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Dreams of Red	By : Saranwyn Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 5877 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Lady Suzumi stared at her son and the Hanyou beside him. For a long moment, she had no idea what to think, let alone say or do. Then Sesshoumaru set down Hisoka, who’d been in his arms and ushered her to stand by InuYasha.
“Hisoka, take InuYasha and show him the garden,” he murmured gently. The girl nodded, grabbed the half demon’s hand, and led him off. InuYasha cast a worried glance back at Sesshoumaru, who was now heading up to his study, with his mother. “Mother,” Sesshoumaru murmured, the moment he shut his study door.
“I was protecting you. Sesshoumaru…My Lord, you would never have gotten to where you are today, if you’d stayed with that Hanyou. You’d have been huddled up in some cave with nothing to eat and six puppies to look after,” she defended herself.
“I understand why you did what you did,” he assured her, his voice none-too-gentle. “I don’t think it was right of you to approach it that way. I think you should’ve talked to me yourself. I think you let your prejudices keep you from caring about all that. But I know…that you never wanted to hurt me. And no matter who else hates you for being so stern and disciplined and removed…I admire you your ability to separate emotion from the equation…and you are still my mother.”
“Sesshoumaru…” she murmured, surprised that he was not wrathful, as she would’ve expected.
“I’m upset…that’s true. But I don’t have it in me to be hateful any more. I’ve spent too long like that. Besides, as your son, it is not my duty to lecture you, and if head of the royal family could not adhere to proper family etiquette, what would the world have come to?” Suzumi sighed heavily.
“I never knew…that…I mean…I thought…”
“You thought that because of a Hanyou, I was incapable of caring for him and he for me,” the demon lord supplied.
“Not because of that. Because of who he is. His mother took your father from you. It is for his life and that of his mother that your father died!”
“And you blame him for that…”
“Would any wife like to be passed up for sum human woman. I don’t care if my relationship was purely political – he was…” she stopped when she realized that she was almost shouting. “I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t be. You’ve never opened up to me about this…to anyone about this. I understand if you don’t want to – I won’t ask you to if you don’t want to, but if you do…”
“I know. Thank you.” He kissed his mother’s forehead and then her hand before turning to leave. “I felt betrayed…I wouldn’t have minded…if it was another political arrangement or another demon, even. But he chose a human over me. What did she have to offer that I could not? He stopped visiting altogether. He played almost no role in raising you. It was like he just…forgot about us.”
“But that isn’t InuYasha’s fault.”
“…I know. It’s just a painful reminder.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Which is why I’m going to go live in our beach home. I no longer rule this land and my presence here is no longer necessary. This way, you can live your life as you see fit, my son. You have grown into a strong, suitable demon lord, and I am very proud of you.”
“Thank you, My Lady.”
“Sesshoumaru…visit…every once in a while.”
“Of course, Mother.” And with that, the demon lord left. True, when InuYasha had first told him, he’d been angry, but years of practice had allowed him to remove himself from the situation and think about it logically. Would have done any different, were he in her position? He couldn’t say. And either way, he knew she was doing her best, even if it had gone so horribly wrong. Besides, she was his mother. She had carried him, birthed him, nursed him, raised him, taught him to read, to write, to fight, to negotiate…he had no right not to forgive her any harm she had brought to him – especially unintentionally.
Sighing, the demon lord headed down the garden to where his daughter and ex-lover were waiting. Hisoka had picked a bouquet of flowers for InuYasha and was now presenting it to him, one flower at a time, telling him the name of each flower as she did so.
“And this one is a hibi bi…bi..bis…” she trailed off, her brows furrowing in concentration as she stumbled over the name.
“Hibiscus,” Sesshoumaru supplied, approaching from behind. “The flower is a hibiscus.”
“Hibiscus,” she repeated brightly. InuYasha nodded and looked up at the demon lord with an expression that clearly begged, “save me, I have no idea what to do.”
“Hisoka, have you been bothering InuYasha all this time?” Sesshoumaru chided.
“N-no…it’s not bother,” the Hanyou stammered. “It’s sweet. She’s…very sweet.” Sesshoumaru lifted a brow. “I-I mean…she’s, um…”
“Thank you, InuYasha,” the InuYoukai saved him from having to continue as he sat down beside them. The young girl clambered into her “mother’s” lap happily, closing her eyes.
“She’s really something,” the younger whispered at last.
“Isn’t she? She’s beautiful.”
“She looks just like you.”
“Except the ears…and she’s only got the moon mark.”
“Yeah, but she’s…she’s beautiful like you.”
“Thank you. You know…she’s your daughter, too.” InuYasha choked up at the thought of that. He’s…he’s giving me some right to call her mine? “Are you tearing up on me?”
“N-no…” InuYasha cleared his throat roughly, looking away.
“Hisoka, open your eyes and meet your father,” Sesshoumaru murmured. The girl’s eyes snapped open.
“Y-you mean him?” she asked, pointing a finger at InuYasha.
“Yes.”
“Yay! He exists! So Okasama is happy, now, right?” she enthused. “You were sad because you didn’t know if he existed…right?” The demon princess clambered off of her “mother’s” lap to hug the red-clad Hanyou. “Thank you for making my Okasama happy,” she whispered. Hesitantly, InuYasha hugged her back.
“I-I’m glad I could,” he replied just as softly, kissing her head between her ears.
“Can I call you Otosama?”
“Just Otosan is fine…if Sesshoumaru’s okay with that.” Two pairs of gold eyes turned to Sesshoumaru, who nodded a little stiffly. “Hisoka, why don’t you run off for a little bit and get some flowers for Sesshoumaru, okay?” InuYasha suggested. The girl jumped up and hurried off to do as he said. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“You know, you don’t have to rush anything…”
“I said I’m fine.” The younger reached out to touch Sesshoumaru’s cheek. Slowly, he drew the older man in for a soft, sweet kiss. The demon lord whimpered softly into the caress and leaned back, pulling InuYasha with him. “Please,” he whispered. “I missed you.” The Hanyou’s eyes widened slightly.
“S-Sessh…here? But Hisoka…”
“Went inside to attend her studies like she was supposed to do.”
“But anyone else could walk by…” Their lips met again, merging and opening to allow for tongues to roll and dance with each other. The younger combed his fingers through his ex-lover’s hair before moving to stroke the red markings on his cheeks. Sesshoumaru moaned shamelessly.
“InuYasha…I have not had a single…sexual impulse…in fifty years…my body is definitely trying to compensate for that right now, so please don’t leave me hanging,” he pleaded softly. InuYasha sat up, but only enough to start divesting them both. “Inu…Yasha…I need to feel you.” Strong, calloused fingers worked their way over a pale, smooth chest until they found two, pert nipples and began to fondle them lightly. “Mmmm...more.” Smiling a little, InuYasha replaced one of his hands with his mouth, nipping and sucking gently. Sesshoumaru arched his spine, his eyes fluttering shut.
“Oh…Kami, Sessh…you’re so incredibly sensitive,” InuYasha whispered, letting his hot breath wash over Sesshoumaru’s chest. He dropped his hips to grind slowly against the demon lord’s. Suddenly, with a moan of impatience, the older of the two flipped them. Within the span of about a minute, he had the rest of their clothes off, revealing his achingly hard member. The Hanyou felt his own member respond instantly.
“You were taking…way too long,” he panted heavily, his eyes glazed with lust. He leaned down and kissed his ex – you know what, screw it, he decided firmly – his lover fiercely. Sesshoumaru straddled the younger on his knees, lifted himself up, and lined up InuYasha’s member at his entrance. “I missed you,” he moaned. And that was all the warning the half demon had before his beloved slammed down onto him. They both gasped, InuYasha with pleasure and Sesshoumaru with pain. But the demon lord wasn’t waiting. His body wanted this and it wanted it now. He started moving up and down, hands on InuYasha’s chest for support. The younger now grabbed his waist, supporting him, and sat up to kiss and suck on his neck, trapping his lover’s member between them. Their lips merged in a hot, sloppy kiss that slowly dissolved as they both neared their completion.
“I…I’m not going to last long…” InuYasha whispered. Sesshoumaru shook his head, signaling the same. A moment later, he came, clamping down around InuYasha hard and bringing him to his own mind blowing high. “Sesshoumaru!” he sobbed his relief. They stayed there for a long moment, catching their breath, still connected. Once his breathing had leveled out again and his heart was no longer pounding in his chest, Sesshoumaru got off his lover and gathered his clothes.
“You going to come bathe or not?” he asked. InuYasha scrambled to get dressed, but he couldn’t get more than his hakama on before Sesshoumaru was dragging him off to the hot springs to wash off. Five minutes later saw them contentedly settled into the hot, steaming water.
“I guess you’re not so naïve, anymore, are you?” the Hanyou commented.
“Probably not. I understand the mechanics of sex a lot better, if that’s what you mean…did that disappoint you?”
“No! Kami, no. No, that was…phenomenal, I just…I wasn’t expecting it.” InuYasha flushed slightly. Sesshoumaru leaned over and kissed him soundly.
“I’m glad you didn’t mind.”
“Sessh…did you mean what you said…about me being Hisoka’s father?”
“Of course. I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it. We already do quite a bit of traveling, so I don’t think you’ll get too restless. And even here at home, I’m sure we’ll find a use for your…excess energy.” The Hanyou’s cheeks flushed deeper, but he masked his embarrassment with a smirk.
“If you say so, Princess. Just don’t let yourself get worn out.” Then, his smile faded. “Sessh…I…”
“Look, InuYasha. I spent the past fifty years of my life dreaming that what happened between us was a misunderstanding, a mistake…anything but what it seemed like it was. If that dream just came true for me, please don’t spoil it with regret and remorse.” InuYasha nodded. He says that like it’s easy, he thought ruefully. Still, it’s the least I can do for him, if it will make him happy.
“Okay. No more regret. I promise. Just commitment…” He sealed his vow with a kiss to his beloved’s forehead. Suddenly, his heart sank. “What about Naraku?”
“Let me handle Naraku. He won’t go long without making another move to get you, again, so we’ll catch him then.”
“I-if you say so. He’s a lot more powerful than he looks.”
“I can handle him. The question is…why does he hate you so much?”
“Kikyo.”
“What about her? You said she was nothing.”
“She was. But Naraku was in love with her…and she chose me – not that I’d really been asking for it. I had sort of a guard-dog thing for her. I did anything she asked. So when she wanted…you know…sex…I couldn’t refuse her. However, when she asked me if I loved her and I said I did not and never would love her…well, she got depressed and committed suicide, and Naraku has hated my guts ever since.”
“And all this by the time you were – what – seventeen?”
“Sixteen.” The demon lord let out a low whistle. “Anyways…it’s not exactly something I’m proud of…”
“I’m sorry. Come on. I have to go make sure Hisoka has completed her lesson.” And with that, Sesshoumaru got up and dressed, leaving InuYasha to follow.
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