InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Topsy Turvy ❯ Please Me ( Chapter 3 )

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Synopsis- Its a LEMON!!! nuff said.

Beta- The incredible Demitria Miriam. Without her, I am shit.

Disclaimer- I do not own any part of Inuyasha. Besides, how can you put a price on that sexy ass?

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Inuyasha could not help but simply stare at Sesshomaru. His hair had been braided into a thick sterling rope, leaving the rest of his body open in unobstructed view. The pale skin of his chest peaked out from between the wraps of fabric, echoing the pallor of the moon above. The door clicked sharply shut after it had rebounded against the stone walls.

 

“Sesshomaru.” The syllables escaped his lips unbidden.

 

The full youkai raised his right hand parallel with the ground, extending his first two fingers in his quiet challenge. “I see that my little brother has finally accepted his place in the world.”

 

Inuyasha bowed down in front of Sesshomaru, shifting his chin to the left, effectively baring the vulnerable flesh on the side of his neck. Sesshomaru smiled. Inuyasha shuddered at the odd twisting of Sesshomaru's features into this unnatural expression. It showcased the powerful fangs that were destined to sink into him as he was penetrated in a second claiming.

 

Grasping the hanyou's face in his clawed hand, Sesshomaru studied his brother's bone structure close up. This was the very first time he had actually seen his otouto in such close proximity. And what he saw was astounding. The lineage of the great Inuyoukai clan was the only thing he saw knit into his features. Gone was the mortal in the hanyou, the scent of his heat calling out to Sesshomaru. Perhaps this would be a wise match after all.

 

“You're actually not half bad, for a half-breed, that is,” Sesshomaru crooned. His nose was a scant millimeter from the hanyou's face. Inuyasha blushed, spreading up from the site where his brother held his jaw captive.

 

“I try my best to please you.” The smirk on Inuyasha's face goaded his brother forward.

 

Sesshomaru leaned in to kiss Inuyasha, his mouth seeking ownership over the flesh of his younger brother's lips. Hungrily, Inuyasha passively opened the gateway to his mouth, inviting Sesshomaru into his depths. Sesshomaru needed no coaxing; he conquered his new dominion by the lash of his velvet tongue. Twin striped hands found their way to Inuyasha's ears, fondling them with newfound curiosity, finally trailing through his hair to rest upon the hanyou's bare skin.

 

Volcanic throes of infatuation left seeds of passion every single place where their bodies met. Sesshomaru continued to explore the plain of his chest and shoulders eagerly with his lips. He then flipped him over to lap the salt up from the damp curves of his back. Sesshomaru stood up, leaving the breathless Inuyasha on the floor, the spray of his hair hiding his face from view.

 

“This is my night, brother.”

 

“I know, stupid.”

 

“Then please me, you unworthy mongrel.”

 

Sesshomaru's arms were crossed over his bare chest as he stood over Inuyasha condescendingly. The hanyou then crawled over to his overlord, hands seeking to free his mate of his cruel undergarments. To Inuyasha's surprise, the cloth was expertly folded, twisted, and knotted in a frustrating maze. Sesshomaru could feel himself growing harder with every frustrated tug, the enigmatic layers being pulled back one at a time. Who would have thought that Inuyasha would have been so eager to free his brother from the compounds of 10 feet of silk?

 

Finally, the labyrinth of fabric was discarded, a white banner on the floor between Sesshomaru's legs. Holding his body weight against the crimson slashed hip bones, Inuyasha leaned in to take Sesshomaru's length into his mouth. Taking care to avoid his teeth, he swirled his tongue against the moistened tip, continuing down each side of the shaft with a thrust of his head. Sesshomaru moaned as he scraped the incomprehensibly soft cushion of Inuyasha's throat.

 

Kami-sama, where did his mate learn these skills of lust?

 

From his superior position, Sesshomaru watched keenly as the hanyou continued to serve him. In mid thrust, Sesshomaru dug his claws into the skin of Inuyasha's shoulders. He felt desire radiate from a point deep in his chest as Inuyasha's eyes connected with his own, mouth still full of his physical better. Sesshomaru couldn't stand it any longer.

 

He threw Inuyasha face first against the floor, pinning him down with one hand. Inuyasha panted furiously, but did not move against the dog lord. Instead, he pushed a small jar of something that tingled slightly to the touch toward the older male. Accepting the vial, Sesshomaru flushed with pride. Inuyasha had blatantly and openly yielded to his rival, his brother, his mate.

 

Dipping his fingers into the container, he prepared Inuyasha for his intrusion; first one finger, followed by a second, and then by a third and fourth. Sesshomaru reached down with his thumb to grip the unseen center of Inuyasha's pleasure. The hanyou tensed in surprise, a jolt of numbing electricity paralyzing him against his brother's motions. Soon those surveying hands grabbed his shoulders, Sesshomaru's weight nearly causing Inuyasha to buckle under the sudden force.

 

Sesshomaru used his knees to spread the hanyou slightly wider beneath him. Scoring slight furrows down the sides of Inuyasha's arms, Sesshomaru lowered his entire self against the younger inu's back. Their fingers intertwined, Inuyasha reaching around from the outside to tuck his digits into the spaces between his brother's claws. Sesshomaru licked the rim of one of the pure white ears.

 

Finally the Inuyoukai thrust inward. The impact of flesh against flesh, the sound of light slapping, only invigorated him more. Inuyasha leaned back into him, forcing him deeper. The rhythm of Sesshomaru's breathing pulsed against the side of his mate's face.

 

Sesshomaru began to work faster. “If you say what I want to hear, you just might get what you want.”

 

Inuyasha whined softly, earning his ears a shallow scratch from his lover's teeth. A single drop of blood cried free from the wound. The flip of a light pink tongue intercepted its journey.

 

Hmmm, half blood doesn't taste too bad.

 

Sesshomaru began hissing questions into his ear. “When I am standing, what is your place?”

 

“On my knees!”

 

Inuyasha was rewarded with a line of sloppy kisses down his cheek. “When I am kneeling, what is your place?”

 

“Underneath you!”

 

Sesshomaru angled his hips a little more. “What was that?”

 

“Underneath you?”

 

“It's not a question!” he growled.

 

“UNDERNEATH YOU!”

 

Sesshomaru seemed to be satisfied with that. He untangled his hands from Inuyasha, using one to brace himself and the other to grip his hanyou mate. Inuyasha shivered with pleasure as Sesshomaru began to lick the triangle of skin that peaked out from between his shoulder muscles and his collar bone. Then, in one fluid motion, he sank his fangs deep into the sensitive tissue, then ratcheting upward, teeth still locked. Inuyasha howled in pain. The melancholy notes once again brought a smile to Sesshomaru's face. He lapped up the blood from the trenches, sending Inuyasha into a bizarre euphoria of agony and bliss. Sesshomaru still diligently kept pumping the hanyou, at opposite intervals to his own tempo. Feeling himself starting to lose control, he stopped all movement, holding Inuyasha's base tightly in the circle of his thumb and index finger.

 

Inuyasha felt the frustration building up. “Release me.”

 

“Why?” Sesshomaru slammed into him once more.

 

“I need it!”

 

“Oh really? Don't lie to me, hanyou!” Thrust.

 

“I need you!”

 

“For... what?” Thrust.

 

“To set... to set me free!”

 

“Are you certain?” Thrust.

 

“YES!” The hanyou whined, thoroughly uncomfortable.

 

“Very well then.”

 

Sesshomaru loosened his grip and stroked faster, taking him with hands and phallus in unison.

 

It was all too much for Inuyasha. Sesshomaru felt the symphony of contractions around himself and under his fingers. The half demon collapsed under Sesshomaru's weight, spilling himself all over the youkai's hand and floor. Feeling his control slipping, Sesshomaru penetrated the hanyou with much more force than before. Sinking his teeth yet again into the bloody mess of his mate's shoulder, he finally climaxed, the iron of conquest flavoring his mouth.

 

Fully exhausted, Sesshomaru flopped on the ground next to his mate. To Inuyasha's surprise, he pulled him closer so that Inuyasha's forehead rested against his chest. The youkai's heartbeat was still rapid, but he could hear it gradually slow down. Inuyasha nuzzled into his brother's chest, provoking his mate to play with his ears.

 

The rubbing of his sensitive ears was so madly intoxicating! This caused Inuyasha to wonder why Sesshomaru had shown this sudden gesture of kindness. Perhaps, after the work is done, a man spent will always be a man spent.

 

After lying there for what felt like both seconds and centuries, Sesshomaru finally picked himself up from the futon plastered with their mixture of genetic filth. Wrapping his discarded kimono around him, he bent down to kiss his mate on the cheek and then lick again at the blood that wouldn't stop flowing from his wounds.

 

“Did you have fun, pup?” Sesshomaru asked as he bent over Inuyasha's body. He ran a single claw from the cleft between his collarbones all the way down to his navel.

 

“Gods, yes.”

 

“Then we do this again tomorrow.”

 

Wait a minute! Tomorrow was supposed to be Inuyasha's night!

 

“Hey, Sesshomaru! I thought we were supposed to—“

 

“Later.”

 

Sesshomaru bowed to the bewildered and naked hanyou sprawled across the floor. Closing his eyes, he turned to face the door. With a single motion, he left the room, brushing the door aside like a mere suggestion.