InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Ever After ❯ Chapter 12

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Chapter 12

 

Amber eyes snapped open and the figure was promptly startled for he had absolutely no idea what had happened, nor what he was doing lying in a huge bed. Wait… a frown crossed the round face. The surroundings were too familiar. And the scent…! The frown soon melted into a happy whine… oh he could just lie here all day buried in the lovely scent. The figure moved to do just that for the moment, trying to sink himself in the mountain of pillows lying over the soft bed, nuzzling them to his heart's consent never noticing the soft purring noises he unconsciously made.

 

“Smell good… mmm…!” he moaned softly before a thought hit him and he sat up abruptly surveying the room with keen eyes.

 

“So you've finally decided to reappear in the world of the living, gracing us with your divine presence.”

 

The sarcastic remark made him look up abrupt and an unceremonious squeak escaped his lips as Miroku struggled to get off the bed, managing to get himself perfectly entangled in the sheets and landing on the ground in an ungraceful thud.

 

“Se-Se-Sesshoumaru!”

 

“I can say you've a rather way interesting of pronouncing my name although I not quite sure I like it.” The inuyoukai quipped from where he was seated in a comfortable armchair in front of the fire, his amber eyes reflecting the dancing flames in the fireplace together with a hint of amusement at the incredulous look on the monk's face.

 

“Wh-Why?” he stammered again as he backed away into a corner, fear and sorrow radiating from him in waves.

 

The western lord sighed silently as he got up and traced his way slowly towards the distressed youth. “Care to elaborate your inquiry? I am afraid I not quite versed in answering one word questions.”

 

“Why am I here? Why did you save me? What happened? There was a demon and what…”

 

“Hn… you certainly ask a lot of question for a person who had just recovered from the effect of a vile poison not to mention experience of the near breaking of the bond.”

 

“Eh?!” Sesshoumaru smirked; the poor boy was too confused and scared to notice the changes. The western lord found his choice of vocabulary was surely entertaining.

 

“You managed to nearly kill yourself, yet again, might I add foolishly. I was quite disappointed by your aptitude, your previous attitude had me thinking you were stronger than you let on, yet you proved me wrong again with the imprudent way you behaved.”

 

“Ehhhh?!!!”

 

Sesshoumaru couldn't help but smile at the bewildered expression on Miroku's face as he squat… no inuyoukai never squatted… gracefully lowered himself down in front of his partner, sliding a lean finger under the monk's chin to hold it up in close observation.

 

“Your dramatics are really tiring, little monk, and the look certainly doesn't suit the mate of the western lord.”

 

“M-mate!?”

 

Sesshoumaru allowed himself a rare amused smile as a finger traced the single ivory lock before bringing it to his lips and placing a soft kiss on it. “It is good know that you are capable of other phrases as well, mate. However I would ask you to raise yourself from the ground, this is not a place befitting of you, my love.” he gently addressed, before he leaned in to place along lick on the monk's cheek, revelling in the sweet taste, something that he could easily get used to.

 

The unexpected action managed to scare the daylights out of Miroku and he gave another squeak promptly jumping onto his feet before realising that it was truly a wrong idea as the sheet covering him tangled into his feet once and he lost his balance landing in the arms of none other the daiyoukai himself.

 

This time Sesshoumaru chuckled, convincing a very white-faced Miroku that he had truly lost his mind. Perhaps the poison was making him hallucinate. Sesshoumaru never smiled, much less chuckled.

 

“Oh Buddha, help your servant. I seemed to have lost my mind.” he moaned trying to struggle to get away from the stoic figure the action causing a painful tug at his neck and hissed reaching up to touched the burning area his eyes widening in surprise and a gasp falling off his lips as realization hit him. He was marked…?

 

`Surprised, love?' Miroku stiffened, not at all realising that he was off the ground and in his mate's arm, being carried back onto the bed. He was more startled about the new mating mark on the junction of his neck and shoulder. He was also startled because he had felt the words of his mate in his mind rather than hearing it.

 

Sesshoumaru placed Miroku on the fluffy covers after all with a gentleness unknown of him. This was his precious other after all. Finally after so many years he understood his father's actions and just why the daiyoukai had looked so sated and happy in the company of the human female. Humans were not so despicable after all; he was just too stubborn and perhaps a victim of unbound jealousy to clearly notice it. Moreover this particular human was something of an enigma to him. The monk was a complete mystery on his own and that thrilled him to no end. Yes, this was one mystery he would most enjoy solving.

 

Miroku sat dazedly on the fluffy coverlet, a thousand thoughts racing through his mind, the prime one being that he was claimed. Why? Why would Sesshoumaru mark him? Was he really worth it? Wasn't the inu youkai at all angry of him attacking another potential mate? Where was the lady, anyway? And why the hell wasn't he feeling any pain or remorse? Why did he feel so calm and satisfied? Does being mated feel this way? What about the sinister beast that bared his claws from time to time? What was he now? Was he human or was he a demon? What was he?

 

`You're my mate, love' bemused aureate eyes snapped up looking into the ones much similar to his.

 

“Y-you… you are not talking but I can hear you.” Miroku stated, to which the daiyoukai simply smirked then nodded. “Am I going crazy?”

 

“Ah… I wonder.” Sesshoumaru simply replied watching his mate quietly before added more with his mind `however the blood and mating bond proves otherwise. You see we do share a very special connection.'

 

“Connection?”

 

“Hai. The blood bond which I had performed to save you from the snake poison allows our mind to be connected it was… one-way till I completed the mating bond. We…” suddenly he stopped sensing the aura of distress growing in mate. Miroku had his head bowed, his eyes hidden behind the untamed bond. “Miroku?”

 

“Why?” the monk whispered “Why would you save me? I've caused you nothing but pain! Why would you do all these things for me? You should have let me die… then I wouldn't have turned into a monster! I wouldn't have….”

 

Slap!

 

Stunned Miroku looked up again, his eyes watering as he caressed a reddened cheek.

 

“Never… ever call yourself that. I would not have my mate affront my family honour. What you are, my mate, is rare and… beautiful. No, perhaps you're not human anymore, but you aren't a vile beast either. You're special, to me and to everyone who cares for you. So never call yourself a monster. This Sesshoumaru will not hear those words again.” Sesshoumaru firmly stated before leaning to brush his lips against the inflamed area.

 

“But…”

 

`No buts, love.' Fingers under his chin brought it up as Sesshoumaru peered into the saddened eyes, His heart clenched at the utterly lost and haunted look in them. Had he caused this boy to suffer so much?

“I had always presumed that human were weak, worthless creatures. Yet you proved me wrong. You managed to worm your way in my heart, melting the glacial barriers I had so carefully woven with your inner fire. You never took away anything that I was not ready to give.” He informed, anticipating his mate's thoughts. “I just didn't want to accept the most wondrous gift you've given me. I was afraid. Hai, the great ruthless daiyoukai, lord of the western lands was afraid of the warmth you had brought me. I always defied father's thoughts… and the thought of walking the same path as he had scared me. But you broke through all my false defences. You cared, you noticed me for me, something that I have been craving secretly for since as long as I can remember. For that you'll always be precious to me. And no, I am most definitely sane, not a slave of magic or potion.”

 

“But lady Takehiko, you…” A finger on his lips silenced the monk yet again.

 

“She means nothing to me. I've found my true jewel and mere pebbles are nothing in its presence.”

 

With that the finger was replaced by gentle lips as the inuyoukai drew the monk into a tender kiss. Fingers slipped in through the long ebony locks to wrap around the slender neck, claws slowly teasing the area as Sesshoumaru nibbled on boy's lower lips coaxing them to open, a snake like tongue slithering into the wet cavern joining its mate in an eternal dance of love and carnal pleasure.

 

Miroku couldn't help but moan helplessly; it felt so right. The gentle warmth that wrapped around him chasing away the darkness of sorrow and agony, and making him complete. He knew he belonged here in those strong arms, the ones that mildly lowered him on the covers as a hard body settled over his. He never felt like this before and he was never going to give it up. After all, a humble servant always gratefully takes what Kami-sama has bestowed on him, that and more of the fact that all coherent thought was slipping off his mind as he was being devoured by his significant other.

 

Idly tracing a slow path from the juicy lips through the jaw line, Sesshoumaru reached his destination, nibbling along the contour of the soft cartilage of his ears. His beast nearly preened in appreciation as a hand wound into his ivory locks softly pulling him closer and a necessitous moan uttered. He growled in return as his eager tongue dove into the auditory canal, lathing it carefully before he moved on to nibble the soft skin behind the ear noticing how his mate arched into his body. Ah, this was something he needed to remember.

 

“Ahhh…”

 

A load moan fell off his lips as Miroku finally opened himself to the pleasure he was receiving, gently parting his legs to allow the daiyoukai to settle between them. He no longer feared the beast that rose within himself coexisting with his human self, in fact it only heightened his pleasure as his nails grew and he dragged them along Sesshoumaru's back tearing through the yukata that had covered his lean form.

 

Sesshoumaru stopped his journey of the lean throat and looked in the dilated pools of gold feeling the power rise in the boy's body. Raising himself momentarily he tore through the rest of clothing flung them somewhere before carefully peeling off the offending sheet covering Miroku's body. The inu youkai dipped his head again biting and nibbling the soft pale flesh of the vulnerable throat, turning it red.

 

“Mine…” He growled seeking assurance from the one under him. “Mine!”

 

“Yours…!” Miroku cried out as Sesshoumaru teased a rather sensitive arena near his collarbone. “Mine?” the younger one asked back, knowing somewhere that a verbal confirmation would only bind them closer.

 

“Always,” Sesshoumaru answered without a thought smiling as he felt the body under him relax and clawed fingers run along his spine raising a shiver.

 

Miroku felt the daiyoukai hiss in pleasure before one of his nipples was ravaged by a sinful tongue drawing circles around quickly hardening nub and sucking on it while it twin was tweaked between two fingers. He arched yet again; his head falling back his eyes closing and keening mewl falling off his lips as his swollen sex rubbed again Sesshoumaru's. His mind still couldn't process the fact it was Sesshoumaru the man he had been craving since the battle who was doing this to him. He wanted more of him, yes he was greedy he always had been and he didn't care anymore.

 

Sesshoumaru took his time as he inched lower dragging along a single line to the delicious hollow of the navel lying on the flat belly. The wanton moans, the keening mewls and incoherent words were music to his ears as Miroku cried out in need wanting nothing more than to be claimed in body and soul. Oh, but Sesshoumaru was too much of a bastard to give his mate the release he needed so easily, not when a delicious feast lay before him, he was always man of taste and took his time to savour the different flavours. And it was more than safe to say that the boy was eminently edible.

 

Journeying furthering he traced the `V' of his lower body lightly with his finger, followed by tongue feeling the boy arch and begin to purr happily his finger somehow trying to guide the tantalising lips to his dripping shaft. Sesshoumaru smirked as he moved very slowly towards his destined and placed a languorous lick underside the thick cock watching the visible shudder that ran down on the monk's body.

 

“More…” Miroku keened loosing himself to the world of lust.

 

Sesshoumaru complied as proceeded to place more licks on the shaft but didn't take him into his mouth, instead he feasted on the sensitive flesh of the twin globes between. He was rewarded with a cross between frustrated growl and helpless moan.

 

“Sesshou please…”

 

“Hush love, we are not there yet…” he gently rebuked. “Now roll over.” He instructed before getting impatient at his mate's slow pace, and turned him over himself. The action earned a surprised squawk followed by a displeased growl which turned with a soft mewl as fingers parted the wavy lengths of ebony to nibble soft area on the neck.

 

Miroku whimpered as his mind turned in a mush and his body quivered in need under the hard body that settled over his radiating an ecstatic heat from it. He clutched at the feather pillow burying his face in it and he cried out as fingers dragged in feather light touch along his spine before being suckled and kissed. He shifted slightly as lips found a rather ticklish spot near his waist; he was truly getting desperate, but knew Sesshoumaru was yet to end his pleasure-filled torture.

 

The daiyoukai slowly moved down, taking the pale skin of the succulent globes into lips, causing Miroku to writhe under him. Suckling on the pale globes for a moment enough to leave prominent teeth marks, he moved on to part them and dipping his tongue, finding the pinkish rosette. A sharp intake of breath followed by a throaty moan from above encouraged to him to push past the initial barriers and coat the area in preparation.

 

Miroku shivered and whimpered. The intrusion, though a bit uncomfortable, was welcomed. “Yesss…!” He hissed as he felt the tongue being replaced by a single finger burying itself and stretching him. Soon more followed, working themselves in and out as he promptly pushed back against them crying out when they brushed something deep inside sending waves of pure shocking ecstasy through his veins. He knew he wouldn't be able hold on much longer as a tongue was added to the mix snaking its way up the back of his knee up his thigh.

 

“Sesshhhh…. Please… I…I… I can't.” He cried out helplessly pleased when the torture ceased momentarily. He didn't want to release without his mate, it was essential. He heaved against the pillow, slowly calming himself as finger stroked his hair gently. He whimpered.

 

“Shhh… it's okay, I know.” Came the gentle reassurance and not before long the finger returned to their destination stretching him some more before he felt a wet presence near his entrance. Deft fingers lifted him slightly as intrusion began carefully. Lips found his mating mark, teasing the twin punctured sending shiver after shiver down his body and distracting from what little pain he might have felt.

 

Sesshoumaru took care not to cause his mate any pain; it was not acceptable by his beast. He worked with apt concentration balancing between pain and pleasure until he was fully sheathed in his mate. He waited, giving Miroku time to adjust and calm the visible tremors that ran through the monk's body. Damn, it felt good; the wet heat surrounding his shaft the tightness of it pressing his sensitive flesh making him want to pound mercilessly… yet he resisted.

 

A tentative thrust from Miroku, a few moments later, confirmed that he was ready and Sesshoumaru grunted in approval proceeding with his task on setting the eternal claim on his mate. Sweat covered bodies gleamed in the glow of the hearth fire, moving against one another, as grunts and moans of approval and urgency echoed through the quiet room.

 

Miroku finally found his voice above disjointed sounds of pleasure to plead the daiyoukai to go harder and faster, just what his beast and human self both needed at the moment; crying out when Sesshoumaru lost himself to youkai, his eyes reddening, clawing lengthening yet not puncturing the flesh it desperately held onto while thrusts became more violent and shallow.

 

Fangs extended burying into the mating mark placed to saved his life, drawing sweet blood into the hungry daiyoukai's lips as Miroku cried in sheer blind pleasure his claws tearing a feathered pillow, the feathers tossed up into the air by the power of the joining. Energy clacked fiercely around but neither of them noticed as bodies arched painfully, the point of return finally conquered, guttural roars escaping in unison, as both climaxed. Two lost souls finally merging and becoming whole again as they collapsed. Miroku's naked form buried under that of the Sesshoumaru, heaving and shuddering from the enormity of the act.

 

Being the first one to recover, Sesshoumaru set forth to lick the bleeding mark, cleaning and sealing it with care before removing himself and turning the nearly unconscious boy on his back. Smiling at the flushed mate he carefully cleaned themselves of the traces of fornication before adjusting his mate on the cover and placed a protective kiss on his forehead as he pulled the covers on their naked forms. World be damned as he settled beside his mate pulling the limp body into the arms letting the comforting silence to guide him into the arms of peaceful sleep never noticing the transcendental presence in his room.

 

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Lady Takehiko fumed pulling the yukata closer to her bandaged chest, her royal etiquette long forgotten as she stomped the path towards the daiyoukai's chamber. “How dare the lord not avenge her assaulter and instead care for him? I demand an answer and I want it now!” She had awoken a few moments earlier, her wound now almost healed and had confronted a trembling Jaken threatening the toad servant with his life and extracting the information regarding her attacker.

 

From what Jaken, who was closed at her heels trying to prevent her from barging into the currently volatile Sesshoumaru's chamber, had told her the filthy human had escaped after attacking her with the daiyoukai in close pursuit. But what was thought as a act of revenge soon turned into a deliberate attempt to save the wretched boy's life when a very bloody lord returned with a fevered human in his arms, almost dying of poison and illness and locked himself in his private chamber with an order to his favoured servant that he was not be disturbed for a while.

 

The scent was enough to confirm the lord's encounter with a savage boar demon rumoured to be recently striking dread into the hearts the nearby villages and jungle and its certain demise in his hands.

 

Her lips curled into a ferocious sneer as she approached the heavy doors and pounded on them noisily before kicking an affrighted Jaken in the hallway as he tried to convince the demoness against her action.

 

Not receiving any answer she growled cursing Sesshoumaru with vile epithets ever known to man or demon. Jaken moaned from where he lay upside down against a nearby wall trying to get his bearing together to stop the demoness before she hurt herself. He had felt a powerful joining tonight and also of another, something he hadn't felt for years.

 

Growling in frustration Takehiko finally decided to throw the doors open to confront the lord face to face however the door wouldn't budge. Heaving in exhaustion, she cursed Sesshoumaru's heritage and used her last energy to open the doors a crack before energy burst forth from inside the room throwing her unceremoniously against the opposite wall knocking her unconsciousness.

 

“Lady Takehiko!” Jaken squeaked as he scrambled to the lady's side to check on her. It would do no good if she died here, the last thing they needed was a war between the western and eastern lords. Lord Katsuro was a powerful ally and an equally dangerous enemy.

 

“She will live.”

 

The worldly voice ran a shiver his spine. He knew the voice and trusted it.

 

“Take her away from here.”

 

Nodding he mumbled under breath before setting forth to gather other servants and soon the demoness was carried back to her room. She would be dealt with in the morning, for now Jaken returned to where he felt the familiar presence was, knowing he would be needed.

 

“You've done well, Jaken, you have been faithful to your lord.”

 

To say the toad was proud was an understatement. he bowed in all sincerity in front of the glowing figure. “I did all I could my lady. I am honoured to serve his eminence.”

 

“Hai, and you shall continue to do so. And your loyalty, from now on, shall lie not only with the lord but also his mate.” the figured smirked at the toad's baffled expression.

 

“Human or not, Sesshoumaru's mate will be given equal respect and you shall make sure of his safety as you've done for Sesshoumaru.”

 

“Hai, my lady.” He bowed respectfully feeling the presence disappear. Although he was not quite happy with the arrangement he would never defy the orders. Shaking his head he disappeared down the hallway thinking about what new troubles the morning would bring.

 

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The feminine form reappeared inside the inuyoukai's bedchamber slowly gliding to where the two forms lay in each other's arms, in sated sleep. She smiled at the contented feature of Sesshoumaru, Oh how she longed for this moment.

 

“Finally… finally my beloved you have found true love. It has been a long wait but I can rest now knowing that you are protected and loved. Who is better than a human to teach you humility?” The shadowy figure smirked. “You no longer need me to watch over you, you will be fine now on. Be well, my lord… be well, my son.” She smiled before turning to his mate.

 

“You've given me the most precious gift, and for which I cannot thank you enough. I warm-heartedly welcome you to your clan, you who has presented my cherished with eternal happiness. Thank you.” She placed a glowing hand on the monk's forehead for a moment as her aura flared then removed it to reveal a crescent moon on his forehead similar to the one that adored Sesshoumaru's forehead.

 

Miroku simply shifted a bit in Sesshoumaru's arms a grateful smile gracing his face in his sleep. “Take care of my son and keep him safe for only few know of the gentle and loyal heart behind the cold and ruthless exterior. You've broken the barrier to a heart which has endured enough pain and forlornness; a heart that has just begun to heal. Love him… that is all I wish.”

 

With that she disappeared leaving behind the new couple in each other's loving presence, content in the knowledge the Sesshoumaru, her son had finally found happiness.

 

Author Notes: This thing about Sesshy's mom was a last minute idea. Hope you liked it. Thanks to all who had put in their views about this story, you people really make my day.

 

I would also like to thank my beta Mollie for helping out with these chapters. You are a great help!

 

Anyway people don't forget to drop in a word or two, they are greatly appreciated. Suggestions, criticisms are welcome as long as no there are no vile words.

 

Miyuki

 

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