InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Maboroshi ❯ Chapter 1

Maboroshi

 

 

By kira

 

 

For Urd-chan...

 

 

Author's note: Maboroshi means phantom, illusion, vision, dream.

 

I don't own them; Takahashi-sensei does!

 

 

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Byakuya smiled impishly at Sesshomaru. “Oh, come, come, Sesshomaru. You must know by now that I am only here to create a diversion. Same as I always have.” He shrugged. “This time, I wasn't given any specific orders, just a vague `keep him busy.'” Byakuya waved his hand dismissively. “So what shall we do?”

 

 

Sesshomaru said nothing and glared him, clearly not amused.

 

 

“Oh come on, why the long face? Who says life has to be so serious? Hmmm...?” Byakuya said, quirking a delicate eyebrow at him. “No one said you can't enjoy what you do.”

 

 

The taiyoukai frowned.

 

 

“Dare I to hope that you actually agree with me?” Byakuya's impish smile broadened into a grin.

 

 

Sesshomaru looked the illusionist up and down as if sizing him up.

 

 

“No? But you do find me a worthy opponent, eh?”

 

 

Sesshomaru thought it over. “Yes,” he said.

 

 

“Oh good! I find you a most worthy opponent as well! Therefore, I want to umm, reward you... Hmmm... Perhaps that's not the correct word, but it'll have to do.”

 

 

“Reward me?” Sesshomaru, intrigued, quirked an eyebrow at him.

 

 

“Yes.” Byakuya smiled as he closed the distance between them. “I think it would be fun to, ummm...” he trailed off impishly. Smiling suggestively, he waved his arm and disappeared in shower of sakura petals.

 

 

Sesshomaru's eyes widened briefly in surprise before an angry frown took its place. A gentle breeze blew softly behind him, pulling his attention there and, when the taiyoukai turned around he was face to face with Kagura. What the hell?!

 

 

“Sesshomaru,” the illusion of Kagura said, her voice having a soft and husky lilt to it. She walked up to the stunned taiyoukai, throwing her arms around him and, pulling him close. “It's been so long since I've seen you.”

 

 

Sesshomaru closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to clear it. As much as he was loathed to admit it, Byakuya was good. The illusionist had gotten everything perfect as if he had taken Sesshomaru's memories and used them to conjure her up from the dead.

 

 

“Sesshomaru?” Kagura said. “Are you alright?”

 

 

The taiyoukai blinked. “Yes.”

 

 

“Good,” the illusion of the wind user purred. She slid her hands up, twining her fingers through his hair. Smiling sweetly at him, the illusion pulled his head towards hers, meeting in a kiss.

 

 

Sesshomaru tried pulling back, but the pain of her loss and the joy at seeing her again, even if the Kagura before him was not real, made him want to kiss her. Softly and gently they kissed. Sesshomaru had his doubts about the illusion for Kagura felt too real to him if that was possible. The fact that Byakuya had conveniently disappeared, giving them some measure of privacy, also added to his suspicions.

 

 

Breaking the kiss, Sesshomaru stepped back and, holding her by the shoulders, he stared at Kagura, hoping to break the illusion. And yet, there was a small part of him that wanted to keep things very much as they were, especially when she smiled.

 

 

“Miss me?” the wind user asked.

 

 

“Yes,” Sesshomaru said huskily. He chided himself mentally about losing control, while another part of him urged him to give into the feelings he had always suppressed. The wind picked up, caressing him, furthering the idea that she was in fact the real Kagura. Sesshomaru groaned.

 

 

“I've missed you too,” she said, closing the distance between them. She brushed her lips against his in a gentle kiss, deepening when he let her.

 

 

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Byakuya, who had been using his power of illusion to become Kagura, pondered the intensity of the taiyoukai's reaction. While it frightened him, it also thrilled him and piqued his curiosity. He never could understand Naraku's obsession with having the undead miko, Kikyou, but now as Sesshomaru's lips brushed against his jaw he was beginning to.

 

 

As the taiyoukai trailed a line of soft butterfly kisses down his neck, Byakuya's breathing quickened and his heart started to race. When Sesshomaru reached the hollow of his throat he let out a little moan of pleasure. The sensations of hot and cold, as the taiyoukai's breath alternately warmed and cooled his skin, sent little shivers up and down his spine. He felt weak in his knees and it took all of his power to keep up the illusion.

 

 

Sesshomaru was doing things to him that he had only experienced second hand when Naraku's dreams would invade his own. In those dreams he was Kikyou, her coolness sparking the dark hanyou's desires as Byakuya also watched from afar. This was different. This time he was Kagura, who ran hot and cold, fierce and gentle like the wind. Byakuya found it hard to maintain his illusion while experiencing things in the here and now.

 

 

A part of him was afraid, and he wanted to back off and ponder things, before forming a plan of action. Unfortunately, he could not because that would ruin the carefully crafted illusion. His breath catching in his throat, Byakuya was forced to continue what he had started. Pulling his drifting thoughts together, the illusionist concentrated on giving the proper responses to Sesshomaru's ministrations.

 

 

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Sesshomaru pulled open the top of the illusory Kagura's kimono, exposing the soft white flesh. He buried his nose in her cleavage, drinking in her scent. While she stank of Naraku, she was also as fresh as a summer breeze. This time she also smelled of cherry blossoms, making him briefly pause, before continuing.

 

 

With her help, Sesshomaru had pushed the layers of kimono off her shoulders and down her arms, baring her breasts. He smiled, remembering fondly all the times she had appeared that way to him, in the flesh as well as in his dreams. Suddenly he did not care if the woman before him was simply an illusion, he wanted her and he wanted her now.

 

 

They slowly sank to the ground. Sesshomaru lay on his side, facing her, propping his head up with his right hand. That gave him the luxury of reaching out to caress her with his left. It was something that he had only done in his dreams and the thought of actually doing it made him grow hard with desire.

 

 

The illusory Kagura had been lying on her back, eyes closed and she moaned softly when Sesshomaru cupped her breast. His thumb rubbed against her nipple, tweaking it, the nub hardening under his touch. The taiyoukai moved to suckle it, his tongue drawing lazy patterns on the tender flesh.

 

 

The wind user moaned softly again. Sesshomaru had moved on to her other breast, his teeth and tongue teasing her nipple. Chuckling softly, Sesshomaru paused to pull her close, rolling onto his back as he did so. As Kagura sat up and straddled him, she exposed the dark tangle of curls above her thighs. He reached out and playfully tugged at her obi. Taking the hint, the wind user gave it a final tug, undoing the knot.

 

 

Sesshomaru eyed her nude form appreciatively. Growling low in his throat, he pulled her down on top of him. As he did so, Kagura ground herself against his growing arousal. The sensations urged him to take her, but Sesshomaru willed himself to be patient.

 

 

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Byakuya panted. He briefly wondered how Sesshomaru managed to get him completely naked without him realizing it. The sun felt good on his bare skin, the gentle summer breeze keeping him from getting too warm. Unfortunately, it did nothing to prepare him for the sensation of hands sliding up his thighs to gently cup his testicles. Byakuya paused, fear tingeing with excitement, as he prayed Sesshomaru would be gentle with him, or rather the illusion he was creating that he was Kagura. Then again, it had turned out surprisingly easy to trick the taiyoukai into thinking his fingers were inside the woman he had loved, but could not bring himself to tell her.

 

 

So when the taiyoukai pulled him close and Byakuya's own growing erection rubbed against the taiyoukai's, his breath caught in his throat. The illusionist never realized that anything could feel so good and so scary at the same time. The more Sesshomaru's hands wandered over his body, the more Byakuya wanted to know what it felt like to have the taiyoukai inside him.

 

 

Byakuya pulled away reluctantly, placing a finger on the taiyoukai's lips, silencing his protest. Sitting up, it hit him that he had not been injured when they pulled each other close and he wondered when Sesshomaru had divested himself of his armor. Shrugging, he figured it had to have happened in much the same way Naraku could go from wearing nothing but a baboon pelt to his more usual attire in the blink of an eye. Too bad your clothes couldn't disappear as well, he thought as he tugged on Sesshomaru's kimono.

 

 

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“Kagura?” Sesshomaru said huskily.

 

 

“Yes...” the illusory wind user whispered.

 

 

“If you move I can sit up.”

 

 

“Oh...” Kagura said softly, a touch of embarrassment heard in her voice as she moved to comply.

 

 

The wind user watched as Sesshomaru rose to his feet in one fluid motion. He quirked an eyebrow at her and she smiled. Nodding curtly, Sesshomaru tugged on the ends of his obi. The elaborately tied silken sash was taking far longer to remove than she thought possible, prompting Kagura to try and help.

 

 

“Stop,” Sesshomaru commanded. Taking one end of the obi and, outstretching his arm, Sesshomaru had somehow managed to remove it. From there, it was a simple matter to shrug out of his kimono.

 

 

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Byakuya looked up at the smooth hard planes of Sesshomaru's chest. He was lean and hard and powerfully built unlike the more delicate looking Naraku. Is this what she saw in him? He reached out and touched Sesshomaru, gently stroking the firm flesh. Byakuya smiled shyly at the taiyoukai as he stood up. He could not believe he was really succeeding with this. He was actually doing something, according to Naraku, that his sister had only dreamed off.

 

 

The illusionist sighed contentedly when Sesshomaru pulled him close. The bare skin to bare skin contact felt better than he had ever imagined. He whispered a husky “yes” in response to the taiyoukai's amused “you're enjoying this, hunh?” When the taiyoukai let his hands wander downwards to cup Byakuya's buttocks, the illusionist pressed his hips closer. He moved to tweak Sesshomaru's left nipple, but the taiyoukai backed away slightly, giving Byakuya the room to drop his hands and tug on his hakama ties.

 

 

Seconds later he had the knot undone. From there it would have been a simple matter to loosen them enough to let the hakama drop, but Byakuya wanted to savor the moment. Dropping to his knees, the illusionist loosened them just enough to slide them down over the taiyoukai's hips and growing erection.

 

 

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The scent of cherry blossoms grew stronger and Sesshomaru looked down to see Kagura fading into Byakuya. Instead of being angry about the desecration to the wind user's memory, he found he was more amused than anything else. Cutting the tie that held the illusionist's ponytail, Sesshomaru twined his fingers through the cascading hair. He silently guided Byakuya's head in place, rubbing the illusionist's lips against his erection.

 

 

Byakuya took the hint and engulfed him. Inexperienced, he scraped his teeth against Sesshomaru's member as he bobbed his head back and forth. Sometimes the illusionist would pause in his suckling to lick him. All of that succeeded in countering the reality that it was Byakuya, not Kagura, who was pleasuring him orally.

 

 

As the scent of sakura increased, Sesshomaru inched closer to his own release. Ignoring everything but the sensations in his groin, the taiyoukai was oblivious to the fact that the illusionist was just as busy pleasuring himself as he was Sesshomaru. Not that it mattered in the least as everything the taiyoukai had was focused on reaching his climax.

 

 

With a deep shuddering breath, Sesshomaru spilled his seed in the illusionist's mouth, catching him by surprise. The warmth and the salty, bitter taste made Byakuya pause as he felt his own moment of release warming his hand. Pulling his head back, and swallowing, he stared in disgust at the rapidly cooling warmth in his hand. The illusionist looked around, wiping his hand in the grass beside him. He could felt his cheeks heating up as Sesshomaru chuckled.

 

 

“Thank you, that was a most pleasant diversion,” Sesshomaru deadpanned, although his lips curved upward into a brief smirk.

 

 

“You're ummm... welcome,” Byakuya said softly. Looking up at Sesshomaru, he was surprised to see the taiyoukai had dressed in the blink of an eye. “Sesshomaru....?”

 

 

“Yes?”

 

 

“You knew...?”

 

 

“Yes,” At the illusionist's questioning stare he added, “The cherry blossoms. Kagura smelled of wind and Naraku while you smell of cherry blossoms and Naraku.”

 

 

“Oh...”

 

 

The taiyoukai nodded, and without saying another word, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving the naked illusionist behind him.

 

 

Byakuya sadly watched him go while he fumbled for his clothes. He stood and quickly dressed as he wondered just how Sesshomaru was able to fool him into thinking he had had the upper hand. “You are a most worthy opponent indeed.” The illusionist smiled. “Here's to the next diversion, Sesshomaru...”