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The Tale of the Demon Lord	By : Arianawray Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 56279 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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XII: Punishment
Inuyasha felt ill. This was wrong, and completely unnecessary.
"Stop it, Sesshomaru – put a stop to it now!" he demanded. "You shouldn't have stepped in – all you had to do was let me smack him about the head for a bit, and that would have settled it. This isn't right – tell them to stop!"
Earlier, Sesshomaru had taken him by the arm and forced him up the stairs to this open-sided gallery they stood in now, after the demon lord had given his orders to the guards to have Mamoru punished for insulting his king and prince.
The method of punishment sickened Inuyasha. Down below in the open area that the gallery overlooked, Mamoru was stripped bare, bent over, and strapped down to a wooden frame. His legs were spread and lashed by the ankles to the extreme left and right lower ends of the frame. His body was bent face-down over the curved top of the frame, and his hands were bound to the ends of the frame close to the ground on the other side. A coarse wooden phallus, splinters and all, was mounted on a pole jammed into the earth before him and set at just the right height to be shoved into his mouth as a gag. Behind him, a line of guards summoned from the barracks queued up to take their turns to rape him.
One of Sesshomaru's treasurers stood beside the frame, tossing five bronze coins into a bucket for every guard who finished with the servant – the going rate for basic services from whores whose speciality was catering to customers who liked things rough.
"Stop it now!" Inuyasha snarled at Sesshomaru, almost frantic with disgust as the third guard pushed hard into Mamoru and used him thoroughly, apparently having a great deal of fun as the others before him had. They had no mercy on him and did not hold back at all – Mamoru was already bleeding and sore at both ends, making muffled cries of pain with each movement despite his natural demon resilience, for the guards were demons too, with corresponding strength and brutality. The ends of his broken ribs rasped against one another, and the blood kept oozing out from his left side, while the splinters tore his mouth.
Sesshomaru maintained a firm grip on Inuyasha's right arm to prevent him from either jumping downstairs to intervene or running away from the gallery. With what looked to the half-demon like a sadistic smirk on his face, he observed: "He should be grateful that I am sparing his life and all his appendages. This is nothing compared with having his tongue or his head cut off, is it? That vile mouth of his deserves a few splinters in it for having uttered the disgusting word he used on you, and what is happening at his other end should teach him to think twice before he speaks such filth about others of whom he knows nothing. He's even getting paid for it – those coins are his to keep for servicing my security personnel."
"There's no need to go this far!" Inuyasha yelled, trying again to twist his arm free of Sesshomaru's hand.
"Stop that," the demon lord said sternly, in low tones. "I should warn you that if you jump down there and try to free him, it will be a direct and very public challenge to my authority. To ensure that others do not read any weakness on my part into such openly rebellious behaviour from you, I shall be obliged to execute that piece of filth on the spot. So if you want him to stay alive, I would suggest that you refrain from trying to 'help'."
"Why do you have to do this? Why do you keep doing this shit and making threats?" Inuyasha snarled. "What is happening down there is sick!"
"He is my subject, and I have the right to order him punished for insulting my brother, and also for insulting me by suggesting that I, his king, would require the services of a whore," Sesshomaru stated logically.
"Well, he wasn't wrong, was he?" Inuyasha growled.
"What did you say?" Sesshomaru asked angrily, turning to glare at him.
"I said he wasn't wrong!" Inuyasha repeated, raising his voice. "What the hell am I if not your whore? That's exactly what you've been treating me as, you fucking sadistic bastard!"
More coins rattled into the bucket below as Inuyasha fought so hard to pull away from Sesshomaru that the demon lord believed the boy would break his own arm if he did not release him. So he let go, and glared coldly into his blazing gold eyes for a moment before Inuyasha turned and ran down the gallery, back in the direction of his own room.
Fine, thought Sesshomaru. If he doesn't want to watch the insulting cur receive what he had coming to him, that's his problem.
But Inuyasha's last words had lodged in his heart, and once again, the uncomfortable sense of a glassy shard piercing him made itself felt. Suddenly, he didn't want to watch any more. He could not just call off the guards, however. It would look like a lack of resolve.
At this point, Mamoru's father approached the gallery to beg the sentries standing guard there for access to the demon lord, to speak with him for just a few moments.
"What is it?" Sesshomaru snapped at the sentries, when he heard the hushed but irritatingly insistent voices coming from one end of the gallery.
"My lord, Morio from the housekeeping department requests permission to speak with you," one of the sentries explained.
"Let him through."
The dog demon, who had worked for Sesshomaru's family for seven hundred years, trotted forward, weeping, with his head lowered, and when he was a few feet from his lord, he dropped to his knees and bowed, knocking his forehead against the stone floor.
"My lord! I beg you, please!" the old servant wailed loudly. "Please have mercy on my son! He has always been difficult to control, and truly he has deserved all the punishment he has received, but I plead with you to let him off – I fear he will never recover from this if he must endure it much longer – please, my lord! He is my youngest pup!"
Sesshomaru gazed down at the old demon, who had always served his family faithfully and well, and saw that this was his opportunity to end a spectacle it no longer pleased him to watch. He maintained his silence for several seconds more, however, as if he were weighing the matter, while the old servant continued to press his forehead to the stone.
At last, the demon lord signalled to the officer below to put a stop to the punishment.
"As Morio has served my family so faithfully for so long, I shall for his sake cut short his son's punishment," Sesshomaru announced. "However, I do not want to see that creature within my grounds again. Lock him up in the town prison for two weeks. After his release, he is never to return to this castle – give his job to someone else."
Morio bowed again and again and expressed his profuse thanks both to his king and to the now-absent prince for his compassion. He hurried downstairs to get his son far away from the demon lord's displeasure and find a healer who would treat him in the prison that stood in the town two miles from the castle grounds.
Sesshomaru turned away from the gallery and headed directly for Inuyasha's bedroom. He entered without knocking. Inuyasha sprang up from his bed and stood defensively by his desk. Sesshomaru could see that he had been in tears.
"Done with him, so you're coming for me now, are you?" the half-demon shouted. "Is that the sick way you treat anyone who doesn't behave as you expect? Is that what you're going to do to me if I anger you?"
"Don't be stupid, Inuyasha," Sesshomaru replied coldly. "You are no servant. Princes are not treated that way."
"I don't give a fucking shit about who's a servant and who's a prince!" Inuyasha yelled. "People are people, whether they're royalty or slaves, demons or humans, and you have no fucking right to treat them like they were less than worms!"
Inuyasha picked up an inkstone and hurled it at Sesshomaru's head to punctuate his last word. The furious demon lord dodged the missile, which crashed against the wall behind him and clattered to the floor. He took a step towards his brother, eyes blazing and flecked with red. "Inuyasha! Cease this ridiculous behaviour at once!" he thundered. "You have no right to tell me how to handle my subjects and servants, and you are certainly out of line throwing objects at me! You should be grateful that I took action to defend your honour!"
"Grateful?" Inuyasha exploded in greater fury. "Grateful? For 'defending my honour'? You twisted pervert – you're warped enough to threaten my human friends to bring me back to this loathsome pile of stones I never wanted to see again, and disgusting enough to use me like some fucking toy, a whore whose services you pay for with nice clothes and good food, and you speak of 'defending my honour' when you're the one who's been violating me? You have no fucking sense of honour!"
"Inuyasha…" Sesshomaru growled.
"What? You'll fly out now and kill all the villagers simply because I'm being rude to you? Oh, that's really the sign of a great and magnanimous king, isn't it? Or what? You'll strap me to a frame and whip me? Cut off my head? What kind of a fucking evil king are you to hold people hostage and treat them like shit? You make me sick!"
"If you are incapable of governing your emotions enough to speak sensibly and logically to me, then I shall leave you alone until you are," Sesshomaru said icily, although in truth he was both shocked and enraged by Inuyasha's stunning, repetitively expletive-laden outburst.
He concealed his surprise as well as he always did, turning on his heel and striding out of the prince's room, then felt a surge of greater anger when the half-demon slammed the door shut after him. He was about to turn around and march back in to give him a further piece of his mind for that last gesture of rudeness, when he heard Inuyasha shoving heavy pieces of furniture about the room and realised that he was blocking the door with them. Sesshomaru knew he could still tear the door off or break it down easily, but it would hardly be worth the trouble.
So he stormed into his own bedroom and paced up and down for an hour, raging inside his own head at Inuyasha for his insolence, his ingratitude in response to Sesshomaru's efforts to treat him kindly and defend his honour, and his outrageous accusations against his lord and brother. The lad deserved to be held down over his lap and spanked till his royal backside was too sore to sit down on for days!
The thought of Inuyasha's backside aroused Sesshomaru and made him instantly, inconveniently, hard. He had voluntarily spent last night without his delicious half-demon and had missed him badly – but the way things were going now, it looked as if he would not be enjoying his company for the second night in a row. At least not without using force on him, and that would not do, for after hearing those bitter accusations from Inuyasha, Sesshomaru hardly wished to bear them out.
~ - ~
"Your Highness, please let me in!" Natsumi pleaded, knocking at the door, which she found jammed tightly shut and impossible to shift even half an inch.
"Go away!" Inuyasha yelled.
"Your Highness, please!" she begged. "It's almost time for dinner!"
But Inuyasha did not reply again, and refused to come to the door although she knocked and called out for a good half-hour. The guards shook their heads and shrugged their shoulders as if to say that it was useless, the prince had been like that all day, and without Lord Sesshomaru's permission, they could not break the door down.
So Natsumi went away, and was obliged to report back to Lord Sesshomaru in his office that his brother would not admit her to his room.
"Then leave him be," was Sesshomaru's answer, before he dismissed Natsumi with instructions to let Inuyasha alone and try again the next morning. In the meantime, said the demon lord, she and Jaken and the other servants were forbidden to try and slip him any food from the kitchens, and she was to tell the bath-furnace operators that there would be no need to heat his bath water. "If he wants his dinner, he will have to go to the dining room as he knows he must. And if he wants a hot bath, he will have to come out like a civilised prince and say so to me. But if he chooses to behave like an unreasonable child, I shall treat him like one until he decides to act more sensibly."
After unhappily relaying the lord's orders to the furnace operators, Natsumi walked out into the field before the royal wing, and looked up at Inuyasha's bedroom windows. The prince had closed his shutters tightly, and had probably moved the wardrobe and tall cabinet behind them too. He must have, if he had decided to make it as hard as possible for anyone to enter – after all, Sesshomaru and a good number of the demon guards could fly, so Inuyasha would have known that access through the window would be as easy for his brother and anyone he sent as through the door.
"Has His Highness opened his windows at all since he shut them?" she asked the sentries posted along the outside of the wing.
"No, Natsumi," one of them replied. "We'll tell you if he does."
She sighed and returned to her own room, for there was nothing else for her to do if the prince refused to be served.
Later, she heard from her lover who worked in the kitchen that Inuyasha had not appeared for dinner at all, and that Lord Sesshomaru had sat at the table alone, hardly touching any food, but drinking several glasses of wine in what was plainly a foul mood.
"Shall I try and slip you some food for him?" Kazuki whispered to his beloved when they found a quiet corner to talk in. "I feel grateful to him for not mistreating you or using you as so many other princes would – and Mamoru's sister has also asked if she can do anything for him – she knows His Highness stood up to Lord Sesshomaru for her brother's sake, even though he and her other brothers bullied the prince when they were children."
"It's useless," Natsumi whispered back. "He won't open the door for me, and his windows are shut tight. I couldn't even throw food in to him if I tried. But I think he has some biscuits that Jaken-sensei ordered for a snack during their lessons yesterday – I found a few wrapped in a handkerchief in one of his desk drawers when I was tidying the place this morning. So I don't think he'll go completely hungry."
"That's good to know. Look, I've got to go back to the kitchen now – I'm on cleaning-up duty tonight. I'll see you later."
They gave each other a quick kiss and parted. Natsumi was not as concerned about the matter of food as she was that the prince's bathwater would be freezing cold and just about unusable if he should require some warmth.
~ - ~
In a vile temper, Sesshomaru returned to his chamber after drinking his wine alone at the dinner table, and considered his options before concluding that he had no options that would not make things even worse.
He had no wish to expose the existence of the secret passage by storming through it into Inuyasha's room, but neither did he want to send his brother into another of his astonishingly wild rages by breaking down either the door or the window.
Yet, he ached so badly to feel the half-demon's skin against his, the temptingly embraceable sleekness of his body beneath his, those rosy lips under his mouth – or better yet, wrapped around that certain part of him which was calling for attention right now.
Then again, Inuyasha had accused him of using him like a whore – the foolish boy – did he not know the difference between being treated like a lover and being treated like a paid prostitute or a lowly pleasure slave? Firstly, Sesshomaru had no need of paid whores – a king did not purchase his sexual pleasures that way. As for slaves, such individuals were purely there to be fucked and used and then told to leave – and Sesshomaru had not needed any slaves around for years, especially since his bath and chamber servants were all so comely and so eager to serve him in the most intimate ways.
He had never caressed anyone as he had Inuyasha, never held them as he slept, never permitted them to remain overnight with him, never pleasured them while leaving himself unsatisfied, and certainly never whispered passionate nothings to them as they lay in his arms.
However, the silly boy was hardly in a state of mind to think sensibly at this moment, and if Sesshomaru demanded his presence in his bedroom, he would only accuse him again of using him like a sex object. At this thought, Sesshomaru paused, for his conscience was pricking him to admit that he had indeed regarded Inuyasha as a toy on their first night together. But that had changed very quickly, and he had done his utmost – within reason – to show Inuyasha that he was not merely a plaything.
There would be no convincing the child of that tonight, unfortunately. Even if he had brought his temper under control by now, and would yield to some foreplay and lovemaking, he would be thinking those unacceptable thoughts as he went through the motions, and Sesshomaru had no wish whatsoever to see that accusing message glaring out at him through those enormous, hurting, golden eyes.
He thought about summoning his bath and chamber servants so that he could at least get some physical relief through them – he had not used them at all since Inuyasha's arrival. He was on the point of calling out to one of the guards to summon the servant on duty at the end of the corridor, who would convey his orders to the relevant individuals, when a tiny stirring in his heart stopped him. It seemed to say to him: If you use your pleasure servants whenever the one you claim to be your lover is unavailable, does that not show that you put your lover on the same level as the ones you merely use for pleasure?
Sesshomaru did not know where such an absurd idea had come from – he had used whomever he pleased, privately drawing his own fine distinctions between his treatment of pleasure slaves from his past, his present servants, the guests he had sex with for their mutual amusement, and other important individuals he bedded for political reasons. At no time had he thought that using any one of them in the absence of the others was in any way at all putting them on the same level.
The tiny voice was quiet now after having had its say, but its echoes continued to needle him the way that uncomfortable feeling had left him uneasy from the moment he had seen his brother cry.
He could hardly believe that he was choosing to obey the voice, but obey it he did as he dipped into his bath for a quick wash, then with a grunt of irritation, planted himself face-down onto his bed for another frustrating night all alone. There was no point in punishing himself by lying on his back to stare sleeplessly at the painting over his bed – it would only mock him.
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