Sesshoumaru and Kouga: The Teen Years

You've Got to Be Kidding

Sesshoumaru appeared from a walk-in dressing closet larger than most of the guest chambers at the Castle of the Western Lands. He extended his arms, struck a pose, and said, "Well?"

Kouga did a sake spit-take, then, wiping his mouth, choked out, "You've got to be kidding!"

Sesshoumaru raised an eyebrow about a millimeter, indicating his great displeasure in the minimalist fashion he was becoming increasingly fond of as a means of displaying power. His father's advice was wise: "Make others come to you. The quieter you speak, the harder they will listen." He was trying it out on Kouga now. The brasher and louder Kouga got, the more controlled Sesshoumaru would become. Sadly, the wolf had not seemed to notice. Yin to Kouga's yang, Sesshoumaru struggled with the reality that he was a follower in the wake of his best friend and fuckbuddy's lupine self-confidence.

He ground his teeth. He wanted to rant, to rage, to grab Kouga by his hair and shout in his stupid ugly wolf face that this was the latest fashion for formal ceremonies at court, that three tailors had been working non-stop since the last new moon on this garment, from its virgin white silk to its hand-embroidered detailing to its jewel-incrusted hems! That he was a trend-setter, a stunner, a fucking fashion plate made flesh! But he did not. He controlled himself, as Papa told him to. Instead, he simply said, "As always, Kouga, you have the taste of a cave-dweller."

Kouga laughed loudly, pounding his fists on his muscular young thighs. "You are such a fucking girl."

For a spoiled, insecure heterophobe, no criticism was worse than to be called female. He could not let such an insult stand. His father's advice be damned, Sesshoumaru was going to get his own back. "Says the ookami in a skirt!"

"It is not a fucking skirt!" Kouga yelled, tail twitching beneath him. They had had this discussion too many damned times before, and Kouga was as irate and femme-phobic as his friend about such things. He narrowed his eyes and pointed. "For someone in something between a bridal kimono and a funereal gown, you're no one to fucking talk!"

That did it. No more words. Sesshoumaru vaulted himself at the wolf, crashing into him and toppling the chair in which he was seated over backwards, hard. Kouga's head bounced on the high chair back and his legs instinctively kicked out at his attacker. Sesshoumaru growled and scratched while Kouga punched. It took only moments for them to become a rolling ball of thrashing limbs and flashing fangs.

Sesshoumaru hardly noticed as stitches popped and diamond chips flew, while he yanked out hunks of pelt and threw them into the air. Sounds of ripping and tearing were punctuated by growls and snarls and epithets, building to an unparalleled chorus of teen fury.

How angst, turmoil, and vigorous pummeling suddenly changed into hard, hot fucking can only truly be explained by canine youkai who remember their teen years well. Specifically, however, Kouga reached out to bite Sesshoumaru's throat and found Sesshoumaru aiming to do the same thing, and their mouths met. Fangs struck, lips crushed, tongues touched, and suddenly tearing off garments was all about getting hungry hands on hard cock.

"Fuck, Kouga," Sesshoumaru said, breathing hard, back jammed up against a table leg and fist pumping the wolf's stiff, slender shaft.

"Yeah, pull it," Kouga groaned, pushing Sesshoumaru onto his back and shoving his hand inside the torn silken hakama.

"Ohhhh yeah," Sesshoumaru panted, looking down at the wolf, leaning over him and grasping his aching prick. His shaggy hair was freed from headband and ponytail and hung around his face. His blue eyes were piercing and lust-filled. The beauty was breathtaking for Sesshoumaru and made his cock even harder—if that were possible.

Kouga watched his friend's almond eyes glaze over in pleasure as he worked his cock. He could not even ridicule the elegant feminine features of magenta-tinted lids and striped cheeks. He longed to kiss that crescent moon. "Is it good, dog?" he breathed.

"Fuck, yes," was Sesshoumaru's staccato reply, as he labored to concentrate on bringing equal pleasure to Kouga. He quickly failed, however, as Kouga's fist was driving all thought and, frankly, all bloodflow from his mind. "Make me come, wolf," he begged.

Kouga was only too glad to oblige, but not without displaying the flexibility of his young, lithe body and his well-tried sexual prowess. (Though inuyoukai were not without their mounting and romping among youth, Sesshoumaru was an only child, raised in his high castle, while Kouga had a pack full of siblings and cousins to whom sexplay came as naturally as hunting, eating, and sleeping in a pile.) He turned his body and shoved his cock in Sesshoumaru's face. "Suck it," he commanded—though his voice was equal parts demand and plea as it reached Sesshoumaru's ears. Sesshoumaru gladly and greedily obeyed as Kouga continued to expertly jerk his friend's red-crowned dick.

Who would have come first is, sadly, an eternal mystery, as it was only a few seconds into the mutual delights they shared that the Lord of the Western Lands bounded into the room. He was sick and tired of having to purchase new furniture, repair broken windows, commission new garments, and replace furs that had been blood and cum stained beyond salvaging. "That's it," he bellowed, seeing the two unholy messes locked in their predictable sexual warfare. "I want both of you on your hands and knees, now." He unfastened his obi and released a glistening-tipped monster from his hakama as the boys' jaws dropped and their eyes grew wide. "It's time for a real lesson," the Lord grinned.

It took days of bow-legged walking and nightly mutual masturbation with thoughts of taiyoukai cock dancing in their heads for the randy teens to at last admit to one another that they needed to piss off the Lord of the Western Lands far more often.