InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ This Sesshoumaru Needs Not A Mate - ON HOLD ❯ PART SEVEN ( Chapter 7 )

DISCLAIMER - The ownership and general brilliance that is the original Feudal Fairy Tale remains the property of its honored and rightfully revered creator Rumiko Takahashi without whose brilliance, we would not have fodder.

Mature: Sexual content, you have been warned.

Edited by: Meara

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Japanese Terms/Phrases Used In Part Seven

Shiro - Japanese Castle

tsumaranai mono desu ga - it is nothing/ it is a meager thing/just a modest gift

Kaze-no-Kizu - Windscar

 

Part Seven - This Sesshoumaru Needs Not A Mate

 

The thought that Lord Asshole had been close while Kagome was naked sent his brain spiraling into renewed hatred, blind rage and yes, jealousy - she was his.

“Where the #$# is he? He was here, right here, he was close to you…just how close Kagome?! What have you been doing all this time? Answer me bitch!” he growled, glaring at the back of her onyx locks.

Inuyasha was many things; a fool he was not. What he had not counted on was a very frustrated young woman, who had been having the best sensual experience of her life cut short by a selfish moron who treated her like a … dog.

The Miko rose out of the water, anger evident in her eyes as she swiftly grabbed her grass-stained towel and scrambled out of the spring. She began moving towards, the now retreating and frightened Hanyou, his puppy ears flattened in near subjugation.

“Excuse me?!” she said between clenched teeth. “Who the fuck are you talking to, Asshole!?”

Hurriedly she wrapped herself, not carrying if he saw her. The usually self conscious and deeply private young woman decided she was going to speak her mind for all the times she had selected to hold her tongue. For weeks, Inuyasha went off for his little trysts with his beloved clay pot, Kikyou, never once factoring her own feelings on the matter and the pain it caused her nightly.

“I said, where the #$# is he?! I know he was here! What the hell, were you doing with him? You told everyone to stay away from here. You had something planned with that stuck up piece of shit. Are you #$#ing him!?” he ground out, showing her his fangs. He knew this might not be the right tact, but he had to find out.

Though he said nothing, he had known about their frequent encounters of late, Rin's love of Kagome and the overriding sense that his brother had been watching the little tachi rather closely; and not just when his ward was visiting Shippou either. The common denominator in all this was Kagome.

`First Kouga now, my stuck up prick of a brother,' he thought in anger.

“Where Lord Sesshoumaru is plays no part here, Inuyasha. What does is your attitude and total disrespect of our former friendship,” she said now without annoyance, but a kind of sad resignation.

Inuyasha knew intrinsically that his next words could change his world. The Hanyou could not bring himself to fight with Kagome out of guilt. He knew of what she spoke. He simply just did not want to deal with it. Having his Kasutera and eating it too worked far better for his psyche. The Hanyou knew he could not choose between Kikyou and Kagome, nor did he wish to really. He had so few friends and was not letting that self-important asshole take that which he perceived as his even if, in the process, he destroyed her emotionally, leaving her barren and not able to love another. At least he could still keep her selfishly for himself and, with luck, she would continue to place him first, always hoping, always doting, without recourse.

“Oi, Asshole! Show yourself, pervert!” he said cracking his knuckles and grinding his teeth; his eyes like blazing suns rife with anger.

“Inuyasha, leave. I am telling you to return to camp now,” she said with a quiet calm that belied the fury in her heart. She finally understood him.

“Get dressed bitch! I don't take orders from anyone but myself!” he ground out, glancing at her towel with suspicion and something else.

Kagome noted his unwanted leer. His interest in her body was no longer an option. In fact, it made her feel queasy as she hurriedly changed behind a nearby bush, noting suddenly that her towel, which had previously been abandoned in rapturous lingual bliss, had been folded and placed, along with her jeans, and her top (what remained of it) at the bank's edge.

Inuyasha could not see the Taiyoukai but he sensed his presence, though his scent was masked.

I know you're there! I can smell your stench!” he said to the clearing, reaching for Tessaiga.

Emerging from behind the cover of trees, a tall white clad figure spoke.

“How ironic, this, from the jowls of a decrepit low-life like yourself who would not know the inside of a hot spring, if not thrown into it,” the lord youkai said sarcastically.

He had been present for some time, listening to the Miko and, though he would never admit it, safe guarding her person.

“Miko, you will fetch Rin and bring her here. We are leaving,” he commanded with his usual arrogance. Never once did his eyes leave that of the now practically foaming Hanyou.

Kagome bristled; it was his tone, completely devoid of emotion.

`Who the hell did he think he was ordering her about? Not ten minutes ago he was supplicating at her god damn challis for Kami's sake, and if Inuyasha had not come along…' she never finished the thought but chose instead to return to the task at hand. She would deal with Sesshoumaru later - one way or another.

`Okay, if you want to play it like that,' she fumed inside as she roughly tugged on the shirt, holding the ends trying to see how best to proceed. Then it struck her. She could do a Daisy Duke and tie a knot in the middle. There would be some cleavage and midriff exposed but how else was she to go back to camp, she concluded.

Usually, when Rin and Shippou had a play date, Kagome invariably brought the little girl to the nearest clearing specified by the Taiyoukai. There would be waiting Ah-Un, the youkai lord and the little imp of darkness, Jaken, with a look on his face like he smelt something foul. Rin never seemed to notice and always sailed into her little green nanny with happy abandon, only to be re-buffed. Of course, the usual results of the kappa's slight was his tiny form hurtling through the air at indecent speeds, landing with a squishy plop. He never learned.

The Miko refused to look in the Taiyoukai's direction. She didn't have to. She could feel his eyes on her. She blushed and focused her attention on Inuyasha as she came from behind the bush, still vaguely wondering about her favorite twin set, consisting of a rather expensive black lacy demi-bra and matching g-string, a gift to herself.

Ayumi had insisted she abandon her practical, though pretty, underwear and go a little wild for a change. She was going to be eighteen, after all.

`Ahhh, if Ayumi only knew how wild indeed.'

Her best friend had practically twisted her arm when they had last gone shopping. She was so sure `it' would do the trick and Kagome's guy would melt. Blushing all the way to the cash register, with a few other choice items, Kagome practically ran from the shop with embarrassment and exhilaration.

“What the #$# are you lookin' at pervert?!” Inuyasha ground out between clenched teeth bringing Kagome abruptly out of her thoughts.

Only then did the priestess look at the Taiyoukai, receiving the shock of her life.

There in all his pristine glory stood a perfectly accoutered Lord of the Western Lands, sans grass stains and his moko moko-sama tossed with haute couture flourish, just so, over his right shoulder. His hand grasped the hilt of Toukijin lovingly.

Her anger evaporated. She was speechless.

Ignoring the Hanyou, she approached him mouth gaping, walking around him slowly - catching herself - as she almost reached out to touch, making sure that this Sesshoumaru-sama was not an illusion.

The lord stood still only moving his head a fraction to watch her progress around him dispassionately. However, if one looked carefully enough, one could see a flicker of amusement and tacit understanding in that seemingly placid gaze.

“Miko?” inquired a deep baritone with veiled amusement.

“What the hell…when did you…!?” Then Kagome remembered herself. Where they were, and more importantly, with whom they stood.

This was going to be ticklish. She had questions and, damn it, she was being forced to be quiet for the time being. She would fetch Rin and bring her back and then, perhaps, he would bloody well explain himself.

Inuyasha's large amber eyes traveling like bouncing balls rapidly from the Miko to the Western Lord, trying to understand what was going on. It was a difficult task for him at the best of times, being a Hanyou of action, more than that of deliberation.

What he did know was something remained unspoken between these two and the intimacy of their eyes when they met one another disturbed him. Without meaning to, his claws gouged his palms so deeply they began to bleed.

She had been so pre-occupied with the lack of grass-stains, amongst other things, that she never thought to look into his handsome face.

`Oh Kami, here we go again,' she felt her face flushing, as he began at her midriff and worked his way up to her exposed cleavage, his eyes hooded and lips moist and slightly parted.

“Oi, Asshole, I asked you a question!?” said a now completely frustrated Inuyasha. This was not going according to plan.

Inuyasha had quite enough of being ignored by both Miko and Taiyoukai. By now they should be in their usual brawl. Instead the bastard stood there leering at Kagome like a wolf who had not seen fresh meat for some time. As for her, she looked like a pop-eyed fawn about to be willingly devoured and what was with her shirt?

“Be quiet Inuyasha, or I will remove your vile tongue,” came a quietly menacing hiss, what he had not expected was for this to come from Kagome.

“What the #$#%^, Kagome? Get away from him now!” The Hanyou's confusion grew, and with it his temper.

`There was a simple solution to all this leering and saucer eyed crap.' He lifted Tessaiga with anger in his heart, prepared to put an end to this intimate spectacle.

The priestess could feel Tessaiga's transformation and quickly whirled around to face the half-demon, only to be pulled quickly behind Sesshoumaru who had already unsheathed Toukijin.

“Let the games begin, little brother,” he said with a diabolical hiss of satisfaction. It was not for Inuyasha to know, that unlike the countless times they had `battled' Sesshoumaru's beast definitively wanted blood; perhaps even his death. He had shown disrespect to its intended mate.

“Fuck you asshole…today you die!” he growled, about to utter Kaze-no-Kizu.

Not particularly rational when it came to his brother, never once did it occur to him, that should he succeed, the Miko might perish as well. Somehow, in that moment, the possessive movement of the Western Lord in reaching for Kagome's hand and the way she took his, allowing him to pull her behind, spoke more than Inuyasha could bear.

He knew, in that subtle contact and movement, her acquiescence more than her scent; she was now his for the taking.

“Not, an option…except for you, not being schooled in the art of bushido, you wield your weapon like a club,” he goaded the half-breed, who chose instead in that moment to charge.

As with all defining moments of clarity, Sesshoumaru's words brought back a memory for the priestess.

The Priestess too, had made a quiet study of the Taiyoukai in his would be battles with Inuyasha. At first, she feared for the half-demon's life most often, until she happened, one day, to be sitting on a rocky ridge with Miroku who had just finished his afternoon meditation.

Kagome, as always, was about to run pell-mell and `rescue' Inuyasha from the clearly superior swordsmanship of his elder brother, when Miroku simply outstretched an arm to prevent her movement; the other firmly affixed to his staff - just in case.

“Watch, Kagome and tell me what you see.”

Her heart was in her mouth, as she watched the dance of pain her friend the Hanyou went through as Sesshoumaru repeatedly lunged at the half-demon. He pierced Inuyasha's skin sporadically but, more often than not, merely moving out of the way of Hanyou's haphazard darts, thrusts and mal pare; goading the Hanyou mercilessly. The half-demon only charged more forcefully without thinking, relying on brute strength.

It took some time before she realized there was something that she had not previously noticed. It wasn't the Hanyou. Inuyasha was attacking for all he was worth, a sweating, unkempt mess with undisciplined fire in his eyes, spitting expletives that would make a fish merchant blush. Lord Sesshoumaru remained contained and without ranker.

Sesshoumaru killed with precision and without compunction and yet he appeared to be, for want of better words, playing with his younger brother.

Miroku confirmed her suspicions.

“He despises him Kagome. His existence and behavior embarrasses his name and clan. However, he does not wish to kill him. In the end, he is his only living relative, Hanyou or not. They share the same Chi-Chi. Sesshoumaru is honor bound, to teach him the ways of bushido as his elder kin. Have you not noticed, dear priestess, the Western Lord no longer covets Tessaiga? Have you ever wondered why? He knows it is the only thing that keeps the Hanyou's youkai in-check. Inuyasha has not matured sufficiently to command his youkai half. His human blood proves deleterious in this process along with his unfocussed aggression. He will need cunning and skill to defeat Naraku, not passion alone. He told you this Kagome, albeit indirectly, remember? The Western Lord understands the bequeathing of that ken to Inuyasha. He just doesn't like it.”

The Houshi gave her a pointedly serious look, something he rarely did with his striking violet eyes, willing her comprehension.

“Even if the irascible, arrogant, little bastard doesn't know it, his brother is making him stronger in the name of their father Inu-no-Taishou.” And with that Miroku stood with the aid of his shakujou and turned back to the Kaede's village, leaving a confused priestess to follow silently.

END FLASHBACK

“INUYASHA, OSUWARI!!!” the priestess screamed. If she did not do this, she knew it would be his end, and that of Sesshoumaru, though he would be loathe to admit it. She was not going to be the cause of this. They were family, albeit seriously dysfunctional and prone to violence, but they were the last of the Taishou and that should count for something.

It would not be for some time to come before Kagome would realize fate had a hand in this moment and a great dog-general smiled somewhere in the ether intoning “Something to protect.” with satisfaction.

Inuyasha had kissed dirt for the second time that day. Groaning in pain, he lay there paralyzed by the spell in front of the one individual he did not wish to see his ultimate humiliation.

“How apt, you are in the position most favored by vermin such as yourself. Crawl Inuyasha,” the taiyoukai said smugly. It never failed to delight him when the Miko engaged in her `earthing' of the Hanyou wretch.

He was answered by the usual foul exclamations only muffled.

She felt a soft breeze caress her before the Western Lord snarled behind her and effortlessly scooped the Miko up in one arm then, nuzzled her neck.

`Oh Kami! He felt so good.'

“Puk ur the fuucka down ashhoow! Shh issnn't yooo to grope!” Inuyasha growled managing to get the last two words out intelligibly.

Before Sesshoumaru could answer him, Kagome grabbed Sesshoumaru's face and kissed him with all the passion she could muster in that single moment, to refocus his attention on something other than severely wounding his brother. She needn't have worried but she was not to know this. The lord's sense of honor and fair play precluded killing him whilst he was down. They would `play' another day. Inuyasha's words had merely been met with a swift kick to his side for good measure.

The kiss worked with the added deliciously surprise of an exotically delicate tangy flavor to his lips embrace that had not been there before.

Toukijin was re-sheathed swiftly…as he needed both hands to hold her tightly to him.

He had an odd look in his eyes, she noted, as he pulled her to him hurriedly and nuzzled her neck again. His chest vibrated with a comforting rumble as he whispered in her ear, “This Sesshoumaru still savors your essence upon his tongue…and will again.”

“Stop it you horn dog! This is hardly the time or place,” she whispered poking him playfully, blushing profusely at the suggestiveness of his words. He did have the most insane affect on her hormones. She actually had them in ridiculous quantities when it came to him.

“Hn.”

Was it her imagination or did that one, little sound have more than one meaning? This `Hn' was amused.

She looked up once again into those translucent amber pools and realized she could read them. `Or was it simply that he was allowing her to read them?' It was brief but it was definitely there, if you looked. And at that moment, she saw that he was admiring, once again, her cleavage, duly accented by her own fashion creation.

Spreading her arms and turning around, the Miko did a little peacock like display “You like? I call it the Daisy Duke,” she said with a kittenish smile.

“Why are you wearing this `Daisy Duke' in such an alluring manner Miko? Is it your expressed intent to have this Sesshoumaru remove the Houshi's sight upon our return?” he said as one clawed finger gently worried the knot securing her makeshift top. She batted his hand away without much conviction.

“Oh and speaking of fashion statements, Mr. Clean, Fresh and Smug, what's with…” her hands waving in a Vanna White like flourish by way of a request for an explanation of his current resplendent perfection.

“Ah-Un,” was the succinct reply.

“What? The two headed dragon has a flourishing express laundry business on the side?” she quipped sarcastically…wondering if she could just possibly nail him to a tree for a change without Inuyasha bearing witness and maybe finishing what they started.

“Miko, I am the Lord of the Western Lands, it would be unseemly to appear unkempt,” he said dryly, finally releasing his hold on her.

He noted she looked none the clearer for his explanation.

`Apparent this female lost higher brain function with protracted lingual contact to her delicious genitalia. Something he could well use to his advantage in the future, it being likely with her nature to confront when not pleased by his justified actions. Yes, a judicious application of tongue could sate her and reach his objectives. His beast agreed, for a change, it being such a small price to pay to have a ready means to dull her thinking process in such a pleasurable manner. A youkai has to do what a youkai has to do to keep a peaceful shiro. Absently, he wondered how effective his membrum virile would be … `certainly three times as effective, if length, girth and functionality was anything to go by,' he thought conceitedly. He would conquer this bitch yet...repeatedly.

“This Sesshoumaru is always prepared for every eventuality. Ah-Un's saddle bags are useful for carrying Rin's needs.” He said in a practical manner.

It dawned on the Miko then with a simple “Oh,” as big almond shaped eyes opened in understanding and a slow smile crossed her face. It would not do for Sesshoumaru to say he had a change of clothes because he feared dirt. No he just happened to have fresh undies at the ready. He carried EVERYTHING for Rin, of course. Not because he might need a change of clothing in his line of work with the constant bloodletting of lesser youkai and - she shuddered - ningen.

“You love Rin, you big soft puppy,” she focused on the positive refusing to send her thoughts back to the less comforting aspects of the Taiyoukai's propensities. They truly were different species.

“Rin is merely this Sesshoumaru's ward. It is incumbent upon him to provide for her care. This ridiculous attachment of unnecessary emotions are a fault of your kind. This Sesshomaru does not share this weakness,” he said coldly raising one silver brow.

The Priestess looked at him steadily, a smile playing about her soft lips as she watched his malleable sensual mouth move to its usual firm line, indicating displeasure.

“Riiiiight…you go with that,” she said dismissively, “Whatever turns your crank Sexy Lips.” She pecked him on said lips (briefly) and looked back the few yards that now separated them and the firerat clothed half-demon, still prone.

Kagome sighed. She had to go home. Inuyasha would soon be released from the subjugation spell. She needed to go now while the going was good.

Sesshoumaru watched her intently. Once again his gaze unreadable.

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"Tsumaranai mono desu ga," said Sango bowing, softly offering a parchment wrapped object with Shippou's doodling as a form of decoration. The full retinue of her little Feudal family, sans Inuyasha, stood at the well. Sesshoumaru and Rin were a respectable distance away from the tachi, allowing them their moment. Kagome noted Rin's little hand was dwarfed by Sesshoumaru's holding hers. She had a feeling he was holding his ward in check.

Kagome took the package with a bow and added it to the near empty backpack, having left most of the medicines and day-to-day items with Sango and Miroku.

Her breath caught as Sesshoumaru approached sans Rin who, as always, wondered off to retrieve Ah-Un for the journey home. As if by tacit understanding Sango, and Miroku stepped back, pulling Shippou with them.

Leaning forward so that only the priestess would hear, the Taiyoukai spoke in a commanding whisper.

“Do not delay returning Miko. This Sesshoumaru intends to mount you repeatedly in the comfort of his private chambers in the Western Shiro. You will remain as guest of this lord until such time that you have regained the use of your lower limbs and vocal cords. As you are the alpha bitch of your tachi, you may return to them at my discretion for the inevitable battle with Naraku. Your skills will be needed,” he said dispassionately.

“You arrogant pric…” her final word muffled by those damn lips. Her body clung to him in seeming desperation. The scent of fresh linen once again pervaded her senses as she held tightly to him like wet silk. There was no question, he wanted to rob her of her will to speak. What he did get, an added benefit, was a saucer eyed addled stare.

He was right, he deduced, `If his lips had this affect what more would his manhood,' he thought smugly.

“Rin will also enjoy your stay. You may bring the kitsune with you,” he said to put an end to any chance of her refusing his more than generous offer.

He stood away from her, aware of the stunned expressions surrounding them and not caring. Her little tachi had not heard the exchange, just her reaction and the kiss…however brief.

They could well guess, though. Miroku in particular had a decidedly debauched dreamy expression on his face as he turned and leered meaningfully at the demon-slayer.

“THWACK… THUD…GROAN”

Kagome did not bother to look at Miroku. Her friend the taijya had stormed off once again, righteous indignation clearly etched in her squared shoulders and gate.

“Kirara!” she said, reaching for Shippou who had been seeking one last goodbye hug from his adoptive mother, arms extended. The slayer leapt on Kirara's back and was gone, leaving Miroku still blissfully engaged.

“Those butt cheeks could crack a nut,” he sighed to himself, oblivious to the genuinely horrified expression on the taiyoukai's face.

Author's Note

LOL! I love Miroku, such a total unrepentant deviant, or so it appears. (Snort) who are we kidding? He is.

Ja Ne.

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