Save Me

 

[Here it is finally. Truly sorry that I take so damned long. This chapter ended up being a bit longer than usual, so maybe that'll make up a little for the delay. Thanks so much to She-who-waits-in-the-darkness, Lord Youko (omg such a big fan!), ImmortalServ, and Pumkinpi for the lovely reviews. I hope it was worth the wait.]

[PS. There is a rather gruesome part (for me) toward the end regarding the gang of boys' punishment. Just a warning if you want to skim that part. Thanks!]

Chapter 7 – Behind the Mask

Sesshomaru strode to one of the late night sake bars he knew of in this town, pondering his treatment of his slave and making plans for Kitaru’s future.

The slave would, of course, have to be taught the etiquette of his palace. Kitaru would have no inkling as to how to behave within high society, nor what his particular position in that community would be. Though Sesshomaru cast a shadow of bored indifference in everything he did, and very often seemed to have not a care for social status, he actually had an intimate knowledge of his position and the positions of everyone else in his court. Even though he didn’t visit his palace often, he kept current on the happenings there through various means, and made sure that all important ruling measures went through him first.

The streets were emptying now as the sun quickly descended below the horizon, leaving only its orange glow to slowly be blanketed by the silky blackness of night. The youkai lord took his time, nothing catching his interest as those few who were still out quickly ducked out of his way.

He shouldn’t have given Kitaru what he wanted. He needed to make the boy snap, to make him reveal his worst qualities. Only then would he truly be able to properly reprimand him, and also judge just how deep Kitaru’s insecurities ran. But he had wanted to show the hanyou a lesson, and had also wanted to wait to get to the real digging of his soul until they’d reached the palace and he had everything he wanted to train his slave at his disposal.

It meant nothing now, he’d punished his defiant little slave, and they’d both enjoyed it. Sesshomaru couldn’t help a tiny smile as he thought about the predicament he’d left the fox in; tied up, unable to pleasure himself, and no doubt fantasizing about what he, Sesshomaru, might do once he returned.

 

 

Kitaru was indeed behaving precisely as his master predicted. His raging boner refused to go away as the stinging wounds continued to remind him of his punishment. The fox had experienced pain before without this arousal, but back then he hadn’t been receiving that pain from someone who deserved his submission. To give himself, his body and his soul, to a being with such power as Sesshomaru… well, it felt perfect. At a very deep level, he felt completely at ease when the lord was dominating him, even though he was embarrassed and frustrated by many of his master’s decisions.

Namely him being naked. And tied up. Alone.

He leaned against the side of the wooden walled shower, closing his eyes and heaving a sigh. Maybe if he could doze off it would make the time go quicker…

A sound outside the shower room forced tension back into his shoulders and back. He froze, not even breathing as he listened. He knew it wasn’t his master, he would have felt the youkai’s energy from a mile away. Of course, the lord could always mask his aura, but there would be no reason for him to make a sound if he was trying to keep an eye on Kitaru unnoticed.

He heard it again, the sound of dry dirt crunching with a footstep. With it this time was the unmistakable smell of human.

Multiple humans. Male. Young.

“Crap,” Kitaru breathed. He had a sick feeling he knew what was about to happen. He looked back up at the knot holding his wrists to the top of the shower wall. It was getting dark and there wasn’t much light, but Kitaru could see easily in anything but complete darkness, and renewed his efforts to try and escape the thick rope. He hadn’t really been trying to escape before, he actually rather liked being tied up, even if it was frustrating. Now though, he did not want to be found tied up like a sacrificial lamb for the boys.

He worked at getting his wrists free, and tried hard to not just tighten the knots further, but nothing he did loosened them. It seemed Sesshomaru knew what he was doing when it came to knots.

The fox felt panic bloom in his chest as he heard more footsteps coming closer, then a couple snickers, and finally the wooden door of the shower room swung open on silent hinges.

The light was dim but he saw with dread that the boys he’d beaten up before had come back, and they’d brought friends. He could see at least 4 more boys of varying ages.

“There you are,” said one of the boys, his nose now crooked and still pretty bloody. His voice was nasally and choked sounding because of it. It didn’t stop him from laughing a nasty, tittering laugh of a boy not yet a man, but too old to be a child. “We heard you from across town. All those perverted screams.”

Kitaru flushed in embarrassment again, his tail twitching in agitation. He stood in a defiant stance though, his feet planted, hands balled into fists, and glared darkly at the gang of boys.

“Did your owner beat you for beating us?” another boy jeered.

“What the hell do you want?” Kitaru growled, tired of their bantering. If they were going to kick his ass he just wanted them to get it over with. It wasn’t like he could do much anyway.

The boys never stopped grinning in glee as they started to file into the shower room, surrounding him and crowding together into the small room. Kitaru wanted to get away from them, to keep them from touching him. He didn’t like boys like this, boys who were about his age and had no empathy. These were the boys who didn’t see him as a person, barely saw him as a living thing. He was nothing in their eyes, and nothing shouldn’t be able to break noses.

The fox held his ground, facing the wall again, his hands tied so they couldn’t reach past his shoulders as the gang of human boys crowded in and shut the door behind them, locking it.

Kitaru stared at the wall. He was helpless, but he didn’t have to submit to these assholes. They continued to make jokes as they all coursed around him, 7 in all, touching him, poking the red welts from Sesshomaru’s whip. He tried to ignore them as best he could, keeping his face a hard mask.

When they all had their time to make a couple wisecracks, the leader with the broken nose raised his hands for silence. He reached out and grabbed the fox’s thick orange hair, turning his head so he could look him in the eye, “You’re nothing, filthy half-breed. You’re dirt. Why did your owner beat you mutt?”

Kitaru glared at him, “None of your damn business,” he growled through clenched teeth.

The boy grinned, “I hoped that was the answer,” he hissed before punching the fox in the ribs and then slamming his head into the wall of the shower room. Kitaru’s breath left him in a whoosh, and he grit his teeth at the blow. He’d taken beatings before. He’d always been too weak, too easy prey; he’d never been stone cold the way some of the others had been in his position. He’d gotten used to physical pain.

The other boys quickly joined in, all of them crowding around and getting in each other’s way to take a swing at him. The fox closed his eyes and let his mind drift away from his body, a trick he’d learned long ago. Soon, the blows to his body didn’t register as pain, only impact, he was just being moved slightly, and even the sounds of the gang surrounding him became muffled as if he were under water.

His mind drifted back to when he’d taken a bath with his master in that pond in the middle of the woods. It was merely days ago, but in that moment it felt like years. He remembered again the sight of Sesshomaru naked and gleaming in the clean water, his silver hair draped over his shoulders and fanning out around him. He’d been so shocked, so astounded with himself that he’d found the sight of the youkai so damn attractive. It wasn’t that he’d never found men attractive before; he’d never found anyone attractive before. But after his master had taken him the night before, and then treated him to that sight… he never wanted anything more after that than to see the lord’s perfection again.

Why had he ruined that time? He’d never had an orgasm out of his own pleasure, he’d always been forced… it was so different. He hadn’t been used to pleasure, still wasn’t used to it. He still felt he didn’t deserve it.

The fox’s thoughts were interrupted as something registered from the outside world in his mind. A grab at his now soft cock. He flickered out of the safe haven of his own mind and tried to jerk away, but only ran into bodies warmed and sticky with sweat from beating on him.

The situation came rushing back to him and he panicked, feeling trapped and suffocated. He didn’t want them touching him. No, no, that was reserved for his master.

Gods, when had he become so dependant on Sesshomaru? he thought angrily.

The fox watched as one of the boys drew out a long piece of twine and once again reached for his privates. Kitaru thrashed and cried out this time, trying to throw his elbows into faces and kick at knees and shins. He felt a few connections, but nothing that could give him an advantage. The boys grabbed onto him, holding him still, too many hands gripping his limbs and more blows raining down on him.

“You’ll regret doing this!” he snarled.

There was a chorus of laughter, “Oh yeah? Why’s that half-breed?” one sneered.

Kitaru glared at Broken Nose, “My master is Sesshomaru, Lord of the Western Lands. When he finds out you’ve damaged his property--!”

He couldn’t continue as a dirty piece of fabric was stuffed into his mouth from behind, and then another tied around his mouth to keep the first in, effectively gagging him. The laughter continued, no one believing him. If it had been demons attacking him they would have known, would have smelled the scent of the obscenely powerful demon all over Kitaru. But these were stupid human boys, and had no such powers.

The twine was soon wrapped around the fox’s package and pulled so tight it looked like the small parts might burst. Tears dotted Kitaru’s eyes as his cock and balls felt like they were going to be cut from his body. The remaining twine was wrapped around the shaft of his small penis, making the member bulge and turn an angry red. Kitaru closed his eyes to the punishment, not wanting to see it.

“Awwww is the little baby crying!” they jeered, pinching his cheeks and tugging harshly on his member. The fox hanyou glared out at them, hatred shining in his eyes.

Broken Nose came face to face with him again, “We’ll show you your place half-breed. Since your ‘master’ hasn’t seemed to be able to break you, we’ll do him the favor.”

He spit into Kitaru’s face before backing away again to let the rest of the gang have at it. The fox once again retreated into his mind, but he was starting to feel real fear unfolding in him. Something in that boy’s eyes and voice hadn’t sounded right. It seemed he had much more planned for the hanyou than just a beating and simple pain.

He didn’t let it show, but the Kitaru was scared. He cursed Sesshomaru for tying him up like this, while simultaneously praying he would return soon.

 

 

Sesshomaru didn’t have to order. As soon as he sat down at the sake bar a cup was placed before him and filled with the finest drink the place had. Many of the patrons left as soon as he sat down, and those who didn’t leave moved as far away as possible. These were humans, and all they could feel was fear when in the presence of the demon lord’s aura. It was either flight or fight, and they sure as hell didn’t want to fight him.

The great demon perched on the square bar stool, somehow managing to look regal and casual at the same time. He took a sip, expressionless, and set the round cup back down on the bar.

Conversation started to float back up from the corners of the bar, as the Lord seemed comfortable. Sesshomaru half-listened, still preoccupied as he was with his own thoughts about Kitaru. What did he want from the half-demon? No one would dare defy him if he took on a hanyou companion; he had indeed done stranger things before. Even that word made him uncomfortable for some reason: companion. Was that what he wanted from Kitaru?

He knew he wanted a new slave, a new toy. Something to keep his interest, something different. He couldn’t wait to start in on the slave. He already had idea for how he would train and push the boy. It made him eager to return to the palace, something he hadn’t felt in a while.

His musings were interrupted as two men walked into the sake bar, ducking under the low-hanging cloth awning.

“What’s he sent out?” one was asking.

“Some tough demons. He’s real upset about this.”

“Well it’s the first time one of those little fuckers has actually gotten away—“

“SHHHH!” the second man cut the first off.

Sesshomaru glanced toward them with his eyes only, the sake glass raised to his lips. Both men were staring at him like he was death incarnate. One was much shorter than the other, overweight and now sweating profusely. The other was tall and thin as a twig, his hair was oily and unclean, and it looked like he’d just swallowed a roach.

Sesshomaru glared at them. Well that was more than a little suspicious. He turned away again, wanting them to think he hadn’t caught on.

The two men rushed past him and through a paper sliding door in the back of the bar, closing it behind them with a snap.

Sesshomaru glared after them. There was no way he could ignore this, not after hearing Kitaru’s story and then getting attacked by those puny demons who’d been after the hanyou. “Bartender,” he growled, his voice quiet. The man stopped mid-sentence with another patron to come to him and bow low. “Where does that door lead?” he asked.

The man glanced back to the door before staring at the floor again, “It leads to the gambling room, my lord,” he replied in a gravely voice.

The Inu-demon stood without another word, leaving his drink, and strode to the door. Upon his entering the conversation in the room died a quick death as everyone stared at him. The room wasn’t big; there were two plain wooden tables with a few chairs on the right wall, as well as two places for gambling set up along the left wall. The gambling spots consisted of a floor mat with cushions spread around it. The dealer sat against the wall and the players faced him. Sesshomaru eyed the room, spotting the two men sitting at the back table on the right wall, and then took a seat at the first empty cushion he came to.

He settled himself and the humans already present visible moved a few inches away. The dealer looked like he was going into labor, but dealt the youkai lord in anyway. Sesshomaru met eyes with no one, and barely seemed to notice the cards in front of him. He glanced at them disdainfully before putting them back down on the mat. He was focused on the two men in the back of the room. They’d put their heads together and were trying to talk quietly.

“Would he want us to do anything about it?” the overweight one was asking.

“Should we?” the other hissed, “You’ve heard the rumors.”

“Well I’m certainly not risking my ass for some escaped little piece of shit hanyou.”

Sesshomaru felt anger spread through his veins, but kept it hidden. If he waited just a little longer, maybe he could get a clue as to whom these disgusting humans were working for.

 “Bets,” the dealer said. A flash of annoyance passed over the lord’s face and he pushed a few of the small wooden discs piled before him toward the center of the mat, still listening.

“Should we contact him?” the thin one asked the other.

“He’s pretty angry right now. And on edge. We might want to wait a while, until the whole thing has died down a little.”

“But what if the rumors are true? What if he has the hanyou?”

“Will you shut up about it?”



“But what if he brings that little brat all the way back to the palace? We have to do something to stop him. Maybe we could buy the half-breed off him.”

“Are you kidding? You know how he is with his possessions.”

“But it’s just a half-breed!”

“Lord Sesshomaru has done stranger things.”

Sesshomaru, who’d gotten up in the middle of their conversation and silently approached their backs without them noticing, said casually, “Oh? What sort of things has he done?”

The two men flew out of their chairs, giving strangled cries of surprise and fear, but it was too late. The youkai lord caught the thin one by the throat with the ease of holding a puppy by its scruff. The fat human tried to run, and Sesshomaru casually flicked a careless wrist to catch him with his poison whip and drag him back. Though he remained calm and collected, he was livid on the inside, and the rest of the people in the room knew it as they smashed themselves against the walls away from him and gave screams of terror.

The thin man was grasping at Sesshomaru’s wrist, unable to breathe in his hold. The lord glared at him, not letting up. Without a word he flicked his wrist again and the poison whips lashed around the overweight human’s wrists and ankles briefly before cutting through them altogether. The man screamed and the smell of urine filled the room as he lost control of his body. The angry demon, annoyed at the man’s warbles of pain, flicked his wrist once more and cut out the man’s tongue with his whip.

 

The fat human gave one more cry before falling silent, in shock. The thin man was pale as un-dyed cotton, his eyes bulging out of his head in fear and lack of oxygen. Sesshomaru finally spoke, “I am tempted to cut out your tongue and sever your hands and feet as well to keep you from running to your employer.” The man gave a choked squeal and even started sobbing. The demon’s upper lip curled slightly in disgust, “Talk,” he commanded, his voice quiet and cold.

He loosened his fingers just enough for the man to squeeze out some words, “H-h-he’ll k-kill m-me!”

“I will make your fate worse than death,” Sesshomaru replied, his tone almost bored.

The man gave another sob, “P-p-please m-m-m-my l-lord!”

Sesshomaru squeezed harder on his throat until he felt blood vessels pop. The man choked and finally got out one name, “G-Gorou.”

The Inu demon’s eyes flashed red and he so desired to kill this retched human. The man knew it too. Sesshomaru took a breath, and with a hefty measure of self control let the man drop. He fell to his knees and immediately bowed his forehead to the floor at Sesshomaru’s feet, coughing and spluttering.

Sesshomaru had already lost interest in him, “I do not expect you to be a problem any longer,” he said simply and the man continued to sob and mutter incoherent apologies and pleads. The lord ignored him and strode away back to the sliding paper door and out of the sake house.

Himura Gorou. He knew that name well. Gorou was one of the many advisors who sat in his court. He was a bear-demon, hardly better than a warlord, and Sesshomaru employed him when only brute strength would solve a situation and he didn’t feel like getting his clothes bloody. Gorou had always felt under-appreciated, but Sesshomaru would never have expected him to outright defy him like this. Not only was he grudgingly loyal to those more powerful than himself, the bear hardly had enough brain cells to rub together to form a proper sentence. He could never have come up with an operation like this, let alone carry it out right under his lord’s nose.

No, if Gorou was involved, he was not the mastermind behind it. There had to be someone else. Someone incredibly intelligent, who had a good reputation within Sesshomaru’s court and wouldn’t raise any suspicion. A few names floated into his head, but nothing he could yet prove.  

There was treachery within his own home, and that would simply not do. Perhaps he had been away too long. The great lord strode swiftly down the wide streets. It was now completely dark, and he was eager to get back to his hanyou slave to let out some frustration they would both enjoy.

His desires were not to be fulfilled though, when the wind changed and he caught a whiff of his slave’s scent laced with the sharp odor of fear and pain. Sesshomaru’s eyes flashed red again; with Kitaru’s scent he’d smelled another scent that was just too familiar to the blood he’d just spilt moments before.

Sesshomaru nearly flew to the inn, around the back, and masked his aura and scent. He liked to have the element of surprise.

Kitaru was now bent over double, his arms bent painfully over his head. The gag was now dangling from around his neck and had been replaced with one of the boy’s cocks. Behind him the lead boy, the one with the broken nose, had his own member buried in the fox’s ass. The gang had broken his tail, tying it into a literal knot, and now Broken Nose was using it as leverage with one hand. The other hand was hooked in Kitaru’s mouth. They pushed into him rapidly, not trying to receive pleasure, they were only trying to cause him pain and embarrassment. It was pretty obvious that most of them had never put their little dicks into another person before.

The fox was trying hard not to break down. He didn’t want to give these disgusting human boys the satisfaction. But Broken Nose’s words were making it hard for him.

“Your owner sent us here you disgusting whore. He didn’t want you to know, but I think you should know,” the boy was saying between quick thrusts. The gang chuckled, all of them now with their cocks out, waiting their turn. “He said that if we like you enough, he’ll sell you to us, and you can be our little fuck doll whenever we want.”

The boys’ members were all tiny compared to his master’s, and though the rough treatment hurt his still tender behind, it wasn’t the physical pain that made his eyes water.

What if what they said was the truth? Had Sesshomaru already grown tired of him? Frustration and hurt caused a lump to form in his throat that had nothing to do with the salty muscle sliding around in his mouth. Why did he care so damn much about what Sesshomaru thought about him? He’d only been with the arrogant lord for a few days, he shouldn’t be so attached!

But… the youkai lord had taken his anal virginity. Had dominated him so completely that he felt empty without that powerful presence close to him. Kitaru, without fully comprehending it, had started to hope that maybe he fulfilled something in the demon lord as well.

But with each thrust, and each second that went by without the return of his master, his hopes started to die. Sesshomaru wasn’t going to keep him. It made him angry to even think that he wanted that, but thinking of life without his master wanting him made him feel so empty inside that he thought death would be better.

As soon as he had convinced himself that Sesshomaru was indeed planning to get rid of him and sell him to some bratty, disgusting human boys, the door of the shower room creaked, held briefly by the flimsy lock, but which was soon pried open as if the lock were made of butter. The door swung open, and Sesshomaru got his first look of what was actually happening in the shower room.

All of the boys saw the great lord, saw the look of murder in his eyes, and immediately stepped away, backing up to press themselves against the far wall of the shower, their expressions those of rats looking right into the face of a hungry cat.

All except Broken Nose. In his position, the boy had his back facing the door of the shower, and was so busy antagonizing Kitaru that he hadn’t heard the door open and only noticed how his gang had suddenly been reduced to a scared group of little girls. “What the fuck are you all staring at?” he demanded.

It was then that Sesshomaru released his youkai aura and bathed the group in his powerful and severely pissed off energy. The boys quaked and Broken Nose broke into a cold sweat. Even a human could feel such intense anger at a soulful level. He removed himself from Kitaru and slowly turned. The fox had shivered as that aura washed over him, and even though he felt fear from his master’s anger, he couldn’t stop the wave of relief that passed through him.

Broken Nose stared up at Sesshomaru, mouth agape, eyes wide as saucers. “I-it was him!” he immediately claimed when he found his voice again, pointing to Kitaru. “Y-your fucking l-little slave s-s-seduced us! H-he wanted it!”

Kitaru felt a wave of anger pass through his blood that was so hot the tears he’d been holding back finally spilled over. He straightened and looked with hatred at the boy.

He didn’t have time to deny his claims though, before Sesshomaru grabbed the boy by the hair, lifting him so his toes barely touched the stone floor, and once again released his poison whip. The whip sailed skillfully around the bathhouse, neatly splitting every boy’s little member, which were still sticking awkwardly from their pants.

A second of stunned and horrified silence passed before the boy’s piercing screams split the night. Blood splattered the stone floor as the boys reached for their mutilated privates, too shocked and horrified to cry. Sesshomaru moved to the side and the boys ran, holding themselves together, still shrieking, high pitched, pubescent shrieks. Kitaru gulped as he felt blood splatter his feet, though couldn’t deny that he felt those boys deserved it.

Broken Nose was too afraid to cry, instead only stared in dumb fear at the demon. Sesshomaru couldn’t help but notice what a striking resemblance he had to his father, the man who he’d cut off the hands, feet, and tongue from and would be lucky to survive. A very small smile lit the lord’s face, and he said very quietly to the boy, “Never forget, it was your fault.”

The boy gave him a terrified, confused stare, but didn’t waste time in running away when Sesshomaru dropped him back to the floor.

The youkai lord watched the brat run away, that smile still on his face. His sadistic nature wished he could see the look on that despicable child’s face when he saw his maimed father. He would forever believe it was his fault for what had happened, and the fat man who was part of the scheme involving Kitaru would never be able to tell him differently, even if he survived.

Sesshomaru looked back to his slave and his smile faded back to his usual indifferent mask. Inside though, he still felt outrage at what had happened to his fox. He approached Kitaru, and the fox started to tremble in response. He was trying to hold back his tears again, not wanting to appear weak in front of his master. He didn’t want Sesshomaru to abandon him.

The lord stood close behind him and reached around to swiftly cut the twine suffocating Kitaru’s member. The fox couldn’t help his small gasp of relief. Sesshomaru then undid the restraints on the boy’s wrists, which had tightened so much that his hands were pale with lack of blood.

Kitaru didn’t know what to say, so as soon as he was released he turned and started to get to his knees to prostrate himself for his master. But as he started to kneel Sesshomaru caught his chin and forced him to keep standing. “Why did you let them do that?” he demanded in a low voice.

Kitaru trembled harder. He was in pain and hungry and completely exhausted. He had no clue what to say anymore, or what to do. He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling pathetic and weak, and yet some deep part of him felt he deserved it all. “Th-they…” he gulped, trying to get his voice under control, “They said… you sent them,” he whispered.

Sesshomaru backhanded him across the face and Kitaru had to hold himself against the wall to keep from falling over. He didn’t even cry out though, he bowed his head in resignation. He deserved any punishment Sesshomaru decided to grant him.

The youkai lord pinned him against the wall of the shower room, pressing a large hand against the boy’s thin chest and stooping slightly so he could better look his slave in the face. “Something you will certainly learn about me is that I tend to be very possessive of my things,” Sesshomaru said, his voice still low and smooth as the silk of his kimono. “You are mine, slave. Mine to punish,” he reached down and grasped the boy’s abused privates, squeezing cruelly and making Kitaru’s eyes water again. “Mine to pleasure,” the hand moved from squeezing to enter one finger into the fox’s entrance and easily found his prostate, pushing on it. The fox whimpered at the treatment, unsure where this was going. “And mine to break,” the youkai growled, removing his finger and grabbing Kitaru’s chin again to pull his eyes up to meet his. “Do not ever presume to think I would let another soul do that for me. Especially some inbred group of disgusting human boys.”

Kitaru gazed up at him, feeling a little lost in those golden eyes. This possessiveness was confusing him. He… he was nothing. Why did Sesshomaru care so much?

The fox’s own eyes widened when he saw something change in the lord’s expression. His eyes grew a little softer, and the hand holding Kitaru’s chin moved to caress his cheek. “You are so short,” Sesshomaru said bluntly, amusement flickering in his eyes.

Kitaru blinked, “S-sorry…” he whispered. He only came up to just over his master’s sternum.

Sesshomaru didn’t respond. He slowly wiped the salty streaks from his pet’s face with his thumb, his hand big enough to reach both cheeks easily without moving his hand. The lord then straightened, “If this happens again, and you do not have my express permission to be touched and played with by someone other than me, you have my permission to kill them,” he said, his disdainful mask back on. He glanced down at the fox, “Understood?”

Kitaru bowed to him and nodded quickly, “Y-yes master,” he replied.

“Good. Now come inside and I will have a doctor brought for your tail,” Sesshomaru said, leaving the bathhouse and heading back into the inn with Kitaru following close behind.

The fox’s emotions were in turmoil. He had no idea what to think anymore. He was afraid that he was going to lose himself even more now that he was under Sesshomaru’s power. He’d had so much of his own soul beaten out of him and he thought freedom would have healed him. But Sesshomaru was going to make him into a slave. Hell, he’d already pretty much achieved that.

So why did he already feel better now that he was back in his master’s presence? Sure, the demon lord had more than taken care of the boys who’d raped him, but it was more than that. Kitaru felt something deeper blooming inside of him, something he hadn’t really felt before, yet he still somehow recognized the feeling.

He sighed heavily, and knelt on the bed when Sesshomaru instructed him to as the demon lord called the innkeeper to bring a doctor for his broken tail. He didn’t know what he was feeling, or if he was doing the right thing. What he did know was that he’d liked the expression that had briefly crossed Sesshomaru’s eyes when the lord had caressed his face. He hadn’t realized that there could really be someone else behind that mask of indifference who wasn’t filled with malice and disgust for the world. Kitaru wanted to know more about that person behind the mask.

He wanted to know more, because in those few seconds he’d felt like Sesshomaru really did care for him. He’d felt at home in those eyes then. 

 

 

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