Salvation

Salvation
Disclaimer: don’t own Inuyasha chars. Do own Roko,Kaichi, and Rayo.

The morning was foggy and humid, nothing to take real notice of. There were plenty of mosquitoes out and about, as it was just before sun rise. Somewhere, high in a water oak tree top, a small bird sang a song to its’ lovely mate. A squirrel chirped from its’ perch on a rotting branch.
The creatures of the forests were beginning to awaken a go about their morning business, along with them were the demons of the woods as well. Many of them would not awaken until the peak hours of the day, though.
One demon in particular was stirring from his peaceful slumber. He cracked one of his elegant eyelids to reveal a single golden eye. The demon awoke as soon as he felt the first rays of the weak sunlight hit his pale face. He sat up to lean upon one elbow. He squinted at the sliver of sun peeking over the horizon and blinked at the brightness that stung his eyes.
The demon looked away and sat up completely, rubbing his eyes briefly with his thumb and forefinger. He was careful not to scratch his eyelids with his short and sharp, bone-white claws. He was a handsome demon who looked to be in his late teen years, when in fact he was about two hundred some-odd years of age. The demon had long, flowing silver hair that was as silky as a maiden’s.
He was Lord Sesshomaru of the Western Indies. His trade mark was his cold look that he always bore, and his unbelievable skills at almost anything. There was not a soul in his time that tampered with him and lived to tell of it...except one. That was his greatest rival, but I will come to that subject in due time.
Sesshomaru had but one heir, his young son Roko. Sesshomaru had never loved anybody, including his deceased bride, and never would love anybody. Although he did exhibit something close to affection towards the boy. He never raised a hand to him, there was never any need to.
Roko was the expected outcome of his parents, tall and handsome with his mother’s black hair and his father’s deep golden eyes that could see through anything. He was obedient and skilled with any weapon, not to mention he could be as silent as the dead. Roko was smart, deadly, and very independent. He could make decisions on his own and already know the outcome of his actions before they happened.
Sesshomaru was proud of him, but he rarely told Roko of this. He wanted his son to always think that he could do better than he already had. This would insure that he would be a strong leader and an excellent decision maker in the future.
Sesshomaru looked around himself to see where his son had gone to. He wasn’t surprised in the least when he didn’t spot him around their meager camp.
Roko had a habit of going off when ever he wanted to. Sesshomaru never scolded him for this because he wanted his son to explore on his own without being afraid. Also, Roko knew the woods like he knew his name, so Sesshomaru never feared that the boy would ever get lost or get hurt.
Roko knew where all of the dangerous demons lurked and where great hordes of humans lurked. He was not a force to be tampered with, he knew his way quiet well around a sword and was as deadly as his father when provoked. The way I’m describing the boy would lead anybody to believe that he is hard and cold like his father, but on the contrary Roko was full of jokes and happiness most of the time. He inherited these traits form his mother, along with his hair color and choppiness. Let us fallow the young lad and see what he is doing...

There was not but a whisper in the trees, just enough for a light demon to swoop from branch to branch without being detected. Roko was being pursued, but not by anyone he should be concerned with. It was his lackey, Rayo, the son of his father’s own lackey, Jaken. To Roko he was more of a nuisance than a helper.
“Me Lord, wait!” panted out the young toad demon. He was not as able bodied as Roko and had much difficulty keeping up. “Please...me...Lord...” He watched as the young demon disappeared into the distance. He panted out one last cry for his young master, who seemed to not have ever heard him.
‘Oh drat,’ thought Rayo as he panted. ‘I hate it when he ignores me! Why do I do I even bother listening to Father about doing as he says! Why, he even told me do...’ His thoughts were interrupted by a voice from right behind himself.
“Um, excuse me...”
“Ah!”exclaimed Rayo in surprise. He spun on his heal, ready to use his magical staff to blast any threatening demon away and into Oblivion. To his surprise, there only stood a boy carrying a heavy load of fire wood.
The boy had a mix of silver and black hair that ran down to his waist, though it was held behind his head by a strip of deer skin with two blue feathers. He seemed to be the same age as his master, Prince Roko, at the age of about thirteen. The boy had stunning blue eyes that could make any sky jealous. He wore a boy’s kimono of deep blue with a Dragon embodied on the left breast.
He also, Rayo noticed, had a light red line on each cheek, just as his master and Lord Sesshomaru did. The boy also had slightly vulcanized ears.
The boy shifted under the heavy load.
“Un, pardon me. But may I pass please. This load is really heavy...”
The boy never finished his sentence, for Roko appeared and he was struck by the sight of him. Roko turned to look at Rayo.
“What are you doing?” Roko asked in a dangerous voice. Rayo turned to look at his young master.
“M-me Lord?” he asked in his high voice, now higher with fear. Roko looked to the boy and he too was struck by the sight of him. The two stared at each other for a long moment. It was Roko who spoke first, the other boy seemed to have fallen silent. He spoke with a voice of a young Prince.
“Who are you?”
The boy did not look scared, as most did when they encountered him, just awe struck. He answered in a voice as innocent as a child.
“My name is Kaichi. Who are you?” It was Roko’s turn to be awe struck. No one had not heard of the great Sesshomaru and Roko, Lord and Prince of the Western Lands. “I-I’m Prince Roko, heir to all of the Western Lands.”
Kaichi smiled meekly that could’ve made the coldest heart melt.
“I apologize, Prince Roko. I’m afraid that I’ve never heard of you your Highness.” he said sincerely, but with a bit of effort from holding the load of wood. “I would bow, but I’d risk crushing your friend...”
Rayo looked up and found that he was, indeed, right under the pile of wood in the boy’s trembling arms. He quickly scuttled over to his young masters side.
Seeing this, Kaichi made to kneel before the young Prince. Roko saw this and saw what trouble the boy was having carrying the wood as it was. He reached out a hand to stop him, even though they were at least ten feet apart.
“No! It’s ok. You look as though you can barely carry that wood just standing, please. Don’t kneel.”
Kaichi looked up at him once more. He smiled that warm smile again.
“You’re too kind you Highness. I must be on my way though, I don’t want to delay you further.”
Kaichi tried to shift the wood once more, but this time three of the largest logs fell and landed directly on his bare toes. His face twisted in pain, but he held the others when most would have cried out and jumped, resulting in more logs dropping. He opened his eyes to look at the Prince. The look he gave him nearly broke Roko’s heart when he saw the mixture of pain, embarrassment, and apology in those stunning eyes.
Roko walked over and helped the boy gather the logs back onto the pile in his arms.
“Ah, thank you your Highness.” Kaichi said in his meek voice. Roko looked up at the boy’s face that seemed to be years younger than his own. Kaichi’s face was soft and relaxed. His own was always stern and alert, the way a cautious adult’s face is.
Kaichi caught him staring and gave him a curious look.
“Is something wrong, your Highness?” He sounded concerned for the Prince rather than for himself. Roko stared at him for a few more moments before giving his head a vigorous shake and returning to piling the wood.
“No. And please, don’t call me Highness. I get enough of that around people who know me.” Roko told him as he stood up.
Kaichi laughed slightly. Roko’s sensitive ears forced him to tremble at the richness and happiness in his voice.
“Hm, then what should I call you?”
“Roko, just Roko” he said with a smile. Kaichi looked at him and smiled back, though with some effort.
“Sure, un, but I need to go put these logs away.” He shifted the load again and took a step forward, assuming that the young Prince would move aside slightly. Though, to his surprise, Roko stood still.
“Here, I may be a Prince, but I’m not afraid of getting my hands dirty. Let me carry some of those.” said Roko insistently. Kaichi smiled once again.
“I did not doubt that, I just didn’t want to get your beautiful silk kimono dirty.” Silk was a rarity around those parts and was highly prized among wealthy folks.
Roko waved his hand as though to say that it wasn’t a problem. He smiled at Kaichi.
“My Father can by another. I rather you not break you back than get a kimono dirty.”
Kaichi thanked him gratefully and handed him three of the nine logs. Roko stole a glance at him and found the boy to be quiet muscular. Nothing to stare at, but something to get a good eyeful of.
Kaichi led Roko to a small clearing about seventy yards away that housed a lean-to tent made of more deer skin. The lean-to looked to have weathered some serious storms and winters. Though it looked as sturdy as ever, and seemed to be quiet comfortable with its’ bed of even more deer skin and pillow full of feathers.
“This looks better than some of the places I’ve stayed. You can do quiet well for a boy on your own.” Roko complimented.
Kaichi smiled proudly at his little camp in the middle of the woods. It had taken him three months to perfect his little camp so it would cope with the elements that nature had to through at it. He did not know any twelve year old that could fend for themselves in the middle of demon infested woods.
Rayo, who had kept silent, looked up at Kaichi and decided to ask a question.
“I see that you aren’t fully human. May I ask as to what your parentage lies with, young master?” Roko had often gotten angry at him when he didn’t call people as he called him, young master. Kaichi, startled at the question, hesitated for a moment. Rayo raised an almost invisible eyebrow.
“M-my parentage?” Roko looked at him and he, too, gave him a raised eyebrow.
“Yes, I too, am curious as to where the markings come from along with the ears.” He didn’t say this in a threatening matter, just one of curiosity. Kaichi looked at him and regained his composure.
“Oh, I apologize. My father is half demon, hence the markings and ears, and my mother was human.” explained Kaichi with that smile of his. Roko raised his eyebrows.
“My father is full demon, and my mother was also human. Imagine that.” said he with irony in his voice. Kaichi smiled kindly at him.
“With your looks, I imagine that you get a lot of pretty women on your tail.”
Roko looked at him as if he’d sprouted another ligament. Kaichi’s smile faded and he took on a look of timidness.
“Did I say something wrong? I didn’t mean...”
“‘Good looking women’! You must be joking! Plack! I hate girls. It wouldn’t bother me one bit if I never got kissed by one at all.”Roko exclaimed, crossing his arms defiantly. Kaichi laughed at his out burst. Roko frowned, as did Rayo.
“And what, pray tell, is so funny? So I don’t like girls. Big deal. What, are you some kind of critic?” Kaichi was by now rolling on the ground clutching his stomach. The sound of his laughter made Roko shiver inwardly.
“No...no...I’m...I’m sorry. It’s just that, well...I, too, prefer men. And I thought that...it was such a perfect match.” he said innocently with a smile. Roko stared at him again, this time with a look of disgust on his face. Kaichi’s smile faded when he saw this.
“You...you said you hated...girls...” The last word was barley a mutter.
“No! I don’t mean that I like men! I just meant that I wasn’t into girls yet! What kind of guy is into other guys?!” he practically yelled. Rayo reinforced this with a curt nod and a glare down his pointed nose at the boy before them.
Kaichi’s innocent face fell into a look of complete shock, not at Roko, more at himself for thinking such thoughts. He began to apologize to Roko when the young Prince suddenly backhanded him across the face as hard as he could across his left cheek . He did this because he was highly offended that someone could think him so low as to prefer a man’s touch over a women’s.
Kaichi fell to the ground and landed hard on his right shoulder. His other hand flew to cover the spot where he’d been hit. Tears welled up at the corners of his eyes from the pain. He lay on his side for a moment, trying to suppress his tears of humiliation and pain.
Roko’s anger suddenly left as quick as it had come and he stared down at the boy in front of him with a new sense of pity. He hadn’t meant to strike him, his emotions had just run amok for a few moments. Roko bent down to help him up and winced when he saw the inflamed red spot on the other demon’s cheek start to appear as he lowered his hand to support himself on the ground. He heard Rayo make a sound of satisfaction at seeing the boy on the ground finally.
Thinking that Roko was going to hit him again, Kaichi turned his face away and prepared for a second blow. But the only thing that happened was a gentle hand was placed to his shoulder. Kaichi dared to look up out of the corner of his eye and saw that Roko was kneeling in front of him with an apologetic look. He turned his face back towards the Demon Prince, though still prepared for another hit.
Roko reached out and touched the hot cheek which was inflamed and already swelling up.
“I apologize for that,” he said with honest sincerity. “I just wasn’t prepared for that. I’m so sorry.”
“Master!” exclaimed Rayo. “Why are you apologizing to this impudent little whelp? He called you a lover of men!” The little demon couldn’t see why his master was bent down on the ground saying he was sorry to a boy that was as good as spit in his eyes. Roko turned harshly back towards his apprentice and back handed him across the face so hard that he, too, went flying. The little toad hit a tree trunk and slid to the ground unconscious. Now it was Roko’s turn to make a sound of satisfaction. He looked back at his companion.
“He won’t bother you any more.” reassured the Prince. Kaichi merely nodded and made to stand.
Roko stood back to allow the boy room to move. Kaichi stood and walked over to his lean-to and dipped a cloth in some cool water from the nearby stream. He placed this to his scorching cheek and looked up at Roko with those heart breaking eyes. Even though he’d struck him when he had clearly done nothing wrong, Kaichi gave him a warm smile as though to say he forgave him.
“It’s okay, you can sit if you wish.” he said modestly, offering his visitor a blanket to kneel on. Roko smiled gratefully and knelt in front of his handsome host.
The two engaged in conversation for until the sun had set well beyond the horizon. Roko saw this and looked around in alarm as if to see if the sun could possibly be hiding behind a tree. He looked back at Kaichi, who had a puzzled look playing over his smooth features. He stood as well, for it was extremely rude to stay sitting when you guest stood.
“What’s the matter Roko-san?” he asked. Roko quickly stood and looked at his host again.
“I must be off. My father will worry.” he said kindly as he turned to go pick up his still unconscious lackey.
“I would love to continue our conversation. May I return tomorrow?” he asked hurriedly as he turned to face the boy. Kaichi knelt back down on his own blanket and looked back up at the young Prince. He smiled so sweetly that Roko felt his heart lean out to stay with Kaichi.
“I would be honored if you would come back to my simple camp.” Roko smiled back at him.
“Then I shall return at noon.” the Prince said softly. With that, he turned, throwing Rayo across his shoulder, and leapt into the darkness of the trees...

A year later, the two boys were still seeing each other. They met almost everyday in the clearing where they had first encountered each other, though on some days Roko was forced to stay with his father. He left Rayo with Jaken and threatened him that if he told either of the two, his father or the demon’s father, that he would rip out the toad demon’s tongue so he could never speak again. Rayo took this seriously and kept his beak shut. When ever he was asked where the Prince had gone he told them that he’d gone out with a young demon girl. This always pleased Sesshomaru and he let him be.
One day, Roko decided to ask Kaichi a question that had been gnawing at his insides for months now. They were fishing together at the edge of a quiet stream. The day was beautiful and there was a constant, cool breeze blowing. Perfect conditions for such an activity.
“Hey Kaichi,” he said casually. Kaichi kept his half closed eyes on the streams current with a gentle and soft smile, watching for fish.
“Hm?” he sighed out.
“Why do you prefer men?” That got his attention quick enough. He ripped his eyes away from the water and looked at him. He wasn’t prepared for a question such as that, and so bluntly asked.
“Pardon?” asked Kaichi. He wasn’t appalled, it’s just that the Prince preferred to stay well clear of that particular subject. Roko kept his eyes on the water lazily.
“You know. I mean, what do you see in a man that you don’t see in a woman?” Kaichi blinked once and then his eyes returned to their peaceful half closed state. He looked back out at the water with that small smile on his lips.
“Well, for one, they’re excellent kissers. Far better than any virgin or concubine.” He paused for a moment to let out a sigh, as if he missed the feeling of someone’s lips being pressed to his own. Then he smiled again and continued. “And most of them know how to handle you and...make you feel good.” He let out another contented smile, but this time it faded into a look of sadness. Roko took notice of this but decided against mentioning it. Kaichi looked at his friend and smiled kindly again. “But long gone are the days of men like me. I haven’t felt anyone’s arms around my being in about a year or so.” Roko felt a sense of sudden pity for the demon. He couldn’t imagine not feeling a hug from his own father for month, let alone a year. Roko decided to take his mind off of that subject.
“How are men better kissers then women? What do they do differently?” he asked with genuine curiosity. Kaichi smiled and answered his question without the slightest hint of embarrassment.
“They can use their mouths better than a woman could. They can fulfill my wants and I can fulfill theirs.” he said matter-of-factly. Roko looked at him in disbelief.
“There can’t be such a difference between us and them.” he said unconvinced. Kaichi gave him a kind smile.
“Have you ever tried to find out?” Roko was puzzled as how to answer that. He had neither kissed a man nor a woman, other than his mother when she was alive. He decided to answer truthfully.
“I can’t say that I have.” Kaichi flashed another kind smile at his friend.
“Then how would you know?” he chuckled. Roko smiled and chuckled with him, more or less at his own stupidity. Suddenly he felt a strong tug on the end of his bamboo pole.
“Got one!” he exclaimed. Kaichi smiled and watched him get up and begin to walk backwards with the pole. When he finally landed the fish, it was so big that both of then were surprised that the thin twin had not broken under the pull of such a monster.
“He’s a keeper.” said Roko quickly. Kaichi laughed and agreed with him.
“You don’t find too many of that size in this lake, that’s for sure.” he said with an impressed nod. They looked up at the same moment and their eyes met, stunning blue mixing with bright gold. All of the happiness that the two boys felt flowed into that single collision. Kaichi’s smile faltered and he reached up his hand as if to touch Roko’s cheek, when in fact he just went to wipe a scale from his cheek. Roko tilted his face into the gentle palm without realizing it, he was too infatuated with the boy’s eyes at the moment to notice.
Roko felt as if he was sinking into the deep wells that held him captive. Then all at once, he felt something soft and warm press lightly against his partially open lips and the wells were gone, replaced by closed eyelids. It felt as though flower petals were being held to his lips. He was so in-depth with the kiss, he found himself closing his own eyes and letting his mind wander into the feeling.
Roko found him arm sliding around the young boy’s waist to pull him closer and in return Kaichi slid his opposite arm around the Prince’s neck. He had no idea what he was doing, but it felt right to him. Kaichi pressed his soft body against Roko’s larger and he scooted closer. Roko felt something else press against his lips for a moment. He frowned and opened his mouth experimentally to see what would happen. Roko felt something slip pass his opened lips and into his waiting mouth.
Kaichi slipped his tongue into his hot mouth and allowed it to explore. To his satisfaction, Roko let out a gasp. After he got over the feeling, the Prince let his tongue dance with Kaichi’s. Kaichi knelt down over Roko’s legs as Roko pulled his waist against his own belly. He whimpered as his swollen member was momentarily pressed against the muscular belly.
“Ahh! Ahh...” he sighed against Roko’s lips. The Prince realized that it felt good to him and he rocked Kaichi’s hips against himself again. Kaichi broke away from the kiss and tossed his head back, letting out a groan of pleasure. The young demons flipped themselves gently to where Roko was towering over the handsome boy but was still between his legs. Kaichi looked up at him, already sweating lightly, and gave him a soft yet encouraging smile.
“If you’re uncomfortable, either picture me as a woman,” he murmured with a slight face of disapproval that one had to look real close to see. “Or allow me to make all of the pleasurable moves until you learn how to, Prince.” There was no sneer in his voice or laughter at his inexperience, just a suggestive tone. Roko smiled and rolled over, taking the young demon with him. Kaichi smiled. Roko had to admit that he was a little embarrassed about not being able to handle himself.
“Right then,” Kaichi said softly. He kissed Roko again to keep his mind off of the matter and to allow him to search about his body with his hands. Kaichi slide his hands over every curve of the demon Prince’s body that he could reach. Now it was Roko’s turn to slide his arms around his neck and into the sea of sliver and black hair that fell to the boy’s waist when wore down.
Kaichi abandoned his lips and moved down to kiss his neck softly. He closed his mouth over the spot where his jugular vein lay and sucked on the skin lightly. Roko gasped and arched his body up almost to where they collided chests. Kaichi kept this up for a spell while slipping his hands into his silk kimono and exploring his naked chest. It was well build from years of disciplined training and very well tanned.
Kaichi pulled his hands out and moved them around to the back of his waist. Roko let out a moan to state his displeasure but was quickly silenced when he felt Kaichi skillfully undoing his silk sash. Kaichi finished and laid the precious article of cloth to the side where it wouldn’t be damaged. He slide his hands up his body and to his shoulders. He began to let them slide down his muscular arms, pushing the kimono off of his upper being. Kaichi kept his eyes on his hands, taking in every curve they passed over, until the entire upper part of Roko’s body was exposed. He leaned back off of the demon to take in the sight of him.
“God you’re beautiful,” he breathed out. Roko smiled up at him.
“I bet you’re gorgeous,” Kaichi smiled back.
“You can find out if you wish, Roko-san,” Roko smiled and reached up to undo Kaichi’s sash. He finished after a couple of fumbles and pushed the demon’s own silk kimono down to gaze upon him. He saw that the boy was as well built, if not better, than himself. He wasn’t entirely shocked, he had witnessed the vigorous work the boy put himself through each and everyday that he’d seen him, so naturally he was easy on the eyes.
“Hm, I see I was correct,” he murmured. “Quite the looker. I am not at all disappointed. You’re everything I could hope to find in someone.” Kaichi blushed.
“The feeling is mutual, my friend, word for word.” he whispered as he bent down. Roko opened his mouth to receive a kiss and was surprised when Kaichi veered off course and began trailing kisses down his body. He gasped as he came to his stomach and instinctively sucked in his stomach at the sensitive touch.
“Oh God,” Roko breathed out as Kaichi lingered over his stomach to taunt and tease him. Kaichi was steadily pushing the rest of his kimono as he trailed his way down. “Kaichi, oh God Kaichi.” He reached one hand down and combed his fingers through the fluid hair, the other stroked Kaichi’s back.
Kaichi smiled and continued his journey downwards until he reached Roko’s erected member. He immediately took it into his mouth. Roko whimpered and trembled with the effort to keep himself calm. Kaichi began running his mouth up and down his shaft with the skill of a pro, agonizingly slow at first. It was all Roko could do to keep from grabbing the sides of his head and ramming it onto his length. He shook and cried out wordlessly in an attempt to relieve some of the frustration. He clawed at the grass and dirt over and over.
Kaichi listened as the moans increased, signaling that Roko was close to release. He nipped the tip of his length and a satisfactory cry from the Prince was heard. Kaichi thrust his tongue on the underside of his member and grazed his teeth on the surface, still keeping a slow pace. Roko nearly lost it right then and there.
Finally Kaichi let Roko have his way and he sped up quite a bit. Roko cried out and arched his body up. He came after a while of this and fell back to the earth, trembling and sweating in buckets. The task had also taken its toll on Kaichi and he lay beside the panting Roko in a heap. He wasn’t nearly as tired as Roko, it’s just that all of the movement had drained him a bit, along with his own arousal which was . He rolled over to have a look at his new lover.
“Hm, have fun?” he questioned. Roko looked at him, still panting, then rolled his eyes in a ‘give me a break’ way and turned his face towards the sky again.
“If you call that fun,” he panted out, “then I’m Roko, Prince of this God forsaken stream.” He looked off to his right, away from Kaichi. “And that rotting fish of mine.” he added after a moment. Kaichi smelled the air and, sure enough, it
smelled of a half rotted fish. Kaichi wrinkled his nose at the repulsive smell, but leaned toward Roko to plant a kiss on his exposed neck.
After about ten minutes, a rhythmic pattern of deep and even breathing told Kaichi that he’d fallen asleep. Kaichi smiled and covered him back up in his kimono. He got up and walked over to the dead, stinking fish. He sighed, thinking it was such a shame that a good meal had to go to waste. Then he though it over and told himself that he would have done it again in a heartbeat if it meant he could.
He smiled to himself and tossed the dead fish into the river to be recycled back into the life cycle.

However, two hours later they were at it again. This time, however, both wanted more out of the experience. Before Roko knew what had happened, he was lying on his back holding onto Kaichi’s shoulders. The boy had his mouth pressed against the Prince’s in a far gentler manner that he’d ever experienced. Kaichi’s hands felt like silk against his body.

Roko felt him sliding his palms against his shoulder blades through the thin silk and he arched his body upwards.

“Oh my God...” he whispered as Kaichi broke away for air. He cracked his eyes and saw Kaichi smiling. “This feeling...I can’t even begin to explain it, Kaichi.”

“Then don’t try,” he whispered into his ear. “Let me show you what forever feels like, there’s a whole nother universe out there...and it’s waiting for us.” Roko only shivered at the sweet words being whispered right into his ear.

He gulped and took in a deep breath to calm himself. “Alright, I’ll relax. No more thinking from here on out right?”

“Exactly.” Kaichi whispered again. He lifted up Roko’s head and pressed their mouths together. Kaichi smiled to himself as he felt Roko’s hands slide from his shoulders to around his back. He flicked his tongue lightly against his lips in a silent request to enter, and Roko obliged by barely parting his lips. There was when Kaichi seized his chance, and he slipped his tongue into his hot mouth ever-so slowly.

Roko felt the intrusion into his mouth and he reacted by parting his lips further. Kaichi took full advantage of the gesture and he explored Roko’s mouth relentlessly. He lowered his body fully onto Roko’s so he could have free reign with his hands, which had been supporting his body.

Roko felt this also and welcomed the weight which had been looming over him. He felt one of the boy’s hands wind into his long hair and gently pull his head back a bit. His head began to spin as Kaichi sucked on sensitive parts of his neck, nipping very lightly as he went. Roko’s body involuntarily arched upwards and he gasped at the sensation he was feeling throughout his entire being.

Kaichi carefully slid his free hand down between the Prince’s already parted legs where there was a slight bulge. He gasped when he felt the pain of Roko’s claws digging into his shoulder blades, all the way to the bone. Naturally, he arched away from them but he also involuntarily slammed his hips downward causing Roko to dig his claws in even further.

“Ah! Prince, please.” he whispered out in a plea. Roko seemed not to hear him, lost in all of the pleasure he was feeling. He was in another world. Kaichi bit into his own lip and forced himself to ignore the pain, after all it was his first time. To take his mind off of it, he went back to sucking on Roko’s neck.
Roko felt Kaichi’s hips slam into his own and he gasped. He felt him pause for a few moments and he took this time to catch his stolen breath. Then Kaichi’s hand began to work through the fine silk to his stiffening member. He cried out softly and arched his hips up once again. The hand worked faster and soon came into contact with sensitive, bare flesh.

Kaichi let out a strained smile when he reached the hard shaft. His fingers nimbly wrapped around it and his thumb stroked gently. He heard the Prince’s shaking breath right in his ear and felt him lurch upwards, trying to create more friction. Kaichi smiled and moved his hand exactly in time with Roko’s jerking hips, denying him further pleasure than he was getting.

“Kaichi...” he panted in a dry, breathless voice. He swallowed and tried again. “Kaichi...please...I can’t...take it...”

“Then you shouldn’t play with the big boys,” he whispered right below his ear in an equally gruff voice. Yet he continued to stroke his member with his thumb. He knew Roko was hurting, and he wanted it like that. Roko would suffer as he was suffering with his claws imbedded in his shoulders.

Roko unearthed his claws from Kaichi’s bleeding shoulders unconsciously and reached around to undo the boys hand from his hair. As soon as he felt his claws were out, Kaichi began to run his hand up and down Roko’s shaft as he had wanted. His other hand slid out of his hair and reached down to undo the boys silk sash. Roko jerked his head forward and kissed Kaichi so fiercely that both of their lips were throbbing by the end of it.

Kaichi’s hands slid Roko’s silk leggings down his legs until they were off. Kaichi was reluctant to break the kiss, but he was running short on air. Plus, he had other things in mind that involved the use of his mouth.

Roko whimpered in protest but Kaichi silenced him with a quick jerk of his hand on his shaft. He gasped and bucked upwards and kept thrusting into his hand. Kaichi trailed kisses down his jaw and down his neck, licking up the little beads of sweat that were appearing all over his body. He supported himself on his free arm and kept licking down his chest. The boy paused to sucked on his nipples and nip at them ever so gently.

The Prince arched into him and groaned. His fingers snaked into his hair and massaged his scalp. He was overwhelmed at all the emotions and feelings he was being wracked with. He had a fuzzy idea of where Kaichi was headed on his body, it made him slightly nervous though.

“Kaichi...” he whispered, looking down at the handsome boy. Kaichi looked up at him with those gorgeous blue eyes and smiled warmly, that smile that made him feel as though they alone could protect him.

“Hush, my Prince.” he said in a warm tone that seemed to wash all over his being. “I know that you have never done this before. I promise that I will be sure to be gentle and give if you tell me you’ve had enough. I should warn you though, I will make you see stars by the end
of this.” He finished with a smile, reassuring Roko in every way that he was in good hands. Roko relaxed and laid back down, closing his eyes with a smile. Kaichi watched for a moment, then he wasted no time in taking Roko’s shaft into his mouth.

Roko’s eyes flew open and he gasped as he felt Kaichi’s hot mouth work up and down on his aching cock. Kaichi held his legs down in case he should try to buck up and hurt him, it would not have been the first time that had happened. He felt the young Prince arch up slightly, that did not bother him. He created a vacuum with his mouth on his cock and began to work up and down slowly, watching Roko from the top of his eyes.

Roko withered under his skillful mouth and shuddered. He whimpered when Kaichi refused to quicken his pace and reached down to move his head faster. Kaichi had been watching for this and he caught his wrist with one hand, the other went to massaging his sac. He quickened his pace finally, working his tongue under Roko’s cock for an even better feeling.

Roko felt his climax coming and he knew he couldn’t last much longer. He tried to thrust up into the hot mouth that encompassed him, but his legs were held in place along with his hands. He vision went fuzzy then black as he felt his climax hit, and it hit hard. He gave a strangled cry as his seed spilled into Kaichi’s throat. Kaichi knew exactly when it would hit and he swallowed it without any trouble, still sucking as he released the Prince’s cock out of his mouth.

Wordlessly, Roko slowly reached out and adorned his leggings again. He was flustered and panting hard. He really didn’t want to move, every muscle in his body begged for sleep, but the feel of Kaichi’s soft lips on his made him forget that thought immediately. He held his head there and kissed him back equally as soft. Kaichi made him lay back and he did so without resistance. Kaichi loomed over him on his side, supported on an elbow. Roko smiled at him and reached up to smooth some loose hair back. Kaichi kissed his wrist as it went by his mouth and they both smiled.

“So, did you see those stars I was talking about?”


Sesshomaru glared at Jaken, sending shivers up his spine. Jaken threw himself on the ground and begged for his lord to let him live. Sesshomaru made a sound of disgust and kicked him off to the side. Jaken let out a soft gasp as his body slammed into the trunk of a large oak.
“I trusted you with my son’s life, Jaken,” Sesshomaru hissed as he approached the breathless toad demon. Jaken trembled. “I trusted that you and your son would keep an eye on him. Why must you always disappoint me?”he growled as he kicked Jaken. He turned his back to his lackey and gazed into the forest. Sesshomaru smelled a familiar scent on the wind, a scent that always meant conflict and opportunity at the same time. A slight smile spread over his handsome features as he focused on the smell that would allow him to release some of his anger. He spoke to the wind with a voice purring with pleasure.
“So, we meet again. It’s been fifteen years, Inuyasha.”