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In a Blue Moon	By : NihilEtNemo Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 15598 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Five

Crescent Moon

Finally, it has been two weeks, and I can see him again. It was so long to wait…

This time I leave Jaken and Rin at my castle as I got to meet with him, and I am back at the well less than two days after I leave them. I still have a day to wait. Twenty-four more hours… I am fine with wanting him, with giving myself to him utterly… but I cannot stand to wait for him. I need him now.

I sit in his tree, surrounded my the smell and feel of him all around me. If I cannot have him yet, I will just have to wait… I would rather go find him, but that was not the agreement. The agreement was that we would meet here, and here I will wait for him. I sit against my fur, my eyes closed, letting the red light through my eyelids warm me as much as the sunlight itself. Another day… I cannot wait that long… For the moment, I must be contented with this, with being surrounded by his presence without him being near me at all. It relaxes me, though I would much rather prefer to have him here with me. But he will come… he will be here tomorrow…

Suddenly there is a weight on top of me, pinning me down before I can react. What is this –? I smelled nothing but Inuyasha. My eyes shoot open and see only a blur of white as I struggle against my captor. Still I smell nothing but him…

“I didn’t know you could feel fear,” I hear, a young voice in my ear, and relax. It is only Inuyasha. I normally would have detected him or anyone else nearby, but I suppose I no longer regard him as any kind of threat. “It smells good.” He would think so, sadist that he is. He licks my cheek, then sits up, on my legs, looking at me. I look at him for a moment, then close my eyes again, comforted by his actual presence. This is more than enough for me, right now. I want little more.

“You’ve got really pretty eyes, you know that? Open and closed. Are these marks natural, or paints like some of those human noblewomen wear?”

“Natural. They are only more stripes. Why should I take trouble to willingly adorn myself with these markings?”

Of course, he must test what I told him, and runs one claw lightly over one of my eyelids, making me gasp. I should have expected him to do that.

“You know…” He leans on his arms, on my chest. “You looked so beautiful when you were sleeping, I just couldn’t help myself…” He kisses me lightly.

“I was not sleeping.”

“You must have been pretty close to it, then. Otherwise, how could I get the drop on you like that?” He kisses me without waiting for an answer, and I put my arm around him, to keep him there. This is good, for now.

He moves across my cheek, gently licking my stripes, and then to my ear. I never knew that could be such a sensitive place, until he showed me. After a torturously pleasurable moment, he moves to my neck. He’s so close to that mark, almost as though he plans to bite it again. He is only teasing, though. And, oh, his teasing is exquisite…

“You smell good,” I hear near my ear, feeling his nose millimeters away from my skin. Then he licks the wound on my neck, and I hear myself moan quietly. All right, enough of this teasing; I do not even know how much more I can take…

Then I feel a sharp pain and smell my own blood. I push him away, ripping his teeth out of my neck, and sit up with a hand pressed to the bleeding wound. “Stop that, Inuyasha! You do not know what you are doing!”

He looks so adorably confused. “What? I just wanted to taste your blood, so I bit you…”

“This is more than a bite, Inuyasha. You know nothing. Can you not see that it does not heal properly, that there is a scar there when you know I heal flawlessly? Does that hold no significance for you?” He still looks puzzled. “No, I see it does not. This is a mating mark, Inuyasha.” I hold out my hand slightly for him to see the blood dripping from it. He gasps, though whether at my words or at the blood I know not.

“What…. What, exactly, does that mean?”

“It means, Inuyasha, that if you bite me once more, I will be your mate.” His eyes widen slightly. I see he knows what that means, at least.

He pulls my hand to him and slowly licks the blood from my fingers. “Sorry,” he says quietly, then sucks on of my fingers into his mouth to clean away the blood. He cannot be unaware of what that is doing to me… “I didn’t know what I was doing.”

“You do now.”

“I won’t do it again,” he swears, amusingly childish. Then he ruins that façade by slowly licking up another of my fingers, causing me to whine, my eyes closed.

“I hope you mean that.”

He stops his ministrations on my hand so that I can open my eyes to find him looking at me curiously. “Why is that?”

“So you do not know that either? Do you know nothing about demons?”

“Raised by a human…” he says, as though it should be obvious. I suppose it should, but I had expected him to know something, at least.

“It has power, Inuyasha. Power over me. Already it does, but if you were to complete it, you would own me.”

“Own you?” He licks at my hand again, and I sit back against my fur, relaxing more at his touch. “What do you mean? What kind of power could one little bite mark have?”

“If – if – it were completed, I would be bound to you forever. I would feel almost physical pain when parted from you, and if you were hurt or killed, I would be as well.” He widens his eyes a little, as though this is such a great surprise to him. Perhaps it is. “I would be unable to lie to you. If you were to touch it, I would be forced to obey you. I could deny you nothing.” Not that I already can, in all honesty.

“Really…?” He finishes cleaning my hand and moves up, sitting mostly beside me. I can feel his fingers in my hair. “If that’s what’ll happen when it gets finished…” He said ‘when’, not if. I do not like the implications of that. “What kind of power does it have now?”

“I do not wish to tell you.” I have no wish for him to know how vulnerable I already am to him. I never want him to know that.

“Come on…” he says quietly, in a low… seductive voice. I try to withstand it, but his breath whispering across the bite make it difficult, and when he licks it lightly I am lost.

“I… already feel that I would much rather be with you than apart from you. I no longer see you as a threat – that is how you were able to surprise me as you did. You already affect me… emotionally.”

“How?” he presses.

“I feel better around you. Safer, if you must know… though I do not need you to protect me, and do not think that I do.” He licks the wound again, cleaning the blood away, and also having the additional effect of making me whine quietly. I feel the wound beginning to close already – I had not realized that he would be able to help heal it.

“Also, I already find it hard to deny you… I feel compelled to obey you, though I do not have to.”

He nuzzles my neck. “And you don’t want me to finish it, do you?”

“What sort of idiot question is that? Of course I do not.”

He sighs dramatically, then sits up. For a moment, I panic, afraid that he is going to leave because I have displeased him in saying this, but he just leans over and kisses me. Much better than him leaving… And this kiss is not harsh or demanding like most; it is slow, and almost gentle… I have never been kissed this way before. I put my arm around him and pull him down, onto me, trying to get as much contact with him as possible. To my delight he obliges, sitting on my thighs and pressing against me as he continues to kiss me I the same way… At last, I am with him, and that is all I have asked…

He moves his kisses away, touching with his lips first the pink stripes on my cheeks, the goes to nibble softly at my ear… Then my neck, but avoiding the mark he put there… He removes my clothes as he goes, dropping them to the ground below, struggling with them slightly. “Where less clothes,” he growls, and I barely see that his follow mine… there is only a flash of red in the corner of my eyes as I kiss his neck lightly, letting my hand roam over his chest. He moves even further down, teases a nipple… I am putty in his hands, able only to moan as he tortures my body and mind with this pleasure. His hands unerringly find the stripes on my hips and stroke them and he sucks at my chest, and all I can do is gasp and moan.

Then he lifts himself back up and kisses me again, still gentle, but I feel him positioning himself to enter me, harshly and painfully… but this time I do not want the pain. I would rather pretend… I want to pretend, just for once, that I am doing this because, and only because I want to, that the mark on my neck has nothing to do with it… and that he is doing it for more than just to relieve the urges of his young body…

“Please, Inuyasha… Your fingers first – no pain this time.”

He blinks and kisses me again without hesitation. “Sorry,” he says into my ear. “I didn’t know.” He didn’t…? Then he licks it, making me forget to think about the implications of that statement…

It feels too good to think about anything, in fact, feeling one clawed finger inside of me, moving and exploring. He doesn’t stop with his mouth, either, though, driving me insane that way as well. Two fingers… then the third… I am more than ready for him. I need him – I am very nearly whining in desperation. He knows this perfectly and obliges, finally – I do not think I shall ever ask him to be slower again. He kisses the mark on my neck and is very quickly inside of me, filling me… I honestly do not think I have ever felt better… I feel complete. That is the only word for it.

I actually hear a quiet moan from him, as well – apparently waiting made it better on both ends. My hand grips his shoulder tightly and I arch into him trying to get more, get him in me deeper… “Inuyasha… I need you…”

Silently, he pushes himself in deeper, as deep as he can go, giving me exactly what I need… I gasp for air. Then he pulls away, leaving me almost empty… I whine for him to return, and he does.

I have never felt anything quite like this – it is not fast, or rough, or painful… I have always liked the pain, liked it to be rough, for I have come to realize that my father was no more gentle with me than he had to be to assure I would not be permanently damaged… but I find that I actually like this more. In my mind, I thank him for letting me pretend, but I can form no words, and he would never understand anyway. But thank you, Inuyasha…

He has me moaning now, almost constantly… My hand grips him tightly. I know I am speaking, but I cannot even understand the words, cannot even hear the words that I am saying. I only want him so much, and I think I must be telling him so…

“Mm… Sessho…” I hear him whisper in my ear. The sound of my name, even a shortened form of it, on his lips like that… It makes me moan and hold more tightly to him. I have never thought my name could be sexy… under no circumstances, should my name be sexy… and yet even I cannot deny the effect it had on me. I want him so badly… I need him… I need him to finish me, to complete me, to make me his…

“Please…” I hear my voice whisper, and then he draws his tongue up the side of my neck, and that is the last straw; I utter a choked cry and pull myself toward him, feeling the building tenseness in my stomach explode finally, releasing my seed between us. He shudders and growls, and I am very certain that he is sorely tempted to bite me again, but he holds off, he manages to hold himself in check. Instead, he lies on me and rests as I lean back against my fur, with my arm around him and my head resting on his shoulder. One of his hands moves up and down my side, as though petting me, almost. I purr contentedly, quietly. I do not know that I have ever felt better than I do now. I vaguely remember thinking that after the last time I was with him, also.

I feel him smile at my purr and cannot help but feel that I have done something right. He sits up and brushes hair from my face, exposing the moon on my forehead. He kisses it, making me shiver, then he just looks at me with contentedly half-lidded eyes, still bright and apparently happy. “So what’s with this?” he asks.

“With what?”

“This.” He draws a claw lightly down the moon, making me shiver. “Why do you have it? And why is it this? Why a moon, a crescent moon? Why is it blue? Mostly, though, just why do you have it at all?”

“A great many questions I have no answer to.”

“Did your mother have a mark like this on her?”

“No. She looked nearly human.”

“Father didn’t…”

“No. Only the stripes.”

I have never thought about it before. Is it possible that it does have some deeper meaning? I have always regarded it as nothing more than another adornment on my face, much like the stripes all over my body. I could quite easily do without it, without any of them, but they impact my life very little, and I barely remember that they are there, unless something happens to brush across them. Or unless I am thinking of Inuyasha.

He lays against me again, and I breathe deep of his scent. I would that I could take his smell with me when I go, as I invariably must.

“It looks good, anyway. Very mysterious.” I sense more than see or feel him smile again. His hand rubs my bare chest. “Like your purr. It has no reason to be there, but it is…”

I hadn’t realized, of course, that I was purring again.

Then he jerks his head up. I was about ready to sleep here, but he startles me out of it, and I see his ears turned back toward the ground. “Kuso!” he swears. “They’re coming – get dressed! Get out of here!” Without waiting for any response, he leaps from the tree and lands in the middle of our clothes.

I follow and begin to dress. Surely he must realize that there is no possible way I will be able to dress before his friends get here – even with both of my arms it was rather time consuming. Now I smell them as well. He offers to help me, but I growl at him, and he backs away. I will not stand for that. He is quickly presentable once more, though, and goes out of the trees to sit by the well, pretending, I am sure, to have been there the whole time. I pick up the remainder of my clothing and fade back into the trees, far enough away that I can still hear and smell them all, but out of sight.

“Inuyasha! What are you doing here? I thought you said you had something to do.” That would be his annoying female companion.

“Why do I have to answer to you? What are you doing here anyway?”

The monk answers. “Kagome was just going to go home for a few hours. We didn’t know you’d be out here, or we would have told you.”

Then the small kitsune cub that I smell pipes up. “Hey, Inuyasha, you smell funny. Like Miroku when he comes back from visiting a village, sometimes.”

“Get out of here, you little pest!” I hear him swipe at the cub, and miss.

“Inuyasha, leave him alone! He’s just a kid, you know.”

“Then you tell him to leave me alone! I thought you were leaving, anyway.”

“I am.”

“Then go!”

“Hey!” the cub shouts, breaking up their fight. “What’s that up there? In the top of Inuyasha’s tree?”

My fur, I realize immediately. I left it there when Inuyasha told me to get dressed and leave.

Then Inuyasha's voice is up in the tree now too. “Hey!”

“Isn’t that Sessho-maru’s?”

“Yeah, it is!” The girl seems excited by the realization. I have no idea why.

“What’s it doing up there?”

“I don’t know, but that smell is stronger up here, too!” Then there’s a thud – Inuyasha hit him and knocked him from the tree. I frown very slightly. Cubs are not supposed to be treated in this manner. They must learn, certainly, but not through pointless violence.

Inuyasha is back on the ground now. “I don’t know what he was doing here. He probably realized I was coming and left it there when he ran off in fright.”

I frown again. “I can hear you, Inuyasha,” I tell him, though I speak no louder than normal. He can hear me as well.

“Kinda wish he woulda stuck around – I could have given him another beating. Guess he just didn’t want any more punishment.”

I gather my remaining clothes and leave immediately. I have no interest in hearing him insult me when he knows I will not retaliate. If this is how you think of me, Inuyasha… It was nice of you to let me pretend for a little while, at least.

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A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long. See, I’m posting the chapters for both versions at the same time, and I won’t post either until I have both done… and I had both done, but then I saved over the Chapter Five for the normal version, and I had to rewrite it… it’s still not the same, but it’s not bad, at least. At any rate, chapter six won’t take so long – I’ve already got it half done, and it has no lemon, which take me the longest. ^^
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