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Lesson One, Demon Pride	By : kawaiikitsunethief Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4456 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Lesson One, Demon Pride
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DISCLAIMER! I dun own it!

This is a story that my sexy muse Anjira told me to write- I don�t mean encouraged, I mean told v.v; Either way, I hope you all like it.

Lesson One, Demon Pride

A scream ripped from Kurama�s throat as the whip lashed against his back, the demons around him laughed maliciously at his expense. He well assured that that the pain put on him with his own rose whip was no where near as humiliating as the laughter of these low class demons.

�I thought foxes were evasive!� sneered the one holding the whip. �How did you get captured so easily?�

Kurama glared at the wall before him with his vibrant green eyes, undulled by even the extreme pain being put on his human vessel. He hadn�t been captured easily, as Yusuke would put it, he�d put up a hell of a fight. But it was clear within the first five minutes of fighting, whoever had set up the attack on him had known what they were doing, and had known whom and what they were attacking.

He didn�t speak, he didn�t intend to waste words on these fools. Even if he�d been tied spread-eagle in the air, he was still the strongest one in the room and they knew as well as he did that no one would come near him, even in this state. That was why they attacked him from a distance even now.

He had a feeling they�d been ordered to kill him, but due to their fear of his name, they would not come any closer and it would be a long strenuous death.

�Mm, you�re pretty though, so I guess you�re forgiven,� said the demon grinning at him. Kurama�s eyes narrowed dangerously.

�You won�t be forgiven for this offense.� he growled.

�What was that?� asked the demon.

Kurama bit his lower lip until blood ran down the pale flesh. It was pointless to make threats, whenever he struggled against his bindings they just cut dangerously into his skin, drawing blood and sapping his strength. They were obviously made for holding him specifically.

His head shot up and he let out a hiss as he was flogged once again. �I said,� hissed the demon venomously. �What was that?�

Kurama opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again promptly, closing his eyes in defeat.

At that moment a blinding white pain shot down his spine and he let out a scream as light enveloped his world and then all became dark.

XxXxX

The first thing Kurama acknowledged, was despite the fact that he was still bound in the same manner, this was not the cave that he�d been bound in, nor were these the bindings. A simple tug allowed him to easily recognized that which restrained him. Vines.

He opened his eyes to a searing pain in his skull, the light too bright in some areas, too dim in others to allow his sight to adjust. All his mind registered was a deep inky black, occasionally lit with globes of light, one of which he was in.

�Don�t recognize it�Shuuichi?�

His head shot up and he attempted to turn to see his captor but was offered no such thing. �Who are you?� he growled. �Where am I? And how did I get here?�

��Funny, I was asking the same questions but a few years ago. This, Shuuichi, is the human mind. The darkness is that which you do not know, and the light are things that you do know. Things that are most important are lit most brightly, and those that are not, are dimly lit.� said the elegant voice casually. �You might note, this orb is particularly dim, it is my home.�

��Who are you? How did I get here?� asked Kurama closing his eyes. Why lie about his location? From what he knew of the human mind it was perfectly logical.

He could almost hear the smile in the voice. �Isn�t it obvious by now? Sweet human, we�re in your mind, one which you occupy with only one other, and it is of that other�s will that you are here.�

Kurama�s eyes widened. �Impossible. We�re the same person.�

�Don�t be so presumptuous!� snapped Youko in an infuriated tone. �You are a human! What little essence of mine this body was able to store you separated from your soul! And trapped in this dim world! And now you do me dishonor by carrying my name, and living such a life!�

Suddenly, gold overtook his sight, and he was aware that he was looking into the eyes of the demon fox, Youko Kurama. �What illusion is this?� he murmured.

�No illusion.� purred Youko wrapping his arms about Kurama�s slighter shoulders. �You were out there, making a disgrace of yourself, like a bowing whore. I simply couldn�t abide it any longer. I brought you here with me,�

��Why?� asked Kurama, wanting nothing more than to wrench away from this creature that though so familiar, sent chills down his spine. Nothing this creature could do would be considered predictable or familiar to him, and he was certain he wanted to keep it that way.

�Shuuichi, Kurama, you�ve forgotten what it was to be a demon. Though you hold this frail human form,� said Youko, threading his slender fingers through the crimson hair, �You, are, not, human,� he said tightening his hold until Kurama winced in pain.

�Let go.� said Kurama coolly.

�SLAP�

His green eyes couldn�t have gotten wider as a red mark marred his pale cheek and Youko Kurama stood before him, calmly as if he hadn�t just backhanded his human counterpart. �Don�t think to speak with me on equal grounds. We are not equals. Nor will we ever be. Until you accept your demon heritage.�

�What do you expect me to do!?� bit out Kurama. �Raid? Pillage? Plunder? Steal trinkets perhaps? This body is not suited for your lifestyle! Nor is my heart!�

�That, is the problem.� said Youko coolly. �Demons are born with instincts, instincts you seem to have forgotten. These instincts guide them to protect what is most important,� he said, weaving a tiny braid into Kurama�s hair. �Do you know what is most important to a demon, Kurama?�

Kurama stared at the pale exposed triangle of flesh on Youko�s chest. He had no wish to look into those cool, molten eyes. He winced as his hair was yanked on once again.

�Do you?� asked Youko coolly.

��Themselves,� murmured Kurama.

�Exactly.� said Youko smiling. �Now, I think, with this human mother of yours, I was willing to make an acceptance. You were willing to kill for her, you would kill, if only to live for her. So I abided your affections. But then you started along the path of human morality and you lost something. Your pride. You became a leashed pet of that insolent toddler and his band of miscreants!� growled Youko, his hand tightening painfully in Kurama�s hair, only to begin smoothing it down a second later. �But, I accepted it. You didn�t know loss, so you didn�t know what was important to you. You fought and faced enemies, defeated enemies, and I watched. Not pleased, but at least accepting of this lifestyle. I didn�t know the moment the odds weren�t in your favor you would bow your head in defeat to common-Scum!�

�And what would you have me do!� snapped Kurama, green eyes meeting gold in a furious glare.

�Be a demon!� Youko snapped back. �Be ruthless! Do what your mind and body tell you to do!�

�I�m not a demon anymore!�

The shout reverberated through the silence. Youko surprisingly enough, looked pleased with the exclamation. �I know. I�m here to fix that.� he said, tilting Kurama�s chin so he was looking into his eyes. �I�ll show you, exactly what a demon is. I�m going to show you sin, and you�ll relish it, and you�ll give in. But this time, you�ll give in to me. And that�s acceptable,� purred Youko rubbing his cheek against Kurama�s.

Despite his abrupt terror, Kurama couldn�t help noting that Youko�s skin was far softer than his own. Perfect was an understatement. But the fact that Youko was so beautiful was not disarming to him. His own plants were deadly, though they were beautiful, and though it was his mind, he knew he was within the power of the demon.

Suddenly, a hand ran over his cheek, long slender fingers, tipped with sharp but pale white nails, brushed his throat, his shoulder, his side, and suddenly he was aware that he had no clothes any longer. �How-�

�How, what, why, where, these are questions for mortals with short life spans. I intend for you to live for quite a while,�

�Get back!� hissed Kurama, wishing he could curl in on himself with shame. The hand tightened on his side painfully, nails touching the skin delicately, but leaving streams of blood in their wake.

�I am your last bit of demon instinct. And I will have you obey me. You do not order me.� said Youko sternly.

�You do not control me.�

Kurama�s head shot up. Though he�d been thinking it, he hadn�t meant to say it.

Youko�s perfect lips were curved in an angelic smile. �This is your mind dearling, though you try, you can�t hide anything from yourself.� the hand slid down his side, and he was aware that the cuts on his torso had elongated, opening slowly, blood dribbling down, as if the narrowest razorblade had laid its marks there, and the cuts had opened but seconds later.

�If this is my mind then I want this to stop.� he murmured in a trembling voice.

�Do you?� asked Youko in delight, his hand trailing down Kurama�s hipbone, leaving no marks in its wake this time. �Pride Kurama. You have pride. And you neglect it daily. In your mind, you want this as much as I do. If only to reprimand yourself. Therein lays the difference between you and I. You are a masochist, I am a sadist. So I�m sure we�ll both enjoy this,�

Kurama let out a breath as Youko�s hand ensnared him surely. �What are you doing?� he asked breathily.

�What my instincts tell me to do,� said Youko smiling. �Rutting the bitch that sits so wantonly with its legs spread open.�

�But- I�m- b-� said Kurama breathily as Youko�s hand began slow even strokes.

�Bound?� finished Youko. �Are you?�

Suddenly Kurama was aware of a softness beneath his back, he was able to move his legs now, but his hands remained bound. He soon grew dizzy, wanting nothing more than to escape from the dreamscape of his mind. �Why?� he asked tugging at his wrists.

�Discipline. Nothing comes easily. You haven�t allowed me to work through on my instincts, why shouldn�t I return the favor?� said Youko as Kurama unwittingly let out breathy moans.

�St- St-�

�Stop?� asked Youko, putting his knee between Kurama�s legs so he couldn�t close them. �Why should I? I�m doing what a demon should do, I�m following my instincts. Though you�re not a demon Shuuichi, you are possessed of a beautiful body, I�m sure, had I found you while I was a demon, I would have made you my bed warmer long ago,�

�Please!� murmured Kurama as his eyes filled with tears. He was confused. It felt so pleasurable, but at the same time his stomach was turning. He didn�t want this, not this way.

�What?� asked Youko, his other hand tightening painfully on Kurama�s thigh. �You were willing to give your pride to those disgusting whore�s sons, but not to me? I�m offended.� he hissed. �Very well,� he said. �I�ll stop.�

Kurama�s breath left his body as he was put on the edge of the fine blade of pleasure, so close that it was painful. Tears rolled down his pale cheeks.

A silken hand brushed them away. �Oh? Making amends are we? Your body offers me your pride, but your lips don�t utter a word.�

Kurama looked up at him, flushed and confused. �What?�

�Well, if you won�t utter the words I want to hear, I�ll draw them from you.� said Youko, ignoring him.

Kurama let out a sharp gasp as his thighs were pulled apart by strong hands. �What are you doing?� he exclaimed with horrified eyes. �Stop it! You can�t-�

�SLAP�

�Enough. Now. I�m not going to stop, not until you call out your name.� hissed Youko.

�What?� asked Kurama with wide eyes.

Suddenly pain shot down his spine as he felt his body invaded by Youko�s elegant fingers, though the claws didn�t feel to do him any harm, the electricity running down his spine promised to break something more precious than his flesh.

�Well? You must like it, you haven�t asked me to stop yet,� said Youko.

�Kur- Kur- Kurama!� shouted Kurama, his mind wanting it to stop, but his body drained in confusion.

�What�s that?� asked Youko, scissoring his fingers.

�Kurama! My name is Kurama!� said Kurama as tear rolled down his cheeks as he was stretched beyond his limits.

�That�s not what I was looking for.� said Youko in an almost bored tone. �Try again,� he said, flexing his fingers.

At that moment he hit a spot within Kurama, and fire ran through his veins as his voice left his lips in an inaudible cry and his back arched. He soon fell to the ground panting. Though the liquid running down his torso relayed that he�d received pleasure, what was left of his mind sought escape.

�Shuuichi!� he cried. �Shuuichi! Please stop!�

�You�re trying my patience!� said Youko. �I suppose I�ll have to speed up this lesson.�

He drew his fingers out of Kurama and Kurama�s body lost it�s tenseness as some spark of hope proclaimed that it might be over. Then a searing pain ran through his body and he screamed, tears rolling freely down his face as he was invaded in a way neither his mind nor body could find pleasure from. A gurgling sound escaped from the back of his throat as he arched in an attempt to escape only to find hands secured on his hips.

�Will you answer my question?� asked Youko, thrusting for the first time.

Kurama let out a cry as pain ran through his body.

�Why keep up this stubbornness? You know what I want to hear,�

At the second thrust, Kurama heard a scream, his mind registered seconds later that it had been his own, at the same time he knew his body was near it�s breaking point.

�Why won�t you just acknowledge it?�

This time when Youko thrust, it hit the spot within Kurama that sent sparks of light behind his eyes and had him crying out. �YOUKO!�

As he faded into darkness, he was only aware of one thing, Youko withdrawing, a fading image of the smiling demon. �Very good. You finally learned.�

XxXxX

�Oh god.� said Yusuke, trying not to gag. He couldn�t stop the vomit from coming up his throat though. After all he�d been through, he still couldn�t say he�d seen this much blood. It smeared the walls of the cave and the floors. Countless bodies were strewn about carelessly like broken dolls.

The only one who didn�t seem disgusted was Hiei who looked, on the contrary, mildly interested.

�Kurama,� murmured Yusuke, hurrying up and hoping he�d been on time.

It was when they reached the back of the cave that they all froze in their steps. Atop a pile of corpses, Kurama sat, head bowed, sitting, one knee up with his hand across it, revealing blood dripping from his pale skin as a cuff and chain hung from it like strings from a puppet, secured from the roof were bits of the broken chain that had apparently held him captive, all but destroyed.

�My god Kurama, what have you done?� asked Kuwabara, being the first able to revive his speaking capacities.

�Don�t think to speak with me on equal grounds. We are not equals. Nor will we ever be. Or do I need to teach you a lesson?�
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