InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Golden Gaze ❯ Chapter 1

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Disclaimer: Don’t own.Series: Inuyasha/Yu Yu HakushoPairing: Yoko/SesshomaruGenre: Angst, Humor(?), RomanceRating: Hard R-NC-17Warnings: Yaoi, language, violence (?), moreA/N: This is for Ru-Shin’s challenge on AFF.net. I’ve seen reports that Yoko is anywhere from 300 to 1000 years old and the same goes for Sesshomaru (800-3000) so I’m basing the time line on present time (In Yu Yu) and Sesshomaru is there. He still lives in the castle in the Western lands and rules it. Rin isn’t there. Guess why. And yes Jaken is. Why? Because I like the slimy toad. =3Don’t like, don’t read, don’t bitch.Golden GazeNight-Black-Wolf (blazing-wolf-08)Running a hand through his silken silvery hair the lord of the western lands ran a clawed hand along the smooth wood of the banister. His golden eyes took in the shining exterior and the noise of Jaken padding along somewhere below. His ‘faithful’ servant was always running here and there to try and please him. He never asked just did what he thought was right. Even when it annoyed the demon lord. Yet he still served loyally under him as if he were a god. But to Jaken in his eyes Sesshomaru *was* a god. Though today he was asked to get the home in order as an old ‘friend’ of Sesshomaru’s was coming. Ignoring the chattering of the maids and the insistent pattering of frog feet the inuyoukai let his claws drag along the banister as he walked nimbly to the end of the stairwell. He wasn’t too keen on the visitor. It had been about three hundred years since they had been in contact with one another. He had also heard rumors of his death. Thinking of the death of one of his old ‘comrades’, if he would even go as far as that to refer to him, and specifically this one didn’t stir much emotion in him. Death was a part of his life. He had gotten use to it like he was trained to. Grieve in private, get over it, and get on with life. And he had done just that.But he was back now. And he wanted back in his life.When he was told that his lover had been killed he had, in the open, shrugged it off as nothing. That he’d get over it and find another. He really had no intention of ever taking another. He didn’t want to have to go through that pain again. He knew it’d hurt if he lost him. But never that much.He had managed to elude all the other demon lords who had willing daughters. It had also made him a huge target for assassination attempts. Not having an heir meant that as soon as he was dead the western lands were open territory. But he hadn’t been so willing to die just yet. At that time he had Rin to take care of and Naraku to kill. But now there wasn’t anything, besides knowing that he’d leave Jaken to deal with his enemies, keeping him alive. He had far outlived his half brother. So he had no one to fight with anymore. The Northern lord Koga* annoyed him far more than he’d like to admit. The Eastern Lord Shinra the Jaguar also was one who got on his nerves. But for other reasons. He was around when he was a child and is one of the few who could tell what he felt just by a look. And Shinra loved to exploit this when Sesshomaru was being ‘stubborn’ about talking. Shinra was like a second father to him but not that he’d admit it. Truthfully Shinra had always been there for him and had helped him when he needed it. He had never abandoned him for whatever reason. He had come to enjoy the old man’s company on rainy days or just whenever Shinra felt the need to make himself welcome and come to chat. Shinra was also the only one who knew about Sesshomaru taking a male mate. It wasn’t unusual for demons to take males just for short stems of pleasure when no other means were necessary but that was all they were for. Just pleasure. It was viewed as un-demon-like for males and males to mate. Heirs couldn’t be produced from two males so it wasn’t sought after for lords and royalty to go after the same sex. And that *was* Sesshomaru’s plan. Sesshomaru had stumbled upon the silver kitsune when he was inured and taking refuge in one of the caves on his land. The silver kitsune had chosen his animal form. It was easy to see the crimson river that flowed from his ribs. The ground was drinking all of it up leaving dark stains where there had been liquid. It seemed that he had been lying there for some time as his breathing was barely a puff of air and his fur was matted and coarse with grime, mud, and blood. His eyes were glassy and clouded with fever. The demon lord’s first intention had been to kill him right away. He didn’t have the time to waste on those who couldn’t be helped. But the low whine that emitted from the feverish sleeping kitsune had made him turn around and look closer. Growling softly he walked slowly to the fallen figure and had hoisted him over his shoulder, being sure to put him on the shoulder without the spike armor. The entire time he had walked back to the castle small whimpers and cries dripped from the unconscious kitsune’s lips. He felt the twitching of defined muscles beneath the silky fur and kitsune flesh. It had taken the silver kitsune two months to recover from the injuries that were both physical and some mental. His body healed slowly no matter how much demon energy was put into it. Choosing only to show his human form when he had acquired enough energy he had promised the western lord compensation. Though Sesshomaru told him he hadn’t done it for a reward. It was another two weeks before he was able to hold his humanoid form and take care of himself. Yoko.He had to try and all but torture him to get his name. The kitsune was untrusting but Sesshomaru didn’t bother with it and just told him that he would be allowed to stay for as long as he wanted. Yoko had made himself scare around the inuyoukai wanting to just observe. He had slunk around to the library and picked a few locks but he had managed to get a good idea of what the demon lord was and how his personality fit him. Yoko had also been the first one to take their relationship from a personal level to an intimate one. Sesshomaru hadn’t been the willing one and it had taken a lot of convincing from the thief to get the inuyoukai to comply.It had never been an open relationship either. Shinra had nearly beaten it out of Sesshomaru. The western lord told him for the fact that he knew he could trust the Eastern lord with that. For that he was more thankful than he could, or ever would express. Information of that stature could, literally, be the death of him.Sesshomaru also was reluctant to have sex with the kitsune. But he eventually gave into the teasing touches and sweet promises of pleasures to come.Besides Yoko had a tendency to be hormonal and demanding. He was always jumping him whenever they had a moment alone. And more than once they had been walked in on with Yoko straddling his waist, clothing awry and flung all over. Sesshomaru found it embarrassing but Yoko had always laughed it off saying that they would have to learn sometime.His kisses and fleeting touches were hard to resist for the Inu. He had never been in a physical relationship with anyone let alone a guy. He had been taught that this was wrong and so he had learned nothing of it. But Yoko himself seemed to be experienced and he normally let the kitsune take the lead. It wasn’t for a few months though that he let Yoko take him. It was rainy and storming out. Yoko had been in the library on the arm of the chair that Sesshomaru was trying to study in. He had been hanging all over him and was complaining of being bored. Sesshomaru had found out the hard way what happened when the silver kitsune got bored.He was entertaining guests and was sitting at the head of the table with Yoko at the other end. Shinra and his mate, Isis, were at the sides. Koga had chosen to decline; later on Sesshomaru thanked the gods for this.Sesshomaru had noticed the fleeting glances and tried to ignore them the entire night. But they only grew more intense and even Isis had noticed. She had begun to secretly smile to herself trying not to laugh outright at the desperate look on Yoko’s face and his twitching tail. Sesshomaru was trying to not throw the glass in his hand at him.Though the glass managed to get broken anyway as Yoko jumped him from the other side of the table.Isis screamed from both surprise and humor as Shinra put a hand over her eyes gaping slack jawed as the two demons on the floor kissed. Or Yoko nipped and nibbled at Sesshomaru’s lips while he pushed on his chest trying to dislodge him. When he felt the kitsune’s hands on his belt he mumbled an apology and the two jaguar demons fled from the room laughing uncontrollably now.He had been assured later that it was fine and Isis had always wondered about male sex. Sesshomaru’s growling and promises of revenge were only met with the mild voice of Shinra.And as Yoko’s desperation grew he had finally given in.It wasn’t like the two had never seen one another naked before. They had bathed in his hot springs many times before. That was another place he had come to avoid during Yoko’s hormonal moments. The water droplets glistening off of the muscled creamy skin was enough to want to make him give into the temptation of what was known as Yoko. But he had held off not wanting to jump into anything. Though his love for thunderstorms had been his one downfall. He had given into the thief that night. Even now all these years apart he could still remember his taste. The way he felt when he was deep inside of him. The way that his fingertips always found the right spot. The texture of his tongue as he lapped at his skin. The mewls that dripped from his lips as they lay entwined. “Lord Sesshomaru!”Shaking his head silver tresses sprayed out around his face to lay gently, tenderly, on his face, neck, and shoulders. He had stopped walking at the stairwell and was staring at the ground. Making a sound, just a small rumble of his chest, he turned his golden gaze to the toad demon at his feet that stared up at him in concern. Tightlipped he ignored the questions and walked straight to the door as the bell rung.It was him.He was back.And the western lord wasn’t quite sure he was ready to deal with his old lover just yet.He hadn’t said a thing about wanting to be back together. And he wasn’t sure if that scared him or not. If he wanted to come back and rekindle their relationship he wasn’t sure he’d be able to do that. He wasn’t sure if he *wanted* to. Yoko had broken his promise and had left with Kuroune. Kuroune had died.And Yoko had become even more cold than before. He had become increasingly protective of Sesshomaru and a part of him knew that he was afraid of losing the demon lord too but it also made Sesshomaru wonder.And then he had gone on one more heist. But he didn’t come back.For over three hundred years Sesshomaru had to live with rumors of his secret lover’s apparent death. For over three hundred years he had to find something to keep him going.Now Yoko was back and just like that things were shifting once more. It was always like that. Yoko had the means to always turn his stable world upside down. It both annoyed and exhilarated him. And he wasn’t sure if it was something that he should like.Licking his lips he grazed his velvety tongue along the curves of his fangs and the roof of his mouth.Growling he pulled the door open glaring into the harshness of the sun.Silver hair gently brushed his cheeks and his neck tickling his chest. The same cocky smirk was in place and the golden gaze was just as intense and passionate as ever. Fangs gleamed over pale silky looking lips. A white wardrobe hung loosely and comfortably on his muscled frame. His hands were crossed over his chest. Teasingly his outfit left few parts of his body visible but enough that it wetted your tongue. His face was still unmarred and looked like it had been carved from cream colored marble. His body was probably as hard as marble. It seemed he had been taking care of himself. Then again a legendary thief wouldn’t just sit around and do nothing. His hair had grown a bit longer than now it reached to just about his calves. He hadn’t really changed physically but he could see the mischief behind his eyes had dimmed just a bit.At that he felt a stab of jealousy. He wanted to know who could’ve tamed the legendary Yoko Kurama when even he couldn’t. He glared as his former lover flashed him a fang-filled grin. His eyes twinkled with secrets that only he knew. That was one thing he loved about him. The way that even if he was frowning his eyes always were alight with some new plot or scheme to get a hold of some artifact. He knew his own eyes were dulled by time. He had seen one too many things. His body was tired. Physically and mentally. He had wanted long ago to die but King Enma had seen too much potential in him to let him just die. So he was forced to live on. His hair was its normal ankle length. That was the good thing. His hair never grew so he needn’t worry about cutting it. His body ached for the warmth that it had been denied for so long at even this length. Stepping aside he let the thief enter. As normal his eyes swept over his old home. It was a reflex for him no matter where he was. Just to check and make sure that there were escape routes left for him. And that there were no enemies. “So…been a long time, eh?”“Ch. Three hundred years and you come all this way just to tell me that?”He knew his tone was just as icy as his eyes were at the moment. But he was pissed. Pissed that Yoko had left him. That he had been working in spirit world too but didn’t contact him. That they were right beside one another but weren’t allowed to have one another. That he had died without saying anything. Leaving him to deal with their deaths all alone. He had changed from the inuyoukai that Yoko knew. And he knew that there was no room in his heart for love anymore.He stood alone now. And that was how he wanted to keep it.“Sesshomaru…I…I l-love you…”And those words had managed to crumble all that he believed and stood for in a matter of seconds.* I refer to Koga as the northern lord because the information that I have gathered showed that more than once he was called the lord of the north.



A/N: And part two coming soon. This is already like eight pages so I want to split it into two parts. I don’t have a beta for this and I know there are mistakes I’ve missed so just ignore those since I know about ‘em already.