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Bright Nights and Soft Lights	By : Azure.Zink Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 7854 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Inuyasha woke in the late afternoon, unsettled by the fact that he’d slept so deeply. Never once in his life since the death of his mother, had he slept so soundly. Not even with his friends. He sat up in the bed before standing and looking around for his firerat robes. He planned on gathering his friends and leaving the home of his father. Surely, their older selves were where they needed to be in order to leave this place. Inuyasha found himself unable to find his firerat and wondered where Hikari was. A sharp rap at the door caught his attention. “Come in.” The door opened and Hikari walked in before bowing.
“Milord, the midday meal is ready.” She stated before walking over to the wardrobe. She took clothing and set it out for him. “Will milord be needing any assistance today?”
“Um yeah.” Inuyasha answered, thinking about his older self. “With my hair too…”
“Right away.” Inuyasha awkwardly let her help him with the complicated clothing before he sat at the vanity and she brushed his hair. He was anxious with her behind him, but he trusted his older self to an extent. If he couldn’t trust himself, who could he trust?
“Where’s my firerat?” Inuyasha finally asked.
“In the laundry room. It will be cleaned, maintained and returned to your wardrobe within two days.” She responded.
“It doesn’t need to be cleaned or maintained. It cleans and fixes itself.” Inuyasha grumbled.
“Is that so? I will inform the other servants immediately and have it returned to you by the end of the day.” Hikari nodded, finishing his hair with a touch of oil to make it shine. She smiled to herself a bit, it was fun being able to take care of the younger prince, she even wished he’d come to the castle when he was much younger. There wasn’t much of anything Sesshomaru would be able to do to him if he’d decided to stay here. The duty of Hashira was to serve and protect, even when it was from each other. There wasn’t much they could do when Inuyasha wandered from the western lands and into other territories. Their mere existence put others off, and their presence could lead to war if they weren’t careful. Even still, some would go check on the younger prince. Killing animals in his path and large youkai that chased him. It was hard for them to ignore their duty to the younger prince, and many reluctantly left him on his own. She remembered her father’s stories about when he would watch over the prince at his mother’s estate. Her relatives wanted to kill the pup, but they put an end to those ideas with the full threat of the west’s Hashira. “I have finished my lord.” Inuyasha stood and looked at himself in the mirror. His hair had never been so well maintained.
“What are they serving for lunch?” Inuyasha asked.
“A variety of foods, if there is something specific that you’d like to eat, simply request it.” She explained. “Should I escort you to the dining hall? Or would you like to take your meal in your rooms?”
Inuyasha thought about that. He really didn’t want to see anyone right now. “I can do that?”
She smiled at this, “There is very little that my lord is incapable of in these lands, and especially in this palace. We are here to serve you. Order us as you wish.” She thought about when Lord Sesshomaru was the same age. He was very high and mighty, and while he mellowed with age, he still behaved like his mother most of the time with his rude orders and impossible commands. Most of the time, for the ordinary servants, if felt like he was telling them to simply go die. The young prince reminded her of lord Touga in his mannerisms. He was very polite and treated the servants like people, aside from what she’d heard had occurred in the dining hall.
“Uh okay then…I guess I’ll just eat in here.” Inuyasha sighed with some relief. He didn’t want to see anyone until it was time for him to leave. The mere thought of seeing Sesshomaru at all made him anxious and being in the palace was making him feel weird. At least behind the closed walls and doors, he was truly alone, and no one would bother him or request anything of him for the time being.
“Alright my lord, I will go get your meal. Is there anything specific that you would like? A dessert perhaps?” She suggested. She’d heard a lot about Inuyasha when he was a small child from her father, and said the small child loved the sweets his mother would give him. She had no doubts that it’d probably been quite some time since he’d had something sweet and flavorful.
“Sure…but I don’t really know any desserts…” He scowled at her as he thought.
“Then may I surprise you?” She asked with a gentle smile.
“Uh okay. Sounds good.” He scratched the back of his head. He wasn’t used to youkai not showing an immediate hatred towards him because of his hanyou status. Hikari had only been polite and respectful the entire time, and while it was nice that she didn’t despise him he couldn’t help but find it suspicious.
“I will return shortly.” With that she left the room and didn’t return for 20 minutes. When she returned, she was wheeling a sizable cart into Inuyasha’s private dining room. She set the various dishes out and stood to the side.
“Do you want to eat with me?” He asked awkwardly.
She gave him a smile, “I’ve already eaten. Thank you. Would you like tea with your meal? Sake?”
“Tea…are you sure? S’kinda weird just havin’ you standin’ there.” Inuyasha said slowly, not sure he’d ever get used to the weird servants.
“If it’s your will, I shall take my leave and see about your firerat.” She suggested while preparing the tea.
“Yeah okay.” She bowed after serving him and left him alone.
Inuyasha didn’t know what it was, but the silence was welcome. Here in these rooms alone, he felt calmer than he had in a long time. While he wanted nothing to do with Sesshomaru, he also didn’t want anything to do with his friends. However, right now, no one could bother him. Aside from Sesshomaru, and he highly doubted the younger would come see him. Even still, he didn’t have to answer the door if they knocked. He could ignore them and according to his older self, no one could do anything if he decided to hole up in the room alone. However, there was the night of the new moon to consider. He should leave before that occurred.
He sipped at the tea; it was sweet. For the first time since he was young, he took his time eating what was in front of him. Savoring every flavor and wondering what the cooks could have done to the food to make it taste this wonderful. He’d be delighted to eat food like this every day. He closed his eyes after placing a crispy charred piece of flesh on his tongue. “I could eat this every day.” He mumbled to himself as he continued eating. As he ate, he felt his eyes sting. He didn’t know why tears began pouring down his face but his grip on his chopsticks tightened. Here alone, in front of all this food, he couldn’t help thinking of his childhood. The days starving and wandering, wondering why everyone hated him. Wondering why his mother didn’t wake up and learning what old age was. He would’ve killed for even a crumb of the meal he was eating, and yet Sesshomaru saw fit to leave him starving and alone. He took in a human child that shared none of his blood and left his own brother out to fend for himself. He hated Sesshomaru so much for that. “Why am I even here?” Inuyasha questioned himself. He sniffled and looked at the food in front of him and thought about their older selves. “It’s just my youkai messing with me. When they leave everything’ll go back to normal.” Back to the way it’s always been. He would be chased from these lands with the same venom and anger Sesshomaru had always shown him.
Inuyasha finished all the food in front of him, even the delightfully sweet pudding Hikari had brought him. When he finished, he went back into the bedroom, laid down with Tetsuaiga in his hands and dozed off once more.
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Sesshomaru was a bit put off at the report he’d gotten in regard to his brother. The younger hadn’t left his rooms in several days, the only person coming and going being Hikari and he was refusing all others. His friends were being restless and annoying, and their older selves were no help. The only thing he received from himself was a simple, “Be kind.” He looked at the key in his hands, the key that in this moment felt very heavy. He was sure this would get the hanyou out of his rooms, as it wasn’t as if he could force the hanyou to leave them. He couldn’t even enter them unbidden, that was just the magic of the rooms his father had built. The same was true for his own.
He walked up to Inuyasha’s door and a posted knight knocked. Sesshomaru heard some shuffling on the inside and the door opened to reveal a slightly disheveled Inuyasha. His eyes widened for a moment before he slammed the door. Sesshomaru stood there, eyes wide at the level of disrespect he was just shown. The knights stood, mouths gapping at what the young prince had just done.
Behind the door Inuyasha wanted to slap himself. How could he let his hormones guide him like that? He never expected the younger Sesshomaru to come see him and assumed it was the older. His hormones had been going a bit haywire and the mere thought of the lord was enough to get him going. His youkai nearly jumped out of him when it sensed him nearing, it wanted to be touched, kissed, and licked. Inuyasha sighed, waiting for the lord to explode on the other side of the door and hurl the usual insults. When nothing happened, he got a bit curious. Slowly he opened the door, Sesshomaru was still standing there, but now he was giving an annoyed look. “What do you want?” He asked, wondering what the lord was doing here. Was he going to make him leave? He wondered.
The lord held up a key, “This belongs to you.” Inuyasha looked at the key before gently taking it, as if at any moment, Sesshomaru would harm him. He examined the key and wondered what it was. “That is all I wanted.” He stated before he turned to leave. Inuyasha continued examining the key, what was he supposed to open with this?
Closing his door, he sat in the common room examining it and wondering why Sesshomaru had given him the key. Hikari entered with the snack she’d gone to get as he lazed around. “Hey do you know what this is for?”
Hikari took a good look at the key. Of course she knew what it was for. Only Hashira descendants were allowed to clean that room. “We can go to the room it opens if you wish.”
“Okay.” Inuyasha finished his meal and dressed. Hikari led him to the ornate doors that the key opened. “What’s in here?” He asked as she opened the door.
“I’m sure you would know better than I.” She stated calmly. Walking in, Inuyasha wasn’t sure what he was looking at at first. There were many chests and trunks, but one thing stood out in the room. The portrait on the wall. The beautiful human woman, with obsidian black hair and porcelain skin.
“Mom?” He whispered, voice cracking a bit. He never thought he’d see her ever again. The un-mother had been an opportunity, but it was still off. However, this, this was truly her in her youth. He approached the painting slowly, the gentle smile on her face sparking his memories. He finally tore his eyes away as Hikari set the key down and excused herself. Inuyasha began going through the various chests in the room. In one he found her clothing…it still held her scent, even after all these years. “How…?” He whispered in confusion. In the chests he found so many of her things, her paintings, letters, jewelry, art, everything. Everything that he thought her family had burned and destroyed was here. Even her old makeup. In a particular chest he found a bell. He remembered his mother helping him practice his hearing and listening skills. She would attach the bell to a cat and let it loose in the garden for him to find. He couldn’t help the smile that came to his face at the memory.
In that same chest he found a small painting of a small puppy eared child. It’s me… He thought to himself. He looked like Kiki at this age. The painting was made many years before his mother died, he wore a simple outfit and small shoes. He didn’t remember when this was painting but it was nice having something from when he was a child. In a different chest were various documents, treaties, letters and deeds. Reading one document he noted that it was the deed for the land where the mansion of his mother’s family stood. He could see his mother’s name at the bottom of it, as she was the only child of the main family. He thought that was odd because women couldn’t inherit property in the human world. Reading on below that, he saw his name. His eyes doubled in size. His grandfather wouldn’t have left him the land and had died long before he reached even 30 years of age. He looked through the other documents, and sighed. Many of them were the same. Why was this all here though?
For hours Inuyasha went through the contents of the room, the favorite being all of the letters from his mother addressed to him. He read them over and over, elated that he had enough skill to make out the words on the worn, fragile parchment. He didn’t know how long he’d spent in the room until a knock at the door brought him from his musings. He could smell Sesshomaru, but he wouldn’t be fooled again. Calmly he opened the door, and the older Sesshomaru was standing there with a gentle look in his eye. “It’s nice to see you moving about. Are you well?” He asked.
“M’fine…” Inuyasha felt his face heat at the proximity of the lord. “Why…why is all of this here?”
Sesshomaru looked up, behind Inuyasha and into the room. “I don’t know.” He answered.
“So, who put it here…and why’d you have the key.” Inuyasha asked.
“That is not what I meant Inuyasha. I meant that I don’t know what compelled me to save these things. Though, in giving you the key I’d hoped to improve your mood. I was hoping it would give you reason to move around and explore the palace. Locking yourself in your room was concerning.”
“Why would you even care about something like that?” Inuyasha scowled, why would the younger Sesshomaru give a damn if he wasn’t leaving the rooms unless he wanted to kick him out.
“Because I care about you Inuyasha.” The older leaned down and pecked him softly. Inuyasha’s youkai all but melted in his head. An embarrassed bright red blush overtook his features and the older Sesshomaru couldn’t help the small smile the reaction brought to his face. Even though his Inuyasha pretended not to, small intimate acts like that were his favorite, and he enjoyed them the most. “I’m glad to see you out and about. You should share a meal with us soon.”
“Um…” Inuyasha felt his youkai lash out when the older Sesshomaru kissed him again and pulled him in by his waist. His head was feeling fuzzy and it was hard to push the man away. “Wait…s-stop…” The kiss was deepened as a sneaky tongue entered his mouth before he was gently released.
“Sorry Inuyasha.” Sesshomaru angled his chin up, hand squeezing him slightly at the waist. “You really are so very cute.” He wanted to laugh at the tomato red color that took over. “I’ll see you later. Goodbye Inuyasha.” The young hanyou as finally released and was watching his back with a frown.
Why would he do that? “So annoying…” He muttered as he turned to reenter the room. He was stopped in his tracks, and his heart began to beat faster. He was feeling so embarrassed. Because of the older Sesshomaru he hadn’t sensed him. How much had he seen? What had he heard? Inuyasha quickly went into the room and locked the door, leaving the younger Sesshomaru staring after him with wide eyes.
He’d come to check on him since he’d been in the room for so long. He hadn’t yet held a conversation with Inuyasha since he arrived. He hoped it would be calm and productive with him surrounded by his mother’s things, and perhaps he could answer questions about the items. As a bit of a gateway to civility at best. He hadn’t expected to see Inuyasha kissing his older self. The most shocking part is that the hanyou had not exploded at the older Sesshomaru. He couldn’t imagine kissing Inuyasha like that without the young man lashing out. Yes, because of his youkai, he’d stolen a kiss from the hanyou, but that was childish at best. Had Inuyasha been intimate with his older self already? He wondered. If that was the case, then was the future shown to them truly possible? Sesshomaru also felt a bit of anger boil in his chest. He was annoyed with his older self and had been for quite some time. He didn’t like the liberties he was taking with Inuyasha.
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A few days later, Inuyasha was back in his rooms, but this time some of the chests and his mother’s portrait were in the room as well. He was slowly going through all of the chests to confirm their contents. He heard a rap on the door that caught his and Hikari’s attention. He could smell Miroku. From what Hikari told him, they’d been under the watchful eye and scrutiny of the servants and guards. He wondered how Miroku had been able to come and knock on his door. Sure, he felt a bit bad about not seeing them for all these days they ended up being here but he hadn’t been this at peace before, and he wanted to enjoy it a bit more before they started tracking Naraku once more. “Come in.” Inuyasha watched from on the floor as Miroku opened the door and took in the room.
“This is magnificent. Very fitting for a prince.” Miroku commented with a whistle.
“What’s up?” Inuyasha asked as he began putting the letters he was reading away.
“We haven’t seen you for 14 days Inuyasha.” This made his eyes widened. Yes, he’d been holed up but he didn’t think he hadn’t seen them for such a long amount of time. “We’ve been really worried about you.” Miroku took a seat on a chair and was given tea but the servant who then stood to the side quietly.
“I’m alright…I’ve just been in here for the most part…” Inuyasha explained. “All of this stuff…was my mom’s.” He said gesturing towards all of the chests before pointing at the portrait. “That’s my mom…”
Miroku looked up at the painting in awe. “She’s so beautiful.” He whispered. He’d never seen someone so beautiful. He could see why she captured the eyes of the daiyoukai. One would be a fool to not admit that. He wanted to see her in life, he wondered just how well the painting captured her beauty.
“Hehe, yeah.” Inuyasha smiled up at the portrait. It’d been a long time since Miroku had seen him smile so freely. “Oh, and let me show you these letters. Also, apparently, I inherited my grandfather’s entire estate, and it’s just been maintained by the Hashira. We can go check it out when we head back east.” Inuyasha continued. Miroku hadn’t seen him this animated in a long time. They hadn’t been fairing too well in the palace, and Sesshomaru had granted him permission to enter the family wing of the palace to speak with Inuyasha. The humans had been stuck in a suit style room, and weren’t allowed to wander the castle grounds as everyone else was. “Miroku come with me, I’m gonna show you something cool.” Inuyasha grabbed his arm and began pulling him from the room. Hikari followed closely behind.
Miroku couldn’t help the frown that came to his face. If this was how Inuyasha felt about him now, happy and wanting to share things with him, what could have possibly happened to ruin their friendship. “Inuyasha wait a second.” Inuyasha paused and looked back at him. “Before we leave this room…can I talk to you about something?”
Inuyasha tilted his head slightly, “What’s wrong?” His anxiety began to rise as his mind went to the worst cases.
Miroku began to speak to Inuyasha about the hostility shown to the human pack by his elder self. Inuyasha listened intently wondering why his older self would behave like that towards them, well Sango and Miroku. “It hurts to think that I’ve done something to ruin our friendship to such an extent. That even after 100s of years you’re still mad at me. Truly Inuyasha, you were one of my first friends. One of the only people not put off by the kaazana. I thought we’d be friends until my death, and when thinking about the past I hoped to be a fond memory that you had.”
Inuyasha hadn’t seen the look Miroku had in a long time, not since he told him about how his father met his end. He thought about what his older self had said to him. “The older me told me I killed Kagome.” Miroku’s eyes opened exponentially. “Yeah…I don’t want anything to do with her, but I don’t want her dead.”
“I couldn’t imagine you doing such a thing.” He and Kagome had been together for far longer than he. Miroku looked down at his robes before grabbing Inuyasha’s hands, “No matter what happens…I’ll always consider you one of my best friends. I hope we can avoid this cruel fate together. I also want to speak to the other you, but it’s hard to talk to him. He can be a bit off putting.”
“Ugh I know. How much of my mind did I have to lose to become like that?” Inuyasha wondered. “Well, come on let’s go.”
Inuyasha pulled Miroku from his rooms quickly. His guards stationed at his room followed behind as did Hikari. Miroku could see the smile on Inuyasha’s face as he was lead through the corridors. The servants and guards they passed bowed to him as they moved through the halls. Inuyasha had become used to the bowing and barely noticed anymore. They passed fields with 100s of guards practicing. Soon they stopped at large doors, reinforced with steel. Miroku didn’t know what to do with the mischievous glint in Inuyasha’s eyes. The guards stationed at the door opened it after bowing and Inuyasha pulled Miroku in. A few days after Sesshomaru gave him the key to his mother’s things, he gave him another key. This key opened an armory. There were a multitude of weapons as well as materials for crafting them. Hikari had informed him he could have any weapon he desired forged, but weapons like the Tetsuaiga could only be made by true masters, like Totosai. He didn’t understand why Sesshomaru kept giving him keys, but each time he did he would speak to him for a bit. Inuyasha had become used to the short exchanges that happened outside of his door. It had been so awkward seeing him after what happened with the older Sesshomaru. However, Sesshomaru said nothing about the matter whenever they met. It didn’t do anything about how he felt about it though.
Miroku was taking in the room with wide eyes. “I was thinking it’d be nice to get you a new staff and Sango could fortify her weapon. We could probably even get Kagome a new bow.” Inuyasha hadn’t been able to fully ignore his problems but the least Sesshomaru could do is help them be prepared to take on the threat against everyone, including the west.
“That’s be great for our travels.” Miroku knew that realistically, Inuyasha could probably remain in the palace for the foreseeable future, especially if he and Sesshomaru reconciled.
They spent time chatting in the hall, gathering the attention of a few guards working on the training ground. There weren’t many in the western palace that truly knew of Inuyasha’s situation. Many made guesses such as he lived in the lands of his mother, Sesshomaru had hidden the weak half-demon away for his safety, he was horridly disfigured, and he was a wanderer a trait shared my most of shiroinu nobility.
Those that thought him ugly bit their tongues, for there were none among their clan who weren’t attractive, and now they see the same held true for half demons. The working guards couldn’t help but steal glances at the rarely seen prince. Some thought he was a shy hermit with the way he confined himself to his rooms. Others thought him weak and afraid of the youkai that roamed the palace. “Being here is making me feel lazy. It’s been a while since we had a good fight.” They overheard him saying.
“I’m sure we can find something to get us back in the groove of things. Perhaps one of Naraku’s incarnations.” His companion replied. This had many of them thinking, is the prince a warrior? Only those of the Hashira knew the truth about the young prince. The young prince and his companion began leaving the area, almost all of the guards watched him leave.
Inuyasha and Miroku spoke for a while longer before parting ways. Miroku noticed, that after being seen with Inuyasha the servants began to treat him with a bit more respect. He found it so interesting how differently he was treated here. Anyone would want to get used to this.
When Inuyasha arrived at his rooms, Hikari began cleaning. He went into his bedroom and laid down. Talking to one of his friends hadn’t been as draining as he was expecting. He’d probably be able to talk to more of them. “Milord, I’ll be going to get your meal. I will return shortly.”
“Alright.” He replied before listening to her leave. He felt Sesshomaru approach before a knock sounded a while later. Standing he went into the common room wondering what the lord was planning to give him this time. He was so confused about why he continued to give him things and most of the time it left him feeling awkward and unsure. For him, at any moment Sesshomaru could attack him and he had no doubts as to who the occupants of the palace would side with if a fight broke out. “Come in.” He called as he entered the common room. The door opened to reveal the older Sesshomaru and he close it behind him. Inuyasha felt his youkai tense, “What’s up?” The older one had been acting weirder than usual. Yes, he enjoyed the attention, but it also made him more confused and embarrassed when dealing with the younger.
“I’ve just come to check on you.” It had been a while since they’d last seen him. When he finally started moving around the castle again, he had a few meals with them and their children. Mainly because of the way the children begged him. A soft smile graced his face, “Are you well?”
“I’m fine.” Inuyasha felt his body thrum with every step the lord took towards him.
“I’m glad that you are comfortable. When I was younger, I was unsure of how long you’d be willing to stay here.” He explained. “I don’t know what to say to you Inuyasha, so bear with me.”
The statement made him feel weird. Why would Sesshomaru be having a hard time speaking with him. “Why can’t he just talk to me like you are?”
“Because we do not yet have that kind of relationship Inuyasha.” Sesshomaru leaned in and pecked him softly, enjoying the slight red that dusted his face. “Would you prefer it if he did?” Sesshomaru’s hand’s wrapped around his waist. “That younger me.” He whispered hotly into a puppy ear, “Would you prefer it if he kissed you like I do Inuyasha?” After his statement he drew Inuyasha into a long, heated kiss, that had his youkai vibrating in excitement. His hands began exploring the half-demon’s sensitive body, “Would you like it if he touched you as I do?” Sesshomaru attacked his neck, licking and sucking at the location of his mating mark. He left love bites all over his neck as his hands began to open his clothing. Sesshomaru guided the dazed half-demon backwards into his bedroom. He began removing his clothing one piece at a time, showing care each step of the way. When he was naked beneath him, eyes tinted red, fangs elongated, and marking jagged and visible, Sesshomaru had a good idea of where he was in his maturity period. He was very close to going into heat, his younger self didn’t know about it but there were a few specific catalysts that lead to them spending that time together. Sesshomaru wanted to extend it to make sure all those things would occur.
He nipped and sucked his way down Inuyasha’s body, until he reached his straining cock. Stroking him firmly, he lapped at the tip before taking him into his mouth. The way Inuyasha twitched and begged had him rock hard within the confines of his clothing. Inuyasha’s youkai prodded at his own, begging for a connection. He was sound of mind right now and wouldn’t be swayed by the tempting youkai. “On your hands and knees Inuyasha.” Obediently Inuyasha turned over to the vulnerable position. Sesshomaru entered him with his fingers first, working his opening for what was to come. When he felt like he was sufficiently prepared, he coated himself before he began his entrance. Inuyasha whimpered loudly, tightening, and clenching around his length. Sesshomaru grit his teeth as he reeled his youkai in. Sesshomaru let out a long sigh as he finally began slowly thrusting. Inuyasha was moaning and panting with each thrust as Sesshomaru was sure of his body and of his aim. The half-demon was seeing stars and gasping for breath that just seemed so hard to intake.
A clawed hand found his cock and stroked firmly. Inuyasha found it hard to hold himself up with the increased strength of the thrusting and stroking of his cock. Clawing his bed, he felt his arms give out and a hand push him down further. He didn’t know what his youkai was doing but it clouded his thoughts and he could only focus on what his body was feeling. He wanted more. He felt the clawed hand on his back move to his next. His youkai began losing some sense and the speed of the fucking increased. Inuyasha was now just barely holding on. The heavy thrusts and stroking of his cock was so much and yet not enough at all. He really wanted more. “My cute little Inuyasha.” He heard whispered into his ear as Sesshomaru draped his body over him. “Is this what you want from that younger me? To be spoiled, and ravished?” Inuyasha clenched his eyes shut. He didn’t know. He didn’t know what he wanted from the younger Sesshomaru. “The me of this time. Do you want to know what it is that I want, my Inuyasha?” The lord switched their position. He sat on the bed with Inuyasha firmly in his lap. “I want you.” His thrusting increased in speed. “All of you.” His clawed hands bouncing the hanyou on his cock. “Only you.” Inuyasha felt his body jerk and twitch as he came with a loud wanton moan.
The older Sesshomaru lost track of time as he continued to pleasure the young Inuyasha. It was his submissiveness that kept him going. Every twitch, every moan, every call of his name spurred him on until he was left with a flushed, bruised, hicky-ridden, mess of an Inuyasha who still had tears clinging to his eyelashes from coming so hard. Sesshomaru bit his lip as he looked down at Inuyasha, who lay on the bed staring at him expectantly. He leaned down. “I will see you later Inuyasha. You should eat and rest.” He placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. As he left, Inuyasha’s youkai took over more making him stand and go after him. Inuyasha was brought back to reality some when he saw Sesshomaru staring at the younger as they stood in his double doors.
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