This story was a request from GoddessOfPhantoms. Sorry, I do a first request, first serve served kind of thing.

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Once upon a time, a rich merchant lived in the city called Paris, but it wasn't in France. He lived with his two daughters and his only son (who looked like a chick anyways). The boy's name was Judai for being lovely and pure at the heart (his mother was hitting the booze too much to think that his name meant that). The merchant eventually lost his wealth and him and his two daughters and one son had to move to the edge of Paris in the rural area.

Years later, the merchant hears about one of the trade ships that he had sent himself had arrived in port, having escaped the destruction of it compatriots. Therefore, he returned to the city to find if it has any value left. Before leaving, he asked his children what it was that they desired when he returned. His two daughters asked for dresses and jewelry, thinking that his wealth has returned. Judai, however, had a very peculiar request.

"I always wanted a portrait of myself. If you find an artist, can you have him draw my picture?"

During his return, the merchant becomes lost in the Forest of Yubel, otherwise known as the Forest of Lost Souls. Seeking shelter, he enters to what seemed like an abandoned castle. Soon he finds out that it was not. He finds tables laden with water and jumbo fried shrimp, which apparently been left for him by the castle's owner.

The merchant accepts this gift and was about to leave when he sees a beautiful portrait of his son. Though he wondered what it was doing here, he took the picture out of its frame, rolled it up, and left. But before he had a chance to leave the castle ground, he is confronted by a beastly looking creature.

"I have given you hospitality by giving you food and drink, but now you must stay here my prisoner forever for taking my most prized possession!"

The merchant begged the beast to be set free; arguing that he had only took the picture because his son had requested a picture of himself. The beast frowned deeply.

"What do you mean requested a picture of him? I had taken this photo from a passing person in payment for spending one night here. I thought this portrait was over 100 years old."

"No, no, this is my son! He looks exactly like him!"

"Then I will let you go—"

"Oh thank you! Thank you!"

"—Only if you will send your son to live in the castle in your place."

"Please! You can't do that! He is my only son!"

"Then you will stay in this castle forever."

The beast tugged him off his horse and in a second's time, the merchant was thrown in the dungeon's cell. The beast was about to leave when the merchant agreed. The beast smirked and let him go.

The merchant arrived home and he had tried to hide the secret from Judai, but (you know Judai) he pried the secret from him and went willingly to the beast's castle.

The beast, who was watching for the merchant's son's arrival from the tallest window, had gotten a nose bleed when he saw how hot the merchant's son was; with his luscious brown hair flowing in the wind from riding "bareback" on his horse. Yes, the beast was now hornier than shit. The beast trying as hard (haha) as he could to not ravish the merchant's son took him in and treated him graciously as his guest.

"Thank you," Judai said as the beast gave him food and drink. "But may I ask your real name?"

"Pardon?"

"Your real name? It can't seriously be 'beast.' I mean, that's so lame!"

"My name is Johan," he said as he used his hand to cup his cheek.

"Ok, p- pervert," Judai said shuttering at his touch. Johan pulled back.

"I am not a pervert!"

"Baka Johan-kun!"

"Was that Japanese? Aren't you French?"

"We're not in France."

"But that doesn't make sense."

After a very weird conversation about their names and nationalities, Judai grew much tried and Johan had noticed this. Without warning, Johan scooped Judai up in his arms and started walking towards the west wing.

"What are you doing? Stop being a gay!" Judai said startled.

"I'm ignoring that last comment. I'm taking you to my room, of course."

"Nani? I thought I had my own room!"

"Don't start that again, and it was in the deal that you sleep in my room!"

"Nuh-uh! I certainly don't remember that in our deal!"

"Well… it was there… and my word is LAW!"

"You pervert!" Judai shouted.

"You sexy boy," Johan mumbled.

"What?" Judai yelled.

"Nothing…"

So Johan and Judai got settled in bed. Johan instantly fell asleep, but Judai became very hot because of Johan's thick fur and Johan's death lock on him. This boy seriously didn't want to let go of the poor Judai. Eventually Judai fell asleep, but morning came quickly and the sun did not like people sleeping when he's around. Judai woke up groggy, to Johan staring at him.

"Good morning, sexy!" Johan said cheerfully.

"Good morning pervert!" said Judai sleepy.

"Come on, let's go get breakfast!" Johan said as he threw Judai on his back and raced down stairs to the dining room where his servants greeted him.

Johan put Judai in that chair right next to his, though Judai looked like he was going to puke from the intensive ride down.

"Good morning master… and guest," said Chazz, the main butler. "What would you like for breakfast?"

"Fried Jumbo Shrimp!" they both said at the same time.

Chazz stared at Judai. "Oh god, not another one," Chazz said as he walked away to the kitchen.

"Oh my god! You like fried shrimp too?" said Judai happily.

"Yeah! It's the best!" Johan said happily too.

They soon got their food and ate happily, though Chazz had to watch with a disgusted face. He didn't understand how anyone could eat some much food that wasn't supposed to exist in the country… yet.

Over the course of a couple of days Johan and Judai became best friends, however, at night, Judai started having weird dreams. He dreamt of a beautiful blue haired boy with unusual spiky hair. He had a gorgeous smile too and frills. But Judai couldn't figure out who he was, or why he kept having these mysterious dreams.

One night, Johan asked Judai to marry him, but Judai refused. He wanted to marry the mysterious blue haired boy. And that night Judai had another dream of the blue haired boy. He was crying, but Judai couldn't cheer him up, when he tried to touch him, (get your mind out of the gutter, that doesn't come until later!) he disappeared.

Judai eventually got homesick and begged Johan to return to see his family. Johan refused, but Judai was determined. He asked, begged, and pleaded to Johan to go.

"Johan, please… please. I want to see my family!" requested Judai as he pouted to Johan.

"You may go, however, you must return in exactly one week."

"Oh! Thank you! Thank you!" Judai said as he hugged Johan. Though his fur was hiding it, Johan was blushing madly at the contact.

Judai left on Johan's fastest horse (who was Sho, who was very pissed!) and rode home with an enchanted mirror and ring. The mirror let him see what was going on back at the castle and the ring let him return to the castle in an instant when it was turned three times around his finger.

When Judai returned home, his sisters were surprised to find him well fed and dressed. They became jealous of Judai, and begged him to stay when they heard that he had to return on a certain day. They even put onions in their eyes to make it look like they were weeping. Judai felt like he should leave, but he stayed, not wanting to upset his sisters more.

Judai became depressed and was ridden with guilt about breaking his promise to Johan so he used the mirror to see him back at the castle. Judai blushed madly and looked away from the mirror. He really didn't need to see Johan taking a bath with a plushy that looked EXACTLY like him.

"What a pervert," he mumbled.

Day passed and Judai felt guiltier each day, so he checked on Johan each day (when he wasn't taking a bath). Judai watched as Johan got more and more depressed each day. One day, when Judai checked on Johan, he was horrified to discover that Johan was lying and what seemed like half dead next below Judai's portrait. Judai immediately used the ring to return to Johan.

"Johan!" yelled Judai as he ran towards him. "Please wake up!" Johan did not wake up. Judai cried over his limp body. It was his fault that he wasn't alive now. "I'm so sorry! I love you!" he blurted out. "Please wake up!"

"I'm not dead…," he said slowly. When Judai opened his eyes, he saw the beautiful mysterious blue haired boy. He had transformed of the words of I love you. "Thank you…" he said hugging the crying boy.

"I thought you died…" he said sobbing, hugging him back.

"Actually… I tricked you…" he said smiling, rubbing his hand on the back of his head.

"EH?" exclaimed Judai. "What?"

"Ah, nothing. Let's just stay like this a little longer," he said hugging Judai tighter, one hand slowly going down Judai's back.

"Oi! Pervert!" Judai said as Johan groped his ass. "Hands off! No means no!"

"You know you want it!" Johan said slyly, caressing Judai's butt. A shiver rolled down Judai spine.

"I'll scream rape!'" he said trying to pry Johan off.

"You can't rape the willing!" Johan said before he pressed his lips on Judai's. Judai moaned heavily, parting his mouth slightly, letting Johan enter his mouth.

"Ah… Bedroom…" moaned Judai as Johan started stripping Judai's clothes.

"You're right…"

Unfortunately, this is where the story stops because this is a T rated fan fiction. But there is something I can tell you about what was supposed to happen if I continued this story: Moaning, bed creaking, names being called, and disturbed servants who didn't get any sleep that night.

Bye.