UnBound Memories

(A/N: The second italics portion includes a rape scene. I have been going back and forth, personally, as to how much detail to put into it, and for those not wishing to read, Sesshomaru will tell enough to InuYasha later in the story so you aren’t lost. If you do not wish to read, I understand, but please no flames.)

(Also, to my reviewers: DemonGoddess061, I appreciate the encouragement, and I hope you will enjoy it. Memorietrail, there is definitely more. PurinsuArashi, I’m keeping as much quiet on this as I can, and I only hope that the readers will be okay with the finished product, as I said this is my first like this. Also, I’m trying not to make Sesshomaru too OOC, but I’m trying to establish that we are dealing with two relatively different Sessy’s from past and present. Yin, thanks, I’m trying to keep it coming. This would be the chapter I have been most reluctant to write, but it’s here anyway.)

Again, disclaimer: Don’t own them. Don’t profit from them.

Chapter 4

Take him

Sesshomaru had finally gotten up the nerve to speak to his father about Jin. The Inu no Taiso took the idea remarkable well, warning Sesshomaru the ramifications of taking a male human mate and what possibilities were available for offspring. When Sesshomaru had last received the birds and bees talk, it had only involved being with a demoness. This time, the talk involved a gambit of mortifying subjects including male/male intercourse with demons as well as humans, taking concubines to produce heirs that a human male never could, and the fragility of humans in general.

It didn’t matter that the senior Umezu didn’t approve, Sesshomaru decided. Lord Touga did, and he outranked the demonslayer. Sesshomaru could barely wait until Jin was through with his normal duties instructing the children. He wanted to tell the young sensei that he could soon be beta to the prince of the Western Lands, that Sesshomaru’s father had approved. The longer the day went with Sesshomaru helping to instruct the children, the more the demon wanted to tell Jin the good news, as his would-be mate seemed to be in an uncommonly foul mood.

When the children finally left, Sesshomaru waited very little time to pull his future mate to a corner of the compound, wrapping both arms around the muscular human’s waist.

“I spoke to my father,” Sesshomaru said, nuzzling into the crook of Jin’s neck, kissing the salty skin, a taste he had come to crave in his time with the tempting human. “He wants to meet you, but said if you are all I say you are, he approves.”

“But my father doesn’t,” Jin said, raising his arms to the back of Sesshomaru’s neck. It was then that Sesshomaru suddenly felt two sharp pricks at the base of his skull, making him scream out in pain, biting down on Jin’s shoulder. As Jin pulled his arms away, Sesshomaru could see a prickly root in Jin’s hand, a root the inu had been warned of by his father.

Sesshomaru still held his mouth clamped on the demon slayer’s shoulder, a situation a second set of hands seemed to want to resolve.

“You will find the pain spreading through your body,” Sesshomaru could hear the senior Umezu say from above him. “The substance in your blood right now prevents you from being resistant to your own poison. Essentially, you are poisoning yourself slowly as I speak.” The older man’s hands guided Sesshomaru down onto his hands and knees. “This is the way you dogs do it, is it not?”

Sesshomaru could feel himself struggle, but each movement only caused more pain, the oily substance on the root spreading faster with each flex of muscle. He seemed to be even losing the ability to form coherent words, as each protest he attempted fell dead in his throat, becoming only a guttural scream.

“You wanted him,” Jin’s father said above him. “Take him.”

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For a moment, Sesshomaru’s eyes opened, finding InuYasha standing over him. He was on a soft futon inside of a strange room.

“You’re welcome for saving your life…again.”

Despite the hanyou’s tone, Sesshomaru could see pity in his eyes, and scowled back at the younger inu. Who was his pathetic brother to offer pity to him, the Lord of the West?

“Looks like you’re feeling more like your cold, miserable self. Mind explaining why you smell different?”

Sesshomaru only raised his eyes a little before they rolled back in his head, as he drifted back out of consciousness, hearing InuYasha curse before he blacked out entirely.
In the waking world, InuYasha was anxiously looking up at the nearly blackened sky from the window in the room, cursing the sliver of a moon.

“Staring at it won’t keep it from disappearing tomorrow night,” said a voice from the corner, belonging to the only other person who seemed determined not to leave Sesshomaru’s side.

“I know that, baka monk.” InuYasha said. “But he fell asleep again. It will be my luck he’ll wake back up just as I’m turned human.”

Miroku stepped out of the darkness and moved toward the door of the room, which led directly onto the courtyard of the palace. He leaned against the doorframe as InuYasha walked over beside him. “He does seem to have perfect timing for those kinds of things, but for tomorrow night, I will take guard duty. If he attempts anything, I will use my wind tunnel on him.”

InuYasha plunked his behind down on the step outside the doorway. “He won’t give you a chance.”

Miroku moved outside and slid his way down the wall to sit beside his friend. “I think he will. I have been listening to the things your brother says as he speaks and cries out in his sleep.” There was another plea coming from the futon. "As he is now."

“I’ve been trying to ignore it.” InuYasha folded his arms on his legs. “What kind of bastard would do something like this?”

“A human.” Miroku stated matter-of-factly, gaining a sharp look from InuYasha.

“A human? Strong enough to do this?”

“I don’t know how, but he’s said he name Jin and said demon slayer at least once. I don’t know many demons with a name like Jin. Your race tends to be more creative.”

“Or lazy, like naming your dog demon son, ‘dog demon.’” InuYasha said, rolling his eyes at the literal translation of his own name. “Feh. I don’t know what the hell my old man was thinking.”

Miroku nodded. “As I was saying, I don’t know many either who are demon slayers.” Miroku glanced in at Sesshomaru who was still curled in a ball on the futon. “I honestly think he fears me. Every time he manages to rouse himself to consciousness and lays eyes on me, he looks as though the blood in his veins has turned to ice.”

"It already is. Has nothing to do with you."

"Not like this, InuYasha."

“If it is true, you would use his fear against him? I mean, he's a son of a bitch, but something about that just ain't right.”

“If doing it meant he would freeze long enough for me to stop him from a rampage that might kill you or anyone else? Yes.” Miroku looked up to see Sango and Kuranosuke talking actively with one another. “How long until the wedding?”

Yellow eyes looked over at Miroku. “What wedding?”

“Sango and Kuranosuke. They’ve been like that since we arrived.”

“Miroku, she made a promise to you. She isn’t going to break it. She’s only like this because she's interested in the work being done here in his village. He’s turned this place into a replica of hers, inviting all these demon slayers here to train and fight. She's bound to be interested in that, but he tries too hard for her to give a shit about him. You don’t have anything to worry about.”

Miroku didn’t answer. He only looked at his wrapped, cursed hand, cocking his head just slightly, as InuYasha was doing, toward the whimpering demon inside.

“Bastard,” InuYasha said.

“Him or the one who did this to him?” Miroku, himself, was leaning more toward the latter.

“Both.”

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Sesshomaru was on his hands and knees in front of the man he’d been so sure he loved only a few moments before. His mind was struggling to stay alert, but it too was losing the battle his body had already lost. Jin moved to Sesshomaru’s front and pushed the demon’s head into the dirt, almost as though being guided by invisible hands—possibly he was, as this seemed to be his father’s doing. With a great deal of effort, the inuyokai managed to turn his head to follow Jin’s feet as they moved behind him. Sesshomaru’s ears could hear the sound of Jin unsheathing a sword or dagger of some kind and could feel the hardness of the blade on his back, searching its way under his obi and the waistband of his hakama. With a swift upward stroke, the blade sliced through, leaving them in silk rags at Sesshomaru’s sides.

He could feel two calloused hands pushing down on his hips, then grabbing his legs, spreading them as far as the remaining rags from his hakama would allow, leaving the demon completely exposed to the growing crowd of human demon slayers. The hands moved, and Sesshomaru could hear the shifting of fabric behind him, and could barely see as Jin’s own clothes were lowered to the ground.

“Hurry up with him, Jin,” a voice said. “He’s just pretty enough, I think I could convince myself he was a woman.”

Sesshomaru’s mind was screaming, pleading for what he knew was about to happen, not to happen. He was a royal inuyokai. He would not be passed around like a common whore. The pain coursing through his body was unbelievable, yet he still tried to move, tried to struggle against the effects of his own poison. Part of him cursed his mother’s race for not having a venom that would numb a victim before killing it, rather than making them feel as though their veins were on fire and force them to plead for death.

That thought resounded even louder as Sesshomaru could feel Jin’s hands moving to his cheeks, spreading them. Jin did nothing to prepare the demon in front of him before lining himself up and pushing his hips forward. For Sesshomaru, the sensation combined with the poison was indescribably excruciating, and he couldn’t do more than utter a scream that never made it past his still closed lips. The demon slayer did not wait before nearly pulling himself completely out and ramming back in. Sesshomaru tried to focus on the pain shooting through the rest of the body, ignoring everything involved with the sound of skin slamming against skin, the feeling of Jin’s hips meeting his own.

Sesshomaru began to feel an odd tingling rolling down his thigh, at first thinking it might be a side effect of his poison but when he smelled his own blood, he recognized what he had felt. Much to Sesshomaru’s relief and horror, Jin was inexperienced and did not last long, taking no time before shooting into Sesshomaru, who found himself retching despite the poison, yet his clamped mouth was unable to release what his stomach decided it would no longer hold.

Jin pulled his now limp member out of Sesshomaru with as little warning as he had given before entering, and through tear-blurred vision, Sesshomaru could see him pulling up his clothes and stepping aside for another to use the being he had once claimed he loved. Still incapable of uttering the scream that so desperately wanted to be set free, he got no time to recover as another, thicker organ was thrust into him, ramming with far more aggressive speed, giving the demon absolutely no time to adjust or prepare himself before moving.

“My son is no one’s bitch,” said the owner of the organ being forced completely in and out of Sesshomaru.

“And neither is mine.”