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Kintsukuroi	By : LordYouko Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 19864 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A/N: Thank you to all the readers and reviewers of chapter 4 ^.^ It’s 1.30 am right now, so I’m just going to post the chapter now. I’ll reply to your reviews soon.

On to the chappie! >.<

Chapter 5 – Sesshoumaru’s Prisoner

Sesshoumaru ignored the squirming half demon on his bed, instead examining the buzzing satisfaction his youkai was feeling now that the hanyou was once again within reach.

The last three days had been hell. Every second that he was away from the hanyou, his youkai seemed to be in a fit. His patience wore thinner than usual, and he snapped at his men for the slightest slip-up. It had taken all of his willpower to keep himself from finding and capturing his pet.

Now, looking at him spread out helplessly in front of him, Sesshoumaru felt an unprecedented urge to push the hanyou down on the bed and mount him, again and again till his youkai was satisfied. It wasn’t lust; he had no qualms in using his little puppy slave to satiate his lust, but this feeling… he could not understand it, and therefore could not allow it.

So he mastered his instinct with an iron will, deliberately going near the hanyou, but not touching him, driving his youkai wild.

Those pleading puppy eyes were looking up at him with fear and gratitude and adoration like they always did. Inuyasha’s legs were splayed awkwardly as his cock stood hard and almost straight up. The boy was unbearably aroused, and the scent of his arousal and need to submit were making his youkai rear its head inside him, demanding the boy be thoroughly owned. Submission and worship exuded from the hanyou’s every pore, and the way he looked tethered to his bed, kept there for his use…

If he listened to his youkai, he would take the slave hard and fill him up with his cum and leave him there for days, dirtied and marked like a bitch, forced to wait there on his bed awaiting his pleasure. He had no doubt the hanyou wouldn’t protest to such treatment; more, he would welcome it, begin to crave it. His youkai was insisting irrationally that that was the hanyou’s true place, bound on the bed, ready for him to mount and master at his whim.

The demon Lord approached the head of the bed and sat down next to the captive hanyou. His eyes became cold as he took Inuyasha’s weeping length in his hand and toyed with it.

“Ahh…Master…Master please…” Inuyasha begged, arching into his touch. The cool silk of the prince’s kimono brushed against his bare thigh, making him shiver.

The youkai Lord backhanded him lightly, controlling the swell of pleasure his youkai felt hearing his captive beg so beautifully.

His adorable little puppy looked stunned, and then even more aroused.

“M-master… Master Sesshoumaru… please.. please touch me… make me cum… I want to cum..”

There were tears in those wide, innocent eyes and one cheek was red from the light slap he had received. The slave knew he wasn’t being punished, and as long as his Master wasn’t angry, he wouldn’t be deterred by pain he was dealt.

It pleased him to see every inch of his delectable hanyou exposed inside that red firerat haori, but he refused to get undressed, refused to give his youkai that much control.

He noticed his slave’s eyes drawn to the swell in his own hakama. He was as hard and aching as his little hanyou, and he denied himself the pleasure his youkai dangled before his eyes like candy.

Inuyasha gasped and tried to think through the haze of lust and arousal that clouded his brain. In all these years, his Master had never bound him like this. He didn’t need to; Inuyasha was always willing and pliant and obedient. Why today? Why now? Was it some kind of a game?

But Sesshoumaru-sama didn’t play games. His Master never played pretend; his dominance was stark and obvious and very very real. and that was what was making Inuyasha deliciously frightened and worried.

“I want-“ Inuyasha bit his lip, looking down at the demon Lord’s erection, mouth watering as he remembered that beast free of the prison of clothing, stabbing deep inside of him. “Please… I want to please Master…”

Inuyasha gasped as his Master stood up from the bed stepped back. He strained against his binds and the sound of the rattling chains was loud in the quiet night.

Sesshoumaru walked up to a closet Inuyasha hadn’t yet seen him open. There were no torches near it and Inuyasha couldn’t see what was inside. His Master seemed to select a few things inside and stepped back towards Inuyasha again.

When he returned and took Inuyasha’s cock in his hand again, Inuyasha thought it was to finally grant him release and he almost sobbed with relief.

But there was the feel of something metal and Inuyasha looked down in disbelief at the small metal prison around his cock. He looked up and his Master looked pleased.

“Try to cum, Inuyasha,” the demon Lord ordered in that deep voice that was at once husky and detached.

Inuyasha relaxed the tight walls he had kept over his release and closed his eyes. He didn’t need much now. All he had to do was focus on his Master’s scent and the pain from the bruises on his neck and his Master’s cock and

…he couldn’t cum. He looked down at the device around his cock and cried out. His release was being held back by the little device. Try as he might, he couldn’t obtain release.

He looked up to see his Master looked pleased. And he had something in his hand Inuyasha had never seen before.

It was a long, brown whip with a large, ornate handle. By the way his Master’s fingers closed around it, Inuyasha knew it had been in that hand many times before.

The hanyou’s eyes widened as the demon lord brought it down on the rock floor with a sharp crack.

“This will be used on you, Inuyasha,” his Master told him. “Are you afraid?”

Inuyasha whimpered, eyeing the whip carefully. It wasn’t the first time a whip had been used on him, and it didn’t have very happy memories attached to it. His previous masters had whipped him mercilessly, though usually with much shorter ones. This one looked like a cattle whip, pooling many times over at the demon Lord’s feet. The problem was that it was not to do with strength but accuracy. It couldn’t be aimed well.

Inuyasha shut his eyes fearfully, resigning himself to the blows that would invariably land where they willed – on his face, eyes, mouth.

But the first strike landed neatly on his exposed stomach, and Inuyasha’s eyes snapped open.

Sesshoumaru-sama did not seem angry. There was none of that twisted pleasure he had seen in the eyes of sadistic slavers. The demon Lord’s eyes were cold and calculating.

Sesshoumaru brought the whip down on his slave and did not allow the effect on his youkai to show on his face. It felt like a strange blow on himself, somewhere inside him. It took an effort to raise his hand to strike; his youkai was telling him to stop.

So he raised his hand and struck out hard again; his submissive, aroused hanyou flinched but didn’t try to hide from the strike. That sweaty, flushed face was lowered in abject surrender and the spike of pleasure his youkai felt from it had him bringing the whip down again on the hapless half-demon.

Inuyasha squirmed, trying to get friction on his restrained cock. The whip seemed to be obey his Master’s will and each blow felt precise and calculated. It did not strike his chest or face or cock though his stomach and arms were littered with welts now. His arms shook from the effort of being held up despite the pain. The chains jangled too, in a soft continuous music now.

To Inuyasha’s surprise, his Master was breathing slightly hard. His eyes were pulsing red erratically, though no muscle on his face moved. It was not possible that the whip in his hand was causing the demon lord to be winded; Inuyasha had seen him win battles without so much as breathing fast.

“Master,” Inuyasha said worriedly, leaning forward to get a better look at the demon Lord, as much as the chains would allow. “Is Master alright?”

Chained up and whipped, forced to hold back his release, after the demon Lord had ignored him as long as it pleased him, the slave was concerned only about him.

Sesshoumaru climbed onto the bed. Inuyasha’s legs were caught in a strong grasp and the slave cried out as he was bent almost in half. Sesshoumaru half-raised him off the bed, exposing his twitching hole and thrust himself in, with no lubrication except his precum.

Inuyasha threw his head back and screamed as he was taken almost dry. The shackles bit into his wrists as his muscles tensed and were forced to take the weight of his body.

“Sesshoumaru-sama,” the hanyou panted, trying to breathe through the pain.

“Open your eyes, Inuyasha,” the demon Lord said.

The hanyou’s eyes snapped open and focused on his Master.

“Keep them open,” Sesshoumaru commanded. Inuyasha nodded and tried his best to obey.

The demon Lord pulled half way out and then slammed back in again, grinding hard into the abused hole. The hard cock brushed his prostate, but the prison around his own cock didn’t allow him to cum.

Inuyasha thrashed his head, unable to withstand the frustration.

“Master, master please… please let me come… it hurts… please, Master…”

His youkai wasn’t protesting to this, Sesshoumaru realized. Once again, the hanyou was in pain. In fact, he was in more pain than mere whip lashes, but his youkai seemed satisfied.

But there was no more time for thinking as the demon Lord was nearing his own release. He hiked the slave’s legs up higher and began thrusting in hard and fast. His eyes were red as he snarled his release.

Inuyasha realized he must have passed out, because when he opened his eyes, gentle morning sunlight was streaming in through the parted curtains on the windows.

His face turned red as he looked down at the cum leaking from his hole. His legs twitched helplessly; his arms were still shackled and he could not clean it up.

Inuyasha blinked the sleep from his eyes and focused on the figures of female servants bustling about the room, cleaning it, and tending to the fire.

The hanyou turned bright red. He was still chained to his Master’s bed, and his still half-erect cock was trapped in the device, in full view of the servants. Oh god, they had probably seen the cum leaking out of his hole, seen him left here marked as his Master’s cum dump. And the worst part was that his humiliating thoughts were making his half-hard cock harder.

To their credit, they didn’t stare. The girl tending the fire, glanced up for a moment when she saw Inuyasha move, but she looked away without any kind of reaction on her face. The hanyou and the bed were left untouched as the servants efficiently completed their morning routine and discreetly left the room.

Inuyasha stared after them at the now closed doors and wondered how long he would have to wait here like this for Lord Sesshoumaru.

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By afternoon, when there was no sign of the demon Lord, Inuyasha began to wonder uneasily if his Master had forgotten he’d left his pet waiting. The Western Lord had villas all over town, though he rarely used them. What if he decided to spend the night in one of those? There was nothing Inuyasha could do but wait for him, shackled to the bed.

Inuyasha squirmed. Somehow, the thought was arousing more than worrying. His arms and wrists were sore from being shackled to the bedpost all night and his traitorous cock hardened whenever he thought of his Master and the thorough fucking he had received the night before. There was a dull, throbbing pain in his ass, and his inner thighs were embarrassingly sticky from being coated in his Master’s cum.

But it was barely sunset before the great doors to the chambers crashed open, making Inuyasha jump. The cringing guards caught just a peek of the naked hanyou chained up on the bed before Sesshoumaru slammed the doors closed in their red faces.

Inuyasha watched the demon stride over to the bed. He looked…angry?

But there was no time to think or speak as the demon Lord was quickly unsnapping the shackles. Inuyasha sagged against the headboard as he was suddenly released. He tried to massage some feeling back into his numb hands and wrist, while Sesshoumaru removed the leather device that was holding back Inuyasha’s pleasure.

Inuyasha hardly had time to take a relieved breath before the demon Lord was on him, pushing him down onto the bed, kissing him viciously.

Inuyasha submitted gratefully, kissing his Master back with equal fervor. He wound his sore, shaking arms around the youkai, trying to pull him closer.

Before long, Inuyasha was being turned over and the hanyou hissed from the cold lubricant being pored over his aching hole. Sesshoumaru snarled as he entered him in one powerful thrust, spearing himself inside his slave.

Inuyasha cried out, hiking his ass up to meet his Master’s thrusts. It hurt.. it hurt more than last night, but his Master was here, and he would pleasure him the best he could. The demon lord’s clawed hand wrapped around the back of his neck, pushing his face into the bed, and Inuyasha gasped from the pressure and weight on his neck. The demon Lord’s other hand grasped his slave’s weeping length and Inuyasha was almost sobbing from the pleasure, held down and imprisoned by his Master.

When Sesshoumaru finally came and collapsed next to him, he tried to move, tried to get up to gather his things and leave like he usually did when he was conscious after being used by his Master. But he was pulled down and held firmly in the demon prince’s arms. Breathing in the intoxicating scent surrounding him, Inuyasha slept.

Next morning, when he woke up, Sesshoumaru was still there. Judging by the sun high in the sky it was already late morning but the demon Lord was sleeping peacefully.

Inuyasha squirmed, body demanding that he get up and take care of its urges. He wriggled out of the demon lord’s embrace and managed to sit up. He was about to slip away towards the bathroom without waking the demon Lord when his wrist was caught in an iron grip.

Inuyasha turned back with a gasp. Sesshoumaru’s eyes were still closed and his breathing was still even. He could have been sleeping except for the slight smirk on his lips.

“O-ohayou gozaimsu, Master,” Inuyasha muttered. The demon lord didn’t answer or open his eyes. Inuyasha tried to free his wrist from the demon Lord’s grip, but Sesshoumaru held fast.

“M-master please I have to go…” Inuyasha murmured, still trying to gently shake off the grip on his wrist.

“Go where?” the demon Lord murmured, turning his head slightly towards Inuyasha and opening half-lidded eyes towards his squirming puppy.

Inuyasha flamed deep red knowing fully well that his sadistic Master knew exactly what he was talking about but was enjoying his humiliation.

“Master,” Inuyasha whined, avoiding his Master’s beautiful, indolent, sleepy eyes.

A small cry escaped him as his wrist was twisted slightly to make him fall chest first on top of the sleeping lord. Inuyasha braced himself awkwardly with his other hand on the bed, as his Master callously moved him as he pleased to comfortably kiss him without having to rise up from the bed. Inuyasha submitted to the deep, lazy kiss, though uncomfortably sprawled on top of his lazy master.

“Ma-master please,” he whispered once he was released, wriggling his hips uncomfortably.

Blushing bright red at the laughter in the demon Lord’s eyes, he tried to cover his nakedness with a blanket but found it impossible to do that in the position in which he’d been place.

“Go,” Sesshoumaru said, releasing his wrist. Inuyasha scrambled to get out of bed hastily before the demon Lord changed his mind. Sesshoumaru’s eyes fell closed with a smile as he felt his puppy rush off the bed.

Inuyasha felt his spirits soar to the sky as he walked the bright palace grounds. Sesshoumaru-sama… His Master had ordered him to get all his things to his chambers! That meant he would get to spend so much more time with his Master!

It had been so many years since he had outgrown his little puppy basket. That was about the time his education and training had really begun. He wondered whether his education and training would be continued, or whether he would spend his days attending to his Master’s needs. He was fine with either, though it would mean he would be left with a lot of free time on his hands when his Master was away on administrative business. But on the other hand, it meant he would be with his Master every morning and every night, and that would be better than any amount of education or training.

He was pulled out of his thoughts as he saw Shippou walking by in the corridor opposite the courtyard. Inuyasha swiftly strode towards him.

Ever since that night, Shippou had not spoken to him properly. Inuyasha had been concerned by the injury on his chest, but when he asked how he got it, the fox would not answer. Well, that was going to end here and now.

“Shippou!” he called out, forcing the fox to acknowledge him.

Shippou stopped but didn’t look at him.

“Hey,” Inuyasha frowned, bending down to look at the tiny fox demon properly. “What’s the matter with you?

“Leave me alone, Inuyasha,” Shippou said, bypassing the hanyou to walk away.

He squeaked as he was picked up by his tail and dangled in front of Inuyasha’s face.

“Hey I’m trying to talk to you here, idiot,” Inuyasha reprimanded, glaring at the fox flailing his arms.

“Let go of me!” Shippou demanded, glaring back, trying to be within biting reach of the half-demon.

“Not until you tell me what’s got you acting like an ass!” Inuyasha answered.

Shippou bristled. “Fine! You wanna talk, let’s talk!”

Inuyasha released his tail and the fox hopped onto a nearby stone shelf so he could be at eyelevel with the hanyou.

“You wanted to know where I got the injury, right?” Shippou demanded. “I got it from Sesshoumaru-sama when I tried to stop him from hurting you while you were ill!”

Inuyasha drew back in surprise. “You… tried to stop Sesshoumaru-sama?”

Shippou looked away, refusing to meet the hanyou’s eyes.

The hanyou’s eyes softened as he looked pityingly at his still blue chest visible. “Shippou… why would you do that…”

“Well I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to do, alright?” Shippou exclaimed. “Am I supposed to let my friend be hurt like that?”

“Shippou…” Inuyasha said. “Sesshoumaru-sama can do whatever he likes to me…”

“But it’s not right!” Shippou exclaimed. “Just because you’re- you’re a half-demon and he’s a taiyoukai, doesn’t make it ok to treat you like that! To think that you’ve been treated like this ever since you were a little kid…”

Inuyasha frowned. “Sesshoumaru-sama has treated me with more kindness than anyone I’ve ever known.”

Against his will, tears formed in Shippou’s eyes. “That’s just it! If it hadn’t been for Sesshoumaru-sama enslaving you, your life could have been so much more…”

“My life would have been nothing,” Inuyasha said. “Sesshoumaru-sama saved me and protected me and allowed me to belong to him when he certainly didn’t have to…”

“But he’s cruel! He hurts you!”

Inuyasha looked away. How to explain to Shippou that he liked the way his Master treated him? How could he explain to the agitated boy that there was no greater pleasure than offering his body for Master’s use?

“He could have treated you with kindness!” Shippou continued. “As an equal!”

Inuyasha gaped at him. “But I’m not his equal! Not by any means, not even remotely close!”

Shippou gritted his teeth; he felt like banging his head against the wall. “Just because you were not born with his strength or status or power, doesn’t make you any less!”

“Strength and status and power have got nothing to do with anything, fox,” Inuyasha explained, exasperated. “Do you not get that I don’t deserve all that Sesshoumaru-sama does for me? I don’t deserve to be allowed to serve him. He’s so far above me, I’m not fit to lick his boots clean!”

Shippou stared up at him, speechless. Then he looked away and smiled bitterly. “I’m going away, Inuyasha,” he said softly.

Inuyasha drew back at the sudden change in the fox’s demeanor.

“What?”

“I can’t take this,” Shippou whispered. “I can’t stay here in this place where someone is treated like this just because they’re weak or low born…”

Inuyasha looked at him quietly for a moment.

“I’m not weak,” told the fox demon. “And Master Sesshoumaru doesn’t treat me the way he does because I’m weak or a hanyou.”

He grabbed the fox by his shoulders and turned him around to face him. “Shippou, it’s because I belong to him.”

When the fox looked blankly, angrily up at him, Inuyasha understood that he was not going to be able to make Shippou understand. He straightened up and turned away from him.

“Go,” he said softly. “And when you come back, I hope you realize what it really means to be equals.”

Shippou’s fingers balled up into fists. “I’m never coming back!”

Inuyasha smiled, and for the first time, Shippou thought he looked much older than his age. “You will,” Inuyasha said, and walked away.

A/N: Also, I’ve published my very first quiz on another website – The brutally honest What Kind of Master Are You? quiz. It’s for all you lemon BDSM lovers out there ~.^ Just look for LordYouko on the website called Quotev.

And today’s my birthday ^.^ posting a chapter on my birthday after a long time. I’m happy to be back! Thanks for sticking with me, everyone!
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