Territorial Markings

Romance/Humour

Summary: What's Sesshoumaru to do when asked, "Do you mark... trees... like... a dog?" Calamity ensues that's what, by teaching Kagome a few new lessons. Kag/Sess Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, but I'm pretty sure that everyone here wishes they do. Just let Rumiko Takahashi know that if she doesn't want the owning privileges any more, I'd be more than happy to take the weight off her shoulders. ...If only I could draw dammit.

Last Time: "Sesshoumaru-sama," she began sweetly, intentionally adding his title so as to show her respect for his stature. Glimpsing the slight tilt of his thin, silvery right brow, she braced herself, took a deep breath and asked her last question.

"Do you mark... trees... like... a dog?"

Eyebrows twitched and blood vessels popped. Ouch.

Chapter Two
Nose Biting

Instantly the young miko found her back pressed tightly and harshly against, well, a tree. A rather large tree with an unspeakable amount of rough bark that would scrapes 'til the next blue moon. Other than that Kagome was perfect fine with the bright violet stripped wrist choking life from her. Yeah, perfect fine. Oh yes, she was just dandy. NOT!

"Get... off of... me!" She gasped, desperately clawing and scratching at the own demon's pristine clawed hand.

Angered, it only served to increase the pressure on her already near-to-death-snapping neck. The strain on her fragile throat was unbearably close to bringing her to tears, but she'd be damned for regretting her actions, even if she couldn't breathe. Fighting the wannabe leaky tear ducts, faint watery blue eyes tempted to intently glare into Sesshoumaru's golden orbs, challenging him to do it. To take the final step and twist her ill-gotten head off. All she did was ask a simple question. No need to get hussy about it!

Sesshoumaru hissed out his absolute fury to the suffocating priestess. "You dare insult this Sesshoumaru." It was a clear statement. He wouldn't waste his air asking her, she was nearly dead anyways. Cheeks once flushed with a blushing pink were now pale, dull and almost lifeless.

Kagome wheezed, "S-simple... c-ca-question. ...Not ...t-too ha-ard t-to an-answer..." She internally groaned when the waterworks started. If the aristocratic assassin hadn't decided on killing her for relating him to a lowly human's mongrel pet, then he'd surely main and kill her slowly for shedding tears on him.

Squeezing harder on the poor girl, a low threatening murmur spilled out from the silver taiyoukai's tightened white lips. "You forget, fool," seeing her head starting to lull to the side from the lack of air, he pricked the sides of the miko's neck with his claws. Satisfied when tiny droplets of her sweet fragrant blood slowly trailed down the inner grooves of her collarbones, only to intertwine with one another as the thin streams continued through the tight valley between her fully developed breasts also known as her cleavage.

The demon lord knew he had the struggling shikon priestess' ironically undying attention and finished, "The truce between your pack and this one's no longer stands now that our enemy is long past." Pausing to tighten his powerful grip on the wavering miko another time, his steady nonchalant voice carried on, "This one has endured your impudence long enough, so as not to sully his honour by breaking oath and killing his half-brother's," a pearly sharp fang revealed itself at the curl of his upper lip as he spat showing his view on his oh-so-very-much-loved half-brother, "pack member, especially his alpha bitch. You commit anymore of this audacity and you'll find yourself in the same position as the fowl hanyou, Naraku: dead."

At her minuscule nod and starting symptoms of hyperventilation, the tall regal youkai released her. Kagome, who needed the oxygen for her collapsing lungs, but still not getting any, breathlessly fell forward. The midnight strands of hair drifted upward during her fall, before gracelessly settling back down, surrounding the now unconscious time traveling teenage woman who had landed fiercely on top of the unforgiving gravel and dirt.

Sesshoumaru carelessly watched as she began her descent to the hard dirt, rocks and roots before he pivoted on his heel and sauntered back to his companions, who were apparently nowhere to be seen earlier and still not in his finely tuned sight. Remorseless at the thought of losing the half-dead female behind his person, the almighty dog demon glared at the flowery field several feet off to the clearing where Naraku and his minions were put at an end. Perplexed that Rin and Jaken relentlessly refused to comply with his wishes and appear in his line of view. Nostrils 

flared minutely when their fading scents dawned on him. Because of their headed direction he quickly determined they had witnessed his beginning spat with the miko and ran off to fetch his nerve racking bastard of a brother.

'Shit...' He should've handled the 'marking' situation better.

Turning at a one-eighty degree angle, he walked, more like floated back to the stabilizing woman, who, regrettably, earned his respect, though it was miniscule. She could have asked any of her friends, yet she foolishly stared blindly in the beast's eyes, metaphorically speaking of course, and faced him head on, while nearly losing her own head in the process. If she didn't truly know the denotation of her query, then he'd have to at least produce some explanation, if not all.

A frown marred his perfect elegant, yet masculine features. Hearing his chosen one speaking of something so intimate jarred his beast out of captivity and set his system on external haywire. Sure she was annoying as hell, but she was the most kind-hearted, loyal and loving woman he knew other than Rin, who was still considered a child for a few more years. Also, Kagome was well educated in the art of foreign tongues, and the studies of relating numbers, shapes and so on. (Hah, little did he know that English, French and mathematics were her worst subjects.)

Best of all, he found, she wouldn't be as submissive as all his spineless concubines, which he got rid of because they reeked worse than a corner pathway whore, and previous potential mates. (They never did listen to orders of bathing regularly, and as much as he wished to behead them, their soliciting fathers—later to be called pimps in the future—were lords only one or two levels lower than he. At war, he would most definitely best the three other lords, but really didn't wish to conquer their wastelands that they were so proud to rule over.) Despite Kagome's humanity, she was a true rarity. A true catch, as all those fishermen seem to say. Now he had to deal with the devastating after affects, but after he kicked her onto her side.

Spotting the slow spreading red stain on her revealing white blouse, cold molten pools, warmed briefly as their owner knelt down and lapped at the budding beads of blood at the slumbering woman's neck. Moving lower to her chest, Sesshoumaru tugged Kagome's school uniform lower so that it showed all that wasn't covered by her odd metal and cloth breast contraption and languidly licked at the exposed swells of her upper bosoms, every now and then dipping between them to collect the remaining drops of his new favoured red wine that were accumulated there just him.

Moans were residing at the base of his tongue and he fought the urge to release them. Knowing that if he ventured any further with the unaware miko's body of a temptress, she'd surely find to undoubtedly torture him in far more... creative ways. He really didn't want any more of those mentally debatable questions from her. They were far too alluring to his increasing hentai mind. 'This one has been damaged by the constant display of the monk's perverted actions.'

Leaning forward, his long, fine silvered hair fanned out creating the illusion of a glossy curtain surrounding a samurai and his mistress as she dosed, oblivious of the passing by world. He pulled back the woman's reciprocating dark locks, and whispered huskily into her ear. "As you sleep, still you persist to tempt this one." Lightly, he pressed his lips to her own and then glided up to her small petite nose.

Then, then he bit down.

When he unclenched his carefully set jaw, his chosen mate, Kagome, held a nose with four tiny pricks, just below the bridge of it. This time only a single drop form from the combined punctures, and Sesshoumaru kissed her, greedily drinking the small crimson bead up onto his animalistic tongue.

He smirked subtly. "This one," he pledged, "is now just as a potential as is his brother. One's courting done in blood, the other's done in scent."

Soon after the rustling sounds of leaves and other foliage signalled his attention as he mused, 'We'll just see... who the better at pack relating is.'


Woot! The next chapter came out in less than a week... It's a bit shorter though, but it was more fun to write. Heheheh, my mind's in the gutter XD. Thanks so much to all those that took their time to review! Some had me roflmao and others had great comments on how to make this better. :) To those who've experienced my slow updating before, this must've shock ya bit, eh? Other than that, I feel that Sesshoumaru's a bit OOC but I'm pretty sure everything else is fine... :P I couldn't get a hold of my betas at 4 in the morning XD. Soooo... was it good? Awful? Please tell me in a review!