All Change In Time

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Sesshomaru’s face dripped with water as he splashed himself, the warm liquid of the bath treating his flustered mind. He had grown nervous before when he had caught himself feelinr Kar Kagome in ways that were not meant to be, and he shook his head with a scoff, leaning back under the surface of the rippling heat. His nose barely cleared the water enough to allow his breathing, but he shut his eyes tiredly, trying to sink his thoughts in the way that he was sinking his body. He did not wish to bond with any part of Kagome, be it her mind or body. He thought he was well above such desires…being demon and all. What seemed to trouble him the most was the truth that Inuyasha was in love with Kagome, and Sesshomaru (above all else) did not want to be compared to his halfling brother.

Sesshomaru touched briefly on the recollection of just how much Kagome had changed in his eyes, from being a screaming toy of his satanic pleasure to someone he practiced smiling (and for hours at that) for. His lips quivered into a small smile, the gallery of images he had taken in of her floating by his closed gaze, telaxelaxation on his face deepening. There she was covering herself and stupidly trying to get into the bath with him…there was was sitting in her new room while trying to get a peek at the sun…there she was hopping down the garden path, touching everything she could get her hands on.

Picture after picture fell over his thoughts, eventually taking over everything, and Sesshomaru felt his body stirring…reacting to the mental picture reels. He opened his eyes this, taking a glance down his torso, and flushed in embarrassment by his apparent excitement. And yet he did not put a stop to such things, his brows arched with ideas. He was alone here after all…

Tentative, as though he were before an onlooker, his left hand fluttered to his aroused genitals. The touch sent white-hot sparks of sensation up his sides, and he shivered a bit, sitting up so he could look down on himself as his grip tightened. The hot water aided his looseness, and he began to twihis his fingers with uncertain lightness. This was delightful! His gaze moved from his game to the door, and he wearily kept guard, fearful of being discovered. This was improper behavior for a Lord and demon of his stature, and he was well aware of this, but still the lonely ache of his body pulled him. He quickly found that the harder he held himself, the more he tingled, and soon his hold was so firm that he dipped in a soft feeling of pain. This encouraged him to move the flesh, and he did so in several, tiny jerks, which soon become more defined and lifted in pace.

In was not long before this “play” caused an unfamiliar ball in his gut that began to twinge after each time he pulled his hand back toward him. Sweat dotted his brows as his jaws began to clench, and a new sound of pleasure whined in the back of his throat, which pinched together to avoid making too much noise. His amber fel fell from the door, focusing straight ahead, where he took the soft images of Kagome and transformed them to his liking, her form writhing along with his. His imagination grew sharper, aware of even the smells and sounds she was emitting, his hips bucking to accommodate her own, even though they were only in his mind. His toes curled with an infant reaction to his efforts, the balls of his heels slipping on the bottom of the bath where he still dwelled.

He strained however, uneducated about the feeling creeping up the line of his back, practically electrifying his every pore. In all his years he had never taken sex as a gift. He had only raped and commenced torture, his dark lust encouraging his demon blood to rise and overpower every piece of female flesh he came across. He had in fact planned on doing such to Rin when she came of age (not even he had the want to take a child) but his unexpected attachment had caused him to forbid this. But here he was picturing an image of actual land and receiving true enjoyment of sexual actions. And this sensation sneaked along him, twisting tighter as he began to tremble. He wanted to feel his release. He needed to feel it.

At last it came, and he threw back his head with joy at such, his cry undoubtedly catching the attention of each and every beast in his manor. He found not even this slight shame could hamper his newfound escapade, and he fell back with a rumble in his chest, letting his member go. He was limp…faltering under the absolute power of his climax, and he let gentle, deep breaths escape him whilst he recovered. Kagome had uncovered the thing inside him that he had fought so hard to ignore. She had discovered a flaw passed from Father to son…she had discovered the love of Sesshomaru.

He felt the surging instinct to let Kagome know what he felt. Truthfully, he wanted to spill endless banter and share his feelings for her over a hot cup of tea, but he was hasty to correct himself on this judgement. She was in love with Inuyasha, and Inuyasha with her. It was not apparent to either of them about their lover’s share of interest, but Sesshomaru could see it very well. His smile faded a bit at knowing this, but it did not matter…it did not change what he had just felt.

It was as though there was suddenly hope for the cold Sesshomaru. Hope that he may find loor hor himself and bear pups for the passing of his Lordship. He stood from the water, letting it clean him of his orgasm, and he shook the wetness away, feeling quite giddy. Oh how everyone would laugh if they could see him now! Sesshomaru wrung his long silvery hair between his hands, which he stared at seductively now, and he licks his lips, trying to brace himself. He was about to speak of things he would have banished from his tongue only a week or so ago. What scandal this was!

Sesshomaru stepped from the bath with a bounce in his step, plucking his prepared costume from its hanger and adorning it quickly. He was afraid that he might loose his nerve and be unable to find it again should he wait much longer.

As he stepped from the bathing area, he took a shallow sigh in, holding his chest to feel his heart. It was beating rapidly, the fluttering pace making him shiver and grin somewhat. He was absolutely relishing the new side of him. As he made his way down the broad arch of the hallway, he found himself exploring his new emotions with brief expertise, finding the mental trek a long and amazing route that he was certain would keep him up for hours while he lay in bed that night.

But there was irony in everything good that happened…and this was no different for the excited Sesshomaru. As the Lord rounded a corner, he nearly crushed his squalling servant, who scuttled back from his feet with a hasty cry. “Jaken!” Sesshomaru hissed, dancing around the idiot demon. “Where is Kagome? I wish to speak with her.” His voice changed obviously when Kagome’s name left his tongue, the tone loosing its original sharpness and swooning a bit. But his mood altered again, whip lashing as Jaken shifted nervously on his toes and clutched his Nintôjô to his side without saying a word.

Sesshomaru, seeing immediately that this would not be solved by his newfound gentleness, kneelnd tnd took the smaller creature’s collar in his grasp, yanking him to attention. “I asked you a question, Jaken! Where is Kagome?”

Jaken trembled and locked eyes with Sesshomaru. It seemed he would need more convincing, but mere seconds passed before his posture broke. It started with a small quake in his bulging gaze, and then ended with a hearten wen wail that made Sesshomaru’s skin crawl. “She’s gone, my Lord! She has been taken!” He screamed when he was thrown violently to the floor, skidding back from the force of the toss. Nintôjô was lost, the staff sliding further down the hall behind its master. But it could not be attended to, as the large demon before him was a force that he could neither fight nor ignore all together.

Sesshomaru stood his full height, the ends of his hair crackling with his fury. “WHAT?!” He roared, the scream disturbing Jaken very much so. The green toad threw his arms over his face and sobbed…his emotions possibly comical to another onlooker. This was a common thing between the Lord and Jaken, who was an idiot in all manners consisting the use of a brain, and not a single demon looked up from what it was doing, minding the two to their own business. Silkily, seeming to have completely relapsed into his old self, Sesshomaru knelt again and gathered Jaken’s head in his palm, pinching the flesh with his fingernails to get his point across more clearly. The simpleton always paid moreentiention when his life was in danger. “Who took her, Jaken? Who took Kagome?”

“N…N…Naraku!” Jaken shook and prayed, before being jerked into the air as Sesshomaru again st sti still clinging to the creature.

“Are you sure?” Sesshomaru spoke softly, his eyes narrow and tinted with a faint spell of red, his fury causing his nails to dug deeper into Jaken’s skull. He was not attached to this demon…he hardly could stand him, but he needed the information.

“Yes my Lord!” Jaken remained hanging there, his hands loose and open, waiting fearfully to be released. He would die for Sesshomaru! He would prove he could withstand his Lord’s wrath!

“Did he leave a note? Anything?”

“No Lord Sesshomaru! He just took her and fled through a hole in the wall! We do not know how it got there…only that it exists and he escaped through it!”

At last Jaken was rewarded by being chunked further down the hall, where he almost landed face-first on his staff. He avoided it by arching comically in the air, sailing just a few feet short. Coughing from having the breath knocked out of him, Jaken looked over his shoulder at his Lord, his expression sad. He knew that Sesshomaru had no feeling of remorse for his behavior. Nodding a bit, Jaken kneeled and picked up Nintôjô, making way as Sesshomaru strodst hst him. It was a sorry situation indeed.

Secretly Jaken had hated Rin, and he felt a certain joy when the young girl was captured. Perhaps this was why he had nold Sld Sesshomaru of Rin’s disappearance sooner, hoping to give the kidnapper time to make distance. But this was a foolish embellishment, as Sesshomaru’s longing for his “pet” would not be lessened with time. So Jaken had broken down and exposed his sins to his master, and thus he had been outcast, merely a scab to the castle. He had roamed faithfully, watching from a distance since Kagome’s arrival, and he had made plans to kill the wench in his . Th. This was not needed of course, since Naraku had gotten to her first. But even though it was the same event with Rin, he did not hold his tongue as he had before. And he was still a useless servant! Deeply depressed, Jaken moved into the shadows, fading away for the time being.

But Sesshomaru, truthfully, did not care. He found Jaken to be possessively loyal, disrupting everything new he found that the Lord cared for. There were several things that had been compulsively taken from him, and Rin was the first thing hlowelowed to touch him in a spiteful way. And his own servant had kept the information of Rin’s abduction from him…even if only for a short while! Seething, Sesshomaru passed the submissive demon and made his way toward the font doors. He passed the spot where he had stolen Kagome’s virginiteelieeling a twang of guilt there, and then it was overcome by an unforeseen rage. Naraku had finally crossed the line. Naraku was his!

The doors screamed on their heavy hinges as Sesshomaru ripped through them, his eyes mere slits of red as he dashed down the walkway to the entrance gates. They too were thrown open, the force shaking some of the foundation and crumbling a bit of the hole that had been steadily chiseled without his knowing. The hole where Naraku’s ungodly presence had passed. He smelled Kagome’s pain. He could taste the volume of her fear in the air, making his mouth season like rust. He clucked his tongue to try and drown the texture t, bt, but it only stuck to the roof of his mouth, making him fitful and even more at wrath.

It was hours later when he finally came to the end of his trek, his chest heaving from exertion. He had suspected Kagome would not be taken to a nearby location, but he was not expecting to be forced into a half-day run either. And he had not stopped! Holding his chest with one hand, Sesshomaru took one step forward, before a cackle made him freeze, rooted to his position. “Sesshomaru,” a whining voice called, “why are you here? Did we take something of yours?”

Coolly, Sesshomaru tilted his head to the side, shifting his gaze to the creature that was speaking to him. It was Naraku himself, clean-shaven and changed since his previous encounter in the dungeon. But he still smelled like Kagome, and something else very familiar to him. But no matter how deeply he sniffed in the demon’s direction, he could not decipher the profile of the being, and he gave a simple nod to the lingering question, turning to face Naraku completely. “You have Kagome. Give her back to me.” He uttered the command without any expression in his voice, the tone declarative. He was giving commands, as he had done all his life, and it was only expected that Naraku immediately comply with his request. After all, he had no use of this little priestess. He already had Kikyou as his supposed ally. And Sesshomaru knew that no matter the torture, Kagome would not bend to the will of destruction that Naraku would have planned to use her for.

The thought of Kagome bound and helpless, forced to do things against her will, made Sesshomaru’s throat clench, his teeth grinding. Naraku knew this of course, and teased the distressed other by tapping on his chin. “Kagome…Kagome. The name sounds familiar.” He grinned savagely, his black eyes glittering with all the malice there could ever be in a creature’s gaze. “Was she precious to you?”

Sesshomaru was stunned by the way this thing invoked deception on such matters, as though Kagome was a frivolous whelp to him. It seemed there was nothing more in this beast than the jealous intention to become the most powerful being in the world. He blinked a bit, letting both hands fall to his sides, before choosing his words carefully, trying to hide the worry in his reply. “She is my Slave. I merely wish to have her returned to me. Stealing is rude, as you may or may not know, Naraku.”

Glee sparked in the others gaze, and he clapped with a sudden thought, as though inspired. “Oh!” he began, pressing one palm to his heart in mock surprise, “But I thought that Rin was your only human! Would you like her back as well?”

Something snapped in Sesshomaru that had never wielded to pressure before. He felt it as well, sliding back every fiber of restraint into his gut with a sick drop. Color retreated from his flesh, while perspiration beaded his arms and face, the new striking him with a solid blow that he had no hope of evading. He had Rin as well?!

Sesshomaru gave a barely audible screech before his lips fastened together and he rushed at Naraku, lost to all common knowledge in the art of fighting. He was blind, striking out for the flesh he deeply desired to tear into, his fingers aching to grasp the hateful demon that had secretly been hurting him so. Here was the source of his anguish! Here was the source of his pain! Wind whistled past him while he hurtled even nearer, his teeth bared whilst his mouth fell open, letting a howl of fury depart and become part of his initial charge. Naraku was his!

But it was not meant to be after all.

Naraku smiled wisely as Sesshomaru appeared to be stricken by his words, his mouth pursing in a childish pout. And he here had hoped for a tearful inquiring of this fool’s adopted child! But when Sesshomaru made a dash at him, Naraku stiffened and understood this would require some paying attention to, since these claws were not of normal standard. Had this been Inuyasha…well…he would have let the demon pierce him, assume victory, and then be killed in a moment of shocked horror. He only had a moment for this vision, as Sesshomaru wuickuick, and just before the perilous hands enclosed on him, Naraku dodged, his swiftness uncanny.

Sesshomaru let out a tiny gasp when Naraku’s fist suddenly opened a pit of agony in his gut, causing the demon to stumble in his step and completely somersault from the force of the blow. Spittle decorated his chin, frothing at the mouth while he struggled to take in a breath. He hadn’t the faintest chance however as Naraku fell upon him like a hellish fire, embracing his body with several similar hits. Stars danced before Sesshomaru’s eyes, and he fought to raise himself, but was caught in the cheek, his flesh wielding and splitting under the thick knuckles. Choking on his own blood, Sesshomaru stumbled and fell over backwards, again on the ground. He was stunned, reeling from the pain, when Naraku was on him again, pressing his fingers into the fellow Lord’s overcoat.

Sesshomaru was almost unaware that he was screaming, numbly pushing at the fierce opponent as the talons lay on his bare flesh, wicked cuts lancing wherever Naraku touched. He slashed at the bewildered Sesshomaru, laughing boldly as scarlet splashed the front of his new robes, letting the lingo of the other’s pain intoxicate him. The jewel glowed beautifully against him, making him further frenzied, and he continued to strike Sesshomaru until the screams ebbed and then faded all together. Falling back, Sesshomaru opened his eyes and saw Naraku sucking on his red-soaked fingers, until they rolled back, defeated by the darkness that eloped him. Picture-perfect Kagome and the good-hearted Rin ushered into his head while he fell back into the abyss, comforting him in his predicament. Oh Kagome…Rin. I’m sorry…but I have failed you. Sesshomaru managed to smile weakly for them, indulging a cross punch from the distracted Naraku, which only threw Sesshomaru’s head against the dirt as he lay out on his back, blood splattering around his general landing spot. I’m sorry.


[Writer] -sobs- I'm so cruel to him! -rocks the pulpy Sesshomaru- But I'm going to bed now...tired. -glances at the clock for a moment- 2:30 a.m.? Mrwe X.x Happy Valentines btw! [End Writer]