Stealing You

Disclaimer: I don't own Shaman King and I never will.

Joh: This isn't a chapter sorry.

Jessie: It's a side story and the chapter will be posted in two or three days.

Joh: Probably two.

Jessie: Most likely.

Joh: Almost certainly.

Jessie: So Joh has decided that since you guys have all been very patient to put up this side story until she can get the chapter put up.

Joh: I figured you could all use a little HaoxYoh action.

Note: This side story takes place at the very beginning of the series. So this happened a little after Hao took Yoh once he won.

Warnings: Rape, lemon, twincest, yaoi, violence, darkness, angst, Yoh torture

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This couldn't be real.

It certainly didn't feel real. The soft silk of the black sheets under him felt strangely dream like along with the soft glow of the fire cast about the large tent.

Yoh was shaking despite the warmth the flames offered him.

He jumped when a pale hand rested against his shoulder, long fingers grasping him. "Relax, otouto." A smooth voice whispered, breaking the silence of the night.

Yoh didn't reply, his eyes were wide as he stared into the small, hot fire. He rubbed at the dry, crusty blood on his arms and wondered when he would wake up. As the arms of his enemy encircled him, drawing him close to the slender body of his brother he told himself that he would wake up now. He would wake up back home with his friends surrounding him. A nervous excitement for the final battle of the shaman fight would be hanging about the room.

Yes, Yoh would wake up any moment now and find himself staring up at the low ceiling of the room they were staying in and listen to the rhythmic sound of HoroHoro's snores.

The younger of the twins squeezed his eyes shut as a cool hand brushed down his bandaged chest, grazing his healing wound carefully.

Lips brushed at his neck sending unpleasant shivers down his spine. "Hao…" Yoh turned his head to move away from his brother but the arms wound about him tightened their hold, keeping him in place.

"You can't refuse me." Hao reminded him, a calm smile resting upon his full lips.

Yoh stared at him, struggling to control his fear. He knew what Hao wanted from him, although he didn't know why.

"Because you're beautiful." Hao told him, hissing into his ear so that his cool breath played across Yoh's sensitive skin. "And you are the only one who can come even close to being equal to me."

"I don't understand. Why…do you have to do this?"

"You are the only shaman worthy of me." Hao smiled against Yoh's skin as he pulled Yoh into his lap.

Yoh jerked in surprise and automatically made to wiggle free.

The new Shaman King frowned slightly at this as held the struggling boy to him. "Didn't we make a deal, Yoh love?"

Yoh froze at that. It was true. He had handed over his body to Hao in exchange for his friends' lives. He went limp in Hao's arms, allowing himself to be pulled more snugly against his body.

Hao stroked Yoh's bruised cheek in a thoughtful silence as he stared into the fire from over Yoh's shoulder.

"I'm having a home built for us." He told Yoh quietly, eyes shining in the dim lighting of the tent.

I only have one home. Yoh thought angrily as he stared directly ahead of him. And that will always remain with my friends.

Hao suddenly stood, knocking Yoh off his lap to the ground. "You're home is with me." He growled out softly, the smile gone from his lips.

Yoh looked up at him, scowling. "No." he bit out, eyes narrowing.

The small fire burning in the center of the tent suddenly sparked and crackled with anger, the red flames turning a dark blue.

Hao towered over Yoh, shadows flickering over his face. "Never," he swung his foot out to deliver a sharp kick to Yoh's side. "Say no to me." He finished with a second savage kick to Yoh's wounded form.

Yoh curled up, clutching his stomach as he coughed and gasped for air. A dark red started to spread across the fresh white bandages stretched across Yoh's chest and stomach.

Hao knelt down beside Yoh, watching with a bored expression as the wound he had given Yoh two days ago during the final fight reopened.

He reached out and grabbed a fistful of Yoh's choppy hair as he pulled his head up. "I've been going easy on you." He told Yoh in a dangerously soft voice. "I haven't taken you yet in respect to your wounds…. but I won't hold back if you continue to defy me like this."

Yoh shivered at the warning but looked up into Hao's burning eyes as defiantly as he could. He may have surrendered his body but he would not let Hao break his spirit.

Hao raised his eyebrows as he surveyed the fire burning in his twin's dark eyes. "I see," he said softly before backhanding Yoh sharply.

Yoh let out a muffled grunt of pain and surprise as his head was thrown back from the force of the hit. He gritted his teeth as he was slammed to the ground, pinned on his back. As his head cleared he realized that Hao had settled himself over him, straddling his waist and leering down at him.

The older Asakura smiled slightly as he ran a hand roughly down Yoh's chest, delighting in the wince it caused. "You may be strong to many, Yoh. But you will never be stronger than me." He leaned down so that his lips were just touching his. "I will always be more powerful than you."

You don't know that. Yoh thought stubbornly, closing his eyes as Hao trailed his lips down Yoh's face to his neck where he licked at the soft skin there lazily.

"But I do. I know everything." Hao sniggered softly before sucking harshly at Yoh's skin, strong hands keeping the boy's shoulders locked to the cold ground.

Yoh bit down on his bottom lip as he endured the pain of Hao's weight against his large wound. His fingers dug into the ground as Hao nipped at his throat, teeth stinging his skin. He felt a shock of fear, shame, and anger when Hao's hand wandered down his stomach to slip into his pants.

He twisted to break free as the cool hand stroked him slowly and teasingly.

"Hao….stop…" Yoh hissed, eyes narrowed to angry slits.

Hao leaned up to press his lips against Yoh's, forcing his tongue into Yoh's mouth. Yoh lay there, his body burning as Hao pressed closer against his body. Without thinking Yoh bit down on the warm tongue invading his mouth.

With a hiss Hao pulled back, a trickle of blood running down from the corner of his mouth. He wiped at the thin line of blood with the back of his hand, inspecting the red smear against his skin.

Yoh was watching him fearfully; he could feel the anger rolling of off Hao like steady waves of heat.

Then Hao smiled and Yoh knew that he had gone too far.

"You really don't care about your friends, huh?" Hao said, leaning closer to him so that his long hair fell down like a curtain around them.

"What do to you mean?"

Hao's smile widened. "You only care about yourself, Yoh, when it comes down to it." His smile darkened into a sick smirk. "You're becoming more and more like me every day."

Yoh shook his head. He could hear his heart pumping in his ears, his blood rushing through his body. "No, we're nothing alike. Nothing…"

"Shush, love, it's alright." Hao whispered in a mockingly soothing tone. He reached a finger up to his mouth and pressed it against his bleeding tongue. A small light flashed as the small wound closed up, leaving no trace of the puncture that had been there. "I accept who you really are."

Yoh shuddered as Hao yanked his pants down to his ankles along with his boxers. He stared up at the ceiling of the large tent, watching the flickering shadows dance across the stretch of white cloth. He could hear the faint howl of wind from outside singing along with the steady rush of water from the rushing river nearby.

He pretended that he couldn't feel Hao's hungry gaze sweeping down his exposed body.

How did it come to this? Yoh thought to himself as hands wandered down his body, grazing across his legs.

I didn't want any of this. Yoh gasped when a warm mouth closed around him, sucking gently. He arched his back as shame raced through his body, flushing his cheeks. "Don't do this…" he breathed.

Hao ignored Yoh's soft plea as he bobbed his head against Yoh's member, eyes never leaving Yoh's pained expression.

Yoh reached out to push Hao away but Hao anticipating that grabbed Yoh's wrist and held it in an iron grasp.

Hao suddenly pulled away and forcefully spread Yoh's legs.

"No…"

Hao smiled as he pulled off his gloves with his teeth, dark eyes gleaming.

"Hao don't…."

The older of the two swiftly undressed, making sure he kept Yoh pinned to the ground. Yoh tilted his head back as his eyes fluttered. What would Anna think if she saw him now, lying naked under Hao and at his mercy?

"Don't think about her." Hao murmured as he positioned himself between Yoh's legs, gripping them hard enough to leave bruises.

"Don't….don't tell me what to think." Yoh snarled, head snapping up to glare at his enemy.

"I can tell you to do whatever I want." Hao said simply before thrusting himself swiftly into Yoh.

Yoh threw his head back and clenched his teeth together, doing his best to hold back the scream ripping at his throat. His whole body burned at the sudden invasion. He clawed at the ground, blinking back hot tears of rage. We could have been brothers…

Hao pinned Yoh's hands above his head as he stared down into his face.

Yoh's whole body was shaking with the strain Hao had put upon it. The blood from his healing wound was flowing more freely now, staining the bandages a bright crimson.

His face was flushed and his lips quivered as he bit down on them, struggling to contain his pain.

"You're beautiful." Hao told him, kissing his cheek.

Yoh's eyes snapped open, staring at Hao with a mixture of sadness and hate. "I…I know what you've gone through, Hao. And…I wanted to help you…but now…" he broke off with a sharp cry as Hao tightened his grip around his wrists, nearly crushing them.

Hao smiled at him before picking up a fast pace, rocking his hips into Yoh's pale body. "Don't talk." He hissed as he buried himself into Yoh. He trailed his free hand down Yoh's chest, feeling every inch of skin with his hand.

Yoh was his. Yoh had always belonged to him, since the time they had been born. And now he had finally reclaimed him. Things were finally going right.

He buried his face in Yoh's neck, inhaling deeply as he kissed at the skin there.

Tears were finally forcing there way down Yoh's cheeks as he stared up into nothing. As Hao gave a particularly brutal thrust a broken whimper worked its way past his lips, surprising both of them.

Hao could feel warmth spreading through him, signaling to him to speed up. He quickened his pace as he released Yoh's wrists, knowing that Yoh was too weak now to put up any resistance. He grabbed Yoh's hips, lifting them slightly to get better a better angle.

Yoh turned his head to the side, his sight blurring as the tears fell faster. He reminded himself that he was doing this for the sake of his friends. All he had to do was endure this…eventually it would end…

A soft sob broke free from Yoh's tightly clenched lips, barely heard over Hao's moans of pleasure.

Things would work out somehow…his friends would get stronger and oppose Hao and save him…or maybe Hao would see how he was hurting Yoh and release him…

Things will work out.

Yoh wanted to close himself up. He didn't want to feel the hot trickle of blood running down his legs. He didn't want to hear Hao's soft groans as he violated him. He didn't want to open his eyes and see Hao staring down at him with that triumphant smirk settled across his lips.

It was almost over though…he could feel it. Haos' thrust had gotten faster and less controlled.

Hao was driving into him, pounding him relentless into the ground. "You're mine." He breathed, eyes narrowed with pleasure.

His nails bit into Yoh's skin as he groaned into Yoh's ear, releasing his seed into him. Pleasure flooded Hao's senses for a moment as the tension was released from his muscles. He pulled out slowly causing Yoh to wince.

He settled himself beside Yoh with his arms wrapped tightly around him. Hr let out a contented sigh as he stroked Yoh's tear stained cheek and kissed his shoulder. "You were wonderful." He whispered into Yoh's ear, his smile widening at the shudder his voice caused.

The two were silent for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts, Hao thinking about the future and Yoh thinking about the past.

Suddenly Hao spoke up as he pulled Yoh closer against him. "Tell me you love me."

Yoh said nothing for a moment, the words hardly registering. His dry lips parted as he struggled to answer but failed.

Hao frowned at the lack of response and tightened his hold. "Tell me." He repeated, a hard edge entering his smooth voice.

Yoh closed his eyes for a brief moment before opening them again and tilting his head to glance at Hao. "I don't."

Anger flashed across Hao's face. "What?"

"I don't…love you."

Hao sat up and grabbed Yoh's shoulders, giving him a shake. "You do!"

Yoh shook his head, feeling a bit of his strength returning. "No….no I don't! I think…I think I…h-hate you!"

Hao stared down at him, shock written across his face.

"I hate you! I hate you…" Yoh repeated, eyes widening at his words.

The longhaired shaman gazed at him with a cold expression as he climbed on top of him. "Is that so?" he leaned down and grazed his lips against Yoh's trembling chest. "I'll make you love me." He whispered as he prepared to take Yoh for the second time that night.

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Joh: So what did you think?

Jessie: Angsty? Dark?

Joh: I admit the lemon was a little weak considering that I haven't written any lemons in awhile.

Jessie: Forgive her.

Joh: Yes…tell me what you think! But be nice please.