Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Perfect Moments ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer: Ownership is such a curious concept. The copyright, however, is not mine.

Warning: This is Karasu/Kurama. I think you can figure out the warnings from there. It's rated R for a number of reasons.

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Perfect Moments

"You're beautiful, do you know that?"

Violet eyes, dark and deep, watched crimson hair slide between slender fingers.

"Of course you know. That's what makes you all the better of a tease."

A swift backhand sent the boy sprawling, coming to land roughly on the floor. He's been unable to speak for days now- stripped of the ability by the darkly imaginative demon.

A stiff jacket was shrugged onto the floor, leaving a pale but defined upper body exposed. With a quiet chuckle, Karasu walked languidly over to the red-haired kitsune, kicking his shoes off along the way.

"Defiant, even in your voice."

Shivers ran down his spine as his gaze met emerald. He trailed his hand gently along the fox's jaw line, sweeping along the neck, to pause at the collarbone.

The shirt ripped loudly as it was torn from his body, leaving chest and torso bare for the other's delight. A slash, and the raven-haired demon brought his nails down across the enticing skin, leaving lines of red. His head dipped down to lick away the blood pooling just above a hard nipple. His tongue swirled lower, circling the pebbled flesh and leaving it clean. Not one to leave a job unfinished, he laved at the other, nipping at the raised flesh.

The sound of labored breathing was all that met his ears- not that he expected to wring out a vocal response. Kurama could not protest, could not cry out...Karasu felt himself stir at the thought.

Gripping him by the hair, the sadistic demon brought the boy's face to his for a crushing kiss. With some difficulty, he was able to pry his tongue into the other's mouth, tasting him.

His hand ran down, taking in each curve of muscle in a rushed manner- his own excitement only building the experience.

He squeezed Kurama through the jeans and moaned at finding him rock hard. Ceasing the violent intrusion of the boy's mouth, he opted for alternating soft caresses with a hard squeeze. He gave the slightly parted lips a final kiss, and trailed down his jaw, along his throat, using lips and tongue and teeth, all the while roughly massaging the kitsune's groin.

Releasing the silky strands, he pushed the red-head down onto the hard floor. Both hands free, he put them to good use working at the jeans that hid his prize from him. Receiving no aid from Kurama, Karasu managed to maneuver the pants off and away, soon to be forgotten.

He felt himself grow hard at the sight before him. Delicious contours, the elegant bone structure, the thick and solid member lying stiffly at his abdomen.

His breathing came faster as he took in the abrasions and wounds from previous encounters; previous nights. Not old enough to scar, but a pleasant reminder none the less. Some would look at them as grotesque, marring an otherwise perfect complexion.

Fools.

Nothing was perfect, and he'd be damned if he was going to fall under a delusion. Life wasn't perfect, so you had to look for the perfect moments.

Like this one.

Black slacks slid easily over his slender hips as they were tossed aside. kneeling over the smaller demon, he began kissing his way from the navel down, passing over scarlet curls. Long fingers brushed against Kurama's cock and he shuddered at how erect is had become. Unable to resist, he flicked his tongue over the head, marveling at the taste.

He was met with some resistance when he attempted to push the fox's legs apart, but it was easily overcome. After all, this wasn't about Kurama's pleasure.

Placing a hand at the small of his back, Karasu lifted the lithe body off of the ground just slightly.

He entered roughly without hesitation, and let out a nearly pained groan at the feel of Kurama's unyielding flesh. The taller demon thrust harder, building speed and setting a rhythm. Both hands gripped the lean boy by the hips, fingers biting into the skin, and Kurama was unable to speak as he was pounded furiously.

Deep moans escaped the crow demon's throat as he pulled his lover against him in time with his pistoning.

He loved this beautiful creature, and no one else could possibly touch the hold he had on his pet.

His fingernails gave a few inches, leaving parallel cuts along the petite hips, and it encouraged him to pick up speed.

The kitsune had had many lovers, that was a well-known fact. And possibly, a few loves along the way. The fox spirit had undoubtedly, at one point or another, for better or for worse, given his heart to another.

The fire in his groin ignited and spread throughout his abdomen as his pumping became erratic.

But he didn't take the red-head's heart. No, he took something much more intimate.

Colors danced behind his vision as he exploded into the waiting kitsune with a strangled yell. Sound became distant as his body shook with tremors of ecstasy.

He took his life.

Giving a final thrust, he collapsed on top of the still form, the flesh ungiving in the rigor mortis of death.

He allowed himself to come down from his orgasm before pulling out and rolling off onto the floor.

Lips half parted, emerald eyes stared up without sight.

"Hmm...still hard, I see. You really are insatiable."

He's been unable to speak for days.

 

 

END

 

 

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I understand the…technical errors I committed when it comes to the decomposition of a dead body; however, I found that removing these oversights take away from the story. Please pass them off as “Well, he's a demon, and the same rules don't apply.” Ah…lovely little scapegoat.