Distinction

y halo thar! this fiction will be my second contribution to the site; i was so happy when i finished this! as far as i know, it's the first of its kind: a kekkaishi yaoi fic! although it's terrible, i know, because i'm technically still working on completing another story. i feel like i'm cheating on someone... i'm conflicted... *curls up in corner*

warnings: rape, sex with a minor, and a little blood-letting towards the end. SPOILERS too (i think). T_T
disclaimer: kekkaishi and all characters pertaining to all belong to tanabe yellow-sensei. i don't make any money offa this (although i sure as hell wouldn't complain...).

please enjoy!
edit: it seems Kaguro's name doesn't contain the drawn-out "ou" so i've fixed it.

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Yoshimori awoke slowly and painfully, forcing his eyes to open and focus on his dark environment. He was abruptly aware that his hands were bound and chained above his head by heavy metal links that continued up and simply disappeared into obscurity.

He was calm and silent, but slightly confused. He couldn’t remember being separated from Tokine and Gen, nor could he recall exactly why his head throbbed so badly. The young kekkaishi shook it experimentally, making the large chain clink gently.

A soft chuckle from the shadows caused Yoshimori to jerk in alarm, his heart thrumming wildly against his ribcage. The stranger melted out of the darkness, and Yoshimori released his breath through clenched teeth in a vehement hiss.

“You…”

“Me,” Kaguro replied sardonically, tilting his head back and smirking, eyes flashing behind dark lenses as he looked down his elegant nose at his captive. “You’ll forgive me for bringing you here under such circumstances, Yoshimori-kun. I didn’t want to hurt you, you see.”

The tall man sauntered closer, Yoshimori glowering warily at him. His eyes lost their guardedness and widened in shock though, as Kaguro ran a finger along his jaw line, stopping beneath his chin and lifting his face to his own, a leer splitting his countenance. “The thing is, you put up such a fight that I had no choice.”

Yoshimori was frozen, breaking out in a cold sweat, pinned by the unseen gaze that was lancing through him like scorching needles.

Kaguro pulled away as though satisfied with the effect he had left, his eyes suddenly darkening. “Of course, I had a little trouble with a couple of gnats flitting around.”

The boy looked up quickly, daring to hope, but the smirk was back again, crimson eyes staring askance at him.

“I took care of them, however. Oh, don’t worry. I didn’t kill them, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

He laughed suddenly, as if struck by a particularly fond memory. “The blood-mutt seemed especially keen on keeping you out of my hands.”

Yoshimori ignored this implication and quietly demanded, “So why me? I’m nothing special.”

The deceptively human-looking figure in front of him didn’t reply right away, but slowly reached up and pulled off his shades, regarding him solemnly for a moment as he folded them and tucked them away into his jacket.

'So he still doesn’t realize…’ Kaguro decreased the distance between them again and grabbed Yoshimori’s chin, forcing his head to one side, studying his profile as the kekkaishi glared daggers at his foe out of the corner of his eye. The dark man unexpectedly sneered, his course of action decided.

“Because you’re the most fun.”

Upon speaking the last word, Kaguro swiftly slashed diagonally across Yoshimori’s chest with the blade he had produced from the palm of his hand.

The fourteen-year-old hadn’t known exactly what to expect: perhaps a torrential fountain of blood spraying from his chest; maybe to die soon after. Regardless, he had never counted on his jinbei and undercoat to fall open, cleanly sliced down the front, revealing his heavily scarred torso. In fact, his skin wasn’t even scathed, save for a tiny scratch near his navel, and even that wasn’t bleeding much.

“Ara~” Kaguro knelt to inspect the wound, genuine concern sparking in his eyes. “I must be getting rusty. My apologies, Yoshimori-kun.”

Normally, Yoshimori would have scoffed at such words coming from a mouth like that, but that wasn’t what set alarm bells ringing in his head. It was the fact that one of the man’s hands had come up and was resting on his hip, the thumb caressing small circles into his skin almost absentmindedly. It was warm and rough, and he could almost believe that it belonged to a real human.

Then Kaguro leaned forward, Yoshimori watching his every leisurely, deliberate move through wide, unreadable eyes, and slowly dragged his tongue across the cut he had inflicted upon the tanned skin.

Yoshimori started and bit his lip, a hot blush rising from his neck, as Kaguro gazed laughingly up at him through unruly locks of hair. “Did you like that?” he inquired softly, his voice like rich satin.

“Sh-shuddup…” Yoshimori sounded on the verge of tears, his head turned away to the side, eyes staring at the ground that he found himself wishing would open and swallow him up. Kaguro chuckled coldly, his hand now beginning to inch upwards underneath the cloth of his gi, the forefinger and thumb seeking an arousal-hardened nipple and pinching it none-too-gently.

“Anh!” The boy arched violently forward into the touch against his will, mouth parting with sharp white teeth bared, desire pooling and curling into the pit of his abdomen before he pulled away just as quickly, the chain creaking in protest.

Lust…need…for his torturer conflicted with his good sense and the comprehension that this was his enemy, that he wasn’t even human.

As if reading his mind, Kaguro looked up at him with an expression that was almost a pout.

“Why are you resisting so much? Doesn’t it feel good?” He stood up and placed a hand on the back of Yoshimori’s neck, pulling him closer, eyes narrowing as he smiled reticently.

“It’s alright. After all…” He was at such close proximity to the teen that Yoshimori could see the flecks of demonic aura glinting in his irises. “…I used to be human too.”

And with these words, the man sealed their lips together in a forceful, possessive kiss.

Yoshimori sobbed loudly into the hot, wet cavern that covered his mouth, knowing that the battle was already lost.

He…was lost.

Kaguro’s hands roamed freely across the planes of his victim’s body, fingering the raised scar tissue of countless past battles with ayakashi, winding his arms around Yoshimori’s waist, dragging him nearer, all the while never letting their lips part. He suddenly tasted something salty and, raising his gaze, realized that tears were spilling out of Yoshimori’s tightly closed eyes, leaking into their joined mouths. Sensing that the kekkaishi’s will had been successfully broken, he slipped his tongue into the slack mouth and was delighted to feel the slick muscle push hesitantly back against it.

Kaguro clutched the boy to him, grinding his thigh against Yoshimori’s erection, eliciting an ardent moan which he eagerly swallowed. Breaking the lip lock and attacking the tantalizingly vulnerable flesh of his neck, Kaguro pulled impatiently at the hakama, tugging at the pleats, finally ripping it from his waist in frustration, taking his boxers with it and wholly baring the boy’s body to his manipulations. Yoshimori strained against his bonds, panting heavily, eyes glazed and openly begging.

“Ho~?” Kaguro raised his eyebrows, his hands alternately massaging and squeezing Yoshimori’s thighs. “What happened? I liked it better when you were trying to resist.”

‘And I think I know how to provoke you so, my little kekkaishi.’

He leaned in close and whispered, “I wonder what your little friends would say if they saw you right now.”

Yoshimori inhaled sharply, his eyes suddenly growing wide and clear.

Kaguro continued, “Especially that other young man…” Tears started again in the tortured boy’s eyes, unsure of why he cared so much what Gen thought of him.

“…Stop it…”

“…He harbors…feelings for you. I can smell it.”

“Stop…”

The man pushed closer and hissed his last words directly into Yoshimori’s ear, his coup de grace, tainting them with that malicious leer.

“He loves you.”

“Aaaaaagh!” Yoshimori threw his head back and screamed as Kaguro grabbed his legs, slipped them around his waist, and penetrated him.

It hurt. Oh God, it hurt like nothing else. Never mind that he hadn’t even seen Kaguro open his pants, Yoshimori felt as if he was going to die. Nothing on earth, heaven, or hell could have readied him for this agony. This sort of pain was not just physical, but mental. Just as Kaguro’s cock was tearing his unprepared ass, his words cut away at his heart, leaving it in shreds.

Likewise, nothing could have prepared him for the sensation that shot through his nerves like lightning when Kaguro’s member brushed against something deep inside of him.

“Oh…my…”

Kaguro laughed, digging his fingers into the pale, untouched skin of Yoshimori’s inner thighs.

“Like that, huh?” He reveled in the half-whimpers spilling past those full lips, and the sight of the teen’s body arching up away from him, his inhibited arms tensed and straining above his head. The red eyes traveled down the heaving, sweat-slicked chest to the lightly defined muscles of his abdomen, and finally to the boy’s neglected cock. Precum was leaking from the slit, and Kaguro smiled, an evil thought creeping into his head.

Yoshimori was so preoccupied with the overwhelming feelings flooding his mind, that he didn’t even notice the slim hand curling around his arousal until Kaguro grabbed it and pumped it powerfully.

The kekkaishi gasped for the air that seemed to thin in his lungs and wrapped his legs tighter around the tall man’s waist.

They continued, the only sounds breaking the echoing silence were their animalistic grunts and whimpers, accompanied by the slight rasping of the chain.

As their actions became more frantic, more desperate, Kaguro purred against Yoshimori’s chest, laving his tongue against pert nipples, “Come for me, my little slut. Don’t hold back.”

Said boy whined helplessly, feeling his climax approaching, a tight coiling in his stomach.

“Scream.”

Pushed over the edge by the provocative sultriness in Kaguro’s voice, the teen complied, his head falling back and letting out a hopeless cry, spilling all he had over his chest and abdomen, feeling his ass constrict and then, Kaguro let out a strangled growl and sank his teeth deep into Yoshimori’s shoulder as an indescribable heat filled him.

“Oh…” Yoshimori felt his warm blood flow down his back as he came down from his high, the realization of what he had just done starting to sink in. Tears began to course down his cheeks, feeling a consuming lethargy take over his consciousness.

Kaguro watched him with contented eyes as he slipped out of the boy and zipped his pants. Then, generating a blade from his hand, he cut the chain holding Yoshimori up, catching him as he sagged limply to the ground.

He caressed the kekkaishi’s cheek almost lovingly as he stretched him on the ground, teasing. “I bet you enjoyed that, Yoshimori-kun. I know I did.”

Yoshimori said nothing, eyes averted away, trying to believe that if he didn’t look at him, he could pretend that nothing had happened between them.

“I suppose I’ll leave my mark for…any others to see. Don’t want you to forget this day…” He leaned down and with the tip of his sword, cut two marks into the skin of Yoshimori’s inner thigh, grinning as he flinched.

Kaguro stood up and raked his eyes over the boy’s ravaged body, admiring his handiwork. “Maa, I guess I’ll take my leave now, Yoshimori-kun. We should do this again sometime. Jyaana~.”

As the sinister figure walked away, pulling his shades on, he smirked. ‘I actually can’t stay, unless I want to be troubled by that blood-mutt. Hmph. I’ll say one thing about them though: they’re pretty close to each other.’

The menacing grin widened, flashing unnaturally in the sliding shadows.

‘All the more excruciating it will be when they are torn apart…’

Yoshimori lay panting in a growing pool of his own blood where he had been left, his spirit broken. His eyes stared aimlessly up at the dark ceiling as one thought penetrated the fog of ennui over and over.

‘Shishio… Shishio…’

Then, rough hands and a voice to match: “Sumimura!”

TBC...

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hm. if you're reading this, i suppose you had the courage to read the story all the way through my bad literature. congratulations.
i actually don't know if my deductions of the story are accurate, owing to the fact that my japanese literary comprehension isn't as good as i'd like. there will be more to come of course, so if you are willing to stick through it, some gen/yoshi action will follow.
...if i can make it through my schoolwork. philosophy kills.
from now on, i guess i'll be including a special oekaki bonus with my stories: a fanmade picture of the featured pairings. THESE ARE NOT MINE, but i do have the special given permission of the artists to repost them. if there is any problem with this, please notify both the tech support AND me, silvousplait. here it is: http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a281/776fox/yaoi/c0sy1r1w6fA.jpg
please feel free to ask questions or review and give advice. flames will be utilized to toast marshmallows. <3