InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Topsy Turvy ❯ Like Fathers, Like Sons ( Chapter 4 )

Quick Note- Thanks again all of you guys for the reviews, especially to the ones that reviewed on more than one website. Another lemon is coming very very soon. Just for you all. Oh, and in this chapter, I am putting my real notes at the end, so that there are no spoilers. BE SURE TO READ IT.

 

Synopsis- All about Inutaisho…and of course the morning after

 

Beta- The truly incomparable Demitria Miriam. <3 <3 <3 That's right. 3 of `em.

 

Disclaimer- I do not own Inuyasha, but in my most recent creation of fan art, lets just say I found the real uses of the Tenseiga and Tetsusaiga. The brothers were nice enough to let me watch. Yummy.

 

Inutaisho pressed his ear to the wall, closing his eyes as if it would aid his cause. He could just barely hear the growl of Sesshomaru's voice through the partition of stone. Summoning up just a little more of his youki, he concentrated as hard as he could on his son's words.

 

“Did you have fun, pup?” Sesshomaru's voice purred with what the inu lord registered as affection.

 

Now he was getting somewhere.

 

“Gods yes.”

 

Inutaisho chuckled at the breathlessness behind those words. He had heard every little gasp that left Inuyasha's lips, as Sesshomaru probed every inch of his core, but nobody else needed to know that.

 

“Then we do this again tomorrow.” The great lord stiffened. What did `this' entail exactly, Sesshomaru? You wouldn't dare disobey me.

 

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

 

Inutaisho should have known that his eldest would need coercive action, but he had to hope that the bond of marking would convince him otherwise.

 

“Later.”

 

Stupid pigheaded ass of a son!

 

The door to the chamber flung open with a dull thud. Quickly, Inutaisho threw himself against the wall, not daring to let a breath escape his lips. He thought for sure that Sesshomaru would have spent at least a little more time with Inuyasha! If either of his sons discovered he was here…well, he didn't want to think about that. Some situations were best left unexplored, even in the privacy of one's own cranium.

 

Sesshomaru strutted proudly through the open door, clothing hastily hung around him. The events of the night had undoubtedly put him in rare form, as a smile played across his lips, twisted though it was. Inutaisho squinted to see his face clearer, but Sesshomaru's eyes were obscured by the bangs that framed his gaze. Damn it, Sesshomaru!

 

“Wait! Brother!” Inuyasha now stood at the door, as bare as the night he was pupped. He leaned against the archway, as if his own weight was one pound too much to bear.

 

Sesshomaru paused, straightened to his full and noble height, and turned back to face his brother. The light from the wall-sconced candles flickered, throwing shadow across his eyes for an instant.

 

“Inuyasha, I am your mate. I desire you. I do not love you, but maybe I will. Or, perhaps I won't. Maybe it's only our heat.”

 

Inutaisho finally saw his eyes in the candle light. He grinned. They were filled with passion. Liar! Haha!

 

“This is how things have always been done! It's not a question of love or feelings. We are just doing our duty. Hell, did you really think I would submit to you so willingly on my own? Wake up! I only went along with father's words so that I could have my turn on you without resistance,” the elder of the two informed a growling Inuyasha.

 

Sesshomaru toyed with the end of his braid. “So, have you always done everything that father says?”

 

Inuyasha paused in thought. “No.”

 

“Well?” Sesshomaru purred. Inutaisho bit down on his lip as hard as he could to stop his rage from boiling into a full transformation.

 

“But this is deeper than that! This is natural law!” Inuyasha was silent for a moment. “What if I don't conceive?”

 

“Then you are obviously sterile. I will have to take a concubine.” Sesshomaru took a few steps forward reaching out to touch Inuyasha's heaving chest. “But don't worry, I have great faith in you, little brother.”

 

His hand snaked from his sternum to his neck, grazing the wound of his mark on the way. Inuyasha grimaced, only to find his contorted lips enveloped in and at the mercy of Sesshomaru.

 

The heat drunken youkai blew in his younger brother's ear before whispering to him. “Well, since you are so partial to tradition, then you won't mind my leave to my own separate room.”

 

“Screw you, too.” Inuyasha flattened his ears against his head tightly, almost hiding them in his moonbeam hair.

 

“You just did.”

 

“Keh!”

 

Slamming the door, Inuyasha retreated into the mating room, ready to head to his own quarters through an adjacent passage.

 

Inutaisho unclenched his teeth, happy to see his sons departing their separate ways. With a sigh, he stretched his long legs outward, not anticipating the tiny scrapes of his heels on the floor. He hoped nobody had heard him.

 

A certain somebody did, however.

 

Sesshomaru froze, sniffing the air for anyone in the vicinity. He whirled around to catch whoever had dared to disturb his night, even if every night from now on would be his.

 

Damn it! This whole castle smells like my father, and Inuyasha. I can't smell a thing! Hell, I smell like my father and Inuyasha!

 

Inutaisho threw up the weakest barrier possible, praying that the crackling of electricity would be inaudible. Sesshomaru could look quite frightening when he was frightened himself. It was a cold strength that ran through his muscles, the intelligence that leads to detachment. Inutaisho no longer could see the likeness of himself in his son. No, at that moment his blood belonged to something else entirely.

 

Damn it! Get away from me. Go! Your bed, though it contains no hanyou, is much more interesting than this hallway!

 

He tried to flush every thought out of his mind as his son visually scanned the area. If he was nothing, nothing would be in his place.

 

Finally, after a disgruntled growl and halfhearted search, Sesshomaru decided that the invisible sound was not worth pursuing and departed. It wasn't until he had disappeared for a full five minutes that the Lord of the West finally let his guard down.

 

Brushing the dust from the fortress floor with his twin fluffy pelts, Inutaisho stood up and slunk over to the now closed entrance of the mating room. He gingerly opened the door, peering in on his tiptoes to make sure that his youngest son was no longer lurking within the depths.

 

The room looked just as familiar as the day he had been mated. Had it really been millennia since he had stood in his sons' stead? God, did he even remember what it was like to be a virgin? Hmmm. He was going to have to think about that one.

 

Inutaisho kicked the dirtied futon to the side of the room with his foot and stood in the spot where it had rested. Sliding to the ground, he reflected upon his night of claiming.

 

He closed his eyes and rested his hands on either side of his body on the stone floor for support. The magic inside the room made him feel intoxicated as it filled his chest. All so suddenly, the memories came flooding back. It was here that the Lord of the West had received boundless pleasure, sitting down the very same way, his knees bent, legs spread, back arched and fingers spidered apart to support his weight. Oh, how he could feel it even now.

 

Like Sesshomaru, he had never known anyone who could dominate him in battle, let alone the bedroom. That had all changed in one night.

 

Inutaisho clenched his fingers, his muscles reliving the distant past. To his surprise, his claws glided right through four scrapes. It was here! This was the very place he had been taken.

 

Then, the daiyoukai ran his palms upward, gliding over more irregular divots in the stone. A tide of warmth broke over him at the remembrance. Varying in form and slick to the touch, they had been gouged by poison acid. Inutaisho had been given an antidote against that very acid prior to the mating, so that his lover wouldn't accidentally kill him with an excited ejaculation of toxin from his claws. He grinned. Though the toxin didn't kill him, but it did leave a fantastic set of scars at the base of his ribcage.

 

Inutaisho rolled over on to his knees, resting his forehead on the floor, claws still entrenched in the ancient gouges. He swore he could feel the hot breath of fire on the back of his neck. Was that the brush of angel wings on his cheek or the soft violet hair of his lover come to pay its respects to the stripes on his face? In his pointed ear, a forked tongue whispered sweet nothings and dirty plans before it traced his outline. How he grieved for being able to look up and see those emerald eyes, slit like a midnight star, and feel the bellows of his mate's chest pressing lightly against his back. Inutaisho sighed.

 

Ryuu…I miss you.

xXx

 

Inuyasha woke up bleary eyed as the rays of the morning sun attacked his peaceful rest. He struggled to use a pillow to cover his eyes from the blinding light. Man! It hurt like hell to make any kind of movement. His muscles were sore, much more so than after an intense battle, especially the ones of his inner saddle. What had he done to deserve this?

 

A flash of silver hair and deceptively passion-laced eyes filled his vision.

 

Oh that's right. This is Sesshomaru's fault. Fucking bastard fucked me into the ground and then left. Fucking asshole. The hanyou groaned in pain as he flipped over in his bed.

 

“Rise and shine kid! Welcome to the world of adulthood!”

 

No, no. Go away. Can't you see what your decision has cost me, you psychopath?!?

 

Inutaisho snatched the pillow from Inuyasha's eyes. The hanyou flailed in vain to keep the sun from burning his sight. The elder just smiled and plopped down on the bed next to his son who continued to try and ignore his father's presence.

 

“Leave me alone. I hardly got any sleep last night, I have hell to look forward to this evening, and my ass hurts like a mother, just like the rest of me!” Inuyasha growled. Inutaisho chuckled behind a hand. “What? It's entirely your fault anyway. Uungh! My father: the sadist.”

 

The demon lord offered an opalesque powdery substance to his son. “Here, dump all of this into your mouth and then drink this water. You'll be right as rain.”

 

Inuyasha, rolling his eyes, accepted the white powder. After all, what could it really hurt that didn't already ache? To his surprise, every twinge in his body died the moment he swallowed the last drop of water.

 

“What is that stuff?” Inuyasha asked.

 

“Just a little mating present that my father gave to me a long time ago. You know, I used to have a mate with poisonous claws. Considering that Sesshomaru has these capabilities, I really should have given you this antidote before he came to you last night.”

 

“Keh! Now you think of it.” Inuyasha stretched out his arms behind his head. “Poison antidote. So that's why I hurt so much. The bastard was leaking. He probably knew it too”

 

Inutaisho mused on it. “Well, because Sesshomaru is a dog demon, I didn't think that he would affect you with such potent effects. If Sesshomaru would have been the same species of youkai that his father was…you'd definitely be dead by now.”

 

Inuyasha tried to process what his father had just said. “Wait, what?”

 

“Oh yeah, the species of the daiyoukai carrier, or mother if you will, is the species of the child in a cross species union. However, the young can inherit any attacks of either parent. I thought you would be safe because we are all dog demons.”

 

Inuyasha snorted. “I could have told you it was nonlethal. Its not the first time I've gotten a face full of claws. I just usually don't stay there on my hands and knees and let him inject it into my sides!...or my back, or my shoulders…or my-ouch!”

 

Inuyasha yelped when he tried to bring himself into a sitting position. The antidote hadn't healed everything apparently.

 

The Lord of the West held out a glass of a foul smelling green liquid. “And that one wouldn't have been fixed by the powder.” He started to giggle uncontrollably. “Here's a regular painkiller.”

 

His hanyou son glared at him, but still snatched the drink from his hands. “There is nothing funny about this situation.”

 

“Ah, you get used to it after a while. You just kind of have to relax into it,” Inutaisho sighed. He felt himself slipping back to that beautiful place that he had left behind in the mating room. Right now he just felt so…full.

 

Inuyasha finally put a few of his father's comments together. “Wait…you're an…you mean…”

 

“Uke? And loved it?” Inuyasha's father said with a slight twinkle in his eye. The hanyou grimaced. From his father, this was just too much information.

 

“Just uke would have sufficed, thanks.”

 

He couldn't believe it. His father was by far the most powerful demon that had ever walked this earth. There was almost no creature that would dare to challenge the youkai lord in his glory in the whole of Japan. Somebody had actually managed to climb upon his back…and stay there? Inuyasha felt slightly saddened but couldn't explain why. The snow white purity of his father now seemed tarnished a garish black. Why? The realization of fear finally seeped into the hanyou's brain.

 

Though I have the blood of this powerful demon within me, does his submission assign me his role? I just wanted a chance to be needed, even if only for one night, by the brother who had felt it none too easy to cast me aside as something below him. Is that my fate?

 

The demon lord dug into a pocket that he hid deep inside his obi. His fingers kept searching, not sure where the hidden treasure was. Aha! He produced a bronze box, ornately wrought so that an Inuyoukai curved around one side of the box and a dragon swirling through the other side. Their two tails were intertwined.

 

To my dearest Inutaisho was the inscription between the veering bodies of the sculptured youkai. The engraved plate flashed like a mirror in the sunlight. He gave it to Inuyasha.

 

“What is this?” Inuyasha asked, flipping open the top. Inside were two things: a shimmery red powder and a claw curved, shaped like nothing he had never seen before. Curiously, he went to sniff the contents of the box.

 

“No!” barked Inutaisho. “If you inhale the powder, it might kill you!”

 

Inuyasha slammed the box closed. “You should have warned me about that earlier, Father!” Sometimes the hanyou really doubted the sanity of his parent. He knew Sesshomaru did, too. Sometimes life was just like living inside an experiment that only Inutaisho knew the protocol for.

 

Inutaisho placed one of his hands overtop of the box to emphasize its danger. “That powder is made from the claws of Sesshomaru's father. It is a toxin deadly beyond belief.”

 

“You keep forgetting to say the name of this famous father. Or what he is for that matter. Why?” Inuyasha had to fight to keep his frustration from showing. He had to know what his competition would be, that unknown shadow that stood between him and Sesshomaru.

 

“It's complicated. That is all you need to know of our situation.” Inutaisho propped his elbow on a knee, so that he could rest his chin in the palm of his hand. “His name was Ryuukotsusei. He was the last of the great race of the midnight dragons.”

 

That was not at all what Inuyasha had thought he was going to hear. In fact it couldn't be right. Ryuukotsusei? The same dragon his father had sealed to the side of a cliff centuries ago, with his own claw, no less. That Ryuukotsusei?

 

“Seriously, who was your first mate?” Inuyasha gasped. Inutaisho just gazed back with a strangely blissful expression of glass. “I mean, that can't be right,” Inuyasha sputtered. “Like, you keep mentioning poison abilities. I thought dragons had lightning and fire attacks!”

 

The youkai lord sighed. “Yes they do, being of the ancient lineage of serpent youkai. My Ryuu had a few poison ones as well. They just didn't do as much widespread damage. That's not handy for a power thirsty dragon now is it?”

 

Inuyasha let out his breath. His deflated shoulders called the attention of Inutaisho who began to rub them.

 

Ryuukotsusei had once tried to kill his father, at about the time Inuyasha was born. If his prior life experiences with Sesshomaru spoke of anything, was he to be trapped into a similar situation one day?

 

Inuyasha leaned back into his father's hands. “You sealed your mate to a cliff? With your claw? Why?”

 

The youkai frowned. “I…felt like it.”

 

“Come on!” How am I supposed to make sense of myself if you won't tell me anything?

 

“I have no intention of discussing my sex life with my son.” Inuyasha caught him running a finger over the dragon on the poison box.

 

“Oh!” Inuyasha threw his hands up in the air. “Now, that's a relief!”

 

Inutaisho winked. “I know, right?”

 

“You know, I really hate you sometimes.”

 

“Very well then. What I have given you just might save your life.” Inutaisho stated haughtily. “If Sesshomaru gives you any trouble at all, just dip your claws into the powder and scratch the beast as hard as you can on any of his markings.”

 

Inuyasha's eyes grew wide. “You mean, you're giving me the opportunity to kill that bastard if he won't submit to me?”

 

“Now be nice, he's your mate, not a bastard. Of course you won't kill Sesshomaru. Ryuu was his father, after all,” the youkai lord scolded his son.

 

Inuyasha knit his brows together. “But you said it's lethal to dog demons if left untreated.”

 

“Sesshomaru is a special case. His blood has a tolerance for his father's toxin but not completely. Dragon poison doesn't kill him. It just, well…you'll see.” Inutaisho placed the box one more time in his son's hand.

 

“Oh, and whatever you do, do not accidentally nick yourself when the poison is on your claws. And it's probably better if Sesshomaru didn't know that this little gift of ours exists.”

 

The hanyou nodded. Inuyasha stared at the bronze box in his hands. Somehow the key to Sesshomaru's submission was contained in vermillion powder and his father's fingernails. Just when he thought his family was weird…it got a little bit stranger. Just as his father had carried it, Inuyasha tucked the container into his obi. Today was going to be a long day.

 

A/N- I told you there would be one here too. I guess that even though this story is set in the feudal times, it should be considered slightly AU. I figured that I should answer some questions that might be raised on the timing.

 

This story takes place…

After Izayoi has already died of her own mortal lifespan.

 

While Ryuukotsusei still lies pinned to the cliff from InuT's claw.

 

In an alternate reality where InuT is still alive, because he managed to kill Takemaru (from the 3rd movie) when they met on the steps of Izayoi's palace (he was able to heal himself from Ryuu's wounds).

 

Without any meeting of the human characters from Inuyasha. With daddy dearest still alive…why would pretty much anything that happened in the whole series have come to pass? Easy! Under the power of the great dog lord, none of this would have had to happen. No Kagome, no breaking of the Shikon no Tama. And Kikyou would probably still be alive somewhere, but I am sure her path would be completely different. Same with Naraku. I am sure he exists in my world, but I am not going out of my way to find him. Gah!

 

As InuT is still alive, he still owns all 3 swords of destiny. No Tenseiga/Tetsusaiga rivalry here. I have a special plan for those swords though.

 

I also wanted to point you guys toward what I saw Ryuu looking like. I found this picture done by vega sailor a while ago, and it just kinda stuck with me. I don't know her at all, but her work with the Ryuu/InuT pairing really inspired me. I encourage everybody to go look at it- nods nods.

hxxp : // www . deviantart . com /deviation/27525096/

hxxp : // www . deviantart . com /deviation/32901793/

remember, I don't know her at all. Besides, from what I have read, I know she doesn't support Sess/Inu. This is just a little glimpse into what made me do what I did, nothing more.

 

Phew! Now that's over with! Thanks for reading. Review! You know you wanna.