InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Spark ❯ Fate Up Against Your Will ( Chapter 12 )

Chapter 12

 

Fate Up Against Your Will

 

As InuYasha ran up the side of the mountain, the imp on his back, he couldn't keep his curiosity at bay.

 

“So…what ever happened to Sesshomaru's kid?” InuYasha asked as he came to rest on an icy ledge. He had to dig his clawed toes into it to keep from slipping.

 

Jaken grabbed one of his velvety ears and pinched it. “Never you mind! It isn't any of your business.”

 

“Hey! That shit hurts! Come on! Just spill it. I saved your life, ya know.” InuYasha's ear twitched out of Jaken's grasp.

 

“Fine,” the imp grumbled. “Sesshomaru-sama was seduced by Raiju's older…much older sister a hundred years ago.”

 

InuYasha chuckled. “Older woman, huh?”

 

“Indeed. Sesshomaru-sama's great father did not approve of the relationship at all. Izanami, Raiju's sister, told everyone that she was with child. Of course, being the honorable youkai that he is, Sesshomaru-sama said he would marry Izanami. But, oh, that was a terrible, terrible idea!”

 

With a grunt, InuYasha pulled himself up to another ledge. “And why's that? Seems like the right thing to do.”

 

Jaken gave a short bark of laughter. “Because Raiju could've disposed of Sesshomaru-sama and the he would have been the heir to the Western Lands.” Jaken sighed. “So, your great father imprisoned Sesshomaru-sama until the child was born.”

 

“Geez. That's a bit harsh. Why do I get the feeling that the old man and Sesshomaru didn't get along?”

 

“Because they didn't, fool.”

 

Hissing in pain, InuYasha sliced his palm on a sharp ice-covered rock. “Okay. But what about the kid? Where's is it now?”

 

“Dead. Sesshomaru-sama killed the boy when he came of age.”

 

“What?! Why the hell would he do that for?” InuYasha, in his shock, nearly slipped down the face of the mountain. But, when he really thought about it, it didn't seem too far fetched for Sesshomaru.

 

“The child wasn't his. It was born hanyou. And it was the boy who challenged Sesshomaru-sama. Of course, this sent Izanami into a rage, so she challenged Sesshomaru-sama as well. After her death, Raiju has been plotting against your brother. This stunt with Rin is one of the many attempts to get under Sesshomaru-sama's skin. Your mother was no exception.”

 

InuYasha really did slip that time. Jaken in his terror, wrapped his claws around InuYasha's neck, choking off his air supply, which because of the altitude, was limited anyway. Before they plunged to their certain deaths, InuYasha managed to grab onto a weathered tree branch.

 

“Get yer hands off!” InuYasha choked out, using his free hand to pry the imps fingers from his throat.

 

“You're trying to kill us!” Jaken wailed.

 

“No I'm not! You can't just drop something on me like that! What about my mother?”

 

“I'm not saying another word until I'm convinced we're safe,” Jaken said.

 

SSSS

 

She was the sun around which all things leaned in for life, for warmth. No creature was more beautiful or more divine.

 

Being near her…he burned. But it was better than the cold of her absence.

 

Sesshomaru had at last forgotten everything but her. He didn't even know her name, but it didn't matter. The girl sat in the cool grass twisting her fingers in her lap. She was giving herself to him. He didn't know why, and he didn't care.

Dropping to his knees beside her, he let her fumbling fingers undo his armor, let the armor fall to the ground. He divested her of her clothes slowly, pausing to kiss every inch of flesh he bared until the girl was flushed and trembling with desire.

 

Impatient, he shed his clothes so quickly that he tore them. The girl looked afraid, tears stood in her eyes. He didn't want her to fear him, not really.

 

But the darker part of himself did. It wanted her submission, her fear, her blood. It terrified him. He couldn't understand why he felt that way. He couldn't fathom the depth of his actual feelings, feelings so strong they usurped the will of the spell. A cold sliver of rational thought that screamed at him to remember who he was, who she was and why this was more than foolish. It was deadly.

 

LEMON STARTS HERE: If you don't want to read, then please skip. I will alert you when it is done.

 

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Kagome watched Sesshomaru struggle with himself. He shook his head slowly. His jaw clenched.

 

She couldn't let him suffer like that anymore. It wasn't right. She'd done this to him, even if it was an accident. Everything that was happening, Rin's abduction, Jaken nearly dying, InuYasha getting hurt…all of that was her fault. Blaming it on fate or chance was wrong.

 

She sucked in a deep breath and put a hand on his chest. His skin was so warm, so smooth. His heart thundered under her palm. Sesshomaru leaned into her touch, his eye fluttering shut.

 

Kagome recognized the dull ache in her chest. Recognized it and hated it. It wasn't right to feel this way. Not about him. Not when after it was all over, he would not feel the way he felt at that moment. She also knew that she could push the feelings away, she could hide them from herself and the world, but they were insidious things, these feelings. They wouldn't be denied forever, but for now, she wouldn't have them.

It was his touch that sent her thoughts wheeling to the present.

 

Sesshomaru's hand moved over her hip in slow circles as he stared down at her with intense, fiery, half-lidded eyes. Every brush of his fingers, every puff of warm breath that slid over her skin sent fingers of want and desire to pool heat low in her belly.

 

When she felt the prick of his claws on the bare skin of her stomach, she cried out, covering her eyes with her arms. She couldn't bear this. Couldn't push him away. The absence of his touch made her feel weak and ill, but when his hands were on her, when his lips pressed against her throat, she felt so strong. His youki glided over her skin, delved deep within her. It wasn't an invasion, but a gentle caress, a dark, sensual whisper.

 

Slowly, he brushed his knuckles over her skin. His lips joined his hands, and he placed kisses, just the barest brush of lips, over her thighs. The cool air clashed deliciously with the heat of his mouth. Kagome shuddered, her hands fluttering at her sides. She wanted to touch him, but she was afraid. Afraid of the intensity of her own passion.

 

He rose over her body, his chest pressed over her legs. He moved over her until he could kiss her lips, until she could feel the hardness of him press against her heat.

 

Sesshomaru trailed his hand down her sides, over her stomach, stopping between her legs where she ached the most for him. He pressed his thumb there, moving it in small circles, the friction of the movement making her buck against his hand.

 

He moaned as he flicked his tongue over her nipple, the vibration of his pleasure making her tremble. His tongue, so hot, moved in time with his thumb. A sound tore from Kagome's throat that sounded more animal than anything else. It wasn't just the physical pleasure, it was his power rolling over her in wave after soft wave. It was a thousand smooth, warm fingers brushing against her skin.

 

Sesshomaru drew her nipple into his mouth, rolling it between his sharp teeth. Her hands tangled in his silky hair, and she jerked his face away, wanting to see it, see his eyes.

 

His eyes, no longer pools of glowing amber, were stained crimson. It only served to remind her that he wasn't human, that he was youkai…that after they made love he would be lost to her forever.

 

He laved the skin between her breasts, kissing down her stomach. When he moved between her legs, pushing apart her thighs when she tried to clamp them together, he leaned forward and inhaled deeply.

 

Sesshomaru's tongue replaced his nose, and he lapped at her gathering sweetness. Every brush of his tongue and lips over the bundle of nerves made sparks dance before her eyes.

 

Tension built within her, so strong it made her press her thighs around his silky head. Opening her eyes, she watched him watching her. It should've embarrassed her, and maybe it would when she thought about it later, but seeing him there pleasuring her with his mouth was the most erotic thing she'd ever seen.

 

She cried out when he moved up her body, wanting more of the slow torture of his tongue. Kagome turned her face away when he tried to kiss her. His lips and chin were slick with her arousal, but he caught her mouth with his anyway.

 

The taste wasn't bad, slightly salty and spicy and musky and all-together different than anything she'd tasted before.

 

Then his hard length was pressing at the center of her, teasing her clit, making her moan. Her fear was washing away in waves.

 

“Do not be afraid,” he said against her open mouth.

 

Sesshomaru dipped his head down and latched onto a nipple. With one hard thrust, he was inside her. Kagome screamed in equal pleasure and pain as her orgasm darkened her vision.

 

When she at last could see again, she opened her eyes to meet his cold golden stare.

END OF LEMON

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Rin watched with a growing smile as her power took the ravaged skin of Raiju's face and made it smooth again. His lustrous hair grew to its previous length, his eyes regained their jade glow.

 

“Amazing,” he breathed.

 

“Yes…it is,” Rin said, for the first time in her life she felt useful, like she had a purpose.

 

“I could help you hone those powers…or at least, find you someone who could,” Raiju offered with an elegant lift of his shoulders. “I doubt that Sesshomaru would be so ready to have you trained as miko who would have the power to destroy him.”

 

Her eyes widened. “You think I could destroy Sesshomaru-sama?”

 

Rin didn't miss the predatory gleam in his eye, the flash of white teeth. “Oh, yes. I know you could.”

 

“I would never!” she cried, backing away from him.

 

He rose smoothly to his feet, brushing his hair over his shoulder. “So you say. I won't force you to do anything. I merely offer you a choice, Lady Rin.”

 

She narrowed her eyes. “What?”

 

“Become my wife, and I will see to it you are trained properly.” At her horrified expression, he held up a hand. “Don't worry. I won't touch you. I don't wish to father any hanyou children.”

 

She didn't know why, but that stung. Was she so disgusting? Surely she hadn't been as a child. Children weren't disgusting. But her woman's body…was she ugly now. “I see,” she said, pretending not to care.

 

“I'll leave you to make your decision. You're no longer a prisoner here. Should my offer fail to entice you, you may leave at your convenience.” He gave her a deep bow, long black hair brushing the floor. Then he turned to leave. “Farewell, my lovely girl,” he said, shutting the shoji screen behind him.

 

Rin sat down on the futon, her hand over her heart. She didn't understand, not really. It was all too much to take in one day.

 

Deciding that she couldn't make any sort of decision about her future right away, she opted to sleep instead. As she lay down in the perfumed sheets, there was a tickle in the back of her head…a familiar aura.

 

Her heart leapt when she thought it might be her Sesshomaru-sama, but sunk just as quickly when she realized it was not.

 

No…it was…it was…InuYasha. And Master Jaken? Had Sesshomaru sent them to save her? Why hadn't he come himself?

 

Because, she told herself, He's in love with Kagome. He doesn't need or want you anymore.

 

The knowledge of it brought angry tears to her eyes.

 

Rising from the futon, she padded into the hall. “Raiju!” she said loudly. “I've made my decision!”

 

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Mild citrus, nothing too dirty

 

The very moment he entered her, he was himself again.

 

Every memory crashed down on him in an instant. Sesshomaru was so consumed by the fires of rage and shame that he didn't quite know what to do.

 

Forcing a mask of indifference on his face, he watched the girl look up at him fearfully.

 

“No,” she whispered, tears running down her cheeks. “Please.”

 

He moved to pull out of her, but the sensation of her tightness quivering and pulsing around his hard length brought made him moan.

 

Snarling, he pushed into her again. Hard this time, all of his gentleness gone. She cried out in pain underneath him, her tiny fists beating fruitlessly against his chest. The miko was so wet, so tight. Even in her fear, she wanted him.

 

He bared his teeth, clenching his eyes shut. Even his shame withered in the face of such lust. Her smell enveloped him, sinking into his skin, burning through his blood.

 

Sesshomaru nipped at her throat, making her scream in fright. He soothed the abused flesh with long licks of his tongue. He did this until she was crying from pleasure. Then he licked her tears away, liking the salty taste.

 

His hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back. When she gasped, he kissed her.

 

It wasn't enough. He felt as though he'd never get enough.

 

Sesshomaru took her leg and put it around his waist, opening her deeper for him. Mercilessly, he thrust into her as far as he could go. He watched her face contort in first pain and then ecstasy.

 

Brushing his lips over her ear, he whispered, “Come for me.”

 

He was greeted with her startled gasp. Her delicate hands came up to cup his face, but he snarled out of her grasp. He didn't want her tenderness, her love, her pity. He just wanted her body.

 

“Come for me, little miko,” he said again, only this time more forcefully. To drive the point home, he rotated his hips, swirling himself inside her. The miko threw her head back and screamed.

 

Her release squeezing him and pulsing around him was all he needed for his own. Sesshomaru grunted, closing his eyes.

 

Dimly, he heard her crying into her hands, her muffled sobs annoying him. Pulling out of her, he stood.

 

The girl only rolled onto her side, refusing to even look at him. “Sesshomaru?”

 

He stiffened, his gaze sliding to his sword that lay on the ground. “Miko,” he ground out. “This will never happen again.”

 

The girl sat up, covering her nakedness with her arms. “I know,” she said, sniffling. Her shaking hands gathered up her clothes and she hastily dressed without even looking at him once.

 

He watched her even though he knew the sooner he left, the better. She rose to her feet.

 

At last, she met his eyes. “You'll never see me again,” she whispered. “I'm going home.”

 

He scoffed. “This Sesshomaru cares not.”

 

She nodded. “I know that too. I'm really sorry about all this. I never meant for it to happen. I'm sure you're as glad it is over as I am,” she said, giving him a rueful smile.

 

He didn't like her forced cheerfulness. He didn't like the way she pretended not to care. He hated it. He hated himself for wanting her to cry and to beg him to stay and love her again.

 

Sesshomaru growled low in his throat. In a flash, not even caring about his nakedness, he grabbed her by the neck, hoisting her off the ground.

 

Her eyes widened and then filled with tears. “Sesshomaru,” she gasped. “I'm sorry…but…SIT!”

 

He released her as his body was slammed to the ground, pinning him there despite all his efforts to rise. The miko turned and ran, leaving him there in the dirt ashamed and angry.

 

He couldn't let her go, couldn't forgive her for what she'd just done. When the spell wore off, and it only lasted a precious few seconds, Sesshomaru dressed.

 

Then he chased after her, fully intending to end her life and get her out of his thoughts forever.