Title: Sesshoumaru’s Christmas Present

Disclaimer: I do not own Inu Yasha or any of its Characters. Only the cute little pup!

Pairing: Sesshoumaru/Kagome -forever!-

Summary: Just in time for the holiday’s - Sesshoumaru gets the best Christmas present ever. His finally a daddy!

Warning: Unbeta-read! Ficlet! One-shot! Sorry if you see any grammatical errors.

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Sesshoumaru's Christmas Present

To say that Inu Yasha was amused was an understatement. He never though that he would get to see the day that his cold, stoic looking half brother would act, well, out of character.

The low moans were bad enough, but the occasional piercing screams were well-night unbearable. His brother broke out in a cold sweat, and had to be physically restrained by two of his strongest guards and the midwife’s assistant from rushing upstairs and bursting into the room where his mate was enduring such agony.

Sesshoumaru’s mate has been in labor for more than ten hours already. An old tiger Youkai sawbones, arrived more than just three hours after being sent for. He responded to the Demon Lord’s growling cold demand to know what the had kept him by pouring the Daiyoukai a stiff whiskey and telling him quite brusquely to stay out of the way.

The tinted red eyes glowered at the Tiger Youkai all the way up stairs. He decided to spare the old tiger Youkai this time. His mate was in pain after all.

The sawbones was heard to mutter beneath his breath that he would rather deliver twenty female Youkai babes than to deal with the prospective Taiyoukai father anytime soon.

To Sesshoumaru’s exasperation and Inu Yasha - along with the guards and the midwife‘s assistant- consternation, the whiskey helped only marginally.

The expressionless face of the handsome Demon Lord revealed nothing only the familiar muscle clenching, every passing second, on his jaw.

Sesshoumaru’s mind was so desperately attuned to what was happening upstairs that oblivion eluded him. When his mate’s screams rose to such a pitch that he was sure she must be dying, all he could do was strife about the hall outside the delivery bedroom, muttering incoherent things beneath his breath and cursing his inner demon for ravishing her so, along with himself.

The thought of her suffering tore at his vital organs like red-hot pincers, making a mockery of the cold contempt he had convinced himself he felt for her all this time. All this time through their “marriage of convenience.” Their arranged marriage before they were even born. Through their bond, he felt what she was going through and how she felt. She loved him. Know he knew. Even if the idea made him feel light head and alien towards the alien feeling.

Another piteous moan from inside the bedchamber made almost Sesshoumaru flinch. Listening to her anguished cries, he vowed never to touch her again as long as she lived. Well, he wouldn’t go that far, but they would have to take more precaution in the near future.

If she lived. He was hideously afraid that he might already have killed her thanks to his lust for the little minx. Not that he’d let anyone see hit turmoil mind.

Through the whole night and half the next day, Sesshoumaru looked like a statue leaning and standing behind the wall, waiting for his mate to deliver his heir. He paid no attention to the servants who dare and brought him food. His amber gaze never wavered from the big, oak closed doors leading him to his wife.

Towards dusk his mate’s screams grew to a shattering crescendo. His narrowed eyes widen a little. Finally he gave into his demonic side and burst through the door only to stand transfixed just inside the threshold, one hand still on the knob.

His aristocratic, straight nose caught the smell of antibiotics and the smell of blood with other body fluids. He quelled the urge to wrinkle his nose.

The Tiger Youkai was holding a tiny pup by the heels, and, even Sesshoumaru watched with red tinted eyes as his first-born pup was spanked. His jaw clenched as he felt something inside commoved him, the pup let his first wailing cry, and soon both midwife and sawbones were laughing.

“Keh. At last the ordeal is over,” he heard his half-brother from behind him mutter, releasing a tired, but happy sigh. He had a nephew. Finally someone to play with.

“Mate,” he questioned through his chiseled lips. For a moment the two occupants in the bedchamber sternly reproving sets of features regarded him, and then the old sawbones face broke into a quivering smile.

“Relax Sesshoumaru-sama,” he said somewhat dryly, but the quivered smile never left his face. “Your mate is fine. So is your heir.”

Sesshoumaru paid no attention to them as he left the spot on the door and came to stand beside the delivery bed, staring with now amber eyes, at his mate’s pale apple shaped face.

Her normal luscious black, inky hair was wet with the sweat and wildly mussed, trailing in damped curls across the plump, silky, white pillows. Her normal pink lips and cheeks were practically bloodless, despite the pale blue stripe adoring her high cheeks.

A clenched fist beside him rose to softly ran a long finger on her clammy cheek. Inwardly, he was concerned for her, but he felt and sensed her calm breathing and the rising of her heaving chest.

A long calloused finger pulled a damped tress of hair from her warm forehead, revealing his family traditional crescent moon symbol. The mark that marked her as his mate and Lady of the Western Lands.

Exhausted pale blue eyes opened to stare at him, and then smiled tiredly as she saw who had called her and was looking down at her with intense, flashing topaz eyes.

“Sesshoumaru,” she muttered beneath her breath. “I did it. I gave you an heir,” she declared softly, a grimace of pain marred the beautiful demoness face. Fatigued eyes closed, shutting everyone out as darkness took over her. Luring her into a deep dreamless sleep.

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Sesshoumaru raised his head, silky strands of silver hair fell on his broad shoulders, as he turned towards door. The door knob twisted, revealing the midwife as she entered the master bedchamber, carrying within her hands a squirming bundle. The pup. Little hands wiggled around as he released another wailing cry. He was clearly hungry.

“Isn’t it customary to wait until you are bid to entry,” he drawled nonchalantly from the shadows, where he was setting, on an expensive-looking cushion chair. The midwife gulped discreetly, but held her ground. Ignoring the chilling eyes of her master as they settled on her and the howling babe.

“Of course my Lord,” she agreed, looking at the sleeping Youkai Demoness on the big futon.

Sesshoumaru waved his arm, dismissing her. “State your business.”

The midwife, Sango, turned her attention to the master of the mansion. “I’ve brought the pup for his first feeding, Sesshoumaru-sama.” She bowed as he stood up from where he was sitting. Walking languidly, regal towards the weeping pup.

“Very well, give him to me,” he ordered quietly. The normal icy amber eyes took a tender look as the looked down at his babe.

Sango drew back, somewhat amazed. “I beg your pardon, your Lordship, but wouldn’t it be better if you just left the room for a while?”

Those yellowish stone eyes pierced through her. “No, it wouldn’t,” Sesshoumaru enunciated, with a taciturn look on his finely chiseled face. “You may leave.”

He reached for infant and Sango was forced to comply, though she warned. She was a midwife after all. “Careful. You must support his neck, Sesshoumaru-sama. He’s not a rag doll.” At the dark, threatening scowl she received for such remark, she hastily left, breathing shallowly. Happy to still be alive for another twenty years or so.

Sesshoumaru sighed. There was nothing for it, he would have to wake her. He didn’t want to wake her. She hasn’t slept long enough after the ordeal.

He gently set the sniffing pup on the covers once he got there, and slowly took off his haori. Revealing a hairless muscular, broad chest. Muscles shifted as he grabbed his son. Sesshoumaru pulled away the wrapped blanket from the small form in his arms, inhaling the sweet aroma that was his and his mate. The powdery newborn aroma.

The cub ceased his wiggling as he felt his sire’s aura. Calming him. Big, innocent amber eyes blinked up as he gurgled, chewing on a small fist. A rare smile unceremoniously appeared on his father’s face, a twist on his upper lip.

Sesshoumaru raised his pup up, licking one cheek and then the other. Nuzzling the small neck as he rubbed his scent on his pup.

And smirked menacingly as he felt the pup’s green aura flared with his. He was going to be a strong Inuyoukai alright.

Once he was done communicated with his pup, Sesshoumaru slipped inside the silky blankets with his mate. Then gently pulled on the clean kimono Kagome was wearing. Revealing one full, swollen breast with milk. He gently lifted the tot and placed him close to Kagome

How hard could it be to feed a small Inuyoukai? He though, as he turned the little face toward her until the baby’s striped magenta chubby cheek brushed against the leaking milk nipple. But the little silver head turned away again, and began making sounds of frustrations. A frown marred the baby’s small forehead, covering the small crescent moon on the soft skin.

Exasperated, Sesshoumaru tried again, and guided the little suckling mouth to the turgid nipple. He held his son in place until at last the nipple was found and the tot began to suck.

Kagome grimace in pain as the small mouth began to suckled more vigorously. Pulling the tender nipple into the small mouth liking his source of food as the warm liquid ran down his convulsing small throat.

With his hand holding the pups head, Sesshoumaru, the Taiyoukai, watched them. He was filled again with the warmth and tenderness he had felt the night before, and a wealth of possessiveness, too. And love. He loved his small family. He’d admit as much. They belong to him.

Yes, they belong to us. Mine, ours, his inner Youkai growled as he raised his shaggy head, howling. Happy to have his cub and mate beside him.

Sesshoumaru pulled the covers over them, creating a warm blanket around them. Slipping his other muscular arm around Kagome, trapping her between him and the feasting cub. He nuzzled her slender throat, licking his mating mark, suckling the soft skin as she whined. Knowing who with her.

Licking around her earlobe, he growled silky with his baritone deep voice into her ear, “You have my heart…koi.” Then nipped her jaw as he felt her small hand wrapped around the big hand holding the cub’s small silky silver head.

Kagome smiled in her sleep. Knowing it was the closest her proud, cold Taiyoukai would get to say “I love you.”

He’d have to agree with his half-brother, Inu Yasha. His cub and mate were the best Christmas present he’d ever received in his five hundred years of life, he though as he joined his family into the realm of dreams. His silver, silky, long stresses wrapped around them like binds, bonding the three as one, as snowflakes outside started to fall from the grey sky. It was going to be a good Christmas.

-End-

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Read and review! I get more “hits” than “reviews!” Please! Where’s your Christmas spirit? My friend told me that this one-shot wouldn’t get no less than ten reviews. Please help me beat my friend’s prediction. I beg you! She was damn rude pout. But I still love her. Lol. Yeah. It wasn’t the best ending, but I wanted to finish this little ficlet before Christmas. My Christmas present to you all! Thanks for the lovely reviews I received for my last one-shot, “Bittersweet Love.” You guys are the best.

Happy Holidays!

Lady Serpentina