DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA AND THE CHARACTERS OF THE SERIES. SOME PARS OF THE STORY WAS DERIVED FROM LORA LEIGH'S WOLF BREEDS NOVEL TITLED "AIDEN'S CHARITY". I ALSO DO NOT OWN THAT STORY. I JUST REALLY LIKE THESE STORIES.

Prologue

The smell of disinfectant hung heavy in the air, the hum of the air condition was the only sound that remained in the room. The stark white walls along the constant beam of light felt like it would pull at someone's eye. The soundings gave added the feel of coldness.

Inside the room held a stoic figure that was tied to the bed. Although chained to the bed he held his chin up in pride for he knew no matter what they could not break his neither pride nor could tell him what to do. His innate alpha nature dictated this. Beside him stood a small woman she was young. As small and delicate as anything he had ever seen. Her long, dark blonde hair was like her blue eyes peered at him worriedly. A frown marred her face as she thought about how he had always been defiant to the orders he been given and now she feared for his live. For she knew he was slowly going below the tolerance level. As a lab technician it had not been easy to see these Onis being treated in an inhumane manner. In was said that it was in the name of science and national security. The need had existed to create the ultimate super soldier. They wanted a soldier that could withstand injuries that would have been fatal to the average man.

"Sesshoumaru" she mutter, it had been the name she had given since he had been impersonally referred to an alpha numeric.

He grunted in response for he had an idea what she was going to say. It was evident with the injection she had been told to give him. It was laced with chemicals guaranteed o heighten his arousal. It pained her to give such an injection to him because knew what the end result would be. It was an invasion privacy and lack of respected for another being.

"Sesshoumaru, in a few minutes another oni will come in, Doctor Findley." she muttered mournfully.

He released a low growl in response. 'Who did they think they were treating him as a through-bread stud?' He thought angrily. If he could he would killed them where the stood without a care. 'Bastards, he would have his revenge for what they did to him and he would make sure they suffered before their end.'

"Sesshoumaru, you can't die," she whispered, glancing over her shoulder to be certain they were alone.

"Please, don't continue to defy them this way."

"You may play lap dog all you wish," he bit out coldly.

"I will not breed for these bastards."

Something flashed in her eyes then. Her lips thinned, as though there were something she needed to say, something to reassure him. She held it back with a quick shake of her head.

"This is not a good day to die," she hissed quietly.

"Save it for something important." she continued.

The flash of stubbornness in her gaze, in her expression, intrigued him. He had never seen the silent steel that flashed there before. As though some inner core of strength sustained her she probably would have made a good mate if the circumstances were different.

His thoughts were interrupted as a cool hand lightly brushed his brow. He peered up into sympathetic blue eyes. He didn't want her pity and he did not want her to see so weak like this. He soon settled down as her ministrations brought him a sense of peace. It was relief in the midst of fighting his arousal. He peered into her eyes and thought of the fact that she seems unusual in the lab. She was different from the doctors she treated everyone like a person regardless of their race. He remembered the first time he saw her it was a curious attract. Never had he noticed a female in that manner. He always watched her when she thought he wasn't. He was puzzled by his reaction to her. He was without a doubt attracted to her and if he had his way she would he moan his name in pleasure. He soon urged himself to keep down that thought as he continued to fight his chemically induced arousal. He soon relaxed again into the young technician's touches.

"I won't let you die," she bit out.

"You have no idea what you're doing here, Sesshoumaru."

"Satisfying their little experiments won't keep me alive. I would die before I even thought of participating. They won't do to me what they did to my useless clone of a brother."

He wished she would leave him. Turn and walk away, and allow him to face his fate with the strength his pride demanded.

Frustration flashed in her eyes. The young doctor continued her comforting caresses, which brought both parties some comfortable silent.

The moment relieve was soon short-lived as a gurney was wheeled in with a naked oni in heat strapped to the surface. Four other doctors and guards stepped into the room and peered expectedly at him.

He released a low warning growl at the presence.

"Doctor Higurashi, is he ready?" Doctor Onigumo questioned drew their gazes to the other side of the lab where the gurney stood.

Sesshoumaru body tightened as the scent of arousal, strong and drug-induced, reached his nostrils. He grimaced at the scent. It overpowered the faint, fresh scent of the young Doctor's earthy response to him, sickening him with its smell.

"The bastard's still limp" one of the doctors said with utter disgusted. For weeks they had been trying to get Sesshoumaru to mate with another oni or at least collect semen samples. They were running out of option and they need the inu youkis is to start reproducing because continued cloning had proven to be disastrous.

"The perfect killing machine is really useless"

"The bastard is insubordinate and can't even get an erection. What should we do with him Doctor Higurashi?"

Sesshoumaru would die before he gave the doctor what they wanted. He had learnt how control his body, emotions and urges. With this ability he would make sure they did not get what they wanted.

The Doctor Higurashi was thought for a moment. She was a bit hesitant in her decision since Sesshoumaru had been her pet project. He had been second to none in the inu youki breeds. She saw that he had a strong will almost unbreakable. But in her mind she would either break him or destroy her pet project...

"You were a perfect specimen," Onigumo sighed in regret.

"It's too bad, Sesshoumaru. I won't enjoy killing you; I would have much preferred making a replication of you through nature means."

"Take him to the other room," Higurashi sighed.

"Project silver wolf will be terminated"

"Do you hear that ST002, your time of usefulness has expired?

He heard the resignation in her voice. He didn't fight the guards; he allowed them to push him forward and walked voluntarily to the room of death. He knew he rather die than follow their orders."

"No!" the young doctor screamed as she turned to the head doctor.

"You can't kill him, Mother."

Her association with the doctor surprised him. She was actually the head bastard's daughter. He realized she probably could not be trusted.

Silence filled the Lab as all eyes turned to her. Sesshoumaru watched her broodingly, daring her to go further.

"Now you listen the animal is of no use to us," Doctor Higurashi bit out, her expression creasing into a frown. She had specifically the young naive doctor never to call her mother while at work.

"Even the drugs don't work on him. He is not a dependable specimen."

Fear flashed in Kagome's eyes. She was pale now, her gaze going between him and Onigumo.

"But he is." She sounded frantic now. "The stimulation is wrong. He's disgusted by those women…he can't help that. He's not being properly stimulated."

Sesshoumaru's stomach dropped as fear flashed hard and heavy in the pit of his stomach.

"I would love to help in your experiment," he snarled at her, vowing vengeance if she hindered his final escape.

"But the equipment just doesn't work."

"He's lying." She turned back to him, and he gritted his teeth at what he saw in her eyes.

At that moment he began to pray. Pray that she had not realized his desire for her, his knowledge that he was but a step away from mating her and giving the bastards what they wanted. A child, a creature they believed would mold more easily than the original Youkis did. It was a knowledge he couldn't hide from himself, but he was determined to hide it from the bastards who had created him.

If he revealed his ability that he was deceiving, then it would only be a matter of time before they attempted to match him with a woman he could not deny, just as they were attempting to match Inuyasha, based on his uncontrolled response to Kikyo. The same could be said of his predecessor and Izayoi. The thought of become a pawn was unbearable.

There was no privacy in the Labs. The sexual experiments were carried out before the eyes of all those held within the cells. He would be forced to listen to other Youkis cries.

"She's too soft for this job, Onigumo." He smiled with a tight promise of retribution to the girl.

"You should have gotten someone a bit harder. I bet she throws up when she sees blood."

He silently cursed as Higurashi watched her daughter with calculated interest.

"Can you produce a response, Doctor Higurashi?" she asked her coldly.

'God no'. A shiver of dread worked over his spine. He looked at the young doctor, knowing in that moment she would destroy him.

"I can." Her voice was faint, fear trembling through the sound of it.

's eyes narrowed. "Chain him to the crossbars. We'll see what she can do."

He fought them then. A roar of fury broke past his lips as the guards began to force him to the metal X built on the other side of the room. He would be restrained, unable to move, unable to fight. If she touched him, if he smelled her arousal, it would all be over with.

The weakness the aphrodisiac produced left him little strength to fight. Muscles were lethargic, lacking power; only his dick would have true strength. If she touched his cock, it would damned well explode in seconds.

Within minutes he was strapped to the crossbar. Arms and legs were buckled down, his waist held tight to the center of the X, helpless. He howled in fury, the sound primal, enraged. There would be payment for this, he swore as he fought the straps. And it would begin with Doctor Higurashi.

"There he is, doctor." Onigumo waved a hand at his nude, bound body.

"Get him hard and he can live another day."

Higurashi approached him warily as he watched her with raw, unbridled fury. He snarled, the animalistic sound vibrating in his chest and throat as he bared the wicked canines at the side of mouth.

"Don't attempt it," he growled at her, ignoring her frightened expression, the wary set of her body.

"Touch me, Higurashi, and I promise you will pay."

She stared up at him, her blue eyes somber, moist with emotion. That look speared into his soul and tightened his chest with emotions too unfamiliar to delve into.

"I won't let you die." Her hand touched his hard abdomen.

"I can't, Sesshoumaru."

Her touch had his muscles clenching in pleasure. He growled at her again, his teeth snapping together in warning as her hand trailed lower.

"I'll kill you myself."

She was going to go down on him. He saw the clear intent in her eyes and knew he was doomed. If her soft mouth touched him, he would not have the strength to fight her. Already his weakened flesh was stirring, overpowering his control, desperate to tempt her into touching it.

"But at least you'll live one more day," she whispered sadly.

Her lips touched his abdomen. He felt the fire lick over his body, the desire that simmered in his blood flaming at the moist touch. His loin tingled, pleading to be free of his control. He gritted his teeth, fighting the lust surging through his loins.

"Just one day," she whispered again against his skin.

"That's all you need, Sesshoumaru, just one more day."

She went to her knees, the wet heat of her mouth covering his limp shaft as he roared out his fury. Her hand cupped his scrotum, messaging it as her tongue stroked over his flexing cock. He couldn't fight it. Oh God, her mouth was so good. Hot and tight. Her tongue was timid but felt like a whip of fire on his flesh.

He felt his erection blooming. His body tightened as he fought it, but he couldn't fight the drug, and her sweet mouth. As though the moist depths were made for him alone, his shaft hardened, lengthened, until she was forced to wrap her hands around the base, covering more than half of the shaft to keep him from strangling her as his hips suddenly bucked, burying the heated length into her mouth.

His mind rioted, his body betraying him as deeply as Sesshoumaru was. He felt his erection surging as the pleasure began to lick over his body. It was extreme, too intense to resist, too heated to fight any longer.

He forgot the depraved scientists watching the act, forgot the soldiers and their perverse amusement. Without conscious control he began moving in rhythm to the suction she was applying with her suckling mouth. The restraints did little to hinder the movement of his hips, did nothing to stop his desperate thrusts into the heated warmth between her lips.

He wanted to touch her. He wanted to stroke and caresses her. Years of pent up arousal, of hard won control shattered in that instance. He felt his sex convulse, her mouth tighten. His groan was a cry of tortured pleasure as he felt his seed erupt from the tip.

He blasted into her mouth, his head thrown back, his strangled cry echoing around him as she suckled his seed from him. And still his shaft tightened further, a swelling hidden by her hands that increased the ecstasy tearing through his body.

Her hands tightened around the sudden, almost fist sized knot that bloomed within the shaft. She stroked it, her tongue laving the pulsing head of his erection, drawing each violent burst of his semen into the heated depths of her mouth until he felt as though he would go insane from the need to fuck her tight little private sheath.

It was over too soon, yet Sesshoumaru knew it had lasted too long. Her hands eased the hard knot but now nothing could ease the drug-induced arousal that filled his body. His sex was still engorged, so hard it hurt, and the need to have sex overcame any other need his mind held.

He shuddered as she drew back then. Her lips moist, her gaze silently pleading for forgiveness as the cool air of the Lab replaced the wet heat of her mouth.

Sesshoumaru hung limply in the straps, his head lowered as he stared at her kneeling before him. Hatred welled within him, fury igniting every nerve ending in his body as he watched her lick the last remaining evidence of his seed from her mouth.

The betrayal was nearly more than he could bear. It pumped hard and fast through his body, searing nerve endings, tightening muscles. Yet, once stimulated, his sex now refused to return to its limber state, though the desperate swelling beneath her hand subsided.

She had betrayed him. The reasons why did not matter.

"You will pay, Kagome" he growled. "Somehow, some way, you will pay."

Her sad little smile was only reinforced by the tears in her eyes.

"I already have, Sesshoumaru, in ways you will never know."

And he promised himself, one day, she would pay by his hand.

~ TO BE CONTINUED ~