InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Day to Play ❯ Come Out and Play ( Chapter 11 )

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Chapter 11

 

Come Out and Play

 

 

 

 

"Tha fels sssooo good, Ssess," slurred Inuyasha, eyes closed, head tipped back.

 

Except for the quiet splash of a small waterfall, silence allowed him to bask in Sesshoumaru's attentions. Warmth crept over his skin until he was all but submerged, his body supported in the small of his back by Sesshoumaru's large left hand. Long, elegant, claw-tipped fingers combed through his white mane and carefully caressed the dirt and blood from his body, loving him in a most gentle fashion as they did so.

 

The haze that had clouded his mind began to lift. No, it wasn't the same Sesshoumaru that had tried to kill him just a little while ago. He was safe, basking in comfortable contentment. A lazy smile softened his features with a child-like quality, much more attractive than his usual scowl.

 

Trust. Such trust was not lost on Sesshoumaru. He saw it there and knew it was real. Inuyasha finally seemed to trust him without reservation. Was it an affect of the intoxication? At the moment, the cause was of no consequence. As he savored the feel of his mate's satin water-slicked skin, the muscles beneath soft and pliable in his massaging hands, Sesshoumaru was content to believe it was real.

 

The gashes in Inuyasha's abdomen and left arm had begun to heal, but being a hanyou, it would take much longer than was necessary for a full-blooded youkai. Without warning, Sesshoumaru lifted Inuyasha's left arm to his lips.

 

"Ah!" the floating figure yelped, eyes flying wide at the burning sensation inching its way across his left arm.

 

"Wadja do that for?!" asked Inuyasha, surprised that his body was coming out of weightlessness and his mind waking from of its stupor.

 

"To heal you, mate," murmured Sesshoumaru against Inuyasha's skin.

 

"I'm fine!" protested Inuyasha as he pushed against Sesshoumaru.

 

Exhaustion from that one attempt to shove the sudden pain away caused Inuyasha to flop back into the water. His mate refused to relent, sinking the burn into delicious warmth that relaxed the hanyou once again. Though his mind was slowly clearing, Inuyasha could only flinch at the first searing burn. It seemed his body didn't want to cooperate.

 

Sesshoumaru lifted Inuyasha's abdomen to the surface of the water. The tender lapping of Sesshoumaru's tongue continued long after the wound had healed. He wondered if his mate would always smell and taste of the forest trees, so green and fresh. Allowing Inuyasha the opportunity to recover in relative ease, Sesshoumaru stroked along his mate's body and continued to lathe the heated skin that was flushed with Sesshoumaru's intoxicating blood. Lifting Inuyasha a bit more out of the water, he traveled up the rib cage beginning to skate his lips and cheeks, as well as his tongue, along the sensitive ticklish area.

 

“That tickles,” said Inuyasha, shivering. He seemed to have brought his enunciation somewhat under control.

 

Goose bumps prickled Inuyasha's skin, so Sesshoumaru dipped him beneath the surface of the water, warming his little brother by running his hand all over the young man's body. He couldn't help himself when he hand paused over the pebbles of Inuyasha's nipples. His fingertips lazily played over the tiny buds then finally flicked one. A gasp was music to his ears and he looked to Inuyasha's face and found his mate's eyes were closed and his lips slightly parted.

 

Inuyasha felt warmth encircle his right nipple as the hardened tip of Sesshoumaru's tongue teased the pink bud. His body quivered as Sesshoumaru pulled the nipple between his teeth then suckled circling the pink nub with his tongue. Pleasant warmth surged through his body and settled in his groin. Finding the strength to reach up and fist his hands in Sesshoumaru's hair, Inuyasha tugged, begging for more. Sesshoumaru got the message and with renewed enthusiasm, sucked and nipped at the pink bud, relishing the arching and mewling of his mate. While moving to accost Inuyasha's left nipple, Sesshoumaru worked his right hand down Inuyasha's abdomen. A small gasp escaped Inuyasha's parted lips as he felt the warmth of Sesshoumaru's hand journey along his now stiffening member then cupping him to caress the bulge beneath.

 

Each twitching shiver, and every wanton moan, heightened Sesshoumaru's desire to taste and touch his mate. Small sounds of delight escaped his mate as his tongue and lips teased the skin of Inuyasha's collarbone, leaving it only to occupy himself with great attentiveness to the delicate skin of Inuyasha's neck. He would never be able to get enough of the taste and scent of his mate. Truly, he would roll in it like a dog, if only he could.

 

Flames licked throughout Inuyasha's quivering body, knotting the muscles in his abdomen as Sesshoumaru suckled, kissed, and licked his way up Inuyasha's neck, jaw line, and finally to his mouth.

 

“Mmmung,” groaned Inuyasha against the lips caressing his own.

 

Tipping his head, Inuyasha attempted to deepen the kiss, but Sesshoumaru would have none of it. He drew back, continuing to simply feather his lips against Inuyasha's, attempting to breathe his lover's breath. No matter how tempting it was to slide his tongue along those soft and silky petals, Sesshoumaru was nothing if not controlled. The quick jagged breaths of his lover fanned across his face, the crisp scent of the forest washing over him.

 

“Inuyasha,” whispered Sesshoumaru with only the desire to hear the name of the one he loved.

 

Sesshoumaru allowed his left hand to slide from the small of Inuyasha's back and to wrap under his shoulders while his right slid around Inuyasha's waist, lifting him from his prone position to stand. Inuyasha found himself gently lifted to a standing position without once losing the feel of Sesshoumaru's lips and warm breath. The embrace tightened, pulling him against Sesshoumaru. Inuyasha never opened his eyes, only felt his mate surround him. He suddenly found his lips devoured, his mouth plumbed as though Sesshoumaru was trying to climb inside of him. Their fluids mingled and Sesshoumaru drank as though dying of thirst as he suckled Inuyasha's tongue. Inuyasha could feel the heat boiling in his groin as his imagination ran wild, envisioning what it would feel like if Sesshoumaru's mouth was in a much more intimate area. Sesshoumaru pulled away, leaving Inuyasha to stand with eyes closed and lips still parted.

 

“Inuyasha?” whispered Sesshoumaru into Inuyasha's fuzzy ear before bathing the inner flap with his tongue.

 

“Y…yess?” moaned Inuyasha as Sesshoumaru coaxed flames of desire to race from his ears throughout his already burning body.

 

“Clean my hair,” said Sesshoumaru.

 

Talk about spoiling the moment! Inuyasha pulled away and frowned up at his mate. Sesshoumaru tried his best not to show his amusement at Inuyasha's intoxicated expression of disappointment. A rumbling growl rolled around in Inuyasha's chest as Sesshoumaru slid beneath the water and wrapped both arms around Inuyasha's waist.

 

“Ah!” exclaimed Inuyasha then moaned when he felt slick heat tighten around his throbbing erection.

 

If this was his reward for cleaning Sesshoumaru's hair, Inuyasha was more than happy to oblige. Tension built in his abdomen as he combed his claws through Sesshoumaru's silky mane. Trembling at the slow stroking of his mate's hot mouth, he groaned and rocked his hips forward with urgency, begging for more, wanting the motions harder and faster.

 

From Sesshoumaru's perspective, the water felt as though it, along with the two lover's fervid excitement, were simmering around him, seeping into the pores of his skin. His hands clasped the taut globes of Inuyasha's ass, claws digging in as he pulled Inuyasha deeper into his throat. He could feel the blood coursing through Inuyasha's shaft as the length throbbed against the walls of his mouth and throat. There was nothing comparable to the delectable taste of his mate's salty passion and nothing as arousing as giving him excitement to such a degree. Sadly, he would need to come up for air sometime, and as he did, he licked and nipped Inuyasha's belly, hips, and abdomen. He didn't stop there. No, he continued on. If he were ever going to drown, it would be in the heart, soul, and flesh of his mate, his lover; Inuyasha.

 

Inuyasha felt his legs giving way to the rapture of Sesshoumaru's tender and passionate loving touches. It was as though Sesshoumaru not only caressed his skin, but his soul. Inuyasha not only felt his lover caressing with palms, fingers, lips, mouth, and tongue, but also with cheeks, ears, neck, claws and the backs of hands. Every part of Sesshoumaru seemed to caress him.

 

Nothing was left untouched as Sesshoumaru indulged himself in the freedom of this newly won relationship with his mate. He caressed every inch of Inuyasha's smooth skin as he slid up his lover's body while it was heated by his own insatiable desire. With his face once again buried in Inuyasha's abdomen, he brushed his fingers across the plane of Inuyasha's chest, refusing the chance to tease the hardened nipples. He swirled his tongue around the pink orbs, nibbled with his teeth, and tugged with his lips. How sweet was the sound of his lover's moans? They made him ache; ache to be joined with Inuyasha in every possible way. His throat was thick with unspoken desire. Inuyasha may have been intoxicated with Sesshoumaru's blood, but Sesshoumaru was simply intoxicated with the presence of his trusting mate.

 

Inuyasha fell limp in Sesshoumaru's wandering hands, eyes closed, no breathing discernable. Sesshoumaru tightly clutched his mate. He had meant to love Inuyasha, but not quite into oblivion. Perhaps the rush was too much for the drunken hanyou. The young man had passed out and was deep within the clutches of unconsciousness. Sesshoumaru sighed in frustrated disappointment. With Inuyasha's head cradled in the nook between his neck and shoulder, Sesshoumaru slid his left arm beneath Inuyasha and his right around Inuyasha's upper torso the carried him to a sun-warmed patch of grass. It was soft and inviting, and though his desire burned through him, he would not dare take his mate in this condition. After the traumatizing events of the afternoon, even Sesshoumaru felt the need to rest. Continuing to keep Inuyasha in his embrace and clutching his mate with his right leg and arms entwined around Inuyasha, he laid down in the grass and fell into an uneasy slumber.

 

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The fire neko swooped over the spring with Ken'Ichi and Izayoi astride her back. It wasn't difficult for Kilala to sniff out the couple, considering how heavily the scent of blood permeated the path leading to the spring. The scent wasn't lost on the children of the two dog demons either.

 

“I was so scared, Ken'Ichi. What do you think happened?” asked Izayoi in a hushed whisper.

 

“I think they got into a really bad fight. Didn't you smell the anger?” whispered Ken'Ichi as they both now stared at their sleeping parents.

 

“Yeah, but they've never had a fight like this.”

 

“I know, but they look okay now,” Ken'Ichi replied.

 

Ken'Ichi noticed Izayoi sniffing the air and followed suit observing the scent of contentment. It went a long way in quelling their fears.

 

“I think everything will be alright now. We should go,” Izayoi whispered.

 

Ken'Ichi nodded into her shoulder as he held her from behind.

 

“Let's go home, Kilala,” he instructed the giant fire neko.

 

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Inuyasha awoke to the warmth of Sesshoumaru draped over him. He could have sworn he smelled the scent of his children carried on a breeze. Perhaps it was a dream. Right now, he found his mate's breathe more alluring than the fleeting scents of his children. Breathing deep the scent, he tipped his head up and trailed the tip of his nose from one side of Sesshoumaru's nose and down the other. Contentment graced the features of the sleeping, aloof Lord of the Western Lands. There were no pretenses, no facades, nor forced arrogance. He was elegant and beautiful. Inuyasha placed a fingertip to Sesshoumaru's cheek and traced the lavender markings then trailed over one eyebrow, down the ridge of the nose to those smooth, tantalizing pink lips. He couldn't help himself. Sesshoumaru's slightly parted lips were too inviting. Inuyasha licked his lips before barely touching them to Sesshoumaru's then stayed motionless to savor the softness.

 

He pulled back simply to gaze on the regal visage of his mate. Still feeling a bit giddy, Inuyasha had a bit of difficulty extricating himself from Sesshoumaru's hold, but he managed it. Turning his face up to the sun, Inuyasha carefully stood with eyes closed with his long white mane trailing out behind him in the breeze.

 

`Everything is going to be alright now,' he thought, looking back down at the long, lean, and lithe figure of his naked lover.

 

Scanning the area and simply enjoying the view, feeling as though a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders, he felt content. He stretched under the rays of the sun, his long, white mane falling down his back, his ears flexing to warm them. The spring smelled fresh to his sensitive nose and the small waterfall sparkled under the sun, like a shimmering curtain of diamond dust.

 

His heart,freed from the chains of the past and the small remaining effects of his intoxication, urged him to explore the shore of the spring and to indulge his curiosity with the small things; pebbles, stray sticks, boulders, anything to keep him occupied while his mate slept. The challenge of the boulders became too inviting. He flexed his muscles, waking them as he bound from one boulder to another. With each leap, corded muscles rippled under his skin.

 

“Oh, yeah,” he smiled, spying a perfect branch high within an old tree.

 

It gave him a perfect view of Sesshoumaru. He sat with his right knee pulled up under his chin and the left the other swinging back and forth from his perch on the branch. Sesshoumaru's skin was white flawless porcelain. Wisps of that near ankle length, silver hair was sparsely strung around slightly bent long elegant legs. His lengthy, slender curved torso belied his strength. Inuyasha drank up the vision of his mate.

 

“My Sesshoumaru, so persistent and demanding, so aloof, so perfect, such an arrogant bastard…I love you,” murmured Inuyasha.

 

It was difficult for Sesshoumaru to hide his smile at the hanyou's uncharacteristically gentle words. He had awakened to lack of warmth from his lover. Inuyasha's scent had been distant, so his eyes had secretly sought out his mate as Inuyasha had playfully leapt around the spring. It was obvious that there had been a significant change in his lover.

 

Sesshoumaru knew that Inuyasha's ears were nearly as sensitive as his own.

 

“I love you too,” replied Sesshoumaru in less than a whisper, his lips barely moving and his eyes still closed.

 

Inuyasha's eyes widened with surprise. He thought Sesshoumaru was still asleep. A grin slowly spread across his face as he let the leg that was pulled up under his chin fall and swing with the other.

 

Sesshoumaru opened his eyes propping himself up on his right elbow turning his gaze up to Inuyasha.

 

“Come down, my mate,” whispered Sesshoumaru, lifting his left hand to tease Inuyasha by sensually trailing his tongue up his index finger.

 

“Come and get me,” called Inuyasha, jumping in the opposite direction of his mate.

 

`How childish,' Sesshoumaru mused as he watched his mate playfully bound away.

 

From atop a boulder, Inuyasha turned. He was giving his mate a sly grin as he pretended to stretch, showing off his sinewy muscles. He was not near as tall as Sesshoumaru, but his physique was that of the best athlete. Sesshoumaru admired his strength, agility, and speed. Inuyasha posed for his mate; legs spread, hands on his hips, shoulders thrown back, thick, white hair cascading down his back and chest. He teased Sesshoumaru, flicking and tensing his ears, knowing that his mate found them rather erotic.

 

`Ah, he is still under the effects of my blood,' Sesshoumaru surmised with a smirk. `I will indulge him.'

 

Inuyasha's chest swelled as Sesshoumaru rose and sauntered toward him.

 

“Ha! You'll never catch me like that,” Inuyasha quipped before he jumped from one boulder to another.

 

With his usual grace, Sesshoumaru lifted himself from the ground and made his way toward his mate, but always curbing his speed. Inuyasha was having fun and Sesshoumaru was in no hurry to quash his mate's playful demeanor. He was acting like a carefree, overgrown pup, something Sesshoumaru had never before seen. It pleased him to see his mate happy.

 

"You're no fun, Sess," complained Inuyasha. "Come on. Play with me," he called with grin and did a back flip from a boulder, disappearing from view next to the waterfall.

 

'Perhaps I should make this more difficult,' thought Sesshoumaru, wanting to prolong his mate's delight.

 

Thinking to pounce on Inuyasha, Sesshoumaru dropped hard on the other side of the boulder only to find Inuyasha had disappeared.

 

"Where is my little hanyou," Sesshoumaru taunted with a smirk.

 

'Hanyou!' grunted Inuyasha from behind the waterfall. 'You'll pay for that, mate!' he thought leaping out, arms spread wide to catch Sesshoumaru.

 

"Ah, my mate. There you are," Sesshoumaru cooed from the distance he had abruptly put between him and Inuyasha. Now things were getting interesting.

 

Frustration showed in Inuyasha's countenance. Sesshoumaru was just too fast. The tables were turned as Inuyasha leapt once again. Sesshoumaru's chuckle flowed along Inuyasha's skin like warmed oil. How often did he make the stoic lord laugh? Almost never. Even though Inuyasha had failed in his attempt to catch Sesshoumaru, he was please at rolling laughter now coming from the all too serious Lord of the Western Lands. Nevertheless, his frustration from not being able to catch his mate spilled out of his mind and body.

 

"That's not fair, Sessy. No more flying. Let's make this even. What do you say?"

 

Inuyasha did have a point. He couldn't get close unless Sesshoumaru limited himself to the ground.

 

"Agreed, my mate," said Sesshoumaru with uncharacteristic softness, almost a whisper.

 

Sesshoumaru turned, giving Inuyasha a glance as he took off toward the far end of the spring, keeping his pace just slow enough for Inuyasha to feel as though he were close to reaching his goal.

 

"What's the matter, mate? Having difficulty?" smirked Sesshoumaru.

 

In typical Inuyasha fashion, his renewed frustration gave him the strength needed to reach Sesshoumaru. In a streaking blur, Inuyasha took them both to the ground with Inuyasha landing on top of Sesshoumaru.

 

"On rare occasion, you amaze me, Inuyasha," rasped Sesshoumaru once he was able to breathe again.

 

"You underestimate me," mocked Inuyasha, using Sesshoumaru's oft repeated words.

 

The strong, reassuring beat of Sesshoumaru's heart thudded beneath Inuyasha's cheek. Not quite touching the skin, Inuyasha's hands floated up Sesshoumaru's arms allowing the heat to tantalize and leave Sesshoumaru yearning for his touch. He smiled as the rise and fall of Sesshoumaru's chest quickened. Lifting up on his forearms, he did the same with his lips, passing over Sesshoumaru's chest, breathing heat through parted lips just over the pink nubs of Sesshoumaru's nipples. He played his breath along Sesshoumaru's abdomen as he slid downward on his trek to more sensitive areas and relished the quivering of Sesshoumaru's muscles.

 

"Inuyasha," moaned Sesshoumaru at the new sensations that gave rise to a keen hunger for contact with his lover's skin.

 

Burning desire turned the darkness behind Sesshoumaru's closed eyelids red with heat. Unable to restrain himself, he reached down and cupped Inuyasha's ears. The breath feathering along his skin quickened as he massaged and stroked the delicate flaps. He ran his thumbs up the smooth inside while his fingers kneaded the furry outside. Inuyasha's growl thrummed through Sesshoumaru's abdomen and tightened the sinewy muscles like the string of a bow.

 

"Ah!" gasped the surprised Sesshoumaru as Inuyasha grasped his hips. Finally, touch; strong and hot. Sesshoumaru's hips bucked up in wanton passion as his hands squeezed Inuyasha's ears.

 

Inuyasha clenched his eyes shut and whimpered in pain. "Let go," he mumbled. "Let go."

 

Sesshoumaru let his hands fall away to the ground and dug his claws into the soft, grass-covered earth as he felt slick, wet warmth trail a slow and torturous path up along his hardened shaft. He quivered beneath the attention his mate lavished on him.

 

“Nng,” moaned Sesshoumaru as Inuyasha's tongue swirled around the tip of his hard swollen member.

 

He could feel the heat burning his ears and the blood swelling the skin of his face. Even his throat felt heavy and thick with desire. He ached for his mate and had to touch that delectable skin. Reaching up, Sesshoumaru caressed Inuyasha's shoulders then moved to tangle his claws in the thick, white mane. Tentatively, he caressed Inuyasha's ears with his fingertips. Instead of pushing him away, Inuyasha moaned and slid his mouth over Sesshoumaru's shaft, taking it deep within his throat. Sesshoumaru had learned his lesson. His hips bucked involuntarily, but the fingers caressing Inuyasha's ears remained gentle.

 

It was all pleasure, feeling his mate writhe beneath him. Inuyasha felt like a kid with a new toy. Everything was new. Everything was different; better. He wanted to show Sesshoumaru how much he loved him, but at the same time, he simply wanted to have fun. He sucked hard, torturing his lover by barely inching his way up Sesshoumaru's shaft as his tongue played on the underside. The suction broke when he smiled in amusement as Sesshoumaru tried to bury himself back into the hot confines of his mouth, but Inuyasha held Sesshoumaru's hips firmly to the ground. Inuyasha's own erection twitched at Sesshoumaru's moan when he dove back down, swallowing Sesshoumaru's full length. Except for the swallowing motion of the walls of his throat, Inuyasha stayed in place with Sesshoumaru buried deep as he savored the feel of his lover inside of his mouth. He pressed down on one of Sesshoumaru's hips, signaling him to stay while he moved his hand away to cup the hardened bulges beneath Sesshoumaru's shaft. His own juices flowed from his erection as his mate moaned and quivered beneath his kneading hand. Then a very naughty idea crept into this mind.

 

Pulling up the length of Sesshoumaru's stiff, silk-skinned member, Inuyasha continued his massage then dove back down. Again and again, he pleasured his mate. Sesshoumaru gasped when the heat of Inuyasha's mouth left him. He hadn't expected what came next. Inuyasha's tongue swirled around the tip of his shaft, through the slit then trailed down the length. Soft satin lips tugged at the skin. Sesshoumaru felt as if his body would split open if he didn't find release soon. His mate was taking much too long to give him what he needed.

 

“Inuyasha!” gasped Sesshoumaru when he felt slick wet heat bathing the sacs at the bottom of his shaft.

 

Inuyasha's tongue played as he brought his hands down to massage Sesshoumaru's inner thighs.

 

`Now, as long as he doesn't kill me…' thought Inuyasha before he put his plan into motion. He let his tongue slide along the bottom curve of the bulging masses then carefully lower and lower then lower still.

 

“No!” commanded a shocked Sesshoumaru as he scuttled away from his brother.

 

“Aw, come on, Sess. You know I like it when you do it to me,” complained Inuyasha.

 

“No one has ever touched me there and no one ever will, Inuyasha,” scowled Sesshoumaru, scorching Inuyasha with his glare.

 

Like a panther stalking its prey, Inuyasha inched his way toward Sesshoumaru, his rolling corded muscles teasing his mate, thick, long, white hair cascading over his back and shoulders to drag the ground, his heated gaze meant to burn through Sesshoumaru's blood.

 

“It feels so good, Sess. It really does. Let me show you,” murmured Inuyasha with a wicked, golden-eyed stare.

 

“Never,” growled Sesshoumaru in warning.

 

`Okay, that approach isn't working,' thought Inuyasha as he devised another plan.

 

Sesshoumaru didn't shy away when Inuyasha reached out to touch his leg.

 

`He has never tried to do this before. Why now?' wondered Sesshoumaru, curious at his mate's aggressiveness. `This intoxication of his had better dissipate before I am forced to injure him.'

 

Inuyasha sat back on his knees and dropped his head so that his face was covered by his wild, untamed bangs. He allowed his ears to droop.

 

“Please, Sess. I want you to know how good you make me feel. Please,” pouted the pleading hanyou.

 

Staring at Inuyasha in disbelief, Sesshoumaru could not believe that it meant that much to Inuyasha. All the playfulness seemed to disappear from Inuyasha's body and Sesshoumaru wasn't sure what to do. His mate seemed crestfallen. Sesshoumaru was confused, an emotion he didn't quite know how to handle.

 

`He wants something I've never been willing to give. But if I don't…' thought Sesshoumaru noticing Inuyasha's softening erection and droopy ears. Pulling his legs beneath him and sitting up in front of Inuyasha, Sesshoumaru drew Inuyasha's head into his chest and began kneading the sad, puppy-like ears.

 

“Okay, but only that, no more,” whispered a beaten Sesshoumaru.

 

A smirk crept across Inuyasha's hidden features and he kept it hidden as his ears strained to perk up into Sesshoumaru's caressing fingers. Noticing the change, Sesshoumaru tugged Inuyasha's head back enough to lean his face into Inuyasha's left ear. The body leaning into Sesshoumaru quivered as Sesshoumaru's tongue lathed the inside of his mate's ear. Immediately, the ear flushed with the blood of excitement. Sesshoumaru kneaded both ears for a moment before lathing the inside of the right ear. Inuyasha melted against Sesshoumaru as his breath caught and his chest filled with rumbling desire.

 

“More, Sess, more,” rasped Inuyasha.

 

Sesshoumaru wrapped an arm around the small of Inuyasha's back and cuddled him up into his lap. Inuyasha's chest vibrated with delirious mewls of pleasure as he luxuriated in the attentions of his mate. Soft nips skated along the edges of his ears followed by the sensuous soothing of a slick, wet tongue and satin lips. That long tongue darted out nimbly to trace swirling patterns on the sensitive, blood-engorged skin of the inner flap. Mewls turned to growls when Sesshoumaru attacked Inuyasha's right ear, drawing it into his mouth and scorching it with his ever diligent and enthusiastic tongue.

 

Inuyasha thought he would go insane. Breath failed him as his body fought the intensity of the sensations and as his erection begged for attention. Sesshoumaru tangled his hands in the hair on either side of Inuyasha's head, holding his mate still as he tortured and teased.

 

“Ah!” screamed Inuyasha as he writhed beneath the onslaught against his left ear.

 

Sesshoumaru kept a tight hold on Inuyasha's head as Inuyasha slid from his lap, leaving a trail of salty juices leaking from his neglected erection. No matter how much Inuyasha struggled, Sesshoumaru wouldn't release him. His flesh burned and his body ached to the point he couldn't breathe. Tears brimmed in his eyes. It was too much. His mate knew his weakness and took full advantage, most likely, attempting to distract Inuyasha from his intentions.

 

“Stop it!” gasped Inuyasha as his body slumped into the ground, Sesshoumaru following him, refusing to release the ear.

 

“Enough, Sess, enough,” panted the hanyou.

 

Sesshoumaru regretfully relinquished the ear and untangled his fingers from Inuyasha's hair. Nothing excited him more than making his mate writhe beneath him, begging for more or for release. It was, simply put, exquisite; the purring moans, the friction of Inuyasha's skin sliding along his in an attempt to escape the torture, the cries for release, the bucking hips pleading for attention.

 

Inuyasha lay panting for breath, trying to clear his blurred vision.

 

“Nng,” groaned the delirious hanyou as he found his throbbing erection surrounded by Sesshoumaru's slick wet heat. His hips bucked upward, welcoming the burning lips that surrounded his swollen member. He wanted release, but not yet, not yet. He had to stop Sesshoumaru, somehow.

 

“Uung,” groaned Inuyasha as Sesshoumaru suckled him and brought him near the brink of oblivion.

 

“No, no…” whimpered Inuyasha, finding it near impossible to draw away from his lover. He shoved at Sesshoumaru's shoulders and pushed with his feet, only to bury his shaft deeper into Sesshoumaru's throat.

 

“No, please, not yet, please,” he begged.

 

Sesshoumaru knew that Inuyasha's plea meant that he was on the verge of release, though he didn't need Inuyasha to tell him. He could feel the rush of blood flowing through the throbbing shaft, could taste the coming explosion and wanted to feel Inuyasha's body go rigid and lurch into him with his name ripping the air. Nevertheless, he relented with a sigh and sat up to gaze at crimson tinged cheeks. The flushed skin of his lover's body lay in the lush grass, the long white mane haphazardly spilled over the ground, the heaving chest, and glazed over eyes blinking away the haze. All this pleased Sesshoumaru to no end.

 

After Sesshoumaru had drawn away, the intensity of the desire flaming through Inuyasha's veins nearly pained him into curling up into a fetal position. However, Inuyasha had a new mission to complete. He gazed up at his lover through the haze of lust.

 

“You…you said I could, Sess,” Inuyasha whispered through labored pants.

 

“I know, mate,” sighed a very displeased Sesshoumaru.

 

`What is this that stops me from allowing Inuyasha to take what he wants so desperately? Pride? No. Fear? No, but something similar.'

 

Sesshoumaru searched for the word to describe what he was feeling in hopes of overcoming the hurdle to accepting his mate's desire. Then it hit him. Embarrassment. Such a trivial emotion, and completely unsuitable to the Lord of the West.

 

“What's wrong?” asked a concerned Inuyasha.

 

Sesshoumaru turned from his thoughts to see Inuyasha's face an inch from his own.

 

“Nothing,” he asserted, determined to defeat this disgusting emotion.

 

Inuyasha could sense Sesshoumaru's unease. It was obvious that his mate didn't want to let him do this pleasurable thing, but Inuyasha was nothing if not determined. Sesshoumaru would know the pleasure that he had many times bestowed on Inuyasha. Gazing intently into Sesshoumaru's eyes, Inuyasha gently shoved at Sesshoumaru's shoulders until they both lay on the ground, Inuyasha astride his mate. He breathed his hot breath against Sesshoumaru's lips before caressing them with his own. Ever so tenderly, his tongue skated along the satin of Sesshoumaru's lips.

 

“Sesshoumaru,” murmured Inuyasha. “My Sesshoumaru, I love you.”

 

Tension seeped from Sesshoumaru as Inuyasha ran his tongue along the inner fold of Sesshoumaru's bottom lip. His lips parted, giving Inuyasha access to his heated confines. Moans escaped him with the slow and gentle dance of Inuyasha's tongue. The kiss gradually turned into a struggle for dominance when Sesshoumaru forgot Inuyasha's original intention. Inuyasha ground his hardened, dripping arousal into Sesshoumaru's abdomen, bringing with it the heat of lust.

 

With a gasp, Inuyasha broke the kiss and slid his lips and tongue down to devour Sesshoumaru's jaw, ear, neck, and collarbone.

 

“Yasha,” panted Sesshoumaru, his pet name for his lover, but only in the privacy of their passionate trysts.

 

Inuyasha's heart swelled against his chest and the lips nipping at Sesshoumaru's collarbone smiled. His efforts were rewarded in the best possible way. A soft gasping moan had drifted into his ears. Gripping the sides of Sesshoumaru's chest, Inuyasha lathed the planes with his tongue, nipping and suckling as he went. Taking his time, he eventually reached the already hardened bud of Sesshoumaru's right nipple and tugged it with his teeth while flicking his tongue back and forth across it. Determined, he continued until he could hear the rumble in Sesshoumaru's chest before warming it with his lips. Blazing a path with his tongue to the left nipple, Inuyasha attacked it with as much force and fury as Sesshoumaru had his ears. However long it may take, Inuyasha was willing to spend it building intense, blinding pleasure in his mate. Only that would satisfy him and only that would allow Sesshoumaru to accept what Inuyasha was planning to do.

 

“Mmm,” hummed Inuyasha along Sesshoumaru's abdomen as he made his way to the tip of Sesshoumaru's now throbbing member.

 

He could feel the heaving of rigid muscles beneath him, signaling that his mate was nearly ready. Swirling his tongue around the weeping tip of Sesshoumaru's hardened, throbbing length, Inuyasha carefully caressed the shaft with his long clawed fingers then gripped it and stroked as he took Sesshoumaru into his mouth and savored the salty juices.

 

“Mmm,” moaned Inuyasha again, relishing taking Sesshoumaru completely into his throat. He did not realize how the sound of his humming vibrated down Sesshoumaru's shaft and spread wanton flames of desire through Sesshoumaru's veins.

 

A jagged growling moan escaped Sesshoumaru as his abdomen jolted and yanked his hips up. With his mind swimming in exquisite bliss, Sesshoumaru forgot all reservations when Inuyasha's mouth left his throbbing member. He still stroked it with his hand, but his tongue trailed back down to lick the tight sacs beneath. Inuyasha suckled and licked without forgetting the sensitive junction of his mate's thighs. Sesshoumaru lost all control when Inuyasha gave him the tongue-lashing of his life.

 

Spreading Sesshoumaru's hips as wide as possible and holding them down, Inuyasha gazed up at his lover's face and saw his head thrown back and his entire torso tense and quivering. Now was the time. Inuyasha tentatively dipped his tongue further down. There was no protest from his mate, encouraging him to continue further until he reached the prize.

 

“Aaii!” cried Sesshoumaru when Inuyasha's tongue played around the tight entrance to his secret confines.

 

Sudden realization hit Sesshoumaru. His mate was touching his most private area and it felt…erotic, sensual. It felt good. Fortunately, the impending embarrassment did not rear its ugly head. Sesshoumaru melted into his mate's touch, enjoying the tingling, relaxing sensations his mate and lover provided.

 

Inuyasha swirled his tongue around the tight ring, gently prodding to loosen the muscle. His mate gave him better access by spreading his legs even further apart. Inuyasha smiled in contentment and relaxed into his mate, all his concentration on that one sensitive area while his right hand stroked Sesshoumaru's throbbing, juice-slicked shaft. His fingers occasionally kneaded the tip, drawing gasps from his partner.

 

Sesshoumaru truly ached, for what he did not know. His body acted on its own and sought out the fulfillment of its desire by writhing to meet Inuyasha's sensuous manipulations. Molten flames shot through his veins when Inuyasha carefully inserted a finger into his hot, constricting confines. Now he knew what he longed for. It was that filling pressure provided by the finger that had gently entered his body. His body muscles quaked and his breath caught when Inuyasha's finger caressed that one spot that Sesshoumaru never knew existed within himself. Oh, he knew it was there for Inuyasha, but had never dreamed that it would be there for him.

 

“Please,” Sesshoumaru rasped, clueless about what he was asking. “Please.”

 

Inuyasha had what he wanted. With a smirk, he withdrew his finger and heard Sesshoumaru take in a sharp breath.

 

“As you wish, mate of mine,” cooed Inuyasha then he carefully crawled up the length of Sesshoumaru's body like a cat stalking its prey.

 

The weight and warmth of Inuyasha's body settling on him was soothing…until he felt it. He half-heartedly tried pulling away from the object nudging his tight entrance.

 

“No.” gasped Sesshoumaru.

 

“Why not?” questioned the hanyou, putting as much innocence as possible into his voice.

 

“I told you. You could only have as much as you requested,” moaned Sesshoumaru, not at all sure that he didn't want what Inuyasha was offering.

 

“Come on, Sess. You know it has felt good up until now. Trust me,” insisted the sly hanyou. Inuyasha nudged a bit harder and shuddered in his longing to be inside his mate. The ache was tremendous.

 

“Please, Sess,” Inuyasha pleaded, begging with those large, golden orbs that flared with blazing lust.

 

Sesshoumaru gazed up at his mate and considered the incessant prodding that had caused him to want more. Could it really be so bad? After all, if Inuyasha could handle it, there was no reason why he couldn't. Hesitantly, Sesshoumaru nodded his consent. A grin plastered Inuyasha's face before he leaned down and attacked Sesshoumaru's nipples with enthusiasm.

 

“Thank you. Thank you, Sess,” murmured Inuyasha as he gripped Sesshoumaru's sides and carefully began the descent into his lover.

 

A gasp escaped Sesshoumaru and his breath came in pants as he quivered beneath Inuyasha. Spreading his legs even wider in order to ease some of the pressure, if that were possible, he brought them up alongside Inuyasha.

 

“Nng,” a relieved Inuyasha moaned into his mate's chest when he felt his aching member slide through that constricting ring into Sesshoumaru's entrance. His shaft was gripped by tight, burning heat and he didn't know if he could stand to give Sesshoumaru time to adjust to the intrusion. He ached for that friction that would sate his need. Sweat beaded on his skin as he waited. Sesshoumaru's eyes were squeezed shut, his jaws clenched, breathing labored. Inuyasha continued to patiently wait while resting his cheek against Sesshoumaru's chest. It was one of the hardest things he'd ever done. In order to distract himself and comfort his mate, he trailed his right hand down the side of Sesshoumaru's ribcage then slightly lifted himself with his left arm. His right hand found its way to his lover's swollen, neglected member. Wrapping his hand around it, he began slow strokes matching the small movement with which he now tantalized his mate.

 

Only now did Sesshoumaru realize what his body had been trying to tell him. The pressure filling him began to dull the throbbing ache. He wanted, no, needed, Inuyasha to quench the bonfire shooting through his veins and to soothe the flames coursing along his skin.

 

“Yasha,” murmured Sesshoumaru as he shoved his groin upward into brother, his mate, his lover. Sesshoumaru brought his large hands around to grip Inuyasha's hips and lifted Inuyasha's ass. Inuyasha groaned as Sesshoumaru guided him from the warm confines, but Sesshoumaru stopped just short of pulling him completely out. For a moment, Sesshoumaru just held him there, suspended, and he allowed it.

 

“Ah!” Inuyasha cried out, joined by his mate when Sesshoumaru tilted his own hips forward and plunged Inuyasha back down, fully sheathing that swollen shaft inside of his body.

 

“Sess,” flowed through Inuyasha's swollen, blood-engorged lips. The name came on a jagged breath as his body quivered uncontrollably.

 

Again, Sesshoumaru lifted and plunged until Inuyasha pushed his hands away and kept the motion going on his own. Needing something to keep his hands busy, Sesshoumaru reached out and kneaded Inuyasha's ears while Inuyasha gently thrust in and out of him at a slow meandering pace, stroking that sweet bundle of nerves that brought such pleasure that Sesshoumaru could have sworn his body was floating. However, Inuyasha's languid pace only built the fire of his passion. It was sheer and utter torture and Sesshoumaru loved every second of it. Also, the mewling groans issuing out of Inuyasha succeeded in driving Sesshoumaru to new and ever increasing heights of desire.

 

Neither of the lovers had experienced this, making it all the more exciting. Their bodies glided against each other, slicked by perspiration, until Inuyasha lifted Sesshoumaru's legs over his shoulders and sat upright. Now that oh so sensitive spot within Sesshoumaru's tight passage was easily accessible to the giddy hanyou. He began a steady pace, not completely filling Sesshoumaru with each thrust, but stroking that sweet spot nonetheless. Inuyasha reached around Sesshoumaru's legs and with both hands gripped his lover's shaft, creating a tight tunnel. That was when he began pumping Sesshoumaru in earnest.

 

The double sensations were overwhelming and Sesshoumaru lifted his hips to Inuyasha, begging for release as he dropped his hands from Inuyasha's ears and dug his claws into the soft earth, raking up dirt and grass as he threw his head back and howled in the unbreakable bond of passion.

 

“Yasha, please,” moaned Sesshoumaru.

 

“Beg, O mighty one,” chuckled Inuyasha through pants.

 

“Never,” resisted the aloof lord.

 

Inuyasha froze.

 

“Beg,” he whispered, restraining his movements within Sesshoumaru.

 

Sesshoumaru writhed in attempts to get more friction on his own, but Inuyasha had his legs trapped under strong arms.

 

“Beg,” insisted Inuyasha.

 

Sesshoumaru whimpered in protest as Inuyasha scraped by that sensitive spot.

 

“Give me release, Inuyasha, now,” demanded the Lord of the Western Lands.

 

That was the closest thing to begging that Inuyasha would get from his mate and so, was content with it. He drew back and thrust hard and strong into his mate, then again and again, harder and faster. Sesshoumaru could feel his abdomen curl in upon itself, anticipating his release. Lost in their passion, their bodies slammed together at a frenzied pace as they sought that point where only blinding ecstasy existed. Inuyasha pinned his ears back against his head as he felt the blood coursing through Sesshoumaru's member signal the near completion of their journey. The hands gripping Sesshoumaru's erection tightened their hold. The time was now.

 

“Yasha!” Sesshoumaru screamed when his shaft throbbed in Inuyasha's hands and his hot juices sprayed over Inuyasha's fingers and out over his own abdomen.

 

“Sess,” rasped a passion-crazed Inuyasha. Inuyasha was finally experiencing what Sesshoumaru felt all those times they had made love. He lurched forward as the walls of Sesshoumaru's passage gripped him in an undulating final release. Joining his lover, Inuyasha set free his love for his mate and coated Sesshoumaru's gripping walls with his hot seed. Never before had their lovemaking been this intense. It wasn't just that this was a new experience, but that they were freed of the old burdens, free to truly be one with each other.

 

As their convulsing, shivering bodies expended their passion, Inuyasha collapsed on top of Sesshoumaru and occasionally ground his hips forward, extending their pleasure.

 

“Inuyasha,” panted Sesshoumaru. “I never knew.”

 

“Now you do, brother,” panted Inuyasha.

 

Inuyasha rolled away from Sesshoumaru and felt a breeze cool his wet skin. “Will you ever let me do it again?” asked Inuyasha, turning his face toward Sesshoumaru.

 

Sesshoumaru gave him a contented smile. “Yes.”

 

As his heart leapt, Inuyasha closed his eyes and smiled. Rolling to his side, Inuyasha draped his left arm across Sesshoumaru's abdomen and wrapped his left leg around Sesshoumaru's left leg.

 

`Pay back's a bitch,' thought the grinning, wicked little hanyou as he rubbed circles on his mate's belly.

 

 

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Disclaimer

 

Inuyasha and all associated characters are owned by Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I do not own Inuyasha and make no profit from this story, nor do I intend to. My only goal is to occupy my demented mind with delusions of actually owning a life-sized, anatomically correct Sesshoumaru android to use and abuse at will.

 

 

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