InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ This Sesshoumaru Doesn't Do Christmas ❯ Battle with the Beast ( Chapter 3 )

Also unbeta-ed. Beta's busy and I'm too lazy and anxious to email a back-up.

 

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This Sesshoumaru Doesn't Do Christmas

Chapter 3 - Battle with the Beast

Friday, November 28,2008

 

 

Kagome couldn't stop laughing. Every time she got it under control she looked at the back of the car, overflowing with bags and boxes, and the giggles started all over again. She'd managed to get over the guilt of spending Sesshoumaru's money by assuring her self that she'd pay him back after the holidays and she'd gone just a little crazy. After dropping off her friends and emptying out their purchases the car was still incredibly full and she was more than glad she had a big strong man to help her bring it all inside.

 

Finally reaching the home they shared together, her bright smile faded for a second before returning to full shine. His car wasn't in the driveway, but he was sure to be home soon. They'd spent the whole day shopping and even though Sesshoumaru had insisted in going in to the office today, he certainly couldn't find an excuse to work late. She grabbed a few of the smaller things and a few surprises she wanted to make sure he didn't see and headed inside to stash her secrets away and wait for him to arrive.

 

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Inuyasha was lying in his bed staring at the ceiling. While sorting through his purchases for what to keep for himself and what were gifts for friends and family he'd remembered something strange. During the odd conversation about his very demon brother acting very human, something he was sure Sesshoumaru had never done before, being quite proud of his heritage, Kagome had said something that wouldn't leave him alone.

 

She'd said that if it weren't for the markings on his face… Though she'd been cut off by the monk, he had a good idea of what she would have finished with; that she wouldn't think he was a demon at all. He wasn't close to his half-brother by any means, but he knew for certain that Sesshoumaru had markings on other parts of his body as well, his wrists and his chest for sure if not more. That she'd somehow missed them or forgotten about them wasn't a possibility, which meant that the taiyoukai was hiding them, but why? Why would a demon so proud of his strength, his power, and his status suddenly do everything he could to seem human? It just didn't make any sense!

 

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He knew he was in trouble. Already several times he'd nearly given himself away. It was rather hard to retain the level of concentration necessary to maintain his concealment spell when he was pleasantly distracted in other ways by the female he was busy deceiving. It wasn't just the spell, either, though it was absolutely exhausting. He didn't even manage to sleep completely for fear the concealment would lapse and Kagome would end up with a not so sweet surprise if she woke up and noticed. Instead he lay there next to her every night, maybe three-quarters asleep and aching to wrap himself around her possessively and allow his true nature free reign.

 

It was a constant battle with his instincts. So very often he had to stop himself from burying his nose in the curve of her throat and simply breathing her in. He wanted to taste every inch of her soft flesh. He wanted to nibble at her inner thigh and suckle her breast like a newborn pup. He needed to taste her blood, to ease the pain of her monthly cycle like only his kind could, but couldn't because he knew that humans didn't crave each other's blood and human men certainly didn't offer to perform such services for their females during that time like inu would. He was certain she would be disgusted by it and by him and then he would lose the only thing that mattered to him anymore.

 

He wanted to mark her so that all other demons would know she was taken, not a mating mark, at least not quite yet, but still a mark of possession. She was his, and every single day he worried that another might snatch her away because his claim was not clear for all to see. His demon half screamed for him to drown in her scent, to lose himself in the taste of her, to bite her, to mark her. She was his! Why would he not claim her?

 

The beast didn't understand why he was hiding and to tell the truth he didn't either. It had been a spur of the moment decision, made out of the desire to spend more time with her and the fear that a miko would want nothing to do with a taiyoukai. Sure, she was best friends with Inuyasha, but he was a hanyou. Yes, she'd dated a demon before, but it was a short relationship and he didn't know why it had ended, so he'd automatically assumed she didn't like the demon instincts and tendencies. Since her previous boyfriend was canine as well, it was a short leap to deciding he needed to act as human as possible to get her, to have her as his own.

 

Now he was stuck and he had no idea how to escape it. He'd done nothing but think of ways to tell her, to explain his actions, but in his mind things never turned out well. He needed help but didn't know where to turn. Perhaps if his father were still alive, but then if the old dog were here he probably would have put a stop to this charade before it even got started. He'd known better than to pretend he was someone he wasn't, but he wanted her too much to care. Now he was certain he would lose her because of it.

 

He didn't really have any other choice. Sesshoumaru sighed as he pulled into the driveway behind her car and rested his head on the steering wheel. He would have to call his brother.