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A Tale of Tales	By : GoddessEva Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 8801 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha, nor do I make any money off of this work. InuYasha is the property of RumikoTakahashi, though is He weren't he and his brother would never defeat Naraku, or anyone else because they would be fucking like bunnies.

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Chapter 6

To gaze upon them after so long and seeing how well they had grown was almost too much for the poor half-demon, whose eyes glistened with unshed tears at the sight of his two most precious. He drank in their appearances, their fine kimonos, their well-brushed and well-oiled hair, their perfectly shaped boots fashioned from what he was sure was the finest leather available to them and lined with the softest of furs; yes these regal creatures were his precious and lost brothers and he was proud and humbled to see how well they had grown and how finely they had been treated while growing. Saiou had grown the most, he thought, coming to be almost a head taller then he himself had grown during their separation. His long black hair reached the very bottom-most part of his back, his bangs short and tapering off to the side in the same fashion that most lordlings wore their bangs in order to display a mark at the center of their foreheads, though Saiou had none and never would. Takeshi was taller still, though he had always been thus, and his long silver-grey hair was pulled up into a straight stiff pony tail sitting high on the top of his head, his eyes distant almost cold, though InuYasha could see plain that this was more due to his training and education as a demon noble rather than a true emotional void, just as Lord Sesshomaru’s devoid expression was a product of breeding and education. They stood there before him, perfect royal twins, so beautiful and safe and whole and untouched by harshness, and missed; while he, hanyou, a slave and possession of their lord-brother whom they had surely come to adore much more than himself for he was most like them whereas InuYasha was a complete foil to them…though a voice reminded him he would always be the greatest of three sons and most certainly much more powerful than they as it should and would always be, no matter how well-groomed they appeared.

His breath caught in his throat as he felt Lord Sesshomaru’s aura extend to tickle the edges of his senses, which he had withdrawn unknowingly at the emergence of his precious mother’s other children. InuYasha felt his sovereign move to stand directly behind him exerting his own authority over the situation, stating clearly to the young halflings that he would not be ignored in his own home. He resisted the urge to answer this rise in dominant power with a rise of his own, though not dominant, certainly formidable in an instinctual drive to assert protection. But they were not his to protect any longer, they were Sesshomaru’s they all were, and he had no right to do such a thing and would surely earn a harsh punishment for it. So he stuffed it down into the place all other undesirable emotions memories and experiences went when they interfered with his current and present situational awareness. InuYasha turned his head slightly tilting it upwards to expose himself to Lord Sesshomaru and acknowledge his dominance over the situation; submitting openly to the silent command that he return his attention to where Lord Sesshomaru believed it rightly belonged.

“Takeshi, Saiou return to your chambers and finish preparing yourselves for your coming of age. We will discuss this when…if I choose, and certainly at another time. Now is not appropriate nor is your outburst and lack of decorum appreciated.” Sesshomaru stated, never removing his eyes from where they were burning holes into the young half-demon’s own; never releasing them from his own all-encompassing attentions. “Remove yourselves from my presence at once and do not think to be in it again until you have learned to behave yourselves accordingly.”
Sesshomaru noted, immediately, the defiance that appeared in Takeshi’s eyes as soon as the words left his lips. This, if nothing else, is what drew most of his absolute disdain for the boy. How dare this child, this…this incompetent churl barely worth more than the dirt he walked upon, the food required to sustain him, and the clothes upon his back think to stand in defiance of him, Lord Sesshomaru? It was unnatural that such a creature should be housed with him, never mind consider itself his equal, and yet there he stood, on his Lady Mother’s grace alone, thinking to challenge his superior as he had always done in the past. Where this filth attained this level of self-confidence and assurance, he would never know for surely the child had accomplished nothing in his short life to ever earn it for himself. In any case, it would cease, and he would make it so.
He was mollified, a bit, when he saw Saiou grasp Takeshi’s sleeve and move him away from the door. Although he, too, possessed the same defiance in his gaze as Takeshi, he also possessed a healthy fear of The Lord Sesshomaru; very likely due to his mortal status. Whatever the case, they were departing, succumbing to his will and absconding with their lives. Had they chosen to openly defy him…well, they hadn’t so speculating on the spectacular manner in which he would have executed them was altogether pointless. After all, what need had he for violent fantasy when he had a hanyou to enjoy? In all manner of things, he would make this creature his own that no one would ever question to whom this lovely being belonged.
InuYasha was at a loss. He so longed to reach out to them, to call them back to him when he noted that they were heeding their Lord brother’s warning. He supposed, though, that it was for the best. After all, if Lord Kairo feared Sesshomaru, it made sense that the boys would as well. Still, it was painful to watch them walk away from him again, as they had all those years ago; he felt his heart breaking as present happenings entangled themselves with his memories so that he was simultaneous reliving and feeling anew the loss of those once most precious to him. He was overwhelmed by the wave of conflicting emotion this invoked within him. Never before had he felt so indecisive. On the one-hand he knew it was selfish to desire their presence over that of his Lord and Master, despite the fact that they were his siblings and so much more valuable to him than the pleasure of any of his Lord’s had ever been. However, he knew Lord Sesshomaru would never tolerate such, especially after he so callously sent them away in the first place, and it pained him to see that they were met with such disdain by their brother despite being relatively equal to him socially; did Lord Sesshomaru value nothing over power and beauty? Was he truly so vain? Or perhaps, InuYasha thought to himself returning his eyes to the gaze of his new lord after breaking away for such a short time, perhaps he means to treat me with the same disdain he does them. More, most probably, after he satisfies whatever lust it is I see shining behind his eyes. He resisted the sudden urge to snarl, an action out of character even before he was a slave. I am not my brother’s. I may be a slave but I am still InuYasha greatest of three sons and I will not be treated as though I were less than dirt underneath someone’s feet. I didn’t tolerate from Kairo, I didn’t tolerate it from Yamamoto and I will not tolerate it from Sesshomaru. Not like this; not in this form. He was too great a creature to be treated in such a manner, surely Sesshomaru could see that.
Despite his supplicatory behavior, he still remembered himself, who he was and would always be. He returned his gaze to his Lord, a new fire burning in his eyes. He knew that he would probably be punished for it, this newfound defiance, but he simply couldn’t allow himself to be used in such a disgraceful manner; once was enough, and that once had come at the sake and safety of those he held to be most dear. His duplicitous demeanor he had when serving his lords- his habit of thinking ill yet serving loyalty- came only insofar as he expected, correctly, that they would all drop away in time, as was the nature of all such things as a lesser being claiming ownership of one that is by its very nature greater than itself. However, he was wholly himself again and he would not allow himself to be anything other than what he is; he was the son of InuTaisho, and even if he wasn’t, he was InuYasha the greatest of three son; forever and always.
When Sesshomaru returned his eyes to his Hanyou, he was startled by what he saw there. This wasn’t the same almost timid creature that he had encountered days before; this was a son of his father, there could be no doubt, the fire in his eyes matched only by the sharp scent of his ire and the obvious scent of his displeasure that began to pervade the area they occupied. What had caused this change in his Hanyou, he could not say for he did not know; perhaps there was an annoyance in the room that only the child could sense, or perhaps the twins had irritated him as well. Whatever the case may be he would rectify the situation immediately. Filled with a newfound determination to please the creature before him, he turned his full attention to his InuYasha, raking his eyes over the form previously hidden from his site and senses.
He was slender, his hair reaching down to brush the lower edges of what Sesshomaru was sure would be a perfectly formed bottom- how could I be anything less- his skin was pale and painted with the most lovely markings; when he gazed at his flesh he felt as though he were gazing in to the face of the moon painted in shades of midnight. His eyes were a clear, feral shade of Honey amber, much more precious than any gold he had ever seen; there was a gleam in his irises and a fire dancing in his pupils, a sure sign that he was a proud son of InuTaisho. Yes, this creature was a worthy sibling, companion, and perhaps…even mate. A smirk found its way to Sesshomaru’s face as his inner demon purred at the thought of conquering such a creature; set in his jaw, fire in his soul, pride in his heart, and a strength of spirit that would sure be a pleasure to usurp, a laudable candidate indeed. He had long searched for a mate, and his mother had been more-than helpful in aiding his search, to the point of being an irritant. She had paraded women and submissive men, including the two boys currently living with her, the children of the Harlot Izayoi. His eyes narrowed at the thought of those two….beasts. They were filthy as children, constantly running around the gardens covering themselves in muck and then tracking it into the house, as though they imagined they should be free to do as they pleased. Sesshomaru had put a stop to that almost immediately as it had begun to affect his own comings and goings. Not that it mattered any longer; they were of mating age now, they would be mated off to this lord or that, and they would bother him no longer.
His eyes wandered over the figure of his hanyou once again, his fingers reaching out of their own accord to dance across the silky flesh of rose colored cheeks. Their eyes locked, and Sesshomaru found himself drawn to the fire he found inside a sea of amber and gold, like the sap from the tree of ages, they swirled with opulent light, luring him in with their siren song playing across his heart strings. There was something else, though, within that proud visage that was as clear as the fire he had become so fond of so quickly; disdain. Yes, it was evident to the demon lord that this proud creature was in no way interested in him in any sort of romantic fashion. Indeed, it seemed that, rather than be tempted by his touch he was…not repulsed, but certainly not welcoming. No matter, he thought to himself sliding the pads of his fingers down the strong column of the boy’s neck, this creature is more than worthy of the slow seduction I have in store. I will simply have to be more…creative in my planning; this is no simple courtesan I desire after all.
He was pulled from his thoughts at the sound of Machiro clearing his throat, having apparently recovered from his previous stupefaction. “My lord, if I may take the liberty of examining the child before you, to ensure that no harm came to him physically in the wake of such an unmasking?”
The Daiyoukai narrowed his eyes, thinking for a moment before responding. “No. I shall conduct my own…examination. Rest assured, sorcerer, I shall be quite thorough.” A smirk played on his features at the shudder that wracked the body of the lovely creature before him. Yes, it shall be thorough indeed.
“As you wish my lord, however I would suggest you take him to be examined by a healer, purely as a precaution; sooner rather than later, if it please you.” With that, Machiro took his leave of them, bowing in respect to his lord and the hanyou beside him.
As soon as they were alone, a sly smile found its way onto Lord Sesshomaru’s face, sending unpleasant shivers down InuYasha’s spine. His gaze met his Lord’s and he was filled with instant dread at the presence of naked lust he saw in amber spheres. “Come child,” the baritone voice called, reaching across his skin; intimately caressing his flesh, leaving goose-bumps in its wake, “it is time we retired to our chamber. You will be clothed in proper evening attire and in the morning, you will receive your examination.”
The sensual threat hidden in those words was almost too much for the Hanyou to bear, though he followed after his Lord as he was supposed to do, his knees quaked beneath him. Never had he felt such weakness in his limbs; yes he despised this lord for the abysmal treatment his brother’s surely bore by his hand…and yet his heart trembled, his body ached in ways it had never done before. Was this lust? He shook his head and shoulders delicately to dispel the feeling, he was InuYasha, son of InuTaisho, greatest of three sons, and it was high time he stood tall and reclaimed his rightful dignity. He would not give in to his base desires and he would certainly not be used like a common whore. The days he allowed himself to be emotionally manipulated were long over; no more broken promises of summer love, no poor suitors claiming his hand one minute and chasing after skirts the next; he had long assumed he would die mateless and unused; one violation of his person was enough for a lifetime…
A/N: It isn’t very long and probably isn’t worth your wait, but having been accepted to Stanford Law School, on top of all the personal collapses of my life, I simply haven’t had the time to write to the standards that you’ve probably come to expect. For this, I apologize. I never meant to disparage your reading experience nor did I mean to subject you to my personal angst in the form of poor writing, and I assure you it will not happen again if I can help it. I cannot promise that the next chapter will be longer, nor can I promise that it will be posted any sooner than this one, but I can promise that this story is not dead, and that you will be seeing much more of Saiou and Takeshi. Thank you to those that have stayed with me throughout the life span of this story, brief though it may be and again apologize for the relatively poor quality of the writing.
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