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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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The silence was heavy between them. His words slowly slipping into her mind to echo wildly. "You know?" she whispered, "You knew all this time? We didn't even have to come here! Did we? How long have you known? Did Youko know too?" Her tone crackled with female indignation and betrayal. How dare he? How dare he play with her like this? Hee temper rising up around her, she surged to her feet, water sloshing against the edge of the wide bath. She waded towards him, her lips drawn into a thin line, her eyes narrowed in her anger. Sesshoumaru watched her come, expecting her to rant and rave at him, what he did not expect however the thundering slap she levied at him. Her small hand connecting with the perfect pale angles of his cheek. His eyes flashed to red momentarily, reaching out and gasping her in a tight grip. Lilian found herself on her back beside the tub, a very naked, very angry Sesshoumaru poised above her. His growl was a steady meancing rumble in the stillness. "You will not strike this Sesshoumaru if you wish to keep your health woman" he warned. She sneered at him, "Why?" she demanded, "Because you are some great demon lord and I am just a fucking plaything?". His eyes returned to their usual impassive gold and he leaned fractionally closer, "It would be so much easier if you were nothing but my toy" he growled between gritted teeth, "Then I would have no desire to consider your feelings in any of this". He pushed off of her, rising gracefull and wrapping a robe around himself. "Get up Mekharat" he snapped, "You say you aren't my toy, stop laying there looking discarded as one". Temper made her rise, uncaring of her state of undress, and jerk a robe into place seconds later. Her eyes a shower of angry sparks from across the room. Did that mean he did care? She wondered, could he care about anything other than his damnable pride? He glanced over his shoulder, "Your thoughts remain mine to know Lilian, I suggest that you alter them to suit me. Come, we will find Youko and you will know all that there is to know". She was silent as she followed him from the bath. Staring at the broad silk covered back before her, why was he such an asshole? She knew he could be more civil. Did this mean that whatever would awaken her powers upset him in some way? Why should that be? Before her the air shimmered and she paused, placing her hand against the wall, blinking to clear her vision. Water must have been too hot. But the air moved again and she found herself facing a woman of exotic beauty, with jet hair and crimson eyes. Lilian's eyes widened. Was this...? The woman bowed low, "Greetings wrath wielder" she purred in a sultry voice. Lilian looked beyond her to Sesshoumaru, he had paused in his motions. "Are you coming?" he asked her. "He lies to you" the vision spat, "Filthy youkai, demons can not be trusted". Lilian snapped her eyes back to the other. She stiffened and Sesshoumaru stepped back towards her. Something was wrong. "Sadly you need them to awaken but when you do you must act swiftly. Slay them. They will destroy you!" she hissed and then faded to nothingness. Lilian clutched her head, feeling great pressure building behind her eyes. Sesshoumaru leapt across the distance, catching her as she crumpled to the floor. Her small hands were curled like talons against her forehead and he gently pried them away. There surrounded by the small red cresent marks from her nails, was the black star and the golden sword of the Mekharat. Slight, barely visible, but it was there. She fought against his hold, "It burns" she whimpered, trying to claw at the mark. He leaned forward and closed his lips over the burning mark, feeling the heat of it rush against himself. His tongue teased over the edged of the mark. Soothing and cooling the terrible sensation. She clung to his garments, her body curling tightly into a ball against the pain. She sighed with soft relief as he lapped at her brow. If anyone had told her that she would find utter solace in having her forehead licked by a demon before now, she would have doubted their sanity. As it was, she now doubted her own. "Sesshoumaru" she whispered softly and he lowered his nose near hers, "I'm sorry". He closed his eyes, resting his brow against her own. If there were more time, for her sake, if only there were more time. Lilian couldn't say what she was thinking, but she shifted ever so slightly and pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth, where one fang peeked out at her. His eyes snapped open and she tried to withdraw, only to have him hold her fast. His lips taking hers in a skilled kiss. His mastery unmatched. With a soft growl her mouth opened to him. His tongue slipping inside, his beast clamoring for release. This was something that should be a duty, no matter how pleasant. But it wasn't, even if she was not the Mekharat, Sesshoumaru knew, he would still want her. She was simply Lilian. His Lilian. Her tongue brushed against his fang and he tightened his hold on her, finding himself in danger of taking her here in the passageway. Lilian's eyes rolled back in her head as she clung to him, feeling the best and the worst she had in ages. She moaned into his mouth as he pressed his tongue against the roof of her mouth. That teasing appendage making fire shoot to her stomach. He growled softly, brushed a deadly fang along the pillowy edge of her lip. He wasn't human, she reminded herself, was this why it was so deliciously unreal? He pulled away from her with one last gentle tug at her lip. Her eyes fluttered open, that delicious blush covering her cheeks. A splash of color on porcelain. He straightened to his full height, Lilian cradled in his arms, the mark on her brow only slightly stinging now. Like a new tattoo. She was content to let him carry her, not willing to give up the warmth of his body just yet. She wasn't sure what ha just happened or why either of them had allowed it. She was a fool. That never changed. The words of the dark Mekharat filled her head again and she squeezed her eyes shut tightly against them. She wasn't so bitter that she could condemn an entire people for the actions of a few. If she was, men would have died out a long time ago. 'They will betray you, use you and toss you aside. They are no different from all the other men in your life. Save that they are not human. If you wish to survive, then they must die'. She buried her head against his shoulder, not wanting those horrid hissing words in her head. They weren't true. They weren't. If her guardians wanted her dead, she would already be. She recalled the other vision, ' Her heart is no more, her soul gone. She is a creature of utter destruction and bloodshed. Do not lose yourself on her path'. She wouldn't. She promised herself that much. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Youko looked up as they entered, taking in the sight of Lilian clinging to the dog as though her very life and soul depended on it. His pale golden eyes met deeper one and his brow arched in silent question. 'Visions' came the unspoken reply. Youko moved to the side bar, pouring a cup of steaming tea. Sesshoumaru sank gracefully into the large chair, Lilian still on his lap like a child. Youko pressed the cup into her palm, "It will soothe you" he promised her. She met his eyes briefly before a flood of tears made them shimmer and she looked away. She sipped her tea silently, cradled in the lap of the western lord. She had tried to move away twice but he refused to allow it. His beast wanted to soothe and damn it he was going to. Youko met his gaze, 'What's this?'. Sesshoumaru shrugged slightly, 'The visions. The kiss. Humans are hard to read at times like this. I believe she feels guilt for kissing the both of us'. Youko hid his smile behind his own cup. "Lilian?" he asked softly. Slowly, hesitantly she lifted her eyes back to him. "I'm sorry Youko" she whispered. Sesshoumaru rumbled beneath her cheek, "There will be no apologies between us for three way affections" he said. Her eyes went wide, "But..". Youko chuckled and held his hand up, "It's time we talk" he interjected, "At length. No more questions between us". She nodded, swallowing the last dregs of her tea. "He says you know how to make my power work" she blurted out. Youko shook his head, "Not make them work, unlock them. Once that is done you will require little training to control them. The problem lies in the unlocking and what happens to you during and after". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For nearly three hours they sat, she asking her questions. They answered them as bluntly as they could, knowing she would appreciate it. Her cheeks burned and her temper flared more than once. But she reminded herself that this was what she wanted. Answers. She had long since abandoned the lap of the dog prince to take a seat of her own across from them both. "So let me get this straight" she drawled, "To unseal my powers I have to sleep with one of you? Which one?". They shrugged, "We have no way of knowing that, it should work with either one" Youko volunteered. She toyed with the belt of her robe, "And you didn't think I might need to know this?" she asked. Sesshoumaru eyed her carefully, "We said nothing of it for a number of reasons. It has to be willingly, not something you feel you must do". She rose, pacing the floor, "But I do have to don't I?" she pointed out, "What happens when the power is unsealed?". They shared a look and she threw her arm towards them, staring downa rigid finger at them. "That's enough of that. You tell me what's gonna happen to me" she growled. Youko lifted his hands, "There is no way of knowing for certain. With each Mekharat it is different". Her eyes narrowed and she scowled at them, "How convenient" she snapped at them, "Having to bed down with every Mekharat. What do you do take turns?". She was so angry that they would keep such things from her. 'It's because of what they are' a voice slithered in her head, 'they cannot be truthful. They must die'. She pressed her fingers into her eyes, trying to ease the ache beginning there. She sighed and looked up to find two very unhappy demons before her. Sesshoumaru towered over her menacingly, she wouldn't back down... not even a step. "We have never had to bed a mekharat" he told her in an icy tone, his golden orbs burning her in their intensity. "And if you must know, since we are being honest, the fox and I have never had to take turns with women". She glared at him, but he wasn't finished goading her, "We share them". Lilian jumped backwards, nearly falling on her backside, "Gah!" she shrieked, throwing up her arms to ward him off as she stared at him as though he'd sprouted another head. She sat sputtering for several minutes, "Well" she managed at last, "That is just so wrong, on so many levels". Youko looked over at her, amusement written on his handsome features. "Why?" he asked, "Surely it can't be so wrong. You desire us both after all". She went redder than he'd ever witnessed before and he wondered briefly if she might combust where she stood. She didn't however, nor did she rage at them. She sank on the settee, staring into the fire. "Of all the things it could have been" she whispered more to herself, "Why does it have to be something I can't do?". Sesshoumaru watched the emotions play across her face, she looked.... stricken. Was the idea of touching them so repulsive? Impossible! He'd tasted her desire. Slowly, she lifted her eyes to Youko. "There is something you can do to help me" she whispered to him, 'An herb, a potion, anything to make this easier' Sesshoumaru intercepted that unbidden thought and snarled, "There will be nothing of the sort". She blinked at him, "Look..." she began and he held his hand up arrogantly for silence. "Answer this Mekharat, for all the honesty we've given you this night. Do you desire the fox?". She blushed hotly, shrugging slightly. 'Answer me'. She glared at him, "Yes". he smirked, "And this Sesshoumaru, do you desire me as well?". He knew the answer all too well, but wished to her voice it. Her fists were curled against her sides, "Yes, you god damn dog!" she spat at him, "Satisfied now?". His eyes took on a warm glint, "Vastly" he conceded. She flipped him off and turned to leave the room, but his voice stopped her. "You have one night of reprieve Lilian. Tomorrow it begins".
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