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Yuyu Hakusho › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Yuyu Hakusho › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
3,151
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own YuYu Hakusho, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Run 1
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CHAPTER 1______________________________________
He ran endlessly but he didn’t know where to. Now somehow he was stuck in this room. The darkness so deep that it sank into his skin. It was then that his captor slammed him into the closest wall. He was being invaded. He felt the taller stature up against his, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Why was he so weak?
It was then that he realized he did not have the strength to push his captor away. When did he get so weak? Letting out a moan of desperation, he gritted his teeth as he felt himself being thrown onto a bed. The figure began to undo his belts, causing him to try to escape. He kicked at his assailant with no avail. The next thing he knew, he was unclothed. A low growl emitted from his throat, he hated this.
"Don't be hostile, you will love this."
Hiei's eyes snapped open in the darkness, he knew the voice. It was so familiar, but who was it? He had no time to think as his head was slammed into the bed, flipped over. He bit his lip to prevent any further sound, any other sounds of weakness.
"Scream for me Hiei, scream."
He felt hands all over him. They trailed and traced every contour and curve in his body. He shivered, feeling violated and dirty. He was dirty, he knew it. He was dirty, and he had convinced himself of this so long ago. He didn't know what made him try to the alternate road. One's past could never be erased.
"Listen to me Hiei, listen."
He tried to ignore those soft whispers against his ears. He tried to steady his breath. He tried not to think of what was to come.
Then it happened, he felt the painful intrusion. A raw scream ripped itself from his own throat, escaping his mouth.
"My, my. I have never heard such a raw, unrestrained scream. I must say I enjoy it Hiei."
He wanted his attacker to stop saying his name. It was such a contaminated word now. Over the years it had turned out to mean nothing, just another word. It wasn’t even truly his anymore. Raw thrusts ripped their way into him, contaminating his whole being. He could feel the blood drip down his thighs, those well-muscled thighs that seems to be nothing but weak bones now. And the hands. Those hands that touched every part of him. Just dirty.
One of those hands reached down to stroke him. He let out a cry, and ashamed cry. He did not want to enjoy this, but his own body betrayed him. To be hating this would be an understatement, he abhorred it. His body thrust into the iron grip, betraying is emotions completely. The pain caused by the body on top of him was barely noticeable as it turned into raw pleasure.
His muscles clenched as his climax approached, tightening around the shaft buried in him. He muffled cry of pleasure and agony with the pillow below him.
"Very nice Hiei, very nice..."
He turned to see the face of the man who was soon to be dead.
But what he saw was not one man, it was... a quavering image. The figure took the form of one of his companions, then the next, and soon after yet another. It was everyone, from his friends to his enemies, and yet at the same time, it was no one.
"Hiei."
He screamed as everything went blank.
It was then that he woke up in a cold sweat. As he came to, he realized he was in Kurama's bedroom. The winds outside howled in the dark night. He remembered that he had taken shelter in the fox's house since there had been a storm earlier. He heard the sound of the shower, and decided it was best he leave now. There's something people say about nightmares...
edited:10.26.2007
CHAPTER 1______________________________________
He ran endlessly but he didn’t know where to. Now somehow he was stuck in this room. The darkness so deep that it sank into his skin. It was then that his captor slammed him into the closest wall. He was being invaded. He felt the taller stature up against his, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Why was he so weak?
It was then that he realized he did not have the strength to push his captor away. When did he get so weak? Letting out a moan of desperation, he gritted his teeth as he felt himself being thrown onto a bed. The figure began to undo his belts, causing him to try to escape. He kicked at his assailant with no avail. The next thing he knew, he was unclothed. A low growl emitted from his throat, he hated this.
"Don't be hostile, you will love this."
Hiei's eyes snapped open in the darkness, he knew the voice. It was so familiar, but who was it? He had no time to think as his head was slammed into the bed, flipped over. He bit his lip to prevent any further sound, any other sounds of weakness.
"Scream for me Hiei, scream."
He felt hands all over him. They trailed and traced every contour and curve in his body. He shivered, feeling violated and dirty. He was dirty, he knew it. He was dirty, and he had convinced himself of this so long ago. He didn't know what made him try to the alternate road. One's past could never be erased.
"Listen to me Hiei, listen."
He tried to ignore those soft whispers against his ears. He tried to steady his breath. He tried not to think of what was to come.
Then it happened, he felt the painful intrusion. A raw scream ripped itself from his own throat, escaping his mouth.
"My, my. I have never heard such a raw, unrestrained scream. I must say I enjoy it Hiei."
He wanted his attacker to stop saying his name. It was such a contaminated word now. Over the years it had turned out to mean nothing, just another word. It wasn’t even truly his anymore. Raw thrusts ripped their way into him, contaminating his whole being. He could feel the blood drip down his thighs, those well-muscled thighs that seems to be nothing but weak bones now. And the hands. Those hands that touched every part of him. Just dirty.
One of those hands reached down to stroke him. He let out a cry, and ashamed cry. He did not want to enjoy this, but his own body betrayed him. To be hating this would be an understatement, he abhorred it. His body thrust into the iron grip, betraying is emotions completely. The pain caused by the body on top of him was barely noticeable as it turned into raw pleasure.
His muscles clenched as his climax approached, tightening around the shaft buried in him. He muffled cry of pleasure and agony with the pillow below him.
"Very nice Hiei, very nice..."
He turned to see the face of the man who was soon to be dead.
But what he saw was not one man, it was... a quavering image. The figure took the form of one of his companions, then the next, and soon after yet another. It was everyone, from his friends to his enemies, and yet at the same time, it was no one.
"Hiei."
He screamed as everything went blank.
It was then that he woke up in a cold sweat. As he came to, he realized he was in Kurama's bedroom. The winds outside howled in the dark night. He remembered that he had taken shelter in the fox's house since there had been a storm earlier. He heard the sound of the shower, and decided it was best he leave now. There's something people say about nightmares...
edited:10.26.2007