InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ For the Honour of My Family ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )
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By: liana_bluestar 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.25.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 6.7K | Visits: 682 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Drama / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.25.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 6.7K | Visits: 682 | Status: Work In Progress
Sesshomaru inhaled deeply then let his breath out, a tiny smile tugging at the corner of his lips as the first rays of morning light crept into the room. Next to him lay Inuyasha, the boy still sound asleep after the night's excursions. He'd awoken a few times during the night to his half-brother trying to adjust himself to get comfortable, his arm being wrapped around the hanyou's waist and his length buried deeply into Inuyasha. Sesshomaru couldn't blame the boy for wanting to get comfortable but the motions had proven to be . . . quite arousing, and he had woke Inuyasha up each time to take the boy and make him his all over again. Of course, his arm still remained about the half-demon's lithe waist and his length still buried to the hilt in his brother's hot and tight passage, the scent of their couplings still lingering in the air.
`So willing and compliant yet not quite so easy to please,' he thought as he kissed his brother's shoulder. `Why didn't I see it sooner?'
Slowly, and somewhat reluctantly on his part, Sesshomaru pulled away from his brother, the hanyou whimpering at the loss of contact. As much as he would have loved to stay in his brother's bed and claim the boy over and over again, Sesshomaru knew that he couldn't. They both had their own duties to attend to, Sesshomaru to their father's estate and empire and Inuyasha to his studies.
`There's always later,' he promised himself, reaching out to pet one furry ear.
`So willing and compliant yet not quite so easy to please,' he thought as he kissed his brother's shoulder. `Why didn't I see it sooner?'
Slowly, and somewhat reluctantly on his part, Sesshomaru pulled away from his brother, the hanyou whimpering at the loss of contact. As much as he would have loved to stay in his brother's bed and claim the boy over and over again, Sesshomaru knew that he couldn't. They both had their own duties to attend to, Sesshomaru to their father's estate and empire and Inuyasha to his studies.
`There's always later,' he promised himself, reaching out to pet one furry ear.
Before he became too carried away in his actions, Sesshomaru tore himself away from his brother, gathered his clothing and headed for the bath. Now that he had NatsuMaru there to help keep his brother in line, Sesshomaru felt it to be safe for him to start inviting back many of the courtiers that had frequented the place before his brother's arrival. He had some big plans for his brother. Very big plans and they didn't include either of the mikos that his brother seemed to be so fond of.
Before he left the room, he cast a quick glance at his brother and allowed himself a small smile.
`Yes . . . someone more suitable is in order for him. Someone who can appreciate his bloodline.'
Granted, he knew Inuyasha would protest such actions. The boy had grown up wild and accustomed to going where he wanted, when he wanted. Sometimes as needed, especially if he had wanted to survive.
`But that's going to change. That has changed.'
Idly, he scratched at the stump of what used to be his left arm, trying to relieve the strange, tingly sensation that had developed there . . .
* * *
After he had bathed and redressed, Sesshomaru headed for the main dining hall, cramped muscles relaxed and a slight rumbling in his stomach. Taking his brother repeatedly and quite voraciously had certainly worked up his appetite. Sesshomaru couldn't recall ever feeling this hungry after a night of bedding someone. Of course, he couldn't recall a time when he'd desired someone as much as he had his brother. Sesshomaru's tongue flicked out, savouring the sweetness that he found there. Inuyasha's taste still lingered on his lips, and he knew he had to have more. His eyes traveled to his sibling as he sat down across from him, noting his brother's discomfiture as he did so. Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow at him.
“Is there something the matter, Inuyasha?”
The hanyou raised his head and promptly shook it in the negative.
“No. I'm fine.”
Sesshomaru fought back the urge to sigh and the demand that his brother be honest with him. He knew Inuyasha had developed a tendency to downplay the severity of an injury, but he also knew the truth about his brother. Inuyasha hated to be in pain. It was something he had never done well with.
`But his pride will never allow him to admit that he's in pain,' he reasoned. `Father was the same way.'
“Very well,” Sesshomaru murmured. “If you're sure . . .”
“I am,” Inuyasha nodded. “I'm fine.”
They fell silent and waited for the serving girls to bring out the morning meal. As they waited, Sesshomaru decided to take the time to take in his brother's appearance once more.
Like last night, the boy's silvery-white hair had brushed out so that resembled the finest of silks and it had been pulled up into a topknot. The red fire-rat haori and hakama had been set aside once again in favour of royal finery, this time white silk, which hid the finely chiseled and well-sculpted body his brother possessed. Lust began to fire up in Sesshomaru's belly once more but, if there was anything that Sesshomaru took pride in other than his own prowess, it was his own self-control.
`And it isn't like Inuyasha's going to be going anywhere any time soon,' Sesshomaru smirked to himself. `I can taste him again any time that I wish.'
The serving girls entered the room at that moment, interrupting Sesshomaru's musings and bringing in the morning meal. Once more, he scratched idly at the stump of his left arm, the strange, tingling sensation growing . . .
* * *
“What is going on, Shinsei?”
Sesshomaru kept his gaze cool and leveled at the ancient healer as his stump was examined. Throughout the day, the tingling sensation had grown in intensity and had gotten to the point where he couldn't concentrate on the letters that he had wanted to send out.
“Give me a moment, my Lord,” Shinsei, a male with a deep pearly-silvery, smooth stripe on each cheek, murmured.
The healer, an inuyoukai of insurmountable age, had been around the palace for as long as Sesshomaru could remember. Like most inuyoukai, Shinsei had the same silvery hair and golden eyes, though both had paled considerably with time. However, the old healer's wit was as sharp as a blade, and his knowledge was great, far greater than what Sesshomaru could even imagine. He was one of the few remaining of the natural-born healers in the inuyoukai clans. Out of all of the servants in the household, Shinsei was among the select few that Sesshomaru did not want to lose. Despite what he taught to those who came to him, there were still things that couldn't be learned, things that the healer had been born knowing. Once Shinsei was gone, that knowledge would be gone forever.
Sesshomaru managed a mute nod but still didn't avert his gaze from the male who was looking him over. If anything, Sesshomaru had become mildly curious as to what Shinsei was up to. The healer, for the most part, had only sniffed at the stump and quite extensively at that. It was a strange way to examine someone, Sesshomaru felt, but he wasn't about to question the healer. Shinsei knew what he was doing, after all, and had no qualms about smacking the daiyoukai upside the head. He'd watched Shinsei do that to his father once, after the former daiyoukai had greatly angered the healer. Shinsei's anger was a rare thing and something no one wanted to be on the receiving end of, members of the royal family included. Finally, the healer pulled back and shook his head.
“There is nothing I can do about it, my Lord,” the ancient youkai stated. “You'll just have to bear with it until it passes.”
Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow at him, not quite pleased with the answer Shinsei had given him. The healer continued without even a glance at him. Instead, he went to a small niche in the wall and began to pull out flasks and vials filled with various fluids.
“There is nothing you can do about it?”
“Hai, my Lord,” came the nod. “It's been stimulated into growing back. You should have your left arm completely regrown within a fortnight, if not sooner.”
Sesshomaru felt his jaw drop. Unintentionally but it dropped all the same. His arm was growing back?!
“How can that be?” he demanded, after quickly regaining his wits. “You told me that it would take years, if not centuries to completely grow back.”
Shinsei turned to face him, his eyes glinting with amusement and with a bit of mischief. He walked back to the raised table where Sesshomaru sat.
“I know that's what I told you, my Lord. However, things do have a tendency to change. One never knows what life will bring him … especially after one has mated with the person responsible for such a grievous injury.” Shinsei gave him a rather scandalous wink. Of course, being of youkai nature, it wasn't unheard of for siblings to get intimate with each other, often as a way of exploring their own sexuality. In same cases, it was perfectly acceptable for siblings to mate with each other, as long as there was a chance to produce offspring and that it was consensual . . . anything that would keep the family line from fading out completely. However, to hear that Inuyasha had paid a visit to Shinsei . . .
“Inuyasha was in here for that?” Sesshomaru's eyes narrowed as he spoke. His brother had insisted he was fine during the morning meal. If he'd been here after saying that . . .
“Hai, though much against his will, I might add . . . NatsuMaru brought him in here,” Shinsei chuckled.
“NatsuMaru brought him here?”
“Hai,” the healer nodded. “Said he wasn't about to train someone who wouldn't be able to give everything he had into the lessons. Your brother had an interesting time just trying to walk and had some rather choice words for Natsu. Quite an interesting character, he is. Still, I don't dare think of how he endured throughout his lessons until then.”
“What did you give him?” Sesshomaru inquired, mildly curious as to how serious his penetration of his brother had been.
“Just a simple brew to relieve the pain. Everything else just needs to heal. Actually, I wanted to give him a salve but he refused to even let me take a look to see what the problem was. He should have healed more than what he had by the time NatsuMaru brought him in to me,” Shinsei frowned. Then he shook his head. “Must be his human blood slowing his youki down, though I still find it strange . . . unless . . .”
“Unless what?” the daiyoukai prompted automatically. He knew that Shinsei wasn't beating around the bush but if he didn't ask, the thought may never be completed. Shinsei's mind, though sharper than any blade that could be forged, had a tendency to keep interesting things to itself so the healer could mull over things later. It was a trait that Sesshomaru found both very endearing and very annoying.
“It is a rumour, my Lord,” the healer replied. “How true it is, I do not know . . . but it is said that most hanyous are rendered helpless at least once a month. Their youki drains from them, leaving them human, mortal … very vulnerable to any who might wish to harm them. It is the equivalent to a human female's mating cycle for some hanyous. For how long or when, no one knows. It is something a hanyou is not willing to confess, not even to the closest of friends.”
“Izayoi would have known when Inuyasha's night of mortality would be,” Sesshomaru pointed out. To that, Shinsei nodded.
“Hai. She would . . . only because she was Inuyasha's mother. Because she loved him and died for him, it was a secret that she would keep and instill into him to keep it secret. Still, there is something else that no one knows about hanyous, especially male ones, and that, my Lord, is their ability to produce young.”
“Inuyasha can bear children?” Sesshomaru's eyes widened at that.
“Hai . . . but only if he's caught at the right time . . . the night before his youki leaves him and renders him human and only if he has not been intimate with anyone, including females.”
“I see . . .”
Sesshomaru had rumours all throughout his youth about how powerful offspring produced between two males could be. Of course, such offspring were just rumours. He'd seen spider, toad, and frog youkai males mate and produce offspring, and the children were just as normal as the rest of their respective species. He'd even heard of neko and ookami youkai males mating in hopes of producing powerful offspring but failing. Still, if it were possible for male hanyous to reproduce . . .
“Have you seen any male hanyous give birth before, Shinsei?” he inquired suddenly, his eyes landing on the healer.
“Once,” came the answer. “A long time ago, just before the belief about male-produced offspring being powerful began to spread.”
“So it's true? A male can produce powerful offspring?”
“If in the proper situation, yes . . .
“So it was that hanyou who started the rumour then . . .”
“Unintentionally, yes . . . you might want to find out when your brother loses his youki, my Lord. If he isn't healing like he should, he could be very close to losing his youki once a month, like all hanyous do.”
“And if he is?” Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow at him. The healer had just skirted around something, something very important, but what, Sesshomaru couldn't quite place his finger on.
“We'll deal with that if and when the time comes, my Lord but only if and when the time comes.”
* * *
Later that evening, as he sat down to the evening meal, Sesshomaru found himself thinking about Shinsei's words and analyzing last night's activities. There were a few things about that particular session that were now striking Sesshomaru as being odd. Like the slight shift in Inuyasha's scent and in the taste of his blood. The crimson liquid had tasted different from when he'd bitten Inuyasha's lips to when he'd bitten the boy's shoulder. It had become . . . sweeter somehow. Even Inuyasha's seemingly docile behaviour seemed strange to the daiyoukai. It wasn't like Inuyasha to submit to anyone, Sesshomaru himself included.
`Could it be possible that his youki will leave him soon? If so, for how long?'
The thought of having a human Inuyasha in his castle for any length of time disturbed Sesshomaru. With the exception of a precious few, he found most humans to be disgusting creatures, high on morals yet not willing to live up to said morals. A man could rape a woman and never think twice about it. Or he could slaughter an entire village, children included, and never bat an eye about it. While those in his native country weren't nearly as bad those on the mainland, they were still bad enough in Sesshomaru's mind yet they had the audacity to think of themselves as superior beings. They were an uncouth species, in Sesshomaru's mind, and often needed reminding of what their true place was in the world.
Still, if Inuyasha were to turn human for any given length of time, Sesshomaru would endure. He knew that he would. The promise he had made to his father all those centuries ago would guarantee it.
Then there was the possibility that, if he had mated with his brother at just the right time, Inuyasha could be expecting a pup. If that proved to be true, Sesshomaru had no idea as to what he would do. A pup wasn't a responsibility he was ready to take yet. Then there was, what he felt to be, Shinsei's evasiveness on male-produced offspring. The healer knew more than what he was letting on but Sesshomaru didn't dare press him. Shinsei wouldn't hesitate to light into him. If the healer didn't want to answer the question, he wasn't going to answer the question. Healer inuyoukai were not like warrior inuyoukai. They were not born or bound to any given lord. Shinsei reserved the right to leave at any given moment, and Sesshomaru knew he could not afford to lose such a valuable asset to his household.
`But there is a way to find out more,' he mused as he watched Inuyasha enter the room, moving slowly and deliberately, NatsuMaru right behind the hanyou. `There is someone who can give me the information I desire. I just need to send for him.'
He knew where the answers to the rest of his questions lay, in his father's old retainer. Myouga.
* * *
The evening meal was an unusually quiet affair. Inuyasha wolfed his food down as quickly yet neatly as he could then immediately excused himself without actually waiting for Sesshomaru to give him permission. The boy sprinted as fast he could which, given the fact that he'd had a hard time walking and sitting still, was quite fast. Sesshomaru hadn't even had a chance to ask Inuyasha where the old flea might be hiding.
`Strange.'
Curious about his brother's behaviour, though he had a hunch as to what was going on, thanks to Shinsei, Sesshomaru rose to his feet and nodded to the serving girls to clear things away. Like last night, Sesshomaru followed his brother and watched how the boy moved. To Sesshomaru, it appeared as if Inuyasha were fleeing something . . . or someone. Like he had something to hide and didn't want the world to know.
`Sorry, little brother. You're not going to escape me. Not tonight.'
He waited for a few moments while Inuyasha secured himself in his room. Then he entered, his golden gaze sweeping across everything and seeing his brother huddled underneath the fur pelts and blankets.
Before he approached his sibling, Sesshomaru strode over to the window and glanced at the sky, observing as the sun disappeared behind the horizon. The stars were the only lights travelers had to go by. The moon itself had gone into hiding.
With a slight grunt, Sesshomaru drew the tapestries, shutting out the rest of the world. Then his gaze landed once more on the form underneath the blankets. Keeping his pace slow and even, almost to the point of being non-existent, Sesshomaru approached the hanyou, stopping a mere few inches away.
“Tonight's the night you lose your youki.”
The form underneath the blankets stiffened, but Inuyasha didn't reply. Not that Sesshomaru needed him to. His current behaviour was answer enough.
Sesshomaru knelt next to his brother, his hand reaching out and grasping the blankets. Slowly, he uncovered a wealth of silky, black hair . . . and Inuyasha's trembling form. Fear and panic emanated the hanyou. He was vulnerable, and they both knew it. It also drove a cold, hard and undeniable truth into Sesshomaru, Shinsei's words coming back to him.
His brother would be bearing his pup.
`Not necessarily true,' a little voice whispered. `He could have been intimate with someone . . . the strange miko has always shown an interest in him and with her indecent clothing . . .'
The thought trailed off. That little voice had a valid point, after all. His brother could have been intimate with the strange miko at some point. He didn't know everything that Inuyasha had done in between their encounters. For all he knew, his brother wasn't pure anymore.
As he thought about it, the thought of that girl touching his brother the way he had sickened Sesshomaru . . . and enraged him. While he respected her powers as a miko, she was still human and had no right to be touching someone of royal blood. Someone like himself . . . someone like his brother. Gently yet firmly, Sesshomaru grasped his brother's chin and forced the boy to look at him.
“Has anyone touched you?”
Inuyasha's eyes widened, not in alarm or shock, but in confusion.
“Nani?”
“Has anyone touched you?” Sesshomaru repeated, his tone unbelievably cold. He applied a small amount of pressure on Inuyasha's jawline, causing the boy to wince from the pain.
“I don't . . .”
“You do,” Sesshomaru interjected, his anger rising. “You do know what I mean, Inuyasha, and you will answer me. Has that human wench been intimate with you?”
“Intimate?”
With each second that passed, Inuyasha's confusion only grew. Sesshomaru could tell. Inuyasha had always been terrible at lying.
“Hai. Intimate . . .”
For a moment, there was only confusion in those amethyst eyes. Slowly, realization lit them. Before Inuyasha could say anything snide, for he saw that thought forming in the hanyou-turned-human's eyes, Sesshomaru applied more pressure to his chin.
“And I advise you to be honest with me, little brother . . . or that precious little miko of yours will find herself missing her head.”
Inuyasha emitted a growl and his eyes flashed in defiance. But, if there was anything true about his brother, it was his intelligence. He knew that Sesshomaru would kill the girl and not even blink about it. With him being unable to escape, there'd be no way he could protect her. Inuyasha let out a defeated sigh then replied, “No. I've never been intimate with her.”
“Have you been intimate with anyone?”
“No . . .”
Sesshomaru released Inuyasha's chin, shock starting to make its way through his blood. His brother had been a virgin, a true virgin, until last night, when he had come to the boy . . . He'd caught his brother at just the right time. Inuyasha was now expecting and the pup was Sesshomaru's.
Before the shock could completely claim him, Sesshomaru noticed, even in the dim light of the room, the bruises that were starting to form on Inuyasha's jawline. Guilt began to nibble away at him, and he had to do something to make it right.
Before he left the room, he cast a quick glance at his brother and allowed himself a small smile.
`Yes . . . someone more suitable is in order for him. Someone who can appreciate his bloodline.'
Granted, he knew Inuyasha would protest such actions. The boy had grown up wild and accustomed to going where he wanted, when he wanted. Sometimes as needed, especially if he had wanted to survive.
`But that's going to change. That has changed.'
Idly, he scratched at the stump of what used to be his left arm, trying to relieve the strange, tingly sensation that had developed there . . .
* * *
After he had bathed and redressed, Sesshomaru headed for the main dining hall, cramped muscles relaxed and a slight rumbling in his stomach. Taking his brother repeatedly and quite voraciously had certainly worked up his appetite. Sesshomaru couldn't recall ever feeling this hungry after a night of bedding someone. Of course, he couldn't recall a time when he'd desired someone as much as he had his brother. Sesshomaru's tongue flicked out, savouring the sweetness that he found there. Inuyasha's taste still lingered on his lips, and he knew he had to have more. His eyes traveled to his sibling as he sat down across from him, noting his brother's discomfiture as he did so. Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow at him.
“Is there something the matter, Inuyasha?”
The hanyou raised his head and promptly shook it in the negative.
“No. I'm fine.”
Sesshomaru fought back the urge to sigh and the demand that his brother be honest with him. He knew Inuyasha had developed a tendency to downplay the severity of an injury, but he also knew the truth about his brother. Inuyasha hated to be in pain. It was something he had never done well with.
`But his pride will never allow him to admit that he's in pain,' he reasoned. `Father was the same way.'
“Very well,” Sesshomaru murmured. “If you're sure . . .”
“I am,” Inuyasha nodded. “I'm fine.”
They fell silent and waited for the serving girls to bring out the morning meal. As they waited, Sesshomaru decided to take the time to take in his brother's appearance once more.
Like last night, the boy's silvery-white hair had brushed out so that resembled the finest of silks and it had been pulled up into a topknot. The red fire-rat haori and hakama had been set aside once again in favour of royal finery, this time white silk, which hid the finely chiseled and well-sculpted body his brother possessed. Lust began to fire up in Sesshomaru's belly once more but, if there was anything that Sesshomaru took pride in other than his own prowess, it was his own self-control.
`And it isn't like Inuyasha's going to be going anywhere any time soon,' Sesshomaru smirked to himself. `I can taste him again any time that I wish.'
The serving girls entered the room at that moment, interrupting Sesshomaru's musings and bringing in the morning meal. Once more, he scratched idly at the stump of his left arm, the strange, tingling sensation growing . . .
* * *
“What is going on, Shinsei?”
Sesshomaru kept his gaze cool and leveled at the ancient healer as his stump was examined. Throughout the day, the tingling sensation had grown in intensity and had gotten to the point where he couldn't concentrate on the letters that he had wanted to send out.
“Give me a moment, my Lord,” Shinsei, a male with a deep pearly-silvery, smooth stripe on each cheek, murmured.
The healer, an inuyoukai of insurmountable age, had been around the palace for as long as Sesshomaru could remember. Like most inuyoukai, Shinsei had the same silvery hair and golden eyes, though both had paled considerably with time. However, the old healer's wit was as sharp as a blade, and his knowledge was great, far greater than what Sesshomaru could even imagine. He was one of the few remaining of the natural-born healers in the inuyoukai clans. Out of all of the servants in the household, Shinsei was among the select few that Sesshomaru did not want to lose. Despite what he taught to those who came to him, there were still things that couldn't be learned, things that the healer had been born knowing. Once Shinsei was gone, that knowledge would be gone forever.
Sesshomaru managed a mute nod but still didn't avert his gaze from the male who was looking him over. If anything, Sesshomaru had become mildly curious as to what Shinsei was up to. The healer, for the most part, had only sniffed at the stump and quite extensively at that. It was a strange way to examine someone, Sesshomaru felt, but he wasn't about to question the healer. Shinsei knew what he was doing, after all, and had no qualms about smacking the daiyoukai upside the head. He'd watched Shinsei do that to his father once, after the former daiyoukai had greatly angered the healer. Shinsei's anger was a rare thing and something no one wanted to be on the receiving end of, members of the royal family included. Finally, the healer pulled back and shook his head.
“There is nothing I can do about it, my Lord,” the ancient youkai stated. “You'll just have to bear with it until it passes.”
Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow at him, not quite pleased with the answer Shinsei had given him. The healer continued without even a glance at him. Instead, he went to a small niche in the wall and began to pull out flasks and vials filled with various fluids.
“There is nothing you can do about it?”
“Hai, my Lord,” came the nod. “It's been stimulated into growing back. You should have your left arm completely regrown within a fortnight, if not sooner.”
Sesshomaru felt his jaw drop. Unintentionally but it dropped all the same. His arm was growing back?!
“How can that be?” he demanded, after quickly regaining his wits. “You told me that it would take years, if not centuries to completely grow back.”
Shinsei turned to face him, his eyes glinting with amusement and with a bit of mischief. He walked back to the raised table where Sesshomaru sat.
“I know that's what I told you, my Lord. However, things do have a tendency to change. One never knows what life will bring him … especially after one has mated with the person responsible for such a grievous injury.” Shinsei gave him a rather scandalous wink. Of course, being of youkai nature, it wasn't unheard of for siblings to get intimate with each other, often as a way of exploring their own sexuality. In same cases, it was perfectly acceptable for siblings to mate with each other, as long as there was a chance to produce offspring and that it was consensual . . . anything that would keep the family line from fading out completely. However, to hear that Inuyasha had paid a visit to Shinsei . . .
“Inuyasha was in here for that?” Sesshomaru's eyes narrowed as he spoke. His brother had insisted he was fine during the morning meal. If he'd been here after saying that . . .
“Hai, though much against his will, I might add . . . NatsuMaru brought him in here,” Shinsei chuckled.
“NatsuMaru brought him here?”
“Hai,” the healer nodded. “Said he wasn't about to train someone who wouldn't be able to give everything he had into the lessons. Your brother had an interesting time just trying to walk and had some rather choice words for Natsu. Quite an interesting character, he is. Still, I don't dare think of how he endured throughout his lessons until then.”
“What did you give him?” Sesshomaru inquired, mildly curious as to how serious his penetration of his brother had been.
“Just a simple brew to relieve the pain. Everything else just needs to heal. Actually, I wanted to give him a salve but he refused to even let me take a look to see what the problem was. He should have healed more than what he had by the time NatsuMaru brought him in to me,” Shinsei frowned. Then he shook his head. “Must be his human blood slowing his youki down, though I still find it strange . . . unless . . .”
“Unless what?” the daiyoukai prompted automatically. He knew that Shinsei wasn't beating around the bush but if he didn't ask, the thought may never be completed. Shinsei's mind, though sharper than any blade that could be forged, had a tendency to keep interesting things to itself so the healer could mull over things later. It was a trait that Sesshomaru found both very endearing and very annoying.
“It is a rumour, my Lord,” the healer replied. “How true it is, I do not know . . . but it is said that most hanyous are rendered helpless at least once a month. Their youki drains from them, leaving them human, mortal … very vulnerable to any who might wish to harm them. It is the equivalent to a human female's mating cycle for some hanyous. For how long or when, no one knows. It is something a hanyou is not willing to confess, not even to the closest of friends.”
“Izayoi would have known when Inuyasha's night of mortality would be,” Sesshomaru pointed out. To that, Shinsei nodded.
“Hai. She would . . . only because she was Inuyasha's mother. Because she loved him and died for him, it was a secret that she would keep and instill into him to keep it secret. Still, there is something else that no one knows about hanyous, especially male ones, and that, my Lord, is their ability to produce young.”
“Inuyasha can bear children?” Sesshomaru's eyes widened at that.
“Hai . . . but only if he's caught at the right time . . . the night before his youki leaves him and renders him human and only if he has not been intimate with anyone, including females.”
“I see . . .”
Sesshomaru had rumours all throughout his youth about how powerful offspring produced between two males could be. Of course, such offspring were just rumours. He'd seen spider, toad, and frog youkai males mate and produce offspring, and the children were just as normal as the rest of their respective species. He'd even heard of neko and ookami youkai males mating in hopes of producing powerful offspring but failing. Still, if it were possible for male hanyous to reproduce . . .
“Have you seen any male hanyous give birth before, Shinsei?” he inquired suddenly, his eyes landing on the healer.
“Once,” came the answer. “A long time ago, just before the belief about male-produced offspring being powerful began to spread.”
“So it's true? A male can produce powerful offspring?”
“If in the proper situation, yes . . .
“So it was that hanyou who started the rumour then . . .”
“Unintentionally, yes . . . you might want to find out when your brother loses his youki, my Lord. If he isn't healing like he should, he could be very close to losing his youki once a month, like all hanyous do.”
“And if he is?” Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow at him. The healer had just skirted around something, something very important, but what, Sesshomaru couldn't quite place his finger on.
“We'll deal with that if and when the time comes, my Lord but only if and when the time comes.”
* * *
Later that evening, as he sat down to the evening meal, Sesshomaru found himself thinking about Shinsei's words and analyzing last night's activities. There were a few things about that particular session that were now striking Sesshomaru as being odd. Like the slight shift in Inuyasha's scent and in the taste of his blood. The crimson liquid had tasted different from when he'd bitten Inuyasha's lips to when he'd bitten the boy's shoulder. It had become . . . sweeter somehow. Even Inuyasha's seemingly docile behaviour seemed strange to the daiyoukai. It wasn't like Inuyasha to submit to anyone, Sesshomaru himself included.
`Could it be possible that his youki will leave him soon? If so, for how long?'
The thought of having a human Inuyasha in his castle for any length of time disturbed Sesshomaru. With the exception of a precious few, he found most humans to be disgusting creatures, high on morals yet not willing to live up to said morals. A man could rape a woman and never think twice about it. Or he could slaughter an entire village, children included, and never bat an eye about it. While those in his native country weren't nearly as bad those on the mainland, they were still bad enough in Sesshomaru's mind yet they had the audacity to think of themselves as superior beings. They were an uncouth species, in Sesshomaru's mind, and often needed reminding of what their true place was in the world.
Still, if Inuyasha were to turn human for any given length of time, Sesshomaru would endure. He knew that he would. The promise he had made to his father all those centuries ago would guarantee it.
Then there was the possibility that, if he had mated with his brother at just the right time, Inuyasha could be expecting a pup. If that proved to be true, Sesshomaru had no idea as to what he would do. A pup wasn't a responsibility he was ready to take yet. Then there was, what he felt to be, Shinsei's evasiveness on male-produced offspring. The healer knew more than what he was letting on but Sesshomaru didn't dare press him. Shinsei wouldn't hesitate to light into him. If the healer didn't want to answer the question, he wasn't going to answer the question. Healer inuyoukai were not like warrior inuyoukai. They were not born or bound to any given lord. Shinsei reserved the right to leave at any given moment, and Sesshomaru knew he could not afford to lose such a valuable asset to his household.
`But there is a way to find out more,' he mused as he watched Inuyasha enter the room, moving slowly and deliberately, NatsuMaru right behind the hanyou. `There is someone who can give me the information I desire. I just need to send for him.'
He knew where the answers to the rest of his questions lay, in his father's old retainer. Myouga.
* * *
The evening meal was an unusually quiet affair. Inuyasha wolfed his food down as quickly yet neatly as he could then immediately excused himself without actually waiting for Sesshomaru to give him permission. The boy sprinted as fast he could which, given the fact that he'd had a hard time walking and sitting still, was quite fast. Sesshomaru hadn't even had a chance to ask Inuyasha where the old flea might be hiding.
`Strange.'
Curious about his brother's behaviour, though he had a hunch as to what was going on, thanks to Shinsei, Sesshomaru rose to his feet and nodded to the serving girls to clear things away. Like last night, Sesshomaru followed his brother and watched how the boy moved. To Sesshomaru, it appeared as if Inuyasha were fleeing something . . . or someone. Like he had something to hide and didn't want the world to know.
`Sorry, little brother. You're not going to escape me. Not tonight.'
He waited for a few moments while Inuyasha secured himself in his room. Then he entered, his golden gaze sweeping across everything and seeing his brother huddled underneath the fur pelts and blankets.
Before he approached his sibling, Sesshomaru strode over to the window and glanced at the sky, observing as the sun disappeared behind the horizon. The stars were the only lights travelers had to go by. The moon itself had gone into hiding.
With a slight grunt, Sesshomaru drew the tapestries, shutting out the rest of the world. Then his gaze landed once more on the form underneath the blankets. Keeping his pace slow and even, almost to the point of being non-existent, Sesshomaru approached the hanyou, stopping a mere few inches away.
“Tonight's the night you lose your youki.”
The form underneath the blankets stiffened, but Inuyasha didn't reply. Not that Sesshomaru needed him to. His current behaviour was answer enough.
Sesshomaru knelt next to his brother, his hand reaching out and grasping the blankets. Slowly, he uncovered a wealth of silky, black hair . . . and Inuyasha's trembling form. Fear and panic emanated the hanyou. He was vulnerable, and they both knew it. It also drove a cold, hard and undeniable truth into Sesshomaru, Shinsei's words coming back to him.
His brother would be bearing his pup.
`Not necessarily true,' a little voice whispered. `He could have been intimate with someone . . . the strange miko has always shown an interest in him and with her indecent clothing . . .'
The thought trailed off. That little voice had a valid point, after all. His brother could have been intimate with the strange miko at some point. He didn't know everything that Inuyasha had done in between their encounters. For all he knew, his brother wasn't pure anymore.
As he thought about it, the thought of that girl touching his brother the way he had sickened Sesshomaru . . . and enraged him. While he respected her powers as a miko, she was still human and had no right to be touching someone of royal blood. Someone like himself . . . someone like his brother. Gently yet firmly, Sesshomaru grasped his brother's chin and forced the boy to look at him.
“Has anyone touched you?”
Inuyasha's eyes widened, not in alarm or shock, but in confusion.
“Nani?”
“Has anyone touched you?” Sesshomaru repeated, his tone unbelievably cold. He applied a small amount of pressure on Inuyasha's jawline, causing the boy to wince from the pain.
“I don't . . .”
“You do,” Sesshomaru interjected, his anger rising. “You do know what I mean, Inuyasha, and you will answer me. Has that human wench been intimate with you?”
“Intimate?”
With each second that passed, Inuyasha's confusion only grew. Sesshomaru could tell. Inuyasha had always been terrible at lying.
“Hai. Intimate . . .”
For a moment, there was only confusion in those amethyst eyes. Slowly, realization lit them. Before Inuyasha could say anything snide, for he saw that thought forming in the hanyou-turned-human's eyes, Sesshomaru applied more pressure to his chin.
“And I advise you to be honest with me, little brother . . . or that precious little miko of yours will find herself missing her head.”
Inuyasha emitted a growl and his eyes flashed in defiance. But, if there was anything true about his brother, it was his intelligence. He knew that Sesshomaru would kill the girl and not even blink about it. With him being unable to escape, there'd be no way he could protect her. Inuyasha let out a defeated sigh then replied, “No. I've never been intimate with her.”
“Have you been intimate with anyone?”
“No . . .”
Sesshomaru released Inuyasha's chin, shock starting to make its way through his blood. His brother had been a virgin, a true virgin, until last night, when he had come to the boy . . . He'd caught his brother at just the right time. Inuyasha was now expecting and the pup was Sesshomaru's.
Before the shock could completely claim him, Sesshomaru noticed, even in the dim light of the room, the bruises that were starting to form on Inuyasha's jawline. Guilt began to nibble away at him, and he had to do something to make it right.
Instinctively, he leaned in and began to lick where he'd unintentionally hurt his brother. The effect of his licking was not something Sesshomaru had been expecting.
Instead of reacting violently, especially after such somewhat harsh treatment, Inuyasha moaned, his head tilting back. Sesshomaru recognized the sound as being one of pleasure. A light sniff of the air told him that his actions had aroused his brother.
Smirking evilly, he continued to lick the boy's jawbones, nipping on occasion. Nimble fingers made their way into his hair as Inuyasha's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling Sesshomaru closer. Sesshomaru placed his hand on the hanyou's thigh, caressing the quivering flesh underneath the silk and leaning against his brother so that they were both stretched out on the floor.
Using his teeth, Sesshomaru pulled the soft fabric to the side, giving him access to his brother's well-sculpted chest. His hand remained on Inuyasha's thigh, caressing and squeezing, while he wedged one knee in between his brother's legs and gave them a slight nudge. Instantly, they parted and Sesshomaru nestled himself between them, his growing erection pressing into the body underneath him. Once they were both comfortable, Sesshomaru continued to remove his brother's kimono, his tongue lapping at sweetly heated flesh.
“Sessh . . .”
His brother's moan reached his hearing at the same time his tongue had flicked against one of his brother's nipples. Smiling, Sesshomaru repeated the action, reveling in delight as his brother repeated his name. Then he latched onto the hardening bud, suckling on it and nipping at it with vigour.
Inuyasha hissed at his actions and his back arched, his fingers gripping Sesshomaru's hair tightly. The daiyoukai heard as his brother's heart began to race and his breathing became laboured. Sesshomaru snaked his hand from the outside of Inuyasha's thigh to the inside, his fingers gliding lightly across the sensitive area. Inuyasha's hips bucked up as a soft cry escaped him then he began to grind himself against Sesshomaru. The daiyoukai had to fight back a groan at his brother's actions. They were, after all, very arousing and stimulating, and he wanted more of them . . . but in good time. Like last night, he wanted to savour his brother's taste and feel. Using his own hips, Sesshomaru pressed Inuyasha's hips down and limited the boy's actions. A whimper escaped him but Sesshomaru ignored it. Instead, he continued to suckle on the bud between his teeth, working it until it reached a stone-like state. From there, he trailed his tongue to the other nub and repeated the action.
While Sesshomaru suckled on his brother, Inuyasha's grip around his neck lessened as his hands traveled to the daiyoukai's shoulders. Hooking his fingers into the fabric, Inuyasha pulled Sesshomaru's kimono away from his skin, allowing heated flesh to touch heated flesh. His fingers continued to travel down, taking Sesshomaru's clothing with them and sending delicious little shivers throughout the daiyoukai's body.
The light touches from his brother re-ignited the fire that had been smoldering in Sesshomaru's belly all day long. With a slightly feral growl, he abandoned the nub . . . only to catch Inuyasha's lips with his own, his arm snaking around Inuyasha's waist. His fangs grazed against Inuyasha's human teeth while his tongue explored every inch of his brother's mouth and teased the appendage there. It was only when the need for air made itself known that Sesshomaru finally released his brother. Both gasped for breath and their chests heaved, though their lips remained close. Sesshomaru nuzzled him lightly as he slid his hand into Inuyasha's hakama. The hanyou shivered against the touch.
“So responsive,” he murmured. “Must be your human blood, ne?”
Without waiting for an answer, Sesshomaru pushed the hakama down, lifting himself up so he could remove it entirely. Inuyasha followed suit, removing not just his hakama but their yukatas and haoris as well. Once the offending fabrics were out of the way, Sesshomaru settled himself between Inuyasha's legs once more, his shaft growing hard with anticipation. He remembered how tight his brother had been and how delicious it had felt to be buried in his brother's body. Sesshomaru wanted nothing more than to bury himself in the hanyou's body once again but he refrained. They weren't done exploring each other. Not yet.
`We have plenty of time,' he told himself as he latched onto his brother's neck. `Plenty of time.'
As he bit and nibbled on Inuyasha's throat, Sesshomaru brought his hand to the front and grasped Inuyasha's straining member. A bone-melting groan escaped the hanyou as Sesshomaru deftly began to work their shafts in unison. Up and down, stroking and caressing . . . Inuyasha writhed against him in an almost frantic manner as flesh became swollen and hard. Every moan, every thrust against his hand . . . everything about his brother being pressed against him and aroused intoxicated Sesshomaru. He felt light-headed and giddy as he released his brother's flesh and caught his lips once more, abandoning his own length in favour of Inuyasha's member. Hands fisted into his hair as legs hooked into his hips, giving Sesshomaru even more access to his brother. Hips ground against him erotically. A few strokes later, Inuyasha's back arched as his seed spurted into Sesshomaru's hand and against his groin.
Sesshomaru broke away from his brother's lips and released his brother's member, a light smirk on his face. The boy's cheeks were flushed, his lips still parted slightly. Dipping a finger into the hanyou's essence, Sesshomaru reached between them and inserted his finger into his brother's entrance. He was rewarded with a sharp hiss and groan before Inuyasha melted against him. Sesshomaru inserted a second finger, using both in the same scissoring motion to stretch Inuyasha's entrance, and causing Inuyasha to moan and cry out. The boy's head thrashed from side to side, and his breathing became ragged. He dug his nails into Sesshomaru's back as the daiyoukai continued to assault his brother's entrance with only two fingers, whimpering the moment Sesshomaru removed his hand away.
Sesshomaru chuckled as he nuzzled his brother, their lips brushing together.
“You're becoming quite insatiable, little brother,” he whispered huskily, coating his shaft with Inuyasha's essence. Violet orbs gazed at him lustily.
“Your fault,” came the groggy retort. Sesshomaru chuckled once more as he situated himself at the stretched opening. Then his arm wrapped around his brother's lithe waist, his shaft slowly spearing the body next to his. Inuyasha's arms had made their way around Sesshomaru's neck once more and tightened as Sesshomaru penetrated him inch by inch. To distract his brother, Sesshomaru slipped his tongue into Inuyasha's mouth, lightly teasing the boy's own tongue.
Once he had completely buried himself in his brother again, Sesshomaru paused, waiting for Inuyasha to indicate he was ready. As he waited, he relished in the feel of something hot and tight around his length once more. It felt so sinfully delicious. The walls of his brother's passage constricted around his shaft, causing it throb and ache with need. Already, he felt his essence leaking into his brother's body. Inuyasha digging his knees into his sides and thrusting his hips up were all he needed to begin. He withdrew some then slid back in, grinding himself against that hot entity. A moan escaped Inuyasha as he did so, and he relaxed his hold on Sesshomaru's hips. Inuyasha then spread his legs even further and raised his hips to meet Sesshomaru's downward thrust, an open invitation for Sesshomaru to thrust deeper and harder.
Growling out his lust, Sesshomaru reared his hips back at his brother's actions and drove himself in, deeper than what he had ever done before. Inuyasha cried out, his body going limp against him and the muscles wrapped around his aching length constricted and clamped down, nearly sending Sesshomaru over the edge but not quite. The fire that had been ignited within him was not about to be sated that easily and Sesshomaru picked up his pace, thrusting almost frantically into his brother's now-abused hole. What finally triggered his release was his brother's tongue licking his cheek. A surge of pleasure zinged through Sesshomaru, his seed exploding violently into his brother's body. Something warm sprayed against his flesh as he continued to empty himself out.
When it was over, Sesshomaru collapsed against his brother, both of them breathing raggedly. As soon as he had caught his breath, Sesshomaru rolled off his brother, his member limp and soft. The scents of sweat and sex hung heavily in the air and Sesshomaru ventured a glance at his sibling.
Dark hair clung to damp flesh and Inuyasha's flesh glistened with a fine sheen of sweat. His cheeks were flushed and his breathing still heavy, a truly arousing sight to Sesshomaru. He reached his hand out to his brother, cupping a cheek and turning Inuyasha's head so that their eyes met. His brother offered him a tired smile.
“That felt good,” Inuyasha murmured, curling up next to him. “Felt very good . . .”
Sesshomaru allowed himself a small smile as he nuzzled the boy, all thoughts of the future banished for the time being. He just wanted to enjoy the afterglow of his coupling with his brother and possibly explore his body later. Everything else could wait.
`You have no idea, little brother. You have no idea.'
* * *
The next morning, Sesshomaru excused Inuyasha from his studies. The hanyou, despite his weariness from mating, refused to sleep and had kept Sesshomaru up all night in his efforts, mostly by finding ways to arouse the daiyoukai and getting him to take the boy over and over again. If the hanyou had trouble walking the day before, he certainly did more so now. In some of their couplings, Sesshomaru had been less than kind in taking him but then he'd awakened to find Inuyasha molesting him. Not that he blamed Inuyasha for not wanting to go to sleep. He couldn't imagine what it had to be like to lose your youki, even for one night.
Still, their couplings had been pleasurable. Extremely pleasurable. Each orgasm Sesshomaru had was more violent and forceful than the ones before, and he was surprised at how well his brother handled someone thrusting into his ass. And with the way Inuyasha's body melded into his . . . it was almost like they'd been made for each other.
`Is it possible, though?' he mused as he made his way to the study, ignoring the ever-present and growing tingly sensation in his stump. `Is possible Inuyasha and I were meant to mate with each other?'
Instead of reacting violently, especially after such somewhat harsh treatment, Inuyasha moaned, his head tilting back. Sesshomaru recognized the sound as being one of pleasure. A light sniff of the air told him that his actions had aroused his brother.
Smirking evilly, he continued to lick the boy's jawbones, nipping on occasion. Nimble fingers made their way into his hair as Inuyasha's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling Sesshomaru closer. Sesshomaru placed his hand on the hanyou's thigh, caressing the quivering flesh underneath the silk and leaning against his brother so that they were both stretched out on the floor.
Using his teeth, Sesshomaru pulled the soft fabric to the side, giving him access to his brother's well-sculpted chest. His hand remained on Inuyasha's thigh, caressing and squeezing, while he wedged one knee in between his brother's legs and gave them a slight nudge. Instantly, they parted and Sesshomaru nestled himself between them, his growing erection pressing into the body underneath him. Once they were both comfortable, Sesshomaru continued to remove his brother's kimono, his tongue lapping at sweetly heated flesh.
“Sessh . . .”
His brother's moan reached his hearing at the same time his tongue had flicked against one of his brother's nipples. Smiling, Sesshomaru repeated the action, reveling in delight as his brother repeated his name. Then he latched onto the hardening bud, suckling on it and nipping at it with vigour.
Inuyasha hissed at his actions and his back arched, his fingers gripping Sesshomaru's hair tightly. The daiyoukai heard as his brother's heart began to race and his breathing became laboured. Sesshomaru snaked his hand from the outside of Inuyasha's thigh to the inside, his fingers gliding lightly across the sensitive area. Inuyasha's hips bucked up as a soft cry escaped him then he began to grind himself against Sesshomaru. The daiyoukai had to fight back a groan at his brother's actions. They were, after all, very arousing and stimulating, and he wanted more of them . . . but in good time. Like last night, he wanted to savour his brother's taste and feel. Using his own hips, Sesshomaru pressed Inuyasha's hips down and limited the boy's actions. A whimper escaped him but Sesshomaru ignored it. Instead, he continued to suckle on the bud between his teeth, working it until it reached a stone-like state. From there, he trailed his tongue to the other nub and repeated the action.
While Sesshomaru suckled on his brother, Inuyasha's grip around his neck lessened as his hands traveled to the daiyoukai's shoulders. Hooking his fingers into the fabric, Inuyasha pulled Sesshomaru's kimono away from his skin, allowing heated flesh to touch heated flesh. His fingers continued to travel down, taking Sesshomaru's clothing with them and sending delicious little shivers throughout the daiyoukai's body.
The light touches from his brother re-ignited the fire that had been smoldering in Sesshomaru's belly all day long. With a slightly feral growl, he abandoned the nub . . . only to catch Inuyasha's lips with his own, his arm snaking around Inuyasha's waist. His fangs grazed against Inuyasha's human teeth while his tongue explored every inch of his brother's mouth and teased the appendage there. It was only when the need for air made itself known that Sesshomaru finally released his brother. Both gasped for breath and their chests heaved, though their lips remained close. Sesshomaru nuzzled him lightly as he slid his hand into Inuyasha's hakama. The hanyou shivered against the touch.
“So responsive,” he murmured. “Must be your human blood, ne?”
Without waiting for an answer, Sesshomaru pushed the hakama down, lifting himself up so he could remove it entirely. Inuyasha followed suit, removing not just his hakama but their yukatas and haoris as well. Once the offending fabrics were out of the way, Sesshomaru settled himself between Inuyasha's legs once more, his shaft growing hard with anticipation. He remembered how tight his brother had been and how delicious it had felt to be buried in his brother's body. Sesshomaru wanted nothing more than to bury himself in the hanyou's body once again but he refrained. They weren't done exploring each other. Not yet.
`We have plenty of time,' he told himself as he latched onto his brother's neck. `Plenty of time.'
As he bit and nibbled on Inuyasha's throat, Sesshomaru brought his hand to the front and grasped Inuyasha's straining member. A bone-melting groan escaped the hanyou as Sesshomaru deftly began to work their shafts in unison. Up and down, stroking and caressing . . . Inuyasha writhed against him in an almost frantic manner as flesh became swollen and hard. Every moan, every thrust against his hand . . . everything about his brother being pressed against him and aroused intoxicated Sesshomaru. He felt light-headed and giddy as he released his brother's flesh and caught his lips once more, abandoning his own length in favour of Inuyasha's member. Hands fisted into his hair as legs hooked into his hips, giving Sesshomaru even more access to his brother. Hips ground against him erotically. A few strokes later, Inuyasha's back arched as his seed spurted into Sesshomaru's hand and against his groin.
Sesshomaru broke away from his brother's lips and released his brother's member, a light smirk on his face. The boy's cheeks were flushed, his lips still parted slightly. Dipping a finger into the hanyou's essence, Sesshomaru reached between them and inserted his finger into his brother's entrance. He was rewarded with a sharp hiss and groan before Inuyasha melted against him. Sesshomaru inserted a second finger, using both in the same scissoring motion to stretch Inuyasha's entrance, and causing Inuyasha to moan and cry out. The boy's head thrashed from side to side, and his breathing became ragged. He dug his nails into Sesshomaru's back as the daiyoukai continued to assault his brother's entrance with only two fingers, whimpering the moment Sesshomaru removed his hand away.
Sesshomaru chuckled as he nuzzled his brother, their lips brushing together.
“You're becoming quite insatiable, little brother,” he whispered huskily, coating his shaft with Inuyasha's essence. Violet orbs gazed at him lustily.
“Your fault,” came the groggy retort. Sesshomaru chuckled once more as he situated himself at the stretched opening. Then his arm wrapped around his brother's lithe waist, his shaft slowly spearing the body next to his. Inuyasha's arms had made their way around Sesshomaru's neck once more and tightened as Sesshomaru penetrated him inch by inch. To distract his brother, Sesshomaru slipped his tongue into Inuyasha's mouth, lightly teasing the boy's own tongue.
Once he had completely buried himself in his brother again, Sesshomaru paused, waiting for Inuyasha to indicate he was ready. As he waited, he relished in the feel of something hot and tight around his length once more. It felt so sinfully delicious. The walls of his brother's passage constricted around his shaft, causing it throb and ache with need. Already, he felt his essence leaking into his brother's body. Inuyasha digging his knees into his sides and thrusting his hips up were all he needed to begin. He withdrew some then slid back in, grinding himself against that hot entity. A moan escaped Inuyasha as he did so, and he relaxed his hold on Sesshomaru's hips. Inuyasha then spread his legs even further and raised his hips to meet Sesshomaru's downward thrust, an open invitation for Sesshomaru to thrust deeper and harder.
Growling out his lust, Sesshomaru reared his hips back at his brother's actions and drove himself in, deeper than what he had ever done before. Inuyasha cried out, his body going limp against him and the muscles wrapped around his aching length constricted and clamped down, nearly sending Sesshomaru over the edge but not quite. The fire that had been ignited within him was not about to be sated that easily and Sesshomaru picked up his pace, thrusting almost frantically into his brother's now-abused hole. What finally triggered his release was his brother's tongue licking his cheek. A surge of pleasure zinged through Sesshomaru, his seed exploding violently into his brother's body. Something warm sprayed against his flesh as he continued to empty himself out.
When it was over, Sesshomaru collapsed against his brother, both of them breathing raggedly. As soon as he had caught his breath, Sesshomaru rolled off his brother, his member limp and soft. The scents of sweat and sex hung heavily in the air and Sesshomaru ventured a glance at his sibling.
Dark hair clung to damp flesh and Inuyasha's flesh glistened with a fine sheen of sweat. His cheeks were flushed and his breathing still heavy, a truly arousing sight to Sesshomaru. He reached his hand out to his brother, cupping a cheek and turning Inuyasha's head so that their eyes met. His brother offered him a tired smile.
“That felt good,” Inuyasha murmured, curling up next to him. “Felt very good . . .”
Sesshomaru allowed himself a small smile as he nuzzled the boy, all thoughts of the future banished for the time being. He just wanted to enjoy the afterglow of his coupling with his brother and possibly explore his body later. Everything else could wait.
`You have no idea, little brother. You have no idea.'
* * *
The next morning, Sesshomaru excused Inuyasha from his studies. The hanyou, despite his weariness from mating, refused to sleep and had kept Sesshomaru up all night in his efforts, mostly by finding ways to arouse the daiyoukai and getting him to take the boy over and over again. If the hanyou had trouble walking the day before, he certainly did more so now. In some of their couplings, Sesshomaru had been less than kind in taking him but then he'd awakened to find Inuyasha molesting him. Not that he blamed Inuyasha for not wanting to go to sleep. He couldn't imagine what it had to be like to lose your youki, even for one night.
Still, their couplings had been pleasurable. Extremely pleasurable. Each orgasm Sesshomaru had was more violent and forceful than the ones before, and he was surprised at how well his brother handled someone thrusting into his ass. And with the way Inuyasha's body melded into his . . . it was almost like they'd been made for each other.
`Is it possible, though?' he mused as he made his way to the study, ignoring the ever-present and growing tingly sensation in his stump. `Is possible Inuyasha and I were meant to mate with each other?'
He had no answers to his questions but figured he had plenty of time to figure it out. Inuyasha would be with him for quite some time, and it would give him a chance to find out.
As was his wont when he was back in the palace, Sesshomaru immersed himself within the scrolls that made up his father's library and study when he wasn't busy attending to daily matters. His letters to surrounding youkai nobles had been completed yesterday, Sesshomaru utilizing his old calligraphy tutor after Inuyasha's lessons. They were to be sent out today but they would not reveal much to those nobles. After his discussion with Shinsei about him bedding his brother, Sesshomaru felt it to be prudent to not say anything about possibly finding a mate for Inuyasha. There were still too many unanswered questions in Sesshomaru's mind and he wanted to be sure he had as many as he could before making a final decision.
Around the time of the noon meal, Sesshomaru heard someone slip into the study, the sound of a faint hiss cutting through his thoughts. He glanced up to see Inuyasha strolling towards him, hiding as best he could the pain their couplings had given him. Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow at him as the hanyou sat across from him . . . or at least attempted to. Several minutes had passed and Inuyasha still squirmed about. Getting annoyed with the delay in whatever the boy wanted, Sesshomaru reached out and grabbed him, pulling Inuyasha into his lap.
“What is that you want, Inuyasha?”
For a moment, Inuyasha didn't answer. Instead, he reached out and caressed the stump of Sesshomaru's left arm, as if suddenly fascinated by it. Finally, he spoke.
“It's growing back . . .”
“Hai,” Sesshomaru nodded. “It is . . . but that cannot be the reason why you've come in here. What troubles you, little brother?”
“You,” came the mumbled response. “I don't understand why you've brought me or why you've been so nice to me. It's . . . unsettling.”
“Is that so?”
“Hai.”
They fell silent for a few moments more, each lost in his own thoughts. Sesshomaru knew he'd eventually have to tell Inuyasha why he'd brought him home. Not that he truly expected the boy to believe him. Despite Inuyasha's desire to be accepted by him, the hanyou couldn't simply shake off the mistrust he had learned to have of others. It had been ingrained into him and it would take years, if not centuries, to alleviate it. Finally, Sesshomaru broke the silence.
“You wish to know why I've brought you here, ne?”
“Hai,” Inuyasha nodded, his tone quiet and almost subdued. He still sounded exhausted. “I do.”
“I will tell you . . . on one condition.”
“And what's that?” Inuyasha raised his head, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“You tell me where I can find Myouga. I have some questions for him.”
* * *
“Lord Sesshomaru! Lord Sesshomaru!”
The daiyoukai glanced up from his scroll the moment he heard Jaken's high-pitched scream and frowned. It had been a few days since NatsuMaru had arrived to the palace and had begun Inuyasha's fighting lessons . . . and it had been a few days since he had bedded the half-demon and unintentionally impregnated him. Sesshomaru was still waiting to hear if anyone had found the old flea, Myouga, where Inuyasha had said he would be. He wanted his answers and he wanted them soon.
He also knew that Jaken knew better than to disturb him when he was in the middle of something and the imp was normally very good about obeying his orders . . . unless something dire had happened or, in this case, someone had shown up unannounced. Either way, it never boded well for whoever was the reason behind the interruption. For a moment, the only one he could think of that could be the reason behind this interruption was Inuyasha but that, too, seemed farfetched anymore.
`How could it be Inuyasha, though? His courage and bravery has been attacked by NatsuMaru. He isn't going to back down from the challenge. He isn't even going to lapse for a moment. Unless Myouga's been located and is en route . . .'
Sesshomaru had just rose to his feet when the imp burst into the study, panting with sweat beading into his pale yellow eyes.
“Jaken . . . I trust you have a good reason for this interruption.”
“Hai, me lord,” came the quick nod. “It's those humans that follow Inuyasha around . . . they're at the castle gates now, demanding that you release the hanyou to them immediately!”
Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow in amusement. Of course, Jaken had a tendency to exaggerate at times but he had no doubts that the ningens his brother traveled with would want him back. Inuyasha was, after all, the strongest one in the group and the best one for defense. They truly weren't much without the hanyou, in Sesshomaru's eyes.
He glanced at his regenerated arm and smirked. The arm had completely grown back by early morning and it worked well, if not better, than it had before. Inuyasha had been surprised to see it whole once more but had been as equally as delighted as Sesshomaru that it had grown back. Their couplings now would be quite interesting.
`And if Inuyasha was shocked, what will the ningens think?'
Not that he cared but Sesshomaru really wanted to see the expressions on their faces. His smirk grew a little wicked, causing Jaken to tremble in fear.
“Let them in,” he murmured softly, dangerously. “I will deal with them personally.”
Around the time of the noon meal, Sesshomaru heard someone slip into the study, the sound of a faint hiss cutting through his thoughts. He glanced up to see Inuyasha strolling towards him, hiding as best he could the pain their couplings had given him. Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow at him as the hanyou sat across from him . . . or at least attempted to. Several minutes had passed and Inuyasha still squirmed about. Getting annoyed with the delay in whatever the boy wanted, Sesshomaru reached out and grabbed him, pulling Inuyasha into his lap.
“What is that you want, Inuyasha?”
For a moment, Inuyasha didn't answer. Instead, he reached out and caressed the stump of Sesshomaru's left arm, as if suddenly fascinated by it. Finally, he spoke.
“It's growing back . . .”
“Hai,” Sesshomaru nodded. “It is . . . but that cannot be the reason why you've come in here. What troubles you, little brother?”
“You,” came the mumbled response. “I don't understand why you've brought me or why you've been so nice to me. It's . . . unsettling.”
“Is that so?”
“Hai.”
They fell silent for a few moments more, each lost in his own thoughts. Sesshomaru knew he'd eventually have to tell Inuyasha why he'd brought him home. Not that he truly expected the boy to believe him. Despite Inuyasha's desire to be accepted by him, the hanyou couldn't simply shake off the mistrust he had learned to have of others. It had been ingrained into him and it would take years, if not centuries, to alleviate it. Finally, Sesshomaru broke the silence.
“You wish to know why I've brought you here, ne?”
“Hai,” Inuyasha nodded, his tone quiet and almost subdued. He still sounded exhausted. “I do.”
“I will tell you . . . on one condition.”
“And what's that?” Inuyasha raised his head, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.
“You tell me where I can find Myouga. I have some questions for him.”
* * *
“Lord Sesshomaru! Lord Sesshomaru!”
The daiyoukai glanced up from his scroll the moment he heard Jaken's high-pitched scream and frowned. It had been a few days since NatsuMaru had arrived to the palace and had begun Inuyasha's fighting lessons . . . and it had been a few days since he had bedded the half-demon and unintentionally impregnated him. Sesshomaru was still waiting to hear if anyone had found the old flea, Myouga, where Inuyasha had said he would be. He wanted his answers and he wanted them soon.
He also knew that Jaken knew better than to disturb him when he was in the middle of something and the imp was normally very good about obeying his orders . . . unless something dire had happened or, in this case, someone had shown up unannounced. Either way, it never boded well for whoever was the reason behind the interruption. For a moment, the only one he could think of that could be the reason behind this interruption was Inuyasha but that, too, seemed farfetched anymore.
`How could it be Inuyasha, though? His courage and bravery has been attacked by NatsuMaru. He isn't going to back down from the challenge. He isn't even going to lapse for a moment. Unless Myouga's been located and is en route . . .'
Sesshomaru had just rose to his feet when the imp burst into the study, panting with sweat beading into his pale yellow eyes.
“Jaken . . . I trust you have a good reason for this interruption.”
“Hai, me lord,” came the quick nod. “It's those humans that follow Inuyasha around . . . they're at the castle gates now, demanding that you release the hanyou to them immediately!”
Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow in amusement. Of course, Jaken had a tendency to exaggerate at times but he had no doubts that the ningens his brother traveled with would want him back. Inuyasha was, after all, the strongest one in the group and the best one for defense. They truly weren't much without the hanyou, in Sesshomaru's eyes.
He glanced at his regenerated arm and smirked. The arm had completely grown back by early morning and it worked well, if not better, than it had before. Inuyasha had been surprised to see it whole once more but had been as equally as delighted as Sesshomaru that it had grown back. Their couplings now would be quite interesting.
`And if Inuyasha was shocked, what will the ningens think?'
Not that he cared but Sesshomaru really wanted to see the expressions on their faces. His smirk grew a little wicked, causing Jaken to tremble in fear.
“Let them in,” he murmured softly, dangerously. “I will deal with them personally.”