Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ The Sacrifice ❯ Kiss ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

The Dark Tournament takes a turn for the worse, and lands Kurama in the hands of Karasu. How will his friends...and his lover, react? And will the proud kitsune be humbled by his stalker-turned-master? Hiei/Kurama
Karasu/Kurama

Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.18.2005 | Updated On: 05.21.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 882 | Status: Work In Progress

The Sacrifice

Type: Angst

Warnings: non-graphic rape, bondage, dark yaoi, gore, violence, language, limey

Rating: R

Summary: The Dark Tournament takes a turn for the worst, and lands Kurama in the hands of Karasu. How do his friends…and his lover, react? And will the proud kitsune be humbled by his stalker-turned-master? Karasu/Kurama Hiei/Kurama

Author's Note: This is definitely my darkest fic for YuYu. I hope y'all enjoy it, and am glad I finally found a sight that allows NC-17 stuff. My muse doesn't even have to bother to wash his blood-stained clothes now!

Chapter One- No Alternative

Kurama'sPOV

He's getting to me. Actually, that is a terrific understatement; he's already crushed any hope I have of beating him. The death plant seed was my last resort, and it didn't even penetrate him. He deflected it.

Maybe that's because I'm in an unbelievable amount of pain. Perhaps Yoko would've fared better. Or…maybe it's those eyes. Haunting indigo eyes that follow my every desperate attempt to defend myself. I tried to cut myself off from compassion. I tried to fight with ice around my heart.

But this agony has softened me, and I can't deny what I see in the Crow Demon called Karasu.

Hurt.

Longing.

Depression.

Love.

But no hate. No will. His emotions are the result of a deep insanity…and feelings for me so strong they are in danger of consuming us both.

So. This is to be my end then? I must admit it is appropriate…to die again at the hands of an admirer. As I twitch in response to the dozens of bomb wounds marring my skin, I am overloaded with a certain fire demon's quiet protestation.

I'm s-sorry, Hiei. P-p-please make up something plausible for mother. I…I love you both.

My whispers are faint, but I know that he hears. That is why I'm surprised at his response.

Shut up Baka kitsune, and put down your defenses!

I don't understand him until I feel another surge of energy mingle with mine. As I get slowly to my feet it dawns. He's granting me a portion of his life energy, kindling a chance of victory. At the same moment, an unscathed Karasu sighs.

“ You are so beautiful. I wish I could keep you by my side forever. But all things that seem ideal…eventually disintegrate.”

As he wallows in his own self-loathing, a plan formulates in my head. I cannot beat him this way. That much is certain. I am barely alive at all. But there is still a way to save my friends…my love…and get us all out of this nightmare.

All except me, that is.

Making my decision, ignoring my wounds, and fighting back despair, I walk towards a sorrowful Karasu. The crowd is silent. Suspense pulls at me like dozens of imps gnawing at my flesh.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

With shaking hands I pull him to me, wrapping his stunned form in my arms in the best pretense of tenderness I can muster.

And then I kiss him. Forcing myself to feel only lust, letting my tongue slip in between his teeth, I lose myself in the unwanted embrace. It doesn't take long to coax him into a response. As my own hearts is ripped apart by the gesture, his begins to heal.

Everything; the raging confusion of the masses, the astounded squeaks of Koto and Juri, even the fury of my koibito…it all goes ignored as we fall to our knees, every inch of my skill coming into play.

Finally I break away and use his dazed confusion to my advantage.

“ I am a demon. I am immortal. As long as you are alive, I will never leave you. Help me defeat Togouro…and I am your lover, your s-slave, for eternity.”

My words are loud; clear for the entire stadium to hear. Somewhere in the distance…one the surface of this darkness that I've thrust myself into, my teammates' screams ring through the air.

“ KURAMA, NO! YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS!”

“ YEAH MAN, WE CAN TAKE'EM WITHOUT THIS PERVERT'S HELP!”

“ Fox…how could you?”

Karasu raises his pallid hand. I cringe involuntarily, so certain that he's about to end me…but he just strokes my bloodstained cheek, his purple orbs ardent with insecure uncertainty. He reminds me of…of a child.

“ Yes” he says at last. “ I will do this.”

As we both get to our feet I hear the telltale hiruseki drop yards away. All my grief, my frustration, causes my ki to boil up inside from the very primal depths of my soul, renewing my power.

“ I'm sorry.” I whisper again, then charge the remaining members of Team Togouro with all that I posses, feeding off the fear in their expressions.

Karasu'sPOV

It's almost finished now. Now that the Yoko's gone my beloved writhes at my feet. The most delightful mixture of pleasure and sorrow rips its way through me as he tries to stand.

Perfect even in the throes of death; innocence torn, revealing the brave countenance of a boy who is about to perish. Darling Kurama…don't you see? This is the best intimacy of all. At least this way we'll both have the closure we deserve.

Hmm…but what is he doing now? He walks not like the forlorn vanquished, but towards me as if he has a purpose. Behind him I see the Forbidden One, staring on in bewildered melancholy.

Yes, Hiei. It is time you came out of your contented trance, and experience the sublime torment of loss. Soon though, his stocky image is blocked by a pair of bright spruce eyes. Why…Kurama is inches from me. I freeze as with shaky hands he yanks at my open collar, a look of dawning determination set in his features. His lips tremble deliciously…lips that in my darkened fantasies are bloodstained as I bight and plunder them. Lips that I will never feel-

…I…I'm warm. His kiss is nothing like I imagined it. It's not harsh or demanding or painful…rather, it fills me with a sweetness I don't think I've ever experienced before. It makes me want to cry; this lie of a gesture. It can't really be happening, after all. I know that not only am I undesirable, I'm repulsive. It doesn't bother me really…just, makes me work harder for what I need.

All fragments of illusional theory are shattered however, when I feel his tongue enter my mouth. Gods…he is arousing. I feel reborn as my blood pumps vitality through my frigid heart and loins. We're on our knees now, and still haven't ceased. I'll die if it continues. I want him so much…why is he teasing me this way? Why do this to me! As if it will all work out! As if there'll be a happy ending? There are no happy endings.

He breaks away. I cannot speak. I can't even move. The world is an oil painting, one that is centered around the beautifully ruined creature before me.

“ I am a demon……immortal…….defeat Togouro….lover….slave….eternity.”

That is about all I hear. And still it is enough to make me understand. I know that it won't last. But Gods be damned, I must feel him like that again. No matter what this youkai will be mine.

“ Yes. I will do this.” I say, and then my energy explodes as we run at my surprised team members.

Hiei'sPOV

The others think very little of my honor code. And I'd like to keep it that way. They believe that I am selfish, and would spit on the graves of them all. That's partially true. Except for that which belongs to me. I'd die defending him. Which is why after the last bomb tears at his flesh, I immediately begin siphoning some of my power into Kurama.

He will not fade away. Not if I have anything to say about it. I told him so in the dark of night, on the beach, in his bead, and I mean to keep my oath. As long as our love holds he is mine to protect. To my well-concealed relief he stands, and begins to stumble towards his enemy. Over the loudspeakers, Koto yells her mundane commentary.

“ Kurama has just amazingly scrambled to his feet, and is now on the offensive! You just can't kill this rodent!”

That's right you disgusting female kitten, you cannot. I am going to enjoy seeing the insides of the pathetic vulture lover-boy. Everyone has fallen silent, waiting for the splash of blood, the fallen head, the gentle squelch of a kiss-

Wait a moment. I can't be seeing this. Kurama…why? What are you doing? Is it some battle tactic? Are…you spitting a seed down his throat? Why are your hands roaming…gods…no…you're not…

All I can do is watch as my love pillages this lanky excuse for a demon, falling to the stadium floor as his passion burns through the ecstatic recipient.

The audience explodes. The Detective, the Oaf, and Koenma are all staring. Juri's having a break down. Koto won't shut up.

“ Oh my god, people! This gesture really does speak for itself! It seems the pressure has gotten to everyone's favorite crow and plant apparition, who have just surrendered themselves to a steamy lip lock! I don't know about you, but this announcer's having some serious hot flashes!”

And I can't turn away. A familiar burning has started behind my eyes…a relentless feeling that's quickly working its way down to my gut. Betrayed again…by the most important thing I've ever known. At last the torturous embrace ends, and you begin to speak.

Every single word is like a dagger to my spirit. Things you've assured me were meant form my ears only are tumbling from your mouth; unchecked and with obvious conviction. Immortal. Demon. Love. Slave. Eternity.

“ Fox…how could you?” I murmur, unable to stay my obvious sadness. How could you have such little faith in our abilities! Why must you always be willing to sacrifice yourself. How could you put me through this! HOW COULD YOU!

“ Yes. I will do this.”

The moment this sultry pact is confirmed I run blindly towards the enemies at the opposite end of the field. The others follow me, fueled by the thought of losing my partner, and soon it is total anarchy.

In a spontaneous gesture of rage I tear off my bandages, becoming in six seconds flat the dragon I have tamed to my advantage. Through narrowed eyes of dark I lunge at the first thing I see, which just so happens to be the elder Togouro. Hn! The fool thinks he can dodge me! I barely taste his putridly elastic flesh before he disappears.

In my most powerful form I turn again, rounding on the rest with a graceful ease. Koenma is on top of Sakyo, pummeling the life out of him in a fit worthy of a god. Karasu has just exploded Bui's left leg, the force of it stunning him so that Kuwabara has the time to chop off his head.

Thump he is gone. Next the five of us turn on Togouro, who has already gone up to 100. The souls of the audience are forfeit as he powers up still more, infuriating my comrades further.

Six to one. Honorless. Cutthroat. Hn. At last in our grief we have joined the ranks of the damned. Kurama summons a set of torso thick vines that tie the beast's arms behind his back. Karasu jumps up and uses a mad bomb to explode the massive man's eyes, successfully blinding him. Kuwabara runs and manages to knock him over. Koenma cowers, pale as death. But it's not enough…he's getting away…

Using the last of my energy, I let out a shrieking roar and wrap myself around his writhing form, holding him in place with cold black flame.

That' when I hear it. Behind me, the Detective sprints, jumping over the massive body of Bui. We all feel his torrent of energy as he lets loose all his might.

“ THIS ONE'S FOR RUINING MY LIFE YOU BASTARD!” he yells, and then all are washed in a gigantic storm of electric blue light.

When I'm hit my dragon form dissipates, and I promptly fall to the earth, bloody and exhausted. The last thing am aware of is the considerable sting of my wounds, and the two tear gems beside me.

Gems shed for an agony I know is coming. Or going, I should say. Damn you, kistune. Damn…your…goodness…

TBC

AN: Well? Did you like? I know the kiss was draggy, but come on! It was epic! And besides, all three of them had very different takes on the subject. REVIEW. stares nervously at muse who starts to sharpen blade OR ELSE!