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Stealing a Beloved Butterfly	By : dragondeedee3 Category: InuYasha Crossovers > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1857 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or Loveless and don't own anything pertaining to Inuyasha or Loveless. Rumiko Takahashi and Yun Koga do. I make no money from writing this story, it is for hobby only.

Chapter List
- 1-Stealing a Beloved Butterfly
- 2-Chapter two.
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CHAPTER 1

Inuyasha closed the door to his hotel room, and leaned against it with a sigh. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take. If he had to sit though one more damn PR meeting he was going to shove tessaiga down someones throat.

He stripped off the uncomfortably confining, formal business jacket and shirt and flopped onto the stiff mattress that, however top rate it might be, paled in comparison to Sesshomaru's bed.

Sesshomaru had sent him on yet another business trip over seas. They were in the process of merging companies with some successful cooperation in New York. The first few trips he had been sent on were simple and had only been a one day event, this one, however was on day three and didn't look like it would be ending any time soon.

Inuyasha laid with his face in the pillows for a moment, disappointed that they held none of his mates scent, because Sesshomaru himself couldn't be bothered with simple tedious paper signing and therefore did not come with him. Inuyasha would never admit it but he hated being away from the demon lord, hated being away from his scent, his touch, hated being away from those hypnotizing amber eyes and voice that could melt him down to his toes.

He rolled over onto his back and unbuttoned his pants, just thinking of his mate had him hard and straining against ….......................... the chastity device Sesshomaru had put on him before sending him on this cursed business trip.

Inuyasha growled in frustration, not only had he been sent away from his mate but he wasn't even allowed to masturbate. Sesshomaru was cruel about it too, he had used one of the plastic ones, knowing Inuyasha could easily break it to free himself, so the hanyou would have to willingly obey him.

Inuyasha whimpered, he was so hard and the damn thing was so tight it was painful. He dug around in his pocket until he retrieved his phone and dialed the number he knew by heart. Maybe talking to the bastard would take his mind off of it.

Sesshomaru answered on the third ring.

“What is it?”

“Nothing, just wanted to call and tell you what a bastard you are.”

“Then I am hanging up.”

“Wait, ….. I …. “ He balled one hand into a fist in the sheets and bit his lip. “Please let me take the damn thing off.”

“No.”

“Damn it Sesshomaru, why are you such a fucking asshole?”

The demon lord ignored the pup's little out burst.

“Have the papers been signed?”

Inuyasha growled.

“No. The other companies rep. is a know-it-all bitch, she keeps going over the contract like she's getting ripped off or some shit. Like this isn't the best opportunity her stupid little company has ever been offered. She should be on her knees begging to be able to sign the fucking contract but no, she's sitting around with her thumb up her ass, waisting my time!”

Sesshomaru chuckled darkly.

“Perhaps you should give her lessons, after all you do know a thing or two about being on your knees begging, don't you?”

Inuyasha's cock throbbed just a bit harder at those words.

“Fucking A Sesshomaru, please just let me take the damn thing off.”

“Fine, do as you please.” The demon lord's voice had turned cold enough to make Inuyasha shiver. “You can expect to reap the consequences of your actions when you return.”

Sesshomaru snapped the cellphone shut before Inuyasha could reply, tucked it neatly back into his pocket and returned his attention to the paintings he had purchased the day before. He had known Inuyasha wouldn't be able to obey the order not to pleasure himself. The pup was simply insatiable, it was one of the things that made him so appealing.

That is why Sesshomaru had already been devising the hanyou's punishment before he had actually committed the transgression. Sesshomaru knew of all the things Inuyasha liked, flowers and butterflies were not among them. He looked from the painting in his hands of a beautiful flock of brilliantly color blue butterflies taking flight over a lush green field filled with wild flowers, to the tasteless poster-littered walls of Inuyasha's room. Yes, he looked forward to seeing the hanyou's reaction to what he had planned.

First he needed to go and hire the artist of this painting who's scent, which still lingered on the canvas, was so intriguing. It was the scent of someone desperately heart broken and Sesshomaru knew several cures for that.

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Elsewhere in Tokyo, kneeling on the studio floor in the prestigious art college he attended, Soubi stared down, watching the brush clenched in his hand move deafly over a pristine white canvas, spreading and gliding though a sheen of bright glossy red acrylic.

It hurt, it hurt worse than any pain Soubi had ever endured, which was a great many. Why did nobody want him? Why wasn't he good enough? First with Ritsu, now with Seimei. Not even Ritsuka would keep him, not the way Soubi wanted to be kept, needed to be kept.

'This body's only use is to follow orders.'

But his sacrifice wouldn't order him, wouldn't own him and didn't want to. Ritsuka wanted Soubi to be his own master, the boy didn't understand how impossible that was. Soubi needed to be owned the way fire needs to have oxygen. He craved authority, longed to be possessed, controlled, commanded, punished.

He had not been held since his last time with Ritsu and his body ached to be taken. But nobody wanted it. Nobody wanted him and it hurt, it hurt so bad. Soubi would have welcomed any other pain to erase this feeling of rejection and loss.

'Why am I so easy to throw away?'

'So easy to replace.'

'Nisei.'

'I'll kill him.'

The strokes across the canvas were slow even and precise, but Soubi wasn't at all focused on the painting.

'Seimei has a new fighter.'

'I'm not needed.'

That knowledge left a gaping hole in Soubi, that he wasn't sure anything would ever fill. Abandoned. Discarded. Useless.

Soubi looked up, annoyed when Koi's voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts from only an inch or two away.

“Sou-channnn. What do you prefer, a cigarette or a lollipop?”

'I would prefer to crush a certain fighter, like a flee.'

Soubi didn't answer, just continued to glare at the overly optimistic blond.

“Why don't you take a break? You've been working all day, they even said your face is scary. Try talking to Koi-chan.”

Soubi's irritated look worsened into a scowl.

“What's wrong?” Koi asked.

“My face?” Soubi cocked an eye brow at him.

“Yes, yes.” Koi nodded. “You need something sweet.” He pointed the lollipop that had previously been in his mouth, at Soubi, offering the candy to him.

Soubi relented and took it. Placing the candy against his lips, he returned his gaze to the unfinished painting on the floor, giving a slight nod to indicate that he would talk to Koi.

“Ah …. How do I say this? ….. I ….” He paused staring at the painting, as if hoping it would give him some kind of answer. “I was thinking......... Why am I so easy to throw away?”

'Throw away?' Koi looked confused.

Soubi looked up but wouldn't meet his eyes.

“Why won't anyone take me? ….... I ….”

Soubi's eyes were open but Koi could tell his friend wasn't really seeing the room they were sitting in. Soubi was right next to him and yet seemed so far away, he might as well have been on the other side of the country. He just looked so lost, it made Koi's heart ache.

'What could have happened to make Soubi this miserable?'

“When someone decides to go, I will always be left behind.” Soubi's voice was quiet, he seemed to be more thinking out loud, rather than talking to Koi. “After all, I'm like garbage. So I'm just going to be thrown away in the end, aren't I?”

Koi's eyes widened at that. 'No... You're not like garbage at all. It's not that.' He thought, wondering if Soubi misunderstood him.

“Why are you so depressed, Sou-chan?” Koi asked, concerned.

'Seimei has a fighter...............

Other than me ….................

Why? …..........

Even though I always was good...............

Nisei … I want to kill you.'

Koi's words snapped Soubi out of his thoughts again.

“Sou-chan, what a strange face …...... I'm not joking, it's really scary. What happened?”

Suddenly one of their class mates came to the door seeming out of breath, as if she had rushed to get there.

“Agatsuma-san, there is a very important man in the gallery, he wants to meet you.”

Soubi just stared at the young woman, completely confused.

“Come on.” Koi said dragging the taller man to his feet. “You need something to get your mind off of what ever it is that's depressing you anyway, so let's go see who it is.”

Soubi didn't particularly want to go see who it was, however he didn't particularly feel like putting up a fight either. So he allowed himself to be led through the college halls to the art gallery, leaving his cell phone where it lay, on top of his bag in the studio.

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Ritsuka hung up without leaving a message and glared at his phone. Soubi wasn't answering. The young neko sighed.

“You're supposed to answer.”

Ebony hair slightly rustled as the disheartened boy shook his head and stuffed his phone back into his pocket, irritated.

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Koi peered through one of the galleries many large windows in hopes to get a glance at this so called very important man.

“Maybe it's that hot-shot business man who's been buying up all your paintings lately.” Koi offered, beaming a suggestive smile at Soubi.

Soubi was looking at the floor with that same distant, blankness in his eyes and didn't even seem to have heard Koi.

“Hey, snap out of it already. Did you even know that your paintings have been famous around here lately?”

Soubi looked up at that.

“No.”

“What do you mean, no? The guy bought every single one of your paintings and paid off your tuition, how can you not have heard about this?”

Soubi wondered for a moment if someone had tried to tell him about this and he had been so distracted by the fact that he had been replaced as Seimei's fighter, that he didn't even realize it.

“You're hopeless, you know that.” Koi sighed, taking the lollipop from where it was loosely held between Soubi's lips. He reached up and straightened the collar of the black turtle-neck that Soubi was wearing so it completely hid the bandages on his neck.

“You gotta look presentable when you meet your first big client.” The blond assured, then opened the door to the gallery and ushered Soubi to go inside.

Soubi gave Koi an aggravated glare, he didn't want to do this right now. Koi just waved him off with a cheery smile, shewing him in the direction of the lobby and Soubi reluctantly went. He had way to much on his mind to worry about being professional and polite with a respected client right now.

That is until he rounded the corner and found himself standing in front of said respected client. Then he had to try and remember what spectacular chain of events had occurred to give him permission to be standing in the presence of this imposing man.

He was impressively tall with even more impressively long silver-white hair and was clad head to toe in perfectly tailored, expensive looking white and gray silk. The corral white, knee length trench coat he wore was left unbuttoned, showing the casual business button up shirt underneath was a soft cool gray which went well with the darker slate gray of his fashionable business slacks. A cashmere scarf, a deep rich royal red, draped loosely around his shoulders and seemed to compliment the outfit with its startling contrast of color.

The man tapped a thin wire frame pair of glasses against his lips as he gazed at a painting Soubi had finished yesterday, that now hung on the wall before him. When he turned his attention to Soubi, the fighter had to suppress an urge to shiver as piercing ice cold amber eyes settled on him, calculating and seeming to appraise his entire worth with a simple once over glance before meeting the dull deep cerulean of his own eyes.

“Are you the artist of this painting?” His voice was deep and commanding yet smooth as silk.

Soubi had to avert his gaze or be lost to those frigid amber eyes.

“Yes.”

“I am Takahashi Sesshomaru. I wish to purchase-” He paused, letting his eyes roam over Soubi's figure before returning them to his face. “ …... you.”

The fighters eyes widened at that.

“Me?”

“Dinner, I want you to join me this evening. I will explain the details of my intentions for you then. Will you be available at six?”

Soubi blinked once then twice, still trying to recover from the shock of this mans previous statement before finally answering.

“Yes.”

“Good. You will meet me here.”

Two wispy magenta stripes curved around an elegant pale wrist calling attention to the hand that extended offering Soubi a single business card.

Soubi took the card and looked it over. It read: Ambrosia, fine dinning & entertainment. Takahashi Sesshomaru (555) 378-9132

Finger tips slid gently over Soubi's should, brushing claws against the soft black material of his turtleneck, just hard enough to mark the skin beneath without tearing the shirt. Sesshomaru combed those claws through a few loose tresses of the fighters hair, seeming to gage the quality of the silky dull-platinum strands. Then that deep smooth voice was right against Soubi's ear.

“And do not be late.”

This time Soubi couldn't stop the shiver that ran down his spine. Heat pooled low and a knot that had been forming in Soubi's stomach tightened. He hadn't even noticed the other man move. He was a fighter, the best fighter, trained to always be on guard. How was it possible for this man to get behind him without Soubi even seeing him move?

Sesshomaru didn't wait for Soubi to answer, when Soubi turned to face him, the taller man and his unmistakably dominant presence were walking away. As if there was no question that Soubi would go meet him. …............ And maybe there wasn't.

Soubi stood, watching Sesshomaru disappear from sight, trying to piece together what had just happened. That's when Koi came over with that cheeky suggestive smile of his.

“So? What happened?”

“I …... was … asked to dinner.”
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