A Beautiful Murder

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Karasu smiled in his room at the Ankoku Bujutsukai, undressing and slowly sliding underneath the cool, crisp covers. His black hair lay on the pillow in wispy spun ebony silk as he closed his violet eyes, smiling as he knew what it wa wou would dream of. [The ability to control one's dreams... is one I definately enjoy.] Falling into sleep's embrace, he whispered, "I'm coming, my sweet. Wait for me, I'm coming to you, to love you... to kill you..."

Kurama stood before him, one hand delicately resting on his hip. Simple, white Chinese-style clothing graced his slender body, his red hair appearing all the brighter. The slight smile that played on his lips grew as those beauteous emerald eyes lit on Karasu, and he slowly began to step back into the shadows of the dream forest, as though saying "come and get me."

Smiling a low, taunting smile, Karasu took off after his prey. It was his dream, after all... and he intended to have such a fun game before he took his prize. "Just think of this as a prelude to the real thing, sweet Kurama," he laughed carelessly.

In another room, the real Kurama twitched, brow creasing, a disturbing image briefly invading a previously peaceful sleep.

The flowing, fiery locks swirled around Kurama's face as he paused and turnlooklooking back for his pursuer. The instant he did, cold, slender fingers slid around his neck, slowly working their way up to his face, grasping it and forcing him to turn.

A soft sound of satisfaction escaped Karasu's lips as he studied his latest capture. Eyes of emerald, hair of the richest blood red, flawless creamy skin that would pale wonderously upon death... Yes, Kurama was indeed a prize. "So beautiful, little one. Some day, someone is going to fall in love with you, and take you. Has that ever happened yet to you, Kurama?"

The pale cheeks stained a slight pink. "Not yet," he murmured, shivering lightly at the fingers that so intimately touched his face. The kitsune made a small, almost startled sound at the look that came over the violet eyes.

"No? That's good, my Kurama. Do you know why that's so good?" Idly, he played with a lock of hair. [So very, very soft...]

"Why?" Kurama asked immediately, eyes closing slightly as his hair, his vanity, received such attention, even leaning into the hand a little.

"Because, my sweet, once somebody has had you... your beauty has been spoiled, defiled. Something sacred has been mocked. And the only way to restore the former purity, to restore the beauty, is to kill it. Kill the beauty, so that no one else may have it, spoil it with their touches. As I will kill you,lingling, after taking you. But don't fear. Your death will be painful, so painful, but there is great beauty in pain, and you shall die so beautifully, your very death will become a legand, yourtty tty corpse a testament to youthful beauty. Your lovely face shall be untouched, and you shall forever be mine, forever beautiful, forever young, forever loved." Karasu's voice was low, hypnotic. "What do you think of that, my sweet Kurama?"

The verdant eyes widened, and the soft lips parted, but no words were spoken. He was stunned, the swaying voice weaving its way into his mind. "Karasu..."

"Ah, but not yet, not just yet," he whispered sweetly. "First..." and creating a small bomb beind his back, he blew Kurama's ankle out from under him, snapping the delicate fine bone. A spray of blood fountained out from the wound.

The redhead cried out, falling to the ground and clutching his leg, tears of pain forming in his eyes as the thick blood poured between his fingers.hy-\hy-"

"Because now you can't run away. Because now you will look at me with wonderful fire in your eyes. Because now you are injured, a bird with one wing broken, you are even more beautiful than your previous saucy state of perfection."

Kurama hissed softly and instinctively tried to rise, but fell back to the ground as sheer pain shot through him. He choked, going down again, the drops that fell from his eyes now spurred by anger as as as injury.

Purring like a victorious cat, Karasu leaned down and slowly licked the tears off the kitsune's face, one by one. "There, don't cry. You'll spoil your pretty eyes... such eyes... I told you, your death would be painful. But before you feel pain, you will feel pleasure in measures just as intense. You wait and see," he promised, eyes gleaming.

The smaller one shivered at the sultry violence in the dark-haired one's voice. In his state, he didn't understand how pleasure could come out of anything Karasu did, and inhaled sharply when two slender fingers tipped his chin up.

Pressing those soft, rose-petal lips to his own in a gentlet int insistant kiss, Karasu eased open the other's lips with his tongue, slipping inside, keeping his promise not to injure the young man's face at all. No, not even the slightest bruise should mar his Kurama's beautiful dead face.

The redhead tried to resist for a moment, but mom moment was not long. The promise of pleasure to draw him away from pain was one that was too great to refuse, Karasu's earlier words slipping from his mind. Tentatively, his own tongue touched the o's 's caressing one, not wanting to anger the dark-haired one into hurting him again by being overbold.

With a soft noise of approval, Karasu further plundered that sweet, fresh mouth as a hand wandered lower, seeking to divest Kurama of his clothes. Charming as they werhey hey interfered with his study of the body below him, his claimed one.

The redhead arched slightly as the nimble fingers made short work of the tiny buttons on his shirt, exposing his pale, slender torso to the night air. Kurama emitted a short, soft moan as the wandering hand explored his torso, the coldness of the digits heightening his pleasure as they stroked near the sensitive skin of his nipple.

Karasu laughed at the signs of submission in his lovely fox. "Pretty sounds. How fitting for such a pretty creature as you, my blood red rose." He returned to attacking Kurama's chest with sweet sensations, fully intending to keep his promise of pleasure before pain to this dream-Kurama. He would never be able to do so for the real Kurama, only give him a death that suited such beauty.

Kurama arched wantonly under the stroking, the cruel fingers. Shaking slightly, he reached up to touch Karasu's slender face, unmasked for once, lovely in its coldness, his fingertips stroking the silky black hair. Turning his head to the side, Karasu took those delicate fingers in his mouth, tenderly laving attention on them one by one, his tongue caressing them hotly, wetly.

"Ohh," the redhead moaned softly, the caresses causing him to shudder, heat racing along his nerves and pooling between his legs. "Ah, Karasu," he murmured softly, his good leg shiftingrub rub against the outside of the taller one's thigh.

Slowly sliding his mouth of the fingers, sucking softly all the time, Karasu smiled benevolently upon his beloved corpse-to-be. "Patience, Kurama. I know you can be patient. Now you must be. You'll receive every pleasure you could desire... all in due time." Bringing his hand to the leg stroking his thigh, a finger was allowed to delicately stray lightly up and down the length of the slender limb. [He must have been sculpted by a master artist. So perfect.]

"Patience," the kitsune repeated in a murmur, licking his dry lips as a tremor ran through him. Yes, patient, he could be, if he had to be. But oh, how he wish he didn't have to be...

With a soft laugh, Karasu returned to undressing the redhead, smiling sweetly as he undid Kurama's trousers and slid them off, laughing softly as he saw the youth wore no underwear. "My, my. You *were* eagerly waiting for me, weren't you?"

Kurama blushed. "I knew you would come for me," he said softly, reaching for the violet-eyed one, needing to feel the slender body against his. As he did so, he noticed with some frustration that Ku hau had not done so much as removed his cloak, whereas he was nude.

The crow youkai easily caught Kurama's slender hands in his own as they reached up for him. "I told you patience, my precious flower. Now, behave, or I shall punish you. Is that what you want?" Although his tight, clinging black pants easily showed how aroused he was, he refused to reliquish the pleasure of the kitsune writhing beneath him just yet.

"No," Kurama replied softly, allowing a slight pout to shape on his soft mouth. In a situation such as this, holding baas ias incredibly difficult, but to anger the dark-haired one would be worse, even though he could easily tell that Karasu was nearly as ready for ecstasy as he himself was. [Patience.]

"Good boy." As a reward, Karasu skimmed off his cape, easily wrapping it around the redhead and sweeping him up before leaping into the air, casually kicking off his shoes as he did so. Using the cape skillfully, he balanced his prize, sometimes holding only the cape, sometimes gently cradling him like a baby as he feasted on tender skin, all the while rushing into the winds at an exhilarating speed.

The green-eyed one felt strangely lightheaded, partially from the sensation of Karasu's tasting lips, partially from the adrenaline rush of nervousness from being so high up in the air. "Karasu," he said weakly.

"Do you fear I'd drop you, Kurama? And risk smashing your pretty face? No, no. Have no fear." But Karasu neatly landed anyhow, spiralling down elegantly so that long strands of ebony and blazing red mixed together. Once they had landed, he gently unwrapped Kurama from his cape, laying him down on the forest floor before removing his own shirt. He was getting hungry, and playtime was growing rapidly shorter.

Making a quiet sound of satisfaction, slender white hands reached up to explore the pale torso, so much like cool satin under his fingertips. [He's beautiful, too], the kitsune thought, though was inexplicably afraid to voice his thoughts. Karasu allowed the touch, seeing that Kurama was curious and eager to explore. Smiling smugly, he purred, "Would you like more, my beauty?", sending a subtle, sly glance at the kisune's hungry loins.

"Yes, please," Kurama breathed, his fingers having found their way down to the dark material of the other's pants, dancing lightly along the waistband.

Gently swatting the hand away, Karasu let one hand drift ever so slowly over to Kurama's erection. Taking it in hand delicately, as if it were a piece of fine porcelain, he looked at it appraisingly, touched it gently, stroking a finger down the length as if admiring the workmanship. As indeed he was. The redhead moaned under such light touches, biting his lip to control the urge to thrust up in search of more firm contact. The crow youkai was torturing him with the slowness, but torture could be so sweet...

Deliberately, Karasu added another finger to his gentle stroking motions, then another, finally taking Kurama in his whole hand and gently but firmly claiming him. "Mine. Say it. Say it, and I may let you play some more." It was a bluff: Karasu now wanted to take Kurama more than anything, but it was so much more fun this way.

"Yours," Kurama purred, pressing up into that lovely, cool hand that held his burning heat. "Yours, whatever you want. Please..." His pale, pretty face was slowly growing more and more flushed under the violet-eyed one's touch.

"Wonderful. You beg so prettily, Kurama. In that case..." and Karasu sped up his motions a little. "If there's something you want," and he subtly indicated his trousers, "then you should come and get it yourself, don't you think?" Laughing softly, Kurama undid the dark garment, pushing it down around the so-white hips. His hand quested inside, coming into contact with the hot, pulsing flesh of Karasu's erection, drawing it out and sheathing it, savoring the velvet wrapped around iron feeling. Karasu bit his lip, having to forcibly restrain himself from thrusting into those pretty hands over and over. No. He intended to come somewhere else entirely, although the image of Kurama covered in his come pleased him immensely. Perhaps he could compromise... he started thrusting eagerly, whispering, "Take it in your mouth, my little pet fox. Now."

Drawing himself up with a little difficulty, Kurama's hands strayed to the lean thighs, his warm, wet mouth enveloping the member. His emerald eyes closed, the taste of salt slipping over his tongue as it ran over the length. Karasu groaned at the sight of the beautiful fox, so spirited and resisting in real life, eagerly kneeling down to take him in his mouth, wanting to do it, and more. He watched those perfect lips wrap around his erection, the eyes closed in pleasure, and he decided a small reward was in order. "Kurama... as long as you think you can be sure you won't come... you may touch yourself."

Purring softly in thanks, though mostly to indulge Karasu with the sensation of vibrations traveling up through his throat, Kurama slipped a hand between his own legs, stroking the soft red hair a bit before wrapping his hand around his hardness, a sigh of pleasure echoing in his mind as he attended to his need.

"Ah..." A soft sigh escaped the crow as he watched Kurama pleasure the both of them shamelessly, moaning and licking, using every trick he knew to keep them both at a fever pitch. A smile twitched up Karasu's lips, and all of a sudden the red of Kurama's hair seemed to melt onto his face, become blood staining the forehead above peacefully closed eyelids, and an image of Kurama, beautifully dead and bloodstained, perfect face untouched, assaulted him and he groaned. [So close... Ah!]

The green-eyed one could sense that his own climax was close, but withdrew his hand, ignoring his body's protests. [Can't... Karasu said...] Moaning, his ministrations became more insistent, using his frustration to fuel the hungriness of his mouth.

With a cry, Karasu came hard in Kurama's mouth, pulling out just at the end of his climax. The sudden lack of moist heat was amply compensated for by the sight of some of his come running slowly down Kurama's face, smearing his mouth, marking the fox forever as his. The redhead's tongue slipped through his lips, licking away the thick, translucent moisture from the side of his face. Smiling a little, he pulled back, nearly touching himself again before remembering Karasu's instructions.

Karasu sighed as he saw Kurama there in that pose. [So beautiful... so obedient... but he lacks the fire that burns within my Kurama, the real Kurama. But that same fire would never allow me to have the living Kurama this way. And except for the lack of fire, he is such a perfect replacement... yes, my mind created a masterpiece this time.]

"Karasu," the redhead whispered, trembling, his fingers lightly teasing the head of his aching shaft, "please...Will you let me...?" He edged forward slightly, a hand touching one pale, cool thigh.

The crow youkai waved his hand with elegant carelessness. "Of course, little one. As long as you don't come. Play with yourself for me. Let me see. But don't come. Save that for when I take you. Understand?"

"Karasu, I don't know if I can do that without having an orgasm." Even as he spoke, he allowed his hands to use only the lightest touches on his hardness. Those nearly proved to be too much, and he had to calm the desperate thrusting of his hips as he neadrovdrove himself over the edge. Biting his lip, Kurama caressed his own thighs, hoping that would be enough for Karasu.

[Hmm. I'd like to take him and have him come then... but I have all night to take this dream where I want it to go... and certainly, the picture of him coming with his own touch is an alluring one...] "Look at me, then," came the sudden, sharp command. "Touch yourself as much as you need, but look at me. Never take your eyes off mine, understand. I want to *see*."

Nodding slightly, the bright, glazed emerald irises locked on the hard amethyst. Sighing in pleasure, the kitsune wrapped a long, elegant hand around himself, stroking the need so long denied. As he reached his climax, he threw his head back sharply, eyes slipping partially closed, but not enough to break contact or block the look of absolute ecstasy that came over them. Sighing, his body relaxed, his seed coating his stomach and hand.

Karasu moaned slig, hi, his own flesh tensing and hardening again at the lovely sight of the fox throwing all inhibitions to the wind and pleasuring himself with shameless abandon. "Goouramurama, very good," he said smoothly, patting the silky red hair. "Now, I think that *that* --" and he indicated the white creaminess on the slender stomach and delicate hand, "could be put to a better use, don't you?"

"Yes," Kurama purred softly in reply. Sighing softly, he reached out with the slick hand and stroked the dark-haired one's rapidly hardening member, a slight smile in his eyes at the soft pleasure sounds from the other.

"That's right. More, my pretty one," Karasu whispered heatedly. [I will take him. Ah, he will be so beautiful underneath me...] He could feel himself harden fully at the thought of Kurama looking as he had before, while he, Karasu, was deep within that soft supple body... "Which way would you like to be taken, little one? Your last request."

Carefully, Kurama laid on his back, legs spreading to easily allow the dark one between them. "Like this Karasu," he murmured, eyes full of heat. He touched himself with soft fingers, making himself hard again. "Will it hurt me?" The redhead asked softly.

"Perhaps," Karasu said calmly. "It depends on how often you've done this before, among other things." He knew perfectly well that his dream-Kurama was a virgin. "But in any case, the pain will fade quickly, and replaced by sensations you didn't even know existed." Settling between the kitsune's legs, he used a little more of the semen to slick his finger, probing slowly inside, searching for that special place.

"Uhn!" Gasping, Kurama arched up, sparks of pleasure blinding him. "Oh, Karasu," he panted, the slight pain fading at the incredible, intense sensations. He closed his eyes, absently caressing his torso, teasing his nipples.

Karasu stared hungrily at the sight of Kurama touching himself and receiving pleasure so wantonly. "It gets even better, my pet. Even better than this," he promised, adding a second finger, wanting to stretch Kurama quickly, to bury himself inside him as fast as he could.

The smaller one began to writhe against the fingers, seeking more, though he didn't understand what it was he wanted. "Karasu," he whispered, "please... Give me... What you want..."

"As you wish." With a low, victorious sound of triumph, he slowly eased the tip of his cock inside Kurama, relishing the tightness. He gave Kurama a mere moment to adjust to the feeling inside befobefore pushing slickly all the way in. Fondling Kurama's hair, chest, face, he whispered, "How does this feel, my perfect fox? Tell me how it feels."

"It hurts," he whispered, gently touching the ebony locks that spilled around him. "It hurts, but it feels so good... Please, more, Karasu... Do what you will with me." Kurama adjusted his hips so his erection could rub against the other's flat pale stomach, biting his lower lip gently.

Pretending that he'd been waiting for the other's approval, he began a slow, teasing series of thrusts, angling each one very carefully so that he would touch his target... at the same time, he began a languid caress of the other's genitals, sliding a hand across the tight sac and hot, hard shaft. [He's so enchanting to watch like this...]

Kurama was making soft, purring sounds in his throat, his elegant legs slowly wrapping around Karasu's slender waist. Everything felt so good... So very good... But he wanted more. Wanted to feel the cold youkai lose control, see desire flash in the emotionless eyes. "Yes," he urged softly "oh yes, Karasu..."

"Come, my dear one. Come for me. I want to see your lovely face again. Come for me, precious," Karasu whispered hoarsely, some of his iron self-control slipping at the lustful sheen in those emerald eyes. He thrust harder, though keeping the tempo slow, even, deliberate. "Is this how you want it, my sweet? Is this how you like it?"

"Yes, yes," the kitsune whispered, "harder yes..." He arched his back, his hips thrusting up eagerly in time with Karasu's. The beautiful red hair fanned out against the ground, Kurama reaching between their sweat-slicked bodies to stroke himself in time with the rhythm of his pounding heart. Lowering his head, Karasu bit sharply, but not painfully, down on Kurama's neck, sucking and nibbling hungrily, licking to take away the sting.

"Oh god!" The wet mouth on his sensitive throat was the breaking point for him, arching hard and shaking, the hot liquid covering his skin once again.

Smiling darkly, seeing Kurama like this, naked and precious in his fulfilled desire, Karasu whispered, "May your loveliness be preserved forever in memory, sweet one." Then his hand struck. An explosion rocked the forest sharply as a bomb neatly took away a section of Kurama's lower leg.

The redhead's beautiful scream of pain echoed, hand automatically trying to grabs his leg. "God," he choked "Karasu..."

"Yes, my sweet?" Karasu asked silkily as another bomb tore at Kurama's slender arm, causing another lovely scream to echo in the glen. Then others crowded in, rending flesh and shedding blood in a beautiful flow that surrounded the redhead, matching his hair and glistening on his pale, pale skin. "Is there something you wanted to ask me?"

"Why?" He gasped, the pain and blood loss so much he was barely conscious "Why do you have to kill me? Why not just... Keep me...?" the verdant eyes closed as his body was wracked with convulsions.

"Because your beauty will fade under the cruellest Mistress of all. Time. She is far, far crueller than I could ever hope to be, sweet. I am preserving you forever as you are, young and beautiful and loved. You should be grateful to me for that. I promised not to harm your darling face, and I will not." With that, Karasu raised his hand one more time. Instead of a bomb, one of Kurama's own roses exploded from his chest, blossoming into full lovely bloom as the redhead breathed his last. [Not exactly how he shall die in real life, but it is my dream, after all... and he looks so lovely like that...] Unable to restrain himself any longer, Karasu pounded a few more times into that beautiful dead body, lovely in its bloodstained glory, before throwing his head back in an intense climax.

The real Kurama awoke, his face pale and covered in sweat. [My god... The sick bastard.]

" 's wrong, Kurama?" Yuusuke murmured, pulling his beloved tightly against him.

"Just a bad dream," he whispered, settling into Yuusuke's strong embrace. [A bad dream... I hope.]

Karasu sighed as he stirred from sleep, noting the sticky sheets with satisfaction. [I hope that the true Kurama can meet his death as beautifully... I'll have a memory to treasure in my mind forever. He's so beautiful... I hope his fire fulfills my hopes of his beauty...] And with that, Karasu drifted off again. After all, the fight was tomorrow. He had to be well rested to create what could well be the most beautiful death ever for such a lovely creature.