InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Feni's Ficlets ❯ The Question ( Chapter 5 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or Sesshomaru (and I'm sure they're thanking their lucky stars for that small mercy).

A/N: Warning. Implied Inu-cest. Do not read if that idea alone squicks you out. Inspired by a Mir/Inu bad!fic written by the bodacious Empatheia.

Also posted on Live Journal June 14, 2006.

The Question

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Damn, that hurt.

Inuyasha winced, and tried to roll over, but he was held immobile. Shit; still can't move…

He lifted his head as high as he could to survey the churned-up clearing. Pieces of torn-open armour, shredded clothing of various colours, smears of blood…the predictable result of an encounter with his charming brother. Eating dirt, as usual…fuck.

Working his arms out from underneath his body, he propped his chin on his fist, and contemplated a number of things. Finally, like a spell being lifted, the weight removed itself from his back…and then fangs nibbled on his right ear until he flattened it into his hair.

“Thinking, dear brother? That's not your usual style…” The cool tones were gently amused.

“Keh. Just wondering something…”

A long tongue swirled down the side of his neck and across his shoulder, leaving goose bumps in its wake. “And that would be…?”

Inuyasha managed to wave at the wreckage scattered around the clearing before his brain completely turned into a mushy puddle of desire.

“Why the hell do they call it foreplay?”