Game of Cat and Mouse

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HEMarks: Thanks! I’m obsessed with the mafia theme right now. /sighs

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Princess Sin: Oh that first chapter was so tedious haha… But I had to set the mood and introduce some of the characters, so it had to be done. But the fun begins in this chapter! /winks On a side note, I really enjoyed your story, Remember Me. I love it when Inuyasha, although an uke, is described to be strong. (Which is why I made Inuyasha infamous here haha)

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Chapter Two: Mistake

Only shrieks of pain and heavy panting came out of the man’s rosy lips that bled from the puncture of his own teeth. Inuyasha tried his best not to give in to the pain, but when you feel like you’re on the verge of death every waking moment, it just couldn’t be done. He had woken up in the middle of a dark room to find himself on his bleeding knees with his wrists chained above his head, his arms forming a V shape. The long chains that held his arms in place jingled with every hit on his back from the whip as if mocking him for his pathetic defeat.

He was still half naked, but his pants weren’t looking as appealing as it had before. Soaked in blood, both dry and fresh, and thick sweat, the jeans were starting to burn into Inuyasha’s porcelain skin, effectively creating uncomfortable rashes. Though the jeans were giving his lower half much discomfort, Inuyasha was thankful for them as it was the only thing, besides his long and currently dirt and blood ridden hair, that provided him warmth against the cold concrete room.

Although the whole situation was still very confusing, Inuyasha was pretty sure that his two captors were friends of that man he had helped in the parking lot. He wanted to tell his torturer that everything had been a misunderstanding, that he didn’t deserve this. But his voice was going hoarse from all his screaming and crying and whenever he did get a rasping word out, the man behind him would just violently whip his back as if his voice was the most disgusting thing he had ever heard. Inuyasha was sure the amount of blood he had lost over the last few days was very unhealthy. Although he always had a high tolerance for pain and healed faster from injuries than most people—this was necessary for his past job—he knew he could be fainting again any minute now. It was not only painful, but also extremely frustrating that the jackass behind him wouldn’t let him explain himself.

“Stop,” Inuyasha hissed, finally able to get another word out from his lips. But before he could continue, Sesshomaru dealt another blow to his back, creating a new wound. Inuyasha grunted and bucked forward, trying to get away from whip. This only caused him more pain, for he had forgotten his severely injured hips. He could already imagine the large fissure of a wound embedded in the muscles on his back.

“I want the name of your commissioner, not your excuses!”

“T-This is a misunderstanding…” He tried to say. With every word, he could taste and smell the iron in his mouth where blood had spewed forth before.

“Did you really think you could get away with killing my subordinate?” Sesshomaru kicked the fresh wounds with his muddy dress shoes, gaining another moan from Silverclaw.

“L-listen to me, damnit!” His words were brash and desperate whispers by this time. “I only helped y-your friend.” If the pain in his hips could dim even a slightly bit, it would be easier for him to talk. Hell, Inuyasha would even prefer if they became damaged so bad that he could become numb to the pain, but things just weren’t going his way.

…As usual.

Getting impatient with Inuyasha, Sesshomaru walked around in front and kicked his stomach with enough force to lift him off the ground for short moment.

“Fuck you!” Inuyasha loathingly gasped out as a fresh batch of blood spilled from between his teeth. Just what the hell is up with this stubborn asshole? Is he deaf or something?!

Minutes passed as Sesshomaru glared down at the helpless man underneath him, who was still coughing up blood. The entire concrete room was filled with the man’s pungent smell. But underneath all that blood, the sweat, the saliva, the infection and rubbing alcohol, was a very alluring smell. Sesshomaru couldn’t quite describe it, but the smell was all over the man’s apartment when he had ambushed it. Having a very sharp sense of smell, he was unable to forget it even after leaving the building. It was a surprising tangy sweet scent completely unfit of an assassin.

Inuyasha’s last comment gave him an idea.

“Why don’t I fuck you instead?” He said coolly, enjoying the slow change in expression on Silverclaw’s face. The urge to fuck the guy up on the inside as much as on the outside was overpowering his sanity. Plus, he noted that he hadn’t gotten laid in a while since this whole ordeal began. Acting quickly before the man began to struggle, he stripped Inuyasha’s pants off and threw his legs up so that he landed on the cold floor hips first and baring all he was worth.

“Aaahh!” Inuyasha cried, seeing stars as he shut his eyes closed, his brows furrowing intensely. He clenched his teeth tightly as he tried to ignore the pain shooting up from his frail hips. But before he could settle down, he was forced to scream again as Sesshomaru hastily unfastened his pants and thrust his huge cock into the smaller man’s virgin body.

Sesshomaru hissed for a short moment, surprised at how good the penetration felt as the muscles of Inuyasha’s delightfully tight anus clenched between his manhood in a smearing hot embrace. He had expected the sensation to be more cold and rough from such a revolting murderer. But as he gazed upon the man underneath him, he began to notice just how fair he really was. He also had very rare and beautiful golden eyes that sheltered a burning fire. And his blush-hued nipples, erect from the contact with the cold air, was definitely a sight to be seen, albeit bloody.

His hands let go of Inuyasha’s legs and trailed down to his waist. Sesshomaru dug his nails into the soft skin and pulled himself out of the man’s asshole before pounding right back in, deeper than before. Ignoring the tears streaming down Inuyasha’s face, Sesshomaru continued to hammer his painfully hard penis in and out of the hole. He starred through glazed orbs at his thick organ rapidly disappearing into and then reappearing from inside the man’s body. And with every push in, how the sphincter caved in with the sheer force of his thrust and with every pull out, how it grasped onto his member tightly, as if refusing to let it go. Streams of blood trailed from the snug hole but that served only to heighten the pleasure Sesshomaru was feeling. Sensing that his climax was nearing, he began fucking Inuyasha harder and faster as he pulled his body towards him to meet his deep thrusts. Although the man was clearly a virgin, it was amazing how he could take in every bit of Sesshomaru’s huge dick, right up the hilt. Most of the woman or men he slept with couldn’t fully take in his impressive size and therefore weren’t able satisfy his very active libido. Hitting his balls hard against the man’s wet skin as he plunged was also an amazing new experience for Sessomaru. Silverclaw may have been an assassin but he certainly had talents in other areas.

Sesshomaru rammed once more into Inuyasha, spilling his massive load as deep as he could inside the hot hole. A few more shallow thrusts managed to milk him of every last drop of his seed. Pulling himself out slowly, he smirked at the man underneath him. Tears continued to flow down his plump cheeks but it was clear he no longer had his voice, because even as his lips mouthed a cry, no speech could be heard. Inuyasha could do nothing but twitch uncomfortably on the ground, his chest raising and falling in between shuddering hiccup-like breathes.

Sesshomaru looked back to the addictive entrance that had taken him in earlier. There was a large amount of blood, but he could unmistakably see his own white cum seeping out. Well, he did fill it up pretty good. He pushed a finger in and was surprised again at how tight it still was, even after all that fucking. Sesshomaru knew he was way over average size, but the hole still felt as taut as a virgin. Thoroughly amused, he wiggled the digit around, scraping the soft tissues inside and causing it to bleed more.

“You let a drop of my semen escape and I’ll rape you again.” At that, Inuyasha clenched his ass as hard he could. Sesshomaru sneered as he felt the pressure around his finger. Satisfied, he lifted himself up and fixed his clothes.

“You’re better suited as a whore than as an assassin, Silverclaw. I laugh at how pathetic you are. It took me no effort to find, capture, and dominate you. Your exploits as an assassin had me expecting something from you but they must have been rumours, seeing as you’re nothing but a weak puppy.” Inuyasha could only whimper, although he would have given Sesshomaru a proud finger if his arms weren’t being restricted by the goddamn chains binding his wrists.

He was so tired, and sleep was finally creeping up to him. Inside his head, Inuyasha was imagining himself killing the man who had just taken so much from him. He wouldn’t mind leaving his hibernation and retrieving his claws from their hidden location, just to assassinate this asshole as Silverclaw. He silently promised to himself that he’d definitely do it if he ever got out of this alive. Then he quietly dozed off.

“Be ready to talk when I get back, Silverclaw.” Were the last words Inuyasha heard before losing consciousness. Finally he could take a break from his agonizing pain, if only for a while.

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Sesshomaru opened the door to his office and sat down on the nearest sofa. His cock could still feel Inuyasha around it and was already semi-hard. He didn’t really know why he couldn’t take his mind off of the stupid murderer. He blamed it on the lack of sexual relief for an entire week. And the man’s beauty was undeniable, although Sesshomaru didn’t want to admit it.

“How the hell am I supposed to work with a semi-erection?”

Sesshomaru then tried to think of Rin and his bod deflated within a split second.
…Well, it did the job.

He was about to get up from his seat and go dine at an expensive restaurant had Miroku not chosen to burst through his door at that instant. He had a very shocked face.

“Your barging into my office is getting really irritating.”

“W-We got the wrong guy, boss.” Miroku cried, his hands in his hair.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Silverclaw wasn’t the murderer! We got the wrong guy!”

“What?!” Sesshomaru’s voice boomed, leaping from his seat.

“I was over at Myoga’s house to give his wife the good news—a-about us capturing the murderer. But then she asked if we saw someone with him. The guy’s description fit Silverclaw’s perfectly! I told her he was the murderer, but she said I was wrong. Silverclaw had delivered her a birthday cake from Myoga on the night of her birthday! She wanted to thank him! She wouldn’t have even given us the fucking call to warn us about Myoga had she not seen Silverclaw that night! Fuck!” He was obviously fretting.

Sesshomaru silently stood there, glaring at Miroku, before he sprang to his desk and took out the documents Kaede and Kagome had sent him. Fumbling with the pages, he read through them.

On Kagome’s report:

‘Silverclaw kills with only one weapon: His own “claws”. The weapon is unique only to the assassin therefore no information on it is known. However, it is likely to be some type of dagger, sword, or blade, as accurate and fatal gashes have been retrieved from the wounds of his targets.'

Then swiftly scanned through Kaede’s report:

‘Myoga died with 34 shots to his chest and abdomen, and one to his head. Retrieved bullets tell us that the weapon is likely a Mamba Pistol 9x19mm Parabellum automatic pistol. Judging from the depth and direction of the bullets, there were about 3 gunners. The body suffered no other critical wounds, aside from a few scratches and bruises.

Strands of silver hair could be found on Myoga’s body, mainly on his front (chest, abdomen area).’

Sesshomaru leaned back slowly on his black leather chair, shock and anger coursing through his body. He thought back to the man lying and bleeding underground in the torture room right now.

“I-I didn’t kill… anyone…”
“R-retired a long time ago…“
“N-not lying… O-only h-helpe—
“T-This is a misunderstanding…”
“I only helped y-your friend.”

Sesshomaru’s eyes widened as he realized the full extent of his grave mistake.

“What have I done?” He gasped out. His whisper was so light that not even Miroku, meters away, had heard it.

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