Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Journey Into Submission ❯ Chapter 3

Fandom: Yu Yu Hakusho
Title: Journey Into Submission
Author: Ryukotsusei
Pairing/Characters: Kurama/Yusuke, eventually Hiei/Yusuke
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Language, Lemon. Yaoi, Anal, Oral, Masturbation, Rimming, BDSM, Torture, Slavery, Tentacles, Spanking and anything else my perverted mind decides to come up with. You are warned.


Disclaimer: I do not hold the rights to Yu Yu Hakusho, nor do I make any money from this story.
Summary: In an attempt to acquire help from one of his most trusted friends, Yusuke gets far more than he bargained for. The line between pleasure and pain are forever blurred as he learns that pleasing his master is the only way to get what he wants.

 

Author's Note: I'd like to thank everyone who took the time to review last chapter, it certainly inspired me to get to work on this one. I'm definitely enjoying exploring the darker side of Kurama here, hopefully I'm not pushing him too far out of character. I going to reiterate that this story will deal heavily in bondage and discipline, as well as slavery and possible torture. There is a strong chance of a character death at the end of this fic. If you're easily offended by these ideas please turn back now.

 

Chapter Three

 

Darkness encompassed his vision completely and the room was silent except for his labored breathing. The chill in the air made him shiver although he made no attempt to cover his bared flesh, nor would it have been permitted had he thought about it. His position was precarious at best, draped across the kitsune's toned legs with one slender hand resting gently along his back. “Kurama,” he whispered, unsure of if the avatar really was serious about what he was threatening to do.

 

“Even now you remain as forgetful as ever Yusuke but there is hope for you yet. It's all in the method of conditioning.”

 

The soft voice reached his ears, forcing Yusuke to swallow hard. It sounded so much like his friend yet so different. Rarely had he ever heard the man speak with such malice laced amusement and never directed at him. Nor had he ever seen the kitsune move quite so quickly, rendering him helpless before he'd even thought to defend himself. “This isn't like you at all Kurama. You might punish me, but not like this,” Yusuke stated although his tone lacked the conviction of someone that actually believed his own words.

 

“You speak as if you have intimate knowledge of who I am my pet. Believe me when I say you've never bothered to look beneath the surface.”

 

The silkiness of the avatar's voice made Yusuke long to flee even though he'd never run from a fight in his life. As if sensing his thoughts the hand placed on his back tensed and the nails dug into his flesh in warning. “You're still my friend, that has to count for something,” Yusuke replied, trying to reason with the one holding him down. Surely all they had been through had to make a difference, didn't it?

 

“It's because we are friends that I'm doing this for you. Have you any idea of what I would normally do to one of my possessions had they made half the mistakes you have, on the first full day you are here no less?”

 

Suddenly Yusuke wasn't so sure that he wanted to know. The nails digging into his flesh were growing sharper by the moment, piercing the skin easily. Another shudder wracked his body, in this position he was defenseless should the kitsune decide to carry things to an extreme. The feeling was a distinct contrast to the other hand which was trailing lazily up and down his buttocks, occasionally pausing to linger over a particularly sensitive area. With his vision compromised it only enhanced his other senses, amplifying every touch the kitsune was gracing him with.

 

“Unable to answer Yusuke? How amusing, one would think given your penchant for being argumentative you would have at least attempted to formulate a response however incorrect it might have been.”

 

“It still doesn't change that we're friends,” Yusuke maintained, trying to figure out how to steer the conversation in a safer direction. The longing in the redhead's voice was plain to hear and even he had no trouble guessing that Kurama wished to give him a personal demonstration of his many talents.

 

“Friends? Perhaps but it still doesn't change what I am, nor what you provoke my instincts into doing. How foolish of you to believe that living in a human body for a couple of decades would be able to tame them.”

 

Every muscle in his body tensed when he felt the kitsune moving albeit slowly. Had he misjudged Kurama all this time? Violently he shook his head, no, he couldn't believe that. He'd seen the remorse in his friend's eyes when he was forced to kill. These past few years had changed the kitsune whether he wanted to admit it or not. The warm breath brushing against his ear froze him in place as Kurama whispered to him.

 

“Remember that you came to me Yusuke. You are the one who asked for training. You are the one who willingly accepted that there would be consequences to your actions. I'm disappointed in you, not even an hour into your training and you're already breaking the rules. Be grateful that I do like you Yusuke, had I not I would have removed your spine from your body already and left you dying on the floor. Can you feel how close you are to that outcome Yusuke?”

 

Gods help him he could, the final words were punctuated by a tightening of the hand on his back making him hiss in pain. Blood trickled from the puncture marks the kitsune had made and he could feel it trailing wetly down his sides. “But Koenma won't...”

 

“Koenma? Do you really believe that the Reikai brat could stop me? His laws mean little to me and I think you realize this. You were the only one under his employ capable of stopping me and right now your life rests in my hands. Enough, the time for conversation is over. You've broken the most basic of the rules and as such you must be punished. Now tell me what your transgressions were so I can be sure you know the reason you are being punished.”

 

“I failed to follow a direct order,” Yusuke replied after remaining silent for a moment. The painful grip on his back was now gone but the gentle caresses were still being given to other parts of his anatomy. The legs beneath him shifted and it wasn't long before his legs were being nudged further apart.

 

“But that's only part of it. What else have you done to warrant this sort of attention from me? Omitting transgressions will not lessen your punishment.”

 

“I don't understand,” Yusuke replied uneasily when a hand cupped his sack, massaging it gently. Confusion was now prominent in his mind since he couldn't understand why the kitsune would offer him pleasure so quickly after threatening to end his life without a second thought.

 

“Of course you don't or you would have stopped doing it long ago. Yet every time you speak to me you continue to break the same rule and I grow weary of tolerating it. I'll make it simple for you Yusuke, whenever you open your mouth to speak to me you will always give me the respect that I demand. You will address me as Master or Sir without question. If not, I have no qualms about inflicting pain upon you. I will drive you to the edge of sanity, holding you on the cusp and then pull you back just before you plunge over into the darkness. Continue to test me Yusuke and I'll be sure you experience pain like you've never dreamed possible.”

 

“I understand,” Yusuke winced when the hand cupping his sack tightened in warning, “Master.” The moment of clarity was enough to force him to realize what every dark look that Kurama had been giving to him had meant. Now he understood and he knew that it was going to be difficult to break old habits. “What about when we are around the others, sir?”

 

“A good question, I'm pleased that you're thinking so far ahead. You will address me as Kurama or Shuichi depending on what the situation dictates. I caution you against using those nicknames that you seem so fond of. Refer to me as fox boy one more time and I'll take it as a request that you want to be fucked when I'm in fox form. Trust me when I say you have no desire for that to happen under any circumstances.”

 

For a moment Yusuke wasn't sure what to think of that statement, he'd seen Youko and he wasn't sure what the big deal was, until he remembered that Kurama had three forms. “You can still do that sir?” Yusuke asked uncertainly. The idea certainly wasn't one he ever wanted to consider yet it was better to be prepared for the eventuality of it because his friend was far from the person he'd thought he was.

 

“Of course I can Yusuke. My power levels are superior enough now that I am no longer constrained by the limits of this body. Why? Are you wishing for me to change and place you on your knees to be mounted like a bitch in heat?”

 

“Hell no,” Yusuke shook his head vigorously, completely forgetting the title of respect. The thought of being mounted by an animal was distasteful and he didn't even want to contemplate it. The stinging sensation of a hand cracking against his backside had him yelping in pain. “Sir!”he added hastily, hoping that would appease the man he could feel glaring down at him.

 

“Then it would behoove you to watch what you say from here on out. Don't worry though, I'll be sure to remind you periodically.”

 

“I'm sure you will sir,” Yusuke said and then sighed when he realized just how that had come out. Of course it was taken just the way it sounded and mere seconds later a second blow landed across his sensitive flesh. Now he was certain that he had a large hand print on his ass that would remain for quite a while. But then that teasing hand was back, gently caressing his stinging skin. It was maddening and Yusuke had to bite down on his tongue not to snap at the kitsune that he should make up his fucking mind.

 

“I can feel your irritation, your frustration. You still don't understand do you? Pleasure and pain are two sides of the same coin. Switching between them accustoms your body to becoming aroused by both and very soon you will eagerly look forward to whatever touches I deem you worthy of receiving.”

 

While Yusuke wasn't sure if Kurama was right or not there was no denying that the man was turning him on every damned time he slipped his hand between his legs to fondle his dick. Which was exactly what the kitsune was doing now, coaxing his shaft into hardening which didn't take much effort at all.

 

“You know, as appealing as it is having you bent over my knee I'd rather have you standing. Move over to the table and lay your chest on it.”

 

Quickly Yusuke pushed away from the lap he'd been laying across and moved across the room. While he wasn't sure just why Kurama wanted him to move he felt more comfortable with the idea of standing. At least then he wouldn't be completely defenseless. Once he reached the table he laid his upper body across the surface, wincing at the chill of the glass against his skin.

 

“Very nice, spread your legs a bit further Yusuke and brace yourself. This is going to be painful.”

 

The time for having a hand used to punish him was at an end and Yusuke knew it the moment he heard the redhead call out his trademark weapon. He could only pray that the man had the generosity to remove the thorns off the damned thing before it made contact with his body. There wasn't much time for him to wonder however before the end lashed out, making him cry out in pain.

 

“The red contrasts beautifully with your skin Yusuke. Do me the honor of screaming for me, I feel the need to hear just how good of a job I'm doing.”

 

Again the lash bit into his flesh but not with enough force to draw blood. Determined not to give the kitsune the satisfaction of hearing him cry out, Yusuke bit his lip and tried to ignore the metallic taste of the blood that filled his mouth. The burning sensation only continued to spread through his body with each stroke of the whip that was administered until he could bear it no more, “Master!”

 

“That's much more like it my pet. I'm sure you are aware of how much the sound of your pain filled voice excites me. Curiously I wonder if it excites you as well, or are you attempting to send your mind elsewhere? Tell me Yusuke, are you looking forward to what comes after your punishment when I satisfy this lust you've inspired within me? I promise you nothing less than sheathing myself within your body will do.”

 

Oh how he wished that he could tell the redhead that there wasn't a fucking chance in hell of that even being possible but it would be a lie. A lie that he couldn't possibly hope to get away with, not with the way his dick was standing at attention. Even he wasn't sure what the fuck was wrong with his body but there was no denying that Kurama's voice while wicked, was also heating his body like he hadn't thought possible.

 

“Your arousal grows stronger with each blow that falls. You cannot deny the desire coursing through your body, nor that I'm the one inspiring it. Show me how much you long for my touch my pet, stroke yourself as if I were the one that is touching you.”

 

Slowly Yusuke's eyes slid closed and reached down to wrap his hand around his aching shaft. The touch was firm but gentle, just as he'd remembered from earlier. The blows falling from the whip now were coming more sporadically as he fisted his shaft slowly. The pain he was experiencing at the hands of his master combined with the pleasure he was giving to himself had him moaning in need yet he didn't dare speed up the process. Slow torture was what the kitsune wanted and Yusuke knew that was what he would demand.

 

“You learn fast, I'm impressed. I'd ask if you were ready for me but it doesn't matter, I'll have you willing or not. It's up to you how easy you want to make it on youself.”

 

A grunt escaped his lips as an elegant hand tightened around his own, making the grip on his cock almost painful. Behind him he could hear a zipper lowering and he knew that it wouldn't be long before the kitsune began to impale him. Hot breath landed on the back of his neck and Yusuke felt the first touches of the hard shaft brushing against his ass.

 

“Now then, shall we get started?”

 

 

The sound of Yusuke crying out for him was enough to jerk Kurama out of his sleep and send him running towards the room that he'd left him in for the night. Although there was little that the Toushin could do to hurt himself it didn't stop him from worrying that something might have happened. Quickly he flipped the light on, staring at the cage that held the man. Even now Yusuke lay in an uneasy slumber on his side just as he'd been positioned earlier, his skin and the blanket splattered with semen.

 

Frowning thoughtfully to himself Kurama crossed the room and knelt down beside the cage, staring at the writhing man. Even after climaxing the Toushin was still as hard as if he hadn't managed to gain any form of release. “Yusuke wake up,” he called out softly, touching the man gently on his shoulder.

 

Had it not been for the close confines of his quarters that touch would have been enough to have him jerking in surprise but as it was he really couldn't move much anyway. Confused and more that a little groggy he stared at the redhead looking at him in concern. 'I'm so tired. Lemme sleep Red.' Right now he wanted nothing more than to close his eyes again and try to go back to the dream he'd been having. At least there Kurama would be willing to give him what he needed.

 

Seeing the man's eyes attempt to slide closed had Kurama opening the door. “Come on, you can't go back to sleep yet,” he said quietly before gripping the Toushin's upper arm and helping him to his feet. If nothing else the man needed to get cleaned up before he returned to the cage and Kurama wanted to know just what the hell he'd been dreaming of. Achieving release was something that was given on permission alone and he wanted to get to the bottom of just what had caused it.

 

As Yusuke managed to pry his eyes open a second time he became acutely aware of what he'd managed to do. 'Oh fuck, he's going to be pissed.' More than once Kurama had explained to him that he alone had the right to dictate his every action. That meant everything from eating to sleeping and even relieving himself was left up to the kitsune's generosity. To have such a blatant indiscretion occur even if it had been unintentional was just asking to be reprimanded. “I'm sorry sir,” Yusuke said quietly, keeping his eyes trained upon the ground as he awaited judgment.

 

“We must talk,” Kurama said, not bothering to acknowledge the apology. His hands automatically went to the straps binding Yusuke's arms together, releasing them one by one until they hung limply at the Toushin's sides. Wordlessly he removed the garments since he knew that Yusuke wouldn't attempt to remove them without permission. “Tell me what you were dreaming about,” he commanded quietly. If he had to wager a guess there was a good chance that Hiei figured in the dream prominently. On more than one occasion he'd listened to the Toushin talking in his sleep, pleading for the apparition who had yet to even bother to come see either of them for a visit.

 

“Our first lesson together sir,” Yusuke replied to the question without hesitation although he was just waiting for the condemnation that was soon to follow. How many times had he dreamed of that day, the very moment that his illusions of Kurama had been shattered beyond repair? Far too many to keep track of but this had been the first time he'd gained physical release from them. Even now he knew that if he closed his eyes he could feel the way the man's cock had stretched him, plundering his depths and making him beg for more.

 

“Really?” Kurama peered at him curiously in an attempt to see if the Toushin was attempting to lie to him yet again. Yet he could sense no betrayal, only an overwhelming sense of humility coming from the man at being forced to admit what he'd been dreaming of. It was a day that he remembered all to well himself. “How often do you have that particular dream,” he asked while leading Yusuke into the bathroom.

 

Sighing beneath his breath Yusuke took a seat on the closed toilet before answering, “A lot lately sir.” It was far more often than he'd like to admit to. Why should he anyway? Kurama was well aware that the words he'd spoken that day were true. The slightest promise of pain while frightening was still enough to arouse him. Unfortunately his mind still hadn't been able to come to terms with enjoying the torment that the kitsune inflicted upon his body.

 

“Intriguing. What is it about that event that causes you to dream about it Yusuke? What is the catalyst,” Kurama asked, transfixing his intense gaze onto the Toushin's face. If there was something triggering it then there was a good chance that it was something he could exploit in the future, for both of their benefits.

 

'Can it get any more humiliating?' Why the hell couldn't he have just said that he didn't remember what he was dreaming about? 'Oh yeah, he'd figure out I was lying to him. Brilliant idea there.' Yusuke was jerked out of his thoughts when Kurama knelt between his knees and placed his fingers beneath his chin, forcing him to make eye contact. Seeing that he wasn't about to get out of this no matter how much he wished otherwise, he decided to answer. “It was the first time you hurt me and... I couldn't keep myself from liking it sir.”

 

“Nor should you have tried,” Kurama chided gently and set about to wiping the semen from Yusuke's chest with a wet towel. “Taking pleasure from pain is nothing to be ashamed of, certainly you've realized this about yourself before,” Kurama patiently tried to explain but stopped when all he got was confused silence, “You haven't. I see, let's look at this another way Yusuke. You live to fight, it's who you are and you take great joy in doing so. Yet throughout each major battle each one of us has experienced considerable pain. If we didn't take some form of pleasure from the skirmish, would we continue to seek out those who would oppose us?”

 

'I guess that makes sense. Huh, I never thought of it that way.' Of course he'd never put much thought into why he fought in the first place, he just did so. But if it had gotten to be something that he'd absolutely hated he would have stopped long ago. The wet cloth began running over his skin again, soothing his unease. Had Kurama been displeased with him he wouldn't be going out of his way to take care of him, instead he would have been given the order to clean himself up and then expected to return to his cage.

 

Tossing the wet towel in the hamper, Kurama gently clasped Yusuke's arm, “Stand up for a moment.” It was no surprise when the Toushin obeyed without question and allowed the kitsune to take his seat. Only once he was in place did the redhead pull the man back down, sitting him between his legs. Lazily his arms wrapped around the lean body and Kurama rested his head on Yusuke's shoulder, “Now, tell me what it was about that day that you enjoyed so much.”

 

Swallowing thickly, Yusuke attempted to ignore the way his master was playing with both of his nipples, “It's hard to explain. It's like... the feeling you get when you're about to come. Each time the whip landed on my ass it felt like my dick was going to explode. And then, you ordered me to touch it like you would sir.” Although he had no one to compare Kurama with, he was having a hard time imagining anyone as skilled with their hands as he was.

 

“Mmm so that's why your eyes were closed. I'd wondered who you were thinking of at the time,” Kurama whispered against the man's slender neck. In the back of his mind Hiei always lingered there and while he knew that Yusuke was his possession now, it would not always be that way. The apparition was lucky to have someone willing to go to such lengths for him and for that Kurama envied the smaller demon. He couldn't help but grow agitated when he believed that the Toushin was thinking of another while they were together, their time alone would end all too soon for his liking.

 

“Only you sir,” As much as it shamed him to admit it there had been no room for Hiei in his mind at the time. Kurama made sure of that much, while they were training he demanded his complete attention and the few times he'd allowed his thoughts to stray he'd been reprimanded brutally.

 

“Had I known that I might have prepared you better. You should do more to assure your master of who is foremost in your thoughts at all times,” Kurama chided gently, laying a gentle kiss to the side of the man's neck. The Toushin's screams had been exquisite when he'd finally positioned himself behind him. It had been a few hours since he'd last penetrated the Toushin and then it had only been with his fingers. It hadn't been nearly enough to make his intrusion comfortable by any stretch of the imagination.

 

“You don't understand sir,” Yusuke groaned and tilted his head to the side, eager to take any positive attention that the man was willing to give. He was certain that Kurama had figured it out by now but apparently he was mistaken.

 

Hearing this the kitsune stopped, frowning slightly as he tried to make sense of what his pet had just said. Finally he just came right out and asked since Yusuke always did think of things differently that anyone else he'd been acquainted with, “What do you mean by that?”

 

“I liked it,” Yusuke groaned when one of those elegant hands brushed against his throbbing erection, threatening to render him unable to think, “The way your cock stretches my ass, the pain you inflict... is so damned... sweet Master.”

 

There was no doubt in Kurama's mind just what Yusuke meant by that particular statement and he was almost certain he knew why the Toushin liked it. Even though it meant more pain in the long run, it got him what he wanted faster. It was easy to see that his pet was becoming addicted and soon would be doing anything he desired in order to gain satisfaction. “We should return to the room,” Kurama said with a seductive grin and pushed Yusuke up and out of his lap. Seeing the confusion in the man's eyes he stood up and began walking back towards the bedroom they'd vacated. There was no real need to go back to bed any longer, there were more appealing ideas to entertain now. Besides, in another half hour or so and the sun would break the horizon.

 

Once they were back in the room he lowered himself gracefully towards the floor and indicated to Yusuke that he should do so as well. To his surprise not only did the Toushin comply but he rested his head on his lap, not caring in the least that Kurama had not bothered to put on any clothing before running into the room. 'He still needs the reassurance that he is not in trouble for what has occurred but he had yet to tell me what causes the dream to manifest in his subconscious. I'm sure he expected my interrogation to lead to something more worrisome than this.'

 

Gently Kurama laid his hand on Yusuke's shoulder but refrained from doing anything more to sooth the boy just yet, “One last question Yusuke. What causes you to dream of that day?”

 

What sounded like a you should know came from the vicinity of his lap causing Kurama to raise an eyebrow. Before he could think to reprimand the Toushin for it however the night before came to mind and he replayed every single detail that had happened. “I believe I understand now,” he said quietly and began running his fingers through Yusuke's hair. Quite often the subconscious acted out one's desires in the form of dreams which was why Hiei figured so prominently in Yusuke's. But the apparition hadn't made an appearance this time, he had. The final piece was that it was obviously a sexual dream with Yusuke indulging in something that he had enjoyed. “It's because I denied you your release,” Kurama murmured thoughtfully. Automatically his gaze drifted to Yusuke's taut length. While his earlier touches most likely had something to do with it, he'd been fully aroused long before my hands were laid upon him. 'I wonder if his instincts are having anything to do with this. While he gained release he received no physical pleasure from doing so, therefor it did nothing for the hyper aware state his body has been in since last night.'

 

 

When the Toushin merely nodded Kurama made a decision, “Lay on your back Yusuke.” The man's movements were sluggish as he moved to comply with the order but within moments he was laying comfortably on the floor. 'I'm going to have to be careful with him from here on out when it comes to holding out on him.'

 

Yusuke watched through heavily lidded eyes as his Master moved from where he'd been sitting and repositioned himself between his legs. The first touches on the insides of his thighs had his cock throbbing and begging for attention. 'Oh please not again!' If the redhead were to leave him hanging yet again he was sure his balls were likely to explode.

 

“Just relax my pet,” Kurama whispered against sensitive skin before brushing his lips against the inside of Yusuke's thigh. Although this was something he hadn't counted on at all, he couldn't deny his slave what he desperately needed. Too long in an aroused state was sure to cause him bodily harm. Even though his goal was to push Yusuke's limits it was not to permanently injure him. 'Besides, he gave me the answers I desired despite how embarrassing it was for him. A reward is justified in this instance.'

 

The heated breath ghosting across his skin had Yusuke spreading his legs even further apart, waiting to see just how far the kitsune was willing to go. While Kurama wrapped a hand firmly around the base of his cock, he busied himself using his lips and tongue to tease the heavy sack beneath it. “Master please,” Yusuke whined deep in his throat as his head fell back against the floor.

 

For now Kurama maintained a firm grip around the cock in his hand. It'd be all too easy for the Toushin to climax again but without the satisfaction that his body and instincts were craving he'd be left with the same problem he had now. So instead he took his time, lavishing attention on the man and savoring the soft moans of pleasure he was getting in return. Already moisture was dripping from the tip, trailing down the length and over his hand. It wasn't often that he graced the Toushin with this form of pleasure so it was rare that he got to taste him. Eagerly his tongue ran along the underside of the shaft in his hands, cleaning it of the salty essence that coated it.

 

“Please,” Yusuke whispered the moment those soft lips wrapped around his cock. Involuntarily his hips flexed, trying to drive more of his shaft into that warmth but the kitsune wasn't permitting him to do so. Torn between heaven and hell Yusuke hovered on the brink of ecstasy while his master demonstrated just how well he could pleasure someone. Inch by agonizing inch his head bobbed, pausing frequently to swirl his tongue around a sensitive spot but that unmerciful grip still didn't loosen.

 

Pulling back Kurama grinned seductively at the Toushin, “You should know better my pet. You'll get what you want but only when I allow it.” As tempting as it was to throw the Detective's legs up over his shoulders he refrained. The breakthrough they'd just had warranted something special and he wasn't going to exhaust his lover too soon. He'd need plenty of sleep for the trip that they would take tonight but that didn't mean that he'd leave Yusuke in pain until then. Eagerly he leaned forward again, wrapping his lips around the swollen head of the Toushin's cock, drawing forth a whine of pleasure from him.

 

When the hot mouth engulfed him completely, Yusuke reached down and grabbed at the silky red hair spilling over the kitsune's shoulders. “Oh fuck,” he moaned loudly when Kurama swallowed around his shaft repeatedly. The tension had his muscles shaking with the strain of holding his release back until his master gave him one of the signals that meant he could come. Yet it was agony to do so with the way that tongue was teasing his shaft. Relief came when Kurama gave him the only nonverbal signal he'd been taught. The moment those two fingers brushed against his lips, Yusuke gave himself over to the pleasure he'd just been granted. Darkness consumed him even as his body trembled, pouring it's essence deep into the kitsune's throat and then he knew nothing more.

 

Licking his lips Kurama repositioned himself beside the Toushin so he could touch Yusuke's face. As expected his breathing was labored but the man wasn't in any distress. The slightest of smiles crossed the kitsune's face before he stood up and walked over to the closet to grab a clean blanket. Only once it was draped over the man's prone form did Kurama turn to leave the room. As the light was shut off his voice whispered into the darkness, “Sleep well Yusuke.”

 

 

-Later That Evening-

 

 

Yusuke stared at the passing scenery through the car window as they traveled down the highway. Ever since he'd woken that afternoon he'd been more than a little confused about the days events. Kurama's behavior... baffled him. For the past month he'd endured what many would consider to be pure hell and not once had the kitsune ever acted like his old friend, until last night. He could remember nothing after passing out until he'd awoken late in the afternoon. That alone had stunned him, normally he was awoken at daybreak regardless of how tired he was. It wasn't in Kurama's nature to laze about in bed and as such he enforced that particular habit upon him as well.

 

Even stranger was the feeling of being warm, cocooned in a blanket that he couldn't remember being given. Did that mean he'd somehow earned the special treatment that Kurama had given him the night before? That was the only thing he could come up with at the moment but it still didn't make any sense. The only one who'd gotten any satisfaction had been him so by all rights Kurama had every right to be displeased with that particular outcome.

 

Of course while he might question his good fortune he wasn't about to push the limits to see how far the redheads generosity extended either. As soon as he'd prepared himself for the day he'd immediately gone into the kitchen and begun preparing dinner. That much he knew would be expected and Kurama didn't try to stop him from doing so. No thanks had been given nor were there any offers made that would elevate his standing. He still took his meals on the floor and ate in silence as his position dictated. Afterwards he'd cleaned the kitchen without being told and then returned to the living room.

 

It was then that the kitsune threw him for a loop.

 

Supposedly he'd pleased Kurama so much that he'd earned a special reward, whatever that had meant. The only thing that the kitsune would tell him was that when each of his pets had crossed an important milestone that they would earn a mark. One that would inform other demons of their importance to their Master. Obviously the more marks that one acquired the higher in regard they were held. Unfortunately Yusuke only had a vague idea of what the hell this mark was supposed to be. 'It's got to be a tattoo. What other mark can it be? As if the collars we wear aren't already a dead fucking giveaway that someone owns us.'

 

Yet he wasn't so sure that was it either. A tattoo was a permanent mark, labeling him as Kurama's slave forever and they were both well aware that this was only a temporary arrangement. Surely the kitsune wouldn't expect him to get a marking on his body that would lessen his chances with Hiei once this was all over. Kurama might be a capable of a lot of things but somehow he just couldn't see that as one of them. The man didn't want him as a permanent lover, or enemy for that matter and that's exactly what would happen if he did something to take the apparition forever out of his reach.

 

It left him only one option and that was to wait and see just what Kurama expected of him. No further questions had been allowed and the rest of the trip had been done in relative silence. They'd started out a little over two hours ago and Yusuke was beginning to wonder if it was ever going to end.

 

“Don't worry my pet, we're almost there,” Kurama spoke just loudly enough to be heard over the radio. The trip had been pleasant enough but he could see the tell tale signs of impatience in the way Yusuke was sitting. He could see the curiosity lurking beneath the surface as well but he wasn't about to spoil the surprise.

 

Of course it had taken a bit of doing to schedule the appointment. Fudo hadn't expected him to call asking him to fit him in that day but it helped that he was long time friends with the man. Afterwards it had only been a question of calling into the office and informing them that he wouldn't be in for the day. That was sure to raise a few questions but Kurama wasn't overly concerned about that particular detail. “Ah, here's our exit now,” Kurama said in an amused voice. Only a couple of more minutes and they'd be at the studio, he couldn't wait to see Yusuke's face.

 

Yusuke merely nodded his head since the comment didn't require a direct answer. 'It's about time, I need to stretch my legs.' As much as he enjoyed car trips it was rather boring without someone to talk to. While Kurama made a great conversationalist at times it was difficult to find things they had in common outside of fighting. His attention began to wander again when suddenly Kurama turned down what looked to be a main road. Shops and tall buildings lined both sides of the road which was to be expected, they were in Tokyo now after all.

 

It took a few minutes but eventually Kurama managed to grab them a parking spot. He could see that Yusuke hadn't made the connection yet since the studio was nestled in between a couple of other fetish shops but he knew that it wouldn't take long. “Shall we? It would be impolite to keep Fudo waiting on us,” Kurama said, drawing the Toushin's attention away from their surroundings.

 

“Yes sir,” Yusuke said and unbuckled his seatbelt before opening the car door. This time there were no screwups as he fell in behind the kitsune and they approached the shops. However the door they approached had his eyes widening in surprise. 'The Immortal Dragon Piercing Studio? He's... expecting me to get pierced?' Stunned would be an accurate description for him at the moment but he didn't allow it to overwhelm him completely. Without betraying his inner turmoil he opened the door and stepped to the side allowing the kitsune to enter the building first before following him inside.

 

“Fudo, thank you for making time for us tonight,” Kurama said with a grin towards the tall male approaching them. A quick glance around the room revealed that there were only three other people inside, all of which were employees.

 

“No problem Kurama, I was rather surprised to hear you wanted to bring him in so soon,” Fudo gave the shorter male behind the redhead a once over, his eyes widening in surprise, “Mazoku huh? Haven't run into one of those since I was back in the Makai and I've never seen once accept the role of a slave.”

 

“Yes,” Kurama replied with amusement, “Yusuke is a rather unusual case. He rarely does things that would normally be expected. You learn to adapt or continue to be taken by surprise.” Somehow he wasn't shocked that Fudo had picked up on just what Yusuke was. Being one of the few demons who had managed to sneak past the barrier before it was taken down, he'd actually done rather well for himself settling among humans. It was for that reason alone that the Reikai hadn't taken action to remove him.

 

“I can see why you'd be in a hurry to brand him as yours. Have you decided which marking you wish to give him?” Fudo asked while pointedly looking down at the tight pants the man wore. 'Impressive, but then he'd have to be in order for Kurama to take him on as a possession.'

 

“Indeed I have, Yusuke, why don't you go sit over in one of those chairs while I discuss your new mark with Fudo,” Kurama said quietly, indicating one of the more comfortable chairs in the room. If he were openly discuss just what he had planned then there was no telling what sort of objections he would raise. It was best to have it revealed once they were in the room and he was being prepared.

 

Unsure of quite what to say Yusuke nodded and walked over to the chair indicated, his mind trying to wrap itself around what was going to happen. 'Okay so I think it's obvious we aren't here to get my ear pierced or anything like that.' The idea of a needle going through somewhere else that was guaranteed to be uncomfortable wasn't amusing in the least but if Kurama wanted him to get one there was little he could say against it. The one good thing was that a piercing wasn't permanent. As soon as his time with Kurama was over they could be removed and there wouldn't be shit saying he belonged to anyone.

 

As he watched the two men walk in the opposite direction he studied Fudo carefully. He'd been stunned to learn that there was someone who could tell just what he was at a glance and the reference to the Makai could only mean one thing. Fudo was a demon who had managed to sneak past the Reikai's watchful eye. 'Leave it to Kurama to know the one demon piercer in all of Japan. This is just my luck.'

 

Suddenly Fudo disappeared through a doorway and Kurama was walking towards him. 'Can I possibly hope that he changed his mind?' The look on the kitsune's face was less than reassuring. All he could see there was eager anticipation. 'Nope, it figures I wouldn't be that lucky. Fuck, this is going to hurt.'

 

“Follow me my pet, Fudo is preparing the room for us now,” Kurama replied reassuringly. He could see that given half a chance Yusuke was likely to bolt. Fear of the unknown tended to do that to a person and the Toushin was no exception to the rule. With determination he led a very much subdued slave into the room where Fudo waited and once inside he instructed Yusuke to remove his clothing. All of them.

 

“All of them Master?” Yusuke stared at the man wide eyed. 'What the hell is he going to have done to me?' Seeing the firm look on Kurama's face he repressed a sigh. This was becoming a badge of honor he'd really rather not have. 'I don't suppose my safe word would apply here?' Another glance to Kurama had him shaking his head. 'Nope, not a chance in hell.'

 

The two demons watched Yusuke undressing with a critical eye and for a moment Kurama wondered if he was going to need to have another discussion with the Toushin about following orders. However after only a moments hesitation the man complied, stripping off the shirt and pants leaving him clad only in his boxers. “Continue,” Kurama gestured at the last remaining article of clothing and he nearly chuckled at the sullen expression that came over Yusuke's face.

 

“Go ahead and get comfortable on the chair,” Fudo instructed him while laying out his instruments. It wasn't often that someone came in wanting three piercings at once but he would happily abide by the request.

 

Uneasily Yusuke leaned back on the chair and looked at the man who was now approaching him with a tray of what looked to be huge fucking needles. Plural. It was almost enough to make him ask Kurama if he was out of his fucking mind. Instead he transferred his gaze to the taller demon, “You're going to numb whatever you're piercing. Right?”

 

Hearing the question had Fudo laughing, he was used to hearing that question asked by humans, not by a race of demons who were generally feared by all. “No lad, you're not getting that lucky tonight,” he said before turning to Kurama, “He's got a fetish for pain but a phobia for needles?”

 

Again Kurama laughed, unperturbed by the question, “As I said he's a walking contradiction. It's quite likely after the first one he'll be looking forward to the others. That's been my experience in trying new things with him at least.” A halfhearted scowl was tossed in his direction by a Detective who was positively sulking right now. If it hadn't been the fact that it was rather amusing, Kurama would have bent the Toushin over that chair and showed him his place.

 

“I'll take your word for it,” Fudo replied and popped open a bottle of antiseptic, “This'll be a bit cold.” Although he wasn't especially worried about any sort of infection becoming a problem it'd become second habit to use the liquid. Humans were far more fragile that demons were and where a demon getting ill was next to unheard of, humans died from infection all the time.

 

The cold didn't exactly bother Yusuke, it was more the idea of what was to soon follow. 'At least that answers one question.' Now that the cotton swab was brushing over his right nipple he knew where at least one of the damned needles was going. Moments later Fudo was posed over him and ready to proceed. “Shit!” Yusuke's voice filled the room as the needle pierced his sensitive flesh, “You could have fucking asked if I was ready!”

 

“It doesn't matter if you're ready or not,” Kurama replied with a warning look which had Yusuke subsiding again. Fortunately Fudo hadn't taken offense at the outburst and was busy drawing a piece of jewelry through the hole he'd just created. This metallic scent of blood tinged the air, making Kurama inhale deeply. It was one of the things he liked best about the Toushin, his blood was always so sweet. One could almost say addicting.

 

Now that the right side was finished, Fudo moved over to the left side. The outburst really hadn't surprised him, it was rather common in ones who attempted the piercings without a numbing injection. What was more surprising was the attitude this slave was exhibiting. 'Oh, he might have pased his first milestone but I daresay that Kurama has his hands full with this one.'

 

The second piercing if possible was even more painful than the first although Yusuke didn't voice his objections this time. Instead he merely hissed through his teeth and clenched his fists, longing to take the opportunity to deck the person inflicting it upon him. Only by keeping his eyes on Kurama was he able to maintain his focus but something about the kitsune was off. There was a look to him that he'd seen only when... 'Shit, he smells the blood!' How long would his willpower last? Yusuke wasn't sure he even wanted to take a guess.

 

When Fudo made to use the antiseptic for the third and final piercing, Kurama stopped him, “Not there.” He had no desire to mar Yusuke's natural taste with some foul smelling human concoction that would serve absolutely no purpose on one of their kind.

 

After giving the kitsune a quick look, Fudo quickly recognized what he was seeing and gave a curt nod. 'No wonder he brought the lad to me. He'd have a hell of a time explaining to a human just what's about to happen.' Not that he minded one bit, it'd been a while since he got to see any sort of live performance. 'A shame I can't touch this one but beggars can't be choosers.'

 

''Not... that one?' Yusuke starred wide eyed at the kitsune as he finally realized where the third place would be. Strong hands were already moving his cock into position and he knew that his time had just run out. Yet as he prepared to move he stared helplessly into the cold eyes of his master, instantly mesmerized by the transformation taking place. It didn't even register in his mind when the cannula was inserted down his piss hole, nor did he realize when the needle pierced through the underside of his shaft. 'Oh fuck me, Youko's coming out to play.'

 

Fudo could hear the animalistic growl coming from his friend and knew that he only had moments to act.As quickly as he could he inserted the jewelry and removed his equipment, hastily stepping back as the kitsune took his place. It'd been decades since he'd last seen Youko Kurama and he was not a fool who would attempt to stand in his way.

 

The sweet scent of Yusuke's blood continued to fill the air as the wound bled profusely. Deeply Youko scented the air and advanced upon his prey, never breaking eye contact with him. ““Such a delectable feast that awaits. It is fortunate that you managed to take this step Yusuke for I grew weary of waiting. But I will wait no longer. Give yourself to me,” Youko purred seductively, never once questioning whether or not the Toushin would acquiesce to his demands.

 

Clawed hands pushed against Yusuke's chest, pinning him into place while the kitsune before him lowered his head to his aching cock. Unable to tear his eyes away he watched transfixed as a probing tongue lapped at his wound slowly, savoring his flavor as one would do when sipping a fine wine. The sensation was almost soothing and Yusuke found his eyes drifting closed until his cock was engulfed into that warm cavern.

 

Now that the Detective's body was beginning to respond Youko knew that he had to withdraw, even if it was just for a moment. Copious amounts of blood now flowed as the Toushin's shaft hardened and unless he wanted to risk his pet passing out the wound needed to be healed. With narrowed eyes he stared at the man leaning up against the wall who was intent watching the show, “Heal him now.”

 

Fudo nodded curtly and approached the couple with caution, his eyes never leaving that of the kitsune's. He'd expected something like this to happen and was prepared for the worst. It was a dangerous situation to find himself in since the demon before him was showing the drugging effects of being on a blood high. Touching the bleeding slave right now was a dangerous proposition but it needed to be done. Warily he watched the silver haired demon as his hand covered Yusuke's bleeding cock, transferring his healing energy the slave would need to heal in order to proceed.

 

Even though he'd ordered Fudo to attend to his pet's wound it still took all of Youko's control not to end the man's life for touching something that was clearly marked as his. The moment that Yusuke was healed however his patience would be at an end and the man would be doing well to remember his place.

 

Unable to tear his eyes away from the kitsune who was radiating aggression with every breath he took, Yusuke remained still and waited to see what would happen. His lover's hauntingly beautiful face was smeared with his own blood which only added to the feral expression he now wore. As much as Youko's appearance should terrify him he could only feel the excitement coursing through him at the thought of this creature bending him to his every will. “Master,” he whispered, pulling Youko's attention away from the demon who was now backing away from the both of them.

 

The lust was plain to hear in his pet's voice, causing the kitsune to pause. It was obvious what he was wanting, what he was offering just by that one simple word. The man backing away was quickly forgotten as Youko turned his attention to sating the desire that coursed through him with each breath he took. Silently he reached for the sash at his waist and tugged it free, keeping each his movements seductive and graceful, mesmerizing his prey.

 

In the instant that the silk parted and revealed his Master's chest Yusuke was moving towards him, eager to satisfy the desire to please that surged through him. The fabric slipping to the ground went ignored in favor of sliding off the chair and going to his knees, ignoring the chill of the hard floor. No command was needed to prompt him into seeing to the kitsune's needs, it was obvious to him what he needed to do now that the demon was standing before him nude.

 

Pleased at the show of attentiveness, Youko ran his hand slowly through Yusuke's hair encouraging him to continue. For a moment he'd thought that the Toushin might well get down to business and attempt to deep throat him but as he was continuing to learn the man was full of surprises. As of yet the boy hadn't been introduced to the intricacies of cock worship but that was exactly what he was beginning to perform. Later he would have to ask the man just what he'd been doing in his free time alone but for now he would merely enjoy what his pet was doing.

 

“So perfect my Master,” Yusuke said quietly while rubbing his cheek along the tip of the cock in front of him. He'd been meaning to save this surprise for something special but now with the kitsune standing before him in all his glory, Yusuke couldn't help but put his secret knowledge to work. Eagerly he clasped his hands behind his back and left them there, knowing that for this ritual they wouldn't be needed.

 

Youko's eyes gleamed as he stared down into his slave's face, taking note of the pure pleasure that the man seemed to surround himself in. The endearments that were whispered reached his ears easily, causing the slightest of smiles to come to his face. Yusuke had taught himself well and was now speaking to his cock, whispering the secret pleasures he took from each moment they came together intimately. It was endearing really to hear just how fond the man was of that particular part of his anatomy.

 

The hand running through his hair was enough to tell Yusuke that he was doing a good job of pleasing his Master just with his words alone. As eager as he was to proceed forward he knew that would be jumping ahead of himself. Instead he concentrated on the smooth feel of the skin as he brushed his lips against it, being careful not to use his tongue until he was granted permission. The natural pheromones the fox was giving off was drugging and for the briefest of moments he stilled, just to enjoy the musky scent of his arousal.

 

“Gaze upon me my pet,” Youko whispered, causing Yusuke's eyes to open slowly so he could do as he'd been ordered. Gently he pulled the Toushin back far enough so he could brush the tip of his cock across those soft lips. “How eager are you for permission to taste it my pet,” he asked slowly, his voice calmly penetrating the euphoric daze that Yusuke had succumbed to.

 

“I want to please you sir,” Yusuke breathed out as the teasing brush repeated itself across his lips. It took all of his willpower not to lick his lips and gain at least the slightest of tastes. Was the kitsune pleased? Yusuke had no true way of knowing but the one thing he was certain of was that until he'd done his job, he wouldn't get his reward.

 

“Granted, but only with your tongue,” Youko said with the slightest nod of his head. The response was immediate and within moments the Toushin was bathing the underside of his cock, paying special attention to the area's he knew to be the most sensitive. A thought came to him and Youko couldn't help but smirk. Slowly he ran a hand through his hair, withdrawing a few seeds and then scattering them about on the floor. As they grew he watched with open amusement as Fudo stepped even further away which managed to attract the interest of the few remaining employees within the building.

 

The taste of the kitsune's cock was intoxicating and Yusuke barely noticed when a slender vine slid over his ankles. Had he bothered to look the greenery would have surprised him but there was no reason to fear. Even now the plants busied themselves with inching up the walls and across the ceiling, anchoring themselves in place firmly as the fox had demanded.

 

“Stop,” Youko commanded softly and brushed his fingers against the Toushin's cheek in reassurance when he looked at him questioningly, “We're going to try something different today my pet. Do not be afraid.” Seeing that he had the Detective's curiosity aroused he had the vines tighten around Yusuke's legs and placed his arms on the man's shoulders to steady him, “Trust in me Yusuke, for we begin now.”

 

At first Yusuke had no idea what his lover was going to do but he wasn't left to wonder for long. Within moments the vines had lengthened to extend along his legs and then tightened, pulling him upwards into the air. Had it not been for the way that Youko was holding him so carefully he would have pitched forwards towards the floor. Instead the kitsune made certain he was secure as the plants hoisted him into the air until he was completely suspended from the ceiling.

 

Pleased that his pet hadn't struggled once, Youko encouraged the vines to raise the Toushin a bit further which placed the man's thick cock only inches from his lips. “You may continue now,” he whispered against the tantalizing flesh before him.

 

It was a strain to hear those whispered words but Yusuke wasn't about to be told twice. Eagerly he lapped at the dripping member, wishing he could wrap his lips around it. The position was awkward though and after a moments hesitation he was forced to reach forward and grip his Master's hips. The tall demon tensed only for the briefest of moments but when he relaxed that was all the permission that Yusuke needed to continue.

 

For now Youko contented himself with cleaning the last remnants of blood from the Toushin's shaft. The feel of the hands securing themselves on his hips was surprising but not completely unexpected given the uncertainty that the Detective had to be feeling from the new position. It was only when he felt one of those hands begin caressing the base of his tail that Youko paused in his ministrations. Briefly he closed his eyes, enjoying the gentle caresses that his pet was giving him. While it was an almost reassuring touch it was also serving to arouse him further. Smirking to himself the kitsune directed one of his vines to begin preparing the man. In this form he was considerably larger and while Yusuke relished the pain, he didn't want to incapacitate him completely.

 

The moment Yusuke felt the vine brush against his ass he forced himself to relax. What he wasn't expecting however was how quickly it increased in girth. The pain was exquisite as he was stretched brutally yet he had no thoughts of falling back on his safe word, nor pleading with the kitsune to stop. It was obvious he'd pleased Youko enough that he was going to give him exactly what he wanted. “Oh Gods, more please. Hurt me Master,” Yusuke whimpered when sharp fangs grazed across his sensitive flesh. The vines holding him fast made it difficult to move in his current position. Right now he wanted nothing more than to slam his ass down on that thick cock repeatedly but that possibility was denied to him for now. “Ngggghh, that's it, make it hurt,” he rasped when another nip was given but this time in warning. For too long he'd forgotten what he was supposed to be doing and it was time to pick up where he'd left off. Eagerly he took the thick shaft into his mouth, forcing it as far into his mouth as he could.

 

Reaching down with one hand, Youko gripped Yusuke by the hair and held his head in place. While the man was doing a decent job on his first attempt of deep throating him in this form it wasn't enough. Now that he had him exactly where he wanted him the kitsune wasted no time in thrusting his hips forward and forcing Yusuke to take more of him in. When he pulled back he could hear the gasp for air but that wasn't enough to make him even pause. Over and over he snapped his hips, pumping his cock further into that moist cavern. Only once he'd finally embedded his length completely into the Toushin's mouth did he stop and hold the man's head in place until he swallowed hard. “Do it again,” he snarled, eager to feel those muscles constricting around thick girth a second time.

 

It was difficult to comply with the demand but somehow Yusuke managed in spite of the darkness that was threatening to overwhelm him. Abruptly the kitsune started to pull away, giving him a moment to breath but he was reluctant to give up the treat he'd been given. His fingers tightened on those slender hips and tugged, hoping to get the demon to comply but it wasn't to be. Within moments his Master had stepped away, leaving him hanging there by the vines wrapped around his legs.

 

Without telling Yusuke what he intended on doing Youko began to manipulate the vines, causing tendrils to tangle around his wrists. Only then was he able to bring the man to an upright position, his toes just barely brushing the cold floor. “Don't worry Yusuke, you aren't done with my cock yet,” he murmured against the Toushin's slender neck. A flare of ki had the vines growing again, this time in order to pull Yusuke's knees up to his chest. Once the man was spread open he turned his toy towards the floor length mirror, “I want you to watch that mirror. Do not take your eyes off it it, do you understand?”

 

“Yes Master,” Yusuke said quietly, his eyes never moving from his reflection. It was painfully obvious just how much larger Youko's cock was now as the kitsune prepared to penetrate him. Licking his lips nervously, he tried to relax himself further when the kitsune wrapped his hand around the massive girth and placed it against his ass. A grunt of pain was torn from his lips as the hard shaft began invading him, stretching his ass apart like nothing he'd experienced before.

 

“I should have fucked you like this sooner,” Youko growled as he advanced. His fuck toy was so damned tight it was nearly impossible for him to move regardless of the preparation the vines had done. So far he'd only managed to force the first couple of inches into the Toushin's ass and already he was having to pull back. The second thrust gained him yet another inch but he was growing impatient. The grip he had on Yusuke's hips tightened and on the third thrust he jerked the man down, giving his body little choice but to accept the invasion. “That's more like it,” he purred, licking the shell of Yusuke's ear as the man panted with the pain of being impaled.

 

'Oh yes, I could definitely... come to like this.' The thought blurred through the haze of pain and pleasure that the kitsune was inflicting upon him. There was nothing slow or gentle about the way he was thrusting into him, nor was he expecting any tenderness. Eagerly he watched their reflections, groaning with the pleasure that came with seeing that thick cock violating him without care, stretching him to his limits. A whimper fell from his lips when the angle changed slightly, causing his sweet spot to be ruthlessly assaulted. 'Oh fuck, I need...' The desire for release was strong and had he managed to work a hand free he could have finished himself off with a couple of quick strokes. Yet the vines held firm, prolonging his torment. Sharp fangs glinted in the mirror for a moment before they embedded themselves in his shoulder, causing blood to spill from the wound. Eagerly the kitsune lapped at the crimson liquid that began to trickle down his chest.

 

Fudo watched the Mazuko being violated from his place in the doorway and now he understood just why Kurama had said that the man liked pain. By all rights his body shouldn't be able to withstand the fucking that it was taking yet there the man was pleading for more. Uncomfortably he shifted, unsure if he should leave or not. His pants had long ago become uncomfortably tight and by now the kitsune had smelled their arousal. 'There will be no stopping him in this state if he chooses to take offense. It's best to leave, we can discuss what's transpired once they are finished.'

 

Seeing the man edging away had Youko snarling in his general direction, “Don't you fucking move. You will watch and learn just who he belongs to.” The scent of their lust was causing his instincts to flare, demanding that he assert his ownership here and now if he wasn't going to eliminate the ones lusting over his possession. With one swipe of his claws, Youko shredded the vines that held the Toushin in place, dropping him to the floor.

 

Yusuke wasn't sure what to make of this new development but Youko didn't leave him time to wonder. Seconds later he was held against the wall next to where Fudo was standing, his cheek pressing hard against the cold surface. Clawed hands spread his cheeks further apart and it wasn't long before he was being filled a second time. This time there was no holding the kitsune back and it was all Yusuke could do to stand there as his ass was assaulted time and time again. “That's it, please! Fuck... me... harder Master,” Yusuke panted out while trying to push back and meet the kitsune's thrusts.

 

Hearing his slave begging like a bitch in heat was almost enough to make him come but he fought the need down for just a few more moments. “Show them who you belong to my pet. Let them hear for themselves how my touch makes your body burn,” Youko whispered against Yusuke's shoulder before dragging his tongue along his damp skin. Making sure that Fudo and the others were watching, he gripped the Toushin's hand and guided it to his neglected cock, knowing that Yusuke would eagerly take the offer to pleasure himself.

 

“I'm gonna... I'm...” Yusuke panted out and squeezed the base of his shaft, trying to hold his release back. But then Youko whispered the command that gave him permission and there was no stopping the pleasure from sweeping through his body. Stream after stream of semen splashed against the wall and Yusuke's scream of pleasure filled the room. Searing warmth filled his body as the kitsune emptied his load deep inside of him and it was all he could do not to collapse to the floor. As it was he rested the majority of his weight against the wall and closed his eyes, fighting to regain control of his breathing. Strong arms wrapped around him, tugging him away from the wall which caused him to blink up at the taller demon in confusion. 'He can't mean to go again so soon. Fuck, I don't think I have the energy left.'

 

Although his skin was covered in sweat and his hair was plastered to his body Youko was far from finished. At long last they were completely alone and he had no doubts that the others wouldn't think to intrude upon their time together again. Of course he'd have to apologize to Fudo later, much later but that could wait. Besides, he should have known better. Having one aroused demon watching so closely was pushing the limits but then to allow the others so close was just asking for trouble. With a wicked grin he led Yusuke back over to the chair he'd vacated earlier. If Yusuke thought he was finished he was sadly mistaken.

 

End Chapter Three. Please review if you liked it.