NOTE: Definitely AU. Some episode spoilers. Sango has joined the group. They've met Rin, Sesshoumaru's ward. Things are tense between InuYasha and Sesshoumaru. Naraku is still on the loose.
NOTE: I've used japanese and english terms intermittantly. I'll probably post a glossary or reedit the file some point in the future but right now I'm impatient to get the fic up for reviews so enjoy!!
AN: WARNING!! WARNING!! Smut Alert!! I've done my duty. Proceed.
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~*~ Before They Chose ~*~
"I think we should set up camp soon." The familiar cultured voice broke the quiet. "It is a new moon and we should be in a defensible position."
Kagome whimpered softly at the voice; the tone not the words. As far as she was concerned Sesshoumaru could make a lecture on advanced physics sound interesting.
InuYasha grumbled but agreed. The past weeks had instilled a hefty dose of reluctant respect for his brother's pragmatism. Unlikely Miroku who preferred conning a village into hosting the Shikon shard hunters, Sesshoumaru planned his travels to take advantage of the local environment including natural geologic features.
Two hours later the group were settled into a defensible crevasse in a sheer cliff face that led to a network of natural caverns.
"Don't go exploring by yourself," Sesshoumaru warned every member of the group. "The cavern network stretch for leagues. Not all of it has been mapped."
Everyone had acknowledged the warning and settled down into natural alcoves off from the main chamber.
"Why is it so warm in here?" Sango asked curious as she studied the dying flames of the small camp fire.
"There are several streams of molten rock that flow through fissures in the bedrock," Sesshoumaru explained. "The heat from them warm the caverns and natural springs in another part of the caverns."
Kagome sighed. "I really want to wash my hair." She murmured running her fingers through the silky strands.
"Not today," Sango replied sternly. "We're all too tired. Tomorrow morning?"
"Sure."
An hour later everyone was settled and fast asleep. Except for one Kagome Hiragushi.
She squirmed in her sleeping bag dislodging the sleeping kitsune on top of her bedrolls in her attempts to find a comfortable position. After sometime she gave up.
Stealthily she slipped out of the polyester sleeping sack and the niche she, Sango, Shippo and Kirara shared. There was no one in the main chamber. Assuming the boys were soundly asleep Kagome rummaged through her rucksack and located a flashlight, spare batteries, chalk, a towel and a fresh yukata.
Trusting her instincts and common sense Kagome walked out of the main chamber following her intuition, making chalk marks on the stone walls at tunnel intersections. Just when she was about ready to give up and go back she stumbled into a chamber decorated by nature. Everywhere gorgeous 'flowers' of minerals had 'grown' creating the impression of a fairyworld. The moonlight filetered through cracks in the ceiling refracted through prisms of minerals creating dancing rainbows of light and color.
Dazed by the beauty Kagome's feet took her deeper into the chamber until she found what she had been looking for: a natural hotspring. After making sure it was warm enough for bathing she twisted her hair into a topknot, stripped off her garments and stepped into the luxurious mineral bath. It was hot enough to be on the right side of painful. Tense muscles unknotted and went limp.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
Sesshoumaru was only certain of one thing; the gods would most certainly give him more power in his next life for all he was enduring in this.
His hanyou brother was a constant irritant but easily ignored or tolerated.
Naraku was a potential threat that was being dealt with. Sesshoumaru wasn't going to ignore potential enemies until they become too dangerous. He did that before and lost an arm to his hanyou sibling. Yes, it would regenerate in a few decades but it was irritating to compensate for it in battle, and to bear the looks of fear and pity from ningen and the miko Kagome.
Kagome, she was something else, a persistent thorn in his side. He respected and desired her, two things no ningen ever had from him. How, he still wasn't certain. All he knew was the attraction he felt for her crept up insidiously, infecting him like a disease…
At first it had been onesided, beginning when she had first treated injuries he gained from defending a ningen village under his protection. It had grown into respect for her skills, knowledge and tact in handling his brother and so many diverse opponents and allies. Later desire had come, desire he had ignored 'knowing' no miko would consider a taiyoukai as anything more than an ally, or even a friend.
He was mistaken. Desire had come, desire on her part, desire for him, not his foolish half-breed brother. It began when he treated her wounds from an attack by a reptile youkai with five Shikon shards. It had been involuntary, candid, and utterly without deceit or purpose. Sesshoumaru was used to females, youkai and ningen alike, trying to use him for their own gain. It was easy for him to ignore them, but not her, not Kagome. Because he desired her as well.
He shifted uncomfortably in his semi-reclining position against a boulder cushioned by his youkino – the furry pelt that lay on his right shoulder, the manifestation of his youkai heritage. When powerful youkai, like tai-youkai, assumed a humanoid form the excess youki, youkai energy, manifested into a material form that was disassociated from the humanoid form. It was a common practice to avoid channeling all of his youki when in a lesser form.
Most tai-youkai chose to manifest their excess youki in the form of a jewel, or a precious artifact. This led to the ningen myth variations regarding demon heart: a powerful youkai hides his heart in an iron casket; the ningen 'hero' finds the casket and shatters the jewel/heart hidden to free the hime.
Sesshoumaru disdained that practise preferring to manifest his excess youki, his youkino, as a pelt that resembled his fur in full demon form. His youkino could react to his inner desires as though it were alive. That led to the general belief that the pelt on his shoulder was a part of him, his tail. Sesshoumaru had to laugh whenever he heard whispers about his 'tail'. Yes the pelt was part of him, in fact it was more a part of him than anyone else could ever comprehend; it contained a great deal of his personal power, power he never used unless in full demon form, even then only sparringly.
A soft snore brought him back to the present sharply.
Jaken was starting to grudgingly accept the situation. The toad-youkai had endured a great deal of beatings at the hands of the miko and the taijiki before comprehending females, even ningen females, could be deadly. Sesshoumaru could have told him that long ago but Jaken needed to experience it before he would change his mind.
Gold eyes slid over to Rin, his ningen ward. Despite her new close relationship with Kagome, her play companions the neko-youkai and the kitsune, Rin insisted on sleeping close to the tai-youkai every night. She still feared being abandoned, waking up alone.
Sesshoumaru stifled a sigh as he sat up. That had to change. Rin could not be with him all the time, she had to learn to cope with the separations. Feeling troubled the Western Lord left the sleeping alcove hoping for inspiration. Once in the main chamber one scent caught his attention above all.
Kagome. The scent was fresh, recent. Silently cursing pig-headed mikos' Sesshoumaru ran swiftly and silently, following the sweet scent, readying his poison claws. He had no swords or armor but he was certain he could handle anything that crossed his path. There was no scent of blood or fear. The miko was fine, for now, but just in case…
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
Kagome sighed softly as the hot mineral water soothed her aches away. She only wished it could soothe her desires away, her need for a certain tai-youkai.
A soft whimper escaped her lips as the familiar knotted feeling came to life in the pit of her belly, as heat pooled between her legs, as her nipples stiffened to almost painful sensitivity.
Instinct and desire told her to masturbate, to satisfy the urge. Inexperience and innate modesty screamed to run and ignore those voices. Kagome was tired of melting into a yearning puddle everytime she neared the Western Lord; of aching for release, for something she knew nothing about; of suffering in silence until the feelings subsided enough for her to move and speak normally.
Who would it hurt? Her companions were several caverns back and sound asleep. InuYasha was a human during new moons. Sesshoumaru often spent the nights scouting or doing whatever before returning a few hours before dawn.
'Do it. He will never know.' A wicked voice urged.
Kagome moved until she found a comfortable postion in a natural 'chair' formed by a ledge under the water at the edge of the pool. Gingerly she spread her thighs apart. Her breath caught as the mineral water caressed already sensitive flesh. She closed her eyes and imagined.
She imagined a tall slim form above her leaning down. Silky platinum hair caressing her nipples. Hot golden eyes studying every inch of exposed skin. Goosebumps formed despite the wet heated environment. Kagome could almost feel the trail of dangerously sharp claws across her skin, the caress of his touch.
Unknowingly her hands rose and cupped her breasts, fingertips brushing across hard peaks. She whimpered as fresh lightening burned between her thighs. Soft moans and stifled gasps escaped her lips as she murmured the cause of her yearning, each syllable whispered with almost heartbreaking need.
"Sess-shou-ma-ru."
A few meters away a matching heat flared to life within one tai-youkai.
He hadn't intended to intrude on her privacy. He hadn't known what she intended. Sesshoumaru could blame the minerals and water for masking her scents but they did not keep him there watching the young miko touch herself. They did not keep him from doing the honorable thing and walking away when she whispered his name between breathy pants as she caressed her breasts.
He could not deny the instinct that urged him to respond whole-heartedly to her siren call, to match her need with his, to satisfy her desire with his, to touch her body with his.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
TBC...
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AN: Whew!! What do you think?
Please review, no flames though..
--Sarhea
NOTE: I've used japanese and english terms intermittantly. I'll probably post a glossary or reedit the file some point in the future but right now I'm impatient to get the fic up for reviews so enjoy!!
AN: WARNING!! WARNING!! Smut Alert!! I've done my duty. Proceed.
===================================================================
~*~ Before They Chose ~*~
"I think we should set up camp soon." The familiar cultured voice broke the quiet. "It is a new moon and we should be in a defensible position."
Kagome whimpered softly at the voice; the tone not the words. As far as she was concerned Sesshoumaru could make a lecture on advanced physics sound interesting.
InuYasha grumbled but agreed. The past weeks had instilled a hefty dose of reluctant respect for his brother's pragmatism. Unlikely Miroku who preferred conning a village into hosting the Shikon shard hunters, Sesshoumaru planned his travels to take advantage of the local environment including natural geologic features.
Two hours later the group were settled into a defensible crevasse in a sheer cliff face that led to a network of natural caverns.
"Don't go exploring by yourself," Sesshoumaru warned every member of the group. "The cavern network stretch for leagues. Not all of it has been mapped."
Everyone had acknowledged the warning and settled down into natural alcoves off from the main chamber.
"Why is it so warm in here?" Sango asked curious as she studied the dying flames of the small camp fire.
"There are several streams of molten rock that flow through fissures in the bedrock," Sesshoumaru explained. "The heat from them warm the caverns and natural springs in another part of the caverns."
Kagome sighed. "I really want to wash my hair." She murmured running her fingers through the silky strands.
"Not today," Sango replied sternly. "We're all too tired. Tomorrow morning?"
"Sure."
An hour later everyone was settled and fast asleep. Except for one Kagome Hiragushi.
She squirmed in her sleeping bag dislodging the sleeping kitsune on top of her bedrolls in her attempts to find a comfortable position. After sometime she gave up.
Stealthily she slipped out of the polyester sleeping sack and the niche she, Sango, Shippo and Kirara shared. There was no one in the main chamber. Assuming the boys were soundly asleep Kagome rummaged through her rucksack and located a flashlight, spare batteries, chalk, a towel and a fresh yukata.
Trusting her instincts and common sense Kagome walked out of the main chamber following her intuition, making chalk marks on the stone walls at tunnel intersections. Just when she was about ready to give up and go back she stumbled into a chamber decorated by nature. Everywhere gorgeous 'flowers' of minerals had 'grown' creating the impression of a fairyworld. The moonlight filetered through cracks in the ceiling refracted through prisms of minerals creating dancing rainbows of light and color.
Dazed by the beauty Kagome's feet took her deeper into the chamber until she found what she had been looking for: a natural hotspring. After making sure it was warm enough for bathing she twisted her hair into a topknot, stripped off her garments and stepped into the luxurious mineral bath. It was hot enough to be on the right side of painful. Tense muscles unknotted and went limp.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
Sesshoumaru was only certain of one thing; the gods would most certainly give him more power in his next life for all he was enduring in this.
His hanyou brother was a constant irritant but easily ignored or tolerated.
Naraku was a potential threat that was being dealt with. Sesshoumaru wasn't going to ignore potential enemies until they become too dangerous. He did that before and lost an arm to his hanyou sibling. Yes, it would regenerate in a few decades but it was irritating to compensate for it in battle, and to bear the looks of fear and pity from ningen and the miko Kagome.
Kagome, she was something else, a persistent thorn in his side. He respected and desired her, two things no ningen ever had from him. How, he still wasn't certain. All he knew was the attraction he felt for her crept up insidiously, infecting him like a disease…
At first it had been onesided, beginning when she had first treated injuries he gained from defending a ningen village under his protection. It had grown into respect for her skills, knowledge and tact in handling his brother and so many diverse opponents and allies. Later desire had come, desire he had ignored 'knowing' no miko would consider a taiyoukai as anything more than an ally, or even a friend.
He was mistaken. Desire had come, desire on her part, desire for him, not his foolish half-breed brother. It began when he treated her wounds from an attack by a reptile youkai with five Shikon shards. It had been involuntary, candid, and utterly without deceit or purpose. Sesshoumaru was used to females, youkai and ningen alike, trying to use him for their own gain. It was easy for him to ignore them, but not her, not Kagome. Because he desired her as well.
He shifted uncomfortably in his semi-reclining position against a boulder cushioned by his youkino – the furry pelt that lay on his right shoulder, the manifestation of his youkai heritage. When powerful youkai, like tai-youkai, assumed a humanoid form the excess youki, youkai energy, manifested into a material form that was disassociated from the humanoid form. It was a common practice to avoid channeling all of his youki when in a lesser form.
Most tai-youkai chose to manifest their excess youki in the form of a jewel, or a precious artifact. This led to the ningen myth variations regarding demon heart: a powerful youkai hides his heart in an iron casket; the ningen 'hero' finds the casket and shatters the jewel/heart hidden to free the hime.
Sesshoumaru disdained that practise preferring to manifest his excess youki, his youkino, as a pelt that resembled his fur in full demon form. His youkino could react to his inner desires as though it were alive. That led to the general belief that the pelt on his shoulder was a part of him, his tail. Sesshoumaru had to laugh whenever he heard whispers about his 'tail'. Yes the pelt was part of him, in fact it was more a part of him than anyone else could ever comprehend; it contained a great deal of his personal power, power he never used unless in full demon form, even then only sparringly.
A soft snore brought him back to the present sharply.
Jaken was starting to grudgingly accept the situation. The toad-youkai had endured a great deal of beatings at the hands of the miko and the taijiki before comprehending females, even ningen females, could be deadly. Sesshoumaru could have told him that long ago but Jaken needed to experience it before he would change his mind.
Gold eyes slid over to Rin, his ningen ward. Despite her new close relationship with Kagome, her play companions the neko-youkai and the kitsune, Rin insisted on sleeping close to the tai-youkai every night. She still feared being abandoned, waking up alone.
Sesshoumaru stifled a sigh as he sat up. That had to change. Rin could not be with him all the time, she had to learn to cope with the separations. Feeling troubled the Western Lord left the sleeping alcove hoping for inspiration. Once in the main chamber one scent caught his attention above all.
Kagome. The scent was fresh, recent. Silently cursing pig-headed mikos' Sesshoumaru ran swiftly and silently, following the sweet scent, readying his poison claws. He had no swords or armor but he was certain he could handle anything that crossed his path. There was no scent of blood or fear. The miko was fine, for now, but just in case…
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
Kagome sighed softly as the hot mineral water soothed her aches away. She only wished it could soothe her desires away, her need for a certain tai-youkai.
A soft whimper escaped her lips as the familiar knotted feeling came to life in the pit of her belly, as heat pooled between her legs, as her nipples stiffened to almost painful sensitivity.
Instinct and desire told her to masturbate, to satisfy the urge. Inexperience and innate modesty screamed to run and ignore those voices. Kagome was tired of melting into a yearning puddle everytime she neared the Western Lord; of aching for release, for something she knew nothing about; of suffering in silence until the feelings subsided enough for her to move and speak normally.
Who would it hurt? Her companions were several caverns back and sound asleep. InuYasha was a human during new moons. Sesshoumaru often spent the nights scouting or doing whatever before returning a few hours before dawn.
'Do it. He will never know.' A wicked voice urged.
Kagome moved until she found a comfortable postion in a natural 'chair' formed by a ledge under the water at the edge of the pool. Gingerly she spread her thighs apart. Her breath caught as the mineral water caressed already sensitive flesh. She closed her eyes and imagined.
She imagined a tall slim form above her leaning down. Silky platinum hair caressing her nipples. Hot golden eyes studying every inch of exposed skin. Goosebumps formed despite the wet heated environment. Kagome could almost feel the trail of dangerously sharp claws across her skin, the caress of his touch.
Unknowingly her hands rose and cupped her breasts, fingertips brushing across hard peaks. She whimpered as fresh lightening burned between her thighs. Soft moans and stifled gasps escaped her lips as she murmured the cause of her yearning, each syllable whispered with almost heartbreaking need.
"Sess-shou-ma-ru."
A few meters away a matching heat flared to life within one tai-youkai.
He hadn't intended to intrude on her privacy. He hadn't known what she intended. Sesshoumaru could blame the minerals and water for masking her scents but they did not keep him there watching the young miko touch herself. They did not keep him from doing the honorable thing and walking away when she whispered his name between breathy pants as she caressed her breasts.
He could not deny the instinct that urged him to respond whole-heartedly to her siren call, to match her need with his, to satisfy her desire with his, to touch her body with his.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
TBC...
===================================================================
AN: Whew!! What do you think?
Please review, no flames though..
--Sarhea
