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Spiel Mit Mir	By : botticelliangel Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 15039 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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This time waking up was the most physically grating experience Sesshomaru could remember. He experienced the unusual feeling of being sore and nauseous. His head throbbed.

Turning from his side to his back, Sesshomaru sat up slowly trying to reconstruct what might have lead him to such ill feelings. Had he been in a particularly rough fight? The last time he felt nauseous was when he was in his thirties, and a demon meaning to lay low the empire of his father impaled him through his stomach on a hooked spear. That demon ripped the spear back out of his flesh dragging out slices of every organ in its path, and Sesshomaru had vomited from the pain.

It was the first serious injury he had ever received, and he remembered feeling better that his father eviscerated the demon and hung all of his stinking organs off of the castle walls to be fed on by crows.

Father…

His already aching head was jarred by a shrill shriek. He knew it was let loose by Rin, for reasons that he had yet to come by. But it didn’t sound like she was screaming in terror, or out of any danger to her person, so he just clamped his eyes shut furrowing his forehead with the effort of tuning it out. Then came a flooding cesspool of ragged emotions accompanied by the very uncharacteristic thought of ‘What the hell?’ which was voiced not a moment later by the recognizably gruff sound of Inuyasha’s voice.

Everything came flooding back, in one unwelcome wake up call, at the sound of his brother’s voice. His senses, although greatly compromised by pain, flared into action. Sesshomaru snapped into complete awareness and found that they were still in the hut which was now quite unfortunately occupied with all of Inuyasha’s staring friends and Jakin.

Sesshomaru was sitting, thankfully fully clothed, in the right rear corner of the room. It wasn’t where he had been when he fell asleep, and he experienced a fair amount of confusion about how he got there, of how he got dressed, and of how and why anyone else would be there.

Inuyasha’s friends, Rin, and Jakin were sitting in a circle on the floor near the fire. And all their eyes were on him. Judging by their looks Sesshomaru was able to grasp that they knew exactly what had happened in this room, however long ago it was that Inuyasha marked him.

Sesshomaru was in the middle of a proverbial walk of shame, and he hadn’t even had to get up to do it. He watched dispassionately as Rin sprang up from the group of humans (and a kit and an imp) who looked like they had previously been playing some sort of game with brightly colored cards. Rin careened into him with all the force she normally did, and this time it knocked Sesshomaru flat on his back. He grasped for the logic of that, with him being a very strong and powerful demon, and Rin being a very petite diminutive human.

“I thought you were never going to wake up!” She cried while showering his face with kisses. It didn’t seem to worry her one iota that she was able to knock him back. It also didn’t seem to worry her one bit that she was flagrantly disregarding any manners about touching and public displays of affection that he had ever taught her.

Never going to wake up? What happened?

“Hey! Why am I pinned to the wall?!” Inuyasha’s voice filled the room in agitation. Sesshomaru dismayed for a moment that he could literally feel that agitation spring up inside of him. Gathering his strength, Sesshomaru pulled Rin around so that she was sitting with her back against his stomach, his arm looped around her, as he looked in the direction of his brother’s voice. “Fucking hell! Kagome! Why the fuck am I pinned to a fucking wall!”

Inuyasha was thrashing against two sacred arrows spurred straight through the shoulder hems of his robe, which were gathered up so that the weapons didn’t puncture his flesh. The Tetsusaiga was tied very securely against his chest with, of all things, Sesshomaru’s sash. And most remarkably was the transformation.

Sesshomaru hadn’t seen it since Inuyasha was a child, but he never forgot the alarming, and sudden, absence of Inuyasha’s youki on the night of the new moon.

Inuyasha panicked and swore trying to free himself of the wall, and Sesshomaru counted.

9 days. 9 days of complete and utter helplessness since he marked Rin. He had no idea how many of those days were due to his resting time with Rin, and how many were due to Inuyasha. Internally Sesshomaru freaked out.

That wasn’t going to do him any good though. Nothing seemed to happen in those 9 days. He was not dead or maimed, nor was anyone else. Grounding himself he found his voice.

“Stop struggling, Inuyasha.” He was glad his voice sounded just as calm as it always did. Inuyasha’s dark eyes flashed in his direction. He made a face of utter contempt, as if he hadn’t expected Sesshomaru to be there.

“Don’t you tell me what to do you bastard!” Inuyasha gritted out. Then, despite being the night of the new moon, his eyes flashed a fiery red. “I’m alpha, you will submit.” He growled out.

Sesshomaru just stared in disbelief and then it occurred to him. The whole time they had been traveling together… no, the entire time Sesshomaru was distracted by thoughts of his little brother, a bond was forming between them. For a whole year Inuyasha was unwittingly receiving hints and whispers of Sesshomaru’s youki. For a whole year Sesshomaru puzzled over strange thoughts that were in retrospect the beginnings of a bond.

It just may be that stupidity was a family trait.

Inuyasha had stopped struggling and was looking down to his outstretched legs with a face of mixed contempt and bewilderment. Sesshomaru realized there wasn’t going to be any reasoning with him right now. He probably knew as little as Sesshomaru did anyways.

He couldn’t tear his eyes from his brother’s bound form.

“Priestess.” He said hoping to get some answers out of her.

“Bitch.” She replied venomously. Sesshomaru growled his gaze sliding over to her. He had no idea how protozoan her brain must be to not only hurl insults at him, but to have never ever shown any fear of him. She opened her bold little mouth again, “As long as you address me by what I am, I’ll be doing the same to you.”

There was always something about being called a bitch that really got to Sesshomaru.

Always.

From across the deep empty space of time he remembered. When he was just a stumbling kid, barely out of infancy, a group of older boys taunted him by saying he fought like a bitch.

He responded by kicking one of the boys so hard in the groin that he lost a testicle from the trauma. He remembered his father scolding him, and pointing out that the insult was stupid. There were plenty of women who fought proficiently, wisely, proudly; he taught his son. That those boys would think otherwise only showed their ignorance.

Sesshomaru remembered the first time his father called him a bitch. It was less than a week after he was marked, and Touga mounted him again. That time it was in the middle of the day, and Sesshomaru was letting go of his thoughts by methodically destroying the dojo where he had all of his formal training in the combat arts.

He had somewhat boldly talked back to his father, who was trying his hardest to calm Sesshomaru down without touching him. He remembered vaguely running his mouth off in anger, and challenging his father’s dominance. Then he remembered, very well, the crushing feeling of his father’s body. He remembered fighting it. He remembered being tied up to one of the support beams with a fighting chain. He remembered his father biting back into the mark, pounding into him.

That was the first time Sesshomaru had an orgasm outside of the dreams that all boys going through puberty had. He remembered painfully his father licking the cum off his hard worked hands, and sighing in disappointment.

“If I had known, bitch… if I had known, I would have killed you when you were born.”

His father hated him.

Sesshomaru remembered, and hated that his father’s allies, almost all the men he had grown up trying to emulate and prove himself to, whispered to themselves that they always suspected there was something odd about Sesshomaru. Some of them made the ridiculous assumption that Sesshomaru really was a girl. After Touga’s death, Sesshomaru fought many of them. He fought and learned to shut his mind off when they said they bet he was a tight little bitch, because when he got angry he didn’t fight as well. Not fighting well put him in danger.

He felt shame from the word, and shame compounded even more in the short period of time when he entered his first relationship with a woman. It was a very short lived relationship with the daughter of one of his mother’s cousins. Kokoa had obviously heard the stories about his previous mating, because she would deviously shove her fingers up his anus when she had her mouth on his dick and watch him squirm in unrestrained pleasure.

Their relationship ended when he rather stupidly agreed to let her fuck him with one of the fanciful toy rods that women sometimes used when their husbands were away at war. She teased him about cumming from the insertion, and spread rumors that he was truly a bitch in boy’s clothing because he never once used her cunt to get off.

Sesshomaru hated her.

And now the word bitch was back in his life. And he was feeling a little resentful that he liked it so much when Inuyasha called him a bitch. He was feeling a little resentful that the way Inuyasha said the word was a strange combination of vulgar and reverent, because the brat truly enjoyed their sexual liaisons.

Kagome was making him remember why he hated the word.

“Oh my, Kagome, you made him blush!” The slayer said behind her hand, not that it didn’t reach Sesshomaru’s ears. Sesshomaru was angry and embarrassed, and feeling rage swirl around his heart.

“You stupid human! Sesshomaru-sama isn’t blushing! He’s red with anger!” Jakin screamed trying futilely to hit the slayer with the staff of heads. The woman held the staff with one hand and Jakin squirmed trying to swing it with his indignant anger.

Sesshomaru glared at Kagome knowing that he had two options: He could launch himself into a dirty little war over just who was higher ranked in the little dog-pile of their pack. Or he could try to fix this situation by showing respect to the slight girl who would eventually outrank him entirely on the fact that she is the bitch who would provide pups to Inuyasha.

Both options seemed horridly below him.

Both options forced him to acknowledge that he was indeed Inuyasha’s bitch. The first marked mate, and at the same time the beta mate by virtue of his gender. When his father was alive, Sesshomaru had been marked after Izayoi, and obviously after his own mother, but he never had to bow to Inuyasha’s mother because Touga explicitly made it known that Sesshomaru was his son first.

He hated everything about this situation.

“I forgot your conceded preference to hear your own name, Kagome.” Sesshomaru stated trying to twist it so that it didn’t sound like he was apologizing, or submitting. She made a sound of complete outrage.

“Kagome, don’t get so pissed off. He’s just being an asshole.” Inuyasha said from his position on the wall.

She went to turn her anger out on Inuyasha, and Sesshomaru realized that this was going to be a self perpetuating cycle of hate if they didn’t have outside mediation. Sesshomaru ignored it as the priestess and his little brother engaged each other in a heated argument, and tried to determine which human would be more adept at mediating. The slayer woman, or the monk?

They both seemed perfectly capable, but Sesshomaru preferred the influence of the woman because she knew more about demon behavior. The monk probably knew more about their souls.

Sesshomaru hesitated to ask for help and looked back to Inuyasha and Kagome. They stopped screaming at each other, and now Kagome was sitting more provocatively than she probably intended in Inuyasha’s lap. She was holding onto him crying into his shoulder. Inuyasha had closed his eyes and was trying to sooth her by stroking back her hair.

“How could you betray me like this?” Kagome cried and hiccupped. “I thought you loved me.”

“I do love you, Kagome.” Inuyasha said pensively as if he was waiting for her to retort with the facts of his relationship with Sesshomaru. “This only happened because of a stupid curse.”

“A curse?” The monk Miroku questioned.

So it comes to this, Sesshomaru bemoaned inside his head.

“Before Inuyasha was born, Sesshomaru was cursed by a bosatsu who was corrupted by a demon. The bosatsu thought he was a woman, and gave him a blessing to find a good husband… which is the curse.” Rin offered the information solemnly.

The monk smirked, and the slayer giggled behind her hand.

“Fuck guys, cut it out! It’s not funny.” Inuyasha protested despite having had the same reaction at first. “The bastard’s been spending my entire life fighting off demons intent on raping him.”

That did silence them, and then Kagome voiced the obvious question.

“Is that what happened between you two?”

Inuyasha looked sick and horrified. Sesshomaru understood why. His little brother’s opinion of their father dropped significantly when he found out that the great demon gave into the curse and took Sesshomaru without consent. He was undoubtedly second guessing whether their intimate moments were as consensual as he originally thought.

“The curse is likely the reason Inuyasha lost control of his demon blood to mark me.” Sesshomaru said catching Inuyasha’s eyes. His little brother blushed. He wanted to say that the rest of it, all of those sexy moments they shared were wanted, but those sentiments would only ever be shared in private. And after this, Sesshomaru didn’t know if Inuyasha would be able to look at it like that again.

“How long have you known about this curse, Inuyasha?” Kagome questioned, sounding like she was calming down. She was still hiccupping between every other word, but her tears had stopped and her face didn’t hold any anger. It seemed she was resting easier with the knowledge that this wasn’t wanted by the brothers.

Sesshomaru answered for Inuyasha, lying to preserve the fragile relationship he had with the strange priestess.

“I told him when we first started traveling together. Aside joining your quest for the jewel, it was my intention to use Inuyasha as a means of protection while I marked Rin. It was too dangerous to claim her while I was being hunted.”

Sesshomaru was surprised when Inuyasha opened his mouth, and hoped that his brother wasn’t going to expose his lie. He would hate to have his deceitful generosity thrown back in his face.

“We thought that my human blood would keep me from being taken over by the curse.”

“And you left tetsusaiga with us at the inn.” Miroku said in thought. “You couldn’t carry your sword and Sesshomaru at the same time, giving this blessing enough of a crack to disrupt your youki.”

Inuyasha tried to shrug and couldn’t because of the arrows, but it made sense to Sesshomaru. He hadn’t even noticed that the sword wasn’t in the little hut with them. Sesshomaru remembered being too busy noticing other things.

He suddenly remembered the way Inuyasha tasted.

“Kagome knew something was wrong because of her bond with Inuyasha, and I followed her here. I… I was terrified because I couldn’t feel you anymore.”

“It was from sleeping. There are times when you sleep that I cannot feel our bond.” Sesshomaru interjected hoping to squelch any of Rin’s fears. Her hands were still gripping onto the material of his hakama.

“Lord Sesshomaru, you were deep in the resting time, and Inuyasha was transformed. But it wasn’t like the previous transformations. He recognized us, to an extent,” Sango interrupted his motions of comfort.

“You are his pack,” Sesshomaru said dully. He thought he might know how Inuyasha would have addressed them. “His transformation was triggered by the curse, not by fighting. His youki was focused on protecting and securing his pack, he would not have hurt you unless you challenged him.”

“That’s why we had to restrain him. Inuyasha kept insisting it wasn’t safe here.” Sango replied, “He was fighting the resting time like you did when you mated Rin.”

“We tried to calm him, but he was relentless.” Miroku chimed in.

“Yes,” Sango nodded, “Kagome used the subduing charm to bring Inuyasha back to himself. But he kept waking up transformed. Eventually Miroku and Kagome pinned him to the wall, because if he didn’t observe the resting time you would have never woken up.”

It was hushed in the small hut, and Sesshomaru could tell from the clueless look on Inuyasha’s face that he didn’t remember anything.

“Sesshomaru-sama, I know of the resting time, and am worried. Is it over truly? Or will more time be necessary once dawn breaks?” Sango asked.

“It is done.” Sesshomaru replied simply. He sat in his skin restlessly. He was not used to being asleep for so long.

“If the blessing has been fulfilled, now that you and Inuyasha have mated, then why is Inuyasha’s youki still disrupted?” Miroku asked. “We have spent two years as a group, and none of us have seen his youki appear on his human nights.”

“My youki is tied to his. I obviously hold no such weakness as a human night. His youki simply cannot completely dissipate, although it appears to draw away enough to revert his body to a lesser form.” Sesshomaru said coldly. Why couldn’t they stop asking him questions already? He had Rin, and as his nausea subsided he realized he was extremely hungry.

“I am only a humble monk, and you are a lord. I would advise you not to ignore his human night. I can sense that your youki drastically diminished when Inuyasha’s human night began.” The monk was observant, annoyingly so.

Sesshomaru refused to answer. It didn’t matter because this weakness would be gone in a few hours, and although it felt awful he was still more than completely capable of protecting himself.

“Sesshomaru-sama, Inuyasha,” Sango said seriously, “It is common knowledge among the slayer families that there are demons who have the ability to break mating bonds…”

“No.” Sesshomaru interrupted, cold anger rippling through him. “The mark stays.”

“But…” Sango replied.

“Why would you want this to go on?” Kagome asked confused. He didn’t want it to go on, but he wasn’t about to utilize that resource again.

Annoyed, Sesshomaru gently pushed Rin off of his lap and walked past Inuyasha’s friends. Ignoring Jakin’s silly attempts to follow him Sesshomaru left the shack.

*Spiel Mit Mir*

The tension was so tightly strung that Inuyasha was sure one little pluck could break it. Their journey northward was teaming in teeth grinding annoyances. And that was making everything very irritating.

It was annoying when, the morning after the new moon, Sesshomaru did not return to the shack that had been their shelter. They waited for him. By noon Inuyasha was fed up, free from the wall, and threatening to burn the awful shelter to the ground if they didn’t leave right then. He didn’t know what was worse: That he could still smell their mating, or that he was preoccupied with wondering if Sesshomaru was alright.

Fuck him! The bastard didn’t even deserve Inuyasha’s concern, not after screwing with his life over and over again! Inuyasha was rankled by his conflicting thoughts and tried to get out of the place by driving his friends out. Kagome uttered the awful word of subjugation, and they ended up staying until the following morning.

Inuyasha got the grim satisfaction of blasting the little dwelling to bits with the wind scar. Kagome used that word again, and he didn’t get why. He thought that she should be happy to see him making clear signs that he did not agree with what had happened.

It was annoying when Sesshomaru finally did show up half a day’s walk from the shack covered from head to toe with blood. His hair was matted with it, and he had extra sticky stripes on his face. Instinctual alarm bells rang inside Inuyasha’s head, and he found himself sniffing around Sesshomaru to make sure that the prick wasn’t hurt.

Inuyasha’s annoyance tripled when Sesshomaru responded by kicking Inuyasha’s feet out from under him, kicking him hard in the ribs, and pinning him to the ground in the same sexy way he had before. Sesshomaru stared at him red eyed and growling a challenge for dominance. Inuyasha punched him in the face.

It was embarrassing, and later annoying, that Inuyasha couldn’t remember what happened next until he snapped back into his own body and realized that him and Sesshomaru were a good thirty feet from where the scuffle started. Every bit of dirt and foliage in that thirty foot path was disrupted by their fighting. Sesshomaru was whining like an apologetic puppy under him. And Inuyasha had bit right back into the healed mating mark getting a mouthful of Sesshomaru’s blood, and surprisingly cow’s blood.

It felt horrifyingly good to see Sesshomaru submit especially since it got them both heated in all the wrong ways. (Inuyasha really hoped that he hadn’t been humping Sesshomaru in the moments before he came back to himself, but somehow doubted that he was lucky enough to avoid that embarrassment.) The feeling was annoyingly ripped away by the secondary feeling of shame. Inuyasha scrambled away from his brother mortified that all of his friends saw the display. He was grateful that they were worried about his continual transformations even with Tetsusaiga by his side, and not sickened by the way he acted.

Sesshomaru huffily explained that he had gone further inland to hunt cattle demon because he needed sustenance after having undergone two markings in such a short period of time. Judging by the amount of blood on him, Inuyasha bet that Sesshomaru did it to work out some inner turmoil too.

Inuyasha was sick of feeling annoyed, and thus decided he was irate when Sesshomaru refused to go find a river or a pond to bathe in. That turned into another fight that Inuyasha barely remembered. He woke up from that one kissing Sesshomaru under the roaring waves of the ocean. They made it up to the beach a panting, tangled mess.

It was annoying that Inuyasha still couldn’t get the sand out of his hair. The sand only got there because Sesshomaru flipped Inuyasha onto his back in the coarse sand and excitedly rode Inuyasha like a desperate bitch in heat. Not that Inuyasha minded. He was very much a willing partner in that wet hot fuck they shared. In fact watching Sesshomaru bounce up and down on his cock while jerking off was making it to the top ten best things Inuyasha ever experienced.

It was annoying when the whole hour and a half back to their traveling party Inuyasha bickered with his brother. Sesshomaru apathetically remarked that Inuyasha brought it on himself to have sand buried in his clothes and hair. He was the one who dragged them all the way to the ocean after all.

When they did finally return to the camp Kagome said the dreaded word of subjugation. And then she said it again. In fact she said it so many times that at the first fall Inuyasha’s arm broke, and the fracture was seriously compounded by the subsequent pressure of his body being driven by unseen forces into the hard bedrock of their campsite.

It was scary when Sesshomaru put a stop to Kagome’s tear filled anger. He clamped his hand over her mouth, and very calmly told her that he would slit her throat if she said that word without reasonable cause again.

It was annoying that Sesshomaru and Kagome fought, rather as if they were having a simple conversation about the weather, over what constituted reasonable cause for using the awful word. Sesshomaru did acknowledge the usefulness of the charm, and Kagome acknowledged that she got a little carried away when she discovered Inuyasha nursing his injured arm. Sesshomaru haughtily replied that Kagome follow Rin’s lead in not getting lost in the emotions of the bond. Rin quietly stuck up for Kagome saying that when Inuyasha and Sesshomaru were together the bond was very intrusive.

Sesshomaru was clearly annoyed that Rin supported Kagome in regards to that subject.

It was heart wrenching for Inuyasha to discover that Kagome’s anger was manifested by feelings of violation. She choked out that it felt like she was being raped, because she wanted love from Inuyasha and wasn’t ready for this bond and what it was doing to her. She was resentful that things weren’t going in the order that she wanted them to in their relationship. She felt deprived of the normalcy of human courting from her world. She felt dirty for her reactions to the bond.

She begged him to stop.

It caused a lot of anger when Sesshomaru blandly said that he simply did not see the problem, Kagome was clearly a woman and should be able to handle feelings of arousal. Kagome gritted her teeth and muttered that she preferred Sesshomaru when he was not as talkative. And Inuyasha stuck up for the woman he loved, rashly asking Sesshomaru if he had been ready for a bond the first time.

It was a bad idea to say that. The stinging question disrupted their group further. Sesshomaru withdrew from the conversation casting a death glare in Inuyasha’s direction. There were a few mumbled questions about what Inuyasha meant by saying “the first time”. Rin burst into tears and slapped Inuyasha across the face, only to have to submit to his demon self who wouldn’t stand for the omega of the pack disrespecting him.

It said a lot about instincts and mating that Sesshomaru didn’t raise a finger to defend Rin, and in fact forced her into the same apology when she went to him for the night.

That was several days ago, and since then their traveling remained relatively quiet. A few low life demons attacked them, but Sesshomaru destroyed them before Inuyasha could rattle off a single insult much less draw his sword.

But that was probably a good thing, Inuyasha observed. His arm was still throbbing with pain. Usually by now his body would have healed itself. Inuyasha suspected that the break in his upper right arm directly above his elbow was worse than he originally thought. The weight of it hanging down by his side was intensely uncomfortable, so he walked around silently with his arms crossed.

Inuyasha tried to hide the fact that he was hurt, and as of yet no one seemed to notice. It would heal eventually anyways, and Sesshomaru had taken it upon himself to be somewhat of the group protector. In trying to hide his injury, Inuyasha refused to play some of the traveling games that his group usually engaged in to break up the monotony of being on the road.

He just walked on silent, like Sesshomaru, listening to the laughter of his friends. It always amazed him how close they all were, even after any one of them experienced serious missteps. Inuyasha was sure that his recent behavior was jarringly going to rip their group apart. But it didn’t.

Kagome had a heart of gold, and Miroku and Sango were so understanding it was almost nauseating. Inuyasha was so mad with himself, with the situation, that he almost wanted them to be angry with him. Worse, he expected them to be angry with him. But instead they were all worried about him, and even weirder they worried about Sesshomaru.

They had accepted Sesshomaru into the group in the same nonjudgmental way that spurred them to travel under Inuyasha’s leadership. While they acknowledged and made distinctions between being demon, human, or both, the main focus was who the person was.

Yesterday Kagome cheerfully asked Sesshomaru if he wanted to play a game of mahjong while they camped. He ignored her, but Kagome just smiled and said that they were practically family now so what was the harm in getting to know each other? Sesshomaru ended up playing even though he didn’t say too much during the game. When he did speak it was to comment about someone’s strategy.

Inuyasha felt that part of Kagome’s offer was completely honest, and part of it was driven by ulterior motives.

Those hidden motives had to do with the fact that Sesshomaru decided to start wearing his hair up making his marks very visible. Inuyasha didn’t think he was parading them around, because Sesshomaru seemed like the kind of person who would have rather kept his personal life private. Rin whispered to Inuyasha that the marks were probably sore still. She whispered that hers were. But with his hair up anyone could see the pink scars of Inuyasha’s mark on him, the tiny white crescent that Rin left, and another mark. Inuyasha recoiled the first time he saw the older mark. Unlike the mark’s left by Sesshomaru’s current mates that were clearly made from a face to face position, the older mark was given from behind.

The large white scars looked like fang marks that dragged and tore at Sesshomaru’s skin. The top canines of their father had obviously slit open Sesshomaru’s skin for almost two inches. Those scars were only a slightly different color than the rest of Sesshomaru’s skin, and the tissue was raised into swelling bumps.

The trio of Miroku, Sango, and Kagome gossiped again about who this mysterious mate of Sesshomaru’s might be. They tried to cajole Rin into telling them, but the girl would not speak. They tried Jakin next, and the toad spit insults at them to defend the honor of his lord.

The only conclusion they came to that was correct was that the mating was unwanted. Sango was the one who was observant enough to say that those mating marks were the most vicious ones she had ever seen. It looked like Sesshomaru fought it. Inuyasha thought he probably did even if he was unaware of the struggle.

Enter the pitying humans so loved to do when they found something so detestably unfair. First it was whoever this mystery mate was, then it was Inuyasha controlled by his demon blood (the demon blood being the villain, not Inuyasha himself)… Kagome brightly said she was glad that Sesshomaru had Rin at least.

Inuyasha silently walked on wondering why Sesshomaru decided to ignore them. Inuyasha was close to turning around and yelling at all of them to knock it off. It wasn’t any of their goddamn business and they should keep their noses out of it. He remembered when he was very young being told that pups that put their noses into others’ kitchens had to smell bad cooking. For the life of him Inuyasha couldn’t remember who said that to him.

He was tempted to repeat that saying right now, because he could hear the whispering behind him. Inside his head he was snapping right back to each silly hypothesis that was made.

Inuyasha growled under his breath and closed his eyes trying to count to ten like Kagome taught him to do when he was about to loose his temper. Most of the time he only got to three, and Kagome called it an improvement.

“We should really try to convince them to seek out the demons that can break mating bonds…” Kagome whispered behind her hand. “I can point them in that direction if you know where they live, Sango.”

Great, now Inuyasha had to worry about being lied to.

“That’s a really good idea Kagome. No one but you can tell where the jewel shards are.” Sango whispered back tapping her fingertips on hirikotsu as if the small sound could mask her words.

“I think that would be the best for them.” Miroku jumped in, “They really are brothers with the same amount of pride and stubbornness.”

Sesshomaru wasn’t stubborn, he was an elitist snob. There was a difference.

“Do you think they are avoiding it so that they don’t have to save face with other demons?” Sango asked.

Save face for what? Inuyasha questioned in his mind. He was a half breed, it didn’t get much lower than that. Besides, Inuyasha was pretty sure that mating with a full demon was probably a step up on the social ladder for him, especially mating a full demon with power and status, and a strong lineage… which they both happened to share.

And something was nagging at Inuyasha, telling him that Sesshomaru didn’t feel particularly ashamed either. The bastard rarely held audience for other people’s opinions. In his pretty head Sesshomaru probably still thought he was the greatest thing to grace the Earth.

Truth be told, Inuyasha had no idea why Sesshomaru was so against breaking the bond. He didn’t want to question it, because a part of him pulled at the pit of his stomach in agreement. No matter the problems this was going to cause, that mark was staying there.

“I think Sesshomaru should man up and…” Kagome’s next words were lost because Inuyasha couldn’t count to ten.

That was it. Inuyasha had it with the gossiping.

He swung around to face his friends, who he loved dearly, and pointed his finger at them completely forgetting the crushing break in his anger.

“Stop…” Inuyasha didn’t get another word out instead finding himself gritting his teeth in agony and wincing to bring his arm back into the safety of his chest. Sesshomaru didn’t let him though.

His older brother just appeared before him, holding onto his arm in a grasp that both left him unable to move it, and feeling supported. Sesshomaru stared down at Inuyasha’s arm with his unreadable face.

“Kagome, how is it that you could not feel Inuyasha’s distress through your bond?” Sesshomaru questioned blandly, “You claim to have such a strong connection for other things, yet you have completely missed that he has been injured for days.” Inuyasha narrowed his eyes at Sesshomaru. The bastard knew he was hurt and didn’t say a damn thing before this! Jackass.

Kagome either ignored or missed the insult in her concern.

“Inuyasha,” Kagome pushed her way to Inuyasha’s side and looked down to the supported arm, “How come you’re arm still hurts? You should have healed by now…”

Not wanting to hurt himself anymore, Inuyasha huffed and stayed still. He wanted to pull his arm back and boldly proclaim that both Sesshomaru and Kagome were wrong.

“Pah, it’s nothing. Let me go.” Inuyasha huffed. Kagome ignored him and pressed her fingers along Inuyasha’s arm making him squirm. “Stop doing that!” he bellowed. Neither Kagome nor Sesshomaru paid any attention to him. Great, he had two over attentive mates. Sesshomaru let go of his arm and quickly pulled up Inuyasha’s sleeve.

Inuyasha’s arm was sporting an ugly black and green bruise that extended from his biceps half way down his forearm. The skin was swollen and hot.

“How weak you are, half breed.” Sesshomaru said before scooping Inuyasha up around his waist and with a deadpan expression walked forward.

“Let me go, Sesshomaru! My fucking arm is broken, not my legs!” Inuyasha struggled as much as he could against his brother’s unmoving grasp. At least he struggled as much as he could without jarring his arm. It was an awkward position to be held in. Inuyasha felt he was slipping, and determined that if he couldn’t get free he might have to wrap his legs around Sesshomaru’s waist and hold onto him that way.

“And I am to believe that you would seek out a healer on your own?” Sesshomaru retorted. His grip was unyielding. Desperately Inuyasha looked back to his friends. They were still following, but they were silently watching as they did so.

“Put me down Sesshomaru! I don’t need no stinking healer!”

“It would be wise for you to shut your mouth.” Sesshomaru warned coldly. Inuyasha bristled and struggled some more.

“Make me! You flee infested, bad breathed…” Inuyasha would have rattled off more insults if he hadn’t caught the smile that appeared so very quickly on his brother’s face. He didn’t have a chance to react when Sesshomaru’s face swooped in close to his. Soft lips enveloped his mouth. Sesshomaru’s tongue dipped into the cavernous space and nudged against the slick muscle inside. Inuyasha’s face burned, and his skin shivered with flashes of heat.

Sesshomaru broke the kiss taking a moment to look at Inuyasha with half lidded lust before facing forward and banishing that look back into his mask of cold nothingness.

“I can’t believe he just did that!” Kagome squeaked out behind them. Miroku chuckled.

“I would say it was an effective way to shut Inuyasha up.” Miroku said spiritedly, “It was quite amusing too.”

Inuyasha was too embarrassed to look back to his friends, but felt grateful to hear the soft thunk of Sango’s weapon hitting the top of Miroku’s head.

*Spiel Mit Mir*

Kagome woke up sucking in air. It was a humid night, and she was sweltering under her sleeping bag. Fighting her way out of the sweat soaked silky bag Kagome wished the humidity would drop. She felt like she was going to drown in it.

And she was thirsty.

Looking about her she noticed her friends sleeping uncovered in the sweltering night. Miroku was sitting up back against a boulder used to mark the territory of someone’s farm land, his head was dropped down and it looked like he was peacefully watching Sango breath, for her head was resting on his lap.

Shippo was curled up between the two heads of AhUn while Rin slept with her arms above her head near the beast’s belly, and Jakin near the tail. The young kitsune took a special interest in the dragon after he found out the animal could be coaxed into playing fetch with Shippo’s magic top.

Shippo would throw the top, and it would quickly grow to its ridiculously monstrous size. The dragon would pounce on it spinning around and around until the illusion disappeared. Then it would pick the toy up bring it back to Shippo and nudge the kit until he threw it again.

Sesshomaru seemed aghast that any creature associated with him would behave in such a childish manner. And Inuyasha couldn’t pass up the opportunity to mock Sesshomaru about some secret doggy desire to play fetch. Inuyasha was quicker to try to cause problems with Sesshomaru since the proud demon insisted that he be brought to a healer. A healer they still hadn’t reached…

Eyes scanning their campsite Kagome didn’t see any evidence of Sesshomaru’s presence, and looking just a little further, over the flat dirt road of the coast she could see Inuyasha sitting and staring at the sky.

Slowly Kagome made her way over to the half demon boy she cared so much for. Sitting all alone on the dirt road he looked like the kind of person who needed care, who needed love. He looked vulnerable and innocent. She wanted to reach out with her heart and cure all of the problems that plagued his life.

When she got closer to him, Inuyasha’s ears twitched. He turned around slowly and looked up to her sleepily.

“Hey Kagome, what are you doing up? Did you have a bad dream or something?” It was nice to hear the concern in his voice. It reminded her of all the almost moments that they had. And there was softness about his eyes tonight. She couldn’t tell if he was just sleepy, or if he was peaceful for the first time in weeks. Maybe his fever was high again. She gave him aspirin before bed, and she knew he’d need more in the morning.

“No, it’s just hard to sleep in this weather.” Kagome offered sitting next to him. She saw him glance over to her and his ears flick when she held her knees. “How about you? Why aren’t you sleeping?”

Inuyasha shrugged.

“Not tired, I guess.”

“Ok. What are you doing way out here then?” Kagome asked glancing over her shoulder to the camp they made. It was a good twenty feet down the road.

“I don’t know.” Inuyasha sounded a little gruffer this time, like he was hiding something. Kagome looked at him, analyzing his face. Inuyasha had set his jaw tight and was leaning slightly away from her. His eyes were falsely focused on the road before them. Kagome recognized this look, this guarded version of Inuyasha.

It was the same face he wore when he didn’t want her to know that he was visiting Kikyo. Except now Kagome was confused from all the mess of Inuyasha and Sesshomaru mating, and the tearful declarations of love that Kagome and Inuyasha made to each other because of pain.

After all that could Inuyasha really be thinking about Kikyo?

“Are you thinking about Kikyo?” The blurted question was blunt and said in a scared voice. Inuyasha truly looked at her.

“What? No, why would you think that?”

“Well, it’s just that we haven’t seen her in a long time. I thought you would miss her by now.” Kagome said meekly. She really didn’t want a response from Inuyasha and hoped, for the protection of her already wounded heart, that Inuyasha retreat into his immature self.

He did not.

Maybe Inuyasha was growing up.

“I love you Kagome,” Inuyasha said never once taking his eyes off of her, “I love you and I only wish for her to find peace. You would want that for someone you cared about right?”

Inuyasha probably didn’t know how much peace that brought to Kagome’s heart. Her nose stuffed up, and her throat constricted. Tears unwillingly bunched in her eyes. She wanted to say thank you, but she couldn’t find her voice. So instead she leaned over and pressed her lips against Inuyasha’s.

He didn’t freeze up, or childishly pull away. Their closed lips slid over each other in the darkness.

Kagome’s heart fluttered.

This was their first real kiss. The first kiss where both of them wanted it, the first kiss out of love, not just fear.

He reached up and touched her cheek ever so gently. And then they pulled away. Inuyasha smiled at her, and she smiled back.

Kagome leaned her head against Inuyasha’s shoulder and decided that he made the best pillow that humid night.
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