Centennial

Centennial
Adaptation Part Two

In another place, Yusuke was attempting to do the laundry, when Kurama slipped in behind him, his slender hands moved around his waist ans into his front jean pockets. He squeezed the firming appendage he found there. Yusuke groaned.

“The children are asleep,” Kurama whispered hoarsely. “Shall we take advantage of that?”

“Oh, somehow I don’t think you mean taking a nap ourselves,” Yusuke replied. Indeed it was evident from the way Kurama caressed his hips and sides that napping was the farthest thing from his mind.

Kurama, ever the adventurer, didn’t even bother to lure Yusuke into the bedroom before he began his seduction. Right there in the laundry room, standing in front of the washer, Kurama used his expert skills to bring Yusuke to full arousal.

“Hold on to it,” Kurama instructed as he bent Yusuke forward over the washer. Yusuke could feel the subtle hum and sway as the motor turned the drum, and the water inside washed from one side to another. It permeated into his body into an oddly arousing way. He was sure Kurama was aware of the affect, beautiful conniving fox.

In short order their pants where pooled around their ankles, Yusuke’s shirt pushed up to collar. Kurama was thrusting inside of him. It was probably a little less than a romantic set up, lacking the rose petals on silk sheets and scented candles like in a romance novel. But the terrycloth towel Kurama had slid under Yusuke’s upper body was just as good as a silk sheet, its texture providing the loveliest friction on his nipples. And the laundry detergent smelled as good as any boutique bought candle. As for rose petals, their erotic appeal couldn’t compare to the sensation of Kurama’s silkily smooth hair as it swept over his back and tickled his skin.

“Ohh, K‘rama,” Yusuke moaned, reaching for his dick. Kurama snatched his hand and pinned it to the lid of the washer. Yusuke protested, “What are you doing? I need to come. And it ain’t like you’re gonna last much longer.”

“Bear with me,” Kurama said. Yusuke swallowed. He knew what it meant when Kurama said that. Kurama increased his speed and force, each blow producing a resounding BONG BONG as their bodies slapped against the sheet metal shell of the washer.

Kurama thrust hard and fast, heating up Yusuke’s entrance like a little fiery ring, while aiming each blow precisely to barely graze his sweet spot. Oh, if Kurama didn’t know how to juxtapose sensations! Burning frictions and phantom sensations, and at the same time his hot fingers traced his skin and washer hummed rhythmically against his thighs. He was so close to coming, but Kurama wouldn’t let him touch himself and fall over the edge.

They sweated. They panted, moaned and whimpered. And they writhed against the machine. It went BONG BONG BONG! Yusuke called, “Kurama!”

“Yusuke!” Kurama grunted. Just then he reached out and turned the dial on the washer to spin. In an instant the machine was vibrating and bucking against Yusuke’s bear form as if it too wanted to make love to his excellent body.

Yusuke arched into it screaming, “Holy crap! Oh god. Oh damn. Oh oh, so good--the spin cycle, who knew? Unnn, is this what you do with your day fox, fuck the washer? UNGH!” Yusuke’s words dissolved into mindless chatter. He shot his load onto the side of the washer. Kurama followed suite only seconds after. They sunk, together, to the laundry room floor.

“I think I’m ready to take you up on that nap now,” Kurama said.

Just then the back door swung open with a resounding BAM! “We got a serious problem!” The blue haired ferry pilot, Botan, barged in. She paused, blinked several times, taking in the tableau. At last she said, “Oh, uh, is this a resolution or a complication?” She indicated the couple’s states of undress.

Yusuke and Kurama jumped as if woken from a spell and quickly tried to cover themselves. After wrapping a towel around his hips, Yusuke scratched his head and answered, “Gee, I didn’t think about that. Man, I hope it doesn’t complicate things.”

“We haven’t really discussed anything,” Kurama frowned, “I suppose we should soon. But first things first, you said there was a problem?”

“Oh yes,” Botan said, seriously again, “Hiei is missing.”

“What?” Yusuke exclaimed.

“Are you sure he’s just not hiding?” Kurama pressed, “He does that when he’s stressed.”

Botan shook her head. “We got the call from Mukuro. She said she sent him out on some piddling errand and he never came back. For that matter he never reached his destination. She thought that he might have returned to the human world without notifying her, but Spirit World’s established portals have no record of him passing through in the past few days.”

“He wouldn’t have taken an unofficial portal,” Kurama asserted, “Those are chancy, often unstable, and you never know where they’ll let out-- if they let you out.”

“Then he’s somewhere in demon world,” Yusuke said, “Did ya brains think to look there.”

“Of course not, because we’re complete idiots,” Botan rebuked him. “We’ve gone over the entire area with our satellite scanners, but we’ve yet to pick up on his energy. Not a blip.”

“You don’t think he’s…” Yusuke couldn’t even say it.

“ Dead?” Botan supplied, “No, if he were dead, he would have shown up at the Gates of Judgment. His energy is probably not being detected because it’s very low-- which either means he’s injured or captured and under wards.”

“That might be worse than death for a person as proud as Hiei,” Kurama muttered. “But who would want to capture Hiei?”

“He’s made enemies,” Botan shrugged, “It could be a rival or just some punk who wants to make a name for himself or… oh it could be anyone really. You‘ll just have to find him to find out.”

“It’s a search and rescue mission, then,” Kurama said. “If the aerial scanners have failed we’ll just have to track him the old fashioned way.”

“You mean, like on foot, following tracks in the mud and smells on trees?” Yusuke asked.

“I have plenty of experience in it,” Kurama assured him. To Botan, “We’ll need a map of the area Hiei was supposed to be in, a report on locale populace, and a babysitter.”

“Eh, I can do the first two, but the third, uh, why don’t you ask Yukina?” Before anymore could be said, Botan was on her oar and flying away.

They did go to see Yukina, but upon hearing the uncertain fate that had befallen her brother, she insisted on going too. They tried to talk her out of it, told her that the demon world was dangerous and if anybody was to accompany them it should be Kuwabara who had strength and fighting abilities. To which she sharply informed them that she was FROM the demon world and knew its dangers plenty, and reminded them of her healing abilities. Plus she claimed a type of twin empathy that would be invaluable to locating Hiei.

Thus the girl could not be swayed and Yusuke and Kurama found themselves walking down a demon forest road, with Yukina a few paces ahead, dressed in cool blue breeches and jersey, rather then her usual kimono. Though the most shocking was the short blade they watched bouncing against her backside. The two men wondered briefly if she actually knew how to use it or if it was just for show.

“I don’t feel as though he’s anywhere near,” Yukina said. “Are you getting anything Kurama?”

Kurama sniffed the air and shook his head, “Hiei’s so talented with his aura he can even mask his smell. Even if he didn’t, so many apparitions pass this highway that it would be hard to pick out one.”

“Look, a town in two miles,” Yusuke pointed out a sign, nearly grown over with vines. “If the road passes through it, surely someone saw him. Hiei ain’t the kind of guy ya miss, ya know. We can ask around.”

“Yes, good thinking,” Kurama said giving Yusuke a covert pinch on the rear. Or not so covert. “We could get a couple of rooms and stay there the night, too.”

Yukina giggled, “You know, I like it better when you two are getting along.”

“I like it better too,” Kurama gave Yusuke a meaningful look.

“Yeah, it kinda sucked when we were arguing all the time. I almost forgot how tight we were and stuff,” Yusuke added, “But we’re even closer now, ya know….”

“Look there’s someone ahead. We can ask him about the town down the road,” She shot ahead of them, “Mister, oh mister, do you know of the town ahead?”

“Aye, I go there to trade the herbs and spices I grow at me home for whatever my blessed simple needs be.” He was a shriveled old lizard man with no teeth in his head, a bent spine and a tail that dragged behind him in the dust, not having the energy enough to lift it.

“So these are friendly folks who do not mind visitors?” Yukina pressed. It was important to know because many villages were distrustful of strangers, thus wouldn’t put them up in an inn, let alone answer the questions they had about Hiei.

“For the most part,” the old demon said chewing his tongue in his gummy mouth. “Though they might be a bit… tease at this time.”

“Why’s that?” Yusuke said, coming up on the conversation.

“Well ya see, most folks here make their bread, mining the salt mines over yonder,” the old man explained, “And they use this road to move to and from the mine. But a few days ago a section of the road, just a few miles past town, up and blew up-- don’t know why. But there ain’t no mining until the road be fixed.”

“The road blew up?” Yusuke was awed, “That’s not a common occurrence, is it? Their ain’t like volcano stuff around here?”

“No, there aren’t,” Kurama said contemplatively, “And the timing of it does seem awfully coincidental. I’d like to see this blown up section of the road.”

They thanked the old demon and not too long later, the group had hot footed it to the aforementioned section of the road. They had expected to find a patch of ruined road, the ground disheveede and uneven. What they found was more or less a crater. The old man had not been kidding when he said the road blew up. Kurama crawled down into the depression. He spotted a red-brown smudge on one of the displaced hunks of stone, sniffed it.

“It’s Hiei’s blood, but don’t worry there’s not much. It looks like he just sustained a scratch in the explosion,” Kurama reported.

“He walked away from it then,” Yukina said hopefully.

“Or dragged away,” Yusuke added somberly. “This didn’t happen by itself, someone caused this explosion.”

“Right you are,” Kurama told him, “I smell an aura charge mixed in with the explosives-- its somehow… familiar.” Kurama paled. “It can’t be.”

“It can’t be what, Kurama?” Yusuke demanded, “Kurama? Kurama!”

Kurama shook his head, “It couldn’t be.”
* * *
Rows of ugly leering faces stared at him, greedy lustful creatures without a shred of moral fiber in their bodies. They were acquaintances of Karasu’s, or so Hiei surmised. They were there to witness his wedding day. Karasu pulled him down the aisle by a thin, but remarkably strong chain that attacked to his aura draining wrist cuffs. The demons in their rows chortled and elbowed each other. It was his ‘dress’ they that entertained them so.

Karasu picked it. It was a white wedding western styled dress, not the beautiful explosions of color like was traditional in Japanese culture. It seemed appropriate to Hiei, in Japanese culture, white meant death and he did feel like his life was coming to an end.

The dress covered his arms, shoulders and back, but left his chest completely exposed, so that everyone could see his rosy little nipples, pinched between silvery clamps that were bound together by a sting of pearls. The waist was synched tightly and then bellowed out into a full, flowing skirt made of multiple layers of white silk and crinoline. But a panel was purposely missing from the front, so that Hiei’s manhood showed plainly. Karasu had placed a slivery ring around the base of his cock. A string of beads ran the length of the underside of his cock connecting to a loop at the head. The thing must have had an enchantment on it because in spite of his dower mood, Hiei was fully erect.

His long white veil was held in place by a thick silvery band, like the ones on his wrists. It served a duel purpose to hold Jagan at bay. In spite of that, Hiei was almost glad for it. The veil hid the blush of shame on his face that would have otherwise delighted his unwanted groom.

Karasu gave him a rough tug, wanting him to progress faster. But walking was made uncomfortable by an unseen string of thick beads that Karasu had inserted in his ass before the ceremony. With each step they rubbed his inner walls and his body tried to reject them. He couldn’t let them fall onto the floor. Then everyone would know they were there in the first place. Thus Hiei chose discomfort over farther embarrassment.

They reached the end of the aisle, an exceptionally fat slug of an apparition with an air of self importance, stood at the altar. “Friends, we are gathered here today…” He began. Hiei didn’t listen to most of what was said. It was the least of rebellion he could perform under the circumstances. But then the slug said, “Baron Karasu, you may now claim your bride.”

Hiei’s mind whirled. There were many established ways that demons went about marriage, mating, or whatever they wanted to call it. Some merely had ceremonies like humans did. They might exchange vows, trinkets, even mark one another. Others mated like animals, subjugating and forcefully having sex with their partners before witnesses. Was that how Karasu planned to solidify their union? Hiei’s clothing would seem to indicate that.

Karasu grasped Hiei’s wrist, lifted his arm. He expected to be jerked to the ground at any moment and humiliatingly ravished. Imagine his surprise when he merely felt a cold ring of metal slip onto his finger.

“What is--” Hiei started

“Our bond, lovely. And now for my part,” Karasu slipped a matching ring onto his finger.

Before Hiei could say any more, Karasu lifted him up in his arms. He dipped his head down to take the tip of Hiei’s conveniently placed cock into his mouth and sucked it. “Mmm, my dear is so tasty. Let’s get gone from here. I hate these low-lives anyway.”

Karasu barely got the door closed behind him, before he tossed Hiei down on a stack of pillows. With one hand he slipped the chains on Hiei’s wrists over a hook that was not there by accident. With the other hand, he roughly stroked Hiei’s manhood. The beads dug into his sensitized flesh in a way that, if it were anyone else, would have been pleasurable.

He gripped the ring at the tip and twisted it. It looked like a piercing, but it wasn’t. The metal hoop curved down into Hiei’s slit were it straitened out into a bar that widened and then narrowed again, ending in a neat little ball somewhere five inches inside is cock. Karasu unhooked the pearl string, which held the bar in place, and slowly started to draw the rod out of him. But then just as Hiei thought it was out, Karasu pushed it back in again.

“You bastard,” Hiei tried to growl, but it came out more a moan.

“Just getting you charged up for the main event, darling,” Karasu told him.

Hiei returned, “I detest pet names.”

“Then I won’t name you. I’ll just call you Pet,” Karasu kissed him on top of the head in a mockingly tender gesture.

He grabbed Hiei’s legs, throwing them over his shoulders. He nibbled at the insides of his thighs. Kurama used to do that to him. It made his entire body tingle then too. Hiei yelped, but had no way to escape those dastardly teeth. Just then he felt a cool finger trace his entrance, which was currently filled by a one inch bead. The determined digit wriggled its way in beside the bead. The extra intuition nearly made Hiei go cross-eyed.

“My, what an expression,” Karasu mused, “Could that be appreciation I see, Pet?”

“It’s nothing but irritation,” Hiei shot back.

Karasu just smiled as he removed his digit. He snagged the loop at the end of the beads on his way and tugged it smoothly.

“Ooooh,” Hiei whined as the things massaged his insides. In spite of himself, it felt good. Oh, if only it were Kurama doing this to him-- or Yusuke. The latter seemed unlikely because of the boy’s inexperience in sex. But hell, kink could be learned and somehow Hiei thought Yusuke could be good at it.

The last bead slipped out. Karasu cooed, “Don’t worry, Pet. I have plenty to fill your little hole right here.” He cupped the generous bulge in his dark pants.

“That’s not-- ugh!” Karasu’s member impaled Hiei’s bottom.

“What was that?” Karasu smirked.

Hiei returned weakly, “Kurama’s is bigger.”

“You little,” Karasu growled, “Fine, have it your way. No more mister nice guy.” He rocked hard into Hiei, harder than his newly rejuvenated body could cope with.

“AHH!” He screamed. Karasu jerked on his cock with one hand, using his thumb to keep the metal rod in its place in Hiei’s urethra. His other hand snaked out and snatched the string of pearls, dangling between Hiei’s nipples. He gave them a hard tug and Hiei screamed again.

The things Karasu was doing to him were painful, but in his insidiously artful way… pleasurable, which made it all the worse. Hiei was almost grateful for the band around it cock and the bar stopping it up. There wouldn’t have been anything more shameful than coming for this madman.

At last, after what seemed like an eternity of shamefully wonderful torture, Karasu reached his limit. Hiei thought he was going to come inside him again, but at the last moment he pulled out and smirked, “More lovely pearls for my little slut,” he gibbered as he ejaculated into Hiei’s face.

“You, you!” Hiei sputtered. Karasu ignored him and went about removing the bar from his slit and the band from his cock. It was then that Hiei really appreciated how much he needed to come at that moment. Karasu obviously noticed too.

“Why don’t you tough yourself?” he suggested. He removed the chains on his wrists to facilitate the suggestion.

“No, no,” Hiei husked. He needed to come. It was painful biological need by now. But to masturbate in front of Karasu? Well if he did that, it would be his own touch bringing him to completion, not Karasu’s, so he really wouldn’t have lost that much to the man. That was the reasoning Hiei’s sex addled mind supplied, so thus he took his own pulsing member in hand and started to pump it in earnest.

“You look like you’re missing something. Here use this,” He handed Hiei a thick rubber penis with a suction cupped bottom.

Yes, these past three months he had been achieving orgasm by anal penetration, and even though his hormonal chemistry no longer required it, his body had become accustomed to it. Without father thought he stuck the thing to the floor, climbed aboard it. He slid relatively easily down the length, his body was already open. Just as his cannel was adequately filled, Karasu pulled out a little remote with a dial. He clicked it to one and suddenly the artificial cock in Hiei’s ass started to hum.

“Ahh!”

“Fun little toy isn’t it?” Karasu put the remote in Hiei’s hands, “And to think it goes up to ten and then there’s an instant orgasm button.”

Hiei’s thumb was already on that button, pushing it for all he was worth. His back arched and he screamed out, “OHH! OHHH! AHHH! YES!!!” A long streamer of semen shot from his prick. One, two, three, bursts of cum sailed into the air. And even after he’d spent all his fluids, his cock continued to strain for the sky as his orgasm carried on still. It was one hell of a button.

His blissful delivery inevitably came to an end. It was then when his brain was functioning properly again and he realized what had just happened. He performed for his enemy. Hiei was chagrined with himself. He might as well have stabbed his best friends in the heart for the man’s amusement…. Odd that he should equate those two things.

Karasu smiled at him, tenderly, whispered, “I love you, Pet.” He kissed Hiei’s slackened mouth. “Ouch!” He jerked back, touched his lip. It was bleeding. Hiei bit him.

With his lips tinted red from blood, Hiei hissed, “Don’t think I’ll buy that shit. If you ever say those profane words to me again, so help me, no number of these accursed bands will save you from my wrath.”
* * *
Kurama couldn’t mistake that scent. It was defiantly Karasu’s smell that perfumed the crater in the road. But the mark was old and the trail was cold. With precious few options, Yusuke, Kurama, and Yukina returned to the village. They asked around. No one had seen Hiei pass through there. That didn’t mean much. Hiei traveled quickly and quietly. He might have even skirted the town altogether.

They asked about Karasu, but none of the villagers knew of him. Not surprising, an apparition of his power would hardly be associating with simple miners and farmers. The local inns barman suggested, with the eternal wisdom of barmen, that their quarry would be a man of status, so they should ask a man of status, such as the local regent.

He was rumored to be a fat, decadent individual, named Bauche, who was of ill temper to uninvited visitors. Nonetheless, the three would have their audience. They slept that night in the town and in the morning headed to meet with Regent Bauche.

On road, Yusuke broke the sullen silence, “You weren’t in you room last night.” He said to Yukina.

The tiny girl jumped at the observation. “I went out. I, uh, needed some peace and quiet.”

“Oh,” Yusuke blushed, “I didn’t think me and Kurama were being that loud.”

“Oh no, that’s not what I meant!” Now it was Yukina’s turn to blush, “I just wanted to get away from people… I needed some solitude, that’s all. You two must have been very quiet. I didn’t even know you were having, eh….”

“Well, we weren‘t really… ya know he had a lot of walking to do, so we couldn’t be getting all sore. We were just…,” Yusuke said awkwardly.

“Shh,” Kurama suddenly told them. Neither had a problem obliging. Kurama’s brows knitted at he sniffed the air. Then with a sudden panic he grabbed his two companions and leapt off the path. Seconds latter the ground erupted in a great ball of fire and flung dirt.

“Karasu’s?” Yusuke asked, protecting Yukina from the hail of dirt and rocks.

“Who else?” Kurama replied.

“This is good,” Yukina said and both men looked at her like she was crazy. She elaborated, “This is the road to the regent’s manor and the townsfolk said that only authorized persons could walk on it. So this land-mine was probably a booby-trap.”

“A booby-trap made by Karasu,” Yusuke was getting it.

“And proof the regent knows him, thus knows how to find him-- and possibly Hiei.” Kurama finished it.

They continued their journey. Kurama planted a quick creeper to probe the area ahead for more traps. When they came to them, Yusuke used a variation of his spirit wave technique was to defuse them so they could pass. At last they arrived at the regent’s manor, but were bulked again by the servant at the door. He told them, in the snotty manner of servants who have overvalued their own worth, “Sorry but we’re not taking solicitors right now.”

“We’re not solicitors,” Kurama told him with thinly veiled agitation, “We’re seeking someone. And seeing that your driveway is littered with his handiwork, we believe you might know where to find him. His name is Karasu.”

“The bomb maker?” the servant sniffed, “I don’t deny having seen him on occasion, as he is a close associate of the master. However, not so close that the household staff should know where he keeps his abode. Only the master would know.”

“Then can we see your master?” Yukina asked kindly, “It’s of the utmost importance.”

“The master is not available right now.” The servant snapped at her.

“Well, he better get available real quick,” Yusuke demanded brazenly. “Tell him Yusuke Urameshi is here to see him.” Intentionally or unintentionally he let his aura flow out. An A-class of the highest order, bordering on S-class, he cowed the other demon.

“The master is unavailable, because he is not here,” The demon amended more humbly. “He left rather suddenly a couple days ago-- barely had time to pack a few items of clothes and toiletries.”

“Where did he go, then?” Yusuke pressed.

“I-I don’t know,” The servant demon stammered, “It was very sudden. He said something about a wedding. Only the coachman who drove him would know where he went, and he hasn’t returned yet.”

“Maybe we should wait for him to return,” Yukina said.

“We don’t know how long that will be,” Yusuke returned.

“I couldn’t be that long,” Yukina told him, “The man said he went to a wedding, so he should return when it’s over. And he barely took anything with him, so it couldn’t have been a long journey.”

“She’s right,” Kurama put in, “As much as I hate the idea of sitting around while our Hiei is gods-knows where, we haven’t any better leads.”

“Our Hiei?” Yusuke picked up on that point.

Kurama sniffed, “I’m amenable to the idea if you are.”

“I don’t know what ‘amenable’ means but I’m willing to give it a shot,” Yusuke said. Then, “So where are we gonna stay while we’re awaiting on lord what’s-his-name?”

The three turned their eyes on the trembling servant who gulped, stepped to one side and said, “Allow me to show you to your rooms.”
* * *
The emotion Hiei was feeling right now was a distillation of one that he’d experienced for the greater part of his adult life. He’d felt it when his allies became attracted him, and though he would never admit it, he attached to them, and they started calling him friend. And then the attachment became strong and they started calling him lover. By then the flavor of this emotion was nearly unbearable. He tasted it when he became ripe with child and stronger when the children ripened and were born.

It was an abstract, nagging feeling, something like anxiety, but spiced with other, clearer emotions like anger, guilt, obligation, and desire. Now, Hiei tasted it in its purest form, as Karasu’s wife. It was terror and the need to flee.

Karasu held him on his lap. Hiei was acutely aware of the body heat where his bared bottom pressed down on Karasu’s naked thighs. The man’s flaccid penis brushed unmindfully against the base of his spine. The tall dark haired man pressed a peeled grape to Hiei’s lips.

“Eat, Pet. You need to keep up your strength,” Karasu cooed. His phallus brushed Hiei’s spine again, a grim reminder of what he needed his strength for.

“If you wanted me strong, you’d feed me properly. All you’ve given me for days is sweet cakes, fruit and wine,” Hiei grumbled. “And you insist on hand feeding me like a baby goat. Haven’t you anything better to do with your time?”

Karasu chuckled as if not noticing the venom in Hiei‘s tone, “This is our honeymoon, Pet, we’re supposed to eat rich foods and devote our time to coddling each other. But I could get you a stake, if that’s what you desire.”

Hiei was about to shout some choice expletives at him when he stalled, “Really?” Hiei hadn’t expected Karasu to have concern for what he might want. Not even a minor concern such as menu. Hiei tested it, “How’s about roast duck-- with an orange glaze?”

“No problem. I’ll serve it up with a side of roasted potatoes, and buttered greens.” Karasu responded coolly and added, “And I’ll cut it up and feed it to you, sitting right here on my lap like this.”

“I can feed myself,” Hiei protested, knowing it was pointless.

“Ah, but eating like this provides us with the chance to solidify our deep emotional bond,” Karasu said. He plucked up another peeled grape, “You know what I mean when I say that?”

He touched the grape to Hiei’s naked stomach. It was cold and wet. The surprising contact made him jerk. Slowly Karasu moved the grape up over his abdomen, leaving a sticky wet snail trail on his belly. He brought the thing up, circled his nipple. The cool chill caused his nipple to become hard and sensitive. Hiei’s breath caught in his throat as Karasu ground the soft wet fresh of the grape down on his hard nipple as if he were trying to juice the thing.

When the thing was thoroughly pulverized, he reached for another. But this time the thing traveled south, down his hip, along the sensitive groove between hip and pelvis, across his inner thigh, to press chillingly at the base of his penis. Hiei realized to his chagrin that he was becoming erect, and damned his needy body. He refused to look, but he knew Karasu was grinning as he moved the grape up the underside of his cock to the tip, where he rubbed it along his little slit.

Hiei jumped. The feel of that thing, it was like a cold tongue lapping most sensuously at this manhood. He remembered one time when Yusuke had given him a blow job right after downing an ice cold beer. How oddly wonderful that was! It was so good Hiei almost felt as if he would cry. Caught up in the lovely memory, Hiei forgot not to get aroused. Karasu brought his other hand into action, deftly stroking Hiei’s manhood. Before he knew what happened, Hiei came, squirting his cream all over the fruit.

Karasu laughed, “Naughtily boy, Pet, playing with your food…” He lifted the cum covered grape, pressed it sloppily to Hiei’s lips. “Come on, you need to eat, Pet. No? Fine, if you won’t have it one way, it’ll have to be the other.”

Abruptly he flipped Hiei onto the table, his bottom up in the air. Next thing Hiei knew, the cool/warm grape was circling around his anus.

“No!” He pleaded, but too late. Karasu pushed it in with one finger. Hiei could feel the gross squish inside of him.

“I think your naughty little hole liked that snack.” Karasu hummed, “Hmm, but I think it still looks hungry. It’s probably tired of cold fruit, too. Shall I serve it some hot meat?”

“No,” Hiei shook his head wildly. But again Karasu didn’t listen. His burning hot body was already bearing down on Hiei’s back. His now ridged cock was like a red hot poker probing between his spread cheeks. Heat never bothered Hiei before. Fire was his element. But this was not fire. It was Karasu. Karasu filled him. Hiei wanted to run away, more than ever before, but this time he couldn’t.
* * *
TBC…
A/N: More twists, turns, and surprises coming up in the final chapter, next time!