I Do Not Own InuYasha
Aienkien
合縁奇縁
A couple strangely but happily united;
Uncanny relationship formed by a quirk of Fate;
The mysteries of attraction and relationships or bonds between people
II: 27
Year 1308...
Tsuzuki Castle...
Rin was out of the bath, her robe was a bit damp on her skin, and her hair was a well combed mass falling to her hips. She looked around absently at Sesshōmaru's private quarters of the Shikoku InuYōkai Shiro, it hadn't changed overly much. In her time, about the only difference was all the artwork she had made on his fusuma and walls; she had a fondness of painting the falls in the summer on his walls. Now they were very plain and neat. There was not much that spoke of her lord's personality or personal possessions, his current armor was hung up neatly, and displayed. There were a few odds and ends, displayed in the main area of his room but nothing that was extremely personal or revealing; though she knew each piece displayed was deeply meaningful to him for some reason or another no one knew about. A simple fan hung on the wall, decorated with magnolia blossoms, there was a few pieces of poems and calligraphy, and a massive map of the Eastern World, painstakingly displayed too on the far wall. There were of course also his personal favorite philosophies and stories, neatly put together on a shelf.
A lovely byōbu; one he had always had, stood to divide the room, hiding the futon from the entrance; it had a bamboo forest decorating it beautifully, she was stunned at the craftsmanship. Peeking around it she saw his futon, made, the pillows spread out and the same quilt from her time carefully laid out. It was red and white, with silver needlework, and a violet set of the moon cycles.
He had always had that particular quilt, she had wondered where he had gotten it; it was not the finest craftsmanship but it was clearly made with painstaking care and meticulous thought. There were thick furs lining the futon, no doubt, her lord had preferred those to silks for as long as she had known him.
"Rin," he whispered in her ear, which had her jolting.
"You have got to stop doing that," she hissed.
He didn't respond as his claws moved her hair aside so he could trace her mark, she watched him from the corner of her eye. Sesshōmaru's eyes were brilliant burning gold as he traced the mark.
"Is there something there?" she asked him softly.
He didn't answer as his claws trailed up her artery and came to lightly trace her jaw, turning her head to face him. She hesitated a moment as her eyes examined his face carefully.
"Rin," he murmured, leaning over.
"I…"
"I missed you," he informed her so softly, she gasped and his mouth was once again on hers, his arms slid around to drag her close to him. She whimpered a bit as one of his hands tangled in her hair. Her hands curled into the silks he was wearing as she curved up to meet his kiss, kissing him back rather clumsily. Sesshōmaru's free hand slid down her spine and ass which had her jolt in surprise.
He pulled away from her lips and she barely got out a squeak before she found herself tossed atop a quilt, her rob coming undone, her lord's eyes flickered between gold and red as he came to hold himself over her.
"Are you scared, Rin?" he asked, the tips of their noses touching.
"No," she whispered honestly. This was Sesshōmaru-sama, she loved him, in whatever capacity that was, she loved him, and she wanted him. Oh kami, she hadn't thought it possible to want a man as much as she wanted Sesshōmaru! She had never dared to hope to be anything beyond beloved pet to him, she was aware she was human and he was not overly fond of humans. But there was something different with him now as his eyes seared into hers.
"Good," he nodded, his nose rubbed hers in a rare display of inuyōkai affection. Rin giggled a little as she shyly returned it, he seemed pleased with that before his mouth was again on hers, and his claws trailing over her skin, igniting a fire in her blood. The touch wasn't hard, rather meticulous, and she shivered as the robe parted and he pulled her legs apart so he could settle between them. She slowly twined her arms over his shoulders as she kissed him back with everything she had. Sesshōmaru pulled away, his fangs tugging on her bottom lip as he continued to trail his lips over her jaw. His claws were already tickling her thighs, teasing her to relax as she tangled her fingers in his hair and silks.
"Do you trust me?" he whispered, his warm breath teasing the nape of her neck where her mark was.
"Hai…" she stammered out.
"How much?"
"With my life and soul," she whispered honestly. The pleasure she felt thrumming through their bond was startling as he growled lowly, and his fangs caught the nape of her neck, his tongue sliding over the mark. She groaned as the small fire turned into a lightning bolt, coursing through her blood and body, her hand tugging at his hair as her head fell back.
"Good, Rin," he murmured, his claws travelling further up her thighs.
She was panting, the pleasure and desire she felt pulsing between them was startling as she squeezed her eyes shut. Kami, she had never felt such desire from him, it felt like she was being consumed, like she was drowning; there was so much he felt, and his touch was driving her up the wall!
His mouth was leaving a trail of molten lava in her body as he made his way towards her breasts, while his claws now slid over the top of her thighs. She tangled her fingers in his loos hair, dragging him closer to her, she bit her lip and whimpered lowly. His mouth pressed against the swell of her breast before his fangs grazed over the skin and his tongue swirled around her nipple. "Oh kami," she whispered at the searing warmth before his mouth closed over the bud.
The claws now slid between them, tracing her slit, which had her squirming in shock as her head fell back, pushing her chest further into him. What the hell was that!? His other hand firmly gripped her hip; almost painfully, but his attention was laving her breasts with attention as the other hand slid over her slit again, slowly and surely.
"Se…Sessho…" she panted as she tangled her fingers in his hair and silks.
"Hm?" he hummed, the rumble had her whimpering as his claws seemed to find a spot, and lightly circled the nerves, which had her gasping as a thrill arched through her body. He kept the claws circling that spot as he loomed over her with brillian gold eyes.
"We… What…?" she moaned as his slight shift of actions with his fingers.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"Don't stop!" she could feel a tension and fire building, she felt like she was caught in a raging storm as her head fell back.
Sesshōmaru looked down at his mate, who was whimpering and moaning lightly beneath him, her hands were gripping his shoulders with all her human strength as he kept himself at home between her thighs. He had held no intention of acting on these baser desires, but the moment he had seen her looking at his futon; a place he rarely slept because it never smelled right, he knew what he wanted and what he had to do.
He smirked a little at her confused, dazed, yearning expression. The love, desire, and passion he felt from her in return was all consuming and startling, because he had forgotten what it had felt like.
Sesshōmaru had brought Rin here to reacquaint them, he had not intended for this to happen, but now it was too late to stop. His claws found her entrance as he kept his thumb lightly circling her nerves and she gasped as her hips arched up. He was startled at how tight and narrow she was, though he shouldn't be as he slowly sunk his finger into her.
"Sess…"
"What do you want, little one?" he asked her, his brow resting on hers. He would have to stretch her before entering her, he did not want to startle her. She moaned as she arched, her hands falling from his shoulders to grip the quilt she had made so long ago.
"You…" she answered as her eyes fluttered shut, squeezing tightly shut.
"Rin," he whispered as he traced his nosed over hers. He was marveling at her beauty again he stared at all the scars that dared to mar her skin and marveled at the human's strength. He smiled to himself at the sight of her before him.
Rin nearly screamed, she felt that burning tension in her snap as he scissored his claws in her, there was a small tearing sensation, but it was drowned as that fire flashed over. Sesshōmaru kissed her again as his fingers slid out of her, and she felt herself falling laxly on the futon.
"Sesshōmaru…" she gasped, trying to catch her breath. Good Kami…
"Rin," he groaned lowly as she lay there, his thumb was circling her nerves, and she felt another fire starting in her blood. He was up, off her, his robes fully discarded, she blinked twice at all his markings. Sesshōmaru had many yōkai markings compared to normal daiyōkai and yōkai, she stared at them now though, there were marks on his ribs, and spine, a set which streaked down his pelvis tracing the v of muscles on his abdomen, there was also a set of magenta stripes on his calves.
She caught him when he came over her again, sliding the robe fully off her as he kissed her again, dragging her closer to him.
"Sesshōmaru…?" she asked softly.
"Rin," he responded, his claws gripping her thighs as he kissed her again. She kissed him as hard as she could, her fingers tracing the magenta markings of his cheeks. Tonight was not what she was expecting at all when Sesshōmaru had brought her here. She had never dared to dream of this kind of passion with Sesshōmaru or anyone. Now though, now she didn't want it to stop, her lord kissed her passionately and she felt a hard tip where Sesshōmaru's fingers had previously been.
Rin didn't really get a chance to react before her breath hitched and Sesshōmaru pulled away from the kiss, his brow resting on hers as he slowly slid into her. Rin stared at his gold eyes which were burning intently as he gripped her thighs and slowly rocked into her. Her hands tightened in the silk of the quilt, and Sesshōmaru released a low growl as he slowly made his way in her. She whimpered, it felt like she was being split in half, she felt full, and there was something else, which had her biting back a moan.
Finally she felt him sheathed fully in her, and he growled, his eyes tightly squeezed shut as he gripped her hips, his brow on hers. She felt so full, so split, and so… so ready for more!
"Sesshōmaru!" she whined as she arched a little bit, curling her thighs around his hips, his pleasure was thrumming intensely through their bond, and it had ignited a fire within her. She moaned as she tried to squirm, she wanted… more, she didn't know what more, but she wanted more!
Sesshōmaru released a soft sound as he kissed her lips again, his claws digging into her hips.
"More!" she pleaded.
"Hai," he groaned lowly as he started to withdraw, she whimpered, but groaned as he surged back within her.
"Don't stop!" she moaned desperately. She tightened her grip on his hips with her thighs, pulling him deeper, he hit a spot within her which had her seeing white. She could barely function as it felt like lightning was coursing through her veins and through her body again, which had her gasping as she lifted her hips to meet his strokes. She couldn't focus, she couldn't breath, it felt like everything was happening all at once, she couldn't… she… what was happening to her!? She was full, but she wanted more, she needed more! She wanted more, but she didn't…
"Let go," he ordered softly in her ear, she could feel the flickering power of his yōkai, his eyes were bleeding gold and red, while his marks were ragged, his claws were digging into her skin.
"I can't!" she whimpered, feeling that consuming fire more intensely this time.
"Let Go, Rin!" he encouraged, and she felt everything in her truly snap this time as the world shattered, and a crashing wave of pleasure came crashing through her, drowning her mind and soul. Sesshōmaru snarled just as there was a flood of heat into her while she felt him expanding almost painfully in her. She whimpered as he kept a firm grasp of her hips before sitting up to his knees slightly, his eyes staring intently down at her.
"Sesshōmaru," she panted as he caught her and pulled her to her side, he was still in her.
"Gomen," he murmured as he pillowed her head on his arm, his claws tangled in her hair, his mokomoko draped over her, which was warm as it pulsed with his heart beat, he was still in her, and he kept his other hand on her hip.
"Why?"
"You deserved better," he murmured.
"My lord," she yawned.
"Rest," he ordered softly. She felt the exhaustion seeping into her bones now and she couldn't fight it as sleep took over.
Sesshōmaru stared at his mate sleeping and sighed. This was not at all what he had intended for tonight. But he was pleased to have her near him for the first time in decades, he had missed having her so near. He pressed his lips to her brow as he pulled her closer.
Tomorrow he would speak with Rin, and his mother, and his grandfather, and he would sort out the boar problem. Bur for now he reveled in having her close again as he maneuvered them into the quilt. Tomorrow morning he would focus more on plans than seducing his mate to stay in their bed all year.
He would need to get the herbs for her tea tomorrow to, and probably peaches as an apology.
Year 1581...
Edo, Japan...
He waited until he saw Sesshōmaru-sama walk off with the other inuyōkai before he approached the well.
Since he was eleven, Yōkai Taijiya Kohaku had loved one girl; just one.
Meeting Rin had changed his life, and not in a deeply profound way, just a simple way, which had saved a bit of his soul. He had blocked off the terrible events of his life from murdering his father, to maiming his sister, for his sanity. He saw the way InuYasha had looked at him, with disgust, and the way Miroku had pitied him, even his own oneesan gazed upon him with sadness. He did not like to be around his mei-san or oi-san because their innocence was all consuming and he was too tainted, too sullied to want to be around them.
Rin though… Rin had never gazed upon him with disgust, or sadness, or pity, merely this understanding kindness. Everything about Rin was kind, from the moment she had offered him the melon, to asking what was wrong, to making him feel at ease in her little group when he had started looking for Kikyō. Sesshōmaru-sama had looked at him like he was vermin, like he was a pest, an inconvenience, and Kohaku knew that if Rin had not forgiven him, Sesshōmaru-sama would've skewered him long ago.
Sesshōmaru-sama was an emperor or general of yōkai essentially; all powerful, respected, revered, and listened to; and Rin was obviously his ward, Sesshōmaru-sama seemed to take great pride in Rin and providing her with whatever whim struck her fancy. Rin wanted to travel with Sesshōmaru-sama so she had, Rin needed a new kimono, Jaken would appear with a selection Sesshōmaru-sama personally approved of, Rin didn't catch food for herself because she was unwell Sesshōmaru-sama would provide it. And in their short time with the inuyōkai pack Rin had been beloved and endeared to the inuyōkai, no one thought twice about her position in their ranks; whatever it was. Kohaku was pretty certain that Rin's position was fairly high to, at least a princess or high ranked court lady. Despite Sesshōmaru-sama quietly doting on Rin, Rin had never become spoiled.
Rin was kind, she was gentle, she was funny, and everything Kohaku wanted in life. She was refreshing, she was so refreshing; and she had genuinely forgiven him. Which was why he loved her.
He loved her so much.
He wanted her as his wife. When she had been snatched by the daimyō he had been frantic to find her, he had been in step with InuYasha on the hunt and they were two steps behind Sesshōmaru-sama's trail of carnage. Sesshōmaru-sama had rescued Rin though, which had Kohaku's hopes of being her gallant prince. He hadn't stood a chance with her, Sesshōmaru-sama had seen to it that she was more closely guarded and protected, he had also seen to it that her education was more focused. Kohaku had loved her though, after every winter she would return lovelier and lovelier, she was just stunning.
This was his first chance to change his status in her eyes, from beloved friend, to potential husband, he wouldn't waste this moment. If he saved Rin then maybe he would be worthy in the eyes of Sesshōmaru-sama to ask for her hand. He had Kagome's blessing, and he was pretty sure that that could go a long way.
"Oh so much desire," a voice purred beneath the wood in the depths of the darkness.
"What the?" he stood up and stepped away.
"There's no need to fear me," the voice promised seductively. "I can make that all come true."
"I…"
"You want the onna, her mate stands in your way, I can help you…" the voice chuckled.
"I don't think so," he said firmly. He remembered being controlled by Naraku and the pain of that, he didn't want to be seduced to using another force to get what he wants.
"You're weak, always were," the voice sneered.
"You don't know anything about me!" he snapped at the well. This was pointless, he was arguing with a well of all things! He was losing it! There was nothing in that well, it was just where Rin had fallen.
"Oh, that's not true, Yōkai Taijiya Kohaku, eldest son of the Chief, descended from the great Yōkai Taijiya Muhai. They all referred to you as the gentle child, the sweet one, not strong enough," the voice mocked. "You're not even a chief anymore, no Clan to lead, and everyone goes to your onee-san for business."
"I am the Taijiya Chief!" he snapped.
"A weak man of a worthless title, I can give you the power and standing to be able to stand against a kami for her hand!" he chuckled.
Kohaku glared at the well before walking back towards it. "Sesshōmaru-sama isn't a kami."
"Oh… power like that, not many could stand against that, ancient power, so pure," the voice cackled. "No one stands against him," he chuckled. "I can give you the power to stand against him, to be worthy, to be equal."
Kohaku stared dumbly at the well as he crouched down. He wanted Rin, he had worked hard to redeem himself but he knew that he would never be redeemed in the eyes of Sesshōmaru-sama. Sesshōmaru-sama would never forgive him, ever, even if Rin did. Perhaps having the power to be equal and saving Rin, that would be enough to finally be redeemed and worthy in Sesshōmaru-sama's eyes. And it was not like Sesshōmaru-sama had a right to scorn him for seeking the power to be his equal, Sesshōmaru-sama had always sought power.
"And why would you help me?"
"Because Sesshōmaru-sama owes me," the voice snarled. "Fate has been so kind as to finally free me to claim my prize, do you want the power or not?"
"And what exactly do you need me for?"
"Everything," the voice chuckled. "They will never see you coming. And she'll never turn you away if you have my power," he promised.
"Can you take me to when she is?" he asked softly.
"Hai," the voice promised.
"Alright," he said.
"Excellent," the voice purred before darkness grabbed his arms and yanked him into the well.
