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Sweet Tooth	By : Rachael Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2314 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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All right loves, I'm back with Part III. Bear with me, if this seems odd at times, and thanks to those who took the time to review, it really does mean a great deal to me. As the standard warning, this story is Yaoi, meaning boys loving boys. If you don't like reading about boys who love boys, don't read it. If you flame me, I'll laugh because you're pathetic and obviously of low intelligence for not heeding my warning. If you like it, then I will thank you kindly. See how it works? I don't own the chars, but Yoshihiro Togashi does. And now�for Part III!

~~ The Music Theme to this chapter is Kurama's image song "Nightmare" ~~

Nightmare

Kurama woke up gradually, a soft groan escaping his lips as he moved his forehead away from the cool glass. The window was still streaked with the raindrops from the night before, the sky still weighty with those same dark clouds, a portent of more ill weather to come. Kurama stared out at the sky, at the world beyond the bars before turning, heading towards the other room, where Karasu had gone the night before.

The table was set for two, heaped with food of all kinds, and there was no sign of the Crow. Kurama calmly helped himself, taking a seat at the far end of the table, eating in silence. It didn't even occur to him to think of poisoning. If Karasu wanted him to die, he would do it himself, after all. He vaguely wondered where the food had come from, as Karasu didn't seem the type to spend hours cooking. There was the hushed click of a door opening and closing and after a moment, the sound of footsteps approaching, making a soft staccato on the floor. The Kitsune looked up at Karasu in silence, watching as the Crow scooped some of the food onto his own plate and began to eat as well. He was just about to go back to his breakfast when the sound of violent coughing filled his ears. The boy looked up automatically, only to see Karasu fall to the floor, coughing and gasping, one slim hand encircling his throat.

He instinctively bolted from his chair, kneeling beside the form of his adversary, slowly pulling him up into a sitting position by the shoulders. Karasu looked at him piercingly, shaking his head slightly as he tried to pull away, but appeared to lack the strength. Kurama mutely helped his captor up into his chair and then moved away, running a hand over the intricate design of the collar, wincing as a small jolt of energy pricked his fingers. The look of pain did not escape the violet gaze of the Crow, who chose to watch him in stoic silence for the moment. For a time, the two ate in an almost companionable silence, though the air crackled with unseen energy between them. At last Karasu stood, one slim, pale hand slipping down and disappearing into a pocket of his coat, only to appear a moment later holding his mask. Staring at Kurama in a deliberate fashion, he slowly procured the mask about the lower region of his face, absently brushing a few strands of his ebon hair from his eyes, only to have them land on his cheeks again a moment later in an almost stubborn disarray. The Kitsune met his stare, his emerald eyes watching him defiantly. He was startled after a moment at Karasu's sudden, silky voice.

"Does my visage please you, koibito...?" he purred softly, taking a deliberate step forward. Kurama's eyes widened a fraction and he shook his head, jumping from his chair to put some distance between them. Karasu was different this morning, more determined, and Kurama felt a stab of fear enter his heart for a split second. The Crow continued to silently watch the Kitsune for a moment, a wry chuckle slipping from his lips as he moved to walk past him. At the last moment he turned, running one nail down his cheek, leaving a thin ribbon of crimson in its wake. Kurama backed away, casting a glare at the Crow, who merely chuckled as he began to saunter from the room, towards a door that Kurama could have sworn wasn't there moments ago. Placing a hand on the knob, he half turned back to look at the Kitsune.

"If you value your life, my itooshi, I would warn you not to think of leaving this house...or trying to...at least. There are creatures outside who would love to...harm you...I wouldn't want my pet to...accidentally mar his ineffable beauty," and with that he stepped outside, into the rain which was now falling again, making a soft patter against the glass of the windows. Almost against his will, Kurama hurried to the windows, staring at the lean figure of the Crow as he strode away. He rubbed at his cheek, his hand coming away red with his own blood. He stared at the blood in fascination and smirked bitterly, sitting back.

"You're going to kill me anyway...aren't you...?" he asked out loud, closing his eyes. There was no answer, except for the soft patter of raindrops on glass...

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Later that evening Kurama woke up to the soft melody of a piano being played somewhere nearby. It was nothing he recognized from his music classes, but it was something that filled him, for a moment, with an infinite sadness, an intense longing. He got to his feet slowly, rubbing his stiff shoulders from where he had rested for so long against the window, and moved, trance-like after the music. It drew him closer, and he pushed open the double doors, stopping at the scene before him. There was Karasu, his captor, playing the piano comfortably, his long silken hair gathered in a loose tail at the nape of his neck, held in place by a grey ribbon. His eyes were closed as he just allowed the music to take over, seeming to give himself over to the melody of sorrow. Behind him, the large bay windows on the house were open, the black curtains billowing slightly from the wind. For a moment, Kurama was tempted to run, but the music held him rooted in place. The Crow demon looked up, and violet eyes met jade as he continued to play the soft, forlorn melody. The wind stirred around them, bringing in the sweet scent of rain, stirring Kurama's hair as he watched his opponent. Reluctantly, the music drew to a close, and Karasu's fingers stilled upon the ivory keys of the piano. In one fluid movement he was up, striding towards Kurama, a determined look gracing his features. It was then that the Kitsune turned human absently realized that the Crow's mask was off, though he failed to realize any importance to it.

"Itooshi..." Karasu breathed softly, raising one pale hand to stroke Kurama's cheek with a feather-light touch, just barely touching his skin. Kurama shivered, but more from the cooling wind around them than from the touch. Karasu seemed to smile secretly as he fit his body against the redhead's, slowly drawing his arms about him, pressing his lips demandingly to his. Kurama stiffened, then slowly, slowly, he felt his lips softening under the onslaught of the kiss. He felt the Crow's tongue lightly tracing over his lips, demanding entrance and he complied, moaning softly against his will as his tongue brushed against Karasu's. He was helpless against the artful kiss, failing for a moment to realize that Karasu's hands were skimming down his body. Nails that had once cut his tender flesh now gently grazed his skin, causing him to press closer in growing excitement. He felt Karasu's excitement and pressed closer, hissing softly, his mind a vortex of pleasure.

"You are mine..." Karasu whispered as he bit gently at Kurama's earlobe, suckling teasingly on the flesh as his hands continued to explore the boy's body. Kurama opened his eyes at these words, as if suddenly realizing what was happening. He pulled away, glancing at Karasu with wide eyes, and gaped in horror as the Crow's eyes danced between violet and brown alternately. He gasped in horror and pulled away, shaking his head.

"No...I...I would never! I am not yours!" he called out as shadows enveloped both the Crow demon and himself. He could vaguely hear his little brother' voice, and his eyes showed white all around as he fell to the floor, confused and upset.

"I will never be yours..." he vowed as he struck out with one hand at the rapidly closing in shadows...

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Kurama gasped, sitting bolt upright, soft cries of fear escaping his lips. For a moment he gagged, something warm and hard against his throat. It took him a moment to realize it was that hated collar. He clawed at it for a few moments, panting as he tried to escape from the last vestiges of the horrible dream, though after a moment he was aware of a soft tickling sensation on his thigh. Glancing downward slowly, his soft eyes landed on a pale hand as it inched it's way over his exposed flesh.

"Hrmmm....really now, itooshi...it was only a dream..." came that soft, lazy voice from beside him. He tilted his head, meeting Karasu's eyes and swallowed, nodding slowly. The Crow attempted to draw him closer but he balked, still held within the last gripping arms of the nightmare. He heard a sigh and then felt strong arms encircled him as he was gently yet forcibly pulled against the Crow's chest, and into his arms. Kurama stiffened slightly at the familiar embrace but gradually, after long moments of silence he felt his arms slipping around his captor's neck. Some comfort was better then none, he decided as he relaxed against Karasu, trembling. Karasu set his chin on top of his head gently and began to stroke his arms, his hair, all the while whispering softly, words of comfort. It was unlike the Crow to offer anyone solace...at least anymore. He just sat there in silence until his unwilling lover fell asleep, watching him coldly. To Karasu, his ability to fall asleep in his arms after such an obviously frightening episode as the nightmare proved him to be too naive, too trusting. For a moment, a stab of hatred ran through Karasu, though its fires were quickly doused. As Kurama's breathing slowly evened out, showing he was falling back asleep, he gently lay him down, pulling the silken sheets about his body, watching the whole time. Thunder rumbled softly in the distance, but he paid it no mind, just watching his pet.

"Mark my words, Kurama...my love will kill you someday..." he said softly, stroking a lock of crimson hair from the boys face in an almost tender fashion. Then he turned, dragging one long leg to his chest to await the dawn, truly alone in the velvety darkness...

And there you have it! The end of Part III! What will happen next? What is Karasu talking about and what does Shuuichi know? You'll just have to find out next time! I hope you all enjoyed it, special thanks to my friends Jadeyes and ChibiKarasu666 for beta-reading this chapter for me! I luff ya both *huggle*
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