Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ The Sacrifice ❯ Cracking ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer: I thought I already made it clear. These characters are mine. MINE.

 

Chapter Six- Cracking

 

***Karasu's***POV****

 

It is raining outside this crumbling fortress I've come to tolerate. As I gaze wistfully out my fractured glass window I am reminded of that ancient Japanese metaphor. Are not the clouds making love to the earth, when sweet, life-giving water falls from the sky?

Perfect sadness.

And perfect ecstasy. Rain is almost as beautiful as the blossoms it sires. In speaking of blossoms…

 

“ Inari…Inari just kill me. Oh gods, no more. I want no more of this! Ah…eckgrgh…”

 

I turn around in this, my bedchamber, and watch my love labor in the somber moonlight. He is tied to the posts in thee most compromising position, the thin white shift I put him in torn beautifully and stained in blood. He cannot move an inch, because that is how I like him. Indeed, when I kill him, at last perfect submission will be achieved. For weeks his celestial corpse will be mine to have and twist as I see fit in any number of dances…showing how much I pine…how much I care…

I have had him every night, all night, for the last three weeks now. If I were a human, I might break for sleep, but Kurama is like the ocean. Vast; mysterious…and full of the most delightful echoes and shrieks.

Ah, but he quivers…and far too much blood seeps onto my mattress. Kiso. This happened four nights ago. Damn the delicacy of his human form. It limits the sublime damage I can do.

 

“ Casa, you may approach.” I drawl to the shadowy corner.

 

My F-class servant and personal healer, (who even in the most intimate of moments never leaves my side) comes forward and bows. I notice that she has been crying. No doubt for the broken one on the bed. In fact I am certain all my servants feel for the Rose that is Kurama. I feed off their resent…their sympathy, like an afterglow.

 

“ Y-yes Master?”

 

Absently I push a strand of her black hair behind her ears to better see her mint-colored eyes. She really is quite pretty. Lucky for her not pretty enough…or smart…

 

“ Go to the kitsune. Ascertain what is wrong with him.”

 

Without a word she obeys. Kurama flinches and wracks with a vicious convulsion as she places her hands on his caving abdomen. After a moment she looks at me, her gaze full of fear and hatred.

 

“ He is hemorrhaging. This servant believes…that…that if you keep up your cruel treatment he will surely die!”

 

My eyes harden and I slap her, the force causing my fingernails to leave four deep red scratches across her pallid cheek.

 

“ Do not presume to define my treatment.” I warn. “ For this isn't cruelty. This is art! Isn't that right, Darling?”

 

“ Shiori…I'm going to miss her wedding…my mother…will be happy…without her dog son…numb…why can't I go numb? Hmm…Hmm! Mother! KASSAN WHERE ARE YOU? I CAN'T SEE YOU!!!! WHY AREN'T YOU IN…THE FOG? You left… with Hiei...and the fireflies. All gone…forever.”

 

Casa, to my great surprise, glares at me.

 

“ Also, he seems to be suffering from delusions! He…he could be insane. That, and those DAMNED wards you k-keep pumping into him are playing havoc with his ki! Karasu, I-it doesn't take a strong apparition to recognize a weakened one. He…I-is miserable.”

 

BOOM

 

My muddy bomb explodes her left foot without the slightest warning, wrenching a yell from her that could shatter crystal. When she subsides into quite weeping, I grin.

 

“ Thaaats a girl. Never forget who owns that flesh, or the flesh of he who has you so concerned. Now be a good little maggot and heal his injuries.”

 

Her courage, predictably, ends there, and she silently begins leaking energy into my beloved. When he has stopped bleeding, I send her hobbling away, then sit beside Kurama and tenderly brush away his bangs.

 

“ Shhh, koi. Be still. That brat was lying. You aren't insane, am I right? Far from it. You are probably hungry.”

 

He still hasn't eaten. Anything but my cock, that is. His refusal to aquiest is just so appetizing that I haven't really encouraged the consumption of anything else.

But the lack of nourishment is starting to affect his appearance, and his health.

 

“ Would you like something to eat, Kurama? “ I ask sweetly, calmly undoing his ropes so that he is free to sit up.

 

He doesn't. Merely lies there, limp, his arms flopped listlessly to his sides.

 

“ I can't do it again…” he whimpers. “ I won't. My throat…is so sore. Damn you to hell, Karasu. Damn you…but…first, give me some food!”

 

I laugh. For the first time in a while I truly laugh for joy! He is mine! I have him! He can no longer refuse me! Not even in the matter of his meals. Ah, Itooshi, we're getting there. It won't be long now.

 

“ Of course.”

 

In the space of five minutes he has consumed the herring, plum, poultry, bread, and wine I had brought to him, cursing me with every bite. I can barely conceal my glee as he gobbles, because just as I am fond of the Eastern fables, the Western ones intrigue me as well.

 

“ Drink of the wine in the Devil's place.” I murmur, “ for no restraints exist for the souls who revel in sin.”

 

Even as I recite this archaic human passage, he drops the goblet and moans in a way that has nothing to do with pain. I observe his drawn face as it flushes, and the smooth line of his scarred chest as he begins to pant.

At last, the final stage before demise. Kitsune…you will see now that I have taken all your will. Including your loyalty.

 

*****Kurama's***POV******

 

I want to stop the F-class as she rambles on in maudlin concern for me. I want to explain that I am n done for, and that eternal sleep is welcome. But, as I expected, that bitch has to heal me again, and now I am subject to two base desires that further hinder my dignity.

Pain I can with. It is the hunger that has me slipping in and out of a dream state. I hate that I am eating. I hate myself and my frailty and the sight of the caked mess on the sheets. But Inari…this food is like an elixir! Why does it taste so good…?

I vaguely remember a time when nourishment…family…romance…were commonplace in my life. Years ago maybe. Between the sixth rape and the seventh. Hazy images…what am I fighting for?

It is the scars that remind me. All this time those teeth scars have burned, or throbbed, or something…who made them again? Why can't I remember? Melting away…It doesn't matter. His name escapes me, but his face is clear. He is what I restrain myself for. Him and a woman…who will soon, for some reason, wear a white dress among the Sakura trees.

With this resolve I drain my wine, and tense as a thick wave of desire shoots through me like an arrow. My captor murmurs something, and I drop the glass to the dank stone as with a daunting urgency all the remaining blood in my veins travels between my legs.

Gods…it is too much!

 

“ W-what…have you…?” I ask, fighting a war with my very physiology to control this scorching need for release. I can't look at him. He's much too…attractive.

 

“ Why, Kurama.” He purrs, his voice making my hand twitch as it longs to grasp my dripping member. “ You of all people should be familiar with an aphrodisiac. I have found they are quite useful when my rather unwilling lovers have a problem with being on top.”

 

Dear Lord. My face pales as I realize his meaning. NO!

 

“ Despicable parasite!” I roar, making the grave mistake of staring into indigo eyes. “ Is it not enough that I let you do as you with?!! You mean to make me…”

 

“ Yesss. You will take me, Kurama. And you will like it. You will betray all that once was by your own will, and will love every minute of it.”

 

My mind drinks in the contours of his countenance and the firmness of his well-muscled abdomen. Gods…don't move closer…I can't do this…I can't allow myself to, I am stronger than this!

 

“ I won't.”

 

His hands thread through my hair. He straddles me lightly, lips caressing my ear. I am aware of only one thing, and that is the sensation ripping through me as my penis rubs against his thigh.

 

“ Really? You don't sound too sure. Come now, Kurama. I have had my fun. Time for you to let yourself have yours. Do you recall the battle ring? The kiss you dealt me? We both know it wasn't just a martyr's kiss. What's hurting you, Kurama, killing you, is knowing that deep inside as I ravage you, you want me. And now I want you, kitsune. Just as the jaganshi, the chimera, all the others wanted you. Can you stand it, Kurama? Can you stand your need?”

 

I raise my hands to cover my ears, to block out this poison, but for some reason they only make it as far as his neck. I moan-growl as I pull him towards me, trying to increase the friction…

 

“ Stop it. STOP IT!”

 

“ But Kurama. I'm not doing anything!”

 

“ Shut up…Just, be quiet…”

 

He can't talk anymore. I have to keep him from speaking, from smirking...In a panic I push my mouth to his dark, swollen lips, clamping them together as I run my fingers through ashen tresses.

There. Now he can't utter a single word. My tongue chokes him…keeps him from corrupting me with venom…and just to make sure I can't hear his hissing laughter, I let out a loud moan.

My cock is starving. But I won't use it on him. I must stay strong. Karasu seems to want to keep me silent too because he returns my kisses fervently…wait…not kisses…we're kissing…I'm kissing him. I can't do that! …Not sitting up. I have to lie down. On top of him is fine.

Now, what to do about my lust? I try to reach my hand down…to coax myself into coming or softness…anything but the tension…

Except I can't get to it. It is smashed in between our bodies. Indeed, we are crushed together. When did that happen? Two weights hinder my shoulders. I'm not sure what they are…all I see are mocking indigo orbs as they roll back slowly. Like an animal I bite his chin and bottom lip, determined to keep him from convincing me to fuck him…I won't.

Ugh…my member has just found a resting-place…perhaps my hand has reached it after all! Lost in pleasure, and sure that I'll not be hearing from Karasu anytime soon, I begin to pump.

Hmmmm….yes. That feels good. Fluidly I move, imagining colors and sunrises and foliage, anything to escape the sordid crow and his impossible wishes of me. The weights on my shoulders clench and unclench, pushing me further into my own fist…my captor is probably watching, but that's fine. He's not speaking, and I'm not fucking him, so everything is fine.

Harder…more…yes. Yes! YES!

 

I open my eyes as I lose all sense, all seed, and reasoning. But I don't lift my lids because of the orgasm.

I see again, because I heard a laugh. Karasu's laugh.

Karasu's under me.

I am inside of him.

His legs hook around my back.

And he is sniggering.

 

“ NOOOO!”

 

I sob that one, despairing word as the last of my spent passion makes its way out of me; the confirmation of my perversion. Inari! What have I done!!!?

 

AN: Wow. I just read that over. Pweeese don't report me! Flame me if you want, but I have absolutely no regrets! That was hot and you all know it. I'm just not sure the site managers share my opinion. I figured I owed y'all something intense after those two strait chapters of Hiei and Yusuke wallowing in self-pity. Review please! Kahn hasn't gotten to shoot anyone since Togashi, and he didn't even squeal like a girl like he thought he would!