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The Tale of the Demon Lord	By : Arianawray Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 56279 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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XIV: Hunger
The dawn of a new day found the demon lord in neither the mood nor mental condition to deal with what lay ahead. He was emotionally unsettled, physically irritable and psychologically weary, and that was never a good state to be in when one had to cope with the presence of guests one did not particularly care for.
Queen Abi of the demon birds had sent a letter to Sesshomaru a few weeks ago – well before Inuyasha's return – to request that he permit free passage over or through his lands to a delegation she would be sending first to the bears in the north, then to the dragons in the north-east. She would be most grateful if Sesshomaru would allow them to return home through the western lands.
Lord Sesshomaru's kingdom was the western kingdom in name, but in truth, it stretched from west to east, and the demon birds would have to fly either unfeasibly high to keep out of the neighbouring kingdoms' airspace in order to get home, or take a lengthy detour over the ocean, if the demon lord was not kind enough to grant them passage.
At the time, he had dashed off a reply that they might do as they pleased, provided that they kept their blood-drinking demon bird-beasts in check and forbade them to feast on the humans that lived and worked in his kingdom, for they were all officially under his protection. Privately, he remembered the difficulty he and his father had in the past in preventing their own demon tribes from victimising the human population, succeeding in putting a stop to it only in his reign, when he finally convinced the carnivorous demons that they would benefit more from the products of the humans' farming skills than from gobbling up the people themselves.
In response to his positive reply, Queen Abi had insisted that her ambassador should also pay him a visit at his castle to express their gratitude, and reinforce the ties between the two kingdoms. Sesshomaru was very familiar with the ambassador, Tsubasa, as he had on several occasions over the last two hundred years allowed her into his bed – or found his way into hers.
She was a cousin of Queen Abi's, and as beautiful as her monarch, but far less hawkish. It had suited Sesshomaru before to amuse himself with her company, but this day – the day she and her demons and bird-beasts were expected to arrive – was not a good time for such frivolous activities. Not when Sesshomaru's head felt like it would explode from the previous days' mixture of anger, debauchery and no Inuyasha.
But it was important to receive the delegation, or risk spawning rumours about his well-being. So in the afternoon, when his scouts on their dragons and flying steeds reported that the demon birds were on their way, he and two of his dog-demon ministers – the one responsible for diplomatic liaisons with the neighbouring kingdoms, and another who oversaw the treasury but who was personally familiar with Tsubasa's vice-ambassadors – entered his throne room, close to the dining hall in which he had earlier ordered a suitable feast to be laid out for the visitors.
From a window, they saw the delegation approaching by air. One glance told him that the group numbered twenty bird demons, each mounted on a large bird-beast. Although the bird-demon delegates themselves all had the power of flight, for longer journeys, they preferred to ride their beasts to conserve their strength.
Sesshomaru's own military commanders had sent five strong escorts on dragons to ensure that none of the bloodthirsty beasts peeled away from the group to feast on anyone in the demon lord's lands.
Sesshomaru was not particularly pleased with the presence of the visitors, even under escort, for he knew that their appearance was striking fear into the hearts of the humans and the herbivorous demons on the ground – those birds had been known to drain entire communities of their blood in times when they had needed vast quantities of it for feeding and healing their own people.
But he put his feelings of displeasure aside when the group reached the castle and left the beasts to be corralled under watch in one of the fields. Having seen to their mounts, the ambassador and her train of demons stepped into the throne room.
Tsubasa was as beautiful as ever, Sesshomaru thought, when she appeared before him at the head of her group, radiant with her translucent skin, brilliantly dark eyes and flowing black hair. But only his objective perceptions recorded her beauty; nothing else stirred within him today when he set eyes on her, not when she seemed to his heart to pale in comparison with that vile-mouthed half-demon who refused to come out of his room, but whose golden eyes still filled Sesshomaru's mind with light.
"Lord Sesshomaru," Tsubasa addressed him humbly yet with a sparkling air of playfulness, as she bowed deeply to him, her assistants and attendants following suit behind her with even deeper bows. "We are truly grateful for your kindness. On behalf of my queen and her people, I thank you for permitting us to travel through your lands. As promised, we have kept our birds in check and have forbidden them to harm a single one of your subjects – human, demon or beast."
"I would not have granted you passage otherwise, and the commanders of my army have been instructed to ensure that your birds remain on their best behaviour as long as they are within my lands," Sesshomaru said in reply.
Another ambassador might have been cowed or put off by his unwelcoming tone, but Tsubasa had been intimate enough with him in the past to look upon this as no more than a challenge to warm him up again.
So in the course of their afternoon repast and their conversation about things in general, she was at her most charming, amusing and seductive. Sesshomaru was still nursing a headache, and was annoyed that Inuyasha could not be present to learn a thing or two about maintaining diplomatic ties, but going with the flow of Tsubasa's inviting ways was a sight better than continuing to brood over his brother.
He was thus composed enough when Tsubasa mentioned Inuyasha: "I hear that a younger brother of Your Majesty's has returned home after many years away?" Ambassadors always had ways of finding things out.
Sesshomaru merely replied: "My brother has returned home. He is, however, indisposed at present, so I excused him from attending today's meetings."
Speaking of Inuyasha brought an ache into his heart, but he could not discern if it was a pang of muted anger or the pain of longing.
"Ah, what a pity – it would have been my honour to have met any brother of Your Majesty's," Tsubasa said. "Lord Sesshomaru must love his brother very much to take such good care of him. But I hope that my company on this day will make up in some small way for his not being in your presence as much as you would like?"
Sesshomaru did not respond to that, but he held her playful, dark eyes with his own cool gaze. After the meal, he did not object when they left the dining room for a meeting chamber, and she walked close enough to him to brush against him as they made their way along the corridors of the castle. It was a not-entirely-unpleasant distraction from his thoughts about how to solve the stalemate with Inuyasha.
By evening, he was receptive enough to her advances to accept her suggestion that they have a private dinner in her chambers within the guest wing, while her vice-ambassadors and other delegates enjoyed their feast in the dining hall with his two ministers.
They repaired to the guest wing together just as the sun was setting, and as they moved along the open galleries and passageways, they noticed that the bird-beasts were becoming restless, and that the demon lord's guards in charge of the fields had immediately begun standing by on high alert the moment the beasts started fretting.
"Get them to settle down at once," Tsubasa ordered one of her personal attendants, who hurried out into the field to help calm the beasts. Turning to Sesshomaru, she apologised, saying: "I'm afraid they sometimes get agitated when made to rest in an unfamiliar place, or if the wind carries the scent of prey to them. However, we made certain to feed them well with the supplies we caught outside your lands, so their bellies are full, and they should be calm enough soon."
Once she had dismissed her attendants and was alone with Sesshomaru in her chambers, there was no time for dinner, for neither of them was hungry for food. Tsubasa's eyes, however, devoured the beautiful demon lord with a look that suggested it had been far too long since she had had an opportunity to taste him. She shut the door and closed the windows with no apparent hurry, but once that was done, in the next moment she was pressing her lips to his hands, his chin and his lips, and he permitted her to proceed.
That was encouragement enough for her. She slipped off her clothes seductively, one layer at a time, until she wore no more than a transparent, shimmering violet shift. Sesshomaru looked upon her beauty and confidence with a growing appreciation. He had subservient females aplenty in his castle, and had gone through nearly all of them that were worth his attention, but it was not often that he had the time to be with a female who was closer to him in rank, with whom he could interact on a more equal level.
An ambassador for a powerful race of demons, and the cousin of a queen, came close enough.
Sesshomaru slipped a hand round to the back of her neck and pulled her towards him, then cupped her ripe, succulent bottom with his other hand and lifted her enough to deposit her on the bed. She laughed as she fell back onto the mattress, pulling him down with her by grasping his robe with both her hands.
He was straddling her body now, leaning down to take deep sniffs of her neck, mouth, breasts and crotch, going past the scent of her arousal to determine if she was in heat, or approaching a risky part of her cycle. Satisfied that she was nowhere near the fertile segment of her reproductive cycle, and knowing that her species was not capable of internally storing a male's sperm for later impregnation, he chose to proceed. He would have stopped had it been otherwise, for he had no intention of allowing just any female – even one of high rank – to bear his child and possibly use its existence for leverage against him.
He lifted the hem of her violet shift and drew it up, unveiling her body, until the transparent hem and skirt of the garment were over her head. He rested the fabric over her face and kissed her mouth through it, making her smile at his employment of this scarcely noteworthy barrier, as if he wished to communicate that he was keeping a symbolic curtain between them.
She was less interested than he was in barriers, however, so without moving from where she lay, her nimble fingers got to work on his attire, unknotting sashes, unfastening ties and unwrapping layers, until his robe fell open and she could touch the skin of his chest and firmly muscled abdomen before slipping her hand into his trousers to stroke the powerful lines and curves of his hips and buttocks. And still he would not shed all his clothing, leaving the layers on but open at the front, as he made her arch her back and belly upwards by sucking none too gently at her nipples and applying a rhythmic pressure to the moist lips between her thighs with the palm of his hand.
Reaching down, Tsubasa ran feather-light touches over his scrotal sac that made him groan throatily, and applied a firmer grip when her fingers closed over his throbbing, swollen member. When it seemed that he was ready to thrust into her, she withdrew her hand and tucked her hips down, pulling away from him, teasing him.
With a growl of desire, he slid his body down over hers and retaliated by gripping her thighs hard and spreading her wide, exposing her completely to his eyes while her shift remained draped over her face. She laughed again, letting him look upon her all he wanted, until he buried his mouth, lips and tongue between her gaping legs, and began gliding their salivary-wet heat roughly and skilfully over this blood-flushed, intensely sensitive part of her anatomy.
That was when her claws worked into the bedsheets beneath her, and she cried out with pleasure in response to his commanding, almost brutal expertise. Unlike many females, Tsubasa had no appreciation for tenderness in the bedroom, or gentle foreplay, and Sesshomaru knew this well. He might not have matched his actions to her preferences for her sake, but in this case, roughness suited him as well as it did her.
On the verge of climaxing under his tongue, Tsubasa gasped with frustration to feel that warm, wet muscle pull away from her, only to gasp again when he abruptly pushed his hard, swollen member deep into the aching sheath guarded by her nether lips. He still kept one hand there, however, lightly kneading her as he thrust steadily in and out of her, until she was digging her claws deep into the mattress and crying out. She came violently, bucking under him, held down by his other hand pinning her wrist to the bed.
When he saw that she was physically satisfied enough to no longer require the touch of his finger down below, he moved to grip her other arm so that he now held both her wrists on either side of her head, using them in turn to keep the fabric of the shift in position over her face. He continued plunging into her and holding her arms down until she felt herself coming a second time, and as she climaxed, he allowed himself to come, shooting his seed into her empty womb, where it would neither take hold nor bear fruit.
His tension now released, he recovered his composure before pulling out of her and returning to the position of straddling her. He looked down at her uncovered body and covered face for a moment, then secured his trousers and got to his feet.
"Efficient as ever, Lord Sesshomaru," Tsubasa said softly, but with a hint of a smile in her voice, as she drew the transparent fabric off her face. "But also masterful and perfect as always."
He did not answer, but continued to meet her eyes as he adjusted his robes back into place and fastened them.
"I know better than to ask you to stay the night, but perhaps you will honour me with your company for the meal that is ready on the table in any case?" she proposed.
She sat up before rising from the bed and letting the shift fall back in place around her body and hips, utterly unabashed about being nearly as good as naked while he was fully clothed again and done with her for the night. He noticed a line of his semen starting to run down her left inner thigh, and followed its passage with some fascination, until noises from under the window distracted him.
"It's those beasts again!" Tsubasa muttered in annoyance and concern, crossing the room and throwing the windows open, not caring that her body beneath its see-through covering would be on display to whoever was outside.
They looked out into a moonless night to see the twenty bird-beasts stirring in the field beyond, until three of them grew restless enough to take to the air and fly across the field. Sesshomaru's dragon-mounted guards were beside them in moments, but they had already reached the royal wing adjacent to this guest wing, and starting to batter at the closed windows… of Inuyasha's bedroom.
Sesshomaru stared at the beasts, then glanced up into the moonless sky, and all of a sudden, he was moving quickly to the room door.
"Get your birds under control, ambassador," he ordered curtly as he left. "Their behaviour is unacceptable."
"At once, Your Majesty," she said demurely, hiding her bewilderment well, for she had no idea what had come over the birds.
Once out of her sight, Sesshomaru moved so swiftly through the corridors towards the royal wing that he was all but running. Fortunately, he passed only his own servants along the way, for the entire visiting delegation apart from Tsubasa had gone outdoors to calm their beasts.
How could he have forgotten? How could he have allowed this to happen without taking greater precautions?
It was, of course, the night of the new moon, when Inuyasha would be fully human. Sesshomaru had always known of his brother's lunar-determined life rhythms, but he had forgotten it on this occasion, of all times. Even the servants who had been here from when Inuyasha lived in the castle as a child did not know, for the princess had always kept her little son shut up with her in her room at this time of month, and the thick room doors as well as her own human scent helped to cover his and disguise it from the staff.
Sesshomaru had known all along without having to be told because his nose was sharper than most. His servants might not have been able to smell anything unusual, but he himself had caught the scent without effort right from the very first month of the child's life. He had chosen to keep his brother's secret – not because he had cared for him in those days, but because he considered it a family matter that was none of the servants' concern.
Now Inuyasha was vulnerable and alone in his room, without the legitimate excuse of his mother's presence to hide his scent; and the demon bird-beasts, whose noses were particularly attuned to what they liked to feed on, were stirred to throw themselves at his windows in response to the irresistible temptation of his full-human blood which screamed "prey" to them. The boy must be terrified.
"My lord!" the guards in the royal wing called to him as he appeared. "The birds are attacking His Highness' room from outside!"
Tell me something I do not know, Sesshomaru snarled to himself as he pushed past the guards and into his own bedroom, where he growled loudly out of his windows at the beasts, and snapped at the bird demons to control them, or he would cut them down with his claws.
The visiting demons flew up towards their mounts and hastened to clap thicker collars round the long necks of the winged beasts, to force them back to ground. They quickly leashed them and led them away from the royal wing, back to the field where they had been resting earlier. Sesshomaru barked orders at the guards in charge of the fields to ensure that the birds were tethered to the ground with unbreakable chains and stakes driven deep, then he swept out into the corridor again and made his demon energy flare so powerfully that the guards almost recoiled. They assumed that it was because he was enraged by the unseemly ruckus outside the royal wing, and with Inuyasha for locking himself up. But the demon lord had done it to conceal his brother's human scent, which would surely come through once the door was open. And to get past that door, he broke it down with a single kick, shattering the cupboards and cabinets the boy had piled behind the entrance.
He could have used the secret passage with far less destruction and noise, but he still did not wish to reveal its existence to his brother, for he knew that at this time, it would only make Inuyasha feel even more vulnerable, and increase his anger towards him. He also did not want the servants to learn that he had hidden ways of accessing his brother's bedroom – which they would quickly work out if he entered his own room and then mysteriously appeared in the prince's chamber.
Inuyasha was not anywhere in sight in the bedroom. Sesshomaru's nose told him at once that he was in the bathroom. Before he went in there, he picked up two large screens – solid lacquerwork ones, unlike their open-carved counterparts in the demon lord's bedroom – and positioned them in the doorway as a makeshift barrier to give him and the boy privacy. At the same time, he ordered the guards to summon one of the housekeeping staff to repair the door at once. He told them strictly that they were to repair the broken door immediately, but without shifting the screens or coming round them at all, or he would have their hides for it.
As two of the four guards in the corridor rushed off to find someone who could fix the door quickly, Sesshomaru strode into the bathroom, wondering exactly what condition Inuyasha was in, and what toll the birds' assault on his windows had taken on him.
Although he had expected his brother to be traumatised, Sesshomaru was still shocked to find the boy immersed almost up to his nose in the sunken bath in a desperate attempt to conceal his scent in the water, steeped in its unheated depths for what must have been hours, shivering with cold and sickness. No, not just cold and sickness, but also days of hunger, the fear of being a powerless full-human in a nest of carnivorous demons without his mother to protect his secret, and the terror of hearing those bloodthirsty winged beasts beating against his shuttered windows.
He was shivering so hard, and looked so ill. With his human eyes, he could not possibly see Sesshomaru standing there now, on the edge of the sunken bath, for the bathroom and bedroom were completely unlit. He must have thought that his elder brother would leave him here to die on this moonless night, to have his blood drained by the birds. He probably did not even know that Sesshomaru had always known his secret.
"Inuyasha?" Sesshomaru said softly, noting now that the boy was clad in his red fire rat robe. It had long been his armour and his security, and he must have pulled it on the moment he turned human and heard the birds stirring outside.
The boy did not answer. His gray eyes darted around frantically, seeing nothing in the darkness. Sesshomaru realised now that even if he had been able to see in the dark, he might not fully grasp what was going on, for he seemed not to recognise his voice. His pale face was framed by a spill of jet-black hair which hid rounded human ears, while his hands with their blunt fingernails gripped the side of the bath.
Sesshomaru waded into the water, and the ripples that lapped gently against Inuyasha made him aware that someone else was in the bath with him.
"Inuyasha, it's me," Sesshomaru said gently, reaching out for him.
His hand closed over Inuyasha's upper arm to draw him away from the wall of the bath. That was when all hell broke loose, as his brother suddenly exploded into a red bundle of terror and rage, screaming, kicking, biting and clawing blindly at him, his instincts telling him to fight off this predator that had him in its grip, while his fevered mind saw nothing, knew nothing and understood nothing.
"My lord?" the guards called out from beyond the door, startled by the prince's screams.
"Keep out of the room!" Sesshomaru roared. "Get that door fixed!"
He jumped out of the bath, clutching a dripping-wet, freezing cold and hysterical Inuyasha to his chest and pinning his arms to his sides, bearing with his kicking feet and those tiny human teeth trying to sink into his flesh, holding him as close and still as he possibly could, while softly going on and on in a steady voice: "Inuyasha, be calm. It's me, Sesshomaru. I won't hurt you. No one will hurt you. I won't allow anyone to harm you. Shhh. Be still."
He soothed him, spoke gently to him and held him securely until at last Inuyasha quieted and sagged limply in his arms. Sesshomaru's relief that he had calmed down was, however, outweighed by concern over his limpness and apparent unconsciousness. So he bore his precious little burden into the bedroom, where he vowed silently to do what he could to heal him and make things right somehow.
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