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The Great Trial	By : WinterDovane Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 22203 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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IX: Flight of the Weak
A/N: I was going to wait to post this, but Merry Christmas! I won't be posting again until after the New Year; I am studying for the GRE and trying to find a job, but the next chapter is giving me a great deal of trouble, so if there are things you would like to see, please suggest away! Also...sigh, Inu is a little ooc in this chapter so I apologize. Please be aware that the scene move quickly and are marked since this is the longest chapter so far. Also...this is my first attempt at a lemon, and I’m hoping it turned out well. So, please, please read, enjoy, and review.
I do not own InuYasha, nor do I make any money off this fic.
Warning:Slight Non-consensual in this chapter as well as new elements. You have been warned ;)

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The forests along the shores far to the south of the Western Palace are in chaos; nature knows of the clash happening in the waters. To make matters worse, the gods of the weather decide to let the temperature drop and a light snow starts to fall. The wildlife is scurrying as far as possible from the rumbling vibrations, and lower level demons without bi-ped forms are likewise keeping away from the explosions and war cries. The scents of blood lingering in their air is enough to make miscellaneous groups slink away and vagrant demons duck further into the foliage to find hollows in which to hide out.

However, miles away, some of the moving shapes are in invader clothing; carrying their weapons, the foot soldiers cut through the growth closer and closer toward the West having landed outside the main battle grounds. Of course, the invaders knew of Nippon’s spies and gathered forces in one area to show numbers while the surprise forces sailed out in advance to launch a four point attack that is actually the real assault. Other battalions of soldiers sail around the great island to get in place for phase two. Each palace will be struck while the ally forces are traveling back and too late to be of aid.

For the time being, the invaders—unfamiliar with the enemy lands—move slowly, yet steadily away from the fighting. Not knowing the dangers that lie in wait, the overconfident Mongols sweep through the deadly landscape and hope spies do not catch sight or scent of them. As it is, the allies have too many distractions with the remains of the sea and land battles. Not to mention that an alluring scent quickly permeates the normal scent of rain and life in the forests, scrambling away from the multitude of soldiers. It draws attention away from the foreigners.

The scent is sweet and soft, the natural scent of pine and winter tinged with a spicy cinnamon and a hint of sweet blood—an enticing, lustful combination for any demon. In mid-flight, the blur of red is darting and dodging in another part of the forest, heading away from the stalking invaders. His fire rat robe is the opposite of camouflage; even as a blur, he still stands out against the white blanket of ground and canopy. With every frosty breath, every pump of the heart, every bead of sweat, and every drop of blood, the hanyou is unintentionally leaving his Heat scent spread throughout his path. Until the trees become thicker, enough to use as his walkway, he is stuck on ground-level.

For the first time, his hand stays steadily on the hilt of Tetsuaiga, ready to draw in a heartbeat since fear and paranoia briefly remind him of his younger years surviving on his own after his mother’s death. Every moment filled with fear for his life, every second making him a hardened and angry youth, bitter about the outcome. At one time, before hearing of the magic jewel and havin’ to put up with that Priestess, the hanyou InuYasha had been as sadistic and evil as many of the demons he encountered on a day to day—as evil as his insane self when the demonic blood rises and takes over. He terrorized humans that shunned him, and laughed at their pain to cover up the scars on his own soul. Yeah, not a time he likes to look back on with fond recollection. Kikyo and Kagome changed that—but, just like his mother, both of them had to leave.

In the here and now, his heart hammers like a fist inside his breastbone, and the hanyou is having difficulty finding familiar landmarks to indicate his surroundings. Being fucking paranoid most of his life made sure his memory was pretty clear about most the places on the island he’s traveled—especially ones that have some kind of significant difference from every other blah de blah blad forest around. In all the time he’s been left to wander the lands, there have been too many forests without a specific tinge or difference to its’ scent to it for him to get an exact location; this might be close to the site where he fought Hosenki for the Adamant Barrage? Is this near the hut where everyone was almost burned alive? Is that one village where Mirko conned the head man into letting them stay (when there was an actual fricking infestation of ghosts) around here somewhere?

He doesn’t know, and that makes him move even faster. If he can’t depend on his senses, then he isn’t safe.

As his strides take him further from the site of the battle, the Heat comes on stronger with his muscles working overtime, and sweat runs down his back under the robe of the fire rat. Hands begin to tingle while his instincts try taking over to make him weaker with the need to mate but his body forces itself to keep moving. Even his legs ache with strain and start to waver, but he refuses to stop.

Fuck, why now? Goddammed Sesshomaru told me I had more time than this... His instincts are going insane, buffering the smells around his from the usual sharp clarity. He gets a damp smell but can’t tell if it’s a puddle or river. He gets hints of lizards, cats, birds, bugs, and more, but it is merely an assault to his senses rather than location, size, shape, and direction. The world is metaphorically wrapped in cotton.

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Not often is the demon lord rendered speechless. Apparently this is the day for it.

“Your children, then?” He replies to the revelation with dispassionate neutralism. For long moments, the demon lord regards the two bound prisoners with something akin to a disgusting interest— like scientific observation of a bug in a jar or a new breed of rat found in his castle. However, with the grim expression on Yao Xin’s face, the demon lord has no desire to pull their wings off or eradicate them from his sight. Rather, he grasps the gravity of this situation.

The young man is glaring with rage-filled eyes and squirming in his bonds; his armor is dented and obviously handed-down. The female reminds the demon lord too much of his mother with her cold, calm indifference and eyes narrowed while her head is held high in royal dignity. She merely waits for his judgment without fear while her twin seems ready to fight for their lives. Both resemble their sire in subtle, physical ways, and both also did some damage to the Western forces in the water. The twins would prove to be uncompromising prisoners of war or perhaps of use in future negotiations.

Beside him, Xin appears none the worse for wear. He has several shallow wounds that are already healing and singed facial hair to remind his of his carelessness with his own offspring. Now he may consider the lord’s previous offers to have Japanese armor made for him since his own ancient covering did not stand up well to the test. Of course, Xin’s armor is older than the demon lord himself, so it really is no wonder. Still, seeing the obvious slashes to his father’s friend makes the lord’s frown deepen. Did the twins know they fought and injured their sire? Or were they aware and willing to take his life?

Later, after InuYasha is seen to, Sesshomaru will sate his curiosity on the details of this particular skirmish. For now, the advisor merely waits for the lord’s word on the fate for his children, looking at Sesshomaru without his usual jovial or positive demeanor. His solemn silence makes it easy to read between the lines. Xin is, of course, loyal to the son of Inu no Taisho, and should Sesshomaru decree death, Yao Xin would respect it and perhaps even carry out the sentence himself. Yet, the inu has had centuries to understand more about his advisor than the tendency for the foreigner to be a large pain in the ass. Through Sesshomaru’s re-integration into the Western Palace, his training at his father’s side, his ascention to the throne, and even his unwilling hunt of InuYasha, Yao Xin has stood in support of the royal family. He has always put the needs of the royal family and the Western lands above himself, and there is no time in the lord’s memory that Xin has not supported him or advised him in the best way possible. No better demon could have ruled while Sesshomaru was away in his self-imposed banishment after InuYasha, and no other demon could have earned his father’s undying respect and friendship.

There is no other being in the land he would show such mercy as to Xin.

“The battlefield has seen much death and destruction this day,” Sesshomaru begins slowly, “for these two Elementals, imprisonment shall be a merciful punishment since their army knows nothing of the bounty that is compassion and leniency.” The decree makes the gagged twins sneer in disgust at the lord’s weakness of allowing his enemies to live—yet, Yao Xin breathes out in an inaudible sigh of relief. He covers it by stroking his slightly singed fu manchu with head lowered. Certainly, the demon lord’s sense of smell picks up tinges of salt from the wetness in the advisor’s eyes, but the lord wisely ignores it. “In time, we may have use for these two prisoners of war. Bring one of our mages to make a talisman for their imprisonment.”

Blinking, Xin glances up to meet his lord’s gaze and realizes the orders are directed at him. He gives a proper, low bow and does not see the raised brow he receives in return. The advisor does not now nor ever put much emphasis in the ediquette of courty life. Why bow to him in front of his children when such instances are not customary for the advisor?

Nn. The lord’s eyes pass to the twins as comprehension dawns, and he merely nods at Xin’s display of respect. The advisor turns and walks off through the throng of soldiers.

Around them, the ally army is doing basic clean-up in the aftermath of a massive battle. Wounded are treated, prisoners rounded up, weapons retrieved, stories swapped, and rations doled out. It had been a full day of fighting without respite (as deemed by the creeping darkness) and even the demon soldiers are wiped out. They would rest tonight and start back for home on the morrow while soldiers from the other lands would stock up on supplies at the Western Palace before returning home.

Sesshomaru need not take part; his generals and sergeants are in charge of the clean-up. He is content to stand closer to the two younger demons, staring down with his perfected mask of cold disdain. Unbeknownst to the two, he is fluent in Mongolian (from his lessons early on after his exile was completed) and takes a moment to search his memory for the specific words he desires them to hear. While his cold, golden gaze bares into their souls, his vocabulary returns with sharp clarity. Ah, yes. Momentary flashes of Xin drilling him escape through hundreds of years in his layers of memory, and for some reason, his concern for InuYasha takes a back seat to his need to repay his advisor’s many years of service.

“This Sesshomaru is the Lord of the Western Lands and is the monarch your sire has chosen to follow, for this lord is an honorable one. In the past, battles between your people and those of this land have happened on more than one occasion, and not yet has Nippon lost the day.” He states to the duo (of whom exchange a glance of surprise and return to watch him with scrutinizing eyes). “Never has this lord’s army gone to your shores and attacked with surprize; never has this lord’s army used your sire’s knowledge of your people against you for a victory, and never has this lord gone with the intent to slaughter your people—women, children, men, or elders—in order to eliminate your threat to his lands.”

For the first time (in possibly ever), he kneels gracefully in the dirt to look the two invaders directly, “and never, never, has this Sesshomaru or his sire attacked your people or his own for such trifling reasons as plunder—mere wealth—or to take innocent peasants as slaves. To shed blood for a meager reason such as gold or flesh is beyond reprehensible to this Sesshomaru and his lord father. Never has he slaughtered the weak for his own gain or for his reputation. This is not the way of an honorable ruler because even the weakest of his people have always strength in some form or another, and this Sesshomaru respects those that fight for what is right and not for what is gained. The way of the sword is that to gain the strength to protect what is his lord’s and his own. To harm other for any other reason is detestable.”

The two merely stare at him, and under his gaze, the young male looks away.

“This Sesshomaru cares not about your people and what trivial feats of strength they seem to value. Their idea of strength is boasting and pillaging—cowardly and dishonorable actions to attack the weak by surprise. Ridiculous. Your sire came to this realization many years ago and has stayed to use his might to uphold the honor of the strong. You two, however, have not learned this lesson and will grace this Sesshomaru’s dungeon for a time; perhaps you shall receive the privilege of observing the true meaning of might. Then again, your nation may petition this Sesshomaru for your release and offer a hefty reward for your return to their shores... Or, you might be found wanting, left to wither and die since you are without plunder or a kill of which to boast. Either way, you are prisoners of the Western Lands, and for the sake of your sire and his service, this lord will allow you to keep your lives—for now.”

He rises to his full height and gives the two the weight of his contempt. “Do not make this a decision the Lord of the West will regret.”

As a final insult, he turns his back to them in a signal that they are no threat. It is a similar move to ending his skirmishes with InuYasha.

The lord’s golden eyes narrow as one of his mages, marked with a special symbol (the emblem of the House of the Moon in blue with the kanji for conjuror underneath) on the sleeve of his haori, comes weaving—correction, galloping—through the organized chaos of soldiers. The male is some sort of half-horse, half-man creature origionally from across the content that left the lands of The Holy Roman Empire for the island of Nippon, land of demons and other demi-gods. The mage is also one of Sesshomaru’s strays: one that he found a century ago during one of his hiatuses through the land. It was a good find; the centaur knew spell weaving and enchantments from across the seas but with time to study under the conjurerors in the royal palace, he is now the master of all demonic magic in the four nations. Perfect choice to distract the advisor so they could check on their losses and then for him to leave the rest to the commanders to finally return to InuYasha....

Sesshomaru accepts the centaur’s bow with a regal nod and moves aside. “Make certain they cannot use the elements against the West.”

“Aye, sire.”

As the demon lord turns, he assess Xin’s expression and distraction as the centaur reads the twins’ auras in order to prepare a potent talisman. “Do as you wish, Yao Xin. This Sesshomaru will check with others to find out our numbers and ready the army to return home.”

Yao’s eyes reflect storm cloud gray with brighter blue flecks than usual, and he quickly bows low again before speaking. “I will accompany milord and return before the prisoners are moved.” With one last glance at the magic weaving (a kotomodo-type spell created especially for each elemental), Xin turns with Sesshomaru and trails him by a step as the men shouting orders pause and begin to gather around for final instructions and to provide their losses.

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The Burakumin, a demonic gang of notorious murderers and thieves, are on a much-needed break from the usual scouting of a ripe-for-the-pickin’ villages. The last haul provided plenty of food, wine, and entertainment for a few days of camping in the deep woods. It also gave them plenty of cover to avoid any Western soldiers that may come nosing around as a result of their fun. Made up of outcasts, the Burakumin have little mercy for the weak but respect ruthlessness, cunning, and brute strength overall. If they would have known a war is happening less than ten miles from their location—they might have taken the opportunity to raid the dead.

For the time being, Seiryu, a half-red dragon, half-biped, is the leader of the ragtag group consisting of over a dozen demons. He is sitting around the banked fire gnawing on a rib bone with a satisfied smirk. A few had crawled off in the early morning to sleep off the wine, dead to the world. The fools are lucky Seiryu is awake and listening to the far-off sounds of battle as well as making sure their ‘entertainments’ don’t take off into the woods. He’s aware and on the look out for soldiers and having himself some leftovers from the feast the night before.

But, with a discreet lift of his head, he sniffs out an alluring scent permeating the woods. It’s one the creeps into his lungs and goes straight to his cock without a stop to the brain.

A single blink and the rib bone is discarded as the dragon stands and licks his wicked teeth. The scent wraps around him in a hazy cloud of lust, wanton desire for the bitch that emits such a need to be taken.

The others in the gang are either eating remainders of yesterday’s plunder, still sleeping, or off to find water for drink or bathing. The few that are awake pay no mind as he confidently saunters away from the campsite—probably assuming he needed to use the bushes. Normally, the dragon wouldn’t mind sharing a good looking bitch with the others, but this one smells so utterly sweet and fresh that he decides he’ll bring her back after he has his fill. Using his superior senses, Seiryu sheds the bi-ped form, like throwing off a coat, and takes to the air.

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Gone. The rock his little brother was occupying not long ago is now empty. All that is left is the scent of hanyou beginning his Heat...and, that scent is utterly delicious. Even more distressing, night is upon them and would make tracking the hanyou a bit more difficult; even worse, if his senses were already suffering from the effects, then he would be blinding stumbling around and much easier for other predators to catch.

Sesshomaru, upon finding his brother missing, makes a conscious effort not to let frustration and anger (long held reactions to his brother’s apparent idocy) take over while Xin is standing next to him. The demon lord lets out an annoyed sigh, fighting harder than usual to keep his face neutral. However...even still disturbed by his offspring’s sudden appearance, Xin is able to smirk at the lord’s surprise and irritation.

This is not how it is supposed to go... “How...pointless of him,” half-hiss, half-growl, Sesshomaru rubs the bridge of his nose. His exasperation is replaced by something else more...primal...once the full scent of InuYasha’s lingering Heat hits his nose.

“Perhaps, not after all.” Xin breathes, covering his mouth and nose with a hand. “He’s going to attract every demon from the four lands if he keeps running like a panicked virgin—“

The abrupt surge of youkai preceding a low growl next to him interrupts that thought. Xin warily glances over at his lord and immediately notes his eyes warring between gold and crimson as well as his lengthened fangs biting into his lower lip.

“My lord,” the advisor snaps. “Now is not the time for that!”

“No one will find him,” the garbled growl makes the hair on the back of Xin’s neck rise. He’s seen this same look before, right when Lord Touga heard of Lady Izayoi’s capture before Prince InuYasha was born... This is a demon skirting the edge of sanity. “This Sesshomaru will reach him first.”

No...has he changed his mind in such short time? Misunderstanding his lord’s intent, Xin (as his advisor) is one of the few that can questions Sesshomaru without earning a poison whip to the face: “You are... certain you wish to kill him, milord?”

Those eyes, still flashing, turn to the advisor. “No one will have him or harm him—except for me.” In a flash, the demon lord is off and Xin can only stand slack-jawed while there’s a whole messy war to clean-up.

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InuYasha’s painful gasping does not cease with his jumping; pushing his hanyou body to the limits is nothing new. Before and after the Shikon no Tama incident, he was a young one used to pushing himself to his physical limits just to survive. He keeps this in mind as he shoves his body through the air with leaps from tree to tree, taking his scent to higher ground, story of my life. No body of water yet and no places he can reinforce for safety, especially not when he isn’t sure if he can depend on Tetsuaiga’s barrier to protect him or not. Heat cycles and mating are an integral part of demon maturation, not exactly life-threatening, so he can’t be sure if the magic of the sword would keep him safe from an attack.

All he knows is that he ain’t bettin’ on it.

Besides, now that he’s above ground, he can make out the landscape that much easier. He’s nearing a mountain-side, the sound of water cascading faces him about five or six miles further. Perfect. He couldn’t have hoped for better. Not frozen, so maybe with an internal hot spring if the Gods are with him.

Taking barely a second to catch his breath, fogging out in front of his face, the hanyou’s eyes are set toward his goal. His senses are still weakening, but behind the waterfall, there must be a connection of tunnels and holes in the rock that could mean salvation. He has to get there. Just as he is about to leap again, a strange feeling making goose bumps break out all over. The feel of powerful youkai around him makes the heat under his skin start burning again, regardless of the cold around him. Not just one is after him; he feels a handful of different energy beating against his aura. Gods, a trail of them are following his scent. Fuck.

He starts moving again, picking up pieces of branches to rub on himself and throw as an evasion technique. Rather than have his strongest scent heading one way, he ducks down and picks up items from the forest floor and in the trees to rub sweat and his overpowering scent to scatter around. Lesser demons would veer off his course.

Forcing his tired body forward, even faster than before, InuYasha keeps his mind on the waterfall and refuses to think about what will happen if a few really powerful fuckers catch up to him.

~~~~~~~~~~~ Meanwhile, tromping around another part of the cold forest...

“Dammit! I probably missed the whole thing by now.”

The wolf merely rolls his eyes in annoyance at the squeaky voice, impassioned with the desire to see his first real war.

The wolf ducks under a low-hanging, snow-covered branch as the scrawny kitsune follows in his footsteps. “Look, kid, I told you we should have left a day early. Not my fault you didn’t want to listen.”

The gangly foxling gives the wolf a mean glance, “You don’t have to remind me, Kouga. Geeze.”

“You’re the one that begged me to take ya to the shoreline, squirt, so buck up. When I tell you something, it’s always for a good reason.” The wolf continues through the growth, leading the fox closer to the shoreline. His inner senses are on sharp alert and waiting for the wind to change direction. “Besides,” he says to the pouting youth, “it might be a good thing if we missed the fighting. I mean, damn Shippo, yer still just a kid, and that demon slayer will roast me alive if anything happens to you. She kinda seems like the vengeful type.”

The fox huffs, “I’m not a little kid anymore, Kouga. Miroku and Sango need to realize that sooner or later. And I’m a demon, so I can’t live their ways forever.” The sad tone coming from the young one makes Kouga pause and look back. The kid, grown a great deal in five years, follows with dejection mingling in his scent.

Nearly reaching Kouga’s chin, Shippo is not as naïve as the last time he’d seen InuYasha, shortly after Naraku’s death when the decisions of his life were just made for him by everyone else. He realized not long after he left for the Kitsune training school that Sango and Miroku would die in a few scant decades while he could live for hundreds of years. The realization, on the heels of Kagome’s departure from the Warring States Era, turned the childish kitsune a little older.

He stayed for two years and learned a great deal more about the complexities of fox magic—well, enough to take care of himself without a certain hanyou to keep saving his tail all the time. But, as soon as he started winning more fights against other students than he lost, he asked for an extended leave. It was important to him to stay with Sango and Miroku, to train with them, to laugh with them, and to have enough memories of his remaining family to sustain him for his long life. Now, after hearing that InuYasha has finally (for some weird reason) joined Sesshomaru’s army in the war against invading out-landers, Shippo had a driving need to see him as well.

Kouga had, luckily, been passing by the newly reconstructed demon slayer’s village on his way out to join his loaned troops in battle. A little bit of begging and the soft-hearted wolf prince allowed the fox to accompany him for as long as the kid could keep up.

“So,” the wolf says gently, “you realize InuYasha is the only one that’ll live as long as you. That’s pretty much why demons don’t mate with humans, y’know. It’s really hard to watch people you love with so fast and die.”

“...Yeah,” the fox breathes as he, too, pauses. “I mean, I knew, before and stuff. Well, I mean, I guess I knew but I didn’t know, know. InuYasha could have kept her alive if she could have stayed. But, with Kagome gone, it...I mean, it could have—!“

“C’mon, kid.” The wolf’s tone is still rough, but gentler with their shared pain. “Don’t start with that ‘what if Kagome stayed’ crap. You should know better by now... She and InuYasha made a good team, they took down Naraku, and they did a buncha good for the land, but—Kagome’s human and always will be, no matter what...so, it never would have worked out, kid. I’m sorry. I doubt the mutt would’ve used the jewel for something lame like becoming fully human or living with her in her village. He may not be the smartest dog out there, but he ain’t that stupid. This is where he belongs.”

The fox nods, still crestfallen.

“More than that, I mean—I wouldn’t want to curse anyone with that, not even the mutt.” Kouga continues walking while Shippo glances at him.

“Curse him with what?”

“A mate that will leave him centuries before he can die. He wouldn’t even be at full maturity by the time her life is lived and she dies of old age.” The wolf moves like flowing water through the snowy underbrush, “knowing my mate could die any minute and I’ll have to live the rest of my life alone? No, thanks. It might be better them both this way. Kagome can marry a human, and maybe InuYasha can find a mate here.”

That’s...well, painful but true. “...Yeah,” the fox replies again as he carefully follows in the wolf’s footsteps, “she wasn’t from this time, either. If the well would have trapped her here, she never would have been able to see her mother again. That would’ve made her so sad...”

“Yup, it would’ve. Good thing she’s back where she belongs.” Kouga pulls back a low-swinging branch. “And, InuYasha has plenty of time to find someone, so it’s okay.”

“I guess so...but, Kouga, InuYasha is a half demon. In all the years I traveled with him, no one ever gave him so much as a warm ‘hello’ but Kagome. He won’t be able to find anyone. I mean—you know how stupid he can be.”

The wolf hikes a surprised eyebrow at the kid, “are you serious!? The mutt is one of the last shiro inu-youkai, Shippo. One of the last, and their clan is beautiful to all demon kind. Besides, he’s also royalty. I mean, damn, mutt’s got it pretty good when he’s ready to choose a mate. Not that I would give him a second glance, my luck he’d give me fleas or something.”

“What? No way. Sesshomaru hates him and doesn’t recognize him as a prince or anything, so the royalty is out. But, everyone, and I mean everyone, always hated him for being half-blood—“

“Nah. They hated him ‘cause of his smell.” The wolf shrugs, “just takes someone with a really good nose to pick it out, but it’s a strange scent, like a warning or something.”

Shippo’s eyes grew to the size of dinner plates, “what are you saying?”

The wolf shrugs again, ducking below a low-hanging branch, “I’ve just heard rumors is all.” He glances back at the fox with his usual shit-eatin’ grin and hikes a thumb at himself, “don’t forget! I’m the Prince of the Northern Wolf Tribe. Technically, I’m royalty, too. Or did you think the fur skirt is just a fashion thing?”

The wolf gets him laughing and forgetting about InuYasha. Hell, if they pick up the mutt’s scent, then they’ll ask him in person what the hell’s been going on lately.

The kid comes through the bushes, still chuckling, but pauses yet again. This time, he takes a deep breath, nose twitching.

Kouga lifts his head to scent the air, “what do you smell?”

“Something not right,” the fox takes a deeper breath, “there’s a buncha demons that smell weird, not far.” The kid points to their right, “they’re downwind of us. Their scents are moving this way.”

“Hm. Might be some of the army coming back from the shore; they might be able to tell us where InuYasha is. Let’s go check it out.”

With a nod to one another, the two change direction.
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Ker-SPLASH.

The hanyou gracefully vaults in a smooth line head-long into the frigid depths of the river, sinking deep to erase his scent and cool his rapidly over-heating body. It’s killing him, torturous burning and tingling. His scent disperses from the above the water and will give his pursuers a moment to question how he vanished. Anything to get away from the powerful youkai tracking him and getting ever closer. Seven or eight are coming for him in all directions. Even weakened like a fucking girl, he knows the power signatures are closing in.

Son of a mangy bitch...

Staying completely submerged, InuYasha forces himself to move against the river’s slow current and swim upstream. The light is long gone, and he has nothing but his reaching hands and kicking legs to feel for obstacles and pieces of ice. Swimming while pulling himself, his heavy fire rat (along with sundry other items herein), and a fang that grows three times his size and spits the hardest rock on Earth, makes the muscles in his arms and shoulders strain more than usual. Training with Totosai made him used to hauling the heavy bastard above water, but swimming upstream is still about a bitch, half-demon or not. But, to give those powerful demons after him the slip is the most important flight of his life. Time has no meaning, and the long trek passes. His healing wounds are forgotten and his scent dissipates in the water.

Climbing is more fun; finally getting to the gap between the falls and the rock, he pulls himself up with brittle but regenerating claws and squeezes into the narrowest opening he can find. Just as long as water covers the entrance and he has enough room to get the sword out. That’s all he needs. His luck runs well and the narrow slip leads to a larger inner cavern further inside. This proves to be a good move after all.

“Fucking hell,” panting, finally giving it a rest for a few, the hanyou pretty much collapses against the dark, slick sides of a niche in the wall separating other caverns inside the rock. He even gives himself a mental pat on the back for cleverness. The only one that might come close to scenting him would be Sesshomaru. Not as if he expects the demon lord to even have noticed he was gone anyhow—not with a hundred thousand men to manage—and is prepared to either defend himself here and now or rest and start moving closer toward Miroku’s and Sango’s village. Just staying his ass where it was on the outskirts of the battlefield would have ended in catastrophe, especially for the first guy that scented him and started hitting on him or something.

Naw, he did the right thing by taking off.

“It’s fine,” the hanyou steels himself, “Heat or not, it’s gonna be kick ass n’ take names later or bare my ass and never live down the shame. I don’t do good with shame.” The auras are moving again, as if sensing he had stopped. The hanyou gulps, slides back into the water, and lays his head back to breathes for long seconds.

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“Rat-infested swine!”

Breaking his cardinal rule--“Kill first, banter later”—Sesshomaru finds some satisfaction in destroying the un-godly ugly porcupine demon waddling on the path of InuYasha’s scent. Two of shooting quills almost hit the mark and cut holes in the demon lord’s spider silk haori—just the perfect ending to the tiresome day. One that promises to be the longest of his life considering he has slaughtered seven demons on his younger brother’s path, and many more are certain to follow.

On the brink of control, the demon lord ruthlessly steps forward and slaughters a moderately powerful oni with vicious speed. Not fast enough. He gives a sneer to the ashes and continues to race on, sensing the other sources of powerful youkai that are gaining steadily closer have not already reached him. The scents are still separate. Eyes that stay a strange combination of crimson/gold narrow dangerously. In the small chance he is wrong, the demon lord dodges snow-covered obstacles with more speed and accuracy than he’s ever used before. If any have even touched him, this Sesshomaru will hunt them, kill them slowly, revive them, and kill them a more torturous second time.

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Seriyu clucks at all the trouble, but even though the clever little bitch used water to mask her scent, the dragon is also a water creature that can follow the scent through the stream. Any water creature would be enticed by the aroma, so the dragon knows he has to get to her first or another might claim his prize. Even if he had to kill another demon, not a problem in his book, the bitch wouldn’t be fresh; Seriyu wants to be the first to fuck with that smell.

Back in his two-legged form, he scouts around the top of a waterfall east from his band of murderers. He had caught a whiff of her scent again in his full form and landed to sniff her out. The bitch has hidden well and is probably waiting for the first demon cunning enough to get through the maze to find her. She’s smart and probably will prove a strong breeder.

“Found you, little bitch,” the dragon pulls out the perfect weapon. “Just what I need to scare you out to me.”

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“Holy--!”

He’s taken a few minutes to let his heart go back to normal, pull himself out of the water into the niche in the wall and is in the middle of plotting the next move. But, the water in front of him suddenly gurgles and churns to take on a life of its own. The pool rises and re-shapes into texture; it scares the hell out of the already-on-edge hanyou, whose reaction is to leap backward as far as he can in the small niche of the cavern and screech in the manliest way possible. With profanity.

“Thrice damned, Naraku-fucking, piss-eating, holy-mother of shit!”

The perfect outline of a tall, muscular male fills out with flesh to combine with moving water. Before he knows it, InuYasha is looking up at the perfect face of a blue-skinned, male water nymph forming less than ten feet from where he is sitting. The water texturizes, fills out smooth flesh and muscles that looks pretty damn threatening for the Heat stricken hanyou. Even worse, the blue guy is only wearing a skimpy little loin cloth and remains bare with a perfectly sculpted body. He is more intimidating than the half demon in height and sheer volume, and his stunningly handsome face is not native to Japan with its broad lines and full lips. He is like a carving of perfection.

Fuck. Did I get in someone else’s hide out? Is he gonna wanna fight? The hanyou’s hand is on Tetsuaiga’s hilt and his back is pressed as hard against the rock wall in the niche as possible. There’s no way out or around from his position, so the ass-kicking might have to start in the next handful of seconds.

The male’s eyes open, brilliant blue, and slowly lower to the shorter, guarded hanyou. The nymph tilts his head to the side and... smiles? Flashing his pearly white teeth, he moves with animal-like grace through the water to the hole InuYasha is huddling against. The blue hips and muscles sway in a hypnotic roll while his eyes never blink, never look away from the luscious treat within his grasp. The scent of InuYasha’s heat has driven the nymph through the river and to this little hidey-cave, and while the nymph has no desire to mate per say, he could not walk away from the intoxicating pull of a powerful hanyou.

After the initial shock wears off, the InuYasha forces himself into action. He mentally fights his physical body preparing itself for mating: his muscles feel like limp noodles and things low in his belly warm suspiciously while the rest of his body is cold from the water but hot from his Heat. His instincts scream to lie back and let this pleasing male take his virginity. How about not. The hiss of Tetsuaiga leaving its sheath is the first warning of a cornered animal ready to attack. He is even able to hold onto the fang with a steady hand and mentally congratulates himself on the achievement.

“That’s far enough, asshole.” His voice has the consistency of gravel and a dangerous growl is already rolling up through his chest.

The nymph pauses at the large fang pointing directly at his heart, confusion and shock plain on his face. Thinking the hanyou is playing hard to get, he merely moves to hold out a hand on the other side of the blade.

At the ‘come-hither’ look, InuYasha’s mind blurts out GROSS! while his instincts take a tighter control of his body, forcing him to weaken further. The muscles in his legs abruptly give out, putting him in a compromising situation on his knees up in the niche. Panic flares, and the hanyou struggles to stand; however, now that the nymph has shown himself, he flares his immensely powerful aura as the water slices off his body. The half-demon can’t get to his feet. Powerful strides bring the blue guy to the hidey-niche, less than a few feet from the hanyou, and his different flavor of energy washes through the cavern. The pressure is more acute and threatens to overwhelm the half-demon’s instincts to find a worthy, powerful partner. He actually gasps in a sharp breath and puts effort into staying still with the sword at the ready.

“No, no, no. Fuuuuck no. Thanks, you know, for the thought and all, but no. No! I ain’t trying to find a mate. I just want to be left the hell alone.” He follows this little speech with a hand gesture and facial expressions to match.

The eyes blink at him in confusion, as if not understanding the language, and the nymph becomes water again so quick the hanyou jumps and almost drops Tetsuaiga. His head tilts to the side in surprise, but the current flows around the fang’s blade and up on the ledge to pour into the InuYasha’s lap.

“Wh-What the hell?!”

Even trying to scramble backwards into the wall does nothing to disperse the free flowing fluid making circles around his lap, down his legs, and up his chest, finding the gaps in his clothing to surge against bare skin. Water doesn’t normally feel like the brush hands, but this is more purposeful than water normally is, pressing and teasing his most sensitive spots. Unfamiliar with intimate touches, InuYasha hollers in hoarse outrage. The fire under his skin burns with the energy pressing tighter against his own combined with the water all over him. The constant touching is enough, but the water is freezing ass cold to boot.

Thus, freak—out.

“Gods dammit, that’s enough!”

Jerking every which way, his body is consumed with heat and sensation. No one ever touched him; one of the banes to being unclean. Only Kagome and Kikyo had ever touched him without the intent of harm. The last five years had borne similar results; no one would lay a gentle hand on a half-breed. Thus, the cool trickling is magnified ten-fold. Cool fingers circle his bare thighs, up his abdomen to his tight nipples, and right at his male sex, teasing the tip—all of it is too much too fast. His breath locks in his throat, hips jerk upward in reaction.

Lust consumes part of him while the other part is horrified at being violated without his permission by some fucker he’s never met. Some blue guy to boot, not even another inu or hanyou. Well, not happening today, jerk wad!

His backbone straightens in stubborn determination; InuYasha flips himself onto all fours and shakes like he’s never shaken off a bath before! He wrenches his body to either side to throw off as much of the nymph as possible. Incredibly, water flies in all directions and hopefully gives the bastard some nasty bruises if nothing else.

Scooping up his sword, InuYasha half-stands in the lower niche in the cavern and moves along the little shelf—not trusting the water. Before his eyes, the nymph re-forms into the same blue person sitting his ass down and shaking his head.

Ha. Lookin’ a lil’ woozy there, ass head. Need to sit down? Keh, that’ll teach ya to fuck with me when I say ‘no’! The warning rumble low in his chest is deeper than normal, not that he notices while waiting for other demons to just show the hell up, too. His luck, there would be a cluster fuck on the way since the water didn’t do enough to dampen his scent. Shit, his brother might eventually wander along if he’s so fucking concerned about the honor of the bloodline to make sure no one but royalty wants to fuck the youngest son of the Inu no Taisho.

The wide-eyed nymph looks over at him as the sound of the waterfall reverberates off the cavern walls, louder than before now that the blood isn’t pounding in the hanyou’s ears. He forces himself to mentally calm and ease his achy muscles with pure determination to keep that sword pointed. The nymph guy must see something in the hanyou change, and does not ignore the sword pointing at him this time but merely stays where he is. Blue eyes widen as both hands rise slowly in an ‘I come in peace’ move. Apparently, the nymph gets the point: no touchie.

“Long as we’re clear. You stay the hell over there. Every damn drop.” The shaken hanyou slides down to sit, sword fading back to its rusty form. While watching the confused male, InuYasha takes a second to force his heated body to calm the fuck down. His nipples still send uncomfortable tinges down to his erect dick when his web robes rub against him.

The male nymph, with one brow cocked up, scents the air audibly and returns his gaze to the hanyou. He gives a small shrug and releases the side of the loin cloth. The flowing material floats peacefully away from his impressive form and stiff member. His blue skin shimmers against the light reflecting off the water as he kneels down to crouch on all fours and bends over, ready for mounting.

His carved muscles, the dips and hollows of his hips, and the plump blue cheeks undulate as alluring as any female while he turns to give the hanyou access. A forked, pink tongue flicks out to moisten his blue lips and wave at the hanyou’s direction as those blue eyes look over his shoulder. The soft noises and low moans are doing their job—enticing the hanyou’s instincts.

InuYasha, against his will and better judgement, stares at the indent of the nymph’s hips and plump little ass. His eyes move indecently up along his chest to the blue nipples adorning each pectoral, his erection hardening more than he’s comfortable with; the hanyou swallows audibly. He doesn’t want to be turned on by this male, but for the love of the gods, he’s not made of stone.

The nymph’s next smile is less, “ha-ha! Found you!” and more, “Have no fear, I shall be gentle.” Slowly, giving the hanyou enough time to jump away, the male crawls along the ledge; his whole body rolls with uncharacteristic grace and muscles that humans simply don’t have. The sight makes InuYasha’s eyes widen by degrees, sweat trickling down his face, and his erection gave a painful throb. Painful. Again, the male’s reptilian tongue swipes out to do some impressive moves while those eyes swept down to InuYasha’s lap as if he already knew what’s happening under his hakama.

The hanyou’s mind flashes to the lap wave and his cheeks pink, that fucking pervert felt me up! He grips Tetsuaiga again, panting this time.

But the male stops abruptly, head turned in the direction of the waterfall. His face twists in displeasure.

InuYasha feels the disturbance...just before a massive blast rocks his side of the cavern housing his little niche. Nothing like an attack to kick his ass into gear—raging hormones or not. He’s on his feet, sword slid in the sheath, and already looking for another crack or hole in the cavern wall; he might have to dive under the water to find another avenue for escape.

A splish, a blink, and the male is up in his space, pressing their chests together with those strange blue lips a breath away from his own. No time for words or knee-jerk reactions, the male’s mouth is on his, hands cup his cheeks to keep him still. The tongue slithers through his lips when he gasps. The nymph’s tongue wraps around his own deftly, and the other male’s mouth tastes clean and fresh. The rubbing and heat makes an unwilling moan slip into the other male’s mouth.

Another explosion and the nymph pulls away as InuYasha’s arms come up to push him away. But, the nymph turns and falls into waves that disperse without continuing their dance.

Gasping and a little shaky, InuYasha tries to forget about the taste in his mouth and moves.

*~
Carelessly throwing another black powder bomb into the niche he’s created, Seiryu uses his fiery breath to light the fuse of the next slender explosive. It’s a bright, white light in the darkness, but the arrogant vagrant is certain he has the power to deal with any other that come along in search of his bitch. Besides, once he mounted her (or him, not that gender mattered, a warm hole is a warm hole), his own scent would warn others off. Not that he would care much after mating season; hell, he would probably give the bitch to the other Burakumin. If she could withstand all those demons taking her, she may be worthy to travel with them.

As it is, he’s just making a pathway to get to her. Clever, hiding in a mountain backing a waterfall. Not clever enough.

The next explosion does real damage, and out of the fractured rock, an errant wave shoots out....right at his face with the power of a battle axe.

Spitting an instant mouthful of blood, the dragon goes down in surprise. What in the seven hells was that?

Above him, the water swirls and forms another male. One that bares his teeth in a sadistic grin.
*~
Surfacing, InuYasha pants for breath. He hasn’t found the way out, or even the way the nymph went. He lets out a frustrated groan. His cock is rock hard and his body ready to give out. But, true to his character, the hanyou refuses to give up even as his body cools off painfully in the frigid depths.

I’ve gotta get out before they get here.

He ducks under again and searches around in the dark niches of the cavern. The gentle suction is almost lost to him underwater, but he swims closer and finds a hole underwater big enough for him to squeeze through. He comes up for one more lung-full of air, hoping he isn’t just getting himself stuck to eventually drown. Even demons have to breathe after all. The slightly bitter trace of fear tinges his scent lingers as he ducks again.

Clawing through the water, he half-way pulls himself through the opening into what could be another chamber or a flow-way out of the rock.

He brings his legs up to give a strong kick...when something slimy and solid wraps around his ankle and pulls him backwards. Motherfu—!! His brittle claws sink into the rock as he gives a startled yelp underwater. Precious air is lost as something more hand-like snags his sleeve and then wrist in the other side of the rock. Both pull him in opposite directions, so the hanyou doesn’t know which way to fight. Like this, he can’t draw Tetsuaiga. He gives a frustrated scream underwater as one hand becomes two on his wrist and another slimy tentacle worms up inside his hakama leg closer to his weak spots. What I wouldn’t give for Sesshomaru’s poison claws right now.

He tries pulling his body away from both in an arch, but the hands on his wrists with claws sink into his wrist with the refusal to let go. Blood scents the water. The slimely tentacle at his leg squeezes painfully tight and pulls harder—making the claws rip and tear. The pain, the fear, and his will to survive all combine with the lack of air and fear of death and his body’s aching triggers the force brewing deep inside, past blood, sinews, and vicera.

As he cries out, the heat in the center of his chest (that has been suppressed for too long) expands; it simply implodes through the use of demon ki magic, an ability the hanyou never realized he had without the fang to direct his youkai. Golden light blinds him underwater, and his body jerks violently from releasing a sharp volt of pure power. Both sides get an equal dose of hanyou surprise attack and release him (or, maybe, the limbs holding him melted away in the blast—he can’t be sure). Either way, he is suddenly free of trying to be pulled apart and knows of the impending attack on both sides of the rock.

Vibrations in the water could be a cry of pain. Wh--? What did I--?

He hurt someone, two someones. Good, first strike. Anymore left? On which side? Some blood scenting the water. He knows he’s ready for them. No one is going to take him down without a fight. Even underwater, his fingertips burn and tingle from the release of power. Making a split-second decision, he kicks through the hole and enters the next chamber with trepidation, feeling for anything obstructing his way. So far, so good. Maybe whatever grabbed him learned a valuable lesson...

He’s apparently wrong. From above, a clawed hand steals through the water and wraps around his throat.
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Sesshomaru stands, staring down at the dead male without expression. Judging by the remaining half of the corpse, he can surmise the other half was burned away. Half the chest and lower body are burned away, only the face is truly left unharmed....

The demon lord’s nose wrinkles at the smell of charred death, but he manages to catch a hint of InuYasha’s heat scent...right on the male’s lips. His control, so meticulously cultivated over his own trials, hangs on by a hairsbreadth. Another dares?!

A wind triggered by his swirling youkai gives an ethereal look to his visible rage; the demon within is no longer concerned with saving its hanyou sibling but of taking the hanyou from another. His eyes crimson search for the opening. Another male, the winner, is already after the demon lord’s prize.

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Seiryu drags the silver-haired bitch out of the water by a hold on his throat. Any desire to be nice about the whole thing went all to hell the moment the attack burned his left hand completely off. Standing on a shelf of rock, the dragon took less than a few seconds to cradle the stump of his wrist in the other hand, mourning the loss and how long it would take for the damn thing to regenerate. Months, possibly even years.

The dragon, in a snap decision, reaches for the bitch again with new determination—the desire to make him or her pay for the injury. His cock hadn’t lost its hardness, so the bitch is going to get the fucking of her life. The prospect of making her scream in pain similar to his own makes the dragon lick his chops as his hand closes around a throat.

But, to make the mood even worse, the second the bitch breaks the surface of the water, he starts up a hell of a struggle. Water splishes as the red-clad demon flails and pulls against the hand strangling him. Grinning like insane, Seiryu swings the obvious male around to put them back-to-chest and pins the other male painfully against a rock shelf, holding the hanyou’s back tight against his front with his injured arm moving up to keep the bitch in a choke hold.

Half-demon, eh? An inu at that! The ears are cute but definitely not a full demon feature. The dragon licks his lips as his now free hand goes to his crotch so his erection is exposed.

“Let me the fuck GO you son of a pox-faced whore!” The voice grates on Seiryu, so his arm tightens to grip the throat tighter and shut the little bitch up before he seriously considered ripping the throat completely out.

The hanyou gurgles and chokes without air, an improvement. A few movements of his free hand and the hakama is loose enough to slide down over the hanyou’s ass. The bare skin is burning to the touch, heating the water around them. Seiryu rubs his body against the hanyou’s back and ass, ignoring the half-assed struggles.

“Stop fighting it, sweet little bitch. I’m going to give you what you need, don’t worry. If you’re good, I’ll be good to you,” the hissing voice is heard even with all the water in InuYasha’s ears. His vision is graying at the edges with the crushing grip on his throat. The body behind him presses too close for him to draw Tetsuaiga, which is pinned hard against his hip by the rock wall at his side. Abruptly, the hanyou that never stops fighting is suddenly facing unconsciousness. His strength has all but given out and without air or his sword, he is going to be literally fucked. When his ass is bared and the distinct impression of a cock poking his cheeks, InuYasha panics. His struggles are only met with opposition.

A reptilian tongue swirls around his ear, and the hanyou cringes before he begins to see red...

Not like this. This bastard will not--!

The tip of an engorged erection presses against InuYasha’s entrance...the only sound is his strangled cry before crimson takes over his vision—even though Tetsuaiga begins pulsing at his side.

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Not only should the growling have tipped Seiryu off that he is no longer in charge of the encounter, but the intense surge of youkai making the hanyou’s hair float about his head is a strong indicator the dragon completely misses while positioning himself for penetration. Instead, his grin is sadistic as he shoves his hips forward to dominate the sweet-smelling hanyou. He seats himself fully inside the unprepared body he has pinned against the wall and ignores everything else around him. Even the frigid water does nothing to soften his excitement.

The scream is animialistic when the hanyou is forcefully violated. It makes the dragon’s cock even harder, and he growls against the back of the hanyou’s neck—looking forward to what would be one of the best fucks of his long life.

He should not have assumed the young one under him would be passive once “claimed.” His fatal mistake. In a move too fast for the dragon to see, drugged by the tight warmth around his member, the hanyou’s clawed hand whips up and sinks deep into the dragon’s skull. Before Seiryu can cry out, react, or crush the young one’s windpipe, the hanyou shoves them backward with renewed strength and mashes his rapist against the opposite rock wall with bone-crushing force.

Unfortunately, it also shoves the phallus in his rear deeper, and the scent of blood hits the hanyou’s nose. The full demon screams in anger at his blood in the air and pain of his violation. His first time mating should have been gentle and easy with one that would properly prepare him with kindness and consideration. He’s had pain all his damned life, and the mad part of him would not tolerate this act to be done out of force. It drives his anger three-fold.

He whips around, removing the object from his body, and his elongated claws go straight for the object that penetrated him. The dragon’s blood overpowers the scent of his own.

Seiryu is the one that utters the next scream as razor-sharp claws sink into his genitals. Warm blood contrasts with the cold water as the demonic InuYasha puts himself nose-to-nose with the dragon, fangs showing and growl emanating from deep in his chest. The dragon actually eeps at the crimson eyes glaring insanely into his.

The inu’s smile is now the sadistic one as he pulls his hand back and rips flesh along with it.

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Even if Sesshomaru had trouble finding his baby brother, the screaming would have tipped him off.

A green energy whip comes from virtually no where and wraps securely around the injured dragon’s neck. The demon lord gives one sharp pull and severs the head in an instant, before the dragon can fully feel the agony of his mutilated genitalia.

In a second instant, Sesshomaru is less than a few feet from his younger brother in the chest-deep water and throws the corpse away with an enraged snarl. His blood pounds in his demon ears with the myrid of scents that assult his sensitive nose. To further irritate the already on-the-edge-of-control lord, upon throwing the dragon, he sees that InuYasha’s hakama are not covering his body.

The demon is so angry, so UNGODLY PISSED OFF, he is literally shaking with rage. It has been centuries since this surge of emotions had made him literally tremble with the effort not to move or face the whirwind of violence that only the killing perfection could bring. No words will come, not even to inquire on InuYasha’s health or to notice the demonic turn his brother has taken (even though he can clearly smell the change in blood). Only his heavy breathing and the soft, muted waterfall echo. His gold/ red eyes close quickly, pure willpower needed to bring him away from the brink of animalistic insanity. The only thing that truly brings him back is the low pulsing that vibrates through the air and water. One that is a strange combination of InuYasha’s youkai and the song of Tetsuaiga...?

Control partially restored, Sesshomaru opens his eyes and finally realizes what he is facing: a likewise insane animal glaring back at him from the corner of the cavern. Even with the Tetsuaiga throbbing at his hip, InuYasha has been overcome by his demon blood; his lavender marking and blood red eyes are the first physical indications. The intense youkai emanating from the young one beats against the demon lord’s own aura, a challenge or a warning to stay away. The demon InuYasha does not recognize him or still does not trust him as a part of the hanyou’s inner survival instincts. The demon lord tries to breathe through his mouth to tone down the affect of the Heat scent, but as a celebate inu himself, he cannot help his body’s reaction to the scent and sight of a beautiful and strong inu youkai ripe for the taking.

“InuYasha...” the demon lord hisses low while his own youkai strengthens in a rise to the challenge. His eyes blink from red to gold, his body tightening with arousal. Without being conscious of his own movements, he is stalking through the water—a rumbling growl rising through his chest.

Then, something happens that snaps him out of his rising lust...

“S-Sessho—Ru...” the voice, garbled and throaty, is still InuYasha, shrinking in on himself as if expecting the more powerful demon to attack. “Ru.”

The attempt at speech shocks the demon lord right out of his rightful anger. Never before when he has witnessed this transformation has the hanyou spoken or shown any sign of intelligence other than blatant survival and murderous instincts. However, the demon lord looks even more closely at the crimson eyes, and there he sees awareness—not an endless pit of murderous desire.

The demon lord’s mind works quickly: with maturity, most demons discover the true power in their blood; InuYasha transformed even with Tetsuaiga in his possession; the demonic side seems more controlled. Obviously, his little brother has some kind of control over the murderous power in his blood with his awakening Heat. It is up to the demon lord to calm his brother before his perilous control slips and the demon in him goes to find another mate—whether InuYasha agrees or not.

“Yes, little brother. You are safe now.” He has already caught the scent of blood and, for the first time since his own trial, feels a strange emotion. Something akin to worry. Perhaps he arrived too late to save the younger from violation and mayhap that is why his demon took control. “This Sesshomaru will protect you as he promised.”

The deep, rumbling growl doesn’t let up, but changes in pitch and intensity to a soft purr. The hunched figure slowly straightens, muscles slowly unclenching from ready-to-spring tight. While Sesshomaru watches with seemingly calm intent—he knows how to face off with a maddened carnivore and is already calculating how to subdue the beast in his brother without fatally injuring him. But, the lord loses some of his tenseness as his brother seems to draw in a deep, cold breath and look at him, really look at him.

“Ru...”

“I am here, InuYasha. To keep you safe as I vowed to do.” He holds out a hand, “your sense of smell does not lie.”

Teeth snap together with a loud crack of powerful jaws, but the half-transformed inu hanyou does lift his head and inhale. In the twisted part of his mind that is still in inu-hanyou, he knows that scent, and the demonic blood receeds. The crimson slowly bleeds out of golden eyes, and the body returns to its normal state—claws shrinking, fangs fitting back in his jaw, and lavender marks fading.

The transformation back into hanyou leaves InuYasha panting, leaning against the shelf behind him in intense weakness. Too much has happened—fighting, wounds, Heat, flight, and fighting all over again. He is understandably disturbed and re-orienting to the present.

Shaken, InuYasha slumps backward in stupid weakness. He’s fragmented and curls in on himself on the ledge. His hand scrambles to bring his hakama back up out of the water and cover himself. The awe-inspiring press of intense youkai around him scalds him through the fire rat. There is no thought now; his body is a bundle of nerves, flesh, and sinew working on primal instinct.

Too close...too fucking close.... But, the slight pain in his back makes the hanyou’s heart thud harder in his chest. Oh, gods....

Finally, the hanyou straightens and dares to look behind him, eyes comically wide.

A deep breath tells Sesshomaru everything he needs to know about the hanyou’s state of mental and physical breakdown. With this knowledge, the bitter tang of fear and blood to the air, his eyes clear of demon blood, even if the pulsing power of his youkai still lurks just under meat and viscera rather than return to dormancy. Every instinct screams to protect his blooded kin at any and all cost; thus the urge to mate the hanyou himself (purely to keep others from taking him, of course) returns with a vengeance.

“Are-you-un-harmed?” Breathe. That dragon spilled his blood in some way. He forces himself to calm just enough to still seem in control.

The hanyou blinks hard and his frantic panting starts to ease. “H-Holy fuck on a stick...S-Sesshomaru?” His trembling muscles unclench.

Only a momentary pause while the expression changes to severely displeased; it’s the look the hanyou is used to seeing across locked swords. “You little fool!” Anger and leftover fear make his tone sharp and reminiscent of the old, hateful half-brother. “Why did you not take the potion as you should have but rather take your chances smelling like a scared virgin? Why not find me? I swore to protect you, and this Sesshomaru keeps his word!”

“Hey there, lord frosty-ass. I--uh...y’ see the flask musta got washed out when I was in the ocean, er, I dunno, maybe when that weird ass fish kinda sproinged outta nowhere, or, well, fuck, it mighta been when the attack kinda went wrong, it coulda just crumpled like paper er some shit, I mean damn, who knows--”

In the blink of an eye, the lord has moved close to his shaken sibling and is leaning down, putting their faces closer to shut up the babbling youth, “now.” Irritated sigh, “Are you unharmed? Did that demon force you?” Oh, the pain that will await that dragon when he returns to the land of the living...

“N—what?!” The hanyou’s head bows as his shaky hands are re-tying the knot of his obi to keep his clothing on. Luckily, Tetsuaiga’s sheath had tangled in his hakama cords. Tie it and give the bastard your strong face—keh! Nothing doin’. That dragon fucker is lucky he’s dead. “It’s fine. I ain’t hurt.”

“The scent of your blood tells a different story,” Sesshomaru denies, eyes intently on his brother’s forehead. “I will revive that dragon and allow you to kill him again if that is your wish.”

InuYasha’s head comes up, ear perk as he raises a brow at the demon lord, “wow. Seriously? You’ll use Tensaiga so I can carve him up a little?”

From a few feet away, the elder gives a grave nod.

“That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me,” the joke falls flat because his eyes dart away to keep Sesshomaru from seeing how shaken he really is. “Naw, the fact he’s dead is good enough for now. I don’t wanna stay here and waste more time.”

He turns from Sesshomaru’s concentrated gaze and boosts himself onto a rock shelf to get the hell out of the freezing cold water. “If yer offering for later, I might take you up on it, then.”

“Do as you like,” is the lord’s automated reply. He flicks his wet hair over his shoulder, ripples spreading out before him.

Ducking his hands in his sleeves, InuYasha take a deep, cold breath while his rump throbs slightly and his skin tingles. He’s already healing from whatever that dragon bastard did...maybe he just got clawed or something...? Keh, not with this kind of pain, but at least his claws were reeking of dragon’s blood; bastard didn’t get away with that shit unscathed. The hanyou fervently hopes he was in mid-kill before Sesshomaru showed up—oddly enough, he partially remembers his hand crushing the dragon’s skull...The hanyou shudders with implications about his formerly murderous blackouts.

“InuYasha!”

Apparently Sesshomaru had been trying to get his attention. As the hanyou looks up, his half-brother is closer once again, standing chest deep in the freezing water. They are both eye level, and Sesshomaru actually looks—kinda put out that the hanyou ignored him. Huh. Who knew?

“Why did you leave camp?” Tamping down on irritation, Sesshomaru asks for the second time.

The hanyou draws himself up, slightly unsure how to take this new concern or having to justify his actions. “Look, Sesshomaru, I had t’ get outta there. That’s all there is to it... don’t get me wrong. I appreciate the sentiment, y’know, you trying to protect me now and all, but I don’t need it. Besides, there’s no way I can go back to the Western Lands smelling like this—I’ll never get to or out of the castle alive. ”

InuYasha leans back, away from his brother’s intense gaze, to get his breath back and shudder for a few good seconds. “I’ve gotta get through this on my own, and it’s fine, like I said.” Sure, his legs are so weak he probably can’t even stand, but the hanyou has his pride as well as his courage. No one has ever had to look out for him, even the pack he once had, and he didn’t need a babysitter— not even now. That dragon fucker isn’t going to shake him.

An elegant and infuriatingly perfect brow arches upward.

“I-I’m on the way to one of my hiding spots from when I was a kid. It’s secure. I just kinda got sidetracked here.” InuYasha moves to slide back in the water to his brother’s right. The immediate cold seeps into his heated body again. How can anyone be so fucking hot and freezing cold at the same time? He wonders as he sloshes away from his elder brother, but has to pause. It’s the honorable thing to do. “And, well, thanks....y’ know, for coming to save me and stuff. I—well, damn—no one’s ever come to my rescue or some shit, so, thanks.” There, that would pacify his mother’s spirit, probably lamenting his lack of manners.

“If I was a few seconds late, you would have been rutted against your will. It will not happen again.” Even the water around InuYasha is warming with his body heat, and his words to Yao Xin interjects: No one will have him—except me.

Miffed, the hanyou throws his brother a glare over his shoulder, “Wh--?! I was waiting for the right time to fight him off!” The demon lord is suddenly beside him, tilting his chin up to look at the bruising around InuYasha’s throat.

“Hn. You ripped his genitals off.” Sesshomaru tips the younger’s chin up to get a good look at the marks, deep black bruising already spreading. The dragon nearly crushed his brother’s windpipe.

Heh. Showed him. His brother’s hand feels cool against his hot skin. “I had him right where I wanted him!” For a moment, vulnerability shows throw the gruff exterior as InuYasha contemplates what might have happened had the demon not taken over.

Sesshomaru, however, uses examination as an excuse to gauge temperature, his skin burns my finger tips. The potion is as potent as that woman warned. Combined with his virginity...his Heat will strike four-fold. It could actually kill him if left for much longer. So, there is not time to return him to the palace and find a suitable candidate. “And what of the—blue creature?” Distaste obvious in the tone, Sesshomaru can help but notice how...soft...the skin under his fingers happens to be. Sweet smelling and soft.

The abrupt change in topic makes the shell-shock wear off slightly more. When the adrenaline of his flight and near (how close was it?!) rape finally wears off, the Heat symptoms return. The burning in his veins makes his skin crawl and tingle. He feels physically nauseous along with the consistent thump of power around him—linked to the beating of his heart. The fingers touching his bruises don’t help matters; whether Sesshomaru’s touch and powerful aura are feeding his Heat or if his Heat is feeding Sesshomaru’s aura makes the hanyou feel a pressing need to leave. This is worse than the blue guy.

“Th-the blue guy wouldn’t have hurt me. He...he was okay.” The hanyou turns his throat out of Sesshomaru’s hold.

Instant jealousy flares, and Sesshomaru blinks with the flush of emotion he is unfamiliar with: “He is dead. The dragon killed him.”

“Are you s-...oh, fuck.” That news immediately makes him feel like shit. The only person that ever died for him was his own father and mother. No one else...

“Yes... I am—sorry for the loss. He seemed to be a powerful nymph, and not many of his kind are left in this land.”

The younger just shrugs, still feeling guilt for the strange but kinda nice nymph. If nothing, the hanyou is honorable and softly replies, “I feel bad for him, but I’ve gotta get going. Would you have the time to give him a proper burial? Or, at least put him somewhere until my Heat is over and I can?”

Anger flares in the demon lord all over again. “’Go’? You are not safe.” The hanyou’s arm is caught, stopping his escape. Nor will you last long enough to run.

“I’m not gonna depend on you to watch my ass. I got this. That last fucker jumped me by surprise, but it won’t happen again—“

Through this rigmarole, Sesshomaru’s eyes narrow; he struggles against his rising instincts. InuYasha actually seems to believe the crap he’s spewing—that he can just well take care of himself. However, his eyes are the true keys to his emotions, as the demon lord learned during their fights long ago, and the younger’s bright eyes are wide and dull with fear regardless of his arrogant banter. Apparently, his babbling excuses are not good enough for the demon lord. The pressure of his youkai increases, reminding the younger what the power of a daiyoukai can do... Just like the dragon fucker, the overwhelming youkai makes his knees knock together.

InuYasha sputters out mid-sentence at the pressure suddenly increasing around him. His knees lose strength immediately, and his head falls back to unwillingly bare his throat to the stronger male. Horrified at his own actions, InuYasha’s eyes widen.

“This is what will happen to you, over and over,” the demon side hisses, “you will weaken in the wake of power, and another will take you—willing or not.” The bestial side rises in a wave of power, and the Lord of the West, renown for his icy control, reverts to his animalistic nature. His sense of smell heightens, and the scent beacons him ever closer.

“Sess—“ is all the hanyou can hiss out.

“You shall not leave.”

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InuYasha sucks in a breath, but it is already too late to run. Sesshomaru will overtake him before he sloshes a step and there is not room overhead to jump or maneuver. The demon lord throws out his power in a pulsing wave and the hanyou’s body loses all ability to function. He starts to fall forward in the water, and Sesshomaru only needs one arm to catch him around the waist and haul him back up on the rock ledge. Fight! His mind forces his body past the natural instinct to remain passive, and the hanyou shoves Sesshomaru off with a surprising amount of strength.

“Get the hell OFF!”

The lord moves fast enough to keep from going into the water and simultaneously pulls a single thread from his haori. In the blink of an eyes, Sesshomaru rebounds from the opposite wall and is back on top, pulling the *hadagi and suikan down InuYasha’s back and off with speed and efficency. With the single thread of demon spider silk, he ties InuYasha’s wrists together behind his back while the younger bucks his hips and fights tooth and nail with insults spewing like profane rain.

Determined, the red-eyed lord bares his brother’s skin. Heat radiates from every square inch of hanyou...

Not his ideal situation, but the animal side would take what it could get. The elder brother, however, will do this deed since he is finally able to protect his younger brother. The demon lord purrs, one hand holding the younger down while he runs his nose along the hanyou’s spine. Curling around his nose, the scent draws the animal even closer—brings his tongue out to roll along the bumps of vertebra.

At the touch of his brother’s tongue, InuYasha’s tirade ends on,”—ball-licking, cat-fucking,--geee yaaa!”and whole body jerks with the feel of a tongue on his back. Without his permission, his cock starts to harden painfully against his will once again—this time with his half-brother.

I know I said I would rather have had Sesshomaru or Kouga, but dammit this is not—Fucking FATES!

“God dammit, you asshole! Lemme go!” He wrenches hard to the side but doesn’t even come close to dislodging the demon lord. Rather, Sesshomaru pulls up on the bound arms, causing the shoulders to wrench painfully and starts a warning growl to keep the sweet-smelling bitch under him passive to his attention. Once the hanyou stops his struggle, the overcome lord returns to the bumps along the spine.

“Don’t do this,” and the words, the softly gruff tone, bring back the lord’s sanity—somewhat.

Sesshomaru regains enough of himself to lift the hanyou out of the water. His tail lifts off his shoulder (shakes out excess water) and helps in lifting the armor over his head. Only in his clothing, Sesshomaru spreads his tail on the rock below them. Turning the red-faced InuYasha to meet him, the demon lays him back against the softness of fur and finds the cords to his hakama. With one hand, he deftly unties the complex knot while his head descends to press their lips together.

Eyes warring between crimson and gold, the demon lord has enough of his own thinking to be disgusted at himself for this obvious breach of protocol—it was not supposed to happen this way. It will not help in making InuYasha believe he can trust this demon. However, Sou’ung was never supposed to return to this world, either. Each as it comes...

The hanyou clamps his jaw together, but the lord’s tongue just sweeps across his lips in a parody of the time he asked for forgiveness. After a taste, Sesshomaru moves down to the neck and chest, using lips and tongue, to find sensitive spots and tasty little niches in the hanyou’s anatomy. If this must happen to keep the younger safe from further attack, then the demon lord will attempt to make it as good for him as possible. Of course, he will coax and cultivate his little brother’s arousal until their hideaway reeks of it, effectively relieving the hanyou’s reluctance.

Already, the male nipples are standing at attention on the flat of the younger’s pecks—either from the frigid water or arousal. The demon’s tongue, longer than a human’s, wraps around the first little bud; InuYasha rears up with a surprised cry.

It is the most intense pleasurable feeling he has ever known. Given he’s a hanyou and a fucking outcast, the only touch he’s ever had is violent touch (not to mention trying to get yourself off while in a tree ain’t the most comfortable place...geeze, he can’t even remember the last time he’s given himself—ahhh, Gods!). Part of his is sickened at Sesshomaru touching him so intimately and the other part comes alive at the sensations of fingers and mouth skimming his flesh for the first time in his life. InuYasha chest heaves with breath, body twitching when the tongue becomes lips and suction. His erection gives a throb, pressure in his belly beginning to build.

The sensation compounds when the demon’s fingers play with the other nipple on his chest. Uncontrollably, the hanyou bucks sharply at the stimulation, “Gods! Stop it Stop!!!” spills out of his mouth before he can bite it back. No, it’s not necessarily begging but demanding—still, it’s a weakness in him that can’t take such intense feelings, and that pisses the hanyou off.

Screaming? Through all the injuries I have given him, never have I heard him cry out so vehemently.

Sesshomaru rears up. His eyes snap back to gold.

He wants to stop if only for the younger’s peace of mind. However, the intense color of the flesh and pulsing power of the hanyou’s youkai are painfully strong. The heart beat is so fast in the youth’s chest that it could explode. The Heat is raging out of control.

“You will not hold out for much longer,” abruptly, bare skin skims against his heated, aching flesh, and Sesshomaru’s face fills his vision. Golden eyes meet, lock; InuYasha can’t look away. The elder has a peculiar expression rather than the normal coldness, and InuYasha feels his lower region harden more—this, this is lust...

“Your temperature has already skyrocketed. There is not time to get you anywhere. The potion has sped up your Heat and metabolism. It must happen, now.”

Eyes widen at this, ears perked. What...?He told me it would speed up...

“Holy fuck,” the hanyou whispers in his brother’s face, “b-but—“

“Full demons do not need to mate once they are three hundred. You are a hanyou, so you will apparently need to mate. Now, InuYasha.” The demon lord refuses to lose control again, not when the younger might have been violated mere moments before his arrival.

“B-but, I can’t. Sesshomaru, we can’t!” The hoarseness in his voice, the fear of impending death, slightly tinges his scent, and the animal still close to the surface of Sesshomaru purrs again, trying to ease the younger’s panic. “We’re brothers, and—and I’m a fucking hanyou and—“

“I know this is not your ideal situation,” the elder breathes in this sensitive little ear, “but you must be taken care of or the Heat will not stop. It will kill you.”

Kill? Fuck, kill me? “I’ll survive. I always survive. I can’t—do this.” The younger grits out with a clenching jaw, pulling at his bound arms with meager strength, a human’s strength. “Let me go...please, Sesshomaru, let me go.”

For the first time in his life, his little brother is asking, nay begging. Sesshomaru wishes he could yield to the plea, but to do so would be disastrous.

“I cannot... I will not leave you to certain death, nor will I allow another to force you with no care to your pleasure.” And the demon lord will give his little brother as much pleasure, as much heat and ecstasy, as he can take. The curious half-droop of the lord’s eyes insinuate hours of touching and teasing, deep and sensual kissing, how good this will all feel if the hanyou just accepts.

Forearms braced by the hanyou’s head, Sesshomaru dips down to press his mouth erotically against the younger again to silence his laments. It is, unlike his usual self, gentle and sweet, slowly and thorough. He doesn’t necessarily want to have sex with his little brother, either, but the Lord of the West will do what he must. The time for words (explanations and apologies) would be later. The time for action, for pleasure and heat, is now.

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The hanyou is out of his mind with the sensation, twisting against the spider silk and fluffy tale of his brother while being held down on the hips by careful but deadly claws. He doesn’t want to enjoy this, but his body perspires, twitches, and heaves against his mental commands. The bolts of pleasure course through him in a way that is too new and frightening. He would rather suffer pain than this. Rent his flesh, spill his blood in hot spurts, crush the bones in his hands and feet (pain is a permanent part of his life, the one thing he can always depend on staying the same and never changing) anything but this intimacy with the half-brother he hasn’t yet forgiven. Not while he is too raw from this stupid Great Trial crap.

The demon lord’s tongue slithers up his flesh into nooks and crevices to end up in his brother’s mouth and tangles, sweeps, tastes, finally captures the unwilling moans and whimpers; sweet sounds from the virginal sacrifice beneath him. His hands skim all over his brother’s heated flesh with relish, his own inner beast purring with gratification.

We can touch him, this precious piece of our father—too long we have been denied him...

Without stopping this momentum, the demon lord ruthlessly shoves his animalistic side back down while their mouths continue working and again a hand starts to play and rubs at the tender little nubbins to make InuYasha’s velvet erection strain harder against Sesshomaru’s while the other hand yet fondles the soft, pink folds of the triangular ears.

The stimulation causes InuYasha to arch his back and suck the air out of Sesshomaru’s mouth; his hips start a sensual slide to rub their cocks together while rubbing his sensitive skin again the elder’s fluffy tail. While his tongue delves deeper in the youth’s mouth, the rustle of Sesshomaru’s clothing falling off is lost in sweetness of the kiss. Once the lord’s upper body and hakama are out from between them, the elder draws away to let the younger breathe before his smile turns the slightest bit feral, and the sound of InuYasha’s heartbeat speeds up.

Sesshomaru moves in for the kill; leaning up, he begins the exploration of the right ear—from base to tip. The muted sounds of surprise and pleasure make the demon lord hum with satisfaction. He would do this correctly, not hurry, and not focus on the what if’s afterward. For the first time in InuYasha’s painful life, his brother is able to do something right. If nothing, the demon lord (a perfectionist in any technique he deems worthy enough to learn) will make this the most worthwhile moment of the hanyou’s life. Both ears are licked and suckeled, nibbled and tongued deep. The soft inner pink turning red with the younger’s growing arousal.

Their little cavern begins to reek with the intoxicating scent of unwilling sexual awakening.

“Stop,” the younger groans in one final attempt at freedom. He would have more luck stopping the moon from rising.

I cannot, Inuyasha.

However, stopping is not an option—regardless at how much both may not want to continue. For the pragmatic demon lord, there is no choice.

“...I am sorry, little brother,” is breathed in the flap of one ear and causes a shudder down the younger’s spine. I will not lose you. Not now.

And the elder returns to his ministrations with renewed vigor. His mouth licks and suckles sensitive places on both ears, move down to the neck and chest. He pays attention to both little nubs to hear the sweet sounds of reluctant pleasure. Yet, the intense heat of the young one’s skin is reaching dangerous levels, so their first round must happen sooner than Sesshomaru would have liked. He gets an idea of how to make this more tolerable for InuYasha...but, his own pride rails against him.

To be taken like a common bitch? We are a Lord!

But then, his eyes dart back to the same golden ones looking back at him with apprehension and anxiety. He knows what he must do to make it right for the both of them. The demon lord slithers down the younger’s body to come face to pelvis with the straining, leaking erection. He bites back his own noises of pleasure and tamps down his pride to use his mouth to moisten the hard length.

InuYasha screams at the wet heat engulfing him. He strains, tosses his head back and forth, jerks and spasms as his elder brother works him gently, wetly. The pressure and friction drives him insane with sensations previously unknown. His arms, his hands, his abdomen unwillingly clench and tremble.

Strange, but the demon lord had expected this encounter to be uncomfortable and awkward, never having lie with a male before himself, but he finds the situation more tolerable than he would have imagined. In fact, his own impressive erection is straining and purple with blood.

Too soon, the sweet, wet cavern releases his erection with one last suck, and elder is looming over him, legs straddling his hips, golden eyes burning down at his brother. Something isn’t quite right with this position, but InuYasha is too drugged to fathom it. The heat...burns him alive.

“Only for you...” Sesshomaru breathes, placing the tip of his little brother against his own entrance and slowly lowers his weight. His inner demon quiets its anger while InuYasha isn’t sure what his brother means...until the lowering starts.

Why is he doing this?!?! “Fuckin’--! Don’t have to...Ah, ahhhh, Gods, Sesshomaru!”

“Even now, all you can do is curse, InuYasha.”

The tip breaches the tight ring of Sesshomaru’s muscles and InuYasha’s whole body tenses. His eyes roll back at the warmth slowly taking him in as Sesshomaru glides gracefully, slowly down with eyes closed and face tense in concentration. It is his first submission ever and an uncomfortable one at that. The pain of penetration is a sharp one sliding up his spine like fingers while he lowers himself down, fully onto InuYasha. His body sheathing the throbbing length smooth and warm, making the younger spasm and gasp hoarsely.

To keep the pain at bay, Sesshomaru leans down over the writhing body and places gentle kisses on the straining tendon in the hanyou’s neck. Automatically, long-forgotten instinct kicks in; the rolling growl in his chest vibrates against the overwhelmed demon while the younger’s temperature sky-rockets out of control.

“Be calm, InuYasha,” is this his voice? Perhaps his younger brother is bringing out some kind of gentle, family instinct in even his animal side...

“G-gods,” is the reply, so soft around his panting, “it’s--!”

“There is more...” the elder leans down to press his lips to the breastbone above the younger’s heart.

“M-more?” His voice is hoarse with strain.

“Much more.”

Slowly, the demon lord lifts his hips, using his knees and thighs, to ride back up. The discomfort is next to nothing when considering the pain of having one’s arm lopped off, and he merely breathes through the initial and somewhat awkward positioning to find a beginning rhythm. Leaning back up, he braces himself to roll his hips and engulfs InuYasha’s length again. He moves while the younger’s wide eyes watch and the body under his thighs twitch.

The cavern echoes the sounds of their bodies gliding together; keening moans erupt from the hanyou’s lips. He mutters sweet sounds, gasping out to his elder brother. Even when the demon lord throws his head back, hair whirling around his nude, pale form, his eyes do not leave InuYasha’s. His discomfort is fading with every movement, his body healing enough to allow deeper penetration.

Not long and the he jars himself when he finds the right spot. His own body spasms with surprising pleasure at the hard thrust against the bundle of nerves deep within his body and answers the demon lord’s only reservation about essentially playing the uke. Another deep hip drop and a rolling purr resounds through the cavern. This is how males can tolerate and even mate one another.

For the first time through the ordeal, InuYasha opens his eyes at that sound. His ears fall back in his hair at the vision above him: his elder brother, flushed face, glassy-eyed with utter bliss, and straining erection, shudders with every down thrust. It’s more erotic than he ever could have imagined.

This is the length my brother will go to...

The hanyou’s eyes water unexpectedly at this revelation. Well, of Sesshomaru doing something so unselfish such as giving himself to his younger brother rather than force penetration. He pulls unconsciously at the spider silk around his wrists but the damn thing holds tight. When the tight, hot cavern encasing him clenches around his member, InuYasha promptly forgets about trying to free himself.

“Oh, oooohhh, my God. Fuck, Sessho...” Hisses between his teeth as his eyes roll back and toes curl against the fluff of Sesshomaru’s tail.

Under him, the hanyou throws his head back and arches in ecstasy. The smooth, clear lines of throat and chest, arms and abdomen, all strain for more of what only the demon lord can give him; watching the younger hanyou panting in pleasure, new sensations makes the demon lord’s own erection bob. The spot inside his body burns with every thrust, and his purring unconsciously grows into a moan. The noise is not one he can ever recall making before, even with lovers he has had in the past. It gives him only a momentary pause, but the hanyou’s lust drives his hips up to help with the down stroke.

Sesshomaru’s eyes narrow a little, sweat glistening off him even in the chill of the cavern. “You desire it faster, then, little brother?”

Just the soft but steady tone slightly shaky and breathless with pleasure makes the hanyou shudder. “Yessss, more.”

It is then (in a surprising move) that the staunch, coldly calm demon lord actually smiles.

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“Well, he ain’t back yet.”

The badger –a tall sort with more scars than an elder god tree—hefts his massive axe over one shoulder and glares at the skunk questioning him. He had wandered away to find a stream to wash himself of the last few days dirt and grime. Even with the dark ripening past midnight, he wanted to be somewhat clean before the boozing and wenching and feasting began again.

After fastening his armor back on, he happened to catch the sounds of the skunk approaching (not that he could smell the fucker since a healer removed his stink gland to make it easier to hide from the Lord’s patrol). The badger’s first instinct when dealing with any of the Burakumin is to heft his weapon to defend his share of the loot. But apparently, the lower level thief just followed him to make the point their fearless leader had been gone since sunset. Not that Nao or even the skunk really gave a damn if their “leader” was in dead or dying, but if he was, his share of the takings were up for grabs.

“The fucked if I care. I’m not his keeper,” Nao (the badger), third-best fighter of the Burakumin gang simply sniffs at the aroma-deficient skunk. His upper lip, scarred through his dark fur from his days as a mercenary for the former Southern ruler, automatically rises in an ugly sneer. The magic and metal axe is thrice the size of a human’s, intimidating in sheer volume, and sharper than any sword—a misbegotten gain.

“It’s been hours.” Youshi (the skunk) crosses his arms over his armored chest and follows the badger as he starts through the forest. No one in the gang actually liked or cared for one another; rather, fate threw them together for survival purposes only. Sheer numbers of demon fared well ransacking human villages; demons with magical skill on their side, however, managed to pillage and survive under the nose of the Western demon lord. Youshi in particular only stayed with the group due to the hefty price on his head.

“He’s a big dragon, can take care of hisself. Fucker’s out getting more ass,” Nao waves the skunk’s fears off. “You know how dragons are, can’t stop fuckin’ long enough to fight.”

Youshi snickers, “heh. Betcha don’t have the balls to say that to his face.”

“Pf, he’s only in charge because he’s a ruthless fuck, not because he can actually lead anything. Dumb bastard probably couldn’t lead a thirsty mongrel to water. The barest scent of some bitch in her needing an’ he’s off.”

The skunk gave a shrug for the fact he couldn’t really disagree. “Meh, Kazu said the scent was pretty hot, but Seiryu is missing out on the feast.”

“Plenty of us to take up the slack,” Nao snickers.

The two make their way back through the forest, exchanging banter and generally talking about the last raid (“Did you fuck the dark-haired wench? She stopped her blubbering after Mizo cut her husband’s head off.” “Nope, I got second turn at the pale-haired one, damn she was a tight piece!” “Ah, shit. They already gutted her by the time I wanted some.”). Ducking through the underbrush, the two sniffed their way to the campsite. The smell is a combination of rotted meat, stale rape, and unclean demon of all flavor; luckily, the Burakumin had a witch in their midst that set up barriers to mask the scents and sounds from outsiders. Only those that wore her magic talismans would be able to find the gang. Ingenious for murderers and thieves.

“If he doesn’t get back by the time the food’s gone and the wenches are all dead, then we claim him dead and pick someone else.”

“Sounds fair. Hells, if he doesn’t get back by the time the wine’s gone, then fuck ‘em.”

Nao nods solemnly as they come into the firelight and glance at the debauchery already in full swing, “fuck ‘em.”

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The cavern is no longer cold, but hot and steamy with movement, rhythm, and heat coming off the hanyou’s skin in waves. The tinkling sounds of flowing water only provide soft background noise to the moans, whimpers, and whispers echoing off the rock.

His body blazes. The agony replaces the pleasure with unbearable force, “...too much...I’m dying.”

Sound of bodies sliding wetly, “Nn..almost, InuYasha. Soon...soon.”

The pace increases by increments and the haze of lust and pleasure turns up the waves pouring from their connected bodies. The elder leans over the younger’s chest and puts them face-to-face; mouths meet, trapping noises and cries. When his lips touch his younger brothers—sparks seemingly explode. The hanyou’s eyes flicker from gold to red, agony and pleasure warring for control of his synapses. The hanyou’s tempature has spiked again, and the demon lord can wait no longer.

Golden eyes stare and the long, silver hair surrounds them in a cocoon where only they exist.

Bending over, Sesshomaru moves without losing their connection and crouches flat-footed. He prepares himself and then his hips begin a faster, harder rhythm. He utilizes some of his demonic speed to work InuYasha’s length, no longer concerned with making the hanyou’s first time bearable but to save his body from the Heat. Now!

The speed is too intense for the inexperienced InuYasha, and he cries out uninhibited.

“InuYasha...” the half-demonic, half-controlled voice above him growls in a rolling vibration that makes his dick even harder. “Now, InuYasha. Come now!”

He tenses at that breathless baritone and finally reaches his peak. His swollen member gives a final throb of pleasure before exploding deep inside his brother’s warm cavity... His first true orgasm with a partner is glorious, flooding his burning body with wave after wave of intolerable pleasure.

Time slows and vanishes altogether while Sesshomaru braces himself above his brother with slightly trembling arms (hn, the hanyou is trembling, not this Sesshomaru!). He waits for the panting to slow and the muscles beneath him to unclench. It takes him a heartbeat to realize the soft panting for breath that echoes off the walls is not only InuYasha’s... He makes a noticeable effort to slow his breathing and heart beat as well as the throbbing of his own rock-hard and unfulfilled cock. His tremendous control visibly returns when he does not reach down and finish himself off, rather wills his painful erection to soften. However, the phallus still deep in his ass slowly softens and slides out of him gently, wetly disconnecting them.

His own inner pride rails at the feel of seed trickling out of him, but Sesshomaru merely moves to sit on his own tail and recuperate. His hand falls to the sweaty, red-faced hanyou’s forehead, and the demon lord keeps himself from sighing in relief. The temperature goes down with each moment of post-orgasmic bliss. Excellent, he shall survive the night. He rustles around for a moment and finds his hadagi, slipping his arms into the sleeves to cover himself. He will wait for the hanyou to cool down more before covering him as well. For the moment, he is content to wait for the onslaught once InuYasha’s instincts retreat and he realizes what has occurred. On a second thought, he slides a claw under the hanyou’s back and pulls the spider thread from his brother’s wrists.

As the demon lord lifts his hand off his forehead, InuYasha opens his eyes a crack and watches his brother sit, partially covered, at his side. His hands are released and tingle as the blood rushes back into his numb palms and fingers. He only brings them from behind his back, his muscles as weak as Kagome’s ramen noodles. He probably couldn’t hold a sword if his life depended on it. So, he lies back with the muted sounds of the water echoing where once moans and the slap of flesh were prominent.

After long moments for his body to calm, he realizes the intense heat and sensitivity is fading somewhat. His heart slows to normal, and Sesshomaru, bastard he may be, took a dick in the ass for his half-breed brother.

It must be the day of fucking miracles or some shit.

Blinking away his thoughts and suspicions, the small part of InuYasha—the one that always wanted to believe in his brother—gains a little more ground in the forefront of his mind.

“Stay calm,” the same baritone makes his nipples tighten and tingles race down his spine. “The euphoria will ease soon.” Luckily, the Heat will also calm and return in a few hours instead of immediately.

“...Howz about—you use some words—that any regular guy—can understand.” The pauses are punctuated with sharp breath. “C’mon—cut me—some slack—here.....”

A corner of Sesshomaru’s mouth lifts in a smirk, “this Sesshomaru shall endeavor to do as you request.”

The hanyou’s head turns; their eyes meet. He has enough energy to raise a pointed finger in his brother’s direction.

“Uh-hu, fucker. We just—we, well, y’ know.” His cheeks redden slightly with embarrassment. “You were here and know what went on. Ya can’t just go back to the third person crap after all this...” he doesn’t know how to finish, but the bastard will know what he’s trying to say anyway.

“Hn. There is nothing wrong with using the royal person, but... as you wish.”

Keh, a concession. It’s a start. “Well, this half-breed thanks your lordly ass.”

Sesshomaru throws the fire-rat over his brother’s body and effectively covers his face. The “erhm!” might be childish but satisfying.

“Once you have sufficiently recovered, we shall dress and vacate this place. It has proven to be unsafe.”

The struggling hanyou finally pulls his suikan off his face, “yeah, but yer here and most demons’ll run like scared bitches once they get a whiff of your aura, right?”

The demon lord gives an elegant shrug, “apparently not. More that have obviously followed your scent are gathering outside the waterfall even now.”

He blinks, head tilting and ears twitching to gather sounds. Hm, well, getting laid apparently cleared out the cotton around his head since, now that Sesshomaru pointed it out, he could feel the several spots of sorta, kinda powerful demons wandering around them from above and below. More are coming, and the hanyou is surprised at his ability to feel them from so far away. His keen sense of smell usually told him what he needed to know about approaching demons, and the more powerful the aura, the easier to feel from a distance. But, he knows exactly how far the demons are, what direction their coming, what kind of powers they have...

Well, hell yeah! Anything to help be a better ass-kicker can’t be a bad thing, but...is this power from my father? Will I get more powers similar to him and Sesshomaru? Surprisingly enough, the feel of a bigger, better force pulsing under his skin didn’t go away either. He takes a second or two to reel a bit, digest this new and staying pressure. Maybe it’s got nothin’ to do with the old man at all. It might be more like when Tetsuaiga gains a new attack—I did make those two fuckers hurt with my own ki. Just more to get used to.

He’d heard of other demons discovering new abilities or attacks after maturation (fuck, Kouga’s kick attack came after his Heat, or so the wolf had once claimed). Did this mean he has more to look forward to? Keh, anything to rub in the faces of those snotty pure bloods.

He pulls himself to sit up while the demon lord watches. “I can count seven. I think we got ‘em between the two of us.” He reaches a hand back to pick up his own suikan and hakama. “I mean, we rocked out against a couple armies before.”

Completely unexpected, Sesshomaru snorts (his attempt at covering up a small and insignificant laugh). “I would agree as we are the sons of the most powerful demon in the history of demonic kind.” He pulls on his suikan, head turned in case his features aren’t neutral, or even perhaps showing his humor. “Even so, now is not the time to fight. It is not wise until the change in your youkai is revealed.” He stands, bent in the small niche, and secures his hakama around his waist and moves to tie the ankles. His tail shifts, moves from around InuYasha and lifts his armor. His signature yellow obi is next.

Water sloshes when the demon lord slides off the rock shelf to give InuYasha room to hurriedly dress; his bi-ped form does not even flinch at the frigid water. Now that the Heat is momentarily sated, the high temperature has dropped drastically.

The hanyou could actually understand his brother’s point, but... “Keh, you just don’t wanna get blood under yer claws, pansy.” Pointedly ignoring the tension, he also pulls on his clothing.

Feigning his bored,“hn,” he refuse to rise to the bait and likewise ignores the undercurrent of things unsaid. At least the hanyou is fine for the moment and the move to go is more pressing than anything. Joining him in the cold water, InuYasha doesn’t need Sesshomaru to spell it out: he did this crazy shit to save me from dying, and that’s all there is to it. Not another word about it is fine for me.

Before InuYasha can even turn to face the not-so-frigid asshole, his body comes alive with the feel of Sesshomaru’s youkai spreading up his arm and through his body. He must be more sensitive to touch and to youkai. He feels the transformation more acutely; even his own power pulses under skin and muscle to help complete the conversion. His cells condense into the yellow sphere more easily than before.

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Below, the land flies by in blurs of shadow and sparse light. The aura of other demons pulse against the small sphere, and the hanyou is amazed that he can tell so much about each demon even though they pass over. It isn’t long before they’ve left the other erm, suitors, behind.

However, there is more lying in wait in the woods; the hanyou can feel it. Sure, it’s winter time and the animals are hiding, scavenging, or sleeping—but, there is something very wrong that he can’t quite put his finger on. The demon in his blood, sluggish from their first orgasm, wakes with all senses and instincts on edge. In this form of travel, however, he can’t get a good enough reading to follow. If Sesshomaru drops him off, he could get a better sense of where and what the fuck is scaring the shit outta the forest. Besides, the Western soldiers might miss it all together.

*Hey. You can drop me off anywhere—*

*I am not leaving you. I also have several safe locations no one can access. We will be there soon.*

Wha--? He already saved me. *Seriously?Gah,* (at this point, he would normally be scratching his ear and looking away with gruff embarrassment—but still, having someone give a fuck whether he lived or died is kinda nice, weird but nice.) *Look, you’ve already done—*

*I have waited your whole life to aid you, little brother. This is something inu-demon siblings desire to do for one another.* The matter-of-fact tone takes away none of the concern.

*That’s what Myoga-jiji always said, but Sesshomaru, this is different. I know you don’t wanna fight off every asshole in a few miles--*

The noise is more of a guffaw than a sniff, *hn. Quit this meaningless barking, InuYasha.*

And that is apparently the end of that since InuYasha doesn’t know what to say in reply other than to indignantly sputter yet again.
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Ironically enough, Sesshomaru has been to this particular hide-out not very long ago. He had come to the battle site a few weeks earlier to scope out the land before returning to the Western Palace. Thus, he knows supplies will still be in his secret location.

Even in the dark, the lord’s sharp eyes find familiar landmarks. Like InuYasha, he spent much of his earliest years in exile merely wandering the lands and surviving. In that time, he made many secret hide-outs to allow for a night’s rest without worrying about predators or others that would hunt him. This one he especially favored. The surrounding woods are dense, covering the area from the sky, yet treacherous at ground-level with rocky terrain. From what the older inu can guess, it is the ruins of some long-ago village that has been forgotten. The bits of stone (parts that could have been walls? Not humans, then, they built out of wood) stick out of the ground with foliage acting like flowers in bloom. That and a well hidden cavern are all that remains.

Landing, Sesshomaru breathes and the small ball of golden light turns into the two inu youkai. The younger glances around while his eyes, ears, and sniffer take in information about their surroundings. The pressing feeling of wrong has faded to nearly nothing, and the hanyou can let himself relax an iota. Well, okay, so it’s semi-safe looking. Maybe the frigid asshole (wow, not going to go there) knew what he was talking about—however, the hanyou still has a hard time picturing his immensely strong (if not arrogant) older sibling having to scrounge for a safe hiding place ever in his life.

“Come,” the demon lord merely turns and leads the way through the underbrush. Relying on scent over sight, Sesshomaru catches the faint whiff of his own blood, a mere drop to signal the entrance. It is almost one hundred feet through the ruins...

“Ow Dammit!” InuYasha mistakenly kicks one of the stones and hops on one foot while Sesshomaru precedes him.

“Watch your step,” completely deadpan. Inside, however, the demon lord is almost...laughing. Hn. Perhaps this Sesshomaru will have to teach the hanyou to walk and speak before he can teach him to fight or to rule?

Again, a noise comes from his throat that almost sounds like...laughter? Once upon a time, he had laughed just as he had cried...

Focus. After a few more feet, Sesshomaru takes a deep breath. His left hand raises and the ancient language spills from his lips in a lyrical chant.

InuYasha picks his stumbling ass up with an embarrassing heat suffusing his face; to trip up like an idiot just after that fucker saved him and took his virginity (okay, once again, not going there). But years, years of keeping the demon lord on his toes with new attacks or—gee—cutting an arm off, and this is what he’s reduced to: a bungling bitch. It would be too much to ask the fates to give him just one good chance at kicking some random demon’s ass just for the satifcation of showing off an attack. Too fucking much to ask...

The younger demon sighs but glances up at the sudden appearance of light. Ears pricking up, he stretches to the side to see around Sesshomaru with a curious expression; his hands fall out of his sleeves at the glowing mark that covers the ground before his half-brother. What the--?

He glances at the intense concentration on his brother’s face, listens to the string of some whatzawhozit gibberish, before looking at the circular radiance. It takes a second for the chanting to cause the circle to extend out and for another, smaller one to appear in the center. The smaller circle takes the shape of a half-moon, just like the one on Sesshomaru’s forehead. I’ll be damned...he’s got more tricks up his sleeve than I ever imagined.

Finally, the marking flares intense silver and blows out like a candle. As it does, the earth and small mound of rock rumbles, the vibrations trigger the nerves in the bottom of InuYasha’s feet. The rumbling is as far as twenty feet down...

He jumps back as the earth splits open in front of Sesshomaru, and a set of fricken stairs just appears at his feet—Gods forbid the lord would go down into the earth without stairs. Helplessly, InuYasha looks on in amazement as his brother turns and catches the slack-jawed, ‘how-the-hell-did-you-do-that’ look.

So amusing.... He gestures to the stairs with one striped hand, “This is an excellent hiding place” is the only assurance he gives and starts down the stairs.

“Actually, this is pretty cool—especially for you.”

“I shall take your approval into account.”
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“Well, that’s pretty fucking bad,” with no consideration to the kit, Kouga peeks over the transformed kid at the camp of strange-smelling fuckers around their small fires.

“They don’t smell right,” the younger replies, green eyes wide and incognito among a bunch of half-covered leaves. His thin tree routine (heh, wait until the real fighting begins. I can morph into a buncha neat things, now) has allowed the two of them to inch closer without being seen. Now that they’ve seen the source of that smell, both consider that the fighting might not be over...
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A/N: Kale, Vyber, midnightsweet, and Hannah, Thanks so much for reviewing!! <3 to you all
Ajjsunhawk: lol! Awesomesauce made my day, no joke. I put the angst warning on the wrong chapter :( It was suppose to be on Humanity Sucks II, sorry about that.
C-loke: Merry Christmas ;)
Mcdgoddess: okay, this one is not a cliffie, hope it's okay. lol.
This is the longest chappie so far. After I got the majority completed, I started having second thoughts. Blue nymph guy especially, but all in all, I hope this feeds the story well! That said, I am having so many issues writing the next chapter, so I do need help determining what's next. Here are some things I am considering: should Miroku and Sango make a personal appearance in this fic or is relating their story second-hand good enough? Five years later, should they have children and how many? Should more characters in the original story make cameos? Should Shippo and Kouga be a more important and permanent part of the story? Are Xin's children moved by Sesshomaru's speech or are they in only to be out? Aaaaannnnnd, is this intimacy between InuYasha and Sesshomaru going to pick up, or should the two have a somewhat awkward break?
Did this chapter meet your expectations or is there more you would like to see? Please remember, this is my first fanfic and I take inspiration and motivation from reviews. Thanks to those that give me strength to continue.

Here’s the website where I got clothing terminology: http://hagakureproductions.tripod.com/clothes.htm. Btw: you may have noticed, no mention of fundoushi (or male undergarments). Yup, neither of the Princes of the West wear one ;)
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