InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Topsy Turvy ❯ Submission ( Chapter 5 )

Quick Note- This is the next uber long installment in the Topsy Turvy saga, which I try to update once a week. However, because I have a term paper due in three weeks, which I haven't started writing…so until the 18th, my updates will not be quite so regular. Believe me, I would much rather be writing on this piece instead. So I wrote an extremely long (for me) chapter to tide you all over…I hope.

 

Synopsis- The moment you all have been waiting for (or in my case dreading)…Inuyasha on top. Plus a sexy solo played by Sesshomaru on the skin flute. Warning! LEMON CONTENT!!!

 

Beta- Demitra Miriam…it's a bird…it's a plane...no it's a DC reference…wait! It's Super!Dembo. Seriously guys…she's fast…and she's good (wait that didn't come out the way I wanted it to…but I just have to leave it in. Sorry Dem!)

 

Disclaimer- I do not in any way claim ownership of the Inuyasha anime. However, at the moment it claims to own me. I am looking into suing it for reparations of stealing my soul and brain.

 

Sesshomaru looked at himself in the mirror. With the back of his claws, he traced down across the twin stripes adorning his right cheek. His eyes closed automatically as his fingers brushed that magic spot, the one that made his ears ring when he skimmed the flesh ever so lightly. He rubbed it again, imagining that they weren't his claws this time.

 

Inuyasha was tracing every contour of his body, trying to find every little alcove that harbored his hidden nerves. It was his mate's hands, not the desperate wanderings of his own paws. His kimono dropped to the floor as the hands of the hanyou's projected image swept down his collarbone and onto his chest. The friction of the palms against his nipples only intensified with every circular revolution. The phantom Inuyasha tweaked them, smiling inwardly as they pricked up at his call. But, now! Now was the time he would travel down the waterfall of skin that bent to flow around the muscular knots of his abdominals. At the end of that heavenly trail the cusps of two mirrored slashes pointed the way for all to see.

 

Sesshomaru glided backwards, falling gracefully down to the end of his bed. The silk of his sheets caressed his back while his knees were free standing, feet planted firmly on the floor. He ran his hands over his hipbones, over the crimson streaks, and into his nest of soft white curls.

 

“Inuyasha…” he whispered.

 

Sesshomaru grasped his manhood in one hand, the hand that he wishedwas not his own. It pulsed lightly, as if intentionallyteasing its captor, daring him to touch some more.

 

“Oh, Inuyasha…” he moaned, wetting his lips. He had known all along that Inuyasha existed only to serve him, ever since he had seen the hanyou child carried to him in his father's arms. Even then, the little inu pup had just stared at his brother with wide, half fascinated, half fearing eyes.

 

“Sesshomaru, I would never dream of topping you,” the imaginary hanyou purred.

 

“I know you wouldn't. Oh!” A jolt of pleasure zipped down his spine as his fingers spun down the sides from the tip of his phallus, his back arching in pure pleasure.

 

“You are so powerful, aniki. I need you to protect and care for me, just as much as you need me to love you,” said the ghost.

 

He began to run his hands down over his erection, one after the other, giving him the illusion of one continuous slick hollow. The muscles in his legs stood out in chords as he pushed his feet further against the floor.

 

“Inuyasha, right now you are every dream made complete. That is why I have waited so long to say that I…”

 

“SESSHOMARU! UNLOCK THIS DOOR!” An angry voice bellowed suddenly. The door rattled as the intruder shook it, smacking a strong fist against the jamb repeatedly.

 

Hobbling rather ungracefully, Sesshomaru threw on his kimono and ran to the door.

 

“Father! I was sleeping! Hold on a minute,” Sesshomaru growled. He threw open the door to reveal his parent glowering at him, his hands on his hips. The younger youkai swiveled his hips slightly back and to the left, trying to hide the evidence of his past activities. Inutaisho eyed his squirming son with suspicion. Sesshomaru immediately froze, glaring at the dog lord from beneath his crimson lids.

 

“I have come to talk to you about tonight,” Inutaisho intoned.

 

Sesshomaru flicked his hair back over his shoulders. “I already told you that you need not worry about your precious hanyou pup. I have things all under control.”

 

The two inu youkai stared one another down, knowing full well that any inch given from one to the other meant victory over all. Inutaisho knew how to win nearly every fight with the angsty teen. It was all in the hair. His vanity, his untouchable aura, his pride, and his feathers were all ruffled up at the same time with the touch of a finger.

 

Sesshomaru dodged the hand that sought out the flaxen strands. He snarled. “Play with your own hair. I haven't done anything to upset you today.”

 

To his further anger, Inutaisho burst out laughing. Between guffaws, he managed to choke out, “You know son, one day you are going to look back upon your 9th century and realize how stupid you sound sometimes.”

 

Sesshomaru molded his hands into fists. “What if I don't agree to play by your little games? Who would look stupid then?”

 

“So you admit that you are not submitting to Inuyasha tonight?” Inutaisho cocked an eyebrow at his seething offspring. “Do you want to push me that far? Believe me. I'll know.”

 

“What are you going to do about it? Sit in the corner and jack off as you watch that freak defile me?” Sesshomaru snarled.

 

“Sesshomaru, now what is the proper title of `that freak'?” Inutaisho scolded, ignoring his eldest son's sickening insinuation.

 

Sesshomaru crossed his arms over his chest. “My half-breed, bastard brother, of course.”

 

“Wrong again.” Inutaisho made another swipe for the hair, inciting a low growl from his son.

 

“Inuyasha.” If looks could kill…well, Inutaisho would have died many moons ago.

 

Inutaisho smiled benignly. “And who is that?”

 

“I already told you.”

 

“SESSHOMARU!” he barked, his patience with his impertinent son on its last strand.

 

“Fine. My mate,” Sesshomaru stated, thoroughly ticked off. He pulled his hastily donned kimono closer to him as it tried to unravel itself. Damn it all, now he had a headache.

 

He rubbed the crescent moon on his forehead, turning to go back into his chamber. The dog lord followed him in, settling into the giant armchair that filled up the corner next to his son's bed. Inutaisho sighed as he watched the young demontry to ignore his presence, first dressing properly, fitting himself with the light armor he preferred to wear on a daily basis, and tying his golden obi snug about his waist. It wasn't until Sesshomaru was wrapping his shoulder with his mokomoko-sama that he spoke again.

 

“Why are you still here?” Sesshomaru asked condescendingly.

 

“Sesshomaru, I know that this is hard for you, but if you really are the top, it will be known soon and no more will be said of the matter. Just give him what he wants, just one time, and then clean your hands of it,” Inutaisho begged. The younger youkai frowned, this time more with displeasure rather than anger.

 

“Come now. You don't want Inuyasha to be considered the mature one of the family, now do you?” Inutaisho drawled. Sometimes he wasn't sure if he was talking to his heir or babysitting a toddler.

 

Sesshomaru's face softened slightly. It wasn't much, but the daiyoukai lord could feel the animosity that his son sent through the air dying down to its baseline simmer.

 

“What is my ritual tonight?” Sesshomaru asked.

 

“Just let him take you once. That's all there is to it.”

 

Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes at his father. “Why?”

 

“Come on, Sesshomaru, it's just one night. Hell, once you get chosen, you can really rub it in the next time you guys…you know, do it. Revenge is always sweet for you, or so I've noticed.” Inutaisho hoped that he had done enough ego stroking. Please, just do it.

 

“I'll consider it.” Sesshomaru refused to look at the other occupant in the room, but he knew that if his father was smart enough he'd be able to read between his lines, especially after nearly 900 years.

 

Inutaisho grinned. Victory!

xXx

 

Inuyasha grabbed his ears, harshly attempting to shove them under his hair that was now braided, just as his mate's had been prepared on his night. To his dismay they caused tiny currents to be formed in the perfect river of silver. Eventually, the little triangles of flesh broke free from the bondage of their strands. He sighed. Having hanyou dog ears just didn't look as dashing when his hair was braided.

 

He stared down at his claws that were gilt in fine silver. Why did everything feel so second hand to him? Did they have to repeat everything in exactly the same way?

 

Damn you, Sesshomaru. Even when I get to take your position from you, you still have won the right of first claim. I follow in your footsteps, just like I have for my entire life. You get the throne, you get the kingdom, and you get the favors. But what do I get? I get your outgrown clothing, I get to be your next in line, and I get to be your bitch. It's not fair and you know it.

 

Inutaisho slid the white kimono over his youngest son's shoulders, passing the embroidered obi once again. Watching his son's conflict with his disagreeing hair and ears had reminded him of something. “Let me help you with this,” he said.

 

He undid the braid that bound the hanyou's mane and grabbed the small sections of hair that descended from in front of his ears. Twisting and braiding, he brought them to form a single plait that started from the top of his head, letting it lay loose on top of the rest of his free flowing hair.

 

“There now, doesn't that look better?” The inu youkai pointed his son towards the mirror. “I am afraid I forgot to tell our servants that the hanyou hairstyle is different than that of a youkai.”

 

Inutaisho then took Inuyasha's hand in his, extending the boy's index finger. “This should impress your lover now.” He pricked his own fingertip, so that the blood beaded up on the top. Then with his claw, he punctured Inuyasha's digit, smashing the points of blood together.

 

“Hey, what the hell are you doing? Wait…what?!” Inuyasha was startled by the image that stared back at him in the mirror. Three violet stripes were creeping across his face, his eyelids darkening into a deep red like his brother's. However, his eyes remained a clear amber color, not fully changing over to his demon state.

 

“That should last you for a few hours. If you start to fade, use Sesshomaru's blood. That is unless of course you have to use our little friend in the box. I don't know if his blood would protect you from that.”

 

Inuyasha's heart swelled with pride. He couldn't wait until his brother laid eyes upon his beautiful new form. He felt transformed. He felt sexy. He felt…in control.

 

xXx

 

Sesshomaru lay face down upon the new futon that resided in the mating room. The sun was setting, casting its dying rays through the windows for one final moment. He hadn't yet bothered to disrobe. In fact, he hadn't yet decided what he would do about his current situation. However, his father had given him a convincing argument.

 

“Come on, Sesshomaru, it's just one night. Hell, once you get chosen, you can really rub it in the next time you guys…you know, do it. Revenge is always sweet for you, or so I've noticed.”

 

Perhaps his father was right. After all, Inuyasha was just a hanyou. The impure blood that sluiced through his brother had to prevent him from being the seme. Besides, his father had said `once you get chosen', didn't he? Wasn't that victory in itself, mentioning that?

 

Perhaps he could keep insinuating the fact that Inuyasha couldn't take him, unless he Sesshomaru felt generous to hand out a gift. A gift that would never be given again, as the hanyou would spend the rest of his life upon his hands and knees. What better a position for a hanyou to take? The ground is close enough to lick without difficulty. The youkai smiled deviously at the thought.

 

Suddenly, Sesshomaru's ears pricked up involuntarily. He was coming. He could smell the excitement and anxiety on his brother's skin, even through the door.

 

Do I smell fear? The youkai loved no smell better than the terror and uncertainty of a rival. Tipping his head back, he searched for the scent of his beloved aphrodisiac.

 

To his surprise, he found none. This can't be right. He is unafraid. There was a new scent intermingled with the essence of Inuyasha. It was the fragrance of pride.

 

“Hello, brother.”

 

The words that fell from Inuyasha's mouth tasted like ice. Sesshomaru finally opened his eyes to see his mate.

 

“How do I look?”

 

Poison started todrip from the youkai's claws. “Who are you, and what have you done with my mate?”

 

“Really? I thought the ears were a dead giveaway.” Inuyasha took a few steps toward the future lord. His purple markings stood out even more against his pale skin. Sesshomaru growled.

 

“Who said you could access your demon form. You know we aren't allowed to transform within the bounds of the castle, you stupid mongrel.”

 

“I never said I did.”

 

Sesshomaru rose to his feet. This was not the sorry, pathetic, pitiful creature his father had promised. He glared at Inuyasha, who looked back at him defiantly. If he gave anything to the hanyou, it was going to be a gift of mercy. The conceited fire that raced through his brother's blood disgusted him. Did he really think himself worthy of claiming the pureblooded youkai?

 

“You may not have me.”

 

“Keh! You have to. You have no choice. Besides you know what Father sai— ”

 

Sesshomaru lunged forward, his right fist connecting firmly with the three stripes emblazoned on one ofhis brother's cheeks. The torrents of rage within him sprang to life.

 

“You have no right, oututo. I will not have you take anything from me. You will feel the profundity of my mercy. Only when you see your unworthiness and beg will you receive favors from me.”

 

Then the other fist slammed into Inuyasha's face, knocking the hanyou back into a dazed standing position. Digging his claws into the white kimono, Sesshomaru lifted his mate's body and slammed him into the wall with a sickening crunch. Inuyasha spat out blood, narrowly missing his elder bother's eye.

 

“No, you have no right. I'll take what I want. As much as you hate to admit it, the fact that you find me such a threat means that I am equal to you, you fucking asshole.” Inuyasha dug deep inside himself, mustering enough strength to throw Sesshomaru backwards.

 

The daiyoukai sliced through his attacker's clothing, blood staining the shoulder. The promise of iron in the air excited the demon within him. He must pay. He will pay.

 

Brother stared at brother as they circled the room on silent feet, the futon as the centerpiece. Sesshomaru hated the way that Inuyasha tossed his hair, he despised the cocky smile that crossed his face and, most of all, he was disgusted that he had ever considered the idea of submitting to him for even the minutest fraction of a second.

 

Inuyasha stared down at his wounded shoulder. Sesshomaru could never find out about the box, no matter the cost. Removing it from his obi, he stripped off the kimono, effectively hiding the poison container in the cloth. Sesshomaru didn't notice the small thud that the discarded garment made. All he noticed was the weak, unmarred body that demanded his immediate discipline. He had to touch that body glazed in the sheen of anxious sweat, to whisper to the jugular that beat at his neck that he alone was dominant. The embarrassment of Inuyasha would be glorious, as he would claim him twice.

 

Sesshomaru sneered. Leaping into the air, he grasped one of Inuyasha's arms, and twisted it, forcing the hanyou to stand with his back to him. He bore down on the slightly smaller body. Sinews stood tight as they stood in that deadlocked position.

 

“Kneel,” Sesshomaru growled. With his tongue he swiped the edge of the soft white ear that flicked back and forth in front of his face. To his happiness and surprise, the hanyou sank to his knees. With his free hand, he began to massage the muscles around his shoulders.

 

“Yes. Now you understand. Hmmm. Perhaps I, Sesshomaru, shall show you, you ungrateful pup, the mercy that I am capable of. Tonight, I will leave you alive.”

 

Inuyasha saw the crumpled kimono balled up next to the far corner of the futon. If he could keep fooling his brother into his compliance, he knew he would get more freedom of position. If he acted submissive, an attack would be unexpected.

 

“I am sorry, aniki.” Inuyasha twisted backwards to kiss his brother in fake apology. Nuzzling the crimson stripes, he gave a small whine. “Father told me to do it. You must understand.”

 

Sesshomaru released his arm and began to stroke through the sliver hair that beckoned to him. He pulled the hanyou's hips closer to his own, pressing his erection against the side of his leg.

 

“You really should stop listening to that arrogant ass. One day he will be no more, and you will be at my whim. One day he will give me everything he has. Your decision tonight is very wise of you, Inuyasha. Perhaps you are worthy of me as a mate.”

 

Inuyasha twisted around, taking Sesshomaru's face in his hands. He could feel their hearts revving in their chests as their lips connected, passion conduced from tongue to tongue. The roving claws of his youkai mate rested for a split second at the top of his hips before reaching backwards to grab a fist full of the tender behind. Inuyasha ground his genitalia against Sesshomaru's leg, feeling himself grow hard against the male he had found himself become more and more attracted to.

 

He had to draw Sesshomaru into a vulnerable position. This just had to work.

 

Inuyasha kissed the youkai's strong jaw line, then licked down the side of his neck to his shoulder, continuing to his chest and then on to his waist. Without warning he crashed flat on his back, grinning up at his brother, who wore a slightly shocked expression.

 

“You might have won who takes who, but I still have the say in when we do it.”

 

Sesshomaru cocked an eyebrow. “You do, do you?”

 

“Yes. And I give you, right now, permission to take me here, as I lay.”

 

The inu youkai straddled the hanyou's waist, pressing his weight down upon his mate's sternum. “There again, you are confused. I take what I want, when I want it.” He leaned harder onto Inuyasha's chest. “Even the breath in your body belongs to me.”

 

Inuyasha cursed inwardly. It felt like a ton of rocks had been bound to his chest. The stars were creeping into his vision, each new one appearing with every puff squeezed from his lungs. Perhaps he had taken the submission a little too far. Blindly patting the ground beside him he caught the hem of his kimono with a claw. Just a little bit longer...

 

Suddenly, the pressure released. Opening his eyes, he was greeted with the gloating, wanton gaze of his brother. He grasped Inuyasha's knees, pressed them apart, and filled the void between them with his hips. The hanyou jumped as Sesshomaru lowered himself down so that he was just touching the tips of their members together. The youkai laughed.

 

“I will have you now. I want to see the look on your face as I allow you to climax. I want to see your gratitude.”

 

“Sesshomaru…” Inuyasha stalled. Damn it! Where's the box?

 

Sesshomaru bent down to lick the mark. Inuyasha could feel his body start to wrack with spasms. Why did it have to feel so good when he did that? He ran his free hand over the youkai's ribs. What if he did give in to Sesshomaru? After all, it felt strangely fulfilling to be sharing the heat of his older brother's body, languishing in the caress of his possessive tongue. As the thin but soft lips of the daiyoukai groped his own, he felt his will to move ebbing away. Strangely, he had never felt more secure in his life than he did now beneath Sesshomaru.

 

Inuyasha began to draw his hand out of the shed kimono in defeat, when he hit the hard metallic rim of the inu and ryuu youkai's joined tails. It had been there all along, much closer to his body than he had ever anticipated. Sliding the claws on his middle and index fingers into the box, he coated them in the blood red powder. Suddenly, submission was no longer an option.

 

The hanyou withdrew his hand, and stabbed the claws into the crimson markings that slashed at Sesshomaru's hips. Both fingers had found their mark in a stripe. Inuyasha clenched his eyes together, anticipating the worst. Just then, Sesshomaru let out the loudest, most painful cry Inuyasha had ever heard. It burned his ears; he could feel the raw emotion bleeding from his brain.

 

“Onegai, aniki,” he whispered.

 

Pain, like acidic fiery knives sliced into Sesshomaru's side. He wanted to howl. He wanted to rip his own poison claws into the hanyou. He wanted to kill. Just when he had shown some softness, Inuyasha had betrayed him. His senses were electrified, amplified with pure hatred.

 

Sesshomaru braced himself to give a massive attack, a lunge at the half breed's throat. Oddly, he felt as if his paws had been made of lead.

 

That's unusual.

 

He tried to straighten his back so that he could throw more of his weight into the attack. Nothing.

 

What is going on?

 

Angrily, the youkai called upon his true form, feeling the heady strength lend him its power. He focused his mind, visualizing the giant dog in all its demonic glory. His pre-transformation ritual ultimately unlocked the channel that separated his mental self from his physical self. There, now he could see the gigantic canine clearly in his mind's eye.

 

I don't care if this room is not big enough to hold me. I will kill this son of a bitch.

 

He called upon the air in the room to aid him in transformation, to whip him into a cocoon of power.

 

Inuyasha, you will pay dearly.

 

Sesshomaru could see that the monstrous canine was now in perfect form in his mind, ready to loom over the unsuspecting hanyou once unleashed. He flashed his eyes and...

 

Nothing happened.

 

In fact, the true form in his head was now no longer standing. He could clearly see in his mind that his conjured demonic self was now forced into a sitting position, and then pressured to submit by an massively strong and invisible force; the once proud and terrible inu being turned into nothing more than a whimpering puppy, its monstrous body whining at the impending black shadow that was steadily moving towards him, trapping him.

 

No! This can't be! Sesshomaru thought as he finally realized what his mind was showing him. His true inu form was being pinned to the floor by a violent, monstrous dragon which could only mean that... that if he couldn't conjure his true form by summoning it through his mind he couldn't transform at all! The poison of his dominant dragon half was forcing the weaker inu into submission!

 

So, Inuyasha, you know my secret. Though I am full youkai, I am half-breed, too.

 

Inuyasha opened his eyes finally. Sesshomaru was staring at him blankly; his only movement was the soft up and down of his breathing. With a tentative hand, he withdrew the claws from his scratches, looking at them in amazement. There was not a trace of blood or poison left upon them. Still, there was no motion from his brother save for a blink every few seconds.

 

What is wrong with Sesshomaru? I know I would be pissed as hell. Why won't he move? Then, realization came to Inuyasha. He's paralyzed. The dragon powder has neutralized his dog form. I wonder who else knows about this?

 

Inuyasha crawled out from under Sesshomaru's body, which was still propped up on its hands and knees. He had to see what had happened. Right where the wound should have been, the stripes at his hips had turned a deep purple. Inuyasha ran his hands over Sesshomaru's sides and down his thighs. He had never been able to just observe his brother's physique like this before. In the world of youkai and men, he truly was a masterpiece of the flesh.

 

Inuyasha climbed onto Sesshomaru's broad back and lay against him. Why was he always so surprised to feel the living heat from his brother's body, when he half expected his naked skin to be greeted with frostbitten kisses? He enveloped the helpless youkai in his embrace, resting his cheek against that of his mate.

 

“Sesshomaru, I will not gloat over your conquered body like you have mine. As mates, I am your other half, and you are mine. Now and only now are we complete.”

 

Looking over at Sesshomaru's face, he saw the nothingness that still filled his eyes. At least in this position, Inuyasha thought, I won't have to stare into that creepy emptiness.

 

Inuyasha found the jar of oil and coated his hands in the lubricant. Remembering the uncharacteristic reverence Sesshomaru had shown him, Inuyasha primed his aniki for his entrance. Why did he feel so guilty? This was his right. And if Inuyasha became the one to bear pups, he knew he would pay for this night thoroughly.

 

Plying him open with his fingers, Inuyasha inserted himself into the comfortable sheath of his lover. He grasped Sesshomaru's length in one hand, feeling the weight of the fleshy pendulum swell involuntarily against his encircled palm. With his other, he circled carefully over his scrotum. Sesshomaru had no way of hiding his arousal, being frozen in place and so exposed. Already havingpenetrated deep into Sesshomaru, Inuyasha could feel himself grow harder at the realization of his brother's stimulation. Exhilarated, he rutted into the inu youkai.

 

So this is how it feels to be the one in control...

 

Inuyasha drove into Sesshomaru, starting slow at first, building his own tempo. The tension that squeezed at him from every angle propelled every next thrust. Deeper and deeper he hammered as if with every stroke he was getting closer to discovering his mate's soul.

 

He flicked his tongue over Sesshomaru's left shoulder. “I know you like this,” he whispered in his ear. “You can't hide anything from me.”

 

Sesshomaru knew this was true. I am undone. You have shattered me. In his passive state, the warmth of his groin colored his thoughts with pleasure. The rise and fall of Inuyasha's hand on his cock made him feel so full, he swore he would explode. Inuyasha, because of you, I disgust myself.

 

“I knew this was the only way for this to happen. I just wish that you could speak.”

 

Why? Would you enjoy me cursing at your miserable self at your empty victory?

 

“I wanted to hear the dog tear loose from your throat when I make you come.”

 

Like I would ever give you the satisfaction. The spilling of my bitter seed on the ground should be enough.

 

Inuyasha bit his lip, almost certain that he knew what his brother was thinking.

 

“You can't honestly tell me that if our positions were reversed and you were the hanyou that you wouldn't resort to the same thing.”

 

Sesshomaru paused in his thinking momentarily before he quickly shoved that ludicrous idea out of his mind for the time being. As if I would ever-!

 

Pressing upward with his knuckle, Inuyasha sandwiched Sesshomaru's core between his hand and his undulating penis. Involuntarily, Sesshomaru tightened around Inuyasha, causing the hanyou to pick up his pace further. The brothers' hair now tangled and stuck together with sweat as their bodies smacked together wetly.

 

Sesshomaru closed his eyes in rapture. It was the only thing he could do. He had no choice but to be bound to that single position, rear end bludgeoned by the constant impacts with Inuyasha's hips, thighs, and stomach. Excitement roiled in his chest, anticipating his final moments.

 

Oh, Kami, forgive him for enjoying this! Sesshomaru couldn't help but curse.

 

Inuyasha fought to hold back his climax, but it was too little avail. Resorting to slower but harder strokes he nipped the tip of his brother's ear. “Aniki,” he whispered. “Tonight, I will claim you as mine.”

Having briefly nuzzled Sesshomaru's neck, he then bit down as hard as he could where his throat met his shoulder, digging his canines into the white flesh that mirrored the placement of his own mark. The release of orgasm took them both, throbbing in recognition of the pain and pleasure of the bite. It washed over them in a magic river of blood. At that exact minute, their bond was finalized.

 

Sesshomaru was held captive by memories from long ago hurtling at him from every corner of his brain. Inuyasha in their father's arms, the day he was brought home to the castle. The tiny inu hanyou waving a wooden bokkan as Sesshomaru was instructed to teach him basic combat. His brother jumping from tree to tree, trying to escape him after he had stolen his preciousmokomoko-sama.

 

Last but not least, the recent days came to join them. The expression of awe on the hanyou's face as he opened the door on the first night. The tender way he returned a kiss. The feeling of his forehead resting on his chest after making love. He knew Inuyasha felt the same flood of thought, in his own private picture show. His body had only slightly relaxed, the tension still apparent to the youkai below. At last, Inuyasha removed himself, his juices running down the insides of Sesshomaru's legs.

 

Please go away. Leave me alone. Don't you ever fucking touch me again.

 

Inuyasha did not go away. Grabbing his blood drizzled white kimono, he began to clean Sesshomaru's body, wiping off the rivulets of their sex. Then, spreading him wider, he licked the last remnants away from his rectum with his tongue. Sesshomaru took in air sharply.

 

“I will take care of you,” Inuyasha said. “But that's only when you can't care for yourself.”

 

Grunting, he lifted Sesshomaru's upper body, folding his arms to his side. It was only the weight that gave Inuyasha difficulty; the joints in the muscular body moved wherever the hanyou bade them. He leaned back, pulling the daiyoukai's body flat onto the dry side of the futon. Inuyasha nuzzled into his brother's side, pulling his head to Inuyasha's sternum. He remembered the flush of joy caused by this same simple action after Sesshomaru had claimed him for his own purposes. Curiously, he peered back up at Sesshomaru's face. It wasn't quite as full of nothing as it had been, but the fire that inspired him into dominance was gone.

 

Inuyasha felt accomplished, but still slightly dissatisfied. He had taken Sesshomaru, but it was against his will. In fact, Sesshomaru had acted utterly shaken when Inuyasha had entered the room, defensive almost. He had even accused Inuyasha of being someone or something else. If things had been different, could the outcome of this night have been changed?

 

“I truly am sorry, aniki. This wasn't at all what I had intended. He didn't tell me what it did.” Inuyasha licked the stripes on Sesshomaru's face in consolation.

 

He peered down at the stripe on his hip that had turned purple at his attack. The hue was fading back into its original color. How long it would take to change back completely, he had no idea. He didn't want to be there when Sesshomaru regained the use of his body, but he didn't have the heart to just leave him in the room either, used and discarded. For now, they would lay together. He knew it would be a long process of healing the wounds that had been inflicted tonight.

 

Sesshomaru could hear the beating of Inuyasha's heart in his chest as the hanyou held the demon close. He fought to keep awake, but the effects of the poison had made him sluggish. The distress and exhaustion of the night took hold of him, the constant music of the heartbeats soothing him into a much needed sleep.

 

I am still mad at you, half-breed, but I, Sesshomaru do not blame you. Someone else gets that honor.

 

xXx

 

Inutaisho had approached the door at the sound of snarling and growling. He should have known that Sesshomaru would not have enjoyed Inuyasha's new image, but he just couldn't bear to see his son so dejected over his appearance. He would wait just a little longer. If Sesshomaru won, he was going to have to go in there, whether the boys liked it or not.

 

Come on, Sessh. You don't have to defend your ego tonight, not with your mate, he pleaded to his son with the ears of stone.

 

Thud! Two bodies crashed against the door. Inutaisho winced. Oh, Kami! That had to hurt. He hoped that Inuyasha could handle himself. He had to. There was no other alternative. One false move and Sesshomaru might decide to kill him. The double sided bond was not yet complete. The influence of Sesshomaru's mark on Inuyasha might also lure the hanyou into a more compromising position than normal; an unrequited mark was always dangerous.

 

Then there was silence. Inutaisho rested his hand on the doorknob, straining his ears to hear any sound at all. There was only rustling and the muffled whispers of Sesshomaru's voice. If you killed him, my life would be over. What are you doing, my prodigal son? Closing his eyes, he braced himself for the worst as he started to turn the knob carefully.

 

Then like the breaking of thunder, Sesshomaru's scream resonated throughout every corridor of the fortress. Finally, his question was answered. Placing his hand back at his side, the dog lord shook his head. Poor Sesshomaru. He might have asked for it, but…ouch! With that, he returned upstairs to his bedroom, finally at some semblance of peace now that he knew Inuyasha had the upper hand.

 

Tossing and turning in his bed, the dog lord however found that the memory of Sesshomaru's pain was going to keep him awake. For his son to show that much of what he had deemed a weakness, Inuyasha must have used a good amount of the powder. Inutaisho knew it had been a very long time since Sesshomaru had been subjected to the poison. In fact, the last time he had ever been subdued by it was when he was just a puppy. Ryuu had always been a harsh disciplinarian, but as to what the dragon considered a “claw bearing offence”, the intelligent inu pup had learned early on.

 

That scream! Inutaisho sat up in bed, trying to shake out the memory. It had to be done right, regardless of how painful it might have been, didn't it? Blast it all, he needed to walk. If he deadened his body, eventually his mind would follow. The moonlit corridors of the castle were always so beautiful and soothing this time of the night anyway.

 

As he rounded the corner near his sons' quarters, he heard slow but sure placed footsteps. He sniffed the air to determine the walker. He would much rather see one of his sons than the other, after this nocturnal ordeal. To his surprise, he could not determine which of his sons had come up to rest. Standing on the tips of his toes, he peeked around the stone wall. From there behind the corner, he could see through the open door into Sesshomaru's room. What transpired before his very eyes amazed him.

 

Sesshomaru was fast asleep, head resting against Inuyasha's shoulder. The hanyou was cradling his pureblooded brother, visibly shaking under the demands of the youkai's weight. Inutaisho was stunned. His hanyou son must have carried Sesshomaru to his room all by himself; that meant all four flights of spiral stairs, too. Inuyasha had wrapped his love up in a silk sheet while he himself wore a bloodstained kimono. Gently, Inuyasha lowered his brother onto the bed, so that he might rest comfortably. Grabbing the mokomoko-sama that wound around the chair, he wrapped the luxurious fluff around Sesshomaru's body. The youkai shifted in his sleep, burying his nose in the fur.

 

Inuyasha stroked the long silver hair of his mate before fingering his own mark. “I never imagined I would be sorry for this moment, but I think I am. Maybe it would be different if you hadn't bitten me first.”

 

Inutaisho stood calmly, waiting for Inuyasha to depart for his own bed. He always seemed to witness the private moments of other people's lives, whether he meant to or not.

 

Closing the door behind him, Inuyasha pondered for a moment the meaning of his actions. When he had meant to leave the mating room, something had made him turn back and return to the sleeping youkai. The flecks of good in his spirit pulled at his pride, spreading a twinge of guilt. What if Sesshomaru didn't make it back to his bedroom before sunrise? Would he be even more humiliated to wake up and see the aftermath of this night?

 

If it had been any other time in his life, he probably would have left his brother there, sneering as he closed the door. Perhaps if he was feeling particularly boastful, he would have figured out a way to lock Sesshomaru in the room, forcing him to relive his submission over again. But something had lent him kindness.

 

Inuyasha rubbed his forehead and leaned against the wall. “I think I know what you have done,” he whispered. “You might be- no you definitely are a bastard, Sesshomaru. But in spite of all your shortcomings, I think I'm…”

 

The hanyou's face pulled into a half smile. “I think I'm falling in love with you.” He began to walk towards his own room. “But you don't need to know that, you arrogant asshole.”

 

Inutaisho smirked. The veil of sleep was finally tugging at his eyelids. Gone was the scream of pain and the worry that plagued his brain. No, he was definitely far from resolving all of the family matters, but one thing tonight had swung in his favor. Doggedly, he continued the moonlit jaunt to his bed.

 

All is well in my world.

Answers to reviews for Ch 4

 

jennyakasesshykoi0106- thanks a lot. I am glad that you like the Ryuu/InuT pairing. I just recently fell in love with it myself. I plan to do a straight Ryuu/InuT after I finish this piece. Kind of a prequel to this story.

 

Rin^^- lol! Methinks that you enjoy torturing the Sess too.

 

CrimsonInHumanBlood- thank you soo much for reviewing consistently. I always meant to put a review answer thing at the end, and now I finally did it. I really enjoy your work as well. (I need to review, but reading at work has its hazards.) Just know that for now until I get my ass in gear.

 

Faracy- father son bonding…that's a good name for it lol. And nope, he's not gonna like submission one bit. And shhhh! He's really not gonna like it on the nights that Inuyasha is human! Bwahahaha!

 

Skullz- Thank you too for the multiple reviews. And no. There will be no Naraku. That is by far the most overused plot device ever. *stomps on spider* I'll try not to make Inuyasha a helpless bitch. I think he just has some insecurities, but that's what big brother is there for.

 

SomeChick- Thanks for the complements. I know that the matchmaking father isn't quite original, but its one of my favorite scenarios, so I figured I could start from there and build up.