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Progeny	By : TransientTemptation Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Yaoi - Male/Male > Hiei/Kurama Views: 7686 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A/N: I wasn't going to post this until I had a bit more of it written and I'd finished one of my other stories so I had more time but I liked how the first chapter turned out too much and I have a weak will when it comes to sharing angsty stories. I'm really quite a horrible person... But if you like seeing our favorite fox hurt then you'll enjoy this chapter and probably the next several. So yay for that!

Pained and hazy emerald eyes opened at the sound of familiar footsteps, which was followed by the sound of the cell door being unlocked and opened. “How are we feeling today, my pet?” a dark voice asked, reaching down to pull on the tangled mane of red hair and force the beaten man to look at him.

“I… am not your pet…” Kurama stated as firmly as he could with a throat raw from screams and lips painfully chapped and split from lack of water and more than a few punches.

Violet eyes shone a bit with amusement. “No?”

“No,” Kurama repeated firmly.

The darker demon reached over and grabbed Kurama’s arm, making the red head have to bite his abused lip to stifle the scream of pain. His arm was still freshly broken there from his last beating. But Kurama wouldn’t give his captor the satisfaction of screaming, not over something small like a broken arm. Or leg. Or any of the other broken bones in his body.

Suddenly Kurama was slammed against the rock wall of his cell and gasped in pain as his battered body screamed in protest. One cold hand gripped Kurama around the throat. “I suppose you’re right, Kurama,” the man said leaning forward and biting down hard on Kurama’s ear. Hard enough to make the redhead bleed. “You’re not a pet. You’re a whore and broodmare.” The cold hand not choking Kurama landed on the redhead’s slightly swollen abdomen and Kurama grit his teeth some to resist thrashing or fighting. One wrong move would prove disastrous right now.

“Tell me, Kurama… can you tell if it’s mine or not?” his tormentor asked, hand pressing a little harder against Kurama’s not quite flat stomach.

“No,” Kurama growled. It wasn’t worth keeping silent when his answer wouldn’t help the other demon anyway. It would just earn him another painful punishment and he needed to stay as healthy as possible right now.

“Mm, pity,” the darker demon mused before stepping back a little and letting Kurama slump forward. “You know when I heard rumors about silver youko being ‘special’ I didn’t put much stock in them. If I’d have known they weren’t just rumors I would have just done this before the tournament.”

Kurama looked up at the hated crow. “Your leash was too tight,” he replied icily. Almost instantly his head jerked to the side as Karasu slapped him hard. Kurama didn’t bother trying to catch himself and fell back down to the pile of rags that was his ‘bed’ and then once the daze passed from the hit he looked up again.

“Watch your tongue. You don’t actually need it and it would be a splendid trophy for my wall. You shouldn’t tempt me to rip it out and put it there,” Karasu said as his hands went to his coat and undid the fastenings. Kurama grit his teeth and once again mentally cursed the shackles around his wrists that not only kept him chained to the wall but were inscribed to block his spirit energy and keep him from being able to tap into any defense or offense he might have had. He couldn’t even heal himself.

Karasu tossed his coat to the side before undoing his pants. Kurama clenched his fists, knowing what was coming from the same thing happening for the past three months. Every day, sometimes more than once, Karasu came to the cell and forced himself on his captive. Kurama glared at the naked crow; showing that he would still fight him off as best he could.

Karasu grabbed Kurama’s ankles and pulled, dragging his lower half away from the wall until Kurama’s arms were stretched almost painfully above his head, the manacles digging into his chaffed wrists. Kurama squirmed and tried to kick and get out of the demon’s grasp but he couldn’t manage it. His head snapped to the side again under another hard backhand, again leaving him somewhat dazed.

The crow wrenched Kurama’s legs apart and grabbed his hips before slamming forward, burying himself deep inside Kurama’s abused body. Kurama screamed in pain and thrashed in a useless attempt to get away. Karasu ignored the fox and started moving, taking his pleasure and not caring how badly he hurt his captive. He knew eventually he’d have to soften his encounters with the fox so he didn’t miscarry but he wasn’t concerned with it right now. Right now he just wanted to put the redhead in his place and find his own enjoyment.

By the time Karasu finished Kurama was almost unconscious, his already beaten body not quite able to keep up with the pain of the brutal rape. Karasu dressed himself again, smirking at the nonmoving demon at his feet. Kurama’s thighs were stained with blood and semen, his eyes were distant and hazy with pain, and his cheeks had clear tear tracks down them. “It would be better to be my pet don’t you think?” Karasu asked tauntingly before leaving.

Kurama laid there in a daze for a while before eventually coming around and crawling slowly back to the slight cushion of the rags. He took one and wiped his legs clean before tossing it to the side and laying back down to rest and try to recover. He knew Hiei and the others would be looking for him. He just had to hold out a bit longer so that they could find him. He didn’t particularly want to be seen like this but he’d deal with the humiliation if it meant getting out of this hellhole. His mother must be so worried…

Hiei was probably beside himself and on a virtual rampage. Kurama allowed himself a small smile at that. His short tempered dragon had a protective streak a mile wide and if this didn’t trigger a reaction of utter rage he didn’t know what would. Aside from this happening to Yukina. Any threat at all in her general direction tended to cause rage.

Part of Kurama’s brain was still in utter shock that Karasu was still alive. It simply didn’t make sense. He knew he hadn’t missed with his plant in the dark tournament… so how could he be here now?

It was an utter mystery but not one Kurama had the energy or inclination to linger on right now. He’d much rather worry about surviving a bit longer. The unexpected circumstance of being pregnant was adding incredible strain, both to his body and psyche. He truly wished he could tell who the sire of the child was. Not only for his own peace of mind but because he was honestly somewhat afraid of what Hiei would do if he was carrying another demon’s child. The circumstances would help Kurama, of course -he had been raped- but that wouldn’t stop Hiei’s demonic instincts from being outraged at his mate and Hiei was not always known for being able to overrule his instincts.

Kurama tried to stop thinking and go to sleep so that he’d recover a bit and thankfully he was tired enough to do so. He curled up slightly, his shackled hand resting over his stomach and battered face somewhat more relaxed and peaceful. It was definitely a much needed rest.

Kurama woke to his one meal of the day being set close to his bed by one of the crow’s servants. He didn’t open his eyes immediately, wanting to get a bit more rest in before he faced another day of torture, abuse, and rape. He was starving and dying of thirst but he was also completely exhausted and that led to him not being at all sure which need he wanted to satisfy first.

As Kurama laid there contemplating if it was worth it to reach for the food, he heard an explosion upstairs. At first, these explosions had brought a bit of hope until he realized it was just Karasu killing someone or thing. But then he heard another; it was slightly less common to hear two in a row. Maybe Karasu was still sore over that ‘leash’ comment.

Perhaps Kurama shouldn’t have said that but his tongue was really the only retaliation he had at his disposal right now and he was unwilling to give it up. He certainly wasn’t going to roll over for Karasu. Despite his hatred of the man and his fear of the demon’s power, Kurama wasn’t going to let it control or cow him. He was Yoko Kurama, after all. He didn’t become cowed. No matter how many beatings he had to endure.

The fox must have drifted off to sleep again because the next thing he knew his head was being pulled up and a piece of food was shoved down his throat. Kurama choked and coughed to try and breath but forcibly swallowed so that he could clear his airway. He barely had time to focus on what was going on before another scrap of food was jammed down his throat. Another piece followed, and then another, Kurama fought to get out of Karasu’s grip since being force fed by the demon hurt his throat and just generally being near the crow ratcheted up Kurama’s defiance. Once the food was gone, Karasu punched Kurama hard. “You will eat what you’re given!” he hissed before reaching for the cup beside the now empty tray. He poured it down Kurama’s throat, not caring if the fox was inhaling or not.

Kurama choked on the water and sputtered some but tried to swallow, knowing he needed the water despite the rough way he was getting it. He only managed to drink down some of it though as Karasu hadn’t cared to go slow enough to assist Kurama in any way. Tossing the empty cup to the side, Karasu straightened and whipped out his belt. “Another lesson then…”

Kurama coughed a bit and glared. Like he cared about a whipping. “Enough with your glares, Kurama,” Karasu ordered before bringing the belt down against Kurama’s bruised thigh. Kurama flinched at the sharp pain but didn’t make a noise. The belt snapped down again, this time on Kurama’s shoulder. Again the fox refused to cry out from pain.

The less Kurama reacted the angrier Karasu got and by the time the crow’s anger was fully vented Kurama was unconscious and bleeding from several wounds and possibly with a few more broken bones. Karasu had stomped on the fox’s hand fairly hard to try and elicit the reaction he wanted. The only area Karasu had spared was Kurama’s stomach. If the fox was carrying his child he didn’t want to risk losing it in a beating. And if it wasn’t Karasu’s? Well, the crow would take more than a little pleasure at watching the horror cross Kurama’s face when Karasu strangled the brat in front of him. Or maybe he’d rip it limb from limb… either way Karasu would be sure to kill it in front of his captive. Youko were known for becoming quite attached to their young and Karasu knew if Kurama’s spirit lasted until the baby was born it wouldn’t survive that.

Karasu put his belt back on and turned to leave the cell, being sure to put the seals back in place that were keeping his captive hidden and making sure his powers stayed completely repressed in case the manacles failed. Karasu glanced back over at the shapeless pool of pale cream and red and smirked. No matter how much he admired Kurama’s fiery will he was enjoying the task of breaking it even more, mostly because of how strong a fight Kurama was putting up. It made the effort of breaking him worthwhile. Karasu had found very few could say that, even among the stronger demons. Most would cave from the beatings and rapes now that they were entering the fourth month but Kurama was not. The only reason he was faltering at all was because his body was under so much strain; his spirit was still fighting hard to withstand Karasu.

Karasu wandered back upstairs, still smiling slightly as he remembered the look of utter surprise and horror that had momentarily crossed Kurama’s pretty little face when he was face to face with Karasu again. It had been beyond amusing. He knew the only reason he’d managed to sneak up on and capture Kurama this time was because the fox truly had not been expecting anyone to find him. Especially not someone he thought he’d already killed. He still fought admirably, of course, but he’d been forced on the defensive immediately and kept there and had ultimately fallen to a well-placed seal and a few bombs.

The crow knew the red head’s companions were causing quite the amount of destruction throughout the Makai in search of the fox but Karasu wasn’t too worried yet. They weren’t particularly close to where his hideaway was. He wasn’t foolish enough to truly think they’d never find him but if he was lucky they’d only find him once he’d finished breaking the fox. Karasu’s smile darkened to a more twisted one as he imagined the horror on those idiot’s faces when they had to fight their own teammate. Because once Karasu finished breaking the youko he’d start putting him back together how he wanted and he knew his tastes ran towards mindless devotion. Especially with one as pretty as Kurama. His whole body practically hummed with anticipation.
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