Sesshoumaru's Slave

IV: The Fuck

4500+ words
Warning: See title.

Sesshoumaru slides Sage onto the bed beside him and presses him back, to lie back, and quickly covers him with his body. On his elbows, fur quickly twining with Sage's, legs straddling the boy and cock quickly hardening against Sage's belly, he presses his lips to the boy's and kisses him long and deep, not rough but searching. The taste and scent and aura of him: he would take it all in at once, know it, keep it.

The plum tumbles out of his hand as he is pressed back and kissed, and he whines as he's made open for Master's mouth and tongue and the way the big, dog dick rubs against his belly, Doki is happy and floofy in the strong, soft hold of Master's fur. He's covered...entirely...and warm and...ohhh...ohh please...

He reaches a hand to trail claws gently down the boy's slender side, down his hip and thigh. Every breath brings him more of an unnamable pleasure and rightness. He breaks the kiss to look into the eyes of a stranger who belongs now to him. Now and always, if he wishes it. The boy's scent and gaze speak to him, as does his taste. A taste he wants so much more of. His wandering hand reaches that little cock and teases it to further hardness.

He whimpers and arches into the touch of his cock. All his fur is on end, every hair everywhere...the fine soft, near invisible down that covers him, the hair on his head, every fur strand on Doki... "Master..." he breathes. Yes. This -- no matter how off kilter he may feel because this Master does not behave like other Masters -- this is right. He can feel it and he begs for it. He knows that cock will hurt the same way he knows Master will not hurt him with it simply to hurt him. And his own cock..."OH," he gasps, surprised. He's going to come. He pushes it back as hard as he can...there's no permission, Master has had NO pleasure of his own...I will NOT come...please...not yet...it's NEVER happened so fast before, EVER!

Sesshoumaru smells, can nearly taste the come that has not yet shot from the cock he has barely stimulated yet overstimulated by his dominance, he is certain. He lifts up and looks down at the little prize, so hard and hot in his grip. He strokes it purposefully now, eyes flickering from stiff prick to anguished face. The boy wants to stop this, wants not to displease his master. "Have you no control, then?" he teases lightly, lip curling in a grin. "And my cock hasn't even found its way inside you yet." He makes a small sound, a "tsk" in mock disdain, and keeps stroking...and watching.

He catches just enough of the teasing scent because most of what he hears is blood in his ears and his head pushes back into the bed as he desperately tries to control himself. But he can't stop it. It's NEVER like this. It just isn't!! But he comes, his clear, seedless ejaculate and the sound that comes from him begins in his chest as he cries out loudly, clutching the blankets and furs. Again, something he never does without permission...being loud. Not even a howl, just a cry of the pleasure that courses through him and the anguish of his loss of control and the desperate hope that something...somehow has pleased Master.

Sesshoumaru's lips part as he watches, shivers with pleasure at the way the boy comes, fighting it every second, then overwhelmed by it. Is this how the boy whores himself? So unexpected! And the seed -- or seedless -- fluid that coats his hand and the boy's own belly. He cannot resist but lean forward and draw his tongue across the little head and down his fingers. Light taste, unlike his own or that of any lover he has been generous enough to sample. More. He licks his belly, hands going up almost automatically to pin the boy's arms...unnecessary he is certain but it arouses him to do so. He licks and laps up every droplet, hungry for it.

He squirms, though he is normally much more passive, at least until told otherwise. The pressure holding his arms up over his head makes him feel so possessed. "Master," he moans. "Please...please..." He's still gasping, panting for air. So much, so fast... He looks up, then down, watching Master lick him...lick his come...he likes it. Oh, that makes Sage feel good. Master likes his taste.

Holding both arms overhead with one hand, he sits up and uses his free hand to pump his cock, bringing forth lubricant that will ease his way. It is not so much that he fears hurting the boy but rather that he does not like his own gratification lessened by a dry passage. He laughs at the thought. Of course, it is also to avoid hurting his precious slave and brother. He nudges Sage's legs apart.

Sage wriggles slightly, spreading his legs and also putting his hips back to make for an easier angle for entrance. He watches Master openly now; he can't help himself. He smells a sweetness he smelled before when he was sucking Master's cock and then stroking it...but there's so much more of it now, and Master's cock is big and red and beautiful, even more beautiful with Master's elegant hand -- warning colors everywhere, warning smells. He breathes in all the smells and does his best to relax down there. It's not easy, but he does his best. He has practice, but the best practice is more experience.

"Do you want master's cock even more than that plum, little slave?" he coaxes, stroking his cock as the boy watches. Yes, watch me. The whole room smells of his arousal, and Sage's.

"Yes, Master!!" Oh he does. He would never eat another plum in his life if it meant he could have Master's cock right now. "Please Master...oh please...I want it, I've never wanted anything like this before." He's hard again. When did THAT happen?

"Where slave?" he prompts, enjoying the delay and Sage's enthusiasm. "Where should master put his big dogcock?"

"In my ass...please Master...put your big dogcock in my ass!!" It's easy to say that at least. He's had plenty of practice and the answer though rote, though it is also entirely sincere, and his voice begs outright.

"Can you smell me as well as I can smell you, slave? Can you smell how you please me?" He presses his cockhead to the tight hole that seems far too small to take his cock...but will.

"I smell...I smell Master's cock...ohhh I feel it...I please Master...yes please...please Master..." Oh it will burn at first, he knows but he wants it SO badly...

The begging is unusual. Even when he can smell the need in others, it is not so blatant as Sage's whimpers and pleading. Servants want his fuck and wear his scent for status if they are uncouth, or more quietly enjoy him and his dominance, like Midori. But even the most groveling do not cry out like this. It spurs him, makes his fur writhe and ripple -- surprises him, in short. He presses in, his head prying open the tightness, making way for himself. He grunts with effort, keeping Sage tightly pinned beneath him.

He can't control his body jerks...part of his body objects to the large cock pressing into him. The other part is grateful for being held down and still. Doki wriggles into Master's fur and he pulls his legs back as well as he can.

"My slave needs no collar to know who owns him," Sesshoumaru murmurs low in Sage's ear, alpha scent high and sweet to his senses, cock pushing deeper, claiming that which is his. "Take me inside," he adds through clenched teeth, the little muscles so tight around his cock.

He gasps loudly and shudders everywhere. Somewhere in his brain he hopes Master will give him a collar but he's been given an order and he struggles to obey. He can relax...even if this is a bigger cock than he's used to on a regular basis it isn't the biggest he's ever taken. Possibly the only one he's ever wholly wanted to take. Hhe pants loudly and has to close his eyes and find the right place and make his body stop tensing. A little at a time, he does. He cannot focus on Master while he does it, and yet he is entirely focused on Master in that he is entirely focused on obeying him.

"Yes," Sesshoumaru hisses with a little shudder of pleasure as he sinks deeper inside. "No spells," he mutters, so pleased and so aroused by the slave's obedience and his own desire, the aura of his need so palpable. "Give the pain to me." He has a love of talking while fucking, the words coming with such effort when it feels this good, the work to form words a kind of gratification in itself. "Give it all to me, Sage..." He grunts, hilts himself, bites back a howl of satisfaction the slave has not yet earned.

Ohhhhhhhh...it burns, and he yowls; he can't keep it in. And a part of his brain has to be available...sort of...to obey. He cries out again as he feels Master all the way in. Ohh OWW...the base flares...that's where...if he has a knot...that's where...his eyes tear with the pain, but there is nothing in his scent or his body that begs for Master to stop. It hurts, burns while his body adjusts, but he can't feel any tearing or smell any blood and there's something...it's like Master is scratching an itch...deep inside him. "Master..." he manages through his tears and pants and adjusting. His voice is breathless, barely there, but there all the same. He feels every part of Master that is touching him from his scent to the hand holding his arms above his head; the balls flush against his ass, the breath on his sweating skin...

"Mmm good, yes," he says, slipping halfway out and feeling himself tugged, milked by Sage's body. He bends and brings his mouth down to devour the hoarse little voice in a kiss. Pausing a moment, he looks down at the pain and pleasure in the little face. "You will need no spells, no collar to obey...but you will have my collar as well as my fuck." He has never felt so certain of the beginnings of an addiction. He will want and need this one close...very close…always.

Ohhhh...he wants to say something...anything...even as he's kissed. He can't form words, though. But his body manages for him as he arches up into Master and tries to push his hips onto Master's cock. Yes, please. But he is also grateful for the slowness, the moment to adjust. He can take quite a lot and has...one master in particular was very interested in how much pain Sage could take. Quite a lot, as it turned out. He doesn't remember getting his first brand, but he did not pass out when he was branded the second time, like he'd seen the other slaves also getting branded that day for various reasons and Masters. Some branded slaves as a matter of course. Oh...oh...cock in his ass... Master in his nose and his mouth and his eyes open.

His eyes light at the way the boy pushes into him, wants more cock...and more cock he will most certainly get. He thrusts in and out, not fully hilted but feeling the lube slide from his doglike cock and begin to ease the passage. "Such a sweet little fuck," he whispers, a humming growl beginning in his chest. "So good." He begins to fuck faster and harder, letting his own desire take dominance.

Oh good...Master is pleased...and...and why is this so good? It's never this good. Never. Never EVER. But it IS. It's better than any fuck he's ever had, let alone any first fuck with a Master. There's that...something he can't quite grasp or explain, but the bigger the itch gets, the harder Master scratches it, and he tries his best to get his hips back for more, deeper, harder. Master's scent is making him dizzy and he whimpers, begging wordlessly.

"I know," Sesshoumaru replies to the pretty little whimper. "Give it to Master." His voice is a deceptively soft coaxing, controlling the power inside to keep it where he wants it to enjoy his new treat, this slave-brother who takes him so well...and wants it. He tucks his hips under to fuck deeper. He'd love to see the boy come again without even touching his cock, and encouraging him along is delicious. "Is it good, little one?" he purrs.

Later he will try to figure out why it is so good. Fucking is never good, never this good and never close to good right away. But his slim prick is hard again and he sees and smells and feels everything it seems like: the hard, pounding cock in his ass and he can hear the sound they make, his panting whimper and Master's calm, dominant voice, and he wouldn't think he could answer, but he does. "Yes, Master," he cries out loud in his ears as the blood pounding in them, as Master's balls against his ass. His belly is wet. He feels that too. But he hasn't even come yet!!

Damn but the boy's voice pushes him...so near to climax and so quickly. It has taken him long effort and even a kind of training to get him to be able to speak even during the most intense sexual moments. How much effort the boy has made he cannot begin to calculate. He refuses to slow down and forces his body not to climax, speaking again to prove his control to himself...and the slave. "You please your master well."

He can't take his eyes off Master now, and his hips find what seems to be the most perfect angle and his legs wrap around Master's middle unbidden, but he cannot unclamp them. He wants to please Master, but it is awfully hard to see or say anything now because Master's cock is doing more than scratching that itch. He whimpers with each pant and his little prick jerks every time Master's cock slams that...something in him.

Oh yes...so near...he can feel the surge within, the tightening of his balls, the copious leaking of his cock, the itch in his fangs... It feels so good he wonders why he has never taken a small, young lover like this before. But he knows, even as he thinks it, that it is not just size or youth or even that Sage now belongs to him. It's Sage himself: fragrant and obedient yet neither passive nor without great desire of his own. His submissive, hungry little bastard brother. His and only his. "Shall Master cover you with his come?"

His eyes widen and just the sound of Master's voice...and then the question filters through and his own cock jerks HARD and comes all over his belly even as he begs, "Yes, please, Master, PLEASE!! Ohhhhhhhh!!!"

Sesshoumaru grunts hard as Sage comes, his ass tightening more as he shoots his little sticky load. Oh, that will be sweet to clean off...but he cannot keep his mind long on such thoughts as his whole body tightens as he sits up and grips his cock hard, then howls as he sprays the dark and beautiful little sweaty slave beneath him with hot and ample ejaculate, from thigh to chin and even onto his brow and in his hair.

This is how he knows how well he has pleased a master. He's limp and sore and sticky everywhere and so tired he could fall asleep right now, but he smells everywhere like Master's pleasure and satisfaction. His pink little tongue slips out a corner of his mouth to catch a sliding drip of come and it is still warm, bitter, musky with that hint of sweetness that is in Master's scent. Not so very salty. The sweet and the musk make a sort of tang; his nose and his tongue tell his come-addled brain. He's never really had an "afterglow" moment of any kind, so the feelings are confusing, but he satisfied Master and obeyed and figured out what Master wanted...somehow... He doesn't remember how or if he did...and that's good, he thinks. Master's pleasure is...very very good. He is also going to be sore in the morning, he can already tell. That's okay. He's used to that at least. It's comforting.

Sesshoumaru looks down at the little artwork beneath him, squeezes out the rest of his come, and offers his hand to his slave. "Clean it like a good pet," he grins, knowing well the boy will think of this is a gift and not a duty. He knows entirely as he fights to control his mind from its orgasmic pleasure that it will take some time to sort what it means to enjoy a slave rather than a servant or simply a lover. He looks forward to every sticky moment.

Sage obeys immediately, putting his tongue to work and tasting more, more of Master and himself which he's used to, and the new taste of Master and his own taste from being fucked together. It is very, very nice and Doki has settled against his side, all calm and not floofed, not limp, but not really moving either. Content. Yes. They know this. And this Master is tasting really good.

Sesshoumaru watches the little pink tongue dart and lick, taste and swallow. "I wonder if I will be able to keep from spoiling you terribly," he muses aloud, watching Sage's response, forcing his breath to calm. "But then, a little rebellion will allow me to test a spanking hand that is long out of practice." He grins as his fingers are neatly sucked, one by one, in a warm, wet little hanyou mouth.

He finishes cleaning the last little bit from Master's last claw and looks up at him curiously. He's seen spoiled, indulged slaves before, of course, but he's never been one and cannot imagine himself in such a position. It does make him curious enough to ask, in a sleepy, languid voice, "Did you used to spank a lot of people then, Master?"

In fact? No, he hasn't. He's had a lover or two who enjoyed it, among other pleasures, like Kouga, a randy wolf prince who has most likely never uttered the word "no" in his existence. But spanking is intimate in its way, and there are few he has interest in sharing true intimacy with. He feels no need to answer the question asked, but comments: "I imagine you take a spanking well...and that I will enjoy spanking you." He moves to stretch out beside Sage, still keeping the slender arms casually pinned on whim. He licks a slippery patch over Sage's nipple, pausing to drag his teeth over it and suck.

He sucks in his breath as he is about to answer master as there is licking, then sharp and then sucking and he can only whimper. Master's body is warm next to his and the bed is soft and Master is strong.

Sesshoumaru lifts his mouth away from the little pearl. "Would you enjoy being spanked, Sage?"

"I...think...I don't know. I had a Master who enjoyed testing my pain limits. I enjoy pleasing Master..." He doesn't hesitate about that, somehow.

Sesshoumaru nods, drawing a finger through the cooling ejaculate on Sage's small chest. "I may well enjoy testing you, Sage, but it will not be at the expense of your health or well-being. Your happiness will be my happiness, but breaking your pain tolerance will not be my pleasure." He licks his finger. "Do you understand?"

He watches Master's tongue lick his finger. Master is so beautiful...oh. Question. Answer supplied. Habitual honesty. "No, Master."

Sesshoumaru responds with a small smile, watching Sage watch him, leaning up on an elbow and at last releasing the boy's arms, for his wrists are getting cold. He rubs them a bit to increase circulation. It will be easy to be selfish with this one. "What is it you do not understand?"

"I...I don't understand what you said. What Master asked." He closes his eyes briefly, his fingers twitching as Master rubs his wrists. "That...Master may enjoy testing me, but not at my health's...stuff. Or that my happiness will be Master's happiness."

Sesshoumaru nods, thinks. He likes this. Mental and physical stimulation and encouraging him to think things through and explain himself, without any sense that he owes it. "I mean that you will put your own desires and needs after mine, but that you may have your own desires and needs, to begin with. Do you follow?"

"I...think so. Master is always first. First. But I may have...my own...desires? Truly?"

"Did you not desire to have my cock inside you? Did you not wish it to feel good? to come?" He tugs the other taut little nipple. "I can smell and feel your desire, Sage, the way you held back, the way you let go, the way you tipped your hips to get me deeper inside that tight little ass of yours. So it must only be the permission to have such desire that makes you wonder, yes?"

He nods. "Yes, Master. I...it's new. All of it. Wanting. Wanting Master...feeling so good." He shivers as his nipple hardens. "I never...that...I never not so fast...not so much...Master..." He fights a yawn and succeeds, then says, "Master removed my collar, the spells, and gives permission instead."

"And when you wish above all things to please me, I will feel and know it. And when you do not, I will know that too. But Sage--" He pauses to turn the little face clearly toward his, fixing a warm but dominant gaze upon him, "--I am powerful with or without you. I have no need to demonstrate or prove who I am by hurting you or treating you as something that can be discarded. If you are worthy to me, then any punishment I give you--whether to ensure your obedience or to satisfy a whim of my own--will not cause you deeper harm than...than my cock in your ass." He grins, is certain he's not being clear enough. "I will not unleash true anger upon you unless I have ample reason, and I am a reasonable master." Yes. He likes that very much. It is how he feels as he speaks. Reasonable...and very much Master.

"Yes, Master." He smells that...all of it. The dominance and truth and power and..."I want to please Master. And Master is powerful. And is Master. My Master. Right?"

"Yes." He blinks magenta-lidded eyes at the pup. He sounds so very young at times. Is it an illusion? He cannot tell. Not yet. But he does smell the sincerity and the desire to please. "And do you enjoy feeling so, Sage? That you belong to a powerful master that already you so wish to please?"

"I...I think I do. I don't know. I never have before." He fights a yawn again and loses, Doki slithering up to cover up his mouth.

Sesshoumaru rises to straddle Sage on hands and knees and licks him clean. Long, slow licks, tasting his cooling seed and Sage's cooling sweat along with his own little clear puddle. Their tastes blend too well. It cannot be so that this is not his brother. And the knowledge that he will one day wish to tell him so pricks the back of his neck like Papa's sharp claws in a playful moment. But the more immediate question, of course, is where the boy will sleep. To be sure, the floor is where he ought to spend the night. And yet he would make such a sweet bed warmer. Most of the strong-smelling cleansers have faded from his scent, but might there still be fleas, dying from his body even now? Sesshoumaru shudders. Shall his bed have fleas but Sage or shall he sleep alone and flealess? He sighs as the boy yawns again.

He tries to be still as Master licks him clean while he sits on him, but he stretches out a little because it feels so good. And his back arches at least once into Master's mouth. He hasn't been licked like this since...he can't remember when. He can't even fight the yawns now, it triggers something so...deep and instinctual and primal in him. But Master's scent doesn't say he can sleep, and has a question Master hasn't answered in him yet. And he should be hush and still, but he hears his voice inquire, "Mas---" yaaaaawn "--ter?"

"Yes?" Sesshoumaru asks, voice rich with a calm and ease he relishes. "What is it, sleepy little slave?"

He rubs his eye and fights his yawn and loses again. "Where shall I sleep, Master?" He will sleep when Master tells him he may, but he does not want to risk falling asleep in Master's bed if he is supposed to sleep somewhere else...he won't fall asleep until Master says. He won't. He wo...he yawns again.

Sesshoumaru's fur answers for them both, wriggling its way under Sage's small back and around his waist. He sits up as best he can to pull the furs up and over them both. If the little beast gives him even one flea bite, there will be hell to pay. He yawns as he watches Sage yawn, and rolls his eyes at himself. This is absurd. But there's no convincing his fur that the boy will not stay in his bed, and he yields to it, contented that he has his pelt to blame for his ... predicament.

Sage makes several sleepy sounds of contentment as Master's fur wraps around him and Doki and pulls him closer to Master and there are covers and it is soft and warm and smells good. "Master?"

"Yes, my slave?" How easy it is to think of him so already. His.

"May I sleep now, please?" He breathes Master in...the sweetness behind and in the musky and sex and...and...yes. Master. Warm. Soft. He feels lighter without his collar and his hurts are clean and medicined. And Master will give him a collar. Master's collar.

"Sleep now, Sage," he replies, looking at the long lashes as they sweep down over eyes not so very different from his own. And his moment of concern over telling or not telling Sage of his heritage dissipates. Giving Sage a life without sadistic treatment and with purpose and contentment; surely that is what the boy most needs. He pulls the covers over them both and wraps his arm around the boy. It would not do to have him fall out of the bed and wake his master.

"Yes, Master," he manages before obeying, sliding into sleep easily, contentedly and probably the most comfortable and happy he's been in his life as a slave.