InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ This Sesshoumaru Needs Not A Mate - ON HOLD ❯ PART FIVE ( Chapter 5 )

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Part Five -This Sesshoumaru Needs Not A Mate

 

Had anyone told Kagome that she would be sitting, blissfully moaning in toe-curling bliss, as strong fingers and lethal claws massaged and scraped her scalp gently, she would have declared them worthy of certification.

 

“Oooooooh Sesshou… that feels sooooo good, don't stop,” she groaned huskily, eyes closed in unfocused contentment. His usual monosyllabic response caused her to grin.

 

“Hn,” he intoned absently, willfully ignoring her newest appellation for him. `Sesshou,'indeed. He had other, more pressing, issues.

 

Her response to his ministrations brought to mind his beast's last vision.

 

His jaw muscles clenched as he refocused his concentration on the silky strands that were currently slipping through his fingers... and nothing else. Not her graceful, edible neck, begging to be bitten; nor her well-defined clavicles with their little valley between, ripe for licking; nor her now-diluted scent of arousal, mouthwateringly delicate and spicy; nor the juncture between her neck and shoulders... His fangs began to lengthen in anticipation.

 

No, none of these were of significance; especially not her cleavage, nor those luscious nipples that occasionally peeked above the water. He averted his eyes. `No.' He growled softly to give his beast warning. None of those things were worth noting.

 

She was, rightly or wrongly, Inuyasha's bitch.

 

It would not occur to the Lord of the Western Lands until many hours later, while stalking his chambers in blinding rage and frustration, that he had ceased to perceive the miko as a worthless ningen bitch.

 

A meditative silence followed his response and, not one for protracted silences, the miko noted absently he had groaned, or was it a growl?

 

`Was that a good thing?' she wondered.

 

One never knew with the Taiyoukai who was so easily riled. Still, as blissful as this was, she needed to fill the space with words. She had some questions for the Mighty One, who she could no longer bring herself to call “Icicle Prince.”

 

“Submerge Miko,” came the less than gracious demand. Kagome rolled her eyes and obliged. `Even in this,' she thought, `he has to command. He must be a barrel of laughs in bed...' She sputtered as she swallowed a lung full of soapy water and had to be slapped forcefully on the back by those same hands that had, only moments before, gently massaged her scalp to rapturous heights.

 

A quirked brow of inquiry greeted her watering eyes as she attempted to breathe. `He really is impossibly stunning,' she thought and averted her gaze in embarrassment, beginning to blush furiously once again. He was affecting parts of her anatomy she did not care to dwell on.

 

As if guessing the issue, Sesshoumaru reached for the bottle and handed it to her forcefully, amusement in his eyes. `Impossible.'

 

The miko stared at the plastic container, dumbfounded at first. Then, in sudden comprehension, she took it from him.

 

As she fussed with the bottle - nearly dropping it twice in the water - he sat like an alabaster deity, unmoving, in front of her. The priestess cleared her throat to speak.

 

“Ahh, Sesshoumaru-sama, would you mind moving back a bit towards me and maybe stooping?” she requested politely. He was rather tall. He complied readily.

 

Kagome furrowed her brow. `How am I supposed to wash the ends if his hair is so impossibly long?' Then a thought struck her. She could sit on the bank. At least then, she could lift his mane out of the water and pay loving attention to its full length.

 

The miko got out of the water, pleased with her new course of action. It would also offer a comfortable distance from his body which seemed to radiate unnatural amounts of heat, she found. That had... NOTHING WHATSOEVER... to do with her own elevated temperature. Of course, not. Not at all.

 

She quickly wrapped herself in her towel, then carefully sat on the bank's edge.

 

`Much better,' she thought, edging closer to him.

 

What the priestess had failed to notice was the one definite drawback to this new position.

 

Though now covered - `Thank Kami, a girl can only be just so liberal and modern after all' - it was going to be a bit awkward washing his hair unless she chose to do it side-saddle.

Taking in a breath, she loosened the towel a fraction and moved her thighs apart, allowing his broad shoulders access to her smooth-limbed embrace.

 

The Taiyoukai's beast was in heaven. Here it was, right where it most wanted to be. All that was required was an opportune time, and the necessary return of a spike in her scent, to feast on its chosen bitch.

 

“You will begin now priestess!” the Taiyoukai insisted. with a sudden marked aggression. “There will be no more delays,” he growled out through clenched teeth.

 

`Ooooh yeah, a barrel of laughs,' she mused. Wait, why was she suddenly channeling Miroku?

 

“Yes sir, right away, sir” she said facetiously, doffing an imaginary cap before beginning her own gentle ministration to his flaxen locks.

 

Off in the distance a lone bird circling overhead went seemingly unnoticed by the duo.

 

The miko's soft humming and her languid movements through his fragrant sudsy mane caused the youkai to relax into her comforting warmth. He leaned his head back, just a fraction, to deepen her massage of his scalp.

 

“SQUAWK! SQUAWK! SQUAWK!” came the less than musical refrain from above.

 

`I really must see about getting a wench to attend my bath' he mused as his scalp was massaged - albeit feebly - by the ningen. Her pleasing scent wafted to his nose with each subtle movement of her body.

 

“You may apply pressure, Miko, this Sesshoumaru is not fragile,” he said matter-of-factly, without any sign of appreciation.

 

Before Kagome could respond with a tweak to those rather cute ears - she did like to live dangerously - he purred.

 

Yes, the Lord of the Western Lands, eldest son of the deceased Inu-no-Taishou, the Killing Perfection, and Youkai of All He Surveyed, purred, rather like a contented kitten whose `tum-tum' was replete with warm milk.

 

Kagome stopped in mid-scratch, looking down at his angelic expression and, despite her earlier need to reprimand him, smiled softly. `He really is exquisite,' she thought dreamily `such a shame about that personality defect, what with his need to mutilate at regular intervals.'

 

SQUAWK! SQUAWK! SQUAWK!

 

Overhead, the bird continued screeching, disrupting the near-perfect morning's peace.

The Taiyoukai opened one exasperated eye, then closed it again lazily.

 

She continued her massage, taking a moment to scratch behind his ears tentatively. He purred again. `I was right!' Inu were all one and the same, regardless of their species' hierarchy.

 

“Awww… the big puppy likes his wittle ears sccwwwaaatched does he?” she asked playfully, only to be rewarded by what was an attempt at a menacing growl, which instead came out as a groany, growly, purr.

 

“SQUAWK! SQUAWK! SQUAWK!”

 

Usually a great lover of flora and fauna, Kagome gave the ill-mannered avian a less than favorable glare, then opted to continue her gentle teasing of the youkai.

 

“Sesshoumaru-sama, you have a little condition someone neglected to tell you about,” Kagome said with a serious conspiratorial whisper.

 

She pulled his head back gently into her lap and stared with all due gravity into his eyes, catching herself as liquid amber looked up at her in question.

 

“You, dear sir, are a head slut.” She shook with laughter at his bemused expression.

 

`He is soooo easy.'

 

Those mercurial pools of amber met hers with barely contained frustrated rage.

 

Though not understanding her words, he did understand that she had, once again, found a way to ridicule his majesty.

 

He pulled away, dunking himself all in one fluid motion.

 

“SQUAWK! SQUAWK SQU...AARREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

 

Like Neptune, he rose and, in a swift, breathtaking pirouette, extended one striped wrist. His hair whirled in his wake, droplets sailing around his head like diamonds in the sunlight, as the Western Lord's poisonous whips arched towards the sky, striking the seemingly-innocent, ill-fated bird.

 

Feathers fluttered to the surface of the hot spring. Quietly.

 

Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed in triumph, his lip curling in a diabolical smile, as he turned to face the shell-shocked miko.

`There but for the grace of Kami,' she thought, as an errant feather landed gracefully on her head.

 

`That's it! I have had it!' Kagome jumped to her feet and reached for her clothes, noting that his were almost dry. `How long have we been here?'

 

`Fuck it!' She was getting the hell out of Dodge. No, even better, she was going back to camp collecting her things, and heading home early. This was just too much.

 

Kagome scrambled to right her clothing. `Where in hell are my bra and panties? I know I brought them,' she mused with renewed aggravation.

 

The Taiyoukai flipped his wet, leonine mane over his shoulder casually and leapt out of the warm spring, attending to his own dress as though nothing unusual had occurred.

 

Kagome averted her eyes with a sudden sense of propriety. He really needed a reality check and as soon as he got that well toned - `lickable' - ass in his hakama, she was going to let him have it.

 

Sesshoumaru had just barely managed to place his haori about his shoulders when she stomped towards him, the feather in her hand being brandished like a katana.

 

She may never have this opportunity again and, damn it, she was going to let him feel her displeasure.

 

“What crawled up your ass and died, Lord Homicidal Maniac?!”

 

No response.

 

“Why do you Taishou males need to pound, maim, or otherwise destroy everything you touch, including a woman's heart?!”

 

`Now, that came from nowhere,' she thought.

 

Again, no response.

 

“You are so much alike - you spoil everything.” A twitch. Yes, definitely a twitch to his lower jaw, and yet, he still kept his gaze on the distant horizon.

 

“STOP IGNORING ME SESSHOUMARU!” she bellowed. This was becoming a habit.

 

Finally… a reaction.

 

He swiveled, fixing her with a frigid glare.

 

This, of course, did not faze our priestess. She continued.

 

“Here I was, attempting to make a good morning out of an otherwise crappy, totally screwed-up day. and you go all psychopathic, killing a defenseless bird who happened to have the misfortune of having a less than pleasing bird-song. Well, I have had just about enough of you blasted dog demons for one day. I am going home! I am going to enjoy my party, a proper bath, and a great meal - without having it land on my lap pre-chewed!” With that, she turned towards the camp, neglecting to pick up her bathing items.

 

Like a certain hanyou friend of hers, never one to leave well enough alone, Kagome decided to give him a parting shot.

 

“You and Inuyasha have more in common than you can possibly imagine. You are both totally selfish and unkind,” she barked.

 

Somewhere in that Feudal land, the sun was shining bright. Somewhere, children shouted and, somewhere, hearts were light... but NOT... HERE... APPARENTLY.

 

It took a second for Kagome to realize she was pressed firmly against the rough bark of a tree and that breath was not forthcoming.

 

“Do not compare me to that hanyou filth, bitch,” he hissed, his warm breath fanning her face.

 

The priestess threw caution to the wind and rounded on him. Perhaps rounded was not quite the right word, it being rather hard to `round' when one was deprived of movement and only being allowed a modicum of oxygen.

 

Still, she managed to croak.

 

“And another thing! My name is Ka-go-me! Not wench, not ningen, not onna and certainly not bitch! Ka-go-me! Three syllables, real easy. Even a canine like you can manage to pronounce that!” she gritted out between clenched teeth.

 

For the second time in as many days, Kagome tempted the vagaries of fate and played with her longevity.

 

Her eighteenth birthday not looking so likely, if one was to judge by the look in the Taiyoukai's eyes.

 

He slackened his grip, instead choosing to press his body fully into hers, effectively pinning her to the tree.

 

“Listen well Ka-go-me, this Sesshoumaru is not fond of repeating himself. The `defenseless bird' was a minion of Kagura's. There are two choices in life, kill or be killed… I choose the former. Do not use the honored name of the Inu-no-Taishou frivolously, and never” - he pressed more firmly - “make a point of comparison between this Sesshoumaru and that ill-bred, uncouth, irrational hanyou in an attempt to quell your ardor for this Sesshoumaru,” he whispered menacingly.

“Fuck you, Sesshoumaru!” she hissed in his face. She no longer cared if he chose to kill her. It was all academic now, nothing she could possibly imagine would redeem this situation and she was going to go down fighting.

 

In point of fact, however, that was not to be.

 

Warm, soft lips crushed hers in that moment, while an equally warm, hard body made its intentions known.

 

Author's Note

What has become of the dynamic duo… all enmity, heat, lust… and then some…*Bows Reverently*

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