InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Last of Their Kind ❯ Don't Tell Me You Love Me ( Chapter 6 )

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InuYasha wakes to tragedy, but refuses to give up hope... can he make his brother feel alive again?

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Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Martial Arts / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.20.2005 | Pages: 6 | Words: 12.9K | Visits: 656 | Status: Completed

“Have a good life Inuyasha. You finally defeated me, if only you knew it.” He murmured. “But I'll be damned if I let you watch me die. That I will do alone, and retain what is left of my pride.I leave our line to you, as father wanted.” Kirarapuffed at his words and looked down helplessly at the sleeping Kagome and Inuyashaas Sesshomaru'sform faded into the wet darkness…

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Inuyasha woke sniffing. He knew instantly that Kagome was in his arms, Kirara was huddled close by and that Sesshomaru was gone. His eyes opened slowly; he was not really surprised that his brother had left. Saddened but not surprised. He looked down at Kagome's peaceful face and smiled a true wide and fulfilled smile; at last they were together. He'd never really hoped to regain Kagome's heart, after he'd flat decided to be with Kikyo so long ago. He had known quickly that that was a foolish choice, yet he'd stubbornly refused to let go of his loyalty to the undead miko time and again.

Hindsight was a bitch-goddess, and she laughed at you for the rest of your life.

He yawned and nestled closer to Kagome, glad for the warmth of his haori for her sake. She murmured and pressed closer to him, her hand wound in his hair and looking content. He resettled to sleep, but was restless.

Something was wrong, but he didn't know what it could be…

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The sun was not up yet when he woke again. The sky was bleeding red, adding to the ominous, worried flutter in his belly. Kagome snuggled closer to him, her eyes opening slowly. He brushed her bangs back and smiled gently.

“I didn't mean to wake you… Kagome, do you feel ok? Are you in pain?” He asked. She smiled and shook her head.

“No, I am fine, I think. Inuyasha, where is Sesshomaru? He didn't have to leave; or was he supposed to leave…”

“… I don't know why he went but… I don't know; Kagome, can you sense something wrong? I have a bad feeling, I can't explain…”

“Because something is wrong with your brother? Yeah I sensed that. Maybe we should go after him?” She suggested. He looked torn between relief and embarrassment. She grabbed his head and kissed him warmly, then whispered against his lips. “Don't be embarrassed. I'd hope you cared about him after what I saw, what we did last night, Inuyasha.” He pulled away and smiled. “Let's get dressed, ok?” She suggested.

The first delay came as they found that Kagome's clothes had been in the rain all night. She sat huddled in his haori as he brought them to her, blushing as he dangled her shredded bra from his fingers. She muttered angrily about the absent Sesshomaru's ignorance of how to get it off, and sighed. Inuyasha wrung her clothes out as best he could, but they would take hours to dry, and he did not want to wait hours to search for Sesshomaru. Kagome grumbled some more and stood, sliding her arms into the haori and knotting the ties tightly. Inuyasha had secretly always loved to see her this way; her legs were shapely and a mile long and the haori only fell to mid-way down her thigh. It was nice to be able to look at her like this and not be fighting off Shikon no Kakera riddled morons at the same time.

He donned his damp shirt and hakima, then padded to the meadow, and sighed. The rain had washed the trail away. He had no idea which way Sesshomaru had gone, and his scent was very faint at best. He looked back and forth and pondered; which way…

“Inuyashaaaah! Kirara wants us to go this way!” Kagome called. He turned and blinked at the neko-youkai as Kagome waved from her back. Kirara looked very purposeful and urgent. She growled and nodded her head to the north. Inuyasha didn't waste time; she had sensed it too then, that Sesshomaru was in danger. He leapt to her back and snuggled to Kagome's body as Kirara took off, vaulting high and with enough speed to enforce Inuyasha's idea that Sesshomaru must have let something slip in the cat's earshot.

The question he had was not only what his brother had said, but why he would slip and speak in front of Kirara at all. Surely the inu-youkai knew that the neko-youkai was not stupid or unable to “tell” them she'd heard something; she communicated rather well actually. It would be nice if, just this once, she could speak a tongue he or Kagome could understand, but failing that, her actions told him how urgent it was to find the ailing Sesshomaru.

Kagome clung to the short mane over Kirara's withers and turned her head to nuzzle Inuyasha's cheek; she was worried about Sesshomaru, but she was also happy, very happy, that she and Inuyasha had finally admitted their affection to each other. Her arm rose and wrapped around his neck as he held her tighter in his arms, making soft humming grunts in her ear. Like much of his odd behaviors, she liked it, finding the soft puffs of sound in her ear soothing as they made a shiver of warm joy flood her veins. She assumed this was some youkai behavior, and accepted it as being unique and special, like her Inuyasha himself was.

“Kagome, I am so happy, I don't know what to do… I can't even describe it.” His arms squeezed her slightly harder for a few seconds. “But, I am torn, because I am really worried about Sesshomaru too…” He described the odd exhaustion his brother had displayed since they met under their tree the evening before, how the youkai fell into a deep sleep the instant they climaxed, and was very hard to wake again, about how pale he seemed to Inuyasha's sensitive, preternatural eyes, and how he wondered if giving his brothers arm back might not be responsible for some of this oddness. Kagome did not flinch when Inuyasha mentioned how the brothers had been having sex, apparently a lot of sex, but she still felt a little confused about it. How had it even begun, this change in the formerly violent and bitter relationship the half-brothers had once shared?

Inuyasha felt her subtly shifting, and could guess why she was uncomfortable; despite his brief, candid account of the last 24 hours, he was uncomfortable himself. He could only imagine how strange, even sick the relationship between himself and Sesshomaru must seem to her. He didn't know what to say about it, and hoped she didn't ask him why he'd been sleeping with his brother.

Kirara growled and dropped lower; Inuyasha sniffed and caught Sesshomaru's scent in the air. Kirara, Kagome and Inuyasha all scanned the land below for a flash of silver or red, but it was a flash of metal that caught their eyes. Kirara dove so fast that Kagome felt like she was on a rollercoaster; Inuyasha was off her back and running before the girl could register the fact that Sesshomaru indeed there, lying cradled in his fur with Tokijin jabbed into the earth at his head and Tenseiga held across his chest. She slid off the cats back and ran over, slinging her backpack with her, and wondered if her medical supplies had any hope of helping here.

Inuyasha tripped in his urgency as he approached his brother, and crawled the last few feet to Sesshomaru's side. Leaning up over the youkai, the boy rested a hand on a smooth striped cheek and froze.

It was impossible. There was no way this could be true.

“Sesshomaru?” He moved his hand in front of his brother's nose and mouth, but felt no exhalation of air. He began to shake with horrified denial; how could this happen? Sesshomaru couldn't be dead… he couldn't just die like that, it wasn't possible!

“Wake up dammit… Wake up! You can't just die, you can't just leave me after… you told me you cared now, Sesshomaru, you fucking liar! You can't do this to me!” He said, his voice rising until he was screaming, shaking the youkai by the shoulders as Kagome watched with wide shocked eyes. The Hanyou leapt to his feet and kicked his brothers still form before he threw his head back and howled. Kagome cringed, clapping her hands over her ears; Kirara hissed and shot backwards as if retreating before the scream of despair rising from Inuyasha's throat. He spun around, facing away from Kagome and fell to his knees again, huddling and shaking; he just couldn't understand this.

Sesshomaru was fine the night before! He was tired sure, but being tired was not a fatal condition! He looked over his shoulder, looking for any marks that might indicate his brother had fought and been wounded after leaving that morning; it was possible that in an exhausted state Sesshomaru could be overcome by another powerful demon. However, other than his hair being tossed about from being shaken, Sesshomaru looked serene and immaculate.

Kagome knelt and checked for a pulse, just in case, but even before she touched him she knew Sesshomaru really was dead. He was pale bluish and had obviously been dead at least couple of hours too, because his skin had barely any warmth left. His face was peaceful; with an odd little smile that made her think he'd been happy in his last moments. Her eyes were stinging; she hated to see anyone die needlessly, and she knew somehow in her soul that Sesshomaru's death was needless. She dearly wished Sango was here to explain why a seemingly healthy youkai in his prime could drop dead this way.

She looked up and then blinked rapidly to dispel her tears as she noticed Inuyasha was trying to hold his grief inside, obviously ashamed to weep before her. She crawled over to him and clasped him from behind, as she had so often done to try and comfort him when things went to hell. He covered his face with his hands when she stroked his hair and remained silent; she had no idea what to say to him, no concept of how to comfort him. She shuddered at the idea of her little brother Souta dying so suddenly; she'd be devastated.

Inuyasha was finding he couldn't accept this turn of events. He couldn't believe what he couldn't understand. But the worst part was this feeling he had, deep in his belly, that he was the reason Sesshomaru had died. It couldn't be a coincidence that they had started their new relationship only one month before the youkai's life ended. The first time they'd had sex, all that first nights' events came back to him, and he ground his teeth to hold his control. Sesshomaru hadn't wept even when he was watching his little brother die; he'd just taken Tenseiga and…

Taken Tenseiga…

Taken Tenseiga and prevented Inuyasha from dying…

“Of course!” he shouted, stunning Kagome so badly she fell over behind him. He leapt to his feet as she stared at him, wondering if his wits had snapped. The hanyou ran to his brother's body and bent over him, reaching for the grip of the blade cradled in Sesshomaru's arms. As his fingers touched the bindings around the handle, a light erupted from it; a light that crackled and hissed angrily, illuminating the clearing with a blue-white glare. Inuyasha's hand snapped back in shocked pain; Tenseiga had a barrier on it?! Why hadn't Toutousai or Myoga-jiji told him about this?

“What happened?” Kagome asked as she stepped up next to him. Inuyasha inspected his hand, grimacing as he saw the burns on his fingertips. Kagome dug in her bag, intending to apply burn cream, but he shook his head.

“I have to use the damn thing, so save it for after I do this… I wonder why Tenseiga won't let me touch it? Sesshomaru used it on me, just tonight… and it worked fine, so it isn't like the thing doesn't like me in particular…” the hanyou mused. He jumped as Kagome yelled next to him.

“Sesshomaru used Tenseiga on you last night? Why?!” she screeched. Her hands were clasped before her, eyes wide with anger and worry; had the brothers fought or made each other ill and if so, now that Sesshomaru was dead was Inuyasha doomed to follow him into death? She had finally gained his heart and full trust, and he might be dying too? Inuyasha waved his arms at her.

“Because I almost died, stupid! He was dreaming about something bad I guess, and he gutted me real good in his sleep! It was an accident Kagome!” He explained before turning back to the dilemma of dealing with Tenseiga's barrier; he was just going to have to do this fast. If Sesshomaru could endure Tessaiga's barrier for a few seconds at a time, he certainly could handle Tenseiga's barrier for a moment too. His worry was that the sword wouldn't work, would refuse to obey the hand of someone other than its master. He couldn't accept it if it failed; it just had to work for him…

Kagome let the issue of Inuyasha almost dying, and Sesshomaru's innocence in this event lie for now. She turned her mind to the dilemma they faced right now. Tessaiga had a barrier against full demons; any human could handle it, although it would not transform for a human, nor could humans access the swords full power. Only Inuyasha or Sesshomaru could wield Tessaiga's true power, and Sesshomaru usually paid heavily for touching it. So, was this barrier on Tenseiga a reverse of the one on Tessaiga? Was the barrier rejecting the human in Inuyasha? She blinked as the puzzle resolved as if by magic; it made perfect sense.

“Inuyasha, I think I know why the barrier is there. Imagine if a corrupt human got his hands on a sword that not only heals, but can resurrect the dead, a sword that protects the one who carries it from death in battle? It would be a disaster! Your father was wiser in his choice over which of you got Tessaiga and Tenseiga than either of you suspected. No human could ever get Tenseiga away from Sesshomaru, and no youkai should have access to Tessaiga, ever.” Kagome noted quietly. Before he could really think this over, she knelt and laid a finger on the gleaming black sheath and then jerked back as the barrier crackled to life. Inuyasha yanked her to her feet with a snarl.

“I didn't need a damn demonstration of your idea, Kagome; it makes sense to me!” he snapped, grabbing her hand and blinking at the burn on her finger; she was burnt far worse than he'd been but that could just be her frailty, not the violence of Tenseiga's rejection of a human touch. “Get your damn stuff ready, for both of us. And Kirara, be ready, we may have to drag him to Sango and Kaede, you know?” he said, turning purposefully. He moved Sesshomaru's arms away from the blade and took a moment to stare at the cool lifeless face of his brother. He didn't have a patron deity, because no gods had ever come to his aid before in his violent past, but he prayed nonetheless that this worked to any deity who would listen.

Quickly, moving with more speed than Kagome could remember him ever using before, Inuyasha grasped Tenseiga's haft and pulled it from the sheath, grinding his teeth as it sang its displeasure, smoke rising from his hand and his blood dripping down the blade. He knew nothing of what to do now that he had it in hand, so he stared at Sesshomaru, praying for guidance. Quite suddenly he felt as if someone was holding his wrist, and pushing his head down slightly, changing the angle that he used to look at his brothers body.

`Do you see them, Inuyasha? Imps from hell, come to take him to eternal darkness? There and there?' a deep and oddly familiar voice said in his head. He stared, ignoring the pain that was climbing up his arm now, ignoring the voice itself for the most part and just listening to its words… and he did see them. His eyes narrowed to catch them clearly, ugly little imps that reminded him of Jaken were crawling all over his brother's corpse. They were tugging the tassels of his armor, stroking his cheeks, perched on his legs like playful children. Tenseiga pulsed in his hand and he snarled with rage at the little beasts, swinging the sword at them; the imps screamed silently, disintegrating much like youkai shattered in Tessaiga's path did. He swung again, as a few more imps appeared and snarled, clinging to Sesshomaru's armor possessively.

`Yes, that didit! Now drop the blade, Inuyasha, it is burning your hand off… drop it…' the voice faded yet the words continued in his ears…

“Drop it Inuyasha! Drop it!” Kagome was yelling, shaking his arm at the elbow. He shook his head and obeyed, staring as the color came back to Sesshomaru's bluish skin, and his chest slowly began to rise and fall. Kagome stared as well as Sesshomaru's face moved, displaying confusion then shock as he sat up…

“Nanda?” he muttered then saw Inuyasha and Kagome staring at him; his little brothers hand was still smoking as if he'd been burnt, and the miko's eyes were like saucers in her face. He saw Tenseiga on the ground by Inuyasha and put it together quickly. He looked back to the incredulous hanyou's face and his eyes narrowed in... anger?

“How very kind of you; you've cursed me to die again in a few weeks, Inuyasha. Thank you very much.” The youkai said dryly.

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After much bullying and demanding, and even some outright force, the still weak and stonily silent Sesshomaru was loaded onto Kirara's back with Kagome and they set off to find Rin before taking the Inu-youkai to Kaede's village. The child was right where Sesshomaru had left her; Jaken had gotten loose and was there as well, spluttering and confused as his master's younger brother ordered Rin and himself to mount up and follow them. The tiny demon realized no explanations were forthcoming as Sesshomaru transferred himself to AiAun's back, holding Rin in front of him to the child's delight. She was shushed at the start of their flight and stayed obediently silent the entire way, which was not that far actually.

The amazement of their friends was nothing to the horror of the villagers to find Sesshomaru and his entourage in their midst. Everything about the youkai lord screamed death to the superstitious and cowering peasants. They fled before his foot hit the ground, causing him to smile for the first time since he'd been resurrected.

“Inuyasha! What is the meaning of this!?” Kaede barked, planting her solid bulk before the hanyou. Inuyasha glared at her in return. His mood was foul; his hand was still in immense pain, not to mention how confused and hurt his heart was and he didn't need Kaede's attitude too now.

“Sesshomaru is here as my guest and he won't kill anyone, so shut up, ok?” he snapped. The old priestess looked at Sesshomaru then Rin, who was staring around curiously, lingering close behind the youkai who was absently resting a hand on her shoulder. Jaken was laying on the ground close by, the victim of Sesshomaru large fist to his head in an attempt to silence him for a while; he had no patience for Jakens arrogant yet ignorant babbling right now. AiAun was nosing some tussocks of grass with one head while the other peered about warily.

She just didn't like it.

But Kaede really couldn't say no. Inuyasha had gone from being the scourge of her village fifty years ago to being its savior more than once in these last few years. Kagome and the others had helped them all a great deal, and to be honest, she knew of Sesshomaru even though she had not really dealt with him. His fame was widespread, and it was known that he did not actually kill wantonly. He was no rampaging murderer, but a cultured being of sorts. However he would kill if offended or threatened; it was the former that worried her. Peasants were skittish around their betters and often were executed for ridiculous reasons. They had little in the way of genteel manners, and she didn't want her villagers killed because of a misunderstanding by the arrogant and highly ranked Sesshomaru.

“If Sesshomaru will agree to restrain himself and not kill my villagers for their poor manners he may stay, Inuyasha.” She said heavily. Sesshomaru snorted.

“I do not intend to stay, old woman.” Kagome immediately marched up to him and poked his chest above the armor… the youkai stared down at her, lifting his renewed left arm and flicking his hair back casually. “Yes, miko?”

“You are not leaving until we understand why you… uh… you know.” She didn't want to shout to the world that Sesshomaru was weak; any youkai in earshot would immediately plot to destroy him and the village would suffer when he was attacked. His gaze was cold and heavy.

“You are a foolish, optimistic child. Nothing…” his voice dropped as he leaned closer to her face. “There is nothing that can save me, miko. Your concern is a waste. Bringing me back was no kindness, but a curse. Take your hanyou and be happy, and forget Sesshomaru ever existed.” He said softly. Kagome stared at him, his presence almost overwhelming her with confusing emotions. She swallowed nervously.

“We have to help you. I have to help you. Inuyasha needs a family, and you are all he has…”

“He has you, and the kitsune cub, the strange monk, the pretty taija and the neko-youkai. He has a quest to finish. He does not need the brother who hated and rejected him for two-hundred years, Miko.” He said in a matter of fact tone. Kagome slammed her hands to her hips, arms akimbo and glared at him with steel in her gaze.

Sesshomaru suddenly had the feeling he had not a chance in hell of defeating Kagome in this matter. It was unseemly to flee from a human girl but he was seriously contemplating it when the taija walked over. Her large dark eyes swept over him with curiosity and appreciation. He looked at her then paused… her eyes…

“Inuyasha just told me you are ill, as improbable as that is. Please, come inside where we can discuss this in private, I'd like to examine you, and I may be able to help.” Sango said, hiding her nervousness at being this close to him. He was deadly dangerous, and she'd seen him almost overwhelm Inuyasha a few times now. But he was also different somehow than he'd been before. She couldn't say what was different but he seemed less… imposing. Maybe it was this “illness” but she was sure he was not the same cold youkai he'd been before. Inuyasha's concern was proof of that in itself.

Sesshomaru's body shifted subtly; Sango turned and the youkai followed her to the small building Inuyasha and his friends called home.

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Sango, Miroku and Kaede sat as Sesshomaru stared stonily at the fire. Though he'd followed Sango inside, he'd suddenly remembered who he was supposed to speak to. It was surely not his little brothers wish to have their relationship revealed, so he refused to speak. Sango asked him a few questions as did Kaede, but they were questions meant to ferret out human ailments, not youkai ones, so a simple twitch of the eyebrow or closing of his eyes was all Sesshomaru had to do to reply “Negative, and how stupid to ask, ” to all their queries.

Finally Inuyasha himself stepped into the hut with a freshly bathed and oddly glowing Kagome… in fact both of them looked very relaxed, clean and flushed. Sesshomaru couldn't help the tiny smile that danced on his lips as Sango blinked innocently at them, and Miroku looked shocked and envious at once. Kaede lifted a brow and cut to the point as usual.

“So, ye have consummated thy relationship at last, have ye?” Sango and Kagome turned red, Miroku choked on his tea and Inuyasha stared at her wide eyed.

“What the… How'd you…”

“Inuyasha, I am a priestess, but I am not naïve. I know that look; I've seen it over and over on the faces of young lovers all my life. I am glad for ye both, and think it is late in coming.” Kaede soothed. Miroku hung his head.

“I suppose I can no longer touch Kagome-sama's rear then?” Sesshomaru almost gaped at the monk in shock; what did he just say? Sango's arm seemed to grow two feet longer, and left an impressive hand-print on Miroku's face.

“Stuff it, Houshi-sama! You should never grope any woman's behind, much less Kagome-chan's!”

“I will surely restrain myself to your rear then, Sango-chan.” Miroku said quickly, earning a bruise on the forehead from some unseen projectile. Sesshomaru realized his incredulousness was showing and forced his face to become expressionless again. What sort of people had his little brother been associating with all these years?

“In any case, the matter at hand is Sesshomaru-sama's problem, but he won't talk to us.” Sango reminded them, her frustration evident in her voice.

“Sesshomaru, it's all right… we have to tell them if they are gonna be able to help.” Inuyasha said quietly. He was flushing hard, his embarrassment obvious. The youkai stared at him levelly; his attitude belied his words. The boy was terrified of what his friends would think about himself and Sesshomaru once the truth was out. What a bother trying to hide what was no one else's business, and should be understood as a natural thing by these silly beings. He knew that for his brother's sake they couldn't tell his friends the truth.

“Inuyasha. The truth will destroy your friendships here. Once that would have not mattered a bit to me, but now I find I cannot be party to such a sundering in your life. Who honestly can be trusted with the facts here? Certainly not this hentai…” he said firmly, eyes narrowed upon the nervous Miroku. Kaede asked Miroku to leave, and make sure Shippou and Rin did not come in inadvertently, and then asked if she should go also.

“No, we need a healer and we need a youkai expert. We have to tell Sango and Kaede, Sesshomaru. I won't let you die again.” Inuyasha said steadily, watching Kagome dress his burnt hand rather than look at the baffled women or his stubborn sibling. Sesshomaru looked to Kagome for a signal to proceed or to stay silent. She nodded but swallowed heavily; she could only hope her friends were open minded enough to forgive the brothers for their perversity…

“What ails me cannot be healed, because I refuse to enact the cure. To do so would be cruel to both Inuyasha and myself, not to mention the miko.” Sesshomaru said, still hedging. Sango frowned.

“Cruel to all three of you? How can that be?”

“My body is failing because it is displeased with my reluctance to claim Inuyasha as my mate, taija. The hormones in my body are rampant, devouring my youki. Without my youki I cannot survive. It is simple but unchangeable.”

Sango and Kaede gasped in shock and peered at Inuyasha. He cringed, his ears flattening to his skull and leaned closer to Kagome. She glared back at them.

“Do not blame him! It was an accident, I am sure!” Sesshomaru nodded slightly; he was already feeling tired and wanted nothing more than to sleep. Well there was one other thing he wanted…

“Isn't there something we can do for him, Sango, Kaede? Now that Inuyasha and Sesshomaru can get along, we can't just let Sesshomaru die!” Kagome pleaded. Sango stared at the fire pensively as Kaede looked confused.

“Why do you ye desire your own blood for a mate, Sesshomaru-sama?” the old priestess asked. Inuyasha began to cringe, and Sesshomaru paused in his explanation. He was unsure why the hanyou's friend's regard for Inuyasha should matter to him but it did. He had already caused the boy enough suffering in the last two-hundred years. The hanyou sighed deeply and looked up.

“We fought and I won, for once. After we fought, he was talkin' all dumb and I couldn't believe my ears, so I pretended to see if he had a fever… that's when it started…” he said with some reluctance. He tried to steel himself to spill the rest…

“That was why he was so hurt last month, he had been fighting with Sesshomaru, and I guess that's when Sesshomaru got… sick I guess we should say. Right Sesshomaru?” Kagome jumped in, hoping to hide the truth a little longer. The youkai lifted a brow and shifted his shoulders, which all of them took to be an affirmative. Inuyasha looked thankfully at his brother.

“So we found him dead and I used Tenseiga on him…”

“Which is useless since I will die again, kissima!” Sesshomaru said smoothly. Sango lifted her hand and shook her head.

“I am not entirely sure why Inuyasha touching you made your body react this way, but surely distance helps?” Sesshomaru shot her a cold glance and she sighed. “Right, sorry.” She chewed her lip as Kaede stood heavily, claiming she had some things to attend to. Once she was gone Sango looked at the youkai and asked him more questions. As they spoke, Sesshomaru's eyes kept flicking to Inuyasha, but for some reason Sango was oblivious to the subtle exchanges. He refused to concede defeat to his exhaustion, and he did not want food; the only other thing he desired was his little brother. Sango's ignorance towards the heat of Sesshomaru's gaze and the lust in his eyes was almost comical.

Kagome on the other hand felt it, like a living force in the room. Inuyasha slowly looked up and then blushed when his eyes locked with Sesshomaru's. `Not here in front of Kagome and Sango, he can't be looking at me like that!' the hanyou thought, panic and desire fighting for control inside his belly. Sesshomaru's lips twitched as he took in the hanyou's expression; Inuyasha's flush deepened as he realized that the jerk was enjoying himself!

“Sango, why don't you go ask Miroku about this, he has some idea of Youkai physiology!” Kagome suggested. Inuyasha felt the panic rise higher, and looked at Kagome wide eyed; shaking his head very slightly to show her he did not want to be alone with his horny brother. She refused to meet his gaze, looking at Sango with a calm, reassuring smile. The taija lifted a brow at her then flicked a look to Sesshomaru and nodded.

“I'll see you tomorrow. I may remember something by then. I will also work on some potions to restore your youki, until we can understand this and cure it. Good night Inuyasha, Kagome.” She bowed and almost fell over when Sesshomaru dipped his head politely in response, eyes still fixed upon Inuyasha. Kagome stood and stretched, still distracted by the sweet new soreness in muscles never used before… and the warm glow of what she and Inuyasha had done in the bath. She flushed thinking of it, her eyes gone out of focus. She missed Sesshomaru stare right at Inuyasha and smile at him openly. The hanyou flushed bright red and shook his head madly. Sesshomaru stood gracefully and spoke casually.

“Miko, I need to speak to Inuyasha alone for a while.” He said eyes hot as he watched the frantic hanyou. Kagome smiled nervously, unsure if she should buy this line or flat refuse and see if her presence even made a difference to Sesshomaru. Cowardice won out and she nodded, turning to see Inuyasha looking at her hopefully.

“Kagome doesn't have to go…”

“I think she should, little brother… or else we can go instead.” Sesshomaru said smoothly. Kagome bent to Inuyasha and kissed his cheek.

“If you can make him feel better, isn't that more important than your embarrassment, Inuyasha? Would you like me to come back later?” the hanyou nodded, not sure how he felt about Kagome's sanction of his sexual relationship with his brother. She watched him a moment, wondering if maybe she should have made him come with her instead. She'd thought he had secretly wanted to stay and be with his brother, but his pale confused face made her worried. The instant the curtain fell behind the miko, Sesshomaru started for his brother, eyes dark in the dim firelight. Inuyasha stared up at him, still unsure.

“Sesshomaru… uh, there's only a curtain and uh… won't someone hear us?” he said softly, even as the wave of need started, rising higher with each step his brother took. Sesshomaru lifted him to his feet, hands pushing the shirt off his shoulders as he leaned close and kissed him hungrily, the contact wiping concern and embarrassment from the hanyou's mind instantly. Inuyasha's body moved of its own accord, arms pulling free of his shirt then winding around Sesshomaru's body, his mouth opening to Sesshomaru's demanding tongue. The youkai had him naked very quickly, his armor hard and cold against the hanyou's skin, the fur warm and soft by contrast.

“Take this damn shit off already!” Inuyasha panted against his lips, unlacing the ties and plunging his tongue into Sesshomaru's mouth. They both struggled in an amazingly graceless fashion to get the youkai's elaborate garments off, mouths locked together as their hands worked blindly. Once the armor and haori was off, Sesshomaru held Inuyasha's head, his kisses so heated they made the boy breathless, forcing him to push the youkai away so he could breathe.

“You're… so… damn urgent…” Inuyasha gasped as he struggled with the hakama ties around Sesshomaru's waist. The youkai growled and leaned in to nip the boy's neck, his hands helping with the stubborn ties before he shoved Inuyasha back to the prepared sleeping place, a thin futon unrolled over the wooden floor. The hanyou winced at the thud his body made when it hit the futon, fearful someone might poke their nose in to see what was wrong, but then Sesshomaru swirled his tongue around his right nipple, his hands sweeping over the hanyou's sleek freshly cleaned skin. Inuyasha moaned softly and slid his hand into the long silver hair at the back of his brother's neck, his own white locks pooled around him like liquid light. Sesshomaru nuzzled down his chest, his tongue leaving a wet trail behind it that cooled and made the boy shiver with excitement.

“I needed a reason to stay awake, Inuyasha… and right now I can think of no better reason than your juicy little self.” The youkai said before sucking Inuyasha's stirring length into his throat. His little brother bit back a moan unwillingly, head arching close to his chest; it felt so good. His bones were melting as the youkai used long smooth motions to encourage him to hardness. Soon the hanyou was gasping and moving his hips up, stabbing his shaft into Sesshomaru's mouth as waves of pleasure rippled through his belly. The hanyou felt like he was melting into the floor, licking his lips and whimpering as he felt fangs graze his skin, and a hand slide up his chest, the fingers winding around his nipple and tugging.

The hanyou whimpered when the heat around him was removed, eyes snapping open as Sesshomaru slid up his body and straddled his thighs. One hand pulled Inuyasha's head up a bit for another kiss, the other holding his weight just over his young brother's body. The hanyou pressed up on his elbows and his heels, rubbing his skin against Sesshomaru's and loving the shocks of pleasure that raced through him at the contact. It was the same with Kagome, her skin on his made him tremble with things he could not even name. A soft whimper rose in his throat and he lifted one hand to hold Sesshomaru's neck as their tongues warred hotly.

Sesshomaru pulled back a hint, licking Inuyasha's lips and making a soft noise of enjoyment before reaching between them and wrapping his long fingers around both of their straining erections at once, pressing both thick lengths together. Inuyasha's ears swiveled as he pondered the unusual sensation of both of their members held so close and stroked at once, his brothers hand hot and dry yet gliding smoothly over their skin… he bit his moan back until it was a whimper, only to have Sesshomaru bite his chin with razor sharp fangs.

“I thought I taught you better, little brother. I want to hear your pleasure, like I feel it in your trembling, like I smell it,” he sniffed the hanyou's damp neck and licked the sweat that was beading up on his skin, his tongue sliding back up to his chin. “And taste it from your skin. Unless…” he relaxed his hand and growled, ignoring the way Inuyasha's member seemed to move on its own as if encouraging him to continue his stroking.

“Unless you are ashamed of what we are doing?” the youkai rested his head against his brother's chin and waited. Inuyasha whimpered then lifted Sesshomaru's head. He stared into the depths of those cold golden eyes and shook his head.

“Not ashamed. But my friends are human, and they won't understand. Just saying its normal for us is not enough. But I am not ashamed. Sesshomaru, I lo…” Sesshomaru suddenly snapped his teeth on the hanyou's lower lip with a warning growl.

The youkai should have known better; why was he pushing the boy into doing the very thing he did not want from his own sibling? Inuyasha growled in return, frustrated; what did Sesshomaru want of him at the moment if not admittance of affection? The fangs in his lip released him then moved to his chin, nibbling gently. The large, warm hand which was still wrapped around him moved again with that smooth precision, distracting him maddeningly.

“Save your soft emotions for your Miko, little brother.” Sesshomaru's lips brushed his jaw butterfly light as he spoke, pulling a shiver from the puzzled hanyou. Inuyasha then moaned as his brother shifted and pressed their hips closer together. The youkai made a soft sound as Inuyasha pressed his hips upwards, rubbing against him and moving his erection in Sesshomaru's grip. Both males testicles pressed and rubbed together, an unusual and pleasant sensation that both of them enjoyed and savored.

“My emotions… are mine to give… so shut it Sesshomaru…” the hanyou replied quietly, claws digging into the futon beneath them. Sesshomaru bent his head as he quivered over his brothers straining body, wanting more than this self gratification, yet not wanting to encourage more intimacy from his brother. Inuyasha moaned, his eyes slowly closing as he let go of his resistance to Sesshomaru's lust, not caring if anyone heard or saw or discovered them. All he wanted was for the pleasure his brother was stoking in him to crest and shatter in his belly.

“Faster…” he moaned, his voice musical and just loud enough for Sesshomaru, who moaned back and bent his head closer to his chest, pearls of pre-cum from both of their swollen shafts trickling over his fingers. He obeyed his brothers urging, hand stroking faster and harder, his bangs draped over Inuyasha's chin. His own body was tensed painfully as the hanyou under him whined. Inuyasha squeezed his eyes shut, feeling the climax in his belly rising along his painfully erect member…

“Inuyasha… I want… I need more than this…” Sesshomaru said, his voice strained. Inuyasha wriggled and fell back, arms flopping over his head. His assent was obvious as Sesshomaru shifted back and in a few seconds had his brother's legs over his hips. He slickened his own fingers and stroked his member before pressing into the willing Inuyasha's body. The hanyou moaned and covered his eyes with his arm as Sesshomaru curled his arms under the boy's knees and held him steady, pulling back then thrusting deeply once more, head arching back as his hips slammed against the boy's rear. The angle he'd chosen was driving his shaft against the gland inside Inuyasha, making the boy gasp breathlessly at each thrust; red burst against his closed eyelids each time his brother surged into his willing body.

Sesshomaru's hair fell around them like a curtain as he leaned forward over his brother's quivering flesh, then rubbed his cheek on Inuyasha's right knee with a pleased purring sound in his throat. His hands gripped the hanyou's slender hips with a strangely gentle touch that made Inuyasha's skin break in chills. Inuyasha didn't even notice his neglected length throbbing; his back arched and he climaxed, too excited to wait for Sesshomaru to join him. He bit his own arm to muffle his cries of enjoyment, blood trickling down his cheeks and into his hair as he writhed and pressed into Sesshomaru's invading shaft.

The youkai watched Inuyasha flushing, his expression pleasured but still looking almost pained, ears swiveled to the side, one arm stretched over his head. Sesshomaru's hands slid up the boy's body and then pulled Inuyasha upright so he straddled his older brother's lap, impaled on Sesshomaru's erection. Inuyasha's body curled as he drooped in his brothers arms for a moment. Sesshomaru nuzzled his chest, lifting and dropping the shaking hanyou on his shaft as he licked at the dots of semen on his skin. Slowly, Inuyasha slid his arms around his brother's shoulders while his head drooped next to Sesshomaru's. His legs curled up along the youkai's sides and wrapped around his back, muscles flexing and tightening around the hardness inside him. His brother's pleasure-soaked moan of response thrilled the hanyou no end as he rocked back then slid forward again, willingly moving to pleasure his sibling. His arms tightened, cradling his older brother's shoulders and neck warmly as he strove for Sesshomaru's orgasm, ignoring his own reawakening arousal.

Sesshomaru nipped at and then held Inuyasha's jaw in his teeth as he helped move his brother's slight frame faster, grinding deeper into the hanyou's willing body. Inuyasha moaned softly into his long delicate ear with each thrust, making the youkai's spine melt with sheer lust. The youkai's head arched back as he slammed the boy down one last time, his arms sliding up to hold Inuyasha against his chest, not fully aware how the boy cradled him close as well and rubbed his soft cheek against Sesshomaru's striped one with a pleased purr. He trembled as he emptied into his brother's body, his skin tightening deliciously. Finally the moment passed, and the youkai leaned his head on Inuyasha's shoulder and gasped for air as his orgasm ended, not realizing he was nuzzling his head under the boys chin, their tensed bodies relaxing and molding together with a comfortable intimacy.

Inuyasha finally felt Sesshomaru sliding sideways and followed his brother to lay on the now damp futon. He did not want to admit how much it meant to him that Sesshomaru held him so close, and so openly. He would have thought Sesshomaru wanted to retreat into his cold aloofness once they were finished with the intimacy of… with a sigh he snuggled closer to his brother's warm relaxed body and closed his eyes.

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The cold was invasive, stinging into his flesh like needles. He held back a moan, only to realize he couldn't moan or speak if he tried. The cold deepened, and bright lights danced before his eyes when he finally was able to open them. The instant his eyes focused his ears were assaulted with screams, wails, cries of anger and pain that rivaled any human battle field; and he knew humans were some of the noisiest beings in existence. He still could not move, yet his nose and other preternaturally keen senses demanded he rise and fight… fight what?

The answer was swift in arriving. Chattering gibbering and swinging an amazing assortment of weapons, vile little ugly youkai rushed over his prone form and attacked him with perverted glee. With a supreme effort he sat up, but they hung from his hair, they poked and sliced at his flesh, but instead of pain he felt more and more cold, numb and weak. One of the slightly larger beasts grabbed him from behind, hanging off his neck, and pulling him back to the ground. Growling he struggled, finally slapping his hip, only to find his swords were gone.

“Ah ah ah! Not here, you can't bring it with you m'lord Sesshomaru!” a tiny youkai hissed in his ear before biting it. The cold was now crippling him as his eyes focused on a stone roof over his head. Lost in confusion he tried to fight on…