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The Emperor and his Champion	By : Lady_of_the_Squirrels Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 945 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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                All through dinner, Helaku watched his Emperor. He sat at the head of the table, listening to his children as they talked through their days. He had been surprised at first at how attentive of a father he was. His kids could ramble about their days for hours and he would sit and listen to them, providing advice when it was appropriate.
                His mind still raced from this afternoon. He had never expected the man to play the game so well. What in the world had changed? Suddenly he noticed those eyes focused on him, burning into him. It was distracting. Uncomfortably distracting. He could feel his ears and face burning again and that annoying little tug of his lips, this time it stayed. He knew it was real because he could see it stuck there.
                ‘He’s so old,’ he thought absentmindedly. He took a bite and caught those eyes giving him an invitation. He stopped chewing, did he read that correctly? No, that was impossible. The Emperor does not invite anyone, anywhere with his eyes. He watched him gingerly tap his cloth napkin to the corners of his mouth in the most polite way he’d ever seen and looked lovingly at his two grandchildren sitting next to his oldest son. He bid them goodnight and excused himself from the table, casting one last look to Helaku as that perfect suit walked out of the dining room.
                Helaku waited until the end of dinner, chewing each bite longer than necessary as he mulled over this development. This was a game, what was the next move? He decided it was a surrender if he didn’t show up. With new resolve he got up and slowly left the dining room, thanking each member of the wait staff he passed.
                He climbed the stairs slowly, trying to think of the next move. How did he one-up an invitation? Hitting the floor with the bedrooms of the royal family he looked to the right, staring at the double doors that led to the west wing. He knew the Emperor’s room was behind those doors, he’d be waiting there. He felt warmth pool up in the bottom of his stomach and shoved the feeling down. He walked forward, his footsteps sure until he pressed his hand on the handles of the door.
                “What’re you doing?” He turned around to look at Sesshomaru’s oldest, Shikamaru. The man was a duplicate of his father just with green eyes and more youthful. He was just over 150 years old and the sight of him made that embarrassing blush flare all over his body.
                “Your dad called me up here.” He stated it as calmly as he could. His hand shook slightly on the handle and Shika sized him up before turning and walking away. That did not convince him one bit and he knew it. The man was too smart.
                He knocked, remembering himself. No answer came and he started turning around to leave. This was it, this was the trick. He wanted to see if he’d just show up, testing if Helaku had been lying earlier. Then the door opened, coming ajar but not opening further. He waited a moment and then pushed the door open.
                Sesshomaru was on the phone, pacing in front of his large window in the last of the daylight. He looked to Helaku and pointed at a chaise lounge, pointing his finger down like one does a dog to tell them to sit. Helaku’s jaw hardened, he did not enjoy that but stubbornly sat down. He could hear his hushed tones, growling into the phone in frustration. His suit jacket was off, the buttoned up shirt showing off lithe muscle with each movement. Muscle is not what Helaku had expected despite knowing the man for years.
                He hung up and sat his phone on the coffee table in the middle of the room. His face was drawn in anger, his eyes on fire. They fell on Helaku and Helaku suddenly felt small. He’d been at the wrong end of that expression before. He started to think he was in trouble and maybe he was going to die. This wasn’t a game, this was the best way to hide all of the evidence. His body became tense, ready to defend himself.
                Sesshomaru’s eyes raked over his body and he bristled under the attention. “You wanted me, sire?”
                That smirk graced his lips, not the slightest bit hidden. “Was I obvious?”
                Helaku looked confused for the smallest second, then suddenly realized what he had said. His face turned bright red and there was a strange sound in the air. A laugh, he was laughing?! He looked up at the Emperor, completely lost.
                He sat on the lounge next to him, his body close. Heat rolled off of him in a confusing wave. Helaku looked into his eyes, turquoise challenging amber in a battle of understanding. He had always had this image of Sesshomaru writhing under him, his features more womanly and suddenly he felt this image was not accurate.
                “You have sat in my office, watching my every move for years. Do you think I don’t know that look?” His voice was low, his lips dangerously close to Helaku’s ear. Helaku could feel his hot breath, suddenly driving him mad. He shuddered, his eyes daring to close for a moment. “I’ve been alive for so long, I practically invented that look.”
                He was so wrong about topping this man. He was in danger.
                “I’ve been waiting for you to move, what are you going to do?” His hand came to Helaku’s thigh, running up it at an achingly slow pace.
                “You’re so old,” Helaku breathed out shakily. It was the only thing he could think to try and bring this back to banter. Helaku felt the small breathy laugh, he had already told that joke at his own expense and he was very amused with the young commander.
                “What do you want, my champion?” His voice was a whisper, seductive and in his ear. Helaku was quiet, not sure what to do. The warmth backed off and he wanted it to come back but merely watched as the Emperor leaned back on the lounger, watching him with amusement dancing over his face.
                “You don’t get to win.” He stammered out indignantly.
                “I think I already won.” Sesshomaru smirked as he watched Helaku struggle with how to get him to come back.
                “Joke’s on you, I didn’t want this. I just wanted to see what you’d do if I showed up,” Helaku grinned, this was it. Make him embarrassed.
                “You can leave when you want, no one is stopping you. I have a whole army of consorts. I can have any of them up here to handle my situation. I might even bring up multiple tonight” Sesshomaru watched him, enjoying the discomfort roll across his friend as he pictured the image planted in his brain. The man’s groin jumped to life with the images.
                Sesshomaru stretched out on the lounger, undoing the top few buttons of his shirt revealing a preview of his chest. It was much more muscular than Helaku realized. He drank in the smell of Helaku’s arousal, watching him with half lidded eyes.
                “We don’t talk about this,” Helaku moved closer to him, a growl on his breath.
                “Talk about what?” Sesshomaru asked innocently, watching him crawl closer. His hand cupped Helaku’s chin.
                Helaku glared to him, only mad he was losing this game. He was supposed to seduce, not the other way around. He didn’t respond, just looking into those amber eyes.
                “Word to the wise, my champion: I always win this game,” He spoke softly, his lips against Helaku’s lips and the ginger melted. He was angry, and his lips clashed hungrily against Sesshomaru’s, wondering if he could potentially still switch this. He saw the challenge in those amber eyes as he began to fight back.
                No one was stupid enough to challenge him, he wouldn’t be expecting it Helaku tried desperately to convince himself. He put his hands on the surprisingly broad shoulders, trying to push the emperor back against the chair. His suits hid this quality well, Helaku thought to himself. He felt the emperor relax back and just as he thought maybe he was all talk, he felt a hand creep up his hip, pulling him away by a belt loop on his uniform.
                “You worked in this all day, how long were you outside?” He looked questioningly into those amber pools as they took him in.
                “You didn’t seem to have a problem two seconds ago,” Helaku smirked, not realizing the older man had a thing against getting dirty.
                “Hm, I never said I had a problem. I don’t want my nice clothes getting ruined.” Helaku rolled his eyes and the emperor caught his chin in those lithe fingers, looking at him in deep thought.
                “Probably shouldn’t wear such nice clothes then if you don’t want to get them ruined,” Helaku trailed one of his own fingers down his chest along the buttons. He felt a small growl rumble out of his soon to be lover.
                “Or you could join me downstairs.” The emperor was fast to move away from Helaku, standing on his feet as Helaku teetered on his hands and knees on the lounge where the slender man had been. His face burned red as he saw those eyes raking over him again, enjoying the view of the commander on his hands and knees.
                “Downstairs?” Helaku righted himself, getting to his feet. They were similar in height at least so he wasn’t at a disadvantage there too. That manicured hand reached out to him and he hesitantly took it, for the first time being self conscious about his bigger fingers. The soft skin rubbed tenderly across his callouses as he was led to a set of stairs at the back of the room. He was confused for a moment, not expecting the caring gesture
                He had never heard of these stairs and as he followed Sesshomaru down the winding staircase it opened to a large, beautiful room. The interior was designed to look like an outside hot spring with old Japanese inspiration all around it from his homeland. The plants were well taken care of and there were a few wonderfully manicured bonsais. Robes hung on the wall with soft towels stacked high. He slid his shoes off at the bottom of the stairs and looked at Helaku as he removed his socks.
                “Sire, I don’t understand how you’ve hidden this room,” he continued to look around in awe, sitting on the stairs to remove his combat boots and socks. Sesshomaru chortled quietly under his breath, gingerly walking across the smooth stone floor in the slippers waiting for him. His hands undid his buttons slowly and Helaku watched them realizing these were the hands of a tired man. He folded his shirt along the creases, setting it down on a waiting bench and Helaku admired the well muscled torso, his face on fire again.
                Then he froze, boot in hand as those same tired hands tugged at the leather belt around Sesshomaru’s waist. He unbuckled it, letting the buckle hang open as he unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks. Blue satin appeared behind the waistband, and then those hands stopped and Helaku felt that stare. The hairs on his body stood up and he dragged his eyes back up the emperor’s body. Following the small trail of silver hair from his pants to his navel, up his abs and his pectorals before landing on that now much more masculine looking face.
                He had it bad, and he could not back out now. He swallowed thickly, he no longer cared about winning. He set his boots next to Sesshomaru’s nice dress shoes, the socks sticking out of the tops. He started to walk barefoot to the emperor and he noticed the emperor’s eyes shift to the slippers waiting for him. He slid them on awkwardly and approached the bench.
                Those tired hands beckoned him closer and he fumbled dumbly with the buttons on his uniform. Normally he could get the clothes off easily, impressing his partners but his fingers felt numb. Those hands batted his own away and with an impatient precision unbuttoned each button of his uniform and they caressed down his biceps and forearms as they slid it off. He folded it just as he had his button up. “Undershirt.”
                Helaku stood there, staring at him before realizing his waiting hand was outstretched. He slid the undershirt off his body and handed it to the man. He watched it get folded and then felt those hands on his waistband. “Your highness..” His voice trailed, not sure what he wanted to say. The hands stopped.
                “Do you wish me to stop?” His finger ran along the button of his pants. Helaku chewed his lip, meeting his eyes. Sesshomaru waited patiently, that annoyingly emotionless expression on his face. His eyes however, searched Helaku’s, begging for an answer.
                “What does his highness wish of me?” He replied quietly, wishing it had come out much more like earlier when the man had asked what he had wanted. Those hands left his waistband and the eyes turned cold.
                “If you are here because I am his highness, then you may leave. If you are here because you wish for my affections, then I would ask you to let me know if you want me to continue,” He responded dryly. Helaku flinched, he was not here because this was his ruler. He was here because he had desired this man for years. He was here because up until today he loved addressing this man by only his first name, as no one dared to do to watch annoyance flare up around his eyes when they were around people. He was here because suddenly a spark had ignited something between them today and he was finally getting what he wanted.
                “Sesshomaru,” The word fell even quieter than he had intended. The fire lit back up in his emperor’s eyes and those hands calmly returned to his waist, this time pulling him in close to him as they stood torso to torso. His eyes searched again and then lips sought his, softly at first but then with much more need as Helaku responded to him.
                His lips were just as soft as Helaku had thought and his head swam as he felt a soft nibble at his bottom lip, causing a soft sigh that was quickly replaced with a probing tongue. A small part of him fought again, his own tongue vying for a dominance that had already been lost. His superior growled into their kiss, his hands undoing Helaku’s pants before those fingers rubbed up his torso, getting lost in Helaku’s chest hair.
                “I could never grow chest hair,” He mused as his lips left Helaku’s, his fingers splayed across his chest feeling the muscle and soft hairs against his skin. Helaku had tribal tattoos across his chest and arm, he’d never noticed. His fingers traced it softly, surprised but not mentioning it.
                “Well, at least I win at something today,” Helaku smirked, his hands tugging at the other’s slacks.
                “You win at many things, most days. That is why you are my Commander.” Helaku heard little emotion in those words but they still made his chest swell. It was there in that expression, the pride of his emperor. Like some precious jewel he coveted above all else. He began to wonder how he had missed it then realized those pauses were never because he was throwing him off with his looks. Those pauses in their meetings were a moment for Helaku to make a move and he had failed to move over and over. Those hands traveled around to his ass, squeezing in the most gentle of ways, pulling their hips together as it also pulled his mind back to himself standing in this beautiful room with the most powerful man in the realm.
                “Are you always this romantic?” Sesshomaru laughed quietly again, he was beginning to really enjoy hearing it.
                “Hardly, no consorts come to my private bath. It was built for me and Katherine to enjoy,” the implication of where he had decided to love him hit him hard.
                “Consorts, huh?” He tried to calm his beating heart, but it had already given him away. He hadn’t known he had felt his way before just now, he had always assumed it was just lust.
                That gaze became even softer, a curtain he had held up for many many years falling. “I’m a man, you know. I have needs.” He stepped away from the Commander and removed his pants, his muscled legs revealed.
                “I guess I just suspected you lived in celibacy,” Helaku removed his pants as well, setting them in a heap to the side.
                Sess laughed, hiding it less this time. “My youngest children are 19 years old. You thought, for 19 years, I hadn’t had sex at least one time?”
                Helaku blushed, he certainly hadn’t thought of it that way. He chanced a glance at the designer underwear on the emperor’s body, the satin suited him and it held his straining arousal tucked against his body. The image of him being pampered and fondled by gorgeous women flitted into his brain and he blushed, especially after the image of him thrusting into those women took its place. “How often?”
                “How often what?” The emperor picked up his trousers, a soft tsk rolling off his tongue as he folded the commander’s uniform pants.
                “How often do you … get a visit?” He chose his words carefully, his tongue suddenly a thick awkward thing in his mouth and voice husky.
                “Once a night unless I decline.” He set the pants down and stripped his boxers off, his cock bigger than Helaku had imagined it.
                “And tonight?” Helaku’s eyes were entranced now, watching the hard member twitch as it adjusted to the cooler air of the room.
                “We’ll see.” He smirked, tilting Helaku’s eyes away. “Get your underwear off and get in the damn bath already.”
                Helaku did not have to be told twice. He pulled his own boxers down in a quick motion, the cotton fabric fell to the floor and he hustled to the big hot spring bubbling gently. He walked in, the water magnificent against his muscles and he waded deeper into the water. Sesshomaru stood, gracefully nude at the edge, digging through bottles on a tray on a rock ledge by the warm pool.
                He watched as he dumped scoops of bath salts and oils into the spring and then approached with soaps, setting them on another rock ledge around where the water hit his navel. The salts swirled around and soothed him while the smells filling the room made him relax more with each breath. “Sire, thank you.”
                “Of course, my champion.” He slid up behind Helaku, his arms wrapping around his waist and his cock grazing him just against his thigh. Helaku shivered, raising an arm and stretching it back to hold his shoulder so he would stay close this time. His muscles did ripple and Sess did not hesitate to appreciate it with searing kisses to his upper arm as it flexed.
                “I could still take you, you know. I’m stronger.” He flexed again, those kisses raining down on his swollen muscles.
                “You wish.” Those lips parted into a laugh against his skin, husky and deep and he felt Sesshomaru’s teeth graze against his shoulder, then his neck. Those sharp canines nipped lightly at the base of his neck, drawing a moan out of the Commander.
                His hands roamed Helaku’s abs, stroking the hard muscles with his soft fingers. Then they dipped lower, those fingers tangling into the soft curls around his own growing need. He whimpered, his head tilting back onto the shoulder behind him and his fingers dug into the soft flesh. Those fingers didn’t wrap around him and he squirmed, feeling them so close.
                “What is it you want, my champion?” The words came in hot breaths against his neck, driving him wild.
                “You. Please.” He panted and then moaned loudly as those delicate fingers finally closed around his arousal. He leaned his weight back against the monarch, little noises escaping his lips as the hand tortured him with slow, languid strokes. Those amber pools watched him, gently biting along his neck and shoulder before his hand squeezed, fist swirling around his cock as he pumped him. “Fuck…”
                Sess’s chuckle again, quietly vibrating against his neck before giving a harder bite. Helaku groaned louder. This wasn’t at all what he was expecting, why was he so good at this? He had so many questions that died in his throat, turning into moans. His thumb slipped out, giving special attention to the head of Helaku’s engorged member, running deliciously over the slit in circles.
                Little bites and kisses continued to assault him, Sesshomaru’s free hand coming up to gently pinch and twist one of his nipples. “You’re enjoying this too much.”
                “I could enjoy it more,” The voice teased hotly against his jaw. He ground his own aching arousal against Helaku’s backside, reminding him that no attention was being paid to himself. Helaku shivered and continued to let himself be wonderfully abused. Those hands, the open mouthed kisses and love bites, he was quickly approaching his limit.
                “Sesshomaru,” the moan left his lips luxuriously, as if the word itself was covered in velvet. A nice growl came from his captor, rumbling through his chest and into Helaku’s body. The results were divine, the hand on his cock tightening to his delight and pumping him faster, the hand working magic on him. He could feel it, the beast inside his emperor emerging with a possessiveness he couldn’t have imagined.
                “Helaku,” It was a deep growl against the back of his shoulder as if giving permission, followed by a tender kiss. His core shook and he released into the water, his hips bucking wildly into the man’s hand. His hand shifted, wrapping itself in strands of silver hair and pulling unceremoniously as he rode his climax. This was one of the best orgasms he had ever had, stars swirled behind his eyelids as his chest heaved and he attempted to return to the bath from his place in the clouds.
                He felt those petal lips on his again and he groaned as he lazily returned the kiss, still trying to catch his breath. The lips trailed down his throat, kissing his adam’s apple down to the dip in his neck by his collarbone. “By the gods, Sesshomaru.”
                Those wonderful hands roamed over his body, feeling each inch of his new lover as Helaku calmed down. Each nerve was sensitive still and each little touch was electric. He turned when he was ready, looking deep into Sesshomaru’s eyes. He was soft again, kissing tenderly but hungrily, pulling Helaku’s hips to his own for much needed contact.
                Helaku brought his hand down into the water, cupping his sack and gently massaging it in his hand causing a hum to escape Sesshomaru’s throat. His cock twitched between them, responding with a rough grind. It was his turn and he wanted to impress. While he certainly wasn’t on the small side, Sesshomaru was just a little longer. He moved his hand to glide over the length and looked at the lust swimming in those amber pools. He’d never have expected the man capable of anything of this caliber regarding his emotions.
                “You’re so beautiful,” his voice was still husky, coming in small pants as his mind dreamed of all the things to come in this bath.
                “Mm, you are incredibly beautiful as well.” Those lips again, egging him on as he stroked him, worshipping his neck and shoulders again. Sesshomaru’s hips moved with his hand, soft growls coming from inside him. He looked in bliss but he was craving more contact. He nipped and sucked at the base of Helaku’s neck as Helaku’s hand worked him. One hand held Helaku around the waist and the other traveled along his own body, gently playing with one of his soft pink nubs. Helaku watched that hand, envious of it as it stroked along Sesshomaru’s chest, pinching and twisting his own nipples to pleasure himself.
                Helaku lowered his head, the older man’s curious gaze watching him. Helaku brushed the hand away and gently took one of his nipples between his lips, sucking and lapping at the sensitive nub. He smirked as he heard the moan, pumping his lover quicker. He moved to the other nipple, leaving a wet trail between them. Hands found Helaku’s locks, burying into them, holding his head close to his chest. The emperor’s hips continued to roll with every stroke and as his body tensed, he pushed Helaku away from him. Helaku stared, shocked and confused with the sudden development.
                “To the edge,” he motioned to the rock ledge around the pool of water. Helaku bristled, he still wasn’t sure how he liked taking orders like this. This man didn’t treat people like dogs even on his worst days. He moved to the rock ledge and looked at the man taking in his body from where he stood. He saw him stroke himself a little before he walked over.
                Sesshomaru kissed him, deep and sensuously unlike his previous assaults on his lips. His hands slipped onto the stone behind Helaku for a moment before they cupped his ass, pulling him gracefully up and sitting him on the edge. Helaku blinked, where had that come from?? His fingers drawled lazily over Sesshomaru’s shoulders and then the assault started again, this time down his chest. Open mouthed kiss and nips as his hands explored every inch, lowering himself further and further down.
                Helaku’s groin twitched back to life, hardening as he watched that mouth get closer and closer to his middle. He felt those magnificent hands stroking his thighs and gasped as hot whisps of breath rolled over his cock. “It’s your turn though.”
                “You want to kneel before your emperor?” He wouldn’t deny Helaku, but he licked his prize as he waited making the commander squirm, groaning.
                “I did swear my loyalty, your highness. I took my oath upon my kNEES.” He screeched as his cock disappeared into the emperor’s hot wet mouth.
                “You took too long.” Sess mumbled against the head of his cock, his tongue swirling around the slit to bring Helaku back to his full glory. Rough hands found their way to his silky silver hair again, burying into his tresses as he watched the emperor take his full length into his throat. His eyes widened, he certainly could not do this without gagging and here was this man he’d never have thought to have a cock anywhere near his face, nose buried into the groomed hair around his most precious body part like it was nothing.
                He felt his throat flexing around him before Sesshomaru pulled off, a whimper escaping him from the loss. Then he was back, head bobbing up and then all the way back down. Helaku held his head, his hips trying to buck up into the hot heat. Sesshomaru’s hands held him down on the ledge as he worked Helaku close to the edge then backed off. Helaku’s soft sounds of approval turned into another whine. He looked down at the emperor placing feather light kisses on the insides of his thighs.
                “I want you, sire. Please.” His heart pounded as he heard himself say it. Sesshomaru’s eyes looked up in interest, kissing the tip of his weeping member before he rose and kissed Helaku gently on the lips.
                “You’re sure? You seemed pretty upset I wasn’t going to let you claim me.” His voice danced lovingly against his lips.
                “Next time.” Helaku rasped, his head swimming with need. That laugh, that intoxicating laugh. He pressed his lips to Sesshomaru’s, trying desperately to drink that laugh in.
                “Mm, we’ll see my champion.” He groped along the ledge to the soap he had brought over and looked at the bottles, he picked one up and Helaku looked at it curiously in his palm. Lube. The man had lube stashed in his bath bottles.
                “You surprise me,” He chuckled.
                “Why? Because I have a sex life?” Sess’s eyes danced with amusement as he coated his fingers, wrapping them around Helaku’s length and stroking adoringly.
                “Because I pictured you as having boring vanilla sex. In my fantasies I rock your world because I know more,” He blushed, his fingers exploring Sesshomaru’s chest.
                “My personal sex life is more exciting than that I think, however sex with consorts is an end to a means.” He admitted, “I don’t put as much into it, sometimes I don’t even take my pants all the way off. I want release and they are simply there.”
                “This isn’t a conversation I imagined having with you.” Helaku grinned, looking at those silver locks again, twisting his hand into his hair before brushing his fingers through it.
                “This isn’t a conversation I planned on ever having but you’ve hit the point you can’t listen to me without fucking me with your eyes. So here we are.” Sesshomaru smirked.
                “I promise I won’t call you dense again.” Helaku laughed, remembering their earlier conversation.
                “Mm, otherwise next time you can kiss my ass that won’t quit.” Sesshomaru laughed as well, his hand sliding down between Helaku’s thighs now, pulling him forward gently to gain access to his entrance. Helaku relaxed himself, gripping Sesshomaru’s shoulders as the first finger pressed into him.
                “I’m going to fuck you with my eyes more often if this is how you’re going to reprimand me, sire.” Helaku raised his eyebrows suggestively, biting his lip as Sess worked a second finger into him.
                “I’d prefer if we just fuck next time, honestly.” He kissed the corner of Helaku’s lips and then his cheeks as his fingers curled and searched for that little button inside his lover. Then a loud gasp and shudder rang out from Helaku.
                “I really like it when you say fuck,” his voice shook as Sesshomaru rubbed that bundle of nerves over and over, little pearls of cum leaking from him with each stroke. Then a third finger came in and he winced, this was always when it got uncomfortable.
                Sesshomaru didn’t reply, just worked dutifully on stretching him. Then suddenly they were gone and Helaku looked at him pleadingly. “Facing me or leaning over?” He rubbed Helaku’s thighs, extremely ready to take him.
                “Facing you,” Helaku squirmed, trying to seek his cock. He let Sesshomaru push him back and bend his legs up on his shoulders, pulling his ass back to him. Then there it was, pressing impatiently at his backside. He tried desperately to push onto him but the contact went away. He could see him lubing himself up, he needed release and Helaku could see it all over the way his eyes roamed his body as he stroked himself.
                “Comfortable or need something under your back?” He had amazing restraint.
                “By the gods, just take me! I can’t wait any longer,” Helaku pleaded.
                Sesshomaru laughed and he reveled in it, groaning as he pushed into his tight entrance. Inch by inch he slid in, slowly so as not to hurt him. “Fuck.” He rolled the word off of his tongue just for him in a low growl making Helaku moan louder.
                “More.” Helaku tried to push his hips to him. Sess took this as a sign and buried himself the rest of the way in. He breathed in, controlling himself as he watched Helaku wince under him. After an agonizing moment he began to thrust. He watched for any signs of pain as he rolled his hips against him.
                His thrusts were strong, pushing Helaku down on the ledge of the pool. He knew he should’ve asked for something under his back as the stone scratched down his spine. Sesshomaru found a steady rhythm, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. Helaku was losing his damn mind, that bundle of nerves hidden deep inside being smashed against over and over.
                A string of curses slipped past his lips as Sesshomaru’s pace only increased. His mouth hung open, panting out each word. He wasn’t mad about losing anymore, he wanted to lose much more often. Sesshomaru grasped his arousal in his hand, stroking him quickly with his thrusts, pushing himself closer and closer to the edge with each hard, rapid thrust.
                Helaku closed his eyes, the stars were back, dancing behind his eyelids as he came hard against Sesshomaru’s stomach. He screamed Sesshomaru’s name loudly, clawing at his shoulders in his release. The sudden tightening around his member caused Sesshomaru to lose it, he managed a few more hard thrusts before he burst, filling him. “Helaku!”
                His voice strained, his name between a moan and a growl as it left. Helaku panted, feeling the soft thrusts as he worked the last few moments of pleasure out of his orgasm. He gently rolled out of him, setting Helaku’s legs down easily. The man was like jelly underneath him as he pulled him back to the water. He nuzzled him, kissing his neck, following his jawline to his lips and kissed him hard. His hands loved on his hips, thumbs rubbing gentle circles on his hip bones. He observed the little red love bites all over him from his teeth and smirked.
                “Lucifer, where the fuck did all that come from?” Helaku panted against his collarbone, leaning heavily on him after breaking their kiss. His arms came to rest lazily over his shoulders, hands rubbing over the deep scratches on his back.
                “I needed release, you needed release,” Sesshomaru shrugged, supporting him. The man was easily 50% more muscle than him, he was sure anyone observing would think it odd he could hold him up.
                “You said you get ‘release’ every night. That wasn’t pent up release,” Helaku stated, regaining use of his body slowly.
                “I didn’t say it was pent up,” Sesshomaru continued to be tender with him, his way of thanking him for it.
                “I never want to have you take me pent up then,” Helaku chuckled.
                “I run a whole world, my champion. I work very hard, my time is very precious. It’s very stressful.” Helaku admitted he hadn’t thought of that. He controlled the whole army, he knew some of the depth of what he spoke, but the man shit diplomacy and he knew he couldn’t hold that all day. He’d lose his cool 5 minutes into a council meeting in Sess’s chair.
                Helaku shut his eyes, letting those graceful hands stroke his back as more kisses came to his collarbone and across his chest. “Why do you do this?”
                “Do what?” His love was overflowing.
                “I didn’t expect you to be so… good but kisses, caresses, tenderness I really didn’t expect. I figured you’d fuck and toss me a towel and leave.” Helaku fixed his eyes on him, he could hold himself now but he still leaned against Sesshomaru.
                The nuzzling stopped. Helaku regretted bringing it up immediately, he didn’t realize how much he enjoyed it with those soft lips just loving on him. Sesshomaru held his gaze, his thumbs still rubbing soft circles on his hip bones as he tried to think of the best way to express it. “To thank you for what you have given to me. To thank your body for the abuse paid to it. To love you completely. Am I not allowed to love now either?”
                His expression revealed nothing, Helaku wasn’t sure what to say. He did not feel I love you too fit, as he hadn’t said he loved him. He felt he had insulted Sesshomaru somehow, but even his eyes did not look angry. He chose instead to lean his head against Sesshomaru’s shoulder. He felt his nose nuzzle gently into his hair, little kisses being pressed to his forehead. “I like it when you love me.”
                They were silent, Helaku soaking up all of the attention being paid to him. He realized the emperor’s heart was hammering in his chest. He smirked a little, his emperor had said ‘I love you’ after all. He completely masked his fear of being rejected, that cool and calculating gaze covering it up. He resolved he wouldn’t tell him his face almost ruined it.
                “Did you decide if you were taking a consort tonight?” Helaku smirked, beginning to place soft kisses on Sesshomaru’s collarbone to mimic the same loving he was receiving.
                “That depends, will you join me tonight?” There was that smirk, he could feel the shift in his jaw as it rested against his head.
                “You’d really go another round with someone else after that?” Helaku mused,
                “No,” he admitted quietly.
                “Too old, huh?” Helaku joked, teasing him as his fingers wove into the silver hair he now realized he really liked touching.
                “No, I can go three times on a bad day. I would rather go another round with you.” His arms moved to cradle him against his chest as Helaku kissed his way down his chest.
                Helaku swallowed thickly, he was wiped out at 2. “Lady Katherine was certainly lucky.”
                Those arms squeezed him and there was a small hush noise. “I don’t wish to speak of my wife, it makes me sad. Please let me enjoy your company.”
                Helaku would admit he hadn’t thought of that either. He kissed his lips, looking to him with seriousness and sincerity. The man had spent centuries with his wife, 19 years was a split second compared to their life together. “I am most happy to be in your company, sire.”
                They shared a smile, something Helaku previously thought the man was incapable of. Sesshomaru reached gently for the soaps he had chose and washed Helaku, placing little kisses over the lovebites where he had bitten too hard and were bruising as he rinsed the soap away. He washed his hair, marveling in the gorgeous orange hair that slipped easily through his fingers.
                “You never told me you had tattoos.” He ran his hands over the black ink, tribal patterns on Helaku’s upper arms and chest. “It’s fitting. You are wild and proud; a true warrior when needed.”
                Helaku laughed as those fingers ran over his skin in a much different way than earlier. Helaku’s mother was from one of the native American tribes, his father from the Celts. He knew the customs of his mother’s tribe, he knew the symbols tattooed on his skin and they meant so much to him. Sesshomaru washed himself more quickly, batting Helaku’s ever persistent hands away from helping. He didn’t like to be washed by others, he was rather picky about how his hair would be washed and how to avoid hair getting stuck in unsavory places. Helaku prevailed eventually, the emperor agreeing to have his back washed as he held his long strands out of the way.
                Helaku was happy, suds forming under his hands as they rubbed the emperor down. He scrubbed a little at a spot on his skin before looking closer. It was a scar. He seemed confused, he’d only ever known Emperor Sesshomaru. The tall, proud noble who sat behind his desk and signed laws and spoke with dignitaries. He looked closer at the skin he could see, white scars hidden everywhere. His arm was the worst, a scar going completely around it as if something had tried to saw it off.
                Helaku had scars, but he was a warrior. It made sense. He hadn’t been any good in history class but as he thought on it, tales about the emperor came to mind. The battles he won in the Great Human-Demon wars; the fights he had, had with his half-brother…. he had forgotten this was also a battle hardened warrior. The muscles made sense now, he was fighting wars before Helaku was a twinkle in even his great-great-great grandfather’s eyes. He ran his fingers over them softly, tracing them. His emperor straightened up, his body tense and he thought he had made a mistake.
                He reached back, touching Helaku’s hand gently. “You shouldn’t look at those.”
                “What happened?” He shook his hand free and traced another one.
                “Depends on which one.” He sighed, not putting up much of a fight now.
                Helaku traced a long, jagged one down his back, the question hanging in the air. “Battle of Kyoto. I took on a mob of humans which was typically not a problem. Humans are… fragile and easy to break. My vine whip ripped through them easy enough until one of them managed to get around me. I don’t remember the weapon, I just remember the searing pain as it ripped through my flesh. Jakken told me he could see my muscle when it was over, I had to keep fighting and just kept ripping it over and over as I went.”
                Helaku stared, that type of battle was unheard of anymore. War was war, yes but they tended to fight it much differently now. He rubbed it gently, leaning forward to put kisses along the jagged edge. Sesshomaru was still. He gently traced another one.
                “Small battle in a village in eastern Japan. Stabbed from the front, blade went clean through. Cauterized the wound with a heated metal rod and rested in the woods while it healed afterwards.” Helaku kissed that scar as well. His hand reached around and gently traced the one around his arm.
                “Brother cut off my arm. I attached a different arm but that didn’t work out. I claimed a human arm when I thought it would help me take my brother’s sword but the arm was weak. Claimed a new arm later.” Helaku moved to stare at him. Sesshomaru turned his head to meet his gaze.
                “What the actual fuck.”
                “It was a dragon claw at one point.” He wiggled his fingers and then booped Helaku’s nose. He moved away, tired of talking of past hurts. Helaku just stared at him, not exactly sure what to do with this new information.
                The man got out of the pool of water, putting his soaps away. He dried himself off with one of the towels and slid one of his robes on. “Get over here and I’ll dry you off.”
                “Can I keep my arm?” Helaku joked.
                “It is a nice arm.” Sesshomaru smirked to him. He wrapped Helaku in one of his plush towels, drying the soldier off. “Get your slippers back on, you’ll catch cold.”
                He dumped the towels in a basket, Helaku noticed a door hidden into the wall, probably for servants. He slid his slippers on and followed Sesshomaru back up his winding staircase to his room. The man carried their shoes and socks with him, dumping them just inside the door when they arrived back in his bedroom. “What else is hidden in here?”
                Sess turned his head and swept his arm out, motioning that he could look around. A private office took up residence at one of the rooms by the door to the bath. It was very small, books piled up on the edge of a small desk. Shelves were filled with old artifacts and he felt claustrophobic just glancing in. He shut the door and looked across the hall, snooping into the next room. A gym. A full blown home gym.
                He looked over at Sesshomaru and then back at the gym, glancing at the amount of weight on the bench. He did not think that was how much the man could bench. There was a treadmill, tilted up for hill running. A bike stationed in the corner. Miscellaneous gym equipment was sorted and put neatly away in another corner. A large screen tv sat in front of all of it.
                “When do you have time?” He pointed into the room.
                “1 hour, every morning. 4:30 AM start time.” Sesshomaru glanced over, lounging on his bed. “Watch the news and get ready for the day.”
                He shut the door to the gym shaking his head. He opened the door to a large walk in closet next, all of the emperor’s suits hung up neatly, ties and dress shoes organized. Watches, cufflinks and the like all on an island in the middle with one drawer opened up just enough for Helaku to see it was a drawer of his designer underwear, neatly folded.
                A bathroom was the next door with a giant shower, jet bath tub and a toilet. For those days he didn’t have time to soak, Helaku guessed. He stopped opening all the doors and looked at the amused man sitting on his bed. Then his phone rang, he got up and walked over looking at it before answering it. He spoke in hurried Japanese, his voice getting an edge to it. He hung up the phone after several minutes, running his hands through his hair. He went back to his bed, brushing his long tresses before braiding his hair.
                Helaku at this point was on the bed, having watched him. He was dazzled by his nimble fingers. He felt the man cuddle up to him. “Do you let all of you consorts sleep with you?”
                Sesshomaru snorted softly against his neck. “Absolutely not. Just the handsome ones.” A soft kiss was placed to his throat. “Go to bed, I need to get up early to exercise.”
                “You didn’t even ask if I wanted to sleep here,” Sess moved to stare him down, his arms encircling him as he wormed his way under the blanket. Helaku shook his head, rolling over so his back pressed against the man’s chest. The arms only moved enough to let him roll, pulling him to his body afterwards.
                “That’s what I thought.” Helaku secretly liked the possessive hold. He easily went to sleep, the robe caressing his body

                The next morning he found himself alone in the very plush bed. The soft sheets rubbed against his skin where the robe had lifted. He looked around, worried for a moment before he remembered he had been tricked into sleeping in the bedroom. He put his feet over the edge of the bed, checking the alarm clock on the night stand for the time: 5:45 AM. He was running late. He stretched, and then stopped, arms held out wide as the Emperor emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his waist. Those lithe muscles stood out in the dim lighting, defining his abs and chest muscles. Helaku admired him, knowing he had come from his gym before that.
                Helaku made his way to the bathroom to relieve himself, Sesshomaru disappearing into the walk in closet. His phone rang on the night stand and he cursed in Japanese from the closet, complaining to himself as he dressed himself. The phone was left to go to voicemail.
                Helaku found fresh clothes sitting on the chaise lounge when he came out, his boots sitting with a new pair of socks in them. He sat down to start getting ready. His lover appeared within 10 minutes, looking polished and dapper as ever. He raked his eyes over Helaku as he pulled his robe off to get dressed. “I’m heading down to breakfast.”
                “I’ll be there.” Helaku mumbled groggily. He felt a little abandoned until soft hands slid down his shoulders to his chest, clasping him in a loose hug from above. A kiss was pushed against his hair.
                “Take a shower if you want, brush your hair. Extra toothbrush in the medicine cabinet. Face wash, cologne and such are in the top drawer. Put yourself together before you leave the room, someone will see you leave this room.” He warned him quietly, another kiss pressed to his head.
                “Can you make them not see?” Helaku looked to him.
                “I can dismiss the guard in the hall as I did last night, but I can’t control if my children haven’t went down to breakfast yet when you leave.” He twirled an orange lock of hair around his finger as he leaned back to stand up straight, smoothing his suit.
                “Got it. Do what you can, please? It’s better if no one knows, right?” Sesshomaru nodded quietly, agreeing fully with him.
                “Have a good day.” Sesshomaru left the room, one last look at the man sitting on his lounger before quietly shutting the door. He dismissed the guard as promised, telling them no threats would come this morning and to go get some breakfast and coffee. He gave Helaku 45 minutes and then looked as one of his sons stared at him on his way down the stairs. He caught up and spoke with him, acting natural.
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The Emperor and his Champion