InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Void ❯ In the Heat of the Night ( Chapter 13 )

A/N: Konbanwa, or Ohayo-- Depending on when you’re reading this! ^_^

Lol, sorry it took me so long to update... I think my muses went on holiday or something... hopefully this’ll make up for it though. ^_^ Oh, and I apologize if the chapter seems a bit rushed in some parts-- I was a little restless when I wrote this, and I didn’t really want to sit still, so... ^_^

Also (and I swear this’ll be the last thing before I answer the reviews) This fic is now an IYFG nominee-- best yaoi/yuri. ^_^ Lol, I don’t know anything about awards, but I’m still excited about it so... Feel free to ignore me if you want to, I don’t care, cause when I get excited I get hyper and then I to ramble... even more so than usual... yeah, I know, how the hell is that even possible? ^_^ Lol.

Anyway, that all I have to say, so onto the reviews, and then the chapter. ^_^ Thanks for being so patient everyone! ^_^

-Tryst/Punishment of the Inu - Thinking mode huh? *eyes you for a moment* I don’t like the sound of that. But then again, I don’t think I’ve ever gone into “Thinking mode” cause my brain pretty much fried right out around the turn of the century, and before that... ^_^ Lol, well I don’t know if what Sess does is necessarily “Damage control” but hopefully you’ll like it anyway, neh? ^_^ -- Yep, Naraku knew his heat was approaching. Don’t know what he’s gonna do once he finds out he missed it... ^_^ Yeah, I’ll have to think about what I’m gonna do about a miko’s powers mixing with a demons... Whatever happened, I doubt it’ll be very good for poor Inu. ^_^ Lol. -- Answer your own challenge? By all means, do so! It’s a very twisted and interesting challenge (just the kind I like) and if you think you can make it work, then it’d be great to see what you can come up with. ^_^

-love it - Lol, I’m glad to hear that! Sorry though... even though I’m beating my brains out almost constantly, just can’t get myself to update any quicker than I am... >_< Hopefully soon though, neh?

-Snowfall - Lol, it’s strange, cause I didn’t think I normally wrote AU fics... but I seem to be getting into very AU scenarios lately. I blame the muses. And Tryst, cause she’s the one who issued the challenge. ^_^ Lol, anyway... I’m glad you decided to try my fic-- and that you liked it. Wasn’t even sure if I was gonna like it at the beginning, but it seems to be turning out... well, at least good enough to capture and hold some people’s attention. ^_^ -- Lol, yep, a cliffie. What an evil author I am, neh? I seem to have been doing that with all my fics lately... ^_^

-Rawben - Lol, I’m glad you liked it. And if you liked Inu’s dream, well... hopefully my Sess/Inu will be just as good. ^_^

-Tai-san - Lol ^_^ Well, I am trying to update at a regular pace, but it really doesn’t seem to be working too well, now does it? I need to find some way to just sit down, clear the cobwebs out of my head (though I don’t know what good that’ll do, cause it’ll just leave more space for the air to pass through ^_^) and force myself to write some more... Which, unfortunately for us all, is easier said than done. : (

Well that’s it... Oh, although I’d like to remind people that, once again, I don’t own Inuyasha. Him and his friends and family and enemies belong to Rumiko Takahashi, VIZ and some other people. The challenge/Plot-in-general belongs to Tryst. All I own is the story and whatever OC’s I may or may not introduce, so... ~*~   In the Heat of the Night

Sesshomaru followed the strange and alluring call of his mate, letting his youki guide him as he moved in a blind haze through the castle, coming to rest outside the room that held the hanyou captive.

He took a cursory sniff of the air, trying to determine where to go next, and could not help the small snarl of desire that escaped his lips as he breathed in the strong and nearly overwhelming scent of heat and his mate.

Wasting no time, he slid open the door and went inside, his crimson eyes searching for and locking on the hanyou, who was curled up on the floor, his entire body flush and shivering badly, his ears pressed back tightly against his skull, and his breathing harsh, ragged gasps that sent little spikes of desire through Sesshomaru with every exhale.

Going completely on his instincts, Sesshomaru moved toward the boy, lowering down to hover over him on his hands and knees, sniffing all along the seam of his back, down to his hips, and the swell of his ass, displeased when the body beneath him made no move to allow him further access.

He voiced his displeasure in the form of a low growl, trying to convince his mate to move, but, again, he got no response, and he could not help but crease his brow as he wondered if maybe there truly was something wrong with the boy that his youki had not sensed before.

But another sniff revealed nothing of the sort, and if he couldn’t smell it and couldn’t see it, he didn’t know what it could possibly be.

His youki-- convinced that there was nothing seriously wrong with it’s mate-- was rather displeased at his continued ignorance of him, and it forced up another low rumble from him as his tongue reached out to run over shivering flesh-- the flat edges of his fangs barely scraping the skin that he had just laved in his saliva.

A shudder ran through the frame beneath him as a whimper tore itself free from the hanyou’s lips.

Eyes writhed rapidly beneath their lids, before slowly forcing their way open-- staring blearily and blindly about him for a moment, before finally coming to settle on Sesshomaru.

Crimson locked with crimson in a mix of desire and confusion as the two demons stared at each other, the want crackling almost audibly between their youki’s-- connecting their eyes with invisible streaks of heat-lightening as Inuyasha finally seemed to get his bearings, and his youki honed in fully on Sesshomaru’s, causing his heat scent to rise up another level.

The hanyou whined softly, his youki ignoring whatever protests his rational mind might have had as he burrowed his face in his arms, turning more fully onto his belly and spreading his legs wider as he did so, giving Sesshomaru the access that he had craved from before.

The full demon wasted no time, leaning his face down to sniff along the inside of the hanyou’s thighs, his youki pulsing and swelling within him at the pure strength of his soon-to-be-mate’s scent (a sure sign of the hanyou’s power-- for, the stronger the scent of heat came off of a youkai, the stronger said youkai had to be in order to produce said scent), and he could not help but wonder if the boy tasted as good as he smelled.

Inuyasha gasped softly as he felt a warm, wet tongue lapping at the skin of his thighs, soon followed by suckling lips, and gently nipping teeth as Sesshomaru sucked harshly on his skin, leaving a small cluster of hickies along his legs as he continued to work his way upward-- over Inuyasha’s ass, and towards the apex of his thighs.

The heat in Inuyasha’s body surged to life, working with his youki to fully drive away his rational mind and let his instincts take over, and he was thankful that the extreme inferno within his body wasn’t nearly as painful as it had been before, but now it consumed him in a way he had not thought possible-- driving any hopes of sanity from his mind and body, and he could not help but arch himself into the touch of the Inuyoukai.

Sesshomaru made a pleased noise in the back of his throat as his tongue laved over the inch of skin that separated the hanyou’s sac from the entrance that would lead to his core, inhaling deeply of his scent every time he did, until Inuyasha was trembling and writhing beneath him, small whimpers tearing from his throat at regular intervals as his body quaked in it’s need to get release, and Sesshomaru felt a similar sensation rearing to life within him, sending more blood rushing from his head to pool in his groin.

And, when the full youkai’s tongue slipped inside of him, it was all Inuyasha could do not to scream out as his back arched in an impossibly feline-like movement-- completely belying the entirely canine-like howl that tore itself from his throat at the scorching pleasure that surged through his heat and sweat-soaked body.

But, as good as that was, it wasn’t enough.

It wouldn’t be enough until he could feel his mate inside of him-- filling him, and moving himself within his very being.

His ability to speak in any human tongue had long since fled him, and all he could do was whine tightly and lift his hips up toward that questing tongue-- trying to convey to his mate without words that he had had enough, he was ready now-- to just, please, finish it!

Sesshomaru very nearly gasped from the strange swell of pleasure he felt at hearing that sound, not understanding why it would fill him with such a strange sense of pride and possessiveness, but secretly revelling in the fact that he could control the tensing and relaxing, the shiver and arching and moaning that was being emitted from the being beneath him.

And he could feel the need emanating off of the hanyou in thick waves, driving him nearly mad with lust and desire.

He knew that he could wait no longer.

And that, he would not last very long in this once it was started.

So, pulling his mouth away from the hanyou’s slickened and heated entrance, he tugged on the boy’s hips roughly, forcing him to his knees, before positioning himself at the boy’s tight passage-- pausing a moment to give the body beneath him a chance to relax-- and then thrust inside.

Inuyasha’s spine arched harshly, and a sharp cry tore itself from his lips despite himself.

Because, unlike in all the dreams he had been having over the last week or so, this hurt.

A lot.

And it was enough to make his rational mind spring to the forefront and take over for all of an instant.

Unfortunately for it, it was so muddled in confusion, outrage, protestation, and just all around pain, that it could not get a coherent command in place, before his youki reared up and took over again, shutting that part of his mind away as well as the pain and forcing him to ignore it, as it revelled in the feeling of being filled-- of bring such pleasure and emotions to his mate, and, ignoring the horrified protests that his body was secretly making in the form of tiny shivers and shakes, he shoved his hips back, further encompassing the length of his mate within his body.

Sesshomaru’s hips jerked forward against his will, grinding his body against the puppy-eared male in front of him, earning him a loud hiss of pain for his efforts as he watched said puppy-ears flatten themselves tightly against a silver-tressed skull. But that still didn’t stop the seemingly masochistic boy from shoving against him yet again, forcing another stutter-stop motion from the older youkai, and making him snarl loudly, his elongated fangs flashing in the pale light filtering into the room from the unveiled window.

Fine.

If the boy wanted it rough, he would be more than happy to oblige him.

Grabbing hold of Inuyasha’s hips and sinking his claws in deeply to ensure he would hold still, Sesshomaru pulled back till just the head of his erection was still sheathed within that hot, tight prison of living velvet, before slamming forward again, the harshness behind his thrust earning him another pained cry from the boy beneath him.

Sesshomaru ignored it this time, not hesitating for a moment before he pulled back again and repeated the action, which drew forth a tight whine and then a moan from Inuyasha as he aimed his next thrust a bit higher, brushing against something inside Inuyasha that made his spine arch in a desperate attempt to escape his body. The sound of wood splintering reached his ears as the hanyou’s claws dug harshly into the floor-- searching from something to hold onto and brace him against Sesshomaru’s onslaught.

The inuyoukai paused a moment, before repeated the action, earning him another brazen moan, and the wonderful sight of the hanyou’s head thrashing back, silver hair flying around him-- some of the silken strands coming to whip against Sesshomaru’s face as the boy turned a harsh, gleaming snarl upon him, crimson eyes glowing brightly in the lust, desire, and pure youki instinct.

Sesshomaru snarled back at the younger male, shoving painfully into him, causing another hiss to flee his lips, and him to again bare his fangs at him.

Having enough of the blatant insolence his mate was showing him, as well as the teasing pace of his thrusting, Sesshomaru tightened his hold even further on the blood-slickened hips in his grip, sending more rivulets of blood pouring out of the boy to fall and stain the floor instead, and, giving no warning save a low growl to the hanyou beneath him, swiftly began to set a rapid pace for him and Inuyasha-- thrusting harshly into the boy, and making cry after delicious cry tear free from his blood-swollen lips.

Inuyasha’s hips jerked out of time with the rhythm Sesshomaru had set, causing said youkai’s claws to tear their puncture wounds further and lengthen them into deep, blood-pouring gashes (though neither youkai noticed) as he tried desperately to keep up with the inu’s wild thrusting, keenly aware of his achingly neglected length silently begging for attention, even as that same magic spot inside of him was struck over and over again by Sesshomaru’s own erection as it pounded into him.

He could feel the heat rising to extreme levels within him once again-- smouldering and scorching his flesh, and threatening to consume both him and Sesshomaru in a mind-blowing inferno if they were not careful.

And, when Sesshomaru’s hand pulled itself loose from his hip (earning a sharp and dark glare from him at the pain from the withdrawal) and came down to grip his aching length, that was it. One thrust into that tight, hot grip was all it took for his desire-driven body, and he lost it-- spilling his release all across his belly, chest, the floor and Sesshomaru’s hand as he let out a loud cry of euphoria, his body shaking with the pure bliss he felt from this.

Sesshomaru’s hand, however, did not stop moving over him despite his release, nor did he stop thrusting inside of him-- striking against the over-sensitized gland within him, his hand milking out the last of the hanyou’s seed but still refusing to stop, and Inuyasha could not help but whimper and jerk in discomfort-- trying to pull away from the touch.

But Sesshomaru was having none of it, and a snarl was released at the sound-- the elder youki perceiving it as an action of defiance-- even as he leaned up and, pushing aside the mass of silver that was the kumohanyou’s hair, he sunk his fangs deeply into the back of Inuyasha’s neck, even as he thrust into him once again.

And the unexpected wave of pleasure the bit brought through to his youki made his eyes widen slightly in surprise-- a shocked growl tearing free from his throat at the sensation-- and he could not hold back any longer, letting his release spill from within him-- still buried to the hilt deeply within the hanyou.

Spent and exhausted from the night’s exertions, Sesshomaru could not help but to collapse on top of Inuyasha, releasing the vaguely displeased hanyou at last, as for several minutes he just lay there, trying to get his breathing to even out again.

Blood pooled in his mouth, and he slowly withdrew his fangs, lapping affectionately at the wound he had inflicted until the blood stopped pouring from Inuyasha’s neck, and the body beneath him ceased it’s shivering.

By the time he pulled back to examine his work, Inuyasha was already deeply lost in the darkness of unconsciousness, and Sesshomaru could feel and smell as the heat slowly began to drain itself from the boy’s body. Apparently whatever Inuyasha’s youki had been demanding for the night had been accomplished, and it was satisfied to retreat and let the exhausted by sleep for now.

Satiated (in more ways than one), Sesshomaru could feel his own youki slowly withdrawing as well, though it still refused to release whatever hold it had on his rational mind-- not allowing him to think of the worries and problems that would surely arise if it did-- and so, with nothing else left to do that did not require the use of his rational mind, Sesshomaru tucked himself securely around the smaller youki he had just claimed for his own, and joined Inuyasha in sleep, his youki calling him to nuzzle against the mark he had just inflicted upon the boy unconsciously, and allowing a small sigh of contentment to escape from Inuyasha’s lips, even as the hanyou snuggled back closely into the warmth that was his embrace-- safe.

For the moment, at least. ~*~

Glossary

Youki - Demonic aura or energy

Hanyou - Half-Demon

Youkai - Demon

Inuyoukai - Dog-Demon

Inu - Dog

Kumohanyou - Spider half-demon ~*~  

A/N: Well there you go-- hope you enjoyed it, and it met everyone’s expectations. And will be able to hold you off until I somehow manage to beat another chapter out of my head... ^_^

Till then...

~Avarwen~