Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Bonds of Consent ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Bonds of Consent

- Chapter 3 -

It was the human rush hour. Salarymen were returning home from work, women and bachelors from stores, hoping to grab a last minute bargain for eel. Koenma nodded to himself. All was as it should be. With so many humans crowding the streets, no one would notice a tall, white haired fox demon, petite fire demon, and two girls in ... questionable attire. The group ducked silently into an alleyway, and suddenly, the portal was visible.

At the sight of the weird pulsing blue light, Keiko stopped short, her eyes flicking questionably towards Youko. With a quick nod from him, she resumed walking, her stop barely noticable to the others walking with them. Koenma stopped in front of the blue light and looked at Hiei and Shizuru, then at Youko and Keiko.

"I want to remind you all of how important this mission is. Girls, remember to do everything and anything that they tell you to, or you will blow your cover. And you two," he said, pointing to Hiei and Youko, "don't do anything to draw attention to yourselves," Koenma warned.

They all nodded, Keiko and Shizuru looking at Koenma through their bangs, their heads still lowered in a demure fashion.

"And don't forget these," Koenma added, holding out two leashes for Youko and Hiei.

The demons took the leashes and latched them onto the collars that were around their 'slaves' necks.

"I wish you all luck," Koenma said, disappearing before their eyes, presumably to go back to his office in the spirit world.

They stepped into the light, and everything faded. The group took measured steps, and despite not being able to see anything but blue, the demons tracked their course with keen smell. For once, their was no bickering between Hiei and Shizuru. Keiko supposed they were nervous, less nervous, perhaps, then herself, who clutched Youko's arm with fear.

'He won't let any harm come to me', she thought, intuitively knowing its truth.

When they finally reached the end of the portal, the four exited and found themselves in the extensive surroundings of the Makai. Keiko turned around in a quick circle where she stood next to Youko, taking in her surroundings, and nearly gasped when she saw what looked like a small city made entirely out of tents. Quickly remembering her training, she faced the same direction as Youko and lowered her head once more.

"It seems they are bringing in another group of slaves," Hiei commented, glacing off in the distance at a large group of humans and demons headed their way.

"Hm, it seems they are," Youko agreed. Turning to Keiko, Youko placed a hand on her shoulder and gave a reassuring squeeze. "I promise that if you do exactly as I tell you, and remember your training, nothing bad will happen to you," he told her, a bit of his human side showing through in his concern for her.

She felt the urge to look up into Kurama- no, Youko's eyes to thank him, but unpermitted to do so, she instead nodded as eloquently as possible. From behind Keiko, Shizuru was experiencing no similar tender feelings, except relief, fastly bordering into tenseness. It didnt help that Hiei was ignoring her.

'He suddenly seems to find those other new slaves more worthy of his attention than me.' And oddly enough, the thought was a little more resentful than she would have liked.

As they came closer to the tents, the girls could hear the rumbling voices of at least a thousand male demons. There were few female demons in sight, Shizuru noted. Not suprising. A thousand or so male demons, and about as many women. But the women did not- and could not talk. The lack of high vocal tone in the crowd, made her feel uneasy.

It was then that a large demon nearby noticed them, the grotesque looking creature approached, it's slitted eye positioned in the middle of it's leathery forehead, taking in the sight of Keiko and Shizuru with a disturbing observation. A terrified shiver ran through Keiko's body as she felt the demon's eye linger on her, but it was instantly dispelled when Youko's warm hand came to rest possessively on her shoulder. The demon seemed to acknowlege Youko's claiming gesture and immediately turned his attention to the silver kitsune.

"State your business, fox." The voice was rough, almost an undecipherable growl.

Keiko couldn't tell anything about Youko's demeanor by looking at his feet, but he didn't seem tense. At least, she realized, she was hoping he wasn't.

"We, Hiei and myself, merely wish to join in on the fun. We've got these two, bought from another market, but we weren't satisfied. Too disobedient. I heard good things about this place, so we wanted to check it out." He replied smoothly.

"Yes," Hiei spoke up, a grin quirking up his lips. "You can only abide by one human for so long. Once there is no room for new scars, the fun is gone."

The comment seemed to strike a chord of humor within the tall, beastly guard.

"Heh," he nodded. The neckless creature's entire torso shifted with the movement. "You getting rid of these, or looking for additions?"

"Additions," Youko spoke up. "This one is somewhat new, but a bit boring. I was hoping to get her a playmate."

A deep round of laughter followed the comment. "You should go to Bakura's, he's got some nice girls. Young, like yours." The nameless beast extended an arm, pointing down the lane.

Youko nodded, then giving Keiko's shoulder another squeeze, let his hand fall to his side as he walked ahead, Keiko immediately falling into step behind. Hiei followed his kitsune friend, flanked by Shizuru. They followed the lane the demon had indicated and soon found themselves approaching a tent which was surrounded by a multitude of human women, their hands bound and staked to a peg in the hard ground. Youko and Hiei entered the tent first, Keiko and Shizuru right behind them, when they were stopped by a voice.

"Where do you think you're going," the voice asked.

Youko and Hiei turned towards the shadows of the tent that the question had come from and watched as what looked like a young man with short, spikey silver hair stepped from the shadows. His dark brown eyes shined with malice as he warily watched the intruders in his tent.

When he recieved no answer, he repeated his question.

"So sorry for my rudeness," Youko quipped, bowing slightly at the waist. "My name is Youko and my friend here is Hiei. We're interested in purchasing a few new slaves," Youko explained.

"So what brings you to my tent," he asked, cocking his head to the side a bit, as if listening for any disturbances outside.

"The gaurd at the edge of the encampment directed us here. He said you had some girls that would compliment the ones we have with us," Youko explained.

The young man eyed Hiei with what could only be called a curious hatred. "Why doesn't your friend talk. Is he unable, or just ignorant," he asked Youko.

At that, Hiei smirked. "I can. I was just contemplating the girls outside. Now tell me, are you this Bakura that we look for, or should we go elsewhere," Hiei asked, crossing his arms over his chest and looking smug.

"I am Bakura. Were there any girls in particular that caught your eye," he asked, a slight smile coming to his face at the prospect of making a sale. And by the looks of these two, they could probably afford some of his best stock. He just hoped his men came through and brought him something really worth while.

"Actually, no. None did. That's the thing. We were told you had the best here, and there was nothing of interest there," Hiei replied.

"I must agree with my friend. We only purchase the highest quality slaves, and it looks as if our trip here was a waste," Youko spoke up, hoping this Bakura character would say something that would oblige them to stay for a while.

"You should stick around. We get new girls in here all the time. Maybe something that catches your eye will come in soon," Bakura replied, hoping they would remain in the camp and he could make a sale or two.

"Perhaps, but we have no where to stay. I suppose it would be a shame for you to lose such good customers due to a lack in quality in your stock," Hiei said, smirking when the slight look of shock crossed Bakura's face.

"Perhaps I could intoduce you to Ankoku. He is the leader of the Hiretsukan," Bakura said, hoping to impress the two customers by knowing the leader of his group.

"Doesn't impress me, but if it'll get us a place to stay for a while," Hiei said with a shrug of his shoulders, trailing off, leaving his question open for the salesman to take it as he liked.

Bakura paused. "You came to the market for one day?"

"It was a spur of the moment trip. My mornings just aren't the same, not as interesting as they could be." Youko replied. "You can only do so much." He sighed regretfully and turned to Hiei.

The smaller fire demon shrugged.

"Well, this seems a bit wasteful. I heard from a friend of mine there was another market, although he said the quality was iffy. Want to give that a try?"

Hiei paused in consideration as Bakura tensed.

"No, no. There's no need for that. You were, after all, recommended to me. I can see you have a place to stay. It is a simple matter. I will arrange it for you, while I do perhaps you would like to meet some of my current girls?"

"Very well," Hiei agreed. "This one is too chatty for my tastes anyway."

The female behind him stiffened, but thankfully remained quiet.

Youko nodded also and followed a much relieved Bakura toward the back flaps of the tent. They stepped out into semi-arid air, headed off to another tent, one much larger. Keiko and Shizuru followed after, the leashes dangling from their necks.

Youko recoiled at the scent as they stepped into a large, beige colored tent. Women of every kind and shape lined the central pathway. Wooden poles around four feet were pounded into the ground. Ropes held the small female wrists behind their backs, pulled taught.

Hair was mangled and bodies bled. Some of the women looked like girls, small faces and bodies.

"Brutal, don't you have anything… clean?" Youko replied, turning his nose up at the selection.

Bakura chuckled. "Washing is all part of the fun."

"True," Youko smirked in response, "But still, how am I to inspect the merchandise when it is caked in such filth?"

Bakura frowned in irritation. "Fine, I'll have a guard take them to the hotspring on the east side of camp and bathe them. They should be ready for your inspection come morning."

Youko turned to arch an eyebrow at Hiei as if to say, "What do you say, Hiei? Would that be agreeable?"

The fire demon nodded and so Youko turned back toward Bakura. "That will be fine, we shall return on the morrow then."

With that, Youko caught hold of Keiko's leash as Hiei did the same with Shizuru's. They turned, exiting the tent, once again entering out into the large camp. They walked through the center, Youko halting them when he spied a lunch tent set up to their left. The fox then turned to Keiko. "Hold out your hand." He ordered tersely. When Keiko held out her hand, palm side up, Youko dropped a few gold coins into it, then turned to point at the tent..

"Go to that tent and fetch some food to eat. Bring enough back for youself as well." The fox spirit ordered. Keiko nodded once before going to do Youko's bidding. Shizuru tensed, knowing that Hiei would be ordering her to do the same any minute now. Sure enough, the fire demon's smug voice reached her ears.

"Hn. I might as well eat also," Hiei began, reaching into his black duster to withdraw an adequate amount of coins. He stepped over to Shizuru, then with a smirk, dropped the coins down the front of her top. "Now go. We don't have all day."

Shizuru managed to hold her anger in check and nodded before going to do her master's bidding.

Both girls returned shortly, each carrying a tray with fair amount of food on it, their heads still bowed, yet raised enough that they could watch where they were going. They stopped by the table that the two demons occupied, noticing that there were only two chairs. They set the trays in front of their respective demon and stood, waiting for further instructions.

Keiko didn't have to wait long, as Youko quickly grabbed her hips and brought her down to sit sideways in his lap. She fought her urge to eep at her position, merely tensing up as Youko rested a hand on her upper thigh, his tails moving to caress her back.

The sensual moment, however, was interrupted by Hiei's dissatisfied voice. "Woman, I gave you more than enough money. Where is my change," he demanded.

Shizuru smiled at him, a smug grin that could match his own. "It's where you put the money in the first place. But if you want it, you'll have to get it yourself."

An amused smirk appeared on the fire demon's lips as his red eyes seemed to erupt into a blazing inferno of interest. "Do I now? Hn... well then, so be it."

Shizuru's smug grin immediately faded from her lips and she gasped in shock as Hiei quickly shot out an arm to snag her by the waist. He then proceeded to haul her into a sitting position in his lap as his other hand dove down into the depths of her cleavage. Shizuru managed a strangled cry as, quite by accident, Hiei grabbed onto an object that was definitely *not* his change. She groaned as a familiar heat, which stemmed from her most intimate spot, spread throughout her body like a raging wildfire, consuming her very blood. Hiei's hand instantly stilled as his nose detected Shizuru's arousal. Smirking, Hiei resumed his task, allowing the hand to linger against the soft mound it had encountered.

Meanwhile, Youko had taken Keiko's mind from Hiei and Shizuru by ordering her to feed him by hand. The young woman dutifully picked up a bite sized rice ball from Youko's plate and brought it to his lips. Youko opened his mouth slightly, and Keiko placed the bit of food inside. As she began to withdraw her hand however, Youko suddenly lurched forward slightly, catching a delicate finger and sucking it slowly into the warm cavern of his mouth. Keiko felt her heartbeat increase and small tingles began to run up and down her spine as Youko sucked on her finger in an erotic manner, swirling his tongue around the digit as, every once in awhile, his teeth would graze the sensitive pad of her fingertip.

While Youko was busy distracting Keiko from their activities, Hiei noticed his own body reacting to what he was doing to Shizuru. He would have growled in anger, but he was enjoying himself too much. He moved his hand to her other breast, his change completely forgotten for the time being as his fingers brushed over her nipple, causing Shizuru to gasp.

Shizuru shifted in Hiei's lap, her thigh brushing over his half-hardened manhood. If she hadn't been so distracted by his hand that was currently wreaking havoc in the front of her shirt, she would have smirked and used that tidbit of information against the fire demon. But in her lust induced haze, she could only think of moving a bit more to the right to get his hand to brush over her nipple again.

"Excuse me," an oddly familiar voice said after a throat cleared.

Youko looked up, keeping Keiko's finger in his mouth with a gentle bite.

Hiei looked up as well, the backs of his fingers brushing over the soft mound one more time before he pulled his hand from Shizuru's shirt. "Yes, what do you want, Bakura," Hiei asked as he pulled Shizuru further into his lap.

"I thought you might like to know that I just recieved quite a few new girls that are in very good condition," he said with a slight bow. "I knew you were interested in new slaves, so I thought I would give you first pick. There are some very exotic girls in the group."

Hiei and Youko exchanged a glance, then they both nodded. Looking back to Bakura, Youko nodded once more. "When would be a good time for us to come over?"

"Whenever you would like. Though I suggest you come as soon as you can. I would hate for someone else to come along and buy the best ones off first," Bakura said, a greedy gleam in his eye.

Hiei nodded. "We will be there shortly. But I would like to finish my meal first. And these humans get so weak if you don't feed them every day."

"True. Very true. I will expect you within the hour, then," he said, waiting for them to confirm.

"No. It will not take us that long to finish. We will be there shortly," Youko said.

Bakura nodded and backed away from the table until he was an acceptable distance away, then turned and hurried back to his tent.

Youko and Hiei turned to the girls that sat in their laps, and ordered the slaves to feed them. After they had all eaten, Keiko and Shizuru disposed of the waste and went back to where their respective master stood.

Once the women had returned and stood in their places behind them, Hiei and Youko walked over to Bakura's tent, walking in without a sound. They looked around a bit, noticing several new faces amoung the girls, and one very familiar one.

Bakura walked into the tent just as Hiei was about to go on a rampage, stemming the fire demons rage. "So, see anything you like," Bakura asked as he walked around to stand in front of the two.

Youko looked around a bit more, his eyes passing over the young woman that had caught his attention when he first walked in, before he looked back at Bakura. "That one is not human, is she," Youko asked as he pointed at his desired target.

All the while, Hiei stood ramrod straight, seething. Behind him stood Shizuru with her eyes downcast, so she was completely unaware of what was transpiring, as was Keiko. Bakura turned to look at the girl Youko had indicated, taking in the sight of the petite, light green haired form.

"Ah yes, a most exotic arrival. You are right, she is not human, and I'm sure she would make a most satisfactory slave." Bakura smiled devilishly before adding, "Mind you, she *will* cost extra, her being an ice demon and all."

Casting a telepathic message onto his shorter friend, Youko eyed the trembling form of the female before him. "Hm... I don't believe she's my type." Youko finally murmured, "Although, I'm sure Hiei wouldn't mind taking her off of your hands... That is, if she hasn't been tainted by one of your men already."

Bakura quickly assured that no one had laid a hand on any of the new shipment of girls, thus unknowingly ensuring he kept his head for the moment. Youko nodded then before they began debating on a price. Bakura hadn't been lying when he'd said she would cost extra, the steep price nearly depleted Youko's money supply, but the fox handed over the money easily enough. Once the transaction had been made, Hiei stepped over to the kneeling young woman.

"Come." he said aloud, although mentally he was already conveying assurances, as well as instructions, to the young Koorime.

'Yukina, you must refreign from using either mine or Kurama's name aloud. Neither are you to acknowledge Keiko or Shizuru. From this moment until we are away from here, you do not know us, do you understand?'

'Yes, Hiei-san, I understand.' Came the meek, mental reply.

Rising to her feet, Yukina kept her head bowed as she waited dutifully for Hiei's next order. Bakura spoke then, explaining that he had acquired their lodgings for the night. The white haired slave trader gestured for a guard near the door, instructing the big oaf to show Youko and Hiei to the tents that would be theirs for the duration of their stay. Once the new group of five made it to their tents, the girls risked a glance up. Keiko and Shizuru both heaved silent sighs of relief at seeing that the tents were right beside one another. They wouldn't have to be forced to separate.

Youko stepped forward, holding up the tents flap, allowing Keiko to go in before him. Hiei nudged Shizuru, indicating that he wished for her to go inside of Youko's tent as well. She obeyed, ducking down to enter the tent, followed soon after by Yukina. Hiei entered last, closing the flap behind him. Lighting a lantern, Keiko set it on the old wooden table that was set up crudely in the center of the tent.

Keiko and Shizuru looked up then, both girls moving to gather around their friend. "Yukina, are you alright? Those bastards didn't touch you did they? I'll rip their arms off and beat them with it if they did." Shizuru spoke softly, but her tone was filled with deadly venom.

Keiko nodded fiercely in agreement with Shizuru. Yukina shook her head, "I'm fine, really, Shizuru-san. Now that you are here, I feel much safer. But I'm curious as to *why* you are here."

Youko's ears twitched. "Just a little work, nothing to get excited about. Although I am a bit disappointed. Coming down to a slave market for humans and finding an ice demon. What is the flesh market coming to when the best can't even keep their products straight?"

He was ignored.

Keiko tried not to feel uncomfortable with the way Yukina was looking at her. She wondered if the ice-demon thought she'd lost her mind. She certainly felt like it at this point.

She didn't even want to think about the sick crack of the whip she could hear in the background or the chorus of female voices rose up in cries of pain. Neither, for that matter, was she interested in the distinct grunting sound she'd heard when passing some of the huts, but her imagination was running wild with all manner of things that made her stomach feel queasy.

Youko stood suddenly. "Let's go, Keiko."

Her gaze shot to him. She didn't dare say a word, but her gaze was questioning.

"Bakura mentioned something of a hot spring. It's been ages since I've seen a hot spring."

She hesitated as though debating whether or not he was serious, but it proved to be so as he headed out without her, expecting her to meekly follow. She waved helplessly at Yukina before following, ducking her head before stepping out.

Youko was waiting for Keiko right outside the tent flap and grabbed the leash connected to her collar. He quickly found the hotspring, his sensitive nose guiding him to the steaming water. He went to talk to the person that was in charge of the springs, making sure there was an empty pool for them.

Youko gave a gentle tug on the leash, telling Keiko to follow him, and they both followed the demon to an available tent that surrounded one of the steaming pools. Keiko followed Youko into the tent, leaving the smelly demon outside. She quietly waited for instructions from Youko, hoping he wouldn't stare at her while she undressed.

Youko slipped his hand under her chin, tilting her head up so that she was looking at him. "Undress," he ordered.

Keiko swallowed hard as she stared up into the blazing amber eyes of Youko Kurama. The gaze was so intent that it sent a delightful shiver down her spine. She nodded, the movement causing her chin to become dislodged from his grasp. Taking a few steps back, Keiko lowered her gaze and began to remove her scanty clothes much like she had the night before. Starting with the clinging top, she managed to shed it a bit easier than last time. Next came the skirt, then the garter and so on until, at last, she was standing completely nude before the silver fox. Her arms instinctively wrapped around her waist, and she stood, trembling slightly.

She stood there, eyes cast downward, until she heard the distinct sound of a tunic being discarded into a corner of the tent. There was a brief moment of silence in which Keiko became extremely uneasy, but then Youko was beside her, his large, warm hand falling upon her shoulder as he wordlessly steered her toward the naturally heated pool of water.

Her heart was beating rapidly, pounding in her ears. The water was hot as it touched her feet and up her body as she slid into the steaming water. She turned her eyes toward the water, not daring to look anywhere else. Trembling, she sank down completely, bringing the water level up to her collar bone. She turned toward Youko, but hastily looked away. Was she supposed to still be obeying the rules?

Why couldn't he be more specific? He didn't say anything, just expecting her to know beforehand. And.... he was naked, wasn't he? Ooh, she wanted to know. She didn't dare look, even if her curiosity was all but boiling over. She brought her hands up, sliding them over her breasts in the water, trying not to shiver. She heard a deep, relaxed exhale.

"Hot springs are nice, don't you think, Keiko?"

She nodded, her voice temporarily gone.

"Look up here."

She swallowed hard, but obeyed, meeting his eyes. He grinned.

"Come sit by me," Youko told Keiko. He watched as she slowly waded the few short steps through the water to reach him, the entire time she tried to keep her body under the water and out of his sight. He smiled as she stopped by his side and was beginning to lower herself to sit next to him when he pulled her into his lap.

"Where did you get that scar on your side and back," he asked, his hand lightly tracing over the mark that was totally out of place on her creamy skin.

Keiko hesitated at first, but decided Kurama, no matter what form he was in, deserved to know the truth. One quick and quite embarrassed explanation later, Youko was hugging Keiko to him, his fingers running through her hair.

"I'm sorry I made you tell me that," Youko whispered into her ear.

Keiko merely shook her head and slid from Youko's lap, moving towards the center of the spring as she tugged Youko along behind her. She turned him away from her and grabbed a sponge from the side of the spring and began running it over his back.

Her other hand reached up, bringing the long silver hair around to drape over one shoulder so that she could reach the kitsune's broad shoulders. She trailed the sponge slowly up, then down his spine, making sure she washed every inch of Youko's back. The simple act was meant as an innocent gesture, and she was almost certain that it was listed as one of her duties as a slave, but Keiko could not deny how incredibly arousing it was. Just the knowledge that she was here, alone and naked with Youko....

It was causing her stomach to do little back flips, not to mention the intense throbbing sensation that was beginning to build up within her. Within the center of her very being. So thoroughly caught up in what she was doing, Keiko didn't even realize when Youko turned around until the kitsune's hands came to rest at her sides. Refocusing her eyes, they widened as Keiko realized that she was now stroking Youko's tightly sculped abdomen instead of his back.

"What a playful thing you are… First the spanking, now the bathing." He grinned. "You like being a slave, don't you, Keiko?"

She almost dropped the sponge.

"It's been a long time, but a male never forgets the scent of an aroused female."

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He could tell that? How absolutely mortifying! Yet, the thought managed to make her even more interested. It was, without a doubt, convenient to the female in a way.

"So, what's in that dirty little mind of yours?" He slid closer in the water, pressing his body flush against hers.

Keiko swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. Oh, she could feel his… oh

Youko's amused laughter followed as the sponge was pulled from her hands. He dropped his head down beside hers. "Slaves," he murmured intimately. "Never can do anything right…"

He began to massage the soft sponge over her back, drawing away and sliding it up her shoulders and down her chest. Reaching her clavicle, the sponge dropped into the water, but his hands kept moving.

They pressed flat against her skin sliding slowly and sensuously. In wider circles they swirled, dipping low. He curved his hands, shifting them against her abdomen as he pulled them up, cupping her breasts. She gasped.

"Sponges always get in the way…"

At the intimate contact, Keiko tensed a bit, her eyes widening, her hands moving to brace herself on his shoulders. She felt his hands begin to massage her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her nipples occasionally. Her body began to relax against his, eyes falling closed, her chin dropping to rest against her collarbone and her mouth falling open so that she could take in more air.

Youko lowered his head to her shoulder, covering her skin in light, open-mouthed kisses, his lips working their way up her neck. He paused at her pulse point, sucking the skin into his mouth for a momet before he moved on. He removed his right hand from her breast and used it to tilt her head back so that he could look into her slightly unfocused eyes. Leaning forward once more, he took her bottom into his mouth, his teeth grazing over the soft flesh.

Keiko opened her mouth further when she felt his lips land directly on hers. She didn't know why she was reacting to him in such a way. All she knew was that Yusuke had never made her feel anything like this. The closest she had ever come to feeling anything even remotely like this had been that morning, when she had woken up in Kurama's arms and having been immediately kissed by him afterwards.

"What are you doing to me," Keiko whispered when Youko removed his mouth from hers, his lips moving to nibble on her earlobe.

"Making you feel good," was his reply just before he suddenly turned her around, her back now pressed against his chest, giving him further access to her body. One hand returned to massaging her breast, the other moved to her chin, coaxing her to turn her head towards him.

Youko sealed his lips over hers once more, and when he felt her hands move up to the back of his head, he let his hand that had been holding her chin drift down her body to rest at the top of her right thigh. Youko's mouth left Keiko's, allowing her to catch her breath, which came out more like gasps as anticipation swelled within her. She had no idea what to expect and so a sound of surprise escaped her lips as Youko's hand finally moved from her thigh to cup her intimately. She felt her legs give out as an overwhelming sensation washed over her. Her back, already resting against Youko's chest, slid deliciously down the wet skin of his torso and stomach. Her downward descent into the water was halted as a muscular arm snaked around her, just under her breasts, as well as the support of the hand still causing the mind numbing pleasure between her legs.

Youko carefully moved them to shallower water before sitting down, placing Keiko comfortably between his legs, her back still to him. His fingers, having never left the nest of downy curls they had delved into, began to move against her, once more causing her to gasp. Her legs clenched together tightly on impulse, effectively trapping the kitsune's hand in place.

"Easy, Keiko. Relax, I'm not going to hurt you." Youko's deep voice resonated throughout her body, so close was his mouth to her ear.

His tongue snaked out, making a delicious sweep along her ear before dipping inside, causing more shivers of delight to envelope Keiko's body.

The fingers shifted against her folds and Keiko arched up, a cry of pleasure escaping her parted lips. As Youko's other hand came up to caress a soft breast, Keiko began to moan in earnest, her hips beginning to buck against the pleasuring hand, as she rose higher and higher toward her peak. The steam rose from the water, causing beads of sweat to form, dampening the bangs of Keiko's hair. Brown strands, darkened by the wetness, framed her face which was twisted into a picture perfect vision of ecstacy.

Her ragged breaths became broken and uneven as she approached the edge of a great ravine that would inevitably plunge her into the depths of fulfullment. Her hands clutched desperately to Youko's thighs as the pleasure overwhelmed her. When at last, the feelings Youko was instilling in her became nearly unbearable, the dam within Keiko broke, allowing her to reach completion and morphing her moans into one coherant word.

"KURAMA!"

As the echoes of Keiko's exclamation drifted away on the winds, Youko felt the presence of his human half surge forth, as if summoned by the calling of her voice.

'Youko, what have you done!? I tell you not to take advantage of Keiko and look what you do! This is highly inappropriate!' Shuichi's voice cried in a scolding tone.

'Oh? Like your inappropriate behavior with her this morning?' Youko allowed his lip to quirk upward a bit as he referred to the passionate kiss that his human counterpart had shared with Keiko. He could practically feel his human half mentally blush.

'That was different, Youko, and you know it!'

Youko mentally chuckled, 'Oh, is that so?'

'Of course! You can't just... Just touch her that way!'

'Says who?'

'Says me!' Youko's eyes widened as Shuichi's voice almost growled in a familiarly possessive manner.

'Do you care for this human so much?'

Shuichi's voice grew silent, receeding from Youko's mind, but not before the kitsune sensed his other half's uneasiness. Youko smiled a smug smile of triumph at having perhaps given his human half some food for thought.

Keiko blinked, sighing softly. She felt so heavy and relaxed. Vaguely, she realized she was sprawled in Youko's arms, but it became more and more apparent as her haze drifted off. When it did, she was fighting herself not to jump out of his embrace and instead quietly disengaged herself from his arms.

"Ah… um…" She attempted to speak, but didn't know what to say.

Youko merely grinned at her.

"I suppose we should get back to the others. Shizuru probably wants to bathe also."

She didn't question why he was suddenly concerned about Shizuru. He probably wasn't, but she didn't want to know his motivations. He moved to step out and she remained where she was.

What had just happened to her? Why hadn't she stopped it? Who in their right mind *would've* stopped it? She shook her head slightly, tempted to drop herself completely beneath the water. She would have if it had been cold water and not steaming hot.

No one had ever touched her before, not like he just had. Invading her personal space. No more than that, he'd touched her places that made her dizzy with pleasure, and she'd loved every naughty second of it.

"Come." He ordered and she scrambled to follow, pulling her drenched body from the water.

This was no time to be spacing out. None at all.

~*~

"Bakura, tell me of these new comers," demanded a smooth voice coming from a blocked off part of a large tent.

The white haired demon turned just as the owner of the voice emerged. Ankoku, the leader of the notorious Hiretsukan, straightened once his tall form had cleared the tent flap. Bakura's eyebrow lifted in amusement as, before the peice of material fell back into place, he was graced with the view of a naked girl lying upon his boss' futon.

With a flick of a wrist, the panther demon flung a strand of red streaked ebony locks behind one shoulder and stared at Bakura with his intimidating red on black gaze as he belted the front of his robe tightly.

"Well?"

"Yes, Ankoku-sama." Bakura replied, drawing his attention back to the taller demon.

"I believe the one to be a fox demon, but the other is hard to tell. He looks almost completely human, except for his aura, which is purely demonic. They each have their own slave, which I find them both to be quite delectable," Bakura said, a devilish grin appearing on his features at his mention of the two slaves.

Ankoku turned to look at his underling. "Tell me more of these slaves."

"There is little to tell, sir. They are both quite interesting, but it's something you would have to see," Bakura told him.

"Well, if I have to see them, then I will. Extend to them an invitation to come have dinner with me tomorrow night. It will also give me oppurtunity to inform them of the laws of this camp."

Bakura grinned, pulling his lips back over deceptively rounded teeth. He bowed deeply, not making eye contact with his leisurely seated boss. Ankoku raised a hand, fingering through his endless locks of hair.

"Do make sure they are present." Ankoku urged, before waving off the underling.

Bakura backed out of the tent. Ankoku was hard on the girls. He supplied his master with women weekly - he wondered how long the one spread over that futon would last, or if she was done already. He recalled the tempting young blonde with the radical pink streaks in her hair. She'd been a fiesty one, very mouthy. He grinned, remembering when he'd brought the girl to his master.

She'd scowled, and swore and fought, scraping her nails fruitlessly, hitting nothing. He recalled the sight of Ankoku's eyes lighting with a demonic tint and he'd gotten the hell out. He hadn't escaped, however, before he'd heard a gurgled sound and the tear of cloth. Oh a night of fun for all, he'd thought as he quickly got away.

He scampered along, peering for the whereabouts of those new ones. They were a bit troublesome, but a customer was a customer, and those two had the cash to register on his radar screen. He had high hopes for the kitsune. He'd known them to be a frisky race, always taking up with new women, especially human women. He, personally, didn't understand the fascination some of these demon types held for his merchandise. They were all the same to him.

He grinned victoriously as he spotted one of the figures in the crowd and headed toward them.

"Ah, there you are, Youko." Bakura called, gaining the attention of the tall silver fox as he and his slave made their way through the crowd. Youko turned, fixing a golden eyed stare on him, the brown haired slave coming to a halt instantly at her master's side.

Bakura allowed his gaze to sweep over the girl as he made his way over to them, before turning back to the kitsune. "I've been looking for you, it would seem our leader is anxious to meet with you and your friend. He has extended an invitation to have dinner with him in his tent tomorrow night. You are, of course, encouraged to bring your slaves along with you..."

Youko eyed Bakura for a moment silently before nodding his consent. "Very well, what time should we arrive?"

"I shall come to fetch you when the time is right," Bakura supplied, "Just be prepared."

Bakura turned then, walking away even as a smirk began tugging at his lips.

Youko watched as Bakura seamlessly disappeared into the crowd. The place seemed to have certain rush hours and certain dead hours. Now, it seemed, was a rush hour. Food and women, that was apparently one of the most popular draws only held every four hours.

Interesting concept, and it worked tremendously well. There were displays for all sorts of appetities: bindings, live sex shows, whippings, blood-letting. He liked to go around watching, stopping here and there, but the sounds seemed to upset Keiko, so he didn't stay too long in any one place.

Figuring since they'd been invited to see Ankoku, he might as well head back directly to tell Hiei they were about to approach their main mission objective. He guided Keiko along, it was almost eerie how silent she was, but that was life here. It amused him how he'd never thought of it before, the plight of the slaves.

He'd seen girls ripped open, beaten, cursed, and abused in all sorts of fashions. Some of which hadn't appealed to him, but now the baser demons of the camp disturbed him. He reached their tent and stepped in, Keiko following, looking visibly relieved when he glanced back at her. The conversation in progress, promptly stopped.

"We have been invited to dine with Ankoku, Hiei." the kitsune informed his partner.

The smaller fire demon looked up, making some non-commital grunt as he stood. "I was waiting for you to get back, stay with Yukina. Woman, come."

Shizuru tensed, but rose to her feet in a surprisingly calm motion.

'Little bastard, you're just lucky I can't kick your ass, just wait til we get back!' she thought viciously.

Hiei's walk slowed, just a fraction, but the grip on the leash tightened and he tugged her forward, causing her to stumble. 'Disobedience will be punished, woman. Unless, of course, that's what you were hoping all along.'

Shizuru shot the fire demon a look that could kill, but refreigned from saying--or thinking--any more. Instead, she resigned herself to be lead away by her bastard of a master.

~*~

TBC...