InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Warlord Prince Sesshomaru ❯ Epilogue ( Chapter 2 )

The Warlord Prince Sesshomaru

 

Two-Shot

 

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the InuYasha characters nor the Blood Realm. Any of the other characters such as Daemon Sadi and Lucivar Yaslana are creations of Anne Bishop. Darn it.

 

A/N: I have been thinking on doing a little sequel to the `The Warlord Prince Sesshomaru' one shot for a while now. But I wanted to add in Anne Bishop's sexy male characters that no female can ignore. So, it is with great pleasure that I introduce you to Daemon Sadi and Lucivar Yaslana along with some other males of the Blood Realm. This one shot has NOTHING to do with the Black Jewels Trilogy…mostly. ~Vixen

 

 

 

*Four years after Lady Kagome has formed her Court*

 

 

The Eyrien male stood impatiently in front of the dark wood desk. Soft leather pant clad legs stood shoulder width apart as if preparing for a battle.

 

With Lucivar Yaslana, everything was a battle. His black hair brushed his shoulders lightly while his gold eyes watched in barely contained irritation the male behind the desk. He huffed, his dark membranous wings rustling in irritation. He was an Ebon-gray Warlord Prince, father, brother, and husband these past several years.

 

And he wouldn't trade it for anything. For centuries he was confined to Terreille, a territory outside the Shadow Realm. Though things were no where near as horrible as things once were there, he still refused to return.

 

He was imprisoned as a pleasure slave for most of his life. The ring of obedience around his cock forcing his submission to petty Queen witches who sought to use him to bring a dark line back to the Blood.

 

Too bad they failed. He was too stubborn for his own good as he had often been told. But he was no where near as cold hearted as the male before him.

 

“What do you want, Prick?” a sultry voice asked him. Lucivar grinned showing only teeth, a predatory smile.

 

“It's about time you noticed I was here, Bastard.” He dropped into a chair before the desk designed to accommodate his wings. The male behind the desk leaned back and pinched the bridge of his nose, a habit he had picked up from his father.

 

The man was beautiful with smoldering gold eyes and black silky hair that fell carelessly across his forehead. Elegant fingers tipped with long black nails tapered beneath his chin as he raised one eyebrow in question. His silk white button up shirt was neatly pressed as was the black coat he wore over it. He crossed his black clad legs as he looked at the Eyrien male before him.

 

Here sat Daemon Sadi, the new High Lord of Hell and Black Jewel Warlord Prince, former consort to the dark court of Witch and husband to Jaenelle Angelline.

 

But that was a story for another time.

 

“Chaosti saw me today.” Lucivar said quietly to his brother. Daemon raised one perfectly shaped eyebrow at him. Chaosti was a Grey Jeweled Warlord Prince of the Dea al Mon and husband to Gabrielle, the Queen of the Dea al Mon.

 

“And what did Prince Chaosti need?” Daemon asked in a bored tone. Lucivar shifted uneasily, wondering what had riled Daemon up.

 

He had danced with the Sadist enough times to know when he was treading on thin ice.

 

“You remember when we met Prince Taisho?” Lucivar asked him. Daemon lost the bored look in his golden eyes and frowned.

 

“Of course, he was the Consort to Gabrielle's grandmother. The former Queen.”

 

“Well, wouldn't you know that he sired?” Lucivar grimaced. Daemon's brows went into his hairline.

 

“He fathered a child with Gabrielle's grandmother?” Lucivar grimaced again.

 

“No.” Daemon faltered, feeling slightly panicked. He hadn't felt his way in a long time. “With a Dhelman witch.”

 

“And the whole point of this is?” Daemon asked irritated. Lucivar grinned at him.

 

“There is a new Territory Queen near Dhelman.” Lucivar ran his hands through his hair. Daemon stood up and walked to a side board. He returned with two glasses full of brandy. He sat in front of Lucivar on the desk as he slugged back half the drink.

 

“I thought Lady Kun-Loon was Territory Queen.” Daemon said, inwardly grimacing at the lecture he was sure to get at the hands of his father, Saetan SaDiablo.

 

“Well, she stepped down four years ago.” Lucivar twirled the empty glass in his hands before looking at his brother in mock sympathy. “Guess you aren't keeping up with things.”

 

“Shut up, Prick.” Daemon growled. Lady Kun-Loon had taken over as Queen when Lady Sylvia stepped down. “The whole point of this is?”

 

“Lady Kagome took over when her mother stepped down. She wears the Ebon-grey.”

 

Daemon swore.

 

“The male who did her Virgin Night is…was…her Consort. They are about to marry.” Lucivar said.

 

“Again, what does this all have to do with Chaosti?” Daemon growled. Lucivar looked at him

 

“Prince Taisho fathered a male heir. Prince Sesshomaru Taisho also wears the Ebon-grey. He is current Consort to Lady Kagome and soon to be her husband.”

 

“Chaosti came to discuss this?” Daemon asked bewildered. Lucivar shrugged.

 

“He mentioned that he wanted to meet his `cousin'. Suppose ably, he's a formidable Warlord Prince.”

 

“So?” Daemon said as he leaned back on the desk. Lucivar grinned at him

 

“He wants us to come with him.”

 

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Kagome rushed around her home. She had just received a message that the High Lord himself was coming to meet her. `Why does this always happen to me?' She demanded silently to herself as she directed servants to prepare three rooms. One for the High Lord, one for the Warlord Prince of Ebon Rih, and the last one for the Warlord Prince of the Dea al Mon. She had yet to tell Sesshomaru about the three guests. And personally, she wasn't really looking forward to it on top of preparations for her own wedding ceremony.

 

She was shocked when Sesshomaru said he no longer wanted the Consort ring. She was shocked and hurt at his declaration, thinking that his habit of moving between courts had returned.

 

So when he demanded, yes `demanded', a wedding band instead, she promptly fainted. Now, she had never fainted in her life and the whole thing was very over rated.

 

A pair of pale hands skimmed up her sides causing her to shriek in surprise. A deep chuckle next to her ear caused her to relax and lean back into the comforting presence behind her.

 

“What has got you in such a fit?” Sesshomaru tucked his little female closer to him. She sighed softly, tilting her head back and locking her sapphire eyes on him.

 

“Uhm.” She began, squirming nervously. He narrowed his gold eyes on her.

 

She squirmed.

 

He growled.

 

“The High Lord is coming to visit.” She squeaked. He raised a brow at her.

 

“That's all?” he asked her. She pulled a strand of his silver hair between her fingers as she looked away.

 

“No. The Warlord Princes of Ebon Rih and…the Dea al Mon are accompanying him.” She felt him stiffen against her and she pulled back.

 

“Sesshomaru?” she whispered his name. He looked down at her, his gold eyes blank. He pulled from her and turned in the opposite direction. “Sesshomaru! Look at me!”

 

He ignored her and walked down the corridor.

 

“Sesshomaru!” her sweet voice dripping in anguish followed him as he left the hall. He ignored her cries, as heart wrenching as it was. What was this sudden sense of betrayal?

 

He opened the doors to their shared chambers and hesitated. Of course she didn't know. He had never told Kagome much of his past. How his father practically turned his back on him when he refused to remain with the Dea al Mon and he's brief run in with some witches from Terreille. He had escaped being brought to his knees with the ring of obedience but barely. His father had sold him out to teach him a lesson.

 

Never turn you back to an enraged Warlord Prince.

 

He left the Dea al Mon, only returning when it was absolute necessary. Thus, he hadn't been back in several centuries. He hid himself well throughout the years, but now he had been found. He wouldn't run, it wasn't what he was.

 

He hadn't kept in touch with his father's people in so long that there might be the possibility that the current Warlord Prince was not his father. A slim chance, yes, since the life span of his father's people was fairly long. But was it a chance he was willing to take?

 

A sniffle behind him caused him to turn.

 

Watery sapphire eyes looked up at him in question.

 

Yes, he would stay. He loved the little female before him more than anything. He would face down his father if need be to stay by her side.

 

 

 

 

The three males dropped from the Winds onto the landing pad. They were only several hundred feet from the home of the Territory Queen. The male with long silvery hair and large grey eyes fidgeting nervously.

 

“Prince Chaosti.” A cold voice snapped. Chaosti stopped and looked back at the High Lord.

 

“Forgive me.” The Eyrien male snorted.

 

“Get over it, Bastard.” He grinned. Chaosti remained silent as he wondered how Lucivar could get away with mouthing off to the High Lord. Then again, the two of them had been through a lot before Daemon became the High Lord.

 

They walked towards the mansion, taking in the wonderful gardens that surrounded the home. They were met before the door by a Green-Jeweled witch. Her sharp gold eyes watched them approach in open amusement. It made them wonder what kind of witches lived there.

 

“High Lord, Princes.” She bowed politely to them. “I am Sakura. If you would like, I will take you to the dining area for some refreshments. I am sure you are in need of some substance after the distance you traveled.” She raised a brow at them.

 

“Thank you, Lady.” Chaosti found his manners and bowed back. It seemed the females here weren't that different from their own females. They were led through the doors and taken to a homely dining room. Sakura left them to their selves.

 

“Well, this is awkward.” Lucivar mentioned but poured a cup of coffee anyway. Daemon said nothing as he sat down in one of the chairs. Chaosti paced nervously for a moment before sitting too.

 

The door flew open.

 

All the males jumped to attention.

 

A small female dressed in stylish brown pants and what was obviously a male's shirt stormed into the room. She spun on her heel and grabbed the edges of the doors.

 

“How dare you!” she yelled at someone unseen. “I never gave you any reason to doubt me! How could you keep something like this from me! I would have told the High Lord to mind his own business and stay away if this was how you were going to act…you…you…jerk!” With a final huff she slammed the doors shut and spun around. Sapphire eyes widened in shock as she faced the room's occupants.

 

“This must be Lady Kagome.” Lucivar said dryly as he stretched his wings. Daemon looked at her in amusement before agreeing. Kagome's face paled.

 

“High Lord?” she asked softly. When Daemon nodded his head she squirmed. “Forgive me! I am sorry you had to see that. I mean…I…blast it all! I can't stand that male!” The three males broke out in laughter. Kagome stomped her foot in agitation.

 

“Forgive us. You seem to be having some problems. Should we return at a later time?” Chaosti came to his senses first. He really didn't want to leave just yet. Kagome shook her head and rewarded the males in the room with a bright smile. They faltered.

 

“No, it should me apologizing. It seems my Consort,” this came out in a growl, “Is being difficult. Please, I will take you somewhere…uh…quiet.” She nodded her head quickly, her ebony tresses bouncing. The doors burst open with a powerful blast. The three males immediately growled at the fury plowing through the doorway. Their instincts throwing them to the killing edge to protect the small witch before them.

 

But when the being walked through the door they were thrown for a loop and were thrown back from the killing edge.

 

A tall Warlord Prince stormed into the room. His silver hair was long and moved about him in his fury. His golden eyes were hard and intent on the small female before him.

 

“I will not be spoken to in such a manner, Kagome.” He ground out between clenched teeth. Kagome huffed and turned her back to him.

 

“I don't care what you think anymore.” She turned back on him, her sapphire eyes ablaze in her fury. “You can sleep in the barn for all I care!” she pointed her finger at him. His golden eyes narrowed on the finger pointing at him and he frowned. Without a word he strode forth and leaned down. His hard shoulder met her mid section as she was tossed over his shoulder. The breath knocked out of her she could say nothing as he strode from the room.

 

She found her voice somewhere down the hall as her cries of indignation rang through the house. The three males left in the room where stunned speechless. It was at this moment that Sakura returned to the room. Her gold eyes danced in amusement.

 

“I am sorry for all of this, Princes. My son is usually not so…” she struggled for a word but when she couldn't find one she shrugged.

 

“That was your son?” Chaosti asked her. Sakura looked at the male before her and nodded.

 

“So that is Prince Sesshomaru Taisho.” Lucivar murmured. His golden eyes were trained outside the door where the pair disappeared.

 

“I trust this visit is not to be acquainted with Lady Kagome and more so to see my son?” Sakura asked them. The males remained silent.

 

“I asked the High Lord to set this meeting.” Chaosti said. “I have been wishing to meet my elusive cousin for some time now. I come bearing the news that his father, Sugumi Taisho has returned to the Darkness.”

 

 

 

She beat her tiny fists on his back as his long strides carried them to their chambers.

 

“Put me down this instant!” she shouted at him. He remained silent, throwing open the bedroom doors and shouting them with his foot. He tossed the fuming female on the bed, watching in barely veiled amusement as she bounced before settling.

 

“Our discussion is far from over.” Sesshomaru told her.

 

“I was speaking with the High Lord before you came barging in.” Kagome snapped at him. Her fury so tangible he could taste it.

 

And he loved it.

 

She continued to rant at him while his mind went to other possibilities. She looked so delectable spread across their bed. Her cheeks were flushed from her fury and her hair in disarray from him carrying her upside down.

 

He crawled across the bed to her and she immediately stopped yelling. Her sapphire eyes became hooded as she looked at him. He growled at the sight. He pushed her back on the bed, his large frame hovering over her smaller one.

 

“I'm sorry.” He grunted as he tossed her shoes over his shoulders. “I should have said something.” Her pants followed. “But it was something I have been trying to put behind me.” Buttons flew everywhere as the shirt was torn. His hungry gold eyes took in her nude form beneath him. He placed a soft kiss in the hollow of her throat, enjoying the little noises she made as he trailed his mouth to her collar bone as he nipped it.

 

“Apology…” her breathing became heavy. “…accepted.” He growled at her answer, burying his hands in her hair as he tugged her mouth to his own. Her lush lips parted beneath his own as he plundered her depths. Her small hands began to tug at his clothes, devesting him of his shirt and pants. He pulled back in frustration and tugged his clothes off before returning to her mouth. She sighed into his mouth, her warm fingers tracing intricate patterns on his chest and back. His groan of delight vibrated through her body as he trailed hot kisses across her cheeks.

 

“Hell's fire, woman. You have no idea how much I love you.” He murmured in her ear. Her answer was a sweet mew as he dipped his long fingers within her moist sheathe. She was hot and ready for him and he enjoyed the song she sang for him as he played her mercilessly. The sheets were balled between her hands as she thrashed her head against the pillows. His gold eyes were hooded as he watched her come against his hand. He brought his fingers to his lips, licking her sweet essence as his eyes closed in delight.

 

Kagome's sapphire eyes were dark in her passion as she watched him. He wasted no time in tugging her to him, her lithe legs wrapping around his hips as he drove his hard arousal into her. Her groan of completion matched his own as he savored the feeling of being tucked deep within her. She shifted restlessly against him causing his eyes to roll in the back of his head.

 

He began a slow pace, enjoying the feel of her clenching him within her as she mewed for more. He tugged her hands above her head, holding her down to maintain the slow excruciating pace. She growled in frustration at him. His laugh was strained.

 

 

“Sesshomaru…” her voice was heavy with her passion for him. “Please…”

 

“Please what?” he growled as he leaned over her. His tongue traced the rim of her ear.

 

“Please…” she panted.

 

“Say it.” He demanded, hoping she would put both of them out of their misery.

 

“Damn it, fuck me already!” she snapped at him. His golden eyes widened at her declaration before becoming feral in their intensity. He strove forth, her cries of relief and pleasure pushing him more, to give her more than she demanded of him.

 

He thrust hard, hitting her sweet spot causing her to cry out to him, clenching him within her. He came hard, his harsh cry ringing out as her own cry of completion shuddered through him. He collapsed, catching himself above her as he strove to catch his breath.

 

“Where…” he swallowed, “Did you learn such language?” Sesshomaru demanded. Kagome blushed at his question.

 

 

 

Kagome sat up straight in her chair, a sapphire gown swirled around her feet as she looked at the males before her. Daemon's gold eyes were hooded at his watched the Warlord Prince enter the room. It was hard, fighting the urge to confront him. But years of practice allowed him to keep a blank face as the Prince sat next to his Queen.

 

Gold eyes met gold in a battle of wills.

 

“Damn.” Lucivar muttered to Chaosti. “If I didn't know any better, I would say they were related.” Chaosti snorted softly as he tucked a silver strand behind a pointed ear. Daemon and Sesshomaru wore identical blank emotionless masks. But their eyes burned with a inner fury unmatched.

 

“Prince Taisho.” Chaosti said, drawing Sesshomaru cold eyes to himself. “I am sorry to come to you, cousin, under these circumstances.”

 

“And what circumstances are those?” he demanded. Kagome reached out and viciously squeezed his thigh. He ignored her.

 

“You father had died.” He bowed his head. Sesshomaru said nothing for a long pause.

 

“Pity.” He said as he turned away.

 

“Sesshomaru!” Kagome looked at him. “How could you say something like that!”

 

“My father never cared for me, Kagome. Why would it matter to me if he had finally died? He had been dead to be these past several centuries.” He said as he turned his eyes back to Chaosti. “Is that all you came to tell me?”

 

“No.” Chaosti said. Lucivar and Daemon looked at him. “Your family…our family…has asked me to bring you back.”

 

“No.” Sesshomaru said. Kagome rolled her eyes at him. Lucivar smirked.

 

*I like her.* he sent to Daemon on a personal spear, mind to mind. *She would get along great with the coven.* Daemon snorted at him.

 

*You would be asking for it.* he sent back to him. Lucivar shrugged as he watched Kagome scold Sesshomaru.

 

*So…* Lucivar asked him, *When do you think she'll time him she pregnant?* Daemon's eyes snapped over to Lucivar.

 

“Hey, waif.” Lucivar began. Daemon's eyes narrowed on him. Kagome looked over to Lucivar in question. “Shouldn't you be telling your male something?” Kagome blushed.

 

“How…how could you?” she tried to get out. Lucivar shrugged.

 

“Must be all the years I spent around the coven. I pick up on things like that.” Kagome blushed again. Sesshomaru glared at the Eyrien male before turning to his Queen.

 

“Uhm…” Kagome squirmed. “You see…I have been meaning to tell you this for a while now. But with everything going on it just slipped my mind.” Sesshomaru waited patiently for the kill. “I'm pregnant.”

 

The room was silent.

 

“What?!” Sesshomaru stood up as the chair he once sat in was thrown back. Kagome leaned back from him, mumbling her answer again. He didn't hear her, it didn't matter cause he heard her well enough the first time.

 

Pregnant.

 

She was carrying his child.

 

His child. He was going to be a father, a chance to be something better than his own father.

 

He grabbed her under her arms and pulled her to him. Her squeak of surprise muffled against him as he crushed her to him. He buried his face in her ebony tresses. Hot scolding tears ran down his face and into her hair. Kagome held him to her, her own tears streaking down her face.

 

“I love you.” She whispered to him.

 

“I know.” He told her. She hit him lightly.

 

“Jerk.” She mumbled. He chuckled.

 

“You like me this way.” He said. She sighed because she knew it was true.

 

 

The three males still in the room remain silent as they watched the moment shared between the couple.

 

“When Marian told me she was pregnant…” Lucivar sighed. “I was silent for a whole fifteen minutes.”

 

“That's a record.” Daemon muttered. Lucivar shot him an indignant look.

 

“When are you and Cat going to start a family?” he grinned. Daemon sputtered. Chaosti chuckled silently, thinking of his own family at home. His grey eyes looked at the Queen and Warlord Prince standing in the center of the room. This was also his family, whether Sesshomaru wanted to admit it or not. One way or another, he would bring him back to the Dea al Mon, even if he had to drag the entire court here.

 

 

Now `that' was an idea.

 

 

 

 

 

A/N: END! LOL! Wow, that was hard as crap! I just can't do justice to Daemon and Lucivar like Anne Bishop. *cries* the things I would do if I had them…but I don't. Anyway, reviews are appreciated and if you haven't read the Black Jewels Trilogy yet….DO IT! DO IT! ~Vixen