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The Tale of the Demon Lord	By : Arianawray Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 56279 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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VIII: Resignation
What should he do?
When he had first returned to the castle, he had believed he could obediently play whatever role Sesshomaru imposed on him until the demon lord found him tiresomely dull. After all, the lord of these lands had no shortage of lovers and servants who were only too happy to delight him in every way, so Inuyasha imagined he would easily become another replaceable face and body. When that happened, and Sesshomaru found a new source of amusement, he might forget his threat against the village, and his younger brother could leave and never come back.
But trying to passively assume that role proved almost impossible. For Sesshomaru demanded exposure and responsiveness, and would get it however he wanted, whether it was by finding his ticklish spots or working his fingers into him, and only he, Inuyasha, had been left devastated thus far.
He had then considered behaving atrociously so that Sesshomaru would find him anything but pleasing, and throw him out. But having as a child seen how his brother punished others and further restricted their freedom for opposing him, he doubted that misbehaving would help him escape.
Another possibility was to challenge Sesshomaru to a duel and kill him. But he had a strong suspicion that Sesshomaru's combat skills were far superior, and that taking such a step would mean not only the premature termination of his own life, but also plenty of trouble for the innocent villagers who had sheltered him. He refused to consider assassinating him. He was not made that way; he could never stab someone in the back. Besides, Sesshomaru seemed in his own twisted way to be working at being kind to him. However warped and inadequate those attempts might be after all the suffering of years gone by, they nonetheless represented some manner of effort, and Inuyasha found that he could not repay a version of kindness with violence.
Worst of all, being back in this castle made him feel more often than he should as if he were a child again, helpless and lost, unable to determine how to behave around his brother. It seemed impossible to act in any correct way.
For the time being, he opted to go along in the main with the demon lord's whims – at the very least, it would mean that he might not be watched so closely, and that his freedom would not be curtailed.
He was thus determined not to keep Sesshomaru waiting again on this night. His brother had sent word that he would not be done with his work until some three hours after dinner. So Inuyasha prevented himself from dozing off by staying only a while in his chambers and looking at his mother's old hair ornament, then went next door long before Sesshomaru was due back upstairs.
When the guards raised not the least objection to his entering the room while their master was not in it, that was when Inuyasha truly believed what Jaken had said about his having as much freedom of movement as Sesshomaru did within the grounds. No one else would have been permitted to enter Sesshomaru's bedroom as he pleased. Servants who needed to be there every day to clean the place were watched like prey by one another and by the guards, who would keep the doors open and observe their every move until they were done with their work. Even the demon lord's personal attendants could enter only while he was in.
Thus far, it seemed his brother was at last treating him as befitted his birth, after so much neglect. The problem was that he was not permitted to leave. Inuyasha realised this was not unusual for a prince of his rank and years, for he was considered very young in the demon world, and young nobles of his age were rarely allowed out of their immediate family territories unaccompanied by their parents or chaperones. He resented it so strongly only because he had been his own master for too long after his mother's death. For his brother to house him as he ought to have done a long time ago thus felt to him like imprisonment rather than privilege; and to have threatened the lives of his human friends to bring him home was unforgivable.
He closed the door behind him and took a good look round the enormous bedroom. Each time he had been here before, he had been too worried about what Sesshomaru was about to do to really notice the room's features and contents.
It was a space slightly bigger than his own bedroom, but with less furniture. As one entered, the great bed was on the left, while the doorway to the bathroom was set into the far end of the wall on the right. The wardrobe and a large full-length mirror rested against the closer end of the left wall, beside some chests and cabinets, and near a clothes stand. Heavy chairs and a round marble-topped table were positioned near the windows, visually separated from the bathroom entrance facing them by a set of elegant standing screens of carved rosewood with panels of embroidered white silk. Along the right wall, almost directly in line with the door, but a good twenty feet into the room, were a writing desk and chair, screened off from view from the doorway by another rosewood-and-silk set of folding panels.
The openwork carving of the standing screens and the translucency of their silk panels offered security in the sense that it would be impossible for an intruder to conceal himself behind one of them; but the fineness of the carving and the elaborate embroidery made them suitable enough for visually dividing the room into different areas.
Inuyasha had no interest in prying into the contents of the chests or the writing desk's drawers, but he did open the wardrobe doors to find that Sesshomaru had far fewer clothes in it than he had ordered for Inuyasha's use. Many of the robes were mostly white, the colour he had known Sesshomaru to favour from the time he had lived here in his earliest years. Some were deep blue or gold. Presumably, the demon lord had other outfits for the most formal occasions, or for battle and physical training, stored elsewhere.
He closed the wardrobe and sat down at the marble-topped table near the windows for a while, staring out at the night sky and finding the moon thin but glowing bright, before wandering over to the bed and sitting at the edge of the mattress closer to the door. It was the side of the bed he had slept on last night.
Just then, Sesshomaru came in. Inuyasha stood up and put on his passively obedient face. He thought the demon lord looked pleased to find him waiting here, but he couldn't be sure, for he had always found his brother's face and eyes hard to read. As Sesshomaru began to remove his outer robe, Inuyasha stepped up, went around him, and slipped it off him simply because it was the right thing to do for his lord and older brother when no servants were around.
In all his experiences in this bedroom thus far, garments were shed only to be dropped to the floor and left to lie where they had fallen until picked up by a servant. He wondered briefly how Sesshomaru would react if he simply opened his fingers and let the robe fall to the ground. But having looked about earlier and seen the clothes stand, he thought better of it and carried the white-and-silver outer robe across the room to drape it over that item of furniture. He felt Sesshomaru's eyes on his back every step of the way, and though he held his head up when he made the return journey, he dropped his own eyes slightly to avoid meeting his intense gaze.
When he stood before him again, his brother cupped his left cheek with his hand and stroked the skin lightly with his thumb. Inuyasha tried not to stare into those hypnotic golden eyes.
"I didn't have much time to talk to you at dinner," Sesshomaru said unexpectedly. "I would have liked to hear more about what you did today."
Also unexpectedly, he led Inuyasha away from the bed, to the table near the windows. He sat down and indicated that Inuyasha should take a seat, but the half-demon remained standing.
"What does it matter what I did today?" the boy asked. His tone of voice was not rude despite the words he used; he sounded resigned instead.
"It matters to me," Sesshomaru replied, not liking the passive way in which his brother spoke.
"No it doesn't," Inuyasha said, in his unique way of combining politeness with resentment. "You didn't care for two hundred years what I did – in fact you wished I had never been born – so I don't see why you should start caring now. You brought me here for a specific purpose, so just get on with it."
He began to remove his clothes to make his point, shedding his sash, jacket and undershirts, and was undoing the ties of his trousers when Sesshomaru's right hand shot out, seized his arm to stop him, and pulled him swiftly into his lap. Inuyasha found his bottom firmly planted on Sesshomaru's right thigh.
The demon lord kept him there with his right arm round his waist, and his left hand holding his chin to keep his face turned towards him, although Inuyasha still refused to meet his eyes.
"Inuyasha," he said his name, but the half-demon kept his eyes averted.
Sesshomaru released his chin and let the fingers of his free hand trail down his brother's neck and along the length of his collarbone. Inuyasha's breath quickened as a shiver ran through his body and spent itself in his belly.
"I will not deny that I once wished you had never been born, for I regarded you as a lasting symbol of our father's weakness," Sesshomaru murmured in a low, calming voice. "Neither will I deny that I brought you here after I saw how beautiful you had grown, because I wanted you in my bed. But I told you that I didn't bring you here only to fuck you, and that was no lie. I want you here to grow and learn as a prince should grow and learn, and I want to know who you are in every way I can."
"I don't see the point," Inuyasha muttered with as much indifference as he could with the demon lord's fingers tracing patterns on his bare chest.
"The point is that you are my brother, and you are not a symbol of our father's weakness as I had first thought, and I left you alone for too long after your mother's passing. It was an oversight," Sesshomaru said.
Inuyasha felt his anger rising at those words. Although he tried to hold it back, he could not prevent the merest trace of sarcasm from entering his voice. "Oversight?" he echoed. "Has the perfect Lord Sesshomaru ever had an oversight?"
Sesshomaru was not pleased at that, but he was prepared to give in a little to keep the evening from degenerating into an unpleasant battle when all he wanted was the half-demon in his arms and in his bed, without any blood spilt or furniture wrecked in the process. So he said stiffly: "I am not too proud to admit that it was an oversight – and that it was my oversight, and the time has come to put that right."
"Whether I like it or not," Inuyasha responded coldly.
"That is correct," Sesshomaru said matter-of-factly. "Whatever our history, you are not of age, and I have every right to keep you with me regardless of how you may feel about it, although it is not my intention to make your time here miserable. On the contrary, I hope you will find that you can benefit greatly from all I can offer you if you choose to learn from it. I hope you will even find a good deal of it enjoyable."
His fingers sought Inuyasha's lips. He traced their rosy outlines and pouty fullness, and slipped the tip of a finger just inside his mouth.
Inuyasha, thinking of where those fingers had been on previous nights, and remembering all that his mother and the two wise sisters at the village had taught him over the years about cleanliness and health, wondered just what he was ingesting each time his brother molested him.
"I've washed my hands well," Sesshomaru said, reading his thoughts from the expression on his face. "You were raised by humans, and I know what they have taught you because their fragile bodies fall victim to all kinds of illnesses if they do not watch where they put their hands and mouths. Demons are far more resistant to disease, regardless of what we ingest and do – but even though I could see fifty years ago that you were extremely strong for a half-demon, stronger than many full demons, I made certain to study the needs of humans so that I would not harm your health, in case your human side proved more dominant. I know now that it is not, and you are almost as resilient as any full demon, but I shall still take care not to harm you or upset your long-held beliefs."
A tiny furrow creased Inuyasha's brow as he struggled with the strangeness of hearing Sesshomaru try to tell him that he cared about his health.
The demon continued: "I used the jade finger gloves last night not to abuse you, but to prepare you for more to come while protecting you from my claws, and I would never put those pieces of jade into your mouth unless they were thoroughly scrubbed in hot water before that. Neither will I expect you to pleasure me with your mouth or tongue after I have taken you and before I have thoroughly washed. Penetrating you that way is something I have not done yet, but I intend to do just that once you are ready."
Inuyasha knew his face was turning pink, and he could not meet Sesshomaru's eyes, but he realised to his disgust that even as he shuddered to think of everything else the demon lord wished to do with him and to him, he did appreciate the care his brother had taken to look into what would not damage his well-being, and shield his body from harm. Servants and slaves at the mercy of cruel masters had little or no recourse however they were abused, but he was being treated as a prince in his elder brother's care, and Sesshomaru seemed at least to be sane, rational and reasonable, and not gratuitously cruel.
The moment those thoughts came to his mind, he asked himself when he had lowered his expectations so far as to actually feel somewhat grateful that the loathed demon brother who had power over him was behaving rationally while violating him, instead of hating him for violating him at all.
"I do want to know all I can about you," Sesshomaru whispered to him. "So the next time I ask you how your day was, perhaps you will not object so coldly to telling me. I'll let it go for now, since we seem to have moved on to other topics, and I don't suppose you will be keen on relating to me what you learnt with Jaken while I am exploring your body and preparing it further to receive me?"
Inuyasha felt his muscles tense even as his limbs seemed to go weak, as if his physical self was unsure whether it ought to leap up from Sesshomaru's lap and flee to the other end of the room while swearing at him, or to sit there like a rag doll in resignation.
Sesshomaru chose a third path, which was to work his fingers into Inuyasha's hair and draw his face towards his to kiss his mouth deeply, almost passionately, although Inuyasha was sure that passion was not an emotion his brother, with his cold mien, was capable of experiencing. Still, the depth of that kiss almost fooled him… almost felt like it meant… something tender rather than twisted.
How could he have got into this state in such a short time of a few days, to be reduced to caring about whether his brother cared for him or not?
Sesshomaru was the one who broke the kiss, and Inuyasha caught a flash of what looked again like tenderness in his eyes as they drew apart. But he forgot it quickly as Sesshomaru stood, raising him along with himself, and steered him towards the bed with a hand on his back.
It hardly mattered whether he cared, Inuyasha thought then, as long as he kept up this nightly nonsense which left the younger of the two brothers shattered by the weakness of his own body, which would insist on caving to the touch of the elder.
Beside the bed, Sesshomaru began to undo the ties of Inuyasha's trousers, which he had stopped the half-demon himself from unknotting earlier.
"You should have just let me remove them over there – they're coming off now anyway, aren't they?" Inuyasha muttered.
Standing behind him, teasing at the ties with his arms around his waist, Sesshomaru murmured: "The difference is that this is being done with pleasure and care, and not with the cold briskness you seemed to think fitting for your nights with me."
Inuyasha coloured, shivering to feel Sesshomaru's breath on his right ear, and the sleekly muscled body at his back. The trousers came off, and soon, the jade glove came out, along with other implements wrapped in cloth, and he was on the mattress again, on his hands and knees this time. He felt nervous about what was to come, but his body was certainly interested in what was going on, for his hardening member dangled between his thighs, bereft of the warm pillow it had had before to push itself deeply into. Sesshomaru wasn't going to let him get off easily tonight.
The demon lord, who remained fully clothed, wrapped one arm round his brother's hips to pull him back a little while pushing down lightly on the back of his neck, prompting Inuyasha to drop his forehead to the bedcovers, cradled between his own hands which rested palms-down on the fabric.
It felt no less uncomfortable to him on this night than the night before when Sesshomaru's jade-clad fingers – first one, then another – entered him, but his brother did not rush, and he was liberal with the oil. Just as Inuyasha was getting sufficiently used to the rhythmic, gentle thrusts of the sheathed digits not to whimper or moan, Sesshomaru produced a new tool which had hitherto been covered with the cloth.
From his more-or-less upside-down perspective with his triangular ears pressed to the covers, Inuyasha's eyes widened as he saw his brother unwrap another piece of jade –as smoothly polished as the finger gloves, but solid rather than hollow, and considerably larger than each of the finger pieces.
Risking Sesshomaru's wrath, he raised his head from the bedcovers and looked around at the demon lord as he withdrew his fingers and untied the glove.
"Did I say you could raise your head or turn to look at me?" Sesshomaru asked evenly.
Inuyasha opened his mouth to speak, then thought better of it, and dropped his head to the bedcovers again, squeezing his eyes shut, for he could tell this was going to hurt. But Sesshomaru had prepared him well, because when the oiled jade first pressed against him, he thought he was going to split open, until it actually entered him, and he found he could take it. It wasn't as thick as the actual article still in Sesshomaru's trousers, but he figured that as this thing inside him was literally rock-hard and had absolutely no give, he might perhaps survive when Sesshomaru finally decided to fuck him.
Nonetheless, it was a fairly large jade object, and with what must have been only two inches inside him, already made him feel quite filled up. He made a small noise in reaction to the discomfort, and cried out softly as Sesshomaru pressed it in a bit deeper. He tried to pull away from it, but the dominant figure in this latest bedroom tableau held him back with a hand over his abdomen.
"You're doing very well," he said. "Does it feel uncomfortable?"
"Yes!" Inuyasha gasped through his gritted teeth.
"But I trust it isn't causing you pain?"
"No," he reluctantly admitted.
"It gets easier with time," he remarked.
"Like you would know," Inuyasha snapped tightly, thinking that Sesshomaru himself had obviously never been on the receiving end of an obscenely shaped piece of deep-green stone.
Sesshomaru actually made a throaty sound that might have been a chuckle, as he replied: "Every lover, servant or slave I have used has told me that it gets easier with time."
"Well the fucking fawning, spineless idiots you grace with your attentions would say anything you wanted to hear!" Inuyasha snarled. "I'm not like any of them!"
His outburst earned him an extra-hard thrust of the phallus, which made him smother a yell in the bedcovers; but it also earned him a gentle stroking of a clawed hand down his left side and lightly over his stomach, pushing upwards until he had raised his upper body on his hands so that his head was off the covers and he was on all fours again. That hand then moved down until it reached his cock and grasped it, provoking from him a sharp intake of breath that he released as if it were a sigh.
"No, you're not like any of them, my little brother," Sesshomaru said, planting a kiss on his spine. "You're an unpredictable little firecracker, and I know you will never say what you think I want to hear just to please me, and that pleases me more than you know."
He whimpered as Sesshomaru's hand began to work his erect organ, stroking back towards his thighs at the same time as he pressed the phallus in, and stroking back out towards the tip in tandem with drawing the phallus out, repeatedly, until Inuyasha was keening mindlessly, straining towards a climax that his demon brother wouldn't allow him to reach because he was keeping his strokes and thrusts just fast enough to leave him frantic with overwhelming sensations, and only just slow enough to prevent him from tipping over the edge.
"You may not believe it, but it pleases me to give you pleasure, as much as it pleases me to receive it from you," Sesshomaru said in a voice strained with arousal from watching the half-demon writhe under his hands and listening to his delightfully helpless, whimpering cries. "Do you want this, Inuyasha? Tell me – do you want this?"
"No!" Inuyasha pushed the word out of his mouth, a remnant of his earlier thoughts that he should loathe his brother for violating him, but the cry was marked with uncertainty.
"Do you want this?" Sesshomaru questioned again, more aggressively and urgently, speeding up his strokes.
And Inuyasha wanted release, desperately wanted it, so the word came grudgingly at last: "Yes..."
"What was that?" Sesshomaru demanded, not letting up.
"Yes–" he gasped. "Yes, Sesshomaru!"
The demon lord increased his pace, and increased it further still, till Inuyasha climaxed with a sharp, short howl that might almost have been a sob of despair and relief, shooting his seed over the bedcovers beneath him.
Sesshomaru continued working him until he had nothing further to yield, then he slid the phallus out of him and released him. Inuyasha would have collapsed onto the bed heedless of the wet, sticky streak glistening on it, had Sesshomaru not dropped the column of jade to the carpet and caught him round the waist to move him to a dryer part of the mattress.
Completely spent, and knowing he had surrendered something of himself he had not wished to give up, he lay there limp, unseeing, almost hearing and feeling nothing other than Sesshomaru's arms encircling him fully, his silk-clad body sliding up against his back; his lips pressing kisses into his hair, his neck, his shoulders; and his voice whispering soft, meaningless nothings into his furry ears that somehow meant everything and soothed him like a wordless lullaby.
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