AfterShock

Inutaicho sat in the room with his street generals as they gave their reports. He kept eye contact with each general as they spoke, but he wasn't really listening. Shikamaru stood against the wall to his right, his bored expression firmly in place as he smoked his cigarette. To everyone in the room he was nothing more than a lazy second in command, but Inutaicho knew the man was analyzing every piece of information, thinking through hundreds of ways to solve any potential problems. To call him a strategical genius was a serious understatement, the man had the ability to predict nearly every outcome and plan accordingly. It wasn't often he was taken by surprise, but it did happen.

With Shikamaru in the room Inutaicho didn't feel so guilty about letting his mind drift. He could feel his son's demonic energy as Inuyasha paced in his office. He knew why his son was here but he really wanted to avoid that particular conversation today, or any other day for that matter. However, Inuyasha would not give up easily, he would hunt his father down until he had satisfied his need for answers. Maybe he should just go into the office and get this over with, no matter how badly he wanted to run.

The last general sat down drawing his thoughts away from his problems to the present. The room quieted as Inutaicho looked to Shikamaru to see if he saw any issues that needed addressed. The man gave a subtle shake of his head. Giving a nod to the shadow ninja, Inutaicho looked back to the men, "It seems all is well for now. However, as many of you may have heard, I have dealt Zaraki and his man Itachi a bitter blow this week. I want you to keep an eye and ear out for all activities from both Zaraki and Itachi's men. Report in to Shikamaru with the tiniest of details."

"Are you expecting retaliation?"

"Most definitely." Inutaicho answered.

"My Lord," A general with fiery orange hair said, "I might have something for you."

Inutaicho waived his hand for the young man to continue. "I am currently in a relationship with someone who works in close proximity to Kenpachi Zaraki. She told me that Itachi was demoted yesterday."

Inutaicho smiled as he watched Shikamaru frown, it seemed that was not in his equations. "Do you know what the reason was for the demotion?"

"She heard that Itachi wanted to come for Lord Inutaicho and Lord Sesshomaru. Kenpachi Zaraki told Itachi that he was to back down and Itachi refused. My girlfriend said that she heard Itachi even tried to attack Zaraki. It was after Itachi left that the whole of Zaraki's organization was informed Itachi had been demoted to street general status."

Shikamaru looked at Inutaicho, brows drawn down, "Is there anything else?"

"No sir."

Inutaicho could see Shikamaru's mind running at mind numbing speeds, after barely ten seconds he looked up at the orange haired general, "Very well, if your girlfriend is willing, ask her if she would keep us updated on the situation from Zaraki's end."

The general nodded his agreement and Shikamaru looked around at the other generals, "Keep a close eye on Itachi's men in particular. Zaraki may have backed down, but Itachi is not a man who will do as his master dictates."

The all barked a yes sir.

Inutaicho nodded then dismissed his men. One by one they stood and left the room, but Inutaicho was looking down at the table with a frown. Why now? What had caused Zaraki to demote Itachi?

"My Lord." Shikamaru said as he dropped into the chair beside him. "It seems things may not be as we have thought."

"I agree." Inutaicho looked up at his second in command, "From what I had heard, Zaraki was nothing more than Itachi's puppet. What I want to know is how the puppet cut his strings. What gave Zaraki the courage to finally push Itachi away?"

"I really hate not knowing all the details." Shikamaru said as he dropped his head back, "I need to head out and see if I can find out what is going on."

"I would expect nothing less from you." Inutaicho said with a smile. Shikamaru smirked as he stood and headed for the door.

Inutaicho let out a long sigh as he stood, his mind returning to his current situation, Inuyasha. Gritting his teeth he decided to just get it over with. His son would most likely screech at him about his philandering ways and not telling him he had more siblings. Hell, he hadn't even known until this week, but his hanyo son would not accept that as an excuse. What really worried him was how many people Inuyasha would tell. Inutaicho needed to express the importance of keeping this a secret for now. There were too many individuals mending from serious trauma to introduce something like this.

Leaving the room, Inutaicho was so lost in thought he didn't notice Kimimaro until the man grabbed him by the wrist and yanked him into a room. He was about to open his mouth to tell his assassin that he had decided to talk to his son, but Kimimaro shushed him. Brows raised, Inutaicho looked down on Kimimaro as he stood by the door, ear pressed to the wooden surface. A smile crossed his lips as he realized the man was going to help him escape his son's wrath no matter what.


Inuyasha kept pacing his father's office, waiting as patiently as he could for the meeting to end. It felt like hours, days even, but as he looked at the clock he knew barely thirty minutes had passed. He was nearly growling as another thirty minutes slid by without any movement from his father. Then as he was about to storm down the hall and interrupt the meeting, he felt his father's demonic energy flow down the hall and stop not far from the door. Inuyasha's teeth clinched tight in frustration as he felt his father's energy disappear completely. Rushing to the door, he jerked it open. No one was in the hall, "Damn it Kimimaro."

The assassin had helped his father escape and in that moment Inuyasha had the answer he came here for. Sephiroth's brothers were in fact his half-brothers. Turning to the empty office, Inuyasha felt his fierce anger dissipate some. He also realized if his father was reluctant to tell him, there were some complications regarding the boys. Pulling out his cell phone, Inuyasha decided on another tactic. His father would most likely have turned off his phone, so, Inuyasha sent a quick text to his father. Looking around the empty hallway, Inuyasha turned and left the Yokai den. He may not be a patient hanyo, but he would wait. For now.


Inutaicho closed his eyes to focus on his his hearing, listening to all the sounds around him and filtering out the ones that had little importance. It was slightly difficult do to the fact Kimimaro had dragged him into one of the suppressor rooms. A room specifically designed to keep demonic power in. He heard the slight sound of Inuyasha cursing Kimimaro, then a faint rustle of fabric followed by silence. He was about to grind his teeth in frustration when he heard his son's footsteps moving down the hallway away from them. Opening his eyes, Inutaicho looked down at Kimimaro. He was leaning against the cream colored door, ear pressed to its surface and his eyes closed. Inutaicho wanted to reach out and touch his beautiful face but knew if he did so, he would be unable to stop himself. Being so close to this man was hard on him, but he had to endure it. Clutching his hands into fists, Inutaicho waited until emerald eyes opened and turned to him.

Kimimaro turned to his demon lord when he couldn't hear Inuyasha anymore, only then realizing he was finally alone with Lord Inutaicho. Amber eyes stared at him expectantly as he leaned against the door. "He is gone."

"I thank you." Lord Inutaicho said quietly but made no move towards the door. After a moment of silence he finally asked, "Is there anything else?"

Kimimaro fought a blush as he remembered his demon lord's hands on his body. The memory days old but still so powerful. Reaching up he brushed some hair behind his ear. He had never in his life tried to pursue someone, he never had the desire to. His lord was always in his heart but untouchable. Lowering his head, he shook it. Stepping away from the door, Kimimaro turned to open it but was surprised when the door refused to move. Looking up he saw his lords clawed hand holding it shut as Lord Inutaicho's body crowded his without touching. "Tell me what bothers you."

"I...." He faltered. He had confessed to his lord, they had shared a moment before being rudely interrupted. He knew not to expect more, but it didn't stop the want.

"Days ago..." He swallowed hard, "In your office..." He turned around to look up at his lord. "Why have you not tried to finish?"

His lords hand found his cheek and a sigh that sound so full of pain escaped his lords mouth, "You want the truth?"

Kimimaro nodded.

"Did you know that demons have one being that can complete them. A destined mate." His thumb ran along Kimimaro's bottom lip as his eyes followed its progression, "You are mine, but you are still so young."

Kimimaro's eyes closed from those words, words that filled his heart to the brim and brought joy to his world.

"It is torture to stand here not touching you." His lord's voiced pain vibrated through him.

"Than touch me." Kimimaro whispered as he drew his lords thumb into his mouth.
Inutaicho held in a breath as Kimimaro's eyes opened, emerald eyes bathed with such a powerful lust as the mans hot mouth surrounded his thumb. "You know not what you ask for. I could hurt you. Demon mating can be intense with younger ones, but in demons my age, it can be savage. Near primal."

Kimimaro's delicate hands touched his chest as his mouth pulled off his finger with a loud pop. "I understand."

Those two breathlessly uttered words were the final straw. A growl rumbled through his chest as Inutaicho surged forward to claim Kimimaro's mouth. Hands already gripping the assassins ass and lifting him to slam the slender body into the door. Inutaicho tried desperately to hold onto some control as he plundered Kimimaro's mouth. Pulling away he grit his teeth, his fangs piercing the flesh in his mouth. With his voice low and raspy from the demonic power surging through his veins, he hissed, "Not here."

Dropping Kimimaro onto his feet, he jerked the assassin away from the door and opened it with far more force than was needed. The hinges groaned from the force as one pulled from the wall. It didn't faze Inutaicho as he pulled Kimimaro through the opening and down the hallway. Members of the Yokai stepped out of their Lord's path as he stormed down the hall with his hand wrapped around Kimimaro's wrist. The Yokai looked at his lord with fear then their gazes turned to him in sympathy. He could hear some of them whispering, asking what he had done to piss the Yokai lord off. Little did they know it wasn't anger. Kimimaro felt a blush heat his face from the knowledge of what really had the demon lord dragging him through the den.

Reaching the end of the hall, Inutaicho kicked the door open, sending it rocketing into the building across the empty back lot. Pulling Kimimaro close, Lord Inutaicho wrapped an arm around his waist and jumped high into the air. They bounded from rooftop to rooftop, the fast pace making Kimimaro slightly dizzy, until the landed on a balcony of a highrise apartment building. The sliding glass door was already open when they landed and Lord Inutaicho pulled him quickly into the apartment before tossing him onto the bed.

He had barely settled when his lord was on him, hands tearing his cloths from his body. Kimimaro didn't fight it. Instead his hands searched out the buttons of his lords shirt, searching for bare flesh to run his hands over. His mouth was covered, devoured as his lord bared him. Lord Inutaicho pulled away drawing an irritated noise from Kimimaro as he sat up. A deep growl resonated through his body, as eyes, glowing a feral red, looked down at him. Dropping his arms to the bed on either side of his head, Kimimaro bared his neck, instinct driving him now as his breathing speed up.

Inutaicho couldn't think past the red haze now dominating his mind, a ruthless need to stamp his mark on the man laying below him. Swooping down, he began to lick, nip and run his nails along his whimpering mates flesh. The metallic taste of blood entered his mouth as he worked his way down the pale body. Grasping the legs of his mate, Inutaicho pushed his them up until his mates twitching hole was before him.

Kimimaro bit his lip as his lord's mouth descended on his entrance. The wicked tongue and lips driving him insane from the pleasure. He gasped and whined as his lord worked him over.

Then Lord Inutaicho's mouth was gone and his world was spinning as he was flipped onto his stomach. Kimimaro looked over his shoulder as his lords mouth descended onto his flesh again. Teeth puncturing his skin, as clawed hands gripped his hips pulling him to his knees. There had been no real preparation, nothing to ease the way, but Kimimaro didn't care. He needed to feel his lord inside him, needed to feel his lord completely dominate him. He nearly bit through his lip as his lord surged forward, the pain was so very intense. Tears filled his eyes with every powerful thrust of his lord's cock within his body. A clawed hand released his hip and grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling him up until his back was flush against Lord Inutaicho's. His lord's other arm wrapped around his waist, holding him tight as he pulled nearly from his body. Kimimaro let out a scream as his lord surged into him again, Lord Inutaicho's cock was driving into something inside of him, something that sent sparks through his body reawakening his softened cock. Another powerful thrust drove an even louder cry from his mouth as his hands gripped Lord Inutaicho's wrists.

Kimimaro fought the onslaught of the powerful emotions burning through his vein's. He felt like he was on fire, his lungs struggled to pull in enough air, his vision began to go fuzzy, and then it happened. Lord Inutaicho bit down on his shoulder. It wasn't like the others, this one was deep and filled with so much power. He could feel it pouring into his body, filling him. With a hoarse cry, he let go, spraying the bed sheets in his release. His world spun again as he landed on his back and Lord Inutaicho entered him again, not even loosing his rhythm.

Gripping the sheets in his hands, Kimimaro's orgasm kept surging through his body. Tears ran down his cheeks as he tried to breath, but his lungs refused to work. His blurry eyes remained on his lord as he knelt between his legs, his flawless body covered in sweat and his red eyes burning into his soul.

A powerful hand wrapped around his spent cock, stroking it, bringing it back to painful life. He couldn't hold back the cries of pleasure as his lord surged into his body over and over again, changing his position every so often.

Every cry, every deep moan sent pleasure rocketing through Inutaicho's blood, heating his already burning body. His mates body was a perfect blend of strength and beauty. Deep inside he knew he shouldn't be doing this, that he could really hurt his mate, but he couldn't stop now. His demonic side was reigning supreme, consuming him. The sweet taste of Kimimaro's blood filled his mouth over and over again as he marked his mate. Nails found no resistance as they pierced the pale flesh below him.

Kimimaro's body felt heavy as his lord controlled him, flipping him, moving him however Lord Inutaicho wanted. Arms laying like lead on the sheets beside his head, Kimimaro could barely voice his pleasure anymore. It felt like days since they had entered this room, days of pleasure that were robbing him of his mind, his life. He couldn't even muster up enough strength to wrap his legs around his lords waist as his body was rocked with powerful thrusts.

The growls coming from his lord gained in volume and Kimimaro almost whimpered at the thought this was almost over. He didn't know if he was grateful his lord was nearing his release or if he didn't want this to end. All he knew was his body was heating, trying to build itself up for another release, one that would top the rest. His lord's hand wrapped around the back of his neck, pulling him up into Lord Inutaicho's lap until Kimimaro's face was near his lords chest.

"Bite." Lord Inutaicho growled. Kimimaro looked up into those blazing eyes, "Now!"

Without another thought, Kimimaro sunk his teeth into his lords chest, drawing blood as Lord Inutaicho roared in his release. He felt the cock in his body swell as Lord Inutaicho filled him up, his own dry orgasm hitting him, draining him of the last of his strength.

Kimimaro panted as he felt the sheets on his back again, his vision began to blur as he looked up at his lord... no, his mate. He blinked hard, trying desperately to stay conscious. A smile crossed his face as he realized he had survived something he knew most humans would never have lived through.

Lord Inutaicho leaned back, his eyes now a peaceful amber as they meet his. "Sleep Kimimaro."

Kimimaro shook his head, the action sluggish even to him. He wanted to cherish this moment, but his body refused to obey his command.

"Sleep my mate," was the last thing he heard as his lids drifted shut.

Inutaicho closed his eyes as Kimimaro slipped into an exhausted slumber. It was done, Kimimaro was now his mate. A small smile crossed his mouth as he opened his eyes. A human mate no less. His eyes ran across Kimimaro's relaxed expression as he felt a mixture of pride that his human had stayed conscious through the mating. Not even some of the most powerful demon mates could boast that claim when mating with an elder demon. Looking over to the clock, Inutaicho felt surprise at the time. Nearly six hours had passed from the time he left the meeting at the den. Six hours that he had been abusing his mates body, six hours that Kimimaro had endured while conscious.

Inutaicho left the bed to retrieve a warm wet cloth from the bathroom and began to wipe down Kimimaro's body. He ground his teeth together as his hand brushed over every bite, every scratch, every bruise. This never should have happened. He should have had more control. Rolling Kimimaro onto his stomach, Inutaicho continued to wash his mates arms, moving slowly to his back. He was afraid to go any further, afraid of the damage he had caused. Parting Kimimaro's legs, Inutaicho felt nothing but anger at himself for what he had done as he cleaned the red tinged semen from between Kimimaro's legs.

Raising from the bed, he pulled a sheet over Kimimaro and went to the window. The sun was now setting, but he knew sleep would elude him. Reaching into the pocket of his jacket, he pulled out his phone to send a message to his wife, letting her know he would not be coming home tonight. Realizing it was off, he pressed the power button and waited for it to turn on. It chirped at him as the screen lit up, showing him a text message from his son.

Opening the message, Inutaicho sighed. The message read : Do Sesshomaru and Sephiroth know you are the boys father?

Inutaicho was not shocked his son knew, frankly he was surprised Sesshomaru hadn't figured it out yet. It had to be because of Sesshomaru's close proximity to Sephiroth. It was most likely throwing off the scent, masking it from his eldest son. He typed out a message to his son saying that none of them knew and to please keep it secret until he was able to break it to everyone gently. The return message was quick but simple.

Whatever.

Before putting his phone away, Inutaicho sent his wife a message. Turning his head he looked over at the bed where Kimimaro lay, his white hair fanned out against the pillow. He looked like an angel laying there. Feeling disgusted for what he had put his mate through, Inutaicho turned back to the window as the last rays of the sun streaked across the sky.