Kindred Spirits

Disclaimer: Don’t own show, wish I did. (This is a very long chapter)
Crossover, Yu-gi-oh and Yu Yu Hakusho (Pairing: Karasu and Yami Marik)
Contains: Yaoi, anal, oral, D/s, tort, NC, BDSM, BP

Deep shadows cloaked the withering leaves and vines ravaged from their roots by invisible fiery bombs thrown by a tall demon with long black hair and stony, cold eyes, dressed entirely in black, standing by a bloody river. No light but a dim, dull moon shimmer penetrated the close confines of the clutter of tall menacing oaks and pines. Death and decay ran rampant through this valley of darkness, encasing all with melancholic hopelessness—drearily monotonous in its stillness.

‘Gloomy,’ The black-haired, pale skin demon studied his surroundings, searching for some form of life in this clove, but none except himself moved unaided—everything in this valley was dead, decaying in dreary, eerie silence. Silently he stood still, surveying his surroundings, bemused somewhat by the vast solitude vibrating from this cluttered clove.

Realizing that not a thing moved—not even the leaves swayed from a passing breeze, the demon looked back at the direction whence he came, rethinking his conviction that something inhabited this valley. Having heard stories of a haunted valley, marred by a vicious and cruel ghost, his curiosity lured him to this desolate place, intrigued that such a place existed in the living world. Now, however, it seemed not even a ghost inhabited this forsaken valley, not a whiff of aura, spirit or demon, caught his senses—no proof existed to show that anything sinister lived here except the horridness of the dead surroundings.

‘Heh, heh.’ A voice echoed suddenly through the stillness, vibrating from every tree and rock, laughing insanely at the demon, chuckling even through the black-haired demon’s thoughts—and he realized that the voice truly only sounded in his thoughts. ‘What have we here? Another lost soul caught in my web—another victim?’

“Whoever you are, come confront me face to face or I’ll assume you’re a coward.”

‘Your words are bold, my pet.’ The looming silent voice replied, bemused and relishing the moment as the demon growled angrily at being called ‘pet.’

“You’re the bold one—no one calls me ‘pet.’”

‘Oh? What do they call you then, sweetie?’

“Don’t call me ‘sweetie’ either, the name’s Karasu.” He, Karasu, standing tall with eyes narrowed and mouth pursed, replied, angry and frustrated at the brass of this unseen stranger. ‘He’ll learn though,’ thought Karasu, ‘Learn never to call me ‘pet.’’

‘You think so, pet? I believe it’s you who’ll learn to call me ‘master.’’ The unspoken voice coolly replied, its owner obviously able to read thoughts, his words eliciting a response from the stony eyed Karasu, put off for a second as he took in the meaning of the stranger’s words.

For a second his pathos lingered on the edge of indignation, but Karasu surprised the voice and himself by laughing, too humored by the stranger’s threat to be angry— amusement erasing the harsh stony mark of rage from his face and eyes. Laughing so hard his eyes watered, his chuckles as penetrating through the forest as the darkness that encased it, echoing through the dense silence, Karasu leaned against a nearby tree unable to breathe for laughing.

Silence sounded endlessly around in the impending vast solitude, quiet and deadly, quieting Karasu who felt the rage in the air from the unspoken voice.

‘You find my words funny, Kara-chan?’ The voice asked, his tone anything but humored, the quiet rage unspoken in the thick tense air. Indignation rising through him again, Karasu opened his mouth to protest once more, this time over being called ‘Kara-chan,’ but his words ended up a gasp as a person’s form appeared from thin air in front of him.

Skin copper hued, arms bedecked with gold bracelets and arm bands, blond hair spiked rigidly every-which way, this being stood not ten feet in front of Karasu, his body youthful and lithe, held in a rigid way that expressed fury as impenetrable as stone.

‘A sculpted perfection,’ Karasu mused, forgetting his own anger as he stared at the copper beauty standing in front of him, bedazzled by how stern wrath made the cold, harsh boy in front of him more bewitching in his eyes. He knew by the stony look in the dull purple bluish eyes of the tan boy in front of him that the copper beauty hadn’t meant to be an amusing enchantment in Karasu’s eyes—but he was nonetheless. And such was the coal haired demon’s bewitchment that he was keen to dismiss his rightful anger over being called ‘pet’ by the blond. Almost.

“Well? What about my words did you find amusing?” The copper beauty demanded, marring Karasu’s bewitched view of his elegance by the harsh tone of voice—a sound unfitting of the boy standing in front of him. “I’m waiting.”

“What’s your name?”

“Answer me first, Kara-chan.”

“Your name first, pet.”

“Don’t you dare refer to me as ‘pet.’”

“Why not? I’m merely paying you back, pet-chan, but if you wish for me to stop, I will, just tell me your name—otherwise I’ll have to call you ‘it-chan’”

“….” The blond glared intensely at the coal haired demon seeming on the verge of inexpressible rage, but ended up smirking as he spoke. “Fine, Marik’s my name. I’ve never encountered someone as bold as you in my life, Kara-chan.”

“Same here, I’ve never before met someone with your gall, calling me ‘Kara-chan.’ I guess I’ll call you Ma-chan then. Or maybe Rik-chan.” Karasu replied, pronouncing the ‘Rik’ part with a soft ‘l’, in the Japanese fashion, so that it sounded like ‘lick.’

“Heh, bold.” Marik replied, hiding his rage behind a mask of laughter to keep Karasu off guard as he made his move, exercising control over the shadows so that they loomed closer to the tall demon, wrapping around Karasu’s arms silently.

“Huh?” Karasu noticed the shadow bonds moments after they bound tightly to his arms, dragging him toward the grey menacing oak trees, the blond beauty smirking insanely sadistic stepping toward the trees Karasu was now bound to.

However he didn’t get even three feet before setting off one of the many invisible bombs Karasu had scattered around before he even stepped into the clove. Struck in the leg by that first bomb, Marik jumped back in surprise, hitting another bomb that exploded on impact, sending the copper beauty forward onto his knees, blood staining his now ripped clothing. Now on guard, Marik knelt still on the ground, glaring at Karasu viciously annoyed that he had been caught off guard so easily.

“Like my surprise, Rik-chan?” Karasu asked, smirking and staring hungrily at the blood seeping from Marik’s wounds, loving that look of pain in those angry eyes, dismayed when it disappeared the next second. But he knew that he controlled the moment, the copper beauty hadn’t the slightest clue as to where the bombs were and even if he did, Karasu could use his aura to move or ignite them. “Release me.”

“Why should I?”

“Heh….” Karasu, expecting that reply, used a burst of his aura to set off the bomb closest to Marik, who was again surprised and scarred by the explosion which set off another bomb close by. Five consecutive explosions of invisible bombs, each set off by the one igniting before it, wounded Marik severely in such a short time that the copper skin boy released Karasu and used the shadows to guard himself instead. “I thought you’d see it my way, Rik-chan.”

“Leave.”

“No.” Karasu stepped closer to Marik, the invisible bombs moving out of his path as he walked, stopping right in front of the tan boy. Staring into those cruel defiant eyes, Karasu felt himself become hard, imagining how it would feel to have the copper skin beauty squirming beneath him. Knowing that Marik didn’t dare move lest he get hit by another bomb, Karasu knelt down in front of the boy, bringing his smooth pale hand to Marik’s cheek, running his fingers along the soft skin, loving how the boy flinched at the touch.

“Get….” Marik began, sharply cut off by Karasu, face-mask off his mouth, crushing his lips on his, forcing his tongue into the blonde’s mouth, sucking hungrily at those juicy lips. Overcoming his shock, Marik pushed Karasu away angrily; annoyed by the fact that the demon made such a bold move, as though he was the one in control. This rejection angered but didn’t surprise the black-haired demon who proceeded by grabbing hold of Marik’s hair and jerking the boy’s head backward, and then brought his mouth roughly down on Marik’s lips again, this time not allowing the boy to resist.

Exploring every inch of Marik’s mouth with his tongue, Karasu moved his free hand under the boy’s bloodstained shirt, grinning slightly at the boy’s flinch at the unwanted touch. Brushing softly along the skin until he found what he sought, a small nub on the boy’s chest, Karasu rubbed the nipple, pinching and rubbing until it became hard, loving the muffled moans coming from the copper beauty at the touch. His lust growing, Karasu grabbed at the boy’s shirt, ripping it off so that the copper skin, soaked with blood from the wounds caused by the bombs, lay naked in his view, enticing him with its perfection.

Gasping at the feel of the cool air on his bare skin, Marik stared at the stony eyed demon who broke the kiss and brought his lips to the boy’s neck, annoyed by the band necklace clinging tightly to Marik’s neck. Ripping the necklace off roughly, leaving a few scrapes and cuts on the blonde’s neck, Karasu discarded the offending item, and then brought his hungry lips back to the copper neck. Pleasure surprisingly spreading through his body from the caress, Marik moaned, his own erection growing against his wishes; he didn’t want this, he wanted to be the one in control over Karasu, but he couldn’t resist since those bombs had ravaged his limbs making them useless and bloody.

Lust and pleasure heating up his body, Karasu moved his lips to the blonde’s chest, kissing hungrily all the way to the boy’s right nipple, and then he licked the small nub, enjoying the gasp escaping Marik’s throat—the boy was enjoying this no matter how much he tried to resist. Sucking ravenously at the small nub, his hand rubbing and pinching the other one, Karasu pushed Marik backward so that the boy’s legs stuck uncomfortably beneath him.

Breaking off his embrace Karasu stared at the copper boy lying beneath him, tracing his fingers along the tan skin, feathery and slow, pausing at the edge of Marik’s pants. Grinning sadistically, the stony eyed demon rubbed the crotch of the blonde’s pants, enjoying the gasps and moans that elicited, feeling Marik’s erection grow harder under his touch.

Heated pleasure rushing from his groin, Marik moaned, loving how Karasu’s caresses felt, wondering if the demon would unbutton his pants and stroke his hard shaft without any cloth in the way. However, just as Marik let out another moan, Karasu backed away and waited for the boy to look at him, smirking at Marik’s confused expression.

“Wha…?” Marik stared questioningly and angry at the demon, frustrated by Karasu building up his lust but stopping short of release. Unable, and unwilling, to deny himself, Marik moved the lesser damaged of his arms to his groin, moaning from the heated pleasure resulting from that touch. As Marik fumbled with undoing his pants with one hand, Karasu leaned slightly over the boy, staring deeply into the blonde’s eyes before he spoke.

“Stop that.” Karasu ordered glaring intently into Marik’s dull hued eyes, waiting to be obeyed.

However Marik ignored him, and continued to undo his pants, desperate to relieve himself, paying no attention to the anger flaring up in Karasu’s eyes. The next second, with no warning at all, Karasu grabbed hold of Marik’s arm, squeezing the wrist tightly, and jerking it away in one fast, painful motion, eliciting a yell from Marik as the bone snapped. Letting go of the wrist, Karasu smirked sadistically at the copper skin beauty squirming in pain on the ground, delighting in the gasps and curses escaping the blonde’s clenched teeth. Marik tried desperately not to cry out from the pain refusing to give Karasu the satisfaction of knowing how badly the demon hurt him.

“Good, pet. You don’t do anything without order from your master.” Karasu purred, smirking hungrily at Marik.

“You’re not my master, bastard.” Marik seethed, and focused his control over the shadows so that they wrapped around Karasu again. But the demon had been expecting this, and dodging the shadow bonds, he sent some invisible bombs at Marik that exploded right above the boy, injuring his already ravaged limbs, blood staining his clothes and skin. Weakened, but keeping silent in his pain, Marik stopped the shadows from attacking Karasu, and then moved so that his legs were no longer bended uncomfortably beneath him. Sighing briefly in relief Marik stood lying on the ground breathing deeply to relax the dizziness caused by the pain.

“Heh.” Karasu, stepping toward where Marik lay, stopping just a few inches away, smirked, giving no clue as to what he would do next. For a moment neither moved, the intense silence shrouding them completely, but then Karasu moved, lifting and bringing his foot down hard on Marik’s left leg until a loud crack was heard as the bone shattered.

“Ahhgrrr….” Marik growl-screamed, biting on his lip to cut off his scream of agony—him being himself a sadist, he knew how Karasu thought, hearing a scream of agony would only strengthen Karasu’s lust exciting him to do more to Marik, and the copper boy wasn’t about to increase the demon’s lust so easily.

“Heh, don’t be shy, pet, scream all you like.” Karasu purred standing over Marik, one leg on either side of the copper skin boy.

“Fuck you.” Marik growled, trying to stand up in defiance, but he could only squirm a foot off the ground, the pain numbing his limbs so that they were useless. “Ah.” The blond gasped as Karasu grabbed his hair and yanked the blond into a semi-sitting position—then the demon, grinning, stepped on Marik’s right hand, pressing down hard until the boy screamed in pain.

“When I tell you that you can scream, it’s an order for you to do so.” Karasu whispered sharply, smirked, and then undid his pants with his free hand while his other held Marik by the hair. His throbbing member free from the confines of his pants, Karasu glared down at Marik, whose eyes widened and face contorted into a snarl as he realized what the demon wanted him to do. “Suck.”

“No.” Marik snarled bristling as Karasu stepped closer so that his shaft was only inches away from the boy’s face. “I’ll bite it off.”

“Heh…you do that and….” Karasu began, bringing his foot in between Marik’s legs and pressed slightly down on the boy’s concealed erection. “I’ll make sure you regret it.”

“…ah….” Marik whimpered in pain as Karasu pressed down a little harder when the boy did move quickly enough, timidly bringing his lips to the demon’s hard, throbbing shaft, kissing it lightly as Karasu gasped at the touch. Sensing the impatience of the demon’s lust, not wanting to give Karasu any more reason to hurt him down there, Marik flicked his tongue out, licking the tip of Karasu’s erection, the demon shuddering with pleasure at the touch.

“Ah…nice lick, Rik-chan.”

“Urr….” Marik’s copper hued cheeks turned red from anger and embarrassment over how Karasu said ‘Rik,’ putting unwarranted emphasis on making the ‘r’ sound like ‘l’. But, feeling Karasu prodding impatiently at his crotch, Marik took the demon’s hard shaft into his mouth and began sucking.

Pleasure pulsating through his groin from each suck of Marik’s, Karasu moaned tightening his hold on the boy’s hair, wanting him to suck harder.

“Harder, my pet.” Karasu moaned, pulling slightly on Marik’s hair until the boy did what the demon ordered, sucking harder and deeper, taking in as much of the shaft as possible into his mouth, growling in displeasure. Feeling the warm mouth sucking rhythmically harder at his throbbing shaft, Karasu groaned in pleasure, wrapping his arms around Marik’s neck, holding the boy tightly as he thrust his hips, wanting to get as much pleasure as possible out of the moment.

Displeased at the current situation, Marik growled increasingly as he continued to suck Karasu, the vibrations from his growls pleasuring the demon more, so Karasu didn’t mind that small show of defiance—for the moment.

On the verge of orgasm, Karasu thrust his hips one last time, roughly, moaning as he spilled his cum into Marik’s mouth, his eyes gleaming as he saw the boy nearly choke on the fluid, spitting in onto the ground loath-fully.

“Heh, that felt good, pet.” Karasu knelt down in front of Marik, brushing his fingers lightly on Marik’s bare chest, pinching his nipples teasingly. Grinning evilly, Karasu brought his lips to the tan boy’s chest, kissing each perky nipple briskly before moving down the tan chest, caressing the soft skin as Marik moaned and gasped from pleasure.

Sure Marik didn’t understand why Karasu was building up his pleasure so much, why the demon let the boy enjoy the feel of his caresses, but he was content with enjoying the moment, letting his lust build up until he yearned desperately for release. Gasping unabashed as Karasu’s kisses reached the edge of his pants, Marik bucked his hips to show that he wanted the demon to continue, that he wanted the demon to give to him what he had been forced to give Karasu. However, the demon only smirked, pushing the boy back down to the ground, tracing Marik’s skin with his pale fingers seductively always stopping short of the boy’s pants.

Impatiently Marik bucked his hips again, not at all trying to hide his own rage over being denied what he craved, after all, it was cruel for the demon to purposely build up the boy’s lust and then not allow him the means to satisfy that lust. Not that Marik was at all surprised, he himself usually did the same thing to his victims, enjoying their frustration—but he hated the fact that he was now the victim of such torture; a torture, in his mind, worse than the pain pulsating from his bruised and broken body.

Seeing how desperate his pet was, Karasu grinned, debating silently whether to please the boy or not—that was an easy answer, no, he would never please anyone the way he forced the boy to please him—that was too degrading. Besides he was in the mood to just continue to torture his pet with pleasure.

“Goddamn it, Karasu, I did it for you.” Marik growled not at all able to hide the desperation in his voice, nor did he try to hide his anger.

“You want it badly, don’t you, Rik-chan?” Karasu purred teasingly, lightly touching the place Marik wanted touched, smirking when the boy bucked his hips in need of more of that fleeting touch.

Knowing that he shouldn’t tease the boy too much, he had pets that did some crazy things to get relief from their lust, and he had no intention of finding out what this copper beauty could and would do—the only thing that had stopped Marik from fighting back against Karasu was the fact that he didn’t know where the invisible bombs were or how the demon controlled them. Karasu could sense that if Marik became too caught up with lust, the boy would do something drastic to receive satisfaction, regardless of the danger—he was already making demands on Karasu even though his body bore the marks of the demon’s cruel punishment. The boy just didn’t care about the pain as much as a normal person, and that bewildered and worried Karasu who didn’t want to see what Marik would do if he wasn’t injured; the demon worried that his oppression of the boy would bring out the worst in Marik and that doing so was the worst thing he could ever do.

Finally relenting somewhat, Karasu undid Marik’s pants, ripping them away roughly as he observed the boy’s throbbing hardness—the boy was a copper perfection, beautiful everywhere, in Karasu’s opinion. Feathery soft, Karasu stroke the shaft slightly with one long pale finger, causing Marik to moan intensely until the demon moved his finger away, smirking slyly—they were going to do things his way.

Moving over to Marik’s side, Karasu grabbed a hold of the boy’s arm, feeling himself become hard again as Marik let out a groan of pain—the arm had been ravaged almost completely by the bombs, and obviously still burned with pain. Ignoring the confused look on the boy’s face, Karasu pulled Marik into a sitting position, getting excited with each soft howl of agony escaping those delicate lips. Moving behind the boy, Karasu caressed Marik’s sides with his hands, allowing the boy’s lust to flare up even more as he brushed each hand slightly against Marik’s heated shaft.

“Karasu . . . what?”

Quieting Marik with a finger to the boy’s lips, Karasu lifted him up by the underarms and then lowered him down so that Marik leaned against his chest, his strong but injured legs straddled over Karasu’s hips. Kissing the back of Marik’s neck once, feeling a slight shudder pass through the boy’s body as he realized what the demon wanting to do, Karasu positioned Marik on his lap for penetration.

“Ready, Rik-chan?”

“Wait I . . . ”

“Heh . . . ” Karasu smirked, lowering Marik down on his shaft, swift and rough, loving the sensations as he entered the boy, hardening even more as he felt Marik’s desperate squirms and struggles to get away. Leaning forward, his lips at the back of Marik’s neck, Karasu caressed the boy’s front with his hands, rubbing Marik’s nipples as he sucked on the boy’s supple neck.

“Karasu . . . ”

“It’ll be easier if I had your help, Rik-chan.” Karasu whispered as he trailed his kisses to Marik’s ear, giving a little thrust of his hips so that the boy would get the hint.

Grasping what Karasu wanted him to do quickly, Marik ignored the pain, raised his hips to the point where Karasu was almost out of him and then slammed back down, somewhat awkward in his movements—this position was new to him in that he never had been the one to be entered, and he never realized just how much pain and work there was in doing it this way.
Realizing that the boy was inexperienced in this position, Karasu decided to change the position into one where he was more in control, because Marik’s haphazard attempts were bound not to pleasure him as much as the demon wanted to be. Holding tightly to Marik’s sides, Karasu pushed the boy forward onto his hands and knees, keeping the boy still as Marik struggled to steady himself on his wounded limbs.

Finally settled, Marik breathed deeply knowing what was coming next, and not liking the idea one bit—but he knew that this was one way that his lust could be relieved, and he needed release desperately. Besides, it was only a matter of time before he had his day of dominance with the sadistic Karasu—soon, very soon he would get his revenge on the demon.

Waiting for Marik’s shudder to pass, Karasu took in a deep breath that he had been denying himself ever since he took his mask off—he’d been waiting for the right time to breathe in the oxygen and bombs around him, knowing that it was because of his bombs that he had the advantage over the copper beauty. But now, Marik would obviously still think that the bombs surrounded them and wouldn’t try to attack Karasu again, so the demon could breathe as much as he liked now, no longer having to hold his breath, his hair turning blond as he did so.

“Ready, Rik-chan?”

“Urr...just hurry up.”

“Hm.” Karasu smirked, thrusting hard into the boy, sheathing his entire length into him, enjoying the yelp of pain that escaped from Marik’s lips. Loving the tight confines within Marik, Karasu waited a moment before pulling out, listening to the labored breathing of the boy’s as Marik tried to keep his cries to a minimum. ‘So the boy knows how much his cries who excite me. . .um, just knowing he’s in pain excites me, so him denying his agony vocals is just futile.’ Karasu thought before thrusting back into Marik making sure it was as painful as possible so he could wrench a scream from the boy.

Continuing on in that vein for a while, Karasu moved his hand to Marik’s quivering erection, pumping it hard and fast, in time with his thrusts and as rough. But Marik didn’t care about the pain—actually the pain seemed to increase his lust and pleasure, enticing moans of pleasure and pain from his throat. Karasu’s movements teeming on the edge of pleasurable and painful, Marik cursed, wanting more as he neared closer to the edge with each thrust.

The now blond demon also neared climax with each hard thrust, losing himself in the raptured bliss of the moment, not caring that he had wanted to toy with his pet a little while longer before bringing him over the edge. Moaning simultaneously with Marik, Karasu lost himself completely as he reached the peak of pleasure, scream-growling in bliss as he passed that peak, spilling his cum inside of Marik. Just in that same moment, body pounding in lust and pain, Marik let go a loud moan as he, too, came, his seed spilling onto the demon’s hand.

Both of them spent, Marik collapsed on the ground, unable to stay up on his injured, tired limbs, and Karasu laid down next to him after pulling out of the boy, completely spent. Unable to stay awake, Karasu closed his eyes, a satisfied smile on his lips, and fell asleep as the tired Marik opened his eyes to stare sadistically at the demon, satisfied himself by something only he knew.