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Moon Dark, Star Bright	By : northstar Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Rin > Sessh?maru/Rin Views: 15217 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warning: Minor in
sexual situation
Author's Note: AU Nazi setting

=#= Intimate Animosity =#=

He chose her from the crowd because she was already an
orphan, a nameless child whose family had died before the war. There were no
hysterics, no tears, no struggle as he dragged her
away from the train platform where they were loading the other prisoners like
cattle into box cars.

Harsh reality had carved into her at a young age the desperate
practicality one needed to survive. He knew he had chosen well when she
understood without instruction that her life hinged on pleasing him. She gave
him quiet, gracious obedience and in return he gave her protection.

�Are you ready for me, sir?� she asked demurely from the
doorway.

�Yes,� he responded, reclining back into cushioned seat
after setting down his tea.

She was wearing black again today, as was her custom. Never
mind that he provided her with an array of colorful gowns in fabrics only the
elite had access to. So too was her hair tied back with the same dingy, torn
black ribbon she�d used since the day she�d met him. It took a sound thrashing
before she would don anything else, yet he found her rebellion strangely
pleasing. If she had been too meek, too timid he would have been loath to touch
her less she break after the slightest taste of violence.

Better to have her show of disobedience out in the open
between them than lurking in the dark shadowy corners of her intentions. Her
defiance�mourning for her family and those of her kind being systematically
eliminated daily�was an allegiance he could understand, if not condone.

He gave her regular beatings as punishment, but neither he
nor she expected that to change anything. Her passive submission and his aggressive
assault were the necessary interaction that redefined their roles time after
time, lest either of them be so careless as to forget that they were enemies.

Long elegant fingers toyed with the smooth handle of his
whip before he lifted it in his hand. She was due for another lashing but he
found himself loath to break the rare, languid mood he was in. He would address
her noncompliance in due time.

As soon as her dark eyes dropped to the whip in his hand,
she hesitated. For a moment fear and hatred flashed in her gaze, then despair
and acceptance clouded over her face like a veil. She approached him with a
smooth, even gait; years of grooming keeping her emotions for disrupting her
composure.

Resentful anger sparked from somewhere inside of him. He
found himself hungering for the sweetness of her gratitude rather than the
bitterness of her forced obedience. Only the flick of his wrist that coiled the
braided leather like a striking serpent around her feet betrayed his agitation
as he tightly reined in his emotions. He played with his temper a moment,
flirting with the deep, cold fury that resided in the darkest parts of his
soul. As the clenching need for violence rippled awake inside of him his stance
changed, his relaxed position becoming nothing more than a pretense. The mood
in the room chilled until she shivered, her nipples peaking in response.

He sighed, exhaling as he allowed his building anticipation
to lapse. The demands on his time allowed for very little self indulgence. He
could simply take what he wanted from
her, but if sex was all he hungered for, he could easily have paid a whore.

She was all that
was female, fragile and delicate and complex. She was the compelling mystery that he could not unravel. She was the scent he preferred to smell
on his body and smile secretively with remembered pleasure.

�Come here.�

His voice sounded tired, even to him. She knew better than
to mistake his weariness for weakness, climbing onto the couch next to him
without delay. Pale, slender arms encircled his neck as he turned his face into
her breasts, his mouth whispering over silk covered nipples. Her fingertips
lightly scraped over his scalp as he gently bit one of the hardened tips before
wrapping his lips around it to suckle her.

He traced the metal tip of the whip up the back of her
thigh, smiling when the texture of lace brushed against his knuckles. He slid
his thumbnail under the edge, pressing the pad up into the softness of her
folds until he found the swollen nub of her clitoris. Back and forth he teased
her as he nuzzled her breasts, grinding the handle against the wetness of her
sex with the heel of his palm.

Obligingly she whimpered for him, her hips rolling forward
to press the leather deeper into her cleft. Manicured fingernails bit into his
hair as he let her feel the edge of his teeth on her small, high breast. Her
breath hitched as he pushed lace aside and the cold hardness of the silver cap
came into intimate contact with her tight opening.

He placed a guiding hand on her hip as he worked the flared
end into her sheath. He bit down hard enough to bruise as he used the palm of
his hand to shove the length in as far as it would go. His grip kept her from
pulling away, her nails digging into his head and shoulder.

�Ahh!� she cried out softly for
him.

With a wickedly cruel, pleased smile, he let go of the
breast he�d abused and gave her neglected nipple a soft lick through the black
silk. His fisted hand pumped the whip�s handle into her even as his other held
her still.

�Mmm,� she whimpered into his
hair.

He gave her another teasingly slow tonguing, watching with
cool pleasure as her lithe frame jerked with the throes of her orgasm. She made
a questioning sound in her throat even as she went limp in his arms, her dark
eyes troubled as he laid her down on the couch.

�Rest,� he commanded with stern tenderness. �Tonight will be
wholly for my pleasure.�

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