InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Your Move ❯ Dancing with the Silver General ( Chapter 2 )

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I do not, in any way, shape or form, own Inuyasha or any of the characters portrayed in the series known by the same name. Such rights and privileges are reserved for Rumiko Takahashi and her affiliates. I humbly ask only to borrow them for my own fun and promise to put them back very nicely when I'm done.

...or at least to try to...

 

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Your Move: Chapter 2

 

Dancing with the Silver General

 

The weeks had passed and done nothing to alleviate Inuyasha's confusion. No matter how he looked at it, his brother's final actions during their card game made no sense to him what so ever. Why had Sesshoumaru folded on a royal flush? To say that he had not understood the rules would be utter rubbish, but what could be the explanation besides that?

 

Grumbling, Inuyasha pushed the thought from his mind and decided to focus on a much more relaxing subject. He was in a hot spring, alone and unbothered for the first time in months. There was no monk talking his ears off with stories of his ridiculously exaggerated escapades, no simpering kit ready to tattle on his every utterance. Taking a moment to relish the silence about him, the hanyou dunked himself under that water, surfacing moments later to rest his elbows onshore with a contented sigh.

 

His contentment was short lived as his nose informed him of his newly acquired company. Sun kissed eyes slid open to take in a black shoe attached to a large white clad leg that extended out of his vision. Normally this sight would have roused the hanyou into frenzied and enraged action, however tonight, with its warm weather and swollen moon, was, in the hanyou's opinion, just too good to be ruined with a tussle.

 

Closing his eyes once more, he groaned before leaning back to float lazily across the pond, completely unabashed about his lack of vestments in front of his brother, especially since his brother had seen him unclothed before.

 

“What do you want, Sesshoumaru?” Inuyasha sighed after a period of silence. “I ain't in the mood to fight tonight, so you can just fuck off if that's why you're here.” When no answer was forthcoming, the hanyou cracked an eye to the sight of his brother's eyes boring into him. As the dai-youkai's expression did not change, Inuyasha paddled back over to shore and picked up a rock, watching it bounce unnoticed off the top of his elder brother's head when it was flung. Confused, he spoke louder, waving his hand above his head. “Oi, anyone home in there?”

 

The hanyou's words took a few minutes to sink in as one half of dai-youkai's brain had to prod the other half out of its flesh-induced stupor. Blinking, Sesshoumaru was quite perplexed to find that Inuyasha had moved while his attention had been elsewhere. Attempting to collect the rest of his still distracted mind, the dai-youkai fixed his eyes on his brother's face and spoke.

 

“Clothe yourself, half breed, I require your attendance immediately.”

 

Without another word, he strode off; leaving Inuyasha sitting slack jawed in the hot spring.

 

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Watching his brother leave in astonishment, Inuyasha rose from the warm water and shook himself dry. As much as he would hate to admit it, dismissing curiosity was something that the hanyou had never been good at and so it was not so surprising when he found himself in a small glade five minutes later. What he found in said glade did surprise him. His brother was nowhere to be found, but set up in the middle of the small clearing was a shogi board flanked by two stumps.

 

Even more baffled than before, Inuyasha just stood there, not sure what do. Where the hell was Sesshoumaru what exactly was up to?

 

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Fortunately, or unfortunately, for Sesshoumaru, the chances of his younger sibling accurately guessing the exact activity was currently occupying Sesshoumaru were slim to none. After leaving the hanyou to dress, Sesshoumaru had walked down the faint path, into the clearing, and straight out into the woods beyond. Alone once more, the aggressive side of the dai-youkai's brain had pushed its logical companion into a corner once more and was replaying the image it had been so fascinated by earlier. As he walked, the fascinating image was joined by other equally fascinating images, both remembered and imagined. The farther Sesshoumaru walked, the more the images began to affect him, until finally, he had had enough.

 

Lowering himself to the floor, the dai-youkai leaned back against the tree whose roots he sat among. As his eyes slid closed, his hand slipped inside the slit of his hakama, the fantasies and memories that had tortured him all week now becoming fuel to the growing heat in his loins. As the procession proceeded, his fingers began to dance along his already straining member, his body beginning to pulse with the rhythm his ministrations were fostering.

 

He could not hold back the moan that tore through his lips as a new fantasy began to play off of the eye full he had received earlier. Instead of walking away, he had torn the hanyou from the water, crashing their lips together in what was soon to become a passionate frenzy. Inuyasha was surprised, of course, but so willing to continue what the dai-youkai had started. As the vision advanced, Sesshoumaru began to pant, unable to get enough of pressure building beneath his hand as his hips began to buck against it.

 

When the daydream reached its climax, so did he, coming all over his hand with a hoarse cry. It was not until he opened his eyes that it dawned on him what exactly he had been doing. Feeling slightly disgusted with himself at his own weakness, Sesshoumaru withdrew his hand carefully from his hakama. It was a blessing that nothing had stumbled upon this uninhibited act of his, especially given that his little brother was only a short span away.

 

Trying to shake his annoyance at the disastrous situation that could have occurred, Sesshoumaru strode in the direction of a nearby stream to rid himself of the smell of spent seed. He had a hanyou to beat.