Dark Heart Dawning
By: The Hatter Theory
One: The Force Of Gravity
Disclaimer: I don't own Inu Yasha. I don't own BT.
Warnings: Feudal bondage FTW! And some light s/m. Definitely cuckolding. Who knows what'll get thrown in here? This is for the Too Much GM for GM challenge. Which means...Well, things might get a wee bit uncomfortable later on. I've got a long list of kinks open on the tubes and I fully expect to be pillaging it. My whole goal is to shove as much kinky smut into this as I can while still maintaining some semblance of a plot.
Good Idea? (y/n)
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The world was quiet on her way to the well. The sky was dark blue, although the stars were dimmed by the light of a moon that hung so close to the earth she felt she could reach out and touch it. The silver orb in the sky lit the night, so bright that it almost seemed like it was the day The snow on the ground was cold and crunched beneath her feet, reflecting moonlight and only making the world around her brighter.
White reflected everywhere. Snow hung heavy on trees and covered the ground, a pristine, even blanket of powder. Perfect, untouched and virgin. Her feet moved up and down, marring the pallid stillness, shattering the silence with the crunching echos as she moved closer to her goal. Beneath the cover of snowfall, the path was worn into the ground. She knew it by heart.
Ice crystals clung to her woolen hakama and melted against her legs, cold and unforgiving. With each step the bitter chill crept further up her legs and slowed her down. By the time she entered the clearing, the pants seemed ready to fall off from the added weight. Even the bottom of her kimono, tucked inside of her pants, had accumulated water.
Half rotted timber partially buried in a snowdrift was the only thing to mark where the well stood, a silent testimony to her own foolish mistake. She let her hands rest on the barely visible wood, the cold seeping into her palms and fingers, numbing them.
Her life had not turned out as she had expected. After a thousand battles for the jewel, she had returned to her own home. Every moment she was there, she had longed for the past, for excitement and danger. The return to the past had yielded nothing but routine and bitter disappointment. Day in and day out, the same things occupied her schedule. Not that she hated it. Taking care of Shippou and Rin had proven to be a task in and of itself, one that she took on with the joy only a mother could. Learning to use the medicines nature provided also gave her satisfaction.
But her marriage was a dying disaster, and had little hope of being revived, not that she hadn't tried. But her husband stubbornly resisted, miring himself in the problems that had arisen on the night of their wedding. Even intimacy was bumbling and awkward, leaving her feeling empty and lonely. Dreams of intense kisses and long nights spent learning Inu Yasha's body and him learning her own had died a slow, agonizing death filled with innumerable moments of mortification and shame.
Each attempt to express her love, even in innocent ways, was met with a stony silence. More and more he was searching for work further afield, leaving the village behind for days at a time before returning. Each time the hanyou left it felt like being rejected all over again, once more for something she had no control over. Deciding the kami had a truly cruel sense of humor, she no longer asked them for help, for guidance. Inu Yasha's last rejection months ago had been more than enough to convince her that while they did exist (after all, she had been gifted with holy powers, supposedly) they found her misery amusing. At the very least, entertaining.
The ephemeral brush of an especially powerful aura brushed against her senses, halting her train of thought and alerting her to her audience.
“You can come out. I'm not so weak I can't feel you,” She called into the night, knowing the youkai in question would either choose to reveal himself or remain in the shadows. There was never any telling with him. However, she had no idea what she'd do if he did decide to show himself. It wasn't as if he were a friend she could confide in, and she clung to these moments of solitude where sensitive noses and too perceptive eyes didn't lead to uncomfortable questions or pitying gazes.
“You look at the portal as if you regret coming back.” His voice broke through the stillness, soft and sharp at the same time. His words cut at her, an observation from him, but to her an accusation she could not escape. Especially since it was at least half true.
“And if I do?” She bit out, too nostalgic for dreams of yesterday to care what the youkai thought.
“Then you should find your way back,” He intoned apathetically as he stepped into the clearing. She looked over her shoulder and almost laughed. White hair, white clothing, white skin. If it weren't for the colors on his clothes or the markings on his face, he could easily blend in with the snow blanketing the ground.
“I can't,” She sighed, looking back into the dark pit that was the well. In the queer brightness of the night, she could see to the bottom. Bones littered to ground, pale shadows reflecting the moon's light.
He came closer. She couldn't hear it, but she could feel it. Bright and undeniably strong, his aura pushed against her own, seeking dominance, an authoritative reminder that only served to annoy her. Allowing herself an outlet, her aura flared in challenge. It was only because she was Rin's teacher that she was comfortable expressing herself in such a manner. Any other would be killed for such an action.
“What is it you seek?” He demanded in a soft voice. “You come here every night.”
“How do you know?” She muttered angrily, dispelling his youki angrily as she pushed herself from the well's wooden rim. She was surprised as she turned towards him. His fingers wrapped around her throat almost carelessly.
“Such an action does not suit an ally,” She reminded him, feeling his claws beginning to prick at her flesh despite his loose grip on the column of her neck. His youki flared again and wrapped around her reiki once again, blanketing it and pressing into her, almost suffocating in it's bullying quest for dominance.
“I have never allied myself to you,” He responded calmly, as if his large hand on her neck was the most natural thing in the world. Light reflected off of his gold eyes strangely, the pupils reflecting a hint of green.
“Just leave me alone,” She demanded, not feeling the least bit of fear. Rin was his weak spot, though no one would ever say it aloud. Sure in the knowledge that he wouldn't do anything to harm her, one of Rin's favorite people, she flared her ki defiantly once more, satisfied when his eyes widened a fraction. It was the sudden tilt of his lips that worried her.
“No.”
His youki surged and swelled, filling the clearing and tangling with her reiki. Silently he stepped closer, and she wished she could look down and see if he was hovering over the snow. There was no betraying sound of the white powder crunching beneath his feet as he closed what little distance there had been between them.
“Why?” The question came out as a breath, the sound trembling and anxious, betraying her nervousness at his proximity. He inhaled deeply, face inches from her own. Hyper aware, she realized his thumb had begun stroking her neck, up and down. Utterly foreign, the sensation of the ridged digit rubbing a simple pattern warmed the flesh there. Perplexed by the motion, she swallowed thickly, awaiting his answer.
“You have not lain with the halfbreed in two seasons,” He stated simply, gaze intent and intense.
“What?” She stuttered, the thumb decidedly warm on the chilled flesh of her neck. Heat followed and dissipated, making her shiver.
“The half breed is foolish.”
Another strange statement, but one that sent her hackles up nonetheless, cutting through the nervous tension.
“He is my husband,” She snapped.
“I do not recognize human marriages, only matings. He was too weak to even give you that much,” He observed. The statement rubbed salt in a still open, bleeding wound. Most hanyou were incapable of bestowing a true mating mark, one that would tie their life with that of another. Inu Yasha had tried and lacked the power, or her own energy, the antitheses to youki, had rejected it. Either way, it had been the wedge driven between them, the reason for her husband's cold behavior and ever increasing distance.
“What of it?” She finally snapped, feeling the thumb beginning to make small circles. Uncomfortably aware of his nearness, she wanted to step back, but knew the moment she tried she would fall into the well and probably break her neck.
“You are not satisfied.”
That observation was too much for her wounded pride. His strange behavior coupled with his too true declarations broke her control. Angrily she forced her reiki to swell, battling the smothering blanket of his youki. Determined to be free of his presence, she tried to focus on sending jolts to his hand, hoping it might affect him like the tazers from her time.
Instead, his smirk grew and his eyes narrowed, flashing victoriously. For a moment the sight chilled her before her mind blanked as his lips made contact with her own, claiming them hungrily in a bruising kiss. Lips opened to scream and instead allowed his tongue to slip past and caress her own. The hand circling her neck, moved behind it to keep her in place even as her hands pushed against his chest, trying to get away. Not caring if she fell in the well, she tried to focus her reiki in her hands and hurt him. Instead, the attempt only served to bring a chuckle from deep in his chest that ended against her lips when he pulled back.
Eyes bleeding into crimson were filled with such undisguised hunger that she froze, reminded of a wolf that had suddenly scented prey. Or a mate. Never had she been the focus of such an intense, unwavering want. Not once in her life could she recall a man ever looking at her with the kind of naked lust reflected in the daiyoukai's eyes. Even before Inu Yasha had failed to give her the mating mark, he'd never looked ready to devour her, mind and body alike.
“You deny your nature,” He rumbled, lips brushing against hers as he spoke. Each caress was deliberate, and he punctuated the statement by touching the tip of his tongue to the center of her lower lip so lightly she almost thought she had imagined it.
“I don't love you,” She protested, needing to get away from him, from the unfamiliar headiness his gaze produced.
“I don't love you,” He offered in a deep voice not entirely his own. “I want you.” The statement was punctuated by his body pressing into hers, the evidence of his 'want' obvious despite the layers of clothing he wore, pressing against her stomach. Trying not to feel it, assuring herself that she was imagining the heat through the layers of cloth separating them, she shook her head insistently.
“I'm married to Inu Yasha,” She whimpered, hating herself for the interest her own body was showing, how it was responding to the claws tracing patterns on the back of her neck. Writing off the resulting shiver to the cold, she pushed against him with her hands once more, sending reiki pulsing into him. Once again, her display of power only seemed to amuse him.
“As I said, I do not recognize 'marriage'. To me, you are free,” He responded evenly, his hand forcing her head to tilt up and expose her neck. Her skin felt as if it was a size too small as his lips touched her jugular. Sharp fangs closed over it, holding it gently between them. A sign of dominance, whether she willed it or not. The action itself was darkly thrilling, pressing a button she hadn't even known she'd possessed. Hot, moist exhales puffed over skin pulled taut, and his warm, smooth tongue swept over it, resulting in a shudder that wracked her body despite the monumental effort she put forth to contain the reaction. His grip loosened, and he began moving over her neck, nipping and sucking on spots she hadn't been aware of existing five minutes before.
“Sesshoumaru-” She breathed, wanting to ignore the tightening of her breasts and the hardening of her nipples. “Sesshoumaru.” Much to her dismay, it came out sounding like a plea. The answering sound her made vibrated against her flesh, sapping the strength from her legs. “Please, this isn't-”
“Tell me to stop,” He breathed huskily next to her ear before taking the lower lobe between his lips, tongue tickling it gently before pulling away. “Lie to me and tell me you don't want my cock sheathed in your body.”
The word was one she had never dared to use before, at least not aloud. It stirred something dark and heady in her, adding to the heat between her legs as the image of him doing exactly as he said filled her mind. The very thought was forbidden and though it had never occurred to her before, it was suddenly tempting, seductive. That he was touching her, kissing her flew in the face of all reason and logic. A thousand motives supplied themselves eagerly, and yet none could break down the utter hunger in his words.
'I want you.'
The thrill of being wanted, of being lusted after cut a burning path down to her groin, rekindling a heat she had thought permanently frozen by Inu Yasha's withdrawal.
“I-” She choked out as his lips and teeth and tongue tried to distract her. “I-” A refusal was attempting to stutter it's way out of her mouth and her tongue was traitorously tying itself in knots, preventing the words from being said. The wrongness of the situation threw itself against the sensations he was expertly rousing, clashing and crumbling into dust when a fang scraped against her flesh harder than before.
“You want me to fuck you,” He supplied, voice only slightly muffled as he continued his path down her neck, pausing when he reached the collar of her kimono. “I can smell your arousal, the wetness between your legs.”
The blunt way he said it, the words he used wore at her resolve, that dark other inside of her unfurling and tightly wrapping her self control in it's shadow until it was obscured completely. Flushed, warm skin became hypersensitive, the harsh wool of her kimono scraping against it unpleasantly. The wetness he spoke of was pooling between her thighs. Feeling empty, needy, she tried to force herself out of it, to think about the cold snow on the ground that soaked her clothing. Instead she could only feel heat where he was pressed to her, his whole body radiating warmth. His manhood was pressed against her stomach, burning her skin through the layers of wool and silk.
This was Sesshoumaru, who hated humans. Sesshoumaru, that regularly ignored her and Inu Yasha. The daiyoukai that had tried to kill her several times in the past. Sesshoumaru, who was burning her skin with his lips and sending out pulsing, dominating waves of youki to tangle with her reiki that in no way felt malevolent, although she wasn't sure if the lack of destructive intent frightened her more or less.
“Please, Sesshoumaru-” She tried again, resolve weakening when he pulled her kimono open, exposing her chest the the cold night air. His hand left her neck and both came to palm her breasts, hands unbearably hot as he squeezed gently. His palms, rough from handling a sword for centuries, scraped deliciously against her nipples. Unknowingly she arched into the touch, too desperate for air to notice anything but his hands becoming rougher, fingers moving to pinch and tug at her nipples as lack of oxygen made her dizzy.
His hands fell away, ripping a whimper from her throat as she arched higher, missing their attentions until his mouth replaced them, fangs nipping at tender flesh and tongue darting out, leaving a rapidly cooling trail of heat in it's wake as he moved lower, capturing one nipple with his mouth. Shock trilled through her as he nipped gently and swirled his tongue over it. His hair was silky, sinfully smooth between her fingers as any thought of resistance flew from her mind.
She felt wanted, felt drunk, sinful and sexy. His unabashed, unapologetic lust soothed an ache that had left her feeling less than a woman. That shadow self within her, purely, instinctively female, was urging her on, begging her to give in to the sensations, to being wanted and touched.
Dexterous fingers were busy untying her hakama, pushing them down and exposing her legs to the freezing cold. Lips changed, moving to her other nipple as large, rough hands smoothed over her backside, claws digging into the flesh, trailing throbbing heat over the fleshy orbs and up her back before moving over her ribs. The pointed tips drew blood, the tiny drops beading the surface, although not falling. She could feel them cooling, gelling in place. The dark other forced the moan from between her lips, delighting in the shock of pain clashed with the pleasure, amplifying it.
He pulled away with a dark, feral snarl, eyes reflecting the light eerily. His hands moved lower and lower, coming close to the heat at her center. Her chest heaved as she drew in air in half strangled gasps while his red eyed gaze bore down on her.
“Tell me,” He demanded, his voice unnaturally deep.
“What?” She breathed, unable to form a coherent thought, much less a coherent sentence. Around her the world had shrunk to a bubble, nothing outside of the rough feel of the well rim beneath her hands as she tried to brace herself or the quivering heat pulsing through her body.
“Tell me what you want.” The demand left no room for argument, his tone making the words drift over her over sensitized skin like the tip of a blade, dangerously close to cutting flesh and all the more thrilling for the risk.
“Touch, please, touch me,” She whimpered, needing to feel his hands, aching for some release from the spiraling tension that threatened to break her in two. Even in fantasy, not that she had indulged in those in the last year, had such jagged pleasure been present, edges so vividly sharp that it crossed the line into sensual agony.
“Where?”
“There, please,” She begged. “Please-”
“Tell me.” His hand was resting on her thigh, the other going to toy with her nipple, distracting her.
“I can't.”
“Where?” The hand on her thigh moved to hover over her pubic mound, fingers hovering over the area that seemed to be pulsing out waves of heat. For a brief moment she imagined that his hand was warmer, on fire, the radiating heat combining with her own nad licking up her body. Dizzy and overwhelmed, the words tripped over her lips before she could stop them.
“Please, my-” She finally breathed, desperation winning over modesty. “Please, touch my pussy.” The darkness inside of her shivered at the word, replaying it slowly, throatily. The syllables echoed in her head, and her tongue seemed to burn at the utterance.
His satisfied hum was met with a sharp cry as his hand slid over the area and then came back up, middle finger sliding between her lips. Delicious friction sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. The pointed tip of a claw ghosted over her clit, the sensation making her hips twitch uncontrollably. Wet slickness was coating her inner thighs as she moved against his hand, too delirious from the heat to care what she may have looked like to him. Mewling whimpers rose from her throat and were strangled by his free hand threading into her hair and pulling her head back.
“I want to see you,” He snarled as his red eyes met her blue ones. Unable to look away from his face, she tried closing her eyes only to have him jerk her hair roughly. “Don't look away. Look at me when you come.”
She obeyed, opening her eyes despite wanting to look away from the feral, hungry gaze of her husband's brother. Shame should have killed the lust, even dulled the sinful intoxication spreading through her. Instead she felt completely bared, utterly naked in the face of his almost frightening want. Seemingly rewarding her acquiescence, his finger began circling her clit, the rough pad sliding around it quickly. Maddeningly he seemed determined to avoid direct contact, making her thrust and roll her hips into his hand, attempting to gain the desired touch, needy for the pressure she knew would bring release.
“Sesshoumaru.” It was a simple gasp, but it was enough for the daiyoukai. Any attempt to tease was obviously discarded, the callused pad of his finger pressed down on the bundle of nerves, rubbing it expertly. His eyes pinned her down and his youki wrapped around her.
“Now,” He commanded sharply.
It was ridiculous that he thought he could command her orgasm. In some far off place in her own head, she was aware of that. However, her body only seemed too willing to oblige him, the tension in her shattering. A loud wail filled the night as her blood turned to fire in her veins, burning her from the inside out. For a moment she felt herself falling backwards, into the well. His hand left her hair and kept her stable, resting at the small of her back, claws pricking the already abused skin and lancing the pleasure, amplifying her gratification instead of burning through it.
Taking advantage of her dazed state, he leaned down, mouth next to her ear, lips grazing the lobe.
“I could thrust into you,” He whispered seductively, his hands moving to rest on her bottom, claws tracing light paths over the angry welts he'd left. “Feel your pussy,” He paused, and she could feel the smile as he obviously remembered her breathless pleading. “Slick and tight around my cock as I stroke in and out.”
The smoky, shadowy part of herself wanted to spread her legs and beg for the satisfaction that was sure to be hers if she did. With each word his breath puffed out over her ear and the obscenities falling from his lips tightened the coil of lust in her belly. But her conscience was beginning to awaken, the words forming in her own head clashing angrily with the ones filtering in through the dim haze the world had become.
“I can give you satisfaction.”
Cold had seeped in and was chilling the heat of her ardor. Passion died quickly when she remembered just where she was, who she was. For a moment she had been disturbingly out of control of her own body, and now she was standing, bared to the daiyoukai that was her husband's half brother. Hated half brother. Shame permeated the pleasure and pushed the lurid shadow self that had controlled her down into the dark recesses she had risen from.
“Why did you do this?” She whispered brokenly. “Why are you doing this?”
Her tone made him pull back, and she looked up into his still red eyes, and the naked, bared feeling lost it's allure, instead leaving her emotionally vulnerable and very, very small.
“Because I want you,” He stated simply, as if that was all that needed to be said.
“Why? I'm a human, a miko. You hate me.”
He brought his face close to hers, and his eyes closed as he inhaled, opening again scant inches from her own.
“One moon,” He replied, ignoring her question.
“One moon what?” She asked dumbly, thrown by the statement.
“You have one moon to decide if you want satisfaction.”
“I don't,” She bit out, earning a dark chuckle. A hand threaded into her hair and pulled tightly, forcing her head to tilt back. Hard lips descended on her own, his tongue sliding over the seam of her lips and demanding entrance. Determined to refuse him access, she kept them stubbornly closed. The hand in her hair twisted, pulling the locks and forcing an indignant noise that started in her throat and hummed angrily in her mouth. Still, she kept her lips held tightly together.
His other hand moved to her breast and pinched a nipple between two claws, shocking her, the resulting jolt of electricity eliciting a gasp. His tongue plunged into her mouth and caressed her own. His attentions to her nipple didn't cease once he had fulfilled his objective, the aching bud still held between the sharp points of his claws teasingly.
When he pulled away and his hands fall to rest at his sides, she told herself she was not -was not- disappointed.
“One moon.”
And unlike his normal, faster than the speed of light exit, he walked out of the clearing, disappearing into the trees one confident step at a time.
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A/N: I regret nothing. XD
Reviews, while not necessary, are lovely.