Sesshomaru Unbound
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Chapter 8
© Salome Wilde, 2008
Sesshomaru Unbound
Author’s Confession: In rereading the story to write this new chapter, I confess that I found myself fixated on Chapter 5. I know I wrote it. But I can’t help it. Passionate, lustful, uke Sesshomaru is just so damned hot. Yielding that way. Just temporarily. Only because he’s mind-controlled. Oh, that upside-down kiss then turning onto all-fours and getting taken like the dog he is.... For me, it's just well DAMN. Ok, I’m done now. Time for the return of Seme Sesshy. *insert action hero theme music here*
Chapter 8
He would rather have mounted her again than suffer another gentle touch from her lips or her fingertips. But he would say nothing, show nothing. As he was a useful tool for her lonely, dependent existence (to relieve loneliness, to end her dependence by ending Naraku’s life), so she was useful to him—that is, if she truly did plan to return his weapons. He had his doubts, though they remained unstated and unindicated. As she pulled her sliced kimonos around herself as best she could, Sesshomaru silently followed her up the steps and into the castle. That he remained undressed no longer concerned him. The mokomoko left him warm enough. And though he preferred the power he felt when clothed and armored, he was becoming used to this raw exposure. His claws were still potent weapons, and soon enough he would have Tokijin in his hands, as well as that accursed Tenseiga which he could neither relish nor discard. His only regret at the moment was that his encounter with Kagura had left him with the stench of Naraku in his nostrils. Fortunately, she lacked the cloying denseness of Naraku or he suspected he’d not have been able to become erect enough to perform. Damn that depraved hanyo: ending his existence might be too kind.
Kagura led Sesshomaru directly to his weapons, a pleasant surprise. Even more remarkably, perhaps, a set of garments matching those he favored lay, neatly folded, beside them. Even a copy of his shoulder armor and obi were there. All smelled as it should: nothing appeared to be tainted, poisoned, or enchanted. “Why such generosity from Naraku?” Sesshomaru wondered aloud.
“The clothing is my gift, Sesshomaru,” Kagura replied. “Please excuse me for a moment. I, too, would like to be properly attired.” She bowed slightly and left the room.
Sesshomaru kept his guard up as he dressed and armed himself. The weight of his swords, especially, felt right on his body. He stroked the pommels and felt their magic radiate.
Kagura’s return interrupted his reunion. “So, Lord of the Western Lands, how shall we plan together to defeat Naraku?”
There was something false in her speech, though he was not certain precisely what it was. As he spoke, he tried to detect what had changed in her demeanor. “It has always been my intention to destroy Naraku, Kagura. If you can assist my efforts, do so. I can promise you he will not gain control of my mind or my body again. Beyond this, my plan is only to take every opportunity to weaken and defeat him.” He gripped Tokijin’s handle firmly, his eyes on Kagura’s.
“Yes,” said Kagura suddenly, as if in response to a question he had asked. She eyed his sword. “That might anger Naraku enough to draw him out.”
Ah, so that was what he sensed. Kagura knew he intended to kill her. He withdrew Tokijin and leapt at his target. She did not move. He checked his swing as the blade touched her throat. He felt her holding her breath, though she did not close her eyes. He withdrew and resheathed the sword. No: if this was her plan, he would not take part in it. He did not live to fulfill anyone’s destiny but his own. He turned to leave.
Kagura’s breath left her in a rush. She laughed. “You surprise me, Sesshomaru. I thought you would see it through. Vengeance and provocation of Naraku, and perhaps the only freedom I will ever know. All in one slash of your sword.” She paused, then resumed in a firm, proud voice. “Do not pity me, yokai.”
Without looking back, Sesshomaru replied: “I pity no one. We each have our own path to tread. Mine does not require ending your life. At least not today. I am certain we will meet again, Kagura.” He walked out of the castle and launched himself into the sky. He felt again the hilts of his swords and smiled to himself. The next life he took would be Naraku’s.
= = =
End Note: Sorry this is so short. I really needed to wrap things up with Kagura to get to the Sesshomaru vs. Naraku smackdown. Some seriously delicious taunting of Sesshy forthcoming. But then he’ll get to hack Naraku to bits...however temporarily. But you knew that.
(Meanwhile, please go read “Resurrection of a Monk” if you haven’t and see what you think about Seme Sesshomaru with uke Miroku. I think it turned out pretty hot.)
Sesshomaru Unbound
Author’s Confession: In rereading the story to write this new chapter, I confess that I found myself fixated on Chapter 5. I know I wrote it. But I can’t help it. Passionate, lustful, uke Sesshomaru is just so damned hot. Yielding that way. Just temporarily. Only because he’s mind-controlled. Oh, that upside-down kiss then turning onto all-fours and getting taken like the dog he is.... For me, it's just well DAMN. Ok, I’m done now. Time for the return of Seme Sesshy. *insert action hero theme music here*
Chapter 8
He would rather have mounted her again than suffer another gentle touch from her lips or her fingertips. But he would say nothing, show nothing. As he was a useful tool for her lonely, dependent existence (to relieve loneliness, to end her dependence by ending Naraku’s life), so she was useful to him—that is, if she truly did plan to return his weapons. He had his doubts, though they remained unstated and unindicated. As she pulled her sliced kimonos around herself as best she could, Sesshomaru silently followed her up the steps and into the castle. That he remained undressed no longer concerned him. The mokomoko left him warm enough. And though he preferred the power he felt when clothed and armored, he was becoming used to this raw exposure. His claws were still potent weapons, and soon enough he would have Tokijin in his hands, as well as that accursed Tenseiga which he could neither relish nor discard. His only regret at the moment was that his encounter with Kagura had left him with the stench of Naraku in his nostrils. Fortunately, she lacked the cloying denseness of Naraku or he suspected he’d not have been able to become erect enough to perform. Damn that depraved hanyo: ending his existence might be too kind.
Kagura led Sesshomaru directly to his weapons, a pleasant surprise. Even more remarkably, perhaps, a set of garments matching those he favored lay, neatly folded, beside them. Even a copy of his shoulder armor and obi were there. All smelled as it should: nothing appeared to be tainted, poisoned, or enchanted. “Why such generosity from Naraku?” Sesshomaru wondered aloud.
“The clothing is my gift, Sesshomaru,” Kagura replied. “Please excuse me for a moment. I, too, would like to be properly attired.” She bowed slightly and left the room.
Sesshomaru kept his guard up as he dressed and armed himself. The weight of his swords, especially, felt right on his body. He stroked the pommels and felt their magic radiate.
Kagura’s return interrupted his reunion. “So, Lord of the Western Lands, how shall we plan together to defeat Naraku?”
There was something false in her speech, though he was not certain precisely what it was. As he spoke, he tried to detect what had changed in her demeanor. “It has always been my intention to destroy Naraku, Kagura. If you can assist my efforts, do so. I can promise you he will not gain control of my mind or my body again. Beyond this, my plan is only to take every opportunity to weaken and defeat him.” He gripped Tokijin’s handle firmly, his eyes on Kagura’s.
“Yes,” said Kagura suddenly, as if in response to a question he had asked. She eyed his sword. “That might anger Naraku enough to draw him out.”
Ah, so that was what he sensed. Kagura knew he intended to kill her. He withdrew Tokijin and leapt at his target. She did not move. He checked his swing as the blade touched her throat. He felt her holding her breath, though she did not close her eyes. He withdrew and resheathed the sword. No: if this was her plan, he would not take part in it. He did not live to fulfill anyone’s destiny but his own. He turned to leave.
Kagura’s breath left her in a rush. She laughed. “You surprise me, Sesshomaru. I thought you would see it through. Vengeance and provocation of Naraku, and perhaps the only freedom I will ever know. All in one slash of your sword.” She paused, then resumed in a firm, proud voice. “Do not pity me, yokai.”
Without looking back, Sesshomaru replied: “I pity no one. We each have our own path to tread. Mine does not require ending your life. At least not today. I am certain we will meet again, Kagura.” He walked out of the castle and launched himself into the sky. He felt again the hilts of his swords and smiled to himself. The next life he took would be Naraku’s.
= = =
End Note: Sorry this is so short. I really needed to wrap things up with Kagura to get to the Sesshomaru vs. Naraku smackdown. Some seriously delicious taunting of Sesshy forthcoming. But then he’ll get to hack Naraku to bits...however temporarily. But you knew that.
(Meanwhile, please go read “Resurrection of a Monk” if you haven’t and see what you think about Seme Sesshomaru with uke Miroku. I think it turned out pretty hot.)