InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Centennial Hunger ❯ Mates ( Chapter 13 )

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CHAPTER 13

 

Mates

 

 

(I apologize for my chapters being shorter and having less progress. However, with being sick and unable to write much, it is better than waiting six months. Next chapter, the gang, and perhaps Naraku and his minions, make their appearance. I'm not certain that I'll have the final battle scene in that chapter. Thanks for all your patience. Also, I'm sorry about the last chapter being so different. I'm going through some serious epileptic drug changes and it changes my brain in the weirdest of ways. Hopefully, this chapter is back to par. ^_^ Snow)

 

 

 

Inuyasha was at it again. The boy had to have been a rabbit in a previous life. How could he have known that sex was such an enjoyable activity that he shouldn't even care about the color of the sky? Still on the grassy bank of the river, the two pretty puppy boys had fairly destroyed a huge patch of earth. Even the mole impersonators had run for cover. Long sharp claws had been continuously ripping into the ground and raking furrows across the fuzzy creatures' backs. It was a wonder that they hadn't been discovered. However, there was a reason for that. Inuyasha was addicted to his brother's ass and was bound and determined to keep his cock buried inside of it for as long as hanyouly possible. Of course, the only thing that either could smell was that wonderfully smelly, white, creamy stuff. So the dastardly furballs were temporarily safe.

 

Inuyasha wouldn't have cared either way. He was basking in this newfound freedom to express his sexuality. It beat a hand job by a thousand miles any day, and he wasn't about to stop. `God's! I sure am glad the moon isn't made of ramen,' blipped across his scrambled radar.

 

For a TaiYoukai, Sesshoumaru had to wonder how it was that his ass managed to become raw. After all, he had superior healing capabilities. Surely, Inuyasha's cock had to be just as raw and suffering. But that was the least of his worries. `I am enjoying this far too much. It can't be healthy.'

 

The adorable Fluffy-of-the-Subconscious just had to pop in with his own opinion. `Yeah, and wouldn't it be nice to have our brains fucked out every day for the rest of our life?' Sesshoumaru barely caught himself before he agreed. Instead of focusing on future humiliations, he decided to enjoy the moment. Arguments could wait until later. Of course, the distraction from his inner musings could have had something to do with the fact that Inuyasha had reached around and grabbed his swollen, chaffed, and aching member, then began to properly stroke it.

 

“Ung,” Sesshoumaru groaned, feeling the nearing of his release.

 

“I second that,” Inuyasha panted.

 

Oh, he definitely loved being the one who was slapping Sesshoumaru around as opposed to getting his own ass kicked. It definitely served to keep his cock hard and happy. Just watching that strong hard body knocked forward by his hips made his eyes sparkle with depraved glee. The muscles beneath the pale expanse of velvet skin covering Sesshoumaru's back jerked and rolled. Sesshoumaru's hair swirled around his shoulders and poured onto the dirt. It was riddled with eddies of messy knots that managed to shimmer with each smack of skin against skin. Having that power over Sesshoumaru, even his ratted hair, gave Inuyasha an urge to do a happy dance. And he would have, if it hadn't meant losing the tight heat of Sesshoumaru's body milking his throbbing erection.

 

That had absolutely nothing to do with his current plan. Well, actually, it had everything to do with it. Sesshoumaru wouldn't know what hit him. In impatient anticipation, Inuyasha pumped Sesshoumaru's swollen staff with swift strokes and plundered that muscular tight ass deep, hard, and fast. He wasn't sure how long he was going to last, and he was going to make certain that Sesshoumaru joined him. He could already feel the slight swell of the meaty flesh he held in his hand. it was tight to the point that he could feel the fluid racing beneath the skin. Oh, this was going to be good. He just knew it. What he didn't know was that he was a misinformed idiot.

 

Situating his hips a bit higher over Sesshoumaru's shapely, white, muscular globes, Inuyasha lay over the long expanse of Sesshoumaru's broad back. It was slick with perspiration. Who needed hot oil? Inuyasha allowed his droopy eyes to slide shut while he licked the salty sweat from Sesshoumaru's shoulder.

 

`Almost there,' his mind gurgled. The next step of his little scheme played out in full glory inside of his head. `Come on, Sesshoumaru!'

 

“Come for me, Sesshoumaru!”

 

With that tidbit of smut talk, coming from what should have been an innocent mouth, Sesshoumaru did exactly what he was told. White hot fire scorched his blood and the nearly painful sensation of the coiled tension throughout his body sprung free with such force that he nearly fell with the power of his release. The world exploded into sparkles the likes of which would have made Inuyasha envious. It was wondrous. Unfortunately for Sesshoumaru's big bang, and for Inuyasha's life expectancy, fangs buried themselves into his shoulder.

 

`You are not going to kill him,' Fluffy chanted inside his head while Sesshoumaru envisioned Inuyasha's dead body covered in all that white creamy stuff. Maybe he would lick the half-breed to death.

 

Sesshoumaru was so involved in his imaginings of all of the possible ways to kill Inuyasha that he didn't feel Inuyasha's climax. All he felt was his own powerful pleasure and the sharp pains of an idiot who seemed to have developed a penchant for sadism. At the very moment that Inuyasha removed his fangs and cock from Sesshoumaru's body, Sesshoumaru lifted himself to his knees, and put the power of his torso into his fist as he swung around. He was pleased to see Inuyasha flying into the nearest tree trunk.

 

“What!? What the hell was that for!?” Inuyasha shouted as he jumped to his feet, reeling from his body's confusion and from the very rude ending to his well thought out plans.

 

“You bit me, you ungrateful half-breed!”

 

Ah, there was the real Sesshoumaru, finally showing his full colors, bright and ugly. “I thought you'd appreciate the fact that I just mated you!”

 

Sesshoumaru's eyes widened. “Mated? You call this mating? Where in the world did this idea happen to infect your inherently diseased brain?”

 

“You mean it doesn't work like that?” Inuyasha asked, confused as hell and ready to pulverized Miroku. Of course, Sesshoumaru's insults flew right past his ears without effect. They had become ineffectual years ago. As far as he was concerned, Sesshoumaru could have been declaring his love. Such sweet endearments.

 

Sesshoumaru sucked in a deep breath and let it rush out of his lungs, a purely cleansing act to be sure. He absolutely did not engage in petty displays of frustration, unless it involved the crossing of swords. However, at this moment, the only sword he had was as limp as a noodle. Words would have to do.

 

“You have been led to believe that sinking those razor sharp fangs into a creature's skin constitutes mating, correct?”

 

“Well, yeah…” Inuyasha hesitantly answered. He felt like an idiot. But hell, no one else had told him any different.

 

“For future reference, our kind mate by exchanging gifts. Do not think I have been lax in my duty,” Sesshoumaru said in what seemed to be a warning as he strode up to Inuyasha and flicked the pretty choker that adorned the length of flesh, something that had always been such a marvelous squeaky toy. “You have not given me yours. That is all that is necessary,” Sesshoumaru growled while trying to calm his obsession with that inevitable squeak and gurgle that came with wrapping his hand around and squeezing Inuyasha's throat.

 

The fact that his beast had initiated a mating endeavor frustrated him to no end. Again, choices had been taken from him. His fingers tingled with the need to relieve his pent up anger, and Inuyasha's neck was the closest target. He unquestionably needed some serious rehabilitation—perhaps killing something other than his future mate.

 

While Sesshoumaru was staring at his neck, Inuyasha's eyes widened in horror and his jaw dropped. In a purely defensive move, he quickly slammed his mouth shut. “I'm not giving you my teeth,” mumbled between his lips. Sickening visions of Totosai's lemon sucking lips—or lack thereof—swam through his head. Had he known that taking Sesshoumaru's teeth meant he had to give the same, he would have outright rejected the offer.

 

“Teeth?” Sesshoumaru questioned, his eyebrows lifting under the fringe of his silver, sweat-soaked bangs.

 

“You gave me yours, but there's no way I'm giving you mine,” hissed through Inuyasha's teeth. He punctuated his determination with a flaming glare that didn't even singe his eyeballs.

 

“Ah,” Sesshoumaru actually chuckled. The humor he found in his brother's ridiculous notion released some of his pent up aggravation. “Your teeth are not necessary.” Smile lines appeared at the corners of Sesshoumaru's eyes, even though there was only a hint of an upward tug on his lips.

 

Inuyasha dropped his head and shuffled his feet, embarrassed as hell. “Well, um, I did make something for you, but I haven't been able to give it to you…because of your condition and all.” If he told Sesshoumaru that the medicated potion would ruin the cloth, it might give away the surprise. What he found odd was that he had been going through the mating process without any direction whatsoever. It had only seemed natural.

 

“Hn, and when were you planning to be bestow me with such an honor?” Sesshoumaru asked. The thought that, not only had his beast betrayed him, but that Inuyasha had been preparing to mate him without permission, crawled through his belly like disgusting sludge. Meanwhile, on what he deemed the considerably damaged section of his brain, whoops of celebration could be heard. He supposed that his father was responsible for that dysfunction. Why was it that he respected the pervert so much? He was beginning to wonder.

 

“I guess, if we got cleaned up, I could show it to you,” Inuyasha surmised, not quite sure that he was ready to put his gift in harms way. There was a matching piece that he could keep hidden He had worked very hard over the past few nights, adding sparkling trim, reminiscent of Sesshoumaru's original clothing, on the left shoulder, sleeve hems, and down the ends of the sash. The sparkle of jewels sewn through a net of his own white, opalescent, hair strands gave him an unaccountable pride. Fortunately, it was for a good cause; otherwise, there could possibly be some serious questions about his masculinity. Sewing was a girl thing, but he thought he'd done a good job in keeping it manly.

 

Against his wishes, Inuyasha's offer unaccountably sent skittering tickles through Sesshoumaru's muscular tummy and curiosity loomed as large as his father on a bad day. `Damn, I'm turning into such an imbecile. Nevertheless, this is too intriguing to ignore.'

 

“I accept,” he stated with much formality then spun on his heel and headed toward the river. What he didn't notice was the slight bounce in his step.

 

A smile stretched across Inuyasha's face as he followed the beautiful, bouncing, buns of steel into the river. `Who knew that Sesshoumaru was such a sap?'

 

Every day brought new surprises from Inuyasha's brother. This had definitely been a journey of discovery. The stuckup snob had a sense of humor, albeit, morbid. There were things that actually made the sullen youkai happy and content, something Inuyasha would have previously sworn was downright impossible. The most gratifying discovery was that Sesshoumaru was a dingbat, a complete and overall screwball. All of his marbles were loose. He was as fickle as the weather. Definitely insane. Now that Inuyasha knew his brother's weakness, he could use it to control the fucked up bastard. If only he had the intelligence. That would come with time. He was sure of it.

 

Anticipation shortened Sesshoumaru's bath. Over the past few days, the innumerable times Inuyasha had had water in his ears achieved the same results. In mere minutes, Inuyasha, clad from the waist down, had carefully withdrawn the blue material from his bag. He was nervous that his gift would not be up to Sesshoumaru's standards. The tension brought out his inherent impulse to strike something. However, his most frequent target, standing in front of him, was no longer on the list of acceptable targets. Of course, that notion could always be rescinded. Disregarding all of his misgivings as cowardice, Inuyasha lifted the bundle of fabric toward Sesshoumaru and waited in agonizing silence while the model of the century unfolded his gift.

 

When Sesshoumaru lifted the article of clothing, he stared in awe at the intricate patterns adorning the material. The artwork was simple as opposed to overly elaborate. Stunning. The silk wasn't of the highest grade, but it would do well enough. Oh, the color! It quite nicely coordinated with the midnight blue of the cursed brand on his forehead. He frowned at the fact that his curse would be made more prominent. It couldn't be helped. Inuyasha was ignorant of his lineage and for that he would forgive the boy.

 

Sesshoumaru lowered the robe, careful to keep the hem from touching the ground. In order to amuse himself, simply because he was in such a bright mood, he managed to keep his face in a neutral mask and stared at Inuyasha. Phase One, wind him up, complete.

 

“Well, don't just stand there! Do you like it?” an agitated Inuyasha inquired from the other side of the remolded bed sheets.

 

Full ahead, Phase Two, watch him spin. Sesshoumaru waited, impatient behind the stoic gaze.

 

“Fine! If you aren't going to say anything then you must not like it. Give it back, you bastard!” Inuyasha shouted swiping for the cloth.

 

Phase Two, complete. It had always been so easy.

 

Sesshoumaru easily swished the robe out of Inuyasha's reach then turned around to walk away, a wicked grin secretly blooming across his face. The adorable Fluffy-of-the-Subconscious was dying of ecstasy and some of that elation couldn't help but to rub off on Sesshoumaru's seemingly separate psyche. Though Sesshoumaru didn't quite understand it, somehow, Life no longer appeared so unfair. Something significant had been added to his world of a worshipping toad, a faithful steed, and an adoring child; a mate.

 

`Mine!'

 

`Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine,' Fluffy chanted and Sesshoumaru didn't mind at all.

 

`No haiku!' Sesshoumaru demanded.

 

`Anything! Mine, mine, mine…' On and on the goofball continued and Sesshoumaru could have cared less.

 

“Hey! What do you think you're doing!?” Inuyasha yelled, rushing ahead of Sesshoumaru and turning to face him. Now he was getting really pissed off. The asshole had taken the gift without a word. There had been no thanks, no critique on his workmanship, nothing! If it weren't for the fact that the precious article was in Sesshoumaru's hands, he would be pulverizing the bastard.

 

Sesshoumaru could no longer keep up the farce. In one spinning whirl, he had the robe on his body and the sash tied into a simple bow and knot. Without hesitation, he reached out and yanked Inuyasha to his chest. “It's beautiful, Mate,” he whispered into the top of Inuyasha's head.

 

So many things hit Inuyasha all at once that his head felt lopsided. He was certain that Sesshoumaru did not have that wretched bone in hand. The blast to his head had to be astonishment. Sesshoumaru's transformation had happened so fast and in such a magical fashion that Inuyasha's head was spinning. No doubt about it, the guy had talent. He should have been modeling for the noblewomen, not that he didn't strut his stuff enough. And now, Inuyasha was plastered to Sesshoumaru's chest, held in place by a vise-like grip. It was incredibly warm and comfy, and smelled good, too.

 

Now all he had to do was deal with the uproar of emotions. Sesshoumaru had just called him `mate' and he was overjoyed beyond imagination. That thrill directly clashed with a foreboding. He wasn't so easily discouraged though. He would wrestle that anxiety into the dirt, where his face might shortly be planted.

 

`Yes, `mate'! No! Not good. Yes, good! Jealous females. Fuck `em! Ew! Right. Fuck mate! No, think! No, kiss! Sounds like a plan.'

 

All the while that Inuyasha was having this stimulating internal dialog, Sesshoumaru was attempting to squelch the urge to throw Inuyasha to the ground and roll all over that beautiful, sexy, little body. Then there would be a nap whilst surrounded in the luscious scent of `Half-Breed' perfume. After his strength was replenished and his ass healed, there would be the tactile indulgence of caressing responsive `Half-Breed' flesh and tasting delicious `Half-Breed' flavor.

 

Ah, this was the life, which, at that very moment, had to be all too short to enjoy. Life was back to being unfair again.

 

“Inuyasha! Inuyasha!” drifted from a far distance and the sound of fire-cat paw blasts speckled through the annoying female voice.

 

 

 

 

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Mad Maxx Coyote

Hi, Max! Thanks for the review. You know, I'm really anticipating the next chapter of your fic. It is so cool, what you have going on with Inu. Yeah, mm.org is being bad about updates. Maybe I've missed one of your chappies. I'll check. Well, now you know what Inu thinks! Next chappie, you get to see what his group thinks. ^_^ I'm glad you like the fic.

 

Trigger Happy Bitch

Hey, girl. Your reviews are always a highlight to my day. Thanks for the great rating and I'm happy you like my rendition of Naraku. Next up, our boy toy models on the catwalk. Naraku is so obsessed with his physical forms. Who will win the pretty boy contest!? LOL

 

Nikkie23534

Hi, Nikkie! Thanks for being such a loyal supporter, for the reviews, and for the great scores. Yeah, I figured that I hadn't given you all much in the way of lemons and Naraku would see things as smut. Just had to put some in there, but didn't want to write an entirely new lemon right away. Next chapter should be a little more exciting. ^_^

 

Gen50

Thanks for sticking with me. I haven't been watching tech shows, but you know how Naraku is always using tools that have futuristic characteristics. Yeah, this chapter was a replay and then some. I wasn't feeling up to another lemon, but Naraku had to be introduced before bringing him to the boys. Next chappie, it's a family reunion! ^_^

 

wbk

Thanks for the review! I'm glad you liked the fast pace. I only wanted to introduce Naraku and I had been so slow with updates that I churned it out a bit fast—difficult to do with meds making me sleep 20 out of 24 hours. I just couldn't make you guys wait another six months. It's a relief that you and others liked it. Hope you are happy with this chapter, even if it is short as well. Because of med changes, my chapters will be shorter, but at least, we can hope that they will come out more frequently. ^_^

 

moussajinx

Hi! I so miss you! Thanks for the review. Glad you liked the chapter. I wasn't sure how it would go over. So that you won't have to wait six months for each chapter, they will be shorter. Next up, let's see if Inu kills the perv, Miroku, if Kagome goes into a rage, and how our puppies fare against the gang. ^_^

 

harderfasterplease

Thanks so much for reviewing. Sorry about it dragging. The last year has sucked through many med changes. Please bear with me. I'm trying my best. Chapters will be shorter, but hopefully come out faster. Next up, the catwalk with the gang and Naraku. ^_^

 

LunarFang

Thanks for the review and the comment on the grammar. I don't have a beta anymore, but she taught me a lot. After not being able to read or write for ten years, comments like yours are a real confidence booster. Don't worry, we catch up with the gang in the next chapter. I didn't really want to draw out the story by focusing on them. It's bad enough that I haven't been able to update regularly. So glad you liked the chapter. I was worried. Thanks again!

 

 

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*Disclaimer*

 

Inuyasha and all associated characters are owned by Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I 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.