Seals, Traps, Desires

A/N: Yeah, I’m gonna start with one of these….:P This story takes place before both series. At the beginning of Yu Yu Hakusho, it is mentioned that Kurama was about 1000 years old, which would make him 500 when Inu Yasha took place. Sesshoumaru, according to I think the second movie, is 900 years old during the series. For the sake of this story, they are 200ish and 600ish years old, respectively. I don’t want to hear they’re out of character. They haven’t developed their characters fully and this is just an encounter that leads to some character building…and other things…Enjoy it that way. I also received drawings for this story…it was a requested pairing. I will have links at various points in the story for the pictures…they were drawn by the requestor and colored by me. We make a good team, I think :D Also, I don’t own them…what a pity, ne?

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Sesshoumaru. Heir apparent to the Taiyoukai of the Western Lands. Currently, rather annoyed. He was glaring down at the kneeling form of a thief. Silver hair covered most of the face, revealing only golden eyes, wide in surprise. Fox ears, clearly revealing this intruder to be a kitsune, stood from the bowed head. A graceful tail elongated the line of the creature’s back, currently trapped in Sesshoumaru’s hand. “And just what do you think you’re doing?”

The kitsune stood, glaring at his trapped tail. How dare this white dog assault him! No one was home when he’d started. Where did this demon come from? His hand began to move toward his hair, “I’m sure you can figure that one out.”

With a warning growl, Sesshoumaru snapped the fingers of his free hand, exerting his ki to bring forth his light whip, snapping it against the floor near the kitsune’s feet. “Answer me!”

The kitsune’s eyes followed the glowing green light with interest. It wasn’t many who went to the trouble to learn to use a whip, one of the more difficult weapons to master, but also could produce one so freely. That showed a lot of skill with the hands. He smiled at this thought. “I was trying to open that seal,” he gestured at the box behind him.

Sesshoumaru hadn’t missed the gleam that flashed through the golden eyes of the kitsune when he brought out his whip. Everyone knew kitsune were always interested in one thing, no matter what else they got up to. He almost chuckled. “Do you even know what’s in that box?” The kitsune was in his room, after all.

There was a slight shift in his captor’s demeanor. “Does it really matter? It’s a seal, I want to break it.” Testing his theory, he decided to step slightly closer to the inuyoukai, angling his head to look into his eyes. They were gold like his own.

This change was not lost on the western heir, “And if it were a trap?” He allowed his fingers to ripple slightly, massaging the end of the tail he held in his hand.

The tiniest of smiles graced the kitsune’s lips. “It would seem that I am caught.” He slid slightly closer, “Though, how did you sneak up on me?” Even if this were turning out to be something unexpected, he still needed to know.

The smirk that crossed Sesshoumaru’s face was erased so quickly the kitsune thought he might have imagined it. “And I’m supposed to tell you that, thief?”

“My name is Youko Kurama, inuyoukai.”

In a voice that was dark, though his voice was deep anyways, the white one replied, “Sesshoumaru.” He watched as the silver kitsune stepped closer.

“Thank you,” the kitsune, this Kurama, answered, “for your name.” He slid closer, almost close enough to touch the future taiyoukai. “What is stopping you from telling me how you came up without me knowing about it?” He looked into the other’s golden eyes, pleading.

In a quick change of mood, Sesshoumaru dropped the kitsune’s tail and walked away, “No.”

Kurama stood where he’d been. The answer didn’t make sense with his question. “No?” His eyes followed Sesshoumaru as the inuyoukai crossed the room to a cushion on the floor.

Gracefully, the taiyoukai lowered himself to the seat. “No. What is there to understand?”

“My question was not a yes or no question,” the kitsune countered.

“I wasn’t answering your verbal question, kitsune.” There was a sneer in the lordling’s voice.

Kurama bristled. Before he could say anything, though, Sesshoumaru spoke up again, “Everyone knows kitsune are always after one thing, no matter what else they may say. That is what I was answering”

Kurama wrapped his tail around himself, crossing his arms over his chest, irritated and angry. “What makes you think that I would even be interested in anything of the sort?”

Sesshoumaru regarded the kitsune. He was obviously young. Old enough to reach full growth, but young. “You’re a kitsune. It doesn’t need to be questioned.” The inuyoukai watched as the kitsune struggled to control himself. “You amuse me,” he said suddenly. Were he prone to laughter, the mixture of expressions on the fox’s face would have caused it. Beckoning, he ordered, “Come here.”

Kurama felt his body move to obey, even though he still protested, “Why should I?”

“You’re in my house, in my room. I don’t see that you have a choice.” He was amused, watching the struggle play in the golden eyes above him. “Sit down,” he commanded.

“I am not some dog to be ordered about,” Kurama sneered, even though his body obeyed.

Sesshoumaru cocked an eyebrow at the kitsune, now eyelevel with him, and watched as he turned red. “It would seem that you are.” He watched as the young fox fisted his hands in his lap, his tail lashing behind him viciously, angrily, struggling to control his temper. The gold in his eyes burned darker, full of the fire of anger. “You’re young,” Sesshoumaru commented blandly.

“So what?” Kurama disliked being put at a disadvantage like this. He had to learn the damn dog’s secrets to avoid being snuck up on again. And, well, he was pleasant to look at, even with his annoying personality.

“I wonder…” the deep voice trailed off as the inuyoukai’s golden eyes calmly surveyed the form now kneeling in front of him. Part of his mind noticed he’d done this several times already. There was something alluring about this kitsune. He didn’t grovel or snivel, like most of the servants, nor did he bow and lower his eyes like most of the commoners, both demon and human, he met when he left the confines of his father’s house.

Kurama noticed these repeated glances, and they did little to improve his temper, but he decided maybe he could possibly use them to his advantage. Forcing himself to relax, he asked, “What do you wonder?”

A smirk crossed the pale lord’s lips, “You’ll have to wonder about that.” The kitsune looked as if he were going to say something, but Sesshoumaru cut him off, “You haven’t earned your answers yet.”

Kurama tensed again, “What do you want from me?”

Sesshoumaru stood and walked across the room without answering the question. He stood over the box again, looking down at it. He wondered if he should show the kitsune what he’d been trying to take. Maybe…just maybe that would teach him a lesson. But, then, did he really want to share that? There was nothing that had intrinsic value in the box, only memories. He heard the kitsune move to stand next to him. He spared the silver fox the barest of glances. “There is nothing worth anything to you or anyone else in this box.”

“What…?”

”Nothing. Leave it at that.” The inuyoukai could feel irritation rising in his chest and forced himself to relax, to keep his calm façade. He turned to face the kitsune, “Just leave it that there is nothing of value in the box.”

Kurama eyed Sesshoumaru. He had seen the lordling’s struggle to contain his emotions. “Memories hold more value that gold,” he stated simply, “but, not for me.” He turned to leave, “I am sorry for disturbing you. Good bye.”

“I didn’t say you could leave,” Sesshoumaru said, his hand coming up to catch the kitsune’s arm. “You still don’t have your answers. Are you going to give up so easily?”

Kurama moved swiftly, wrapping his free arm around the white demon, tangling his fingers in the flowing hair and brought their lips together. He felt Sesshoumaru’s hand on his chest, pushing him back, and he allowed himself to be moved, but did not let go of the demon.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Sesshoumaru growled out.

“Thanking you,” Kurama replied evenly.

The dog demon looked at the fox as if he were insane, “Why?”

“Because I feel like it.”

Sesshoumaru moved quickly, releasing the kitsune’s hand and removing his hand from his hair. “I didn’t give you permission to touch me,” he almost snarled, but controlled himself enough to deliver the sentence evenly.

“No, you touched me.” The kitsune enjoyed the fact that his calm answers flustered the inuyoukai. “And, by doing so, gave me permission to touch you.”

“I did not give you permission to touch me.” There was a glint in Sesshoumaru’s eye. He advanced on the kitsune, trapping him between his body and the wall.

Kurama glared at the inuyoukai, “What the hell are you doing?” This situation was rapidly going from bad to worse. And, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know how much worse it could get before this Sesshoumaru was finished with him.

Fixing the golden eyed kitsune with a glare, Sesshoumaru moved to loosen the band of fabric that held the silver clothing tied around the fox’s waist. “Whatever the hell I feel like, kitsune.” He let the silky fabric fall from his fingers, his eyes traveling downward, watching Kurama’s shirt fall open. Bringing both hands up, he pushed the cloth off the slightly trembling shoulders.

Kurama didn’t know whether to be pissed or turned on. As his top fell off his shoulders, Sesshoumaru’s eyes met his again and before he could react, the taiyoukai’s lips were on his throat, his fingers on his ears and his thigh wedged between his legs. Overwhelmed, Kurama’s head fell back, opening himself to Sesshoumaru’s lips as he held the wall for support, unsure if he’d be allowed to wrap his arms around the lordling who’d pinned him. A gasp escaped his lips as his pulse was assaulted by teeth and lips. The fox felt his body move, grinding against the leg between his, his shaft becoming heavy. (http://hcolleen.net/youko-sess4.jpg)

As suddenly as it started, it was over. Kurama was left gasping, weak-kneed against the wall, struggling to remain standing as Sesshoumaru stepped back with a smirk on his lips. Slowly, Sesshoumaru brought up one hand, tracing the kitsune’s lips slowly, his eyes burning into the other’s. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you, Kurama?”

How to answer? If he lied, he was sure he’d be punished in some sick way. If he told the truth, he was sure he’d be denied what he wanted. The pressure of Sesshoumaru’s finger on his lip became firmer, “Well, kitsune?”

Reaching a decision, Kurama answered, “Yes,” and took the digit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and meeting the inuyoukai’s gaze. He watched lust finally begin to cloud the other’s golden eyes as his mouth pleasured that finger with every skill he knew. Lightly, his teeth slid along the length of the digit while his tongue traced every line, mapping every ridge and surface. Sesshoumaru stepped forward, his free arm sliding between the kitsune and the wall, pulling him closer as he drew his captured finger closer to his own mouth, transferring it, along with the kitsune’s tongue to his own warm cavern before sliding the saliva coated digit out of their joined mouths and sucking harshly on the questing appendage that had followed his finger. With a groan, Kurama allowed himself the freedom to wrap his arms around the other demon’s waist. Sesshoumaru’s now free hand slid behind the silver head and pulled the kitsune closer to his mouth with a light moan as Kurama’s skilled tongue traced his mouth. After a long moment, Sesshoumaru slid his own slick appendage into the fox’s willing mouth. Kurama’s tongue seemed to guide his as he traced teeth, cheeks, palate, finally trying to tame the too helpful member. Another moan escaped both throats, mingling and blending in the joined cavern as the two bodies began to rock together slowly, both unwilling to end their kiss.

Reluctantly, the need for air becoming too insistent to ignore, the two broke apart, panting, eyes opening slowly, though when they’d closed, neither knew. They stared at each other while their chests heaved, bare skin against the haori that still covered the inuyoukai’s chest. After a long moment, Kurama managed to ask, “Are you going to push me away again?”

Sesshoumaru’s hand slid from the kitsune’s hair to his cheek, “Maybe not.”

“Maybe not?” the kitsune echoed.

“You’ll have to convince me not to.”

Kurama smiled, “I think I can manage that.” Slowly, he approached Sesshoumaru’s lips with is own, his hands sliding stealthily around the lordling’s waist from back to front. As their lips met, his fingers began working the tie on the obi, loosening it, encouraging it to fall from the inuyoukai’s waist. When the fabric joined his on the ground, Kurama slid his hands under the haori and around Sesshoumaru’s waist, pulling their now bared chests together without breaking their kiss. Kurama sighed as Sesshoumaru groaned into their shared kiss. Kurama tipped his head, moving closer to Sesshoumaru and sought entry into the inuyoukai’s mouth. Stubbornly, Sesshoumaru refused. Unwilling to concede defeat, Kurama began running his hands up along the white demon’s back, caressing the silken skin with feather light touches, slipping up to just below the other’s shoulder blades before ghosting downwards to his waist, to return upwards, going slightly higher before returning down. On the next pass, Kurama brought his hands around Sesshoumaru’s body and up to push the inuyoukai’s haori off his shoulders. This, Sesshoumaru allowed, dropping his hands the kitsune’s body, allowing the fabric to fall to the ground. Kurama’s hands then went around the lordling’s neck, pulling his mouth, if possible, even closer. He sighed as Sesshoumaru’s hands wrapped around his waist and he again sought entry into the other’s mouth. This time, his request was granted, and he reexplored the opened cavern. His tongue traced over teeth, sharp, dangerous, eliciting erotic tingling in his mouth that traveled straight to his groin, causing his shaft to grow heavier. He groaned and pushed farther into the open orifice, his tongue caressing the inuyoukai’s palate before seeking the other’s fleshy appendage to dance once more. The moment their tongues made contact, however, Sesshoumaru pulled back, breaking their kiss. Unwilling to be denied, Kurama slipped a foot behind one of Sesshoumaru’s, pulling up with it as he pushed with his upper body against the taiyoukai. This motion caused both of them to fall to the ground, Kurama on Sesshoumaru’s chest.

With a growl, Sesshoumaru reversed their positions, pinning the kitsune’s hands on either side of his head. “I don’t think so, kitsune.”

Confused, stunned, shocked, Kurama stammered, “Wh-wha-what?” Anger made itself known, “What the hell are you doing?”

Something between a glare and a smirk crossed the taiyoukai’s face, “If you want to dominate this, kitsune, you have to earn that right. And, so far, you haven’t.”

Kurama pushed against his captor. “I don’t care anymore. Let me go!”

Sesshoumaru’s body settled more fully onto the kitsune’s, “I don’t think I want to. You’re not bad, not bad at all. I decide when you leave, though.”

Panic began to fill the kitsune’s mind. He had to get out of there. Things hand not just gone from bad to worse, they’d gone beyond worse. He struggled, but with his arms pinned so awkwardly, he didn’t have a lot of leverage, “Let me go!”

“Going to run away with your tail between your legs? How undignified. How cowardly. For shame, kitsune. You can’t just leave now that you’ve started something.” Sesshoumaru’s voice was dripping with contempt, but Kurama could feel the length of his shaft against his hip as the inuyoukai rolled his hips against him.

“What do you want from me?” he asked, almost pathetically.

Sesshoumaru nuzzled the fox’s face, “Don’t be like that, little kitsune.” His lips went again to the Kurama’s throat, where he whispered, “Unless you like to be dominated…,” as his lips brushed up against the fluttering pulse. After just a brief contact, Sesshoumaru pulled back and looked into Kurama’s eyes, “In which case, you shouldn’t try to be dominant.”

In the golden eyes hovering over his, Kurama could see the slightest trace of disappointment and things began to click in his brain. Panic left, replaced by quiet confidence that he knew what Sesshoumaru wanted. He allowed himself to smile up at the inuyoukai, “Poor Sesshoumaru, I don’t think you’re ready for me to be truly dominant.” This comment earned him a snort of derision, but he continued, “Because, you’ll like it too much and I’ll have to leave.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

Kurama’s face took on a wounded pout, “But, I’m not.”

“You’re too young to be as good as you say.”

“It has nothing to do with age, and everything to do with paying attention.”

Sesshoumaru snorted, irritated with talk, wanting to show this kitsune a thing or two that age had over observation. Slowly, he brought his lips down, brushing them lightly against Kurama’s as he challenged, “Then pay attention to this.” He deepened their kiss teasingly, adding pressure before backing away slightly then pressing more firmly, until finally their lips met fully. His hands slid from Kurama’s wrists to brace himself against the floor and he could feel the kitsune’s hands go to his arms, holding him lightly. He did not allow himself the luxury of exploring the too tempting mouth, instead tracing the fox’s jaw line to his throat. Slowly, he mapped the tempting flesh with his lips and teeth, occasionally flicking his tongue against the satiny skin. Kurama’s head went back, opening his neck to the touch as he began to pant. A groan escaped his lips when Sesshoumaru’s teeth brushed against his pulse and the inuyoukai lathed that area more thoroughly, sucking slightly. He could feel Kurama’s fingers tighten around his bicep and he remained fixed to that place, leaving his mark. (http://hcolleen.net/youko-sess3.jpg)

Kurama’s fingers began to slide up the pale arms of the one above him. He knew if he allowed this to continue much longer, neither of them would get what they really wanted. They’d enjoy what they got, but it wouldn’t be what they most desired from this encounter. His fingers tangled through the cascading white hair and he pulled Sesshoumaru’s mouth back up to his, immediately asking entrance to the warm cavern. This he was granted and he began seeking places that would draw groans into his body as his hands massaged the other’s scalp. He could feel Sesshoumaru’s body settling against his as it seemed the inuyoukai sighed into their kiss. He allowed one hand to skim down the demon’s body, coming to rest on his hip. Slowly, he began to press one foot against the floor, lifting his hip, turning them over as slowly and gently as possible, rolling them over, using his hand to keep Sesshoumaru from turning too fast. As Sesshoumaru’s back touched the floor, he brought his hand up to protest, but Kurama held it down, continuing his languid exploration of the inuyoukai’s mouth as his body settled partially on the one now below him. His tail brushing over the supine lordling’s body, Kurama pulled back, “Do you really want to push me away?” Before the taiyoukai could answer, Kurama used the hand that still held the white head to pull Sesshoumaru’s lips closer to his. With his tongue, the kitsune explored those parted petals teasingly before reentering the cavern below. He could feel the vibrations of Sesshoumaru’s moan in his questing appendage and it sent a shock straight to his groin. Involuntarily, his hips rocked gently against his captive’s and another moan filled their mouths. (http://hcolleen.net/youko-sess2.jpg)

Slowly, Kurama moved his body to cover Sesshoumaru’s, his hand moving from the inuyoukai’s wrist to caress his chest. Sesshoumaru’s now free hand came up to hold Kurama, his fingers kneading the kitsune’s back (http://hcolleen.net/youko-sess.jpg). If Kurama hadn’t been so involved with the sensations in his mouth, the feel of his swollen erection rubbing against the hip of the one below him, the feel of Sesshoumaru’s hard cock rubbing against his hip, he might have smirked in triumph that the taiyoukai was not fighting him anymore. Almost reluctantly, the kitsune broke their kiss and began tracing Sesshoumaru’s jaw line to his neck, thinking that, since Sesshoumaru was so obsessed with his neck, that the inuyoukai would be sensitive there, as well. When his lips reached the juncture of jaw and neck, near the delicately pointed ears, Sesshoumaru groaned and tipped his head away, opening his throat for Kurama’s exploration. This did cause the fox to smile, but the expression did not last long. The wanton display was just too enticing to spend too much time gloating. Kurama brought his lips back to the juncture again, this time, allowing his teeth a bit of play, gently scraping them against the tender skin. Sesshoumaru’s arms tightened around him and his hips rocked against the fox more firmly. Kurama allowed his lips to trail, finding the flowing pulse beneath the delicate skin, a river of liquid heat that throbbed lightly against his lips, enticing him to scrape his teeth against the barrier that separated him from it so that he could taste it, take it into himself. His lips settled where the pulse was the strongest and he could feel the vibrations of the vocal cords and they attempted to express their joy at his nearness. He hummed as he brought his teeth lightly against this point, sucking lightly to draw the skin upwards into his mouth, bringing with it the flowing heat. He could hear and feel Sesshoumaru groan as the inuyoukia’s hands came to pull his head closer to his neck, begging him to consume, to devour, to partake of the flowing heat. Kurama could feel the heaving chest beneath his heaving, struggling to take in enough air to sustain him, sustain the fire.

Slowly, Kurama followed the river downwards, seeking its source. His lips trailed along the neck, past the sentinels of collarbones, following the path of the breastbone until the pulsing core was just under his lips. He kissed over this pounding inferno, licking and nipping in widening circles until his lips brushed against the demanding peak that graced the demon’s chest. Obliging to the flesh’s demand, he took it into his mouth. He could feel Sesshoumaru’s fingers on his ears as he brought his teeth together around the nub. Sesshoumaru’s body arched into his touch and the demon cried out in pleasure, his hands moving from the kitsune’s ears to hold his head to his chest. Kurama brought his other hand up and began to fondle the neglected nub, his nails teasing the flesh as he did. Again, Sesshoumaru groaned wantonly. A part of Kurama’s mind triumphed that he had tamed the taiyoukai. This part also argued that things could still get out of hand, and keeping him too happy to complain or pull back again would be ideal. With this thought in mind, Kurama trailed down the body below his, his hands sliding along the inuyoukai’s sides before coming up to work the fastenings of his hakama, encouraging Sesshoumaru to lift his hips as he kissed his navel, his tongue teasing the inner rim of the indent.

There was an alarm somewhere in the taiyoukai’s brain, warning him that he’d lost control to a child, a barely grown kitsune. The larger part of his mind, the part fueled by the sensations arising from that kitsune, growled and told the alarmed part to shut up. He lifted his hips, allowing the fox to pull down his pants, exposing his body for inspection by eyes and mouth and hands. He could feel Kurama hum against his skin, expressing approval for his action. The fox’s throat was so close to his throbbing erection that his hum sent shocks through the straining flesh. He arched his hips, trying to reach the source of that sensation, but the kitsune moved, his lips traveling downwards, at an angle, to the crease where his legs joined his body. Sesshoumaru felt a whine escape his throat and heard the alarm go off in his head again, complaining about inexperience and demanding he take control. Only to be silenced again as Kurama’s tongue languidly traced a path from his hip joint to the heavy weight at the base of his shaft, circling one gem slowly before taking it into his mouth, humming around it. Sensation again overwhelmed the alarm in Sesshoumaru’s head, flooding it out. A sound that had to be a whimper left the inuyoukai’s throat as Kurama released the morsel of flesh he’d been worshipping. He repeated his ministrations on its twin, earning a groan of approval from the traitorous throat. His tongue slowly followed his mouth as he moved his head upwards, his wet appendage tracing a firm path along the jutting member. Stopping just below the head, he looked up into Sesshoumaru’s face. The inuyoukai was not looking at him, however, his eyes closed, a look of pleasure and need gracing what he could see of his face.

With a sigh, Kurama brought one hand to hold the demon at the base of his erection, palm flat against his pubic bone to keep his body still, and the other hand came up to fondle the heavy balls on the other side. Closing his eyes, he took the magnificent erection into his mouth until his lips touched his hands, his throat full and relaxed. As expected, Sesshoumaru tried to thrust into his mouth, but was held down, a delicious groan escaping his throat as he felt the wet heat encompass him. Kurama swallowed around the shaft in his mouth and throat and drew a cry of pleasure out of the now writhing inuyoukai. Sesshoumaru’s fingers kneaded and pulled in the kitsune’s silver hair as the fox began bobbing along the throbbing length. After establishing a rhythm, Kurama moved the hand holding Sesshoumaru down and pulled a seed from his hair. Carefully, he caused it to bloom, its flower dripping a clear liquid that served well as a lubricant. This he dripped over the inuyoukai’s sac, covering his fingers in the process before moving to cover his own shaft with the viscous sap. Not changing the motions with his mouth, he slowly moved one finger to the other’s puckered entrance and pressed gently, seeking entrance. Sesshoumaru tensed briefly, until Kurama hummed around his erection, adding a new sensation to distract from the breaching of his body’s defenses. Sesshoumaru thrust into this new sensation, allowed to move with Kurama’s hand no longer holding him down. The kitsune was prepared, however, and relaxed his throat, somehow managing to continue humming, while his questing finger plunged into the inuyoukai’s body. Sesshoumaru’s cry of distress was quickly silenced by the skillful dancing of the kitsune’s tongue over the length of his shaft as he withdrew from the wet heat and thrust again, seeking more of that vibrantly erotic sensation. This time, Kurama’s mouth followed him downwards and the kitsune swallowed around his shaft, blocking out any sensations but those of rippling tension and suction. Kurama used his distraction to slip a second finger into the gripping heat. Continuing to swallow around the rod of flesh, the fox’s fingers sought that place…there! Sesshoumaru let out a howl of pleasure as his body throbbed and released into the kitsune’s waiting mouth and down his willing throat. His fingers continued to slide into and out of the rippling gripping heat as he allowed the spent shaft to fall from his lips.

Sesshoumaru moaned as he felt the kitsune’s lips and tongue on his abdomen and an odd sensation, a pushing pulling sensation, from below. Blearily, he opened eyes he didn’t remember closing and pulled the fox up to him, Kurama allowed himself to be pulled up, settling his body between the inuyoukai’s legs, his shaft in the hand that still moved within the dark hole. Before Sesshoumaru could do or say anything, he removed his hand and slowly slid his erection into the burning heat. He watched Sesshoumaru’s eyes cross and close as his head rolled back, a long groan escaping his throat as the kitsune filled him endlessly. Kurama began nibbling at the now exposed neck, his body shaking as he struggled to control his desire to thrust violently into the too tempting taiyoukai. He could feel the reawakened erection press into his stomach and smirked at how quickly the inuyoukai had responded. Finally, hips met ass, the kitsune fully seated in the gripping heat of the other’s body. Sesshoumaru’s arms wrapped around Kurama’s body, seeking an anchor in the swirling world of sensations assaulting him, as the fox waited for their bodies to adjust. Unsteadily, Sesshoumaru tangled his shaking fingers, though he’d deny it later, in the silver hair and brought Kurama’s lips to his, needing more of an anchor to keep him attached to his body. Kurama willingly provided this, his tongue entering the inuyoukai’s mouth as his hips moved slowly away from his ass. Sesshoumaru groaned lustily, sending vibrations rippling throughout the kitsune’s body, causing his shaft to twitch, drawing another groan. Kurama moaned into their kiss, seeking the inuyoukai’s tongue, massaging it, encouraging it to dance with his as his hips moved to return his throbbing erection to the dark heaven. Slowly, the kitsune moved within the confining heat, in and out, drawing as much pleasure as he could into the motion. He arched his hips slightly, drawing his abdomen away from Sesshoumaru’s now throbbing arousal. A small whimper escaped the white one’s throat before Kurama’s hand wrapped tightly around the now exposed shaft, pumping it in time to his long slow thrusts. The change in angles also brought Kurama’s erection in contact with that place in Sesshoumaru that drew out loud groans, his head falling back from their kiss as he cried out in pleasure as his prostate was massaged with each stroke. Kurama’s lips returned to Sesshoumaru’s neck as his tongue lathed the erratic pulse coursing near the vibrating vocal cords. They moaned, the need for release building in both their bodies, Sesshoumaru’s groans beginning to sound like pleas for more. Kurama was too happy to oblige and began moving more quickly within the inferno that was the inuyoukai’s tight hole. Faster and faster, they moved together, Kurama’s hips and hand moving in time to Sesshoumaru’s thrusts against his body. As the pressure became unbearable, their motions became less rhythmic and harsher until Kurama threw his head back and howled as he felt Sesshoumaru’s body tighten around his, the inuyoukai’s erection throbbing in his hand as their stomachs were coated and the taiyoukai was filled with their release.

Kurama relaxed against Sesshoumaru’s chest, panting, feeling the one below him heave as they both tried to catch their breath, their oxygen-starved bodies now lethargic, unwilling to move more than needed to breathe. Golden eyes, heavy with fatigue drifted closed as their bodies slowed. After a long time, Sesshoumaru’s hands moved from where they’d been tangled in the silver locks of the kitsune to caress his back. “My mother’s ashes,” he said, apropos of nothing the kitsune could remember. Kurama looked up into the inuyoukai’s face. “The box contains my mother’s ashes,” he replied to the unasked question. “And, I was able to enter the room without your noticing because it’s my room and you were too focused on the seal. The room is already filled with my ki so it is a small matter to reduce my own ki to pretty much match it. Your distraction helped, too.” He tightened his arms around the one above him, sighing and allowed his eyes to close.

Kurama gazed a little longer at the now peaceful face, a small smile on his lips before placing his head once more on the inuyoukai’s shoulder and letting himself drift. He felt Sesshoumaru sigh as sleep claimed him and permitted himself the same luxury knowing that he would not be pushed away. He’d proved himself worthy and that was why the taiyoukai had answered his nearly forgotten questions.


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A/N So...what did you think? Did you look at the pictures? Comments on the pictures will be forwarded to the artist. :D