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In A Blue Moon - MPREG version	By : NihilEtNemo Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 31079 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Fifteen

Lovers’ Moon

I awaken slowly, but do not open my eyes. Why am I awakening? I should be dead, and frankly, I had always hoped for oblivion after death… I must be in Hell, I reason.

But if I am in Hell, why do I feel so safe?

There is a pressure on my hand. I can hear a fast but steady heartbeat very nearby, hear the owner’s breathing, deep and even. By scent, I can tell it is Inuyasha. He is holding my hand.

There are also two other heartbeats… I say two, but they may as well be one, for they are perfectly in sync. They are faster than Inuyasha’s, and a bit further away. They must be my children. They are both strong, and both are breathing well. Both are asleep.

I am at home. I can recognize the smell, the feel, of the place instantly, now that I am inspecting my surroundings. Inuyasha kept his promise and saved me, and both of my sons…

Finally, I take a rather deeper breath to take stock of myself. There is a little pain, of indeterminate origin, but my body seems to be entirely healed. It is just an ache all over my body. I think it may stay with me for the rest of my life.

I finally open my eyes and look immediately at my brother sitting beside me. “Inuyasha?”

He jerks as though startled, then squeezes my hand. “Sessho-maru?” he asks in almost comical worry. “Are you all right?”

“I am… fine.” I took a moment to be sure I was answering truthfully, but it turns out that I am. I try to sit up, but he keeps me lying down.

“Don’t move,” he says. “You almost died. I don’t want to take any chances.”

“Chances of what, Inuyasha?”

“You might not be all healed, or something… Just take it easy, okay?” It is almost funny… and yet, annoying.

“I am fine, Inuyasha. I want to see my children.”

He frowns, and glances over. “I’ll get them,” he says finally, and stands up. I wave him off impatiently and get up, brushing him away.

“There is no reason to wake them up,” I tell him, and walk to the bassinet that holds them both. I know not where it came from, but I assume that Inuyasha brought it.

I am not as steady on my feet as I had thought, but he stands beside me and supports me easily without my asking, and I can look at them. They are simply beautiful… Tennin is wrapped in the fur I gave him and Inu-maru is swaddled in the fire-rat cloth from his father, but Tennin is snuggled close to his brother, as though seeking his warmth. Inu-maru has his tail and arms wrapped protectively around him.

“Thank you, Inuyasha,” I tell him finally.

He sounds confused. “For what?”

“For not letting Tennin die because of who his father was.”

He seems embarrassed, and squeezes me slightly. “Hey, would I do that? He’s just a kid. Sure, he’s the son of pure evil, but he looked so sweet and innocent…” He shrugs. Tennin cast his spell over him as well.

“He hasn’t cried,” he points out after a few minutes. “I mean, at all. Inu-maru has every now and then, but Tennin hasn’t made a sound. I think he might be mute.”

I smile slightly and reach down to gently move the fur away from Tennin’s face, to look at him. “No, he is not… He is just quiet.” His big brown eyes open and he looks up at us, but he refuses to move out of Inu-maru’s arms.

“He’s been doing that,” Inuyasha tells me. “He looks like he’s glued to Inu-maru.”

“They need each other. They are connected… they were both being hurt when they were apart. They are twins, even though they were born three weeks apart and have different fathers…”

He smiles slightly, then pulls me backward. “Will you go back to bed now? You’re still not as strong as you should be.”

I nod, and he leads me back to my bed. “The others are here…” He tells me as he insists upon tucking the blanket around me. “Kagome and the others, I mean… they have completely the wrong idea about everything, about you and the kids and everything, but I didn’t tell them what’s really going on…” His ears are lying nearly flat. “I didn’t know what you wanted them to know. I haven’t let them in here since I brought you back.”

“I do not care what they know, Inuyasha,” I tell him. “I would rather you told them everything than let them think I would harm my own son.”

He nods. “Yeah… I didn’t know… Um… you wanna help me tell them?” I raise one eyebrow at him. “I wouldn’t get half a sentence out before I was flat on my face from Kagome and the S-word…”

“Very well.” Sad as it is, I admit that what he said is true. His friends do not respect him, and they will not listen to him… or they will not believe him.

“Right. I’ll-”

He is interrupted by a pounding on the door. Looking over at it, I am surprised to see that he has barricaded it shut, and I look back at him.

“They wouldn’t leave me alone.” He shrugs. “Or you… I haven’t talked to them in three days.”

“Inuyasha, open this door!” I can hear from his human female. “Talk to us! You can’t hide in there forever!”

“She will say the word the instant she sees you, regardless,” I tell him evenly. It is rather amusing.

“Yeah…” His ears flick backward again.

“Are you going to let them in?”

He looks at me, then grumbles under his breath as he stands up. I see him actually flinch as he pulls the door open.

“Finally!” Kagome yells immediately – not ‘sit’, but ‘finally’. “Do you know how long it’s been? Do you know what you were doing to us? We were worried about you! What if he woke up and killed you, huh? You’re so stupid!” She has yet to even give any of the others the opportunity to say a word.

“Kagome, shut up!” he says fiercely. I agree, but…

Bad idea, Inuyasha. “SIT! Sit sit sit sit si-”

“Be silent!”

She freezes suddenly. Inuyasha is already, as he predicted, plastered to the floor, but he manages to pry himself up and look at me as well as his friends suddenly realize that I am already awake. I push myself up on my hand and eventually look up at them. I see shock and confusion both written on the miko’s face. That is right, little girl; I am still a demon lord, older and much more powerful than your entire cadre of misfits combined, and I have a definite limit to the amount of thoughtless childishness I can put up with. And Inuyasha already fills that quota most admirably.

“Sessho-maru?”

The commotion has awakened the babies; I can hear Inu-maru getting ready to cry. Without looking at them again, I slowly push myself to my feet and go to them, leaning unobtrusively on the side of their bed to support myself. Tennin is tugging on Inu’s tail; I gently pry them apart and lift Tennin up; Inu-maru begins to screw his face up to bawl.

“Inuyasha, come get your son, before he deafens us all.”

“Right.” He peels himself off the floor and picks up Inu-maru before he can really begin to cry.

“What was that?” Kagome demands. “Inuyasha, what’s going on? You told us that was Sessho-maru’s son, but you said it was yours, and now he said the same thing – what’s going on here?”

“Inu-maru is Inuyasha’s son,” I tell them all calmly before turning around to face them. The girl is front and center, just inside the doorway, but the monk and hunter are behind her. The cub appears to have been scared that I was going to hurt her, because he is now sitting on the monk’s shoulder. The two humans are either more intelligent or just more reserved than her, because they are currently letting her do all the talking… yelling, rather. “And Tennin is Naraku’s child.”

“Then why do you have them? Inuyasha, how could you let him have your child?!”

Inuyasha puts a hand out to support me as he sees me beginning to sway. “Kagome, shut up!” Without looking at her, he helps me back. “Here, sit down…” I nod at him and proceed to do so, folding my legs and pulling the blanket over them again.

She looks positively affronted at his command. I believe she is not told to do so nearly often enough. She seems ready to spew that word some more, in fact. “I have a right to have my own children,” I tell her calmly. “And they are safer with me than they could possibly be with Inuyasha.”

“What are you talking about?!”

“Kagome,” the huntress says softly, “male demons can bear children.”

I look at her evenly, letting Tennin suck on my finger. She appears to be in shock for a moment, then stares in shock. “You’re their mother…?”

Not that I’d put it that way myself, of course…

Then her face clouds again. “Inuyasha! You slept with your brother?!” A glance at him shows that he looks as though he is trying to hide without moving, focusing completely on Inu-maru. An interesting tactic, but unfortunately not one he excels at. “And you got him pregnant? You had a baby? And you were just going to keep letting me believe…” She looks ready to burst into tears. “SIT!” Inuyasha crashes down, and she turns and runs away, covering her face.

It takes me a second to realize that Inuyasha was holding Inu-maru – when she ‘sat’ him, she brought him down right on top of our child. I gently set Tennin down and help Inuyasha up, taking Inu-maru from him to check him over. She could have seriously hurt him…

“Itai…” Inuyasha mutters darkly, rubbing the back of his neck. I ignore him and gently inspect Inu-maru…

“Is he all right?” the human huntress asks carefully.

Inu-maru giggles.

Inuyasha grins and takes him back. “He’s fine. Aren’t you?” He proceeds to tickle Inu’s stomach with his own tail, making him laugh again. Relieved, I sit back on my mattress and pull Tennin into my lap again. He is like his father, I suppose.

To my surprise, the fox cub comes bounding across the floor and onto Inuyasha’s shoulder, looking down at our child. Inu-maru is quite a bit smaller than him, but he giggles and grabs for his bushy tail. The child makes an exclamation and proceeds to hug his tail and yell at Inu, until Inuyasha grabs him by the back of his clothes and tosses him back toward the others.

Despite the incident with the girl, perhaps this has not gone as badly as Inuyasha expected. I honestly do not care about his friends, as such, but I do care that they matter to him. I do not want him to be unhappy. I do want him to stay with me, but I do not want him to do it because his friends hate him.

“She thinks you love her, Inuyasha,” I tell him, not looking up from Tennin in my arm. I still cannot get enough of holding him. I had thought I would die without ever having the privilege. “You should tell her the truth… whatever that may be.” I would like to believe that the folly of loving humans does not run in the family, but I acknowledge the possibility that he may indeed love this girl. I am prepared to despise him for this.

Inuyasha sighs. The two humans are hovering near the doorway without encroaching, apparently nervous, but I ignore them. “She wants me to go back to her world with her… we found the rest of the jewel in Naraku’s castle… even though we didn’t find his body.” I look up at him, shocked. Didn’t… find Naraku’s body? But I killed him. He was dead in the corner of the room. He was dead!

“It’s all right,” he says immediately, seeing my shock, and reaches out to squeeze my hand around Tennin. “He’s dead. I’m sure of it. Not even Naraku could stand up to your true form.” (I resist the urge to preen here.) “But he was made up of a lot of weak little demons and stuff… He wanted the jewel to kill his human half… we think his body probably dissolved after he was dead. He’s not coming back again.”

I believe him. I have to. I do not know how I could live, thinking that Naraku could be coming for me at any moment… I would go insane.

“But… Once she goes back to her own time this time, she can’t come back, and I won’t be able to go through, either.” I show no sign of my very real joy at this – it is petty and immature and unlike me. Very, very real, however. “She wants me to go with her.”

I only watch him. “Are you going to, Inuyasha?”

He just hunches his shoulders without answering. I think he is not yet sure. I give him no sign of how much that hurts.

“Inuyasha…” We both glance up at the huntress, as she steps into the room to speak to him. “You know it’s your decision, and you can’t let either Sesshoumaru or Kagome pressure you into anything…” She glances at me, perhaps to see how I will take it, but I grant her nothing. “But there are things you should think about… The fact that you’ll at the least miss five hundred years of your son’s life, if you even ever see him again…”

He hunches his shoulders further at that, looking away again and playing with Inu-maru’s tail.

She looks fully at me. “Forgive me if I’m wrong, but you’re mostly mated to Inuyasha, are you not?” I incline my head slightly and decide not to question how she knows. One more bite and I will be his mate. I doubt I shall ever receive that bite, but this is my condition at the moment.

She nods, but says nothing. I suppose this speaks for itself.

I need Inuyasha to make his choice, soon.

“I already know I’m not going,” he says, without unfolding himself or raising his ears. I blink; what is he so concerned about then? “I just don’t know how to tell her… Especially with all this happening…”

“You have to somehow,” the huntress tells him, and then kneels beside him, looking at Inu-maru. Inu thrives on the attention and gurgles happily. Tennin she makes no effort to touch, as I am still holding him, but she looks at him for a long moment with a slight smile.

“Yeah, I know…”

The monk lays out his staff and sits beside Inuyasha, on the opposite side from the huntress, the kitsune kit riding on his shoulder. Inu-maru relishes the new attention and gurgles quite happily, and bites the monk’s finger when he tries to touch him. They both pull away sharply, the monk hissing, Inu gagging; apparently, he has inherited my allergy to, or at least a distaste for, human blood. Strange, considering the fact that he is a quarter human.

“He likes you,” I tell the monk before he can get offended. “And he is hungry.” Shifting Tennin to lay on my lap, I give Inu a finger, which he greedily begins to drain of blood. Feeding the both of them will probably be a drain, when they grow larger.

I look up as the huntress begins to speak. “May I hold…”

“Tennin,” I supply her; she smiles a little at the name. I look at Tennin for a moment; he is smiling in his sleep, cuddled up in the fur; he seems very small. I would trust no one, but she is a female with appropriate nurturing instincts, and I imagine she will let no hard come to my child. And, she is sitting right beside me, and I can kill her if she does.

Removing my finger, much to Inu’s dismay (his father distracts and calms him), I gently lift Tennin and transfer him to her. He shifts as he loses contact with me and wakes, looking first at me, then shifting to her. I wait frozen for a moment to see if he will accept her…

He takes her finger in his tiny hand, and I relax. She is, of course, utterly enchanted; if Tennin could enspell Inuyasha, what chance does a mere human female have?

“He’s so beautiful,” she says, still looking at him, apparently watching his eyes. His eyes are what do it… “Both of your children are very beautiful, Sessho-maru-dono.”

“Thank you.” A human with a sense of propriety… what a rare treat. Not inspired out of fear of me, either, which is somewhat… rare.

Of course, now I am sitting here with two other people holding my children, without either of them myself. The monk is trying not to be affected by Inu-maru while my son tortures the fox kit and Inuyasha just laughs. The huntress is fairly cooing over Tennin. For this moment, I can see how it might have been if Inuyasha had let me die as I wanted… and I do not like it. They are happy – but I am not a part of it.

I am not sure what Inuyasha sees on my face when he glances at me, but he slides Inu onto my lap (much to the relief of the fox) and takes Tennin for himself, about as unobtrusively as he knows how; this is not particularly unobtrusive.

“We better go find Kagome…” he says. “I have to tell her… will you be okay, Sessho?”

“Yes.” I take Tennin from him – I do not want him ‘sit’ted upon, no matter how resilient he may be – and begin to feed them both. Tennin seems strangely almost hesitant; I assume Inuyasha must have fed him some of my blood at some point after he brought us back – it has been three days. If he has not, he will feel my wrath…

“Okay… I’ll be back before too long…” I notice he says ‘I’ instead of ‘we’; thank you for that much. He gathers his friends and leaves, holding the kitsune by his tail when he tries to scamper back in.

Peace and quiet. Something I have been sorely lacking for quite some time… I take a long moment to simply sit and relish it. I imagine I will not receive it in abundance after Inuyasha returns. I think I will be perfectly content with that, however…

The children trail off as they fall asleep. I look at them for a moment, Tennin cuddled close to his brother with the silver fur of his tail clutched in his hand, Inu holding onto him in turn. Neither knows, nor probably shall ever know, of the fates that nearly befell them – Inu-maru’s death, likely at my hands, Tennin’s life with his father… I will keep them safe, at the expense of my own life. They will never have to worry about any evil thing befalling them as long as I am alive.

I slide my arm under them and lift them up so that I can stand, carrying them carefully toward the bassinet to lay them down without waking them. Then, I just watch them.

Inuyasha actually manages to startle me as he wraps his arms around me, making me stiffen defensively for a moment before my brain catches up with my nose and tells me that it is only Inuyasha.

“Kagome’s leaving tomorrow,” he says, looking around me at our children. Our children. I think, as far as either of them will ever know, I am their father, Inuyasha their uncle… but he will stay with me to raise them, and they will be our children. “I think she got that I had to stay here with you…”

“‘Had to’?” He does not ‘have to’ do anything. It is still his choice, regardless of the consequences…

“And want to. But you wouldn’t ever have forgiven me if I went with her, would you?”

“No.” Of course not. Why would I forgive him for abandoning me and my children? Simply because he loved that girl? That would only be an added offense.

“I didn’t want you to hunt me down in five hundred years…”

I lean against him. “I would not have survived another five hundred years. Neither would the children.” We would all have been prey to the first strong demon to wander through – whether as food, slaves, or simple entertainment, it does not much matter. I thought he understood that.

He rests his chin on my shoulder. “That too. You didn’t really think I would go with her, did you?”

“It was always a possibility.”

“Sessho–”

“But not a very likely one. I trusted you to stay.”

He nuzzles my neck, right where the mark is; I tilt my head away for him to get to it.

“Sessho…” His voice is half whining. “The kids are asleep… you want to…?”

“Yes.” Very much so.

“Good.” He pulls me away from the children and very quickly onto the futon – upside down, but I doubt he cares. I have never seen my clothes removed so fast. I suppose I have been denying him for quite some time; reassuring to know he has found relief nowhere else. Unlike our father; he was never faithful to my mother, even without what he did to – not with, I have realized – me. I can only hope Inuyasha will remain this wa–

Oh kami the moon. Low blow. Oh…

“Have your interest now?” he asks – I suppose he could see that I was thinking and not paying him all my attention.

Yes, he has it now. I drag his head downward and kiss him, pushing his clothes off to join mine on the floor. Still apparently trying to devour me, his hand slides down my side, adding more stimulation as he crosses the stripes on my hip, then makes a move to prepare me. I have no patience for this – I shift to shove his arm away and wrap my legs around him, making it obvious what I want. I have been celibate since Naraku impregnated me; I cannot wait for the ending to that.

He takes the hint and uses the hand to hold my hip instead, taking only a moment longer to position himself. It hurts as he pushes into me, but I am accustomed to it – and even more, after childbirth, it hardly registers.

He gives me no time to adjust. I want none. I pull him against me as he thrusts in, forcing him deep. It involves pain and blood, but it is what I want – what he wants. A low growling groan accompanies his movements, nipping at my neck; I arch backward to get more contact. Panting, but not whining, I hold him tightly and nearly force him into me.

He does nothing special. Nor do I. We have both simply needed it for so long, though, that he lasts no more than a few moments before he shudders and bites down, not on my mark but on my opposite shoulder, finding his release and subsequently sending me to mine.

He keeps his position, lying on top of me, in me, as we pant and recover. I can hear the synchronized heartbeats and even breathing of my babies; they are asleep and well. Good. I nuzzle his neck for a moment, then kiss him lightly

“I hope you’re not done yet, Sessho…” He shifts on top of me and grins.

I squeeze my legs around him, flexing the muscles he is buried inside; the response is a deep groan. “Not yet, Inuyasha.”

“Good. Just give me a couple more minutes.”

I hardly think he needs so long to recover and be ready again; to prove it, I continue to taunt him, flexing my body around him. Ahh… as I thought. He growls quietly and nips at my throat, pulling back. He is at least half hard again; I can remedy that soon enough, I think.

He is slower this time, and neither of us is so desperate as to speed the process up. I appreciate the care he shows me, and the languid pace, meeting it myself. He kisses me deeply as we move, slowly, savoring instead of devouring this time. I think I appreciate that as well.

A low moan escapes me as he brushes past my pleasure spot. I separate myself from the kiss to make my request before I can no longer think…

“Inuyasha…”

“Mm?” He tries to kiss me again, but I avoid it, for if I give in I am lost.

“Mate me.” He is actually surprised enough to stop moving completely, and stare at me. I groan – this is not what I wanted! Tease…

“What?”

“Mate me… I deserve a guarantee you will not leave…” Move, damn you, Inuyasha!

“You know I won’t…”

“Do it anyway.” He blinks at me. “…Please.”

I suppose the plea does it. He nods slowly, and I shift under him to try to entice him to not torture me any longer.

He finally gets the hint – I never accused him of being overly intelligent – and pulls back to take up where he so rudely left off. Finally.

His motions speed up, slowly but surely. A brush against that spot earns a whine of pleasure from me, and a low, answering growl from him. He finally takes me in his hand and begins to stroke me in time, forcing me to stifle moans with the pleasure.

He is getting closer – I can feel it, and I want it, for I know that when he reaches his peak he will mark me, finally, and I can end this limbo of never quite being mated…

Ah – gods, I need him. I imagine he knows what he is doing to me…

I manage to gasp his name and pull his head down for a kiss, pulling him fmore fully against me. He growls and nips at my lip, then at me throat. My heart stops for a moment as he teases the mark he gave me, but not yet, he does nothing yet… Only teases. Cruel, Inuyasha…

I gasp and pull him against me, unable to fully stifle the noises I make. He likes this, I know. He is so nearly…

I only feel the pleasurepain of his bite and oh kami oh gods Inuyasha…!
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