Love To Do This Again!

Author’s Note: This is a total crack! fic, fair warning. Yes, I realize that at no point and time would the Ancient Japanese bid in cents and dollars, nor would there be hoochie music from a strip club, but hey, everyone’s entitled to their moments of insanity. It was a request and one I was happy to fulfill. Happy Birthday Sidious!

I'd Love To Do This Again!

“Woo Hoo! Make ‘em take it all off!”

The shout caught his attention. It was normally his practice to avoid towns and such situations, but this Sesshoumaru could not avoid his responsibilities to his ward. Rin needed clothing and they had come to the clothier to remedy this. Actually, he would have left it to Jaken to take care of such things, but for some reason he found himself unable to resist the human girl’s pleading eyes.

He turned his head to see what had precipitated the inappropriate comment, and his lip curled in disgust. There was a slave auction being held. The trash of the human world always seemed to turn out for such things. He glanced to see what pathetic thing was garnering such attention as he waived the other two on. There was no way that the child should be around such filth. To his shock he caught sight of his younger brother, the monk Miroku he traveled with and another demon he’d caught scent of before. Perhaps since he was obviously of the wolf clan it was the one called Kouga.

The three of them wore some kind of restraint collar that obviously restrained their powers. Their bodies were stiff with the inability to fight the circumstances. He drifted closer amused. There was no doubt that the three of them were enraged, fire shot from their eyes. How could they allow themselves to be captured, he wondered idly. The auctioneer had taken the shouted suggestion to heart as clothing items were being raffled off for pennies.

“Who will be the first to have one of these magnificent specimens bared?” He cried. “Three young and healthy males on display! I’ll start the bidding at one penny.”

“I bid ten cents on the haori!”

There were cheers and laughter from the crowd as Inuyasha blushing took off his coat. It seemed that the collars had obedience spells imbedded. This promised to be interesting indeed.

“Hey, I recognize the one in purple!” An old woman yelled, “I’ll pay ten bucks for him to take off those robes! Make him shake it!”

The monk tried to bargain his way out of it, but Sesshoumaru couldn’t hear a word as the crowd roared it’s approval. A loud booming bass line started and be damned if the monk didn’t start bumping and grinding like a professional. Come to think of it, with his reputation it wouldn’t surprise him if the monk claimed it as part of his religion. The outer robe hit a man in the face and it seemed that the hentai monk wore no under clothing.

Sesshoumaru watched, outwardly impassive, as the monk used his staff in the most obscene manner. The auctioneer, getting into the mood of the screaming crowd, had the demon Kouga and Inuyasha running their hands across the nearly nude monk’s torso pinching and caressing those pert nipples. He never knew his brother knew how to dance.

There were bouncers were at the edge of the stage as bids came fast and furious for more articles of clothing. Inuyasha was being stripped of his hakama and his under kimono while Miroku’s fundoshi was a distant memory. His brother was behind the monk thrusting his pelvis forward in an imitation of a more intimate act. It was a curious sight to see that all three retained their weapons. Clearly the wolf demon’s tail was not part of his ensemble, but a body part. Hmph, the breeding of lower class demons always showed through.

The three of them showed a lovely display of crimson flesh. There was no doubt they hated being on display for the crowd of slavering humans. A strange twitch occurred when he saw them touching so intimately. He realized that this strange display was arousing him. Perhaps he should take advantage of this… sale. It had been a while since he’d last had relief, and the thought of Inuyasha being forced to do his bidding brought an invisible heat to his cheeks. He walked to the owner standing to the side and began to bargain.

“How much for all three?” He demanded arrogantly.

The cagey man sized up the demon asking. He was wealthy, the clothing from the mainland said that. If he remembered his demonic lore the markings indicated a highly placed house, and a dog demon to boot. This was perhaps the Lord Sesshoumaru, Lord of the Western Lands? Perhaps it would be best if he allowed the three to go for a lesser price. It was always a good thing to have a good rapport with the demonic royalty, but then profit was just as important.

“My lord, I am but a poor man!” He began, testing the waters. “I could not in good conscience allow all three to be sold together! They are, after all, excellent specimens and will fetch a magnificent price.”

“I care not for your petty concerns. The one with the dog ears is my younger brother, and the others are his companions. You will state your price or I will destroy this market right now and save myself the trouble of any price.”

“Your brother? I was not aware that he was of any consequence! Of course I could give him to you! But I need something to show for my troubles!” The slaver whined. He gestured quickly to the auctioneer to stop the action.

“You are trying my patience.”

“One thousand dollars is a fair price for the other two, m’lord.”

“I am not an imbecile human, but I have no time and it is beneath me to bargain with you. It is done. I require all clothing and weaponry returned as well.”

The slaver was crafty as well as greedy. He would never have gotten such a price in this small city, but perhaps there was more.

“The lord is most generous! I will, of course have them clothed and released to your care at once! However the collars…”

“Don’t bother to release them. I want them reminded to be vigilant and a night in the collars will teach them vigilance.”

“As you wish,” He said with a low bow. “But I spent a fair amount on them and recompense is due.”

Golden eyes flashed with irritation and he backed down. It wasn’t as though he was losing any money. He had stolen them anyway from a defunct demon hunting clan, and there were more.

The wretched human was disgusting. He paid while holding his breath. He would find the worm later and disembowel him for the insult of subjecting this Sesshoumaru to his presence. With such a stench he would not be hard to find. In the mean time he had other business to attend to.

“I will return in one hour. Have them prepared.”

“Of course, did the lord require anything else?”

The slaver was talking to air. Sesshoumaru was gone.

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Sesshoumaru returned after assisting Rin in her choice of fabrics. The little one was as overjoyed in her purchase as he was satisfied in his. He sent the two of them to the inn for the duration. It would take some time for the clothing to be prepared and that suited his needs. He would be taking his acquisitions out in the forest for their activities.

The look on his face as he walked to the holding area was positively evil. There was so many ways he planned on using the slave collars. Inuyasha was finally at his mercy and having the half-breed humiliated and begging for release was a delicious idea. If it wasn’t for his brother he would have turned them loose, but the frenzy in the market had given him plans that had to be fulfilled first.

The trader stood there bowing and scraping. It was irritating to say the least to watch the filthy human act thus. He began to breath through his mouth since the stench was making his eyes water. He made a gesture and the creature led him to Inuyasha and his companions.

The look of panic in the half demon’s eyes as he approached made the money he’d spend worth the expense. He wasn’t the only one. The monk and wolf smelled of fear. Life was good.

“Do not speak, Inuyasha.” He forestalled the younger’s mouth. “You have not yet earned that right. That goes for the two of you as well. You required me to spend my time and money to rescue you, you will say one word until told otherwise.” He turned and walked away, “And Inuyasha, the collar is saying on for some time yet. Don’t forget father’s sword.”

He could hear the shuffling feet of all three as there was reluctance but no resistance to the collar’s compulsion. He walked to the forest and headed deep within. He walked without rest or pause until he found a clearing near a stream. He disrobed and ordered the rest to do the same.

“Bathe, I will not have the odor of the human world on any of you.”

Three bodies moved with stiff compliance. There was no willing movement, but they all did as told. The water was cold, and gasps were heard. Sesshoumaru gathered a handful of sand from the bottom and began to scrub. It was a ritual he performed any time he was forced into the company of humans, they made his skin crawl.

He kept a careful eye on the others. The monk was obviously enjoying the chance to be clean as was Inuyasha, but the wolf demon had been too long in the caves of his ancestor. He wasn’t too enthusiastic, but that could be remedied. He waded to the riverside where the roots of a tree created a resting place in the shallows.

“It seems that your wolf friend requires some assistance, Inuyasha. I believe he would benefit from your hands.” He called.

It was amusing to see both turn a brilliant red. With the order of silence in place neither could protest. His brother splashed over and began to roughly scrub the dirt off. Kouga would not co-operate either as he kept pushing his ‘helper’ away. This would not do.

“Monk, you will cup the demon’s balls, if he moves you will squeeze. Any movement that is rough will result in you tightening the pressure. Inuyasha, you will wash him as though he were your precious miko.”

They froze at first, but then reluctantly complied. The monk stepped close and held the wolf’s balls gingerly, distaste written all over his face. His brother’s ears were flat against his skull, a sure sign of displeasure, but his hands had slowed and were actually caressing the wolf with long sweeping strokes. For his part the wolf could have been a statue.

It was pleasing to finally have them under his thumb. It was where they belonged, and if he could not use his father’s other sword at least he could use his brother to wield it for him. It would be an acceptable repayment for the loss of his left arm.

His sharp ears caught the sound of panting. It seemed that the wolf was starting to see the point of this exercise. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were fevered. He ordered his brother to move behind him and saw that the half demon’s hand was moving gently around the shaft and stimulating it a full hardness.

“Inuyasha,” He called sharply. This was far more than he wanted at this moment. “Speak and tell me what you are doing!”

“What the hell do you think we were doing together and alone in the forest anyway? It’s not like the girls were going to put out anytime soon! We were just getting started when their damned gas traps went off.”

“You will tell me the truth, have you done this before?” Sesshoumaru demanded.

“Not exactly,” His brother mumbled.

“That is not an answer and I asked for the truth.”

“No! No, I have not ever done anything along these lines! Satisfied?”

“You are a virgin then?”

“Yes.” He squeaked.

Sesshoumaru allowed the tiniest smile to grace his lips. This was better than he’d anticipated. He gestured for the half demon to come to him. When he waded over with ill grace he patted his lap. Inuyasha blanched and shook his head.

“Turn around, bend over this branch and I will have the others show you what they were planning for the three of you. If you disobey me I will make sure that you will stay at the bottom of this particular dog pile.”

There was fear, but the beginnings of excitement in his eyes. He settled and turned his eyes to the others expectantly. It seemed he had finally found the right trigger for obedience from the mongrel. His hips were set below the water line, but the water was clear. He could see how those slim hips flowed into a pert ass and a hole that had been touched by no one. It was quite stimulating.

“It is time for action without words.” He said to Inuyasha, to the others; “You will show my brother what you were so eager for him to participate in that you walked straight into a human trap.”

It was as though they had been restrained until now. The monk and wolf crashed into each other biting and licking every inch of available skin. Tongues dueled and warred while hands roved wildly. It was eye opening for the young one as the two men grappled for dominance.

They waded in clumsy fashion toward the tree roots that the brothers were resting on. The full blood had the upper hand and soon had his partner face down on the roots, one hand underneath, pulling a hard cock and the other beginning a quest for the small pucker.

Sesshoumaru was slightly stunned at the voracious appetites of the other males. They had wanted to initiate his brother into this… this display? All semblance of rational thought had disappeared and they were down to their animal instincts. The monk appeared to be a natural bottom. His whines as the other inserted fingers were needy and high pitched. The wolf was firm and masterful as he nipped his way down the spine to that little hole. He kept the cheeks spread as he watched the muscles relax in time to the thrust of his fingers.

Inuyasha was watching, eyes focused with all intensity, and he began to inch forward on the branch toward the monk’s face. This was indeed an interesting sight. He licked his lips and looked to Sesshoumaru for permission. He was feeling generous since his brother had acknowledged his dominance, and nodded.

He grabbed Miroku’s face and thrust his tongue in, muffling the moans into whimpers. Kouga found his job the slightest bit harder and easier as the monk’s hips began twisting, and humping his hand. There were grunts and moans from three throats and it was beginning to affect him.

Sesshoumaru needed to touch that inviting ass, it called to him as he watch the two try to squirm closer to each other. His hand drifted downward in the water then slid firmly over that tempting hump directly into the valley resting one finger against the entrance. There was a sharply indrawn breath and a reflexive clench.

“Keep your head down and relax, Inuyasha.” He commanded. “I claim my right as the eldest to introduce you into the world of pleasure.”

The wolf was beginning his slide into the monk, causing the noise level to rise significantly. Ears swiveled forward and eyes watched intently as the pleasure on Miroku’s face ratcheted up another few notches. He unclenched and pushed back on Sesshoumaru’s finger. He was sinfully tight causing the demon lord’s dick to rise out of the water. It seemed his brother was indeed a virgin and that pleased him. His brother should have a proper first mating with a true demon. He was far more powerful than most even as a Halfling.

He plunged two fingers in abruptly and savored the howl of pleasure that came from of the throat of young one. The collar had ensured that he was relaxed and the water had given the lubrication. He paused for an instant, but soon moved his fingers in and out scraping the nub of pleasure with every motion. He added another finger impatient for the completion on the horizon.

Kouga was riding the monk with a single-minded intensity, but there was to be no satisfaction until the lord declared it so.

“The two of you will not reach pleasure until the young one has.” He told them.

There was a stutter in their movements. The pleasure had nearly taken them, but the control of the collar was absolute. They slowed and shifted, the wolf sitting back on a root and forcing the monk to display himself to the others. It pleased him and he drew Inuyasha back to mimic the moments.

All parties watched intently as Inuyasha began his slide onto his brother’s huge pole. His face twisted with pleasure and agony as the head popped past the first ring of muscle. A long broken moan broke the stillness as the newest novitiate began his descent into debauchery. He forced himself down and down until reaching the base.

He was a sight to behold with his head thrown back, long silver hair mixing with Sesshoumaru’s and his throat working as he gave a throaty moan of satisfaction. The two brothers were beautiful, there was no doubt of that. Muscles bulged and stretched as he began to slowly work himself up and down. Miroku mirrored his actions and soon all four males were working to a point they had been denied too long.

Sesshoumaru took control away and wrapped his arm around the half demon pounding inward. Kouga moved the two of them closer so that the monk could reach Inuyasha. Since neither of them could be satisfied until he was he was taking the steps to insure all of their peaks.

Miroku saw the pole bobbing in front of his face and sucked it between his lips with single minded intensity. He was balanced on the knife’s edge of pain and pleasure, and he knew which way he wanted to fall. The lips brought an unexpected twist to a mind already overloaded with sensation, and with a scream Inuyasha exploded.

It was the trigger that set all of them off. Sesshoumaru squeezed by his brother’s tight insides threw his head back and howled. Kouga and Miroku seeing the trigger that released them joined the call. It was hard and intense the most that any had ever experienced, and as they collapsed there was one universal thought.

“I’d love to do this again.”

The two tops towed their exhausted bottoms to the shore and collapsed. It had been a long day and there was an order of well deserved sleep. There were things to be decided, but that was when they woke. Sesshoumaru whispered a last command that all of them would regain their full strength when they woke. He had plans.

The End