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Theory of Monopoly	By : sherlock Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 5576 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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I'd like to answer a question before beginning the next chapter: Sesshomaru is not this 'Carter' individual. 'Carter' is merely an OC I created to serve an appropriate introduction to Inuyasha's turbulent life as a prostitute.

Theory of Monopoly

You Stick Up For Your Bros/Sis'

The people in Inuyasha's inner circle knew they could depend on him and that was just how he liked it. He spoiled his friends rotten whenever he could, if only because he knew they all deserved so much more than what bitchy ol' life threw at them. But that didn't mean there weren't times they made him seriously wonder how the fuck they ever became friends. Tonight seemed to be one of those times.

He had wanted to stay in his own district tonight, let it be known that he was available to some of his favourite regulars, because fucking Carter left a bad aftertaste he needed to overwrite like, pronto. But then stupid Sango called in sick to the cathouse and an hour later, he found himself in a tiny glass box sucking dick.

He'd been reluctant to agree when he heard about the job. Apparently, it'd been Sango's turn at the infamous glory hole at Babes Galore, which was really the only shift he could assist in at the normally girls-only bar. He'd heard rumours here and there about it, none of which he liked, but then Sango pulled that learned helplessness and reverse psychology shit she always did when she wanted something and then he'd given in—not because any of that crap worked on him or that he liked the idea, but because Sango was one of the rare people in this godforsaken business that actually had more than a little something going on upstairs and Inuyasha could appreciate that.

He knelt on the cold base of the glass box, with a hole in front and two more to his left and right, all of which were covered by a layer of silk preventing him from seeing what was outside. Beside his sore knees were two containers filled with oil, being cooled down with an ice bath underneath. The glass was opaque but his lean figure and long silver hair could still be roughly made out by the spectators outside with the current lighting, thus providing the perfect combination of anonymity and sensuality.

Oh yes, and gender deception. Let's not forget that.

He was expected to lubricate and pleasure whatever appeared in front with his wet mouth, while using the cool oil and his hands to do the same to the two penises on either side. The first few blowjobs were fine and Inuyasha prided himself in the several c-notes that had been thrown through the gaps for him for a job well done. But now, fifteen hard cocks later, his lips were aching like hell, his tongue was cramping brutally in his mouth, and his fingers were wrinkly and pale as shit with the extended lack of heat.

Tears were forcing their way out of closed eyes from the lack of oxygen, but he had no choice. He couldn't risk giving away his very male identity and possibly getting his friend fired from the house. So he swallowed down the endless loads of semen until his throat burned and willed away the strong temptations to hack and cough and release every drop of the thick, salty fluid currently obstructing his respiratory pathway.

There were a couple of repeats, Inuyasha could tell from the familiar appendages being thrust in his face, but he found the rate at which they were coming at him strange. He'd been given few breaks in between each consecutive job, and even those had been short. From what he was told, the rooms the boxes were in had twelve boxes, three each attached to the four walls. Surely, he wasn't the only one working at these booths tonight.

When someone came to refill the oil, Inuyasha received a hard pat on the back and learned that word had spread outside the room that his booth contained the finest cocksucker Babes Galore ever had and that there was an impressive lineup of shop regulars waiting just to get acquainted with his ever-pleasing mouth. To which Inuyasha winced and thoughtfuck this shit, I'm going home.

As much as he liked dick, there was that all too familiar heady stench building up overwhelmingly just behind his nostrils and he felt so much build-up in his throat, he was trying too hard not to vomit every time he triedto swallow. His brain was becoming numb—and not in the good way—he felt somewhere between tipsy and dizzy, and why didn't the fucking refill come with any water.

If only Sango's main source of income wasn't on the fucking line. Ugh.

He shook away the static in his head just like he did when he pulled those all-nighters back in school, and rubbed his face with his arms (can't really rely on the current state of his hands). Pull yourself together, he told himself, as he pokes the tip of fresh meat with his nose, earning him an encouraging twitch. Thankfully there was only one customer right now to keep his full attention on.

Inuyasha rubs his cheek slowly, agonizingly down the length of the massive cock, planting damp kisses on every vein that pulsated under his sensitive skin and felt it harden impossibly more as he made his way to the base. Then all too quickly and intensely, he uses the entire surface area of his tongue to lick up the underside of the penis, all the way to the tip again, where he begins circling the head fervently until it is completely coated in a mix of saliva and precum. Inuyasha hears the man gasp then grunt disapprovingly when he backs away and terminates their contact temporarily.

He smiles, for it was rare to find someone so responsive. Most of the customers who used these booths were very important men who required the strictest of privacy, hence the lack of visual information for both parties. If Inuyasha was honest, he would admit he was feeling a rush to his groin that he hadn't been able to experience all night.

He teases the man some more, letting his saliva drip onto the hot skin, like sweet syrup onto a deliciously crisp waffle, and then blowing the wet areas until he saw the vague shape of the man's hands holding desperately onto the sides of the box to keep afoot. Feeling merciful, Inuyasha performed his magic, nipping and humming at all the right places and moments—although not without some difficulty in the beginning because of the man's tremendous size, but of course, Inuyasha has always been a quick adapter.

A steady bobbing rhythm builds just as one hand maneuvers skillfully over the man's balls. The fingers of the other wraps around the base with just enough force to extend the man's pleasure whenever Inuyasha felt he was seconds away from bursting, because damnit, you come when Inuyasha wants you to come. And sure enough, when he hears suppressed, raspy profanity from above, Inuyasha allows the man to experience a trembling, blissful release and he makes sure to finish with a lusty suck-pop sound just before the cock squirts its milky juice all over his face.

Inuyasha removes himself immediately afterwards—because that was all he was getting paid to do—and it takes the man a few minutes to retract from the booth. Inuyasha wipes his face lazily and hisses when some of the man's generous load gets in an unsuspecting eye. The sting clouds his vision with a new pool of incoming tears and through all the blinking, Inuyasha only worries he's making succeeding customers wait. When his visual field finally clears, he is surprised to find his booth unoccupied.

From what he could hear, there was not a person directly outside his booth and Inuyasha began to panic, wondering if he'd done something wrong. If the shop lost any customers because of him, Sango was screwed, which meant he was screwed, which meant he'd have to kiss some serious ass later and he hated doing that.

A heavy knock comes from the door behind him just moments later and suddenly he is face to face with the stern-looking aging madame, who demands he leave the premises immediately and never come back again. When he doesn't comply as fast as she likes, from the surprise and perplexity understandably, he is being pulled roughly out of the booth by his arm and then dragged violently down the hall. There would be bruises on his limbs and scratches on his neck and back by tomorrow morning, Inuyasha was sure.

He tries to coax an explanation out of the woman before he all but trips over a fold on the scarlet carpet and lands face first on the ground. He looks back right when the madame throws his belongings and a couple of bills carelessly at him before sprinting back down the hall and out of Inuyasha's sight. His brain goes into overdrive as he absently draws his clothes on and collects the paper money from the floor. His attempt to figure out for himself what exactly had gone wrong fails. Inuyasha was confident he did a good job tonight, so what had happened?

He wanted to try again, at least for Sango's sake, so he made his way to the door he believes the madame had disappeared through but found it to be locked. Sighing resignedly, he trudges slowly back towards the exit, his hips and legs cramping from being kept in the same position for so long.

His hand was already at the handle when the madame's high-pitched screeching voice reaches his ears again, calling for him to stop. He was almost enticed to leave; it reallyannoyed him when he was called "you" rather than his actual name. Respect should be a universal thing, you know?

Oh, but right. Sango's fine ass on the line too. Okay.

"Yes, Madame?" He asks with a fake smile.

"Oh, oh dear, I-I'm so sorry about my behaviour earlier. You're not hurt, are you?" She's panting and fluttering her fake eyelashes unnecessarily, which tells Inuyasha she needs a visit to the gym more than she needs a shot.

He puts on his most flattering expression without breaking his face off and replies with a pseudo mellow tone, "Of course not, ma'am. Did you happen to forget something of mine when you hauled out my belongings from the lockers earlier?" Ah, shit.

But to his surprise, the madame makes an effort to hold back her glare. Hm. Inuyasha had the upper hand here, but he didn't know why.

"Oh, no, deary, nothing like that," she chuckles apprehensively, waving an arm all up on his face, "I-I was wondering if you could stay around just a while longer?" Inuyasha raises a brow, encouraging her to continue.

"You see, dear,"—Inuyasha really wishes she would stop with that dear shit, just because she didn't bother to remember his name—"there's someone who has expressed interest in… getting to know you better. He's a powerful man you wouldn't want to cross, and if you are in his favour, you will be rewarded very generously, do you understand?" Inuyasha's temple wrinkles in confusion. Did the hag seriously just ask him to let one of her customers fuck him?

"Um, you do realize I am a man, right? That I'm only filling in for Sango tonight? That your bar is strictly girls-only and that I don't exactly have the parts that would suit your particular, uh, clients' tastes?"

The Madame sighs, irritation thick in her voice. "Of course, you imbecile, that's why I was trying to get you out of here as soon as possible! What you said is exactly what I told him, but he's insisting it's not a problem. He goes both ways, apparently, and he wants the face to the mouth that just blew him, not this shop's best girl, can you believe that?" She rolls her eyes. "If he doesn't see you tonight, he says he'll take his business elsewhere."

Inuyasha considers this. "Why should I care what he does? He's not my client, he's yours. And besides, I'm still tired from all those blowjobs, with extra bruises on the house thanks to you."

"Now you listen here, boy!" Her hands are at her hips. "You don't take this job, I'll fire your friend's sorry ass and make sure she never works around these parts again."

Inuyasha lips pulled upwards, seeing her nostrils flare unattractively. It seems he has been severely underestimated.

With arms crossed, he retorts, "How about I don't take the job and have you lose one of your biggest patron, which will ultimately result in the loss of the rest of your deep-pocketed clients?"

"Look here—" She interrupts, digging an accusing finger into his chest. His eyes narrow.

"And if that somehow doesn't manage to ruin your business, Madame, I'll let every big name in this district and beyond know that you allowed me to work at your bar. I'm sure you know how important one's reputation is in this business?" He challenges with a brisk air of confidence in every word. Inuyasha sees a brief hint of fear in the woman's eyes, which is quickly replaced with anger. Her lips opens and closes, her insults running dry and weak. When she next parts her lips, she's capitulated and Inuyasha was all smirks.

"F-Fine, I promise I won't do anything to your friend. Please," Inuyasha could tell she is struggling with her pride, but hey, she had it coming, "can you just give him what he wants?"

"I want my friend, Sango, and you better remember that name from now on, to get a raise. Triple it, or I'm out." She's grinding her teeth so hard Inuyasha could hear the friction, but she reluctantly agrees and Inuyasha lets her lead the way back down the hall, through four different doors before she leaves him to his own devices in front of the first double-doored room he's seen in this huge ass building. The pounding music, lewd sounds, and strong smell of sex and pheromones from the main areas don't reach these halls. The décor was more tasteful and the carpet very soft, he couldn't wait to feel them beneath his feet.

He wonders who he has to thank for Sango's fortune and his amusement—it wasn't every day he was given someone's neck on a platter—but he'd make sure to pay back the debt in full. He didn't like to owe people after all.

He breathes in and out then knocks on the beautifully varnished wood twice. He could hear shuffling sounds, slippers against rug, and then the doors open leisurely to a somewhat familiar face. Wide golden met sharp amber again and it took all that Inuyasha had not to bolt right then and there. Before him stood Miroku's shitty boss who he'd never thought or wanted to see ever again and HOLY FREAKIN' JESUS CHRIST, HE HAD LET THE GUY COME ALL OVER HIS FACE.
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