" How did this happen?" Kurama muttered to himself. He glanced around the cell with the other youkai. He brought his knees to his chest and frowned.
That last fight was a doozy...so much so that Youko couldn't even help him. Losers were maimed of their powers...making them demons in bondage. Kurama crinkled his nose at the thought of the mighty Youko being someone's house-pet. All work...no play. He'd be cursed to wash dishes and play nanny. No play. Youko seemed insistant in the back of Kurama's mind for play.
He lifted his head when he heard the doors open to the "dungeon" and in walked a guard with a "customer" looking to buy.
" Anything in mind, Sir?"
" I'm not sure. I had wanted to get myself a dog...but I just couldn't find one I liked." Came a familiar voice, " I was hoping you'd have something more amusing than that."
Kurama gasped at the dark figure...trying to hide himself. To no avail.
" Kurama?"
Kurama peered up and grit his teeth.
" You know him?" The guard asked.
" Yes." Karasu glanced at the guard and smiled under his mask, " I found my puppy."
" I'm not a puppy," Kurama growled.
" Bad dog," Karasu chuckled. " Leash him...I want that one."
***
" Relax." Karasu smiled, sitting on one side of the coach. Kurama sat on the other side of the brandy interior, eying him carefully.
" Why do you delight in torturing me?"
" That's another affair," Karasu replied. " I rescued you."
" Purchased me."
" I said I wanted a dog. Foxes ARE part of the dog family, ne?"
Kurama couldn't argue. He scowled however.
" I want you to relax. Don't make this any harder than it has to be."
" So, what now? I'm your servant? Y'know very well I'll never call you Master."
Karasu frowned and peered out the window of the coach. " I'm a lot more merciful with my servants than you think." He smiled at him wickedly, " I don't kill my servants if they so their job. I don't tolerate slackers."
Kurama was about to argue when Karasu cut him off, " Ah, home sweet home."
He turned and choked on his own gulp of air as he saw the huge castle growing larger as they approached.
***
" This place is huge," Kurama whispered. Karasu was silent and remained still as a few of his servants came to his side to tend to well-rehearsed commands that needn't be spoken. Taking his cloak and beginning that night's supper. He had them well-trained. He glanced at Kurama who wrapped his arms around his middle.
" Are you hungry?"
" Starved," he replied without being able to stop himself. Karasu smiled and turned to the servant girl beside him, taking hold of her shoulder, " Have them set an extra place at the table."
" We'll see that he's comfortable. We'll keep him good company, Sir."
Karasu arched a brow which made her bow in shame, " Gomen."
" I wasn't referring to the Servants' Dining Table. I was referring to mine. Don't be so quick to assume, Mika."
" Forgive me, Sir. I didn't mean..."
Karasu leaned into Kurama, " She's my newest of the kitchen-help. Still learning the ropes."
" She's just a child."
" She's a good worker...when she knows what she's doing. But, gotta be strict to run a big place like this. Too many people to keep spouting out orders and expectations. They need to learn them."
A few more approached. Karasu smiled, " Humans make good servants." He patted the young man on the shoulder and pointed to Kurama, " Why don't you and these fine ladies take him to get cleaned up and give him some clean clothes." He smiled at Kurama, " Supper's at 6."
***
Kurama was taken to a bath where the servants removed his clothes and helped him into the great pool of luxery. Kurama tried to protest the hands that lathered and cared for him.
" This isn't..."
" He says it is. We don't want to make him angry." From the boy.
" And you are...?"
" Call me York."
" York, I don't need advice on Karasu."
" -Sama," from one of the girls. Kurama crinkled his nose.
" I can tell," York began, " that you're special. He looks at you in that way. I've heard him mention a Kurama before. If you are him...he'd only bring you here if one of two things happened. You A: threw yourself to him and he brought you back as a temporary lover. Or B: you are powerless. Judging by the restraints...you are just another servant. And one with a job that all of us fear."
" And what job is this?"
" Bed-Pet. I've heard that he's had one before...long before I came here. Been centuries they say since he's had one. You get to please his sexual appetite in any way he chooses."
***
Kurama came down in a magenta silk button-up and a pair of black slacks. He was shown to the dining room. It was then the servants glanced in the opposite direction where Karasu was entering. He took his seat at the head of the table and glanced at his servants impatiently.
" What are you waiting for?"
They hurried to put a plate at the opposite end when Karasu spat angrily, " I thought you had brains! I want him here!"
He pointed to the spot next to him. They hurried to make the place beside Karasu and then backed off, waiting for special orders. He cast them an angry glance, " Well, the food isn't going to walk out itself. Go get it! Honestly, what is WITH you people tonight?!"
It was then Kurama began to worry. The last time he had been with Karasu in the same area, he was able to defend himself with his powers....powers which he didn't have at his command anymore. He began to feel the fear, and started to tremble, tensing when he felt Karasu's hand on his knee and sliding up to his upper inner thigh.
" You are beautiful, Otooshi."
Before Kurama could reply, out came the trays, set before them. Kurama noted Karasu's face...no scratches this time, nothing at all except a clean and smooth face with a mysterious turn on his lips as he reached for the goblet and sipped his wine. Kurama followed suit, letting a suckling sound escape him as his caught the drop that escaped from him. It made his master smile.
The supper smelled so good that Kurama wasted no time asking questions, and ate, not caring about the consequences. He had not eaten for well over two weeks straight. A wonderful cut of steak cooked Medium Rare, along with delicacies and sides from around the world. Vegitables cooked and covered with toppings, side of 3 shrimp tails and a small cut of chicken with lemon and spices. Kurama dared not say no to a single bite, cleaning his plate...including the bed of lettuce that lay under it. The sauces left behind, he soaked up with a dinner roll and made it spotless. He felt himself turn red as he noticed Karasu watching him, only half-finished.
" I suppose I forgot my manners."
" Think nothing of it," Karasu smiled. " Bet you've never had it like that."
" Can't say that I have."
" From now on, you'll get delicacies like this." He sipped his wine, " Up for dessert?"
Kurama's manners would have made him say no. But his mouth watered at the thought of something else delicious. " Yes."
Karasu nodded and called for a servant to bring out something. Hot pie with cold cream on top and a caramel glaze. Kurama would have never figured Karasu to be a fan of caramel. Karasu himself had no dessert. He had become full before finishing his supper and waited for Kurama to finish. He could tell by the ravenous behavior that Kurama would prove to not be a very good conversational companion right now.
Kurama gulped down the wine and blushed, staring at a still Karasu.
" I..think I'm finished."
" Good. I'll have somone show you around. I have some things to take care of before bedtime."
" Will you show me to my room? I'm thinking a nap in a real bed rather than a haystack would be wonderful."
The other servants whispered to each other. Kurama was brave to make demands from the master. Karasu nodded though. " Very well. York, show Kurama to....where he'll be staying tonight."
***
" This is my room?"
" It's where you'll be staying."
Kurama spun around, taking in the stylish bedroom. He eyed the bed and leapt back onto it, throwing out his arms and squealing at the softness. Maybe Karasu wasn't so bad after all.
***
It was well past dark. Several of the servants had turned in...a few others still patrolled and such. Shifts never ended and Karasu would never leave his castle unattended in the best ways. Kurama opened his eyes to see him there, in his robe and smiling down at him.
" Rested?"
" Mmmm, I don't want to get up. I'm afraid I'll miss..."
" Shhh."
Kurama went silent and Karasu pulled him up and ripped the pants off his legs. Kurama blushed and glanced at him. " Want me to get up?"
" You already are," Karasu smiled with perversion. He placed the chain leash on Kurama's collar and looked him over. " Sit up."
Kurama did so, feeling nervous and slightly violated.
" Karasu..."
" Silence. Don't speak until I tell you to." Karasu eyed him and smiled. " I want you to....stroke."
" Nani?"
" Don't argue with me. Stroke."
Kurama was confused and then noticed where those eyes had fallen. He looked around a moment and turned a deep shade of red, body beginning to pinken with the arousal and nervousness. He reluctantly reached down and obeyed. Karasu was getting impatient and Kurama could feel it. He could feel the Youko in the back of his mind
=Fool...if I were you...and I AM...I'd rather spend the rest of my days in sexual bliss rather than chance getting blown up.=
Kurama thought back to Youko =Hmmmm, very good point.=
He peered up at an angry Karasu and blushed deeper, and becoming serious, trying his best to look erotic for him.
" I can tell this is going to take some time."
Kurama felt the sting of those words. " Karasu..."
" Oh well," he shrugged, kneeling in front of Kurama and dropping his robe, " There's plenty of time." He began to kiss Kurama's neck, sending a tingle down the fox's spine. He arched forward to meet Karasu's touch. He slowly gave in to instincts and did as he was told in a way that pleased him. Both of them.
" You poor suffering creature. The pain of sexual lust."
Kurama dared not answer. Karasu sat back and smiled. " I'll give you the chance to settle, Itooshi. You may make the first move."
It was an indirect order to service his master. Karasu was brave and tested the waters. Kurama felt the need to obey. He leaned down and accepted Karasu. He was, all the while, relaxed and watching intently as Kurama serviced him. How well-educated he was. He wasn't at all short of what Kurama was capable of...with that Youko in his system. Time would only equal the wildest of sexual fantasies. Something both of them could enjoy and yet not give in to the other.
Kurama realized part of this. He realized the length of which Karasu was planning to go tonight. Would he be merciful? Youko slapped him in his mind =Who CARES?!!! Y'know how long it's been since I HAD some? I don't care if I'm getting or giving just so long as I...=
Kurama blinked away the voices =Damare, Youko!=
=Stupid ningen! SHOW him what Youko Kurama is MADE of!=
Kurama felt it was a personal challenge from his past form, and did so simply to spite him. Karasu tensed and even jumped a bit, " Kurama, waiwaiwaiwait. Geez." Kurama sat up and eyed Karasu carefully. Karasu, in turn, laughed and hugged him, " Getting a bit carried away, aren't we?"
With that, he released him and yanked the chain, " Bark for me."
Confusion.
" BARK! DAMMIT! I want my bitch to BARK!"
The thunder in Karasu's voice made Kurama bark. He even panted and sat up as a puppy to amuse his master. Karasu found it horribly amusing and laughed, yanking the chain again and pushing Kurama to the mattress. " Oh such a good dog."
He kissed down Kurama's chest and took him swiftly, quickly putting Kurama in his proper place. He couldn't help but notice Karasu's skill. It wasn't a shock though. Karasu, though Kurama never wanted to admit it, was very beautiful and could have almost anyone he ever wanted. Almost? Dammit, obviously he could have anyone he wanted...Kurama was in his bed!
" Karasu.." he whispered through his lips. Karasu peered up at him. He smiled....no, he would not torture him tonight. Not too much. He'd have to break in his lovely philly first.
He crawled up and kissed Kurama, " You'll be perfect once you've gotten used to how things work here."
" Hai..." Kurama whispered.
" Hai? Hai what?"
" Hai.....Karasu...."
" Yes?"
" -Sama."
Karasu smiled. " Now, you're catching on."
He thought a long moment. How did he want to do it? He'd be too merciful if he had to watch Kurama's violated expressions. No....he would not make love to him this way. He'd focus on that after Kurama was trained. He'd take him like the animal he was.
He yanked the chain, pulling Kurama forward, catching himself with his hands. Karasu was quickly behind him and leaned over him, nipping at Kurama's neck. " Now, let's go over WHY I'm called Karasu-Sama."
Kurama dug his fingers into the sheets, grabbing them in his fists and pressing his forehead into the mattress as he felt himself being taken. He let out loud cries and choked on one as Karasu grabbed a fist-full of his hair and yanked his head back. " Cry for me."
Kurama tried to argue, but felt his airway being cut off as Karasu pulled his head back, " CRY!"
By now, Kurama felt the ningen fear within him and tears welled up.
" Yes," Karasu whispered, kissing the corner of Kurama's eye, " Cry...cry long...cry hard....sob like a little girl."
Kurama could do nothing but obey as Karasu became merciless as a dominant lover. Kurama let out loud cries, tears falling from his face...just as Karasu had demanded. The heaves from the sobs excited his master who would lean down to lick the salty trails from his cheeks.
It went on like this for some time. Kurama's mind was blank, void even of Youko. All he could do was hear the demands of Karasu....Sama. He obeyed all of them. Every order to cry...every order to scream...every order to plead....whoops, actually he didn't do that. Kurama had the opportunity to turn on Karasu verbally, sending him into an aroused and amusing rage.
" Plead for mercy, Kurama," Karasu whispered when he was body to body again, licking the tears. " Beg like a frightened child for mercy...I just may give you some."
" N...no," Kurama uttered inaudibly. Karasu's eyes' windened. " Nani?"
" No. I...will...not...beg. Youko....nor Suichi...ever...begged...for anything."
Karasu was silent and still. His body heat rose, all over, telling Kurama he was in for it now.
" Then, so be it," Karasu growled...angrily as it sounded, however, the anger and ferocious nature was just an act. He was honestly surprised and horribly and achingly turned on by the defiance...moreso by the type. Kurama did not refuse to cry...did not refuse to scream or admit Karasu's superiority in great pains. How Karasu wanted him to hurt so bad it made him scream from the excrutiating measures. But, Kurama refused to beg for him to stop. Refused to plead for the mercy that Karasu had planned on giving him...freeing him from this further torture...yet Kurama didn't do it. All actions have reprecussions. The excitement of not having to spare him tonight was overwhelming and he was indeed merciless with Kurama's backside.
He did, as a reward for the twist and turn of fun and games {refusal to plead}, treat Kurama. Karasu got his own pleasures from him...but he was generous enough to reach around to please him as well. He would not finish alone....not at all. After that undying "no-quit" sport? It's the least he could do for the cause.
It lasted a long time...or did it just seem like an eternity in Kurama's mind, who had bit down and taken every bit of the torture. Feeling himself be released, he felt a horrid chill. He hadn't realized how hot Karasu's body had gotten and how warm it kept him. How long had he stayed that way after his release...some time obviously...
" Kurama...you can get up now."
Slowly, Kurama pushed himself, and landed with a plop beside Karasu against the pillows. His master could only smile and wipe the sweat from his own face. " Quite a work-out. Keep you around...I'll be more muscular than Toguro."
" Nnn." was Kurama's reply as he shut his eyes. Karasu leaned down and licked the sweat from the lovely body. However, he was both dissappointed and relieved that Kurama didn't respond. He wasn't sure if he himself could last another go like that. He smiled and pulled out the covers, blanketing Kurama and snuggling beside him. Kurama turned and nuzzled into Karasu's chest with a hard sigh and positioned himself as if to ask with his body to be held...which Karasu did.
" I think we'll do just fine together," Karasu said quietly. He waited for Kurama's reply. The arousing " Hai, Karasu-Sama" which never came. The gentle sleeping sounds...the soft inaudible snores and rhytmic breathing came instead. Karasu chuckled and huggled the body, rubbing his face in that lovely and wet red hair.
END
