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Her laugh could turn the tides of war, the sound so melodic and spellbinding any man would breathe his last without remorse. Tonight though as he watched her laugh with him, his every breath was laced with envy.
He hated these events made necessary by her job, hated that she even deigned to work when he could provide any and everything for her. The barkeep handed him a pair of drinks which he took gratefully before heading back across the room to her.
She was doubled over, clutching onto his knee for support as another chorus of laughs overtook her. He smiled at her blissfully unaware, basking in all her glory. He reached for a hair out of place and brought it behind her ear in a gesture so intimate, he felt physically ill.
He quickened his step and stood slightly behind her now. He pulled his hand away quickly.
“Rin.” he said smoothly.
She glanced up at him in awe before recovering herself enough to bless him with a smile.
“Sesshomaru,” she gasped as she reached for one of the drinks in his hand, “you’re here.”
Sesshomaru said nothing in response, he was not a man of many words but it mattered little as she continued.
“Kohaku, you remember Sesshomaru.” she said cordially as she waved one delicate hand from one man to the next.
Kohaku stood from the stool and offered his hand to Sesshomaru unabashedly.
“Sesshomaru, it’s always a pleasure. Thank you for coming this evening and for your donation of course, we wouldn’t have been able to make such an impact without it.”
Sesshomaru shook his hand with all the restraint he could muster, after all Rin would be none too pleased if this evening ended in a trip to the ER. Not that she looked pleased with him now, her fine brow raised and lips pouted in quiet indignation.
“Don’t mention it, after all I was assured there would be anonymity regarding the matter.” Sesshomaru just barely hissed.
Kohaku blushed, “Well yes, of course, no external parties will be made aware if that is what you mean.”
Rin chuckled tersely, “I think he was more concerned about internal parties discovering this…generosity.”
“You didn’t know?” Kohaku exclaimed.
At least he had the sense to be embarrassed, Sesshomaru mused.
“I’m so sorry, I certainly didn't mean to be indiscreet.” He bemoaned.
Rin rolled her eyes and smiled in her good natured fashion, “I shouldn’t be surprised, discreet is Sesshomaru’s love language.”
Kohaku barely chuckled before golden eyes pinned him with a scathing hold and effectively stifled the sound in his throat, which he began to clear in an entirely unnecessary manner.
“Well,” Kohaku segued as he scratched the back of his head awkwardly, “I should go mingle with the other donors. You two enjoy your evening.”
Sesshomaru watched as he walked away stiffly in quiet annoyance before Rin yanked on his arm to demand his attention.
She pouted at him sadly, “You donated? Even when I asked you not to?” she asked.
Sesshomaru nodded, his golden eyes growing wide in earnest before her.
He watched as her eyes scanned the room, “Why?” she whispered. “I told you I wanted to do this myself. You know how much this means to me.”
Her brown eyes swept the room again, bringing a mortified flush to her now downcast face.
He brought his clawed forefinger beneath her chin.
“I did it because this cause means so much to you and to me as well.” he informed her.
Small tears shined in her eyes and he refrained from whining at the sight. He brought his thumb to her cheek and began stroking it softly.
“Speak to me.” he whispered. “Why do you cry?”
She shook her head softly, “I just wanted to raise this money without your help, this is my job Sesshomaru, I don’t want my colleagues thinking that the only reason I can do well in this position is because my wealthy boyfriend will always donate.”
Sesshomaru shook his head slowly in disagreement. “You are in your position because you are good at your job.”
Rin laughed through her tears as she brought her wine glass to her lips. “Well how would they know, how would I know, when you keep…keep…”
“I understand,” he supplied.
“Do you?” she breathed.
He nodded firmly and Rin sighed.
“Yes, it is you who does not understand me.” He confessed softly, “and it wounds me, Rin.”
Rin gasped but said nothing as he tucked her under his arm before turning to face another one of her colleagues with a donor in tow.
“This is Rin, the brains and beauty behind this cause and this wonderful soiree. Rin meet Mr. Onigomo.”
“A beauty indeed.”
The car ride home had been quiet and neither of them said anything as they prepared for bed. Rin watched as Sesshomaru tied up his hair, wearing nothing but his sleeping shorts, and crawled into bed lethargically.
She knew he was a man, well demon, of little words. Thus when he spoke especially about his feelings, it was to be deeply considered and her heart ached knowing that he felt so misunderstood by her. He was her best friend, her biggest supporter, and the only man that held her heart.
She finished brushing her teeth and splashed water on her face to rinse away her budding tears. She took a shaky breath before entering their bedroom and clambering into bed.
Almost immediately, reflexively, they reached for one another. Their hands joining beneath the sheets and their bodies following soon after. Rin tucked herself into his chest as they held one another and screwed her eyes shut.
“It's useless to hide your tears from me Rin.” Sesshomaru reminded her.
A quiet gasp tore from her lips as small sobs followed and wracked her frame. He couldn’t help but hold her closer.
He brought his thumbs to her face and brushed away her tears. “Do not cry Rin, I cannot abide it.”
“I know,” she sniffed, “I’m sorry.”
“I do not want you to be sorry, I have the privilege of loving you. That means every part of you, sad, glad…..mad” he breathed.
“Bad?” She supplied before her laugh tinkled through her tears, “I love when you rhyme.”
“I love when you laugh.” He countered.
“Even when it’s with other people?” she prompted softly.
Just the thought forced him to steady himself with a sharp intake of air.
“Yes.” He bit out.
Rin pulled away from his side and leaned over his chest to meet his gaze. “Sesshomaru, please.”
He looked at her with no reply.
“I didn’t know you were coming tonight, you said you had so much going on at work, I didn’t even think to ask you.”
“Hmm.” he responded noncommittally.
“I don’t understand Sesshomaru, please talk to me.” she begged, her voice cracking towards the end of her request. “I..I love you.” she breathed.
She brought her fingers to his striped cheek in a caress that emulated her confessions, her truth.
“I love you with all that I am but this jealousy, it belies the trust-”
Sesshomaru sat up quickly then, at an inhuman speed, bracing her against him with his palm on her lower back as to prevent whiplash or vertigo. His golden eyes ablaze.
“I trust you.” he growled, “It is the men you associate with that I do not trust.”
“Kohaku?” she asked incredulously.
“All men but him especially,” he barked, “he fawns over you, adores you and you let him.”
“I-”
“He brings you coffee, buys you flowers, takes you out to lunch; it’s no wonder you didn’t think to ask me to come tonight because you had no need of me. I came because I-” He stopped himself abruptly, bringing his fangs into his lips and piercing the skin and flesh there.
“Because?” she prompted with bated breath and waterlogged eyes.
His eyes fell away from hers and she knew then that she’d hurt him. “Please?” she whispered.
He hated when she cried, hated when he was the reason for her tears, but these were the emotions she forced him to feel, forced him to speak on.
He brought his hands to either side of her face and brought his blood stained lips to her water soaked ones. They were so soft, so warm, so welcoming.
She was his home. She was his world. He couldn’t imagine a life without her. How could something so simple be so complex?
“I need you.” he confessed in a hushed and ragged tone, as if it were a sin, “My love for you is not a mere feeling, it is my truth, my reason for being. I want you to need me. I need you to….to love…me.”
“I do.” she sobbed. “Don’t you believe me?”
He shook his head softly. “You know how possessive I am, I cannot share you or your affection. I don’t mean to control you but….there must be boundaries Rin. Boundaries you must enforce, I cannot…. It is impermissible to even let another man think you would entertain his ardor, not when you are with me.
She went to reply and he placed a clawed thumb to her lips. Their gazes met and she gasped at the intensity of the emotion in them.
“I am never too busy to support you, to love you. I worked so hard over the last few weeks so that when your event came up, I would be able to give it the due attention required. You never….never thought to invite me. I considered your words, I had not factored that my wealth made you so…insecure in your position but how can I not support you by any means? Especially since it seemed you didn’t even want me there and for a cause that I am so impassioned about because of you. Do you think me so vain, so money hungry that something so important to you could not also be important to me? You misconstrued my level of affection for you and I don’t know what I must do to convince you.”
Rin hung her head in disgrace. “I didn’t know you felt like this.” she admitted through squished lips as his thumb still rested there.
“You don’t know the power you have over me.” he informed her. “I have waited over fourteen hundred years for you, your love possesses me.”
Rin choked back a small sob as her lips began to lift. “It’s a great power and with great power comes great responsibility.” she joked before frowning and kissing the thumb at her lips. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know, I misunderstood.” she admitted. “I’ll talk to Kohaku, let him know that this behavior makes you uncomfortable. He’ll listen, we’ll set boundaries.” she promised.
“I want you to do those things because you want to.” He replied.
She nodded, “And I never want to make you feel like you're not the most important person in the world to me, because you are Sesshomaru. I love you.”
His golden eyes seemed self-effacing now, humble, meek; as if her words alone had disarmed him completely.
She brought her lips to his again, her desire, her devotion at the tip of her tongue which she used to stoke his into action. He moaned, his hunger for her inexhaustible. He moved her beneath him now, gasping as he pulled away and looked into her arresting dark eyes.
“I own you, body, mind, and soul.” he panted.
She nodded with a smile before wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into another breath stealing kiss.
“Yes.” she breathed as he burned his kisses into the column of her neck. She moaned as he tore apart her underwear, tossed it aside, and began toying with her clit.
“More,” she begged as she clutched him tight to her. “Possess me.”
His eyes narrowed into predatory slits as he snarled and pulled her legs apart in response. He trailed his nose and lips down her throat and between the valley of her breasts, adorning her with stinging kisses and love bites, marking her body again and again as his, before he finally reached the lips of her womanhood.
He buried his nose in the small fray of curly dark hair and inhaled as if it were a fine wine or bouquet. She watched in anticipation as he left wet kisses all around her entrance before finally….finally sheathing her lips with an avaricious kiss. His tongue snaked out of his mouth and feasted on the nectar her sex wept with, all while rolling, pinching and teasing the ball of nerves his fingers never dared to leave.
She screwed her eyes closed as her head tossed back in an unbridled shout of ecstasy. He used his forearms to push her legs apart wider as he made himself a home, burrowing his tongue in, out and around her narrowed passage.
She grasped at his head when she near her precipice, incoherent cries going largely ignored by him. Finally he felt the tight coiling of her inner muscles around his tongue, he began moving the finger on her clit with inhumane speed and not a second after she blessed him with a shout of praise and a baptism he was all too eager to drown in.
He pulled away from her core and dropped her legs unceremoniously at his sides as he knelt before and between her. She was gasping for air, her heavy breasts dancing in time with the rhythm of her lungs, and her body slick with perspiration. He gave her no time to recover as he grabbed his hard, engorged piece and slid into her still spasming sex. She yelped in response but he seated himself within her as he slid his body atop her, stopping to bite at one nipple and pinch the next. Her body arched beneath his but he wasted no time.
He released her chest, using one hand to grab her head and the other to pin ground her hip before planting a searing kiss at her lips and beginning a brutal and unforgiving pace within her. He groaned as he felt her clench around him, nearly suffocating his sex with her own but it would do nothing to stop his incessant thrusts.
He would not stop, could not stop, until she knew bodily, mentally, and spiritually that there was no one else for her. Until her body wept with his cum, until she cried his name, until her soul surrendered to his. He beat into her again and again, her cries growing more and more pronounced even as she urged him deeper within her with the hands at his bottom.
He could feel it now, the storm of youki violently stirring within him stealing away his inhibitions and better judgment. He pulled back and pushed back with bruising force and found it still was not enough, even as her body narrowed in on the invasion and finally burst at the pressure.
“Sesshomaru!” she screamed at his ear.
The dam burst, his knot grounded him within her as his vision turned, and his fangs elongated before he found the soft muscle between the crux of her neck and finally…..finally possessed her.
He could feel as their souls danced in harmony, finally in perfect sync with the other.
He brought his arms around her convulsing body and licked her blood soaked neck. “You are mine.” he breathed as fatigue began to overtake him.
She just barely glanced up at him before her eyes rolled back into her head and she fell into a deep repose.
He sighed as he allowed his full weight to rest on her for a moment, before turning them onto their sides. As his shoulder came in contact with the pillow he noticed a barely perceptible sting.
He looked over his shoulder as best he could, wincing as he incidentally pulled at the knot still locked within her, and saw a small bite mark.
He looked over at her and smiled, “You've possessed me.” he whispered.