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Save Me	By : Angels9191 Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8166 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Foxy
- 2-Powerless
- 3-Submerged
- 4-Savior
- 5-Dedication
- 6-Tests
- 7-Behind the Mask
- 8-Arrival
- 9-Mine
- 5
- 6
- 7
[And here it is, the latest chapter, I really hope you readers enjoy. Leave me a review if you see fit, I love getting feedback.]

Chapter 6 – Tests

Lord Sesshomaru led the hanyou through the great forests of his land for another day, walking at half his normal pace. He was deep in thought the entire time, trying to work out how he felt about Kitaru’s story.

It was no secret that he wasn’t a fan of hanyou, but he certainly didn’t encourage that level of abuse. Sure, he wouldn’t mind if all of the half-demons in his land were executed or banished somewhere else, but he had long realized that his hatred for his insolent half-brother wasn’t solely based on the fact that he was half human. Sesshomaru tended not to dwell too much on this realization.

Though he avoided looking at Kitaru throughout the journey, he surprised himself with the level of protectiveness he felt for his new pet. He found that he would instinctively tense when he caught the scent of a low level demon or heard claws padding along the forest floor some miles away from them. Of course his demonic aura kept all but the stupidest creatures away, so there was no reason for him to feel tense. But again and again he had to tell himself to relax his shoulders. What was this newfound feeling?

He remembered the innocent look that overtook the hanyou’s features when he slept and when Sesshomaru had protected him, and then pushed the memory to the back of his mind for the time being. He would think on those feelings at a later date.

What was at the forefront of his mind was who would dare start an operation the likes of which Kitaru described right under his nose? He understood that perhaps the people in charge might have assumed that Sesshomaru wouldn’t care about their ventures because of his known dislike for hanyou, but the fact remained that they had not breathed a word to it to him, and he would not stand for that.

I should know everything that goes on inside my lands, he thought, especially something as extreme as that.

He felt anger in the pit of his stomach that this had been so blatantly hidden from him. Someone was going to pay for this when he returned to his palace.

As the day wore on Sesshomaru heard the telltale sounds of a grumbling stomach and realized that his pet hadn’t eaten in days. The powerful youkai tended to forget about food, so little was his necessity for it. He sniffed the air and realized that they were within walking distance of a village slightly north of them, and from the smell of it they had food.

He made the slight change in direction and Kitaru followed him without question even though he was showing obvious signs of fatigue.

Sesshomaru felt the sadistic side of himself begin to rise in anticipation of how the slave would behave completely bare and vulnerable in public. Part of him hoped that the hanyou would react badly so that Sesshomaru would have another excuse to punish the boy. Amusement flickered in his eyes as he recalled the delicious way Kitaru had begged to be fucked, to be used and abused by his merciless master.

With these thoughts occupying his mind the great demon continued to head for the town, and it wasn’t long before they broke through the tree line and saw the tall wooden wall of the village about 100 meters away. The sun was setting and there was a slow stream of people on horseback, riding in carts, or just simply walking on foot toward the town for the night. Buildings peeped over the top of the high fence where smoke from fireplaces drifted lazily toward the twilight clouds. A large bell rang out three times, signaling that the city gates would soon be closing.

Sesshomaru strode toward the town, holding himself in his usual commanding, slightly board way. Kitaru tagged along after him, “Master?” he said quietly before they came too much closer.

“Mmm?”

“I… I’m still unclothed,” he mumbled.

The youkai paused and waited.

Kitaru continued, “Wouldn’t… wouldn’t it be… well… improper or something for me to be with you in this state?” he asked, a blush rising to his cheeks.

Sesshomaru glared down at him, the displeasure in his expression making the hanyou quake and lower his head in respect as the daiyoukai said in a stern voice, “I am aware of your condition, slave. Do not dare question me,” and ended to discussion there.

The Inu lord had wondered where Kitaru’s weaknesses were, and guessed that he might be self-conscious about his body. It was a common enough insecurity among lower level demons, and hanyou were even worse, being told throughout their whole lives that they were dirty and unworthy of any kind of attention. If it turned out to be that Kitaru was insecure that would have to be the first thing to go and probably the hardest. Defiance could be beaten out. Anger could be extinguished. The youkai was powerful enough to make the strongest demon submit to him. Strengths were not a problem for Sesshomaru. Weaknesses were much more complicated. Kitaru would have to become completely comfortable in his own skin, and it wouldn’t be easy to make him submit to that concept.

They made their way toward the town, the little fox’s tail wrapped tightly around himself and his growing blush the only thing he had for clothing. He tried to stay partially behind Sesshomaru, hiding himself behind his intimidating master so hopefully the townsfolk would be less inclined to notice him.

Sesshomaru recognized the town as they approached; he had stayed there multiple times in the past during his travels throughout his country, and knew that they would respect him and his new toy. At least, they would if they knew what was good for them. They had dealt with Rin just fine, so the townsfolk were rather used to seeing their lord with strange companions. This would be a test to see if Kitaru could hold his own when he didn’t think his master there to protect him. Sesshomaru would not keep company with a completely weak and helpless creature. The only time he demanded those traits were when he was playing with his toys.

He had confidence that Kitaru would not be a pathetic pushover like so many other people Sesshomaru was forced to interact with.

They reached the main gate, the steady flow of travelers quickly getting out of his way as they recognized the signature silvery-white hair and hulking plume of white fur. The two guards at the gate bowed low, holding face except for the slight tremble in their knees. They were both human and though they couldn’t sense demonic auras as wll as other demons and half-demons they knew real power when they saw it.

“My lord,” the older one started, still bowing, “your humble servants are here to please you. You and your-” he glanced at the beet red Kitaru, “-companion, are forever welcome here.”

Sesshomaru just nodded in a board way before striding into the medium sized town. People were bustling everywhere; lighting handing paper lanterns as the streets grew darker, making last minute purchases, closing up their varied shops and heading home for the night. All of them made way for their lord and his pet, keeping their eyes cast down from Sesshomaru while staring blatantly at Kitaru. The fox hanyou tried to avoid their stares but he could feel them, hundreds of eyes scrutinizing every part of his exposed body. He felt he could hear their thoughts, laughing at him, pointing at his small body, his now tiny, flaccid cock, the word half-breed echoed around in his head.

The little fox stuck close to his master, finding comfort that no one would try anything while he was obviously in Sesshomaru’s possession.

The great lord towered over all of the humans in the town, a head taller than all of them at least, and looked lazily around the main street. Kitaru glared at the dirt under his feet, his embarrassment at being so exposed in public giving rise to angry rebelliousness again. His sensitive ears picked up whispers around them, whispers that both he and his demon master heard: half-demon, half-breed.

Sesshomaru watched as the boy looked up to where the voices had come from and glared at the crowd of people around them, challenge in his eyes. Sesshomaru hadn’t seen that challenge since they day he had met Kitaru.

Rather pleased, Sesshomaru gazed languidly over the crowd of humans, looking at the various shops. He didn’t actually need anything, but he wanted to increase the test for his pet. He strode to the entrance of a nearby shop and turned to Kitaru. “Stay out here,” he commanded before sliding into the shop, ducking slightly to avoid hitting his head on the low doorframe. Human towns, he thought, annoyed. The humans who were still browsing quickly fled the shop and the shop owner himself bowed low from behind his counter.

The daiyoukai looked slowly around the place. It was some sort of trinket store, the sort that he actually found rather irritating. Why would anyone want to fill their space with cheap little pieces of junk? He pretended to by interested in a set of cylindrical wooden tea cups, meanwhile paying attention to how Kitaru was doing outside.

The half-demon was astonished that his master would leave him outside the shop, alone, and naked. He leaned against the wall of the shop, his tail wrapped tightly around him and stared at his feet, trying his hardest to ignore everyone who walked past and the incessant grumbling of his stomach. Sesshomaru could smell his embarrassment and also the frustration and anger. Looks like his actions were not pleasing at all to his little pet. The boy might be a masochist, but exhibitionist he certainly was not.

Sesshomaru continued to subtly watch his hanyou as the boy became surrounded by a group of three human boys. This aught to be telling, the great lord thought as he watched with interest.

Kitaru glared up at the group of boys who stared at him with haughty grins spread over their faces.

“You’re a slave, aren’t you, half-breed?” one of them demanded, drawing out the word ‘slave’ like a curse.

The fox continued to glare at them, his hands balled into fists. He didn’t answer.

“Why else would you be trotting around naked?” another sneered.

“Hey where’s your master, slave?”

“I bet you’re owned by some fat old man,”

“Yeah! I bet he gets off on touching you and trotting you around naked!”

They laughed cruelly, but Kitaru didn’t react, he just continued to glare at them darkly. Sesshomaru wondered if Kitaru would make a move to defend himself at all.

Finally, after a few more taunts, one of the boys shoved the half-fox, and Kitaru snapped around with a well positioned punch right into the boy’s nose. Sesshomaru heard the lovely crunch of cartilage and bone crushing and the boy stumbled back, holding his bleeding face.

The other two boys charged but couldn’t get past the fox hanyou’s furious claws, swiping at them faster than their measly human eyes could keep up with. Soon they were covered in deep claw gashes and wisely decided to run before Kitaru decided to start using his teeth.

The hanyou’s tail was no longer wrapped around him, it was now out and up slightly to provide balance, and his whole body was in a fighting pose, ready for the next attacker.

Sesshomaru was mildly impressed. He wondered if this behavior of waiting for the first punch was something he learned while he was a slave for his previous masters. The demon lord would have to train him how to react to those situations now that the boy was his property. Still, he was pleased that the boy did know how to defend himself physically.

The youkai lord gracefully exited the shop and took notice when the hanyou wrapped his tail around himself again and avoided his master’s gaze. Sesshomaru could smell the resentment wafting from the slave at the treatment and couldn’t wait to reprimand him for it. If the hanyou wanted his protection he would have to have faith in his master and not question any action the lord made.

“Come,” he commanded, and then made his way through the crowd again. Kitaru followed closely behind, nearly stepping on his master’s heals. He wasn’t happy, but he wouldn’t give up the powerful youkai’s protection for anything.

Sesshomaru led him to the best inn the town had and stepped in rather grudgingly. The establishment didn’t have the usual drunkards and shady men about, but it was plain and rather dreary with the low light and dark wooden beams holding up the roof.

The older innkeeper bowed as low as he could without falling to the floor, “My lord,” he said softly, his voice rough and gravely, “a pleasure as always. Your room is free of course. Please stay as long as you desire.”

The demon lord barely acknowledged the man except to say, “I require a meal,” as he swept past and headed to the room he had rented indefinitely. His room was located at the very back of the inn and was the biggest. It contained a full-sized bed, a chest of drawers, a bedside table and oil lamp, a back patio and an outdoor shower.

Kitaru looked around the room curiously. Though the small room was humble and plainly furnished, it was still nicer than any place he had ever slept in. He wondered if his master would in fact let him sleep in the room or if he would have to sleep outside again. He hoped he would at least get a blanket.

The young fox felt a surge of anger again at his master’s treatment. This was so embarrassing! He hated being paraded around like some freak show for all eyes to see. He had been able to deal with the slavers’ verbal abuse, their whips and fists, but when he had been faced with outsiders his will had broken and he would either snap and attack or fall to his dirty knees and soak up the abuse like a sponge.

This treatment that Sesshomaru was giving him cut deep and left him resenting ever having run into the Lord of the West.

None of this went completely unnoticed by the youkai, he could smell the agitation burning from the hanyou, but decided to wait to see if the slave would be able to calm himself down, or if his anger controlled him.

He said nothing as he slowly removed his shiny armor and hung it on a large wooden rack. Kitaru glanced at his master and started when he looked even more intimidating without the layer of armor. It showed just how little of the youkai’s power came from his appearance, as if the absence of armor left the lord’s demonic aura exposed and even more terrifying. Kitaru quickly looked away again.

A soft knock on the door signaled their food had arrived. “Enter,” Sesshomaru rumbled, to which the old innkeeper came in with a large plate of rare meat and some fresh bread. The man set the plate down on the bedside table, bowed, then left, closing the sliding door behind him.

Sesshomaru took a seat on the bed, reclining back and putting his feet up. “Eat,” he commanded. Kitaru jumped and looked wide-eyed at the plate of food before looking down at his feet again. He didn’t move toward the food.

“Or would you prefer your punishment first?” he asked, and then withheld a smile as frustration rolled off the slave. But the little hanyou couldn’t seem to control the hint of arousal that also permeated his scent at the prospect of being punished.

Though he was hungry, Kitaru realized that his master had been testing him. It didn’t make his anger subside, but it made him want to test his master in return. Sesshomaru wasn’t known for his patience, and the fox wondered just where the limit of that patience was.

Besides, he didn’t mind some extra punishment if it meant he could get something of a rise from the stoic demon lord.

“I would prefer some clothes… master,” he added, almost too late.

Sesshomaru raised a delicate brow at the fox’s tone. He looked him over and took in the sharp contour of his shoulders, the tenseness in his stomach, and the glint in his eye, and realized that the defiant little hanyou was trying to turn the tables.

Faster than Kitaru could react, the demon lord had both of his hands pinned against the bars of the armor rack. The half-fox sucked in a breath and nearly choked on the wave of overpowering demonic aura that Sesshomaru poured over him.

“It seems my obedient little slave from before remained in the forest,” the deep voice purred from above him. Kitaru felt dizzy and couldn’t find it in him to resist as he felt his hands being bound. “You don’t make decisions anymore slave unless I instruct you to make a decision,” Sesshomaru continued, tightening leather straps around the slave’s wrists, “If I deem it that you should remain nude in public then it is not your place to request clothes.”

The predator stepped back and amused golden eyes bore down on the now helpless fox as he tried to return his breathing to normal. I’ll have to tie him up more, Sesshomaru thought as he noticed the rising erection between the hanyou’s legs.

Deadly claws turned green as the daiyoukai unfurled his whip and sent it flying over Kitaru’s stomach. The slave gasped, eyes popping as the whip left a nice red welt on his skin.

Sesshomaru was merciless. His whip found every part of the slave’s body, leaving nothing unscathed. Soon the hanyou was screaming and moaning continuously as the whip lashed his stomach, arms, legs, and his ever hardening cock. By the time the beating stopped Kitaru had completely lost himself, his eyes rolled back into his skull in the pure bliss of aroused pain.

The demon lord studied the raw hanyou, taking in the reddened skin, the lines from the whip lashes, the sweat and pre-cum pouring off the slave; he was pleased, but far from finished.

He swiftly untied the slave and dragged him out to the walled-off shower room and proceeded to tie him to one of the wooden posts that made up the wall. He kept the bonds slack enough so that the hanyou had a small range of motion, but not enough so that he would be able to sit down.

“I have some business to attend to,” he rumbled, “you will stay here until I return. In the meantime think about this body that used to be yours.”

With that the demon lord exited, leaving the door to the shower wide open. He would return in a few hours, there were some people in town that he would like to see.

Kitaru felt his master’s presence fade, and slowly came to the realization that he was utterly alone. He tested the bonds and it was immediately apparent that he wasn’t going anywhere. The young fox sighed and resigned himself to an uncomfortable evening. The worst part though was that his rock hard little cock had gotten no attention, and the bonds were just too short for him to touch himself. Though it didn’t keep him from trying.

As the slave struggled to find some relief, the human boys from earlier were busy rounding up more of their comrades. They had heard the cries of the slave and knew that revenge could be theirs if only they waited. Their patience had paid off, as the large group of boys slowly made their way to the open door of the shower room.

[Oh noes! What's gonna happen??? ;P]
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