Perfect Pet

Auction Day

Author: Maximoffs forever

Beta: sabakuXnoXsalem (a brilliant beta and a great writer, check out her awesome stories)

Sesshoumaru shivered slightly, the room that he was in was cold and, judging by the way his captors voices echoed, large. If he had to guess Sesshoumaru would say he was in a warehouse.

He shivered again but tried not to show it, he would not give his jailers the satisfaction of seeing his discomfort. He was uncomfortable though, he couldn't feel his bottom because of the cold floor he had been sitting on for the past few hours, his muscles were stiff and ached from not being stretched and the material of the blindfold was itching the skin around his eyes. But the boy would rather stay in his small cage forever than be moved, for he knew that when they moved him it would be to sell him and kami only knows he'd be sold to, but the odds are that he'd end up with some old pervert who would try to defile him. Sesshoumaru grimaced slightly, if it was the last thing he did he would make sure that would never happen.

Then he heard the sound he'd been dreading; his cage door was being opened. A rough hand reached in and grabbed his upper arm, trying to pull him out of his prison. He thought about trying to resist but dismissed the idea almost as quickly as he had thought of it, it would probably only end with him in pain.

Stumbling blindly, partly from not being able to see where he was going and partly due to his completely numb legs, he followed the man into a smaller room, he could tell because when the man shut the door behind him, the shouts and clanging noises became very muffled. Suddenly he was picked up bridal style and carried a few steps, before he could protest he was lowered into lukewarm water. After recovering from the initial shock Sesshoumaru sat absolutely still and didn't move a muscle as the man quickly washed him, it took a while because of his hair, but eventually he was picked up again and carried to a chair which he was forced to sit on as his hair was cut and dried and his nails were given a manicure. He assumed that he was in the hands of two women now as the hands that touched him were petite and smoother than the man's.

As soon as the women were done with his hair and hands his blindfold was removed, after blinking several times two women came into focus, they were both standing in front of him, assessing his face. It seemed like they silently agreed on something as they moved off to the side, when they came back they started applying make-up to his face. Apparently they didn't think he needed much as only a brush of foundation, shiny lip balm and a reddish-purple eye-shadow were applied to his face. Seemingly satisfied the two women stood back and nodded to someone behind him.

A pile of clothes were dumped into his lap, after looking over his shoulder Sesshoumaru realised that his jailor was still in the room, standing behind him.

"Put them on." The man said gruffly, referring to the clothes.

Sesshoumaru looked down at his lap and picked one of the garments up. There was no way in hell that he was going to wear any of these things, he was no slut!

The guard growled as Sesshoumaru dropped the white silk panties with disdain. Walking right up to the boy, he leaned down and spoke softly into his ear. "If you don't put them on, I'll walk you out to your prospective buyers naked, either way we make money. So, what's it gonna be bitch?"

Eventually Sesshoumaru's want of clothing won out over his pride and he slipped the outfit on. His expression hadn't changed from when the gang who had murdered his father last night dropped him off at this human auction house, but when he looked into the full length mirror he had to suppress the urge to curl his lip in disgust. The white silk panties looked like they were barely clinging onto his hips, matching white stockings, held up by white suspenders, came half way up his thighs and a white and black lacy corset was clamped tightly around his torso, in short Sesshoumaru looked like a whore.

"Perfect," barked the man behind him. "See, that wasn't so hard was it?" he sneered at the boy nastily before leading him through another door. As he was lead down the stark white corridor Sesshoumaru heard the sound of people talking getting steadily louder until he entered a large, lushly decorated room, he seemed to be standing on a small stage and as the man who had been getting him ready to sell walked back, the muttering and talking stopped.

"Lot number 787 in todays' auction ladies and gentlemen and we have a particularly popular little morsel here. At 15 years old this boy is not only the most attractive item up for offer today, but as the son of the recently deceased Inu no Taichō, he's a lovely item for anyone who still may hold a grudge against his father." At this many members of the audience started muttering among themselves.

Sesshoumaru stood there, completely still and with no readable expression on his face as he felt the hungry stares of many people on him.

After a few minutes the auctioneer decided that the audience had had enough time to look over his details in their auction books and view the boy himself. Once again he spoke in a soft, smooth voice. "Shall we start the bidding at one billion yen?"

Sesshoumaru switched off, he didn't want to hear these pieces of filth decide how much he was worth, he let his mind wonder. Inevitably he ended up thinking about last night, an event he wished he could forget.

They were all eating dinner, his father was talking to his new wife about how he was buying yet another struggling company, she was nodding and smiling but Sesshoumaru knew that she didn't and never would care about what his father did as long as it brought in boatloads of cash so she could go out and spend it on frivolous things for herself and her son. Speaking of which, Sesshoumaru glanced at his half-brother.

InuYasha was being his usual vulgar self, stuffing as much food into his big mouth as possible, Sesshoumaru sniffed in disdain as the younger boy stuffed another piece of meat into his already overflowing mouth, oh well, at least with that much food in his mouth he couldn't talk.

'Kami I hate my family.' thought Sesshoumaru bitterly, if only he had gone to live with his mother when his father kicked her out of the house to make way for his pregnant whore. But even though Sesshoumaru had begged to go with her, his father's arrogance and pride lead him to launch a huge custody battle over his son which he, with help from his lawyers and underworld connections to make his ex-wife look like a child abuser, he won. The 15 year old didn't even get to visit her on either of their birthdays.

He was deep in thought about his mother when he heard an almighty crash from the windows opposite him…

Sesshoumaru was pulled out of his reverie when the guard from before grabbed his forearm and lead him off the stage, back down the white corridor. The boy travelled until he was lead into yet another room, this one was different from all the others; it was smaller and definitely had a warmer feel to it, it had a deep red carpet that reached up to his ankles, the walls were painted a deep purple and a comfortable looking black leather sofa sat in front of a live fire crackling in an ornate marble fireplace.

"Wait here for your new master to collect you." the guard ordered as articulately as ever before he exited the room. Sesshoumaru heard the distinct click of a lock on the door.

Sighing slightly Sesshoumaru walked over to the couch before perching on the edge of it, he didn't want to accept anything from these people, even a comfortable seat. He spent the next few minutes staring into the fire, watching as the flames licked at the blackened wood before curving seductively upwards towards the chimney. He briefly considered burning himself, he was sure that if he did it badly enough no one would want him, but what would happen then? He'd probably be killed and that was one thing Sesshoumaru refused to let happen to him, he was going to fight until the bitter end, he was going to get revenge on all the people responsible for getting him into this situation, from Ryūkotsusei the leader of the gang that murdered his father and kidnapped him, to guard with the gruff voice, from the auctioneer to everyone who sat in that room, ogling his body and he would especially find pleasure in killing whoever presumed themselves worthy enough to buy him.

Speaking of which, Sesshoumaru's ears pricked up as he heard the door to the room unlock and the hinges quietly groan as they swung open. Refusing to turn around and acknowledge the person who had just entered the room he listened as light footsteps approached him. For the first time that day the realisation that he had been sold hit Sesshoumaru, most likely a hated enemy of his father's and they were going to take him away and do whatever they wanted with him. Images of old yakuza leaders with tattoos plastering their wrinkled old skin flashed into his head and he had to suppress a shudder. He was so tense and caught up in his fear that when the man spoke Sesshoumaru nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Come pet." said a deep voice.