InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Beyond Friendship: Be Who You Are ❯ Inuyasha's Decision ( Chapter 11 )

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Chapter 12 –  Inuyasha’s Decision

 

 

…And the devil ain't no novice and the devil ain't no liar
I'mma tryin' hard to get up but he made it to my heart
So I cannot make it back from the dark, dark, dark…

 

- Devils lyrics by Say Hi

 

 

Inuyasha hadn’t thought he would be able to fall asleep that night, but not long after his head hit his familiar old pillow did he find himself falling into slumber. It had been a long day. The many unusual things that had happened today – not the least of which was his mother lying to him – were not ready to be processed by his brain yet. There wasn’t much that could tire out a hanyou like Inuyasha, but saying goodbye to Sesshoumaru was apparently one of them.

 

He was in that odd, light slumber when the lines between waking and dreaming are blurred, when he felt crackling youki close by. His eyes snapped open; he didn’t think he had fallen asleep at all, but his heart was beating frantically as though he’d been jerked out of a deep sleep.

 

In the dimly lit room, grey with the little light thrown by the moon, Inuyasha could see the goosebumps on his arm. He hadn’t just metaphorically felt the youki; he had felt it on his skin. Though it wasn’t directed towards him, and it wasn’t in any large amount, there was no mistaking Sesshoumaru’s electric youki, crackling with untold power.

 

Only humans resided in this neighbourhood now. There was no one else who was going to know. There was no one else he would have come for.

 

Heart suddenly hammering in his chest, Inuyasha silently slipped out of the house. Everything was quiet and the only sound outside was the usual hum of insects, but there was a strange tension thrumming in the air.

 

He followed the youki and didn’t have to go far to find Sesshoumaru standing there by the stream. Inuyasha had been to this place many times before, but never in the middle of the night like this, and moonlight cast odd shadows on everything, making the clearing look otherworldly. The moonlight seemed to fall purposefully like a spotlight in the centre of that clearing where Sesshoumaru stood.

 

His clothes were different. The demon Lord normally wore white silk with the red crest of his House on his sleeve. Today, his robes seemed to be made out of spun silver of a gark grey colour. The collar of his haori had a black, intricate pattern on it, running down to the edges of where the haori had been tied together with an obi. The same black pattern replaced the red at the edges of his sleeves. Instead of his customary yellow obi, he wore a gold one. There was a narrow, intricate pattern woven in the centre of it in red.

 

The demon lord seemed to glow in the moonlit night. Sesshoumaru always had an aura of authority around him, but today, it was like he had taken his disguise off, and anyone that looked at him could no more help lowering their gaze, than they could stop their heart beating. Even without commanding golden eyes, his entire demeanor screamed conqueror. Silken silver hair blew lightly in the night breeze, along with the edges of the perfectly tied golden obi, and the black-patterned edges of silver sleeves; Inuyasha felt his breath catch. How had he never noticed before how ethereally beautiful the youkai was?

 

There was something odd about the demon Lord, though. The way he was standing absolutely still like a statue, the way he held himself. But Inuyasha couldn’t figure out what, exactly. Purple markings stood out royally on pale skin, and when the demon prince turned slightly towards him, his molten golden eyes shone eerily.

 

“Inuyasha,” Sesshoumaru greeted pleasantly. The demon Lord had watched him approach silently, letting his unleashed youki do the job of summoning the hanyou. No hint of the anger he felt slipped into his voice.

 

Inuyasha blinked a few times to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. “What are you doing here?” he asked, voice hoarse from sleep.

 

Sesshoumaru tilted his head minutely to the side innocently. “I came to see you.”

 

Inuyasha felt his breath hitch.

 

“Sesshoumaru… I-”

 

His words caught in his throat as the next moment, the demon Lord was in front of him, inches away from his face. Inuyasha stepped back automatically, but found his movement arrested by the youkai’s arm around his waist. He was pulled gently closer and then the demon prince’s mouth was upon his. Inuyasha closed his eyes and felt his muscles relax against his will, melting into the kiss. He’d almost forgotten how wonderful the demon Lord smelled… and tasted. He had forgotten what it felt like to be held in that warmth, against that impossibly strong body.

 

Then he remembered – the goodbye and his promise to his mother – and he broke the kiss, pushing the youkai away.

 

He was expecting resistance, but surprisingly, the demon Lord withdrew easily.

 

“I can’t,” he choked, feeling nauseated, looking away from the other man, knowing fully well that if he met Sesshoumaru’s eyes, he would never be able to say what he had to.

 

“What’s the matter?” the demon Lord asked, sounding surprised.

 

Inuyasha clenched his hands into fists. He could smell the other man’s musky, haunting scent so close to him. He would never have it again after today; back to loneliness for him.

 

“I can’t… we can’t anymore,” he gritted out, all the turmoil from the afternoon coming back tenfold stronger. “I – I’m breaking up with you, Sesshoumaru!”

 

He shouted out the last part, every fiber of his being revolting against those words, against the idea of letting go of the one thing in his life that was good right now. The words resounded in the empty night.

 

The only sound was of Inuyasha’s harsh breathing. When the demon Lord didn’t say anything, Inuyasha finally looked up at him.

 

Sesshoumaru was looking at him calmly, eyes inscrutable. “Inuyasha,” he said, and the sound of his name from the other man’s lips was enough to almost make Inuyasha’s already shaky will crumble.

 

“Why?” the taiyoukai asked quietly.

 

Inuyasha found himself looking away again. “Because… I- don’t want to do this anymore, alright?” he said shakily. It was the most untruthful thing he had ever said.

 

Strong arms were turning him around and the demon Lord was too close again. Inuyasha turned like a lifeless puppet. He was surrounded by that addictive warmth again, ensconced in that wonderful scent.

 

Sesshoumaru leaned down and brought his mouth to Inuyasha’s. The hanyou closed his eyes, leaning up unconsciously.

 

“You do want this,” Sesshoumaru whispered, lips inches from Inuyasha’s. “I can feel your heart thrashing inside your chest…Inuyasha.”

 

Inuyasha’s eyes snapped wide open in shock. His voice was so gentle, but the words had sounded so dark… but he was probably imagining things, Inuyasha decided.

 

“It doesn’t matter,” Inuyasha whispered. He took in a deep breath. As a hanyou, he wasn’t usually affected by a little cold, but he suddenly felt the cold of the winter night in his lungs. “Whatever happens, I can’t.”

 

Clawed fingers rose up to Inuyasha’s face and the hanyou flinched as moonlight reflected off razor-sharp claws. But they just caught a stray strand of hair and gently tucked it behind his ears. “Are you certain?” Sesshoumaru asked.

 

Was he certain? No, he wasn’t, not at all. His entire being was screaming at him to do the opposite, to cling to the demon Lord and never let him go.

 

If Inuyasha hadn’t been so dazed and exhausted, he would have wondered why the demon Lord was being so agreeable. But as it was, he was so relieved by his reaction, that all he did was take a deep breath, mustering his resolve. “Yes,” he replied.

 

For the first time, Sesshoumaru turned away from him. Inuyasha wanted to reach out and shout don’t leave me, but he knew it was for the best.

 

“I will impose upon you no longer, then,” the demon Lord said quietly, and Inuyasha felt tears springing up in his eyes.

 

“I’m sorry,” he rasped out, trying to keep the tears out of his voice. He didn’t see the demon Lord’s eyes flash red with fury.

 

“Inuyasha,” Sesshoumaru said, as though the thought had just occurred to him, back still turned to the hanyou. “Do you remember when I asked you if you want to know what I like?”

 

Inuyasha was startled. Flashes of memory suddenly came back to him, of shouting angrily at the demon Lord in a drunken stupor, and of his wrists being captured expertly as he was held down. Inuyasha felt a blush rise to his cheeks. Those weren’t the words the youkai had used.

 

Do you want to know what I get off on, Inuyasha?

 

“Given time, I would have liked to get to know you and liked for you to get to know me,” Sesshoumaru said, turning to face him again, and his eyes were calm once again. “But since we are not to have that time…” he trailed off, and Inuyasha felt like the most awful asshole on the planet.

 

“I’m so sorry,” he blabbered. “If there was any way, if there was anything I could do… but I can’t-”

 

“When we go back to school, there will be many lies whispered about both of us,” the demon Lord continued as though Inuyasha hadn’t spoken. “If we are to never know more truth about each other after today, I want that we part knowing what we each really are.”

 

School… he hadn’t even thought about school, about what his friends would say when he told them their relationship was over. He couldn’t tell the real reason to anybody. What all would they assume? And worse still, what conclusions would everyone else draw? Nobody was going to believe that he was the one who called it off. He would forever be known as the hanyou who tried to date above his station, and was cast aside by the taiyoukai prince once he tired of him.

 

A breeze picked up Sesshoumaru’s hair lightly, making the shimmering strands dance.

 

“I came here tonight to ask you to visit my home with me,” the demon Lord said. The youkai had come all the way to see him, and instead of showing any kind of appreciation, he was breaking up with him. Inuyasha felt a lump settling in his throat. He choked on his reply.

 

“Little could have made me expect such a reception. But if this is to be the end, then come home with me anyway, Inuyasha,” Sesshoumaru said, voice soft and dark and honeyed. “Let us have this night. And when tomorrow comes, we will be as strangers.”

 

That was not what he had expected to hear. Inuyasha gaped at him in shock. “What? What are you talking about?”

 

The demon Lord was suddenly close to him again. Inuyasha flinched, though Sesshoumaru had made no move to touch him

 

“When we began this relationship, you promised to be mine, Inuyasha,” Sesshoumaru said, and predatory eyes didn’t miss the way Inuyasha’s cheeks coloured at the words. “And yet, there has been a façade between us – as there must be if a relationship is to find deep roots in order to blossom with time – but if it is to be wrenched from the ground in any case, let us at least drop the shroud for a night before we put it to death.”

 

The hanyou felt his breath hitch in his chest. Maybe it was that he’d suddenly awoken from sleep, but the world seemed to be spinning around him. Moonlight always did odd things to a demon’s senses; that was why there were more demon attacks on a full moon night than on any other. The moonbeam threw off their normally sharp perception, and made them disoriented. And today, it wasn’t just the night that was making his head spin.

 

Without realizing it, he had ended up with his back to a tree. It was past midnight, and the ground was covered in a thin layer of dew. When Inuyasha took an unconscious step back, his bare feet slipped in the mud, and he tripped over a root.

 

Sesshoumaru’s hand was on his arm in an instant to steady him. The demon Lord stepped closer and in the silent night, Inuyasha heard the sound of his boots squelching in the mud. Then he was too close again, that mouth leaning down to kiss him.

 

“Sesshoumaru…” Inuyasha began carefully, breathing fast. It was crazy that he was even considering this. Hadn’t he given his mother his word that he wouldn’t see Sesshoumaru anymore? Would he really be able to have just one night with him and then let it go at that? Wouldn’t it just make it that much harder to break up later?

 

Purple markings were very close to him now and he could make out that their edges were very faintly, almost unnoticeably, jagged. Had they always been like that?

 

“Inuyasha,” the demon lord interrupted him. “There isn’t any way you would change your mind, yes?”

 

Inuyasha shook his head quietly. No, there was no way. He’d given his mother his word.

 

“In that case,” Sesshoumaru murmured silkily, leaning down and capturing his lips. “We need have no fear of what we find. Should you or I be repulsed by the other, all the better for saying goodbye.”

 

It wasn’t a gentle kiss. The demon prince’s tongue ruthlessly plundered the hanyou’s mouth, as the taiyoukai ground their hips together, pushing the hanyou back against the tree. Inuyasha found his will and thoughts escaping him, overwhelmed with the scent and heady, addictive taste of the other youkai. The demon Lord’s youki was still free of its usual constraints, and Inuyasha felt it on his skin like an appendage, caressing and dominating his senses. Through the haze, it dimly occurred to Inuyasha that Sesshoumaru tasted slightly different today, an odd flavor in his mouth that he couldn’t put a name on. Soon, it got hard to breathe, and Inuyasha tried to push him away, but struggling against him was like struggling against a marble wall, and Inuyasha found that all he could do was surrender, and let the demon Lord have his way.

 

When Sesshoumaru pulled back, Inuyasha was erect and breathing hard. The taiyoukai stepped back slightly, and Inuyasha almost fell from the sudden loss of that hard body supporting him. Looking up at the demon lord, he saw the youkai’s lips stained red; he touched his own lips with shaking hands and came away with blood.

 

No, there was a way, Inuyasha thought, staring at his bloodstained fingers. There was a way that he could have one night with Sesshoumaru and be able to get on with his life. A way that would help him keep the promise he had so rashly given without thinking about it; in fact, it would make sure he kept his promise, without giving him the choice of an alternative.

 

And that was if, in that time, Sesshoumaru was totally disgusted by what he was and what he wanted. Then the demon prince would not want to have anything to do with him again, and he would never be able to face the demon Lord again in any case. All Inuyasha would have to do was drop all the walls he kept around himself.

 

Time seemed to have slowed in the eerie night, as Inuyasha thought about what he was considering. Showing someone who he really was, all his most secret desires bared to someone whom he hadn’t really known for very long, and who he wasn’t going to know for much longer. Those things that he had kept even from his friends, from people he trusted the most.

 

Once Sesshoumaru saw the ugly, pathetic, sickening desires that he had always, always kept well hidden, he would never want to even look at him again. Earlier, he had been worried about how he would ever bear to be in the same room with the demon Lord again; now the solution presented itself. He would lower himself so much in the demon Lord’s eyes, that he would never be able to get back up again.

 

Inuyasha took a deep, steadying breath as he came to his decision, and raised his eyes to meet the demon Lord’s. A shudder ran down his spine. There was an odd smile on Sesshoumaru’s face, and cast half in shadows by the trees and moonlight, he looked alien and angelic and evil. It was probably just a trick of the light, Inuyasha thought shakily.

 

“It’s – not pretty, what I am,” Inuyasha said haltingly. “And you’re beautiful. If I agree to come home with you tonight, it will only be to show you the worst of me. I don’t know how to – I don’t know if I can ask that of you-”

 

As he prepared to put all his secrets on the line, Inuyasha wondered if he was being totally selfish. True, the things that people who had known Sesshoumaru for a long time said weren’t entirely flattering, and by all accounts, it was Inuyasha who stood to lose the most if he did this. But Sesshoumaru had been a perfect gentleman to him, had done nothing but treat him with respect and kindness. And now, because it suited him, because he wanted to break up with him without even giving him a proper reason, did he have any right to subject the pristine demon Lord to this, to make him a party such dirty, depraved things?

 

“Let me be the judge of that,” Sesshoumaru said quietly, “Perhaps I would surprise you as well.”

 

He was being understanding and sweet as always, Inuyasha thought despairingly. Even now, when he, Inuyasha, was behaving so horribly, why did he have to be so perfect? Why couldn’t he have been justifiably pissed and said no?

 

“From the moment I met you,” Inuyasha said, speech slurring slightly as his cut lip stung in the cold air, “I knew there was more to you than you ever let on, and that everyone at school who pretends to know you, haven’t really got a clue. And if you still want me to go with you tonight-” Inuyasha took a deep breath. “I want you to promise me you won’t hold back either.”

 

Maybe that way, I’ll find at least a little something to dislike about you too, Inuyasha thought silently, as he watched his boyfriend’s stoic face as he considered his words. Maybe it will give me something to hold on to, knowing you aren’t that fucking perfect.

 

Inuyasha was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t realize that the forest had gone suddenly very still. Not a leaf stirred as the breeze had abruptly died down. In the suddenly dead still night, Sesshoumaru’s eyes flashed red. “You may come to regret what you ask of me, Inuyasha,” he said, voice low and dark. “But you have my word.”

 

Inuyasha stumbled onto his knees on the balcony of Sesshoumaru’s room as the demon Lord transported them to the palace. His speed was dizzying on any good day, and today his mind wasn’t the steadiest to begin with.

 

He had only a second to look around at the ancient, semi-circular structure that was Sesshoumaru’s balcony, before the demon Lord led him inside.

 

Sesshoumaru’s room here was very different from his room back in the city. There was no delicate art, no careful balance of light and shadow, no sword hanging over the bed. The room itself was all rock and hardness and unyielding strength. At one end of the room was the four-poster bed swathed in silk sheets and soft furs. At each end of the bed, there lay an ornately carved wooden nightstand. The other far corner of the huge room was hidden in shadows, and Inuyasha could just make out the thick leg of what looked like some kind of an armchair.

 

The floor was lined with fur rugs. Inuyasha found that he couldn’t tear his eyes away from that fur. Instead of animal skin, they were demon skin rugs. Real demon skin, by the looks of it, the heads of the demons they were skinned from still attached, and their four limbs splayed.

 

He stared down at the tiger-demon rug in front of the bed, hypnotized by the merging, blending patterns. It seemed somehow sacrilegious to tread on it. There was a terrified, helpless expression on the demon’s face that Inuyasha found at once sickening and arousing. This wasn’t what he’d been expecting to find here. Vaguely, Inuyasha wondered if it was legal to have such items. Black boots entered his line of vision, stepping leisurely on the fur, on the remains of once proud demon warriors and Inuyasha trembled as he looked up at the demon Lord.

 

Sesshoumaru didn’t miss the spike in arousal in Inuyasha’s scent. Only a handful of people had seen this room, apart from his family. It wasn’t in keeping with the façade he kept up in the modern world. Though outwardly modern, there were wings in this palace that belonged to a different time, an older world that was more primal, and his room was one of those places. The dark, decadent feel of it was something that had frightened many helpless souls that he had brought to his bed, but it seemed Inuyasha found it to his liking. Plus a faint scent of the debauchery that he had been enjoying with his harem of slaves earlier still hung in the air, but it was unlikely that a hanyou would be able to tell what the scent was.

 

 

“Inuyasha,” the demon Lord murmured in his deep, silky voice and Inuyasha stared at him with glazed eyes, hypnotized. “My Inuyasha,”

 

“D-did you kill them all?” Inuyasha asked, wetting his suddenly extremely dry lips, looking down at the rugs. “Are they all your kills?” On the other side of the bed was a large bear-demon rug, sprawled with that same terrified expression frozen for all eternity.

 

“Yes, they are,” Sesshoumaru replied.

 

Inuyasha breathed in sharply, eyes shifting involuntarily between the demon Lord’s feet on the rug, to his eyes. He wanted to say something in protest, but couldn’t find the words. Then Sesshoumaru stepped close to him, and he remembered that he wasn’t here to be the good little hanyou who liked only all the right things.

 

“That’s unbelievably freaking sexy,” he murmured hoarsely, leaning up to close his lips over the youkai’s.

 

He felt the demon Lord’s smirk on his mouth, and then he was yanked closer. Inuyasha shuddered as his bare feet landed on the rug. The fur was even softer than he’d been imagining; it left a tingling feeling in the soles of his feet. He looked down, and found his dirty feet leaving prints on the pristine rug.

 

“I’m sorry,” he gasped, jumping off.

 

Sesshoumaru laughed, low and dark, stepping forward to gather the hanyou in his arms once more, making him stumble back onto the rug. The demon Lord’s boot landed carelessly on the tiger fur’s neck and Inuyasha gasped, horrified at the spear of arousal going through him. He had come to terms with his own sick fantasies, he enjoyed pain himself, but when had he started getting off on others’ humiliation and pain and destruction?

 

Sesshoumaru pushed him onto the bed and Inuyasha sank into the impossibly soft mattress. His arms came up behind him to support him, and landed on more furs. There were razor sharp teeth at his neck, but he couldn’t help but look over his shoulder at the fur blanket. There was an odd, heady, scent in the room that Inuyasha couldn’t name; it was slightly bitter and sharp and musky. It should have smelled terrible, but instead it smelled intoxicating. He swallowed carefully and felt the edge of those fangs graze his skin. He was suddenly aware of being here in just his night clothes – a simple haori and hakama that were once white, but were now yellowing slightly. He had never really cared about that kind of thing, but before the extravagance of Sesshoumaru’s palace, he felt like pauper.

 

A tongue reached out to lick carefully at his pulse which was beating a mile a minute now. The demon Lord’s unleashed youkai crackled against skin like warm electricity. There was a darkness and abandon in his aura and his movements that Inuyasha hadn’t seen before. It seemed Sesshoumaru was taking his promise of being open and uninhibited seriously, although, truth be told, it was frightening Inuyasha a little. Is this what predators did right before they maimed and killed their prey, Inuyasha wondered a little hysterically. Did any of the demons who were just heads and fur now feel this way right before they were destroyed?

 

 

 

But he was just freaking himself out because of some room decor, Inuyasha thought, trying to remain practical. It was probably just a rich-guy thing - what would he, Inuyasha, know about that anyway - and he was the one who had insisted Sesshoumaru not hold back anymore. What sense did it make to whine about it now that he was getting to see what he'd asked for?

 

 

His haori was torn from his body violently, and Inuyasha hissed, the fabric pulling and stinging him. Sesshoumaru didn’t seem to care, giving the same treatment to his hakama till the hanyou was naked and exposed to the cold air in the room. There was no heater, no electrical appliances in this room. Old fashioned torches on the walls provided light and the cold from the rock walls leached into his hanyou body. His half-erect cock glistened lewdly with pre-cum.

 

Inuyasha reached up to disrobe his lover and found his wrists grabbed and slammed over his head.

 

The half demon gasped and stared up at Sesshoumaru. The demon Lord was leaning over him, half his weight on him. The silvery silk of his robes was brushing coolly against his over-heated cock. Inuyasha fidgeted slightly feeling vulnerable and odd being naked in the strange room with his boyfriend still immaculately dressed.

 

“Wh-what areyou-“

 

A small, punishing bite on his neck and Inuyasha shut up.

 

Sesshoumaru looked down at the hanyou in his grasp, the absinthe still running high in his blood. The flickering light from his danced on Inuyasha’s lovely, pale neck, now marked with a hickey. Clawed hands landed on Inuyasha’s exposed neck, rough fingers on the soft skin as they closed lightly.

 

Inuyasha’s eyes darkened even more. It turned out, it was easier to let go than he had thought. Once he allowed himself to not hide from the youkai, the truth spilled out of his mouth without his permission.

 

“Yes, tighter,” he moaned, squirming against the weight of the youkai on top of him. His own erect cock pushed against the demon Lord’s aroused length through his clothes.

 

Sesshoumaru’s eyes widened slightly, pulsing red unconsciously. “What are you doing, hanyou?” he whispered.

 

Inuyasha met his eyes calmly, arms and throat perfectly relaxed in his grasp. “I’m showing you who I am,” he said hoarsely. “And you are too, I guess,” he added mockingly. “I’m ‘hanyou’ now, am I? Just a dirty little half-breed.”

 

Sesshoumaru’s face showed no remorse, though golden eyes flashed momentarily with anger.

 

Inuyasha laughed softly in his grasp. “Such a fucking hypocrite, pretending to be all high and mighty when really, you think exactly what those other idiots are thinking.”

 

His wrists were suddenly released, along with his throat, and Sesshoumaru reached back and backhanded him across the mouth. Inuyasha’s head snapped to the side painfully. Eyes wide, Inuyasha slowly turned his head back towards the demon Lord. Blood trickled out the side of his mouth, and one side of his face was throbbing with pain.

 

“You have no idea what I think, half-breed,” the demon Lord said, voice deceptively calm despite the cold anger in his eyes. “And you will not disrespect me.”

 

Inuyasha smirked up at him impudently, even though the movement made his face hurt. His wrists were still above his head, where the demon Lord had left them, and Inuyasha made no attempt to use them. He was realizing that the dirty insult that had been the bane of his existence all his life was just making him hotter when Sesshoumaru said it. He bucked his hips against the youkai, grinding against the demon Lord’s erection.

 

“Does it feel good?” Inuyasha whispered, looking up at the other man through darkened eyes, pupils dilated with arousal. “I can feel how hard you’ve gotten. Does my pain get you off, Sesshoumaru?”

 

Sesshoumaru didn’t respond; Inuyasha brought his arms under him and leaned up. When the demon Lord made no move to restrain him, he grabbed the hand that had slapped him and brought it to his lips. He softly kissed the knuckles that had made him bleed and still had a bit of his blood on it.

 

“I like it too, you know,” Inuyasha said in between kisses, holding the demon Lord’s inscrutable gaze. “I like the pain…as long as it comes from you.”

 

Sesshoumaru snatched his hand away from the hanyou’s lips, breathing slightly heavily, despite himself. He could feel the boy’s saliva wet and cold on his skin. He’d been pleased when the little half-breed had fallen so beautifully in his trap, just like a lamb led to the lion’s den. But now the lamb was bowing down and presenting its neck to be devoured, and wasn’t it a little too much? Even prey deserved a fighting chance, after all.

 

“You know not what you ask for,” the demon Lord said, voice turning guttural in flashes as his demon that was trying to come to the fore. “You bring upon yourself that which you do not understand.” Sesshoumaru leaned away from the hanyou, freeing him from his weight which was pinning him down so far. He caught hold of Inuyasha’s wrist and brought it before the hanyou’s eyes. Then, holding his gaze, he cut the hanyou’s wrist, in the exact spot he had earlier when the hanyou had been drunk in his home. He watched the hanyou’s eyes widen with realization. “Don’t invite this darkness, Inuyasha. Fight. Fight me now, while I still allow it.”

 

The demon lord watched with satisfaction as the boy freed his hand from his grasp. But instead of taking the chance to get up and out of the bed as he should have done, Inuyasha brought the bloodied appendage to his mouth and smeared the blood on his lips.

 

“Dirty blood, isn’t that what you aristocrats call this?” Inuyasha whispered huskily, tasting the red liquid on his tongue. “Filthy half-breeds we are, no better than animals to you.” Inuyasha grabbed him by the front of his silver robes, staining the priceless garments red, and pulled him back over him, falling back on the bed. “But it looks like you’re aroused by this filthy half-blood-” Inuyasha’s eyelashes lowered, half-concealing the dark pupils dilated from arousal. “-so come on. Why’d you stop? Do whatever. Show me my place.”

 

Sesshoumaru’s eyes pulsed red as he allowed himself to be manhandled by the hanyou. Silver hair fell around them like a curtain as he braced himself over the suicidal little idiot.

 

“Inuyasha…” he murmured one final time in warning.

 

Inuyasha chuckled hoarsely, the metallic taste of his own blood in his mouth. “I can’t fight you, Sesshoumaru. You can crush me like a bug and yet, for some reason, you want to fuck me. I can’t tell which one of us is more twisted.”

 

Sesshouamaru smiled ferally, eyes drugged with pleasure. The little shit was provoking him, provoking his punishment. And Sesshoumaru gave it readily, closing clawed fingers around that slim little throat.

 

Inuyasha relaxed back into the mattress, his face mirroring the pleasure Sesshoumaru himself felt. It was all too good. The innocent, submissive, debauched expression on the half-demon’s face was bring out his darkness. And it mattered not anymore that the half-breed may not have the strength to bear the consequence of stoking his desires tonight.

 

Sesshoumaru squeezed his throat tightly, and bent down to kiss the bloodstained mouth, pressing the boy down into his mattress with his full weight. To his credit, Inuyasha tried valiantly to respond even as the air was squeezed out of his lungs with his weight and out his wind-pipe with his hand. His tongue feebly tried to wrestle with his, before it gave up, letting the demon Lord explore his mouth as he pleased. Well-muscled legs, now weak with the lack of oxygen, twitched feebly around his hips, as the demon Lord ground his own clothed length against Inuyasha’s precum slicked naked one. The hanyou’s fluids left big wet stains on the silver clothing. Sesshoumaru enjoyed the body under him writhing as much as it was able, as his tongue played with Inuyasha’s in the hanyou’s mouth.

 

 

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A/N: Ok now I just have to ask here: could anybody have resisted Sess’s sneaky sexy manipulations here without totally dropping their panties like Inuyasha? =^.^=

 

And did you read the chapter in the dark? Did it make it more enjoyable?

 

 

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