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Oh, Shit	By : TheKaytla Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 10105 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the series Inuyasha, nor its characters.They are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter One

Inuyasha opened his eyes and groaned as the sun drove fiery brands through his retinas right into his brain. His entire head throbbed mercilessly like someone was using the inside of his skull as a drum, and his stomach rolled uneasily, sending a wave of sour saliva into his mouth, quickly swallowed back down a dry and sandpapery throat before he puked.

Hell of a fucking hangover, he thought blearily, managing to gracelessly slap a hand over his eyes to shield them. What the hell had he been thinking? He couldn't remember ever being this fucked up in his entire life. In fact, he realised, he couldn't remember anything. Where was he? How had he ended up here? The last thing he remembered was...

Oh, shit.

Miroku's bachelor party.

The dumb shit had thought it would be a good idea to come to fucking Vegas to "fully enjoy his last night of freedom". He should have told Sango. She'd have beat the miserable lech black and blue, and then Inuyasha wouldn't be feeling so fucking shitty. Selfish, perhaps, but hey, whatever helped the hangover.

Still didn't explain how and why he'd let himself get this smashed, though. He didn't remember much after getting to the hotel, checking into his suite and then heading out. They'd had dinner somewhere... somewhere nice. The food had been good, he remembered that much, even as the thought of eating made his stomach lurch. And the waitresses had been pretty.

After that, though... nothing.

"Fuck," he muttered to himself, voice gravelly. "As soon as I can get up, I'm gonna fucking kill you, Miroku."

That could wait, though. Right now, all he was interested in doing was burying his head under the pillows, not moving, not thinking, until he started feeling better. However, just as he began shifting to do that, he became very aware of pressure across his waist, and he paused. He was attractive enough, despite being a half-demon, to have had his fair share of lovers, so even his adled brain was able to tell it was an arm he was feeling.

And just like that, a little bit of the previous night returned to him. Skin as smooth as satin under his fingertips. Hair as soft as silk trailing over his skin. Passionate kisses, burning lust, and the most intense orgasms he'd had in a damn long time. Just little, indistinct flashes, but Inuyasha grinned despite the pain. Finally, some proof that this hangover was worth it.

But who was the girl? One of the waitresses from the restaurant? They'd been attractive enough, but he was sure he'd left the place without female companionship...

There were other alternatives. With Miroku dictating their "celebrations", he was certain they'd have ended up at a strip club or two. That was, after all, Miroku's main reason for coming to Vegas. But had he been hammered enough to bring a stripper back to the hotel with him?

His stomach turned over, and he decided that yes, he had been. More than enough. But whoever his partner was, he had to figure it out before they woke up. A one night stand was all well and good every now and again, but nothing spoiled a good sexual encounter more than the dreaded "what's your name again?" conversation. Especially if you were the only asshole who didn't remember.

Fucking Miroku, getting him into this mess. He was sure it was all that bastard's fault. Ever since he'd finally given in and committed himself fully to Sango - helped by the knowledge that Sango would tear his intestines out through his ass and strangle him with them if he ever cheated - he'd become a whole lot more interested in the sexual conquests of those around him. Living vicariously through his friends, Inuyasha supposed. And he'd been grateful more than once for Miroku's help scoring. But not now.

He should drag the bastard in here, make him deal with the girl and get rid of her. Or, better yet, call his fiance and tell her exactly where they were. With an evil grin, Inuyasha imagined the horror on Miroku's face when he woke up to Sango's screeching. He wouldn't do that, though. He wasn't that much of a jerk that he'd screw his best friend over like that. Even if he did deserve it.

So he had to deal with this himself. Time to bite the bullet and just look. It only occurred to him then that there was a very real possibility he'd had the infamous beer goggles last night and had brought a moose back to the hotel with him. He'd been wrong before - that was what fucked up good sexual encounters most. He'd had no personal experience with it yet - he hoped - but he'd heard enough horror stories to never want one.

He took a deep breath. Just look. Get it over with. Whatever you see, you can deal with it.

He'd been lying on his stomach with his head facing the windows. He pushed himself up onto his elbows now, and slowly his head turned to look over at the other side of the bed.

Every drop of blood he had chilled so fast, he thought he could feel it freezing.

No way.

No fucking way.

The horror he felt right then, no words could describe. His nausea vanished instantly so that his stomach could cringe and shrivel with mortification. His mouth hung open, and all he could think was that this had to be a mistake. This couldn't be real.

A nightmare, he decided. Result of the hangover. He wasn't fully awake yet. He had to be drifting, dreaming, and conjuring up all sorts of horrid shit in his mind. He hadn't stopped staring yet, but he forced his eyes closed then and pinched his arm as hard as he could without making himself yelp. He felt that, so he had to be awake now. If he just opened his eyes, everything would be ok again...

Fuck! Still there!

And just what the fuck was stuck up Sesshomaru doing in Vegas?

Important though the question was, Inuyasha decided it could wait. Everything could wait until he was out of this damn bed. Gracelessly, he managed to drag himself over to the edge of the bed and flop out, standing up on wobbly legs with the cover still clutched in his hands. He tugged at it, wanting something to shield his nudity with, but just as quickly stopped again, the horror rising once more.

Sesshomaru was stretched out gracefully on his side, his body relaxed, his sleeping face serene and peaceful. And as the covers slid down his body, Inuyasha realised his brother was just as naked as he was. When the blanket revealed only skin on the swell of Sesshomaru's hip, Inuyasha dropped it like it had burned him and snatched a pillow instead, holding it in front of his groin. That done, he promptly collapsed onto the floor again, managing to support himself with one arm while the other clutched the pillow like a shield.

Ok. So he'd quite possibly had sex with his evil half-brother. He could deal with that. It meant the end of life as he knew it, but he could deal. He could even run. Sure, Sesshomaru would know he'd been there from his scent in the room, most particularly in the bed, but all he had to do was avoid the bastard for a few years, and hopefully by then the whole situation will have boiled down. At least enough that both of them could ignore that it had ever happened.

Inuyasha glanced back at the bed. Sesshomaru hadn't even so much as twitched, proving that he'd been at least as wasted as Inuyasha last night. There was no other reason for the youkai to be so unresponsive. Had he been sober, he would have awoken the moment Inuyasha made a single sound.

Which only led to more questions. What unlikely set of circumstances had led to Sesshomaru turning up drunk in Vegas? Had they got smashed together or had they just met up that way? He had no fucking idea. But something had definitely happened. A very naughty something that was pushing on the edges of his consciousness, just waiting to be remembered. It could keep waiting, because he sure as hell didn't want to remember shit like that.

His head hurt too much for this shit! Inuyasha groaned and rubbed both hands over his face in a poor attempt to wake himself up more, then scowled as something hard dug into his nose. A flash of gold caught his eye and his mind zeroed in on it as his hands pulled away, before freezing completely in shock.

Ring. Left hand. Gold ring.

"Holy shit," he breathed, staring at his hand. Starting to feel panicked, he looked over at Sesshomaru again. The daiyoukai's left hand was pillowing his head, but when Inuyasha squinted - yes, there it was. Just a slight hint of gold peeking out between his fingers, partially shrouded by his long silver hair. Bile rose up in Inuyasha's throat, sour and acidic.

Oh, God.

"Fuck," Inuyasha said faintly, then louder: "Fuck! What the fuck did we do?!"
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As a reviewer has already pointed out, Nevada doesn't allow same sex marriages... and I knew this. But, hey, as far as we know, it doesn't have demons vacationing there for bachelor parties, either, so I'm game to ignore the little discrepancy. Either that, or I put one of them in a dress for the wedding. Not totally out of the question, since I enjoy writing crack stuff.
Due to overwhelming support for the idea of continuing this story, it has now taken its first steps into becoming a series. Read on to the next chapter!
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