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His Eyes Are Golden	By : SplendentGoddess Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Rin > Sessh?maru/Rin Views: 3725 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-His Eyes Are Golden
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This one-shot was originally written back in 2007, in answer to the challenge posted by ladytokyo on mediaminer.org to create a story based upon her poem His Eye's [sic]. The only requirement given was that "his eyes are golden," making no specific reference as to whom 'he' is beyond that characteristic, while the other character's identity remained a complete mystery, enabling us to create as many different possible scenarios as we saw fit. I'm sure most of you are probably surprised that I didn't do an Inu/Kag pairing, as that seems to be my specialty, but to be honest, that just wasn't what I was feeling as I read her poem. So this one goes out to all you Sess/Rin fans out there. Please note that this story was originally written before the conclusion of the manga, and as such it is now off-canon in that Sesshoumaru still has only one arm, and he still has the sword Toukijin. Also, in keeping with the style of writing used in the original poem, I have written this one-shot in the first person, narrated from the 'mystery' character's point of view, in present tense. A challenge for me in and of itself. Enjoy!

~+~ His Eyes Are Golden ~+~
Many years now have I traveled by his side, and I have grown from a small child to a young woman. It's amazing how many things change while so much remains the same. Still we travel, no destination in sight, as we maintain the security along the Western borders. His father had quite the empire once, I'm told, and one day, I'm told, he will rebuild it. I have no doubt that his will be greater. But I'm also told that I will not live to see this day, as my human body will have turned to dust long before then. No, I argue, as I always argue whenever Master Jaken starts speaking such rubbish. I will be with Lord Sesshoumaru forever.
"We camp here." he says, the simple phrase not so much a statement, as it is a command.
Master Jaken has learned to watch his beak, and merely does what Lord Sesshoumaru says, though the silent glare he briefly sends my way lets me know plainly that he blames me for us having stopped. And it is true, it is my doing. For being mortal, I require petty things, like rest, food, and water. But never once in our stops over night have I seen him pass up a meal, or fail to surrender to the luring call of slumber. I believe the word my Lord would use is 'hypocrite.'
Regardless of what he would have me believe, I know Master Jaken is just as grateful as I for the reprieve in our endless marching, as he silently goes about preparing a campfire...also for my benefit. I think he is merely jealous, as Lord Sesshoumaru apparently takes my needs into consideration before his own, since we never stop until he has sensed that I am in need of a rest.
If only he were aware of the hunger in my heart, as well as my belly.
It's true, I have loved him for some time now. In a way, I have always loved him, but somehow, someway, along with the other changes my body underwent as I shifted from child to adult, my love for my Lord also matured.
It was quite awkward for a time, when I had seemed trapped in the middle, no longer a child, yet not quite a woman. My body began to crave things I did not yet understand. Fortunately, my awkwardness appeared to be nobody's but my own, though I honestly never expected him to take notice of the changes happening within me, as such trivial things are simply beyond Lord Sesshoumaru's care. He always secured for me a new kimono whenever my previous one became too small, assuring me that he was aware I had grown, but that was all. Even after my moon cycle started, aside from a rather embarrassing explanation he had bullied Jaken into giving, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
At least at first.
Perhaps it is my imagination, but for the last few months or so, I could swear I have caught Lord Sesshoumaru gazing in my direction. His eyes, normally so cold and calculating, can appear quite warm when accentuated by the glow of a roaring fire.
It's all so confusing. I wish I knew what he was thinking. Does he find me at all attractive, or is he merely wondering when that silly ningen female will finally realize she should be with her own kind? Although I'm uncertain of my exact age, Lady Kagome has guessed that I was around eight years when she first met me, which would then make me an old maid of eighteen, by this point. However old I am, I know that I am done growing, as I appear just as much the woman as any other adult female we meet in passing. I have long passed the desired marrying age for humans, not that I wish for a human husband. Quite the opposite.
There he goes again, staring at me from across the fire. Does he think I don't notice him? Night it may be, but I have learned to see fairly well in the dark, especially when the objects of my attention seem to cut right through the blackness. Those eyes, like molten gold, burn me to my very soul. When I dare meet his gaze, he doesn't even blink, let alone turn away. Why does he stare at me so? I am finally the one to look away, as I lower my eyes to my lap. I wish... No, I mustn't think such nonsense. I am not a fool, and I hold no faith in petty gossip.
Yes, I hear the whispers, even with as infrequently as they occur. Enemies he has slain along our travels have often taunted and teased him, even as doing so secured themselves more painful deaths. When I was younger, most youkai we encountered merely called me his pet, but eventually, as I started to mature, and the scent of 'woman' could apparently be found within me, the tauntings also changed. Many accused him of following in his father's footsteps, then. As I said, I am not a fool. I know perfectly well who Inuyasha is, what he is the result from...as well as how my Lord feels about such a union. He reminds his half-brother of his position on hanyou every time they meet. But even Inuyasha himself has had a few choice words to say about my Lord's keeping of me by his side, and he has often been the most embarrassingly descriptive while doing so. However, the one thing I can never help but to notice, is that no matter when dealing with Inuyasha, or fighting some other random youkai, Lord Sesshoumaru has never once denied their accusations.
A rather loud pop from the campfire draws my attention, and once again I am met with the piercing gaze of my Lord's eyes. His eyes are golden, like the sun, and just as dangerous to gaze upon. I can feel him burning me with his stare, even though I cannot look away. As I study him for much longer than I have ever dared in the past, I finally notice something that I wonder why I'd never noticed before. His eyes seem...troubled. His expression, usually so stoic, seems to reveal the tiniest hint of emotions, as he appears to struggle deeply within himself. Am I the cause of his inner turmoil? I still do not look away, as I continue to study him even as he stares back in turn. Longing...I can read longing in his eyes. I cannot help my body's natural reaction to this realization, as I feel the telltale moisture of my arousal beginning to pool within my fundoshi. I know he notices this, as I see his nostrils flare. Simultaneously, we each quickly glance in Jaken's direction, to assure that the kappa still sleeps.
His eyes rejoin mine then, and I gulp. Suddenly, his gaze no longer appears uncertain, as an expression of conviction seems to overtake him, as though he has 0finally reached a decision.
He stands then, and I gulp once more, fully convinced he can hear the pounding of my heart. His eyes tear right through me, and I know he knows I cannot look away. Slowly, he approaches, neither of us breaking the lock of our stare, as his eyes darken with a lust I have only before seen as he relishes performing the final death blow of an enemy. Suddenly, I feel as though I am his prey, trapped within the luring gaze of his majestic golden orbs. But if I am truly to be devoured, I know I shall enjoy every minute of it.
"Rin."
His voice is much deeper than normal, containing a passion never before spoken.
"Hai?" I answer him, licking my suddenly very dry lips.
He seems to take a deep, steadying breath upon seeing this, and at this short distance, I suddenly cannot help but to notice the tiniest swirls of crimson that seem to dance within his fiery pools. This is it. As far as the innocent girl I have been up until now is concerned, this is my end. Whatever his intentions, I know that I shall never be the same after tonight. Part of me is thrilled, and part of me is also nervous. Never before has he seemed so close to losing control, and never have I been the cause. I am instantly reminded of how dangerous this man truly is, yet I do not fear him, and he knows this. He steps closer still, and I feel the tiny lingering remnants of the child I used to be finally slip away with his next question.
"Do you desire this Sesshoumaru?"
My heart beats so fast I fear it will fly from my chest, as I feel my heated blood rush to my cheeks, even as a different type of liquid rushes to a different location. There is no point in lying to my Lord. He would smell my deceit, even if he could not smell my arousal, of which I am certain he can.
"Hai."
I watch as he steps closer once more, closing the distance between us. I feel my heart pounding in my chest, neck, temples, wrists... Wherever I have a vein running through my body, I feel the rhythmical pulsing of my blood. It seems to call to him, just as his golden eyes call to me in turn. He holds me captive with his gaze, even as he wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him.
I have to suppress a gasp at the feel of his already hardened length pressing against me.
He leans in closer, and I feel his breath on my neck. For several moments time stands still, as I feel him inhale my scent, and then he whispers...
"I cannot offer you love, Rin, and I cannot offer you children. Do you still desire this Sesshoumaru?"
He pulls back so that our eyes can meet once more, and his gaze reveals everything to me. He did not say he does not love me. He said he cannot offer me love, and I understand the difference in his wording. I cannot be his wife, and I cannot bear him children. However, I am not crushed by this, as I understand his standing as Taiyoukai all too well. Any children we produced together would be hanyou, and that is forbidden. He would still one day need to find a fitting inu-youkai wife, with which to produce the heir his realm will undoubtedly one day need. I would be his concubine, and nothing more. Still, I am somewhat amazed that he is willing to offer me anything at all, despite his own physical desire. It is so unlike my Lord to give in to the pull of carnal passions, and it is because of that fact, that I am convinced he must hold feelings for me as well, beyond mere physical attraction.
I answer his question with a question.
"Is it permitted for this Rin to love you, and to believe that her love is returned, even if it isn't so?"
There...the way I phrased that will save face. A decade of traveling by his side has taught me a thing or two about speaking in riddles.
He takes a deep breath, as though recovering from hearing me voice my deepest feelings for him aloud, and then the tiniest ghost of a smile graces his lips.
"It is permitted."
Wordlessly, I lean forward then, daring to strengthen the contact of my body against his own, when an untimely snore from Jaken reminds us both that we are not alone. However, before I can think to move away, I feel his youki stirring, as a cloud starts to form beneath our feet. We fly silently into the night, until his enhanced senses find a location secure enough to suffice for our purpose.
We descend as softly as we had lifted, as I feel the cool grass tickle the bottoms of my bare feet. Touching down without a sound, I take a moment to take in my surroundings. We are in a silent clearing in the woods, and when I say silent, that is precisely what I mean. Every single creature, both mortal and demonic alike, has fled in my Lord's presence, assuring us the utmost privacy.
He wastes no time in reminding me of our close proximity, as I feel the arm around my waist tighten once more. He is still taller than me, and I need to tilt my face upward to meet his gaze. Doing so sends waves of fire crashing over my very being. His golden eyes, empowered by the brilliance of the moon, glow with the satisfaction of having captured his prey, and then, without hesitation, I feel his lips descend upon my own. He consumes me with his very being, as I feel him finally let himself go, deepening our kiss with a passion I have never before seen him exhibit, even when in battle. He is my weakness, yet he is also my strength, as I feed off of his courage, daring to grow bolder in my own explorations. But he quickly reminds me of who is the dominant, as he firmly, yet somehow gently, forces me into submission. He plunders me fully, my mouth quickly surrendering to his own, as I realize I am no match for his skilled tongue, my own yielding to his control over our kiss. I feel his fangs graze against my lips, yet I still do not fear him. I know this man is dangerous, but in all the years I have known him, he has never once caused me harm. I do not believe that he will do so now. I can tell he is pleased by the lack of fear in my scent, as he offers my lower lip the tiniest of nips, not enough to draw blood, but enough to remind me that he can.
Finally, he pulls away, though it was my own need for air which prompted him to do so. He gazes down at me, and my heart nearly stops beating at the sight of his smile. He is smiling at me. And not the hard, cruel smile of someone who's enemy has just done something stupid. No, his smile is happy, and warm, and sets the fiery blaze within my heated blood anew. He steps back from me then, though his movements offer me no time for confusion, as I instantly see him remove and set aside his Mokomoko-sama. Next, he raises his single hand towards the ties holding his armor in place, but a sudden wave of boldness washes over me, as I approach and stop his movements. Before he has the chance to become confused himself, I begin loosening the straps that hold his shoulder spikes in place. The heavy curve of metal comes loose in my hands, as I toss it carefully to the soft ground below. It's somewhat of a wonder I didn't manage to impale myself on the thing throughout our earlier embrace. But that is simply how unwavering my faith for this man truly is, even though he himself would likely tell you that he is in fact no man.
Next, I pull his sheathed swords from his sash, and I see his eyes widen momentarily as I come into contact with Toukijin, likely fearing that the sword's dark aura will somehow try to corrupt me, even through the scabbard. But since he has conquered the blade as its master, I have no fear regarding it trying to dominate me in turn, and we both quickly find that it does not, obediently remaining dormant as I lean it gently against a tree, Tenseiga quick to follow. I unwork the knot tying his sash, then, as the colorful piece of fabric is the next to fall at my ministrations. I can feel the intensity of his gaze upon my back, as I take a moment to neatly fold the yellow and blue material, but I simply cannot allow my haste to disrespect any piece of him. What he has decided to grant me this night I consider to be a tremendous honor, and I endeavor to treat it as such. When I rejoin him once more, he continues to remain perfectly still, allowing me to next remove his chest plate. I cannot help but to wonder if he finds my actions foolish, amusing, or erotic. I hope it is the latter, but I dare not voice my concerns aloud, merely continuing in my work. In fact, neither of us have spoken a single word since arriving in this clearing, and I find myself wondering if it shall remain that way. But our silence is not an uncomfortable one, and perhaps, words are merely no longer needed.
Lowering myself to my knees, I see his eyes grow wider once more, this time burning with the telltale signs of fantasy. I cannot help but to blush at the realization. Quickly, I set forth with my original purpose, unlacing his boots. Such uncommon footwear, actually native to the continent, I believe. They suit him well. I could not see my Lord appearing quite as regal in a pair of sandals. While I am down here, I also untie the small knots holding the bottom cuffs of his hakama tight to his ankles. Instantly, his pant legs lose much of the 'balloon' effect they previously possessed, as they hang open. Glancing up to meet his eyes then, he smirks down at me with understanding, promptly raising one leg, and then the other, as I continue in my self-proclaimed duty of undressing him by removing his footwear. I deliberately permit my hands to linger delicately on bare flesh, as I pull his tabi socks down and off his flawless feet. I can quite clearly hear the shuddering breath he releases as I do so, and somehow, I doubt my Lord is simply ticklish. It pleases me to know that I can earn such a reaction from him with merely a touch.
Rising to my feet, I am just about to reach for the obi around his waist, when it is he who silently stills my movements. The passion behind his golden stare seems to articulate "My turn."
Wordlessly, he reaches for me, taking a moment to first brush the stray hairs from my face, cupping his hand to my cheek. Leaning forward, he kisses me slowly. It is nothing like our first kiss, passionate and raw. This one is tender and caring, speaking of emotions rather than physical cravings. Then he reaches for the tie holding my hair back at my neck, pulling it loose, so that my raven locks unfold around my shoulders. He places his clawed hand upon my shoulder then, and though I do not shift my eyes from his, I realize that he is feeling the softness of my hair between his fingers. Gradually, his hand lowers across my body, barely teasing my breast with the tiniest hints of a touch along its way to my waist, as he grabs and pulls loose the knot cinching my own obi closed. My outer yukata falls open, as he brushes the robe from my shoulders, permitting the fabric to pool at my feet. Next, I feel him working loose the belt holding my inner robe closed, and suddenly, I grow nervous again. I wear nothing underneath but my fundoshi and chest wrapping. When I was younger I had never even given a second thought to bathing in his presence, but as my body changed and matured, I finally began to realize what Jaken had been talking about, when he said that respectable women desired privacy for such things.
Apparently sensing my sudden apprehension, I feel him hesitate, as he hooks my chin with a clawed finger, tilting my face upwards until our eyes meet once more. I hadn't even realized I'd looked away. Staring at him now, I will my frantic heart to soften its beating, but the rebellious organ will not heed my command. Gulping, I can only hope that he can smell the difference between nervousness and fear, because I do not fear him. I shall never fear him. His eyes seem to tell me that he understands, asking me once more with a questioning gaze if I am truly certain. I answer his unasked question by slowly dropping my opened robe off my shoulders, my hands lingering for only a moment, before carefully unwrapping the bindings over my chest.
His eyes narrow this time, in what I can only describe as anticipation, as I slowly reveal myself to his gaze. His golden stare darkens once more with swirls of crimson then, as desire burns within him anew. He reaches forward, and captures one of my breasts in his powerful hand. Never before had I known he was capable of being so gentle. He cups my entire breast, then ever mindful of his razor sharp talons, he carefully pinches my nipple, encouraging it to harden until it stands as erect as the bulge I can plainly see pushing through the front of his hakama. He stares me down for what feels like eternity, his piercing gaze blazing a trail through my very soul. Then suddenly, he raises his lips in what I would call a playful snarl, as his mouth crashes down upon my neglected breast.
Had I known being devoured could prove so pleasurable, I would not have hesitated in my surrender to his hungry beast.
The hand cupping my left breast curves around toward my back, pulling me forward roughly, as I feel his fangs graze the sensitive skin surrounding my right nipple. What is unmistakable as a growl slowly churns within his chest, as he presses his arousal against me once more. Struggling for whatever mobility I am granted in such a position, my hands frantically search out the waist to his hakama, tugging and pulling loose the tucked robes from within. He backs away from me then, with such great force, it was as if he had been fighting with himself just to step away from me. The time for playfully slow removal of our garments long over, he nearly rips his suikan and kosode from his body, standing before me bare chested before I can blink. Then, with a look of seduction, quite foreign on his face, yet somehow I would still know it anywhere, he pulls loose the straps holding his hakama in place. The overly large pants literally drop to his feet, and suddenly, he is standing before me in equal dress, that being nothing more than a loin cloth.
It is I who closes the distance between us then, as I rush forward, embracing him in genuine passion. Gone are any remnants of my own inhibitions, as I wrap my arms around his bare flesh, relishing in the contact of my unclad chest upon his own. I lean up to kiss him then, and he merely returns my affection, showing neither surprise nor disapproval for my brazen behavior. If there was ever a time that I imagine my Lord misses the possession of two arms, it would be now, as I take full advantage of my own, running them along his back and sides. I dare to cup the firm roundness of his cheeks, and he growls once more. I instantly recognize the sound as one of pleasure and approval. His single arm around my person does not lay dormant, either, as I feel his hand frantically moving about my flesh, as though he is trying to memorize my very being by touch alone. He cups my backside, and uses his steady grip to pull me forward. I whimper at the contact. If we moved any closer to one another, we would become one single being.
I feel his arousal pulse against me, and instantly my attention is drawn to the portion of his body still concealed from my gaze. The thin fabric of his fundoshi easily reveals his shape, and once again, I find myself unable to look away, only this time, my fascination does not rest in his eyes. Stepping back only enough to grant myself a better view, my hands move nearly of their own accord, as I feel him through the white cotton, examining his length. He hisses in pleasure at my ministrations, and I feel myself dampen once more, knowing that I am bringing him such joy. His hand mimics mine, then, as he carefully cups my womanhood through the fabric of my own intimate wrapping. He growls in pleasure upon discovering how wet I have become. I feel a spot of moisture on his own fundoshi, as well, his anticipation clearly undeniable.
Simultaneously, our fingers find the tucked ends of each other's fundoshi, and I quickly begin exposing him, even as I feel him do the same. We each reveal our partner to ourselves at the same time, as if we had been unwrapping a present. I am not surprised to find that the thick nest of curls surrounding the base of his erection is white, matching the luminesce curtain of silk that cascades from his majestic crown. The full moon shining above gives his very being an ethereal glow.
I am so transfixed by him that I nearly miss his movements, as he reaches for me once more, gently lowering me to the soft ground below. I lay upon his discarded kosode, the warmth of the fabric protecting my flesh from the coolness of the forest floor. Silently, he joins me, using the incredible strength of his muscular torso alone to remain propped upright on his left, as he continues to run his only hand over my body. He delicately reaches between my legs, and I cannot help but to gasp at the sensation. Very rarely have I ever touched myself in such a way, always knowing I do not dare risk inducing any scents I would later be unable to hide from my Lord's sense of smell. Only when bathing have I ever attempted such a thing, otherwise always feeling forced to leave the aching between my legs unsatisfied. He runs his clawed fingers over my sensitive flesh once more, and I instantly realize there is no basis for comparison. Nothing in the known universe is more pleasurable than the feeling of my Lord's fingers brushing against me. I feel him tease the opening to my body, preparing me for what is yet to come. I know that it is expected to hurt, but at this moment, I find it difficult to fathom the concept of pain. He rubs me faster, paying careful attention to the small nub of flesh that rests just above my opening, and already I feel the coiling of the knot within my abdomen.
I am the one to finally break our silence, as I cry his name into the night, only after the fact realizing that I failed to address him by title in the process. But if he is troubled by such an indiscretion, he does not show it, merely waiting until my tremors have ceased, before maneuvering his body to rest over of mine. He speaks then, as it is apparently okay to do so now that I was the one who spoke first. "Are you ready?" he asks. The compassion behind his blazing stare seeming to really ask the question "Are you sure?"
"Yes." I answer, to both of his questions.
He impales me. I cannot lie and say there is no pain, yet my thoughts do not revolve around the tearful burning of my flesh. Rather, all I can think of in this moment is that we have joined; we are one. I truly know now, just how deeply he must care for me, for in this moment it is I who seek to meet his gaze with my own, only to discover that he has broken our stare. His eyes are, in fact, pinched tightly shut, and I can see the visible strain on his face from resisting the pleasure he feels from laying sheathed within me. He wishes to move, and yet he does not. He is waiting for me to adjust to him. No heartless monster only seeking to sate his own lust would care about my discomfort. With a silent thrust of my hips, I signal that he has my permission to move, and move he does. Rocking his hips ever so slowly, at first, his tempo gradually increases, until I suddenly notice the tinniest string of whimpers escaping into the night air. They are coming from myself, but they are not cries of pain.
"Faster." I breathe, and he instantly obeys, pounding into my body with a force near equal in passion to that of our first kiss. He consumes me with his very being, claiming me, making me his own. My nails rake across his back, laying my own claim as I mark his perfect flesh. I know he will one day take an inu bitch as his wife, but I also know that she will not love him as I do. No youkai female can love with the passion of a human heart. That was what his father had come to realize, and even though my Lord will not permit us to repeat his father's 'mistake' in creating a hanyou child, I know, as his eyes finally meet mine once more, that he has come to understand and share his father's desire for human women. Every man, youkai or mortal, noble or peasant, desires to be loved.
The increasing depth of the growls escaping his throat capture my attention as I focus once more on the here and now. He is thrusting almost violently, and I see within his fiery gaze that the completion he seeks is growing nearer. His eyes bleed red, and for an instant, the shape of his jaw line shifts to that of a muzzle, before resuming the appearance of a human's face. His fangs have lengthened, and are no longer concealed behind his upper lip, as they protrude below, glistening with toxic venom. I still do not fear him.
He explodes, his howl echoing throughout the surrounding woods as his hips lock still against my own, as I feel him emptying his essence within me. Never in my entire life have I felt happier than in this moment. Unable to stop myself, the passion within my human heart, which he has sought, shows itself as I utter the words "I love you." He smiles down at me, his eyes golden once more, quickly placing a chaste kiss upon my lips before lifting himself up and away from my body.
I try to sit up then, wincing in pain as I do so. I am sore, and I am bleeding, but I still maintain that this is the happiest moment of my short life. He offers me his single hand in an obvious gesture to assist me to my feet, something so simple, yet so profound as he has never before done so until now. I accept the outstretched limb with a warm smile, hoisting myself up upon wobbly legs. "Thank you, Lord Sesshoumaru." I whisper, and I wonder if he knows that I am thanking him for more than merely assisting me to stand. He smiles at me once more, nodding briefly, and despite our lack of dress, I feel no awkwardness in the moment. He closes the distance between us then, as I feel my naked body held securely against his own. The sensation now offers with it a sense of peace, of rightness. Then he whispers "Call me Sesshoumaru."
I was right, the Rin I had once been is no more. There was no better way to go.

~Fin~
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