Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Unbalanced Pendulum ❯ Numb ( Chapter 14 )

A/N: I know this is seen in manga and anime often enough, but how many men in real life do you ever see slap each other? Very few, that's why I really don't like using the weak bitch slap and opted to use “slash” in chapter 13. It just seemed more realistic and more appropriate for two very deadly demons.

 

WARNING: This chapter contains graphic material not suited for young'ins. I'm talking about homosexual, NC-17 content of the brutal kind. THIS IS NOT A FLUFF CHAPTER. Readers of ff.net will be “spared.” The complete chapter can be found at my accounts on AFF.net or MM.org.

 

 

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Unbalanced Pendulum

Chapter 14: Numb

 

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Watching me

Wanting me

I can feel you pull me down

Saving me

Raping me

Watching me

 

~ Lyrics from “Haunted” by Evanescence

 

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Kurama's POV

 

Nearly four hours had passed by the time I descended from my tree. The sun had begun its slow descent an hour ago. Now only a few stubborn streaks of dark pink and purple remained reaching out from the horizon. The brilliant evening moon was traipsing its shallow trail along the horizon not 30 degrees above it at its highest. It did resemble that of the human world, I supposed. Shades of blue-ish white light shone about it, covering the world beneath it in an eerie blue blanket similar in effect to night vision. Its light was about a fourth of that of the daytime sun. I brushed my bangs back from my eyes thinking that, at this latitude, it would only be visible for another couple of hours before quickly tucking itself safely back, under the horizon and away from our prying eyes. Then the numerous stars of the outer worlds would be the only natural light left to us. I had wanted to give Hiei his space. He had vanished right before my eyes after attacking me and I had yet to see him since. The events of this evening had shaken us both, though there was no doubt as to whom had been most effected. I almost felt sorry for him. Kuronue's still body suddenly flashed before my mind's eye. Almost.

 

I stepped, toe first, onto the ground, willing the twigs beneath me to hold their form under my weight and the leaves to crumble into silent dust. I gazed around before lowering myself completely. The air smelled faintly of smoke. Following my nose lead me to a massive dead tree trunk whose circumference neared one hundred feet. There was not another tree within twenty feet of it, forming a clearing of sorts with this at its center. I walked around its base until I reached the raw hole that served as the door into the hollow cave inside. I paused at this point. The wood was pale and flaked off like strips of fused ash when touched. Hiei was inside maintaining a small, woodless fire with careless flicks of his power, his thoughts apparently being elsewhere. I refused to move first or make any sound to indicate my wish for him to invite me inside or even acknowledge my presence. From my half exposed position, I could only partially see him deep within the wooden cavern. I saw him look up at me with no bewilderment in his eyes. They were blank. Now I was nervous.

 

I stepped forward into the tree, watching him watch him. He gave no indication that I could not enter, but continued to stare too calmly at my body. His eyes obviously raked across my figure then landed on my eyes. I quickly looked down at the fire and then back up to his face. He again gave no sign that I could not, so I slowly sat across from him, the fire between us. I wasn't cold but the heat warmed my joints and muscles slightly sore from remaining still for so many hours. Then he spoke to me in such a steady voice that I did not at first recognize his words.

 

“Are you ready Kurama?” he said. I stared at him hard, confused, angry, and suddenly fearful. “Then run,” he picked up his katana from where it had been resting at his left side and partially unsheathed it, blade facing me, dangerously close to my face. “I catch you, I kill you.”

 

I jumped back, landing in a low crouch, just in time to avoid being sliced in half as he completely unsheathed his sword in an almost too-fast-to-be-seen cut. I didn't think, just ran. I was too confused to be scared but too scared to think. Speed was entirely on his side and my only hope of survival was cleverness. I threw everything I could in my wake to halt his progress, silently screaming to all of the plants of the forest to stop him. But I was too unfocused to manage anything incredibly effective and Hiei was burning a raw black path through the forest. There was also that nagging voice in the back of my mind chanting my promise in my ears like a sick mantra: I could not harm him and I could not abandon him. What the hell was he thinking? The most I could do was hinder his progress, which I was doing badly.

 

None of the fire was reaching me, dying suddenly as an attack dog that has reached the end of its chain. I also noticed that never was Hiei exerting his full speed. Quickness was not something I lacked, but mine paled ridiculously in comparison to his true speed - something that I had likely not yet seen. He was playing with me, waiting for me to tire before…before what? Lording over me with his power and demonstrating my helplessness, perhaps he wanted to make sure I knew where I stood in relation to him. Was this a game? It was! He was playing cat and mouse with me. The thought made me angry, a burning anger that caught in my throat and tingled violently in my fingertips.

 

Jumping up and using the branch I'd grabbed to swing myself high into a sturdy tree, I turned to glare at the young demon his wave of fire before him. He didn't hesitate to extract his punishment on my rebellion against his rules. Staring straight at me, he sent a plume of fire to engulf each of the surrounding trees. Smoke was making my eyes water painfully and my ears were laid flat back against my head to try and muffle the horrifying sounds of popping and crackling wood all around me. Sweat beaded on my skin. Each plant disappearing from my mind was louder than any scream.

 

I dropped to the charred ground at Hiei's feet, near to weeping in frustration and dread. “Stop it,” I begged. “Please…stop it!” I spat my words into the ground, unable to face him. Then, for the second time that day, he struck me. The fire stopped immediately. He grabbed my hair and wrenched my head back so hard I gasped audibly. His katana was at my throat, steady and unmoving as he studied my features. “So…how does this game end?” I asked. My mouth was dry and my voice breathless. I was breathing hard.

 

Hiei laughed bitterly, “This game will never end.” He dropped his sword. I felt it bite shallowly into my thighs before clattering mutedly to the ground…

 

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Hiei's POV

 

“This game will never end.” No, life never ever stops toying with anyone, but I refuse to be played with by anything else!

 

I sharply yanked his head even farther back, forcing him to open his mouth, and kissed him hard. My tongue forced into his mouth with vicious pleasure. I crushed and bruised his lips, once biting hard enough to draw blood. I pulled back slightly and sucked at his damaged lip to convince the blood to flow then lapped hungrily at the red stream it produced. Taking his blood into my body, claiming what was mine, what should be mine, and conquering what I would over come.

 

You think you will change me! You think you can control me - hah, no one will ever. For that I will destroy you.

 

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Kurama's POV

 

…and I let him take me with a brutal passion. I wilted beneath his fury and his fire, willing him to do everything to me. Bruises appeared upon my skin beneath his fingers and my blood flowed in wisps over us both, into him. I wanted everything he could do to me. Hurt me, punish me, take me, want me, break me. Give me everything I deserve. All the wickedness I have done, all of the people I have betrayed…will betray…. Do your worst Hiei. You are my redemption, my atonement. Because, in the end, it won't matter, I thought hysterically. In the end I will break your fragile, newborn heart and everything you do to me now will only be a drop of water in the ocean that is my purgatory.

 

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Hiei's POV

 

Shreds of white fabric, tufts of nearly transparent hair, and flecks of red blood were scattered all around both of us. I nearly tore the tunic off him to expose his beautiful neck and shoulder. Taking his flesh full into my mouth, I bit down on his lower neck and ground my teeth into his skin and muscle. Hot blood was flowing into my mouth, over my lips, and down my chin. I made sure to leave a permanent mark worthy of my power, something he would not forget. I was about to pull away, an artist must always critique their own work, when lean arms surrounded me and held me in place with remarkable strength. Kurama was pressing me close with sexual desperation, wanting more of my ferocity. His breathing was ragged and his eyelids fluttering between three-quarters and closed. You desire this pain, I thought. You enjoy being destroyed. This was going to be fun.

 

The wound I inflicted was terrible and I lightly brushed it with the tip of my tongue to test. I heard him hiss in pain, the muscles of his neck flexing. Even the raw, exposed muscle twitched in reaction. I saw it, no longer covered by skin, and felt it spasm against my tongue. It excited me.

 

I toyed with the wound, touching, prodding, scraping, and licking at it with fascination. Each time his arms would flex, pulling me even tighter against his chest. One of his hands dropped to grab my ass and grind our hips together. Kneeling he was my height standing. I abandoned his neck and slid a leg between his, rolling my hips to generate an amazing friction. Every few strokes I would jerk hard into his crotch, leaving him shaky. My nails dug into his back, leaving long scratches along his spine and deep bruises at his shoulder blades.

 

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Kurama's POV

 

Hiei pulled abruptly away from me. I collapsed onto my hands without the added support. With his foot, Hiei pushed me over fully onto my side and nudged me onto my back none too gently. I was quivering, in no small amount of pain, and fully at his mercy. Standing above me, Hiei shamelessly undressed with deliberate movements. The clothing was tossed aside in some out-of-sight pile. Mine was hopelessly ragged. I might as well have not been wearing any. His expression was predatory as he descended upon me, made all the more so by my blood caked on his lips and staining his gums and teeth.

 

He placed one arm on either side of me like a well-muscled sphinx. “To whom do you bow?” he cooed menacingly. I stared up into his face, smelling me on his breath, unable to speak. Faster than thought, he reached an arm down and pumped my cock then returned to his sphinx position. Bright spots of light flashed across my vision in pleasure before I'd even known he'd moved. Again he asked, “Who is your master?” I mouthed my answer but my throat did not utter a sound. “Who?”

 

“Y…you,” I whispered.

 

“Who?” He touched me again with his unmatchable speed. I gasped in surprise and moaned that he did not continue.

 

“H…Hiei!”

 

“Say it! Say what I am!” He reached down and began stroking my length with a maddeningly firm grip.

 

“Hiei…my master…my master. You control me…have all of me…only you!” I yelled a stream of words, everything that came to my mind. “Take me…oh gods…Hiei, my master…only…never before…always!” I no longer knew what I said. His hands were brutal. My blood was boiling under his hot and cruel caresses. Was I breathing?

 

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Hiei's POV

 

Hearing the fox shouting senselessly in submission to me was more arousing than anything I can ever remember before that. I stopped my ministrations immediately and crawled further up his body, shoving my cock in his face. “Suck it,” I commanded. He rose up unsteadily onto his elbows to better position himself and then took my dick deep into his mouth. I groaned low in my throat. I hadn't expected him to immediately deep throat. His tongue tickled and stroked at the underside of my cock, tracing the vein that ran that path. I pulled back quickly with a frustrated growl. I couldn't cum yet. That damn bastard was too good. Kurama looked startled, his bright golden eyes wide and his mouth still open, wet with his own saliva. “On your stomach,” I growled, but I was too ready, too eager to wait and I flipped him over myself, propping his ass high up in the air.

 

A thin slip of fabric was still covering his milk-colored butt cheeks. I tore it off and threw it aside. I stuck my fingers briefly inside my mouth to wet them and then inserted two fingers into his, what I was sure were well stretched, ring of muscles hidden between his cheeks.

 

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Kurama's POV

 

I was reduced to gasping and whimpering under his touch. The immediate intrusion of two fingers caught me off guard. It was painful, but nothing compared to what he'd done to me thus far. Rising onto my elbows, I pushed back against his hand trying to force those fingers deeper into me. I writhed in displeasure when he pulled out after so short a time. I was still expecting fingers when a much larger object pushed its way forcibly in. It was still damp with my spit, but that was hardly enough and it was painful. Hiei's cock tore at my insides with an agonizing amount of friction. He was no more merciful now than he had been with me yet and each thrust was powerful and maliciously deep. My shoulders couldn't take the strain and gave way beneath me so that my chest was left to support me.

 

Then he hit the knot of muscles hidden deep within me, and all thought of pain and discomfort fled my mind. I was crying out his name and many other things in my ecstasy. Over and over again he struck deep into me until I thought I would die from the intensity amassing within me. I was burning and shivering and deliciously scared. I came violently, choking on any sound that I would have made. Each breath was ragged and difficult. My body was singing with post sex, yet I felt numb inside.

 

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Hiei's POV

 

The tightening and clenching of every one of Kurama's muscles squeezed my buried cock. And with that pressure I came, releasing my seed into Kurama's body and collapsing upon his back. I didn't pull out immediately. I enjoyed the feeling of being in him and feeling my seed slick between his skin and mine, but I was exhausted. After rolling my hips against his a few more times for extra pleasure, I pulled away from him and fell to the side. I gave his salty skin a final kiss and a quick lap with my tongue, liking the way his salt tasted in my mouth, before descending heavily into a dark and complete unconsciousness.

 

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Kurama's POV

 

From on my stomach I rolled onto my left side and watched my small master sleep. His mouth was slightly open and his arms were strewn about like the rest of him - in an untidy sprawl. It was almost cute to see this young looking demon in a deep and peaceful slumber with my dry blood caked upon his lips and chin and underneath his nails. He looked so much like an innocent, sleeping devil - a devil child that had happily gorged himself to sleep on his first bloody meal.

 

I didn't want to see him when he awoke, so I turned over onto my right side and pretended to sleep. Tired and sore beyond remembrance, I laid there unable to even close my eyes, focusing on my right arm extended out before me.

 

In my mind grew a morbid satisfaction. Each sting, each ache sewed another stitch in my ratted morality. However, one stitch hardly mattered when entire lines were unraveling faster than I could find their fraying threads.