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Behind Bars	By : Atropa Category: InuYasha Crossovers > General Views: 1387 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I don't own Inuyasha or Mists of Avalon. Nor am I making any profit from writing this fic.

Behind bars

The whole world was in a blur, her head were made of some kind of
faddy cotton, or at least she thought so. It pounded like a drum and she moaned
low, trying to open her eyes to see where she were. But she soon abandoned that
thought; instead she concentrated on her other senses. Hearing � dull sounds,
very strange sounds. She could not get a picture to go with them. She could hear
some voices, but they were too far away for her to distinguish any kind of
meanings. Sensitivity � well, she had to be lying on a cold stone floor. Smell �
no, she could not identify the smells that were attacking her nose. Taste � she
smacked a bit with her lips and she grimaced, she could really use a good
toothbrush right about now, she had a horrible taste in her mouth, like she had
a wild night at her brother�s castle. She put her palms against the cold floor
and she heaved herself up with a small raspy grunt. She could feel two big hands
take hold of her waist and roughly pull her up to sit against the wall.

She made a new try to open her eyes. First everything was in a
muddy blur, she could not focus her sight, but of the little she could see, made
a dark chill run through her spine. It reminded her a bit about the dungeons in
her brother�s castle. Though in this case, she was the prisoner.

-

So you have decided to wake up now bitch, a raw voice rang
through the corridors.

The woman turned her face towards the voice, who ever owned it,
was on the other side of the bars. She concentrated her sight on the dark figure
and finally her eyes were clear and focused. She saw a man in dark blue
clothing, some kind of uniform, but nothing she recognized. She massaged her
scalp and felt a big bump in the back of head and her hair � it was in acute
need of a wash.

-

Where am I? she asked a bit raspy.

-

You are in a cell in the county jail of Stockholm.

-

County jail? What kind of jail is that? And where are this
Stockholm located?

-

Are you totally insane woman? How much did you drink tonight?
hissed the man harshly.

She had enough of his rudeness and rose to her feet with some
pain lingering in her body. She went towards the bars. Her green gray eyes
pierced the ice blue ones of the guard.

-

I do not know who you are my lord, but I suggest that you release
me immediately before I curse your sorry ass to the darkest pits of hell, she
snarled. Do you have any idea of who I am?

-

No, but you and Miss Cutiepants over there will have the great
pleasure of spending the New Years Eve in this cell until you both have sobered
up, then I have no idea of what�s going to happened to the both of you.

-

I demand that you release me at once. I am Morgaine, Queen of
Cornwall and the Mistress of Avalon, the young woman�s voice was cold as ice.

-

Ha, ha, ha, Jesus Christ � what the fuck have you been doing? Did
you take anything else than just a lot of drinks? Queen of Cornwall no less� And
I am the King of the North Pole. Go to bed now and sleep so you can behave like
normal people do later on.

The man turned around and disappeared down the corridor with a
big laugh. The woman in the cell was ready to explode of fury and humiliation.
Never before had she met such a rude person. She gripped the bars with her small
hands and shook them in a hopeless try to get free. She screamed harshly and
turned around to see who the rude man had called Miss Cutiepants. And what she
saw made her think about her brother�s masquerade parties.
�But why did the man called this person for Miss, it is no
woman.�

He was dressed in white puffy pants, his blue shoes was made of
some sort of soft material that looked liked they had been poured onto his feet.
He seemed to wear several layers of silk on his upper body. So far Morgaine
could accept his appearance, but when she laid here eyes on his head she began
to wonder if he was a real person. The long hair was silvery white, his eyes was
amber yellow, totally freed from emotions. His ears seemed to match that of a
person belonging to the fairies. That made her think, she had often been called
Morgaine of the fairy people. She turned around again, a bit embarrassed for
staring at him with such interest. And he had looked at her with same wondering
eyes.

He had seen her being brought to the cell with the same rudeness
as him. Her hair was long, curly and dark brown. Her clothes made him wonder if
she had been to a festivity or something like that. The textile of her dark blue
dress was unknown to him, he would of guessed that it was linen. It was held
together with a light blue silk band around her waist. Around her neck hanged a
silver necklace with a bewitching and color shifting jewel. But it was not the
clothes or the jewelry that caught his interest, it was the tiny blue half moon
on her forehead, it was very similar to his own marking. The scent of her told
him that she was human, although he could scent a trace of something else too,
not demonic like himself, but it was something unearthly.

He had seen her come around on the cold stone floor and he had
helped her up and made her rest her back against the stone wall before venturing
back to the small bench again. The peace had ended with that rude man shouting
about the insanity of the two of them. Lord Sesshoumaru did not like the way the
woman was treated, he was a man of honor and you did not call a Lady, he had no
doubt about that part in her ramblings, bitch. He held himself back; the lust of
tearing the man to pieces was overwhelming to say the least. But the woman
seemed to be of a very tough material. He was a bit surprised that she had
called herself Queen and Mistress, but the attitude and charisma of her aura
told him otherwise. Apparently the guard had not believed her either, and the
worst thing � he had called the demon lord Miss Cutiepants. If he just could�
Lord Sesshoumaru growled bitterly and saw the women turn to look at him for a
few moments and then she turned to look out the hall again. He rose to his feet
and went to her side. He did not like this situation, he himself had woken up in
the cell, and the last thing he could remember was putting his young ward to
sleep in his castle. More strangely was � the people here talked another
language then he did, the language here was not Japanese, that he was sure of,
but he could clearly understand what they were saying. The woman had used
another one, but he could still understand her too. This was strange indeed; he
could bet his castle that it was some kind of evil magic that did all this. He
shook his white head a bit and placed a big hand on the woman�s shoulder to get
her attention.

Morgaine jumped a bit when she felt a big warm hand land on her
shoulder. She turned around and she had to bend her neck a bit to look up into
the man�s golden eyes. He did a small gesture towards the bench and she nodded
thankfully as she sat down. Her small hands twisted themselves into each other,
and it showed the demon lord that she was as much confused as he was about this
situation. He decided that even if she was a human woman, she was far better
then the rest that had passed through the corridors this night.

-

My name is Sesshoumaru, Lord of the Western Lands, who are you?
he asked with a cold and emotionless voice.

-

I am Morgaine, Queen of Cornwall and the Mistress of Avalon, she
answered low. Where lays these Western Lands you speak of my lord?

He swallowed hard. How could she not know about his lands?

-

Nippon, or Japan as I recall my country is named outside our
borders.

-

I am sorry Lord Sesshoumaru, I do not know of it. Do you know of
Cornwall or Avalon?

He shook his head. His little grey brain cells were working
overtime to try to figure out where they were now. He knew she did not know the
name Stockholm either, and he assumed it was the city�s name.

-

I think we have been the target of a magicians trick, said
Morgaine after a few moments of silence. I believe that we are in a foreign
country, and I think we have been transported in time too. I think we are being
held prisoners in a jail somewhere in the future.

-

My thoughts are the same as yours Lady Morgaine. I awoke in this
cell like you did, and my weapons, my swords have been removed by who ever
brought me here.

Morgaine looked down her right side, only to discover that her
little silver sickle and her dagger was gone too and she felt naked without
them. She looked up when she felt a clawed finger follow the pattern of her
tattoo in her forehead, the sign that told others that she was a priestess for
the Goddess. �Wait a minute here � he has claws??� She took hold of his
hands and brought in front of her eyes. She felt faint and she had to know.

-

What are you Lord Sesshoumaru? she asked and held her breath.

-

I am a demon my Lady, said Sesshoumaru and looked a bit surprised
at the chocked face of the young woman in front of him.
�Does she not know of demons existence?�

-

D-demon??

-

I am the son of Inutashio, the greatest of all Dog Demons.

Morgaine felt her blood leave her head and she fainted. She never
noticed the strong arms that caught her in a gentle hold.

He placed her between his legs, her back against his chest. He
had an arm around her waist to hinder her from falling out of his hold. The
animalistic instincts in his body stirred around when he felt the softness of
her body pressed against his. He bit himself in the tongue before he gave in for
a moment and buried his face in her dark hair, inhaling her clean lavender
scent. Even though he did not like the situation, he was glad he had another
royalty to share it with.

He was quite sure she told the truth, she acted like a queen
should. She had manners and acted civilised, that was more than you could say
about the baboons that held them prisoners.

Morgaine regained her consciousness and she found herself in the
warmth of the strange lord, the man who said he was a demon. She swallowed her
fear that threatened to take over her world completely. No, he did not appear to
be dangerous, she told her self. If he wanted to do any harm to her, he would
have done something when she was unconscious. So she decided that he was not
evil.

Both of them jumped a bit when a woman in the same blue uniform
as the rude man, showed up outside of the bars. She put down a couple of strange
cups and a bottle of something bubbly. She would just smile gently at them and
left them with the strange items on the cell floor.

Sesshoumaru moved away from the women and rose to his feet. He
picked up the things the woman had left them. He sniffed them, not detecting any
danger on them. The cups were made of, to him, an unknown material. He gave one
of the cups to Morgaine. He then sniffed the bottle, recognizing the scent of
alcohol. It was some kind of wine, but he did not like the way it was bubbling
up his sensitive nose. He sneezed. Morgaine smiled softly and took the bottle
from him and filled the two white cups with wine and then gave one to
Sesshoumaru. She held up her cup towards him and he repeated her actions.

-

Cheers My Lord Sesshoumaru, she said and nodded her cup against
his.

-

Cheers, what ever that means, he answered with a low voice.

Both of them sipped at the strange bubbling fluid. Morgaine
giggled a bit when she felt the bubbles dance against her tongue. Sesshoumarus
ears perked up when he heard her and he found her gentle laugh to be like the
softest of music, and he wanted to hear more of it.

Within an hour both of them sat on the floor, they sat on the
soft madras that earlier had been on the bench. Morgaine had taken her place
between his strong legs, her back against his chest again. The alcohol in the
strange wine had them giggling and their downside mood had disappeared. The soft
chuckling sound from the lord told her that even he was under the influence of
the bubbling wine. They talked about this and that, small things from their
lives. Morgaine told him of the peace that could be found on the Apple Island of
Avalon, the place she ruled over. She told him that the island had disappeared
more and more into the mist and away from the evil of mankind. Sesshoumaru told
her about his young and hyperactive ward Rin, and about his ugly but trustful
servant Jaken, the toad demon. That had Morgaine laughing loud. She could not
possible imagined her that such a creature existed. In the end, both sat panting
due to their heavy laughing. Sesshoumarus clawed hand made small invisible
patterns on her stomach and Morgaines thumbs caressed his legs. A silence
hovered over the cell and no one knew what to say.

The whole situation did not get any better when the lights went
out. Morgaine stiffened a bit out of fear, but Sesshoumaru whispered comforting
words into her ear, making her relax again. He would not let anything happen to
the young woman who had him laughing again after so many centuries. If anyone
saw him now he would look relaxed, but the priestess in his arms knew better,
she could feel the watchful state of his aura. He was like a predator, ready to
strike if necessary.

But nothing happened and the lord behind her let his guard down,
but just a bit.

-

Lord Sesshoumaru, I think we have ended up in a world that
celebrates the coming of a new year that is why we got this bubbling wine, said
Morgaine to break the heavy silence.

-

Coming of a new year, sounds reasonable, he mumbled and buried
his face against her neck. He could not hold his lust back, he had to taste her.

The dark instincts of his demon blood made themselves known again
and he growled a bit. He felt the soft body of the woman in his arms stiffened a
bit.

-

Lord Sesshoumaru, she gasped. What are you doing?

-

Lady Morgaine, I do not think that you know how tempting you look
in the darkness, I do not think that you know how much your lovely scents are
teasing my demonic blood, Sesshoumaru whispered with a ragged and seductive
voice. He smiled against her throat, letting his tongue play on her sensitive
skin. He could feel the rapid pulse beating underneath her skin.

-

W-what?

-

Do not be afraid my little blue fairy, I do not bite� very hard.

He nipped a bit with his sharp fangs and lapped up the ruby red
drops of blood.

Her blood was like aphrodisiac to him, and he hardened under the
silky pants of his. He did not care if he was on the other side of the world in
another time, heck � he did not care if they were on a alien planet either. All
that matters was the little women in his arms, and he would have her. Nothing
could stop him from taking her. His left hand moved up over her stomach until it
cupped a blue dressed firm mound.

Morgaine could feel her nipple hardened under his touch, and she
pushed her flesh against the palm of his hand. He had ignited a fire within her
body in a way she never had experienced before. Had there been something more in
the wine perhaps? Only the feeling of him lapping up her blood made her shiver
and tremble with raw lust. It was so erotic, so primitive that her female
instincts just had to answer to his heat. She rose a bit, turned around in his
lap and then straddling his thighs and lowered her self again, grinding her soft
behind into his hard member, making him gasp in surprise. Morgaine smirked and
tangled her hands into his silvery hair. He laid his big hands on her soft
cheeks and pushed her towards his erection.

His sharp claws made the procedure short with her undergarments
and she found her bare most sensitive areas exposed to the demon lords
intentions. But even the queen of Cornwall was impatient, she wanted too fell
him too, so she raised her self a bit so he could free his erection. If there
had been any light, the lord would have seen her flaming cheeks. Without any
hesitation he guided the tip of his engorged length into her wet warmth.
Morgaine gasped when she felt the thickness of his flesh, non of her earlier
lovers had been this blessed in size. With one swift thrust he was buried to the
hilt in her wet heat.

She was so soft, wet and warm; her inner walls caressed his
length to the point of madness. He loved the way she squeezed his flesh. A dark
purr emanated from his throat as she played with his long hair. She nuzzled her
face into his neck, her hot breath against his skin made him thrust harder into
her body. She would be his mate, he would never let this treasure vanish from
his grip. She was a Queen and a Mistress, worthy to be the co-ruler of his
lands.

Morgaine felt him spread his life giving seed into her welcoming
body and her body arched into a spastic orgasm. The fireworks outside their cell
was nothing in comparison what they now experienced.

They were filled with a red hazy mist, filled with love and
tenderness.

New Years Day

-

Andersson, the harsh voice of one of the elder police man roared
through the corridors of the jail.

-

Yeah, what is it? Answered Andersson with a tired voice, he had
been at his desk for 8 hours, trying to get all the reports right.

-

You have reported that there should be two persons in Cell 8, but
it is empty. I can only see two paper cups, a empty champagne bottle and some
shredded clothes� where the fuck have they gone??? Can you answer me please?

THE
END

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