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In a Blue Moon	By : NihilEtNemo Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 15599 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Ten

Whole Moon

“Why do you two always smell like that in the morning?”

Because Inuyasha has a voracious sexual appetite, young one.

Of course, I do not answer the fox cub… but it would be amusing to see the reactions of the others if I did. Sometimes, I believe people think I do not realize how what I say will make others react – I know perfectly well. It amuses me to see humans squirm with embarrassment over something they have no business being embarrassed about.

Inuyasha feigns innocence and the others just look away. They know why Inuyasha, whenever we stop, requests that I accompany him somewhere of which the only benefit is that it is not in the immediate proximity of his friends, and why we do not spend our nights near enough the camp to be heard. Inuyasha is, for lack of a better word, extremely horny, and I am more or less obligated to tend to his desires whenever I can. Of course, I do not particularly mind; it is not as though I get no pleasure from it myself. I would be content with much less than it seems to take to satisfy Inuyasha, however – especially since he, too, has discovered my tongue.

“Let’s go,” Inuyasha commands; Kagome (I have been learning his companions’ names… not through much choice of my own, but because they were getting annoyed with me, and he wanted me to) begins to argue, but I follow him, and he leaves them to their own devices. They will, eventually, follow, and I have come to realize that, though he acts as though he does not care, he never gets so far away that he cannot hear them and be there to help them almost immediately, should something befall them.

“Slowpokes,” he grumbles, but not un-fondly. He glances back at me, then grins and grabs my hand pulling me close. I bend my head as he leans up to kiss me – this is how it is anytime we have the slightest bit of privacy. Honestly, I do not mind. There are worse masters to have – as I well know.

For a moment, nothing more happens, and I am able to simply enjoy the kiss. Then his head jerks up, his ears twitching for a moment before focusing on the direction we came from. “They’re in trouble!” he says, and sprints away. I follow easily and am actually standing beside a tree in front of him when he skids to a stop. There is a very simple reason I have not already gone to the aid of my brother’s companions; it is Naraku by whom they are being attacked.

Inuyasha runs into the fray, but I am… hesitant. Noticeably hesitant. Why would he come here and attack them? Perhaps he is only after the jewel shards…

But he did claim me as his own. Has he come… for me?

He stops and looks directly at me, and I am frozen in place. I experience a moment of relief when I see Inuyasha’s sword slice through that familiar body – but of course, it is only a puppet. Naraku himself is too cowardly to fight his own battles.

“Feh,” Inuyasha says, kicking the two pieces of the hair-wrapped piece of wood. “Another damn puppet. Just once, I’d like to see Naraku out here himself. Then we’d be able to kick his ass for real.”

“Be careful what you wish for,” Kagome cautions, as Inuyasha begins to walk away from her. “I don’t know if we’re ready to actually go up against Naraku himself yet…”

“Of course we are,” he says as he passes me. “And you – why don't you try lending a hand next time, Sessho? Just because we can take him doesn’t mean we couldn’t use your help. That evil sword of yours would come in handy once in a while.” I elect not to mention the fact that my evil sword is made of a piece of Naraku, and thus would likely be fairly useless, though I have never tried it. I follow silently at his side and slightly behind him, and say nothing. He can talk enough for both of us, at any rate, when the mood is on him. “I don’t think you’re as weak as you think you are – and you haven’t really tried, either. Are you just afraid or what?”

I say nothing, again. He appears to notice this time, stopping to look at me.

“Are you listening to me, Sessho?”

“Yes.”

“So, are you afraid?”

“Of what, Inuyasha?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. Of trying to fight and finding out that you’re weaker than you think, maybe.”

“No.” I begin to walk again. They will all follow, or call me back.

Inuyasha catches up easily. “Then how come haven’t you fought a single thing since I got you back from Naraku?”

“That is what you are here for.”

This shuts him up. I thought it better to play to his ego than to prolong this discussion any longer. I very rarely lie; I choose to classify that statement as a partial truth. After all, I am with him so that he can protect me. However, I also choose not to fight. It is not because I am afraid – per se. I do not choose not to fight because I am afraid I will discover I am weaker than I thought – I choose not to fight because I know precisely how weak I am.

And this is why Naraku frightens me.

If he were to come back to claim me once more, I would have no choice but to go with him. I am not strong enough to resist or defeat him myself. Inuyasha and the others are not as strong as they think they are – they could not protect me, though I have no doubt that they are so noble that they would die trying. Of course, that is if Naraku would even choose to attack – he may simply sneak in and take me, and then they would have to find me. Again. It took them more than a month last time, and this time Naraku would hide himself – us – better. I may never be found. That is why Naraku terrifies me. I do not want to return to him.

Will he come for me? Will he come back to take me from Inuyasha? No… I desperately hope not. I never want to be forced to be apart from Inuyasha again. This is my greatest fear – that someday, someone will take me for good, and I may live the rest of my natural life span, but I will never be allowed to see Inuyasha, to touch him, to be with him, ever again. I would kill myself if I knew that were to be my fate. I need him.

“Sessho? Hey, Sessho!” Oh… Inuyasha is speaking to me.

“Yes?”

“I said that we should stop here for the night.” …Night? Surely not – it was midmorning but a few minutes ago… I see. I have lost myself – I have been thinking of Naraku all day… that is insane. I never lose myself this way. Never. It is not safe, not healthy… And yet I have. Something is wrong with me.

“Are you okay, Sessho?” he asks me quietly, pulling me off to one side while they others make their camp. “You seemed a little out of it all day.”

“Merely thinking.”

“Uh-huh…” He obviously does not like my response, but he accepts it. For that I am grateful. I – really – would not like to have to explain. He glances back toward the others, then takes me deeper into the forest. Strange – Inuyasha almost never leaves before he gets his supper, and most of the fox cub’s. For myself, I do not much care if I eat or not, but he generally makes me, as well.

We sit beside a tree; he pulls me to lean against him. I do not much mind. He is warm and comfortable, and soft, though I should probably not tell him that, I suppose…

“So what’s wrong, Sessho?”

“Nothing.” My words are half muffled by his shoulder, but audible enough. I am too comfortable to move.

“I thought you never lied.”

“I rarely lie.”

He smiles and wraps his arms around me. “Are you lying when you say nothing is wrong?”

“If I were, I would only lie about it now.”

I think I have confused him; he frowns a little, then smiles again. It took him a moment. “Really – is something bothering you?”

“No, I am fine.”

“Good.” He tilts my chin up to kiss me again. I have been melodramatic – no one will ever take me from Inuyasha… he is here to protect me. He will. I have nothing to worry about. He will not allow anyone to take me. Because… he wants me.

I nuzzle against his neck for a moment, while he evidently tries to decide if we are far enough from the camp. After a moment, he decides that we are, and pulls my head up to kiss me again. Everything goes away. There is only Inuyasha, who, if he does not love me, at least wants me and will keep me from everyone else who would hurt me.

“Kami, Sessho, you’re beautiful…” I purr a little at the compliment; I have decided not to fight it. If he believes that, then let him.

He kisses my neck, nipping gently at the mark there, knowing how it sends a sharp shiver of arousal through me. As always, it works – I want him, more than anything, to have me now… I realize that it is a trick to make sure I enjoy this, for he would want it regardless, but I cannot mind; I would, after all, rather enjoy it.

His hands push my clothes away with no further preamble as he continues to pay his attention to my neck. I manage not to moan, but it is a near thing, because he is very good at making me feel good – better than anyone else I have ever known. My father, after all, took very little effort; I got my pleasure from pleasing him. Naraku was kind, though of course it was an act… but Inuyasha seems to know me, and he knows what I like. He knows that my neck is very sensitive, and always seems to take advantage of that.

As soon as my arm is free, I pull his haori and kimono off, exposing his strong chest. Focusing on what I am doing rather than what he is making me feel, I trace my claws down his chest and tweak a nipple once; he repays that by licking the moon on my forehead. I gasp and whine… low blow. He knows I cannot resist that.

I see him smirk above me, satisfied that he has won, as always. Of course, if he had a weakness like that…

“Nice try, Sessho,” he says with a smirk and licks the mark on my neck again. Damn it, I want him now…

He seems to sense that, or perhaps it is the crushing grip of my hand on his shoulder and my obvious need that informs him; in but a few moments we are both thankfully bare, and it becomes obvious that he wants me as badly. He’s grown accustomed to using his fingers now, and does, however quickly, but right now I would not care if he forgot.

I spread my legs apart and make a little noise at the feeling of his fingers inside me – I like to see how any noise I make affects him, makes him that much more impatient. And it is very effective – he suddenly kisses me, harshly, as I like it best, and buries himself inside me with one sure thrust. It is easy for me to ignore the pain and wrap my legs around him to pull him deeper – I want him too badly to be in pain.

He breaks the kiss and looks at me a moment, either thinking or giving me a moment to adjust, then proceeds, pulling back to slam himself back into me. I hold tightly onto his shoulder and welcome him into me.

I can already feel that this will not last long, for either of us. And I must ask him something before I no longer can…

I pull his head down with my hand on the back of his head as he thrusts into me again. “Inuyasha…” I say, already breathless. “Give me the last mark…”

He falters very briefly before finding his rhythm again. “Why?” he pants. He does not trust me. He suspects a trap or an ulterior motive.

I moan as he hits my pleasure spot and manage to pant out my answer. “I never want… what happened with Naraku… to happen again…” I lick his ear lightly. “I want to be yours…” I do not… think I can speak anymore…

There is no answer from him… will he not do it? I thought he wanted it…

I cry out quietly with a hard thrust, and feel him lick the mark on my neck. The place is throbbing… it needs another mark… Please, Inuyasha, do not be merely teasing me.

Several more hard thrusts… please, Inuyasha… I feel his teeth upon my neck… I hear my voice cry out his name as the blinding bliss of my climax washes over me…

Inuyasha…
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