Shadow Lover

~All right…. So I am sick and twisted, but oh my god I had to write this. So since I am even bothering posting this up here I want NO complaints on the contents, or the fact of someone loving the fact that they were raped. I am warning you now; there is a LOT of rape content in this story. Don’t like it, don’t read it; however, if you do like it please review! Also I do not know how long this is going to be… I know it will be more than one chapter so this is the first one hehehehehe. Please let me know what you think!~

Disclaimers: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho or its characters… wish I did though. The series and movies would have been so much better if I did. In other words do not bother trying to sue, you won’t get anything. I am a poor college student.

Shadow Lover

Kurama sighed as he made his way into his dark appato, he always seemed exhausted these days, and yet he had been sleeping just fine. Maybe he was working too hard, what with all the missions these days, or could it be he missed being outdoors? It could be any number of reasons, but it was getting frustrating when he was lagging about these days and ready to collapse to sleep when he returned home.

The house was dark, no light poured in from anywhere, the curtains had been drawn when he left, and he had done this on purpose to keep from having to deal with the light upon his return. Kurama didn’t even bother turning on any lights as he made his way toward the stairs through the darkness. The Urameshi team meeting had gone much longer than he thought it would have, so by now all he wanted to do was go to bed. Thank god he had taken a shower before he left for the meeting, or he would have just collapsed under the fall of the spray of water. Moving into his bedroom he sighed and removed his shirt tossing it on a chair, without turning any lights on, and went about removing the rest of his clothing depositing it all on the chair until he was completely nude.

That was something else that had changed over the years since his moving out to be on his own. He slept naked now, the feel of his crimson satin sheets against his naked skin was amazing, and so comforting he had learned one night, while lost in masturbation, that he had from then on slept nude. Moving to his bed he climbed within the covers and sighed happily at the immediate relaxation he felt, sleep claiming him almost instantly.


A lone figure stood silent within Kurama’s bedroom watching him undress and slide into bed in exhaustion. He had fallen asleep rather quickly; too bad the poor fox wouldn’t sleep long, as he had many plans for him tonight. No more watching him sleep, no tonight the lone figure in that bed would become his victim, and he would lay a claim on the fox that no one else had managed to lay.

Even in the darkness he had been able to see the naked form of Kurama, his body so feminine and yet beneath those clothing entirely male. How he hungered to lick every inch of that naked body, plunge that gorgeous length into his mouth until it hardened with every slick glide of his tongue against it, run his fingers through that mane of soft red hair, watch those eyes widen in fear and undeniable ecstasy.

The figure watching Kurama sleep felt himself harden at the mere thought of what he was going to do. Soon… soon Kurama would be beneath him, moaning in pleasure, his fear surrounding him, his hungers rising though his mind screamed at the horrors being inflicted upon him. Yes… soon…


Kurama sighed in his sleep, his body in deep relaxation, his form wrapped about satin bringing forth a moan from lips even in sleep. He was dreaming, perhaps about his dream lover, someone he would never actually tell about his hidden feelings; after all he could just imagine his reaction to such an admission. A sigh broke past the fall of soft lips as he surrendered more to his sleep and dreams.

Suddenly though the feeling that he was not alone brought him awake slowly and with a slow groan he opened his eyes only to have them close again as if bidding him to sleep some more. A soft yawn broke his lips before he forced his gaze open again to look around while blinking. It was then he felt the weight shift. What the hell? He gasped, his heart beginning to race, and yet he couldn’t move for momentary fear had turned to pure terror. Someone was in his room with him.

“Shhhh…” the figure sitting astride Kurama whispered into the darkness sending the red head beneath him shaking in fear.

Kurama tried to move as if to shove the being off him or to swing and hit him and realized then he couldn’t move his arms. What the hell?! Kurama immediately panicked not liking the fact that he was literally tied to the bed, and with no hopes of getting free… he couldn’t reach his hair, and he couldn’t break the bonds.

“Pretty red head… grow still… you do not want to make me angry do you?”

Kurama shivered as the sudden feel of the sharp point of cold metal brushed against his naked form. Oh god! Kurama whimpered softly and drew still, and yet the blade brushing his skin did not and sent shivers racing up and down Kurama’s spine, and despite his willing his body not to respond he found himself arching slightly into the feel of the blade. Shit… figures his secret fantasy would kick in at one of the worse times. He was a pain brat… he couldn’t help it! But he always wanted it in a sexual manner, and with the way this intruder was rolling his hips against his was making it just like his fantasies.

“Who are you?”

Kurama instantly regretted asking as a slap met his cheek stunning him silent once more. He breathed heavily then moaned as the sudden press of the blade on his flesh cut into him and he felt his panic rising along with a sickening lust Kurama was fighting to push back.
“I do not remember giving you permission to speak red head.”

Kurama shivered at the coldness in those words, the overall strength behind them. He felt the figure move off of him and prayed he was going to leave him alone, but as he heard the rustle of clothing he knew that was not the case. He had tried to focus on the voice of the person but with him whispering he didn’t know who it was, and he didn’t feel anything of a power so he wasn’t sure if the person was hiding his strength or was simply human, but he did know the bonds that was attached to his wrists and ankles were not normal silk bonds, but were literally draining his ki to keep him from being able to use his energy to change and break the bonds, or use his powers to wield plants, so this person had to know of what he was.

Slowly the figure returned watching the red head while he breathed heavily, his eyes were wide with fear, oh yes, he knew what was coming. Smirking he straddles the other male’s form and lightly runs his fingertips over his cheek receiving a whimper of horror from the fox beneath him. Shaking his head he leaned down and brushed his lips almost lovingly against Kurama’s.

“Do not worry… I won’t hurt you… you’ll feel good soon… and forget all about your inhibitions concerning our night together, and just perhaps… you will find… you’ve enjoyed it.”

Kurama cringed as nausea rose to his throat, but kept himself still even as the male’s hands trailed down his chest lightly caressing him sending shivers dancing through his spine. Kurama turned his head away not wanting to feel these things; this man had come into his apartment, and was now about to rape him, the sheer thought of it made him ill all over again.

“Please don’t…”

“Shhh pretty red head…” The voice whispered into his ear sending another shiver dancing through him before lips descended down upon his neck, kissing lightly, running his tongue over his neck, nipping and sucking sending Kurama into shivers and biting his lip to keep himself from moaning aloud. His body was beginning to become aroused despite his thinking about how sick this was.

“Please don’t do that to me…”

“That or this pretty red head?” the voice whispered as his fingers skimmed over his length awakening a desire in the fox that he tried to fight tears welling into his emerald green depths.

The feel of him shivering beneath him, the feel of the red head submitting bodily to his ministrations was enough to make him feel like a god. Kissing down his body he ran his tongue over the male’s nipples listening to the gasp that fell from Kurama’s lips. So sweet. Taking a nipple into his mouth he sucked gently while nipping slightly, listening to the youko beginning to purr beneath him. Yes… that’s it my pet… purr for me…

Kurama’s head was spinning, everything this person was doing to him was so gentle, it felt so good, and yet he knew in his heart that he didn’t want this, he wanted to save himself for the person he loved, and thus this was rape, it was wrong! Wasn’t it? Kurama whimpered as he felt the male wrap his hand around him and stroke upwards tearing a moan from his lips causing him to raise his hips into the sensation he reaped upon his body.

“You like that pretty red head?”

“Y-Yes… no… please… stop… don’t do this to me…” Kurama’s words fell in a whispered plea for salvation.

“Poor red head… stop your pleas… come now… I can tell this feels good to you, open your eyes and watch red head… see the pleasure your body is going through…”

Kurama forced his eyes to stay closed, he didn’t want to see, and he didn’t need to see. He felt it… that was all that mattered. His cock was hard and throbbing, his head was spinning, and he could feel this heat spreading through his entire body beginning in the pit of his stomach and spreading through his entire body to focus in his loins.

“Perhaps I should show you more…” the voice of his rapist whispered even as Kurama opened his mouth to say no, but it was too late and Kurama smelled the scent of roses hit the air and suddenly the probing feeling of a single digit entering his body.

“Oh god…” The whisper fell from Kurama’s lips before he could stop it, his body arching into that digit wanting so much more, and yet his mind screamed in denial, even as his body welcomed the sensation.

“Mmmm… that’s it my pet… just feel…” the figure whispered fingering the youko slowly, drawing his finger in and out of him slowly, enjoying the moans that fell from his lips, slowly after a while he added a second digit and began all again, slow, gentle, motions feeling his body clenching around his digits. Watching his face he shifted his digits slightly allowing one to brush against his prostate.

“Oh God!” Kurama felt himself jerk against his bonds his body shaking in the pleasure that motion caused. He’d never felt anything like it, not in this lifetime! Kurama whimpered and pressed back up against the digits wanting to feel it again, and found himself obliged moaning in pleasure as he clung to his bonds wanting more.

“Please… god please…”

The figure slid his fingers out of the now shaking Youko and lowered his head taking his throbbing and leaking length into his mouth tasting him and tearing a scream of pleasure from Kurama’s lips. The sensation of what he was doing to this powerful demon sent pleasure racking through his body. As he continued his ministrations, flicking his tongue around the tip of him, running his tongue down the underside of his length, he felt Kurama shaking, heard his cries of pleasure and for more, and eventually felt him beginning to tense and drew back. No he didn’t want him to come, not yet anyway.

Kurama immediately began to protest when he stopped, but was silenced with a passion filled kiss and moaned unable to help it at the taste of his intruder. He was so confused, he wasn’t sure if this was rape anymore. He whimpered softly as the male drew back and tried to follow him only to realize he was still bonded.

“Soon red head… real soon my precious…” The figure whispered before the scent of roses hit the air again as he slicked himself, making sure he wouldn’t hurt the youko… that was not his intentions at all… oh no… not at all.

Kurama felt his tip press against him and closed his eyes in shame as he felt his hips rise to welcome the offer. He felt him moving into to him slowly, just until the tip moved past, only to feel him literally thrust hard into him tearing a cry from his lips from pain and he shut his eyes tight against the tears threatening to fall.

The figure froze, breathing raggedly as he felt the Youko tighten his walls around him. The entire feeling was unlike anything he had ever felt before, the sheer pleasure of it, the heat, the throbbing sensation of the Youko… god… he wanted to fuck him through the mattress, but he didn’t want him to feel pain. He wanted… no needed him to enjoy this.

Kurama’s breathing was ragged as he caught his breath feeling the pain lessening. He opened his eyes slowly noting that the male had stopped to let him grow used to the feeling. Eventually though a burning sensation began inside of him, a sensation that begged for something, anything, to abate the hunger he had built inside of him.

The male above Kurama groaned as he felt the Youko trying to move his hips, to draw him deeper in him, and began to move slowly inside of him, drawing out only to move back in at an equally slow pace. The Youko’s breathing quickened again and various soft whimpers, moans, and cries of pleasure fell from his lips.

“Faster… please… oh god…” The slow pace was enough to drive him insane, he needed so much more, and yet Kurama knew this was wrong, but it felt so good.

The male began to move faster rolling his hips into Kurama’s quicker and faster his hands moving into that red hair he longed to feel, the pleasure he got out of this was insane, and he couldn’t help but groan lowly, soft grunts falling from his lips.

“So good… please don’t stop… I’m so close…”

The sound of Kurama’s passion filled please was almost too much for him to handle, so sweet and full of desire. He knew he was enjoying this as much as he was. God he was so tight though, throbbing around his length as if his life depended on it. Shaking he sped up a little, moving his hand between their bodies to wrap around his length stroking him in time with his thrusts, as the Fox cried out his pleasure not caring who heard them, or who he was. It was as if he had lost himself in him despite this being a rape, and that to him was exhilarating.

“God pretty red head… you’re so tight…”

“Yes… yes… please…”

A shift of hips and a deep hard thrust sent Kurama’s head spinning as a scream was torn from his lips, his body immediately beginning to convulse.

“YES! Right there… please… there!”

The sound of his screams hitting his sensitive ears shook the figure above Kurama but he kept his thrusts there feeling him tightening again and again, and he knew he was close. Making his thrusts a little harder he pushed him over the edge hearing Kurama’s scream reach new heights as he fought his bonds his head shaking back and forth on the pillow, his inside clenching around him was enough to undo him and he growled loudly as he felt his release spilling his seed deep within Kurama holding him tight to him as both of them shook in the throes of pleasure.

Moments passed as the two caught their breath, and the figure slowly slid out of the red head listening to the low moan that fell from his lips at the sudden feeling of emptiness. The being then stood and removed the bonds before pulling the fox into his arms kissing him deeply. All Kurama could do was wrap his arms around him and hold him to him, not wanting him to go, but the thoughts of rape were entering his head again and he couldn’t stop the tears from falling from his eyes.

“Perhaps… I’ll see you again… pretty red head.” The figure whispered across his lips before turning and walking out of the bedroom disappearing out of the house leaving Kurama alone.

Kurama immediately stood and moved into his bathroom, winching at the pain he now felt, and yet it was nothing compared to what he felt inside. Turning on the shower he bathed himself, trying to keep himself from sobbing, but was unable to help the break down as he let the water wash the soap away as he slid down the wall of the shower breaking down into tears.

“I am so confused…” the words fell in a sob as he lowered his head to his knees and wept unable to decide if he should call the police, if he should call a friend, if he had been raped or not. He had enjoyed it, and part of him ached because the being had left him alone. Shaking as he wept it wasn’t until the water turned cold that he realized he needed to get out of the tub. Turning off the water he moves out of the tub and dressed into a pair of red silk pants and moves back into bed trying to sob himself to sleep.
He had lost his virginity in this human body; it wasn’t the one he loved who took him, and yet he had enjoyed every ounce of it when it should have been a rape, should have been horrible, he should be in a hospital, with cops waiting on results, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He didn’t even scrub himself insanely… he wanted to know he was marked by this person. Oh god… what was he saying?!

Sighing he turned over forcing the thoughts out of his head looking to the clock. 6am. He had to be up by twelve to go to the meeting of Team Urameshi tomorrow at Genkai’s temple… how would he be able to face his friends… how would he be able to face the Fire Koorime who held his heart knowing he was no longer pure? He had been raped… hadn’t he? But the male had been so gentle… so loving… he had enjoyed it…

“What is wrong with me? Was I raped or not?” Kurama whispered to the night before closing his eyes tight and forced himself to fall sleep a single tear falling from his eyes as he succumbed to darkness, and the dreams of the mysterious rapist who had laid a deeper claim on Kurama than he knew.

~There you have it First Chapter of Shadow Lover since you all were interested in it. Well… whether or not I actually finish this is up to you fans. So review if you like it and wanna find out who raped Kurama… and what actually sends him over the edge into a nervous breakdown. I actually have a lot of ideas for this story, and I hope you all liked the first chapter… so let me know what you think and please REVIEW~