InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Frozen ❯ When your hearts not open ( Chapter 4 )

Title: Frozen
Author: DeityOfDeath
Archive: Yes please...
Pairings: Inu Yasha/ various, Inu Yasha/Sesshomaru mentions of Inu Yasha/Kagome and Inu Yasha/ Kikyo
Category: Drama, romance, slash, Mpreg, yaoi
rating: NC-17/R
Spoilers: Most likely.
Warnings: Yaoi, Lemon, Non-con, Mpreg, Incest, SPOILERS!
Disclaimers: I never have nor will I ever own Inu Yasha or its chars. They are property of Rumiko Takashi and major companies.

Note from Author: Thank You for reading and supporting fan fiction! Enjoy and please review!

The chapter titles are lyrics from the song "Frozen” by Madonna


Chapter 4: When Your Heart's not open

I traveled the roads more often than the woods lately. My victories over the few demons that dared crossed my path left me in high spirits and perhaps cockier than I should have the right to be. Humans who saw me usually gave me room and tried to not look me in the eye. There were others who tried to provoke me and start trouble but I usually gave them a glare and walked away. I didn't need the added trouble they caused and it wouldn't gain me anything in the end.

I would sometimes sit high in treetops or on rooftops and watch normal humans in their everyday actions and it was during these watching sessions that one human in particular caught my attention. He was no older than twenty full seasons and he was an unusual one to behold. He was tall and what I saw of his body seemed toned and muscled but not overly so. He wore the clothes of monkhood and it hid most of his body. I was not truly interested in the same sex but this man in particular had caught my attention with his high cheekbones and deep inset eyes always with a friendly and calm look to them. His lips were full but always set in a serious way but those eyes seemed so full of life, humor and happiness that you hardly noticed the serious set of his mouth. He had yet to shear his hair off and what he had was long and kept in a ponytail at his back barely noticeable against his ebony monks clothes; only the shine of it giving you any indication that he was yet un-sheared.

He usually kept his straw hat in place and from what I observed he only removed it when he thought no one was looking.

I watched him and somewhat followed him but only from my high perches. At times he would stop and look in my direction, and then he would smile and continue on his way. If he saw me he acted no differently and said nothing to those he occasionally traveled with nor the villagers in the places he stopped. I wondered if there more than one reason he had chosen the monkhood as his calling. Something in him called to me and I wondered if he didn't possess just a bit of power. Perhaps he had the blood of some demon, god or goddess in his family way back in his bloodline.

As the new moon approached I had made the decision to visit the town he was currently assisting in.

I must have been crazy if not totally insane with infatuation for him and yet I didn't seem worried enough to not go through with my plans.

As night fell I felt the change take hold and once it was finished and I was once again an ebony haired and brown eyed human I entered the town and found myself following eagerly behind his other followers as he made his rounds. It wasn't until he had stopped at an old shrine in the middle of two out of the way homes to pray, that I realized I was the only one following him.

Once he had finished his prayer he wrapped his beads around his hands and stood fully turning to look at me.

“So young one, tell me what has enticed you to follow me all evening long,” as asked as he stared down at me with those deep ebony eyes.

I had no answer for him, none that I could easily say without sounding strange.

“Let us start with simpler questions, what is your name,” He asked as he took a seat upon a stone marking the next town's direction.

“Yasha,” I responded softly.

“What an unusual name,” he commented looking me over.

“I am told my father named me,” I replied honestly.

“And where are your parents,” he asked with that enchanting grin in place.

I was unsure how to answer his question and it must have shown on my face because he answered for me as if he could read the answer on my face or worse yet as if he had pulled it from my mind.

“They are in the next realm,” he stated and not asked.

I nodded silently and his eyes lost their happiness momentarily.

“Are you looking for a place to belong,” he asked.

I was but I knew it couldn't be with him or with any others he knew. He was a trained monk and monks and demons were like oil and water; not a good mix.

“No. I just wanted to talk,” I answered.

His smile returned and he nodded, “You are a strange one Yasha but not in a bad way.”

That made me smile and he stood up and approached me placing his hand upon my head and patting it softly.

It mad me happy and yet I felt slightly insulted.

“I'm not a child,” I responded but didn't shake off his touch.

“I apologize, Yasha. You look young, how many years are you,” he asked taking a good look at me.

I couldn't give him the truth; no human looked as I did at sixty years so I tried to think of an age that I was close to in human years.

“Are you uncertain,” he asked.

I nodded and he looked at me thinking, “I can hazard a guess of fourteen years but I could be wrong. If you have lived a hard life your weight and height would be off leaving you closer to fifteen or sixteen.”

I fiddled with my hakama sleeves and asked, “My age doesn't matter for us to continue meeting and talking does it.”

“What a silly question, of course not,” he replied looking at me with a look of amusement and bewilderment.

I couldn't help but grin and he in return grinned.

His smile was bright and contagious in nature and so I found myself drawn like a moth to a flame which was unusual because those who had the power to purify demons often had the opposite effect on demons and hanyou alike.

“What is your name,” I asked excited to learn one more detail about him.

He smiled at me as he made his reply, “Hatsunuma Kyoshiro.”

“Hatsunuma-sama, or is it Sensei,” I asked as I felt my chest fill with happiness at saying his name for the first time.

“Since I am to call you Yasha how about you just call me Kyoshiro?”

“Kyoshiro,” I said it aloud and he smiled and patted me on the head saying `good boy' as he did so.

It was hard to believe that such a simple thing could make me feel like the darkness that seemed to hover around me had been chased away.

And so we talked all the way into the night until I had to say my farewell with the promise of meeting him on the next new moon. Days became long bothersome things and for the first time since my mother's death I looked forward to my human night. I continued with my odd behavior of following him and watching him interact with others and I felt apart of his world if only for a while and then for the briefest of time I would change and meet up with him again and we would spend our time talking.

We did this rain or shine, always meeting at some shrine; old or new, for over half a year.

Each time we got closer and finally after our sixth meeting I found myself pulled and desperate to see him.

On that night it was thundering and lightening and the shrine was old and abandoned one that should be demolished if not refurbished and even the awning over the shrine itself failed miserably at keeping the rain off of me from where I stood waiting for Kyoshiro.

Upon his arrival he immediately took me in his arms, holding me close which was a wonderful moment in itself and made more wonderful when in panic I told him his clothes would get soaked if he didn't let go.

It was not the first time he had held me so close but each time was like the first and left me with a fluttery jittery feeling.

He laughed full throated and jovial, “Have you not noticed that I am drenched to the bone dear Yasha?”

I blushed and tried to hide my face in the crook of his arm but he would not allow it as he pulled my face up and connected our lips. So warm and soft and they tasted of rain and green tea. I closed my eyes and he walked forward moving me forward with him until we bumped into the old sliding door of the shrines main building.

Our lips moved and soon they parted and his tongue invaded my mouth like an eel wriggling in a cave. It was not unpleasant but new and my gasp of surprise allowed him to plunder my mouth fully. That was something new and he seemed to enjoy the surprise he had given me as he drew back and grinned down at me with my pink dusted cheeks and lust filled blank expression.

“My little Yasha your face makes me feel impure and full of evil. You truly remind me of a virginal Ashura. A child of temptation that has lured me to sin and yet I don't feel the least bit repentant.”

I blushed even more if possible and my limbs trembled with excitement as I clenched his robes in my small hands. He lifted me into his arms and carried me into the shrine past creaking and almost falling off the hinges sliding doors. We entered through a second set of doors which he slid closed with his foot and the proceeded forward. He came to the wall where shrine shelves would usually have held offerings and statues but instead they were bare.

He sat me upon the shrine and proceeded to attack my ears and neck working his way down to my collar, his hands busy removing my haori and hakama as he did so. I was too lost in sensation and pleasure to really realize what he was doing and I was far more interested in his lips behind my ear and his fingers toying with my sensitive nipples to notice that I was down to last layer of clothing before he would reach my fundoshi.

He divested my body of all clothing and I sat there gasping and shaking staring down at him realizing that I was the only one bare for the world to see.

I tugged on his robes with trembling hands, “Off,” I demanded.

He smiled and kissed my nose and nodded, “As my Ashura demands of me.”

And so I watched as flesh was revealed and awed as my previous assumptions of a well chiseled chest and abs were revealed. His arms were muscled and toned and his hips were even more so. He stood still grinning letting me take in his full body and came close so that my small hands could play along his arms first and then his chest and stomach, his abs making me jealous with the muscles that stuck out. I reached up and placed my hands on his face and pulled him down so that I could kiss his lips, his cheeks and his forehead before returning to his lips. This time I explored the feeling of his mouth, cheeks and tongue pulling away and grinning up at him as we both gasped for lost breath.

I watched as he leaned in and once again kissed his way down my lips, chin, neck and chest and continued downward stopping to kiss and lick at my belly causing me too writhe and gasp. Instinct brought my fingers to mouth and I chewed on them when I was at a loss as to what to do with them.

He continued down and came to my fundoshi which he untied and then set aside as he gazed down at my now fully nude body. My erection was pink and weeping as it pointed upward as if pointing at him accusingly for having caused its current condition.

He reached down and gently stroked his fingers along it bringing forth mores gasps and moans from my mouth as I shook like a blade of grass in the wind. He finally took firm grasp of it and proceeded to stroke up and down; my member encased in his warm hand as he did so, my leaking fluids causing his ministrations to go more smoothly.

I opened my dampened eyes and watched as lifted his other hand sucked two fingers into his own mouth thoroughly coating them in his saliva. He removed his fingers and I watched as they disappeared past his stroking hand and I felt slickened fingers part me and then circle my entrance slowly. I closed my eyes as memories flooded back of the men and what they had done.

What they had done felt nothing like this but would it go in that direction, would things take a turn for the worse?

I felt the first finger slide past yielding flesh and enter deep inside where it only stayed still for a moment before he began to move it in and out slowly and then he stretched deep inside of me and I felt him touch something that tore a loud moan from throat and jolted pleasure throughout my body.

He slid in and out touching that place repeatedly and purposely as he did so stopping and then pulling out. I felt disappointment and then I felt stretched even more as a single finger became two and he repeated the process once more of stretching me while reaching for that pleasurable spot. He did this one more time adding a third finger before removing them completely.

I lay there gasping, fighting for breath as I heard him spit. I looked up and watched him place his spit covered palm on his own red and aching member and stroke it as he had my own, slicking it as he did so. He did this two more times and then I watched as he brought that hardness between my thighs and opened me further as his hips came fully between them. He moved slowly, pushing that slick warmth past my stretched entrance until the tip of him finally entered. He stopped giving me time to adjust and then he pushed further in and stopped again. He did this every few inches until I could feel his hips flush against my bottom, meaning he filled me completely.

I gasped and struggled not to move away from him. It was painful but not nearly as horrible as my first experience and although I was stretched and felt overly filled I did not feel torn or ripped, just `full'.

He once again took my member began pumping it, bring it to life once more and as he did so he slowly pulled out and then back in until he found a rhythm. It seemed to take little or no time for the blinding pleasure to overtake me as I screamed his name and blinding flashes of light overcame my vision and I writhed in his arms like a snake on fire as he too fulfilled his completion and pleasure deep inside my body.

We lay there gasping and I realized that happy tears were slipping from my eyes.

There was a way to rut that was not demeaning or painful and had taken such a horrible experience in order for me to truly realize what a great thing this was.

To Be Continued….

Sorry if it was a little raunchy. My thoughts were jumbled tonight so I tried my best to make this scene touching but some how it just became really pornographic…..

Maybe I shouldn't listen to Kerli's Army of Love while writing LoL

Kat