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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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VI: Controlling Hand
Inuyasha took several quick steps into the room before turning around so that his back would not be to Sesshomaru as he came in. Sesshomaru entered and closed the door behind them, before walking up to his brother and firmly taking hold of both his upper arms. Inuyasha expected that he had done so to keep him in place as he slapped or punched him, and he raised a stoic face to meet whatever was to come.
But to his astonishment, Sesshomaru pressed his lips hard against his mouth and backed him up till his knees hit the bed frame, and he ended up on the mattress, legs dangling over the side of the bed, until the demon lord on top of him wrapped his arms around his upper body and lifted him completely onto the bedcovers.
Staring directly down into Inuyasha's eyes, he said quietly: "I waited for you."
"I'm sorry…" Inuyasha murmured uncertainly, thrown off balance, for he had expected anger, he had expected punishment; what he had not expected was a kiss accompanied by words that mysteriously made him feel guilty. And it was hard for him to feel bold and dignified when he had literally been caught napping and had just been kissed hard for it.
"How sorry?"
Inuyasha had to swallow what felt like an enormous lump in his throat before he could reply: "Very." He wasn't certain that he meant it from the bottom of his heart, but really, what other appropriate response was there?
Sesshomaru considered his answer and the look in his eyes, then told him: "Good. It would be a pity to make you any sorrier for it, when you looked so innocent as you slept – perhaps it was worth the wait, to see that childlike peace on your face."
Inuyasha flushed to hear what sounded suspiciously like tenderness in Sesshomaru's voice. He did not like what the words portended, and he shivered as Sesshomaru sought his lips again.
"Why are you trembling?" the demon lord asked him, drawing back after the kiss. "I won't hurt you – not very much, at least. Or perhaps I should say that while I may cause you a little pain sometimes, I won't harm you."
Inuyasha had led a hard life and was certainly not afraid of pain – but he was terrified of whether the kind of pain that Sesshomaru could inflict would make him behave in ways that his pride would normally never allow him to.
It would have made him feel worse had he known that Sesshomaru had arrived at the conviction that the way to keep him contented and compliant was to treat him gently while disciplining his beautiful young body into learning how to crave his elder brother's touch.
Sesshomaru was running his hands down that body now, shifting his own weight back onto his heels till he was seated near the half-demon's feet. He lifted the boy's right foot with his hands and began to peel off the finely woven white sock that cocooned it like a second skin.
Inuyasha tried to sit up, protesting: "You shouldn't do that," for that sort of task was a servant's job. But the demon lord made him lie back again, and Inuyasha watched nervously as his brother slipped the sock off and dropped it to the floor beside the bed. Then he did what seemed to the half-demon to be the most unbelievable thing – he brought Inuyasha's toes to his mouth and teasingly licked them, while keeping his eyes fixed on his face.
Inuyasha squirmed from the ticklishness and sensuality of it, but also cringed because he had run about barefoot all these years, and was accustomed to thinking of his feet as the useful but filthy appendages that carried him everywhere. However, two days of long, hot, cleansing baths, having his feet properly clad in socks and soft new boots, and Natsumi's sneaking in a foot bath for him while she groomed his hair before dinner, left his toes cleaner than they had been since his mother's death, and those toes seemed to appeal to Sesshomaru.
The demon lord repeated the ritual with the boy's other foot, and from the way he squirmed all over again, the older brother deduced that the younger was ticklish. He drew a claw experimentally down the sole of the left foot he held in one hand, making Inuyasha jump.
"So this is your weak spot, is it?" Sesshomaru asked, running the claws of all his four fingers and thumb in a rapid, weaving motion over the sole of the lad's foot while his other hand imprisoned his ankle.
Inuyasha wriggled and tried to pull his foot away but could not, and in a matter of seconds, a helpless burst of laughter broke from his mouth.
Sesshomaru stilled his fingers for a moment, charmed by the sound of the near-giggling he had not heard from the boy in almost two hundred years – even back then, the giggles had been hushed as the tiny child who had lived in this castle had shared private, loving moments of laughter only with his mother in their rooms as they sheltered together in a confined world of their own.
Inuyasha gulped. He had not meant to laugh. He had told himself only yesterday that he would never laugh for as long as he was forced to live with his brother, but here he was, breaking his promise, betrayed once again by the sensations of his body, which would not listen to his heart. Yet, the mere act of laughing, though not heartfelt, seemed to lift a small pebble from the grudge like a pile of rocks he carried in his soul, and he found himself chuckling and squirming again when Sesshomaru resumed the playful motions of his fingers. Before he could stop himself, he had twisted into a half-sitting position to cling to Sesshomaru's hands with his own and to plead breathlessly: "Sesshomaru – please stop!"
He was close to tears, but whether that was a result of his laughter or his feelings of overall helplessness, the demon lord knew not. However, Sesshomaru did release his ankle and stopped tickling him, holding his head instead to press another kiss to his mouth while his lips still bore traces of a smile – however forced that smile might be.
Inuyasha, who would never have dreamt of licking his own feet, did not like the idea of kissing a mouth that had just been all over his toes, but he bore it. After all, he remembered just where his own mouth had had to be last night, and he feared it might soon be in rather worse places if Sesshomaru proved to be as odd as the experiences of these past two days indicated he was.
But it was Sesshomaru who was now getting his mouth everywhere, applying his tongue and lips to Inuyasha's furry ears, down the side of his face, and over the sensitive skin of his neck, licking and nibbling at his shoulders as he uncovered them. He slipped Inuyasha's clothes off, one by one, finally drawing his trousers down his legs and letting them fall to the floor to join the socks, inner shirt and outer jacket.
That untiring tongue got to work next on Inuyasha's stiffening erection, which glistened at its tip as it throbbed to life, and he enclosed him completely with his mouth, making him moan with pleasure and dismay. At the same time, his fingers gently probed the recessed space between the boy's firm buttocks.
Inuyasha attempted to shy away from Sesshomaru's invasive fingers once he felt the point of one claw making contact with the opening of the nether passage that he firmly believed was intended for expelling things from the body, and not for the admission of anything under the sun. But Sesshomaru was dextrously pleasuring him with his mouth while searching out his hidden parts with his hands, and he couldn't, wouldn't dare, didn't want, to pull away too much.
Sesshomaru felt Inuyasha's discomfort, but discovered to his satisfaction that the puckered orifice which currently interested him was so small and tight that even with the greatest care, he felt he could not slip his finger more than the merest millimetre past its opening without nicking the delicate skin inside with the tip of his claw.
So he gave all his attention to pleasuring the boy with his mouth until he came with a despairing cry that instantly made Sesshomaru grow uncomfortably hard. He tasted the hot, creamy fluid on his tongue and in the back of his throat, and took every last drop, for he liked what he had sampled on the previous night.
While Inuyasha was still recovering his breath and half-turning his body to bury his face in the bedcovers – an action the demon lord would ordinarily not have permitted, but which suited his purpose at this time – Sesshomaru slipped out from under one corner of the covers an item he had concealed in his bed.
It was a quartet of jade finger-gloves, designed to fit over his long, lethally clawed digits. Each separate piece of jade was rounded at its closed end, carved hollow inside, smoothed to perfection on its outer surface, and of a length to match the finger it was meant for once it was pulled on. Strong but butter-soft strips of thin black leather strung through holes pierced near the open ends of each piece loosely linked the four and allowed Sesshomaru to knot the ties securely around his wrist, so the jade would not slip off his fingers.
Before Inuyasha regained full awareness of his surroundings, he leaned over the boy, moved his mane of hair aside, and stroked his spine with his left, unsheathed hand, while his right, its fingers rigidly encased in jade, began to probe the half-demon's virgin entrance.
Inuyasha drew his breath sharply and made to turn over, but Sesshomaru's left hand held him down, and his voice soothed him while holding a threatening undernote. Still, Inuyasha resisted, and Sesshomaru had to warn him: "Be still, unless you want me to tie you down – you may be very strong, but I am a good deal stronger than you, and I do have ropes and shackles of demon thread and metal that will hold you easily."
That was Sesshomaru's idea of treating him gently – he imagined that Inuyasha ought to know that if he had wished to be harsh to him, he would have tied him up from the start and thrust hard into him without preparation. Naturally, Inuyasha knew no such thing. All he heard was the threat, and his survival instincts telling him that it was better to be humiliated but unbound, rather than humiliated and bound.
Once Sesshomaru saw him demonstrate through stillness that he would heed his recommendation, the demon lord slipped a pillow under the boy's hips to raise his behind for easier access, and nudged his legs apart.
He lay still enough for Sesshomaru to lift his left hand off his back and lean over to pick up a small, stoppered jar of oil from the bedside table. Flicking the stopper off with the thumb of his unadorned hand, he pressed his left palm over the jar's mouth, tipped the container over briefly to coat the palm with its contents, then stood the jar upright in the crook of his own knee before smoothing the oil all over the jade on his right hand.
The implications of these new steps alarmed Inuyasha, who tensed and looked almost ready to roll over and bolt, the consequences be damned. Sesshomaru repositioned his left hand lightly over the boy's back as a warning to stay where he was, as his right hand got to work.
While he could not flex the middle or upper finger joints, the separate jade pieces meant he could still fold any of his fingers straight down at the knuckle joints while keeping any of the others erect. Palm up, he folded three fingers out of the way while pressing his covered index finger against the tight opening that was now trying to disappear between the clenched globes of that firm little bottom so attractively presented on the plump pillow holding it up.
With his behind kept raised by the pillow, and his legs spread, Inuyasha could hardly conceal anything from Sesshomaru. The well-oiled digit slid an inch into the snug passage before its intrusion provoked a short, sharp cry from the half-demon, who had to be steadied again through the light pressure of his brother's hand on his back.
"There now," the demon lord said in a voice that was still calm, but laced with the whisper of growing arousal. "I've hardly penetrated you at all. It seems unbearable only because no one's ever got so far with you before, but you'll be fine."
He pressed another half-inch in, very gently. Though he felt Inuyasha tense with discomfort – and distaste – the half-demon did not cry out again, or plead with him to stop as he had with the tickling.
Once again the sense of unease made its presence known in Sesshomaru's chest, telling him that he was imposing his will on an unwilling being who regarded their forced relationship as unnatural. But he suppressed it, because he had desired this creature under his hands for too long now, and he would not halt this course of action. Besides, was he not being gentle, and kind, and seductive? Had he not held back his anger and cruelty in response to the boy's tears? He would make Inuyasha enjoy his attention, crave his touch, thirst for him.
He slipped the remaining length of his jade-sheathed finger into Inuyasha a second faster than planned, provoking a small, stifled gasp from him and more of that sense of resigned disgust.
Sesshomaru did not like that. He wanted him breathless with pleasure and yielding fully to him, not this sense that he was bearing with it till it was over and done with. He was almost tempted – despite his choice to be kind – to tie him down, whip him and rape him just to force an instinctive response, make him scream without holding back, curse and hurl insults and, finally, beg. But he had learnt that he disliked it when the boy was miserable. In any case, breaking him like that would be the quick and easy way through, and Sesshomaru did not often believe in taking easy paths.
He drizzled more oil over as he began to work his finger in and out of Inuyasha, slowly increasing the pace until the half-demon began to whimper, though he could not tell what proportion of those cries came from pleasure, and how much originated from discomfort.
The boy's face was turned away from him, but he would let that go for now because he was cooperating quite well considering it was his first time being touched like this. In fact, he could see and feel Inuyasha starting to grind his hips almost indiscernibly into the pillow under him. Good, thought Sesshomaru. Although it should have displeased him that the boy would stimulate himself by humping a bed accessory, he felt there would be long-term benefits from his learning to associate pleasure with his lord and brother's ministrations.
Besides, if he was thrusting into the pillow – even if ever so slightly – it naturally meant he would have to move his hips back for the next thrust, and that had the delightful effect of his seeming to push back onto Sesshomaru's finger, as if he wanted him deeper inside.
Sesshomaru wished to see more of that. He ran some more oil over the jade, withdrew his index finger and erected his middle digit to join it, pressing them both against that fascinating little opening.
Inuyasha tensed again, but Sesshomaru stroked his back to calm him, and proceeded slowly with his right hand. It was a very tight fit, but gently, he eased the tips inside his body, and Inuyasha moaned into the bedcovers.
"There you go," Sesshomaru whispered. "Two fingers now – that's not so bad, is it?"
He moved further into him, and Inuyasha choked down a noise in his throat.
"Is this too much for you?" the demon lord asked softly.
With his face buried in the covers, Inuyasha shook his head, like an upset child refusing to be comforted. Then he suddenly took a deep breath, as if he had reached a decision about something. Sesshomaru watched with interest as he turned his head to his left towards him, raised his upper body a little on his elbows, glared backwards and upwards at his older brother, and growled: "It's not like you'd stop if I said it was."
Once more, Sesshomaru found himself at a point where he ought to have been furious, but again realised he was not only not furious, but amused. No one else in Inuyasha's position, with two fingers of the great demon lord pushed up his ass, would speak so defiantly out of the blue after a relatively long stretch of acquiescence. Only this half-demon – with his feistiness from having had to hold his own against the world for so long, his knowledge of Sesshomaru which blended the familiar and unfamiliar, and his innate pride from his upbringing by his princess mother and the blood inherited from their lord father – would defy him while obeying him.
"If I truly believed you could not take it, I would stop," Sesshomaru said. "But I don't think this is too much for you. I think you might like it if you'd just relax."
"I'm not going to – aaah!" Inuyasha broke off his words with a sharp cry as Sesshomaru pushed both fingers all the way inside.
"You were saying?"
"That fucking hurt!" Inuyasha snapped, his thin veneer of politeness cracking.
"I'm sorry – too hard?" Sesshomaru murmured.
"You know damn well – aaah!" he cried out again as the fingers started to stroke him, moving in and out along a three-inch back-and-forth route.
He buried his face in the thick covers again to muffle his moans, until the need for air and the relentless attentions of Sesshomaru's hand left him panting for breath with his head turned aside, hidden under his gleaming silver hair. With the claws of his left hand, Sesshomaru carefully combed the hair to fall over one side of Inuyasha's neck, so it would not veil his lightly flushed face.
"Don't hide from me – you look too beautiful to cover your face," the demon lord whispered to his little brother, leaning down to touch his lips to his neck while continuing to work his fingers in and out of him until Inuyasha began to whimper frantically and grind harder and faster into the pillow under him, pushing back over Sesshomaru's fingers and thrusting into the pillow till he came with a desperate cry that rocked his spirit and body so that he shuddered from the tips of his ears to the ends of his toes with the sweet burst of release peaking, then fading into ever-fainter contractions, leaving him at last limp and speechless, almost unconscious from its intensity.
Sesshomaru knew that Inuyasha had pretty much made himself come by thrusting into the pillow, and that his hand had had very little direct effect on his orgasm. But he was thoroughly pleased with the conviction that he had brought him to a far more powerful climax than he would otherwise have achieved, by placing him in a position of psychological helplessness, physical submission, and complete exposure to the powerful lord he loathed, making the surrender to his sexual urges overwhelming once his resistance finally broke.
Sesshomaru slowly withdrew his jade-clad fingers, tugged at the leather bindings round his wrist to release the glove, and lowered the contraption of precious stone and hide to the carpeted floor beside the bed. He set the jar of oil back on the table, then wrapped a hand around Inuyasha's hips and raised his body a little to extract the pillow, noting to his satisfaction the cum smeared over the linen case. He dropped the pillow to the floor, reminding himself not to throw it away; it might be a trophy worth keeping.
He himself was extremely aroused by now, rock-hard from the whimpers and sharp cries of the beautiful creature on his bed, and he felt compelled to relieve his tension – or make it worse – by partially undressing himself and sliding his body over Inuyasha's to press his erection into the small of his back as he whispered into the furry ears at the top of that silky head: "I can't wait to claim you completely."
Inuyasha opened his eyes and began to struggle, but Sesshomaru had pinned his arms to his sides. The demon lord was enjoying the futile writhing of the body beneath him, but quickly determined that he did not want him too frightened either, so he calmed him with a soft assurance: "Don't be afraid – I know this has been rather overwhelming for you, so I won't go further tonight."
The struggling grew less violent, and abated almost completely when Sesshomaru repeated his assurance: "I won't go further for now."
The boy grew slightly tense under him when he slid down so that his cock rested between the cheeks of his butt, until he made it apparent through the lack of further movement for some time that he only wanted to hold him and cover him with his body.
When the lad was completely calm, seemingly quite relaxed, Sesshomaru let him lie there under him, still and silent, eyes closed, until he judged that he had recovered enough to be roused and sent off to the bathroom with a pat to his delectable little bottom – a parting touch that earned the demon lord a quick backward glare.
Sesshomaru heard him enter the water before he himself rose from his bed, shed the rest of his clothes, picked up his jade finger gloves and stepped into the bathroom.
Inuyasha, immersed up to his chin in the water as if he was sulking, glanced up at his naked form – complete with its rather large erection – with no small measure of alarm in his eyes. The reappearance of the jade contraption did not ease his trepidation. But Sesshomaru only wanted to wash it, for this was one item he chose not to leave to his servants to clean. He eased Inuyasha's fears by scooping up hot bath water in a porcelain jug and pouring it over the jade into a small basin, running his fingers over the smooth stone segments to cleanse them before drying the pieces on a towel to keep the excess water from damaging the leather strips.
"I told you I would go no further tonight, and I won't," he reminded the half-demon, as he stepped into the bath across from him.
He saw Inuyasha's eyes flick, with some doubtfulness, towards his cock, before studiously ignoring it. Sesshomaru wanted to chuckle at that, but bubbling with laughter would only erode the respect for his authority that he was building, so he kept silent and soaked up the heat and soothing pressure of the water, draping his hair over the edge of the sunken bath so that it wouldn't get too wet.
Inuyasha had taken no such care, and his beautiful tresses were drenched. After he had wrung out the water, Sesshomaru towelled his brother's hair as dry as he could, like he had last night, when they left the bath.
"Can I go back to my room?" Inuyasha asked again, in an echo of the previous evening's events.
Sesshomaru had no intention of letting him go off to cry his eyes out once more, so this time, his answer was: "You will stay here tonight."
He opened his room door only to call for and tell the servant on duty at the end of the corridor that those in charge of keeping his bath hot through the furnace below could leave the fire to die. Then he shut the door and ordered Inuyasha to bed. Sesshomaru pulled Inuyasha's bathrobe off him once he was under the covers, and lay down to sleep naked beside him. The lad again did something ordinarily forbidden to the lovers of the demon lord by turning onto his right side to face away from Sesshomaru; but his brother slid across the sheets and put his left arm over his body so he could hold him close while they slept, not minding his damp hair.
Sesshomaru smiled secretly to feel Inuyasha trying to inch his ass away from him, for the erection that had subsided in the bath was rising again.
He doesn't trust me at all, thought the demon. Even though I've given him my word that I won't go further tonight, he still thinks I'll take him.
It amused him to tease Inuyasha, however, so he pressed himself up against the half-demon's firm little bottom while holding him tighter with the arm he had draped over him. He could feel every fibre tensing in his brother's body, until at last Inuyasha made a tiny sound of frustration, almost like a grumble, and squirmed free of his embrace by slipping down under the covers where he closed his mouth snugly over Sesshomaru's cock and pleasured him perfectly until he came with a guttural cry, shooting his cum into the boy's throat, ending his thrusts on a note of utter satisfaction and a feeling that he could lie here in this bed for the rest of his life.
The warm bundle that had worked its way under the covers to please him then wormed back up beside him, and the silvery head slid back up onto the pillows – still making those adorable grumbling noises. Sesshomaru reached for him, planted a kiss between his triangular ear flaps, and pulled him back into his arms.
Inuyasha resisted being held for a few minutes, but eventually his muscles relaxed and he slept, and Sesshomaru was almost able to lie to himself that he was snuggling into his embrace.
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