InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Love me, That's all I ask of you ❯ Haunted ( Chapter 2 )

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

Chapter Two: Startling

InuYasha sat up, his body covered in sweat and his member aching for release. He looked around the camp from his perch in the tree. “Sesshomaru,” he breathed as he found everyone to be sleeping. He looked to Kirara who was sleeping peacefully; he knew she would watch over them. Jumping silently from his limb, he landed on the ground by Kagome’s head. Inching away, he made sure he made no noise; Kirara looked up only once, and noticed he was leaving, so instead of laying her head back down, she stayed awake to watch.

The hanyou slipped into the forest, the darkness swallowing him as his eyes checked the surrounding area for danger. Sensing none, he sat down a good distance from the campsite. He closed his eyes and leaned back against a tree trunk. His hand slipped inside his hakamas as his fingers wrapped around his own member. He ran his thumb over the slit of his penis, moaning at the sensation, his fingers teasing the vein on the underside of his shaft.

He let his mind wander to images of his brother as he massaged himself in the cover of night. His brother’s hands wrapped around his penis, pumping it for him as he whispered to InuYasha, teasing his puppy ears. “Sesshomaru, hnn, Please.” he moaned out loud as his own hand pumped faster up and down his member. He could feel his orgasm closing in, his member begging release as he continued to pump. He couldn’t handle the images, trying to push them from his mind, knowing them to be wrong. Sesshomaru was his brother, he was a man, it wasn’t natural and it wasn’t right. He didn’t want the images, but they kept coming. Images of his brother screwing him, images of his brother wrapping his lips around InuYasha’s member. He couldn’t hold it any longer as his body tensed and his hakamas became coated in his come. “Sesshomaru, why do you haunt me so?” he asked the darkness as he stood.

His feet carried him to a small river where he removed his clothes and climbed in. He shivered against the night and the cold water. He let his body sink into the water, getting used to the temperature as he let his head fall under the water. Closing his eyes he let the river’s current massage his skin, his joints, letting the water caress his every pain. “Sesshomaru, why do you torture me with your presence in my dreams?” he asked as he came back to the surface. “Why does my heart feel pain when not thinking of you, my soul feels torn in half?” he asked himself as though he could get the answers.

InuYasha climbed out of the river and quickly climbed into his clothes, after wiping the inside of his pants on the grass. He shivered as his clothes clung to his every curve. The wind teased him, sending chills down his spine and flattened his ears to keep the teasing wind out. He frowned and moved back to the camp, nodding at Kirara on arrival before going back to his perch in the tree to await the morning.

He fought his weariness, not wanting to sleep, not wanting to face more dreams of his brother. He knew he was going into heat, but he couldn’t figure out why his brother was haunting him so. His heart fluttered at the idea of his brother’s affection, but Sesshomaru would never show emotion, and InuYasha knew this as he felt sleep taking over him, darkening his vision, and throwing the blanket of dreams over his mind.