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Fit For Dogs	By : Arianawray Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 25002 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Squeaking Good Time
Sesshomaru glared intently at the Jack Russell Terrier pup scampering around his living room like a super-turbo-powered machine on four legs. Up, down, over, under, back, forth, left and right it went – all over the apartment – never seeming to pause for even one moment. The taiyoukai could almost swear that if the damn thing could turn itself inside-out it would too.
It had initially been in awe of him when Inuyasha brought it home and set it down on the carpet in front of him, but it was quite young and silly and had rapidly lost its fear. It was now ignoring him as it chased a ball, worried the blinds, played tug of war with Inuyasha's jeans by latching onto them with its teeth and tugging backwards furiously, and barked at anything and everything, at top volume.
"When exactly did you say the owner of this… little beast… is coming by to pick it up?" Sesshomaru asked his brother, who seemed to be taking the extreme hyperactivity of the pup in his stride.
"At about four," Inuyasha replied casually, letting the dog clamp its jaws over his fingers and yank at them with such determination that even when the half-demon raised his arm right off the floor, the terrier went along with it and continued to cling to his hand, four little legs working frantically in the air.
"And why exactly did you agree to babysit it?" the taiyoukai asked, feeling a rare headache blooming in his temples as the dog released Inuyasha's fingers, fell back to the carpet, scampered in circles around him in a frenzy, and barked sharply and loudly at the novelty of being dangled and dropped.
"Jenny had an emergency," Inuyasha murmured, grabbing the dog, pinching its cheeks, stretching its ears and scratching its back, which only got it even more excited. "Jenny – the girl from my acoustic drum class, remember? Her sister's ill, and she has to look after her kids until their other sister takes the next shift, and the dog and the kids just don't mix."
"I don't think the dog and I mix either," was Sesshomaru's deadpan comment.
"Oh, come on, you put up with Miss Chatterbox Rin for ages!" the half-demon countered.
"Whenever I told that child to shut up, she actually did. This thing doesn't shut up, no matter what language is used to address it."
"He's only a pup!" Inuyasha sighed. "And he's a Jack Russell pup. He doesn't know the meaning of 'shut up'."
"Nonetheless, would you please try to keep it quiet before I decide to get in touch with my cannibalistic side?"
"You are in touch with your cannibalistic side," Inuyasha teased. "You love putting me in your mouth…"
Sesshomaru, however, seemed to have lost his sense of humour, and only glared stonily at Inuyasha, making his brother's grin disappear swiftly.
"Fine, fine," Inuyasha muttered. "Jenny did give me a bag of his toys – let me see if there's anything in here that will keep him occupied."
At the sight of the drawstring bag, the pup leaped for joy and zoomed in on it, diving right inside with its stump of a tail quivering, and emerging with a toy – which unfortunately turned Sesshomaru's facial expression into one even more murderous than before, for the item the pup had seized was a hot-dog-shaped squeaky toy.
SQUEAK! SQUEAK! SQUEAK! SQUEAK! SQUEAK! SQUEAK! SQUEAK! SQUEAK! SQUEAK!
"Oh, kami," the taiyoukai rumbled menacingly, getting up. But instead of killing the pup, he showed remarkable self-restraint by merely stalking off to his bedroom and shutting the door firmly after him.
Although the doors of the apartment were thick and the soundproofing excellent, Sesshomaru had very sharp ears, so the racket continued to hound him in the room.
SQUEAK! SQUEAK! SQUEAK! SQUEAK! SQUEAK! SQUEAK! SQUEAK! SQUEAK! SQUEAK!
In the end, he had to resort to a pair of foam ear plugs, which did a reasonable job of muting the assault on his senses as he spent the afternoon going over his business and household accounts.
At five minutes to four, the squeaking was still going on intermittently, and Sesshomaru stared hard at the clock on his desk, willing the minute hand to move into a perfectly upright position. Once it did, he removed his ear plugs, opened his bedroom door to the sounds of more squeaking, and returned to the living room to stare pointedly at Inuyasha and the pup, who dropped the hot-dog squeaky toy and ran over to bite Sesshomaru's toes.
Inuyasha was on his mobile phone, talking to someone. At the taiyoukai's reappearance in the living room, he ended the call and said to his brother: "You'll be thrilled to know that Jenny is downstairs right at this moment. The pup is going. Now would you stop looking like you're about to kill someone?"
Scuffling and chaos followed as the half-demon tried to keep the squirming creature still long enough to put its little blue harness on and clip the pawprint-patterned leash to it, a development that only made the pup release another volley of high-pitched barks. Inuyasha scrambled out of the apartment with it, snatching up the bag of toys on the way to the door.
Sesshomaru could hear the pup continuing to bark noisily in the lobby, and even part of the way down as it rode the elevator to the ground floor with Inuyasha.
Silence at last.
The taiyoukai sat on his sofa and leaned back, immensely relieved that things were quiet and peaceful again. But as he rested his head against the back of the sofa and was about to close his eyes to soak in the pleasure of silence, he spotted something in bright and shiny shades of red, yellow, green and brown under the dining table.
It was the hot-dog squeaky toy, eye-catching with its rubbery yet glossy fake ketchup, fake mustard, fake lettuce and fake sausage in a sesame-seed bread roll. Sesshomaru groaned. That silly brother of his had left the toy behind in his hurry to get the dog out of the apartment. He rose and picked the toy up, then glanced out of the window at the pavement downstairs – only to see Inuyasha's friend, Jenny, getting into her car with the still-barking dog and driving away.
Too late.
As he watched the car disappear up the road, he saw Inuyasha getting drawn into a game of tug and fetch with the German Shepherd Dog who lived in the ground-floor duplex on the south side of their apartment complex.
Well, he would be at it for a while. At least that damn dog didn't have ticks any more.
Sesshomaru tossed the squeaky toy onto the coffee table, so Inuyasha would see it when he came back up, and hopefully would remember to return it to his friend another time.
As he sat down on the sofa again and relaxed his limbs, however, he couldn't stop looking at the toy on the coffee table right before him. It looked so artificial, so shiny, so… interesting. Why did dogs like these things so much?
Out of curiosity, Sesshomaru picked up the toy again and gave it a sniff. It smelt of oily plastic and rubber and dyes and puppy drool, the last of which was not offensive to the dog-demon, but even a little bit appealing, despite the noisiness of the pup it had come from.
His curiosity extended a little further as he tentatively put one end of the toy into his mouth and bit on it.
Squeak.
Hmm. That was nowhere near the volume the pup had been able to generate. He moved his mouth closer to the middle of the toy and sank his teeth into the plump centre of the hot-dog, where most of the fake ketchup and mustard was.
SQUEAK!
Now that was more like it.
SQUEAK! SQUEAK!!
Ah, that was satisfying – it felt like he was biting the life out of some creature which ought to be honoured that he had chosen to make supper of it, without having to clean up the blood and guts and bits of skin that invariably stuck to one's back teeth.
SQUEAK! SQUEAK!! SQUEAK!!!
Ooh, that squealing creature was so dying under his mighty jaws. Die, prey, die! SQUEAK!!! SQUEAK!!!! SQUEAK!!!!!
The sound of its screams of terror and pain sounded oh so good to the superior breed of predator he was. SQUEAK! SQUEAK! SQUEAK! SQUEAK! Lord of the wilds, king of the forests, ruler of the world….
The front door opened and Sesshomaru dropped the toy like a hot potato.
Inuyasha came in, covered in German Shepherd Dog hair, and immediately spotted the toy on the coffee table.
"Damn! Did I leave that behind?" he grumbled. "I'll have to return it to Jenny tomorrow when I see her."
The half-demon walked up to the coffee table, picked up the toy, and was carrying it to the side-table near the door where he would be sure to see it the next time he left the apartment, when he stopped and sniffed at it.
He sniffed at it again. And again. And then turned slowly to stare at his brother.
"This totally smells of your drool!" Inuyasha said accusingly.
"Does not."
"Does too."
"Does not."
"It does too! You've been playing with it, haven't you, you big idiot?"
Inuyasha squeezed the toy to make it squeak.
"Stop that," Sesshomaru warned.
Inuyasha squeezed the toy again. "Oooh, you like it, don't you, you big fluffy softie of an overgrown puppy? Huh? Huh? Who's a goofy boy who loves his widdle squeaky toy?"
SQUEAK! SQUEAK!
"Inuyasha…" Sesshomaru growled as he stood up, but he was turning faintly pink under his scowl.
"If widdle poochie-woochie wants his widdle squeaky toy he's gonna have to come get it from me…" Inuyasha sang, dancing away with the hot-dog.
"I have no interest in that ridiculous toy."
"Oh, sure you don't – getting tooth marks and saliva all over it is a really strong sign of absence of interest, isn't it, now? Woo-hoo, I'm gonna love telling wolf-boy and Shippo all about this!"
"If you dare suggest to our friends that I would lower myself so far as to bite on a squeaky toy, that backside of yours will be the next thing that squeaks," Sesshomaru threatened.
"Oh, will it now?" Inuyasha hooted. "So squeaking does turn you on! Knew it! Bet you'll be more interested in salivating over the squeaky toy than my backside – maybe you'll try to spank me with it – double the fun, with extra sound effects too!"
"Inuyasha…" Sesshomaru's growl rose in volume until the half-demon heard the distinctly menacing tone in it, and fled into the guest room, where Sesshomaru could not get to him.
***
They called a truce at dinnertime, and ate together in relative peace, with Inuyasha refraining from smirking, and Sesshomaru holding back from growling.
But at some point between dinner and bedtime, Inuyasha must have slipped into the main bedroom without Sesshomaru's knowledge, for when the taiyoukai retired for the night, he lifted the covers to find that his brother had placed the squeaky toy on the side of the bed he normally slept on, and had dressed it in a doll's nightie, with two felt-pen marks on one end of it as eyes, and a slash of lipstick for a mouth, and a note that read: "I'll make you feel sooooo good, my widdle hot dog!"
"INUYASHA!" Sesshomaru roared, the depth and resonance of his snarl promising all kinds of retribution that would surely culminate in a half-demon's backside squeaking for mercy.
Inuyasha sprinted for the guest room.
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