Dark Touch

Author's Note: Special thanks goes to pseudohanyou for doing the bet'ing for this fic. You should check out her fics. She's my first dark love.

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It wasn’t about sex. It was purely for power, control. And if it was ever to turn into sex, it would never be because he needed the woman to get off. Oh, no, never that, he needed nothing and wanted even less.

She should have known better than to approach him all those years ago. However, being the gentleman that he was, he did warn her.

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How did it start?

In the forest…

In their travels…

When she bled...

Perhaps, it simply was meant to happen when…

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It hurt. Though small, the cut continued to sting each time she so much as winced, grimaced, or moved her cheek. She always was accident prone these days. This one was no different. Unlike all the other times when Jaken was available to play nurse maid, he was not there. The task went to the unhappy Taiyoukai instead. And he would have to touch her.

So, there she sat before him, trembling and in a slight amount of pain when he kneeled before her petite frame.

A bowl of steamed herbal water and cloth already at hand, he slowly brought the wet cloth against the wound and paid particular attention to the deepest parts. He did not like this, for this was a sign of his hesitation. He should have gotten to her sooner.

Aside for the occasional twitch of an eye, she was the perfect patient. Finally, due to sheer morbid curiosity, he had to know what it felt like: This human skin.

Task completed, though she did not know this, he brought the tips of his sheathed fingertips to her cheek and touched her.

He already knew that it would not be the feel of silk or roses. But this, this feeling of touch brought something else entirely. The very essence of her mortality rose just on the surface of her skin and instead of making him recoil with its truth it made him consider something which he rarely believed interesting. Alive, he thought, the word danced across his mind and shot little sparks of warmth through his finger up to his hand.
Did she do this consciously? No. However, the truth made him realize how much of herself she was willing to give to him, even if she had yet to know it.

He stopped. The trance between them had come to an end. He would not linger on such unnecessary fascinations.

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When Jaken returned, all is as it should have been.

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He watched her. The flames of the fire continued to dance across her sleeping form and gave her skin the appearance of molten bronze and settings suns. His hand still continued to spark with the memories of moments past. She was warm.

He did not know what to think of this…Desire? Fascination? Hesitation? Yet, the side that was of less mind, less civil, the part that did not think in terms of reason but want, the primordial animal, darkness incarnate, had already decided that this touch that caused such sensations deserved only what a youkai could give. Taint her, whispered the monster that was just below the skin.

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Jaken away, another opportunity presented itself.

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Another night, another fire, and still his mind kept saying to him: Warm. Alive. Mine.

Deeper still, his baser self would hint: Mine to protect. Mine to control, to devour whole in any way I please.

It was finally enough. He walked across the fire towards the sleeping form. And when he touched her, just like before, the feelings returned. Only this time, with more fervor, burning. How could he resist?

Her eyes began to open. She was ready to rise before him, but he did not look away; he was not ashamed but said,

“ Lie back, Rin, and close your eyes.”

There was no hesitation on her part, nothing to hint that she would question him.

He opened her kimono; her eyes remained closed; he stared and stared, and continued to refuse himself the pleasure of touching her. So much time passed, but then not enough for someone who had seen too many centuries pass with nothing significant to remember them by.

He touched her, dragging his claws softly against her supple body.

She trembled, gooseflesh peppering her skin, reacting to a chill that only existed in touch and not air. Her eyes remained closed. She would never move from this position. And the more that she obeyed, the darker part of the Taiyoukai would slowly move closer to the surface, deepening the amber of his focused eyes.

“Touch yourself.”

Whether it was the sound of his voice or the command which it entailed, her eyes shot open, and she tried to question only to have it stopped with the elegant, commanding claw pressed gently against her fragile lips.

He did not want her voice. That innocent, childish voice would break the trance. He would have none of it. Besides, he was never interested in fucking a child, not when he could molest the woman.

He saw the thoughts play across her face, questions in her eyes, curiosity trembling against her lips. But those emotions quickly faded when she began following the course that his hands had only to realize that she too could bring about those same sensations. Hands played across pebbled nipples; fingers brushed against swollen flesh. What was this feeling that made her shiver and ache all over?

“Don’t stop” pierced her hesitations. She continued feverishly, closing her eyes even tighter in determined concentration, searching for that ever elusive something that was so close to the attainable.

Moments passed, and the hot fire seemed to make her skin glow. His eyes were now burning. The demon Lord finally decided that he was quite done watching the show. Quickly, he spread her legs and began passing his long tongue against her hottest of places. And as he had guessed, she became wanton and desperate for him.

Abruptly stopping, eyes locked on eyes, he asked her the only question that he would EVER ask her.

“Rin, do you wish fro me to stop?” his eyes glowed with firelight and he smiled, “It would be better for you if you wished me so.”

“N-no, my Lord,” she panted, “More…please.”

His eyes then gleamed wickedly at her. Getting up, he saw confusion resting on her face, pain of a different sort coursing through her body.

“Foolish girl, then finish it yourself.”

After all, it was not like she could now claim ignorance on the matter.