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In A Blue Moon - MPREG version	By : NihilEtNemo Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 31078 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Five (m)

Crescent Moon

I am not entirely certain if I will be able to meet Inuyasha. I am falling ill, I believe, but at least it is not serious. Something I ate is making me ill. I have also noticed something disturbing, however… My stripes are fading. Even now, only little more than a week after our last encounter, they are perhaps only half as dark as they were then. I do not know why this is happening… it disturbs me, but as far as I can tell it is not affecting me in any way.

Unless it is because of that that I am becoming ill. Perhaps there is something wrong with me… Something in me is rejecting my coupling with Inuyasha? I know my blood is essentially incompatible with human… perhaps that is why. Because Inuyasha is half human.

I hope not… I still want to be with him, though it still sounds strange to me to think so. I do want to be with him, and I would be sorely disappointed if it were not possible… if it were hurting me by doing so…

I must find out if that could be. Now, where to find out…

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I find Inuyasha and his entourage coming back to their village, and stand blocking their path. Inuyasha will speak to me, now!

“INUYASHA!”

He looks toward me, startled. The girl’s hand reaches slowly for an arrow, and the monk readies himself for a fight, but I am not interested in them. It is Inuyasha I am interested in.

“I think I’d better handle this alone,” he says, as though preparing himself for a fight.

“Inuyasha, it’s not safe!” the monk protests.

“Leave us!” I snarl at them. Inuyasha will answer for this, for what he has done to me, now… and if their absence will speed the process, then they will leave.

They look at me as well, then glance at Inuyasha and head for the village. He smiles at me after they are gone.

“Your smell has changed, Sessho…” he says, coming toward me. He thought I was feigning anger, to get them to leave us alone… I was not.

“I am aware,” I say coldly. “Because of you, Inuyasha.”

He pauses, a step or so away from me. “Because of me?”

I hit him in the head, knocking him sideways to the ground. “Because you could not control yourself, or anything about you!”

He looks up at me from the ground, surprised. “What? What did I do?”

“I’m pregnant, Inuyasha!” The words are nearly hissed, as I glare angrily at him. I would love nothing more than to rip his head off and shove it down his throat…

He is utterly shocked. “Wha – preg – How?”

When he finally manages to get an entire question out, it is the stupidest one. “How? You truly are naïve. I assume that it was one of the two times we had sex, Inuyasha.”

“I know that!” He stands up. “But – you’re a male, Sessho-maru. How could this–?”

“Two hundred years old and still a child. Demon males can bear children, Inuyasha, under certain conditions. And thanks to you, I now am!” My fist clenches convulsively. I want so badly to kill him…

“You’re acting like it’s all my fault!” Now he is getting defensive. “You were there too! It’s as much your fault as it is mine!”

“No, it is not.” More hissing. “I have no say in the matter, but you – if you want it to happen, then it will. That is one of the conditions!”

“But…” He is fairly sputtering. “But, I never wanted you to have my kids! I didn’t even know you could!”

“You must have,” I tell him coolly. “At some point during our encounter, you thought that it would be nice for us to have children, and now I am. Because of you.”

“You know, I wish you would stop saying that!” Now he seems top be getting angry at me. Me! As though he has any cause for anger. He is not the one suddenly finding himself with the indignity of bearing the other’s child! “I’m sorry you don’t like this, but what do you expect me to do?”

“Nothing.” I turn away from him. “I am fully capable of taking care of it myself.”

“’Taking…’ Wait!” He grabs my arm, holding me back. “You mean you’re gonna kill it, don’t you?”

“Yes.” I glare at him. “I am not going to bear your children, Inuyasha.” The easiest way would probably be to stab myself in the stomach. It will hurt, but I will heal.

“No!”

I stare at him. “What makes you think I am going to listen to you?”

“I’m not going to let you kill my kid, even if I didn’t ask for it!” He seems so vehement. “That baby is not just yours – it’s mine too, you know! You don’t have all the say over what happens to it.”

“It is my body it is growing in, Inuyasha,” I say, finally pulling my arm away from his grip. “I do have sole control over that.”

“No, you don’t.” I turn to stare at his audacity. To tell me that I do not have the right to do as I wish to myself… He is leaning forward, nearly quivering in excitement, ears lying flat. He is passionate about this subject… “I won’t let you do anything that will hurt that baby. If you kill it… never come back to me again. In fact, I’ll try my damnedest to kill you.”

I blink at him. “Inuyasha, you cannot kill me.”

“If you kill that child, I will.”

I believe him. I believe that he will certainly try, at any rate.

“And why is it such a bad thing, anyway?” he demands. “So you’re going to have a baby – so what? Why is that so bad?”

“‘Why–’” I am speechless. “There is nothing more humiliating that I can think of. I am not your mate or your bitch, Inuyasha. I will not bear your children.”

He pauses. “Well… aren’t we the last two dog demons…?”

“Yes. I fail to see what that has to do with anything.”

He looks at me as though I should have seen it already. “Continuation of the species. If there are going to be any more dog demons, then they’ll have to come from us…” He even manages to look a little apologetic, though I know he is not sorry in the least.

I should have seen it. I should have known he was going to say that before he did. Of course he would say that. And of course, he is right.

But I do not want to bear his children! The humiliation…

“I do not care,” I say finally. “I do not care if the dog demon race ends with us. I will not bear your children.”

“I would do it…”

“You cannot. You are a hanyou, not a full demon. I will not.” So here the species ends… So be it.

“Selfish bastard.”

“Yes.”

I continue to walk away from him. I will kill this child, and I will not die by Inuyasha’s hand. I do not care what happens to our race.

I hear him moving behind me and turn to find him right there, in front of me. He takes me by surprise and suddenly bites my neck, deeply, in exactly that same spot. I shove him away almost instantly.

“Stop that, Inuyasha!” I shove him further away and take a step backward myself. “Do you know what you are doing?!”

“Mating mark,” he says coolly. “I’m claiming you, Sessho-maru.”

I am utterly… astounded. Incredulous. “You knew what you were doing and still you did it? How could you?”

“You just said that you wouldn’t bear my children because you weren’t my mate.” He glares at me. “But if you are my mate, then what? You don’t have much choice, do you?”

I stare openly at him. I thought he was ignorant of these things…

“One more time, Sessho,” he says. “Just one more, then you won’t have a choice. You’ll have to keep it.”

I raise my hand, poison glowing green around it. “Try it, Inuyasha.”

“You won’t get me,” he says confidently.

“Whoever said anything about you?”

His eyes flick to my stomach. He sees my intent – if he attempts to bite me again, I will kill the child a much more painful way that I had intended.

Then he regains his control. “Tenseiga won’t let you,” he says. “You can’t hurt yourself that badly.”

I pull the Tenseiga from my sash and throw it to the ground.

Deadlock. The second I turn my back to leave, he will bite me, I have no doubt. But if he tries to do anything before I have turned my back, I will kill his precious child, this indignity growing inside me.

He stands there glaring at me for a while, but eventually his expression softens. When he speaks, it is almost pleading. “Please, Sessho-maru.”

I raise an eyebrow. “‘Please’?”

“Yes, please. Please don’t kill my child.”

His eyes are so serious… he truly wants this child to live. My resolve begins to waver…

He sees this and presses the issue. “Please. Who’ll think that it’s humiliating for you to carry a child? Just you. I’ll be grateful to you, for giving me a child. Nobody else will know, or care. If you want, you can even tell him that you’re his father, and I’m just Uncle Inuyasha. But please let him live…”

He is very passionate about it… are those tears in his eyes? No, it cannot be, but still… He wants this child to live very badly.

“What will it hurt, Sessho-maru?” He looks at me seriously, pleading with me. I have never seen him this emotional…

“You must not finish what you started,” I say to him finally, letting my hand fall, the poisonous aura dissipating. “If I do this… you must never give me that last bite. I shall never forgive you if you do.”

“Of course,” he says quickly. “Whatever you want, okay? If you don’t kill him…”

“It, Inuyasha. You have no guarantees that it will be a male.”

“Well, until we know, I can call it a him.” He comes closer to me, still looking a little wary. I look at him coldly, but let him approach. He looks into my face, searching, but I reveal nothing. I am not even certain what he is looking for.

“You’re really going to do it…?” he asks finally. “You’ll let him live?”

I pause before answering. I still wish to rid myself of it, to regain my pride, but he is very emotional over this child… and for some reason, I do not want to anger or sadden him.

“I do not know,” I say finally. “I do not want to.”

“Please,” he says again, looking slightly up into my eyes. He is taller than I thought he was; I am used to constantly looking down at him, and now I find that he is nearly as tall as I am, only a few inches between us. He leans forward and wraps his arms around my waist, despite my lack of response to his actions, and rests his head on my shoulder. “Please, Sessho…”

For the second time today, he has shortened my name to a mere ‘Sessho’, and that irritates me. I would also rather not answer his pleas at this moment; I need more time to think… “I have a name, Inuyasha, and it is not ‘Sessho’.”

“All right, Sessho-maru,” he amends agreeably. “Answer me, though… will you let him – it – live?” He looks up into my eyes again, his body pressed against mine, and I feel that I almost am forced to give in to his wishes.

“Yes,” I finally tell him. “You will have your child, Inuyasha.”

He smiles and leans up to kiss me. I cannot believe that I have agreed to do this, even for him. For some reason, his smile pleases me, however.

He pulls away to look at me again. “What’s wrong?” he asks.

A harsh laugh escapes my throat before I can control it. “You have to ask?”

He leans his head against my cheek. “It’s not so bad, Sessho-maru. Hey, we’re going to have a kid. You can’t tell me you’ve never wanted a child before.”

“I have not.”

He frowns. I would rather see him smile again. “You’ve never wanted to have a baby? Ever? They can be annoying, but even I’ve thought of what it would be like to have one…”

“Now you shall,” I tell him. The sentence accomplishes my goal; he smiles again, then kisses me. This time I return it.

“So do the others know?” he asks. “The girl and your little toad, I mean.”

“No. I came to see you immediately when I found out. They shall, however.”

“Oh.” His face falls slightly, and he looks away from my face.

“Why do you not want them to know?” He refuses to let his companions know that he has been with me; why does he not want me to tell mine? Is he that ashamed, that he is afraid someone would find out from my servants? But, if he were ashamed, why would he so desperately want me to have his child? Probably because no one else is able to.

He shrugs. “I dunno. Guess it’s fun to keep it as a secret. Go ahead and tell them – not like it matters to me.” He smiles and kisses me again. I do not know why, but his smile is as pleasing to me as his kiss itself. I am somewhat glad that I have decided to do this for him. Only time will tell if it was a mistake, however.

He glances around, then pulls me toward the trees by my hand. I barely hesitate; we both want it, and he is more than willing. I cannot refuse him, and do not particularly want to.

He stops after we are away from the road and kisses me again, slowly, wrapping his arms around me. My hand goes to rest on his back, lightly.

“We have a little time,” he says quietly. “It can be a long, drawn out fight; most of ours are, anyway.”

“Whatever you wish.” I care not what his explanation to his friends will be; I kiss him again, needing him, needing him badly.

He presses me back into a tree, immobilizing me as he continues to kiss me. My arm tightens around him, pulling him closer.

He seems incredibly eager, and is pulling my clothes off already. Soon he has me naked, pressed against the rough bark of the tree. He pulls on my hair, tilting my head back and bites at my neck, thankfully not over the mark.

“Inuyasha…”

“Quiet, Sessho,” he growls, and attacks my neck again. I do not know why, but that feels so good…

His bare chest is pressed against mine, and the contact sends shivers through me. Gods, I want him… “Inuyasha, please…”

“I said quiet.” He bites my neck again, make me whine. He is so much more controlling than I ever thought… I find it wonderfully sexy… I want him to take me now… I cannot wait. Now, Inuyasha! I long to beg him, but only whine instead.

I feel him smile against my neck, then he lifts my legs around his bare waist, where I wrap them tightly to hold myself up. My hand moves from his back to a branch near my head for more support as he thrust quickly inside of me. That wonderful pain… More, Inuyasha…

He growls as though he heard me and thrusts quickly, harshly, deep into me. I gasp and tilt my head back further, moaning quietly, trying to pull him closer, force him deeper. I want him. I want all of him, for him to make me his. I want to belong to him…

“More, Inuyasha… please…”

He growls wordlessly and sinks his teeth into the side of my neck opposite the mating mark. Mmm… more pain. I love it when he hurts me like this, when he makes me smell my own blood. When he makes me cry out in real pain…

“Yes, Inuyasha…” I say it though I know he will ‘punish’ me. “Hurt me… make me bleed, Inuyasha… Make me scream…”

He kisses me, and I taste my own blood in it. Intoxicating… My hand grips tighter on the branch above my head as he slams himself into me, and I feel it begin to crack under the strain. My head falls back, to lean against the rough tree, my long hair falling on either side of me in a soft curtain, then cutting us off from the world as I lean forward again. The branch snaps and I let it fall to the ground, my hand already moving to his back to support me. The rough bark scrapes my back as he slams deep into me again, making me smell my own blood and hear a whine from my throat. I’m so close, Inuyasha…

His growl echoes softly in my ears as I feel his teeth hover above the mating mark in my neck. If he decides to do it again, I will not be able to stop him…

Then his teeth sink into my shoulder near the mark, but not a part of it, biting deep as he can as he buried himself suddenly so deep inside me. I feel him tense, then suddenly feel his warm seed shooting out, to fill all of me… I whine loudly and dig my claws into his shoulder as I climax between us as well.

I lean against for I know not how long, before he pulls me away from the tree and sets me on the ground, pulling away from me to pull on his own clothes. I look up at him, my eyes half-lidded, wishing vaguely that he would stay here with me for a little while but making no move to get dressed myself. He crouches beside me as I watch him.

I hear a small whining noise of pleasure coming from his throat as he stretches out beside me on his stomach. He moves some hair from my face, brushing it away lightly with his knuckles. “You’re very beautiful, you know…”

My deceptively uncaring eyes search his face. “Really?”

He grins broadly. “Yeah, guess you already know that. How could you not? Live with yourself for long enough…”

I smile slightly and close my eyes, feeling him kiss my neck warmly. He really does think I am beautiful… He never met our father, never knew what he was like, for he would see me as plain and unworthy if he had, but he honestly means it when he says it to me… I hear a quiet purr, and I feel him smile against my throat. He likes to hear that sound…

His hand moves to brush hair away from my forehead. “What’s it mean?” he asks curiously, lightly tracing the moon with his claws. I stiffen and gasp, feeling a sharp spike of arousal shoot straight through me at his touch.

“What does what mean?” I manage to ask him, barely opening my eyes to look at him from beneath heavy lids.

“The moon.” He grins at my reaction, but traces it again. “I mean, why do you even have a mark on your forehead? And, if it had to be anything, why a crescent moon?”

“I do not know, Inuyasha.” I reach up to pull his hand away. “Why does it matter?”

He shrugs. “Doesn’t. I was just wondering. It’s different, so I thought maybe it had a reason.”

I silently consider that. A reason for the moon on my forehead… It has always just been a part of me, and I have never considered it. I have always thought it mostly a decoration… perhaps it does have a purpose of which I am unaware.

He leans closer, and I push him away, wondering what he is doing. He smiles down at me. “It smells different than the rest of you. It’s kinda weird, actually… and I think it’s fading too, just like the stripes, but not as fast. I didn’t ask… that’s because of the pregnancy, isn’t it?”

“Yes, I believe it is.” Hm… the mere mention of the child inside of me does not fill me with the hatred and loathing I felt before. I suppose that is a good sign… It would be difficult to live with it if I hated it for all... for the first time, I wonder how long this will last. Demon pregnancies, as demons themselves, are all completely unique. There is no set period of gestation, though it is usually between three months and twelve; it could be longer or shorter. The symptoms are not set in stone either, as my fading stripes prove. I do not know exactly what I am in for… why did I give in and agree to do this…?

He smiles at the mention of the pup, and I just look at him. Yes, that would be why… that smile. I enjoy seeing that smile.

He leans down and kisses me lightly on the lips, pulling away again before I can react. I try to pull him back for more, but he sits up. “I’ve gotta go, before my friends come try to find me…”

“They are already coming. I can smell them.”

He perks up, ears focused toward the road. I wonder absently if he can actually hear better than I can, or if the ears are just… decorations. Like my moon. Sniffing at the air, he does look a lot like a young dog, perhaps someone’s pet… for he does not look vicious or scary, but domesticated.

“I gotta go,” he says, smelling them as I do, and then he jumps to his feet and dashes off toward the road, to intercept them. A good thing, too… they are the closest to our hiding place that the road will take them. I sit up and begin to dress as I hear them meet.

“Inuyasha! Are you all right? What happened?”

“I’m fine,” I hear him boast. “Sent him packing, just like always.”

The monk’s voice sounds slightly skeptical. “You don’t have a scratch on you, Inuyasha. Did you really beat him that badly?”

“Well,” he admits, “it’s not entirely true that I don’t have a mark on me, but I did beat him. Sent the bastard running off with his tail between his legs, like the mangy cur he is.”

I frown slightly. Is that how little he thinks of me? Does he always boast of his greatly exaggerated victories that way, show me even less respect behind my back than he ever has to my face? I am Sessho-maru, the Lord of the Western Plains… I do not deserve this sort of treatment.

“I can hear you, Inuyasha,” I say at a normal volume, knowing that he will hear me as well, as I continue to so painstakingly dress.

He does not even have the grace to stop when he knows that I can hear what he says about me.

“He ran away like he always does, telling me how he’ll have my blood and whatever. He still thinks he can beat me.”

I close me eyes and pick up what remains of my clothes. My kimono is unwearable, the back of it shredded form his claws. I indifferently let it fall back to the ground and leap away from here. I do not want or have to listen to this any longer. Whatever you think of me, Inuyasha, I would rather not know.

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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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