InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Transcendence ❯ Transcendence ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Snowfall 
Complete one-shot lemon Sess/InuPapa. Borderline shouta. How they were before Izayoi and Inuyasha.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 10.28.2011 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.1K | Visits: 1.6K | Status: Completed
Complete one-shot lemon Sess/InuPapa. Borderline shouta. How they were before Izayoi and Inuyasha.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 10.28.2011 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.1K | Visits: 1.6K | Status: Completed
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Transcendence
(This is a one-shot that I may or may not use to begin a multi-chapter fic.)
In the quiet dark of night, powerful, adept fingers trailed down the youth's spine. Shivers of anticipation rippled over Sesshoumaru's milky skin while the male lying behind him worshipped his smooth flesh. The caresses had yet to be more than a meager few. Still, his body had grown hot and thick with desire. This was how it had been every night since his mother had finished her duty and returned to her castle in the clouds – a blessing in disguise, though he would never voice such.
Previous encounters with his father had been far and few between, but he could never say that he hadn't been thrilled when his father had first taken an interest, when his body had been played and pleasured in the deepest hours of the night. His father's mouth, hands and fingers had cast a spell on him and he'd been eager to please, and eager to receive. Day time training and schooling prevented trysts in the hot sun. But, Sesshoumaru could always imagine rays of sun backlighting his father in the meeting hall, imagine taking his father into his mouth and forcing him to come moments before a dignitary arrived for an appointment. He would do it one day. Perhaps he could fake illness to get out of sparring, sneak up on his father and reward the DaiYoukai for blessing him with such a tight bond. No one would ever question his father's loyalty to him, not with the scent of each other wrapped around them thick as a cloak.
Sesshoumaru smiled and stretched when calloused warmth tenderly traced his side, caressed his waist, and squeezed his hip. A silent sigh of appreciation flowed over his lips, and he when father’s fingers brushed up the length his growing erection.
“Father...” Sesshoumaru's under-developed voice whispered through the heavy silence while his mind supplied images of his magnificent father's eyes mounting with desire. His father had never been able to his voice.
Warm breath and the silky baritone murmur of his name whispered over the shell of Sesshoumaru’s ear. A shiver swept up his spine when a moisture-laden tongue traced the elfin tip. His father was well aware of this particular weakness - the sensitivity of his ears - frequently exploiting it, something Sesshoumaru enjoyed and encouraged.
The thick organ tucked between the cheeks of his bottom twitched. He couldn't help the small smirk tilted the left corner of his lips, exposing a glistening fang. When his father replaced throbbing erection with fingers, Sesshoumaru knew it wouldn't be long before his aching body was stretched, filled, and sated. His chest tingled with the knowledge that soon he would be one with his father, an act that had always fulfilled him like no other.
“Hm.” Sesshoumaru shifted, giving his lover more room. When his father's fingers left his body, his hardened member twitched in anticipation. He knew what was coming. When those clawed digits gently rested against his lips, he didn't need to be told to open his mouth. He licked, then teasingly sucked at the fingertips. He bit off the sharp edges of this father’s claws and spit them out before sucking the full length of the fingers into his mouth. Sesshoumaru grinned unabashedly when he heard his father’s sharp intake of breath. When his father gently withdrew the saliva-slicked digits from his mouth, Sesshoumaru's body tingled in anticipation. He felt those same slick fingers slide down the cleft of his bottom and the tight ring of waiting muscles quivered against that first soft, tantalizing exploration.
A shaky breath shuddered from Sesshoumaru’s as his father played at his . The DaiYoukai always enjoyed drawing out his torment, pleasuring him into ecstasy, and he wouldn't change a thing. In the impenetrable dark of night, fangs gingerly nipped at his shoulder and nimbly teased his entrance. Where he needed most to be stretched and penetrated, barely there touches gradually increasing pressure, driving his arousal higher. It wasn't soon enough, but eventually, exquisite pressure forced his skin to surrender, his body to open to accommodate a lesser-though no less impressive- of his father's body.
“Hah! Ng,” Sesshoumaru gasped and moaned.
A near silent chuckle vibrated against the sensitive skin of Sesshoumaru’s . He shivered, even as his back bowed and his flesh begged his father for deeper penetration.
“Always so sensitive,” his father murmured against his bared throat.
Beneath hot breath, the tingling sensation of lips moving against his skin led Sesshoumaru to stretch his neck even further in invitation. The gesture was taken as given and the hot mouth continued a torturous, sucking path while the pressure against his budding entrance increased.
“Please...please, Papa, please,” Sesshoumaru whimpered and shoved his hips backward.
“You beg so sweetly,” his father replied and granted his request.
“Papa!” the boy gasped and bucked when fully penetrated by one long, thick finger.
“Yes,” a voice hissed in Sesshoumaru's ear as the finger withdrew then plunged back into his body. The action was punctuated by Sesshoumaru's choked whine.
Sesshoumaru bucked when his throbbing erection was gripped in a powerful, saliva-slicked hand. So much sensation, so much want and need. His body burned with it. His father's slick, smooth shaft was so much more pleasant, filling, and satisfying than rough, calloused fingers.
When his father was inside of him, Sesshoumaru's world was complete. Nothing mattered but the cocooning warmth of his father's body. His secret insecurities always melted away, freeing him to wholly respond to his father's tender mercies. During those times, his father owned his body, mind and soul. Sesshoumaru knew that if he were to delve deep enough, he'd find that he'd even surrendered his heart.
“Ah!” Sesshoumaru cried out when a second finger joined the first, preparing him for what he wanted most. He was already beginning to lose control of his body, writhing and thrusting into his father's hand.
A tender kiss was laid on his cheek, and Sesshoumaru could feel his Father’s affectionate possession in that one gentle touch. “Soon.”
'Soon,' Sesshoumaru's thoughts echoed as his breathing became mere panting puffs. With those teasing fingers and hand, he couldn't seem to get enough air. “Please?” he now whined. Another one of his father's chuckles sounded behind him and he found himself becoming a bit irritated. He let out a long, shuddering sigh when his father's fingers retreated.
“Since you begged so sweetly, my son. Come.”
Sesshoumaru allowed his father to pull both their bodies into a sitting position, then cooperated when he was urged to turn around in his father's lap. Of course his father was smiling down at him, teasing only a little bit. It was affection that shone most in his father's eyes and Sesshoumaru couldn't help but smile up at the large man. His father. He breathed deep the musky scent he loved so much. It reminded him of tender touches, brutal training sessions, and fathomless loneliness when the large DaiYoukai was out on patrol.
When he felt himself being lifted, he realized that his eyes had closed as his thoughts had wandered. He didn't waste any time reaching up and wrapping his arms around the column of his father's neck.
“That's my boy.”
Sesshoumaru graced his father with a small smile, and feeling smooth flesh press against his bottom, he carefully wriggled his hips to properly seat the head of his father's organ against his well-prepared entrance.
“Easy now. Don't be so eager,” Sesshoumaru was reminded when he began pressing downward.
Large hands cupped his backside, preventing his downward motion. Simultaneously, those hands squeezed and his father's lips were tenderly planted on his. A tongue swiped through the seam and Sesshoumaru parted his lips. As soon as his mouth was invaded with a warm, seeking tongue, he felt his father carefully lowering him against the thick male hardness. The pressure was daunting, but that's how he liked it. He sucked at his father's tongue, encouraging their union. Tingles washed over his flesh and flitted through his belly when his father moaned into his mouth.
Ever so slowly, his father lowered him, and though the pressure and stretch were uncomfortable, he was anxious to have that hot, hard length filling the emptiness inside of his body. He wanted this so badly. It wasn't lust. Far from it. He simply wanted his father, all of the youkai that meant everything in the world to him.
He pulled away from the kiss, his chest heaving in ragged pants. The straining skin only caused the heavy press of his father's organ to add that much more discomfort. Once inside, the discomfort would disappear. His father always thought he was too eager, too greedy, but this discomfort was one thing he could surmount easily. The quicker it was over, the quicker he could fully enjoy their activity.
Against his father's hands, he tried shoving himself down onto the hard, meaty shaft. That earned him another squeeze, but at least his father gave him enough that his entrance was finally breached and some of the pressure dwindled. He sighed in relief and rested his cheek against his father's chest. The heart within beat loud and strong. Sesshoumaru breathed deep the safety of his protector's scent.
“Papa...”
Finally, his body was carefully lowered, the slick shaft providing a satisfying stretch. Sesshoumaru relaxed into the filling sensation and allowed himself to fall away, trusting his father to catch him. His arms slackened as his head tilted back, baring his throat and leaving his lustrous hair to fall into a shower of silver rain. Both of his father's hands slid up his back to support his neck spine.
“Beautiful,” the DaiYoukai whispered and leaned down to take a pink nipple into his mouth just as he fully seated himself into his son's body.
His son never ceased to amaze him, to make him fall further in love. Within the confines of the bedroom, the boy gave all of himself. Ever trusting, ever open. There were no defensive walls between them when their skin was bare and pressed together. Sesshoumaru's heart truly belonged to him. There would never be a treasure great enough to buy such a thing. Sesshoumaru was his treasure, his soul. Inu no Taisho's arms slid around his son, wrapping him in a tight embrace, expressing everything that ran through his heart and soul, everything that he felt for his son.
Sitting on his knees, he lifted his boy, pulling the smaller body up his shaft. Slender legs tightened around his waist. The tiny ring of muscle gripping his shaft was so tight as it slid up his member, releasing him from the snug heat, left the DaiYoukai panting. As he came close to the head, his son shivered in his arms. Inu no Taisho smiled then slowly raised his hips, once again sliding the large organ into the slightly maturing body. He nibbled at the shell of his son's ear as he pressed fully inside.
“My boy,” he murmured against Sesshoumaru's ear then pulled out and surged upward in a strong thrust.
“Ah!”
“Sing for me, Sesshoumaru,” the DaiYoukai whispered then drew back and thrust upward again.
“Papa! I love you, Papa!”
Overwhelmed, Inu no Taisho stilled, his body and soul shaken by his son's proclamation. Yes, he'd heard it before, but the impact was never any less than the first time he'd heard it. In these moments, it didn't matter that Sesshoumaru had grown past the age to call him 'Papa'. It only made Inu no Taisho love his son even more.
“My son...my Sesshoumaru. Forever, my heart belongs to you.” Inu no Taisho palmed the back of Sesshoumaru's head and tilted his son's face upward while holding the boy steady with his other arm. The powerful DaiYoukai took his son in a searing kiss, simultaneously setting a steady rhythm with his hips, fulfilling the needs of both, and yet, smothering his desperation for more.
'My boy, too soon you will be an adult. Will you still be mine?' the Inu no Taisho's heart lamented. 'Love me as I love you, my sweet. No matter your age, you will always be 'my little boy'.'
Inu no Taisho's chest ached and a lump formed in his throat. Tenderly abandoning the kiss, he nibbled at Sesshoumaru's lips and lowered the boy until he was towering over his son. Never did his thrusts cease nor change pace - not as his son's back arched, the pale beauty sprawling out beneath him, not when his son moaned and reached for him, and not when his eyes trailed down the slim body to view his own member gliding in and out of his son's stunning, luminescent form.
There wasn't one word, nor a collection of words, to describe the splendor of his son; his beauty enchanting, captivating. What thinking creature could turn their eyes away from such bewitching loveliness? Inu no Taisho's hand affectionately traced the increasingly muscular chest and torso of his son, grazing over the nipples and wringing a gasp from between Sesshoumaru's full lips. At that seductive sound, heat coursed through his body and his hips reflexively disobeyed him, snapping forward, wringing a tiny cry from his son.
Enough pleasant enjoyment. Inu no Taisho was ready to build toward a crescendo, the merging of two bodies and spirits. He licked his right hand and leaned forward, placing one his left hand beside his son's head, as he clasped his son's swollen organ. His hips more firmly met his son's thighs and bottom while his hand matched his increasing speed. Sesshoumaru writhed beneath him, claws tearing at the sheets and legs wrapping around Inu no Taisho's waist.
Using the leverage gained though hugging his father's body with his legs, Sesshoumaru lifted and arched his torso. The sensation of the thorough filling he was receiving, the heat of friction from the constant increase in power and speed which shoved and yanked him up and down the futon was almost more than he could bear. His father's gentle yet talented hand served to drive him toward insanity. He couldn't contain his need.
“Please, please,” he whimpered and thrust into his father's mighty hand.
Sesshoumaru's body was on fire, thoroughly burning from inside out, and he had to gasp for breath. No matter how much he air he drew into his lungs, his chest heaving with desperate need, his strength flowed out from his pores, leaving his body at his father's mercy. He threw his head to the side, seeking breath that would not burn. Despite the vision of his father's intense gaze, Sesshoumaru no longer struggled to keep his eyes open. When he threw his head back, stretching his neck in a bid for more air, his eyes rolled up until all he could see was a blur of shadows, and the only thing he knew was the agonizing pleasure of his body's frantic clawing for the pentacle of release.
Inu no Taisho stared in awe. This was when his son was most alluring. Exquisite. The boy's head was thrown back, eyes barely open and glazed over, wisps of glossy silver hair thrown across his cheeks and lips from the thrashing of head. His skin was flush with burning blood, his cheeks and ears nearly crimson. Even his body as it shuddered and bucked, rippled with newly developing muscles. When his son had begged, Inu no Taisho felt his senses heightening, his member throbbing, swelling, and aching for release. With his left arm, the DaiYoukai yanked his son back into his lap, seeking deeper penetration.
Sesshoumaru hadn't had time to lift his head before his father began frantically thrusting upward, pitching his body up and down. The quiet dark filled with the sounds of flesh pounding against flesh, cries of pleasure, panting, and moans. He shoved his throbbing member in and out of his father's hand while he rode out the choppy waves crashing into his backside. Flames roared over him and he completely lost himself, his lips parted, eyes sightless, sound barely registering. The desire to breath scattered away when his body unexpectedly locked up and the searing burn of white heat erupted and burst through him.
Rapture blazed out of control and ripped through Sesshoumaru's flesh, rocking him to his core as white essence surged through his stiff organ and gushed over his father's hand and fingers. Unconsciously whining, he dug his claws into his father's shoulders and shoved his nose into his father's neck, holding on while pleasure played his body like a puppet on a string.
Heavy panting was abruptly cut off by sudden breathlessness when his son's body clamped down on Inu no Taisho's throbbing organ. Reflexively, his body snapped and deeply impaled the smaller male. Straining to attain the peak of his passionate pursuit, the DaiYoukai thrust once, twice, and a third time before his own flesh constrained his movement. One moment, he was imprisoned by unbreakable bonds, the next, he was roaring his release, his body surging upward with the first bursting rush of ecstasy.
Caught in an electric storm and riding crashing waves of bliss, both Sesshoumaru and Inu no Taisho anchored themselves to one another while their own powers whipped through and around them, struggling then merging. Their skin, slicked with sweat rhythmically slid together, sending tingling sparks across and through their flesh, down their spines, serving to feed the raging storm. Silver hair whipped upon winds of unrestrained power. Wood and stone shuddered, threatening to shatter under the concentrated onslaught of the two most powerful beings ever known to exist.
Though seals tightly confined the destructive forces of their joining, the power was felt throughout the countryside and sent the largest and smallest beasts racing for shelter. With each rushing rise of power, small creatures trembled in their burrows, large beasts clasped hands tighter to their heads, and humans huddled closer to each other and to their fires. Surges were often felt, the most powerful inevitably displayed on the waxing moon.
Ever so gradually, the storm of passion decreased and through twitching shudders, two luminescent forms could once again breathe deep, inhaling much needed air and re-absorbing the quieting power.
Above the sound of his father's thudding heart, Sesshoumaru scented blood and realized that his claws were deeply embedded in his father's flesh. It wasn't the first time and wouldn't be the last. He gently removed his claws and slid his hands down his father's arms, a gentle caress that trailed slick blood. Through the fuzziness clouding his mind, he slowly blinked away blurry vision. His newly acquired sight only lasted a moment for his father shifted.
“Papa,” Sesshoumaru whined and clung to his father's strong biceps.
“Shh, I only wish to make you more comfortable,” Inu no Taisho rasped and leaned forward.
As he was laid on the futon, Sesshoumaru's legs slid away from Inu no Taisho's waist and hips. Inu no Taisho brushed the stray hairs from his son's face then rolled them to his right side so that he was still inside his son while cocooning the boy in his strong arms and legs.
“Rest, my sweet boy,” he murmured as he stroked his son's hair. He felt the deep shuddering sigh before his son went boneless against him.
“Father?”
“Yes, Sesshoumaru?” Inu no Taisho responded, noticing that his son had regained the appropriate formality expected of one his age.
“How long will you be gone this time?” Sesshoumaru asked of the journey Inu no Taisho would begin the next day.
Inu no Taisho sighed. He would be doing something he should have done years ago, something that would take time. He had procrastinated in putting into effect his future plans for Sesshoumaru. Once his son defeated him, there would be no one to truly love his son, to show him that he has purpose beyond building his own empire. So, Inu no Taisho would create someone specifically for that purpose – a sibling.
“At least three months, if not longer,” he replied, planning for all eventualities. It might find some time to find the perfect mother to his new child.
“Why so long?” Sesshoumaru complained.
“You, my sweet, have occupied too much of my thoughts and I have in turn procrastinated in my duties,” he responded, lowering his head and gazing down into his child's questioning eyes. “I am truly sorry.”
The pout on Sesshoumaru's lips was too adorable, even though the boy was beyond the age of someone to be thought of in such a way. Inu no Taisho couldn't help himself and leaned down to caress his son's lips with his own. He could tell his son still wasn't losing the pout and nibbled at the soft lips.
“I promise to return as quickly as I'm able,” he murmured. That got him the response he desired and Sesshoumaru returned the kiss.
“I love you, father.”
“And I you. Now rest.”
“You're just saying that because you'll be the one who's tired tomorrow,” Sesshoumaru teased.
“Yes, I'm old, decrepit, and can't pull my own weight.” Inu no Taisho smirked. That would never be true, but his son would one day exceed him in power, one day challenge and defeat him. He looked forward to his son's growth, but not to leaving his son alone in the world. He smiled when his son chuckled. “Go to sleep,” he ordered and kissed his son's forehead.
Beneath his gentle caresses, he felt his son sink into sleep. In the quiet dark, Inu no Taisho sighed with some amount of sadness. He'd been selfish with his son and had procrastinated much too long. A new child would be seen as a threat by Sesshoumaru. Nevertheless, it was necessary. Sesshoumaru would need someone who would love him unconditionally and who would protect him. In return, Sesshoumaru would eventually return those feelings. It would take much longer now and he would need to make provisions to protect the younger from Sesshoumaru's wrath. What a mess his own selfish desires had created.
Without someone to protect, his son could easily fade. Inu no Taisho would definitely be paying a visit to Sesshoumaru's mother. She would not be thrilled with his plans. A half human child? She would scoff. It mattered not. Humans were capable of so much love, forgiveness, and mercy. Alongside their selfish desires, it was those things that made them strong. With those traits, a sibling could forgive Sesshoumaru's wrath, understand it, and still care for a youkai of his son's strength and the behavioral demands of that position.
'My youngest son will need a softer name, one that will remind Sesshoumaru of my love, that will spur him to protect. It will help motivate the boy to protect his brother. A name...a name.'
Then it came to him.
'Inuyasha.'
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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 SXdroid to use and abuse at will.
Transcendence
(This is a one-shot that I may or may not use to begin a multi-chapter fic.)
In the quiet dark of night, powerful, adept fingers trailed down the youth's spine. Shivers of anticipation rippled over Sesshoumaru's milky skin while the male lying behind him worshipped his smooth flesh. The caresses had yet to be more than a meager few. Still, his body had grown hot and thick with desire. This was how it had been every night since his mother had finished her duty and returned to her castle in the clouds – a blessing in disguise, though he would never voice such.
Previous encounters with his father had been far and few between, but he could never say that he hadn't been thrilled when his father had first taken an interest, when his body had been played and pleasured in the deepest hours of the night. His father's mouth, hands and fingers had cast a spell on him and he'd been eager to please, and eager to receive. Day time training and schooling prevented trysts in the hot sun. But, Sesshoumaru could always imagine rays of sun backlighting his father in the meeting hall, imagine taking his father into his mouth and forcing him to come moments before a dignitary arrived for an appointment. He would do it one day. Perhaps he could fake illness to get out of sparring, sneak up on his father and reward the DaiYoukai for blessing him with such a tight bond. No one would ever question his father's loyalty to him, not with the scent of each other wrapped around them thick as a cloak.
Sesshoumaru smiled and stretched when calloused warmth tenderly traced his side, caressed his waist, and squeezed his hip. A silent sigh of appreciation flowed over his lips, and he when father’s fingers brushed up the length his growing erection.
“Father...” Sesshoumaru's under-developed voice whispered through the heavy silence while his mind supplied images of his magnificent father's eyes mounting with desire. His father had never been able to his voice.
Warm breath and the silky baritone murmur of his name whispered over the shell of Sesshoumaru’s ear. A shiver swept up his spine when a moisture-laden tongue traced the elfin tip. His father was well aware of this particular weakness - the sensitivity of his ears - frequently exploiting it, something Sesshoumaru enjoyed and encouraged.
The thick organ tucked between the cheeks of his bottom twitched. He couldn't help the small smirk tilted the left corner of his lips, exposing a glistening fang. When his father replaced throbbing erection with fingers, Sesshoumaru knew it wouldn't be long before his aching body was stretched, filled, and sated. His chest tingled with the knowledge that soon he would be one with his father, an act that had always fulfilled him like no other.
“Hm.” Sesshoumaru shifted, giving his lover more room. When his father's fingers left his body, his hardened member twitched in anticipation. He knew what was coming. When those clawed digits gently rested against his lips, he didn't need to be told to open his mouth. He licked, then teasingly sucked at the fingertips. He bit off the sharp edges of this father’s claws and spit them out before sucking the full length of the fingers into his mouth. Sesshoumaru grinned unabashedly when he heard his father’s sharp intake of breath. When his father gently withdrew the saliva-slicked digits from his mouth, Sesshoumaru's body tingled in anticipation. He felt those same slick fingers slide down the cleft of his bottom and the tight ring of waiting muscles quivered against that first soft, tantalizing exploration.
A shaky breath shuddered from Sesshoumaru’s as his father played at his . The DaiYoukai always enjoyed drawing out his torment, pleasuring him into ecstasy, and he wouldn't change a thing. In the impenetrable dark of night, fangs gingerly nipped at his shoulder and nimbly teased his entrance. Where he needed most to be stretched and penetrated, barely there touches gradually increasing pressure, driving his arousal higher. It wasn't soon enough, but eventually, exquisite pressure forced his skin to surrender, his body to open to accommodate a lesser-though no less impressive- of his father's body.
“Hah! Ng,” Sesshoumaru gasped and moaned.
A near silent chuckle vibrated against the sensitive skin of Sesshoumaru’s . He shivered, even as his back bowed and his flesh begged his father for deeper penetration.
“Always so sensitive,” his father murmured against his bared throat.
Beneath hot breath, the tingling sensation of lips moving against his skin led Sesshoumaru to stretch his neck even further in invitation. The gesture was taken as given and the hot mouth continued a torturous, sucking path while the pressure against his budding entrance increased.
“Please...please, Papa, please,” Sesshoumaru whimpered and shoved his hips backward.
“You beg so sweetly,” his father replied and granted his request.
“Papa!” the boy gasped and bucked when fully penetrated by one long, thick finger.
“Yes,” a voice hissed in Sesshoumaru's ear as the finger withdrew then plunged back into his body. The action was punctuated by Sesshoumaru's choked whine.
Sesshoumaru bucked when his throbbing erection was gripped in a powerful, saliva-slicked hand. So much sensation, so much want and need. His body burned with it. His father's slick, smooth shaft was so much more pleasant, filling, and satisfying than rough, calloused fingers.
When his father was inside of him, Sesshoumaru's world was complete. Nothing mattered but the cocooning warmth of his father's body. His secret insecurities always melted away, freeing him to wholly respond to his father's tender mercies. During those times, his father owned his body, mind and soul. Sesshoumaru knew that if he were to delve deep enough, he'd find that he'd even surrendered his heart.
“Ah!” Sesshoumaru cried out when a second finger joined the first, preparing him for what he wanted most. He was already beginning to lose control of his body, writhing and thrusting into his father's hand.
A tender kiss was laid on his cheek, and Sesshoumaru could feel his Father’s affectionate possession in that one gentle touch. “Soon.”
'Soon,' Sesshoumaru's thoughts echoed as his breathing became mere panting puffs. With those teasing fingers and hand, he couldn't seem to get enough air. “Please?” he now whined. Another one of his father's chuckles sounded behind him and he found himself becoming a bit irritated. He let out a long, shuddering sigh when his father's fingers retreated.
“Since you begged so sweetly, my son. Come.”
Sesshoumaru allowed his father to pull both their bodies into a sitting position, then cooperated when he was urged to turn around in his father's lap. Of course his father was smiling down at him, teasing only a little bit. It was affection that shone most in his father's eyes and Sesshoumaru couldn't help but smile up at the large man. His father. He breathed deep the musky scent he loved so much. It reminded him of tender touches, brutal training sessions, and fathomless loneliness when the large DaiYoukai was out on patrol.
When he felt himself being lifted, he realized that his eyes had closed as his thoughts had wandered. He didn't waste any time reaching up and wrapping his arms around the column of his father's neck.
“That's my boy.”
Sesshoumaru graced his father with a small smile, and feeling smooth flesh press against his bottom, he carefully wriggled his hips to properly seat the head of his father's organ against his well-prepared entrance.
“Easy now. Don't be so eager,” Sesshoumaru was reminded when he began pressing downward.
Large hands cupped his backside, preventing his downward motion. Simultaneously, those hands squeezed and his father's lips were tenderly planted on his. A tongue swiped through the seam and Sesshoumaru parted his lips. As soon as his mouth was invaded with a warm, seeking tongue, he felt his father carefully lowering him against the thick male hardness. The pressure was daunting, but that's how he liked it. He sucked at his father's tongue, encouraging their union. Tingles washed over his flesh and flitted through his belly when his father moaned into his mouth.
Ever so slowly, his father lowered him, and though the pressure and stretch were uncomfortable, he was anxious to have that hot, hard length filling the emptiness inside of his body. He wanted this so badly. It wasn't lust. Far from it. He simply wanted his father, all of the youkai that meant everything in the world to him.
He pulled away from the kiss, his chest heaving in ragged pants. The straining skin only caused the heavy press of his father's organ to add that much more discomfort. Once inside, the discomfort would disappear. His father always thought he was too eager, too greedy, but this discomfort was one thing he could surmount easily. The quicker it was over, the quicker he could fully enjoy their activity.
Against his father's hands, he tried shoving himself down onto the hard, meaty shaft. That earned him another squeeze, but at least his father gave him enough that his entrance was finally breached and some of the pressure dwindled. He sighed in relief and rested his cheek against his father's chest. The heart within beat loud and strong. Sesshoumaru breathed deep the safety of his protector's scent.
“Papa...”
Finally, his body was carefully lowered, the slick shaft providing a satisfying stretch. Sesshoumaru relaxed into the filling sensation and allowed himself to fall away, trusting his father to catch him. His arms slackened as his head tilted back, baring his throat and leaving his lustrous hair to fall into a shower of silver rain. Both of his father's hands slid up his back to support his neck spine.
“Beautiful,” the DaiYoukai whispered and leaned down to take a pink nipple into his mouth just as he fully seated himself into his son's body.
His son never ceased to amaze him, to make him fall further in love. Within the confines of the bedroom, the boy gave all of himself. Ever trusting, ever open. There were no defensive walls between them when their skin was bare and pressed together. Sesshoumaru's heart truly belonged to him. There would never be a treasure great enough to buy such a thing. Sesshoumaru was his treasure, his soul. Inu no Taisho's arms slid around his son, wrapping him in a tight embrace, expressing everything that ran through his heart and soul, everything that he felt for his son.
Sitting on his knees, he lifted his boy, pulling the smaller body up his shaft. Slender legs tightened around his waist. The tiny ring of muscle gripping his shaft was so tight as it slid up his member, releasing him from the snug heat, left the DaiYoukai panting. As he came close to the head, his son shivered in his arms. Inu no Taisho smiled then slowly raised his hips, once again sliding the large organ into the slightly maturing body. He nibbled at the shell of his son's ear as he pressed fully inside.
“My boy,” he murmured against Sesshoumaru's ear then pulled out and surged upward in a strong thrust.
“Ah!”
“Sing for me, Sesshoumaru,” the DaiYoukai whispered then drew back and thrust upward again.
“Papa! I love you, Papa!”
Overwhelmed, Inu no Taisho stilled, his body and soul shaken by his son's proclamation. Yes, he'd heard it before, but the impact was never any less than the first time he'd heard it. In these moments, it didn't matter that Sesshoumaru had grown past the age to call him 'Papa'. It only made Inu no Taisho love his son even more.
“My son...my Sesshoumaru. Forever, my heart belongs to you.” Inu no Taisho palmed the back of Sesshoumaru's head and tilted his son's face upward while holding the boy steady with his other arm. The powerful DaiYoukai took his son in a searing kiss, simultaneously setting a steady rhythm with his hips, fulfilling the needs of both, and yet, smothering his desperation for more.
'My boy, too soon you will be an adult. Will you still be mine?' the Inu no Taisho's heart lamented. 'Love me as I love you, my sweet. No matter your age, you will always be 'my little boy'.'
Inu no Taisho's chest ached and a lump formed in his throat. Tenderly abandoning the kiss, he nibbled at Sesshoumaru's lips and lowered the boy until he was towering over his son. Never did his thrusts cease nor change pace - not as his son's back arched, the pale beauty sprawling out beneath him, not when his son moaned and reached for him, and not when his eyes trailed down the slim body to view his own member gliding in and out of his son's stunning, luminescent form.
There wasn't one word, nor a collection of words, to describe the splendor of his son; his beauty enchanting, captivating. What thinking creature could turn their eyes away from such bewitching loveliness? Inu no Taisho's hand affectionately traced the increasingly muscular chest and torso of his son, grazing over the nipples and wringing a gasp from between Sesshoumaru's full lips. At that seductive sound, heat coursed through his body and his hips reflexively disobeyed him, snapping forward, wringing a tiny cry from his son.
Enough pleasant enjoyment. Inu no Taisho was ready to build toward a crescendo, the merging of two bodies and spirits. He licked his right hand and leaned forward, placing one his left hand beside his son's head, as he clasped his son's swollen organ. His hips more firmly met his son's thighs and bottom while his hand matched his increasing speed. Sesshoumaru writhed beneath him, claws tearing at the sheets and legs wrapping around Inu no Taisho's waist.
Using the leverage gained though hugging his father's body with his legs, Sesshoumaru lifted and arched his torso. The sensation of the thorough filling he was receiving, the heat of friction from the constant increase in power and speed which shoved and yanked him up and down the futon was almost more than he could bear. His father's gentle yet talented hand served to drive him toward insanity. He couldn't contain his need.
“Please, please,” he whimpered and thrust into his father's mighty hand.
Sesshoumaru's body was on fire, thoroughly burning from inside out, and he had to gasp for breath. No matter how much he air he drew into his lungs, his chest heaving with desperate need, his strength flowed out from his pores, leaving his body at his father's mercy. He threw his head to the side, seeking breath that would not burn. Despite the vision of his father's intense gaze, Sesshoumaru no longer struggled to keep his eyes open. When he threw his head back, stretching his neck in a bid for more air, his eyes rolled up until all he could see was a blur of shadows, and the only thing he knew was the agonizing pleasure of his body's frantic clawing for the pentacle of release.
Inu no Taisho stared in awe. This was when his son was most alluring. Exquisite. The boy's head was thrown back, eyes barely open and glazed over, wisps of glossy silver hair thrown across his cheeks and lips from the thrashing of head. His skin was flush with burning blood, his cheeks and ears nearly crimson. Even his body as it shuddered and bucked, rippled with newly developing muscles. When his son had begged, Inu no Taisho felt his senses heightening, his member throbbing, swelling, and aching for release. With his left arm, the DaiYoukai yanked his son back into his lap, seeking deeper penetration.
Sesshoumaru hadn't had time to lift his head before his father began frantically thrusting upward, pitching his body up and down. The quiet dark filled with the sounds of flesh pounding against flesh, cries of pleasure, panting, and moans. He shoved his throbbing member in and out of his father's hand while he rode out the choppy waves crashing into his backside. Flames roared over him and he completely lost himself, his lips parted, eyes sightless, sound barely registering. The desire to breath scattered away when his body unexpectedly locked up and the searing burn of white heat erupted and burst through him.
Rapture blazed out of control and ripped through Sesshoumaru's flesh, rocking him to his core as white essence surged through his stiff organ and gushed over his father's hand and fingers. Unconsciously whining, he dug his claws into his father's shoulders and shoved his nose into his father's neck, holding on while pleasure played his body like a puppet on a string.
Heavy panting was abruptly cut off by sudden breathlessness when his son's body clamped down on Inu no Taisho's throbbing organ. Reflexively, his body snapped and deeply impaled the smaller male. Straining to attain the peak of his passionate pursuit, the DaiYoukai thrust once, twice, and a third time before his own flesh constrained his movement. One moment, he was imprisoned by unbreakable bonds, the next, he was roaring his release, his body surging upward with the first bursting rush of ecstasy.
Caught in an electric storm and riding crashing waves of bliss, both Sesshoumaru and Inu no Taisho anchored themselves to one another while their own powers whipped through and around them, struggling then merging. Their skin, slicked with sweat rhythmically slid together, sending tingling sparks across and through their flesh, down their spines, serving to feed the raging storm. Silver hair whipped upon winds of unrestrained power. Wood and stone shuddered, threatening to shatter under the concentrated onslaught of the two most powerful beings ever known to exist.
Though seals tightly confined the destructive forces of their joining, the power was felt throughout the countryside and sent the largest and smallest beasts racing for shelter. With each rushing rise of power, small creatures trembled in their burrows, large beasts clasped hands tighter to their heads, and humans huddled closer to each other and to their fires. Surges were often felt, the most powerful inevitably displayed on the waxing moon.
Ever so gradually, the storm of passion decreased and through twitching shudders, two luminescent forms could once again breathe deep, inhaling much needed air and re-absorbing the quieting power.
Above the sound of his father's thudding heart, Sesshoumaru scented blood and realized that his claws were deeply embedded in his father's flesh. It wasn't the first time and wouldn't be the last. He gently removed his claws and slid his hands down his father's arms, a gentle caress that trailed slick blood. Through the fuzziness clouding his mind, he slowly blinked away blurry vision. His newly acquired sight only lasted a moment for his father shifted.
“Papa,” Sesshoumaru whined and clung to his father's strong biceps.
“Shh, I only wish to make you more comfortable,” Inu no Taisho rasped and leaned forward.
As he was laid on the futon, Sesshoumaru's legs slid away from Inu no Taisho's waist and hips. Inu no Taisho brushed the stray hairs from his son's face then rolled them to his right side so that he was still inside his son while cocooning the boy in his strong arms and legs.
“Rest, my sweet boy,” he murmured as he stroked his son's hair. He felt the deep shuddering sigh before his son went boneless against him.
“Father?”
“Yes, Sesshoumaru?” Inu no Taisho responded, noticing that his son had regained the appropriate formality expected of one his age.
“How long will you be gone this time?” Sesshoumaru asked of the journey Inu no Taisho would begin the next day.
Inu no Taisho sighed. He would be doing something he should have done years ago, something that would take time. He had procrastinated in putting into effect his future plans for Sesshoumaru. Once his son defeated him, there would be no one to truly love his son, to show him that he has purpose beyond building his own empire. So, Inu no Taisho would create someone specifically for that purpose – a sibling.
“At least three months, if not longer,” he replied, planning for all eventualities. It might find some time to find the perfect mother to his new child.
“Why so long?” Sesshoumaru complained.
“You, my sweet, have occupied too much of my thoughts and I have in turn procrastinated in my duties,” he responded, lowering his head and gazing down into his child's questioning eyes. “I am truly sorry.”
The pout on Sesshoumaru's lips was too adorable, even though the boy was beyond the age of someone to be thought of in such a way. Inu no Taisho couldn't help himself and leaned down to caress his son's lips with his own. He could tell his son still wasn't losing the pout and nibbled at the soft lips.
“I promise to return as quickly as I'm able,” he murmured. That got him the response he desired and Sesshoumaru returned the kiss.
“I love you, father.”
“And I you. Now rest.”
“You're just saying that because you'll be the one who's tired tomorrow,” Sesshoumaru teased.
“Yes, I'm old, decrepit, and can't pull my own weight.” Inu no Taisho smirked. That would never be true, but his son would one day exceed him in power, one day challenge and defeat him. He looked forward to his son's growth, but not to leaving his son alone in the world. He smiled when his son chuckled. “Go to sleep,” he ordered and kissed his son's forehead.
Beneath his gentle caresses, he felt his son sink into sleep. In the quiet dark, Inu no Taisho sighed with some amount of sadness. He'd been selfish with his son and had procrastinated much too long. A new child would be seen as a threat by Sesshoumaru. Nevertheless, it was necessary. Sesshoumaru would need someone who would love him unconditionally and who would protect him. In return, Sesshoumaru would eventually return those feelings. It would take much longer now and he would need to make provisions to protect the younger from Sesshoumaru's wrath. What a mess his own selfish desires had created.
Without someone to protect, his son could easily fade. Inu no Taisho would definitely be paying a visit to Sesshoumaru's mother. She would not be thrilled with his plans. A half human child? She would scoff. It mattered not. Humans were capable of so much love, forgiveness, and mercy. Alongside their selfish desires, it was those things that made them strong. With those traits, a sibling could forgive Sesshoumaru's wrath, understand it, and still care for a youkai of his son's strength and the behavioral demands of that position.
'My youngest son will need a softer name, one that will remind Sesshoumaru of my love, that will spur him to protect. It will help motivate the boy to protect his brother. A name...a name.'
Then it came to him.
'Inuyasha.'
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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 SXdroid to use and abuse at will.