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A Heat to Overcome	By : Sparrowhawk Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 31291 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or the associated characters, nor do I make any profit from this fanfic. All other characters not associated with the original manga or anime, however, are mine.

Chapter List
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WARNING!! This is a very emotionally charged chapter. Furthermore, it involves some descriptions of torture, rape, and bestiality with graphicness at varying degrees. If this makes you uncomfortable, please stop at the Beg.****** for the beginning of the descriptions, and then continue after the End****** for the end of the descriptions.
As promised, here is the second chapter and, if you haven't, please read the warning above. It's important—that's why it's in bold. But anyway, here we go into this rollercoaster of a chapter! All usual warnings along with the warning above apply in this chapter.
Chapter Twenty-Five

Fifth Night: A Lance Through His Heart
After a frustrating afternoon of trying to track down Kagome, asking all of his friends and even a good majority of the servants and soldiers around the palace, Inuyasha had to give up. He knew she couldn’t have left the palace without somebody notifying Sesshomaru of her departure, so he figured she had simply secluded herself away somewhere for some time alone. Where he dismissed it, though, Sesshomaru seemed to have only become more cross the longer they went without finding her.
By the evening meal, the daiyoukai was fuming, eyes like glaciers and mouth turned down into a severe frown that had all but Suzu and Inuyasha giving him a wide berth. The miko wasn’t there for the evening meal; Kouga was alone and, apparently, hadn’t seen the ningen since early morning.
“Seriously, Sessh, calm the fuck down,” Inuyasha hissed at him, thoroughly annoyed. “You’re scarin’ everybody.” Thankfully, they had taken their evening meal only with the daiyoukai’s generals and Inuyasha’s pack, so there was no one who might get offended if they were overheard. Well, no one except, perhaps, that raven bastard, Saniiro.
Sesshomaru glowered at him, irrationally angry with his younger sibling for not realizing that the young miko was a threat. Why couldn’t he see her deception? Why did he not feel the same suspicion, sense that same danger that had Sesshomaru’s hackles rising every time he saw her? Even the slayer’s nekomata companion could sense it and kept as much distance between them as possible, even going so far as to swipe at the ningen if she came too close. The demon slayer, in her close proximity as the miko’s friend, thought her companion ill or in some kind of “phase.”
“Do not presume to command me, hanyou,” Sesshomaru growled, eyes flashing crimson and youki slicing through the air, stinging like whips on the skin of all who sat near him.
Stunned and hurt, Inuyasha swallowed and ducked his head down. Sesshomaru hadn’t used that tone with him since before he’d lost his memory. His ears slicked back into his hair and he hunched his shoulders. If he’d had a tail, it would have been tucked between his legs. His alpha was angry. Angry at him.
His hand went to the soft band of fur around his wrist, the fangs clicking quietly in the icy silence as he stroked it. He peeked up at his aniki’s face—cold and cruel and achingly beautiful even in the anger that radiated from him.
“Alpha,” he whispered, drawing those cold golden eyes his way. He slid out of his chair to his knees on the floor beside the alpha inu, purposefully putting himself in a physically lower position than the daiyoukai. “Alpha,” he whispered again, allowing the word to end in a plaintive kind of whine that pled for the inu to calm his anger. Sesshomaru continued to silently stare at him, expression unchanging, youki continuing to rage. Biting his lip, feeling the stares of all those watching their interaction, Inuyasha raised his hands and rested them on the daiyoukai’s thigh. A deep rumbling met the action, but Inuyasha ignored it. Sesshomaru wouldn’t hurt him. Even when he was like this. Even if he’d somehow made him angry. Sesshomaru wouldn’t hurt him. He’d promised.
He whined again and tilted his head to bare his neck even as he lifted himself higher and pushed up closer to his alpha’s rigid face. It seemed like the entire room was holding its breath. When he was close enough, he gently licked the underside of the other inu’s chin, which earned him a louder growl, but nothing more. Emboldened, he continued to place tiny licks around Sesshomaru’s chin and mouth and even next to his nose. Gradually, Sesshomaru’s youki returned to him, contained once more. His growls tapered off and his eyes lost their crimson tint. The anger was still there, but it was no longer directed at Inuyasha or anyone else in the room and had lost most of its intensity.
Inuyasha jumped and let out a quiet yelp when Sesshomaru grabbed his arm and tugged him up into his lap. An apologetic lick wet Inuyasha’s cheek, which was then followed by a tender kiss. “Forgive me, ototo. I fear the day’s stress has caused a lapse of control.”
Balling his hand into a fist, Inuyasha jerked back from the daiyoukai’s chest and punched him. The dining hall filled with gasps and a single delighted laugh, easily recognizable as Suzu’s, for who else would dare laugh when their Lord was being assaulted by a hanyou?
“Bastard! I don’t care how fuckin’ stressed you are or angry or whatever other emotional stick you got jammed up your fuckin’ ass-”
Sesshomaru touched his bruised jaw. “Inuyasha …”
“Do not fucking interrupt me!” Inuyasha all but shouted. “For once, just shut your damn mouth and let me talk.”
Another laugh rang down the table as Sesshomaru snapped his mouth closed on whatever he was going to say and stared at the fiery little inu straddling his thighs.
“If you’re stressed, fine; be stressed. If you’re pissed, that’s fine, too; be pissed. But don’t expect me t’just sit back an’ take it when you use what I am t‘knock me down just cause yer feelin’ that way, as if bein’ a hanyou makes me less than you! You know perfectly-fucking-well that I can’t help that I was born half human, and I’m not less than you or any other youkai just cause my mother was human! You’re the one who told me that, so get your head outta your ass an’ apologize to your generals, my pack, and your servants who’ve had t’put up with your damn temper tantrum.” With a huff, Inuyasha removed himself from Sesshomaru’s lap, stomped away down the table, and plopped himself down next to Miroku, muttering, “Kami-sama, I thought you were Lord of the West, but you’re actin’ like a two-year-old pup that didn’t get his way. Fucking embarrassing.”
Nearly all of those present in the dining hall stared at him, mouths agape. A temper tantrum? Did he just accuse the Lord of the West, the Lord Sesshomaru of throwing a temper tantrum?
Suzu laughed again and then quickly stifled it, throwing a semi-apologetic look at his Lord whose attention was still on his spunky younger brother. Damn, did that kid have guts. He doubted anyone was expecting such an outburst from the hanyou after that display of utter submission. Kid really did have alpha in him, it was just hard to see when he was with his elder brother all the time.
The scrape of a chair brought everyone’s eyes around from Inuyasha to Sesshomaru. “Lord Inuyasha,” he said, using his sibling’s title for the first time—a sign of the greatest respect, “to you, your pack, my generals, and my staff, I apologize for my appalling behavior. It was uncalled for and disgraceful to my title as Lord of the West.” He looked to his little brother whose eyes were stubbornly turned away, but whose anxiety at being away from his side was rapidly rising, his body trembling. Sesshomaru continued on in a softer tone, “For that, I ask your forgiveness and will now excuse myself for a time of reflection.”
Panic blossomed—not his, but Inuyasha’s—as he rose from his seat and walked to the exit. There he paused and lifted his hand. “Inuyasha,” he beckoned, finally catching the younger inu’s tearful gaze that was almost hidden by the fringe of his hair, “will you do me the honor of accompanying me to my chambers?”
Those liquid eyes squeezed shut as he bobbed his head and stood, his ears laid back and subdued as if he was the one to do something wrong. When he opened his eyes, they were dry. He rounded the table as if reluctant to come to Sesshomaru’s side.
Frowning, the demon lord reached out with his youki and wrapped it about his ototo’s body, conveying warmth and reassurance, but was disappointed when Inuyasha didn’t relax. His head remained ducked down and his ears back. Again, he wondered if this was a mood swing, or whether this was simply another effect of Inuyasha’s capture. Perhaps he had triggered something by misdirecting his anger.
When Inuyasha was close enough, rather than taking Sesshomaru’s hand, he grasped the sleeve of his haori between his thumb and first finger—like a pup would grasp the sleeve of his parent—and followed him out the door. Sesshomaru walked only a short distance from the dining hall, enough to ensure they wouldn’t be overheard by those still sitting inside, and then stopped in the relative privacy of a small alcove.
“What is wrong, ototo?”
“Hn?” Blinking, Inuyasha looked up at him with confused eyes. “What d’ya mean?”
“You are acting strangely.”
“No I’m not.”
“You were nearly in tears at the dining table.”
Hurt in his eyes, Inuyasha bit his lip and looked down again. “Y-You were angry with me.”
“You know I was not truly angry with you. My anger was misdirected.”
“But you … still think I’m inferior …”
Sesshomaru’s frown deepened. “Of course I d-”
“You do,” Inuyasha insisted, shaking where he stood with his head and shoulders bowed forward. “Otherwise you wouldn’t have called me a hanyou like that … like you used to. You think I’m not good enough … you know I’m not. I’m filthy … and a coward … and my mother was human … and I’m ruined … and I just- I’m not enough. I can’t be a Lord. I-I can’t be your m-m-mate … I’m not good for you. I’m not. I’m bad. I’m bad and filthy and disgusting and inferior and I can’t change that no matter how much I want to!”
“Inuyasha, this is a mood swing.”
The younger inu’s nostrils flared. “No it’s not! Y-You … you called me a hanyou.” Tears welled in his eyes again, but this time he didn’t try to keep them in. “A hanyou, Sessh … dirty, foul-mouthed, ignorant, beastly little fucked up HANYOU!”
Eyes wide, Sesshomaru pulled his younger brother flush against him, poured his youki into him, and all but ripped his haori and kosode away from his chest to bare his flesh and press the hysterical inu’s head down against him.
“Sasaki!” he called, uncaring of the near panic that saturated his voice. Inuyasha was sobbing against him, claws gouging into Sesshomaru’s shoulders and down his arms and chest, but he daren’t let his submissive go. There was no telling what he’d do in this state. “Sasaki!” he called again, but was drowned out by his ototo’s agonized scream. It terrified him as little else could.
“I was fucked, Sessh! I’m fucked up! You fucked me! And then … and then they fucked me and … an' they hurt me and hurt me and fucking hurt me! And then he fucked me! He raped me! They all raped me! They RAPED ME, SESSHOMARU!! They raped me until I bled, raped me until I screamed for mercy, raped me until I couldn’t take any-fucking-more of it and I … I enjoyed it! I shouldn’t have, but I was in heat, and I did! I enjoyed every minute of my own rape! I couldn’t stop any of it. I couldn’t stop the pain. I couldn’t stop the pleasure. I couldn’t stop them from touchin' me. I couldn’t stop them from raping me. I couldn’t stop getting hard and I couldn’t stop cumming every fucking time they took me! Do you know why? Do you know why I couldn’t stop it?! DO YOU, SESSHOMARU?!!”
Sesshomaru clutched his sibling even closer, every word a lance to his heart, tears he didn’t feel sliding down his cheeks.
Inuyasha laughed, high-pitched and maniacal. “Because I WANTED it! Every time they finally left me alone, as soon as they stopped, I craved it.”
“Shhh,” Sesshomaru bade him desperately, afraid he would break down, too, if he said any more. “Shhh, I know. It’s all right. I know you couldn’t help what you felt. I know, and it’s all right. You are still beautiful. I still want you.”
Inuyasha laughed again and pushed against his older brother’s chest so he could throw his head back and howl to the ceiling. When he stopped, his expression was twisted in bitter humor. “You know, excluding him, there were eleven others? Ten o' them raped me. By the time you came for me, I knew exactly how each of them fucked. After the first few times, I knew exactly how every one of 'em would take me. All except him. I could never predict his actions. Beg.****** The leader of the hyena youkai, Masao, he liked fucking me from behind, pushing my face into the floor, hand on my neck so I could barely breathe, no preparation, just rammed it in over and over again. He’d grab my cock and squeeze it so hard it hurt, so hard I couldn’t cum, squeezed until I begged and cried and screamed for release, but he forbade them. Masao never fucked me when I was chained. Said he enjoyed it when I struggled and he could beat me into submission. When he was done fucking me, y'know what he did? He pissed on my cock and on my ass, my back, and in my mouth. He’d make me swallow it.”
He grimaced; he could still taste it.
“Shoda … Shoda liked fucking me when I was chained up, cause then I couldn’t claw him and he liked doin’ it in front where he could watch me and spit in my face and call me his little fuck toy. He also liked to face fuck. He and his youkai buddies would chain me t'the ceiling by my ankles and my arms wrenched up behind my back, then he’d grab me by my hair and shove his cock into my mouth an' down into my throat.” His eyes glinted with malicious glee as he bared his teeth. “He thought I wouldn’t bite.”
Sesshomaru’s grief and fury grew the longer Inuyasha spoke. He’d never talked of what happened like this before, never with so much detail. It made him feel sick, both to his stomach and in his heart.
“Danno … oh, Danno liked pain. Givin' it, at any rate. He liked t'make me scream, almost as much as he did. He didn’t chain me down. No, he pinned me. With fucking knives through my hands an’ wrists an’ forearms an’ the tops of my feet. Then, slowly, he’d cut patterns into my skin. He 'specially liked doin’ it around my chest, on my nipples, and around and on my genitals. Oh, the masterpieces he would create! When he was finished with that, he’d start stabbing. He always started at my shoulders and worked his way across. Right shoulder to left, eight stab wounds. Then he’d move down to my chest. Right side, three stab wounds. Left side, two, careful to miss my heart. Abdomen he’d stab in a star pattern. It had twelve points and a diamond pattern in the middle. Twenty-eight stab wounds. One stab just above each hipbone. Two above my cock. One under my balls. Then he’d start on my thighs. Five up and down the front of each thigh. Two on the outsides. Six on the insides. One right behind each knee. Two on each side of both my calves. And five to the tops of my feet in addition to the knives pinning my feet to the floor. The knife was small, barely the length of my ring finger; I healed quickly. Then came the really fun part, or so he‘d say. He’d take out his big knife—three-quarters the length of my forearm, as wide as three of my fingers put side by side, and double-edged. This one he’d dip in poison. It slowed the rate o' my healing. He’d yank the knives out of the ground and my feet, bend my legs up as far as he could, grasp the knife in his fist, and ever so slowly, shove it into my asshole. He’d pull it out just as slow, then turn it the littlest bit and slowly shove it in again. Sixteen fucking times. I counted every one. He got off on it. It was kind of a relief. Meant he only fucked me for a few minutes before he came. And kami-sama did it burn!” End******
Sesshomaru felt bile creeping up his throat and swallowed it back. He didn’t want to hear anymore. He wanted to cover his ears and curl up into a ball and cry and scream and rage until he couldn’t anymore. This is what they’d done to his submissive. This is what they’d done to his sibling, what he’d allowed them to do when he wasn’t strong enough to keep Michio from taking him. But he couldn’t cover his ears. He couldn’t make Inuyasha stop. What he was hearing, terrible and disgusting as it was, could provide information they didn’t yet have. Already he knew three of the slavers names along with Michio, their leader. He shook and tears continued to flow unchecked down his cheeks as he listened to his beloved baby brother.
Beg.****** “I never knew the other two hyenas' names. They liked fuckin' me together. They were the gentlest of the lot. They liked to tease, so they always prepped my asshole and rubbed my cock and pinched and licked and bit at my nipples. It made the heat unbearable. And, like all the others, they were forbidden to give me release. Only he had that privilege. Then the two would fuck me. One at my mouth, one at my ass. Always perfectly in sync. They’d start slow, but thrust deep. Then they’d speed up. They never came like that, though. Instead, they’d chain me by my wrists to the ceiling. One would lift my legs in front and penetrate me, while the other stuck his cock in from behind. They never stretched me enough for that. I tore every time." He shook his head as if to shake away the memories, but continued relentlessly onward. "The she-badger, Yei, was the only female among them. She was cruel. She’d sit astride me, rape me by fuckin' herself on my cock. But she’d always pull off before I could cum. Then she’d wait a while, until I wasn’t so close to the edge, and do it again. For hours. And every time, the heat inside me would double until my whole body felt like it was on fire, as if it would burn to ash. Sometimes I wanted him to come—though I knew he’d hurt me the most—just so the burning would stop.” End******
Fuck the information, Sesshomaru couldn’t stand another word of this! It was just too much. “Enough!” he cried as he pulled Inuyasha back into his chest. “Please … enough. I can’t hear anymore of this. Please, ototo.”
“You can’t hear anymore?” Inuyasha growled, lip curled up into a sneer. “I had to live it, Sesshomaru! There was no end to it! There was no one t'tell them it was enough, t'just stop! You think I’m goin’ t'stop just cause you can’t handle hearing about it?!”
“Inuyasha …” Sesshomaru said weakly, a plaintive whine underlying the word. “Inuyasha … please. I know it’s not fair, but it’s too much …”
“No! NO!! You will listen.”
“Sasaki, bring Tamae to me,” Sesshomaru whispered, voice breaking. “I need her. Now.”
“Rinji was a sick bastard—a scorpion youkai. He liked to use animals.”
Sesshomaru blanched, but found relief in the brush of wind against his ear, carrying Sasaki’s voice. “My Lord?” He sounded stressed, likely from the added responsibility of sweeping the grounds every few hours with his abilities and listening for the miko’s voice in order to ascertain her location along with his original order to listen for Roka should he talk about Inuyasha. It accounted for the slow response. “My Lord, is something wrong?”
“I need Tamae,” Sesshomaru replied not bothering to hide the upset in his tone. “I need her as quickly as she can come. Something has happened to Inuyasha. He is …” He trailed off, unsure of how to describe what was happening. Was this just a mood swing?
Meanwhile, Inuyasha continued to speak. Beg.****** “He’d chain me down on my stomach to a wedge-like wooden frame, attach the chains on my wrists to the rings at the base of the posts, and bind my thighs by wrapping the chains around them and locking them tight. Then he’d bring in the animals one by one. A large dog. A boar. A stag. A wolf. A bull. A stallion. They’d not always fuck me in that order, either …” End******
The wind that curled around Sesshomaru’s ear was subdued, Sasaki’s voice tight. “I understand what you mean. I will send Tamae as fast as the wind can carry her.”
Sesshomaru didn’t reply, but buried his face in Inuyasha’s hair, breathing in his scent deeply and trying—but failing—to steady himself.
Beg.****** “Sometimes he’d start with the one with the smallest cock and work his way up. Sometimes he’d start with the biggest an' work his way down. And sometimes he’d bring them in randomly. They fucked me until they spilled themselves inside me and their semen spilled out of me. He’d catch it in a bowl and force me to drink it and then he’d fuck me himself. The other scorpion, I never heard his name clearly. It started with an ‘ah’ sound. He was the only one that preferred me gagged. He’d break my bones before fuckin' me and then break them again after and grind the broken bones with his foot. He always took me on the floor where he could grind my face into the dirt with his boot. He enjoyed telling me how worthless I was because I’m hanyou.”
Again, Sesshomaru blanched. Perhaps that was the trigger for this sudden revelation of those events.
“Then there was Yasei, leopard youkai. He could fuck for hours. He always tied my balls with a scratchy rope and bound my cock with a metal ring an’ a rod he forced down into my piss slit to stop me cumming. Hurt like a bitch. Kano, that snake bastard, was the only one that didn’t rape me. But he did … other things. He usually came after Yasei who’d leave my cock and balls tied up and blocked. He was, by far, the worst of them all, except him. Like Danno, Kano liked giving pain, but in a much different way. He liked skinning, especially around my most sensitive areas. What skin he peeled off, he ate, sometimes skinning an area multiple times as it grew back and healed.”
Sesshomaru’s stomach rebelled and he was, once again, forced to swallow vomit and bile so as to not puke on his sibling.
“He’d skin parts of my face, usually 'round my lips and cheeks. He’d skin parts of my neck. He’d cut away my nipples, knowin' they’d grow back. He’d skin huge patches of my stomach an' ass. He’d skin my underarms—which hurt like all hellfire. He’d skin the insides of my thighs, the backs of my knees, the soles of my feet. Then, with fucking Yasei’s rope an' ring an' rod still around and in my cock an' balls, he’d peel the skin from my balls first, one by one from bottom to top, and then he’d skin my cock in long, fucking painful strips until it was all red an' raw and the muscle could be seen underneath, then he’d eat it right there in front of me an' tell me how delicious it was, how those were his favorite parts because they tasted sweeter than all the rest. Sick, twisted, slimy bastard. Then, of course, there was him. I came to crave his touch at the same time as I hated it. I was only granted release by his hand. It was only by his hand that the burning of my heat stopped and let me rest. He fucked me a different way every time. Sometimes he’d take me hard enough to make me bleed. Sometimes he’d take me gently, play the role of a lover, even going so far as to whisper loving words into my ear only to ignore me or hurt me once he was finished. Sometimes while he fucked me, he’d tell me to beg and promise to let me go if I did. Empty promises, o' course, but enough to kindle hope and later crush it. Sometimes he spoke as if I was a hired whore. Sometimes he simply taunted as he fucked me—told me how worthless I was, how dirty, how inferior, how no one would want me except as a slave or pet after being used by so many, how you would never come for me, that you never cared about me, and wouldn’t come for me when you knew I’d been taken by another. Sometimes he fucked me raw and unprepared, if only to make me scream. Sometimes he’d not fuck me at all, but suck my cock until I came and then continue sucking it; he enjoyed my screams o' shameful pleasure as much as he enjoyed my screams o' pain. He’d suck me and stroke me with his hand until I had nothing left and blacked out. After that, sometimes, he would leave. Other times, when I woke, he would continue the torment, draggin' it out as long as possible. Sometimes he’d beat me before fuckin' me. Sometimes he’d let the others fuck me before takin' his turn. He always had two things in common, though. The first, he’d always make me scream. The second, he always released somewhere either inside me—mouth or ass—or on me. I couldn’t fight him because I wanted it and I knew he was the only one who'd give me what I craved. End****** You see? I’m not good. I’m ruined. I’m not a good match for you; I’m filthy and tainted with human blood. I’m bad … I’m bad! Y-You can’t mate with me.”
He wriggled his arms free and closed his fingers around Sesshomaru’s engagement gift. He wasn’t worthy of it. It was so beautiful and so pure, and he was … not. Before he could tear it off, though, the daiyoukai’s hand was there, grasping both his hand and arm and preventing him from removing it.
“Don’t.”
“Sesshomaru-”
“Don’t take it off. Please. I want you as a mate. I want you by my side. Don’t you see? You survived all of that. You are strong and beautiful, better than any youkai I know. You are my match in every way.”
“But you called me a hanyou!”
Sesshomaru growled, frustrated and angry and scared for his sibling and what this meant for them. Inuyasha flinched and whimpered, pushing against him, trying to get away. “Enough, Inuyasha,” he rumbled, pulling them both down to sit on the floor with Inuyasha cradled in his lap. “I was wrong to call you a hanyou in that manner—I admit I was in the wrong—but I will not allow you to throw away everything we’ve started to build because of one word spoken out of frustration. I am your alpha and your elder brother, whether you choose to reject my proposal now or not, I will continue to be your alpha and elder brother and I will continue to take care of you and protect you for as long as you have need of me. Do not forget, pup, you are mine.”
Gasping in short, shallow breaths, Inuyasha stopped fighting and slumped against him, great sobs wracking his body. “I … I was raped, Sessh. H-How can you e-even stand to-to touch me?”
Gently, Sesshomaru lifted the younger inu’s chin until those red and swollen eyes met his. Then he leaned down and pressed their lips together very softly. “Because you are mine. Because, whatever they did to you, you are still you and I want you.”
“Lord Sesshomaru?” Tamae’s melodic voice floated over to them as she approached on a gentle gust of air. “What has happened? Sasaki said you were distraught and Lord Inuyasha was … hysterical?”
With his healer there, Sesshomaru quickly composed himself, though he did nothing to hide the tear tracks on his cheeks. “Yes. I believe Inuyasha is having mood swings.”
Her expression became that of a professional healer and she floated swiftly to the sides of her Lords. “Have you noticed any other symptoms? Fever? Muscle aches? Oversensitive skin?”
“Inuyasha?” Sesshomaru prompted gently.
Tears still silently flowing, Inuyasha shook his head. “I ... I don't know. I thought ... when we were sparring, but ... N-Not until dinner, I think … wh-when Sessh licked me, it … I don’t know how to describe it. It didn’t hurt, but it felt weird. Different than normal. And … j-just now … feels like I’m being bruised.”
Sesshomaru immediately loosened his hold, swallowing back his apologies. He couldn’t have known holding him would hurt.
Tamae put her hand to Inuyasha’s head with a matronly frown. After a moment, she nodded and took it away. “No fever yet, but I would recommend that we take you off the heat-suppressing potion. It’ll be dangerous if we try to hold off your heat any longer.”
“No!” Inuyasha cried, grasping after her retreating hand desperately. “No! Not yet! I’m not ready! I-I can’t … I can’t do that … I-I-I, we … we’ve only kissed! We haven’t done any-anything else! Sessh!” He turned back to his brother, his alpha, maybe he could persuade her. But in the elder inu’s face he only saw sorrow and resignation. He started to shake his head. “No … no, no … no, I can’t. I just … no!”
“Calm yourself, Inuyasha,” Sesshomaru commanded with a gentle growl in his chest. “The potion will not wear off until tomorrow, likely sometime in the afternoon or evening.”
“That’s not enough time! I’m … I’m broken!”
“No, you are not. You are not broken, little one. You have made great progress. We will work with it. I promise you I will do whatever I must to ensure you get through this, even if it becomes necessary to take up the role of submissive during your heat period.”
“Y-You’d … let me …?”
Sesshomaru nodded and bent to kiss the top of the trembling inu hanyou’s head, right between his anxiously flicking ears. “I would.”
“Inuyasha?” Kagome’s familiar voice called out to him worriedly. “What’s going on? Why are you crying?”
“Miko,” Sesshomaru growled, eyes narrowed as his anger returned, “where have you been?”
She took a frightened step back. “I-I was outside in one of the gardens. I thought it’d be a good time to get some of my school work done. You know, traveling to this era all the time to find the shards of the Shikon no Tama means I fall behind a lot, so I needed a place I could be alone to study.”
Sesshomaru growled again, not believing for one second she had been out in the garden doing ’school work.’ “And where in the gardens were you? No one saw you.”
“Why are you asking all these questions?” Kagome demanded with an offended frown. “I was only away for one day! And it’s not like I’m doing anything useful around here.”
“Sessh,” Inuyasha said quietly as he wiped away his tears, “what does it matter where she’s been? She’s here now.” He turned to her with a tremulous smile. “Sorry, he’s rather stressed since I won’t be able to take the potion t'suppress my heat anymore.”
The daiyoukai snorted. Stressed? More like pissed.
“What?” Kagome whispered, brown eyes wide and filled with something close to fear.
Sesshomaru’s lip curled up into a silent snarl when he saw her reaction. Something was definitely going on with the ningen girl. Did her plans involve Inuyasha’s heat in some way? Did she plan to take his place as Inuyasha’s heat partner?
His snarl turned to a sneer. As if she could take his place.
“Kagome, I need this damn necklace off,” Inuyasha stated, ignoring her question.
“But … Inuyasha, you know you need it to-”
“No, I don’t.”
Her forehead creased. “You don’t?”
He shook his head. “I don’t. I didn’t start havin’ problems with my youkai blood until after Kaede put these beads ‘round my neck and you used your power t’control me. It makes my soul unstable. That’s why I need them off.”
“Are you sure they’re … doing what you say? You’re sure it’s not something else?”
Sesshomaru snorted when she shot a suspicious glance his way. “What other explanation can there be, miko? Inuyasha’s youkai blood protected him all throughout his childhood and teenage years, until you broke the seal that bound him to the sacred tree and used those subjugation beads to gain power over him.”
“It wasn’t to gain power over him; it was to keep him from killing me!”
Sesshomaru smirked. If only.
“Okay, okay enough!” Inuyasha shouted, looking between his elder brother and his first friend. “Kagome, y’know I’m not a danger t’you anymore, so please jus’ take them off.”
She nodded reluctantly. “Okay, Inuyasha, I’ll take them off, but I hope you’re right about this. I don’t want to see you kill anyone because your youkai blood gets out of hand.”
“If it does,” Sesshomaru said firmly, “—though I know it will not—but if it does, I will be there to stop him from doing any harm. Such is my duty as his alpha.”
Lips pursed, Kagome marched over to them and stopped in front of Inuyasha with her hands on her hips. “Just promise me one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“If your demon blood does get out of control, you have to put the beads back o-”
“No,” Sesshomaru cut in. “He will be making no such promise.” She glowered up at him as if to stare him into submission, but with a simple narrowing of his eyes and a burst of concentrated youki, she looked away.
“All right, have it your way!” she exclaimed with a huff as she reached out to grasp the necklace with both hands. “Just don’t blame me if the blood your father gave him devours his soul!”
Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow at the petulant little chit, but didn’t dignify that with a response. Instead, he helped Inuyasha pull his hair together and tuck it under the necklace so the miko could take it off without pulling out any strands. He was actually surprised she wasn’t putting up more of a fight.
Then, as she tugged the necklace up, the beads suddenly sparked and Inuyasha yelped.
“Damn it, Kagome,” he cursed, “ya didn’t hafta shock me!”
“I didn’t,” she replied as she tugged upward a second time.
Again, Inuyasha yelped. “Ow! Would you stop that? I know yer not happy ‘bout this, but that doesn’t mean ya gotta take it out on me.”
“I’m not! The necklace … it … it won’t come off.”
“What?”
She let the subjugation beads fall back around his neck. Face scrunched up in confusion, voice soft with genuine shock, she whispered, “I can’t take it off.”
“What do you mean? O’ course you can! Old Kaede said so.”
“Well, I don’t know what’s going on any more than you do, Inuyasha, but I really, honestly can’t take it off.”
Tamae clicked her tongue and floated over. “Let me have a look at it.”
Kagome moved out of the way, hands wrapped about herself and face heavy with worry—worry Sesshomaru didn’t believe for a second.
“It’s been tainted,” the wind demoness informed them. “I cannot say how. Most sacred objects like this cannot be tainted easily.”
“What about what happened with that Michio guy?” Kagome asked. “Could that have tainted the necklace?”
“It’s possible …”
“And if the keeper of the subjugation beads were to be tainted?” Sesshomaru inquired pointedly.
Tamae gave him a sympathetic look, understanding exactly what he was trying to achieve by asking such a question. “I’m afraid that would have no effect on the beads, themselves, my Lord, unless she put it on him during a time when her sacred powers were tainted.”
Sesshomaru’s jaw tightened, but he nodded. There was no reason for the healer to lie about the necklace; she wanted it off Inuyasha just as much as he did.
“Sorry, Sessh …”
“Don’t apologize, Inuyasha,” the daiyoukai ordered. “You have nothing to be sorry for. In any event, we have bigger issues to worry about.”
Reminded of his oncoming heat, Inuyasha’s breathing began to quicken once more. He knew part of it was hysteria brought about by the side effects of the heat-suppressing potion, but the rest of it was genuine panic.
Sesshomaru swept his submissive off his feet and wrapped him up in the furry parasitic youkai, cradling him close to his bared chest in the hopes that his scent would prevent the younger inu’s tumble into another emotional breakdown. “Tamae, inform the palace staff that Lord Inuyasha and I are not to be disturbed for the next week or so. Then you are to find Suzu and tell him he is to take on the responsibilities of Lord of the West while we are in seclusion. This wing is to be evacuated of all but my ototo and myself and placed under heavy guard. His pack and Prince Kouga and his entourage may stay in the guest wing during that time-”
“What about me?” Kagome interrupted.
“What about you, miko?” the demon lord responded, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
“Y-You can’t shut me out. You’ve seen him. He’s terrified! He was raped!”
Sesshomaru snarled when he felt his baby brother flinch. He was quickly running out of patience with the impudent child. “What of it, miko?”
“I’m a woman; I can help! How do you expect to help him when you’re just like the slavers who raped him?”
Powerful and furious youki flooded the alcove and the adjoining corridor. “Silence,” Sesshomaru commanded, eyes flashing crimson while his youki began to coalesce around his body. “Do not provoke me further, ningen. I have tolerated you and your arrogant attempts to undermine my position and relationship with Inuyasha long enough. You have done naught but complain and throw tantrums since arriving here—the likes of which I have only seen in infants still drinking from their mother’s teats. If you wish to help Inuyasha, then find a way to remove that accursed necklace, otherwise you had best stay out of my way lest I lose what little patience I have left and smite you down.”
“I-Inuyasha wouldn’t let-”
“Kagome,” Inuyasha spoke up, his voice muffled somewhat by having his face against his aniki’s chest and the parasitic youkai wrapped about his body from head to toe, “just go. Please just go. Sesshomaru’s nothin’ like the slavers. I’m afraid, but not of him. An’ I told ya already, I can’t take you as a heat partner. Besides the fact that Kouga has claim over you, yer jus’ not sturdy enough; I’d break you—maybe enough t’kill you.” He glanced up at his irate elder brother, hyperaware of the youki practically vibrating around them and the tremors going through Sesshomaru’s body. If he didn’t get Kagome to back off, Sesshomaru might just lose to his instincts and kill her. Inuyasha could feel he was already wavering on the brink of transformation. “Sessh is my alpha and my intended mate. I may have been attracted t'you in the beginning for your resemblance to Kikyo, but it didn’t go beyond that. And, over time, even that faded. You are a part of my pack, and I care for you as such, but I have chosen Sesshomaru. I will always choose him.” Closing his eyes and licking his lips, he confessed, “I love him.”
Sesshomaru froze, his youki abruptly going still. Love? Inuyasha … loved him? Surely he’d heard wrong.
“L-Lo-Love? Y-You can’t … you just—can’t you see what he’s doing?!” She shook her head and backed away from them, tears in her eyes. “You’re confused. You’re confusing brotherly love for-for romantic love.”
So he hadn’t heard wrong. For once, though, Sesshomaru had to agree with the ningen girl; Inuyasha only meant love as a brother. But if that was so, he wondered, why did he feel such a swelling heat in his chest? Why did it feel as if Inuyasha knew exactly what he was saying? Why did the pup’s youki, entwined with Sesshomaru’s own, accept him so readily, drawing his youki in as if to tuck it away into his own being so as to always have a part of him there? Was that the kind of love Sesshomaru’s father felt for the Lady Izayoi?
The miko’s angry, harpy-like shriek brought him out of his musing, immediately setting his teeth on edge and causing his hackles to rise.
“He’s manipulating you! You know he can’t love you back! He can’t love you like I do! He’s not capable of it!” Expression falling to hurt and devastation, she whispered. “I love you, Inuyasha. I can help you get over your fear of being touched. I know I can if you’d just let me try it with you. You know I couldn’t hurt you. Sesshomaru can; he can, and if you choose to be with him, he will. He’s a man, just like those slavers, just like the ones who raped you. I’m a woman-”
Inuyasha laughed without mirth, startling her into silence. “I was raped by a woman, too, Kagome.”
“H-How …? No … no, that’s … that’s not possible.”
“Not possible?” Inuyasha repeated incredulously. “Not possible? It’s more than possible. I was there, remember? I was there, and she violated me just as much as the others! Sesshomaru’s the only one I can stand t'have touch me. The only one. Like it or not, you can’t help me, and I don’t want your help. I love Sesshomaru. I need him. I want him. Only him.”
Calm again, Sesshomaru gave the stunned miko a warning glare. “I suggest you leave now, onna, and remember to be more careful with the way you talk and the actions you choose to take in the future. I am done tolerating your impudence and your persistent need to disobey me as Lord of this palace and of this land. Speak out of turn again, make one wrong move, and I will throw you back into the well you came from and have it sealed.” Then, turning to Tamae and completely ignoring the girl’s outraged gasp, he commanded, “You are to take her to the healing quarters and examine her thoroughly for anything that might be influencing her actions. If she does not cooperate, call the soldiers to restrain her. We must determine once and for all if she is a threat to my intended.”
Inuyasha startled in his arms and tilted his head back to look up at the older inu’s face. “Threat? What d'you mean ‘a threat?’ Sessh?”
Sesshomaru silenced him with a look.
Tamae glided to Kagome’s side and seized her arm in a vice-like grip before she could voice a protest. “As you command, my Lord,” she said, bowing low.
With a curt nod, Sesshomaru turned on his heel and carried Inuyasha to their shared quarters. It was time to explain a few important things to his naïve younger brother. After that, he’d see how far Inuyasha would let him touch him intimately—if not as the dominant partner, then as the submissive.
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A/N: So yes, very emotionally charged chapter. Seriously made me cry while I was writing it. Don't know if enjoy is the right word for this chapter, but I hope you all found it ... I don't know ... enlightening? Well, whatever you found it to be, thank you for reading and please leave a review if you have the time/desire!
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