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A lifetime of Illusions	By : deepa Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 18117 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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A Lifetime of Illusion

Chapter Three

Megumi sighed as her mate winced once again. It was amusing to
watch her usually confident lover whimper and whine in pain as she
applied a salve on his wounds. Sitting beside her, Noriko giggled
daintily.

They were gathered in the large kitchen to tend to the wounds of
their mates while trying to suppress amused laughter. Midori grinned
while calmly drinking her tea, trying and failing to hide her mirth.

Lady Inuyasha had succeeded in transforming battle hardened demons
into whimpering little puppies. She was sure she had seen Lord
Sesshoumaru trying to suppress his mirth as he watched his elite
guards being tossed around by his delicate looking sister. Megumi
shook her head and sighed in slight pity, “Why did you test
Inuyasha-hime’s temper when you know that she and Lord
Sesshoumaru are similar when it comes to their pride?”

Her mate whimpered, “I didn’t mean to offend her
Megumi! She was occupying the dojo and we needed it for training. I
just said that a dojo was not a place for a woman to be in.”

Midori snorted in derision, “Serves you right for
underestimating a woman!” Ryoumaru growled at her, his silver
eyes narrowing in anger, “Out the rest of you useless females,
there is one who is powerful, don’t get too arrogant.”

“I wouldn’t say that if I were you.” Another
voice came from the kitchen entrance. Sango smirked at the injured
demon, her brown eyes glittering in amusement. “You should be
grateful that Inuyasha was in a normal mood today. She isn’t
always so lenient. You should thank Kami that she didn’t
unsheathe that sword of hers.”

Miroku nodded in agreement, smiling indulgently as a woman offered
him a seat. They had spent almost three weeks in the castle and
Miroku was happy living like this. It was comfortable and safe; the
servants working here were playful and friendly. Shippo had managed
to make many little demon friends and was constantly active playing
games and pulling pranks. The human monk patted his warrior friend’s
shoulder in sympathy, “The past couple of weeks have been
taxing for Inuyasha-hime.”

Midori giggled, her forest green eyes dancing in mirth, “She
seems so annoyed these days. Her brow is constantly ticking.”
She pointed out. Ryoumaru grinned mischievously. Miroku shook his
head while Sango smiled.

Noriko sighed dreamily, “It is all so romantic! Lord
Sesshoumaru and Prince Kouga fighting are over Inuyasha-hime while
she cannot decide who she loves more. Does she love our graceful and
all mighty Lord Sesshoumaru or the charming prince of wolves?”

Sango chuckled and shook her head, “I swear; you and
Kagome-chan are the same Noriko-chan.”

Midori smiled softly, her eyes becoming warm, “Ever since
Inuyasha-hime has stepped into the palace everything seems so much
alive.” Shaking her head slightly, she looked at Megumi who
kissed her mate’s bandaged cheek with a loving smile. “She
is so different, so stern and aloof and yet so wonderful in her
kindness.”

Miroku shrugged with a small smile of his own, “She had
always been like that.”

“I hope she stays with Lord Sesshoumaru.” Noriko
whispered softly, “I have never seen him care for anyone as he
cares for Lady Inuyasha.”

Sango looked at the solemn maids and raised a brow, “Well,
if Kouga does contest Sesshoumaru’s claim, your lord can easily
defeat him. I don’t see why he would have to let Inuyasha go.”

Megumi sighed softly, “No, ultimately, the decision lies
with Inuyasha-hime. She is not able to forgive him.” Ryoumaru
nodded in agreement with his mate, settling his head comfortably in
her lap, “She doesn’t trust him. I doubt hime-sama trusts
anyone but her companions.”

The Taijiya looked at the maids before smiling, “Oh, she’ll
come around eventually. With Sesshoumaru’s persistence, I doubt
she will last that long. Besides, I have seen the way Inuyasha looks
at Kouga; she would rather have him as a companion in battle not a
mate.”

“Are you done discussing about our private lives?”

Everyone jumped, nearly freezing in dread at the chilling voice of
their Lord. Sesshoumaru looked at them with a raised brow, wondering
why everyone was gathered huddled in the kitchen and not doing their
work. He narrowed his eyes questioningly at Sango and Miroku who just
smiled in response. Inuyasha’s companions were not afraid of
him; they even had the gall to refer to him without his title.

The Daiyoukai turned to Midori with a frown, “The
seamstresses have arrived. Escort them to Inuyasha’s chambers.”
Midori bowed and quickly gestured Noriko to follow her. “Midori.”
The green haired demonness stilled and turned to Sesshoumaru, keeping
her head respectfully bowed, “Inuyasha’s choice of
clothing is… dark. I wish for her to possess some Kimonos in
white. See to it that you convince her to do so.”

A small, amused smile lit her features as she nodded quickly, “I
shall see to it my Lord.”

Midori and Noriko ran hurriedly to escort the seamstresses to
Inuyasha’s chambers. They nearly stumbled into the waiting room
where the two ladies were seated along with a man holding rolls of
silk. The green haired demonness sighed, “Follow us.”

It didn’t take much time for them to reach Inuyasha’s
chambers but the atmosphere in the room was tense. Kouga was sitting
there, in front of Inuyasha while the hime’s brows twitched in
annoyance. Midori sighed and bowed to them, “Hime-sama, the
seamstresses have arrived.” Much to Midori’s amusement,
it seemed as though Inuyasha was relieved by their arrival.

The Princess turned to Kouga with a dark glare, silently
commanding him to leave. The smug smirk on the wolf’s face did
nothing to dissuade her temper. Midori and the others bowed at the
wolf prince passed them by and quickly went to work. One of the
seamstresses requested Inuyasha to stand and silently started taking
measurements. The hanyou sighed impatiently but didn’t say
anything. The other seamstress laid out the silk rolls before
Inuyasha, letting her see the various colors and designs.

Midori smiled when Inuyasha picked out blue, black, red and purple
colors, discarding everything that was a lighter shade. It seemed to
her that the Daiyoukai knew his sister very well. She stepped forward
and picked a one kimono with beautiful white silk with scattered
sakura blossoms on them. The garment was beautiful and she knew it
was something Sesshoumaru would love to see on Inuyasha. Midori
brought it to Inuyasha, letting the princess see it more carefully.
“White will look beautiful on you hime-sama.”

Inuyasha raised her brow in question. The green haired demonness
smiled patiently at her and decided to tell Inuyasha the truth,
“Sesshoumaru-sama requested that you purchase some white
kimonos too hime-sama.”

She was surprised to see Inuyasha’s lips twitch into a small
and soft smile; “If that is what he wants…” she
trailed off, reaching out to feel the smooth fabric. “I shall
keep this one Midori… just one.”

The maid nodded in satisfaction, surprised that the mention of
their Lord was enough to convince the princess. Then again, it
shouldn’t be surprising at all. That is how mates acted after
all. And even though their hime acted as though she would never mate
their lord, all of them knew better.

She watched as her mistress sat in introspective silence. Her face
didn’t hold any annoyance at the fussing of the two
seamstresses. It seemed as though Inuyasha was using this free time
to sort her feelings out. Midori could see that she was under a lot
of pressure and some part of her felt pity for the young woman.

Being born into a royal family as a princess was not what it was
made out to be. That is especially true in case of demon royalty. But
hardened hearts like their hime’s didn’t relent that
easily.

That was one of the reasons why their lord considered her as
someone worthy of being his mate.

Midori knew that their Lord would never demand anything of
Inuyasha and she wouldn’t ask their lord for anything he wasn’t
ready to give. They may have all the riches in the world, they may
have enormous power on their fingertips but they lacked emotion. Both
of the Taishou children lacked the emotional warmth that was needed
to hold onto their sanity.

In their hearts they were so similar that Midori didn’t
understand why they didn’t confess their love for each other.

‘And yet their love is different’ Midori
conceded somewhat reluctantly. Both Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru seemed
to be governed by a different set of rules. When someone managed to
look past the surface of their characters they would realize the
complexity of their relationship.

To them, hatred was much more desired than love. It was much
easier to draw their own blood than to shed tears. They could live
with pain but they shied away from happiness. They would willingly
kill themselves before giving up. That set of ideals was shared by
both and that is how they recognized each other.

Midori sighed as she watched the seamstresses finish their work.
Three ready-made kimonos needed no alterations. One of them was the
white one that she was certain their Lord would appreciate. She
wordlessly picked them up and arranged them in the closet. Inuyasha
still hadn’t changed into proper clothes; she was wearing the
same clothes that she wore for training. That was something that
appalled the seamstresses because they never imagined that a proper
lady would wear such unbecoming clothes.

Inuyasha stood up silently and abruptly left.

Midori stared, entranced as Inuyasha swept out of the room into
the bathroom with grace rivaling her brother and a scowl that would
make even the fiercest hesitate. She didn’t understand why the
hime’s mood changed so suddenly, so viciously. It had something
to do with the wolf prince. She shared a look with Noriko who nodded
and ran out of the room. Midori didn’t waste anytime before
escorting the seamstresses out before quietly returning.

Midori decided against going into the bath to assist Inuyasha.
Sango had warned her that she didn’t like to be bothered or
touched unless she approved of it and Midori was going to pay heed to
that warning.

It wasn’t long before Inuyasha walked back into the room.
The juban clung to her wet body and her hair curled about her face,
flowing down her back like droplets of water dripped onto the floor.
On her pale face, her dark glittering eyes stood out. It was then
that Noriko walked in, she looked at Inuyasha doubtfully and sighed,
“Sesshoumaru-sama says that you can venture outside the castle
for a while. The barrier will protect you but he said that we should
accompany you, hime-sama.”

Both hand-maidens were relieved to note the small smirk that
graced Inuyasha’s features. She wanted this and their Lord knew
it.

Midori hid her smile skillfully. Their relationship was very
intriguing indeed.

Xxx

“Damn it.” Inuyasha whispered hoarsely surveying the
damage her sword had caused and then looking at the two opponents in
from of her. They radiated authority and arrogance once and now they
were glaring at her. They were enraged that she wouldn’t
submit, furious that she would deny them.

Behind her, Midori and Noriko were looking helpless, knowing that
they could do nothing to help. The demons were twins, the sons of the
Daiyoukai of Fire country. They were Phoenixes.

Midori took a shuddering breath. She was at awe. Inuyasha was
fighting two seemingly powerful demons without faltering, with expert
ease. The majesty and grace with which her body moved enchanted not
only her but the demons she was fighting.

Inuyasha snarled, her beautiful golden eyes flashing, “Aid
me Tetsusaiga.” She raised the fang that pulsed with power,
calling all winds to dance around it, “Kaze No Kizu!”

The attack tore through the ground with frightening force and
power. Blinding white streaks that burned everything in its path
flowed from the blade. The demons had no choice but to dodge it but
one couldn’t escape fully and lost a limb. The demon with
shining red hair cried out and fell unconscious leaving Inuyasha with
one less opponent to deal with.

That didn’t mean that it was easy.

Seeing his brother in pain sent the demon into wild rage. Inuyasha
immediately recognized the danger. “Midori, Noriko… run!
It is not safe here!”

Midori wanted to disagree but she knew that they would only be a
liability. Both of them scrambled onto their feet. They had to inform
their Lord.

“How dare you defy us hanyou bitch!” The demon snarled
and Inuyasha did nothing but raise a perfectly cut brow in question.
Did they expect her to just bare her neck and let them have her? She
was the daughter of Inu-No-Taishou, she would never submit.

Suddenly he attacked her once again. This time he was going for
her neck with his fangs. She narrowed her eyes in annoyance and let
him approach before bringing her arm up to block. Inuyasha didn’t
even flinch when his fangs bit into her arm, to her that wound gave
her another advantage over the reckless demon before her.

She wrenched herself away and dug her own claws into the wound
left behind by his teeth. With a smirk she lifted her claw above her
head, “Hijin Kessou!” The spike of pain in her arm was
nothing to her, but the damage that attack caused her opponent was
enormous. He bled from various cuts; his perfect face was covered
with sharp claw like wounds. She held her sword out threateningly,
looking at the demon straight in the eye, “There is only one
who is my equal demon and that is not you.”

The demon snarled in response, “You take too much pride in
your father’s blood, in his sword and yet you do not possess
half his might.”

“It matters not.” Inuyasha replied archly, “I am
my own self… I have my father’s blood and his sword but
I am not him.” The hanyou’s smile was arctic, “Facing
me unprepared, untrained, what do you hope to accomplish? As far as I
can see, it is your blood that is being drawn and it is I wining this
battle.”

“The arrogance of Inu-Youkai has not yet diminished. You are
no less conceited than your brother little minx.” The demon
sneered, slipping into a battle stance. Inuyasha quickly noted that
his eyes were not clouded in blind lust. The hunger for her was still
there, but so as the desire to defeat her. She felt her blood roar in
her veins. Her youkai wanted to show this demon his place. Her very
being knew that he was no worthy of being her mate.

There was only one.

Inuyasha was never the one for uncertainty. She had always been
reckless, reckless in battle and in life. But when it came to love
she couldn’t help but exercise caution. No matter how much her
instinct screamed at her, she just couldn’t bring herself to
decide.

She brought her mind back to her charging opponent, ready for
anything he would attempt.

She didn’t get the chance, a bright florescent-green whip
zipped past her halting the demon and making him fall to his knees. A
strong arm slipped around her waist in a possessive grip and she knew
who it was.

She was unscathed save for a few minor cuts but Inuyasha knew that
even those little wounds were still inexcusable. Sesshoumaru’s
anger was so blatant that it traveled from his body onto hers. She
didn’t move in his embrace, watching impassively as the demon
stood shakily, looking at Sesshoumaru with a mixture of fear and
defiance in his gaze.

Inuyasha snorted and crossed her arms, making sure that they
didn’t touch Sesshoumaru’s. She wasn’t surprised to
feel her brother’s hot breath on her throat, she wasn’t
nervous when she noticed that his eyes were roaming over her body,
checking for wounds. She had done more damage than she had incurred
and that pleased him. She could tell from the growl of approval that
caressed her ear. Despite herself, she felt pride rising in her
chest. Her youkai was happy that her mate approved of her.

She resisted the urge to role her eyes. She never let herself
ruled by her youkai’s primitive urges and instincts.
Sesshoumaru’s approval was of no importance to her for if it
had been, it would have destroyed her a long time ago. It was his
confidence not approval that made her pride rise to the skies. He was
confident enough to let her venture outside the castle knowing she
could take care of herself. He was protective and possessive of her
but not overly so. He knew she had survived harsher things than a few
weaklings who wanted to mate her. That was more important to her than
his approval or his affections. That fact that he knew and believed
that she was capable was enough for her.

Her thoughts came to an abrupt halt when the demon looked at her,
“You tease people with your heat scent and then refuse to
submit. If you are Sesshoumaru’s bitch then why don’t you
stay in his bed and stop playing with our senses?”

The demon had crossed the line. In a flash Inuyasha was before him
while Sesshoumaru watched on impassively. Her grip on his neck was
bruising and promised death, “This is our territory you have
trespassed; your presence here was neither anticipated nor
permitted.” She snarled at him, her eyes flashing in anger, “If
you want a female find someone you have the power to tame.”

Inuyasha left the demon on the ground and simply walked away. The
guards were standing there, gaping at the destruction she had caused
and at the pitiful state the intruding demons were in. They
underestimated her and paid the price. She was ruthless when it came
down to it; this was a side that no one had ever seen before. Kikyou
suspected that it existed, Kagome was clueless and Sesshoumaru was
certain it was present.

200 hundred years worth of pain and struggle was not something one
could easily erase. Kikyou believed that she could ease away the
coldness in Inuyasha’s eyes and Kagome believed that under the
shell was a soft hearted hanyou. No one but Sesshoumaru knew the
extent of damage Inuyasha had incurred and no one but he was able to
see how she emerged from it.

That was why she loved him.

She resisted the urge to smirk because she found him by her side
once again, using that powerful arm of his to guide her. They barely
ever spoke to each other and he knew words weren’t needed. They
were two people who lived in solitude for the better part of their
lives. Words to them were like diamonds.

Useless and expensive.

When they entered her chambers Akiko was already there along with
Midori. The healer was sitting patiently with her supplies placed
besides her. As soon as Inuyasha entered the room Akiko let her gaze
wander all over her body. The old healer’s mouth curved into a
small smile.

Sesshoumaru sat away from them, observing with hooded eyes as
Akiko bandaged Inuyasha. He was silent as always and Inuyasha was
ignoring him, as always. However, Akiko could sense Sesshoumaru’s
determination. Their Lord wasn’t going to give Inuyasha anymore
time to decide and frankly Akiko thought that was very wise. Inuyasha
had been delaying the decision for weeks; it was about time
Sesshoumaru took charge. Akiko could see it. She could see in the way
their Lord never took his eyes off Inuyasha. The slow manner in which
he took in her incandescent eyes, her glowing pale skin and her
succulent lips, it was an intense desire that Akiko had only seen
between two lovers.

They had spent weeks dancing around each other. Inuyasha tried and
failed to distance herself from Sesshoumaru and the Lord couldn’t
help but open up to his radiant sister.

It was about time they submitted to destiny.

Akiko knew that Inuyasha was brought into this world for a
specific reason. Izayoi had told her so. With Sesshoumaru, the line
of the Inu-youkai would have ended had Inuyasha not been born. She
was the savior of the clan and that was her purpose whether Inuyasha
accepted it or not didn’t matter.

Akiko could see her tense when Sesshoumaru rose from his seat and
slipped behind her, not touching her but silently promising her a
passion she couldn’t escape. The ancient demon found their
relationship to be baffling and in all her years she had never seen
two people who fit together so perfectly.

Sesshoumaru looked at her only briefly but Akiko knew that she was
no longer welcome. She quickly yet gracefully gathered her things and
left the room along with Midori. Leaving the soon to be lovers alone.

Inuyasha didn’t relax, not even after the healer and the
maid had left the room. Sesshoumaru was up to something. The hairs on
her neck were standing on end because of his level stare. Was her
heat affecting him too? She thought he would have better control than
that. Getting kissed by Kouga was enough but Sesshoumaru? She wasn’t
ready for that because Inuyasha knew that she would give in.

Suddenly she couldn’t tolerate him sitting so close to her.
She stood up and walked over to the window. It would seem that
everything was against her. Inuyasha was certain that whatever was
happening was planned beforehand by their parents. Why else would she
be so powerfully attracted to someone who had brought her nothing but
pain.

She wanted Sesshoumaru. Her entire body pulsed with that need but
some part of her feared to give her brother that kind of power over
her. Mates owned each other. There was no way around it. Sesshoumaru
would own her and she would own Sesshoumaru, anything that affected
her would affect him and vice versa. Was she wrong in fearing for her
future? Would she be happy with Sesshoumaru?

She didn’t find any answers to those questions. Those
questions had been haunting her ever since she stepped into this
palace.

She stiffened when Sesshoumaru came to stand behind her. He didn’t
touch her but she could feel his breath on her neck. Inwardly,
Inuyasha was panicking, but on the outside, she tried to remain calm.
“Are you frightened of me Inuyasha?”

Inuyasha tensed, her narrowed eyes flashing. A soft, involuntary
growl slipped past her lips, warning Sesshoumaru. “The prospect
of sharing eternity with me terrifies you so much that for once in
your life you take the coward’s way out?” Inuyasha hissed
as though those words had a physical impact on her.

“I am not a coward!” She turned around violently, her
golden eyes flashing in rage, “I am not frightened!”

Sesshoumaru raised a brow, not phased by her anger for having
encountered it several times. There was accusation in her eyes and
Sesshoumaru had to steel himself against the pain it caused. His
little sister was a witch who made his hear skip a beat every time
she walked into the room. A few weeks ago he pursued her just for the
sake of their clan. Now he had a different reason and he could no
longer wait.

“You…” the harsh whisper brought Sesshoumaru’s
attention back to Inuyasha, “You said that my demands were
unrealistic. Did you forget that bastard? All my life you did nothing
but make my life miserable and you think a few weeks of affection can
compensate for that? I want to mate someone who would love me, is
that desire really that selfish?”

“What makes you think that I wouldn’t love you?”
Sesshoumaru questioned impassively but the effect of the question on
Inuyasha was profound. Her eyes widened in shock and alarm and she
quickly turned away. The hanyou shook her head and looked up at the
crescent moon, “Don’t do this to me Sesshou…
please.”

The utter pain and helplessness in her voice didn’t deter
Sesshoumaru. In fact, it only served to strengthen his resolve even
further. He lifted his arm and brushed the shinning mass of hair off
Inuyasha’s right shoulder. Ignoring the stiffening of her
posture, he lowered his head to press his lips against the slender
column of her throat. “I play no games imouto. I will make
things very clear. It is you that my being desires and I shall have
no other mate. This is neither the matter of our clan nor the welfare
of the West.” Inuyasha’s eyes widened but she didn’t
move, her heart was thundering in her chest and her body was
responding to the light kisses he placed on her nape.

“It is you or no one Inuyasha. I refuse to take anyone else
as my mate.” Inuyasha nearly stopped breathing at the moment,
“Sesshou… please stop being so unreasonable!” She
knew the consequences of his actions.

The Daiyoukai fisted his fingers in her hair and forced her to
tilt her head to the side. Slowly, sensually, he traced her jaw with
his tongue, smirking at her slight whimper. “Find me someone
whose taste is just as intoxicating as yours, find me a female who
would possess such strength and defiance and such radiant beauty.
Find me someone who would love me as wholly and selflessly as you do
and I shall mate her Inuyasha. Can you do that?”

“Sesshou…” The Daiyoukai shook his head, his
eyes narrowing, “I won’t settle for anything less than
you.”

Inuyasha stayed still for a moment, her hands fisted on the window
sill. She didn’t know what to do. A soft, dry laugh escaped her
trembling lips, “You can be very stubborn when you need to be.”
Inuyasha whispered finally. She didn’t protest when he grasped
her elbow and turned her around to face him.

Slender yet lethal fingers cupped her face and in a rare moment of
tenderness, Sesshoumaru lowered his face to place the gentlest and
most toe curling kiss she had ever experienced.

Inuyasha gave a rather uncharacteristic yelp when Sesshoumaru
wrapped his arm around her and swept her off her feet. It was an
impressive feet considering he only had one arm and she was a tall
female. He walked swiftly to the bed and lowered her onto the rich
silks, giving her a lingering kiss on her temple.

With a sigh she closed her eyes only to snap them open when she
felt his fingers encasing her ankle. Inuyasha’s eyes held
surprise as she looked at her brother with raised brows. He was
kneeling in front of her, holding her ankle and lifting her leg. The
movement caused the silk fabric of her yukata to slip down to her
upper thigh, revealing her defined, pale leg to his hungry gaze.

Inuyasha couldn’t help but blush. This was her, not the
illusion he was seeing and she never felt so exposed. He was still
holding onto her angle while observing the creamy skin of her inner
thigh with an intensity that caused her to squirm. He caught her gaze
and held it as he lowered his head to press his mouth against the
spot just above her ankle.

She couldn’t hold back a gasp as his tongue sneakily tasted
her skin. The sensation was electric. Such a simple gesture had the
furs on her body standing on end. Slowly, he moved upward, kissing
thoroughly and randomly, sometimes sucking and biting into the pale
flesh of her inner thigh.

Each kiss elicited a gasp from her; each bite brought forth a moan
that begged for more.

Inuyasha’s perfectly pale skin was now marred with
kiss-marks. His marks. His possessive ways only managed to
excite her further. Inuyasha’s breath hitched as he bypassed
her core, his hot breath teasing the sensitive area and making her
shiver violently. He settled her long leg over his shoulder and used
his arm to loosen her obi. Inuyasha looked on with wide eyes as he
brushed aside the folds of her yukata, revealing her to him. She
watched in awe as his breath hissed past his lips at the sight of her
without the protection of clothes.

Sesshoumaru’s gaze hypnotized her, his eyes darkened slowly
in desire as they wandered over her naked form. It was then Inuyasha
was able to see that fire that lurked underneath the ice. His passion
for her was intense and it scorched the world around them. Her breath
caught in her throat at the sight of him.

A cry slipped past her lips when his tongue caressed the skin over
her hip-bones. Inuyasha’s back arched off the bed as she
slipped her fingers into his hair, drowning in the fire he was
creating. She could feel his hand wandering, cupping her supple
breast, pinching her nipple and all she could do was shudder in
response.

Inuyasha barely got the time to breathe before his lips seized
hers in a fierce kiss. She opened her mouth in silent invitation,
drowning herself in the heat of the moment. The kiss was slow and
deliberate, his tongue danced in and out of her parted lips, teasing
her, tempting her. Her soft, breathless laughter rang out through the
silence in the room as his fingers found areas both ticklish and
arousing.

He was passionate. Sesshoumaru exercised no restraint. He just
took what he needed with fierceness that she had never seen in him.
He devoured her, wrenching a lusty moan from her unwilling throat.
She rose to meet him, her own passion and love fueling his desire.
Inuyasha buried her fingers into his hair, grasping those silken
strands in a vicious grip as he nipped at her bottom lip. She wanted
him as close as possible, she wanted to melt into him and become one
with him.

His hot tongue teased the seam of her lips open and he plunged in,
raping her mouth in bruising, lustful kisses. Her entire body
shivered at the caresses of his scorching fingers. His kiss was hot
and demanding. Sesshoumaru was ruthlessly dominating her, forcing her
to submit to him fully and utterly.

“Sesshou…” there was a hidden plea in
her voice that he immediately understood. Under his callused fingers
was the satiny skin that covered her entire body. The fine furs on
her flesh clung to his fingers lovingly as he caressed her quivering
thigh. Her breath was a seductive whisper against his skin; her
hooded eyes were dancing in lust and love. It was for him, all for
him. This enchantress who squirmed under him was his; he would own
her from this day forth.

Sesshoumaru reveled in her soft gasps as he took her puckered
nipple between his lips. He loved the way Inuyasha cried out in
reckless abandon as sucked the areola into his mouth, letting his
tongue tease it. She was barely coherent by the time he finished with
one breast and started arousing the other. Her nipple was taut even
before he took it into his mouth. She was getting impatient,
squirming deliciously under his body, she rubbing herself against him
in all the right places.

Inuyasha’s small, slender fingers danced down his clothed
spine eliciting a small shiver from him form. She was the only woman
who was able to make him quiver at the simplest touch. Inuyasha’s
growl of warning as she tugged at his clothing was both vicious and
arousing. Sesshoumaru felt a thrill run down his spine when her eyes
flashed red. Her carnal instincts to mate were slowly overpowering
her rationality. He could feel her razor sharp fangs nipping
threateningly at his throat and he groaned. She wanted him to
pleasure her, if he didn’t do that she would take control and
make him submit to her.

She may be a hanyou, she was still an Inu-hanyou female.

“Patience beloved.” He whispered huskily in her
sensitive ear. He cupped her breast as he kissed along the slender
column of her neck. He groaned softly as her callused fingers
caressed the back of his neck, drawing him closer to her delicious
body.

“Take them off…” he commanded huskily and
gestured at his clothes. Inuyasha did what she was told without
hesitating, her hands worked deftly to loosen the obi around his
waist and within moments she had him undressed. Her mischievous lips
seized the tip of his sensitive ear as her finger’s danced down
his newly exposed chest. Inuyasha traced invisible patterns of his
chest while she continued to murmur some very arousing words into his
ear. Sesshoumaru could feel her grin and knew that if he allowed
himself to become a slave to her seduction he would lose his position
as an alpha.

He seized both her adventurous hands and pinned them above her
head. The Daiyoukai smirked wickedly at her when she met his gaze.
“Don’t pout so little vixen…” he murmured in
her ear, smirking when he shuddered underneath him. “I have
much better use for those delicious lips of yours.” Those
succulent lips soon formed a rather seductive smile as she lifted her
head as much as she could and licked the stripes on his cheek, “And
what might that be my lord?”

Sesshoumaru lowered his face so that their lips were only a
whisper part, “Will you service me Inuyasha… do you know
how?” His fangs gleamed wickedly when he saw her blush and turn
her head away. Oh she was so innocent and fresh. Sesshoumaru could
barely control himself. “Would you like me to teach you?”
She shivered in his arms, doubt clouding her eyes once again.
Inuyasha obviously had no experience in such things; he doubted she
even knew how she should respond.

Sesshoumaru didn’t want to make her feel insecure. It
pleased him to no end to see that she was indeed unaware of the more
adventurous forms of foreplay. To him it proved that she was
untainted in body, mind and soul. She was pure and shall always
remain pure. He, as her mate would preserve that purity.

Smiling against her temple, Sesshoumaru slid his hand down her
back to the lush curve of her rear end, cupping it lightly. Smirking
at her surprised gasp, he left her lips to once again plant burning
kisses down her throat. “Sesshoumaru…” Inuyasha’s
voice was low, laden with desire. The scent of her arousal mingled
with his and he felt the wetness of her core beneath his fingers.

A devilish glint entered his eyes when he noted that Inuyasha was
ready for him. Maneuvering slightly, he slipped between his mate’s
spread legs, groaning when he felt the heat of her feminine core
pressed against his arousal.

Inuyasha bit her lower lip when Sesshoumaru’s rough, hot
tongue teased the spot just below her ear. Her hand desperately
clawed at the silk sheets underneath her while his fingers teased her
clit.

“Sesshou!”

Her mate hissed in her ear, very pleased with her responsiveness.
Inuyasha’s tossed her head back, her body arching off the bed.
Her voluptuous curves molded perfectly into the powerful body above
her. Her entire frame shuddered when he slipped three teasing fingers
into her hot body. The sensation was unlike any other she had ever
felt before and Inuyasha bucked and cried out for him. Her eyes
clenched shut and her swollen lower lip bled under the force of her
sharp fangs. The heat of her core traveled up Sesshoumaru’s arm
and flowed through his body and he bared his fangs the sudden
expansion of lust within him.

It was time.

He gave his new mate a small teasing kiss and pulled away. Her
eyes snapped open when she no longer could feel his warmth nor could
she feel those wicked fingers within her. Sesshoumaru smirked
devilishly at her, his eyes gleaming in passion. His expression
caused a sliver of doubt to form within her chest. Feminine
insecurity clouded her thoughts and he must have seen it for her
leaned forward, licking her furry ear with his seductive tongue.
“Koishii…” Inuyasha shivered in response,
“I need your answer.”

“A…answer?” she managed to gasp out painfully.
Her body throbbed in need and her instincts were confused. Why was he
denying himself and her? She brought her hand up to cup his face, her
gold eyes questioning, “Mate?” She could still feel his
hardness pressed against her feminine folds, telling her that he
needed her just as much as she needed him.

Sesshoumaru caught her off guard when he flipped her onto her
stomach and moved to her hands and knees in one swift and graceful
movement. Inuyasha’s breath caught in her throat when she felt
his enormous girth pressed against her, ready to penetrate her
vulnerable body. Her face flushed when she felt him smirking against
her shoulder, “Bastard…” she whispered, almost
fondly while bringing her arm up to burry her fingers in his silken
hair. She tilted her head to the side giving more access for his
hungry lips to feast upon her skin.

“Your freedom will be compromised.” He whispered
against the delicious skin of her neck, his fangs hungry to sink in.
“I will not allow my mate travel like a commoner nor will I
allow you to risk your life.” Inuyasha’s breath hitched
as she realized what he meant. “Sessh…”

“Silence. You will listen before you are allowed to speak.”
He interrupted her commandingly.

Her mind swirled in confusion, her arousal making her thoughts
incoherent. “I will take you tonight and you will bear my pup.
You will provide me with a powerful heir.” Inuyasha shivered,
her eyes closing on their own accord when his passionate voice
whispered commands into her ear. She could feel the smooth contours
of his powerful body pressed against her back and moaned silently.
“You will stay by my side as my mate, my lady and the ruler of
the West. Do I have your word Inuyasha?”

Inuyasha didn’t pause to think, she couldn’t.
Sesshoumaru was her mate and her lord. She could deny him nothing.
“Sesshoumaru… y…you have my w…word.”

An anguished cry tore through her throat as he buried himself
within her in one harsh stroke. Her head was tossed over his shoulder
as pained whimpers escaped her lips. The pain was burning and all she
wanted was for him to get out. Her entire spine went rigid while her
thighs trembled. The sharp tang of blood rose in the air but she was
far too engrossed in her own pain to notice it. Her body trembled as
she was forced to drop to her elbows. “I apologize…
saiai…” Sesshoumaru’s strained voice brought her
out of her pain induced stupor.

She knew this would happen. She had to bleed; it was a part of the
mating ritual. The blood of her innocence had to be spilled to ensure
the creation of healthy pups. It was an ancient custom and she knew
Sesshoumaru would have preferred not to be so harsh with her.
Inuyasha took a deep shuddering breath before relaxing her body. She
pushed the pain to the back of her mind, only to gasp at the
incredible sensation of being filled so completely and thoroughly.
Her hands fisted on the sheets and she buried her face in the pillow,
a soft, harsh whine escaping her.

Her cry of pain was like a knife plunging into his soul but his
body reveled in the sensation of being buried in her welcoming
warmth. Her slick walls throbbed against his member in a hypnotizing
rhythm that was unique only to her. Sesshoumaru could feel her heart
beat within him; he could feel the surge of emotions she was going
through.

He pressed his forehead against her shoulder, giving her and
himself some time to gather their wits. This was nothing like what he
had felt before. His mate was fabulous, delicious and mesmerizing and
she made him feel surreal. Sheathed to the hilt within her tight, hot
body, he felt no control over his instincts. His hand slammed against
the soft pillow and he dug his claws into it. He needed something to
hold onto because he was losing himself within her.

He placed soft kisses on the sweaty skin underneath his lips in a
form of apology. Sesshoumaru wrapped his other arm across her chest,
holding her against his chest and slowly withdrew. He didn’t
miss Inuyasha’s wince and whimper but she didn’t back
down, she didn’t ask him to stop. He was immensely careful with
her, withdrawing only an inch before gently guiding himself back into
the warm confines of her body.

He was rewarded with a soft, inquisitive moan. He smirked against
her shoulder, his arm tightening around her and he repeated the
motion, again and again. Each time he withdrew a little more, plunged
in a little deeper until her soft, approving moans turned into
frustrated growls.

“Faster…” She hissed angrily causing him
to smirk.

Digging his face into her neck he withdrew most of his length from
her before plunging back in with decisive force making her choke on a
sharp cry.

Inuyasha’s face flushed in passion, her pale skin turning
glistening pink. Her sharp breaths became outright sobs as her mate
shifted a little and slammed into her again. The pleasure was
agonizing and it brought tears to her eyes. Inuyasha tossed her head
back and gasped out his name in a breathless whisper. The heat of him
moving inside her was making her crave for more, cry out for more.

She desperately searched for something to hang on to; this sudden
surge of fierce passion frightened her as well as exhilarated her. As
though sensing her thoughts, Sesshoumaru’s fingers released the
pillow and curled about hers. His grasp on her hand was firm and
reassuring.

“Sesshoumaru…” His name slipped past her
swollen lips heedlessly as he continued to plunge into her with his
ruthless yet satisfying rhythm. With each thrust he drove deeper and
with each thrust he sent her deeper into that dark world where only
their passion and desire existed.

The Daiyoukai groaned at her whimper. Her moans were driving him
to the brink of insanity. He breathed harshly against her ear,
smirking in male pride when her breathing labored. Each thrust drew a
seductive moan from her which only served to arouse him more. Their
bodies moved in synchronization, molding together as though they were
a single entity.

Finally she gave in. Her body convulsed violently under him and
she screamed his name with passionate agony drenching her
voice. Her walls undulated around his member, pulling him further
into her warm body, bathing him in her climax.

She went weak and conquered in his embrace as he snarled
lustfully. Thrusting violently, his eyes bled crimson and he stared
down at her bared neck in hunger. His lips pulled back, exposing his
lengthening fangs that emitting a bright green fluid. His sharp
canines hovered dangerously over her exposed skin as he waited for
the right moment.

Just then the sharp ecstasy of his release claimed him and his
growled loudly. He snapped his hips forwards, thrusting into her as
far as he could go and sank his fangs into the delicious flesh.

Inuyasha’s head snapped up, her body thrashing in his
embrace. A loud, pained cry left her bruised lips as he sucked on the
wound he just created. His poison blissfully numbed the area as he
drank her blood and marked her with his signature. Inuyasha
became acutely aware of his forceful release as his powerful seed
burned inside of her, drenching her womb and gasped at the phantom
sensation. That was unlike anything she had ever felt before.
Inuyasha felt complete as though a piece of her soul had been
returned to her.

She lay there, panting and shuddering. Sesshoumaru was above her,
his chest pressed against her back and his short breaths were
ruffling her hair. Her heart was beating loudly in her ears, her
entire body felt unnaturally hot. Slowly, Sesshoumaru withdrew from
her completely, his flaccid member slipped out of her leaving a trail
of white cum flowing down her thighs.

She blushed and dug her face into the pillow only to sigh softly
as Sesshoumaru brushed her moist hair of her forehead. Inuyasha’s
eyelid suddenly felt as though they weight a ton. Her body felt sated
yet weak. She watched with half-lidded eyes as Sesshoumaru released
the firm grip he had on her hand. She followed his arm he guided her
palm to his smirking lips and kissed its center. “You are
beautiful, my mate.” His lips barely moved as he spoke but his
words were clear. The awe in his voice was clear and for the first
time in her life Inuyasha truly felt beautiful.

Xxx

Inuyasha groaned when she felt sharp claws tenderly graze the skin
of her back. She could tell by the coolness of the air that the sun
had already gone into hiding. “Are you awake; aisai?”
Sesshoumaru questioned as he continued to caress her back. Inuyasha
nuzzled the pillow lazily, “Aa.”

The caressing hand stopped and she nearly whined in
disappointment. “How are you feeling?” He questioned
softly as he moved to pull her into his arms. She found her face
pressed against his warm, powerful chest and shivered at the
sensation of those callused fingers running up and down her back.
“Good.” She answered softly and could feel him looking at
her questioningly but she didn’t say anything else.

To be honest, she did feel a little awkward. Despite the fact that
they were mates and he had just made love to her a few hours ago, she
felt a little odd when he touched her. She was just not used to being
touched. Sometime during her sleep he had donned a light yukata and
she realized that she had never seen him in such informal clothes.
“Sesshoumaru?” she prodded carefully when she noticed
something very odd.

The Daiyoukai grunted in question while he continued to read a
book she hadn’t noticed before. “When did you left arm
grow back?” she asked abruptly, gazing at the fully functioning
limb in wonder. Sesshoumaru chuckled and put away his book, “I
do not know aisai.”

Inuyasha stared at him at incredulously, her eyes going wide, “How
can you not know?!” The Daiyoukai shrugged, “All
my senses had been captivated by something else Inuyasha.”

“What can be more captivating than your arm growing back?”
She asked as she cradled the newly formed limb in her hands,
observing his claws and fingers carefully. Sesshoumaru raised a brow
at her, his eyes sharpening in a way she wasn’t comfortable
with, “My wife is certainly more captivating.”

She smiled a little when she understood what he meant. She went
back to observing the recently grown appendage. The skin was soft and
delicate, unlike his other arm. She knew that those claws wouldn’t
function properly for a while. It would take sometime for that new
arm to meet fighting standards.

“Shall we see about dinner or would you like to rest a while
more?” Sesshoumaru questioned while flexing his new claws,
testing their mobility. Inuyasha groaned knowing from the slight
sparks of pain dancing down her spine that moving would not be such a
good idea for now. “You go ahead…” she whispered
against his chest, “I’ll be with you in a while.”

Sesshoumaru chuckled softly and flipped them gently so Inuyasha
was lying on her back. A pained expression crossed her pale features
at the movement but she didn’t say anything. He got off her and
tucked the silk coverlet around her to keep her warm. “It has
been a taxing day, you need to eat something. Rest for a while, I
shall send Midori, she can help you bathe.” Inuyasha frowned at
the suggestion causing Sesshoumaru to smirk suggestively, “Or
do you want me to assist you in bathing?”

Inuyasha flushed and glared at Sesshoumaru, “I swear you are
worse than Miroku.”

“Only for you aisai, only for you.” He graced her with
a small, teasing smirk and swiftly walked out of the room.

It didn’t take long for Midori to arrive. The green haired
girl was beaming when she took in her mistress’s expression.
Inuyasha narrowed her eyes warningly, “Not a word Midori.”
The servant just shrugged and smiled indulgingly. The hanyou sat up
and sighed when a spike of pain shot up her back. “So?”
Midori asked, her eyes sparkling, “Will you wear the white
kimono for your mate hime-sama?”

Inuyasha’s brought her hand up to feel Sesshoumaru’s
mark on her neck and shook her head ruefully, “Your lord can be
very persistent when he wants to be.” She wrapped the coverlet
around her body and walked towards the bathroom with a slight limp.
Midori followed the hime in, taking the beautiful white kimono with
her.

X

Sesshoumaru raised his brow in question at the oddly quiet group
of shard-hunters. They had assembled for the evening meal and they
were staring at him. They hadn’t spoken a word; they were just
gaping at him for the past five minutes.

Finally Miroku decided to speak up, “Sesshoumaru-sama, I
think you should treat your wound.” The Daiyoukai raised a brow
at the human monk. “Wound?”

Kagome nodded and gestured towards his neck, “There are four
gashes on your neck. That must have hurt. Did you get involved some
kind of fight?”

Sesshoumaru frowned and brought his hand up to his neck to feel
those gashes. They felt like claw marks.

Claws dug into the back of his neck and Inuyasha whimpered his
name almost reverently.

The Daiyoukai’s eyes flashed as he remembered the passion of
their coupling. He could still taste her innocence on his lips. The
fresh flavor of her skin still lingered in his mouth.

Miroku, Kagome and Sango looked at each other hesitantly when
Sesshoumaru’s eyes glittered. Something had happened, they
couldn’t recognize that look. Was it anger? Or was it…
lust?

They were brought out of their thoughts when Shippo walked into
the room cheerily. However, what had them gaping was the woman who
followed him in.

Kouga’s eyes widened and Miroku found himself twitching.
Inuyasha walked in, looking radiant as always but that was not what
caught them by surprise. Inuyasha had to most beautiful smile on her
face. It was a shock to see her look so carefree and simply happy,
without the burden of the world weighing her shoulders down. Seeing
her smile was enough to make everyone in the room relax unconsciously
and smile too.

Sango and Kagome grinned softly, their eyes glowing while Kouga
unconsciously followed her every movement. They didn’t even
dare to say a word, afraid that the moment would shatter and her
smile would vanish.

Sesshoumaru raised a brow at their expressions and looked over his
shoulder to see his mate positively glowing. His features softened
almost imperceptibly in her presence but Inuyasha noticed. He just
nodded to her in welcome but she didn’t miss the way his sharp
eyes followed her every move as she sat beside him. When Inuyasha
turned to her friends she was taken aback by the idiotic look on
their faces.

Hell, Miroku was grinning and she didn’t like that grin. ‘I
wish I had my mother’s anklet back!’ She ignored
their weird expressions and turned to her mate, almost comforted to
see his usual stoic expression.

The meal was a vibrant affair as usual. Shippo was excited. Having
new friends in the palace had really done him a lot of good.
Inwardly, Inuyasha was happy for the kid. He was growing in the
palace. Many of the guards had started training him even though
neither she nor Sesshoumaru had ordered them to do so.

Inuyasha felt as though they had become a small family. Even
though she knew that Sesshoumaru would never see them as anything
more than mere acquaintances.

She knew this wouldn’t last. Sesshoumaru might know it too.
Naraku wouldn’t let them slide so easily. There were too many
responsibilities on their shoulders.

Inuyasha glanced at Sesshoumaru out of the corner of her eyes. She
nearly choked when she, for the first time, noticed four long gashes
on his neck.

Her face burned when she recalled how he got them and it didn’t
help matters that Sesshoumaru noticed her blush instantly. He smirked
wickedly at her, his eyes promising passion. She forcefully pushed
her agitation down. Who would have thought that her stoic and cold
brother was such a… hentai! It totally ruined his image! She
glared grumpily at him only to receive a cool glance and a smirk in
return.

Her mate was just so smug! Although, she had to admit that she
liked to see him behave like that. It made her feel nice that he did
that only for her.

It was good that none of her friends noticed. They were too
engrossed in the delicious meal. However, out of the corner of her
eyes she noted Kouga icy stare and narrowed her eyes. She was certain
that the wolf prince knew about their mating and from the looks of
it, he was not happy.

Throughout the meal, she could feel his chilling cerulean eyes on
her and frowned inwardly. Why the hell was he so angry! He didn’t
love her did he? She couldn’t bring herself to believe that he
could just shift his affections from Kagome to her, just like that.
Kouga’s steady stare was making her feel uneasy but she
features remained impassive as always.

‘I need to get out of here for a while.’
Inuyasha sighed inwardly, knowing that Sesshoumaru was well aware of
her discomfort. Her emotions were still a little rickety from mating
but Sesshoumaru could easily sense them.

She was somewhat relieved when the meal was over and she quickly
excused herself. She was glad to know that no one followed her.
Silently and swiftly, she made her way towards the peaceful gardens
that surrounded the palace. Inuyasha needed time to think. She needed
time to analyze the life-changing decisions she took in the past 12
hours.

She knew just the right place. No one but Sesshoumaru knew and she
knew that her mate would leave her alone for a while before coming
for her. Walking along the intricate maze of rich, well maintained
gardens Inuyasha came to a small, reserved clearing with a single
sakura tree standing amongst the sea of wild flowers. Under the shade
of the tree was a single grave that she had not seen for over a
hundred years.

Her mother’s grave.

She sat down on the bench in front of her grave and smiled
slightly as though she was smiling at her mother. “Anou
okaa-san, long time no see ne?” tilting her head the Inuyasha
sighed. “The secret is out and now I am Sesshoumaru’s
mate. Was this what you wanted kaa-san? I don’t feel like I
have taken the wrong decision in mating Sesshoumaru but I can’t
help but feel a little insecure.” With a small smile Inuyasha
looked up at the night sky, “What will chichi-ue say? Lots of
events have occurred in the past few weeks kaa-san and everything has
left me feeling a little lost.”

She closed her eyes, suddenly feeling very alone, “Just like
always, even being surrounded by so many people, I feel so alone.”

She almost jumped out of her skin in shock when two hands slipped
around her waist. Inuyasha was harshly pulled back to a silk clad
chest while the arms around her tightened, “Sesshou…?”

The Daiyoukai didn’t say anything. Lifting her left hand, he
slipped a beautiful diamond ring onto her ring finger and kissed her
slender fingers, “Ask her for her blessings Inuyasha.”
The hanyou blinked, a little surprised by Sesshoumaru’s odd
request. She turned to look at her mother’s grave and smiled,
“Kaa-san, you have always protected me. You have been the
perfect mother and the perfect mentor. I am on the road to create my
own family… I hope you are happy with the decisions I have
made. I hope to start my new life with your blessings mother. Thank
you… for everything.”

Sesshoumaru turned his mate around and lifted her chin. Distancing
himself from her, he let his eyes wander over her form. The white
silk kimono she wore was decorated with sakura petals, the garment
was simple yet it looked breath-taking only because it was Inuyasha
who was wearing it. Her left hand was still in his grasp, the perfect
diamond ring gleamed in the light of the moon.

Sesshoumaru found himself unconsciously contemplating his mate.
Something was missing in her perfect appearance and he knew what it
was. He reached for the collar of her kimono and tugged it a little.
He ignored her confused glance and continued setting the garment to
his satisfaction. When he was done, his mark was perfectly visible.

Inuyasha frowned at him not bothering to question his odd
behavior. She willingly came to him when he pulled her close. “When
you are alone in a crowd, do not forget aisai.” He smirked when
she scowled at him. It was obvious that she didn’t want him to
intrude on her private moment with her mother, “I will always
be by your side.”

He lifted her chin and allowed himself to drown in her
honey-colored gaze. It didn’t take long for her scowling lips
to bloom into a beautiful smile; a smile that he knew was a very rare
sight. He caressed her cheek with his thumb and lowered his lips onto
her.

He initiated their new life with a perfect little kiss.
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