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Little Prince

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A/N: Neither Sesshoumaru or Kurama belong to me, they belong to someone else, sad but true. This is the first part in a possible trilogy. It's a lot shorter than the other two, oh well it's more like a prequel more than a first chapter anyway.

Warnings: Contains shouta ai, Yaoi, and swearing. If you don't like it, than don't read it. It's as simple as that. Peace out.

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Sesshoumaru stomped out of his father's castle and into the courtyard, trying desperately to rid himself of the annoying human servants. They were a nuisance and he couldn't bring himself to comprehend why the Lord of the Western Lands always kept them around. His mother apparently shared his views on them, which was a relief to the young inu prince. He needed at least one person to stand with him when arguing with his father about such matters, as little help as she was. "It's better than nothing I suppose," he quietly muttered to himself stopping his angry tromp only when he was satisfied that he was far enough away from his father's castle.

Frustration welled up inside of him the more he thought about the events in his life, his father, the way his mother catered to his every word and need. How could any man want a boneless woman like that was absurd, he would never in his life let any one lean on him so. If someone by chance just happened to start being dependant on him he would make sure to get ride of them at the first possible moment. It was useless to keep around someone who couldn't think or do anything for themselves without permission.

The soft patter of feet slowly drew him out of his thoughts. He hissed under his breath, hating the fact that it was probably his father's guards coming to bring him home. He wasn't so young that he couldn't take care of himself for a few moments inside of his father's own domain. It was ridiculous. Then something accrued to him, the sounds were coming too close too fast, followed by distance yells too faint to make out but they were there none the less. Had someone gotten through the boarders without the guards knowledge?

He snorted, well that was nearly impossible. One of the reasons everyone was so afraid to meddle with the Lord of the Western Lands was because of his ruthlessness to invaders and trespassers. He ruled with an iron fist and, in Sesshoumaru's mind, ruled it well.

Sesshoumaru turned and pressed himself against the side of a tree trying to make himself as invisible as he could in white silk robes in the middle of a lush green forest. He peered through the brush toward the sound of the padding feet and in the matter of a few moments another flash of white caught his eye, moving too fast for him to make out the figure but he could smell it. Just barely.

The figure stopped just a few feet from the young princes hiding spot looking around as if to find a hiding place of his own. His long white hair and tail swished in the faint breeze, golden eyes seemed to glow in the moonlight and ears flicked this way and that catching every little sound that the forest made.

Sesshoumaru barely hid his gasp. He had heard of such creatures before during his classes, of course, being a prince required him to be forced to learn about everything the world possessed weather in may be myth or fact. The myth portion of his classes always held his interest more than the facts. One in particular was about a silver fox demon, not red like most, just one kitsune youkai with such beauty that no one else could ever come close to having. Only a few supposed sighting in the past three hundred years made the angelic creature a `possible myth.' Yet the sketches in his books never could capture the shining light that the beast in front of him held. "Kirei," he whispered not bothering to keep the awe out of his voice.

The creature jerked and turned to face the young prince slanted golden eyes widening in shock then narrowing in anger. He reached out his clawed hand and grasped the inu by his neck, "Far from home little runt, aren't we?" it hissed, even his voice brought such in impact on the young lord that his body shivered. "Do you know what it means to have laid eyes on me?"

Sesshoumaru managed to glare at the taller demon, "You will unhand me now, peasant," he ordered trying to find some strength to put into his voice.

The creature smiled, his shining eyes sparkling with mischief, "The little boy prince wonders out at night and gets himself in trouble. I could crush your throat right now if I so wanted to. Unfortunately you could be my ticket out of here." The kitsune grabbed him and gracefully climbed the tree, the leaves seemed to bend and shift to hind both their bodies from the oncoming guards.

Long nails gently traced patterns on Sesshoumaru's neck, "Now little prince, just stay here and be quiet and I might think to let you live another night," hot breath whispered in his pointed ears causing goose pimples to spread across his skin. He could feel the others steady heartbeat against his back. Never before had he been this close to another creature in his life. He softly sighed and leaned against his back against him relaxing into the hold. He felt the other slightly twitch, surprising him with the contact.

"I won't yell for help," Sesshoumaru whispered back, "Just tell me your name."

The silver youkai chuckled softly in his ear, nails still trailing patters yet no longer seemed threatening, "I could give you any name that I chose."

"Then give me that, peasant," he hissed becoming slightly irritated at the fox's games, "Or should I just call you `Kitsune.'"

The youkai gently nuzzled his ear, starting at the tip and stopping at the lobe. "I can hear your heart beat little prince." As if to emphasize his words he reached around and placed his other hand on his chest, gently trailing his nails in patterns to the rhythm of the ones on his neck. "I can feel it beating practically out of your chest," he voice turned low and husky, "Are you scared, or do you feel something else."

He felt the kitsune's tongue lap against the side of his neck. He hissed through his clenched teeth, his lower regions tightening, "Stop with these games Kitsune, or I will have your pretty head for a trophy over my bedchamber."

He chuckled again, pausing in his teasing to watch the guards below them, "Shhh, little prince, or you shall get us both killed."

Sesshoumaru nodded and arched his back reaching behind him and gripping the tops of the kitsune youkai thighs not caring if his was being laughed at.

The kitsune lightly lapped the side of his neck and slipped a hand into his robes, nails caressing the bare skin of his chest stopping to tease one of his nipple into a small hard bud.

Sesshoumaru let out a small moan and gripped his thighs harder, his own nails digging into skin.

"Responsive aren't we, little prince? Yet I can't help to feel that I am molesting a small helpless child. I do have some morals you know," the silver fox whispered low enough for only the inu prince to hear not pausing in his touching and teasing.

"What is it?" he heard one of the guards ask, only now realizing that another guard was stopped under their tree and looking up at it.

"Kitsune!" Sesshoumaru hissed, "They know that we are here."

"Hush, little prince," the youkai answered, baring one of the young prince's shoulders and nibbling on it while slipping his other hand under the white robes he wore to grip the small hardness between his legs.

Sesshoumaru jerked in the older demons arms and moaned again, this time louder.

The guard beneath the tree shook his head and called back to his companion, "Fucking lower class youkai, can't find a decent place to fuck. He's not over here"

"Spread the squads out. Find him!" the first guard shouted loud enough for the nearby patrols to hear.

Sesshoumaru panted and squeezed his eyes shut as the older youkai's hand working between his legs in a steady rhythm. The kitsune moved under him, rubbing against his bottom in beat with his hand the evidence of his own desire pressed tight against his smaller body.

The young heir to the Western Lands felt himself flying, nothing existed outside of the warmth behind him and the skilled hand between his legs stroking him, touching him in a way that no one else had touched him before. The pressure in his lower regions was indescribable, the pleasure so great that he thought if it lasted any longer his entire body would just explode the force of what he was feeling.

He arched his body pressing the other youkai against the trunk of the tree forcing the hand to grip him almost painfully, sparks danced in front of his eyes and in the distance he thought he vaguely heard someone howl.

The kitsune chuckled as the small inu prince sagged on top of him, his breath coming out in little pants, his small pink tongue just barely stuck out between slightly open lips. He was positively adorable. He slowly let go of the boy and slid his hand out from under his robes, smiling as he reached his hand up and began licking the child's desire from his fingers. Slowly sucking on his digits as if to savor the flavor, "You taste so good, little puppy," he purred causing the hair by the inu's pointed ear to slightly rustle, "we should do this again, when you are just a little older, ne?"

Sesshoumaru was surprised that he felt himself nod, just barely trying to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat.

The other youkai chuckled again, his voice low and husky, "Then perhaps I should pay another visit later down the road. For now I have to leave." He gave the young prince's neck a soft kiss, "Good bye little puppy."

And he was gone.

Sesshoumaru blinked and looked around only to catch a flash of silver to the side of him then nothing. The only sent in the air was the musky smell of sex, not a trace of the kitsune was any where but the fingers the curled around his memory.

The young prince growled deep in his throat and straightened out his white robes, climbing down from the tree. The slightly damp moss felt cool and soft beneath his bare feet as he quickly walked towards his father's castle forcing himself not to look back in the direction that he saw the departing splash of white against the green forest.

"I will remember this day, Kitsune," the heir to the Western Lands hissed to the trees, shame settling deep with in his heart at what had just happened, "Next time I will not be so weak!"

TBC ...