Beauty and the Beast (DRAMAtical Murder fanfic) (Boyxboy)

Chapter 1

At long last....

We'd finally reached our destination. The lord wasn't so snappy, lulled into a much quieter excitement. A small break for us commanders, who bore the brunt of his short temper at times like this.

We didn't want to raise attention with the size of the main ship, so the lord would be taking some warriors with him upon a smaller ship. They'd attack at night, dragging the humans out from their underground shelter until they found what the lord was searching for. The twins created from his blood; the twins that are rightfully his by yokai law.

They would probably end up being his bed slaves. That's usually what we use humans for. We share our blood with them to give them the same life span as us, and in turn, we take their bodies. Sex addiction is no foreign concept here, and we use just that to groom our slaves into pets who adore, serve, and please only the master they've been weaned onto. They say the touch of a dominant slave is to die for.

I have never had a slave. Well, I have slaves, but no bed slaves. Only certain humans work for that, and they're typically hard to find and procure. Not to mention each of us commanders, the only ones allowed to have bed slaves, have different tastes. I have no need for whimpering toys who beg and wail for me. They're not appealing. That being said, I don't know what I want.

"Consumed by thoughts as always, my beautiful kitsune."

I don't need to look to know who the speaker is, so I don't move from my cushion upon the tiled floor of my reception area. A place typically trafficked by my slaves in their cleaning and other duties, today it is quiet in preparation. He must've shooed any stragglers away. The place is round in shape, three doors framing the outside edge. I sit upon a pedestal with a large window before me, clad in a loose kimono with my elbow resting upon the small table covered in various notes, my traditional pipe in hand.

I feel the lord sit behind me, before an armored arm pulls me against him, the back on my head upon his shoulder. I finally look over at him, though there's not much to see. The lord wears armor most of the time, just as he is not. His helmet looks like a wildebeest skull, horns curving ominously, his long ultramarine hair cascading from where the helmet meets the neck, over his back and chest. I can faintly see one of his eyes scrutinizing me with a golden intensity.

"You forget, as usual, that I am not yours."

"Mm... A slip of the tongue, I suppose. You've been pale as of late... Backed up? You are the only one without a bed slave, after all."

"Perhaps. I haven't slept much lately, the slaves have been so busy preparing for your departure and the arrival of your brood."

"Hmf. I forget you oversee any and all preparations. Well now, I leave soon. Won't you say goodbye?"

"You will return quickly enough. You'll simply take my farewell out of me whether I give it or not, regardless."

His hand, which had been slowly inching it's way down my hip to in between my legs, stopped. He sighed heavily, almost dejectedly.

"You always predict my movements."

"I see the unseen. It's only natural. Now, don't you have children to claim."

He gets up, letting me support my own weight and continue looking out the huge window before me.

"While I'm there... I'll keep an eye out for a nice gift for you. You've been my commander and advisor for quite some time now. It's only natural I reward you for your loyalty."

I just turn my head and look at him from the corner of my eye, taking a draw from my pipe. He simply waves lazily before slipping through the doorway. The few slaves who have questions and requests slowly find their way back in as I let the smoke trail out with my breath. I may not be the most emotional or pretty-worded, yet they seek me out for answers regardless. Perhaps it is because I've memorized every word in every tome and book in the Grand Library.

Whatever it is, I am simply pleased to feel needed.