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mythicamagic · 4 years

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Sesskag week - Day 1: Crime

Summary: Kagome makes a startling discovery about Sesshoumaru's face markings. She then involves herself in his daily beauty routine. "Being so pretty should be a crime." Oneshot.

AN: For Sesskag Week Day 1 Crime.

Rated T

1,400 words

(all prompts posted on Ao3, fanfic.net and Dokuga)

War Paint

It had happened by accident while Kagome had been sitting upon a certain Daiyoukai's lap, enjoying a lovely make-out session. Their first, really. After clumsily navigating their feelings in an awkward exchange of confessions they'd ended up tugging each other close, starting to caress.

So Kagome had brushed her thumb across his elfin ear, his soft lips, his exotic stripes-

Only to find the magenta had smudged under her touch.

Kagome stiffened.

"What is it?" a content voice rumbled, Sesshoumaru very much occupied with kissing her neck.

"Your- um…I think I broke your markings?"

Sesshoumaru's lashes tickled her skin in a slow blink. "If they have smudged it is fine."

"B-but-" Kagome gaped, leaning back and hesitantly touching his crescent moon, finding a similar situation. "They're not permanent?" she rubbed her index finger and thumb together, noting the colour and substance on them. "Wait, is this makeup?"

He snorted, "if you wish to call it that. Demons refer to it as war paint."

Kagome rose a brow, holding onto his shoulders and peering closer. "No way, this is crazy!" she breathed, eyes wide. "I don't know how to feel right now...I mean they're such a part of your identity!"

"Hn."

"But they enlarge and become all jagged when you get angry- and they stay on your face even after you've transformed!"

Sesshoumaru idly kissed her ear, teasing the shell between sharp teeth and rather wishing she'd focus on their forgotten canoodling. "Some clans feed youki into war paint, fixing it to their skin. When youki fluctuates, such as when I am angered, it causes the paint to change, as you mentioned. It is because this particular paint combines so well with youki that we use it in humanoid form. It then stays on even after transformation, though it changes slightly in appearance."

"Wow," Kagome hummed, catching his wrist as he attempted to grope her, studying the stripes. "You apply them here too. Are they anywhere else on your body?"

Golden eyes glittered wickedly. "Allow me to show you the full extent of them, miko."

Kagome blinked, confused for half a second before she yelped, reading the warning signs.

Too late. The demon pounced, sending her to the ground in a tangle of limbs and breathy giggles.

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A week into their relationship, Kagome lounged on a nest of furs, heels kicked up behind her. Ignoring the strands tickling her bare skin, she watched with rapt attention as Sesshoumaru sat half-naked before a mirror. She had witnessed his beauty- er- war ritual a few times now, memorising how he applied the colourful paint. He always started the day with them, touching up his markings within the privacy of his chambers.

Rolling off the bed and grabbing a robe, she tugged it on loosely, approaching. Sliding her arms around broad shoulders from behind, Kagome kissed a pointed ear.

"Can I try?"

Sesshoumaru paused halfway through starting his eye shadow-esque markings. Raising a thin brow, the demon shifted long claws up, handing her the brush.

Beaming, Kagome grabbed a pillow and knelt on it as the Daiyoukai turned to face her. Delicately holding his jaw with one hand, she coated the brush with paint.

Slowly and gingerly, she swept rich magenta over his closed eyelid. Her heart melted at the display of trust, pausing to gaze at his placid expression and closed long lashes.

"You're so pretty it should be a crime," Kagome sighed, carrying on.

"Hn."

Cutting her eyes to the ceiling, a grin wormed its way onto her mouth. What an impressive ego. Shifting up on her knees, the miko's tongue poked out of the corner of her mouth while she focused. Drawing the stripes on proved harder than first assumed. Her fingers shook a little. The magenta line wobbled and Kagome huffed, grabbing a rag and wiping it off. Sesshoumaru cheek twitched. A golden eye cracked open.

"No peeking," she huffed, fluttering a hand.

Thin lips curved, but he obeyed. "This one does not understand your initial reaction to them. You seemed confused, though I have witnessed you in war paint before."

"My eye shadow? I don't wear that for going into battle though- turn this way, please-" she guided his head to turn left.

Sesshoumaru felt a wet trail cut across his cheek, a twin, lower stripe gliding over the contours of his face. "I do not see the difference. You were fighting with it on."

Giggling, Kagome gently bid him to turn the other way. "I guess you have a point, but let's just say the intention behind it wasn't to mark me or intimidate any enemies. Girls in my time wear it for themselves or to appeal to boys."

"Only women wear it?"

"Well, some men do. Especially models, but it's usually to do with fashion or to give people confidence."

Sesshoumaru's mouth turned down at the edges, mulling over this information as she painted the stripes onto his right cheek. "Confidence to...slay their enemies?"

Kagome giggled, "no. I told you we don't do a lot of that in the modern era," she smirked, holding either side of his face and moving it so that he looked forward. Kagome then lay his arm over her knee, carefully painting his wrist.

"This one was hoping you'd been joking," he snorted, blindly lifting it when the miko shifted to try and draw the second line that licked under his first. "Tell me, what was your intention when wearing the 'eye shadow' that day?"

Kagome's cheeks flushed red, heart tripping a little before catching itself and returning to its usual rhythm. Shifting her touch to his restored left hand- she squeaked when he used it to grasp her wrist and draw closer.

"Sesshoumaru," she whined, grumbling when he dragged teasing lips over the racing pulse within her neck.

Sharp teeth scraped in a nip, causing a squeak to caress his hearing. "Tell me the reason," he purred.

"F-fine, alright already," Kagome glanced away. "I wore it for you, obviously. I wanted...to get your attention a little."

The smoke of a smile ghosted his lips, chest rumbling with satisfaction. "And now you have it, miko."

"Mhm," squirming, she gently batted him away. "And I'm very happy about that but I'm almost done, so control yourself, Mr."

Sesshoumaru's hands settled possessively on her waist, resting his elbows on his thighs, lingering close. With his eyes shut, the scent of her smelled that much more intimate and strong, twined with his own. Finishing the stripes on his arms, Kagome's chest bumped an aristocratic nose as she rose up, moving silky bangs slightly aside on his forehead. Changing brushes for a thinner one and dipping the end into a light, powdery blue, she held her breath.

Long fingers roved, wrapping around her waist to hold her steady. Squinting, Kagome ever so gently touched the paint to his skin, curving the brush down in a gentle sweep.

Exhaling in a rush, the miko nodded with satisfaction.

Setting the brush down in favour of the mirror, Kagome settled on the pillow and smiled. "Okay, I'm done. You can open your eyes now."

Inhuman eyes slid open like a lazy predator interrupted from a nap. Sesshoumaru blinked, drinking in the image of himself within the mirror. It was almost ideal, especially impressive for her first try. The only slight imperfection was the crescent moon, but he remembered his own frustration with it as a pup. Drawing it on was especially difficult.

Flitting a warm gaze up from his reflection to the miko peering out from behind the glass, he gentled. "It is almost perfect."

"Almost?" dark brows drew together, worried she had made a mistake.

Removing the mirror from her grasp and setting it aside, Sesshoumaru lifted the woman onto his lap and hummed, kissing the available flesh of her chest that remained uncovered by her loose robe. "As you have discovered before, Kagome, those are not the only markings needed on my body."

Tugging on his obi and loosening white hakama pants so that they slackened, falling low on his hips, Sesshoumaru gave a devilish smirk.

"You will apply the rest."

Kagome burst into giggles, eyes glittering with mirth. Picking up the brush and dipping it in magenta, she dutifully returned to her task.

End

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rey-kapkeyk · 4 years

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Sesskag Day 5: Horror

I think Sesshomaru's dog form do count as Horror 🤣. This is very late but I still want to contribute. Happy Belated Sesskag Week!!!

#sesskag #sesskagweek2020 #skw2020 #sesskagweek2020d5 #skw2020d5 #my art

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mikodaiyo · 4 years

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Sesskag Day 2: Sword & Sorcery

Power Couple? Power Couple; this is the extent of my dynamic pose power

_(:3 」∠)_ and now I slink back into the comfort zone of not drawing Sesshomaru’s armor

#sesskag #skw2020 #sesskagweek2020 #inuyasha #Sesshomaru x Kagome #my art #ok I couldn't decide whether to go with her pink magic or blue so I decided I won't. she gets both. she's the most powerful miko in her era #she can have both as a treat #I did a whole sky and flowers and trees on a bg that you cant even see XD its fine #sorry its late I took a nap #i hope you guys like it though!! even though its just a very basic take on the prompt lol #I figured they live in a fantasy setting already all I wanna do is draw them in their au canon glory #yo art #yoart

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jafndaegur · 4 years

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Sesskag Week 2020 | Day 2: Fantasy / Fairytale

The Shikon Woman

Sesskag

a/n: for those of you who are curious, this is based off the Rin and Len spin of the Crane Wife. I also made a Mystic Messenger version of this story, so differntiating the two was a challenge. Hope you like it (and that it makes sense😅)!

Sesshomaru knew he was the most feared thing here. The strongest youkai his village, his territory, his lands, had begotten. So when one night he detected threads of foreign scents encroaching over his boundaries, rage ignited within his system. Who dare breach his perimeters and intrude? Soon enough whoever it was would not even have the body to take another step let alone return from whence they came.

He surged over the earth, powers brimming at the potential of his fury. Claws arched, fangs barred, and the world flashed by as he sped forward. Until he came skidding to a stop.

The cold winter wind blasted around him, wiping his hair and clothes like banners.

Before him struggled a young creature—a young human woman it seemed. Her onyx hair had been tied back with a white ribbon and while her bangs flustered about in the cold wind, he could still see her enraged blue eyes hidden beneath the dark locks. He gazed to see why she'd ventured this far when he realized that what he thought were the red hems of her hakama, were seeping trails of blood in the snow. She'd been caught in a hunting trap and lured in. He flashed a cruel smile. How pathetic.

His investigation was over, the woman would die before the next snowfall. Blood loss, another demon consuming her, or frostbite. He had no preference to any death. One less human was one less human. Yet still, he stopped.

She made no protest as he left. No cry for help. He turned on his heel, snow crunching under his boots, to find her cerulean glare directed at him. Her lip curled up and her voice growled lowly in her chest. She was above pleading. But clearly not below rage.

He blinked and crouched before her.

Interesting.

In a flash of light he left her, having made sure that the shackles fell freely from her caught and mangled limb. She may do as she will. Her obstinacy caught his attention briefly and he acted on a whim.

Whatever happened next, he cared not.

…

There was a knock at the door. He'd inhabited an old cottage for the day to figure out where he would wander next. It wasn't often that he required lodgings but with the cold snowy weather, he'd prefer to wait out the night underneath the roof than in the cold. So receiving a visitor, who should've been able to scent out what and more importantly who he was, struck him as odd.

He opened the door to find burning blue eyes.

The woman looked different than she had before. Her hair flowed freely around her shoulders, soft and flared like fur. She no longer wore the garbs of a priestess but simple and plain clothes of green and white. A traveling outfit.

"I'm going to wait out the storm here," she declared, heaving the load of kindling in her arms and offering it to him.

He stared at her blankly.

Over her shoulder were a set of rabbits. In her arms wood. Her gaze bore straight into his. With the declaration of her stay, if he didn't know better Sesshomaru would have sworn she was offering courtship gifts.

But such a ridiculous idea made him scoff. He left the door open and retreated back into the house, neither inviting or rejecting her.

Her footsteps and sound of the door told him she'd followed.

…

As the cold weather worsened, Sesshomaru found the woman's presence an odd comfort. She constantly filled the silence with chatter and always brought something new for him. Mostly food. She ventured out whenever she wished, and while he never expected her to return, she always did. With a tight clench in his chest and low flicker of eyelashes, he always welcomed her back with a brief moment of his attention.

Whenever she arrived, she'd stomp her feet and give a mocking shout.

Everytime she repeated this odd little ritual. He never responded but in its own way it amused him. As if he'd grace her with an actual welcome home.

I'm home, Sesshomaru! She'd say before pretending to make the sound of his voice. Welcome Kagome, please remove your shoes before entry.

Still, despite that he always made sure her futon was ready at night, and the kitchen was in good condition for her to prepare her spoils. Sesshomaru knew he wouldn't be staying much longer, so he saw no harm in helping her with their winter living situation.

…

One day the aching in his chest grew too strong to ignore. His hands felt stiff, so did his arms and legs, torso and neck. He decided he would not bother removing himself from bed for that day. And the next. The next. Then next. The next.

Kagome checked upon him after what seemed like a second from when he'd first laid down. But the worried look and the scared face told him otherwise.

"You're sick." She whispered.

His hand gracefully arched to his mouth as he huffed out a cough. It didn't matter if his blood slipped from fingers and lips. There was no point in answering her.

Day by day she disappeared constantly. Bringing different herbs along with the meat she always provided. He hardly ever touched any of the food, but he admired the attempts. Every now again from his hazy in-and-out of consciousness, he offered her a smile. Nothing more or less.

The first time he allowed the slip, she paused from her work and gave him the oddest look. With each following time, she grew more and more desperate in her actions. With the briefest pang in his chest, he blamed whatever it was that made him ill, he wondered if she wanted more than a smile.

…

Staying conscious proved difficult. Lucky for him, youkai could hibernate if needed. Whatever it was that damaged him internally, required his rest for extensive periods of time. Moments of waking were rare and fleeting, full of muddled sounds and blurred sights.

"...would you...love me…"

The voice was faint. It was followed by the brief flicker of azure eyes and calloused caresses along the form of his forehead and cheek.

Before he fell unconscious again he thought that was such a foolish question.

Wasn't it obvious?

…

He woke up one day. Easily. As he had done every day of his life.

A sword had been laid upon his chest as if he were resting in a casket. Sitting up he wrapped his hand around the blade and stared curiously at the item. It pulsed with life, with healing, with radiance worth of heaven.

Kagome sat beside his bedside, asleep. Her knees curled beneath her and her arms pillowed her head as she slept.

He took a gentle sniff, wondering what her scent would tell him. To his utter alarm he found she had none. Taking in the sight of her, he observed her with careful detail, brows raising. Her arms had been wrapped with bandages, and pale pink fragments of crystal littered the area around her—on the floor and on the bed.

Gently he unwrapped the cloth covering her arms. The entirety of her skin had transformed, molding into the same fragile make like the shards surrounding them. She glimmered like a jewel.

Kagome's blue eyes gazed up at him weakly, her face looked as if a gemstone had swallowed the left half alive. A living jewel. "I wished and wished because hurry hurry, he's sick."

Sesshomaru’s grip returned tighter around the sword.

Fingers creaked with inhuman fragility, like chimes tinkling against glass. She reached to him for just a moment. "Would you love me if I wasn't human? If I made a wish to bring you back from death?"

Leaning forward, Sesshomaru placed the sword between them and clasped her adamantine hand. "Foolish." He whispered, resting his lips upon her frigid and glassy forehead.

#sesskag #sesskagweek2020 #skw2020 #skw2020d2 #sesshomaru x kagome #sesshomaru #kagome higurashi #i hope this wasnt too much of a mess #trying to catch up #fairytale #the crane wife

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zutara-taisho · 4 years

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Sesskag week || Day 6: Romance

"I've been relying on you"

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Sesshoumaru fell deeply in love with Kagome who lives in his neighborhood. However, the pride of the demon will make it difficult for him to admit his feelings.

Without realizing it, he ends up hurting her with his insecurity and in the end decides to let himself be carried away by what he really felt.

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chierafied · 4 years

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Challenge Accepted! (SKW2020D7)

For SessKag Week 2020 Day 7, I tried my luck with the SessKag Trope Generator and got "Sesshoumaru mistakes Kagome's Sass for Flirting" & "Sesshoumaru's mobile day care". This bit of silliness ensued.

Also posted on AO3, Dokuga & FFnet!

When, in the final year of high school, Kagome had needed to fill out forms for career counselling and to start seriously planning her future… This hadn’t made the list.

For one, she had not been sure back then if she ever could return back to the Feudal era.

But even when she had been considering that unlikely (or so she had thought) scenario, she had pictured it all very differently.

She’d had daydreams of her and Inuyasha. Of a peaceful life in the village together with Miroku and Sango. Or maybe one of adventure, back on the road and roaming across the Sengoku era Japan.

Being covered in someone else’s bodily fluids and wrangling a hanyou toddler gearing himself up to a full-blown temper tantrum hadn’t featured into her expectations.

Not even in those rosy imaginations of her and Inuyasha’s possible future children.

She really hadn’t had a clue back then, huh?

To begin with, the well had reopened, and Kagome had abandoned all the plans she had made for the future in a split-second decision to return to the past.

Secondly, she and Inuyasha, well… It turned out they were the best of friends, but any romantic notions Kagome had once harboured had died a fairly quick death when expectations and reality did not quite manage to meet.

And finally, somehow, she had ended up running an unofficial orphanage in Edo.

It had probably begun because Kagome had been giving lessons to Shippou and Rin, as well as Miroku’s and Sango’s children.

She’d wanted to fill her days with something productive, but it turned out that growing up in the 20th century didn’t really give you all the skills and knowledge needed to fit into the life in the 16th century.

But the one thing that she did have that most people around her in the village lacked, was comprehensive education.

In hindsight, deciding to put her knowledge into a good use might have been a mistake, Kagome reflected, struggling to tie the obi around the screaming toddler.

Another young hanyou, twin sister of the charming boy currently preoccupied with throwing his tantrum, tottered in on unsteady feet, then latched onto Kagome’s leg.

Literally.

Kagome winced.

“Momo-chan, sweetheart, please remember to be mindful of your claws,” she told the hanyou girl clinging to her leg.

The girl solemnly looked at where her tiny hands were resting on Kagome’s bare shin, and then carefully eased her hold.

Kagome let out a breath, and as little Mr Cranky Pants was all changed up, set the snarling and shrieking child down.

He kicked his tiny clawed feet against the floor in utter fury, and Kagome had a snapshot of understanding what Inuyasha might have been like as a child.

She'd probably dodged a bullet there. Imagine her and Inuyasha's offspring, inheriting their temper from both parents!

Not a rosy picture at all, that.

In fact, it suddenly made Shinji-kun seem a veritable little angel.

Or perhaps that title should go to Momo-chan, Kagome amended, as the girl knelt down by her brother and stroked his hair.

Awwww!

Moments like these, Kagome thought, warmth swelling in her chest, were what made it all worthwhile.

But first things first, she really needed to change into a clean kosode herself and wash the baby puke out of her hair.

“Rin?” she called out, hoping the young woman would be free to look after the twins while Kagome made herself presentable again.

All right, so she might have exaggerated a little, earlier. It wasn’t really an unofficial orphanage, and Kagome wasn’t quite running it either.

They had six orphans altogether, and although Kaede, Rin and Kagome were the main caretakers for the children, the whole village pitched in to help where they could.

Even Shippou, who was always a very sought-after playmate whenever he came back to Edo.

Most of the children were human, only the young twins were hanyou.

The three oldest children, each old enough to look after themselves, for the most part, lived with Kaede and Rin. The arrangement suited all of them, actually, because Kaede was not getting any younger, and the additional help around the house was a huge weight off of her and Rin’s shoulders.

Kagome, meanwhile, had had the dubious honour of looking after the hanyou twins.

The logic there had been that, as a miko, she was the best suited for the task, as most villagers would not be a match for a pair of half-demons, toddlers or not. And unlike Kaede, she was young enough to keep up with the pair.

Kagome, technically, was also taking care of the youngest child, hence the baby puke in her hair.

In practice, though, the infant boy spent a lot of time over at Sango’s and Miroku’s, as Sango had very kindly volunteered to be the little baby boy’s wet nurse.

Rin still had not showed up, but all of a sudden, Shinji-kun’s temper tantrum ended, and the snarling and shrieking stopped.

Ahh, blessed silence, was all that Kagome had time to think before a flare of youki from the edge of the village raised her hackles.

Oh no.

He was back.

And he only ever did that stupid flare thing when he wanted her attention.

And he only ever wanted her attention when…

“Oh god, not another one!” Kagome groaned out lout, exasperation seeping into her very bones.

It was all the miko’s fault.

Sesshoumaru did not know how, but it was the only logical conclusion he could draw.

For years, decades, well over a century, he had wandered far and wide, in perfect solitude. (Jaken didn’t count.)

But somehow, right after his paths had first crossed with the miko, he had met Rin.

Eventually, they’d been joined by Kohaku.

After their victory over Naraku, he had parted ways with the both of them and resumed his peaceful lone existence.

And alone he had remained (Jaken still didn’t count), for a blissful three years.

Then the miko had returned.

And once again, inexplicably, he had come across a human child who had insisted on following him.

Then there had been two others, banded together until they stumbled on Sesshoumaru.

Then a pair of young neglected hanyou.

Then he had come across a raided village and had heard the wail of a human infant from among the ruins, tucked away into a safe corner, probably by its now-deceased mother.

Since it was all miko’s fault, Sesshoumaru had decided the children should be her responsibility, not his.

It was a stroke of genius, even if he said it himself.

Like killing two birds with one claw.

From the very start, the miko had been a complete mystery to him.

Not the least because of the mixed signals she was always sending.

It had always been obvious there was some sort of… involvement between the miko and his younger half-brother. Sesshoumaru hadn’t known or hadn’t cared to know the exact nature of it.

Yet, throughout their very loose acquaintance, the miko had been challenging him.

Even upon their first meeting, when she had watched from the side lines while he and Inuyasha had battled over the mastery of Tessaiga in their father’s tomb, the miko had still managed to stand up to him, by yelling advice to Inuyasha.

Then, adding insult to injury, she had been the one to pull their father’s fang out.

At every turn, she had defied him and stood her ground, talked back to him, demanded explanations of him, called him names, never shown fear... Always ready to pitch her will against his.

The miko had shattered his armour with her arrow early on in their acquaintance, and if that hadn’t been a challenge, Sesshoumaru didn’t know what was! Especially when she had promptly fired another arrow at him afterwards!

So now, at last – and once it had become clear whatever there was between Inuyasha and the miko did not exceed the bounds of friendship – Sesshoumaru had started to challenge her back.

Currently, his preferred method of doing so was depositing the orphans he collected at her doorstep.

And to the miko’s credit, she had risen to the challenge marvellously.

Speaking of…

Sesshoumaru slanted a glance over his shoulder, and at the human boy following after him beside Jaken.

“We are almost there,” he informed them, his voice even.

Soon enough, they could see Edo in the distance.

A small smile rose to Sesshoumaru’s lips.

He was looking forward to the next encounter, eager to see how the miko would respond this time.

Sesshoumaru gathered his youki around himself and then let it flare up, sending a signal to his miko.

He was coming to give her her next challenge.

After finally getting Rin to look after the twins, Kagome marched to the edge of the village, where she immediately assumed a confrontational pose – hands on her hips, blue eyes glaring at Sesshoumaru.

Her gaze flicked to the young boy nervously fidgeting next to Jaken. He was human and looked to be around ten years old.

Kagome swallowed a sigh and turned to the boy.

“Hello, sweetheart. Welcome to Edo, my name is Kagome. I’ll talk to you a little later; for now you’d probably like something to eat, right? Jaken, please take him to Kaede’s.”

The kappa sputtered, but despite the grumbling under his breath, obeyed, telling the boy to follow along as he tottered away.

As soon as the two had left, Kagome whirled back to Sesshoumaru.

“How does this keep happening?” she demanded to know. “Where do you find these children? Why do you keep on bringing them here? I can’t do this anymore Sesshoumaru, I swear! This has gone on long enough!”

She was pushing into his personal space now, all but wagging her finger at his face in righteous fury.

“I agree,” Sesshoumaru intoned smoothly.

“I’m telling you,” Kagome growled. “...Wait, what?”

“You are correct, miko, that is time to bring this charade to an end. Entertaining though it has been, I suggest it is beyond time for us to formalise our relationship.”

And just like that, Kagome’s anger was gone. Vanished, together with any sense she’d previously had of this entire conversation.

What was the infuriating daiyoukai on about?

“What relationship?” Kagome asked, suddenly apprehensive.

“Do not act coy with me, miko,” Sesshoumaru said, his eyes hooded. “We have been going around these circles for years now.”

“What circles?” Kagome was growing both more alarmed and confused by the second.

“I have presented you with multiple challenges,” Sesshoumaru told her patiently, nodding towards Kaede’s hut. “You have risen to each one and proven yourself brilliantly.”

“Challenges?” Kagome glanced at Kaede’s hut, then her own, then at Sesshoumaru. “You’ve been bringing me children because you’ve wanted to challenge me? What the hell?!”

“In part. Mostly I brought them because of the inconvenience. Nevertheless, I figured you would not be averse to a challenge, now that you and Inuyasha are no longer… involved.”

Flabbergasted. That was the word. That was what Kagome was feeling. Her mind simply wasn’t keeping up with the complete lack of logic of Sesshoumaru’s conversation.

“What does Inuyasha have to do with this?”

“You have been challenging me since the beginning of our acquaintance,” Sesshoumaru began.

I have? Kagome wondered, trying to think back to see what on Earth Sesshoumaru could be referring to.

Maybe the time she’d had an arrow ready and aimed at him and had shouted the next one would be for his heart?

She grimaced.

“But for the longest time I was not certain if I should respond in kind, especially as Inuyasha had a prior claim,” he continued.

What claim? No. Kagome shook her head. No matter how much the daiyoukai tried to explain, none of this was making any sense.

“However I have now responded to you in kind. And you have proven yourself to me, and I assume likewise my performance whenever you have challenged me has met your approval as well. Thus, I think it is time to stop playing these games and make it official.”

“Make what official, Sesshoumaru?” Kagome snapped losing patience.

Feeling stupid also didn’t help her temper.

Sesshoumaru blinked, slowly.

“Our mating, of course.”

Kagome’s mouth fell open. No words came out.

She was pretty sure that hell had just frozen over.

Unless…! Maybe?

She pinched herself and hissed in pain.

Nope, still in the middle of this absurd conversation.

She probably should say something.

Ask Sesshoumaru if he had completely lost his damn mind, maybe.

Be firm.

“M-mating?” Kagome squeaked.

Way uncool, Kagome, she chided herself.

Her mind was furiously trying backtrack. Trying to find a previous save point from a time when the world had still made sense.

“Yes,” Sesshoumaru said, unhelpfully, plunging Kagome further into chaos.

“So what you mean by challenging is…?” Kagome asked, in a vain attempt to recover some sanity.

“A typical behaviour of a suitor. How do you know if the object of your interest is truly worthy of your affections if you do not challenge them to prove themselves to you?” Sesshoumaru said, finally sounding unsure of himself

Oh.

The light bulb finally clicked on.

Oh no.

Was Sesshoumaru telling her… That basically the entire time they had known one another… he had thought she’d been flirting with him?

Kagome stared at him in mute horror.

He’d been bringing her orphan children in some convoluted and misguided effort to flirt back?!

Oh god.

“I sense some reluctance from you.” Sesshoumaru frowned.

No shit!

Kagome tried to gather her brain from the floor and scramble it for some sort of sensible words she might offer to Sesshoumaru, but before she could find any, he continued.

“Perhaps I have not proven myself to you yet? Do you wish to issue one last challenge?”

“I… Umm…” were all that Kagome’s poor brain had left to offer.

Sesshoumaru nodded gravely. “Very well. I accept.”

With three quick steps, Sesshoumaru had closed their distance.

All of a sudden, Kagome had to crane her neck in order to meet his eyes.

There was a look there, glimmering in those golden depths, that unnerved her more than this entire disaster of an encounter had.

As he leaned forward, Kagome’s eyes widened, her heart jumped, her stomach plummeted, her breath caught.

And then he was kissing her and… wow.

Wow.

Okay, maybe this crazy notion of his did have some merit if this was what he had to offer.

His hand had come up to cradle her head. His fingers tangled in her hair, his claws lightly scraped against her scalp.

Whoo, talk about toe-curling.

One eternity later, Sesshoumaru pulled away.

Kagome drew in a quivering breath, her heart beating a mad, giddy rhythm.

Had he proven himself?

You bet.

Still dazed, she looked into his eyes, the slow beginning of a smile blooming on her lips.

And then Sesshoumaru spoke.

“Are you aware that someone appears to have vomited milk in your hair?”

Ahh, yes.

That.

That they would probably still need to work on.

“Yes, I am,” Kagome retorted. “That tends to happen around babies.”

“Noted,” Sesshoumaru replied, deadpan. “So, have I proven myself sufficiently?”

Kagome bit her lip and took a moment to consider.

“You have proven yourself,” she said slowly. “But I am not ready yet to make our mating official. I think it would be fair if we tried some human courting, first.”

Sesshoumaru tilted his head.

“I suppose that your customs should require equal opportunity,” he admitted, his voice considering. “I must confess, however, that I am woefully ignorant of the ways of human courting practices.”

Kagome gave him a rueful smile.

Just as ignorant as she’d been about youkai flirting, she’d bet. But still, going forward, it would be best to avoid any further confusion and miscommunication.

“Don’t worry,” Kagome told him, reaching to take his hand in hers. “I’ll tell you all about it.”

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stormielikeweather · 4 years

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Drag To Die For

For SessKag Week 2020 Day 1: Crime - Whodunit / Yakuza / Heist

This Fic touches on some sensitive subjects like suicide, and treatment that members of the LGBTQ community may face.

It’s something that I’ve wanted to write for a long time. I felt like this would be the perfect opportunity for inclusion.

Disclaimer: I do not own nor imply ownership of “Cover Girl” by RuPaul, The name Princess Pickles, nor any Inuyasha characters.

“I will not tell you again, Kagura. I am not interested in hanging out.” He scratched the stubble that had already begun to grow on the side of his face.

“C’mon Sesshomaru, it’s just a drink.” She hung off the door frame, sheer red dressing gown hanging loosely off her cinched torso. “It’s too depressing to drink alone.” She added with a pout, “We are friends, right?”

Throwing his suit jacket over his arm, Sesshomaru huffed, “Indeed.”

The small apartment felt cold with a draft coming in from the night lit balcony. Kagura gracefully kneeled down, tucking her legs underneath as she threw back the contents of whatever it was she was drinking that day.

“You drink on the regular, however tonight seems special.” Sesshomaru murmured after his third beer. “What happened?”

Kagura shrugged one lean broad shoulder, “A friend died.” She laughed a hollow sound, “Mmurdered. No onnne caresss when a drag queen diiies, essspec-ially not in draag!” She didn’t say any more after that, and he didn’t ask.

Kagura passed out on her very red very fluffy couch.

Sesshomaru took the bottle from her hand and sat it on the counter beside a matchstick box.

He let himself out, only to discover her body on the pavement outside the complex at four A.M. the next morning.

Continue reading on AO3 or Dokuga! <3

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sagemcmae · 4 years

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Title: Across the Stars Prompt: Fairytales (Day 2 of SessKag Week) Author: Sage McMae Summary: Each night, Kagome tells Shippo a bedtime story. He’s not the only one listening.

It started with Shippo’s nightmares. His memories of the Thunder Brothers left scars. Losing his father and his place in their village was hard on him.

Despite the tough act the kitsune put on, Kagome knew he missed having a permanent home. Their constant travel made it difficult to provide stability. To provide some sense of normalcy, Kagome created a routine.

The mornings started with face washing and teeth brushing, followed by breakfast, then walking for a few hours in search of the shards. When they broke for lunch, Kagome would work with Shippo on his illusions, primarily his shapeshifting abilities. She also taught him how to make ramen, in case he ever needed to cook while she was at home in the future.

The afternoons were for continued travel, making camp, and dinner preparation, followed by bathing and bed. Nighttime was the hardest for Shippo so Kagome introduced storytime. Each night, as the kitsune laid down, she told him a story.

Shippo’s favorite quickly became Momotaro. Not only was the main character on a quest, like they were, but he was aided by his friends. Shippo could relate to the protagonist and started attempting to transform into a giant peach instead of a pink balloon.

About a month after Kagome began telling him bedtime stories, Shippo asked for a new tale. It was only the three of them that night. Sango had gone off in search of Kohaku taking Kirara and Miroku with her. Kagome offered to recite the story of Urashima Taro but the kitsune wasn’t interested. She suggested Kintaro, thinking Shippo would appreciate the boy who was raised in the wild, like him. Once again, the kitsune rejected her idea.

“He sounds like Inuyasha,” Shippo muttered, unimpressed. “I already know that story.”

Kagome sighed. “Alright then. What about Tanabata?”

“What’s that?”

“It’s the story of the stars,” Kagome told him, pointing above their heads to the Milky Way.

“Quiet,” Inuyasha snapped, suddenly on his feet. His hand rested on Tetsusaiga’s hilt.

Kagome stared at him, caught halfway between annoyance and concern. “What is it?”

“I can smell him.”

Her brows creased. “Who?”

He unsheathed Tetsusaiga, aiming the sword toward the forest. “Sesshomaru, come out!” Inuyasha demanded.

Kagome watched from her sleeping bag as the Lord of the Western Lands stepped into the clearing. He combed his clawed fingers through his silver hair, appearing completely at ease.

Inuyasha slung his sword over his shoulder, puffing out his chest as he did. Kagome rolled his eyes. Between the two of them, it was hard to decide who was vainer.

“What the hell do you want?” Inuyasha snapped.

“My presence has nothing to do with you,” Sesshomaru replied. “I seek the miko.”

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weeeting · 4 years

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Sesskag Week Day 2: Fantasy

Reeeeally wanted to draw Sesshomaru something like manhwa anime princely knight kind of clothes

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drosselmeyerwrites · 4 years

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Posted for SessKag Week 2020. New artist. Not perfect. Accompanying droubble to come. Scanned pencil drawing.

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mythicamagic · 4 years

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Sesskag week - Day 2: Fantasy

Summary: A vampire and a time traveller walk into a ballroom.

AN: For Sesskag Week Day 2 Fantasy. Enjoy some vampire Sesshoumaru ;)

Rated M for smut

3,700 words

(all prompts posted on Ao3, fanfic.net and Dokuga)

Eventide

Senseless chatter had never appealed to him. He wasn't entirely taciturn, but he felt it important to choose words carefully, speak eloquently, and steer the conversation toward a goal. Humans did not seem to share this thought. Don't misunderstand though, he was excellent at being polite thank you very much; provided it served a purpose. His pride wouldn't allow for useless platitudes or grovelling. For the most part, Sesshoumaru took. He did not need to persuade.

As a vampire that made him somewhat of an oddity.

He stepped into the throng of idle gossip, tinkling laughter, wine-laced breath and senseless talking. The Ball was in full swing, with some grabbing partners to dance and others mingling around the sidelines in large groups. The commotion was loud and complicated, busy.

Perfect. The ideal environment to hunt in.

Glancing around the large room, with its high ceiling and grand chandelier, he inhaled. Perfumes, tobacco, wine, sweat and faint arousal permeated the air. Rain pelted heavily against the windows outside, which only further encouraged the humans to stay longer at the gathering, fretting the journey home by carriage. Sesshoumaru walked through the mingling humans like vapour, gaze passing over them, searching. He wasn't an official guest. No one knew him. But they'd invited him in after just a few choice words. It was apparent from his speech and the way he held himself that he was a man of standing, cultured and exotic. Yet none of them could see the true colour of his eyes and hair, the glamour perfect; right down to the bluntness of his nails, teeth or the unnatural points of his ears appearing curved.

His tongue pushed against the roof of his mouth, brushing the back of his fangs. Focusing drowned out the chatter and brought the thrum of hundreds of heartbeats into his hearing. Their happy faces blurred until red veins could be seen, spreading out like intricate tree roots under their skin. Blood called to him. Saliva pooled behind his teeth.

He flirted with the idea of wrapping a long-fingered hand around a blonde woman's arm and arresting her attention.

A burst of harsh pink light suddenly forced his eyes shut, coming from within the throng of people. No one else seemed to notice. Sesshoumaru hastily rubbed a hand over stinging lashes, lips curving in delight. Victory sang in his chest.

I knew you were here.

"I don't think I've seen you before."

Stiffening, the faces of the humans swamped back into place the moment Sesshoumaru's eyes peeled open. Turning, he found a dark-haired boy quietly looking at him.

He inclined his head, thankful his voice was steady. "I do not live in the area, rather, I am just passing through. Your generous associates invited me here for the night, nonetheless."

The boy rose a brow, but shook his head slightly as though trying to dispel his suspicions.

"Kohaku, are you interrogating every guest now?" An amiable young man joined the conversation, chuckling. "This is supposed to be a party. You need to enjoy more and worry less- you're not on guard duty tonight, correct?"

Kohaku frowned and folded his arms, glancing away.

Friendly dark blue eyes turn to Sesshoumaru, "sorry about that. There was just an incident recently is all. Everyone's a little on edge, so this party is quite ideal."

"I do not take offence to it," he inclined his head, glancing at Kohaku. If the suspicious boy would just leave, he could ask more about this 'incident' but as it was, he politely excused himself and moved into the crowd again. The light was the top of his priority list anyway. It had been since the second he stepped into the sea of possible victims.

Now where in the room was she? It was almost like she had sensed his bloodlust and thrown him off-kilter. Golden brown eyes passed carefully over the faces around him.

As he passed a grey-haired gentleman Sesshoumaru chanced a look at the swaying bodies of the dancers.

Long dark hair caught and held his attention first.

Sun-kissed skin and gentle laughter followed. Her green skirts flowed up into the air slightly as she was spun out from her partner toward him. Exhilarating light blue irises met his startled gaze before she frowned and was pulled back into the young man's arms. Sesshoumaru stared after her, inhaling the pure, intoxication scent teasing his senses.

Experimentally, he tried focusing again, seeing the human's veins once more around him- but the pink light flashed out the moment he did. Turning eager attention to her again, his instincts flickered.

Her eyes burned with warning. His lips curved up in response.

Sesshoumaru stepped forth into the dancers, moving swiftly and stepping around some couples. He pivoted on his heel to allow him through without touching them- fluidly passing around the humans like water. He reached the woman the moment the song ended. She was beaming at her partner and panting from the exertion while the young man laughed and chatted nonsense.

The moment she looked at him, Sesshoumaru bowed low, hand on his chest. "Will you honour me with the next dance, or are you spoken for, my Lady?" voice pitched to be respectful, he couldn't keep the velvet caress out of it as his thirst doubled. His head tilted up slightly to meet her steady, annoyed gaze, even as he kept his back bowed.

Sesshoumaru did not usually persuade, but it was somewhat necessary when dealing with her.

"Well uh- we were dancing..."

"Kouga," the woman looked at the boy, smiling gently. "I did promise to dance with everyone that I could- I wouldn't want to disappoint this man. Besides," she looked at Sesshoumaru again. "I'm not spoken for."

A breath rushed out of his dead lungs that he didn't know he'd been holding. Sesshoumaru straightened, smile sharp. "Shall we?" he asked, raising a clawed hand for her to take. He knew she could see it if she focused. Look past the magic coating his skin.

He watched her hesitate just a touch, and almost anticipated a refusal, until her warm, soft hand slid onto his.

Kouga briefly made a disappointed, sour expression but left them to it after saying goodbye. With the newfound privacy, the woman looked up at Sesshoumaru then- eyes hardening into glaciers. He slid an arm around her waist and settled a hand at the small of her back, fangs aching painfully.

Slim fingers dug into his shoulder with surprising strength as they stared at each other until gentle, coaxing music washed over the room.

His heel turned, and then they were moving, swaying gracefully amidst the other couples.

"It is a pleasure to finally see you again," dropping the charade, his voice rolled into a purr. She felt sublime in his arms.

"I wish I could return the sentiment," Kagome's words held a frosty edge to them that caused his fangs to flash, smile widening.

"Tell me, why do I find a time travelling priestess mingling with ordinary humans tonight? You have to agree, it is a little unorthodox." He only pulled her slim waist in closer, amazed to be standing in her presence. She had form, and was tangible under his hands. He inhaled her scent and tasted the gentle scent of a flower he couldn't name. He'd dreamed of her as a distant, barely-there being. It had been so achingly long since he'd seen her last. Kagome Higurashi was such a rarity she was practically otherworldly even when he himself was considered a 'mythical being.'

The woman in his arms was certainly real as she levelled her stormy gaze at him, voice sure and strong. "I'm mingling, conducting important business. I'm sure it wasn't an innocent reason that brought you here today, vampire."

He watched as he spun her out, wild hair fanning around her.

"There is no need for hostility, it is another turn of fate that we should both here tonight under the same roof. Would it not be prudent to-"

"I refuse to share the same space with someone who would do these people harm, my apologies," she spat, yet with such melodic tones he couldn't help but want her to keep talking, even if it were only to throw insults.

"Do harm? Forgive me, but at the very least, my goal is very easy to see. I only desire blood-"

"Only?!" she burst, before lowering her voice into a hiss. It thrilled him. "You bite me once in a dark alley on the worst first night on a job ever and then get hooked- stalk me through different centuries, and have the nerve to say you 'only' want blood? It's never 'just' blood, with you."

"Indeed. I think we can agree we do a lot more than bloodsucking."

Her face turned red, "we might have used to. That was before I knew just how many people you'd murdered, Killing Perfection."

He chuckled silkily, "a thing of the past. You fear for these people, yet it is only you that I desire." Sesshoumaru moved in closer, lips brushing her ear. He felt her body shiver deliciously. "Aren't you more dangerous for the potential calamity you can bring?" he murmured, turning them in a tight spin.

"I-I can't believe your audacity! That was one time, and I never meant to mess up like that-"

"But you are always so eager to remind me of my misdeeds," he purred, large hand brushing her rib, claws twitching into the material of her dress. She could no doubt feel the pinpricks of his claws through the lace, lightly scratching her heated skin. "How is the injury?" he inquired softly, though he knew the answer since she'd were able to move so fluidly.

Kagome glanced away, complicated feelings arising in her scent. "Better. Please...you should leave."

"Why? My offer still stands."

"I left you for a reason."

"Because you were afraid."

"How dare you-"

Sesshoumaru grabbed her waist, her feet leaving the ground as he lifted her and turned. Kagome gasped, heart fluttering in his ears. Arousal plumed.

A smirk curved his lips as he set her down, "you are quite predictable in some ways."

Blue eyes sharpened, "oh really?" she raised her voice suddenly. "Help! Help!"

Sesshoumaru stiffened as the people around him turned to look at them. A few gentlemen frowned, moving to assist the 'helpless' lady as she struggled in his arms.

Releasing her, the vampire glared. "You are only buying time. I will see you later, Miss Higurashi."

Kagome sniffed, cowering back behind big strong men and covertly sticking her tongue out at him as they told him to stop upsetting the young miss.

Little brat.

Taking his leave, Sesshoumaru strode out of the ballroom into the cool night air, fangs aching. It seemed the rains had stopped.

Moving around the side of the building, he grabbed a woman standing on the outskirts of the crowd and sank starving teeth into her neck. As she moaned and writhed he imagined dark hair and sublime legs. Before draining her completely, he dragged a wet tongue, sticky with blood over the wound, closing them.

Unlike his brethren who had likely caused a stir in this area, he hunted cleanly.

And because of that damn Higurashi…

He discarded the woman, leaving her alive where he wouldn't have done before.

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Walking down a dirt road under the light of the full moon, Kagome felt mighty lucky to have detangled herself from the 'polite society.' The men had been so eager to ride in a carriage with her. She supposed it was to be expected in this time period.

Adjusting her lace sleeve and pushing it up, she checked her digital watch. She'd done everything needed. Not much time left.

She kind of wished she'd had longer. No, Kagome shook her head. There wasn't any point in wanting to see him. It would be so much easier if he'd just let it go.

Her job wasn't easy. Time-travelling for her boss meant stealing priceless artefacts lost to time or recording history. She wasn't supposed to interfere too much. In the 1600's she'd majorly fucked up and accidentally brought the witch trials to a quaint town. They'd sought her foreign tongue and odd words, but she'd managed to escape. Other women hadn't been so lucky.

And Sesshoumaru…

He'd always been there, on every job. Like a bloodhound, he just seemed to sniff her out. It had to be a coincidence. Seemed too odd that he could happen to be in a different country, in a different century at the exact same time. He called them fated lovers, destined to be together, but getting attached with her kind of job was a huge no-no.

A bone-chilling howl slid out into the night, close. Kagome stiffened. Wolves?

Or was it worse?

Glancing around at the dark trail, she quickly hitched up her skirts and removed a gun from her holster. Hearing the distinct sound of two feet moving instead of four, Kagome tried to calm her breathing. She was a priestess and could typically use her reiki. However, this type of beast required silver bullets.

The rapid footsteps got closer and Kagome turned, firing into the darkness. Everything lay silent then.

Taking a shaky breath, she noticed she hadn't heard the collapse of a body.

A large form lunged at her out of the shadows then, snarling. The werewolf spread large jaws open, saliva flicking out from long, hungry fangs.

Kagome cried out and stumbled back, firing into his gut. Even as he wailed, it was no use, he was going to land atop her.

The pale form of a white dog collided with the two-legged beast then. They both disappeared into the darkness, snarling and ripping sounds reaching her ears.

Kagome panted, staring with wide eyes. This had been an unexpected part of the job.

Fantasy creatures.

From Youkai in Japan, to murderous unicorns in England, leprechauns in Ireland, friggin Krampus. No one had told her she'd be wrestling with a damn fairy on her night shift! This was the past, she'd expected famine, wars and dysentery, not wendigos.

The noises died down, but she yanked her gun up and pointed it when footsteps approached again. Sesshoumaru stepped out into the moon's soft light, his long jacket unstained but white poets shirt marred with blood. Kagome's muscles automatically relaxed, and she lowered the weapon.

"You should not wander alone, time traveller."

Brushing herself off, she moved to go look for her bullets. Couldn't exactly leave evidence behind- but he lifted a hand out and offered them to her.

Kagome paused. "Why are you here? I told you to leave me alone."

"I am not so easily dissuaded from what I want," he glanced away. "That dead wolf changed back into the boy you danced with…"

"Kouga. Yeah, I got an inkling. I just hoped he wouldn't try anything," sighing, she stepped closer and accepted the bullets, putting them into a pouch. "I don't have long. Maybe 15 minutes."

Blue eyes slid up to him then, deliberating. He didn't move, he would stay with her for the remainder of her time left, she knew that. It was up to her how they spent it.

"Do you know a place?" she asked softly.

Sesshoumaru smiled, curling an arm around her waist and drawing her hips against his.

In a whirl of motion, Kagome found herself lying back in hay.

Classy. She couldn't say they'd lain together in a barn yet. Least that was something off the bucket list.

Embracing him nonetheless, starving lips met. Sesshoumaru groaned into her mouth, and she felt him already hard and ready between her thighs.

Perhaps to an outsider, it made no sense. They made no sense. She'd tried so hard to push him away but every time like a bad habit they'd end up this way.

It wasn't just because of what he'd done, either that she tried to resist. The killing had frightened her, yes, but a part of Kagome sought to protect them both. Him, waiting for her for so long couldn't be fair to him. It felt like she abandoned Sesshoumaru anew with each job.

Hitching her legs around his waist and mewing, the hay rustled as he yanked her stockings down and teased her. Kagome bit the shell of his round ear, shuddering.

"Drop the glamour," she breathed.

He obliged, dark hair, eyes and inviting features sliding off him like water. Long white locks splayed around him like spun silver threads. Two molten gold eyes smiled down at her like setting suns. Thin lips peeled back to reveal fangs, and he lunged- sinking them into her neck.

Kagome gasped and arched into him, feeling an ache between her thighs that she tried to alleviate by rutting against him like a needy animal.

Sesshoumaru drank her blood, panting, while Kagome reached down and freed his length, stroking. He groaned into her neck, chuckling and collecting her blood onto his tongue, swallowing and savouring the taste with relish like it were the finest chocolate.

"Having some trouble?" He teased in a velvety voice, bottom lip stained red.

Kagome huffed, "put it in already, we don't have time for you to be messing around-ah!"

His hips lunged forward, practically impaling her on his cock.

Kagome cried out, toes curling as he grunted, curling a hand into her hair and starting to move his hips in a languid pace, taking his time. "You cling to me so fiercely," he chuckled.

"Stop teasing," she panted, adjusting to his size. It didn't take long, her body knew him intimately well by now.

"Move your hips more," Sesshoumaru uttered, biting her collarbone. "Let me see your body ache to keep me in," he thrust shallowly.

Growling, Kagome shifted her hips, fingers clawing at his shoulders to keep him locked to her. How shameless and humiliating to beg. She didn't care though.

"Just- hah- do it…"

He gives a jagged smirk, animal eyes gleaming red. "But dear one," he groaned, holding her under her thighs and parting them wider to look down between them. "Do you not think you look delicious, moving against me? See how you greedily urge me deeper," giving a sharp thrust, he watched his cock sink inside slick folds deeper with rapt, arrogant pride.

Kagome snarled and dragged his head down via her hands on his cheeks, pressing her mouth to his. "Fuck me, Sesshoumaru, please!" she gritted out.

Sesshoumaru gave a low rumble of pleasure, tipping his head slightly into her touch and snapping his hips harder. "Hah- good. That is all I wanted to hear," he muttered, shoving her down hard and starting to move with wild abandon.

Kagome could do nothing but cling on, tilting her head back and feeling her body jolt like a rag doll as he fucked her. Obscene noises filled the cold air of the barn. It smelled like livestock, petrichor and other outdoors things, so she nuzzled into his damp neck, inhaling the rich smell of unknown tobacco, the copper of blood and decadence.

When they finished with long, quivering groans, they clung to each other long after the deed was done. Kagome panted, stroking twitching fingers through his hair as she felt him pool inside her.

"You couldn't have-" she swallowed, catching her breath. "Found somewhere nicer?"

"It is… hah...your fault for running from me in the first place. We could have enjoyed an evening of this in my hotel."

"I had to do my job and you would've distracted me," she muttered, closing her eyes. "You always do."

Sesshoumaru kissed her chest, making a dusty noise as she stroked his pointed ear. "I endeavour to keep being a… distraction, miss Higurashi."

Kagome sighed, "we've gone over this."

"Indeed, so do not waste your breath." His grip was tight on her hand, voice sharp.

A small beeping noise blared out from her watch. Kagome lay still beneath him.

Golden eyes gentled. "Where will you be next?"

"50 years into the past from now."

"Ah, I remember. You did seem calmer in our last meeting. Perhaps our time together today has… soothed any anxieties, priestess?"

Kagome squirmed out from beneath him and adjusted her skirts, picking out some hay from her hair. "I dunno," she murmured. "Nothing has changed."

We shouldn't do this.

Cold lips dragged across the nape of her neck, claws on her hips. "You are mine, Kagome. You will continue to be mine. I will reach your original time one day, and then you will not escape. I will turn you."

Kagome glanced at him over her shoulder, "Mhm. If you survive to then, I feel like you'd have done that by now, buster."

"I am most likely biding my time, for what I am unsure. Perhaps I anticipate the day you admit your love," he smirked.

Unable to ignore the beeping watch anymore, warning of a countdown, Kagome pressed a button that started coursing red static over her body. "Don't hold your breath, vampire," she said quietly.

Sesshoumaru felt her squeeze his hand, reluctance flashing in her eyes. And this was why. This was why he'd pursue her.

Because she asked him to, in the smallest, most silent of ways.

Kagome disappeared within the static, leaving him alone, blood smeared on his mouth, clothes rumpled and hay sticking in his fine hair.

Sesshoumaru brushed a hand over his mouth, licking at his chin to taste the remains of her on his skin. His blood heated, breath shuddering. Golden eyes flashed red.

"I will find you again."

End

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