InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Torn ❯ Mended Hearts ( Chapter 19 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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“Rin!  Rin!” shouted Shippou as he ran through the gate of his new permanent home, a place that he had doubted he would ever see again.  And here he was.  Joy surged through him like a tidal wave.

Rin came running through the trees at break-neck speed.  

“Shippou!  You came back!  I knew Lord Sesshoumaru would bring you back!” she squealed, knocking Shippou onto his back as she flew into him, flinging her arms around him.  Ever the optimist, she had waited impatiently, but with the knowledge that her hero would never fail.

Both were grinning a mile wide as they stood and dusted the grass from their clothes.

“Yeah, and we won’t be leaving again unless to go visit someone like Sango and Miroku.  She’s having a baby, you know?  And you’ll get to come with us!” he panted.  “We’re here for good!”

“Rin,” Sesshoumaru said, gaining the girl’s attention.

“Yes, Lord Sesshoumaru?” she chirped.

“Take the kit…Shippou, and go play,” Sesshoumaru said, correcting himself.  After all, they were a family now.

“Hey, wanna go make some rock candy!?” Rin exclaimed, already running toward the front doors.

“Sure!”

As both children scurried off to make a mess, Sesshoumaru could barely contain a smile.  His life was complete.  Inuyasha was home.  Laughter would ring through the halls for a long time to come, what with two rambunctious children wreaking havoc.  Sesshoumaru’s brow furrowed.  Since when did he enjoy the cacophony of so many individuals?  He supposed that it had been a gradual increasing of his tolerance.  It was Jakken who had first become a constant presence.  Then Rin had come along and the two had nearly driven him insane with their petulant arguing.  However, he had become accustomed to their constant chatter.  How quickly he had fallen into it.  Was it something that he had needed without even knowing?  It did not matter.  His existence was no longer one of brutal supremacy; although, he would still be master of his domicile.  There would be no mistaking that.  Regardless, his path had turned and his life would become much more interesting, not that Rin and Jakken hadn’t been amusing all on their own.  But now, there was someone with whom he could share his life and all of its trivial fringes.

This culmination of events would not have taken place had it not been for the weakening of his strength by Naraku’s poison.  Naraku had lost in more ways than one.  In fact, Naraku was actually responsible for the life that Sesshoumaru now had.

The colors of the surrounding landscape seemed exceptionally brilliant and sharp; the scents on the breeze crisp and definitive.  Everything surrounding him was more alive.  But the most pleasing of all was the warm presence strolling beside him.  Inuyasha had come home to stay.  Such a strange turn of events.  And he hadn’t needed to sacrifice anything.  In fact, he was stronger for it.  Inuyasha was correct when he had told Takemaru that one’s strength increases exponentially when that person has someone to protect.  He would protect his family with every ounce of power that had ever flowed through his veins.

Though the future held great promise, Inuyasha’s view was tempered by experience.  Sesshoumaru’s palace felt like home.  However, for Inuyasha, only the passage of time could solidify that idea.  He hadn’t been there long enough to actually establish a permanent presence.  Too many times a potentially bright future had been snatched away.  So it was habit to mistrust those things that could make him happy.  There could forever be a dark force just waiting to sweep it all away.  Perhaps he would eventually be able to let down his guard and fully enjoy this opportunity, despite his current hesitancy to completely relax into the new lifestyle.

Turning his head and gazing up at his brother for reassurance, Inuyasha met amber orbs that seemed to be examining his features.

“We are home, Inuyasha.”  Sesshoumaru stated, his words having a deeper underlying meaning.

“Yes, home,” Inuyasha agreed, smiling up at him, somewhat relieved that Sesshoumaru was reiterating the fact that he belonged.

Sesshoumaru turned his face forward, tipping his nose up into the air and taking a deep, cleansing breath only to be unceremoniously brought out of his sentimental mood.

Huffing and puffing and having barely escaped being trampled by the excited children, Jakken scurried up to his lord and master.

“Lord Sesshoumaru!  I see that you have returned!”

Sesshoumaru turned his gaze toward his ever faithful retainer, who always seemed to be stating the obvious.  The toad’s diminutive size had never prevented him from, to the best of his abilities, serving Sesshoumaru in the highest capacity.  It appeared that Jakken lived only to serve the great and terrible Lord of the West.  Sesshoumaru supposed that Jakken knew him better than most anyone.  Jakken also had the insane habit of believing that he would be relieved of his service, and head, at any moment.  Despite that, he displayed a jealous protectiveness that Sesshoumaru had found endearing, as well as amusing.  Oddly enough, Jakken had not given him one bit of trouble concerning his relationship with Inuyasha.  Although Sesshoumaru had noticed the initial glares directed at Inuyasha.  The toad had held his tongue.  That was a miracle considering Jakken’s outspoken nature.

After a moment’s thought, Sesshoumaru found a chore that would please the toad.  Jakken was consistent in his complaining of being commanded to play babysitter to Rin.  However, Sesshoumaru knew that the toad considered it a high honor.  After all, how many people did Sesshoumaru trust?

“Jakken, you will see to it that Rin and Shippou are occupied while I…tend to my mate,” Sesshoumaru ordered with arrogant superiority.

Jakken’s brow furrowed as he looked back and forth between the two, obviously confused.  Inuyasha appeared to be in fine health.  Once realization hit him, his little puke green face blushed into a nice shade that mimicked the grass beneath his feet and his yellow bug-eyes nearly fell out of his head.  He barely managed a response, all pending complaints concerning babysitting effectively swept away.

“And, Jakken…”

“Yes, me lord?”  Jakken managed to squeak.

“Expect a thorough examination of your ability to produce rock candy,” Sesshoumaru stated, his head slightly tilted, staring away as though commenting on the weather.

“But, but…” Jakken spluttered.

“Come,” Sesshoumaru instructed, taking Inuyasha’s hand in a tighter than necessary grip, leaving Jakken to his task.

“You know, you’re going to have to learn to stop ordering me around like some servant,” Inuyasha growled while allowing Sesshoumaru to drag him along.  That is, after he closed his gaping mouth.  He had never heard Sesshoumaru so openly tease anyone.  Perhaps Sesshoumaru was genuinely happy.  What a foreign concept.

Sesshoumaru suddenly turned, grabbing Inuyasha, and plastered their bodies together, taking his mate in a soul searing kiss, tasting everything that Inuyasha had to offer. Inuyasha easily acquiesced, falling into the kiss with equal fervor.  Nothing could compare to Sesshoumaru’s heated kisses.  The taste, scent and sensation always turned Inuyasha into a puddle of goo.

“Yet you enjoy it,” Sesshoumaru whispered into Inuyasha’s ear after sliding his lips away.

Inuyasha snorted, but couldn’t keep the smile from his eyes.  A shudder ran through his body, his head lolling to the side and his eyes rolling back into his head as Sesshoumaru’s wet tongue licked a swath up the pink inner path of his ear.

“You know,” Inuyasha panted, “You can be damn persuasive.”

“I am aware of this fact and intend to use it to my advantage with every opportunity that presents itself,” Sesshoumaru whispered, his warm breath ghosting over the fine, white hairs of Inuyasha’s ear.

“Yeah, well,” Inuyasha said as he shivered then swallowed, “One of these days, I’ll find something to use against you.”

“Ah, but you already know what that is and have used it to your advantage on many occasions, little brother,” Sesshoumaru grinned, licking the pink flesh of Inuyasha’s other ear, recalling all of the times that he had given in over that one little phrase that Inuyasha loved to repeat.  

“Just say it, Sessy.”

Inuyasha’s arms clung to Sesshoumaru’s waist, seeking to steady his quivering legs.  Sesshoumaru had learned how to take his breath away and leave him on the verge of unconsciousness.  In those moments, thought was foreign to his mind.  Only sensation remained, somehow breaking through the euphoria burning inside his abdomen and chest.  The blood rushing through his veins was pumping so hard that there was no room for any other sound.  Any time that Sesshoumaru decided to assault his body, his lungs would temporarily forget how to draw breath. Eventually, the encroaching darkness and the overwhelming dizziness would remind him of the need to breathe.  

Sliding his hand up Inuyasha’s back, Sesshoumaru threaded his fingers through the thick mass of Inuyasha’s long, snowy white hair, tugging it until he had brought Inuyasha’s face into view.  The young man’s brilliant golden eyes were half lidded and glazed with lust.  His cheeks were flushed a rosy hue, his lips swollen with the extra blood filling his skin.  The tips of his fangs peeked through the slightly parted lips.  In his state of inebriation, he looked completely and utterly defenseless, a state which Sesshoumaru had found to be quite alluring.

Sesshoumaru could not help himself.  With the fluff that was usually used as a weapon, he hoisted Inuyasha, wrapped his mate around him and headed off to the bathing chambers.  After the day’s journey, cleansing was needed before he would indulge in this tasty morsel; except for the ears.  In order to keep Inuyasha blind to his surroundings, Sesshoumaru suckled at them, wringing whines and moans from his mate, delighting in the feel of Inuyasha writhing against his body.  Every response fueled the desire to take his mate, but today, he wanted to savor his mate.  Their journey had left no place or time for them to indulge in the pleasure of the flesh.

It wasn’t until Inuyasha felt the creeping heat of water swallowing up his skin that he was able to blink away his drunken stupor.  Sesshoumaru had done it again.  Somewhere along the way, he had lost his clothes.  His ears were feeling slightly sensitive.  The delicate skin could not take much handling.  Perhaps that was the reason that Sesshoumaru had seen fit to relinquish his hold on them.

For some strange reason, Sesshoumaru still held him in the grasp of mokomoko-sama.  The weight of all that wet, fluffy fur restricted his movements and he looked up to see Sesshoumaru studying him once again.  Sesshoumaru seemed to have been contemplating quite a bit the past few days, leaving Inuyasha occasionally feeling ignored.  Was this what Sesshoumaru had done on all of his previous journeys?  Think?  Inuyasha couldn’t imagine such a boring existence.  He hoped that they would not fall into a rut with Sesshoumaru always being so distracted that he became completely neglected.

“Close your eyes, little brother,” Sesshoumaru murmured with unusual affection, the soothing quality of his baritone voice giving Inuyasha no reason to protest.

The moment Inuyasha closed his eyes, he felt Sesshoumaru leaning him back and combing his hair out into the water.  The heat created by the earlier teasing gradually receded as deft fingers began to wash his hair with something that contained a slight hint of pine fragrance.  It took some time as Sesshoumaru had only one hand to work with; not that Inuyasha minded in the least.  Tucked against his mate in the warmth of the water was quite relaxing.  This was the first time that Sesshoumaru had ever really pampered him.  It was peculiar, but too enjoyable for him to really give a damn.

As Inuyasha’s hair was cleaned, it practically glowed with the conditioning properties of the concoction Sesshoumaru had applied.  The long, shining, white hair was stunning in its opalescent beauty.  ‘Enchanting’ was the only word that Sesshoumaru could use to describe it.  Why hadn’t he noticed it before?  So much about Inuyasha he had taken for granted.  That would not happen again.

For the moment, Inuyasha was being cooperative and Sesshoumaru stole the opportunity to savor the feel of Inuyasha’s creamy skin, flushed pinked with the heat of the bathwater.  By the time he had finished with Inuyasha’s arms and chest, he could tell that the young man was nearly asleep.  Just as well.  It would give him more time to relish what would finally be his for the taking any time he desired a taste, a caress, anything that he wanted.

Initially, Sesshoumaru made certain to avoid any areas that would be sexually stimulating.  That could wait.  All was quiet and peaceful.  They were alone for the first time in days.  During the three months prior, the situation had been relaxed and enjoyable.   Hopefully, that would now be the norm.  He would do his utmost to make it so.  Though his little brother may, on the outside, appear to be thick skinned, Sesshoumaru had learned that this was not the case.  He would need to consider Inuyasha’s feelings much more than he had first suspected.  This, he could do.  He had never failed at any task and would not fail at this one.  Any other requirements could be broached at another time, but not now.  

Who would have thought that the brothers could ever let their guard down around one another?  Yet, here they were, as vulnerable to each other as either of them could ever be.  Sesshoumaru sat on a ledge beneath the water; his pale skin bared to the sun, his lengthy silver hair twisted into a roll that hung over his right shoulder, his face hovering studiously over his brother while his arm slowly skimmed through the water as he memorized the smaller body lying across his lap.  Inuyasha’s body had become pliant, his face turned into the baby-fine fur as he lazed in his brother’s embrace; absolute trust.

A lazy smile curled the edges of Inuyasha’s lips as he enjoyed the wandering hand that was bathing his legs.  When the caresses turned into a massage, Inuyasha found himself drifting off into a rare peaceful sleep beneath Sesshoumaru’s capable fingers.  It was a welcome relief after everything that they had been through.  

Inuyasha couldn’t believe how tender Sesshoumaru was behaving, even while seemingly lost in thought.  There was absolutely no way that he was going to interrupt Sesshoumaru’s attentions.  The affection present in those gentle touches warmed his heart.  No, he would simply lie quietly and soak it all in.

‘Keh, just like a lazy cat.  Wouldn’t Kilala be jealous!?’



Inuyasha awoke to incredibly soft and comfortable warmth wrapped firmly around him.  Stretching, curling back into a ball and sleeping as long as possible were the only things on Inuyasha’s muddled brain.  However, Sesshoumaru had other ideas.  The hand gripping and kneading Inuyasha’s hip was an abundantly clear indication that sleeping was not on the menu--Inuyasha was.  

With his body molded around Inuyasha’s, Sesshoumaru slid his hand upward against Inuyasha’s chest until he was able to tuck Inuyasha more solidly to his own body.

“So, you have finally decided to join the land of the living,” Sesshoumaru murmured into Inuyasha’s right ear, sending it flicking along with its fellow shivers that were currently tracing little sparks down Inuyasha’s spine.

“Yeah, well…”  Inuyasha had to swallow away some of his drowsiness, “s’kinda hard not to with you feeling me up,” Inuyasha finished with a stretch and a yawn.

Sesshoumaru took the opportunity to slide over Inuyasha, sinking down while balancing himself on his elbow.  How he could be so graceful and fluid with only one arm and hand had always baffled Inuyasha, not that he would complain.  

“You know, Sess, I think that your arm is growing back,” Inuyasha mumbled, his bleary eyes studying the stub of Sesshoumaru’s left arm.

Sesshoumaru nearly smiled at Inuyasha’s use of the pet name.  However, he was pleased that Inuyasha had not completely reverted to the childhood pet name of ‘Sesshy’.

“Do tell,” Sesshoumaru smirked from his vantage point, resting his chin on the back of his hand.

“Well, I didn’t know it could do tha…!”  The attempt to speak with such force merely prompted another yawn.

“Hn,” was all Sesshoumaru had to say concerning Inuyasha’s near pout as he was much more interested in activities that did not include studying insignificant portions of his physique.  

Sesshoumaru watched as Inuyasha’s eyes drifted shut, his head falling to the right and nuzzling the soft fur of mokomoko-sama.  Inuyasha definitely needed to wake out of his hazy, twilight stupor.  Still, Sesshoumaru had to take stock of the view before him.  Inuyasha’s thick black eyelashes dusted the crest of his cheeks which glowed with a deep pink due to the surrounding warmth.  His newly washed and dried white mane flowed haphazardly across the pillow providing a backdrop for his serene expression.  In repose, his features gave the appearance of a boy that was not quite yet a man.  There was the slightest hint of a contented smile on his rosy, full, parted lips.  All in all, it was an incredibly beautiful portrait that inspired Sesshoumaru to rub his cheek against Inuyasha’s.

“Mmm,” came the smallest of sighs, tingling along the skin of Sesshoumaru’s cheek.  The sensation spread, gradually flowing over his entire body.

He couldn’t help but smile.  This lovely creature was his and his alone.  He could spend the rest of the evening lying like this, and for a moment he was tempted to do so.  However, the scent of Inuyasha coupled with the sight of his bared body and the abundant tactile sensations begged Sesshoumaru to touch, feel, taste, to see those resplendent golden orbs hazed over in bliss; but most of all, to hear the moans of his lover.  To that end, he used his claws to comb Inuyasha’s hair out and away from the tender triangular ears.  Due to the warmth of Sesshoumaru and his fluff, the inner flaps were a shade darker than usual.  Soon they would be flushed crimson from the scorching blood of passion rushing through Inuyasha’s veins.

Leaning up, Sesshoumaru trailed the tip of his nose along Inuyasha’s temple, taking in a deep breath, savoring Inuyasha’s clean scent of summer leaves.  Moving up further, furrowing through the abundant crown of white hair until he could bury his nose behind the left ear, he carefully exhaled, stopping when Inuyasha’s ear flicked at the slight tickle.  Once the ear relaxed, he repeated the action.  This time, the ear flattened back against Inuyasha’s head and a weak rumble vibrated against Sesshoumaru’s chest.  The unconscious reaction caused the corners of Sesshoumaru’s lips to quirk up into an amused smile.  With Inuyasha asleep, Sesshoumaru would be allowed some time to relish the delightful dish splayed out beneath him.

Flattening his liberally slicked tongue, Sesshoumaru brushed it through the two folds of the flattened ear, running it back and forth across the delicate, petal pink flesh.  Initially, the ear attempted to fight the intrusion, pinning itself further back, pressing the edges together even more so than before.  Sesshoumaru’s tongue gently massaged the soft flesh.  Ever so slowly, the ear relaxed, blossoming open and lazing to the side. The warmth hidden within seeped across Sesshoumaru’s lips beckoning him to gently draw the delicate flap into his mouth.  As more and more of Inuyasha’s ear disappeared between his lips, he suckled at the skin and swirled his tongue in elliptical circles.  Inuyasha’s body involuntarily reacted, giving a minor rendition of the writhing that he would be performing later.  In only a few moments, Inuyasha’s breaths had quickened, his chest rising and falling in sharp, rapid increments.  Sesshoumaru could feel the rising stiffness against his groin and Inuyasha wasn’t even awake yet; which meant that Sesshoumaru could probably have even more entertainment while his brother slept.  With the fullness between their bellies increasing, Sesshoumaru was forced to adjust his position which allowed their erections to rest side by side.  

It was a treat to wake his lover this way; dazed and aroused.  With Inuyasha firmly cloistered in sleep, it was clear that Sesshoumaru would have the opportunity to partake of the delicacy before him.

Being careful not to irritate the one ear that he had been feasting on, Sesshoumaru gently slid his long slender fingers beneath Inuyasha’s neck then slowly rolled Inuyasha’s head to the other side in order to gain access to the other ear.  With the subtle attack on the right ear, a precious sound wafted through the room.

“Mmm…Sessssh…”

Inuyasha was seemingly too groggy to even completely enunciate Sesshoumaru’s name, but that didn’t matter.  The quiet moan was the reaction that Sesshoumaru had been anticipating.  Now that it had started, there would be no stopping.  The flap of Inuyasha’s ear gradually slid from between his pink lips and was then graced with one last lap of Sesshoumaru’s tongue.  The downward line of Sesshoumaru’s perfectly proportioned nose, couched in the trappings of his markings and in Inuyasha’s abundant mass of hair, traveled through the softened mane, breathing in the delicious scent as he made his way down, his lips ghosting over and across Inuyasha’s forehead, just barely touching the skin.  As the silky flesh journeyed every contour of Inuyasha’s features, their silken touch occasionally paused and pressed light languid kisses; along the black brows, over his eyelids, down the line of Inuyasha’s pert nose, across his now rosy cheeks, down the temples, tracing the jaw line, only to end up absorbing the heat from Inuyasha’s full, lush, slightly parted lips.  Each and every curve, plane and nuance had been explored and Sesshoumaru had paused there, only a hair’s breadth away from those delicious rosy lips, his eyes closed while he breathed and savored the scent wafting from the depths of Inuyasha’s lungs.  Sesshoumaru was drowning in the moist air escaping Inuyasha’s mouth and he wanted nothing more than to stay wrapped in the essence that was his lover, his mate.

Mokomoko-sama had slid away and rested just below the firm white globes of Sesshoumaru’s behind, covering only his upper thighs as he rested between Inuyasha’s legs.  Incredibly long strands of hair gave the impression of liquid silver running down in trails and pouring over Sesshoumaru’s back and down his sides to pool around them.  For long moments, time stood still, respecting Sesshoumaru’s right to bask in the scent, taste and touch of his mate.  

When he could no longer ignore the pull to taste his lover, he moved from that fractional breath away and barely touched his lips to those that tempted him beyond his limit to endure.  Something seemed to swell inside his entire body full to bursting and all he wanted to do was ravage this deceptively innocent creature.  Nevertheless, he wanted his pleasure to linger.  He wanted time, like an endless road, to stretch out before him, allowing him to appreciate what had been for so long unattainable.  His lips, with restrained desire, trembled against Inuyasha’s as he attempted to keep his kisses to feather-light brushes.  But he soon gave way and fully settled, nipping and running his tongue over the supple pliant flesh, reveling in the taste, wanting more, more than he could ever possibly attain.  He wanted to be fully inside his lover, his and Inuyasha’s flesh wholly enmeshed.  That one desire, brought to the fore of his consciousness, drew him deeper into the depths of longing that stoked the fire of his passion.  

Fighting himself had never been so difficult and he found his arm inching away from Inuyasha’s neck to Inuyasha’s shoulders, crushing them both together as his kiss became firmer, his tongue flicking out and tasting, delving into that wet warmth. A deep insatiable hunger guided his actions, so much so that he was not even aware that his body was seeking its fulfillment, minutely rocking against Inuyasha, creating the smallest amount of friction; not enough to satisfy, but enough to drive his lust higher.

Inuyasha nearly chuckled.  His little game was up.  There was no way that Sesshoumaru could possibly believe that he would sleep through this.  It was when he had begun wondering just how much molesting Sesshoumaru would engage in before waking him up that he had decided to start playing this little game.  And he found that he had rather enjoyed it himself.  However, he could only take it so far before Sesshoumaru might become suspicious.  He only wished that he could do the same to Sesshoumaru, but the ever vigilant lord never slept through much.  

Once Inuyasha had begun to return the kiss, Sesshoumaru must have realized that he had awakened for the strength of the kiss gradually gentled to a tentative tasting and exploration.  Inuyasha cracked an eye open when Sesshoumaru pulled away.  The once aloof visage of the demigod had been destroyed and the amber eyes that now looked down upon him held wonder, contentment, need and some emotion that Inuyasha was having difficulty defining as it did not belong to the flawless control of the youkai above him.  Lust he had expected, but not this.  This manifestation of emotion went much deeper than he had ever expected possible from his mate.

For that one gift, the desire to ravage his mate ignited a blaze that roared over him like a rampaging wildfire, searing through his veins and scorching his flesh.  He almost believed that his sizzling fingertips would set Sesshoumaru’s hair afire as he reached up to tuck the silver strands behind the exquisite elfin shaped ears.

“So beautiful,” Inuyasha whispered as he traced each curve, groove and bend of the pointed elfin ear before threading his fingers through the silvery strands and pulling Sesshoumaru into a warm tender kiss.

But the kiss belied his impassioned intentions.  In a flash, he had flipped Sesshoumaru and was now straddling the pale youkai lord, suckling that enticing ear that he had been admiring only moments before, earning a gasp that kindled a flutter of sparks in his belly.  Oh, to hear the tantalizing moans, cries and whispered pleas of his mate!  To this end, Inuyasha drifted downward from the ear, watching as Sesshoumaru turned his head to the side, accommodating Inuyasha by exposing the milky line of his throat.

A shiver ran up Inuyasha’s spine, forcing his eyes closed when he felt Sesshoumaru’s fingers traverse the length of his side, lightly brushing along his ribs and waist.  It only encouraged him to press his groin against Sesshoumaru as he swept his tongue upward along the alabaster flesh of Sesshoumaru’s neck.  With each swipe of his tongue, he was gratified to feel Sesshoumaru fighting the urge to arch off of the bed, Sesshoumaru’s hips barely tipping forward.  

A devious grin printed itself on Sesshoumaru’s neck.  Fangs scraped the flesh, lightly scoring it as Inuyasha slid his hands beneath Sesshoumaru’s shoulders, wrapping his fingers around them for leverage.  While gripping Sesshoumaru in his unyielding hands, he forcefully caught between his fangs the flesh just below Sesshoumaru’s ear and sucked it into his mouth, voraciously feeding at it; licking, suckling, flicking.  It garnered the response that he was hoping for.

“In…yasha,” Sesshoumaru moaned as his back violently arched off the bed.

A convection of heat washed through every pore of Inuyasha’s body as he held on to Sesshoumaru, joining the ride and grinding into Sesshoumaru’s groin, their juice slicked erections gliding along one another.  Sesshoumaru was so warm; his skin so soft beneath Inuyasha and he could only crave more.  Even after Sesshoumaru had fallen back to the bed, his chest heaving, Inuyasha did not relent, moving below the area that he had just tortured.  Again he rode the wave of Sesshoumaru’s torment.  Had it not been for his grip on Sesshoumaru’s shoulders and his thighs squeezing Sesshoumaru’s hips, he would have most likely been thrown off.  Over and over again, he pressed Sesshoumaru’s endurance, reveling in the quiet moans and gasps, and still thirsting to hear more.

Inuyasha eventually drew away and as he studied his handiwork, he had to smile.  Sesshoumaru’s neck and collarbone were a landscape of small puncture wounds, red welts and light bruises.  The pulse in the large veins of Sesshoumaru’s neck beat like a hummingbird’s wings, his panting short and rapid as though he were being deprived of much needed oxygen.  With his head tipped back, resting in a river of silver, his markings a darker hue, his eyes barely open and his features slack, it was obvious that his consciousness was barely there.  Just as Inuyasha had intended, Sesshoumaru was immersed in the sensation of his impassioned exploitation.

It was a rare occurrence when Sesshoumaru allowed Inuyasha to take him wholly and completely.  Sesshoumaru not holding back, allowing his body to respond however it chose and Inuyasha appreciated the trust in that one act.  Why Sesshoumaru was giving himself in this particular instance, Inuyasha was not quite certain, though he speculated that it had something to do with their recent squabble.  Perhaps it was a form of restitution.  Regardless, Inuyasha loved seeing the pure abandon reflected in Sesshoumaru’s features.  Inuyasha was free to do as he pleased.  Rewarding his mate, Inuyasha indulged in a round of tender kisses, slowly tracing his mate’s lips with his tongue, dipping in occasionally.  The taste of his lover was overpowering as he savored Sesshoumaru’s mouth with languid caresses and quiet suckling.  The longer he allowed himself to enjoy this delicacy, the more his body screamed its voracious need.

Sesshoumaru’s entire body trembled as Inuyasha kissed his way down and suckled at his right nipple, nipping and teasing until it became nearly painfully hard.  His legs involuntarily opened, allowing Inuyasha to slip between them.  Soft lips brushed his flesh on their way to the already hardened left nipple.  Wet heat encircled it as Inuyasha sucked it into his mouth.  Once it was slicked, he nipped at it then soothed it with his lips and tongue.  Rivers of heat flowed throughout Sesshoumaru’s body.  It was obvious that Inuyasha was in the mood to take his time and Sesshoumaru hoped that he had the fortitude to be patient.

Cold air assaulted Sesshoumaru’s nipple, but Inuyasha warmed it with his thumb and fingers.  Both were soothed while Inuyasha slowly made his way down to Sesshoumaru’s belly, his lips never once leaving the smooth expanse of milky white skin.  Sesshoumaru watched and noted occasional twitches in Inuyasha’s ears and reached down to massage the flap of the right ear.  For a brief moment, Inuyasha leaned into the hand and glanced up at Sesshoumaru with a contented smile before skirting Sesshoumaru’s erection and dipping his tongue into Sesshoumaru’s belly button.  Sesshoumaru shivered in response and dropped his hand away as he closed his eyes.  Inuyasha’s cheek rested against the side of his shaft, the warmth sending steams of heat shooting through his veins.  It was only heightened as he watched Inuyasha’s pick tongue swirl around in the puddle of precum before lapping at it until he was completely clean.  Sesshoumaru groaned and closed his eyes in anticipation of what was to come.

So far, Sesshoumaru hadn’t made a move to put a stop to Inuyasha’s torment and so he continued on.  Ignoring Sesshoumaru’s erection, which he would have preferred to immediately take into his mouth, Inuyasha decided to lathe the creases at the junction of Sesshoumaru’s thighs.  He then ran the tip of his tongue up that single magical line between Sesshoumaru’s balls and entrance.  While Inuyasha toyed with his lover, slight twitches and tremors accompanied by gasps and moans, were becoming louder and more frequent, spreading a smug smile across Inuyasha’s face.

Desire was building within Sesshoumaru.  With enough inducement, Inuyasha would be allowed to take his brother in any way that he chose.  He just had to ignite Sesshoumaru’s need into such a bonfire that the great lord was incoherent.  Already, the responses to his treatment were increasing.  Slight twitches and tremors, accompanied by gasps and moans were becoming more and more frequent while Inuyasha toyed with his lover.

Inuyasha ignored his own rising need while he sought to defeat Sesshoumaru’s inhibitions.  It was always a battle that Inuyasha very much enjoyed and today, Sesshoumaru didn’t even seem to be fighting.    As Inuyasha’s tongue journeyed everywhere but the most pertinent areas, he felt the arches of Sesshoumaru’s back.  When Sesshoumaru’s hand came down, fisted in his hair and attempted to guide him to the stone hard erection just in front of him, Inuyasha decided that a change of scenery was in order.  He pried Sesshoumaru’s fingers from his hair then licked and kissed his way down Sesshoumaru’s thighs until he reached the soft, sensitive skin just behind the knees.

Sesshoumaru felt as though his body was coiling and ready to snap.  Inuyasha had tormented him to the limits without even touching him where he needed it most.  His eagerness to be sated showed in the clear fluid dripping onto his abdomen.  He wanted, no, needed Inuyasha.  When Inuyasha lifted his leg and began suckling on the underside of his knee, his entire body jolted.  The intensity of the reaction was nearly painful.  His head burned, feverish with desire, his body aching with denied completion.  Wanton urges filled him as he relinquished his control in favor of Inuyasha’s purposeful cultivation of passion’s hunger.  And not all of this was physical.  At least a portion of his euphoria could be attributed to the undeniable affection that was more than made evident in each of Inuyasha’s touches.

The soft moans floating throughout the room had Inuyasha’s body humming with a yearning to be touched and he could no longer stand it.  Tugging Sesshoumaru down the bed, Inuyasha flipped around, presenting his erection to Sesshoumaru.  Immediately, he licked his fingers then voraciously licked up the clear fluid from Sesshoumaru’s belly just before licking the head of Sesshoumaru’s cock.  He didn’t hesitate to swallow Sesshoumaru’s shaft.  In this position, it was not in the least uncomfortable.  It was the reason that he liked it so much.  He could take Sesshoumaru whole and tolerate any type of movement.  If he could have smiled he would have.  Sesshoumaru writhed, bucking his hips in an effort to gain friction.  Inuyasha slid his hands beneath Sesshoumaru’s thighs as he lowered his body and, subsequently, his own throbbing shaft toward Sesshoumaru’s mouth.  His eyes clenched in preparation of the heated wet warmth and he was not disappointed, a deep groan vibrating within his chest.  While he slid his cock into Sesshoumaru’s waiting throat, he completely forgot about his saliva slicked fingers.  This was one of the most erotic activities that he enjoyed.  Both of them being inside of each other at the same moment sent shivers racing along his flesh as fire licked his skin and a  feeling that he could not describe filled his belly and seeped up through his chest and into his throat.  In Inuyasha’s mind there was almost nothing that could compare to this.

Inuyasha couldn’t hold his body still any better than Sesshoumaru as they both began to rock in rhythm to each other’s movements.  He could feel everything, every contour of Sesshoumaru’s throat while comfortably gliding in and out.  And he loved the feel of Sesshoumaru inside of him, heavy and thick with blood, hard, hot and throbbing.  It filled him up and not just physically.  Remembering the fingers that he had prepared, Inuyasha continued his current activities while beginning to stroke down the line that began at the base of Sesshoumaru’s tightened balls and then teased at the entrance to Sesshoumaru’s body, massaging and loosening the tight, puckered flesh.

As Inuyasha manipulated that tight ring, he noticed that Sesshoumaru was indeed relaxing.  Sesshoumaru had even brought up his knees, setting his feet flat and had proceeded to use the leverage to lift his hips, thrusting even deeper into Inuyasha’s throat.  Their movements became quicker, their bodies sliding along each other while the friction gave relief and at the same time, stoked the fires burning their skin.  Sesshoumaru had wrapped his arm around Inuyasha’s waist and had Inuyasha trapped, but not so much that he could not move.  Sucking Sesshoumaru deep within his throat, Inuyasha slipped one finger into the tight entrance to Sesshoumaru’s body.  The suction on his own cock strengthened and he had to try his best not to come right then.  Sesshoumaru snapped his hips forward then back against Inuyasha’s finger.  There was still no resistance when Inuyasha added another finger.  In fact, Sesshoumaru began thrashing about, his body seemingly out of control, his hips flexing, lifting and dropping in an effort to get Inuyasha deeper into his body.  Inuyasha obliged, inserting a third finger, slightly curled the three and began pumping, searching for that sensitive spot.  When Sesshoumaru’s back bowed and he shoved Inuyasha’s hips up while crying out, Inuyasha knew that he had found it.  He wasn’t happy to have been so abruptly disconnected from Sesshoumaru’s mouth, but hearing the near howl was worth it.  Inuyasha was no longer aware of his own needs as he hit that spot over and over while sucking hard on Sesshoumaru’s cock.  It was enough that Sesshoumaru was writhing beneath him, gasping, panting and moaning.  Here, he defeated Sesshoumaru, had his lover at his mercy.  And, he would not stop until he could feel the rush of blood just under the skin of Sesshoumaru’s shaft.  Only then would he relent.

The more frenzied Sesshoumaru became, the more Inuyasha’s body suffered with an all consuming desire to take or be taken. Fortunately, he would not be waiting much longer.  The rush of blood through Sesshoumaru’s cock had become pronounced to the point that Inuyasha knew that he must stop if he wanted to engage in any other activities.  That being so, he quickly drew away and repositioned himself between Sesshoumaru’s thighs, hiking Sesshoumaru’s legs over his shoulders.  Staring down, he gazed on a most captivating sight.  Sesshoumaru’s head was tipped back, lips slightly parted, skin flushed with a rosy hue, his silver mane stuck to the perspiration on his face and his hand tossed to the side of his head.  His eyes were barely open and unseeing.  There was no awareness of his surrounding as his chest rose and fell in deep pants, his body trembling.

Inuyasha carefully placed the tip of his shaft at Sesshoumaru’s puckered entrance and glanced up to see Sesshoumaru closing his eyes and fisting his fingers into the sheets.  While keeping an eye on his mate’s response, Inuyasha gradually broke through and sunk into the tight welcoming heat.  That squeezing warmth parting before his shaft and Sesshoumaru succumbing so easily only served to spur him forward.  Drawing back and then gliding back in had his eyes rolling back into his head.  It was exquisite, something to savor, yet something that had him quaking in an effort to not take Sesshoumaru hard and fast.  Taking a deep breath, Inuyasha set a languorous pace, his arms wrapped around Sesshoumaru’s thighs.

This was what Sesshoumaru had decided was necessary.  After their recent altercation, it would be profitable to grant Inuyasha the liberty to guide this encounter.  It would help Inuyasha to settle into his new home, help him to feel as though he belonged.  Not all power needed to reside with Sesshoumaru.  Inuyasha needed to feel trusted, wanted, and loved.  That would not happen if Sesshoumaru did not cede control in some areas at some times.  This was only a stepping stone.  And he was finding that he more than enjoyed the results.  The only thing required of him was to yield his control.  

It was very freeing to say the least.  Every touch inspired a response and Sesshoumaru held back nothing.  Only for Inuyasha would he relinquish all self-control, only for his mate, his lover.  His body moved in ways that he had never experienced, his voice uttering nonsensical verbalizations.  The only word to come out clearly was the name ‘Inuyasha’.  Many times did that name breathe past his lips while his body writhed under Inuyasha, his body seeming to always be on the precipice of falling into fathomless oblivion.  It was of no consequence that Inuyasha took him.  He needed release, by whatever means necessary.  And Inuyasha would choose the form that it took.

The sheer bliss that Inuyasha bestowed upon him was indescribable.  Being filled, Inuyasha moving in and out of his body during this time of abandonment threw him into pure and utter euphoria.  His ears beat with the pulsing sound of blood rushing through his veins as his vision blurred beyond any attempt to distinguish his surroundings.  But there was always Inuyasha in the center of his state of being.  Inuyasha…

“Please Inuyasha…,” Sesshoumaru panted, entreating Inuyasha into more fervent movement, craving to be entirely consumed by Inuyasha’s passion.

Inuyasha wasted no time fulfilling his request.  Releasing his hold on Sesshoumaru’s legs, he fell forward, his hands planted at each side of Sesshoumaru’s head.  Instinctively, Sesshoumaru encircled Inuyasha’s waist with his long legs and reached up to draw Inuyasha down into a searing kiss.  The desire to sink his tongue just as deep as Inuyasha was thrusting overwhelmed his senses and all he wanted was to lose himself in the taste and scent of his lover.  By the time Inuyasha managed to pull free, Sesshoumaru had nearly suffocated and his hand fell to the side.  His entire body felt weightless.  And then, Inuyasha gripped his shaft.

“Inuyasha!” Sesshoumaru cried out as he threw his head back and arched from the bed, the air completely stolen from his lungs.

That was all the prompting that Inuyasha needed.  He groaned as he snapped his hips forward and plunged into Sesshoumaru’s body, a reaction that he had no control over.  Shimmering in a gleam of sweat, the result of self-restraint, their skin seemed to glow as they moved in a rhythm set by the height of their desire.  The seductive sight of ecstasy playing in Sesshoumaru’s features and the siren song of his moans and pleas were just too entrancing.  It was so enthralling that Inuyasha had become less aware of his own need.  Now he was all too aware.  Sesshoumaru was bucking against him, nearly contorting in an effort to force him into a deeper, harder, and faster penetration, his claws digging into the tender flesh of Inuyasha’s right hip.

Inuyasha fell into Sesshoumaru’s chest while swiftly stroking Sesshoumaru’s thick shaft.  His fangs found their way into the abused flesh of Sesshoumaru’s neck.  Using his weight and his fangs, he managed to subdue the frenzied youkai and proceeded to thrust vigorously, his hips buffeting Sesshoumaru’s ass, shoving them forward and jarring them until they became acutely cognizant of the very solid feature of their bodies and motion.  The enhanced perception of friction threw them to the very edge of the awaiting eclipse of passion.

“Sesshoumaru,” Inuyasha murmured as he raised his head to gaze into Sesshoumaru’s amber orbs.

At the sound of amorous reverence, Sesshoumaru’s back bowed and he buried his head in Inuyasha’s hair just as the first explosion of release blew him into oblivion.  Inuyasha felt Sesshoumaru’s cum splatter over his hand, the clenching around his erection and that was all it took to fling him over the edge and into that blinding vortex of rapture.  His shaft pulsed and twitched and his body jerked as he erupted and filled Sesshoumaru with the seed of his passion, his heart and his love.  His head dropped and with their temples pressed together, they continued to ride out the fury of the violent storm that was wracking them to the core.  Over and over, they arched and bowed forward and back with the wind of their pounding hearts howling in their ears, scorching their skin, and searing their veins.

Neither wanted this moment to end and so they pushed their bodies into obedience, continuing to strain against one another until both were completely spent.

With his chest still heaving, Inuyasha sank down, molding his trembling body to Sesshoumaru.  The effects of their lovemaking gradually dissipated and Inuyasha rolled off of Sesshoumaru only to flop to his side and lay his head on Sesshoumaru’s left shoulder.

“Damn!” Inuyasha said as he rose up and looked at the stub of Sesshoumaru’s left arm.  “Your arm really has grown just in the past hour.  I’m not lying!  Look!”

“Hm,” Sesshoumaru sighed, raising a brow, only now noticing the slight tenderness at the end of the stump.  “And your point is?”

“Well, if sex makes it grow faster then…” Inuyasha trailed off, smirking at Sesshoumaru, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Before Inuyasha knew what had happened, he had been flipped and yanked up onto his hands and knees and was supporting the weight of Sesshoumaru’s body as it draped over his.

“Shall we test your theory, mate?” Sesshoumaru purred into Inuyasha’s ear.

“As many times as you want,” Inuyasha chuckled, wriggling his ass against Sesshoumaru’s hips.

And the theory was tested over and over and over…