InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Want To Be Your Slave ❯ Recuperating ( Chapter 20 )
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By: Lord Youko 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.04.2011 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.5K | Visits: 1.8K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.04.2011 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.5K | Visits: 1.8K | Status: Work In Progress
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Chapter 20 - Recuperating
When Kouga and Inuyasha entered Sesshoumaru’s chambers, Miroku was already there, with a few maids, bandaging his various wounds.
The test had ended just before dawn. Inu no Taisho, Lady Tsukiko and Sesshoumaru had travelled back to the mansion the same way they had arrived – in the form of energy balls -while Kouga and Inuyasha were stuck with far slower means of transportation. As such, it was already a few hours into the morning by the time they reached the castle, although a slight coolness from the night still lingered.
“Sesshoumaru-sama!”
Kouga smirked as the hanyou launched himself at the demon Lord, latching onto one hakama-clad leg.
Sesshoumaru was sitting on his bed without his haori on while Miroku was cleaning the wound on his chest. A maid was standing next to him, cleaning his back with a damp cloth as another knelt near his feet putting away blood-stained cloths and bringing out fresh ones.
The bruises and sword wounds on his body had already disappeared. The only wounds still bleeding were the ones which had been poisoned. Even the gaping wound in his stomach was by now closed up, bleeding only slightly. Three of his ribs had cracked from Inu no Taisho’s blows and they were still sore from just having healed.
Inuyasha clung tighter as the demon Lord’s large hand came to rest on top of his head, smoothing back the nervously flickering, slightly droopy ears.
“A-are you alright, Master?”
“Of course he is,” Miroku put in, smiling kindly down at the frightened looking puppy. “These wounds should heal in a few days.”
Inuyasha glanced uncertainly at the young man dressed in monk’s robes, the healer who had looked after him when he first came to the castle. It hardly seemed possible that the wounds he himself had seen the demon Lord receive would be healed so soon but already, he looked a lot better.
“Are you sure?” he asked Miroku in a small voice.
“Don’t worry,” Kouga told him, walking into the room, closing the doors behind him. “He’s had worse.”
Sesshoumaru inclined his head in assent and Kouga came over to sit next to him at the edge of the bed. Inuyasha watched Sesshoumaru’s face with wide eyes as the maids passed the cloth over still bleeding wounds. The demon Lord didn’t even flinch.
“Have you behaved yourself, Inuyasha?” Sesshoumaru murmured, taking a hold of his leash and pulling him close between his knees.
Inuyasha nodded vigorously. Kouga rolled his eyes.
“Yeah he was an obedient little puppy, alright, curled up cutely in that basket of his.”
Sesshoumaru glanced up at the wolf. He had expected as much. Slaves generally knew better than to touch anything of their master’s without permission. Inuyasha’s place was in that basket; he had ordered it himself. That he let the puppy sleep with him on the bed was a whim of his, not Inuyasha’s right.
The demon Lord played with the leash in his hand. “Good.”
The idea pleased him, somehow. He allowed Inuyasha privileges unknown to other slaves – like staying in his chambers; any other slave would be ordered to leave as soon as he had taken his pleasure. Spending the night with him in his bed was something they would not even dare hope for. But while he let the puppy do so when it pleased him, that did not mean Inuyasha could be presumptuous enough to sleep in it without permission. Had he done so, the hanyou would have been punished for forgetting his place but it seemed there was no need.
Miroku frowned, staunching the blood trickling down his arm with a piece of cloth. “The poison has percolated very deep, especially on your arm but it seems your immune system has improved. Though Tsukiko-sama administered very strong poison, the wound will be healed within a week.”
Sesshoumaru said nothing. His mother’s poison and his own could be controlled in its intensity at will. Lady Tsukiko’s poison in its strongest form was lethal; Sesshoumaru had seen a powerful demon killed with a single drop administered in his blood-stream. It might be a Herculean feat to be able to have power enough to fight that poison back and not let it spread through one’s body but the young prince of the Western Lands knew his mother had held back. And even though he had progressed from the previous time, he was still far from his goal.
Miroku finished tying the last of the bandages in place. The maids also finished their task and stood up, picking up the wooden bucket of now blood stained water and the wash cloths.
“I have done all that is necessary for the time being,” Miroku said, picking up the wooden box he kept his supplies in. “Call me if any of the wounds get worse.”
Sesshoumaru inclined his head.
Miroku smiled at Inuyasha, bowed slightly to Kouga and then headed for the doors. When he reached them, he paused with his hand on one of the ornate handles.
“Oh and Sesshoumaru-sama,” he turned back, smiling pleasantly. The demon Lord looked at him suspiciously, correctly reading the mischief behind wide, faux-innocent brown eyes. “If you want your wounds to heal quickly, you must refrain from any…strenuous activities, in the meantime.”
Before Sesshoumaru could retort, he’d slipped through the door and vanished, leaving a gleeful Kouga grinning at him.
“Well Inuyasha,” Kouga said resignedly to the puppy who was standing between Sesshoumaru’s thighs, leaning on his leg. “You heard what Houshi-sama said…you’d better leave Sesshoumaru alone for a few days.”
Inuyasha cocked his head confusedly, not having understood the innuendo in the lecherous monk’s words. “Houshi-sama said that?”
Kouga nodded sagely. “That’s what he said. You can’t be with Sesshoumaru for a few days.”
Inuyasha hesitated, one tiny hand bunching the fabric of Sesshoumaru’s hakama. “But-“
Kouga glared at him balefully. “Or don’t you want him to heal properly…?”
Inuyasha gave a small start, then bowed his head sadly. Of course he wanted Sesshoumaru-sama to get well soon! He began to move away from his master.
Then steel-muscled thighs closed around him and trapped him there. “You’re not going anywhere,” Sesshoumaru stated in a low voice, glaring at the wolf prince who had tried to take his puppy away from him.
Inuyasha looked up at him, blushing at his position but eyes clouded with worry. “But Kouga-sama said-“
“Ignore the idiotic wolf,” Sesshoumaru ordered, lifting his puppy’s chin with two clawed fingers. “You are not allowed to leave these chambers for the next few days.”
“Hey, that’s not fair!” Kouga protested. “You can’t keep him captive like that, especially with the gardens in full bloom. The days when you were away training, Inuyasha and I spent our time enjoying the palace gardens. I’m sure Inuyasha wouldn’t like to be locked away from that, right puppy?”
Inuyasha opened his mouth to say he wouldn’t mind as long as he was with his master but his voice caught in his throat as he was suddenly released from where he’d been trapped by Sesshoumaru’s legs; the demon Lord had aimed a kick at Kouga which the wolf cheerfully dodged, jumping up to stand in front of them, a safe distance away.
“Now there’s no need to get so pissed,” he reproached matter-of-factly. “I’m just better company than you are.”
But Sesshoumaru was not looking at him. He was staring intently at Inuyasha after the manner of a snake hypnotizing its prey. Kouga gritted his teeth, watching the dazed look on Inuyasha’s face as he stared into piercing golden eyes. Damn it! It was working...
“You may go with Kouga if you wish, Inuyasha,” Sesshoumaru said, straightening up and making a big production of running his hand through his hair with his injured hand, wincing slightly. “The gardens are quite beautiful this time of the year…”
But Inuyasha’s attention was riveted on the slight expression of pain on the demon Lord’s face. He knew how stoic his Master was…to let the pain show on his face now - the wounds must really be hurting him.
“Sesshoumaru-sama! Please rest…I- I will brush your hair for you, if you wish…”
Sesshoumaru looked slightly surprised but smiled angelically at the hanyou.
“But are you not going out with Kouga?”
Kouga saw the smile and felt the triumphant grin slide of his face. Uh oh…
Inuyasha immediately turned towards the wolf prince. “I am sorry, Kouga-sama but I must stay with Sesshoumaru-sama...he is in pain.”
He turned back to smile happily at Sesshoumaru. “And I will see the flowers with my Master when he is well.”
Inuyasha frowned when he saw the scowl on Kouga’s face; he missed the smug look that Sesshoumaru cast Kouga over his head.
“You little-!” Kouga began, fists clenched at his side. “Inuyasha, don’t listen to him! He’s fooling you.”
Inuyasha tilted is head to his side, wide eyes blinking in confusion. “What do you mean, Kouga-sama? Sesshoumaru-sama got very hurt in the fight. You said that houshi-sama said that he needs to rest right?”
Kouga wanted to shake the adorable puppy till he saw his evil master for the devious demon that he was. He had seen Sesshoumaru bear far worse without a twitch. Hell, he’d been with Sesshoumaru when he had led an army during a war; the demon Lord had nearly been on the verge of death and had borne his wounds without flinching.
“He can recover just fine on his own,” Kouga insisted, not willing to lose this little contest, especially after seeing the smug challenge in his friend’s eyes.
“But I want to take care of him,” Inuyasha said, staring down at the floor to hide the light blush on his cheeks.
Sesshoumaru shifted back towards the head of the bed and leaned back on the pillows folding one of his legs. Inuyasha was instantly at his side, kneeling next to him on the bed.
“Is there anything you need, Master?” he asked glancing anxiously at the red spot forming on the bandages on his arm and stomach, as blood from the still raw wounds seeped out.
“It is alright,” Sesshoumaru told him, brushing snow white bangs from his forehead.
Inuyasha chewed his lip, running his fingers lightly over the wound on his arm. “Does it hurt very much?”
Kouga passed an exasperated hand over his eyes and sighed.
“For the last time, Inuyasha, he’s fine!”
The hanyou looked down at his hands miserably and fidgeted with the end of his long haori sleeves.
“But I-“
Kouga shot his smirking friend an exasperated look.
“Would you stop taking advantage of the poor kid and tell him already?” he demanded.
Sesshoumaru shot him an I-don’t-know-what-you-mean look. Inuyasha blinked reproachfully up at Kouga.
“B-but he’s hurt, Kouga-sama!”
Kouga threw up his hands in despair. “Fine then you take care of him. I’ve had enough of this.”
Sesshoumaru watched gleefully as Kouga stomped out of his room, shooting one last venomous glance at the demon Lord, and slammed the doors shut.
“Kouga-sama is mad at me?” Inuyasha asked Sesshoumaru, unable to understand why the demon Lord looked so pleased.
“No,” Sesshoumaru told him, pulling him close with his uninjured arm. “He is mad at me.”
“Why, Master?” Inuyasha asked.
Instead of answering, Sesshoumaru pulled the hanyou in for a deep, slow kiss.
“Did you have fun with Kouga?” Sesshoumaru asked, circling a possessive arm around the hanyou, holding him close. He knew Kouga well enough to know that he wouldn’t try anything with the puppy but he still didn’t like the idea of Inuyasha spending days alone with someone else.
“Yes!” Inuyasha beamed, then looked down shyly. “But I missed you, Master…”
Clawed fingers circled his chin and pulled his face up for another lingering, claiming kiss. This time, Inuyasha melted into his arms, enjoying his master’s touch after many days apart. When Sesshoumaru broke the kiss, the hanyou slumped onto his chest, his knees having lost the strength to prop him up. Dazed eyes opened slowly as Inuyasha revelled in his Master’s warmth. But he immediately scrambled away from him when he saw a reddening bandage before his eyes; he was putting his entire weight on Sesshoumaru’s wound.
“I’m sorry!” he gasped, staring at the bandaged wound in horror. “Sesshoumaru-sama, I’m so so-“
“Inuyasha,” the demon Lord interrupted, amused. “It is fine.”
“You- you’re bleeding,” Inuyasha said tearfully, holding on to Sesshoumaru’s one raised knee “... and I – I leaned on it and-“
“You weigh next to nothing,” Sesshoumaru told him, “My wounds will not exacerbate quite so easily.”
Inuyasha nodded hesitantly, sniffling. “I-is there anything I can do, Master?”
The demon Lord unfolded his leg and rested it in Inuyasha’s lap.
“I am certain a foot massage from will help,” Sesshoumaru said.
Inuyasha’s face lit up. “Really?”
He immediately took the offered foot in his hands and began to knead it with gentle hands. Sesshoumaru leaned back into the pillows. Well, there were worse ways to recuperate from a fight than having an adorably worried puppy at his feet.
He watched Inuyasha; the puppy looked very small and innocent and fragile and the demon Lord had to resist the urge to pin him under his body and ravish him till he begged for mercy.
It was a strange feeling; Sesshoumaru could not remember ever having felt that wild, possessive feeling before. He remembered watching Taisho’s blade about to cleave his head in two. It had awakened a side of him he had never known before. In all their years of training, the prince could not remember a single occasion on which he had managed to hit either of his parents; even now, he knew his power was nowhere close theirs. But when he had seen Inuyasha about to be injured, he hadn’t thought of all that. All he knew was that he couldn’t allow it, no matter if it was his father, Lord Inu no Taisho himself, who stood in his way.
“Master?”
Sesshoumaru blinked, focusing back on Inuyasha. The hanyou’s head was bowed, a desolate look on his face.
“Thank you for saving me,” he said softly, bowing low, resting his head on the demon Lord’s feet. “My life already belongs to you but…”
If, for whatever reason, Inu no Taisho, the Lord of the Land, decided to kill him, his Master would be well within his rights to not lift a finger. Sesshoumaru would not have reopened the wound on his arm then; a Master getting injured for a slave, and a hanyou stray at that, was unheard of.
Then there was a sharp tug on his leash and he was dragged into the demon Lord’s lap. The demon Lord’s hand grasped him strongly by the back of his neck, holding him in place forcing him to meet the prince’s eyes.
“But what?” Sesshoumaru asked quietly.
Inuyasha squirmed in his hold, trying to avert his eyes from the demon Lord’s smouldering ones. “Ahhh....Master…”
“You have no reason to thank me,” the demon Lord told him. Inuyasha stared into fierce, suddenly dark eyes.
“Your life,” Sesshoumaru whispered, tightening his grip on Inuyasha’s neck, “is mine to take.”
Inuyasha’s eyes widened.
“I protect the things I own…Inuyasha. Do not presume to give thanks for what does not belong to you. I claimed you – your body, your will, your life.”
Inuyasha could feel his heart thundering in his chest. Air…he couldn’t get enough air in his lungs…
“You are not allowed to die…until I kill you myself.”
The hanyou gasped, tears beginning to stream down his cheeks. What was this… this strange feeling in his chest when he heard those words from his Master’s lips? He had been raised as a slave for almost as long as he could remember but had he even dared dream that he would one day belong to such a powerful Master? The demon Lord took possession of him in a way that made him want to surrender everything to his Master, his god. One glance from the prince’s imperious eyes made him want to submit to his every whim and desire. What was this warm, melty feeling that made him feel simultaneously owned and cherished and safe…
For the third time that night, his lips were claimed by the demon Lord’s. Inuyasha parted his lips, accepting his dominance and Sesshoumaru’s tongue entered the puppy’s mouth, exploring it, savouring the heady taste of submission and Inuyasha. The hanyou melted against him, a tiny hand fisting on his chest, unwittingly closing around silky silver hair. Sesshoumaru’s other hand, which was not busy keeping Inuyasha’s mouth in place, roved under his haori and over his skin, tracing every inch of the soft, plaint body.
Soon, Inuyasha was hard, rubbing against him desperately, pleading for reprieve. Sesshoumaru released him and looked into the puppy’s lust clouded eyes.
“Bare yourself,” he ordered quietly.
Inuyasha hurried to obey, quickly removing his garments, fumbling with the knots in his hurry.
The demon Lord’s hungry eyes roamed over his trembling body, naked except for the collar and leash.
“Go get the bowl near your basket.”
Inuyasha frowned, confused at the order, but obeyed anyway. The bowl was a small, doggie dish that had lain next to the puppy basket. Inuyasha had assumed it had just been a something to go with the basket, merely for show.
He picked the shallow black bowl-like thing and climbed back on the bed, kneeling in front of the demon Lord.
Sesshoumaru leaned back on the pillows, propping his head on his elbow comfortably.
“Now,” he said softly, predatory eyes staring at the hanyou. “Touch yourself.”
Inuyasha’s eyes widened, cheeks flushing with colour.
“Master?” he asked tentatively.
Sesshoumaru smiled sadistically at the bashful puppy. “Do it,” he ordered. “And you will cum in that dish. I don’t want a mess on my sheets.”
Inuyasha shuddered at the command, closing his hand around his hard cock.
He pumped hesitantly, gasping at the long awaited touch on the sensitive organ. He began pumping quickly, eyes squeezing shut at the intense pleasure.
Oh god, he could feel his Master’s eyes on him…
His hand sped up, climax building quickly. Just a little more…he was so…close…
-you will cum in that dish. I don’t want a mess on my sheets-
Inuyasha’s eyes snapped open as he remembered the command. He glanced hesitantly at Sesshoumaru. The demon Lord was staring intently at him, darkened golden eyes raping his trembling body.
Reluctantly, he looked down at the dish. Oh god, he would have to aim…
Face burning with humiliation and arousal, Inuyasha reached out a shaking hand and positioned the bowl in front of him. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Sesshoumaru’s cruel, pleased smile.
He began to pump himself fast, the feeling of his own hand around his dick still weird, but in a wonderful way. He tensed, his climax building and then he released with a cry, falling back into the sheets.
A few moments later, he opened his eyes and sat up, looking anxiously to see if he’d managed to do what his Master had ordered.
He had, for the most part, though some of it had missed the mark and spilled on the sheets.
“Forgive me, Master,” he apologized, kneeling before him on weak knees.
“Hmm,” Sesshoumaru contemplated, staring at the dish.
His eyes snapped up to meet Inuyasha’s. “Now drink it.”
Inuyasha swallowed nervously, cock stirring again at his words. “Sesshoumaru-sama…”
But the demon Lord’s eyes said he would tolerate no disobedience and so, Inuyasha hesitantly grasped the plate in his hands and raised it to his lips.
With one last glace at his Master, he tipped it back, allowing the content to flow between his lips. All the while, he could feel the prince watching him, savouring his humiliation and his abject submission. It made him feel warm, low in his belly.
When he’d finished, he placed the bowl on the bed and bowed low to his Master.
His leash was tugged and he tumbled forward, lying flat on his stomach. When he raised his head, he found his face level with the demon Lord’s crotch. He glanced up at his Master. Golden eyes watched him silently. He turned his eyes back to his Master’s exposed cock. Inuyasha lowered his mouth onto it and took the appendage in his mouth.
He could hear a soft approving groan from the demon Lord in response. He opened his mouth wider and took more of the thick, large cock in. The musky, heady scent of his Master’s arousal hit his nostrils and he began to suck, attempting to take him in till the base. Sesshoumaru’s large hand landed on the back of his head, pushing and pulling it to the Lord’s satisfaction.
Inuyasha relaxed his mouth and throat, allowing his Master to use him as he pleased. After his own intense orgasm, he didn’t think he had much energy left. He remained sprawled between the demon Lord’s legs, letting the prince control him as he pleased.
Soon, Sesshoumaru began to push deeper and faster into his throat. Inuyasha gagged as he hit the back of his throat for the first time. The breath left his lungs as one of the demon Lord’s legs landed his back, the heavy weight pinning him in place. The demon prince’s pace increased, eyes closing as he zoned out everything except the wonderful feeling on his cock. The hanyou’s throat was warm and tight, constricting wonderfully around his shaft when he gagged.
Inuyasha felt his own cock grow hard and throbbing at his position and his Master’s merciless use of him. It felt good, to be weighed down under his master this way. He could feel his release building for a second time spurred by the fact that his cock was stimulated by the cool silk sheets, being crushed under his body and under Sesshoumaru’s weight.
Finally, the demon Lord thrust deep into his throat and held himself there, choking the poor hanyou. Inuyasha could not breathe, his face being grinded into the demon’s crotch. He began to feel lightheaded from the lack of oxygen. To his surprise, he came hard for the second time, just as Sesshoumaru released deep inside his throat, then lost consciousness.
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Late in the evening that day, Sesshoumaru got dressed and headed out of his room to where his father had called for him. Inuyasha was still sleeping, exhausted from his efforts to please his Master.
Sesshoumaru entered the room where his father was sitting in an open balcony on a cushioned chair, sipping tea. The entire front of the castle grounds could be seen from this spot; the sun setting below the horizon looked beautiful.
“Sesshoumaru,” he greeted, gesturing for his son to sit opposite him. He sat down, and a servant appeared, pouring tea for the prince. Taisho glanced at him once and the servant bowed and retreated.
“Miroku tells me your wounds are healing faster than last time. Good.”
Sesshoumaru said nothing, taking a sip of his tea.
“Once you have recovered, I have an assignment for you.”
Sesshoumaru raised his eyes to meet Taisho’s to show him he was listening.
“There is a Lord of a small area in the heart of the kingdom, ruled by a toad prince. I have received several complaints regarding his oppressive rule. A messenger, that was sent in warning, was turned away rudely.”
Sesshoumaru raised his eyebrows. “What do you want me to do?”
Taisho made a sweeping gesture with his hand. “These demons are mostly low level ones. It is not difficult to conquer the land by force. However, I want you to go there and convince the Lord of the Land to either rule fairly or to surrender his throne to one of our representatives.”
Sesshoumaru frowned. “Convince?”
Taisho nodded. “Without force.”
Sesshoumaru blinked. “You mean you want him alive?”
Taisho glared. “Of course I want him alive! I know your diplomatic skill is less than adequate so this is a kind of a test. You may spend as many days as you need there but the Lord should be alive and well and amicable relations must be maintained between the two lands. Is that understood?”
Without moving a muscle, Taisho got the distinct impression that Sesshoumaru was making a face at him.
“I have to be the one to do this?” Sesshoumaru asked, sounding exasperated.
Taisho nodded. “I will send him a letter informing him of your arrival.”
“Alright,” he conceded reluctantly.
Taisho grinned, pleased to hear the resignation in his son’s voice. “And I have to warn you, the Lord of the Land is not known for his sweet temper or pleasant manners and he is not too fond of us to begin with. But you will be patient, yes?”
Sesshoumaru gritted his teeth. Father and his twisted sense of humour…but he was taking Inuyasha along with the other servants to make the trip at least somewhat less tedious.
“What, pray tell, is the name of this Lord?” he asked, attempting to keep the irritation from his voice.
Inu no Taisho smirked. “Lord Jaken.”
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Chapter 20 - Recuperating
When Kouga and Inuyasha entered Sesshoumaru’s chambers, Miroku was already there, with a few maids, bandaging his various wounds.
The test had ended just before dawn. Inu no Taisho, Lady Tsukiko and Sesshoumaru had travelled back to the mansion the same way they had arrived – in the form of energy balls -while Kouga and Inuyasha were stuck with far slower means of transportation. As such, it was already a few hours into the morning by the time they reached the castle, although a slight coolness from the night still lingered.
“Sesshoumaru-sama!”
Kouga smirked as the hanyou launched himself at the demon Lord, latching onto one hakama-clad leg.
Sesshoumaru was sitting on his bed without his haori on while Miroku was cleaning the wound on his chest. A maid was standing next to him, cleaning his back with a damp cloth as another knelt near his feet putting away blood-stained cloths and bringing out fresh ones.
The bruises and sword wounds on his body had already disappeared. The only wounds still bleeding were the ones which had been poisoned. Even the gaping wound in his stomach was by now closed up, bleeding only slightly. Three of his ribs had cracked from Inu no Taisho’s blows and they were still sore from just having healed.
Inuyasha clung tighter as the demon Lord’s large hand came to rest on top of his head, smoothing back the nervously flickering, slightly droopy ears.
“A-are you alright, Master?”
“Of course he is,” Miroku put in, smiling kindly down at the frightened looking puppy. “These wounds should heal in a few days.”
Inuyasha glanced uncertainly at the young man dressed in monk’s robes, the healer who had looked after him when he first came to the castle. It hardly seemed possible that the wounds he himself had seen the demon Lord receive would be healed so soon but already, he looked a lot better.
“Are you sure?” he asked Miroku in a small voice.
“Don’t worry,” Kouga told him, walking into the room, closing the doors behind him. “He’s had worse.”
Sesshoumaru inclined his head in assent and Kouga came over to sit next to him at the edge of the bed. Inuyasha watched Sesshoumaru’s face with wide eyes as the maids passed the cloth over still bleeding wounds. The demon Lord didn’t even flinch.
“Have you behaved yourself, Inuyasha?” Sesshoumaru murmured, taking a hold of his leash and pulling him close between his knees.
Inuyasha nodded vigorously. Kouga rolled his eyes.
“Yeah he was an obedient little puppy, alright, curled up cutely in that basket of his.”
Sesshoumaru glanced up at the wolf. He had expected as much. Slaves generally knew better than to touch anything of their master’s without permission. Inuyasha’s place was in that basket; he had ordered it himself. That he let the puppy sleep with him on the bed was a whim of his, not Inuyasha’s right.
The demon Lord played with the leash in his hand. “Good.”
The idea pleased him, somehow. He allowed Inuyasha privileges unknown to other slaves – like staying in his chambers; any other slave would be ordered to leave as soon as he had taken his pleasure. Spending the night with him in his bed was something they would not even dare hope for. But while he let the puppy do so when it pleased him, that did not mean Inuyasha could be presumptuous enough to sleep in it without permission. Had he done so, the hanyou would have been punished for forgetting his place but it seemed there was no need.
Miroku frowned, staunching the blood trickling down his arm with a piece of cloth. “The poison has percolated very deep, especially on your arm but it seems your immune system has improved. Though Tsukiko-sama administered very strong poison, the wound will be healed within a week.”
Sesshoumaru said nothing. His mother’s poison and his own could be controlled in its intensity at will. Lady Tsukiko’s poison in its strongest form was lethal; Sesshoumaru had seen a powerful demon killed with a single drop administered in his blood-stream. It might be a Herculean feat to be able to have power enough to fight that poison back and not let it spread through one’s body but the young prince of the Western Lands knew his mother had held back. And even though he had progressed from the previous time, he was still far from his goal.
Miroku finished tying the last of the bandages in place. The maids also finished their task and stood up, picking up the wooden bucket of now blood stained water and the wash cloths.
“I have done all that is necessary for the time being,” Miroku said, picking up the wooden box he kept his supplies in. “Call me if any of the wounds get worse.”
Sesshoumaru inclined his head.
Miroku smiled at Inuyasha, bowed slightly to Kouga and then headed for the doors. When he reached them, he paused with his hand on one of the ornate handles.
“Oh and Sesshoumaru-sama,” he turned back, smiling pleasantly. The demon Lord looked at him suspiciously, correctly reading the mischief behind wide, faux-innocent brown eyes. “If you want your wounds to heal quickly, you must refrain from any…strenuous activities, in the meantime.”
Before Sesshoumaru could retort, he’d slipped through the door and vanished, leaving a gleeful Kouga grinning at him.
“Well Inuyasha,” Kouga said resignedly to the puppy who was standing between Sesshoumaru’s thighs, leaning on his leg. “You heard what Houshi-sama said…you’d better leave Sesshoumaru alone for a few days.”
Inuyasha cocked his head confusedly, not having understood the innuendo in the lecherous monk’s words. “Houshi-sama said that?”
Kouga nodded sagely. “That’s what he said. You can’t be with Sesshoumaru for a few days.”
Inuyasha hesitated, one tiny hand bunching the fabric of Sesshoumaru’s hakama. “But-“
Kouga glared at him balefully. “Or don’t you want him to heal properly…?”
Inuyasha gave a small start, then bowed his head sadly. Of course he wanted Sesshoumaru-sama to get well soon! He began to move away from his master.
Then steel-muscled thighs closed around him and trapped him there. “You’re not going anywhere,” Sesshoumaru stated in a low voice, glaring at the wolf prince who had tried to take his puppy away from him.
Inuyasha looked up at him, blushing at his position but eyes clouded with worry. “But Kouga-sama said-“
“Ignore the idiotic wolf,” Sesshoumaru ordered, lifting his puppy’s chin with two clawed fingers. “You are not allowed to leave these chambers for the next few days.”
“Hey, that’s not fair!” Kouga protested. “You can’t keep him captive like that, especially with the gardens in full bloom. The days when you were away training, Inuyasha and I spent our time enjoying the palace gardens. I’m sure Inuyasha wouldn’t like to be locked away from that, right puppy?”
Inuyasha opened his mouth to say he wouldn’t mind as long as he was with his master but his voice caught in his throat as he was suddenly released from where he’d been trapped by Sesshoumaru’s legs; the demon Lord had aimed a kick at Kouga which the wolf cheerfully dodged, jumping up to stand in front of them, a safe distance away.
“Now there’s no need to get so pissed,” he reproached matter-of-factly. “I’m just better company than you are.”
But Sesshoumaru was not looking at him. He was staring intently at Inuyasha after the manner of a snake hypnotizing its prey. Kouga gritted his teeth, watching the dazed look on Inuyasha’s face as he stared into piercing golden eyes. Damn it! It was working...
“You may go with Kouga if you wish, Inuyasha,” Sesshoumaru said, straightening up and making a big production of running his hand through his hair with his injured hand, wincing slightly. “The gardens are quite beautiful this time of the year…”
But Inuyasha’s attention was riveted on the slight expression of pain on the demon Lord’s face. He knew how stoic his Master was…to let the pain show on his face now - the wounds must really be hurting him.
“Sesshoumaru-sama! Please rest…I- I will brush your hair for you, if you wish…”
Sesshoumaru looked slightly surprised but smiled angelically at the hanyou.
“But are you not going out with Kouga?”
Kouga saw the smile and felt the triumphant grin slide of his face. Uh oh…
Inuyasha immediately turned towards the wolf prince. “I am sorry, Kouga-sama but I must stay with Sesshoumaru-sama...he is in pain.”
He turned back to smile happily at Sesshoumaru. “And I will see the flowers with my Master when he is well.”
Inuyasha frowned when he saw the scowl on Kouga’s face; he missed the smug look that Sesshoumaru cast Kouga over his head.
“You little-!” Kouga began, fists clenched at his side. “Inuyasha, don’t listen to him! He’s fooling you.”
Inuyasha tilted is head to his side, wide eyes blinking in confusion. “What do you mean, Kouga-sama? Sesshoumaru-sama got very hurt in the fight. You said that houshi-sama said that he needs to rest right?”
Kouga wanted to shake the adorable puppy till he saw his evil master for the devious demon that he was. He had seen Sesshoumaru bear far worse without a twitch. Hell, he’d been with Sesshoumaru when he had led an army during a war; the demon Lord had nearly been on the verge of death and had borne his wounds without flinching.
“He can recover just fine on his own,” Kouga insisted, not willing to lose this little contest, especially after seeing the smug challenge in his friend’s eyes.
“But I want to take care of him,” Inuyasha said, staring down at the floor to hide the light blush on his cheeks.
Sesshoumaru shifted back towards the head of the bed and leaned back on the pillows folding one of his legs. Inuyasha was instantly at his side, kneeling next to him on the bed.
“Is there anything you need, Master?” he asked glancing anxiously at the red spot forming on the bandages on his arm and stomach, as blood from the still raw wounds seeped out.
“It is alright,” Sesshoumaru told him, brushing snow white bangs from his forehead.
Inuyasha chewed his lip, running his fingers lightly over the wound on his arm. “Does it hurt very much?”
Kouga passed an exasperated hand over his eyes and sighed.
“For the last time, Inuyasha, he’s fine!”
The hanyou looked down at his hands miserably and fidgeted with the end of his long haori sleeves.
“But I-“
Kouga shot his smirking friend an exasperated look.
“Would you stop taking advantage of the poor kid and tell him already?” he demanded.
Sesshoumaru shot him an I-don’t-know-what-you-mean look. Inuyasha blinked reproachfully up at Kouga.
“B-but he’s hurt, Kouga-sama!”
Kouga threw up his hands in despair. “Fine then you take care of him. I’ve had enough of this.”
Sesshoumaru watched gleefully as Kouga stomped out of his room, shooting one last venomous glance at the demon Lord, and slammed the doors shut.
“Kouga-sama is mad at me?” Inuyasha asked Sesshoumaru, unable to understand why the demon Lord looked so pleased.
“No,” Sesshoumaru told him, pulling him close with his uninjured arm. “He is mad at me.”
“Why, Master?” Inuyasha asked.
Instead of answering, Sesshoumaru pulled the hanyou in for a deep, slow kiss.
“Did you have fun with Kouga?” Sesshoumaru asked, circling a possessive arm around the hanyou, holding him close. He knew Kouga well enough to know that he wouldn’t try anything with the puppy but he still didn’t like the idea of Inuyasha spending days alone with someone else.
“Yes!” Inuyasha beamed, then looked down shyly. “But I missed you, Master…”
Clawed fingers circled his chin and pulled his face up for another lingering, claiming kiss. This time, Inuyasha melted into his arms, enjoying his master’s touch after many days apart. When Sesshoumaru broke the kiss, the hanyou slumped onto his chest, his knees having lost the strength to prop him up. Dazed eyes opened slowly as Inuyasha revelled in his Master’s warmth. But he immediately scrambled away from him when he saw a reddening bandage before his eyes; he was putting his entire weight on Sesshoumaru’s wound.
“I’m sorry!” he gasped, staring at the bandaged wound in horror. “Sesshoumaru-sama, I’m so so-“
“Inuyasha,” the demon Lord interrupted, amused. “It is fine.”
“You- you’re bleeding,” Inuyasha said tearfully, holding on to Sesshoumaru’s one raised knee “... and I – I leaned on it and-“
“You weigh next to nothing,” Sesshoumaru told him, “My wounds will not exacerbate quite so easily.”
Inuyasha nodded hesitantly, sniffling. “I-is there anything I can do, Master?”
The demon Lord unfolded his leg and rested it in Inuyasha’s lap.
“I am certain a foot massage from will help,” Sesshoumaru said.
Inuyasha’s face lit up. “Really?”
He immediately took the offered foot in his hands and began to knead it with gentle hands. Sesshoumaru leaned back into the pillows. Well, there were worse ways to recuperate from a fight than having an adorably worried puppy at his feet.
He watched Inuyasha; the puppy looked very small and innocent and fragile and the demon Lord had to resist the urge to pin him under his body and ravish him till he begged for mercy.
It was a strange feeling; Sesshoumaru could not remember ever having felt that wild, possessive feeling before. He remembered watching Taisho’s blade about to cleave his head in two. It had awakened a side of him he had never known before. In all their years of training, the prince could not remember a single occasion on which he had managed to hit either of his parents; even now, he knew his power was nowhere close theirs. But when he had seen Inuyasha about to be injured, he hadn’t thought of all that. All he knew was that he couldn’t allow it, no matter if it was his father, Lord Inu no Taisho himself, who stood in his way.
“Master?”
Sesshoumaru blinked, focusing back on Inuyasha. The hanyou’s head was bowed, a desolate look on his face.
“Thank you for saving me,” he said softly, bowing low, resting his head on the demon Lord’s feet. “My life already belongs to you but…”
If, for whatever reason, Inu no Taisho, the Lord of the Land, decided to kill him, his Master would be well within his rights to not lift a finger. Sesshoumaru would not have reopened the wound on his arm then; a Master getting injured for a slave, and a hanyou stray at that, was unheard of.
Then there was a sharp tug on his leash and he was dragged into the demon Lord’s lap. The demon Lord’s hand grasped him strongly by the back of his neck, holding him in place forcing him to meet the prince’s eyes.
“But what?” Sesshoumaru asked quietly.
Inuyasha squirmed in his hold, trying to avert his eyes from the demon Lord’s smouldering ones. “Ahhh....Master…”
“You have no reason to thank me,” the demon Lord told him. Inuyasha stared into fierce, suddenly dark eyes.
“Your life,” Sesshoumaru whispered, tightening his grip on Inuyasha’s neck, “is mine to take.”
Inuyasha’s eyes widened.
“I protect the things I own…Inuyasha. Do not presume to give thanks for what does not belong to you. I claimed you – your body, your will, your life.”
Inuyasha could feel his heart thundering in his chest. Air…he couldn’t get enough air in his lungs…
“You are not allowed to die…until I kill you myself.”
The hanyou gasped, tears beginning to stream down his cheeks. What was this… this strange feeling in his chest when he heard those words from his Master’s lips? He had been raised as a slave for almost as long as he could remember but had he even dared dream that he would one day belong to such a powerful Master? The demon Lord took possession of him in a way that made him want to surrender everything to his Master, his god. One glance from the prince’s imperious eyes made him want to submit to his every whim and desire. What was this warm, melty feeling that made him feel simultaneously owned and cherished and safe…
For the third time that night, his lips were claimed by the demon Lord’s. Inuyasha parted his lips, accepting his dominance and Sesshoumaru’s tongue entered the puppy’s mouth, exploring it, savouring the heady taste of submission and Inuyasha. The hanyou melted against him, a tiny hand fisting on his chest, unwittingly closing around silky silver hair. Sesshoumaru’s other hand, which was not busy keeping Inuyasha’s mouth in place, roved under his haori and over his skin, tracing every inch of the soft, plaint body.
Soon, Inuyasha was hard, rubbing against him desperately, pleading for reprieve. Sesshoumaru released him and looked into the puppy’s lust clouded eyes.
“Bare yourself,” he ordered quietly.
Inuyasha hurried to obey, quickly removing his garments, fumbling with the knots in his hurry.
The demon Lord’s hungry eyes roamed over his trembling body, naked except for the collar and leash.
“Go get the bowl near your basket.”
Inuyasha frowned, confused at the order, but obeyed anyway. The bowl was a small, doggie dish that had lain next to the puppy basket. Inuyasha had assumed it had just been a something to go with the basket, merely for show.
He picked the shallow black bowl-like thing and climbed back on the bed, kneeling in front of the demon Lord.
Sesshoumaru leaned back on the pillows, propping his head on his elbow comfortably.
“Now,” he said softly, predatory eyes staring at the hanyou. “Touch yourself.”
Inuyasha’s eyes widened, cheeks flushing with colour.
“Master?” he asked tentatively.
Sesshoumaru smiled sadistically at the bashful puppy. “Do it,” he ordered. “And you will cum in that dish. I don’t want a mess on my sheets.”
Inuyasha shuddered at the command, closing his hand around his hard cock.
He pumped hesitantly, gasping at the long awaited touch on the sensitive organ. He began pumping quickly, eyes squeezing shut at the intense pleasure.
Oh god, he could feel his Master’s eyes on him…
His hand sped up, climax building quickly. Just a little more…he was so…close…
-you will cum in that dish. I don’t want a mess on my sheets-
Inuyasha’s eyes snapped open as he remembered the command. He glanced hesitantly at Sesshoumaru. The demon Lord was staring intently at him, darkened golden eyes raping his trembling body.
Reluctantly, he looked down at the dish. Oh god, he would have to aim…
Face burning with humiliation and arousal, Inuyasha reached out a shaking hand and positioned the bowl in front of him. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Sesshoumaru’s cruel, pleased smile.
He began to pump himself fast, the feeling of his own hand around his dick still weird, but in a wonderful way. He tensed, his climax building and then he released with a cry, falling back into the sheets.
A few moments later, he opened his eyes and sat up, looking anxiously to see if he’d managed to do what his Master had ordered.
He had, for the most part, though some of it had missed the mark and spilled on the sheets.
“Forgive me, Master,” he apologized, kneeling before him on weak knees.
“Hmm,” Sesshoumaru contemplated, staring at the dish.
His eyes snapped up to meet Inuyasha’s. “Now drink it.”
Inuyasha swallowed nervously, cock stirring again at his words. “Sesshoumaru-sama…”
But the demon Lord’s eyes said he would tolerate no disobedience and so, Inuyasha hesitantly grasped the plate in his hands and raised it to his lips.
With one last glace at his Master, he tipped it back, allowing the content to flow between his lips. All the while, he could feel the prince watching him, savouring his humiliation and his abject submission. It made him feel warm, low in his belly.
When he’d finished, he placed the bowl on the bed and bowed low to his Master.
His leash was tugged and he tumbled forward, lying flat on his stomach. When he raised his head, he found his face level with the demon Lord’s crotch. He glanced up at his Master. Golden eyes watched him silently. He turned his eyes back to his Master’s exposed cock. Inuyasha lowered his mouth onto it and took the appendage in his mouth.
He could hear a soft approving groan from the demon Lord in response. He opened his mouth wider and took more of the thick, large cock in. The musky, heady scent of his Master’s arousal hit his nostrils and he began to suck, attempting to take him in till the base. Sesshoumaru’s large hand landed on the back of his head, pushing and pulling it to the Lord’s satisfaction.
Inuyasha relaxed his mouth and throat, allowing his Master to use him as he pleased. After his own intense orgasm, he didn’t think he had much energy left. He remained sprawled between the demon Lord’s legs, letting the prince control him as he pleased.
Soon, Sesshoumaru began to push deeper and faster into his throat. Inuyasha gagged as he hit the back of his throat for the first time. The breath left his lungs as one of the demon Lord’s legs landed his back, the heavy weight pinning him in place. The demon prince’s pace increased, eyes closing as he zoned out everything except the wonderful feeling on his cock. The hanyou’s throat was warm and tight, constricting wonderfully around his shaft when he gagged.
Inuyasha felt his own cock grow hard and throbbing at his position and his Master’s merciless use of him. It felt good, to be weighed down under his master this way. He could feel his release building for a second time spurred by the fact that his cock was stimulated by the cool silk sheets, being crushed under his body and under Sesshoumaru’s weight.
Finally, the demon Lord thrust deep into his throat and held himself there, choking the poor hanyou. Inuyasha could not breathe, his face being grinded into the demon’s crotch. He began to feel lightheaded from the lack of oxygen. To his surprise, he came hard for the second time, just as Sesshoumaru released deep inside his throat, then lost consciousness.
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Late in the evening that day, Sesshoumaru got dressed and headed out of his room to where his father had called for him. Inuyasha was still sleeping, exhausted from his efforts to please his Master.
Sesshoumaru entered the room where his father was sitting in an open balcony on a cushioned chair, sipping tea. The entire front of the castle grounds could be seen from this spot; the sun setting below the horizon looked beautiful.
“Sesshoumaru,” he greeted, gesturing for his son to sit opposite him. He sat down, and a servant appeared, pouring tea for the prince. Taisho glanced at him once and the servant bowed and retreated.
“Miroku tells me your wounds are healing faster than last time. Good.”
Sesshoumaru said nothing, taking a sip of his tea.
“Once you have recovered, I have an assignment for you.”
Sesshoumaru raised his eyes to meet Taisho’s to show him he was listening.
“There is a Lord of a small area in the heart of the kingdom, ruled by a toad prince. I have received several complaints regarding his oppressive rule. A messenger, that was sent in warning, was turned away rudely.”
Sesshoumaru raised his eyebrows. “What do you want me to do?”
Taisho made a sweeping gesture with his hand. “These demons are mostly low level ones. It is not difficult to conquer the land by force. However, I want you to go there and convince the Lord of the Land to either rule fairly or to surrender his throne to one of our representatives.”
Sesshoumaru frowned. “Convince?”
Taisho nodded. “Without force.”
Sesshoumaru blinked. “You mean you want him alive?”
Taisho glared. “Of course I want him alive! I know your diplomatic skill is less than adequate so this is a kind of a test. You may spend as many days as you need there but the Lord should be alive and well and amicable relations must be maintained between the two lands. Is that understood?”
Without moving a muscle, Taisho got the distinct impression that Sesshoumaru was making a face at him.
“I have to be the one to do this?” Sesshoumaru asked, sounding exasperated.
Taisho nodded. “I will send him a letter informing him of your arrival.”
“Alright,” he conceded reluctantly.
Taisho grinned, pleased to hear the resignation in his son’s voice. “And I have to warn you, the Lord of the Land is not known for his sweet temper or pleasant manners and he is not too fond of us to begin with. But you will be patient, yes?”
Sesshoumaru gritted his teeth. Father and his twisted sense of humour…but he was taking Inuyasha along with the other servants to make the trip at least somewhat less tedious.
“What, pray tell, is the name of this Lord?” he asked, attempting to keep the irritation from his voice.
Inu no Taisho smirked. “Lord Jaken.”
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A/N: Mwwwwwwwwaahhahhahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaha!!!Enter Jaken! =^.^= Tell me what you think!
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