InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Protocol ❯ Between the Cracks ( Chapter 6 )

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CHAPTER SIX

 

Between the Cracks

 

(Sorry, no lemon this time, but a little reprieve from Seriosity Street. We'll save that for next time. ^_^)

 

 

'I seriously need to start wearing a backpack.  Yesterday would have been a good time to start,' Kagome grimly mused as she plummeted toward the trees.  Through the wild whipping of her hair, she had a very nice view of Kilala, tearing into the strange bird man that had attacked her.  Well, she really couldn't say that he'd attacked her so much as kidnapped her.  Then, he had the nerve to try to slide his hand down her panties.  'So embarrassing!  Um, you know, Kilala, there's no time like the present to save me,' she internally jabbered while her heart and stomach sought to become lovers.  Her lungs and vocal cords finally gave up their attempt at procreation and decided to cooperate by producing a high, shrill, and desperate scream.  Moments later, her back crashed into something furry.

 

"Ung, you're not as soft as you look, Kilala," Kagome groaned.  Both of their spines had taken the brunt of the fall.

 

Once Kagome had managed to get herself turned around and sitting upright, she scanned the area then sighed in relief.  "That guy was butt ugly," she muttered.  "What the hell could he want with a human?  I thought their sense of smell was poor, or am I just that potent?  I guess I should stop taking the medicine.  What do you think, Kilala?"

 

Kilala mewed her agreement to the proposal, disappointing Kagome to no end.  "But...what about Inuyasha?"

 

Unfortunately, Kilala didn't have the power of speech.  Nevertheless, as far as she was concerned, Kagome's desperate attempts to avoid a mating with Sesshoumaru would be fruitless.  She understood dogs all too well, and Kagome wasn't getting out of this one.  'Inuyasha is just going to have to suck it up.'  It was too bad that she hadn't been able to warn them, but she had tried.  It wasn't her fault that she had been tossed out on her ear when she'd tried to interrupt the mating.  She huffed at the memory and considered toasting Inuyasha's ears for his indiscretion then shook her head.  The poor boy had been left in the wilds to raise himself.  If his brother had had any honor, Inuyasha would have known better.  So, in the end, it was Sesshoumaru's fault that this entire situation had even occurred.  'Maybe I should toast his ears,' she thought then wondered if it was even possible.

 

While Kilala plotted methods of surviving a severe punishment from Inuyasha's older brother, Kagome was attempting to imagine what she might endure were she to mate Sesshoumaru.

 

'Okay, physically, he's hot, but that doesn't change the fact that he's a jerk.'  She tried to imagine Sesshoumaru removing his clothes and blushed at the picture she'd conjured.  'It's just not the same!  He's not Inuyasha and I'm certainly not in love with him!  Gah!'  In an effort to cool the heat that had risen, she pressed her hands to her cheeks.   Scrunching her eyes closed, she tried again to come to terms with what might happen.  'Okay, taking his clothes off now...kissing...ew!'

 

Time and time again, she tried to imagine what it would be like to have sex with Sesshoumaru, and it just wasn't working.  Her imagination always ended up with Inuyasha kissing her.  She loved her furry-eared hanyou so much.  He was such a passionate creature and he loved her to the point of insane protectiveness.  Even though the latter quality irritated her at times, she loved him all the more for it.  'I highly doubt that Sesshoumaru would care if I fell off of a cliff.  In fact, he'd probably be the one to push me off of the edge.'  She could just imagine the gleeful smirk on his face as he shoved her, or even dumped her, into a bottomless pit.

 

Kagome sighed and turned her imagination toward more pleasant thoughts.  Her fingers tingled when she remembered the tactile sensation of massaging Inuyasha's ears, or running her hands over his muscled chest and down his arms.  She loved his arms...perhaps more than his ears.  They were her secret sin.  They were so strong and warm when he wrapped them around her, and she loved to rub them when they she sat in his lap.  Unexpectedly, a random thought plagued her mind.

 

'I wonder what Sesshoumaru's arms are like.'

 

 

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Bright stars twinkled in a myriad of pretty colors that were soon replaced by a set of intense golden eyes.  'Holy fuck, he's too close!' Inuyasha's mind blabbered when Sesshoumaru's eyes appeared to dissect his brain. His head burned from the intensity of his older brother's stare.  'Has he gained some kind of power I don't know about?  What if he could fry my brain just by looking at me?' 

If there was anything Inuyasha hated, fear topped the list.  It was the motivation that drove much of his anger.  Fear.  He'd lived with it most of his short life.  As a child, raising himself in the wilds, fear of death at the claws of predators had been his primary motivator.  Immediate anger at anything suspicious was a difficult habit to break.  The current moment was a perfect example of that trait.

"Stop staring at me, asshole!"

"Hn, tell this Sesshoumaru, little brother, what secrets do you hold?" Sesshoumaru questioned and moved in frighteningly close.  It wasn't as though Sesshoumaru would want the brat as a son, but he had to be certain.

It was at this point that Inuyasha realized something that had escaped his attention; his battered and numb body was pinned to the tree and his hands trapped over his head.  Almost immediately, he began to struggle.  When Sesshoumaru's nose pressed against his jugular, his efforts increased tenfold.

"Get off!" he yelled at his insane brother.  The weirdo was fucking sniffing him!

"I could kill you now, but that would undeniably defeat my purpose," Sesshoumaru practically purred while he searched for proof of Inuyasha's parentage.

The scent of fear, panic, and anger in the one he needed to dominate, the one he currently had at his mercy, increasingly titillated him.  It wasn't lust or a desire for sex that made him erect, it was Inuyasha's struggling.  If the boy didn't submit, he would need to take drastic measures.  Today was the day.  Whether or not Inuyasha wished it, he was going to submit...or die.  Sesshoumaru certainly wasn't ready for Inuyasha's death, particularly if it was possible that the boy was his child, his son. 

While Inuyasha continued to wriggle and spout a barrage of orders and obscenities, Sesshoumaru continued his search, which quickly took him to the boy's fuzzy ears.  Though his scent was thicker there, the scent of their father's blood and the scent of Izayoi's humanity overpowered anything that might have come through from Mayu's line.  This called for further research.

"Sesshoumaru!  You pervert!" Inuyasha gasped as his brother began untying his obi.  "What the hell are you doing?!"

As he peeled away his brother's robe and kosode, Sesshoumaru ignored Inuyasha's rather amusing rant.  Although he didn't expect to get much more information than he had, he first sniffed the center of Inuyasha's chest.  Inuyasha's panic was increasing, creating the most delicious smell, much like that of prey.  Sesshoumaru's nose trailed off to the side until he came to Inuyasha's underarms.

'A trace?'  However, as small as it was, he could be scenting his own upper lip.  More exploration would be required.  With the knowledge that Inuyasha would be extremely unhappy with what he was about to do, Sesshoumaru couldn't contain his smirk.

In a flash, Inuyasha felt his world spin and he found himself flat on his back with Sesshoumaru sitting on his thighs.  His brother had his hands trapped behind his lower back and the pervert was pulling down his hakama!

"Um, Sesshoumaru?" Inuyasha nervously questioned.  Hopefully, he could distract his brother.  "What are you doing?"

"Discovering your secrets, little half-breed," Sesshoumaru replied as he yanked down Inuyasha's hakama.

"I swear!  I ain't got no secrets!" Inuyasha practically screamed.  In his panic, he began kicking, yanking at his arms, twisting from side to side, anything to get away.  He had no idea what Sesshoumaru wanted, but he certainly didn't want to find out.  When Sesshoumaru began to lower his head toward Inuyasha's groin, Inuyasha's high-pitched scream could be heard for miles.

"Noooo!" 

Pausing in his search for the elusive scent, Sesshoumaru tried to ease Inuyasha's mind.  "I'm not going to devour any part of your anatomy, Inuyasha."  He scowled at himself and wondered exactly why he would care about Inuyasha's discomfort.  The more fear produced by his actions, the more likely Inuyasha would submit.

Sesshoumaru lowered his nose once again, sniffing closely without touching.  The scent of his mother was definitely there, but too slight for him to be absolutely positive that it was emanating from Inuyasha.  This simply wouldn't do.  A visual inspection would be required.  With a sigh, Sesshoumaru reached down and made quick work of untying his own obi and used it to secure Inuyasha's wrists.

"You don't wanna do this, Sesshoumaru!" Inuyasha yelled when his hakama and fundoshi were unceremoniously ripped away and his legs shoved up into the air.  "I won't do it!  Whatever you want, I won't do it!"

Inuyasha's chest was heaving, and not from his struggles.  It was sheer panic.  Hell, his butt was hiked in the air, his legs spread, and Sesshoumaru was inspecting him as though he was about to purchase him as a beast of burden.

"Hn," Sesshoumaru voiced and frowned.  It was the only action preventing him from keeling over and laughing his ass off.  He cleared his throat a couple of times, drew Inuyasha's legs back to the ground, and reclaimed his seat on Inuyasha's thighs.  He had to clear his throat again before he could speak.

"It appears that..." he paused for a moment in order to regain his quickly dwindling control.  "...you've..." 

Here, Inuyasha heard a snort that somehow reminded him of a snicker. 

"...had your head up your ass much too long, Inuyasha."

Now that Inuyasha felt he was in no imminent danger of being violated, he believed he could afford to throw insults at his brother.   "How would you know?  You've been walking around with that icicle up your ass for so long that you're full of shit up to your eyeballs!"

All mirth melted from Sesshoumaru's eyes.  'Yes...in my search for the truth, I momentarily lost sight of one of my goals.'  His eyes narrowed on the fuming half-breed and he crossed his arms, his lips turning down and thinning into a fine line.  He canted his head to the side and stared down his nose then abruptly interrupted Inuyasha's childish ranting.

"Our parents appear to be in the habit of amusing themselves at our expense.  Would you like to know what this Sesshoumaru's inspection revealed?" he asked.

"Fuck if I care!  Get the hell off of me, you overgrown ox!"

"Now, is that any way to speak to your own father?"  Sesshoumaru didn't have to wait for a reaction to that one.

"What the hell?  You are so full of shit!" Inuyasha yelled and renewed his struggles against his obviously insane, older brother.

"The proof lies in the crack of your ass."  Here, Sesshoumaru's eyes crinkled, giving away his amusement at the placement of his mother's mark.  Sesshoumaru reached up and touched the crescent moon on his forehead.  Again his eyes crinkled.  "Your fool body could not distinguish between your head and your ass.  My mark lies there...” He reached behind him and touched Inuyasha where no finger had gone before.  “How...revolting."

"I don't believe you!  Get off!"  Inuyasha grunted under the strain of his struggles, but it wasn't the cause for the crimson color staining his cheeks and ears.  "You're as heavy as a fucking cow!"

Sesshoumaru considered the struggling brat beneath him.  'So, mother was correct.'  Momentarily distracted, he reigned in his desire to beat Inuyasha within an inch of his life.  This new information would definitely require a change in his priorities, the top of his list, making Inuyasha's life a living hell.  Considering that the boy truly was his son, he'd been extremely remiss in his duties.

It was time to correct that oversight.

He could ponder the reasons why his father misled him at a more convenient time.  For now...

"Today is the day that you will submit to me, son," Sesshoumaru announced.

"Oh, go fuck yourself, you pompous ass," Inuyasha snarled.

"I've often wondered whether it was father's irreverent blood, or your human blood, that denies my claim on your life.  Today, that question shall be answered," Sesshoumaru stated just before his hand streaked forward, wrapped itself around Inuyasha's throat and squeezed, hard.  "Give me your beast, boy!"

 

 

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Disclaimer

 

Inuyasha and all associated characters are owned by Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I do not own Inuyasha and make no profit from this story, nor do I intend to. My only goal is to occupy my demented mind with delusions of actually owning a life-sized, anatomically correct Sesshoumaru android to use and abuse at will.

 

 

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