Love's Denial

Hello Kittens. Are any of you ever going to review me. This is getting ridculous. Seriously. What the fuck do I have to do? If one of you would stroke my ego, you wouldn't have to read my pity party every fucking time (well, that is until I need it again). Please, Kittens, review me. Well now that that is over, time for you cream.

This chappe was fun!


Chapter Seven


Aki sighed as she listened to the continuous banging of Tai’s bed against her wall. It was yet another Saturday night where she had tried to cover her head to drown out all of the noises but Tai’s screams of pleasure and those of her newest lover were impossible to ignore. She was happy for her long time friend. After so many one night stands, Kaname was a good match for her friend, even if he was something of a recluse. They had met the boy on one of their many nature hikes. He was helping an injured bunny and Tai, having such a sensitive heart, brought him and the bunny home. That was two weeks ago and Tai was beginning to fall for the raven-haired boy.


Aki groaned, as the intense beatings on her wall grew louder. Finally giving up, she climbed out of bed and put on a pair of sweats and a sweatshirt to go for a run. Maybe by the time she got back the bunnies will have screwed each other unconscious.
It was two o’clock in the morning when Aki made it to park she went for her daily runs. She began jogging at a steady pace, her braids flying around her shoulders. The path she chose was one for experienced runners. It was mostly uphill and was surrounded by trees and wildflowers that went on for ten miles, having different paths to take at each mile that would lead to an exit. It was hideaway from everyone and she knew it so well that even at night she didn’t need a flashlight.


When she had ran about five miles of the trail, someone reached out from the trees and grabbed her, throwing her against a large oak tree. Aki fell to the ground on a heap of fallen leaves and her eyes frantically searching for her assailant. He had disappeared. She quickly scrambled to her feet, trying to find one of the trails in the dark night. When she had finally found one, a pair of hands came out from behind her and grabbed her, one wrapping around her waist and the other muffling her scream.
Aki smelled blood and urine on her attackers hands. She couldn’t see anything but a few stars through the tops of the trees. As she began to struggle, she could tell he was male. His was bigger than Kuwabara and easily lifted her off the ground by her waist.
Aki kicked and scratched at him the best she could in her current position. She kicked her legs wildly, hoping to hit his shins and clawed at his hands with her blunt fingernails. He laughed in her ear, pulling her lobe into his mouth and biting down hard.


Aki whimpered as she felt a trickle of blood roll down her neck and her eyes widened in sudden shock. This male had fangs. He wasn’t a human but a demon. She doubled her efforts to get away pissing him off and causing him to tighten the vice-like grip he had on her waist. When she bite his hand, he let out a string of curses and moved his hand form her face to her neck. She had barely let out an earth-shattering scream when he started to choke her.


He sneered in disgust as she clawed his hands in a futile attempt to get away. “You stupid little bitch,” he said, throwing her over a low tree limb. He pressed her body down with his own as he moved his hand from her waist to underneath her sweatshirt. “You’ll be a good little bitch and enjoy what the hell you get, understand,” he told her, his much larger hand ripping her bra from her body. She began to whimper as he fondled her breasts roughly, while bringing his other hand to the small of her neck to pull her hair.


Aki closed her eyes in shame. There was nothing she could do to stop this demon from having his way with her and if the cock that was pressing against her bottom was any indication, it wouldn’t be to long before the foreplay was over. She whimpered again as he tugged at her breast with the finest of a common beast. “Let me go, please,” she pleaded, her eyes opening to the situation she was in.


When he laughed at her plea, her helplessness turned to anger. She would not be used like some common street whore ever again. She squinted, looking down below her to find some sort of weapon and saw a stray branch that was about five inches round and two and a half feet long. It wasn’t perfect but it would do. She reached for it but only touched it with the tops of her fingertips. The demon hadn’t noticed she was trying to grab a weapon, for he was far to busy stroking and grinding the body beneath him. When he lowered Aki’s sweatpants and panties, she stretched as far as she could and grabbed the limb. She then used all of her weight to push him slightly way from her body. Aki spun around, the branch planted firmly in her hand and her legs getting tangled by her lowered pants. She let a war cry as she connected the branch with the demon’s skull and fell to the dirt floor.


As she tried to get her feet untangled, the demon let out a vicious sneer and jumped on to of her just as she reached her feet causing her to land on her back with a moan of pain. He backhanded her, watching her neck almost snap at the sheer force.


He jerked her sweatshirt over her head and took one of her small breast into his mouth. Aki tried to buck him off of her but he was so much bigger than she was.

One of his hands roughly grabbed her sex and she screamed. Then as suddenly as his hand was on her, it was off. The demon was then thrown from her still, prone body violently. Aki looked up only seeing a silhouette of a familiar figure. “Kurama-san?” she asked, confusion and shock taking over her fear and anger.


Kurama looked down at the girl who was on the cold ground. Her cheek was red; the bastard must have hit her. Her sweatshirt was partly ripped and was pushed up to her neck, exposing her breasts, which were covered in angry red fingerprints. His eyes traveled down her belly, seeing scratch marks on her pale skin, to her exposed womanhood and legs. The sweats and panties were down around her ankles and he could see that during the struggle they had been torn. Kurama’s vision turned red. That bastard had touched Aki, almost raped her. He turned from her and went to the filthy demon. His stench assaulted Kurama for the first time as he picked the demon up by the scruff of his shirt. He slammed the bigger demon against the tree, his rage allowing him to release his full power on the demon. He brought his hand up and a hit the demon’s jaw, smirking with satisfaction as blood dribbled from the bastard’s cut lip. “You should never touch what doesn’t belong to you, fucker. And now you are going to have to die.”


The demon’s eyes widened when he saw a flash of gold in the dark. The aura coming from the smaller male was murderous. He attempted to calm the other. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know that she belonged to another,” he told Kurama in a shaky voice.


Kurama almost laughed at the sorry excuse for a creature’s attempt to spare himself. He had touched Aki and was going to die. Kurama brought one of his hands to his hair and pulled out his death-eater tree. He sent a small amount of energy into the plant and laughed with glee as the demon tried to escape. He let him go and watched as his tree devoured the sorry son-of-a-bitch.


After his plant finished its’ snack, Kurama turned to Aki, who had sat up and covered herself again. She was on her knees with her head down. Kurama leaned down and picked her up, causing her to look at him with wild, pale blue eyes. “Don’t worry. I’m going to take you to my apartment so you can have a shower and we can talk,” he told her, taking to the trees to get there as fast as possible.


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Aki looked down at her clasped hands. They had arrived at Kurama’s a little over an hour ago. She had taken a hot shower, scrubbing her skin raw until it was redder than Kurama’s hair. He had been nothing but a gentleman, loaning her some of his clothes and gave her one of his special concoctions to put on her scraps and cuts. She sighed in self-disgust. Of all the people who could have seen her like that, it had to be Kurama. It was utterly disgusting how she just let herself become a victim. Aki just wanted him to come into the kitchen and get this whole ordeal over with.


Kurama took a deep breath, trying to calm his raging body, washing his face in cold water. After the initial shock and rage of finding Aki forced under a demon with her body exposed left his body, Kurama realized he had a huge problem. Seeing her spread out and vulnerable like that caused his body to harden and throb in that uncontrollable desire that only Aki seemed able to bring out. He wanted to bruise her and cause her to whimper in pleasure and pain. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw that image of her and if he had been a novice, would have came in his pants. Yes, he was in deep shit. Kurama took another deep breath and walked from the bathroom to the kitchen.


Aki looked up as she heard Kurama walk in. Even at four in the morning, he still looked perfect. He sat down across from her and waited for her to begin.


She took a deep breath and told him how and what happened. “When I felt his fangs I panicked, knowing that I could never beat him,” she said with a blush and looked back down at her hands, finishing her tale to where Kurama had came to the rescue.


Kurama watched her closely. She wouldn’t look him in the face. Did she fear his reaction or was it something else? He reached out and lifted her chin, bringing her shame filled eyes to his. He stood up and walked over to her chair. He got to his knees and pulled and pulled her into his arms. “It is okay. No one will know about this. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m sorry I didn’t come when I first found out you were in the park,” Kurama told her, holding her tense body close to his.


Aki’s eyes widened in shock. “How did you know?” she asked him, after deliberating with herself for a few minutes.


Kurama smiled. “You know that I am also a demon, right?” he asked, feeling her nod on his shoulder. “Well, that park happens to be one of my favorites so I planted a few of my plants there. They told me the minute you arrived and informed me when you were in trouble.”


She shouldn’t have been surprised but that didn’t stop her eyes from widening in shock. “I didn’t realize . . .” she started but was shushed by Kurama. “Thank you Kurama-san. Normally when things like this happen I can take care of myself and this being the first time I couldn’t, I am very grateful to you,” she said, pulling away from him slightly wearing a shy smile.


Kurama reluctantly released her, smelling her strawberry scent on his shirt. “It is fine but does this happen often?” he asked her.


Aki blushed and looked away from him. “Yes. Because of the way I dress and act men naturally think that they can over power me. It has been this way for years, so I learned early on how to protect myself. Don’t worry Kurama-san, I assure you I am very capable and know martial arts,” she whispered to him, turning around and flashing him her sweetest smile.


Kurama frowned, watching her eyes brighten a little in fake happiness before noticed something unusual. “Why are you wearing a ribbon around your neck?” he asked reaching out to touch the black satin he had never noticed before.


Aki smiled at him sadly and blushed lightly. “It was a present from my father,” she told him, fingering the material.


When she smiled at him again, her sadness reaching her eyes, Kurama could not stop himself. He wanted to see her sadness replaced with desire. He leaned down and took her lips in a demanding and hard kiss. He felt her try to push at his shoulders but gave up and moaned as he flicked his tongue over her lips. Kurama smirked, his dominating personality coming forth as he forced his tongue into her mouth and devoured her.


Aki felt her body tingle as Kurama dominated the kiss, jerking her tender head back to force his tongue deeper. She gave up willing to him, moaning as he groaned at her submissive nature and took everything he wanted.


Kurama pulled away from the kiss, listening to her whimper. He looked her in the eyes, searching for the answers to his unasked questions. He smirked. “You like your control taken away don’t you?” he asked, smirking as her face reddened.


Aki closed her eyes in shame as her dirty little secret was revealed. ‘Why me?’ she asked herself. After having to fight off so many different men, it was only natural that she would want to give all of her control to her lover.


Kurama’s eyes narrowed. “Open you eyes,” he demanded. He watched as she slowly opened her eyes, seeing even more shame in them. He chuckled. “You have no reason to be ashamed, Aki. You’re not the first woman to enjoy being told what to do,” he said, watching her eyes widen in shock. “Do you have a master?”


If Aki weren’t in a chair, she would have surely fallen on her ass. “Naa . . . no,” she answered, watching Kurama’s blank face for answers.


Kurama stood up and pulled her to her feet. His face expressionless as he led her to his bedroom. “We will try this on a trail bases. There are rules that you must always follow. You will have no other lovers during this time. You will come here when you are told to be here and will be undressed and on your knees with your head down when I come to you. You will call me ‘master’ when no one else is around and Kurama-san in front of the group as you are now. You will do what I say when I say it with no question. You will tell no one of this. I tolerate no disobedience, I will punish you. This is a no emotions deal and when I get through with you, you will ask no questions and we will consider it a good time had by all. Do you understand?”


Aki stared at Kurama in disbelief. He wanted to be her master. She yelped when he slapped her bottom when she didn’t answer. Aki nodded.


Kurama smirked at her. “I will never hurt you without it being for a good reason. There will be pain, but you’ll deserve it and relish in any attention I give you. Now what are your rules?” he asked, going against everything a master/slave relationship was.


Aki felt like she had swallowed her tongue. She wanted to tell Kurama no and leave but her body wanted him to make her his. “Don’t touch my ribbon or earring and if I can’t do something, it is up to you to not allow it and stop it,” she told him, her face as red as Kurama’s hair.


Kurama nodded his agreement and reached out to finger the earring she wore in the cartilage of her right ear. It was a silver stud with a clear crystal hanging from the back. “I like the ribbon and I’m surprised I never noticed the earring before now. I’ll let you keep it,” he said, grinning as she trembled as he lightly touched the crystal. Now he had a chance to get the girl out of his system for good. He pulled the chair from his desk out and sat down. He swirled around to her. “Well, why are you still dressed?”

QUICK NOTE: Okay Kaname is Sniper. I am not sure this is his actual name. I got it from Kimisan’s “Men of Mine” chappie 2. Sorry if it is your name. I couldn’t find the name anywhere else and remembered your story had his name in it somewhere and since you didn’t have a note attached to the story I just assumed it was his.


There you go Kittens! How was it? It was a bitch to write. It is hard to go from a almost rape scene to a master/slave scene but I did so you had better enjoy it Kittens. Until next time, Kittens!