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Kintsukuroi	By : LordYouko Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 19864 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 7 – The Forest Of No Return

Early morning, when Inuyasha woke up, he did not immediately know where he was. He felt warm and safe and comfortable, but the air he breathed was cold in his nose. His Master’s scent was all around him, he could feel the familiar silk of Master’s haori under his cheek. But – was that mud and leaves that he was feeling under his feet? He tried to open his eyes, but found them stuck together. He finally managed to wrench one eye open, the crusty eye under-eye stretching and pulling.

Sesshoumaru-sama’s chest was the comfortable thing he had been sleeping against, and yes, it really was the ground and leaves under his feet.

Because they were in the cursed forest.

And he seemed to have slept in Sesshoumaru-sama’s lap.

Both of Inuyasha’s eyes widened in mortification as it finally registered that Sesshoumaru-sama had slept on the cold ground while he was safely ensconced in his arms. One of the demon Lord’s knees was slightly raised such that Inuyasha’s upper body was leaning against it, while he was sitting on the other leg. The demon Lord’s one arm around Inuyasha, holding him close, while Inuyasha’s both arms were around the demon Lord, holding tightly at one time, but the grip relaxing over the course of the night.

The taiyoukai was motionless, and Inuyasha looked up, only to find molten golden eyes staring down at him. The hanyou blushed bright read, quickly ducking his head low to hide. Of course, the only place to hide was the demon lord’s chest, but he didn’t care about that right now, not when he knew his eyes were puffy and crusted and he didn’t want the demon Lord scrutinizing him in that state.

He wasn’t disturbed in his endeavours to become invisible, but after a few moments, as soon as he raised his head cautiously, Sesshoumaru pulled him closer with the arm that was still around him, and proceeded to squish the hanyou against himself in order to kiss him deeply.

Inuyasha’s heart sped up, not only from his Master’s kiss, but also from anxiety – they were completely out in the open in a strange land. But it wasn’t his place to be thinking about that, he knew, and when Sesshoumaru’s grip allowed him to move, he adjusted himself so he was sitting up slightly, arms now encircling the demon Lord’s neck. Sesshoumaru turned him, pressing him up against the trunk of the tree as he let his hand roam the hanyou’s body under his haori.

Then the demon lord was ridding him of his hakama carelessly, exposing his bottom to the cold air, and Inuyasha blushed fiercely, looking around furtively for anybody watching. His sleep-laden eyes landed on the dead body lying splayed on the ground in front of them.

And then he remembered – the strange demon had attacked them, and his Master had ordered him to fight, and he had killed it. Horrified, he began to struggle blindly in Sesshoumaru’s grip. But the demon prince was now in no mood to stop, and a murmured command made Inuyasha immediately stop his struggles and turn his attention back to his Master.

The demon Lord made him kneel over his by now erect cock, knees on each side of his hip. Just when he was about to enter his slave, Inuyasha reached a hand inside his own haori, and with shaking fingers, handed a small bottle to the demon Lord.

Sesshoumaru’s eyes darkened as he took the bottle from the hanyou. It was oil. The hanyou had kept a bottle of oil on him for the journey in preparation for his Master desiring to take him at any time.

The hanyou eeped as one clawed finger was under his leather collar and he was pulled down by the neck and kissed passionately. Sesshoumaru coated a generous amount on his fingers and quickly prepared Inuyasha. Against his wish, Inuyasha moaned, bucking against his Master’s body as his morning wood, combined with his Master’s attentions made his need urgent. The taiyoukai’s hot fingers inside his cold bottom felt warm and heavy and wonderful, but he hadn’t forgotten the horrid scene that awaited him just behind his back. His still groggy brain struggled to form thoughts as he bucked against his Master’s hand, ready to cum just from the fingers alone.

Then the hand withdrew, and just as Inuyasha had thought he would be pulled down over the erect cock, he was turned over onto his back. He gasped up at his Master, as his back and head hit the dirty ground strewn with old dried leaves, damp with dew, and the demon Lord loomed over him with languid, dark gold eyes.

Sesshoumaru grabbed his legs and raised his butt up off the ground, folding him in half, pressing his knees against his chest. Inuyasha flushed, eyes wild with too many sensations and too many thoughts. He had made his first kill last night. The ground was so cold under his back. For the first time, he had taken a life. He shouldn’t be doing this here when the evidence of the life he had taken was right behind them.

But his Master didn’t seem to think there was anything wrong with it, and although he tried to be quiet, Inuyasha couldn’t help the pained moan that escaped him as the oil-covered cock breached his hole steadily. He clenched his fists from the pain, only to have his wrists captured and slammed over his head on the forest floor.

The sun climbed steadily in the sky as the demon prince took pleasure in his slave’s body. Inuyasha bucked and moaned and concentrated on breathing, and all thoughts of the previous night went out of his head. He didn’t notice that the forest was unnaturally silent; birds should have been chirping overhead, and the breeze blowing through the leaves should have made them rustle.

Out of the darkness of the dense trees around and over them, many sets of eyes – pink and yellow and green - glowed faintly, unseen by the hanyou and taiyoukai.

Even when the demon Lord’s hips sped up, nearing his release, Inuyasha’s cock was still trapped between his and his Master’s body, and all he could do was cant his hips as much as he could to match his pace. And it was only the feel of his Master’s cum wet inside of him that pushed the hanyou over the edge.

It was late morning when Inuyasha came back to his senses, and he thought he may have blacked out for a few seconds, because he couldn’t seem to catch his breath properly as he lay on the forest floor. The demon Lord was already on his feet, straightening his clothing, and brushing an absent hand through his hair.

Inuyasha forced himself to sit up when he saw his Master was ready to go. His eyes landed once again on the dead demon, and his abandoned sword next to it.

Face pale, he quickly got to his feet, and pulled his hakama back on. Trying not to look directly at the dead body, he hurried to his sword and picked it up, wincing when he bent over as his bottom hurt from the use it had been put to all morning. He took a couple of leaves off the ground and carefully smoothed the blood off the blade before sheathing it; his Master would definitely punish him if he neglected his blade.

“Come,” Sesshoumaru commanded, as he turned to continue walking on the path they had taken. Inuyasha obeyed, glancing over his shoulder at the body, then hurrying after his Master.

As they walked on, Inuyasha found himself looking over his shoulders again and again.
“You did well,” Sesshoumaru said from in front of him. Inuyasha whipped his head around, surprised. He hadn’t thought his master had noticed him looking back.

“Thank you, Master,” he said softly, blushing at the rare praise. Discreetly, he tried to brush some dirt off his behind that seemed to have clung to him during their escapades.

“You will hunt and prepare our meal,” the demon Lord ordered from in front of him, pulling him out of his thoughts about his bottom, and Inuyasha felt his heart leap into his throat. “Yes, Master,” he managed to get out, staring ahead at the demon Lord, unable to hide the panic from showing on his face.

Of course, he should have expected this would be one of his duties while they travelled. The demon Lord hadn’t brought any of his other servants with him; it was only natural that Inuyasha would wait on him in everything.

But Inuyasha hadn’t ever hunted for his meal, let alone prepare it. The slavers had always provided him with whatever scraps he was to eat, and then he had been with Sesshoumaru-sama. He clenched his hand into a fist, and found his palm suddenly slick with sweat.

He didn’t have to go far. He found a few deer not far from where their path. Their heads were lopped off with one clean stroke of Inuyasha’s blade. It wasn’t difficult, but the surprising amount of blood still turned his stomach. Gingerly, he picked up the carcass and traipsed back to his Master.

He laid the two bodies at Sesshoumaru’s feet and knelt down quietly, and bowed his head. The demon Lord stopped, waiting for Inuyasha to say what was on his mind.

A few moments later, Inuyasha gathered his courage. “Forgive me, I- I don’t know how to prepare the food, Master,” he said with his head still bowed to the ground, waiting for punishment.

“Make a fire,” came the demon Lord’s voice from above. Inuyasha looked up from the bow in surprise, and then got up hastily. It didn’t take long to gather the required material. He had done many times before for the slavers. It wasn’t long before a good-sized fire was crackling merrily.

As he squatted on his haunches, stoking the flame, there were soft footfalls behind him, and Inuyasha turned around to see Sesshoumaru picking up the two carcasses easily with one hand.

Then he stepped forward towards the fire and laid them out on the ground. Before Inuyasha’s surprised eyes, he lowered himself to the ground gracefully, sitting cross-legged on the leaf-strewn earth. Then he gestured for Inuyasha to do the same, and the stunned hanyou had to force himself into motion in order to obey. Sesshoumaru then caught hold of a carcass, and with his claws, began to skin it slowly, instructing Inuyasha on the correct method to do so. He was careful not to let a drop of his poison seep into the food, and he made Inuyasha copy each of his movements on the other carcass, correcting him where he made a mistake.

Soon, the meat was neatly sliced up and roasting on the fire, and before long, they were having their first meal of the day. It didn’t taste anywhere as good as the food at the palace; it had no spices, for one. But Inuyasha watched his Master eat it without complaint. He instantly resolved to carry at least salt next time if ever they were travelling alone like this.

Inuyasha felt full faster than he normally would have done, and it was an effort to finish off the last bit of the meat. Then the fire was extinguished, the bones were buried, and the two were on their way again.

Inuyasha found himself getting tired soon. It was strange; they hadn’t walked more than a couple of miles, and yet, it his legs were heavy, his head felt light, and all he wanted to do was sit down and fall asleep.

Only when he stumbled, did Sesshoumaru stop walking.

“Go find a stream and drink some water, Inuyasha,” he ordered, looking around carefully at the oddly silent forest.

Inuyasha nodded gratefully and took off. He could hear the faint bubbling of a stream and it didn’t sound very far away.

He didn’t have to search long to come upon a nice, clean stream. Looking around perfunctorily, he quickly lowered his hakama and lowered himself in the stream, sighing in relief as he was finally able to clean himself of all the dirt and grime from the forest floor. As his fingers brushed over his skin, he blushed, remembering his Master’s use of his body that morning.

Shaking himself out of his daydreams, he stepped out of the stream again as quickly as possible and donned his clothes again. His Master was waiting for him and castle life had really managed to spoil him if he couldn’t bear a little bit of dirt anymore.

Then he lowered himself onto his knees next to the stream, immersing his hands in the water, letting it wash away all the dirt and grime from having handled his clothes, before cupping his hands and raising the water to his lips.

Once again, there was the sound of quiet footsteps behind him, and Inuyasha froze. He couldn’t feel any youkai aura behind him.

When nothing attacked him immediately, he slowly turned around. To his intense relief, it was his Master who was standing behind him. Strange, he’d thought the demon Lord had intended to wait while he went and found water. He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped short on seeing the look on his face.

Slowly, Sesshoumaru raised his hand to the hilt of bakusaiga at his belt. The demon Lord released a small breath and Inuyasha could suddenly feel his youki again, though it was only a fraction of its real strength, almost equal to Inuyasha’s own youki. Then, with his hand still on the hilt of his sword, Sesshoumaru bent his knees slightly and shot straight up in the air, flying up above the tops of the trees in a second.

Not a moment later, Inuyasha had to raise an arm to shield his face as something erupted out of the water. When he opened his eyes again, he could see the blurs of various dark shapes all around the clearing pursuing his Master up in the air. Inuyasha tried to look up, but the sun was still almost directly overhead, and he couldn’t make out either his Master or the other demons.

A few moments later, he didn’t have to look up as the sky was raining body parts and entrails. Inuyasha once again crouched down, covering his face with the sleeve of his haori and his arm as Sesshoumaru descended regally, bakusaiga drawn and stained with purple and pink and green goop.

As the demon Lord raised the blade to his eye-level, Inuyasha noticed that it was blood; the creatures had bled in these odd colours. Sesshoumaru seemed to be noting the same thing, as he flicked the blade sharply, cleaning it of the mess in one stroke. Inuyasha resolved to someday ask his Master to teach him to control his youki like that, to make it invisible at will.

“Have your fill of water and then we need to keep moving,” Sesshoumaru said calmly, looking down at the hanyou. Inuyasha lowered his head in assent, and stooped down over the stream to quickly drink as much water as he could.

Soon, they were on their way again. Inuyasha could not tell what direction his Master was taking; the path didn’t seem to be leading out of the forest, but rather, deeper into it. He wondered for a moment if the demon Lord had got lost. But he didn’t have the courage or the energy to ask, because it was taking every bit of his strength to just put one foot in front of the other.

Inuyasha could not understand it. He did not remember ever being this tired before, except maybe a few times while travelling with the slavers. And then, he had been starving or ill or injured. A hanyou like him did not easily get so tired, not after having a full belly, not after simply walking a little. If he’d been alone, he would have stopped to rest a long time ago. But as the demon prince didn’t seem at all inclined to stop, Inuyasha concentrated on the black boots in front of him, one after the other, even as visions of lying down and resting and sleep danced in front of his eyes.

They stopped to rest once again when the sun set. Sesshoumaru decreed that it wasn’t safe to travel during the night and that they wouldn’t travel in the night unless absolutely required. Inuyasha wasn’t sure what would be so different; strange demons lurked in the forest even during the daytime, and it wasn’t like Lord Sesshoumaru’s eyesight was affected by the darkness. But he didn’t question his orders.

There was another bigger stream where Sesshoumaru decided they would spend the night. This clearing was also bigger, less surrounded by dense trees, and Sesshoumaru lowered himself gracefully to the ground under a solitary tree. Mokomoko-sama formed a cushion around his head and back, and Inuyasha crumpled to the ground near his feet in relief, suddenly unable to take a single step more.

A moment later, when he’d caught his breath, he looked up at his Master. The demon Lord had his eyes closed, and Inuyasha knew from the look on his face that he was deep in thought. The hanyou blushed; he had been dreading his Master having to lower himself to sitting or sleeping on the ground, but he needn’t have worried. He hadn’t thought anyone could look regal lying on the forest ground like that, but Lord Sesshoumaru managed it, looking entirely comfortable, like he was the undisputed owner of everything he surveyed.

Inuyasha shuffled closer to the demon Lord’s feet and reached out to gently begin pulling off his shoes. He looked up carefully to make sure he wasn’t disturbing the demon prince’s thoughts. When Sesshoumaru didn’t open his eyes or seem bothered, he continued with his task until both his feet were bare. The ground was covered in soft, mossy grass, but Inuyasha carefully placed his Master’s bare feet on his lap, not allowing them to touch the dirty ground.

Slowly, he began to massage each appendage. Not many would have noticed the subtle relaxation in Sesshoumaru’s posture, the way he lay down slightly more comfortably against mokomoko, but Inuyasha saw it. He saw the deep breath the demon Lord released and smiled, happy that he was right in his guess that the demon prince was tired too, though he would never let it show. Sesshoumaru leaned his head back against the soft fur, allowing his slave to serve him while the gentle sound of the flowing stream made him drowsy.

“Have you travelled outside of the Western Lands?” Sesshoumaru asked quietly as the slave sat massaging his feet.

Inuyasha shook his head. “No, Master. I was born here, and haven’t been anywhere very far from where Master found me.”

A soft blush rose to his cheeks at the memory of being rescued from the humiliation and abuse of the slavers.

Sesshoumaru turned his head contemplatively on the stream that was glistening in the faint moonlight as it flowed.

“Then the customs of the South may surprise you,” he murmured.

Inuyasha cocked his head to the side, digging his thumb gently into his Master’s instep. “Are they different from ours?” he asked.

“They are harsher,” Sesshoumaru said. “The Western lands follows its own rules, and not those usual to youkai of the world. Our rules are kinder to the weak than youkai are wont to be.”

Inuyasha didn’t think his Master had ever followed any rules but his own, and he didn’t see how he was going to start following the rules of a strange land now when he had never completely obeyed Inu no Taisho and Lady Tsukiko’s, but he held his tongue, continuing his massage quietly.

Sesshoumaru seemed to have seen the thought flit across his face and he smiled to himself. “If it wasn’t that we represent the Western lands, we would have no need to even give these things a thought, but as it is, it would be…unbecoming… to start a war at a peaceful council meeting.”

“Peaceful?” Inuyasha asked, looking up from his task for a moment.

Sesshoumaru ran an absent hand through a few strands of his hair that fell over his shoulder, inclining his head at the scepticism in the hanyou’s voice. “It is true that all of these youkai would sooner kill the others and take the world for themselves, but having failed to do just that many times over, they at last understood that the next best time to attempt it is not when they are gathered to discuss the fate of the world.”

He stared contemplative at Inuyasha and at the metal ring in the centre of his leather collar, glinting dully in the moonlight. “All the staff serving me on this trip have been chosen after thorough and gruelling training in how to behave before those who are not their Masters, but at the same time, their betters in blood and lineage – as, I believe, most of the servants and slaves accompanying their Masters will be. It is a…delicate matter, because nobody except their Masters would really be entitled to punish them, and yet, if they give severe offence, confrontation with a stronger ruler or an ally, cannot always be risked for the sake of a low-born servant.”

Inuyasha looked up, startled, and his fingers stilled. Gruelling training? He hadn’t had any gruelling training in how to behave. And if low-born full-blooded youkai were so easily sacrificed at the altar of respect, a half-demon would certainly be nothing by comparison.

“Yes,” Sesshoumaru mused, correctly interpreting the look on Inuyasha’s face. “You may have to… adjust your behaviour.”

“Master?” he asked tentatively.

The demon Lord’s eyes were sparkling with amusement. “The insubordination that you get away with normally won’t be tolerated.”

Inuyasha turned red, and avoided his Master’s eyes. It was his Master who had painfully cultivated that insubordination that wasn’t natural to the hanyou at all, simply because it amused him. Without replying, he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his Master’s feet. “Master knows I will do as he commands,” he said softly.

Sesshoumaru watched him straighten up, his magenta-striped eye-lids lowered with sleep, watched the colour of those lips glow in the moonlight with the soft sheen of saliva on them, and felt the slight coolness on his feet where they had touched his skin.

“That’s enough,” he ordered softly, and Inuyasha stopped massaging.

The night had fully set in now, and after putting the shoes back on his Master’s feet, Inuyasha was fully prepared to lie down at his feet and fall asleep, when the demon Lord ordered him closer.

Inuyasha shuffled over cautiously, careful not to touch mokomoko-sama without permission. When he was close enough, the demon Lord’s clawed hand closed over his wrist firmly, and pulled, toppling the hanyou over onto the demon Lord’s chest and on the fur.

The night was cold and Sesshoumaru had said that it would be safer to not have a fire burning in the darkness of the night – it would apparently only attract unwanted attention rather than discourage it. Inuyasha gasped at the sudden warmth, and mokomoko-sama curled up protectively around the hanyou, squishing him closer to the demon Lord’s chest, and forming a warm cocoon at his back. Inuyasha snuggled into the demon Lord’s chest, and Sesshoumaru’s arm wound around his waist in response. The hanyou fell asleep to the gurgling sound of the stream, and his Master’s slow, rhythmic breathing.

He was running through the forest, watching his bare feet on the leave-strewn, dirty ground. The ground was close, too close, and it seemed to be rising up to meet him, and he was trying to breathe, and he couldn’t seem to get enough air.

He dashed the tears out of his eyes, and somehow, he felt the slavers chasing him get closer, catching up to him, and he cried out. He turned for a second to look over his shoulder, and it wasn’t the slavers at all. It was the magenta demon, teeth bared and ravening, and then he was stumbling, falling on the dirty, wet floor and the thing was above him, on top of him, its purple furry hand on his back, holding him down.

His master… where was Sesshoumaru-sama? Had already gone on that far ahead?

Inuyasha looked up at the path in front of him, and he saw the glowing white that was the silk of his Master’s clothing fading in the distance before him.

“Sesshoumaru-sama!” he cried out, reaching out with one hand.

The demon on his back was lowering his hakama, and there was cool wind on his exposed bottom.

“Master! Master, please come back,” he sobbed, feeling the creature’s furry finger poking at his bottom. “Master Sesshoumaru!”

“No!” he struggled in the creature’s grasp. Hadn’t he just killed it? But it was hot and alive and breathing hard against his back. “No, no I belong to Master Sesshoumaru. No, no please-h”

“Inuyasha.”

There was that voice. The beloved voice. Who was it? Was it his mother?

“Inuyasha!”

The hanyou struggled harder. No! The creature wasn’t getting to his mother. His mother wasn’t dying again. She had already died once. She wasn’t dying again.

“Inuyasha, open your eyes.”

Why was the voice so calm? Why wasn’t she running? She was going to get killed! Why wasn’t she running?

“Inuyasha, I command you to open your eyes now!”

Golden eyes snapped open.

He began struggling blindly, but the arms holding him in place weren’t furry. Inuyasha looked around wildly. “Please, please let me go,” he muttered incoherently, eyes open but not seeing properly.

Strong fingers gripped his chin and turned his face as they pleased. Inuyasha was forced to look straight and there were light golden eyes before him, calm and deep.

“You’re alright,” the demon Lord murmured, holding him firmly in place on his lap. “Calm yourself, hanyou.”

Inuyasha took in panicked breaths, staring at the demon Lord as though he didn’t recognize him, but his body was already responding to his voice, obeying his command even though his brain didn’t entirely understand them.

“You had a nightmare,” Sesshoumaru said, reaching up and stroking a strand of white hair out of Inuyasha’s sweaty face. “You’re fine.”

Inuyasha clutched at his heart unconsciously. “No… no that’s not possible. It felt too real. It was really happening. It was real.”

“It wasn’t,” Sesshoumaru asserted. “It’s this place. It plays havoc with one’s senses.”

“Master…” Inuyasha whispered. He reached out and grasped the demon Lord’s arm, as though to make sure he was real. His heart gradually slowed, realizing finally that no, it wasn’t the past. He wasn’t the small, helpless boy who had been captured by the slavers, and his Master hadn’t gone anywhere.

He looked down and realized he was sitting on the ground between the demon Lord’s thighs, one of his legs bent at the knee, closing Inuyasha in. The hanyou sighed and leaned back against his Master’s chest. Sesshoumaru’s arm circled him, and turned him around to face him. Inuyasha tried to look up at him, but he found his head lowering of its own accord, trying to hide in the demon Lord’s embrace.

“Do you know why this forest is known as the Forest of No Return?” Sesshoumaru murmured, raising the boy’s chin up with two fingers.

Inuyasha took a deep shuddering breath. “Because most people who go in, don’t come back out,” he stated dully. “And those who do –” hanyou eyes widened. “-those who do are no longer in their right minds.”

Inuyasha looked away at the faintly glowing stream, moonlight reflecting off it dully. The sight suddenly sent cold shivers up his spine. “So, they aren’t really back, because they’re no longer the same person.”

“Yes,” Sesshoumaru said. “That is why the creatures that inhabit it aren’t like the ones anywhere in the world. They have evolved into twisted things that don’t behave as they would be expected to.”

One large hand landed on Inuyasha’s head and smoothed the drooping puppy ears back reassuringly. “It makes me dream too,” the demon Lord told him. “It seems even taiyoukai aren’t immune to its effects.”

This shook Inuyasha up all over again. He twisted around a little to get a good look at the demon Lord. He wasn’t covered in sweat like he, Inuyasha, was. And his heart wasn’t beating a mile a minute like Inuyasha’s.

“Really?” he asked doubtfully. “What kind of dreams, Master?”

“Terrible nightmares,” Sesshoumaru answered airily. His lips twisted into a smile at the horrified look on Inuyasha’s face.

“What is worrying you so, hanyou?” he asked, gripping the back of Inuyasha’s neck and pulling him closer.

“Master… Master is affected too… what are we going to do?” Inuyasha whispered, panic seeping into his voice for the first time.

Sesshoumaru blinked at him as though he could not, for the life of him, see what there was to be worried about. “We’re going to get through it, to the other side. What else?” he asked.

Inuyasha stared at him, and he chuckled softly, pulling the hanyou in for a soft kiss. “They’re nightmares, Inuyasha, but that’s all they are.”

Inuyasha looked down when he was allowed to pull away, and did not meet the demon Lord’s eyes. “How long do you think it will take, Master?” he asked in a small voice.

“It depends,” Sesshoumaru answered, leaning back against mokomoko-sama now that his pet had calmed a little. “A fortnight, perhaps more.”

Inuyasha’s hand twitched in his lap. A fortnight… a fortnight in his hell-hole. That meant he would be in here on the night when he turned human, when the forest would be pitch-black without a hint of moonlight.

“Do not worry yet,” Sesshoumaru said, pulling him close once again. “We have yet to enter the depths of the forest. And it only gets worse from here.”

Puppy ears drooped. How was that meant to reassure him? That it wasn’t nearly as bad as it was going to be?

He looked up at his Master and Sesshoumaru already had his eyes closed again, breathing slow and even. Inuyasha watched him sleep, but didn’t close his eyes for the rest of the night.

A/N: Dear god that was a long-ass chapter. But forest sex yay! ^.^

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