Life is Sweet, Murder is Sweeter
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Yuyu Hakusho › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Yuyu Hakusho › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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1,700
Reviews:
6
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Chapter Two
Life is Sweet, Murder is Sweeter
Chapter two:
Light dimmed, turned gray as he became increasingly aware of the coldness blanketing him—the coldness of his skin, of his flesh. He felt strangely weak and disoriented, like something had drained the life out of him—wait a minute, it had. He opened his eyes and shuddered as he remembered how the plant had sucked his life from him—how it had absorbed all his energy through his chest killing him painfully.
“Kurama….” He growled as he stared up at the blindingly lit sky, feeling warmth reheat him, pulsing through his veins, rekindling his energy. Silently he licked his lips and stood, blood dripping a little from the wounds on his chest.
Slowly he stretched viewing his surroundings with curiosity—the towering trees around him showed he wasn’t at the tournament ring anymore. He was certain he wasn’t anywhere in the human world now—but he wasn’t sure if it was the demon world he was in either.
‘What is this place?’
“An outskirt of purgatory.” An unfamiliar voice purred in his ear, surprising him as he whipped around to face the stranger.
“Who are you and how did you read my thoughts?” He glared at the demon in front of him, taking in the dark blue hair and glinting eyes with interest.
“I didn’t read your thoughts—it’s just always newcomers wonder what this place is.” The stranger ran his fingers through his dark hair, careful not to undo the ponytail tie that kept his hair out of his way.
“Well, how do you get out of this place, hm?” Karasu leaned his head back and stared at the stranger with narrowed eyes. Watching him closely, the crow demon took in the tight-fitted shirt and pants of the stranger and felt himself getting turned on.
“If I knew that I wouldn’t still be here.” The stranger smirked, noticing how the crow demon looked at him. “You look like you could use a cold shower. Sorry, but there’s only one male I’ll ever let touch me, and it’s not you.” He smirked at the cool frustration on Karasu’s face and flicked out his wings as he jumped away from the crow demon’s first assault.
The second assault surprised him as the bomb exploded behind him—quickly he dodged before he took the full shock of the blast. Alert, he quickly dodged the next bomb and the one after that—soon he grew tired of just dodging and he attacked back. A heavy scythe on a rope he sent through the bombs exploding them without receiving a scratch. On the next strike he sent it toward Karasu, who dodged and sent more bombs at the demon.
It went on like that until the stranger grew tired of playing and he sped up his movements and tackled Karasu. He kneeled on the crow demon’s chest, the scythe at Karasu’s throat.
“Now let’s stop this meaningless fight—neither of us can die so there’s nothing to worry about—no reason to fight.”
“I can fight for your body—I haven’t felt that sort of pleasure in a while.”
“I’m taken—besides shouldn’t you try to find a way out of here? You wouldn’t want an eternity fighting against me—I learned from one of the best.”
“And who’s that?” Karasu purred, bringing his hand to caress the stranger’s arm, digging his nails into the unmoving flesh.
“Youko Kurama.” The stranger whispered back and pressed the scythe closer to Karasu’s throat, allowing it to cut into the pale skin of the crow demon.
Hearing the name Karasu let go of the stranger’s now bleeding arm, his eyes gleaming with surprise.
“You learned to fight from Kurama?”
“You say his name like you know him, have you met him?” The stranger lifted the scythe away, his eyes glinting with interest at Karasu, ignoring for the moment the thin trickle of blood slipping down the crow demon’s neck.
“He’s the reason I’m here.”
“He killed you. That’s nice to know….” The stranger licked his lips and leaned down to lick up the trickle of blood on Karasu’s neck. “That’s very nice to know…how did he do it? No, don’t answer, I can find out for myself by exploring your body.”
With that the stranger tore away Karasu’s shirt with his scythe, eyes delighting in the bleeding holes on the crow demon’s chest.
“A vampire plant—that’s nice—must have been real painful. Having your life sucked out of you. Must’ve been very painful.” The stranger leaned down, pressing tender lips against Karasu’s chest, his hand ghosting over the demon’s side.
“That’s enough.” Karasu growled, his eyes gleaming red. “I won’t have anyone take me—” He pushed the stranger off, scratching the demon’s chest with his nails to emphasize his anger. “Especially not some nameless demon.”
“I’m not nameless.” The stranger purred, “My name’s Kurounue, and I used to be Youko Kurama’s partner. And his lover.” The demon inched closer to Karasu, seduction in his tone and movement.
“Lover? So Kurama does like men. That’s fascinating.”
“No, just one. I’m the only male he ever made a lover—and I’ll remain the only one forever.” Kurounue purred and leaned down to Karasu’s ear, nibbling on the lobe. “You look fascinatingly beautiful. I wouldn’t have been surprised if Youko forgot his vow and took you as a lover instead of killed you.” Here he brought his hand to Karasu’s chest, scratching his nails along the pale flesh, one nail digging into one of the holes left by Kurama’s plant.
“Stop.” Growing enraged Karasu sent a bomb between them, blowing it up to chase away the offending demon. Once Kurounue jumped free, Karasu stood, sending more bombs after him.
One of them finally hit the dodging demon, wounding one of the bat wings on his back.
“Fuck!”
A/N: End chapter
Chapter two:
Light dimmed, turned gray as he became increasingly aware of the coldness blanketing him—the coldness of his skin, of his flesh. He felt strangely weak and disoriented, like something had drained the life out of him—wait a minute, it had. He opened his eyes and shuddered as he remembered how the plant had sucked his life from him—how it had absorbed all his energy through his chest killing him painfully.
“Kurama….” He growled as he stared up at the blindingly lit sky, feeling warmth reheat him, pulsing through his veins, rekindling his energy. Silently he licked his lips and stood, blood dripping a little from the wounds on his chest.
Slowly he stretched viewing his surroundings with curiosity—the towering trees around him showed he wasn’t at the tournament ring anymore. He was certain he wasn’t anywhere in the human world now—but he wasn’t sure if it was the demon world he was in either.
‘What is this place?’
“An outskirt of purgatory.” An unfamiliar voice purred in his ear, surprising him as he whipped around to face the stranger.
“Who are you and how did you read my thoughts?” He glared at the demon in front of him, taking in the dark blue hair and glinting eyes with interest.
“I didn’t read your thoughts—it’s just always newcomers wonder what this place is.” The stranger ran his fingers through his dark hair, careful not to undo the ponytail tie that kept his hair out of his way.
“Well, how do you get out of this place, hm?” Karasu leaned his head back and stared at the stranger with narrowed eyes. Watching him closely, the crow demon took in the tight-fitted shirt and pants of the stranger and felt himself getting turned on.
“If I knew that I wouldn’t still be here.” The stranger smirked, noticing how the crow demon looked at him. “You look like you could use a cold shower. Sorry, but there’s only one male I’ll ever let touch me, and it’s not you.” He smirked at the cool frustration on Karasu’s face and flicked out his wings as he jumped away from the crow demon’s first assault.
The second assault surprised him as the bomb exploded behind him—quickly he dodged before he took the full shock of the blast. Alert, he quickly dodged the next bomb and the one after that—soon he grew tired of just dodging and he attacked back. A heavy scythe on a rope he sent through the bombs exploding them without receiving a scratch. On the next strike he sent it toward Karasu, who dodged and sent more bombs at the demon.
It went on like that until the stranger grew tired of playing and he sped up his movements and tackled Karasu. He kneeled on the crow demon’s chest, the scythe at Karasu’s throat.
“Now let’s stop this meaningless fight—neither of us can die so there’s nothing to worry about—no reason to fight.”
“I can fight for your body—I haven’t felt that sort of pleasure in a while.”
“I’m taken—besides shouldn’t you try to find a way out of here? You wouldn’t want an eternity fighting against me—I learned from one of the best.”
“And who’s that?” Karasu purred, bringing his hand to caress the stranger’s arm, digging his nails into the unmoving flesh.
“Youko Kurama.” The stranger whispered back and pressed the scythe closer to Karasu’s throat, allowing it to cut into the pale skin of the crow demon.
Hearing the name Karasu let go of the stranger’s now bleeding arm, his eyes gleaming with surprise.
“You learned to fight from Kurama?”
“You say his name like you know him, have you met him?” The stranger lifted the scythe away, his eyes glinting with interest at Karasu, ignoring for the moment the thin trickle of blood slipping down the crow demon’s neck.
“He’s the reason I’m here.”
“He killed you. That’s nice to know….” The stranger licked his lips and leaned down to lick up the trickle of blood on Karasu’s neck. “That’s very nice to know…how did he do it? No, don’t answer, I can find out for myself by exploring your body.”
With that the stranger tore away Karasu’s shirt with his scythe, eyes delighting in the bleeding holes on the crow demon’s chest.
“A vampire plant—that’s nice—must have been real painful. Having your life sucked out of you. Must’ve been very painful.” The stranger leaned down, pressing tender lips against Karasu’s chest, his hand ghosting over the demon’s side.
“That’s enough.” Karasu growled, his eyes gleaming red. “I won’t have anyone take me—” He pushed the stranger off, scratching the demon’s chest with his nails to emphasize his anger. “Especially not some nameless demon.”
“I’m not nameless.” The stranger purred, “My name’s Kurounue, and I used to be Youko Kurama’s partner. And his lover.” The demon inched closer to Karasu, seduction in his tone and movement.
“Lover? So Kurama does like men. That’s fascinating.”
“No, just one. I’m the only male he ever made a lover—and I’ll remain the only one forever.” Kurounue purred and leaned down to Karasu’s ear, nibbling on the lobe. “You look fascinatingly beautiful. I wouldn’t have been surprised if Youko forgot his vow and took you as a lover instead of killed you.” Here he brought his hand to Karasu’s chest, scratching his nails along the pale flesh, one nail digging into one of the holes left by Kurama’s plant.
“Stop.” Growing enraged Karasu sent a bomb between them, blowing it up to chase away the offending demon. Once Kurounue jumped free, Karasu stood, sending more bombs after him.
One of them finally hit the dodging demon, wounding one of the bat wings on his back.
“Fuck!”
A/N: End chapter