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A First Time For Everything	By : MiztikalDragon Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Rin > Sessh?maru/Rin Views: 18537 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: Do not own a damn thing, unless it is the booze I was sipping while writing out this little short.


          This story is a little on the darker side and is not suitable for children. If you do not like or want to read a story with dark themes, please do not press forward. I have been throwing around the idea for several months now and I loved the way it turned out. Please keep all flame-throwers turned off.

          A First Time for Everything

“Danger Zone”-- Gwen Stefani

       Something was telling Sesshomaru that he was in danger. His muscles were aching and throbbing, painful jolts of electricity and numbness spreading from his fingertips and toes, bringing him from unconsciousness slowly. His eyes were heavy and hard to open and even after blinking several times to clear his vision all he could see was darkness.

       He should have been at his home, sipping some scotch or reading one of the historical textbooks he had picked up from the bookstore earlier in the week. There was a deadline he had to keep, a translation of Mesopotamian religion from an archeological dig his brother had been on months before. It had been a wonderful find, ancient text, fragile and priceless artifacts and Sesshomaru had been eager to uncover the foreign language.

       Wherever he was now, it definitely was not his home, the thick scent of lavender and sandalwood stinging his nose. His home smelled more like pine needles and stale socks; he had forgotten to do his laundry in anticipation for the new material and had let his dirty clothes gather into a pile in his bedroom and hallway. In fact, he had contacted the house cleaning service from the front desk of his high-rise loft and asked to have them send for his laundry as they had done so several times in the past.

       He remembered the hesitant knock at his front door as it had interrupted his work mid-sentence and he contemplated canceling the maid service and calling his brother’s wife instead. Kagome did not mind helping him during the months his brother was gone and they had a civil relationship, she knew how to gauge his mood and work around him. It was something she had picked up quickly and he admired her for the strength it took to deal with not only his pig-headed half-brother, but Sesshomaru himself as well.

       The last of the grogginess burned away and Sesshomaru tried to move his arms to stop the aching and met resistance, he was tied securely in place. His mind raced over the unclear memories desperately trying to figure out where he was and how he ended up in his current situation. It was spotty at best, he remembered opening his front door and glancing half-heartedly at the dark-haired woman in the crisp white cleaning uniform, he remembered she was young, pretty even but anything afterwards was lost to him.

       How long had he been captive in this dark place? Was it days, hours, minutes and did anyone even know he was missing? The silence scared him, his errant thoughts filling his mind with worst-case scenarios, or of movie plots he had seen, and though he knew he had to keep his wits about him, the knowledge that he was a dead man would not leave him be. Would his body be mutilated and dumped into a canal, left unrecognizable by anyone until dental records could be provided? Would his captor(s) leave enough of them to be used to identify him? Was this about money, revenge or some random act of violence?

       The sound of footsteps thundered in his ears even though he knew they were light and controlled. His heart was beating rapidly, fear pulsing in his veins and he struggled to calm his breathing, to pretend that he was till unconscious until he could get a better idea of what was going on and where he was. Light spilled into the room, temporarily blinding Sesshomaru, his eyes scrunching closed, a pitiful attempt to save his retinas from the intrusion the darkness could not conceal.

“I see you are awake,” the voice was feminine, soothing and soft; however, he could not determine if it was friend or foe, doubting the latter.

       Soft hands touched his exposed flesh, running down his bicep to his elbow surprising him with the warmth of the contact. He was too wound up to relax, too uncertain of anything besides who he was and it was not a position he knew how to handle. He had never before felt so defenseless, so helpless. It was not a good feeling.

“Where am I?” His voice cracked and his throat burned letting him know his captivity had not been a recent affair.

“You’re safe,” hands trailed over his clavicle, lightly teasing the sensitive flesh of his chest. She was trying to sooth his heartbeat, he was certain she could feel it and it only served to make him more anxious than he felt. “You’re safe.”

“Who are you?” Finally, he got his eyes to adjust to the light in the room, his arms still restrained and unable to rub the haziness away.

“Rin,” he was in a large room, an attic he guessed by the low beams and dimensions. It told him that he was somewhere in an old residential area, somewhere where old money was a probability. They did not make homes this way anymore, not within the last twenty years and it narrowed down to possibly five different neighborhoods, but only if he was correct. “You know me.”

“I do?” She brought a straw to his lips and he drank from the cup in her hand heavily, warm water exploding into his mouth and down his throat, temporarily relieving his sudden thirst.

“Yes,” her hair was shorter than he thought it should have been, lying over her full cheeks in a modern bob, choppy layers framing her face and almost giving her a pixie look. It was dark, possibly black or dark brown, it was hard to tell in the fluorescent lighting, but her eyes were big pools of hazel. “Yes, you do.”

       Her eyes were hypnotic, capturing his attention and refusing to let go. They were soft and clear, alluring and naïve all wrapped together. She looked no older than twenty, twenty-three if he was pushing it and her pain skin seemed to glow with an eerie whiteness, it made him wonder if she was a beautiful figment of his imagination.

       The light flickered, snapping him from his thoughts as she put the plastic cup onto a small nightstand, her fingers beginning their feather like tour of his abs, sliding over his belly button and he felt his body jolt as fire erupted in his veins. What was happening to him?

“I’ve watched you for so long,” she cooed dreamily, her head resting on his chest as she rested her body alongside his. “You were so beautiful, so strong and I knew that you and I were soul mates the first time I saw you.”

       He could feel the buckle of the restraints holding his wrists in place digging onto his skin, feel every inch of his flesh against hers and it repulsed and aroused him at the same time. He was thirsty again, the need almost unbearable and he fought with his body to listen to him, to not react to her. She looked innocent, childlike, but his instincts told Sesshomaru that this Rin was dangerous.

“God gave you to me,” lips brushed over the column of his throat, wrenching a gasp of surprise from his lips as chills ran down his spine. This was not happening. “I was a good girl, and he always rewards those who are deserving...”

       Sesshomaru was unable to suppress the groan of need as teeth tugged at his earlobe, her wet tongue running across his skin in a way that had desire pooling in his abdomen. His body wanted her, arched into her touch, appeased her needs and begged for the warmth of her.

“I love you Sesshomaru,” her voice had gone several octaves lower, a hungry huskiness that was impossible to ignore and when her fingers curled around his need he thought he would die from the ecstasy flowing through him.

“Shhhh,” he could not take his eyes from her when she pulled away from him, her hazel orbs staring at him with a longing his body was screaming for. She teased him, her fingers slowly unbuttoning her blouse, pulling the material away and leaving her in only her bra. His mind told him to look away, that this was not right, that his reaction was not normal, but the other part wanted her.

“Rin?” Another voice faintly called out, it was familiar and the woman in front of him froze, her head swinging to glance over her shoulder and Sesshomaru felt the pricks of her blunted nails in his arm. “What the hell---?”

“Get out!” Rin yelled loudly, cooling some of the heat burning in Sesshomaru’s loins.

“Oh my god what have you done?” Sesshomaru struggled to put a name to the voice, and when the other occupant came into view, he immediately knew. Kohaku. “Is that InuYasha’s brother?”

       Sesshomaru felt more than he saw Rin’s body tense as Kohaku stomped forward, his hand wrenching the woman from the bed and dragging her away. She screamed shrilly in protest, her fingers clawing for freedom like a caged cat. He would have sworn things happened in slow motion; however, it was quicker than a flash of lightning.

“HE’S MINE!” One moment she had been scrambling for a way out of Kohaku’s grasp, the next she managed to get to her feet, an object clutched firmly in the palm of one of her hands. “I WON’T LET YOU TAKE HIM FROM ME!”

       Kohaku’s body rocked with the power of the first blow, his cry of pain drowned out by the force of Rin’s scream. Her arm slammed against the boy again, dropping him to the floor like a sack of potatoes, the sickening thud echoing in Sesshomaru’s ear. He could no longer see the two of them, but the gurgling wet sound and the last smack of something solid hitting flesh telling him that it would be a miracle of Kohaku was able to walk away from the aftermath.

“Mine,” her voice whispered like a broken record, repeating endlessly, monotone and unnerving.

“Mine,” Sesshomaru flinched as Rin’s impossibly wide hazel eyes found his gaze, dark specks of red brushed over the bridge of her nose and chin.

       Her hands touched him, roamed over his body and the heat came flooding back to him as if it had never left. He was disgusted at his reaction to her, towards the violence but he could not stop it. She was more than dangerous, even if you ignored the body undoubtedly in the background. She was deadly. The way her lips tasted him, her tongue sampling the salt from his sweat, her hushed moans of appreciation as she took him into her body, she was devouring him and he was helpless.

“Mine,” he could not deny her any of him, she knew how to make him beg for her and in time, she would have him yearning for her. Soon he would belong to her, body, mind and soul, unable to breathe without her. He was hers.

“Mine…”
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