Heir

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Disclaimer: I own nothing

Warning: yaoi lemon, semi-NCS but not really, MAJOR age difference

AN: Umm… I’m kind of expecting flames for this one since the circumstance might not be well appreciated. But in my defense, this is only a story and I in no way condone or approve of this in real life. I just to torment the g-boys every once in a while.

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I waited in my private bathing chambers for the Son of Shinigami to be delivered in the adjacent room. I was the heir to the throne but I must first claim Shinigami’s Child. For centuries this one clan of people were bound to seal the fate of the throne’s heir. The night before the coronation of the new king, a Child of Shinigami would be presented to the royal. If the future monarch could “claim” the Shinigami, their reign would be a prosperous one. If the Shinigami could not be claimed, another heir would take the throne. I really don’t want to do this. There are only so many ways that a Child of Shinigami can be “claimed” and I’m not partial to any of them.

I hate to think about it. It is a well known fact that my ancestors have been known to rape and kill their Child of Shinigami to establish their capability to rule… I’m not sure if I’ll be able to do that if the situation calls for it. The appropriate methods for “claiming” (from what I’ve read) are: rape, torture, and murder. Anything goes so long as the Shinigami Child gives up and acknowledges the new monarch.

This is going to be the longest night of my life.

I hear the door open in my bed chamber and I assume it must be the priests bringing Shinigami’s Son. I’ve never seen him, nor do I know anything about him, but I know he’s the last of his kind. It seems like my rule is to be my Dynasty’s last. I have no desire for women, or anyone for that matter, and my family’s reign will die out with the last of Shinigami’s Children. We are the last two of a dying way of life. Good riddance, I say. This whole “claiming” business is antiquated and barbaric. At least after tonight, this nasty tradition will no longer exist.

The closing doors signify that the priests have left my chambers. It is only Shinigami’s heir in my chambers. Why do I feel nervous? I’ve never felt nervous about anything in my life. I take a last look in the mirror and straighten my black silk drawstring pants and matching black silk robe I’m wearing over it. Here goes nothing…

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As I enter my sleeping chambers, I hear a muffled sniffling sound. He must be kneeling on the other side of my bed. I look at the set up of my room now. My bed’s sheets have been changed to black with crimson accents and a table has been set up next to where I now stand. On it, there’s an array of horrific devices I cannot even begin to imagine the nature of their purpose s well as some rope, cuffs, several razors and lubricant. No wonder he cries, if I’d been in his place, I’d have cried too, only probably silently. I have more control than that.

I walk around my bed looking for the poor young man I must now “claim.”

“We finally meet my little Shini-” I can’t believe my eyes, “…gami.”

There, kneeling on the floor in front of me is a little wisp of a boy, around thirteen years of age. He’s thin, pale, and has the most amazing hair I’ve ever laid eyes on. I frown. He’s been chained and gagged and stripped naked. His little hands are fisted and bound tightly in front of him. His feet are also bound tightly under him, and around his neck is an iron collar with the lead attached to the left post at the foot of my iron cast bed. The child is trembling. I didn’t know that the Child of Shinigami I was going to claim was an actual CHILD!

No, no… this can’t be right…

He looks up at me now, his eyes questioning my silence and hesitation.

Eyes. Those eyes. They were incredible. I had never seen such eyes in my life. Violet on blue, or was it blue on violet? It doesn’t matter, those eyes had the power to pull one’s very soul into them so that he may drown. He blinks. I’m brought out of my reverie.

“You are the Son of Shinigami?” I manage to say without stammering.

He nods. I gulp.

“Do you know why you are here?”

His beautiful eyes tear up and he looks away, nodding slightly. My heart clenches and I have the need to protect him. I move closer to his little trembling body, mildly disturbed that he flinches at my touch.

“I won’t hurt you, little one.” I try to sound comforting, but he looks at me with distrust. “I’m going to pull off your gag, okay?” He looks at me a little on the wary side but nods. I slowly reach out to take off his gag, darting my eyes to the door, just to make sure it’s been locked. “What’s your name?”

The fey creature looks up at me timidly through those messy bangs whispering, “Duo.”

“Would you like those to come off?” I ask, nodding at the cuffs on his hands. He nods a little and I get up to retrieve the key left on the table with the instruments I do not recognize. I then proceed to unlock his wrist and ankle cuffs as well as his collar. I pick up the discarded metal and put it aside, when I look back at him, he’s curled up into himself, trembling and sniffling softly. Poor thing. I take off the robe I’m wearing and set it on his shoulders. He stiffens. “Duo… don’t be afraid of me, I won’t harm you. What’s wrong?”

“It hurts… please make it stop hurting…” He looks up at me pleadingly, tears in his eyes, “Please, Master Heero, make it stop. I’ll be good, I swear!”

I’m puzzled. What could be hurting him? I haven’t done anything yet.

“What hurts?” I ask as I sit back in my large overstuffed armchair. I need to think about what I’m going to with him.

He sniffles a little, regaining his composure and looks embarrassed. “The priests…. They prepared me for you…”

“Prepared you?…” What did the priests have in mind? Oh shit… they didn’t…The boy looks uncomfortable which serves to confirm my hypothesis. “Duo, did they prepare you for intercourse?” He nods. Shit.

It takes me a few minutes to get that revolting thing out of him and throw it aside with the cuffs I took off earlier and I again sit back in my chair with him kneeling at my feet.

“What are you going to do with me?”

I look down at him. He’s only four years younger than me but from where I stand, that is a LONG time. “I’m not sure what to do with you.” It’s an honest reply.

“Oh. You aren’t going to bed me?”

“You sound disappointed.”

“Umm.. No…yes… I don’t know. It’s just that all my life I’ve been taught about the way the prince - you- was going to claim me by raping and torturing me until I broke and named you my master. I think the priests had a good time tormenting me about that all along. But… now that that time is here, you don’t want to do that. Not that I’m complaining, mind you. It’s just that I wasn’t ready for this.”

“I don’t like the idea any more than you do. If you had been a little older, I’d probably have bedded you… but you’re what? Thirteen? I can’t do that even if I wanted to.”

He looks a little insulted. “So just because I’m a little younger than you expected I’m not good enough?! Well I’ll have you know, mister, I’m still a Shinigami and you still have to get me to name you fit to rule!”

“Baka,” He sure can say a lot. What happened to the sniveling child I walked in on? “That’s not what I meant.”

“What then?”

I sigh. This is going to be a long night indeed. “I can’t bed you because then I’ll feel like a child molester. If you were a little older, I don’t know, it’d seem less like raping a child and more like “claiming” my Shinigami.”

“Bullshit. Either scenario involves me being forced to have sex with you.”

I slump in my chair, he‘s right. “What then, do you suggest we do? We are the last of our kind and neither of us believe in these barbaric customs. If not for the priests waiting outside, I’d have let you go the moment I came in here.”

“You would?” I nod. He seems to think it over. “Since neither of us wants this to happen, how about we make a deal?”

“What sort of a deal?”

“Well… I can name you fit to rule and let you bed me and in return, you don’t hurt me and keep me around so I don’t have to go back to those priests. Those guys are sadists, I heard them talking about me… they said that if I lived and I got sent back with them they were going to do bad things to me for all the years I‘ve spent in their custody running amok.”

I think it over. He’s right of course, that is the best way to get around this situation. I won’t be raping or hurting him and he’ll live here, away from abusive care-takers. All in all, it seems like a good plan. “Okay. Lets do things your way.”

He smiles up at me. Gods, I love that smile. I hope I can make him smile more often. What the HELL am I saying?! I’m not falling for this little imp of a boy, am I? It seems that while I’ve been lost in my thoughts, he’s made his way between my legs. He’s running his hands up my thighs and nuzzling my groin through the cloth of my silk pants. I give a low groan. His ministrations leave me so hard it’s beginning to hurt. He seems to sense this because he begins to slip my pants off so that they’re pooled around my ankles. My hands grip the armrests of my seat hard enough to make the wood beneath the cloth creak. My breathing becomes ragged as he curls his cool fingers around my hot shaft. Gods, does he turn me on. I look down at him just in time to see him smile that smile of his and swallow me down whole. An impressive feat, I might add, since I’m well endowed. I gasp. He is so warm and it feels so damn good. I need to keep him. He is MINE! I pull him up before I let myself spill over and pull him into a toe curling kiss.

“On the bed,” I manage to ground out.

He complies, slipping the robe off his shoulders, and I follow him. He lies down on my bed, ass in the air, face in my pillow. As tempting as that is, I want to see him. I need to make sure I don’t hurt him, like I promised. I get in bed with him and roll him over. I kiss him tenderly, and wrap my arms around his waist.

“I need to see your face, little one. I need to know that I’m not harming you when I do this.”

He smiles at me then and kisses me thoroughly. “Thank you,” he whispers, and settles on his back. I begin to kiss down his lithe body. He is absolutely beautiful. I kiss down the column of his neck, making him produce the most wonderful sounds I’ve ever heard. As my lips and hands travel down, his moans and gasps become more and more vivid. My hands caress his sides while my mouth toys with first one pert little nipple, then the next. I kiss my way down his stomach, stopping once because I stumbled upon a very ticklish area, then continued my way down.

My hands travel down to caress his shapely thighs while I take in his scent. He’s really hard by now and his cock is proudly displaying a drop of his essence which I can’t help but take for myself. The action produces the most wonderful gasp I’ve ever heard so I lick his solid member again. I thoroughly lave his none too modest erection before my questing tongue finds its way down to his sac. He’s buried his hands in my hair and is giving off the most delightful sounds, that I can’t help but be egged on by it. I lift his legs over my shoulders and bury my face between his legs. I know he’s been washed inside and out for me, he wouldn’t have been presented to me any other way, so I slip my tongue along his crack. He screams when I slip my tongue inside him. His squirms and moans make me hotter. I reach out blindly for the table set up by the bed to grab the lubricant, all the while making love to his entrance with my tongue. Since he was impaled on a grotesquely large phallus when he was brought to me, he’s still a little loose so stretching isn’t really necessary. I lube up my own erection as I kiss my way back up his beautiful body. I kiss his lips, sucking his tongue into my mouth as I work my way into his body. He moans into my mouth as I seat myself fully inside him. I pause. He needs his time to adjust to me. He nods and thrusts his hips up against mine. I begin rocking my hips, slowly at first so as to not lose control of my body. He claws at my back, urging me to speed up my pace. I comply. His legs wrap around my hips and he begins thrusting back at me, causing our rhythm and speed to double. I kiss him again; his mouth is so sweet. My vision becomes clouded and my breathing turns into panting. I’m about to release, but I need to make sure he does also. I reach down and tug at his cock, rubbing my thumb over the slit. That does it. He screams and tenses up, leaving my hand and his stomach coated in his essence. His inner walls tighten and I release my seed into his willing body.

He is mine.

I bring up my hand to my face and lick off his orgasm. He eyes me through those hazy violet eyes of his. I stop licking my hand and kiss him deeply as I slip out of his body. I lie on my side next to him and pull him close so he snuggles against me. I kiss his fore head.

“I claim you as mine. You are MINE, little Shinigami.”

“I belong to the King,” he purrs, “I am yours.”

I kiss him again. I have claimed his heart, and he, in turn, has captured mine.