AN: My first fanfiction on this site! YAY!! To all of my wonderful readers/reviewers: I am somewhat twisted. My stories may or may not creep you out. If they do, sorry. If not... I'll try harder. One thing IS for sure, none of my stories are intended for children. Got me? IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE IN YOUR AREA, I EXPECT YOU TO LEAVE THIS PAGE RIGHT NOW! Now, for all of you who are left, this story is set after the Three Kings saga. Don't know what that is? Umm... you suck. Go watch the damn series. This may have to be some sort of quasi-AU. I don't know yet, I'm working it out. Yes, for anyone who hasn't figured it out yet, Kuronue is in this story. And yes, for anyone who's dense, Kurama and Kuronue are ex-lovers in this story. That means HOMOSEXUALITY! Don't like it? Well, pull the stick out of your ass and get off this page. Also (last thing, I promise), there is a rape scene (and will most likely be several more) in this story. If that offends you, I apologize, but I felt it was necessarily explicit and no more. If you cannot bear to read it, email me. I can send you a cleaned-up version (although I feel that it is very much lacking and am displeased with how it turned out).

Disclaimer: I do not own YYH or anything relating to it. Once I find a way to buy out Togashi, though...

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"Kurama! KURAMA!!" Kurama woke with a jerk, sitting up quickly, his jewel-green eyes sweeping the room. Shadows danced on his white-painted walls, but they were nothing but the branches of the big cherry tree outside his window. Slowly his breathing returned to normal, the cold sweat evaporating in the warm air of his bedroom. A single name floated to the front of his mind… Kuronue.

Kurama's ex-partner had been visiting him recently in his dreams, forcing him to relive Kuronue's horrifying death; or rather, the events leading up to his capture, eventually leading to his death. But why had he been appearing so frequently lately? Sure, Kurama had dreams about his once-lover every now and then, but never every night. He had a feeling Kuronue was trying to tell him something… After all, the only means of communication between the living and the dead were dreams, but what could he be trying to tell him? Kurama already felt badly about Kuronue's death; terrible, in fact. If he could go back and change anything, he would… but changing the past simply wasn't possible. Suddenly, without warning, Kurama was thrust into a memory…

"Please, PLEASE!!" Kuronue was writhing, strapped spread-eagle to a wooden table, surrounded by a group of demons. A barb was jutting through his left ankle, and his left leg was not moving with the rest of him. In fact, it wasn't moving at all. The demons were laughing, torturing the injured man with jabs at his bare torso and pinches at his pert nipples. But the torture ceased suddenly, the demons widening back into a semi-circle around the chained man. Kuronue laid back on the table, breathing hard, looking around for his next tormentor. A human man in a black, pinstriped business suit approached the table, sweeping his long black hair back behind his shoulders. He looked down at the injured demon, eyes roaming over his sweat-streaked body.

"You are the infamous bandit Kuronue, yes?" A light finger trailed down Kuronue's chest, tracing small patterns on his abs, pausing just above his low-sitting pants.

"Yes…" Kuronue's voice was soft and hoarse; Kurama was appalled to hear the submission in the normally proud voice.

"And where might your young partner be? I hear he's a pretty little Youko… did he leave you here to rot?" The man smirked, his hand drifting upward to stroke abused nipples. Kuronue inhaled sharply, his chest flexing slightly under the stimulation.

"I left him behind, didn't want him getting in the way. Leave him out of this." The business-suited man's smirk only widened.

"Ah, a bit protective, are you?" That hand was wandering again, downward… With one swift movement he hooked a finger around the waistband of the pants and pulled them down. Kuronue didn't even bat an eye at being exposed to everyone in the room. Rather, his eyes closed as his flaccid member was massaged; gently at first, then a harsher squeeze. Shockingly lavender eyes shot open in pain and Kuronue let out a shocked gasp.

"A-ah! S-stop, what are you do-oing?" The man gave another sharp squeeze, then a firm tug. Kuronue let out a pained cry, his hips jerking backwards. "Stop, please!" The man's face was set in a snarl now.

"Your partner, Kuronue, I want him. He has the mirror you two stole and I want it back. WHERE IS HE?" Kuronue gasped as his abused member was jerked upward.

"I already told you, he's not part of this. The mirror is in a safe place. You're not going to get it by killing me, so I'd rethink that plan if I were you. And- aah!- I don't know what the hell you think you're doing, but people have to be far prettier than you if they want a piece- nngh!- of MY ass." The snarl on the human's face grew livid. Kuronue laid his head back, smiling smugly, until he heard the sound of a zipper and the rustle of starched cloth. "What-HNNG!" He threw his head back, his entire body arching painfully upward as the human thrust himself violently into Kuronue's unprepared entrance. The suited man howled his satisfaction, beginning to move immediately. Kuronue strained against his bonds, his muscles clenched painfully.

Blood was easing the violent movements of the human and he was adjusting to this newfound ease with harder, faster thrusts. Kuronue was panting and moaning, intermittent cries interrupting the steady rhythm.

"Yes," hissed the human, moving ever faster, thrusting ever harder, "you're just as good as the stories say. Forget about dying, my pet, I can make much more money off of you if you're alive!" Kuronue was feeling the pleasure now, his hips moving involuntarily to meet the thrusts of his captor. His breath was ragged, and his release was imminent. His bound hands strained again, reaching for his aching need… but the human laughed at his desperation. He stopped his thrusts, looking down at the flustered bat demon. "You are mine now, and I decide when you are allowed to come…" Kuronue's frustration showed on his face; he writhed in his bonds, desperate for release. He knew what the man wanted, and he was not about to give him the satisfaction.

"Go to hell, I don't beg." His voice was low and husky, passionate. The human thrust again, then paused, trailing a light finger down Kuronue's throbbing length. The demon moaned beautifully, almost losing his composure, but he regained control. "Fuck off, man. I'm not your pet."

"Oh, but you are." Another light finger stroked the demon's hardened member. Kuronue twitched, stopping a moan deep in his throat. "I control you, pet. You do exactly" he gave a hard thrust, "as" another hard thrust "I" another thrust. Kuronue moaned. "tell" another thrust; Kuronue was getting dangerously close to his peak. "you" another thrust "to!" He thrust in deeply, slamming into Kuronue's prostrate and pushing him over the edge. With a roar, Kuronue released, his back arching so harshly he felt it crack as his seed sprayed over his chest and his tormentor's abdomen. One more thrust and the human spilled his seed into Kuronue's bleeding backside, the boiling liquid burning in the bloody wounds. Kuronue screamed, thrashing.

"Mine…" he hissed, bending over the heaving, sweat-soaked chest of his victim. "You'll make me a pretty penny, my lovely little whore. People will pay millions for a night with you…"

Kurama shuddered as the memory faded and he was again in his room, staring blankly at the wall before him. What did that memory mean? Who had sent it to him? Certainly not Kuronue, and yet it had seemed to be from his perspective… Why WHY would someone force him to watch that? His mentor, his partner, his lover… tortured to the point of surrender…

The boy stood, crossing his arms and walking across the room to his window. The cherry tree outside it waved lazily in the light breeze, its fragrant flowers wafting an appealing scent through the window. Kurama closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. The scent of flowers always calmed him… it had always calmed Kuronue too. Emerald eyes snapped open wearily; how did Kuronue manage to own his thoughts like this? The past was the past and he couldn't change it. That was that!

Wrapped up in his thoughts, the teen almost didn't notice the shadow slipping across his yard and up his cherry tree. Almost. With a few muttered Makian commands to the potted plants on his windowsill, Kurama moved towards the window again to watch the incoming visitor. It was a bit late for Hiei to be visiting, and Yusuke and Kuwabara would use the front door. And Botan was simply too flamboyant to be able to hide in the shadows. Confident in the trap he had ordered his plants to set, Kurama waited for his visitor to make his, or her, presence known.

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Princess Seki