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Save Me	By : Angels9191 Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8166 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Foxy
- 2-Powerless
- 3-Submerged
- 4-Savior
- 5-Dedication
- 6-Tests
- 7-Behind the Mask
- 8-Arrival
- 9-Mine
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Chapter 3 – Submerged

Sesshomaru eventually pulled out and stared down at his hanyou for a moment, taking him in. He stared at the sharp angles of his shoulder blades, the sloping lines of his torso, the curve of his neck and shoulders; he was quite a beautiful little thing.

Very little, in fact. Sesshomaru was surprised he hadn’t broken his new toy in half. But for the boy’s small frame he was extremely resilient. That much was for sure.

Sesshomaru took the half-fox into his arms, lifting him up effortlessly and watched as the sleeping hanyou molded himself to the demon lord. He couldn’t stop a small smile as he carried him back to the tree and lay down against it. Kitaru mumbled something incoherent and snuggled a little closer to the warmth of Sesshomaru’s body.

The youkai held him securely, letting one hand trail over his pet’s sleeping form. He traced the lines of muscles in his chest and arms, ran his fingers through his bright red hair, then through the fur of his tail. It surprised him slightly when he discovered how much softer the fur on his tail was compared to his hair. He amused himself by running his hand down the hanyou’s spine and following it all the way down to the tip the foxtail.

He sighed and let his head tip back against the tree, closing his eyes and still running his hand across Kitaru’s form, pausing occasionally to outline the many scars scattered across his body, some old, some barely healed. He was confident now that his new pet was being trained well, and that he had achieved obedience from the boy for now. Even though Kitaru would barely be able to walk in the morning, he knew that the boy was happy. He had seen that in his eyes and in the way he had completely submitted to being fucked.

Sesshomaru had been paying close attention to the boy’s energy during the fucking, and had been surprised when Kitaru had tried to fight off his naturally submissive urges to try and maintain some semblance of dominance and defiance. The youkai didn’t mind some measure of defiance in his pets, it kept things interesting, but they had to give into their submissive nature.

Of course the boy had been no match for the lord’s unbreakable dominance, but Sesshomaru wondered where the dominance the fox fought so hard for had come from. Why he didn’t just give into his desires.

His pet suddenly shivered and whimpered as a cold breeze worked its way through the forest, causing goose bumps to rise along his bare skin. Sesshomaru pulled up a fold of his kimono and draped it over the hanyou’s pale shoulders, to which he responded with a smile and a content sigh.

Sesshomaru glanced down at him, staring at the innocent expression on his face. He had known his little toy was young, but hadn’t realized just how young until now when he was fast asleep, all defiance and pain gone from his expression.

Yes, he was a very pretty little thing.

Kitaru woke up alone the next morning. He immediately panicked and shot up to try to see his master, but almost simultaneously collapsed back onto the ground.

Everything hurt. He still ached slightly from the whipping he had been given days ago, and that was now doubled by the pain from last night. He groaned and closed his eyes as his stomach reeled and his head pounded with a sharp headache.

After a few deep breaths he slowly got up and was just barely able to stay on his feet. He sniffed the air and soon caught the youkai’s powerful scent, the musky smell leading him through the thick woods. It entranced him, and he wanted to be with that scent again. He eventually hobbled his way to a natural spring with a small waterfall at one corner. The sight that met his eyes there made every other thought melt away.

Sesshomaru was in the water already, completely naked, washing his silver locks under the waterfall. Kitaru’s mouth dropped open as he stared shamelessly at the clear water running over the iron like muscles, subtle, but with unmistakable strength. His dripping silver hair flowed over his face and shoulders, sticking to his wet body and fanning out in the water around him. The water barely came up to the youkai’s hips, showing off the curves of his sex lines and the sinew of muscles just barely concealed under his white skin.

Amused golden eyes met his amazed green ones, and the deep luxurious voice coaxed him in, “Come here little one. Clean yourself off.”

Kitaru waded into the water, the surface coming past his hips and just under his armpits at its deepest point. He made his way to the youkai lord, becoming shyer as he approached. It was an odd emotion, one he hadn’t had much experience with. But he could no longer control himself when in his master’s presence and so let himself be shy for a change.

Sesshomaru looked satisfied and turned to continue washing his flowing hair. Kitaru tried to peal his eyes away and scrub the scum and dirt off of his own body. The cool water felt incredibly good against his sore and bruised body. He took a deep breath then submerged completely under the water.

The world was suddenly muffled as he sank lower into the crystal clear water. He watched as his orange-red hair floated up and seemed to play around his face. He had never really liked his small body, had never been happy with his slight frame and delicate features. He looked now at his small hands with thin claw-like nails and balled them into fists. It was why he always overcompensated, always tried to be stronger, faster, and tougher. But it was never enough.

The muffled sound of splashing water caught his attention and he turned to see Lord Sesshomaru was under the water with him now. His heart nearly stopped at the surreal sight.

The great youkai’s silver hair floated around him like silvery arms, twirling around his face and hugging his shoulders and torso. His muscles flexed as he swam lazily toward Kitaru, the sun dancing on his back and the sliver locks sending bursts of light through the water. Kitaru also noticed that the bulk of white fur the lord carried on his shoulder was still there and was actually a part of him somehow.

He took Kitaru in his arms and pulled him close, then kissed him under the water. Even though the water was cool, the hanyou felt like he was melting into the strong arms. He felt himself sinking lower and the water become cold, but he didn’t care. He tried hard not to touch his master but it was so hard not to. The water was able to caress the lord’s body, why not him?

He timidly reached for the iron hard torso, wondering if the skin was as soft as he imagined, but before he could Sesshomaru grasped his wrists in one hand and pulled them down toward the floor of the spring. Their lips parted and Kitaru’s head buzzed in pleasure, making him oblivious to what the youkai was doing to him. When he came back he realized his wrists were tethered by some kind of plant. He tugged at it and realized that the plant was like a rope, inescapable.

He panicked a little and looked back at his master, his lungs running out of air. He could hold his breath pretty long, but because of the human blood in his veins he couldn’t stay under for nearly as long as a full demon could. A full demon like the one swimming away from him at the moment.

It was then that he realized Sesshomaru had moved them to a deeper pool that must be connected to the spring because his master had to swim up quite a ways before he reached the surface.

Kitaru pulled harder at his bonds but only succeeded in making them tighter. Was Sesshomaru leaving him here to die? To drown at the bottom of a lake? Had Sesshomaru really just been waiting for an opportunity to kill him?

But his panic was short lived when he saw the youkai swim gracefully back down to him, his body slicing through the water with the greatest ease. When he reached the hanyou again he connected their lips as if he were kissing him, but instead breathed air into his lungs.

The pain in his lungs lifted as air was returned to them. He smiled when their lips parted and floated horizontally in the water as he felt Sesshomaru’s hands move over his entire body. He relaxed, letting the water hold him as his master’s strong hands caressed his entire body. He shivered as the long fingers trailed over sensitive spots on his body, and he realized with slow delight that his master was learning him, occasionally leaning in to give him more air as he explored.

After a while of this, the fox’s eyes popped when he felt a clawed finger go into him. He immediately tensed, still not used to the feeling of being penetrated and especially not used to the feeling of water leaking into him. But Sesshomaru rubbed a sweet spot on his lower back just above his tail that made the hanyou go limp with relaxation. Well, mostly limp.

After his master stretched him out, he felt his legs being spread apart and the front half of his body being pushed down toward the sandy floor. Resting on his elbows, his master took advantage of the flexibility he had discovered a few days earlier and pushed the fox’s legs into a full split.

Nearly standing on his head, Kitaru waited for what he knew was coming, his cock getting harder as the anticipation built.

And his lord gave him what he wanted.

His master pushed in slow and deep and Kitaru groaned as he was stretched for a second time. It was a little easier this time, the water making a relatively good lubricant. The hanyou tried his hardest to relax so it would make it easier for the big muscle to slide completely inside him. But eventually Sesshomaru grabbed his tail and used it as a handle to push and pull the little hanyou over his cock. It was impossible for Kitaru to concentrate when he started doing that. He moaned and clenched which only made his master fuck him harder. He whined at the pain at the base of his tail as his youkai master jerked him back onto his member, but the pain only made his dick throb.

His master held him there, deeply penetrated, and slowly ground his hips into the boy. Kitaru screamed, the sound coming out in a large bubble as he lost control of himself. He felt the pressure release from his stiff muscle and his whole body went limp. But his heart was beating rapidly. He had come without his master’s permission, and he could feel the youkai’s displeasure at his disobedience.

The powerful lord pulled out slowly, and then reached to untie Kitaru’s bonds. The young half fox didn’t dare to meet eyes with him; he knew he had to be punished now, and he didn’t want to do anything that would make it worse.
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