InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Last of Their Kind ❯ Dogs Bearing Gifts... ( Chapter 4 )
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By: HimeAndi 
The Brothers meet up again, but will the feel the same after a month apart?
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Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Martial Arts / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.20.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 9.3K | Visits: 786 | Status: Completed
The Brothers meet up again, but will the feel the same after a month apart?
Originating Image: Sesshou takes it...
http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/766/
All the chapters have images that go with them. You must be over 18 to view them at the hosting website.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Martial Arts / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.20.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 9.3K | Visits: 786 | Status: Completed
Hours after the sun rose, Kagome and the others found Inuyasha lying unconscious under a tree, not far from where he and his brother had spent the night. He was obviously wounded, but his friends weren't sure who had hurt him. They loaded him onto Kirara's back and took him to Kaede's village. Though they asked him repeatedly who he'd fought, what had happened; but Inuyasha refused to say more than the encounter was a draw… Though he healed quickly, Kagome noticed him watching the moon with a strange look in his eyes, as if he was counting the days and waiting impatiently for something…
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Jaken was pouting by the river's edge, tossing pebbles into the sluggish water. Rin was chattering at AiAun as it drank an astonishing amount of water, while Sesshomaru-sama leaned against a tree, eyes distant and almost dreamy. This was unprecedented; Sesshomaru-sama not clear minded, or focused? As if sensing his glance, Sesshomaru's eyes snapped to focus on Jaken, who immediately stepped backwards and tumbled into the river with a squawk.
“Jaken-sama! Jaken-sama!” Rin cried and splashed towards him, but he was swept away too quickly. He was gratified to see Sesshomaru move quickly to his feet and then start towards him but he was swept around a bend and lost sight of his party. He splashed and flailed, gripping his staff desperately; if he lived but lost it, Sesshomaru-sama would kill him anyway. He got a glimpse of the shore rushing by and redoubled his efforts to get to a bank; the river had only looked slow! He was moving so fast, and he was getting cold too… the water was freezing. Youkai or not, he was too small to stave off hypothermia for long.
Suddenly a branch hit his back and he grabbed it, spluttering. The branch suddenly flung him into the air and he wailed as he flew, then felt something grab him midair. He saw silvery white and smelled a familiar scent, a scent that made him sniffle happily.
“Sesshomaru-sama, you saved me!” he cried, then realized he was not being carried by Sesshomaru, but was being carried by Inuyasha. He looked up at the hanyou and gaped; why would his master's shiftless brother help him unless… he meant to harm him or use him against his beloved master! Jaken would never work against Sesshomaru-sama!
“Get your paws off me you wretched cur!” he cried and thrashed his arms, waving his staff madly about.
“Damn you're ungrateful aren't you, you toad!” Inuyasha scowled. He couldn't believe his luck; he hadn't figured out how to get to Jaken without alerting his brother's keen nose that he was near. He was supposed to meet Sesshomaru that night, but first he needed Jaken's help, pathetic as it sounded even to him. He took it as a good omen that the imp came floating by this way. He leapt from treetop to treetop until he was a decent distance away from the river and his brother's senses and dropped to the ground.
“Ok baka. I need your help. How do I open that pearl in my eye?” he said imperiously. Jaken blinked and stared at him, jaw dropping. He couldn't believe his ears. Why would Inuyasha want to open the gate to his father's tomb?
“I don't know; Sesshomaru-sama did it, you dolt! He used the staff…” instantly Inuyasha snatched the Staff of Heads and pressed Jaken to the ground with his foot.
`That's right, he tapped it and the guys head was making that creepy laugh and then the portal opened… But can I make it open or can only Sesshomaru do it?' He thought. Then there was the fact the damn pearl was inside his eye, and he didn't know how to get it out.
“Hey you… you, let me go! Sesshomaru-sama will punish you for this!” Jaken complained under his foot. Inuyasha looked down at the imp and then rapped him hard on the head, knocking him unconscious. Once the squawking was silent, he tied the tiny youkai to a tree branch and pondered his dilemma.
`I am the caretaker of the tomb, sorta. Me and Myoga-jiji… so, I should be able to get to the thing right? Sesshomaru pulled the pearl from my eye with force; but maybe I can just tell it to come out, since it's in me?' he grimaced and squinted with his left eye closed and concentrated, feeling rather silly. “Come on out, pearl… I need to see my dad's bones real fast.” he said gruffly.
Nothing happened.
He scowled and poked his eyelid. “Come on, get out of there!” he snapped. He opened his eye waited, cajoled and poked, blinked and some more, then clapped his hand over it; he would really hate to have to mutilate himself to get the damn thing out, but being hanyou, he knew he'd heal pretty fast… He steeled himself, not sure he could actually poke out his own eye just to get the damn pearl out but determined to try it as the last ditch effort…
Something felt wrong in his head. His vision went blurry and he dropped his hand blinking; and then gasped as the pearl popped free and into his palm. He squinted with his right eye closed now and grinned a toothy grin. “That's it! Ok then!” he dropped the thing and tapped it with the staff like his brother had all that time ago. The old man's face that hung on the staff opened its eyes and began to cackle, and then a large black portal opened. Inuyasha stared at Jaken and the green world around him for a moment before he jumped inside…
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Sesshomaru frowned slightly as he and Rin walked the bank of the river seeking Jaken to no avail. He couldn't scent the imp, and he was not responding to Rin's calls. There was no sign that the creature had gotten out of the river yet either; he eyed the swift water again, beginning to think his servant had succumbed to its cold embrace. He looked down at Rin's head as she walked beside him, calling with her little hopeful voice and sighed. He wondered if he shouldn't abandon his plans to wait for his brother; after all, he didn't really expect Inuyasha to come. He was sure the boy was probably feeling strange and unwilling to repeat his night of lustful incest.
The youkai shivered despite himself; he'd thought a great deal on that night, and the theory he had about it. He still felt that he was correct, but the frission that shook him when he thought about it was… alarming. That he'd desire his little brother so badly even after they had distance between them was surprising; he'd been certain distance would sever the connection that made them feel that lust. That he didn't care about the moral issue of touching his flesh and blood sexually was not so strange; he didn't have a humans view on incest. Sometimes youkai siblings had to breed in order to continue their race; it was a fact of life and it prevented him from feeling any real guilt over touching his brother that way. Still, he did acknowledge that his brother was part human, so the morality of it was not cut and dried… He grimaced as his flesh tingled yet again, distracting him from the task and thoughts at hand. Curse this damn reaction to his sibling; why was the allure of a being like himself so powerful that he couldn't even think clearly about it? He stopped walking and frowned.
He really shouldn't meet the hanyou. He should search for Jaken and stay away from Inuyasha, and regain his absolute control over mind and body. He should, he should, he should; but he wouldn't. He knew it and growled to himself. The only way to be free of his brother's allure was to kill him. And that was not possible. He actually cringed at the thought of it, where once he would have smiled; slaying his little brother, because of a chemical reaction neither could have predicted or controlled? To never again scent the smell of Inuyasha's skin, sweating with sexual tension, or hear the myriad of little sounds he made under and over and beside him…
“Sesshomaru-sama? You're bleeding!” Rin's voice cut through his thoughts. He looked down at her in confusion. Bleeding? The child timidly took his large hand in hers and turned it palm up, revealing four perfect punctures from his own claws, which were bleeding very nicely, bright red rivulets trailing over his hand and dripping to the ground below. He stared at them, shocked though his face showed nothing. Rin looked up at him with those huge worried eyes and he focused upon her face, forcing the lewd thoughts from his mind. He knelt slowly and nodded to her.
“Get some water from the stream to wash them, Rin. Hurry.” he said gently. She scurried to gather a bowl from the pack on AiAun's saddle and obey, as he breathed slowly, forcing his body to obey him. When she got back the wounds had started closing, and the bleeding had stopped, but he let her care for them, more to keep her distracted from her fear for Jaken than because he needed her help; he didn't need her help, of course.
“Sesshomaru-sama? Where is Jaken-sama? Why haven't we found him?” Rin asked with timid curiosity. He didn't reply, pulling his cleaned hand away and standing.
“Rin, you are to stay here. The dragon will guard you.” He said firmly. Rin nodded, assuming he was going to continue his search, and was leaving her because she slowed his progress. In fact, he assumed that the imp would find his way back to them, or else he'd feed the fish in the stream. At the moment he couldn't find it in him to worry anymore. He turned and headed for his rendezvous with a cold face and racing heart.
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Inuyasha was watching for his brother from the treetops. His belly was aflutter; what if the youkai didn't come after all? What if he came and things were back as they'd been before that day? He shook his head; Sesshomaru would come; and then he'd have to find a way to do it. He took a moment to wonder if he shouldn't have freed Jaken; Sesshomaru might be searching for him, and have chosen to save his servant before he came to the meeting place. “Dammit he'd better come anyway. Since when does he care that much about anything…” especially his little brother?
He heard a soft sound and looked down through the branches to see a flash of white and silver and sighed in relief. He watched as the youkai stopped and titled his head before reaching around to his left side and unlacing his armor. The plates hung and he tugged them free of the obi, then untied his haori, shrugging free of it as well. Inuyasha's eyes widened; Sesshomaru was stripping already? Was this an assumption that Inuyasha was coming and would be aroused or what? He snorted, but his eyes never left the form below, as more and more skin was revealed, until the youkai lord was wearing nothing but his ornately tied obi. Sesshomaru flicked his hair over his left side again, the barest hint of embarrassment in his eyes for a flash. Inuyasha jumped down and glared at him fiercely.
“You don't have to hide that you know.” he said suddenly. Sesshomaru's eyebrow lifted in curious surprise at the words. He was far from pleased to be disfigured; was he supposed to proudly display his stump of an arm, the eternal symbol of his greatest failure? Inuyasha stepped up to him, eyes bright as he slid one arm around his brother's narrow waist.
“I know it's my fault. And, I am sorry Sesshomaru. I am sorry I chose to do this to you just to beat you. But, you don't have to hide it from me either.” he said, voice softening until he was almost whispering, his face drawing closer as Sesshomaru's eyes turned away. The red haori and hakima were amazingly soft to the youkai's bare skin, not silken by any means, but nice anyway. Inuyasha's hand was pressed flat to the small of his back, warm and firm as he pulled on the taller youkai, snuggling their bodies together. The boys lips were also soft as he kissed the corner of his mouth then darted his tongue out to touch lightly, tasting his skin like a bird might. Sesshomaru couldn't help the tiny quiver that rose in response to the subtle, gentle approach his brother was making. Still, he flinched when Inuyasha lifted his hand and touched the shortened arm, inspecting the cleanly healed stump with his fingertips.
“Inuyasha… I'd rather you didn't… touch it.” He shuddered with effort to not jerk away from the hanyou; he'd already said too much, revealed his weakness about regretting the loss of his limb. Inuyasha slid his hand up his back then cradled the youkai's chin and shook his head.
“It is my fault, my shame not yours. And it doesn't make you less beautiful in anyone's eyes, Sesshomaru. Surely you know that?” Inuyasha said very seriously; his hand stroked the end of the stump then withdrew. He knew what he needed to know now…
“Inuyasha; it embarrasses me to be seen thus. It embarrasses me that you even mention it. I have learned to live with it, to fight and be whole despite it. But I will never look upon my own reflection with anything other than scorn and shame.” He said coolly. His eyes caught the boys and wouldn't let him look away. “Or do you wish to anger me into leaving; is that why you point my inadequacy out to me?”
“You are really dumb sometimes, Sesshomaru. Just so you know it.” Inuyasha smirked with false bravado and then stepped back, removing his clothes quickly. He was as uncomfortable about hearing his brother's words as the youkai was to utter them. His brother looked down, eyes clouded and ignoring the insult. This wasn't want he'd envisioned for this evening… He blinked as he felt hands on his thighs and focused on the top of Inuyasha's head as he rubbed his face on the youkai's flanks above the silk obi, which draped carelessly off his hips now that the armor plate was gone. The hanyou's hands drifted to tease along his hips, his stripes, back down to trail claws over his sleeping manhood… then pressed on his hipbones and pushed the baffled youkai backwards until he was leaning against a tree. Their tree, actually; the bark was scarred by both brothers' claws as they'd gripped and ripped the tree in their more passionate moments; the gouges were a secret symbol of their claim on each other.
“I want to do this my way. So you better grab that branch and let me do what I want, understand?” Inuyasha growled threateningly as he looked up his brother's body and pointed at a sturdy branch by his head. Sesshomaru lifted a brow with curiosity but obeyed, his hand winding around the branch as ordered. The hanyou smirked and looked back down, his hands stroking the sleek thighs firmly. He leaned in again and ran his tongue along the crease of Sesshomaru's flank, right over the obi and up to where a rosy stripe traced from his back to the front, and then followed the dark and sensitive skin, dragging his upper fangs along the skin. The youkai shivered at the sensation, a tingle of pleasure shooting through him as his brother repeated the process on the other hip. His hands moved to the sides of his knees and thighs, claws digging in hard enough to leave welts even on Sesshomaru's skin.
The youkai's eyes had regained their shine as he watched his little brother tease his skin, and he slung his hips forward a bit, back slouched against the tree trunk as the hanyou's chin barely brushed the base of his shaft while he moved from one hip to another. Inuyasha traced his tongue down his groin and down beside his balls, before he slid a hand under them, lifting and massaging gently and lapping at the skin, liking how tight they were already. The soft moan his brother uttered was nice but too subdued. The hanyou nuzzled his shaft then slowly sucked it into his mouth, working to make it harden quickly. Sesshomaru hummed and let his eyes close, the warm mouth and soft tongue on his skin stimulating him nicely. He felt the hazy lust wake fully in his belly, stretching and flooding his veins like liquid fire. All other concerns, all thoughts of anything but his brother's mouth on his manhood, his claws on his skin were lost. All he cared for now was the sensation pouring over him in shuddering waves.
Inuyasha held his thighs and moved his head slowly as he suckled and moved his tongue over the sensitive skin, eyes closing as he concentrated on what he was doing, how to wring more sensation from his tongue and lips. Sesshomaru's legs tensed and his toes curled into the grass as his brother worked harder, his hand coming up to stroke as he moved his mouth over the now erect member, hooking his lips around the head. Sesshomaru made another louder sound that encouraged Inuyasha to slide his hand down his brother's right leg then sling it up and over his shoulder, the obi draped over his right hip now. The youkai simply shifted his weight to his left leg and rolled his head to the side. The familiar yet enjoyable shivers of sensation washing over him with each pull of Inuyasha's mouth on his shaft made his bones melt and his blood boil. Inuyasha pulled his mouth off and licked his fingers, then slid his lips back over the throbbing erection. As clawed fingers inched back behind his testicles, Sesshomaru made a tiny noise of protest; he was supposed to be dominant here, wasn't he? But he couldn't seem to move or even speak to stop his brothers invading fingers.
Inuyasha could almost read his brothers mind and actually felt odd about being so forceful, but he had reasons for taking control; besides he was enjoying this, he enjoyed pleasuring the deadly creature before him, making him moan and shudder desirously. It made him shudder with pleasure himself, even though he wasn't even touching his own body; his brother's pleasure was his own for the moment. He wormed his fingers against his brother's opening and then pressed inside, lustful instinct and his desire to please guiding him to unerringly find the spot Sesshomaru had so enthusiastically worked for him and his pleasure. Instantly he felt his shaft jump against the roof of his mouth, and tasted the salty drops announcing his brother was enjoying his actions despite his protests. He slowed his mouth and pressed more urgently on that little gland, feeling his brother's hips moving in time with him as his brother gasped and moaned beautifully in response. The youkai's skin was shivering with waves of hot and cold, his nipples hardening pleasantly from the resultant chills. Sesshomaru licked his lips and panted with growing excitement and moved his hips closer to his brother's mouth in gentle encouragement.
Inuyasha shivered with repressed hunger; but he had to wait, he had to hold onto his own control for once. He didn't look up when he heard the snap of the branch breaking in Sesshomaru's hand; he was too intent on pushing his sibling over the edge with his hands and his mouth. Sesshomaru's hand dove into Inuyasha's hair, his thumb and forefinger stroking a delicate, velvet soft ear and finding a strange gratification in how the hanyou purred in his throat at the caress. His eyes snapped open when he felt the warmth around him envelop him whole as Inuyasha swallowed the entire length. The youkai's fangs bared as he jerked his hips into the boy's mouth, eyes fading as his nerves flared with sheer pleasure, shuddering as the pressure in his belly erupted. Inuyasha swallowed and tightened his throat as he moved his fingers in a circular motion inside his brother's entrance, adding to the youkai's orgasm.
Sesshomaru's arm and legs trembled as he arched his back, driving his manhood back and forth in his brother's mouth, making gasping pleasure filled sounds as the moment snapped and ended pleasantly but far too soon. Sesshomaru's head rolled back as he gasped for air; he was surprisingly relaxed now, and his tension over the unpleasant talk before Inuyasha had attacked him so eagerly had vanished completely. He glanced down and lifted a brow as the hanyou licked his way back off the softening length in his mouth, lapping the white drops off of the blushing skin and soothing him into a glowing and limp state… he couldn't even stand upright now.
`Yeah, rest up, Sesshomaru. Not sure why you'd be so damn tired but I'm not complaining… yet.' Inuyasha thought with a hentai's smirk as he pulled the pleasantly exhausted youkai down and lay with him, watching his brothers golden eyes close contentedly. When his chest was rising and falling with shallow evenness, the hanyou slipped away and crept off before running with all the speed he could force from his legs.
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Inuyasha couldn't know that Sesshomaru was having a much harder time with their physical dilemma than anyone could imagine. It was not the morality of the thing; he was not human, and didn't live by human ideals of right and wrong, especially towards sex. Even though he'd come to have feelings for his once unregardeed sibling, Sesshomaru was baffled all the way around by the whole situation. He understood nothing more than the pair of them were reacting to chemicals inside their blood; the rest confused and even frightened him. He was angry with himself for desiring his brother so much; he had caught himself thinking endlessly of the boys scent, the taste of his skin, the planes of his back as he writhed under him. He had not slept in days now, so distracted by this meeting and all its possible outcomes that he couldn't relax. He felt foolish and angry about it… and yet he didn't care at the same time. He wouldn't allow his exhaustion, mental and physical to show though, so not even the sharp eyed hanyou could see he was actually quite sleep deprived.
But now his body betrayed him. He tried to stay conscious, but he couldn't even voice a protest as he brother laid him on his side, nuzzling him and making a soft crooning sound that only furthered his final surrender to the waiting blackness…
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The wind was cold, and dusty; the light was bright but had no source. Below him was a patch of brightness; he pulled his lips back from his huge fangs and arched his massive body down to crush the bright figure below him. Triumph flooded his body; finally, at last, he'd be the last and greatest of his kind. Then he felt it; tugging, and a strange numb pain racing up his left foreleg. Almost before he could roll his huge eyes to catch the darting form he'd intended to crush, he saw a flash of white and felt something… wrong. Another tugging and then blinding pain as he fell, vision blurry as shock immediately set in. Instantly he was rolling back on three feet, the smell of his own blood stinging his nose as it poured like a waterfall from the stump of his leg. He saw the severed limb, now a slender humanoid arm lying upon his own father's bones and the shock was replaced by rage as he glared at the figure in red again. He would kill the whelp and retrieve his limb in short order; this was merely an excuse to make Inuyasha's death more painful. He lunged to attack again only to be driven back with a fierce swipe of the very sword he'd come here to obtain, which slashed his chest open with a clean and shallow cut. He couldn't stop his body as it went into an instinctive protective mode, forcing him from the scene of the greatest humiliation he'd ever suffered…
The blackness descended again, but he still felt something wrong with his left arm… but that was not possible. He didn't have a left arm. He moaned softly, confused and trying to wake. A burning and tugging, a too horribly familiar sensation surged through the stump of his left arm, and he snarled, swiping with his claws instinctively at a shadowed figure hunched over him as he sat up, eyes wide and glowing crimson…
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Inuyasha grabbed his belly as he knelt next to his brother's body, and gagged as blood rose from his slashed stomach, spilling down his lips as Sesshomaru snarled and glared with huge red eyes, obviously not coherent. The hanyou lifted his own claws and deflected his next strike to his belly, but at the expense of having his left arm laid open to the bone. He couldn't even yell to get the enraged youkai to notice his plight, because he couldn't get any air into his lungs; they were filling with blood as well. Luckily the scent of his blood slammed into his brother's brain, and alerted him to wake.
Sesshomaru blinked and then stared in utter confusion as his eyes focused in time to watch as Inuyasha vomited a thick stream of blood, holding his belly closed with bleeding arms. What the hell had just happened? He reached to hold the boy up and then stared, chills creeping over him. He froze, eyes fixed not on the hanyou, but on his left arm, which was somehow reattached. He lifted his blood stained hands, and bent all ten fingers slowly; yes, they were responding, albeit sluggishly. His eyes moved to Inuyasha, who was looking at him from the corners of his eyes despite how badly hurt he was, a tiny gleam of smug triumph showing in their golden depths even in his agony.
The youkai pulled the wounded hanyou to him, gently wiping the blood from his chin. “I am at a complete loss little brother. I don't know how you did this thing; but I do know you deserved better than what I've just done to you in my sleep-filled ignorance.” he grabbed his fur and wound it around the shivering Inuyasha, hiding his worry that he had hurt the boy too badly for him to recover this time.
“I didn't expect… you to attack the instant… the instant the arm touched you. I had to hold your shoulder and the… the arm, and I couldn't fend you off.” he coughed and Sesshomaru again hid his alarm as more blood bubbled down his chin. “You just slashed; even before… the damn thing was set properly; then it turned on me too,” Inuyasha voice was a hoarse whisper as he panted; he didn't feel so good. He was breathing is short gasps, shaking as he descended into shock. Sesshomaru shook his head and laid him back on the ground.
“Do not move. I need Tenseiga.” he stated, his expression and voice cold as ice. He walked briskly to his discarded swords and pulled the blade free. He stared at it and sent it a silent request for assistance; then he turned and eyed the form of his brother for a moment. The hanyou was watching him, eyes dull and skin pale from blood loss and disappointment over his brother's cold behavior. His belly was gaping open in six places; for some reason he wasn't healing at all. Sesshomaru himself would have stopped bleeding so badly by now at the very least. The youkai sensed the boy's sigh of resignation and felt cold.
“Inuyasha… you aren't… leaving, are you?” Sesshomaru suddenly asked, his voice soft and eloquent of rejection and even pain. Inuyasha's eyes moved to his but he couldn't reply. Sesshomaru licked his lips then straightened his back to its normal stiff posture. “You cannot leave this world; you cannot leave me, Inuyasha; I won't have it.” he said and lifted Tenseiga, preparing to try and preempt its normal use as a reviver of the dead, and heal his ailing sibling instead. However he felt the blade tremble and then groan in his hand. Inuyasha's eyes widened and his lips quivered as if he wanted to speak. Sesshomaru felt he normal pulse that Tenseiga usually gave off when it desired to be used; but this time it rattled the youkai's arm like an earthquake. He spared a glance at the blade and then curved it around before him, his eyes mirroring the amazement in his dying brother's gaze.
Instead of a slender kitana, he held a huge fang, a perfect match to its brother blade Tessaiga. He smelled his father in the fluffy fur around the pommel and felt his presence in the gleaming demonic ivory of the gigantic blade. He looked at his fading brother and smiled widely before he swung the sword in a high arch then down across his body, its path paralleling the angle of the wounds that split the boys belly.
Inuyasha's back arched as a sensation of freezing cold hit the gashes. He lifted his hands as a golden light enveloped him in warmth, even as his body was wracked with all the pain he'd have endured over the entire time it would have taken to heal completely. He writhed and whimpered, biting his lips to hold in a scream, claws curling and eyed squeezing shut. He felt a thud next to him as Sesshomaru's knees hit the ground, Tenseiga dropped from his grip, and then arms wound around him, a hand stroking his hair and his ears soothingly. The hanyou looked up at last and stared evenly into his brother's eyes. They stared at each other for a while until Inuyasha lowered his gaze to inspect the reattached left arm.
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Jaken was pouting by the river's edge, tossing pebbles into the sluggish water. Rin was chattering at AiAun as it drank an astonishing amount of water, while Sesshomaru-sama leaned against a tree, eyes distant and almost dreamy. This was unprecedented; Sesshomaru-sama not clear minded, or focused? As if sensing his glance, Sesshomaru's eyes snapped to focus on Jaken, who immediately stepped backwards and tumbled into the river with a squawk.
“Jaken-sama! Jaken-sama!” Rin cried and splashed towards him, but he was swept away too quickly. He was gratified to see Sesshomaru move quickly to his feet and then start towards him but he was swept around a bend and lost sight of his party. He splashed and flailed, gripping his staff desperately; if he lived but lost it, Sesshomaru-sama would kill him anyway. He got a glimpse of the shore rushing by and redoubled his efforts to get to a bank; the river had only looked slow! He was moving so fast, and he was getting cold too… the water was freezing. Youkai or not, he was too small to stave off hypothermia for long.
Suddenly a branch hit his back and he grabbed it, spluttering. The branch suddenly flung him into the air and he wailed as he flew, then felt something grab him midair. He saw silvery white and smelled a familiar scent, a scent that made him sniffle happily.
“Sesshomaru-sama, you saved me!” he cried, then realized he was not being carried by Sesshomaru, but was being carried by Inuyasha. He looked up at the hanyou and gaped; why would his master's shiftless brother help him unless… he meant to harm him or use him against his beloved master! Jaken would never work against Sesshomaru-sama!
“Get your paws off me you wretched cur!” he cried and thrashed his arms, waving his staff madly about.
“Damn you're ungrateful aren't you, you toad!” Inuyasha scowled. He couldn't believe his luck; he hadn't figured out how to get to Jaken without alerting his brother's keen nose that he was near. He was supposed to meet Sesshomaru that night, but first he needed Jaken's help, pathetic as it sounded even to him. He took it as a good omen that the imp came floating by this way. He leapt from treetop to treetop until he was a decent distance away from the river and his brother's senses and dropped to the ground.
“Ok baka. I need your help. How do I open that pearl in my eye?” he said imperiously. Jaken blinked and stared at him, jaw dropping. He couldn't believe his ears. Why would Inuyasha want to open the gate to his father's tomb?
“I don't know; Sesshomaru-sama did it, you dolt! He used the staff…” instantly Inuyasha snatched the Staff of Heads and pressed Jaken to the ground with his foot.
`That's right, he tapped it and the guys head was making that creepy laugh and then the portal opened… But can I make it open or can only Sesshomaru do it?' He thought. Then there was the fact the damn pearl was inside his eye, and he didn't know how to get it out.
“Hey you… you, let me go! Sesshomaru-sama will punish you for this!” Jaken complained under his foot. Inuyasha looked down at the imp and then rapped him hard on the head, knocking him unconscious. Once the squawking was silent, he tied the tiny youkai to a tree branch and pondered his dilemma.
`I am the caretaker of the tomb, sorta. Me and Myoga-jiji… so, I should be able to get to the thing right? Sesshomaru pulled the pearl from my eye with force; but maybe I can just tell it to come out, since it's in me?' he grimaced and squinted with his left eye closed and concentrated, feeling rather silly. “Come on out, pearl… I need to see my dad's bones real fast.” he said gruffly.
Nothing happened.
He scowled and poked his eyelid. “Come on, get out of there!” he snapped. He opened his eye waited, cajoled and poked, blinked and some more, then clapped his hand over it; he would really hate to have to mutilate himself to get the damn thing out, but being hanyou, he knew he'd heal pretty fast… He steeled himself, not sure he could actually poke out his own eye just to get the damn pearl out but determined to try it as the last ditch effort…
Something felt wrong in his head. His vision went blurry and he dropped his hand blinking; and then gasped as the pearl popped free and into his palm. He squinted with his right eye closed now and grinned a toothy grin. “That's it! Ok then!” he dropped the thing and tapped it with the staff like his brother had all that time ago. The old man's face that hung on the staff opened its eyes and began to cackle, and then a large black portal opened. Inuyasha stared at Jaken and the green world around him for a moment before he jumped inside…
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Sesshomaru frowned slightly as he and Rin walked the bank of the river seeking Jaken to no avail. He couldn't scent the imp, and he was not responding to Rin's calls. There was no sign that the creature had gotten out of the river yet either; he eyed the swift water again, beginning to think his servant had succumbed to its cold embrace. He looked down at Rin's head as she walked beside him, calling with her little hopeful voice and sighed. He wondered if he shouldn't abandon his plans to wait for his brother; after all, he didn't really expect Inuyasha to come. He was sure the boy was probably feeling strange and unwilling to repeat his night of lustful incest.
The youkai shivered despite himself; he'd thought a great deal on that night, and the theory he had about it. He still felt that he was correct, but the frission that shook him when he thought about it was… alarming. That he'd desire his little brother so badly even after they had distance between them was surprising; he'd been certain distance would sever the connection that made them feel that lust. That he didn't care about the moral issue of touching his flesh and blood sexually was not so strange; he didn't have a humans view on incest. Sometimes youkai siblings had to breed in order to continue their race; it was a fact of life and it prevented him from feeling any real guilt over touching his brother that way. Still, he did acknowledge that his brother was part human, so the morality of it was not cut and dried… He grimaced as his flesh tingled yet again, distracting him from the task and thoughts at hand. Curse this damn reaction to his sibling; why was the allure of a being like himself so powerful that he couldn't even think clearly about it? He stopped walking and frowned.
He really shouldn't meet the hanyou. He should search for Jaken and stay away from Inuyasha, and regain his absolute control over mind and body. He should, he should, he should; but he wouldn't. He knew it and growled to himself. The only way to be free of his brother's allure was to kill him. And that was not possible. He actually cringed at the thought of it, where once he would have smiled; slaying his little brother, because of a chemical reaction neither could have predicted or controlled? To never again scent the smell of Inuyasha's skin, sweating with sexual tension, or hear the myriad of little sounds he made under and over and beside him…
“Sesshomaru-sama? You're bleeding!” Rin's voice cut through his thoughts. He looked down at her in confusion. Bleeding? The child timidly took his large hand in hers and turned it palm up, revealing four perfect punctures from his own claws, which were bleeding very nicely, bright red rivulets trailing over his hand and dripping to the ground below. He stared at them, shocked though his face showed nothing. Rin looked up at him with those huge worried eyes and he focused upon her face, forcing the lewd thoughts from his mind. He knelt slowly and nodded to her.
“Get some water from the stream to wash them, Rin. Hurry.” he said gently. She scurried to gather a bowl from the pack on AiAun's saddle and obey, as he breathed slowly, forcing his body to obey him. When she got back the wounds had started closing, and the bleeding had stopped, but he let her care for them, more to keep her distracted from her fear for Jaken than because he needed her help; he didn't need her help, of course.
“Sesshomaru-sama? Where is Jaken-sama? Why haven't we found him?” Rin asked with timid curiosity. He didn't reply, pulling his cleaned hand away and standing.
“Rin, you are to stay here. The dragon will guard you.” He said firmly. Rin nodded, assuming he was going to continue his search, and was leaving her because she slowed his progress. In fact, he assumed that the imp would find his way back to them, or else he'd feed the fish in the stream. At the moment he couldn't find it in him to worry anymore. He turned and headed for his rendezvous with a cold face and racing heart.
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Inuyasha was watching for his brother from the treetops. His belly was aflutter; what if the youkai didn't come after all? What if he came and things were back as they'd been before that day? He shook his head; Sesshomaru would come; and then he'd have to find a way to do it. He took a moment to wonder if he shouldn't have freed Jaken; Sesshomaru might be searching for him, and have chosen to save his servant before he came to the meeting place. “Dammit he'd better come anyway. Since when does he care that much about anything…” especially his little brother?
He heard a soft sound and looked down through the branches to see a flash of white and silver and sighed in relief. He watched as the youkai stopped and titled his head before reaching around to his left side and unlacing his armor. The plates hung and he tugged them free of the obi, then untied his haori, shrugging free of it as well. Inuyasha's eyes widened; Sesshomaru was stripping already? Was this an assumption that Inuyasha was coming and would be aroused or what? He snorted, but his eyes never left the form below, as more and more skin was revealed, until the youkai lord was wearing nothing but his ornately tied obi. Sesshomaru flicked his hair over his left side again, the barest hint of embarrassment in his eyes for a flash. Inuyasha jumped down and glared at him fiercely.
“You don't have to hide that you know.” he said suddenly. Sesshomaru's eyebrow lifted in curious surprise at the words. He was far from pleased to be disfigured; was he supposed to proudly display his stump of an arm, the eternal symbol of his greatest failure? Inuyasha stepped up to him, eyes bright as he slid one arm around his brother's narrow waist.
“I know it's my fault. And, I am sorry Sesshomaru. I am sorry I chose to do this to you just to beat you. But, you don't have to hide it from me either.” he said, voice softening until he was almost whispering, his face drawing closer as Sesshomaru's eyes turned away. The red haori and hakima were amazingly soft to the youkai's bare skin, not silken by any means, but nice anyway. Inuyasha's hand was pressed flat to the small of his back, warm and firm as he pulled on the taller youkai, snuggling their bodies together. The boys lips were also soft as he kissed the corner of his mouth then darted his tongue out to touch lightly, tasting his skin like a bird might. Sesshomaru couldn't help the tiny quiver that rose in response to the subtle, gentle approach his brother was making. Still, he flinched when Inuyasha lifted his hand and touched the shortened arm, inspecting the cleanly healed stump with his fingertips.
“Inuyasha… I'd rather you didn't… touch it.” He shuddered with effort to not jerk away from the hanyou; he'd already said too much, revealed his weakness about regretting the loss of his limb. Inuyasha slid his hand up his back then cradled the youkai's chin and shook his head.
“It is my fault, my shame not yours. And it doesn't make you less beautiful in anyone's eyes, Sesshomaru. Surely you know that?” Inuyasha said very seriously; his hand stroked the end of the stump then withdrew. He knew what he needed to know now…
“Inuyasha; it embarrasses me to be seen thus. It embarrasses me that you even mention it. I have learned to live with it, to fight and be whole despite it. But I will never look upon my own reflection with anything other than scorn and shame.” He said coolly. His eyes caught the boys and wouldn't let him look away. “Or do you wish to anger me into leaving; is that why you point my inadequacy out to me?”
“You are really dumb sometimes, Sesshomaru. Just so you know it.” Inuyasha smirked with false bravado and then stepped back, removing his clothes quickly. He was as uncomfortable about hearing his brother's words as the youkai was to utter them. His brother looked down, eyes clouded and ignoring the insult. This wasn't want he'd envisioned for this evening… He blinked as he felt hands on his thighs and focused on the top of Inuyasha's head as he rubbed his face on the youkai's flanks above the silk obi, which draped carelessly off his hips now that the armor plate was gone. The hanyou's hands drifted to tease along his hips, his stripes, back down to trail claws over his sleeping manhood… then pressed on his hipbones and pushed the baffled youkai backwards until he was leaning against a tree. Their tree, actually; the bark was scarred by both brothers' claws as they'd gripped and ripped the tree in their more passionate moments; the gouges were a secret symbol of their claim on each other.
“I want to do this my way. So you better grab that branch and let me do what I want, understand?” Inuyasha growled threateningly as he looked up his brother's body and pointed at a sturdy branch by his head. Sesshomaru lifted a brow with curiosity but obeyed, his hand winding around the branch as ordered. The hanyou smirked and looked back down, his hands stroking the sleek thighs firmly. He leaned in again and ran his tongue along the crease of Sesshomaru's flank, right over the obi and up to where a rosy stripe traced from his back to the front, and then followed the dark and sensitive skin, dragging his upper fangs along the skin. The youkai shivered at the sensation, a tingle of pleasure shooting through him as his brother repeated the process on the other hip. His hands moved to the sides of his knees and thighs, claws digging in hard enough to leave welts even on Sesshomaru's skin.
The youkai's eyes had regained their shine as he watched his little brother tease his skin, and he slung his hips forward a bit, back slouched against the tree trunk as the hanyou's chin barely brushed the base of his shaft while he moved from one hip to another. Inuyasha traced his tongue down his groin and down beside his balls, before he slid a hand under them, lifting and massaging gently and lapping at the skin, liking how tight they were already. The soft moan his brother uttered was nice but too subdued. The hanyou nuzzled his shaft then slowly sucked it into his mouth, working to make it harden quickly. Sesshomaru hummed and let his eyes close, the warm mouth and soft tongue on his skin stimulating him nicely. He felt the hazy lust wake fully in his belly, stretching and flooding his veins like liquid fire. All other concerns, all thoughts of anything but his brother's mouth on his manhood, his claws on his skin were lost. All he cared for now was the sensation pouring over him in shuddering waves.
Inuyasha held his thighs and moved his head slowly as he suckled and moved his tongue over the sensitive skin, eyes closing as he concentrated on what he was doing, how to wring more sensation from his tongue and lips. Sesshomaru's legs tensed and his toes curled into the grass as his brother worked harder, his hand coming up to stroke as he moved his mouth over the now erect member, hooking his lips around the head. Sesshomaru made another louder sound that encouraged Inuyasha to slide his hand down his brother's right leg then sling it up and over his shoulder, the obi draped over his right hip now. The youkai simply shifted his weight to his left leg and rolled his head to the side. The familiar yet enjoyable shivers of sensation washing over him with each pull of Inuyasha's mouth on his shaft made his bones melt and his blood boil. Inuyasha pulled his mouth off and licked his fingers, then slid his lips back over the throbbing erection. As clawed fingers inched back behind his testicles, Sesshomaru made a tiny noise of protest; he was supposed to be dominant here, wasn't he? But he couldn't seem to move or even speak to stop his brothers invading fingers.
Inuyasha could almost read his brothers mind and actually felt odd about being so forceful, but he had reasons for taking control; besides he was enjoying this, he enjoyed pleasuring the deadly creature before him, making him moan and shudder desirously. It made him shudder with pleasure himself, even though he wasn't even touching his own body; his brother's pleasure was his own for the moment. He wormed his fingers against his brother's opening and then pressed inside, lustful instinct and his desire to please guiding him to unerringly find the spot Sesshomaru had so enthusiastically worked for him and his pleasure. Instantly he felt his shaft jump against the roof of his mouth, and tasted the salty drops announcing his brother was enjoying his actions despite his protests. He slowed his mouth and pressed more urgently on that little gland, feeling his brother's hips moving in time with him as his brother gasped and moaned beautifully in response. The youkai's skin was shivering with waves of hot and cold, his nipples hardening pleasantly from the resultant chills. Sesshomaru licked his lips and panted with growing excitement and moved his hips closer to his brother's mouth in gentle encouragement.
Inuyasha shivered with repressed hunger; but he had to wait, he had to hold onto his own control for once. He didn't look up when he heard the snap of the branch breaking in Sesshomaru's hand; he was too intent on pushing his sibling over the edge with his hands and his mouth. Sesshomaru's hand dove into Inuyasha's hair, his thumb and forefinger stroking a delicate, velvet soft ear and finding a strange gratification in how the hanyou purred in his throat at the caress. His eyes snapped open when he felt the warmth around him envelop him whole as Inuyasha swallowed the entire length. The youkai's fangs bared as he jerked his hips into the boy's mouth, eyes fading as his nerves flared with sheer pleasure, shuddering as the pressure in his belly erupted. Inuyasha swallowed and tightened his throat as he moved his fingers in a circular motion inside his brother's entrance, adding to the youkai's orgasm.
Sesshomaru's arm and legs trembled as he arched his back, driving his manhood back and forth in his brother's mouth, making gasping pleasure filled sounds as the moment snapped and ended pleasantly but far too soon. Sesshomaru's head rolled back as he gasped for air; he was surprisingly relaxed now, and his tension over the unpleasant talk before Inuyasha had attacked him so eagerly had vanished completely. He glanced down and lifted a brow as the hanyou licked his way back off the softening length in his mouth, lapping the white drops off of the blushing skin and soothing him into a glowing and limp state… he couldn't even stand upright now.
`Yeah, rest up, Sesshomaru. Not sure why you'd be so damn tired but I'm not complaining… yet.' Inuyasha thought with a hentai's smirk as he pulled the pleasantly exhausted youkai down and lay with him, watching his brothers golden eyes close contentedly. When his chest was rising and falling with shallow evenness, the hanyou slipped away and crept off before running with all the speed he could force from his legs.
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Inuyasha couldn't know that Sesshomaru was having a much harder time with their physical dilemma than anyone could imagine. It was not the morality of the thing; he was not human, and didn't live by human ideals of right and wrong, especially towards sex. Even though he'd come to have feelings for his once unregardeed sibling, Sesshomaru was baffled all the way around by the whole situation. He understood nothing more than the pair of them were reacting to chemicals inside their blood; the rest confused and even frightened him. He was angry with himself for desiring his brother so much; he had caught himself thinking endlessly of the boys scent, the taste of his skin, the planes of his back as he writhed under him. He had not slept in days now, so distracted by this meeting and all its possible outcomes that he couldn't relax. He felt foolish and angry about it… and yet he didn't care at the same time. He wouldn't allow his exhaustion, mental and physical to show though, so not even the sharp eyed hanyou could see he was actually quite sleep deprived.
But now his body betrayed him. He tried to stay conscious, but he couldn't even voice a protest as he brother laid him on his side, nuzzling him and making a soft crooning sound that only furthered his final surrender to the waiting blackness…
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The wind was cold, and dusty; the light was bright but had no source. Below him was a patch of brightness; he pulled his lips back from his huge fangs and arched his massive body down to crush the bright figure below him. Triumph flooded his body; finally, at last, he'd be the last and greatest of his kind. Then he felt it; tugging, and a strange numb pain racing up his left foreleg. Almost before he could roll his huge eyes to catch the darting form he'd intended to crush, he saw a flash of white and felt something… wrong. Another tugging and then blinding pain as he fell, vision blurry as shock immediately set in. Instantly he was rolling back on three feet, the smell of his own blood stinging his nose as it poured like a waterfall from the stump of his leg. He saw the severed limb, now a slender humanoid arm lying upon his own father's bones and the shock was replaced by rage as he glared at the figure in red again. He would kill the whelp and retrieve his limb in short order; this was merely an excuse to make Inuyasha's death more painful. He lunged to attack again only to be driven back with a fierce swipe of the very sword he'd come here to obtain, which slashed his chest open with a clean and shallow cut. He couldn't stop his body as it went into an instinctive protective mode, forcing him from the scene of the greatest humiliation he'd ever suffered…
The blackness descended again, but he still felt something wrong with his left arm… but that was not possible. He didn't have a left arm. He moaned softly, confused and trying to wake. A burning and tugging, a too horribly familiar sensation surged through the stump of his left arm, and he snarled, swiping with his claws instinctively at a shadowed figure hunched over him as he sat up, eyes wide and glowing crimson…
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Inuyasha grabbed his belly as he knelt next to his brother's body, and gagged as blood rose from his slashed stomach, spilling down his lips as Sesshomaru snarled and glared with huge red eyes, obviously not coherent. The hanyou lifted his own claws and deflected his next strike to his belly, but at the expense of having his left arm laid open to the bone. He couldn't even yell to get the enraged youkai to notice his plight, because he couldn't get any air into his lungs; they were filling with blood as well. Luckily the scent of his blood slammed into his brother's brain, and alerted him to wake.
Sesshomaru blinked and then stared in utter confusion as his eyes focused in time to watch as Inuyasha vomited a thick stream of blood, holding his belly closed with bleeding arms. What the hell had just happened? He reached to hold the boy up and then stared, chills creeping over him. He froze, eyes fixed not on the hanyou, but on his left arm, which was somehow reattached. He lifted his blood stained hands, and bent all ten fingers slowly; yes, they were responding, albeit sluggishly. His eyes moved to Inuyasha, who was looking at him from the corners of his eyes despite how badly hurt he was, a tiny gleam of smug triumph showing in their golden depths even in his agony.
The youkai pulled the wounded hanyou to him, gently wiping the blood from his chin. “I am at a complete loss little brother. I don't know how you did this thing; but I do know you deserved better than what I've just done to you in my sleep-filled ignorance.” he grabbed his fur and wound it around the shivering Inuyasha, hiding his worry that he had hurt the boy too badly for him to recover this time.
“I didn't expect… you to attack the instant… the instant the arm touched you. I had to hold your shoulder and the… the arm, and I couldn't fend you off.” he coughed and Sesshomaru again hid his alarm as more blood bubbled down his chin. “You just slashed; even before… the damn thing was set properly; then it turned on me too,” Inuyasha voice was a hoarse whisper as he panted; he didn't feel so good. He was breathing is short gasps, shaking as he descended into shock. Sesshomaru shook his head and laid him back on the ground.
“Do not move. I need Tenseiga.” he stated, his expression and voice cold as ice. He walked briskly to his discarded swords and pulled the blade free. He stared at it and sent it a silent request for assistance; then he turned and eyed the form of his brother for a moment. The hanyou was watching him, eyes dull and skin pale from blood loss and disappointment over his brother's cold behavior. His belly was gaping open in six places; for some reason he wasn't healing at all. Sesshomaru himself would have stopped bleeding so badly by now at the very least. The youkai sensed the boy's sigh of resignation and felt cold.
“Inuyasha… you aren't… leaving, are you?” Sesshomaru suddenly asked, his voice soft and eloquent of rejection and even pain. Inuyasha's eyes moved to his but he couldn't reply. Sesshomaru licked his lips then straightened his back to its normal stiff posture. “You cannot leave this world; you cannot leave me, Inuyasha; I won't have it.” he said and lifted Tenseiga, preparing to try and preempt its normal use as a reviver of the dead, and heal his ailing sibling instead. However he felt the blade tremble and then groan in his hand. Inuyasha's eyes widened and his lips quivered as if he wanted to speak. Sesshomaru felt he normal pulse that Tenseiga usually gave off when it desired to be used; but this time it rattled the youkai's arm like an earthquake. He spared a glance at the blade and then curved it around before him, his eyes mirroring the amazement in his dying brother's gaze.
Instead of a slender kitana, he held a huge fang, a perfect match to its brother blade Tessaiga. He smelled his father in the fluffy fur around the pommel and felt his presence in the gleaming demonic ivory of the gigantic blade. He looked at his fading brother and smiled widely before he swung the sword in a high arch then down across his body, its path paralleling the angle of the wounds that split the boys belly.
Inuyasha's back arched as a sensation of freezing cold hit the gashes. He lifted his hands as a golden light enveloped him in warmth, even as his body was wracked with all the pain he'd have endured over the entire time it would have taken to heal completely. He writhed and whimpered, biting his lips to hold in a scream, claws curling and eyed squeezing shut. He felt a thud next to him as Sesshomaru's knees hit the ground, Tenseiga dropped from his grip, and then arms wound around him, a hand stroking his hair and his ears soothingly. The hanyou looked up at last and stared evenly into his brother's eyes. They stared at each other for a while until Inuyasha lowered his gaze to inspect the reattached left arm.
“Does it work right? Did it hurt you?” he asked, touching the skin and finding it cold, and a little stiff. Sesshomaru curled his fingers and winced as they creaked like an old tree in a high wind. Inuyasha frowned; something was wrong with it, impossible as it seemed, and he sagged in defeat. “I suppose it was foolish of me to even try…” he was startled as Sesshomaru growled and lifted his chin sharply, forcing Inuyasha to look at him, despite how hard it was for both of them to for him to be so openly emotional.
“You are no fool in my eyes, Inuyasha. You can have no idea what this gesture means to me. I do not know what spurred me to attack you, but I will admit I was…” His eyes showed how he'd felt, though he couldn't say the words. “I am sorry you were injured. Still I am curious; how did you get it back, and why didn't you just bring it to me in the first place?” he asked to try and deflect the emotion that was trying to squeeze his chest.
“I was worried that you'd pull a “too proud to take my arm back” act, and it was sorta supposed to be a surprise.” Inuyasha said with a shrug. He couldn't look up; he didn't want his brother's keen eyes to see his face. He knew it was probably foolish, his reason for making the youkai whole; and it wasn't because of Sesshomaru's vanity. He feared his sibling would see his crushing need to be accepted by him. He didn't even want him as a lover, well he did when they were this close; he wanted Sesshomaru to care about him, to care for him. He rubbed his now whole belly and grimaced; he should have known better, that's all there was too it. He should have waited until this tryst was over, and dropped it at his brother's feet and fled. Sesshomaru would have been so busy dealing with shock and reattaching the thing he'd have gotten clean away.
Sesshomaru stared into space as he pondered the boy's words and weighed them against his actions. He felt that something was missing, that Inuyasha was not lying but was holding back something; but was he withholding from fear or embarrassment? The youkai knew he was unapproachable, but he was not one to care very much for others needs. He had nothing he ever intended to give anyone; if someone needed what was his, they had better it seek elsewhere. What was Sesshomaru's, Sesshomaru kept… he felt Inuyasha tensing in his loose embrace and focused on the bowed head so close to his face. He nuzzled Inuyasha's temple and sighed.
“I can understand why you had such reservations, little brother.” he said softly, the hanyou's scent and warm skin drawing his mind from the troubling thoughts. His fur was still wrapped around Inuyasha's slender shoulders, and wound around one leg, but his ass and thighs were bare against Sesshomaru's legs and belly. The youkai lifted his left arm, which felt somewhat numb, as if he'd slept upon it a full night, and ran it up the boys leg, eyes closing as he concentrated. He couldn't feel the fine white hairs he knew lightly furred the hanyou's leg, but he could detect the silken fine skin react to his touch. He smiled, eyes still closed as he let his hand drift higher, over the knee and up his thigh, curving to the inside…
Inuyasha's eyes snapped to the wandering hand, cold on his skin but warmer than before. He watched it slide higher and higher, and felt Sesshomaru's breath in his ear. The usual lassitude, the hazy lack of focus and inability to do anything other than try and please his brother was gone for some reason, but hovered at the edge of his mind. He knew it would return soon, and didn't bother to worry about why it was currently so weak. He hesitated a moment and then dropped his own hand over the one on his thigh. “Sesshomaru, I'm covered in blood; the ground stinks of it…” he said softly. He just knew the youkai was going to snap at him, the moment was ruined for certain; but the blood was his own and it was making him sick and scared to smell it. He squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for the eruption of temper he was sure was coming…
“Gomen, little brother. It is rather heavy right here.” His eyes snapped open as the Lord of the Western Lands stood with him in his arms and padded to the pool close-by, ignoring the fur as he stepped into its cool depths and then stood Inuyasha on his own feet. The hanyou stared with confused eyes as Sesshomaru pulled the fur away and then gently rubbed one end of it over his skin, using it to scrub the dried blood away. His hands followed the fur, smoothing over his skin as he watched his progress with intense focus. The boy bit his lip; Sesshomaru was acting so strange, and he had been since they'd first spoken today. This… concern for him, this kindness was so not like him even in the reaction of their proximity; Inuyasha was now fearing that the damn arm was fake, possibly planted by Naraku in case someone gave the thing back to Sesshomaru… What a clever way to gain control over the youkai at last.
“Do you… are you feeling okay, Sesshomaru? Hasn't the arm warmed up yet?” He asked hesitantly, not sure he should voice his fears. The youkai lifted a brow and shook his head.
“It is warming, and feeling less like wood and more like flesh every moment, and I am fine. I just haven't slept in a few days.” he said then bent his head to scrub a stubborn spot of blood, hiding his face from his shocked brothers eyes. They stood in silence as Inuyasha rubbed the blood from his face and neck, the water around them dark and ominous from all of it washing from his skin. He stared down at Sesshomaru's head as the youkai inspected his flat stomach for scars, and traced his spread fingers over the skin lightly in an imitation of the slashes he'd made earlier, raising goosbumps on Inuyasha's skin. The hanyou rested his hand in the sleek silver locks and caressed his scalp; the shock of being near eviscerated was wearing off and the usual soft wash of sheer pleasure in his brother's presence was reasserting itself, forcing the worry and doubt about his sibling's behavior to wash away with the blood smearing his body.
Sesshomaru about purred under his touch and stood facing him, his left hand diving into his hair and tangling in the white strands. He still wore the obi, and Inuyasha felt the silk sliding between his legs, pulled by the gentle current that had already washed the blood away. It was soft and tickled him intimately, making him shiver a little. His hand still massaged Sesshomaru's scalp as the youkai wound his cold fingers over the back of his neck. He obligingly moved closer, lifting his head and closing his eyes as he was pulled flush against the warm flesh before him, a hand sliding over his hips and around behind him to cup his ass and press his hips against Sesshomaru's silk-clad ones. He let his free hand drop slowly down his brother's side, liking the textures of his skin, clear and striped. Their bodies molded together comfortably, even though the obi's ornate tie kept them from totally touching.
They rested close together until at the same moment they headed for shore, and untangled their hair and arms, wringing themselves dry. Sesshomaru went and gathered his clothes and nodded to Inuyasha to do the same then padded a short way to a different tree, where he hung the silks and the damp fur from some branches. As Inuyasha followed his lead Sesshomaru lifted his arm and peered at the point where the avulsion had happened. He was pleased to see that there was only a small hairline scar; even youkai eyes wouldn't see it after a few weeks of adjustment. He dragged his nails across the still too pale skin and nodded; sensation was increasing and the blood was flowing stronger. Despite not decaying, the arm truly was dead; the delay in the renewal of the arm was probably due to the fact that his body was trying to completely replace the dead flesh and he was already exhausted, slowing the tedious process more. He made a fist and winced; he could feel the protests in the new muscles and ligaments, but he was just gratified he felt anything at all from the limb.
Inuyasha watched the inspection and the soft smile he was certain Sesshomaru wasn't aware he was making. He felt the glow of success that had taken him when he'd found the cold stiff limb in their fathers tomb wash over him again. Since he hadn't died after all, he even forgave and forgot the near disemboweling he'd received as a thank you for bringing it back. Slowly he slid up behind Sesshomaru and wound his arms around his waist, one hand rising to tease his nipples while the other found his member under the wet obi. Sesshomaru rested a hand over the hand on his chest, the other reaching back to pinch his ass cheek playfully.
“I'm here little brother. It is just still a shock, as I am sure you can understand.” He said and turned his head to look down over his shoulder at the curious golden eyes peering up at him. Inuyasha waited a moment then slid around in front of him and looked up earnestly. Sesshomaru didn't understand what the boy's eyes were asking of him, and he didn't really want to talk anymore. He rested a finger to the boy's lips then leaned down and nibbled an ear as he pulled him close again. Their inhuman constitutions had already shaken off the cold water's effects and both were warm once more as they nestled together, Inuyasha quivering at the sensations Sesshomaru's lips on his ear caused. His hands slid up his brothers arms as Sesshomaru pulled him closer, one hand worming between them to find his softly stirring shaft. Inuyasha bit his lip as he felt fingers wind around him, stroking with gentle instance that he harden, now.
“I think you've earned something Inuyasha… don't let it go to your empty little head though, ne?” Sesshomaru chuckled into the soft furry ear, his hand deftly sliding down the responding length, then pulling back up and repeating the process. Inuyasha make a small huffing noise, so Sesshomaru pressed his shoulders with his other arm until they were on their knees. He trailed his lips down the hanyou's cheek, licking where his youkai stripes would appear when he transformed, then pressed his cheek to Inuyasha's, pushing his head aside so he could drag his fangs down the column of ivory skin and muscle, finding the fluttering pulse point and resting his fangs upon it. His hand squeezed Inuyasha's member as he licked and sucked the skin hard. The hanyou gasped and then moaned as that cold left hand swept up his back and then back down caressingly, his brother's fangs digging into his skin as he suckled heat to the surface. He licked his lips and clung to Sesshomaru's hip and upper arm, whimpering in confusion and a little pain from the hickey.
Sesshomaru could taste a hint of blood coming right through the skin from his suckling, and smirked against the boy's neck. “You're so damn delicate, little brother. Why does that make me want to hurt you in ways that you'll never regret?” His soft laugh would normally have made Inuyasha see red, but for now he could only growl softly himself.
“You're an ass, Sesshomaru…” his eyes widened as Sesshomaru pulled back until his mouthful of flesh popped free of his lips wetly, and then nipped the boy's jaw. His hand came to the end of Inuyasha's now firm shaft, his thumb rubbing a circle on the head, distracting the hanyou from the flare of anger he'd felt at his brothers words. The reluctant moan he uttered made Sesshomaru shiver; he moved to kiss his brothers parted lips, tongue teasing along the hanyou's. Inuyasha's hips squirmed closer to his body, hands tugging on his shoulders. The youkai purred against his open mouth.
“You are always so impatient!” Inuyasha sucked his tongue and grabbed at his own member, but he pulled away completely. “No, I'm not ready yet, boy.” Inuyasha panted and watched as he slid down, pushing him back to his elbows at the same time, until he smirked at the thick erection that begged for his attentions. He licked up the side then swirled his tongue over the smooth head, hands firmly holding Inuyasha's hips still. He teased the first few inches incessantly, refusing to take him deeper, and holding him from thrusting in himself. As he worked the whimpering, begging hanyou, he was also about drooling on him, saliva coating the shaft so it gleamed in the moonlight.
Inuyasha's eyes watched him with desperation. When Sesshomaru rose away from him he growled, eyes flashing red and blue; he had to make his brother stop this teasing! Just as he gathered to rise and take his brother by force if needs be, Sesshomaru straddled his lap and grasped his slick length. His eyes widened in shock as the youkai slowly impaled himself on him, his golden eyes half closing as he wriggled down over the startled Inuyasha's shaft. His cheeks flushed at the sensation's flooding him, the pressure inside his orifice and the rubbing on the gland inside were surprisingly pleasurable. He balanced on his toes and rocked over his brother's lap, eyes moving to look down at Inuyasha's stunned yet pleasured face.
“Do you object?” Sesshomaru gasped as Inuyasha sat upright and slid his arms around the slender hips. The hanyou shook his head and tried to buck his hips up, but Sesshomaru's position over him prevented this. The youkai controlled their pace, sliding his body back and forth over the shaft within him, his own erection rubbing against Inuyasha's stomach with every motion. He'd tensed up at the start; he'd not realized the act might feel so… odd and it had hurt a little. Now though he shivered and licked his lips as pleasure grew with each movement, the shaft inside him scarping the sensitive ring of muscles at his entrance then brushing the gland inside, adding to the sweet tension in his belly. He slung his arms around Inuyasha's shoulder and felt the hanyou claim his mouth, kissing him with a melting, slow warmth. He felt the hands at his hips moving over his back and ass, one sliding up to stroke his back, the other to tease his stretched entrance with delicate claws.
Inuyasha moaned softly as he felt his own claws against his shaft while he stroked the skin around his brother's tender opening. He couldn't believe how good it felt to be inside his brother at last, it made their oral play seem weak and pale by comparison. He trembled constantly, his ears folded flat to his head as he focused on how he felt, Sesshomaru's lips on his, his shaft against his belly, his own shaft inside the crushing heat of Sesshomaru's body. Sesshomaru's fingers dug into his skin, and he trembled harder yet.
“Sess… It's so hot and good…” he purred against his lips. Sesshomaru shivered at this kinky little utterance; he agreed with his brother. The heat inside him was making him melt; he was having a little trouble controlling himself now. He wanted to have the boy drive him, and he knew Inuyasha wanted to as well. That was why he refused to give in; he was not going to be the bitch, no matter what Inuyasha did to him. He controlled what they did to each other, no matter who penetrated whom. Inuyasha didn't really care about the politics; he whimpered and begged Sesshomaru to move faster, or let him thrust himself, anything to gain his release.
“Still… being selfish?” Sesshomaru gasped and dropped his hand to his neglected erection, stroking himself in time with his rocking on the shaft inside him. His head rolled back as the tension in his belly tightened, his skin shimmering with waves of hot and cold, his other hand clawing Inuyasha's back. The hanyou blinked as Sesshomaru ground himself down harder on him, his movements suddenly jerking and abrupt. The hanyou scooted down and began to thrust a bit into his brother, hissing with pleasure as he watched Sesshomaru's face flush in response. He held the youkai's hips with one hand and shoved the hand off his sibling's manhood, taking him into his grasp and stroking in time with the small surges he was limited to by their position.
“Who's… selfish?” Inuyasha gasped. His brother's belly hitched at his touch and he tightened around him, the heat and pressure almost too much to endure. Sesshomaru growled and leaned back hard, holding himself up by his hands behind him and driving into Inuyasha's hard shaft, fangs bared as he threw all his controls away. They battled as fiercely as they ever had on a battle field but this time was a draw. Inuyasha howled and jerked up into his brother's body as he exploded, his hand squeezing the youkai's member in a spastic grip as Sesshomaru's back bowed and he climaxed as well, biting his lips with his fangs as he shook above him. Inuyasha sat up further and pulled him forward then collapsed backwards, pulling the youkai with him and breaking their connection; somehow it was more important to hold the drooping Sesshomaru to him, and to feel his sweat slick skin by his own than to stay seated in that delicious heat any longer. He smiled as he licked his cum-covered fingers contentedly.
Sesshomaru's exhaustion was making little black dots swim in his vision as he felt Inuyasha push his hair off his damp face. He looked at his brother curiously; he couldn't hear what the boy was saying, he couldn't even care about the smears of semen on his belly and slowly tricking from his body. He struggled to speak, but he simply was unable to do more than smile weakly and relent to the blackness…
Inuyasha was alarmed when his brother passed out; what the hell was wrong with him? He'd never seen Sesshomaru so tired; then again he'd never seen Sesshomaru sleep at all. He'd even wondered sometimes if the youkai even could sleep. Now he rested his head on his chest, calming as he heard the slowing thump of his heart beating. He rested a while and then went and bathed himself before coming back and carrying his brother to the stream. Sesshomaru didn't even flinch at the cold water as Inuyasha washed him, cheeks red at the intimacy of getting their mingled juices off his sibling's skin. He carried the limp form back to their new tree and laid him over the oddly dry fur; the thing must be bespelled or something. He watched Sesshomaru sleep peacefully then lay next to him, his head on the now whole left shoulder and drifted off himself.