InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Beyond Friendship: Be Who You Are ❯ Black and Deep Desires ( Chapter 12 )

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Chapter 12 – Black and Deep Desires

 

“Stars, hide your fires;

Let not light see

my black and deep desires.” 

― William Shakespeare, Macbeth

 

 

“Do you want me to beg?” Inuyasha asked, looking up at Sesshoumaru through impossibly long lashes.  He saw the way the demon Lord’s eyes darkened, and he smirked.

 

Inuyasha reached down and grabbed himself shamelessly. “Please fuck me, oh great Lord Sesshoumaru,” he panted, voice sugary sweet.

 

The demon Lord’s eyes turned from aroused to angry. And he may have imagined it, but Inuyasha thought he saw a hint of amusement.

 

Instead of pushing his hand away like Inuyasha had expected, the demon Lord got off of him completely to sit next to him on the bed. There was the rustle of silk as the demon Lord raised one knee up and casually rested his elbow on it.

 

“If you want to finish this yourself, then come on, give me a show, Inuyasha,” he said, voice dark and amused. Dark silver silk glowed dully in the poor light. Golden eyes trailed down lewdly to where the naked hanyou was holding his cock.

 

Despite himself, Inuyasha felt a blush rising to his cheeks, as he was suddenly reminded of the fact that he was the only one who was naked. He did not want to give the bastard a show.

 

But he also did not want to get blue balls.

 

So he pumped himself hesitantly, once.

 

It felt good; kami-sama, it felt good. Inuyasha almost stopped breathing; golden eyes closed of their own accord as he threw his head back. Even the one stroke felt like it could take him straight to heaven after the torture the demon Lord had put him through.

 

But when his eyes opened, they landed on the lazily reclining demon Lord, watching him almost indifferently, and Inuyasha paused. His eyes fell on the Lord’s hand resting carelessly upon his knee, the light glinting off his claws, and highlighting the deep purple strips on his wrists and forearms. They trailed down to his rich robes, tied together perfectly with the golden obi.

 

Dammit all to hell, but he wanted Sesshoumaru to touch him.

 

Large, pleading golden eyes looked up at Sesshoumaru. When the demon Lord didn’t budge, he licked his dry lips.

 

Shuffling over on his elbows, he raised his face up almost to the demon Lord’s lips. The demon Lord allowed it.

 

Inuyasha sat up almost completely too. His skin was hot against the cool silk still enveloping the demon Lord, and he leaned up the rest of the distance and pressed his lips to the demon Lords.

 

Sesshoumaru allowed the kiss, but did not return it. Eager but hesitant lips pressed up against impossibly soft ones for a moment, but withdrew when it wasn’t returned. Inuyasha raised his eyes to his face to see what he was thinking, but his face was unreadable as always.

 

“Is it because I’m hanyou?” Inuyasha asked softly. “Is that why you won’t touch me properly?”

 

Sesshoumaru said nothing; just watched him. Inuyasha drew even closer to the demon Lord so he was almost in his lap. His hands reached out and boldly roamed over his covered haori and gold obi.

 

“How will you ever show me my place with these in the way?” Inuyasha asked, his hands boldly roaming over Sesshoumaru’s clothed chest and his golden obi. “Get them off.”

 

“It seems I allow you too much leeway, hanyou,” Sesshoumaru mused, though he did nothing to deter Inuyasha’s touch. He ran a clawed hand up one exposed thigh as his tongue languidly licked the faint taste of Inuyasha’s lips on his.

 

Inuyasha suppressed a shiver as those claws played with his already over-sensitive skin. It was good that the demon Lord was touching him, but those claws didn’t exactly feel nice.

 

Then the claws sliced his skin and Inuyasha hissed, looking down at the cut that had been made on his thigh.

 

Sesshoumaru touched a clawed finger to the wound he’d made, and smeared the blood. “Half-breed blood on my bed,” he said, amused. “That is certainly a first.”

 

“You can spill as much of it as you like, so long as you fuck me, youkai,” Inuyasha growled, pride rankling a bit from being called a half-breed, even as his cock enthusiastically approved of the term. Deciding that enough was enough, he reached down to Sesshoumaru’s obi, fully intending to slice it to ribbons.

 

His neck was caught in clawed fingers and golden eyes widened as he was suddenly held an arm’s length from the youkai.

 

“Whatever makes you think I need to fuck you to show you your place?” Sesshoumaru murmured, amused and infuriated at the half-breed’s nerve. First, the hanyou dared give him permission to spill his worthless blood, and then he thought he had any right to undress him.

 

“What do you think your place is, half-breed?” he asked languorously, with that smile that was all fangs and unspeakable evil. Inuyasha’s eyes had widened from the pressure on his airway, and his mouth was opening and closing soundlessly. The hand on Inuyasha’s throat squeezed, cutting off Inuyasha’s air. “What is it that you think you deserve from me?”

 

Inuyasha opened his mouth to answer but found it too dry. Nervously, he wet his lips, staring hypnotized into the eyes of the taiyoukai. His hands twitched at his sides, itching to push the youkai back to get his air back, but somehow, he remained still, and forced himself to speak.

 

“I- I don’t know –” he managed to choke out.

 

Sesshoumaru chuckled and eased the pressure on his airway, though his hand remained wrapped around Inuyasha’s throat. Inuyasha gasped in welcome breaths of air, remaining still with the instinct of a prey caught in a predator’s deadly grasp.

 

“Shall I decide then?” the demon Lord mused, squeezing a little almost carelessly. “Shall I do with you what I want?”

 

Another throb of arousal went through Inuyasha’s body, and he swallowed gingerly.

 

“Yes,” he whispered hoarsely, Adam’s apple bobbing against the hand at his throat. Unconsciously, he rubbed his thighs together with his swollen cock in between them. “Yes, do what you want with me.”

 

Golden eyes darkened, turned red. Purple strips elongated, became jagged. Inuyasha stared with his mouth open. Sesshoumaru smiled. Inuyasha felt more afraid than he had yet.

 

“I believe I will play with my new toy for a while,” Sesshoumaru said thoughtfully.

 

Inuyasha swallowed nervously. “P-play?”

 

Sesshoumaru’s head cocked slightly to the side innocently. “Isn’t that what you wanted…Inuyasha? To learn your place. To be my plaything…”

 

Inuyasha opened his mouth to speak but the words got stuck in his throat.

 

“N-no,” he stammered, blinking the daze out of his eyes. “That’s not what I-“

 

“But that is what you said,” Sesshoumaru interrupted silkily. “And we must be careful what we wish for.”

 

Wind blew in from the open balcony. The fire from the torches flickered and shadows deepened on Sesshoumaru’s face.

 

“First,” said Sesshoumaru, picking Inuyasha up by his throat. Inuyasha gasped, struggling in the grip but his legs couldn’t find any purchase. He flailed, holding the gaze of the amused Lord holding him aloft. “Beds are for equals,” Sesshoumaru whispered harshly. “Your place, Inuyasha, is on the floor.”

 

Inuyasha gasped as he was dropped on the carpeted ground. There it was again; the demon skin rug with the demon’s face frozen in terror. The softness of it revolted and allured him; he swore to ask him about it one day if he ever got the chance, but he had no intention of ending up there beside it. Before he could gather his wits enough to run, a booted foot landed on his chest pushing him down.

 

Inuyasha looked up at the youkai. Sesshoumaru’s hair was fanning slightly around him. His eyes were gold bleeding red. There was a smirk on those perfect lips that had kissed him so sweetly. Inuyasha stared, hypnotized. This was the monster, this was the being everyone had warned him against. He had to get away-

 

Sesshoumaru let him struggle silently under his foot till the hanyou lay back exhausted. Then he leaned forward, putting some of his weight on the crushed chest, making Inuyasha groan. 

 

“I think you’ve earned the right to give my boots a good cleaning, Inuyasha,” Sesshoumaru whispered softly. Inuyasha looked up at him disbelievingly. Sesshoumaru sat down on the edge of the bed and rested one elbow on his knee lazily, idly crushing the hanyou under his feet. “Lick them.”

 

The pressure let up enough to allow the hanyou to sit up. His eyes darted towards the open balcony door.

 

Sesshoumaru’s poison whip lashed out and wrapped around Inuyasha’s throat tightly. The delicate flesh of his throat started to sizzle from the most potent poison in the world, and Inuyasha screamed.

 

The whip loosened slightly, allowing the hanyou to breathe. Frantic hands reached up to see what damage the whip had done, and Inuyasha looked up at the demon Lord with wild eyes. “What the fuck was that?” he whispered. “Do you have poison in your veins?”

 

Sesshoumaru’s smile widened.

 

“I will not repeat myself, hanyou.”

 

Inuyasha looked up at the youkai hatefully, but there was no time to think on it further. The whip tightened in warning and Inuyasha hissed, lowering his head in submission.

 

The boots were in front of him. Hesitantly, he stuck his tongue out and licked.

 

He immediately gagged. The taste of salt and mud and dirt overwhelmed him. He raised his head up to cough and the whip lashed down on his bare back. Inuyasha screamed, lowering his head again, grabbing the right boot and licking it again.

 

The taste was more bearable now. He didn’t feel like he would puke.

 

“The hanyou has found his place,” Sesshoumaru whispered softly. Inuyasha shuddered, cringing from the truth in the words. This was the substance of his fantasies; this was what he would have jacked off to if he’d had the nerve to even imagine it. But even in his wildest fantasies, he had never thought that Sesshoumaru could really do this to him, or more – that it would make him feel like this – it was revolting and hateful and infuriating. It wasn’t saccharine sweet like the pure pleasure he felt when he imagined degradation in the safety of his home with his hand on his cock. It was better than that.

 

Inuyasha continued the activity for he didn’t know how long. If he paused even for a moment, that whip would lash down on his back without remorse. So, he continued, licking every inch of that leather, pausing only to wet his mouth as the leather dried out his mouth. He was sure he had swallowed some of the grime, and the thought revolted him, turned his stomach. But one glance up at the demon Lord brought him back to his task. His cock was at half-mast, having lost some of its painful hardness, but the languid, prolonged arousal had a different pleasure of its own, and not one that Inuyasha was familiar with; when he jacked off, he always made himself come.

 

When Inuyasha was confident both boots were spotlessly clean, he sat up on his heels, somehow confident he wouldn’t be punished for doing so, and he wasn’t wrong. The demon Lord watched him with cruelly pleased eyes, watching the natural submission that seemed to have blossomed so beautifully under the whip. The hanyou had internalized his task, instead of just doing it to get it over with. He made it his job, no longer caring whether or not he would be punished for stopping – he had come to enjoy it.

 

The demon Lord spread his knees a little, leaning one elbow on his knee and beckoned the kneeling hanyou closer like a dog. Inuyasha shuffled closer without protest, dazed, hypnotized eyes locked with the taiyoukai’s.

 

Sesshoumaru looked down with cruel amusement in his eyes. Those rose-pink lips were stained with the black polish of his boots. He reached down and brushed one clawed thumb over the smudges.

 

“Dirty little bitch,” he mused, and Inuyasha shuddered from the heavy voice and the degrading words.

 

Blindly, he reached up to press against those lips that were so close to his.

 

Sesshoumaru chuckled and grabbed a fistful of his hair. “Do you think I would touch those dirty lips, soiled with the muck from my boots?”

 

Hurt flashed in Inuyasha’s eyes, and he tried moving his head out of the demon Lord’s grasp, but Sesshoumaru held fast. He snapped his fingers with his other hand. Inuyasha stilled, vaguely wondering what he was doing.

 

Hanyou eyes widened as a young demon boy entered. He had beautiful dark curly hair, and he wore only a loin-cloth. On his bare upper-body,  two large, heavy looking chains were draped cross-wise. His skin shone in the torch-light as he entered and bowed low before the demon Lord.

 

Sesshoumaru had allowed a stranger to witness him naked, on his knees at his feet, Inuyasha thought. The spell was broken and Inuyasha suddenly struggled violently in his grasp.

 

Sesshoumaru was about to give his orders to the slave, when he was forced to pause to handle the half-demon. Turning his attention back to the struggling hanyou, Sesshoumaru grabbed him by the throat and slammed him on the bed.

 

Inuyasha bucked and kicked out at him, mindless of the pressure it put on his captured throat. The demon Lord was one thing, but there wasn’t any way he was allowing others to witness his humiliation.

 

“What has you so disquieted all of sudden, hanyou?” the demon lord asked, penetrating golden eyes looking calmly down into wild ones. He was straddling the hanyou’s hips, and shifted his grip from Inuyasha’s throat to pinning his hands above his head.

 

Inuyasha struggled harder for a moment, not bothering to answer, but the demon Lord subdued him with his weight, and Inuyasha snarled in defeat, finally meeting those eyes defiantly.

 

“Y-you had a stranger witness my – my shame,” he whispered viciously.

 

Sesshoumaru cocked his head to the side, the hanyou’s wrists pinned above his head carelessly, not comprehending for a moment. Inuyasha bucked under him fruitlessly.

 

“The boy!” he hissed, eyes darting towards the slave still bowed on his knee.

 

Sesshoumaru’s eyes lit up with understanding and he chuckled, and Inuyasha’s breath caught at the – surely unintentional – warmth in them.

 

Without tearing his eyes from Inuyasha’s, Sesshoumaru murmured a command. The slave hastened forward, head bowed low. Inuyasha heard his chains jangle softly in the night.

 

Still holding Inuyasha’s eyes, Sesshoumaru let go of Inuyasha’s wrists in favour of straightening up on his seat on the hanyou’s hips. Then he reached out and backhanded the slave across the mouth lightly. The boy collapsed on the stone floor without a sound or a reaction. A moment later, he came back to his knees and bowed his head before the demon Lord again. There was the soft drip of blood from the corner of his mouth hitting the stone floor.

 

Inuyasha watched horrified, hating himself for the heat spreading to his loins despite the pity in his heart for the boy’s plight. He turned his hate on the demon Lord instead, turning fiery eyes up at him.

 

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” he snarled.

 

Sesshoumaru smirked, grinding against the hanyou’s erect cock. “It would seem so, half-breed.”

 

But Inuyasha’s eyes kept darting towards the kneeling boy. Sesshoumaru heaved an imperceptible sigh.

 

“He is not a servant, Inuyasha,” he clarified. “He is a slave. You may as well take askance at the closet.”

 

Inuyasha blushed bright red at this description of another person right in front of him, glancing apologetically at the servant – no, slave. But the boy’s face may as well have been carved from wood for all the expression upon it.

 

Still, he couldn’t help letting out a relieved breath when Sesshoumaru murmured a few words to him and dismissed the boy with a gesture.

 

In the moments that Inuyasha sank back into the mattress, relieved, Sesshoumaru began to undo his obi. The hanyou didn’t struggle; things were finally starting to look up.

 

The gold silk slipped free like water, and Inuyasha’s eyes stood riveted on the expanse of pale skin that became visible as the silver robes came undone. Then his eyes widened as the demon Lord looped one end over two of the stumps of the four-poster bed, and tied his wrists up above his head before he could bring himself to protest. As Inuyasha raised his head up to test his bonds, Sesshoumaru reached inside a drawer on the nightstand and brought out a silken rope, doing the same to his ankles, tying him spread-eagled to the bed. As violently as Inuyasha tugged and pulled, neither the obi, nor the rope would give, even though the bed shook.

 

Just then, the slave boy entered again, kneeling on the floor near Sesshoumaru’s bed, holding up a tray with two glasses and a large bottle of liquor above his bowed head. Sesshoumaru took the bottle without looking at him, and Inuyasha tried to catch the boy’s eyes. But the slave never looked up, his face unsurprised, and face expressionless as he placed the tray on the nightstand, bowing out unobtrusively.

 

Sesshoumaru sat on Inuyasha’s stomach, steel-muscled thighs resting threateningly against fragile ribs. Inuyasha felt the hardness of those thighs as they brushed against his ribs when he took in panicked deep breaths. The demon Lord uncorked the bottle and leisurely poured it over Inuyasha’s mouth and face.

 

Inuyasha sputtered, turning his head this way and that to get away from the liquid. It only made some of it go up his nose. Inuyasha’s eyes widened as his airway burned. Uncaring of his discomfort, Sesshoumaru pinched the hanyou’s nose closed and poured it down his throat.

 

Inuyasha gulped it down hurriedly, risking choking on it if he didn’t co-operate. He could feel it burning his throat and insides.

 

“Demon whiskey,” Sesshoumaru said, settling back on Inuyasha’s stomach and taking a sip himself, directly from the bottle. “Aged a thousand years. I believe it did an adequate job of cleaning out that dirty mouth. Though I’m afraid you may feel the effects of it momentarily.”

 

Inuyasha looked up at him hatefully, even as his head began to spin, stomach turning against that horrible taste.

 

A sliver of fear went up his spine as the demon Lord gulped down the almost full bottle like water. Alcohol brought out the worst in even the most honourable men, and Sesshoumaru wasn’t the best to begin with. When he looked back at Inuyasha, his eyes were intoxicated, and he shuffled up on Inuyasha’s body to settle on his chest. There was a crash as Sesshoumaru carelessly threw the crystal bottle over his shoulder on the rock floor.

 

Inuyasha gasped for breath as his chest took the full brunt of Sesshoumaru’s body weight.

 

The demon Lord’s clothing had come undone in the absence of the obi, and he shrugged out of the haori. He opened the folds of his hakama and freed his cock. Inuyasha looked at it almost cross-eyed where he was lying; his eyes widened at the size of it. Precum was leaking out of the head, and Sesshoumaru took it in his hand, gently brushing his thumb over it.

 

“Open your mouth, Inuyasha,” he ordered lazily.

 

He raised himself up on his knees over Inuyasha’s face, and Inuyasha took in a much-needed deep breath from his suddenly freed chest. He closed his mouth and turned his head to the side.

 

Clawed fingers caressed his face gently, and wrenched his head back in place. “Your cock is straining, Inuyasha. You want this. Now open your mouth.”

 

Inuyasha gasped, as his eyes clouded over with desire. He didn’t, he didn’t want this, he told himself.

 

But he shut his eyes tightly and opened his mouth, none-the-less.

 

Instead of having the cock he was expecting, Inuyasha found something metal being placed inside his open mouth. His eyes snapped open to find Sesshoumaru tying a ring-gag in place, holding the hanyou’s mouth open forcibly. Inuyasha tried to struggle, but found that it may break his fangs, so he stilled.

 

Slowly, Sesshoumaru inserted his cock in his mouth. It didn’t fit more than half the length, and Sesshoumaru withdrew himself languidly, enjoying the feel of the rough tongue on the sensitive underside of his cock.  

 

Inuyasha tried to keep his eyes shut, but the feeling of the heavy mass on his face while he was held completely immobile made him feel like he might suffocate, so he opened them to look up at his captor.

 

The sight wasn’t what he’d been expecting. Sesshoumaru was as fair all over as his face and neck, and over his hips, purple strips extended down to his crotch. Lean muscle undulated in the torchlight, as he moved himself over the captive hanyou’s face, and Inuyasha thought, against his will, that even in the middle of the depraved act he was committing, the demon Lord still looked beautiful and regal and graceful as an angel.

 

His panic subsided slightly as the cock in his mouth wasn’t painful or even very uncomfortable. Sesshoumaru wasn’t forcing his way in, wasn’t hurting him like Inuyasha knew very well he could. And what was more, magenta eye-lids were lowered over golden eyes, as Sesshoumaru gave into the pleasure he was feeling, and Inuyasha found he couldn’t look away.

 

Then golden eyes suddenly opened, and looked down in his. There was no mocking in them, no scorn, only a drugged pleasure, and Inuyasha found himself swirling his tongue over the cock in his mouth, wringing a small gasp of surprise from the demon Lord.

 

A tender hand reached down and caressed his hair, and Sesshoumaru began to slowly push himself in deeper, feeling Inuyasha gagging a little, but the little throat opening up before him.

 

Inuyasha blinked his eyes quickly, the room suddenly swimming before his eyes. The demon alcohol was showing its effects, and he was sure he would have found the large cock more difficult to take if the drink hadn’t been relaxing his muscles and his inhibitions.

 

Unconsciously, he pulled at his tied-up hands, not to push the demon Lord away, but to pull him closer. Sesshoumaru seemed to have understood, and he shuffled forward slightly with his knees next to Inuyasha’s head on the bed, and went even deeper in Inuyasha’s mouth, finally hilting himself.

 

Saliva ran down the corners of Inuyasha’s open mouth, but the hanyou didn’t care. His eyes were on the golden eyes above him, on the way they lay open and naked, showing, for once, what the demon Lord was thinking and feeling.

 

Inuyasha raised his head up slightly, even though it strained his neck and swallowed the cock impossibly deeper, forcing those golden eyes to widen in surprise, and causing the demon Lord to moan softly against his will.

 

There was a flash of green in the corner of his eyes, and Inuyasha found one of his hands was free of the minding. Sesshoumaru’s lowered his hand from where his whip had cut his obi. Inuyasha grasped his straining cock with his one free hand, and began to pump as Sesshoumaru’s pace in his mouth increased.

 

Strong, lean calf muscles strained against their bindings, and Inuyasha spurted his cum just as he felt Sesshoumaru cumming down his throat.

 

He barely felt it when Sesshoumaru undid the ring gag and freed his bound limbs. He stayed almost frozen as he’d been tied up till Sesshoumaru pulled him closer and kissed him with unexpected tenderness.

 

He moaned at the feel of the demon Lord’s naked skin against his, rubbing up against the demon lord’s chest and stomach delightedly. He thought he felt a smirk against his lips as Sesshoumaru reached over and pulled the fur blankets over them.

 

Inuyasha let out a sigh, muscles he didn’t know he’d been tensing suddenly finding relief. He hadn’t realized how cold it was till he felt the warmth of the fur. His alcohol addled brain saw nothing wrong with allowing him to snuggled the furs against his face, while shamelessly cuddling against the demon Lord.

 

“Not right,” Inuyasha murmured, eyes already falling closed. “Stupid furs... hunting the defenceless…mmhm so comfortable…”

 

Next to him, Sesshoumaru chuckled, pulling the exhausted drunk hanyou close.

 

“I don’t hunt, Inuyasha,” he told him, although he knew there was a good chance the boy would not be remembering any of this tomorrow.

 

Eyes heavy with slumber opened half-way to glare levelly at the demon Lord. “Waddhyuu mean ya don’ hunt?” Inuyasha slurred. “You told me… your kills…”

 

 “I do not hunt,” Sesshoumaru repeated. Listening to that deep, rumbling voice, Inuyasha felt his eyes falling shut.

 

“They are demons, my enemies, not animals,” Sesshoumaru said, idly brushing sweaty bangs from Inuyasha’s forehead.

 

Golden eyes opened part way again. “Fuckin’ cruel…” Inuyasha murmured, “Honourable warriors… deserve better…”

 

Sesshoumaru made an almost unobtrusive gesture with his free hand that wasn’t occupied with cuddling Inuyasha, and the torch light suddenly went out, plunging the chamber in darkness and moonlight. Inuyasha sighed happily, snuggling closer to the demon Lord.

 

“It is not my fault they do not heed warnings,” Sesshoumaru told him lightly. “I told them I would skin them alive.”

 

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The next morning, Inuyasha woke up in his own bed in his own house, covered in bruises and buck naked.

 

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A/N: So, did the lemon make up for the cliff-hanger in the last chapter? Please review and let me know what you think. ^.^