oh, no, little Yusuke. You will not die from this. Youko Kurama had never been the type to forgive. But then, this was a little too hot-headed for his tastes. He loosened his grip, but slammed the boy's head into the ground, knocking stars into Yusuke's vision. The fox rose, all malice and beauty as his tail swished behind him.

"Yusuke, Yusuke…" he started, deciding to play with his victim as he removed himself from above the youngster's torso. He began circling his prey as ideas pranced about his head. "Did you think me a fool?" He kicked the coughing youkai, who yelped and clutched at his at-least-bruised ribs. "Me? Youko Kurama?" Beautiful ocotillo vines grew up from the ground, only to dry and harden after wrapping around Yusuke's arms and ankles. The boy screamed as blood flowed freely from his wrists. The fox paid no heed.

"I have been quite generous, thus far, Yusuke. I have followed your lead. I have worked with you to rule your lands more efficiently. I have even-"

"You did nothing that wasn't for your own benefit!" Yusuke cried, finding his senses at last and interrupting the monologuing fox, who was far from pleased. He did not like interruptions. Squatting before the bound Mazoku's face, he grabbed Yusuke's chin, forcing eye-contact.

"You, Urameshi Yusuke, are a traitor." he accused, seeing no point in paying the boy's words any mind. The ones present were the parties involved, and so it did not good to deny or confirm the former accusation. The boy spit in his face, the insolent little brat! But no matter. He would understand soon. What it was to be hated by Youko Kurama, the nefarious thief of Makai.

"Fuck you!" the boy yelled. "You would have taken my province! It would have upset the balance of power! I'm all that stands between you and Yomi's lands!"

Things got very still after that, and Kurama slowly pulled the boy's head back by his hair, only to run a talon down the boy's cheek and jaw.

"Yes, you are all that stands in my way." And then he leaned down to the boy's ear, seductively, whispering as though to a lover. "And do you know what that means?" The young youkai was brave, he would give Yusuke that, but that did not stop him from trembling as Kurama rose to his full height, a wicked grin spreading across his features. This would be quite satisfying, indeed.

Two months later, Hokushin was finally released to go see his former master, Yusuke. He ran at full speed to his former-king and present-friend's side, where he discovered that Yusuke had been tortured crudely and cruelly for what must have been longer than two months. The Mazoku's hair was uneven, as if it had been ripped out some months ago and had grown back somewhat. His blood pooled on the floor on top of the cakes of it that already layered the metal. The boy's eyes were both blackened, and rivulets of red leaked from his eyes, nose, mouth, and sweat glands. His left arm hung oddly where it hung limply from his shoulder, as if it had been dislocated. He sat on his knees, barely covered, and bled from scratches on his thighs, both from nails and from the rose thorns that encircled his legs. He was hurt, and badly, but was still alive.

Hokushin was horrified.

As soon as they were out of there, he got Yusuke cleaned up, if only moderately, as not everything could be healed at once. Then he led his former-leader out to the balcony, where his new provincial leader had ordered him upon pain of worse death than Yusuke's to bring the boy. Slowly, as the Mazoku lifted his head, he saw what Kurama had done and was about to do.

All of his people - all of them - were either lined up as troops, or hung crucified on castle grounds. It disgusted Yusuke, but there was little he could do from where he stood. Not in the state he was in. It infuriated him. And, as they began to march, they headed in the direction of Yomi's province, which Yusuke had worked for fifty years to gain as an ally.

"No," he moaned, leaning out of Hokushin's supporting grasp only to land his weight on the banister for his knees to buckle beneath him. Then, an arm caught him around the waist, dragging him up a ridiculously perfect body.

"You see, Yusuke, what it is to be hated by me. I will destroy all that you've worked for. All that you've held dear. And, my friend, I will kill you. Slowly. Lovingly. Painfully. I will even go so far as to devote a monument to you: The Fool Who Played The Fox." He gently, lovingly, kissed the boy's cheek. "Who will rule Makai now, bitch?" And he laughed at Yusuke's anguish. "I will tell you a secret, now, my new pet." he ignored Yusuke's moan of pain and suffering as he carted the boy back to the throne room. "Do you know what hatred is?" The boy made no attempt to answer, but was still, looking hurt and unsure as Kurama plopped him down on the floor. It hurt, but not enough to jar him. Pity.

"Hatred is a form of passion so intense that simple physical contact is not enough to sate the wantonness." he began, watching his victim. In truth, he had never thought of Yusuke as anything more than a friend, but if he could leave confusion and pain in the boy's heart, as well, then it would finally be enough. Maybe. He continued, "It I blind to all advice and circumstance. It overwhelms the senses, bringing a euphoric wave of pleasure when the goal is reached and marks are left." Gently, he leaned forward and tilted Yusuke's face in his direction. "Surely, such a strong emotion as to leave physical and mental scars can fall nothing short of a passion equated to love, don't you think?" Indeed, he added to himself, what is hatred if not the darker twin of love?