InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Hanyou Handbook: A Romance ❯ Chapter Twelve ( Chapter 12 )
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By: donatella 
Inuyasha's transformation is starting to take effect. Lemon warning
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Romance / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.26.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 721 | Status: Work In Progress
Inuyasha's transformation is starting to take effect. Lemon warning
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Romance / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.26.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 721 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: Inu Yasha and its characters are owned by Rumiko Takahashi and Sunrise. I make no profit from this fiction. All original characters and story are owned by Donatella D.
Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who reviewed. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Enjoy.
Chapter Twelve
The progression of Inuyasha’s transformation was definitely hastening, though the biggest changes were still yet to come. Sesshomaru did all he could to lessen his brother’s pain and tried to keep him comfortable, but Inuyasha was becoming more and more confused and irrational as if his brain were transforming as well. Sesshomaru had read about it and hoped Inuyasha would be spared this part, but it now seemed inevitable. Inuyasha’s sanity was being held by a thread and ready to snap at any given moment, it was just a matter of when.
He was now also having terrible fevers. Although most of his body, like his arms and legs would remain icy cold, transforming parts would radiate intense heat; but what worried Sesshomaru the most was the fever he felt when he touched his forehead and what kind of damage it could do to a half-demon. The priestess had prepared him herbal remedies to bring down the fevers, but they could do only so much.
So, Sesshomaru’s days were spent watching over his little brother, replacing the warm compresses for cool ones, and keeping his hands on any body parts that might require pain relief. Most of the time he kept a hand across his heated stomach and could actually feel the changes taking place through his skin –- organs seemed to move around and grow larger or smaller, which he found quite fascinating. He could feel the changes down below as well, and wished Inuyasha would allow him to view the progress.
The one thing that puzzled him was that he could see no sign of incoming breasts, which honestly, he found a bit disappointing, and wondered why his body would go through so much to transform and leave out big, succulent, luscious breasts. In fact, Sesshomaru was looking forward to it, but alas, it didn’t look like it was going to happen. Inuyasha’s chest was a flat as ever and the temperature remained cool. He hadn’t read anything about it in the doctor’s book; he’ll have to remember to ask him personally -- that is if he ever showed up again.
Sesshomaru could feel Inuyasha waking up as he lay in his arms -- his favorite place to be lately -- as the fidgeting was a dead giveaway. Inuyasha stretched a little bit and looked up at his brother with a big smile, which was unusual of late, but every time he woke up he didn’t know what to expect, so maybe this meant today would be a good day… he hoped.
Inuyasha turned to face his brother to give him a warm kiss on his lips as he straddled his legs across his brother’s torso for better leverage. His little good-morning kiss turned into another and another, and then took his big brothers face in his hands and kissed him long and deep.
This took Sesshomaru by surprise, as his brother has never initiated anything like this before, and he took it as a sign that Inuyasha must be feeling a lot better today. He had a hard time not laughing as he asked him, “Inuyasha, what are you doing?”
“I’m kissing my mate,” he answered breathlessly.
“Yes, I can see that, but I don’t think you are well enough for this activity.”
“Bullshit. I feel great today,” he said, as he rubbed his hardness against his brother. “Now, shut up and kiss me.”
Well, who was Sesshomaru to deny his little brother, especially when he was rubbing up and down against his own quickly hardening member. So, he gave in to Inuyasha’s present desire and kissed his mouth with an unrelenting hunger that he had been holding back for too long. He wanted nothing more than to take his brother now and feel that intense heat he had been radiating, but that flower had not yet opened; it was too soon for that. The only other option to his delicious insides had been fouled by the demons, and Sesshomaru knew his brother was not ready for that either.
However, Inuyasha seemed quite content to continue in the fashion he had initiated, and his gentle rubbing together of cocks had now turned to a frantic humping, like a dog. Sesshomaru slowed him down by taking control of his hips with his hands, and pushing his own hips up to meet his brothers. “You must find the rhythm, little brother. You will last longer and it will be much more pleasurable.”
“I don’t care,” he said, panting. “I just wanna come.”
“I see.” So, with no holds barred, Sesshomaru gave his little brother what he wanted… friction. He held his ass tightly while pushing up from below and sliding his smaller body up and down his own until he got loud rhythmic moans out of him. He could feel himself coming, but was more interested in Inuyasha’s release, and when he heard the moans get higher in pitch and his face tighten in concentration, he knew it would only be a few… moments… more… and he let himself come the very same second his little brother did.
It was easy enough to tell; Inuyasha was loud. He screamed his orgasm for the world to hear, or certainly the entire village, and then he collapsed on his brother’s chest and tried to catch his breath before falling back to sleep, as if nothing had happened.
Sesshomaru would have preferred to clean up the mess that he knew was sandwiched between them, but his little brother looked so sweet and peaceful laying on his chest that he couldn’t bear to bother him. Instead he let him sleep while he could gaze uninterrupted at his beautiful mate-to-be, and notice the changes that were taking place.
His skin had turned a shade lighter, not quite as light as his own, but it gave him a softer look as if he were made of fine Chinese porcelain, and his cheeks now had a healthy rosy glow -- though it was an even deeper hue due to his recent activity. With his eyes closed in sleep, his now longer and very luxurious eyelashes could be seen clearly, but when he was awake it made his already enormous eyes look even bigger; and the high contrast of all that dark black surrounding his eyes made the color of his irises seem a more intense gold.
And then there were his lips. They were definitely fuller and more luscious and the color of deep coral with a hint of blood red matching the blush of his rosy cheeks perfectly. Even his hair had changed; it was now brighter silver that glistened in the light like a white jewel, and Sesshomaru delighted in keeping it smooth and free of knots and mats, in fact, it had become one of his favorite pastimes as Inuyasha slept in his arms.
Of course, there were more unfamiliar parts that Sesshomaru didn’t get to see as often, thanks to father’s fire-rat robe -- that thing covered some of Inuyasha’s best assets. However, since Sesshomaru didn’t have anything to really compare, he simply admired what was there now: legs, hips, ass and even his feet, which had remained clean for once. Sesshomaru loved to look at his feet, which were smaller and daintier than before, and he was certain that if he had worn shoes, they would have dropped a whole size.
The sum of all these parts was certainly more feminine than they were prior to the transformation, and he vowed to keep this a secret from Inuyasha because he would most likely throw a fit if he knew. Then again, Sesshomaru thought, Inuyasha has always looked a bit girlish, just as he knew he did as well, but he fancied himself more masculine because he had the height and deep manly voice to pull it off, and without his clothing, no one would mistake Sesshomaru for a woman. Inuyasha has always been more petite and less muscular than his brother, and with that baggy kimono he always wore, well, you could imagine all kinds of things going on under there.
However, none of that mattered anymore. Inuyasha was almost done with his transformation and the result was not going to change back. Sesshomaru could easily get used to it; Inuyasha was going to have to.
Sesshomaru took one final inspection of his brother’s now perfect ass with its glorious globes of flesh, and reluctantly raised the blanket up over his back to his shoulders. By the time Inuyasha wakes up, Sesshomaru thought, they will be glued together by their dried seed -- a disgusting notion, not to mention the smell, but he was determined to let his brother sleep, so he tried not to think about it and combed his hair instead.
Just as Sesshomaru was settling down and getting comfortable, there was a knock at the door.
To be continued…
Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who reviewed. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Enjoy.
Chapter Twelve
The progression of Inuyasha’s transformation was definitely hastening, though the biggest changes were still yet to come. Sesshomaru did all he could to lessen his brother’s pain and tried to keep him comfortable, but Inuyasha was becoming more and more confused and irrational as if his brain were transforming as well. Sesshomaru had read about it and hoped Inuyasha would be spared this part, but it now seemed inevitable. Inuyasha’s sanity was being held by a thread and ready to snap at any given moment, it was just a matter of when.
He was now also having terrible fevers. Although most of his body, like his arms and legs would remain icy cold, transforming parts would radiate intense heat; but what worried Sesshomaru the most was the fever he felt when he touched his forehead and what kind of damage it could do to a half-demon. The priestess had prepared him herbal remedies to bring down the fevers, but they could do only so much.
So, Sesshomaru’s days were spent watching over his little brother, replacing the warm compresses for cool ones, and keeping his hands on any body parts that might require pain relief. Most of the time he kept a hand across his heated stomach and could actually feel the changes taking place through his skin –- organs seemed to move around and grow larger or smaller, which he found quite fascinating. He could feel the changes down below as well, and wished Inuyasha would allow him to view the progress.
The one thing that puzzled him was that he could see no sign of incoming breasts, which honestly, he found a bit disappointing, and wondered why his body would go through so much to transform and leave out big, succulent, luscious breasts. In fact, Sesshomaru was looking forward to it, but alas, it didn’t look like it was going to happen. Inuyasha’s chest was a flat as ever and the temperature remained cool. He hadn’t read anything about it in the doctor’s book; he’ll have to remember to ask him personally -- that is if he ever showed up again.
Sesshomaru could feel Inuyasha waking up as he lay in his arms -- his favorite place to be lately -- as the fidgeting was a dead giveaway. Inuyasha stretched a little bit and looked up at his brother with a big smile, which was unusual of late, but every time he woke up he didn’t know what to expect, so maybe this meant today would be a good day… he hoped.
Inuyasha turned to face his brother to give him a warm kiss on his lips as he straddled his legs across his brother’s torso for better leverage. His little good-morning kiss turned into another and another, and then took his big brothers face in his hands and kissed him long and deep.
This took Sesshomaru by surprise, as his brother has never initiated anything like this before, and he took it as a sign that Inuyasha must be feeling a lot better today. He had a hard time not laughing as he asked him, “Inuyasha, what are you doing?”
“I’m kissing my mate,” he answered breathlessly.
“Yes, I can see that, but I don’t think you are well enough for this activity.”
“Bullshit. I feel great today,” he said, as he rubbed his hardness against his brother. “Now, shut up and kiss me.”
Well, who was Sesshomaru to deny his little brother, especially when he was rubbing up and down against his own quickly hardening member. So, he gave in to Inuyasha’s present desire and kissed his mouth with an unrelenting hunger that he had been holding back for too long. He wanted nothing more than to take his brother now and feel that intense heat he had been radiating, but that flower had not yet opened; it was too soon for that. The only other option to his delicious insides had been fouled by the demons, and Sesshomaru knew his brother was not ready for that either.
However, Inuyasha seemed quite content to continue in the fashion he had initiated, and his gentle rubbing together of cocks had now turned to a frantic humping, like a dog. Sesshomaru slowed him down by taking control of his hips with his hands, and pushing his own hips up to meet his brothers. “You must find the rhythm, little brother. You will last longer and it will be much more pleasurable.”
“I don’t care,” he said, panting. “I just wanna come.”
“I see.” So, with no holds barred, Sesshomaru gave his little brother what he wanted… friction. He held his ass tightly while pushing up from below and sliding his smaller body up and down his own until he got loud rhythmic moans out of him. He could feel himself coming, but was more interested in Inuyasha’s release, and when he heard the moans get higher in pitch and his face tighten in concentration, he knew it would only be a few… moments… more… and he let himself come the very same second his little brother did.
It was easy enough to tell; Inuyasha was loud. He screamed his orgasm for the world to hear, or certainly the entire village, and then he collapsed on his brother’s chest and tried to catch his breath before falling back to sleep, as if nothing had happened.
Sesshomaru would have preferred to clean up the mess that he knew was sandwiched between them, but his little brother looked so sweet and peaceful laying on his chest that he couldn’t bear to bother him. Instead he let him sleep while he could gaze uninterrupted at his beautiful mate-to-be, and notice the changes that were taking place.
His skin had turned a shade lighter, not quite as light as his own, but it gave him a softer look as if he were made of fine Chinese porcelain, and his cheeks now had a healthy rosy glow -- though it was an even deeper hue due to his recent activity. With his eyes closed in sleep, his now longer and very luxurious eyelashes could be seen clearly, but when he was awake it made his already enormous eyes look even bigger; and the high contrast of all that dark black surrounding his eyes made the color of his irises seem a more intense gold.
And then there were his lips. They were definitely fuller and more luscious and the color of deep coral with a hint of blood red matching the blush of his rosy cheeks perfectly. Even his hair had changed; it was now brighter silver that glistened in the light like a white jewel, and Sesshomaru delighted in keeping it smooth and free of knots and mats, in fact, it had become one of his favorite pastimes as Inuyasha slept in his arms.
Of course, there were more unfamiliar parts that Sesshomaru didn’t get to see as often, thanks to father’s fire-rat robe -- that thing covered some of Inuyasha’s best assets. However, since Sesshomaru didn’t have anything to really compare, he simply admired what was there now: legs, hips, ass and even his feet, which had remained clean for once. Sesshomaru loved to look at his feet, which were smaller and daintier than before, and he was certain that if he had worn shoes, they would have dropped a whole size.
The sum of all these parts was certainly more feminine than they were prior to the transformation, and he vowed to keep this a secret from Inuyasha because he would most likely throw a fit if he knew. Then again, Sesshomaru thought, Inuyasha has always looked a bit girlish, just as he knew he did as well, but he fancied himself more masculine because he had the height and deep manly voice to pull it off, and without his clothing, no one would mistake Sesshomaru for a woman. Inuyasha has always been more petite and less muscular than his brother, and with that baggy kimono he always wore, well, you could imagine all kinds of things going on under there.
However, none of that mattered anymore. Inuyasha was almost done with his transformation and the result was not going to change back. Sesshomaru could easily get used to it; Inuyasha was going to have to.
Sesshomaru took one final inspection of his brother’s now perfect ass with its glorious globes of flesh, and reluctantly raised the blanket up over his back to his shoulders. By the time Inuyasha wakes up, Sesshomaru thought, they will be glued together by their dried seed -- a disgusting notion, not to mention the smell, but he was determined to let his brother sleep, so he tried not to think about it and combed his hair instead.
Just as Sesshomaru was settling down and getting comfortable, there was a knock at the door.
To be continued…