Jodah's Revenge
This story is rated R for explicit sexual situations (yaoi, rape, torture)
Chapter 2
Even as a child of only a few months, Aniki crawled north, over and over, always north. Hiten resurrected the fence that had held Souten back so many years ago. Aniki went directly north then around the entire yard trying to find an escape route, and returned to his spot on the north. Hiten sighed and picked up his son, gently admonishing him, "She will be with you again soon enough, but you have to grow up first." The boy looked at him with Bankotsu's deep blue eyes, and a hint of sadness passed through them. But he seemed to understand and no longer crawled north. Instead, the baby sat there patiently, facing north, waiting to grow up.
It was strange having a baby that was the reincarnation of Bankotsu, the fourth male of Princess Aara, and seemed to know it. Perhaps he didn't remember everything, but the pull towards the Princess was obvious. How much he remembered of his prior life, only time would tell.
When Aniki turned three, Hiten decided to take him for a short visit to the Castle. She had only seen him that one brief time when he was an infant at Kome and Ayala's celebration. The moment Aniki saw the Princess, he ran to her. She knelt and he jumped into her arms, his arms wrapped tightly around her neck. She held him just as tightly, murmuring softly into his ear. Hiten had no idea what she said and it was doubtful that the words mattered. What was important is that Aniki was with his Princess.
When the visit was over and Hiten tried to pull his son away to return home, he screamed and held tighter. Aara looked at Hiten and then down at Aniki and smiled quietly, "He can live with me now." Hiten bowed to her and left for home, wondering how Serafin would take the news. Perhaps she felt as he had, that Aniki was just on loan to them; that the boy was never truly theirs.
For the rest of the day, Aniki would not leave Aara's side, following her everywhere. She was worried what the boy would do when nighttime came and she needed to spend time with her males. She could not have a three year old with her during her nightly duties. But her worries were for naught, for when night arrived, he merely crawled into her bed and went to sleep without a fuss, as if he knew he had to wait his turn.
A few days later, he found the Banyruu. It was in the library, held on a stand on a credenza, covered in its purple cloth. There was no way of telling how the boy managed to get up there or how he got it down, there was just a terrible screaming that filled the entire Castle. Aara reached him first and her cries joined his. He didn't have the strength to pick it up yet, but had managed to pull it over and it had fallen on top of him, its razor sharp blade cutting deeply into his side. The sheer weight of it was literally cutting him in half. Aara rushed to him trying to stop the blade, but it was too heavy for her. It cut deeply into her hands, but she didn't care. She held the blade back as hard as she could, her blood falling on Aniki and mingling with his.
Kurama reached them next and instantly changed to his Youko Kurama form. In that form, he had the strength to lift the heavy blade and set it safely on the floor. Then he picked up the child and ran full speed to Kaiba's tower, almost colliding with the mage who was coming down the stairs. Kurama continued up the stairs and Kaiba followed. Once in his tower, the mage wrapped his hands around the now limp little boy, healing him quickly. But there had been so much blood loss! Kaiba carried the boy down to the Princess' bedroom and tucked him into bed. Only time could heal him completely. Then he went to the library where the Princess still sat, her hands sliced to ribbons from the Banyruu. That devil sword loved the taste of blood! InuYasha was holding her in his arms, a worried look on his face. Kaiba healed her and told her that Aniki was alright, the boy just needed rest.
The long years passed and Aniki finally turned fourteen. The older he grew, the more he looked like Bankotsu. He had all of the late demon's mannerisms and his way of talking; his smirk and his love of life. They were all there. At times it was hard for Aara to remember to call him Aniki and not Bankotsu. She wanted nothing but joy for the boy, and would do everything in her power to make this life a long, happy one.
Aniki had slept with the Princess ever since that first night ten years ago. It was very early in the morning, dawn was just lighting the night sky, the day of his birthday, and he was waiting for her to return from her nightly visits. Although she only had four males now, she always returned to him before dawn. Today was the day! He had decided that he could not wait any longer; he was grown up enough.
A little while later, she quietly walked into the room, not wanting to disturb the child, only to find Aniki wide-awake. "What are you doing awake, Dearest?"
She went to the bed and kissed his forehead. "Today is my birthday."
"Yes, I know. There is going to be a feast for you with all sorts of wonderful presents. Your parents will be here this afternoon."
"Will you give me any present I want?" he asked her, his eyes serious.
"Anything at all!" she promised.
"I want to be with you." the boy said.
"You are with me."
"No, with you… really with you. I am old enough -- feel me." He grabbed her hand and pulled in under the covers. She pulled her hand from his, but stopped when she felt his smooth skin. He had no clothes on! "Please!" he begged, his eyes filling with tears.
It had been so hard for him, remembering not all of his life before, but always feeling the aching need to be with her. And lately it had been agony! "Please!"
Aniki's eyes were pleading with her, and her heart broke seeing the terrible yearning in them. He had been born bound to her. She kissed his cheek and brushed away the tears. She was torn between wanting to ease him and a fear of taking him too soon. Fourteen was young but in Otherworld, mating at that age was not unheard of. Most of the humans were mated by the time they were sixteen.
"I guess you are old enough; but let's make it very special. Tonight I will be yours. We will give you a room of your own today, just like my other males."
Aniki nodded, so happy he could burst. He jumped up, forgetting that he was naked, and hugged her. She laughed and gave him a small slap on his bare bottom. "Get dressed and I will tell the servants to ready your room. Third one on the right side."
Aniki spent the morning settling into his new room. Kurama and InuYasha came by to inspect his room and smile at him knowingly. They knew how anxious he had been for this day to arrive. Kurama brought him a lush plant for his room, promising him that it was only a plant and didn't do anything demonic.
Right after noon, Hiten and Serafin arrived, a little surprised to find their son in a room of his own. Hiten realized immediately what it meant, but said nothing to Serafin. They had a very special gift for him, but told him he would have to wait until his dinner feast. Try as he might, Aniki could not pry it out of his parents.
Then Hiten took him down stairs for his yearly ritual. Every year on his birthday, Hiten would stand next to him while he tried to pick up the Banyruu. He had been able to lift it for few minutes last year. Hiten pulled off its purple cover and the huge halberd gleamed wickedly at them. Hiten did not like the blade; it seemed to have an essence of its own and it was not a benign one. But he also knew how much the blade meant to Bankotsu, and in turn to Aniki, so he said nothing. With his father hovering near, always remembering the time when he was almost cut in half by the demon blade, Aniki wrapped his hands around the handle. He braced himself and lifted. It came free of its holder and Aniki brought it up and around. He was holding the Banyruu! He could lift it! The blade was still very heavy, but at least now he could start to practice with it. InuYasha had told him that when he could lift the blade and swing it, he would practice using the Tetsusaiga against him. Hiten smiled at his son. He was indeed growing up. Today he was no longer a boy, but a young man.
At his dinner, Aniki told everyone that he had finally mastered the Banyruu. Applause filled the room -- everyone knew how much that blade meant to Bankotsu. No one but Hiten noticed that his mate did not join in. Serafin could not forget that the blade almost took her son's life.
Aniki waded through presents, some handmade in Otherworld, some magical, and some brought back from the Human World. Finally, there was only two presents left unopened: a large flat present from the Princess and a smaller square one from his parents. He didn't know which one to open first, not wanting to offend either. "Open your father's first." Aara suggested quietly.
He reached for the box and tore open the wrapping. It was a wooden box with a fire rune carved into the top. He looked at his father, but received only a smile. An intricate latch closed the box and it took him a moment to figure it out. Inside were two small wheels. Fire wheels!! He threw his arms around his father and then his mother, thanking them profusely. Now he could fly! Bankotsu never had that power!
He couldn't imagine a better present, but he knew the Princess' private present would be. For now, he would make do with her public one. He tore open the box and pushed aside gossamer paper wrapping what was inside. When he finally reached the contents, he stopped, tears suddenly filling his eyes. It was a duplicate of his armor and clothes that he always wore in his prior life, made smaller for his current size. He hugged them to his breast and buried his head on her shoulder, whispering his thanks in her ear.
The celebration continued in the study for quite a few hours more. Finally, at midnight, it broke up and every one began making their way to their bedrooms. Servants had already carried all the presents up to Aniki's room and they were all waiting there for him. Aniki unbraided his long dark hair and put on his nightshirt. Then he sat on the edge of the bed in the dark, with only the moonlight filtering in from his balcony. He heard his door latch move and Aara walked quietly into the room, wearing a long claret-red velvet robe. She walked to him and took her face in her hands, bending to kiss him gently on his mouth. "Now, Aniki, you will truly be my male."
The Princess slipped off her robe, leaving only a sheer shimmering long shift on, which made her body tantalizingly visible. She sat down next to him on the bed. At five foot six, Aniki was already nearly her height; so sitting they were almost level with each other. She kissed him, gently at first, then deeper, not needing to use her power. Aniki was already awash in passion and responded to her kiss immediately. She reached down to cradle his balls, and her gentle fingers massaged them, rubbing each small orb inside, then squeezed the entire sac lightly. Aniki moaned in absolute contentment and leaned heavily against her shoulder, lifting his face for another long kiss.
Soon his penis responded to her loving touch, and she left his side to kneel before him and kissed its rosy tip. Her tongue made wet swirls around its head and then dipped into the tiny hole at the very tip. A drop of clear liquid appeared and Aara licked it up. Moving further down, Aara found his balls and sucked each one, at first gently, then as he responded, harder. Aniki dropped back to lie prone on the bed, with his legs hanging to the floor, spread wide open to give his Princess access. He marked his penis' upward progress with panting moans. Soon he was very ready, his penis dripping with pre-ejaculate. The Princess teased him a bit more, but didn't want to take him too far since he was young and she knew that he would release quickly. Lying down beside him, she lifted his legs up onto the bed. Whether it was memory or instinct she did not know, but Aniki put himself into position, lying between her legs, his head buried in the curve of her neck. She wrapped her legs around his hips, his tip now at her very entrance. With a deep sighing moan, he thrust upward and entered her throbbing passage.
He was smaller than her other males, but it didn't matter. She and her sisters had the power to change the size of their passage so that whatever size their males were, their penises would fit perfectly, tight within their warm, wet walls. Aara's passage automatically shrunk to Aniki's size and she could feel him tight within her. Aniki's thrusts grew longer and deeper and his breath was now a rasping sob, as he drove himself toward release. With a final, hard thrust he spilled into her, then added two more spasmodic shoves, emptying himself completely. There was no need to bind him, as he had been born bound, but she did strengthened his bindings to her other males. After a few minutes, he slid free and turned over on his side, his head still buried in her neck, taking in her warmth. "I love you so much!" he whispered, feeling complete for the first time since his rebirth. With a sigh of contentment, he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
The Princess reached down to the pull the covers over them both. "I love you too, Bankotsu. I missed you so much!"