InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Most Delicate Perfection ❯ The Most delicate Perfection ( Chapter 1 )

TITLE: The Most Delicate Perfection
CHAPTER: oneshot
AUTHOR: Ankh Ascendant ( setosgirl0 / neferseti0 )
DATE: 8-22-09
FANDOM: Inuyasha
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Inuyasha, or make any money from it.
PAIRINGS: Inu no taisho/Sesshoumaru
TYPE: Drama smut
RATING: X
WARNINGS: non-consensual incest
OCs: none
BETA: none
WORDS: 2841
SUMMARY: Sesshoumaru is visited by his father as he watches the snow. Some marks can’t be unmade.
NOTES: When I started this, it was supposed to be consensual. Oops. Further note: this is closer to dog mating than human sex, for the reason that they’re dogs. If you’re interested, Wikipedia has a whole article on canine mating. * * * The Most Delicate Perfection

The shrouded gray darkness was strangely not oppressive, despite the heavy clouds looming across the sky, obscuring the light of the moon and enveloping the forest in peaceful silence. The normal sounds of the nighttime land were absent; no sounds of night birds or hunting predators, not the first rustle of life.

For all he could tell, he was the only creature alive.

A chill breeze rustled the grass and blew his long hair over his back without making a sound. As silent as the wind, he stepped up to the top of the hill and raised his face to the sky. His bangs drifted with the soft but relentless breeze over the moon marking on his forehead, and his fur ruffled against his cheek, blown behind his back with his hair.

The clouds didn’t move, huddling silently over the land. Up there beyond them was his castle, where he should have been; his father expected that he was there. The night called to him, however, and he wasn’t ready to abandon it just yet.

In the darkness above him, a tiny white speck caught his eye, drifting slowly down toward him, barely visible in the non-light. He watched it with absent interest, tracing its path through the darkness, until the snowflake landed intangibly on his nose. He shook his head gently to dislodge it, but it had already melted away, and when he touched his nose he only found a tiny wet spot on his skin.

More snowflakes slowly followed their fellow, drifting silently toward the earth. The breeze blew them gently off course, and he chose ones to follow with his eyes at random. On the top of the hill he was exposed to the wind and the snow, and made no move toward the shelter of the trees. The tips of his ears numbed in the cold, and his cheeks stung, but his eyes only followed the snowflakes. They gradually piled against rocks and buried the grass, building tiny colonies that slowly grew together, blanketing the ground in unbroken white perfection. The numbness of the cold, the blank nothing smell, the empty silence, the simple white softness unmarred by anthing yet… It was perfect purity.

“Beautiful.”

He turned his head slightly toward the voice, downwind and behind him. A footstep crunched in the snow, and his eyes drifted past the approaching figure to the line of ugly dark spots left behind him. Already… the snow was so young, and already its purity was being stolen. New snow might blow or fall into those footsteps, but they would never be gone entirely. Marks couldn’t be unmade.

“Did you hear me, Sesshoumaru?” His eyes raised from the footsteps to the speaker as he stepped closer, oblivious to the damage he did to the pure snow. Or simply uncaring. “I said ‘beautiful’. You’re a vision.”

“Thank you, father,” he murmured, and turned his eyes back over the top of the hill, to the snow that was still innocent of marks. He tried to put the broken snow behind him out of his mind, but it was impossible with the footsteps and the scent of his father intruding on his solitude.

A heavy arm wrapped around his waist, pinning his fur between them. His father’s scent completely overwhelmed the delicate clean smell of the snow, wrapping around him almost tangibly, smothering the fresh air.

He didn’t resist as he was firmly positioned against his father’s chest. The elder dog’s armor was hard against his back, separated from him only by the thin silk of his kimonos. Slowly his father’s hand rose and stroked the fur on his shoulder, and he shivered quietly. The heartbeat of the other seemed terribly loud in the quiet night, breaking the stillness as surely as his footsteps had broken the snow. His breath, though quiet, was a rhythmic counterpoint. Together they made it impossible to recapture the serenity of his vigil.

“This is a peaceful scene,” his father mentioned. The hot breath expelled with the words ruffled his hair and blew over his ear.

“It is,” he agreed simply. The heat of his father’s body was seeping into him and slowly melting the numbness of the cold.

“You’ve been here for a while.” His hand slid down off his fur and down his arm, rubbing slowly until he found the place where they crossed at the part between his sleeves, and twitched the material apart so his claws could trail over his bare skin. Sesshoumaru’s fingers twitched gently as the claws delicately ran over the stripes on his wrist. Otherwise, he didn’t react.

“Yes.”

This time his father didn’t answer. His claws slowly traced up his arm, pushing the kimono out of his way, then gripped his bare elbow lightly. The other rose and brushed hair off of his cheek, lightly tracing the stripes on the way, then over the top of his ear. A fingertip rested on the delicate point for a moment before it slid down the curve of the back. Hot breath touched his cheek and his neck, then was replaced by the touch of a moist tongue, sliding down his neck. He tilted his head the opposite direction. His eyes rose to the dark clouds while sharp teeth and hot lips pressed to his neck. His body shivered again, but his eyes caught snowflakes and followed them on their journey down. They were slowing.

The first hand continued to hold him in place; the second slid inside his kimono and over his chest, hot on his cool skin. It burned the way the kisses laved on his neck burned into him, searing through the numb coldness he preferred.

The snow stopped finally as the hand parted his kimono to his waist and slid out onto his obi. A single tug pulled it untied and let it drop to the ground. He felt it flutter against his leg in the breeze, but his eyes stayed on the clouds as they shifted only just perceptibly.

Sharp teeth nipped at his neck and pulled away. Heavy breath laced with want pushed past his ear. The musky smell of arousal was starting to stain the cloud of his father’s scent that surrounded them, but he didn’t need to smell it to know that.

“Let me see you,” he murmured huskily.

Without a word, Sesshoumaru lowered his eyes from the sky to the snowy world beyond the hill and took a step forward. His father’s hands slid back only slowly, finally falling away. He plucked at the sides of his hakama and they suddenly came loose and pooled around his feet, letting the long kimono free to drift around his ankles in the breeze. With a shrug, they too fell back off his shoulders and collapsed in a pile behind him. The breeze picked up for a moment, blowing his hair and soft fur gently over his back.

Above them, the wind began to break apart the clouds. A rift exposed the heavy moon in its bed of stars above them and let its cold light onto the landscape, reflecting on the snow like stars fallen to earth.

He heard a slow his of indrawn breath behind him. “Look at me.”

He twisted his head and looked over his shoulder at his father’s piercing eyes, then turned at the waist and then finally turned to face him fully. The breeze now blew his hair and fur away from him in the moonlight. He met his father’s eyes calmly, making no effort to hide himself from his scrutiny.

“Beautiful,” he said again, and unconsciously licked his chops. His own fur dragged through the snow in the breeze that shifted it, until it snagged in his armor. “Come here.”

Again without a word, he obliged, pushing his boots off with his feet as he stepped out of the pile of his clothing and back into his father’s grasp. The cold snow burned his bare feet numb. Firm fingers and thick claws wrapped around his arms and a hungry mouth descended on his. Eyes drifting through his father’s bangs and to the fleeing clouds in the sky, he didn’t resist, even as the hot tongue plunged into his mouth and tried to take up residence in his throat.

The kiss ended and trailed wetness across his cheek as his mouth descended onto his neck again. He gasped a great breath, and was almost overpowered by the heavy reek of hormones in the air. Even with his mouth free it was hard to breathe through it; it made him a touch dizzy, and he raised one hand to gently hold his father’s elbow and steady himself.

He felt his shoulder nipped again, then the simple breathed command in his ear. “Down.”

He sank silently to his knees in the snow. His hands touched his father’s waist lightly, then shifted his armor to the side, easily sliding his hands inside of his hakama. The heavy member was not hard to find, and he pulled him free, slowly stroking the solid organ with both hands. He was already quite hard and growing large, extending red and weeping from his sheath. Heavy musk assaulted him at once, but he didn’t hesitate to lean forward and take him in his mouth, feeling the sour-salty taste of his natural lubricant coat his tongue thickly. A groan greeted him as the cock slid to the back of his throat; he drew his teeth lightly along him but didn’t swallow him, because this was only a momentary diversion. This was not intended to be the full event.

A heavy hand in his hair held his head lightly, nudging him forward, and he followed the unspoken instruction, sucking slowly as he bobbed his head along his shaft. Liquid seeped thick down his throat and he swallowed it. The engorged member slid in his mouth in luxurious strokes, from the tip of his tongue to the back of his throat and back. He could feel it swelling further.

“That’s enough.” His father’s voice was a little tight, but still utterly controlled. He stopped at once and pulled back, as the hand in his hair reluctantly let him go. The thick member slipped from his mouth and bounced a little, spreading his saliva and the precum it leaked onto his chin and across his lips. He licked it off. It was hot and bitter.

He began to turn around, but a hand on his head again stopped him. “Over here. I want to see you.”

He glanced up at his father silhouetted in the moonlight, then moved through the snow to the other side of him without bothering to stand. The dark footsteps left in the snow glared at him silently, standing out like a scream against the pure white. His eyes were captured by them.

Claws stroked through his hair, the pushed his head forward; he followed the urge and moved onto his hands and knees, head bowed and watching the dark scars of the closer steps. The hand slid down his neck and followed his spine, resting in his lower back and pressing just hard enough to keep him still.

Slimy and hot, hard as the hilt of a sword, the blunt head of his father’s member pressed against his entrance. He went still, even his breath pausing for a moment. With one thrust it breached the entrance, and he gave a quiet gasp of pain, hands curling into loose fists in the snow. With a second, it was buried halfway to the hilt within him and he made a quiet noise, dropping his head and closing his eyes tightly. His hair fell in a disarrayed curtain to the side of his head.

His father gave a groan of appreciation and stroked his claws over his spine. The touch burned through his cold-numbed skin like he was made of heat. A sharp thrust, out and in, forced him deep and drew another noise of pain from him; another quick thrust and he was buried almost fully in him. Pain radiated from the center deep within him, spreading through his veins; he may as well have been impaled by a sword. That was what it felt like… the Tetsusaiga in its full form. And he could feel the bloated knot pressing against him, hot and heavy like a burning fist.

His father groaned again and his hands moved to hold his hips, as though he would try to get away. They both know he wouldn’t. He panted harshly with his head hanging, his own breath trapped between his body and the snow. Quiet grunts from above him kept time with shallow thrusts trying to delve further into him, until his body gave way and the burning knot forced its way into him.

“Nngh…” He tried to keep the cry quiet, but pitched into the snow, catching himself on his elbows. His claws dug into the frozen soil beneath the snow, his toe claws curling in the snow. It was impossible to keep himself relaxed against that, and his back and anus muscles spasmed around the painful intrusion.

His father made a mindless sound of pleasure and gave one or two more shallow thrusts that only locked them tighter together. Sesshoumaru felt a pulse of the hot flesh inside him, and claws dug deep into the flesh on his hips, and his father’s climax began to flood into him. He gave a whimper and arched his back, clenching tightly around him and pulling against the hands on his hips instinctively; he was held tight not only by the claws, but the swelled knot that plugged him and locked them together.

In a couple minutes he gave up any serious struggling, half collapsing in the snow. His sweaty cheek rested on his arm as his claws dug into the earth, back still spasming, pulling erratically against him. His eyes stared unfocused at the moon as he submitted to the pain and obscene bloating feeling of being filled continuously. Carnal noises of pleasure came from his father, lost in his extended orgasm.

Time stood still for a long time, lost in the burning flood of sex. Gradually, eventually, it slowed and trickled to a stop; his father slowly sank to his knees and loosened the grip on his hips so that his claws pulled out of his skin. Scattering blood droplets. Panting, Sesshoumaru continued to stare through the moon. One hand stroked through his hair and down his back as they waited for his father to shrink enough for the knot to leave him.

“Beautiful, Sesshoumaru,” his father panted quietly. His hand stroked down his back again, then combed through his sweaty hair. He didn’t answer. His abdomen felt overfull and painfully tender, and it hurt to think about moving. But his body would heal quickly.

“Beautiful…” he heard again, and then shuddered and groaned as the knot pulled free. A hot flood of his father’s seed gushed out of him, and he breathed heavily, shuddering until the muscle spasms calmed and the flood slowed to a stop. He pushed himself up on faintly trembling arms, head hanging and forming a curtain of hair around him.

That curtain was pulled back and over the shower with his fur, and a hot tongue flicked up his neck. Then his head was tilted around for a slow kiss. He didn’t resist.

His eyes raised to his fathers face and slowly focused on him as the kiss ended. He received a small smile in return, and another stroke down his back. “Get dressed and come home,” he instructed. “You can share my bed tonight.” With that, his father leg him go and stood up, then stepped around him and walked back down the hill.

Sesshoumaru raised his eyes to the sky again. There was no longer a breeze to move his hair, or take away the scent of his father and sex. The moon looked coldly down at him, silent witness.

Slowly, he stood, waiting for his legs to be stable and hold him. A slime of blood and seed ran down his leg; he picked up a handful of snow and scrubbed himself as clean as possible, then slowly limped over to his clothes at the edge of the hill.

Dressing was an arduous task, and he silently watched the landscape below as he pulled his clothes on. It was calm and pristine, shining in the light of the moon, reflecting it brilliantly. Silent, clean, unmarred… coldly, delicately perfect. Looking at it, it was impossible to know that behind him, where no one would see, it was stained with blood and semen and the dark footprints of his father that would never be filled.

He picked up his obi in one hand, then turned and raised his eyes to the moon as he walked down the hill. The cold was slowly making him numb again. ~end~