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Fit For Dogs	By : Arianawray Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 25002 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Going Walkies
The young man with the long silver hair strode into fanciest department store in town, headed for the men's section, and zoomed in on the belts at once. He swiftly narrowed his choices down to several belts, all of the finest quality, crafted from rich brown leather and buckled with polished brass, some finely plaited and others elaborately tooled.
His selection puzzled the salesperson who was attempting to help him, because every one of the belts he picked out was of a length designed for girths that were... generous, to put it kindly.
The customer was hardly fat. In fact, he wasn't even plump. He was as fit and trim a specimen as anyone had ever seen, yet the belts he wanted were cut for waists of such impressive measurements that each of them would have comfortably gone at least three times around that perfectly toned midriff of his. What did such a physically perfect specimen want with such large belts?
"You appear to be looking for a gift for someone, sir. Can I help you in any way?" the salesperson asked, his practised eye quickly taking in the customer's bearing and attire. The young man wore his clothes with casual ease, although his garments were very well cut, and his walking shoes looked hand-made. Only someone who was rich enough not to care about the cost of what he was wearing would carry himself with such complete absence of self-consciousness while scrabbling inelegantly through designer belts that had been beautifully arranged to begin with, but which he had somehow managed to tangle up into a massive knot.
"Uhm, yeah," the customer replied distractedly, trying to undo the Gordian knot without having to cut through it. "These the biggest and widest you have?"
The salesperson took the unwieldy clump of pricey leather from him and struggled through the confusion of tags and labels before being able to answer: "Yes, sir. These are the longest and widest belts we have."
"Are they strong enough to withstand a lot of strain?" the customer asked.
"They are of the very best quality, and are designed to handle just about anything," the salesperson replied smoothly, although he was privately wondering just how big the belt's intended wearer had to be if his belly was going to further strain such massively long accessories.
"Then I guess they'll have to do," the young man decided. "I'll take two of them – erm, no – three."
"Are they all for the same person?" asked the salesperson with unconcealed curiosity, though he quickly managed to disguise it by following up with another question. "I mean, would you like to have them gift-wrapped separately or together?"
"Gift-wrapping won't be necessary."
"But they are a gift for someone, I take it?"
"Well, they're for someone all right, but I'm not sure I would call them a gift. So forget the wrapping."
"Very well, sir."
He had to swallow his mouthful of questions and be happy with the fact that he had made a reasonably big but easy sale, all paid for in cash too.
However, his curiosity was fired all over again when the customer asked: "You guys have a sports department here with a nautical section?"
"Yes, sir – our sports department has a wide range of sailing accessories and equipment – we can even order water craft for you. Let me show you the store map… it's on the fifth floor, in the furthest corner – shall I walk you there?"
"Nah – the map's just fine. I'll find it. Thanks."
He disappeared, and the salesperson made a mental note to ask one of his acquaintances from the sports department what the silver-haired customer's purchase was.
Later in the day, when he ran into the woman he knew from the sports section, he learnt that a young man with long, silver hair had indeed stopped by the fifth floor, and had paid in cash for a Tuffline winch rope with a safety hook affixed to one end.
"Did he say what he wanted it for?" the salesman inquired, quickly developing images in his head of the young man belting up and then towing a very obese friend out to sea.
"No, and I didn't ask. Wish I had, though. He was really cute," the woman said wistfully.
"Yeah, he was," came the equally wistful reply.
***
When he got home, Inuyasha showed the items to Sesshomaru, who pronounced himself satisfied with their quality and strength.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Inuyasha asked his brother doubtfully.
"Of course," Sesshomaru stated. "I want to find out, don't you?"
"Yeah, I suppose."
That afternoon, they hopped into a rented four-wheel drive – because Sesshomaru's Jaguar wouldn't do for this trip – and sped out of the city into the biggest and most remote forested area that could reasonably be reached after a few hours on and off the road.
By the time they got to a suitable spot, night had fallen. But with their demon eyes, they had no difficulty making their way on foot (with the occasional great leap and short flight) into an even deeper part of the wilderness. This was not camping or rock-climbing territory, so there were no humans around. Nonetheless, they knew of the dangers of night-vision technology, super-powered zoom lenses and powerful satellites circling the earth, so they made sure they had good tree cover and sniffed the air thoroughly to ascertain that no human being was in this part of the forest at all.
Then Sesshomaru transformed into his full dog shape, something he rarely did in this day and age. His gigantic canine frame filled the area they were in, but the trees around them were very tall, so his furry white head did not poke through the canopy.
"You should be able to lie down here," Inuyasha said, pointing out a decently sized patch of clear ground.
In his dog form, Sesshomaru could not speak human languages, but he could understand perfectly well, and could growl out well enough in his Inu tongue. Is this all right for you? he asked his little brother, who was now scampering about like a kitten running around a shaggy Tibetan Mastiff.
"Yeah, should be no problem," Inuyasha called back, removing from his backpack the three coiled-up belts, which he had linked into one. With a graceful leap, he jumped lightly onto Sesshomaru's back, and carefully laid the length of belt over his dog-brother's neck so that the two ends reached the ground on either side. Then he jumped down, and Sesshomaru slowly raised his great head a little, allowing Inuyasha to run under his throat and secure the two belt ends around his neck.
It was a perfect collar for a larger-than-life dog.
That done, Inuyasha took out the winch rope and slipped the safety hook over the belt leather. He had knotted the other end of the winch rope into a loop, which he now put his hand through.
It was a perfect leash for a larger-than-life dog.
"Okay, we're ready," Inuyasha said to his dog-demon sibling.
Sesshomaru raised his massive shape nimbly off the ground, and began to walk. They walked around and around the forest under the cover of the trees and darkness, and walked some more.
"Well?" Inuyasha asked after some time.
I don't get it, Sesshomaru stated.
"Maybe we're not doing this right. Try breaking into a trot."
So they increased the pace and tried a faster jog-walk round the forest.
"Anything?" Inuyasha enquired.
I remain unimpressed, came Sesshomaru's reply.
"So it's not that big a deal?" Inuyasha asked.
Not in my opinion.
"Dogs all over the world go nuts over being walked. There's gotta be something in it!"
I repeat: not in my opinion, his dog brother told him. Maybe I should drag you around a bit, the way I see feistier animal-dogs tugging their weak human guardians and making them stagger all over the place.
"Drag?" Inuyasha gasped. "Uh, I'm not sure that's a – aaaAAAAAAARRRRRRRGH! No – OUCH – oof! You're swinging me into the TREES – watch that trunk! WHOA! SESSHOMARU! BAD DOG!"
With a splat, Inuyasha landed in the soft dirt at Sesshomaru's front paws, having been swung around in a rather ragged circle at the end of the leash-winch, the circuit broken by serial impact with a good number of tree trunks.
"Bloody dog," Inuyasha muttered, spitting soil out of his mouth. He still clutched the loop of the leash in his right hand.
Sesshomaru was standing over him, laughing softly at him in his doggy way, tongue hanging out, enormous head shaking in long, slow nods. He even drooled onto the top of Inuyasha's head.
Now that, little brother, was fun, came Seshsomaru's amused statement.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll bet you enjoyed that," he grumbled, wiping the drool off his hair.
Sesshomaru transformed back into his two-legged form, a swift process that always left Inuyasha feeling envious, because his brother was so good at these magical transformations that every thread of his clothing was perfectly intact when he changed back.
"I still don't understand where your stuff goes when you're a dog, and how it comes back, all properly in place when you change into your two-legged shape," Inuyasha grumbled. "I've seen other demons who aren't as good at it reappear in their human form totally naked! Even your backpack is still on!"
"Superiority is unfair, isn't it?" Sesshomaru asked smugly. The three belts were now in his hand, and he gave them to Inuyasha to roll up and put away.
Inuyasha stuffed the belts and winch rope into his own backpack, glancing at Sesshomaru's bag and commenting: "What have you got in there, anyway? As you're so superior you ought to be lugging these things around instead of me."
"My pack contains what should make this the best part of the night for me," Sesshomaru said, shrugging it off his shoulders. He opened it and extracted its contents.
"Ohhhhhh no you don't…" Inuyasha said, backing away, when he saw what Sesshomaru was now holding in his hands.
A real doggy collar and a real leash from the pet store, complete with paw-print patterns.
"Oh yes I do," Sesshomaru answered, taking a step forward.
"No you DON'T!" Inuyasha repeated, turning and fleeing.
"Oh Inuyasha… you should know better than to run from a dog…"
With that, Sesshomaru leaped after his brother.
"Get away from me, you sick puppy! Bad dog! Back off!"
But the dog demon pounced on his brother and pinned him face-down to the ground.
"Ow! Stop that! Get off!"
"It will be fun," he cajoled, buckling the collar in place around Inuyasha's neck, and snapping the leash on.
"Yeah, for you!"
"Come on, Yasha – you've just led me round in circles at the end of a very long leash. My turn. It's only fair."
"You're such a pervert."
"Up on your hands and knees now. Round the forest."
Inuyasha scowled, then considered the alternatives and made a quick bargain: "Once round the forest only, then we're done."
"Very well, just once."
Grumbling under his breath, but knowing that it would take less out of both of them if he complied, Inuyasha reluctantly shifted onto his hands and knees and started walking on all fours along the forest floor.
"Heel, boy," Sesshomaru teased.
"I'll bite your heel off, that's what I'll do."
"Come on, isn't it at least a little bit fun? Maybe I really shouldn't make you heel – when you're in front of me, your butt looks cute waggling like that."
"Oh shut up, sicko."
"It appears that the doggy needs to have his mouth washed out with soap."
"Pervy bastard."
"Where's that muzzle I put into the backpack?"
Inuyasha kept his mouth shut for the rest of the walk.
***
The next day, the salesman who had served Inuyasha happened to be taking some paperwork up to the sports department on the fifth floor, and was spending a few minutes talking to his friend there, when they spotted the silver-haired young man striding through the store, looking every bit as delectable as he had the day before.
Delighted to see him – especially since he had obviously not brought the belts or rope winch back for a refund – the two employees approached him at once.
"Welcome back, sir! I hope the belts were to the satisfaction of the friend you gave them to?" the first chirped.
"And I hope the Tuffline winch worked perfectly for whatever you needed it for," said the second.
"Oh, it's you two. Yeah, the winch was unbreakable. Unfortunately. And he loved the belts all right. A bit too much, even. Did you know they bloody hurt when they're used as whips across one's naked butt? Ah… never mind. I'm back for something else. Do you guys sell those kneepad thingies that rollerbladers wear?"
"Of course!" the salesgirl assured him, leading him over to the display shelves of inline-skating accessories while her colleague stumbled along, trying to recover from being left weak-kneed by the mental picture of the platinum-tressed lad's taut, bare bottom lashed by the very belts he had sold him yesterday.
"And cycling gloves," the customer was saying. "I also need a very well-padded pair of cycling gloves."
"Right this way, sir," said the girl, walking to the next section and helping him pick out an expensive but very well-made pair of cycling gloves, packed with gel and foam, that would have seen even a professional road rider tackling Paris Roubaix comfortably over hundreds of miles of wrist-spraining, nerve-rattling cobblestone torture.
"Terrific," the customer grinned in a paradoxically grim fashion as he paid up, muttering almost as much to himself as to his pair of rapt listeners. "These should take some of the discomfort out of it. The bastard's developed a freaking taste for it overnight, and it's hell on my hands and knees. So much for 'just once round the forest'. And I still have no idea what those bloody mutts find so great about it!"
"Sir...?" the girl began uncertainly, unable to understand any part at all of his rant. "Is there anything else you would like for today?"
"No, I don't think so. Not unless your pharmaceutical section sells any sedatives that would knock out a creature the size of a family of woolly mammoths for several hours so he doesn't insist on going walkies?"
"Erm... I... don't think we would have anything of that description in our pharmacy."
"Didn't think so. Thanks anyway. I'll be back for more of these if they work well, cos I'm telling you they are gonna get worn out."
With that snarling declaration, he bagged his purchases and left.
"What was that about?" the girl asked her co-worker.
"I can only speculate wildly, but the way he mentioned walkies and a large creature, it sounded like he was having dog-walking trouble," the man replied, still feeling soft in the knees.
"Oh, I'd love to go walkies with him, even if he is a bit strange," the girl sighed.
Sighing even more deeply, her colleague said: "I'd love to be his dog. But I guess the position's filled."
"Wouldn't you give your left arm to be his pooch, you closet masochist?"
"Yeah. Lucky dog."
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