I hope I didn't confuse anyone but Sesshomaru still has one arm...

Oh, did I mention that this story will be cliché? Like, oh my Odin Allfather, what a cliché chapter I just wrote...

And to tell you, it took guts for me to post this chapter up.

The boy was parallel to the ground, his arms and legs wading with the slow current of the water that filled the sphere. His hair rippled around his head and bubbles of air flew out of his mouth. These things were what Sesshomaru seemed to like, but what caught his eye the most was how the boy's skin would glow green with how the water moved against him.

Out of nowhere, a thought not of his own snaked its way into his head; touch the bubble... Touch it... Touch him. The thought had a naughty tone to it. A very naughty tone that even the lecherous monk would turn crimson red at.

"What is the meaning of this?" he muttered to himself.

Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes and looked from side to side, seeing if someone was whispering to him. He found no one and averted his attention back to the boy. The thought intensified until he felt his hand move on its own and graze his fingertips against the surface.

At contact, the ball collapse and a forceful gush of water collided into him. He exhaled and the instant he inhaled, he found himself full of energy. There was something in the air that delved into his inner demon and ruffled his ancient primal needs.

His eyes, now deep red, fixated itself on the boy on the ground. This time, instead of an inspecting look, he was gazing at him as if he were a delicious feast splayed out with his name on it.

The boy gave no sign of being in pain when he fell but he knew he was alive due to the small risings of his torso. Oh, that delicious looking torso with those soft, little mounds of flesh and tasty looking, pink... He sucked in a sharp breath and halted his adulty thoughts. No, this was a stranger he was fantasizing about; a complete, innocent stranger who didn't deserve to have someone creep on him, but the thoughts just gave him such a euphoric pleasure!

After minutes of admiring the boy's creamy skin glistening with water, he strode up to him and crouched down, his only hand planted in the ground for balance. The scent of the boy was intensely intoxicating, sending him further into unwanted bliss with every sniff.

It took him a while to know exactly what he was doing. He should have been appalled and shoved his hand through the boy's body, thus killing him painfully and slowly, but he was still sniffing and admiring as if he was a hungry man finally eating food for the first time.

He growled, displeased when the boy turned his back to him but then smirked as he was presented with more skin, though less interesting than the front side, but acceptable nonetheless. Sesshomaru ghosted up and down the boy's spine with his fangs, his hot breath huffing and puffing, producing goosebumps on the boy's skin. With a possessive growl in his chest, he pressed his tongue against the small of his back and slowly let it trail up until he met the boy's shoulder blades. In return, the boy trembled against him.

"I'm going to hell for this," he huffed out as he feathered kisses on the back of his neck. He was about to bite down on the juncture when the boy gave a little groan, sending shivers down Sesshomaru's body in the most pleasant ways.

Then the boy head-butted him. The boy was apparently awake and quite lively when he was. In five shakes of a lambs tail, the boy leaped away from underneath him and began to run. It angered him to the bone. It angered him because: one, he had lost his delicious feast; two, he got smashed on the head by a human boy, and three, he lost his delicious, sexy feast... Thankfully, the boy was still human and couldn't run away that fast.

Sesshomaru smirked a little. He liked it. He admittedly liked it. This boy had the guts; the ability to give a chase, and his demon liked it.

The chase was going very well. Then the boy hit a tree. It was very unfortunate, but Sesshomaru didn't care. It gave him the chance to touch and caress, feel and taste and all those sultry actions that he wanted to play out on the boy.

Sesshomaru crouched down and tenderly touched his scratched face. His chest puffed with pride and appeasement when the boy pressed his cheek firmly in his hand, seeming to enjoy his touch.

With still red eyes, Sesshomaru evaluated the damage and found it not too serious. His bottom half was fine. His calves were splotched with dirt and mud from the running though, but his toned thighs and angular hips were without a blemish. They were perfectly fine... Perfect and fine indeed.

Entranced by the supple flesh, his hand left the boy's face and went to the milky skin, his fingers making dips on the shining inner curve of the thigh that tensed at his touch. The sharp gasp made him look up and everything stopped.

This was the first time he got a real look at the boy's face. Something on the boy's face paused the world for Sesshomaru. The image made his mind go hazy, as if a big cloud had filled his head.

Then the boy screamed. What a mood-killer.

The boy bolted out of his sight as soon as the sound irritatingly pierced his ears. Sesshomaru stood and gave a small smile as the chase began again. It truly gave him a thrill he hadn't felt in centuries. Then he had to tripped on a silly little root and roll down a slope, plunging into a stream where his scent and all traces of it disappeared.

It panicked Sesshomaru in his mentally demonic state.

"What is happening to me?" he growled at himself.

He took his time to settle his nerves, and trailed after the crawling boy, his will power weakening at the sight of the glistening back and the glinting globes of the boy's bottom. He was barely himself when he knelt in front of him and cupped his cheek again. Everything just went loose and he wanted to taste every last inch of the boy.

He buried his nose and mouth in the now unconscious boy's shoulder, neck, and jaw, his tongue darting out to catch the beads of water and to taste the scent that drove him wild. He would have stopped if it were not for the small moans and hums he heard, encouraging him to lick and sniff and nip every injury until the sun had set, the moon had risen and the stars had sparkled. He stayed like that; did the same action over and over until the first sign of light on the horizon appeared. At the end, his tongue was raw and numb but his mind and body was satisfied.

With a sigh of acceptance, he took off his outer kimono and pelt and covered the boy, picked him up in his arm and headed to where his instincts told him Rin and Jaken made camp.

When he arrived at the little camp, he was greeted with the sight of Rin sleeping against Ah-Un as Jaken blinked awake.

"Lord Sesshomaru!" Jaken screeched, waking Rin in the process. "You have returned. Oh, thank heavens!"

"Good morning, Lord Sesshomaru," Rin grumbled softly, her fists rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Who's that?"

Without looking at her, he answered, "I do not know his name, but he is to stay with us from now on." He started arranging his pelt into somewhat of a makeshift bed, looking over whether the boy would be comfortable or not.

Rin nodded then stretched loudly. "He sure looks pretty. Are you going to take him as your wife?"

Jaken made an OMG face at her as Sesshomaru let out a very small smirk at the idea. "No, Rin."

"Oh," she said sadly.

"Is he dangerous, Lord Sesshomaru?" Jaken asked with an apprehensive look, his staff gripped tightly in his hand.

Sesshomaru mentally scoffed at the thought. Sure, the boy had scratched his face but that was due to a great amount of luck. The boy, with his past actions taken into account, couldn't go against a mad farmer let alone Sesshomaru, or Jaken, or that young fox demon that hung around Inuyasha.

"No," Sesshomaru stated, "but he is to be treated with as much protection as Rin. I shall check the surroundings," was all Sesshomaru said before he stood up and walked away into the forest.

Jaken kept staring at the boy with part question, part awe. Reasons on why the boy was here with them raced into his head. What had this human done to deserve Sesshomaru utmost protection? Was it because he was pretty? No! Well, yes, the boy was not bad-looking, but Lord Sesshomaru would never take someone in for just that reason. Yes, he appreciated appearance but not so much that he would offer such protection.

Perhaps it was Naraku, leading them into a trap, but Lord Sesshomaru would never fall for it. Maybe it was the doings of a witch; someone had cast a spell on the boy to captivate one of the most powerful demon in the land to gain his power, but he would never fall for that either.

Jaken went through every thought he could find but after each one, he would think of a rebuttal to them. Maybe Sesshomaru liked the boy, just like Rin, but more intimately due to the strong scent of his lord all over his body.

For Rin, she was just admiring him. He wasn't as pretty as Sesshomaru or any full demons she'd seen but he was pretty; like a flower. A cute, little flower.

He could be one of my bestest friends since Lord Sesshomaru won't make him a wife. She chirped with a nod, a sleepy smile on her face. He must be really special to have Lord Sesshomaru's puffy thing around him.

After a blissful smile and heavy lids, she shuffled towards the boy, poked his side to see if he would wake and proceeded to cuddle against him.

"Rin," he harshly whispered. "What are you doing! Get away from him. He could jump up and kill you!"

Rin looked over at him. "Lord Sesshomaru said he wasn't dangerous. He said to protect him, not to stay away from him. Besides, this is better than sleeping on the ground," she loudly whispered.

"But you could protect him from further away! What would you do if you woke up and found a strange child stuck to your side?"

"I would like it," she instantly and firmly replied.

Jaken stood there with slacked jaws. He closed his mouth and opened them again to say something, but Ah-Un nudged him back to his side, signaling him to rest.

"Go back to sleep, Master Jaken," Rin softly chimed, her sleepy smile still on her face as she curled herself into the boy's side.

Jaken shook his head as he settled down. "There's something about that boy, Ah-Un, and I don't know whether it's good or bad for us and Lord Sesshomaru."

Ah-Uh grunted in reply. Sometimes Jaken was way too paranoid.

Have a nice reading! :)

-BonBonHunny