Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Potter and The King of Thieves ❯ Chapter Twenty-Four ( Chapter 24 )
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By: SoarMore_FlyHigher 
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 08.20.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.1K | Visits: 426 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy / Angst | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 08.20.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.1K | Visits: 426 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho, Harry Potter or ‘What do I have to do’ by Stabbing Westward. I do not know why I put a bloody song in this. I think because I was listening to it and I though like, the first few lines went well...
WARNING: There is a lemon in this chapter with two of the guys we love very much. I’m sorry if I promised some of you this wouldn’t be yoai, but it couldn’t be helped. Blame my sister who gave me the idea. If enough of you have a problem with it, I won’t write anymore of it.
Who are the two? Why don’t you all wait and see.
I hope you all don’t hate me for turning it this way, but I have to.
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“I have to… Lucius is my friend, and I’ve vowed to protect him. Beside…” Youko sighed and flexed his claws dangerously.
“The Dark Lord wishes for me to do it.” They all gasped in shock, as Youko charged straight for Yusuke and in a second, Yusuke was on the ground with deep claw marks across his cheek. He got up slowly and another sharp attack was sent at him, and again, he took the blow. Youko stood over the teen, a sick grin found its way across his face and his claws hung over Yusuke, ready to attack.
“Don’t do this, Youko! You’re better than they are. You wouldn’t attack your friends.” Kurama stepped in between the two and glared at his demon side. The two stared at each other intensely until they both leapt at each other and in a flash, Youko was slammed against the ground, barely dodging fierce attacks. Hiei pulled out his sword and jumped into the brawl, sending the sword through Youko’s shoulder and into the ground, pinning him.
“He might be under the imperius curse,” Hermione explained to them. Yusuke gave her a dumb look and she scolded,
“It’s a spell that can let you control others. It’s dangerous. He could be under the influence of it. We need to counter-”
“He is under no curse, Ms. Granger,” Lucius growled, standing up and pulling out his wand. With a flick of his wrist, Hiei’s sword turned to dust and set Youko free.
“You’re brainwashing him,” Yusuke growled, raising his hand, charging his famous spirit gun.
“You’ve turned him into a monster.” Youko’s eyes widened in disbelief and looked to Yusuke, who was looking at him as well.
“It’s true. The Youko we know isn’t a monster anymore.” Youko was at a loss. He wanted to go back on Yusuke’s side, but he didn’t wish to fight Lucius or Voldemort. However, Yusuke was right. Youko knew he wasn’t himself. Since when has he ever referred to Voldemort the way a servant would? His head spun, once again his vision blurred, and his hearing went fuzzy.
“I-I’m sorry.” Quickly, with the last of his strength, he sent a blast of his own energy at the large palace behind him, blowing it to smithereens. At once, the other death eaters pointed to the sky and with a simple murmur of the spell, a flash flew into the sky, and there appeared the Dark Mark.
“Too bad,” Lucius cooed sarcastically. “Youko belongs with us, and forever will he serve our lord. I guess our friendship is far stronger than yours.” At that, they all disappeared with a pop.
“Damn them,” Hiei growled, picking up the last bit of his sword and tossed it aside in anger. Harry, Hermione and Ron paled and bowed their heads. They trusted Youko, and he wound up being on the bad side. They helped him and he just ditched them for Lucius.
“So, Malfoy and Youko are friends? Man, he doesn’t have good taste, eh?” Ron tried to get a giggle out of someone, and thankfully, both Harry and Hermione choked out a laugh. Yusuke growled in anger, and pointed his index finger at a pillar. The three students raised their eyebrows.
“Damn it!” At that, the light blue blast of his energy dissolved the stone and continued on destroying whatever was in its path (a bunch of trees and stuff.. Maybe a house or two). Harry, Ron and Hermione stared in awe, but snapped out of it when the sound of sirens filed the air and were getting closer.
“We better go,” Botan urged, grabbing Yusuke and pulling him away.
“Let’s get to Genkai. Maybe she can help,” Kuwabara stated as they ran down the street and to the subway.
“Yeah, let’s go,” Yusuke, sighed, looking at the ground as they paid and boarded quickly. He looked at Kurama, who looked just as miserable and down as he felt. Kurama gave a little smile, but it quickly disappeared and his green eyes filled with dread and remorse.
“We’ll get him back,” Botan reassured, give everyone a smile and a hug. Unfortunately, not everyone thought that. After twenty minutes of silence, the train came to another halt and they got off, and headed for Genkai.
- - -
You make it hard to breathe
It's as if I'm suffocating
And when you're next to me
I can feel your heartbeat through my skin.
It makes me sad to think
this could all be for nothing.
Youko sat on the edge of the large bed in the room he was given at the Malfoy’s mansion, dabbing a purple liquid over Lucius’ wounds, healing them almost instantly. The two sat quietly as this was going on, neither of them even groaning in pain and fatigue. Youko suddenly felt his arms go numb and dropped the bowl on the floor. He whimpered and looked down at his arms, which lay limp on his lap. Lucius looked up and saw the shocked and almost scared look in Youko’s eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Youko grimpped his hand into a fist and a wave of relief washed over him.
“Nothing. Nothing at all,” he whispered picking up the cracked pottery, placed it on the table, and grabbed a cloth to clean up the mess of purple guck. Lucius watched Youko scrub the carpet , trying to get all of it out of the blood red fabric. Lucius watched at Youko’s lean form moved back and forth, and dirty thoughts filled his mind. He licked his lips unconsciously, and almost slapped himself when he realized what he did.
“(Spell to clean up messes)” Youko stopped then looked at Lucius painfully.
“You could have done that a minute ago.” Lucius chuckled and Youko sat back down on the silk clad bed. Youko sighed in exhaustion and closed his eyes. Lucius examined the fox and frowned. His hair lay limp against his face and once was bright silver was now a dull and unhealthy gray color. His once golden eyes had turned to a dull brown and heavy bag formed under his eyes. His skin was dramatically paler and lost the shine it used to possess. Lucius’ frown deepened and he reached out to pet the poor fox behind his ear. A small sigh escaped his lips and he leaned into his touch, purring lightly. Lucius let Youko rest his head on his lap as he massaged his ears lovingly.
“You poor thing,” he whispered, making Youko open his eyes and stare up and him in confusion.
“What are-” Before he could finish his sentence, Lucius bent down and softly touched Youko‘s lips with his own. His eyes widened suddenly, but soon lazily closed as Lucius’ tongue probed its way into his parted mouth. Youko allowed the wizard to explore his mouth, letting him take control, and he moaned as Lucius continued to rub his ears. They broke the kiss for air and they looked at each other, smiling.
“You taste good, for a human,” the fox teased reaching up and stroking Lucius’ cheek. Youko frowned as he traced the jaw line of the wizard with his thumb. Lucius wasn’t the kind of person to do something like this. The sad thought of Lucius trying to gain his trust to use him crossed his mind and he did his best to push it away. They had been friends ever since he had saved Lucius from Ministry wizards when he had been captured. That night was probably the last time he would let anyone get close enough to him until he was shot.
The same uneasy thoughts filled his head and questions flew by him. What if this was a trap? Would he really take advantage of him in this extremely weakened state of his? What would he do? Youko pushed them back with all the mental power he could until Lucius looked down at him with concern.
‘No, he wouldn’t. I know he won’t.’ Youko looked into his eyes, and saw nothing but truth and love. This was the rare side of Lucius Malfoy no one, not even his wife has seen. To the fox, he was the kindest being right next to his other friends, Yusuke, Botan, Shuichi, his mother. In return, Youko gave Lucius the side he never showed anyone before either. The side that wanted to love him, and give him his world and soul. Besides, Youko had never had these kinds of feelings towards anyone, not even to the treasures he work so hard to plunder. He knew Lucius would never trick him.
I wish there was a way,
a way for you to see inside of me.
I've never felt this way
about anyone or anything,
tell me...
Youko smiled up at him and entangled his hands in Lucius’ platinum hair, and with great force, he pulled Lucius down and captured his lips in a very passionate kiss. Their tongues raged a battle for dominance and neither gave in. Youko dragged his claws down the back of Lucius’ neck and moaned as the wizard’s hands wandered over his chest and down to his thighs.
(What do I have to do)
to make you happy?
(What do I have to do)
to make you understand?
(What do I have to do)
to make you want me?
But if I can't make you want me,
what do I have to do?
From under his head, Youko could feel the human’s member becoming hard, and not to mention his own swelled with pleasure under the soft touches of Lucius. Youko quickly, without breaking the kiss for more than a second, sat up and pinned the other to the bed. Again, the kiss was broke by the lack of air and panting heavily, Youko left a trail of butterfly kisses along Malfoy’s jaw, undoing his black cloak and tossing it aside. Lucius let out a small moan and grabbed Youko’s head roughly, pulling him into another long kiss.
Youko unbuttoned Malfoy’s shirt revealing a smooth, pale chest. His body was pretty muscular for someone who’s never picked up anything heavier than a few books. He traced his fingers down his chest sensually, making the man underneath him moan with pleasure. He then left Lucius’ lips to leave a trail of kisses along his jaw line and down his neck to his right nipple. His tongue, he swirled it around his mouth, lightly nibbling and sucking it.
The reaction the fox was looking for was granted for Lucius started to moan lightly in pleasure, head thrown back. Smirking, Youko gripped the left nipple and started to sensually twist and turn it with his thumb and forefinger. Keeping this up for a little longer, he finally stopped and dragged his tongue back up to Lucius’ open mouth before shoving it in.
I know exactly what you're thinking,
but I swear this time I will not let you down.
I'm not as selfish as I used to be
that holds apart of me that never made me proud.
Right now I think I would try anything,
anything at all to keep you satisfied.
At this point, both of their hardened members were trapped uncomfortably within their pants, pulsating and begging to be freed. Youko quickly undid Malfoy’s pants, tossed them on the floor and gazed down at Malfoy, smiling at his dripping penis. Youko grabbed Lucius’ member and rubbed it slowly. Youko smiled again when Malfoy let out another moan and arched his back. He bent down and licked its head and lightly nipping at the delicate flesh. Malfoy whimpered as Youko continued to tease him, and grabbed his head roughly. Youko lifted his head and looked up at the pile of mush underneath him.
“Youko.. Please!” With a satisfied grin, the fox gladly took Malfoy’s whole member into his mouth making Lucius moan happily, and started to suck at a slow pace.
God, I hope you see,
what losing you would do to me.
All I want is one more chance,
Tell me...
“Mmm.. More..!” Lucius’ breathless demand fell on def ears and Youko continued to tease him with his slowness. Malfoy thrust forward, but Youko held onto his hips firmly. He increased his pace slowly, making Malfoy moan and whisper his name over and over again.
“Oh, Youko. Youko, Youko. Please! Youko..!” The fox finally gave in and gave it all he had, making Malfoy gasp and groan louder. Running his tongue along Lucius’ shaft, he reached out and started to fiddle his ball sac. Youko sensed Lucius’ climax and he pulled away, and was given a whimper from the human.
“Shh, it’s alright,” he said, pulling off his own pants and tossing them onto the floor. He kissed Malfoy once again and began to rub his thighs and buttcheeks. “This might be a little uncomfortable,” Youko cooed, before preparing to shove his pointer finger in his anus.
Hissing in discomfort, Lucius burried his face in Youko’s locks. Wrapping his arms around Youko’s shoulder blades, he muffled something into the hair, making the fox’s ear twitch. It wasn’t until Youko added another finger and started to move them in a scissor like manner did he realize he was muttering curses.
Rubbing his back, Youko quickly added a third finger, thrusting them in and out, before withdrawing them. He spread Lucius’ cheeks apart and positioned himself so he could easily insert himself into Malfoy with minimum pain. Once his tip entered his hole, Malfoy clenched his teeth in pain and gripped Youko’s shoulders, trying to control a cry of pain. Youko slowed down and whispered soft words to the human to try to comfort him.
(What do I have to do)
to make you happy?
(What do I have to do)
to make you understand?
(What do I have to do)
to make you want me?
But if I can't make you want me,
just tell me, tell me!
Once he was fully sheathed into Malfoy, Youko let the man shift until he was comfortable and when Malfoy wiggled a bit and let out a small pleasure filled moan, Youko pulled out and thrust back in, making them both moan. Youko slowly increased the power and speed of the thrusts until they were both panting and in a sea of pleasure. Youko’s demonic speed and power made each thrust more than the last. Malfoy threw his head back and moaned loudly.
Sensing his own climax approaching, Youko grabbed onto Lucius’ shaft and rubbed in unison to his thrust. Lucius threw his head back in pleasure and cried out. Youko was glad Mrs. Malfoy was on the other side of the mansion because with one last powerful thrust, both Lucius and Youko climaxed and cried out loudly.
How can I?
How can I?
How can I?
Youko collapsed beside Lucius onto the bed and they lay there, panting and sweaty. Youko nuzzled Lucius’ neck and sighed contently. Lucius wrapped his arms around Youko’s shoulders and pecked him lightly on the lips. Just then, the sound of footsteps in the empty and marble halls reached them and they scuffled about the room, trying to gather their clothing.
After much chaos, the two were fully clothed and sat on the opposite sides of the room. Youko sat at a chair near the window and Lucius on the bed. A knock came from the door and Youko couldn’t help but crack a smirk.
“Enter,” Malfoy ordered breathlessly, quickly wiping away the sweat on his forehead. A maid entered the room and bowed towards Lucius.
“Your wife wishes to speak with you,” she said quietly. Lucius dismissed her and looked over to Youko who was looking out the window now.
“Don’t get into any trouble,” Lucius warned, standing up and dusting off his cloak. Once the doors closed behind him and the room was filled with a lonely silence, Youko smiled warily and sighed happily.
(What do I have to do)
to make you want me?
(What do I have to do)
to make understand?
(What do I have to do)
to make you love me?
But if I can't make you love me
Just tell me what do I have to do
To forget about you?
Yoko got to his feet and stumbled back to the bed and sat down on its wrinkled and abused sheets. A headache took root and he rested his head in his palms.
‘He really is amazing,’ Youko thought before his headache turned into severe pain. He groaned and rocked back and forth as the pain worsened and worsened. Before he knew it, he was on the floor whimpering. His throat felt dry and he fell into a fit of painful coughs. The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth after each cough, more badly than the next. Specks of blood fell into Youko’s hand and a wave of nausea and numbness fell over him. He vomited a few times before he sat up and felt his body disappear.
Youko heard cries from the doorway, but he couldn’t make out what they were saying. His sight blurred and his hearing went all muffled and he felt himself falling. He was caught just in time and when he looked up he saw the face of one of Lucius’ many servants. She quickly paid him down and ran out. Youko stared up at the ceiling, and it wasn’t long until another wave of pain washed over him. He rolled over onto his stomach and vomited repeatedly. A sharp pain erupted from his back and he heard Lucius’ voice, calm and distant. The fox looked up towards the door to see Lucius staring down at him.
“Oh well. It was fun while he lasted.” Youko reached out but, just before he could even grab his cloak, the man closed the door. Youko felt tears come down his cheek and he closed his eyes.
‘Please let this be a nightmare!’ When he opened his eyes, he found himself still sitting on the chair near the window. The pain from before was still strong, but it died down dramatically, and he stood up quickly and examined the spotless room.
‘It was a dream. How odd.’ Youko sat down on the chair and looked out at the almost full moon.
“The moon will be full tomorrow,” Youko said to himself. He wondered how his human counter part would fair by himself. Weary eyes closed and total relaxation took over the fox. Soon enough, he fell asleep again, but this time into a dreamless sleep.
- - -
“Idiots,” the old woman stated after the seven walked through the doors to her temple. Harry, Ron and Hermione, who have never been to Japan before, took their time to explore the home, taking in the authentic structure and beauty of the property. They were in complete awe when Ron touched Genkai’s play station and received a beating from the old woman. While they explained (in Japanese) what happened, Harry and the others decided to have a little talk themselves.
“Do you think Malfoy was telling the truth about Youko not being under the curse,” Ron asked them as they sat down in the middle of an empty room. They stayed silent until Hermione spoke up.
“I hope not. If he is, then we are in deep trouble. Youko Kurama was one of You-Know-Who’s strongest follower. If we wind up fighting him, we might not win.” Harry bowed his head, letting his bangs cover up his eyes. They probably could win. Youko looked tired and weakened for some reason. Maybe something happened when he was split into two people?
“Did anyone else,” Harry began, looking up at the two, “notice that Youko looked a little… Dull?” The two nodded.
“Yeah. I noticed his hair was not as shiny and his eyes turned brown. What’s wrong with him?”
“He is fading away,” a voice from behind them answered. They spun around to face old Genkai herself.
“Youko Kurama lost his body when he was killed. His spirit then possessed the human body we all know him to be. When they separated them, they pulled his soul from the body leaving it unprotected. Without a body, he will soon disappear. His soul will not pass on and he will fade from existence, and forever float in between the living and spirit world, never to pass on.
“But he looked pretty solid to me,” Hermione commented, giving Genkai an ‘I don’t believe you’ look. She only laughed and shook her head.
“Dimwits will be dimwits. Listen, I know more about this than you know about your spells and incantations. He may be solid, but he has no body. Unless we can get him back into Kurama’s body or someone’s body, he won’t make it for very long. I say he has about two or three weeks till he goes.” She exited the room and left the three to ponder the new knowledge that their friend will soon be wiped from existence. Yes, even though they only met Youko a week ago and no matter whom he is, good or evil, he will always be their friend.
“We’ve got to do something,” Hermione urged. “We just need a plan.” Suddenly it hit the young witch and she gasp in realization.
“Harry! You have a direct connection with Kurama! If you concentrate hard enough, maybe you can see where he is at this moment!” Ron smiled too and nudged Harry.
“Yeah! Come on, mate. Give it a try.”
“But how,” asked Harry, frowning. He never tried to see Youko willingly, or even when he was awake.
“Just close your eyes and concentrate on him and your energy,” Hermione suggested. She wasn’t really sure herself, but if they don’t succeed, they could always go to the others for help. So Harry closed his eyes and breathed out slowly. The image of Youko Kurama came into his mind and he tried his hardest to feel his own energy. After a large amount of time, Harry didn’t come up with anything, until Hermione said,
“Maybe you should concentrate on his energy.” Harry tried to remember what the fox’s energy felt like. He remembered it felt like a fire in spring. He remembered how he felt drawn to it almost because it felt so comfortable even though it was cold and icy. Soon enough, a hazy image began to form with in the darkness of his closed eyes. It was a dark room filled with black, green, silver and red decorations and furnisher. There was a large canopy with ruffled bed sheets. Soon enough, the image of Lucius helping the fox to the bed joined the picture. Lucius muttered something to Youko and the two kissed deeply. Harry immediately opened his eyes and felt like wanting to gag.
“What? What’s wrong,” Ron asked. Harry made a face and shivered.
“Oh my God… I will be forever haunted by that image,” Harry cried, burying his face in his hands and screaming into them. Hermione raised an eyebrow and Harry looked up, his face was a mix of green nausea and red blush.
“I saw Youko. I’m not sure were he is, but he is in a pretty expensive place. Lucius was there and helped him onto a bed. And…” Harry trailed off and he shivered again in disgust. He never thought Draco’s father went that way as well. A sudden need to tell Malfoy his dad was gay filled him and an image of his look was priceless.
“And what?” Harry swallowed hard.
“And I saw them kiss! On the lips! Rtaher passionately!” The other two groaned and gasped. Ron stuck out his tongue and Hermione paled at the thought.
“I cannot imagine Mr. Malfoy homosexual,” she stated quietly.
“I can imagine Draco, but not his dad,” Ron said, shaking his head, trying to rid the image of them making out in his head. They normally wouldn’t have been so disgusted by homosexuality, but because it was a Malfoy of all people, it made them cringe.
“Well, try and track him down again. Maybe if he’s sleeping-”
“Hopefully,” Ron interrupted, making them all blush and Harry dreading to find him.
“You can communicate,” Hermione finished, slapping Ron on the back of his head. Harry closed his eyes reluctantly and concentrated on Youko once again. The image of Youko sleeping on the bed alone made him smile in relief. Harry looked at Youko intensely and thought,
‘Youko?’ Immediately Youko opened his eyes and looked around the room. Glad that he heard him, Harry thought again,
‘Youko. It’s me Harry!’ The fox sat up and scanned the room and shook his head.
“I must be seriously losing it,” he whispered, lying back down on the bed, hugging the satin pillow. Harry furrowed his eye brows and then thought loudly,
‘No you’re not. I’m talking to you using my mind.’ Youko sat up slowly and looked up.
“Is that so? Leave me alone. I do not wish to talk.” His voice was raspy and it made his voice sound quiet.
‘Youko, we just want to help you. If you don’t get back to you’re body, you will fade away. That’s why you’re so weak. You’re fading from existence!’ Youko laughed dryly and lay back down on the bed.
“Maybe I am. None the less, leave me be.” At that, the fox mentally blocked the boy, making the image dissolve back into darkness. Harry opened his eyes and growled angrily.
“I told him what his fate was, and he doesn’t care. Maybe we should let him fade.” Hermione gasped and narrowed her eyes at Harry.
“Don’t say that,” she said darkly making both boys a little uneasy. Just then, Botan entered the room, her usual smile was replaced with a horribly sad frown.
“Listen; do you three know where Youko might be?” Harry thought about the room he saw in his vision. It was pretty expensive and dark. The colors reminded him of something the Malfoy’s would have in their home.
“I think he is in the Malfoy’s home. I mean, it was well furnished, everything was satin, velvet or silk and it was pretty gloomy.” Botan smiled and thanked the three.
“You’ll be staying here the night. Unless you wish to return to Britain?” After much discussion, they all agreed to stay the night and then return to Number 12 Grimmauld Place in the morning. So, after a quit sullen dinner and a quiet clean up, the three were given a spare room and they slept not as peacefully as they hoped they would. Who would be able to anyway if they were faced with the dilemma like theirs? It was going to take everything they got to get Kurama back together and hopefully finally take down Voldemort once and for all.
- - -
Aww, poor Harry. I probably would have been begging for them to have sex if I was he. But anyway, did I surprise some of you, or was it obvious they would be together? I have a perfect plot twist for this. I got a good one, and it’s quite ironic. But, I don’t really want to use it. I think Lucius and Youko make a cute little couple. So, I hope some one you won’t kill me, and I hope some of you enjoyed this chapter.
This was the first lemon I’ve ever written with the least amount of help from my sister. I can read them, I just can’t write them. In all she probably only wrote like, a paragraph and a half out of the four pages. She revised it and now, I think I’m much more comfortable about writing more in the future… But unfortunately, they’ll have to be on MediaMiner. Oh well. After this chapter, they are now my favorite couple in YYHHP crossovers. SQUEEE!!!
WARNING: There is a lemon in this chapter with two of the guys we love very much. I’m sorry if I promised some of you this wouldn’t be yoai, but it couldn’t be helped. Blame my sister who gave me the idea. If enough of you have a problem with it, I won’t write anymore of it.
Who are the two? Why don’t you all wait and see.
I hope you all don’t hate me for turning it this way, but I have to.
- - -
“I have to… Lucius is my friend, and I’ve vowed to protect him. Beside…” Youko sighed and flexed his claws dangerously.
“The Dark Lord wishes for me to do it.” They all gasped in shock, as Youko charged straight for Yusuke and in a second, Yusuke was on the ground with deep claw marks across his cheek. He got up slowly and another sharp attack was sent at him, and again, he took the blow. Youko stood over the teen, a sick grin found its way across his face and his claws hung over Yusuke, ready to attack.
“Don’t do this, Youko! You’re better than they are. You wouldn’t attack your friends.” Kurama stepped in between the two and glared at his demon side. The two stared at each other intensely until they both leapt at each other and in a flash, Youko was slammed against the ground, barely dodging fierce attacks. Hiei pulled out his sword and jumped into the brawl, sending the sword through Youko’s shoulder and into the ground, pinning him.
“He might be under the imperius curse,” Hermione explained to them. Yusuke gave her a dumb look and she scolded,
“It’s a spell that can let you control others. It’s dangerous. He could be under the influence of it. We need to counter-”
“He is under no curse, Ms. Granger,” Lucius growled, standing up and pulling out his wand. With a flick of his wrist, Hiei’s sword turned to dust and set Youko free.
“You’re brainwashing him,” Yusuke growled, raising his hand, charging his famous spirit gun.
“You’ve turned him into a monster.” Youko’s eyes widened in disbelief and looked to Yusuke, who was looking at him as well.
“It’s true. The Youko we know isn’t a monster anymore.” Youko was at a loss. He wanted to go back on Yusuke’s side, but he didn’t wish to fight Lucius or Voldemort. However, Yusuke was right. Youko knew he wasn’t himself. Since when has he ever referred to Voldemort the way a servant would? His head spun, once again his vision blurred, and his hearing went fuzzy.
“I-I’m sorry.” Quickly, with the last of his strength, he sent a blast of his own energy at the large palace behind him, blowing it to smithereens. At once, the other death eaters pointed to the sky and with a simple murmur of the spell, a flash flew into the sky, and there appeared the Dark Mark.
“Too bad,” Lucius cooed sarcastically. “Youko belongs with us, and forever will he serve our lord. I guess our friendship is far stronger than yours.” At that, they all disappeared with a pop.
“Damn them,” Hiei growled, picking up the last bit of his sword and tossed it aside in anger. Harry, Hermione and Ron paled and bowed their heads. They trusted Youko, and he wound up being on the bad side. They helped him and he just ditched them for Lucius.
“So, Malfoy and Youko are friends? Man, he doesn’t have good taste, eh?” Ron tried to get a giggle out of someone, and thankfully, both Harry and Hermione choked out a laugh. Yusuke growled in anger, and pointed his index finger at a pillar. The three students raised their eyebrows.
“Damn it!” At that, the light blue blast of his energy dissolved the stone and continued on destroying whatever was in its path (a bunch of trees and stuff.. Maybe a house or two). Harry, Ron and Hermione stared in awe, but snapped out of it when the sound of sirens filed the air and were getting closer.
“We better go,” Botan urged, grabbing Yusuke and pulling him away.
“Let’s get to Genkai. Maybe she can help,” Kuwabara stated as they ran down the street and to the subway.
“Yeah, let’s go,” Yusuke, sighed, looking at the ground as they paid and boarded quickly. He looked at Kurama, who looked just as miserable and down as he felt. Kurama gave a little smile, but it quickly disappeared and his green eyes filled with dread and remorse.
“We’ll get him back,” Botan reassured, give everyone a smile and a hug. Unfortunately, not everyone thought that. After twenty minutes of silence, the train came to another halt and they got off, and headed for Genkai.
- - -
You make it hard to breathe
It's as if I'm suffocating
And when you're next to me
I can feel your heartbeat through my skin.
It makes me sad to think
this could all be for nothing.
Youko sat on the edge of the large bed in the room he was given at the Malfoy’s mansion, dabbing a purple liquid over Lucius’ wounds, healing them almost instantly. The two sat quietly as this was going on, neither of them even groaning in pain and fatigue. Youko suddenly felt his arms go numb and dropped the bowl on the floor. He whimpered and looked down at his arms, which lay limp on his lap. Lucius looked up and saw the shocked and almost scared look in Youko’s eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Youko grimpped his hand into a fist and a wave of relief washed over him.
“Nothing. Nothing at all,” he whispered picking up the cracked pottery, placed it on the table, and grabbed a cloth to clean up the mess of purple guck. Lucius watched Youko scrub the carpet , trying to get all of it out of the blood red fabric. Lucius watched at Youko’s lean form moved back and forth, and dirty thoughts filled his mind. He licked his lips unconsciously, and almost slapped himself when he realized what he did.
“(Spell to clean up messes)” Youko stopped then looked at Lucius painfully.
“You could have done that a minute ago.” Lucius chuckled and Youko sat back down on the silk clad bed. Youko sighed in exhaustion and closed his eyes. Lucius examined the fox and frowned. His hair lay limp against his face and once was bright silver was now a dull and unhealthy gray color. His once golden eyes had turned to a dull brown and heavy bag formed under his eyes. His skin was dramatically paler and lost the shine it used to possess. Lucius’ frown deepened and he reached out to pet the poor fox behind his ear. A small sigh escaped his lips and he leaned into his touch, purring lightly. Lucius let Youko rest his head on his lap as he massaged his ears lovingly.
“You poor thing,” he whispered, making Youko open his eyes and stare up and him in confusion.
“What are-” Before he could finish his sentence, Lucius bent down and softly touched Youko‘s lips with his own. His eyes widened suddenly, but soon lazily closed as Lucius’ tongue probed its way into his parted mouth. Youko allowed the wizard to explore his mouth, letting him take control, and he moaned as Lucius continued to rub his ears. They broke the kiss for air and they looked at each other, smiling.
“You taste good, for a human,” the fox teased reaching up and stroking Lucius’ cheek. Youko frowned as he traced the jaw line of the wizard with his thumb. Lucius wasn’t the kind of person to do something like this. The sad thought of Lucius trying to gain his trust to use him crossed his mind and he did his best to push it away. They had been friends ever since he had saved Lucius from Ministry wizards when he had been captured. That night was probably the last time he would let anyone get close enough to him until he was shot.
The same uneasy thoughts filled his head and questions flew by him. What if this was a trap? Would he really take advantage of him in this extremely weakened state of his? What would he do? Youko pushed them back with all the mental power he could until Lucius looked down at him with concern.
‘No, he wouldn’t. I know he won’t.’ Youko looked into his eyes, and saw nothing but truth and love. This was the rare side of Lucius Malfoy no one, not even his wife has seen. To the fox, he was the kindest being right next to his other friends, Yusuke, Botan, Shuichi, his mother. In return, Youko gave Lucius the side he never showed anyone before either. The side that wanted to love him, and give him his world and soul. Besides, Youko had never had these kinds of feelings towards anyone, not even to the treasures he work so hard to plunder. He knew Lucius would never trick him.
I wish there was a way,
a way for you to see inside of me.
I've never felt this way
about anyone or anything,
tell me...
Youko smiled up at him and entangled his hands in Lucius’ platinum hair, and with great force, he pulled Lucius down and captured his lips in a very passionate kiss. Their tongues raged a battle for dominance and neither gave in. Youko dragged his claws down the back of Lucius’ neck and moaned as the wizard’s hands wandered over his chest and down to his thighs.
(What do I have to do)
to make you happy?
(What do I have to do)
to make you understand?
(What do I have to do)
to make you want me?
But if I can't make you want me,
what do I have to do?
From under his head, Youko could feel the human’s member becoming hard, and not to mention his own swelled with pleasure under the soft touches of Lucius. Youko quickly, without breaking the kiss for more than a second, sat up and pinned the other to the bed. Again, the kiss was broke by the lack of air and panting heavily, Youko left a trail of butterfly kisses along Malfoy’s jaw, undoing his black cloak and tossing it aside. Lucius let out a small moan and grabbed Youko’s head roughly, pulling him into another long kiss.
Youko unbuttoned Malfoy’s shirt revealing a smooth, pale chest. His body was pretty muscular for someone who’s never picked up anything heavier than a few books. He traced his fingers down his chest sensually, making the man underneath him moan with pleasure. He then left Lucius’ lips to leave a trail of kisses along his jaw line and down his neck to his right nipple. His tongue, he swirled it around his mouth, lightly nibbling and sucking it.
The reaction the fox was looking for was granted for Lucius started to moan lightly in pleasure, head thrown back. Smirking, Youko gripped the left nipple and started to sensually twist and turn it with his thumb and forefinger. Keeping this up for a little longer, he finally stopped and dragged his tongue back up to Lucius’ open mouth before shoving it in.
I know exactly what you're thinking,
but I swear this time I will not let you down.
I'm not as selfish as I used to be
that holds apart of me that never made me proud.
Right now I think I would try anything,
anything at all to keep you satisfied.
At this point, both of their hardened members were trapped uncomfortably within their pants, pulsating and begging to be freed. Youko quickly undid Malfoy’s pants, tossed them on the floor and gazed down at Malfoy, smiling at his dripping penis. Youko grabbed Lucius’ member and rubbed it slowly. Youko smiled again when Malfoy let out another moan and arched his back. He bent down and licked its head and lightly nipping at the delicate flesh. Malfoy whimpered as Youko continued to tease him, and grabbed his head roughly. Youko lifted his head and looked up at the pile of mush underneath him.
“Youko.. Please!” With a satisfied grin, the fox gladly took Malfoy’s whole member into his mouth making Lucius moan happily, and started to suck at a slow pace.
God, I hope you see,
what losing you would do to me.
All I want is one more chance,
Tell me...
“Mmm.. More..!” Lucius’ breathless demand fell on def ears and Youko continued to tease him with his slowness. Malfoy thrust forward, but Youko held onto his hips firmly. He increased his pace slowly, making Malfoy moan and whisper his name over and over again.
“Oh, Youko. Youko, Youko. Please! Youko..!” The fox finally gave in and gave it all he had, making Malfoy gasp and groan louder. Running his tongue along Lucius’ shaft, he reached out and started to fiddle his ball sac. Youko sensed Lucius’ climax and he pulled away, and was given a whimper from the human.
“Shh, it’s alright,” he said, pulling off his own pants and tossing them onto the floor. He kissed Malfoy once again and began to rub his thighs and buttcheeks. “This might be a little uncomfortable,” Youko cooed, before preparing to shove his pointer finger in his anus.
Hissing in discomfort, Lucius burried his face in Youko’s locks. Wrapping his arms around Youko’s shoulder blades, he muffled something into the hair, making the fox’s ear twitch. It wasn’t until Youko added another finger and started to move them in a scissor like manner did he realize he was muttering curses.
Rubbing his back, Youko quickly added a third finger, thrusting them in and out, before withdrawing them. He spread Lucius’ cheeks apart and positioned himself so he could easily insert himself into Malfoy with minimum pain. Once his tip entered his hole, Malfoy clenched his teeth in pain and gripped Youko’s shoulders, trying to control a cry of pain. Youko slowed down and whispered soft words to the human to try to comfort him.
(What do I have to do)
to make you happy?
(What do I have to do)
to make you understand?
(What do I have to do)
to make you want me?
But if I can't make you want me,
just tell me, tell me!
Once he was fully sheathed into Malfoy, Youko let the man shift until he was comfortable and when Malfoy wiggled a bit and let out a small pleasure filled moan, Youko pulled out and thrust back in, making them both moan. Youko slowly increased the power and speed of the thrusts until they were both panting and in a sea of pleasure. Youko’s demonic speed and power made each thrust more than the last. Malfoy threw his head back and moaned loudly.
Sensing his own climax approaching, Youko grabbed onto Lucius’ shaft and rubbed in unison to his thrust. Lucius threw his head back in pleasure and cried out. Youko was glad Mrs. Malfoy was on the other side of the mansion because with one last powerful thrust, both Lucius and Youko climaxed and cried out loudly.
How can I?
How can I?
How can I?
Youko collapsed beside Lucius onto the bed and they lay there, panting and sweaty. Youko nuzzled Lucius’ neck and sighed contently. Lucius wrapped his arms around Youko’s shoulders and pecked him lightly on the lips. Just then, the sound of footsteps in the empty and marble halls reached them and they scuffled about the room, trying to gather their clothing.
After much chaos, the two were fully clothed and sat on the opposite sides of the room. Youko sat at a chair near the window and Lucius on the bed. A knock came from the door and Youko couldn’t help but crack a smirk.
“Enter,” Malfoy ordered breathlessly, quickly wiping away the sweat on his forehead. A maid entered the room and bowed towards Lucius.
“Your wife wishes to speak with you,” she said quietly. Lucius dismissed her and looked over to Youko who was looking out the window now.
“Don’t get into any trouble,” Lucius warned, standing up and dusting off his cloak. Once the doors closed behind him and the room was filled with a lonely silence, Youko smiled warily and sighed happily.
(What do I have to do)
to make you want me?
(What do I have to do)
to make understand?
(What do I have to do)
to make you love me?
But if I can't make you love me
Just tell me what do I have to do
To forget about you?
Yoko got to his feet and stumbled back to the bed and sat down on its wrinkled and abused sheets. A headache took root and he rested his head in his palms.
‘He really is amazing,’ Youko thought before his headache turned into severe pain. He groaned and rocked back and forth as the pain worsened and worsened. Before he knew it, he was on the floor whimpering. His throat felt dry and he fell into a fit of painful coughs. The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth after each cough, more badly than the next. Specks of blood fell into Youko’s hand and a wave of nausea and numbness fell over him. He vomited a few times before he sat up and felt his body disappear.
Youko heard cries from the doorway, but he couldn’t make out what they were saying. His sight blurred and his hearing went all muffled and he felt himself falling. He was caught just in time and when he looked up he saw the face of one of Lucius’ many servants. She quickly paid him down and ran out. Youko stared up at the ceiling, and it wasn’t long until another wave of pain washed over him. He rolled over onto his stomach and vomited repeatedly. A sharp pain erupted from his back and he heard Lucius’ voice, calm and distant. The fox looked up towards the door to see Lucius staring down at him.
“Oh well. It was fun while he lasted.” Youko reached out but, just before he could even grab his cloak, the man closed the door. Youko felt tears come down his cheek and he closed his eyes.
‘Please let this be a nightmare!’ When he opened his eyes, he found himself still sitting on the chair near the window. The pain from before was still strong, but it died down dramatically, and he stood up quickly and examined the spotless room.
‘It was a dream. How odd.’ Youko sat down on the chair and looked out at the almost full moon.
“The moon will be full tomorrow,” Youko said to himself. He wondered how his human counter part would fair by himself. Weary eyes closed and total relaxation took over the fox. Soon enough, he fell asleep again, but this time into a dreamless sleep.
- - -
“Idiots,” the old woman stated after the seven walked through the doors to her temple. Harry, Ron and Hermione, who have never been to Japan before, took their time to explore the home, taking in the authentic structure and beauty of the property. They were in complete awe when Ron touched Genkai’s play station and received a beating from the old woman. While they explained (in Japanese) what happened, Harry and the others decided to have a little talk themselves.
“Do you think Malfoy was telling the truth about Youko not being under the curse,” Ron asked them as they sat down in the middle of an empty room. They stayed silent until Hermione spoke up.
“I hope not. If he is, then we are in deep trouble. Youko Kurama was one of You-Know-Who’s strongest follower. If we wind up fighting him, we might not win.” Harry bowed his head, letting his bangs cover up his eyes. They probably could win. Youko looked tired and weakened for some reason. Maybe something happened when he was split into two people?
“Did anyone else,” Harry began, looking up at the two, “notice that Youko looked a little… Dull?” The two nodded.
“Yeah. I noticed his hair was not as shiny and his eyes turned brown. What’s wrong with him?”
“He is fading away,” a voice from behind them answered. They spun around to face old Genkai herself.
“Youko Kurama lost his body when he was killed. His spirit then possessed the human body we all know him to be. When they separated them, they pulled his soul from the body leaving it unprotected. Without a body, he will soon disappear. His soul will not pass on and he will fade from existence, and forever float in between the living and spirit world, never to pass on.
“But he looked pretty solid to me,” Hermione commented, giving Genkai an ‘I don’t believe you’ look. She only laughed and shook her head.
“Dimwits will be dimwits. Listen, I know more about this than you know about your spells and incantations. He may be solid, but he has no body. Unless we can get him back into Kurama’s body or someone’s body, he won’t make it for very long. I say he has about two or three weeks till he goes.” She exited the room and left the three to ponder the new knowledge that their friend will soon be wiped from existence. Yes, even though they only met Youko a week ago and no matter whom he is, good or evil, he will always be their friend.
“We’ve got to do something,” Hermione urged. “We just need a plan.” Suddenly it hit the young witch and she gasp in realization.
“Harry! You have a direct connection with Kurama! If you concentrate hard enough, maybe you can see where he is at this moment!” Ron smiled too and nudged Harry.
“Yeah! Come on, mate. Give it a try.”
“But how,” asked Harry, frowning. He never tried to see Youko willingly, or even when he was awake.
“Just close your eyes and concentrate on him and your energy,” Hermione suggested. She wasn’t really sure herself, but if they don’t succeed, they could always go to the others for help. So Harry closed his eyes and breathed out slowly. The image of Youko Kurama came into his mind and he tried his hardest to feel his own energy. After a large amount of time, Harry didn’t come up with anything, until Hermione said,
“Maybe you should concentrate on his energy.” Harry tried to remember what the fox’s energy felt like. He remembered it felt like a fire in spring. He remembered how he felt drawn to it almost because it felt so comfortable even though it was cold and icy. Soon enough, a hazy image began to form with in the darkness of his closed eyes. It was a dark room filled with black, green, silver and red decorations and furnisher. There was a large canopy with ruffled bed sheets. Soon enough, the image of Lucius helping the fox to the bed joined the picture. Lucius muttered something to Youko and the two kissed deeply. Harry immediately opened his eyes and felt like wanting to gag.
“What? What’s wrong,” Ron asked. Harry made a face and shivered.
“Oh my God… I will be forever haunted by that image,” Harry cried, burying his face in his hands and screaming into them. Hermione raised an eyebrow and Harry looked up, his face was a mix of green nausea and red blush.
“I saw Youko. I’m not sure were he is, but he is in a pretty expensive place. Lucius was there and helped him onto a bed. And…” Harry trailed off and he shivered again in disgust. He never thought Draco’s father went that way as well. A sudden need to tell Malfoy his dad was gay filled him and an image of his look was priceless.
“And what?” Harry swallowed hard.
“And I saw them kiss! On the lips! Rtaher passionately!” The other two groaned and gasped. Ron stuck out his tongue and Hermione paled at the thought.
“I cannot imagine Mr. Malfoy homosexual,” she stated quietly.
“I can imagine Draco, but not his dad,” Ron said, shaking his head, trying to rid the image of them making out in his head. They normally wouldn’t have been so disgusted by homosexuality, but because it was a Malfoy of all people, it made them cringe.
“Well, try and track him down again. Maybe if he’s sleeping-”
“Hopefully,” Ron interrupted, making them all blush and Harry dreading to find him.
“You can communicate,” Hermione finished, slapping Ron on the back of his head. Harry closed his eyes reluctantly and concentrated on Youko once again. The image of Youko sleeping on the bed alone made him smile in relief. Harry looked at Youko intensely and thought,
‘Youko?’ Immediately Youko opened his eyes and looked around the room. Glad that he heard him, Harry thought again,
‘Youko. It’s me Harry!’ The fox sat up and scanned the room and shook his head.
“I must be seriously losing it,” he whispered, lying back down on the bed, hugging the satin pillow. Harry furrowed his eye brows and then thought loudly,
‘No you’re not. I’m talking to you using my mind.’ Youko sat up slowly and looked up.
“Is that so? Leave me alone. I do not wish to talk.” His voice was raspy and it made his voice sound quiet.
‘Youko, we just want to help you. If you don’t get back to you’re body, you will fade away. That’s why you’re so weak. You’re fading from existence!’ Youko laughed dryly and lay back down on the bed.
“Maybe I am. None the less, leave me be.” At that, the fox mentally blocked the boy, making the image dissolve back into darkness. Harry opened his eyes and growled angrily.
“I told him what his fate was, and he doesn’t care. Maybe we should let him fade.” Hermione gasped and narrowed her eyes at Harry.
“Don’t say that,” she said darkly making both boys a little uneasy. Just then, Botan entered the room, her usual smile was replaced with a horribly sad frown.
“Listen; do you three know where Youko might be?” Harry thought about the room he saw in his vision. It was pretty expensive and dark. The colors reminded him of something the Malfoy’s would have in their home.
“I think he is in the Malfoy’s home. I mean, it was well furnished, everything was satin, velvet or silk and it was pretty gloomy.” Botan smiled and thanked the three.
“You’ll be staying here the night. Unless you wish to return to Britain?” After much discussion, they all agreed to stay the night and then return to Number 12 Grimmauld Place in the morning. So, after a quit sullen dinner and a quiet clean up, the three were given a spare room and they slept not as peacefully as they hoped they would. Who would be able to anyway if they were faced with the dilemma like theirs? It was going to take everything they got to get Kurama back together and hopefully finally take down Voldemort once and for all.
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Aww, poor Harry. I probably would have been begging for them to have sex if I was he. But anyway, did I surprise some of you, or was it obvious they would be together? I have a perfect plot twist for this. I got a good one, and it’s quite ironic. But, I don’t really want to use it. I think Lucius and Youko make a cute little couple. So, I hope some one you won’t kill me, and I hope some of you enjoyed this chapter.
This was the first lemon I’ve ever written with the least amount of help from my sister. I can read them, I just can’t write them. In all she probably only wrote like, a paragraph and a half out of the four pages. She revised it and now, I think I’m much more comfortable about writing more in the future… But unfortunately, they’ll have to be on MediaMiner. Oh well. After this chapter, they are now my favorite couple in YYHHP crossovers. SQUEEE!!!