Chance Encounters

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Chance Encounters

The hall was lined with demons, some Kurama knew were from teams already defeated, some from finals hopefuls. All looked at Yusuke with the same terrible face, bloodthirsty eyes practically dripping their malice. Striding tall next to the Spirit Detective, Kuwabara thrust his face out at the demons, daring all of them with a haughty display of teeth in a wide grin. Kurama could see Genkai's eyes moving slowly over the demons, half watching Kuwabara, an expression of exasperation giving light to the situation. If Genkai was not worried, then there existed no possible reason for the rest of them to be.

Kurama dwelled on the thought, idly stepping around loose tentacles trailing off of a fierce looking creature with great yellow piercing eyes. "Excuse me," he said quietly, taking subtle pleasure in the irritated garble that followed his words. A frayed tip on one of the wormy tentacles rose from the ground and shook at him angrily. Kurama flipped his hair turned back to follow the team, but as another huge demon crossed his view, blocking the hallway momentarily, he noticed the abrupt lack of his team's scent.

"Lost?" a velvety voice whispered in his ear, a hand clamping down hard on his upper arm. "I'll help you find your way." The long fingered hand left his arm and snaked up his chest to close over his mouth, another lanky arm holding around his torso. Green eyes spiraling wildly, Kurama just caught sight of Kuwabara's red head coming through the far exit doors, perhaps to look for him. Struggling, Kurama's eyes beseeched Kuwabara to turn his head, to see him, but when the redhead finally turned to look back down the hall, the kitsune had been shoved into a narrow break-off corridor.

Karasu slammed against the wall, Kurama's tensing back fitting so nicely to his front. The kitsune was writhing like a snake, which Karasu enjoyed immensely, choosing to keep that from Kurama. Instead of speaking, he shoved one hand down the Fox's pants, and with the other he easily ripped the front open on Kurama's shirt. Already the redhead was panting, nails digging into Karasu's arms. Setting his fingers in a hard rhythm against Kurama's blushing nipple, Karasu began to stroke the kitsune with a steady pace, earning gasping moans from parted lips. As his hands tortured the Fox demon, his lips contradicted rougher treatment with butterfly kisses landing all over Kurama's uncovered neck and throat, midnight tresses falling across a naked chest covered by a sheen of new sweat.

"Karasu," Kurama moaned, thrashing, his protesting fingers arching into Karasu's skin now growing lax, grip tightening and loosening in cadence to the heated shocks of pleasure centering at his core. And Karasu was ruthless, barely letting him breathe without some movement of his hands; tightening, squeezing, pinching, lips searing lightness on the line of his jaw, tongue a red flame against his lower lip. Demon fingers jerked around him harder, rougher, faster. Kurama let his head drop away from soft lips, sweaty hair falling in thick locks around his face, beads of sweat lingering among the red strands. He felt wild and constricted both at the same time, Karasu's hands hurting him and pleasuring him simultaneously, a combination that sent his body singing with the sensation of being ravaged. "Finish," he gasped, hips bucking as Karasu teasingly slowed his rigorous pace, "Karasu..."

"So you admit you want it?"

His fiery green eyes narrowed through the lank veil of hair. Suddenly he shoved his backside into Karasu's groin, smirking wearily as he felt the demon's mouth widen against the back of his neck. "Do it."

"As you wish," he hissed, fingers tangling roughly in Kurama's hair, yanking his body back in a stark arch. The tight tunnel of his grip constricted around Kurama's center, pumping up and down at a merciless pace, wringing cries from the kitsune's throat as he experienced his own enjoyment from Kurama's wriggling body against his own.

A cut cry, sharp and loud, stoppered by teeth biting down *hard* on moist lips ended Kurama's pain, spreading proof of his ordeal over the crotch of his pants. Leaning back against Karasu, trying to catch his rushing breath, Kurama tilted his head lazily, giving the taller demon's mouth access to his throat. The afterglow dulled his senses, Karasu's teeth bringing him grudgingly up from the warm daze. He felt the small sting as blood broke the surface, a rough tongue digging at the spot, sucking the focused pain away. "Karasu..." he mumbled, hand wandering up to touch the demon's smooth face. Before his palm could caress a cool cheek, Karasu took his wrist, kissing it gently, another hand going up into red hair once more. Kurama purred softly.

"My turn, Fox."

He barely comprehended the meaning, not caring really. Kurama was on a pleasure induced cloud. Distantly he felt himself pushed to his knees. When Karasu sat before him, exposed two inches from his face, Kurama took in the thick scent with a slow, deep breath. Lazily he turned his eyes upwards, meeting Karasu's face. Then his lips curved smartly, eyes never budging as he whipped his tongue out, the muscle curling against his upper lip as Karasu gasped.

"Deeper, Kurama," he chanted, both hands entangled in the kitsune's moist hair, urging his blushing, treacherous mouth to pleasure him further. But Kurama took his time, teasing Karasu. He didn't know what caused this substantial change in the Fox, but he had no complaint. Grunting as he buried himself in Kurama's mouth forcefully, feeling the redhead's nails clutch at the back of his thighs, Karasu watched Kurama, amazement at the erotic sight *happening* to him. The Fox's face had never been so radiant or beautiful, that glorious mouth filled with him to the hilt. And those bewitching eyes never letting Karasu look away, a new and darker light shining within them. But Karasu felt a slight loss of control at the Fox's comfort. Curling the edge of his lip, he tore at Kurama's hair, thrusting deep into the kitsune's mouth, hearing from where he could the muffled noises Kurama was making. His own joined them as he gasped, body moving of its own and the Fox losing his beauty momentarily and becoming nothing but a vassal for Karasu's pleasure. He pillaged Kurama's mouth, and with a final thrust, feeling the Fox's lips encircle him completely in blinding heat, Karasu too found the end. Trying to keep his eyes open, he watched as the Fox's eyes closed to take him in, throat moving as the redhead swallowed him.

Gripping Karasu's hands still locked in his hair, Kurama rose to his feet, tongue wiping the last traces of what just took place from his chin. He felt the weight of sweat in his hair, the tangles growing around his and Karasu's fingers. "Am I too dirty to kiss?" he murmured, hands leaving his hair to cling around Karasu's neck as the demon's wicked mouth closed over his own. The kiss was slow and long, Kurama having to force his head to the side to breathe before Karasu's mouth swallowed him up again, their tongues massaging against each other, lips hot and laced with lingering tastes rubbing and clashing in a whirlwind of wetness and warmth. It felt electrifying, so good. Kurama sighed; so right.

So. Right.

Stop this.

*Kurama, wake up!*

Karasu's hand gently cradled his head.

*KURAMA!*

He pulled away, coughing. Something stung his eyes, like fingers jabbing him out of sleep. Kurama shook his head wildly, beginning to distance himself from Karasu who just seemed to be coming into focus. "No..." The fading pleasure in his body was drenched with sickening disgust. He fell back, eyes wide. But Karasu's hands stopped him, cupping his backside firmly. Kurama felt trapped. His breath was pounding in his chest, nearly drowning out his heartbeat.

The change was dramatic, fitting the Fox's beautiful face in that wretched look of worry, disgust, and fear. Karasu felt he had been tricked by some factor beyond his control. "I'll see you tonight, Fox." His biting words gained a considerable reaction from Kurama, who immediately started shoving violently at him, trying to get away. But Karasu pressed the redhead to him hard enough to leave the Fox gasping, only able to weakly push at his naked chest with limp fists. Karasu leaned over to taste the quick breaths; they were forming words.

"No, Karasu. This is... enough-"

"For now, perhaps. I'll taste you again soon, Kurama." He brought the Fox's face to him roughly, forcing a hard kiss upon Kurama. Then he left the kitsune standing alone in the hall, whisking around the corner and away.

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A/N: This is another excerpt from my fanfiction.net story, Unwilling. Sorry for the plug, I'm going to post it here, soon....