Halfway through it. More than. He'd made it this far, the rest should be easy. The rest should fall into place like pieces of a puzzle made for a child. But the next three hours would be long, he knew it, and so did Yomi.

His wounds had been healed, far more meticulously than he liked. His binds had been removed and he'd been given food to eat. He eyed the tray suspiciously for some time, unsure if his former ally would resort to more drugs. Such a move would be foolish, the drug coursing through his veins right now was powerful, if not for his own devilishly strong will he would've succumb long ago.

Adding more to his weakened human form could be fatal, and Kurama's death wasn't what Yomi wanted. It might be an outcome he could be pushed too, but Kurama didn't want his death either. He needed to survive, and despite his doubts about the food that had been left for him, he wasn't going to survive if he didn't eat. Still though, the chances that Yomi would use the weakness of hunger against him were pretty high. What, exactly the dubious demon had slipped into his meal was anyone's guess.

It really could be poison, assuming he'd upset Yomi that badly early. The blind demon had nearly killed him in his fit of rage. Hoping that time had calmed his anger could be deadly. But not having the strength to fight back should the opportunity present itself could turn fatal as well. Yomi had placed his between a rock and a plate full of delicious food.

Deciding all his pondering would only result in missing a perfectly good meal, he ate. Slowly at first, tensing his body for any reactions toward the food, ready to toss it aside at the first, additional, abnormality.

Yomi entered and Kurama stood up before him. The human stood without defiance, but without shame as well. Even naked as he was his demeanor was calm, as though he was still wearing the clothes Yomi had given him upon his arrival.

Yomi moved swiftly, pressing Kurama's body against the cold stone. A small gasp of surprised escaped the red head's lips as his skin hit the cold stone before his mind had registered moving. Yomi turned him around, and Kurama didn't struggle, pressing his former comrade's chest against the stone and locking his wrists over his head.

Yomi's hands moved over his flesh, sending extra chills through his body. After the pain the demon had inflicted on him this change of pace was hard to brace against. Yomi's absolute silence was a little unnerving as well, Kurama couldn't even hear his breath.

He felt the cloth go over his eyes, blocking what little sight he had in the dark cell completely. The feeling of fingers against his flesh stopped. For a long while there was nothing. Kurama's arms began to ache, with nothing happening to distract him from the throbbing, his body on edge wondering when Yomi would strike.

He heard nothing, but rather sensed the presence of something entering his cell. Several somethings.

"Who's there?" He questioned, trying to force any sense of demand out of his voice. A sharp pain in his leg was his reply. Message received loud and clear - he was to keep his trap shut.

The wound on his leg was healed almost immediately. It was pain they wanted to inflict, not anything permanent. That wasn't a pleasant thought, and actually turned out to be completely incorrect.

Cool lubricant coated his thighs, slowly being worked over his entire body. More hands than his mind could keep track of teased his flesh. They prodded his most sensitive places as tongues were added to the countless fingers. He didn't know he had enough flesh to have so much sensation pumped into it.

Fingers slid deep into his body, causing him no pain at all. Hands worked his stiff flesh, licked along tender areas on his legs, traced line down the soft parts of his back. His mind went hazy as his assailants seemed to have no intention of stopping. He kept waiting for the flash of pain, for the order to stop, to be administered just before he could reach sweet release.

He felt the wave of pleasure tear through his body almost painfully as he came against the wall. His cry of pleasure was almost one of fear, concerned with the punishment that might await him, or the poor sods who were doing this to him. Not that he had much sympathy for them overall, but they had allowed him to do the one thing Yomi had been denying him ever since he was put in this room.

No punishment came. No pain tore at his flesh or electrified his muscles. There was nothing at all except the continued ministrations of his new cellmates.

They licked and suckled. They touched, traced and teased. He couldn't escape them, couldn't fight them off. The only time they brought him pain was when he asked them to stop. Sounds of pleasure were encouraged, sounds of anything else were met with pain. The more he begged, the stronger the pain. But always, always would they heal him completely afterward. No pain lingered with the pleasure. They weren't going to give him anything to focus on except the continued pleasure.

Again and again he came, pressed against the wall and able to feel his own seed slide down his body, no doubt following the deep grooves of the stones. He'd lost count of how many times they'd forced a release from him. His muscles were tired an his body was shuddering. He was beginning to fear they were going to molest him to death.

His binds were undone and he was allowed to rest by laying on the floor. The creatures that were "attending" him did not stop their assault. He didn't have the strength to stop them, he didn't have the voice to beg. He could only hope that when he passed out in exhaustion they wouldn't kill him.

The drug in his system seemed to react to the sensations, making him more and more sensitive. His body was warming the lubrication and even the usually cold stones felt warmer. Hands held his legs apart, mouths sucked and licked his fingers, nibbled his ears. Vaguely he realized the stones hadn't gotten warmer, he was simply laying atop another living being.

He never thought he would be made to fear the sensation of an orgasm, but after the passage of more time than he could comprehend he was fearing his nearing climax. How many times? How hard? It felt wonderful, almost heavenly, but it was draining his strength, his will. He couldn't think, couldn't move on his own. He was drowning in a sensation that could tear his body apart. Yomi had changed his tactics. If denying him wouldn't work, if pain wouldn't work, then there was at least on more thing he could do the red head to break him.

His whispered for them to stop, screamed in his mind for them to cease, he didn't want to climax again. He didn't want to lose his sanity to pleasures of the flesh.

He didn't want to. He didn't. He… he….

Kurama screamed his pleasure to the heavens, grasping whatever beast was nearest him as though they were a life preserver afloat in an endless ocean. The pleasure didn't subside, he wasn't sure he actually stopped orgasming as darkness overtook even his thoughts…