Yako's Secret

Disclaimer: Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro isn't mine. I don't own Neuro or Yako, Godai or Sasazuka. I wish I did, because then I wouldn't be poor as hell. Unfortunately, no Goblin King will ever grant that wish.

Yako's Secret
By: Chibi-no-oneesan

Chapter Two: Dirty Little Deeds

“Neuro...” She breathed shakily, those butterflies having resumed their formation with earnest. “What are you doing...?” She saw an evil smile on his lips and quaked with something she wasn't sure she could call fear. One of his hands left her back and he shifted his position. Then, there was a sharp sting on her backside that caused a shocked yelp to escape her lips. Her eyes flew wide and she twisted her head around to stare at the demon.

He'd just spanked her!

She couldn't believe it. He'd actually spanked her! “Neuro...stop, what are you doing?” She asked shakily.

“Exactly what you like...” He smirked, bringing his face beside hers. “Don't bother lying, Yako. The real question, my dear little pervert, is how long you've been interested in pain...” He brought his hand down again, watching her cringe in pain. A shrill squeal escaped her and that scent swept up to his nose. He grinned wickedly.

“Neuro...” She whimpered, feeling tears pierce her eyes. He knew! How did he know?! How did he find out about this?! She pressed her face into the blanket, biting her lip to keep from crying out as his hand struck her rapidly reddening backside once again.

She was giving off mixed emotions. Some fear, some lust, lots of confusion. He smirked. What a tasty little puzzle. “I asked you a question, slave...” He said, bringing down his hand once again, relishing in her pained yelp. “How long?” He examined her bright pink backside and smiled, tracing a finger across in, drawing designs on her flesh. He heard her breathless squeak and brought his hand down again. “Answer me.”

She bit her lip so hard she broke the skin. Damn him for doing this! “Two years...” She finally yelped when he brought his hand down on her once again. It was stinging like a wicked bitch, but there was that delicious warmth in her bottom and it was spreading to other parts of her, secret parts, making them moist. His hand came down again and she moaned, feeling humiliated. Why was he doing this? It was one thing when it was work related, but this was her personal life! How could he do this to her?! He didn't give a damn about her!

“Ah...” He tilted his head in interest, stroking the sore flesh. “Two years and I never noticed you enjoyed it when I slammed your head into walls...” He fisted his hand into her hair, pulling her face from where she had it pressed into the comforter. “You kept this hidden in a complicated puzzle...” He felt her trembling and peered at her face. There were tears falling down her cheeks, frustration in her eyes, anger, and a longing. Such a delightful little puzzle. He grabbed a few of her pillows, slipping them under her chest to keep her from suffocating.

Okay, he was going nuts. Not only had he been staring at her for several minutes, now he was doing something that if she didn't know better, she'd say was considerate. She glanced towards the demon, finding him contemplating her, sitting slightly away from her on the bed. She had to ask, but who knows what he'd do if she did. She was completely at his mercy, which she'd be lying if she claimed she wasn't turned on by that fact, but she needed to know one thing. “Neuro...why?” She asked, her voice cracking slightly. She met his gaze as it was drawn back to her face and she watched as he tilted his head to the side.

A yelp escaped her when his hand cracked against her bottom with more force than before.

“You humans...” He shook his head. “You do love that word, don't you.” He brought it down again, smirking at the shocked cry that left her lips. “Does it truly matter why? You enjoy the pain, and to be honest, I find that fascinating. Perhaps this is another step in your evolution...” He trailed his gloved fingers over her delicate, now red flesh, watching her face every time she flinched. That smell was thick in his nostrils. Soon would be time to feast. “Every time you're struck...your scent shifts. It's an enticing scent...a wonderful little mystery, hiding an intent I don't yet know...”

She was whirling in complete confusion, in a emotional free fall, but he wasn't giving her time to dwell on the why. His hand struck her once again, hitting low on her bottom, across the top of her thighs, and right against the secret part of her. Her panties were already soaked. She was mortified, but it stung so greatly, a startled cry escaped her lips. She threw her head back, her hands fisted at the small of her back.

He drew his hand away, investigating the moisture. It was clear, so it couldn't be blood. He knelt behind her, flicking his tongue out, tasting the wet spot with the tip. He heard her gasp, felt her grow very still. He tilted his head to the side, breathing deeply. “That's where the smell is coming from...” He murmured, setting a finger against the wet spot.

Yako buried her face against the blanket, pretending she didn't hear the odd tone in the demon's voice, that she didn't see that something flash in his eyes. She couldn't say anything, all she could do was lay there, shuddering, waiting for his next action. God help her, she was enjoying this. As embarrassing and mortifying as this situation was, she couldn't deny that she was getting seriously turned on.

He adjusted his position, examining her from a slight distance away, pondering the situation. As nicely as this was progressing, this was something he hadn't anticipated. He knew she'd enjoy it. He just hadn't known that the scent was coming from the place where humans mate. He really did learn something new every day in the human world.

Now what to do?

“Neuro...” Her whimper drew his attention. The needy tone of her voice, the way she was pushing herself, urging his touch made him bite his lip. He brought his hand down on her again. She moaned, and he heard his name leave her lips.

He was growing short of breath. Pain was always interesting to inflict, but humans who went to hell didn't enjoy the pain they were put through. Those pained screams, screams that went on for centuries, acted as an aphrodisiac for most demons. He was no different. He'd sent her there, thinking it would be like hell for her, all pain, nothing else. He'd never thought a human, much less this human, could find pleasure inside pain, the way demons found pleasure in inflicting it. He brought his hand down harder, listening to her cry out in pain, but there was that flush on her cheeks as she threw her head back.

That one really stung! However, as the burning pain faded, that warm pleasure spread downwards towards where pleasure was radiating. She turned her head to look at Neuro, seeing something strange and unfamiliar in his glowing eyes. She couldn't describe it as anything besides hunger. She felt his hand dig in her hair, lifting her head and keeping it back as he brought his hand down again, then again. Finally, her body couldn't take any more and she cried out, her body beginning to twitch and spasm as intense pleasure washed through her.

That...had never happened before.

She opened her eyes as she slowly returned to herself. That was the first time she'd reached orgasm from this. Sure, she always enjoyed the pain, but as she'd noticed before, there was always a bit more pleasure when Neuro was involved. His hand released her hair and her head fell against the bed, her cheek against the blankets as she tried to catch her breath.

He stared down at her, noting that her already damp underwear had gone from damp to soaked. Fluid was dripping down her thighs and he decided he wanted to take a look. He grasped the frail piece of cloth, shredding it as he pulled it away from her body. That scent hit his nose, without the filter for the first time and he growled faintly, hungry. Such a tasty little puzzle. He knelt behind her, placing a thumb on either side of the opening, pulling it apart and peering at that part of her with distinct interest. It was red. Wet. He wanted to taste it.

He flicked his tongue out, caressing the slick entrance. The girl gasped loudly and grew very, very still. It tasted like a good mystery as well. He smiled wickedly. “Itedakimasu.” Then, he licked her from the bead of her clitoris all the way up her slit.

Yako couldn't believe it. There was no way. He had not just said what she thought he did. He hadn't just DONE what she thought he did. Her face was undoubtedly crimson. She felt lightheaded, dizzy. She moaned, biting the comforter, trying to keep herself grounded in the real world, because god knows what would happen if she really let herself go.

She might get her heart broken.

Lightly, he scraped his teeth against the inside of her thigh, holding her still as she bucked, shrieking in surprise. He slapped her ass to discipline her for trying to squirm away from him. He traced the delicate folds with the tip of his tongue enjoying the distinct flavor. He stroked her skin and caught a bit of her flesh between two fingers, pinching her hard. She cried out, shocked and the slick muscles clenched his tongue. This was delightful, he decided.

Yako pressed her face against the blankets, trying to form a coherent thought. All she managed to do, however, was gasp and moan as Neuro turned her body into a puddle of goo. She felt his tongue move to play with her clitoris and when his sharp teeth scraped against it, the slight pain caused her to fall into oblivion once again. Why?! Why was he doing this?! She screamed, her body tight as a wire. It felt good. It felt so good. It was as if he'd seen some of her fantasies and was rewarding her for five years of hard, thankless work.

He blinked in surprise when she crested once again, and some squirted out, hitting him directly on his cheek. He licked it away, pulling those lips apart and looking at it once again. He gave it a parting lick and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Gochisousama...” He murmured, smirking. She really was enjoying the pain. She liked the pleasure, but what really set her off was when he hurt her. “How many others?” He asked, teasing her sensitive nub with one taloned finger, drinking in her whimpers. “How many others have brought you this much pleasure?”

She went still, eyes wide. Another finger was probing her entrance, sliding in and out, caressing her insides. Oh, god, she was going to do it again. “Neuro...” She whispered, remembering every reason she should throw him out of her apartment right now. The last thing she needed was to feed his already novelty over-sized ego by telling him that he was the first male she let touch her there. Then, she really would be his slave.

“How many?” He asked, turning the finger inside her. Such a tight little hole. The moisture was causing the muscles to soften, but she'd grown tense after he asked that question. “You should answer me, Yako...” He said in a voice that seemed to echo in the room.

Would it be so bad? Belonging to him? She had not choice, anyways, but if he hurt her, she'd never speak to him again. “No one else...” She whispered, tears piercing her eyes. His hand left the cleft of her thighs and she felt tears begin to escape her eyes. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to hold them in.

He wrapped his hand in her hair, lifting her head so he could see her face. There were tears in her eyes. Her blond hair fell around her. Gently, he grasped her chin, turning her face towards him. When her gray eyes opened, he looked into them, seeing that she was speaking the truth. His free hand wandered down her front and he pinched one nipple hard enough that she winced in pain. Underneath the pain, though, he saw pleasure, telling him she liked it. “Do you want more?” He asked, caressing the small globe of flesh before reaching back to caress her wetness.

She moaned, arching into his hand. Did it matter if she was his slave? She already loved him. Would belonging to him really make that big a difference? She closed her eyes bit her lip and gave herself into his keeping. “Yes. Please, Neuro...” His hand released her hair and she buried her face into the blankets as his hands moved to her hips.

He stripped off the rest of his clothing, staring at her naked form. He leaned against her back, bringing his lips near her ear. “This makes you mine. Do you understand that slave? More so than you already are...” He saw her nod and pressed himself against her entrance, watching her face closely, lubricating himself with her fluids. When her eyes opened, he almost collapsed in shock.

Trust. Affection. Submission. She knew what was happening, and she was truly giving all of herself into his keeping. Before he could stop himself, her name fell from his lips, spoken with more affection than he'd ever shown her before. “Yako...”

She twisted towards him best she could, stretching her neck and she gave him a very human form of affection. She pressed her lips against his, only breaking the kiss when he drove fully inside her. A cry of shocked pain escaped her lips and she threw her head back before digging it into the mattress. Oh it hurt. Not like the spanking or the abuse, more like she imagined being torn apart from the inside would feel. He pulled out a bit and drove in again, dragging another cry of pain from her lips. “Neuro! Wait, please...wait just a minute...” She begged, trying to muscle her way through the pain.

He heard her beg him but wasn't sure he could stop. He felt...pleasure. More pleasure than he'd received from solving small puzzles. More. He wanted more. She was wet, warm, and that smell surrounded him. It took him a great deal of effort to open his eyes. When had he closed them? He found her pained eyes and saw tears dancing in them. She'd bitten through her lip and a bit of blood was trickling down to her chin. This wasn't like when he'd hit her. She was in honest pain. There was no pleasure in this expression.

Surprisingly, the fact that she was in pain bothered him. Really bothered him. He forced himself to be still, taking deep calming breaths. What the hell was wrong with him. He was her primary abuser. She was in pain, meaning he should compound it.

Yako tried to catch her breath, her body slowly relaxing and going limp on the bed. Shortly afterwards, she felt his teeth against the back of her neck, causing a slight sting, but he didn't puncture her skin. It was drawing her attention away from the pain of being entered so abruptly. Then, she felt his tongue soothing those nipping bites and he shifted, drawing himself from inside her, leaving her feel empty. She whipped her head around, mouth open to object, but before a sound could leave her lips, he lunged forward, filling her again. A sharp cry escaped her lips, half pain, half pleasure.

At the sound, his eyes snapped open and he growled against her ear, thrusting into her again, listening to her gasp as the pain faded and became pleasure. “You're mine...” He snarled, fisting his hand into her hair. “Say it, slave! Say it!” He wrapped an arm around her throat, putting slight pressure on it.

“I'm yours...Neuro...” She pushed back against him best she could, her breath coming out in little pants. She cried out as he drove harder into her at her words and she stretched her arms back, holding his hips the best she could. “But you're mine too...” She gasped, before sinking her teeth into his arm as hard as she could. The taste of his blood filled her mouth and she moaned faintly.

The unexpected pain caused him to snarl and he pulled his arm from her mouth, holding her head against the bed, glaring at her for the pain she'd caused him. To discipline her, he slapped one already red cheek as hard as he could. He wasn't prepared for what happened next.

She pressed back, taking all of him inside her and her muscles began milking him. A cry of pleasure left their lips and he bent forward, biting her shoulder, sinking his sharp teeth into her soft skin. A cry of pain left the woman beneath him and her body squeezed him tighter still as he felt himself spill his seed inside her. He maintained that position for a few more minutes, until he finally felt his strength give out and he fell against her. Her panted breaths caressed his cheek and he could feel her heart pounding. He caressed her skin, licking her bleeding shoulder gently.

“Neuro...?” Yako moaned, sounding as tired as he suddenly felt. “Please take off the cuffs?”

He blinked, having forgotten that he'd put them on her. That explained what that cold material on his stomach was. He sleepily picked the lock with one finger, listening to them snap open. He carefully pulled her wrists from them, tossing the restraints onto the floor behind them.

She moaned, pulling her arms up beside her head. Wow, she felt sore. Really genuinely sore. Also, the side that wasn't covered by Neuro was growing chilled. She shivered, but didn't want to move. Still, there were things that needed to be asked, needed to be said. “Neuro...” She said quietly, looking towards him. Why had this happened? When his sleepy green eyes opened and met her gaze, she blushed. “Why...why did you...?”

He sighed impatiently, noticing her shiver. He also noticed that her shoulder was still actively bleeding. Stupid human. He sat, grabbing the rather short robe that was tossed over the back of a kitchen chair and put it around her, making her stand and helping her into the bathroom. “You need antiseptic on that.” He said, calmly digging through her cabinet, finding a spray can, and some bandages.

She watched him, deeply uncertain. It was like he was trying to take care of her. Blushing, she lowered her gaze, letting him bandage the bruising bite on her shoulder. “What about yours?” She asked quietly. She searched his arm, but found all that was left was a faint white mark. Even the blood was gone. She blinked, seeing an arrogant smirk on his face. Quickly, she looked away. “Aren't you going to answer me?” She muttered, embarrassed.

He reached up, placed a hand on each of her cheeks, pinched them and stretched each one painfully away from the other. “Did you enjoy what happened?” He asked calmly, then released her face so she could answer.

She gave him a dead-pan look. Was he getting stupid or something? “Gee, ya think?” She asked, rubbing her now sore face.

“Then what is the point of asking stupid questions?” He opened his eyes, looking directly at her annoyance clearly written on his face. “You humans and your 'why'...” He muttered in disgust. “Must you try to analyze everything? We both found pleasure in what just occurred. Does it really matter why it happened?”

Well, when he put it like that...She blinked, looking up at his face in shock. “Wait...you just said...” She blushed dark. “You enjoyed it?!”

He shepherded the little idiot back to bed, glaring at her like she'd reached a completely different level of stupidity than he was used to from her. With one hand he pushed her onto the bed, leaning down over her, looking into her eyes. “Did you think demons were incapable of feeling pleasure, slave?” He asked, rather annoyed.

She stared up at him, wide-eyed. Those green eyes filled her vision. “It's...not that...” She flushed, looking away. “I'm confused. This seems really sudden to me...” She saw impatience in his gaze and glanced away, unable to meet his eyes anymore.

He traced his fingers over the gauze patch that he'd placed over the bite, frowning at it slightly. Then, he clasped it hard enough to draw her attention back to how bad it hurt. He watched her cringe in pain and smirked down at her. “Did you think...that if I'd known two years go that you enjoyed pain that I would have continued to abuse you?”

She glanced away. “I thought you'd stop, which is why I didn't say anything...”

“Well...” He loomed over her, a wicked smile on his face which caused chills to run through her. “If you'd mentioned it two years ago, the public abuse would have stopped, true. But I'm not going to stop hitting my favorite slave...”

He'd called her his favorite again. She blinked, looking at his face, seeing that he was waiting for her to reach a conclusion. One in particular. Her brain began connecting things quickly and she sprung into a seated position, staring at him in shock. “You mean...”

“If I'd known about it two years ago, we'd be precisely where we are now.” He said evenly. Lightly he caressed the bite mark. “Now, before you can ask that other question that's on the tip of your tongue, as your master, your dominator, I forbid you to ask any more questions that start with 'why' until we're actually involved in a case, at which point, it better involve the case.”

She blinked, staring up at him in shock.

“Now, my little grasshopper, I suggest you get under the blankets, before you catch a cold.” He clamped his hand down hard enough on the bite to make her wince.

Yako blushed when he heaved her down on the mattress again, leaning over her, wearing an odd expression on his face. “Neuro...did I just get a promotion from louse?”

The corner of his mouth twitched. “I'm going to correct myself. No more questions tonight. At all.” He said, a twinge of sadistic glee in his eyes. He watched hers widen and he leaned closer. “Then again, it's hard to ask questions if your mouth is otherwise occupied.”

She blushed, wondering exactly what she's gotten herself into. When Neuro's lips claimed hers, she decided that she really didn't give a damn.

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AN: Do not even ask how badly I'm blushing after this. This is my first officially posted lemon scene, and while I often post smut, usually it's 'fade to black'. This will probably be the last chapter. There's more, but due to various reasons, I'm unable to continue. The original intention was for this to be a oneshot regardless. I hope you all enjoyed. >.> I may/may not decide to pick it up later.