Nothing but silence surrounded the pair on the forest ground. Sesshomaru was still glaring at Nazoki, and she continued to scowl at him. The air was stiff, and she wondered what he would do. The lord had firmly pinned her in place, clearly taking advantage of his conjured left arm. He leaned up, and held the hairpin in view, as if he was taunting her, yet scolding at the same time. Snarling at the man, Nazoki tried to snatch the pin away. He calmly held it out of reach, dodging each furious attempt at defiance.

Rage boiled within the lord at the thought of Nazoki living amongst those humans. Working, as any common woman would, and indulging the sick fantasies of the men with her graceful dances. That had nothing to do with the scent on her, but he would get to the smell later. For now, Nazoki needed to apologize and return to the group. She had no right to act as a human wench would. She was not like them, and never could be. Even if she disguised herself with dark hair, and abandoned her powers in their presence. Moreover, to let that man playfully whip her, how dare she? No doubt, had she been flirting and dancing the entire time she was away; completely forgetting him in her fun and games.

"Get off of me." Hissing the words, Nazoki tried to weasel her way from under the lord. He tightened his legs around her, inhibiting all movement. Though he had been holding her down with one hand the vixen leaned up, as best she could. Still attempting to snatch the hairpin from his hand, she clenched her teeth and kicked her legs.
"What do you think you're doing?! Leave me be, and return Arashi's pin!"
Much to Sesshomaru's surprise, she tried to shove him away. Over some dead kitsune named Arashi. And she thought he would obey her commands, and slink away? Well, he thought not. Not one bit. Nazoki pushed against the man's chest, ranting and raving. My, she had a colorful vocabulary. Who would have known? When she almost managed to steal the pin back, the lord tossed it over his shoulder. Who knew how far it went? Definitely not Sesshomaru. Or Nazoki. Punishment; it has been served.

Gasping, Nazoki froze.
"You- You- How dare you?! My- Let me go!"
Coldly glaring down at the vixen, Sesshomaru restrained her furious struggle. She kicked her legs, and tried to buck him off her. He was slightly surprised at her strength, yet it was no match for him. When she found that there was no hope in escaping, Nazoki gave up. Clenching her teeth, she glared up at the man. Without a second thought, the vixen slapped him. Sesshomaru remained in place, gazing to the side. Neither moved for what felt like hours, yet was only seconds. Of course, Sesshomaru could have moved. He could have gripped her wrist, yet chose not to. He felt his eyes flash, yet fought the urge to give in.

Slowly turning back to Nazoki, he found her staring up at him wide eyed. The lord snarled at her, and a low growl rumbled within him. Snatching her wrist, he pinned her in place, and bared his fangs. Nazoki pressed herself into the ground, grimacing.
"Ignorant fool, you still lack understanding?"

Turning her head, the vixen gazed up at him from the corners of her eyes. When she saw the flash of the lord's eyes, she knew she had gone too far.
"You associate with the likes of those humans, and flaw your skin to please them? To serve them?"

The words were a low growl, and with each passing second, the lord closed the space between them. Nazoki tried to press herself further into the crater around her. Before Sesshomaru's eyes, the vixen started to turn to water; hoping to seep into the ground. He dug a single nail into her wrist, and the pain sidetracked her. When she cried out, the woman immediately snapped to her physical form, she glared at him.

"You go nowhere. You will listen." Hissing the words, the lord emanated a low warning growl. Nazoki cringed, nervously shifting her gaze to a large tree a short distance away.
"Have you no shame? You deny me, and leave without a second thought, only to reside with the likes of them? Dare you strike me once more, and test my patience? You will come with this one."

Frowning, Nazoki peered up at the man. She shook her head, and he narrowed his golden eyes at her. Though the woman tried to lean up, the lord dug his nail further into her skin, signaling that she was not permitted to move. Nazoki whimpered, and abandoned the motion; staring at him through squinted eyes.
"You told me to leave. Your requests have been used, you have no right- telling me what to do. If you wanted me to stay, you would not have released me! Why would you come to taunt me with superiority?! Have I not kept my word?! Not a single care, remained untended! I- I did everything you asked and more! Now you-"

"Silence. Dispose of that obscene disguise, and collect your things." Cutting the vixen off, Sesshomaru tightened his grasp around her. Nazoki's expression fell, and her curls slowly regained their usual crimson shade. The vixen's ears appeared, and she shifted her gaze; obviously hurt by his words. He pulled her to her feet, and nudged her towards the town. Still irritated by his seemingly random actions, Nazoki turned back to the lord.

"I will do no such thing! You are not my master!" Immediately teary eyed, the woman started to frantically search the ground for her hairpin. Sesshomaru watched as she walked in the direction he had thrown it in, intensely studying the ground. She was still disobeying him; completely ignoring his words, and warnings. When the distance between them widened, the lord had reached his limit. How long did she expect him to endure her foolishness?

Silently stalking over to Nazoki, he gripped her shoulder, and spun her around.
"What did this Sesshomaru say?" The lord spoke through clenched teeth, snapping between himself and his beast. He could wait no longer. Clearly, Nazoki did not understand. Maybe her time with the humans had tainted her mind. Whatever the case, he would not have it. The vixen backed away, scowling at him as if he was the one at fault.

"How many times must I, Sesshomaru, repeat those words? Do as you are told!"

The lord pulled Nazoki against himself, and she struggled to push away. Of course, he didn't budge. It was as if a bug was fighting a lion, or in his case, a giant dog. She had no chance.
"Release me! You- You have no right-"
Grabbing hold of her hair, the lord firmly held her in place.
"No." A low growl escaped the lord, and he bared his fangs.
"No?" Scowling, Nazoki mirrored his gesture, as if to say she would not back down.

Nazoki's growl was not intimidating in the slightest. Sesshomaru was more annoyed by her attempt at defiance. The lord tightened his hand; wrapping an arm around her back.
"No." He echoed, and without warning, the lord crashed his lips to hers. She would obey him. He would not have it any other way. It made no sense for her to be so infuriated with him, and though she struggled to break free of his steely grasp, she knew it was in vain. The vixen tried to move backwards but Sesshomaru followed; still assaulting her with his mouth.

A protesting groan escaped the woman as she was pinned against the thick trunk of a tree. The lord pushed his way past her lips, and the persistent shoves against his chest lost force; dying down to weak nudges. Tightening his arm around the small of her back, Sesshomaru nipped the woman's lower lip, earning a protesting hum. When Nazoki bit him back, he knew she had drawn blood, yet could not find it within himself to care. The lord hastily moved his lips to her neck, and Nazoki weakly smacked his armor as his teeth grazed her skin.

Low gasps of pain, and contradictory pleasure parted the woman's lips as a leg was forced between hers. Fangs sank into her neck, and Nazoki's head rolled back. Barely able to continue her protests, she nudged the man back. The lord refused to move, and bit down once more. Pleasure was derived from the pained moan he received; urging him to continue.

"Sesshomaru- Don't-" Nazoki's words were cut off by his tongue slipping over her wounds. A low snap attempted to grasp her attention, yet the vixen barely noticed when Sesshomaru's armor detached itself, and was flung to the ground behind him. The lord gripped her arm, and with one quick motion ripped the sleeve away, before pressing himself against her once more. Nazoki tried to sway the lord when his claws slipped over her dress, yet she found herself grabbing hold of his haori and pulling him closer. The unintended change of action seemed to push the man farther, and their surroundings faded into a stone wall.

"Stop-" The pleading tone did not seem sincere, when accompanied with the fact the she was pulling him against herself. Sesshomaru bit her once more before crashing his lips back to hers, and dragging her dress up her thigh. Nazoki pushed his hand away, yet he grabbed her wrist and placed her arm around his shoulders. Sharp talons could be felt, tracing up Nazoki's leg and the lord tightly squeezed her thigh. The man resumed his actions, harshly kissing and tugging at her clothes. Though she wanted to protest, Nazoki returned his gesture, and pulled his haori ajar; exposing the man's chest. He paused for a split second, and Nazoki could have sworn she saw him smirk before resuming.

Not breaking the contact of their lips, the lord scooped Nazoki up by the back of her thighs. She held his shoulders for balance, and wrapped her legs around him as he pinned her to the tree, and trailed a single nail down her chest; slicing the fabric of her dress. When the man started to draw her energy through their kiss, Nazoki moaned into his lips. never before had Sesshomaru initiated the flow of energy, yet he was being greedy. A small platform was weaved underneath her, and Sesshomaru barely set Nazoki down. She was still at the same level, and perfectly positioned in front of him. Though he had created the seat, Sesshomaru only intended to use it for one reason. He pulled Nazoki forward, pressing himself against her.

When she moaned, his tongue invaded her mouth, and her nails dug into his back, counteracting the healing of his bleeding lip. The vixen deepened her nails, obviously begging that he return her strength. The immediate surge of power had intoxicated the lord, and he obliged; positive that Nazoki could take no more. The moment he allowed her to draw her energy back, Nazoki fully leaned into him. The talons in his back were retracted, and Sesshomaru felt the familiar tightening of his chest, which only intensified, as the vixen's nails trailed down his skin. Tugging at his pants, the lord freed himself, and pulled Nazoki to the edge of the bench. Though he knew she had healed after their first encounter, he would not play so nicely this time.

Nazoki had still left, and practically refused him. When she broke the flow of their energy, he mercilessly thrust into her, earning a shrill cry of pain. Once more, her nails tightened; bunching the fabric of his haori. Sesshomaru groaned at the sensation of her renewed grasp, still finding himself unaccustomed to her grasp. The vixen immediately retracted said talons, and attempted to push him back.

"Sesshomaru-"
"Hush." The man growled, pinning her once more. He started to move against her, ignoring the opposing moans.
"Fuck y-" The words were cut off when the lord grasped Nazoki's jaw. He narrowed his eyes at her, coming to a halt. A cruelly playful smirk teased the corner of his lips, and he locked her gaze to his.
"Is that not what you are doing?"

When Nazoki growled at him, his smirk grew more prominent. The man snapped his fangs at her, and her growl was quickly retracted. One quick movement was all that was needed to reposition the woman. She found herself leaned onto the tree over the short platform, with her back to the lord. He pressed himself against her, and pulled her back to his chest.
"Do you oppose me?" As the man spoke, he traced a nail up her neck; sliding her hair out of the way. Nazoki leaned into him, softly murmuring what she expected to be an insult but turned into a "No" half-way. How the hell did that happen?

The lord gripped the long fabric of her dress with both hands and a loud rip filled the air. An unevenly torn skirt was all that remained, as the remnants of the prohibiting fabric were tossed to the ground. After pushing the short skirt up, Sesshomaru re-entered her, and sank his fangs into Nazoki's neck, earning a sharp cry. Reaching behind herself, the vixen wrapped a hand in the man's hair. Her head fell back onto his shoulder, filling the man with her voice. His motions roughened, only to be reflected by the hand in his hair. Grasping her thigh, Sesshomaru dug his nails into her skin. Nazoki moaned in pain, and placed a hand on the tree; leaning forward. Sesshomaru continued to harshly rock against her, groaning in pleasure. She was not supposed to be enjoying this. Apparently, the vixen did not mind his violent motions. If anything, her tone seemed to rise with lust.

Why couldn't she understand? He had made himself clear, as clear as he could, at least. He did not know what she expected of him, or why she acted as though he meant nothing. In a position like this, the woman's desires were obvious; he knew that she wanted him as badly as he craved her. Though he would never say it, he had missed her. For the vixen to refuse to return was unexpected, and unacceptable.

The lord grasped the hand in his hair, guided it around Nazoki's torso. She locked their fingers together, moving her hips against his. What did it take to punish her? Nails raked up her thigh, and pushed her to the tree trunk. Sesshomaru moved his hand from under hers, and to her clit. A loud moan met his teasing, and the vixen tightened around him. Her actions paused, only to be replaced with tempting squirms in a weak attempt at escaping his expertly positioned fingers.

Pulling away from her, Sesshomaru turned her around once more. He could not fully enjoy himself with her back to him.
"This Sesshomaru wishes to see your face. "

Nazoki frowned at the man, as he stepped against her once more. She wrapped an arm around his shoulder, and connected their lips. When the vixen's leg moved up the side of his, Sesshomaru supported it with one hand and moved back inside of the woman. The plan was not to be gentle, or lose himself in her kiss. He could not allow himself to be swayed. Breaking his lips from hers, the lord growled.

Despite that fact, Nazoki pulled him back, and his motions slowed. He was losing! No, he was tricking her into thinking she won. Of course, she had no effect on him. He did not care if he hurt her, or if she wanted to serve humans and mate some despicable kitsune. Yet, the moment the woman started to drain his energy, he felt his resolve weaken. Biting her lower lip, the man pulled back and slammed into her. A pained cry graced his ears, and he continued to move. She would not trick him.

The woman moaned his name, and he felt himself internally cringe. It was true that he did not want her to have fun, and to know that she was enjoying his rough motions angered him. Sesshomaru shoved Nazoki back on the seat behind her, and gripped her hips. As he forced himself as deep as possible, another gasp met him. Moving his hand from her hip, the man placed his thumb on the nub of flesh between them; arching her back. Nazoki immediately tensed and leaned into his chest, gripping the man's haori. Her leg wrapped around the lord and he groaned; sensing her and his own limit draw near. Inching to the vixen's neck, he scraped his fangs over her skin. Nazoki wrapped an arm under his haori, and around his back; her voice ringing in his ears. When fangs sank into his own neck, Sesshomaru released, automatically biting down on her flesh, and pushing her over the edge. The vixen joined him with a loud groan, and her nails sank into his back.

The pair froze, tightly holding one another in place, before releasing breaths, which seemed to have been held for centuries. Panting, they leaned into one another, as their bliss subsided, and relaxation took their muscles. Sesshomaru stepped back, and Nazoki released him, opting to lean back into the tree. Still attempting to catch her breath, the vixen shifted her gaze, and wiped a hand over the side of her face. Gazing at a leaf, the lord moved it to his hand. Ina matter of seconds, he had rinsed himself. He then moved in front of Nazoki, and did the same for her. She breathlessly thanked him as he stepped back once more.

Sesshomaru barely adjusted his clothes, not bothering to fix his haori. He watched as Nazoki smoothed her dress as if it could be fixed. She glanced at Sesshomaru before sliding off the wooden platform on the tree, and stepping to his side. The seat behind her faded, as Nazoki straightened his garb. The woman avoided his gaze the entire time, yet slowly moved to his lips. The lord allowed her to drain his strength, as he already expected her to remove his mark. When Nazoki started to pull away, Sesshomaru gripped her hair, and locked her in a deeper kiss, stealing his energy back, and healing himself as well.

When Nazoki broke the contact, she had made sure that the energy was properly distributed; of course, giving the lord the most because he was stronger. As she stepped back, Sesshomaru watched her every move; witnessing the woman form an illusion around herself. In a matter of seconds her dress had been recreated, her ears disappeared, and her hair darkened. The lord dropped the illusion around the pair, and extended his hand to the side. Nazoki stared at said hand, and her hairpin flew back to him.

Coldly glaring at the woman, Sesshomaru offered it back. A soft smile curled the vixen's lips as she gently tugged the pin from his fingers.
"Smile." The man commanded, still observing her reaction.
When Nazoki peered up at the man, he pushed past her and started away. She remained in place, with a hand over her chest, wondering if she should let him leave so suddenly. Almost out of nowhere, he halted. The lord fixed a single narrowed eye on the vixen over his shoulder, and tightened his jaw.

"This Sesshomaru expects you to pack your things and leave that vile, human infested place."
Nazoki's jaw dropped, and the lord leapt away before she could respond.

Huffing in frustration, the vixen scowled. It was obvious that he was not going to let her have a say in the matter. Without a word, she stormed away.


A/N: Wow this update took forever! And citrus this early should be forbidden! But uh... It was worth it, Lol. Sesshy is so funny, running off to get the last word, LOL
I hope you enjoyed the chapter, and thank you all for your reviews! :)

Special thanks to NonieBee (4352183), for contributing to this chapter! She's an amazing writer, you should check out her profile, and her Gintama story "Reuniting With The Lost" (8747858) and "Reuniting Makes New Beginnings" (9130939) Gin/OC. Also, she has a new Death Note story, "Left Behind " (9368877) L/OC (It's freakin awesome,if you like Death Note, check it out! :D)