Blood, Despair, and Sorrow
A/N: So a new journey begins my fellows; I invite you now to my ride.
Warning: This is an explicit yaoi story…you have been warned; if you don't like it then bugger off.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
Chapter 1 - Guilty.
We all know who Lord Sesshoumaru is.
Sesshoumaru; a powerful youkai Lord… A silent and enigmatic creature; he is someone who can strike fear into our hearts with just glancing in our direction.
He is the son of the Inu no Tashio; and half-brother of the hanyou Inuyasha. Also we know about his retainers: Jaken the imp, and Rin, the little human girl.
We all know about his lust for the legendary sword Tessaiga; and, we know about his hatred for the evil creature called Naraku.
But …
Although we know this much about him; we know nothing about his past.
Let us now travel back 300 years in the past. So we can find at last what we seek.
Why 300 years? You ask.
Well, that's were the real story begins….
The storm made him feel terrified.
His hands clutched with force the heavy white blankets of his bed, pulling them closer to his now cold face, attempting to cover himself from the chilly night outside of the castle. His eyes widened in fear as he waited for the storm to pass.
Oh he hated stormy nights. But not because of fear of the storm…actually he didn't care about the storm itself. No, he thought. The storm itself wasn't the problem.
He hated them because every single night like this…his father would come to him.
Yes…he came to him for that purpose.
All of this started when Sesshoumaru hit the age of puberty. Before that, his father had always been distant towards him, he never said hello to him, he never asked for his well being before. But when he turned 13… all of that changed.
Soon after that, his father would come to him every single night, to ravage his body and make Sesshoumaru feel unworthy and dirty.
After almost 6 months of sick torture; it appeared his father had grown tired of him and left him alone for a while.
Sesshoumaru never dared to tell anyone of what happened those six months, not even his mother. The main reason was because he would feel ashamed of himself.
But even if he wanted to tell her; it was an impossible task. This was because his mother was never home.
He always knew he was born only for political business, nothing more.
His mother's visits were extremely rare; but when she did visit the castle, it was only for political reasons. If he was extremely lucky, he could cross a few words with her before she left again. Not much of a mother actually.
Due to the lack of his mother's presence, he felt alone and bitter. He would talk to no one in the castle, even though there were thousands of servants who would be glad to at the least, get him to glance at their direction.
He felt truly lonely… no friends, no cousins, no mother….nothing.
It was just his father and him.
Two years had passed since his nightly activities with his father…; he had become stronger, quicker and obviously more handsome. Most of the servant girls would sigh at the sight of him.
He should have known from the beginning that his father had grown interest in him once more; he was not the crying child he used to rape anymore; he was now a handsome teen which his father could get him to respond to his touches now.
So his father came to him once again; in one stormy night. After that, his father would come only on nights with storm and thunders. Because they were the nights his father could not sleep, due to the noise outside.
One year and a half passed and his father did not seize his trips to his room…in fact; his father would come more eagerly to him because he was now a sight to behold, almost perfect body, beautiful hair, gorgeous eyes. Young too…he was turning 17 in a few weeks. What more could a man expect?
Sesshoumaru strained his ears to hear any sound coming from outside his chambers. He waited for the inevitable to come.
Soon, his heightened senses caught the sound of heavy footsteps coming his way from the other side of the hallway. Sesshoumaru closed his eyes in frustration, he was stupid enough to think the storm outside was not going to wake up his father this time.
Seconds later, Sesshoumaru heard his door slide open and soon after got closed. He immediately felt the powerful presence of his father and caught the unmistakable scent of arousal.
The scent washed through all of his scences. His heart started to beat faster in anticipation. Soon, he was heavily aroused as well.
That was what he most hated about all of this…he liked it. He liked that his father could bring him such pleasure that could drive him mad.
He felt guilty. His head would often scream at him saying that it was his father's fault he felt this way. He is your father! It screamed. You are not supposed to be doing these things with him!
He was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt a strong hand touching gently his chest and slowly slid down his body until it arrived to one of his inner thighs. 'Stop pretending my love…' he said in a silky voice as he started to caress his inner thigh. 'I know you are awake…and eager for my touches too' he whispered as he landed a feather like kiss to his lips.
Sesshoumaru could handle it no more as he reached desperately for his father hand that was caressing him; trembling, he grabbed it and guided it to the bulk of his erection, so he could work there. He soon let out a moan of pleasure.
He turned to his father and saw the deep lust his father had in his eyes as he looked at him hungrily. 'Father…' he replied, as Sesshoumaru's other hand traveled to his father's pants and started to massage expertly the now naked phallus that was presented to him. It was now his father's turn to let out a deep moan of delight.
His father bent to capture his lips one more, this time he kissed him in a more heated way. Sesshoumaru kissed back with equal or more passion as his father started to disrobe him.
Here they went again, Sesshoumaru thought bitterly. So, he would have another night of guilty pleasure, he thought bitterly, another night that despair would eat him alive. He couldn't believe himself… he enjoyed it!
It happened all over again….once again in one stormy night.
When they finished, his father clothed himself again and left with out saying a word to his own chambers, leaving Sesshoumaru naked once more in the floor shaking in pure sorrow.
He hated himself…he realized that he was starting to fall in love with his own father. And what most hurt was that his father would never love him back; because he only used him for his own needs.
Silently, Sesshoumaru made a quiet vow to himself. Someday, his father would pay dearly for what he did to him all this years…for what he made him feel.
Slowly, he put his clothes back and went to bed. His limbs were tired, and his thighs hurt like hell. He knew he was going to sleep very little that night; not because of the discomfort and pain, but because he would not be able to put his mind on ease after what happened.
Dejectedly, he closed his eyes, waiting for slumber to conquer him.
Before his mind went numb, one single tear slid his cold cheek.
Guilty.
TBC.
A/N: Once upon a time, I would have never dreamt to make a story like this, but I think its time it was done . I will not tell you what the pairings are right now…but you can guess.
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