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By : northstar
Category: InuYasha > General
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Title: Poison Flower

Rating: NC17

Warnings: incest, anal penetration, yaoi, minor
(Sesshy = maybe 16-18?)

Pairing: Inu Taisho and Sesshoumaru

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�You look just like
your mother.�
Sesshoumaru wakes to the hot
breath in his ear, on his neck. He feels long, cruel, familiar fingers tracing
the gap in his yukata from the hollow at the base of
his throat, down the lean plane of his firm young chest, to the knot of the
belt.
Then why don�t you go
haunt her bed, he wants to snap
back; but he knows already. Mother would never tolerate this invasion of her personal
space. Formidable in her calm, terrifying in her fury, his mother would never allow his father this. His mother takes what she wants, when she wants it and even
his father�strong, mighty inu taiyoukai�bows
to her will.
His father�s claws scrape lightly over his skin, raising
goose bumps and agitating the nerves there with their tickling sensation. The
beginning of arousal stirs in his abdomen with a slow churning of something
that is almost excitement, almost nausea. Despite himself, Sesshoumaru
shivers.
�Hooo,�
his father purrs huskily in his ear. �Are
you awake my son?�
Sesshoumaru lays unresponsive for
a moment longer, squeezing his eyes shut as two hot, bitter tears trail down
his cheeks. Within that second, he allows himself to pretend he can wish it all
away. He fights the urge to pull the covers over his head and hide�but his
father is already between the sheets with him and there is no escape.
�Yes Father,� he answers obediently.
�Are you happy to see
me?� his father pants as his hand slips across Sesshoumaru�s
taunt, smooth abdomen.
�Yes Father,� he answers; his calm voice dead of all
emotion. He grits his teeth as his father�s cool fingers slither down to cup
his genitals.
�You lie,� his
father chastises him.
Sesshoumaru is silent; his entire
attention consumed by the control needed to keep his body from responding to
the gentle, pulling strokes of his father�s fingertips. It is a losing battle,
but he cannot help but try. He is able to resist�barely�and his father�s sound
of frustrated impatience is a small, grim victory that he will savor later when
he is once more alone.
His father presses against his side, throwing one long,
muscular leg over his son�s, and Sesshoumaru can feel
his father�s erection, hard and hot and twitching against his hip. He knows
intimately what it feels like, what it will
feel like, to have that thing inside
of him and he shivers again. His control weakens slightly as repulsive
anticipation stirs his arousal. His young body heats, a light flush overtaking
his usually pale skin, and his father�s purr of approval is lost amid Sesshoumaru�s own hungry, lusty growl as Sesshoumaru hardens within the encircling grip of his
father�s hand.
�My beautiful,
delicate flower,� his father growls deeply in his ear as he nips his son�s
neck.
�Fuck you!� Sesshoumaru
snarls back, his temper flaring as his passion ignites. �Sick perverted old geezer! I�m your SON!�
His father�s other hand whips out to lock in a controlling
grip around the back of neck of his offspring. Without compassion, his father
digs his claws into Sesshoumaru�s skin and drags his
son�s face a mere hair�s breathe away from his own.
�Such a dirty, dirty
mouth,� his father scolds him, but the underlying excitement in his voice
is impossible to miss.
Saliva gathers in Sesshoumaru�s
mouth, and he longs to spit it in his father�s smugly amused face, but he dares
not. He wishes nothing more than to rend his father�s body to pieces with his
poison claws; to cover himself in his sire�s blood and dance naked and
triumphant under the cold light of the austere moon.
His growl crescendos as he imagines the savage glory of
defeating his father and being the alpha male. His father�s fingers circle his
erection and squeeze, and Sesshoumaru�s arousal
crests within him as the stifled lust for blood flows into the carnal lust of
his body.
�Hate you!� Sesshoumaru snarls as his hips thrust into his father�s pumping
hand.
His father captures his mouth with his and Sesshoumaru returns his father�s kiss in a violent meeting
of teeth and tongue. The restraining hand at the base of his neck is no longer
necessary to force his compliance. Breaking away with a rough growl, Sesshoumaru sinks his claws into his father�s shoulders and
rolls on top of him, straddling his father�s hips as he rubs his erection
against his father�s.
His father chuckles huskily, allowing Sesshoumaru
the dominant position for a moment as he revels in his son�s fiery, passionate
response. With gentle fingers he cups Sesshoumaru�s
flushed face as his son grinds their erections together, brushing away the
forgotten tear trails on Sesshoumaru�s cheeks.
�You try so hard to be
like your mother,� Inu Taisho whispers as he
caresses his son�s face, �Icy and regal,
untouchable by all...but underneath you�re just like me, all fire and temper.�
�I�m nothing like
you!� Sesshoumaru grits out as he shifts
position, trying to find just the right friction to send him over the edge.
Upon hearing his son�s words, his father�s indulgent mood abruptly
sours. With a quick grab for his son�s neck, he flips them over so that the
slender length of his son�s supple young body is pinned beneath the hard
unforgiving weight of his. Nuzzling his son�s pointed ear, Inu
taisho rolls his hips slowly so that the large
thickness of his erection slides along the valley between Sesshoumaru�s
buttocks.
�Beg me!� he
rumbles in Sesshoumaru�s ear.
�Never!�
Sesshoumaru snarls back.
�Cry for me, like you
did the first time,� he purrs low and dangerous in his son�s ear, his claws
flexing in Sesshoumaru�s firm, muscular thighs.
�Go to hell!� Sesshoumaru grits out as his father�s claws rake down the
outside of his buttocks and thighs.
�Not until I�m old and
grey, little flower. Not until you can defeat me first,� his father
whispers with leisurely pleasure, his voice low and husky and rough like the
sword calluses on his large hands. With one large palm splayed across his son�s
lower back, he holds Sesshoumaru down easily as he
uses the first two fingers of his other hand to probe the delicate pucker of
his son�s anus. Coating the rosy, tender skin with a mixture of his son�s own
blood and semen, his father eases the tip of his index finger inside.
Sesshoumaru squirms under the
press of his father�s weight, futile struggles that he can no more suppress
than he can hide his obvious excitement. Much to his embarrassment, each of his
pants ends in a trembling, anxious sigh that reveals his equal parts impatience
and gut churning fear. His father is ten times stronger than he, and in the
heat of passion can just as easily tear him apart as a typhoon can shred a
butterfly. Unbidden, a tiny whimper of distress trickles from his throat as his
father continues his unhurried preparations behind him.
Wiggling the tips of his fingers, his father works their
long elegant length inside until with a wet, satisfactory schlep the clench of his son�s ass swallows them down to the
knuckles.
�Eager, aren�t we?�
his father chuckles thickly, an edgy, ravenous growl of threat and dominance
rumbling deep within his broad, bare, battle scarred chest.
Sesshoumaru can do nothing more
but bare his teeth in an expression of desperate defiance, his usually pale
skin almost translucent with his fright except for the bright blush of arousal
that stains his cheeks, his buttocks, and his erection. Against the creamy
marble of his skin, the bruised, plump redness of his lips is like the bloom of
a blood red rose and the crimson stain of his blood is like dark wine. The
crackled markings of his birthright flare with heat as the invisible embrace of
his father�s youki dances across his skin like whips
of lightening.
The impressive span of his father�s hands grip his slim
hips, dragging them upward until Sesshoumaru�s cheek
is pressed into the sheets. The unforgiving nudge of his father�s erection
against his tender flesh is enough to wring a strangled sob from Sesshoumaru as his claws shred the sheets.
�Brace yourself,� his father whispers in warning as his hands
clench and he begins to bear down, forcing himself inside.
�Please!� Sesshoumaru pleads blindly, whether in supplication or
protest he doesn�t know. �Please��
his voice breaks at the end with a sob, and tears sting his eyes as he burns
with humiliation at his own weakness.
The cadence of his father�s growl crescendos as the tip
slides inside, vibrating through Sesshoumaru�s young
body with the force of a base drum. The pain begins, a
slow building ache that is deceptively subtle, deceptively sweet. Sesshoumaru clenches his teeth, clenches his eyes shut, clenches his hands into fists as he feels the sensation increase.
His breath catches in a choked sob as his father�s hand tenderly cups his
balls, and his erection gives a traitorous twitch of approval as his father�s
expert caress brings him closer to climax.
�I can be good to you,
little flower; so good. Won�t you whimper for me?� his father purrs
enticingly as he coaxes Sesshoumaru�s erection into
an aching, throbbing hardness.
�Just like Mother?� Sesshoumaru spits out cruelly. The prick of his father�s
claws against his sensitive skin brings a hiss of pain through his teeth.
�She never whimpered
for me. Bitch.�
Sesshoumaru�s lips twist into an
ugly smile. �Good.�
�I will make you pay
for that, my son,� his father promises with cool retribution in his voice.
�You do anyways,� Sesshoumaru grits out as his father�s hips piston forward,
pinning him beneath the invasion of his father�s erection, �You can�t get it off unless you�ve got somebody else�s blood on your
dick. Mother won�t let you treat her
that way. She threw you out of her
bed when you couldn�t perform!�
�And so I come to
yours, my treacherous venom flower. Because you like the blood play as much as I,� Inu
Taisho whispers with sweet menace to his son.
�Liar!�
Sesshoumaru hisses defensively, his father�s insult
finding its mark exactly.
�Deny it all you like.
You cannot escape being like me any more than the sun can escape morning. Your
blood, my blood inside of you, will
always tell.�
�No!� Sesshoumaru howls as his father drags himself out of the
tight grip of his son�s ass.
�Yes,� his father
growls, punctuating his statement with a strong, sharp thrust.
�Never,� Sesshoumaru snarls as his body gives a low grunt in
protest, �I will surpass you and then I
will kill you. Your death will be the only
thing we have in common!�
�I will look forward
to your failures then, my son. Know that I will not hesitate to claim my
victor�s reward from your body,� Inu Taisho
counters smugly, his hips moving with smooth, deep thrusts as his fingers play
over the hardness of his son�s erection.
�I will kill you. Slowly. Every day for years to come,� Sesshoumaru swore between shallow pants, his body jerking
with each impact of his father�s hips. Beneath his father�s touch, his balls
tighten as the agonizing buildup of pleasure and pain threatens to implode into
orgasm.
�Hate you,� Sesshoumaru curses as his hips begin to pump in time with
his father�s, his erection cradled in the slick, sticky palm of his father�s
hand.
�Hate you so much,� he
swears thickly as the movement of his body shortens into quick ragged spasms,
the muscles of his groin clenched tight as a fist. With a rough, hoarse snarl
of derision and defiance, Sesshoumaru climaxes, the
hot spurt of his seed spattering to cover the lean, ribbed muscles of his
stomach and abdomen.
�Good boy,� his
father mocks him with pleased, condescending praise.
�Hate you,� Sesshoumaru responds distractedly as his erection twitches
and softens in his father�s hand.
�My turn,� Inu Taisho gloats as he shoves Sesshoumaru�s
front further down and angles his son�s ass higher in the air. Holding his
son�s hips in a bruising grip, he uses the long, powerful length of his battle
conditioned body to force himself farther, deeper inside.
�Yes!� his father
grits out as the heated friction drives him towards his own peek, the full
usage of his considerable strength going unnoticed as he uses his own son
brutally. Sesshoumaru�s pain filled, gasping whimpers
and the guttural, protesting grunts of his body fall like a soft counterpoint
to Inu Taisho�s harsh, chest deep pants. The pain
endures for what seems like forever to Sesshoumaru;
until he feels the telltale twitch of his father�s erection inside of him.
In a thick, burning rush, he feels his father cum inside of
him. One, two, three more jagged thrusts and his father is
done. Within his bruised and aching ass, Sesshoumaru
can feel the hot, slick, shivery wetness of his father�s seed.
His father releases him abruptly, pulling out of him as he
steps back and watches the limp, weak form of his son flop onto the ruined
futon. Smirking a fanged smile of gleeful, wicked
triumph, Inu Taisho steps around his son and kneels
by his face. He encircles his son�s face with one broad span of finger and
thumb, turning Sesshoumaru�s chin until his son�s
eyes meet his. He makes sure he has Sesshoumaru�s
attention before continuing.
�Play in your mother�s
garden for as long as you like, little flower. But until you prove to me that
you have worth as a warrior I will treat you like the rest of the bitches;
spread your legs and use you as such.�
Sesshoumaru�s lips curl into
beautiful, icy smile as his amber eyes harden to razor keen steel with hatred. �I�d rather �play� in my mother�s garden
than degrade myself to banging swords with you any day. Why should I come
begging to you when she is stronger? Bitch she may be, but she has you whipped
for sure.�
Sesshoumaru�s words wipe the smug
sneer from his father�s face. With a vicious, well aimed kick to his son�s
stomach, Inu Taisho stalks out of the dim room with
regal, deadly grace. Pausing at the door, he turns to face his son across the
room.
�I will tell her what
a disgrace I�ve made of her son if you so much as think of whining to her,� he
enunciates with slow, perfect and effective clarity.
�I won�t tell,� Sesshoumaru promises immediately as he struggles to prop
himself up on one elbow, �I don�t want to
share one bit of my revenge when I kill you slowly.�
�Harbor your
delusions, little flower, if they make you feel better,� his father laughs
sardonically as he steps through the door and starts to close it.
�Some
day,� Sesshoumaru vows, his young voice sweet and
dark and eerily frightening as the aura of his deadly, killing intent fills the
room.
Inu Taisho pauses for a fraction
of a second, his eyes meeting those of his offspring. The silence in the room
is breathlessly still as his father takes his threat seriously for the first
time. The older inu taiyoukai
does nothing to acknowledge his son�s words, but Sesshoumaru
knows that he heard them none the less.
He knows that his father will think on them in the near
future.
In the coming years, his father will see him as a threat.
And in the end, his father will bleed for all that he has
done.
Because Sesshoumaru
always keeps his promises.

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