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Nobody's Bitch but Mine	By : kittenchild Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 11778 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A/N: I'm totally updating on this site first...just because. ;) Everyone else can wait a day!
Chapter Seven:
Sesshoumaru glanced down at the beaten wolf in his arms. Kouga’s face, usually a dusky tan from his time spent outdoors, was nothing more than a mass of mottled bruises. His nose, usually so straight and proud, had been broken at some point and blood seeped steadily from that particular wound. The corners of his mouth were red and jagged from where he had tried to bite through the gag. One of the wolf’s shoulders had been badly dislocated, and blood stained his left shoulder. He had a cut lip that also left a small trail of blood tearing down his face.
As if that weren’t bad enough, the wolf had also walked toward him with a noticeable limp in his step. Apparently he had somehow managed to injure his right leg. He had been in the Mountain Cat’s possession for little more than an hour and had much to show for it.
Sesshoumaru firmed his jaw. He had run through the forest as if the very hounds of hell had been on his heels, and still he hadn’t been able to reach the prince in time. If not for the mark on Kouga’s shoulder, Sesshoumaru doubted his wolf would have survived his ordeal.
Over and over as Sesshoumaru had been making his way through the wood, he had felt the wolf’s anguish and fear. It had started off as righteous anger, and quickly deteriorated into full on panic. It was when Sesshoumaru had heard the wolf screaming through their mental bond (which appeared to be completely one sided), that he had finally picked up the wolf’s trail. He closed his eyes briefly at the memory.
‘No! Gods no! Not that! Stop!’ he had heard the wolf sob, his voice a desperate, rattling scream that tore through Sesshoumaru’s mind. What had gotten to Sesshoumaru the most, however, was moments later when the wolf’s mental shouts had become a desperate plea.
‘Sesshoumaru! Lord Sesshoumaru! God, I’m so fucking sorry! I shouldn’t have left! I’m sorry, please, please help…I’ll be good, I swear, just please make this stop! I’ll do anything! Oh god, no! Fuck! No stop! Someone help me please!’
The wolf would never know that Sesshoumaru had heard his thoughts, his desperate mental cries for help. Anger had shredded through him then. When he had found those cats he had been so consumed with rage that he had killed them immediately. Shredded them to bits in a matter of seconds. Which was a damnable shame, as he wanted nothing more than for them to suffer. He had made their deaths too quick, too easy, for all they had done to harm what belonged to him and him alone. The villagers, Rin’s family, that crime had been an unforgivable one.
But for what they had done to Kouga? Those bastards deserved years of endless torture at his hands.
The proud, brash, wolf prince had been turned into a wounded pup. He doubted the wolf would ever fully recover from it. Even now Kouga was trembling in his arms, though Sesshoumaru honestly doubted the wolf was aware of it. He could actually smell Kouga’s pain, his fear, and feel it echoing in his mind.
Sesshoumaru felt helpless. It had been a long time since he had someone depending on him. Jaken, of course, didn’t count. Rin however… that had been another story entirely. The child had relied upon him for comfort, shelter, food and clothing. In return she had given him nothing but unconditional love. The day he had taken the human child under his wing was the day he had become an Alpha in the very sense of the word. Many perceived Alphas to be only strong males or females; built to lead and fight. This was true, but there was so much more to it than that. A true Alpha led a pack. It didn’t matter if it was a pack of thousands or a pack of only two. An Alpha’s job was not only to protect his pack, lead them, but to see to their wellbeing and comfort. Too many times in his lifetime Sesshoumaru had seen unhappy packs, led by cruel and selfish Alphas. These packs never lasted for very long, because it was more than muscle and authority needed between an Alpha and a sub. There had to be… affection. An Alpha genuinely had to care for the happiness of his pack.
Ironically, his irksome and bullheaded half-brother had taught him that. It had been Rin, though, who had shown him how to love. And now he had her great granddaughter in his keeping, a new member to his rapidly growing pack.
Sesshoumaru frowned mentally at the through. Though it bothered him to admit it, and he would never do so out loud, the wolf had (by default of the mark) become a member of his pack. A member who was more trouble than he was worth. The damn wolf didn’t know his place, something he had never had to worry about with Rin or Jaken. He was brash, loud, prone to insults instead of respect and he was thick headed to boot. He was proud, strong, and defiant. Too proud, too defiant to suit the personality of a true Beta. These characteristics had not come naturally to the wolf. How they had been ingrained so thoroughly into the wolf prince was a question Sesshoumaru would sincerely like answered. He had been trying to break Kouga, to heal a spirit torn by a forced role that he should have never been forced to bear the mantle of.
What had happened tonight… well, Sesshoumaru would never have wished for such a thing to befall the brash wolf. What had started off between them as a rivalry and a contest of wills, had quickly turned into something else. Perhaps it was their connection, as one sided as it seemed, or perhaps it was the amount of time he had put into the wolf. Whatever the reason, Sesshoumaru on some level, had actually come to care about the idiot’s wellbeing.
He knew Kouga wasn’t happy in the castle. Sesshoumaru had never expected him to be. But what he was doing there, teaching the wolf to accept his Beta, had been far more important than allowing the idiot his happiness. Ah, but now? Now his work was well and truly ruined. The wolf couldn’t even meet his eyes.
Sesshoumaru had to smother a growl.
He could still smell the male cat on his wolf, a reminder of how he had once again failed to protect what was his.
The fact that he had a half breed female cat child stumbling after him did little to help the situation. He had been so close to snapping the girl’s neck clean off of her shoulders. Too close, apparently, for Kouga’s liking. The mental protest he had received from the wolf had been loud and clear. Once he had heard it, Sesshoumaru had actually taken the time to stop in his rampage and study the girl. It had quickly become apparent that Kouga had not been the only one abused in this clearing. Just what, exactly, had been done to the child was still unclear to him. And, as his ill-fated luck would have it, he had no choice but to bring the girl with him. Letting a young female cat demon loose in this world was the equivalent of signing a death warrant for the child. Humans both feared and hated her, and demons well…
Half breeds were…half breeds. Useless abominations. Or at least Sesshoumaru had used to think so. It appeared, however, that not all half breeds were completely useless. Inuyasha had certainly proved himself over the years . . . with a little help from Sesshoumaru, that is. What Inuyasha had never fully realized was that Sesshoumaru had been more than capable of killing the ignorant whelp any time he so chose to. Instead, he had attacked his younger half-brother, training the half breed to learn how to fight by necessity. Inuyasha still breathed and survived because Sesshoumaru had made it a point to teach the idiot how to defend himself. He might have no love for humans, but the blood of their father ran through Inuyasha’s veins, and Sesshoumaru had refused to allow the idiot to fall prey to some lowly youkai. He had, in his own way, protected his younger brother until the whelp was old and strong enough to take care of himself, and start his own pack.
So now Sesshoumaru had once again, through misfortune and fate, established a pack. An irritating servant, a stubborn wolf, a human child…and a damn cat.
All of whom, the toad excluded, were mentally and physically scarred. It would take both time and effort to bring balance and peace to this rag tag bunch.
Somehow, Sesshoumaru thought on a mental sigh, he’d have been better off alone.
Nurturing and caring were not in his nature. A normally solitary creature, having all those lives depending on him was overwhelming and irksome.
He was, however, Alpha enough to handle it.

Kouga shivered as they reached the tall, foreboding, gates of Sesshoumaru’s fortress. He could feel the dread wrenching inside of him, backed by a heavy dose of fear. He knew what was going to happen to him now, what was going to be forced upon him whether he liked it or not. At Sesshoumaru’s call the gates creaked slowly open, just wide enough to allow their small group entry.
They passed through the gates and into the grassy courtyard. As soon as they were clear, the solid wooden gates slammed shut behind them.
“Milord!” Kouga winced at the sound of Jaken’s high pitched, nasally voice.
“I have done as you requested milord! Word has been sent to the others, they are on their way now. By sunrise they will arrive to serve you!”
It was clear that Jaken was trying to work himself back into Sesshoumaru’s good graces.
“Very well, Jaken. And the girl?”
Jaken wrung his small, green webbed fingers together.
“I have cleaned her wounds and given her victuals. She is resting in Rin’s old chamber. I-I thought my lord would approve.”
“Indeed.”
Jaken’s eyes flew to both Kouga and the frightened half demon that appeared to be quickly shrinking in on herself.
“It’s the girl! From the Mountain cat tribe!”
Sayo flinched, her head bowed.
“She will be staying with us.” Sesshoumaru’s tone broke no argument.
“Yes my lord, of course. This girl, milord, saved many of the villagers at great consequence to herself. The villagers, milord, those that survived are hiding a half a mile to the north.”
“How many survived, Jaken?” Why hadn’t he thought to ask the toad that in the first place?
“Almost a hundred, milord. Mostly women and children.”
“Very well.” So the toad wasn’t completely useless after all. And the girl? She had had some part to play in the rescue of his people? Sesshoumaru would have to get a full account from Jaken later on. The thought of the starchy old toad leading humans to safety was actually almost amusing. For years he had despised the human race entirely, almost more than half breeds. Jaken had, Sesshoumaru realized, been spending quite some time with the villagers over the years. Perhaps, like himself, Jaken saw it as his duty to protect the humans who resided in Hollow Haven. He had even, apparently, taken aid from a half breed and supposed enemy. The toad had changed much over the years.
But then again, so had he.
“Very well, Jake. Take the girl and see to it that she is locked in one of the guest chambers until I am able to speak with her.”
“Y-Yes milord…and the wolf?” Jaken’s buggy little eyes flickered over to the abused prince.
“I will see to the wolf myself. You have an hour, Jaken, and then I require your presence in my study…as well as the kitsune’s.”
“Yes milord. Come girl.” Jaken beckoned the half demon toward him. They girl was trembling, clearly afraid, but she followed after the toad meekly and without protest.

Kouga shivered in Sesshoumaru’s arms and hated himself for it. Fear was a tangible thing to him now, swimming through his veins and coiling about in his insides. Kouga had never really been brave; not like Inuyasha. If there had been a fight he thought himself unable to handle, he’d back down- look for an escape. Live to fight another day. But even that hadn’t been cowardice, just common sense. What was the point of fighting a battle you couldn’t win? Train harder, come back stronger, and strike your opponent down on a more equal playing field. He had survived much through those tactics alone.
But now?
Now Kouga knew there would be no coming back from this. No matter how hard he trained, how strong he grew, he would never be a match for Sesshoumaru in battle.
Sesshoumaru. The demon lord of the West. The demon who had already killed him once, revived him, starved and beat him, and then nursed him (albeit begrudgingly) back to health. He was the demon who constantly took Kouga to task, easily bending a full grown demon over his knee and punishing him like a troublesome child. Sesshoumaru, who had saved him from drowning, saved him from death by a fever…and now?
Kouga didn’t want to think about what had happened in that clearing, despite the mental images that played in a constant loop inside his head. He could still feel every strike, every wound that the Cat demons had inflicted on him, serving as a continuous reminder of how he had been violated.
Kouga drew in a haggard breath, his body trembling still despite his mental protests for it to stop. He was weak, he was a fool….and he was a coward. Dirty, tarnished, he would never be able to look his pack in the eyes again, to lead them. No. It was better he die here his shame and his secrets buried with his body. And he had no doubt that he would die in Sesshoumaru’s fortress, beneath the cold aristocratic hands of Lord Sesshoumaru himself.
He could still see the rage, like an inferno, in Sesshoumaru’s eyes in that clearing. He could see the disgust and the anger that had twisted briefly across the normally stoic Lord of the West’s handsomely aristocratic face. And he knew he would not be able to fight him. Even if he was fully healed, and twice as strong, his time in this fortress had changed him. He could no longer delude himself into thinking that if he were free from this place, his life would return to normal. That he could go back to his mountain homeland and be with his brothers, his pack, again. That was no longer an option.
Hell, he’d be lucky if he made it through tonight. Kouga flinched as he heard Sesshoumaru’s words.
“I will see to the wolf myself.”
And wouldn’t he? Pain and humiliation awaited him now. He hadn’t wanted Sesshoumaru to see him like this. Weak. Violated. A true, spineless, bitch. But Sesshoumaru had seen. He had been the one to cut the gag from his mouth, to see the remnants of cat seed dribble from the cracks in his lips.
And if Sesshoumaru hadn’t come when he did? A shiver trailed up his spine that had nothing to do with the cold.
Distantly he was aware of being carried into the fortress, down the long and winding corridors. The only sounds that filled his ears were the soft echo of Sesshoumaru’s feet upon stone, and the erratic and thunderous beat of his own heart.
Hot, moist, air lapped at his chilled skin. Kouga cracked an eye to see that Sesshoumaru had taken him into the bathing chamber, and was making his way toward the lip of the spring.
Kouga half expected Sesshoumaru to just toss him in. Instead, there was the soft clunk of tensaiga falling to the floor, followed by the nearly inaudible sound of shoes being toed off. And then? Sesshoumaru walked straight into the spring, Kouga still held tightly in his arms.
Kouga hissed in pain as the warm water washed against his skin, awakening the small wounds that covered his body, bringing them back to life. Sesshoumaru’s hold on him never wavered as he made his way across the warm waters to the outcropping of rocks at the spring’s center. There, Sesshoumaru leaned him back against a boulder.
“Wolf.” Kouga looked up to see Sesshoumaru’s face, impassive as always, looming toward him.
With hands much gentler than Kouga was accustomed to, Sesshoumaru peeled back the haori from Kouga’s chest, and draped it over the stone.
Kouga’s stomach plummeted. He had kind of been hoping that Sesshoumaru would beat him first… take his mind of the fact that the dog demon was going to…
Probing but firm hands sought out his shoulder, and Kouga yelped at the touch.
“Count to three, Kouga.”
“Why would I- ARGH!”Kouga bellowed as those hands righted his dislocated shoulder, the pain making him both dizzy and nauseous.
Kouga wheezed, coughed, and then let out a soft and stuttered “F-fuck.”
Sesshoumaru said nothing, instead those merciless hands moved to the bridge of his nose. This time Sesshoumaru didn’t bother to tell him to count to three.
“Shi-“Kouga howled at the pain, his stomach heaving. Apparently the Lord of the West had anticipated that particular reaction because a moment later a large, deep, bucket was placed under his chin. Kouga tried to hold down his bile, but the pain was just too much. His stomach rose, heaved, and his throat spasmed and burned as the contents of his stomach were retched into the bucket. The milky white sight of demon seed floating in there did little to help Kouga regain control. Instead, he heaved, his stomach painfully sour.
He didn’t know how much time had passed, but it felt like an eternity. Slowly he became aware of Sesshoumaru’s hands on his body, propping him up and holding back his hair. Kouga was trembling, his eyes burning. It took him a moment to realize that he had been crying silently.
He shut his eyes, his mouth and tongue bitter and burning. He said nothing.
Sesshoumaru had just watched his not only be sick, but cry as well. He was weak and spineless, he knew, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop.
Slowly Sesshoumaru eased him back so that he leaned against the bolder. The bucket and its damning contents were whisked wordlessly away.
And still he trembled.
Kouga startled as a cold glass was pressed softly to his lips. His eyelids flickered open to see Sesshoumaru holding a glass of water there.
“Rinse your mouth out and drink.” The Taiyoukai commanded.
Kouga had neither the strength nor the willpower to fight him. Still shaking, he did as Sesshoumaru said, letting the cool, fresh, water carry away the bitter taste of vomit and bile.
He startled again as Sesshoumaru’s fingers probed gently at his mysteriously wounded shoulder.
“They stabbed you?”
Kouga shook his head weakly, noticing that Sesshoumaru’s brow furrowed with displeasure.
“Where did you get this wound, Kouga?” The Taiyoukai’s voice was hard, a distinct edge to his words.
“I-…” his tongue felt thick and heavy in his mouth. He had to swallow hard a few times before he could answer. “I don’t know. It just kind of happened.”
Sesshoumaru’s face was a mask of displeasure, and yet he said nothing.
Kouga was shivering as Sesshoumaru rinsed the blood and sweat from his body, the Taiyoukai’s hands oddly gentle on his abused flesh.
Tears pricked at his eyes again as his body relaxed under the dog demon’s firm and deceptively soft touch. Only once had he tried, albeit weakly, to bat the demon lord’s hands away. He had earned a dark and foreboding growl for his efforts. So he sat there, body limp and weak, as Sesshoumaru washed his body and hair. Cleaned his wounds. Despite all this, Kouga’s stomach was tight with nerves.
When he was satisfied that Kouga was clean, Sesshoumaru hefted the shivering wolf prince into his arms. Kouga’s head rested heavily against Sesshoumaru’s broad shoulder. He didn’t even have the energy to move away, nor did he particularly care to. His mind was blessedly foggy, his pain muddled and distant.
Had he been drugged? The water Sesshoumaru had given him. Perhaps poisoned? Kouga didn’t care. He simply wanted to retreat into the warm haze that was surrounding him, hugging his body and pumping through his blood stream.
On some level Kouga was aware that he had been wrapped in warm, dry, furs. He felt the temperature changes as they left the bathing chamber behind and walked down the vast corridors of the castle.
His body felt languid, heavy, and better than it had in months.
He had definitely been drugged. But why?
He felt the warm familiar press of furs and cushions beneath his back as Sesshoumaru set him down on the bed. Hazy blue eyes flickered open slowly, sleepily, to see Sesshoumaru standing above him.
He felt the furs being parted from his body, felt the brush of cool air against his naked skin. Kouga didn’t fight it, he didn’t care to. Instead, his head lolled to the side as Sesshoumaru touched and prodded him. Would the dog demon take him now?
Golden eyes locked upon his own and Kouga was surprised to see a trace of worry in those amber depths.
“This should not have befallen you wolf. For that, I am sorrier than you will ever know.”
Kouga could see the sincerity in Sesshoumaru’s eyes, the guilt flashing there.
How had he never noticed before that Sesshoumaru’s eyes were so beautiful? Longley lashed, they held a depth to them that promised one could swim forever in them and never reach the bottom.
A startled snort and a curl of amusement touched Sesshoumaru’s lips.
Had he said that out loud?
“Perhaps I put too much pain killers in your water, wolf.” There was a peculiar softness to his tone.
“Sleep well. We will talk later, when you are fully rested.”
There was warmth again as his body was rewrapped in the furs. Something, however, was missing. A low, keening, noise echoed throughout the room. It sounded disturbingly like a wounded pup, crying out for its pack. The sound was pitiful and sad; almost heart wrenching in its loneliness. It took him a minute to realize that the noise was coming from him.
The bed shifted, moved. A strong, warm, body was pressed against his. Kouga’s eyes fluttered shit at the scent of fur and beast.
Pack.
He was home. Safe. Protected. He turned his head, nose nuzzling the source of the scent, the warm skin. Then, and only then, did Kouga finally fall asleep.
Sesshoumaru looked down, surprised to find the wolf prince nestles so comfortably in his arms.
‘Pack.’ Was the only coherent thought Sesshoumaru had received from the wolf before he had fallen asleep.
Kouga’s warm breath fanned gently against his collarbone, the wolf’s body curled against his own. Sesshoumaru had not been able to leave the wolf. Not that he didn’t have over a dozen pressing matters to attend to, but when Kouga had cried out desperate for comfort, Sesshoumaru had not been able to walk away. He had wanted to, but something deep inside him had rebelled at the thought. Instead he had found himself beside a distraught and drugged wolf prince. A moment later, the wolf sought the comfort of his arms, something he would never have done if he were coherent.
A slow smirk pulled at the corner of his lips.
Then again, the wolf had said and done many things tonight that he would not have if not for the pain killers.
He had allowed Sesshoumaru to wash him, without putting up much of a fight. His wounds had been cleaned and bandaged, his hair combed and plaited. He had been mostly silent on their foray through the castle, resting peacefully in his arms. It wasn’t until they reached the bed chamber that Kouga’s thoughts became clearer.
‘Is this it? Is it going to happen now? Is he going to…mount me?’ There had been a modicum of worry in that projected thought, but mostly defeat. Sesshoumaru realized that if he had tried to take the wolf, Kouga would not have fought him. For some reason, the wolf prince thought he deserved it.
Guilt had risen up inside him then. He had not been able to protect his pack. His wolf.
And then, surprisingly, the wolf had opened his eyes, clouded with a drug induced haze, and told him in a slurred voice that his eyes were both deep and beautiful. Beautiful? Sesshoumaru had not been called that since Rin was a child.
‘So beautiful…’ The thought had echoed in his head after the wolf had spoken.
Sesshoumaru sighed. What a muddled mess he had created here. This, most certainly, was not what he had intended. He had wanted Kouga to suffer for the death of his ward. Had wanted Kouga’s pain, guilt, and humiliation. But now? Now he wanted nothing of the sort. Looking down at the peacefully sleeping wolf in his arms, Sesshoumaru wished he could take it all back.
Kouga, the brash young wolf prince from the North, had become a part of his pack.
And if the stories were to be believed about the type of bond they shared…
His mate. That is, as soon as they completed the mark.
Golden eyes narrowed as the wolf nestled closer to him, a cold nose nuzzling his neck. It appeared they would just have to see about that last part.

A/N: So…… what did you think? I feel like Sesshoumaru is secretly a mother hen demon in this fic XP I would like to take a minute to thank everyone who reviewed my last chapter, it is most definitely appreciated!
Thank you:
Lancerian –Aw shucks, you’re gonna make me blush ;) Thank you!
Kerbear: Why thank you! Yeah, Sesshoumaru definitely doesn’t want Kouga broken in THAT way. Lol I think for him it’s more like puppy training. XP
Whitetiger9953: Thank you :) I feel like I’m punishing both characters in the last couple of chapters. Good thing they’re fictional, otherwise I’m pretty sure they’d kill me! :P
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