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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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III: Despair
Lord Sesshomaru's bedroom was an almost completely white space, except for its teak-wood floor. The walls and ceiling were white, but one part of the ceiling – the portion directly above the bed, was adorned with hand-painted swirls and curves in many kinds of blue, the deepest of which were the very shade of the crescent moon on the demon lord's brow. His parents had commissioned a great artist to paint that design above his bed when he had still been a very small child, so that he could have something to look at on those nights when he was supposed to rest but could not sleep.
Now, Inuyasha lay on Sesshomaru's great bed with his arms by his sides, staring up at the fascinating blue shapes. He did his very best to lose himself in the pattern-without-a-pattern and forget what was happening to him, for he felt painfully exposed to the one who sat beside him and gazed down at his unclothed body after having ordered him to lie flat on his back, not giving him permission to cover himself in any way.
He did not wish to show the fear he felt, but he grew more nervous the longer Sesshomaru sat looking at him without making a move. He felt his palms grow damp against the fine cloth of the bed linen as an involuntary shiver rippled over his skin.
"Are you cold?" the demon lord asked evenly.
"No, my lord," he answered, keeping his eyes on the intriguing blue design above him. He decided right then that even if he could not control the traitorous responses of his body, he would get through this, for he told himself that this was not him, this was not Inuyasha lying here, and that he would give up everything Sesshomaru demanded from behind a mask that would shield his soul until he could find a way to leave.
"Is that how I instructed you to address me?"
"No, Sesshomaru."
Sesshomaru traced a claw, carefully and slowly so as not to break the skin, around each of the half-demon's nipples in turn, making him shiver again and increasing the arousal that Inuyasha did not wish to display to this half-brother of his, but which he could not force down.
The younger of the two inhaled sharply as he felt the demon lord drawing his clawed finger gently down his torso until he reached the hardening erection that was growing heavy between his legs. Sesshomaru encircled the stiffening member with his fingers and began to stroke it firmly but not roughly, never taking his eyes off Inuyasha's face until the boy gasped from the sensations he did not wish to take pleasure in, but could not help giving in to.
Pleased by the reaction he had elicited from his brother, the demon lord lowered his head to Inuyasha's groin and ran his tongue along the length of his erection and back down again to lubricate it and further stimulate him, nipping too at the glossy hair in which its base was nestled. Continuing to stroke him with his hand, he then laid kisses all the way up Inuyasha's body to his neck, and the touch of those lips to his warm skin made the half-demon gasp again and arch his back, a response that made his cheeks burn and left him feeling so ashamed that he turned his head away from the demon lord to hide his face.
But Sesshomaru at once seized a fistful of hair between Inuyasha's furry ears and twisted his head back towards him, so that he could look full into his face.
"You are to keep your face towards me, do you understand?" the demon lord growled, steadily stroking his brother's shaft with an expertly varied rhythm, using the skill of one well-practised in amusing himself by his superb ability to control others.
Inuyasha tried to nod, for he did not want his trembling voice to betray him further, but Sesshomaru tightened the fist in his hair and commanded: "Answer me."
"Yes, Sesshomaru," Inuyasha breathed unsteadily, on the point of crying out as the pleasure felt by his body grew, quelling the revulsion in his mind which tried to tell him that nothing so disgusting had ever happened to him before.
"Say that again," the demon lord ordered, stroking him harder and faster.
"Yes, Sesshomaru!" Inuyasha cried out, and as he did, he lost his control over all he had fought to hold back. He moaned helplessly, discarding his shame to thrust hard into his brother's hand, until he came with an anguished cry, arching into Sesshomaru's grip, straining to throw his head back against the bedclothes, except that the fist in his hair held his head so that the demon lord could observe in full the expression of near-pain flash over his beautiful face, watch his lips part, feel his breath against his own skin as he keened, and see his eyes begin to close as his climax peaked.
"Look at me!" Sesshomaru growled with a sharp tug at Inuyasha's hair, commanding his brother to open his eyes and look directly into Sesshomaru's own until his body had spent the very last wave of its overpowering orgasm, and his seed coated his chest and abdomen.
When he was satisfied with all he had drunk in of the sight and sound and responsiveness of the body he had played like an instrument, he at last released Inuyasha's hair as a signal that he would now be permitted to shut his eyes and turn his head away, and as the half-demon did so, a tiny whisper of "Sesshomaru" escaped his lips again.
It might have been no more than a half-unconscious echo of how he had been commanded to speak the name earlier, but nonetheless, the sound of it pleased Sesshomaru considerably, so that he lay beside his brother for a good few minutes, stroking his disordered hair back into place, leaning over his face to kiss his blood-flushed lips, and dipping a finger into his spilt seed to taste it.
"You've been ever so perfect," Sesshomaru murmured as he nuzzled the boy's hair and neck. He knew from the sound of his breathing that Inuyasha had not yet fallen asleep, but his eyes remained closed, and he imagined that he must be tired out and overwhelmed by these unfamiliar exertions.
So he smiled to himself and lifted him into his arms, smearing the cum on his torso over his own skin as he held him close, making Inuyasha's eyes flutter open again with a look of surprise. Sesshomaru, taller and stronger than the half-demon, easily held Inuyasha against his body and carried him through his bedroom into the adjoining bathroom, in which the water in the large, sunken stone bath had been kept hot by the servants according to his orders.
This they did through a system of metal pipes that channelled heated air from a furnace one floor below, to the heat-retaining stones forming the floor of the bath. All the baths in this wing, a part of the castle exclusively for the bedrooms of the royal family, could be prepared and maintained in that fashion, either by separate fires, or all together through the main furnace. That way, it was not necessary for servants to move constantly in and out of the royal wing to cart hot water in and drain cold water away. The baths could be emptied of their used contents and refilled with clean water at the times of the day most convenient for the occupants of the chambers, when they had left their rooms and the guards could watch the servants carefully.
It had worked that way since Sesshomaru's father had been the ruler, and it suited the present demon lord for reasons of security, and also for reasons of privacy – when he chose to be private – as he did now when he entered the bathroom holding his half-brother like a child and walking into the bath with him clasped in his embrace.
Inuyasha struggled a little as he was lowered into the water, but Sesshomaru understood that his resistance in this instance stemmed from respect and not rebelliousness. As the lord of this castle and these lands, he should have entered the bath first, and the half-demon should have waited until he was given permission to step in, but he was more than satisfied by all that he had drawn from his brother on their first night together, so he carried him into the bath as a mark of his favour.
"You looked so beautiful when you came for me," Sesshomaru whispered into Inuyasha's hair, near his left ear, as his hands sought the startled half-demon's body and gently cleaned his skin and the ends of his hair while they sat in the bath.
The boy, not knowing what to do other than to try and mask his face again with the passionless politeness that would protect his soul, simply lowered his eyes and spoke quietly, saying: "In the absence of the servants, I should wait on you as you bathe, my lord Sesshomaru – it is not right that you should attend to me in this manner."
The demon lord allowed the compromise of using his title with his name to slide, for now.
"No, this pleases me," he said, washing away from his brother's body not only the physical evidence of what they had done in his bed, but also the scent of the village from which he had come, until he was completely clean and smelt as if he truly belonged to him, not to the mortals he had lived among.
His scent was now so delightfully full of puppyish innocence that Sesshomaru had half a mind to continue making love to him in the bath. The boy had been ashamed of how his body had responded in his bed, but now that he had gone through it, he would surely be bolder and less restrained? Perhaps he would enjoy himself a little? But when his hands wandered to Inuyasha's buttocks and his fingers crept to the small, tight orifice hidden deep in the crevice between them, his half-brother shrank away from his prying hands and parted his lips as if to speak in protest, and Sesshomaru saw clearly then the drawn look on the boy's face, and the shadows under his eyes. It suddenly seemed to him as if Inuyasha had been putting on a brave face all this while, but could no longer conceal his exhaustion.
He was so young, and so unused to these pastimes, thought the demon lord. Besides, he had had a long day before coming home. So even though Sesshomaru had the right to punish him for resisting his lord in any way at all, he knew he must not force things further if he was to keep from completely wearing out this amusing new toy of his. He therefore ceased all further explorations of his delectable body and allowed him out of the bath after exacting from him no more than a deep kiss on the mouth.
He wrapped him in warm robes and sat him down beside the bath to comb and dry his hair. He would then have led him back to his bed if Inuyasha had not bowed his head and requested: "If you have no further need of me for tonight, may I please return to my room, Sesshomaru?"
The demon lord had not expected such a request, for he had had many lovers over the years, all of whom were of no importance to him and whom he had never permitted to remain in his bed after he had used them as he pleased. Every one of them had hoped to linger and win greater favour with their lord, but had been sent away the moment he was done with them. Wanting Inuyasha to stay here with him was an offer the half-demon should have felt honoured by, for the demon lord thought that he must wish to sleep in his brother's bed after having performed so perfectly for him there. But he concluded that the boy must feel drained, and that he might be uncomfortable about spending the entire night in such an imposing room after living in a humble village for fifty years.
"You may," he therefore said in reply to his request. In their bare feet, he and Inuyasha walked the length of the teak-floored bedroom to the door, and he even accompanied him out of the room, past the guards, down the corridor and to the door of the prince's chambers, outside which he had posted another pair of his most trusted guards to protect his new possession. It was an unusual thing for the lord of these lands to do, for he could have had a servant escort Inuyasha to his room, or left him to walk down the corridor alone – but after having searched so long for him, and having acknowledged the desires within himself that he had suppressed for two centuries, it was his wish to keep him within sight until he was inside his own bedroom.
At the door, he kissed him again on the cheek and on the brow, before letting him enter his chamber and close the door behind him.
Sesshomaru returned to his room, summoned a servant and had her pick up Inuyasha's clothing, including his fire rat robe, and take it all away to be washed. He wanted no further scent of that village around his castle, now that he had discovered he was pleased enough with the boy to want to keep him for a very long time.
His bed felt emptier than it had in an age as he climbed into it. Somehow, Inuyasha had made it seem a warmer, more inviting place to rest in simply by having lain in it for a short time on this his first night back home, and already Sesshomaru wished he had not given him leave to go to his room. He lay down under the covers and tried to give his body and mind the repose they ought to have after several nights without rest, but sleep would not come, no matter how he studied the blue curves and swirls above the bed.
It would look foolish to the guards, and quite contrary, if he were to call for Inuyasha again, so Sesshomaru did something he had not done in more than one hundred and ninety years. He threw off the covers, rose in the dark of night, and strode to a secret door set in one wall of his room, near the entrance to the bathroom. The door, which only he knew how to open, led to a short, hidden passageway that ran beside the bathroom and ended at another secret door which again could be opened only by himself. He had no difficulty making his way anywhere in the night, without a taper or lamp, for demons can see in the deepest darkness, and this particular demon could see very well indeed.
One hundred and ninety to two hundred years ago, for motives unknown to his younger self then, he had sometimes stolen down that private passageway in the dead of night and opened that other door so that he could look quietly but with burning eyes at the sleeping form of his little brother as he lay in his simple bed.
As he had done in those days, he soundlessly opened the secret door on this night and looked into the room – a room that had been made much bigger now, and which was furnished with a beautifully carved bed that was truly fit for a prince. He could not approach Inuyasha from here, for that would mean revealing the existence of the secret passage. But he could at least look upon the boy again, and see if he might be open to a knock on his room door announcing his brother's intention to enter and spend the rest of the night with him. Perhaps the boy would be irritable and uncooperative if he were awakened from a slumber his body needed following a day like this one, but perhaps he would also be pleased to serve his lord again now that he had to have overcome some of his earlier bashfulness?
It never crossed Sesshomaru's mind that seeing the demon lord again on this night might be the last thing that Inuyasha would want. But that unwelcome fact hit him brutally as he stood in that secret doorway when the sharp, hot scent of tears rose through the air and drifted to his sensitive dog-demon nose, and he realised that Inuyasha was crying quietly in despair as he lay in his bed, hiding his face in his pillow to stifle an endless flow of heartrending sobs.
He felt the boy's misery knifing his heart like a shard of pure crystal, and he stood there concealed by the drapery of the walls until, after what seemed like hours, Inuyasha fell asleep at last, and he withdrew silently to his cold, lonely room.
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