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Author: Shadows_Call
Anime series: Shaman King
Rating: Nc-17 It's HaoxYoh folks, if twincest bothers you, I don't suggest reading.
Name of story: Never a Choice



The clear blue sky started to tint red as the sun began to set, the clouds on the horizon like a bloody smear across the sky. Yoh yawned, absently listening to his friends argue... again. He wasn’t sure what it was about this time, but the grumbling in his stomach gave him the perfect excuse to leave. Sitting up and stretching he looked up at Amidamaru, “I’m going to go find us some grub.” Yoh rose to his feet, smiling at his ghostly friend. “I’ll be back in a little bit.” He slipped his head phones over his head and turned up his music, wandering into the near by woods. Lost in the sanctuary created by the music and the cool shade made by the trees, he didn’t notice that someone was watching him. He let his thoughts drift over things he wouldn’t let himself dwell on. When the time came, he’d deal with Hao and the Shaman Tournament. Right now, he just concentrated on enjoying life.

A cool hand swept over his belly and under his shirt as another clasped over his mouth. He was pulled against someone else’s body, unable to turn and look because of the firm grip of the hand over his mouth. Sweet breath brushed over his ear and the side of his face as his captor spoke. “You should really be more careful, Yoh. Letting your enemy sneak up right behind you...” Yoh’s eyes went wide as he recognized to whom the voice belonged to. “I can’t have you getting hurt or worse, can I... Mm, it’s more fun when you can talk back. Promise not to scream?” Hesitantly Yoh nodded. If he called out, then his friends would come to help him... and be probably destroyed by Hao. It’s not that he had lost faith in them, but he knew as a group they had to be stronger before they could beat him. “Good boy...” The hand lifted away slowly, finger tips dragging over Yoh’s lips. Out of surprise Yoh gasped and jerked away, only to be locked closer to his enemy’s body.

“What do you want?” He managed to get out, the close proximity in which his enemy held him was unnerving.

“Your dallying. I need you stronger, and I need you to get to the Shaman Tournament. Why do you stay with them, Yoh? They’re beneath you. All your so called friends do is drag you down...”

“They do not! My friends are...” Hao’s hand clapped back over Yoh’s mouth as his voice started to rise.

“Tch.... you know what people get when they don’t listen to the rules?” Hao whispered, lowly into Yoh’s ear. “They get punished,” he murmured then slid his tongue along the outer shell of his ear. Yoh froze, unsure of what to think for a moment. His mind was fuzzy with the uncertain feelings that welled up inside him. Enough of his mind remained intact long enough to try to stomp and kick at Hao’s legs and feet. A few kicks actually met their marks, but Hao hardly even flinched. Sharp nails dug into the soft flesh of Yoh’s lower stomach. “Do that again, and I’ll give the order for your friends’ slaughter.” Fear crept into Yoh’s mind and he stilled. There was no way to get away from Hao or what ever he deemed a punishment. The nails didn’t slacken their grip on his flesh, but were dragged across his stomach. Yoh gasped and fisted his hands, wishing he could get away. “That’s better...” Hao lowered his mouth to Yoh’s neck, his hot breath brushing away his captive’s hair, letting him freely explore the area with his lips. Yoh flinched in surprise, just now noticing the hard object that was pressing against his clothed rear.

“S...Stop...” Although muffled by Hao’s hand, his words were clearly understood.

Hao licked up to Yoh’s ear. “No... especially not now...” He sucked on Yoh’s earlobe, chuckling softly. The hand that was over Yoh’s mouth turned him toward Hao. “I might reconsider... depending...” His fingers lifted enough to sneak a kiss in, lazily dragging his tongue over Yoh’s lips. Shuddering, Yoh tried to jerk his head away from Hao’s, but a solid grip on his chin kept him from doing so.

“You said you might reconsider, depending on what?” Yoh growled, glaring at Hao with all the energy he could muster.

“If you would quit fidgeting...” Quickly turning Yoh around in his grasp before the shaman could escape, he reclaimed the boy’s lips. His arm was now wrapped around captive’s waist, firmly trapping him against his body. Carefully, so not to present Yoh with an easy way to escape, he pulled up the boy’s shirt and cruelly pinched his fleshy hip. Yoh yelped in surprise, giving Hao enough opportunity to slip his tongue inside the now open mouth. He knew he didn’t have much time to enjoy the deepened kiss before Yoh snapped out of his shock, so he made a quick exploration of his mouth. The wide eyed look on Yoh’s face was well worth the risk of being bitten. Drawing away slowly, Hao smiled smugly at his prey. “Depending on how good you taste, that’s what I was getting at...” He bent forward, nuzzling Yoh’s ear. “How unfortunate for you,” Hao licked his ear from top to bottom, “that you happen to taste delicious...”

“Leave me alone.” Yoh said quietly, sounding unsure even to his own ears.

“Is that what you really want?” Hao’s hand left Yoh’s chin and quickly rubbed against the other boy’s groin. “Your body says otherwise.”

Biting his tongue, he tried to forestall a moan that had risen to his lips. He didn’t want Hao touching him, but a part of him leaned into Hao’s hand, much to his disgust. It wasn’t supposed to be like this, he was supposed to have better control over his body. The more Hao rubbed at his groin, the tighter his pants got. His resolve was ebbing from his body with every touch, causing him to relax a small amount in his enemy’s arms.

Hao watched him with a smirk, the boy’s face easy to read. He would be his in a moment... all his to take. Through a slightly ajar mouth came quick shallow breaths, Yoh’s eyes were also unfocused and half lidded. Slowly he leaned against Yoh, pushing him down to the ground.

Yoh blinked, fully aware of what Hao had planned for him. If his legs hadn’t been rubbery due to the petting, he would have resisted. The grass underneath him was soft and smelled sweet... That was the last clear thing Yoh remembered as Hao pressed against him, both trapped members rubbing together. They let out a low moan in unison, Yoh’s chin lifting a little.

While he kept Yoh’s mind occupied, Hao managed to get his hand between them and start on removing their pants. Once he had Yoh’s pants unzipped and unbuttoned he sat up and then hooked his fingers between the clothing and Yoh’s skin. He yanked both boxers and pants off, flinging the clothing haphazardly to the side. As Hao flung what little clothes he wore some where behind him, he looked over the sight before him; Yoh panting and on his back, length fully hardened and weeping with what little attention had been paid upon it. Hao rose to his knees then leaned forward just enough to grab the boy’s shirt and yank him to a sitting position. He grabbed Yoh’s chin and forced it up, Hao’s member inches from his face. “Suck, if your friends mean anything to you...” He had a feeling his captive was already lost to the lust that had driven him hard, but it did help to remind him who was in charge. Hesitantly Yoh leaned forward, screwing his eyes shut as he sucked the tip into his mouth. Hao dug his fingers into Yoh’s hair, thumbs lightly stroking the soft brown hair. “More...”

Yoh tried to detach himself from the incident while he took more of Hao into his mouth. It some what surprised him to hear his enemy moaning so loudly, a part of his mind wondering if it really felt that good. Slowly he pulled away from Hao then plunged his head back down. He tasted salty, but not horribly so. Within seconds he had his enemy purring, one hand stroking his hair encouragingly. Hao moaned his name, causing Yoh to blush and quicken his pace. To get it over with, he reasoned with himself; it wasn’t because he was responding to the slightly erotic moaning and panting...

“Yoh... stop...”

Blinking up at Hao, Yoh did as he was asked. Reluctantly Hao pulled his hands from Yoh’s hair, firmly pushing him back against the grass. Yoh shivered, looking away from his enemy as he descended, not wanting to think of what would probably happen next. He gasped as a wetted finger slipped partially inside him, stroking his inner walls. Those slow strokes were more uncomfortable than painful.

“Relax or this will hurt... a lot.” Hao’s eerily calm voice cut into Yoh’s consciousness, and yet again he willed himself to do as his enemy had told him to do. When he thought he was comfortable with that one finger, Hao pushed another in, splaying his fingers. Yoh yelped, tears forming in his eyes. “I said relax...” Hao nearly purred as he felt Yoh doing as he said. Pulling the fingers away, he replaced them with the tip of his member, slowly pushing inside him. Once the head was buried inside Yoh, Hao waited. He could just take the boy; watching him cry would be fun. However, it was far more entertaining for him to enjoy it as well, something he could remind Yoh of later, when ever the boy would rebel against him. As soon as he was sure Yoh’s body had relaxed sufficiently, he pressed in even further. Placing both of his hand on either side of Yoh’s head, he watched the boy’s face. It was a conflict of pain and pleasure, pleasure seeming to win out. Drawing out of him, Hao paused then drove quickly back inside, smiling as Yoh cried out. The boy’s fingers were digging into the dirt, his body shook. Hao drunk it all in, savoring the scene like a fine liquor. The effect he had on Yoh was interesting, to say the least. All the other times he had fought and forcefully took, his enemies in previous lives, none were as intoxicating as Yoh was. He pushed in and out of him, building a steady but slow rhythm.

Yoh’s mind was sent reeling with each stroke, the pain long had ceased. He couldn’t help but moan, hips twitching every time Hao pushed into him. Hao shifted his weight to one hand, the other leaving it’s spot near his head. Yoh’s eyes went wide as Hao’s half gloved fingers wrapped around his member, adding a jerk to it every time he thrust inside him. His breath came in short gasps, tension building in his body as he neared his release.

Hao felt Yoh tighten slightly around him and decided to make a game out of how loudly he could make Yoh moan. He stopped for a moment and pulled Yoh’s left leg up, the soft but well muscled limb pushing against Hao’s chest and shoulder. After adjusting his position a little he leaned forward again, length entering Yoh more fully than before. He smiled as Yoh cried out, body lifting a bit from the ground. Each thrust made Yoh tighten around him, bringing Hao closer to the pleasure his body cried for. Hao clenched his teeth and did his best to wait for the boy to finish before him. Much to his surprise Yoh’s hands left the ground and clutched at him; one hand gripping his arm firmly, the other his shoulder.

Time ceased to function for Yoh, his body wanting nothing but a release from the tension in it. His eyes unfocused as they stared blurrily at the dark green leaves contrasting against the light blue sky. All of his world narrowed to a single point and he thought of nothing but the pleasure wracking his small frame. Then his world shattered, wringing a loud moan from his lips as his orgasm hit. The pleasure spread like fire, burning in his veins while it spread to the rest of his body, making him stiffen as his mind clutched to the sensation.

The sudden tightness around Hao and the sight of Yoh bucking under him was too much. After two more thrusts, he released, seed filling Yoh’s already slick insides. His hips twitched as he moaned, eyes barely open and watching Yoh. The pleasure faded quickly, even as he tried to cling to it; much like fire chasing a snowflake. They collapsed together, Hao forgetting his wariness of Yoh for a moment and laid his head on Yoh’s chest. He eased the boy’s leg back down against the grass, not wanting to harm him anymore than he already had. Shaking arms wrapped around Hao’s back. It amused him to see the boy respond in such away, wondering how long it would take Yoh to remember their predicament. He knew Yoh couldn’t seriously injury him so he relaxed in his arms, struggling to regain control of his breath. A few peaceful minutes passed this way; both boy’s breaths slowing, their eyes closed. Hao lifted his hips, wincing as he slid out of Yoh. It seemed that was the very thing that popped their peaceful bubble; Yoh suddenly remembered who was laying on top of him.

With what little strength that was left in his arms, Yoh pushed Hao off of him, scooting back and away from him. There was little fear in his eyes, as usual, but more of a spark of anger. He hadn’t settled on who he wanted to be with, only who he had to, having the choice of his first time ripped from him made him angry beyond all words. He never had any choice in the things that mattered to him; he had to marry Anna, he had to train to be the shaman king, and Hao forced himself to be the first. Hao just watched him, smirking smugly to himself. Yoh gathered himself to stand, a bit stiff and weak kneed after all that had went on. Quickly he grabbed his pants an pulled them on, glaring at Hao the whole time. Since Hao didn’t leave his spot on the ground, Yoh turned on his heel and headed back to his friends.

“Yoh!” Hao called sharply, pulling himself up to sit crossed legged. “This won’t be the only time we do this, I hope you realize. Once every couple of days I want you to wander away from your friends... Or I’ll come for you myself, and slaughter any of those weak shaman you call friends that get in my way.” Hao stood, chuckling at Yoh’s expression. He pulled his pants on then strode over to Yoh, lightly stroking his cheek. “I can’t stop now that I’ve gotten to taste you... You’re much sweeter than any of the others.” Yoh jerked his head away from Hao’s touch, smacking aside his hand. He chuckled and turned, bending down to gather his cloak. “Enjoy what ever time you have with your friends... and I’ll see you in a few days.” Hao waved and walked from the clearing, leaving Yoh to himself once again.


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