Of Demons and Dreams
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Category:
InuYasha › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,962
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.
First Meeting
Author's Notes: Alright, here is a new chapter, as promised, a bit longer to try and make up for the break. Thanks to all for sticking with me. (If people did indeed stick with me. O_o) Thanks as always for reviews and comments! Keep them coming. Also, input would be good. This is a work in progress. Any certain way it should go?
Disclaimer: I still own none of the characters used in this story, unfortunately. And, I'm still poor.
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First meeting
Jumping and landing lightly from the bit of cloud-like material he'd been standing on, making barely a sound, Sesshoumaru moved closer to the fallen man. He was cautious, but not overly so. He was, after all, a demon Lord, and the unconscious man showed no sighs of being anything other than mortal. Pity. He had actually been hoping for something that would offer a bit more entertainment. But beggars couldn't be chooses, or so the saying went. A mortal could be fun for a little while, even if they did die a little too easily.
The wandering golden eyes settled for a moment on the prone man's leather covered rear. The faintest of smirks ghosted over his lips. Perhaps it wouldn't be a total loss... Snapping out of his thoughts, he moved, bracing a foot against Sephiroth's side. Giving a firm push, he rolled the man over to get a better look at him. The first thing he noticed was the long sword the man clutched. It looked almost as if he'd fallen in such a way as to protect the weapon, the slender length held tightly to his bare chest. The golden orbs shifted, fixating on the face.
Sesshoumaru, Lord of the Western Lands, found himself surprised, for perhaps the first time in years. To say the man was handsome would be an understatement. He was exquisite. A slim face, slightly pointed chin, rather high cheek bones, an aristocratic nose... The flawless, pale skin was framed by long strands of silver hair, adding to the almost ethereal allure. The breeze caught a silken strand, blowing it over the blood stained face. Even bloodied, and obviously battle worn, the man was a sight to behold.
As if in a trance, Sesshoumaru knelt slowly, reaching out a hand to brush the wayward lock away. The wounds seemed old, as they were well on their way to being healed. The demon had no idea, of course, that the Jenova cells the man carried, as well as the mako he had been injected with were accelerating the process.
Satisfied that there were no fatal wounds, the ever-watchful eyes continued on, sweeping down the still form. Over the strong chest and arms, to the washboard stomach, adding quite nicely to the chiseled features. The slim hips were hugged in the black leather that had so nicely accentuated his rear.
Allowing himself a small smirk, Sesshoumaru stood, moving to grasp an ankle, slowly dragging the still unconscious Sephiroth away. He was quite a find. Too handsome to be killed right away. Perhaps finding a mortal man wouldn't be quite as boring as he had first feared.
Disclaimer: I still own none of the characters used in this story, unfortunately. And, I'm still poor.
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First meeting
Jumping and landing lightly from the bit of cloud-like material he'd been standing on, making barely a sound, Sesshoumaru moved closer to the fallen man. He was cautious, but not overly so. He was, after all, a demon Lord, and the unconscious man showed no sighs of being anything other than mortal. Pity. He had actually been hoping for something that would offer a bit more entertainment. But beggars couldn't be chooses, or so the saying went. A mortal could be fun for a little while, even if they did die a little too easily.
The wandering golden eyes settled for a moment on the prone man's leather covered rear. The faintest of smirks ghosted over his lips. Perhaps it wouldn't be a total loss... Snapping out of his thoughts, he moved, bracing a foot against Sephiroth's side. Giving a firm push, he rolled the man over to get a better look at him. The first thing he noticed was the long sword the man clutched. It looked almost as if he'd fallen in such a way as to protect the weapon, the slender length held tightly to his bare chest. The golden orbs shifted, fixating on the face.
Sesshoumaru, Lord of the Western Lands, found himself surprised, for perhaps the first time in years. To say the man was handsome would be an understatement. He was exquisite. A slim face, slightly pointed chin, rather high cheek bones, an aristocratic nose... The flawless, pale skin was framed by long strands of silver hair, adding to the almost ethereal allure. The breeze caught a silken strand, blowing it over the blood stained face. Even bloodied, and obviously battle worn, the man was a sight to behold.
As if in a trance, Sesshoumaru knelt slowly, reaching out a hand to brush the wayward lock away. The wounds seemed old, as they were well on their way to being healed. The demon had no idea, of course, that the Jenova cells the man carried, as well as the mako he had been injected with were accelerating the process.
Satisfied that there were no fatal wounds, the ever-watchful eyes continued on, sweeping down the still form. Over the strong chest and arms, to the washboard stomach, adding quite nicely to the chiseled features. The slim hips were hugged in the black leather that had so nicely accentuated his rear.
Allowing himself a small smirk, Sesshoumaru stood, moving to grasp an ankle, slowly dragging the still unconscious Sephiroth away. He was quite a find. Too handsome to be killed right away. Perhaps finding a mortal man wouldn't be quite as boring as he had first feared.