Evolution of a Taiyoukai

By Danyealle

(FanFiction/MF/angst/petting)

Chapter 8

After supper, when everyone had everything taken care of they sat around and played a few games of cards.  As was the patter all day, Kagome was planted on the demon lord’s lap and they played as a pair rather than separate hands.  Well, mostly it was Kagome who played; Sesshomaru spent his time doing what could only be termed cuddling on her.

As what usually happened the game was fun because of the banter between the players.  Even Inuyasha seemed to have thawed out and joined in, once more tossing insults back and forth with Sesshomaru like they usually did.

Miroku, though he joined in, wasn’t as involved as he usually was.  Instead he spent his time watching the miko and the demon lord.  Like the rest who knew them he was a bit nonplussed by what he saw from the taiyoukai and thought it totally out of character for him.  But, when he thought about it in more detail, was it really all that odd?  From what he had learned about Sesshomaru over the years from Inuyasha and others he didn’t think it was as weird as it seemed.  All they had heard was that the taiyoukai really had never cared for anyone, other than Rin, and really had no one that had cared for him.  To be in love for the first time was a powerful thing, something that could and usually did change you. 

But to be in love with someone like Kagome was life changing.  Of all the people he knew she was the one being he had met that was as close to being capable of unconditional love as a non-Kami could get.  Because of the way he was that was just what Sesshomaru probably needed.

When you watched them it was obvious that they were a new couple and acted much the way those that were in the beginning of a powerfully passionate relationship did.  But in other ways they were like those that had been together for a while and knew each other well.  He attributed that to the friendship and how well they knew each other before anything romantic came into the picture.  That was going to probably be a big plus in their future.

After getting a good chuckle at one of the more creative insult exchanges between the half-brothers the monk’s thoughts focused on Kagome.  As much as he liked Inuyasha and would view him as probably the best friend he had ever had the hanyou could be about as dumb as a sack of wet hair, especially when it came to Kagome.  It had been obvious to him that there were problems in the relationship between the miko and the hanyou.  Though some of them resolved themselves as time went by and they both slowly changed but there were still enough of the really serious ones that he had wondered if what they had could survive it.  In fact, privately, he was sure it wouldn’t and, unfortunately, he had been right.  Now he had a better feeling about Sesshomaru and Kagome than he ever did about Inuyasha.  The way the frightening taiyoukai treated her was something most women would kill for and he was sure that it was even better when they were alone.  Plus he was well aware the demon lord was very different than the hanyou.  He very much doubted that Sesshomaru would even think about having another woman on the side, let alone have one.  As much as he hated to admit it, Kagome was probably better off and would end up much happier than she had been, and would ever be, with Inuyasha.

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They played cards for a couple hours then everyone began to bed down for the night.  Sesshomaru grabbed a pillow and her sleeping bag then led the miko to the edge of camp.  Spreading out the sleeping bag on the ground, he sat down on it and leaned back against the tree it was in front of.  She curled up between his spread legs and put the pillow on his chest then leaned against him.  After wrapping his arms around her he covered them both with his mokomoko.  They talked quietly for a while before she slowly began to doze off.

Holding her to his chest, he stroked her back softly as she drifted off to sleep.  It wasn’t until he was certain she was out that he allowed himself to start to drift away.

About 1 a.m. he was jolted awake by her squirming around in his arms.  He was used to her bad dreams by now but she seemed to be in the throws of a full-blown nightmare.  Knowing there was danger, he held her close then stood before walking away from the camp so she wouldn’t wake any of the others if she got loud.  Finding a quite place, he sat down and tried to sooth her the same way he had before but it didn’t work.  In fact nothing he tried seemed to nor could he get her to wake up.  Just when he was really starting to worry she woke, pure terror rolling off of her.

Gasping for air, Kagome sat bolt upright, clutching her chest.  A tainted horror such as she had never felt before held onto her.  She couldn’t remember the dream but knew it was about Naraku.  The only remnant of it she could remember was a voice saying, over and over: “Remember, it’ll all be okay.”  This wasn’t one of those generic, unidentifiable voices common in dreams; she knew it who it was: her maternal grandmother.  Clinging to Sesshomaru all she could do was shake, gasping for breath.  But there was one thing she was sure of: it was no dream.  Whatever it was appeared to be it was very real but she just didn’t know if it was a long, forgotten memory or a glimpse of the future.

Holding her close, feeling her tremble like someone did when they were cold, he soothed her the best way he knew how.  “You’re fine.  I’m here and will ensure you’re safe,” he told her in a quiet voice.

Leaning against his chest, she concentrated on the soothing rumble that she could both feel and hear.  As she concentrated on that her fear began to slowly ebb and her rational mind was able to take over then convince her that it was nothing more than a dream, like so many she had in the past about Naraku.  Nothing more than that, certainly not real.

When she was finally calm, and feeling a little silly for reacting in such a way to nothing more than a dream, she wrapped her arms around him.  “Thanks,” she said quietly, giving him a bit of a squeeze.

“It was nothing,” he replied calmly.  Knowing it would take her a little while to go back to sleep, he began to talk quietly with her.  Soon she once more began to drift to sleep so he carried her back to camp and settled back down in the place they were before.

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For the most part, the following day was uneventful and just the typical day traveling.  Even after they stopped for the night everything was pretty much just status quo.  While supper cooked the demon lord and miko slipped away to spend some time alone.  After the meal they played a few hands of cards then began to prepare for bed. A normal, typical night. 

Right before bed, however, it stopped being normal.  Sesshomaru had taken the remnants of supper outside of camp to get rid of it so scavengers wouldn’t be attracted to the smell.  Shortly after he left Inuyasha did as well.  Thinking nothing of it, everyone else continued preparations for bed until several loud shouts from then hanyou then a bunch of thumps were heard.  Not sure what was going on, everyone was on their feet, weapons ready.  Suddenly a bloody Inuyasha flew backwards into camp and landed with a loud thud by the fire followed by an obviously infuriated Sesshomaru stepping into camp.

Getting into a crouched position, crooked nose still dripping blood, Inuyasha growled, “Asshole!”  Which was directed at the taiyoukai as he stepped closer.

Hearing a loud snarl from the demon lord and sensing the beatings weren’t over; Kagome went and stood in front of the taiyoukai.  “What’s going on?”  she asked, looking back and forth between the two males.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, Sesshomaru pulled her to his chest and held her there, glaring at the hanyou over her head.  He was quiet for a couple minutes, trying to calm down, then said, “Inuyasha just made me an offer I found to be highly offensive.”

Knowing the hanyou the way she did, Kagome didn’t even want to hazard a guess as to what it was.  Looking over her shoulder at Inuyasha, she asked, with a deep sigh because she wasn’t really sure if she wanted to know this, “What was the offer?”

Glaring daggers at his half-brother, the hanyou said nothing. 

Wrapping his other arm around the little priestess, Sesshomaru held her close then said: “He offered to give me tetsusaiga if I would walk away from you and drop any relationship we have.”  Knowing full well what her reaction probably would be, he held onto her tighter.

“What?!?” she screeched so loudly that it hurt everyones ears and wiggled around, trying to get loose, glaring at Inuyasha over her shoulder.  “I am not property you can trade something for!”

Knowing full well what was coming, but being powerless to stop it, Inuyasha crouched down as low to the ground as he could to negate as much of the coming impact as he could.  Wide-eyed, he looked at her and stuttered out jumbled words that were suppose to be an explanation and apology wrapped in one. 

Smirking, Sesshomaru waited, like the whelp, for what was coming.

“What is wrong with you Inuyasha?!?  Sit boy! Sit!  Sit! SIT! SIT! SITSITSITSITSITSIT!” she screamed, face red from the lack of air during the outburst.

With a yelp, the hanyou plummeted face first into the ground and began to eat dirt as he started digging himself an Inuyasha-shaped hole. 

Shooting the hanyou one last glare, she buried her face in Sesshomaru’s chest, tears of rage in her eyes.

Tucking her head into the crook of his elbow, Sesshomaru put his other hand on her head.  Glaring at the hole the half-breed had dug for himself, he snarled.  “There is nothing you or anyone else has that could entice me into giving up Kagome!”  Giving her a kiss on the head he then picked her up and carried her over to where she had laid out their bedding.  Sitting down, he pulled her to his chest and tried to sooth her, occasionally shooting a glare at the hole the hanyou was still in.

~~~~~@~~~~~

Later that night, about the same time as the night before, she had another nightmare.  Once again, Sesshomaru was jarred awake then carried her away from camp. This time when she woke her eyes were wide with terror and she had almost screamed out loud.  Though most of it was blank she remembered the voice once more and this time Naraku’s grinning face seemed to be burned into her brain.  Clutching onto Sesshomaru, she tried to calm down.

Knowing there was really no way to chase away the terror in someone’s mind, he just held her and tried to sooth the woman the best he could.  When he felt she had calmed down he asked, softly, “Was it the same one as last night?”

She just nodded, holding onto him.

“Can you remember any of it?” he thought, perhaps, if she talked about it that it might be like a mental exorcism and banish it for good.

“Just Naraku’s face and a voice telling me everything will be alright.  That’s it besides the feeling of almost overwhelming terror,” she explained in an inaudible whisper.

As he well knew some of the stuff Naraku had done would give anyone nightmares.  Kagome had been singled out for some nasty stuff at the arachnid hanyou’s hands so nightmares about him would be normal.  All the stress she had gone through recently could easily trigger nightmares so he didn’t think it was anything to worry about.

As she began to calm down she started to feel an almost overwhelming urge to be as close to him as she could, not just physically either.  It was as though something in her was pushing for her to forget to take things slow and push things to the next level.  Unable to stop herself, she leaned up and kissed him.  It wasn’t the usual soft, tender kiss they usually shared but her version of the first kiss he had panted on her.  After pulling her mouth away, she shifted around until she was straddling his lap then began to kiss him again.

Although he didn’t understand where the sudden passion came from he wasn’t going to question it.  Wrapping his arms around her, he held her to his chest and deepened the kiss, letting his tongue slip into her mouth.

It didn’t take long for the osculation to become a lot more passionate.  Clinging to him, her whole body seemed to be tingling with hot shards of electricity, making her limbs heavy and a swirling, throbbing heavy heat pool between her legs.  The way she was sitting she could feel his thick erection rubbing between her legs through both sets of their clothes.  Whimpering, she began to rub herself against his hard flesh, trying to relieve that heavy throb that seemed to be growing stronger.

Letting out a lustful growl, he ground himself up against her.  Mouth locked with hers, he held her tightly to his body.  It seemed, at this point, that his whole body was throbbing madly.  This was the most sexual thing they had done to this point and it was driving him mad!  Unable to help himself, he pulled her down onto him and began to dry hump against her like some horny teenager during his first petting session.

For a year now he had wanted her so badly he could almost taste it.  Not only that but even though he had masturbated and had more wet dreams than he had in years but he hadn’t been satisfied.  If this progressed even a little further he hoped to finally get some.  Breaking the kiss off, he panted heavily, looking down at her.  She looked up at him, licking her lips, eyes half-lidded.  Holding her to his chest, he shifted them around until they were lying on their sides on the grass, facing each other.  Capturing his mouth with his again, he held her with one arm.  With his free hand, he fumbled with his hakama, trying to free his aching cock.  Once it was out he stroked it a couple times then removed his hand.  Breaking off the kiss he put his mouth next to her ear and growled softly.  Grabbing her head, he led it down to his stiffened flesh.  “Touch me,”  he panted in her ear.

Without a thought, she wrapped her hand around him.  Just the act of touching his hard flesh made the already throbbing heat in her body rise.  As she began to move her hand, she could hear his growl and feel the tremble that ran through his body next to her.

Panting and growling, he thrust his hips a bit.  Once more he locked his mouth on hers.  While he kissed her, his hand slid down her body.  When he reached the waistband of her sleep pants he slid it inside.  Letting his calloused finger stroke over her hot, wet flesh a few times he then began to rub her clit gently, feeling the slick little pearl throb under his calloused fingertip.

Pressing on his hand, she moaned in his mouth as her whole body seemed to ignite.  Rubbing herself against his finger, her hand tightened around him.  Rubbing herself against his finger, her hand tightened around him.  Grinding her sensitive little nub against his finger, she moved her hand up and down on his turgid flesh she kept her mouth locked on his.

Taking cues from her, he rubbed her clit faster and pulled her body flush with his, feeling the hot flesh of her body pressed to his through their clothes.  Though her skin and body were silky soft her tiny hands were slightly rough and calloused from what she did.  That slightly rough touch on his overly sensitive flesh only added to the stimulation, especially when it touched the ultra-sensitive head of his cock.  Growling, he could feel his release coming so his hips thrust faster in sync with her hand.  Breaking off the kiss, he panted heavily, looking down at her sweaty, flushed face.  “Yes Kagome!” he panted out between clenched teeth.

Eyes rolling back in her head then fluttering shut, those hot sparks that felt like they were the magnitude of lightning bolts shot through her body continuously now.  That swirling, hot throb between her legs increased in magnitude until her whole body was shaking and quivering uncontrollably.  Throwing her head back, she panted heavily.  “Yes, oh Kami yes Sesshomaru!” she moaned out.  Locking her legs around his hand, she ground on it then stiffened up and came, yelling his name loudly.

Feeling the hot throbbing knot in his lower stomach explode, he gritted his teeth and bit back a loud roar as he came so hard he almost saw stars.

After they finished he slipped back into camp and grabbed their bathing supplies.  After he came back they slipped into the hot springs.  Though she blushed a bit, it really didn’t take any persuasion to get her into the water with him.  But what bashfulness there was vanished when he began to wash her hair.  With a contented sigh, she leaned back against him and shut her eyes, loving the way his claws scraped lightly over her scalp.  When he finished with her hair he shifted her around and, after a few instructions on how to deal with that poofy ball thing she used, tenderly washed the rest of her.  As she expected, her modest side did voice an objection to this but not as loudly or as long as it normally would have in the past.  His touch was so light and gently that it felt magnificent and she relaxed totally, loving it.

Once he was done they switched places.  She giggled as she washed the sheer mass of his hair because of the almost purring noises it elicited from him.  Though washing his hair was a huge undertaking, she enjoyed it.  When she was done she shifted around in front of him so she could wash the rest of him.  Though she blushed a bit, this was her first time seeing him totally nude, she reasoned with herself that she sleeps with him at night and had his most private of parts in her hand not long before so she was able to keep it under control and not let it bother her too much.

Sighing contentedly, he relaxed against the edge of the springs while she softly scrubbed him.  “I do believe the exterminator has lost her bathing partner,” he told her quietly.

“Oh?”  she giggled.  “Why is that?”

“Because I’m claiming you as mine,” he said, leaning forward and kissing her.

Kissing him back, she giggled again.  “I think I can deal with that.”

When they were both done he held her on his lap with her resting against his chest.  Hey talked quietly for a while as the water swirled and bubbled around them, relaxing and soothing both of them.  Because she was so relaxed and calm the topic of that dream came back to her.  Because there was now some distance between it the terror it inspired was gone and it no longer bothered her but now the inkling she had that it was real, not just a dream, had solidified and seemed to be more accurate to her.  Though she didn’t know how she ‘knew’ it wasn’t a memory or just another dream, she just did, or at least that was the feeling she got.  Unlike many who she knew they would think she was an idiot for thinking that way; Sesshomaru, as she knew from other things in the past, was open to such ideas.  Now seemed to be a good time to bring it up so she decided to do just that.  “That dream, I’ve been having…” she started but trailed off.

“What about it?”  he asked, sensing she wanted to talk about it and get his opinion about something.

“Do you think it’s possible that it isn’t really a dream at all, but a premonition of some kind?”  she asked, looking over her shoulder at him.

“Of course it’s possible.  From what I’ve heard that isn’t something uncommon.  But what makes you think it’s not just a dream?”  he asked.

“Mostly it’s just a feeling but there are a couple other things,” she told him then went over the few things she could remember about it.

Quiet, he thought about what she had told him.  “Do you think about your grandmother much?  I’m assuming she has passed on from the way you are talking,” he stated.

“Very, very rarely.  She died when I was really young so I don’t even remember her all that well.”

“Hn…” he nodded.  That ruled out part of what he was thinking; that they had been close.  “Was or is she a source of comfort to you in a way?” he asked.

“No,” she said, shaking her head.  “That would by mom for me. Grandma’s memory has never served to be that for me.”

That ruled out that option in his mind, that it was just a dream and her mind doing something unconscious by bringing up a source of comfort for her.  The next thought that came to mind was that Kagome was a powerful miko and he doubted that any of them, including her, had seen the true extent of her power.  Though she had never shown any bent towards prophecy that didn’t mean that she was capable of it should be ruled out.  It also might be a warning of some kind.  That wouldn’t be all that odd, it was just presented differently this time would be all.  They had all learned to trust her intuition in the past because it was usually right.  This could be another form of that.  “If you get the feeling that the dream is a premonition I would tend to believe it and take it that way,” he told her gently.  “But give it a few more days to see what happens.  If you keep having the same dream then we should probably see if we can’t figure out what it means.  Does that sound good to you?”

Stroking his cheek with her palm, she smiled.  Talking to him made her feel much better and seemed to quiet some of the uneasiness.  “Thanks Sesshomaru,” she replied softly.

Kissing her on top of the head, he answered, “You’re welcome.  Now, I think, perhaps, we should go back to camp.  It’s late and both of us need some sleep.”

~~~~~@~~~~~

When the couple stepped back into camp they had an audience: Inuyasha.  He had woken when Sesshomaru had left camp with her.  Wondering if there was something wrong or that there was danger of some kind around he had stayed awake, waiting for their return.  When the asshole stepped back into camp carrying her he slouched down in the branch he was sitting on, glowering at the taiyoukai.

No, he didn’t blame Sesshomaru for the break up with Kagome but one would think the ass would have enough tact to not flaunt the relationship he had with her in his face.  Come on, there was no way the asshole couldn’t know it was like rubbing salt in a wound to see them together.

Unable to help himself, the hanyou looked back over to where the couple was at.  Seeing Kagome all curled up next to him and Sesshomaru holding her gently made his chest ache and he seemed to hurt all over.  He screwed up, big time, and this time there was no fixing it.  This time Kagome wasn’t going to come back to him or give him another chance.  She had moved on to someone else and there was no way she was going to come back to him.  Nor could he blame her.  Being brutally honest the reason he hadn’t told her about Kikyo was because he knew she would have left him.  With the way she was and how she saw things she would never have put up with it.  It went against her morals.  No matter how much it hurt her she would have left him.  But he had also known all along that she would eventually find out he just hoped that he would have found a way to work around that part.

Staring at the couple he didn’t know what to think or do really.  But he could feel a bit of jealousy at what he saw.  He would never have thought the ice lord capable of doing what he was let alone be good at it.  Yet he was and Kagome was eating it up.  He was even more impressed by the fact that Sesshomaru didn’t seem to care who saw them either.  That was something he couldn’t have done with her but here Sesshomaru was doing it.  Not only did his hated half-brother have the woman he loved but he was doing for her what he himself never had.