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Red	By : LordYouko Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 15692 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
- 1
- 2
- 3
A/N: Big thank you to my reviewers sunnygirl1, Anon, kittenchild, kit-kat, Neptunesdemon, loverofyaoi for the encouragement. Readers’ response to the first few chapters makes or kill stories, at least for me.
Also thanks to all of you who took the time to read and/or rate this.
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Chapter 2
Early morning the next day found Inu no Taisho being shadowed by a determined Sesshoumaru.
Inu no Taisho had barely dismissed the court at noon, before his son was before him, waiting impatiently. The king of the West sighed, resigning himself to his son’s unrelenting attention till he fulfilled his promise.
Sesshoumaru waited impatiently, attention for once diverted from his studies and play alike. Taisho reminded him that the hanyou was still going to be there at the end of the day and that patience was a virtue but this time, Sesshoumaru didn’t think it was. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something very bad was going to happen if he didn’t go there immediately.
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In the slave-house, Inuyasha’s cage was opened and the unconscious delirious hanyou was yanked out.
A few swift kicks made the captors realise he wasn’t sleeping and that he wouldn’t be walking or even coming into consciousness any time soon. That meant having to carry him to the forest where he would be killed but the hanyou was light as a feather and they’d get paid extra for their added labour.
The taller of the two assistants, Goryuu, hefted him over his shoulder and made his way out the back door, accompanied by a smaller male, Daitou. The forest wasn’t that far off but it was good to get an early start and be out of there before the sun set. Who knew what creatures roamed there at night.
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The Lord of the West’s work could not be abandoned, notwithstanding Sesshoumaru’s glare, and it was almost evening by the time his carriage headed out to the slave-house.
The goat demon was rudely summoned by an urgent call from the store telling him that the king and the prince were once again in the store. In but a few minutes, he was there to wait on them.
“Welcome again, my Lord,” he greeted eagerly in his oily voice. “Did my Lord perhaps change his mind about one of the items in my store?”
Inu no Taisho stared imperiously down at him.
“We are here to purchase the hanyou.”
The store owner froze, staring uncomprehendingly at the king.
Inu no Taisho frowned, snapping him out of his daze. He bowed low, hoping his rudeness would be overlooked. “O-of course, my Lord. I will have him cleaned and brought to the palace right away – ”
Sesshoumaru’s eyes narrowed; he had sensed the spike in fear and anxiety in the demon’s scent and knew he was trying to hide something.
“We will take him now,” Sesshoumaru spoke up, with all the authority of the King’s son. The goat demon shot him one look of pure hatred, then broke out into a cold sweat as he felt Taisho’s eyes on him.
“B-but my Lord, he is filthy! We will give him a good bath and – ”
“What did my son just say?” Taisho interrupted, his voice deadly soft. “Are you disobeying your prince?” The other man trembled under his implacable gaze.
“I beg your forgiveness, my King. I-I will bring him right out.”
“Lead the way,” Sesshoumaru said, holding his gaze steadily. The goat demon looked like he was about to pass out, but he shuffled towards the interior of the store none the less.
On looking at the hanyou in the cage, it immediately became apparent why the goat demon had not wanted them to come in and see this.
It was empty.
“What is the meaning of this?” Taisho demanded.
The goat demon feigned surprise. “I assure you, I have no idea, my Lord. Perhaps someone bought him after I left for home. I will get to the bottom of this immediately.”
He hollered for his assistants and the only remaining one scurried out hurriedly and bowed to the two Lords.
“Where’s the hanyou?” the goat demon demanded, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and yanking him up.
The assistant, who was not very bright, trembled and looked from him to Taisho in confusion. “Y-you said to take him to the forest to kill him if no one bought him by the end of the day...Goryuu and Daito took him earlier –” He whimpered as the goat demon slapped him.
“Lies!” he bellowed. “I did not give any such order! I would never –”
“Where is he?” Taisho interrupted evenly, letting him know that his dramatics were not fooling anyone.
The goat demon whimpered. “I – I honestly don’t know, my Lord –”
Inu no Taisho felt the spike of distress in his son’s youki and he levelled incensed eyes at the sycophantic goat demon. The cold blade of the king’s sword pressed against the trembling goat demon’s throat before the other could blink.
“Where. is. he.”
The whimpering man dropped to his knees. “It’s nearly sunset. He must be dead by now, my Lord, I –”
Sesshoumaru didn’t wait to hear any more, but took off out the door in the direction of the forest.
Inu no Taisho stood frozen, staring in shock after the small white blur that had been his son. A moment later, he swore and drove his sword into the goat demon’s neck, before taking off after Sesshoumaru.
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Sesshoumaru had never moved so fast in his entire life. Huts and trees skimmed past in a blur before him and in no time at all, he was flying above the forest. It didn’t take much of an effort to follow the hanyou’s scent; it was ripe with blood, distress, and illness.
He didn’t have to try and remember it from the day before either.The scent of Inuyasha’s tears had still been fresh in the cage. ___________________________________________________________________________
A little way inside the forest, Goryuu, the larger of the two demons, came to stop and dropped the unconscious hanyou unceremoniously onto the forest floor. A sharp rock gouged into his side as he fell and Inuyasha momentarily regained consciousness from the stabbing pain.
He was feverish and shivering; his body and face were covered in purpling bruises. One of his eyes was black and almost shut where the goat demon had kicked him. The vision in his one good eye was blurred but he could make out the blood thirsty grins on the faces of the two demons and the killing intent in their eyes.
Fear clouded the child’s face, eyes wide with terror as he looked at his soon to be killers. The adrenaline rushing through his body from the fear gave him the strength and he made a last-ditch attempt to escape. But his trembling arms only had the strength to sit up slightly.
His life flashed before his eyes.
- a garden full of flowers –
– his mother’s face –
-being wrenched from her arms –
- her blood as they killed her –
- being taken away from his home-town –
- dusty hot days and cold nights as they travelled West-
- grinning faces of the men who paid for him –
- the boy with the golden eyes turning away –
His eyes barely registered as the larger one hefted his crude weapon and walked towards him. The blade of the weapon, nicked and dulled from being used on crops in the field, glinted dully in the last sunlight of the day. Inuyasha took a deep breath – maybe his last – and closed his eyes.
The blow he had expected didn’t come. Instead, there was a pained snarl and the noise of a scuffle. Inuyasha opened his eyes.
Sesshoumaru withdrew his hand from where he had struck Goryuu’s neck from the sky like an eagle and wrenched the spine off. With a loud thud, the large demon’s body landed in a heap on the ground and Sesshoumaru flicked the blood from his fingers.
Daitou stared in stunned surprise at his comrade’s body and his face twisted in hatred towards his assassin.
“Why you little brat!” he hissed, stalking towards him.
He had taken no more than two steps towards Sesshoumaru before he found a tanto buried in his heart. He hadn’t seen Sesshoumaru move.
Making sure they were both dead, Sesshoumaru turned to the hanyou. He was lying prone on the forest floor, unconscious. In an instant, Sesshoumaru was at his side and had propped him up gently against his knee. He was burning with fever and his breaths came in short, shallow gasps.
“Inuyasha,” he whispered, tracking one triangular puppy ear with a bloody claw. Inuyasha didn’t stir but the ear under his claw flickered.
“You are not allowed to die,” Sesshoumaru told him. “You belong to me now and I say you won’t die so you can’t.”
He had barely lifted up the worryingly light hanyou in his arms when the trees parted and Inu no Taisho landed unceremoniously on the forest floor with a deafening crash. His eyes quickly darted from the two dead demons to his son and the hanyou. Sesshoumaru didn’t appear injured in any way; he couldn’t smell his son’s blood.
With relief that was almost palpable, Taisho strode forward and smacked his son and heir upside the head. “Don’t you ever do that to me again,” he growled, torn between worry and pride. “Forests are dangerous, especially at night, and haven’t I taught you what it can mean to confront an enemy without knowing their strength?”
“I’m not sorry,” Sesshoumaru said stubbornly, glaring up at him. “Waiting for you all day almost cost me my Inuyasha.”
Taisho looked away guiltily and held out his hand.
“Come. We must get him to the healers.”
Sesshoumaru looked distrustfully at the extended hand and clutched the hanyou tighter against his chest. Refusing to relinquish the trembling bundle in his arms, Sesshoumaru took to the air.
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At the healers’, Inu no Taisho and Sesshoumaru waited outside as the best healers worked on the unconscious hanyou.
“It was a good kill,” Taisho told Sesshoumaru quietly after a moment. “It is the first time you have ever accosted two grown youkai by yourself.”
Sesshoumaru looked away. He knew he would have been afraid if he’d stopped to think about it. But all he’d thought of was stopping the beast from killing his hanyou. The first kill had been over before he knew it and the second had been much weaker.
“I had the advantage of surprise,” Sesshoumaru said finally. “I do not know if I could have beaten him in a fair fight.”
Taisho smiled. “That was a fair fight. A fight between youkai does not get any more just. Remember this.”
Sesshoumaru nodded.
After what seemed like an interminable time to Sesshoumaru, the chief healer stepped out to meet them.
“He should be ok,” she said, glancing worriedly from Inu no Taisho to Sesshoumaru, “Provided he gets plenty of rest and is allowed time to heal.”
“It is of no consequence,” Taisho assured her. “Just make sure he is well.”
The healer relaxed visibly and smiled. “Of course, my Lord. I have drugged him for now so that his body can heal itself without further stress. The effects should wear off in 24 hours and we will see the rate at which he heals.”
“May I see him?” Sesshoumaru asked in a small voice, ineffectually trying to hide his worry.
The healer wisely pretended not to hear the tension in his voice and nodded. “Yes, as long as you do not move him or disrupt his rest in any way.”
Sesshoumaru nodded, walking into the curtained room.
Inuyasha lay on the bed, eye and head covered in bandages. The rest of his body was hidden from view but it was apparent that he had been given a bath. His hair was freshly washed and still wet. The claws on his hands and toes were properly trimmed and cleaned of dirt. Healers had made sure to remove all traces of dirt and germs from him before he brought in any diseases.
Sesshoumaru stared at his face, wishing he could see his eyes once again, knowing it was not possible for the moment. He had never seen anyone look so vulnerable in their sleep. Despite the drugs, Inuyasha’s breathing was laboured; Sesshoumaru could hear it, along with his uneven heartbeat.
“You will not die,” he repeated, placing his hand on the hanyou’s forehead once, before stepping away.
Inuyasha did not move, did not respond. After staring at the deathly still figure for a moment, he stepped back outside and joined his father.
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Inuyasha felt cold.
He could feel warm blankets covering him, firm, gentle hands doing something to his body, sharp things pricking his arms, but he no longer had the strength or the will to fight. The place where he was laid now was warm but the cold was inside him, and instinctively, Inuyasha knew it would claim him soon.
His mind faltered, flowing uncertainly between the past and present.
Days of going with stale food and dirty water till he was given to the slave-house. Then days of no food at all, living in the cold, damp, dark place. Then the beating he took and watching the prince walk away; it was all too much for his body and mind and Inuyasha looked forward to the blessed silence that lay inside the cold, at the heart of it.
He dreamt the prince had come to rescue him from his killers and knew he could not bear to wake up in a reality where the dream was not true.
Every part of his body hurt; he couldn’t move. Even so, he could feel his heart racing, beating frantically to keep him alive; he knew it would soon give out. The eye where they had beaten him throbbed; he was terrified he would live and be blinded in one eye. His stomach cramped and roiled, threatening to empty its contents. Every muscle ached and underlying everything was the cold.
Inuyasha hoped it would all end soon and knew that it would; he could feel it getting closer as his heart beat faster and faster.
You are not allowed to die.
A warm, soft weight was on his head, and that pleasant, intoxicating scent. Whose voice was that? He didn’t know, but he could not help obeying it. The cold inside him wavered, receded.
You belong to me now.
He remembered strong arms around him, remembered being warm, pressed against a strongly beating heart.
Inuyasha felt his own heart beat slow, felt breaths come easier. It was ok, everything was ok. Inuyasha belonged to him now and he did not want Inuyasha to die. Inuyasha didn’t know what he wanted to do with him yet but he didn’t want him to die, so he couldn’t. He had to stay alive.
The warm presence near him receded, moving further and further away but the voice remained, echoing in his ears and the warmth on his forehead that was spreading through his boy.
You belong to me.
Inuyasha slept.
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Twenty four hours later, the healer was pleased with her charge’s progress; the hanyou’s fever had broken and he was on his way to recovery. The worst of the wounds on his body had healed at least partially; they no longer bled. As far as she could tell, his internal injuries had healed as well.
A report was sent to Inu no Taisho to inform him that the hanyou was doing well, which he passed on to Sesshoumaru during training. During the next seven days, Inu no Taisho and Sesshoumaru were gratified to hear of Inuyasha’s gradual recovery.
During that time, Sesshoumaru caught up on the studies and training he had missed in the process of getting Inuyasha. There were at least a few more weeks before Lady Tsukiko would arrive and his training had to be up to the mark.
On the eighth day after Inuyasha’s arrival into the castle, Sesshoumaru returned to his chambers after training with his father and found Inuyasha kneeling on the floor. He was dressed in simple grey haori and hakama – the clothes given to him when he was released from the hospital to replace his dirty, tattered rags. Although he looked a little more civilised, his cheeks were still gaunt and eyes tired.
The half-demon felt grateful to be alive and given a place to live. He didn’t exactly look forward to finding out that his saviour was some spoiled, bratty princeling but he couldn’t deny the excitement in the pit of his stomach at the thought of seeing him again.
Inuyasha looked up as the doors to the chambers opened soundlessly. His eyes widened.
Sesshoumaru was covered from head to toe in dirt. There was caked blood on his chest and a small trickle of blood ran down his forehead. As he walked closer, Inuyasha could see his hands were calloused and raw, like from a burn but bloodier. A large bloody gash was visible on his thigh and upper arm.
Without thinking, he got off his knees and moved towards the demon Lord.
“You’re hurt,” he said, shocked, puppy ears flickering nervously. He moved close to him so that the other boy could lean on him if needed; he didn’t like he was in any condition to walk on his own.
Sesshoumaru shook his head, walking forward with barely a wince. “Training,” he replied succinctly. “Are you better now?”
Inuyasha nodded, blushing as he remembered what the healer had told him – that Lord Sesshoumaru had brought him to the healer’s in his arms, delirious and on the verge of death. A traitorous part of him reminded him that Sesshoumaru had left him first, but he squashed that part.
“Thank you for everything, Sesshoumaru-sama,” he said, bowing low.
Grabbing Inuyasha’s now clean, well-groomed hair with his dirt-caked hand, Sesshoumaru raised his head up to meet his eyes. Once again, he miscalculated the force it would take to pull him up and Inuyasha’s head was jerked back painfully.
Sesshoumaru loosened the hold on his hair but didn’t let him go entirely, content to be able to stare into those eyes that had remained closed for too long, and irresistible puppy ears that slicked back submissively. “You belong to me now,” he told Inuyasha. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Inuyasha felt his cheeks grow hot and his ears perked up without his consent, even as Sesshoumaru released him and headed to his personal hot springs attached to his chambers to bathe. Those words...would he ever tire of hearing those words?
Inuyasha hesitated in the demon Lord’s chambers wondering what to do till he returned. He decided to just follow him and retraced his steps to the hot springs.
A short distance later, Inuyasha found himself at the mouth of large, luxurious hot springs. He could make out Sesshoumaru’s silhouette behind the steam, being bathed by 3 servants.
He hesitated outside the door, unsure if he should enter, then decided to just walk and risk punishment. He would never learn the rules of his new home if he was so afraid, after all.
Sesshoumaru turned his head as a small head with puppy ears peeked out the screen door. Then he frowned as the puppy turned bright red and withdrew in a flash. He could hear Inuyasha’s heart thundering in his chest.
“You may come in,” he called, hoping to reassure the hanyou if he was frightened. But his scent didn’t smell like fear. It was something else…something heavier. He couldn’t put his finger on it.
Inuyasha went rigid behind the screen and then steeled himself as he was ordered to enter. Keeping his eyes resolutely on the floor, he slowly stepped out from behind the screen. The first image he got was of hard muscled chest and shapely arms. There was the soft swishing sound of one of the servants gently washing out his long hair and another soaping his upper body and back.
A sudden image of himself in the servant’s place flashed in his head and Inuyasha shook his head frantically, trying to dislodge sinful thoughts from his head. The prince would surely think him a disgusting pervert and send him away if he came to know of his impure thoughts.
Sesshoumaru looked doubtfully at the hanyou and wondered if he was having some sort of a fit. Was this behaviour normal? Perhaps it was normal for hanyou. In any case, he didn’t seem to be in any pain.
A sudden splash of water made Inuyasha instinctively raise his eyes, something which he instantly regretted as he was greeted with a fully naked Sesshoumaru standing on one of the rocks. He whirled around completely to keep his traitorous eyes in control, before he saw something he would never be able to forget.
“I-I’ll wait outside,” he squeaked and ran as fast as his legs would carry him. Sesshoumaru stared at the spot where the hanyou had just stood, then looked at his servants in wonder. They had hands covering their mouths, suspiciously as though they were hiding smiles. Sesshoumaru shook his head and decided he didn’t want to know.
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By the time Sesshoumaru walked out of the hot springs wearing a plain yukata, Inuyasha was already in his room, kneeling next to his bed once again. The soft carpet of the room was softer than any bed he’d ever had and he couldn’t help squirming a bit, though he knew good manners dictated that servants be as still as possible.
“Are you alright?” Sesshoumaru asked carefully. Inuyasha nodded miserably, face turning red again. Sesshoumaru decided to ignore the downright weird behaviour and opened a cupboard, pulling out the box of bandages.
Inuyasha immediately got up, and went over to him. Sesshoumaru went over to sit on a raised cushioned seat by the window and Inuyasha knelt down next to him. All the kneeling was making him feel a little ridiculous, especially since Sesshoumaru was already slightly taller than him, but from what little time he’d spent with slavers, he’d been told this is how he was supposed to behave.
“Can I help?” he asked, looking at the bandages and holding out his hand.
Sesshoumaru glanced down at him and handed over the box. Inuyasha unrolled a long piece and with a practiced hand, began to tie it around the wound on Sesshoumaru’s calf. The demon Lord watched in surprise as he tied it off perfectly and began to tear another strap from the roll.
“Where did you learn to do that?” he asked, as Inuyasha began tying it around the small gash on his arm.
“I worked with a miko for a little bit,” Inuyasha told him. “She taught me a little about dressing wounds and herbs that make healing quicker. Does Sesshoumaru-sama have any of those?”
The demon Lord shook his head. “Papa says I must let the wounds heal by themselves.”
Inuyasha nodded. The wound around his chest was already bandaged. The one on his head seemed to be almost healed already. He finished his task and put away the bandages neatly in their box and went over to the cupboard where he’d seen Sesshoumaru take them out, and put them back.
Sesshoumaru looked outside the window and saw that the sun was ready to set.
“Come. It is almost time for dinner.”
Inuyasha obediently got up and followed him out the doors.
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The dining hall was a huge affair, with crystal chandeliers and opulent lights. The room did not have any windows and it was so cleverly lit that it was impossible to tell what time of the day it was; it could be midnight and it would still look like mid noon here.
There was a huge table around which rich-looking youkai say. Inuyasha stared in wonderment; he was still getting used to the tall furniture in this palace. Where he came from, people slept on futons and sat down on the floor to it, with low table reserved for writing and things. In Sesshoumaru’s room there was a tall, huge bed and a raised seats and now there was this – dinner on table and chairs. Next to many of these chairs, other youkai knelt on the floor with their heads bowed respectfully. There were two chairs at the head of the table – for Taisho and Tsukiko – and both were empty; the rest of the hall was full, with nobles, and highborn males and females. Sesshoumaru made his way to the right of Taisho’s place and took his seat. Inuyasha looked around at the youkai on the floor in surprise; but reminded himself in time to keep his mouth closed and knelt on the floor next to him, like he saw the others do.
Taisho entered. Inuyasha looked around in panic as the youkai moved in one fluid movement – the nobles sitting in the chairs rose to their feet and the youkai on the floor bowed low, touching their forehead to the floor. He hastened to bring his hands together in front of him and bow down low. Taisho sat first, followed by Sesshoumaru, and everyone else sat after them.
Food was brought in immediately on silver platters and served to the guests. The meal commenced upon Taisho’s signal and light, casual conversation broke out all over the table as the ceremonies ended and it was time to enjoy dinner.
Inuyasha watched as some of the guests idly threw scraps of food at the slaves without looking down, and the slaves eagerly snapped it up. He waited for Sesshoumaru to do the same.
When no food was offered, he looked up anxiously. Sesshoumaru had not touched his plate. He had instead spent his time carefully creating a smaller plate with neat portions of all the food items offered on the table. This smaller plate, he bent down to hand over to Inuyasha, who stared at him in open-mouthed surprise and accepted it in silence. Thereafter, Sesshoumaru stacked his own plate and began to eat.
Taisho discreetly watched in silence and pride.
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“Thanks for the meal,” Inuyasha said softly, head bowed, after they had returned to his chambers.
“Not everyone has poor manners like those idiots from papa’s court,” Sesshoumaru told him, going over to one of the cupboards and reaching for his study material, knowing Inuyasha had seen the way the others treated their servants. “It is a sign of their low birth that they do not know to respect food.”
Inuyasha stared in bemused horror at the fat books and paper Sesshoumaru began pulling out.
“Wh-what are you doing, Master?” he stammered, hoping he was allowed to ask questions.
Sesshoumaru didn’t seem to mind as he carefully carried the books over to a low table and sat down on a cushion, quill in hand.
“It’s for my lessons tomorrow,” Sesshoumaru told him. “I must complete my work before I learn further.”
Inuyasha watched in fascination as Sesshoumaru carefully copied out words from the book in what would, in a few years, be elegant, exquisite writing.
The room was silent for an hour as Sesshoumaru worked without looking up and Inuyasha watched him. At the end of the hour, Sesshoumaru closed the book with a satisfied look on his face and began to put the material away.
“Do you have lessons every day?” Inuyasha asked, watching him carefully stack the books and scrolls.
“No, only four days a week,” Sesshoumaru answered, shutting the cupboard door and opening a bag.
“You may undress for bed, Inuyasha,” he said over his shoulder as he placed some of the books and quills into the bag.
Behind him, Inuyasha froze. “U-undress?” he asked carefully.
Sesshoumaru put the bag into another cupboard and shut the door, turning to face him. “Yes.”
Inuyasha looked at him blankly as Sesshoumaru began to undo his intricate obi and the ties of his hakama.
He snapped out of his daze when Sesshoumaru stepped out of the clothes and headed for the bed, stark naked. Inuyasha’s eyes widened and he looked away quickly till the demon Lord was sagely under the covers.
“Y-you want me to take my clothes off?” he asked in a small voice.
Sesshoumaru looked at him curiously from under the blankets. “Do you sleep in your clothes?”
Doesn’t everyone? Inuyasha wanted to ask, but he didn’t.
“Yes,” he answered instead, relief flowing through him as Sesshoumaru shrugged. “I only have night clothes for the winter. I will have some ordered for you tomorrow. You may change into a yukata in the meantime, if you like.”
Taking his clothes off. In front of Sesshoumaru. Um.
“I-I’ll just sleep in these, if that’s alright,” Inuyasha squeaked, ducking onto the carpeted floor and lying down on his side with his back facing the demon Lord so that his bright red face wouldn’t be visible, and also so that he wouldn’t look up and accidentally see something perilous. The carpet under him was soft and warm and heavenly and he wriggled slightly to get comfortable in his new favourite bed. He couldn’t imagine the demon Lord’s bed being any more comfortable than this.
There was a light thump and a small weight landed on him. Inuyasha looked up to find the soft blanket and pillow Sesshoumaru had thrown at him.
A muffled “thank you” reached Sesshoumaru, presumably from under the pillow that the strange hanyou had apparently placed over his head instead of under it. Sesshoumaru smiled to himself in the dark and fell asleep.
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A/N: Something new for you ^.^ Inuyasha is the perv for once, instead of Sess (in his cute, uke way, of course). I’m currently writing the chapter where somewhere in the future, Sess asks Taisho about the birds and the bees. *is laughing my ass off at the thought of a thoroughly horrified Taisho*
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