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Under a Silver Moon	By : inuyoukai8 Category: InuYasha Crossovers > General Views: 13120 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Youko lay propped against the silken linens of his bed. His silver hair fanned out across the pillows. Sesshoumaru had long ago released his hold over Lilian and allowed her to awaken. He’d expected some form of protest from her at being sandwiched between the two of them, but there was none. She’d been a little stiff and nervous at first, but as they lay there, speaking in soft tones, she’d relaxed. Enough that she was now cuddled against his side, her head on his shoulder as he told her the many tales of Makai. Sesshoumaru had risen and strapped his weaponry into place. Seeing her fretful look, he had grunted, “I am merely going to scout the area for a while. Fear not Mekharat, I shall return” “Why is he going?” she asked, “I thought this place was hidden?”. Youko swept his claws through her hair. “It is hidden” he assured her, “However, other youkai who were nearby when the portal opened may have felt our power”. She nodded, “And if they are there?” she asked, almost not wanting to know. He shrugged slightly, “Then they will die” he said plainly. She lifted herself up on her elbow, “But that isn’t right” she said. He arched a fine brow at her, golden eyes at half mast, “There is no right or wrong” he told her, “It is them or us. Which would you have us choose?”. She settled back against him, “There is so much that I don’t understand” she admitted, “I don’t understand what she wants from me”. Youko rolled them, until she was pinned to the bedding, caged by the steel of his arms, “Somethings you will not understand yet” he assured her, “one thing I do know. I have seen the hand of the first move in the sphere of every Mekharat who has come to be. She is soulless. Her human soul long ago devoured by hatred. She is a creature of destruction now. Nothing more. You must guard against her”. Lilian tried very hard to concentrate on what he was saying, but it was so very difficult. His scent seemed to surround her, his warmth seeping into her body. He was so close, so very close. She felt a small shiver race through her, a long forgotten sensation rearing it’s head within her. Desire. A thing she had thought died so many years ago. Not the slight warming of it, the raging sharp peaking of it. Youko growled softly as the soft scent of her want rose between them. Her eyes dilated to brilliant purple orbs, her heart rate increased to flutter a furious tattoo beneath her breast bone. “You desire me” he said to her, watching her eyes widen once more. He dropped his face closer to hers, his nose skimming over her cheek and then down the column of her throat. “I can smell it on you, taste it in the air between us”. His voice was like dark velvet, ensnaring her in a thick web of heat and want. “It’s wrong” she whispered, and his silver ears flickered at this. “Why?” he asked, settling himself firmly against her, feeling her curves mold to him. Faced with the question, she suddenly had no answers. Why was it wrong? Wrong because he wasn’t human? Petty reason that. Wrong because he was her guardian? She was safe enough. Wrong? Why? Because, her mind snapped at her viciously, you want both of them, yearn for both of them. Care for both of them. Wrong. She squeezed her eyes shut, she couldn’t just blurt that out. She’d never been so torn between people as she was now. If she had to choose, who would it be? Could she choose? The selfish impulse to horde them both, welled up. Youko had caught all of her internal argument with herself and smiled to himself. Catching her eyes again, he traced her cheek with a clawed hand, before it trailed down to caress the side of her throat. “Be selfish” he whispered. Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened, most likely in unneeded defense of herself. Youko closed the distance, touching her lips with his own. Electricity ran through her limbs, heat swam in her bloodstream. Her world narrowed to nothing more than his kiss. The feather light caress of his lips on her own. Varying pressure, slowly infiltrating her defenses. His tongue ran along the seam of her lips. The slow action making her breath catch in the back of her throat. Her lips parted on that small involuntary sound. Youko slid his hand into her hair, holding her captive to his tender assault on her senses. Angling his lips over hers, he slowly, lightly pressed passed her smooth flat human teeth and into the dark wine of her mouth. Had he been human he might have thought her nearly unresponsive to his touch. However being a demon had it’s advantages. The racing of her heart, the flutter of her pulse at her throat, the dewy scent of her body welcoming his touch. And then, slowly her hands crept upwards, teasing over his arms like skittish butterflies. Then higher, into his hair. Feeling her soften against him, he made slow love to her mouth, lapping caresses. His actions betraying the finesse and confidence that only centuries of living could bring. Lilian thought she might pass out from the pure sensation of his kiss. Never had she encountered one that reduced her to this state in so short a time. Growing slightly bolder, she let her tongue dance against his, and then explored his mouth for herself. Her tongue flicked against an ivory fang, making his groan into her mouth. She curled her tongue then, nicking herself on the tip of the tooth. The taste of her blood exploded on his palate, and his arms tightened on her. His tongue swept over the tiny wound, sealing it and then with infinite care and patience and more than a little enjoyment…he taught her how. How to kiss a youkai, how to caress a fang and not bleed for it unless you wished it. She was a quick study, her long denied desires igniting within her, tangible to demonic senses. Her nails scraped lightly against his nape and her hands worked higher to find the velvet edge of his adorable ears. The low whine that escaped him made her smile into the kiss, as with delicate fingers she stroked the furred appendages. “Lower edge” he growled and moaned when her hands followed suit. Youko felt his control slipping away bit by precious bit. His inner beast surging to the fore, wanting to take, to claim. It was an instinct that he fought down with a vicious level of control. She shifted against him, whimpering lightly at the sensations he set spiraling through her. Was this it, She wondered, what she had been missing for so long. Hoping to find in the arms of others before him? What was this tide that threatened to overwhelm her and carry her to some far off place, where only he remained? His clawed hands slid down her body holding her close to him as he rolled to his back ,taking her with him. The midnight wealth of her hair cascading around them. His hands slid over the soft silks of her robe to cup her bottom and pull her tightly to him. If Lilian had held any doubts of her effect on him, they were swiftly banished as her core was aligned with the heated steel of him. She gasped slightly, pulling back from him, breaking the strange spell of the moment, but the lingering whispers of fire licked at her insides. She lifted uncertain eyes to him and blurted out the first thing that came to mind.. "Wow...erm I mean sorry". His brows rose in question. "The wow I am more than happy to accept the apology however warrants an explanation". She flushed. What was she thinking? Confusing things more by throwing herself at Youko like this. She mentally berated herself, unaware that the demon beneath her was hearing it all quite clearly. When she remembered that she was straddling him, she started to push away and rise. He chuckled and pulled her back down. "Quit being ridiculous" he growled warmly in her ear, "You were doing fine a moment ago, and there is no need to apologize for allowing me to do something that I have wanted to for a very long time". Her eyes filled with tears, certainly not what he had been expecting. "Lilian?" he asked, his tone horrified. She sniffled, "I'm sorry Youko, really I am. It's not you. It's just that...well.... me, I'm so broken. I can't do this kind of thing anymore, I just can't mean something to someone". Her voice trailed off in a tremulous whisper, her eyes sliding to the side. Youko growled loudly in irritation, not with her, but with whoever had left her this way and he had a fairly good idea of who that had been. He should have made it more painful, he reflected. "Lilian" he said, making her look at him, "Why don't you let me decide that for myself and Sesshoumaru too. The lack in others, the failings of them, they are not ours".
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