Hiya, all! Here we go. After my interlude, I present . . . Chapter 3! Which
is actually Chapter 2, but . . . Oh well.
General disclaimers. It's not mine!
Warnings: Non-explicit sexual stuff, a bit of violence, and my own twisted plot. And Karasu. So, have fun. It's rated R for a reason. You were warned.
~ midnyte-fox
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Hours later, Youko shivered with cold and fear. He opened his eyes and looked about him, barely recognizing his own den. It was the same . . .
But he was not. Nor would he ever be.
He was standing against the wall, where light, yet strong energy bonds held him fast. There was no fire, and it was cold. The wind that came in through the entrance chilled his naked skin.
"Ah . . . You awaken, my pet." Violet eyes regarded him dispassionately as the demon paced closer. He wore only his pants and boots. He had not bothered to dress fully, nor to put his mask back on.
Youko shuddered. The voice was cold and cruel. There was nothing in it now to obscure reason and play with his senses. He closed his eyes, squeezing them shut for a moment before looking at the one who spoke.
Karasu.
Memory returned of what had transpired the last few hours, since he had met the demon. He felt sick. Karasu had touched him. He had let him. He had begged him. He'd given the demon what he'd wanted. Yet, he still didn't know why the demon was here.
One pale hand slid up Youko's chest and around the back of his neck. Karasu slid his fingers into the moonlight-colored hair. "So lovely . . . I find you, beautiful, my fox."
Youko shuddered, trying to jerk away. The bonds restricted the movement.
"Now, now . . ." Karasu smiled slightly. The fingers tightened in his hair, causing the kitsune to wince and bite back a cry of pain. "Be a good pet."
Karasu crushed his lips to Youko's. Youko snarled, biting at Karasu's bottom lip. The salty taste of blood invaded his mouth. Karasu drew back, anger in his eyes. He lifted one hand, dashing it against the kitsune's cheek. Youko tasted his own blood, mixing with that of Karasu's.
Violet eyes narrowed. "I will teach you to behave."
Youko glared sullenly at his captor. "You are a fool to believe that."
Karasu snarled. He raised his hand again, but then thought better of it. Instead, a slow smile slid across his features. One finger twirled a strand of golden hair.
Youko glared at him. "What do you want, anyhow? You didn't come here for," he paused, taking a breath, "for me."
One eyebrow arched. "Oh? And what makes you so sure of that?"
Youko looked at him angrily. He ignored the query. "What do you want?"
Karasu laughed. "You."
Youko's eyes widened in shock. "But, you can't . . . There must be something else."
Karasu tilted his head to the side, regarding the kitsune. "Iie. Just you. Well, anyone, really, but you happened to be the closest demon with enough strength to last."
"Enough strength . . .?"
Karasu nodded slightly. "Your ki, your life energy is so strong . . . You have what it takes to be my pet. My last one . . . Wasn't able to take the strain. Nor was he as lovely as you." His gaze raked over Youko's exposed body. "I am well pleased."
Youko shuddered. "So this is merely for your own pleasure?" His voice was pitched higher than normal, disgust and anger making it harsh.
Karasu smiled. "And yours, should you behave." He stepped closer to the kitsune, hands sliding around his waist. Youko struggled, then felt his thoughts cloud. Violet eyes peered at him, dark, seductive, and mesmerizing. Why was he struggling? The demon hadn't hurt him. Well, not really. Was it so bad to give in?
Youko shook his head, trying to clear it. Karasu's ki was so coercive. He couldn't think straight any more. The sensual enchantment obscured his thoughts again.
One sharp nail trailed down his chest. Youko glanced down, watching as it scored the skin, stopping just at his navel. It didn't produce any blood, but he could see the red scratch. He gasped as Karasu bent down, tongue tracing the line he had marked. Heat shot through him.
"K- K- Karasu . . ."
The demon looked up at him, golden hair falling around his shoulders. "Yes, my pet?"
"I . . ." Youko tried to form a thought. He failed. Karasu stood, pulling the kitsune close. Youko felt the energy bonds loose him. Karasu's arms held him fast, and Youko flushed. The feeling of Karasu'd skin against his own was heady.
Karasu's mouth claimed his, lips soft and warm. Youko shivered, then relaxed against the demon. Part of his mind thought to fight it, but it seemed like too much effort.
Then Karasu's mouth slanted over his, and the kiss became deeper, possessive. He parted his lips and plundered his mouth, tongue dancing erotically with his own. Youko moaned and pressed shamelessly against him, not caring that his desire was evident.
Karasu slid one hand into the kitsune's hair, tugging his head back and exposing his throat. He let his mouth leave hot, burning kisses down the side of Youko's neck. The kitsune shuddered. He felt so vulnerable, exposed to the other demon's every whim. He shook, wanting to control himself, but unable to.
Then Karasu's mouth was at his ear, enticing, whispering. "I can feel how much you want me, my fox. I can feel how you try desperately to hold on to your control." He laughed softly. "You know that I can shatter that resolve, don't you? You know that all I have to do is touch you, and you'll snap; break into little, wanting pieces." He smiled, sliding his hands down to pull the kitsune's hips against his own.
Youko cried out, desperate. He couldn't take the sensations anymore. Karasu smiled wickedly, sliding a hand between them and encircling the kitsune's hard flesh. His fingers tightened, nearly to the point of pain, and he began to stroke his length.
Youko's breathing grew harsher, more ragged as he felt the desire surge through him at Karasu's touch. Karasu pushed him back, bracing him against the wall, as he continued. Youko gasped, clutching at the other demon.
Karasu's other hand came up, pulling the kitsune's head back until he stood, strung, tight as a bowstring. He bent his head, teeth biting at the kitsune's tender skin, while he continued to stroke him.
Youko was lost; beyond pleasure and into need, desperation. Incoherent sounds issued from his throat. Karasu was unrelenting, unchanging, torturing. Youko moaned, needing to reach his climax, but unable to. He begged, but Karasu kept the same maddening pace. He didn't know how long he stayed there, lost in a maelstrom of pleasure and need.
Finally, after Youko thought he couldn't take any more, Karasu's grip tightened further, and he sped his touch up, just slightly. Youko looked into glinting violet eyes, his mind suddenly clear. He realized exactly what was happening, but couldn't control himself. Wasn't sure if he wanted to anymore. Hatred filled his golden eyes as he shook the last coercive threads free of his mind. No matter that the enchantment was gone. His body betrayed him. And then Karasu's mouth was at his ear again. His voice was seductive, commanding.
"Shatter, fox."
He did, and hated himself for it.
General disclaimers. It's not mine!
Warnings: Non-explicit sexual stuff, a bit of violence, and my own twisted plot. And Karasu. So, have fun. It's rated R for a reason. You were warned.
~ midnyte-fox
* * * * *
Hours later, Youko shivered with cold and fear. He opened his eyes and looked about him, barely recognizing his own den. It was the same . . .
But he was not. Nor would he ever be.
He was standing against the wall, where light, yet strong energy bonds held him fast. There was no fire, and it was cold. The wind that came in through the entrance chilled his naked skin.
"Ah . . . You awaken, my pet." Violet eyes regarded him dispassionately as the demon paced closer. He wore only his pants and boots. He had not bothered to dress fully, nor to put his mask back on.
Youko shuddered. The voice was cold and cruel. There was nothing in it now to obscure reason and play with his senses. He closed his eyes, squeezing them shut for a moment before looking at the one who spoke.
Karasu.
Memory returned of what had transpired the last few hours, since he had met the demon. He felt sick. Karasu had touched him. He had let him. He had begged him. He'd given the demon what he'd wanted. Yet, he still didn't know why the demon was here.
One pale hand slid up Youko's chest and around the back of his neck. Karasu slid his fingers into the moonlight-colored hair. "So lovely . . . I find you, beautiful, my fox."
Youko shuddered, trying to jerk away. The bonds restricted the movement.
"Now, now . . ." Karasu smiled slightly. The fingers tightened in his hair, causing the kitsune to wince and bite back a cry of pain. "Be a good pet."
Karasu crushed his lips to Youko's. Youko snarled, biting at Karasu's bottom lip. The salty taste of blood invaded his mouth. Karasu drew back, anger in his eyes. He lifted one hand, dashing it against the kitsune's cheek. Youko tasted his own blood, mixing with that of Karasu's.
Violet eyes narrowed. "I will teach you to behave."
Youko glared sullenly at his captor. "You are a fool to believe that."
Karasu snarled. He raised his hand again, but then thought better of it. Instead, a slow smile slid across his features. One finger twirled a strand of golden hair.
Youko glared at him. "What do you want, anyhow? You didn't come here for," he paused, taking a breath, "for me."
One eyebrow arched. "Oh? And what makes you so sure of that?"
Youko looked at him angrily. He ignored the query. "What do you want?"
Karasu laughed. "You."
Youko's eyes widened in shock. "But, you can't . . . There must be something else."
Karasu tilted his head to the side, regarding the kitsune. "Iie. Just you. Well, anyone, really, but you happened to be the closest demon with enough strength to last."
"Enough strength . . .?"
Karasu nodded slightly. "Your ki, your life energy is so strong . . . You have what it takes to be my pet. My last one . . . Wasn't able to take the strain. Nor was he as lovely as you." His gaze raked over Youko's exposed body. "I am well pleased."
Youko shuddered. "So this is merely for your own pleasure?" His voice was pitched higher than normal, disgust and anger making it harsh.
Karasu smiled. "And yours, should you behave." He stepped closer to the kitsune, hands sliding around his waist. Youko struggled, then felt his thoughts cloud. Violet eyes peered at him, dark, seductive, and mesmerizing. Why was he struggling? The demon hadn't hurt him. Well, not really. Was it so bad to give in?
Youko shook his head, trying to clear it. Karasu's ki was so coercive. He couldn't think straight any more. The sensual enchantment obscured his thoughts again.
One sharp nail trailed down his chest. Youko glanced down, watching as it scored the skin, stopping just at his navel. It didn't produce any blood, but he could see the red scratch. He gasped as Karasu bent down, tongue tracing the line he had marked. Heat shot through him.
"K- K- Karasu . . ."
The demon looked up at him, golden hair falling around his shoulders. "Yes, my pet?"
"I . . ." Youko tried to form a thought. He failed. Karasu stood, pulling the kitsune close. Youko felt the energy bonds loose him. Karasu's arms held him fast, and Youko flushed. The feeling of Karasu'd skin against his own was heady.
Karasu's mouth claimed his, lips soft and warm. Youko shivered, then relaxed against the demon. Part of his mind thought to fight it, but it seemed like too much effort.
Then Karasu's mouth slanted over his, and the kiss became deeper, possessive. He parted his lips and plundered his mouth, tongue dancing erotically with his own. Youko moaned and pressed shamelessly against him, not caring that his desire was evident.
Karasu slid one hand into the kitsune's hair, tugging his head back and exposing his throat. He let his mouth leave hot, burning kisses down the side of Youko's neck. The kitsune shuddered. He felt so vulnerable, exposed to the other demon's every whim. He shook, wanting to control himself, but unable to.
Then Karasu's mouth was at his ear, enticing, whispering. "I can feel how much you want me, my fox. I can feel how you try desperately to hold on to your control." He laughed softly. "You know that I can shatter that resolve, don't you? You know that all I have to do is touch you, and you'll snap; break into little, wanting pieces." He smiled, sliding his hands down to pull the kitsune's hips against his own.
Youko cried out, desperate. He couldn't take the sensations anymore. Karasu smiled wickedly, sliding a hand between them and encircling the kitsune's hard flesh. His fingers tightened, nearly to the point of pain, and he began to stroke his length.
Youko's breathing grew harsher, more ragged as he felt the desire surge through him at Karasu's touch. Karasu pushed him back, bracing him against the wall, as he continued. Youko gasped, clutching at the other demon.
Karasu's other hand came up, pulling the kitsune's head back until he stood, strung, tight as a bowstring. He bent his head, teeth biting at the kitsune's tender skin, while he continued to stroke him.
Youko was lost; beyond pleasure and into need, desperation. Incoherent sounds issued from his throat. Karasu was unrelenting, unchanging, torturing. Youko moaned, needing to reach his climax, but unable to. He begged, but Karasu kept the same maddening pace. He didn't know how long he stayed there, lost in a maelstrom of pleasure and need.
Finally, after Youko thought he couldn't take any more, Karasu's grip tightened further, and he sped his touch up, just slightly. Youko looked into glinting violet eyes, his mind suddenly clear. He realized exactly what was happening, but couldn't control himself. Wasn't sure if he wanted to anymore. Hatred filled his golden eyes as he shook the last coercive threads free of his mind. No matter that the enchantment was gone. His body betrayed him. And then Karasu's mouth was at his ear again. His voice was seductive, commanding.
"Shatter, fox."
He did, and hated himself for it.