InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Hanyou Handbook: A Romance ❯ Chapter Twenty-Four ( Chapter 24 )
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By: donatella 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Romance / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 12.03.2011 | Updated On: 12.03.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 502 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Psychological / Hentai / Drama / Comedy / Romance / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 12.03.2011 | Updated On: 12.03.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 502 | Status: Completed
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Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who reviewed. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Enjoy.
Chapter Twenty-Four
It was early the next morning when Inuyasha awoke with his puppy laying next to him on the bed. He patted her gently and gave her a little kiss on the top of her head and then he turned to find his brother asleep next to him. He got up on his knees and proceeded to punch Sesshomaru in the chest, one blow after another.
Needless to say, Sesshomaru awoke immediately and shielded the blows to his body with his arms, so Inuyasha found other places to hit: head, arms, legs, and then got in an excellent shot to his brother’s balls until Sesshomaru was able to grab his hands to stop him.
“Inuyasha! What do you think you’re doing?!”
“Why did you tell the doctor? I told you not to tell!” he screamed with anger that Sesshomaru had not seen in him for a very long time.
“I thought it best for him to know.”
“Yeah, well, now everyone thinks I’m crazy!” he emphasized the words with more punches as he managed to free one of his arms from his brother.
“No one thinks you’re crazy -- stop hitting me!” Sesshomaru retrieved the arm once again and forced him to sit down on the bed. “It is important for the doctor to know everything -- I was only concerned about you.”
Inuyasha folded his arms in a huff and put an angry pout on his face as he spoke to his mate, “I didn’t want anyone else to know.”
“I am sorry, little brother; I did not do it to upset you. You must try to relax.” Sesshomaru leaned over to him and gave him a little kiss on the back of his neck. “Why don’t you join me for a hot bath?”
“I don’t want a bath.”
“It can be more than just a bath; there is much enjoyment from bathing with one’s mate,” he said while continuing to kiss his neck and getting a good whiff of his not quite fresh hair, “You can use a good bath, little brother.”
“Are you sayin’ I stink? I don‘t wanna bathe right now.”
“Fine, I will bathe alone,” he said with a sigh, and then yelled, “Jaken.”
The imp appeared instantly, “Yes, Lord Sesshomaru?”
“Prepare my bath, Jaken,” and he got out of bed to ready himself for a nice relaxing, albeit lonely bath.
“Right away, my lord.”
As Sesshomaru left for the bathing room, Inuyasha grabbed Jaken for a few words, “Go find Miroku and tell him I need to see him.”
“B… but I need to prepare Lord Sesshomaru’s bath.”
“Then ya better hurry up, toad.”
“Very well,” Jaken sighed, and he ran off to find the monk.
Only a few minutes later, Miroku was at the bedroom window. “Inuyasha,” he called rather too quietly for anyone but a dog demon to hear, and Inuyasha appeared quickly.
“Why don’t you try using the front door?” he asked the monk.
“I’d rather not bump into your brother -- I don’t think we’re on very friendly terms of late.” However, secretly he wouldn’t mind another punishment from the great Lord of the West.
“He’s taking a bath, don’t worry.”
“What is it you want?”
“I think I’m being possessed by a demon, and no one believes me.”
“A demon?”
“Yes, do you sense anything?”
“I can sense the demonic aura of the baby, but I don’t think there’s anything else.”
“No, it’s not a baby!”
“Well, it does appear to be very powerful for a child that hasn’t been born yet.”
“Can’t you do something?”
“I suppose I could perform an exorcism, but I doubt Sesshomaru will allow that.”
“Oh, fuck him! Why are you so scared of him all of a sudden anyway?”
“Scared isn’t exactly the right word. I just don’t think it would be wise for me to go against his wishes right now. Why don’t you ask him?”
“Dammit, fine.”
“In fact, I really shouldn’t be hanging around here at all. If he catches me…”
“What? What happened?”
“Nothing… I need to be going. Let me know when you’ve asked Sesshomaru,” and Miroku sprinted away from his once cozy, hiding spot.
Inuyasha walked back to his bed and sat down allowing his puppy to crawl onto his lap and get comfortable for a nap, but instead she gently pawed at his protruding belly and then gave a cute, wolf-like, high-pitched howl at it.
“You know what’s in there, don’t you? You‘re the only one who believes me,” he said to her, and he got up to join his brother in the bath for what was sure to be a disappointing talk.
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Deep in his thoughts and his hot bath, Sesshomaru tried to relax away his worries over his brother; and it would have worked if only he could get the slight detection of monk stench out of his nostrils. Miroku wouldn’t dare come back here after he had been threatened, would he? He had known the monk to be quite intelligent in the past; he would never do something that stupid. He decided that it was just the tub that needed a good scrubbing to remove the stench from his previous bath, and so added a few drops of some sweet-scented oil to the water to cover up the offending odor.
He laid back and closed his eyes, trying again to push the worries out of his mind, but they persisted. What was he going to do with a demented little brother/mate and a newborn demon baby to take care of? How did he manage to get himself into this? More importantly, what was he going to do about it? Inuyasha needed more and more care and attention as time passed -- is that why he has to die? He would not be of much use in his present state and certainly couldn’t take care of his own baby; it was starting to make sense, even if Sesshomaru didn’t like the logic. Life would be easier for him and the new baby without Inuyasha, though not preferable. It made sense that the perfect full-demon child would take the place of the weak, insane half-demon, and all would be right with the world. It seemed so cruel, so heartless, something the old Sesshomaru could easily accept, but difficult for the transformed version to wrap his head around. It was a theory that fit so perfectly into the old Lord of the West’s world -- it was simply the law of nature, survival of the fittest -- a world without a heart. However, Sesshomaru the mate did not want to trade in his flawed Inuyasha for a perfect demon child; he didn’t care what nature wanted; his Inuyasha was more important than perfection. So what was he going to do about it? And therein lies the problem. There simply wasn’t much he could do except try to make Inuyasha happy until the birth/death, which was not very reassuring.
Inuyasha still wanted to hear that word from his lips; the word he still couldn‘t bring himself to say. That one word that would make his little brother happier than anything he could do for him. Surely Sesshomaru could tell his mate he loves him before he gives his life to birth a child, couldn’t he? He decided to give it some more thought at a later date; maybe he could convince himself to make the sacrifice to his dying brother. After all, once Inuyasha is dead, Sesshomaru will go back to being his old self; his old, cold, heartless, uncaring self and none of this will matter anymore.
Then again, the two healers are not certain that Inuyasha will die, there is a chance that he will live through this, what then? They are both trying so hard to save his life. Maybe they are trying too hard. Maybe it would be best if they let Inuyasha die, especially if he’s going to live out his life in this deranged state he’s in. Maybe Sesshomaru should just let him die when the child is born. He isn’t sure he can do that though in his present state of mind; his heart won’t let him lose his little brother if he can stop it, and he may be able to persuade tensaiga to do just that -- he should at least try.
Sesshomaru has never been so conflicted in his thoughts; he has never had such a problem deciding on life or death. If he wanted someone dead, then he killed them, and if he didn’t then he let them live. The transformation he has gone through has made him unsure of himself and he can no longer trust himself to make the right decisions. He can only hope that the right answers will come to him when the time is at hand. For now, that is the best he can do.
He let out a deep sigh and opened his eyes to find Inuyasha standing in front of the tub with an apologetic pout on his face, and looking much less angry than when he had left him on the bed; so he raised his arms in invitation to join him in the soothing, warm water.
Inuyasha dropped his robe and stepped into the tub to join his brother; he waded thigh-high in the sweet smelling water into Sesshomaru’s outstretched arms and sat down on his lap, face to face so he could look into his eyes as he spoke to him, “Can we have sex now?” he asked.
Sesshomaru took the opportunity to teach his mate a little lesson, thinking he could at the very least, tell him how sorry he was for waking him up by clobbering him with a punch to his balls before he asked for makeup sex. “I am not sure I can be aroused after what you did to me this morning, Inuyasha. However, if you can give me an erection I will gladly make love to you,” he said in his usual flat tone hoping his brother would take the bait.
“You mean I broke it?” Inuyasha asked in horror.
“You hit me quite hard when I was completely defenseless, little brother; it is a very delicate instrument that must be handled with care.”
“I didn’t mean to injure it! I… I was just upset… I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Perhaps you can fix it.”
“What should I do? I don’t wanna hurt it more!”
“Just tend to it… gently, and we will see if it can come back to life.”
“I don’t know how to do that. What if I do more damage?!”
“You only need to do the things that I do to you… all the time. Surely you remember what makes you hard.”
“I… never really paid much attention to what you were doing. I just knew it felt good.”
Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow to that; he didn’t know Inuyasha was really that selfish. Didn’t he ever expect to return the favor of pleasing his mate sexually? Was Sesshomaru supposed to take care of everything for all eternity? Did Inuyasha never plan for the future? Funny, he never had a problem telling Sesshomaru how much he loved him; he said it a number of times, and yet -- except for once, which was more about his own curiosity than pleasing his mate -- he couldn’t show his love with some thoughtful actions. Did he think sex was only to please him? Suddenly Sesshomaru felt like some used sex slave, a pleasure prop, a life-sized, toy doll for giving instant orgasms that can be put away in a drawer after each use; and he was a little angry by Inuyasha’s admission, no not angry; he was hurt. It was time that little brother learned to think about someone else’s pleasure other than his own. “Well, I do hope this injury isn’t permanent. It would put quite a damper on our sex life,” Sesshomaru said, hoping to put a little scare into Inuyasha.
“Permanent! You don’t really think so, do you?!”
“I think we should try and find out, Inuyasha. You must have some idea on how to mend it; after all, it was your doing.”
“Okay, I’ll try,” Inuyasha said, with great worry in his voice and pained look on his face, but he gently straddled his legs over his brothers determined to make the poor, limp thing work once again. He wrapped his arms around his mate’s neck and kissed him slowly on the lips while inching his groin down closer to Sesshomaru’s broken tool in hope of reviving it with some crotch-to-crotch stimulation.
Sesshomaru knew very well that there was nothing wrong with his parts, but he thought that Inuyasha deserved some payback for the way he was treating him, and the look of worry on his face with the thought that he may never fuck again if he can’t fix the problem was very entertaining at the moment. Besides, Sesshomaru was quite curious to see what his brother would come up with to remedy the situation.
Inuyasha really had little idea of what to do, but he decided that what had worked in the past should work now as well, if it was going to work at all. So he rubbed their cocks together - ever so gently - under the warm bath water, steady but slowly so as not to make things worse, waiting for a sign that his brother’s cock was reacting, but there was none. He couldn’t even detect a small twitch that would tell him the thing still had some life in it - nothing, and Inuyasha grew more worried by the minute.
Sesshomaru was finding it very amusing and he began to wash his brother’s hair as if completely disinterested in the activity, and also to distract himself from it so as not to unintentionally give himself away, while Inuyasha continued to stroke the lifeless cock with his own hardening one.
“What are you doing?” Inuyasha asked with frustration.
“Your hair is dirty, little brother; it needs washing.”
“We’ll never get anywhere if you don’t concentrate.”
“I’m afraid I am not in the mood right now,” he said as he rinsed Inuyasha’s hair.
“You’ve never not been in the mood before.”
Actually, Sesshomaru has not been in the mood many times. Apparently, Inuyasha didn’t realize that either. In fact, he had not been in the mood every night when Inuyasha awakened him with his nightmares and then insisted on sex to make him feel better, which Sesshomaru never denied him.
“Perhaps we should try again later,” Sesshomaru said and he lifted Inuyasha off his lap so he could get up to leave the bath. He grabbed a towel to dry off with and retreated to the bedroom leaving Inuyasha alone in the tub with nothing but his own thoughts.
As Inuyasha watched him leave, he felt a strong pang of guilt hit him square in his gut. He never meant to hurt his brother and now he was feeling very sorry for taking out his anger on him, but he wanted to make it up to him. He just had to talk to Miroku first.
To be continued…
Author's Note: Thank you to everyone who reviewed. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Enjoy.
Chapter Twenty-Four
It was early the next morning when Inuyasha awoke with his puppy laying next to him on the bed. He patted her gently and gave her a little kiss on the top of her head and then he turned to find his brother asleep next to him. He got up on his knees and proceeded to punch Sesshomaru in the chest, one blow after another.
Needless to say, Sesshomaru awoke immediately and shielded the blows to his body with his arms, so Inuyasha found other places to hit: head, arms, legs, and then got in an excellent shot to his brother’s balls until Sesshomaru was able to grab his hands to stop him.
“Inuyasha! What do you think you’re doing?!”
“Why did you tell the doctor? I told you not to tell!” he screamed with anger that Sesshomaru had not seen in him for a very long time.
“I thought it best for him to know.”
“Yeah, well, now everyone thinks I’m crazy!” he emphasized the words with more punches as he managed to free one of his arms from his brother.
“No one thinks you’re crazy -- stop hitting me!” Sesshomaru retrieved the arm once again and forced him to sit down on the bed. “It is important for the doctor to know everything -- I was only concerned about you.”
Inuyasha folded his arms in a huff and put an angry pout on his face as he spoke to his mate, “I didn’t want anyone else to know.”
“I am sorry, little brother; I did not do it to upset you. You must try to relax.” Sesshomaru leaned over to him and gave him a little kiss on the back of his neck. “Why don’t you join me for a hot bath?”
“I don’t want a bath.”
“It can be more than just a bath; there is much enjoyment from bathing with one’s mate,” he said while continuing to kiss his neck and getting a good whiff of his not quite fresh hair, “You can use a good bath, little brother.”
“Are you sayin’ I stink? I don‘t wanna bathe right now.”
“Fine, I will bathe alone,” he said with a sigh, and then yelled, “Jaken.”
The imp appeared instantly, “Yes, Lord Sesshomaru?”
“Prepare my bath, Jaken,” and he got out of bed to ready himself for a nice relaxing, albeit lonely bath.
“Right away, my lord.”
As Sesshomaru left for the bathing room, Inuyasha grabbed Jaken for a few words, “Go find Miroku and tell him I need to see him.”
“B… but I need to prepare Lord Sesshomaru’s bath.”
“Then ya better hurry up, toad.”
“Very well,” Jaken sighed, and he ran off to find the monk.
Only a few minutes later, Miroku was at the bedroom window. “Inuyasha,” he called rather too quietly for anyone but a dog demon to hear, and Inuyasha appeared quickly.
“Why don’t you try using the front door?” he asked the monk.
“I’d rather not bump into your brother -- I don’t think we’re on very friendly terms of late.” However, secretly he wouldn’t mind another punishment from the great Lord of the West.
“He’s taking a bath, don’t worry.”
“What is it you want?”
“I think I’m being possessed by a demon, and no one believes me.”
“A demon?”
“Yes, do you sense anything?”
“I can sense the demonic aura of the baby, but I don’t think there’s anything else.”
“No, it’s not a baby!”
“Well, it does appear to be very powerful for a child that hasn’t been born yet.”
“Can’t you do something?”
“I suppose I could perform an exorcism, but I doubt Sesshomaru will allow that.”
“Oh, fuck him! Why are you so scared of him all of a sudden anyway?”
“Scared isn’t exactly the right word. I just don’t think it would be wise for me to go against his wishes right now. Why don’t you ask him?”
“Dammit, fine.”
“In fact, I really shouldn’t be hanging around here at all. If he catches me…”
“What? What happened?”
“Nothing… I need to be going. Let me know when you’ve asked Sesshomaru,” and Miroku sprinted away from his once cozy, hiding spot.
Inuyasha walked back to his bed and sat down allowing his puppy to crawl onto his lap and get comfortable for a nap, but instead she gently pawed at his protruding belly and then gave a cute, wolf-like, high-pitched howl at it.
“You know what’s in there, don’t you? You‘re the only one who believes me,” he said to her, and he got up to join his brother in the bath for what was sure to be a disappointing talk.
xxxoooxxx
Deep in his thoughts and his hot bath, Sesshomaru tried to relax away his worries over his brother; and it would have worked if only he could get the slight detection of monk stench out of his nostrils. Miroku wouldn’t dare come back here after he had been threatened, would he? He had known the monk to be quite intelligent in the past; he would never do something that stupid. He decided that it was just the tub that needed a good scrubbing to remove the stench from his previous bath, and so added a few drops of some sweet-scented oil to the water to cover up the offending odor.
He laid back and closed his eyes, trying again to push the worries out of his mind, but they persisted. What was he going to do with a demented little brother/mate and a newborn demon baby to take care of? How did he manage to get himself into this? More importantly, what was he going to do about it? Inuyasha needed more and more care and attention as time passed -- is that why he has to die? He would not be of much use in his present state and certainly couldn’t take care of his own baby; it was starting to make sense, even if Sesshomaru didn’t like the logic. Life would be easier for him and the new baby without Inuyasha, though not preferable. It made sense that the perfect full-demon child would take the place of the weak, insane half-demon, and all would be right with the world. It seemed so cruel, so heartless, something the old Sesshomaru could easily accept, but difficult for the transformed version to wrap his head around. It was a theory that fit so perfectly into the old Lord of the West’s world -- it was simply the law of nature, survival of the fittest -- a world without a heart. However, Sesshomaru the mate did not want to trade in his flawed Inuyasha for a perfect demon child; he didn’t care what nature wanted; his Inuyasha was more important than perfection. So what was he going to do about it? And therein lies the problem. There simply wasn’t much he could do except try to make Inuyasha happy until the birth/death, which was not very reassuring.
Inuyasha still wanted to hear that word from his lips; the word he still couldn‘t bring himself to say. That one word that would make his little brother happier than anything he could do for him. Surely Sesshomaru could tell his mate he loves him before he gives his life to birth a child, couldn’t he? He decided to give it some more thought at a later date; maybe he could convince himself to make the sacrifice to his dying brother. After all, once Inuyasha is dead, Sesshomaru will go back to being his old self; his old, cold, heartless, uncaring self and none of this will matter anymore.
Then again, the two healers are not certain that Inuyasha will die, there is a chance that he will live through this, what then? They are both trying so hard to save his life. Maybe they are trying too hard. Maybe it would be best if they let Inuyasha die, especially if he’s going to live out his life in this deranged state he’s in. Maybe Sesshomaru should just let him die when the child is born. He isn’t sure he can do that though in his present state of mind; his heart won’t let him lose his little brother if he can stop it, and he may be able to persuade tensaiga to do just that -- he should at least try.
Sesshomaru has never been so conflicted in his thoughts; he has never had such a problem deciding on life or death. If he wanted someone dead, then he killed them, and if he didn’t then he let them live. The transformation he has gone through has made him unsure of himself and he can no longer trust himself to make the right decisions. He can only hope that the right answers will come to him when the time is at hand. For now, that is the best he can do.
He let out a deep sigh and opened his eyes to find Inuyasha standing in front of the tub with an apologetic pout on his face, and looking much less angry than when he had left him on the bed; so he raised his arms in invitation to join him in the soothing, warm water.
Inuyasha dropped his robe and stepped into the tub to join his brother; he waded thigh-high in the sweet smelling water into Sesshomaru’s outstretched arms and sat down on his lap, face to face so he could look into his eyes as he spoke to him, “Can we have sex now?” he asked.
Sesshomaru took the opportunity to teach his mate a little lesson, thinking he could at the very least, tell him how sorry he was for waking him up by clobbering him with a punch to his balls before he asked for makeup sex. “I am not sure I can be aroused after what you did to me this morning, Inuyasha. However, if you can give me an erection I will gladly make love to you,” he said in his usual flat tone hoping his brother would take the bait.
“You mean I broke it?” Inuyasha asked in horror.
“You hit me quite hard when I was completely defenseless, little brother; it is a very delicate instrument that must be handled with care.”
“I didn’t mean to injure it! I… I was just upset… I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Perhaps you can fix it.”
“What should I do? I don’t wanna hurt it more!”
“Just tend to it… gently, and we will see if it can come back to life.”
“I don’t know how to do that. What if I do more damage?!”
“You only need to do the things that I do to you… all the time. Surely you remember what makes you hard.”
“I… never really paid much attention to what you were doing. I just knew it felt good.”
Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow to that; he didn’t know Inuyasha was really that selfish. Didn’t he ever expect to return the favor of pleasing his mate sexually? Was Sesshomaru supposed to take care of everything for all eternity? Did Inuyasha never plan for the future? Funny, he never had a problem telling Sesshomaru how much he loved him; he said it a number of times, and yet -- except for once, which was more about his own curiosity than pleasing his mate -- he couldn’t show his love with some thoughtful actions. Did he think sex was only to please him? Suddenly Sesshomaru felt like some used sex slave, a pleasure prop, a life-sized, toy doll for giving instant orgasms that can be put away in a drawer after each use; and he was a little angry by Inuyasha’s admission, no not angry; he was hurt. It was time that little brother learned to think about someone else’s pleasure other than his own. “Well, I do hope this injury isn’t permanent. It would put quite a damper on our sex life,” Sesshomaru said, hoping to put a little scare into Inuyasha.
“Permanent! You don’t really think so, do you?!”
“I think we should try and find out, Inuyasha. You must have some idea on how to mend it; after all, it was your doing.”
“Okay, I’ll try,” Inuyasha said, with great worry in his voice and pained look on his face, but he gently straddled his legs over his brothers determined to make the poor, limp thing work once again. He wrapped his arms around his mate’s neck and kissed him slowly on the lips while inching his groin down closer to Sesshomaru’s broken tool in hope of reviving it with some crotch-to-crotch stimulation.
Sesshomaru knew very well that there was nothing wrong with his parts, but he thought that Inuyasha deserved some payback for the way he was treating him, and the look of worry on his face with the thought that he may never fuck again if he can’t fix the problem was very entertaining at the moment. Besides, Sesshomaru was quite curious to see what his brother would come up with to remedy the situation.
Inuyasha really had little idea of what to do, but he decided that what had worked in the past should work now as well, if it was going to work at all. So he rubbed their cocks together - ever so gently - under the warm bath water, steady but slowly so as not to make things worse, waiting for a sign that his brother’s cock was reacting, but there was none. He couldn’t even detect a small twitch that would tell him the thing still had some life in it - nothing, and Inuyasha grew more worried by the minute.
Sesshomaru was finding it very amusing and he began to wash his brother’s hair as if completely disinterested in the activity, and also to distract himself from it so as not to unintentionally give himself away, while Inuyasha continued to stroke the lifeless cock with his own hardening one.
“What are you doing?” Inuyasha asked with frustration.
“Your hair is dirty, little brother; it needs washing.”
“We’ll never get anywhere if you don’t concentrate.”
“I’m afraid I am not in the mood right now,” he said as he rinsed Inuyasha’s hair.
“You’ve never not been in the mood before.”
Actually, Sesshomaru has not been in the mood many times. Apparently, Inuyasha didn’t realize that either. In fact, he had not been in the mood every night when Inuyasha awakened him with his nightmares and then insisted on sex to make him feel better, which Sesshomaru never denied him.
“Perhaps we should try again later,” Sesshomaru said and he lifted Inuyasha off his lap so he could get up to leave the bath. He grabbed a towel to dry off with and retreated to the bedroom leaving Inuyasha alone in the tub with nothing but his own thoughts.
As Inuyasha watched him leave, he felt a strong pang of guilt hit him square in his gut. He never meant to hurt his brother and now he was feeling very sorry for taking out his anger on him, but he wanted to make it up to him. He just had to talk to Miroku first.
To be continued…