Sesshoumaru and Kouga: The Teen Years

Drunk Again

By Salome

Backstory: This chapter flashes forward to adult Sess and Kouga (the time of CLAIMING KIN) and gives a little introduction to the character of Kuromaru (whose name means "Perfect Blackness"), Sesshoumaru's favored bath servant. It takes place a year or so after he receives Kin and then gets slave girl Rin. Development of this character (who has quickly become an adored favorite for Talon and me) will happen in CLAIMING KIN, but this little tidbit is so comic, I thought it better belonged with the teen-era SessKouga fic.

Author's Note: Originally written for LJ comm iyhedonism for its "beg" prompt with a word count of 800. It got first place.

Disclaimer: I don't own or make money from Inuyasha, and though I wrote this alone, it is my brilliant and beloved co-writer Talon (talonsage) who coined the epithets "Faglips" and "Pillowfucker."


Drunk Again

"Oh fuck, Kouga," groans the Lord of the Western Lands, rolling over and facing his bedpartner, the Prince of the Mountain Wolf Tribe. "I feel like complete and total shit." He tastes the inside of his mouth and groans again. "And I had dreams of getting on my knees and sucking my bathing servant's cock. What the hell happened last night?"

"You don't remember?" the wolf asks, innocently.

"You mean…I did suck his cock?"

"It's worse than that, Faglips," Kouga says calmly. "You really don't remember?"

Sesshoumaru shakes his head and wishes he hadn't. He tries to think. "I remember wrestling…"

"Heh, yeah," grins the wolf.

"…and whoever grabbed the other's dick first won…"

"I won—"

"Only because my cock is so big," Sesshoumaru gloats, proud he is able to muster enough brain power to do so. "Easy target."

Kouga laughs openly. The ookami has always been the more at ease of the pair, more comfortable in his alpha status. Long ago when they were very young, it was he who initiated the intimacy that has ever remained an open, playful part of their friendship. And it is also Kouga who always lured—and continues to lure—the powerful but easily baited Sesshoumaru into foolish dares he always regrets. Why should adolescence ever end? "Well played, Pillowfucker," he retorts. He brushes a thumb casually across a cheek stripe, his affection belying his words.

Sesshoumaru draws back. "Shut up, Fleabait, and tell me what happened."

"Shut up and tell you?" he taunts.

"Just fucking tell me."

"I'd rather just fuck you. But I did that last night, and your hole nearly bit off my dick. You remain the most tightassed inuyoukai in existence—and I mean that with love, Dogbreath."

Sesshoumaru rouses himself and pins the wolf before he knows what hit him. "Just tell me—" But suddenly he knows. He looks down at Kouga's smiling eyes as his whitesilver hair slips down his shoulders and across the arms and chest of the compactly muscled ookami. He shakes off the appeal of his icy silk spilling over that taut, tanned skin and harshly whispers, "You dared me…" The fucking wolf did it to him again. He rolls off and flops onto his back. He covers his face by throwing a long, slender arm across it melodramatically. He groans.

Kouga laughs. "Ah, so you remember!"

In a muffled voice, Sesshoumaru grunts a single word: "Kuro…"

Kuromaru is Sesshoumaru's most recent acquisition, an all-black ookami bathing servant of exceptional beauty and skill, presented to him by his Lord Father for his last birthday. Of unusual height and musculature for his kind, yet entirely submissive and devoted to his duties—including anything whatsoever that Lord Sesshoumaru might ask of him, the servant is truly a prize. Sesshoumaru has treated him with care, basking in his attentions and rewarding him with good hard fucks that please them—each according to his station—in equal measure.

"Yeah, Kuro," Kouga smirks.

"You made me…drink his piss," Sesshoumaru grumbles.

"Made you? Oh no no no, my friend. I did not make you do anything. No one could make the great and powerful Lord of—"

"I sucked his dick, too, didn't I?" he groans.

"Oh yeah." Kouga smacks his chops. "It was a sight to see. You, on your knees, sucking servant cock. Telling him how good and obedient he is, how much you value his service. Fuck, Puffypants: it was practically a declaration of love. But best of all, my Lord, was when you begged for his cum."

The sound that comes from the hungover Sesshoumaru in response to this pronouncement can only be described as a long, shuddering whine.

"Oh, how the mighty have fallen," Kouga snickers. "Again."

"Fucking ookami piss always does that to me. Why the hell am I so stupid?"

"You really want me to answer that?"

Just then, there is a knock at the door. Kuro enters, cool and collected as he always is, eyes turned slightly down as befits his position. Professional. Dutiful. And beautiful. "My Lord's morning bath is prepared," he announces, softly and clearly.

Kouga looks up at Kuro's scarcely clad form and winks, but Kuro does not respond. As the night before when he never broke his servant's demeanor, he acts as if nothing out of the ordinary has transpired. He is as perfect now as he was hours ago, accepting his piss-drunk Lord's excessive praise and intimacies with genuinely modest replies of "As my Lord wishes," "I am unworthy of my Lord's generosity," and "I do not know how to reply except to thank my Lord humbly"—not to mention a silent climax that coated Sesshoumaru's face in cum that was quickly and greedily cleaned away by the tongue of a horny, grinning wolf prince.