Bible Black Fan Fiction / Hellsing Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Akanesuji ❯ Games ( Chapter 24 )

They were in Vienna by dinner time, and the two inuyoukai got rooms in a small hotel off the main square. She was happy to change from her skirt to a pair of jeans and call room service when she heard a knock from the door. Sniffing, she knew it was her neighbor down the hall. A certain white dog with pretty purple stripes. “Come on in”, she called. She had left the door unlocked, knowing he would likely show up. They hadn't talked at all on the plane, though they sat right next to each other. She stared out the window the whole time, fascinated by the white clouds and he would not interrupt her fun.

 

“What would you like off the menu?” she asked, sitting Indian style on the bed. “There is bratwurst and potatoes. I know you like bratwurst.”

 

“You know I never ate human food much until you started pushing it on me,” he said, sitting down next to her on the bed, feeling the well worn mattress give under him and push her body towards him a little.

 

“I don't like to eat alone.”

 

“Brats it is then.” He would eat them to amuse her.

 

Akane leaned over him to get the phone, her arm and ribs touching him and her hair getting in his nose. She smiled, knowing fully what she was doing, glad that he could not see her face because of the angle. Slowly she pushed the buttons and told them what she wanted brought up, then hung up the receiver. She took her cellphone from her purse and laid it on the nightstand just to stay in that position longer. Pushing the buttons, she turned the ring tone off. Anyone who called would have to go to voice mail.

 

Sitting back in her spot, she looked at him from the corner of her eye as she opened the envelop again to re-read the papers. He was sitting as quite as he ever did. She knew him better than that. He wouldn't be sitting on the bed if he didn't want something. She knew what he wanted. He wanted her.

 

It was like playing Shinobi-go-seek again, except this time without the hiding part. Her heart began to race a little. Sweat formed on her scalp. Her mouth a little dry. She guessed he was feeling that way too by the smell of him. Pretending to look her papers over, she listened intently for any rustle of movement out him, but he only sat perfectly still.

 

She couldn't take it any more. “Is there something you want?”

 

“No. I'm waiting for the brats to get here.”

 

“Oh.”

 

Sesshoumaru leaned over her to the other nightstand to pluck the television remote. It was only fair. She had done it to him, and he was doing it to her. It was just like playing Shinobi-go-seek, but without the hiding part. His heart was racing a little. Sweat formed in all the wrong places. He knew that she knew that he wanted her. He knew that she knew she wanted him. What an excruciating little dance they found themselves in. Question was, would she sleep with him? She had already slept with the vampire. What was one more lover's line carved on the headboard?

 

He remembered his earlier thoughts about her conquests and suddenly swallowed. She heard the sound and took it as nervousness to make a move. She thought she had won the game of shinobi-go-seek for the night. Putting her papers on her side of the bed, she stood and stretched, twisting to pop her back and smug with herself that she was victorious. When she turned around, Sesshou had laid himself across the bed, taking up all the room, his head propped on a pillow.

 

“Well look at you. Aren't you comfortable?”

 

“I can scoot over,” he said with a small challenge in his eyes. Shinobi-go-seek was back on. Akane nodded and laid down next to him, her arms folded up under her head while he flipped through channels. When he found football (that's soccer to us Americans) he laid his arms over his chest and pretended to watch intently. Men could always get away with watching football.

 

Akane rolled her eyes. He was winning. She couldn't stand to watch sports and he knew it. Her choices were to either steal the remote and possibly get a fight out of him, which would lead to rolling around on the bed or get up and take a shower, making him deal with room service. That was the better choice. Two could play at this game.

 

She slowly sat up. “Can you deal with them when they get here?” she nonchalantly asked, pulling her wallet out of her purse and putting her credit card on the nightstand. Sesshoumaru nodded, knowing she had found a convenient way to dodge the bed for a moment. His nostrils flared when she started taking off her shoes and earrings. She was up to something.

 

The inu, not looking much like one at all with her hair dyed dark and her ear tips cut off, escaped to the bathroom and closed the door. He could hear her lean up against the back of the door and gently rest her head. He smiled really wide then. He was definitely winning the game.

 

That was, until he heard her turn the water on in the tub, not the sink.

 

He heard her strip her clothes off, and when the hot steam of the room carried the smell of her sex, he grew frustrated at the bulge in his pants. Apprehensions about her current sex life went right out the window. She may have had kinky BDSM with the vampire, but she wanted him right here and now. She didn't love that skank. If she did, she wouldn't have let him in the room.

 

She had confessed her love for him at Hellsing. She had told him that she loved him.

 

Akane let the water run over her, hopeful it would give her some relief. She did want him, and she tried to fight it. That stupid hormone shot was still in her blood. She tried to think about Hizumeha, but after this last week, it was a hard thing to do. Alucard had introduced her to some things she had only seen in movies and websites. Her husband was too shy to do them and she had been too polite to demand them from him. She thought that maybe going back to the vampire once a year would help satisfy those urges, but with Sesshoumaru in the room, she was quickly coming to the conclusion that those urges were a part of her now.

 

She wanted to tie him up and show him who was boss. She had already kicked his ass, proving herself a worthy match on the battle field. She wanted to prove herself better than all his other lovers. It was childish and she knew it to be so, but dang if that thought wouldn't leave her mind.

 

She imagined doing to him some of the things that had happened between her and Integra and her and Alucard. How nice it would be to dominate Sesshoumaru for a change.

 

Sesshoumaru could hear her breathing change. Little sighs were escaping out of her mouth. He could only imagine what was going on in there. Gods! His imagination was probably worse than reality!

 

Room service came and went. The trays were on the table and he looked into a mirror, straightening himself up. He combed through his bangs, tidied his button down shirt and adjusted himself so that his pants weren't so uncomfortable. Looking down, he missed hakama pants. They were big and loose and could hide anything. He missed his furry mantle too. When the hakama couldn't hide his erections, it always did the trick. American clothing left him so exposed. He could only hide so much behind a mask of calm.

 

The woman came out wrapped in a towel around her body and a towel around her head. Sesshoumaru thought he was going to get a bloody nose. He had seen her a million times naked, but every time she went from a state of dress to undress it was like the first time all over again. He sat down at the small table and asked her to join him. He would not rudely start without her.

 

She sat down, a light flush on her cheeks. How he desperately wanted to drop his fork or something so he could get a peek under the table. He just knew the towel would be split open. He just knew she was there for the viewing. He just knew if he did, she would win the game. He had to think about something else. Something...vile to make his erection go away. “So. When do you plan on going back to Hell?”

 

“I don't know. Right after I figure out who is behind this hanyou plot I guess.”

 

“Have to save the world again, don't you?”

 

“You, me and InuYasha.”

 

“I never claimed to save the world.”

 

Akane rolled her eyes. “And how many times have you done so now? Four..five times?”

 

“And you?” he asked back. “Two or three?”

 

“At least six.” She gave him a dirty look. He smiled sweetly back to her.

 

“I think InuYasha still has us beat though.” Sesshoumaru stated, a jab at her profession. The hanyou always seemed to do by accident what she did on purpose.

 

“Yeah.” Akane grinned, stabbing her fork into a brat and watching the oils leak out. “How is your brother anyway. I haven't talked to him in months.”

 

“Good enough I suppose. I haven't talk to him much lately either.” The two went quiet after that. Even after all these years, InuYasha was still a bit of a sore point. The two inuyoukai had kissed and made up, but they didn't have much in common. It wasn't like they were going to go watch football together or anything.

 

“How was your vacation in Ibiza going?”

 

“The boys were having a great time. They were jet skiing when I left.”

 

“And you?” she asked, curious to know if he was getting much action. The thought of him boning some human chick cooled her jets.

 

Sesshoumaru pursed his lips. “I was...reading a book.”

 

“You? Reading a book?”

 

“Yes. Me.” he said coolly. He shoved a bite of brat in his mouth, hoping she would change the subject soon. “I do read, you know.”

 

“Well. No.” Akane set her fork down and looked him intently. “You never read...unless you are being a moody bitch.” The printing press had been the death of him. With access to books, he found a newer, better way to escape the world around him.

 

“The well was a bit of a change for me too,” he let slip. “I didn't find the..most famous part ...of Ibiza as entertaining as I thought it would be.”

 

With that Akane cocked an eyebrow of her own. The heavens were surely going to crash to the ground now. Mr. Valentino wasn't interested in getting laid? Ibiza was just like Daytona Beach. If you didn't get laid at Spring Break, something was seriously wrong. “Have you turned gay?” she asked, eying him suspiciously.

 

“No.” Sesshoumaru answered firmly, cutting another piece of meat and popping it in his mouth. This conversation had been perfect. No more erection now. He focused on the taste of the sausage, enjoying the spices over his tongue. When that swallow was done, he drank some ice water and started to eat the round slices of skillet potatoes, which he had covered lightly with curry catchup.

 

The female demon set her own fork down. Something about this whole conversation just wasn't right. Shinobi-go-seek was fading down the drain. She uncrossed her legs and “accidentally” hit his legs as she recrossed them. “Oh...sorry.” As if she had really created a terrible faux-pas, she pushed the chair back a little and squirmed in her seat, pulling the towel out of itself so that the top of her breast showed and she quickly had to catch it back up. Being ungraceful on purpose was fun. “Sorry...sorry..”

 

He acted more interested in his food, which he knew that she knew that he wasn't interested in at all. Carefully he stacked three pieces of potato on the fork and put them in his mouth. Then he tried to think about chopsticks. He failed.

 

“Um. Sesshoumaru?”

 

“Yes?”

 

“Do you trust me?”

 

He had not expected that at all. Taking his napkin from his lap and slowly wiping his mouth, though he had no reason to, he pondered it for a minute. “Yes.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Because I love you.”

 

“You never trusted me before.”

 

“True,” he said, taking up the water glass and drinking for the small diversion of it. “But I think I trust you now.”

 

“Want to play a game?” she asked, kicking her foot under the table and taking a drink herself. Obviously he was interested. His little eyebrow was up and he had gotten very, very still. Just like a dog playing fetch. He was waiting for the ball to get thrown. “I say, we play a little game of truth or dare.”

 

“I don't think so.” His whole body language changed. He didn't want that ball.

 

“Yep. I think so,” Akane stood from the table. “If you want me back, you're gonna have to play my game.”

 

Sesshoumaru didn't find this funny at all.