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It was all one-sided.
This deadly battle was one-sided, the perplexing thing was that no one, not the Youkai Assassins or the Western Fangs, knew who was winning. Naraku's gang surely wasn't because they were the ones that were being cut down and killed above all. Once or twice, Sesshoumaru caught the scent of a miko, but it never stayed for more than half a second so he wasn't sure he'd actually smelled it.
Damn it all! Why were they being attacked in the first place? All they'd done was arrive at the Sieloma estate to offer 'help', but his half-brother's gang was already fighting against an unknown force, but, one thing he did know, the enemy was not Naraku's gang. No, by the looks of it, Naraku's followers and the Western Fangs had a common rival.
Seconds later, Sesshoumaru found his gang deflecting and going on the defense as they were engaged by the enemy. Blast it all! He shouldn't have listened to Kagura.
Sesshoumaru turned, his instincts saving him from a blow to his chest, however it was not sufficient for in the next instant his right side was slashed. He lurched forward, but like many times before found nothing, his poisonous claws ripping through the thick mist, but nothing more.
Then everything ended. Not a sound was heard, except the grunts and gasps from the injured, the dying and the exhausted. The attack on them ended as if had never occurred.
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Sesshoumaru walked into his front hall, covered from head to toe in blood, more than half his own. He still couldn't believe what had happened. He'd gotten there, had not been surprised to find the hanyou fighting, then, out of no where a sharp something slashed him on his right side. Thanks to his instincts he'd been able to dodge the attack, but, unfortunately, he hadn't been able to avoid it completely.
The battle was short, no more than an hour long, but many were left injured in his and Inuyasha's side. Damn it to hell. Even at the end, no one had seen who or what had made the deadly blows. Even Naraku's surviving followers were unaware of what had attacked them.
Sesshoumaru grimaced. His injuries weren't deadly, not for him anyway, but they were still hurting somewhat. Deciding that nothing was going to get done by simply standing there, he began his long trek down the halls toward his rooms. It took minutes to get there, only a few people saw him, but that didn't matter, the news of his bloodied state would be known within mere minutes.
Entering his bedroom, Sesshoumaru headed straight for his bathroom, where he proceeded to fix the water's temperature and began to unclothe himself. His hakama was the only thing left, and even that was halfway down his hips, when his door burst open.
"Sesshoumaru!" Rin screamed as she gulped for air. He was there, bloodied, more than half naked, but he was there- alive.
"What are you doing here?" Sesshoumaru asked dangerously as he turned his back to her and finished undressing.
Rin tried to suppress the blush that was working up her face, but was unable to do anything about it when he turned toward the bath, giving her a very fine view of his bloodied body.
"Leave human," Sesshoumaru ordered as he climbed into his bath.
"No. . ." Rin murmured as she took a few steps forward.
Sesshoumaru turned his head toward her, his eyes blood red, his markings jagged, the only thing keeping him from attacking her with his poisonous claws was the constant reminder in his mind of his pup. "Leave."
Rin was now right next to the bath, a frown marring her pretty brows. "No."
"Human, if you haven't noticed I'm naked and taking a bath. Leave." He ordered forcefully, using a tone that no one had ever defied, except for his father and the hanyou.
"No."
"Why not?" Sesshoumaru questioned, his control almost at the end.
"Because you're injured."
"That does not concern you." Sesshoumaru stated as he turned away from her, intent on ignoring her.
"I want to be of help, Sesshoumaru."
"Why?" He asked, but refrained from turning to look at her.
"Because I cannot bare to see you like this. Please," Rin pleaded, knowing full well that she was giving Sesshoumaru a powerful tool to use against her. But she couldn't help it, she still loved him even though she knew she was better of dead than loving Sesshoumaru. And there was something to powerful within her that prevented her retreat when the father of her baby was injured.
Sesshoumaru was speechless. What was he to say to that? Unable to come up with a useful retort Sesshoumaru growled, "Leave!"
Rin did the exact opposite. She leaned into the bath and climbed in, kimonos and all, straddling Sesshoumaru's thighs when she sank in moments later.
"What are you doing?" He said, unable to believe she had disobeyed him. Was he losing his touch?
Rin didn't answer, but proceeded to gather the soap and scrub into her hands, then began rubbing the lathered scrub meticulously on his chest until the blood was gone.
Sesshoumaru snarled, intent on reaching for her and throwing her across the room, but was frozen in place before he could lay his clawed hands on her.
Damn it! His pup was doing it again!
Rin continued her scrubbing, completely unaware of what was going on between her. And so she continued to clean Sesshoumaru off, stopping continuously to re-soap the scrub since it lost all of the soap when she scrubbed underwater. There were two areas she avoided. His wound at the right side of his abdomen and his. . . well, what made a male of any species.
Twenty minutes later, Sesshoumaru tried for the umpteenth time and found he could move. Finally, though it hardly mattered since Rin was sitting with a wide smile of accomplishment at having finished the scrubbing of his body. "Now, your hair."
"I can do that now, leave." Sesshoumaru said as he leaned forward to obtain the shampoo.
Bad idea. As he leaned forward, a certain part of him touched the wet silk of Rin's kimono and hardened. He jolted back as if he'd been stung.
Unknowing of Sesshoumaru's dilemma, Rin wiggled as she tried to stand up deciding to do as he ordered since her feet were beginning to get numb, but found the four layers of silk rather heavy. She didn't give up though and soon Sesshoumaru found himself growing harder and harder at Rin's constant wiggling.
"Stop that," He finally managed to growl out, stilling Rin immediately because of his strange tone.
Rin stared at him as Sesshoumaru took deep breaths, his eyes glazed and narrowed. Was he still mad? "Sesshoumaru?"
Said youkai didn't answer the way she'd expected. One moment he was there, breathing hard, eyes narrowed and the next they were both standing. Before Rin could do more than gasp at the suddenness of it, Sesshoumaru was getting out of the bath and pulling her out also. He marched out of the bathroom, naked as the day he was born and pulling her along.
"Sesshoumaru?" Rin questioned again, afraid of what he'd do.
Sesshoumaru didn't say anything, simply led her toward his bed and threw her onto it.
Rin squeaked as she bounced on the comfortable spring bed, but was unable to turn and crawl away because of her clinging, heavy, kimono.
Sesshoumaru breathed hard as he stood there. He didn't know what to do. One part of him wanted to rut with her, the other was demanding he beat her up a bit, though not enough to harm the pup. What should he do? He wasn't thinking clearly and his pup was not to blame for this. Sesshoumaru did not smell the pup's overwhelming scent at all . . . Come to think of it . . .
Without giving it another thought, Sesshoumaru reached over and ripped the kimono's front then fell to his knees as he pulled Rin closer.
"Sesshoumaru?" Rin squeaked out again as she saw him lean forward and smell the area above her womb.
The scent was there, but why was it almost non-existent? Sesshoumaru, in the state he was in could not answer that. Hell, it was a credit to his capabilities that he could make such a discovery at such a time as this. But now that he had assured himself that the pup was okay, his sexual instincts took over again.
Later, when his baser instincts were no longer controlling him, he would regret this, he would think about this in a completely different light. But now, he scented Rin and the maternal pheromones she was giving off and he could not stop himself.
"Sesshoumaru?" Rin called again as she felt and saw him sniff lower still. A gasp was ripped out of her throat when Sesshoumaru buried his nose there. "Sessh. . .?"
Sesshoumaru sniffed deeply, taking in her scent, the pup's and her growing desire. He shouldn't do this, it went against his beliefs, but his mind was shrouded in a mist of lust.
Parting her thighs, Sesshoumaru climbed back up, resting his nude, wet body against hers. Her kimono covered nothing of her front now thanks to his earlier actions. They were flesh to flesh. Rin stared up at Sesshoumaru's clouded amber gaze, dazed over what was happening.
Groaning deep in his throat, Sesshoumaru moved his hips, imitating the intimate act and making Rin and Sesshoumaru's desire climbed
Without thinking, Sesshoumaru guided himself into Rin, growling as he sheathed himself inch by slow inch. His eyes were glowing red, his markings turning jagged - he was lost completely.
Rin grimaced at the initial slow thrust. He was big. Then he was thrusting into her using his youkai strength to pump into her hard and Rin thought she would die from the combination of pain and desire that coursed through her body.
Distantly Sesshoumaru heard a knock coming from somewhere, but his mind could no longer function enough to control his body, aside from proceeding with his current activity.
Jaken opened the door, intent on informing his master over the matter of his followers. Well, actually, it was just to inform him that his gang was all taken care of, but he was stopped abruptly when his eyes fell on the rutting couple. A surprised gasp escaped his mouth before he looked up and met red eyes directed at him.
Sesshoumaru snarled even as he continued to thrust himself into Rin and watched as the petrified old, green toad youkai fled the room as if the hounds of hell were after him. Not giving the disturbance another thought, not that he could think at the moment, Sesshoumaru turned back to look at Rin, who had her eyes tightly closed as she climaxed from another violent and painful orgasm, and nuzzled the junction of where her shoulder met her throat. He rocked faster and harder into her, his promised paradise not far either. Sesshoumaru grabbed Rin's thighs and kneeled in between her, the new position creating different sensations in both of them and sending Sesshoumaru into oblivion.
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Hey this be Yoru no Chandra
Ugh, I. . . can explain. Really. Well, you see. . . the thing is. . .
Let me start all over. Remember in chapter six where Lord Inu no Taisho revealed to us how his sons were really like deep down? You're all probably wondering what that has to do with anything right now, right? Please bare with me. Keep that in mind for chapter 15, but also think about it. Sesshoumaru was described as uncaring, willing to do whatever he thought he must to obtain his goals, right? Well, bare that in mind because you will not believe what his now confused mind will come up with next. Confused because his instincts and beliefs completely contradict each other.
Also, I've mentioned instincts and the pup a lot, right? Well, I want to clear this up. Sesshoumaru did not mate with Rin because he wanted too, his instincts were the ones that controlled him. Now let me explain that. The first time they mated a month ago, Sesshoumaru did feel just the desire for her, but just to mate with her, he didn't really want her, or so he would have everyone believe. Now, his instincts want her because she is the mother of his pup even though Sesshoumaru doesn't really mentally want her.
Take in mind that instincts, the pup and his confusion are very important for their future. Nothing sweet ever lasts for a long time.
Well. . . habit. . . habit. . . 5 REVIEWS please.
Ja'ne