Spiel Mit Mir

 

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Every heavy step forward was met with the worn realization that he was going to have to stop soon, even if no one else did. His bare feet felt slippery in the muddy road. Finding his balance was hard when he was tired. Gritting his teeth Inuyasha tightened his grip on the back of Sesshomaru’s knees and kept his body slightly inclined forward so that he could carry his brother’s weight.

 

It was all his fault.

 

Everything, Inuyasha’s grievances were springing up through his cracks like an underwater spring cresting up at a weak point in the earth. His grievances, like the water of a spring, were plentiful.

 

This was the third day of this bullshit. Inuyasha growled and let his claws puncture the unaware demon again. He seriously hoped that the prick would wake up soon, because it wasn’t Inuyasha’s place to babysit his overweight ass. Well, Sesshomaru wasn’t overweight at all. It was just that Inuyasha hadn’t slept once since they started traveling together. Instead he spent his nights bathed in the moonlight engaging in illicit libidinous activities with the one blood relative he had in this world.

 

First Sesshomaru wore him down. Then he inexplicably decided to mate with a human of all people! Inuyasha knew he felt a great deal of jealousy, but given the nightly forays into incestuous pleasure, he wasn’t exactly sure what to attribute his jealousy toward. Should he be jealous that Sesshomaru was turning his carnal knowledge to Rin? Should he be jealous that, somewhere unknown to Inuyasha, Sesshomaru finally discovered that he had a heart enough for love? Should he be jealous that Sesshomaru found intimacy and peace with a human, without ever having looked back at his own actions and found fault there? Should Inuyasha be jealous that Sesshomaru never once said he was sorry for all the prejudice badgering he threw in Inuyasha’s direction?

 

Inuyasha couldn’t decide on jealousy, so instead he chose anger. He chose anger for all of it, except for the first one. Sesshomaru and Rin mating he could begrudgingly accept; not for Sesshomaru’s sake, but because Rin didn’t deserve any hatred. Besides, it would be a lie if Inuyasha said he hadn’t known that the human girl and his brother were intimate. Every time he stumbled across Sesshomaru in the last year he could smell the girl on his brother in a way that suggested she did more than just follow him all over the place. Before they started traveling together Inuyasha assumed that the relationship was… well his assumptions hadn’t raised his opinion of Sesshomaru at all.

 

When Kagome explained on the beach that none of them knew Rin was a woman until recently Inuyasha had balked at their weak senses. At first he attributed it to them being human. But then Kagome pushed the issue in a worried tone, and told him that Sesshomaru had been deliberately hiding Rin’s age. It was such an obvious thing to Inuyasha that Rin was no child. Even from the earliest moments of his awareness that Sesshomaru was protecting a human, Inuyasha had known that Rin wasn’t as young as she appeared to be. He could smell her moon cycles as easily as he could smell any woman, and he said that fact. It wasn’t a big deal.

 

Kagome had been too embarrassed to talk to him after that, and Miroku had stepped in reminding Inuyasha that Sesshomaru made it a point not to be around other dog demons. Inuyasha might very well be the only one of their kind that Sesshomaru was in consistent contact with since their father died. And now that Inuyasha knew of the bosatsu’s curse he understood why Sesshomaru would be so unwilling to be around any demon whose keenest sense is that of scent.

 

That, in turn, made it easier to hide Rin’s adulthood.

 

Through circumstance Sesshomaru distanced himself from those who could discover his weaknesses, and thereby distanced himself from things that were by nature part of a dog demon’s psyche. Relationships were very important, pack was important, and Inuyasha didn’t have to know many of his kind to understand that deep need.

 

The more he thought about it the more he felt bad for Sesshomaru, the more he pitied his older brother who had to shun himself even though he was quite possibly the most powerful demon in the world.

 

As Inuyasha carried Sesshomaru he still couldn’t stop becoming attached to the constant presence of the snooty, radiant man he called his brother. But attachment and pity were not holding him back from boiling in his own anger.

 

And now Sesshomaru was asleep, useless as a broken sword. Inuyasha stopped for a moment trying to readjust Sesshomaru’s weight so that he didn’t slip off. Inuyasha had plenty of practice carrying people before, and the worst was when they weren’t aware and able to aid in being carried. But usually he just carried Kagome, and even if she was in that kind of state, she was so light and short that it didn’t matter much. If Kagome needed to be carried while she was asleep, Inuyasha just held her in his arms.

 

Sesshomaru was much different. Sesshomaru was muscular, taller than Inuyasha. There was no comfortable way to carry him, except on his back, and he did so because the cart was the only respite his human friends had from too much walking. And he smelled so damn good. Inuyasha was seriously thinking about just dropping his brother’s ass in the middle of the road to get away from the inescapable heat that his scent caused. Sesshomaru was smart enough to find them when he woke up.

 

But he didn’t drop Sesshomaru.

 

He fucking carried Sesshomaru.

 

Grumbling under his breath Inuyasha finally shimmied Sesshomaru’s body higher on his back. At least he wasn’t wearing that damn armor anymore. Nope, all there was between them was the softness of his clothing, and the practicality of the Robe of the Fire Rat.

 

“Inuyasha, there’s a village ahead.” Miroku spoke having walked back from the cart where everyone was riding and looking just as tired as Inuyasha felt. Looking up, instead of at the ground, which was where he was becoming accustomed to training his eyes while carrying his brother, Inuyasha did see the dim light of a little village.

 

“Well go find an inn. You don’t have to ask my permission, stupid.” Inuyasha grumbled. His friend did not flinch at the harsh words. Miroku seemed to be taking stock of him for a moment with eyes that were so blue they looked like irises. The monk leaned on his staff gripping both hands on its balsam wood shaft that was wrapped tight in black cloth and waterproofed with a dark lacquer. His unusual violet eyes glanced back to the girls and then refocused on Inuyasha. His eyes held hesitancy and the wisdom to contrive the right words to say.

 

Before Miroku, Inuyasha had never seen anyone with eyes hued like uncut amethyst. A few demons had eyes shaded like the ocean or the sky. Sesshomaru’s eyes, when in his true form, had a lapis luzi ring around his pupils. Inuyasha assumed that his eyes probably looked similar when he was transformed. Shippo’s eyes were the color of bright teal fighting fish that Inuyasha’s mother used to keep in porcelain bowls around their house. But no human besides Miroku had eyes of a stormy morning ocean.

 

Once, when Miroku first traveled with them, Inuyasha suspiciously asked Kagome if she thought he was an evil spirit in disguise. When he explained that he was distrustful because of the color of Miroku’s eyes Kagome patiently smiled at him and told him that there were millions of people in the world with blue eyes, they just didn’t see many because it wasn’t a “dominant trait” in Japan. Inuyasha still didn’t know what a “dominant trait” was.

 

Unable to resist Inuyasha looked over to the cart with the same briefness that Miroku did.

 

Kagome was sleeping holding onto Rin, who was still completely zonked. Sango was on the top lip of the carriage holding onto the reigns and glancing back at Inuyasha and Miroku with tired eyes. All that could be seen of Shippo was his orange tail tucked over his head as he slept in the cart very near to all of Sesshomaru’s armor and swords, and very near to the tetsusaiga. Inuyasha couldn’t wear his sword and carry Sesshomaru at the same time because the sword couldn’t tell the difference between Sesshomaru trying to steal it and just accidentally bumping into it. The left side of Sesshomaru’s pants from the knee to the ankle was burnt off even though his skin healed ages ago.

 

“Inuyasha, it’s been three days, and it’s been raining. Kagome and Sango are both sick, we have no way of knowing how Rin is doing...” Miroku stopped abruptly and looked upset. “I am sorry, Inuyasha. We’ve been denied shelter in all the villages since Sesshomaru and Rin mated.”

 

What Miroku really meant to say was that villages turned them away because Inuyasha and Sesshomaru were demons. And although they were usually able to get by that prickly aspect of traveling when it was just Inuyasha, villagers seemed more terrified by the sight of a demon that was completely lost in sleep.

 

It was as if they believed the appearance to be a ruse to bring bad luck to them.

 

“I know that.” Inuyasha grated seeing what Miroku was trying to delicately jump around. This time Inuyasha would have to play the outcast in order to keep the needs of his friends met. He’d do anything for them, and this still hurt and brought up feelings of rejection that Inuyasha knew were inconstant with the current situation. “I’m not an idiot. I’ll take Sesshomaru somewhere nearby and you guys can get a room. Make sure Shippo uses his illusion magic. The kid doesn’t need to be out here in the rain with us monsters.”

 

Turning on his heals Inuyasha leapt as well as he was able to a nearby tree and then another, loosing sight but not scent of his friends. He could hear Miroku’s apology in the cold wind and rain.

 

“It’s not your fault, idiot.” Inuyasha mumbled back. He could handle being out in the rain, and sure as hell Sesshomaru could too. But yesterday Kagome started sneezing and sniffling, and shortly thereafter Sango did too.

 

Kagome claimed it wasn’t too big of a deal when they were turned away from the last village even though she was sneezing and blowing her nose. She smiled in an unfailingly cheerful way and said that they’d find shelter somehow. Plus she had an awful lot of faith in the medicine from her time that came in strange see through packaging that was a beast to bust open.

 

Inuyasha felt useless. The best shelter they found so far was under a thick canopy of trees, and it wasn’t nearly enough for two women who needed warmth, sleep, and medicine.

 

The search for shelter would be easier now that it was just him and Sesshomaru. They didn’t need anything fancy, and unlike the girls they didn’t need anything close to a healer.

 

Inuyasha’s strategy for finding shelter was simple. He followed his nose to see where humans of the area went most. Of course this was maddeningly difficult in the rain. The first thing he found was a cave, but it wasn’t even big enough for him to lie in. He ran around in circles for a while checking all the parameters of the village. Then he struck luck and found what appeared to be an old hunting shack just out of eyesight of the village.

 

The shack was very small with a stamped dirt entrance and then a raised floor with a fire pit in the middle. Part of the roof was missing and the majority of the house had fallen in on itself, leaving a fake wall of broken wood and rocks against the back. The villagers still appeared to use it though, because as Inuyasha walked in he could smell humans, and the broken spaces of the roof and back wall that left gaping holes to the sky were covered in tightly woven palm mats. Luck was on Inuyasha’s side again because there were wood pieces cut up in the corner of the room, relatively dry even though the roof leaked.

 

Knowing better than to just plop his brother onto the floor Inuyasha pulled Sesshomaru around the curve of his shoulder. Lowering the sleeping demon to the floor Inuyasha stared at the unguarded face of his brother. No matter how much Inuyasha wanted to deny it, the jerk was sexy.

 

Then Inuyasha’s eyes glanced down to the mark, which had for the most part healed now, and an unwanted growl rumbled up from his chest. Sesshomaru was the hottest bastard in the world. Inuyasha wanted to kiss him, yell at him, and force him to submit… The direction of his thoughts disturbed him. Trying to banish the thoughts from his mind, Inuyasha stuck his tongue out at Sesshomaru in a silent barb.

 

It wasn’t as satisfying when his brother didn’t respond. So as Inuyasha went about making a fire to warm the small shack he listed off, one by one, all the annoying things he was going to do to Sesshomaru out of revenge.

 

*Spiel Mit Mir*

 

Awareness came like the clearing of a foggy field in morning sunlight. It tingled and banished the feeling of heaviness from his limbs, muteness from his voice, unsound from his ears, and nothingness from his nose. His eyelids still felt heavy but Sesshomaru didn’t worry. Sesshomaru could hear Inuyasha’s heartbeat under him. His sinuses were inundated with Inuyasha’s scent. He could feel the coarse warm texture of the Robe of the Fire Rat against his cheek, and the malleable warmth of flesh underneath.

 

He could feel Inuyasha’s fingers combing through his hair, scooping up the long locks, and tracing Sesshomaru’s jaw line with the deceptively enticing feeling of claws.

 

Sesshomaru stayed there a minute, opening his eyes only enough to see the blurry light of a nearby fire.

 

So this is what safety felt like.

 

He knew very well that later he might attribute that feeling to the dreamy state he was in, but for right now it was a feeling that he held, turned over, and marveled at.

 

Very slowly Sesshomaru became aware that Inuyasha was singing. His voice wasn’t amazing, but like everything with his younger brother the virtue of it was the honesty.

 

“A cuckoo makes himself known above the clouds…” Inuyasha sang gently thinking that no one could hear his voice. Sesshomaru let his eyes open further and found himself responding to the verse. Sesshomaru did not sing the response because he did not know the melody to which Inuyasha’s voice traveled.

 

“…as the crescent moon is eclipsed.” Sesshomaru moved his arm from across Inuyasha’s chest and pressed up off of the floor to regain a seated position. Inuyasha was looking at him cynically with his lips pressed tightly together. As soon as Sesshomaru moved enough, his brother was up and distancing himself by sitting on the opposite side of the fire. Not quite ready to do anything Sesshomaru turned onto his back lazily letting his limbs fall onto the floor as he looked to Inuyasha tending the fire. The golden hue of the fire warmed his brother’s face. “I didn’t know you were familiar with poetry.” Sesshomaru said genuinely.

 

He had never taught Inuyasha anything beyond simple survival skills for many reasons. Pain and hatred were high on that list, and fear wasn’t that far behind.

 

Sesshomaru focused on teaching Inuyasha what he felt was most pertinent at the time. And since the first couple of decades after their father’s death lead to Sesshomaru being attacked, molested, and almost forced into bonds that were incogitable… he focused on teaching Inuyasha survival. Once his brother got that down Sesshomaru got rid of him, in part, so that he could better protect himself.

 

Inuyasha’s ear’s flicked at the sound of Sesshomaru’s words.

 

“Kagome taught me how to read.” Inuyasha finally said poking the hot embers with a stick, “That song was hard to read, because the writing meant two things. The second meaning is about acceptance and accomplishment: ‘You, our trusty warrior, have established your reputation even with your sovereign – Sir, I just drew the bow and shot, no more.’” Inuyasha recited. “I remember it because it felt good to learn something that a lot of people didn’t know. It felt good to learn something that I knew you kept from me.”

 

Sesshomaru watched his brother from the floor and felt nothing.

 

Things were the way they were. They went the way they went. Nothing could change what was done; therefore, the only thing that mattered was the moment. Sesshomaru was fighting the truth that the past affected the moment, and because of that the past could not be entirely shoved aside.

 

He squished it into a corner anyways.

 

“Where’s Rin?” Sesshomaru asked trying to scent her in the air. They were not near anyone else, at least not that Sesshomaru could tell. But scents got trapped easily in enclosed spaces, and all he could smell in here was fire, smoke, dirt, and Inuyasha.

 

Sesshomaru watched amused as Inuyasha’s head snapped in his direction. His little brother glared at him. That acrimonious look spoke the inner secrets of the half breed’s soul. Sesshomaru could have smiled at those secrets. Instead he leveled his eyes to Inuyasha’s.

 

“You are jealous.” He whispered in a smoky voice. Inuyasha bore his teeth at Sesshomaru and growled. “It’s an attractive notion, little brother.”

 

“Fuck you.” Inuyasha growled turning his head towards the fire again.

 

Sesshomaru felt like that fire, and dropped down to the lust that curled out from his chest unfurling in his belly and gathering in his loins. Inuyasha hadn’t meant his words as a suggestion, Sesshomaru reminded himself. But that didn’t mean that Sesshomaru had to take the insult.

 

“Yes.” He whispered this time lower never looking away from his brother’s uncombed silver hair, his flawless skin. He never moved at the sight of his brother switching up from emitting anger to wide eyes looking at him with utter bewilderment.

 

“What?”

 

“I just offered to quell that jealousy, Inuyasha.” Sesshomaru said still unmoving as Inuyasha stood up off of the floor. It was a little strange to see Inuyasha walk towards him, sit on the edge of the platform floor, and press both his hands on the floor at either side of Sesshomaru’s head. Sesshomaru could feel his hair get tangled in his brother’s ash covered fingers.

 

Inuyasha growled again and lowered his face so that his lips were almost on Sesshomaru’s. Even though Sesshomaru never did anything so undignified as to squirm, part of him was becoming extremely unsettled by his willingness to simply allow Inuyasha to take a dominant position over him.

 

Straining up Sesshomaru licked his brother’s soft lips. The near constant rumble of his brother’s animalistic snarling increased in severity at the action.

 

“You don’t even know what I’m jealous about, asshole.” Inuyasha said before nipping Sesshomaru’s nose as if he was a pup deserving of punishment. Trying to follow his rational mind Sesshomaru placed his palm flat on Inuyasha’s chest, ready to launch him any distance away. He could take back this power if he wanted to. “I want an apology.” Inuyasha said with a sneer.

 

Sesshomaru stared at his brother blankly for a moment.

 

An apology? Well that was ultimately what he was here for, at least according to Rin’s theory.

 

“Very well.” Sesshomaru responded. Slowly Sesshomaru leaned forward nuzzling Inuyasha’s neck. Licking the curve under his chin, Sesshomaru went about vocalizing to the best of his ability his regret although it was slightly insincere. For a moment Sesshomaru wasn’t sure if Inuyasha understood the apology. Sometimes it was drastically confusing what natural instincts existed or didn’t exist in his brother. Sometimes Sesshomaru was surprised when Inuyasha responded appropriately after previously not having shown any understanding of dog demon behavior.

 

Sesshomaru wondered if Inuyasha could simply pick and choose whether he wanted to respond to certain behaviors that were engrained into Sesshomaru’s being. Or maybe his half human blood stunted those instincts. Either way it was an aberration that made normal bonding between pack members difficult.

 

Inuyasha’s skin was hot. His breath was ragged, and Sesshomaru could taste the salt of his sweat. His hand slid down the front of Inuyasha’s chest, fingers slightly catching on the material before coming to a rest in his lap. Sesshomaru’s hand lay there gently for a moment and then he cupped Inuyasha’s cloth covered testicles sliding his fingers all the way up the length of Inuyasha’s hard dick.

 

“Shit…” Inuyasha moaned out and then began painting Sesshomaru’s face with little nips and kisses. He licked Sesshomaru’s ear causing another wildfire of passion to ignite in him. It was mildly surprising when Inuyasha stood up and pulled Sesshomaru to his feet.

 

Sesshomaru wondered what it was that Inuyasha was doing before feeling the half demon’s hands roughly pull away at his clothing. Encouraged to leave his clothes in a messy heap on a dirt floor Sesshomaru bit his lip when Inuyasha reached behind him and grabbed both lobes of his bottom and spread them apart. He let go, smacked Sesshomaru’s bottom and then grabbed it again this time letting one finger close enough to prod at Sesshomaru’s puckered rose.

 

Gasping, the hot feeling pulsed out droplets of pre-cum from his aching member. The half breed smirked. The flash of fangs in the dim firelight of the run down cabin was predatory, and Sesshomaru felt aroused by that.

 

“Inuyasha.” He moaned body jolted from two sensations as Inuyasha grabbed onto his standing arousal and utilized his other hand to slip a careful finger into Sesshomaru’s waiting rose.

 

“Damn your tight.” Inuyasha said delicately pumping his finger in and out of the orifice. “Lay the fuck down. I want to see your face when I’m pounding you.”

 

Sesshomaru listened to the dominant tone of Inuyasha’s voice and lay down, only inclining forward slightly to watch his brother disrobe. He realized as Inuyasha knelt over him naked and aroused that he was fostering a very alpha male position in his brother.

 

When this was all over that would be rectified immediately.

 

Inuyasha licked his nipples, raked his claws down Sesshomaru’s muscular abs and pushed the heated flesh of their cocks together.

 

Sesshomaru decided that it was alright for Inuyasha to be alpha just this once. It was alright because Sesshomaru needed this. He mewled under his brother’s rough hands, flushed and grabbed onto the wrist supporting Inuyasha from laying flat on him.

 

“I want it now, little brother.” Sesshomaru ordered. Inuyasha snarled at him and lightly bit the tip of his nose again in a scolding manner.

 

“You’ll get it when I want to give it, bitch.” Inuyasha spoke while simultaneously shoving two fingers into Sesshomaru. This time he was a lot less careful. Sesshomaru could feel and smell a little bit of blood from a small nick that healed almost instantly.

 

Inuyasha cut him again, and Sesshomaru knew it was deliberate. He didn’t wince at the feeling as he was cut a third time, but understood why Inuyasha was doing it as his fingers pumped in and out smoothly while his other hand teased his cock.

 

“I could just wet you with my mouth.” Sesshomaru offered breathlessly feeling another drop of blood fall from him. The idea was getting him off even more than he already was. Sesshomaru’s mouth watered with the downright need to taste the velvety skin of his brother. He’d shove the whole thing down his throat just to do it.

 

Inuyasha snorted, apparently not liking the idea as much as Sesshomaru did.

 

“As if I’d let your fangs anywhere near my dick.”

 

Inuyasha was afraid he’d bite him. Need prompted Sesshomaru to try a different tactic.

 

“I know better than to bite the alpha.”

 

Those words stopped Inuyasha all together. For a moment his little brother looked up at him as if he lost his mind. Maybe he did.

 

But his brother was also predictable, and couldn’t pass up opportunities.

 

Inuyasha slid forward on his knees, not letting Sesshomaru off the floor, until his hard cock was in Sesshomaru’s face.

 

Grabbing onto the dripping member Sesshomaru rubbed his thumb over the tip while he lapped at Inuyasha’s balls. The growling above him was from the pleasure of dominance, and Sesshomaru was being good to that. Sesshomaru was getting off on being the good submissive bitch. It wasn’t like it was real. He could easily destroy Inuyasha in a matter of seconds if he needed or wanted to. Pulling the stiff dick down he licked the blushing head and then shoved it in his mouth.

 

“Oh! Sesshomaru!” His brother cried out and bucked into the warm wetness of his mouth again. From this perspective Inuyasha was a lot bigger than Sesshomaru assumed. He simply could not fit all of Inuyasha down his throat from this angle. Not that it mattered; the sounds he was making clearly indicated his enjoyment.

 

Suddenly Inuyasha withdrew leaving a little trail of saliva on Sesshomaru’s chin.

 

“Now?” Sesshomaru asked completely ignoring that he whined the word in a pleading greedy way.

 

“Hell yeah!” Inuyasha replied pushing Sesshomaru’s knees up and rubbing his asshole. “Don’t you fucking even think about telling me to stop this time! If you do I’m going to paint that stupid pretty face of yours with my cum.”

 

Sesshomaru shuddered with the commands not bothering to tell Inuyasha that he could care less if he had cum on his face. If it was Inuyasha’s it would be tolerable.

 

Inuyasha pushed his saliva slicked erection in very slowly. Grabbing onto his own neglected erection Sesshomaru pulled up his balls to allow Inuyasha a better view of just what he was sinking his hard dick into.

 

Words were far away from Sesshomaru’s mind as Inuyasha pulled out half way and the slid back in. He was a lot gentler than Sesshomaru expected, and the slow pace of Inuyasha thumping into his body was greatly stimulating. Inuyasha didn’t speed up, leading Sesshomaru to think that this was probably the first time for him.

 

“Harder…” Sesshomaru forced himself to speak even though he was breathless on the cusp of frantic pleasure. “I’m not going to break.”

 

Instantly Inuyasha was set in motion pumping into Sesshomaru with vigor. Oh... harder was so much better. Inuyasha took control, his hand covering Sesshomaru’s member milking it for creamy cum.

 

The feelings were searing Sesshomaru from the inside out. He wiggled and moaned. He panted and cried out Inuyasha’s name while gouging deep rivets into the wooden floor.

 

He knew it was over when the muscles between his anus and his testicles tightened in the fire as if they were going to burn open the floodgates of orgasmic bliss.

 

“Inuyasha!” he yelled as his pelvic floor contracted setting of a chain of earthquakes shivering through his body. He could feel himself clenching tighter around Inuyasha’s near exploding dick, he could feel the warmth of his seamen pulsing out of him with a velocity that propelled one sticky glob onto his cheek. His breath caught and it felt like his heart stopped only to resume at a satisfied throbbing that would undoubtedly bring about a great sense of relaxation.

 

Even though his eyes were closed Sesshomaru could feel Inuyasha lean forward and lick up the spot of cum that was quickly leaving a trail on Sesshomaru’s cheek as it slid down the side. Leftover heat flared up inside Sesshomaru’s gut when Inuyasha resumed his manic thrusting.

 

Lips devoured his ear making him shiver wantonly.

 

He was so sensitive, and it was so damn good.

 

“You’re mine.” Inuyasha growled in a voice that didn’t seem to belong to him. The whole world shifted from pleasure to surprise, shock, and overwhelming anxiety as Sesshomaru felt Inuyasha’s fangs puncture the skin of his neck. He was acutely aware of his brother’s youki finding a home in his body.

 

He knew that at this point there was nothing he could do to stop it.

 

Almost instantaneously Sesshomaru was overcome with the shockingly dizzy need for sleep.

 

The resting time; that brat marked him.

 

Sesshomaru managed to keep his eyes open long enough for Inuyasha to pull away satiated, blood still smearing his lips.

 

It was then that Sesshomaru understood. He hadn’t even noticed it when it happened, but at some point Inuyasha’s full demon blood took over giving into the curse that he so proudly proclaimed immunity from.

 

He knew one of Rin’s theories didn’t work.

 

Sesshomaru smiled at the transformed Inuyasha, the monstrous uncontrolled demon in him.

 

“I should have known not to trust a half breed.”

 

*Spiel Mit Mir*

 

Every so often the dark rooms of the inn would be faintly lit by a guardsman carrying a lantern outside. Inside the last room on the north side of the inn Kagome was embarrassingly pulling the hem of her nightgown over her knees as if the thin cotton would protect her from the unseen hands of pleasure.

 

Rin knelt opposite of Kagome not having nearly the amount of self resolve to try to hide. She noted that this time was stronger than ever before. She was too aroused to be concerned for modesty. Even though modesty was not a high priority in the face of lust, Rin still felt ashamed. She turned her face away from Kagome embarrassed to be caught with her fingers pushed up to the knuckle into her wet cunt.

 

It was just irresistible, and Kagome’s flushed face spoke of embarrassment, but Rin knew that the mortification wasn’t just for catching another woman masturbating on the bed roll next to her. Before Kagome’s eyes snapped open to the dark, she had been moaning and squeezing her thighs together in the agony of lust. And she knew that Rin saw it.

 

“What is this?” Kagome finally said in the dark having turned on her side away from Rin. “I know you’ve been watching me every time since we’ve started traveling together.” There was a few seconds of silence as the light from a lantern illuminated the room for a moment. When it passed Kagome spoke again, “Are you into girls?”

 

“No,” Rin responded.

 

“Then what is going on?” Kagome questioned curling up tighter and hugging her knees. Rin felt another wisp of heat, and despite her wish for privacy she knelt on the bedroll rubbing her clit while Kagome couldn’t see. She had a feeling the priestess knew what she was doing anyways.

 

This time arousal was uncomfortable, and intense. Rin couldn’t remember it being this intense before. She always felt Sesshomaru’s neediness when he went off with Inuyasha, but it was never too much to handle.

 

“It’s your bond.” Rin said trying to force her words to be even and failing. Whatever it was that Sesshomaru and Inuyasha were doing right now must be exquisite, Rin decided. She wished she was there to see it.

 

“B-bond?” Kagome couldn’t hold back either. She shoved her hand over her face and moaned into it.

 

This was going to be a difficult and awkward conversation. Rin removed her hand from between her legs wiping her juices onto her kimono. She wasn’t satiated yet, but sometimes pleasure had to wait. Right now was one of those times. Rin didn’t think Kagome would be to kind about being left in discomfort while Rin waited for release. Kagome needed to be told.

 

“Your bond with Inuyasha,” Rin whispered trying her hardest to meditate through the desire, “Mating bonds are often formed before the actual mating takes place. You feel what he feels, and he feels your emotions. This is happening because your bond is growing stronger, preparing you to be with him.”

 

Kagome choked and turned towards Rin. Her face was very red.

 

“Then why are you?”

 

“Sesshomaru,” Rin responded. “It was confusing for me at first too, and for Sesshomaru. I don’t think Inuyasha knows what to say to you yet.”

 

“But… but…” Kagome closed her eyes tightly and shuddered, “If we are both feeling this…”

 

Rin squirmed and contemplated lying because she had seen the look of near panic on Inuyasha’s face the day Kagome claimed her detest for men having sex with men. But she didn’t want to lie, because she knew that was what was happening. Rin didn’t want to lie because she didn’t want Kagome to hate her when she found out.

 

“They are together.” Rin whispered, “With the exception of the resting time they have been together every night since we started traveling.”

 

Kagome looked at her bug eyed and sick. This was not going to end well, Rin thought and reached forward to grab onto Kagome’s hands. She wanted to give comfort and assurance. The priestess flinched away.

 

“Don’t touch me, I’ve seen where your hands have been.”

 

So it wasn’t just man love she had an issue with. Suddenly Kagome stood up with fire in her eyes. The blanket she had kicked down to her feet was pushed out of the way, and she broke out into a run. Tripping to get to her feet Rin ran after her.

 

“Wait! Kagome! Where are you going!” Rin yelled out breaking the silence of the inn. Whirling around Kagome looked at Rin just in time. Falling to her knees Rin breathed out an orgasm so intense that she almost lost control of her bladder. Her hands flew between her legs grasping her sex tightly. Holding herself tight she rode out the pleasure. If this was what all of Sesshomaru’s orgasms were like, no wonder he got upset when she told him she wouldn’t let him touch her until he apologized to Inuyasha.

 

Heaving for breath Rin looked up to see that Kagome had run a few more feet only to be laid flat on her back in writhing ecstasy. She had shoved her hands between her legs, holding onto her crotch tightly through her night pants.

 

Rin tripped when she tried to stand up, stumbled her way to Kagome and plopped by her side. Leaning over Rin kissed Kagome’s cheek.

 

“Don’t fight it right now.” She whispered as Kagome flinched away. Kagome’s breath was heavy against her face. “We should rest and talk to them in the morning, once you’ve had time to process all of this.”

 

“It’s not that, Rin.” Kagome’s voice gasped out. It didn’t have the same breathless aroused quality that it did just a few minutes ago. “Something’s wrong. Something’s wrong with Inuyasha.” The urgency in Kagome’s voice made Rin puzzle for a moment, and then the unthinkable happened. Her connection with Sesshomaru seemed to disappear, to evaporate straight out of her soul.

 

“Sesshomaru!” Rin cried out and stood up. Her stomach cramped up with anxiety, and the long overdue need to pee. But she didn’t know which way to go. Kagome made it to her feet a second later. “I can’t feel Sesshomaru!” Rin was looking around in panic. Without Sesshomaru the world was a dangerous scary place.

 

Kagome picked herself up off of the floor and started running. With her best faith that following Kagome would bring her to Sesshomaru, Rin ran too.

 

Having long legs, and a more adult physic, Kagome was much faster. She sprinted off, and even though Rin was short she had good stamina. Rin struggled to catch her breath running past houses in the sleepy village into a brambly pathless forest. It was so dark that even though the moon was still visible the dense forest prevented its light from reaching the floor. So when Kagome seemed to vanish in the darkness, Rin felt her heart leap out. No, her mind played. She needed to find Sesshomaru. She had to find a reason for his sudden nothingness in their bond, and she needed to get it back.

 

Her worst fear was that he died, and if something was wrong with Inuyasha, maybe they were attacked when they were preoccupied. Rin wished that she knew where Tensaiga was, but all she knew was that during her resting time they had moved from the ocean to this village. She didn’t even know how long they had been resting for!

 

Running forward Rin found the darkness that Kagome entered. It was a house, a very dilapidated looking shack that reminded her of the scraggly home she hid in after her parents died.

 

Opening the door Rin felt a renewed fear. Kagome was standing completely still looking wide eyed at the shadowy forms hiding in the corner of the shack furthest away from the fire.

 

Inuyasha growled at her, his eyes the color of sunlit blood. Rin had never seen Inuyasha transformed, and was awed by the aspects of his demon heritage that usually hid behind his softer face. For a second Rin worried that he could transform into a great dog like Sesshomaru could. The stripes on Inuyasha’s cheeks had reached that jagged point that Sesshomaru’s did if he was going to take on that form.

 

In his tense hands he was holding onto Sesshomaru. Their clothes were on the dirt floor, and firelight danced across their flawless skin. Rin tried her hardest to feel anything in the bond. She tried her hardest to see why Sesshomaru was laying unresponsive in Inuyasha’s grasp.

 

Inuyasha moved slightly and Rin caught on. She trembled looking at the fresh wound on Sesshomaru’s neck. Some of his blood drizzled down the front of his naked chest.

 

“Kagome,” Rin whispered tentatively, scared. Kagome looked at her. She knew instantly that they shouldn’t have come. This was dangerous. “Inuyasha marked Sesshomaru.”

 

The priestess took a step towards her reaching out her hands as if to hug her. It was clear that Kagome did not fear Inuyasha in his current state, but Rin did.

 

And she had good reason.

 

Inuyasha abandoned his newly marked mate to jump between the girls. Kagome was pushed back against the wall, and Rin gulped down her fear as Inuyasha slowly brought his deadly claws closer to Rin’s throat. Her human reactions told her to run. And she resisted that notion to attempt something that might not get her killed.

 

Rin dropped to the floor belly up and whined like a puppy.

 

This caught Inuyasha’s attention, which she was hoping was a good thing. The transformed dog demon crouched down sniffing her fingers and her crotch, which was mortifying but expected. Rin knew scent was an indicator of many things to dogs. She understood the importance because once Sesshomaru’s sense of smell was messed up for a few hours and he refused to go anywhere or do anything all while looking fairly lost.

 

Then Inuyasha pushed his nose against Rin’s mark and took a deep breath in. He was still lacking his human face when he glanced to Sesshomaru then back to Rin.

 

Whimpering again Rin lifted her head the centimeters it took to lick Inuyasha’s chin. Her adventurous, get into trouble spirit definitely knew by now how to beg for forgiveness from dangerous dogs.

 

“The mate’s bitch is forgiven.” Inuyasha growled out his most intelligible words since they walked into the shack.

 

“Bitch wants to go to mate, please alpha?” Rin asked. Simple speech was easier for dogs to grasp when they were run by instincts. And it wasn’t hard for her to make the leap that Inuyasha had somehow usurped Sesshomaru’s position in the pack.

 

Inuyasha nodded and let her up.

 

Scrambling to Sesshomaru, she climbed up onto the raised floor and looked back to Kagome. Kagome still didn’t look afraid. She looked tired and angry. Before Inuyasha could reach her she opened her mouth.

 

“Sit.”

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