Kindred Spirits

Warnings: Yaoi, Sadism—not really masochism since it’s not enjoyed; Torture, Bondage, Language, Oral, Anal, NC (?), BP (?), etc…all the warnings of the first chapter.

This is another long chapter…Marik is very, very sadistic in this chapter and cruel, plus he’s seme. I don’t think many Karasu fans will enjoy this chapter—let’s just say, there’s threatened castration. Of course I’m a Karasu fan and enjoyed this chapter, so…guess there might be a chance other fans will too.

Kindred Spirits

Chapter Two:

Karasu awoke to darkness, an utter blackness that engulfed everything, and an odd discomfort around his neck and arms. Growling he sat up, narrowing his eyes when he felt something hold his arms back, stopping them from moving far from where they started. He pulled with his arms, trying to break whatever held him, when he heard the familiar rattle of chains and a laugh from the darkness.

“Trying to escape, pet? Tsk, tsk, looks like you have to be punished.”

“So you took advantage of me being unconscious to chain me. Sneaky. Underhanded. Something only a weak person would do.”

That moment Karasu felt something tighten around his neck, and the sharpness of nails raking across his back.

“Watch what you say, pet, you don’t want me angry—not here.”

“I think it’s you who doesn’t want to see me angry, Rik-chan.” Suddenly Karasu felt himself pushed to his back, and then the sharp pain of Marik squeezing his cock.

“You be good, or I’ll make you a eunuch.” Marik’s voice growled into his ear, the Egyptian’s hand loosening his grip on the demon’s cock, stroking it teasingly. Getting no protest from the demon, Marik brought his lips to Karasu’s, nipping impatiently on Karasu’s lip when the demon refused to allow his tongue entrance.

Before he could growl and force his tongue into the demon’s mouth, Marik sensed an aura behind him. Ending the kiss he scoffed.

“You think you can get me with your bombs again, Kara-chan?” The blond Egyptian chuckled, trailing his fingers over the demon’s pale chest, ending at the left nipple. He smirked when he heard the bombs explode far in the darkness. “Not here, this is my turf, my rules.”

He brought his mouth to the bare nipple, sliding his tongue torturously slow over the nub, his hand stroking the demon’s hardening shaft. No sound escaped Karasu’s lips, but it wasn’t needed—his body betrayed him, giving in to the pleasurable touches the Egyptian assaulted him with.

Karasu felt the blood pump through him with each touch of the Egyptian’s, his cock stiffening with each stroke, his nipples hardening from each lick. He couldn’t help falling into pleasure—he was a demon bent on fulfilling his lust, living like a hedonist each day.

Biting his lips with pleasure, Karasu bucked his hips, wanting Marik to do more to fulfill his need, not caring that he was chained up—he still felt like master in this charade.

“Not yet, Kara-chan.” Marik purred, removing his hand from the demon’s cock, and bringing his lips back to Karasu’s. “You were naughty trying to escape, you need to be punished.” Using his hand to open Karasu’s mouth, Marik delved around inside with his tongue, his own cock hardening.

Coercing the demon’s tongue into play with his own, chuckling briefly when he felt the demon give in some more to pleasure, Marik picked up something laying next to Karasu. Grabbing a fistful of the demon’s black hair, the Egyptian jerked Karasu’s head back, leaving his neck bare for Marik’s eyes save for the collar the Egyptian had attached there when he attached the shackles to the demon’s arms.

The collar was a simple one, looking easily breakable, but it was fed by Marik’s shadow energy—an energy abounding around them, pervading every empty space.

Marik brought the thing he picked up to Karasu’s neck—a knife—and smirked when the demon flinched at the cold touch of its blade against his neck.

“Should I cut here, and just have my way with your corpse? Or should I let you suffer through what I plan on doing to your body?”

“I’m gonna kill you, Rik-chan.” Karasu seethed, struggling against the chains holding him down. “I’m gonna kill you the moment I’m free.”

For a second Marik stared at the demon, face frozen with anger, then the next moment he laughed. A maniacal, chilling laugh that had Karasu growling in frustration.

“What’s so funny?”

“You fool, you can’t kill me here. You can’t kill me at all. I’m merely a personality banished to the shadows; my form is made by the shadows—and can be easily repaired by them. I can’t die.” Marik leaned down close to the demon’s ear, tracing it with his wet tongue, grinning at the shiver of pleasure coursing through Karasu’s body at the touch.

“I’ll make you wish you could die.” Karasu seethed, and tried a second time to send his bombs at Marik. Once again the bombs exploded before they could reach the Egyptian.

“I told you, this is my turf, my rules. You’re at my complete mercy.” The blond Egyptian moved the knife to the demon’s chest, scratching the pale skin lightly with the blade. “Not that I have any.” Here Marik sliced with the knife, marking the demon’s chest with a superficial cut that bled profusely, the red fluid dripping down the pale flesh.

Smelling the blood, Karasu tensed and growled, forming his bombs once again, only this time he aimed them at the shackles holding his arms hostage.

“You’re being bad, pet. I really have to punish you.” Marik purred once more as the bombs again missed their target. Sensing more bombs centering in on him, he rolled his eyes. “Don’t you ever give up? Or are you an idiot? The shadows guard me, and this whole place is shadow. You can’t hurt me here.”

“I’ll fuckin kill you.” Karasu growled, once again pulling at the chains holding his arms. “I’m going to fuckin make you wish you never fuckin messed with me. I….”

Marik cut off the demon’s next words by stroking Karasu’s harden shaft, delighting when the demon gasped at the touch. Chuckling, the Egyptian brought his lips to the cut on Karasu’s chest, tasting the blood that flowed deliciously from the wound. Growing more aroused each second, Marik slid his tongue along the length of the wound, licking up the blood, loving the metallic taste.

He sucked at the wound as he stroked the demon, lust heightening each second the demon tried to resist his molestation.

“Fuck!” Karasu exclaimed after a very pleasurable stroke on his cock, he wanted release, he wanted to be thrusting into the smug Egyptian, hearing him scream in pain. He wanted an end to the teasing, he wanted satisfaction of his lust.

“Does that mean you want me here?” Marik traced his fingers down the demon’s shaft, stopping at the entrance of that tight cavern he so deliriously wanted to enter. At the word ‘here’ he slid one of his fingers inside, delighting in the curse escaping the demon’s lips.

“Get away from there! You’re the uke not me.”

“Oh really?” Marik pushed his finger farther into the demon, pressing on that special bundle of nerves that sent sparks of pleasure through Karasu’s body. He pressed again against that special spot, causing a shudder to pass through Karasu’s body as the demon breathed deeply from lust.

“Shit! Fuckin…stop…that!” Karasu snarled, his angry tone marred by his ragged breathing and completely contradicted by the jerk his body gave to get more of the pleasure.

“Stop? But you want more, Kara-chan, your body says so.” Marik gave a rather hard thrust with his finger against that spot inside the demon, finally succeeding in drawing a moan from Karasu.

“Stop…you fuckin…stop….” Karasu bit down on his lips, refusing to admit that he enjoyed the Egyptian’s ministrations, that not only did the touches turn him on but the smell of blood did as well.

“If you keep saying stop, I might have to punish you more.” Marik brought the knife back to Karasu’s chest—pressing down only slightly as he slid it over the pale, blood stained skin. The result was very shallow, painful cuts that bled little—cuts little more than scratches.

Removing his fingers from inside the demon, Marik brought his lips to Karasu’s, pressing his body against the demon, relishing the feel of his erection rubbing against Karasu’s. Purposely he thrust against Karasu, closing his eyes in rapture as their erections met again, his breathing quickening.

Suddenly Marik pulled back, hissing as he nursed his bottom lip—the demon had bit him when he’d been distracted by the pleasure enveloping him.

“You bastard.” Marik growled, standing up and kicking the demon. “How dare you attack your master.”

“Go fuck yourself. I have no master; if anything I should be asking you how you dare defy ‘your’ master.” Karasu snarled, eyes burning with rage, his lust rising as he thought of how he’d punish the Egyptian as soon as he was free.

“….” Taking a step back, dull-hued eyes gleaming, Marik gripped the knife as though about to strike the captive demon, but then only motioned his hand. At the movement, ropelike shadows appeared and threw something at the demon—something that exploded the moment it touched the demon.

“FUCK!” Karasu flinched from the pain, but his shock came most from the explosion. “What the hell! That was….”

“One of your bombs, yes. I told you we’re playing by my rules. I can use any of your moves against you—and you can’t do anything to me.”

“Go fuck yourself!”

“No, I want to be inside of you when I cum, pet.” The Egyptian stepped up to Karasu, licking his lips at the sight of the wound caused by the bomb—the blood adorning the pale skin was so tantalizing, it made his mouth water and his cock harden more.

“I am so going to kill you.”

“Heh.” Swiftly Marik knelt down between the demon’s legs, his knife clenched in his right fist, and, with a smirk, he brought the knife blade to Karasu’s entrance.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

“Call me master or I’ll shove it up you, cutting your insides.”

“Like hell I’ll call you that. Ah!” Karasu pulled at his arm shackles when Marik cut the inside of his thigh warningly, bringing the blade back to its threatening position at the demon’s entrance.

“Don’t try me, pet. I won’t mind making you an eunuch if I have to—it’d more fun to cut your insides and then fuck you though.” Here Marik pushed the tip of the knife in, holding it carefully as not to cut the demon yet. “It’ll be very painful for you, pet, very.”

“I will…never, call you…master.” Karasu tensed, biting down on his lips enough to draw blood, trying to block out the heightening discomfort and pain from the blade pressing at his entrance. “AH!” He pulled harder on his chains as the knife bit into him.

“Say it or I’ll ravage you with the knife.” Marik growled looking from Karasu’s face back to his entrance. “Look, you’re already bleeding. You better call me master soon, or you’ll never be able to feel the pleasure of being uke. I’ll make sure to cut that place so you’ll never feel pleasure from it again.”

“GODDAMN YOU! JUST FUCK ME AND GET IT OVER WITH!” Karasu shouted, bracing himself for more pain. “Just don’t fuckin cut me—I’ll never call anyone master!”

“….” The Egyptian glared at the demon, eyes cold in thought. He wanted to hear the demon submit, but he didn’t want to ruin his insides with the knife—not yet; first he wanted to make his captive writhe in pleasure surrendering to him completely, then he wanted him to squirm in pain.

“Marik….”

“You’re an adamant little bitch, aren’tcha? Well seeing as you used my real name instead of that vile nickname, I’ll compromise for now.” Marik took the knife slowly out, and stood, stepping forward until he was at Karasu’s chest, one leg on either side of the demon. Roughly, he grabbed the demon by the hair, pulling him into a sitting position.

“Marik, what….?” Karasu had a feeling what the Egyptian was planning, but he didn’t want to think about it. The next moment he couldn’t help but think about it when he felt Marik’s erection at his lips.

“Suck me, Kara-chan. Then I might forgive you for not calling me master.”

“Fuck you…ah!” The demon gasped when he felt the sharp bite of the knife on his cheek—the Egyptian sliced the pale skin of his face. “I…will…not….” Karasu said through gritted teeth, refusing to give the Egyptian the opportunity to thrust his erection into the demon’s mouth.

“You’re trying my patience; maybe I should give you more incentive.” Marik took the knife away and leaned down to Karasu’s ear. “I have one of your bombs right by your cock, ready to explode at my whim. Refuse me again and I will not hesitate to ignite it. You wouldn’t want that now, would you?”

Karasu gulped, sensing the bomb the moment Marik said those words—he tried to will it away with his aura, but the Egyptian seemed to have complete control over it. ‘Now what? I don’t want to submit and suck him, but that bomb is…goddamn it! Why the fuck did I have to come across a psycho in my travels? I’d rather get killed by Kurama again. Shit.’

Taking a deep breath, Karasu stopped resisting, allowing the Egyptian’s erection entrance into his mouth. Uncomfortable, the demon had to fight the urge to expel the hardened muscle from his mouth, reminding himself about the bomb so dangerously close to his manhood.

“It feels good, Kara-chan, having your warmth surrounding me. But could you start sucking? It’s getting quite bothersome with the lack of movement.”

‘Fuck you; this is my first time doing this, so shut up.’ Of course Karasu couldn’t say those words, his mouth being full of the Egyptian—he couldn’t bring himself to suck the Egyptian either, his whole body felt repulsed at the thought. He would never do that to Marik…maybe Kurama, but not this mediocre looking boy.

The moment the thought of Kurama flashed through his mind, Karasu felt himself harden more—god, what he wouldn’t give to have the Spirit Fox here instead of the Egyptian. He’d do anything to savor the fox, anything to feel the beautiful redhead squirm from his touch.

Thinking about the fox, Karasu automatically began sucking on Marik, not realizing what he was doing until the Egyptian moaned. ‘Damn, looks like the fox is helpful to me after all.’ The demon closed his eyes then, thinking only of Kurama as he sucked the Egyptian.

“Good, ah…ah.” Marik moaned, gripping the demon’s hair tighter as he tried hard not to thrust into Karasu’s mouth—the demon’s too good to ruin by hurrying along his orgasm. He wanted to savor each second leading to his climax. “Ah…ah….”

Karasu continued sucking, pretending that the Egyptian’s moans were Kurama’s, that his taste was Kurama’s, losing himself to his lust and illusion. His tongue slid over Marik’s cock, licking the pre-cum off the slit in front, savoring the taste, before sucking harder on the muscle.

“Ah….” Marik thrust into Karasu’s mouth, losing himself to pleasure. “AH!” He came, spilling his seed into the demon’s mouth, tightly pulling at Karasu’s hair.

Eyes glazed from his illusion and lust, Karasu swallowed the cum, feeling the heat radiating through his body as his breathing quickened. He wanted the fox so badly, and the utter darkness of his surroundings made it easy to pretend that the Egyptian was the redhead.

“That…was good….” Marik knelt down, gasping for breath, moaning in surprise when the demon brought his lips to his.

Karasu delved his tongue deeply into Marik’s mouth, moaning in the kiss himself as he continued fantasying, parting only briefly to say:

“Don’t talk, there’s no need.”

Then he quickly brought his lips back to the Egyptian’s, silencing any response Marik could’ve made. Next he moved his arms to the limits of the chains, a length just long enough to touch Marik’s hips. Groaning in frustration at the lack of mobility, Karasu used his legs to push Marik closer to him, to where he could suck on his chest—feel more of the smooth skin so tempting to his taste.

Lust rushing through his body, Marik leaned closer to the demon, allowing Karasu access to his nipples and neck, wanting more of the demon’s ministrations. He gasped the moment he felt Karasu take a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it hungrily. He moaned when the demon bit at the nub, his body instinctively moving away from the pain, even as it pulsed pleasure through his veins.

“God.” Marik breathed, moving away from Karasu as the demon almost whined in disappointment. That whine turned into a gasp when the Egyptian brought his hand to the demon’s cock. He rubbed the tip of it with his thumb, spreading the pre-cum from the slit over the demon’s very hard cock.

Karasu moaned at each touch, eyes still closed, breathing rapid. He even gasped in pleasure when the Egyptian cut his chest again with the knife, this time wiping the blood that seeped out with his hand—then he brought the hand back to Karasu’s cock.

Smearing the blood all over the demon’s erection, Marik licked his lips, the metallic smell of blood enticing his lust further. After coating the hardened member thoroughly with the red fluid, the Egyptian brought his lips to it, running his tongue along it from tip to base.

“Ah….” Karasu resisted the urge to thrust into Marik’s mouth, pulling at his chains as he let the delicious heat of the Egyptian’s mouth consume him. “AH!” Marik took in his whole member, his mouth so wet and hot, his sucking so expertly done. It wasn’t long before Karasu came, filling the Egyptian’s mouth with his seed.

The Egyptian didn’t swallow however; instead he brought his lips to Karasu’s and gave the demon his own seed, which the demon quickly swallowed, getting turned on more by the kinkiness of tasting himself.

Breaking the kiss, Marik backed away, bringing his fingers to Karasu’s entrance, pausing only a second before pushing two of them in.

Karasu cringed at the pain of the intrusion, searching instead for the pleasure in the touch. He bit his lip as the Egyptian scissored his fingers, stretching out the demon as Karasu pulled away. Marik grinned, and wrapped his arm around Karasu’s right leg, stilling his movement as he pushed his fingers deeper into the demon.

“AH!” Karasu moaned as Marik hit that bundle of nerves inside him, his cock hardening with each touch. “Ah…ah…ah….” He moaned each time the Egyptian hit that spot, losing himself to delirious desire, wanting more of that delicious touch.

Unable to deny his own lust, Marik removed his fingers, smirking at the sound of protest escaping the demon’s lips. Just when the demon was about to growl in frustration, the Egyptian positioned his cock at Karasu’s entrance, silencing the protest rising in the demon’s throat.

Licking his lip, holding onto Karasu’s leg, Marik thrust into the demon, quick and rough; his action eliciting a growl of discomfort from the demon. Waiting only a few seconds for the demon to get used to him, the Egyptian pulled out then thrust back in, making it painful enough for Karasu to curse.

“Enough torture, hit that fuckin spot.” Karasu growled, positioning his legs so the Egyptian could get deeper in him.

Eyes gleaming, Marik paused before thrusting harder into Karasu, this time hitting that pleasure spot inside the demon, wrenching a moan from him. Gasping in lust, Marik brought the demon’s legs over his shoulders and thrust deeper into him, the friction of the confined space on his cock sending pleasure gushing through him in waves.

Speeding his thrusts to his favorite pace, the Egyptian wrapped his hand around the demon’s cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts into the writhing body.

“Ah…ah…Ah…Ah….” Karasu grabbed again at his shackles, his hands wanting something to grab and dig their nails into as he rode the pleasure up to his climax, calling out a name in ecstasy. “AH!” He came forcefully, getting his cum over Marik’s hand and his own chest; his inner muscles tightening around the Egyptian’s cock causing the boy to cum as well.

Coming down from their climaxes, they breathed steadying breaths, Marik lying on top of Karasu. After a few minutes the Egyptian pulled out of the demon and rolled to the side, his labored breathing calm.

Karasu ignored him, intent on savoring every second as he wound down from climax. The next second he riveted his attention on the Egyptian who had pressed the cool blade of his knife against Karasu’s erection.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” The demon exclaimed, alarmed by the sudden change. “You were seme, what more do you want?”

“Not enough. You were thinking of someone else when I was fucking you.” Marik seethed, his eyes gleaming dangerously as he held the knife threateningly close to severing Karasu’s manhood.

“No, I…wasn’t….”

“Then why did you call out the name ‘Kurama’ instead of mine when you climaxed?”

“Ah…I…I….” Karasu chewed at his lip, blanching when the Egyptian said the name. ‘Why did I have to do that? Why did I have to call out the fox’s name? Damn it!’

Hearing the uncomfortable silence of Karasu’s reaction, Marik froze then relaxed, a smirk playing at his lips; but he put the knife down, bringing a sense of relief to the demon even though Karasu remained suspicious of his reason.

“Marik…?”

“Tell me ‘bout this ‘Kurama.’ Everything about him.”

“Why do you want to know…?” Karasu asked unable to think for the relief rushing through him at the knife being gone.

“I want to know everything about the guy who can make you submissive just from thinking about him. If he sounds worth it, I want a taste of him myself.”

“What?!” Karasu sat up in shock, gaping at the Egyptian.

Angrily, Marik brought the blade back to Karasu’s cock, his eyes narrowed to slits. “If you don’t tell me now, I will castrate you. I already had my fun with you, so it won’t matter to me, but I assume you’ll want to have the means to fuck this ‘Kurama’ of yours when you see him again. So answer me.”

“Okay, he’s….”

TBC

A/N: I can’t believe I wrote this—and enjoyed writing it. I’m sadistic, especially when I’m hyper—I think it’s because I ate pocky while typing. Bad pocky, bad—or maybe good? By the way, how is pocky pronounced? Is it ‘pah’ky or ‘poh’ky? It’d be easy to figure out if I found a box that had Japanese hiragana or katakana written on it, but I can only find ones with the English name written.