InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Six Moons ❯ Six Moons ( Chapter 1 )

Six Moons

 

Inutaisho watched with narrowed, scrutinizing eyes from his place at the head of the hall. It was his son's 236th birthday a date to be remembered as (the first time Inutaisho had allowed his young son to drink alcohol within his sight) a day for realizations and the quelling of drawn out inner battles. Battles he didn't want to confront.

 

According to Ryuukossei, his son was growing up and standing on the trapdoor to adulthood practically ready to drop, but not quite there yet, or something of the sort. Inutaisho hadn't ever been good at remembering his friend's colourful metaphors, similes and other fancy language techniques. As such, according to Ryuukossei, Inutaisho needed to stop stalking his son and concentrate on his own love life (supposedly he didn't have one, but what did the blasted dragon know anyway?) and lands. But it wasn't Inutaisho's fault his son attracted as much attention as he did and does. It wasn't the demon Lord's fault Sesshomaru had taken after his mother and gained a far more feminine attractiveness that, along with his melodic voice, caused most demonesses to swoon and flutter their fans and their mates to nod and eye him appreciatively with lecherous sparkles highlighting their sharp eyes. Inutaisho didn't want a single one of them to touch his son, not in the way he knew they wanted to anyway.

 

However, the dragon demon's words were causing him to submerge himself in thought, causing him to watch and try to understand; his friend had always said he'd had an almost possessive protective streak woven into him, ever since he'd laid eyes on his undoubtedly beautiful son the night he was born.

 

At that moment, Sesshomaru was sitting near the front of the hall, a small tea filled cup - that hadn't surprised Inutaisho at all; his son had always been careful to be well presented in public, it wouldn't have suited the young dog demon to be drunk off his ass in front of such a large group of people - balanced carefully against his lips as he drank. There were many tipsy Lords and Ladies attempting to catch his interest with small talk, flirtatious smiles and lewd comments as they crowded around him. However, his son didn't seem to be enjoying their attention. Inutaisho thanked the deities he knew humans worshipped; it was about time something went his way when it came to Sesshomaru.

 

Sake tickled at Inutaisho's keen nose as he watched his son's rigid actions, his paternal instincts flaring whenever he spied a Lord's stray hand touching Sesshomaru somewhere. The dog demon Lord couldn't help but smirk and chuckle to himself as Sesshomaru once again flicked his wrist and threw a limb from his arm for the fourth time that night. Inutaisho had to admire his son's patience; he would have had them stumbling about after him as he stormed off a mere ten minutes into their attempts to capture his interest.

 

“I am surprised to find that you are still seated where you are supposed to be, Inutaisho.”

 

The smooth, almost hissing voice caused the dog demon's eyes move to his left, where Ryuukossei was seated and was currently shifting himself into a comfortable position. The dragon demon was a tad taller than Inutaisho, his voice like a snake's hiss, though deep like his own, like Sesshomaru's was getting to be. Above Ryuukossei's angular face hung wavy, mauve locks, and set in his face were twin emeralds, sharp, scrutinising and focussed on his own face at that moment.

 

Inutaisho chuckled again, his eyes fixing themselves onto his son after a moment, “I am taking your advice; I don't think Sesshomaru would be pleased if I should I protect him. Not tonight.”

 

Solemnly, Ryuukossei nodded as though he could empathize with the dog demon Lord, “Perhaps you would prefer I kept an eye on him? There is bound to be a fool or two running about, just waiting for the right time to snag your poor, defenceless son. He seems to think it is less shameful to have a friend, rather than his father protecting him.”

 

The dragon hissed chuckles make Inutaisho frown, “I'm not so protective.” He retorted stubbornly, his golden eyes flickering between his friend and son as he raised his own sake cup to his lips and emptied it. After he swallowed, he added hastily, “Am I?”

 

“Inutaisho, you are worse than a hen caring for her chicks. You don't let the boy breathe, let alone find someone his own age to explore his developing body with.” Emerald eyes harden momentarily as Inutaisho's mouth dropped open to argue, but Ryuukossei continued as though he hadn't seen his actions, “I'm sure you of all people would understand how it feels to be his age; you act it often enough.”

 

The comment caused Inutaisho to send a clenched fist back at Ryuukossei's head. It missed, instead finding thin air instead of a hard forehead, only causing the dragon demon to smirk at the dog demon's angry show of denial. Ryuukossei continued, his gesturing hands parting like a rare flower, “Allow him to bloom. You may be pleasantly surprised. Sesshomaru keeps a keen mind within that head of his; he knows how to protect himself, just as he understands who it's acceptable to be with.”

 

Inutaisho took a moment to mull over the dragon's words, much like he had been for the entire night, before his thoughts were shaken from him as the dragon demon rose to his feet, his armour chinking coldly against itself as he sauntered to the circle that had surrounded Sesshomaru. Inutaisho watched with curious eyes as the dragon ushered the light-headed demons and demonesses out of the way with a smirk on his pale lips. The dog demon Lord was surprised to see his son's eyes almost light up - in the most imperceptible way possible - as they rose to stare the dragon demon in the face.

 

Perhaps, Inutaisho muses to himself with a slight frown, I'm protecting him from the wrong people.

 

He watched as Sesshomaru stood and with a polite bow, dismissed himself, almost hurriedly following the dragon demon out of the magnificent hall. After a few minutes, Inutaisho found himself being surrounded by demons and their mates as they commented on his son's abrupt exit.

 

Inutaisho almost wished he'd run whilst he'd had the chance.

 

- - - - - - - - - -

 

“Ryuu… Ah.”

 

They were sitting on Ryuukossei's futon, both bathed in the blue moonlight that fell upon them from the still open window. Along with the cool, sakura sweet breeze, Ryuukossei could smell the spicey smell of male arousal wafting from them both as his lips slid down a pale, smooth neck, as thin and elegant as the young demon it was connected to. Sesshomaru sighed again and his sharp claw bearing hands held onto the dragon demon's shoulder's tightly, as Ryuukossei nipped playfully and with a smirk at the smaller demon's now exposed collar bones. With that same smirk playing on his lips he continued to strip the young Lord's haori from his being as though he were unwrapping the most delicate gift, his eyes glowing with each newly bared inch of skin.

 

“Your father was able to control himself tonight.” He hissed with amusement, as one of the dragon demon's large hands slid under the mostly white haori that hung from Sesshomaru's thin shoulders, before he slid it smoothly and hotly along the soft skin of Sesshomaru's abdomen until it rested snugly on the small of his back, holding the slackening demon up as he continued his pleasant assault on Sesshomaru's skinny, yet slightly muscular chest with his forked tongue.

 

Sesshomaru sighed, and dug his hands into Ryuukossei's dark, wavy, mauve hair, “I noticed.” He answered breathily.

 

This had started a little more than six moons ago, when Inutaisho had asked Ryuukossei to `protect' (`stalking' was what Ryuukossei called it) Sesshomaru from all the hormonally charged demon males they'd have accompanying them on their small campaign to the most eastern borders of the Western Plains. In retrospect, Ryuukossei should have realized much earlier than that mission, just how the young demon looked at him and attempted to find another that Inutaisho trusted to mind the young prodigy. But, as most stories go, Ryuukossei hadn't thought Sesshomaru's inquisitive, innocent questions into his private life were brought on by anything but Sesshomaru's own curiosity and his willingness to learn. He was a young demon now, practically an adult and it was to be expected that Sesshomaru would want to learn about how sex worked and how it was brought on; it was normal for anyone his age.

 

Sesshomaru hissed sharply, as Ryuukossei allowed his velvety tongue to roll around a dusted pink nipple, and his teeth to gently, like a feather except not as fluffy, brush against the erect bud. The heir to the Western Plains gasped with his next long lick, his golden eyes wide and on Ryuukossei's own mirth filled emeralds.

 

Yes, he most definitely should have noticed how Sesshomaru's stares were heated and how his gaze seemed glazed whenever he'd caught him watching him as intently as he had and still does. The fact that someone of his age was listening to an older demon like himself as he does should have knocked him in the head hard enough to make the dragon demon realize that the attention he was receiving from Sesshomaru was not that of an admiration filled young warrior.

 

Ryuukossei kissed Sesshomaru's hot throat, feeling Sesshomaru's rushing pulse throb against his lips. What would his dearest friend think should he find out that he, Ryuukossei, was the first demon to bed Sesshomaru, despite the older dog demon's protection? Ryuukossei decided he would leave the Western Plains for several decades (or perhaps centuries?) until Inutaisho calmed down. Sesshomaru would be safe, as he usually was around his father.

 

The dragon demon felt silken hands frame his face, two long fingers playing with the wavy hair hanging past his shoulders on either side. He gazed down at Sesshomaru, his expression quickly morphing into a frown of worry, “What is it?” He questioned solemnly, worried that perhaps Sesshomaru was still recovering from the last time they'd done this, even though the dog demon believed two days was a substantial amount of time for the young demon to heal.

 

“Your mind is not with us tonight.” Sesshomaru replied immediately, his pale face flushed the lightest of pinks, his blushing lips of a darker shade from their earlier bout of kissing. He looked like the human geishas he'd seen about the villages as of late, though lacking the suffocating make-up. Sesshomaru's voice remained quiet, insanely and yet deliciously breathy, “You do not want to do this?”

 

Ryuukossei smirked and snagged the much younger demon's bottom lip between his own and tugged at it insistently, until Sesshomaru's mouth was once again filled with his tongue. He curled his own around Sesshomaru's careful to not catch any of the white haired, dog demon's sharp teeth and cause himself to bleed. That was all he needed, an aroused demon lusting after not only him, but his blood as well.

 

Sesshomaru gulped in air once Ryuukossei had pulled back, his latest smirk quirking his lips upward into an almost smug expression, “If I didn't want to do this, we would not be here. Rather, I would be aiding your father with his guests.”

 

The comment earned a peck, and a pleased half smile from Sesshomaru, as the young demon shifted himself from the bed to Ryuukossei's lap, his legs, still covered in white silk, hugging the dragon's waist snugly. With only a slight shift in positions, Ryuukossei's hands were once again braced on Sesshomaru's hipbones as he nuzzled his nose against the sensitive markings on Sesshomaru's right cheek, his heart swelling with pride as the usually controlled demon's head fell back, exposing his neck with a sigh.

 

He frowned slightly; did Sesshomaru know what he was doing when he did that? Did he know of what he was implying? With those questions in his head, Ryuukossei allowed his hands to busy themselves with ridding Sesshomaru of the rest of his clothing as his tongue returned to playing with Sesshomaru's pale nipples.

 

The dragon demon's mind kept rewinding and playing the events that lead to where they were. He found himself unable to stop his thought process despite its annoying him. Ryuukossei remembered that it had been quite the shock to find Sesshomaru standing by his resting form one night, and it had only served to shock him more when the pup's bold urge to actually lean over and kiss him, without a shred of hesitance, was acted upon shortly after. Ryuukossei remembered how he'd taken Sesshomaru's by the shoulders as the young male had attempted to shuffle so close their bodies would have been intimately touching, and asking, quite sternly, if he'd had too much to drink. Of course, Sesshomaru had shook his head and told him he was as sober as a human monk pledged to be. It had been a long night, filled with arguing and arranging and - it made his head ache thinking about it.

 

“What is it that you must remember, Sesshomaru?” Ryuukossei asked, as he hooked each of his thumbs under the waistline of Sesshomaru's hakama and slid them down from the demon's thin waist, hastily rolling over so the other demon was on his back and he could rid Sesshomaru of them completely.

 

Sesshomaru hummed contently when Ryuukossei's mouth followed the smooth material, sliding wetly down one slender, strong leg and up the soft inside of the other. The dragon demon paused with a slight frown aimed at Sesshomaru's left, jutted hipbone when he still hadn't received an answer, “Sesshomaru.” He said in a warning tone, as his tongue lashed out to swipe over the greatly contrasting, magenta stripes on worn on Sesshomaru's waist.

 

The demon abruptly cried out, his back arching at the sudden stimulation, “That,” Ryuukossei spied a slick pink tongue lathe spit over Sesshomaru's drying lips, “That you don't feel any affection other than that of a friend towards me. You're only doing this, because I asked you to and b-because,” The dragon demon smirked as Sesshomaru had to gasp for breath as he continued to trace the edge of the youth's snowy white pubic hair, “Because you also feel the need to have another close to you. There is no affection like that of the most special of mates between us.”

 

With a nod of approval, Ryuukossei once again lathed his tongue over the stripes adorning Sesshomaru's hip. Sesshomaru's back arced, his hips lifting themselves from the bed of seemingly their own accord. Ryuukossei mimicked Sesshomaru's earlier actions and licked his lips; it was no wonder why Inutaisho worried; his boy looked absolutely delectable, especially when naked and writhing around as he was.

 

To Ryuukossei's emerald gaze, Sesshomaru was the epitome of male beauty. He definitely looked feminine, no matter how he sulked when he was told so, but there was definite masculinity in the way the youth acted, in how he carried himself. He was all pale skin, slender limbs and perfection from every angle, whilst his most luscious points were highlighted with magenta stripes, jagged and heavily contrasted to the rest of him. Even his eyes, which usually showed off nothing but the most frigid of winters, held something that caused each and everyone that saw them to stare. Ryuukossei wasn't any different, he wasn't immune to the young dog demon's charms, and he stared openly as his hand finally wrapped around Sesshomaru's slender cock and he pumped, once, then twice.

 

“Oh.” Sesshomaru sighed, hands clutching at the blankets covering Ryuukossei's futon, “Ryuu, oh!” The dragon demon's smirk grew wider as he twisted is hand as he drew it to the end of Sesshomaru's cock, causing Sesshomaru to groan with every stroke and move towards and away from the foreign hand rhythmically.

 

He hadn't ever thought Sesshomaru would be as vocal as he was being. He'd thought Sesshomaru would rather bite at his lip until it bled than let his lover know that he was enjoying whatever they were doing to him. The young demon seemed to be all about control: controlling his actions, his feelings, his very existence. Sesshomaru liked being in control and Ryuukossei couldn't say he was surprised. He was the heir to the Western Plains' throne after all.

 

“Ah, ah, oh!” Ryuu smoothed his left hand down Sesshomaru's side again; being sure to cover a substantial amount of the crimson markings that crowned Sesshomaru's hip, as he tightened is grip on Sesshomaru's cock and pumped faster.

 

Sesshomaru was flushed, his smaller body shuddering with the undoubtedly strong feelings swirling within him, his knuckles white from his clutching to the blankets. However content he was watching Sesshomaru, Ryuukossei's possessive streak - the one that was pushing him to cover the younger demon's mouth with his own in order to muffle his lovely sounds - didn't want to alert and thus share Sesshomaru's current state. It didn't take more than a few more gasps from Sesshomaru to cause Ryuukossei to do just that.

 

Clawed hands clasped at his back immediately as he leaned over Sesshomaru, and he felt the sharp, burning trails of pain that were marked by the other demon's raking them down his back. His a vengeful twist of his hand, Sesshomaru dug his sharp nails in further, choking on his own panted twist of his hand as he came over Ryuukossei's slowly stopping hand.

 

Sesshomaru looked prettiest when he was falling from an orgasm, Ryuukossei decided confidently. He looked almost fragile with his cheeks pink and sweat causing his skin to gain a moonlit sheen that made him look deceivingly holy. He most definitely looked relaxed when he was like this; the most relaxed Ryuukossei had ever seen him look. He took after his mother, she'd been uptight when it came to the public.

 

As though waking from a pleasant dream, Sesshomaru's golden eyes slid open, focussing on the roof, then on Ryuukossei. The dragon demon opened his mouth to speak, to ask if Sesshomaru was ready to continue, when he found his mouth covered by Sesshomaru's very insistent one. The boy wasn't at all clumsy, his mouth hitting directly on target. Amused, Ryuukossei opened his mouth wide, allowing Sesshomaru's insistent, pink tongue to rove around the inside. He licked back contently, his larger hands resting on Sesshomaru's right hip and left shoulder. He'd taught the boy well…

 

“Lay back.”

 

“Hm?” Ryuukossei hummed, as his thoughts sprang clear of the pleasurable daze Sesshomaru's tongue had lulled him into.

 

“Lay back.” Sesshomaru repeated, his hands splayed over Ryuukossei's bared chest. When had Sesshomaru removed his obi, let alone tugged off his dark purple haori so it was around his elbows?

 

Despite his queries to what the younger demon could be thinking - after he'd hastily thrown off the rest of his clothing: his haori somewhere behind him and his hakama somewhere behind Sesshomaru - the dragon demon sat back, his legs raised and bent at the knee whilst he rested back against his elbows and waited for Sesshomaru to do as he'd planned. Ryuukossei wanted to watch, not only feel as Sesshomaru pleased him; It was always so enlightening to see the boy take his cock into his mouth with the intention of fitting as much of the appendage as his gag reflex would allow, just as Ryuukossei had taught him. The last apparent part of his cock was always grasped with determination and squeezed and stroked to Sesshomaru's sucks. Just as the dog demon had begun to do right then.

 

Ryuukossei allowed his head to fall back momentarily, his emerald eyes sliding shut as he let out a hissed sigh. Sesshomaru was sucking the tip of his cock, allowing his tongue to slide over, under and around it leisurely. Ryuukossei gasped suddenly when the younger demon allowed his tongue to slide into the slit that crowned the very tip of his cock, whilst he drew the backs of his claws up and down the sides of his erection slowly. He was starting to feel warm and tingly, oh so very tingly as the heat in his stomach flared as though turning into a bonfire with every slow, careful lick Sesshomaru would bestow upon his cock.

 

It was exquisite how Sesshomaru would take his time. He was eager to please, though he seemed to understand the importance of drawing the experience out; there was nothing memorable or fulfilling about a quick blow job, just that it was a brief relief. The younger demon most definitely had a keen mind in that head of his, or he took sadistic pleasure in driving Ryuukossei mad with lust via the maddeningly slow pace.

 

“Aah.” And he possessed a very skilled tongue. Ryuukossei eyed the white head now bobbing up and down at a carefully controlled pace between his thighs, his eyes drooping shut as Sesshomaru hummed around his cock. It felt his entire body was thrumming with him. The dog demon withdrew and kissed the tip, before he took it in again and repeated his actions, a pleased gleam in his usually blank eyes. Sesshomaru seemed immensely pleased with himself. Ryuukossei smirked down at him.

 

Many demons sought to cause damage whilst intercourse, Ryuukossei had explained that to Sesshomaru the first night they'd done shared a bed; Ryuukossei was one of those demons. He felt more than heard Sesshomaru gag when he sadistically reached with one of his own deadly talons and tangled it in Sesshomaru's silken locks as he pushed the dog demon's head further down his cock. Sesshomaru moaned helplessly, only causing pleasurable vibrations against the dragon demon's sensitive cock. Ryuukossei groaned back, a pleased smirk appearing on his thin lips as he licked them.

 

Sesshomaru tilted his head back, showing off watering eyes that were narrowed with annoyance, his eyebrows drawn into the centre of his head. Ryuukossei urged him on with an expectant tone, “Go on, lower.” He said as his hand pressing down of Sesshomaru's head the tips of his fingers digging into the dog demon's scalp.

 

Sesshomaru shifted, bracing himself on Ryuukossei's taught thighs as he attempted to find a position that eased his gagging reflex. It took a mere minute before Sesshomaru was licking almost contently at him again, like a cat lapping at milk before he began to rapidly suck on his cock, engulfing him with easy enough strokes. Ryuukossei released Sesshomaru's head and simply watched (amazing, Sesshomaru's cheeks were pink, his eyes wet and he wouldn't stop staring at him), felt (he was boiling slowly, so, so slowly. Did Sesshomaru wish to make him dissolve into nothing but glug and bones?) and moaned (hissing moans, like that of a snake having its tummy rubbed).

 

A few more moments passed before Ryuukossei pushed Sesshomaru away, his cock leaving Sesshomaru's mouth with a wet pop. He flattened the backs of his legs on the futon, whilst he eyed Sesshomaru's pale - yet covered from head to chest with a rosy pink blush, that made him look far more delicate than he was - form appreciatively, “Come,” Ryuukossei ushered the young demon breathily, “Place me inside you.”

 

Sesshomaru seemed surprised as he eyed Ryuukossei's form with wide, wonder filled eyes. With six moons passed by and Sesshomaru still acted like a virgin when it came to intercourse itself. Golden eyes soon narrowed and gained a determined glow as Ryuukossei chuckled and threw a teasing insult Sesshomaru's way. It caused Sesshomaru to creep forward, hands soft, as though afraid to break the sturdy dragon demon and threw his leg over his waist whilst he planted his hands on each side of Ryuukossei's torso.

 

They hadn't done this before, Ryuukossei realised. He'd only ever pressed Sesshomaru into his futon - be it face first or whilst he was on his back, arching towards him wantonly - it was thoroughly amusing to watch the usually confident dog demon slow his actions and stare with curiosity as he rocked his hips back, causing his round, supple rump to graze teasingly up Ryuukossei's cock.

 

Ryuukossei sighed and planted his own hands on Sesshomaru's hips, gently pushing them back and forth, showing Sesshomaru that he liked what he was doing as he hissed. Sesshomaru smirked slightly down at him, as Ryuukossei smirked back. Any other lover would have said something that would have caused the dragon demon to shiver with anticipation. However, Sesshomaru had never been one to use words when looks could do the job just as effectively. His golden eyes were smouldering embers in the dark room, contrasting heavily with the silvery blue sheen his back and hair and long, long legs had gained from the moon outside. Idly he ran his hands down the firm, soft thighs squeezing his waist, noting how feminine they seemed to him; they hadn't grown the athletic muscle, his father's had. Not yet, but they'd develop soon.

 

Sesshomaru removed his hands from beside Ryuukossei and the dragon demon watched hungrily as the young demon sat up so his thighs were perpendicular to his own waist. Fair, soft, smooth skin covered hands cupped his own awkwardly, tightening Ryuukossei's grip as he moved them forward slowly. Ryuukossei's smirk broadened once he'd realised what Sesshomaru wished for him to do and he set himself to completing the task immediately.

 

Gently, he pulled Sesshomaru's pale, twin globes apart as Sesshomaru's lowered himself at the same pace, so that - if Ryuukossei moved just right - the leaking tip of his cock flicked over Sesshomaru's puckered entrance. He was delighted to hear Sesshomaru's surprised intake of breath and did it again. This time he was rewarded with a low moan that came from deep within his slender, hairless chest.

 

“Hurry, or you'll come before we get started.” Ryuukossei urged with a large smirk and a wicked chuckle.

 

Sesshomaru glared, though the menacing effect it pulled off was spoilt as his cheeks began to glow a bright red and he exhaled shakily. He brought his hands behind him after bestowing a stroke on each of Ryuukossei's hands respectively. He then placed his pale hands on his lower back, slowly, following the curve of his buttocks lower - did Sesshomaru realise how completely delectable he looked when he did that? Especially with the way the young demon was worrying his lower lip with his upper canines - until he was grasping Ryuukossei's cock and fingering his tight opening gingerly. Or that's what Ryuukossei was imagining the young Lord was doing. His expression showed nothing but a blush and tightly closed eyes, though if it was because of pain or pleasure, Ryuukossei didn't know. Sesshomaru didn't strike him as having masochistic tendencies, but one never knew.

 

With a groan that fizzled into a hiss, Ryuukossei grasped Sesshomaru's hips tighter, urging him down as the demon Lord lowered himself onto his cock so, so slowly. He was met with resistance - damn it! Let him in! - but that soon passed as the velvety, mushroom head of Ryuukossei's cock entered Sesshomaru. As Sesshomaru lifted himself, and sunk back down in order to take more of the dragon demon's cock in, (and repeated his actions several times, taking Ryuukossei that much deeper, blessedly deeper each time) Ryuukossei found himself sliding in and out of Sesshomaru with ease as his precum started to act like a natural lubricant.

 

The pace was incredibly slow as Sesshomaru continued to adjust (Ryuukossei wouldn't have worried, had it been a soldier or a common whore, but he really didn't want Sesshomaru to be walking with a very obvious limp the next day; Inutaisho was only so dense). Suddenly Sesshomaru stopped and breathed deeply as he placed his hands on Ryuukossei's muscular chest.

 

The dragon demon was breathing hard too and for good reason. Inside Sesshomaru was hot and oh, so very tight. The cavern was practically scalding him as he was pressed on from all sides and angles to an almost unbearable level. Ryuukossei's mind felt as though it'd been stuffed with cotton, leaves and other fluffy objects, why had their movements stopped again? Was something wrong?

 

“Sesshomaru…” Ryuukossei huffed. “Move, damn it.”

 

He heard a rare, soft chuckle escape Sesshomaru's throat as he panted and obeyed the frustratedly uttered command. Ryuukossei didn't like the smug smirk that had found its way to Sesshomaru's kiss bruised lips and let go of the pup's right hip in order to clutch at the back of his head and pull him down for a tongue filled kiss. He heard Sesshomaru whimper and felt pride blossom in his chest; he'd bet few could cause the mighty, stoic Sesshomaru, son of Inutaisho to whimper, from anything be it injury or pleasure. However, Ryuukossei could confidently say he was the only one to do so via the latter.

 

Ryuukossei almost swore because of the blessed friction that suddenly smothered his cock as Sesshomaru rocked forward and back and - dear Buddha or whatever deity the humans were currently worshipping! When had he taught Sesshomaru to squeeze him like he was doing?

 

“I'm out here,” Sesshomaru panted, his forehead pressed against his collar bone, “Not in there.” Ryuukossei felt Sesshomaru pat his head, his claws catching Ryuukossei's mauve, wavy strands of hair as he drew them away and the dragon demon almost choked on his chuckle from Sesshomaru's comment; he need all the air he could spare in his lungs! Which of his parents had mind reading abilities again?

 

The dragon felt his own cheeks heat up uncomfortably, a telltale sign that not only Sesshomaru's cheeks were flushed, just as the insistent heat in his stomach began to leak towards his groin. They were going too slow, far too slow, “Come on, faster, come on,” The dragon demon panted as he drew Sesshomaru's hips up and down at a faster pace, finding his thoughts coloured with fireworks of gold, red and silver as they exploded within his mind. He arched and bucked up to meet the younger demon half way, hearing Sesshomaru utter a quiet `Ah!' whenever he did so.

 

Damn it… They weren't going fast enough! He felt like a coil wound too tight! About ready to snap if he didn't find his release soon!

 

“Come on!” The dragon hissed, as he abruptly sat up and caught Sesshomaru by the waist, his hands aiding the smaller demon in his thrusting as Sesshomaru's arms encircled him and pulled their sweat slicked bodies together. Ryuukossei could place his chin on Sesshomaru's head comfortably in the position they were in: Sitting up with their legs in front of them, Sesshomaru's which were slung over Ryuukossei's own and wrapped tightly around his wider waist, Sesshomaru's arousal trapped between their hard stomachs as they fought for air and yearned for fulfilment.

 

Their pants and cries and moans and hisses melded together in a symphony only they could enjoy fully, even as their bodies slapped together wetly. Ryuukossei flicked his forked tongue out and rimmed the outside of Sesshomaru's ear with saliva. He hoped Sesshomaru could hear the smirk in his voice as he grasped onto the erection rubbing up and down against his stomach, “You're nearly done aren't you?” He hissed, breathily.

 

“Ah! Y-yes! Oh!” Sesshomaru grunted as he was rolled onto his back and Ryuukossei's arms untangled his legs with barely an effort and pulled his knees up to his chest, “Oh, Ryuu!”

 

It was an awkward position for the submissive partner, but Ryuukossei knew Sesshomaru would recover quicker than he had when his first lover had subjected him to it; the pup was very flexible. Sweeping his thoughts of past lovers and their positions from his mind, Ryuukossei focused on pumping Sesshomaru's slender erection in time to his earth shattering thrusts, relishing the much louder cries he tore from Sesshomaru's elegant throat.

 

“That's it. Come on. Yell my name. Come on, come on.” Sesshomaru seemed to be responding to his senseless rambling as he pumped faster, thrust harder and Sesshomaru's tongue worked its way into his mouth again for a breathless, sloppy kiss.

 

Sesshomaru broke away from it with a gasp, his hair tangled as he threw his head against the bedding. He wrapped his arms around Ryuukossei's neck and pulled the dragon's mouth to his chest, as he panted and thrust down onto the dragon's swollen cock and up into his tightly kept hand, “Yes, oh! Just, ah! Ryuu! Ryuu!”

 

Neither cared about the level of noise they were making, though in the back of his mind, Ryuukossei realised Inutaisho could probably hear them and shrugged Sesshomaru's noises for a common street whore's. But he couldn't find the will to hush Sesshomaru or himself, especially when Sesshomaru suddenly arched off the bed and his legs grew taught, like the toughest of bow strings, around the dragon demon's arms. His mouth opened for a silent scream, an expression Ryuukossei was quickly growing very fond of, his hands like talons scratching at the expanse of smooth skin the dragon kept between his shoulder blades as their stomachs and chests were coated Sesshomaru's sticky, white semen. Ryuukossei stroked up and down Sesshomaru's cock thrice more, before he clutched at the bedding beside Sesshomaru's head.

 

Ryuukossei's eyes flew open, as Sesshomaru clamped down on his cock with an unbearable amount of pressure, “Ah, ah, ah.” He choked out thickly, as he attempted to breathe and his own, burlier body grew stiff and rigid above Sesshomaru. He could feel his fluids coating Sesshomaru's insides as he milked the last of his release into Sesshomaru with ragged pants with slow, almost painful thrusts.

 

He felt Sesshomaru roll with him with a needy whine as he fell to the younger demon's left side, both of them still intimately attached. Gently, the dragon demon pulled out of Sesshomaru, with a steadying breath. They drew apart, untangling their long limbs as they did so.

 

Ryuukossei sluggishly smirked across at the other demon, “At this rate you'll be finding yourself a new bed mate by the next full moon.” He commented as his breathing began to even out.

 

Sesshomaru stared at him blankly, his cold, indifferent mask back on, “I suppose.” He replied.

 

Ryuukossei chuckled tiredly when he spied Sesshomaru's nose wrinkling a moment later, an expression that made him look his age. “I'll wake us up early. We are in need of a bath.”

 

He began to shift and turn over, only to find his face caught between two small hands, “Sesshomaru, you need sleep. You have training in the morning.” Ryuukossei admonished gently, as though talking to a child (which he could argue that he was, not that Ryuukossei thought of the boy as a child; not after what they'd just done).

 

After a brief pause - in which Ryuukossei couldn't help but notice the young dog demon's hands were extraordinarily warm on his hot face and that his skin really was as soft as the white, silk kimono he wore - Sesshomaru released his face without a blink.

 

“You are right.” He acknowledged and rolled off the bed in order to toss the rumpled blankets aside and climb under them. The dragon demon followed suit a mere moment later, as he watched Sesshomaru snuggle himself into the futon and his pillow, his pale, silver streaked back to him.

 

“Goodnight. Happy Birthday, Sesshomaru.” He said, as he brushed away a few strands of Sesshomaru's ridiculously long hair.

 

“Goodnight.”

 

A few minutes later, all that could be heard in the large room was Ryuukossei's hissed snores and Sesshomaru's small puffs of warm breathe on the dragon demon's pillow.

 

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The next day saw a sunny sky, of which's air tasted of sweat as he watched Sesshomaru spar with his soon-to-be-aid Kazuo. The boys dodged skilfully (though Ryuukossei reckoned that Sesshomaru possessed far more grace than his sparring partner), attacked confidently (though Sesshomaru's attacks were spot on and caused Kazuo to stumble, whereas the other boy's did not) and worked off their hardy breakfast (though Sesshomaru really hadn't eaten that much, which was a cause for worry in the dragon demon's mind considering their activities from the night before). All in all, Sesshomaru out did his partner in everyway possible whilst in battle.

 

Ryuukossei sighed as he heard a twig snap from the bushes behind him and his emerald green eyes slid away from the wooden sword bearing demons to the said bushes. He sighed when an all too familiar scent carried itself along the breeze and to Ryuukossei's nose. He set himself to trudging to the noisy foliage and stepped into it as though stepping into a warm lake.

 

With a sigh and a well-disguised stumble, the dragon demon found himself nose to nose with a broadly grinning Inutaisho. With an exasperated sigh, that spoke volumes (really, as though he didn't know his friend was going to mention the `naughty noises' he'd heard come from his room the night before), “Yes, Inutaisho? What is it?”

 

Inutaisho's grin gained a wicked edge, “Someone had company last night.” He snickered childishly.

 

“What is your point?” Ryuukossei asked his voice strained with boredom as he resisted the urge to roll his eyes; Inutaisho was far too predictable. How was it he'd made himself known as the `Greatest Lord of the Western Plains'?

 

The dog demon's grin threatened to split his face as he continued to snicker, “I haven't heard you moan like that since before your mate past on.”

 

An awkward silence settled over them. “I still see no point to your observation.” The dragon demon finally muttered, after bestowing Inutaisho with a long, piercing glare that was only strengthened when his irises thinned perilously.

 

“I thought it was obvious,” The dog demon said, miffed at his friend's obvious attempt to spoil his fun. He dusted a few small, green leaves from his hair, “I want to know who this lady-demon was.”

 

“No.”

 

“What? Why?” Inutaisho practically whined, as he stared up at his friend. Who'd taken to standing straight rather than crouching like he still was a few moments before.

 

Ryuukossei crossed his arms and shook his head, “No, Inutaisho.”

 

“But, but!” Inutaisho's wide golden eyes blinked as the dragon demon turned around and began to stalk out of the bushes. He immediately set to bounding after his friend, arms waving frantically in the air. Ryuukossei had said he'd wanted Inutaisho to stop stalking his son; but he hadn't meant at his own expense! The dragon demon sighed as Inutaisho called after him, “Ryuu!”

 

“Worry about your own love-life.” The dragon commented dryly as he continued to walk briskly back to - well, somewhere that wasn't his room; it still smelt of sex and Sesshomaru.

 

“But I was!” Inutaisho replied immediately as he scurried after the irate dragon demon. “I bet she's got long hair; You've always had a soft spot for long hair!”

 

He continued in his guessing for a few more excruciating minutes. Until Ryuukossei (who was now openly massaging his temples) sighed, “What is the point of this interrogation?” He asked tiredly.

 

Inutaisho grinned as though he were a dog having found his favourite bone, “I was wondering if you could introduce me to her.”

 

“No!”

 

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Woffy: Well… There you have it my first lemon. This was betaed by Poet of Darkness 5 (on fanfiction(dot)net) whose lovely reactions spurred me into finishing it (cause I was seriously going to leave it to rot on my hard drive).

 

Just like with my other fics, I'll be back to correct errors and just improve this in general; so all critique is welcome, just like all opinions, good or bad. Please note, I might change the title; I don't like it. Please review, I'd love to know what you think.