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Collision	By : AikawaAkihiko Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 42769 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 16
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA AND MAKE NO MONEY FROM THIS STORY

Chapter List
- 1-Collision
- 2-Pain
- 3-Hide
- 4-Unmask
- 5-Interloper
- 6-Restore
- 7-Settle
- 8-Declare
- 9-Embrace
- 7
- 8
- 9
Sesshoumaru sat like a stone statue on the cushioned zabuton pillow, his eyes the only movement as he watched his five councilors enter the room. One by one they knelt on a tatami mat that was arranged before the demon lord and dropped into a deep bow. Once they were all kneeling comfortably Sesshoumaru finally gave signs of life.
“This Sesshoumaru has taken a mate,” he stated simply.
His advisors gawked in stupefied silence for a beat before several attempted to question him at the same time.
“My Lord-,”
“Who?”
“When will she be presented, Sesshoumaru-sama?”
“But you have made no mention of any mating negotiations!”
Sesshoumaru observed the squawking counselors impassively, before flicking his fingers, instantly silencing them.
“There have been no negotiations. This Sesshoumaru found him worthy and mated him,” Sesshoumaru stated as if that should be reason enough for them to accept the mating. As far as Sesshoumaru was concerned it was.
“'He', my Lord? You have mated with a male? This will be the end of your bloodline, sire!” Shojiro, the turtle demon representative of the Western Coast, cried incredulously.
“My Lord, what do you mean there were no negotiations? There have been rumblings of an alliance with the Shikoku Inus. Mating one of the Southern Island Lord’s daughters would have nearly doubled your lands and powers, My Lord!” questioned Tadakatsu, the otter demon representing the Western Harbors. As the representative to the lands closest to the island of Shikoku, his lands stood to gain the most from such a union.
“Does this usurping demon at least bring something of value to the Western Lands?!” squawked Junichiro the crane demon representing the Western Peninsula.
Sesshoumaru’s poisoned whip snapped out. The crane demon’s bright red crown feathers flared in fear as the skin of his cheek felt the bite of his lord’s poison. The cut was minuscule, barely even bleeding, but it served as a reminder that the Lord of the Western Lands could remove his head with just a flick of his wrist if he so chose.
“You shall watch your tongue when speaking of my mate.”
The regional representatives bowed their heads in contrite apology. Raising their heads, the two sole demonesses present shared a glance before one spoke.
“My Lord,” began Mitsuyo, the leopard demoness from the Western Hills, with the caution and reverence that was far more proper when questioning arguably the most powerful Lord of Japan. “Would you share with us details of your mating?”
“This Sesshoumaru has mated the hanyo Inuyasha,” Sesshoumaru intoned in his impenetrably neutral voice as if it were simple information rather than a complete upset in so many ways. The daiyoukai knew he was being difficult about this, not that he had any qualms about inconveniencing anyone.
On one hand, he was ashamed of his predicament. It did not matter if he had accepted the situation with the realization of the hanyo’s status as Uke and subsequent pregnancy, Sesshoumaru had lost control and mated with what could have been a random demon. He had only been saved from ruin by coincidence. If Inuyasha hadn’t been in the area, who knew what demon would have hooked the demon lord’s instincts as the most powerful demon to mate with. He could have ended up with a being like Naraku, for example.
On the other hand, he had mated a strong Uke demon, one who was known by demons throughout all the lands of Japan as a fierce warrior, if low in birth.
His councilors stared at him, attempting to maintain appropriately respectful expressions despite their utter bewilderment.
“My Lord,” began Shojiro, who gulped when Sesshoumaru’s impassive golden gaze rested on him. “Please excuse my impertinence, but I must confess I am baffled! Though you have never made any official move against hanyos in your lands, you have made your views on the creatures quite clear, especially when it comes to that particular example.”
Sesshoumaru’s stone-like visage never changed, but inside he had to admit the coastal representative was correct. He had never felt the need to officially ban breading between humans and youkai in his lands, as other lords have, or send out bands of warriors with official backing to hunt down and kill hanyos, as had happened more than a few times in youkai feudal history. He had never had reason to speak out against hanyos as a whole, they were creatures far below his notice most of the time. Still, he had never blinked an eye at the injustices towards hanyos that he had heard of either, further than concern that one particular hanyo not be killed by any hand but his own.
That was important to him, Inuyasha not being killed by others. Looking back, he could see that while he claimed to want Inuyasha’s death as his own, he had never tried very hard to claim it. If he had wanted the hanyo dead, truly, he would be dead, but he admitted to himself that he had not been terribly motivated to pursue it with any real strength.
Sesshoumaru ignored the turtle demon’s statement in favor of a question from Mitsuyo.
“How has this come to be, sire?” the poised and rather stoic leopard demoness asked.
Whatever response the Western Lord may have had to this request was interrupted by a rap on the shogi.
“Enter,” Sesshoumaru called.
His eyes widened minutely then narrowed in infinitesimal pleasure, as he looked over the surprising visage of his mate. Inuyasha entered the room with perfect poise and strength, never lowering his head yet still tense at being the center of the room’s attention. He wore an eye-catching red and gold patterned kataginu , a vest that exaggeratedly widened his shoulders and was tucked into matching hakama that ballooned in the same style as his fire-rat robes, overtop a black silk kimono. It was synched in at the waist with a brilliant gold obi that secured his sword at his side. His hair was down as was usual, only brushed and oiled to a fine sheen. His face was decorated, Sesshoumaru thought quite handsomely, with magenta paint on his eyelids and cheeks that matched Sesshoumaru’s own markings and sitting like a crown high on his forehead was a golden hirabitai, an ornate gold headpiece in the shape of a crescent moon with rays of light radiating from the center. The decoration was his only concession to his status as Lord Consort, the accessory normally worn by women. Otherwise, he appeared every inch the noble warrior.
Inuyasha scanned the room quickly, before moving along the back of the room, clearly intending to find a spot along the back wall to sit.
“Inuyasha,” Sesshoumaru said flatly, both an announcement of who he was to the gathered representatives and a directive to the hanyo to approach him.
Inuyasha, clearly hoping to remove himself from the room’s notice and sit in the back, turned and followed the direction of his brother’s directive hand. He visibly braced himself and settled his hand on the hilt of his sword in a subconscious defensive gesture as he moved to the front of the room, unable to hold back the grimace at having to seat himself beside his brother and in front of the gathered demons.
The half-demon knelt on a  zabuton positioned to Sesshoumaru’s right and quietly stared the gathered demons down. Unknown to him, sitting before them in the finest silks and shining with beauty, the half-demon exuded a quiet and dangerous aura quite like that of his lordly brother.
The representatives slowly folded into respectful bows.
“This Sesshoumaru has already answered the question,” Sesshoumaru continued the conversation from before the hanyo’s arrival. “This Sesshoumaru found Inuyasha worthy and mated him.” As though it were that simple.
“But, My Lord! –”
Sesshoumaru’s patience was waning. “For years tales of his valor in the battlefield have been spreading across the lands. He has taken on the evil hanyo Naraku and won. He is a half-demon of uncommon strength and beauty. His worthiness is not in dispute.”
The representatives’ reactions varied. Mitsuyo and Tadakatsu graced the hanyo with considering looks, while Shojiro looked unconvinced.
Beside him, Inuyasha was blushing deeply and stared at him in shock that he could speak of him this way. Sesshoumaru met his incredulous gaze with his own blank one. Since fully processing that his little brother was an Uke, Sesshoumaru had slowly been warming to the idea of being mated to him and now contented himself with the realization that all the things he was telling his councilors were true. There was so much past strife between the two of them they would need to overcome, yet despite Sesshoumaru’s lack of agency in the decision to mate and excluding the matter of lands and political alliance brought to the union, Inuyasha was a good match for the Western Lord.
“That does not change the issue of heirs!” Junichiro exclaimed, seemingly forgetting the bite of Sesshoumaru’s whip. “As  allegedly  accomplished as he is, he brings nothing to the position of Consort of the Western Lands!”
“He is Uke,” Sesshoumaru announced. Inuyasha visibly cringed. Yes, it was as Sesshoumaru suspected, the hanyo did not truly understand his position. He endeavored to educate him as well as remind the gathered demons of just how much he did bring to the mating. “As you know, ukes are only comprised of the most powerful of demons. They are immensely rare, even among the highest of demons as they must be both physically and demonically strong. Because of this, any offspring born of my mate will inevitably be far superior to those born of any demon offered on the grounds of titles and alliance.”
Inuyasha looked stunned. He clearly had not known any of this. It was a gratifying look that confirmed Sesshoumaru’s earlier supposition that Inuyasha had entered their mating unknowing and confused yet helpless to fight his instincts.
The counselors ingested this information before Samni-san broke her silence. “It seems,” she pondered slowly, as was her way, “that we must begin preparations for a celebration in the Lord Consort Inuyasha’s name.”
That effectively put an end to the issue. The counselors knew that what Sesshoumaru spoke was true – there was no better candidate for the success of the Shiro Inu line than Inuyasha and the only issue forward was how to share that with the lands.
Inuyasha remained silent as the discussion progressed. Sesshoumaru was constantly aware of any move he made and every turn in his emotions. Though he might be better versed in stillness and stoic expressions than he had previously thought, he still radiated his every emotion from him like a beacon.
The demon Lord’s attention was so much on his new mate that he only half listened to his advisor’s plans for their mating announcement and celebration. Throughout the discussion, Inuyasha grew ever tenser.
“Have you any other preferences, Inuyasha,” Sesshoumaru suddenly interjected, cutting off Tadakatsu mid-sentence.
Inuyasha started in surprise at being spoken to directly and sent the Daiyoukai an unreadable look. “Er, no,”
Sesshoumaru studied the perplexing creature, who straightened and met his gaze unflinchingly. In the back of his mind, Sesshoumaru recognized that Inuyasha seemed to be gaining back his normal obstinate nature. The mantel of meek submission of his heat and subsequent mating slowly sliding from his broad shoulders. Still, the hanyo was clearly unhappy with the plans…
Abruptly, as his advisors were well used to by now, he changed the topic of conversation. They discussed the situation in the eastern region of his lands. Interestingly enough, Inuyasha relaxed and appeared to be listening intently.
“…It’s a simple solution,” Junichiro proposed briskly, “but the best one, I believe.”
From beside the demon Lord, Inuyasha snorted.
The advisor of the Western Peninsula puffed up with wounded pride. “You have something to say  hany -Lord Consort,” Junichiro demanded with barely restrained derision.
“Uh, yeah, that sounds like a particularly stupid way land Sesshoumaru in war.” Inuyasha scoffed with his usual level of tact.
“What would you know of it?!” the crane demon snapped.
At the deep foreboding growl that rolled through the room from the Lord of the Western Lands and being pierced by eyes glowing with demonic rage, the advisor of the Western Peninsula backed down and bowed in supplication. Sesshoumaru turned to his brother with expectant stoicism.
Inuyasha, disconcerted at the appearance of this protective version of his older brother, continued. “Er, yeah, well, you’re talking about damning the river and cutting down all the surrounding trees, or whatever. That’s going to mean that the village, Kaigu, that’s about, umm, four days journey down the river, will be destroyed.” The hanyo shifted on his zabuton and scratched his cheek in thought. “I stayed there once. Had me hauling water to the rice fields in return for letting me stay in the village for a few nights. Those guys whole livelihood centers around that river. Their village god is the river spirit. If you divert the river, I’m bettin’ they ain’t the only village that you will leave to starve, and I’m also bettin’ that their Lords won’t be too happy with ol’ Sessh here decimating their people either.” He paused and screwed his face up with a sudden thought. “Jeez! Is that why everyone in Japan thinks you’re a heartless bastard? I mean, you totally are, but they can’t have all met you. You followin’ advice like that, it’s no wonder!” He scoffed.
Sesshoumaru stilled and Inuyasha folded his arms into his sleeves and looked challengingly back. Inuyasha was in a strange mood, he decided, not that he was all that familiar with his brother’s emotions outside of anger and outrage. Still, his point was valid. He turned as a raised a challenging eyebrow at his advisors.
~*~
Inuyasha noticed that he had subconsciously been slowing his walk to a near snail-like pace and huffed exasperatedly at himself. He had just walked Shippo to his room after they had eaten dinner with Sesshoumaru and his advisors. They had spent some time sat together on the window sill. The little kitsune had told Inuyasha about his and the Xian-li’s adventures that morning and how the panda youkai had been such a pain about making him bathe and get all dressed up for dinner.
Eventually, the kitsune grew tired and sagged in his arms, his breaths puffing into the skin of the hanyo’s neck, safe in his protector’s arms as it had been in the years since they began to travel alone. Inuyasha had tucked the little kit into bed and headed to find his own bed.
Despite never seeing the daiyoukai last night he had a sneaking suspicion that his bed and Sesshoumaru’s bed were one and the same. He knew he would not be allowed to share with Shippo, as evidenced by the fact that he had been removed from it last night. Reaching the door to his rooms, he braced himself and slid the screen open.
Sesshoumaru had beaten him back to the room, having remained behind to finalize the celebration plans with his advisors. Inuyasha had begged off the meeting to escort Shippo to his rooms. The Daiyoukai had already removed his armor and bathed and sat before the fire brushing his hair. The youkai’s eyes followed Inuyasha around the room as he entered.
Inuyasha’s bravado from the meeting seemed to be dwindling in the face of sleeping in the same room as his brother.
“Your conduct today,” Sesshoumaru suddenly spoke. Inuyasha tensed, expecting to be reprimanded, probably violently. Sesshoumaru surprised Inuyasha by continuing. “You held yourself with dignity.”
Inuyasha snorted with exasperated disdain, not surprised in the least that Sesshoumaru thinks him some empty-headed mongrel. Same as everybody else. “I know you think I’m somehow some kind of animal that’s only barely smart enough to know that I shouldn’t hold the sharp end of the sword, but what part of Izayoi- Hime didn’t you get? My mother wasn’t some human whore as you like to spout. She was the daughter of a great Lord, and in the little time I had with her she raised me to be worthy of the title, even if they tolerated me only marginally better than you did.”
Sesshoumaru seemed to study him consideringly, but his only response was a neutral “Hnn”.
The daiyoukai rose from the cushion before the fire. “The servants have done well with your appearance, as well,” he complimented raising a hand to Inuyasha’s silken hair.
Inuyasha was taken aback
“Er, yeah,” Inuyasha blinked, “Xian-li was in here bothering me all morning with it.”
“He will be removed immediately if he is also treating you ill,” Sesshoumaru announced, suddenly tense with budding anger. “He has not yet tasted the bite of my whip, a state that can be remedied should he be abusing his Lord’s mate.”
“No! No!” Inuyasha waved away, nonplussed. He sidestepped Sesshoumaru’s questing fingers and slunk out of his older brother’s reach and tried to put the bed in between them. “He’s fine! He’s fine! He- He's a decent guy!”
Sesshoumaru’s eyes followed him as he circled around the bed, letting his hand slowly drop back down to his side. “Very well.”
Silence reigned awkwardly as they stared at each other.
“You may remove your clothes for bed Inuyasha.”
Inuyasha sputtered.
“Do you plan to sleep in full regalia, sword and all, little brother?”
Inuyasha gaped. Sesshoumaru had never called him something so benign and almost affectionate as “little brother”. He ignored the question. “Where’s my robes then?”
“I’m sure it is being cleaned,” Sesshoumaru finally broke his piercing gaze from the hanyo and turned back to store his brush away. Turning back to the hanyo he commanded: “Come, mate, I will assist you with your garments.”
“Wha- but- no way!” Inuyasha sputtered, “I can dress and undress myself!”
Before he had even finished his sentence, the taller demon was before him. His clawed hand took hold of Inuyasha’s head firmly, burying in his fingers in the soft hair and cupping his jaw. He bared Inuyasha’s throat with a gentle tug and swiped his thumb across Inuyasha’s painted cheek. “I shall take care of you mate,” he announced.
Inuyasha fought to keep the submissive whine in his throat from escaping. He swallowed it down. “I can take care of myself,” he asserted weakly, his voice breathless and his hands holding on to Sesshoumaru’s arm and robe.
“Of course, you can, little mate,” Sesshoumaru rumbled, taking in the rising flush on the hanyo’s cheeks, “That is why you are Uke. That is why you are worthy of this Sesshoumaru.”
Inuyasha’s breath released in a gush of air. His eyes widened in astonishment. “Wha-what?” he breathed.
“You belong to this Sesshoumaru, now,” he continued before Inuyasha could get his first indignant word out at the pronouncement. At the same time, his hand slid down the hanyo’s neck to begin loosening the ties of his clothes, “This Sesshoumaru knows you heard the discussion today about Uke. Only the greatest of demons could become Uke. You are this Sesshoumaru’s Uke now. Mine to care for.”
Inuyasha’s breath quickened as Sesshoumaru let his kataginu fall to the floor and began on the ties to his hakama. “You- You only changed your mind about me when you figured out I was Uke.”
“Yes.”
Inuyasha quickly ducked his head. He didn’t particularly like his brother, nor did he want to be mated to him, but the straight forward answer was a blow anyway. He shuffled uncomfortably and lowered his hands to cover his lower half when his hakama joined the rest of his clothes on the floor.
Sesshoumaru pushed his chin back up to meet his eyes as he pushed the black kimono and undershirt off the hanyo’s shoulders, leaving him naked before him. “Knowing you are Uke tells me there is much about you that this Sesshoumaru has overlooked in my anger towards you.”
Inuyasha looked away, eyes flashing in indignation. He may be slowly easing out of the intense submissiveness of the past few days, but he was not yet comfortable enough to express his incredulous disgust.  Really? "overlooked”, huh? That's what we are going with here?
His breath hitched and his indignation fled when Sesshoumaru once again pulled his head to the side to bare his neck with a firm grasp on his hair. The daiyoukai buried his nose in the hanyo’s throat. He licked at Inuyasha’s thrumming pulse point and the hanyo whined, clutching at the daiyoukai’s still robed shoulders as he was backed to the edge of the bed.
Landing on his back, Inuyasha fought to maintain his calm. His brother stood above him, piercing him with a half-lidded gaze and began to remove his robe.
The daiyoukai crawled onto the bed as Inuyasha backed away. Sesshoumaru’s clawed hands land on the hanyo’s ankles. They slid up the smooth skin. “You, my little mate, are a creature of great power,” he gave a squeeze to the hanyo’s muscular thighs. “You have survived in the face of unparalleled adversity,” his hands glided across Inuyasha’s slightly flared hips. “Tales of your valor spread even now across the lands,” at his quivering stomach, Sesshoumaru’s hand was joined by the other and they feathered up Inuyasha’s now heaving chest. “This Sesshoumaru has hated you for the entirety of your existence”.
Inuyasha, laid bare before his Seme, whimpered and turned his face away. Fucking Sesshoumaru! Hit him where it hurts when he’s at his most vulnerable!
“But,” Sesshoumaru plucked at the sensitive pink nipples that stood to attention, “you have always been strong. You have always resisted defeat. You have always survived and grown stronger. You have always walked the lands as a beautiful flower in a field of grass.”
Inuyasha gasped, his nipples sending a zing of pleasure to his cock and moaned when Sesshoumaru followed the paths of his fingers with his mouth. The daiyoukai mouthed at his chest and trailed up to his neck.
“No matter what has stood in the way before, this Sesshoumaru will treasure his Uke. This Sesshoumaru will explore all the ways you are exceptional. This Sesshoumaru will acknowledge his hanyo’s strength and beauty before the world.”
Inuyasha bucked up against Sesshouru’s hard body as the daiyoukai bit down on the sensitive skin of his throat even as his eyes burned. Sesshoumaru was saying things that he had always secretly longed to hear when he was a cub, newly turned out of his mother’s family’s home after Izayoi’s death, and encountering the great being that was his older brother for the first time. The hatred and spiteful words coming from the daiyoukai had blistered far worse than the disgust of his human family. His mother had raised him on stories of his father’s honor and great love for his human mate and hanyo child. It had been the rudest of awakenings to find that his older brother very much did not feel the same.
Now he was here whispering words of acclaim and recognition into his skin as he stoked his body into a fervor.
Inuyasha gasped as those long and deadly fingers moved lower until a single digit stroked over his increasingly wet hole. Instead of entering the furled opening, Sesshoumaru’s hands moved up to grasp the hanyo’s muscular thigh, pushing it up and over, encouraging Inuyasha to flip over to his stomach. With one knee under him and the other hung over the side of the bed, it left him spread wide open to the daiyoukai’s gaze. It also left him off balance, so that when Sesshoumaru swooped down and dragged his tongue across his glistening hole he could only shout in surprise and squirm weakly. His shout turned to a long moan as that wicked tongue lapped at the Uke’s juices.
Inuyasha was frantic with shock, desperation, and unknown pleasure. Never before had he even heard of such an act, let alone know that it could make his eyes roll into the back of his head. He found himself pushing his hips back into the invading tongue as his brother speared it into his hole.
“Mmmm,” Sesshoumaru hummed, pulling back to put his hands on his mate’s rounded cheeks. He spread them to his red gaze, his thumbs pulling his hole open. “Such an eager little thing, aren't you, little brother?”
“Nnng!” Inuyasha whined.
“Let me ease you, Mate,” Sesshoumaru said, voice low and velvety with lust. “Let me fill you up.”
Inuyasha’s hole tried to clench, even as his brother held him open and lined his cock up, his mate’s words shivering through his body.
Sesshoumaru slid inside his delectable warmth with a growl. As Inuyasha’s passions grew stronger, so did his scent. His hole grew wetter and his body more flushed. Never before had his mate reacted so thoroughly to him, never had Inuyasha been so primed for his mate. It made Sesshoumaru’s youkai instincts rise to the surface. For the first time, the daiyoukai truly understood that his mate’s pleasure directly impacted his own.
Before, sex had been an extension of every other part of his life, an act of power and self-gratification. It was not so with his mate. Being a creature made to find their one perfect mate, it made sense. With his mate, he came to find that the more Inuyasha was engaged in their mating, the better it was for them both.
Sesshoumaru's instincts urged him forward, fucking into his little mate with deep fast strokes. He growled his pleasure, the sound becoming part of the symphony of panted breaths, pleasured whines and grunts from his mate, and their skin slapping with the intensity of each stroke.
Inuyasha pushed back to meet each stroke forward, his Seme pounding into him in a way that had to be painful, yet he only wanted more, harder! He reached back with one hand to hold on to those pistoning hips. The other scrabbled uselessly at the bedding, his face pressed alongside it.
“Se-Sesshoumaru!” Inuyasha yelled as the youkai’s cock struck something amazing inside of him over and over. Inuyasha yelled wordlessly as the mounting pleasure peaked. Coming untouched, Inuyasha's hole clamped down on his mate. Sesshoumaru roared above him as he came and collapsed on top of the panting hanyo.
Taking only a few seconds to recover, Sesshoumaru sunk back down over the side of the bed. Inuyasha moaned hoarsely as Sesshoumaru lapped again at his hole, licking away their combined juices interspersed with tender kisses to the muscled cheeks. He eased Inuyasha out of the stretched-out position, lifting the drowsy hanyo into his arms to strip the bed of the dirtied top layer. He carried his mate up to the top of the bed, settling him on a pillow.
Inuyasha sighed in languid pleasure. His body was more relaxed than he’d ever felt it. The pillow was softer and more inviting than anything he’d ever felt before. When Sesshoumaru settled his body protectively over him, grabbing Inuyasha into his embrace so that his body almost covered the Uke, he felt more secure and warm than he’d ever known it was possible to be.
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