Karasu's Pleasure, Kurama's Ruin

Kuronue shook as he unpacked his few belongings. He was outraged at Karasu, outraged at the others, outraged at himself. “Bastard!” he hissed, throwing a shoe into the closet. “That was rape, pure and simple. Never thought he’d sink that low.” He looked around the room, chest heaving. Everything was in order, at least, for now.

There was a knock on the door and Kuronue answered it, putting on his “normal face” as he confronted Karasu. “Yeah? What is it?” he said.

Karasu smirked. “I’m going to bed. If you need me…” he turned around and looked back over his shoulder. “…feel free to ask!” he winked and prowled back to his room, flaunting himself just a little too much. Kuronue watched him leave, thinking about all the horrible things he’d like to do to that bird at the moment.

When he was sure Karasu was asleep, he opened his door and crept into the living room, locating Yoko’s cage easily enough. He quickly studied the lock and smiled to himself. With the right tools—which, unfortunately, he did not have with him at the moment—the lock could be easily broken.

Kuronue turned his attention to the balled-up Yoko, who made no response to Kuronue’s soft calling. Sighing, Kuronue came around the other side and found the himself staring into a pair of scared, angry, and resentful eyes.

“You come to fuck me too?” Yoko whispered.

Kuronue flinched away from that hateful glare and sighed. “No, Yoko. I came to apologize. I’m really sorry, Yoko. If I had known he was going to rape you I never would have egged him on.” At the fox’s huff of disbelief, Kuronue shook his head. “I know it’s hard for you to trust me, and I don’t expect you to, at least not yet. I just want to let you know that I’m going to do everything in my power to get you out of here and back home, wherever home might be.”

The fox slowly looked at him. “Ho-home?” he whispered. “Ho-home?” he snorted. “Don’t try to get my hopes up. Home is—“ he paused, his eyes filling with tears. “Home is in the Ningenkai. How are you going to get me home? Besides, why would anyone go through all that for me? You don’t even know me!” Yoko buried his face in his arms again.

Kuronue wished he could pull the fox into his arms. Instead, he gently reached through the bars of the cage and lightly touched his shoulder. Yoko flinched, but looked back at Kuronue.

“Why, Yoko? You want to know why?” Kuronue sat down alongside the caged fox. “I’ll tell you. Because I’ve always admired you for your dexterity, your bravery, your strength, your cleverness. When you ‘died’ I knew you weren’t really dead. I knew you’d find some obscure way to continue living. And then I heard someone named ‘Kurama’ had been in the Dark Tournament and had kicked ass even when three-quarters dead, and I said to myself ‘I knew it. I knew he was really out there somewhere, biding his time.’ And now, when I finally get to meet you, you’re beaten down, finally conquered, by someone you once triumphed over. It broke my heart when you looked at me, and I decided right then and there to get you out.”

Yoko stared at him in disbelief, and then the tiniest, most obscure hint of a smile appeared on his lips. “Thank you. Thank you so much,” he whispered.

Suddenly he sat up, ear twitching. Yoko violently gestured for Kuronue to go back to his room, because Karasu had heard something. Swiftly and silently, Kuronue darted back to his room and shut the door, listening from the doorway.


Karasu prowled dangerously over to Yoko’s cage and kicked it. “Who were you talking to, fox?” he snarled, kicking the cage so hard it almost tipped over.

Yoko yelped and clung to it, shaking his head. “No-no one. I-I wasn’t talking to anyone, I swear! Please, I’m serious!”

With a crash loud enough to wake the dead, Karasu kicked over the cage, Yoko yelping and clinging to the bars. “Don’t lie to me, fox!” he shouted. “I heard your voice! Who were you talking to? Answer me!!” He kicked the cage over again, and Yoko yowled as he smacked his head against the floor. He huddled against the side farthest from Karasu, shivering.
“Answer me!” Karasu shoved the cage and sent it rolling across the floor, Yoko yelping in pain.


Kuronue had enough. He flung open his bedroom door. “Karasu!” he snarled over the rattling and yelping. “What the bloody hell are you doing!?”

Karasu rounded on Kuronue. “Were you talking to him?” he snarled advancing on the bat demon.

“What? Why the hell would I be talking to him? You’ve gone crazy, Karasu. Calm down!”

Karasu stopped. “He was talking to someone. And it obviously wasn’t me, so it had to be the only other person in this house: you.”

Kuronue sighed. “Did you hear a strange voice, or just Yoko’s?” he asked, leaning against the wall.

Karasu scowled. “I only heard his. But what’s that got to do with-”

“Then did you stop to even consider the possibility that he was talking to himself!?” Kuronue interjected. “He’s scared. He’s upset. He’s probably delusional. People in that condition sometimes talk to themselves! Or maybe he was talking in his sleep!! Now drop it, calm the hell down, and go back to sleep. It’s fucking three in the morning!”

Karasu opened his mouth to argue, but quickly shut it again. Silently he turned and went back into his room, slamming the door behind him.

Both Yoko and Kuronue let out a sigh of relief. Kuronue turned to go to bed and discovered that he cage had rolled right into his room. The youkai sighed, and picked it up, staggering under its weight.

"Wha-what are you doing?” Yoko whispered.

“Getting you out of my bedroom," Kuronue murmured back. He put the fox down in the living room, wishing he didn't have to leave Yoko alone again, and flashed the fox a smile before turning and going to bed.


Morning came, and Karasu and Kuronue awoke, both very hungry. They trudged out into the living room and grunted a greeting at each other. Kuronue flopped down at the table, yawning, while Karasu dug through the kitchen for food.

Kuronue glanced at Yoko, who looked hungry, and said, “Hey, Karasu. What are you gonna feed your new pet?”

Karasu looked over at the fox and shrugged. “Nothing. He didn’t earn breakfast last night.” He came over to the table, kicking Yoko’s cage lightly as he passed. “He’s gotta work for his food. This ain’t free room and board.”

Kuronue shook his head. “You really are clueless, aren’t you? The less he eats, the less energy he has. The less energy he has, the poorer he performs. The poorer he performs, the less he eats. It’s a never ending cycle that you can stop. Give him something.”

Karasu rolled his eyes. “Fine.” He stood up. “If he wants food, he can beg for scraps like the dog he is.” The raven unlocked the door to the cage and went back to his chair.

Suppressing his rage, Yoko crawled out, his hunger overpowering his battered pride He stayed on his hands and knees and crawled over to the table, feeling his face redden as he pawed Kuronue’s leg.

The demon shot him an irritated look and Yoko stopped, not wanting to make Kuronue angry with him and make him change his mind. He slunk under the table and tugged Karasu’s pant leg, yipping when the raven kicked him. Hastily, Yoko scrambled away from Karasu’s feet and sat on the floor next to his chair. Karasu ignored him.

The fox had an idea of what would make Karasu feed him, but he wasn’t so sure he wanted to go through with that. However, his growling stomach won over his shredded pride once again, and he squirmed back under the table, stopping in front of Karasu again. Slowly and carefully Yoko unzipped Karasu’s fly without the raven realizing. The fox shuddered and closed his eyes before sticking the very tip of his master’s cock into his mouth.

Karasu grunted and dropped his fork on the ground in surprise. Yoko reached over and handed it to him, still slowly sliding the member into his mouth and trying not to gag. Karasu growled and buried his hands in Yoko’s hair, pushing him down. Yoko slid the completely hard cock all the way into his mouth and sucked as hard as he could. Karasu’s fist tightened in his hair and he moaned again, obviously pleased.

Yoko reached out and took Karasu’s balls in his hands, squeezing them as he worried the head with his tongue and teeth, being careful not to bite too hard. He felt Karasu shudder and growled around the cock, sending vibrating sound waves over the sensitive skin. He went all the way down again, and pulled the raven’s balls into his mouth as well, forcing himself not to puke.

Karasu threw his head back, moaning in pleasure. He bucked into Kurama’s mouth, breakfast forgotten, and pushed the fox’s head into his lap.

Yoko squeezed the balls and cock between his teeth and pulled up again, letting his teeth scrape the soft skin. Karasu let out a strangled sob and hissed as Kurama lowered his head. The fox took everything out of his mouth and placed the tip to his lips. He nibbled and sucked on the sensitive tip while rubbing the shaft.

“Swallow, fox” was all the warning Yoko got before Karasu came, his hot seed spilling into Yoko’s mouth. The fox gagged, but swallowed the bitter fluid and rested his head on Karasu’s thigh.

“Good boy…” Karasu growled, stroking Kurama’s hair. “Good fox…”
He stroked the fox’s face, breathing hard. “My, do you learn quickly! Good fox!”

Yoko whined in relief, knowing he'd be fed. He followed the raven on all fours into the kitchen, where Karasu turned and put his plate down on the floor for the fox. Yoko felt the shame searing through his veins as ate off the plate like a dog, Karasu's steady glare taunting him, daring him to complain.

As soon as Yoko finished, Karasu led him back into the living room, where he turned and stared at Yoko expectantly. It took a moment, but the fox realized that Karasu wanted him to stand up. He stood, unable to stop himself from quivering gently in shame and anger and fear. Kuronue appeared behind Karasu, took one look at Yoko's face, and looked ready to kill the sadistic raven.

But Kuronue only smirked and planted himself on the sofa. “So what do you plan to do with him?” he asked.

Karasu shrugged and looked evilly at Yoko. “I don’t know. Make him bleed a little; watch the blood drip down his beautiful body. Or maybe I’ll shove random objects up his tight little ass and see how much pain he can take before he falls unconscious. Or maybe-” he grinned hungrily. “-a little bit of everything. And then, if he performs to my satisfaction, I might reward him with lunch and something else of his choice.”

Yoko had shrunk back against the wall and was whimpering in fear. He cringed as the raven approached again, but did not fight when karasu grabbed his ear and dragged him into the room with the steel table. He fought tiredly as the raven tied him to the table, binding Yoko’s wrists behind his back and tied his legs together at the calves. The raven slid a leather belt under the fox’s stomach and hooked it to the ceiling so the fox was forced onto his shoulders and knees.
Y
oko whined and felt cold sweat trickle down his neck as his heart hammered frantically in his breast. He heard Karasu leave the table and rattle around the room for a little while before returning.

His sadistic master laughed harshly and smacked Yoko on the ass with a small wooden rod before pushing it up the fox’s hole. Yoko cried out in surprise and squirmed until Karasu brought his barbed whip down across his butt cheek, watching the blood drip slowly down his thighs. He pulled the rod out and put it to the side. Karasu picked up a broken sword handle, one of those fancy European ones with a large round gem on the end, and shoved it up in the rod’s place. Yoko yowled and bucked, thrashing wildly against his bonds. This time, Karasu didn’t stop him. Watching the fox squirm in pain made him very hard, and the blood on the baby-smooth bottom made him shiver.

Karasu disposed of the sword hilt and slapped the fox across the ass with a wooden ruler. The fox jumped, and Karasu snickered before giving the fox a beating of a lifetime. Again and again the wood connected with a loud noise. The fox could feel it only as a steady burn that got worse with every strike. He yowled again, tears jumping into his eyes. He struggled and thrashed, but the ruler found its mark every time, raising angry red welts on his backside. The fox whined and screamed again, finally giving up his struggle.

“You like, that, dontcha bitch?” Karasu snarled, bringing the ruler down with all his strength.

“No...please, stop..." Yoko sobbed, jerking every time he was struck.

Karasu brought the ruler down so hard it snapped clean in two and hissed, “Wrong answer!” before shoving the sharp piece of wood up Kurama’s hole.

The fox’s screech faded into a heaving sob as splinters buried themselves in his ass. He shuddered and felt hot tears of shame and hopelessness run down his face. He screamed again as Karasu began furiously raping him with the sharp ruler, and turned his head so he was lying on his other cheek. He blinked, and felt his one thread of hope break, and with it his last ounce of resistance. Kuronue was leaning in the doorway, watching with a massive erection and waiting for Karasu to notice him.

Karasu noticed him seconds after Yoko did, and stopped his ruler-rape momentarily. “Watching the fun, Kuronue? Or would you rather join?” He smirked, dragging his claws across Yoko’s welted backside.

Kuronue waited for Yoko’s tired scream to subside before smirking back and approaching. “Well, since you offered, and seeing as I have nothing more to do, I think I might do just that!”

Yoko moaned and collapsed against the belt, feeling every last bit of hope drain from his body as his only escape route was cut off. He shut his eyes and shivered, letting the tears of betrayal and hopelessness spill down his face.

Kuronue came over to stand next to Karasu and moaned, running his hand across the fox’s backside and momentarily dipping his finger into the abused hole. “What else can we try to shove up there?” he growled, digging his nails into the red butt cheek.

Karasu moaned as Yoko keened in pain and licked away the blood on Yoko’s thighs. He looked at Kuronue. “I’ll let you choose, seeing as you’re the guest.”

Kuronue walked away, prowling through the dungeon as he searched for something. Yoko trembled as the bat approached again, catching the glint of light off of steel from the corner of his eyes. He yelped as Kuronue slapped him across the ass with the object, and felt his butt muscles clench in fear.

And suddenly, the bat shoved the blunt dagger up his hole. Yoko screamed and thrashed, trying to shake loose. The knife didn’t have razor sharp edges, but it was enough to make him bleed. Kuronue slowly began to pull it in and out, his breathing heavy, watching the fox squirm in pain. His conscious and the little voice inside his head both screamed at him, but he ignored them both, drinking in Yoko’s beautiful, slender, defeated body like water. His cock strained against his pants, wanting to be in the dagger’s place. He twisted the knife, and closed his eyes as Yoko screamed again, his body writhing like a landed fish.

Viciously he pumped the knife in and out of the fox’s body, moaning in need. Karasu growled hungrily over the bat’s shoulder, unknowingly pressing his own erection against Kuronue’s ass.

Kuronue pulled the knife out of the fox and licked up the blood that dribbled out. Yoko whined, feeling jolts of pleasure hit his groin as the bat slid his tongue up where the dagger was, licking up any blood it could find.

Karasu shoved him out of the way and tore off his clothing, breathing hard. Kuronue stopped him and whispered into his ear, so quietly that even the sharp-eared Yoko couldn’t hear.

Karasu laughed. “I like the way you think, bat. Now, how are we going to do this...?”

After another few seconds, Kuronue shoved both his hands into Yoko’s ass and spread his cheeks as far apart as he could, holding the fox wide open. Karasu pushed slowly into the yowling fox, and Kuronue removed one hand, keeping the other where it was.

Yoko didn’t like where this was going. He whimpered in pain and fear as Kuronue stretched him open even further, tearing a few muscles as he did. He squeezed his eyes shut and whined, preparing himself for the worst.

Kuronue took a deep breath and began to slowly force his way into Yoko’s already occupied ass. He pulled his hand away and wrapped his arms around the fox’s thighs, pulling Yoko onto him.

All three demons saw stars as both Karasu and Kuronue shoved themselves up Yoko. The fox let out an earsplitting screech that rattled the windowpanes and bucked like a wild animal, still screeching.

Karasu slapped his ass and yelled, “Shut up!” before pulling out and ramming back in, Kuronue following his lead. Yoko sobbed in pain as they started to alternate, one pushing in while the other pulled out, and felt several more muscles tear.

Karasu screamed in pure pleasure, going as fast as he could, rubbing against the bat and pounding ruthlessly into Yoko’s abused hole. The friction generated enough heat to fry an egg, and both demons became dizzy with pleasure as the tight body squirmed beneath them.

Yoko went hoarse and collapsed in exhaustion, mind spinning in pain. He drifted in and out of awareness for a moment, and then fell into a merciful state of unconsciousness.