Scopophilia

Vague and cloudy murmurs drifted in and out of his consciousness. Behind Kurama's eyelids, his brain groggily forced itself to function and situate himself with his current situation. While his mind, though disoriented, was able to exercise its ability, his body still felt completely lifeless and paralyzed. He tried moving his hands, and could hazily feel the tips of his fingers scrape against the fibers of a wool-like material. He could feel his facial expression subconsciously twist in thought and worry as he pieced together the final moments of his consciousness that he could semi-accurately recall. The trail of thoughts remained golden up until the details of the joust that took place with the demon that had, definitely, robbed him. That thought led Kurama to a foreboding feeling of dread and other questions. How bad of a state was he left in, and -where- was he left?

After thinking critically of the situation, Kurama had stirred himself up enough to attempt movement. Taking everything with a grain of salt and an ounce of ache that pooled in his head, he willed his eyelashes to withdraw themselves from their state of rest and allow the intensive bright artificial lights burn his sleepy retinas. He winced at the sharp pain, and could practically feel his pupils shrink rapidly in size. The dull ache in his frontal lobe grew to a painful stabbing as his eyes adjusted. The walls were an industrial silver, and the lights were, indeed, long fluorescent tubes that were industrial in the same manner as the walls. Haphazardly, Kurama shifted his elbows underneath him, to gain leverage in order to take in a better view of his environment, but was halted.

"I can advise you not to strain or move yourself," a voice ordered in a commanding tone.

With those words lingering in the air, Kurama's eyes shot to his peripheral vision to see a lizard-like man standing there, equipped with a lab coat and typical clipboard. The average working class youkai, but since when did Hiei have his followers dress in such uniform...and when did things become so industrial? Through Kurama's slight concussion, he knew something wasn't right. He angled his head to look down upon himself, his body was covered with a thin wool sheet and he was laid on top the thin mattress of a hospital bed. To his horror, Kurama lifted the sheet a fraction of an inch and confirmed a humiliating fact; he was completely naked. Angered by this intrusion of privacy and lack of information and whereabouts, Kurama grasp the sheet and pulled it tighter to his body. Reinforced with the rush of irritation and loathing of his vulnerable position, he sat himself up completely and turned to face the lizard youkai.

"I assure you," Kurama sighed, running a hand through his pained scalp, allowing him to feel the harden clots of blood that had matted his hair. "I'm highly appreciative to you for this hospitality, but I'm capable of the rest of my recovery. What is important now is I speak to Hiei, is he currently available?"

"Ah, vertigo. You're confused, you were found far from the grounds of Lord Hiei."

Kurama shifted his stiff legs from the hard mattress and elegantly maneuvered himself to the ground, while keeping the sheet coiled securely around him; his legs tingled and felt uneasy being bare on the cold tiles. 'Far from Mukuro's old grounds?' Gaining a better view on the room, the architecture screamed something Kurama wasn't fond on comprehending.

"But then-" thoughts ran wildly thought his head. Suddenly strong presence became known behind him.

"Kurama," a deep voice laid the words on thickly. "It's a pleasure to see you well."

Kurama knew that voice, it rang through the silence and settled on the air. He wasn't in Hiei's territory at all. Calmly, Kurama turned away from the lizard youkai to face this 'new' presence, maintaining a tight grip on the sheet in order to cover any overly exposed skin. "Yomi," Kurama responded, concealing the bewilderment from his voice. He was located in the precise territory of the Makai that he always tried to keep himself from. Despite the peaceful departure that took place upon their last encounter, after the results of the first Demon Tourement, Kurama held himself far from the goat demon, in respect to leaving the past where it belongs. Their roles had changed drastically in a thousand years, and Kurama didn't take comfort in the fact that Yomi could easily over power him now. The threats that were made on his family still held a lasting caution when dealing with Yomi, if the demon was more rooted in revenge, there would be little proof that Kurama's family would still be alive. If there was any situation that made the fox demon most uncomfortable, it was being at the mercy of another.

"How unexpected for you to visit, you really should have called first," joked the demon lord, approching Kurama.

Towering two feet over Kurama's own height, Yomi hadn't changed at all, visually. Clad in his military territory garments, hands deep within his pockets, eyes permanently closed, and the typical smirk he wore was present. Yomi halted his approach only when he was less than a foot from Kurama's lithe frame. This close capacity of their bodies put Kurama on edge, and he couldn't help but flinch when Yomi extended his arm and grasped his wounded shoulder. Controlling the urge for his reflexes to force him backwards, away from the touch, Kurama cast his view away from Yomi and the personal space invasion.

"Kurama, your wound is still radiating a strong amount of heat," he said, caressing the soft porcelain skin of the red head, taking the liberty to allow his touch to linger.

"Yes, it seems a rouge demon was successful in robbing me of my 'worthless human possessions,' through means of poison and ambush" he chose his words carefully. "As well as my attire, I can safely say" he looked down at himself.

"You're attire was intact upon arrival," Yomi corrected him with a throaty chuckle, rubbing the wounded area on Kurama, releasing aches from the injury. "I merely had you disrobed for medical reasons. It's difficult to tend to someone fully dressed."

"That's understandable, and thank you for your hospitality," he paused. "I wasn't expecting such an event to occur, but I must leave to contact Koenma and collect myself. I'll need my clothing returned. Whatever substance I was drugged with has left my mind in a foggy state. "

"Your confusion vouches that the effects of the poison still haven't worn off. Sending a human, even 'half youkai,' back into rural Makai lands would be, what do you humans call it...'manslaughter.' I will supply you clothing, but cannot permit you to leave until you are fully recovered. It would be the most beneficial choice for your wellbeing."

Kurama hesitated. "I appreciate your offer-,"

"It's not an offer, Kurama. It's an order that you will comply with," responded Yomi coldly, changing his demeanor. "I'm obligated to provide aid to humans that are found lost within my borders. I expect you understand, it's strictly Makai customs."

'He cannot be serious,' strained Kurama in his thoughts. With his jaw gaping slightly in disbelief, from both the tone Yomi used, as well as his evident lack of trust in Kurama's ability to protect himself. His mouth opened to respond, but from sincere lack of words, no sounds formed. Catching Kurama at a loss for words was highly amusing for Yomi, it was almost arousing to hear the typically clever fox stumble; but that is nothing close to the sense of disorientation Yomi would grant Kurama once he would realize how fond he will be of having a thick cock buried deep in his most vulnerable passages. Chills of lust ran up Yomi's spine as this thought passed.

"Besides," Yomi said, not giving Kurama the time to gather his thoughts. "It will be my pleasure"

Kurama sighed in an awkward defeat. He hadn't been staying up to date on Makai customs, and it would be reasonable for them to change, and he had no apparent reason to mistrust Yomi's judgment. Not to mention the longest he would be held would be overnight, Kurama assumed. Pulling the sheet closer around him, having let it sag when he was in bewilderment, he gave a curt nod of his head.

"Alright then..." Kurama pondered the best way he could structure his first request. "I suppose I should be dressed if I'm to stay."

Inwardly Yomi disagreed, but nodded with a grin. "Ahh yes, I'll send someone for clothing, as well as to take you to your holding chamber; I hope it fits your needs."

Though Yomi wanted to direct the vulnerable half-youkai to his chambers immediately, he reassured himself that patience is a virtue. He wouldn't allow Kurama to freely leave until he rode cock like a trained love slave, smiling the whole time. He didn't just want to pleasure himself with Kurama; he wanted to force the fox demon to become accustomed to every inch of his cock in his tight, needless to say, virgin ass. Images of Kurama twisted in pleasure and below him flooded his mind; Yomi's plan was to take it slow, but eventually the fox will be begging to have his ass pounded.

Taking a reluctant step back, Yomi turned to exit the room. This left Kurama alone, cold, and naked with a head full of questions and a lump in his throat from the stress of the situation. The discomfort he felt from the goat demon was suffocating, but the concept of clothing would, hopefully, make this issue more bearable.