InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Accidentally Funny ❯ Sesshoumaru Learns a Lesson ( Chapter 23 )
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By: kanna37 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 05.01.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 747 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Comedy | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 05.01.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 747 | Status: Work In Progress
Sesshoumaru Learns a Lesson
Kagome sighed a bit morosely, and watched, chin in hand, as Sesshoumaru once more pounded on his brother.
Ever since she'd managed to get that subduing collar on the daiyoukai, things had been stuck at an impasse – and Inuyasha was bearing the brunt of a very angered inu Lord's sexual frustration by getting beat anytime his brother's collar deflated his arousal.
Which was frequently.
She had been completely shocked as the days had gone by and it had become more and more apparent just how much of a hentai the inuyoukai was – it seemed that the collar was going off several times a day. That fact made her re-think certain things... like mating the guy. After all, she was a mere 'weak' human, and was very unsure she would be able to keep up with his obviously overactive libido.
This must be where the term 'horndog' came from. Maybe inuyoukai aren't as extinct in my time as I thought...
Finally, when it looked like Inuyasha was about to get intimately acquainted with the term 'boneless', Kagome intervened.
“Sesshoumaru, if you know what's good for you, you'll stop taking the consequences of your stubbornness out on your brother,” she warned, eyes narrowed.
She didn't flinch at all when reddened eyes turned on her, and a deafening snarl ripped through the area, simply meeting his gaze with a rather bored one of her own.
“Look, this is all your own fault. If you wanted a little bitch to run around falling all over herself to obey your every whim, then you shouldn't have chosen me. I'm not like these crazy, timid women in this era, and anyone with any sense knows that. So if you can't handle that, then maybe you need to take this ring back completely, and go find yourself someone more appropriate, because you sure as hell don't seem to be able to figure out how to get me to submit,” she finished, a hint of irritation in her voice.
Sesshoumaru's attention was arrested at her words, and for the first time since she'd stuck him with those blasted beads, he actually took in what she was saying.
Figure out how to get her to submit? There is a trick to this, then? Hnn.. he opened his hand and let his brother's now limp body fall to the ground as he stared at her thoughtfully. “There is a specific... way, to make you submit?” he asked, eyeing her suspiciously.
“Well,” she said dubiously as she thought about that word, “perhaps submit is a little strong. But there's certainly a way to get me to go along with you, and this-” she gestured at the ring sitting so innocently on her hand pointedly, “-is certainly not it. It's really not hard, Sesshoumaru,” she snickered at that double entendre, “if ordering me around isn't the way to get what you want, what's left?” With that, she turned and sauntered off, heading for Kaede's hut, leaving a deep in thought daiyoukai behind – and a deeply unconscious Inuyasha, as well.
Sesshoumaru kicked his brother absently once more as he wandered off. I wonder if father ever encountered such a problem with a female... and then he considered that, and shook his head. No, there's no way. Izayoi was just as submissive as any youkai female. She knew her place.
So why did I have to choose the one female guaranteed to cause me nothing but trouble?
And then he sighed. Because I would not be able to stand being stuck with a female that was little more interesting than a tatami mat – with a personality just as boring.
Shuddering at that thought, he turned his mind back to figuring out just what his little miko was trying to tell him.
~oOo~
Several days passed in that manner; Kagome watching with a gleeful smirk, Inuyasha cringing anytime his brother so much as breathed in his direction, and Sesshoumaru himself deep in thought – and occasionally absently punching his brother. Or clawing him.
Everyone else simply watched with interest to see if the Inuyoukai would figure the whole thing out.
Then one day, the group woke, and Sesshoumaru was gone – though Rin, and Jaken and Ah-Uhn were still there, no one knew where the Inu had gone – or when he would be returning.
“Feh, maybe he won't come back,” Inuyasha said, disgruntled – after all, he was still pretty black and blue from his brother's remorseless beatings. “But that would make me happy, so of course it won't happen,” he finished disgustedly.
“Shut it, Inuyasha,” Kagome said, her voice bored as she sat in front of Kaede's with her chin in her hand again. “We don't want to hear your whining.”
He looked over at her grumpily. “You don't seem all that worried that he won't come back.”
“Of course I'm not. I'm the one thing Sesshoumaru could never turn away from – a challenge.”
Miroku nodded wisely, framing his chin with one hand, he began to pontificate. “Indeed. The Western Lord is one who will never back away from a challenge. There's this, as well,” he said, “Sesshoumaru-sama would never allow a female to best him in any sort of battle. Even if it takes centuries, he'll always have the last word.”
Kagome thought about that for a while, and then nodded. “I suppose you're right. But I'm not the sort to back down, either, so I guess I'd better get used to fighting.” She sighed at the thought. “You know... maybe I'd have been better off marrying Inuyasha. At least that way, if he got too far out of hand, I could just sit him. He'd be easier to deal with... in some ways,” she said, a heavy irony in her voice as she flicked a glance at him.
“Keh! I ain't no weakling to back down to you, wench! We always fight, too!”
Before he could say anything more, Sesshoumaru strode into the middle of the group, knocking the ill-tempered hanyou over the head as he strolled by, heading for Kagome.
“You have been whipped for years, Inuyasha, and everyone knows it. Perhaps the miko should give the power of your kotodama over to Koga? I am sure he could find a use for it,” he said suggestively.
Everyone watched in glee as the half-inu took off towards the river with a disgusted shriek. “I'll find a way to get you for that, bastard!”
After a moment, Sesshoumaru turned back to look at Kagome. “As for you,” he said calmly, “I will make sure to punish you for that comment at a later date. You will not be mating anyone but myself, miko, despite your combative nature.”
Sputtering, Kagome narrowed her eyes at the daiyoukai, but before she could come up with something to say to that outrageous threat, she found herself commandeered by the perverted dog, and being hustled off into the woods. With one, final fulminating glare, she subsided, beginning to be curious about where he was taking her – and for what purpose.
Once they reached a spot that was out of the view of the group left behind, Sesshoumaru pulled Kagome into his side, and then folded them into his light orb. Before she could even inhale, they were landing, and a startled Kagome was staring at the piece of land he had gifted her – with one major difference.
There was a house in one corner of the meadow... the same corner that the previous owners had been attempting to build their palace.
She blinked, and then looked up at him. “Since that area was already torn up, I decided to have the house built there, so that it would not damage any more of the area,” he said, apparently understanding her glance.
“Oh,” she said blankly. “But... what's with the house, anyway? Don't you have a palace somewhere?”
He cocked a brow at her. “Of course. But this is a place strictly for us to come to get away from the stresses of life in a palace – not to mention the stresses of putting up with the hanyou.”
She shot him a warning look, and then subsided, too curious to really heckle him about always dogging (pun intended) on his brother.
“So can I see the inside?” she asked, an excited look on her face.
Tightening his hold on her, he shook his head. “No, of course not. I did not bring you here to see the inside, only to stare at the outside,” he said, sarcasm coating his normal dulcet tones.
Shooting him a dirty look this time, she pried herself out of his rather tight grasp, and headed for the house, intent on exploring.
Though, she thought, I hope he doesn't think buying me expensive things, or building me houses is the way to get me to do what he wants.
“Say, Sesshoumaru?” she asked, as she stepped onto the covered porch and slid open the door. “How did you get this done so fast? I mean, you just disappeared this morning.”
“I ordered work to begin some time ago,” he said as he followed her, a smirk on his face that she didn't see. “It was finished yesterday, so this morning, I came to make sure the work was done to my standards.”
“Oh, I see,” she said as she looked around the main room of the house with a smile. It as obvious that the work was top of the line – in fact, she didn't know they had such fine techniques available in the Sengoku Jidai. Must be a demon thing.
Nodding absently to herself as she wandered down the hallway of the home, she checked into each room, taking note of furnishings and everything else with a discerning eye.
What she was seeing didn't disappoint her at all – it was a beautiful home. But it was just that – a house, and it wasn't the way to gain her cooperation. Finally, she turned into the last room...
… and came to a screeching halt. Damn it! she thought, almost irate. He's definitely getting warmer. Or hotter.
She hated to admit it, but... before her, was a large, gorgeous room, with a huge futon, several armoires and chests, huge, fluffy pillows...
And a huge, steaming hot...
Bath.
Squealing, unable to resist, she slid the door shut in Sesshoumaru's face and stripped, heading straight for the inviting, steaming, glorious hot water.
He's figured me out, she whined to herself, even as she sighed and moaned in pleasure as the heat of the water soaked into her body. Slinking down in the tub, she let the hot water unwind her, and then looked at the wooden surround, taking note of the bathing accoutrements. Top of the line in this day and age, and she knew it, and with a final, very slightly disgruntled sigh, she gave up her irritation that he'd found her weakness, and began bathing quite happily.
Still... this isn't all I'll be requiring. I won't put up with him ordering me around like a servant. He still has to take the spell off this ring, she thought stubbornly.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the shoji door, Sesshoumaru was grinning... an expression that usually meant death, but this time, merely meant victory.
I'll have this blasted collar off by this afternoon, no later, he thought, satisfied. As long as I keep hot water available, she won't bother arguing with me about much. And then he frowned just slightly. Though I'll have to take that subduing command off the ring, which is annoying, I'll still be able to get her to agree with most anything with the promise of a nice, hot bath.
And perhaps she'll even let me join her. A lecherous expression settled on his face, and he sat against the wall there in the hall, lost in naughty imaginings of just what he could do to her with all that hot water, striving mightily to not let it get to the point that the collar went off again.
About forty minutes after going in, Kagome slid the shoji open, eyeing the calm figure of Sesshoumaru with a satisfied smile. “Well, that certainly hit the spot,” she said, not missing the fact that he was taking in how she looked in the summer kimono he'd had made after seeing the one she wore at home in her era when she'd worn it through the well. There was a closet full of different kimono – winter ones, summer ones, even a few semi-formal ones, for if they had company.
“As much as I enjoyed that, though... I'm still not going to take the collar off until you take the spell off the ring,” she said firmly. She was surprised when he nodded.
“Heel, miko,” he said, and it took Kagome a moment to realize that she hadn't been forced to freeze when he'd said it.
She smiled widely, though there was an edge to it. “Very good, Sesshoumaru,” she cooed. “And as promised, I'll now take the collar off.” She chanted a quick command, and the collar disappeared from around the daiyoukai's neck, reforming in her hand. “But,” she said, eyeing him suspiciously, “I'm not going to destroy it. I'll be keeping it, just in case you think of trying to trick me now that it's off.”
Blinking, she suddenly felt a bit uneasy at the expression on his face, and stepped back, watching him uncertainly. For in the moment that the collar had come off, a certain perverted, hentai expression had settled on his face, (she was quite accustomed to those looks, having traveled with Miroku for several years), and she was now very wary.
“Umm, Sesshoumaru,” she began, stepping back again as he stood and started looming over her, “w-what are you doing?”
He looked down at his groin pointedly, and her eyes followed his automatically – until she took in what he was looking at, and then she turned beet red. “Hentai!” she squeaked, blushing fiercely and averting her eyes.
Caging her body with his arms against the wall she was now pressed up against, he bent his head to nuzzle her neck, and grinned. “And why not, Kagome? You are to be my mate, we are in the house I built for us to get away from it all, that blasted collar is off... and you smell quite intoxicating. I thought you had enjoyed our private moments, miko,” he purred.
Kagome whimpered at his voice, and his words, and then the next thing she knew, she was flat on her back in the middle of the brand new futon, surrounded by pillows and silver hair, and lots of hot, hot male.
It was a good thing she was not privy to the massive amount of gloating that was going on inside the head of that hot, hot, silver-haired male.
“And now, for your punishment, miko,” he said silkily, even as he started to remove her kimono.
Punishment? she wondered for a moment, her mind too hazy to bring up the reference. After a moment, she just gave up, and let the determined inu do anything he damn well pleased.
One for me, and none for her. Game, set, and match, as she would say.
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Kagome sighed a bit morosely, and watched, chin in hand, as Sesshoumaru once more pounded on his brother.
Ever since she'd managed to get that subduing collar on the daiyoukai, things had been stuck at an impasse – and Inuyasha was bearing the brunt of a very angered inu Lord's sexual frustration by getting beat anytime his brother's collar deflated his arousal.
Which was frequently.
She had been completely shocked as the days had gone by and it had become more and more apparent just how much of a hentai the inuyoukai was – it seemed that the collar was going off several times a day. That fact made her re-think certain things... like mating the guy. After all, she was a mere 'weak' human, and was very unsure she would be able to keep up with his obviously overactive libido.
This must be where the term 'horndog' came from. Maybe inuyoukai aren't as extinct in my time as I thought...
Finally, when it looked like Inuyasha was about to get intimately acquainted with the term 'boneless', Kagome intervened.
“Sesshoumaru, if you know what's good for you, you'll stop taking the consequences of your stubbornness out on your brother,” she warned, eyes narrowed.
She didn't flinch at all when reddened eyes turned on her, and a deafening snarl ripped through the area, simply meeting his gaze with a rather bored one of her own.
“Look, this is all your own fault. If you wanted a little bitch to run around falling all over herself to obey your every whim, then you shouldn't have chosen me. I'm not like these crazy, timid women in this era, and anyone with any sense knows that. So if you can't handle that, then maybe you need to take this ring back completely, and go find yourself someone more appropriate, because you sure as hell don't seem to be able to figure out how to get me to submit,” she finished, a hint of irritation in her voice.
Sesshoumaru's attention was arrested at her words, and for the first time since she'd stuck him with those blasted beads, he actually took in what she was saying.
Figure out how to get her to submit? There is a trick to this, then? Hnn.. he opened his hand and let his brother's now limp body fall to the ground as he stared at her thoughtfully. “There is a specific... way, to make you submit?” he asked, eyeing her suspiciously.
“Well,” she said dubiously as she thought about that word, “perhaps submit is a little strong. But there's certainly a way to get me to go along with you, and this-” she gestured at the ring sitting so innocently on her hand pointedly, “-is certainly not it. It's really not hard, Sesshoumaru,” she snickered at that double entendre, “if ordering me around isn't the way to get what you want, what's left?” With that, she turned and sauntered off, heading for Kaede's hut, leaving a deep in thought daiyoukai behind – and a deeply unconscious Inuyasha, as well.
Sesshoumaru kicked his brother absently once more as he wandered off. I wonder if father ever encountered such a problem with a female... and then he considered that, and shook his head. No, there's no way. Izayoi was just as submissive as any youkai female. She knew her place.
So why did I have to choose the one female guaranteed to cause me nothing but trouble?
And then he sighed. Because I would not be able to stand being stuck with a female that was little more interesting than a tatami mat – with a personality just as boring.
Shuddering at that thought, he turned his mind back to figuring out just what his little miko was trying to tell him.
~oOo~
Several days passed in that manner; Kagome watching with a gleeful smirk, Inuyasha cringing anytime his brother so much as breathed in his direction, and Sesshoumaru himself deep in thought – and occasionally absently punching his brother. Or clawing him.
Everyone else simply watched with interest to see if the Inuyoukai would figure the whole thing out.
Then one day, the group woke, and Sesshoumaru was gone – though Rin, and Jaken and Ah-Uhn were still there, no one knew where the Inu had gone – or when he would be returning.
“Feh, maybe he won't come back,” Inuyasha said, disgruntled – after all, he was still pretty black and blue from his brother's remorseless beatings. “But that would make me happy, so of course it won't happen,” he finished disgustedly.
“Shut it, Inuyasha,” Kagome said, her voice bored as she sat in front of Kaede's with her chin in her hand again. “We don't want to hear your whining.”
He looked over at her grumpily. “You don't seem all that worried that he won't come back.”
“Of course I'm not. I'm the one thing Sesshoumaru could never turn away from – a challenge.”
Miroku nodded wisely, framing his chin with one hand, he began to pontificate. “Indeed. The Western Lord is one who will never back away from a challenge. There's this, as well,” he said, “Sesshoumaru-sama would never allow a female to best him in any sort of battle. Even if it takes centuries, he'll always have the last word.”
Kagome thought about that for a while, and then nodded. “I suppose you're right. But I'm not the sort to back down, either, so I guess I'd better get used to fighting.” She sighed at the thought. “You know... maybe I'd have been better off marrying Inuyasha. At least that way, if he got too far out of hand, I could just sit him. He'd be easier to deal with... in some ways,” she said, a heavy irony in her voice as she flicked a glance at him.
“Keh! I ain't no weakling to back down to you, wench! We always fight, too!”
Before he could say anything more, Sesshoumaru strode into the middle of the group, knocking the ill-tempered hanyou over the head as he strolled by, heading for Kagome.
“You have been whipped for years, Inuyasha, and everyone knows it. Perhaps the miko should give the power of your kotodama over to Koga? I am sure he could find a use for it,” he said suggestively.
Everyone watched in glee as the half-inu took off towards the river with a disgusted shriek. “I'll find a way to get you for that, bastard!”
After a moment, Sesshoumaru turned back to look at Kagome. “As for you,” he said calmly, “I will make sure to punish you for that comment at a later date. You will not be mating anyone but myself, miko, despite your combative nature.”
Sputtering, Kagome narrowed her eyes at the daiyoukai, but before she could come up with something to say to that outrageous threat, she found herself commandeered by the perverted dog, and being hustled off into the woods. With one, final fulminating glare, she subsided, beginning to be curious about where he was taking her – and for what purpose.
Once they reached a spot that was out of the view of the group left behind, Sesshoumaru pulled Kagome into his side, and then folded them into his light orb. Before she could even inhale, they were landing, and a startled Kagome was staring at the piece of land he had gifted her – with one major difference.
There was a house in one corner of the meadow... the same corner that the previous owners had been attempting to build their palace.
She blinked, and then looked up at him. “Since that area was already torn up, I decided to have the house built there, so that it would not damage any more of the area,” he said, apparently understanding her glance.
“Oh,” she said blankly. “But... what's with the house, anyway? Don't you have a palace somewhere?”
He cocked a brow at her. “Of course. But this is a place strictly for us to come to get away from the stresses of life in a palace – not to mention the stresses of putting up with the hanyou.”
She shot him a warning look, and then subsided, too curious to really heckle him about always dogging (pun intended) on his brother.
“So can I see the inside?” she asked, an excited look on her face.
Tightening his hold on her, he shook his head. “No, of course not. I did not bring you here to see the inside, only to stare at the outside,” he said, sarcasm coating his normal dulcet tones.
Shooting him a dirty look this time, she pried herself out of his rather tight grasp, and headed for the house, intent on exploring.
Though, she thought, I hope he doesn't think buying me expensive things, or building me houses is the way to get me to do what he wants.
“Say, Sesshoumaru?” she asked, as she stepped onto the covered porch and slid open the door. “How did you get this done so fast? I mean, you just disappeared this morning.”
“I ordered work to begin some time ago,” he said as he followed her, a smirk on his face that she didn't see. “It was finished yesterday, so this morning, I came to make sure the work was done to my standards.”
“Oh, I see,” she said as she looked around the main room of the house with a smile. It as obvious that the work was top of the line – in fact, she didn't know they had such fine techniques available in the Sengoku Jidai. Must be a demon thing.
Nodding absently to herself as she wandered down the hallway of the home, she checked into each room, taking note of furnishings and everything else with a discerning eye.
What she was seeing didn't disappoint her at all – it was a beautiful home. But it was just that – a house, and it wasn't the way to gain her cooperation. Finally, she turned into the last room...
… and came to a screeching halt. Damn it! she thought, almost irate. He's definitely getting warmer. Or hotter.
She hated to admit it, but... before her, was a large, gorgeous room, with a huge futon, several armoires and chests, huge, fluffy pillows...
And a huge, steaming hot...
Bath.
Squealing, unable to resist, she slid the door shut in Sesshoumaru's face and stripped, heading straight for the inviting, steaming, glorious hot water.
He's figured me out, she whined to herself, even as she sighed and moaned in pleasure as the heat of the water soaked into her body. Slinking down in the tub, she let the hot water unwind her, and then looked at the wooden surround, taking note of the bathing accoutrements. Top of the line in this day and age, and she knew it, and with a final, very slightly disgruntled sigh, she gave up her irritation that he'd found her weakness, and began bathing quite happily.
Still... this isn't all I'll be requiring. I won't put up with him ordering me around like a servant. He still has to take the spell off this ring, she thought stubbornly.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the shoji door, Sesshoumaru was grinning... an expression that usually meant death, but this time, merely meant victory.
I'll have this blasted collar off by this afternoon, no later, he thought, satisfied. As long as I keep hot water available, she won't bother arguing with me about much. And then he frowned just slightly. Though I'll have to take that subduing command off the ring, which is annoying, I'll still be able to get her to agree with most anything with the promise of a nice, hot bath.
And perhaps she'll even let me join her. A lecherous expression settled on his face, and he sat against the wall there in the hall, lost in naughty imaginings of just what he could do to her with all that hot water, striving mightily to not let it get to the point that the collar went off again.
About forty minutes after going in, Kagome slid the shoji open, eyeing the calm figure of Sesshoumaru with a satisfied smile. “Well, that certainly hit the spot,” she said, not missing the fact that he was taking in how she looked in the summer kimono he'd had made after seeing the one she wore at home in her era when she'd worn it through the well. There was a closet full of different kimono – winter ones, summer ones, even a few semi-formal ones, for if they had company.
“As much as I enjoyed that, though... I'm still not going to take the collar off until you take the spell off the ring,” she said firmly. She was surprised when he nodded.
“Heel, miko,” he said, and it took Kagome a moment to realize that she hadn't been forced to freeze when he'd said it.
She smiled widely, though there was an edge to it. “Very good, Sesshoumaru,” she cooed. “And as promised, I'll now take the collar off.” She chanted a quick command, and the collar disappeared from around the daiyoukai's neck, reforming in her hand. “But,” she said, eyeing him suspiciously, “I'm not going to destroy it. I'll be keeping it, just in case you think of trying to trick me now that it's off.”
Blinking, she suddenly felt a bit uneasy at the expression on his face, and stepped back, watching him uncertainly. For in the moment that the collar had come off, a certain perverted, hentai expression had settled on his face, (she was quite accustomed to those looks, having traveled with Miroku for several years), and she was now very wary.
“Umm, Sesshoumaru,” she began, stepping back again as he stood and started looming over her, “w-what are you doing?”
He looked down at his groin pointedly, and her eyes followed his automatically – until she took in what he was looking at, and then she turned beet red. “Hentai!” she squeaked, blushing fiercely and averting her eyes.
Caging her body with his arms against the wall she was now pressed up against, he bent his head to nuzzle her neck, and grinned. “And why not, Kagome? You are to be my mate, we are in the house I built for us to get away from it all, that blasted collar is off... and you smell quite intoxicating. I thought you had enjoyed our private moments, miko,” he purred.
Kagome whimpered at his voice, and his words, and then the next thing she knew, she was flat on her back in the middle of the brand new futon, surrounded by pillows and silver hair, and lots of hot, hot male.
It was a good thing she was not privy to the massive amount of gloating that was going on inside the head of that hot, hot, silver-haired male.
“And now, for your punishment, miko,” he said silkily, even as he started to remove her kimono.
Punishment? she wondered for a moment, her mind too hazy to bring up the reference. After a moment, she just gave up, and let the determined inu do anything he damn well pleased.
One for me, and none for her. Game, set, and match, as she would say.
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