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Collision	By : AikawaAkihiko Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 42777 -:- 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
- 8
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Old Toki cursed as the poles for his stall fell once again. Everyone was getting ready for the cherry blossom viewing hanami festival. This year it would be very busy. The Lord of the Western Lands was announcing his mating. The other Lords and their retinue were coming from all over Japan to celebrate. The old demon needed to get the stall installed and stocked before the morning was over, but his useless grandson was off who knew where.
“Here, I got it, jiji,” a gruff voice announced.
The old man blinked, a little bewildered at the figure that stood next to him holding the poles upright. His bright silver hair was shiny and well-groomed, with two puppy ears atop his head. His robes were lavish red silk. He was also heavily pregnant.
“Er, sir, are you sure-,”
“I ain’t standing here all day, old man,” the silver-haired man interrupted.
“Hai, hai!” the elder demon bowed and quickly went to work securing the poles. The young man followed the elder’s tentative instruction without complaint as they worked.
The two working together quickly had the stall nearly completed when there was a call from down the street. “My Lord Consort!”
The silver-haired man growled under his breath and huffed. “Damned panda, always up my ass!”
The elder demon paused his finalizing work and blinked back and forth between the red-clad man and the figure rushing toward them.
“My Lord Consort! Honestly! What do you think you are doing?!” the figure admonished as he reached them, huffing and puffing from his rush.
“Whatever I damn well want to!” cried the Lor- the Lord Consort! “He needed help, so I helped hi-”
“My Lord!” cried the elder demon cried as he released the cloth for the stall canopy and bowed low. “I apologize! I didn’t recognize you! I didn’t- I wouldn’t- Lord Sesshoumaru mustn’t think-!”
The Lord Consort snorted. “Who cares what he thinks! Now get that cloth so we can finish!” he demanded.
The elder demon looked in bewildered confusion from the Lord Consort to his servant. The servant huffed and rolled his eyes but settled against a nearby sakura tree to fan himself while he waited for them to finish. The elder eyed the younger demon’s pregnant belly, then up to his glaring eyes, which narrowed as if challenging him to say something about it. “Er, Yes my Lord.”
They finished building the stall with minimal grumbling on the part of the young Lord and much bowing and even more tentative direction from the elder demon.
Finally, the young Lord brushed his hands. “What else, we gotta do?”
“My Lord! I cannot allow any more! Lord Sesshoumaru will have my hide if he finds out about this!” the servant protested. “Besides, it is almost time to get ready! Reports of the Fuji Lord’s procession has been spotted only a few hours away!”
The Lord consort scowled. “Fine!” he huffed before turning back to Toki and giving a curt nod. Toki quickly stooped into as deep a bow as he could manage without kneeling. “Thank you, my Lord!”
As they walked away, he couldn’t help but be mystified. He had never had a noble deign the speak to him, with his plain clothes and simple lifestyle, let alone offer a kindness such as this. The young Lord Consort was certainly a compassionate little thing, so earnest and lively. His memory of the pregnant lord transformed into a tale of a soft and delicate beauty who honored him with his kindness that he would share with his family and neighbors. The near-mythical vision of a benevolent consort would combine with all the other stories of the hanyou Lord consort from other demons he interacted with every day, some tales more exaggerated than others, and spread throughout the lands.
Somehow, without Inuyasha’s knowledge or intention, he would become a symbol for benevolent leadership and a positive representative for hanyous everywhere before his first year as Consort to the Western Lord was over.
~
Sesshoumaru stood beside his mate amidst a small crowd of councilors, guards, and servants waiting to help the new arrivals as they watched the first noble guests arrive. The Lord of the Great Fujiyama Lands held controlled only a small region, compared to most of the other youkai Lords, with a small population and even viewer resources. His power, however, came not from political, economic, or physical might but from holding the center of spiritual power. The Fuji mountain was a sacred place with many youkai temples and monasteries. Demons from all lands pilgrimage to the burning mountain and it is said that the Lord of the Lands could call down storms of smoke and rains of fire on his enemies. It was good to be at least on friendly terms with the Lord of the Great Fujiyama Lands.
For all the political importance of this meeting, Sesshoumaru’s attention was thoroughly distracted from it by his mate. Inuyasha was once again resplendent as he stood beside him. As he grew with child, he had been forced to wear more feminine styles of clothing. Today he wore a lavish uchiki, 3 layers of thin, open-style robes in various shades of blue, the outer layer intricately patterned with orange and gold stripes, over a simple kosode tied closed over his belly with a red and gold patterned obi. His groomed hair hung long and silky down his back and his head was once again adorned with his golden crescent moon hirabitai, marking him as the Lord Consort.
Sesshoumaru was entranced by his little mate. The more he gave in to his instincts to protect and treasure his mate, the less he could reconcile his past feelings of disgust and loathing he had held so recently and for so long. He would feel betrayed by his own mind and body if he weren’t so satisfied that his mate was objectively superior to any candidate that could have been put forth. It didn’t feel so much like his instincts forcing him to settle into the mating as a paradigm shift of how he saw Inuyasha.
His little mate was perfection. What he once viewed as mouthy, he now saw as outspoken. What once was an obstinate refusal to die properly, was now an unshakable strength to live. What had previously been luck was now skill. How he once considered Inuyasha a disgusting and weak example of youkai kind, rather than the most enchanting visage he had had the grace to see, would forever be a mystery to Sesshoumaru.
As the daiyoukai grew more familiar with Inuyasha, he began to be able to read him better. The hanyou was beginning to feel the same about him as well. Sesshoumaru could see past the snark and grump to the looks of wonder, the curiosity, the intellect.
Just the evening before, his little mate had only grumbled quietly as he was pulled between Sesshoumaru’s legs. Sesshoumaru was continually amazed at the life that grew inside of his mate. The fact that the Daiyoukai’s desire only increased as Inuyasha grew round and soft with his pup its own pleasant surprise. Sesshoumaru remembered as Inuyasha bit his lip and trembled, his nipples and cheeks flushing as Sesshoumaru slid his robes open and caressed the skin stretched tight across his fertile belly. It was no time at all for his little mate to end up dripping and begging for him. Sesshoumaru always took his time to savor his mate, to hear his sweet cries of pleasure, to taste –
“Lord Sesshoumaru!” a voice tore him abruptly from his memory. As was his habit, Sesshoumaru let no part of his inner thoughts show on the outside, thought Inuyasha shifted and ducked his head beside him. “I am honored that you should take the time to greet us on our arrival!”
The Lord of the Great Fujiyama Lands had decided to walk alongside his procession rather than avail himself of the ornate and finely crafted carriage. The barrel-chested neko youkai’s thickly muscled form made him appear short and squat, an image that was countered only by the realization that he was only a little shorter than Sesshoumaru, who was rather tall himself.
“Greetings Lord Runikoshi,” Sesshoumaru greeted impassively, “I trust your journey was well.”
“Oh yes, yes. Very well, very well!” Lord Runikoshi confirmed jovially. “Well, well! Who do we have here? Is this the little mate?”
Sesshoumaru felt Inuyasha tense at his side.
“This is my consort Lord Inuyasha.”
“Well aren’t you a beauty!” the Fuji Lord took hold of Inuyasha’s chin.
Inuyasha yanked his chin from his grasp with a snarl. “The fuck you touchin’ me for?”
“Oh! You’ve got yourself a feisty one here!” Lord Runikoshi laughed, unperturbed at Inuyasha’s aggression. “I bet he’s quite the little hell-cat in bed, am I right?”
Inuyasha, never known for his saintly patience, turned on his heel with a growl and stomped away. Sesshoumaru was glad that his little mate was far enough in his pregnancy that his first instinct was to run away rather than fight, or there might have been a serious incident. As it was, Sesshoumaru’s lip lifted in anger at the visiting Lord. The man was a highly respected Lord. He was fair in his political dealings, kind to his people, and was willing to aid his neighboring Lords when he was able, but he was, above all, a lecher. Though, mostly harmless, he nevertheless made his desires known and never shied away from those that caught his eye.
“The servants will see you to your rooms so that you may bathe and rest,” Sesshoumaru gritted out. Without waiting for a response, he left after his mate.
~
Inuyasha was not looking forward to the Sakura Viewing Festival. It felt like just as he was growing a little comfortable in the castle, after the less than auspicious beginning, it was being invaded by a horde of strange demons. Demons, of course, who only a few months ago wouldn’t have hesitated in trying to kill him or run him off their land.
After that first lord had arrived, Inuyasha had refused to bother with any more of them. Instead, he hid out in the gardens. Most of the time Shippou joined him, keeping himself entertained by practicing his letters (if Xian-li were there with them) or his tricks.
About a week after they had arrived, Shippou had made a friend in a slightly older kitsune boy. The boy had been playing hooky from his work in the stables to practice his kitsune tricks. They hadn’t been anything special but little Shippou had been enthralled and he followed the older boy around. The older boy didn’t seem to mind having an admirer and so taught the younger kit his tricks when it suited him.
The little kit was proud to show off to his big brother Inuyasha at any rate. Inuyasha, never one to gush praise, would usually respond with ideas on how the trick would be useful in a hunt or getting out of a bad situation. As big brother, he felt it his mission to prepare the young orphaned kit for the worst. He knows he would have been grateful for the advice when he was a pup.
Other times, like now as they lounged in the branches of a large sakura tree, Shippou would rest against Inuyasha’s bulging belly and listen to the pup inside, waiting to feel it kick and move. This was secretly Inuyasha’s favorite time. Shippou would exclaim in surprise with every kick and giggle in delight.
It was an oasis of calm and contentment in his life. Even though he now lived in luxury and had access to more food than he’d had in his entire life, Inuyasha was still conflicted over what his life had become so suddenly. It was true that Sesshoumaru had completely changed the way he treated him and certainly seemed to have come around to viewing their mating favorably.
Inuyasha, however, found it hard to reconcile his new life and the new attitude of those around him. The servants were deferential and humble before him, if not outright scared of him (or rather what Sesshoumaru would do to them if they stepped out of line). It was creepy to Inuyasha, who had been met with almost absolute disregard for most of his life. Sesshoumaru’s tenderness and protectiveness, the look in his eye when Inuyasha entered a room… well, it was a lot to get used to.
Perhaps, he thought, it was because any time in the past that something so good had come to his life, it had been swiftly, suddenly, and usually violently taken away. He didn’t trust his happiness to last.
But, Inuyasha was kind of hoping it did this time. Not because of the comfy beds and elaborate meals. Certainly not because of the servants, but maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if Sesshoumaru wanted him. Maybe at night, when the daiyoukai touched him and took his body apart, it made Inuyasha feel like he would do anything to keep that feeling. Like he would do anything to keep Sesshoumaru by his side.
It wasn’t just at night, however. Inuyasha had often thought about his conversation with Xian-li about mates. He had been so disappointed to hear that Inus mated for life, had been looking for a way out of the mating and away from his brother for weeks. But gradually time had worn them down. That or they had simply gotten to know each other. Since their first meeting with the councilors, Sesshoumaru had brought him to other meetings. At first, his looks had been almost a challenge, as if the daiyoukai were daring him to think he could contribute to the conversations, dare him to contradict or contribute to the arguments and decisions being made. Unlike most of his councilors, Inuyasha had hands-on insight with many of the issues that came up for debate. Eventually, however, Sesshoumaru seemed to value his input.
Like Inuyasha, Sesshoumaru was a wanderer. Sesshoumaru seemed to understand that Inuyasha would not put up with a life of leisure and uselessness. He had never so much as acknowledged rumors, rumblings, or reports of his consort cavorting about the castle, helping servants with their tasks, never so much as wrinkled his nose when his pregnant mate came home smelling as if he had been working in the dragon pen. After the first time, Inuyasha had disappeared into the woods with Shippou to hunt, only to be met with the sight of Sesshoumaru sitting in a clearing, a clearing that had clearly been visited by the daiyoukai frequently, Sesshoumaru had silently signaled his intentions every time he planned to go out for a while, a silent invitation for Inuyasha to join him. After a few times, Inuyasha did.
They spent time together, a lot of time together. And it wasn’t painful! Inuyasha actually felt more comfortable when his mate was nearby. It was bizarre.
For now, however, he and Shippou were out in the gardens alone. The visiting Lords and other important guests seemed to be arriving en mass these days. Of the seven other demon lords, four had shown up in the last two days. It didn’t sound like a lot but Inuyasha had spied on the processions from a distance. The Lords all seemed to travel with their entire household’s occupants, from mates and families to servants, guards, drivers, and stable hands. He’d of course seen such processions before in his travels but had never thought about how all those people would be accommodated at the other end of their journey. It seemed that only Sesshoumaru traveled with only his retainer. Perhaps that would change now that he had a mate and pup?
So now the castle and the surrounding town was filling up fast for the festival, and Inuyasha just craved some peace. He was always stressed these days, his belly cramping and his appetite lowering. He couldn’t go anywhere without being stared at, and not all the visitors were willing to hide how they truly felt about the Western Lord’s mating with a Hanyou, purported Uke or not. Especially bitter about the arrangement was the Lord of Shikoku and his people. The Inu’s of Shikoku were their immediate southern neighbor and were once just a part of the Western Lands, the two areas ruled over by the Inuyasha’s and Sesshoumaru’s forefathers. The Western lands were split between warring brothers long ago, with the lesser brother taking the Island of Shikoku. The two Lords historically never warred again but the relationship between the Western Lord and the Shikoku Lord was always one marked with sniping and petty dispute. Before Inuyasha had entered the picture, there had been rumblings of the two factions attempting to repair the strained relationship through mating. The Shikoku Lord’s daughters were powerful and beautiful and the perfect age to make such a union possible. That had obviously been discarded with Sesshoumaru’s sudden mating, much to the Shikoku Lord’s apparently bitter disgust.
One Lord who hadn’t arrived with a large retinue but was just as aggravating was Koga. He was apparently the Northern Mountain Lord. Inuyasha hadn’t known or cared that the wolf held basically the same status as his brother and despite his efforts to woo Kagome away from him, the wolf had never mentioned it or used it to get his way. Still, Inuyasha avoided him. He was sure that the wolf would talk his ear off and make fun of him and just generally annoy the shit out of him, so Inuyasha stayed far out of his way.
“Come Inuyasha,” Sesshoumaru’s dry voice suddenly spoke up from beneath his perch on the tree branch, thoroughly startling the hell out him, “It is time to fill that unruly belly of yours.”
“Gah!” exclaimed Inuyasha, clutching Shippou who had nearly jumped clear out of the tree in fright. “Don’t do that shit!”
Sesshoumaru, the dick, actually appeared amused, or his version of it anyway. “Make yourself presentable. We are obligated to dine with our guests this evening.”
Inuyasha wanted to whine and bitch until Sesshoumaru understood just how much he did not want to do that but knew that Sesshoumaru would simply stoically stare at him until he was finished. It was no fun. Instead, he sighed, loudly and obnoxiously, but jumped down to join his mate.
Shippou bounced along beside them chattering at the Daiyoukai about all that happened that day. Shippou, a child far more open to forgetting the actions of the past than Inuyasha had ever been, had embraced Sesshoumaru as family fairly quickly after they had arrived. Sesshoumaru had never indicated his presence was welcome, yet neither had he discouraged Shippou’s friendliness in any way. Sesshoumaru would often let the kit natter on at him while he was around, and occasionally “hnn” or otherwise indicate he had heard the kit, even if he never bothered to fully converse with him. It seemed all the encouragement that Shippou needed at any rate.
The trio made their way to their rooms. Sesshoumaru waited in the lounge while servants fussed over Inuyasha and Shippou and got them ready for the dinner. The Western Lord paused before they entered the dining room. Inuyasha glanced up curiously at him only to be surprised when Sesshoumaru cupped his face in his hand. He smoothed a clawed thumb against Inuyasha’s rounded cheek before reaching up and giving a puppy ear a playful tug. Inuyasha snarled and gave him a kick in the shins. Sesshoumaru gave a quick growl and a playful smirk.
“Idiot,” Inuyasha grumbled. He never knew how to react when Sesshoumaru was feeling playful. He had very little experience with playful teasing, but it seemed that the more comfortable they grew with each other, the more Sesshoumaru would let out his playful side. It was nice, Inuyasha supposed. He glanced back up at Sesshoumaru through his lashed and fought a blush, as Shippou unsuccessfully smothered a giggle behind them.
After wiping all mirth from their faces and steeling themselves for an evening of boredom and annoyance, they entered the dining room looking regal in brightly colored and multi-layered kimonos.
Upon everting the room, however, rather than pay any attention to the Lords gathered before him, Inuyasha stiffened at the first sniff of a very familiar and unwelcomed scent. It was the scent of salamander.
“I knew it!” exclaimed a rather high voice from the far end of the table. “I knew it was you! Just what have you gotten yourself into, my precious?!”
Just the sound of his voice was enough for Inuyasha to growl and automatically reach for his sword, which was unfortunately left behind in their rooms. “What the hell are you doing here?!”
At the far end of the table sat the squat form of that asshole salamander youkai who had been dogging Inuyasha’s footsteps since he’d found out he was uke. The mottled brown of his skin and copper-colored hair clashed horribly with his choice of charcoal grey and blue striped hitatare robes and black conical tate-eboshi cap. He sat next to a taller, yet no less round companion, dressed similarly in olive green and gold holding himself more stiffly and who’s expression seemed to grow a mix of anger, embarrassment, and haughtiness.
“Look, Toka,” the first exclaimed, ignoring Inuyasha’s demand. “I told you! I told you, it sounded like my little mate! I told you it was him!
The other attendees, who had been up until now silent in surprise, gasped and exclaimed the room filling up with “what!”s and “Now see here!”s. This was unexpected, to say the least. The Southern Lord Tokagefumi and his little brother Sanshouuoshi would come into the Western Lord’s household and lay forth a claim to his very pregnant mate! As the Southern Lord in charge of the southern islands, Lord Tokagefumi was used to being uncontested in his power. He wielded a great deal of power as well, given that his lands produced a great deal of resources and, outside of the northern lord, he ruled over the greatest amount of land. Even so, to many present, this was a grievous offense. Still, others sneered at the scene. It was just like a Hanyou to try and play whore. No doubt the creature was playing around with the Lord’s younger brother and dropped him when he realized he could mate a Lord instead.
“Fuck you, you asshole! I told you to stay the fuck away from me!” Inuyasha stridently yelled.
“Yeah!” Shippou’s squeaky voice chimed in.
“Now just a minute!” Sanshouuoshi demanded, “Now I have put up with just about enough-,”
Sound died away nearly as suddenly as it had erupted at the violent spike of raging power. Sesshoumaru remained where he had been the whole time, entering the room slightly in front and to the side of Inuyasha. Nothing moved but his cold eyes, roving the room and assessing all its occupants as red flickered and swirled within them.
“You will cease speaking at once!” Sesshoumaru growled, his voice deepening as his youkai came to the surface.
The elder brother, however, only seemed to puff himself up more in anger and signaled subtly for his guards. “You forget yourself, Sesshoumaru! You do not speak to lowly servants here! I am the Lord of the Southern Islands! You will show me respect! Especially as you have shown yourself dishonorable in stealing other’s property!”
“You can’t just claim a person as property! Fuck you!” Inuyasha snapped, growing ever more agitated, his arms circling his protruding belly protectively. His stomach cramps had started up again at the added stress. “I never wanted anything to do with this shit stain! You can’t just follow people around and decide they belong to you! Was me sticking my foot up your ass every time you bothered me not a big enough hint I wasn’t interested?!”
“Well, I never! Such language, precious! When we are through here, I’m going bend you over my knee until you learn some manners!” the seemingly ever oblivious Sanshouuoshi announced.
That seemed to be the last straw for Sesshoumaru. His youkai burst forth and the room dissolved into panic and unrelenting demonic power.
Inuyasha, equally enraged, yet instinctively wary of the violent youki being thrown around began to snarl and back toward the door. His stomach hurt and his instincts to protect himself and his young rose to the front of his consciousness. For the first time in years, he could feel his inner demon try to break free. No longer restrained by the kotodama beads he once wore, he felt himself begin to change. His demon marks clouded across his skin like ink in water, fading in and out as his control wavers, his eyes flickering.
He bit off a whine as his stomach cramps seemed to ripple across his stomach and back as his stress and anger increased. Snarling, he grabbed Shippou and backed out of the room, his demon fully taking over.
He was met by a growing crowd of servants anxiously coming to see what all the commotion was about, as well as the guards of the Lords attempting to enter and protect their charges. Inuyasha, confronted with a seeming hoard of potential threats, snarled and swiped at those nearest him, his demon fully in control. The servants hurriedly backed away even as the armed guards stepped forth with their swords at the ready, unsure if Inuyasha was the source of the room’s commotion or not.
Inuyasha reached for his sword and snarled when it wasn’t there. It was nonsensical, or so he had been told, for the Lord’s mate to wear his weapons within his own home. It showed he lacked faith in his mate’s protection, Xian-li had told him. Inuyasha had felt uneasy - it wasn’t about how well his mate could protect him, rather how badly others wanted to hurt him – but, against his better judgment, he had given in and developed the habit of leaving it behind int heir rooms. Now, feeling entirely too vulnerable without his sword, his instincts, his inner demon demanded that he get to a safe place, that he get his sword and take his kit and his unborn pup somewhere defendable.
Growing ever more agitated as the guards grew closer, Inuyasha raked his claws across his arm and coated them with blood. “Blades of Blood!” he snarled. The blood blades struck at the armor guards, but being surrounded as they were by unarmed civilians, they could not doge out of the way. The servants shrieked and attempted to scatter from the oncoming attack
“Get the Hanyou!” the voice of a hulking guard cried out over the din of panicked voices.
The guards’ attention was divided, however. Even as Inuyasha attempted to escape the increasingly hostile crowd, the sounds of fury and violence emanating from the room behind him grew in ferocity. Those guards that chose to focus on the visibly pregnant Hanyou found themselves impeded by the crowd of servants. Several of the servants were those that had grown ever more charmed by their Hanyou Lord Consort and grew outraged that these outsiders would dare to attack him.
The chaos outside of the formal dining hall soon matched that inside of it. Sesshoumaru’s servants attacked the guards in Inuyasha’s defense. A messenger boy jumped onto the back of one guard who was attempted to draw his sword, while the cook bashed another over the head with her iron ladle.
Inuyasha, in his instinct-driven state of mind, took none of this in, only seeing an opening in the crowd and making his escape. He ran as well as he was able, between the bulk of his pregnancy and the increasing pain in his belly, it was hard to make his way as quickly and as invisibly as he wished.
He and Shippou finally reached his and Sesshoumaru’s chambers, locking the door and shoving the heavy oak chest in front of it. He sagged against the chest, breaths panting from pain and exertion. His eyes flitted around the room and he forced himself back up and over to where his sword was lovingly displayed on a sword rack.
He clutched the hilt of his sword, finally feeling a modicum of security. Should anyone come for him he would be read-
“Uung!” he was so surprised by the sharp spike of pain; he was unable to hold back his moan. He doubled over and clutched at his belly, mouth open in a silent scream.
“Inuyasha!” Shippou squeaked in fright. The kit flapped around the incapacitated Hanyou, scared and helpless. “Oh, Inuyasha! Are you ok? What do I do?”
Inuyasha’s ears swiveled toward the doors, even as he inched his way closer to the bed while still clutching his belly. Outside the doors to his and Sesshoumaru’s chambers, he could hear running steps. The guards had apparently made it past the indignant servants and followed. They were quickly situating themselves into the proper positions to burst into the room, only to yet again be interrupted.
“What is the meaning of this?!” Xian-li’s normally soothing voice called out, with a fury very few had ever heard before.
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