Inuyasha and Rin knelt over Sesshomaru, their faces rife with panic. He lied there, dizzy and slowly blinking, having no idea how he ended up on the ground.

He'd distressed his family again.

An image flashed behind Sesshomaru's eyes. Someone was digging through the stone and debris, calling for him. There was the scent of his own blood and the sensation of someone lifting him up against a warm chest with a frightened heart.

"Sesshomaru, look at me," said Inuyasha gently, pulling Sesshomaru from his thoughts. "Do you know who we are?"

It was as if he'd awoken from an impossibly long dream.

Sesshomaru sat up, relishing in the clarity of it all.

"Wait, no, Sesshomaru," Inuyasha protested, placing both hands on Sesshomaru's shoulders, "don't move. You passed out."

"Indeed. Though I assure you, Inuyasha, I am perfectly well."

Inuyasha's fingers squeezed. "You're not allowed to be the judge of that."

"Oh no?" challenged Sesshomaru with an arched brow. Before Inuyasha could react to the glint in Sesshomaru's eye, Sesshomaru had flipped Inuyasha onto his back and glided to his feet. He brushed dirt from himself, the corner of his mouth twitching upward.

Meanwhile, Inuyasha was busy drawing air back into his forcefully emptied lungs. "Okay," Inuyasha wheezed. "Made your point."

Inuyasha reached out a hand and Sesshomaru grasped his forearm, hauling him up. He did not let go.

"Rin."

"Yes, Sesshomaru-sama?" She beamed at him lovingly, a new light in her eyes.

"Forgive my rudeness, but do make yourself comfortable. We must excuse ourselves for a time."

Rin bowed her head, hands folded over her stomach. "Of course."

But Sesshomaru was already bodily tugging Inuyasha through the forest.

"What the hell?" Inuyasha wriggled his arm to no avail. "Where are we going? Don't ignore me!"

When Sesshomaru did not respond, Inuyasha quieted sulkily. But the silence only lasted for so long.

"Hey… Hey. Hey!"

When Sesshomaru was certain they were far enough away, he swung Inuyasha around to face him and pinned him hard against a tree. Wide-eyed and pressed fully against Sesshomaru's front, Inuyasha did not fight. In fact, Inuyasha grabbed Sesshomaru's hair and pulled his face close enough for their noses to touch, stopping short of a very bold move.

They lingered, their breaths mingling, as if they'd never done this before. There was the slight tremble of Inuyasha's lips and the flattening of his ears. There was the dry heat in Sesshomaru's throat and the sinking in his gut. There was the helpless fidgeting with each other's hair and clothes. There was the absence of the rest of the world.

Sesshomaru was the one to spare Inuyasha the task; he closed the distance himself.

With Inuyasha's face in his hands, his lips met Inuyasha's neck. Inuyasha took hold of Sesshomaru's waist then, releasing a shaky breath. Eyes sliding closed, Sesshomaru trailed his lips along Inuyasha's corded neck to his jaw, inhaling deeply. The hanyou smelled of earth, grass, sweat, and the addictive, masculine scent belonging only to him. How could one being smell this wonderful?

When Sesshomaru finally met Inuyasha's lips, he was nearly taken by surprise. Those lips moved against his own almost immediately. Without coaxing, without hesitation, Inuyasha simply kissed his lips in return.

Before Inuyasha, this level of affection had been unappealing and pointless. He'd not understood what it meant to truly desire someone. A body was a useless, uninteresting piece of flesh without the mind and words to make it something more. Inuyasha was a male hanyou with scarred flesh and atrociously kept hair.

He was the most beautiful thing Sesshomaru had ever known existed.

Inuyasha opened his mouth, accepting him, inviting him to do the same. It was Inuyasha's fangs biting Sesshomaru's lip. It was Inuyasha's hands moving over Sesshomaru's chest beneath the folds of his kimono. It was Inuyasha's hushed moans that made Sesshomaru throb under the spell of need inflicted upon all flesh and blood creatures from which he was no longer exempt.

Inuyasha was Sesshomaru's greatest weakness.

"Inuyasha," Sesshomaru panted raggedly, stilling his hands at the small of Inuyasha's back. "I must confess…"

"Con…confess what?" asked Inuyasha, equally unraveled. He sagged back against the tree, his fire rat robe slipping down to expose a shoulder.

Sesshomaru's claws brushed over the equally exposed collarbone and Inuyasha's throat bobbed. "For more than a year you played the part of my devoted brother," replied Sesshomaru in a low voice. "I knew nothing."

Inuyasha gave a mournful look. "I know. I can't even tell you how sorr—"

Sesshomaru's finger's covered Inuyasha's lips. "Allow me to finish."

Inuyasha nodded, though he pinched Sesshomaru's side spitefully. It was the spot Sesshomaru had been pierced by the arrow.

Sesshomaru huffed a short breath and removed his fingers, placing them instead where Inuyasha's neck met his shoulder. There, Sesshomaru affectionately fondled the skin where he'd marked the hanyou. Long-healed puncture marks still sensitive to the touch. The marks would never cease to fascinate him. That night, they'd coupled inside a cave by firelight, taking each other multiple times throughout. Inuyasha had marked him then as well. Sesshomaru's mind had forgotten the significance of his scar during this past year, but his body never had. The mark had thrummed with every seemingly insignificant touch from his brother.

"Not a single day passed that I did not ache for you," confessed Sesshomaru fervently, his golden eyes ablaze. "Insanity and doubt gripped me at every turn. I could not understand my own desires. You were always there, right in front of me, and that was where I needed you to be. I tried to behave as closely to the brother you once knew as I possibly could if it meant you would be with me for even a moment longer."

Inuyasha's breath hitched, moisture glistening in his eyes. "Sesshomaru…"

"Hush," whispered Sesshomaru before placing a chaste kiss on Inuyasha's forehead. This needed to be said. "Every touch from you was a bliss I was certain only I would ever long for. Robbed of my memories, I have been lost and foolish, living in denial. But I know now, Inuyasha…if you had told me the moment I awoke to your exhausted, concerned face that you are my mate, I would have believed you. I always knew I belonged to you. It is something that could never be erased."

Inuyasha's hand covered his mouth and his eyes were squeezed shut. It was a valiant, failing attempt at containing his emotions. Sesshomaru smiled softly and drew Inuyasha forward into his chest, cradling him as Sesshomaru had only dreamed of doing during his long recovery. He stroked the back of Inuyasha's head and over each soft, lain back ear while Inuyasha pulled himself together.

"The next time someone succeeds in dropping a cliff on my head you will at least tell me I am your exclusive instrument for pleasure, yes?"

Inuyasha snorted a laugh against Sesshomaru, though it sounded rather like a nasally sob.

"I would prefer a less jarring title, of course," continued Sesshomaru, "but at least that way I would deem it safe to request that you touch me. I cannot last another year without this. I am not as strong as you are." Inuyasha snorted once more and shook his head, effectively nuzzling between Sesshomaru's pectorals. "I want to remember these times for the rest of my days. With that in mind…" Sesshomaru circled the back of Inuyasha's neck with a thumb. "I want you to tell me about our fifth winter together and what your friends caught us doing. Tell me that you do not know which pillow is yours because we have both stolen each other's so many times. Tell me about the first time I saw your human form. Tell me you prefer to sleep with your arms wrapped around me."

Inuyasha looked up then, his eyes swollen and wet. Hope shone in that battered gaze. "You…remember that stuff?"

"I remember everything."

"Holy shit. Holy shit!" Inuyasha wound his arms around Sesshomaru's neck, shaking with laughter while he showered Sesshomaru's face with sloppy kisses. He nearly succeeded in crushing the breath out of the youkai.

"If I had known you would try to kill me I might have kept silent," replied Sesshomaru with mock annoyance.

"Oh come off it, you love this."

Inuyasha was right, of course. And though Sesshomaru would never say such a thing aloud…it was quite possible Sesshomaru was the more affectionate one of the two. Validating his mate's claim, Sesshomaru buried his face into the soft warmth of Inuyasha's neck, closing his eyes and holding onto him just as tightly.

There was no usual teasing remark. Inuyasha simply laid a hand on the back of his head, stroking his hair. Sesshomaru relished in this still moment, recalling how close he had come to relinquishing it. He might have doomed himself to wandering the land again, never to return, never to understand the turmoil in his heart. Inuyasha had stopped him. Somehow, Inuyasha had brought him back, had torn him from the dark. This creature in Sesshomaru's arms held a mysterious power unrecognized by Inuyasha himself. Inuyasha played at being the unaffected scoundrel when in truth he created peace for those around him. A rare soul, Inuyasha could be trusted with any life, indifferent to the blood that ran through a person's veins. Sesshomaru once considered this part of his brother a weakness, but he had been forced to recognize the strength required to show such mercy and to defend a world with no place for him in it.

Inuyasha had been forced to carve out a place for himself. Against all odds, Sesshomaru was now a part of Inuyasha's hard-earned life. Perhaps this was because there had never been a real place for Sesshomaru either. As it went, there truly was no rest for the wicked. Not until wickedness was no longer worth the estrangement.

"I swore I was gonna have to hold you down and beat you over the head with a log until something clicked and you liked me again," Inuyasha murmured against Sesshomaru's hair.

Sesshomaru opened his eyes, exhaling amusedly. "I suppose I should be grateful your colorful words reached me before your violent streak did," replied Sesshomaru.

"You bet your ass—holy crap. Rin. She needs to know you're okay. You have to tell her."

Sesshomaru nearly winced. He knew Inuyasha was absolutely right and it was abhorrent of him to put off easing Rin's mind for any longer. And yet a significant portion of Sesshomaru wanted him to stay exactly where he was for the rest of his days.

Reluctantly, Sesshomaru peeled himself away from Inuyasha before they adjusted themselves accordingly and accompanied each other back to the house.

Sesshomaru welcomed the scent of their home as they walked through the door. It was the scent of a lived-in home—a blend of smoke, dirt, food, herbs, wool, and Inuyasha. He welcomed the accidental burn mark in the floor and the clearly patched, anger-driven hole in the wall. He welcomed the awkward, colorful array of cups and bowls, their matches lost or smashed, and he welcomed Inuyasha's inexperienced, lopsided attempt at crafting them a chest to hold their things. Each imperfection represented an irreplaceable memory.

"Hm?" Inuyasha lifted his leg and peeled a bit of inked parchment from the bottom of his foot. He scanned it, his cheeks reddening before he coughed and thrust the letter into Sesshomaru's hands. "Rin ain't here."

A curious brow risen, Sesshomaru straightened the parchment and read Rin's message.

"My dear Sesshomaru-sama and Inuyasha,

I know what you both are up to, so I think it would be best for me to be nowhere near here right now. I also figured you might want to have the house to yourselves tonight, so I've gone home. Please, do pay my husband and me a visit tomorrow. We would both be happy to see you, so please be nice; I'll make red bean buns.

Much love,

Rin"

Eying Inuyasha's entertaining discomfort, Sesshomaru set the letter aside. Rin was a wonderful girl. "We are alone," he commented with a necessary amount of nonchalance.

"Yeah," agreed Inuyasha who absently scratched at his arm through his sleeve. "Guess we are."

Taking a step into Inuyasha's personal space, Sesshomaru took his brother's nerve-riddled hand and laced their fingers together. Inuyasha's gaze shifted helplessly. "The images flooding your head," breathed Sesshomaru into a fur-covered ear. "Would it be inaccurate to assume they involve a distinct lack of clothing?"

With a shake of his head, Inuyasha wet his lips. "It's been such a long time," Inuyasha reflected dazedly. The hand in Sesshomaru's gave a light squeeze.

"It has."

There was a pause.

"Bet I can get mine off before you can!" Inuyasha made a break for the room adjacent.

Cracking an undeniably fond smile, Sesshomaru was not far behind him. Inuyasha was indeed the first to strip down to his skin but Sesshomaru was the first to lounge sideways on the futon, his eyes beckoning. Inuyasha claimed the space in front of him so they faced each other, their legs interlocking in the same mutual motion.

There was no hesitation this time when they each closed their eyes and their mouths met in a strong clash of eager tongue and softly darting fang. The kiss was wide open and breathless from the start, shameless in its shared, wet, unkempt desire. Sesshomaru tasted Inuyasha deeply, mercilessly, his head bobbing forward while he held Inuyasha in place by his hair. With his free hand, Sesshomaru explored the smooth curves of a firm, muscular arm, imagining the near-forgotten strength of it wrapped securely around his midsection during the grinding throes of passion.

Inuyasha sucked Sesshomaru's bottom lip into his mouth, releasing it with a moist smack. He then rolled Sesshomaru onto his back and crawled on top of the youkai, nestling in between his legs while a hand pinned his shoulder to the futon. Inuyasha's feral grin quickened Sesshomaru's heart. That glorious mouth latched onto Sesshomaru's neck and nibbled down to his chest. Aggressive in its domination, Inuyasha's tongue lathed and flicked each nipple with a grazing of fang until they were tender and Sesshomaru swelled with a pulsing heat at the hunger his mate seethed for him. Legs spreading of their own accord, Sesshomaru moaned softly into the room's near-darkness.

Shifting further down Sesshomaru's body, Inuyasha's lips dipped below Sesshomaru's navel. "I love when you do that," he said between kisses.

"Do what?" asked Sesshomaru. Breathless, he propped himself up on his elbows so he could easily watch Inuyasha's tantalizingly bold exploration of his body.

A searing, clawed hand rested atop Sesshomaru's thigh while the other brushed lightly, teasingly through the tuft of curled silver hair between Sesshomaru's legs. "When you make noises like that." The hanyou looked almost shy when he admitted that, despite what he had just been doing with his mouth. "It took me forever to get you to react to anything I did…" His thumb massaged circles into Sesshomaru's thigh for a moment while his breath seemed to calm. "I know sex was sorta weird for you at first. And you basically did it because you knew I wanted you."

Sesshomaru frowned lightly, unaware Inuyasha had been so attuned to him back then. He certainly recalled his own confusion at the appeal of melding their bodies together in this way. Such acts had never been any kind of allure to him before. Sex, in his mind, had been for reproduction, and he and Inuyasha were two males. But Sesshomaru had fallen so deeply in love with the hanyou brute, he'd been willing to try anything.

"I wanted you," Sesshomaru insisted fiercely, brushing Inuyasha's cheek with the back of his hand. Once Sesshomaru had grown comfortable during their couplings and discovered multiple ways to give Inuyasha pleasure, his apprehension had melted away.

Inuyasha leaned into his touch, a tender warmth in the deep gold of his eyes as he looked at Sesshomaru. "I know you did. But you were the most reserved I'd ever seen you whenever I tried to bed you back then, and that's saying something. For the first time in our lives we treated each other like we were breakable and it scared the hell outta us both. I was horny as fuck and felt like shit about it because I was afraid you hated intimacy. Took me damn near forever to give you an orgasm for the first time."

Swallowing, Sesshomaru cupped Inuyasha's face, receiving a chaste kiss in his palm. He had been unaware of the degree of Inuyasha's mental turmoil on his behalf. Back then, Sesshomaru had been too concerned that he had absolutely no idea how to please the only person he'd ever wanted to. Evidently, Inuyasha had felt the same way.

"But you opened up," continued Inuyasha, his eyes distant and remembering. "For some reason. Maybe you figured out I didn't know what I was doing either. But you moved. You touched me and tasted me all the time. You closed your eyes and you moaned my name and you damn near howled, Sesshomaru. To hear your voice like that…gods, it drove me crazy. I figured out you wanted it—wanted me—as much as I wanted you."

Heart thundering, Sesshomaru's lips parted but no words came out.

"I just wanted you to know." Inuyasha concluded quickly with a deep blush rising on his face. It seemed he was beginning to truly realize everything he had just said aloud to Sesshomaru. "That's one of the things I'll tell you if—if you ever forget again." His eyes shifted to a direction that was not Sesshomaru's.

Gods, thought Sesshomaru as he proceeded to sit up and wrap Inuyasha's head in his arms. His mate was far too precious for this world. "Thank you, Inuyasha," he said warmly. "I will always need to hear this from you."

"Y-yeah. Sure." Inuyasha's response was muffled by Sesshomaru. "Did I kill the mood?"

Giving a light chuckle, Sesshomaru took one of Inuyasha's hands and guided it between his legs to wrap Inuyasha's fingers around his blatantly erect flesh. "What do you think?" he asked.

Lifting his head, Inuyasha gave Sesshomaru a few slow, thorough strokes, forcing Sesshomaru to roll his hips at the sudden, tortuous relief. Inuyasha lifted himself onto his haunches then, keeping Sesshomaru in his hand. He leaned into Sesshomaru's pointed ear, debauching the lobe with his tongue and teeth before whispering, "How do you want it?" Before Sesshomaru could even consider the question while his mate touched him for the first time since before he'd lost himself, Inuyasha added, "Because I was kinda hoping you'd fuck me tonight."

Sesshomaru was so thoroughly aroused, Inuyasha's gravelly assertion sent an astonishing jolt of pleasure through his nether regions without the smallest physical stroke. "Hands and knees," ordered the youkai without reservation.

Following a smug, seductive look, Inuyasha complied and moved to his hands and knees, his rear positioned directly in Sesshomaru's line of sight. Sesshomaru knelt in turn before the eager backside and parted Inuyasha's soft cheeks. He watched as the puckered opening clenched in anticipation. His breath ghosted over it.

"I'm glad you like the view of my ass, Sesshomaru but—oh fuck, okay," Inuyasha shuddered as Sesshomaru licked a path from his balls to his anus. With a handful of rough, long strokes he moistened the area, allowing his lips to glide easily over flesh while he kissed Inuyasha there with a wide-open mouth and wiggled his tongue. Cursing, Inuyasha rocked back into Sesshomaru's face, coaxing the lustful youkai to push his tongue inside. He thrust shallowly, gently massaging Inuyasha's balls with his hand. Once the taut ring of muscle no longer resisted the width of his tongue Sesshomaru swirled it around, stretching Inuyasha's insides. As Sesshomaru tasted him, he imagined a dark-haired Inuyasha on a moonless night, lying on his back, preparing himself with blunt, clawless fingers for Sesshomaru to see.

"Come on," Inuyasha whined breathily, his claws digging into the mattress beneath him. "I'm ready for you. Just—just grab the bottle under the floor."

Similarly fervent, Sesshomaru withdrew and crawled over to the loose floorboard, drawing it up and out with his claws. They'd each hidden many things in that hole over the years. Not from each other but from plain sight and obvious discovery. It was theirs. Countless times Sesshomaru had walked this floor over the past year, oblivious to it. This time, the hole contained nothing more than a polished wooden shaft and a brown bottle of oil.

Sesshomaru raised a pleasantly surprised brow, recognizing the shaft as Inuyasha's own handiwork. "This bottle is almost new," he commented, plucking it from the hole.

"I had needs, Sesshomaru," replied Inuyasha shamelessly while still in position. "I might not have had sex with other people but I ain't no saint, here."

A brief image of Inuyasha sneaking into this room from outside in the middle of the night when struck by the urge to take it up the backside lit Sesshomaru's eyes with rampant merriment. "Believe me," chuckled Sesshomaru as he dripped oil between Inuyasha's buttocks and rubbed it in with a thumb, "I would be disappointed in you otherwise." Pouring oil into his hand, Sesshomaru slicked himself up as well before returning the bottle to its unholy resting place. When he glanced back at his impatiently waiting mate, he shook his head lightly. "Not like this."

"Not like what?" Inuyasha was already touching himself.

"I want you this way." Sesshomaru lay on his side again, an arm outstretched in front of him. "Press your back to me." He craved a more personal release.

When Inuyasha's warmth lined the front of his body, Sesshomaru gave a small, content sigh. Securing his arm across the glistening plane of Inuyasha's chest, Sesshomaru proceeded to sweep the curtain of ashen hair above their heads so he could trail fleeting kisses along Inuyasha's upper-back and neck. His oiled hand slid affectionately along the curve of Inuyasha's ribs and waist, concluding its path with a grip around his own length. They groaned in unison when Sesshomaru finally pushed himself inside Inuyasha until his hips cradled Inuyasha's rear.

Reaching back to squeeze a handful of Sesshomaru's backside, Inuyasha turned his head and torso within Sesshomaru's hold and captured his lips in a slow, tender exchange of their elated sentiment while he adjusted to the intrusion. After a blissful moment of this impossible closeness, Inuyasha nipped Sesshomaru's jaw with a soft growl and pushed back against him, a clear indication that he was unwilling to wait any longer.

Clutching Inuyasha tightly, protectively in his arms, Sesshomaru pulled himself out before sliding gingerly back in. Inuyasha's muscles clenched gloriously, deliberately pleasuring Sesshomaru with each forcefully slow thrust. Inuyasha shot him a knowing grin, prickling Sesshomaru's left buttock with his claws. Since this was apparently nothing for Inuyasha, Sesshomaru licked his lips appreciatively, vowing to reduce his mate to a senseless, shuddering mess in his hands.

Mouth latched on to Inuyasha's marked shoulder, Sesshomaru moved. He thrust hard, building a steady rhythm that shook the futon and filled the air with dull, wet slaps and harsh breaths. They moved together, one writing mass of grunts and broken, endearing words. Inuyasha was so beautiful in his rising pleasure.

"Ah, gods yes—there, right there," Inuyasha moaned raggedly, his head arching back into the pillow while he met each swift thrust, though tremors wracked his legs. "Please—touch me," he begged Sesshomaru with his bottom lip pinched between his teeth.

Feeling himself fall steadily apart, Sesshomaru grasped his brother and stroked him firmly to the rhythm of their hips. Sesshomaru felt his mate's muscles tighten and heard the crack of a wide open jaw before Inuyasha pulsed in his hand and released, Sesshomaru's name flying from his tongue in a long, resounding groan of guttural pleasure.

The strong scent of Inuyasha's seed pushed Sesshomaru over the edge of sanity with a few more rolling thrusts into clenched, slippery heat. Sesshomaru muffled a deep, broken cry in the crook of his mate's neck, shaken to his core by a powerful orgasm that struck him in waves.

Eyes open in stunned ecstasy, they stilled against each other and Sesshomaru's softening member slipped from its divine sheath. When Inuyasha found it within himself to move, he twisted around in Sesshomaru's arms to face him and slipped a knee between his legs. They stayed that way for a long moment, brushing disheveled hair away from sweat-dropped faces and running their fingertips along any stretch of exposed skin they so desired.

It was wonderful—to touch and to be touched. There was no quiet wondering as to whether or not Inuyasha would ever touch him again. Sesshomaru's memories had granted him the understanding that this gentle proximity was something they both needed with their whole, unabashed selves.

Inuyasha's body had always been somewhat smaller than Sesshomaru's. It was more apparent whenever they were down to their skin. It had been a long while, however, since Sesshomaru had considered Inuyasha to be small in any way. They were each content to comfort and to be comforted, to protect and to be protected. Neither of them thought they needed any form of protecting, but they usually fought their battles side-by-side any way; so a fair amount of protective instinct was to be expected. They were equals.

"My turn next?" Sesshomaru asked, his fingers tracing the outline of soft lips.

"Absolutely." Inuyasha drew Sesshomaru's hand to the back of his neck instead, placing a quick kiss on Sesshomaru's chin. "I was thinking you—in my lap—with your legs around my waist."

Sesshomaru raised a brow, his mouth twitching against a smile. "We shall see." In all honesty, it was a tame request coming from Inuyasha. "Is there something else you would have me do?" he asked in a sarcastically seductive tone.

Inuyasha chuckled low in his throat, a familiar glint in his eye. "We've got loads of time, Sesshomaru."

This was true. Time was something abundant to them if they could keep each other alive.

They would visit Rin and torment her doting husband and watch her raise hanyou children with all the care a mother could give them. They would protect the land together and then lick each other's wounds afterwards. They would fight in the morning and then forgive each other by nightfall because they'd realize the stupidity of it all and would rather swallow their pride than sleep alone. They would have unbelievable sex beneath the stars or on whatever surface they saw fit at the time.

This was Sesshomaru's life. The life he shared with his brother, his mate, and his dearest friend.

They kissed gently, entwined and unwilling to part for the world, their tongues soft and lingering. Sesshomaru's mind drifted through the past year. He kept returning to a conversation they'd had months ago.

When Inuyasha had called him a wanderer, the term had stuck in his mind. To Inuyasha, the term had defined Sesshomaru during a large portion of his life. Inuyasha had been unable to tell him why he'd suddenly stopped moving. And without his memories, Sesshomaru had been unable to puzzle it out. He'd given up his preferred lifestyle for a shabby cabin? He had not felt in his mind that this was something he would do.

Desires of the heart had never been overly apparent to Sesshomaru. In the past, his forefront desires had been fueled by greed and selfishness, not to say he hadn't been selfish in wanting Inuyasha.

No longer was Sesshomaru a wanderer because his journey was over. He knew it deep within his tainted demon heart, awakened by a small human child and claimed forever by a compassionate, foul-mouthed hanyou.

Sesshomaru had discovered a soul mate and an equal in the last person he would ever have expected.

One wanders, not until he is told to stop, but until he is given a reason to stand still.

Sesshomaru's reason was Inuyasha.

Greetings, my loves! I hope you enjoyed this little story I've picked away at for a few weeks. Guess I was in the mood for some good old-fashioned sappy love. I would be so grateful if you would share your thoughts with me. Thanks for reading!

- Doodles