Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Slave ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

 

Disclaimer: I don't own YYH, but I do own Tokato, and any other characters that I make up along here.

Warnings: Extreme Yaoi, lemon/rape. If you don't like this, leave now.

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“You can't be serious.” Yoko Kurama glared at the small demon that was sitting across from him. The demon paled and trembled visibly.

 

“M-my master has offered you 15,000 Ruji in return for this.” He said, seemingly to regain his former confidence that had fled him when Kurama first spoke.

 

“Doesn't he know that the Gem of Hauyama is only a myth?” Kurama asked, still skeptical about it. He'd been enjoying a relaxing drink when this small toad like demon had approached him a launched into a speech about stealing the Gem of Hauyama.

 

“Of course master knows all the legends surrounding the Gem of Hauyama.”

 

“So he knows that no one knows where it's located, what guards it, or even what it looks like?”

 

“Master has reason to believe he knows where it lies.”

 

“Really?” Kurama's ears perked up. Now he was interested.

 

“Ok. Now you've got my attention. I'll attempt this little thing of yours, but only if I'm paid 15,000 in advance, and then I'll be paid the extra 5,000 Rugi before I give you the gem once you have proof that I have it.”

 

“My master would never agree to that.”

 

“Too bad.” Kurama leaned back in his chair, “Either those terms or no deal.”

 

“Only 15,000.”

 

“20,000 or no deal. Those are my terms.”

 

“…Fine.” The demon sighed. His master would not be happy to hear of the price.

 

Kurama stood and smirked down at the demon.

 

“Good. I'll await my payment, and any information you have, and then I will be on my way. I will have no time limit and no one following me. Understand?” The demon nodded.

 

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Kurama walked the jungle at the base of the Anglese Mountains. Luckily, he didn't have to worry about any of the locals due to the abundance of man-eating plants in this place. A perfect place to hide the entrance to a temple. No wonder they chose him.

 

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“How did you get in here?” The small demon glared at him and the sword in his hand glinted dangerously. Kurama blinked. He hadn't been expecting this. Well, to be honest he had been expecting something. But after going through the entire temple without so much as a trap, he'd begun to wonder if he was even in the right place. Perhaps he was. Although, he'd hadn't found the large, ugly, fearsome demon he'd expected. This demon was very short, moderately attractive, and rude to boot.

 

“How did you get in here?” Kurama retorted.

 

“I asked you first.” Kurama sighed. Was politeness a dying art?

 

“I'm here to find the Gem of the Hauyama.” The demon's glare grew more pronounced and without warning, he lunged forward. However, Kurama had been expecting that. With a flick of his wrist, the grass around the demon's feet exploded into a mass of vines, tangling around the demon until he was securely wrapped. The vines lifted him into the air and dangled him upside down in front of Kurama. The demon began screaming at Kurama in a foreign language, though Kurama could clearly get the gist of what he was saying.

 

“Be silent, you.” The vines curled up around the demon's mouth and he fell silent, his red eyes spitting fire at the fox demon.

 

“I'll be back for you.” Kurama turned and walked up the stairs to the gem that glinted in the fire light. It didn't look like much. It was just a rather large ruby. Shrugging, he plucked it off the stand and put it in his pocket. He turned back to the demon that was still tied up.

 

“You're coming with me.” He grinned and hefted the demon onto his shoulder.

 

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“Excellent work! My master will be very pleased.” The demon bowed low and handed Kurama a large bag of gold.

 

“Hm. Good thing you came through on your payment.” Kurama said, “But I need a favor.”

 

“Oh?” The demon looked up in surprise.

 

“You are in charge of your master's slaves, aren't you?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“So you would have some collars with you specially designed for fire apparitions. I hear that your master has a penchant for those.” The demon nodded.

 

“But sir, those aren't cheap.”

 

“I know. But in exchange for one, I'll give you the remainder of my fee. The extra 5,000.”

 

The demon's eyes lit up, “Deal.” He said, and he pulled a collar out from under his heavy coat.

“If I may, sir, where is the slave this is for?” Kurama pointed at the fire demon that was sitting bound and gagged next to him.

 

“Him?” The demon's face fell, “He's not exactly the most attractive thing I've ever seen. Are you sure he's a full fire demon?”

 

“He's enough to be a problem without that collar.” Kurama said.

 

“Oh. I'm sure the master would buy him. It's not often you come across a red-eyed fire demon.”

 

“No. He's all mine.”

 

The demon bowed, “Understood, sir.”

 

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“Well. This is your new home,” Kurama let the demon slide off his shoulder and land on the ground beside him.

 

“Well. I should say temporary home.” Kurama corrected himself. “Until I get bored with you and sell you to some one else. Or if I kill you. Either one.”

 

The demon made no sign as to having heard him, only staring at the ground. Kurama grabbed the demon by his hair and hauled him to his feet, earning a muffled yelp of pain.

 

“When I speak to you, I expect a response!” Kurama snapped at him, “I expect a `Yes, master', or a `No, master!” Kurama let go of his hair and the demon once again fell to the ground.

 

“But since you're gagged, and since you're new at this, I'll let you off with a warning this time. Understand? This is the part where you say, `Yes, master'.”

 

“Mmmph.”

 

“I'll accept that.” Kurama bent down and pulled the gag out of the demon's mouth.

 

“Now, what's your name?”

 

“Hiei.”

 

“Hm… Hiei.” Kurama said, thoughtfully.

 

“I like it. I'll let you keep that name.” Kurama grabbed the demon by the back of his bonds and tossed him onto the bed.

 

“Now, don't you move. I'm going to find some clothing for you.” Kurama turned and started rummaging through his closet, missing the demon rolling his eyes.

 

“Nope. Way too big. Wrong color. Not for a guy.” Kurama tossed clothing over his shoulder. Looking back at Hiei, he sighed.

 

“I've got nothing that will fit you in here. I'll guess you'll have to wear that. Darn, and I've got company coming.”

 

Hiei didn't say anything; he just continued to glare at him.

 

“Now. I'm going to expect you on your best behavior. Anything less than that will reflect badly upon me and you will be severely punished for it. Understand?” When the demon didn't answer, he stalked forward and slapped the demon squarely across the mouth. Hiei toppled off the bed and hit the floor with a thud.

 

“There will be more of that later, but for my guests you must be presentable.” Hiei nodded.

 

“Good.” Kurama settled down on the bed, “You will speak only when spoken to, and you will say only what you think will please the people around you. Your soul purpose is to please others, physically and mentally. I have another slave called Miho. When you are not serving me, you will help her. I will have you know now that she is off limits to you unless I give you the order. Understand?”

 

“I wouldn't touch her anyways.”

 

“Unless I order you to. Your sexual preference has no weight in this world. You please who you are ordered to.” Kurama waited for a response and once again did not get one.

 

“Are you really slow or do you enjoy pain?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Yes what?”

 

“Yes, master.”

 

“Yes, you enjoy pain?”

 

“No!”

 

“Or are you slow?”

 

No! I'm not-“

 

“So you were lying to me when you said yes.” Kurama interrupted, tsking softly. “I don't like liars. Do you understand?”

 

“Yes…master.”

 

“I expect an apology for lying to me.”

 

“But I-“

 

“No. I don't care what your reasons were. Apologize now.” Hiei bit his lips before he opened his mouth and said softly.

 

“I'm…sorry, master.”

 

“Sorry for what?”

 

“For lying to you. I'm sorry for lying to you.”

 

“Good. You're learning.” Kurama pulled the ki-represent collar out of his pocket and reached down to snap it around Hiei's neck. The demon's red eyes snapped up to Kurama with a mixture of shock, anger, and a tinge of humiliation.

 

“I can't just keep you tied up in those wards. Don't try to take this off, lest it choke you into unconsciousness.” Kurama then tugged on the tie that kept the demon bound and the warded ropes slide off. Hiei was on his feet in an instance and was crouched on the other side of the room before Kurama had a chance to grab him.

 

“Don't be like that.” Kurama said, sliding off the bed and standing. Hiei didn't move and continued to glare.

 

“Stay here. Miho will arrive shortly to make sure you are presentable, and I will call for you both when my guests arrive.” Kurama left the room, once again missing the rude gesture the demon made at his back.

 

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The second the youko was gone, Hiei's hands flew to his collar and tugged desperately at the metal. As promised, the metal tightened the more he tugged. Hiei growled in frustration. This was not good. He still didn't know how he'd gotten here. He'd expected the youko to kill him, or rape him then kill him. Or to just beat the shit out of him. What he didn't expect was to end up as a slave, probably to be raped, beaten, and then left alive to bear his torture. That damn youko was going to parade him around like a trophy, treating him either like a pet or a piece of slime. Hiei gripped the collar and let out another sound of frustration. Why are they doing this to me? I've done my part. I've protected their stupid gem. Why can't they just let me be? He buried his face in his hands.

 

“Excuse me?” Hiei's head jerked up and he glared at the woman in front of him. She looked barely any taller than he, with long blond hair that was falling loose about her hips. Her body was soft and curvy, extenuated by the skimpy clothing she was wearing. Her face was small and delicate, with a pair of large blue eyes with long dark eyelashes.

 

“I am Miho. You are Kurama's new slave, I presume?” The way she looked at him. It was if she was better than him. Hiei gritted his teeth. He did not like this girl.

 

“Hn.”

 

“Are you? What has he named you?” Hiei stayed silent, hoping that maybe she would just go away.

 

“He didn't name you?” She appeared shocked at this. “Master does not normally forget such things! I guess I will name you until he does.”

 

“Like hell you will.”

 

“Hmm…How about…Ruki?” She suggested. “Yes, Ruki sounds nice.”

 

“My name is Hiei!” She looked back down at him.

 

“Don't be silly. Your name is whatever master desires. And as your superior, I have the right to name you until he does.”

 

“Fuck off, you…” Hiei blinked. The he smirked, “You're a human, aren't you?”

 

She stiffened, “So what if I am?” Hiei finally rose slowly to his feet. No, she was a few inches taller than him.

 

“You expect me to take orders from a lowly human like you? You must feel pretty high and mighty to be a demon's bitch.” Surprisingly, she didn't get angry at his insult.

 

“I am one of the finest pleasure slaves on the market.” She said proudly. “I am proud of my position; as should you be. Although…” She cast him a critical look. “I am wondering what skills you may have to make him buy you. You wouldn't be worth much, otherwise.” Hiei could feel the incredible urge to kill this woman, but that would probably get him killed.

 

“Follow me.” Miho suddenly said, “Master's guests are here.”

 

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“So, Kurama.” Kuronue leaned forward in his chair, “You say you got a new slave?”

 

“I do.” Kurama said, “I believe he was the guardian of the Gem of Hauyama.”

 

“You're kidding!” Tokato laughed. “Imagine that! Bet he's real pissed right now!”

 

“As a matter of fact, he was.”

 

“Master?” Miho stood in the doorway and Tokato licked his lips at the sight of the voluptuous blond.

 

“Yes, Miho?” She bowed low.

 

“I have brought your new slave in as requested.”

 

“Good. You may leave.” Tokato gave a muffled groan of disappointment and Kurama chuckled.

 

“Wait a moment and Tokato will accompany you.” Tokato grinned, and then his mouth fell open in surprise as Hiei stepped out from behind Miho.

 

“That thing is your new slave?” He asked incredulously. Hiei's left eyebrow twitched slightly and his fist clenched.

 

“Yes. Kuronue, Tokato, this is Hiei.” Kuronue stood and walked over to the dark-haired demon.

 

“What is he?” He asked as he leaned in closer to inspect him.

 

“A fire demon half-breed, I believe.” Tokato took interest in that.

 

“Really?” He too walked over to Hiei and grabbed the demon's chin. “He should be nice and hot for you, then. Fucked him yet?” Kurama shook his head.

 

“Not yet. Haven't had the time.”

 

“I'll do it for you. Is he a virgin?”

 

“I don't know. Are you a virgin, Hiei?” Hiei, who had been fuming silently the whole time, blushed a brilliant red.

 

“No.” he said lowly.

 

“So can I fuck him, Kurama? Try him out for you?” Traces of panic began to show on Hiei's face, and Kurama decided for once to take pity on him.

 

“No,” he said, and the tension in Hiei's shoulders eased a bit.

 

“Spoil sport.” Tokato grumbled. He let go of Hiei's chin with a sigh. “How well trained is he?”

 

“No training at all.” Kurama answered simply. Tokato gaped at him in astonishment.

 

“None? Why the fuck would you want an untrained slut like him?” Hiei's face was now regaining his previous angry flush and he was biting his lip, perhaps trying to stop himself from doing something he shouldn't.

 

“I'm sure he's not that much of a slut, Tokato,” Kurama said soothingly, almost patronizingly. Hiei's intense look switched to him and Kurama was almost sure that the demon was trying to burn a hole through his head.

 

“Yeah, whatever.” Tokato quickly lost interest when he spotted Miho watching him over Hiei's shoulder and he moved past the demon and followed Miho out of the room.

“Come and sit.” Kurama patted the pillow on the floor next to his feet. Kuronue crossed the room and sank down into the seat across from Kurama. Hiei waited until both demons looked at him expectantly before he crossed the room and sat down on the pillow, as far away from Kurama as he could.

 

Kuronue observed the demon quietly, noting the stiff back and the tense shoulders. Hiei didn't curl up against Kurama's knee like Miho did, nor did he sit demurely like his own. He sat like he was in a den full of snakes where one single movement would be disastrous.

 

“Relax.” Kurama said, hooking a finger in Hiei's collar so that he could pull the demon back. He positioned his head against Kurama's knee, and his shoulders slumped a little bit, but one could still feel the tense energy around him.

 

“He's a frigid little thing.” Kuronue commented. Kurama smiled and began playing with Hiei's dark hair.

 

“He'll warm up.” A servant came in with a platter of food and the conversation ended as the two occupants began eating. Hiei tried to ignore the delicious smell of food and his stomach rumbled softly. He hadn't eaten in nearly two days and he was absolutely famished. Of course, maybe if the youko forgot to feed him, he could die before he got really humiliated. His thoughts were cut off when a hand appeared, holding a piece of meat under his nose. His eyes followed the hand up to the arm, then to the face. Kurama was looking down at him expectantly. Hiei slowly reached up with one hand to take the offered meat, but it was snatched away before he could touch it. He glared up at Kurama and put his hand back down. Was the kitsune taunting him? The hand came back under his nose, this time pressing the meat lightly against his lips. Now he understood and his cheeks heated up in embarrassment. Kurama was expecting him to eat it out of his hand! Hiei pressed his lips tightly shut and stared straight ahead, not moving when the meat was pressed harder against his mouth.

 

“Eat it.” Kurama commanded shortly. Hiei pressed his lips tighter in a silent no. The meat was retracted and Hiei's stomach protested loudly.

 

“I know you're hungry. Either you eat this way or you don't eat at all.” Tokato chose that moment to reenter the room and Kurama tossed the meat back onto his plate. The blond demon was still busy putting on his clothing and he was glistening with sweat. Kurama wrinkled his nose.

 

“Could you have at least washed up before coming back in here?” Tokato grinned and pulled on his coat.

 

“Sorry. We gotta get going.” Kuronue nodded and rose as well.

 

“See ya, Kurama!” Kurama gave a small wave as the two left, but stayed in his chair until the servants had cleared away the table and departed. Hiei didn't move either, though he was starting to get nervous at the youko's silence. Miho entered the room, dressed in a different, yet still skimpy outfit. She shot Hiei a cold glance before asking if Kurama needed his bath drawn.

 

“No.” he replied pleasantly. “You may go to bed, Miho.” Miho looked startled.

 

“M-my bed, master?”

 

“Yes. I have no need of you, tonight.” Miho's lower lip trembled and Hiei thought she was going to cry. But she only shot him another cold look before turning and marching out of the room.

 

“Now, as for you...” Hiei gasped in pain as the fingers that had been playing with his hair suddenly clenched and jerked his head back. Kurama had lost all traces of pleasantness and he was staring icily down at him. The pressure on Hiei's scalp increased and he gritted his teeth.

 

“You have been a very bad slave.” He hissed, giving a small tug. Hiei glared up at him defiantly.

 

“First, you don't give me the respect that you're supposed to. Then you embarrass me by not accepting the food that I offered. Do you have anything to say for yourself? Any reason for acting the way you did?” Hiei stayed silent. There was no way he was going to speak so that the youko could twist his words around like earlier.

 

“I should have let Tokato fuck you. But since you were new at this, I took some undeserved pity on you.” Now, Kurama stood and tugged Hiei along with him. Luckily Kurama was almost a foot and a half taller than him, so he didn't have to bend over to much. But it still hurt to be pulled along roughly by his hair. Kurama pulled Hiei through the door into his quarters and tossed the demon down on his bed. Before Hiei could moved, a larger weight settled down on him and he felt a flutter of panic in his stomach when a pair of strong vines wrapped securely around his wrists, pinning his arms up above his head. Hiei's first reaction was to pull against his bindings, but the vines wouldn't give an inch.

 

“I was planning on making this good for you, but I don't think you deserve it.” Hiei twisted his hips the side when he felt Kurama's fingers working at the belts he had around his waist.

 

“Hold still.” Kurama snapped, giving him a hard slap on the side of the face. After several seconds of unsuccessful attempts at unbuckling the belts, Kurama flipped Hiei over onto his stomach. The vines wrapped around his wrist twisted as well so as to accommodate the new position. Kurama shoved Hiei's cloak up around his waist and gripped the top of his pants. With a quick tug, the fabric ripped and he ripped the fabric down past Hiei's knees.

 

Hiei was almost in a panic now. He was terrified of what was about to happen. No matter how much he struggled, Kurama wasn't fazed nor deterred. Kurama lifted Hiei's hips up and shoved a pillow underneath them. The youko then took a moment to admire the almost cute round bottom before he ran a single finger down the cleft to the tiny pucker. He didn't give any warning before he shoved his entire finger in. It was incredibly hot and tight and when Hiei tensed up around his finger, Kurama was sure he would come right then and there. Perfect. He jerked the finger out, earning a muffled hiss of discomfort from the fire demon.

 

“Now hold still, luv.” Kurama said cheerfully as he grasped the slim hips. Hiei opened his mouth to protest and Kurama plunged inwards, sheathing his entire length in one hard thrust. Instead of a protest, a ragged cry of pain was ripped from Hiei's throat. Kurama gasped at the incredible tightness that surrounded him and gripped Hiei's hips so hard that rivulets of blood began trickling from where his claws had broken the skin.

 

Hiei panted sharply, trying to ignore the burning in his lower body. That hurt! Something had torn when the youko entered him and pain was shooting throughout his entire body. He could feel the sharp points of pain where claws dug into his skin and he knew there would be bruises there later. Then the youko started moving. Absolute agony engulfed him as Kurama slammed in and out with slow withdrawals to draw out the pain, then a cruel intrusion to create more. One of the fox demon's hands left his hip to rake a bloody trail down his back and Hiei couldn't help it. A sharp scream rose up in his throat and broke past his lips. Kurama smirked in triumph and sped up the pace, encouraging as much sound as he could from the small demon.

 

“You're so hot and tight.” He hissed into Hiei's ear. “I'm glad I didn't let Tokato fuck you first.” Hiei whimpered softly, his eyes burning at the corners and glistening with moisture. But he shut his eyes and gritted his teeth. He would not cry for this demon. To do so would be to utterly submit.

 

“Come on pet,” Kurama whispered in his ear again. “Scream louder, my pet.” He began fucking Hiei faster, not at all worried about the blood that gushed out every time he pushed in, and digging into the demon with his claws. Hiei clamped his mouth shut, his head thrashing back and forth in an effort to bear the pain.

 

“Scream for me pet.” Kurama commanded, and Hiei couldn't help it. His screams echoed off the walls off the chamber and all about the cave system. He couldn't stop. At every burst of pain, he cried out in succession with it. Until Kurama froze suddenly and Hiei felt a liquid cooler than his own body burst forth into his abused passage. It stung and Hiei gave a soft moan of pain as Kurama still was giving small, minute thrusts with his hips. Soon, those stopped and the fox demon collapsed onto Hiei, crushing him to the bed with his weight.

 

“You're wonderful.” Kurama breathed against his neck. “I think I'll keep you.”

 

TBC