Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Slave ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I don't own YYH.

Warnings: Yaoi, bit of a lemon.

Note: This chapter is going to be a little more lighthearted than the first one, with no rape. Poor Hiei! My heart broke when I wrote that! Kurama's a little nicer. Okay, a lot nicer. Yoko Kurama can be nice. And Hiei is dealing with a few…problems. *Insert evil, perverted snicker* I hope you like this next chapter, thank you all those who reviewed! I love you!

 

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“Wake up pet.” Hiei groaned when he heard those words. His entire body hurt from being brutally raped and waking up to face perhaps another was not his idea of a good time.

 

“I know you're awake. Now be a good pet and listen to me lest I decide against treating you better.” Hiei sighed and opened his eyes. Might as well get it over with now. Kurama was sitting cross-legged next to him with a small box in his hands.

 

“Good. You're awake.” Kurama set the box to the side of him on the bed and leaned forward.

 

“You'll be glad to know that I'm not going to treat you like last night the entire time you're here. Unless, of course, you act very badly.” When Hiei didn't say anything, Kurama continued.

 

“You might say I'm here to……apologize, as you may call it, for my treatment of you. Not that you didn't deserve it.” He added. Hiei stared at him in confusion. The great Yoko Kurama was apologizing to him? It's probably a trick. Hiei decided quickly.

 

“And this is not a trick.” Kurama snapped. “Usually I pride myself in pleasuring my slaves as much as they pleasure me. Give as much as I get, so to speak. But usually my slaves are more than eager to pleasure me, so perhaps you caught me off guard. But as I was saying, I'm here to apologize for my ridiculous behavior and get you accustomed to how things really run around here.” Kurama stopped speaking and looked at Hiei expectantly. Hiei blinked. Was the youko expecting a response?

 

“…Yes, master?” Kurama shook his head and sighed.

 

“I'm not asking for that. I'm waiting for your answer!”

 

“My answer to what?” Hiei asked, beginning to feel a hint of frustration. The damn fox was twisting words around again.

 

“I admit I acted a little like a foolish child who wasn't getting what he wanted.” Kurama huffed out irritably.

 

“Hn.”

 

“I almost never treat my slaves like that.” Kurama said. “Perhaps a beating or two is all you'll receive, depending on the severity of your action.”

 

When Hiei nodded uncertainly, Kurama reached out and pulled the covers back. Hiei immediately wanted to curl up as the cold air hit his sore body, but he resisted the urge. Kurama opened the box and pulled out a jar and some gauze.

 

“I'll just clean you up then.” He said almost cheerfully as he uncorked the jar. “I can't have you scarring, or getting sick for that matter.” He spread the ointment carefully over the long gashes down Hiei's back and the small demon bit his lip at how much it stung. Then Kurama lifted Hiei's torso so he could wrap almost his entire midsection in gauze.

 

“I'll have you know that this ointment is amazing.” He said once he'd finished wrapping. “Numbs the pain almost instantly and almost never leaves scarring.” Hiei nodded in understanding.

 

“Now don't tense up or I'll never get this done.”

 

“What?” Hiei felt a slick finger prodding his opening and immediately tensed up.

 

“I said don't tense up!” Kurama snapped at him. “I tore you up rather badly, I'd appreciate it if you'd let me fix it!”

 

Hiei nodded and tried to force his screaming muscles to relax. Kurama's finger slid in inch by inch, aided by the ointment that covered it. It hurt, it definitely hurt. But underneath the pain was an odd sensation. It certainly wasn't pleasure, but an odd stretching and uncomfortable feeling. Hiei's brow furrowed as he tried to concentrate on it. Kurama's finger slid out though, but then returned with more ointment. This time, the pain wasn't so noticeable, and the burning feeling was feeling less and less uncomfortable. He shifted his hips a little and jerked when a small jolt of something shot up his spine. Something not painful. Hiei held his breath and shifted again; and felt another jolt. Kurama's finger was obviously hitting something that his cock hadn't hit the night before. Another shift, another jolt of what he had identified as pleasure. It was good, whatever it was. Another small shift and Kurama's finger it the spot harder. Hiei gasped quietly. The pain was entirely gone, numbed by the ointment, no doubt, but the wonderful sensation continued.

 

“Having fun?” Hiei immediately froze. All that time he hadn't even noticed that the kitsune's finger had stopped moving and it was he who was moving his hips up and down. Hiei's face burned with mortification as he realized that he had a rather hard erection digging into the bed underneath him. The slick finger was retracted and Kurama was once again sitting to the side of him.

 

“That wasn't that bad, now was it?” He asked, still oddly cheerful. But now he sounded smug, too. Hiei buried his face into the pillow, noting that his hands were now free of their former constraints.

 

“Breakfast will be in soon.” Kurama said, “Would you like to be on your back?”

 

Hiei shook his head fiercely. No way was he going to let the kitsune see that he was hard.

 

Kurama smirked at Hiei's actions and pulled the blanket back up over him.

 

“I took the liberty of having your measurements taken last night.” He said, and Hiei turned his face to the side to look at him.

 

“I had him make an outfit here for you to wear until you can take those bandages off. Not my favorite style; I personally think that one with such a lovely back should show it off, but it's much better than the rags you were wearing.” Kurama stood and walked over to a chair that had a black fold of cloth on it and picked it up.

 

“After breakfast I'll have you change into this, then give you a short tour.” He came back and sat on the bed.

 

“I'll also be expecting some conversation during breakfast.”

 

 

“So tell me, what were you doing in that temple?” Kurama asked, sipping a cup of tea. Miho had brought in a large tray full of food and, after shooting the most evil look she could muster at Hiei, had set it down on the small end table. Kurama had then hand fed Hiei his entire meal. While Hiei had protested the night before, he had no qualms in eating out of his hand now. He was famished and on that tray was more food than he's even seen at one time. He'd devoured almost all of it and was inwardly delighted to find that it was incredibly delicious as well. He was now lounging contently on his stomach, warm and full and perfectly ready to go back to sleep, when Kurama decided to start up a conversation.

 

“Hn?” Was his muddled response. Kurama smiled at his eloquence.

 

“Why were you in that temple? Don't tell me you were guarding the gem?”

 

“I wasn't.” Hiei snapped.

 

“Then why were you in there?” Hiei mumbled something into his pillow.

 

“Come again?”

 

“I was trying to steal it.” Hiei ground out. Kurama stared at him for roughly five seconds before he burst out laughing.

 

“I don't see how it's funny.” He grumbled, his cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

 

“It's not really.” Kurama said after he regained control of himself. “It's just that you go in there to steal something and end up getting stolen yourself!” That sent him into another round of what could only be classified as giggling.

 

“Hn.”

 

“And here I thought you were the guardian of the Gem of Hauyama.”

 

“There is no such thing. That was just something that the owner made up to scare everyone off.”

 

Kurama shrugged. “I figured as much.” What a liar.

 

 

“This is what I refer to as the main room.” Kurama said as he led Hiei into a large room filled with lavish carpets, chairs, and paintings. There was a lot of decoration, yet somehow it still managed to look good. Kurama had already shown Hiei the kitchen, and the room that he'd been in the first night.

 

“I've got about six treasure troves scattered throughout here.” Kurama said as he led Hiei out of the room. The small demon was walking slowly, limping every now and then, but the ointment had done its job. There was barely any pain.

 

“These will be your quarters when you're not sleeping in my bed.” Kurama pushed aside the curtain and Hiei stared at the large, yet simply decorated room. It was better than anything he had ever slept in.

 

“You'll probably be in my bed for a while yet,” Kurama said as he let the curtain fall. “So don't expect to be using your room.”

 

“What do I do when I'm not…in your bed?” Kurama shrugged and kept walking.

 

“Whatever you want, except for leaving. Miho likes to spend time in front of her mirror, though I daresay you would get bored with that.” Hiei nodded and followed him. Now that he'd had time to get used to it, he found that this slave thing wasn't as bad as he'd expected. He still didn't like it, but he could get used to it as long as he wasn't treated like he's been when he first arrived. Besides, if he cooperated, Kurama would give him more of a chance to escape than if he were watched every second.

 

“Master?” Kurama looked rather startled when Hiei addressed him like that and the fire demon hid a smirk. He could do this slavery thing.

“When you were explaining the rules to me when I arrived, you said I would have to…pleasure Miho.”

 

“Ah, so I did.” Kurama waved a hand elegantly. “I'm not so sure you'll have to worry about that. At least you won't have to yet. She's been getting a little full of herself lately, so I'll be working on humbling her.”

 

Hiei smirked to himself. He'd show that little bitch who was going to be in charge around here.

 

“My, your tour took a little longer than I thought it would!” Kurama exclaimed. “I'm having guests over for lunch today.”

 

“Guests?”

 

“Not the same ones as before.” Kurama said, correctly interpreting Hiei's question.

 

“Hn.”

 

“I'm serious this time when I say I want you on your best behavior. Yesterday was appalling and I hope you'll do better today.”

 

“I'll try.”

 

“No, you will.” Kurama said sternly.

 

“I will.”

 

“Good. Do well and I'll reward you.”

 

 

“I hear you've got a new slave, Kurama,” Said the blond demon who was seated across from the kitsune.

 

“You heard correct, Kato.” Kurama replied, his right hand playing with Hiei's hair. Hiei was curled on the pillow, his head against Kurama's knee, his right hand stroking the end of Kurama's tail. He wasn't stiff and cold like the night before, but he had a very small lazy smirk on his face and a mischievous glint in his red eyes that Kurama thought made him look unbearably sexy. Perhaps Hiei would be more willing to give the whole “pleasure slave” thing a go after his guests left?

 

“So? Where is he?” Kato demanded impatiently. Kurama pointed at Hiei and he didn't move anything but his eyes to look at Kato.

 

“That thing?” Hiei twitched in irritation at the disgust in Kato's voice.

 

“Are you saying that I have bad taste?” Kurama asked a little too politely. Kato bowed his head and mumbled an apology. His companion, Jouri, tilted his head to the side in contemplation.

 

“I think he's gorgeous.” He said after a moments study. Hiei flushed just a little bit but turned even redder when Kurama agreed with Jouri.

 

“I don't suppose we could try him out?” Jouri asked. Hiei twitched again but maintained his unruffled composure.

 

“Absolutely not!” Kurama said firmly. “I'm not letting anyone try him out until I've gotten him fully trained.”

 

“Of course,” Jouri said immediately. “It just never hurts to ask. Except if you ask the wrong person.”

 

“Exactly.”

 

 

Kurama pulled Hiei up into his lap once Miho had shown Jouri and Kato out.

 

“You did very well. I was worried you would act up again.” Hiei was no longer relaxed, but he wasn't stiff as a board.

 

“I know how to act.” He said huffily. Kurama nodded in agreement.

 

“So you do. And I did say I would reward you, didn't I?” Kurama's voice had gotten huskier during his last sentence and Hiei's mouth went dry at the suggestive tone in his voice. Even though he'd raped him the night before, the kitsune was extremely attractive. Hiei suspected that had he been trying, he could have made the experience very pleasant for the both of them. Hiei swallowed against the lump in his throat.

 

“You did.” He said nervously. Kurama stood, picking Hiei up with him, and the demon winced as stabbing pain shot up his back.

 

“First, we're going to get your bandages changed. Maybe then we'll see about your reward.” He carried Hiei through the hallways, past a fuming Miho whom Hiei smirked at over Kurama's shoulder.

 

“Take your clothes off.” Kurama commanded as he set Hiei down on the bed and left the room to get the ointment. Now Hiei turned a fiery red and hesitated. He really didn't think being naked in the youko's presence wasn't the greatest idea. Then again, pissing off the youko by disobeying a direct order wasn't the greatest idea, either. So he started pulling off the black velvety fabric of the outfit Kurama had given him. The outfit had no sleeves, a high, Chinese style collar, and silver embroidery along the seams, Instead of pants as he'd expected; he had what he called a tight fitting ankle-length skirt. It had slits up both sides to the tops of his thighs, exposing lots of skin when he walked or moved just right.

 

Hiei folded the outfit and placed it on the chair, then sat on the bad and resisted the urge to cover himself. He felt so ridiculous, much like he had when he had first put the outfit on.

 

“Good, you listened.” Kurama came back in and Hiei felt shivers up and down his spine when the youko looked at him. Those golden eyes trailed leisurely up and down his body and his cheeks burned.

 

“On your stomach.” Kurama said, and Hiei crawled further up the bed to lay on his stomach, well aware of Kurama's eyes on him.

 

The rewrapping of his back didn't take long. A fresh layer of skin had already started covering the gashes, and within a few days it would be as good as new.

 

When Kurama's hands moved the back of his thighs, Hiei tensed up at the familiar feeling. But once he was sure Kurama wasn't going to rape him again, he relaxed. This time, Kurama's finger went in easier, and the slight bit of pain went away almost immediately. Now, Hiei was determined to stay still, but he bit his lip when Kurama's finger brushed that spot and heat began to pool in the bottom of his stomach.

 

“I noticed that you were surprised by this spot, earlier.” Kurama said casually as he pushed his finger in deeper. Hiei arched his back a tiny bit.

 

“You said you weren't a virgin, why didn't you know about this?”

 

“W-what?” Hiei asked, having no idea what Kurama was talking about.

 

“This.” Kurama hit that spot hard with his finger and Hiei's hips bucked as sparks danced across his vision.

 

“Are you telling me that you were a virgin?” Kurama asked incredulously. His voice darkened. “And you lied to me about it.”

 

“I didn't lie! I just-“

 

“Didn't tell the truth?” Kurama interrupted, and Hiei felt a small spark of fear along with the warmth in his gut.

 

“I wasn't a virgin!” Hiei snapped before Kurama interrupt him.

 

“Then how did you not know about this?” Kurama jabbed that spot again and Hiei bit his lip hard enough to make it bleed.

 

“I didn't…he didn't…”

 

“I get it.” Kurama said. “You had an inconsiderate lover.” Hiei gave a small nod.

 

“Then consider yourself lucky I found you.” Kurama added a second finger and Hiei gave a soft mewl of pain. He soon found, however, that he liked having the second finger. There was still the burning sensation, but now it felt wonderful instead of painful.

 

“On your knees, pet.” Hiei shakily rose to all fours and nearly collapsed when Kurama's other hand reached between his legs and grabbed his cock in a firm grip.

 

“Oh…stop…don't…ah!” Hiei panted and moved his hips back and forth shamelessly as Kurama finger fucked him deeply and stroked his cock with long firm strokes. Kurama, in the meantime, was having difficulty not slicking up his own cock and fucking the demon for all he was worth. But he wanted this to be about Hiei's pleasure. And the small demon hadn't healed enough for another brutal fucking, whether his pleasure was the goal or not. So he resigned himself to fucking Hiei with his fingers, but, needless to say, he was enjoying himself quite a bit. He had a lovely view of the demon's pert behind, and watching that tight ring of muscle swallow his finger again and again was almost enough to make him come without any stimulation.

 

“Ah…I'm…” Hiei rocked his hips faster, feeling something rising in his stomach. A harsh tingling was spreading throughout his body and he wanted it to end, but at the same time he was desperate for it to continue. His muscles tightened and he arched his back as he came hard into Kurama's hand. Kurama continued pumping him slowly, milking the last few drops out of him. Then, a deep lethargy washed over him and he finally did collapse, but Kurama caught him and moved him to the other side of the bed.

 

“Go to sleep, pet.” Hiei didn't protest, falling asleep almost immediately, his body tingling contently. Kurama pulled the covers up over Hiei's body, but first taking off the covers he had come all over. He dropped them in a heap on the floor and strode off to his bathroom. He would take a nice hot bath and take care of his `problem' while he was at it.

 

TBC.

 

I hope you people enjoyed the second chapter of this. I've changed the summary a bit to match the plot. Some of you may comment that Kurama went through a bit of a personality change, and he did. But then, who can claim that Yoko Kurama is predictable? Besides, I see Yoko Kurama as one to treat his slaves well. Please review, and no flames!