Taming of the Beast

Disclaimer: If only I owned the Yu Yu Hakusho characters... then I would truly be happy. But, as luck would have it, I don't. I only get to play with them.

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Taming of the Beast

He watched him from the folds of branches, sharp eyes deadly above the silver mask. The Fox had removed his shirt and extracted a red rose from his hair. Karasu licked his lips. Just that day he'd met the fox in the hall with Bui. Felt that red hair, smelled that soft skin... Another day and he would have the beautiful kitsune all to himself in the ring.

Even after a shower he still didn't feel clean. Karasu's essence seemed to cling to him, and everywhere he turned he would see the dark demon; a flash of blue eyes, or a glimpse of silver. As a weak distraction, he thought to practice with his rose whip. Maybe Hiei would find him, or Yusuke. Even Kuwabara would be pleasant company now.

The thick vine snapped out, cutting a papery leaf precisely in half. Kurama followed the halves' winding trail in the air, his eyes unfocused as they came to rest on the ground. Hurriedly he dragged his arm over his eyes. Tears? Exhaustion? Anticipation. Karasu hadn't shown himself since the hall that day, and Kurama still felt the small tremors of panic from Karasu's threatening power, and it made the game more dangerous. The whip suddenly felt heavy in his hand and he wound it back into a rose, gently tucking it behind his ear. Velvety scented petals rested cooly against his temple and Kurama gazed up at the moon.

Karasu's lips had been hot near his face. He could recall the heat exactly. The rest of the episode was fuzzy, but he definitely remembered the sensation of the demon's arms pressing him and the intensity of those strange, violent, passionate words. "Passionate," he recited, holding his arms. Why had the word passionate come to mind? He didn't feel any passion for Karasu. Only hatred. Passionate hatred. Around him the air shifted suddenly, shattering Kurama's inner dialogue. Without even thinking, his hand flew to his hair. Long thorns glinted in the dim light. His eyes widened when the demon stepped from the shadows. "Karasu."

The Fox did not lower his whip. "You want to fight me right here, Kurama? It *is* tempting, isn't it." His eyes glittered. "Do it. Strike me down. I know that is what you want, in your heart. Just to strike me down." Karasu put his hands in his pockets, shrugging. "Go ahead."

Fingers tightening around the whip, Kurama stared at the demon.

"Come on, Kurama."

He dropped the whip, wincing when it shriveled up. "I'll kill you tomorrow, when it will be worth something," he hissed.

"Yes, true," chimed Karasu, moving his arms around the redhead. "That would not have been very wise of you to attack me now. Make excuses, but I see through you, Fox. I see your fear." He tilted Kurama's face up to him. "Unlike you, I am going to carry out my desires." The red haired demon flinched as he gently laid his lips over Kurama's. "Remember these?" he whispered. "I want to give you more, if you are done with your whip." His hand drifted down between them and Kurama gasped wetly, his bangs falling down over his flushed cheeks. Then, guiding his hand rhythmically against Kurama, Karasu drew his tongue over the Fox's face, dipping it between his lips and closing their kiss.

Heat enveloped his mouth, but Kurama kept still, eyes rolling behind his lids as Karasu moved his hand harder. He fought the moan wishing to disrupt the kiss, while fighting to resist Karasu's pressure inside his mouth. Picturing Hiei, all the heat washed away and he pulled back, stumbling, his little lover's burning eyes emblazoned on his gaze. Karasu stood smiling, following Kurama as he fell back into a thick tree trunk, fingers tracing the grooves in the rich bark. Green eyes stared at the taller demon's feet.

"I'll make you forget your friends--your life, Kurama." Karasu slipped his hand up into Kurama's hair, smelling the feather light tresses sliding between his fingers. Slowly moving his head past Kurama's face, he breathed hotly into a shell pink ear, "It's time to play again, Fox."

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They were kissing. They were in Karasu's personal room, kissing. Kurama moved his eyes to the window, then to the door. Toguro could appear on the other side of that door at any moment. It was a trap he could not have avoided.

Pulling Kurama's face back, Karasu whispered, "Don't worry about the Toguro Brothers. At night they often leave to scour the island for practice subjects." His eyes turned poison. "I hope all your friends are safely tucked away in their beds." The green eyed demon's lips went cold. "Kurama, your face; I don't like it when you're worried." His thumbs grazed the corners of Kurama's eyes and the demon closed them. Gently his hands left the Fox's face and curled beneath the hem of the redhead's shirt, pulling it up, gazing hungrily at Kurama's shining hair as it fell back onto his naked shoulders.

Karasu slid the black shirt off of himself, tossing it casually aside. But Kurama wasn't paying attention. His eyes were on the wide bed where Karasu must sleep, and the thing propped up against the plain white pillow. It resembled a harness humans would place on their animals. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled. They stood on end when Karasu's fingers threaded through them, holding Kurama's neck tightly enough to guide his head down. The demon had sat on the end of the bed, his legs opening to admit Kurama into a sitting position, trapped between them. Giving to the pressure on his neck, Kurama noticed the clasps of Karasu's pants undone before his eyes, and he could feel the heat from the demon sitting above him. He looked up, his lips falling open as Karasu bent down to kiss him deeply.

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It surprised him when Karasu scraped his nails against a bare back. When had the demon removed his shirt? At first it seemed like an irrelevant detail, but to Kurama it meant alarm. Didn't he notice, or remember? Karasu was kissing down his chest now after lifting the redhead into his lap. Kurama's hands gripped the demon's shoulders, feeling the muscles working beneath the pale skin. This was undeniably wrong. How had he ended up here, in this terrible situation. Kurama's eyes rolled upwards. Karasu's forebidding spell had penetrated him deeper than he could have imagined.

"Kurama. Your eyes tell me you are wandering. What is it that I must do to keep you here? I want your face, Fox." He caressed a soft cheek, palm lightly brushing Kurama's trembling mouth. Keeping the green eyes trapped, Karasu turned them, moving Kurama so that the Fox lay over him, his light body tensing as if he wanted just to float away. "I won't let you float away." Coyly parrying the confusion that seeped into the green wells, Karasu wrapped his arms tightly over Kurama's back. "You won't float away from me, Kurama." Laughing quietly, his blue eyes like deep glass, Karasu shifted his arms, pushing the kitsune's pants down past his hips, caressing milky thighs and making a mockingly piteous face at the Fox as Kurama made a small sound of surprise. "Cold?" he teased, shoving Kurama up his body until their faces came together. "Do you feel this, Kurama? This is what your team can never give you." His laugh seemed to resound as he rolled over, pinning the demon beneath him.

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His senses heightened as their naked bodies writhed against each other. The light coming in through the window sent sharp angles over Kurama's hips and legs, throwing his shining eyes into shadow. Karasu found himself growing hot, wanting every part of the Fox at once, to taste every emotion spiraling through the eyes which enchanted his lust. And Kurama moved almost desperately against him, torn between his guilt and his fear, and Karasu's overpowering desire. But this lusty sparring had to stop, Karasu reasoned with private amusement. The night was never long enough to sate his appetite. "This is your test, Kurama."

Without raising his eyes, Kurama leaned back. The room had become very cold, as if those words were each a layer of ice. That panic was slowly ebbing back into his heart, the same panic he felt when he ran from the demon world fifteen years earlier. Karasu was holding his shoulders, rubbing them, staring at him. Kurama was staring past the demon uneasily at the thing lying against the pillow. Karasu took his chin and guided his face back to him, Kurama's breath choking slightly. The black haired demon was smiling and Kurama stopped breathing, his nerves like freed and snaking live wires. Right then he wanted nothing more than to *move*, feel the freedom of the twilight air outside the window. Karasu's eyes felt like bars falling across him, wrapping him in an ever tightening cage.

"Nervous, Kurama?" The kitsune's face was painfully tense, and Karasu felt his restless energy. So he gripped the demon tightly, a few strands of red hair caught in his fingers, and eased Kurama down onto the bed. Pulling the stiff fists to his lips, he kissed them before holding them in the center of Kurama's chest. Now the Fox was looking at him, his throat moving as he swallowed. Karasu leaned very close, his hair covering Kurama's face. He reached passed Kurama and picked up the thing off the pillow.

Kurama moved a little, shutting his eyes, feeling the knuckles of his hands pressing into his skin. There wasn't a thought in his head, just the stillness around him, the smell of Karasu's hair. He didn't move until he felt Karasu lifting his legs, bent at the knees. "Karasu," he whispered hoarsely. A cold circlet closed around each knee. Opening his eyes, he saw through gaps in Karasu's hair one long strap coming towards his head, passing his face and slipping under his hair, lifting his legs into the air. His fingers beneath Karasu's hands were sweaty. The strap landed around his neck, anchoring the raised position of his legs. A strip of cloth came into Karasu's hands and Kurama's wrists were bound together. Karasu's hair fell into his eyes and he tried to shake it away, but the silky feeling stuck to his eyelashes, keeping them closed now as the demon moved above him. "Karasu," he said again, blanching when the demon rested between his lifted legs. He could sense the strength hovering just over him, and was aware of very muscle that contradicted the gentle mouth that covered his. The sweat on his hands slicked his wrists and the cloth binding them became wet. Karasu's navel brushed his palm.

The red hair was spread out over the sheets, framing Kurama's expression like perfection. Karasu gripped either side of the kitsune's face and kissed him, pressing his whole body into the Fox as the bound wrists moved against his stomach. Now Kurama would be his, completely.

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He could barely breathe, his lips trembling as much as his legs while Karasu feasted on his neck, licking and biting at the warm skin with sharp teeth, grazing his demon fangs over the delicately curved joint of neck and shoulder. The taller demon's hands seemed never to become still, threading themselves continually through his hair, once long fingers playing around his lips, taunting Kurama's tongue. He pressed his chin into the crown of Karasu's head when the demon opened his mouth to suck at the hollow of his throat, the spot burning hot and wet when Karasu moved away, lower to caress a stiff nipple with his languid tongue.

Thumbs replacing his tongue on Kurama's chest, Karasu leaned up on his knees, staring down at the Fox superiorly. There was a dark blush of heat staining the redhead's cheeks, matching the swollen flush of his parted lips. Karasu moaned, attacking Kurama's mouth with his, the kiss forceful and deep, pressing Kurama's head back into the sheets, their tongues burning like fire against each other.

Kurama was gasping, pushing at Karasu with his bound hands, trying to break the kiss as Karasu devoured his mouth hungrily. A core of heat had begun to develop in Kurama's stomach, spiraling up his body as if feeding from the friction of their winding tongues and clashing teeth. He struggled to think, to keep from getting lost in the taste of Karasu, to keep his body from craving Karasu. But his mind was fading, being blocked out by the part of him urging to arch and writhe beneath the demon dominating him, to cry out and beg for Karasu to take him. He was slipping, Kurama could feel it, the heat was becoming blinding, swallowing him whole, obstructing his sense of reason with a torrid storm of pleasure. And as his eyes became unfocused he felt completely prone to the mouth and hands playing his body like an instrument, making him their own.

As if Kurama had spoken his thoughts, Karasu could feel a change in the Fox's reaction to his ministrations. Beneath him, the slender body began to arch and move, as if trying to reach up to him. He smirked, abruptly breaking their solid kiss and drawing away from the demon completely, leaving Kurama lying open and gasping under him. The bound hands twisted, and Kurama's face turned side to side like the Fox was trying to dislodge the sensation Karasu had left with the dynamic kiss. Wiping his lips with a single finger, Karasu sat back on his heals, predatorily studying Kurama's body. He could feel the heat rolling off of the Fox in delicious waves, massaging his sensitive skin, and could clearly see the struggle taking place from Kurama's face. Beads of sweat glided easily down the flushed cheeks, a few clinging to the redhead's puckered lips. Karasu could think of nothing more delectable than licking them clean, but decided on another path. He leaned over Kurama, careful not to touch him, his lips coming within a breadth of the pale forehead. Right below him Kurama went tensely still, expectant. Then Karasu extended his tongue, the only thing touching the Fox, and carefully drew it straight down from the edge of the smooth hairline to the tip of the perfect nose.

And the demon did not stop there. Kurama fought to keep still as that magnetic tongue swept a clean split over his lips, over his chin, and down his neck, continuing to divide his body in half with a cool trail. When Karasu passed his navel, a fiercely ticklish shock caused Kurama to jerk his legs, the tiniest of smiles breaking out on his lips. Finally Karasu stopped, right at the thickening break of the thin line of hair leading from Kurama's naval. The tongue abandoned his skin, tormenting him mercilessly so that his teeth clenched in failed anticipation.

Whatever mastery of his own will Kurama possessed, Karasu had breached some aspect of it. Standing tall on his knees, hair spilling down his chest like an ebony waterfall, Karasu brought his lips up to Kurama's ankle, giving it a neat kiss. He could see out of the corner of his eye as the Fox bit his lip, green eyes closed. Lifting the slender leg higher, Karasu led a trail of soft kisses from the underside of a bent knee, to the tip of quivering toes, drawing his tongue over the smooth, gleaming nails. Manipulating the flexible joint, Karasu bent the foot up, kissing the sensitive arch as his fingers traced luxuriously down the back of Kurama's raised leg. "Now the other," he promised cajolingly, lustily watching Kurama lick his lips tentatively. His fingers danced up the thigh, tickled past the knee, and wrapped around the ankle, holding it roughly as his tongue again swept the warm, smooth skin, pulsing against the tough heel and lips sucking the ankle's rise.

Sensations like none he had felt before raced over his body, fueling that core of heat, sending tendrils of fire bursting over his scalp and flying to the tips of every hair on his head. "I'm on fire," he whispered helplessly, his eyes flying open when the touch of fingers and tongue left his body. Blearily they rolled in their sockets; he was coming out of a cloud. Karasu's striking face appeared in sharp focus, so close he could taste the demon's breath. It stained his lips with wet heat, and suddenly, he felt afraid.

"You're beautiful, Kurama." And your mine. The moment he spoke, the living emeralds embedded in the statuesque face looked away. White teeth nearly bit through startlingly crimson lips. "Modesty?" Karasu wound his fingers in the kitsune's hair. "Don't cross your legs now." Smoldering eyes challenged his easy smile, and lips red as blood turned down. Kurama's face was different all of a sudden, feral. Karasu leaned forward, their eyes squared equally, faces so close that Karasu could see each individual vein of vibrant green in the redhead's eyes, and each vein was bursting with blazing energy so intense that Karasu covered them with both hands, the after affect of that pitch leaving behind a treasured smile that Karasu felt under his skin. Then, lips curving of their own will as they drew back over his teeth, he dove forward and swallowed the redhead's lips, his teeth catching Kurama's lower lip in a savage hold.

Blood pooled shallowly over his lip and Kurama sharply jerked his head back, releasing his blocked vision and freeing his mouth. Karasu drew away, and Kurama followed his mouth, biting his lips roughly, tongue spearing into the open mouth. Their dueling mouths flashed with teeth, Kurama attaching himself to Karasu, the passion arching his torso up off the bed and melting into Karasu's chest. When their lips met again, Karasu wrapped his arms securely around Kurama, gently falling back with him. Their kisses became soft, Kurama returning his lids over his eyes, letting his lips and tongue see for him.

When Karasu slowly left his lips thirsting for more, Kurama made a small sound in his throat, pulling at his tied down hands. The dark haired demon rested a finger to his mouth to quiet him, and moved down the length of Kurama's body. Tenseness returned, the reassurance that had mysteriously appeared within him before now devastatingly dried up. Again, he was at the mercy of a merciless demon who wanted nothing more than to purge him of every scrap of freedom and dignity in this one night. He knew that Karasu could sense the fear in his face. It was odd, but the confidence he had just seconds ago left him like a leaf falling from the tree in Autumn. His body still thrummed with pleasure, but his head was becoming clear, and cold was dousing the flame licking up his spine.

Karasu did sense it. Kurama's eyes neglected the biting edge and were lost in folds of red hair when the kitsune turned his head. A hasty anger guilt up under his brow, boiling down into a low and dangerous snarl. He would have the Fox, any way he took him, he would have him. His eyes narrowed. The more Kurama resisted, the more he wanted him. That beautiful face would belong to him before the night was through. "Kurama," he commanded, "I want you to see it when I take you." Kurama turned towards him, his eyes betraying his profuse distress. Quick as a serpent striking, Karasu pressed down onto Kurama, pulling a cry from the redhead, and shoved two fingers between the demon's lips, slicking them with saliva. Karasu held them up in front of the kitsune's eyes. "It seems only appropriate, doesn't it, Kurama." The redhead looked stricken.

"Don't, Karasu, enough." Kurama pleaded with his eyes, beseeching any lenity in Karasu's face. "Haven't you had enough yet?" he whispered urgently.

Karasu looked him straight in the eye, and smiled.

Kurama cried out as Karasu pierced him with both fingers. He twisted against the sheets when Karasu withdrew his fingers and thrust wholly into Kurama, splitting the kitsune. Then the demon grabbed the straps leading from Kurama's legs in both hands and brutally yanked him up.

The kitsune's protests were swallowed and Karasu began to thrust inside of him, jarring Kurama's spine, reawakening the line of fire spreading up through his body, forcing delicious cries of pain mixed pleasure from the Fox's red mouth. Then Karasu jerked Kurama closer to him, moving harder inside of the kitsune, and whispered coaxingly in his ear, "My name, Kurama, say it." His rhythm grew faster, Kurama's mouth opening wider against his jaw line, as if struggling to voice the sensation. Karasu could feel bruises starting on his hips, he reveled in the subdued ache, his words matching the jarring thrusts he fed to the Fox. "I want to hear it while looking at your beautiful face, Kurama." He grabbed the demon's chin and forced the misted eyes on his. "*Say it*."

The force inside of him was becoming overpowering; the guilt, the pain, and the overwhelming pleasure that conquered his body. He was close to the brink, and as Karasu's body collided into his own again and again, Kurama drew from the irrepressible explosion and gasped, barely catching his breath as Karasu fell with him over the edge, and then it was the instant Karasu dug his nails into his back, still riding the peak; "Kara.. Karasu...."

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The straps had left angry red marks imprinted on his skin. Kurama touched them gingerly. He had a plant that would heal them quickly, and save any scarring. Behind him, lying on the bed with his head nestled in his hands, was Karasu. Running his fingers through his hair, Kurama put his feet on the floor, sitting up. Karasu sat up, too, and Kurama could feel the demon come very close, his lips resting against his ear.

"Go on, Kurama. Go back to your friends."

He rose without speaking, without looking back. Pulling on his clothes, the cloth feeling coarse and worn, Kurama paused. "Your scent clings to me."

Karasu rose behind him, wrapping the kitsune in his arms. "Drown in it." He turned the redhead roughly and kissed him, not minding the lack of response. Cupping the face whose beauty he had thought could only be dreamed, Karasu repeated, "Drown in it."

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A/N: Man, is this sex scene drawn out! But, this is actually just one slice of the pie. This is chapter four of my story, Unwilling, on fanfiction.net. Yes, that's a plug to read my story. But I'm bringing the entire thing here very soon!