The Pet Fox

Kurama didn’t respond. He was far too busy being repulsed by Kurai’s soft touches on his chest; it was almost as if he shared Kurama’s lovers’ knowledge of his more sensitive places.

"You are thinking of them," Kurai murmured, an undercurrent of anger streaking through his voice. "Well, until you are accustomed to me, they will have to do."

Kurama regained coherency enough to demand, "What are you talking about?"

Kurai knelt on the bed beside Kurama, sliding his hand up until it rested on the curve of his jaw. He exerted firm pressure to keep the fox’s head pinned, then climbed atop the kitsune, still fully dressed. "If I were to violently take you like my subordinate, I would be debasing myself to his level. I prefer to destroy mental barriers, one by one." He leaned forward and pressed his forehead to Kurama’s, a twisted smile stretching across his features. "Let me in," he whispered. "Show me what you want, and I will break you."

Kurama tried to jerk backward, push him off, do something, but Kurai’s enchantment and practiced pressure on his body gave him nowhere to go. When the prince stole another deep kiss, Kurama felt his barriers fall, and he could feel Kurai in his mind, before he was in another place entirely...

"-much so," Kurai finished. The spell over Kurama’s right arm had weakened, and he was appalled to see that his finger had found its way to the other demon’s mouth. He dropped his hand like Kurai’s lips were flame.

"What are you doing to me?" The kitsune found himself shivering minutely; the feeling was too disorienting for words. For just a second, he had seen one of his lovers; it was a memory from the time before Yusuke had moved in with them. As quickly as that vision had come, it had been replaced with glaring reality.

"I am - how did you so eloquently put it before? - manipulating you," Kurai responded matter-of-factly. "You are so beautiful when your chest is heaving in desire, your-"

-same treatment. Kurai drank in the mewls of arousal coming from his pet, and he basked in the waves of the kitsune’s ardor.

It took a few seconds for Kurama to notice that he was no longer in the sensual memory, but in the equally sensual reality. The enchantment over his arm had returned; apparently, the spell only weakened when he moved in the memory...

"Stop it," Kurama hissed, trying to ignore the electric sparks of sexual energy that Kurai was sending from his chest to his groin. "Y-you’re using him... against me..."

The prince ignored him, tracing a line of delicate kisses from his chest and toward his-

-stomach. Kurama was going almost insane with desire. Hiei was going out of his way to touch every inch of hoverover’s body except the part that needed the most attention. He lay between the kitune’s bent legs and relished in the fact that his lover’s member was fully erect, pressing into his chest.

As Hiei’s touch moved to his inner thigh, Kurama decided that he’d had enough torment to last him for a while.

"Hiei," he mumbled, his breath coming in short, desperate pants. "You... you’re driving me absolutely crazy..." When the koorime just moved his hands to cradle the fox’s buttocks, continuing his inner-thigh treatment, Kurama attempted to reach him again. "You’re... doing this on... purpose."

"-I’m in control here." Kurai looked up, as if daring the kitsune to protest.

Kurama’s reaction to the shift was less violent this time. The edges of memory and reality were beginning to blur together, and his head spun because of his highly aroused state. The whirling intensified when wetness engulfed the head of his cock.

The kitsune let out a desperate moan before he could stop himself. but it wasn’t as if he could have in the first place. Kurai was obviously an expert, his tongue-

A few more minutes of blissful torture and Hiei had once more taken Kurama’s member deep within his mouth. The kitsune’s fists clenched on the bedsheets at either side of him as he shook his head from side to side. Hiei’s initial agonizingly slow approach had built up inside him, making each movement of the koorime’s mouth even more sensual.

Kurama’s eyes shut tightly as Hiei’s expert tongue swirled around the head of his erection once more. He could feel sweat starting to form on his skin and he moaned. Though his eyes were closed, he had a clear vision of the koorime working rishrishly over his groin.

After what felt like hours to the helpless kitsune, Hiei moved back up Kurama’s body, letting their cocks rub against each other, creating burning friction. "Ready, fox?" he whispered, his voice shaking slightly as if the position that they had been in was reversed.

"You... mmh... need to ask?" Kurama sighed, lacking the ability to hold back a groan as Hiei shifted slightly on top of him. The koorime reached for the bedside table drawer and withdrew a glass vial, filled with an off-white liquid. Kurama didn’t recognize the bottle and said so, valiantly trying to get the information before his libido took control of his brain.

"From the Makai," Hiei responded, pouring a generous amount into one palm and replacing the bottle on the table. "You’ll see."

As his coated hand grasped both of their members, Kurama did see. The lubricant was warm, and prickled slightly, giving its own brand of stimulation. Hiei had once again slowed his pace, and Kurama groaned from mixed frustration and carnal hunger.

When the koorime had finished with the lubricant, he-

-positioned himself at Kurama’s entrance, tendrils of his violet hair lying over the kitsune’s thighs.

Kurama’s head spun as his eyes sprang open. The transition had happened once again and- when had Kurai gotten undressed?

The prince looked up at his pet, his eyes glinting with desire. "I control what you see, what you feel, and what you do. You are mine. And right now, I want you to-"

-let out a cry of pure, unmasked pleasure, heat spreading across his skin in waves. He could see Kurai entering him, he could hear the prince’s lust-filled pants, but there was no course of action that he could take. His body was too far gone. As Kurai’s hand quickened its pace on Kurama’s cock, he could feel-

-voiced a broken cry. Ropy jets of cum streamed from his spasming member as he screamed once more, feeling Kurai alternately filling and emptying his body. The fox’s seed coated both of their chests as Kurai gave a shuddering gasp.

Kurai shoved himself forcefully into his pet, feeling Kurama’s opening grasp at his cock, pulling it even deeper. Voicing a cry of his own, the prince emptied himself deep into the kitsune, his body shaking with the force of his climax.

A few moments of stillness ensued, both parties involved still gasping and trying to collect themselves. It was Kurai who moved first, pulling himself from Kurama (eliciting a delus mus moan) and standing.

Whereas Kurama was so exhausted from the encounter that he couldn’t move even if the enchantment was removed, Kurai seemed to have even more energy than he’d had before they had started. "Wonderful job, my pet," he said finally, touching a spot of semen on his chest. "I suspect that soon, I won’t even have to use memories to make you accept me."

"I’ll never... accept you."

"You seemed to have no problem accepting me just a few minutes ago. I exepct that if you had been in a state to talk, it would have been my name that fell from your lips, not that of either of your lovers." Kurai grinned maliciously. "Have you not wondered why they haven’t arrived to save you yet? Haven’t you thought it strange?"

Kurama found that he couldn’t meet the prince’s gaze. "They’ll come for me," he whispered finally. "They will."

Kurai just laughed. "I will leave you with that bit of naivete. Perhaps it will take a while for you to realize that all you have in this castle is me. Do you really think that your friends would risk their lives for you? And if they did, could you live with the knowledge that you were the cause of their deaths?"

Kurama knew that the prince was just trying to bait him, trying to make him insecure... so why was it working?

Ku’s e’s eyes widened, then closed. The prince had dug up the one recurring uncertainty that he had feared the most - that his lovers would realize that two out of three wasn’t bad, and they’d leave him... here... "No." He forced the word through gritted teeth. "NO!"

Kurai caught a glimpse of something white in Kurama’s mindscape, but when he shifted his focus to look at it, it vanished. Withdrawing from the kitsune’s mind, he was glad to see that his words had had some effect. Kurama was mouthing ‘no’ to himself, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.

The prince withdrew the enchantments, and the fox curled onto his side, silent tears coursing down his face. Satisfied, Kurai picked up his white robes from the floor, turned to the door, and vanished.

***

Hiei froze in mid-stride. An insistent tugging in the back of his mind told him that something was terribly, terribly wrong. Yusuke’s footsteps paused too, and he looked up at the ceiling. "Was that Kurama?"

The koorime nodded. "Something is not right. I think-"

"It’s Kurai."

The voice came from a little further down the hall, and as they glanced toward the speaker, the rescuers instantly tensed for a fight.

The demon held up his hands. "I’m not going to fight you. I’m here to help you. Kurai is a tyrant, and frankly, I want out."

"And we can trust you because...?" Yusuke spat.

"If you want to rescue the fox, I am all that you have. There is a passage that will lead you past Kurai’s sentinels and directly to the fifth floor. I am the only one that knows of its existence."

Hiei’s hand settled on the hilt of his sword. "You haven’t answered his question. How can we trust you?"

"I was the one who alerted Kurai to the fox’s presence, leading to his removal from their grasp and the deaths of two of his assailants. That is all that I can give you. You could kill me now, if you like, but you’ll never know if I could have been telling the truth..." the demon held up his hands in a sign of helplessness and surrender. "If I wanted to attack you, I wn’t n’t stand a chance."

Yusuke and Hiei shared a glance, then nodded. "Okay," Yusuke said, relaxing. "Show us this passageway. But if you lead us wrong..." He mimed firing the Spirit Gun. "Bang."

The demon inclined his head to the pair. "Follow me, then. Oh, and if you wish to refer to me as something other than ‘you’..." He smiled. "You may call me Zei."

***

*dies*

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