Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Journey Into Submission ❯ Chapter 5

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, Caning, Non-consensual sex, Angst, Major Character Death, and anything else my perverted mind can possibly 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. This chapter is where things begin to get really bad in concerns to Yusuke's treatment. Kurama, or Youko as the case may be, is showing his more ruthless side and you will not be seeing the polite, gentle Kurama that everyone is accustomed to. In that instance I feel I must stress that there will be some ooc-ness and a lot of brutality including caning and non-consensual sex.

 

 

Special thanks goes to Kogas Hentai Luver for taking the time to beta this chapter and to help me bounce ideas around.

 

 

 

Chapter Five

 

 

Hours had passed since Yusuke had left the house and for the longest time he'd had no idea where the hell he was going. Rain had come down in torrents, soaking him to the bone but still he hadn't sought shelter. Even when the wind picked up, he'd shrugged it off as unimportant and continued his aimless wandering. But eventually even that had lost its appeal, forcing him to make a choice between returning to the fox or finding someplace where he could think.

 

 

In retrospect he wondered if he'd made a grave mistake in the way that he'd left. Their time apart would give the kitsune time to think, time to plan. It didn't help matters that Kurama had turned into his demon aspect again but there was nothing that he could have done to stop him. As Youko he was definitely harder to deal with and predict. Yusuke knew though that the one thing on his side was time. Kurama, while powerful had a limit on just how long he could remain in that form. Once the kitsune reverted back though he knew that he stood a far better chance of talking to him rationally, without setting off the demon's extreme possessiveness yet again.

 

 

But there was time to deal with that later. Right now Yusuke knew that he still had to figure out what road he wanted to take in the first place and for that he needed answers. Only two people were likely to be able to help him and one was far out of his reach, unlikely to understand. The other had taken an active part in his degradation but Yusuke knew that he'd had no choice. The betrayal had already been forgiven once he'd realized that neither of them had a choice in the matter.

 

 

When a warm towel was pressed into his hand, Yusuke accepted it gratefully and began toweling his hair off. Unfortunately it would do little for his damp clothing but it was better than nothing. No doubt Koenma wondered why the hell he was there and probably had questions of why he'd been with Kurama in the first place but for the moment he was grateful for the man's silence.

 

 

With the puddle of water that was growing on the floor, Koenma knew that his former employee had been out in the weather for quite some time. Whether it was by choice or not he wasn't certain, nor did he know just why Yusuke had chosen to come to him. True, it had stunned him to hear that the man was requesting to see him and his appearance had startled him even further. Without waiting for an explanation he'd hurried him into his private quarters so he could get dry and perhaps begin to explain why he was here in the first place, “Perhaps it would be better if you just took them off,” he suggested tiredly.

 

 

The comment had Yusuke's hands stilling in their attempts to pat his clothing dry. Uneasily he looked at the demigod, trying to figure out if he was just being helpful or if he was wanting to continue what had happened at Kurama's house. “Why,” he asked, his voice laden with suspicion.

 

 

“To begin with you're never going to get yourself dry by standing there and dripping. Do you distrust me so much Yusuke?” Koenma eyed the man, trying not to take offense at the look he was being given. Even though he'd been forgiven earlier didn't mean that the Toushin was going to act like it had never happened. Silently he waited, knowing that Yusuke wouldn't be rushed in giving him an answer.

 

 

Sensing nothing in Koenma's demeanor that could indicate the man would attempt to continue their earlier activities, Yusuke shook his head. 'I've got to stop looking at others like they've got an ulterior motive. He's not Kurama, not even close.' Without looking at the demigod he pulled his shirt over his head and handed it to him wordlessly. The pants came next since there was no point in hiding his nudity. It wasn't anything that Koenma hadn't seen already.

 

 

Covertly, Koenma gazed upon the Toushin's body, silently searching for any indication that the kitsune had continued after he'd left. To his relief he found none of the whip marks that he'd been expecting to find. Without a second thought he dropped the clothing into the hamper, it could be dealt with in the morning. “Go ahead and dry off Yusuke, I'll get you a robe,” he said, turning from the man.

 

 

“Yeah thanks,” Yusuke said while watching the man walk to the closet. Now that he was out of his wet clothing he realized just how cold he was. When Koenma pressed the soft garment into his hands he gratefully accepted and wrapped it around his body. Only once he was fully covered did Yusuke attempt to meet the demigod's eyes and what he saw shocked him. Never before had he seen that much emotion in them but now there was no mistaking it all. Concern, fear, and curiosity, all of it meant for him.

 

 

“We should sit down. I can see that there's much we need to talk about,” Koenma said, directing the Toushin towards the bed. While he wasn't looking forward to the questions Yusuke would have, he knew they needed to be taken care of now before doubt was allowed to take place and grow.

 

 

For a moment Yusuke hesitated but then he pushed the uncertainty away. The only things that had really changed about him were his perception of the world and his friends. He still knew how to fight and he still had his energy at his disposal. No one could hurt him right now and he didn't think Koenma would be stupid enough to try. As he sat on the bed he gazed up at his former employer with his expression carefully guarded, “Yeah, I guess we do.”

 

 

Seeing the wariness in Yusuke's eyes, Koenma decided not to make him anymore uncomfortable for the moment and chose to snag a chair from by the desk. Although he knew that his secrets were about to come out, he trusted Yusuke. Still, he wanted to know why Kurama had a hold on him first, “Do you want to start? I was really surprised that Kurama had taken you of all people for a slave.”

 

 

Yusuke could only sigh upon hearing that statement. As much as he wished for Koenma to reveal his secrets first, he knew it wasn't going to happen. “I guess I should start out by saying it's not permanent,” he began, although, he was even doubting the truth of that statement now.

 

 

“Maybe you'd better start at the beginning,” Koenma said and crossed his arms, regarding the shorter man calmly. Already there were doubts forming about what he was hearing. Oh, he believed that Yusuke believed what he was saying but for Kurama to take a slave temporarily? It just wasn't in the man's nature. He used them until he tired of them and generally they were slaughtered afterwards. Only the few humans he'd taken as toys had been spared from that fate but he believed it was only because killing them would raise too many suspicions.

 

 

“Fine,” Yusuke said, taking a moment to run his fingers through his damp hair, “I went to Kurama for help. One of the reasons I broke up with Keiko was because I'd become interested in someone else. When I was in the Makai I learned a lot about him and I didn't think he'd even consider getting involved with me the way I was.” Not that he was sure that Hiei would take him as he was now either. Although Kurama had taught him a lot, there were still lessons he had to learn.

 

 

“So you went to Kurama to learn to be a submissive?” Koenma leaned forward, his eyes gazing steadily at his friend. Truthfully he wasn't quite sure what to think of that little revelation. Yusuke just didn't have it in him to make a true slave, no matter how much training he underwent. His dominant personality would always crop up and most likely at inconvenient times.

 

 

“Not quite. Kurama said the best way to become a Master was to experience what a submissive went through. That it would make things easier for me if I knew what kind of pain I was inflicting,” Yusuke replied. But now that he thought about it, all the shit that he'd gone through he couldn't see Hiei putting up with either. So at that point was everything he'd gone through all for nothing?

 

 

Sighing heavily, Koenma leaned back in his chair, “I suppose that makes sense in a twisted sort of way but I still can't believe you went through it for the chance to get someone. Who could possibly be so important that you'd risk your health like that, Yusuke? Not to mention your pride!” In all his years of knowing the Toushin he'd never thought he'd ever see a defeated look in the man's eyes. Yet that's exactly what he was staring at now and the thought was unsettling to say the least.”

 

 

“If it was the only chance I had of getting Hiei to look at me as something other than the idiot who died twice, then yes,” Yusuke stated firmly. At the start of this mess he'd been convinced that the hybrid was worth it and his opinion still hadn't changed in the matter. Now all he could do was hope that it was enough to get the apparition to accept him.

 

 

Hearing that name had Koenma's eyes widening considerably. He'd never considered the two of them as possibly more than team mates. Hell, half the time he was certain the apparition hated the Toushin for having bested him. But there was also something more that Koenma had never been able to pinpoint just what it was. The ferocity that the apparition had fought with upon Yusuke's second death was something that still astounded him to this day. Finally the initial shock passed and he looked upon his friend sympathetically, “I see. Do you really think that this route is the only way to get you what you want? Hiei may be a bastard at times but I don't think he'd want to see you like this.”

 

 

“Maybe not,” Yusuke conceded to the taller man, “but at least it shows that I was willing to do anything to get what I want.” That in itself was something that the apparition would be able to relate to. Leaning back he fixed the demigod with a defeated look, “I was supposed to stay with Kurama for a year and after that I'd be free to go. Now I'm not sure if I can stay the last three months.”

 

 

“Because of what happened tonight?” Koenma stared at the Toushin curiously, wondering what he'd missed. What he'd witnessed while degrading wasn't necessarily out of the ordinary so either Yusuke had just had enough and left or something more had happened. With the determination the Detective had showed earlier when speaking about Hiei, he was positive that it was the second option.

 

 

“Why else?” But then Yusuke remembered that Koenma had left before the argument so he didn't know about everything that had happened, “After you left Kurama told me that he has no intentions of sharing me with anyone, not even Hiei. I dunno if that meant for the rest of the year or afterwards but I didn't like it. That combined with dragging you into this mess was too much, I told him I needed time to think.”

 

 

“And those were his exact words?” Koenma almost dreaded hearing the answer to his question. 'If only I'd known about this sooner, I might have been able to do something.' Of course, he would have been restricted to attempting to talk sense into Yusuke since there was no way in hell Kurama would have listened to him. “Yusuke,” he began after a moment's hesitation, “I don't think you should go back.”

 

 

“I have to,” Yusuke stated calmly in spite of the look he was receiving, “It was part of the agreement, I can leave anytime I want but I have to inform him in person that I'm going to. Besides, I've gotta pick up my shit you know? When I moved in I brought all my stuff in from the apartment.” Since he'd been under Kurama's care it meant that he hadn't had to work, except in the house. While on one hand it meant he didn't have to answer to anyone except the fox, it left him with very little cash. There was no way in hell he could afford to replace all his shit, nor was there anyone he could borrow money from.

 

 

Hearing that excuse had Koenma studying Yusuke closely. 'Does he not realize the danger that he's in? Surely by now he knows just what Kurama is capable of.' The whole arrangement sounded strange to him to begin with. Kurama didn't usually just offer his services like that, at least not to his knowledge. Perhaps the fox had honestly intended to help but there were certain aspects of his nature that just couldn't be ignored. Finally he shook his head, “You may think you have to but I'm telling you now, it would be a bad idea. From what I saw tonight, Kurama doesn't have any intentions of letting you go.”

 

 

“It doesn't matter what Kurama wants in the end, he knew this was only temporary,” Yusuke said, his expression hardening to one of grim determination. From the start he'd made sure that the fox knew who it was that he wanted. If the redhead had allowed his possessiveness to overcome that knowledge then he would have no problem reminding him of that fact. “So,” Yusuke tilted his head to the side, “I'd say it's your turn now. Care to share on just what the fuck Kurama has to hang over your head?”

 

 

“I made a mistake once and he learned about it,” Koenma said quietly while wondering just how much to tell him. The less people who knew of his secret the better but with everything they'd been through he doubted Yusuke would ever betray him.

 

 

“Are you going to tell me what it is or don't you trust me?” Yusuke asked, barely managing to keep his voice neutral. Whatever it was had to be big but that still didn't stop the stab of hurt seeing the hesitation Koenma was showing. After all, the man had helped the kitsune molest him earlier in the evening, surely that had to count for something between them.

 

 

“Of course I do,” Koenma snapped, not liking how easily Yusuke had picked up on his uncertainty. “It's just something that I've worked to keep hidden for years. You can't tell anyone about this, ever,” he said, staring hard at the Toushin.

 

 

Nodding once, Yusuke settled back to listen to what the demigod had to say.

 

 

“You know of my father's hatred for demons. What he attempted to do to you was mild, especially considering the position of power that you held. It was only the fact that we were friends that prevented him from eliminating you before your second death,” Koenma began, trying to impress upon Yusuke just how deep Enma's hatred ran. The look he was receiving clearly meant get on with the explanations, leaving him little choice. He'd rather get this out at his own pace rather than have it forced out of him, “I've got a daughter to protect Yusuke.”

 

 

While he might be slow in some instances, it didn't take Yusuke long to figure out just what the hell Koenma had meant by that. “A daughter,” he questioned uncertainly, “Since you mentioned your father hates demons I'm guessing you hooked up with a demon chick.”

 

 

“If you want to put it that bluntly, yes,” Koenma said with a sigh. At least the man wasn't flipping out and cracking jokes about how he thought he was still a virgin. That would have just been the icing on the cake to this fucked up day. Without asking Yusuke if it was okay, Koenma relocated himself and sat upon the edge of the bed, “I shouldn't have to tell you what my father would do if he learned of her existence. Unfortunately Kurama or I should say Youko, found her in spite of my attempts to keep her hidden. He's been holding it over my head ever since.”

 

 

“You've stood up to your father once, why not do it again?” Yusuke turned slightly to look at the brunette curiously. At the moment he wasn't sure why Koenma continued to put up with Kurama blackmailing him. The demigod had already shown he was willing to forsake his sire in order to do what was right. If nothing else it would get him out from under the kitsune's thumb.

 

 

“It's not just myself I have to worry about anymore. Do you think that my father would let her live, knowing that she's got any sort of claim to the throne?” Koenma stared at Yusuke evenly, watching the knowledge sink it. It didn't take long for realization to dawn in the man's eyes and for that he was thankful. Carefully he placed a hand on Yusuke's shoulder, noting with relief that he didn't flinch away, “It's been a long night and we're both exhausted. Why don't you lay back and get some sleep, we can talk in the morning.”

 

 

As much as Yusuke wanted to argue with him, he really couldn't. The day had been one of the most taxing ones that he could remember and it felt like he'd been through hell and back before stopping to take the tour again. “Alright, but don't think you're getting off that easily,” he said while beginning to stand, habit making him move to take the floor.

 

 

Koenma reached out and laid a hand on the Toushin's arm, preventing him from moving any further, “Yusuke, I'm not going to bite you. Just lay on the bed.” It shouldn't have come as any surprise that Yusuke was accustomed to sleeping in such an uncomfortable place. Even so, he wasn't going to sit there and watch it happen in his own bedroom.

 

 

“Alright,” Yusuke said quietly and took a moment to get comfortable on the mattress. With a sigh he buried his face into the pillow, savoring a comfort that he'd been denied for the past several months. 'Damn I've missed this.' All further thoughts on the subject at hand fled as his eyelids became heavy, the pull of sleep dragging him under.

 

 

When Koenma moved to lay down beside the Toushin, he noticed that the man didn't even move much less protest. That was fine with him, he really didn't want to have to explain to anyone why he'd been kicked out of his own bedroom for the night. Although he was certain not even a bomb would rouse Yusuke from his slumber, Koenma still took great care in dragging the blanket up over the both of them. However he could only stare in surprise as his friend turned to him in his sleep. Strong arms wrapped around his torso and held him close, “Oh Yusuke,” Koenma whispered, knowing how much strain the man had to be under to seek comfort from him of all people. Never one to deny his friends, the brunette began running his fingers through Yusuke's hair, trying to soothe him in any way he could.

 

 

For the longest time Koenma fought off the call of slumber, choosing instead to watch over his friend. When the nightmares began he pulled Yusuke closer, sheltering him as best as he could from the memories and fears that plagued him. Eventually though even his own endurance proved to be too little and sleep began to claim him. One final thought of hope surged through him as he gave up the fight and sank into unconsciousness. 'I hope that you're right Yusuke. I can only pray that Hiei has the strength to repair the damage that Kurama has done to you.'

 

 

 

-The next morning, in the Ningenkai-

 

 

 

Looking back on things now, Yusuke realized that morning had come far too quickly for his tastes. It'd been strange really, waking up in Koenma's arms like that. For a moment he'd froze, trying to figure out just where in the hell he was but then the night's conversation had come flooding back to him.

 

 

Extricating himself from the demigod's hold hadn't been all that difficult and for that he'd been thankful. Waking the man hadn't been one of the things on his list to do at that point since he had a lot of thinking to do. There were still questions in his mind about why Koenma continued to allow it to happen. He'd spoken of being concerned for her safety but would his father really kill her? After all, whether he liked it or not the kid was still his grandchild. But above and beyond that it came back to Kurama.

 

 

Would the kitsune really be willing to take the chance of an innocent child being killed? The question left Yusuke confused. He'd seen first hand how Kurama had reacted to having to kill the Game master. It had truly seemed to bother the redhead and at the time he'd accepted it as remorse, but was that what it had truly been? It fell in line with what he once believed Kurama to be but now his views had changed. It was then that he realized what the look in those green eyes had truly been. 'It was anger. Not because he'd taken the brat's life but because he'd been manipulated. He didn't give a shit whether Amanuma lived or not.'

 

 

It would seem that once again he'd managed to underestimate Kurama but to do so again could easily prove to be fatal. Now he was only a few hundred yards away from the house where the final confrontation was to take place. Already his senses were extended, searching out the kitsune's energy and it wasn't hard to miss. Yusuke could tell it was coiled around the redhead, like a snake just waiting to strike. Doubts began to surface again as to whether or not this was the wisest of choices.

 

 

This was something that he had to do though and Yusuke was damned sure going to make it on his terms. A quick glance around proved that there was no one nearby, no one that could see what he was doing. Closing his eyes he concentrated, focusing on the demonic ki that flowed through his body and bringing it to the surface. As the tribal markings began to appear he waited to see if there would be an answering flare of energy, yet to his surprise there was none. Either Kurama was actually alright with what was about to happen or he was doing a damned good job at hiding his intentions. Either way, Yusuke had no intentions of dropping his guard.

 

 

With a calmness that he certainly didn't feel, Yusuke began closing the distance that remained between him and the fox's lair. 'You can do this Yusuke. Just tell him you want to end the deal and get your things. He should let you go and if not, you've handled worse opponents in the past.' The mental pep talk had little effect however and it was all too quickly that he found himself at the door. He didn't bother to knock and instead just walked right in. After all, so far as the fox was concerned he still lived there. Knocking would alert the kitsune to his decision right away and possibly cause more problems.

 

 

“Kurama?” Yusuke called out as he walked further into the house, pausing only momentarily to kick off his shoes. A frown creased his face when he received no answer. 'Maybe he's on the phone.' That would of course explain why there was no response, it wasn't unusual to find the kitsune speaking with someone at all hours of the day.

 

 

Slowly Yusuke crossed the threshold, his feet encountering the plush carpet as he stepped into the living room. Warily he scanned his surroundings and realized there was no sign of the redhead at all. The phone lay on the coffee table, clearly not in use. “Kurama, we need to talk,” he called out again. Yusuke really had no desire to play hide and seek with the redhead.

 

 

“In my office, Yusuke,” Kurama called out, a soft smile playing upon his lips. He'd known the moment that the Toushin had returned what his answer would be and now he was glad that he'd made the necessary preparations. For all of the Detective's power he'd been rendered virtually helpless the moment he'd stepped through the door, even if he didn't realize it yet.

 

 

Some of the items had been more difficult to attain, not to mention costly but they were well worth it in the long run. Had Kurama been anyone else then he would have likely felt regret at about what he was going to do. But as it was, guilt was something that he rarely felt and only when he allowed himself too. The only thing he truly felt guilty about was not realizing at the start that he'd want to keep the Toushin. There was no changing it now though; he meant to have the man. When Yusuke appeared in his doorway, Kurama smiled to him politely, “I take it you've made your decision then?”

 

 

“Yeah,” Yusuke began uneasily. Something in the man's eyes made him want to squirm uncomfortably but he resisted. To do so would only encourage the fox, making him believe that he had an advantage. That was why he'd transformed into his demon aspect after all, to show the redhead that he wouldn't hesitate to fight if it came right down to it. Squarely he met the kitsune's gaze, more than ready to have this over and done with, “I'm sorry man but this isn't going to work out anymore. I appreciate the help you gave me but I have to figure out the rest on my own.”

 

 

“You mean to go to him then?” Kurama steepled his fingers in front of him, watching the Toushin carefully. Small beads of sweat had begun to form on the man's brow and the kitsune knew that it would only take a couple more minutes. All he needed to do was stall him.

 

 

Shrugging his shoulders as if it didn't matter, Yusuke answered him, “I might or I might not. I was thinking it might be a good idea to go and get a submissive of my own for a bit, you know, get the feel of what it's like to be in control before I tackle Hiei.” Right now he really didn't want to let Kurama in on just what his plans were, although he got the feeling the kitsune saw right through his lie anyway. If anything the man's smile had grown even more malicious than before, making Yusuke wonder if he was about to try something.

 

 

“You know,” Kurama began slowly, “that actually wouldn't be a bad idea, provided I was willing to relinquish control of you of course.” With this he fixed Yusuke with a hard stare, not liking in the least how the man's eyes had narrowed at him.

 

 

It was clear to Yusuke that the kitsune felt as if he had the upper hand in the situation. “I'm not giving you a choice in this Kurama. I have no intentions of staying as your pet any longer,” he said, his voice dangerously low as he stared the man down. He'd made up his mind last night and he wasn't about to back down from it now.

 

 

“Poor Yusuke, you speak as if you hold all the cards in this little game,” Kurama taunted him while leaning back in his chair. Somehow he doubted that Yusuke realized it but his markings were beginning to fade as the sedative took hold. For now he was content to watch the Toushin's loss of control, it wouldn't take long after all. “Can't you feel it, Yusuke?”

 

 

“Feel what?” Yusuke asked him apprehensively, casting his gaze around the room for anything that would strike him as being unusual. He hadn't been allowed in this room much but from what he could tell, nothing had changed and aside from the room being a bit warmer than normal, he didn't feel shit.

 

 

At this Kurama did laugh, Yusuke was so predictable at times but yet he never ceased to amuse him. “The sensation of your bid for power slipping away, doomed from the start. You would have been wise to have never returned here,” Kurama said and then paused to regard the man thoughtfully, “Although I suppose it wouldn't have mattered. I would have come for you regardless.”

 

 

“What do you mean by that,” Yusuke said as he began to advance upon the redhead aggressively. 'So help me if it's a fight he's looking for he's going to get it.' However he hadn't gotten more than two steps when a wave of dizziness swept over him and black spots appeared before his eyes. It forced him to stop only a few feet away from the kitsune, “What did you do to me?”

 

 

“Oh nothing too drastic I assure you. At least not yet anyway,” Kurama smiled gently at the Toushin who had sank to his knees. Slowly he stood away from his chair and walked towards his pet, “But you'll find out what I mean by that soon enough anyway.” Little did the Toushin know that a powder had been spread through the carpet at the entrance to the living room. Contact with the skin was more than sufficient for absorption into the bloodstream and Yusuke's anger had just helped it to spread even faster.

 

 

“Fuck... you,” Yusuke managed to gasp out before falling flat on his face, no longer able to withstand the effects of the drug he'd been given. The last thing he felt had been the kitsune's hands upon his body, lifting him up almost effortlessly and carrying him from the room. After that, there was only darkness.

 

 

With a minimum of annoyance, Kurama hoisted Yusuke's limp body over his shoulder and carried him into the playroom. Had the Toushin bothered looking in the room before coming to the office he would have seen things had been changed somewhat. The window had now been closed in, leaving nothing visible to the outside world. Most of the bondage equipment had been removed, save for the most extreme examples and a rack had now been installed. That was where Yusuke was to remain when he wasn't enduring his modified training. One way or another, Kurama intended to break him completely and regain the control that he'd lost over the man.

 

 

Carefully he set the man down on the table and began removing Yusuke's clothing. The shirt came off first, exposing toned skin that was relatively unblemished. Oh, he'd suffered some scarring but compared to what it could have been, it was very little. A smile crossed Kurama's face as he gently caressed the tender flesh. 'That will soon change.'

 

 

The pants were removed next and tossed over into the corner. Yusuke would have no need for them or any other clothing anytime soon. Kurama gazed upon his nude body in appreciation, taking in the sight of the flaccid shaft resting on a well toned thigh. There would be many instances where he'd be allowed to gaze upon it in all its engorged glory, even if Yusuke objected. The Toushin's feelings no longer mattered, so long as the Toushin pledged his allegiance to him.

 

 

“It's truly a shame that things had to come to this, Yusuke,” he whispered even though he knew the man couldn't hear him. Indeed, Yusuke wouldn't even awaken until he was given the antidote to the sedative so he could proceed at his leisure if he truly wanted. But to give it to the man now would be foolish and destroy his chances of securing him. To that end Kurama refrained and continued on with the plan of securing him in place.

 

 

Wasting no time, Kurama walked over to a low table and removed a box from its surface. These had been the hardest to acquire out of any of his toys and had cost a small fortune. Before even he could touch the contents though, certain precautions had to be taken. Carefully he donned a pair of thick leather gloves and then opened the box. The material would work long enough for him to do what was necessary but not one moment longer. The first metal cuff was removed and a low crackle of energy filled the air as it connected with all the demonic energy swirling around. Manacles filled with miko ki were rarely called for but in this instance Kurama had felt the precautions necessary, if a bit brutal.

 

 

Quickly Kurama snapped the manacle around Yusuke's wrist and attached the chain which would keep his arm pinned to the table. The other followed within moments, leaving the kitsune able to admire his handiwork. On one such as Yusuke the cuffs might have been all but useless given that his body was still fundamentally human but he knew the Toushin far too well. As Yusuke struggled the skin on his wrists would rip and tear, sending his youki filled blood into contact with the metal. Once that was done the two energies would fight, one seeking dominance over the other and there was no way the Mazoku could hope to win. The pain he'd endure then would be excruciating as the flesh began to blister and burn under the onslaught of holy energy.

 

 

Now all that was left for him to do was wake Yusuke up and get down to business. With a feral smile the avatar reached into his pocket for the antidote and began unscrewing the cap. Three drops were then administered into the Toushin's open mouth and within minutes he'd be coming around. The timing was just perfect, Kurama decided, preferring not to take any longer than necessary. Within moments he allowed his youki to spike, giving over control to his demonic side and before long Youko stood in his place. “Time to wake up my pet,” he said as he began stripping his clothing off slowly. Blood was so vexing when it came time to remove it from white garments, no matter how much he enjoyed the contrast.

 

 

Yusuke moaned and tried to shut out that deep voice that kept threatening to interrupt his sleep. When the demon finally shut up he relaxed and waited for the darkness to overwhelm him again. What he wasn't expecting was the feel of someone straddling his hips. “Get off,” he mumbled while trying to make sense of what was going on. His eyes didn't open until he felt the blade beginning to pierce the flesh on his chest, “Ah! What the fuck?”

 

 

“You're awake I see,” Youko smiled cruelly, stopping to look in his prey's eyes only for a moment. It was time for a story, one that Yusuke should remember well. “You wish to know what's going on, I can see as much. Very well, I will tell you in spite of the fact that you've displeased me greatly,“ Youko purred before bringing the blood soaked dagger to his lips and lapping at the crimson fluid.

 

 

Frantically Yusuke pulled at the bonds holding him down. There was a gleam in Youko's eyes that promised pain and even if it hadn't been for the weapon in the demon's hand, he would have known he was in danger. “Get the fuck off of me,” he shouted even though he knew that it would be a cold day in hell before Youko complied.

 

 

“I think not,” Youko said while staring down at the man through narrowed eyes, “Do you remember Gama, Yusuke? He was on Team Masho with that wind user you were so fond of.” Through Kurama's fight with the man there had been much that he'd been able to learn of and it had been simple to seek out the man's secrets. Once they'd been revealed it had been child's play to put them into practice, he'd just never had the opportunity to do so... until now.

 

 

It took a moment for the memory to come to him but when it did, Yusuke stopped struggling, “What about him?” Surely the kitsune had a point to this entire conversation; Youko never did anything without a reason.

 

 

“Then you remember what he did with his make up, binding opponents powers away with it. I've learned the secret of how it works. Would you like to know what I'm going to do with that knowledge?” Again Youko stared down at the man, repositioning the dagger to make the next incision into Yusuke's tender flesh. When the Toushin refused to say anything he shrugged nonchalantly, Yusuke was going to learn of this anyway one way or another, “Gama's mistake was in using it as a paint which would be more practical of course but far from permanent. I will not be found guilty of the same mistake. The designs themselves are indeed wards but when combined with the blood of a demon, it becomes a permanent fixture. In other words, Yusuke, once this seal is in place you will be nothing more than a weak human until my death.”

 

 

“Don't you... fucking do it!” Yusuke threw his head back as far as it would go and screamed when the tip of the blade began slicing through his skin again. Relentlessly he tugged on his bonds in an effort to free himself but the chains were unforgiving and the manacles even more so. Blood spilled in thin rivulets from the markings that the kitsune was carving into his flesh, pooling beneath him to congeal in the warm air of the room.

 

 

“And who's going to stop me? You?” Youko smirked, dragging the dagger to the opposite side of the Toushin's chest. With each heaving breath the man took the tip sank deeper although never enough to penetrate below the bone down to the vital organs. “Any hope you had of escaping me is gone now Yusuke. Once this is finished no one will stand by you. Your friends cannot help you any longer, you are mine,” Youko taunted him cruelly, driving the words deep into the man's soul, “It's best to give up now you know.”

 

 

“You're wrong,” Yusuke gasped out, helpless to do anything but struggle beneath the taller demon. Violently he continued pulling, hoping he could call upon enough of his demonic energy to shatter the chains. However that bid for power stopped when the sharp metal sliced through the tender skin of his wrists. Screams of agony filled the air along with the stench of burning flesh when the holy energy flared brightly beneath his power.

 

 

“The sound of your agony is intoxicating my pet, do scream louder for me,” Youko purred while making the final cut necessary to complete the binding spell. Now all he needed was his own blood to seal it which was something he eagerly contributed. The pain of the knife scoring the flesh of his palm was barely noticed, an irritation at best. With blood dripping from his hand, Youko began massaging his slave's heaving chest, ensuring that every inch of the design was soaked in the crimson fluid.

 

 

Only once that was done did the kitsune remove himself from the table and contemplate what he was going to do next. So many possibilities were now laid out in front of him, each one pleasurable in their own right. But one thing Youko had an abundance of was patience and time was on his side. Lazily he ran his fingers through the blood trails on Yusuke's chest, smearing the delicate lines, “Tell me Yusuke,” he started when the Toushin paused in his screaming to take a few desperate breathes, “Where did you go when you left the house?”

 

 

“None of... your damned... business you sick fuck,” Yusuke panted out, refusing to give him the answer that he was looking for. To give Koenma away as the person who convinced him he needed to leave would put the demigod and his daughter in danger which was something he refused to have hanging over his head. The pain in his arms now were excruciating, overriding the pain of having his chest carved up and his throat was already raw from the screaming. How much more would Youko force him to endure? He'd already gotten what he'd wanted, at least in part.

 

 

“I daresay that was not the answer I was looking for,” Youko replied while his eyes narrowed dangerously. His pet was still entirely too defiant, too cocky even though he'd been rendered nothing more than a weak, pathetic human. It would bring him great pleasure to break this one completely. “You could save yourself a lot of pain by giving me what I want. Now, where were you?”

 

 

The firm hand wrapping around his flaccid member nearly made Yusuke wince. Already the claws were piercing the tender flesh and giving him no relief, he was going to have to tell the demon something, “A walk! I went for a walk to clear my head.” As the words spilled forth the tight grip relaxed, giving Yusuke a moment of reprieve but he was sure it wouldn't last for long.

 

 

“A walk in the rain. How quaint, but I'm afraid I don't believe you, not completely anyway,” Youko said with amusement before walking towards the equipment rack to select which flogger he wished to use. In the end he chose a cane instead, knowing that it wouldn't be long before the Toushin was giving him everything he wanted. Slowly he returned to the table, watching how Yusuke's pain filled eyes followed his every movement, “You spoke to someone while you were gone. Tell me who it is and I might just spare you some of the torment I've got planned for you.”

 

 

The sight of the heavy rattan cane was enough to have Yusuke redoubling his efforts to get free despite the increased pain in his wrist with each movement. While Kurama had never seen a need to use the instrument on him before, the redhead had been more than happy to show him the after effects and it wasn't a pretty sight. “I didn't talk to anyone,” Yusuke asserted, trying to convince the demon that was the truth. He knew he had failed when Youko began to tie his legs down, preventing him from using them to protect himself.

 

 

“You should never try to lie to someone who knows you better than yourself, Yusuke,” Youko whispered menacingly before pulling the cane back and bringing it down sharply across the Toushin's upper thighs. Immediately a large welt sprang into place, the skin darkening until it was almost the color of the flames that Hiei wielded at whim. “More to the point,” Youko said, readying himself for a second strike, “You should never lie to someone who can scent your betrayal.” A scream of pain filled the room as he brought the cane down again, leaving a mark identical to the first.

 

 

Still Yusuke refused to give in to the kitsune's demands. If nothing else he wasn't sure if the man was bluffing in an attempt to coerce the truth from him. Either way he refused to give him the satisfaction. Blow after blow rained down upon his legs, covering them with bruises yet the punishment never ceased. How long it continued he couldn't be sure but he realized the exact instant that the skin split beneath the force of the impact. The searing pain of each strike had his muscles spasming involuntarily which only helped to add to the damage that came with each subsequent blow. Time seemed to drag on for an eternity but there was no possible way for him to escape. He truly had descended into hell and Youko was making sure that he knew his place.

 

 

“You truly are a piece of work aren't you, Yusuke? Such endurance is to be envied,” Youko smiled almost tenderly as he worked the rattan with precision. The Toushin's skin had long ago lost any resemblance of normality and now all that could be seen were bloody tears, proof of his ferocity with the weapon. The kitsune had no fear of permanently damaging the man though, for even though he was warded, Yusuke still had his energy flowing freely through his body. It could be accessed in much the same way that he'd done himself when fighting Gama, yet being what he was Yusuke was powerless to utilize that weakness in any productive manner.

 

 

Just when Yusuke thought it couldn't possibly get any worse, the kitsune moved to bestow the same treatment upon his stomach. There was no preparing for the pain that was to come, it was all he could do to bear the agony. The first blow had him fighting the need to purge his stomach and he had to swallow hard to force back the bile that had rose to torture his already abused throat. The screaming that he'd done had left his throat raw, his voice nearly gone. Now all he could do was endure his pain in silence while shutting his eyes, eliminating his tormentor from his view.

 

 

The scent of his prey's blood was nearly overwhelming and Youko had to steel himself against the urge to taste it again. After what seemed like eternity and an instant all at the same time, he finally allowed his hand to drop to his side,” I'd ask you again but I know you cannot speak so I'll do the talking for now. I know you went to the Reikai, Koenma's stench blankets you even now.” Almost tenderly he wiped away the tears that were streaming down Yusuke's face yet he didn't think any less of the man for them. He'd held out even longer than most would under the same punishment and the fact that they were laced with betrayal only sweetened the pleasure he felt upon seeing them.

 

 

The way Yusuke tensed beneath his touch told him that the man hadn't lost consciousness which pleased him greatly. “But you still have to be punished since you refused to talk,” he whispered gently, “Consider what you just received incentive. Now we move to true pain.” Arrogantly he walked down towards Yusuke's feet again and unstrapped them. There was no need to worry about the Toushin kicking at him, frankly he would have been stunned if Yusuke had been able to move them on his own.

 

 

When those hands grabbed his ankles a second time Yusuke tried to move, to do anything that might force the demon away from him if only for a few moments. But the pain was far too great and his muscles screamed until he gave up any hope of fighting back. At this rate he'd be lucky if he managed to walk anytime soon, assuming Youko even gave him the chance. Streaks of silver appeared in his line of sight only to disappear again, causing him to blink again rapidly. As much as he wanted to know what the kitsune was doing he almost dreaded finding out what he had planned.

 

 

Pure hatred stared up at Youko through chocolate brown eyes but the kitsune was far from unhappy about that reaction. It was inevitable when one was completely breaking a slave. First came the anger and resentment, followed quickly by defeat and resignation. The final step was loss of all hope and complete compliance. Without regard to the pain his victim was in, Youko pulled the man's slender legs up until he was completely folded in half and then tied them in place. The discomfort had to be great but it gave him a perfect view of his next target.

 

 

Yusuke could barely breath in his current position but the fact that he couldn't see his tormentor only made things worse. The familiar sound of the cane cutting through the air was the only warning he received before the blow landed solidly on his ass. This time it was clear Youko wasn't playing around, there was no welting or bruising with the first brutal strike. Instead it cut the skin cleanly and blood poured from the open wound. For the first time since his capture, Yusuke called out for help with his mind, praying that the apparition would somehow hear him. 'Hiei! Please... help me.' The pain was so great he was having difficulty hanging onto consciousness and there was a dull roar ringing in his ears, drowning out the sounds coming from his tormentor.

 

 

“Do you really think he gives a damn, Yusuke?” Youko sneered at him and then dropped the cane to the floor, “You pleading for him isn't likely to make him come to save you. If nothing else he'd be gloating over your stupidity of being captured so easily. He respects power and strength as well as the intelligence to keep oneself out of danger. You have nothing more than a fool's luck and that well has run dry.” The call for the apparition infuriated him even though it had been expected. One way or another he'd destroy any notion the Toushin had of being rescued. “There is one thing you are good for though, pity he'll never get to experience what it is,” he continued on almost coldly as he reached for a bottle of lube. While he didn't give a damn about his slave's comfort, fucking a dry ass wasn't very enjoyable in his opinion.

 

 

Quickly Youko covered his shaft with the lube, making sure that every inch of it was covered. He had no intentions of preparing the man at all, despite his enhanced size in this form. In his mind Yusuke had brought this on himself by attempting to leave which was something he should have never done. Of course, once the Toushin saw how brutal he could be with him unwilling, he'd quickly become compliant once again. With one hand he steadied his cock and placed it against the tight ring of muscle which barred his entrance. Steadily he began advancing, forcing it to part beneath the pressure he was exerting. The trembling of Yusuke's legs told him that the man was having difficulty accepting the invasion but it wasn't his concern. Inch by inch he moved forward, driving more of his cock into that addicting warmth. The tight heat surrounding it had him groaning and closing his eyes in pleasure.

 

 

Gripping Yusuke's hips firmly, Youko drew back until he was almost completely withdrawn before driving in again hard. There was far less resistance this time but the blood leaking from the abused hole told him the Toushin hadn't been ready for such a violent move. “You're such a tight fuck like this, Yusuke, I think we'll have to do this more often,” Youko panted out as he began slamming into the man hard. The grunts of pain coming from the man beneath him had him leaning over his lover to gain better leverage.

 

 

The change in position had Yusuke attempting to scream even though his voice was gone and he no longer had the ability to swallow without an intense burning pain. Now he had the kitsune's weight driving each thrust harder into his body, leaving him incapable of thinking about anything but the pain. A sharp pain exploded in his leg when teeth sank viciously into the skin, causing more blood to flow. Even if he had a clear view, his vision was blurring so badly he wouldn't be able to see the demon on top of him. For several long moments every nerve in his body became acutely aware of the trauma it was enduring and then he began to go numb. The assault was proving to be far too much and moments later Yusuke succumbed to the void of unconsciousness where the pain could no longer reach him.

 

 

Youko was enraptured by the sweet taste of the Toushin's blood and that combined with the feel of his cock being gripped like a vise was enough to snap whatever remained of his control. His steady thrusts had become nothing more than a frenzied need for completion. A feral growl escaped his lips as he snapped his hips harder and faster, reveling in the sensations surrounding him. Within moments his release slammed into him and Youko emptied his load deep into the pliant body beneath him. With a contented sigh he pulled his cock free and admired the fluids that began to seep from Yusuke's ass, “Oh yes, Yusuke, we're definitely going to do this again. But first I believe a shower is in order.”

 

 

With that thought in mind the kitsune turned from his slave without bothering to release him from his bonds. Perhaps later if the man gave him that which he desired he'd make an attempt to see to his comfort but in the meantime, a long hot soak would do wonders for rejuvenating his stamina. After all, this was only the beginning.