Wet

Disclaimers- I do not own them. If I did Shonen-Jump would never be the same again.

In a name

Kurama’s red hair is dancing happily in the wind as the wild grasses giggle at his feet. He had debated on many things before coming here. What form should he assume? Whom should he inform of his whereabouts? He was quite happy with his final decision. To be human and MIA. The smells of the demon world tickles his human senses almost making him sneeze. He sighs contently as he lets his mind wander. It has been a long time.

The makia world is filled with many wondrous beings, demons and non the like.

“Wait here.” a silk voice commands

His nose turns up in the air as the unmistaken aroma of a human scrapes his sensitive olfactory. He strides off in that precise direction. To locate the owner, he spies a crimson haired boy day dreaming in the middle of a field. He scoffs at Kurama’s arrogance and swiftly moves in.

“Who are you?“ Kurama asks but it is a bit too late.

“I am a demon, who else would be walking around the demon world.” The intruder says coolly as his fingers curl menacingly around Kurama neck. The stranger leans down and slowly inhales Kurama‘s aroma. “Of course, you believe you are the exception to that rule.”

“Don’t let my physical appearances fool you. I am more then capable of handling myself.” Kurama states.

“Don‘t under estimate my knowledge solely on your ignorance.” He responds. “What you plan to use this on me.” He reaches into Kurama hair and pulls out a seed, “Or was it this one?” He asks pulling out another. “Or this, or this, or maybe even these.” He pulls each one out burning each seed between the tips of his claws.

Kurama gasped as his last seed is found and eradicated

“Now that is all taking care of let me get to the real reason I am here.” Kurama stands like stone. “I have been waiting for you to come to this side.” The taller demon presses up against Kurama making it quite evident of his wishes and how eager he was to fulfill those certain little desires.

“Who are you?” Kurama asks.

“Ah, little kitsune that is for you to figure out.” The golden-eyed demon whispers as his hand is slowly removed from Kurama’s neck and creeps back into the blood hue tresses. He then curls his fingers gripping them by their roots. “Now if you could be ever so kind and disrobe.”

“Never” Kurama say gritting his teeth.

“Hmm.” Is his calm and surly answer. He releases his grip. Kurama steps back. “Are you planning to run now little one?”

Kurama quickly squats down and rips a handful of grass from the ground then tossing it up he manifests the simply blades into a showering of small razor sharp daggers. In a blink the target steps back and with a quick flick of his wrist the ki-aided projectiles flutter to the earth, in their original harmless state. No matter all Kurama wanted was a distraction to make his escape. It was. He did, or at least so he thought.

“Too slow” he mocks gliding directly in front of Kurama like a phantom.

Kurama is unable to stop in time so he slides into the other demons embrace. “Now if you are done playing.” Stern eyes looking down the bridge of a slender nose

He handcuff grips Kurama wrist and dragging him quite some ways until they stop at an old tree. There is nothing but barren land surrounding this tree as an evil aura resonates from its twisted branches and lifeless trunk. A pungent mist rises from the ground as Kurama‘s body is slammed against the tree. The fumes over power the human and he slides ungracefully to the ground.

“You are so much like my younger brother so foolishly iron willed and so weak.”


He binds Kurama’s wrists with his sash letting his costume and two swords fall in the process. One end of the sash knots around Kurama wrist, then flows around the tree as the other end is securely around the other wrist. Kurama’s chest is facing the tree there is just enough slack in the bindings so that with some thought and maneuvering he could spin around, but escaping is out of the question. The acrid mist slowly clears as Kurama’s senses come back. He blinks and awakes to the feeling of the soft silken straps encasing both wrists and the contrasting roughness of the bark against his cheek.

“Finally awake.” A voice calls from behind him teasingly.

Kurama quickly get to his feet, well as quickly as any one could if they were bounded to a tree. His balance is not perfect since the effects of the mysterious mist weren’t quite gone yet. He slides his arms so that the sash moves against the tree enable him to turn his head around. The demon stood seven paces behind him with a indifferent smirk on his face and a long hard dripping organ pulsating unheedingly in this pale white long clawed fingers. His regal garb lie on the ground but his armor how ever was still in place along with a white billowing object that seemed to have a life of it own. He releases his fully engorged cock and retrieves his almost forgotten sword.

“Has the infamous Yoko Kurama remember my title?” He gets silence in return.

One step. Kurama pulls back as far as he can from the tree tugging at his silk shackles. Nothing.
Step two and step three. Kurama quickly drags the silk back and forth over the rough surface of the bark. Nothing. Fourth and fifth step, Kurama stands tall, reaches his arms up, bends his right elbow and tucks his head between the small gaps. Step six and step seven. Twisting his body around and twisting the binds he faces the advancing demons final three steps.

“Protecting your backside” he chuckles as he gracefully wields his sword. Air and the hiss of sharp edges are all Kurama fells as his clothes lie in ruins at his ankles.

Kurama shivers as the chilled wind tickles him in freshly exposed places. Surprisingly, or not, he is quite aroused from the whole predicament. Regardless of what his one-track minded cock might be thinking his brain is fairly dead set on get out of this situation with his morning virginity still in tact. Soft hands lick his exposed flesh, humping each fold and crevice erotically. The tree bound red head bears his teeth and attempts to growl at the contact, what passes through his curled lips in nothing more than a whimpering plea. Inquisitive claws scrape harshly over hardening nipples turning rosy nubs into blood red peaks. Non-calloused palms slide down his chest grazing temptingly over his maleness stretching the skin of the head slightly as it travels under. Long finger and extended claws caress and fondle soft sacs as they inch closer and closer to his tightly closed entrance.

The tall male presses his body against the captured fox, finger still trying to penetrate the strong ring of Kurama anus. His silver hair falls like waterfalls over his own back and shoulders. His lips inch closer to Kurama’s shoulder his word dance upon his skin as the words sing hauntingly in his ear, “I shall fuck you.”

Kurama shivers at the enviable. He was going to be fucked, the massive dripping cock dancing lazily around his navel was more then enough to help him realize that little fact. Kurama wills himself to do one of two things. Not scream in pain and not enjoy it. The heated sensation he was feeling deep inside was maker the latter of the two choices seemingly more difficult. A single clawed digit slips inside. The internal battle of the humanized Yoko begins. Lust boils deep with in his fondled sacs as his mind hold stead fast to the reasoning this situation is a far cry from being just. His ass pushes back for a moment on the intruding finger as his mind relapses for a second. Kurama quickly regains his composer as he wills his hips not to move. His presently untouched cock is on a whole different page with a whole different set of rules. It is screaming touch me. Suck me. The skilled yet completely void of emotions yokia seeming hears the wanton cries of an disobedient cock and begins to stroke it with out mercy to Kurama fading will power.

“Stop” Kurama whimpers as he is being milked into submission.

“No.” ice answers removing the warming and persuasive hand from the low moaning fox’s organ and repositions it onto his weakening ankle, which now barely support his quivering legs. The silver haired demon yanks the captured ankle up over his shoulder pinning it in place between the spiked armor and delightful fluffy garb clinging to his body. With this quick and skilled movement two things transpired. Kurama loss of contact with terra-frima and he is now in the perfect alignment for one massive fucking. Gravity and well-slicked parts aid the tip of intruder in. Kurama places his other foot on the hip on the unmoving stranger in hopes that he could lift him self off of the slow penetration. Luck is not on the Kitsune’s side. Kurama’s changed angle of his hips and the greater arch in his back only aids in a complete sheathing.

“Argghh“ Kurama cries out in pain as he is uneventfully split his own self in half.

Gravity and pre-cum have most defiantly proven to be against him in his plight for maintained morning chastity. Despite the hitch in the pure bloods breath, Kurama learns this is not the manner in which he was going to be ridden. Kurama is lifted off and replaced on the ground. He is then spun around to face the tree. A complete disregard is giving to his shoulder joints and arms as they angle, pop and shift into a more comfortable position. The sash is mysteriously caught on a knot higher up on the tree so Kurama’s face and upper chest are plastered to the bark. His lower half is protruding out a bit because certain rebellious body part prevents flush contact with something as rough as thousand-year-old dead tree bark.

“Have you remembered my name.”

“Perhaps, but if I tell you what shall happen to me once I do?” a stalling kitsune inquires. Looking over his shoulder up at the looming demon.

“Your death shall be postponed until another day.” He says stepping back into position

Kurama feels the still hard member wiggle its way back into his hole he decide to lower his body to prevent the second penetration but is met with cold steel across his lower stomach, a quote unquote unwanted fucking is far better than a gutting. He quick raises up on his toes and begrudging welcomes the persistent organ. His body shakes as it slides in brushing perfectly past his prostate.

“Aw fuck” hey both groan in unison. One forgetting his was playing the role of the aloof attacker proving a point to a imbecile half breed and the other momentarily forgetting he was not suppose to enjoy his personal mid day Makia raping.


A mixture of hair and something softer than down and three times as comforting brushed softly against his back, hips, thighs and buttocks, whilst the ring encircling his anus is being stretch at unmanageable rate. The smooth walls deep inside of him are in the process of being demolished. As the smooth lump buried deep inside is consequently being used for penis target practice. Kurama digs and bites into the tree to prevent his mouth from responding, yet another time, the same way his traitorous body is doing. Kurama’s own untouched cock shakes and dribbles as his whole body lifts off the ground with each rolling penetration. Each thrust is surprising deeper and bit more mesmerizing than the one before. Whatever will power one once had it is now gone. Whatever cool and reasoning attitude Kurama had it is gone.


“What is my name?” The yokia demands as he drives in to the red head. Knowing full well he is not in the mental capacity to answer any question right now. It is doubtful he knew his own name. But who ever said this Yokia played fair.

“I don’t know” Kurama whimpered. He feels the old steel leave the vicinity of his midriff and travel up to his slender neck.

“Then you die.” With those words the sword wielding blue-blooded yokia silently comes inside of the panting and now panicking kitsune. Whose body shakes with his own climax being reached despite of the grave situation.


The blade hitches and the coldness slices through the warm flesh with smoothness. Kurama pulls on his binds gripping his throat helplessly. The blood spurts and seeps though his shaking fingers. He tries to scream but all that comes out is a gurgle. He drops to the ground, emerald eyes full of disbelief. Kurama struggles with his last breath before his eyes lose focus and he falls into darkness.

“Oh where have you been my Lord?”

“Educating half-breeds”

Kurama’s green eye pop open as his chest heaves as it drags in air once again. The tale signs of sex are poured all around him dripping over his body. His naked form is sprawled on the forest floor. His hair is untamed and scribed across his chest in his own blood-seamen concoction is ‘Sesshoumaru’

A/N` I read somewhere that Sesshoumaru name means perfect killer.
~raises hand shouting~ slay me first, slay me first