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Sesshoumaru's Slave	By : salomewilde Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9768 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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VII: The Hanyou
~5200 words
Sesshoumaru scoops the boy into his arms before he knows he has done it. He smells the nearness of tears, feels the little arms clinging to him. How horribly the boy has been used. How wrongly this child of his father has been forced to live. He leans back and pulls furs over them both. "Be easy, Sage. You may trust your master and lead me to trust you." He holds him close and breathes in the scent of his need. It fills him. But enough of this seriousness. With the hint of a grin, he asks, "How many times would you guess I can ejaculate within an afternoon's time, my slave?"
Sage blinks rapidly several times, opens his mouth, then closes it. He holds his hand up towards Master then pulls it back and asks, "If I may touch, Master, please?"
"Touch me?" He licks his lips. Shrugs a barely perceptible shrug. "Very well, slave. You may touch me."
He bows his head. "Thank you, Master." He remembers when he did this last night without asking...so good. He reaches out and touches Master's belly with gentle, blunted fingers. Wow. "I do not know, Master...more than I would have thought, I think."
Sesshoumaru grins, puts his hand over Sage's. "And how does touching my midsection help you to estimate the ampleness of my seed?"
"It's the skin," he explains. "And the blood and scent and..." other things he can't explain. "If I want to find out more about a person, I have to touch them. I don't know how. I just remember always doing it."
"Indeed." Can it be true? Some delusion of one who has lived too long in isolation and suffering? Certainly, he will summon one who can examine his aura more deeply than Sesshoumaru is able. "Tell me about my poison," he commands, holding out his hand, palm and claw undersides up.
Slowly, he puts his hand palm to palm with Master's hand and watches and inhales. "It comes from your mother but is not like hers." He frowns a little, concentrating, and tips his head to the other side. "All of you is toxic. But you control it very well. It smells sweet...it can eat holes through solid rock." He jerks his hand back suddenly and blows on it as though he had been burned.
Sesshoumaru wrinkles his brow. "Did you extract it without my knowing?" It makes no sense: he did not bring his poison to the surface, but he did feel a strange little pull, not physical--or at least it did not seem so. "Are you injured?" He takes Sage's hand into his own.
He shakes his head. "Not poison. Just…power, Master." He swallows hard. "I'm sorry Master. I didn't mean to do that. I didn't realize I could do that. At least, I never felt that before. I'm sorry, Master."
"All you said, boy, is true. And you should not know it--not so easily. I am astonished your talents have not been used before. Or have they?" He continues to hold the hand in his, opening it to look at the small palm. His features are small, lovely, and clean now. He is so touchable, and he enjoys Sage's touch, but he needs to hear more about powers he had no idea the hanyou possesses. His talents are not of his father's line, at least not in a way he understands. And then, how has the touch not told Sage they share a bloodline?
"No, Master. I...I never told anyone I was sold to what...this..." He lowers his head. "I don't remember how I learned it, but I know I learned it even though it was something I could always do. It wasn't a secret. Not really. Before the fire. But...I'm sorry, Master."
Sesshoumaru grows dizzy. Fire. Learned yet always known. "Why have you told me, then?" His ego brought that foolish question to the surface, no doubt. He licks the surprisingly soft, warm palm. He can not taste his father in the hanyou mix, but he can smell it.
Sage looks surprised, just a little. "I did it last night and touched you without permission, so this time I asked when you asked me how to guess how many times Master could ejaculate within an afternoon's time, if I could touch you so I could get a better idea. And...no one ever asked before." The last is said in a very small voice. He never volunteered information. Never. If asked, he usually had enough spells on him to force him to answer. But they couldn't make him tell something they hadn't ever asked for.
Thoughts swirl: a negotiation tool, a weapon, a healer's aide. But his. His slave. His sibling. His astonishing little hanyou. "You have talents many would envy, and I am glad to possess them. And I would have your hands on me." There is risk: perhaps he will discover truths Sesshoumaru would not yet tell him. But even if so, he still belongs to Sesshoumaru, whatever he discovers. Without question or remedy. And he seems to desire the belonging as much as Sesshoumaru himself. He leans back and places the boy beside him. "Show me other talents those hands possess, little one. Touch me as you would most like to, and as you think I may enjoy."
He chews his bottom lip, thinking hard as he kneels beside Master. His fur twitches behind him, as he hesitantly places his hands on Master's near shoulder...the one without the fur. His small, slender fingers are deceptively strong but Master's body so warm and flexible. He is also hard with muscle. But Sage smiles a little half smile as he begins to dig his fingers in, to rub and pull tension away. His fingers always know what to do, even with a new Master, even with a new Master such as this one.
Sesshoumaru enjoys the surprise of the boy's talented hands. Many talents this one has, from the known to the unknown. He would not have predicted a hanyou of such apparently messy heritage and a slave's upbringing would have the powers he has; but then, this is more Sesshoumaru's inexperience than Sage's background. "You could be a healer," he muses aloud, leaning into the massage.
He does not wish to contradict his Master. He doesn't think he has the patience to heal everyone without reservation, without regard to who they are or what they do. Healers have to heal. But he knows he is smart enough and capable enough to learn what is needed to learn to be a healer. He suppresses the sigh and continues to work Master's shoulder and down his arm first, and whispers, "Yes, Master."
Interesting. The scent of his disapproval is clear. "Or a court performer. Entertain visiting nobles by reading their secrets." He waits for Sage's scent to tell him what he thinks, regardless of the "Yes, Master" reply he'll likely receive. The massage is heavenly, but he's enjoying the discourse even more.
He contains his shudder. The fewer secrets he knows about nobles the longer his life will be. Not that he wants their filthy secrets cluttering his brain anyway. Besides. He is Master's slave. But...if Master wishes him to, he must. And he would. He would do it to please Master, but he would not enjoy any aspect of it save Master's pleasure. "Yes, Master," he replies as he works the kinks out of his Master's wrist. Besides. Touching other people...getting their scents all over him. Not a pleasant picture.
Sesshoumaru smells the distaste and the obedience and takes Sage's face suddenly in his hands. "You wish only to serve me? Only your master? In bed and out?" He practically shimmers with power and pleasure as he speaks. Something about this is more exquisite than he thought possible. To have this beautiful, talented little one all to himself: property to display and his secret treasure.
"Yes, Master," he is able to say with no hesitation as his hands stop, luckily having finished their work on Master's hand. "I...I know I must do as Master wishes and I will. But..." His eyes stay down and flick to the side as he repeats something he said last night. "I want Master to keep me, please." He flinches slightly at the way he phrased it and scolds himself. That is no way to prove you will be a good slave. What you wish does not matter, only Master's will matters.
"I have no intention of either selling or releasing you." He pulls him by the scruff of the neck, careful not to yank him by his fur, and kisses him roughly, possessively, hungrily. Small the boy may be, but he is strong and able to handle Sesshoumaru's passion as he gives it.
Yes. Master said as much last night, and earlier. And he was having a collar made for him even. Still, perhaps he should have kept his...thing to himself after all. He submits instantly to the grip and the kiss, relieved at something entirely familiar and becoming more so the longer he remained in Master's presence.
Sage in his arms, he lies back again, and his fur wraps the boy softly but tightly. "When your collar comes, shall I fuck you with it on or leash and walk you through the castle, I wonder..." He looks into the bright eyes before him, the tan skin and dark hair. Getting work done with this one around is not going to be easy for a time, that much is certain.
He lies in Master's arms contentedly. "Whatever Master wishes," he says automatically. Doki wriggles so he can get in and around Master's fur and Master's body is warm against his. At least in bed he knows what to do. He can please nearly anyone in bed, though he never makes that well known when he is bought or sold. And he feels small, but not so very vulnerable right now. He is un-collared, but a collar is being crafted for him, which amazes him. There are no spells binding him, and he has been cleaned and medicined and fucked good and hard but not sadistically or viciously. He has not been beaten nor cast aside to make his own way in the slave quarters, not knowing his place. He still does not truly know his place except that it is with Master for so long as Master wishes it.
"How will I ensure you do truly wish what Master wishes?" Sesshoumaru thinks aloud. "You speak well, and you smell eager and obedient and ready to please. But this Master wants a slave who smells of desire, too." He reaches a hand down and tugs hard on a nipple.
Doki floofs and his back arches at the surprise pull on his nipple as he makes a sound somewhere between a whimper and a moan. "Master," he breathes, panting slightly.
"Ah, yes. That is honest." He pulls and twists a little harder, then rises and devours the little panting mouth.
He cries out a bit louder and is cut short by Master's mouth and tongue and teeth. He wonders vaguely if this is what Master does all day...lie abed and fuck people. But the thought is quickly driven from his mind at Master's scent and his own reactions to Master's fingers and mouth. That little bit of pain makes him gasp and pant and whine and his prick is beginning to be very interested in the goings on.
Sesshoumaru basks in the truth of Sage's scent, the arousal that can perhaps be faked but, he is certain, is not at this moment. He reaches down and grabs the little prick firmly, milking it and releasing his mouth to watch the look on his face. Show me who you are, Sage.
A small pained look crosses Sage's face as his dick is grabbed and his mouth suddenly has nothing left to do and his blunted nails dig into the iron skin of his Master. He was not fully hard but he quickly becomes so when Master takes hold of him and begins to stroke. With no instructions, no orders, nothing to go on, he can do nothing but take it. Or that would have been his response to any of his other Masters in the past. This Master...his Master made all the difference. He trembles even as he forces his breath in and out, his prick harder faster again than he can remember it getting. "Master," he whimpers, feeling wetness begin to leak from his tip, covered at least on the upstroke. "Oh, please..."
It's not the begging that moves him, it's the arousal, the sounds and sight and smell of it. Perhaps the boy needs to hear it. "Your hardness pleases me, Sage. Your whimpers, your panting. You please me." His voice is rough and low. This is how he wishes to claim Sage, to master him. Not to use him--or at least not only that--but to rouse him and then use him. To truly own him.
"Yes, Master," he manages to gasp out. Oh, he wants to please him, there is no question of that. But his hardness pleases? He has little to no control over that particular part of his body, though some pleasure slaves he has known showed him some very remarkable feats with their dicks. He is still but half grown. Maybe it is right that he has no control over his hardness. Master seems to have a good deal of control. He got hard last night, he remembers now, twice...and fast. That never happened before. And now? "Please...Master..." he pants as his cock is tugged, squeezed, stroked. Yes, he wants to please Master.
"Yes," Sesshoumaru hums, toying with the little cock, pulling back the foreskin, squeezing it gently. "Tell Master. What is it you beg for, my Sage?"
He moans, doing his best to keep still in Master's grasp. "Master's...pleasure...please..."
"Will you come for Master when he bids it, my slave?" His eyes are glued to Sage's, watching them cloud with desire yet strive for clarity, knowing he is watched. Wanting so to please him. Has he ever felt desire aimed so fully in his direction? Or is it simply Sage, his brother, connected to him beyond any superficial Master/slave bond?
"I...I try...please, Master..." He doesn't know if he can. His climaxes are as unreliable as his erections. Certainly he is capable of them, he isn't a small child. They just seem to happen when they please.
"Good, then," he encourages, bringing his mouth to kiss the boy again. Such warm kisses, sweet and soft or hard as he wishes. Receptive, submissive. And he doesn't want him to "try," of course. He wants the arousal just perfect between them, control and yielding, stimulation and release. Desire. He gently releases his cock and continues to kiss him deeply. He will hold off on more sexual play until later. He has felt for now what he wished for, something that is not automatic, programmed.
He swallows a whine when his prick is released and easily and happily sinks into Master's kisses. He has been kissed a lot, and in general it is activity he enjoys, but this is different. His arms want to wrap around Master's neck and cling tightly to him and to be kissed like this forever. By Master. This Master. His Master.
"Go on," he whispers, sensing a desire of some sort, to do something he fears doing, a small thing. It will show something he desires, and Sesshoumaru will encourage it. "Show me what you want, Sage." He kisses him again, with dominant sureness and curiosity.
Slowly, Sage's hands slip up Master's chest and shoulders and move to circle his neck as Master kisses him again. He pauses several times, unsure but pushed by Master's dominant scent and body language.
Sesshoumaru projects an alpha aura in scent that is both familiar and new to him as Sage enwraps him with hesitant arms. He is increasingly certain the boy draws something from within him that has been left largely untapped. And he wants to explore it...all of it. He parts their lips but encourages Sage to keep his arms around his neck as he speaks. "I wanted to wait until your collar was done, but I would like to walk with you in the gardens in the sun. I think some sunshine will do you good." And allow him to bask in the sight of the dark little boy in the light and among the sculpted gardens of his mother.
"Yes, Master," he pants. It is no concern of his whether Master intends to clothe him, leash him, carry him or do whatever else he wishes. So long as he is with Master the whole time, no one can claim he is a run-away, or otherwise up for grabs.
He sets Sage down on the furs and goes to fetch the short robe and a little leash and collar he's used for sexual play. Just something to make him feel secure as he experiences a bit more of the castle for the first time.
Sage watches Master move, his head cocked to one side as his scent whiffs around the room, buffeted by open windows and redirected by various screens. He has been owned by nobility before but never by one such as Master. He sits with his legs folded and absently scratches a healing flea bite, noting with pleasure again how clean he feels, despite being well fucked after his bath. And he cleaned well after his morning...um...stuff. He eyes the breakfast tray, empty now with the exception of some leftover cold tea and another little bottle like last night. Master didn't eat any breakfast, he realizes and wonders about that.
He turns and holds up a slender leather collar and leash in one, a slipknot style. "Shall I show off my new slave?" He smiles easily at the thoughtful little boy in the furs before him. There is some fruit ripening in the trees. He longs to see the look on his face as he plucks a plum for himself to eat. Little gifts so easily given will mean much to Sage and much in the giving. His cock twitches, unable to stay down as he looks at his prize.
He ducks his head, knowing trying to move into a bowing position from how he was sitting isn't a pleasing motion to the eye. "Yes, Master," he says, raising his head back up, but keeping his face and eyes turned down. Doki settles around his middle. The furs are warm as is the room, but he is naked and he is missing Master's body heat. At this rate, he will become entirely spoilt. He must take care to guard against that.
Sesshoumaru frowns a little. "Will it not make you feel more secure, Sage?" He was certain any collar would be better than none once they leave the room, for Sage that is. For himself, he would happily just walk with the slave behind and beside him and know no trouble will come to them.
His head jerks up, startled. "Oh yes, Master! Of course! I..." He bites off what he was going to say and this time risks the graceless movement that will allow him to bow properly. With no collar to mark him as owned, a leash held by his Master will nearly ensure that nothing happens to him that Master does not command. "I am sorry, Master; I do not know...I do not understand...I...please forgive me, Master!"
Sesshoumaru cocks his head, then crouches beside Sage and strokes his hair and even gives the lightest touch down his back and onto his fur. "Now it is I who do not understand. Be calm, Sage. Tell Master what you do not understand." He slips the loose leash loop over his head and lets it settle there.
He shivers at the touch to his fur, but not unpleasantly. He swallows and calms at the thin leather around his neck, loose, but present. His voice is wobbly, but he forces it out anyway because Master said. "I don't understand...what...I...how I...what this slave did wrong..." he pauses to breathe heavily but stubbornly pushes on to finish his answer to Master's question. "What...I did wrong that Master thought I...I...I...did not wish his protection."
Ah. So much emotion over such small matters. Is it the fear of a slave too oft misused and sold? Or a young boy's emotions? Or something unique to the two of them? He cannot truly know, so he dismisses the questions. "I know you seek my protection, Sage. And you have it. I smelled concern when I showed you the leash, and I misinterpreted it. Time will help us to know one another better, and until then, I wish you to do your best to trust your senses: your sense of smell because you are part inu and hyena, and your other 'sense' that lets you know the truth--like the truth of my poison. If you ask, I will allow you to touch me whenever you wish to seek a truth from me. You can please me best when you are secure, and I very much want you to please me." He lets the loop tighten a bit around Sage's throat, and ensures his hair and fur are out of its reach so it can settle with ease.
He bows his head properly after the leash is tightened, but not uncomfortably, while he takes in Master's words and his scent. His tongue feels his "double pointies" as he used to call them when he was really little, the bottom ones nearly grown in, the top ones still working through properly. He does his best to fix the salient points in his mind so he does not make a mistake like this later, but he knows he won't remember everything. He remembers lots of things, he does, but there is so much here and all of it so different. Still, he looks up a little with a small smile. It isn't boring. "Yes, Master."
Oh, that smile. It goes right through him, despite his best efforts not to react. He claims the little mouth again, feasting. Then he breaks it off, rises, and tugs gently to have Sage rise, too. He places the robe around him and offers him the obi. Can he tie it properly, neatly?
He is left breathless again at the kiss and rises, settling the robe carefully and wrapping Doki again, up higher this time so he can tie the obi Master gives him. He knows lots of fancy knots from learning how to dress other Masters and Mistresses, few though the Mistresses may have been. He ties a simple, serviceable knot, one appropriate for a slave, but neatly and deftly. He has to be careful of Doki always so his fur is not trapped nor squeezed by an obi; they are both used to managing well. The robe smells of Master and Midori and the bath and the scent of the ointments on his back. It covers him well enough if he keeps his arms down.
Nicely done. He enjoys watching the nimble fingers. Too many clumsy servants about for his taste. Even the eager, pleasant ones are not graceful. Limber, lithe grace is central to Sesshoumaru's existence, in superficial and deep ways, too. He notes as well how Sage tucks his fur. Sesshoumaru is used to having his flow, open, doing as it wishes. Occasionally, it is more disobedient than he prefers, but, as his father says, their furs have minds of their own. He wonders if it is the same for Sage...or if he's ever been given opportunity to find out. "Would you like to wear your pelt out, little one? I will ensure no one touches it."
He hesitates and looks up. "Master, I do not know." For one thing, he is entirely unsure that the robe he is wearing can accommodate such a thing. He is used to hiding Doki, it is true. It is the safest way. But Master says no one will touch his fur and inside the robe Doki wriggles interestedly, the end tip poking out of the front top of the robe. He wonders if he should say more or not, and decides that clarification might be best and save Master the trouble of asking. "I never have," he explains respectfully, eyes down. "Unless I am not wearing a top garment, Master. I don't know how, Master."
Sesshoumaru nods. The robe was not designed with a fur in mind, and he steps to the door to tell the guard that he wishes to have his head garment designer brought to his chambers after dinner. They will enjoy the day together, perhaps a nap, a meal...and then he will have Sage's clothing designed to accent his beauty, his new collar when complete, and his fur. Then, he returns to Sage. "My pelt enjoys the feel of the sun and the wind as well as the gentlest of touches. I suspect yours will as well." He turns the collar of the little robe down and, frowning, decides to remove it, slicing neatly with sharp claws to make a low dip from shoulder to shoulder. Then, with careful fingertips, he coaxes the fur up and out, pausing when he feels a slight resistance. "I will allow you to encourage it to come out."
He holds quite still as Master fusses with his robe, and does not even flinch at the nearly noiseless slice of material right above where his fur attaches to his body. Master's fingers are gentle in a way that Sage knows comes from having a fur himself and he is grateful when Master allows him to finish getting Doki unwound. He notices of course that his Master's fur is never covered, or has not yet been covered that he has noticed. And he smiles a little thinking of how it felt last night to be enfolded in its soft, warm, and surprisingly strong embrace. Physically, he can control his own fur insomuch as Doki agrees with him. The blue-black pelt rustles under the short robe and scooches up and over where the collar of the robe used to be. Sage wriggles his shoulders a little to adjust the robe as Doki settles down the back. It feels...odd...to not have his fur touching his skin directly except where it meets his shoulders and where the tail end brushes just below the backs of his bare knees.
"How does that feel?" He genuinely wishes to know.
Doki swishes around and moves up to curl around Sage's bare thigh, scooting the hem of the robe upwards just a bit. "It feels...strange, Master," he answers honestly, and then remembers to be properly grateful. "Thank you, Master." He is grateful. This is new. Doki is hesitant, but Master will be close and that means Master's fur will also be close. Doki will adjust, he is confident. And he is interested to explore this new physical sensation. Odd though it is, it is new and therefore interesting.
Sesshoumaru reaches out to touch the pelt as it swishes and feels its exposure. He is careful with it, stroking it softly. "It will no doubt continue to grow as you do, pup." He lets go of the leash to return to his wardrobe and pulls on his favored white embroidered hakama and haori, and he brings Sage three obi: one blue, one red, one yellow. "Select one and tie it as you think will best suit me, slave." He enjoys giving the boy a challenge he has no doubt will make him anxious in its generality and demands. But Sage will succeed, he knows.
His eyes close as his fur is stroked, so perfectly, and he stands as the leash is dropped, quite still, waiting. And then...oh. He glances up at Master, then back down at the obi and cocks his head slightly at them. They are all beautifully made and light and strong, he can tell. But the yellow: he is surprised to scent it is colored with saffron; a priceless spice from far away. It by far shows the status and opulence of his Master more than the other two, though they are both more than suitable. The red one is dyed with the blood of certain insects he knows, but next to the saffron- dyed silk it may as well be commonly woven linen. Gingerly he lifts it from Master's hands. It is much longer than he is tall but that doesn't bother him either. He bows properly before he adjusts Master's haori and begins to carefully tie the yellow obi with what he feels is the most suitable knot. He is careful, but not slow, cautious but not clumsy, and when he steps back and bows again he is at least confident he has made no mistakes. He does not know if Master will be well pleased, but if he is not, then Sage will learn from that, too.
Curious...very similar to how he would have tied it himself, but with a twist somehow that causes the lengths of the sash that emerge from the knot to bow, to curl in on themselves with a most pleasing effect. He fights the urge to touch it, to tinker with it as he usually does when served. But he can sense Sage's keen attention, his desire to please. "Well done, my slave," he says, and strokes his downturned head. He takes the leash carefully, ensures it does not wrap the fur, and tugs lightly. "Let us go." He moves to the door in smaller steps to be sure the little one keeps up. He will increase his pace in time, for it is the slave's job to keep up, not his to coddle him overmuch. He smiles, knowing he's already spoiling him delightfully and enjoying every moment of it.
He can tell he's pleased Master, not only by his words but his scent and actions, and it makes him happy. The tug on the leash also makes him happy, but in a different way as he follows at Master's heel, not fighting the leash at all as he might do with a different new Master. Well, as he has done in the past. Doki stays wound around his thigh and the feeling of the underside of his pelt against his robe is so novel. And his feet are still clean! He notices that as he walks, his head down as they approach the door. His still-sore ass appreciates the slower pace, but he is also used to keeping up with much more extensive wounds. The ointment for his back dulls the pain from the wounds there and he has been fed and now he gets to see a little more of Master. Master outside the bedchamber is very likely to be different than Master inside the bedchamber, after all.
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