Demon's Virtue

Author Note: Yo, this is Shamise. Just to let u know, I don’t really plan on finishing this fic. I’ve got three chapters written and no plot to finish it with. So unless I can think up a good non-cliché plot (or if someone makes a suggestion), this won’t be worked upon very often. I’ve got some other ideas that I’m working on plus the two fics I’ve already got, and I’m working on my first lemon fic. (Be proud of me!)
I’ll probably come back and revise this chapter. There’s one part of it that I want to change but am too lazy to do it now.
Credit goes to Anime Yaoi Lover 5 (aka:Minneastra) for the title!^^

Title: ‘Demon’s Virtue’ (Title subject to change)

Author: Shamise

Summary: Yuugi Mouto was taken away from his home to pay a debt that was unfounded. Ushio decides that the best way to pay this debt is to rent the miniscule teen out to the mot popular whorehouse in Tokyo. Yuugi is spirited away from the place that would ultimately cause his death by a demon that is half kitsune and half incubus. With the demon’s mating season quickly approaching, what will Yuugi say when the demon suddenly decides that the human will become his mate? [YYXY] (Horrible summary, I know. I’ll change it later.)

‘thoughts’
“Speech”
/Mental speech/
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“Let me go!”

Why oh why did he have to stay that extra hour at the library?! If he hadn’t he wouldn’t be in this predicament! He kicked and screamed and thrashed in his captor’s hold, receiving nothing but cruel laughter in return.

His captor, an ogre of a teen, taunted him as he was dragged further and further away from the safety of the main roads and into the flashy red-light district. Greasy black hair shown in the streetlights and a foul odor permeated from his mouth. His cronies didn’t look any better.

“Don’t think so, Runt.” Ushio, his captor, mocked with a coarse laugh, making Yuugi flinch. “If you had just kept up on your payments this wouldn’t be happening. You can only blame yourself.”

‘I don’t have any money!’ He wanted to scream at them, but it wouldn’t have done any good. Instead, he settled for putting up a harder fight. A harsh blow to his head was his only reward.

“Stop struggling! You knew the punishment for being two months overdue!” The blow had momentarily stunned him, and by the time they had gotten to their destination he had started his struggling again.

The gang leader eventually got tired of have such a pipsqueak try to fight back and tied a blindfold over Yuugi’s eyes. Yuugi screamed as he was thrown over someone’s shoulder, his gut digging painfully into the bony structure and his breath was driven out of his small lungs at the uncomfortable gait the brute adopted. Tears were absorbed into the blinding cloth as he heard them approach another group of people.

The gang that had captured him exchanged ‘pleasantries’ with this other group. He tried to make his body as still as possible, desperately not wanting to draw unwanted attention to himself. However, his hopes were dashed as someone spoke up.

“Hey, Wakanabe. What ‘cha got there? Fresh meat?” Crude laughter came from both gangs as the one holding him gave a harsh jerk, causing him to gasp painfully when his stomach drove hard into the shoulder bone.

“Runt owes us some money.” The one called Wakanabe stated, sadistic smirk evident in his voice. “So, we’re goin’ ta put him ta work.” Yuugi shivered unpleasantly at the implications.

“Well, we’ve got an extra room empty.” A different voice from the first offered, clearly belonging to someone in charge. “We’d be willing to rent it out to ya for a price.” The sound of paper trading hands was like the toll of death’s bell.

“This way.” And older voice commanded, and he was moving again. He immediately felt the difference in atmosphere as they entered a building. It was a lot warmer in here than outside, and a strong smell that made his stomach twist into knots burned his nostrils. He truly began to feel sick as indiscernible noises assaulted his ears.

His body trembled and his hearth thudded painfully in his chest. This had to be a nightmare; it just had to be. He had fainted after a beating and was lying somewhere on the streets of Tokyo unconscious.

The sound of a door being unlocked and opened snapped him out of his denial. His ears were filled with crude jokes being made at his expense. He trembled uncontrollably.

“-had a nice ass. Too bad he’s for customers only.’”

“Yah. Boss clearly said not to touch.”

“Damn. If it was anyone else I wouldn’t give a rat’s as-“

“Shut up! We don’t want Boss hearing you say that! He could’ve bugged the room or something…”

The conversation died out as Yuugi was thrown unceremoniously onto what could only be a bed. His hands and ankles were immediately grabbed and despite his struggles he was strapped down to the bed in a spread eagle position. A hard plastic ball was forced between his teeth and a string secured it there.

“Ah, man.” One of the two voices left hummed appreciatively. “I so wish I was a customer tonight.”

The other voice grunted wistfully, “Maybe we can have the leftovers.”

Yuugi’s violent trembling did not go unnoticed and he felt someone lean over him extremely close. Rough, obtrusive hands fondled him through his boxers, which was the only article of clothing he was still wearing, his shirt and pants had been removed before he was tied down. Yuugi screamed repulsively through the gag, shedding desperately away from the disgusting hands.

“Better get used to it, Runt.” The gang member laughed. “There’s gonna be more than just touching tonight.”

Yuugi tied desperately to control his sobs as he was left alone, strapped to a strange bed in a place he really didn’t want to be. He knew where he was; he wasn’t so naïve that he hadn’t heard of the whorehouses that littered the darker part of Tokyo.

His blind struggles slowly died out as the bleakness of the situation stared his in the face. He wasn’t going to make it out of his whole and he knew that this wouldn’t be the last time it happened either. The gang would always demand money that he didn’t have. He would be brought back here again and again to pay his ‘bills’. A hopeless spiral that he would never be able to lift himself from.

‘Somebody…anybody…’ He cried mutely, his body ranking with dry sobs. ‘Please…save me!’

The crying teen had no idea if his plea would be answered in time.

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Yuugi lay mutely on the bed, his arms and legs still restrained. He supposed he should be lucky that no ‘customers’ had come in yet, but this waiting in complete silence for a fate he was terrified of was going to drive him insane! He had tried to free himself of his bonds and had tired to make up songs in his head to pass the time. Both of these came back and bit him in the butt though; trying to free him-self had only caused his wrists to bruise, and the song he made up turned ugly and demented.

His skin was sweaty and his muscles cramped from being in this prolonged position. He really wished that someone would come in here and untie him…never mind; he really wished that no one would enter the room. There was a cold draft that wasn’t there before and it wafted across his skin and he shivered unpleasantly. He also wished that Ushio’s gang hadn’t taken his clothes.

Yuugi’s brow furrowed. Why did the atmosphere seem so tense now? Was something different? …Was someone in here?!

His heart stopped when a hand brushed his bangs out of his face. How on earth did someone get in without him knowing?! He hadn’t heard the door open! What was going on! His eyes opened wide and he whimpered in fear. He tried to disappear into the mattress, desperately wanting to escape from what could only be a ‘customer.’

The customer, after a brief moment of hesitation, lowered himself onto the bed next to Yuugi. Yuugi’s breathing accelerated to an unhealthy speed as he felt the other lean over him. An uncontrolled gasp jumped through the gag when he felt warm hands rove over his stomach. ‘No No no nononononononononono.’ He jerked against his bonds as those hands ghosted over his taunt muscles.

“Shh, it’s going to be alright, Little One. I won’t harm you.” The baritone voice washed over Yuugi’s distraught mind like a buffer. He could feel the sharp edges of his fear being softened and he fought vainly against the influence. He didn’t want this to happen! He didn’t want to be raped!

Distressingly, he found his stomach muscles beginning to relax against his control, those warm, strong hands somehow forcing him into submission. Yuugi’s terror spiraled out of control and he struggled with what little control he had left. Tears leaked through the blindfold with abandon and his muffled sobs were the only sound that filled the empty room. Strange feelings of calm and trust invaded his mind, completely rendering his capability of fighting back useless.

Yuugi fell limp in exhaustion. He couldn’t find the energy in him to fight back against the obviously stronger man. Yuugi tensed as the man’s hands trailed up to the back of his head. He didn’t notice that the gag was finally removed from his mouth, nor did he realize that his thoughts were currently spilling from his mouth.

“-No-please don’t-don’t hurt me-leave me alone-stop-please-somebody-save me!-“ His mantra was cut off when he felt something smooth and warm press against his forehead, and something reached through his distraught mind, soothing it like how someone would calm a panicking bird. His body soon relaxed under the influence, no matter how hard he fought against it. He could feel his eyes drooping in exhaustion and his fogged mind didn’t notice when his blindfold was removed.

Crimson eyes stared at him, the emotion unrecognizable in his current state. Yuugi knew without a doubt that it was these eyes that were controlling his reactions and he subconsciously fought against it, however weak his efforts were.

/Calm down, Little One. You wanted someone to save you, so here I am. You just need to sleep. Sleep…/ The command struck every nerve in Yuugi’s body and he found himself immediately succumbing to it. His mind fell into the soft darkness, guided by those bewitching crimson eyes.

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To be continued…