InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ False As Silver ❯ Stealing From Sesshoumaru ( Chapter 1 )

Story: False As Silver

Summary: Years ago, Bandit Youko Kurama and the Lord of the West had an…encounter. Now, Youko's lover Hiei asks Youko about the best he ever had.

Chapter 1 - Stealing From Sesshoumaru

Youko Kurama observed the Lord of the West, Sesshoumaru, from a safe distance, taking in each and every movement with a practiced eye. It was odd. Such a powerful demon Lord traveling in these dangerous times without a retinue, a retainer, without any kind of pomp and show; a simple warrior traveling through the land with only his armor and sword.

There were no airs about him. He lay down under a tree to rest, resting against his mokomoko and walked the rest of the time. Kurama had had no opportunity to see him utilize his demonic powers; to the untrained eye, he may as well have been a human, albeit a very rich one judging by his clothes. White silk was the height of luxury in those times when methods of washing were still very primitive and white silk, once stained would never again be good as new and rich, snobby lords wore nothing if not the finest clothing. Therefore, even among nobles and daimyo, white silk was worn only at important ceremonies by the elite, as a sign of superiority and status. That this man should wear it casually, as daily wear hinted at the Lord's immense wealth.

Therefore, the ordinary looking sword and armor were probably priceless treasures. He had heard the rumors about that sword, that it could bring the dead back to life. If he managed to steal that, he would be more than the king among thieves; he would be legend - the thief who stole Death itself.

He appraised his victim - it was important to read people accurately to determine their weakness. This was obviously a man accustomed to power, unused to being challenged. It was hard to judge a demon's age but something about him spoke of youth and arrogance and consequently, inexperience. Of course, as the son of the great Inu no Taisho, the youth was bound to be powerful and the thief was not willing to risk a confrontation that would probably result in his bloody demise- foxes were not big on foolish bravery and honorable altercation; sneakiness and cunning were more their style.

He observed his prey for three days and two nights. The demon Lord slept with the sword lying next to him, as against having it propped against his chest as he had seen most warriors do. There were whispers that the heir of Inu no Taisho resented his legacy; today, it would cost him his sword and his pride. On the third day, as the sun set, the fox prepared to make his move.

Only later, when he was caught in the claws of the dangerously pissed off demon Lord, did he reflect that perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to use such a light dose of sleeping powder in the air - his plants were apparently not as strong as he had thought.

Of course, as a thief he had to approach stealthily, and he was good at it. In fact, he was so good at masking his scent and aura that most demons were none the wiser when he stood a hair's breadth from them and stole the merchandise right from under their noses. Added to that, the sleeping powder should have knocked him out or at the very least, clouded his mind and slowed his reflexes. This perplexing demon Lord, however, had detected and grabbed him so easily as if to suggest that he could not have been more obvious if the thief had danced in front of him in an orange tutu.

"So," he murmured softly. "A thief."

Kurama tried every trick he knew to try and slip out of his grasp but did not succeed in even loosening it. His strength was surprising, considering his effeminate looks. Of course, stories of his ruthlessness in battle abound but Kurama did not trust stories. Lay people were too easily intimidated by flashy, violent displays. Strength was very different from violence.

But as he tried to escape from the demon Lord's grasp, his mind was racing. How had he been detected? This had never happened before and if he lived to see another day, he would have to correct the flaw in his mask. But right now-

"L-lord Sesshoumaru," he managed out, holding the demon lord's gaze. "Is this really the only way?" The grip did not loosen but nor did the demon snap his neck.

"The punishment for attempting to steal from me is death."

Youko smirked, eye glinting with mischief even on the verge of having his neck snapped. "Then tell me…" perfect eyelids lowered seductively and his tone dropped an octave. "Why do you hesitate?"

Sesshoumaru said nothing. Youko made one last attempt to escape from his grip while the demon Lord was preoccupied and he almost succeeded but at the last second, Sesshoumaru's hand was back on his throat and he was slammed onto the forest floor with a snarl. With the demon Lord leaning over him like that, there was very little chance for escape but this position was advantageous to the wily fox in other ways...

"Forgive me," he told him, unabashed. "It is in a thief's nature to escape his captor, but perhaps I would not mind being your captive, My Lord."

He gave Sesshoumaru a suggestive once-over, and wet his lips invitingly.

"There are so many more…appealing ways of punishing me, Sesshoumaru-sama."

The weakness of the powerful - power. And the fox demon was not afraid of saying anything and everything that would keep his alive.

Sesshoumaru let his eyes roam over the fox demon's admittedly alluring body and Kurama knew the battle was won.

"Do not attempt to flee, fox," the demon Lord warned, lowering his hand from his throat. "I will not spare you a third time."

Kurama knew better than to try…right now. Instead, he stood up languidly and tilted his head to the side, allowing the silver strap of his outfit to slip off his shoulder and simultaneously exposing his neck to the demon Lord.

"How will you have me, my Lord?"

With a glance, Sesshoumaru hinted that he wanted him to undress. So Youko performed a mind-blowing strip tease that had the demon Lord's hardness straining in his hakama by the time he was done. Now fully naked, Youko approached the demon Lord, lightly closing his lips over Sesshoumaru's. Sesshoumaru allowed the kiss to make him forget everything else and when he broke away, his haori was gone and his intricately tied obi was undone. The youkai Lord was impressed.

Quickly, he shed his hakama and then slammed the fox demon against a tree. Youko moaned and allowed the demon Lord to nip lightly at his neck. The fox's hands roamed Sesshoumaru's body, memorizing each reaction. Since the beginning of time, great sex had always been the most effective distraction.

His hand closed over Sesshoumaru's shaft and he felt the demon Lord buck slightly against his hand as Sesshoumaru held back a moan. Youko smirked. Well then…a challenge. The stoic demon Lord was not one to display emotions and reactions easily, even during sex. Before the end of the night, the Master of Seduction vowed to have him screaming.

Slippery as an eel, Youko slipped through his arms and dropped to his knees. In one sure move he had the Lord's shaft engulfed in his mouth and he heard Sesshoumaru groan, one hand tangling in his hair, urging him on. Youko used his talented tongue to full advantage, swirling it over each and every area of his cock, effortlessly cataloguing what moves made him lose his mind. When he was sure the demon Lord was about to cum in his mouth, Sesshoumaru's fist tightened in his hair and he winced slightly as he was pulled up harshly.

"Enough."

In one fluid movement, the Youko had his chest pressed against the bark of the tree as the demon Lord entered him in one sure thrust. Youko groaned at the large intrusion. So much for being effeminate.

Sesshoumaru pressed up against his back, chest to back. Then his mouth took one furry fox ear in his mouth and Youko gasped, eyes going wide. The demon Lord hadn't once touched him there; how did he know that area was so sensitive?

Sesshoumaru pulled back and thrust back in. The third time, he varied the angle slightly and Youko cried out as his prostate was hit dead on. Sesshoumaru chuckled icily in his ear. The demon Lord's hand circled his nipple lightly and Youko once again gasped in surprise as, instead of pinching or playing with it, Sesshoumaru raked his claws lightly along his chest, leaving razor thin claw marks that bled for only a moment before healing into barely visible, red trails.

"You were saying something about escaping, thief," Sesshoumaru murmured amusedly in his ear, "Tell me…do you really want to?" Youko cursed him silently.

He had been fully ready to beg for it - power hungry demon Lords usually could not get it up unless there was some form of humiliation, submission or violence involved. Youko knew all there was to know about the art of seduction - submitting on his own terms was no hurt to his pride. But this demon Lord threatened to strip him of his control. Youko were highly sensual creatures; they enjoyed the many varied forms of sexual pleasure and Youko was very used to finding his pleasure in others - it was a novel and a slightly disconcerting experience for him to have his pleasure controlled by someone else. The control would have to be won back.

Arching his back slightly, Youko glanced back sexily at the demon Lord. "Like I said...who would want to escape from your grasp?"

Sesshoumaru smiled and Youko felt a chill down his spine. "Flattery will get you nowhere, fox. I believe there is a punishment to be dealt here."

Youko stiffened for a moment. What was he planning to do? Was he some kind of a closet sadist?

As the night progressed, Youko realized he was not. But what he did was just as bad. The demon Lord had controlled his pleasure with a practiced hand, not allowing him to cum. Considering that this was to be his punishment, Youko felt that it was not bad at all. Kitsune were very skilled in controlling their arousal - seduction was their weapon and it would not do to be a slave to it themselves. So while everyone else willingly gave up all for the few moments - or hours - of intense, incomparable pleasure to be found with Youko Kurama, the kitsune himself remained master of his own lust.

But Sesshoumaru's torturous hands could rival his own in skill. In fact, with silver hair and golden eyes, they were not all that different. But while Youko was all lean muscle and supple body, radiating a languid sensuality, Sesshoumaru was hard muscle and crackling power at the tips of his fingers and on the surface of his skin. Sesshoumaru had expertly manipulated his weak spots, making him almost sob with pleasure, whispering dark, sinful lies in his ears that made Youko himself want to forget everything and give in to the moment.

Then, when he had finally been allowed to cum, Youko had simply collapsed in the demon Lord's arms. But that was not enough, apparently. With swift, sure touches, the demon Lord had brought him back to full arousal. Going more than once was nothing new for the fox demon - kitsune were known for their…stamina, after all. But after such prolonged torture, he had not thought he would be able to get aroused so soon. And this Lords Sesshoumaru was something else. He had been taken in several different positions, the dog demon contorting the supple fox's body in positions he had not assumed in a very long time. He had been forced to cum again and again and each time, the demon Lord taunted him by holding off longer than his captive.

Kurama decided to pay him back for that. The arrogant demon needed to have his pride taken down a peg. He would steal Sesshoumaru's sword.

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Nearing dawn, when the demon Lord finally allowed him to rest, Kurama was not sure even he had the energy to get up and put his plan into action. It was too bad that the one time he found a partner that could keep up with, and even best him in the sack, he had to run. Slipping soundlessly away from the sleeping demon Lord, Youko plucked a seed from his hair. He had a lot of practice with hours and hours of sex and yet, never had he been so exhausted - Sesshoumaru was one of a kind. For a moment, he stood staring at the sleeping Lord, memorizing each and every feature. Then he crushed the seed between his fingers regretfully, filling the air with a heavy, intoxicating fragrance.

"They call it the Devil's Snare -" he muttered, "It ensnares the senses, sending the inhaler into a deep fantasy for a long time. Some lose their mind completely, desperately chasing a fantasy in their own minds but I hope you are strong enough to recover in a few hours, although you may not be able to move for a couple of days. It causes lethargy and a slowing down of mental functions as well." He stood staring at the now unconscious demon Lord. "'Tis a pity to part like this, Sesshoumaru-sama, but you are a dangerous one indeed and not merely in battle."

He bent down to pick up the sword lying carelessly near Sesshoumaru-

-when his wrist was caught firmly in a clawed hand. Youko froze and glanced to his side to see Sesshoumaru smiling dangerously at him.

"Y-you…you're awake…" the youko stared, mystified.

Sesshoumaru inclined his head. "The Devil's Snare…perhaps it does not work on the devil himself…"

Youko chuckled. Yes, the devil indeed and he would soon send the kitsune to hell. In his profession, one got no second chances; to miscalculate was to forfeit one's life and he had underestimated Sesshoumaru.

Not letting go of his arm, Sesshoumaru picked up the sword. The Youko held his head high, back straight and proud not at all ashamed of his naked body. Sesshoumaru faced him, equally unself-conscious about his nakedness, long silver hair swaying gently in the wind and even as he was about to die by his hands, Youko had to admit that he was gorgeous.

Sesshoumaru gave him a lustful once over and smirked. "Youko Kurama is indeed everything people say he is."

Youko smiled even though he was astonished. Sesshoumaru had known all along who he was? Was that his plan all along? To slay the bandit Youko Kurama?

"And what do they say, My Lord?"

Sesshoumaru's amber eyes bore deeply into his and the moon low in the sky bathed the forest clearing in a beautiful light, making Sesshoumaru seem almost unreal. "They say Youko Kurama is the greatest thief of all time…and an unrivaled lover."

He smirked. "I agree with the latter but the former…"

Youko scowled. "I would have got it too if only I had made the dose a bit stronger…but then how was I to know? Even this much would have been lethal to many and I do not want the Lord of the West's blood on my hands."

Sesshoumaru's eyes shone with amusement. "You think highly of yourself, thief."

His grip on the fox demon's wrist tightened for a moment. "Leave the Western Lands. If I hear any complaints about the bandit Youko Kurama in my lands, I will personally come after you…" Youko's eyes widened as he received a sharp smack on his ass. "…and you will not get away with such a pleasant punishment."

"You're letting me free?" Youko asked incredulously.

Sesshoumaru released his wrist and clawed fingers caressed his cheek. "I am loathe to destroy such beauty."

Youko smirked, preparing to disappear into the forest.

"Who would have thought the scary Lord of the West is a sucker for sex?" he asked cheekily.

Sesshoumaru smirked, eyes dancing with his own brand of mischief. "I was warned that tenseiga would be fair game for bandits, especially one Youko Kurama. A little risk is not an unfair trade in exchange for a night with the elusive fox. I have heard Youko Kurama answers no one's call."

Kurama stared as Sesshoumaru smiled.

"Perhaps next time, it would be advisable to not linger for 3three days around your target."

Then, before he could blink, Sesshoumaru transformed into his energy ball and was gone with his clothes, armor and sword.

Youko seethed and punched a tree. Sesshoumaru had known all along! He had enacted this whole façade merely to bed him. Then annoyance gave way to amusement as it occurred to him that he, Youko Kurama, Master of Deception, had just been played.

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1000 years later-

Hiei laid back into the sheets panting lightly. Next to him, Youko was already on the verge of deep, blissful slumber that inevitably follows great sex. But something had been on Hiei's mind for a while now and he had to ask.

"Kurama?"

Youko shifted under the sheets sleepily and put one arm across his eyes.

"Hmm?"

Hiei took a deep breath.

"How many lover have you had before…you know, us?"

Youko opened his golden eyes in surprise and turned to look at his lover but Hiei had resolutely trained his eyes on the ceiling.

"How many?" Kurama repeated carefully.

Hiei reddened slightly but remained silent.

Youko propped himself up on his right elbow to look properly at the fire demon. One long slender finger trailed down Hiei's bare chest seductively; that simple action was far more arousing than it should have been, but after all, Youko Kurama was a master of everything related to sex, arousal and gratification. He leaned down and whispered low in Hiei's ear, the husky voice and the warm breath sending shivers down his spine.

"Too many to count."

Some might have considered this an unnecessarily cruel answer to give, especially at such a time, but for Hiei, his lover's limitless experience and conquests with regards to sexual matters had been an inexplicable source of arousal. But right now, he did not find this answer as trivial as he once had. Unable to articulate his anxiety, he turned worried eyes on his lover who, fortunately, understood that there was something bothering him.

"Why so troubled, koi? You knew the answer before you asked."

Hiei merely grunted and turned away, beginning to regret ever going into this matter.

"It's nothing. Forget it."

Ideally, this should have stemmed further inquiry on the subject but this was Youko Kurama and Hiei should have known better. Kurama's eyebrows were raised as if Hiei had just made some grave confession.

"Really?"

Hiei groaned and pulled a pillow firmly over his head as if that would hide him from the dancing amusement in Kurama's eyes.

"You're jealous!" Kurama stated cheekily.

"No!" Hiei shouted and turned to glare at the slyly grinning fox demon. "As if I care who you whore around with!"

Now, anyone else would have been insulted by such an accusation but Youko Kurama was amused rather than offended. Mostly because it was true.

"But you do care," he said smugly. "That's why you brought it up."

"No…well, not exactly," Hiei mumbled.

"Oh?" Youko raised an eyebrow.

"It's just that…I wanted to know if…" Hiei's cheeks actually turned pink and Kurama was intrigued.

"Well, was there anyone- I mean of course there was, but how many were..." he took a deep breath and rushed the last few words out. "…betterthanme!"

Kurama stared at him in shock for a moment and then burst out laughing.

"It's not that funny!" Hiei told him indignantly.

Kurama did not reply because he was too busy rolling around with laughter.

"Yes, it is!" the fox gasped and continued laughing. Hiei watched him for a moment and then quietly turned away and closed his eyes. Realizing he had genuinely hurt his lover, Kurama immediately stopped and turned to his sulking boyfriend. When he refused to open his eyes, Kurama lowered himself over the small fire demon and proceeded to kiss him senseless. There is very little hurt in this world that can withstand a Youko's kiss and not melt into goo so our pouting fire demon did not stand a chance. Youko only released him once he heard Hiei moan.

"I did not mean to hurt you, Hiei," Kurama whispered. "You know I love you. All the others…there's no comparison."

Hiei opened his eyes warily and looked carefully at the fox demon. Kurama sighed.

"The reason that was so funny, Hiei, is that you should feel threatened by my past lovers when none of them ever came even close to sharing what we have."

Hiei sighed.

"I didn't doubt your love, fox. I was wondering about…sex. You know, plain fucking."

Youko raised an eyebrow. Hiei explained.

"I know you're not exactly monogamous by nature, fox," Hiei said, smiling wryly. That was the understatement of the century. "I was just…wondering if you…you know, miss being with others - or anyone in particular."

Kurama's face was carefully blank as he considered the question.

"Hiei-"

"I want to know the truth," Hiei cut him of already having guessed the answer from his friend and lover's reluctance. "Who? Kuronue? Yomi?"

Kurama laughed lightly. "Kuronue was great in bed. Yomi, hmm…not bad but he was too eager, too submissive, so not much fun."

Youko smiled. "There were many who were good, Hiei. You know me-" He winked. "-I only settle for the best."

Hiei gave him a look that said that he wasn't buying it. Kurama chuckled.

"Alright, fine. If you must know, yes there were a few who were better at sex than you. But only because they had far more experience, Hiei." Kurama grinned slyly. "But you can always get more of that. I don't mind in the least."

"Yeah just bet you don't," his partner grunted. "But the only experience I'll have with is you," Hiei complained. "And you're way too good at mastering and masking your responses for me to ever be sure of what effect I'm having on you. You only show what you want me to see."

Youko acknowledged this with a smug smile.

Hiei gave him a very deliberating look. "I don't suppose you'd ever let me…with anyone else-"

Kurama's eyes suddenly had a steely glint. "Not if they want to survive, my koorime."

Hiei sighed dejectedly as if this was entirely unfair; he was, of course, completely ignoring the fact that he would have done exactly the same to any of Kurama's present lovers.

"So there were many?" he asked finally, sounding a bit put out but also resigned as if he'd expected this.

Kurama crossed his hands behind his head and lay back.

"Hmm…but there was one…by far the best…"

Hiei was suddenly very attentive. "Who? Who was it? Was it someone from your band?"

Kurama shook his head. "No, before that. Before I formed a band of thieves there was a daiyoukai…"

Hiei's eyebrows went up into his hair. "A diayoukai?"

Kurama smiled wistfully. "Yes. A very powerful demon…and a skillful one at that."

Hiei was impressed. It took a great deal to warrant this kind of praise from the fox demon.

"Who? Someone well-known?"

Kurama could see that Hiei was very eager to know the details so he perversely decided to enjoy his impatience.

"Yes…he was a Lord…"

Hiei's eyes widened. "A Lord?"

Then he made a face. "Wait, not Raizen right?"

Kurama laughed. "No, not Raizen."

"Then who?" Hiei demanded. "Come on fox, stop playing your games and tell me!"

Kurama looked at him intently. "The Lord of the West…Sesshoumaru."

Hiei's eyes went very round and he almost fell back onto the mattress. "Lord Sesshoumaru? That ice-prick is good in bed?"

Youko chuckled. "He's definitely no ice-prick in bed. In fact, his prick is-"

"I don't want to know," Hiei interrupted hastily then added almost accusingly. "Besides, isn't he mated to his half-brother, Inuyasha?"

"Inuyasha was a mere child when this happened. Sesshoumaru traveled the Western Lands alone then." Then Kurama smiled mischievously.

"Come on, Hiei. Aren't you even a little bit curious? For example how big-"

"I said I don't want to know!" Hiei shouted and turned away angrily, pulling the sheets over his head. Stupid fox, bragging about his exploits to him like that! Then a warm, strong hand pulled his back firmly against a hard, sweaty chest. Hiei went rigid and struggled to get free. He was still mad at him, dammit! But Kurama didn't let him go. Lethal fangs nibbled lightly on his ear and Hiei shuddered at the zing of pleasure through his body.

"You know," a husky, deep voice whispered in his ear. "I think you are curious. I think you're more than a little curious…"

Hiei shook his head helplessly. "No, no…no I'm not…"

An icy chuckle.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, my little koorime."

A skillful hand, more knowledgeable than his own trailed down to his cock and played with it lightly, causing it to harden. Hiei moaned and bucked unconsciously thrusting his ass against the fox demon's already hard member. Youko smirked and held him captive in his arms, rendering him unable to relieve the ache on his own.

"Do you-"

Claws pinched his nipple between them in that way that drove him absolutely mad.

"-want him to join us?"

Hiei's eyes widened even through the onslaught of pleasure.

"Ungh! I- aaaah - no…no I don't..."

A fully hardened cock grinded against him, but didn't enter him.

"Liar."

"Not- ungh…not l-lying…I-"

A warm rough tongue did something with the shell of his ear that had him screaming.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaah ok …ok fine…yes I do, I want him to join us! Fox now, please!"

Hiei groaned in relief as Kurama made a satisfied noise in the back of his throat and thrust hard into the fire demon's already well stretched entrance.

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