Temptation

A/N: This fic was written for a challenge - what would make a typically stoic character lose control. This is definitely A/U, and probably a bit OOC. Thanks for reading!


Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha.


Temptation


This Sesshomaru is bored.

Patrols are no longer a diversion, merely a routine.

The borders of my lands remained unchanged, and largely unchallenged.

The few youkai this Sesshomaru encounters are barely enough to provide exercise, let alone a challenge.

Jaken’s endless prattling has become predictable, and is enough to drive this Sesshomaru to exert myself more than desired.

Rin seems to be content with this monotony. This Sesshomaru supposes when flowers are a cause for excitement, standards of ‘interesting’ may differ.

Still, it is foolishness to wish excitement upon a manageable existence. As long as threats can be eliminated and lands protected, things are acceptable. This Sesshomaru has survived for centuries under such a philosophy.

But . . . boring.

This Sesshomaru requires a diversion.

………………..

The clean, cool air of the fall night flowed through long silver hair. Bright moonlight was effortlessly reflected by the rippling strands, rivaling the stars with its shine. Pristine white garments glowed with a more muted light. Silent feet touched briefly on treetops, soundlessly propelling their owner through the partial darkness.

Sesshomaru glided along, his stoic façade portraying nothing of the restlessness within. He was deviating from his normal patrol, motivated by a vexing desire for something different. The monotony of his long existence ground at him like a thorn in his side. Normally his routine was satisfying, but not today.

Sesshomaru was not used to dealing with strong desires, and this restlessness drove him to find something to soothe the feeling.

Killing every youkai that crossed his path didn’t help.

Destroying a fair number of trees just got messy.

He did not wish to expose Rin to any harm, as it would be impractical to wound his ward, and Jaken was not helping. His remaining option was to seek another outlet.

The faintest whiff of smoke and flowers reached his sensitive nose, and he paused on the next branch, stilling with only the faintest settling of his garments and hair. Slow measured breaths analyzed the smells coming from opposite directions.

The smoke was most definitely from a campfire. Rich undertones of wood from the trees surrounding him laced through the dusky smoke smell. Other scents faintly accompanied the smoke, but not enough to discern their origin.

The flowery notes wafted from a slightly closer location. It was the oddest mixture of blooms, most of which did not grow together. Sesshomaru inhaled a bit more deeply. There was something else, earthy, a bit spicy and more complex. The combination of smells drew him to investigate. He assured himself that it was merely to ascertain how those scents could be combined, not out of a desire so base as curiosity. Rin would be pleased to see so many different flowers, and her squeals did provide temporary amusement.

Sesshomaru dropped effortlessly to the ground and traced the scent with his keen senses. It seemed quite a distance from where he had paused, but long unhurried strides led him closer with remarkable swiftness. The complexity and strength of the smell increased as he progressed. A faint sense of someone’s presence gave him the barest pause, but he merely shielded himself and continued.

He slowed and eventually stopped with the light murmur of voices. Silent footsteps brought him to the edge of a tiny clearing, and he was unconsciously careful to stay hidden until he chose to reveal himself. The bubbling of water and low laughter reached his sensitive ears, and he jumped effortlessly to a tree branch overhead to better ascertain the source of that uncommon scent.

The clearing held a bubbling hot spring with two human female occupants. A small warm glow from a paper lantern accentuated rather than illuminated the night. Sesshomaru snorted internally at the need for such a tool. He did not need assistance to see clearly.

He noted a lack of flowers. The flowery smell seemed to be originating strongly from several odd containers at the edge of the spring. The combination of scents was remarkably intriguing, and pulled at the edges of his awareness. The earthier, more complex scents, two unique strains, were coming from the ningen. They were oddly pleasing in combination, more so then each alone could be.

Normally, he wouldn’t waste another moment contemplating any female or ningen, but the heady combination of scents held him still. The restlessness abated somewhat as the smell permeated his senses.

His appraisal of the situation had taken mere seconds, so he turned his attention to the two women.

“. . .was such a long walk today.”

“Mmm, that’s why the spring feels so good.”

The second woman was stretching long tan arms overhead, giving an interesting view of the tops of her breasts. The first was trying to massage her own shoulders, small moans of discomfort emitting from her mouth.

“I should start packing less. I swear that backpack never gets lighter, even after that baka eats all the ramen.”

“Your shoulders hurt Kagome-chan?”

That name was familiar. Sesshomaru flicked his gaze over the features of the women, and discovered to his slight irritation that the women were the companions of his idiot half-brother.

‘Explains why they are unguarded.’

His thoughts wandered briefly to the smoky smell some good distance away. Leaving now would be prudent, as he had no patience for the blustering hanyou this evening. The edge of restlessness rose again, but the scent from the spring kept him from leaving just yet.

“Yes, they are really tight, Sango-chan,” the miko responded. “What could I do to convince you to touch me with those magic hands?”

Sesshomaru raised one elegant eyebrow at the subtle innuendo in the woman’s voice. It remained in place at the low blushing laugh that Sango emitted. There was a slight rise in one of the earthen scents, like sweet-spicy sake over a ripe rice field. The water caressed the taijiya’s form as she drifted towards the other woman.

“I’m sure I’ll think of something.”

A spike in the more delicate earthen scent, like plums and jasmine in a sweet cedar bowl, mixed with the other and the scent of flowers. Sesshomaru began to feel a slight tug on his youkai at the potent mixture.

Kagome turned around eagerly, showing a little pinked skin as she rose slightly from the spring and leaned against the bank. Sango moved in behind her and began kneading the miko’s shoulders. A long, low moan sounded from her lips as her head lolled forward onto the bank. Sesshomaru inhaled slightly as that noise further tugged on his baser nature.

He drank in the intriguing sight before him. For a while, the taijiya worked diligently on the miko’s muscles and back, pressing with firm strokes. After some time, her motions became slower, more gentle, and her hands drifted further and further down the miko’s back. A long stroke up Kagome’s sides brought Sango’s fingertips brushing along the curve of the other woman’s perky breasts. Kagome whimpered a little as Sango withdrew.

“So, what do I get?” Sango intoned, her deeper voice passing like silk over Sesshomaru’s nerves.

Kagome turned around, face flushed. She placed her hands on Sango’s shoulders, keeping her eyes locked on the taijiya’s as she drew her hands down to Sango’s breasts, cupping the generous peaks and lifting them a little out of the water. Kagome leaned in and gently brought her lips to Sango’s. The other woman groaned and drew her arms around Kagome’s waist, pressing their hips together underneath the bubbling spring waters. The flickering lantern cast delightful fingers of light across their slick bodies.

Sesshomaru released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. The smell of flowers and the combination of their spicy and sweet arousal was intoxicating. Watching the two women pleasure each other with such passion caused his youkai to roar to life, cracking his control.

Sesshomaru decided that this qualified as a diversion.

He dropped from his perch behind the trees and strode purposefully into the clearing. The women continued kissing for a moment longer, drawing apart with a gasp when he dropped his concealing shield. Sango pushed Kagome behind her back, eyes darting towards the pile of clothing at the other side of the spring. Sesshomaru snorted internally at her presumption that she could defend herself against him naked and barely armed. Her fierceness made her all the more appealing to his youkai.

“Sesshomaru! What do you want,” Sango growled. He did not answer, merely stood and waited for their reaction.

Sesshomaru felt Kagome’s eyes roam over his form. The brown pools widened a little as they lowered towards the proud tent in the front of his hakama. She murmured softly into the taijiya’s ear, nodding in his direction. Sango’s eyes flicked towards the same spot, only breaking eye contact with him for the barest second. Kagome continued to murmur into her ear, caressing the taijiya’s shoulder. Sesshomaru didn’t need to listen to the words, the miko’s heavy gaze and light licking of lips spoke volumes. The taijiya was softening just a bit under Kagome’s words.

Sesshomaru realized a small show of truce would move things along. He was becoming impatient for this diversion to continue. He slowly reached his hand towards his sword belt, never breaking eye contact with Sango. With a swift movement, the belt and swords dropped to the soft earth. The two women gasped a little, a slow smile growing across Kagome’s face.

“I told you,” the miko said lowly.

Kagome drifted around from behind the taijiya, fingers trailing along the other woman’s shoulder as she moved towards Sesshomaru. Rivulets of water streamed down her curves, and he held back the urge to lick every slick inch. Kagome threw a little look over her shoulder at Sango, who followed.

Sesshomaru took a moment to appreciate the difference in the two women’s bodies. Kagome looked soft and pale, the barest tan showing what her indecent garments barely hid. Her hips were slender, and pert round breasts turned up enticingly on her chest, especially with the deeper breaths she was taking. Sango was more athletic, olive skin lightly creased with muscles and spidery scars that enhanced rather than detracted from her beauty. She was also more voluptuous, her generous breasts full and ripe for the tasting.

Kagome stopped just in front of his left side, smiling at him seductively. Sango stopped next to Kagome, interest stirring in her dark brown eyes.

“Would you mind removing your armor, Sesshomaru? It will be hard to appreciate you otherwise.”

He chose to ignore the lack of honorific, and wordlessly concurred. It would be nearly impossible for the women to remove the spiky breastplate, and while the thought of tasting their sweet blood was enticing, he doubted they would agree. With a practiced flick of his hand the heavy metal joined his swords on the ground behind him.

Kagome swayed up to his side almost immediately, delicate fingers reaching up to stroke down his neck and lightly grasp his collar. Sango followed to his other side, and both women drew his kimono off his shoulders to hang at his waist. He curled his arm around Kagome as she placed small hands on her side of his broad chest, drawing her up into a deep kiss. She felt as soft as she looked, and her plum/cedar smell accentuated her sweet taste. Sesshomaru was pleased at the low moan his seeking tongue produced in her.

Sango’s rougher fingers stroked and pressed sensual patterns on his chest, respectfully avoiding the arm that had re-grown to just above the elbow. She traced the markings that rested just below his peck, hot mouth licking along the top of his ribs. Her breasts pressed against his side, hard nipples creating their own fiery trails along his skin.

Releasing the miko’s mouth, he let her slide down his form slowly, enjoying the flush on her skin. He kept a hand on her lower back and turned to the taijiya, bending down to taste her lips. Sango cupped his face with one hand, the other gripping his chest. Her spicy kiss was forceful, and their tongues warred for dominance. Kagome slipped to her knees to work on his belt, so he brought his hand to one of Sango’s breasts to coax her into submission. His claws lightly scraped at her sensitive skin, swirling in almost-touches around one dark nipple. The spike in her spicy sake smell and the long shudder that went through her body made him smirk into her lips. He bent her just a little with the force of his kiss, her breasts arching willingly into his large hand.

Sesshomaru pulled away from Sango’s lips as he felt his hakama loosen. All his remaining garments fell with a light shuff to his feet. With a graceful motion, he stepped out of his boots and piled silk, the women moving smoothly along with him.

Sango began kissing and nipping down his chest as Kagome cupped his rear and dragged nails up the inside of his leg. He growled back in his throat in pleasure as their touches and tastes increased in intensity. Their heady aroma and practiced hands made his already stiff member to stand taller in front of him.

He looked down at them with dark golden eyes when one smooth hand stroked the underside of his arousal. Kagome and Sango were both kneeling in front of him, eyeing each other with mischievous smiles over his manhood. They leaned in towards each other and kissed, tongues dancing sensuously before his eyes. The heat of their bodies hovered near his aching hardness, brushes of silken hair just as maddening as the light breaths on his skin.

They parted as his growl deepened, and lowered just enough to both trail long licks along his cock. He hissed in pleasure as Sango’s hand gripped his arse and Kagome’s gently fondled his sac. His hand tangled in Kagome’s chestnut locks, eyes riveted to the erotic sight of both women pleasuring him.

Sesshomaru’s eyes widened just a bit when their lips met around his cock, tongues flicking along his shaft as they moved up and down. A wonderful vibration started as Kagome began to moan. He caught a glimpse of Sango’s other hand slowly moving in and out of Kagome’s folds. Kagome moved her mouth to take in his nearly purple head, Sango continuing to lick and suck around the base of his cock. Kagome’s moans wrapped around him, and he felt the edges of his awareness begin to turn white.

Abruptly he pulled from their lips, lowering to his knees. He pushed Kagome to lie down in front of him, drawing her hips up to meet his. Eying the taijiya, he took one hand and pulled her to stand over the miko’s waist. A few kisses along the bottom of her breasts and strokes with long fingers in Kagome’s folds enticed them to follow his desires.

Sesshomaru angled his tip into Kagome’s dripping heat, enjoying her passionate cry as he filled her. He bared his teeth for a moment as he adjusted to her magnificent tightness. Both of her legs wrapped around his waist, encouraging him to thrust more within her. He did so with a groan, bringing his hand around to cup Sango’s firm rear. Pulling her just a bit closer, his long tongue snaked out to tease her wet folds, finding the firm nub of her clitoris. The taste of her juices was even better than her smell.

Kagome’s quivering wet heat encased his hardness, and Sango’s intoxicating taste danced across his tongue. Sango gripped his head between her legs, urging him to go deeper with moans and little thrusts of her hips. His tongue sought out her entrance, alternating between flicking her bud and stabbing as deep as possible within. He timed the thrust of his hips to the motions of his tongue, and soon the women were crying out in tandem.

Sango came into his mouth just before Kagome’s inner muscles rippled up and down his cock. The taijiya gasped quietly into her climax, while the miko let out a long, low moan that echoed through the clearing. He felt Kagome slow just a little, and he pulled out suddenly, turning Sango and bringing her to her knees over Kagome. A clawed hand held her hip as he thrust into her slick, hot entrance. She was more snug than Kagome, gripping him with an almost painful tightness. He saw Kagome lean up to take Sango’s lips, her hands playing with Sango’s breasts as they swayed with his thrusts.

As soon as the taijiya was thrusting back to him with abandon, Sesshomaru reached down to insert three fingers into Kagome, mimicking his movements into Sango as he had before with his tongue. The miko moaned into Sango’s mouth, the sound vibrating through the other woman.

The sucking tightness of Sango’s core, the feeling of Kagome quivering around his fingers, and the stunning sight of the women making out beneath him became too much. He growled deeper, thrusting at an almost inhuman speed into their bodies. They came one after another with a cry, and his world turned white as he climaxed with a restrained snarl.

Sesshomaru came back to himself lying on his back between the two panting females. He sat up, allowing them to casually pick a few stray leaves out of his hair before standing. They both watched him as he dressed efficiently, buckling on his armor and swords with practiced ease. Low murmuring followed by light splashes told him they had returned to the spring, and the floral aroma that had originally beckoned to him floated through the air. He glanced back to see them both covered in fluffy foam, obviously a soap of some kind.

He drifted into the trees, springing into the night sky without another look at the pair. On the way back to his encampment he contemplated finding his own spring to bathe. After a moment he decided against it.

The smell was too interesting to wash off just yet.