Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Bonds of Consent ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

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Bonds of Consent

- Chapter 6 -

Keiko woke up just before dawn, her eyelids drifting open to meet with a sea of silver satin surrounding the face of an angel... or the devil, depending on your point of view. Youko still slept, his face relaxed, giving off an unearthly beauty that rivaled his human counterpart's. She allowed her gaze to travel over the handsome features, a soft smile gradually emerging as she recalled her dream and the talk she'd had with Kurama.

'They both love me...' her eyes seemed to glow at the thought.

She allowed her gaze to drift, admiring the view as she came to a decision. Slowly, a hand rose up to lightly stroke one of the fuzzy fox ears as she remembered his response the last time she had touched them. They twitched slightly as her fingertips brushed them softly and she stifled a giggle.

Youko was slowly being pulled from his dreams by the feeling of something rubbing his ears. His still heavily sleep fogged mind applied the sensations to the last fleeting vestiges of his dream of Keiko massaging his ears. Tightening his arm around the firm softness in front of him, Youko snuggled further into the incredibly soft pillow, while in his dream, he was snuggling closer to Keiko's breasts. His mind registered an intense pleasure as the Keiko in his dream rubbed her thumb over a particularly sensitive spot.

"Mmm, Keiko, that feels so nice," Youko spoke softly, not knowing that his vocal cords had come to life and had voiced the compliment.

The Keiko in his dream, as well as the wonderful feeling pillow he was snuggled up against, stiffened in shock, and suddenly the haze lifted from his mind. One eye popped open as he pulled back slightly to look up into the shocked eyes of Keiko.

They laid there, staring at each other and not really knowing what to do. Keiko began to blush as she realized she'd been caught, for her hand--though stilled at the moment--remained touching the ear she'd been caressing. She didn't really want to move it either, she rather enjoyed rubbing them. Then a mischievous thought crossed her mind. Who said shehad to move them? Slowly, a wicked smile appeared on her lips.

Youko really didn't want to relinquish the soft warmth of Keiko's body but--at the same time--he didn't want to push her either. Sighing, he prepared to move, but came up short when the pleasurable sensation of his ears being rubbed started up again. Eyes widening, Youko looked back at Keiko and was shocked to see the look of contentment her eyes bore. Youko groaned as he pulled her closer against his body, moaning when her fingers brushed over a sensitive spot before suddenly switching her hand to his other ear. As her fingers began massaging his ear, working her way towards the tip, Youko shuddered against her.

"Keiko, you should stop," Youko warned her as he tried to pull away a short distance, against his will.

"What if I don't want to," Keiko said softly as she applied a bit more pressure as her fingers rubbed over the same spot that had made him shudder before.

Growling in pleasured frustration, Youko quickly rolled over so that he was resting on top of Keiko, one of his legs nestled firmly between her thighs as his head hovered over hers. He nearly sighed in relief when her fingers still remained on his ear, though he was sure she could feel his stiff length resting against her hip.

"I suggest you stop unless you wish to go much further," Youko told her, grinding his hips against hers to emphasize his point.

He expected her to realize the fine line she was walking and cease rubbing his ears. To pull away while blushing and stutter furiously as she withdrew from their intimate position. That's what he expected. He did not expect the smile she directed back at him, nor did he expect her to raise her other hand and begin stroking both his ears at the same time. And he especially did not expect her to shift against him in her own point of emphasis as she spoke, "And I repeat," she said, her voice coming out in a near purr of seduction, "What if I don't want to stop?"

Youko growled at her comment right before he dropped his head and took Keiko's lips in a bruising kiss. His tongue swept out of his mouth, and he was shocked when he felt her mouth yeild to his immediately. After getting over his shock, he moved his hand up to her cheek, tilting her head to give him better access to her warm mouth. Keiko responded without hesitation, her tongue rising to the occasion to battle willingly with Youko's. Allowing the heat of the moment to guide her, she stole one of her hands through the river of silver silk, down the muscular shoulders and back, to come to rest at the base of Youko's tail bone, just above where his tail protruded. Both hands began stroking with coordinated actions, causing Youko to groan deeply as an intense sensation nearly overwhelmed him.

Youko pulled away from Keiko's lips as her fingers brushed over his sensitive skin. "Mm, so my little vixen has returned, ne?" He growled lustfully.

Keiko answered him with another stroke of his ear and tail.

Youko slid his hand from her cheek down her body, his fingers ghosting over her skin, until his hand came to her breast. His thumb brushed over her nipple, drawing a gasp from her, effectively breaking the kiss. He waited until her eyes drifted open before he moved again. With a smirk, Youko lowered his head down her body, keeping eye contact with the woman beneath him.

As he moved down her body, he applied a string of feather soft kisses in his wake, earning him soft gasps and moans from deep within her throat. Smirking, he captured a rose colored nipple between his lips, his tongue flicking the hardened nub teasingly. He brought a hand up to cup the other breast and Keiko shifted slightly, arching her back to get as close to the sweet sensation as possible.

Youko slid his leg further between her thighs, spreading them farther apart as he moved into position above her. His head came up, amber eyes searching out hers as Keiko lifted her legs to wrap them securely around the kitsune's trim waist. Youko grinned at her compliance before lowering his head back down to capture the other nipple. An idle hand began to stroke its way down her ribs, hips and thighs.

Goose bumps rose on the skin he tenderly teased, causing her to shiver, a soft whimper of pleasure escaping her lips.

"Ah, Youko... " she moaned weakly, "Please, don't tease..."

"Oh, but my sweet vixen, teasing is half the fun..." he whispered seductively over her sensitive breast.

Keiko began to rock her hips against Youko, searching for the ever present need that Kurama had awakened in her earlier that night. Youko gave a soft growl of pleasure as he pressed back against her. Moving his hand between them, he placed it upon her womanhood, slipping a single finger between the folds and lovingly began to stroke her, feeling her already moist sex become wet even more. Keiko moved against his hand, searching for the release her body was craving. Her fingers became lost in a river of silver silk as she entwined them in his hair.

Youko once again moved back up her body, never removing his hand from between her thighs. He captured her lips in a possessive kiss, his tongue slipping past her lips as they parted in a soft gasp. Keiko moaned into Youko's mouth as she felt the pleasure from his actions building her toward a climax, her hips arching up into his hand, hoping to create more friction. Her own hands that were buried in his hair moved to once again massage his ears, drawing a pleased growl from Youko's throat as he pulled away from her lips.

Youko's free hand moved to cup Keiko's breast, tweaking the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, smirking when he heard her moan and saw her tilt her head back in pleasure. His eyes brightened when they landed on the creamy skin of her neck and he lowered his lips, his teeth gently nipping at her skin, his finger still moving in her slick sheath.

Keiko began panting harder as her climax reached its peak, the tightening ball of pleasure near its bursting point. She crested the edge of completion at the same instant she heard Youko's animalistic growl near her ear as he felt her inner muscles contract invitingly. Withdrawing his fingers from her quivering heat, Youko clutched her hips in a sure hold before leaning down.

"Hold on tight." He whispered into her ear, barely giving her a second to comprehend his words before he was rising up, lifting her from the futon as he moved into a sitting position with her straddling his lap.

Keiko squeaked in surprise, her legs tightening their hold around his waist as her arms went around his neck at the sudden shift in position. Brown eyes sought out golden amber as she realized his intention.

"Y-Youko?" She managed to stammer as she felt him lift her up slightly then lower her again. Her voice was lost as the sensation of his hardened length penetrating her stole it away.

She instantly found it again when Youko lifted her once more, though not high enough to remove his member from her entirely, before abruptly slamming her down upon his heated flesh, hard.

"AHH!" she cried, her arms tightening around his corded neck as he did it again... and again.

Over and over he repeated the process until he felt Keiko begin to follow the movements on her own. Soon, Youko had no need to guide them as Keiko untwined her arms from his neck, bringing her hands to his shoulders. Her nails dug into his skin where her hands clenched as she began to ride him.

Youko groaned, his head falling back as his hands merely rested on Keiko's hips, seemingly along for the ride. He could feel her inner muscles clenching rhythmically as she worked her body up and down his aching length, her soft breasts rubbing against his chest. Pulling his head back upright, he opened his eyes, idly wondering when they had closed, and watched Keiko's pleasure filled face, her head cocked to the side, her mouth open, allowing gasps and moans to escape her lips frequently.

Growling, he leaned forward and attached his lips to her collarbone, suckling and nipping at the skin, slowly working his way south, towards her slightly bouncing breasts. Capturing a rosy tip between his lips, Youko applied a gentle pressure as he suckled whilst his arms moved to encircle her waist, drawing her even closer. Velvety inner muscles clenched, giving the slightest indication of Keiko's approaching orgasm. Youko took the signal to heart as he leaned backward, moving to lie on his back, allowing him the ability to rock his own hips in synchronization with Keiko's own.

As soon as she began to convulse around him, Youko acted, rolling them so that she was trapped beneath him. Youko felt himself on the brink of his own orgasm and proceeded to increase the pace of his thrusts as he buried his face in the crook of Keiko's neck and began to lick at the fading mark.

Keiko moaned at the mixed sensation of pain and pleasure as she faintly felt Youko's fangs pierce her skin and infuse the mark with more of his energy to renew his temporary claim. Her slender hands rose up to bury themselves in the thick mass of Youko's hair before trailing up stroke his ears teasingly. Youko groaned, removing his fangs from her neck as he shifted to his knees slightly, lifting her hips with him to continue his thrusts and Keiko responded immediately. Her hands fell from his hair, clasping the sheet and used futon beneath her for leverage as they finished the ride to blissful oblivion together.

She felt Youko collapse on top of her momentarily before he moved himself to her side. Keiko sighed contently, snuggling closer to Youko's warmth despite her pleasantly aching body. Youko let a small smile creep onto his lips as he wrapped his tails around his human and nuzzled the mark on her neck. Drawing back after a moment, Youko peered down at the thoroughly satiated Keiko before suddenly rising to his feet. Keiko looked up at him questioningly before squeaking in surprise as he swooped down and lifted her into his arms.

"Let's bathe, my vixen." He stated as he stepped over the rumpled futon and towards the entrance to the tent.

"What?! Youko, no! We don't have clothes on!" Keiko protested.

"I'm sure you don't bathe with clothing, ne?"

"B-but what about the camp? Those horribly, disgusting things could see me!" `And those other slaves could see you.' A suspiciously jealous sounding voice echoed in her mind.

Youko smirked. "If it means that much to you, fetch the sheet. It matters not to me in all honesty."

Keiko's eyes narrowed dangerously, "Well, it matters to me! You are not parading through this camp naked, Youko Kurama!"

Youko's eyebrows rose in understanding. ~I see instinctive jealousy lingers here.~ he thought. "Okay, my slave," he said aloud, winking at her devilishly, "we shall share the sheet, but nothing else. Any other cloth is too constricting."

With that, Youko knelt down again to retrieve the sheet and wrapped it around both him and his suddenly possessive little vixen as he exited the tent.

~*~

Meanwhile in the next tent, Hiei laid upon his futon, his comforting night and darkness slowly slipping away from him in the wake of the coming dawn. Shizuru lay beside him, curled up in blissful sleep. His sister rested on a small pallet near him on his other side, sleeping comfortably. No matter how hard he tried, he could not get his mind to shut down and let him rest. He was too confused and overwhelmed by his own actions earlier that day.

`Dammit, what the hell was I thinking marking her like that? She is most likely to try and truly kill-' He inwardly smirked at the thought. 'Well, that wouldn't be anything new with her. But that still leaves the question as to why it happened. How could I have lost so much control during that simple act? I have never been that careless before, obviously, considering I have never marked the ones I have mated with before. What does this mean, then?'

Shizuru shifting in her sleep drew his attention from his thoughts and he turned slightly to look at her. He was slightly surprised when she rolled and snuggled into his chest in her sleep, her arm moving to wrap around his waist. A warm feeling of contentment welled up inside of him as she fell back into a restful sleep. Maybe this odd feeling was the cause of his loss of control.

Whatever the reason, Hiei suddenly felt extremely relaxed. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, his hand pulling the sheet up with it, and drifted off into a peaceful sleep, content to let his worries wait until later.

~*~

George peered around the crowded campgrounds. Koenma had told him the others were around here… Somewhere. He stepped into the main part of camp, scratching his head, considering peeking his head into the tents. Just as he was about to head off in search of them someone grabbed his elbow. He turned back to find a young man at his side.

"Eh?"

The shorter, white haired demon frowned up at him and was about to say something when someone called his name.

"George!"

The blue ogre turned in the direction his name was shouted, and from across the market he saw the white haired kitsune heading toward him, a female in tow behind. He blinked, was he wearing a sheet?

"Ah, Youko, good to see you."

Youko peered around George, coming face to face with Bakura. He spared the slave trader a glance before looking back at George.

"What took so long?" Youko asked irritably, motioning for the other to follow as he walked away. "I've got a girl for you. Come see."

As he did,George could see it was Keiko in the sheet with him, looking somewhere between embarrassed and furious. Either at the stares she was getting from the other demons or the fact she was prancing around camp in a sheet. He couldn't tell.

"Er… right, right." The ogre called out, falling into step behind the sheet draped kitsune and human.

From behind the departing group, a pair of intense brown eyes narrowed. 'Which girl does he intend to sell the oni?' Bakura thought, shifting the two bundles of clothing Ankoku had ordered him to deliver to the new arrivals.

'If he sells his human before Ankoku-sama has had a chance to sample her, then the master will be most displeased.'

Figuring he needed to discover what was going on, Bakura proceeded to follow the direction in which Youko, George and Keiko had gone.

As he neared the two tents, he could sense the auras of the entire group within the fire demon's domicile and decided to blend in with the passing crowd to observe which slave the blue, horned ogre left with.

~*~

Hiei looked up when the flap to his tent was pulled to the side, and saw Youko and Keiko walk in, wrapped in a sheet, probably from their futon, followed by George. Yukina sat up straight, before bowing modestly, murmuring a quiet hello to the newcomers from where she sat on Hiei's left. Shizuru, on Hiei's right, looked up and nodded at the small group.

"Hello, Hiei. George is here to purchase Yukina from you," Youko said, his voice slightly changing at the word 'purchase.'

Hiei glanced up at the ogre that nearly towered over him and then over at Yukina who was in the process of straightening her linens into folded piles.

"No."

Everyone stopped. Keiko peered around from behind Youko, eyebrows narrowed.

"What the hell do you mean 'no'?" She snapped, wanting her friend outside the walls of this hellish place and back to someplace safe.

He shot her a glare and she ducked behind Youko quietly. "She's not going with him."

Youko turned a glance toward George. "Whether or not you approve of Yukina's escort back to the Reikai isn't the issue, think of the alternative." He suggested logically, hoping to quell Hiei's morning grumpiness and get back to his own tent.

Keiko looked pissed about the sheet and he wanted to calm her down, or maybe just tick her off some more… Whichever proved more fun when the time came, he determined.

Yukina stood. "I think it will be just fine. I'm sure he will be a good escort."

She tossed a tentative smile at the tall Reikai servant and moved toward him.

"It would be easier anyway, with me out of the way."

Her reasoning seemed to dare Hiei to challenge, and he, as expected, did not. He merely waved a hand absently as though to shoo all the unwanted parties out of his tent.

George nodded before reaching for a pouch tied on the side of his loincloth. He tossed it to Hiei who, in turn, tossed it to Youko. The kitsune opened the small pouch to see a hefty amount of money inside, perhaps double what he had spent on purchasing Yukina in the first place. He looked at Hiei.

"Let's call it even, shall we?" The fire demon stated and Youko nodded.

"Very well, then. If all is settled here, Keiko and I shall return to our tent for a time. We still must dress before breakfast."

The kitsune left then, followed by Keiko. George took hold of Yukina's leash and waved goodbye to Shizuru and Hiei before also departing, leaving the two occupants of the tent in a suddenly uncomfortable silence.

~*~

Outside, Bakura watched as the tall one departed, the young koorime he'd sold to the other following along on her leash. Had the demon purchased her for his friend? He hadn't mentioned him, but he supposed it didn't really matter.

Determining the other slave was staying and he wouldn't be in any trouble, he approached the fire demon's tent to deliver the first of Ankoku's presents. He stood outside the tent's entrance and allowed his energy to flare slightly in a non-threatening way to ensure the occupant of the tent knew of his presence. A moment passed before the flap was thrown open and the dark haired demon exited. He was just replacing his katana into the sheath strapped at his waist; his upper body was bare.

Bakura tilted his head to the side slightly, his dark eyes peering through the small gap in the tent's flap and a small smirk came to his lips as he caught a glimpse of female flesh before the fire demon growled a warning at him, snapping the flap completely closed.

"What do you want," Hiei sneered, not exactly in the mood for visitors. Having to hand his sister over to that incompetent ogre had put him in a fairly bad mood.

Bakura stepped back a pace, hoping to at least appear complacent. No need to ruffle unnecessary feathers, he thought, eyeing the demon before him. He wasn't exactly looking for trouble, especially with Ankoku in residence. "I was asked to deliver this to you, a gift from the generous Lord Ankoku."

Hiei accepted the nondescript bundle, a frown marring his features at what he had gathered from the lackey's mind. `They don't want to upset us, huh? There must be something we don't know about,' Hiei thought as he put on a show of examining the package. Noticing that the demon had yet to leave, he looked up and caught his eye.

"Is there anything else, or are you just wasting my time," Hiei growled.

"Well, the package is actually for your slave. My lord requested that she wear only the contents to the dinner tonight," Bakura said, not at all happy with the fire demon's attitude.

At a particularly offensive glower, however, Bakura decided to take his business elsewhere. He still needed to get over to Youko's and deliver the other package. Not that he was looking forward to it. He was thinking Ankoku should get another errand boy; he was far too busy to deal with this.

`Dealing with these moody clients is really a rather shotty job,' he thought, readjusting his remaining package. `Although,' he thought back to the sight of moaning women and female faces contorted in pain, `it really is such a good place to work.'

Bowing slightly, the white haired demon departed, leaving Hiei to continue scowling down at the package and made his way to the next tent over. Once again, he allowed his aura to flare non-threateningly, and waited for the silver kitsune to make an appearance.

It took a bit longer for the fox to appear at the entrance than it had Hiei, and by the way the demon's hair was mussed, his absence of clothes and not to mention the glare on his face, it was quite apparent that he had come at a bad time…

"Yes," Youko growled, his amber eyes focusing briefly on the package Bakura held in his hand, then settled a glare on the demon that had interrupted his fun.

Bakura swallowed at the glare that was sent his way.`Definitely a bad time,' he thought before speaking up. "Ankoku-sama wished me to present this gift to you. He asked that your slave wear only the contents of the package to the dinner tonight," Bakura informed the silver kitsune, holding out the package for him to take.

If there was one thing he'd learned working here, it was never to interrupt the customers when they were playing with their new slaves.

Youko eyed the package, grabbed it and dropped the tent flap closed in Bakura's face.

Bakura turned away with a huff, but was altogether glad. Some confrontations resulting from interrupted playing sessions ended with impaled heads and he damn sure wasn't interesting in fighting.

Now that his orders had been carried out it was all up to those two to show up on time. He headed back to his tent with a sigh. Where were all the customers today, he wondered, stepping in his tent.

Meanwhile, inside the first tent, Hiei dropped the bundle that Bakura had given him into Shizuru's lap. "Here. You are to dress in this for the dinner tonight." He said gruffly, before stalking across the tent to retrieve his shirt and cloak.

Shizuru cocked an eyebrow at the bundle before daring to look in the fire demon's direction. "Do I get to bathe before this dinner thing?"

Shizuru could sense the slight tensing of Hiei's body at her question and mentally slapped herself. Why had she asked that? Did she really want to risk a replay of their last bath together? Absently, she raised a hand to rub at the mark on her neck. He still hadn't given her an explanation about that. She eyed him again, noting that he still had his back to her, his head bowed slightly as if examining the dark material in his hands.

"Look, forget I asked. I can go without a bath for one day. Hell, it might help keep those letches out there away while we're here."

Hiei turned to look at Shizuru, his eyes widened a fraction at her. "That would hardly help. Some of the creatures here would find that more attractive," Hiei told her, heavily weighing the costs of taking another bath with her. She was his mate, even if she didn't know it, so he would be unable to make the same mistake of marking her as he did before.

Shizuru wrinkled her nose. "Some of them really think like that," she asked, glancing from her dirty clothes to the distant fire demon.

Hiei nodded. "I'll take you for a bath later," he told her as he wrapped his cloak back around his shoulders.

Shizuru sighed, knowing that that would be the best she would get from her psuedo-master for the moment and proceeded to busy herself by rolling up Yukina's old bedding as well as hers and Hiei's.

~*~

The heavy panting and moaning coming from within Youko Kurama's tent left no doubts in anyone's mind, exactly what was taking place. Inside, Youko rolled off of Keiko, a small smile gracing his lips as he rested on the rumpled futon, Keiko curling up against his side. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, settling her into the crook of his arm.

Keiko snuggled against Youko's firm body, wincing slightly at the dull ache that plagued her in intimate places. "You know, if you keep this up, I won't be able to walk by the time we get back home." She grumbled a bit unhappily into his chest.

Youko's smile widened with male pride before concern marred his features. "I have a plant that will ease the pain for you," he told her, his arm around her shoulders pulling her closer. "But for now, get some rest."

Keiko blinked. "Really?" The fox nodded, and she smiled, "Thanks, Youko." Her eyes wandered from Youko's golden gaze, across the tent to the small bundle that the kitsune had thew down carelessly a number of minutes before. "What is that?" She asked innocently.

Youko's eyes drifted to the package. "That is a gift from the owner of this camp. He wants you to wear whatever is in there to dinner tonight," he told her, his hand moving down to rest on her hip. "You should get some rest before dinner," he told her.

Despite her desire to protest, Keiko finally gave in when a yawn escaped her suddenly. Being Youko Kurama's slave certainly was a tiring job… one that she found she enjoyed entirely too much. Trusting that her kitsune would find that plant he had talked about for her before dinner, Keiko wrapped herself around the warm body beside her and fell fast asleep.

~*~

TBC…