Inuyasha: All Seeing Part 2
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lynx212Title: All Seeing
Fandom: Inuyasha
Words: 2,197
Rating: T/M
Summary: I watch my sibling as he leaves the room, specifically the way his hair swishes back and forth, the tips of that flaxen cascade grazing his flawless little ass with each step.
Warnings: A/U and Incest, lots of it so consider yourselves warned.
A/N: From Sesshoumaru’s POV.
I do my best not to ogle Inuyasha as he rattles on about his sword training with Totosai. He is excited and looking forward to being good enough to spar with me soon. It is hard to focus on his words and not the perfectly kissable lips the words are tumbling across. He catches onto the fact that my focus is not on what he is saying even though I know he cannot possibly know why. He merely smiles at me and says, “I know this is all old news to you Ru but you could at least pretend to be interested.”
He has no idea. I am more interested in him than he could imagine.
Father is doing a poor job concealing his mirth and I have a sneaking suspicion he knows exactly where my focus is. I grab my goblet of wine and take a long drink of the red liquid. At least then, I will have an excuse for the redness tinting my face. When I lower my glass, both sets of eyes are on me and Inuyasha laughs out loud.
“You might want to lay off the wine Ru. Your face is as red as my favorite haori.”
“Yes son,” Father says as he smirks in my direction, “you wouldn’t want to overdo it. Overindulgence in one thing can easily lead to the same in others.”
I nearly choke on my lamb.
I spend the rest of dinner highly focused on my food as I try my best not to give Father any more openings for comments like his earlier one. Soon our plates are bare and Inuyasha excuses himself announcing that he was going to go bathe.
The imagery that springs to mind at that statement should not be possible.
I watch my sibling as he leaves the room, specifically the way his hair swishes back and forth, the tips of that flaxen cascade grazing his flawless little ass with each step. I never thought I’d be envious of hair, but here I am wishing nothing more than to be those tresses. Once he is out of sight, my mind is brought back to the here and now by the sound of a low, smug chuckle.
“You know if you keep behaving like this you will make it obvious before I can speak to him.”
It takes all of the will power I have not to let the color flood my face once again.
I excuse myself and leave the room without another word. I have lost much in the way of dignity over one repast. I think it best for me to retire for the night and clear my head.
~~*~~*~~
When I see Father alone later that evening it is well after we all shared our evening meal. He comes into my chambers, walking soundlessly up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. He pulls my back flush against his torso, an action that causes me to melt into his embrace. Firm lips press against my neck and a sigh escapes me.
“You’re tense,” is his simple statement of fact.
“This has been a trying day, Father.”
“I noticed this. I haven’t seen you so tense since your attraction to him was new.”
I whirl around in his arms as the implications of his words become devastatingly clear. I can only imagine the expression on my face. How can it not be shocked, indignant and a dozen other things? All of my effort was in vain he knew and he watched and waited.
I feel like a fool.
“Don’t be so alarmed my fatal perfection. I have only known you all of your life. Of course I knew…well suspected is a more appropriate term.”
I do not know if I am embarrassed or livid, “Why didn’t you say something before now?”
“I wanted to see where this was going to lead. It could have been merely curiosity or a crush that would fade. If that was the case there was no reason to make an issue out of it.”
I do not know what to say, so I say nothing.
“I needed to speak with you about this and I was going to wait a few days but after dinner I realized this conversation was better had sooner than later.”
I do not like the direction this is headed. The look on Father’s face is more strained and tense than I’ve seen it in decades. What could he possibly have on his mind causing this amount of worry? Surely my attraction to Inuyasha isn’t the source of all this.
I was about to ask when his lips found mine causing any questions in my mind to fade away. Kissing him was like no other experience I’ve had of its kind. He tasted of barely restrained passion, raw power and need. Our tongues dance with each other and by the time we part, I am breathless. My knees are weak and I am having a hard time remembering what we were talking about.
He pulls me close to him, holding me so fiercely I am almost fearful of what is to come. This was no big deal to him in the courtyard but now it seems as if something is terribly wrong. As one of his hands came up to caress the back of my head and stroke my hair I let my face fall into the crook of his neck as I tried to decipher through his action and scent what could be so wrong.
“This may not be so cut and dry young one. This could go so many ways and I’m not prepared for the possible consequences of some of them.”
“What do you mean? I don’t understand.”
His other hand is now caressing my back and the edge of apprehension surrounding him is nearly too much to bear.
“As I watched you with him I realized that your attraction to him is more than mere lust.”
“I…I…”
“There’s no need to explain, Sesshoumaru. I understand and I am not upset.”
“Yes you are and I want to know why. You seemed fine in the courtyard and now you’re holding onto me for dear life as if I may disappear. This is not like you.”
“Tell me young one, if he does not want us both what will you do? Can you simply ignore what you feel for him because of me?”
I do not have an answer so I remain silent once more and let him continue, “Yes there is a chance he will accept us both but I am not counting on that outcome. He does not even know the nature of the relationship between you and me so this might be abhorrent to him.”
“He would never turn his back on us for anything Father. This I know.”
“You sound so certain.”
“I am,” I say in response.
“How can you be?”
“Because I know him,” I reply as a pull away from the strength and safety of his arms. “Who here has spent more time with him than I?”
He regards me with stern eyes but I do not look away and I do not flinch. Of this one thing, I am certain. Even if he doesn’t want either of us in the manner, we…I...that is a question I had not thought to ask. Yes, it is one thing for Father and I to have the relationship we have, but does he have the same interest in Inuyasha as well or would it be something he is only going along with for my benefit?
“Before we go any further how do you feel about all of this? You have yet to tell me how you view Inuyasha.”
A loud exhalation is the only response I get for moments that felt like days. When he finally does answer me, I can see so many things warring in his eyes. He looks torn and suddenly I don’t feel confident about anything anymore.
He places his hands on either side of my face and says, “When I first realized what I felt for you I fought it with every fiber of my being. Not so much because of how I thought it may be viewed by others, it is not a taboo amongst our kind especially since we are royalty. What had me hesitant was the thought that I would be keeping you from starting your own family and making your own destiny. I felt selfish for wanting the perfection that is you, for myself.”
I don’t know what to say. As twisted, as it is in one sense it is a compliment of the highest order in another. I did my fair share of sowing my oats when I came of age but no female or male, for that matter, ever struck me as anyone I wanted to spend more than a few days of my time with. Most often not even that. I always returned home. I never voiced why that was but I think it is time I did.
“Did you ever ask yourself why I always returned home? Do not feel bad if you did not, because I know I never explored why it was that I always returned either. I do know that after every journey I could not wait to return to you and Inuyasha. I missed the very presence of you both. With you Father, it was your wisdom, your wit, your very essence. With Inuyasha, I missed his youthfulness, his charm and his humor. In my eyes nothing and no one could compare to, what I thought at that time was the comforts of home.”
I step away from him completely then so I can look at him, truly look at him. This was not a conversation to be had with my face buried in the crook of his neck swathed in that immeasurable strength of his, even if that is where I wanted to be. This was not the time to look around at random objects or rant on about nonsensical things. Eye to eye, is how this needs to be.
“It is good to hear that Sesshoumaru. Despite my silence on the matter, I have worried. Now as far as Inuyasha is concerned to me he is still quite young and I hadn’t looked at him as more than my pup until I noticed how you were looking at him.”
Passionate eyes are focused on my own and I cannot prevent the shudder that races up my spine. We need to finish this conversation but my body has a mind of its own. I am in front of him with my lips pressed to his collarbone before I can stop myself. Strong hands glide over my shoulders, up my neck until they are cupping my face and pulling me into a kiss.
We part, despite not wanting to, and attempt to finish the conversation, “Seeing your fascination with him is when I realized he had grown into a fine young man and wasn’t a child anymore.”
“I haven’t been a child for many years,” a voice calls from behind us.
We turn to find Inuyasha standing just inside the doorway regarding us with cold serious eyes, “I’ve waited and waited for you…either of you to deem me worthy of at least knowing exactly what you share but it seems that was never going to happen.”
I look away from those intense eyes in the entranceway to Father then back again. Father mumbles a curse under his breath and I step away from him.
“Don’t stop on my account. I can tell when I’m not welcome and the two of you have made that crystal fucking clear.”
He turned and left slamming my chamber door behind him hard enough to crack the frame. I sigh at the same moment Father groans and I ask, “You left the door open?” Not believing he’d do such a careless thing.
He runs a tense hand over even more tense facial features and sighs. That is all the answer I need. It takes a lot of self-control not to laugh at the absurdity of it all. All of the secrecy, cautious words and planning end up shot to hell over an open door. It was hard to fathom.
“Now what do we do?”
“I’ll go talk to him,” I volunteer, “he does not need time to let his anger grow.”
“I agree but are you sure you are up to this?”
In truth, I wasn’t, far from it to be honest, but I saw the way those hurt and angry eyes focused on me from the doorway and I know I need to be the one to do this, “I will be fine Father. He is my brother and we have shared so much and been so close he feels betrayed by my secrecy and silence. The apology and explanation needs to come from me.”
Father nods at me before planting a gentle kiss on my forehead, wishing me luck and leaving me to gather my thoughts. I am going need all of the luck the fates can spare me.
Fandom: Inuyasha
Words: 2,197
Rating: T/M
Summary: I watch my sibling as he leaves the room, specifically the way his hair swishes back and forth, the tips of that flaxen cascade grazing his flawless little ass with each step.
Warnings: A/U and Incest, lots of it so consider yourselves warned.
A/N: From Sesshoumaru’s POV.
I do my best not to ogle Inuyasha as he rattles on about his sword training with Totosai. He is excited and looking forward to being good enough to spar with me soon. It is hard to focus on his words and not the perfectly kissable lips the words are tumbling across. He catches onto the fact that my focus is not on what he is saying even though I know he cannot possibly know why. He merely smiles at me and says, “I know this is all old news to you Ru but you could at least pretend to be interested.”
He has no idea. I am more interested in him than he could imagine.
Father is doing a poor job concealing his mirth and I have a sneaking suspicion he knows exactly where my focus is. I grab my goblet of wine and take a long drink of the red liquid. At least then, I will have an excuse for the redness tinting my face. When I lower my glass, both sets of eyes are on me and Inuyasha laughs out loud.
“You might want to lay off the wine Ru. Your face is as red as my favorite haori.”
“Yes son,” Father says as he smirks in my direction, “you wouldn’t want to overdo it. Overindulgence in one thing can easily lead to the same in others.”
I nearly choke on my lamb.
I spend the rest of dinner highly focused on my food as I try my best not to give Father any more openings for comments like his earlier one. Soon our plates are bare and Inuyasha excuses himself announcing that he was going to go bathe.
The imagery that springs to mind at that statement should not be possible.
I watch my sibling as he leaves the room, specifically the way his hair swishes back and forth, the tips of that flaxen cascade grazing his flawless little ass with each step. I never thought I’d be envious of hair, but here I am wishing nothing more than to be those tresses. Once he is out of sight, my mind is brought back to the here and now by the sound of a low, smug chuckle.
“You know if you keep behaving like this you will make it obvious before I can speak to him.”
It takes all of the will power I have not to let the color flood my face once again.
I excuse myself and leave the room without another word. I have lost much in the way of dignity over one repast. I think it best for me to retire for the night and clear my head.
~~*~~*~~
When I see Father alone later that evening it is well after we all shared our evening meal. He comes into my chambers, walking soundlessly up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. He pulls my back flush against his torso, an action that causes me to melt into his embrace. Firm lips press against my neck and a sigh escapes me.
“You’re tense,” is his simple statement of fact.
“This has been a trying day, Father.”
“I noticed this. I haven’t seen you so tense since your attraction to him was new.”
I whirl around in his arms as the implications of his words become devastatingly clear. I can only imagine the expression on my face. How can it not be shocked, indignant and a dozen other things? All of my effort was in vain he knew and he watched and waited.
I feel like a fool.
“Don’t be so alarmed my fatal perfection. I have only known you all of your life. Of course I knew…well suspected is a more appropriate term.”
I do not know if I am embarrassed or livid, “Why didn’t you say something before now?”
“I wanted to see where this was going to lead. It could have been merely curiosity or a crush that would fade. If that was the case there was no reason to make an issue out of it.”
I do not know what to say, so I say nothing.
“I needed to speak with you about this and I was going to wait a few days but after dinner I realized this conversation was better had sooner than later.”
I do not like the direction this is headed. The look on Father’s face is more strained and tense than I’ve seen it in decades. What could he possibly have on his mind causing this amount of worry? Surely my attraction to Inuyasha isn’t the source of all this.
I was about to ask when his lips found mine causing any questions in my mind to fade away. Kissing him was like no other experience I’ve had of its kind. He tasted of barely restrained passion, raw power and need. Our tongues dance with each other and by the time we part, I am breathless. My knees are weak and I am having a hard time remembering what we were talking about.
He pulls me close to him, holding me so fiercely I am almost fearful of what is to come. This was no big deal to him in the courtyard but now it seems as if something is terribly wrong. As one of his hands came up to caress the back of my head and stroke my hair I let my face fall into the crook of his neck as I tried to decipher through his action and scent what could be so wrong.
“This may not be so cut and dry young one. This could go so many ways and I’m not prepared for the possible consequences of some of them.”
“What do you mean? I don’t understand.”
His other hand is now caressing my back and the edge of apprehension surrounding him is nearly too much to bear.
“As I watched you with him I realized that your attraction to him is more than mere lust.”
“I…I…”
“There’s no need to explain, Sesshoumaru. I understand and I am not upset.”
“Yes you are and I want to know why. You seemed fine in the courtyard and now you’re holding onto me for dear life as if I may disappear. This is not like you.”
“Tell me young one, if he does not want us both what will you do? Can you simply ignore what you feel for him because of me?”
I do not have an answer so I remain silent once more and let him continue, “Yes there is a chance he will accept us both but I am not counting on that outcome. He does not even know the nature of the relationship between you and me so this might be abhorrent to him.”
“He would never turn his back on us for anything Father. This I know.”
“You sound so certain.”
“I am,” I say in response.
“How can you be?”
“Because I know him,” I reply as a pull away from the strength and safety of his arms. “Who here has spent more time with him than I?”
He regards me with stern eyes but I do not look away and I do not flinch. Of this one thing, I am certain. Even if he doesn’t want either of us in the manner, we…I...that is a question I had not thought to ask. Yes, it is one thing for Father and I to have the relationship we have, but does he have the same interest in Inuyasha as well or would it be something he is only going along with for my benefit?
“Before we go any further how do you feel about all of this? You have yet to tell me how you view Inuyasha.”
A loud exhalation is the only response I get for moments that felt like days. When he finally does answer me, I can see so many things warring in his eyes. He looks torn and suddenly I don’t feel confident about anything anymore.
He places his hands on either side of my face and says, “When I first realized what I felt for you I fought it with every fiber of my being. Not so much because of how I thought it may be viewed by others, it is not a taboo amongst our kind especially since we are royalty. What had me hesitant was the thought that I would be keeping you from starting your own family and making your own destiny. I felt selfish for wanting the perfection that is you, for myself.”
I don’t know what to say. As twisted, as it is in one sense it is a compliment of the highest order in another. I did my fair share of sowing my oats when I came of age but no female or male, for that matter, ever struck me as anyone I wanted to spend more than a few days of my time with. Most often not even that. I always returned home. I never voiced why that was but I think it is time I did.
“Did you ever ask yourself why I always returned home? Do not feel bad if you did not, because I know I never explored why it was that I always returned either. I do know that after every journey I could not wait to return to you and Inuyasha. I missed the very presence of you both. With you Father, it was your wisdom, your wit, your very essence. With Inuyasha, I missed his youthfulness, his charm and his humor. In my eyes nothing and no one could compare to, what I thought at that time was the comforts of home.”
I step away from him completely then so I can look at him, truly look at him. This was not a conversation to be had with my face buried in the crook of his neck swathed in that immeasurable strength of his, even if that is where I wanted to be. This was not the time to look around at random objects or rant on about nonsensical things. Eye to eye, is how this needs to be.
“It is good to hear that Sesshoumaru. Despite my silence on the matter, I have worried. Now as far as Inuyasha is concerned to me he is still quite young and I hadn’t looked at him as more than my pup until I noticed how you were looking at him.”
Passionate eyes are focused on my own and I cannot prevent the shudder that races up my spine. We need to finish this conversation but my body has a mind of its own. I am in front of him with my lips pressed to his collarbone before I can stop myself. Strong hands glide over my shoulders, up my neck until they are cupping my face and pulling me into a kiss.
We part, despite not wanting to, and attempt to finish the conversation, “Seeing your fascination with him is when I realized he had grown into a fine young man and wasn’t a child anymore.”
“I haven’t been a child for many years,” a voice calls from behind us.
We turn to find Inuyasha standing just inside the doorway regarding us with cold serious eyes, “I’ve waited and waited for you…either of you to deem me worthy of at least knowing exactly what you share but it seems that was never going to happen.”
I look away from those intense eyes in the entranceway to Father then back again. Father mumbles a curse under his breath and I step away from him.
“Don’t stop on my account. I can tell when I’m not welcome and the two of you have made that crystal fucking clear.”
He turned and left slamming my chamber door behind him hard enough to crack the frame. I sigh at the same moment Father groans and I ask, “You left the door open?” Not believing he’d do such a careless thing.
He runs a tense hand over even more tense facial features and sighs. That is all the answer I need. It takes a lot of self-control not to laugh at the absurdity of it all. All of the secrecy, cautious words and planning end up shot to hell over an open door. It was hard to fathom.
“Now what do we do?”
“I’ll go talk to him,” I volunteer, “he does not need time to let his anger grow.”
“I agree but are you sure you are up to this?”
In truth, I wasn’t, far from it to be honest, but I saw the way those hurt and angry eyes focused on me from the doorway and I know I need to be the one to do this, “I will be fine Father. He is my brother and we have shared so much and been so close he feels betrayed by my secrecy and silence. The apology and explanation needs to come from me.”
Father nods at me before planting a gentle kiss on my forehead, wishing me luck and leaving me to gather my thoughts. I am going need all of the luck the fates can spare me.
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Date: 2010-12-23 10:27 pm (UTC)I'm not really into the fandom except for the goodness that is Sesshomaru- I'd tap that so hard he'd be howling for a year, at least. >:D But I find the possibility of some brother love with him and Inu kinda hot, ngl.
I liked this very much!
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Date: 2010-12-24 12:08 am (UTC)he'd be howling all year....ah a woman after my own heart ^_^ sees your Sesshoumaru icon and raises you a Sesshoumaru icon...
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Date: 2010-12-28 07:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-12-28 07:51 pm (UTC)Thanks for the praise and I am considering all input on this so suggest away ^_^
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Date: 2011-03-30 09:12 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-03-30 10:30 am (UTC)