InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Fifty Years ❯ Chapter 1

Fifty years. It had been fifty years since the defeat of Naraku. Fifty years since he was forced into a relationship with his brother. As he looked out upon his lands, Sesshomaru reminisced about the changes his life had taken since Inuyasha defeated Naraku.

 

The hanyou had proven more resourceful than any could imagine, and with the defeat of Naraku and the purification of the Shikon jewel, royal demons from around the country wanted an alliance with the West through Inuyasha. It seemed, all of a sudden, that Sesshomaru's bastard brother was now a hot commodity, and knowing the hanyou, he wouldn't make the right choice for himself or the lands. He would make the choice that was most likely to piss off Sesshomaru, and that was not acceptable. As Sesshomaru had no heir, any child of Inuyasha's would be next in line to rule the Western Lands, and consequently, all the demons of Japan. He could not allow his brother to play with the future of not only their family but also their race. Thinking back on that fateful day, Sesshomaru is certain that he wouldn't do anything differently.

 

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“Inuyasha, we must speak,” Sesshomaru stated, as he entered his brother's chambers.

 

“Yeah, about what, bastard,” the hanyou spat at him, still miffed about the fact that he was forced into this situation in the first place. Inuyasha never wanted to be in the palace—there was nothing for him there. He was a half-breed, an outcast, but suddenly, everyone wanted him. Just because he killed Naraku, he was suddenly a hero and worthy of all their attention. Stupid bastards, the lot of them. He shouldn't have had to do anything for them to accept him, and he sure as hell wasn't falling for their bullshit now.

 

“You know about what, half-breed. You cannot remain unmated. Demons are clamoring for a chance to claim you, and it will be all too easy for one of them to force your hand. You need to make a decision now, or one will be made for you,” Sesshomaru said, glowering at his foolish younger brother.

 

“ I don't care what you think, asshole. I don't want to be bothered with any of this shit, and I damn well don't have to decide something just because you say I do,” Inuyasha snarled.

 

Sesshomaru, tired of his brother's antics, made the decision for him. Crossing the room, he pinned Inuyasha to the wall and forcefully kissed him. He moved so fast that his brother didn't have enough time to react. Inuyasha, for his part, tried his hardest to break Sesshomaru's hold, but it was all in vain. Sesshomaru continued to devour the younger one's lips, forcibly inserting his tongue into Inuyasha's mouth. That one taste of him was enough to make Sesshomaru's blood sing. It took all of his willpower not to take his brother right there against the wall. Ripping his mouth away, Sesshomaru told Inuyasha of his fate.

 

“I told you a decision would be made for you, yet you did not heed me. Tonight, and every night from now on, you will be staying with me, in my chambers, as my mate. I cannot allow your foolishness to bring ruin to this family,” he told Inuyasha as he drug him out of the room to his own.

 

Inuyasha sputtered, unable to come up with a comeback, and tried to break Sesshomaru's iron grip on his wrist, but it was to no avail. Sesshomaru threw open his bedroom door, pulled his brother in, and closed the door behind him. The predatory look in his eyes scared Inuyasha so much that he backed up...right onto the bed. One look at his brother, and Inuyasha knew that he was finished. Red began to seep in his eyes, and before he gave into his lust, Sesshomaru uttered one thing.

 

“Your heat tastes positively delightful.”

 

That was a night that Sesshomaru would never, ever forget. After their initial mating, he took Inuyasha four more times. The hanyou was so sore he couldn't walk for two days. The memory of that time still brings a smile to Sesshomaru's face.