Kindred Spirits: Reign of Terror

Kindred Spirits: Reign of Terror

Chapter Three: Second Attempt

Kurama, in human form, his lust calmed down, headed to Genkai’s temple anticipating attack every step. Karasu wasn’t the center of his fear--no, it was the strange male with him.

“He controls shadows--he had me at his mercy. If he hadn’t released me….” Kurama shivered inside and shook his head to block images of what Karasu and the stranger had planned to do. He should’ve went after the stranger instead of Karasu after he was freed -- should’ve wounded him if not killed him, but he focused on who’d been visible -- Karasu. “I should’ve killed him outright -- not toyed with him….”

His cheeks burned red as he remembered what state Karasu brought him to -- it took all his self-control to not fuck the crow demon into the ground as Youko. Even now his demon blood cursed him for not taking advantage of the situation while his intellect scolded him for not killing at least one of his assailants.

“Next time I will kill them. I swear it.”

“Kill who, Kurama?”

“Karasu.” Kurama answered Yusuke as he passed the Spirit Detective on the path to Genkai’s; his expression holding a rage just before boiling.

“Huh? But he’s….”

“He’s alive -- he attacked me.”

Yusuke’s eyes widened as he followed the fox demon up the stairs to the temple.

“How? You killed him!”

“I do not know, Yusuke. But he has an accomplice -- someone whose powers were almost my downfall.”

“There’s someone that strong? But you killed him, right?”

“No.” Kurama, sensing a change in the air, stopped and glared ahead -- his eyes narrowed at the strange shadow that appeared. Then the shadow faded, revealing a copper-skinned male. “You!” The fox demon readied his rose whip, while Yusuke, seeing Kurama tense, readied his fists and glared ahead, expecting to see Karasu or a worse demon.

Instead he saw the copper-skinned, blond Marik, and sensing no demonic aura from him, he lowered his guard.

“Stay on guard, Yusuke, he’s Karasu’s accomplice.”

Hearing that Yusuke tensed up, readying his aura for an attack.

“Relax. I’m not here to attack. Though I could overpower you both in seconds if I wanted.” Marik drawled, eyeing Kurama and then Yusuke with interest.

“Oh yeah? Well, you cocky bastard, here’s the ass-beating you asked for.” Yusuke charged Marik before Kurama could shout ‘no’, the detective’s fist connecting with Marik’s cheek.

The blow knocked Marik to the ground, unconscious for a second, but the moment Yusuke readied another punch, Marik stood and willed his shadows around the detective’s arms.

“What the hell?!” Yusuke struggled to move his arms from the shadows, but they remained un-budging -- the next second he screamed as the shadows tightened around his arms like vises.

“I said I’m not here to attack -- so don’t make me. I already want to kill someone -- I advise you not to add yourself to that list.” Marik released Yusuke’s arms, stopping just before the breaking point and a second after Kurama lunged.

Easily the shadows shielded him against the blow and wrenched the whip out of Kurama’s grasp.

“You’re trying my patience.”

“What the fuck are you? Fuck.” Yusuke glared at his hands, paralyzed with pain, and then at Marik, frozen with frustration.

“A personality. Product of the shadows. And your worst enemy if you attack me again.” Marik growled out the last sentence, making his threat clear.

“Why isn’t Karasu with you?” Kurama stood eyeing their surroundings, ready to flee with Yusuke at one hint of the crow demon.

“Don’t even mention that bastard.”

Kurama flicked his eyes to Marik at the venom lacing his words.

“You’re still angry with him. But you couldn’t be angry if you saved him from me.” Kurama spoke carefully each syllable, not completely putting down his guard.

“He made the mistake of angering me more.” Marik seethed, trailing his fingers over the gash on his cheek as he remembered Karasu’s transgressions. Next he removed his hand and glared into Kurama’s emerald eyes. “Don’t mistake me, I’m not going to help you subdue him. I’m just here to warn you of his new plan -- his ‘fool-proof’ plan to get you to submit.”

“And this plan is?”

“He’s going after the one you care about most.” Marik replied, vanishing into shadow the next second.

“ ‘The one you care about most’? He couldn’t be anymore vague….” Yusuke mumbled, not noticing Kurama tensing up or drawing in breath.

“No, I’ll kill him.” Kurama growled, eyes glinting yellow as he turned around, attracting Yusuke’s attention.

“Kurama….”

The fox demon rotated his head to look into the detective’s eyes, a tremble running through his body though he tried hard to suppress the fear.

“Karasu’s going after my mother, Yusuke.”

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Drawing in breath, then licking his lips Karasu stared out the window, grinning when he heard the house door slam open. He waited, counting the seconds until he heard footsteps rush up the stairs, pausing outside the bedroom door. The crow demon did nothing to hide his aura, just grinned to himself as he sensed his guest’s fear as the door opened.

Flowing red hair accenting emerald eyes, Kurama’s appearance enticed him even as the fox demon’s eyes narrowed surveying the room before glaring at him.

“Where is she?”

“Heh.” Karasu moved in a flash, coming up in front of Kurama three inches away; he grabbed onto the fox demon’s chin before Kurama could instinctively back away.

“Karasu….”

“She’s safe -- for now, as long as you do as I wish.” Karasu brought his lips to Kurama’s, silencing any protest -- a chastised kiss, just a touching of lips. “You’ll agree to do what I want -- you want her safe, body and soul.”

The crow demon stared into Kurama’s eyes, seeing the flame of defiance smothered by the cloud of worry as the fox demon nodded his head.

“On your knees.”

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Bakura, waiting in the next room, traced a finger around the millennium ring hanging around his neck; his eyes lazily surveying the room, gliding their view over the bed and curtains draped in light pastels, the mahogany dresser and end tables. Each thing mundane, pristine but mundane.

Next his chocolate eyes alighted on the figure sprawled on the floor beside the open closet -- female, long black hair, lids closed over dark eyes. Kurama’s human mother, in that unconscious state created when a body’s soulless.

“Heh.” He wrapped his fingers around the miniature laying in his palm -- the exact likeness as the unconscious woman upon the floor, with the soul housed inside. “Even if Kurama does what Karasu wants, he still has to do what I say to save his precious human mother.”

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“Ka….” Kurama grit his teeth against the defiance within and sank to his knees in front of the black attired crow demon. He knew what Karasu wanted him to do, he didn’t like it one bit, but he knew he had to -- at least until his mother was safe; then he’d pay Karasu back tenfold.

“You know what I want -- put that mouth of yours to good use.”

Kurama froze the muscles in his face, refusing to reveal any emotion as he brought his hands to Karasu’s pants; as he undid the button clasping the cloth together, Karasu’s hardness prodded against his hand -- he wanted to back away, disgusted, but he refused to show any weakness. He didn’t want to give Karasu that satisfaction.

Free from its confines, Karasu’s erection lay in front of Kurama who couldn’t help trembling as he brought his lips to it.

That light touch from the fox demon’s lips sent fire through Karasu, and he grabbed Kurama’s red hair with relish, his blue eyes glinting scarlet. Karasu drew in a breath as Kurama brought the member into his mouth; a hot moist cavern.

Blocking out thought, Kurama brought the member deeper into his mouth, sucking on it; he heard Karasu’s breath grow heavy, and tasted the pre-cum dripping from the tip. Removing his mouth, Kurama trailed his tongue over the shaft -- from base to tip, licking the dribble of pre-cum from the slit.

“Kurama.” Karasu breathed, his eyes squinting in pleasure, his nails digging into Kurama’s scalp; he didn’t know what was more satisfying, being pleasured this way or having the fox demon pleasure him this way.

Sensing Karasu’s approaching orgasm, Kurama wrapped the member with his mouth again, his left hand handling the sac at the base. The sound of Karasu’s heavy breathing, the smell of sweat lit a spark within him -- Youko’s instincts, and he suppressed them even as he sucked Karasu’s throbbing cock. The release burst to the back of his throat, Karasu’s cum an unique taste on his tongue. He lingered over the taste for a moment before spitting in on the floor, cheeks light pink from Youko’s thoughts flashing through.

“I’d have preferred you to swallow.” Karasu breathed and ran his fingers through Kurama’s red-locks,; so vibrant, so crimson, so like the blood he craved. “Still defiant even when I hold all the cards.” The crow demon knelt and gazed at eye level with Kurama, his jewel-blue eyes cold, contrasting the spark of his slightly curved lips. “That makes me want you even more. Breaking someone as challenging as you is irresistible. and I know your reputation as Youko -- I know what I risk. That just makes it more exhilarating.” he brought his lips to Kurama’s, a bruising kiss swelling the fox demon’s lips. His teeth bit into the rose flesh, split the skin to the crimson yield pushing its way out.

The dribble of blood from the punctures reddened the plush lips, the scent of blood setting Karasu’s body aflame. He dived into Kurama’s neck, his mouth exploring the hot spot -- something he inferred when Kurama gasped and tightened his body; the hotspot at his mercy he sucked and inched his hand up Kurama’s side, to the left nipple. The rosy nub between his fingers felt so right, he felt loathed to leave it until it was ripe and erect. Then he moved to the right.

After a few harsh breaths Kurama fell silent, his thoughts focused on distancing his mind from his body -- Karasu could have his body but not his mind, not who he was. He would never submit his soul -- his body was sacrificial.

He distanced his mind, as someone raped would distance theirs until a dissociative state, his thoughts flying to a blank abyss -- then a sharp pain brought him back. Only for a moment he saw Karasu leaning over his fallen form, the left side of his face burning and Karasu’s expression fuming. It faded back to nothing.

“….I will kill your mother.” He heard those words, his retreat vanishing, blood pumping with fear -- the look in Karasu’s eyes fire, the ruthlessness of frustration.

“What, Karasu?”

“If you’re not fully conscious during this I will kill your mother. Do not think you can escape in your head. I’ll make sure you don’t return, then who will save your precious mother from my wrath?”

Kurama trembled, closed his eyes and heard his heart thump against his ribcage -- a caged animal fighting at its bars, the songbird gone wild. He felt Karasu pull him back to kneeling, a pale hand at his waist, then lips at his right nipple. He swallowed and the heat pushed through him, the moist tongue trailing circles around the erect nub; Karasu’s stray hand playing with his navel.

“Ah.” Kurama moaned, then bit his lip, his note of pain released from the fresh soreness of his punctured lip. Karasu moved to his other nipple, his fingers straying to Kurama’s pants. He chucked as he brushed his hand over the fox demon’s clothed groin. “Ah.”

“You’re enjoying this -- and are fully aware of it, good.”

Fire on his cheeks, Kurama moaned through clenched teeth as Karasu’s hand strayed to his groin and stayed there rubbing his hardening cock. The caresses through his pants stirred him away from his determination; he thrust against Karasu’s hand, his breath ragged, lust surmounting his collectiveness.

Karasu chuckled, once again attacking the juncture of Kurama’s neck, his hand slipping into the fox demon’s pants. He held Kurama securely as the fox squirmed with each touch of Karasu’s fingers on his erection.

A gasp parted Kurama’s lips, and an unadulterated moan escaped from his throat when Karasu released his erection from his pants and stroked the stiff muscle. Too soon Karasu’s hand left, leaving the tightness in his stomach, and the heat between his legs unsatisfied.

“Karasu….” Kurama bit his lip, registering the need in his voice and hating it. He inhaled as he felt his pants slip off, pulled away by Karasu; his half-lidded eyes attuned to the ceiling, he released his breath. Then he felt Karasu’s fingers at his entrance. “No!” Kurama growled and grabbed Karasu’s offending hand, his eyes glinting yellow with Youko’s aura. “I’m never….”

“Do you want your mother to die?” Karasu smirked as Kurama’s resistance fell while the Youko within still struggled against submission. He smirked when Kurama spread his legs and leaned back against his chest; he felt the heat of the fox’s flesh, and licked his lips. Karasu bit the juncture of Kurama’s neck between head and shoulder as he pushed two fingers into Kurama’s entrance.

Two fingers scissor inside that tight cavern, deep until they touched that bundle of nerves; blood rushed to Karasu’s groin at Kurama’s gasp, he added a third finger, jabbing all three inside the fox’s sweet cavern.

“Ah…ah….” Kurama closed his eyes, the pleasure blocking all thought; he bit his lip when he felt Karasu’s hand around his cock, using the pre-cum to slick it. He felt those fingers massaging his sac, then stroke his cock focusing on the sensitive tip. Kurama arched his back as Karasu passed his thumb over the slit and plunged his fingers deeper into the fox. “AH…gah….”

“You should see your expressions….beautiful.” Karasu whispered in Kurama’s ear, his tongue trailing along the lobe; he removed his fingers from inside Kurama, focusing on the fox’s cock. He licked his lips watching Kurama’s face, and feeling him lean against his chest, legs spread wide. “You want this badly…don’t you? How long has it been?”

Karasu grinned at Kurama’s reddened cheeks and brought his lips to his. His tongue dominating Kurama’s mouth, exploring every inch, sucking in the taste -- his strokes on Kurama’s cock firmer and rough. The fox demon shuddered against his chest and broke the kiss, breath heavy and rapid.

“Ka…ra…su.” His eyes half-lidded, Kurama glanced at the crow demon’s hands, skin flushed with heat as he watched and felt those hands stroke his cock. “Ah…ha….” He moaned as Karasu pushed him down onto his side, stroking harder, drawing forth his orgasm. Kurama exploded in Karasu’s hand, silencing his moan-scream by biting his lip.

“Delicious, your writhing body is so tempting….” Karasu pressed against Kurama’s body, watching him settle down from the throes of climax. He laughed before thrusting into the fox demon’s tight entrance, the heat pushing through him from his cock. “So tight….am I the first to take you in this body, Kurama?”

“Nn…ah….” Kurama twisted away, struggling to escape the pain; he writhed as Karasu held him down and thrust harder -- harder until he wrenched a scream from the fox demon’s lips. “Gah!”

“Scream louder…pet.” Karasu rammed into the fox demon, his eyes fully scarlet, one sharp incisor biting over his pursed bottom lip. The screams and blood from Kurama’s body prodded him on, pushed him closer to his peak; his veins pumping adrenaline.

Karasu came hard, filling Kurama with his cum as he rode out his climax, the scent of blood fresh in the air. Pulling out, he glared at the blood and semen leaking from Kurama’s hole, and licked his lips; he grabbed the fox demon by his long red hair matted with sweat and relished Kurama’s whimper of pain.

“Heh.” Karasu pushed Kurama back to the floor, watching each heaving breath; he flipped the fox demon to his back and stepped on his chest, pausing only when he felt a rib crack in Kurama’s chest. “Human bodies are so frail…so pathetic….but frailty is so appealing to break.” He kicked Kurama, falling deep into thought before sighing; he turned around and stepped out of the room, passing Bakura as the blond walked to Kurama.

A/N: End Chapter