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Nightmare

A YYH fanfiction by SirPsychoSexy and Neko Nishi

Yû Yû Hakusho does not belong to me, it belongs to Togashi Yoshihiro-sensê.

WARNINGS: Very important. Read.

SIR PSYCHO SEXY'S INTRO:

This fanfiction contains non-consensual m/m sex, BDSM (read: torture on an unwilling participant, among other things), and mentions of necrophilia (sex with corpses or unconscious persons) and snuff (snuff= killing people for sexual gratification. Didn't know it had a name, did you?).

If you are offended by any of these things, or have a weak stomach, I suggest you leave now before I mess with your fragile psyche.

And why, you ask? Karasu/Kurama torture-fic. From many Karasu-fics I have read, no one really knows how to handle writing a pathological sadist…they either make him stop being a sadist (GRR…that is his raison d'être, dammit!) or go lightly with the BDSM stuff or just make him a villain, period. Provided there are fairly good ones out there, you just have to look. (I recommend 'A Perfect Murder" by Quoth the Raven^^. Ah, and thanks for semi-inspiring me, Quoth-san!)

This has been a plot bunny that I have been very guilty about writing about…until now. I had to get it out of my system for my own sake.

Enjoy…and an appropriate sentiment for this fic and this time of year…Happy Halloween!!

PS For those who do not know, real-life BDSM is supposed to be safe, sane, and consensual. Since a.) this is fiction, and b.) Karasu is…himself, it is none of the above. (Just so you don't blame me for perverting your little minds. But I guess you could tell the difference, since these are NOT normal people I speak of…XD)

PPS Much thanks to Neko Nishi for extensive beta-ing, so much so that I decided to give her a co-authoring position.

***

Hush.

Concentrate.

You can do this.

Kurama stood alone in a grassy field, bright red hair blowing about in the light breeze. He knew the final match of the Ankoku Bujutsukai would be underway in a day or so, and he had to prepare.

Visualize.

Hush.

He had uncanny foresight of who his opponent was going to be, since said demon had already made a threat against his life upon seeing the redhead in one of the stadium hallways…

Kurama felt those cold hands grasp his neck again, commenting on the texture of his hair, running fingers across Kurama's jugular as if looking for a tender spot to slice open…

Karasu…damn him…get off of me…

"I love you. Therefore I shall kill you…"

The gist of his words that day, enough to give the fox chills down his spine. Even though he had endured so much at the tournament, Karasu's words still frightened him. He sure as hell did not want to die. He just remembered the way the crow-demon had played with his hair and froze…the strands seemed to lift themselves of their own accord, twisting playfully and being yanked hard…

It's like I feel him again. But he's not here…

Who says I'm not here? I must give you an idea of what I'm going to do to you, you sweet little thing…

…Bastard…

One of the many things I like about you, my sexy redhead. Feisty. More fun to humiliate that way, letting your pride crumble into a million pieces and watching it ever-so-slowly fall away from you…You're going to be very entertaining.

Get away from me, Karasu! I don't know where you are, but I will defeat you…

Where am I? Have you tried searching in your own mind, my pet? It's very easy. All you have to do is close your eyes…I can project myself into the minds of others. It's very delicious to see their reactions…

Kurama froze.

Mmm…fear…a very becoming scent on you, my dear sweet Kurama. The anticipation, the longing for pain becomes such a lovely scent when released. But I suppose I'll leave you alone for now…

Why?

I want to see the look on your face when I return. I suppose it will be even more exciting, hmm? For me to see that gorgeous pained expression when I return?

Kurama's mouth went rigid as he glared off at the horizon. He briefly wondered when Karasu would strike next, but then quickly banished the thought and tried not to think about it; however, it pursued him to the hotel, no matter how he tried to rid himself of it.

Through the night Kurama held back sleep, knowing if Karasu could find him on the astral plane while Kurama was out in a field, it would be exceedingly easy to invade his dreams. Yet, sleep called out to him. Kurama's body and mind fought back and forth from exhaustion and confusion...and worry. Neither side could make up if it wanted or needed rest, and neither side was certain of what to do. Restless, Kurama twisted in his covers, but tried to remain calm and quiet so as not to disturb the others. He could not, however, stop trying to get comfortable, as no position seemed to fit with his tired body.

His red hair was matted with sweat and tousled about over his pillow as the fox tried to shift his mind to relax. Kurama's bright emerald eyes kept closing and opening as he fought himself…sleep…no sleep… . The answer of which was best never came to him, but eventually, the expense of energy he used recently in battle overtook him. Gripping the blankets over his lithe-yet-muscular form, he could not ignore the call of sleep, pulling his eyelids down like so much magnetism. Oh, he tried, but it was to no avail…

The yôko was caught in the perfect innocence and defenselessness of sleep.

*****

The wind whipped around Kurama, in a place familiar to him from centuries past, a small portion of Makai jungle that was part of his territory. The plants seemed to recognize him, and they greeted their old master, grass caressing his feet and vines reaching out to stroke him. They didn't seem to mind that it was Minamino Shûichi's body they were welcoming; the soul was still old, still the same after hundreds of years.

But something smelled a little off…

The redhead knew what it was when he heard an explosion in the distance.

Gunpowder.

He shuddered when he realized the other demon was there; first the smell of exploding bombs, then the eerie feeling of his yô-ki approaching closer and closer…

His stomach sank, his legs somehow refused to move, and he prayed to Inari-sama that he would not die…not here…

"Again, beautiful, that scent is most precious."

Kurama gasped when he heard the voice behind him, the cold, narrow violet eyes slowly beginning to stare uneasily at his flawless face. A rush of adrenaline shot through the fox's body, and Kurama called upon the plants for defense once again. Razor-sharp leaved rained down on the crow-demon.

But this was to no avail. Karasu had dodged most of the leaves, and the ones he had caught he had already turned into small bombs, which he held in the palm of his hand. Kurama started to run as his legs regained movement. Karasu threw the bombs and they hit their targets with ease. Two exploded with devastating pain on each leg, and one on each arm. Blood sprayed around the fox as his body was bruised, muscle was torn, and his shin bones were broken. Desperately, Kurama tried to ignore the pain, but let out a pained scream despite his efforts. For Karasu, it was an erotic delicacy.

"So sweet, your screams, my pet…I wonder if you scream like that in ecstasy as well as in…"- Karasu chortled a bit upon the word he was about to utter, as the two he used were synonyms in his mind- "agony."

The redhead spit out dust his mouth gathered from the impact and cursed, "…Damn you…"

Kurama pushed himself to get up, but collapsed. His legs couldn't handle the strain that his mind imposed upon them, nor could his arms lift up his body. Kurama was desperate to get away, even if it meant slithering away on his stomach…

"Now, now, we mustn't overstrain ourselves…" Karasu looked over the fox's prone body, mockingly glaring down at his green eyes. The crow-demon stopped and stared coldly, and barked, "Don't do that again or you'll be punished."

"How so? Do your worst."

"You wouldn't want to know, my pet, what my worst is…or do you? You do seem to have an insatiable curiosity…"

Kurama just looked up, his guts twisting, and growled at him.

"Now make this easy for yourself, my sexy redhead, and strip. NOW."

"Unfortunately, thanks to someone's attempt at ruining every limb I have, my arms now are far too weak, and immobile, to undress me. Besides, I would not be able to do much with my legs in this condition either." Kurama smirked.

Karasu just laughed, knowing Kurama would be in more delicious agony if the fox did things the way he wanted. "Do you not understand what 'now' means?" he said, stepping on one of Kurama's legs, hard, and sending a wave of intense pain up Kurama's spine.

"Fine…" the fox spat. Kurama hesitantly lifted his injured arms towards the top of his Chinese tunic as best he could, and began to undo the frogs, his lower arm muscles shaking. He threw the tunic to the side of where he lay, and panted heavily, laying back down again…

"Have you forgotten the pants, my dear? I want to see all of you."

"Damn you…" Kurama hesitantly removed his pants, trying as best he could to get them down the length of his broken legs without causing more pain for himself, and flung them over to where his tunic was.

Cold hands slowly inched their way down Kurama's back, feeling the silky-soft skin, enraptured, deciding where would be a good place to make the first slice.

But no incision was made. Karasu wanted to explore further, so he roughly rolled the fox over onto his back and glared down at him again, pinching a nipple and waiting for him to react.

Kurama, however, had clamped his mouth shut to prevent any noise from escaping his lips; he didn't want to give Karasu what he wanted.

But as the teasing continued, the redhead's body had visibly betrayed him.

"Breathtaking, aren't you, pretty…especially when you can't contain yourself, hm?" A hand petted his inner thigh, threatening to move slightly upward to the locus of lost control, while a sharp fingernail inched its way down his torso, leaving a long, narrow, bloody gash in its wake.

Kurama looked upwards, his teeth clenched, half in rage at his assailant, half in rage at himself that he couldn't do anything. But his head crashed back down; the gash still stung, and blood was oozing out of it as he moved.

The other removed his mask, letting slight strands of gold appear in his hair, and started to lick the blood from the wound he had created as the hand on Kurama's thigh inched slowly upward towards his erection…

Kurama flinched as Karasu touched him…like that. No. NO. As desperate as he was to just scream that at the top of his lungs, it would be to no avail in this situation. And, he thought, it would be more likely that he ended up dead if he did any more verbal protesting.

"Your blood…is so rich…and vibrant…and your body, most perfect. It is as if a god had designed you, my sweet." A wicked grin came to the crow-demon's face as he once more stared the fox in the eyes, trying to ascertain if he had been broken yet. "But you will be even more beautiful still in death…"

"Wouldn't you rather hear me scream when I'm alive?" An impulsive last-ditch effort by Kurama at self-preservation.

"Ah, a paradox, but one easily resolved. A dead body cannot scream, or react, or bleed; but that is what this time is for, my dear sweet Kurama. Besides, your grave will be a shallow one, so if I feel the need, I can always dig you back up and enjoy your sweet flesh that way."

"You…" Kurama was, to Karasu's eyes, now breaking; the threat of doing whatever he wanted to the kitsune, even after he died, made his soul crumble onto the ground in a million pieces.

Now was the time.

A second gash was made as to criss-cross the first one. It distracted Kurama, momentarily, from what Karasu was doing. What he was doing.... Kurama winced as pain was forced on his already shattered body and Karasu settled deep inside him. Kurama tried to pull away, but to no avail.

Karasugrinned at every pained moan, every desperate whimper and squirm made by the fox; fed from those, Karasu dug deeper into Kurama, and the fox's skin.

There was only one way for Kurama to describe the horror, the humliation, and the pain that he felt.

Nightmare.

He screamed because he couldn't contain it anymore. Pain, humiliation, anger, all of it. Karasu just cackled back at him, as this was what he wanted to hear…the sweet melody of a beloved screaming, not holding back, accepting his fate at his hands.

Licking his lips from completion, Karasu withdrew from the torn and bleeding orifice while Kurama crumpled on the floor, no longer with anything to support his broken frame. He rose up, his long black hair snaking around him, strands shining silver and gold in the faint Makai moonlight. He stood over Kurama, announcing his dominance over him, and then raised his arms up, covering himself to further the distance between Kurama's helpless state and his conquest.

Karasu smirked at him. "If I remember correctly, you do have a plant that induces death … Shimaneki?"

Kurama, by now, was crying softly. "Y-Yes…"

"Use it. On yourself."

"No." A defiant assertion by one who was on the verge of bleeding to death anyway…

"Do it. Or else…"

"Y-yes…" the fox replied, sobbing, but trying to show dignity.

"That's my good little pet." Kurama slowly combed his hair in search for the seed of the Shimaneki, which he grasped between thumb and forefinger, and hesitantly brought down to the shorter gash…

"Drop it. Be a good boy and drop it…in there…"

Kurama still held his hand steady over the wound, but Karasu slammed it down, dropping the seed in.

The redhead was battling for control with the plant, trying his hardest to have it not spraead thtough his body. But it was torture, pure torture, more so that getting bombed or wounded or fucked…

And then his final words…

"Karasu…die…"

And a brilliant red bloom flowered from Kurama's corpse, causing Karasu to chortle at the very irony of the situation.

Beauty was beauty, dead or alive…

***

Kurama woke up with a start.

Damn Karasu, I will defeat him…I swear to Inari-sama I will…so he doesn't do that to me outside of dreams…

Meanwhile, Karasu woke up to the very pleasant surprise that during the night, his body had gone off like a gun due to his dream…

Bang.

-FIN