InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Torn ❯ Reconcilliation ( Chapter 14 )

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Chapter 14

 

 

Reconciliation

 

 

 

Now, in his hanyou form, Inuyasha's senses were much more acute than they had been on the first night that he and Sesshoumaru had shared the ultimate intimacy.  Being that he could only discern a barely restrained longing in Sesshoumaru's eyes, he allowed himself to be drawn toward those amber orbs, the blue crescent moon, the mauve stripes, the face that he could never get out of his dreams or his thoughts.  Without even realizing that he had moved, the sight became accompanied by warm breath, barely felt, but the scent strong and enticing.  It seemed that perhaps Sesshoumaru found it as difficult to breathe as he did, both stuttering in shallow, short, pants.  Eyes still open, the source of that breath was cut off as their lips met, ever so lightly, Sesshoumaru's as soft as silk, barely touching, but sending out waves as hot as the lava.  Falling into the heartwarming, body-scorching sensation, Inuyasha finally closed his eyes and tilted his head to the right.  He applied the smallest amount of pressure and took Sesshoumaru's bottom lip between his own, savoring the sliver of flesh for a long moment before bringing his face back around in front of Sesshoumaru's, then slowly leaning to the left.  It was a leisurely pace set by Inuyasha while he traveled the flesh of Sesshoumaru's face and neck, periodically returning to those succulent lips, not leaving an inch untouched.

 

It seemed that Sesshoumaru was content to allow Inuyasha to touch and scent him, to be the one in control, as though he did not want to scare Inuyasha away, which probably was a very good idea.  Aggressively seeking his own desires would give Inuyasha the impression that his purpose was only to sate his own needs without consideration to Inuyasha's.  Consequently, he held his breath and sat frozen, though it took much of his reserves to do so.  The feel of Inuyasha's flesh against him, and the spicy forest scent permeating his nose, wreaked havoc with his senses.  Not to mention the tentative touch of Inuyasha's lips.  Patience and purpose would not be undermined by weakness of the body.  He could, and would, restrain himself no matter how much Inuyasha might decide to torture him.

 

Though, unintentionally, Inuyasha did just that.  Leaning slightly to the left, Inuyasha nibbled on Sesshoumaru's upper lip, still not drawing it fully between his own, while his right hand began carefully tracing circles on Sesshoumaru's chest. It was sheer torment as Inuyasha made trails along Sesshoumaru's cheeks, not truly kisses, but with slightly parted lips skimming the skin, leaving the dew of his breath.  The feather light touches were driving Sesshoumaru mad.  Finally, Inuyasha relaxed into Sesshoumaru's lap and sunk fully into his mouth, to which Sesshoumaru risked responding, sliding his tongue along Inuyasha's, carefully suckling.  A moan was wrenched from Sesshoumaru when Inuyasha ran the tip of his tongue around Sesshoumaru's fangs while digging his hands up under the silky mane that ran down Sesshoumaru's back.  Such teasing tenderness made Sesshoumaru's chest tight with longing, but not for the physical, but rather for Inuyasha's affection.

 

Sliding his hand from beneath Inuyasha's thick, white mane, Sesshoumaru brought it up to palm Inuyasha's left cheek, his thumb gently skating along the cheekbone that was still slicked with tears.  His heart ached with the knowledge that he was the cause, though he would never admit such a weakness to anyone.

 

At this unexpected show of affection, Inuyasha withdrew his hands from Sesshoumaru's hair and brought them down to wrap around Sesshoumaru's torso then pulled himself tighter against that healing embrace and began to unconsciously roll his body in wave after wave against Sesshoumaru, grinding their hips together.

 

Though savoring the silk of Sesshoumaru's lips, and being held skin to skin against his warmth was very enjoyable, Inuyasha felt physically dirty.  The perspiration caused by the recent turmoil clung to him, carrying with it the scent of doubt, fear, despair, desperation and anger.  It was becoming more and more intolerable by the moment, reminding him of all the reasons that he should not be doing this.  If he were going to make any progress, the scents of the past needed to be washed away, leaving him clean in his body, mind, heart, and soul.

 

“Sesshoumaru,” Inuyasha whispered, his breath pouring its heat against Sesshoumaru's lips.  “I need to bathe.”

 

“I agree,” Sesshoumaru murmured, yet remaining stationary.

 

Inuyasha pulled away, lifting an eyebrow.  “Are you saying I stink?” 

 

Of course, he was not serious, knowing full well that Sesshoumaru's senses were much keener that his own.

 

The right corner of Sesshoumaru's lips tilted upward, “No, little brother.  But, I do understand.”

 

And he did.  He could smell it just as well as Inuyasha and did not want anything hindering their progress any more so than Inuyasha desired.  This was, after all, a very delicate situation.  They were traversing thin ice that could split with the slightest wrong move.  The scents coating them both would be no different than warm heat, teasing the ice, taunting it to break.  Yes, bathing was a very good idea.

 

When Inuyasha moved to stand, Sesshoumaru caught him around the waist and easily lifted them both, Inuyasha being forced to wrap his arms and legs around Sesshoumaru.  One might think that with only one arm, rising from such a position would be difficult for Sesshoumaru, but not only did he have much practice, he was also able to defy gravity, a very handy ability in a situation like this.  Rather than walking the short distance to the water, he graced Inuyasha with a smooth lift into the air then gradually sank into the heated water at the center of the spring.

 

“I wish I could do that,” Inuyasha complained.

 

`This is only one of the injustices of being born a half-breed.  It should not have been thus,' thought Sesshoumaru, but knowing that if he were to voice such a thought, Inuyasha would take it as an insult, though it was only the simple truth.  Yet, that one little sentence enlightened Sesshoumaru.  Yes, Inuyasha was stronger than the most powerful hanyou, but he was missing many of the advantages of being full youkai.  It was these numerous small weaknesses that could get Inuyasha killed one day.  Sesshoumaru knew this, had always known it, which was the main reason for continually attacking Inuyasha.  If Inuyasha could not survive, it was best that Sesshoumaru dealt him a quick death and not something slow and painful that he might otherwise receive from another.  Until now, he had not fully realized that he had been doing Inuyasha a favor and it surprised him somewhat.  He didn't so much hate Inuyasha as he felt pity for a creature that was deprived of the means of survival, and that at the same time, had the misfortune of being the target of much hatred.  It would have been best for his parents to have never conceived Inuyasha, or to have killed him at birth for the simple fact that his entire life would be an injustice, a travesty.  However, Sesshoumaru had never been able to end his brother's life, despite having had ample opportunities.  He could never bring himself to do so.  And he had often wondered why that was. 

 

'Have I always loved Inuyasha?'

 

Before Sesshoumaru could answer that question, Inuyasha slid away from him and stood neck deep in the water then laid his ears back and sank below the surface.

 

`What the hell is he thinking about?' Inuyasha thought as he shoved away from Sesshoumaru, dove beneath the water, and rolled to his belly.  The rush of water skimmed along his body, taking with it the grime of his previous emotions.  The only downside was the water that invaded his ears.  He hated that, but it wasn't preventable.  As soon as he broke the surface, he gave his head a vigorous shake in order to expel the water from deep within his ear canals.

 

“Is that truly necessary, Inuyasha?” Sesshoumaru asked as he wiped the water from his eyes.

 

“Well, the shit gets in my ears and it...tickles,” Inuyasha said as a blush crept across his cheeks.  “That's why I prefer waterfalls.  It's easier to keep the water out,” Inuyasha added.

 

“Ah, I see,” Sesshoumaru responded, relieved that it wasn't some low breed instinct, but rather a necessity. 

 

`I must remember that,' Sesshoumaru thought, searching his mind for a waterfall on his property while he also sank into the water and swam underneath the surface toward Inuyasha.

 

Water never bothered Sesshoumaru much, and during the day, the fact that he could see somewhat compensated for the restriction on his sense of smell.  But it was the dark of night, and the only sense that he could rely on was touch, making him feel out of his depth, something that required greater concentration and putting him in a more defensive mode, which was why he grabbed and drew up out of the water the thing that was abruptly slithering along his flesh.  What he held in his claws was the arm of one surprised Inuyasha.

 

“My...apologies, Inuyasha," he muttered hesitantly.  Apologizing wasn't something to which he was accustomed and he had found himself doing much of that for Inuyasha lately.  It was irritating, almost as irritating as relying on only one sense.

 

“It's alright,” Inuyasha responded before shaking his head again.  “I shouldn't have done that with you not being able to see and all.”

 

Sesshoumaru flinched and turned his head while being pelted with drops of water that seemed to have turned into tiny weapons.

 

“If it would not be too much trouble, warn me before you do that,” he sort of asked, but mostly demanded as he turned back to face Inuyasha.

 

Inuyasha cracked a wry grin.  He had just found a new way to annoy Sesshoumaru.  “I'll try to remember that, though I can't make any promises.”

 

Unaware, the world disappeared into the small grin on Inuyasha's face, a pleasant return to the person Sesshoumaru had known weeks ago, or was it months now? 

 

Inuyasha could have sworn that Sesshoumaru was smiling, though it did not appear on his brother's lips.  He waited in anticipation, hoping for the smile to break free from its confines.  As he waited, he didn't even realize that his own mischievous smile had given way to one that was a bit more wistful.  He continued to stare as Sesshoumaru gazed at him.  And then it happened; the smallest upturn at the corners of Sesshoumaru's lips.

 

“I love you,” Sesshoumaru whispered, and this time it wasn't forced at all.

 

Inuyasha's eyes widened as his jaw began its slow descent, his lips parting, only to be taken advantage of by Sesshoumaru's mouth, hungrily devouring his lips and tongue.  Inuyasha had been very aware that those words were always accompanied by some tension on Sesshoumaru's part.  The fact that they were spoken without hesitation, without force, sent Inuyasha into that kiss with his entire being.  He reveled in the knowledge that Sesshoumaru seemed to truly mean what he was saying.  He could barely believe it.  It took the breath right out of him.  His ears rang with the sound of Sesshoumaru's melodious baritone voice, those words filling the halls of his empty heart.  However, he wondered if it was too soon to be giving himself over to these regenerated emotions.  There was still that seed of doubt, that instinct to protect himself.

 

It was obvious to Sesshoumaru that Inuyasha was thinking again; a bad omen.  Withdrawing from the kiss, Sesshoumaru turned a serious gaze to Inuyasha's confused countenance.

 

“Inuyasha...I do not wish for you to feel coerced into this.”

 

“Keh!  You're the one that kidnapped me!”

 

“Yes, and I attempted to seduce you.  Perhaps...it would be best that I returned you to camp?”  It was a test, but necessary to insure that Sesshoumaru didn't make a mistake that could not be repaired.

 

“No,” Inuyasha whispered, punctuating his response by shaking his head.

 

“Are you absolutely certain that you will not hate me when all is said and done?  Can you be confident in your response?”

 

Inuyasha's face fell when he realized that he could not answer right away.  The fact that he even needed to think about it told him that Sesshoumaru may have a point.  Disappointed in his hesitancy and what it meant, Inuyasha stepped away from Sesshoumaru and walked away with his head hanging down, his bangs covering his face.  Glancing around, he decided to go back to shore and lay down on the bed of blankets and Sesshoumaru's pelt.  He turned away toward the shadows of the forest, unable to look at his brother. 

 

When it came right down to it, he was still concerned that he would regret his decision later.  That grievous obstruction kept bearing down on him.  He had to overcome this obstacle.  Fleeing the inevitable would only prolong his indecision and haunt him.  There was one other detrimental effect.  He could lose Sesshoumaru, and that was a prospect that he wasn't sure that he could endure.  So, he had to make a choice.  And the only choice was as obvious as the fact that the grass was green in spring.  It didn't matter how things turned out.  It was his decision and his responsibility, no room for regrets.  If it didn't work out, he would survive and would go on with his life.  What other choice would there be?

 

As Inuyasha was making plans for what he would do should this endeavor fail, something warm slid down beside him and he felt himself being pulled against Sesshoumaru's chest, cocooned when the fluffy pelt was pulled around them.  The spicy scent that was Sesshoumaru drifted up his nostrils. 

 

This felt right.  This was where he belonged, where he desired to be.  This was...home.

 

Sesshoumaru felt Inuyasha relax against him and took that as a sign that Inuyasha had made his decision.  There were two ways to find out.  He chose not to ask, but to let actions speak for him.  Laying on his left side, he encircled Inuyasha's waist with his right arm and slid his hand upward to press against the center of Inuyasha's chest while wrapping his right leg around Inuyasha's.  There was no struggling when he crushed Inuyasha against his body, no attempts to pull away when he ran the tip of his tongue along the outer edge of Inuyasha's right ear.  So far, so good.

 

The beat of Inuyasha's heart quickened and he melted when he was drawn into the warm body behind him.  Surprisingly, his earlier reservations blinked out of existence.  There were no words spoken, none were necessary.  A silent understanding, perhaps a matter of scent, passed through them both and the world of sight disappeared behind Inuyasha's eyelids while he focused on Sesshoumaru's touch.  It was not a difficult thing to allow his eyes to close.  The sensation of touch and the scent of Sesshoumaru filled his senses.  Goosebumps traveled to cover every inch of his skin when wet warmth tickled the edges of the tender triangular ears that grew from beneath his white mane.  An abrupt flick caused his ear to brush across Sesshoumaru's moistened lips, prompting a shudder to run through his body.

 

Sesshoumaru wasn't certain that teasing Inuyasha's ear was pleasant for his brother, but the thing was just so readily available and he was willing to test the idea.  Gliding his hand upward and sliding it beneath Inuyasha's face in order to wrap his hand around Inuyasha's jaw and cheeks, Sesshoumaru held his brother immobile while licking more liberally around the edges of the delicate ear.  A shuddering breath later, Inuyasha's back arched.  A good lathing had Inuyasha squirming and panting, but there were no complaints.  It pleased Sesshoumaru to no end that the hanyou's ears were not so much ticklish as sensitive and that he could wring such a response out of Inuyasha.  It was much too easy.  Not only that, but Inuyasha's writhing was exciting a particularly sensitive organ of his own body.  Then something extraordinary happened.  Sesshoumaru sucked the now overly sensitized ear into his mouth and Inuyasha nearly screamed and bucked against him.  Sesshoumaru couldn't stop suckling and had to keep a tight hold on Inuyasha in order to continue the torture. 

 

Both began rocking their bodies in tandem and Sesshoumaru was forced to roll over and pin Inuyasha to the ground.  He smiled when he discovered that he had access to Inuyasha's other ear and he wasted no time taking advantage.

 

“Fuck, Sesshoumaru!  You're killing me!” Inuyasha gasped.

 

“Would you prefer that I cease devouring your delectable self?” Sesshoumaru rumbled, his voice deeper than usual.

 

The answer wasn't immediate.

 

`Keh!  If he doesn't stop, this is going to be over before we even get started,' Inuyasha thought.  But that was as far as he got.

 

Once again, Inuyasha's left ear was sucked into Sesshoumaru hot, wet mouth to be nibbled, licked, and suckled.  Inuyasha's mind became a puddle of wanton desire as his body lost control and did its best to thrash around beneath Sesshoumaru.  However, he was effectively pinned and only succeeded in writhing against Sesshoumaru's body, a body which was enjoying it very much.  Sight, hearing, every sense but touch, escaped Inuyasha.  His mind was gone and he didn't care.  There was no concept of time, of what would happen in the morning, of the consequences they could suffer.  The only thing that he knew was that his body craved more and he was giving in without a thought.

 

And that was just fine by Sesshoumaru.  He was getting what he needed, as was Inuyasha.  The body attempting to contort beneath him was rubbing him in all the right places.  His straining erection glided between the globes of Inuyasha's ass, the slick wetness of its own making smoothing the way, and he wasn't the one moving, yet.  He too became lost, devoured by the sensations that Inuyasha was evoking, but not just the physical.  Inuyasha was wholly giving in to him.  There was no resistance, no hesitancy.  There were no outside forces pushing or pulling, forcing them apart.  Their entire beings were in agreement.  And this only added fuel to the fire.

 

“No more.  No more,” Inuyasha gasped and thought that he had won a reprieve when his left ear slid from between Sesshoumaru's lips.

 

That wasn't the case, which became distinctly clear once Sesshoumaru had him by the right ear.  Inuyasha groaned.  He was thinking that he would not be able to endure much more when he felt Sesshoumaru grasping his shoulder and pulling upward, turning him around and facing him toward his brother.  Sesshoumaru spread his own legs underneath Inuyasha's thighs, sliding Inuyasha into his lap and bending his knees, locking Inuyasha into a full body embrace.  And all the while, Sesshoumaru never released his hold on Inuyasha's ear.  For a brief moment, Inuyasha was paralyzed as the old hesitation won out.  With determination, Inuyasha stomped that doubt out of existence.  He wanted this and he was going to have it. 

 

There was no preparation, no real foreplay.  Inuyasha either didn't need it or didn't want to take the time.  What he needed was something more substantial, a new and stronger bond.  With that in his heart, he rested is forehead against Sesshoumaru's chin, raised up onto his knees and reached down, taking hold of Sesshoumaru's stiff erection then guided the already lubricated tip to the entrance of his aching body.  He wanted Sesshoumaru in him, filling him, loving him.

 

“Sesshoumaru,” he whispered a near silent prayer as he closed his eyes and lowered himself down Sesshoumaru's sleek shaft.

 

Both men tensed and closed their eyes as Inuyasha sank into Sesshoumaru's lap, trembling.

 

`Finally, finally,' echoed in Inuyasha's mind, as well as in Sesshoumaru's.  He was completely filled, connected in a way that could not be had in any other way.

 

The light shuddering of Inuyasha's body prompted Sesshoumaru to grip him in a tight embrace.  And there they stayed, for long moments, basking in the healing warmth of skin against skin.  Their surroundings evaporated as they gave in to each other, no hesitation left, only needy hunger and desire.  And from there, nothing else mattered.

 

Their mouths crashed together.  They devoured each other, their bodies taking on a life outside of their minds and thoughts as they began to move unconsciously with the rhythm of the universe.  Fire and ice vied for dominance.  They gave themselves over to the craving for each other's touch and clutched at each other as though each was attempting to become one with the other.  The strength of their individual spirits blended into one and brought the night to life with the inferno of their passion.  And it burned; it burned with the heat of a thousand stars.  Even the wood of the forest felt the struggle to take all that could be given and feared being burnt to ash with the blast of ancient energy.

 

A writhing mass of tangled limbs fell into the white down that covered the ground.  Inuyasha sat up and rode Sesshoumaru amid swirling light against black velvet.  He soared as Sesshoumaru bucked against him and reached out to grip his erection.

 

“Se…Sesshoumaru,” Inuyasha gasped as that tension grew in his belly and spread throughout all of his muscles, tightening more and more with each passing moment.  Through the blinding pleasure, he hadn't even been aware that he had been speaking.

 

This moment of bonding was so incredible that Sesshoumaru barely heard his name whispered on Inuyasha's breath, much less able to even breathe himself.  Inuyasha had him arching from the ground in his hunger for more, more than he could ever have.  He threw his head back, his neck straining as he reached for that peak that just might give him the very thing that he needed, to be unequivocally one with his brother, his chosen, the one that he would keep forever.

 

Sesshoumaru flung his head to the side as his eyes glazed over.  His body drove itself into his lover over and over again.  The tension that Inuyasha was feeling becoming his own, winding tighter and tighter until he felt that he would snap and break into a million slivers of pleasure that, in its intensity, bordered on pain.  As he arched into the last throes of his aching need, Inuyasha fell and slid his arms around Sesshoumaru's neck and hung on while they were pummeled by the approaching firestorm.

 

Soaring higher and higher, beyond what could be deemed a state of consciousness, the two exploded.  Inuyasha reared, throwing his head back, his white mane flaring as his howl echoed and mingled with Sesshoumaru's.  Both quaked as they were blinded with white searing heat.  In the wind howling through Sesshoumaru, his entire body seemed to leave the ground before convulsing in the rampaging fury of sensation.

 

Their bliss faded all too soon, their tight embrace seeking to banish the reality creeping in.  Aftershocks, teasing their flesh with the memory of moments passed, gradually seeped from their bodies, leaving them exhausted.  Though sound returned, cherished silence reigned, neither willing to sever the bond with useless words.  Time, never ending, stretched out and floated on the breeze until both slipped into the comfort of a shared, dreamless sleep.

 

 

 

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Inuyasha and all associated characters are owned by Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz.  I make no profit from this story, nor do I intend to.  My only goal is to occupy my demented mind with delusions of actually owning a life-sized, anatomically correct Sesshoumaru.

 

 

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