Yoko's "Protection," Suichi's Suffering...

Yoko’s eyes locked on the screen in horror. “Oh my god…” he whispered, mortified. Suichi looked so broken, so tired, his once flawless flesh torn in a hundred places, the hair that Yoko used to bury his face in matted and snarled, his body scrawny, exhaustion dripping from every line of his beloved’s slumped form.

Immediately, Yoko realized it was a trap. They wanted to lure him to where they could catch him. I could do it…I am Yoko Kurama…I cold steal him from under their noses… He shook his head. Acting so rash would only put both of them in more danger. His eyes refocused on the screen. They had zoomed in on Suichi’s body, and Yoko felt the bile rising in his gut. He’s been tortured… raped too, by the looks of it. My god, what have I done!? This is my fault… I can’t believe I let this happen! If only I’d taken him with me… Tears blurred Yoko’s vision. He let them fall.

It was beyond temptation to try and rescue him. Seeing his beautiful, angelic, sweet Suichi so…defiled and defeated made Yoko’s heart hurt. The fox watched as Suichi’s haunted, terrified green eyes met the camera, piercing Yoko’s soul. Suichi shook his head the tiniest drop, his gaze pleading and afraid. He doesn’t want me to try…Suichi… even now, when he’s been tortured and is on display in front of the entire world, he’s willing to sacrifice himself for me… he’s trying to tell me it’s okay for me to be selfish and leave him there to suffer just so I don’t have to be forced to watch him die… Yoko smiled through his tears. My darling…I will come back for you, I promise. I won’t leave you there to be tortured forever. Once the hype has died down and I can safely walk the streets again, I won’t leave you there any longer.


Suichi’s shoulders were in agony, the chains were chafing his wrists, and he was freezing, but he was used to pain. He would have slept, had he not been agonizing over whether Yoko would be rash enough to show up. Whenever no one was looking, he stared at the camera, pleaded with his eyes, hoping that somewhere Yoko could see him and would understand. The entire city was crawling with TCC agents; there were sensors tuned to Yoko’s energy surrounding the building. There was no way the fox could reach Suichi without being detected, no matter how good of a thief he was.

The night crawled on, but Yoko had not appeared even as the sun was peeping through the horizon. Suichi sighed in relief as the sun began to rise. Yoko was safe.

Karasu prowled up behind him and walked into Suichi’s line of vision, looking smug. “Your precious fox didn’t try to save you, Suichi,” he taunted. “I guess he doesn’t care about you anymore…”

The raven’s words echoed a worry that Suichi had been doing his best to ignore: the worry that Yoko didn’t show up not because he didn’t want to risk his life, but because he simply didn’t care about Suichi anymore, that he’d moved on to someone else. Suichi shook his head vehemently. “You’re wrong,” he said weakly. “Yoko’s just too smart for your silly traps.”

“If he really loved you, he would have risked himself to rescue you. You don’t leave someone you love in the hands of torturers, Suichi.” Karasu paused to let that sink in. Despite Suichi’s best efforts, the treacherous thought embedded itself in his brain. He knew now that it would never leave him alone again. “Either way,” Karasu continued, “if Yoko simply doesn’t want you anymore than you’re of no use to us anymore, Suichi.” He had started unchaining the redhead from the stand.

Suichi’s heart raced, and he tried to suppress his fear. “Then what will you do with me?” He asked.

Karasu’s grin had Suichi shivering in terror. “Normally we would just kill you, but in your case…” he hesitated. “Well, I couldn’t allow them to take a prize as perfect as you away from me, now could I?”

“Just answer the question, Karasu. What will you do with me?”

Karasu’s eyes glittered. “Your master has abandoned you. I will ‘adopt’ you as my own pet, Suichi Minamino.”

“You wouldn’t…” Suichi said weakly. “You can’t. I’m bound to Yoko whether he wants me or not!”

“True, you could never be my true pet, but I still get to keep you, so I don’t care either way.” Karasu dragged Suichi into the elevator. “Starting now, you will obey me, Suichi,” he said. “It is within my right to treat you however I see fit. You will not complain or refuse to obey unless you wish to be punished.” Suichi said nothing. Karasu yanked on the leash until the boy stumbled forwards with a yelp. “Did you hear me, human?” he hissed.

“Yes,” Suichi said wearily.

“Yes what?” came the hiss again.

Hating himself, his every nerve screaming at him that he was a traitor, Suichi whispered, “Yes, M-Master.”

Karasu smirked. “Good boy. Now get down on your hands and knees. Until you earn the right to walk you will follow me like the dog you are, understand?”

Suichi resisted. “I will not.”

Karasu’s eyes narrowed. “Do as I say, boy.”

“No.”

Karasu snarled, and dragged Suichi into the lobby and back down the stairs. He shoved the redhead against the wall and struck him with the whip before the idea of moving could ever enter Suichi’s mind. The boy screamed as the leather cut into his flesh over and over, with little reprise between each strike. The pain was mind numbing and drew tears into Suichi’s eyes. He could feel flesh peeling away from muscle and bone with each strike, blood streaming down his back. Karasu did not let up, the whip landing over and over again, until the raven paused to shove Suichi around so his back was against the wall. He started up again, landing blows on Suichi’s chest, slicing open the alabaster skin with practiced ease. Suichi screamed again as his nipples were struck repeatedly. Finally Karasu dropped the whip, still looking furious.

“That is only a taste of what I will do to you if you defy me, brat,” he snarled. Suichi whimpered, his knees shaking badly. Karasu grabbed his wrist. “Now come. You are filthy; I will not be seen with something so disgusting.” He pulled Suichi into a bathroom the boy had never noticed before and turned on the shower to shove Suichi under it. Suichi yelped; the water was ice cold.

Karasu snatched soap from a nearby dish and roughly scrubbed the redhead down, ignoring the bleeding stripes across his chest and back. Suichi screamed as soap ran into his fresh wounds and tried to squirm away, but Karasu bit his shoulder in warning and he held still, tears spilling down his face.

Karasu washed Suichi’s hair as roughly as his body and then they were done. Karasu pulled a hairbrush from somewhere and sat the boy down to pull it through his hair. Suichi was surprised at how gentle the raven was as he worked away the snarls, but he soon figured it was only because Karasu did not want to damage Suichi’s tresses.
“You may walk until we get upstairs,” the raven growled. “But only because the floor down here is filthy and I don’t want you getting dirty again so soon after you were cleaned. Unfortunately the dirt roads outside will have that effect but it cannot be helped.”

Suichi nodded, but caught himself in time and said, “Yes, master.” Death would be preferable to this…


The most humiliating walk of Suichi’s life resulted in scuffed knees and palms, as well as a fine layer of red dust that had been kicked up by passers-by. Karasu shoved him back in the shower, but let the boy clean himself off this time. Suichi took as much time as he dared to rinse himself completely clean and condition his hair, something Karasu had neglected to do before.

He crawled out of the bathroom and found Karasu in the bedroom. Suichi hesitated in the doorway, but a glare from the raven’s direction brought the boy into the room and by the bed, where he sat back and waited, hating himself.
“Get up off the floor and face me,” Karasu said, his voice as velvety smooth as usual. Suichi obliged and faced the raven, keeping his eyes lowered like the good little bitch he was. “Undress me.”

Suichi flushed. “Of-of course, master,” he whispered. He was too exhausted to fight the raven’s orders anymore. That beating had hurt, and he knew that Karasu could do much, much worse. The redhead was far too defeated to want anything more than avoid more pain at all costs. He reached for the raven’s coat and undid the first few buttons with trembling fingers. Slowly, he undid the rest, and slid the garment over Karasu’s pale shoulders. Suichi covertly ran his eyes over his new master’s exposed flesh. The raven had always been fully dressed, and Suichi was surprised at how pale and soft Karasu’s skin was, how delicate and almost fragile the raven’s slight build looked. But Suichi knew too well the strength contained in those deceivingly slender arms. He repressed a shudder and moved to undo Karasu’s fly. The raven growled softly and Suichi paused for a moment, unsure of what that meant, but Karasu waved for him to continue. Suichi pulled down the zipper and was unsurprised to discover the raven was once more wearing no underwear.

Other than the occasional forced blowjob, Karasu had let either other people or toys do all the molesting. Surprisingly, the raven had never taken Suichi himself, so this would be a first for both of them. Blushing again, Suichi pulled Karasu’s pants down and off and then stepped back, lowering his head again.

“Good boy, Suichi,” Karasu purred, a smirk crawling over his face. “Now pleasure your master.”

Suichi bit back the nausea and the impulse to refuse, and whispered, “H-How does Master want it?”

Karasu looked pleased. “You sure were easier to break than I thought, Suichi,” he said. Suichi had to work to control his rage. “Any way. Every way,” he said. “Pleasure me, and then pleasure yourself upon me."

Suichi held back a shudder and crawled onto the bed. Suichi straddled Karasu’s thighs and closed his eyes before pulling one of the raven’s nipples into his mouth. He coaxed it into hardness with his tongue, one hand working at the other one. Karasu growled a little, his fingers burying themselves in Suichi’s hair and squeezing, pulling a little. Suichi ignored it and released Karasu’s nipple, trailing kisses down the raven’s stomach. His other hand replaced his mouth and he worked the taut buds between his fingers, tugging very gently, feeling them stiffen in his hands.

Hesitantly, Suichi ran his tongue up Karasu’s cock, watching as it rose under his mouth. Karasu growled encouragingly and Suichi engulfed the head in his mouth. Karasu grunted, his hips jerking into Suichi’s mouth, the hand in his hair tightening. Suichi took all of his master’s cock and slowly started to pull up, applying suction as he did and swirling his tongue around the head. Karasu finally moaned, but his impatience got the better of him. Suichi yelped as his head was forced back down and pulled back up by the hair, Karasu’s cock sliding down his throat on every thrust. Pulling him cruelly by the hair, Karasu took over the blowjob, but Suichi used every trick he knew to make sure the raven knew that he was not in total control. He acted as if his head were not being painfully forced up and down and swallowed around the head as it entered his throat before swirling around the tip as he was pulled up again. Karasu moaned again, now jerking his hips to cram his cock further down Suichi’s throat. Suichi moaned around him as the raven came, his seed sliding down Suichi’s throat to settle uncomfortably in his stomach.

“Touch yourself, Suichi,” came the next order. Suichi hesitated. “Jerk yourself off.”

Karasu pulled himself into a semi-upright position and fixed his eyes on Suichi. Slowly, the redhead wrapped a hand around his cock and slowly started pumping himself, immediately feeling his cock beginning to rise. “L-Like this, Master?”

Karasu growled. “Faster, harder.”

Suichi complied, and moaned loudly as the friction engulfed his cock. He rubbed the tip with his thumb and gasped loudly as he did, feeling the pleasure shooting up his spine despite Karasu’s piercing stare. “Oh…M-Master…” he breathed, feeling his end approaching. Suichi arched his hips into his own touch, his neck arching backwards, mouth open as he panted. “M-Master…” he moaned, his toes curling as he came, seed coating his hand.

“Lick it off, Suichi,” Karasu whispered. “And then get on your shoulders and knees and finger yourself.”

Slowly, Suichi brought his hand to his lips and licked it clean, tasting his own seed, feeling it joining Karasu’s in the lump in his stomach. Karasu’s breathing hitched as he watched Suichi’s tongue snaking between the boy’s fingers. Suichi finished, and arranged himself as instructed with his ass facing Karasu. Suichi rubbed his puckered entrance, moaning, before pressing one finger into his ass. He yelped as the walls constricted his finger tightly despite all the abuse they had taken so recently. It hurt, but he could deal, and he slowly began to move his finger, feeling the pain vanishing with each stroke. He moaned obscenely and fingered himself faster, his cock rising swiftly again.

“Beautiful, Suichi,” Karasu breathed. “Add another finger and I want to hear you say my name…”

Suichi pushed another finger inside himself and cried out in pleasure as it pulled him open. “Oh…Master…” he panted, fingering himself hard and fast, curling one finger to find his sweet spot. His back arched into his own touch. “Oh! Master…right there…oh, that feels so good…oh god, harder, faster, thank you Master—ahhn!” Suichi came again, and collapsed onto the bed. He started to pull his fingers out, but Karasu’s hand stopped him.

“I never told you you could stop, Suichi,” Karasu growled, pushing a finger of his own up Suichi’s ass. Suichi cried out in surprise, wriggling against it, feeling the raven’s long nails scraping his insides. “That’s strange,” Karasu whispered. “You should be loose after all the times I’ve shoved something up your ass, Suichi, but you’re still as tight as a virgin…” he curled a finger against Suichi’s sweet spot and the boy cried out again. “Why have you stopped fingering yourself?” Karasu snapped.

“S-Sorry, Master…” Suichi gasped, and moved his hand again, working his way up to the speed he had been at, his cock stirring back into life again. Karasu wormed a second finger and scissored as Suichi fisted himself. Suichi screamed, his back arching, heat racing through him.

“More…Master…please, that feels so good!” Suichi begged as Karasu started to finger him slowly. It was torturous, having half the girth inside him moving so slowly, but Karasu obliged with a small smirk, and yanked Suichi’s hand out to take over. The raven moved so fast, and his hands were so warm, that Suichi’s mind blanked; he could not handle the pleasure those fingers sent soaring through him as their long nails jabbed into his prostate every time. Suichi screamed in pure desire, his knuckles white around the handful of sheets in each fist. As suddenly as he had started, Karasu stopped, withdrawing his fingers.

“Lick me clean, my pet,” Karasu demanded, pushing the hand that had just been up Suichi’s ass in front of the redhead’s face. Suichi did not respond, and Karasu struck his ass sharply with his other hand. The human yelped, and took the two fingers into his mouth with a small shudder of disgust. As Suichi licked his own inner juices off Karasu’s slender digits, the raven swiftly entered Suichi’s ass and started to fuck him hard.

Suichi screamed in surprise, his blood boiling at the idea of this union that was so against his lifelong bond to Yoko. But he pulled himself under control and continued the task at hand, although his eyes rolled back in his skull and an occasional moan slipped past his lips.

“M-Master…!” Suichi gasped, as the hand was pulled away.

Karasu slammed into him, hitting Suichi’s prostate, and the human screamed again. “You like it hard, don’t you my pet?” he growled, reaching over to pump the boy.

Assaulted from both sides, Suichi could only scream again and clench the sheets harder. This feel so good…why does this feel so good? “Oh, god Master, more!” He heard himself crying, to his disgust. “Harder, please, oh god that feels good!”

Karasu fucked him harder, the lances of pain that shot up Suichi’s spine somehow making the boy enjoy it more. He came again, but Karasu did not slacken his pace, pounding into Suichi’s tired body, his free hand roughly kneading Suichi’s butt-cheek. Suichi half-moaned, half-sobbed, tired and sore but incredibly aroused. He was bleeding again; he could feel it trickling down his thighs, but he didn’t care. Karasu’s cock felt too good, pounding into him ruthlessly, even though his instincts rebelled against the forbidden contact.

Suddenly, Karasu pulled out, leaving Suichi feeling empty and desperate, but before he could complain, Karasu yanked the redhead back by the hair and hissed, “Now taste your ass, bitch!” before pinning Suichi to the bed and shoving his cock down Suichi’s throat. After a few brutal strokes that left the boy’s throat sore, Karasu came with a loud moan.

Suichi coughed as Karasu pulled out, exhausted and sore. “Th-thank you, Master…” he wheezed, wishing for sleep.

Karasu dragged Suichi to him and kissed him. Suichi’s mind reeled as those scorching lips laid him bare. It was the most intense kiss he’d ever had; he felt exposed, like every secret was revealed, as that blazing tongue slipped into his mouth, dominating Suichi entirely, roughly exploring everything. Suichi moaned into the kiss, and at that point Karasu pulled away, smirking. “See, Suichi?” he whispered. “As long as you’re a good little boy, we can do that every day if you wish.”

Suichi held back a sigh. “Yes, Master,” he whispered.

Karasu regarded him thoughtfully. “You were very good today, Suichi,” he said with a funny smile. “You may sleep in the bed with me, if you wish.”

That was good, because Suichi was too exhausted to move anytime soon. He smiled, his eyes only half open. “Thank you, Master…” Although he was disgusted with himself for enjoying that as much as he had, Suichi had gotten no sleep the night before and had a very trying day. He curled up in a ball and fell asleep in an instant.