InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ For the Honour of My Family ❯ Chapter Six ( Chapter 6 )

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

Four sets of eyes - the taijiya's brown, the miko's grey, the houshi's blue and the kitsune's green - gazed angrily at him. Their forms were rigid, their ire coming off of them in waves. They even had the gall to look indignant, as if he had committed some kind of horrible crime, though on some level, he probably had. Kidnapping was a crime and he had taken his brother against his will, albeit for a good cause. Still, they were on his lands and in his ancestral home. A show of respect was in order. Only the neko, who remained her kitten form, was calm, her sunny eyes filled with curiosity.

“Where is Inuyasha?” the miko finally demanded, her eyes flashing angrily. Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow at her. Her determination was admirable and her powers were great, but this was his home. If anyone had the right to be making demands, it was him.

“Who are you to make demands in my home, while on my lands?” he inquired coolly. “Or have you forgotten your status, girl?”

Her cheeks flushed a bright, angry red and her hands clenched tightly at her sides. Still, her gaze never wavered as she spoke.

“You had no right to take Inuyasha from us . . .”

“On the contrary,” Sesshomaru interjected. “I had every right. Inuyasha is a part of my clan. Until he reaches a certain age, he is my ward, as decreed by our father and his mother. As he hasn't come of age, it is my duty to make sure he knows everything that he needs to.”

“What could you possibly teach Inuyasha?” she scoffed. “How to hate? Please. He doesn't need you for anything.”

It took every ounce of self-control that Sesshomaru possessed to not vapourize her on the spot. If it weren't for the fact that his brother so obviously cared for her . . .

“You would be wise to hold your tongue, miko,” he murmured, his tone smoothly dangerous. “Or I may find myself forgetting the promise that I made to Inuyasha not that long ago to not harm you.”

Instantly, she shut her mouth but the anger never left her eyes. Her hands remained clenched. She'd been silenced . . . for the moment. He knew that she wouldn't be mollified until she saw Inuyasha. None of them would be. They wouldn't even leave until they did. He also knew that his brother would want to see the ningens, had already expressed his desire to do so the moment he'd heard that they were there. Still, he felt a certain amount of mistrust, not in Inuyasha - he'd already removed the collar from around the boy's neck and dissipated the barrier the day after his sibling had accepted NatsuMaru's challenge - but in the ningens themselves. He didn't, couldn't, trust them around his brother. With the boy already rising up to NatsuMaru's challenge and the fact that he was now expecting a pup . . . There was simply too much at stake. All it would take would be a single command from the miko to bring his brother down . . . then they could be gone. Sesshomaru was not about to allow it.

`But if they are going to be here then they will live by the rules I've set forth.'

Sesshomaru straightened his back, if it were even possible for him, and, in his usual stoic manner, spoke.

“Very well . . . you may see Inuyasha . . .”

Their eyes lit up, the miko's especially. They were quite pleased with his announcement, but he also knew it wouldn't last. He hadn't finished speaking, after all.

“However, you will not be alone with him. Your visits with Inuyasha will be supervised.”

“Fine,” the miko huffed, crossing her arms. “Whatever. Just take us to see Inuyasha.”

Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow at her, and she immediately looked chagrin. She lowered her gaze.

“Gomen . . . please . . . may we see Inuyasha now?”

Keeping his gaze on her, he replied, “No. Not at this moment.”

“What? Why not?!” she cried out, her eyes snapping to him and becoming wide. Sesshomaru allowed himself a bit of a smirk.

“Because he is busy at this moment and will be quite busy until the evening meal. You shall simply have to wait to see him.”

“But . . .”

“Little miko, my brother is busy,” Sesshomaru intoned, his own ire getting the better of him. “Once it is time for the evening meal, you may see him. Jaken . . .”

“Yes, milord?” The imp stuck his head through a nearby door, his yellow eyes wide.

“Take our . . . guests to my father's old war room. See that they are tended to while they wait for the evening meal. And give them proper clothing. If they are going to be here, they need to be in appropriate attire.”

“Very well, milord. This way . . .”

As the humans got to their feet and followed the toad youkai, Sesshomaru locked eyes with the neko. She let out a soft mewl and nodded towards him before quickly bounding after the ningens. At least Sesshomaru had an understanding with her. He then rose to his feet and dusted himself off . . . not that he really had any dirt on him but that was beside the point. He had an image to uphold, after all.

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“Where are they?”

Sesshomaru raised his head to see his brother standing before him, golden eyes flashing. A hint of worry emanated from his lithe form but the daiyoukai chose to ignore that, instead focusing on the stirring in his belly at the mere sight of his brother.

Once again, his brother wore a simple yet elegant white kimono and hakama made of silk. Leaves of silver and gold embroidery adorned the sleeves. Inuyasha's silvery-white mane had been brushed into a fine sheen and pulled into a topknot once again.

“They're in one of Father's old war rooms,” he murmured, rising to his feet and making his way towards the hanyou. “And they are safe. I did not harm them. I promised you that I wouldn't.”

For a brief moment, relief flickered in his half-sibling's eyes then it was gone. Sesshomaru almost raised an eyebrow at the slight change in his brother. Almost, for normally the hanyou was quite expressive. The last few days had seen similar, smaller changes in the boy, but he'd never be rid of them completely. His human half would see to it.

`Not that I'd want him to change entirely,' Sesshomaru thought, reaching out to touch his brother's cheek. `He's too special . . .'

“I want to see them . . .”

“At the evening meal, otouto,” he murmured, leaning in close to his brother's lips. “I wish for NatsuMaru and myself to be with you while you visit with them.”

“And why's that?”

Golden eyes narrowed dangerously at him but Sesshomaru paid no heed to that. There was no need for him to. He had his brother right where he wanted him, if the truth needed to be told. All he had to do was simply touch the hanyou and the boy would melt against him. That had been proven on more than one occasion. A hand reached out and stroked a velvety smooth cheek.

“Because I do not trust your . . . friends where you are concerned, little brother. I wish for you to stay here and I do not believe they will respect that or your decision to stay here, should you tell them of it.”

“You don't know that,” Inuyasha frowned. “All I have to do is explain it to them . . . you can trust them.”

“No,” he cooed. “I can't. They will never accept it and, therefore, are not to be trusted. You may explain it all you want to them but that doesn't mean they will believe you. Until they prove themselves trustworthy, you will not be alone with them.”

Before Inuyasha could protest any further, Sesshomaru brushed his lips against those of his brother's, silencing him and marveling once more at the sweetness that he found there. A soft moan escaped the boy and his lips parted, allowing Sesshomaru more access to the hot orifice. His fingers danced along his brother's flesh, making their way towards the back of his head and weaving themselves into the boy's hair. Clawed hands grasped his shoulders as Inuyasha pressed his lithe form against his, an obvious sign that the hanyou wanted more. Something Sesshomaru was more than willing to oblige him with.

Inuyasha's arms wrapped around his neck, his hands tangling in Sesshomaru's hair. His lips parted even more for the daiyoukai, and Sesshomaru took the opportunity to plunder the sweetness within. He shoved his tongue into his brother's mouth, sweeping it over fangs and teeth. Inuyasha's tongue rose to meet his, winding itself around his appendage and sucking on it. Sesshomaru smiled into the kiss before deepening it. His arm snaked its way around the boy's waist, pressing Inuyasha even closer to him and causing the boy to practically melt.

After a few moments of the heated kiss, Sesshomaru broke away and drew a deep breath. He knew what he wanted at that moment in time . . . and he would have it, the consequences be damned. Carefully, he released his hold on Inuyasha, earning a frustrated whimper from the hanyou.

“Sessh . . .”

“Not a word, Inuyasha,” he breathed, resting his hands on the boy's chest and locking eyes with the hanyou. “Not a word.”

His fingers hooked into the white kimono and pulled it open, revealing the creamy white flesh underneath. Inuyasha relaxed his grip around Sesshomaru's neck to allow the daiyoukai to push the yukata and kimono off. The clothing hit the floor as Inuyasha pushed open Sesshomaru's kimono. Fingers danced lightly across his flesh, sending delicious little shivers of delight coursing through him. Sesshomaru ran his own fingers down his brother's chest, relishing in how the boy's flesh tightened and shivered against his touch, until they reached the silken fabric of the hakama. They danced to the front, causing Inuyasha's flesh to quiver even more. A quick tug on the obi loosened the fabric and it pooled at his brother's feet. His arms went around Inuyasha's waist once more and lifted the boy up, his lips delivering a bruising yet brief kiss. Somehow, his own hakama slid to the floor and pooled about his ankles. Once he felt bare flesh against his own nakedness, Sesshomaru stepped out of his hakama then sat down on the floor, lotus-style, with Inuyasha in his lap and straddling his length. His brother's shaft, already becoming hard and hot, rubbed against his belly and igniting a fire that would course through his veins with an intensity that could rival Hell itself. Sesshomaru's own member had become rock-hard within the first few seconds he'd taken his brother into his arms. In one swift motion, he buried himself deep within his brother's hot and tight passage, causing the boy to stiffen.

For a moment, neither of them moved. Neither of them dared to even breathe. Their eyes locked as the need to move made itself known. Sesshomaru kept his grip tight around Inuyasha as he thrust in and out of that hot entrance. Claws dug into his shoulders as his pace picked up and became frenzied, sending the sound of flesh slapping together echoing throughout the room. With each thrust, Sesshomaru had to go deeper, deeper than he'd ever gone before. He felt a strange form of desire . . . the desire to mark his brother as his from the inside out and he wouldn't be satisfied until he had. Within moments, his release had been triggered, as had Inuyasha's, and Sesshomaru pulled away. Without a word, they dressed and he watched his brother limp a little out of the room, knowing exactly what had just transpired between them.

`Kami, what have I done?'