Impromptu by angel

Chapter 1

The characters of Inuyasha are in no way mine and no amount of wishing will make that happen. They all belong to Rumiko Takahashi (?) and I can only dream and drool about them. Reviews are nice and very much appreciated.

It was dark. The sun was just barely peeking from the horizon when Seshoumaru opened his eyes and surveyed his current state. His date from last night was still sprawled on the other side of the bed, sated and motionless even as he sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. 

Recently, his stress was building up with everything at the office and his personal life. He had needed an outlet for his beast because it had been chomping at the bit to be let loose; This time was different though. This time it had not just been fighting for control but his beast had been on the lookout for something, as much as it pained him, he had had to book one of the youkai escorts to assuage his beast. Even with their most seasoned girl, it had been barely enough for his beast: As evidenced by the body out cold on the bed. 

Normally, his control would normally last for a good decade before he had to let his beast loose so that it could unwind and allow him the control he needed for the day to day life.

Mulling over the events of the past few weeks, Seshoumaru went to the phone and dialled the escort service again. With the prospect of another encounter, his beast attempted to gain control again. He had to take a few deep breaths and give his beast a reminder of the occupants of the rooms across the hallway before it started to calm down and recede all control to his more logical half. As soon as he was calm, Seshoumaru dialled again and ordered that the escort be picked up by their company as he was done with her company. 

He took a quick shower then shook the girl awake and ordered her to get ready to be picked up at the lobby; then promptly forgot about her. 

Seshoumaru walked out of his room then stopped on his way to the kitchen. 

He was greeted by the wriggling bottom of his youngest toddler Shouta trying to get up on one of the chairs by the island in the kitchen while his eldest Shin’ichi was pushing his siblings bottom up to help him. Raising an eyebrow at his children’s antics, he easily swiped both on each of his arm. He heard whimpers from both of his pups and he silenced them with a growl.

Looks like he was going to re-child proof his home as the twins had managed to successfully escape their room (AGAIN) this morning.

After grabbing the pups food, he made his way to the living room, far away from the bedroom and out of sight from the door, his beast started purring to the pups to calm their excited yips. Both were happy to see their sire and they proceeded to show it by nuzzling the underside of his chin, the act bringing a small smile to Seshoumaru’s lips. He started feeding them while his thoughts went back to the past.

It had been 10 years since their surrogate mother had passed; they had lived well together but the connection they had formed was not enough for him to take her as his mate and thus extending her life and strength to match his. They had both known what they were getting in to, she was the strongest from her pack and he the only remaining Dai-youkai left in existence. He had been driven by his instincts to produce an heir and he could not stomach tying himself to one individual with just the need to produce connecting him to the female. 

After the pups were born, they had lived together but sadly she had been taken from them  by an accident which had left him as the sole parent to his pups. He knew she had held deeper affections for him even if he had not, he had cared for her in his own way but she was aware that he was not as involved in the relationship as she. They had pups between them and that was simply enough.

When there was more food apparently going to the children’s onesies rather than their mouths, Seshoumaru decided to reign his musings in and focus on the pups until they had finished their meal.

Fed and clean, the pups had proceeded to play around with their father on the sofa while Seshoumaru used moko moko to form a grid around them for their safety. A few hours later, they were alerted to the soft padding of footsteps coming from the bedrooms. A little while later, a teen with bed hair and a wide yawn slowly walked towards the sofa and snuggled on Seshoumaru’s side. Moko moko instantly included her in its embrace and the pups proceeded to include her in the dog pile. Seshoumaru softly massaged her head and they spent the quiet Sunday morning wiling away with drowsy snores and apple sauce smiles.