Infinite Dreams
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Passion Begets Pain
|| Commercial Break v1.200 || Okay, after being sickened by my re-reading of this I decided to try and complete what I had started. For some reason, this is my only story that seemed to be a bunch of bunk >.< It's a bit short, but it links better I think...
Fog enveloped the flowering pathway that led to the chateau; the sunlight was now entombed within a sickening darkness that mirrored the void growing within Sesshomaru's soul. A dangerous need welled within, the inner youkai yearning for Inuyasha beyond what was allowed leaving an intolerable emptiness. A plague. That was the only explanation he could offer concerning that hanyou which did little to soothe the ache welling inside.
Torment.
Jealousy.
Lust.
An indescribable agony clawed at the frayed ends of Sesshomaru's sanity; it was as if someone or something was controlling him. Whispers from nowhere seemed to fill elven ears spilling sweet nothings of a bloody tale as if to lure the purebred further into his demise. Ambling within the foggy haze surrounding his abode, Sesshomaru leisurely stroked the still unconscious Inuyasha while lecherous and murderous thoughts danced through his mind. It would be so easy, so simple...just a quick grab, a swift jerk, then it would all be over. The pain would be gone.
Swirls of dim light skipped along the walls of the chateau being chased by shadows as if they were playing a game of chase, this being the only liveliness within the mausoleum-like house. Laying Inuyasha across the chaise, Sesshomaru gingerly brushed his lips against the pink fluff of his companion's. Bittersweet like a finely aged wine, it enticed the youkai to capture another caress. Sliding a smooth tongue against the hanyou's lower lip, Sesshomaru was killing himself one kiss at a time. Peering at the captor, amber orbs focused upon the daiyoukai with a lethargic glaze. Inuyasha was momentarily paralyzed from the shock of it all; it hadn't been new for his brother to attempt to murder him or cast as many lashes upon his body as possible, but to feel foreign lips to his own made him confused. Gaining what strength was present, the half-breed began to struggle beneath the mass overhead. The exhausted body bucked beneath Sesshomaru in attempt to rid itself of the intruder. Backhanding his sibling with such force, Inuyasha's head jerked violently to the side with splashes of saliva spurting from his mouth. Such force caused a quiver throughout his face, the point of impact drawing to a bright red.
Disgust plastered upon Sesshomaru's features as golden eyes narrowed upon the hanyou. Of course this wouldn't be so simple, but he had hoped that Inuyasha would give in and just accept his inevitable fate. Losing what patience was looming behind, the youkai would have to take what he wanted whether his little brother conceded or not. Nails cleaved into tender flesh near Inuyasha's jugular, warning the other demon to not make yet another mistake. Craning Inuyasha from the chaise, Sesshomaru pitted them nose to nose. Blotches of crimson began suffocating the once golden hue indicating the thinning tolerance within the youkai and how close to Death's grasp Inuyasha really was.
"You will love me or you will die."
Fog enveloped the flowering pathway that led to the chateau; the sunlight was now entombed within a sickening darkness that mirrored the void growing within Sesshomaru's soul. A dangerous need welled within, the inner youkai yearning for Inuyasha beyond what was allowed leaving an intolerable emptiness. A plague. That was the only explanation he could offer concerning that hanyou which did little to soothe the ache welling inside.
Torment.
Jealousy.
Lust.
An indescribable agony clawed at the frayed ends of Sesshomaru's sanity; it was as if someone or something was controlling him. Whispers from nowhere seemed to fill elven ears spilling sweet nothings of a bloody tale as if to lure the purebred further into his demise. Ambling within the foggy haze surrounding his abode, Sesshomaru leisurely stroked the still unconscious Inuyasha while lecherous and murderous thoughts danced through his mind. It would be so easy, so simple...just a quick grab, a swift jerk, then it would all be over. The pain would be gone.
Swirls of dim light skipped along the walls of the chateau being chased by shadows as if they were playing a game of chase, this being the only liveliness within the mausoleum-like house. Laying Inuyasha across the chaise, Sesshomaru gingerly brushed his lips against the pink fluff of his companion's. Bittersweet like a finely aged wine, it enticed the youkai to capture another caress. Sliding a smooth tongue against the hanyou's lower lip, Sesshomaru was killing himself one kiss at a time. Peering at the captor, amber orbs focused upon the daiyoukai with a lethargic glaze. Inuyasha was momentarily paralyzed from the shock of it all; it hadn't been new for his brother to attempt to murder him or cast as many lashes upon his body as possible, but to feel foreign lips to his own made him confused. Gaining what strength was present, the half-breed began to struggle beneath the mass overhead. The exhausted body bucked beneath Sesshomaru in attempt to rid itself of the intruder. Backhanding his sibling with such force, Inuyasha's head jerked violently to the side with splashes of saliva spurting from his mouth. Such force caused a quiver throughout his face, the point of impact drawing to a bright red.
Disgust plastered upon Sesshomaru's features as golden eyes narrowed upon the hanyou. Of course this wouldn't be so simple, but he had hoped that Inuyasha would give in and just accept his inevitable fate. Losing what patience was looming behind, the youkai would have to take what he wanted whether his little brother conceded or not. Nails cleaved into tender flesh near Inuyasha's jugular, warning the other demon to not make yet another mistake. Craning Inuyasha from the chaise, Sesshomaru pitted them nose to nose. Blotches of crimson began suffocating the once golden hue indicating the thinning tolerance within the youkai and how close to Death's grasp Inuyasha really was.
"You will love me or you will die."