Chapter 3

Had he…

Inuyasha ran his fingers across his lips, his eyes dazed as he tried to recall a faint memory. His lips still tingled from Sesshomaru's lips and tongue, his taste lingering. He had tasted like a spice Inuyasha couldn't quite put his finger on, but wanted so much more of. The hanyou blushed at the thought, moving his fingers away from his lips. He scoffed into the dark room.

"I would never want that."

The hanyou finally decided to cut off the train of thought and sat up, wondering if he would get in trouble for touring the castle. Not that he cared anyway, he was Inuyasha! He could do what he wanted, and if anybody said anything he'd just cut them down. The hanyou snorted before getting out of the extremely comfortable bed and went over to the shoji, listening for any movement.

The last thing he wanted to do was bump into a servant.

When he was met with silence he opened the shoji, looking around the long hallway. He could only tell where everything was by smell alone, though the idea that he was unfamiliar with such a place was slightly jarring. He was used to his forest, used the terrain and variety of smells. The thought reminded him of his hut. Maybe he should go back. He kept his thoughts to himself though and sniffed for the hot springs, not fully remembering where Sesshomaru had taken him.

He had been too flustered from being kissed to pay attention.

Inuyasha frowned at his own thoughts and walked into the hallway, closing the shoji behind himself. He crossed his arms and started walking, smelling for any possible servants or even Sesshomaru. It was relatively easy however, which only made Inuyasha suspicious.

Would they try to kill him?

The thought felt rather valid from his memories of the demon, which only served to put the hanyou on guard. Though he was sure Sesshomaru wanted intimacy from him, he knew it wouldn't be the same for his servants.

Let alone that weird imp thing.

Inuyasha held back a sigh as he found the right shoji, opening it to find a room to place his things. It was lit by candles, two on each wall. It had a small stone area to sit, and there were makeshift areas to place his clothes. It was rather simple, not something he expected from Sesshomaru.

He shrugged and began to undress, picking up a towel. It was surprisingly soft, almost like silk. It just went to show that Sesshomaru demanded nothing but the best, though Inuyasha doubted anybody else in the palace had such luxury. When he...

Inuyasha frowned at the thought that stopped itself, trying to find the words to finish the sentence. It had felt like he almost remembered something, the thought on the tip of his tongue. He could barely remember the trails of it, trying hard to pull it to the front of his brain. The memory was of him in a hot spring, with somebody else.

He couldn't remember anything about the person, only that they had been there. He wondered vaguely if maybe it had been Sesshomaru, though shooed the thought away with a hard shake of his head. A blush touched his cheeks, unsure what he would do if he ever bumped into Sesshomaru at this hot spring.

It would be weird, that was for sure.

He went to a second shoji across the room and opened it, welcoming the steam that wafted against him. He walked into the room and closed the shoji, taking in his surroundings.

They had just built a marbled room around the hotspring, the room not as large as Inuyasha had expected. It was meant for comfort, the natural formation of rocks around it only adding to that. There were areas that acted as windows, letting the moonlight shine in and illuminate the hot spring. It added a mythical element to it, though it was surprisingly relaxing.

Inuyasha sighed softly before heading to the stool to clean himself. He looked at the oils for his hair with a frown, tensing when he suddenly felt a presence behind him. Their smell was faint, though Inuyasha felt the familiar weight of eyes on him.

Had he spoke to soon?

"May I wash your hair, Inuyasha?" The voice sent a shiver down his spine, the hanyou's lips parting as he tried to muster something rude to say. He looked over his shoulder to peak at Sesshomaru, trying very hard to not look down at the arousal between his legs.

How did the demon hide his scent?

Inuyasha closed his mouth before nodding with uncertainty, unsure if he should run out this instant or try to see if it would spark a memory. Though he found it hard to believe Sesshomaru about their previous… relations, he didn't want to completely alienate the demon. It seemed he honestly wanted him, and though Inuyasha was strictly against the idea, he couldn't deny that he was curious.

Was he?

"Be careful of your ears."

Inuyasha jumped when the demon poured some water over his head, the warmth relaxing his tensed muscles. The hanyou relaxed significantly, Sesshomaru reaching down and getting a vial of oil. Inuyasha was expecting him to be rough with his hair like others who've touched him. Instead his fingers were gentle, caressing his hair like silk.

Inuyasha leaned into the administrations, closing his eyes with a small sigh. There was a long moment of silence as Sesshomaru parted his hair into sections, careful with any knots that were present. There were three large sections, Sesshomaru beginning to work oil into one of the sections tenderly. The feeling sent tingles down Inuyasha's spine, his back arching slightly as he shivered.

Inuyasha had known the demon to be many things, though kind was not one of them.

He suddenly had a thought.

"Why did you hate me so much as a pup?" Sesshomaru's fingers didn't halt, only moved to another thick section of hair.

"I was immature."

The simple answer wasn't what Inuyasha was expecting, a frown pulling down his lips. He parted his lips to say something, though Sesshomaru continued.

"I thought humans were inferior. Though I found someone that changed my mind." Inuyasha thought back to that human girl, wondering how such a small thing changed Sesshomaru's mind about anything. The demon was as stubborn as a mule.

"Are you raising her?" Inuyasha asked, Sesshomaru silent for a moment.

"Yes. Her room is a couple doors down from your own. She however spends most of her time outside. She enjoys traveling."

Inuyasha thought back to her enthusiasm when she referred to Sesshomaru, closing his eyes as Sesshomaru continued working the oil in his hair.

"She admires you," Inuyasha grumbled, Sesshomaru moving to the last section of hair.

"She does."

Inuyasha felt awkward for a moment, Sesshomaru dropping his hair. Inuyasha fought back the shiver when his fingers touched his back, warm water poured over his head. Inuyasha moved his hair from his face, his hair rather silky. He ran his fingers through it, enjoying it's smoothness. His ears twitched off the water, Inuyasha not seeing Sesshomaru's tranced look.

Cute.

"Would you like me to stay, Inuyasha?" The hanyou frowned, wanting to say no instantly. He had been alone with the demon a lot longer than he wanted to be, and the fact that he had made him feel good by cleaning his hair made him a little hot.. He also didn't want to kick the demon out of his own hot spring, feeling more awkward by the moment.

Why did the demon ask anyway?

"I don't care stupid," Inuyasha grumbled out, keeping the blush on his face hidden. Sesshomaru stood behind him for a minute longer, only adding to Inuyasha's anxiety. He waited until he heard Sesshomaru move back into the water before grabbing a vial to start cleaning his body. He stayed quiet as he scrubbed his skin near red, his mind racing as he felt the weight of Sesshomaru's eyes on him.

Had they really been… intimate?

Inuyasha's blush became darker as he used the cool water to rinse his skin, putting his washtowel on his head and stepping into the hot spring. He moved to a rock a few feet from Sesshomaru, trying to relax in the surprisingly warm water. For a long moment they soaked in silence, Inuyasha clearing his mind. He didn't want to think about Sesshomaru, or the events of the day. It had all been very sudden and unexpected, though all his stress was slowly steamed away. There was nothing better.

He opened his eyes when he felt the water ripple, holding back his yell of shock when he found Sesshomaru centimeters away. The demons eyes seemed glazed with want and desperation, Inuyasha pushing himself harder against the rock as if it would help him.

"What stupid?" The hanyou growled, wishing he had his sword to put some distance between them. Sesshomaru leaned forward slightly, Inuyasha tensing when he realized what the demon wanted to do.

"Hey I thought you said you'd court me first!" Inuyasha yelled out, raising his hand to slash the demon. His wrist was caught and forced against the rock, Sesshomaru leaning in a bit more and sniffing Inuyasha's neck.

Inuyasha didn't know what to do, his heart pounding against his chest. His other hand was grabbed before he could even think to move it, his wash towel falling off his head and into the water.

Sesshomaru leaned in the rest of the way and kissed Inuyasha, the hanyou gasping softly. The moment of shock allowed Sesshomaru to slip his tongue inside the hanyous mouth, Inuyasha's cheeks turning a deep shade of red.

Sesshomaru growled against his lips, Inuyasha tensing when the demon moved closer to him. Inuyasha felt his arousal, pulling his head away from the kiss with a gasp.

"What are you doing?" Inuyasha gasped in near panic, Sesshomaru kissing a hot trail down the hanyou's neck. He nipped the skin with a soft growl, Inuyasha feeling his stomach tighten.

Inuyasha gasped when his mouth was covered once again, Sesshomaru letting go of his wrist to reach a hand down between the hanyous legs.

Inuyasha didn't know what to do when he was assaulted by the pleasure of being touched by another, Sesshomaru growling deeply as he began to stroke the hanyou. Inuyasha arched against him, his eyes closing as he fell into the abyss. He grabbed onto Sesshomaru with his free hand, moving closer against him as he desperately thrusted into the warm hand.

Sesshomaru pressed him against the boulder, dominating his mouth and his hand moving from the hanyou's arousal to his sac. Inuyasha pulled away from the kiss with a gasp of pleasure, weakly thrusting the air for more.

Suddenly Inuyasha's brain halted, his eyes going wide as he felt Sesshomaru's fingers touch his asscheeks and slip in between the crease.

What the hell was he doing!

"Iron Reaver Soul Stealer!"

Sesshomaru jumped back as soon as he heard the first word, his eyes clearing of their dark glaze. Inuyasha was panting, his eyes wide and his cheeks red. The silence that followed was deafening, the two demons unsure of what to do.

Why had they done this?

"I don't remember any of this!" Inuyasha didn't know why he yelled it, though the silence was too much. The kisses, the touches, they we're all too much. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to be doing, or how to feel. He didn't know why he hadn't run yet, or tried to kill the demon. He didn't know and it was driving him insane.

"I don't even know if I want you like this!" Sesshomaru was quiet as the hanyou seemed to break down, taking a step closer.

"Why are you doing this?" Inuyasha's voice came out weaker than he had expected, silence following once again. Inuyasha grit his teeth, suddenly feeling exposed.

"Forgive me, I had forgotten myself." Inuyasha looked to the demon with disbelief, saying his words over in his head again.

Did… Did the demon just apologize?

Inuyasha was being overwhelmed, his mind racing and his heart wanting to badly escape his chest. He wanted to attack the demon, to put an end to this. But he also wanted to taste more of him, to explore this.

But...

"If we were intimate, why did you never come find me?" Sesshomaru frowned, though for him it was a mere tilt of the lips. The expression was there though, Inuyasha resting more against the rock.

"I assumed you joined your miko," Sesshomaru replied, Inuyasha frowning when a memory of black hair appeared in front of him again. Inuyasha growled, clenching his hands into fists. He didn't remember anything and it was frustrating. Why would he just drop Sesshomaru for a miko?

Who was she?

What was he doing now?

"Why don't I remember anything?" Inuyasha growled out, slamming his fist against the boulder and creating a long crack.

His eyes flashed red, his youkai feeling his distress.

Sesshomaru quickly moved towards him, grabbing Inuyasha's wrists. Inuyasha glared at him, Sesshomaru looking down at him stoically.

"We will find out. Anger will not help." Inuyasha tried to get free, thrashing angrily and trying to dig his claws into his palm to attack the demon.

Sesshomaru turned the hanyou quickly, pressing him against the rock with his own body. The hanyou froze, Sesshomaru's arousal pressed against him. It was hot and hard, Inuyasha unable to hide his shiver. Sesshomaru touched his lips to the twitching ear, speaking calmly.

"They will come back to you. Calm down Inuyasha." The hanyou shivered at his name coming from those lips, his cheeks erupting with a blush. Sesshomaru saw it, pressing a little harder against the hanyou.

"Do you want me, Inuyasha?" Sesshomaru whispered, causing the blush to become darker. Inuyasha tilted his head so his hair would fall over his face, panting softly as he tried to control himself.

"I don't know what I want," Inuyasha replied, shivering when he felt the demon's arousal move between his cheeks. The heat against his hole felt good, making the hanyou gasp as his insides throbbed. It wasn't what he was expecting, Sesshomaru kissing his neck as he applied a little more pressure. Inuyasha stiffened, turning his head sharply to look at the demon over his shoulder. Inuyasha wasn't sure anymore what he wanted, or what he was doing.

The silence stretched as they just stared at each other, Inuyasha's cheeks red with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. He tried to hide it though Sesshomaru could smell his arousal, the demons eyes flashing red. Inuyasha felt the pressure against his hole when Sesshomaru pressed again, his blush darkening.

"This doesn't happen before courting, does it?" Sesshomaru shook his head, his eyes showing his restraint. Inuyasha didn't know what to do, a strange urge to push back onto the demons arousal shocking his senses. He could feel the precum slide over his hole, could smell the demons arousal spike. Sesshomaru seemed to suddenly realize how they were placed, his resolve slowly sliding back into place.

"I will wait for you, Inuyasha."

The demon took a step back, Inuyasha almost whimpering at the loss of contact. The hanyou turned around, facing the demon with uncertain eyes. The moment had shocked his senses, the feelings of the others arousal too much for him. A part of him knew without a doubt, there had been something between them. Though his mind fought the urges, his body fell into place and demanded more. It was daunting.

"Why?" The hanyou whispered, the demon leaning down some. He was so close they shared breath, Inuyasha tempted to lean forward. His blush darkened.

Why?

Why was he tempted by this asshole?

Sesshomaru was about to say something when there was a knock, Inuyasha snapped out of his daze. He blinked, Sesshomaru's stoic face darkening with displeasure.

"Leave," Sesshomaru growled, the person at the door quietly replying.

"Forgive me, Lord Sesshomaru. Important letters have come in. They require your immediate attention." Sesshomaru glared at the shoji, slowly moving away from the hanyou.

"I will attend to them shortly. Leave." Inuyasha heard the shuffling, his ears twitching slightly. Sesshomaru leaned forward, placing a chaste kiss on the hanyou's lips. Inuyasha didn't fight him, wanting to taste that unique spiciness.

Sesshomaru pulled away quickly though, moving out of the hot spring and walking into the shoji. Inuyasha was left alone, more hot and bothered than he had expected.

He quickly got out, Sesshomaru already gone. Inuyasha quickly went to his room after drying and getting dressed, closing the shoji quietly.

The hanyou took a step back, unsure of what had just happened. He didn't know what he had done, why he wanted Sesshomaru.

The hanyou scowled, shaking his head violently.

Something was wrong with him, he knew it. He only had memories of Sesshomaru hating him, hurting me. Even then, those memories were hazy.

Everything that was happening was so sudden, and Inuyasha felt he should be putting up more of a fight. He should be running away, trying to kill the demon that he had only known to hate him.

But…

The heat between his legs was unmistakable, Inuyasha confused by it almost. He had memories of relieving himself before, though for some reason he felt weird.

Was he into Sesshomaru?

Was that what this was?

Though his memories were missing, was it possible that his body remembered Sesshomaru's touch?

Why...

Why did he ever leave his hut?