Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Journey Into Submission ❯ Chapter 4

Fandom: Yu Yu Hakusho
Title: Journey Into Submission
Author: Ryukotsusei
Pairing/Characters: Kurama/Yusuke, Youko/Yusuke/Koenma, 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 has taken the time to review so far. A few decisions have been made concerning the direction this fic will take. First, there will be a major character death for certain. Second, this fic is taking a definite turn to the darker side. This chapter will contain some ooc-ness as well as a couple of non-consensual scenes.


Special thanks goes to Kogas Hentai Luver for not only taking the time to beta this chapter but also for providing several wonderful ideas for this and the rest of the chapters that are still to come.

 

 

 

 

Chapter Four

 

 

Keiko watched Botan with open amusement as the ferry girl ogled one of the men working in the back yard. Granted, the view was a nice one she had to admit but if the taller woman drooled any harder she was going to have to get her a wash rag just to mop up the mess. Briefly she wondered if she was going to have to tell the boys to put their shirts back on but then she decided against it. Just because she'd begun dating Kazuma didn't mean she couldn't admire the view the others presented. Besides, he was one of the ones wandering around topless as well so that had to count for something.

 

Perhaps the polite thing to do would have been to ask if there was anything they could do to help but at the moment she didn't feel like moving. Asking Botan was out of the question, she had her hand propping up her chin while her eyes followed the men's movements. Or rather, one man in particular. When Keiko had realized just who the ferry girl was crushing on it had surprised her to realize that she felt no jealousy which was strange, especially when she thought back to how she'd acted upon meeting Botan the first time. 'Poor Yusuke nearly gave himself a heart attack when he figured out the impression the two of them made together.'

 

A wistful sigh had her giggling, earning her a raised look from the taller woman. Keiko decided enough was enough; it was time to prod the other woman into doing something besides sit and stare, “See something you like?”

 

The slightest of blushes crossed Botan's face but she didn't let the comment get to her. “I think the better question would be what woman wouldn't like what they see right now,” she replied easily, transferring her gaze back to the half naked bodies parading around the yard. When she'd arrived she'd been slightly annoyed to find they were running so far behind schedule but that had quickly vanished the moment Yusuke had peeled his shirt off and began displaying his nicely bronzed skin.

 

“You might have a point. All we're missing is Hiei to complete the picture,” Keiko said after a moment. Unfortunately from what Kurama had said the apparition had declined their invitation to this birthday party so there wasn't any chance of him showing up. However even if he had, somehow she doubted that the demon would have reduced himself to moving the lawn furniture so the cookout could get underway.

 

“Please,” Botan scoffed, “even if he was here do you really think he'd strip for us?” As cute as the demon might be, she really didn't want to lose her head for ogling his goods either. While the three in the yard were oblivious to the attention they were receiving, Hiei wouldn't have been. 'I've met my quota of death threats from him for this life time. Best not to chance it.'

 

“Botan, you do realize that he strips the most out of all of them right?” After the first day at the dark tournament Keiko had to wonder why in the hell he bothered wearing anything but his pants. It was all just going to get removed anyway, whether it was by his choice or not.

 

“Unfortunately,” Botan whispered, keeping her eyes transfixed on the way Yusuke's jeans clung to his backside, outlining every curve. Back then she'd felt guilty over admiring the view, especially since she'd known about how he and Keiko had felt about each other. Enough time had passed since their breakup though that she no longer felt the guilt of looking, even if it would be in bad taste to touch.

 

Keiko was sure that muttered comment was meant to be unheard and she couldn't help but roll her eyes. “You're so obvious,” Keiko said wryly, wrenching the ferry girl's attention back onto herself again. Smugly she crossed her arms and stared right back at her.

 

“I have no idea what you mean,” Botan huffed indignantly and attempted to hold the brunette's gaze. To look away now would be absolutely disastrous and give Keiko even more reason to pursue whatever she'd thought she'd picked up on. 'At least she doesn't seem angry so she can't know it's Yusuke I'm looking at. Maybe I'll get lucky and she'll drop it.'

 

“Sure you don't,” Keiko replied dryly, there was no way she was going to buy into the innocent routine that the taller woman was attempting to hand her. She'd known Botan for far too long and her infrequent visits almost always ended up with her staring at Yusuke. There was no way that she could have not noticed with how blatant the ferry girl was. “Don't even try and tell me you weren't wondering what he looks like with his pants off just now.”

 

The statement had Botan resembling a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. Furiously her jaw worked, trying to come up with some sort of response, any response that would get her out of trouble. 'Oh please let her think it's Kurama I was looking at!'

 

“What's the matter Botan, can't deny it?” Shizuru said with amusement as she sat down on the other side of the ferry girl, effectively trapping her in place. All she had heard was Keiko talking about Botan undressing someone with her eyes and she'd known automatically who she was referring to. “You know,” she drawled, “even I have to admit that Yusuke's got a fine ass. There's no harm in looking right?”

 

“Not you too! Who says I was even looking at Yusuke?” Botan fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat and attempted to ignore the knowing looks that were coming from her two friends. 'Oh man, the only way this could get any worse is if the guys overheard what we're talking about. I'd never hear the end of it!'

 

“Well who the hell else would you be looking at?” Shizuru asked with a roll of her eyes, “Kurama and Kazuma are over by the grill now and you sure as shit ain't looking in that direction. I doubt you've become obsessed with trees like someone else we know and by the way, Yusuke's face is about three feet up from where you're looking.” Abruptly Botan's gaze snapped back up from where it kept drifting. It was obvious, someone needed to get laid.

 

“I... I... well, that is,” Botan stammered, at a loss for what to say. It looked as if she were well and truly trapped with no way out. As much as she didn't want to, she had to risk a quick glance in Keiko's direction to see if the wrath of hell was about to descend on her. One thing she'd learned in her lifetime was you didn't pursue a friend's ex-boyfriend, no matter how cute he might be. There was just no telling when they might want to get back together and it just made for difficulties all around.

 

“It's obvious that you like him Botan, why haven't you approached him yet? I think everyone knows by now that we aren't getting back together,” Keiko said gently. If that was what was holding her friend back then she wanted to put those fears to rest. Although she still wasn't sure just what had made her and Yusuke drift apart, it was clear that he was happier without her. It'd taken some time to get used to the idea but eventually even she realized it was for the best. Why the man hadn't dated afterwards was a mystery though. 'Maybe they can make each other happy. Yusuke always was rather lonely, maybe she's just what he needs.'

 

“You wouldn't mind?” Botan stared at her friend suspiciously. Had anyone asked her even two years ago what true love was, she would have pointed out Keiko to them. The woman had been willing to go through hell and back for him, so for her to just give up on him seemed rather strange and hard to picture. Even though she knew the brunette was dating Kuwabara now, she'd always thought that perhaps one day she and Yusuke would find each other again. As such she'd always believed that there would be no place for her in his life, except as a friend.

 

“Of course not,” Keiko replied without hesitation, “I'm happy with Kazuma and if you can find happiness with Yusuke then I say go for it.” A quick look over to Shizuru revealed that the woman was nodding in agreement. Botan still looked uncertain however and Keiko was beginning to wonder if she was going to have to lock her in a closet with the man in question just to prove to her that it was fine.

 

Botan remained silent for several long moments as she contemplated the man in question. Their gazes met briefly and she could see the curiosity lurking in Yusuke's eyes but she merely gave him a slight smile. Of course he shrugged his shoulders and then walked into the house, leaving her to ponder over the possibility that had been presented to her. Sighing heavily she cast a forlorn look at the door he'd disappeared through, “I don't know Keiko, he's never really shown an interest in me before.”

 

“Maybe that's because you've bashed him in the head with your oar one too many times,” Shizuru replied before Keiko could and then lit a cigarette, “Really, each time he looked at your ass before you nearly knocked him out. What do you expect, him to hit on you just so he can get beat on again?” Of course that had happened while he'd still been dating Keiko but the result was the same. Not even Kazuma would have looked at her pervertedly after being knocked around like that. Yusuke might have a masochistic streak but if she was to wager a guess, tackling someone like Botan would be too much work.

 

“Well then what do you suggest I do?” Botan looked at the two of them uneasily, not noticing that Kurama had followed Yusuke inside. It was true, she'd attempted to give the man brain damage on more than one occasion but what was she supposed to do when he was trying to see through her kimono?

 

“Go and ask him if he'd like to go out on a date,” Keiko said with a shrug of her shoulders. She'd never had a problem asking him out and usually Yusuke would agree, even if it was something that he hadn't wanted to do. Of course it was probably the chance at a free meal that had him accepting but that was beside the point.

 

“Please,” Shizuru scoffed, “Yusuke's thick headed enough that he'd accept not knowing that she was looking to get in his pants. You want to get his attention girl?” She looked at Botan and received a somewhat hesitant nod, “Then get off your ass, go in there straight up tell him what you're thinking. Or kiss him, that's one way to avoid the awkward bullshit. You already know he likes the way you look or he wouldn't have earned all those lumps on his head.” Honestly she didn't believe in pussyfooting around, if Botan wanted the man she was going to have to let him know she was interested and not beat around the bush.

 

Botan couldn't help but groan at the advice she'd been given, “Why did I have the feeling that you were going to say something like that?” Now if only she could get the courage to act upon it. Glancing around the backyard she realized that Kurama was gone now as well. 'Alright, I'll wait for Kurama to leave or Yusuke to come out so I can drag him away. I'd rather not have an audience for this one.'

 

 

 

-Inside the house-

 

 

Yusuke took a deep breath and stared at his reflection in the mirror. 'Damn this day is just dragging itself out.' Although the day itself hadn't been bad, it had been very trying. After having lived with Kurama for six months now, certain behaviors had finally sunk in and now they were difficult to change. Most days it wasn't a problem but since today was Kurama's birthday and everyone was here, in their house, it made things that much harder. More than once he'd caught himself before he called the kitsune Master or asked him if he could go and do something he'd normally need permission for.

 

His behavior had already earned more than a couple of odd looks but there was no way in hell he was going to reveal to his friends that he was a slave in training that would soon be pursuing the demon he wanted as a lover. Even Botan had been acting weird around him and he had to wonder if maybe they'd picked up on more than he'd been meaning too. 'Either that or someone found their way into the play room. Yeah, let's see Kurama try and explain that one.'

That reminded him of yet another source of his headaches. Yusuke had thought that the fox had learned what his limits were the first night he'd spent in the cage but he was only partially right. While Kurama didn't leave him in that condition again he was continually pushing to see just how far he could go. Even this morning he'd been woken up by a horny kitsune and made to service him orally. Of course he'd been hoping to go farther but Kurama had quickly put an end to that train of thought.

 

And the reason? Kurama had said he wanted to have a real party after everyone had left which meant that he was left with a raging hard on most of the morning. But that hadn't been the end of it, each time he finally managed to get a bit of relief by losing his erection the bastard just had to do something to bring it back. The slightest of touches were given, which were of course unnoticed by the others were given or the words whispered in his ear when no one was close enough to hear. Each instance brought his lust to the surface again until he was ready to slam the kitsune against the wall and demand that he fuck him now.

 

“Problems my pet?”

 

The softly spoken question had Yusuke's head snapping up, his eyes going to Kurama's in the mirror. 'Well speak of the devil.' The door closed softly behind the redhead assuring them privacy but Yusuke didn't bother to hope that the man had come to get him off. “Naw, everything is fine, sir,” he replied, knowing that even if he were to voice his objection to what the man was doing it wouldn't make a damned bit of a difference. It was just a game the kitsune liked to play.

 

“I don't know whether I should believe you or not,” Kurama replied softly, stepping up behind the Toushin and nuzzling his ear. The reaction was instantaneous and he could feel the shudder wrack the man's body. He'd been keeping him on edge purposefully all evening because he planned on taking his slave in his kitsune form. There were very few instances where he indulged in the ability to change forms and when he did Yusuke had to be on the brink to handle the pain that would be inflicted upon him.

 

The feel of the hand sliding across his chest had Yusuke closing his eyes and attempting to ignore the fleeting caress. “That's up to you, sir,” he intoned softly, knowing that whatever answer he gave was likely to just add even more torment. A low chuckle whispered across his ear telling him that he'd been right and now the hand was going even lower, slipping beneath the waistband of his jeans. 'Bastard.'

 

“I bet I could tell you what you're thinking right now,” Kurama whispered as his hand stroked the Toushin's cock slowly. Immediately it began hardening in his palm, causing the man in front of him to groan wantonly. “Look at me Yusuke,” he waited until the man's eyes opened slowly and fixated upon his reflection, holding his gaze intently, “You're cursing me for teasing you like this aren't you? Hating me because you know I won't give you the release you want, no, the release you need.” Yes, by the time the others had left Yusuke would be willing to impale himself on his cock without preparation if he so ordered it.

 

“Then why did you ask if I was having problems,” Yusuke growled out when the hand encircling his dick tightened painfully. As much as he wanted to be able to thrust forward and take some small pleasure in the hold he couldn't, the kitsune's body had him pretty much trapped against the counter leaving him no room to move.

 

“We're alone Yusuke, remember that," Kurama breathed out, malice tainting his words. It had been all he could do not to reprimand the man for acting as if they had no relationship whatsoever. 'I should have never allowed him to dictate the terms of our involvement. Then I could order him to assume the proper behavior whenever the others are around.' Of course it was doubtful if Yusuke would permit the humiliation of what would happen but it was still nice to think about from time to time.

 

“Yeah we are, so what are you going to do about it... Master,” Yusuke taunted him, knowing that the quickest way to get what he wanted was to provoke the redhead. 'So help me if he doesn't get me off this time though I'm gonna kick his ass out of here and finish it myself.' It had been a miracle that Kurama hadn't put the cock ring on him, he'd wanted to in spite of how obvious his constant erection would have been but in the end decided against it.

 

“On your knees,” Kurama ordered, spinning the Toushin around roughly and grabbing a handful of his black hair. The arrogant look never left his slave's face, causing him to smirk. 'So this is how you want to play is it, Yusuke?' With his free hand he yanked at the buttons on his jeans, allowing his cock to spring free of its confines. Locking gazes with his lover, Kurama spoke softly, “It seems that you think that while the others are here you are above my rules. Make no mistake; it's up to me to decide when I take my pleasure in you and when you are allowed to get off. Now open your mouth.”

 

Immediately he plunged his cock into Yusuke's mouth, giving him virtually no time to prepare for the fucking his face was about to receive. Kurama's eyes slid closed as the warmth enveloped his cock, forcing his slave to take it in completely, snapping his hips forward hard. The groan that came from the man's throat had him purring in pleasure. Yusuke did have the sweetest mouth and he was going to enjoy abusing it before he had to go back outside.

 

It was difficult but Yusuke forced his throat to relax and tried to ignore his gag reflex each time the kitsune thrust into his mouth. The wet sounds coming from his throat mingled with Kurama's moans of pleasure that filled the room, if anyone were to walk by there would be no hiding what was going on. Yet the idea while undesired also brought a certain thrill to it which had Yusuke working his tongue along the underside of the shaft brutalizing his mouth. By now his own pants were painfully tight yet he didn't dare touch his own erection.

 

“That's it, show me how much you want it you little slut,” Kurama said as he leaned over, forcing Yusuke's head even further back while he braced himself over the bathroom counter. Warm hands were now cupping his balls, kneading them gently and adding to his pleasure. Through heavily lidded eyes he stared down into his slave's face, smirking when he saw the trails of saliva escaping from his mouth. The urge to come was overwhelming with Yusuke looking so helpless and used but loving every moment of it. With a final thrust of his hips he buried his length down Yusuke's throat and pinned him in place. Stream after stream of semen shot down the Toushin's throat, forcing the man to swallow hard around his cock and drawing out his pleasure. Only after he was completely spent did he draw away from his lover and begin to straighten his clothing. Afterwards he pulled a couple of tissues out and handed them to Yusuke, “You'll want to clean yourself up quickly, I'm sure that the others are wondering where we are.”

 

With that the kitsune was gone, leaving Yusuke to stare out through the open door. Cursing to himself he took the tissues and wiped his face clean, not wanting anyone to wander by and wonder why he was drooling on himself. 'Fuck. This is insane!' The feel of his pants were entirely too constricting making him curse under his breath. He couldn't even consider the possibility of finishing himself off. Although Kurama's words had been given as a suggestion he'd known exactly what they meant. If he wasn't out there within a few moments the redhead was coming back and dragging him out there. 'Just what I need to do, parade around the back yard with a hard on that none of them will miss.'

 

There was nothing that he could do about it though and he knew it. Taking a deep breath he turned away from the window, only to collide with Botan. “Umm hey, if you need the can I was just leaving,” he said awkwardly. What were the chances that she'd come in here like that? 'At least I had the chance to clean myself up. I can just imagine what she'd think of seeing Kurama's spunk on my lips.'

 

“Actually I came to talk to you,” Botan said uncertainly and then looked him over carefully. He looked mighty uncomfortable standing there and his face was flushed. At first she wondered if he might be ill but as her gaze traveled further south she realized what his problem is. 'Damn! Why the hell would Keiko pass up a chance at experiencing that?'

 

Yusuke blinked several times when he realized just what she was looking at and then coughed to regain her attention, “What is it you need?” For a moment she ignored what he said in favor of checking out certain body parts which had him mentally cursing again. He was going to kill Kurama for putting him in this situation!

 

The sight had Botan's mind working furiously, processing what she'd just discovered. The last person that he'd been looking at before coming inside had been her if she didn't count Kurama and the fox didn't count. Not when dealing with something like this. 'Could he really have been thinking of me?' The possibility wasn't something that she could dismiss out of hand and when he continued to stare at her expectantly, she realized that she'd probably stopped him from taking care of his problem.

 

Throwing caution to the wind she leaned forward and pressed her body against his before he had a chance to question what she was doing. Pleased that he hadn't pushed her away as of yet she brushed her lips against his, savoring the soft feel of them for the first time. Yet when he didn't respond she pulled back slightly, and stared into his confused eyes. “Yusuke,” she said softly, knowing she probably stunned him by making the first move. Slowly she brushed her fingers across his lips in a gentle caress.

 

Even as his body responded eagerly to the nonverbal command that Kurama had insisted on teaching him, his mind protested violently that it was the wrong person giving it to him. His body jerked with each spurt that coated the inside of his jeans, pressing him even harder against the woman standing in front of him, seeking to prolong the pleasure it was receiving. 'Aw fuck! This is bad, real fucking bad!'

 

When Botan felt his body jerk against hers and pressed even closer, she was certain that he was enjoying having her so close. His hands came up to grip her arms firmly as though he wasn't sure if he was allowed to pull her closer. 'Maybe Keiko and Shizuru were right, I shouldn't have waited so long to tell him I was interested in something more than friendship.' Slowly she nuzzled his chest, enjoying the warmth he gave off, “You feel good, you know that?”

 

Emerald eyes narrowed as Kurama stepped into the bathroom with a lethal grace that betrayed the rage that was simmering just beneath the surface. His eyes met Yusuke's and they narrowed even further. The scent of semen was strong in the air and it damned sure wasn't his own which could only mean one thing and he was far from pleased. A malicious smirk crossed his face as he pressed his body up against the ferry girl's trapping the both of them in place. “He does, doesn't he?” Kurama purred seductively, willing the woman to remain still. Now that he was right on top of her he could smell the scent of her arousal and it angered him still further.

 

“Kurama?” Botan said uncertainly, her body tensing as he pressed even closer. 'What did he mean by that and what is he doing?' Her mind raced frantically as she tried to figure out just what the hell she'd managed to get herself into and why she'd been sandwiched between both men.

 

“Who else would it be?” he whispered against her neck, enjoying the smell of fear that she was beginning to give off. Perhaps her feeble mind was slowly making the connection but he was loath to pass up the opportunity to impress upon her just who Yusuke belonged to. “Did you enjoy it Botan, pressing up against him so intimately and giving him the release that was mine by right to give?”

 

“Release?” Heat flooded Botan's cheeks as she realized what he was talking about. Yusuke looked ready to panic and it was only the weight of their two bodies that was holding him in place. The second part of his words finally sunk in causing her eyes to widen considerably, “Then that means... you're lovers?”

 

“Bingo,” Kurama mocked the woman in front of him. It was about time that she figured it out. “We're lovers and so much more Botan,” he continued softly, “I would ask if the knowledge disgusts you but I know better. Would you like to hear how he begs for something that you could never give him? Or would you rather have a personal demonstration; the chance to watch as I drive into him over... and over... and over again.” Slowly his hand ran up the outside of her thigh, sliding beneath her skirt until he reached the flimsy material of her panties. With one tug they were ripped free from her body, leaving her exposed.

 

The feel of the material tearing had her gasping in surprise but quickly she looked over her shoulder at him and narrowed her eyes. He was taking far too many liberties and it was time to let him know she wasn't putting up with it any longer. “You wouldn't dare,” Botan stated firmly, ignoring the dangerous gleam in Kurama's eyes, “That's just sick so don't even go there.” As much as she wanted to demand he let her go she was hoping that Yusuke would open his mouth and negate what the kitsune had just said.

 

“Sick? I think not Botan,” Kurama chuckled lowly, causing her to shiver beneath him. “If only you knew the things that I make him do whenever the thought pleases me. Tell me Botan, what would you say if I were to tell you that with one command I could have him naked and on his knees, presenting himself to be fucked? Or that sometimes he purposefully disobeys my orders, just so he can feel my whip cutting into his skin and knowing that once I'm done he'll be forced to worship my cock.” Her continued silence was telling, even though she'd condemned them she still wasn't making any attempt to escape. “I think you secretly like the idea of the things I'm allowed to do with him. Did you know that one of his fantasies is to take two cocks up his ass at the same time, using him like a bitch in heat?”

 

Botan whimpered when his hand forced itself between her legs, caressing her damp sex slowly. “Enough,” she whispered. “You've proven your point.” Whether the things he was saying were true or not no longer mattered, she wanted no part in the games that they played. How could she have been so foolish as to believe that Yusuke could be interested in her?

 

“Have I really? Suddenly I'm not so sure,” Kurama whispered as he thrust his fingers deep into her body, working them slowly. As he'd guessed, the little minx was indeed aroused by his words but it was likely her shame overrode the effect that his words were having on her. It didn't matter though, he had a point to prove and she wasn't getting away until he made it. Slowly he pulled his soaked fingers free of her body and glared at Yusuke, promising that he would indeed be punished later that evening, “I hope she was worth the pain I will gift you with later tonight slave. Now open your mouth.”

 

“No,” Yusuke glared at Kurama, his eyes darkening to show just how angry he was, “this has gone far enough. Let her go, you can do what you want to me after she's gone.” Even though her actions had brought damaging results, Botan hadn't realized what she was doing at the time. Surely the kitsune had to realize that much at least and would allow her to escape without further humiliation.

 

“You're forgetting your place and just who you're dealing with,” Kurama said icily, while his hand moved up to caress the tender flesh of Botan's throat. It was a clear warning of what could happen should Yusuke refuse, even though the ferry girl was unlikely to realize the danger that she was in. “Open your mouth. Now.”

 

For a moment Yusuke did nothing, debating on whether or not Kurama was serious in his threat. Before this had all started he wouldn't have believed that the kitsune was capable of hurting the girl standing between them but now he wasn't so sure. None of them knew what exactly lay beneath the masks Kurama wore and he wasn't so sure that he wanted to chance it. The man could do what he wanted to him but Yusuke couldn't allow him to hurt Botan. When traces of Youko began to make themselves known, showing just how close Kurama was to giving into his demonic side, Yusuke gave in. “Fine, Master,” he spat the words out at the redhead and opened his mouth like he'd been told. Within moments the fingers which had been buried in the ferry girl's pussy were shoved into his mouth.

 

“Good boy, now suck them clean,” Kurama murmured his approval, sliding his fingers deeper into the Toushin's mouth. Abruptly his grip tightened around Botan's throat when he felt her attempting to look away, “Don't tempt fate little girl. Watch him and know that this is the closest your pussy will ever come to my Yusuke again.” With a cruel smile he leaned in closer to whisper in her ear, “And just so you know, Mazoku are not the only demons that have been known to feast upon the flesh of humans... or beings from the Reikai for that matter. Take care to remember that in the future should you ever look upon my possession with carnal intentions again.”

 

Certain that his message had been received; Kurama pulled his fingers from Yusuke's mouth and stepped away from the girl, giving her the chance to bolt. As expected she took it gladly, nearly running from the room leaving him alone with his prize. What he didn't expect was for Yusuke to storm out of the room after her, sparing him only a disgusted glance. 'Most likely to apologize. It is no matter, he belongs to me and no other. She'd be doing well to remember that.'

 

“Botan, wait,” Yusuke called out to her retreating back, completely ignoring the look that Kurama had given him. He'd deal with the consequences later but he had to at least tell her that he was sorry for what had happened. 'She didn't deserve that shit, there's no way she could have known. I'm the one he needs to be pissed off at; I should have told her to meet me outside or something!' This was his fault for letting her get so close in the first place. 'Dammit... How the hell was I supposed to know she was going to do something like that anyway?'

 

As much as Botan wished that she could face Yusuke right now she just couldn't. It was obvious that the man was accepting of what Kurama was doing even if she didn't understand why. Now she felt like a fool for approaching him in the first place and was beyond humiliated. Never before had she been degraded in such a fashion and she didn't even want to contemplate the threat that had been given. 'Why didn't Yusuke at least stick up for me then?' Tears ran down her face as she pushed open the door, intent on getting outside. Only then would she be able to leave even if it would leave everyone else with questions that she didn't feel comfortable with answering.

 

Keiko looked up upon hearing the door open, her eyes widening upon seeing how distraught Botan was. 'I don't think I've ever seen her this upset.' Yusuke's voice came only moments later, calling for her to at least talk to him. “What's going on?” Whatever it was it had to be bad by the looks of things and she quickly got up, determined to find out what had happened.

 

Anger flowed through Yusuke as he crossed the doorway. Already, Kuwabara and the other girl's were gathering, determined to find out what had happened. Unfortunately he knew that there was no way in hell he was going to be able to explain this one. He could feel Kurama coming up behind him. Although he hadn't hit the kitsune yet in their friendship, now it was tempting to beat his ass for what he'd done. They were definitely going to have a talk when everyone had left if not sooner. Yet the idea fled from his mind as Botan seemingly tripped on nothing, causing her to fall to the ground, “Oh fuck.”

 

“That's what she gets,” Kurama whispered,” for touching something that doesn't belong to her.” He then walked past the Toushin and put on a false mask of concern over the ferry girl's condition. It was a pity really that she had the bad luck to fall in front of everyone, even worse that her short skirt gathered around her waist when she did so, ensuring that everyone there got a good look at her feminine attributes.

 

“Get away from me,” Botan sobbed as she attempted to straighten her skirt and cover herself again. That the kitsune was now pretending like he gave a damn damaged her pride even further and she angrily slapped his hand away when he tried to help her to her feet, “Don't ever touch me again! I can't believe you both, just stay away from me.” There was no reason at all for her fall which could only mean that somehow the kitsune was responsible, wanting to hurt her even further than he already had.

 

Seeing her friend in such an obvious state of distress after having gone to Yusuke had Keiko seeing red. As the ferry girl materialized her oar and took off towards the Reikai without even saying goodbye, she stormed over to the man, intent on getting answers, “Yusuke just what the hell did you do to her?”

 

Now all of them were looking at him like he had the answer to everything but he didn't dare tell them what had happened. If nothing else he couldn't do that to Botan, he seriously doubted that she would want all of them finding out about that little stunt Kurama pulled. Not to mention revealing the arrangement that he and Kurama had at the moment. If Botan decided to say something then the others would find out but not until then. Crossing his arms he stared at the brunette defiantly, “Stay out of it Keiko, what happened is between me and Botan.”

 

“Stay out of it?” Keiko stared at him incredulously for a moment before unleashing her full fury upon him, “My best friend just ran out of here in tears and you want me to stay out of it? Screw you Yusuke, I want to know what happened in there! We sent her in there to talk to you, what did you do? Pounce on her like a dog? I think we all saw what she wasn't wearing and I doubt she came here like that!” The guilty look that crossed his face had her paling in horror, “You did didn't you!”

 

Even though he saw the blow coming Yusuke didn't make any attempt to dodge her hand. Although Keiko may not know what she was hitting him for, he believed she was justified in taking a swing at him. Yet the impact never came and Yusuke broke eye contact with her to stare at the redhead who had caught her outstretched hand, “Let her go.” He didn't need Kurama to protect him from something he felt he deserved. When the kitsune didn't do as he'd said he grabbed Kurama's wrist in a tight hold, squeezing it in a clear warning. There was no way in hell he was going to stand by and allow him to hurt her, no matter what his reasoning was.

 

“No,” Kurama stated calmly, not even giving the Toushin a sideways glance. His hand stayed wrapped tightly around Keiko's as he stared at the woman. Soft brown eyes stared at him in surprise over the fact that he'd stepped in and stopped her from slapping Yusuke into next week for what he'd done. “Keiko,” he said softly, “As amusing as your tantrum may be, you will not be permitted to carry it out this time. I will not stand by and watch you abuse Yusuke when you have no idea as to what transpired within. If you want answers, speak to Botan.”

 

“In case you've forgotten Botan left here in tears,” Keiko said sourly, “I can't talk to someone who isn't here and it's obvious that he did something to hurt her. How can you stand up for him after you saw how upset she was?” The grip on her wrist tightened the slightest bit but she withstood the pain and stared Kurama in the eyes, “You know what happened don't you? So why don't you tell me.” As each moment passed she was becoming more and more confused, Yusuke's reaction to Kurama's attempt at protecting him left her baffled.

 

“Botan got exactly what she deserved, nothing less. Things are not always what they seem to be so before you start making accusations, make certain you have your facts straight,” Kurama replied coldly, tightening his grip even further when she glared at him. Only then did her eyes widen with the pain he was inflicting with his near crushing grip. Only the fact that Yusuke and Kuwabara looked ready to come to her defense had him releasing her hand with an expression of distaste.

 

“What the hell crawled up his ass?” Shizuru looked at Yusuke questioningly as the man released the grip he had on the redhead. She wasn't so quick to jump to conclusions like Keiko was even though they'd both seen the ferry girl's hasty exit. More to the point she'd seen Botan's reaction to Kurama trying to help her and now the kitsune's reaction to Keiko just solidified her opinion that the redhead had more of a part in this than Yusuke had. But what it was she couldn't be certain and she wasn't going to begin to speculate.

 

“Don't worry about it, Shizuru, I'm going to take care of the problem,” Yusuke said, his voice deathly calm as he looked at the redhead. To any of the others Kurama looked to be the picture of composure now but he knew better. He could see the rage lurking just below the surface in the man's eyes and he knew that at the moment it was directed solely at him.

 

Silence enveloped the group as the two demons stared each other down, neither wanting to give way in the clash of wills. Something about the aura that they were giving off was enough to make even Kuwabara uneasy. “I guess this means the party is over,” he said after a moment, hoping to break the stalemate. As much as he loved a good fight, he didn't want to see these two go at it when Keiko and his sister were standing right there.

 

“Yeah, we'll have to continue this another time,” Yusuke drawled out in response. As much as he hated to end the party so soon the others didn't need to bear witness to what was about to happen. Keiko and Shizuru disappeared into the house to grab their purses while Kuwabara stared at the both of them before shaking his head.

 

Slowly Kuwabara moved to follow the girls inside but paused when he reached Kurama's side, “I'm only saying this because you're my friend instead of settling this another way. Real men don't hurt women, not for any reason. I don't know what happened and frankly I don't care but I'm only going to say this once. Don't ever touch Keiko again.” Had it been anyone but a friend he would have beat the shit out of the person for daring to lay a hand on her. Instead he'd issued a warning and based on the look that the kitsune was giving him he wasn't too pleased about it. That wasn't his problem though; if there was a next time then he'd settle the matter with his fists.

 

“Then teach her to keep her hands to herself, Kuwabara,” Kurama replied softly and then walked into the house. The taller man's threat meant absolutely nothing to him. While he respected Kuwabara's fighting ability, it wasn't anywhere on the same level as his own and as such his warning could not be taken seriously. The girls looked at him expectantly when he entered the living room but he ignored them and proceeded into the bedroom. Soon he would begin Yusuke's punishment but first the others had to leave the house.

 

“Sorry things turned out this way man. Go take care of Keiko while I deal with this alright?” Yusuke said before walking inside to follow the kitsune. He knew that Kuwabara would make sure the girls got home safely, that was something he didn't have to question. Slowly he took a deep breath and then pushed the bedroom door open. Kurama was sitting on the bed, looking as if he'd been expecting him at any moment which he probably had been. Quickly he stepped inside and shut the door behind him, “We've got to talk.”

 

“Indeed we do,” Kurama regarded the man glowering at him coldly,”Obviously you believe I went too far.” The moment that he'd stepped between them he'd known that Yusuke was going to take offense at the treatment he'd given both Keiko and Botan but that hadn't stopped him. In fact it hadn't even made him pause in his course of action.

 

“That's the understatement of the fucking year. What the hell were you thinking?” The way that Kurama was speaking only served to piss him off even further. It was as if he were speaking about the weather, not the fact that he'd embarrassed Botan and manhandled Keiko. “You'd better start explaining yourself cause I'm running really fucking short on patience,” Yusuke said while advancing on the other man.

 

“I should be the one asking you that,” Kurama said coldly, his eyes narrowing at his lover. In the heat of Yusuke's anger the man had forgotten the most basic of the rules but that was a reprimand that could wait until later. For now he needed to get the Toushin back in the proper frame of mind. Slowly he threaded a hand through his hair, pulling forth a seed and flicking it at the Toushin.

 

Before it could make contact with his chest Yusuke snatched it out of the air, “What the hell do you mean by that and what are you trying to pull with this thing?” He definitely didn't like the look of cold amusement in those green eyes and hastily he made a move to toss the seed away. However the action came too late and he could only watch in disgust as the seed sprouted.

 

The thin golden vine wrapped around the Toushin's wrist, anchoring itself in place firmly. Once Kurama was certain that the man couldn't remove it he stood and walked towards the man. “In answer to your second question, the seeding has bound your ki for the time being. You have no use for it," Kurama stated before gripping Yusuke by the upper arm and using his body weight to throw him onto the bed. The man's struggles were amusing but hardly worth the effort as he straddled his lover's hips. “As to the first question, do you believe I was going to stand by and watch as another tempted you?”

 

“Take it off,” Yusuke growled at the demon looming over him. If the kitsune was going through the trouble of locking away his power it couldn't mean anything at all good for him that was for damned sure. For a moment he wondered if he was actually going to get his wish when those elegant hands began to roam along his arms but when they were merely pinned into place he swore.

 

“All in good time my pet. You never did answer my question,” Kurama purred, enjoying the struggles of the man beneath him. There was no way for Yusuke to escape at the moment since he had the greater power and leverage on his side. One way or another he would make the Toushin see the error of his ways.

 

“So you're pissed that Botan made a pass at me. Big fucking deal, I didn't know she was interested and I sure as hell didn't know that was going to happen. You want to blame someone? Blame yourself, it's your fucking fault you had me strung out like that so when she did come along it happened,” Yusuke snapped at the man, uncaring of just how pissed he made him. If the red head quit being a sadistic bastard half the time it wouldn't feel like his dick was going to explode at any minute.

 

“My dear, Yusuke,” Kurama said, shaking his head in amusement, “you're forgetting that I can play with you how I want, when I want and where I want. Your needs and desires are secondary to my own yet you see fit to blame me for what occurred? Perhaps if you'd stopped and thought about it you would have realized why she was there.” Seeing the man's blank look Kurama couldn't help but sigh, “What possible reason would a woman have for entering the bathroom with you, Yusuke, really. If she needed to talk to you there was the rest of the house which was empty but she chose to corner you in the bathroom instead. I have to wonder if maybe you were somehow encouraging her since you feel your needs aren't being met. No Yusuke, the blame for this one rests only on your shoulders.”

 

“Bullshit, you were there and you seen everything that led up to her finding me in the bathroom. How the fuck does that count as encouraging her?” Yusuke couldn't believe what he was hearing but he could tell that the kitsune believed every damned word he was saying. The idea of him wanting Botan was just too far out there for anyone to take seriously. If that had been the case then what the hell had he been working his ass off for with Kurama for the past seven months?

 

“You didn't push her away,” Kurama reminded him gently, “that in itself is encouragement. If you had only done something as simple as that, this entire mess could have been avoided from the start. But since you didn't I was forced to take appropriate actions which you disapproved of. You should know by now that you are mine Yusuke and for as long as you remain in my possession, no other shall touch you. I will not tolerate it.” He could see the remains of the Toushin's anger lingering but for the moment the man was doing a decent job of locking it down. The thought pleased him because now they could move onto more important things.

 

“Fine, I screwed up but I'm warning you Kurama. Touch Keiko or Botan like that again and we're going to have problems. I'm not going to stand by and watch you or anyone else hurt either of them. Are we clear?” Yusuke wanted to make damned sure that the redhead knew that crossing that line wasn't going to be tolerated again. It was a surprise to him that Kuwabara had stood by and let it happen. Even so, it was most likely only because he'd grabbed Kurama's arm like he had and the friendship that existed between them.

 

Ignoring Yusuke's comment, Kurama removed himself from the bed and went to his dresser. The flippant way that the Toushin had dismissed the severity of what he'd done bothered him and it was time to give him an example. One that would stick in his mind and make him think twice about allowing another person to proposition him again. “Take off the rest of your clothes, Yusuke, it's time for your punishment,” he called back over his shoulder while sliding the drawer open. For a moment there weren't any sounds of movement coming from behind him and he wondered if Yusuke would do as he'd been told. But then the sound came of a zipper being lowered and he smiled. Some addictions were impossible to break it would seem. Even if Yusuke was pissed he still craved the physical pleasure he knew would be coming with his punishment.

 

Lowering his hand, Kurama ran his fingertips over the soft fur lying on top of his clothing. He'd been saving this for a special occasion and thought that Yusuke might enjoy it but instead he was going to use it to further humiliate the man. His hand closed around the toy and a bottle of lube before he turned to face the man lying naked upon the bed, looking at him with a mixture of curiosity and hostility, “Get on your hands and knees.”

 

For a moment Yusuke could only blink at what appeared to be a tail in Kurama's hand but with a shrug of his shoulders he complied. He'd known that he'd be punished for standing up to the kitsune; there was no getting around that. It was best to get it over and done with so they could put it behind them. The sound of the bottle opening had him tensing for the chill he knew was coming because Kurama never did bother to warm the lube when he was in this kind of mood.

 

There was nothing slow or gentle about the way Kurama pushed two fingers into the Toushin's ass and he fully expected the hiss of pain that followed immediately after. “I don't want to hear another sound out of you Yusuke. You're lucky I'm feeling generous enough to prepare you for what's coming,” he said softly as he worked those fingers even deeper into the tight passage, causing the Toushin's back to arch. As he pulled his hand back he added two more fingers, smirking when he heard the groan of discomfort that his pet was trying to muffle with the pillow.

 

Stinging pain tore through his lower body as the kitsune stretched him mercilessly. Yusuke knew what he was planning on doing with that tail yet he had to wonder just what else the man had in mind. It was obvious that with it in place he wouldn't be able to be fucked so it left him in the dark as to what the redhead wanted. Moments later the fingers spread, forcing him to bite his lip to keep from crying out, the bastard wasn't even going out of his way to make any of it pleasurable. Instead he was working on stretching his ass to huge proportions as quickly as possible with no thought to comfort. 'Shit man, if this is only the start I'm not going to be able to walk by the time he's done.'

 

As tempting as it was to pull his cock out and bury it in Yusuke's ass, Kurama refrained. This was about teaching Yusuke a lesson, not taking his pleasure in him unfortunately. So it was with disappointment that he pulled his fingers free, “Here are the rules, Yusuke. Tonight you will do exactly as I say and there will be no questioning of my orders. You will not speak unless I ask you a direct question. Do you understand so far?”

 

“Yes, sir,” Yusuke panted out, breathing a sigh of relief when the painful intrusion had stopped. Yet it wasn't gone for long as something cold and hard took its place, stretching him even wider then Kurama's fingers had. It was almost as if the kitsune had impaled him on his cock but he knew better. A moan slipped past his lips when the anal plug was firmly in place, one of the large curves resting directly on his sweet spot. Blood immediately rushed to his cock, bringing it to full attention but he knew there was no chance of relief anytime soon.

 

“Good,” Kurama said warmly and ran his fingers through the fox tail hanging so deliciously between the Toushin's cheeks. It looked rather fetching on him, the black and silver fur contrasting sharply with his pale skin. He'd chosen it for that reason in particular, along with its large size. At the widest point it was just over three inches across, ensuring a snug fit for its owner. “Now then,” he began, “This is to remain in place until I say it can be removed. If you touch it before then I will be most displeased. Come with me, it's time we relocated to your room.”

 

That much at least he'd been expecting, it was rare that Kurama allowed him to remain in his bedroom and even rarer still that they fucked in it. Without complaint he stood and began to walk from the room but stopped when the redhead gripped his arm tightly.

 

“On your hands and knees my pet. You have no need to do anything except to act like the well trained pet you are supposed to be. I will not have you embarrassing me tonight in front of our guest,” Kurama told him sharply. The look of surprise and irritation on Yusuke's face was plain to see but to his credit he didn't ask who the hell was coming over. Although it was a spur of the moment thought, he knew that he would have no problems in convincing the man to join them. After all, he had the perfect persuasion at his disposal.

 

'Who the hell does he have coming over?' Yusuke wracked his brain for anyone who he thought might be into this sort of life style but he kept coming up empty. The only remote possibility that he could think of was Hiei and somehow he doubted that would be their audience given the reason he was here in the first place. The other thing bugging him as he crawled along the floor at the redhead's side was this almost sounded like it was something he had planned which made no sense. None of them had known the evening was going to turn into the mess that it had so what was he missing?

 

With a secretive smile on his face Kurama led Yusuke into the play room and then pointed towards one of the nearly bare walls, “Rest over there for now.” It was a spot that the Toushin knew well and he moved without question while Kurama gathered up a fine gold leash. “This is where you will remain until I free you,” he said quietly and snapped one end to the collar around Yusuke's neck. The other end was affixed to a ring that had been anchored into the wall, providing a sturdy place to tether his pet when he wasn't needed to perform any of the services he'd been trained in.

 

Yusuke sighed and lay on the floor, knowing that he wasn't going to be getting up anytime soon. Already Kurama was walking out of the room, to where who the hell knew. Most likely he was calling over his friend, whoever the hell that was. The redhead sure wasn't filling him in on any of the important details that was for sure. Instead it had seemed that things had fallen back into the routine it had been before and Yusuke wasn't quite sure what to make of it.

 

Now that Kurama was out of the room he decided it was time to make his call. Putting Yusuke in the play room hadn't been absolutely necessary but it did make things easier for him. The man certainly wouldn't be compliant for long as soon as he figured out who their guest would be. As it were, he fully expected that he would be forced to truss Yusuke up on one of the restraints before the night was through, hence the ki binder which kept Yusuke from being able to break free. Casually he made his way into his office and then went to his desk, pulling open a drawer to reveal a communicator that the others most likely hadn't realized he still had. Gracefully he dropped down into the chair and flipped it open. To his delight it wasn't long before his call was answered.

 

“Kurama, to what do I owe this pleasure?” Koenma asked him, his expression guarded. It wasn't often that the kitsune called on him and whenever he did it was because he wanted something.

 

“I have need of you tonight so clear your schedule,” Kurama said easily, his polite smile turning into a full blown grin upon seeing the look of indignation on the demigod's face.

 

The condescending tone the kitsune was using had Koenma bristling, “I'm afraid that just isn't possible, Kurama. I'm far too busy to drop everything at a moments notice. Whatever it is will have to wait until a more convenient time.

 

“Perhaps you are mistaken, Koenma, because this is not a request. I want you here, in person within the next five minutes. No excuses, no arguments or you know what the consequences will be,” Kurama replied easily, the gleam in his eyes intensifying. By the way the demigod paled he knew that he'd realized just what he was referring to. Everyone had secrets they wished to keep and Koenma was no exception to that rule. Unfortunately for the demigod, he'd done a poor job of covering his tracks and Kurama had easily discovered his secrets. Nor did Kurama feel any regret in exploiting them either.

 

“I see. Well I guess that leaves me little choice now, I'll be there shortly,” Koenma said irritably. How long would the kitsune continue to hold the knowledge he held over his head? Knowing the man as well as he did it was unlikely he'd ever let it go. If only his father didn't hold the hatred that he did against demons, then perhaps it would be another story. But as it were there was nothing that he could do to change the situation.

 

“Good, I'll inform you of what is to occur when you get here,” Kurama said and closed the communicator to wait for the demigod's arrival. Although Koenma liked to grouse about their arrangement it had occasionally worked to his benefit as well. Many years ago the demigod had become quite adventurous in exploring his sexuality, seeking out a partner that would be able to please him.

 

Unfortunately the man hadn't been all that careful and had managed to sire a child on one of his flings. It had only been the threat of what King Enma would do to her and the child that had bought her silence. Yet there was no mistaking the taint in the child's aura and it hadn't been difficult to confirm his suspicions about who her father was. King Enma's dislike of demons was no secret and if he were to learn that his son had tainted the royal bloodline by fornicating with a demoness he might well execute him for his transgressions. Koenma valued his life enough to do anything that Kurama asked of him which was one of the reasons why he and Hiei had gotten off with such light sentences.

 

The flare of a portal signaled the Princes' arrival and while he looked far from pleased Kurama could see the curiosity lurking in his eyes. “Thank you for responding so promptly, Koenma, I'm sure you're wondering why I've contacted you,” he said quietly while looking the man over. It had been years since he'd had the pleasure of indulging in this particular man's body and he was going to take great pleasure in doing so again.

 

“Well that's a given,” Koenma said, raising a brow at the man. It was rather unusual to see the redhead running around without a shirt on and immediately he began to question why he was half dressed. Memories from years ago surged to the surface, reminding him of the last time he'd seen this particular demon panting over him. To date, Kurama, or rather Youko had been the only male he'd ever allowed to possess his body, and even then he hadn't been given a choice in the matter.

 

“Don't worry, I'm sure you'll enjoy the terms of my summons, Koenma. I've come into the possession of a slave and he's been rather... insubordinate as of late,” Kurama started out delicately, not wanting to reveal just who was waiting on them in another room. His fingers laced together as he thought about how to proceed. “In fact, today he was flirting with another female. So much so that she gave him a release which she had no right to do. I aim to teach him a lesson in allowing people to touch things that do not belong to them.”

 

“In other words you want to be a sadistic bastard and fuck me in front of him,” Koenma stated bluntly, “Should I bother asking if he's a willing slave or are you blackmailing him as well?” Slavery in the Ningenkai was expressly forbidden unless the slaves submitted willingly. Even so, given the leverage that Kurama had there was little that he could do on the chance that the kitsune had snatched someone off the street. Uneasily he shifted while waiting for the answer, Kurama had him between a rock and a hard place and the bastard knew it.

 

“Oh he's willing,” Kurama replied with amusement, “so willing in fact that he approached me. You're right though, he needs to know what it feels like to have his rights violated. He's the one who broke our agreement first without thinking of the consequences. This will insure that it doesn't happen again.” Slowly he leaned back in his chair, waiting to see what the demigod had to say. Of course he was free to object if he really wanted to, not that it would make much of a difference. What Kurama wanted he always got one way or another.

 

“So why pick me? I'm sure that you know of plenty of others who would be far more suited to something like this than I would,” Koenma said uneasily, questioning the kitsune's reasoning for choosing him. While he had no outright objections to the idea of sleeping with the redhead, he needed to know why the fox would choose someone who was relatively inexperienced as far as these things went.

 

“Because seeing you would make more of an impact upon him than any other, save for one of his friends,” Kurama answered cryptically, seeing Koenma's confusion. “Enough talk, it's time to find more enjoyable things to do instead of conversing. While I go and retrieve him why don't you get undressed. We'll be back momentarily.” Kurama stood from the chair, a secretive smile planted firmly upon his face, “Oh and Koenma? No questions are allowed. To do so would incite further disobedience from him and as much as I'd enjoy disciplining you both, I'd rather not at this time.”

 

“Alright, just go get him. I'll be out in the living room,” Koenma said, following the man out of his office. When the kitsune turned right down the hallway he turned to the left, pulling off his cape as he walked. The soft sounds of hushed voices could be heard but for the most part he ignored them, knowing that he wouldn't be able to discern anything about them anyway. As he entered the living room he looked around, taking stock of the furniture before proceeding to strip his shirt off. There were several pieces in the room which would be good to fuck on, provided that was what the kitsune had in mind to begin with, for all he knew the man could just order him to get on the floor. One could never tell what was going through his head on any given day much to his consternation.

 

As he finished stripping off the last of his clothing the sound of footsteps approaching the room had him turning to look and see who Kurama had brought with him. However when he saw Yusuke crawling beside him his eyes widened considerably. That was the absolute last person he would have ever expected to agree to being a slave, much less going to Kurama willingly. “You can't be serious,” he exclaimed softly, his eyes tearing away from the stunned Toushin to look at the redhead. The only problem was, Kurama wasn't in that form anymore. Instead he'd taken on his kitsune form and was completely nude. Already his amber eyes were narrowed dangerously at him since it hadn't even been thirty seconds into the meeting and already he'd broken the rules that Kurama had laid down. With Youko coming out to play, things were about to get even more interesting.

 

“What the fuck!” Yusuke yelled, completely forgetting the fact that he wasn't supposed to be speaking at all. A harsh jerk on the leash in reprimand was his answer, causing him to scowl up at the demon looming over him. There was no way in hell that Kurama was going to degrade him like this in front of Koenma, he just couldn't!

 

“Do you remember what I said, Yusuke?” Youko asked the man coldly, his gaze piercing straight into the Toushin's soul, “Open your mouth to speak again and you'll find yourself gagged after being beaten. Now come, it would be impolite to keep our guest waiting after he's come all the way from the Reikai.” With a tug on the leash Youko began leading his reluctant slave further in the room, uncaring about the burning rage lingering in the Toushin's eyes. Had his ki not been sealed away there was a very good chance that the man would get violent which was why he'd taken precautions to insure that did not happen.

 

“I'll expect an explanation for this later,” Koenma said, addressing the kitsune who now stood before him. In the hand which wasn't holding onto Yusuke's leash there was a bag and he could just imagine what all it contained.

 

“You'll expect nothing other than a good hard fuck, anything else is immaterial and given on a need to know basis,” Youko stated coldly and then knelt down to unsnap the leash from Yusuke's collar. Standing once again he looked the demigod over thoroughly. So far the man was completely unaroused but that was sure to change once he was on the receiving end of Yusuke's talents. A slight smile crossed his lips as he gave the first of what was sure to be many orders, “Kneel before him Koenma so he can show you how well he can please you with his mouth.”

 

As the demigod knelt before him Yusuke couldn't help but to swallow hard. This had not been covered in their initial agreement and he wasn't happy about it in the least. Yet he knew that he had no choice in this and if he were to refuse now there was no telling what pain he'd be forced to endure before the night was out. Taking a deep breath, Yusuke closed his eyes and began to work, slowly rubbing his cheek against the flaccid length while he silently prayed that the others would never learn of this.

 

Learning against the wall, Youko watched as the Toushin brushed his lips against the head of Koenma's cock. The jealousy he'd normally experience was kept under tight rein because he knew that his slave wasn't doing this willingly by any stretch of the imagination. In fact it looked like he'd rather be anywhere but there. He had no choice however, there was a lesson to be learned and this was the fastest way to do it. Slowly his gaze trailed up to Koenma's face and he smirked seeing the man's entranced expression as he watched Yusuke do as he'd been told. Although he might not have been expecting this to happen there was no denying the demigod was becoming aroused by what his lover was doing.

 

Koenma groaned seeing those lush lips wrap around the head of his cock while Yusuke's eyes were closed in shame. The man was absolutely killing him, swirling his tongue along the underside of his shaft before taking him further into his mouth. The way that raven head bobbed, impaling itself on his rapidly hardening length told him that the kitsune had done his job well in training him. “Ah fuck!” The exclamation filled the room as the Toushin swallowed around his shaft repeatedly while keeping his head firmly in place. It was all Koenma could do to keep from grabbing two handfuls of hair and fucking that sweet mouth of his until he came.

 

“He's quite talented isn't he?” Youko whispered as he moved to kneel behind the Toushin, “It's one of Yusuke's secret pleasures you know? Before taking him into my care I would have never thought that he was the happiest when he had a cock between his lips. Even fighting can't compare to the joy he gets when someone violates his mouth without regard to his wants or desires.” Slowly he caressed Yusuke's pale cheeks, dragging his claws down the sensitive flesh leaving welts in their wake. The shudder that wracked the man's body had him moving his hand between the spread legs to fondle the heavy sack hanging between them. “I can see you want to do the same Koenma so why do you hold back? Are you concerned that it's an abuse of your power over him? I assure you, he enjoys being taken roughly in any manner possible.”

 

“You're sure?” Koenma panted out and his hips flexed, forcing more of his shaft into the man's mouth. As he stared down he could see the streaks of saliva that dripped down Yusuke's chin. The sight was positively sinful and finally he gave into the urge to grab the Toushin's head, pulling him closer still. Warily he looked to Youko to ensure that he wasn't overstepping his boundaries yet when the kitsune didn't stop him he threw caution to the wind and began thrusting into Yusuke's mouth with abandon.

 

The slightest sounds of protest came from the Toushin's throat, causing Youko's ears to flick towards him but they went ignored. The boy needed to be used and this was just encouraging Koenma to take what he wanted. This would be what it took to convince the demigod to attempt some of the positions he had in mind. “Fuck his face harder Koenma and gaze upon him! Do you not see the joy in his eyes at being treated like the whore he is?” Even now the Toushin's face was flushed with the strain of keeping up but still he allowed it to continue.

 

The statement was degrading and Yusuke's face would have burned with shame had it not already been red from having little time to breathe. The hands in his hair made it impossible to pull back far enough to take in some much needed air and before long his vision began to swim. Only when he was on the verge of passing out did his master give Koenma the command to stop even though the demigod had been on the brink of climaxing. As the cock was withdrawn from his mouth he gasped for air, his head hanging towards the ground.

 

“Very good Koenma,” Youko purred and moved seductively towards the brunette. Slowly he captured the man's chin in his hand and guided him closer until their lips were almost touching. A side long glance at his pet revealed that the man was staring rather dejectedly at the carpet which would never do, “Look at us, Yusuke. From here on out you are to be watching us at all times. Look away and I will be sure to punish you accordingly. Who knows, perhaps I'll even begin instructing Koenma in using the flogger.”

 

As tempting as it was to ignore the order, Yusuke found his eyes being drawn to the pair beside him unwillingly. He played silent witness to the kiss that they shared, Youko taking the lead and dominating the demigod's mouth. What little protest Koenma might have given was quickly drown out under the onslaught of the kitsune's advances. It left him to wonder just how long the two of them had been lovers since there hadn't been enough time for even Kurama to convince the completely unwilling.

 

“Present yourself before me, Koenma,” Youko whispered against his lips before backing away slowly. It took a moment for the command to register but within moments the brunette was on his knees with his ass in the air. With a smirk he called to Yusuke, ”I want you to prepare him for me. Let's see if you've learned anything in the time you've spent here.” The look of anger that the Toushin threw at him would rival Hiei's for scorn but he thought nothing of it as he gestured to the Reikai prince.

 

Slowly Yusuke crawled up behind the man and ran his gaze over the puckered entrance just waiting for his attention. Still he made no move to touch it though, wondering just how in the hell he was supposed to prep the man with no lube. 'Unless...' Yusuke looked to the kitsune for confirmation and bit back a sigh of resentment while he spread the pale cheeks apart with his hands.

 

Koenma's eyes drifted closed when he felt the first tentative touches of Yusuke's tongue against his ass. It was almost as if he'd never done such a thing before by the hesitation he showed but slowly he grew bolder and began massaging it with firm strokes. “Yusuke,” Koenma panted when the muscle began to invade his body, thrusting in as deeply as it could go only to withdraw and plunge in again.

 

“You're such a quick learner my pet,” Youko purred as he stroked Yusuke's hair. Even though the man was tense with anger the kitsune could see that he was beginning to enjoy himself. If nothing else the Toushin's hardened cock gave him away completely as he feasted on the demigod's ass. “Now use this,” he instructed his lover while pressing a bottle of lubrication into his hand. As erotic as it was watching the two of them, he was more then ready to begin the next stage of Yusuke's lesson.

 

The loss of the tongue up his ass had Koenma groaning in disappointment but he knew that he wouldn't go unfulfilled for very long. While the kitsune was a master at foreplay there was only so long he would tolerate being neglected and so far he'd been the only one getting any pleasure out of the deal. He could only hope that Yusuke knew how to prepare a person well or the initial penetration was going to hurt like a bitch. Taking a deep breath he forced himself to relax when first one finger slipped inside of his body to quickly be joined by a second.

 

“Can you find his sweet spot, Yusuke?” Youko asked after a moment of watching Koenma with no visible reaction to the fact that he'd been penetrated by those slender digits. In answer the Toushin began searching, moving his fingers in an effort to find it. The way that the demigod's back arched convinced him that he'd succeeded, especially when the man pushed back hard against his fingers in an effort to repeat the caress. “Add another finger now,” he coaxed while his hand wrapped around his own cock, stroking it slowly.

 

Obeying the order, Yusuke did as he was told while watching the digits disappearing into the taller man's body. He could tell by the tone of the kitsune's voice that he wouldn't be doing this for much longer so what preparation he was giving Koenma would have to suffice. Uncertainty warred within him as to whether or not he should add a fourth finger in an effort to make sure what was to happen wasn't too painful. Eventually he decided against it though and continued using only what he'd been instructed to. 'Why get myself in trouble when he's helping Kurama to punish me. He's lucky I'm even doing this at all.' It'd be entirely too easy to mouth off right now and put an end to his participation. It might mean being strapped into the cock rack in the end but it'd mean he would no longer be an active participant.

 

“Enough,” Youko ordered and moved closer towards the couple. Immediately Yusuke had pulled his fingers free and Koenma looked over his shoulder towards him. “Koenma, lay on your back. My little cum slut can remain right where he is,” he stated with a smirk and closed the remaining distance between them. The demigod was quick to comply while his pet was looking at him again with irritation. Quickly he leaned over Koenma's prone form and grabbed him by the hips, pulling his ass up until it rested on his thighs. “Are you ready Koenma?”

 

Slowly the brunette nodded, not trusting himself to speak. One of the kitsune's hands left his hips to grasp the thick shaft pressing between his cheeks. Knowing that he'd need to cooperate to get it in, Koenma braced his feet against the floor and lifted himself up, allowing Youko to place the head against his entrance. Only then did he begin to lower himself while the demon slowly pressed further into him. The pain was nearly overwhelming as he was stretched beyond the realms of comfort but that didn't stop Youko's advances. Once he was fully impaled Koenma took a shuddering breath, his face taut with the strain.

 

“Relax,” Youko whispered and then leaned forward to swirl his tongue around a dusky nipple. The distraction was sufficient, causing his current lover to concentrate on the pleasure he was receiving along his upper body. Once the man had sufficiently relaxed the kitsune began to thrust into that tight warmth slowly, pulling at Koenma's hips each time he did so.

 

The soft pants and moans spilling from Koenma's lips had Yusuke's body hardening further, remembering the pleasure that he himself had experienced at Youko's hands. Angrily he stared at the two rutting in front of him, watching their muscles ripple and tense with each movement they made and he couldn't stop his bitterness from growing. It was clear in his mind that he was only there to get Koenma ready to be fucked and then to watch. Had there been any doubt it had been destroyed by the arrogant way that Youko was staring at him as he slammed harder into the man he once worked for.

 

A smirk crossed Youko's face when he saw the jealousy flashing in Yusuke's eyes. This was exactly what he wanted. His little slut now knew what it felt like to experience the bite of jealousy and he was finding it a bitter pill to swallow. Yet the kitsune was far from finished, he wanted to make sure that Yusuke went out of his way to avoid further situations which would cause him so much trouble. Roughly he pulled out of the demigod, ignoring his cry of surprise and then moved to lay on his back. “Know this could have been you, Yusuke. Now, impale yourself on my cock, Koenma,” Youko whispered seductively, encouraging his lover to take what he was offering.

 

Eagerly Koenma straddled the kitsune's hips and sank down on the thick shaft, wanting nothing more than to resume their previous activities. Any sympathy he had for Yusuke was driven away under the onslaught of pleasure the kitsune was giving him and it was all he could do not to collapse against the demon's chest. Stinging pain flared when Youko raked his claws across his back but it did nothing to dampen his desire. Instead he moved harder and faster, straining to reach the peak of ecstasy which seemed so far away.

 

“Don't you move,” Youko snarled when he saw Yusuke moving to stand. Obviously he thought that he'd had enough of a show and could leave any time he wanted. Inadvertently his fingers tightened, driving his claws deeper into Koenma's flesh causing blood to trail down his skin in thin rivulets but the man's whimper of pain went ignored.

 

“You've made your point and now I'm going to make mine. School,” Yusuke said, invoking his safe word. This was the first time that he'd ever thought about using it but enough was enough. His Master might be a bastard but even he knew where to draw the line. If his objective had been to make him feel like shit then mission accomplished. “I don't give a damn who you decide to fuck. It's your business and I don't care if you plow his ass hard enough to split him open. But I'm not going to watch when I'm not getting anything out of it.” With that he stood and began to walk towards his room to wait for the two to finish. Surely Youko realized that he'd proven his point and there was no way in hell this would happen again.

 

Angrily Youko pushed Koenma from his lap and stalked towards the retreating man, grabbing him by the upper arm and spinning him around, “You're forgetting the rules my little bitch. Your word applies only to play and not punishment. Or have you forgotten the fact that you got off from touching Botan? You're going to stay and watch, willingly or not even if I have to tie you down.” The defiance lurking in the Toushin's eyes had the kitsune reaching forward and running his blood soaked claws over the sensitive skin of Yusuke's throat. “You want to participate?” Youko queried almost innocently, “Go lay in the middle of the floor. I'll grant this request, just this once.”

 

 

Warily Yusuke moved away from the kitsune, wanting to tell him to fuck off yet knowing that he couldn't. The fact that his safe word had been ignored had stunned him and even worse, the man he trusted seemed hell bent on breaking him now. 'What's the point? He got what he wanted! This isn't right!' Yet even as the thoughts raced through his mind he knew that there was no way in hell he could overpower Youko at the moment and it was pointless to even try. Slowly he moved towards the spot indicated, making sure not to take his eyes off of the kitsune as he did so. The malevolent look his master was wearing did nothing to assuage that uneasiness either.

 

 

Watching the drama unfold had Koenma uneasy as well and he didn't hesitate to offer his opinion, “If he doesn't want to be here shouldn't he be allowed to leave?” The look on Yusuke's face had him questioning just why the hell the man remained as a willing slave. 'Does Kurama hold something over him as well?' It wasn't outside of the realms of the possible, the kitsune was a resourceful creature and if there was a secret to be found he would uncover it.

 

“You speak about his desires as if they have a bearing on the situation, Koenma. I already said he remains in here, that is the end of it,” Youko replied coldly. Somehow he wasn't surprised that the demigod would come to Yusuke's defense, even if he had been accepting of what was transpiring. For that transgression alone it was tempting to bind them together and allow them to experience the pain of being caned. But as he stared at Yusuke he decided against it, there was a wounded look in his eyes that hadn't been there before and he knew that the man wouldn't protest any further. “I want you to straddle his face Koenma and make sure you are facing me when you do so,” he said quietly, ready to finish what they'd started earlier.

 

Knowing that there was nothing more that he could say, Koenma moved towards the Toushin and began to kneel down. There was such a look of resentment and hurt on his face that he couldn't help but whisper to him, “I'm sorry, Yusuke. I tried.” Unfortunately that was all he could have done without risking his own security. The look in the Toushin's eyes however did little to ease the guilt he was feeling about playing a part in this.

 

Seeing that Koenma was losing his erection Youko knelt behind him and began stoking it firmly, making sure that he'd be able to play his part. Only once he was completely hard again did he gently push the brunette forward until his hands were planted firmly on the ground by Yusuke's hips, “Lay on your forearms,” he instructed quietly and then waited for him to comply. A quick glance at their positioning revealed that it was perfect for what he wanted. Koenma's cock easily brushed against Yusuke's lips and the man would be able to get a perfect view of the demigod being penetrated. What gave him pause was that his pet seemed to be completely disinterested in what was happening. There were no signs of jealousy or lust, only a resentment that he couldn't decide if it was directed more towards him or Koenma.

 

Although Yusuke was trying to block out what was about to happen directly above him, he still heard Youko ordering him to take Koenma's cock into his mouth quite clearly. Biting back a sigh he did as he'd been told, wrapping his lips around the head and swirling his tongue around the tip slowly. Yet as he concentrated on pleasuring the man above him he was surprised to feel Koenma running his tongue along his shaft, trying to renew his erection. That small gesture was enough to convince him that the demigod had meant the apology he'd given only moments before but he wasn't surprised when Youko brought a stinging slap to the man's backside in reprimand.

 

“I didn't say you could pleasure him,” Youko hissed in annoyance. It was one thing for Yusuke to touch another under orders but he would not tolerate Koenma pleasuring his slave. What irritated him further was that Yusuke's shaft had started to harden under the attention, something that should only happen with his Master's touch. Without giving the brunette any warning he impaled him on his cock, sheathing himself to the hilt. The cry of surprise was music to his ears as he drew back, ready to slam back into the warmth again.

 

“Ah, it's... it's too much,” Koenma panted out, his fingers clenching in the carpet. The change in positions allowed the kitsune to reach deeper, stretching him beyond the realms of comfort for how long Youko had given him to adjust. While Youko paid no attention to his pain filled voice, to his surprise Yusuke did. Immediately the man set about to deep throating him in an attempt to distract him from the way it felt like he was being split in two.

 

It wasn't hard to recognize the shakiness in Koenma's voice since he'd been pushed to that point and beyond so many times. Eagerly Yusuke devoured his cock, knowing that if nothing else Youko wanted to hear the brunette suffer for what he'd attempted to do. That alone was the deciding factor in pleasuring the man above him, knowing that for now he could limit the kitsune's pleasure. A sudden snap of Youko's hips had Koenma's body driving forward, thrusting more of the cock down his throat but it didn't bother him in the least. Instead of pulling back Yusuke gripped the demigod's hips and pulled him down in time with the demon's thrusting, forcing the man to fuck his face hard.

 

Koenma panted harshly as Yusuke swallowed around his cock and his ass grew accustomed to the way the kitsune was slamming into him. Before long pleasure began to override the pain he'd been experiencing and he began to thrust down into the Toushin's mouth in earnest. The tension between the three of them continued to climb higher and higher until there was no holding his climax back. His back arched as he slammed his shaft down Yusuke's throat and held it there, his seed coming out in long, thick spurts.

 

Instinctively Yusuke swallowed, draining the man above him of everything he had to offer. The growling from the demon behind the brunette told him that he was close as well, although it remained to be seen how many times he'd want to fuck the demigod.

 

Feeling his end drawing near, Youko pulled out from Koenma's body and wrapped a hand around his shaft. “Move,” he commanded ferally, watching as Koenma struggled to comply. Quickly he stroked his cock, keeping himself on the edge of release. Seconds before he felt it wash over him he gripped Yusuke by the hair, forcing his head back.

 

Through all the training he'd endured, Yusuke knew exactly what the kitsune was expecting but he refused to give it to him. Instead of opening his mouth he turned his head to the side, ignoring the sharp pain that came from his hair being pulled. The first spurt hit his cheek, quickly followed by others as his Master came on his face. There was no need to look into Youko's eyes to know he was displeased with his actions when his hair was finally released. It was a grave sin he'd just committed, spurning his lover's offering and wasting it as he had.

 

It didn't matter though, he was going to be punished severely for everything else so what was one more transgression? Instead of assuming a submissive posture, Yusuke rolled over onto his knees and crawled the few feet over to Koenma. The brunette stared at him in surprise as he brushed his lips lightly across the other man's mouth. It was as close as he'd come to telling the other man he accepted his apology. As he pulled back he could see that the demigod understood.

 

With great determination Youko clamped down on his anger and even managed a half sated smile when Koenma looked over at him uneasily. The small gesture was enough to seemingly alleviate some of the man's fears as he stood, although if Yusuke had been looking he would have known better. “I think that's enough for one night, Koenma, thank you for coming,” he said calmly yet clearly dismissing the man.

 

Yusuke said nothing as Koenma looked back and forth between them before sighing softly. The polite dismissal was out of the ordinary and he could see the brunette knew it. Later he'd have to question Koenma and find out just how the two of them had become lovers. After witnessing the kitsune's treatment of him he was beginning to believe it wasn't exactly voluntary, otherwise Koenma might well have left when Youko started getting rough.

 

Wordlessly Koenma began to dress himself while watching Yusuke's expression. To be honest he was fearful of what the man might be in for but what choice did he have but to leave? The only comfort he had was that Yusuke was a powerful being. If Youko managed to cross the line, the Toushin would be able to fight back. Finally his cape was in place and he began forming a portal that would take him back to the Reikai. As he walked towards it, he paused long enough to meet Yusuke's eyes, “Be careful, Yusuke.”

 

Youko waited until the portal closed before narrowing his eyes at Yusuke, “Even after all that you insist on provoking my anger. I'm beginning to believe that you like watching me fuck others and I'm going to have to find some alternate way of punishing you.” If that was the case he had plenty of alternatives to choose from. This was meant to humiliate him, the others if he chose to use them he'd be sure to leave permanent reminders so the lesson was grasped firmly.

 

“You still don't get it do you?” Yusuke taunted the man as he snatched up a tissue and cleaned the mess from his face, “I don't give a shit who you fuck. You like Koenma's ass? Fine. You want to go so far as to find your old buddy Yomi and plow him like a field? Be my guest. Aside from friendship you mean nothing to me. Why the fuck would I care if you shove your cock up someone else's ass?” Frankly it wouldn't surprise him if those two had fucked quite regularly but even if they did it was none of his business. All he cared about was learning what was necessary so he could go after his own demon.

 

“You lie,” Youko stated with conviction and began advancing on the smaller male, “I saw the look in your eyes. The surprise when you found out I was going to fuck Koenma with you watching. I saw the pain and rejection in your eyes when I ordered you to prepare the man for me, knowing that you would get nothing in return.” He refused to believe that the entire lesson had been in vain. All of Yusuke's past actions pointed towards something more than friendship and such an occurrence was inevitable when entering into a relationship such as they had.

 

“And you think that was because I was upset that you were fucking someone else? Hiei was right, you are an arrogant bastard,” Yusuke snorted and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest, “I was upset, I'll give you that much. But not for the reasons you believe. It pissed me off that I found out that I can't trust you.”

 

“You knew the terms of our agreement and the uses of your safe word Yusuke. Do not presume that I'll accept that as an excuse for your rebellion,” Youko intoned softly although the lethal edge never left his eyes. Once again Yusuke was trying to place the blame on his shoulders for his actions and that just wasn't acceptable.

 

“You really don't get it do you? It isn't just about the safe word,” Yusuke glowered at the demon. Honestly, Kurama was supposed to be the smart one of the group and already he'd seemed to have forgotten just what the hell he'd done. “Hell yes, you carried that way too far. You're the bright one, you should be able to fucking figure it out. If I say it, you've gone too far. End of fucking story. You want the other reasons I'm pissed? Fine, let's start out with the fact that you practically forced yourself on Botan, something I didn't think you were capable of.”

 

“Again I feel the need to remind you that you're harboring unrealistic ideals about me boy, she needed to learn her place,” Youko replied bluntly. As it was the woman was damned lucky that he hadn't killed her outright for touching something that didn't belong to her.

 

“Right,” Yusuke drawled, “and you couldn't have just told her I guess. Instead you had to shove your fingers up her snatch and threaten her with being eaten. You crossed the line, end of story.” He couldn't begin to guess how the hell the ferry girl would react around them from now on. Then there was the issue with Keiko that had happened afterwards.

 

Lazily Youko shrugged as if it were no big deal, “My methods may not meet your approval but that doesn't concern me. They are effective and that's all that matters. None of this has justified your current lack of respect. Get to the point before I grow weary of tolerating your insubordination.” Frankly he wasn't even sure why he was giving the man the chance to speak in the first place. It had been established, his word was law and it was not to be questioned.

 

“You want the point? Fine. Before you go bitching to me about my lack of respect, remember that you broke our agreement. I didn't want any of the others knowing about this but because of that stunt you pulled with Botan she knows. Which means Keiko will know soon too and once she knows they all will,” Yusuke replied bitterly, staring the man down angrily. He didn't want this getting back to Hiei because he didn't want the apparition to think that he was off limits. Now with the attitude Youko was taking with him he was likely to think exactly that. Seeing the implacable look on the kitsune's face had him sneering, “Let's not forget about your jealous temper tantrum which made you drag Koenma here. What the hell did you do to get him to agree anyway?”

 

“That is none of your concern Yusuke and you would be wise to drop it. As to the others knowing it really doesn't matter. Hiei doesn't speak to the others so he would have no reason to have found out about it anyway,” Youko said, barely refraining from rolling his eyes. As far as he was concerned it wouldn't matter if the apparition found out anyway. He'd decided long ago that he wanted to keep Yusuke instead of allowing him to leave once the year was up. Unfortunately it would seem that the Toushin was still set on seducing Hiei.

 

“Ya think? You're damned lucky he declined the invitation to your party tonight otherwise he would have known. You think I'm pissed now? You wouldn't want to experience the ass kicking I'd give you if he had been here,” Yusuke narrowed his eyes at the taller male dangerously. His ki might be locked away now but the kitsune would have never gotten the chance to do so had their arrangement been revealed to Hiei.

 

“See now, the assumptions you made are rather amusing. I never said he declined the invitation,” Youko whispered and then smirked at the confused expression that crossed his lover's face, “I said he wasn't coming. My dear Yusuke I never invited him. Having him here would have ruined the plans I'd had for you this evening and your need to see him is secondary to my need to indulge in your flesh. I suppose it's no matter though. Koenma made an acceptable substitute for the evening since I doubt by the time we're finished here your body will be in any condition to accept the fucking I would give you.” He had every intention of punishing the man for each rule he'd broken tonight. Going one night without being able to fuck the man was no real hardship.

 

The revelation had left Yusuke stunned for a moment, “You bastard, you knew I wanted him here.” It'd been almost a year now since he'd seen the apparition and during one of the nights when Kurama had asked what he wanted, he'd made sure to tell the kitsune that he wanted to see the hybrid again. That thought had been what had given him the endurance to withstand some of the training sessions that Kurama had given him lately. Now to learn that he'd purposefully mislead him had his power spiking to dangerous levels in spite of the plant that was sealing it away.

 

“Again, your needs and desires are secondary to my own, Yusuke. I never promised you that he would be here and even if he had shown up, you wouldn't have seen him. Had he arrived you would have been the obedient slave and remained in your cage like I told you,” Youko replied, his brow furrowing slightly when he felt the Toushin's energy surging against the binding. Clearly his rage was growing and it was pushing the limits of what the plant could withstand. In the future he would have to apply proper wards, obviously one plant would not be enough if it was barely suppressing his energy now, “Regardless of your feelings about what transpired today, I refuse to share you. Not even with him.”

 

“At the rate you're going you'll be lucky if I finish out the year with you,” Yusuke said before turning his back to the kitsune. He needed to get out of the house. He needed time to think without Kurama breathing down his neck, dictating how things were going to go. Now that the trust they'd had was broken he wasn't sure if he could remain with him any longer.

 

Youko gripped the Toushin's arm firmly, his gaze lingering on the faint tattoos that were beginning to show. “Are you ending our arrangement then,” he asked with a deadly calm. If need be he'd subdue the man now and be done with it. But he kept himself from taking that action until he knew for sure what Yusuke's decision was. He'd rather have the man willingly but he wouldn't hesitate to use force if necessary.

 

“Right now I'm going to get dressed and then I'm going for a walk, without you. After I think about it and clear my head I'll figure out what the fuck we're doing, if anything,” Yusuke said coldly and yanked his arm away from the taller demon. The tingling sensation of his ki returning to him alerted him to the fact that the small plant wrapped around his wrist had disintegrated. Not even Youko would attempt to stop him now, he could see it in the man's eyes. They were once again on a level playing field and the kitsune wouldn't want to fight unless he had a clear advantage.

 

Youko said nothing as the man turned and walked away from him. He could already see it in Yusuke's eyes that there was a good chance that he wouldn't remain for the rest of the year. But he also knew that he couldn't risk a fight in such close confines where he would be at a disadvantage. Instead he would bide his time because if nothing else the Toushin would return to give him an answer and pick up his belongings. In the meantime, Youko would take this time and prepare for the eventuality that his pet would try, and fail to leave him.