InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Trumped ❯ Resistance is futile ( Chapter 3 )

A/N: OK, I did say this would be a shortfic, but I just can't get Sesshomaru out of my head.  I might even throw some Miroku in here, if you guys think this PWP is worth continuing.  Or, should I start to throw in some of the ladies?  We've got Kagome, Sango, Kikyou, Kagura, and a few others we could play with for some good threesomes…or foursomes…or orgies…  My challenge stands, and I would love to co-author with anyone with a hentai streak as large as mine…

A/N2: Yes! I am continuing "Tasting Amber" and am trying to see if I can finish and upload this weekend.  I'm really, really sorry about the delay.  Since so many people like it, I've been trying to shore up the plot and still get in plenty of lemons, which had been really hard this chapter.  I apologize from the depths of my heart and will work as hard as I possibly can to get it to you guys very soon.  Many, many thanks for continuing to wait for me, and please donate to AFF so that we can all keep our stories up and running.** = thoughts *** = new section

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Inuyasha.  I just borrow him and his gorgeous brother from time to time…

Chapter 3 - Resistance is futile

Lord Sesshomaru walked lost in his thoughts, nothing in particular alerting his senses to danger, harm, or sport.  He was no longer in his territory, having grown bored of walking across the land that none dared touch while he was alive.  While he received great satisfaction from knowing that his power was unchallenged, it also left increasingly little to do as he aged.  Once his father had passed, he had nothing but warfare and strife, taking out a long and bloody decade to bring peace to the Western Lands.  But as he aged and grew more in stature and power to the late Inutaisho, so had the number of challenges to his power dwindled, looking for lesser lands and lesser lords to combat.  Even Naraku had not been foolish enough to give Sesshomaru reason to test his strength, though the day for that would come soon.  Inuyasha's death belonged to him and him alone, and woe to the demon who sought to relieve him of that great pleasure.

At present, he realized that he was walking through Inuyasha's forest, it being one of the many "buffer zones" that existed between the territories of the great lands.  This zone was a natural neutral area between the grassy Western and rocky Northern lands, parted by a generous hot springs and towering tree that was ancient even in youkai years.  It was perfect not only due to location, but also because it was named after his hanyou brother-whose territory he had absolutely no desire to touch with a ten foot pole.

**The Goshinboku…**

When he was younger, Sesshomaru would often look towards the tree and imagine his younger brother hanging in its bough, brooding about life and Fate and the wrongs that had been done him.  Sesshomaru hated him with a heart-felt passion, though it was not for the reasons that most thought.  Yes, he hated him for being indirectly responsible for his father's untimely death, for being the unnatural product of a human and a youkai, for bearing the most powerful weapon in all of the Sengoku Jidai.  But he hated him most for…other reasons…

**This is not natural.  This Sesshomaru will not sink to such low thoughts… **

Sesshomaru growled at himself, willing away the pleasurable warmth that had spread to his loins when imagining his younger brother.  He had first noticed his odd desires when the boy was young-shortly after Izayoi's death, Sesshomaru had sought him out to investigate exactly what the half-breed son of the great Lord Inutaisho would look like.  To his surprise, he found a young boy who was the spitting image of his father save for the puppy ears and lack of visible markings.  This soothed his inner beast somewhat-he would have completely renounced him had the child looked like his ningen mother.  Indeed, had he not had the fluffy white appendages on top of his head to betray his blood, Sesshomaru would have taken him to the Western Lands and dared any youkai to call the second son of Inutaisho a half-breed and live.  But the ears were there, and so in the human village the boy would remain, more than capable of caring for himself there than in a vast youkai castle with full-blood demons obsessed on doing him and his family harm.  He thought it best to leave the boy with the humans and simply watch over him as he grew, which he did.  Year after year, Sesshomaru would stop in to check on the young Inuyasha, wincing at his clumsiness, laughing at his first failed attempts at hunting, and finally giving him a grudging respect when he saw the boy defend himself against bigger, stronger demons when he was no older than nine years old.  He was indeed an inu, and worthy of Inutaisho's blood.  But still Sesshomaru hesitated to make his presence known, though he did not know why.

Then one night, he found out.

Inuyasha was whimpering in his sleep.  He was alone in the Goshibu tree, as he normally was, and he seemed well-fed and decently rested.  Sesshomaru could see bruises and scratches on his body, most likely from a scuffle with some lesser demons, though he was certain that the hanyou had dispatched of them properly.  If he had not, then he would simply live to do it another day, for no son of Inutaisho's would be bested by any other demon.  But this was a first.  The pup whimpered enough when his mother first passed, and that Sesshomauru understood, wrapping him in his tail for warmth and comfort at night when Inuyasha was very young even though the gesture seemed alien.  But Inuyasha was not a pup any longer, he was a young adult and well past the age of whimpering or crying unconsciously in his sleep.  Sesshomaru ventured closer for a better look, freezing when he caught Inuyasha's voice on the wind.

"Damn this ningen body…"

Ningen?

Inuyasha turned towards him and Sesshomaru ducked before the hanyou could spot him.  Except that he was no longer hanyou.  Rather than seeing the silver hair and golden orbs of his blood, he saw dark black hair and violet eyes of a ningen boy who wore the same red rat robes of his younger brother.

What in the name of Kami?

For the first time, Sesshomaru could smell his scent-deep and heavy with newfound testosterone and…heat.  The pheremone-laden aroma was new to Inuyasha-it was his first heat and Sesshomaru had walked right into it.  On top of that, in his fully human form, his pheremones took on a sweet, musk-like smell that soothed him in ways that he only now realized had soothed his father.  The taiyoukai growled low, thankful that Inuyasha's ningen hearing couldn't pick up the sound. 

He listened as Inuyasha tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable spot on the tree, but his fragile ningen skin simply couldn't take the rough bark of the tree bough, and Inuyasha jumped gracefully from his perch to the floor below.  But he did so without realizing how soft ningen feet would be, and began hopping in pain from the hard earth he fell on.  Kicking and muttering epithets for a few minutes, Inuyasha finally removed his haori, rolling it into a type of pillow, and settled down on the earth.  The hanyou's breathing became slow and regular, and Sesshomaru was about to slip into the night, his curiosity satisfied, when the hitch in Inuyasha's breathing stopped him.  He listened attentively, and after a few seconds, the hitch came again.  A few seconds more heard a third hitch, and then a fourth, and Sesshomaru finally realized that they were hitches of pleasure…

Inuyasha was pleasuring himself.

**Disgraceful.**

Sesshomaru had never pleasured himself, having had no need since there were many willing and able females to take care of that for him.  Inutaisho had seen to it that he was well-skilled in the art of lovemaking and had arranged his first mating, for no son of his would be found lacking in any area.

But he was intrigued nonetheless, and jumping soundlessly into the bough that Inuyasha had just left, Sesshomaru peered at his younger brother as the boy's hands slid slowly up and down the inside of his pants.  Inuyasha was new to it, and although he was familiar with his anatomy, this was the first time that he had ever…played with himself.  He took slow, tentative strokes with his fingers, moving left then right and up and down to see what he would feel and how his member would twitch and react.  Sesshomaru growled in his throat-Inuyasha's human modesty was keeping him from releasing his organ and openly enjoying himself-or from allowing the Demon Lord a full eyeful of the spectacle.  As if he sensed his brother's thoughts, Inuyasha growled himself and began to remove the restrictive clothing that bound his manhood.  The boy's hakama was first, followed by a thin white loincloth that barely held across his growing skin.  Though the fire rat robe would grow and stretch with him, the human-made loincloth would not, and it clung to his body like a second skin, thoroughly drenched in a thin sheen of sweat.  He quickly untied it and tossed it to the side, standing naked in the cool, moonless air.

Though he would rather confine himself to a dungeon in the deepest levels of hell before admitting it, Sesshomaru was slightly awed.  Sometime between the summer of his 16th and 17th year, Inuyasha had thoroughly dropped any remaining baby fat and had a smooth ripple of muscles underneath his skin.  They were not yet as developed as his, but he would give him only a few more seasons before his body would become as hard and sculptured as the tree that he loved.  The boy's thighs were thick and broad, and his waist had narrowed considerably.  All in all, Inuyasha was moving through puberty with a grace and ease that was envious even for demons, and Sesshomaru inwardly smiled at his brother's unconscious perfection of even this natural act.  He was, indeed, Inutaisho's son.

Ignorant to his beauty, Inuyasha positioned himself against his haori and sat with his legs spread wide and bent at the knee.  He slowly licked his right hand, a pink tongue traveled up and down each digit as if savoring the taste, the palm glistened with juices in the darkened air.

Sesshomaru nearly groaned in frustration, wishing that he were down on the earth wrapping his hands around the boy's tender throbbing flesh and pumping him to a startling climax at youkai speed.  He could show him such things…he could make him feel such pleasure…

But Inuyasha was oblivious to it all, completely consumed by the task at hand.  Sesshomaru watched as he slowly wrapped his moistened digits around the base of his shaft, pausing as he gently squeezed his member in his hand to delight in the new sensation.  Sesshomaru could hear his heartbeat speed as Inuyasha then began to roll his fist upwards, pausing at the top and then bringing it downwards gently and repeating the action with a firmer grip.  It was a slow, agonizing, and experimental pace that he set, and on the fourth thrust, Inuyasha paused to lightly rub the head of his member that now glistened with pearly pre-cum.

"Oh!  Mmmm…"

Inuyasha let out a startled cry of pure pleasure and began to pump frantically.  The taut, smooth muscles of his stomach rippled upwards as his hips rose in concert with his jerking, his thighs trembling with exertion.  Inuyasha's back arched off the earthen floor and Sesshomaru could see rivers of sweat pour off of his body, screams caught in his throat, as his free hand raked across his body hard enough to draw blood.  Inuyasha's dark nipples stood out starkly from his skin, hard and inviting, and he twisted them left and then right, delighting in the pain that increased his already rapturous pleasure.  His left hand spread and the fingers angled downward so that he brushed his sac lightly with each plunge, and Sesshomaru watched as they twitched in response.

"Agh!  Unnnn…"

Inuyasha's free hand ripped from his torso and cupped his tightening balls.  The smell of arousal spiked tenfold, and Sesshomaru saw red as the boy's cries pushed him over the edge.  Roughly adjusting his hakama, he grabbed his member in a stranglehold and began mimicking the actions of the human below him, biting on his lip to prevent from screaming his pleasure to the heavens.  He could feel the tension building and burning, rumbling in growing circles in his nether regions.  No being could have told him how good it felt to feel his own power pulsing and throbbing in his hand, or the incredible amount of control that he had over the smallest changes in his own pleasure.

He really should have done this before.

"AAAAH!  KAMI!!!"

Sesshomaru looked down just in time to see Inuyasha come hard, spurting white, sticky fluid high into the air like a human fountain.  Sesshomaru groaned, imagining Inuyasha's hard and sweaty body trembling beneath him as he buried himself deep and fast into his prone form.  He would angle him to make sure he saw the red of his eyes, saw the demon who dominated him, the creature that would forever lay claim to his hidden treasures.  He could almost feel the trail that his claws would leave as they traced down the arched curve of the boy's back, glanced over firm, beautiful buttocks, and then cupped hardened flesh between expert fingers.  He ached to thrust into tight, hot warmth and respond to Inuyasha's cry with a cry of his own.

**My name is not Kami, pup-learn it well.  I AM SESSHOMARU!!!**

Sesshomaru saw stars as he came right after Inuyasha with a power he had never known. Sweet blinding agony ripped through his loins and stabbed through his ribcage, threatening to break his very essence as it spurted in thick white ribbons onto the tree branches.  Sesshomaru panted wildly.  His scent would be all over, but no matter, for he would be long gone when the whelp gained consciousness, and he knew Inuyasha would never ask about that night.  Slowly, he came to himself and slipped away as Inuyasha fell into a comfortable slumber directly after his first orgasm.  He had taken one last look at his brother's face, marveling as the sun peaked over the horizon and he watched black fade to white and violet brighten to gold as he slept with his eyes slightly open.  More fascinating was watching his ears fur over and change form, moving to the top of his head from where they were at the sides of his face.  They twisted right and left, free from the restrictive enchantment of the ningen body and then settled into a deep sleep with the rest of his form.  Sesshomaru made a mental note.

**They will be very sensitive appendages.**

Gods, he wanted to fuck him so badly.

But not only would it have been disgraceful to take a ningen, it would have been an even greater disgrace to take one's own flesh and blood, though some youkai had been known to do it in order to preserve the purity of the bloodline.  But Inuyasha was a man.  And that was a final taboo that could not be crossed.  Only lesser youkai would ever think of rutting with the same sex.  Them and wolves…

And now as he crossed the land named after his younger brother, Lord Sesshomaru felt the odd stirring and unnatural tension that had nearly claimed him decades ago.  His loins ached, and his hand twitched to relive the pleasure that he had given himself so many moons ago.  It would not be wise of him to run into his brother at that moment.  Or any other male for that matter.

Sesshomaru turned on his heel when another demonic aura stopped him.  For Inuyasha's sake, he hoped that it was not the hanyou.  But he did not sense the humans or the miko or any of his regular traveling companions.  This was a lone demon, and a fairly powerful one though not as powerful as his brother or himself. 

"What brings you to the neutral territory, Lord of the Northern Lands?"

Kouga stopped.  He had been so focused on his own internal conversation that he hadn't even noticed the waves of power coming from his left.  **Damn.  Not another one.**

"I was just passing through to my lands.  Why are you here, Lord Sesshomaru?"

"What this Sesshomaru does is none of your concern.  Leave now."

Kouga bristled but knew better than to pursue.  Damned arrogant mutts.

"Fine then.  Good evening, Lord Sesshomaru."

With that, Kouga continued on his journey back to his lands.  He was fully healed from his encounter with Inuyasha and was feeling much better-good enough to hang his head high and lead his pack again.  Even if he longed for the tough of a certain silver-haired hanyou.  Damn, turned out by a fucking mutt.  Kouga laughed inwardly as he continued to fight his emotions.  He didn't know whether he had loved having the inu inside of him or hated it, but he did want to feel him again.  Unbeknownst to him, a silver-haired youkai was shaking with barely controlled emotion only a few feet away.

**NO!  NO! I will not do this!  I WILL NOT GIVE IN!**

Within his icy demeanor a struggle for sanity and domination was taking place that was threatening the taiyoukai's icy iron grip on his control.  Only on very rare occasions had this happened, and each time he had been able to see to his needs before allowing his beast to take over.  It was normally on the nights of the full moon, when demonic power was at its highest and his blood sang to him to find a female to dominate and rut with.  If his carnal lust could not be appeased, then bloodlust would ensue and he would find some settlement to ravage-be it youkai or human.  But as he aged, he grew to better control these urges and had not had an "outbreak" in several centuries.  But now, now was different…something about the wolf was calling to him…

::INU::

Despite Inuyasha's removal of his scent, Sesshomaru could sense that the wolf had been claimed by another powerful inu.  That meant that the wolf was subservient to inuyoukai.  Subservient to him.  And with the wolf's smell and unconsciously sensuous walk, Sesshomaru was fighting a losing battle to remove himself as quickly as possible and return to the safety of his castle where all was as it should be.

Kouga had continued on his way, oblivious to the agony of the Demon Lord until a lone clawed hand encircled his throat and held him high into the air.  He struggled, lashing out as his attacker before he realized that it was Sesshomaru himself who held him in the air, and opted to stop his squirming lest he really upset the feared taiyoukai.  But Sesshomaru did nothing-it was almost as if he were waiting…or fighting…with something.   This was not good.

Dammit…FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!

Sesshomaru's light shaking stopped and Kouga chanced a glance at the Demon Lord.  Looking back at him was another pair of blood red eyes and from his chest roared the thunderous growl of deep inner beast.  The decision was made.

::On second thought, Lord Kouga.  Do stay::