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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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Chapter List
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IX: The Visit, Part I
~11,000 words
Note: We love to write Sesshoumaru and Kouga as boyhood friends and fuckbuddies as we do in CLAIMING KIN and Salome's "Sesshoumaru and Kouga: The Teen Years." Why not here, too?
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Kouga is hard pressed not to laugh at the way the gardener orders the guards around, though he is happy enough to send Ginta and Hakkaku to the kitchens with Susu and Ban and whichever palace dogs are their best friends this trip and to follow Risu to the garden doors. It's nice visiting without his father...and he notices the place seems very...empty...or more empty without Lord Tai about. Not that it is any less busy or efficient...but definitely more room without the Big Dog Lord.
Ah, the scent does him good. Calms him, as Kouga's visit no doubt will not. "Prince Kouga is not only royalty but a lifelong friend, slave. He will no doubt seek your attention. Treat him with the respect he merits, but know I will intervene if he takes too much advantage of our friendship." And knowing Kouga, he'll take plenty.
"Yes, Master," he says as he gently settles the left foot in the grass and takes up the right, stroking the top with his fingers to find anything out of order. Hn. Not so much that he can tell right away...not like the other foot. If there is anything, his fingers will find it eventually, and he begins with Master's ankle. Master's friend. Royalty. Please don't let him screw up...please...
Kouga thanks the old gardener, but insists on opening the door for himself, and assuring him he doesn't need to be announced. "I can announce myself, I assure you," he grins down at the squirrel and proceeds to do so. "YO DOGFACE...you out here?" His hair is loose for a change and he's only barely dressed with just his sword belt and kilt. No footwear, no leggings, nothing but loose hair and bare, tanned skin and wagging tail.
Perhaps later he will tell Sage how few individuals have ever touched his feet. But for now...and then Kouga's bark disrupts further thought. He turns to be greeted by the sexiest wolf on two legs. Especially tan, skimpily clad, brash of stride, and ridiculously loud. His Kouga. "As if you can't smell me," he yells back. Or, more precisely, says with strong clarity, for Sesshoumaru does not yell, and Kouga knows it well.
He flinches slightly at the strange voice and Doki curls around him. He keeps his focus on Master's foot, adjusting himself when Master turns to answer his guest. Maybe he can just be invisible like slaves are supposed to be.
Kouga steps lightly as is his wont, over to the sun-warmed bench where Sesshou sits. He's about to flop down beside him with another barb when he notices that Sesshoumaru's boots are off. And there's what has to be a slave rubbing his feet. He looks down at the slave, then up at his friend and raises an eyebrow. "While Papa's away, puppies will play, hmm?" And THEN he flops down beside Sesshoumaru. "Your place was on my way, so I thought I'd stop in and say hi, but damn mutt...did you actually buy yourself a slave, or is this one of the castle's stock?"
"He's mine," Sesshoumaru says, turning his eyes to Kouga. He knows damn well they're sparkling with pleasure. "Very much mine."
"Damn," he all but whistled. "He's pretty too. You old dog..." He bumps Sesshou with his shoulder, but continues to examine the slave. "Hanyou? Interesting mix..."
Foot. Master's foot. He hasn't been addressed. He is a slave, and he is doing his job and Master's foot needs attending.
"I'm glad you see his...attractions. I wouldn't take just any slave as my own, of course." He grins at the wolf and nudges him back, hard.
"I see lots of attractive things about him. Not the least of which is that you're letting him massage your feet o delicate princess." The teasing is light hearted but the foot massage observation is not. "He seems pretty new to you...no collar even. Didn't he come with one?"
Sage forces his fingers not to pause and tighten when the wolf prince addresses his Master so. It is not his place. It is not his place. It is not his place. And Master isn't angry so why should he be?
There is no question Kouga is needling not only him but Sage too. He knows how to take it from his dear, mischievous friend, but Sage does not. Still, it is good training for discipline, and he can enjoy the various scents as they pass through him and as he strives to keep his focus on his master. "The collar he came with," he says quietly, ignoring the princess bit, "was...inappropriate."
Kouga shoves his hair out of his eyes and looks down at the slave, then back at Sesshou. "Must'a been bad then. I mean I can see where it was, so that's bad enough. If it isn't a tanline..." He shakes his head. Wolf packs don't keep slaves as a general rule. Occasionally certain things happen, but he's not opposed to slavery in general. It just isn't practical with the way his pack lives. "He's kinda scrawny," he observes, his tail thudding on the bench as he looks him over...not that he can see much with the way the slave is bent over Sesshou's foot. But..."He's got a pelt!!"
Doki floofs at the last. He can't mind being discussed...he's a slave. But Doki is another matter and he silently tries to soothe the disgruntled fur. At least he's already wrapped around him. And he has a job to focus on. Master's foot. Yes.
Sesshoumaru nudges his toe into Sage's hand to help him remember to concentrate. Why he cares what Kouga thinks about how obedient Sage is he has no idea, but he does care. He wraps his hand in Kouga's tail and tugs gently. "Yes, he does have a pelt. Would you think I'd take in just some common, everyday slave?" He brings his lips close to Kouga's. "You know a one-of-a-kind inu likes one-of-a-kind creatures around him." Of course he means Kouga as well as Sage, but he'd so rather not have Kouga suddenly burst forth that the pup is his brother...if he's capable of noticing...which since Sage isn't, perhaps Kouga won't either. It's a delectable tension, wanting to show the slave off but needing to tell him first who he is before he finds out elsewise...
He watches the creature fumble slightly and that fur floofs when he mentions it. Interesting. Of course, Sesshou's family doesn't hold the patent on pelts like that and he grins as his tail is tugged. "You are one of a kind, that's for sure, pillow fucker," and he punctuates it with a kiss on that lovely, dangerous mouth. "Mmmm...I can taste him," he grins as his tail tries to wag in Sesshou's hand. "I wonder if he has another form, like you. Lots of youkai or hanyou who have such obvious extremities have other abilities too.”
Why is it Kouga always thinks things he hasn't allowed himself to ponder yet. One step at a time, his mind is an ordered beast, and Kouga? Well, Kouga is everything at once. "You taste like dried deermeat," he scoffs, disliking the "pillowfucker" nickname that is cute between them but not in front of his slave. He refrains from comment or one-upsmanship not only because Kouga is quicker witted than he ever dreams of being, but also because it will simply inspire worse from the nasty wolf. "That's the closest you'll get to tasting him," Sesshoumaru says, reaching out to gently pet the fur Sage calls "Doki," displaying his mastery in a rather obvious way but carefully. No one knows what a startled pelt feels like inside more than he.
Sage shivers all over as Master strokes his fur...but something in it calls to Doki and he unwinds to wrap around Master's wrist and forearm. Sage freezes. He has no idea what Doki is up to and he isn't going to tug if he doesn't have to...
"Awww...you and me always share Sesshou!!" But he's not really protesting. Something about this slave has brought out a side of his best friend he hasn't ever seen. And better still that his father is away. His eyes open wide though as the dark, thin fur responds to Sesshoumaru's touch. "Fuck me," he breathes. He still hasn't gotten a good look at this slave...that he is small, dark and has hair and a pelt to match is all he can tell. Well that, and he's been recently cleaned...very well. He leans in closer to watch, but not to touch. "You can't have had him long," he says, almost asking a question. "Right now it's all the palace is talking about."
Sesshoumaru's eyes fix on that tricky pelt that is suddenly making nice. He won't count on such obedience regularly, not from the fur, but he enjoys it enormously, especially with Kouga watching. He finds voice. "Only you would know what 'all the palace is talking about' when you've been here less than an hour." But he's mesmerizing and his voice is flat as he turns his hand over and watches the fur wrap him. It feels incredibly good, and soon his fur, which seemed about to pounce upon Kouga's tail, wends its tip to smooth over the black fur's surface.
Sage stays quiet and still. He can feel Master's hand and arm through Doki and then Master's fur touching Doki...and then...oh thank all the gods...Doki unwinds from Master's hand and arm to twine and squeeze briefly with Master's fur before retreating, back to where he belongs
"Yeah, well I have ears and not just the ones on my head ya know." He watches as the furs dance briefly with each other and then the settled black fur moves back to the slave, still sitting with Sesshoumaru's foot in his lap. "Inu," he says with certainty. "Some ookami too, human of course and one I don't quite recognize. Whatever it is, he's got a good dose of it. It nearly drowns out the inu, which ought to be, by my nose, the dominant traits." He noses Sesshou's cheek. The boy hasn't said word one since he got there...but then he also reminds himself that he's a slave and hasn't been directly addressed.
Sesshoumaru is lightheaded from the exchange, and from the spike in Kouga's scent as it happens. The damn wolf is like a hormone bomb all the time. He rouses himself at Kouga's predictable claim that the boy's inu is in any way drowned by anything, though. "Eh, you've been living in caves too long. It's hyena you smell and the inu is dominant." He bites back the rest of what he was going to say -- "as it should be" -- and lets it ride that it was Sage who told him he was part hyena rather than Sesshoumaru's nose recognizing it. Not a common part of a hanyou blend around these parts. "Shall I introduce you then, my randy friend?" He reaches up to tug on that thick messy mane of Kouga's. It's so hard to be near and not touch him: the hormone thing again, no doubt. He wonders if Sage feels it's pull. Probably not. Probably just him. His father has more than once complained that the two of them smell more like mates than friends. It's always been an occasion for laughter, for they also smell like the wenches they share more often than not.
"Hyena, is it? Wow...it's been...I think I was a pup the last time I saw or smelled a hyena. Diplomat from the west, remember? And it was a female. She was biiiiiiig. But then I guess we were small." He grins and lets his tail thwap Sesshoumaru's backside. "Do introduce me, you selfish bastard. I haven't even gotten a good look at him yet, but I've pitched a tent in my kilt, just for you."
He gives Master's foot a last, lingering caress. They need careful tending, and he smiles a little at being able to do something right. The reality of being introduced to a wolf prince, he keeps back until Master makes it so. He can smell the wolf's arousal and Master's too and it's pretty clear they're more than friends to his nose.
Sesshoumaru groans at Kouga's predictable crassness. "Just keep it in your skirt, boyo," he says, and reaches down to tip up Sage's little face. "My slave, this is Prince Kouga of the Mountain Wolf Tribe. He speaks like a peasant and thinks of nothing but sex, yet he is my most noble and trustworthy friend and ally." He releases the chin in his fingertips and waits for Sage to make his bow.
Kouga watches interestedly as Sesshoumaru's voice takes on a tone he's never heard before. Not ever. And the little slave is startlingly beautiful. Sharp amber eyes both like and unlike Sesshou's, and skin that is obviously used to being in the sun, but is shaded a couple of degrees darker than most youkai around these parts. When he bows he notices the tail end of the pelt curls around the bottoms of his feet and the robe Sesshoumaru has him dressed in gives him a nice view of an equally dark backside. One marked with bruises, welts and scars. He can't see the boy's back, but he's pretty sure he knows what he'll find there were he to look. "He is lovely, dog. I've never seen anyone like him. Nice little ass too," he smirks.
The prince is not quite so tall as Master, but tanned and muscled and with long dark hairinstead of long silver hair. And a tail instead of a fur. But he doesn't want to shame Master, so he bows properly after the barest glimpse of the prince and remains in his bow, thankful for the leash in Master's hand.
"He is well trained and skilled in many ways," Sesshoumaru brags. "And he's been ill-treated, as you can imagine." He finds Sage's bow perfect, as he predicted it would be. Is his discipline somehow related to his desire to please his new master, or has he learned to be this well behaved through abuse?
"Very interesting," Kouga says, his eyes still on the slave. "Wonder what your father'll think when he comes home and finds you've taken a slave." Something niggles him, but he hushes it for the moment. "He's very young...if you intend to keep him you'll have lots of time to train out whatever bad habits those who hurt him gave him. Can I touch him? If you have him sit up I mean..."
Sage keeps his face on his hands, and his ears and nose on Master. Before all interactions had been with servants...Midori...the serving girl who had brought breakfast...this is different because Master likes this person, not just because he is an Important Person.
Sesshoumaru twitches. Kouga has no idea how right he is. But all will be well. He'll make it so. Tonight, collar affixed, he will tell Sage of his heritage and, he hopes, it will bond them even more tightly. And now Kouga wants to touch him, does he? "Hmm. All right. But touch his fur or his cock and you'll be sorry, beast." He knows Kouga wouldn't. But it is good to taunt him, always.
"I promise to be a good randy wolf," he says, reaching down to stroke the boy's hair. "Sit on up boy...what's his name Sesshou?"
Sage doesn't move or flinch from the touch, though his fur lashes behind him confusedly. Is he supposed to obey the Prince?
"He isn't going to obey you without my consent," Sesshoumaru says with delight. "You may sit up for the randy wolf prince, Sage." He pronounces the name carefully, pridefully, knowing Kouga will note it well.
"Damn...and you've only had him for...hmm. If he doesn't have your collar yet, and I'd bet my tail you put Akemi on it...you couldn't have gotten him before yesterday!" He watches as the boy sits up from his bow, hands on his thighs, head still down. "Not as young as I first thought," he comments, reaching out to tip the slave's face more into the light. And then he stares at Sesshoumaru. "What kind of a name is that?"
He sits up carefully, face and eyes still down. The prince's touch is as gentle as Master's touch and that surprises him as his face is tipped up and to the side a bit. He wants to say that his name is whatever Master says it is...but Master is the first one to use his real name, and say it right anyway. And he must keep quiet. Obey Master.
"Young enough," Sesshoumaru says, meaning that he needs to be taught, trained. The perverse implications Kouga will no doubt discern on his own. "Sage, you may--you will answer Prince Kouga's questions as he asks them." Giving commands does not come so easily with little Sage as it does with servants.
"Yes, Master," he says, bowing his head again. "Master?" He can't not ask for clarification if he is to do this correctly.
Kouga leans his arm on the back of the bench and watches. He knows better than to ask if Sesshou knows what he has. Slaves don't come better than this...but he's obviously been a slave for a long time.
"Yes, my slave?" Sesshoumaru asks, sending forth both dominance and indulgence that just seem to flow from him and to the boy. He cannot pretend they are alone, but Kouga seems to be enjoying himself.
"I...I...when he asks me questions I answer them, Master? Just then, Master?" He's nervous and Doki floofs a bit but settles.
Oh that's just too sweet. And Sesshoumaru...damn...he's happy in a way he's never seen him before. Really bringing out the alpha. He watches the little slave curiously. Most new slaves just don't...respond this way. And he's an experienced slave, he can see the original brand. It's old and faded and stretched.
"When you are directly spoken to, please answer. And if you have questions, you may always ask." He leans in and kisses the little wondering mouth, making sure Kouga has a nice view.
Sage leans up into the kiss gratefully, panting slightly when Master sits back. "Yes, Master," he says, relieved and happy for the clarification and permission.
"You've already fucked him, haven't you dog," Kouga says when Sesshoumaru straightens. "I can smell it all over you."
He turns a delighted grin on Kouga. The kind of smile the wolf likes to kiss right off his face. "If you can smell it, my crass friend, why ask?" He turns back to Sage, looking for any sign of embarrassment.
Sage flushes, just a little. Not so much out of embarrassment, but at the way the wolf prince leers at Master. Master had fucked him. He could still feel it, inside. The soreness was comfortingly familiar, but his eyes get very wide and he gets to his feet when the wolf prince all but attacks Master!!
Oh he can't resist that smile, and he turns and pounces on Sesshou, pinning him down to kiss that smile right off his face. "Because I like announcing the obvious, that's...Sesshou..." his voice lowers..."your slave..."
Sesshoumaru growls into Kouga's mouth then, when the wolf speaks, he turns his head to see Sage standing, looking at them. "Sage?"
He blinks and looks and feels confused for a moment...what...realization dawns and in a flash he's back on his knees. Stupid stupid STUPID!!! "Please forgive me Master," he says from where his face is plastered to his hands which are planted firmly in the grass.
Kouga leans up on one elbow and watches, looks down at Sesshoumaru with both his eyebrows raised. "Jealous already do you think?" he asks as a tension breaker. He doesn't think that's it, but it is odd behavior for someone who appears to have been a slave most of his life and who smells like he very much wants to please his "Master".
Sesshoumaru shakes his head, breathes in Sage's scent. "You sought to protect me, did you, little one?" He finds it precious, endearing, and of course absurd too. A plan dawns.
"I'm sorry Master," he repeats. "I had no business...I...you...please I'm sorry!!"
"I know that smell..." Kouga looks down at the dog beneath him and sits up so that Sesshoumaru can too.
Sesshoumaru sits up, looks down at the desperate little pup then at Kouga. A plan to spank the pup with Kouga's assistance dissipates as the wolf speaks. Does he know?
"Awww...you killed it. I like it when you have something naughty up your sleeve!!"
Sage remains plastered to the grass as much as possible, waiting for Master to...decide what to do with him.
Sesshoumaru is truly confused now. "What the hell are you talking about, cave rat?" He continues to take in the smell of Sage's subservience. It seems to him only that Sage sought to protect him from the "attack" of his friend... What does Kouga know?
"I am SO not a cave rat, dog breath. I meant your smell. You smelled like you were considering something naughty, on top of your being a little baffled and proud that your slave wanted to "protect" you from my lecherous advances. Then I opened my mouth and the naughty scent went away." He sticks his tongue out at Sesshou to make his point.
He can stay in this position all day. And all night. He knows quite well from experience. And learning that experience.
Sesshoumaru leans in and nips that offered tongue. "It just so happens I do have something in mind." He turns to Sage. "Lift your haori and place yourself over my lap, slave," he commands. "Would you care to help me spank a misbehaving pup, my mangy friend?"
Sage rises with a quickness and does as he is bid, his fur well up and out of the way by the time he's over Master's lap. He puts his face in his arms on the bench, disturbingly close to the wolf prince,but he doesn't see how else he could do it.
Kouga grins. "Mmmm...it's been awhile since I've been a part of a good spanking. I would be most honored to help, o gracious host of mine." He had given the slave enough room to get in position and now he runs his hand through that thick, somewhat ragged hair. Flea free, and no lice either. "Ha!! You sic'd Midori on him didncha!!"
"Midori is a gifted servant. Now be gentle with the boy...so I don't have to. You can be good alpha and I'll be bad." He rubs his hand over the small bottom before him, frowning a bit at still-present bruises and those scars on his lower back. He will not add to the damage done. "Sage," he says in a firm master's voice, "You should not have risen from your position without permission. Do you understand that?" Of course he does. But the ritual is delightful.
Kouga grins and continues to stroke the shiny black hair. It is still rough, but it won't be for long in Sesshou's service he knows. "Can I be bad alpha next time?"
"Not with my slave you can't," he snaps before Sage can get a word in.
"Yes, Master," he says, his voice muffled, his body entirely still. He...rather likes this. It is like his sore bottom...familiar. And the prince keeps touching him so gently, despite his words.
"Oh put your ruff down, Sesshou. He's a good boy, you can already tell." He looks into his best friend's eyes with sincerity that Lords often fake but Kouga never does.
Sesshoumaru grins and licks Kouga's lips. "I do adore you, fleabag." He lets his claws run up and down Sage's bottom and thighs, careful to avoid bruised places or scars. This will be good, and he will attend to the scent the boy gives off. So far, he seems alert and even...can it be?... eager? "Does my slave like to be spanked?" he asks, using indirect language to arouse himself but there is no question he is speaking directly to Sage.
"I like to please Master," he says promptly. "I like...it is...I don't exactly like spankings," he fumbles for his words. "I like...I like it is familiar, Master." And that it is you, not some other Master.
Kouga nods at the boy's scent and words. Serving Sesshoumaru...as any of his personal servants would attest is not like serving any other noble. He can't imagine what a slave must think, or feel, brought into his friend's world. And...just as Sesshoumaru is no ordinary Lord's son, neither does his slave seem to be...ordinary. "I see," he murmurs.
Before Sage can fully gather his thoughts and his readiness, he strikes, a single swipe across both cheeks, loud and stingy but not hard or penetrating. A beautiful textbook SMACK. He grins and winks at Kouga as he hears it echo about the garden walls. "Shall I have him count?" he asks Kouga.
The wolf prince considers this. "You could...and he would...but my opinion...if you truly want it would be to experience this...both of you. Look at him...he didn't budge, cry out or even gasp. Counting can be fun...remember that one time right before that banquet? We couldn't sit still cause neither one of us would admit that we couldn't keep counting while we beat each other's asses red and black and blue!!"
Sage breathes. Above him they talk, but inside he's calm and he lets the feeling of Master's hand spread across all the skin it touched. It stung a bit, and hurt a bit, but no more than that.
Sesshoumaru takes in his friend's advice. Why does it always seem like Kouga knows so much more than he does? Cave dweller thing? The way they live, very loose, free, chaotic, it seems to Sesshoumaru, but he knows very well it has its own order and logic. As for him? He's protected, petted, spoiled. He knows it. And it isn't as if he doesn't travel. It's just...well...Kouga knows HIM. That's what it really is. He raises his hand again and strikes once, twice, then again. He feels the tingle in his palm and watches the pup's cheeks redden beautifully. Damn but he's lovely. He rubs across the warm little welts.
Sage lets his breath pant a little bit. Normally he wouldn't respond to something like this just out of perverse pride and to infuriate whomever was spanking or whipping him. This is not the same. Master is spanking hard enough, but not...he has the leash right there, he could easily use the end of it without even moving it from his throat. He feels...absurdly cared for and wants Master to feel good too. He was bad, there is no question. He deserves this punishment. He would not think of protesting it. And Master's lap is so very...safe. And the prince's fingers never stop being gentle in his hair...
Kouga cannot help his curiosity. As Sesshou rubs the beginnings of a pretty little red ass, he moves the short haori up to confirm what he thought, and then smoothes it back down. And he smiles. And kisses Sesshou's cheek. "Very pretty. Do it again."
Sesshoumaru trails his claws down the reddened cheeks a bit more roughly and slowly, feeling Sage's reaction to them, to him. Then he raises his hand again and slaps him twice more. "Who is your master, slave? Whom do you obey?". He looks into Kouga's smiling sky blue eyes as he speaks.
He gasps a little at the claws and the smacks and tries to remember the right answer. Master told him last night...or this morning...he did..."L...Lord Sesshoumaru, Master!!" His voice is trembly, not because of the punishment, but because he isn't entirely certain he remembered the right answer to those questions.
Kouga groans. "Fuck Sesshou...he's a beauty. You'd better keep him...he's already been wasted by masters who couldn't possibly appreciate his potential. You're makin' me want one just like him I swear!!"
Oh how right his name sounds in that small, panting mouth. "Yes, yes, pretty little pup," he tells his slave, then swats him again a few times before bringing his tongue to lave the little welts, to taste Sage's hot flesh. "You have no idea," he murmurs after, looking up to watch Kouga stroking his messy thatch of soft black hair.
Sage moans when Master's warm, wet mouth touches his sore skin. Yes please...let me please you...let me...please Master...
"Probably not," he agrees, watching the tongue he knows so well lick that ass he just watch get reddened. "But I know you," he leans down to murmur in his best friend's ear as he licks it. "And I like what I see." He nips the tip with sharp fangs and sits up, still stroking the boy's hair. "Such a good litttle slave for his master," he croons, playing up the "good alpha" bit.
Sesshoumaru turns the boy into his arms and onto his lap. "You can and have taken so very much worse, haven't you, little slave?" He dislikes the thought of it, more and more. Slave and blood kin, and too many scars and brands for one so young. "You never will again," he says, decisively.
He looks up at Master, a little confused. "Master can spank me harder...or punish me however he wishes. It is not for this slave to say what is worse or...or...or not worse, Master."
Kouga stays quiet for this one. He doesn't smell everything that's going on between them, and the little slave with the bizarre name is one big mass of conflicting scents as it is. He sits back, his arms across the back of the bench and lets the sun soak into his bare chest.
"Worse is this," says Sesshoumaru, reaching up his back and pressing his fingers against scars. "I will spank you for pleasure and occasionally may have to punish you for worse, should you truly put yourself in danger or betray me. But I will not damage what is mine to protect, to use, to cherish.". He had not intended to make an impassioned speech and clears his throat awkwardly, then quickly looks over at the wolf who smells far too bemused.
"Master must do as Master wishes," he says, his head down. The sharpness and ache of his back is still dulled nicely by Midori's salve and so not even his skin flinches away from Master's touch. I want to be good for Master, he wants to say...but he can't. He has said it, but with the wolf prince there, no matter how nice...not after that shameful display on his part.
Kouga rolls his head on his shoulder towards Sesshoumaru as Sesshou glances over at him. And nods at him. And moves his hand so it grips his friend's shoulder. It's all good. Sesshou isn't the outright sadistic for the sake of being sadistic type anyhow. Well, there's Jaken...but he LIKES being kicked. "He likes you," is what he says to Sesshoumaru. "Your slave does."
Sage's confused smell and Kouga's reaction begin to confuse Sesshoumaru as well. Does the boy need more? A crueler master to make him feel owned? Kouga seems to think not. Can he confess that he genuinely likes...and what's more desires his slave? His slave who is also his brother? He sighs and strokes Sages face. "You are are good slave," he says warmly. "My good slave.". He looks again to Kouga and takes his hand.
Sage leans into the hand stroking his face and Doki moves to wrap around and around with Master's big fur and smiles tremulously. Master is pleased with him. Master said he is a good slave...HIS good slave.
Kouga squeezes Sesshou's hand tightly, and moves to murmur. "He does...trust me. Think about it though...he's probably never had a master he liked or who liked him the way you do. You're doin' good. Betcha anything you'll do more than good, mutt breath." He means it. He'd like to say more. The longer he watches Sesshou and his new slave, the more he remembers other slaves, other times he's seen slaves and slavers...but he doesn't. Sesshou'll figure it out.
Sesshoumaru smiles as he replaces Sage onto his feet. "See that tree over there?" He points. "Go smell it. It's the Prince's favorite place to piss late at night when he doesn't know anyone else is looking. Makes me think of him whenever he's not here." As Sage stands and turns where he points, he murmurs back to Kouga, "How could Lord Sesshoumaru be any less than the perfect master?" He sighs. "But there's something I need to tell you...I just can't tell you yet...not here and now. But soon."
He hesitates only briefly but takes the leash in his own hand so it doesn't drag and walks carefully over to the tree. He does like to smell things, but he glances back frequently to make sure Master is still there. He can tell Master wants to talk to the Prince without a slave listening in, so he doesn't.
Kouga puts both arms around Sesshou. "Tell me whenever you're ready...I can wait." He wuffs as he grins into Sesshou's ear. "Poor pup...he's so confused...y'see? Man...it made me remember somethin'...remember when we were...oh...a little older than your slave there and there was this big territory fight between some human and youkai groups? Some of the groups involved were kin packs of ours. And I went with Pop...or rather he took me with him, after to help sort things out. Learning experience...you know the kind. And there were slaves. In cages or chained in lines...a bunch of them doing the work they were supposed to do before the fighting. He takes a breath and watches the slave sniff around his tree. "There were human and youkai and prolly hanyou slaves too. But what I remember most, besides the smell of the dead was when the slaves were released. Their chains taken off...or the cage or pens were opened up...you know ookami generally got no use for slaves the way we live. And most of 'em wouldn't...or couldn't leave. I mean it was obvious they were treated bad...but to be so broken. He makes me think of 'em because he's not broke, not really. I dunno. Maybe I'm just runnin' off at the mouth. He's confused tho and I'd guess it's because he's used to different treatment. Don't mean he wants that treatment, y'know?"
Sesshoumaru grunts. "I used to have nightmares about cages. I wouldn't be in them, I'd be stuffing others into them. I'd waking up wondering who the hell I was. Thanks for reminding me." He punches Kouga's arm, then peers at Sage. "Damn, he's beautiful. And you're right. Not broken. Bowed but unbroken. So young too. And Kouga...he's Papa's." The last he says very very softly. Sage shouldn't hear until the time is right. But he'll tell him, he's more and more certain he'll tell him no matter the consequences.
Sage crawls around the base of the tree...the wolf prince DID like to pee here, that was certain!! And there were other messages too, not just piss but musk and other smells.
"Damn that dream would freak me out." He noses Sesshou's neck when the last bit filters through and he freezes. And his whisper drops so there is no way even someone sitting right next to them could hear it. "The fuck? Are you sure??"
"Now that you know, smell him again. You'll be sure too. I want my collar on him before I tell him. You think that's right, don't you?" Sesshoumaru does not like to ask others' opinions, never has. But this is Kouga. And Sage will be returning and within earshot soon. He does not look into Kouga's eyes as he speaks; he is watching the pup smell the tree. "If he bends over again, I swear I'm gonna mount him," he jokes, as if the mood can be lightened...though he is also quite serious.
"Mmmm...I'd love to see that, dog." He licks Sessshou's cheek as he considers the question. "I think, if you're gonna tell him you should do it when he feels safe. And going by the way he clutches that leash I think waiting until he has your collar on him is a good idea." He watches the pup creep around the tree on all fours, then stand up on his toes, reaching up for something unseen. That's nearly as good a view. "You sure he needs to know?" He's serious. The boy is in good hands now, Sesshou will treat him right, and beyond he suspects. On the other hand..."Ah shit, your father. I guess you gotta, maybe."
There's smellies up here too, and Sage stretches up to try and get his nose on it, but he's not quite tall enough. Easily solved. He loops the leash around his wrist and reaches up, bracing the soles of his feet against the trunk of the tree so he can pull himself up a bit further. Ooo...there had been a birds nest here, but not anymore!!
Sesshoumaru turns to Kouga with visible gratitude pouring from his eyes. "I don't want to tell him. You have no idea...but I should. Even without Papa knowing... He should know. Know who he is and why I won't ever sell him or mistreat him, you know? Suddenly, I have a brother...and I'm still the sole heir. It's an amazing feeling. I don't really have words for it, but if I did, skirtboy, you'd be the one I'd tell." He hears the sound of feet scraping bark and turns to watch Sage scrambling up the tree.
Kouga grins at the slave in the tree...he can't help it. Then he turns to Sesshou and kisses him; chastely at first, then with his hand around the back of his head, deep and long. When he pulls back, he presses his forehead to his best friend's forehead and his voice is serious. "Do what you feel is the right thing..." he glances at Sage, who despite injuries he can see better now as his haori rides up, executes a neat little flip and lands in a crouch in the soft grass...and immediately looks for Sesshou. "I dunno how he'll take it...you'd know better 'n me but making him feel safe first is all I can say for sure that will help. He's yours...brother or no. He's already decided that I think. You know like when a dog fixates on one person no matter what the trainers or your Lady Mother may have planned for it? Like that."
Sesshoumaru breathes in Kouga, all in his mouth and nostrils now. He fits inside him, a place that's just Kouga's. Can Sage fit too? He already feels it, but he can't help but be concerned that Sage will feel betrayed when he discovers his brother knew all along. "Jaken found him," is all he says, though his scent tells far more. Without meaning to, he holds out his arms for Sage to return. To sit at his feet, for him to take the leash, or to embrace him. The slave will decide, and that gives him pleasure.
"Well at least you know Jaken won't tell your dad before he finds out. He holds his friend tight and smiles as the slave gets up at once and doesn't walk or trot but RUNS back to Sesshou.
Master wants him!! The wolf prince is hugging him and Master smells...not unhappy or anything and the wolf prince smells...like he smells, but he skids to a stop to kneel at Master's feet and offer him the end of the leash. Oww. He forgot his ass is still red.
Before he can reply, he sees Sage heading back, looking and smelling entirely delighted. As he is at the sight. The moment he returns, skidding onto his knees, Sesshoumaru takes the leash and makes it taut so Sage can feel it. Feel owned, safe, secure and very much belonging. Then he pats his knee, as if for a true pup.
Yeah, somehow he doesn't think Sesshou has much to worry about, except making the slave feel safe. And now that he's close up and knows what to look for he can smell it. No wonder he didn't catch it before, that hyena smell is strong stuff...almost like it's trying to cover the inu on purpose. But Sesshou smells it without a problem. Interesting. He wishes he'd had a chance to ask Sesshou about the seller or if he knew about the slave's mother.
Sage rises up on his knees at the pat, fingers with blunted claws on the bench, unsure exactly what Master wants. That usually means to get up, but sometimes it means to come, or to sit properly at heel. The soft leather is snug around his neck, well above where his old collar had rested and it makes him feel...really good. But he has to know, so he asks, "Master?"
"Come let me hold you again, Sage. Tell me all about what you saw and smelled." He holds an arm out. His scent certainly must tell Kouga everything he feels...and perhaps more.
He obeys and climbs into Master's lap and Doki seeks out Master's fur at once. He wonders if Master will ever get angry about that. "There was a birds nest last year with three chicks in it. And Master's guest Prince Kouga leaves lots of messages on the tree. They stay a long time." He's a little shy, talking about what he smelled in front of the ROYALTY who made the smells.
Kouga grins. His big, toothy, leering grin. "I do at that...nothin' like a little wolf piss to get your Master's attention, little slave." He isn't even going to attempt that name...he can't see getting his mouth around it!!
He grins. Kouga doesn't know what he's in for. Stroking Sage's hair and taking in the scent of his excitement and Kouga's pleasure, he prompts, "Give him your hand, Kouga, and see what else he can tell you."
Kouga raises his eyebrows, again making them vanish under the fall of his long, black hair. "He gonna read my palm? Tell me my fortune?" He grins and holds his hand out to the slave. "Go ahead...it's okay."
Sage hesitates, looks up at Master, then gingerly takes the Prince's hand in both of his and slowly runs his fingers down the palm and even more slowly presses his palm to the Prince's palm. He breathes in and out, his eyes half close then jerk open, startled, looking up at Master. "Do...do I say Master?"
"It is safe to tell Kouga, to show him who you are, my slave. He is your master's most trusted friend." He sends forth the scent of safety and ease he feels, always, with Kouga.
Kouga waits patiently, though he gives Sesshou a look that clearly indicates his...skepticism of whatever this is.
Kouga's look makes Sesshoumaru's arrogance swell. Even his cock stiffens a little at the excitement of springing something like this on his friend.
Sage keeps his head down. "Yes, Master." He hesitates before beginning. "Royalty from both sides, alpha from both sides. Oldest by more than a decade due to...to..." he fumbles, frowning. "Drought," he finally says. "Made things hard for the pack. Carry a sword but your real weapons are your legs; no one is faster for longer than you and you can beat Master if he isn't using his poison." He pauses again, then manages to get some more out. "You understand the words of your four legged brothers and sisters and are easy in who and what you are and you really really like Master a lot." Carefully he sets the hand down and curls back into Master, hiding his face.
Kouga stares. He stares at the little hand on his, then at the downturned face as the slave speaks, then up at Sesshou. He's startled when his hand is returned, gently and the slave retreats and he finally finds his voice. "You didn't know I was coming," he says slowly. "You couldn't have told him any of that." It's a statement...not a question. "What the fuck, Sesshou?"
Sesshoumaru nuzzles and squeezes the pup like the prize he is. He kisses the top of his head. "Would I have any but the most remarkable of slaves?" He grins proudly. "And would I be holding him like a babe...except for the wanting to fuck him part...if he was not a wonder?" His fur practically dances with Doki.
Kouga shakes his head. "Goddamn dog. That's freaky. Hey. Don't...don't show anyone else. Promise."
Master is hard underneath him and so he wriggles his sore bottom just a bit so it's sitting better on the hardness. He's relieved to be held and allowed to hide his face from the Prince. Doki and Master's fur are happy though. He's happy himself, after a fashion. Scared, but happy to have pleased Master so well.
Sesshoumaru grins as Sage adjusts himself nicely over his prick, but he nods too and takes Kouga's hand. "No one but you, darkmeat." He thinks a moment as he looks into Kouga's eyes. "Papa, though, you know?"
"Maybe," Kouga says. "Give it time. Hell you GOT time, that's the beauty of it. You got tons of time for...damnit Sesshou i CAN'T say his name and you just love that, donncha? Anyway, you got plenty of time to get your slave settled in before you gotta think too hard about the old dog." He huffs slightly. "Wish he'd taken MY parents with 'em, I can tell you that much."
Sage pays no attention to what they're saying over his head. He's content to be bathed in Master's scent and held in Master's lap and to sit on Master's hard cock, unless Master wanted more...
"Stay as long as you like, my wolf." He leans and nuzzles Kouga's throat, to get a little more of that sweet stink on his face. It jostles Sage a little, but he seems content to be held and enjoyed. "This is definitely a new adventure," he murmurs into Kouga's pointed ear, then licks it.
"Mmmm..." He tips his head up, just for his dog, then bends it down to brush their cheeks and then noses together. "I gotta head out after midday," he says regretfully. "But I'll stop on the way back. Couldn't keep me away with sticks even." He noses his way down to kiss Sesshou with the pup right there and oh he wants to touch and maaaaaybe he does a little stroking on the slave's bare leg while he kisses Sesshou.
He adjusts himself easily as Master moves. So long as Master doesn't indicate he wants him down, he'll stay. Besides, Doki and Master's fur are still wrapped together. He scrunches down just a little when Master and the Wolf Prince kiss again, and he's only a little startled to feel a warm hand on his leg.
"You touchin' my pup, wolf?" Sesshoumaru grins, grabbing his hand on Sage's thigh with claws out. He has no qualms about it, and Sage is a bit...unnerved but not upset about it. "You want him, don't you?" Oh this is more fun every minute.
Kouga grins. "You know I do, beautiful. And you know I was. He's so very pretty. Reminds me of when we were that small all the nasty shit we used to do...remember?" He's not intimidated by the claws...they like to help him pitch his tents, so to speak...
Sage relaxes a bit and Master's fur squeezes around his lower leg gently. Master decides. And all the hardness and musk in the air and being in Master's lap is starting to get to him too.
Sesshoumaru breathes in deeply. "Oh damn." His cock is getting so hard so fast. "You two smell better than dog-bitches in heat," he groans. He's gonna end up doing whatever Kouga wants if he's not careful. And right now he's still not sure he's truly ready to share...or that Sage is either.
Kouga doesn't bother to answer. Instead he turns his head and licks up the wrist that is holding his hand captive and makes the little howly wolf rumble and thuds his tail on the bench.
Sage does look up at that. He likes smelling good for Master. "Master? Do you want me to...please you please?"
Sesshoumaru's fur thrashes, laboring, it seems, to take Sage's pelt for a ride on Kouga's tail. Then the little voice speaks... How bold he is becoming, so quickly. "You boys are driving me wild," he snarls with hunger.
Sage closes his mouth and puts his face and eyes back down. Master will tell him if he wishes anything. He shouldn't have said anything.
Kouga however grins knowingly. "You gonna show us how hungry you are dog, or are you just gonna keep barkin' about it?"
Sesshoumaru moans. Who's the alpha here anyway? He musters control, if not over cock and fur then over his damned voice. "How would you like to pleasure me, Sage?" he asks, cock poking him nicely where he sits.
"However I may best please Master," he replies promptly and sincerly, looking up again with anticipation, but with a little hesitant look at the Prince. "How can this slave best please Master?"
"Bet he sucks a mean cock...or maybe he doesn't...all I know is you fucked him good...and he smells awful sweet sittin' in your already good and stinky lap, my beautiful mutt."
Oh that sweet little voice... The way he asks... And Kouga, that filthy delicious mouth. "Release my cock and see what you've done to it, my slave," he at last commands, voice as even as he can make it.
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