InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The First Time ❯ The First Time ( Chapter 1 )

Warnings: yaoi, incest, voyeurism, masturbation, rimming, fingering, anal, oh and language…I think that's it

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, Sesshoumaru or anything connected to either one. They are the magnificent property of the accomplished Rumiko Takahashi

 

The First Time

 

He was here, the hanyou could smell him. Inuyasha waited impatiently outside a wealthy headmaster's home while his humans talked themselves into food and shelter for the night. Once he was sure they were provided for, the hanyou took off into the trees. Somewhere outside this small trading village was either a danger or a reluctant friend and the white-maned hanyou wasn't going to rest with his pack until he found out which.

 

The night was bright, the nearly-full moon having reached its zenith in the sky. Even the thick foliage couldn't keep its light from the ground. Small branches whipped his lean body, only the dense fire-rat keeping them from tearing at his flesh, as he leapt through the canopy of the trees. He noticed the soft rumble of moving water nearby and pinpointed it as the source of the scent and arched in that direction. The hanyou tried to approach from downwind, but he was sure the other was aware of his presence. As he neared, he felt his chest constrict as he attempted to psyche himself up for the inevitable fight. Rarely was he able to escape these confrontations unscathed.

 

What he saw on the riverbank astounded him. Illuminated in the pale light of the moon lay the body of his esteemed brother--still looking annoyingly dignified for his current position. His pale body was silhouetted against the dark, soft grass of the shoreline. His knees were pulled up so that his feet could rest flat on the ground, apparently bracing himself for his current activities. Spread around his delectable body was that heavy fall of liquid silver hair. And he was completely naked.

 

Frozen in his shock, the hanyou watched in horrified fascination as his elder brother trailed delicate claws lightly over his own flat abdomen, the muscles quivering visibly under the soft touch. The hanyou's own flesh tingled as though invisible fingers were tracing the same path upon him. His golden eyes widened as that pale hand ran down the inside of a pale leg, the long limb trembling under the teasing touch, only to come up beneath the silver-dusted sac. Those deadly claws lingered there; tracing the seamed flesh that Inuyasha knew was highly sensitive.

 

The hanyou nearly fell to his knees as he watched his elder brother push on some secret spot at the base of his scrotum. The older youkai gasped and the younger male nearly answered as his shaft immediately thickened in sympathy. Heat pooled in Inuyasha's groin and his own sac constricted as he observed single-mindedly that damned taloned-hand comb through the slight silver curls dusting the tightened pouch before they continued up the hardened column of Sesshoumaru's sex.

 

The white-haired hanyou pressed a trembling hand to his groin in a vain attempt to control his growing arousal to his brother manipulations. Invisible hands continued to stoke him, even through the rough, tightening fabric of his hakama as that pale hand ghosted over the thick veins of the standing flesh to the weeping, mushroomed tip. Curling carefully, the youkai wrapped his fingers around the rosy flesh before bringing his closed fisted down his shaft in one firm stroke. Inuyasha gasped loudly as he felt the heat pooling within him pulse and shoot straight through him and his throbbing flesh.

 

Pulling his eyes away from the erotic sight as he clasped one clawed hand to his mouth, the hanyou looked into golden eyes that were piercing his own. Damnit, how long had Sesshoumaru known he was there? Surely, distracted or not, the youkai had to have been aware of his arrival.

 

“So-sorry,” the hanyou stuttered, trying to keep his eyes from drifting back to where his brother was slowly drifting his talons up and down that still-hard length. “I was just--I'll be going now,” he finished awkwardly turning away and attempting to disappear back into the trees. Maybe the ground would open and swallow him; it might be preferable to ever seeing his brother again. The hanyou was sure he would never be able to look the older youkai in the eye again.

 

“Stay,” he heard from behind. Turning quickly, the hanyou saw that the older youkai was now reclining on his side, one knee still propped up and the other folded beneath him. His lone hand was still dancing lightly over eager flesh.

 

“Wh-what?!” the hanyou squeaked nervously. Normally, his brother was trying to slaughter him, not…whatever this was.

 

The youkai's eyes fell closed for a moment as his head dropped, that silver hair shimmering as the moonlight reflected the movement. In a smooth movement the hanyou was instantly jealous of, the inuyoukai rolled to his feet. Embarrassment and horror left the younger hanyou frozen in his spot as the youkai approached him, naked as the day he was born. Or more…the hanyou wasn't exactly sure if Sesshoumaru was born naked, with fur, or--as he sometimes suspected--in full battle gear.

 

“I ask you to stay,” the youkai repeated as he drew close to his trembling brother. Inuyasha flinched as the taller male lifted his claws to the hanyou's face. He was intimately aware of how dangerous those particular digits could be. Golden eyes crinkled in humor at the younger hanyou's insecurity as Sesshoumaru pushed a lock of white hair from the young man's eyes. “I find myself in need of company,” he commented.

 

Confusion clouded the hanyou's eyes as he glanced down at the extended rod that signified the `company' the youkai was looking for. “But,” Inuyasha managed to stutter out through a heavy tongue before clearing his throat, “you look like you need a girl. Why don't you find a girl?”

 

“Mmm,” the youkai murmured, running a cool finger along the hanyou's jaw line before tilting the face up to meet that cloudy, golden gaze. “I believe I have everything I need right here,” he stated, his deep, rich voice sending chills down Inuyasha's spine. “I ask you to stay,” the youkai continued, “but I won't force you.” The molten gaze of the inuyoukai's eyes glowed as the moonlight fed them and gave them a light of their own. For a moment, Inuyasha was lost in the swirling depths of those eyes. Then reason snapped in.

 

“But, I can't--I'm not a girl,” he stuttered, “I don't understand.”

 

“Stupid hanyou,” the youkai laughed softly, a gentle, mocking sound that irritated Inuyasha even as he stayed motionless before his brother. “Leave it to humans to restrict pleasure to the realm of propagation. There is much pleasure to be had between men so I ask you again, stay.”

 

The hanyou was drawing a blank. He knew what kind of attention his brother was looking for, it was the same kind he sometimes wanted from Kagome, or what Miroku was always looking for from anyone, but he had no idea how he could give that to his brother. He just didn't have the same…parts as a female. Not that he was particularly sure he would want to even if he did. But then Sesshoumaru ran his fingers through Inuyasha's mane, letting his hand rest on the back of the younger man's head before dropping to meet his lips.

 

Every thought in Inuyasha's mind came to a halt as those warm lips pressed against his. Warmth spread from the contact, clouding the younger man's thoughts until the only thing he was aware of was the feel of soft, pink flesh against his mouth. With gentleness Inuyasha would have doubted his brother was capable of, Sesshoumaru sucked in the hanyou's full bottom lip. Gentle nips and soothing swipes of his tongue brought the soft flesh to peak sensitivity. The hanyou gasped only to have his breath swallowed by the being before him. The older youkai released the now swollen flesh only to skillfully manipulate both lips as he gently made love to the hanyou's mouth, forcing every question and all resistance from the younger man's body.

 

When a moan of need escaped the hanyou's lips, Sesshoumaru pulled back. He gazed down at the young man before him; he was a glorious sight. The hanyou's lashes had fallen shut, hiding those glorious golden eyes and marring the warm, tanned skin with their rich black. His lips were swollen and flushed from the abuse the youkai had inflicted. The moonlight was swallowed by the soft, white mane that floated and curled around the hanyou's frame. Even the white-furred ears were looking delectable, the insides flushed as proof of the inuhanyou's excitement.

 

Using his grip on the back of the young man's neck, he guided the oblivious hanyou to the soft grass he'd so recently vacated. Dropping his sole hand to his younger brother's shoulder, he pushed the young man down to his knees before dropping down in front of him. Inuyasha's eyes finally blinked open and, again, confusion clouded the golden pools. Again, Sesshoumaru brought his lips to the younger man's, stopping all questions while he pulled at the ties holding the fire-rat haori to the hanyou's frame.

 

When the rough, red fabric fell to the ground--followed immediately by the soft juban--Sesshoumaru prompted the boy to lie back on the soft grass so that he was kneeling next to the delicious prone body. Baby-soft skin stretched over lean muscles. There wasn't a pinch of fat or excess flesh anywhere on the young man's form. If it weren't for the corded muscles, the hanyou would be only skin and bone. A flash of pity, or maybe regret, made the youkai pause as he contemplated what kind of life his baby brother had led. It was short-lived, however, as the inuyoukai found something more suited to his mood to consider, mainly the growing bulge making itself more and more evident under the single layer of fire-rat fabric.

 

Sesshoumaru lowered his mouth to the young man's jaw line, suckling the sensitive flesh with both tongue and teeth. His clawed fingertips traced the muscled lines of the young man's chest while he nipped and licked his way down the hanyou's neck. Tiny whimpers of pleasure and need sounded from the inuhanyou's throat as the white youkai searched out and plundered each vulnerable inch of flesh.

 

Deft fingers brushed over a tiny nub and the hanyou arched back, a sharp cry breaking the night as the flesh immediately hardened under the youkai's touch. Smiling against the hanyou's salty skin, the youkai let his fangs scrap against the young man's collarbone as he brushed back over the tightened flesh. The form beneath him jumped again and Sesshoumaru could have sworn that this responsive body had never been touched like this before. All the better. This gave him the chance to tame it to his desires.

 

Moving his head lower, letting his silver mane drift over the flesh he'd already mapped with his lips, the youkai flicked his tongue over the neglected nipple. Another small cry sounded from the hanyou's throat as the youkai closed his lips over the rosy flesh, sucking deeply on the hardening pebble. Letting his hand drift away from the other nub, Sesshoumaru drifted his fingers lightly over the young man's trembling flesh, tracing every muscled line of his abdomen.

 

Letting his fingers drag over the hanyou's navel, the youkai noticed the other man's hips flex as he lightly stroked the soft skin of the inuhanyou's flat stomach halting only when he came to the waistline of the young man's hakama. He snaked one fingertip underneath the rough fabric, feeling a shiver run through the hanyou's body at his unexpected exploration.

 

“Se-Sesshoumaru,” the white inuhanyou whispered, confusion coloring his voice, “wh-what are yo-” The youkai nipped sharply at the nub still nestled between his lips effectively silencing the other man's questions. Raising his fingers from the trembling flesh, he picked at the ties holding the hanyou's hakama in place. He pushed the thick red fabric down the young man's thighs, letting the jutting flesh spring free of its confines.

 

The inexperienced young man instantly reacted, trying to sit up and hide his nakedness. Sesshoumaru immediately countered this expected reaction as he swung a pale leg over his brother's, straddling the other man. He dropped his lips to the young man's again, bringing the entire lengths of their bodies into contact as he stretched out atop the smaller frame. Inuyasha groaned deeply and loudly as Sesshoumaru ground their groins together. The inuyoukai lowered his mouth and absorbed that groan, sucking greedily to take all the life breath from the hanyou's lungs.

 

Sesshoumaru watched in satisfaction as the protestations in the hanyou's eyes faded as want and need once again clouded those golden pools. Bracing his weight on his knees--this would be much easier if someone hadn't taken off my arm--Sesshoumaru snaked his lone hand between their bodies and down the hanyou's chest and abdomen. With devastating deliberateness, the older youkai wrapped his fingers around his brother's throbbing flesh. The younger male arched into his grip, nearly breaking the hold the older youkai was keeping between their mouths.

 

“I told you,” the youkai gasped as he pulled away from the younger man's kiss, “there is much pleasure to be had between men.” Inuyasha blinked up at him, barely able to focus with the searing pleasure radiating from the stroking hand on his weeping shaft. The molten amber gaze of his elder brother was only a hand's breadth from his own, barely visible in the darkness created by the silken curtain of the older youkai's hair. The hanyou would have shivered from the soft ghost of breath across his skin, if he wasn't already convulsing from the undeniable pleasure of the grip on his hardened flesh.

 

He'd never admit it to anyone else, but the only flesh to ever touch him with such intimacy was his own. In fact, he rarely even allowed another to see his bare skin--and that didn't count intimate areas either, no one since his mother had seen those. And even then, he'd been shy with her. His body was…freaky and he knew it. There was little he could do to hide his ears or claws, but he could keep his skinny frame from anyone's view. Kagome had managed to get his haori off a few times, but it was a battle usually culminating in several `sit's and her purpose was to tend to injuries. To suddenly have his entire body open to inspection, not to mention touched, was disconcerting and he wanted to fight it--get his clothes back on and away from his suddenly hentai brother.

 

But those damn kisses. They kept messing with his head, making him feel so lost and yet safe, empty and yet satisfied, yearning for something he couldn't name but knew was there. They were so gentle yet dominating and possessive and overall completely absorbing. Every time he gathered together a few thoughts, every time he mustered some resistance to his brother's strange game, the youkai would kiss him and drive every thought away until there was nothing left but complete submission to whatever the elder inuyoukai was playing at.

 

So even as his brother undressed him, explored his body with fingers and mouth, even as his brother stroked him in a manner he'd only ever done to himself, Inuyasha kept his claws firmly buried in the dirt. He allowed the trespasses because he couldn't think of a reason not too, couldn't think at all. And as his brother continued to molest his mouth and manipulate the hardened proof of his sex, heat pooled and curled in his stomach. The strokes were firm but slow, too damn slow, and he tried to push up into that grip, tried to bring about the release that was building almost painfully within him. And just as his eyes were rolling back into his head and he arched one more time, just as his release was right there, the stroking stopped.

 

His eyes shot open and denials were on his tongue as his brother lifted himself off his trembling body. “What the hell?!” he shouted. It just figured that that bastard would have wound him all up for nothing. And the fucking bastard was laughing!

 

“We're not finished yet, Inuyasha,” Sesshoumaru answered with that damnable smirk on his face as he resumed a position beside the reclining form. He nudged the prone form's side. Inuyasha glare up at him as he propped himself up on his elbows.

 

“I don't know what you're playing at, Sesshoumaru,” he growled feeling particularly non-threatening lying naked before one of his worst enemies with a raging hard-on.

 

Sesshoumaru simply poked him in the side again. “I said we were not finished; I have much more in mind for tonight.” The youkai poked him one more time, this time a bit more insistently and with a bit more pressure behind it. Inuyasha winced slightly. “Now, roll over before I become impatient, hanyou.”

 

Inuyasha narrowed his eyes suspiciously at his older brother. But what choice did he have? He was in no position to fight and if the older youkai meant him any harm, well, there was little the hanyou could do about it. Cautiously, the inuhanyou turned away from the youkai and slowly twisted his body until he was on his stomach, his head buried in his folded arms. He jumped slightly at a gentle touch along his spine.

 

“Relax.” The command ghosted across the short fur of his ear and that strangely gentle hand brushed the heavy weight of his hair off his back, exposing his neck. The hanyou bit down on his swollen lip hoping that he'd made the right choice, that his brother wasn't about to rip out his throat. Those deadly claws trailed down his spine and the hanyou relaxed slightly when they didn't pause to thrust into his body. It was a legitimate concern after all; the older youkai had once warned him against turning his back on him. That was right before the inuyoukai had plunged his poisoned fist through Inuyasha's spine, so he felt he had every right to be wary of his brother's intentions.

 

But instead, they simply stroked him, bringing him to lazy compliance. Soon his shoulders relaxed and he dug his face further into his arms. He shivered in pleasure instead of tension when warm lips descended to his crux of his neck and shoulder. The hanyou's entire consciousness narrowed to the waves of warmth that swirled from that mouth as the youkai kissed and nipped and suckled a path down the younger man's spine. When that skillful mouth reached the small of his back, Sesshoumaru reached his arm beneath the inuhanyou's slim hips and brought them up until the young man had to pull his knees beneath him.

 

Rising up on all fours, Inuyasha turned to look at the youkai behind him with confusion once again clouding those golden eyes. Tension filled the hanyou again as Sesshoumaru nudged his knees apart and positioned himself between them. He still had no idea what the older youkai was doing but every time something started to feel good, the bastard stopped. Not to mention, he still didn't exactly trust the youkai. But so far, the bastard hadn't exactly hurt him either.

 

In a moment, the youkai leaned over him, returning that oh so talented mouth to the small of the hanyou's muscled back and Inuyasha let his head drop as he moaned softly. He remained still as those lips traced paths of fire down his spine. He barely noticed as they continued to drift down, past the small of his back and to the slight incline of his tailbone. When they continued past there, however, he tensed again. Where, exactly, was his brother going with this?

 

“Relax, Inuyasha,” the youkai breathed, the soft breath ghosting across sensitive flesh there and did nothing to help the inuhanyou relax. “It will continue to feel better and better, hanyou. You must trust me and relax.” Trust him? How the hell was he supposed to trust the bastard who tricked him with a fake of his mother? Again, indignation had the hanyou beginning to rise but, as if the older youkai knew exactly what the young man was thinking, Sesshoumaru spoke again.

 

“Just feel,” he murmured as Inuyasha felt the wet length of his brother's warm tongue flick at the sensitive skin just behind his hanging pouch. That unexpected action drove all resistance from the hanyou's mind and body again and he hung his head, letting out a deep, guttural moan. Apparently amused by this reaction, the youkai flicked his tongue again before flattening it along the stretch of seamed flesh. Inuyasha threw his head back and something resembling a howl broke the night when Sesshoumaru pressed hard against the skin at the base off his brother's scrotum.

 

That bit of pressure his brother had applied had touched something deep inside him and Inuyasha was sure that he was going to burst if the older youkai repeated the action. To a small extent, he was relieved when that torturous tongue retreated from the sensitive length of skin. Only when he realized where it was going did he begin to tense again. That warm, wet muscle trailed right over the puckered entrance to his body and he dug sharp fangs into his lip to keep from letting out another cry. Who would have known how good it could feel there? Warm breath spread across his skin as his brother's tongue retracted for a moment only to return and lap at the quivering hole.

 

With practiced and skillful movements, Sesshoumaru worked every angle of the tight ring of muscle. Panting through his clenched teeth, Inuyasha found himself pushing back against that skillful mouth without conscious permission. He just knew there was more to be had from that muscle working the outer edge of his body. His subconscious efforts paid off as the tongue barely slipped past the loosening muscles and into forbidden inner flesh. The hanyou whined…whined, and pushed back harder, silently begging for more. His brother chuckled against him as the youkai complied, pushing himself into the entrance through the no-longer-so-tight ring.

 

And as his brother continued to work the tight muscles of the hanyou's core with that impossible tongue, one taloned finger began stroking at the sensitive flesh beneath. Without warning, Sesshoumaru pushed on that spot again and the world faded into stars behind the hanyou's eyelids. He was so distracted by the waves of heat and pleasure flooding his system, he didn't notice as that finger moved and began working its way into his tiny entrance. When it breached, however, he noticed.

 

His body tightened protectively around the invading digit, trying to force it out. As it pushed past the now tightened muscle and skin, it strained and the friction burned. Inuyasha tried to lunge away from this escalation in intimacy but a restraining--and warning--clawed grip on his hip kept him still. The older youkai continued licking and suckling on the stretching skin surrounding the thin digit as he continued to encourage it into the small body. Yet even with his brother helping to smooth its passage, Inuyasha firmly decided that this did not feel good. It was awkward, odd, and he had no idea what his brother was thinking. However, the finger continued its journey sinking into him, each contraction of his body pulling it deeper and deeper.

 

When the hanyou felt the knuckles of his brother's hand touch his body, he breathed a sigh of relief. At least it couldn't go in any further. It was then the older youkai flexed the finger. It was only a tiny hooking motion but the inuyoukai hit something extraordinary. Every nerve in the inuhanyou's body flared, contracting and releasing every muscle in his body at once. A ragged cry escaped him as his arms collapsed and only the hold of his brother within him kept his knees from following. He lay with his forehead in the grass, riding out the waves of pleasure and barely noticing when his brother withdrew the finger minutely only to strike at that place again.

 

This time the inuhanyou sobbed into the ground and his mind was so separated from his body he didn't notice as his brother inserted a second finger. The relaxed muscles of his body easily gave way to the now-pleasure inducing invasion. The young man couldn't help but notice the third finger as the skin stretched almost uncomfortably around the thrusting digits, but the slight discomfort was overwhelmed by the burning need to keep the pleasure mounting. In his belly, the coil of desire and need was twisting tighter and tighter and this time Inuyasha knew he had no choice but to find release. He thrust back shamelessly on those fingers, letting his elder brother--one of his worst enemies--take him to oblivion.

 

But again, oblivion never came. The hanyou ground the earth with his claws and screamed denials into the night as those fingers came free of his body. And yet, just as he was pushing himself back to all fours, something larger and much smoother slid into him. Finally, the hanyou understood what kind of `company' his brother was striving for.

 

A memory of the youkai's harden sex came to mind and the hanyou winced when he realized just how much larger and longer it would be than a few of the inuyoukai's fingers. The older male moved slowly, deliberately, as if to let the younger adjust to every finger length of his shaft. And when Sesshoumaru pushed beyond the reach of his fingers, the hanyou appreciated his careful descent. His body convulsed around the intruding flesh, trying to both reject it and draw it further in. After a few torturous moments where Inuyasha was sure he was going to be split in half and he wondered if it was even physically possible for him to hold so much, he felt his brother's thighs against his, relished in the feel of his brother's sac brushing against his.

 

The older youkai remained still for several moments as the hanyou's body grew accustomed to the odd invasion. As he pulled back out, just as slowly as his entrance, Inuyasha felt a strange sense of loss as his body closed behind him. He'd never imagined that he could feel so empty after only a few heartbeats of being filled. Just before the older youkai completely removed himself from the small frame, he stopped and began pushing himself back into the willing body below him. Inuyasha pushed up to accept his brother's advance. His straining muscles were calming, the heat of his brother's sex helping to sooth his passage.

 

Once the larger male was fully seated in the hanyou's body, Sesshoumaru leaned over his brother, letting his one clawed hand rest atop the one already digging in the grass. Inuyasha felt completely infused by his brother's presence as he felt a gentle kiss placed on the side of his neck.

 

“So tight, little brother,” the youkai murmured, “I'm afraid this won't last long.” Inuyasha could feel his elder brother trembling in both pleasure and need and the older youkai's loss of control fed his own desire. He pushed back slightly onto the already fully imbedded shaft.

 

With a flex of his hips, the youkai pulled back once again only to slam back into the warm, willing flesh. Inuyasha cried out as the head slammed against that spot again, before his brother stroked his entire length against it. As each thrust came, harder and deeper than the last, the hanyou felt that pooling in his groin and he knew he couldn't afford to be denied yet again.

 

Soon the thrusts were coming faster than he could match and he braced himself for the nearly violent pace his brother was setting. He dug his claws into the ground as the heat in his stomach began to become painful, all he needed was a simple tip and he would go right over the edge. And his neglected sex hung dripping and waiting. He shifted his weight slightly and braced himself on his left arm, when the claws tightened over his right hand.

 

“No,” the youkai whispered through ragged breaths into his hair, “your pleasure is mine to give.”

 

The hanyou sank his claws deeper into the cool earth. He absolutely refused to believe he was being denied again. Without pausing or even breaking rhythm, the youkai leaned back until he was on his knees. Wrapping his clawed hand beneath the young man's body, he grasped the straining, weeping shaft. Inuyasha's arms gave out a second time as the older youkai began to stroke him with firm strokes matching the impossible speed the youkai's body was setting into him.

 

“Come,” the youkai gasped out, “come now, Inuyasha.”

 

That statement, demanded in a voice so filled with its need to be obeyed, drove the young hanyou over the edge. The grip on his sex grew tighter as he swelled and he didn't feel his body explode so much as feel his mind separate from it. Waves of heat and sparks and visions of stars and suns assaulted him and the rest of the world simply fell away. All time lost meaning and he only vaguely felt his brother pause above him before swelling himself. The youkai's warm flood of release nearly made the hanyou come again but his body was too far separated by then.

 

Soon, the sounds of the night penetrated the post-coital clouds that had filled his head. After hearing, feeling kicked in and the hanyou realized he was slumped in a heap on a grassy riverbank, his brother's warm body still atop--and within--him. It was his attempt to stretch out his contracted limbs that seemed to awaken his older brother from his own orgasmic daze.

 

The elder leaned back, his softened sex slipping from the hanyou's body. After an amused glance at the thoroughly sated man, he rose to his feet and to the bank of the river. Inuyasha watched his brother wash himself before working his way back into the pristine white clothes that had been folded nearby this whole time. As circulation returned to his body, the hanyou scrambled after his own clothing.

 

“So, uh,” he started while struggling with his haori and looking uneasily at his brother who was tightening the last strap on his bone armor, “aren't you gonna kill me or something?”

 

Sesshoumaru looked over at him, the face and eyes completely unreadable until a tiny twitch of the inuyoukai's lips nearly caused Inuyasha to bolt right there.

 

“Perhaps another time,” he answered while slipping his swords into his obi and turning away from the young hanyou.

 

“And this,” the inuhanyou called after his retreating form, “what about this?” In truth, Inuyasha wasn't even sure what he was asking. Had it meant something? Would it be repeated? Would his brother kill him for having caught him that way, or acting this way? There were a million things he didn't know and didn't understand.

 

“Perhaps another time,” the youkai said after a small pause. Then Inuyasha watched as a soft cloud materialized beneath the mystical form and his brother vanished in a flash of white and fur and fog.

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Annoying A/N- This is actually related to something completely unrelated that I'm working on. And no, I have no idea why Sesshoumaru is jacking himself off in the middle of the woods, if anyone has any ideas please, let me know. Please let me know what you think of this disturbingly OOC little PWP, unless you don't like the yaoi/incest part in which case, why did you read this?

 

Thanx

~Silence~