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Sweet Tooth

Her heart shivers in my hand

She's melting on me like cotton candy

I make the faces that make you cry

I want you more when you're afraid of

Kurama shivered as he felt his
captor's lips on his throat. His heart felt like a caged bird desperate for
freedom against the youkai's pale hand. The very air hung thick with an
unnerving lyric of fear and dominance. Kurama vaguely heard the dangerous,
silky voice of his captor, as his lips brushed against his ear.

"My
beautiful�helpless�little kitsune." He murmured softly, voice mockingly
gentle as he traced one nail along his collarbone. Kurama fought to hold back
the wince of pain as the claw drew thin ribbons of blood across his pale skin.
"Didn't you like that?" the youkai turned his face to Kurama's,
demonic violet eyes meeting wide, frightened emerald. "Will you cry for
me? Your tears make you even more desirable�if that is even possible."
Kurama glowered at him, setting his jaw and the youkai chuckled. Against his
will Kurama felt a few hot tears of shame and degradation silently slide down
his alabaster cheeks. Before they could even fall from his chin, he saw the
youkai slip up and lick them off in one fell swoop. The kitsune closed his
eyes, willing his body to not respond. He was in control of himself�he was in
control�

"Damn
you, Karasu�" he ground out, opening his eyes, glaring hatefully at the
youkai. The demon pulled back from his caress to watch him, a twisted, bemused
expression adorning the cold countenance of his face.

"Damn
me? Oh�my precious Kurama�" he purred, his voice taking on a silky,
sadistic tone even as he seemed to pout slightly. "You haven't even begun
to damn me�"

My disease, disease is
draining me

Anymore you're not so 'pretty please'

Disease, disease is draining me

I want you more when you're afraid of me

The warranty would soon be up for Karasu in his new
body. It had been sheer luck his soul had been able to find a host body before
he had been dead for good�but unfortunately he didn't have the luxury�or the
patience of doing what his own kitsune had done. He knew well the story of how
Kurama had been wounded by a hunter and had taken a ningen infant form, growing
up as one of them. Karasu personally thought it an ingenious trick, worthy of
his fox. He grinned a feral grin as he watched his fox sleep before retreating
back to his own thoughts. This human form couldn't handle his ki the way it
could if he had done as Kurama had, and started as an infant�no�an avatar was
harder. Much more complicated. He would know soon enough if his demonic ki
would take over the hapless ningen form, effectively offering him the chance at
rebirth�or if it would die and he would be destroyed along with it. It was like
a slow, wasting disease. The human was pushed to the back while Karasu had
taken over, his ki easily overpowering the human's weak spirit. That fact that
the host body's true spirit was so close to his beloved Fox made the prospect
so much sweeter. He could hear the ningen's weak thoughts as he violated his
kitsune, protesting what he did, feeling guilt, shame, humiliation�it amused
him greatly. He was suddenly brought from his reverie by a small groan of pain,
signaling that the kitsune was slowly waking up. Karasu allowed a cold smile to
slowly, gracefully curve his lips. It was time for more fun. The pale,
trembling body on the bed was shaking with terror, tears falling freely from
his eyes. He watched with a fascinated air of interest as Kurama curled into a
ball, biting his lip to keep the pain-filled whimpers at bay, even as he glared
at Karasu through pain-filled prismatic emerald orbs. For
an instant, he wondered if this meant he had broken him but he smirked, shaking
his head. Karasu knew good and well it would take more than that to break
Kurama�.

I will break you inside out

You are mine, you are mine

I will break you inside out

You are mine, you are mine

Karasu
traced one nail over Kurama's skin, reveling in the thin line of blood that
rose in response. He watched his helpless kitsune, dried blood on his lips from
his earlier ministrations. He moved towards him, licking up the blood that was
welling up on his chest, slowly working his way to those crimson stained lips.
He let his dark, violet eyes meet Kurama's for a moment silently, almost
willing the kitsune to back down, to surrender. When Kurama merely watched him,
emerald eyes filled with loathing, he smirked, moving into kiss him
passionately, feeling Kurama's dry lips crack under the pressure as fresh blood
sluggishly welled up to coat both their lips.

"Mmm�your
blood is so sweet, koibito�" he purred, allowing one finger to trace his
lip, moving down his chin, leaving a trail of the sticky redness for him to lap
up as Kurama closed his eyes in horror as he felt two smooth hands move lower,
massaging his hips and then his buttocks with a maddening slowness. He felt the
hands part them and he turned his head, eyes widening, trying to look at his
tormentor. Karasu's ebon hair streamed over his shoulders, hiding his face from
view as he stared at the Kitsune's smooth flesh in silent, mesmerizing, awe.
The Crow demon massaged the twin moons of flesh and raised himself, whispering
in Kurama's ear as he rubbed his hard length up and down the scared Kitsune�s
crack.

"Pain teaches us how to love..." he
whispered as he plunged his hardness into the kitsune. Kurama cried out in
surprise. There had been no warning, but�he should have known. He felt his
insides tearing as Karasu drove into him with long, plunging strokes. He could
feel The Crow on top of him, pounding into him. At first, each thrust had wrung
a pain-filled cry out of him, but after a time he was reduced to a soft groan.
The pain was excruciating, but crying out would only make it worse�but then
again�so would remaining silent. He clung to the silken blankets beneath him,
biting his lip, as he felt himself rubbing against the cool bed, trembling.
Karasu�s lips lifted in a knowing smile, and with a grin, he drew his nails
over his beloved captive�s back, creating lines of blood which he lapped up
slowly.

�Give in....let me preserve your innocence...� he
purred, and Kurama felt a few tears slipping from his eyes in pained defeat.

Her hair hangs in swollen
strings

I'm choking on her, it feels so sickening

I make the faces that make you cry

I want you more when you're afraid of

Kurama
stared at the wall dully, trying to block the pain. He felt Karasu cutting him,
running his nails over his smooth flesh, could feel the tiny prick that meant
blood had risen from the wound. He could feel Karasu's hands massaging his
back, deceptively gentle as he smeared blood over his back, licking it off soon
after. He tugged at the silvery collar that was wrapped about his throat and
abruptly his hands fell from it, wincing faintly. Some how that bastard Karasu
had warded it. He couldn't change to the youko, or use any ki, except for a few
minor healing arts�enough to keep him alive�until his captor desired to kill
him. Dimly his thoughts took him back to the beginning of this�how innocent it
had seemed. But appearances were misleading, weren't they? His eyes gazed open
the dark room before closing. He knew he was no longer in his home; he was sure
they were in the Makai, some hideout of Karasu's. And to think he had believed
that Karasu was dead. He closed his eyes, remembering�

~~ The Reiki Tantei had just
come back from another mission, and they were celebrating with a round of
milkshakes. Kurama smiled, watching Hiei sit on a wall, away from the group,
yet close to him at the same time. Kurama had been laughing along with the
group at a joke Yusuke had made that had earned him a slap from Keiko.
Suddenly, his cell phone had started ringing. He glanced at it, almost laughing
at how easily he had forgotten about it. A gift from his kasaan, he only used
it to keep in touch with her really. He flipped the phone to his ear, speaking
in a soft voice, trying to block out his friend's rambunctious laughter.

"Moshi - moshi?"
he said, standing and walking a few feet from his friends to hear her better.
Shiori's voice replied a moment later.

"Shuuichi! Thank
goodness you're back�it's your brother�he's taken ill�but the doctors aren't
sure what it is�please�can you come home?" Kurama's emerald eyes widened.

"Hai, of course! I'll
be home soon!" he had placed the small phone back in his pocket, turning
to return to his friend numbly. They had been sad to see him leave the
festivities, but had promised to see him soon. Without another word he had
departed. About halfway home he had sensed Hiei now walking beside him. He
smiled faintly, turning his head slightly to offer him a faint smile, but his
eyes were laced with worry. Hiei nodded solemnly, merely walking with him. They
had reached Kurama's house shortly thereafter, Hiei waiting in the main room
while Shuuichi went upstairs to find his parents hovering over Shuuichi's bed.
Shiori looked up as Kurama entered the room. She gestured him closer.

"He's been asking for
you since last night, Shuuichi." She said softly, taking his hand and
moving him closer. Kurama looked at his brother and offered him a small smile,
sitting at the side of his bed. He dimly heard his parents leave the room as he
turned to his stepbrother.

"Hey there�how are you
feeling?" he asked softly. His brother turned his head slowly to face him,
offering him a weak smile.

"Better now that�that
you're here�" Kurama smiled at him, brushing his forehead in a brotherly
manner.

"You should rest
Shuuichi." He chided gently, offering him an indulgent smile. Shuuichi
nodded but grabbed for his sleeve as he started to stand. He turned to look at
his little brother questioningly, turning puzzled emerald orbs on him.

"P�please don't leave
me? Mom and dad are going to see some friends for the weekend, and I�I don't
want to be alone." Kurama nodded slowly, smiling faintly as he sat back
down. The fact that his family was leaving while his brother was sick was
odd�extremely odd, but perhaps they hadn't been able to cancel their plans and
that was why he was called home. He didn't mind. He sent a mental message to
Hiei telling him everything would be alright and nodded as he felt Hiei's
presence leave soon after. He turned back to his brother and saw that he was
sleeping...well, he needed the rest. He moved slowly to sit in a chair beside
the bed, drifting off to sleep himself...

�He awoke to a pressure on
his stomach, as someone sitting on him, straddling him. His eyes flew open and
saw his little brother. He looked at him in confusion.

"Nani? What are you
doing Shuuichi?" his brother looked up at him and his warm eyes seemed to darken
as he laughed.

"I just want to be
close to you�just close�close�" he murmured
softly, nuzzling against Kurama's shoulder. Kurama smiled in bewilderment but
abruptly yelped when Shuuichi bit his earlobe. He pushed his brother away,
looking at him in horror. His brother threw his head back and laughed, suddenly
speaking in a different voice�a voice that made Kurama's blood run cold.
Karasu's voice was coming form his younger brother's lips. The boy stood,
walking towards him. "Hello pet�I
missed you so much" he purred. Kurama's leaf green eyes had widened in
horror at the voice, at the form. His brother began to change. His hair
darkened and lengthened, as he seemed to grow right before his eyes. His eyes
remained dark, the clouds within the orbs disappearing, revealing a haunting
violet. Kurama paled, trembling as she turned, standing, trying to stumble from
the room. Karasu had laughed, catching him easily about the waist, holding him
in an ironclad embrace. He heard a silky voice whisper in his ear, punctuating
the words with a slow lick to the ear. "Mmm koibito�all mine�now�and
forever." Kurama tried to break free, feeling his energy rise when a
sudden sound stopped him. Shiori's voice rang out from downstairs.

"Shuuichi? Is
everything alright up there." Kurama froze and Karasu chuckled quietly
before speaking softly.

"You may want to answer
the woman itooshi�or�I always could�"he let the threat linger, heavy in
the air. Kurama coughed, his voice rising.

"Everything is fine
kasaan!" he replied quickly, wincing at the tremor in his voice. There was no reply for a few moments then
Shiori's gentle voice replied cheerfully.

"Alright, as long as
you and your brother are alright! We'll be back as soon as possible! There's
money in the kitchen if you need it, love you!" and then suddenly he could
feel her energy, his stepfather's energy�slipping away. He dimly heard Karasu
chuckle again and shivered as the hands turned him, resting gently on his
cheeks, placing his hands on either side of his face, barely lifting the
crimson forelocks of hair from the sides of his face and onto his knuckles.

"Now then itooshi�what
to do with you first�" he purred as he stroked his cheeks gently, eyes
glinting with loving madness...~~

My disease, disease is
draining me

Anymore you're not so pretty, please

Disease, disease is draining me

I want you more when you're afraid of me

I will break you inside out

You are mine, you are mine

Darkness�the sound of coughing. Kurama's leaf-green
eyes opened slowly to the sound as he looked for its source. Karasu sat on the
floor, staring at him sullenly with those, intense, violet eyes. Kurama looked
at him curiously and slowly sat up, visibly wincing. Karasu chuckled to cover
the cough and gazed up at him.

"So you're awake, koibito?" he smirked at
him, standing slowly. Kurama glared at him at the use of the term, backing away
a pace on the bed, biting his lips to conceal the cry of pain. Karasu coughed
again, glowering as he sat down on the bed, turning those violet orbs on Kurama.

"You're sick, aren't you?" he asked,
ignoring his comments, staring intently at the Crow demon. Karasu's eyes seemed
to flash slightly and Kurama nodded slowly. "So you are�you're dying a
slow painful death because you're chosen avatar is rejecting you�" Karasu
lunged at him, one pale, slim hand holding him against the headboard of the bed
by his collarbone.

"Tell me something�Kurama�" he ground out,
glancing to his mask then back for seemingly no reason. The Kitsune coughed and
nodded slowly, his prismatic orbs watching the Crow demon warily. Karasu let
him go, staring down at him intently. "The great Youko�the great thief of
the Makai�revered for being able to steal almost anything, able to take
whatever he wanted�" he said quietly, pausing before he continued.
"But tell me, Kurama�where are all of these great treasures you loved so
much? Where are these beautiful artifacts you stole�?" Kurama bared his
teeth in what could be called a grimace, causing Karasu to continue his
monologue. "You destroyed them didn't you? Such rare, beautiful
objects�all yours�and no one else's�if you couldn't have them, you didn't want
anyone to. I think you are someone who would rather destroy something that you
loved with your own beautiful hands than see someone else do it." his
voice, although soft and slightly raspy, seemed triumphant. Kurama's eyes
widened at his words, shaking his head slowly. For once something other then
fear took over in him, causing him to react back to his words. Perhaps youko
was silently lending him his strength, or perhaps the words had just had a
reaction to him, he wasn't sure.

"No�there you are wrong Karasu! It is true�I
did destroy many artifacts if I felt I could not posses them for myself, but
what I felt was simple possession! Not once were those objects alive, as you
seem to be attempting to twist your own thinking so close to my old beliefs.
You think because I thought like that you can justify your mistreatment of me,
but you are wrong! I did not love those objects anymore then you love me
Karasu!" he laughed faintly, a bitter sound, glaring at the other man.
"You do not love me anymore then you know what real love is. At one time I
didn't either�" he ground out softly. "But the love of a human woman
and my friends changed that, Karasu! Love is when you are willing to sacrifice
your life for your mother's happiness! Love is when you will take a stab to the
chest to protect a friend. Have you ever protected a friend as such Karasu?
Have you ever tried to get to know someone beyond your initial
infatuation?" he glared at the Crow demon, panting from his angry
exertions. "No�you say that pain teaches us how to love, and in some ways
that may be true, but you kill before love even has a chance to bloom. You say
you love me�but you don't even know me�" by the look on Karasu's face he
knew he had won the battle of wills. Karasu fell into silence, slowly slipping
from the bed, standing to retreat to his side of the room, slipping into his
own thoughts. Kurama panted softly from the efforts of his fury. He turned,
presenting his back to the Crow demon, at the moment fearing little about him.
He slowly drifted off to sleep, his thoughts on his friends, hoping they were
all right...

Karasu sat in the darkened room, coughing softly,
sliding his long black hair over his shoulder with one delicate hand, the other
massaging his temple gently in an effort to diminish the headache. He glowered
at the kitsune, still musing on his words. "We shall see Kurama�" he
said at last, watching him intently. "We shall see�"

I will break you inside out

You are mine, you are mine...
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