Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Black Sunrise ❯ Home Away (Part 2) ( Chapter 10 )

Disclaimer- I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho, but if I did I would possibly be the happiest person in the world.

 

This is the bad chapter. This will consist of rape and a lemon scene. If you do read it, I accept critics not flames. If you don't, when this chapter is referred to just put a filler up in your mind or consider it as `something very bad'. That should work. ---Sheamaru

 

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Hiei mentally cursed himself for being so stupid and so blind. It was Yoma, his father, standing there threatening Beary.

 

“Never heard of him,” Beary said. Yoma grabbed Beary, pulling him so the blond was only inches away from his face, those blue eyes looking into the red of those glasses but seeing nothing.

 

“I can smell the lie on you,” Yoma growled out.

 

“Then you got a bad nose, bud.” Beary growled back. Hiei was shocked, he blinked, and he didn't think anyone would defend him like this. Well, he did think his friends would, but he'd been proven that was wrong. Something crashed to the ground, something close to Hiei. He tensed, what was it? Both Beary and Yoma turned to look at him. He was so side-tracked he'd knocked over a chair!

 

“Well, if it isn't Hiei,” his father said. He threw Beary back into the wall and walked towards his son. Several glasses crashed to the ground when he hit the back of the bar, he let out a groan as he fell to a heap on the floor, just unconscious. Hiei shoved a chair towards his father but Yoma easily stepped aside. He pulled off his glasses and put them in the pocket of his coat. Hiei tossed another chair at him but Yoma moved away from that too.

 

“Stay the hell away from me!” Hiei said, he started running for the door. But Yoma's strides were longer and instead of running out the door, Hiei ran right into his fathers arms. He twisted and struggled until his back was against Yoma. His father grabbed his wrists firmly and shoved Hiei forward to the ground. Yoma's knee moved between Hiei's legs and he pinned Hiei's wrists to his lower back. Hiei let out a grunt of pain as his arm was twisted. Seconds later he felt his father's hot breath on his ear. He closed his flaming red eyes tight and squirmed to get away, but that only made his father twist his arm more.

 

“I'd say I've changed, but I think it's obvious I haven't,” his father spoke into his ear. Hiei's teeth were clenched so tightly his jaw hurt, his hands were in fists. His father was seated on one of his legs lightly, not enough to hurt Hiei, and his other hand was on Hiei's thigh to hold his other leg down, then one more hand to keep his wrists pinned.

 

“Get off of me you bastard!” Hiei snapped through gritted teeth. His father licked his ear lobe softly, then nibbled on his son's ear gently.

 

“I see the years have only made you hate me more,” he purred, “That's good, even more vigor to break.”

 

“You're not going to break me, so get off!” Hiei said, he tried to twist his neck so his ear was free of his father's teeth. But Yoma only bit harder making Hiei hurt himself, he felt his father's hand caress his thigh.

 

“I bet I can,” Yoma said into his ear, “But not here.”

 

Hiei felt the release of weight as Yoma got up, but he was only yanked to his feet. His father pushed him forward, Beary groaned as he started to get up. Yoma turned to look at him as he pushed Hiei towards the back of Home Away.

 

“What happened?” Beary asked.

 

“Well, we can't have any interruptions.” Yoma said. Hiei was shoved to his feet and by the time he had gotten even his arm under himself Yoma was on the other side of the bar. Beary was silenced with a broken glass across the throat, one swift cut.

 

“No. . .” Hiei gasped, his eyes widening. Yoma let Beary's lifeless body fall to the side as he walked from around the bar. Blood on one of his hands, he was smirking.

 

“That was easy enough,” he said and walked towards Hiei. Once more the teenager tried to get away but Yoma grabbed him by the back of his shirt and yanked him to his feet. He started shoving Hiei forward, towards the dark hallway that lead to the back of Home Away. Hiei continually tried to yank his arms free, but his father shoved him forward and off balance. When they got to the bedroom, farthest back, he opened the door and shoved Hiei inside. For a bar, this room was really clean. The walls were painted dark blue, the bed was made with black covers, and a bedside table had a phone on it along with a light.

 

Yoma shoved Hiei towards the bed and the teenager stumbled onto it, he had just as soon turned to slide back off when Yoma was on him. His father had lost the trench coat which now lay forgotten on the floor beside the bed. He was seated on Hiei's hips gently, so only the slightest bit of weight was applied. Hiei could already feel the press of an erection through his father's black jeans as well as his own. His wrists were pinned above him, his head resting on a pillow which was surprisingly soft. Yoma's warm hand slid up his shirt and Hiei felt something smear, something thick and warm.

 

“Nice isn't it? The feel of someone's blood against your skin. Better when it isn't your own,” Yoma told him. Hiei tried to yank his hands free but they wouldn't come, his father was just too strong.

 

“No, it isn't. Let me go you son of a bitch!” Hiei yelled. Yoma pressed his lips to Hiei's and snaked his tongue between his son's lips. His warm, wet, tongue moved through Hiei's mouth, making him feel sick. He moved his tongue far back so Hiei would be choking unless he kissed back. Hiei's tongue moved to Yoma's twisting with his to get it free from between his tonsils. His father's hand roamed his chest, re-exploring the body he'd not had for several years. Hiei felt the sticky cooling blood smear over his chest and abs; the feeling of being trapped and violated soared through his body, making his eyes close tightly.

 

Yoma's hand slid out from under Hiei's shirt and moved up to his own pants. Hiei knew what he was going for. And what scared him was he was right. Yoma pulled off his own belt and reached up to bind Hiei's hands together, then to the upper bed frame. While Yoma bound his hands Hiei tried to lift his father off him by struggling against it. But in response he just pulled Hiei's tongue into his own mouth and bit down. The surprise of it made Hiei yelp and his body jerk. When Hiei's hands were secured Yoma moved his hands down his son's body. He pulled back from the kiss to smirk down at the boy.

 

“Mmm, I missed this view,” Yoma said coyly. Hiei glared, he was to angry to be scared, at least at the moment.

 

“I didn't,” Hiei snarled. Yoma gave a slight sigh.

 

“I had assumed as much,” he said. Yoma leaned down to nibble on Hiei's ear. Hiei's eyes fluttered and his eyes rolled up slightly in a pleasure he'd do anything to deny. A tingle moved down his spine making him shudder, his arms pulling against the bindings. His hands moved from his fists to grab onto the bindings and hold them tightly, the edges of the leather digging into his hands. Yoma's tongue moved into Hiei's ear and the teenager closed his eyes tightly, “So, that's still your sweet spot? You haven't changed that much.”

 

Hiei couldn't find the voice to respond, not now anyway. His friends wouldn't come after him, and even if they did their chances of finding him were small. He never told them about this place, but now he was wishing he had. Yoma laughed a laugh Hiei remembered all to well as Hiei cried and yelled at him to stop. But there was nothing to be done, he would always be his father's son.

 

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Yeah, I realize that wasn't a yaoi scene, but you know what? At the moment I don't feel like writing one so this is what you're getting. Let your imagination wander with what happened. I'm off to write my next lame chapter.