InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Command and Conquer ❯ Command and Conquer ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Sesshoumaru catches on that Kouga has touched something that belongs to him, and moves to rectify the situation.

*headdesk* So, I'm a het writer. I like het, it makes me happy. I cried a little on the inside when I found out I had to write yaoi, lol, but I'm actually relatively proud of it! Everyone loved it, so I think I'm just being biased towards het...

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.16.2009 | Updated On: 06.16.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed

Love and Hate. The line between the two is so fragile, but honestly the line wasn't even an issue at this point. Even as Sesshoumaru ran his claws possessively through a river of sable locks, wrenching the wolf's head back even further, and felt the gentle caressing of a tail across his backside as he slammed unforgiving into the growling youkai, he could never attest to even a glimmer of love for the one that writhed beneath him. Nor could he admit to hatred for the ookami that currently snarled the inuyoukai's name. He did not come into this transaction searching for either emotion. Like everything else that was Sesshoumaru, this was business.

If he had not been paying attention, he never would have caught it. The fact that they had hidden such a thing from him for any length of time caused the Lord of the Western Lands to seethe. But no longer was it hidden. It was all too obvious to anyone but the ningens, that the battles that had frequented Inuyasha's and Kouga's existence were suddenly more like dancing, more like foreplay. Hands lingered too long where they should not, both gazes held hunger that could not be satiated in combat, and as anger boiled behind the golden orbs of the one true spectator to this blasphemy, Sesshoumaru realized that the wolf had once again encroached upon territory that was not his, and he would pay dearly for it.

He cornered the arrogant ookami a distance from Inuyasha's camp one moon-filled night, pinning him against a tree with his claws wrapped none so gently around the smirking youkai's throat. Sesshoumaru silently reprimanded himself for allowing the mangy cur to antagonize him so, all the while staring daggers at his over-confident captive.

“Touch what is not your's again wolf, and I will be more than willing to relieve you of your hands.” Malice laced the Lord's words even as venom laced his claws, pricking the now-laughing Kouga's throat.

“Hah! You honestly think what you claim you keep?! Look, just because the better youkai won out, you shouldn't be upset you were out-done and put in your place. Maybe he got tired of trying to teach an old dog new tricks.” The insolent grin that was presented to the inuyoukai was enough to turn golden orbs to ones of crimson red, and as he dragged him down the tree to pull him a hair's breadth from the enraged youkai's own face, he grabbed the simple pelt around the wolf youkai's waist, and all semblances of a smile disappeared from Kouga's visage.

In a disturbing show of emotion, a feral sneer graced Sesshoumaru's face, distorting it to true demonic proportions, and as his flimsy pelt was ripped away, leaving him bare to an infuriated youkai he felt something he would have preferred to have called fear, but the reaction his body provided told him otherwise. This fact was not lost on Sesshoumaru, for it was with a predatory showing of fang and lightening speed that Kouga found himself face down at the base of the tree, his head roughly pinned beneath angry talons and his bare ass lifted and exposed, tail thrashing wildly. As he felt a rough hand grasp and yank hard on said tail, he was nearly brought to the ground as the Lord placed his full weight upon the wolf's back and whispered menacingly into a pointed ear before dragging his tongue along the edge from lobe to tip, eliciting an involuntary shudder.

“If you want to talk about places, pup, then I will be more than happy to show you yours. Pay attention, I'm sure even this old dog will teach you something new.” And with that, the Lord of the Western Lands pillaged the Prince of the Southern Wolf Tribe in one hard stroke.

Had Sesshoumaru not had a firm grip on the wolf youkai's tail, he most probably would have been dragging him out of the branches of the nearest tree. The once-arrogant ookami that thought to provoke the great Sesshoumaru was currently digging his claws into the lichen covered roots of the tree before them in a desperate attempt not to yell out, an attempt at which he was failing. With a wicked smile on his face Sesshoumaru quickened his speed and angled himself deep inside the writhing Kouga. Soon enough the yells became moans, and moans became growls and snarls, and the once unwilling ookami became pliant and slammed himself backwards with every forward thrust the inuyoukai made. Claws scraped against bare skin, and elongated fangs tortured Kouga's neck as a hot tongue soothed it. Writhing beneath the youkai atop him, the wolf could feel the coil in the pit of his stomach tighten, and moments before spots of white light blurred his vision Sesshoumaru slammed into him with bruising force, and howled his victory. As he emptied himself into the plundered wolf, Kouga howled his own release.

Both so caught up in their own receding orgasm, they are caught unaware, and neither hear the crashing through the trees until a crimson and silver blur alights only feet from the spent youkai, anger and hurt emanating from every pore.

“What the FUCK?! You whore, how could you do this to me?!” The guilty parties exchanged questioning looks, and though neither wanted to ask it, Kouga took one for the team.

“Um, which one of us are you talking to?”