InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Day to Play ❯ Thorns Among the Roses ( Chapter 4 )

 

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Chapter 4

 

Thorns Among the Roses

 

 

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Snowfall aka Hanyou Slave

 

 

 

 

`Uncouth brat,' Sesshoumaru thought to himself as Inuyasha's fingertips brushed along his collarbone. `He refuses to commit, yet he wants my love.'

 

Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes at the ceiling, anger beginning to seep into his blood as he placed his hands behind his head, causing Inuyasha to lose his resting place. Inuyasha propped himself up on his left elbow and gazed at Sesshoumaru's face, unable to read his brother's expression.

 

“Sesshoumaru?”

 

Silence.

 

“I'm not trying to reject you. It's just that this is so sudden. What made you do this?”

 

Sesshoumaru pondered whether or not Inuyasha even deserved an answer and decided there was no reason not to tell him. He kept his focus on the ceiling. It was difficult to share his thoughts and feelings like this. It was a first. Well, as a child he had confided in his mother. However, this was different, more intimate. It was best to get it over and done with quickly. With a deep breath and a long sigh, he took the plunge.

 

“It was your expression and behavior yesterday. You forced me to remember. The same thing happened when, as a young child, you were taunted by your peers. I could not protect you from that.

 

“I remembered, Inuyasha.”

 

“I remembered how much I loved you when we were young. I realized that I had projected onto you my hurt and anger at father's death. I had been a fool. Father had been a grown man when he died. It had been his choice, not yours. The truth had been buried with the emotions I had chosen to suppress. I had been overwhelmed with confusion and forced to come to terms with father's death. In doing so, I regained my love for you.”

 

Sesshoumaru grew silent, waiting for Inuyasha's judgement.

 

“I don't remember much from back then. I guess it's easier to remember all the bad stuff that happens when there is so little good. You protected me?”

 

“Yes. I had even avenged you on the many occasions when someone had gone too far with bullying and teasing. Of course, you were too young to be allowed to witness their punishment.” Sesshoumaru turned a knowing gaze to Inuyasha. “Do you understand now, Inuyasha?”

 

“Wow. Did you ever kill anybody over me?”

 

Sesshoumaru's stare never wavered while still saying nothing.

 

“Damn, Sesshoumaru. You didn't kill any children, did you?” asked Inuyasha, his heart stopping in his chest while he hoped to hell that Sesshoumaru would deny it.

 

“I am not without honor now, nor was I then. I would never do such a thing,” Sesshoumaru growled, narrowing his eyes at his brother. “Those who had died were the adults who had scorned and hurt you. They had been sufficiently able to try to defend themselves. Feel better now, idiot?”

 

“I'm not an idiot! After all your behavior over the years, after everything that you have done to me, how should I know!?” Inuyasha's claws and fangs extended as he rose above Sesshoumaru, all the memories rushing into his mind. “I'm not a child anymore. Don't treat me like one,” Inuyasha hissed.

 

Inuyasha was sick of being treated as though he had no wits about him, simply because he was a half-breed. Sesshoumaru had always been the best at making him feel small and worthless. Sesshoumaru had no right to demand respect, or anything from him, for that matter.

 

Sesshoumaru flipped Inuyasha onto his back, pinning him to the bed. “Your insolence is unbecoming and your doubts annoying.”

 

“Get off me, prick.”

 

“You may be my mate, but you will learn to respect and obey me,” rumbled Sesshoumaru, unaccustomed to being disrespected in any way by those he chose to surround him.

 

`You are the one who isn't worthy, Sesshoumaru. I should kill you for the insult. Especially now!'

 

“Don't call me mate! I still don't trust you, you bastard. You took me when I was a weak-willed human, absorbed in self-pity. And what makes you think I will ever `obey' you, you cold-hearted sonofabitch!?”

 

Sesshoumaru winced at Inuyasha's harsh words. `Cold hearted? Is he blind? I have given him my heart. Perhaps he always had it and that is why I have never mated with another. Damn him!'

 

Inuyasha managed to shove Sesshoumaru to the side with his knee. He was not someone's servant or toy. Never had been and never would be, particularly for someone like Sesshoumaru. He was sick and tired of everyone acting as though they owned him. Kikyou with her demands that he go to hell with her, Kagome with her damn enchanted beads. The evening he'd dropped his sword and had accepted Sesshoumaru's blade into his body, he had believed he was done with being owned like some dog, no longer needing to make any decisions concerning anyone other than himself. Then Sesshoumaru had to go and fuck it all up.

 

And the worst part about the whole thing was that he had loved Kikyou. She had died. His love moved on to Kagome, but one day she would go to her own time. That left him with two choices. Hell with Kikyou or the future with Kagome. And he just couldn't decide! Now Sesshoumaru had thrust himself into the picture. Sesshoumaru should have left him well and truly dead. Everyone would have been better off, especially himself. Never would he have expected Sesshoumaru to bring him back into his original predicament, much less make him a dog the third time over.

 

How could Inuyasha not recognize his efforts to communicate? Considering his wandering lifestyle, he hadn't spoken so many words in the past three months combined; nevermind that he had never intended to spill his guts in such an open manner! To have it tossed back into his face like so much trash was beyond Sesshoumaru's comprehension. He had given so much and this was how he was repaid?

 

Sesshoumaru leapt for Tokijin, his anger welling into rage; rage rooted in the pain of Inuyasha's rejection. “Die, Inuyasha!"

 

“I knew I couldn't trust you,” Inuyasha muttered, simply waiting for the blow, not even attempting to defend himself. The culmination of all of his past pain once again buried him in a watershed of despair. What had made Sesshoumaru think that he could have possibly wanted to be resurrected? Hadn't he proven that?

 

“What is wrong with you, Inuyasha?! Defend yourself!”

 

“Why?! Just so I can be alone again?!” yelled Inuyasha, wishing with all of his might that Sesshoumaru had simply left him to die. “Just so that you can treat me like a dog!”

 

“I offered you my love, something that had never been within me, and you have rejected it. You are useless to me and I will allow no one else to have you. You are mine! Mine!”

 

“Useless?! Well, fuck you, too, Sesshoumaru!” spat Inuyasha, tears welling up in his eyes.

 

“You will not live to torment me, Inuyasha!”

 

Inuyasha covered his eyes with his hands, head resting on his pulled up knees. He was tired, tired of being a lowly hanyou, tired of being manipulated, tired of having love given then taken away.

 

With Inuyasha's lack of resistance, Sesshoumaru felt no need to rush. Strolling up to the side of the bed, he raised his sword. It was time to end this farce that had been wreaking havoc with his usually calm demeanor. Nothing was worth this torment.

 

Salt. He smelled tears again.

 

`Shit.' Instinct took over when he realized that his mate was once again in pain. Such a short time and already he was seeing Inuyasha as his second half. `Why did Inuyasha have to make it so damn hard to kill him? Mates do not harm one another. Why are we so different?'

 

The boy was killing him piece by piece. Layers of his hard won control were slipping through his fingers like water through a sieve. That first night had shattered his outer defenses and now he was being stripped of every shred of dignity that he had built. His mate wanted to die and was dragging him along for the ride. One step forward, two steps back. When would it end?

 

Inuyasha heard a dull thud and looked up to see Tokijin embedded in the wall. Sesshoumaru's hand still gripped the hilt. With his head lowered and his hair swept down to cover his face, his eyes remained hidden from Inuyasha.

 

“What's the problem, Sesshoumaru?” Inuyasha spat. “Lose that precious pride?”

 

“Inuyasha…don't,” muttered Sesshoumaru. He turned his back on his mate to hide the rending of his heart.

 

“Why not?! It's what you want, isn't it? Do it! Go ahead, do it.”

 

Inuyasha didn't even see Sesshoumaru turn before he lay sprawled across the bed in an ungainly manner. His cheek ached from the unexpected blow. “Fuck, Sesshoumaru. That hurt. Decapitating me would have been a lot less painful,” Inuyasha complained, subconsciously surprised by his mate's behavior.

 

Not hearing a response, Inuyasha lifted his head. What he saw was astonishing. He wouldn't have believed it if he weren't staring it right in the face. Sesshoumaru, the great regal Lord of the Western Lands, had tears streaming down his face. The ice king uttered no sound. He just stood there and stared at Inuyasha with his countenance filled with pain.

 

Inuyasha's heart fell. Everything had happened so fast that he hadn't had time to learn to fully trust Sesshoumaru. But that expression was something that he'd never expected.

 

`Does he really love me, enough to shed tears for me? Tears! Real tears! He has nothing to gain from me. He truly does love me. I've been such a fool. He wouldn't lie. There would be no reason.'

 

Inuyasha scrambled to the edge of the bed, throwing his arms around Sesshoumaru's neck. He had always hated it when Kagome had cried. Seeing his brother's tears was ten times worse. Perhaps his feelings for her had not been love, but something close to it because this hurt him far more. For Sesshoumaru to do such a thing put a crack in Inuyasha's view of the world. This was not right, could not be happening. Sesshoumaru was not weak. It would take something truly monumental to bring the great taiyoukai to his knees. Unaccountably, it had been him, Inuyasha, who had done such a thing. Sesshoumaru's love for Inuyasha had taken the stoic lord down.

 

“You were right, Sesshoumaru. I'm an idiot, a stupid idiot. I love you, okay?” he whispered, though uncertain that this truly was love that he was speaking of. “Don't cry. Please don't cry. Please? I'll live for you, only for you. I swear.”

 

Inuyasha could feel Sesshoumaru trembling against him. Tears wet his neck and Inuyasha drew his face from Sesshoumaru's hair.

 

“I'm sorry…mate,” he murmured as he began to lick the tears from Sesshoumaru's cheek. “I trust you now. I'll be your mate. Please stop crying, please,” he begged, continuing to tenderly lick away the tears.

 

Sesshoumaru's arms slid around Inuyasha's waist while he closed his eyes. He had always desired things, wanted things. Never having realized his desire for Inuyasha, and now the need beyond measure to have him, should have caused Sesshoumaru to perform a reality check. The only problem was that Sesshoumaru would never consider his self insane. For whatever odd reason, he wanted Inuyasha, and Inuyasha had the power to deny him. No one had ever held this power over him.

 

“Do not toy with my heart, Inuyasha,” muttered Sesshoumaru, unsuccessfully keeping the quiver out of his voice.

 

“I'm not, Sesshoumaru. I'm not.” Inuyasha tugged Sesshoumaru and coaxed him back into the bed. Lying on their sides facing, each other, Inuyasha tried to reassure him. “I won't leave you. I promise,” he swore while gazing into the vulnerable eyes of his lover.

 

Sesshoumaru closed his eyes at the tender caresses of Inuyasha's fingers. They brushed the dampened hair away from his face and he let out a jagged sigh. He had been alone for so many centuries. To lose what he had so suddenly gained was incomprehensible. It was a foreign concept, one which had him falling into uncertainty. He had been cast adrift in unfamiliar territory and felt lost as he had never been before. Inuyasha was his lifeline, his anchor in this strange storm of emotions.

 

The fact that he felt weak and was dependent on Inuyasha chafed and that was one emotion that was familiar. He didn't want to ruin everything with that emotion. It always led to destruction.

 

“Say it again, Inuyasha. Tell me you love me,” Sesshoumaru whispered. Perhaps Inuyasha's voice could chase away the arrogant beast, threatening to break free and punish Inuyasha for causing such a display of weakness.

 

“I love you. I always will,” Inuyasha whispered, leaning forward and gently placing his lips to Sesshoumaru's. He gave only the barest of touches.

 

Tenderness whispered across Sesshoumaru's lips. The beast slithered off into the darkness and fresh tears fell from the corners of Sesshoumaru's eyes. Renewed hope swelled within his chest. Thankful for the sudden relief, he traced his tongue along soft, succulent, and smooth the curve of silken lips. Whispers of love, adoration, and loyalty warmed Sesshoumaru's ear while long clawed fingers ran through his hair. Drowning in the taste of his mate, he stood outside of time and space. Only he and Inuyasha existed in this shared, fractured moment. It never occurred to him that it was Inuyasha's human blood, tainting the half-breed's veins, that allowed for such sweet words of comfort.

 

Inuyasha had never before seen his brother so wounded, never thought it was possible for the stone-cold heart of Sesshoumaru to crumble. At one time, the sight would have been fulfilling. Now, however, it hurt him deeply and that was when he knew. In some form or fashion, he loved Sesshoumaru and never wanted to see that expression again. Towering confidence was the key to his lover's beauty and he would shore up the crack in Sesshoumaru's armor, filling it with what love he had left to give. Their war was over and it was time to move forward. It was time to open the gates that had always been so tightly shut. He could do this. He could love his lonely brother. He only hoped he wasn't lying to himself because he needed it just as much.

 

“Mate, lover, brother; I will be all those things and more for you, Sesshoumaru,” murmured Inuyasha into his lover's ear.

 

“Swear it on your honor, Inuyasha,” insisted Sesshoumaru.

 

“I swear. My word is my bond,” Inuyasha breathed against Sesshoumaru's lips while he brushed them with a feather-light kiss.

 

That was what Sesshoumaru needed to hear. An official promissory vow provided the security he needed. This oath, the Lord of the Western Lands understood. It was a commitment as solid as stone. With renewed desire, Sesshoumaru raped Inuyasha's lips. He plunged his tongue into the hot wet confines and explored every inch. Blood raged out of control, flames licked at his neck and cheeks.

 

“If you break your promise, I will take great pleasure in striking you dead,” Sesshoumaru growled into Inuyasha's mouth, though he knew the promise was unnecessary.

 

Inuyasha answered with fists in Sesshoumaru's hair and drew Sesshoumaru back into a searing, nearly bruising kiss. His brother needed this, craved affection.

 

Sesshoumaru drowned in Inuyasha, in his scent, his taste, in the heat coursing through the soft skin covering taut muscles. A growl erupted from his chest as he rolled, pinning Inuyasha beneath him. Passion rose, urging him to wrap his legs around Inuyasha's thighs. He took Inuyasha in a crushing embrace.

 

The words Sesshoumaru spoke resounded within Inuyasha's chest, not as a threat to be wary of, but an expression of love and devotion. To be so desired, so wanted! Never in his life had love been offered so fervently. In a heartbeat, his world had changed. He could not have asked for more.

 

`There's no going back now. Everyone else can go to hell. I belong to Sesshoumaru and no one will ever take me from him. He won't let them.'

 

He was safe, wrapped in a blanket of possessive protection. He would please his mate; show him what love could be. Through these emotions, Sesshoumaru's actions were not lost on Inuyasha. He arched his back into the hard body above him and felt Sesshoumaru stiffen against him. He pressed his hips up and ground into his mate's aroused member. Fangs nipped at his neck and a hissing growl swept into his downy ears. Becoming caught up in the euphoria of this new, solid commitment, Inuyasha answered with a low rumble in his chest.

 

While suckling Inuyasha's ear, Sesshoumaru shoved his hips forward, pushing Inuyasha up the sheets. The long, white mane was tugged until Inuyasha's chin tipped up into Sesshoumaru's chest. Sesshoumaru stopped suckling on Inuyasha's sensitive ears and drew himself back down, closing his eyes and groaning at the feel of Inuyasha's stiff member sliding alongside his own.

 

“Oh gods, Sesshoumaru! Don't stop, please don't stop,” gasped Inuyasha as his body quivered beneath his lover.

 

Sesshoumaru had unknowingly exploited a very sensitive vulnerability. If there had ever been a reason to avoid physical contact with his ears, it would have been that pleasurable touches would have been addictive. Inuyasha's body went slack, his body quivering, gasping for air, blinded by pleasure when Sesshoumaru's tongue tenderly lathed the length of the soft inner flaps. A vibrating growl only added to his heightening arousal.

 

“Nnng,” mewled Inuyasha while raising his hips, neck arching. “Aaaaah!” he cried out as Sesshoumaru's tongue attacked his ears in a furious frenzy.

 

Sesshoumaru was drowning in the fiercely enthusiastic responses of his mate. Skin to skin, the writhing of the mass of heated flesh beneath him was torture beyond reason. It was quickly driving him to distraction. The only way to calm his overly sensitized body was to entirely focus his attentions on his mate's pleasure. Easier said than done. His mate's responses were so alluring that they were impossible to ignore.

 

In an attempt to breathe before he fainted from the intense sensations, Inuyasha shook his head and nudged his lover's chest. Sesshoumaru threw his head back and his long, silver mane showered around them a shimmering curtain. Inuyasha was awed by the beautiful creature that now belonged to him.

 

Sesshoumaru shook from the strain of containing his need. Grinding against Inuyasha's hardened shaft, which was slicked by the juices seeping from both of their throbbing members, gave him no relief. Now that there was nothing stopping them from moving forward with this relationship, Sesshoumaru was finding it almost impossible to avoid immediately indulging his desire for satisfaction. Patience would not allow him to dive into that waiting, hot body and to take exactly what he wanted.

 

Inuyasha gazed up into the flushed face of his brother and ran his long, clawed fingers over the rippling muscles of his lover's arms. They were hard and firm, yet covered with skin that was as smooth as velvet. Abruptly, his body was shoved up along the black satin sheets. It was obvious from Sesshoumaru's heaving breaths that he was becoming lost in desire. Hoping to push Sesshoumaru toward the edge of release, Inuyasha rose up on his elbows and attacked the pink bud of Sesshoumaru's hardened right nipple. He heard a hiss when he suckled hard at the pebbled bud. Fascinated by Sesshoumaru's trembling reaction, he continued to nip and tug until he heard a growl rip through the air around him. Encouraged by the shudders that wracked Sesshoumaru's body, he attacked the other bud with renewed ferocity.

 

Inuyasha wanted to bring his lover the same blinding pleasure he had experienced when Sesshoumaru had teased his ears and knew this wouldn't even come close to mirroring that tingling excitement. It was time to try something else. Grabbing his brother's hips, he shoved Sesshoumaru to the side and rolled atop him while growling against his neck. Bucking hips that were hefting him into the air had to be restrained and he used the new positioning of his hands to do so. The inadvertent scratches seemed to increase Sesshoumaru's arousal. He was practically out of control.

 

Sesshoumaru's chest heaved while his body shuddered at his lover's new attentions. Rolling his head to the side, he invited Inuyasha to take everything that he was. He was not disappointed.

 

Inuyasha trailed languid kisses up Sesshoumaru's neck, behind his ear, nipping and licking the edges, then slid back down to skate his tongue along Sesshoumaru's jaw while making his way to the other side of Sesshoumaru's neck. Pleased when he had been given full access to the other side of Sesshoumaru's neck, he started licking and suckling his way up the pale column. Sesshoumaru's impassioned responses only heightened his desire. Growling his growing thirst for that pinnacle of completion, he latched onto Sesshoumaru's neck, vibrating the milky, pale flesh as he gnawed and sucked at the skin.

 

“Brother,” Sesshoumaru groaned, shuddering at the vibration against his flesh.

 

Inuyasha growled again, biting down harder, releasing only after the tips of his fangs drew blood. When Sesshoumaru grasped his ass and ground into him, Inuyasha made no indication that he'd noticed. He continued to nip, lick, and drag his tongue, lips and teeth along Sesshoumaru's smooth skin. Down Sesshoumaru's neck, across his collarbone and chest, around the stiff pink buds rising from the rippling plane, Inuyasha's mouth performed superb maneuvers. Sesshoumaru gasped and arched his neck and back while Inuyasha continued down his abdomen. Amused that he could bring such a rise out of his lover, Inuyasha grinned into Sesshoumaru's quivering belly.

 

`I will make you cry out as you did to me,' Inuyasha mused with satisfaction.

 

Unexpectedly, Inuyasha moved backward, trailing his tongue down the passage of Sesshoumaru's abdomen. As Inuyasha swept his heated breath along the length of Sesshoumaru's throbbing member, the great taiyoukai became lost under the waft of hot, dewy breeze.

 

Inuyasha had barely touched the base of Sesshoumaru's shaft with the tip of his tongue when Sesshoumaru's hips and legs gave a twitch. Relishing the shudder in the body beneath him, Inuyasha sought more of those tantalizing responses. Trailing his tongue the length of the shaft to the tip, he swirled his tongue and lapped up their combined salty fluid.

 

“Inuyasha! Please!” Sesshoumaru begged, though he doubted Inuyasha would give him nothing but sweet torture and he was more than willing to endure it.

 

At Inuyasha's gentle kisses along his thighs, Sesshoumaru spread his legs and watched through the haze of lidded eyes while Inuyasha closed his. Sesshoumaru reached down and combed Inuyasha's hair away then fell back into the bed when that wet heat blazed a scorching path along the crease of his thigh. The slick appendage journeyed beneath his hardened balls then skated upward to the base of his shaft then further up along his shaft. Heat scorched his blood and he felt as though his skin would split open. His cock ached to the point of near pain. Though he needed to be inside of Inuyasha, he also wanted to experience what his brother was willing to give him.

 

Inuyasha was content to spend as much time as he needed to draw cries from his lover. Careful of his fangs, he licked and suckled between Sesshoumaru's thighs and grinned at the hiss escaping Sesshoumaru's lips. He trailed his tongue up the hardened shaft, pausing here and there to suckle the silky, smooth skin that was drawn taut by the generous flow of blood.

 

There was something to be said for ministering to your mate. Watching the marked, white god writhe under the flames of desire truly was a sight to behold. Shuddering and gasping in sheer wanton lust takes the giver along for the ride, not to be left behind. Fluid flowed from the tip of his swollen, stiff and aching cock.

 

Sesshoumaru gazed down to meet the smiling golden eyes of his beloved mate.

 

“Inuyasha,” he murmured, reaching down and gathering the white mane in his large hands then pulling it to the side.

 

“For you,” whispered Inuyasha before taking Sesshoumaru's hardened shaft into his hands. Swirling his tongue around the tip and diving down, he plunged Sesshoumaru's member as deep as possible into the hot, wet confines of his throat.

 

“Rrrraaa!” roared the growl turned to a howl. It resounded off the walls while Sesshoumaru's fangs and claws lengthened.

 

“More,” he panted, pulling Inuyasha's head up by the long white mane, trembling at the renewed friction.

 

Inuyasha sank back down, feeling Sesshoumaru lift his hips in an effort to speed the pace.

 

“Mmm.” Inuyasha's moan tickled Sesshoumaru's arousal, eliciting a groan.

 

When Inuyasha set a tortuous, slow pace and stopped occasionally to swirl his tongue around the tip of Sesshoumaru's shaft, flames shot from Sesshoumaru's groin and through his ever coiling abdomen. Sesshoumaru's eyes rolled back beneath the shuttered lids while Inuyasha ran the tip of the shaft along the curve of his lips and caressed his face with that satin skin while he relished the joy of his mate.

 

“Ah!” Sesshoumaru cried out in surprise when Inuyasha dove back down on him and simultaneously massaged his balls.

 

“Enough, Inuyasha!” growled Sesshoumaru, panting after taking as much torture as possible.

 

Sesshoumaru grabbed him from under his arms, lifting him up to capture his lips. Not only was the porcelain skin of Sesshoumaru's face tinged crimson, but his eyes were two glowing rubies. Holding Inuyasha's face between his strong, clawed fingers, Sesshoumaru devoured his lips. The tingling in Inuyasha's chest reached out to Sesshoumaru, entering his body in the form of quivering mewls. The searing white light of ecstasy's oblivion crept toward the two lovers who were lost in the burning flames of passion.

 

Suddenly, Inuyasha found himself on his belly with Sesshoumaru pulling him onto all fours by his hips. Upon feeling Sesshoumaru's shaft, swollen by heated blood, sliding up and down in the valley between his muscular globes, he gasped and rocked back into Sesshoumaru groin. Sesshoumaru rocked with him, teasing and wetting their flesh in preparation. The new position sent burning blood rushing to Inuyasha's neck, face, and ears.

 

“Sesshoumaru, please,” whined Inuyasha, throwing his head up and pressing back into his lover's groin.

 

Sesshoumaru's chest rumbled with the growl rising from his belly as he pulled back to bring the tip of his dripping shaft to settle in front of Inuyasha's tight entrance. He teased and prodded as he slowly pressed forward.

 

“Sesshoumaru!” Inuyasha rumbled.

 

Sesshoumaru smirked while leaning over and latching his fangs onto Inuyasha's neck. His reward was the melody of a deep gutteral moan.

 

“Please, please,” Inuyasha pleaded.

 

Between the torture of Sesshoumaru that had aroused Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru's current teasing, Inuyasha had been reduced wondrous tearful whimpering.

 

“Ah!” Inuyasha's scream echoed throughout the chamber, his eyes wide when Sesshoumaru thrust and simultaneously buried his fangs in Inuyasha's neck.

 

“Damn you, Sesshoumaru,” he moaned, nearly buckling under the pain and pleasure.

 

Inuyasha's cries only encouraged the beast above him. Sesshoumaru thrust again, hard. Inuyasha screamed and trembled, causing the demon to strengthen the grip on his neck. Sesshoumaru growled and drew back for another thrust.

 

“Sesshoumaru,” Inuyasha cooed, trying to sooth the savage beast. “Sesshoumaru.”

 

The jaws gripping Inuyasha's neck relaxed and the fangs withdrew. Inuyasha drew a jagged breath when Sesshoumaru tenderly lapped at the punctures. A sigh of relief escaped Inuyasha's lips when Sesshoumaru gently buried himself into Inuyasha's body.

 

Inuyasha allowed himself to sink to his forearms while Sesshoumaru made slow, gentle love to him. He rocked back and forth in the rhythm and pace set by his lover. Long fingers wrapped around his erection, stroking and massaging with one long finger swirling patterns over the tip. Soon he could feel the pulse of burning blood coursing through the length that was buried inside of him.

 

Marveling at the porcelain beauty of Inuyasha's muscular back, Sesshoumaru feathered kisses across the white expanse, savoring the strength as Inuyasha's corded muscles shifted to meet him. Inuyasha's slender waist was so small that he could nearly encompass it with both hands. From rippling shoulders, the beautiful, long white mane trailed onto the bed in scattered waves across the sheets.

 

“Inuyasha,” he whispered, slightly increasing the pace.

 

“Mm?” Inuyasha gave a reply that was muffled through his face that was still pressed into the bed.

 

“I love you,” murmured Sesshoumaru, strengthening his thrusts and quickening his pace.

 

Those three words had his arousal throbbing with need. Burying his face further into the sheets, Inuyasha dropped his shoulders to the bed and moaned.

 

Sesshoumaru pressed one hand down on Inuyasha's hips while his other pumped Inuyasha's shaft.

 

“You are mine,” rumbled Sesshoumaru as he took his mate hard and fast, bringing both to the crest of violent eruption.

 

“Sesshoumaru!” Inuyasha cried out and threw his head back to feather his hair across Sesshoumaru's face when he rose to his hands and arched his back. “Aaah!”

 

Inuyasha clenched his eyes shut. The walls blurred and faded. The passionate filling of his body by his brother pushed him over the edge. His body jolted and quaked as his muscles clenched and convulsed, shooting his seed over his brother's fingers and onto his abdomen and chest.

 

Sesshoumaru groaned as Inuyasha's confines clenched and relaxed around his shaft, gripping him in waves. From his lover's climax, wet, warmth covered his hand, drawing him along. With the pull of Inuyasha's body sucking his seed from his shaft, Sesshoumaru lurched forward and barely caught himself with one hand against the bed. Sheathing himself as far as he possibly could, he gave Inuyasha everything he was. Finally, he released his pent up love and having granted it, was given the freedom of its acceptance.

 

Frozen in place, they struggled to breathe until the torrent of passion had washed over them then gradually calmed to gentle waves. Inuyasha collapsed, taking Sesshoumaru with him.

 

“Are you alright?” asked Sesshoumaru, nuzzling Inuyasha's cheek.

 

“My ass…hurts…prick,” smirked Inuyasha.

 

“Is that all?” Sesshoumaru chuckled.

 

“No. You're a pain in the neck, too.”

 

Sesshoumaru laughed. He actually laughed. Inuyasha grinned as Sesshoumaru rolled them to their sides and pulled Inuyasha against him. Inuyasha basked in this newfound love while he was caressed from his cheeks down the length of his body.

 

“Thank you, Sesshoumaru,” he sighed.

 

“For what, mate?” Sesshoumaru quietly asked.

 

Inuyasha sighed and paused, not quite knowing how to put his feelings into words.

 

“For…loving…and accepting me for what I am, Sesshoumaru,” he murmured, resting his lips against the arm stretched out beneath his head.

 

Sesshoumaru's grin faded as he leaned forward to brush his lips across Inuyasha's cheek.

 

“And, you love me?” Sesshoumaru questioned.

 

“Of course.” Those words came hesitant as he believed there would always be that moment when his heart would be stomped to a bloody pulp. It was a fearful love, not truly clinging to his mind and heart.

 

“Then say it, Inuyasha,” whispered Sesshoumaru against Inuyasha's ear. From Inuyasha's hesitation, doubt lingered.

 

Inuyasha shifted his shoulders and turned his face up to gaze into his brother's seeking golden eyes.

 

“I love you, Sesshoumaru,” he whispered, accepting the lips that hovered, waiting above his.

 

Sesshoumaru brushed his lips across Inuyasha's plump flesh then came down to nibble and tug at the next pass. Inuyasha tipped his chin up, inviting Sesshoumaru to deepen the kiss.

 

Their new relationship sealed, the two lovers enjoyed a long languid kiss, savoring the shared taste of the passion each had for the other.

 

“You're welcome,” Sesshoumaru murmured.

 

Inuyasha smiled against Sesshoumaru's lips. “Arrogant bastard.”

 

“Always, Inuyasha. Always.”

 

 

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To all of my lovely readers, raters,and reviewers, I love you all

 

Reviewer Responses

 

 

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Gen50

So glad that you are enjoying it. There has been some heavy duty description addition. Their behavior didn't make sense. Don't worry, they'll soon be their stubborn selves again. Thanks for the awesome scores! And, it is cool that you are anticipation events that you've already read. ^_^ Hope you don't have to wait so long next time.

 

Nikkie23534

I remember you, too! So glad that you still like it. Sorry it took so long. Real life can be a bitch sometimes.

 

Lost sasuke loves Itachi

Ouch, sorry I didn't help to fill your summer. Maybe I can fill some of the slow time during the holidays. Thanks for reading. Glad you likie. How did the trip go?

 

Polka Dot

I did write this under the pen name Hanyou Slave. Keh, couldn't have my daughter find out that I was writing yoai! Well, I've been found out so everything is being consolidated under `Snowfall'. Hope you end up liking it. ^_^

 

Tai-san

Oooh, thanks for the great scores. Ah! Hope you're `happy, happy, joy, joy' now that the boys have made a commitment. Doesn't mean that their relationship is going to be as smooth as ice cream though!

 

Ladytokyou

I hope that you like the edit and beta job. It really needed it! Thanks for the great scores and for reading a second time around. Sorry, it's taking so long. Way too many fics to edit. *wipes sweat from brow*

 

Ahsayuni2000

Thanks for the great scores and for enjoying the fic. This is an edit of an old one. So sorry it took so long. I'll try to do better! I swear! Thanks for reading and reviewing!

 

 

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Disclaimer:

 

Inuyasha and all associated characters are owned by Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I make no profit from this story, nor do I intend to. My only goal is to occupy my demented mind with delusions of actually owning a life-sized, anatomically correct Sesshoumaru.