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Below the Belt	By : redeyedemon Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2195 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I in no way own Yu Yu Hakusho and I make absolutely no money from this work of fiction.

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I have no idea where this came from, honestly. I just had a thought in the middle of the night, and I needed to sit down and write, so, I did, and this is what came out. I've never written this before, nor have I really ever seen these two paired together, so... Yeah.

Read. Hopefully enjoy.

Pairing: Sakyo/Touya
Warnings: Rape. Slash. Language. This is unbeta'ed so all mistakes are my own, and I'm sure there are a few.
Disclaimer: I don't own own Yu Yu Hakusho and this is one of the view things in life I'll do that I don't get money for. Broke college student and whatnot.

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“That was a rather disappointing match.”

The sharp tone had Touya turning on his heel, blue eyes glaring at the man who had stopped casually behind him. He was dressed in a suit, a hand tucked easily into his pocket, a cigarette smoldering in the other, a scar running down the right side of his face. Touya vaguely recognized him as another of the team’s owners. For a human, the man had an intimidating air about him. Nothing like Yusuke Urameshi, not the intense raw power that the teen held with little effort on his part. No, this man was a presence of his own.

The ice master studied the man impassively, his stance only slightly defensive.

“I wasn’t aware that our team’s loss would affect yours,” He settled on, not quite sure why this man cared. If the rumours going around about this man’s team were true, win or lose it shouldn’t have been any sort of deciding factor.

The man tossed his cigarette to the side, stepping closer to Touya and invading the shorter demon’s space. Touya stared, blue eyes a little sharper as the man stared down at him. “Oh, it doesn’t. Toguro isn’t concerned about winning, even with team Urameshi still complete. And, your wind master would have had to die had he killed Yusuke Urameshi,” Touya wasn’t given the chance to respond, the man stepping further into his space and almost pressing him against the wall at his back. “But losing so pathetically to a demon turned human whose power was already locked within his body. The tournament committee shouldn’t have interfered with the match, but it should have been an easy win for your team.”

Toguro. Team Toguro. Touya resisted the urge to take another step back, because that would leave him pressed entirely against the wall, and he strongly disliked feeling like he was at the mercy of this human. Sakyo. Touya’s eyes narrowed, taking a breath as he pulled on his somewhat diminished youkai. “Is there something you need?”

A pained noise escaped Touya’s lips, though it was cut off as the air rushed out of his lungs, his body slamming into the wall behind him, Sakyo’s hand pressing precisely against the wound he’d received from Kurama. Sakyo pressed against his front, one of the man’s deceitfully delicate hands wrapped around his neck, the other pressing roughly against and reopening the barely healing wound in his stomach. He could already feel the blood seeping through the bandage. Touya bared his teeth at the man, struggling again to raise his energy, but mostly failing with his demon energy so low.

Sakyo grinned, his eyes cruel as his hand shifted from Touya’s neck to his arm, slamming it to the wall above his head, shattering the thin layer of ice he’d managed to conjure in a pathetic imitation of the sword he’d used against Kurama.

“Now, there’s no need to be rash,” Sakyo nearly growled against Touya’s ear, making the demon stiffen, attempting to ignore the pain that shot through his as he fought the man’s grip. Another pained gasp escaped him as Sakyo shifted his weight deliberately, his hand digging into the wound again. Touya felt a little nauseous as his knees felt a little weak. “There’s a good boy,” Sakyo crooned gently, though the sound made Touya shudder, though the man obvious had no intention of letting him go. Not without a fight, and Touya didn’t have the energy to fight at the moment.

Icy blue eyes glared up at Sakyo, but it didn’t seem to affect him. He kept an ever calm expression on his face, sliding a hand into Touya’s hair, forcing the demon’s had back at an angle to meet his eyes. Touya bared his teeth. “What do you want?”

“My due entertainment,” The dark haired human’s answer was simple, his tone not changing, but malevolence dripped from every work.

Touya tense in preparation to fight. “I’m not some sort of toy.”

And thought of fighting was shut down as Sakyo used his grip on the smaller demon to turn him roughly, slamming him face first into the wall, using his greater height to his advantage. Touya grunt, struggling, but Sakyo’s weight on his back and the already stabbing pain racing through his body made the struggle less than impressive. He stilled to allow himself to regain his breath and Sakyo used to moment to kick the demon’s legs apart calmly. “Now, you’re not in any kind of position to take up that kind of attitude with me. And, if you cause a fuss, someone is going to notice. Not only were you defeated by the demon traitor, but to be taken advantage of by a human? That’s hardly acceptable for a demon of your standing.”

Touya gave an impressive growl, though it had no effect on Sakyo, not that he had honestly expected it to. The human was right. He would probably get away without a scratch as the lower class demons decided that Touya was the easier target, and it was some sort of redemption for his lose to the red haired fox demon. And, en mass, even the lower level demons could cause some damage. “Accepted your fate now, have you?” One hand remained solid on the back of his neck, while Sakyo eased up the pressure of his body against Touya’s back, a slim hand pulling at Touya’s pants under the material yielded to him, revealing snow white skin as the material pooled around Touya’s ankles. “Maybe you’ll be good for something after all.”

Something cold barely eased the way as Sakyo thrust two fingers into Touya’s body. The demon blue hared demon growled, his back arching in pain as his fists clenched. “You came prepared?”

Sakyo chuckled mildly, his fingers digging cruelly into Touya’s neck as he lined himself up at the demon’s entrance. “Naturally. Don’t worry, it’s for my comfort, not yours.”

Touya didn’t doubt it, grinding his teeth as the dark man pressed into his ass. The skin of his cheek scraped uncomfortably against the wall, Sakyo pressing up against his back. Touya refused to give him the satisfaction of crying out. There was little he could do to fight at this point as one of Sakyo’s hands pulled his hips back for greater leverage as he snapped his hips precisely and roughly. Touya could feel his body tearing and there was definite blood dripping steadily down his thighs. His hands balled into fists as he forced himself to breathe.

Sakyo released his grip on Touya’s neck to grip his hip, freeing his other hand to slide around the demon’s body and dig his fingers into the wound on his stomach. Touya gasped, his muscles tensing in pain. Sakyo grunted in satisfaction as the demon’s body jerked and gripped him, as unwilling as he may have been.

Sakyo shifted his grip again to keep almost constant pressure on the wound, Touya nearly writhing in pain as the man kept his grip constant, thrusting into the smaller body with force. Touya pressed his forehead into the wall, resisting the urge to pound his fist into the wall in pain.

“You really won’t scream for me, demon?” Sakyo leaned over Touya’s back, his breath brushing Touya’s ear. “It’s a shame you didn’t have this kind of determination when you fought,” The man’s thrusts were uneven and forceful, his breath coming in controlled pants. “Pitiful, really, for a demon of your supposed standing. Excessively emotional for someone so cold.”

Touya growled again, but didn’t speak. He cringed as the man released inside of him, the warmth spreading stinging his already abused passage. Touya dropped his head as Sakyo pulled out of him, his eyes closed to resist glaring as Sakyo wiped his limp and bloodied member on the back of Touya’s clothing.

“I’d get moving if I were you. Your blood is going to attract someone sooner or later. Bloodied and reeking of a human?” Sakyo snorted in a rather composed manner as he straightened his clothing, looking over Touya with a sneer.

The demon was trying to breath as he fought through pain, icy blue eyes finally glaring as he stared at the man’s retreating back. “Is this what you do to everyone who loses a match to team Urameshi?”

Sakyo paused, turning to look at Touya thoughtfully. “This is something I do to whomever I please,” He finally stated, fishing a slim cigarette case from his suit jacket. “You were just convenient at the time. Do enjoy the rest of the tournament.”

Touya cursed the man silently as he strode away, wishing more luck to Yuskue and his team than he had before. If they defeated Sakyo and his team, losing to team Urameshi wasn’t a complete loss.

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