Love Lost, Love Found

3 Playthings

Relax… it’s over, you belong to me; I fill your mouth with dirt;
Relax… it’s over, you can never leave; I take your second digit with me… Love…;

He had known all about how possessive his lover could be just from their first encounter. Karasu was not one to share his love interests with anyone, and could be downright murderous to make sure they weren’t touched by anyone but him. Of course… that was a perk for him. After all, he didn’t want to be tossed around like a salad. He didn’t want to be just a doll, a toy that will eventually be tossed aside broken or out of boredom. He and his sometimes-ghostly companion have been in a steady relationship for months now… sort of. While he knew Karasu never left him alone, at times he was unable to actually see his presence. Which was his fault entirely, being the one who had killed him in the first place. Oddly, Karasu always had a reflection, and when he wasn’t able to make himself noticeable all he had to do was look in a mirror to find him. An odd relationship, but a very good one.
He had found that first intimate night with his raven-haired lover a great comfort… although not at first. With even his closest friend neglecting to visit him, he could have found it exceptionally easy to slip into a deeper ravine of depression and bury himself in it permanently. He knew he would have wanted to find a release, and he knew that to do that he would not have of hesitated to release his life to find it. Karasu had become his savior. “Relax,” he would whisper to him during his few sleepless nights, “it’s over…” and it was, something he was truly grateful for. Being Karasu’s plaything was not such a bad thing. ‘After all... he does create the most interesting games.’
With college no longer in session he had acquired a larger amount of spare time, Karasu making sure that he was always occupied with something. Boredom was a word that no longer existed in either of their vocabularies. ‘Summer, a time when the heat is so intense that it makes you melt multiple times over. Karasu could make me do that in the coldest of weather. It seems like a natural talent for him.’ Kurama smiled. It was common knowledge between them that their relationship was practically an obsession, neither quite able to exist without the other. “It’s better that way,” Karasu would say. ”Now neither of us has to worry about the other leaving them. After all, when one moves, they make sure to bring the things they love most with them... even if it isn’t really a necessity.” He couldn’t have put it in better words himself.

You are… my first, I can barely breathe; I find you fascinating;
You are… my favorite, lay you down to sleep; It’s all that I can do to stop… Love…;

Of course, this change meant that he had to alter some of his routines, but they were all replaced with better ones. Especially his nightly routine. No thorns were needed anymore. Instead they were replaced by razor sharp talons. Karasu was more than happy to indulge his new masochism, and he did it flawlessly. ‘Funny how that works, flawing something flawlessly.’ Another smile graced his lips as smooth hands trailed down his torso, scarlet-clawed fingertips ever so easily carving intricate patterns in his flesh. The result of these sessions always left an exquisite work of art on his body, something he liked to admire afterwards.
They were each other’s favorites. He was amazed when he discovered that he held the honor of being the raven’s first, and with Karasu’s apparent expertise he had expected that he was very experienced, not a virgin. ‘Good instincts, I suppose.’ That made the relationship between them all the more special. Karasu’s comments always made him blush. Ever since they had first met, Karasu had mentioned how fascinating he found him. “Simply breathtaking,” he would say at his nudity, toying with his own ebony locks. He always received Karasu’s approval when appraised, especially before they fell asleep after a long night.

So blue… so broken, paper doll decays; I haven’t left you yet;
So cold… subversive, your eyes are full of bleach; Tomorrow I will go away again… Love;

Casual foreplay… even just that could make him reach his peak. Karasu knew just how to do everything. Especially tease. He excelled at teasing, knowing which areas of his body were the most sensitive and receptive to his touch. He always teased… and he enjoyed it. A moan escaped from him as lips traveled the contours of his body, a moist tongue lapping over his wounds, sending shivers coursing throughout his body. Karasu did tend to become rough after a while. Very rough. It seemed as though the raven still had some deep-rooted animal instinct, being both possessive and dominating. He was, of course, the one possessed and dominated. Thoroughly. Talons dug deep into his back, drawing a larger and thicker amount of blood, the aphrodisiac for both fox and bird that caused this change in the first place. Karasu would always manage to pin him down with his strategic bites and roaming hands, and he would always fight back. He was always covered in bite marks the next day. ‘It’s a miracle that no one ever notices them.’ And so they would tear at each other for a portion of the night, until Karasu would finally move lower, take him in wholly and suck him dry… occasionally more than once, the second always lazily coming later in the night… before he “left” and after the actual sex. Sort of like a clean up job, and he would always hum the same song. The vibrations drove him wild.
It was amazing. At times he discovered new positions that he didn’t even think possible. Of course what was done depended on where it was being done. Sex wasn’t just limited to the bed. Floor, table, shower, roof, in the middle of the park… as it was said, ‘variety is the spice of life.’ They were both just surprised that they were never caught, with all the noise that was made. “That would be something amusing to explain, wouldn’t it Kurama?” Karasu and his morbid sense of humor… he just enjoyed watching him squirm. He would always just deviously smile back, silently promising much mischief if that ever did happen. Hopefully if it did, he wouldn’t be explaining these nightly excursions to his mother. ‘I’m sure she would guess what was occurring rather quickly.’
Of course, these ministrations would leave his dark lover drained of a large amount of energy, so Karasu rested his spirit during the day so he would have plenty of energy for this nightly routine. That meant that his lover would once again physically disappear, only a disembodied voice and reflection to prove that he was still there. They would talk most of the day. It would be about anything, school, work, sex, Makai, food, each other, having sex with each other, having sex with each other multiple times… whatever crossed their minds. He could always confide anything into Karasu, and he would respond with truthful advice. Of course, he slept through most of the day when he could, Karasu lying nestled beside him.

YOU ARE MINE, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MINE; I CAN TEAR YOU APART; I CAN RECOMBINE YOU; ALL I WANT IS TO COVET YOU ALL; YOU BELONG TO ME; I WILL KILL YOU TO LOVE YOU.

Of course… it all comes back down to Karasu’s possessiveness. He knew he would never be able to safely back out of a relationship such as the one he had with the covetous crow. This was not “’till death do us part” seeing how Karasu was already very dead to begin with. Karasu was not one for losing anything that was his, and he knew that if anything attempted to break their relationship it would be thoroughly annihilated, himself included. His own death would not mean much to his lover, just a longer eternity to spend with him… but as gruesome as it sounded, that’s exactly the way he wanted his relationship to be.
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Nothing like a description of what sex and living with Karasu is like from Kurama’s point of view… in the third person. O.o; Yeah. Well I hope you enjoyed it as much as they did, because… you know they did. A lot. Repeatedly. Oh baby. >D So… a little variety from me, hoping to cater to the many kinds of taste out there. Love, fluff, mush, blood, possessiveness, angst… lots and lots of angst… niceness and kinkiness… yeah… and if you really want to stretch it, you might consider it bestiality… almost... oh, and a bit of necrophilia as well, seeing how Karasu is dead throughout the whole thing. Let’s see how long it takes before this is taken off FF.N and I’m banned. XD
Reviews make me happy, so tell me what you think. I believe I’ll be retiring for another extended period of time after this one… and after I finish Of Light and Shadow. I’m almost done with that one. I’ll get it up. Eh… the sequel to that’s going to be… tedious. X.x;
~<3 Ninja Froggy