InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Ikemasen no ai ❯ Past ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 4, revision 1.0.4 A/N: Yes, I know, they do not have western pillows in feudal japan. For the sake of the story, please ignore that small detail. Also, in human-equivalent years, Inuyasha is five, and Sesshoumaru is ten, however, that is not how long they have been alive. Youkai age differently.

He leaned his head back against the cave's wall, his hair clung to his sweat-soaked body. Inuyasha had reluctantly left only moments ago, leaving Sesshoumaru to recover on his own. His chest heaved with each breath he took, after catching his breath he wiped the plastered bangs away from his forehead. Breathing his younger brother's name, Sesshoumaru closed his eyes. Inuyasha had come to him for comfort, for affection that quickly led to sex. Great sex, Sesshoumaru couldn't deny that fact, the young hanyou had no idea of the sensations he gave to the taiyoukai. Yet, to Sesshoumaru, the hanyou's attempts meant little anymore, his heart was not in the actions; the soft caresses, the passionate kisses, all of it meant nothing. That was why Inuyasha suffered so. Inuyasha knew that his older brother no longer loved him. The taiyoukai's heart belonged to that of the young human girl, Rin. She was the age he had been when he had first knew love for the hanyou, passionate, romantic love. Sesshoumaru swallowed hard and lowered himself to the cave's floor, the only thing hiding his nakedness from the rest of the world was his fur. The soft fluff placed just below his hips, one hand on his stomach while the other hand served as a sort of pillow against the cave's hard floor. He closed his eyes, his thoughts drifting to years before when his mind swam with guilt at the thought of touching his younger brother… As he felt now, with his Rin.

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Rain drops trickled down the window of his bedroom. Sesshoumaru's golden eyes popped open; he couldn't sleep. It wasn't because of the storm nor was it the fact that his mother had declared she was never coming back to see him. He couldn't get his half brother out of his mind, his imagination going wild. Since the day Inuyasha was born, Sesshoumaru loved him, he loved him more then anything in the world. Inuyasha… Was beautiful in every way. Sesshoumaru kept these feelings to himself of course, he could never let anyone know that he actually loved a dirty hanyou. He winced, no… His beautiful little brother wasn't dirty… Never. Sesshoumaru didn't understand why other youkai said those things.

He sighed and rolled over. It was getting late. A bright flash of lightning and a crash of thunder echoed through the large mansion. The pitter-patter of running feet down the hall. He didn't need to sample the air to know that the object of his desires was coming his way.

The puppy-eared hanyou appeared in his doorway, dragging an over-sized soft pillow. "S-Sessho-oniisan, can I sleep in here with you?"

Of course you can... "You may, if you act your age." Sesshoumaru snapped, more anger in his voice then he'd intended.

The boy's ears drooped, "I'm scared…"

"Inuyasha, you must remember that you are the son of the greatest inu-youkai of the Western lands yet you're scared of a simple storm."

Inuyasha's eyes welled up in tears. He still had difficulty taking his brother's abuse even after all these years.

I'm so sorry… Inuyasha… Please don't cry… He sighed outwardly. "Come, Inuyasha. You are still young, and I must remember that. You may sleep here." He pulled the comforter open slowly and suggestively-well, as suggestively as someone his age could.

His brother, seemingly oblivious, crept in, placing his cold feet among his brother's. To Sesshoumaru, he would be offended. But now he was Sessho-oniisan, and his brother's warm body was in the same place he had pleasured himself just last night. He wondered if his brother could identify that smell.

Another ear-shattering crash of thunder had them both wrapped in eachother's arms, their hearts pounding wildly, eyes wide with fear. They looked at each other. Sesshoumaru's eyes were wild-eyed, with red tinges, readying his youkai blood.

"Come on! Let's go to chichi-ue and haha-ue!" Inuyasha shouted, attempted to shake his brother back to reality.

"Er… Good idea!" Sesshoumaru uncharacteristically frazzled, gave an uncharacteristic response.

They ran through the hallways and nearly tore the rice-paper door open, barely glimpsing their father quickly frantically pulling their blankets over a naked form.

"Shh… Yes children?"

"Who do you have under there?" Sesshoumaru inquired

"Your mother, of course."

"You mean Inuyasha's mother."

"Shut up Sesshoumaru! You're always mean to haha-ue!"

Izayoi, now clothed, popped out from under the covers.

"Sesshoumaru, you know that although I did not birth you does not mean that I do not love you. Come, child."

"Stupid ningen bitch."

Inuyasha just stared after his brother as he ran off down the hallway, presumably back into his room.

"Gomen nasai, haha-ue!" Inuyasha called, running up to his mother, giving her a hug, and crawling into bed with them between the taiyoukai and warlord's daughter.