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Fit For Dogs	By : Arianawray Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 25003 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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In A Flap
"What on earth keeps happening to these locks?" the locksmith asked with a look of pure bafflement on his face, as he studied the hole in the door. "This is the third time you've called me in this month for the same problem. How can an entire reinforced steel lock just melt away into nothing?"
Behind the man – their regular locksmith and carpenter – Inuyasha scowled and glared across the living room at Sesshomaru. The taiyoukai was reading the newspapers on the sofa and pretending not to hear a single word.
"I can only imagine that someone thinks it's a big joke to pump our front-door lock full of acid," the half-demon grumbled, pointedly directing his remark at his nonchalant brother.
"Well, I ain't never seen acid do anything as damaging as this," the locksmith pointed out, scratching his head. "It's as if the steel simply melted like ice in an oven and trickled its way down the door! I thought the security levels in this building were supposed to be among the highest in this area?"
"So can you fix it or not?" Inuyasha asked.
"We'll have to replace the whole door," the man replied. "Too much of the wood is gone."
"Replace the whole door," Inuyasha echoed, glaring meaningfully at Sesshomaru again, who appeared to be taking an unusually keen interest in the gossip pages.
"Yup. Pick out the design you want from this catalogue, and we'll deliver it tomorrow. We can't send anything over any earlier because our delivery trucks are booked up all day. I'll come by in the morning to install the door and the new lock. In the meantime, I'll put in a temporary latch so you can at least keep the door closed and reasonably secure. And I'll nail a strip of wood over the hole so no one can peer in – although seeing as you have the penthouse, it's not like anyone's just going to stroll past on the way to anywhere else, which is why I'm puzzled about who these vandals are!"
He got out his tools and materials and saw to the stopgap arrangements, then left, whistling to himself. These mysterious customers of his with the silver hair and amber eyes were certainly giving him lots of business.
Inuyasha shut the door, held it in place with the primitive latch that the locksmith had nailed to the remaining wood and frame, and folded his arms as he turned towards his brother. If he could have drilled a hole through his head with the piercing gaze he was shooting him, he would have. Sesshomaru, however, refused to look at him or even raise his eyes from the newspapers.
Only when Inuyasha marched up to the sofa and stood directly in front of his brother did the older dog demon look up from the same line he had been re-reading for the last half-hour and meet his fiery stare with a pair of cool, golden eyes.
"Yes, Inuyasha?" he asked smoothly.
"Bloody obstinate jackass," the hanyou growled, sounding for once like the more mature, responsible half of the pair. "Just because they've put up those new street-security cameras outside, and you can't fly in through our windows any more without being seen, you have to do this? Again and again? How many doors will we have to go through before you stop this nonsense?"
"I own this building," Sesshomaru declared arrogantly. "I don't see why I should have to walk in and out of it like everyone else. And if I am obliged to walk in and out of it, then at the very least I should not have to carry house keys around with me like some commoner. You were supposed to be in when I came home today. If you had been in, I wouldn't have had to melt the lock, as you would have opened the door for me."
"Oh, so it's my fault now, is it, Your Royal Stubbornness?" Inuyasha flared up. "It's been a whole fucking geological age since we were in the feudal era, just in case you've been asleep all this time. You no longer have your ass-kissing, staff-carrying midget retainers scurrying about opening portals for you, so get used to the scary, jangling house keys, cos I'm not sitting at home all day waiting for 'master' to ring the doorbell. I swear, if you don't get your head out of your aristocratic butthole pronto, I'm moving to the guest-room – for the next five hundred years. And there will be no visiting conjugal rights."
With that, he stomped off to the kitchen for a drink, leaving Sesshomaru looking after him with a seemingly unchanged expression on his face, save for the tiny gleam in his eyes that flashed the message: I dare you.
***
Two weeks after the new door had been installed and the door frame repaired, Sesshomaru came home from a headache-inducing business meeting to discover that the puppy was out somewhere again when he supposedly had no appointments for the day.
The taiyoukai was locked out once more. He knew that the simple step of taking his house keys with him whenever he left the apartment would solve the problem, and he also knew without a doubt that he was behaving in an uncharacteristically childish way. However, this issue had somehow or other mutated from a simple matter into a stand-off that his pride would not permit him to back down from, and he would be as childish as he pleased.
He remembered Inuyasha's threats, but he was quite sure he would find a way to prevent his little brother from carrying them out, so he went right ahead and did what he had done on three previous occasions. He melted down the door lock with the lethal poison he discharged from the tips of his elegantly long fingers, and let himself in once the bolt dissolved.
***
The enormous hole in their two-week-old door was the first sight to greet Inuyasha the moment he stepped out of the elevator in their private lobby area. The hanyou froze momentarily before striding stiffly up to the door and pushing it open. His sharp ears and nose picked up the sounds and scent of Sesshomaru soaking in the tub in their just-repaired bathroom.
Then his eyes flicked over to where their guest bedroom was – the room he had threatened to decamp to – and his jaw dropped while his ears rose.
Sesshomaru had boarded up the entire doorway to the guest bedroom with the remains of their last front door, which he had for some mysterious reason refused to let the locksmith-carpenter dispose of for them. Well, thought Inuyasha, the reason wasn't so mysterious any more.
He had even hammered in the strips of solid wood with such a thickly layered multitude of nails that if Inuyasha ripped them off, a large chunk of wall would come out with them – which would render the guest bedroom unsealable and unlockable, making it impossible for him to keep Sesshomaru out of it even if he moved in.
The half-demon narrowed his eyes, growled quietly to himself, and rang the locksmith again.
***
Neither brother mentioned the doors over dinner. Inuyasha acted as if nothing was wrong, and Sesshomaru followed suit.
"More steak?" Inuyasha asked coolly, pushing the platter across the table towards his brother.
"Thank you, I think I will have more," Sesshomaru replied equally calmly, helping himself to another medallion of rare filet mignon.
Privately, the taiyoukai wondered why the carpenter had not returned to put up a new door or any new locks although he had not heard him mention any problems regarding the prompt delivery of the required materials. Darkness had fallen, and yet, they still had only a makeshift latch and strip of wood over the hole.
He was, however, too proud to ask why. And he remained too proud to pose the question to his brother even when the main door stayed that way for another week. He and Inuyasha were still not speaking a word to each other about either the melted lock or the barred guest bedroom door despite the fact that neither of them had any meetings or appointments for the whole of that week, which meant that they were mostly either at home, or out together.
Inuyasha continued to sleep in their bed in the master bedroom, and was suspiciously submissive all week, literally allowing Sesshomaru to be top dog without any argument.
By the time Sesshomaru had another all-day business meeting to attend, he had almost allowed himself to think that things would simply stay that way at home. But he knew his half-demon brother far too well to believe that he would let matters lie. So it was with a buzz of expectation that he stepped out of the lift at the end of that long day of work during which he had had to make certain that all the land and property he owned was continuing to churn out a nice income for him and Inuyasha.
True enough, a brand-new door had been installed, though there was still a broad strip of opaque, garish yellow plastic taped over the bottom which had not been peeled off yet. Not unexpectedly, he rang the doorbell to find that Inuyasha was not at home.
Very well, if that was the way his brother wanted it, that was the way he would have it. Sesshomaru flexed his fingers and prepared to direct another bolt of venom at the new lock when, to his astonishment, the lock zapped him right back.
He stared at the door, leaned in for a cautious sniff, and recognised at once the signature of his own mother's considerable magical skills all over the powerful spell that now protected the lock and the rest of the door, as well as the door frame.
Clever boy, Sesshomaru thought. So you got my mother on your side, did you?
Then he sensed that a portion of the lower part of the door was not protected by the spell like the rest of it was.
Why would that be?
Prickling with curiosity, Sesshomaru peeled away the plastic strip so that he could see what was behind it, and that was when he stiffened visibly.
The brat – he couldn't have. He wouldn't dare. He couldn't possibly have the nerve…
But obviously he did, and he had.
Inuyasha had arranged to install a pet flap in the bottom half of the door. A doggy door. A Sesshomaru-sized doggy door – at least, it would be Sesshomaru-sized if the taiyoukai got down on all fours and crawled through the flap like a good little dog.
Not on his life.
Furiously, Sesshomaru left the building and walked round the perimeter of the apartment block in the darkness of night, stealthily melted down one of the street security cameras, and took the big risk of exposure by taking flight right up to the penthouse.
Unfortunately, he got all the way up there only to find that his mother had placed powerful spells on the windows too, and all the curtains and blinds were drawn so that he could not even look inside.
With a snarl of anger, he returned to ground and stalked back into the building. He sat outside his front door and waited. And waited. And waited some more. But Inuyasha still wasn't home.
Finally, at four in the morning, a defeated Sesshomaru crawled through the doggy flap.
The first thing he saw was Inuyasha sitting pretty in the living room, watching him as he came in on his hands and knees. His mother – his own mother, the traitorous bitch! – had obviously shielded the hanyou's scent and presence with one of her spells too.
The half-demon gazed at the crawling Sesshomaru – half-in and half-out of the pet flap – with an insufferable look of total smugness and satisfaction on his face, and an intolerable perkiness to the set of his puppy ears, then rose to his feet and sashayed into the guest bedroom, which of course had also had its doorway freshly repaired and a new door put in place.
Complete with spells.
That would keep Sesshomaru out for ages.
The taiyoukai could only hope that it wouldn't be for the next five hundred years.
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