Inuyashas favourite slave Chapter 10 - Lost Trust, an inuyasha fanfic

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This is for you, because you've been getting on my nerves forever in order to get me to write a few more pages.

IT ISN'T HELPING ME. Well, maybe it is, BUT PLEASE STOP IT.

Inuyasha knew he was pushing his boundaries not only with the boy but also with the court. Taking a slave to the royal baths was unheard of, especially when said slave was not legally his. He was a kitchen slave, meaning he belonged to the royal palace and not necessarily to the Prince himself. Those slaves were owned (and could be used and abused) by everyone. But rules were meant to be broken.

So there they stood, the boy two steps behind him, with his head bowed and the rags he had previously worn clutched tight in his hands in front of him in a last attempt to hide his beaten body. He was shivering, and since the room was heated by the hot bath and the last bits of sunlight falling through the windows, Inuyasha could tell it was from fear. What were you expecting after what you did to him? Inuyasha closed his eyes for a moment, taking the time to scold himself. How was he supposed to take care of another living being if he couldn't even control his temper? No, this was not the time to think about something like that. He should be enjoying himself with this beautiful boy at his every beck and call.

"Throw those rags away, puppy, and come to undress me."

The boy would wear only the finest garments from now on, Inuyasha would see to that. Only the best is good enough for his little puppy. Yes, spoiling the wonderful ever so submissive slave would become one of his favorite things to do, if it wasn't already.

Meanwhile Sesshomaru placed the rags in a far corner where they wouldn't insult his Master's eye and came quickly to undress the already waiting Prince, hoping he wouldn't earn a punishment for not doing it the way his Master wanted him to. He had to please the young royal, in order to not be thrown out. Sadly, this brought new unanswered questions to his mind. Should he have started by taking off the Prince's sandals or was it right to start with the Obi (the belt of a Kimono) and was he allowed to touch the warm skin or would it anger the Prince that a lowly kitchen slave-

No, he told himself, he was the Prince's Puppy. And even though he was still a slave, he wasn't completely worthless anymore. But as soon as the little bit of self-consciousness came it was gone, replaced by a sudden fear at the realization that he was to be the Princes whore, with that thing his Master did to him as his daily (and nightly) routine. But…If it made his Master happy, he would get used to it. He would have to get used to it.

"Puppy, you do realize that I'm still standing here, waiting to be undressed right?"

Oh gosh, he is keeping his Master waiting. Had he been this deep in his thoughts to not realize that?

"I-I'm sorry, I-I…" He mumbled, hoping his Master would leave this unpunished.

As fast as possible he opened the belt, letting the Haori part, exposing the Prince's chest, which had him stop and stare at it for a few seconds. God like, was the only thing Sesshomaru managed to think before returning his gaze to the Obi he was currently trying (and failing) to fold. Hopefully the Prince didn't notice his longing eyes on his perfect body. He caught himself wondering how the trained muscles would feel and maybe…if he was very cautious…maybe he was able to touch them without the Prince noticing it. After all he had ordered the boy to undress him and at some point he couldn't prevent his hands contacting with bare skin.

No, he wasn't allowed to think like that.

See what the Prince's softness does to you? You start being disobedient. You start wanting something you can never have. But even his anger at himself couldn't stop the urge to look at this angelic being he was allowed to call Master. So he looked again, while taking his Master's Haori off. Should he touch his Master now?

No, just continue working, be obedient, be good." one part screamed.

But the other, much larger part of him wanted him to, telling him he would never have such a chance again. Still unsure he continued to stare at the muscular chest before him.

You shouldn't look, it's not your place, he scolded himself, but couldn't stop himself from staring a little longer which didn't go unnoticed.

Inuyasha grinned after catching the boy looking a little too long at his perfectly trained chest. He knew he was attractive, of course he did, but he was never interested in the looks others gave him…until now. While the boy bit his lip, obviously debating if he dared to touch it, Inuyasha grabbed his one hand. Too soon the surprise on the boy's face turned into fear of a coming punishment for deliberately disobeying the Prince's wishes. Being too scared to speak or beg, Sesshomaru simply continued looking at the royal's face, terror clear as day in his eyes. But Inuyasha wasn't having any of this. Slowly he guided the cold hand closer to his chest, looking at the young man in front of him with a calm expression. Just as the shaking hand was about to touch the of the slave desired part of his body, the boy snapped out of his trance and tried to pull his hand back, but the Prince only held it tighter. He leaned closer to the whimpering, shivering mess that was his favorite slave and pressed the hand he was currently holding, closer so it was finally touching his muscular body.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" He asked looking down at the cold hand slowly beginning to move on his own, touching his trained chest in a way the Prince would have found quite arousing, if it wasn't for the boy's fearful behavior. He looked up and into the very slowly calming eyes of his puppy.

"Y-Yes, Master." The boy whispered more to his chest than into his face and then looked up in shock, suddenly realizing what he did. "I mean…I-I mean no, m-my Prince. I-I would never-"

"There is no right or wrong answer, puppy." The Prince cut him off.

Of course there is, there always is, Sesshomaru thought bitterly. And even if he answered the way his previous Masters wanted him to, he was still punished. How long would it take for the Prince to start seeing him for who he really was? To see how useless and worthless he was? If only this kindness would last for longer than a few hours, maybe days if he was lucky, he'd show him how grateful he was to be treated this way. A sigh from the Prince brought him back to reality just in time to see the young man lift Sesshomaru's hand to his lips to place a soft kiss on his knuckles.

"M-Master?" Sesshomaru whispered in disbelief of what just happened.

"Am I not allowed to kiss you, Sesshomaru?" Inuyasha chuckled, pulling the boy closer.

Sesshomaru shivered as his Master spoke his name with that husky voice of his. If only he wasn't a slave, he would be allowed to fall in love with this angel in front of him. But no, he was born a slave, destined for a life without love. Still, there was this tiny bit of hope he simply couldn't kill off with his dark thoughts. What if the Prince really wanted him? That he would not only see him as a Puppy or as merely another plaything, but as a lover and a friend. He looked up into the calming eyes of his Master, trying to stop the urge to kneel. No, this time he was sure the Prince wanted an answer and he was going to give him just that.

"O-Of course you are, Master, just-"

Should he really test his boundaries? Everything was going well, what if him adding this, would end badly for him. Like the Prince sending him back to his cell or worse… He must have kept the royal waiting for too long because a soft chuckle brought him back to reality.

"Just what, puppy?"

He swallowed hard, overthinking what he was about to say. It might anger the man and result in a brutal punishment, but the little time he spent with his new Master had him believe that maybe he wouldn't punish him…or at least not too hard. He bowed his head, in order to look as submissive as possible, so if he displeased his Master by giving him the wrong answer, the punishment might not be too hard.

"J-Just… I thought… W-Well, I am a s-slave and…n-not worth it."

His stutter was worse than ever and he just prayed it wouldn't add to his Masters' anger. But when a soft hand gripped his chin, lifting it so his eyes met with caramel ones, he was certain that he had just made everything worse.

Inuyasha was angry. This boy was his puppy and yet he questioned his worth. How dare he? The Prince felt the old anger well up, ready to throw a tantrum. Enough with the niceties, he told himself. He would show this slave that he belonged to him and that he was never to question the will of his Prince and Master again. Just what punishment should he choose? The boy certainly was too weak to be whipped and a beating would just- Inuyasha grinned. He had just found the perfect punishment for his Puppy, not too brutal, yet hard enough to teach him a lesson. It took him a moment to realize that he was still holding the boy's chin, now all wet with new tears. For just a second he debated, if he should really risk losing his Puppy's trust, but he pushed that thought away immediately. A slave needed correction.

"I've been way too lenient with you, Sesshomaru." He said in a dangerous calm tone, earning a flinch and new tears from his slave. "Now, Puppy," Inuyasha continued letting his chin go and moving to sit in a nearby chair. "Show me how well behaved you are and the punishment might not be as bad. Come, over my lap"

Sesshomaru, still shaking and crying moved over to take the place his Master had desired for him. The whispered "Good boy" gave him just enough comfort to not start begging right away. His Master probably didn't want to hear his pathetic cries for mercy and forgiveness anyway. So he just whimpered as the first few swats fell on his butt cheeks. He tried to silence them, to show his Master that he knew he deserved every single one of them, to show him that he was good and well behaved and that he could do better, but he was unable to stop them from slipping out in between sobs.

"P-P-Please, I-I am so…s-so sorry, Master. I-It won't happen a-again, M-Master." Sesshomaru dared to whisper.

But the man simply ignored him and continued with his punishment, sometimes even stroking over the reddened butt cheeks to cause a little more pain.

"If you can tell me what you did wrong, I'll stop."

Sesshomaru swallowed, thinking about what could happen if he guessed wrong. Was his Master going to hit him harder or get a whip him until he truly begged for mercy?

"I-I stared a-and touched m-my Master without permission, I-I spoke w-without p-permission, I-I dared to-to disagree, I-I-I undressed Master t-the wrong way, I didn't p-please him, I'm sorry, so-so sorry, M-Master, I-I swear I won't do it again. P-Please no more."

Inuyasha was shocked. No, this wasn't what he wanted. This wasn't what he wanted at all. How can this boy think everything he did in the past hour would require a punishment like this? He wanted to stop now, to give his Puppy the attention and aftercare he needed but he couldn't. No, he had to end this.

"No, Sesshomaru," he began, sounding calm, but strict. "that wasn't what I meant."

He felt the boy tense up again, his lips moving as if they wanted to say something but no words came out. Mentally slapping himself, Inuyasha slowly lowered Sesshomaru onto the floor. How could he have done this? Why did he have to be like that? Risking his Puppy's trust for something so stupid. He could have just ordered him not to refer to himself in such a way. It was as easy as that. But the shaking boy who was moving backwards with frightened wide eyes signaled him that he might just have broken his Puppy yet again.

He knew it! How could he even hope that the Prince would be different? From the first day on he had shown him who was in charge, had brutally used him and a few hours ago nearly sold him to his friend. Sesshomaru felt foolish for believing his Master. It was an old trick, very old, yet still used often to test new slaves. He had forgotten all the lessons beaten into him, because someone had been nice to him. But he had to concentrate on his Master now.

Don't displease him, he told himself.

His eyes met again with the soft caramel one's of his Prince. Should he beg? Would his Master even accept an apology or just continue to beat him? It was worth a try.

"M-M-Master, i-if you tell me w-what displeased y-you" He started softly in a completely submissive tone "I-I'll fix it, w-whatever it is, p-please I-I'm sorry, s-so sorry-" Tearing up yet again, the sobs made it even harder for him to speak "I-It won't happen a-again, just p-please-…P-Please no more, M-Master."

Inuyasha's heart broke. His Puppy was back to being the obedient slave he first fell in love with. But this wasn't what he wanted. He didn't want a scared dog, he wanted Sesshomaru. But because he was foolish to think that a punishment would be the right thing to do in that moment. Hadn't he promised himself that he was going to spoil his Puppy? If he couldn't even hold promises he made to himself, how was he supposed to earn his favorite slave's trust back?