In His Place

Well here is the next chapter. I hope you all enjoy it.

As promised, the chapter warnings are as follows: Lemon, M/M, Tort, Bond, BP, Non Con, Language, violence. I think that covers them all. If you find something that was not mentioned, please let me know so others are not offended too badly.

“Which way should we go Yusuke?” the redhead questioned watching his companion closely for distress. The fox knew that Hiei’s well being was directly reflected in this man by his mating mark.

Yusuke had been silent since his collapse in the park. Other than a light sheen of sweat, he showed no sign of the inner struggle. He closed his eyes briefly and thought of his lover. A steady pull told him where his quarry was. The mazoku pointed south and the kitsune began prompting the plants to move out of the way to ease their passage. When the umbrage parted, the pair quickly headed south to find Hiei.

Several hours passed in silence as they traveled, when suddenly Yusuke let out a strangled cry. He fell to his knees as Hiei’s fury over his sister poured through the former detective’s mind.

“Yusuke!” Kurama called out startled by the man’s sudden outburst. “What’s happening?” He asked gripping the toushin’s shoulders. When he received no response, he began shaking his companion roughly to get his attention, as it was apparent that the man was lost somewhere in the mental anguish that tormented him.

“I-I don’t know.” Yusuke finally stammered as he slowly found the breath to speak again. He could not determine the exact cause of Hiei’s distress, but he couldn’t feel pain from the hi-youkai’s body. The disquietude was more intense this time from the last though. “Whatever it is…we have to stop it.” Chocolate eyes, clouded with pain and confusion, met green.

The men nodded in silent understanding. Kurama helped his friend to his feet and they continued.

* * *

“Do you have him?” Mukuro’s face floated bodiless before Phobos.

The woman’s impatience and impertinence were gnawing on his last nerve. “What do you think?” His caustic tone showing how weary he was becoming of this demon lord. That title almost brought a sardonic smirk to his lips. If only she knew his true power, she wouldn’t keep bothering him as she was. In fact, she would never have contacted him in the first place. His was not the mentality of one willing to take orders from just anyone.

“I think, he is a very difficult and strong man,” she answered plainly, either missing his tone or ignoring it. “Do you have him?” She repeated.

An arrogant grin spread across the features of the demon of fear. “If you disturb me again, you will take the place of your heir within my tender care.”

Phobos paced over to the small room where he kept the hybrid with the disembodied head floating eerily after him. Since he had complete control over the jagan now, he no longer kept Hiei strapped to the torture table. Hiei was now huddled in the corner of a small dark room. His arms and legs were chained with warded bands encircling both wrist and ankle; Phobos wasn’t that arrogant. However, the rigid structure of the table was no longer necessary in his mind.

Mukuro absorbed the sight of Hiei crouched in the corner behind the former god. His crimson eyes were shrouded in apparent sleep, but the glowing amethyst orb in his forehead remained wide and staring.

As she gazed at his face, she saw something she never expected to see – tears. There were tear tracks on the hard man’s cheeks. Slowly, Mukuro nodded. A little breathless from the shock of Hiei’s tears, the floating head said, “I see.”

The former god chuckled quietly at the demon’s sudden discomfort. “Now leave me woman and don’t return until you’re ready to take him back.” He walked over to the floating head and gave her a wicked smile. “Oh, and be sure,” he continued, “that you are ready to take his place when you return.”

With those ominous words, Phobos banished Mukuro’s projection. A smile remained on his face as he strode over to the jaganshi. “Your boss is seriously threatened by you little man,” he idly spoke as he wiped a little sweat from the prone man’s forehead. “You must be very impressive. I almost dislike doing this to you.” The smile spread further. “Almost,” he repeated.

Phobos sighed as he dropped the cloth on a nearby table. “I’d say you’ve had enough of a break.” The former god sat beside Hiei and touched the jaganshi’s temples. His eyes flared as he fed his ki into the purple jagan.

* * *

Yusuke and Kurama sped across the countryside following the invisible leash that Hiei had tied to the former spirit detective. They were getting closer; the brunette could feel it.

The once human paused a moment with a hiss as he felt the now familiar sensation of distress from his mate. When he saw Kurama stop, he started running again and motioned for his friend to follow.

“You alright?” Kurama questioned.

Yusuke just nodded in affirmation and continued to run. The closer they got to their goal, the stronger Hiei’s pain seemed to be. It was taking more concentration that was pretty to keep going. Sweat poured from his skin and stung his eyes as he raced to his partner. Please, please, please he silently repeated as he ran.

“We’ll get there in time, Yusuke.” Kurama reassured him as if hearing his silent pleas.

The mazoku merely blinked the sting from his eyes and pushed for more speed.

* * *

The mist swirled again, and darkness lifted revealing a man, whose whole body screamed toughness. Hiei had known this man for many years now. Their relationship began tenuously with respect earned grudgingly by both sides. They started as enemies, moved to being coworkers, progressed to being friends, and finally became lovers.

Having seen the previous visions, quiet dread filled the demon. His disquiet was soon justified as he saw a tall man step up behind his mate. Hiei didn’t recognize the tall man, but that fact fled his brain as a low, warning growl escaped his lips. The man before him seemed oblivious to him.

The mystery man grabbed a handful of brown hair and forced Yusuke to his knees. Hiei could hear his lover’s sharp intake of breath. “Who is your mate?” The man asked. The question startled Hiei since no one was supposed to know about his mark on Yusuke.

Yusuke refused to answer. The tall man backhanded him and knocked him to the ground. Reaching down, the man grabbed the fallen demon’s hair again and hoisted him back to his knees. “I know you are marked,” he said quietly. “So who is your mate?”

The former human clenched his teeth in anger.

“Oh you’ll answer me eventually,” the enigmatic man commented casually.

The man pulled a roll of duct tape from a bag by his side, as he pushed Yusuke from his knees to his stomach on the floor. Placing his knee in the small of the demon’s back, he wrenched Yusuke’s hands back and secured them with the tape.

Yusuke hissed with the force the man exerted on his arms. He felt the tape bind his wrists tightly. Then he was jerked by his arms until he rolled onto his back. He grunted slightly as his fisted hands ground into his lower back.

“Fight detective!” Hiei yelled but Yusuke didn’t seem to hear him.

“Who are you?” Yusuke whispered through gritted teeth.

“Oops!” The man said. “How rude of me.” He walked around his captive and sat heavily on his chest. “I am Deimos.” He cocked his head to the side pondering his catch. A creepy grin split the man’s face and his eyes roved ceaselessly over Yusuke’s body.

“Never heard of you,” the prone man retorted.

“That just shows your lack of education.” Yusuke heard the demon mutter something about the classics no longer being taught in school. The demon shook his head as if clearing it of the topic. “A question for a question.” He stated frankly as his eyes finally stopped roaming over his prisoner’s body. “Who is your lover?”

Brown eyes caught black and Yusuke growled, “Fuck you.”

Deimos sat up straight on his captive’s torso. “No thank you, but I will fuck you.” This emotionless statement was delivered in complete sincerity.

Finally the former detective fought his captor. He struggled fruitlessly. No matter how much he bucked his body, the demon remained astride him. Frustrated panting soon gave way to whining as panic tried to claw its way from his throat in the form of a ragged scream.

“Oh, I do like the sounds you make.” This statement served to fuel Yusuke’s horror. “You know, I think I really am going to enjoy breaking you.” Deimos leaned over his victim and whispered, “When you break, you will tell me everything I want to know.”

“Fuck you, bastard!” Dread tinged the words diminishing their potency.

Deimos merely laughed in response.

Hiei watched in impotent rage as the demon’s words sank into his mind. He know from past attempts that he could not affect the physical world seen through the jagan. With his body still pinned so perfectly by some force that the could not find, the jaganshi was forced to watch everything his eye would show him without any way of acting to stop it.

* * *

Yusuke stopped running at the edge of the Makai Forest. He braced himself with strong hands on the trunk of a giant tree. Breath escaped his tenuous grasp.

“What is it?” Kurama stepped up to his friend’s side and laid a comforting hand on the man’s shoulder.

Yusuke closed his eyes in concentration. He slammed his fists against the tree trunk hard enough to splinter the wood slightly. As much as he tired of hearing his friend’s repeated question, he gave the man what information he could. “His ki is fluctuation a lot.” He rested his forehead against the rough wood seeking what strength he could find. “Damn it,” he muttered. “Why do I feel this when I can’t do anything to stop it?”

Kurama roughly grabbed his companion’s shoulders and forced the man to face him. “Look at me,” he demanded. When the man resisted he shook him. “Look. At. Me.” Yusuke finally opened his eyes in a slow, disconnected blink. “What you feel is not part of you.” Yusuke turned his head away and Kurama grabbed his chin and forced him to stay focused. “You are working to stop this, but you have to remain focused. You cannot let these feelings overcome you.”

The mazoku sighed heavily and visibly settled himself. He took a steadying, deep breath and nodded to his redheaded companion. Concentrating on the energy trail again, Yusuke pointed and the two started running across the plains ahead of them.

* * *

Deimos ran a clawed hand over the prone body before him shredding the cloth barrier that separated him from his quarry. “How shall we begin?” He idly wondered.

The brunette’s hands clamped into fists behind his back. He was quivering with the effort not to give in to the dread covering him.

The once god leaned close to the former detective’s body and inhaled his scent. “Your fear is most intoxicating,” his eyes flared with desire. He drew a single claw across the bare torso creating his symbol in the flesh of his victim. “Do you know what this is?” he questioned, indicating the image of a flaming sword he had etched into Yusuke’s stomach.

The demon on the bottom bit his lip to keep from making pained noises as the claw cut the intricate furrows in his skin forming the image in question. His breath hitched with each new shallow cut. Brown eyes began to water at the sharp sting. None of the cuts were deep enough to bleed. It was like having several paper cuts all in one place.

“It is the sword my father gave me to carry in battle. It inspired fear in the enemy. If you were better educated, that might mean something more to you. You see, I was once worshiped as a god,” he continued nostalgically. “This,” he placed his hand over the sword, “became my symbol.” He pushed his ki through his hand into the cuts of the mark.

Yusuke screamed as pain tore through his body. It felt as though the flames of the sword became real. The fires spread through his entire being consuming all thought and function. He screamed until his throat was raw and burned with the rest of his being.

Finally, Deimos relented. Ragged breathing and quiet whimpering filled the silence that followed. Deimos basked in the afterglow. He loved that sound. He could feel his member quiver in anticipation of the coming games. He ran a hand over Yusuke’s limp member and felt the man’s muscles tense at the contact. He left his hand over the flaccid cock until the mazoku trembled slightly. Only then did he move his hand to the man’s hips and spread his legs wide. “Who is your mate?”

Still the detective refused to answer. Yusuke understood why Hiei didn’t want to reveal their mating to anyone. That tie between them could be used against them at any time. Hiei watched hoping his mate would keep the secret and hoping that his torment would end soon.

Hiei watched as Deimos freed his cock from the robes he wore. The demon lifted Yusuke’s hips and slammed his hard cock into the tight unprepared hole. Yusuke’s mouth opened in a silent scream.

The pain was more than he had ever felt in his life. He felt the dick stretch his hole until a tear finally relieved some of the pressure, but a new pain then replaced that of being so brutally invaded. The scorching heat started in his torn anus and worked its way up his back. He felt a warm tickling liquid crawl up his back. From the smell and placement, he knew it was blood.

* * *

Hiei’s scream tore through the small room where Phobos held him. The demon of fear was slightly surprised at this reaction. The man wasn’t supposed to break this quickly – Mukuro assured him that the fire demon was exceptionally strong. He knew that the visage he showed the man was of his lover, but the vision he planned shouldn’t have gotten this reaction.

Phobos walked over to the man who was huddled on the floor. His chained arms were covering his head protectively as if there was something he did not want to see and this gesture would save him. His knees were pulled close to his chest as if in an effort to protect his body from physical blows. Phobos quietly laid a hand on the man’s temple in an effort to read the jagan but found his efforts blocked somehow.

Narrowing his eyes in concentration, he tried again only to find that his attempts denied again. He decided to sit back and watch over the man until the vision passed. Then he should be able to get a better read and regain control of the situation. Surely it was merely a fluke caused by the demonic implant that he had not foreseen. He would be more careful in the future.

* * *

Tears fell freely from the toushin’s eyes, but he clamped his mouth shut to keep from making anymore pained noises. He may not be able to fight this man, but he would be damned if he would give this thing the satisfaction.

“Oo such angry eyes,” the former god taunted. The warm, rich depths were clenching spasmodically around his member, giving him a taste of heaven. Without further ado, Deimos began pumping into that tight, now wet, heat.

Despite his best efforts, the former detective began whimpering as his abused hole was assaulted. An involuntary keening started from his throat as the former god angled his strokes to strike that spot deep within him.

Yusuke’s penis didn’t remain soft long as his prostate was struck time and again. Soon, precum dribbled reflexively from the slit in the end. Feeling his body react without his consent, the man started chanting, “no, no, no,” pleadingly. Whether he was begging Deimos or his own body was unclear.

Hearing the mantra, the man shifted his gaze to his victim’s crotch. “It appears you like this kind of treatment.” Deimos roughly grabbed the offending member and began stroking it in time with his thrusts.

Soon the mazoku was moving with the former god, alternating between plunging into the tight fist around his shaft and slamming back on the hard mass in this ass. The pressure was building and soon he would come all over this strange demon’s hand. Just when he was reaching the point of no return, Deimos clenched his fist around Yusuke’s member denying him the release he so desperately wanted. With a strangled cry, he tried to find the release that was quickly escaping him, but the grip would not relent.

“Who is your mate?” The question was rasped into his ear. Yusuke whimpered in response. “Tell me and you will get what you want.” The voice promised.

Yusuke squirmed in the man’s arms. The grip on his cock hurt, as did his torn ass. He wanted nothing more than to give in to this madman and end the searing pains in his body. However, he knew, on some level, that telling this man anything would be a betrayal of Hiei.

The debate stretched out for a moment longer. Hiei watched it all in silent horror as the next words carried across the distance to his sensitive ears. “If you won’t claim your mate, then I will claim you.” He watched as Deimos cut his hand and placed it over the sword he had drawn on Yusuke’s skin. He smeared his blood over the mark and shoved his ki into it completing the ritual.

Before he could do anything, he felt his link to his mate severed and darkness flood over him. He floated in nothing.

* * *

Arguing voices drifted around him. One he recognized as a friend, one was more than that, and they were viciously drowning out a third voice that he didn’t recognize.

“We can’t kill him until we know what he did to Hiei,” the first voice intoned reasonably.

“I can see what the jackass did. He tied him up,” the second voice shouted.

Hiei tried to move only to find his muscles protesting as if he had been in one position for a long time. He felt the heaviness of chains on his wrists and determined that the second voice was indeed correct. He stopped moving when he heard the raspy third voice whisper, “He’s awake you know.”

The sharp smack of a fist hitting flesh accented the response of “Shut up!”

“Yusuke,” Kurama yelled as he moved toward the others. “Let him be.” The sound of a brief struggle ensued.

The tussle ended abruptly when Hiei spoke for the first time. “Detective,” his voice was raw from screaming, but the single word cut through the mazoku’s rage clouded mind.

“Hiei,” relief flooded the man. He rushed to his mate’s side. “Are you alright?”

“Yusuke,” the diminutive demon rasped.

“Yeah?” he lowered his ear to his mate’s lips, trying to hear what the man needed to say.

“Untie me,” he growled.

“Oh right, heh.” Yusuke quickly went about retrieving the key from Phobos and releasing the chains that held Hiei’s arms and legs. As Hiei watched his lover undo the restraints, he noticed Kurama guarding a strange man. He cocked his head as he studied this tableau.

“Hiei?” Kurama questioned when he noted the hi-youkai’s attention.

Said demon shook his head in response and shifted his attention to the man Kurama guarded. He would contemplate the fact that Kurama was still alive – contrary to his vision – later. There was something familiar about this other demon. When he felt his appendages released, he moved closer to the demon in question. His study continued until recognition struck. “Deimos,” he growled menacingly.

Confusion flitted across the demon’s face. “No. Phobos.” He answered. “Deimos is my bother.”

As the demon answered, the hybrid realized that the voice was different, as were the eyes. Deimos had eyes the color of a starless night sky, while the man in front of him had eyes that burned like the embers of a fire. “Where is he?” Hiei demanded.

“How should I know?” Came the pithy reply. “I haven’t seen him in eons…literally.”

“Heh.” Hiei’s gaze wandered around the room for the first time. “Where are we?”

Phobos inclined his head stubbornly, but Kurama answered for him. “We are near the border of Alaric. You have been here for three days that we know of.”

“Why am I here?” The jaganshi pointed this question toward the demon of fear.

“Ask your master.” He glanced at the hand Kurama had on his shoulder. With a small flare of youki, he brushed the hand aside. “Better yet,” he walked out the door into his office. He pressed a hand to a wall with an intricate symbol etched into the wood. Another flare of his youki had the wall rippling like the surface of a pond. Within moments, Mukuro’s face swam to the surface.

“What Phobos?” Her impatient tone pissed the god off.

“I am not a messenger.” He turned to look at Hiei. “Ask your own questions.”

When Mukuro saw Hiei walk up to the viewer, she blanched slightly. If Hiei could escape from the tender care of a former god, she might not have a choice as to when she turned power over to him. He could take it from her whenever he chose.

“Why am I here?” Hiei repeated his question for his new audience.

Mukuro straightened and gathered her courage. “For discipline,” she answered cryptically.

Hiei pressed his lips together and nodded slowly. He turned away from the viewer to face the others. He addressed Phobos first, “Don’t go anywhere. I will return.” He turned to the other two and said, “Go home.” To Yusuke he added, “I will meet you in Tourin.” With those words, Hiei grabbed his sword and was gone.

“What the hell!” Yusuke yelled. The order to go home after all he had gone through to find his mate rankled. The fact that he couldn’t pummel the man’s captor just capped it for him. He turned and punched the wall. The pain that flooded his hand only served to diminish his anger slightly.

“Come on Yusuke,” Kurama grabbed the mazoku’s arm.

A/N: Deimos and Phobos are twins. They are the sons of Ares and Aphrodite. Their names mean dread and fear respectively. It is said that the fears they inspire revolve around loss because of their connection to Aphrodite (without love there can be no loss).