Don't Let Go -a work of YYH fan fiction Part 3 --------------------------------------- Karasu opened his eyes, a satisfied smirk adorning his handsome features. He could still taste the warmth of Kurama's lips on his, could still feel that supple body straining against his own. He shivered with remembered excitement, purple eyes glowing with lust. Finally, after all his years of scheming, he had done it. He had finally laid claim to the creature who had so haunted his dreams, even in the afterlife. Kurama, of the fiery red hair and the expressive green eyes. Kurama, whose shuddering rejection of him had only fueled his hunger. Kurama, who had struggled against him so delighfully, even knowing that he could not win.He grinned, running one hand through his ebon locks. His beloved would surely be even more horrified if he knew. By all rights, he _should_ have sunk deep into the abyss that awaited all youkai. Indeed, he would have, had it not been for Kurama. His love, his obsession, his _need_ to possess the mysterious half-youko had driven him on. For him, he had challenged Death, and he had WON. And now, he thought, smiling even wider, he had _him_. He eyed the limp form on the bed with predatory eyes. The child was trembling uncontrollably, tears leaking from beneath tightly closed lids. He moved closer, leaning over the crying baby, his silken hair pooling down around the quivering form. He reached out with one long-fingered hand, lightly caressing a tear-flushed cheek. Kurama flinched away, a pitiful mewling sound emerging from his tiny body. He scooped up the struggling infant and held it close, ignoring its ever-increasing cries of distress. Lips twisting into a nasty grin, Karasu closed his eyes once more, swiftly re-entering the half-youko's mind. He reached out, pulling the frightened redhead close. His head slowly lowered, capturing the lips that glistened so temptingly. He could taste his beloved's fear and rage, an intoxicating sensation that only served to inflame him even more. * * * * *