My disclaimers are a leash to this work...
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Part 4"Care to take on a deal?"
How could I refuse?
Yusuke beat me to it. Eyes flashing menacingly, he asked, "What is it, Karasu?"
Karasu, the raven-haired demon broke off a laugh. A mocking laugh, and he sauntered closer.
"Dear, dear detectives," he hissed, glancing at each one of us thoroughly, "Do anything for Kurama, wouldn't you? Mmm, yes… I can see exactly why… That fucking gorgeous—"
"Get on with it, asshole!" Snapped Yusuke, balling his fists and tensing his body. He was as furious as I, now. Karasu lifted an eyebrow, looking at our leader cockily, "Would you want to hear the deal or not?"
I glared at Yusuke. If he dare make Karasu leave without telling the deal, I am going to slice his head off. Yusuke seemed to be forcing himself to keep quiet. I had a thought of what he wanted to shout out, though. I glanced around the room, quickly, fingers never loosening its hold on my katana.
Genkai was looking stern, unmoving, on a half kneeling position, alert and ready. Kuwabara lay next to Yukina, looking disheveled but in rage. Yukina looked terrified, clutching on the sleeve of Kuwabara's shirt. Yusuke was the only one standing, proud and strong, in front of this enemy.
"Go to Hiei," Said Karasu, emotionless. Yusuke's eyes ruffled, and turned to me. I did not change my expression of hatred. Karasu laughed, spotting Yusuke giving me a questioning glance.
"No, dear boy, Mount Hiei… The Ningen mountain. You will find our current dwelling there… Oh, yes, and my partner would not like many visitors, as it makes him feel uncomfortable. Bring more than two comrades, and Kurama will die."
Karasu bowed, not taking his eyes off us, then jumped back, throwing something to the ground. There was a loud explosion heard and a green smoke spurred out, engulfing us quickly. Karasu was out of sight.
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"How is our little pet, Kaekete?" Purred a shadow, dressed in shining, leather black, walking towards them from the light.
The blonde and attractive teen looked up from a brown chair, green eyes glowing unnaturally, and grinned.
"You've taken long, Karasu. Have you told them? Is it all clear?"
"Like crystal, boy. Now where is our captive?"
"In chains… Bound to the floor…" said the pale blonde casually.
A small moan managed to escape Karasu's lips. Eyes softened in a sudden, lustful miasma. His blonde compadre eyed him cheesily, "Getting hard just hearing that, aren't you?"
Karasu squinted, "Have you done anything to him?"
"What would you do if I have?"
The purple-eyed demon grabbed an empty chair next to him and slammed it to the ground, spitting at the blonde, "You are just –impossible—."
The blonde smirked, as the older youkai, Karasu, disappeared into one of the tunnels in darkness. Chuckling, the teen continued brandishing his large silver blade. "I know…" He mumbled, knowing full well that Karasu wouldn't hear him.
Karasu's cock jumped to life once he saw a glimpse of that redhead. Kurama was, true to Kaekete's word, bound helplessly on the ground, wearing nothing more then his white buttoned shirt and his denim jeans. Hm, yes… easy to rip off. Kurama's green, vivid eyes glared at Karasu in threatening bile, hair spread out like a halo of fire around his beautiful, lady-like face.
The cave was dark and moist and silent. Karasu knew just how private and deserted it was, and he smirked. Taking a step towards Kurama, he resisted the growing urge of just pouncing on the redhead right then and there. Who knew how far he could go, with Kurama under him, writhing, hands tied, making Karasu impossible to push away?
"Kurama…"
"…Why, Karasu?"
That soft whisper sent shivers down Karasu's spine. It was too easy to imagine Kurama whimpering, sighing his name, telling him to stop, to cease pounding his pulsing cock inside his tightness so violently. And Karasu would thrust in even harder, thrust in quicker and vigorously until he was practically fucking the boy out of his senses.
Karasu licked his lips, squatting down to stroke Kurama's beautiful, long, crimson hair. But his captive pulled away, head to the side. Karasu sighed, eyeing him hungrily, like a predator eyeing it's prey. "Why indeed?" He said, smoothly, "Why did YOU, youko, get hurt in that measly Ningen accident?"
Karasu laughed a derisive laugh, not allowing Kurama to reply. "Because of me. I blasted you with chi the moment that truck hit the side of your car. It was I who hurt you, Kurama…"
Like a moth to the flame, Karasu's pale, thin fingers drew forth and inched inside Kurama's unbuttoned shirt. He felt something strange, a jump in his stomach once his fingertips brushed against Kurama's smooth torso, and with a growl, he swooped on, straddling himself atop Kurama.
Kurama's eyes widened, and he struggled, pulling at his chains which bound him spread-eagled on the floor. Karasu bit his lip, trying his best to forbid himself saying on what gyrating on the floor was doing to him.
But, unable to endure that delectable friction that Kurama unknowingly created, Karasu moaned loudly. He bucked roughly at Kurama, his erection bulging painfully in his leather pants, enjoying the electricity that sprinted all over his body. Karasu tore his captive's shirt off with his claw-like hands and ravished the flawless bare chest that lay there.
Karasu could not get enough. Every little inch of his body ached for the touch, scenes flashed by him in a string of random events. He pictured taking Kurama's virginity, against the wall, on a chair, leaning on a table, on the floor, pummeling inside of him so mercilessly. The distant pleas that Kurama whimpered were like music to his ears, accompanied by the ringing of the shackles and chains that bound his prize.
The small sounds echoed throughout the cave. Kurama's near-silence gasps and Karasu's grunts and moans accompanied by their shadows, moving erotically against each other on the dark-grey walls of the cave.
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The room was reeking with the foul after dose of that smoke. Hazy visions were in front of me, I could hear them clearly.
"Hiei will accompany him, that is final, Kuwabara."
Kuwabara clenched his fist together, glaring at Genkai, "But—"
With a voice of much stern and finality, she asked, "Do you hear me?"
I could see the rough sculpt of Kuwabara's body. He lowered his glare. I heard him mumble a yes under his breath and I felt the glory of triumph. But it was too soon to celebrate. Yusuke had gone to deal with his evening chores, a check on his mom and a change of clothes, much to my impatient fury, and had left me to wait before we could journey into the night, to mount Hiei, where Kurama was being baited.
I still remember what I last said to him. His pained expression. I still remember the anguish in his voice, the quiver, and the reluctant stutter to speak. I wonder how he felt about me now. And I wondered, if it's the last image that will be set in his mind if he dies—
No. Of course he won't… Would he?
I hate insecurity.
Of course he would be alright, he is a youko, for God's sake he cannot perish that easily!
With that strong thought I moved over to the edge of the room, where large rocks protruded on the floor and a big gap was on the wall.
Something entered my mind. I clench my fist. The Ningen accident Kurama had, how do I explain that? It was impossible for him to have forgotten he was a youko. No… Something must be going on…
Then, it clicked.
Of course. Karasu.
What does Karasu intend, anyway? What does he want from Kurama? I felt a stab of jealously as I thought…
The thought of anyone touching my kitsune made me go in another raging frenzy. I growled, and pushed a statue down to the ground. It tumbled heavily, crumbling into pieces at the force I used.
It is lucky no one was in here at this moment. I might have directed it on them. Yukina had gone of to the next room to phone those police Ningens.
I had not noticed Genkai and Kuwabara had left the room, the room that was half filled with debris at the earlier attack. No, I was thinking, deep in thought.
I have to get Kurama back. I cannot live without him.
Then I thought about it. Karasu had an accomplice. I knew he would not share Kurama at any cost, so why does he have a partner? Karasu could have done it himself. No… There was something deeper. He wants something else.
I felt a chi, and turned around sharply, sword suddenly in my hand. I look up to the serious face of Yusuke, and he said, morosely, "Don't be too tense. Ruins your fighting ability—"
"Stop lecturing me." I snarled, losing my temper.
His expression didn't change. But it had those determined look in their eyes. It uplifted me, somehow, knowing that this companion of mine was just as desperate to get Kurama back as I was. We stood in silence for a moment, before I ordered, lowly,
"Let's go."
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Kurama sighed, face pressing against the floor. The cave was cold without his clothes, and it felt even colder when those silky, ice-like hands continued to caress him everywhere. His chest, his thighs, his ass and back. He felt Karasu's frosty body close to his, still feeding on a bit of contact, but now mild and subtle after his rough assault, a while earlier.
Kurama had not cried, much to Karasu's disappointment. He had not whimpered and pleaded, as what he had wanted to do. The pain did drive him mad, and the embarrassment and shame was to its extreme, but he was strong.
All Kurama had done, as Karasu had fulfilled his desire, was to bite his lip and shut his eyes. Forget this was happening. Forget it was this demon, for get this demon had purple eyes.
Think it was red. Think he was a fire-demon.
That thought made him survive. Hiei had made him strong, though the last words he had ever heard him say had left a stain in his heart. "Don't pull Mukuro into this."
He knew he was being too jealous, too overprotective, but Hiei said it with much intimacy it made him recoil. Stabbed him.
So he loved Mukuro.
He would never love me.
He felt Karasu's tongue tracing his thigh, sensually, slowly, and he shivered. A throaty chuckle was heard, and Karasu sat up, embracing his prize, pinning him to the ground, blood flowing back down to his manhood at it was pressed upon right above Kurama's arse.
"I want another round, youko." The voice was taunting in his ears.
Maybe it would be best to surrender to Karasu. I don't think I want to come back to him. He won't care. He loves Mukuro.
Those words the fire-demon said, taunted worse then the feeling of another body atop his.
Taunted.
Taunted.
Taunted...
