Hikaru could not yet rise his eyes. He felt excited, but at the same time extremely vexed by all he had just been told. He sipped some more sake. Only then he dared saying something.

"I am afraid Hayashi and I were rather conservative regarding sex..."

Yomi showed a roguish grin.

"Ah... Yes... I can imagine..."

Yomi could not avoid the irony. The King even caressed his own chest, recalling that wild night of his youth. Bringing all those lustful moments back to mind had aroused  consequences in the present - He could feel his sex harden under his robe.

"Are you doubting my words, Yomi sama?"

Yomi still smiled. That polite puritanism was one of the things that made Hikaru more adorable. He was starting to share Hayashi's opinion - Yes... Hikaru was hot; somehow he had just overlooked all that...

"The fact is I cannot picture a youko like Hayashi as the conservative kind..."

Hikaru became rather aware of the irony in Yomi's exxpression. His shut eyes seemed to smile in a peculiar fashion. Yes, yes... He had no means to deny it, and Yomi sama knew it somehow. The truth is that Hayashi had a deliciously twisted mind regarding sex...

"Then?" Yomi prompted softly, smiling to Hikaru.

"Then what?"

"Hayashi must have been ingenious in his love-making, was he not?"

Hikaru finished another cup. He could easily let the subject slip out of their conversation, but in fact he wanted to offer Yomi an answer. He was already drunk enough not to mind talking about that anymore.

"He enjoyed speaking dirty in my ear as we made love."

Yomi felt delighted with it.

"I would appreciate it a lot in a partner." Yomi faced Hikaru then showing a sweet, and at the same time seductive expression. He hoped the grey fox had grasped the message... "Is it all?"

There was a somewhat long silence between them, till Hikaru knocked the empty cup on the table, with determination.

"Alright, Yomi sama. You won."

Yomi laughed, and Hikaru continued, a little vexed. The King was too curious!

"Truth is Hayashi was a bit too demanding..."

Hikaru paused, and Yomi's smile widened, but the king waited patiently for the youko to reveal it further.

"He wanted to have sex anytime and anywhere... Even in public..."

Yomi savored a little more of his sake. A rosy tone appeared on his pale cheeks.

"A-ha! I knew there must be something! Hayashi enjoyed the thrill of public sex!"

Hikaru turned his eyes down for a moment.

"Well... It was rather embarrassing sometimes... It would be an scandal if we were caught... And he wanted to make love several times a day..."

"Oh... What a terrible problem..."

Hikaru chuckled with Yomi's ironic comment... Yes...
 

It seemed he had been reborn to whole different, more enthusiatic life. What made the difference was Hayashi, naturally, but a few details also should be taken into recognition.

Hikaru had noticed his father started to take him into higher account after he had openly decided not to bow before everything his brother said.  The latest City Council had found Hikaru much to speak and discuss about, very differently from the past. The Prince had always used to just be sit by his father's right side, but never taking active part in the meeting.

Many other relatives also looked up at him now, satisfied with the fact he had broken his engagement. Hikaru had discovered then that his ex-fiancee was extremely unpopular among his family due to her arrogant manners. In addition to all that, the prince had also gained a lot more of respect and support from nobles and commoners   alike, due to his newly-acquired attitude.

One aspect had not changed though. Court life was composed of gossip, flattery and showing off, all wrapped in a cover-up of polite socialization. Hikaru would still not take part in it. Mainly now, that his slave occupied so much of his time and energy...

However, Hikaru could not keep himself locked all the while, not to arouse too many suspicions...

He had announced the end of his engangement mere three days ago, and his life had already turned into a constant fox-hunt. The daughers of many influencial noble youko families had made the palace into their favorite gathering place, always interested in meeting Hikaru.

Hikaru often sought shelter from these nubile vixens spending time in his favorite retreat -  a small stone garden in the back ward of the Palace. That area was off-side the main garden, attached to base of the giant mountain which was the foundation of the whole palace. There Hikaru had his own sanctuary, where he used to sit alone for hours, and where he was hardly molested. A circular line of long upright rocks surrounded that spot, like a makeshift palisade. There was a small cave, a creak along the mountain wall atthe bottom, where he had placed a personal srhine to his ancestors and Inari. That den had always been a place where he could spent time alone, or distracted with activities Mitsui had always abhorred, like practicing calygraphy, reading poems or merely drinking tea and meditating.

But presently he had a most charming slave at his side. Hayashi would not leave Hikaru on his own unless he had to. The brown fox had got so deeply into his slave-act, that he did not mind to perform some tasks such as preparing the table for tea or dinner, preparing Hikaru's baths, or shining his boots. While they remained in that Garden, Hayashi contently attended the Heir's needs, serving him sake and other refreshments.

The prince was sitting quietly at a long stone bench in one corner of his small sanctuary, keeping a small book in his hand. He read it calmly, while Hayashi sat on the ground at a convenient distance from the prince. Sitting on his ankles, the slave kept a very quiet, respectful pose, but instead of lowering his head in servilitude, Hayashi fixed at his master and lover the most mischievous gaze.

Neither one would say anything. They just wanted to be near, to exchange fleeting but loving glimpses, and enjoy the company one of the other. They were needless of  words.  Although they had been together for no more than three weeks, they already knew each other well enough to converse without any words. One small gesture, one particular way of smiling, a winking eye, a soft tilt of the head, one peculiar way of waving the tail, twitching the ears or tossing the hair... They had developed a very particular language already.

Hayashi wanted to go back to their room. It was all said in that sly glint in the corner of his golden eyes, and in the slight way his lips curved in a smile.

Hikaru focused in the book, but he took one instant to look at Hayashi in the eye. He smiled, but shook his head in a slow fashion, furrowing his brow a little in a sexy reproach.

The brown youko acquiesced very solemnly. It was his attitude whenever Hikaru reminded him of his duties and affairs as the first son of the King.

It was then the delicious calmness they shared was disturbed. Hikaru's ears twitched and he instantly darted his eyes towards the sound of approaching feet stepping over the gravelled floor.

Hikaru looked up at the group of six young ladies, all dressed in their richest, most beautiful attires, coming in his direction with the brightest of smiles. They were vixens he already knew vaguely, who had been invited to the palace by Hikaru's parents.

It had been useless to complain with the King Yousai, his father, and Queen Tama, his mother, that he wished to choose a new engagement wisely, without being rushed. The Prince observed candidly that after a 30-year bethrotal he must be given some breathing space.

But Yousai-sama did not consider his son's point. Hikaru could recall perfectly his father's grave voice retorting to him that he must be given breeding space instead.

Well... He could not oppose his King and father, no matter how much nuisance it brought him. It would be much more difficult to keep his relationship with Hayashi if he had the obligation to live with a female and breed. But unfortunately it was his duty.

Hayashi looked at them coming their way with a very annoyed expression. His waving tail froze in a bristled reaction, and he sniffed the air, detesting the way those female smelled...

"There they come, Mr. Breeder..."

Hikaru arched one eyebrow, mischievously reprimanding Hayashi's comment.

"Hayashi... You know there's no way I can dodge this situation..."

Hayashi smiled, and he grumbled something, but Hikaru did not grasp what, as his attention was focused on the beautiful ladies that have invaded his quiet small shrine.

The grey fox got on his feet to graciously welcome the ladies. He bowed his head before them, and they responded with the most radiant smiles and elegant curtseys, so perfect and simultaneous that it seemed to have been painstakingly rehearsed.

He had been taught to be a diplomat. To act with a smile on his lips if the situation required so, even if it disgusted him deeply. Thus he invited them closer, and as he sat back, they gathered around him,

A pretty white-furred female preceded the others, and boldly sat next to Hikaru, so close that the dog fox shifted a little aside, politely.

"We have heard you were always here at this time, Prince Hikaru. We imagined you might enjoy company."

Another female, a giggling reddish one, hurried to sit by Hikaru's other side. Now the Heir was circled, as the rest of them elegantly sat on their ankles on the ground, all before Hikaru, surrounding him completely.

Hayashi shook his head as he beheld such a scene. Poor Hikaru...

"You are always alone..." The reddish one commented then. She was so close to Hikaru that their tails brushed, as they waved. The grey male shuddered with the contact, but on the sake of appearances and good manners, he did not protest. All he did was to let his tail hang straight, very still.

A gorgeous silvery female leaned forward, and she made the gesture of reaching out to touch the prince's knees, but she stopped halfway. She indicated Hayashi with a contemptuous tilt of her head.

"He is just a slave. You should be with your peers."

Hikaru could not give them any response. As he was about to say something, another of the girls delicately cut him.

"My family counts on your presence to have dinner tomorrow, my prince. My father allowed me to dance and sing in your honor."

"We understand this must be a very delicate moment for you, Prince Hikaru. Breaking an engagement is not an easy thing... But I am sure you will find a much better fiancee very soon." A sensual black female added, lowering her big blue eyes before the Prince in sexy submitance. "One who really loves you..." She added, in a very direct indirect...

Hikaru never said anything. It seemed they were so frenzied to be friendly and establish conversation with the young Heir, that they would not give him opportunity to speak. There was a kind of competition between those vixens, each of them willing to be more friendly and kind to Hikaru than the other...

"Mitsui would not value you enough my Prince. We know you are brave and bright. You deserve a vixen who would be willing to devote all her life and love to you."

Another one indicated the brown golden-eyed dog-fox who sat quietly off the scene.

"You are so courageous, Prince Hikaru... How could you tame that fierce Beast?"

"Yes! Please tell us! We know you are meek enough not to boast your deeds, but it must have been such a heroic act!"

They heard a rustle, but it was only Hikaru who turned his eyes towards it. He was the only one to notice Hayashi pressing one hand hard against his mouth, muffling a laughter.

Hayashi winked one eye, and mouthed a lecherous, "Tell them, gorgeous..." To the prince.

The poor grey youko became paler with the impish suggestion.

Hikaru signallled to his slave, and Hayashi got on his feet at once, to serve his master more sake. He diligently brought him the cup on a tray, and poured the drink, very carefully.

Hikaru looked around him as he drank calmly from the cup. He knew his peers had the creeps to see him drinking and eating so trustily whatever Hayashi, whom they called "barbarian" offered him.

Well... They did not know half of the truth...

The master and his slave exchanged one polite little smile. It was then Hayashi dropped the bottle all over Hikaru's lap.

The sake splashed all over his rich silken tunic and his trousers, and Hikaru's jumped up, in a startled reflex.

He looked up at Hayashi with wide, shocked eyes, and the girls protested loudly, terrified with the slave's clumsiness. All of them moved back, in  a haste, not wanting to have their kimonos, dresses and mantles ruined. They stood up also, shocked, angered at the barbarian, calling him with offensive names.

Hayashi hurried to bend one knee and bow before Hikaru. He raised his hands in supplication.

"Please, master, do not punish me! Please, forgive me!" Hayashi begged, with a touching voice. But as he looked up at Hikaru for a moment, the blue-eyed fox saw the foxy mischief twinkling in his eyes, and that usual slant smile cross his lips...

"Stand up, Hayashi! It's an order!"

By then, Hikaru was also making a hard effort not to laugh and ruin all that act. Yes... His fox-partner had been clever... Now he had an excuse to leave...

Hikaru started to brush his hand on the front of his tunic, but Hayashi did not let him, finding a cloth to wipe out the excess sake. It was only Hikaru that noticed the other fox rubbing a very particular spot on his lap, insisting, rubbing up and down, feigning regret but laughing inside of that whole scene...

One of the girls finally made an apart.

"These plant weavers are of no use! They are no good slaves!"

Another agreed, and added.

"You should have him punished, Prince. How dare he ruin your clothing like that?"

"Yes. He's a beast! He doesn't deserve to serve the prince!"

Hayashi raised his holding hands to Hikaru, pleading more for his forgiveness. That youko was indeed an actor; he was acting the perfect slave!

"Please, master! Give me another chance and I will serve you well. Torture me, punish me, but please don't kill me!"

Hikaru's laugh was almost bursting off... A little more of that and he would not be able to hold it back. Oh, Hayashi was so deliciously silly sometimes!

He made a haughty gesture, and Hayashi pulled himself away to give him passage. The ladies did the same, bowing before him.

"I will be back, my ladies. Please, wait for me here. I must change clothes and punish this slave for the nuisance he had caused!"

They agreed, bowing deeper, smiling contently back at the Prince, ready to do as he asked. The silk and linen of their long dresses swished as they elegantly withdrew to give Hikaru passage.

The grey fox still took one moment to stare at his slave in the eye.

"I'll have to teach you not to be so clumsy, slave! And you better learn it or I will have you hanged!"

Hikaru left that area, feiging impatience. Hayashi waited till the prince took a respectful distance of at least three steps to follow him.  But before going after Hikaru, he took a derisive glance that stupid bunch of females. They were all the same; they were interested in the Prince, not in the youko named Hikaru. They were all diggers, like the former one...

He bowed to them, and added a naughty comment, with a very mischievous, dubious smile.

"Do not worry, my ladies. I know how to take very good care of my master..."

The vixens became ghostly pale. Astonished by the slave's impudence, they dared not to say anything, and just watched Hayashi run after the prince.

"Please, master. I am here to serve you... I will find you new clothes, prepare you a perfumed bath and brush your fur the way you like... Don't punish me..."

And Hikaru had to press his mouth harder, not to laugh... Oh... Inari...

He kept on listening to Hayashi's fake pleads for a while, till they reached the exit of that small private garden. He looked over his shoulder to his impertinent slave, and smiled at him, but Hayashi gave him no time to say anything. The youko seized him, holding him in a armlock, and bringing him to a narrow corner behind one large upright stone, like a menhir, which sided the entrance to Hikaru's favorite retreat.

"Hayashi! Are you mad?" The grey youko protested when he was pushed against the stone and felt Hayashi's body press firmly onto his back.

"Your clothes are dirty anyway. Some dog-fox's milk makes no difference..."

Hikaru panicked for a moment. They were so near he could hear the girls voices...

"No, Hayashi! Not here... They can catch us..."

"I want it here. I want to mark my territory, gorgeous. You're mine! They can't have you! No vixen can have you..."

Hikaru knew there was no way he could escape. Hayashi enjoyed making love that way, and he could not deny it aroused him immensely also. They had had intercourse in the Gardens several times, concealed behind rocks or beneath staircases. They had also made it in the palace's corridors, in his brother's bed, inside the fountain at the suspended gardens during one new moon night, behind a wall on a less traversed street of the city...

But there, steps away from a group of ladies among who he was supposed to find his future bride? Hikaru shifted a little to the side to take a glimpse around the stone. There were they, sitting in a circle, passing a mirror one to the other, arranging their elaborate hairs and checking their make up, all of them waiting for him...

"Don't make much noise or they'll find us here..."

"Hayashi..."

"I bet they would flee in terror if they saw what we do together..."

"I... No.. I won't make a sound..."

"Imagine if the King knew this dirty low-life youko is fucking their first born son..."

Hikaru moaned. The fear and the arousal merged into one single, overwhelming sensation inside his body. He closed his eyes, not willing to see the girls any longer...

"You're crazy..."

"Crazy for you, Blue Eyes..."

"Please, don't let me moan too loud... "

The brown youko slipped two fingers into Hikaru's mouth, and his other hand moved down, worming into his pants.

"You are mine, are you not?"

Hikaru just nodded. He mumbled something, but he preferred to slip his tongue around  and over Hayashi's fingers, and suck them hard.

"Even if you get married... Will you still be mine?"

Hikaru nodded again. He sighed in deeply when he felt the touch of his lover's harsh hands around his penis, squeezing it gently.

"Always, Blue Eyes? Will you always be mine?"

Hikaru turned around a little, enough to reach Hayashi's lips with a famished kiss. He smothered his mouth against the other youko's, kissing hard, with all the passion which flamed his demon's heart. All the while, he felt eager hands fumbling down his clothes, pulling them down and aside... The kiss turned into a moan of the purest lust when he felt a warm, smooth body, hard and huge, be rubbed against his own swollen cock.

The parted the kiss to look down together at the way their bodies were pressed tight, and their sexes swelled with the affectionate friction of their embrace.

"You are my love. You will always be my greater love." Hikaru whispered, very lightly, afraid to be spotted by those bothering ladies. He opened his eyes again, just for a moment. They were giggling and talking, very lively.

"He is so handsome!"

"Mitsui is spreading rumors. She says Hikaru left her because he doesn't like females..."

"This is an absurd!"

"She is so resentful!"

"Hikaru is very naive and kind. Did you see the way he treated that idiot?"

"The slave?"

"Yes! He should be flogged for his insolence!"

Hikaru gasped, when he was  turned around. He was pressed firmly against the rock, and Hayashi leaned his weight on his back. Avid fingers clutched around his erection, and the grey youko sensed his lover's hot sex nudge against his buttocks, being pushed right into his entrance.

Hikaru shook his head. No... If Hayashi did it to him that way he would not be able to muffle his groans and cries of delight... He knew he could not remain in silence if he were taken from behind in that fashion...

Hayashi acquiesced, and kissed the back of Hikaru's neck. He licked along his shoulder, unfastening and pulling his tunic down to reveal his tasty pale skin. Hayashi kissed his partner wildly, letting his mouth roam all over his shoulder and back, making him wet with his saliva...

Hikaru twitched and twisted. He pressed his lips firmly to avoid calling attention. His blue eyes widened when he felt Hayashi's fingers move around his hip to probe for his anus. He felt rubbing fingers touch his pucker, making it hotter with the friction.

"Ah... Ah... Please..."

"You like it, don't you prince? I like it too.. You've got such a tight, pretty ass... I love the smell, I love the taste of your hole... I love your big cock... I go crazy when you come all over me..."

Hikaru sucked the fingers which were stuck inside his mouth. He sucked them fervently and started to sway his hips, too aroused by the intense scrubbing of those harsh fingers up and down his sensitive anus.

"Even if you marry, you will still be mine. Those prude maidens will never put out your fire... Only I know how to please you, gorgeous... You know that, don't you?"

Hikaru could only nod his head, in a vehement, desperate agreement. The excitement was piling up high inside him... He held tightly to the rock he was pushed against, and supported his weight on it. Then he was able to part his thighs wider, making Hayashi's caressing fingers touch him deeper.

Hayashi nibbled Hikaru's nape. He nuzzled the sensitive skin along the side of his neck, and placed a fierce kiss right in between Hikaru's shoulderblades.

The grey fox's back arched in a spasm of sensation. That kiss...  His lover's sucking mouth, his teeth marking him, his tongue lapping over his skin, the velvet contact of his warm lips...

The feeling was so overwhelming Hikaru became dizzy. He knew Hayashi had marked him, but he loved it... His body was all covered with bluish love-spots. He had hickeys on his neck, on his breast, on the curve of his waist, on the inside part of his thighs... How could he explain them if he were married? How could he justify them to a wife?

That thought aroused him more. He had to hold his breath not to groan his lustful reaction aloud.

He opened one eye in a reflex when he heard his name being uttered.

"The Queen wishes Hikaru to get married as soon as possible."

"She told me Hikaru likes artistic, intelligent females..."

"That counts you out, isn't it, Rinna-san?"

"My father is King Yousai's best friend. I can enter the palace and be company to the prince whenever I want to..."

"But I am the one Hikaru likes the best. We were friends when kits! We played together! I know he likes my company!"

His ass was so hot it hurt. Hayashi's fingers still worked on it, chafing his entrance, stroking his crevice...

"These girls will never suck your asshole the way I do, Hikaru... Only your low-life Hayashi kisses you the way you like the most..."

The fox trembled from head to toe when he heard Hayashi's lascivous murmur blown into his ear. Then he felt his fingers slip out of his mouth, dripping saliva, and sensed the hot weight of his partner shift downwards along his back.

Hands caressed his sides down to his thighs, pulling his trousers further down. Firm grasping fingers squeezed his buttocks, parting them apart. Then, Hikaru shut his eyes thight, and chewed his lips. He had to keep quiet, he needed to resist, he could not give out any reaction, any moan, any groan, any cry... he could not attract attention...

"So pretty... Pink and hot... I love you, gorgeous... You've got such a cute, tasty ass..." Hayashi murmured very softy while licking the warm flesh of  Hikaru's buttocks.

Hikaru shuddered with delight. His hands held desperately to the stone, as if it were his only link to sanity. When he felt his lover's mouth kiss the very entrance of his ass in one hungry attack he gave out a long cry of pleasure. It was a mute scream, as he managed to keep his voice locked, but his his face and his tense body revealed the whole intensity of his sensation.

He hid his face in between his arms, and his hands covered his own ears. He did not want to see, he did not want to listen to those stupid girls' senseless chat. He squeezed his lips tighter together knowing  he could not give away a single moaning sound.   They were too close; they were less than ten meters away, and Hayashi's lovemaking was always so intense... How could he keep control? How could he...

His erection jerked in a spasm of arousal. He was too hot... He abandoned himself to that wet touch, to the velvet tongue of his lover slipping along his crack, playing with his pucker, and to the titillating ecstasy which filled his body.

"You're so beautiful down here, gorgeous... I want to eat you all up..."

Hikaru froze. He felt the tip of Hayashi's tongue probe into his hole, slipping around the over-sensitive ring... His knees trembled, and when he opened his eyes, he almost panicked... Looking at the other side of that area, towards the gravelled alley which took to the Palace's, he found another group approaching...

Hikaru could not move. He pressed himself closer to the rock. He fought back his excitement to take a look in all directions, analysing his position. The mountain's steep was on his back and a line of stones concealed them from the ladies who waited inside his refuge. He could not be seen by the group who came from the left to reach the entrance to his sanctuary but...

Oh... Inari...

It was his mother, the Queen, escorted by two handmaidens!

He became so nervous he almost started to weep. Oh... .No... Not his mother... She was already suspicious of his relationship with Hayashi... No...

His hands moved down, to warn Hayashi and maybe make him stop, but the youko continued his kissing, harder yet. His tongue was intense like a wild animal assailing his tight hole... He could even hear the sound of  his slipping, stroking tongue lapping against his flesh, flickering his orifice faster and harder like a whip of lust...

His cock throbbed... He could feel the veins along his erection almost explode with the fierce rush of excitement within him.

He prayed deeply to Inari not to be found when he saw his mother and her attendants cross the gateway into that recluded stone garden. He heard the ladies welcoming the Queen very kindly, and had to press his mouth against his arm not to gasp too loud. He felt Hayashi shift position. The brown youko sat down on the floor with his back onto the stone. He made Hikaru prance up his rear while he eagerly pulled his trousers down to his ankles.

Hikaru felt his cheeks flush when he imagined what it would be like to be caught that way, but his erection was too hot with desire.

The brown youko finished stripping Hikaru's trousers. Then he made the grey fox part his knees and pull one leg up and over his shoulder and positioned himself in between his thighs. Hayashi threw his head back and pushed the grey youko down, making him sit on his face, delving his nose and his kissing mouth deeper into that pale's, delicious rear...

Hikaru's tail lashed against Hayashi's chest, stroking him ardently. He felt he could die when he sensed the fierce kiss right on the sensitive spot of flesh in between his balls and his crevice... It was wild.. It was...

He trembled vigorously... It was like a kiss on the very core of his body... Hayashi sucked his flesh with energy, pressing his tongue firmly, nibbling, munching and pushing him tighter down against his face. His hands squeezed the prince's buttocks so evilly that it hurt. Hikaru knew he would be bruised... More marks he could never explain to a wife...

"I was informed my son was here."

"He was, Queen Tama, but the clumsy slave he keeps caused a disaster, and Hikaru had to hurry to clean himself and wear new clothing."

"The barbarian dropped sake all over the prince! He should be diligently punished."

"But the prince informed us he will be back shortly. We were told to wait for his return."

"I fear my son is spending too much time in company of that youko. He might have surrendered to our King's mercy, but he is a golden-eyed youko. His influence might be harmful to the Prince."

"My Queen, have you heard about the mean rumors Mitsui-san is spreading?"

"Give no attention to her. She should be grateful to my son. He was suspicious of her fidelity to him."

"Hikaru must be very disilusioned."'

"In fact, he is very satisfied with the breaking of his engagement vows."

Hikaru was listening, but he was not sure of the meaning of it all. The only real thing that mattered to him at that moment was that ardent mouth kissing his ass, and slipping up to kiss his balls, mouthing one testicle and then the other in a wet, sucking caress.

He looked at the scene acted by the ladies and the Queen and felt it all so distant... It was almost like a parallel reality... His mother, sided by her handmaidens, surrounded by young ladies, has just started discursing about why he should find a good wife before the whole Kingdom found Mitsui's rumors were not only lies...

His body trembled with arousal... Hayashi changed position again, and pulled Hikaru further down, sliding his parted butt along his chest. He supported the grey youko's weight with his arms, helping him straddle his stomach.

Hayashi looked up and smiled to Hikaru for a moment.

"No vixen will blow you like I do..." The brown youko announced, with an entranced  whisper, before deep-throating Hikaru in one long, slow dive...

Hikaru started to move his hips forwards and back, making his gleaming cock slip in and out of Hayashi's mouth. Hikaru tried to be careful not to cause his partner to choke and make noises that might attract attention. But Hayashi was too wild! His hands grasped Hikaru's butt firmly, commanding his thrusting movements, pushing and pulling that huge cock dive into his throat to the top, packing his whole mouth...

A convulsion shook Hikaru's body. A tremor ran up his spine, and he bit his lips and let his weight fall upon Hayashi's chest. His cock twitched, jerked, and then, in one last thrust, Hayashi's mouth was filled with his cream...

Hayashi swallowed all he could, and soon Hikaru, still trembling from that devastating orgasm, changed position, crouching before him. The prince leaned over and cleaned the other fox's smeared lips with a kiss. It was a kiss which tasted his lover's warm saliva mixed to the taste of his own semen - It was a kiss with the flavor of their love, of their bonds, and of the extremely arousing passion they shared.... It was the best of all possible kisses...

Then, after a quick glimpse to be sure everything was still safe, Hikaru  hurried to go down on his lover. His mouth searched for Hayashi's beautiful erection voraciously.

"It is not uncommon that young nobles find some diversion with boys or young slaves. In a way it is better than sprawling bastards all over the Kingdom. But I assure you that Mitsui's rumors are ramblings of a bitter, piqued ex-fiancee. The Prince will fulfill his obligations and get a wife and procreate. Hikaru knows the Kingdom's lineage depends on him."

"Yes... Suck my dick, prince... Suck me dry... Swallow it up... No female will give you this hot, male-meat's milk..."

Hikaru sucked fiercely, and Hayashi bent over him to murmur sexy obscenities in his ear... He loved it.. Yes... His youko was right... No female, neither a lady nor a whore, could give him that... Hayashi's hands wormed around his chest to squeeze his nipples, and he felt teeth closing around the tip of his left ear, nibbling it, licking it and then starting to bite down along the rim in a teasing play.

Hayashi nuzzled his partner's hair, and rubbed his nipples harder.

"Eat that dick... Yes... Make me come... I've got a lot of youko's cream here, and it's all for you, gorgeous..." The brown youko murmured into the grey one's ear, with his voice tight and husky by the urge of excitement that filled him up, dragging him to a limit, dragging him to the...

"Ahhh..."

"Have you heard something?"

"No, my Queen..."

"I count on you, my ladies, to provide my son with a healthier distraction. You shall have free access to this palace, and I assure you the King and I will make absolute question of our son's presence before you."

"Yes, her Majesty."

"Prince Hikaru will be freed of all his sorrows and preocupations in our company."

"We live to serve Your Majesties and the Prince."

The lovers cuddled together. Hayashi smiled as he gasped for air. It had been such a wild lovemaking...

Hikaru rested his head on his slave's chest. He had tucked his right hand under his tunic, and slowly drew caressing circles around his navel, while he observed his beautiful member relaxing across the open front of his trousers. He would not say a word; in a somber, introspective mood, Hikaru just listened to the not so distant conversation.

He sighed; they wanted to take Hayashi from him...

The sloven, but deliciously sexy brown fox smiled to the prince. He shuffled his grey hair with a caressing hand, and let the touch slide down all along his neck and his back, till his waist. His fingers squeezed the soft flesh on the side of his waist in a way he knew it would tickle him.

Hikaru had to hold his breath and press his lips hard not to laugh.

Hayashi reached for the prince's trousers, which he had thrown to the floor, and handed them to him.

"Was it good for you?"

Hikaru stroked his auburn hair. He looked at him passionately.

"I love you. No one else can give me what you do."

Hayashi assented mildly. He helped Hikaru to fit his dirt, torn tunic.

"Hayashi; You risk too much..."

Hikaru tried to get into his trousers the best he could while still sitting by his fox's side. He shifted and twisted and tossed a little, careful not to call much attention, then he fastened himself.

"I know you love the thrill... That's what you missed in your life: emotion."

Hikaru kissed his sun-tanned face softly. That alien fox was right. It had been such a dull, predictable life before and now there was not a day, not a single lovemaking that was equal the other... But he feared for his handsome brown fox's safety.

His answer was a murmur into Hayashi's semi-parted lips, almost like a kiss.

"If they catch us, I would merely be forced to marry right away. But you... They would have you impalled before the palace's gates..."

The brown-fox frowned. His face became serious for one short moment but soon he squeezed Hikaru in his arms, and smiled beautifully to him. His lips slid up his soft hair to whisper right into his ear.

"But it was good, was it not?"

Hikaru agreed with a vigorous movement of his head. His smile widened, and he indicated the garden behind that stone with a gesture.

"How do we get out of here without being noticed?"

A deliciously twisted smile showed in the brown youko's face. His fangs glinted in the corner of his ironic grin, and he winked one eye to the Heir again.

"Who says we're leaving? They'll get tired of waiting. I know the prince is too busy to attend..."

Hikaru seemed shocked. But in fact, he felt like staying in Hayashi's arms. He did not want to have that idillic moment disturbed. They were very well sheltered from peeking eyes, and if they remained quiet their presence would never be noticed.

Better be there, with ears shut to the women's talk and just enjoy his lover's cozy warmth.

"What are your next plans, you silly-youko? Making it under a stand at the city's market? In a corner at the Sentinel Towers of the front walls? Behind shelves inside the Public Library?"

"In the Throne Room? During an audience? There is a very cosy blind spot beneath one of the pillars, right at the entrance..."

The emotion was so intense Hikaru could not breathe for a moment. The King, the ministers, his brother, and many officials, guards and attendants would be abounding the Throne Room then. If they were caught..."

"There is an important ministerial hearing scheduled for tomorrow..."

Hayashi patted the other dog-fox's head.

"Remember not to wear your scale armour, or it will be a disaster."

Hikaru chuckled, agreeing and wrinkling his nose in a mischievous, foxy-like expression. Hayashi kissed the tip of his nose then.

"Good... I'll make it your best hearing ever, Blue Eyes..."
 
 

"Oh my! I like this guy! We would share a good laugh and lots of drinks if we had met!"

Hikaru smiled too. Yes. His Hayashi would appreciate that too. He was always sociable, always happy, always extroverted...

"I miss his lively ways too. He was always in a good-mood." The grey fox blushed intensely, but he was not vexed to confess it this time. "And his lovemaking was great..."

Hikaru made his move. Another red piece joined the others onto the game board.
 

Kurama put his hands on his hips. Then he looked down at the defeated figure abandoned at his feet - Hiroshi, the Walking Pestilence.

They had argued violently. That weirdo had claimed the leadership to himself boasting he was the most powerful of them all. Kurama had tried not to get into the mood of a real fight, keeping as cool and collected as possible, till Hiroshi had tried to attack him.

Kurama had dodged the clammy touch of his hand in time to avoid the bane. He counterattecked then, and with a twist of his body he was nimble enought to shuffle a handful of pollen grains right into his face, filling his eyes, his mouth and his nose with the strongest dope he could think of.

It took the brown youko just a short breath in, and then he dropped, out of action, in convulsions, trembling and frothing at the mouth like a rabid fox. Kurama had used an overdose enough to keep that bastard off for days...

Peace at last!

He kicked the brown youko's side, and made him roll over. Hiroshi was totally out of his senses, loose like a ragged doll. That idiot had defied his orders for the very last time. Now he could take the course of action he preferred as long as he did not oppose him again.

That fox was truly a psychopath. And that operation was getting too risky for Kurama's taste. He had had many terrible surprises during unplanned attacks in his youth. Now, as he was getting more mature, he found he preferred carefully planned actions to impetuous assaults.

The silvery youko turned his back to the fainted Hiroshi and faced the mob. They were all surrounding him now, with their tails in between their legs. Kurama recalled that at the moment the conflict actually irrupted between him and Hiroshi all of them fled away; even Amatsubu.

Idiots... It was no surprise Foxes did not engage into group operations. The more of them were gathered, the more coward they seemed to become.

He had said it all before, nevertheless, Hiroshi had defied him. Well. He'd better repeat it all and make sure his orders were clear, or else reinforce them with more persuasive methods, if necessary...

He called Maigo closer with an impatient gesture. Then, he signalled to Minato to come to him also.

He looked at them right in the eye, in a hard way. His eyes were not softened not even towards Minato, who was his lover then. Kurama knew, inside his demon heart that nothing mattered but success. His plans must be carried out perfectly. He had no one he would actually mourn in that gang - each and every member of his crew was nothing but a throw-away element.

The days in which he had cared for his companions were long gone - Lost on the wings of time...

"Take the garbage away." He ordered, indicating Hiroshi. "Dispose him anywhere near the City's gates. If he wants his brother so dearly, let him go after him on his own!"

Minato was about to dare saying something, backed by the impression that being Kurama's lay gave him privileges. But the youko glared at him so intensely that the red fox turned his eyes down and grumbled an excuse immediately.

Maigo and Minato just acquiesced, as Amatsubu closed in. The black, odd-eyed fox glanced at the inert youko at Kurama's feet, then bowed slightly before his leader, in a compliment for his attitude.

"You should have done it a long ago, Kurama..."

The silver youko gave his scout a black look as well.

"At least now I know I am surrounded by chickens, not foxes!"

No youko dared to make any apart. They knew the leader was right. They had indeed abandoned the sinking boat when they saw Hiroshi reach out for Kurama with his infectious touch. No one could imagine the youko would be able to swerve such a certain death.

"This is the first time I gather a youko's gang, and certainly it will be the last. If we had not come this far I would have already aborted this mission. But now I will go on with it, no matter what."

They approached Kurama quietly, forming a humble circle around the chief. Shizuke, finally recovered from wound he had suffered, kneeled down before the silver youko. He could not speak, but his defeated posture spoke for him.

"Thanks to the information we found we now there is a merchant's expedition to reach the city in 7 days, in the maximum. We are leaving these mountains to try to ambush them, and blend into the caravan. Then we will be able to enter those idiots' stronghold suffering no casualties." The youko breathed in. He was mindful to speak it all clearly and slowly, so even the stupidiest of them could understand. "Once inside, we disband. You pillage the vaults in the houses of the richest families; Amatsubu and Shizuke go for the Palace's Treasure; I will seize the King."

They looked one at the other, astonished for that detail. Kurama had not mentioned it before...

"Be careful. You have to attack first, and attack to kill. These bastards can make a whole tower shake and crumble on your heads with a single tap of their feet on the ground! Kill everything that moves! All I care about is my treasure. No Blue-eyed youko must survive!"

Amatsubu dared an apart.

"Kurama... Why do you want the King?"

The silver fox pondered for a moment whether he should give that information to his second in command. But he snorted, and revealed it, with a contemptuous smirk.

"Some important slave traders are wiling to pay a fortune to have him. The leader of the Blue-Eyed Youko can weave gems which are more valuable and pure than the clearest tear of the koorime. They create diamonds out of handfuls of clay..."

Minato was open mouthed.

"Kurama... How are you going to get him? It's an insane thing to do..."

The silver youko's expression changed into a decisive frown when he looked down at his partner.

"Don't worry, Minato. You don't need to worry about risking your neck. I'll do it on my own." The youko's face changed again, into a fierce fury, as he stared intensely at each of his subordinates. He waved a finger before them, demanding total obedience. "We are about to wipe out a whole city; it requires a pact. We will never give away our names nor any information about ourselves. We will never say anything, not even to our dearest lovers about this strike."

All of them agreed, acquiescing their heads as one.

"No one will ever say anything about this assault; Never. No enemy shall be left to tell the tale and hire hunters to track us down and kills us in revenge. Do you understand?"

They agreed again. It was then Kurama extended his hand, palm up. One by one, the youko piled their hands one onto the other, in a firm, grasping sucession.

"We will never say a word to anyone." They vowed, in unison.

Kurama smiled, wickedly. Then he added.

"No Blue-Eyed Youko shall survive."

They agreed, without a second thought.
 

To be Continued...