InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Last of Their Kind ❯ Secrets and Lies Behind the Screen ( Chapter 7 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
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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Inuyasha jerked awake then jumped to his feet, his hair swirling behind him as his eyes darted around the small hut's enclosed space. Nothing was visible and his nose confirmed that only he and Sesshomaru were in the dwelling… his head snapped down to his brother and froze.
The youkai was curled on his side, his head arched to his chest, and his hands flexed and twitched as he dreamed. Inuyasha knelt then sat next to him, brushing the youkai's hair back; had the weak struggles of his siblings dreaming woken him? Feeling foolish for jumping up at all, he lay alongside Sesshomaru once more and watched him sleep; very quickly he began to realize the dream his brother was having was actually a nightmare. When the twitching escalated he waited but when his brother actually whimpered in his sleep, he couldn't bear it.
The hanyou sat up and shook his brother's shoulder, calling softly for him to wake…
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Out of the red distance as his power and strength dwindled, Sesshomaru caught a glimpse of silver and blue. The figure rushed closer then seemed to roar, though the sound was somewhat hard to hear. He felt the youkai clinging to him squeal in terror and flee, taking last gouges at him, and pulling his long hair as they fled. He could not move to stand and greet the figure, and found even his eyes were fading with his strength…
“Get up Sesshomaru. Do not lay there, you must rise if you are to return!” a deep and familiar voice thundered. He shuddered and finally shoved his torso up, the cold making his teeth chatter. Still movement seemed to break some of the lassitude away and he struggled to rise as ordered, ashamed of his gracelessness. He pretended to not see the large gauntleted hand offering to assist him; he'd never asked for help in his life, he would not start now. He made his feet and swayed, growling as he slapped that hand away again. His eyes lifted to take in the scene around him, and he froze in shock.
“I am in hell?” he whispered, instinct telling him the truth. He turned his back to the chaotic images of the despairing and furious dead, choosing to gaze at a stone wall instead as he gathered his memory. He'd been so tired. He could not take another step, but still he'd walked on, until he had no choice. He almost fell against the tree, even though he'd been using Tokijin as a support. He found himself face up, and pulled Tenseiga from his obi. He just needed to sleep, and he felt like he might sleep, despite Inuyasha's absence. He'd not slept since they first reconciled, unless the hanyou was close-by. He'd only closed his eyes a moment, and smiled as he remembered the past nights pleasure…
“Hai, Sesshomaru. You are dead but I cannot see why you should be.” That voice again. He flicked a glance to the figure, his savior.
His father.
“Chichiue, I do not think you want to know. How do I return?” The Inutaisho lifted a thick brow at his remarks.
“You do not return once you are here. Only Tenseiga or a like implement, or a plea that stirs the whim of the gods can save you now. I had hoped to not see you for much longer than this, my son…”
“I see. Well, I'd expected it deep in my mind.” Sesshomaru cut him off; he was nervous seeing his long dead parent. He had been bitter and angry at his father for so long that he was now torn about how to feel about seeing him again. He sighed and lifted his head upwards; there was nothing to see but the horrors and the rock walls, all of which were lit by flames and blood. He swallowed his emotions and focused; he was here now and he would have to become used to it. He saw his father look up as well and frown.
“Inuyasha?” the older youkai whispered. His head snapped back to his eldest son and frowned. “Sesshomaru! Do not move from this spot!” his arm snapped out and grasped his son's restored left arm in a grip like steel. He leaned closer his golden eyes flashing. “I hope I do not see you again, my son. Not many get this chance; cling to life, now that you know what you face should you fail!” the Inutaisho's voice was almost menacing as he disappeared; however his hand still held Sesshomaru's arm, and the younger youkai could not move, as if he was being held in place…
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“Sesshomaru! Wake up!” Inuyasha yelled, bringing Kagome and Sango at a run. Sesshomaru moaned softly and jerked his left arm as if struggling to escape something; Inuyasha saw a handprint on the youkai's flesh, as if he were in fact being held in place. Kagome helped him shake Sesshomaru, trying to wake the fretful youkai from his troubled sleep. Suddenly he sat up and snarled; instantly the others jumped back, wary of his claws as he looked about wildly. However, Inuyasha sensed his sibling was not angry but confused and his eyes were gold, not red and blue. The hanyou grabbed Sesshomaru's shoulders and shook him gently.
“Sesshomaru, look at me… What did you see?” He asked sharply, pitching his voice deeper to gain some authority and break into the remainders of his brothers dream. Sesshomaru actually cringed and looked at him oddly.
“Chichiue? Where, how did you leave?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Inuyasha hated to see his brother so confused and lost. He shook his head, his white hair shifting around his face. Instantly Sesshomaru relaxed. “Gomen little brother… I had a strange dream, nothing more.” His eyes slid past his siblings face to settle on Sango hovering behind him. He felt a strange interest in the taija; her eyes were so like a youkai's with the darkened lids and the odd depth to them. He almost smirked as the girl blinked then flushed under his gaze, even though he only held her eyes for a few seconds.
Intriguing…
“Why did you think I was Father?” Inuyasha asked him, cutting into the amusing exchange with the blushing beauty. The youkai's eyes snapped back to his siblings and stared at him with a sudden distrust. Kagome blinked at them both, aware of a strange undercurrent between the brothers as well as the fact that both of them were naked, and that only the one futon was slept in… Sango was blushing wildly, probably confused by the whole thing and shocked to the core.
“Uh, Inuyasha?” she whispered and held out his haori. The hanyou blinked and then looked down… yes, he was still naked as was Sesshomaru… Blushing as red as the haori, Inuyasha pulled the coat over his bare body, too nervous to peer back at Sango to see if she had noticed or not. Kagome twitched the cover up over Sesshomaru's waist, flushing as she caught his unique scent, similar to Inuyasha's… similar enough to enflame her desire. Her eyes snapped up to his, and found his golden orbs fixed upon her, a knowing smirk on his lips. Her hands shook as she seemed to levitate backwards, away from his suddenly overwhelming presence.
Sango cleared her throat, trying to make sense of things, and cut through the suddenly immense sexual tension in the room. “I uh... assume that… well you two…” she stumbled; it was rather obvious why Sesshomaru and Inuyasha were both naked, and while Sango was used to strange things in her life, and knew that youkai did not frown upon incest like humans did, she was still a human herself. She was shocked that her friend had begun such a relationship with his own sibling, but Inuyasha was her friend, so she tried to be calm and understanding for his sake.
“Hai, this is the contact that started my loss of youki.” Sesshomaru said matter-of-factly. He sat up straight, ignoring the way the covering cloth nearly revealed him completely. Sango's face was as red as Inuyasha's by now. Inuyasha glared at him and pulled the cloth back up… however, the youkai noticed a hint of jealousy in his eyes. Was the hanyou upset about his brother being seen, or Kagome's reaction to his presence?
“Then I know what you have to do. One of you must mate with someone else. Once that happens, Inuyasha won't be so desirable for your hormones.” Sango said after clearing her throat. Sesshomaru nodded, looking annoyed; why had he not thought of this himself? However, he did not wish to mate with anyone at the moment… Kagome's voice broke into his reverie.
“Mate? How do youkai mate, Sango?” her curiosity was obviously innocent, still her interest made Sesshomaru smirk. Sango cleared her throat again.
“It varies from type to type, Kagome. Some perform a human-type ritual and marry, some only copulate like beasts in order to reproduce. Inu-youkai have a more… Uh…”
“Our kind join repeatedly for a minimum of half a moon-cycle, miko. The sex enforces a bond between the couple, and infuses both partners with each others scent. It becomes obvious with one sniff that they are paired off.” Sesshomaru finished for the obviously mortified taija. He paused, realizing that he had in fact engaged in mating behavior with Inuyasha. A chill of panic rushed over him at the thought; how could be have been so blind? His eyes moved to Inuyasha, but the hanyou was staring at his miko, not his sibling.
“Huh… So what if I take Kagome as my mate? Won't that help?” he mused. Kagome blinked and gaped at him as Sesshomaru lifted a brow. Sango nodded agreement.
“Hai… it should. But Sesshomaru must stay close-by so he can sense the change in both of you. And they, uh, well they should try to not... you know…” Sango covered her cheeks and sighed. “This is such a strange thing! I know youkai are not as worried about incest but still, Inuyasha is half human!” She finally exclaimed. The hanyou bristled at her outburst, and felt Sesshomaru's hand on his thigh and Kagome's arms around his neck. He shook them both off and leaned forward into Sango's face.
“Sango, I don't give a fuck about anyone's rules, `cept my own, and sometimes Kagome's. Humans, youkai, don' matter to me. I do for me, not for others, cuz others won't do shit for me, you know?” He softened and took her hand, stunning both Sango and Kagome. “Still, help us keep it quiet, ok? I don't want to have to beat up people for makin' remarks. And…” he looked down. “I am sorry I disappointed you, you know? Try not to hate me for this, ok?” Sango gasped and leaned back for a few seconds, and then leaned forward, touching his cheek in an uncharacteristic show of affection. The trust between them was strong, because each knew the other would die for them.
“Inuyasha, no. I am not disappointed. I am just surprised. Despite your powers, you usually act more human than youkai. This is just so different than I expect of you. But then if Sesshomaru is reacting to you, you surely are reacting to him in return.” Sango's smile was sad and far more understanding than before. “You're my friend Inuyasha, and I will help you and your brother in any way I can, I promise.”
Kagome was smiling at them with relief, but Sesshomaru was more than a little baffled by the scene. He'd never had friends; he did not understand loyalty that did not spring from family ties. He did not understand why Jaken had followed him for so long, despite abuse and threats, all of which were lighthearted but still… Rin's adoration he felt was for that of the father she'd lost, replaced by himself.
But Inuyasha's friends were friends despite the hanyou's lack of status and poor temper. Kagome obviously loved him, and Sango was showing true and pure affection for him. He'd seen the monk go to great lengths for Inuyasha, and knew the kitsune cub was as loyal despite his relative lack of years. He would have to ponder this situation further soon. He watched as the hanyou visibly relaxed and nodded, then sat back and looked into Kagome's blue eyes.
“Kagome… I didn't even ask you if you wanna me my mate, did I?” He rubbed his neck and chuckled ruefully. “I understand if you don't want to be stuck with someone like me…” Kagome frowned and shook her head, lifting her hand to cut off his words.
“Inuyasha, stop talking like that! I didn't let you… you know, because I didn't like you, did I? I'd be happy to be your mate… but only if you agree to have a ceremony for my family one day.” She said calmly. Inuyasha flushed with embarrassment and flicked his eyes to his brother, who acted utterly unconcerned. Sesshomaru cared not if Inuyasha wanted to have human rituals with his would-be mate. Sensing that the boy needed his approval, he barely nodded, and saw the flush fade from the hanyou's cheeks.
“Ok. I'll do that, sure. You wanna go now?” Kagome shook her head and poked his chest with a finger.
“No! Inuyasha, I am too young to marry! I'm not even 20 yet!” In her own era, girls did not marry until later and Kagome was used to that; however even Sesshomaru looked surprised by her outburst. Humans married early because they died so soon in the sengoku jidai. Even Sango at age twenty was close to being an old maid in many eyes. She was quite bound to her itinerant monk, but they had not married yet for one reason or another.
“But I can't wait that long, Sesshomaru is sick now!” Inuyasha exclaimed. Sesshomaru stiffened; if not for his dream he'd demand to be left alone to die or survive as fate had chosen. Before he could blink Kagome grabbed Inuyasha's forelocks and dragged him to her.
“We can mate now, Inuyasha. We can marry later. Sango, how do we become officially mated again?”
“You and Inuyasha must stay in proximity, and must join as often as you can. His scent and yours must mix utterly. There is no way of knowing how long it will take.” Sesshomaru said quickly. He looked down and growled suddenly. He felt tired and he was suddenly annoyed by the others in the room. Let them hash out weddings and matings. He didn't care to hear another word of it. With a graceful swipe of his hand, he pulled the simple bed cover up and settled back on the futon. Sango blinked at him with alarm but he seemed to sense her gaze and waved her away. As much as she interested him, he simply hadn't the energy at the moment to indulge himself.
The taija rose gracefully and murmured a parting that Kagome and Inuyasha did not notice, and Sesshomaru ignored. The youkai's silence did little to dispel her confusion or her curiosity…
Sesshomaru tried to ignore them. He was tired after all; surely he could sleep rather than listen to them breathing; Kagome's uneven gasps, Inuyasha's soft grunts and both of their moans… the sound of skin moving against skin, the soft moist clicks Kagome's body made as Inuyasha moved within her… and that then led to the scent, didn't it? The perfume of lust, weaving around the room and making his loins tighten, and his heart pump harder. The youkai licked his lips not realizing that his hands were clutching the futon under him, that his back was tight and his legs straining until each breath forced his tight skin against the futon under him and the cover over him.
His eyes finally opened, but Inuyasha had thought to pull a screen between the two futons, allowing Kagome and himself some visual privacy. Still the small vertical space between panels afforded him a glimpse of what the pair was doing. He didn't bother to look though. He closed his eyes once more and gave in to his imagination; the memory of the three of them moving in unison, the sweet scent of the miko's innocent pleasure and Inuyasha's hot flesh welcoming him… he slid his hand over his thighs and then gave into his need, almost startled at how hard he was. He could see Inuyasha's lithe back flexing, arching to meet him as he slid ever deeper into the hanyou's willing flesh, his hand on his shaft mimicking that warm flesh, the scent of the mating couple's lust encouraging his fantasy.
Kagome cried out, her voice joined by Inuyasha's deeper moan, and Sesshomaru shivered in response; he needed to stop this. It was unseemly to gratify himself this way, he should have more control… yet his hand did not move away from his aching shaft. His fangs ground into his lips, his hand tightened almost punishingly hard on his own member… only the rustle of someone standing on the other side of the screen stilled his hand. His control reasserted itself, and he breathed deep and even. However nothing could hide his aroused scent, drifting off him in waves and mingling with the scent of Inuyasha and Kagome's passion.
A hand landed on his thigh, then another. He couldn't help the whimper that rose in his throat but he bit it back until it was nearly silent; he had to stop Inuyasha, they had to break the cycle, now. He'd foolishly allowed his own body to blind him to the truth; they were well on the way to being mated, though the hanyou was either too ignorant or too innocent to realize it. However he couldn't speak, and did not move as his brother pulled the cover down his body, baring his flesh to the dim light of the whale-oil lamp.
“Sesshomaru, why didn't you call for me… or join us?” Inuyasha murmured softly, his hands stroking the youkai's inner thighs and testicles sensually. Sesshomaru's silence was expected, and the hanyou didn't bother speaking again. His body shifted closer before he lay between Sesshomaru's knees and licked his brother's hardened shaft like it was candy. One arm slid around under Sesshomaru's hip, the other lifted the demons leg over his back as he teased the throbbing flesh with his tongue. The sighing moan of pleasure was wonderful to his ears as he kneaded Sesshomaru's ass and thigh, before suddenly plunging his head down, taking the length deep into his throat. Sesshomaru groaned loudly at that, his hips stabbing upwards into Inuyasha's mouth. His hands fell to the hanyou's head, fingers twining into his white locks and holding him close; Inuyasha had no intention of pulling away though; his ardor was only half sated by his recent climax with Kagome.
The pace he had set, sucking hard as he pulled back on the long shaft in his mouth, swirling his tongue over the head before plunging back down, pulling the length back into his throat; it was exactly what the youkai craved at that moment. His hips flexed to meet Inuyasha's motions as the smoldering lust exploded in his veins, making his body shudder. He was trapped on the edge, the fire consuming him but not relieving the tension in his belly. He heard but could not stop the pleading whine that rose from his throat, aimed at his brother's genki ears.
Inuyasha purred in his throat before pulling away from Sesshomaru's straining member completely. The youkai growled imperiously, yanking his handfuls of hair cruelly until the hanyou chuckled and slid his mouth back over him; the pace was picked up perfectly once more. The warmth over his aching hungry flesh, the suction as the warmth retreated, and the shivers of pleasure building once more, so strong that he could ignore the slick, clawed fingers that pressed into him, worming about and opening him, relaxing him before they found the gland inside…
Sesshomaru's moan was louder and long, his hips moving on their own as Inuyasha timed his hand with his mouth, striving for total control of his brother's body and soul. He pulled the youkai's striped hips up with him as he sat higher, slinging Sesshomaru's legs over his shoulders and massaging the hard little gland mercilessly. Each motion inside him made Sesshomaru jerk and quiver as pleasure shot through his veins, spreading weakness with it, but it was a sweet, lovely weakness. His hands feel from the hanyou's white hair and curled on the floor helplessly. Little dots of red swam in his vision as he felt his climax rising along his shaft like a living thing… Sesshomaru's back arched and the youkai gasped just before he broke, shaking and gouging the wood floor with his claws in his spasms of pleasure. Red coated his vision before he fell back, sweating and shaking weakly.
Inuyasha licked his brother's shaft and testicles clean, waiting for Sesshomaru to recover his senses before he moved on in his seduction. When the golden eyes opened and focused upon him he massaged the gland inside again, since he had not yet removed his hand from its pleasurable place. The youkai actually flushed a bit in response.
“Sesshomaru… I cant help it, your pleasure makes me hungry for more… I understand why you like to hear me, why you never stop until I drop… please, Sesshomaru, I want more, now…” The youkai licked his lips and started to deny the boy, shake his head no…
“Do as you want, Inuyasha…” his voice purred forth, despite his intent to stop their cycle… What was wrong with him?
Inuyasha smiled and pressed harder with his fingers, worming a third digit into his brother as he nuzzled the youkai's genitals lovingly. Sesshomaru felt his concern die away, letting his brothers ministrations take him again. He closed his eyes and shivered again as Inuyasha's fingers relaxed the rings of muscle within, and pressed on the center of pleasure inside him, feeling his need rise so fast it was almost as if his climax had never happened at all. His right hand bumped into Inuyasha's knee, and he instantly followed the slender leg to the swelling hardness between his legs. Lips twitching into a smirk he stroked the hot, eager flesh with his claws. Inuyasha hummed and shifted closer yet, lapping at his brothers balls with a long slick tongue.
The suddenness of Inuyasha lowering his hips made the youkai gasp, a gasp that cut off with a groan as he felt the hanyou slide into him smoothly, his knees now caught by the boys elbows. The heat of the shaft was wonderful and he wriggled his hips to gain some friction. Inuyasha laughed almost evilly.
“You told me to do as I want… be still and let me have my way, Sesshomaru.” The boys voice was dark and tight as he watched the youkai's flushed face. He moved his brothers larger body away then pulled him close again, sliding almost out then back deep into him, and bringing more color to Sesshomaru's fair cheeks. He bent over the youkai's belly, bending his brothers back and hips up and rubbing his shaft harder on his prostate, forcing new moans and flushes from Sesshomaru. Soon the hanyou had Sesshomaru bent sharply over, slamming his hips against the youkai's ass as he watched his brothers face closely. The pleasured expression on Sesshomaru's face was making him insane with lust; he never wanted the moment to end, yet he needed the knot in his groin to snap soon. He felt his brothers member hard between them, grinding against his belly and demanding attention. He wound a hand around it, his strokes short and jerking as his urgency increased.
Sesshomaru's arms flopped over his head carelessly as he gave in to Inuyasha utterly for the first time. Ripples of sensation washed over him, pleasure from the friction inside his opening, pleasure from the boy's hand on his sides and back and stroking his shaft; even the air on his skin made him shiver. He cracked his eyes open and watched his sibling's face, how his eyes were half closed, his lips parted as he panted, and his genki ears turned to the side carelessly. His white hair clung to his neck and shoulders as he moved faster, his tension obvious. Sesshomaru lifted his hand, which was so heavy for some reason, and pulled the boy's face closer until Inuyasha was also bent sharply, and then nipped a velvety soft ear gently. The response was immediate; Inuyasha hissed and stiffened; his back arched into Sesshomaru's welcoming flesh and spilled into him, as the youkai growled and felt himself spill as well. He twisted and ground himself harder against Inuyasha as the hanyou squeezed his manhood in a hard grip. Semen splashed both brothers' bellies as they slumped together.
Finally Inuyasha pulled away, humming as the connection broke and he held himself over Sesshomaru on hands and knees. He lapped at the white dots on the youkai's abdomen, then moved up his body, nuzzling his brothers heaving chest. Sesshomaru stroked his hair back and looked at him with a strange expression, not cold but confused. Inuyasha smiled brightly, trying to dispel the wariness he felt suddenly.
“What is it?”
“It is… nothing Inuyasha. It is too late to fret now. Go back to your miko, little brother.” The hanyou looked at the screen suddenly; he'd almost forgotten the girl, sleeping peacefully on the other side.
“Join us, maybe?” the hanyou asked softly. He was surprised that Sesshomaru nodded agreement.
“As I said, it is too late to fret.” He rose carefully, hiding the ever growing weakness as it returned, eating at him as a punishment for his stubbornness. He paused as Inuyasha stood and just stared at his brother, his little brother who had become so much more despite his intentions…
Inuyasha was startled when Sesshomaru suddenly pulled him close, pressing their bodies together, displaying the perfection of the fit they made, Inuyasha's curves and muscles to Sesshomaru's sleek skin and flesh. The hanyou did not protest as the youkai kissed him with more warmth than he'd ever expected; he returned it with pleasure actually.
“It is too late …” he felt the words breathed against his lips, but he did not know what was meant. He just kissed Sesshomaru's lips harder, silencing the words before they were finished being uttered. The youkai did not repeat himself.
Inuyasha was too happy to notice the sadness and regret radiating from his older brother. Quietly he pulled the youkai with him behind the screen…
he had taken up haori and obi, and was striding for the door. Sango looked at the fuming couple then at the retreating back of the fuming youkai.
Not surprisingly, Sango chose the youkai as the safer situation.
Sesshomaru did not notice the taija following him as he followed his nose to the bath house in town. It was late enough that the villagers were in bed, and the tiny building was silent and empty. He hung his haori obi and hakama on a peg and wrinkled his nose at the bath things; everything stank of humanity. His skin crawled with the very idea of sharing a scrubbing cloth with a human, but he had no real choice; if he wanted to cleanse himself with a hot bath, this the only place he had to do it.
“Sesshomaru-sama, here.” Sango said quietly. He looked over his shoulder at her; her slender hands held out some clean cloths and a bran filled bag, as well as a large drying cloth. “I know how unpleasant it can be to share the bath house.” She said nervously. He stared at her a moment; her eyes drew his attention more each time he beheld her face.
“Attend me.” He said curtly and flopped a clean clot to the bench before sitting to be bathed. Sango gaped at him; his arrogance was really incredible! Yet, she nodded and slid her arms out of her sleeves, letting her kimono(better term!) drop around her waist.