The Color and the Sound
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Title: The Color and the Sound
Pairing/Characters: Sesshoumaru/Inuyasha
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Explicit yaoi
Genre: Hentai
NOT WORKSAFE!
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He comes for me. He always comes when the half moon is high above our heads. Wind carries my scent and fauna under my feet describe my location. Come to me Inuyasha. Teach me all I am to know, let your flesh tell me. I can hear the moonlight say this song: Come.
Yes, the air says he is here. I can taste the sound of his breathing. I can see my name in the colors of his voice, yellow and brown. I do not need to turn around to see his body. It knows my memory like my claws know its bite. Humanity has so many colors I can not see.
“Do you see, Inuyasha?” I know he can.
He is my curse, my blessing, my lesson. “What do you mean? I see you.” Inuyasha stands before me wearing nothing. Moonlight listens to the blues in his skin and slides on the silver in his hair. Moonlight is so loud, and only increases her volume as she fattens. “Let’s get this over with.”
And so it begins. My robes fall behind me. My claws reach ahead. Inuyasha, you are the key. I know this now. I can taste the knowledge father meant to teach me, in your eyes. I can hear it when I taste you. “Come to me.”
How does it feel when I do this kiss you taught me? I press my mouth to yours. I see your consumption and your hunger when we do this. You wrap yourself around me, brother, as if you are in danger and I am to save you.
“More.” A nip and whine tells me he is finally beyond pretending this is not something we both look forward to. “Gimme more, Sesshomaru.”
All the things we ever wanted can be found in this. This touch between his legs. This satin flesh I lay on a mossy bed. The taste of Inuyasha’s look when he watches me lick his skin and learn where he has been. Every scar, every cut, every knot and bruise is a lesson. He got these not in battle for himself, but others. I am learning so much. So much I can almost feel compassion when he shudders beneath me.
Could I love him? As I am drawn to this communion could I be drawn to feel for him? Care for him? My only brother, half demon and half human. I listen to him with my claw. A whimper tells me about fear and courage. His cock juts in defiance of disgust. Brother of mine, blood of mine.
“Please…” He is so hard. “Please suck me.”
I do. I gather him up and pull him into my mouth. In and out, again and again. I can smell his seed- a strange mixture, a bridge between worlds. I can taste his cries, his claws describe bloody circles on my shoulders. His hips make the same motion. Circles like the moon.
Moonlight speaks to me, says I must take him now, when he is keening and ready. I sit up and he splays his legs and lets me feel everything he hides. “Take me.” He is panting. As am I. When I touch his opening he bucks and moans. “Please.”
I have learned from his body. He has taught me to be gentle with my touch. There is no harsh lounge. No hard demand. Moonlight, carry my flesh to his flesh. Yes, let him melt around me. Let me taste his cries as I take my brother. My lesson.
He teaches me with each thrust. I watch and take care not to hurt him, to help him feel all the color in this dance. When my skin becomes tight and the world tilts, I let moonlight carry us into a strange home we never shared. His come glitters in the air; and for that moment we are truly of the same flesh.
The lesson is over and the moon rolls down the bowl of the sky, and so we are drawn away from what we were. Inuyasha, you cannot look me in the eye any more than I can stop you from leaving. Do what you will. I do not mean to stop you nor will I try.
“Had enough Sesshomaru?”
Never. There is so much to learn.
Title: The Color and the Sound
Pairing/Characters: Sesshoumaru/Inuyasha
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Explicit yaoi
Genre: Hentai
NOT WORKSAFE!
+++
He comes for me. He always comes when the half moon is high above our heads. Wind carries my scent and fauna under my feet describe my location. Come to me Inuyasha. Teach me all I am to know, let your flesh tell me. I can hear the moonlight say this song: Come.
Yes, the air says he is here. I can taste the sound of his breathing. I can see my name in the colors of his voice, yellow and brown. I do not need to turn around to see his body. It knows my memory like my claws know its bite. Humanity has so many colors I can not see.
“Do you see, Inuyasha?” I know he can.
He is my curse, my blessing, my lesson. “What do you mean? I see you.” Inuyasha stands before me wearing nothing. Moonlight listens to the blues in his skin and slides on the silver in his hair. Moonlight is so loud, and only increases her volume as she fattens. “Let’s get this over with.”
And so it begins. My robes fall behind me. My claws reach ahead. Inuyasha, you are the key. I know this now. I can taste the knowledge father meant to teach me, in your eyes. I can hear it when I taste you. “Come to me.”
How does it feel when I do this kiss you taught me? I press my mouth to yours. I see your consumption and your hunger when we do this. You wrap yourself around me, brother, as if you are in danger and I am to save you.
“More.” A nip and whine tells me he is finally beyond pretending this is not something we both look forward to. “Gimme more, Sesshomaru.”
All the things we ever wanted can be found in this. This touch between his legs. This satin flesh I lay on a mossy bed. The taste of Inuyasha’s look when he watches me lick his skin and learn where he has been. Every scar, every cut, every knot and bruise is a lesson. He got these not in battle for himself, but others. I am learning so much. So much I can almost feel compassion when he shudders beneath me.
Could I love him? As I am drawn to this communion could I be drawn to feel for him? Care for him? My only brother, half demon and half human. I listen to him with my claw. A whimper tells me about fear and courage. His cock juts in defiance of disgust. Brother of mine, blood of mine.
“Please…” He is so hard. “Please suck me.”
I do. I gather him up and pull him into my mouth. In and out, again and again. I can smell his seed- a strange mixture, a bridge between worlds. I can taste his cries, his claws describe bloody circles on my shoulders. His hips make the same motion. Circles like the moon.
Moonlight speaks to me, says I must take him now, when he is keening and ready. I sit up and he splays his legs and lets me feel everything he hides. “Take me.” He is panting. As am I. When I touch his opening he bucks and moans. “Please.”
I have learned from his body. He has taught me to be gentle with my touch. There is no harsh lounge. No hard demand. Moonlight, carry my flesh to his flesh. Yes, let him melt around me. Let me taste his cries as I take my brother. My lesson.
He teaches me with each thrust. I watch and take care not to hurt him, to help him feel all the color in this dance. When my skin becomes tight and the world tilts, I let moonlight carry us into a strange home we never shared. His come glitters in the air; and for that moment we are truly of the same flesh.
The lesson is over and the moon rolls down the bowl of the sky, and so we are drawn away from what we were. Inuyasha, you cannot look me in the eye any more than I can stop you from leaving. Do what you will. I do not mean to stop you nor will I try.
“Had enough Sesshomaru?”
Never. There is so much to learn.