Chapter 4

The entire day went by with no Sesshomaru. Not that the hanyou wanted him around anyway, the stupid demon could die for all he cared. It was just…

The hanyou sighed as he leaned against the rail of his balcony, watching the clouds roll by. Of all things, Inuyasha had not expected the castle to be in the sky. It wasn't obvious however, gardens lining the premises like a maze of color. However, the clouds were below them, floating slowly with the wind. The sun slowly reaching its low point, colors danced along the white fluffs.

He was aroused.

Inuyasha pushed away from the rail and hopped over it, landing next to a bush of roses. The hanyou suddenly froze, looking up to the balcony. It had been the first time he had even thought to leave the castle, and that thought irked him. He had only been comfortable being cooped up in his hut, so why he stayed in the castle so long was beyond him.

The hanyou shook his head and crossed his arms, walking through the maze with slight intrigue. The sun changed their colors as it set, Inuyasha slowing his steps as he looked to a black rose. It didn't fit in with the red roses, it's color not changing like the rest. It was unexpected, Inuyasha tilting his head as he tried to remember why it felt familiar.

He saw a girl with her back to him, her black hair trailing down in waves. Inuyasha reached a hand forward, pain bringing him back to the present. He had pricked his finger on a thorn, his blood adding color to the black rose.

Who was she?

"Inuyasha."

Sesshomaru was walking towards him, Inuyasha licking away the blood before facing the demon. Inuyasha crossed his arms, trying to hide his aggravation of being left alone. The hanyou tsked, not meeting the demons eyes.

"What do you want, Sesshomaru?" Inuyasha put emphasis on the demon's name, though if the demon noticed he didn't say.

"You agreed to hunt with me as a form of courting," Sesshomaru pointed out, his tone stoic though matter of fact. The hanyou felt his face get warm, knowing now exactly what Sesshomaru wanted from him. Sesshomaru saw the blush and tilted his head, the hanyou growing angry at his body.

What happened in the hot spring was a one time thing damn it!

"So we going or not?" Inuyasha snapped, growing more irritated. The demon blinked. Sesshomaru moved forward, the kiss catching the hanyou off guard. His body thirsted for the touch though, Inuyasha almost bashful as he felt his arousal twitch. Sesshomaru pulled away slowly, his eyes flicking down to the hanyou's blushed cheeks.

"We could, unless you have something else in mind?" The hanyou let his eyes slip down to look at those tantalizing lips, his arousal hardening in his hakama. Sesshomaru's lips upturned just slightly, Inuyasha looking back to the usually stoic eyes and seeing a mix of lust and smugness.

Never!

"What are we hunting?" Inuyasha finally asked, trying to put away his stubbornness for just a moment. There had obviously been something at the springs, and though the emotion was mixing very closely with humiliation, Inuyasha wouldn't deny the demon the chance.

He did enjoy what they had done…

No matter how much he didn't want to admit that.

"Dinner."

Inuyasha raised an eyebrow, never taking the man for one to hunt for his own dinner. He had assumed the demon was too much of a priss.

Inuyasha nodded however, Sesshomaru walking towards the edge of the maze, stopping a few inches from the end of the seemingly large cloud that held them in the sky. Inuyasha went to stand by his side, a small frown pulling at his lips.

That was too far for even a demon to jump from.

"How are we getting down?"

Instead of an answer a strong wind began to blow, Inuyasha raising a hand to protect himself. He watched in awe as the wind became a tornado, it's winds causing Sesshomaru's hair to fly into the air. The release of power was so strong Inuyasha felt his knees start to shake under it, his body reacting in a way he hadn't expected.

Sesshomaru's eyes became red before he became a ball of pinkish light, Inuyasha watching in awe as he shot into the sky. As a large dog demon turned to face him with a growl, a memory flashed. He felt hands grip onto his kimono, heard a woman's panicked voice. As quick as the memory came however, it evaporated, replaced by the arousal he felt.

Inuyasha tried not to blush as he stared up in awe at the magnificent demon, the demon seeming to walk on air towards him. The large head lowered down towards him, Inuyasha reaching a hand out and touching the soft fur. The touch felt intimate, felt natural and warm He tilted his head, not scared by the teeth that were easily as large as him. If anything he felt something close to…

What was this feeling?

The demon gently shook away Inuyasha's hand from the soft fur, walking towards the side and presenting Inuyasha its back. The hanyou jumped on after a moment of contemplation, feeling the muscles ripple beneath him as the demon jumped from the clouds. It woke something in him, Inuyasha having a thought that he would never admit to.

Is this how he would feel when they became intimate?

This strength, this power, this admiration?

When they touched the ground Inuyasha was reluctant to move away from the warm body, though as quickly as the demon came, it fell away in a wall of fire. Sesshomaru stood in front of him once again, his eyes looking into the hanyou's as if waiting for him to say something. The hanyou tried not to bring attention to his arousal, clearing his throat.

"What's for dinner?" Inuyasha asked quietly, Sesshomaru blinking before looking towards the forest.

"Preferably deer, Rin is growing." Inuyasha crossed his arms over his chest, tilting his nose towards the sky. His ears twitched in response to the many smells, Sesshomaru looking to the small appendages and tried not to smirk.

Cute.

"Track it Inuyasha, I will capture." The hanyou nodded and started to run, Sesshomaru keeping up easily at his side. The wind felt good against the hanyou's face, the feeling of absolute freedom making him feel a rush of adrenaline go through him. The hanyou moved faster, sniffing out the deer.

Though his memories were few, Inuyasha vaguely remembered most of his catches were fish. He only hunted for deer during the long winter months, when most fish were frozen under ice. It had always been a brutal affair without a sword the first few tries, though the hanyou couldn't deny his bloodlust. For some reason though, he felt he had not hunted in a long time.

Inuyasha ducked under a fallen tree, his nose twitching. He kept his breath soft as he looked over it, a deer standing in thick foliage. Inuyasha looked to Sesshomaru who kneeled beside him, his stoic eyes steeled.

He looked…

Beautiful.

Inuyasha blushed, the demon's eyes flickering to him. Inuyasha ignored his stare and looked back to the deer, moving his foot slowly as he prepared to attack. Sesshomaru didn't stop him even though he had agreed to capture it, the hanyou narrowing his eyes.

Inuyasha darted from behind the tree and dug his claws into the deer's throat, it's shrill scream cut off abruptly with a twist of its neck. Inuyasha gently laid it's limp body on the ground, Sesshomaru coming to his side. Sesshomaru threw it over his shoulder, Inuyasha seeing the blood seep into his clothing.

"Let me carry it," Inuyasha offered, Sesshomaru shaking his head as he began to walk back to the castle.

"No, this gives you a reason to clean me," Sesshomaru replied, the barest of smirks on his lips. Inuyasha blushed deeply, walking beside the demon as to not be left behind.

He couldn't begin to map out this area.

"You can clean yourself," Inuyasha grumbled, Sesshomaru quiet for a moment.

"So do you not wish to continue from last night?"

The hanyou's blush grew darker, his words leaving before he could stop himself.

"That was nothing!"

The demon stopped in his long strides, the hanyou halfway expecting to be backhanded. Instead soft lips touched his own, the deer dropped to the ground with a thud. The hanyou was pushed against a tree roughly, Inuyasha gasping softly as a hand slid down to his groin. The heat was sudden but he couldn't help but be drawn into it, a deep groan escaping when the hand moved between his legs to his hole.

Inuyasha was mad his clothes were in the way, though Sesshomaru pulled away before he could think to remove the offensive articles.

Inuyasha was left as a panting mess, his eyes lidded as he leaned forward for the taste that maddened his senses. Sesshomaru was gone now though, picking up the deer and heading towards the castle once again. Inuyasha blinked, his blush moving to his ears and giving the tips a pink hue.

The bastard!

Inuyasha tried not to huff as he caught up, silence following them to the castle. There the deer was taken by two servants in the kitchen, the deer placed on a table and dressed. Inuyasha watched for only a moment, not wanting to overstay his welcome.

He tsked as he walked by a servant that glared at him, feeling their malice without words. It was what he had expected, though with Sesshomaru having already left they had no need to hide it.

Inuyasha knew it.

The hanyou decided to go to his room to spare any advances from Sesshomaru, almost undone by his temptation. He was just about to lay down on his bed when his shoji was opened, Sesshomaru walking into the room. It appeared he had cleaned himself quickly, dressed in a new article of clothing.

Inuyasha used his hair to hide his blush, heading over to his bed to take a nap. It would be a while before the deer was ready to eat.

"Go away," Inuyasha mumbled, though Sesshomaru stayed.

"Inuyasha."

The hanyou opened his eyes, watching as the demon sat down on the edge of his bed. Inuyasha turned away from him, still angry he had been left alone all day. Sesshomaru didn't let him stay that way for long however, Inuyasha gasping when he was turned onto his back and kissed feverishly.

The hanyou moaned in need, too lost in the kiss to realize he was being undressed. Only when his kimono was pushed open did he realize, Inuyasha pulling away from the kiss with a groan of confusion. He took in a sharp breath when he realized he was naked from waist down, the demon himself naked on top of him.

"H-Hey!" Inuyasha protested, Sesshomaru moving forward and pressing his member against the twitching hole. Inuyasha froze as he felt the heat rub against him, his arousal throbbing in need. The hanyou began to thrust weakly into the air, the movement also allowing him to rub against Sesshomaru's straining arousal.

Inuyasha without thinking pushed down against the arousal, the head applying enough pressure it bordered on pain. Inuyasha groaned in discomfort but didn't pull away, his body screaming for the length to search deep inside him.

The hanyou lost himself as he pushed down harder, Sesshomaru growling low in his throat as he tried to contain his yokai. Both demons stilled when they felt wetness, Inuyasha rising up onto an elbow and Sesshomaru looking down to were they were almost connected.

There was wetness like a woman coming from Inuyasha's hole.

The hanyou gasped in shock and humiliation, never before experiencing such a thing. Sesshomaru was shocked himself, though a part of him howeled.

Inuyasha threw his head back when Sesshomaru pushed past his tight ring of muscles, allowing the flushed head to enter the wet hole.

"Wait! Ah… That… What's happening?" Inuyasha could barely talk as he fought for breath, all of his nerve endings standing on end. Sesshomaru had lost the war with his youkai, his musk though not at its peak too hard to control. Inuyasha could hardly find the strength to stop him, his own body demanding his heat, his power, his release.

Inuyasha licked his lips, needing it as badly as he needed to breath.

"Sesshomaru," Inuyasha moaned as the demon inched deeper, the girth making the hanyou feel nauseous. Inuyasha pushed against the chest above him, a small whimper escaping his throat.

Sesshomaru was shaking above him, his eyes closed tight as he sunk into the tight heat. He didn't want to take the hanyou like this, but his youkai demanded it. It howled for the hanyou to conceive, though Sesshomaru could hardly understand what that meant.

Inuyasha's pained face became one of pleasure as he cried out, his body pulling Sesshomaru farther inside. The demon growled as he tried to fight for control, backpedaling as he tried to pull away from the hanyou's delicious heat. Inuyasha grabbed him though, keeping him inside the tight walls.

Sesshomaru let out a deep growl, his youkai trying to slap away his desire to be gentle to the hanyou. His youkai wanted to pummel the mutt till he couldn't walk and never stop, never stop till Inuyasha was pupped.

Sesshomaru felt sweat fall down his temple as he fought against his desires, his hips moving against his will. The thrusts were gentle and soft, the hanyou mewling beneath him for it to be harder and deeper. Sesshomaru looked down to the hanyou and saw the red eyes, saw the markings of the yokai that pleaded for him. Sesshomaru pulled out of the tight heat with a groan, his resilience coming back to him.

It did not come back to Inuyasha.

With a strength the demon hadn't know the hanyou had he was turned onto his back, the hanyou climbing on top of him and positioning himself over the strained arousal. Sesshomaru didn't fight it as the hanyou worked his way down the length, Sesshomaru grabbing onto the rolling hips and pulling the hanyou down harder.

The whimper that left the parted lips was enough to drive Sesshomaru insane, his hips thrusting off the bed and into the demanding hanyou. Inuyasha cried out as Sesshomaru thrust from under him, the pain he felt almost overshadowed by pleasure. Inuyasha's yokai pleaded the demon for more, the rolling hips smashing down into hungered thrusts.

Inuyasha suddenly found himself on his back, his mind wiped blank as Sesshomaru let his yokai take control.

Inuyasha could have purred.

A deep part of himself yearned for this brutal intimacy, the feeling he would be torn apart by Sesshomaru's hunger. It was like playing with death, and Inuyasha loved it. The hanyou gasped for breath under the demon, his vision becoming splotchy from lack of air. It wasn't as if his lungs collapsed, only that each thrust took away his willingness to breathe.

Inuyasha needed more.

"Ha...H-Harder!" Inuyasha yelled out the demand with the little breath he had, Sesshomaru growling low in his throat. Inuyasha gasped when the arousal that granted him so much pleasure inched out of him, his shaking body turned onto its stomach. Sesshomaru pulled him up to his knees, his chest laid flat against the bed.

Inuyasha's thighs were shaking as he finally got in much needed air, though that ability was taken away as a clawed hand wrapped around his throat. Inuyasha felt the heat press against him again, drool sliding down his chin as Sesshomaru delivered his request. Inuyasha gripped the sheets in an effort to not slide down, closing his eyes.

Was this how they became lovers?

The need for release…

Temptation that drove them both insane with lust?

Inuyasha felt his consciousness begin to slip, his eyes opening to see blotchy spots dance around his vision. The hanyou choked on air when the hand let him go, the clawed hand instead going between his legs to his weeping arousal.

Inuyasha screamed.

Sesshomaru howled at the feeling of Inuyasha's release as he clamped around him, releasing into the shaking body beneath him. Inuyasha succumbed to the darkness and fell over, Sesshomaru's arousal slipping out of him wetly. The demon sat there on his haunches and tried to breathe, his yokai returning to the recesses of his mind. Sesshomaru looked down to the sleeping hanyou, a frowning pulling at his lips when he saw what he had done.

The hanyou's hole was red and bleeding, but the hanyou's face was relaxed and sated, looking lost in a dream. Sesshomaru reached forward and moved the hair away from the slim neck, seeing the bruise he had left behind. The demon wondered now if Inuyasha would leave, cursing his yokai for taking control.

It had only been two days and he had already defiled the hanyou!

Sesshomaru growled in anger, never before dealing with such a lack of control. His demon demanded he continue to mate the hanyou, demanded he pupped the younger. Sesshomaru fought the urge to roll his eyes, going to rise up only to realize something wet on his thighs. He frowned, swiping a finger through the sweet metallic smelling wetness.

Sesshomaru looked back to the hanyou's holes, seeing the wetness there as well.

What had happened?