Little Prince
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A/N: Neither Sesshoumaru or Kurama belong to me, they belong to someone else, sad but
true. This is the first part in a possible trilogy. It’s a lot
shorter than the other two, oh well it’s more like a prequel more than a first
chapter anyway.
Warnings: Contains shouta ai, Yaoi, and swearing. If
you don’t like it, than don’t read
it. It’s as simple as that. Peace out.
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Sesshoumaru stomped out of his father’s castle and
into the courtyard, trying desperately to rid himself of the annoying human
servants. They were a nuisance and he couldn’t bring himself to comprehend
why the Lord of the Western Lands always kept them around. His mother
apparently shared his views on them, which was a relief to the young inu prince. He needed at least one person to stand
with him when arguing with his father about such matters, as little help as she
was. “It’s better than nothing I suppose,” he quietly muttered to himself
stopping his angry tromp only when he was satisfied that he was far enough away
from his father’s castle.
Frustration welled up inside of him the more he thought about the events in his
life, his father, the way his mother catered to his every word and need. How
could any man want a boneless woman like that was absurd, he would never in his
life let any one lean on him so. If someone by chance just happened to
start being dependant on him he would make sure to get ride of them at the
first possible moment. It was useless to keep around someone who couldn’t
think or do anything for themselves without permission.
The soft patter of feet slowly drew him out of his thoughts. He hissed
under his breath, hating the fact that it was probably his father’s guards
coming to bring him home. He wasn’t so young that he couldn’t take care
of himself for a few moments inside of his father’s own domain. It was
ridiculous. Then something accrued to him, the sounds were coming too
close too fast, followed by istance yells too faint
to make out but they were there none the less. Had someone gotten through
the boarders without the guards knowledge?
He snorted, well that was nearly impossible. One of the reasons everyone
was so afraid to meddle with the Lord of the Western Lands was because of his
ruthlessness to invaders and trespassers. He ruled with an iron fist and,
in Sesshoumaru’s mind, ruled it well.
Sesshoumaru turned and pressed himself against the
side of a tree trying to make himself as invisible as
he could in white silk robes in the middle of a lush green forest. He
peered through the brush toward the sound of the padding feet and in the matter
of a few moments another flash of white caught his eye, moving too fast for him
to make out the figure but he could smell it. Just
barely.
The figure stopped just a few feet from the young princes hiding spot looking
around as if to find a hiding place of his own.
His long white hair and tail swished in the faint breeze, golden eyes seemed to
glow in the moonlight and ears flicked this way and that catching every little
sound that the forest made.
Sesshoumaru barely hid his gasp. He had heard
of such creatures before during his classes, of course, being a prince required
him to be forced to learn about everything the world possessed weather in may
be myth or fact. The myth portion of his classes always held his interest more
than the facts. One in particular was about a silver fox demon, not red
like most, just one kitsune youkai
with such beauty that no one else could ever come close to having. Only a
few supposed sighting in the past three hundred years made the angelic creature
a ‘possible myth.’ Yet the sketches in his books never could capture the
shining light that the beast in front of him held. “Kirei,”
he whispered not bothering to keep the awe out of his voice.
The
creature jerked and turned to face the young prince slanted golden eyes
widening in shock then narrowing in anger. He reached out his clawed hand
and grasped the inu by his neck, “Far from home
little runt, aren’t we?” it hissed, even his voice brought such in impact on
the young lord that his body shivered. “Do you know what it means to have
laid eyes on me?”
Sesshoumaru managed to glare at the taller demon,
“You will unhand me now, peasant,” he ordered trying to find some strength to
put into his voice.
The creature smiled, his shining eyes sparkling with mischief, “The little boy
prince wonders out at night and gets himself in trouble. I could crush
your throat right now if I so wanted to. Unfortunately you could be my
ticket out of here.” The kitsune grabbed
him and gracefully climbed the tree, the leaves seemed to bend and shift to
hind both their bodies from the oncoming guards.
Long nails gently traced patterns on Sesshoumaru’s
neck, “Now little prince, just stay here and be quiet and I might think to let
you live another night,” hot breath whispered in his pointed ears causing goose
pimples to spread across his skin. He could feel the others steady
heartbeat against his back. Never before had he been
this close to another creature in his life. He softly sighed and
leaned against his back against him relaxing into the hold. He felt the
other slightly twitch, surprising him with the contact.
“I won’t yell for help,” Sesshoumaru whispered back,
“Just tell me your name.”
The silver youkai chuckled softly in his ear, nails
still trailing patters yet no longer seemed threatening, “I could give you any
name that I chose.”
“Then give me that, peasant,” he hissed becoming slightly irritated at the
fox’s games, “Or should I just call you ‘Kitsune.’”
The
youkai gently nuzzled his ear, starting at the tip
and stopping at the lobe. “I can hear your heart beat little prince.” As
if to emphasize his words he reached around and placed his other hand on his
chest, gently trailing his nails in patterns to the rhythm of the ones on his
neck. “I can feel it beating practically out of your chest,” he voice
turned low and husky, “Are you scared, or do you feel something else.”
He felt the kitsune’s tongue lap against the side of
his neck. He hissed through his clenched teeth, his lower regions thightening, “Stop with these games Kitsune,
or I will have your pretty head for a trophy over my bedchamber.”
He chuckled again, pausing in his teasing to watch the guards below them, “Shhh, little prince, or you shall get us both killed.”
Sesshoumaru nodded and arched his back reaching
behind him and gripping the tops of the kitsune youkai thighs not caring if his was being laughed at.
The kitsune lightly lapped the side of his neck and
slipped a hand into his robes, nails caressing the bare skin of his chest
stopping to tease one of his nipple into a small hard
bud.
Sesshoumaru let out a small moan and gripped his
thighs harder, his own nails digging into skin.
“Responsive aren’t we, little prince? Yet I can’t help to feel that I am
molesting a small helpless child. I do have some morals you know,” the
silver fox whispered low enough for only the inu
prince to hear not pausing in his touching and teasing.
“What is it?” he heard one of the guards ask, only now realizing that another
guard was stopped under their tree and looking up at it.
“Kitsune!” Sesshoumaru hissed, “They know that we are here.”
“Hush, little prince,” the youkai answered, baring
one of the young prince’s shoulders and nibbling on it while slipping his other
hand under the white robes he wore to grip the small hardness between his legs.
Sesshoumaru jerked in the older demons arms and
moaned again, this time louder.
The guard beneath the tree shook his head and called back to his companion,
“Fucking lower class youkai, can’t find a decent
place to fuck. He’s not over here”
“Spread the squads out. Find him!” the first guard shouted loud enough
for the nearby patrols to hear.
Sesshoumaru panted and squeezed his eyes shut as the
older youkai’s hand working between his legs in a
steady rhythm. The kitsune moved under him,
rubbing against his bottom in beat with his hand the evidence of his own desire
pressed tight against his smaller body.
The young heir to the Western Lands felt himself flying,
nothing existed outside of the warmth behind him and the skilled hand between
his legs stroking him, touching him in a way that no one else had touched him
before. The pressure in his lower regions was
indescribable, the pleasure so great that he thought if it lasted any longer
his entire body would just explode the force of what he was feeling.
He arched his body pressing the other youkai against
the trunk of the tree forcing the hand to grip him almost painfully, sparks
danced in front of his eyes and in the distance he thought he vaguely heard
someone howl.
The kitsune chuckled as the small inu
prince sagged on top of him, his breath coming out in little pants, his small
pink tongue just barely stuck out between slightly open lips. He was
positively adorable. He slowly let go of the boy and slid his hand
out from under his robes, smiling as he reached his hand up and began licking
the child’s desire from his fingers. Slowly sucking on his digits as if
to savor the flavor, “You taste so good, little puppy,” he purred causing the
hair by the inu’s pointed ear to slightly rustle, “we
should do this again, when you are just a little older, ne?”
Sesshoumaru was surprised that he felt himself nod,
just barely trying to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat.
The other youkai chuckled again, his voice low and
husky, “Then perhaps I should pay another visit later down the road. For
now I have to leave.” He gave the young prince’s neck a soft kiss, “Good
bye little puppy.”
And he was gone.
Sesshoumaru blinked and looked around only to catch a
flash of silver to the side of him then nothing. The only sent in the air
was the musky smell of sex, not a trace of the kitsune
was any where but the fingers the curled around his memory.
The
young prince growled deep in his throat and straightened out his white robes,
climbing down from the tree. The slightly damp moss felt cool and soft
beneath his bare feet as he quickly walked towards his father’s castle forcing himself not to look back in the
direction that he saw the departing splash of white against the green forest.
“I will remember this day, Kitsune,” the heir to the
Western Lands hissed to the trees, shame settling deep with in his heart at
what had just happened, “Next time I will not be so weak!”
*owari*
A/N: Since I got so many reviews asking me to update this, I already have.
Please look for 'Lost loves, Mended Hearts.' ...Gotta
do something about that title, I HATE it >:(