InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Damnation ❯ the dinner from hell ( Chapter 2 )

<><><> *To keep your marriage brimming with love in the loving cup, when your wrong<><><>

<><><> admit it, when your right shut up.*<><><>

^*^*^*Chapter 2: the dinner. *^*^*^

*I got lost. My apologies Lady Izayo.* I stated. I avoided eye contact. She nodded in understanding, but I had the sneaking suspicion, that she did not believe me. Sighing I headed towards my place at the table. I sat down quietly at my place by my intended and focused my full attention on the table cloth, to avoid the other people*s questioning looks. I can*t really remember having eaten anything, but I know for a fact that I did.

*So, my dear, why were you late?*My father asked looking at me with a curious expression on his face. I cringed. On the one hand I did not want to lie, and on the other hand I didn*t want to tell the truth. So I told him a half-truth.

*I got myself lost. It has been far too long since I have been here.* I said it plainly and glared at my fiancé out of the corner of my eye. Ass. I waited and hoped desperately that he would not inquire further. He didn*t. Someone else did.

*Are you not excited about tomorrow?* I groaned mentally at the squeaky voice. The gods must really hate me and take pleasure in my pain. I looked up and over to the speaker. The short black haired girl was watching my intended with lustful eyes. I would have laughed had the look not angered my inner-self. I was seriously debating whether or not to disembowel her. Then I realized what I was thinking. Who cared if she wanted him? Not me. It was good someone did otherwise I might have pitied him.

Back to the question the wench had asked. How did one answer such a question without hurting one of the parties involved? Namely, our parents. So I did the first think that popped into my head. I shrugged.

Dinner progressed after that, but it seemed to last for forever. Especially when the girl, Yura, kept talking about tomorrow*s party, and how much she loved the idea of me and him mating. I knew nothing could be farther from the truth. She had been trying to get Sess as a mate since the day she took her first steps. It was in her favor that she had lived in the same castle as Sess for as long as I could remember. I almost wished that she and he had ended up together that way I wouldn't be the one stuck with him. But sadly all I had ever seen Sess show her was a cold indifference. The same thing he treated everyone with. Well, except me, as of late, that is.

She had been absolutely furious about our parents' decision and had done her best to ruin every single one of my visits. So I rather seriously doubted that she had finally given up on having him as her mate. The table was pretty empty with just the seven of us at the large Mahogany table, but I knew that this was just the calm before the storm.

I had no doubt in my mind that Izayo and my own mother, Sakura, had invited half the demons in the country to tomorrow*s event. I rolled my eyes. I stared at my plate avoiding everyone else. Such things as tomorrow*s event were always so very stressful because the other people were constantly causing trouble. On numerous occasions Sess and I have been challenged over each other. Pride was the only thing that had made us fight for the other, so I thought. There was one time in particular that I remember well. It was when the prince of the Southern lands challenged my intended for me. Sess of course was honor bound to fight him. He would have fought anyways though. No one insults the great Lord Fluffy. (That*s what Yasha calls him.) I giggled out loud and everyone turned to look at me. I gave them an amused innocent look. Damn. I shrugged and stated simply, *Lord Fluffy.* I knew it was enough of an answer for them as to why I had laughed.

My parents gave me a disproving look, Inutaisho and his mate laughed softly, Yura gaped in horror. I shrugged and went back to staring at my plate. I knew I would pay for that later with the way Sess was glaring at me.

Anyways back to Koga challenging Sess. It was maybe the fiercest battle I had ever seen before. Needless to say Koga left that night with a lot less blood and a few healing souvenirs. He was lucky he had not been killed like a few of the other contenders that had challenged my intended. If he was anything, he was very strong. That was the day that I learned that making Sesshomaru furious was not a very good idea if you wanted to live long.

Once dinner was finished I all but ran to my room. I was in the middle of brushing my hair when somebody entered my room without knocking. The nerve. I looked behind myself using the mirror. I held back the gasp of surprise that threatened to escape my lips. I quickly came to the conclusion that furious indignation would be the best response to this situation. I stood and pulled my robe around me tightly and turned to face the intruder. I sent him a glare that would have scared most demons. Then again, Sess was not most demons. He was a whole lot sexier. I smacked myself mentally. He gazed at me coolly and I glared back. I knew that the punishment for my earlier comment was forthcoming.

*What do you think you are doing in my room?* I hissed narrowing my eyes at him; I was not the happiest demon in the world. He raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at me. Then he took a step forward. I took two steps back. He stopped and glared at me as I had been glaring at him moments before. He did it better than I did.

*I do not have to explain myself to you.* He answered and I practically saw the iciness in the words as they left his mouth. He was definitely irritated. Good, because so was I. I rolled my eyes at him and turned back towards the mirror. I grabbed a random ribbon and used it to tie back the ebony locks of my hair. I turned back towards him. I walked gracefully passed him going to the door. I opened it wide.

*Then leave, if there is no purpose for your presence here.* I watched my feet intently as I waited for him to leave. Instead I found myself pinned up against the door I had just been holding open, which was now closed. I sighed heavily. Damn him. I knew why he was angry. I*d told him what to do. No one told him what to do.

I leaned back against the strong redwood door and wished that it would just swallow me up for I did not want to deal with his ire. It did nothing to help. We were obviously back to the whole *submission* thing. I growled deeply in warning baring my teeth as I did. *Get off of me.* He huffed blowing warm air into my face. It was soft, it felt, nice. Damn it, I would not give in so easily. He would not seduce me. Not without a fight. I did not want a repeat of earlier. Or did I?

No. I didn*t, but as I am always saying, turnabout is fair play. So I moved closer to him. I pressed my body up against his own warm and, soft?, one. I gave him a wicked smile baring my milky white canines. He would rue the day. He tensed, but relaxed again once I placed a soft kiss at the base of his neck. He thought he had won. I smirked inwardly. Then I turned the tables so quickly his head spun.

I smiled triumphantly as I held him up against the door. Then he smirked. Shit.

I backed up slowly my smile vanishing. I put my hands up. Oh shit. Then he pounced. I landed roughly on the hard wood floor with a large demon on top of me. He glared down at me but I could see the self satisfaction in the depths of his brassy eyes. I pouted, damn and blast. I'd been bested again. To say my pride was injured was an understatement. He leaned his head down to my shoulder and he bit it. Not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough to send shivers down my spine. I scoffed at my reaction. I had no control. He began nipping at the curve of my throat. I tried turning my head to the side to make him desist, but it had no effect on the demon lord. This was about the time that I realized that he had both of my hands in his own. Our fingers were interlaced and they were lying on the floor on either side of my head. Damn him to hell, but it felt good.

I*m not exactly sure why, but I didn*t struggle anymore after that. He stopped torturing my neck and instead his lips sought to reacquaint themselves with mine. My brain became instantly befuddled. Despite my befuddled mind I could still heard him growling at me. Why did he keep growling that? What was wrong with him? To be honest those thoughts did not have a chance against the havoc his tongue was wreaking on my mouth. I lay there underneath him on the hard floor, battling his tongue with my own. It was surreal. Something I had never seen myself doing with him before. It was, odd. He released my hands and they immediately buried themselves in his hair. It was rough but had an oddly soft quality to it, much like my own. Only his locks were a luminescent silver. I moaned as his hand cupped my breast. Through the thin material of my nightgown I could feel the heat from his palm. His thumb brushed against my already rock hard nipple. I shivered and pulled him closer to myself. He growled again. I ignored it. I whimpered like a pup when his lips left mine. Only to gasp as they closed over the taut nipple. I bit down on my lip and arched my back up. He pulled away from my breast and his mouth returned to mine. I sighed. His hand resumed it*s exploration of my body. It traveled slowly across my stomach and down one leg only stopping when it reached my knee. The hand moved to my inner thigh. He drug his claws up along the silky skin. As it moved upwards it moved the nightgown with it. I moaned as his hand came to a stop over the center of my body. He bit down on my bottom lip roughly and I tasted the coppery blood that came from the small cuts. I whimpered in complete ecstasy. Then he abruptly pulled away. He stood up and left.

He left. He left me lying there on the floor in an undignified heap of hair and clothing. I was aching and fought down the need to run after him and beg him to come back. That had been his intention obviously. To get me so desirously crazy that I would beg for his touch. What a sadistic asshole. I rose to my feet slowly and walked over to my vanity to re-brushed my hair. Then I climbed into my bed pulling the covers up to my chin. I fell into a quick sleep, but the few seconds before I sank into the oblivion that sleep provided, I promised myself that I would get revenge, and soon.