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TITLE: Prey

AUTHOR: setosgirl
DATE:
1-4-11
FANDOM: Inuyasha
DISCLAIMER:
I don’t own Inuyasha
PAIRINGS:
Inuyasha/Sesshoumaru
TYPE: Dark
OCs:
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CHAPTER: Oneshot
RATING:
NC-17
WORDS: 1,324
WARNINGS:
incest, lemon, gore, death, rape, cannibalism

SUMMARY: The monster that is the demon
Inuyasha has claimed his prey.

NOTES:
Attached to the writing prompt (
http://fancy-random.lythande.com/archives/77 ) of “selfishness”,
although originally I thought about it for “humility”.

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Prey

The
taste of Heaven was blood.

The
way it rolled over his tongue and settled hot and powerful in his
stomach drove him to madness, working with the heady scent that
surrounded him in a thick red cloud. He could feel it sliding under
his claws, slick and warm, coating the flesh that resisted the
tearing and cutting. A low growl reached his ears from his own
throat. His teeth buried themselves in taught muscles and loosed more
delicious blood that slid down his throat.

The
delicious body made noises, words, but words meant nothing. His claws
stabbed through a pale hand and pinned it to the ground, and he
leaned over to lick the blood away. Tasty, powerful, perfect
youkai blood everywhere, the taste of his victim, his prey.

His
claws tore effortlessly through broken armor and false kimono and
pale skin, and he hungrily, greedily lapped up the blood. His now.
This one was his - that pretty pale proud body was his and it wasn't
so proud anymore. He was not second... he was alpha. He would always
be alpha, all were his prey and his to take, to consume if he wanted,
to dominate. No power gave the right to pride, to arrogance, to
trying to compete with him...

He
bit the soft stomach and ripped off a chunk of flesh that he gulped
down, lapping the flowing blood to wash it down. Delicious.
And his.

There
were unimportant words again, and he smelled something vile. Poison.
The prey thought it could poison him. The pale claws seemed to move
in slow motion, and he snarled and lunged, sinking his teeth into the
pretty wrist. So much blood ran into his mouth that he almost forgot,
almost lost himself in the taste, but that awful smell was still
there. He shook his head to and fro, jerking the arm around with a
deep growl until he heard the snap of bone and felt the wrist go
limp. No more poison claws from the prey now... No, no competition
could be allowed. A lesson... not to fight, it had to learn not to
fight. More bites, tearing, ripping at the wrist until the fragile
little bones broke all to pieces and the flesh tore and came apart in
bloody strings. He spat the hand into the trampled grass; it wasn't
good to eat, it was poison and bitter. But the wrist bled and was
delicious...

Another
growl came from him as the prey tried to move out of his reach, and
he snapped into his face this time, bloody teeth bared and staring
down at him. Gold eyes were defiant. Beaten but still proud - and
wrong. The non-alpha, the prey, the owned could not think it was
dominant, could not be defiant... would have to learn not to be
defiant.

Claws
ripped through cloth and flesh again, laying bare the prey layer
after layer and wrapping them in a fresh blood cloud. His body
quivered in appreciation, yearning to display his power and position
and take what was his - delicious prey.

His
teeth snapped at the pale throat, and he held himself back from the
temptation to bite and drink his fill, but the prey only proved more
defiant, ignoring the threat. He had to be forced into submission...

He
didn't mind that at all. Whatever it took for what was his to learn
that it was his. He plunged his claws deep into bloody chest and held
it down while he spread his legs and forced himself into his prey. It
didn't like that, and he didn't care; his satisfied growl was a
harmonious counterpoint to a whine of pain, and the struggling was
exciting because there was no way he would lose. It only bled more on
him, excited him more.

His
claws dug into unwilling prey as he fucked it, hard thrusts trying to
force it into submission. The more it resisted the more insistent he
became; his claws dug into hot bloody organs and burrowed, burying
his forearms in the exposed innards and feeling the ripples of
muscles trying to reject him from his body in every way. Even his
growl was excited. He tore and swallowed chunks from the shoulders
and chest, restraining himself from the prized throat that pulsed so
tempting in his reach.

More
words, faster, higher-pitched words. He didn't like
the prey talking unimportant words at him, and he growled, sinking
his teeth into the mangled bloody arm that tried to push him back. It
was delicious; the flesh he gnawed right off the bones.

His
claws gouged into ribs when he let the arm go and looked down at his
prey. Not so proud anymore... More pale, more cold, because its blood
was seeping into the ground all around them, but not so proud. Not so
defiant. Eventually it learned

Cold
gold eyes looked at him, and he growled angrily. Defiance! Hateful
defiant prey!

"Inuyasha..."
it rasped at him.

His
growl was angry, and in rage he ceased to hold himself back. His prey
would submit or die and he no longer cared which - either way he was
the winner, the alpha, and the prey was his. His teeth sank into the
pale throat and closed, ripping and tearing. Blood spurted, poured,
ran down his throat, delicious hot steaming powerful blood, falling
straight to his center and filling him, fueling him. His thrusts
became quicker and more violent. He greedily swallowed the life from
his throat while pouring his seed into him from the other end,
claiming him in every way.

No
one could deny the prey was his and he was its master now...

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Dawn's
chill light lit the destroyed field as the small group crept up on
it. Kagome wheeled her bike slowly through the grass, keeping a wary
eye out, almost afraid they were going to see something more than
destruction, even though that something more was what they were
looking for.

"This
has to be what the villagers heard last night," Sango opined
quietly. "Youkai have to have fought here." Kagome wondered
why they were all so afraid to make noise, but she knew. The whole
areas was deathly still, and they were afraid to break it.

"Yes,
but it's not necessarily him," Miroku pointed out. Even his
voice was quiet. He was unconsciously holding his staff like a
weapon.

"I
wish we hadn't lost him..."

"We
had to, or he would have killed us."

"I
know."

She
stopped dead with an uneasy feeling just before the other two picked
up on it, staring around nervously. Even so she didn't see him until
a bit of white moved and she pulled the form from the mangled
scenery. A white haired demon with insane eyes and skin covered in
blood was stalking them quietly in the grass, a barely audible growl
coming from his throat. Her chest clenched, not with fear of him, but
for him.

"Inuyasha!"
she yelled, running forward just as he pounced toward them with an
animal growl. She threw the bike down and gripped the weathered
Tetsusaiga tightly in both hands. "SIT!"

The
necklace he wore slammed him to the ground, cutting off his growl,
and she ran to his side, pressing the sword into his hands. The
change that came over him was slow but visible; the icy hand around
her heart slowly relaxed.

"Gods..."
she heard Sango breathe behind her, and glanced back. The huntress
was holding a bloody, dismembered hand.

Kagome
slowly stood up and looked past Inuyasha. Her hands shot to her mouth
to cover a gasp.

Sesshoumaru's
blank golden eyes stared sightlessly through them. Below that there
was nothing identifiable, only a form of flesh torn to ribbons,
partially devoured, with the organs strewn carelessly around the
body. Scraps of white cloth and fur fluttered over the carnage.

She
looked down at Inuyasha in silent horror.
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