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A Heat to Overcome	By : Sparrowhawk Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 31291 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Ardentes: Thank you so much for leaving a review for the last chapter! I was a little anxious about it because it goes from one part to another more than previous chapters and I was afraid it might be too choppy, but I'm glad it turned out well. Also, thanks for clarifying what you meant. I think I'll still note the forceful scenes even if they aren't quite that graphic. I like that Sesshomaru's not as cold as in the show, too. Although, in the show from what I've observed of Sesshomaru, he does have feelings for his brother. They may not always show, but I've noticed several times after he's vowed again to take Inuyasha's life and he has him in a position where he could, he makes an excuse to leave him alive. Now, if that isn't telling enough of his feelings for Inuyasha, I don't know what is, lol. Of course, those feelings probably aren't the same as what's in my fanfic *perverted smile*, but I think Sessh definitely has some brotherly feelings for his ototo. As for Inuyasha fighting the slavers, yeah, I couldn't imagine him just giving up at all. He's just not the type. Glad you enjoyed it!! Looking forward to hearing what you think of this upcoming chapter as well (: (:

All right, that's all for reviews, so on to the chapter!

Warnings for those who'd like to know: profanity (duh), an anxious and somewhat whiny Kagome, a dream sex scene between Sessh and Inuyasha (so yes, that's incest and all the warnings that go along with that), a murderous and, later, very stupid Sesshomaru who everyone wants to hit for being so stupid, and a more serious warning for memories of rape and torture which will be marked with Beg. ****** for the beginning of the scene, and End. ****** for where it ends. Those of you who are uncomfortable with reading that material, feel free to skip it or go ahead and read it at your own discretion.

Chapter Nine

To Be Hanyou

Kouga's tail twitched as he lifted his head into the wind at the top of the peak above the den of his wolf pack. Many different odors drifted to him, but he ignored them. He was waiting for something different tonight.

"Anything?" Kagome asked from a few paces behind him, well away from the edge of the rock.

"Not yet," he responded, tilting his head slightly into the more than cool breeze that teased his dark hair.

"Do you think they found anything?"

Sighing, Kouga glanced back at the hopeful miko and then returned his gaze to the quickly brightening horizon. He didn't want to get her hopes up. Finding any clues about that particular slaver and his band was as rare as plucking a clover and finding that it has four leaves rather than three. Still, he didn't want to completely crush that hope either. "If they did," he carefully said, "they'll report it."

Kagome shivered. Even covered in the warm fur coats Kouga had kindly hunted down for her, the north was cold. But her chills weren't only from the icy wind. The moon, a mere sliver high in the early morning sky, was quickly waning. Inuyasha didn't have much time left before he lost his hanyou powers--perhaps five more days. She hated to think what might happen to her beloved friend, human and helpless in front of those heartless youkai slavers.

She wrapped the furs more tightly around herself. "Do you think he's okay?"

"Who? Mutt face?" Kagome glared, and he hurried to clear his throat. "Aw, o' course he is. He's a tough pup."

"Pup? Aren't you and him the same age?"

Kouga scoffed. "Yer kiddin' right? Me an' dog bre--uh ... Inuyasha? Inuyasha ain't even an adult yet. Me? I'm way past my puppy years. My first heat was a couple hundred years ago. His was late, but ... well, not that late if ya know what I mean. Maybe by ... oh, fifty years or so."

"Since he was pinned to the tree," Kagome breathed out in realization.

"Tree?"

Kagome waved away his question, thinking. Had Kikyo's sacred arrow done more than put Inuyasha into an enchanted sleep? Had it also frozen his growth? Did that mean Inuyasha was actually much younger than she thought? "How old is Inuyasha?"

"In demon or human terms?"

Kagome frowned. "Compared to a human."

"Hmm ... well, technically he's about two-hundred or so in demon terms, so ... in human I'd say he'd be about ... seventeen, give or take a year. Why?"

"And if he lost fifty years?"

"Fourteen, fifteen."

So, if what she was thinking was true, Inuyasha was actually almost a year younger than she was. It was no wonder he acted like a child so often. Not that she was one to talk. She acted childishly in her own way, sometimes more so than Inuyasha, but still, she should have thought about that more. Well, she smiled to herself, at least that puts us on more equal footing.

Confused by the miko's strange questions, Kouga opened his mouth to ask just what the hell she was talking about when familiar howls pierced the relatively silent morning. Grumbling to himself for the interruption, he listened, watching Kagome out of the corner of his eye as she fell quiet, cocking her head to the side as if she was also listening.

When the howls faded, he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Well?" Kagome demanded. "What'd they say? Have they found Inuyasha yet?"

"Not yet." He cursed under his breath. Nothing. Absolutely nothing! Not a scent, not a footprint, not even a single strand of hair was left to point his wolves in the right direction. How could that fucking slaver move his group and himself as well as a fucking strong fighter like Inuyasha and vanish without leaving a trace for his wolves to follow? At least Sesshomaru was also searching for the mutt. If anyone could find that slippery bastard, Michio, it was the Lord of the West.

"Not yet?" Kagome repeated, disappointed. "Did they find anything? Any clues?"

"No. Nothin'." Sadness brimmed in her chocolate eyes, so he hastily went on. "That doesn't mean they won't, though. Sesshomaru's lookin' now, too, so I'm sure we'll have his trail in no time."

"So ... he is looking for him then."

"Isn't that what he said he'd do?"

"Well ... yes, but I thought he'd just send that toad looking demon to search for him. I didn't think he'd actually go to look for Inuyasha himself. It just ... doesn't seem to match him."

Huffing, Kouga strode to where she was and took her gently in his arms, squeezing reassuringly. "It's in his nature as an alpha to hunt down what was stolen from him. He'll find Inuyasha for you, Kagome, 'kay? And if he don't, my wolves will, so cheer up. You'll be back with him in no time. Trust me."

Sniffling, Kagome nodded. Still, worry gnawed at her insides. She was just sitting here, waiting, doing nothing, while Inuyasha was being ... being ....

"Kouga ..."

"Hm?" Man, this was like a dream come true. She was in his arms and she wasn't struggling and she smelled so good and her voice ... her voice calling his name ... he wanted to kiss her!

Reluctantly, he let her draw back. He didn't let go, though. He wouldn't kiss her, not yet, but he still wanted to hold onto her for a while longer.

"Can't I go search for Inuyasha?" Kagome pleaded. "I don't want to just sit around while he's--" With a choked sob, she broke off. "Please!"

Jealousy reared its ugly head in Kouga, which he quickly wrestled under control. She needed time. He had already seen that. He couldn't expect her to let go of her feelings for Inuyasha so soon. There was no sense in trying to force her; that would only drive her away.

Once he was certain his jealousy was under a tight rein, he responded. "No. You know you can't, Kagome. Sesshomaru told me to protect you--practically threatened t' rip me into a million pieces if I don't. I'm not gonna let ya get hurt."

"But you let Sango search for him! She's in as much danger as I would be!"

"Sango's a demon slayer ..."

"And I'm a priestess!"

" ... and she has Kirara," he finished.

"Why does that matter? Who better to search for demons than someone with sacred powers?!"

She's just worried. Don't get angry. Don't get angry. She's just worried, Kouga chanted to himself. "You have no way to find him. You'd be searchin' blindly for clues that just aren't there! Think about it, Kagome. Your nose isn't acute enough to sniff 'im out, your eyes can't see through hiding places, your ears ain't good enough to hear where he is, and your powers just aren't made for that sort of thing. You're better off staying here where I can protect you."

"But ... I know I could do something! I just know it!"

Shaking his head, Kouga pulled her back against him, stroking her obsidian locks. This time she fought him. She was a stubborn one, often foolishly so. It was one of the qualities he admired about her, as well as her loyalty to her comrades. "You know Inuyasha wouldn't want ya to get hurt, Kagome. If you do, he'd never forgive himself. I'd never forgive myself. So, please, stay here and wait."

"I don't ..."

Her struggles began to weaken. "Shh. I know you won't want to wait." He buried his nose in her hair, inhaling the fragrance that was naturally hers. "I know. But you need to."

A swooshing sound from behind startled her out of Kouga's comforting embrace. The wolf cursed. Yet another interruption!

"Sango!" she cried, running to her friend. "Did you find anything?"

The slayer shook her head sorrowfully. "Not a trace. Although, Sesshomaru showed up." With a raised eyebrow, she turned on Kouga. "From what I heard, he nearly slaughtered one of the young trackers."

Kouga snorted, "Pup was scared shitless. If I'da let anyone else stay to tell him what's goin' on he woulda killed 'em without hesitation. Good thing the pup's a submissive through and through. No alpha'd be able t' pound a young'un when he's practically on his knees, beggin' to be spared. Mutt face's brother's a freaky, powerful bastard, but he's honorable."

*** ***

Sesshomaru hissed as sharp claws dug into his shoulders, leaving deep, bleeding cuts in his pale skin from the base of his neck to the bottoms of his shoulder blades. "Feeling good, ototo?" he inquired, smugly gyrating his hips in rough circles, causing those claws to repeat the same pattern of cuts a little lower.

"Sessh ..." the hanyou groaned, head arching backward as another pleasure filled cry escaped him when his brother's cock rammed into him hard and deep. "Won't you ... ever stop?! it's almost ... Aaaaah! It's almost morning!"

"Don't tell me you can't go without a little sleep," the daiyoukai taunted, drawing back and then slamming his shaft hard into the younger inu's ass to be rewarded with a strangled, almost tormented shriek. Taking the hanyou's ear between his teeth, he lightly nibbled on it, an action he knew drove his sibling crazy.

"Enough!" Inuyasha desperately shouted, clutching the demon lord closer to him in an effort to keep him from moving.

With a low growl, Sesshomaru released the puppy ear, disentangled himself from his rebellious little brother's grasp, and flipped him onto his stomach. "You asked for it, little one. Rousing my jealousy is a dangerous pastime, especially when this one is engaged with other matters that cannot be ignored. Were you lonely without me these last three days, Inuyasha? To go so far as to flirt with other males to get my attention ... did you really think I wouldn't do this? If so, you are hopelessly naive and must be taught a lesson--one I will gladly teach over," he thrust harder for emphasis, satisfied when Inuyasha yelped and his words of pleading and protest disintegrated into less intelligible whimpers and whines, "and over again. Your eyes should only ever be on me."

"Hnnnn ... s-selfish ... bast-ard."

"Indeed. I am a 'selfish bastard.'" His smirk broadened as Inuyasha looked incredulously over his shoulder at him. It was quite rare when he stooped to using profanity. Only with Inuyasha, though. Only ever with him. "You are mine. I will not hand you to anyone else."

"Keh," Inuyasha grunted, facing forward again to hide the blush Sesshomaru could see rising into his cheeks and turning the insides of his ears and enchanting scarlet. "I don't belong to anybody ... hngh ... I don't! Nnnn!! But ..."

"But?" the demon lord prompted curiously.

"I choose to be with you."

Shocked, Sesshomaru froze.

Choose. Inuyasha--his rebellious, self-sufficient, insufferably prideful younger brother--made the choice to be with him. Somehow that was even more powerful than knowing he was alpha to the hanyou. He chose to be with him, just as Sesshomaru chose to keep his ototo beside him. Always beside him.

The revelation pushed his endurance to the limit. He felt his loins tighten, and reached around his sibling to pump his swollen length as he resumed thrusting into him in order to bring him to finish at the same time. Both racing toward their climax, it wasn't long before their releases crashed down on them. Inuyasha's voice rang delightfully around the room, spurring Sesshomaru into a second climax ...

... that then threw him into the waking world with an undignified gasp.

"Damn it!" he cursed as he rocketed up out of bed and into his private bathing room. He hadn't masturbated during a dream since he was in heat, and never had he climaxed twice in a row. His ototo wasn't even here, yet he was driving him insane! Perhaps he should consult Tamae regarding a way to suppress these urges and maybe even get rid of the dreams.

Washing his filthy hands in a basin of cool water and splashing some on his face, he was finally able to regain control of himself. He grimaced at his sticky sleeping clothes and went to change them. On his way past, he threw open the windows, noting how the moon hadn't traveled very far across the sky in the time he spent dream rather than getting the sleep he needed.

From his wardrobe he briefly considered changing into another sleeping yukata, but just as quickly discarded that idea. It was clear now, after trying and failing to rest for the past five hours, that it wasn't going to happen. His dreams had ranged from the mundane, everyday things with his ototo alongside him, tot he sexual dream much like the one he'd experienced only minutes before. Whichever kind of dream it was, though, one thing remained the same--he yearned, stronger and stronger with each one. He knew he could go weeks, perhaps even a month or more without proper sleep, yet he was teetering on the edge of exhaustion that had nothing to do with his sleeping schedule and everything to do with the disappearance of his baby brother.

Silently, he dressed and exited his room, making his way down the hall to a familiar, well worn, yet also well polished door. "Lord Father ..." he murmured reverently, pressing his forehead to the cool wood. Sensing that someone was trying to sneak up on him, he turned his head. "Suzu," he greeted coolly.

"My Lord," Suzu responded, smoothly stepping out of the shadows of a nearby doorway. "Having a late night conversation with your sire?"

"What of you?"

"The same."

Sesshomaru frowned. "Unless I am mistaken, Suzu, you have never met my Lord Father."

The bird youkai inclined his head in agreement. "Perhaps not. Still, your sire's door is soothing, though it is somewhat lacking in conversation. There is much that can be revealed in regards to a person from their scent. Lord Inu no Taisho was as kind as he was powerful. He was devious at times, but he was also very wise."

"You cannot tell such things from scent," Sesshomaru all but protested.

"No." Suzu smiled and walked the last few steps to the daiyoukai's side. "I do hear stories, though, from Sasaki and others who served under the great dog general. He was a man like no other. Cruelty wasn't beyond him, but he knew when to be cruel and when to grant mercy. Your scent is much like his."

Sesshomaru dismissed that statement with a turn of his head. "I am nothing like my Lord Father."

The smaller youkai placed one delicate hand on the door, shaking his head. "A week ago, I would have agreed, Sire. However, I cannot see that now. Your scent has changed, and I believe it may be for the better, should you let it run its course."

"Are you implying, Suzu, that it was my ototo who brought about this change?"

"Minutely, my Lord. More than that, it was you who wanted to change. If you didn't want it then it would not have happened. That is what I am saying."

Considering that for a moment, Sesshomaru nodded. Perhaps the bird youkai was right. "Very well. I am going out. Inform the necessary parties."

"My Lord ... ano ... about Michio ...."

"I have never asked about your past, Suzu, nor do I intend to. It does not concern this Sesshomaru. Whatever information you may have regarding Michio, however, would be of great help should you feel comfortable speaking about it."

Humbled by his Master's great mercy toward him, Suzu bowed his head. "He has changed since the time I was ... captured by him. I do not believe anything I would have to say about him would benefit the search for your brother."

"If that is so, then do as commanded. I leave the palace in your care."

"As the Lord wishes, so shall I do," Suzu responded with a deep bow.

Without acknowledging the other man's reply, Sesshomaru gathered his youki around himself and darted back the way he'd come, through his room, and out the open balcony doors in the form of a ball of white colored energy. It was the quickest way to travel except if he were to teleport, but such an ability came with a price and would tax his energy greatly, so he rarely used it.

The land passed down to him by his Lord Father rushed by beneath him and he was soon far to the east and north where the barren mountains in which his and Inuyasha's den was located. As silent as a bird of prey, he landed in the place he'd stopped his search only hours before. His eyes narrowed, staring at the ground as a low growl rumbled in his chest.

It was only hours ago, and yet ... the air was different. The scents had changed. Someone had been here after he left, and it wasn't the wolves or his own scouting parties. Neither was it that mongrel of a dog, Michio. Could it be one of his subordinates?

Whoever it was, the scent was female--a badger youkai well past maturity.

It didn't take long to find her trail, left so blatantly he had little choice but to believe she was provoking him. Her tracks told him she was lame in her left leg. Either she was fodder for him to kill, or else she was a cunning, vicious old thing and had laid a trap for him somewhere along the path he followed. Her scent told him it was the latter of the two.

The path she took circled several times, backtracked, crossed streams and bare rock where odors were easily washed away in a manner akin to the sly trickery of kitsune. Why the she-badger did this, he didn't know, nor did it matter. He had trained with Inu no Taisho, the great dog demon himself. There was not a kitsune or any other trickster that had been born that could fool this Sesshomaru.

The path the badger took wound through the woods where Inuyasha's companions had camped and then curved westward, back toward his palace. His jaw tightened as he followed the youkai's tracks. Were they trying to offend him by leading him back toward his own territory, the place where his power was at its highest?

For hours he followed the she-badger, wandering back and forth, but always heading in a westerly direction. Where was she going? How far did she intend to go? He wasn't tired, not in that sense at any rate. He could travel for weeks without tiring. No, following was not tiring, but it was tedious and infuriating. He didn't follow. He never followed. An alpha didn't follow. An alpha led. And he was most certainly an alpha.

Then, when he thought she must just be trying to mess with him in order to draw him away from where the true clues might lay, another scent wafted to him on the wind, a scent that propelled his youki into a frenzy of rage. Inuyasha in heat. Inuyasha's blood and semen. Inuyasha and the masculine odors of several highly aroused males. Sex. Aggression. They had touched him. Violated him. Raped him.

Before he had time to even contemplate a trap, he youki catapulted him into an all out sprint. An enraged howl exploded from deep in his chest, reverberating through the trees around him, sending roosting birds up into the sky in a frenzy of feathered wings and terrified shrieks. The blood pumping through his veins roared in his ears, blocking out any other sounds, focusing his mind and emotions on one thing, and one thing alone--the annihilation of the ones who dared sully the honor of the House of Inu no Taisho by touching what belonged to him! Such insolence was unforgivable!

Panting with the fury that continued to pound through him, he broke through the dense forest trees into a deserted clearing, and stopped.

His eyes widened. His nostrils flared as he took in the sight and scents before him. The tang of Inuyasha's blood was everywhere--so thick it coated his tongue. All across the ground of the clearing, over rocks and grass, over the flat boulder at the center, on the trees surrounding the moonlit clearing was splattered the blood and semen of his sibling. Beneath that were the scents of his attackers--male and female. A snake. Two wolverines--one the female he had been tracking. A leopard. A pack of five hyenas. Two toxic scorpions. And Michio. Michio, who had stolen what was his. Who had hurt his ototo right before his eyes and then fled like the flea bitten mongrel he was. Michio, whose semen was deliberately and meticulously spread over Inuyasha's heat scent--claiming him.

His body shook.

His heart seized in anguish and stuttered as if it might never regain its rhythm.

Crimson bled into his vision.

The sharp points of his fangs bit into his lower lip, spilling a slim trail of blood down his chin.

He felt sick not only from the smell and sight of what had been done, but also from the knowledge that he had arrived too late. Inuyasha was no longer there.

His baby brother was gone! They had raped him and then fled. They are toying with me, he realized, hand clenching into a white knuckled fist. Michio is toying with me.

Bloodlust filled every limb, every cell, every particle of his being. The very ground shook with his feelings. The air vibrated, condensing around him within the confines of his enraged youki. He wanted to kill. The desire curdled in his stomach, unrestrained, untamable. He wanted to destroy. He would slaughter them all, all the ones who dared hurt his sibling!

His youki exploded outward, seeking ... seeking ...

He would hunt them down.

Seeking ...

He would kill them all.

Seeking ...

There! Something was there. A pack of youkai running toward him. Seven ... no, twelve youkai.

He flexed his fingers, brandishing claws that dripped deadly poison. They had no chance against him. The fools. He wouldn't let them get within thirty paces of this place!

Suddenly, Tenseiga pulsed. A warning.

He hesitated, fighting to reason through the painful red haze that had overtaken his mind and heart. These ... were not enemies. Not friend either. Allies. Wolves.

"Lord Sesshomaru!"

"Don't come!" he snarled, forcefully pushing down his desire to slaughter even these youkai whose hands were clean of his ototo's blood. They stopped, and several hastily backpedaled at the bloodlust in his tone and the terrible wrath displayed upon his partly transformed face. "Unless you have a wish to die, do not set foot upon this soiled ground."

"S-Sesshomaru-sama," one of the wolves, most likely the leader of their scouting party, called hesitantly. "What happened here?"

The daiyoukai snarled. It was easy enough to see! Someone had touched what was his, violated his territory in the worst possible way. And Michio. That bastard Michio was toying with him! Toying with the Sesshomaru, son of Inu no Taisho and Lord of the West! Soiling what was his. Dishonoring him.

"My Lord," the same wolf interrupted his thoughts. "Does all that blood ... belong to your brother?"

Sesshomaru gazed around him at the crimson coated ground without answering. The fact that Inuyasha had fought the men who raped him was clear enough, but ... still, he had been touched while in heat. The smell of his semen was there. He had cum, numerous times. Males other than Sesshomaru had touched him, and he had felt pleasure from it. Michio had claimed him.

Some part of him knew it was wrong to think this way. Inuyasha couldn't help his reactions, being in heat as he was. Even so ... it was unforgivable. How could he, the Western Lord, allow what had belonged to him and had been dirtied by another, touch him again, dirty him?

The answer was simple. He couldn't.

*** ***

"Michio-sama," Taka called through the open doorway to his leader's private 'study.' Study, he scoffed to himself. Like he was a Lord or something.

"What is it, Taka?" Michio responded as he sifted through the records of sales and profits on his desk. Hnn, it seemed they were behind. That would be remedied soon enough when they went on another run. Perhaps to the east this time. It was too bad the south was closed to them. The rare Akahigezaki youkai were beautiful beyond belief, almost enough to rival the males of the peacock race from the mainland. Ah well, the river otters ought to do well enough for the market. Perhaps when spring came around again they'd take a trip to the mainland to acquire some foreign slaves. Nobles loved slaves who were unique compared to those generally found within Nihon, after all.

"Ano ... Inuyasha has ... um ..."

"Has what?" Michio asked without looking up.

"Transformed."

Finally, the dark inu raised his head. "He has reverted back?"

"Iie. H-He's become a human."

Snorting, Michio turned back to his paperwork. "That's normal. Just throw him in an isolation cell until his transformation ends. If we're lucky, he won't return to his demon form. Although," he licked his lips, recalling the taste of the puppy's demon blood and the fear and anger that saturated it, "I do enjoy playing with him in that form." Shaking his head regretfully, he went on in a less sadistic, though no less sinister tone. "However, for my plans to move forward I need him broken, and returning to his hanyou form will aid in that breaking. By the way ... where's Kano? He's supposed to be watching my cute little puppy."

"W-When Inuyasha transformed ... Kano-san threw him in a cell like you said we should and then said to keep an eye on him. I th-think he's back with his harem."

"Ah, yes. Kano has an aversion to humans, too. Such weak minded creatures. Well then, I guess it can't be helped. Keep a close watch on him, Taka. I don't expect my puppy will try anything, not after what I've forced him to learn, but he is an unpredictable thing. Tell the crew they're not to touch him while he's human. I still have plans for him for which I need him alive. Do you understand, Taka?"

Breathing out in relief now that the inu youkai's good humor had returned, Taka nodded. "Understood, Michio-sama."

Well, he thought as he exited Michio-sama's 'study,' that wasn't nearly as bad as he thought it'd be. That Kano! It was his job to watch the half breed. Why did Michio-sama let him get away with shirking his responsibility? It wasn't fair. Was the hebi youkai really that special?

Muttering under his breath, he opened the door to the hanyou's cell, closing and locking it behind him. Usually he wouldn't go inside the cell, especially with an untrained, barely restrained hanyou turned full demon slave. But Inuyasha was human now. He'd be hurting too much from the injuries inflicted on him before the sun sank behind the horizon to even attempt to fight him. It's not as if he'd be able to get out of the chains that bound him to a stake near the wall either. They were made to withstand the brute strength of a dragon youkai. No, he had nothing to fear from the now human Inuyasha. And unlike Miciho-sama and Kano-san, Taka had no aversion to humans, not to use them in the way he intended anyway. He would tell the crew, if they came, to leave the hanyou be, but ... he hadn't been told to do so. All he was told was that Inuyasha needed to be alive, and alive he would be.

Snickering quietly to himself, he approached the prone black-haired and violet-eyed human boy who was still floundering in his teenage years. Perfect. Teenagers were not so easily swayed as children, but their hormones often confused them. If he could convince the hanyou he would protect him from the other slavers, perhaps he wouldn't fight being fucked nearly so fiercely. After all, he didn't want to end up like Chokichi, unmanned and missing an eye, probably out of commission for the rest of the month and a few weeks after by Inuyasha's claws and fangs. Losing such a delicate organ wasn't the same as having an arm or leg cut off. An arm or leg would grow back within a year or two--less if one was very powerful--and would stop hurting within a few days. Genitals and a penis might--there was no guarantee-but it would take decades and the youkai who had lost them would be in near constant agony until then. Even the best healer could not fully take away that pain.

Leering down at Inuyasha's naked form, Taka reached out a hand to turn him over.

With a vicious snarl, Inuyasha grabbed the hawk youkai's arm and yanked, pulling the man off balance and onto the floor. Then, taking advantage of the man's surprise, he straddled the hawk's shoulders, placing his knees on his upper arms to prevent him from rising, wrapped one of the chains around his captor's neck, and pulled it tight. His strength was all but gone from the endless abuse he had endured, but he knew the youkai called 'Taka' was the weakest of the slavers, not much better than a human. Gritting his teeth as the hawk began to struggle, thrashing and flailing his legs, he pulled harder on the chain, watching in grim satisfaction as the links cut into Taka's neck, spilling forth precious life blood and energy. It was a long struggle for Inuyasha in his weakened state, but soon enough the hawk quit fighting.

Breathing labored, Inuyasha pushed himself off the unconscious hawk youkai to regain his wind. He closed his eyes, shuddered, and opened them again, running his hand back through his tangled and dirty hair that looked more grayish-brown than black. How long had it been since he'd had a proper bath? Too long, he knew. How long, he didn't know. It seemed like an eternity had passed since he'd been forcefully taken from his elder sibling and the warmth of their den.

He glanced down at himself, relieved to find that his heat did not affect him while in human form. The memories from his days as the slavers' prisoner and fuck toy were fuzzy at best. Impressions of fear and pain and a dim hope that was all but extinguished now--a hope that Sesshomaru would come to rescue him ...

He was a fool. An utter fool. Sesshomaru, the Western Fucking Lord, wouldn't come to rescue him, their father's mistake, a half breed. Especially not after what had been done to him in the forest. That day ... he clutched his arms tightly, heedless of the cuts and bruises he aggravated ... that day he remembered clearly. He had fought, desperately fought to keep them away. He knew he had injured more than one of the bastards, but it hadn't been enough. Under Michio's poison he had been overwhelmed. Beg. ****** They flogged him first--his back, his torso, his ass and legs--flogged him until he thought there couldn't possibly be any flesh left to cut.

But he was wrong. That snake, Kano, had taken a knife to his nether regions, stripping away small, painful patches of skin that he then ate, complimenting him on the taste while he was fucked from behind. Over and over again he was fucked. They tied him to the flat boulder in the middle of the clearing, lined up behind him, and raped him one by one until they reached their climax, only then was he passed on to the next. He didn't know how long it went on for, how many hours, how many turns each of the eleven youkai took. But he did remember when it ended. When it ended ... Michio untied him, forced his weak and suffering body against the ground, and violated him--not only in the back, but also in the front. As much as it hurt, he couldn't deny the pleasure that raced through his heat-stricken body, and he came. Time and time again he ejaculated in Michio's hand, and time and time again the full inu youkai filled him with his seed until he could hold no more. When that point came, the slaver took to covering his body with his dirty fluids until, no matter how much dirt he rolled in, no matter how many times he covered himself in his own blood and the blood and semen of others, the stink would not go away.

After a time, when his heat was satisfied and his body exhausted, he fainted. He woke during the night, still covered with Michio's filth and the filth of his underlings, and he wept and prayed and scrubbed at his arms and legs and chest and stomach and penis and backside and any other place he could reach until there wasn't an inch on him that wasn't red and bleeding. But Sesshomaru didn't come. When the next torment of his heat came upon him, Michio took him again, and when he was done, gave him to his underlings, and still Sesshoamru didn't come. End. ****** His youkai heritage sought to protect him, and with each rape, each beating, his demon blood took over more and more until he was no longer aware of what happened to him, only the all encompassing pain and fear that racked his body. Yet Sesshomaru didn't come.

His world narrowed, became only the dark nothingness of his mind where he was trapped and protected all at once. The night of the new moon was coming. He could feel it as surely as he could feel his demon fighting against the inevitable breaking down of his body, his will to fight, and his determination to stay alive. Within that darkness, within the despair and pain and helplessness he felt while his demon blood shielded him, he finally understood what he thought he had learned long ago when he was abandoned by his only family and betrayed by the woman he had come to love more than his own life. Trust was not something a hanyou could afford to have in anyone. Hanyou were meant to be alone. If they trusted, they were betrayed, as he had been. Sesshomaru wasn't coming. Not because he couldn't, but because he wouldn't. If he was to escape, he had to do it on his own.

So he planned in his mental darkness while his demon fought and protected him. He was too weak to overpower the youkai guarding him. Michio always kept him drugged up on his poison. Though he had some immunity to it thanks to his battles with Sesshomaru, it wasn't enough to allow him to fight back beyond inflicting a few injuries here and there. The most he'd been able to do was to bite off one of his attacker's dicks. Otherwise it was usually fairly minor gashes and bites that healed within a couple days. So, fighting his way out wasn't an option. That left sneaking out. The problem was, they never left him to himself. Always he was chained, and if not, the higher level youkai--such as the hebi, Kano, and the she-badger, Yei--were set to watch him.

It was when he overheard a couple of the slavers talking about hanyou and their human nights that an idea began to form. It was only a small chance, but it might work. He doubted he'd get another chance like that, not before losing his soul completely to his demon blood. As much as it tried to protect him, his father's blood was too strong for his human half. The more it protected him, the more it hurt him. He had to escape on his human night. If he didn't he would lose his soul and he'd be forever stuck in his demon form, nothing but a murdering monster. He didn't want that to happen. No matter what, he had to escape tonight.

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Definition of Terms

Yukata - a Japanese garment, much like other traditional Japanese clothes, is made with straight seams and wide sleeves, but unlike a kimono, which are made of silk, yukata are typically made of cotton or synthetic fabrics and are unlined.

Iie - no; that's not right

As for names:

Chokichi - good fortune (hehe, kind of an ironic name there, lol)

Yei - one who is thriving

A/N: There it is, the beginning of Inuyasha's escape!! Can't wait to hear what everybody thinks of the chapter, so please leave a review (: (: (:
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