InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Stream of Consciousness: A LiveJournal Collection ❯ To Break the Mold ( Chapter 35 )

Title: To Break the Mold

Community: Iyhedonism

Theme: Mamihlapinatapai (means when two characters share a look of longing but don't necessarily act on it)

Place Earned: Mod's Choice (like honorable mention)

Genre: Hentai, Comedy

Rating: R

Word count: 972

Warnings: sexual content

 

 

**Warning: this story contains sexual content. Adults only, please**

 

 

To Break the Mold

 

“Move it, Sesshoumaru!” Inuyasha yelled.

 

“Nothing is stopping you from continuing on your way, Inuyasha,” the taiyoukai replied. “This Sesshoumaru does not desire to remain in your presence any longer than absolutely necessary.”

 

“Bastard,” the hanyou growled before storming past him. “Let's go!” he called to his comrades, who moved to follow. Sesshoumaru ignored most of them, but his eyes locked on one particular female. His bright golden orbs boring into her darker ones, conveying the full nature of his desires, all of the delicious things he wanted to do to her. Shock reflected in the female's eyes, but also curiosity. She was intrigued, and it apparently embarrassed her; she looked away, scurrying along to catch up with the group. When he was alone once more, Sesshoumaru sighed heavily, seating himself on a convenient boulder.

 

He wanted to break the mold. His father had done so before him, though he could admit the female he lusted after was different from Inuyasha's mother. For one thing, she was no princess. She had not lived a life of luxury, being waited on hand and foot. He could infer with reasonable confidence that her life had been filled with work, hardship, and toil. But still, to surrender to his desires and take her as a mate would have drastic consequences. He would be the subject to the criticism and scorn of the entire youkai world, much like his father was. He was used to reverence, entitled to respect, and he was sure many who gave him those things did so because they believed him to be a youkai of exceptional standing, above consorting with anyone except the most well-born full-youkai females.

 

So he hesitated, unwilling to follow through on his desires, yet equally unable to bury them. That was why he intentionally set himself in the Inu-gang's path today, to catch a fleeting glimpse of her. The way she carried herself, like a proud warrior, the fierceness with which she fought to defend her companions, the way her muscles shifted as she moved…he couldn't get enough of it. And that ass! It was absolutely immaculate. No wonder the monk liked to spend so much time petting it. And the slayer too.

 

Oh, yes, he wanted to break the mold. For you see, the absolute worst choice of a mate for a full-blooded Inu-youkai was…a cat. Yet, a cat was precisely what he in his insanity longed for. She was everything he could want in a female: strong, loyal, and intelligent. Painfully adorable in her small form, and powerful and majestic in her large one. Even her name was beautiful.

 

“Kirara…” he said aloud, his tongue in heaven just from forming the syllables.

 

There was a reason his true youkai form was a giant dog. He was more animal than many people realized. And he longed to release that side of him, to give into those primal desires. If only his gorgeous feline possessed a huge youkai form as he did. Then they could fuck like the animals they were, darkening the forests with their shadows and filling the air with their pleasured howls.

 

But he was cursed with this humanoid body, unable to become a suitable mate for his precious neko. So until he found a way to make himself smaller or her larger, he would have to content himself with his imagination. What was softer: her fur or his mokomoko-sama? That was just one of a hundred questions that constantly occupied his thoughts, haunted his dreams, left him sweating and hopelessly aroused come morning. He was grateful Jaken possessed a weak sense of smell. Someday he would cast aside the shackles of the society that held him back, and indulge fully in his yearnings. And he would get all of his questions answered.

 

 

Shippo blinked and cocked his head to the side, his perplexed gaze focused on the scene before him. He didn't know how it had happened, but Sesshoumaru had managed to transform himself into a dog, though one not nearly as large as his full youkai form Inuyasha had spoken of months ago. In fact, he was about the same size as Kirara. And the inu-youkai was now doing…something to the fire-cat. They were very energetic, the two of them. Sesshoumaru stood behind Kirara, leaning on her, rapidly thrusting his hips forward and back. And was that something going inside Kirara? Shippo was officially confused.

 

“He's not hurting her, is he?” the young fox asked to no one in particular. They were making some pretty funny noises, sounds he had certainly never heard before. The fact that the other members of the group were staring at the pair in stunned silence only increased his concern. Kagome was the first to break out of her stupor, turning to face him with a face as red as Inuyasha's haori.

 

“Um…no, Shippo-chan. He's not hurting her.”

 

“Oh, then what's he doing?” he posed innocently. Kagome shook her head, flushing even darker. Then she picked him up in her arms and started walking back toward the village.

 

“Inuyasha will tell you when you're older.”

 

“The hell I will!” the hanyou replied, snapping out of his daze. He too stormed away from the lovers, muttering under his breath about how he always knew his brother was fucked up in the head. Sango didn't know how to feel about this. On the one hand, this was her oldest and most loyal companion! On the other, she wanted Kirara to know happiness. And if having Sesshoumaru hump her into next week made her happy, then she was fine with it.

 

“Come on, Houshi-sama,” she said to the last remaining onlooker. “Let's leave them alone.” Grinning in that perverted way of his, the monk offered one final thought before joining his fiancée.

 

“I wonder what the kids will look like.”