InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ In a Blue Moon (Mpreg version) ❯ Rising Moon ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 4 – Rising Moon

I still want him… No… No! I want his death, his blood, his screams of agony! I do not want him!

I do not think I can go back to them… Not if I continue to feel this way about Inuyasha. I still dream about him, but not about killing him. Demons are not even supposed to dream! Why can he not let me be? Why must his face haunt me even in my sleep, the feel of his hand on my body…

I walk slowly through the forest, no destination in mind. I do not know where I am going, what I can do. It appears that I have found my answer. Without my purpose, without the goal of killing Inuyasha, I find myself wandering aimlessly… My life feels rather empty without that accustomed anger in me somewhere. Will it ever be replaced by… anything?

His smell is growing stronger, but it is not new. It is old, but so very strong, as though he were in this place for a very long time. Years. I follow it, dully curious. Is this the forest? The Forest of Inuyasha, as the humans call it? It would make sense…

The sun shines brightly on me as I step into a clearing. There is a well in the grass, a few vines growing over it, and it smells of monsters. Weak demons. Also of that girl that follows Inuyasha around.

There is also a tree, with a bare spot in the bark. This entire place smells strongly of Inuyasha, but that tree especially… I approach it, studying it. There is a small hole in the wood. I brush the hole with my fingers, and prick myself, drawing a drop of blood that I slowly suck away. An arrowhead. I understand. This is the tree that he was pinned to for all those years.

I smell the girl, and Inuyasha, approaching. More to the point, I hear them.

“You’re so stupid, Inuyasha!”

“I’m stupid?!”

“You just don’t get it! Leave me alone! I’m going home!”

“Fine! Go home! I don’t care! Save me the trouble of having to protect you all the time!”

I fade back into the trees as the squabbling pair approaches. They are children… I did not know he was so immature. Perhaps it is something she brings out in him.

The girl appears, followed closely by my brother. They are too wrapped up in their argument to notice me, though Inuyasha should smell me. Perhaps he just chooses not to acknowledge me.

“Yeah? Well maybe I’ll just stay there this time! Then you’ll never have to protect me again!”

“Maybe you should! I sure don’t want you here!”

She turns on him, violently angry. Has Inuyasha taken leave of his senses? Does he not know that females can be far more dangerous than males? Why is he provoking her?

“Inuyasha, SIT!!!!!”

His expression is nearly comical, for the split second I can see it before he slams downward into the ground, face first. I blink and raise my eyebrows. Interesting.

The girl turns away, her nose in the air, with a satisfied noise. “And don’t you even think of following me, Inuyasha,” she says, sitting on the edge of the well without looking back. Then she slides off the edge into the dark hole. Her smell disappears.

After a moment, I step from the trees and look over the edge, into the well. It is empty. Puzzling… Where did she go?

“I suppose you saw all that, huh?” Inuyasha says behind me, sitting up. I glance back at him.

“Yes. She has a strange power over you.”

“It’s not like I can help it. It’s these damn beads.” He demonstrates by pulling up on them, trying to pull them off. I see him straining, but they refuse to rise past his chin.

“I see.” I glance into the well again. “Where did she go?”

He shrugs. “Home. She’s… from the future. The well takes her back to her own time.”

I wordlessly glance down into it again. She is a strange sort of sorceress.

“So why are you here, huh? Want to fight again or what?”

I do not answer him immediately. Why am I here? I have no real reason.

“No, I have to urge to fight you again. I simply followed your scent, wondering why it would possibly be so strong and yet so old. I see now that this is where you were pinned to the tree fifty years ago.”

He nods. “Uh-huh. Why do you care?”

“I do not.”

He glares at me and turns away. “Fine. When you’re finished snooping around, I guess you can find your own way out.” He begins to walk away. I am a little puzzled; he is usually not so eager to remove himself from my presence… he usually wants to fight.

Then I smell it, carried back to me on the breeze. He is aroused again, just by the sight and smell of me… He is leaving because he does not wish to lose control and ‘take advantage’ of me again. Just as when he apologized the day before yesterday, I am touched somewhat… He seems to actually care, about me and what he does to me. I have never experienced nor expected such consideration.

This time I call out to him intentionally. “Inuyasha.”

He turns back. “What?” I can see that he is aching to get away; my goal is to keep him here.

“I… do not mind.”

He appears confused. “You don’t mind what?”

I may as well admit it. If I do not, I will never find relief from these unwanted emotions. “Come here, Inuyasha.”

“What, so you can stick your hand through me again? I’d rather not.” But of course, he does not honestly fear that I will do anything like that. He is afraid of what he may do if he comes any closer to me.

I solve the problem and appear almost instantly beside him under the trees. He takes a quick step backward, but I can smell his arousal step up another notch. He wants me very badly, and I do not think I will be able to keep my own body under control for long just smelling that.

His ears are turned completely sideways, lying almost flat on his head in distress. He is very cute when he does that, like a child. Or a pet.

“No, Sessho-maru - get away from me!” He pushes me away and turns his back to me, but I see that that was the last straw. His body is nearly trembling with suppressed longing. “You don’t want to be around me.”

How… touching. He is concerned for me, trying to protect me from himself. As though I need his protection. I press closer to him and speak into one furry ear. “I said…” my light breath on his ear makes it flick backward, “I do not mind.”

He jerks around to look at me. “Didn’t you hate me two days ago?”

“Again, I have changed my mind. You could have helped yourself probably as much as I. Accept it, or not.”

Inuyasha blinks at me very briefly, then I am taken in by his kiss. Yes… This is what I have wanted, though I have hated myself for wanting it… The kiss is eager, desperate almost. I have to wonder how long he has been holding this in.

I suddenly find myself on the ground once more, pinned beneath him, his hands holding my shoulders in the deep grass. He has pulled away from me, is looking down into my face, into my eyes…

“Gods, Sessho-maru…” he breathes. “You’re beautiful…”

I am forced to close my eyes briefly. “Inuyasha… You are far more like our father than you will ever know.”

“What?” He sounds confused, and I look up into his puzzled eyes again.

I lean up to kiss him again, my hand gripping his arm and pulling him down, to distract him from what he was saying.

He gives in and kisses me again. Good… one hand moves up, to my cheek, and brushes lightly over the stripes there, making me utter a small, undignified whine which is swallowed up in his mouth. I think he likes to hear me whine, though he must know that it is embarrassing for me to do so. If I could help it, I would never do so.

He presses against me, then pulls back sharply, with a breathed ‘ow!’ He poked himself on the spikes on my armor, I gather. He quickly pulls it off and tosses it away, then lies on top of me and kisses me again. Rougher, this time. I appreciate it.

“Wear less clothing…” he orders me in a growl, pulling at my garments. He is unskilled and clumsy at removing them; I fear he will rip them to shreds and quickly move to help him. I will not be left without my clothing.

They are still torn, but wearable, tossed aside onto my armor. I move my hand to his own clothing, but he growls slightly and pushes my hand back down. Again, he is to rule over me completely… I do not mind.

He nips at my chest, drawing a small amount of blood that he licks away. I remember this, the feel of his soft tongue on my skin… I whine quietly. If nothing else, I love that… Even if he must draw my blood to do so, I still do not mind.

He finds a nipple, bites it – I arch my back and gasp, against my will. Tongue and sharp little teeth, teasing me… he is good. He is driving me insane once again. His claws draw lightly down my arm, barely scratching, then back up to my wrist. He scratches along the stripes, perfectly in the middle of them, even without looking. I did not think the skin felt that different; I suppose it does, to him. The feelings, though –! That pain, in that place on my skin… It is wonderful. I hear another whine from my throat, and I wonder at that, that he is making me whine, without once ever having touched my forehead…

He moves up, biting at my collarbone, then at my throat. His tongue is drawn slowly up my neck, lightly, making me shiver and moan quietly. He is such a tease… He enjoys this, this lording over me, having me helpless and at the mercy of my body as much as of him. Now, however, I do not honestly mind being so helpless.

That is it. Whatever he does to me… I do not mind.

His tongue travels up, over my cheek, over the stripes there, making me gasp and leaving me panting just from that contact.

“Did you know your stripes taste different than the rest of you?” he asks quietly, in my ear, just before biting at it. I had not known that… of course, I do not generally lick myself, so I suppose I would not know. He licks the blood from my ear and makes a small sound of pleasure and satisfaction, but not as though he has lost any of his control; he is just saying that he likes the taste of my blood.

I move slightly, rubbing my body against his. His warm chest on my own feels so good, so, though I would not say it, comforting, as it always did when it was my father above me… When did he lose his shirt? I suppose his other hand, the one not holding my wrist, must have been doing something. I was too preoccupied with what I was feeling to notice.

That same hand that must have undressed him trails its claws down my chest and side to my pants, drawing four parallel lines of blood, even over the pair of stripes at my waist. The smell irritates me, makes me slightly nauseous – no demon enjoys the smell of his own blood. But, it is not severe. I barely notice, through everything else.

He bites at my shoulder as he unfastens them and pulls them down, deeply, almost as though he is drinking my blood. I know he enjoys it, at any rate, as do I. Does the taste of my blood make him feel superior? Having him draw it makes me feel so weak and inferior… Which is what he wants, I am sure. What I want? I do not know. It is… possible… that it is.

The air is warm on my skin, his body is smooth and warm and hard with taught muscle, his remaining clothes rough but also warm. Actually, it is my skin, my body temperature, which is lower than normal, but it makes everything feel warm, and I enjoy it. I have never liked to be cold, despite my personality…

Then he bites down harder, apparently overcome by a sudden urge to do some damage – I nearly, nearly but not quite, cry out in pain. He hit a nerve in my shoulder with his teeth, is clenching down on it and not letting go, and it hurts…

Seeming to realize, he pulls away, licking his teeth and looking down at me with lust-clouded eyes. He grins slightly, liking to see me in this position, I think. His other hand swiftly removes the remainder of his clothing and holds my waist, pressing me into the ground. He moves my legs apart and I feel him at my entrance again, once more without preparation.

One quick, rough movement… I arch back and whine loudly, claws digging into the ground as my legs wrap tightly around him, pulling him closer. Pain, pleasure, it does not matter. It is all the same to him. To me. I am as much a masochist as he is a sadist, and before now I had never known that. But I want this pain…

He kisses me again as he thrusts into me, one hand on my face, brushing the stripes. The pain does not matter; I eagerly accept the kiss, begging for more. Take me, Inuyasha… Hurt me, mark me, make me yours…

I do not care. More than that, I want it. I want it, and I want him, so badly. And I no longer care about admitting it.

He moves away, one hand on the ground beside me, the other holding my wrist tightly, wonderfully painfully, to place his teeth at my throat. He bites lightly, making my heart race again; I understand that he probably will not kill me… but he could. The danger is exciting, and for him as well, I am sure.

I arch against him again with his next thrust, drawing my throat upward within his jaws, scratching myself lightly on his teeth. I can feel him lick away the blood, running his tongue over my throat, and I want to give in to him completely. He is just so dominant, and that awakens my instincts: either fight him for dominance, or accept it, submit to him. I choose the latter. I will submit to him…

My body is screaming for more, my claws clenching tightly, drawing blood and leaking poison into my palm. It does not matter; the venom will not harm me, and it adds to my pain, if only a little. I want more…

“…more… Inuyasha…” The words are nearly a whine, or the whine is nearly words. He understands, understands my pleading, my begging. I am begging him for more, and he gives it to me, his claws digging into my wrist as he makes me whine loudly again by repeating his harsh thrust. More… Inuyasha, more… I can no longer speak, only whine incoherently, but my mind begs him silently. More…

He removes his hand from my wrist and runs it back over my forehead, moving my bangs out of the way and making me whimper loudly. Not even a whine; I whimper. I want him… I want him so much…

“…Inu…yasha…” The quiet, breathless, pleading voice of a child as he looks down into my eyes… he rules me. He knows he rules me, and I do not care. I want him to rule me. To control me and dominate me in every way….

He grins and kisses me again, harshly, forcing it on me whether I want it or not, though I do, and scratches my forehead, raking his claws shallowly over that mark. I cry out against his mouth, on the verge of passing out again as I climax suddenly…

I feel him bite deeply into my neck as he follows and manage barely to keep a hold on my consciousness. My hand is clenched so tightly… As I begin to breathe again and raise it to look, I see my claws protruding through the other side. I do not care, letting my hand fall back to the ground limply. I am exhausted… A little while to rest…

Inuyasha shifts, pulling away from, out of, me, but I do not open my eyes to look at him. I feel him beside me then, lying next to me in the grass. He wraps one arm around me, holding me… I move into it slightly, resting my head against his shoulder. Feels so good…

“Sessho-maru–” he says suddenly, later, though I know not how long. I feel him sit up. “Sessho-maru… you’re purring…”

I crack one eye open to look at him, simultaneously realizing that he is correct. I am… After two hundred years, I am purring again. And it took my half-breed brother to do it…

He is looking down at me, almost shocked-looking. His ears are sharply focused on me, as though he were searching for the source of the sound. The sun shines on his bare chest, glinting goldly. He looks like a minor god – nothing to compare to my own god, but something almost holy.

I close my eye again. His reaction finally convinces me that I am the only dog demon who can do it, or at least that it is rare, if not wholly unique to me.

He lies back down next to me. I feel his claws running through my disarrayed hair, smoothing it, straightening it. Grooming me – again, he is being dominant, probably without realizing it. I do not care. In fact, I prefer it this way.

I realize that I am drifting off to sleep and open my eyes. I would prefer not to sleep here like this – though if he asks me not to leave, I am certain that I will not. I glance over at him; he is looking at my face, unabashedly, and even smiles a little as I look at him. He does not seem confused or uncertain any longer; he knows exactly where we belong in this situation.

“This isn’t going to be the last time, is it?” he asks, searching my eyes.

“Probably not.” I look at him for a moment, then sit up. Hopefully not. I still want him.

He sits up as well and wraps both arms around my shoulders, holding me and putting his chin on my shoulder. I feel him kiss my ear lightly. He has no problem showing his emotions…

“Will you meet me in a couple weeks?” he asks. I hadn’t thought of arranging meetings, only of searching him out when I wanted him again.

“Where?”

He glances around. “Yeah, probably not here, huh? What if Kagome had come back… or it someone else had gone looking for me and her…” He actually pales a little.

“Why does it matter?”

He blushes. It looks cute. “Well, I don’t really want them, to… know about this…”

“Why?” I am vaguely insulted, though it is pointless. It is not as though he is ashamed of me, and the fact that it is me.

“Well…” He seems uncomfortable. “It’s not really… normal… And they’d probably freak out… It’s just easier for them not to know…”

I was wrong. He is ashamed that it is me. I doubt he would be so considerate of his friends’ feelings were it any other demon. Well, I suppose he thinks it does not matter to me. And why should it? I had not planned on telling Rin and Jaken, I suppose, but only because it is none of their business. I am not hiding it. I cannot help being just the slightest bit insulted by it. Almost… hurt.

“Um… Well, think you can meet me here and I’ll find someplace else?” he asks. I nod barely perceptibly, and he smiles a little and kisses my ear again. If he lets me go, I will leave. If not… I will remain here with him.

I close my eyes and lean my head against his shoulder as he continues to hold me, as it slowly gets dark. He sighs and lets me go after the stars have begun to come out, to my slight disappointment. I would not mind staying here…

He backs away. “I guess you gotta go.”

“I should.” I reach for my clothes. He dresses in a matter of minutes; it will take me nearly an hour. I glare at him, however, as he moves to help me.

“I can dress myself, Inuyasha.”

“Yeah, but…” He trails off briefly. “With one arm, I figure it’s gotta be slow…”

“Yes, it is.” Nevertheless, I will do it. I am not a child, that I need my brother’s help to dress myself. That would be humiliating.

He shrugs and backs away, seeing my determination. “All right… Meet me back here in two weeks?”

“Yes.” Though that seems like a very long time to wait.

“’Kay…” Still, he does not leave immediately. I look at him out of the corner of my eye, watching him… watch me. I am not sure why he is doing so, but his eyes do not leave my body. Perhaps he is telling the truth when he says he thinks I am beautiful.

After a while, when I do not say anything, he disappears into the trees, and I am alone. Eventually, I am able to leave myself, and head back to find Rin and Jaken. My hand wanders up to my neck to feel that bite there. All of my other injuries are already healing, but not this… In fact, it barely healed from the first time. Likely, Inuyasha does not realize what he is doing, but I do. It is a mating mark. He is trying to claim me as his mate, though on instinct alone. He would probably be disgusted if he realized. Or perhaps ashamed, as he is of letting his friends know about me. He has already bitten me twice there; twice more, and it will be official. I will belong to him, utterly. He will own me, though I will not own him in turn.

Next time, I shall tell him to stop. I feel little urge to be owned by anyone. Controlled, dominated… but not owned.