Kindred Spirits: Reign of Terror

Warning Codes For This Chapter: Anal, Tent, M/M, Rape fic, crossover.

Kindred Spirits: Reign of Terror
Chapter 4

Yusuke cursed, trapped by Marik's shadows. His limbs bound by the blond, he struggled and glared at Marik.

"You son of a bitch! Let me go, goddamn it!" The spirit detective spat, unable to move nor raise his reiki. Resistance seemed impossible, yet he tried like a rabid dog to free himself.

"No. You've angered me. I was going to let you go help that Kurama friend of yours, but...." Marik sneered at the black haired teen. Just minutes after the fox demon had rushed off to stop Karasu, Yusuke had called the Egyptian a coward for disappearing without a fight. Something Marik refused to ignore. "....I'll teach you to know when you're beaten and to walk away with your tail between your legs like a good mutt."

"Oh, wait 'til I get my hands free, I'll beat you to a bloody pulp you fuckin' shit!" Yusuke shouted at the Egyptian, eyes livid at Marik's words. "You're the one who'll be running away with his tail between his legs!! Like the bitch you are!"

"Heh." Marik smirked, his eyes vivid with anger. He used his shadows to lift the spirit detective in the air, and pulled the dark-haired teen's arms behind his back. "Heh heh. I wonder how long you'll be disobedient, mutt."

"Stop calling me a mutt, damn it!"

"Heh." Marik held out his hand and motioned his shadows to pull Yusuke's legs apart. He then motioned another shadow tendril to rub against the spirit detective's groin.

"Ewh...what the hell?!" Yusuke felt the jolt as his flaccid cock was caressed through his pants. He grimaced and bit down on his lip as the shadow continued its ministrations. "Stop it you freak! I'm not into that shit!"

"Oh? Heh." Marik licked his lip and manipulated one of his shadow-tentacles to slip beneath the spirit detective's pants. He enjoyed the look on Yusuke's face as the shadow-tentacle wrapped around the teen's cock. "I don't care."

"Ah! Fuck!" Yusuke clenched his teeth and tried desperately to pull away from Marik's shadows. An act both futile and amusing. The shadow continued stroking his cock, the caress sensuous and titillating. "Ah, ah...."

"You're enjoying it, aren't ya? You love it when your master strokes you, don't ya?. Heh."

"Get. A. Life." Yusuke growled through his teeth, struggling to calm his burgeoning erection. The heat growing between his legs from the Egyptian's shadow caresses refused to be stifled. It wasn't long before his cock was slicked with pre-cum. "Oh! Ah hah...ahh."

Yusuke moaned as the heat spread, and the rubbing got firmer. He thrust his hips toward the shadow-tentacle, his lusting body desperate for more contact. The heat inflamed him to the point where he ignored another tentacle slipping beneath the back of his pants. Not until this second shadow-tentacle rubbed against his asshole did he realize what was happening.

"Shit! Not there! Stop....ah ah oh! His protest turned into a moan as the tentacle around his cock stroked him more firmly; the touch lifting him to just before that peak his body desperately craved. "Ah ah. AH! Ohh..."

"Heh." Marik laughed as the shadow-tentacle plunged into Yusuke's tight hole, ravaging the teen with it's ephemeral substance. The moan's escaping the spirit detective's mouth were all he needed to entice his own arousal to the tipping point. He came the same moment he allowed Yusuke to, his eyes narrowed in pleasure.

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Kurama hissed in pain as he awoke, his body screaming at him. The soreness and his exhaustion chased away the sliver of hope that it'd simply been a nightmare. He cursed, and was attacked suddenly by a coughing fit stemming from a broken rib poking against his lung.

"Fuck." He hissed, coughing up a few drops of blood. The sky outside the window seemed to have darkened considerably since he'd collapsed. He also no longer sensed his mother in the other room. Eyes widening with fear mixed with rage, Kurama forced himself to his knees then further onto his feet; his body rebelling the entire way. "Fuck!"

"I'd have thought you'd want a break from that, after what Kara-chan did." Bakura smirked as he watched the fox demon flinch, and laughed when Kurama narrowed his eyes. The fox demon's glowing yellow eyes instead of provoking fear were simply amusing. "Hold on a second before you go trying to tear my head off, I have something you'd want back."

Bakura held out the miniature figurine of Kurama's mother, Shiori.

"You...." Kurama snarled, sensing his mother's life-force from inside the doll. He bristled and readied his vines to shoot out the moment Bakura moved.

"Ooh, scary." Bakura taunted, before surprising the fox demon by tossing the figurine at him. He grinned. "It's not that I don't get aroused by you, but....I have a favor to request of you."

"And what is that?" Kurama spat after catching the doll in his hand, his expression saying 'I don't owe you any favors.'

"Scary, scary. I thought you'd supposed to be one of the good guys in this realm, that isn't the expression you give someone who saved your mother from being violated like you were."

Kurama blinked, though his eyes quickly narrowed in distrust. "What?" He growled, disliking the laughing tone in the stranger's voice.

"Kara-chan had wanted to ravage your mother before you got here, and after you passed out. I managed to talk him out of it at first by sealing her soul in that doll you're holding, and while he was having fun with you I took the precaution of hiding her body where he couldn't find it."

"What? I....why would you do that?" Kurama asked, his anger abated though his suspicion was not. There had to be a reason for Karasu's partner to aid him.

"You seem like someone who'd pay back a favor like this, so...." Bakura approached the fox demon, stopping close enough where he could almost breathe in Kurama's crimson hair.

"What do you want?" Kurama narrowed his eyes, the yellowish glow returning to them. He half expected the blond male to request physical compensation of the sort Karasu had forced on him. The chuckle from the stranger surprised him.

"Like I said, you do make me aroused, but I'd rather not have to settle for a consolation prize when the grand prize is near enough to grasp." Bakura replied enigmatically. He smirked and teasingly touched the fox demon's lips. "I heard from Kara-chan that you have connections with the afterlife - what you call the spirit world - right?"

"Yes." Kurama hissed, stilling his urge to lunge at the teen. Though he had his mother's soul, Bakura had her body, and the only sure means of returning her soul to it.

"I'd like you to get whoever in charge to do me a favor. Since the afterlife is interconnected through the different realms, I'd like to arrange a meeting with a soul who's passed in my realm."

"That's....I can't guarantee you'll get your request...."

"That'll be fine, as long as you can get a message delivered to that person. He'll be sure to finagle his way back to our realm's living world." Bakura caressed Kurama's chin, before letting go just as sudden. "Or would you rather pay me back by being ass-fucked by me the same as you were by Kara-chan?"

"....what you're doing isn't 'asking' a favor, but rather coercing my help. Give me my mother's body back. Then I'll consider it a 'request'." Kurama grabbed Bakura's wrist and then wrapped one of his vines around the blond's throat.

"Oh. Fine." Bakura chuckled, his brown eyes staring into Kurama's green ones. He swallowed back his indignation at Kurama's vine tightened threateningly around his neck, and raised both his hands in a 'oh well' gesture. “I've sent her body to the Yu-gi-oh universe and she's in the care of some people I know there – not really my friends, which to you is a good thing. Since they're your run-of-the-mill good guys.”

The fox demon continued to coldly watch the blond, conflicted as to whether or not to trust Bakura.


A/N: It's been a few years since I updated this fic, and I hope those of you who've waited for an update enjoy this chapter. And future ones.