Scattered Pages and Blood-Ink

"It is better to bind your children to you by a feeling of respect and by gentleness, than by fear."
       - Terence

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“Why do they obey you anyway? I’d never heard of a youko with such extensive abilities until you came along.” Kuronue asked, looking up at Youko from where he hung on a tree branch, upside-down, suspended by the branch hooked at the back of his knees and twining around his shins.

 

“I’d say inheritance but I am reluctant to give my family so much credit. They probably failed the test set to them. It was all my own hard work.” He replied, sniffing arrogantly and crossing his arms when it probably would have just been better to let them hang free.

 

“So?” Kuronue prodded, curious.

 

Youko said nothing for a long while, listening to the shift of the trees and the wind whistling through their leaves, the hiss of the grass at their feet and the groaning half dead demon a few meters away from Kuronue.

 

With nothing better to do they had set out together with fun in mind, perhaps they could do some petty theft? Only there was nothing of great value in this region of makai – one of the reasons Youko had chosen it apparently, though the psychology involved only annoyed Kuronue every time he tried to figure out why the hell Youko had done so - and they didn’t really feel like making a two day trip just for something not worth stealing in the first place.

 

Youko looked over to the pathetically groaning demon when there was a thud, which he discovered to be Kuronues boot connecting with the demons shattered ribs.

 

“Shut up.” The bat ordered, grinding the heel of his boot into its hand. It was counterproductive really, the demon only screamed louder. It wouldn’t die for a long time yet, the branch had not struck any vital organs or punctured any major arteries. But its fall from the trees had shattered its ribs and Kuronue had probably just caused all sorts of mayhem on its fingers.

 

The demon had apparently thought it could catch Youko Kurama – who had at the time been in youko form – and skin him. Luckily the tree branch had skewered it before it’d gotten too close, and now Youko was held captive by the tree, which apparently didn’t think it was safe for him to leave yet. Youko had explained to Kuronue that it was probably the best to wait until he was released; fighting the free will of the tree was not the best of ideas.

 

Kuronue was probably interested in that. Kurama mused, the trees’ will of their own, along with a few other miscellaneous plants. Most plants naturally felt obliged to repay him once he gave them a taste of his yoki, however the others were completely independent and served him loyally of their own free will.

 

“This forest took my virginity, did you know that?”

 

Both the demon and Kuronue’s head shot towards him at that, Kuronue letting out a startled “what?” and the demon screaming in agony when Kuronue accidentally stepped on his fingers again.

 

Might as well explain.

 

“Well-”

 

-

 

I must have only been a century old. I’d been aching to leave my skulk long before, I was restless and bored, I wanted to do something to anger them all gravely and have the alpha male kick me out, as I couldn't leave on my own without his permission without all the other youko's searching for me.

 

My skills back then were pathetic at best, however I was still learning. I had completed what I’d like to call my first professional heist, and was on a high. I had been running from the lords that had came after me once they noticed my presence – which I am now ashamed of to say the least – when I had sought for the forest in order to conceal myself better.

 

Once I had lost them for good, I realized that I too was lost. Which I was greatly annoyed at. I can’t get lost now, it’s impossible, the trees show me the way and the grass whispers me the secrets of those that had passed by. It isn’t wise to say that no one is listening when you think yourself alone.

 

I spent the night in the shelter of an old tree; I’d climbed up – with effort mind you – to reach the hollow in its trunk roughly halfway up and had seated myself inside, cursing my luck. It had began to rain moments earlier, I had smelt it long before it had come, but it had taken me just that long in order to find shelter.

 

Long story short, another demon had sought refuge too, some sort of bird demon, and I had kicked it back out of the hollowed trunk before it could get me with its talons. Then jumped after it and cut its wings off before dragging it over to a dying tree and letting it soak up the blood. I didn’t know at that stage that the dying tree had in fact been a carnivorous plant. Nepenthe Maxima to be exact, this sort was only available in Makai although it was originally from Nigenkai. Man eaters.

 

Anyway, I climbed back into the shelter of the tree and slept there as long as was necessary for me to recover my strength, hoping I would be able to use the sun once it rose in order to ascertain where I was. I noticed the bird demons body was gone once I emerged from the the tree. I suppose I should have been suspicious then, but all I did was stop before the plant – which looked healthier now – and then walk away towards the sun, remembering that I had gone west when I had set out for the lords dwelling.

 

Towards midday I had started running again, I have always loved the exhilaration that came with it, but I had become suspicious once something in the air had changed, and slowed down. The very walls of the forest around me seemed to take a deep breath and glare down at me, complicated branches seemed to turn into traps and waiting hands that wished to scoop me up and crush me beneath their power. The dim light seemed moody and unwelcoming, the chatter of insects seemed to mock me mercilessly.

 

I stopped, and circled around, looking for some sort of cause to the powerful sensation. I saw nothing, but I heard everything. The disconcerting rustles of leaves and the howl of the very wind itself, the sound of my own heartbeat in my ears, and the chatter of small creatures that inhabited the flora around me.

 

Then it stopped entirely.

 

I must have been considerably skittish because the only reason I noticed the strange vines shooting at me from all directions was because I had jumped and spun around at the mere sound of their approach through the air. Once I did notice them I brought an arm up to protect my face only they wrapped themselves around my forearms and held them immobile as they continued to travel up my body, forcing me to the ground. I fell on my back and struggled against their hold, struggling more once I realized they were moving with a specific purpose.

 

I was too shocked to think of why the hell they were wrapping themselves around my thighs and pulling my legs apart, tilting my head back and restraining my arms - holding them to the ground either side of me. I only knew that this was bad, and that there were all sorts of dangerous makai plants, bread for one reason or another, some for fighting and other for more…personal activities. Or so my mother had taught me, she’d always used herbs, but she always said that she had no great skill, even when she was the chief medic in our skulk.

 

Struggling was useless, but I was too stupid to stop anyway, I’m glad I didn’t now though. I never would have gotten to where I am if it wasn’t for my own stupidity.

 

“I’m caught.” I said to myself more than the writhing vines, so hard to describe they are, those vines. I suppose they were more like seaweed than anything. They were flattened, but still thick and secreting their own dubious liquid. I was covered in it in the matter of minutes it took for me too realize that they were working their way around me, tighter and tighter. Constricting.

 

The larger vine around my chest tightened unbearably quick and I found myself slowly becoming unable to breathe.

 

“I’m caught. What do you want? Huh? Do you want to eat me?” My mother had always talked to her plants, I guess I’d inherited it. Even though I was gasping for air and struggling against their hold, I still talked to them as if a lover. Still the smaller one’s writhed against me, and pulled my head back further, so that my back was arched and my mouth came open.

 

“Oh,” I said, my suspicions confirmed. “That’s what you want.”

 

They tightened further until I found my vision becoming black and panicked, I could feel my ribcage beginning to splinter, and I tried the first thing I could think of. “Take it,” I breathed, panicking. “Just allow me to breathe.”

 

That must have struck them somehow, like an identifiable feature in us both, because they paused for a while and they let up their tight grip on me. I panted for a long while, clearing my mind, still they did not move from me. They only loosened their hold, and I had an overwhelming sensation that they were watching me.

 

Then they attacked again, only with more purpose this time and with no pain caused towards me. I watched on as certain parts of their length liquefied and joined together, forming thicker vines and for a second what looked like a hand. Then I was too preoccupied with the smaller coils pulling and tearing my clothes from me - not the clothes I wear now by the way, most youkos would have a fit at the amount of skin I show these days – and their smoothness sliding against my skin.

 

They were strangely warm, although I couldn’t have told you that they were any manner of living creature. I shivered as they stroked and ran against my body as if hands themselves, seemingly lapping at my body wherever they chose to wind. They coiled at my nipples and slid against me, arousing sensations I had never had the privilege to experience before but knew well of. The females of my skulk had always been startlingly unembarrassed about discussing the alpha males abilities around us kits.

 

The large vine that had coiled around my chest slipped down and, suddenly panicked, I screamed and cried out, struggling for a second before they held my arms down again and one of the thicker vines that had been coiling around my neck forced its way into my mouth. I was too new I suppose, too unused to the ways of the flesh to understand what was happening and how good it really was.

 

My heart raced more with the twinges of anticipation rather than fear, and I moaned around the writhing mass forcing its way into my mouth more with pleasure than dread, shook with need more than horror as I was groped. My cock was held in the strong grip of what seemed like the commanding vine and I moaned around my mouthful as it began to move, pulsing and coiling around my cock, bringing me great pleasure.

 

-

 

Youko paused, looked down – or up – at his knees, still held in the grip of the tree, and frowned. The tree had grown old, for it had once been that strangely thick liquid mass of vines and hands, pulling at his hair and fucking his mouth as it wrapped itself around him, only now it had hardened with age. Sometimes he found himself wishing for its company again, which was strange. It had only appeared four times and then had merged permanently with the trees. Splitting and spreading itself across all makai to infect most of the flora.

 

“Hey, are you going to continue?” An unfamiliar voice came, and Youko looked back to the demon and Kuronue.

 

It was the demon who had spoken, his voice slightly breathless and obviously in pain while Kuronue sat himself on the demons chest, a leg resting either side of its head and his elbows resting on his knees. They both had a purely entranced look on their faces.

 

“I thought your ribs were broken?” Kuronue asked, breaking himself from his trance-like state to glare down at him.

 

“I’m a fast healer.” It replied and regretted it when Kuronue bludgeoned him in the temple with the hilt of one of his scythes.

 

“Heal that.”

 

Youko rolled his eyes. “I was wondering if it’s listening.”

 

“The tree?” Kuronue asked over the demons groans.

 

“The forest, it split into millions of pieces shortly after and gave free will – of that loyal only to me - to most of natures offerings.” Youko replied, looking back to the branch again.

 

“So, theoretically, it could come to rape you again?” He asked.

 

“No, though I could ask it to rape you.” Youko grinned as Kuronue blanched.

 

“It’s like some sort of weird initiation thing.” Kuronue commented. Cupping his chin with his palm a slightly perverse look on his face.

 

“Now I know the rumors about the King of Thieves being a twisted fuck are true.” The demon spoke, laughing.

 

Not impressed Youko narrowed his eyes at the demon and the roots under it, obeying his command, broke through the soil either side of its head. Acting as if they were moving to gag him, they forced the demons jaws open and pulled themselves far back to rest at the corners of his mouth, then with another silent prod from Youko they continued right through his head until it was cut in two.

 

“Hmm,” Kuronue commented, watching the blood flow out of the corpse. “Dinner.”

 

“There’s no meat on him, besides I wouldn’t fowl my body with that filth even if my life depended on it.” Youko sneered.

 

“I guess we wouldn’t have been able to let him live anyway, after hearing all that.” Kuronue picked up the separated part of the head and held it to the bottom half of its jaw, then moved the mouth open and closed.

 

“Oops.” He made it say, throwing his voice high in an attempt to mock him. “The guy I just called a ‘twisted fuck’ killed me. The man sitting on my chest sure is a worthy fuck, if I wasn’t dead I’d do him.”

 

He chuckled once he let go of the head, and it rolled to the side, eyes staring blankly away from Youko. Kuronue licked the blood from his fingers as he spoke. “Wouldn’t you?”

 

Youko replied with a heated gaze and a tongue running none too subtly across his top lip. “How about I eat you instead.”

 

Kuronue chuckled. “Oh, yes please.”

 

Youko grunted and looked away, an ear twitching irritably, then looked back to the branch twining around his legs. The blood wasn’t rushing to his head yet, though it would soon.

 

“Are you going to continue with your story?” Kuronue asked, smiling faintly.

 

-

 

The mass in my mouth turned out to be forming into some sort of a cock, and I eventually stopped struggling. Far be it from me to deny a form of existence like this its pleasure when it had at first intended on killing me if it had suffered the indignity of refusal.

 

Then I felt it against my ass, and seeping forwards, pulling my legs apart more and vines wrapping themselves around my balls. Feeling all this for the first time was strange, but good. I can honestly say I didn’t last long – I say it without shame even, I believe I have made up for lost time anyway – and I came in ecstasy, forgetting everything around me for those few moments. It was bliss.

 

The cock in my mouth seemed to dissolve and I was left to swallow and spit out the enormous amount of water now in my mouth instead of slippery vines, then to let out a small sound of surprise as one of the vines slipped inside me, thickening in length slowly. One thing about the vines, is that they knew what they were doing and they didn’t have bones of any sort to work around. Needless to say that my mind was on things other than pain as the vines began to fuck me. Pulsing inside me, pushing me down against the ground and holding my arms still and wrapping around my neck and chest as the plant fucked me.

 

I hadn’t felt anything that raw before, the pleasure I mean. I had tasted small amounts of pleasure from one of my sisters – something that the elders of my skulk still don’t know about – but this was nothing compared to that. It was intense and mind numbing. I screamed and arched my back as well as I could and dug my fingers into the soil as it continued on, and on. For what seemed like a very long time.

 

With my mind hazy with pleasure I didn’t exactly notice the form appearing above me, the liquid vines slowly beginning to turn into some semblance of a being. Flower petal hair and rose stem eyes, red and green, appeared before me. Still not completely solid, and dripping as if made of wax, an imitation of an oil of some sort.

 

Once formed into what looked like a demon with extremely long rose-red hair and startling green eyes the pleasure only doubled. The strength of the thrusts had increased twice over and the pleasure intensified. The arms slipping beneath my back to rest at my shoulders incredibly strong, scarily so, the marked face hidden at my chest as he ran a tongue along my nipples as he pulled me down onto his cock.

 

I screamed in pleasure and clawed at him, not understanding his strange appearance which seemed neither human nor demon. Tapered ears, pale skin and thorn-like teeth, he seemed like a humanoid plant himself.

 

He spoke in a strange language, a whispery tongue while strangely hissing and growling at the same time. Similar to the demonic tongue only less guttural. The one word I did understand was harsh and growled against my throat as he came inside me. Still reeling myself I barely had a chance to register what he said before he slipped away and returned to his liquid-like form, returning to the earth. Leaving me panting, shaken and fucked.

 

New whispers filled my mind. Humming and songs of joy. Screams of torture and agony.  It took me a while to realize that it was the very earth talking to me and to each other. It was so overbearing for a long while, until I learned that they would not be pleased with me ignoring them. So I didn’t, and I don’t.

 

-

 

“I thought mother nature was…well a mother.” Kuronue asked, quirking an eyebrow.

 

“He is.” Youko replied, slightly lethargic now.

 

“…but…”

 

“Did you know that flowers have both male and female reproductive organs?” Youko’s tail swayed from side to side amusedly – despite still being upside-down – at the shocked look on Kuronue’s face.

 

“Did-…uh, what did he say?”

 

“He said ‘ours’.”

 

Without another word the branch holding Youko slowly uncoiled into its previously ridged state and left Youko hanging upside-down. He pulled himself up to the branch and slipped his legs from it, lingering a moment before dropping to the ground beside Kuronue.

 

“Does that answer your question?” He asked, looking down at his partner.

 

Kuronue stood, walking around the corpse to Kuramas side. “In more ways than one.”

 

Youko didn’t struggle when Kuronue pulled him close, a hand slipping down to his ass once it had snaked around his waist, and joined their lips together, their eager tongues clashing and sliding against each other as Youko reached up to place his hand at the nape of Kuronue’s neck. They stood beside the corpse, kissing each other violently for a long time until Kuronue detached himself from Youko reluctantly.

 

Running his tongue along the panting youko’s jaw he muttered, “Hmmm…ours.” and closed his eyes when Youko pulled his head up to slide his tongue into Kuronue mouth, intent on making good with that declaration.