InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Following the Call ❯ Following the Call ( Chapter 1 )

Warnings-Yaoi (if you don't know what that is back out now), Inucest, Lemon, and first fanfic (which should definitely be a required warning)

 

Disclaimer- I do not own Inuyasha or anything related to Inuyasha, these are owned by Rumiko Takahashi

 

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The night had been peaceful and all members of the Inu-tachi were sleeping, safe in the knowledge that their guard was protecting them. High in the treetops over the resting humans, the white hanyou watched as his companions slept peacefully. With an envious sigh, he figured he could count on one hand the number of times he's slept soundly since his mother had died--and he'd been orphaned even younger than little Shippou. But he'd never had a protector looking out for him. Noticing a slight twitch from Kirara's ear, he realized that this group seemed to have two guardians. The deceptively tiny cat was feigning sleep curled up against her mistress. With a final sigh, he leaned back into the tree to try to get a little rest, knowing he would awaken if anything so much as came near their little camp.

 

Just as his mind was drifting off, however, his chest began to constrict. Awakening in a near panic, he tried not to lose his balance in the tree as his heart began to flutter and he grew light-headed from the erratic flow of blood to his brain. His chest became warm and his blood began slowly heating as it traveled within his veins, settling into a scorching brand on the back of his neck. Reaching a cool hand to the effected area, Inuyasha suddenly remembered this feeling. It had been so long, since before he'd been awakened from the tree, that he'd almost forgotten it. He was being Called. A glance down showed him that Kirara had uncurled herself from her mistress' side and was now watching him curiously. He caught her gaze, and a silent understanding passed between the two. With a nod and a soft mew, Kirara showed her assent to watch over the sleeping group and, with gravity defying grace, Inuyasha leapt out into the darkened forest.

 

He followed the draw of the Call for only a few minutes but it still managed to draw him leagues from his friends. They would never find him if he didn't return. Nervousness turned to outright fear as he neared the Call's origin and, filled with cold uncertainty, he dropped from the tree canopy, landing right where he knew he should. A glance around told him this was just forest, nothing fancy like a clearing or a riverbank. There wasn't even anything to distinguish this spot from any other that he had just passed. Except that his mate was here, calling out from him. And yet, as he continued to look, he saw no one. There was no one here.

 

He focused his night-vision, calculated the scents, even extended his youki but found no trace of his lover anywhere. Except this was where the draw was from. Uncertainty began to border on panic as he wondered if he had angered his mate, perhaps driven him away. A part of Inuyasha was quite disgusted by this, knowing damn well that he'd done nothing wrong and the older youkai was probably just playing with him. But the diluted youkai blood in his veins was strong enough to override this human reaction and make him hunger for his mate.

 

Preparing to turn once again, he took a step back, hitting something hard and unyielding. For a moment, he wondered how he could have lost track of his surroundings enough to back into a tree. That moment was lost, however, when that `tree' reached around his waist pulling him back against an unarmored chest. A low growl resonated from the older youkai, vibrating though the young hanyou's body. Almost instantly, Inuyasha relaxed into the powerful hold of his mate. The restraining arm relented and the inuhanyou turned to face his lover.

 

He had known this youkai his whole life and yet, while he had grown and matured, the mysterious youkai never changed. The face remained smooth and enigmatic, the dark silver hair remained silken and thick, the ivory body remained hard and sleek, the heart remained cold and unforgiving.

 

The hanyou worked his hands in through the kimonos of his silent lover, tracing the lines across sculpted shoulders and down toned biceps and letting the silk fall off perfect arms. Or should he say arm. The hanyou smirked as he realized that there had been one change in the two centuries that he'd known his brother. Two centuries after his brother had marked him, making the hanyou his possession for all time, the lowly little hanyou had finally managed to mark the elder back. The missing arm was, perhaps, his greatest achievement. He wondered if, in the long run, he'd be more proud of this than restoring the Shikon no Tama. He was quite sure that few, if any, knew of the circumstances behind his brother's amputation but the hanyou was still pretty smug about being the only one in nearly a millennium who managed to best this perfect creature.

 

Inuyasha's thoughts of the past were cut short, however, as his brother's remaining hand fisted the hair at the back of his head and pulled it painfully to the side. Okay, so his brother wasn't the most gentle of lovers. He wasn't about to complain though when sharp wet fangs grazed across the line of his jaw and down his neck, nipping at the soft flesh along his life-sustaining carotid artery. Inuyasha groaned as his ran his own claws down his lover's pale back, scraping away a few layers of skin and exposing newly developed flesh to the cool night air.

 

He didn't notice that the restraining hand had loosened its grasp until the hanyou felt his haori and juban fall way and his hakama pool around his ankles. Now fully exposed to the crisp night air, the hanyou pushed closer to the searing warmth before him. Unexpectedly, his legs were swept out from beneath him and he fell gracelessly to the forest floor. He sent a glare up at his smirking lover as he rubbed his head where it had cracked against an exposed tree root on this not-so-comfortable piece of earth. Before he had a chance to voice his complaints however, his brother's now equally naked body draped over his. As the weight of his brother pushed him into the earth, he tried to ignore the sharp sting and bruising placement of the stones, sticks and other forest debris he was pushed down upon. It was clear that tomorrow he would be stiff and bruised, not that he wouldn't be anyway.

 

All thoughts of his current discomfort fled as his brother wrapped his arm, once again, behind the hanyou's head and pulled back on the white mane. Once the younger boy's neck was fully exposed, the youkai again attacked it with near-deadly force. Both anticipation and fear combined in the inuhanyou who was well aware of the dangers of this predicament. His brother was a fierce and deadly creature who wouldn't hesitate for a heartbeat to tear out the hanyou's throat if he so desired. Yet, Inuyasha was helpless to avoid the position. Resisting would certainly get him killed, and it wasn't as if he didn't enjoy it. If anything, the knowledge of just how close to death he truly was, made the area more sensitive, something the youkai used to his full advantage.

 

Once it was clear that the hanyou would stay in his appointed position, the youkai released his grip. Letting his full weight rest on the smaller boy, he dragged his own deadly claws down the side of his lover, coming to rest on the lightly muscled pelvic bone. Inuyasha began to second-guess his pride at removing the elder's arm as he struggled for breath under the suffocating weight of the heavier youkai above him, yet he couldn't stop the small gasps of pleasure as his brother's only arm snaked between them following the line of his pelvis. Inuyasha ground his arousal into his brother stomach as the hand brushed passed it and he could feel his brother's lips stretch into another smirk as he continued to nip and suck on his neck and collarbone.

 

Those deadly claws raked gently through the soft curls lightly dusting the pouch beneath and, for a few glorious moments, he cupped the sensitive treasure. Gently, he squeezed and massaged the often-neglected jewels and Inuyasha groaned again as he felt his own pre-cum pool on his stomach. When his lover released the sack and began dragging a teasing claw further down, Inuyasha struggled to free his entrapped legs. Once released, he spread them to either side, bringing his knees up to open himself to the older youkai. Sure enough, the talon began scraping and teasing at the sensitive skin behind the hanyou's scrotum and it was all the boy could do not to thrust into his brother's stomach again. Finally, the single claw flicked down over the small opening beneath and the younger boy's body jumped in anticipation.

 

Satisfied with this reaction, the hand retreated--dragging back up the side of his body until it reached the hanyou's face, the elder never ceasing his suckling of the younger's neck and shoulders. Understanding his brother's intentions, Inuyasha quickly lapped at the hand, thoroughly coating the palm and fingers with saliva. Once he was satisfied that the task was complete, the hand disappeared and the older youkai left the highly abused neckline to pull himself up the hanyou's body. Inuyasha gazed up into the pale face now only a breath away from his, barely visible in the dark shadows left by the fading moonlight, and saw almost no expression there. Only the normally cold eyes burned with any kind of passion. He waited impatiently, his blood still burning within him, as his brother stroked himself a few times with the saliva-soaked hand. The hanyou kept his eyes locked onto the deep amber above him even as he felt that arm catch under his knee, bringing it up beside his body, then screamed as his brother pushed inside him with one thrust.

 

As always, the first penetration tore and burned through him. The only preparation he'd ever received was the slight coating of saliva on his brother's member, which was more for the youkai's pleasure than his. Knowing he wouldn't be given much time to adjust, the little hanyou took a few deep breaths and forced himself to relax and, sure enough, only moments after the first thrust the youkai began to move again. Opening his eyes, which had squeezed shut from the pain of the first intrusion, Inuyasha once again locked his gaze onto the golden eyes piercing into him. As his brother withdrew and thrust back in, Inuyasha was sadly relieved to find that his own blood was providing enough lubrication for things to move smoothly allowing his abused muscles to relax further. By the third thrust, his initial pain was all but gone, although the inuhanyou knew he'd be sore and bruised in the morning. And on the fourth thrust, his brother finally hit that spot inside him. Inuyasha refused to break eye contact even as every nerve in his body lit up at one. He did, however, allow himself to cry out as he dug is claws into the pale flesh of his brother's back.

 

Suddenly even more sensitized, his throbbing arousal screamed at him as it was pressed between the two overheated bodies. Slicked by its own pre-cum and their combined sweat, the nerves were relentlessly and painfully stimulated as the two bodies moved against each other.

 

His blood already burning and his body overly sensitized, Inuyasha continued to dig his claws into the back of his lover, trying to force him to move faster, harder. The combined sensations of being filled, his prostate being attacked, his throbbing arousal being stroked was becoming far too much for him to handle. However, the youkai continued with his slow and intense torture, thrusting hard and deep, before withdrawing slowly and deliberately, repeating these actions over and over, building the passion and desire to a level where one would normally erupt, but denying the peace of release.

 

Inuyasha struggled to maintain the elder's gaze, even as he cried out for release, his body burning until his very soul sought completion. The youkai's face didn't change as he slowly began to pick up the pace, each thrust coming slightly faster and harder then the last, until Inuyasha could no longer continue to keep up. Finally, one last thrust against the abused bundle of nerves, one last stroke against his aching arousal and every nerve in Inuyasha's body erupted in a searing blaze of blinding light. His muscles all locked and he threw his head back with one final scream as he found completion. Vaguely, he heard the youkai above him gasp and felt the other's warm release fill his bowels. Yet all this felt very far away, as if in another world as the bright fog filling his vision began to grow dark. He felt his leg being released and his mate's warm body relax above him. After a few minutes, he noticed the cool ground beneath him and those damn rocks which had never stopped jutting into very inconvenient places.

 

He felt the even, if slightly heavy, breathing of his brother along his cheek as he slowly came back to himself. Groaning in protest as he realized that he couldn't breath, Inuyasha attempted to push the heavy youkai off him. For once, the elder relented to his wishes and pulled himself off his smaller lover. The scent of blood and sex hit him hard as the hanyou tried painfully to rise to a sitting position, swiping a hand behind his back to try to dislodge any stones attempting to cling there. He had almost made it up when he felt an arm, once again, wrap around him. He yelped in surprise when he was awkwardly maneuvered into his youkai lover's lap. The elder avoided his questioning gaze as the he settled back against a tree, positioned the boy to lean against his shoulder, and pushed the white head into the crook of his arm in a silent command to sleep.

 

This was new. Ever since he'd learned of the mark and began following the Call, ever since he'd barely left childhood, his lover had always left him immediately. And that was before the dangerously homicidal tendencies his older brother had been displaying recently. Sure, they'd never been close and his brother had always been dangerous to be around, but this whole `Die, Inuyasha' thing was actually kinda new. But then so was Tetsusaiga. As it was, Inuyasha had no doubts that he'd wake up alone in the morning. Then the next day, or the day after that, the youkai in white would appear and once again threaten him and his group.

 

The strength and power that had, so recently, been aimed in passionate carnal activities, would again be attempting to erase him from this land. These few times he spent with his brother, were the closest he came to being family with the cold youkai. And he had no disillusions that the desire was mutual. The mark was entirely one-sided, placed shortly after his father's death when he was still an infant. The indifferent youkai all but owned him, but the reverse was not true. His brother would always be Inuyasha's one and only mate, but the hanyou had no way of knowing how many others the daiyoukai could call.

 

He also had no idea why they had these night meetings. Surely, his brother could call upon some of the most beautiful and powerful demoness' in the land, and probably did. So why he ever took time to spend with the hanyou he'd declared he despised from their very first meeting, Inuyasha never understood. There were rarely any words spoken, and never was anything as intimate as a kiss exchanged. Clearly, these passionate encounters had no emotional significance to the stoic youkai and sometimes that really pissed the hanyou off, but it was beyond his ability to deny the Call. Not that he wanted too. His brother may hate him, but he'd never hated his brother.

 

And at least for tonight, it seemed the youkai was willing to act the part of lover, brother, protector. Knowing the offer wouldn't last long, Inuyasha buried his face into warm chest of his brother and let himself believe that, for once, he could sleep soundly.

 

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A/N-This is actually the very first anything I've ever finished, I was mostly wondering if it was possible for me to write an effective lemon. Please let me know if I've completely missed the mark-unless of course you have a problem with the yaoi/incest part in which case, why did you read this? Please drop me a review. Thanx

 

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