Silent
and Still
by Lulu White Ten.
***This
is a rape fic. It contains graphic non consentual sex acts
and is absolutely not suitable for everybody. You all know
who you are. Be sure to delete this now if you are either
disturbed by such material or too young to legally view
it. This story is both disturbing,(intense psychological
impact.) and very graphic. Particularly the second half.
Thank
you.
I
wrote this fic because the story was in my head and would
not get out until I wrote it. Some stories are like that
and not all of them are pleasant. I wanted to explore Toguro’s
character as well as the dynamics between Keiko, Yusuke
and Kurama. I wanted to illustrate my understanding of Toguro.
He believes that he's willing to do anything to win. To
achieve his ultimate goal of immortality. Yet, by the very
end of the story, he has learned differently about himself.
I
was also interested in exploring what Sakyo was willing
to do, (administratively.) to win and discovered that he
had far fewer limits. I hope the story will prove interesting
and worthwhile despite it’s graphic nature.
Love,
Lulu White Ten.
Kurama sensed the other’s presence in the wooded glen
only seconds before the huge hand clamped over his mouth
and dragged him down to the forest floor. This was done
as easily as though he were made from straw. Kurama’s
mind flooded with anger and panic as his own arm swung out
defensively and encountered the veritable stone branch that
was his opponent’s arm. He was partially choked by
a forearm that was nearly as broad as his chest and the
hand clamped over the lower half of his face made breathing
from his mouth impossible and breathing from his nose nearly
so.
Toguro?!
“Mmph?!”
The
enormous, muscular man chuckled at the muffled question
and pressed something adhesive to the struggling boy’s
neck. A thin strip of paper with an elaborate and ornate
ceremonial seal painted upon it. A jolt ran through his
captive and the boy screamed into the palm of his hand leaving
heat and wetness cooled by partially smothered rapid breaths.
Toguro
held his small captive easily, without effort. He turned
to the other man now approaching from outside of Kurama’s
sensory range. The tall beautiful man removed his face mask
and smiled. “That was fast. I’m impressed.”
Toguro scowled. “Karasu. We’re not supposed to
kill him.”
The
newcomer shook long black hair away from his face and narrowed
violet eyes. “It won’t kill him. The glyph blocks
all his youkai. No power for my little Kurama. No killer
plants. No rosewhip. No Youko Kurama. While the glyph is
attached he is just a normal, exceptionally...”
He
smiled.
“...Healthy...sixteen
year old boy. I think you’ll find yourself a match
for him.”
The
huge, muscular man blinked small eyes at his teammate in
dislike. Toguro shifted his grip, moving the hand from Kurama’s
neck to his waist and the other hand from the boy’s
small soft mouth to the back of his head. He ruffled the
long red hair briskly.
“Ne?
Boy? Are you still alive? If you are, don’t scream.
I won’t like it.”
Kurama
struggled to keep his voice regular and even as opposed
to small and terrified. His arms and legs tingled weakly
and keeping alert under the seal’s influence was an
effort.
“What
do you want?” He asked coldly.
Toguro’s
fingers pressed against his neck, checking his pulse. Each
finger was wider then two of Kurama’s own. The palm
was nearly the size of Kurama’s face.
Gods,
he’s strong! Kurama thought anxiously. He’s too
strong... His body ached from loss of youkai.
Toguro
spoke. “It’s not personal, boy. I saw you in the
ring. You did well. This is a job I’m doing.”
Kurama
tensed against the enormous body holding him from behind.
Toguro felt vast, like a breathing mountain.
“Really?”
He asked disdainfully. “What sort of Job?”
“It’s
your own bad luck,” Toguro continued. “Urameshi
cares for you.”
Karasu
laughed, making Kurama twitch with fear and hatred.
“It’s
you that he fucks, sweet. Or wants to fuck. You and not
his pallid Ningen bitch. Lucky for us, that. Else we’d
be in the bushes with HER right now and she’s a scrawny
thing, isn’t she Togu-chan?”
Toguro
ignored Karasu, shifting his grip again to hold both of
Kurama’s wrists in one hand while the other remained
on his neck.
“Be
brave boy and take it,” he whispered. “Sayko hasn’t
ruled the girl out yet and I doubt she would survive it
the way that your kind do.”
Kurama’s
leaf green eyes flew open. “Keiko...? N...no!”
Karasu
laughed. “Hiei struggles to control the dragon. Kuwabara
dreams of his Koorime slut and your would be lover is spitting
up his life’s blood in a cave which is ironically,
quite near by.”
Kurama
shut his eyes tightly. Yusuke!
“Assuming
Urameshi survives his ordeal, Sayko has ordered that your
lovely form, well used and still alive be the very first
thing that he sees. Yours or the girl’s. Which one
will it be, eh?” He clasped his hands together, still
laughing. “Should we release you now and go to her?
We know exactly where she is...”
Kurama
struggled furiously, knowing that it was futile. Toguro
held him easily. He shook his head grimly and spoke softly
to his young captive. “Make no mistake boy, we WILL
do this. Better you than the girl. You are strong. I know
you see that. How bad this has to be is in your own hands.”
Kurama
continued to struggle, alert now but still damnably weak.
“As bad as I can possibly make it for you!” He
spat.
Toguro
pressed his lips to Kurama’s ear and whispered beneath
Karasu’s loud, mocking laughter.
“I
won’t let him take you, boy. Not the way he wants to.
That’s the best I can do for you. It’s not personal.”
Kurama
struggled to pull his head away from the touch of Toguro’s
mouth, then hissed in horrified surprise at the sight of
Karasu disrobing. And touching himself.
He
shut his eyes tightly.
No
no no no no.
Toguro
ran one hand through Kurama’s long red hair, impressed
with it, and gently flipped the boy onto his back.
Kurama
gasped, surprised and indignant and resumed his struggles.
One enormous hand on the boy’s stomach effectively
immobilized him and Toguro’s body was impervious to
the frantic kicks and punches that successfully connected.
Kurama felt as though he were striking a brick wall. He
clawed at Toguro desperately. It did no good and Toguro’s
hand on his stomach was an unbearable pinning weight.
The
fabric stung his legs as Toguro tore his pants off of him
by brute strength. Karasu’s mocking laughter filled
his entire head and threatened to fill Kurama’s entire
universe.
"No!”
He shouted.
Kurama
was lifted unceremoniously by one ankle as his underwear
was peeled off of him and thrown away. When he connected
with the leaves and twigs of the forest floor again he was
vulnerable and exposed.
His
entire body flushed and burned red with humiliation.
One
hand shot up to desperately scrabble and pull at the ward
on his neck but he was cuffed by Toguro hard enough to blacken
his vision and fill his ears with a distant crashing sound.
“N...no...”
When
the world swam back into focus both his arms were above
his head and his tunic was being pulled off, over his head,
fancy buttons catching several strands of red hair in a
final, painful yank.
Toguro
caught him before he fell. Kurama felt Toguro’s hands
on his bare back and waist and screamed. He was completely
naked before Toguro and Karasu. Toguro put one hand over
Kurama’s mouth and the other on his bare belly, pinning
him again.
“You
don’t want to call for help,” He warned.
“Yes,”
Karasu crowed happily. “You don’t want anyone
to witness my cock in your ass and you loving it. And besides
Kurama, these are not nice people on the island with us.
They’ll most likely form a line and when I’m done
with you we just might LET them!”
Tears
filled Kurama’s eyes and he snarled, more at himself
then at them.
Don’t
cry! Don’t you DARE cry for them!
Toguro
looked down at the boy curiously. He was smooth and nearly
hairless but not girlish. He looked like a dancer on the
ground, lean and well muscled. His face tight and grimacing
to contain humiliation and grief.
Toguro
reached down without thinking and brushed two fingers over
one flushed nipple. Shocked green eyes flew open and stared
up at him.
Toguro
smiled.
The
boy shivered.
Toguro
ran has hand over the small flat belly, feeling the muscles
jump, and down to the soft red hair of the boy’s flaccid
groin.
The
legs jerked closed.
He
could re open them easily but did not bother. One hand still
pinning Kurama, the other went to the button and zipper
of his own pants.
Karasu’s
mouth dropped open comically. “What are YOU doing?”
Toguro
glanced at him. “You can have his mouth.”
“What!?”
“You
heard me.”
Nude
himself, and very erect, Karasu took a cautious step forward.
“I thought you limited yourself to females?”
“He’s
pretty enough.” Toguro replied.
Karasu
frowned. “Do you even know what to do with him?”
Toguro
showed the his teeth to the other man. “I can guess.”
Inari!
Kurama shuddered. I can’t believe they are actually
arguing over...oh gods!
He
shook his head and opened one eye fearfully. Karasu was
naked and coming closer but Toguro was directly in front
of him. His pants were down around his knees. The hand which
was not occupied with pressing his frightened, naked body
to the ground was gripping an enormous erection. The most
enormous erection that Kurama had ever seen in either of
his lives.
“Oh!”
Kurama regretted the startled exclamation immediately.
Karasu’s
laughter became even more shrill if that were possible.
“I think the little fox LIKES you, Togu-chan!”
Toguro’s
face was unreadable.
He
gripped the lower half of Kurama’s face with the hand
which was not pressing his belly. Kurama winced at the smell
of Toguro’s sex on his fingers.
Oh
Gods!
“Look
at me, Kurama.”
“No,”
He whispered.
The
hand on his belly slipped down to his groin, surprisingly
gentle for all of it’s size and strength.
“Look
at me, Kurama.”
Terrified,
Kurama obeyed.
Toguro’s
eyes were small but intelligent and piercing. They looked
directly into Kurama’s own.
(2nd half!)
“Remember
what I told you, boy.”
Kurama
stared.
“Don’t
fight me.”
Kurama
shut his eyes again. Keiko... Tears escaped this time. Only
a few.
Karasu
watched the exchange, rapt.
“Do
it, Toguro Sama. Make him squeak.”
Toguro
arranged Kurama the way he wanted him. On his knees, head
down, ass in the air like an offering.
Kurama
buried his face in the crook of one arm, hiding in his curtain
of hair. Don’t cry out. Don’t cry out.
He
heard Toguro spit into his own palm behind him and his legs
began to tremble uncontrollably.
No.
No. No. Inari, no.
Despite
Kurama’s fierce mental discipline he heard himself
give a small, shrill cry when something smooth and slick
pressed against his opening, stroked it and then pushed
inside. He raised his head, eyes wide.
“Aah!
No! Aow! What IS that!?”
Karasu’s
mocking laugh rang out again, filling Kurama with hatred
for him. More than he’d ever had for anyone.
“It’s
his smallest finger, Kurama. It’s the size of most
ningen cocks. Perhaps this is what Urameshi would have felt
like, hmm?”
“Die!”
Kurama hissed, wincing as the finger began to pump in and
out of him experimentally.
Karasu
laughed. “Not until I fill that mouth of yours with
my seed, brat. And I’m willing to wait for that pleasure
until I hear you sing of your current predicament. That’s
his smallest finger inside you right now, Kurama and he’s
taken the trouble to wet it for you. When he takes you like
the bitch that you are all the island might hear your lovely
singing voice. It’s worth the possible fight with your
teammates to see their faces!”
Kurama
gasped as a second finger sought to join the first. “Hnn!
No!”
“Like
this, Toguro Sama! Like this!” Karasu made a gesture
to Toguro above Kurama’s head. “Stroke downwards,
like this!”
There
was a moment of hesitation on Toguro’s part and then...Kurama
gasped again. Then moaned very softly. His penis twitched
and slowly rose.
Karasu
applauded and laughed. “Oh yes! He LIKES that!”
“No,”
Kurama whispered raggedly, head bowed again. “Toguro
don’t! Just...just finish with me. Please. Please!”
The
second finger pushed in. Then a third. They stretched and
massaged and continued to stroke and rub downwards despite
Kurama’s pleas.
His
body rocked in unconscious time to Toguro’s hand. His
breath came in ragged pants and deep sighs. He was suspended
in a heaven/hell composed of unwilling pleasure and evil
mocking laughter.
“No...no...no...no...oh...oh...oh..ohh...ohhh...”
The
fingers withdrew slowly. Kurama groaned and shook his head
weakly. Is it over? His neck burned beneath the paper ward.
Sweat rolled from his sides and cooled in the night air.
Are they done with me? He thought wretchedly.
He
jolted forward in panic when he felt Toguro’s hands
wrap around his hips, pulling him closer. He felt the man’s
crumpled pants against the backs of his thighs. And something
else pressed against him as well.
Pride
forgotten, Kurama yelled. “No! No please! It’s
too big! I can’t! I can’t! Pleasepleaseno!”
Toguro’s
sex was hotter and thicker than his fingers had been. It
pulsed as if it were enraged. Kurama screamed and cursed
as it pushed it’s way inside of him. His tears ran
freely from his face to his chest and belly and dripped
into the ground.
Toguro
grunted once as if surprised then cried out as well, his
cries mixing with Kurama’s and his hips moving steadily
into the boy’s.
Karasu
grinned, sharklike as he watched pleasure and humiliation
overtake fear and pain on Kurama’s beautiful face.
The boy’s eyes were shut tightly, tears glimmering
on thick lashes, cheeks shiny wet and flushed. His mouth
was partly open to emit tiny sounds of distress, pleasure
or a breathtaking mixture of both.
“No...no...hnh...hnh...hnh...no...aah!..Toguro!”
Shot
through with arousal, Karasu could contain himself no longer.
“Are you falling in love, Kurama chan?” He whispered.
The
boy’s eyes snapped open. Glassy, unfocused, fevered.
Beautiful.
“Ka...Ka...unh!
Karasu...”
The
beautiful naked man wound long pale fingers through the
boy’s thick red mane of hair and pulled upwards viciously.
Kurama
rewarded his efforts with a confused, miserable sob.
“Open
your mouth, Kurama and take my cock.” The demon commanded.
“Do it Kurama. I promise you, if you bite I will kill
her. What will Urameshi think of you, then eh? You know
who I mean. Keiko. The one you’re submitting your sweet
body to save. I will kill her and I will seek out anybody
else you may care about and I will kill them too. I’ll
have a lot of time on my hands if you bite so I don’t
recommend it. Don’t bite Kurama. Suck. Open your pretty
mouth and suck me.”
Kurama
sobbed once again, softly. Then, body still rocking in time
to Toguro’s thrusts he opened his mouth.
“Beautiful,”
Karasu purred, slipping his shaft past soft lips and inside
heaven. “What a perfect little surrender. Now use your
tongue, fox. Yes, like you mean it my little sweet.”
Kurama
gagged and choked, trying to keep up with the long, sadistic
strokes of the madman raping his mouth. His face was thrust
into the musk of Karasu’s pubic hair with each movement.
The heavy scent twined inseparably in his consciousness
with the sound of Karasu’s triumphant, mocking laughter.
Kurama
thought he might go insane.
He
was vaguely aware that somebody--Toguro!?--was caressing
him gently. First one thigh, then the other and finally
wrapping one huge hand around his involuntary erection,
pumping slowly but steadily in time to the increased thrusts.
Toguro!
Kurama thought. Toguro!
He
shuddered violently as he felt the huge man’s lips
brush against his sensitive ear. A kiss?
Bitter
salt filled Kurama’s mouth and throat and he was forced
to swallow frantically as Karasu came inside of him. The
demon thrust viciously and held the boy in place by fistfuls
of long red hair.
“Yess.
Yesss.” Karasu hissed.
Beneath
the hiss Kurama heard Toguro’s low whisper. “Think
only of me, boy.”
Unmindful,
Karasu crowed. “Swallow it. Swallow all of it my little
whore...”
His
withdrew from Kurama’s panting mouth and wiped his
cock on both sides of Kurama’s face before reclining
on top of his discarded cloak to watch the final stages
of Kurama’s degradation.
Toguro’s
words repeated themselves in Kurama’s mind. Think only
of me.
His
body rocked in time to Toguro’s hips receiving and
accepting the huge man moving in and out of him. His entire
being focused on the not so gentle rocking and the terrible
pleasure kindling deep inside of him and between his legs
where Toguro’s hand continued to command him.
He
was unaware of his own harsh sobs grating out of him with
each thrust of his unwanted lover. He was unaware of the
utterly submissive posture his body now assumed, opening
his own legs wider and arching his back for Toguro.
He
was blissfully unaware of Karasu’s malevolent presence
and howled laughter at his spread legs and arched back.
He
was only aware of Toguro’s harsh grunts and low murmurs
of pleasure. One hand continued to stroke the boy’s
rigid cock relentlessly. The other strayed away from the
boy’s hips and upwards seeking a nipple and finding
one. He continued to move inside the boy, (So hot so tight)
stroking and pinching first one nipple then the other into
hard little points noticeable even to his callused hands.
Finally
Kurama began to shudder. And wail. His muscles contracted
involuntarily as his orgasm approached, causing Toguro to
moan his name and bury his face in the side of Kurama’s
slender neck.
They
came together.
Kurama
wailed plaintively and Toguro ground into him forever, moaning
the boy’s name again and again as he filled him completely
with his seed.
Toguro
lowered the shuddering boy to the ground gently, rocking
back onto his heels and staring down at him for a long moment.
Kurama
curled into a fetal position among the leaves and twigs,
one hand moving up to cover his face in shame. Faint bruises
were already beginning to appear and the boy was spattered
liberally with the seed of both his rapists.
He
wept softly.
The
very picture that Sakyo desired for Yusuke Urameshi’s
discovery, Toguro thought. He frowned. And stood.
Karasu
stood up as well, stretching and watched Toguro dress himself.
His face read idle amusement.
“Finished
so soon, Togu Sama? You should learn to pace yourself. More
like me. Kurama and I are going to watch the sunrise together,
aren’t we K--urk!?”
Karasu
found himself gripped very firmly in Toguro’s hand
by both of his testicles.
“Save
it for the ring, Madman. We’re finished here.”
Violet
eyes narrowed. “Sakyo--”
Toguro
squeezed. Not gently. “--Shut up.”
Karasu
hissed. “I’ll kill you!”
“You
don’t have the power to destroy me,” Toguro informed
him.
“Furthermore,
I care for no one so there is no one for you to threaten.
Get your clothes and get away from here or fight tomorrow
as a eunuch.”
Toguro
released Karasu then and did not move until he was satisfied
that his teammate had obeyed him.
He
will go to Sakyo. Toguro thought. Do I care?
He
glanced down at Kurama. Kurama still wept, unmoving. Toguro
removed his coat and knelt beside the boy. He reached out
to ruffle the now tangled and matted hair and hesitated.
He anticipated a flinch or a scream. He grimaced and shook
his head. Damn.
He
grunted quietly.
Presently,
with a little effort and a fair amount of listless protests
from the boy, (Still warded,Toguro checked.) he got Kurama’s
arms through the oversized sleeves well enough. A few more
minutes of effort got the rest of the coat around the boy
in a way that more or less made sense.
Kurama
weighed nothing in his arms. Toguro felt certain that he
could get the boy back to the hotel without being seen by
anyone more important than a servant. He would enter through
the service door and the hour was late.
Toguro
brought the boy to the correct hotel room. It was empty,
as expected.
The
fire demon still struggled with the dragon. He laid the
boy in his coat on the bed. He remained leaning over him
momentarily, face close.
“Urameshi
won’t know,” He said simply. “If you don’t
tell him.”
Kurama
was silent and still.
Toguro
looked directly into his eyes. “No one touches the
girl.”
Kurama
did not move or make a sound.
Toguro
reached down and brushed the tangled hair away from Kurama’s
face.
“Kurama...”
He whispered.
Kurama
was silent and still.
Toguro
said nothing.
He
turned and left the room.
The end.
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