"Well rested, I hope?" Yomi inquired, stepping toward the panting form lying on the bed.

"After only a few minutes, hardly," he replied, trying to kept the sheer exhaustion out of his voice.

Yomi smiled knowingly. "Stalling for time will do you no good, my friend. The effects of that mist will not evaporate until the sun returns to the sky. We have the entire night together."

Kurama shifted himself, covering his naked form as well as he could with his hands still tied behind his back. He knew the only reason Yomi had kept him bound was for the mental damage it would cause. He could only keep his wits for so long. Between the waves of physical pleasure he knew were on the horizon and the mental battle he would break.

It was a matter of time. Either he would break, or Yomi's mist would wear off. The room was pitch black, and the trapped human was every bit as blind as the demon. More so, since none of his other senses were heightened to compensate for the loss.

He felt strong hands force him onto his stomach. He tried to struggle, tried to at least keep himself in the position he wanted to be in, but pain tore through him and his breath caught from a quick jab in his lower back. It stunned him, making him compliant long enough for Yomi to place his knees between Kurama's legs and tie more rope to the bindings around his arms.

Now, not only was he on his stomach, with his backside exposed to Yomi, but he was tied down to the bed and unable to turn himself back over.

"I couldn't fight against you as I was. Why this?"

"Controlling your fate completely… making you helpless toward what I will do to you… is satisfaction in and of itself," Yomi replied taking his tongue slowly up the back of Kurama's leg.

Kurama bit his lip, letting a small trickle of blood slip down his chin. He tried to send his mind away, tried to separate the core of his soul away to keep it safe, but Yomi was too talented. His tongue made the parts of Kurama's body that he had never believed were so sensitive, alight with fire.

He couldn't even hide the amount of pleasure that was wracking his body from Yomi. Grunts and moans escaped his mouth no matter how tightly he tried to keep it shut. The ropes that held him fast were strained, groaning under the tension of his human struggles.

He felt Yomi's tongue practically assault his body, avoiding all the areas that Kurama expected the demon to focus on. Yomi's tongue trailed along his calves, leaving lines of saliva across the crevice of the back of his knees. It traced along the lines of his shoulder blades, down the back of his arms.

The places he assailed and the amount of time he spent on them seemed random. Kurama felt his flesh stiffen, pressing against the mattress of the bedding he was on. He couldn't hold still, no matter how much he tried, causing the fabric to create friction against his sensitive skin.

The sickly sweet feeling of pleasure swirled in his stomach, making his skin even weaker to Yomi's attention. Clawed fingers added to the feeling of his tongue, leaving thin red lines along his pale flesh, raising them and leaving them heated - without drawing blood.

"I can hear your muscles tighten Kurama," Yomi murmured, just loud enough to be heard. "Your heart beats faster and the blood flows through you in a certain way. You can't quietly finish into the sheets, I'll stop you before then."

Kurama grunted and then cried in surprise and pain as Yomi's claws pierced his flesh, digging into the meaty part of his thigh. The searing pain fought with his pleasure-soaked mind. Warm blood trickled from the wounds down his legs, eerily similar to the feel of Yomi's wet tongue.

"I will keep you riding the edge of pleasure and pain for as long as I can, my friend," Yomi promised. "And when it takes but a touch to push you over the edge, I shall let you rest."

The demon kept his word, and pummeled Kurama's body with pleasure and pain mercilessly. Bright bruises and lines of blood painted the human's flesh, mixing and overlapping with the pleasurable feelings. Kurama's mind went blank, his body's desires overtaking everything else. He couldn't beg for Yomi to stop, he couldn't beg for him to continue, he couldn't even dream of demanding for his next breath.

All his body wanted was the sensations, the feelings. The pain, the pleasure, the attention. His most primal instincts wracked his body, taking away the desire for control and love. He was filled with lust and passion and his world was nothing but feelings and flesh.

Peel it from him, keep it on him. Warmth, coldness, tenderness and pain. He didn't care. He didn't care. He…

His green eyes flashed as he felt himself nearing climax. He wanted it, he truly did. He couldn't deny his deep instinctual desires. They were there, but they would remained locked away. At least, for now.

What the next hour may bring, he couldn't say, but his pride had won out over his desires. He panted, trapped on his stomach against the mattress. His body shuddered from pleasure and pain, riding the edge of enduring both. Blood trailed lines along the curves of his muscles and bones, his hair stuck to his face and shoulders from the sweat that stung his superficial wounds.

There was no disappointment radiating from Yomi as he slowly healed Kurama's body, and left for a moment to rest. The human knew why - he'd almost caved. Two hours into their little soirée, and already his crumbling.