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The True Meaning of Intimacy	By : redeyedemon Category: Yuyu Hakusho > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1606 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This story is a challenge, written as a birthday gift. It's a little dark and way different than my usual writing, but I like it. The OC is based of the birthday boy, so I hope I did him justice and I hope it's well received. Happy birthday. And to the rest of y'all, I hope you enjoy.
Warnings: Language. Bloody play. Sexual torture. Sex.
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho, nor I make any money from this fiction.

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The room was dim, as most strip clubs were, lighted stages, light glinting off mental poles. Scantily clad boys, many looking barely over eighteen, wound themselves around said poles, grinding and dancing in time with a beat that vibrated through the room.

Violate eyes scanned the club dispassionately from a balcony, skin tight leather encasing his legs, leading down to gracefully bare feet. Pitch black hair hung around a milky pale torso, a mask providing an air of mystery as it covered the lower half of the man’s face. He leaned on the railing, blinking slowly, unsurprised as a man stepped up beside him.

“Who’s the kid?”

The boy in question was on the main stage, moving gracefully, his lithe body pressing against the metal pole, before pressing away in a graceful tease, his skin pale under the bright lights, even paler for his long dark hair.

A derisive snort met the statement. “I should have known he’d be your type, Karasu,” The voice was deep, and smooth, laced with arrogance and a hint of amusement. “He’s new. His name’s Rhazhah. Some sort of demon.”

Karasu’s eyes narrowed slightly, though they didn’t leave the beautiful creature dancing on stage. He examined the sinuous body on stage. The boy looked maybe nineteen, black hair hanging down past his waist, the tips and his bangs red. Tattoos and piercings littered the boy’s body; A Celtic knot stretched over his left shoulder, stripes up his collar bones and on his hips, dipping into tight pants, and a tribal design that looked almost like wings around his wrist. Both of his nipples were pierced twice, once horizontally and vertically. His belly button was pierced four times, a connected array of four bars through the piercings, and a horizontal tongue piercing had teasing glimpses as he enticed the audience.

Karasu couldn’t help but wonder what else he had pierced.

“You’re drooling,” the voice that had disturbed Karasu’s musing before intruded on his thoughts again.

He glared, purple eyes sharp in the dark, meeting his own reflection in the ever present sun glasses worn by one of the club’s partial owners, Toguro. Just Toguro. No indication of whether it was a first or last name, it just was. The man’s large, intimidating figure nearly dwarfed Karasu’s slimmer figure, dressed in tight jeans and a long, green trench coat. Karasu glared for another moment, before allowing his gaze to be drawn back to Rhazhah.

“I’m intrigued,” he responded simply. “He’s quite pretty.”

Toguro frowned mildly, though the expression wasn’t much different than his mildly amused expression, not any other expression he tended to wear. “I know what you like to do to those you think are pretty,” He growled, the threat evident in his tone. “Sakyo wants to keep him around. He’s good for business.”

A sadistic smile crossed Karasu’s face, and Toguro only knew from experience the look in the pale demon’s eyes. Said dark eyes flicked to him. “Are you going to stick around to babysit me?”

Eyes narrowed behind sunglasses at the obvious smirk reflected in violent, violet eyes. He’d bedded the crow demon before, and it wasn’t exactly a hard ship, but the volatile demon was dangerous if he thought someone would interfere with his fun. Though, he wasn’t opposed to just… Watching. And, if Karasu went too far, he could quite easily over power him.

His expression showed none of his emotions. He just turned a stony gaze back to the demon who was almost finished with his set on stage. “Just remember what happened with the redhead,” he nodded to the bar, where the red haired bar tender with flicking silver ears was flirting casually with customers. “No means no. I’m not sure if the new boy could string you up like Kurama did, but I can, and Sakyo will insist.”

Karasu snarled darkly. He would have the fox, eventually. He just had to get rid of the annoying stripper with the dragon tattoo that Kurama was dating. For now, though, he was more interested the new demon who had just collected his tips, bowing gracefully from the stage. Though, a small smirk graced his lips as red eyes flashed up to meet Karasu’s, flashing with silver before he disappeared back stage.

That was as good an invitation as any, Karasu decided not bothering to look at Toguro as he swept away.

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Karasu gazed mildly at the boy before him. A black robe gaped around naked skin, red rope tying his arms in a box tie, wrist to opposite elbow. Blood made the cloth sticky where Karasu had cut the cloth from Rhazhah’s shoulders, leaving little skin protected from Karasu’s gaze. Dark hair was tangled over pale shoulders.

The crow examined the body presented before him. Tribal designs traced over deceptively strong legs, an arcane circle around the base of his cock. An apadravya piercings decorated the head of his cock, followed by a Jacob’s ladder piercing down the underside.

Karasu stroked pale shoulders, feeling Rhazhah tremble slightly under his touch. The boy had been confident in himself, and willing in his submission to Karasu. Karasu had worked and stayed at the club he was at because the owner had back rooms set up that more resembled dungeons. Rooms where, if blood were spilt, it could be cleaned easily.

It was nowhere near often enough that Karasu got to play.

“People are convinced that sex is the most intimate moment that can be shared between two people,” Karasu stated casually, stroking his night’s plaything’s cheek in disturbing gentleness as he stepped away, fingering a whip, and a leather strap, before settling on a leather flogger, the edges treated so that with the right touch, it could easily slice skin. Violet eyes met red with a great level of malice. “Little do they know that pain, blood, and screams reach levels of intimacy that sex can’t even touch,” He circled the kneeling body, out of view. “You will scream for me,” It was a demand, not a question, and the flogger came down with enough force to make Rhazhah sway forward, and draw blood, but no noise escaped his lips.

Karasu admired the marks he’d left with a dark smirk. The marks decorated the boy’s upper back and arms, blood welling slowly to stain pale skin. Karasu leaned down to draw his tongue over one of the marks, shivering at the taste of blood, stroking skin gently before sinking his teeth into Rhazhah’s shoulder. He shuddered, lithe muscles tense, but he kept silent.

“Hm,” Karasu licked blood off his lips, considering the male before him. “You will scream for me.”

With that, Karasu stepped away, lifting the flogger again, and painting the walls red with blood splatter.

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Pleasure saturated gasps echoed off the walls of the small room, laced with pain, the two intertwined seamlessly.

Rhazhah hadn’t resisted noise for long. Welts from Karasu’s nails ran down either of his arms, and the remote for the dildo Karasu had unceremoniously forced into the boy’s body dangled from Karasu’s fingers. It was inflated to its fullest, and a faint vibrating sound clicked on and off as Karasu’s fingers moved. A black bull whip hung from his other hand, and as he raised the whip again, the buzzing sound came back in full force.

Rhazhah screamed, his body caught between immense pleasure, and pain flooding his system.

Karasu smirked, tossing the whip to the side. Like all the other toys he’d used, someone else would clean it. He allowed the toy to deflate as he gripped Rhazhah’s arm, flipping the boy onto his back. Another scream escaped his lips as his abused back hit the floor. It turned into a pained gasp as Karasu roughly removed the dildo, replacing it with his cock in one fluid motion, not allowing Rhazhah any time for real preparation or to adjust.

A hand around his throat prevented Rhazhah from crying out as Karasu thrust ruthlessly into his body, his vision going slightly hazy around the edges from lack of air.

Karasu was watching with fascination as the boy beneath him struggled for air. A grunt from the shadows of the room made Karasu growl, but he released Rhazhah’s throat, allowing the smaller boy to take great gasps of air.

“Well, isn’t that interesting,” Karasu stated, examining the body beneath him. Some of the deep, angry wounds he’d made on the boy’s body were actually starting to heal as Karasu pounded into him, the sexual tension building between them.

“Incubus,” Rhazhah gasped, his back arching as Karasu pounded deep into him, hitting his prostate. “Hurt me, then fuck me, and I’ll heal.”

Oh, that was a very interesting development. One that Karasu fully planned to exploit in the future. Now, though, he was more concerned with his own pleasure. His fangs ripped into the boy’s skin, more blood staining his lips and pitch black hair.

“This is intimacy,” He growled, her body moving faster, claws drawing blood as the blood and pain seeped into his pleasure, seeking his own pleasure, while almost unintentionally pushing his partner towards his own. “Sex alone could never bring two people this close.”

Another bite ripped into Rhazhah’s skin, and Karasu’s constant pounding pushed him to the edge, and he came, crying out Karasu’s name, the orgasm mixing pain and pleasure enough that it wasn’t entirely obvious where one ended and the other began.

Rhazhah’s orgasm pushed Karasu over the edge, the boy’s body milking him for all he was worth. He snarled out his pleasure, revealing in the blood and pain that permeated the room.

He stood slowly, leaving the boy’s stated, nearly unconscious body tucked into a cot. Like the toys the room, someone would be in to treat him and clean him up. An incubus. That put an interesting new twist on his play. Someone he could push to near death and bring back by continue to slake his own desire.

Interesting indeed.

Karasu passed Toguro casually as he left the back room. “Enjoy the show?”

Toguro made a noncommittal noise as the bloody crow made his way away from the room. Toguro watched him for a moment, before adjusting slightly damp, sticky pants, and going to find someone to clean up the mess that Karasu had made.

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Well, that was a trip. Let me know what y'all thought. I might continue this one, but I'm working on a couple other stories right now, so keep a look out.
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