Chapter 7

Author's note: Wow… It's been a minute. Midterms have kicked my butt more than I ever thought possible, and since I'm done for a minute… Extra long chapter! Cause I'm lazy and don't want to upload two.

Nothing was missing.

Surrounded by warmth, peace was the only emotion present. There was no want to leave it, no want to mask it with something else.

It was perfect.

Inuyasha didn't think beyond those simple thoughts as he woke from a peaceful slumber, his body absent of pain. It had been a long time since his body had felt so alive, yet so calm.

His demon gave him silence, seeming to near roll around in the scent that wafted heavily from the pillow next to him. Inuyasha sighed contently as he wrapped his arms around the pillow, pulling it closer to him and breathing in the scent left behind.

Sesshomaru.

Golden eyes snapped open.

Inuyasha released the pillow and sat up quickly, looking around the room he slept in. Sesshomaru was nowhere around, and though that made the hanyou feel a tad depressed he squashed the feeling.

He threw off the furs that had previously granted him safety, now only adding to his angst. He blamed his angst on the demon, not wanting to delve any deeper into them. The hanyou was an angsty demon in general, though the emotion was quickly covered with anger.

He was Sesshomaru's concubine.

Sesshomaru, the demon that ignored his existence for most of his life. The demon that defiled his body, and took his innocence.

Inuyasha huffed, looking down to his naked form. Though his angst had turned to anger, the mere thought of the demon affected his body. The sight made him look like a wanting bitch, though the hanyou would be damned before that ever happened!

Well…

It already did happen, but still!

He was a proud half demon damn it!

The hanyou nodded before looking for some clothes to wear, finding his fire rat ensemble was replaced with silk kimonos. The hanyou turned his nose up to them, though put one on so he wouldn't be walking around bare. The colors weren't as broad as he would have hoped, the silks consisting of faded pinks to slightly darker blues. The colors varied enough that if we wore them all, they would blend together beautifully. He forewent the pink and grabbed a faded red one, the color getting darker towards the bottom and near white at his shoulders.

It was…

Surprisingly beautiful on him.

Not that he like it.

Inuyasha looked around the smaller room that set forth his label as concubine, trying to find a haori or hakama. There was none however, not even a fundoshi to secure him. The only things he had were silk kimonos and obis.

Inuyasha blushed.

Sesshomaru wanted him to dress as a woman?

Who did the stupid demon think he was!

His claws dug into his palms as he began to shake in rage, deciding he would give the demon a taste of his own damn medicine. He grabbed an obi with an angered grunt, the soft material made of white silk.

The hanyou wrapped up the obi so it wasn't so big and wrapped it around his kimono, the long silk dragging on the ground. The obi made the kimono hug his frame, and though he only wore one, it smoothed out his edges and left him with a shadow of a curve around his hips.

Now he looked more like a girl!

Inuyasha growled and threw open the shoji, stopping in his angered storm when he saw his sword. He grabbed it for good measure before tilting his nose to the air, scenting for the demon. His smell was everywhere, though scents from maids obscured it in some parts. The hanyou blushed when he came to realize he would more than likely be seen like this, stalking back over to the bed and looking through the kimonos for one that would conceal him a bit better.

Only to find they were high quality and extravagant.

Inuyasha tried not to huff as he put on a second kimono, leaving it open. It looked as if it was hand painted with water, the designs of cherry blossoms and faded green leaves. He would never admit that it reminded him of his mother.

The hanyou finally stomped out and sniffed his way to where Sesshomaru's scent was strongest, hiding himself just slightly when he came to a partially open shoji for a dojo. Sesshomaru was inside with three other demons, all four of them lacking body armor. It seemed it was going to be a simple spar, though the way Sesshomaru held himself…

Inuyasha felt his body try to reawaken, though a quick mental image of miyoga snuffed it.

By the way, where was that flea?

Inuyasha was snapped from his musings when he heard one of the men yell, his ear twitching at the sound of blades clashing together. One of the men had attacked Sesshomaru, his posture and face screaming for blood. However, Sesshomaru easily combated his many attacks, or deflected them with a quick side step and a flick of his wrist.

It was like watching water rush down a stream, though the smoothness of it would have fooled Inuyasha into thinking Sesshomaru was dancing. The demon was precise, not even a hair being cut as he twirled and parried. Inuyasha watched in awe, mesmerized by the demon.

Though his memories were still sadly few, he couldn't remember a time where they had actually fought. They mostly had a clear distaste of each other, and left the other alone. After he met Kikyo though, their interactions became fewer, and he had enjoyed the miko's presence.

Not that it mattered anyway.

In the end, she had used him, and he in turn.

He had been so close to the jewel too…

The hanyou frowned as he moved to press his back against the shoji, obscuring himself from the demon's views if they looked his way. Inuyasha looked down the long hallway and began a small walk, needing to think some things through.

Where had the jewel gone after he had been stuck to the tree? Did Kikyo seal it away?

He could only imagine she had passed away if his release didn't trigger her to find him. Though if that was the case, did that mean she destroyed the jewel?

No, she was the priestess that guarded it, she would have more than likely burned it with her body or passed it to somebody else. Seeing as how she wasn't quick to trust, she probably burned it with her body. Especially after what he had done.

He knew her well enough to draw that conclusion.

However, that brought up a lot of holes he wasn't expecting.

Who was the miko then that those people and Sesshomaru were talking about before?

This Kagome?

Inuyasha snapped out of his musings when he heard a gasp, looking up to see a maid staring at him with a mix of envy and hatred. She couldn't tear her eyes away from his kimonos, so Inuyasha could only guess she was one of the many that loathed his existence.

He didn't even have to try to guess what she was thinking.

It wasn't like he asked for the stupid silk anyway.

He went to turn around, deciding to head back to his room.

He wasn't allowed in the garden anymore anyway, though he still had his balcony.

He would be able to think there.

His heat had distracted him for too long.

"You taint those robes half breed."

Inuyasha stopped, fury burning in his skull.

He had met many people like her in his lifetime. He remembered one of his first few encounters after his mother's death, the hate that had piled on him like a boulder. He remembered being backed into a hut and beat with sticks like a misbehaved dog, remember the tears he shed as a pup.

He did not ask to be born.

Though he also grew a thick skin against those who tried to bring him down.

Inuyasha merely went to move past her, deciding that he would not run to his room like an injured pup. She would enjoy it too much.

"When Lord Sesshomaru is done with you half breed, the abomination you birth him will be treated just like you. You may be his first concubine, but there will come a proper Lady! You have no purpose but to warm his bed like the whore you are!"

Now that actually stung a bit.

Inuyasha spun around and slapped her, gaining a form of pleasure at seeing her crumble under his strength. He unsheathed his sword, hiding his smirk at seeing her cower on the floor.

He brought the sword down and heard it cut through the wooden floor, her scream echoing throughout the halls. Inuyasha paused before raising his sword, the maid shaking as her eyes shined with tears.

Maids poured from rooms while guards stormed in from the garden, whispers spreading through the halls as they regarded the situation.

His sword had cut into the wood next to her hand, the fear he placed in those eyes feeding a dark part of his soul. He had only cut a part of her claw, her fingers spared. Some of the maids gasped while the guards slowly dispersed, not wanting to anger the hanyou any further.

Inuyasha established his power the day he tried to escape.

Without a doubt, he was the son of InuTaisho.

"Remember this day wench," Inuyasha spat, saying it loud enough for all the maids to hear. Some cowered while others stared on with rage, though their submission was all he needed.

He didn't care if they didn't like him.

"Concubine or not, I have no problem with killing you." Inuyasha glared at her to cement his warning, other maids running to her aid as he walked past her to head back to his room. None dared touch him or look him in the eye, seeming to create a ripple in the wave of bodies to let him through.

He paid them no mind as he continued past the shoji of the dojo, ignoring Sesshomaru's pointed stare.

He didn't care what the demon had to say.

Inuyasha ignored the maid standing at the shoji to his room, brushing past her and opening the shoji hard enough to make the frame raddle. She was not fearful however of his anger, being the same maid that had gave him the tea after his rut.

She wouldn't get a thanks if she was expecting one.

"Your dinner is ready."

Inuyasha huffed, looking to her and not seeing a tray.

"Where is it stupid?" Inuyasha snapped, the maid leveling him with her stare.

"Lady Rin would like to eat with you. Lord Sesshomaru is busy, and she does not enjoy eating in the hall alone."

Lady Rin?

So a human could get respect before him?

Nice to know.

"I don't care," Inuyasha growled, expecting the harsh tone to make the maid finally stop bugging him.

She was not easily brushed off.

"I will not bring your dinner to you otherwise."

Inuyasha growled and slammed his shoji shut, facing the maid with an angered scowl. It wasn't that he actually needed the food anyway, he could go days without eating. However he was incredibly hungry, which would only worsen his mood. If he really wanted to think about how to find a way to regain his memory, he couldn't do it on an empty stomach.

"Fine you stupid wench!" Inuyasha spat, tucking his sword into his obi before crossing his arms inside his kimono sleeves. The maid turned away from him and led him down the hallway, Inuyasha tsking in annoyance but following.

They walked in silence, Inuyasha lost in his own thoughts as they walked. He would have never guessed Sesshomaru as the type to sit down with Rin and eat dinner. He always seemed like the distance type, if leaving him alone for hours on end meant anything.

Now that he thought about it, when did Sesshomaru ever go see him?

When he wanted him to warm his bed?

Had he really gotten accustomed to being Sesshomaru's concubine without realising it?

Inuyasha glowered, his appetite lost at the thought.

When did he become okay with being the demons bed warmer?

He? Inuyasha, the fierceful demon?

"Lord Inuyasha, you look very pretty!" Inuyasha focused on Rin, the little girl sitting at a long rectangular table. She sat on a seiza, garbed in a dark green kimono. Inuyasha sighed as he took a seat across from her, having to sit properly while wearing the kimonos.

It was a lesson taught to him by his mother many moons ago, though he never forgot. He just didn't usually care for table manners.

The maid left after he was settled, Inuyasha cursing her in his head. He turned his attention to Rin after a minute, the little girl still smiling.

Did she ever stop?

"It's all they had placed out or me," Inuyasha grumbled, not really in the mood to talk. Rin did not share his sentiment.

"Usually Lord Sesshomaru sits with me, but he has a lot on his mind recently. Or I go outside and eat under the stars, though I hoped he wouldn't be busy today. Lord Sesshomaru is very kind to me, so I don't mind."

Inuyasha already wanted to leave.

He'd never seen so much worship over the demon before Jaken.

That toad was a whole other story.

"Nice," Inuyasha sighed, trying to convey he didn't want to talk. Rin wasn't deterred.

"How are you liking your new home Lord Inuyasha?" The hanyou tried really hard to not sigh, looking to a window. It was snowing outside, the cold breeze chilling the room.

Inuyasha shivered.

He should have worn more of the kimonos.

"It's boring," Inuyasha finally replied, surprised when Rin laughed. He turned his full attention to her, her laugh warming him a bit.

It was sweet.

"That's why I like to venture out with Uh-Un and Jaken. I know no matter how far I go, Sesshomaru will protect me."

Inuyasha was silent.

Once upon a time, that was how he had felt for his mother. No matter how far he went, or where, he always felt she would protect him.

How long had it been since he felt that way?

"I can't leave," Inuyasha replied, two maids entering the hall with their food. The maids came in twos, placing out large amounts of food in front of them. Inuyasha raised an eyebrow, wondering why such a banquet was placed out for two people.

He waited till everything was placed before picking up his bowl of rice and chopstick, taking a small bite. Rin grabbed her chopsticks, picking up a piece of cooked fish.

"Ask Lord Sesshomaru if you can join us. He would say yes!" With that she began to eat, the small girl eating more than Inuyasha thought possible for a human. He didn't respond to her though as he thought, wondering if the demon would ever let him leave after his escapade.

"Would you like a drink?"

Inuyasha looked up, seeing the maid holding a bottle. Inuyasha raised his cup and watched her pour, a little bit of steam coming off it. He brought the cup to his lips, smelling the alcohol. He sipped it, the warmth helping with the chill he felt. Rin was served tea and together they drank and ate their fill, Inuyasha talking more the more he drank.

He had not realized that the sake seemed never ending, though he noticed that the world started to feel fuzzy. Inuyasha tried not to shake his head, knowing from his few experiences that it would not help.

"I'm tired of this place," Inuyasha groaned, his head against the cold table as he poked at his empty rice bowl. Rin giggled, the noise soothing.

"Miss Misaki is teaching me how to do calligraphy, join us tomorrow," Rin offered, the hanyou trying not to roll his eyes at the thought.

Like hell he would.

"Let's go play in the snow," Inuyasha offered instead, gathering his limbs as he tried to stand. It was already dark outside though the hanyou didn't care, having always wanted to play in the snow.

It was hard to do that with the thought of possible death lurking nearby.

"Tomorrow morning, Rin must wash then retire for bed," the maid he didn't like interrupted, Inuyasha rolling his eyes now.

"What's your stupid name anyway?" Inuyasha pestered, the maid sighing softly.

"Misaki."

Inuyasha snorted rudely, more stumbling than walking to the doors that would hopefully lead him back to his room.

"You'd be an annoying wench!" Inuyasha threw at her, hearing Rin's soft giggle.

It truly was a beautiful sound.

Inuyasha stumbled down the hallway near endlessly, trying to right himself so he wouldn't be made a fool. A misplaced step sent him falling however, strong arms catching him. Inuyasha looked up, narrowing his eyes as he tried to focus on the face in front of him.

"Se-Sesshomaru!" Inuyasha straightened up and rightened himself, though the shock quickly gave way to a bout of dizziness. Inuyasha put a hand to his head, his legs swaying dangerously. The hanyou yelped when he was grabbed and picked up like a bride, his embarrassment adding more color to his cheeks.

"You're drunk."

It was a statement, one that Inuyasha felt was obvious.

"Put me down, I can walk!" Inuyasha complained in a way that was far from dignified, though his order was not headed. Sesshomaru began to walk, and Inuyasha had no problem with guessing to where.

"I'm not doing anything with you stupid!" Inuyasha growled as he tried to struggle, releasing small grunts of effort though only succeeding with making himself dizzy. Sesshomaru didn't reply, his eyes straight ahead as he walked. Inuyasha eventually gave up, huffing a little in frustration.

"I don't want to mate with you," Inuyasha huffed when he was finally put down, pushing away from the demon. He heard a shoji open before he was pulled in, tripping over himself. He barely caught himself with his hands, managing with effort to turn over so he was sitting on his ass. He was too dizzy to stand back up, though he glared at the demon as he closed the shoji.

Sesshomaru turned to look at him, a thin eyebrow rising.

If Inuyasha could see himself then, how he looked would have conveyed a very different story. His obi had loosened, his sword having slipped out when he fell and slid across the floor. His kimonos had fell open slightly, his shoulders exposed seductively. A tan thigh was left uncovered, the knee raised and making the kimono open just enough for the smoothness of his ass to be seen. His hair was ruffled slightly, though the redness of his cheeks from being drunk and embarrassed only added a stronger effect.

The hanyou looked like a bitch in heat.

Inuyasha was too drunk to care about how he was being exposed however, his lips pulled down into frown.

It made Sesshomaru want to wipe it off his face and replace it with pleasure.

"Inuyasha…"

The hanyou tilted his head slightly, his legs shaky when his mind became clear enough for him to stand. He didn't bother fixing his kimono however, his eyes hardening slightly.

"I don't want to be your concubine."

Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow, taking a step closer to the hanyou. Inuyasha hiccuped, his head lowering when it started to feel heavy. His hair spilled over his shoulders, his ears twitching and laying flat against his head.

"I… I'm not something you can just use. I-I'm a fighter. I'm n-not just some toy for you." Inuyasha sniffled softly, not because he was crying, but because while he was gone his balcony doors had been opened. A shiver ran through the hanyou, his arms rising up and rubbing his shoulders.

Inuyasha felt the fingers against his chin, the gentle touch surprising him. Sesshomaru lifted his gaze, his own lustful.

"What do you believe a concubine to be?" Sesshomaru asked, moving closer till their bodies almost pressed together. Inuyasha blinked, his eyes widening and a shiver running through him when Sesshomaru reached into his robes.

Inuyasha's eyes closed, his lips parting slightly as he released a soft gasp from the heated touch to his arousal. Sesshomaru didn't stroke or apply more pressure beyond that touch, Inuyasha not even realizing he had began to thrust his hips in need for that friction.

"It means I'm y…" he took in a sharp breath, "your whore."

Inuyasha gasped when soft lips pressed against his neck, soft kisses trailed down to his collarbone. Inuyasha was near desperate now, releasing a whine as he delved his fingers into Sesshomaru's hair. His claws scratched softly as Sesshomaru pushed open the kimonos, exposing a perked nipple.

Inuyasha moaned when Sesshomaru licked it, his fingers tightening in the long locks. Sesshomaru teased the pink nipple, drawing out those small pleasured gasps that drove him to hysterics.

Inuyasha seemed to come back to his mind though, pushing away the demon and closing up his kimono.

"Wa-Where you even listening to me!" Inuyasha barked, Sesshomaru frowning at the interruption.

"You are not my whore Inuyasha. A concubine is a step down from an empress. Some women train their whole lives to become one."

That wasn't what Inuyasha wanted to hear.

"I'm not a girl!"

"You are not. But you are still mine." Inuyasha gasped when his mouth was overtaken, a hot tongue prodding his mouth with the intent to dominate. Inuyasha couldn't stop it even if he tried, his arms wrapping around the demons shoulders.

Sesshomaru picked him up and trudged over to the bed, dropping down the hanyou and tearing off the obi that stubbornly clinged to the hanyou. Inuyasha fought with his want to immediately present himself to the demon, his body needing release more than he needed to breathe. Inuyasha couldn't help but watch the demon undress however, the layers of clothes giving way to a muscular body.

It was a body built for war, a body honed to kill.

The thought turned Inuyasha on.

"I'm not yours," Inuyasha weakly argued, his hands slapped away from his kimonos which were violently torn open. The hanyou tried to cover himself but Sesshomaru wouldn't let him, The demon pushing the hanyou farther up the bed before moving on himself.

Inuyasha spread his legs eagerly, trying very hard to fight his own bodies desires. Sesshomaru wouldn't let him, setting in between the spread thighs and kissing a hot trail from his neck to a nipple.

It was torture.

The alcohol spoke for him.

"P-Please Sesshomaru! I need you inside me please!" Inuyasha couldn't believe he was begging for the demon, though behind the haze it seemed right. It seemed he was born to beg for this demon, to give himself to him.

Was this what drove their secret affair?

This desire?

Inuyasha cried out when sharp fangs slid over his sensitive nipple, his chest arching as his legs trapped the demon between them. Inuyasha wrapped his arms around strong shoulders, pulling the demon to his lips. He turned them over, straddling the growling demon. He rose to the balls of his feet, the kimono splayed out around him.

Inuyasha reached one hand back, unsure of how to connect them at first but quickly learning. He rubbed the head against his hole, wetness present. It was not nearly as much as what he had during his heat, but he didn't mind. He lowered himself down with slow rolls, moaning into the mouth against his with no restraint.

"Inuyasha," Sesshomaru hissed after he pulled away from the kiss, his claws digging into Inuyasha's hips. Inuyasha was never one to initiate their intimacy, his denial always in the way. A drunk Inuyasha was unhinged, begging and seeking more.

Sesshomaru had been consumed in his own thoughts and forgot about the hanyou, dreading whatever the hanyou began to think in his alone time.

He couldn't just forget about his lands, his territory needing to be monitored. The winter brought more deaths and famine. The worry that Inuyasha would remember plagued him, or whether he would conceive was one of his worst case scenarios.

He would not have his first born be born out of wedlock.

That would bring even more conflict, especially among the court and his mother.

All of that gave him a pounding headache each day, though all of it paled in comparison of how badly he needed to find pleasure in the hanyou.

He would murder for it, which he never thought possible.

Sesshomaru turned them over and pinned the hanyou's arms over his head with a hand, the other wrapping around the weeping arousal.

"Sesshomaru! Yes, please!"

The demon grit his teeth as he pounded into the willing hanyou, his body on the brink of breaking. Inuyasha begged for more though, his cries driving the demon mad. When the hanyou came the shock of being gripped to near pain forced his release, Sesshomaru groaning as he released his seed into the hanyou.

Inuyasha's cum covered his fingers, Sesshomaru bringing the wet digits to his lips. Inuyasha moaned at his small lick, his arms slinking up the demons waist.

After two more rounds, the two fell asleep in an exhausted heap. Inuyasha curled against the demon a few hours later, his body feeling funny. The hanyou tried to go back to sleep but couldn't, something not feeling right. He moved closer to the demon, trying to gain comfort from his warmth.

It was the first time the demon actually stayed in bed with him after their coitus, and the hanyou wanted to savor it. But everything he just ate was threatening to come back up.

He swallowed the urge to vomit, feeling comfort when Sesshomaru turned over and pulled him closer as if sensing his distress.

He needed to stop overeating.