Disclaimer: Oh blah. Kuro knows I own him...sigh. Okay, I own random people here and there.
The King strolled down to the dungeons, almost whistling. He watched as the guards tortured the prisoner mercilessly, then waved them out of the room. They left Kuronue on the ground and left the room, slamming the windowless door shut. The King Sat next to the fallen prisoner, smiling as he reached out and ran a hand over the now deep whip marks on his back. He licked his palm delicately.
"Lovely. Are you ready to talk yet, prisoner?" Kuronue remained silent. The King sighed, then got on top of Kuronue and straddled him. Kuronue, still on his stomach, jerked slightly. The King leaned down and ran his tongue over the marks slowly, savoring the metallic taste of his captive's blood. Kuronue's eyes widened, and he began to struggle. The King smiled and sat up.
"I have found your weakness, haven't I?" A small noise came from the demon beneath him. The King laughed.
"Of course, something like this would be anyone's weakness, right? Come now, tell me what you are thinking." The prisoner made no reply. The King grabbed his thick hair and pulled his head back until his neck muscles were straining. Kuronue let the cries out; there was no reason to hold them back.
"Don't scream, demon, talk!" He dropped Kuronue's head and got off of him, turning him over. Straddling him again, the King languidly lay over his captive. He brought his face close to the one trying to pull away.
"Tell me, demon, is me licking your blood your greatest weakness? Or if I went further? I would never dirty myself ravaging you, even though your body is quite pleasing. But it wouldn't hurt to come close, ne?" Kuronue's eyes widened as the King got closer.
"N-no...get away...get off..." The King laughed gently.
"I am getting somewhere, then." He grabbed Kuronue's face and pressed their lips together forcefully, almost bruising the Chimera's pale skin. Kuronue struggled wildly, all weakness forgotten. The King held down his arms easily, finally sliding his tongue into Kuronue's mouth. He explored the cinnamon caverns, purging them of innocence as the prisoner bucked and writhed, trying fruitlessly to get away from his tormentor. After all else failed, though he knew he would be severely punished for it, he bit down. His fangs were very sharp.
The King jerked away, anger flooding his features.
"You are going to pay for that, demon! GUARDS!" As the King got off of him, and strode out the door, Kuronue could not help but feel that he had won a minor victory.
A/N This is kind of a new style for me. Please tell me if you like it better or worse. I think I'll go back to my old style but thought I'd ask.
I decided no rape. Probably ever. But Kuro's winning, in a way. Don't worry! I assure you, Yokou's appearance is soon! Don't miss out!