Secret

Title: Secret
Author: The laughing corpse
Genre: One shot, anime/manga, A.U-ish, Yaoi
Rating: R
Fandom: Yu Yu Hakusho/Poltergeist report.
Summary: The hard way is sometimes the best way. YomixKuronue.
A/N: My theories of Kuronue-kun’s personality are pretty irrelevant here. I don’t think the ex. Partner of Youko Kurama was kind, but I do believe he was the nicer of the two. Kurama’s just a cold bastard unfortunately. Written for Livejournal’s 5trueloves community, theme #28: Secret.
Disclaimer: Yu Yu Hakusho will never be mine. Nope. Sorry. The Yu Yu Hakusho series, they solely belong to Yoshihiro Togashi and other big companies own it. I don’t make cash out of this meager piece of writing.


Secret

Can you find it in you to strip me of myself?
-Rem.

‘Why are you such a silly little thing? Trying to run away before the lesson is taut. You should feel shame for behaving so rude and crude and you know what happens to the slippery ones?

Yes, you do know, Yomi. Kurama won’t be too happy about this. He’ll have one fest of a fit once he finds out you tried to kill me in my sleep. Shame on you, Yomi, shame on you. Luckily for you, I am in good spirits this fine evening. I won’t tell our fearless leader of your betrayal.

I won’t tell, Yomi. Do not worry. You are fortunate I like you. I like double-edged swords.

Although, what you did cannot go unpunished, I’m afraid. I could tell you without a droplet of deceit I will enjoy this.’

I crack the whip emphasizing the meaning behind my words. ‘Doesn’t it send chills down your skin? Oh, don’t try to act proud and arrogant. I could clearly see the gooseflesh covering you head to toe. Are you scared?’ I clucked my tongue. ‘That is unnecessary. Kurama wallows in that sort of sadistic play. I, on the other hand, don’t. I am far kinder than you give me credit for. Yet, I could see the beauty of a headstrong creature breaking down by my hands and that in it self is delicious.’

I poked the tip of the whip’s leather handle against the genitals hardening slowly. Excitement and fear go hand-in-hand. ‘Don’t frown. There’s no way to deny this—‘I tapped them a little harder—‘accusation successfully. Your desires speak for themselves.’

I walked around and examined this exquisite body. Lovely. ‘You know it, Yomi and you know what I want to do with it.’

I ran my hands down the hard chest, the muscles quivering in response. The hatred in his eyes excited something in me that I let it known it pleased me.

Crack! The whip slashed a bright line across his spine. A hit on the column of nerves increases the pain tenfold. ‘Go ahead and scream. Your followers will know the price and sadly for them it will cost them their lives. Now, now, why curse obscenities out when you brought this upon your lonesome? Bad things happen to the disobedient.’

Without batting an eye, I marred the perfect back with marks among marks caused by the lethal stroke of the whip. The screams did nothing to penetrate my subconscious. Nothing at all, I continued and came to terms with the hard as steel sensation tightening my loins.

Yomi looked delectable panting, bleeding, worn out. I thought women lit this type of fire, but of course I rarely put females under these types of situations. They are too fair and gentle. Dominating a strong, fierce force ignites the fire to my flame of desires. ‘Yomi, little Yomi…clinging to that pride. Pride isn’t going to do you any good with me.’ Crack! He arches, the wound harsh and open. ‘I like watching your back arch with each strike. I like those pointless curses and this empty plight.’ The smell of blood filled my nostrils. The red splattered the walls and looking down at my hands I was covered in Yomi’s blood.

Delightful. I licked some of it off my fingers while my eyes freely roamed the lax demon’s body. He sagged against his binds and the glowing chains sapped more of his energy away. These shackles were made specifically for demons, high-powered demons. Regular shackles can’t hold youkai down. The more he struggles, the more the chains subdued him.

This was too easy.

Yomi shuddered and spat at me as he looked back at me with those ire-filled eyes. I laughed. ‘How quaint, Yomi.’

I stuffed a gag in his mouth. As much as the screaming excited me I prefer this demon’s silence for a moment. ‘Not now you will not voice your hate.’

I went over to the lever, cranking it down, lowering the chains. Yomi hit the dirt quickly, he groaned having the wounds on his back affected by the sudden move. I raised his face up, lifting it with my foot under his chin. ‘Did that hurt?’

He struggled to throw an insult at me, but all he could do is frantically mumble muffled sounds.

I released his face and quickly shoved my foot across that handsome face. ‘That’s for trying to cut my throat.’ I kicked him around a couple of times, using him as my kicking toy, bruising Yomi up a bit.

I planted my foot at the base of his spine, pressing in hard and extracting a few sounds of pain. I pressed in and grinded another puncture on his bloodied back with the sole of my boot. ‘You should be grateful I am the one punishing you. I am kind compared to Kurama. Show your appreciation, you filthy traitor.’ I grabbed a fist full of his long hair, I pulled him back at a painful angle, you could see his Adam’s apple bobbing and the length of his throat quiver. ‘What do you offer as an apology to me, Yomi?’ I jerked him harder. ‘Well?’

Silence.

Only he groaned in pain. ‘Nothing then? Well, I will have to take from you what I deem worth the effort of taking,’ I said and I helped myself to what I wanted as compensation for this atrocity. I thought about forcing him to bleed until he passed out. One of my lovers is fascinated by the taste of demon blood and who am I to deny my lover? I certainly won’t donate myself as fresh meat while others can do it and I will ensure it.

Yet…the excitement coursing through my veins and draining down to more lively places came to my attention. I had to attend to it because nothing I could do would completely…put it to rest, if you understand where I’m coming from. I knelt behind him, his labored breaths quaked his frame. The pain he was under put a strain on him and I soaked in it.

I leaned forward and dragged my hands up his tight, muscular buttocks, up the small of his back. Unable to resist the dripping blood sliding slowly down the battered flesh, I lapped at it, licked the blood like a child content with a sweet. I ran my tongue over the raw welts and licked most of it clean.

The taste of raw flesh tickled my taste buds. I am no cannibal, but I certainly did appreciate the flavor of meat. His meat.

He squirmed under my touch. I couldn’t stop. My restrain wasn’t top-notch, as I preferred it to be. ‘Yomi…I know what I want now, don’t squirm,’ I said, lightly slapping Yomi’s bottom.

He stiffened, I took advantage of the moment—yes, a splurge of the moment—I cupped what hung between his legs and rolled the sac between my fingers, the gradual to immediate response put a sly grin on my face. He hardened and grew to a thick, long size I could say any man should be proud of. ‘See, no point to hide behind pride. Right now, its worthless.’

I massaged him for a few minutes, the soft texture velvety between my fingers. A sticky droplet oozed from the soft tip of the head, and satisfied, I let go. I loosened my clothing to let myself free. The pressure felt good but any moment longer a pesky pain of deprivation would initiate and that’s the last thing I deserved at the moment. I, myself, felt hard and throbbing with need. I slicked my cock with my saliva. I declined on the option to force Yomi to slick it up for me, knowing how his mind worked he would go as far as to bite down. It would end badly for both of us from there.

My hand stroked the length of my cock. I shivered under my own touch. No, not this time. Yomi will be the one to relieve this need. Then, parting cheeks, I focused on tracing the velvety rim with a bit of spit and any excess blood dripping down Yomi’s spine. The tight texture never ceases to surprise me.

I slipped a finger in and my explorations told me I am Yomi’s first. I am going to be the first to have him like this.

Well, I’ll be! A virgin.

As gentle and nurturing as I could be sexually, I have to make my point and teach the blundering fool of the consequences stepping out of line could have. Yomi writhed the deeper I sunk my finger and moved it around steadily. I wonder if he could handle two?

Should I?

No, not right now. I’ll test that theory for another time.

I start a soft pace, loosening him up at bit.

By his flexing I knew it must have hurt and felt odd.

My insides twisted in anticipation. The only other thing that could sway me in this manner is a masturbating female. Strangely, Yomi pushed this static-like affect over the limit.

I pulled my finger out. I positioned myself and with no regards to the demon’s sensitivity of first-time penetration in I went. I struggled entering that tight crevice, pushing in all the way I almost fell in a molten bliss at the constricting sensation.

Yomi shuddered under me, the chains of his shackles pulling taut the deeper I pushed and for a moment I stilled, taking a few quick breaths, I thrust in hard. Abrasively I fastened the pace. My thrusts were quick and the added force rattled Yomi in my hold.

I could feel him breaking, metaphorically. He resisted giving in and fought to not shout his pleasure or pain. His red face provided evidence he refused to give in but had a great deal of trouble resisting.

‘Did you like that Yomi?’ I hissed, sinking in further for emphasis. Blood leaked out and ran down between my legs but that didn’t stop me.

I raked my claws down his ribs to the backs of his thighs. The thin scarlet lines shined. Not long did it take him to come, shaking in his own peak of climax, dumping his release in a thick, white sticky trickle. Watching that sparked something in me, it inflamed that inner heat driving me to ravage him. I yanked him by the hair back, tore away the gag, to force my lips over his, tasting the heat and tang of blood there and the smoothness of his tongue twisting around mine.

I love he willingly returned my kiss, but of course, he caught himself and tried to pull away to wallow in that thick as smoke shame of his. I nibbled roughly on the soft flesh of his bottom lip to tear a bleeding crack, nothing extreme but enough to make it painful to smile. He hissed, calling my name. ‘It’s Lord Kuronue to you, filth,’ I reminded him coldly.

I leaned in to nibble on his ear when that ‘feeling’ building up inside me came to a halt, reaching its total max. I closed my eyes as the flood of sensations came crashing through me like a powerful storm. My body shook, I felt myself release all the delicious pressure bottled in. I gasped, using the slack hard, muscular body under me as a clutch to keep my knees from giving way. Through slit eyes, I peered down at the motionless demon. Yomi passed out.

I wouldn’t be long to recover. My sly smile came back as I planned the next set of tortures I could put Yomi under. My compensation for having my sleep of the night ruined. By the time I’m through with this demon he won’t be able to walk for days.

Time to turn up the heat.

The End.