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Demon

Inuyasha felt his mind go black, and the world go blank and empty around him. He shuddered, claws curling into fists in the dirt that stank of his brother's blood and he lost all sense of himself, of his surroundings, his opponents. None of it mattered... He rose suddenly from his crouch, turning toward the group of men who stood in a loose half-circle a short distance away. His movements were all smooth, calculated, fluid and deadly as a viper as he raised blood red eyes to regard them. Staring across at him the ragged formation was motionless- till the man in the center raised his hand and spat out a series of words, his voice hard and ugly. Those around him gave angry shouts and together they charged at the demon, swords drawn. The demon crooked claws, sharper and longer than usually available to him, and relished the way they tore through flesh.
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Sesshomaru's lips curled back in a silent snarl as he swung Tetsusaiga, managing to sever the annoying human from himself despite the buffeting wind that pulled at the sword, trying to pull it away from him. The wind tore at him as he fell further, and he tried to retain enough presence of mind to realize that if his demonic blood did not reassert itself fully in the next few moments it
wouldn't matter if it never did. He closed his eyes and focused on the feeling, the taste, of the power that was threading its way through him. He pulled at that power, pulling it toward himself demandingly, pulling it further into himself. His eyes snapped open suddenly, full of red fire, and his fall became less headlong as he pulled at the air around him, stabilizing himself against it; long hair
that whipped around him was white instead of black, grew shorter and thicker, the demon full in him as lips pulled back further from fangs that grew and lengthened as his face lengthened.
He hit the ground hard, four-footed, tail whipping about him. The fall that would have crushed his human body only jarred demon bones and he shook himself all over like a dog shaking water.
He felt so good, so complete, so much himself. Even in the depths of that madness inducing humanity he hadn't realized just how much of himself he had lost until it had returned to him. Sesshomaru looked up; he was near the edge of the army camp. The humans scurried around beneath him, and though the last thing he wanted was more attention he raised his head and bayed into the wind. It felt good and right, and he brushed some of the soldiers away when they became too annoying, drooling acid on a tent that looked like it belonged to the mysterious black-clad hunters before he turned his attention elsewhere. The wind from the long fall had carried him around the curve of the mountain from where the cliff was and he loped back around the mountain,
running for the sheer joy of it, before he crouched and leapt into the air, returning to the cliff- to Inuyasha.
Half-way up the side of the mountain he paused and looked down to see the army like a nest of ants roiled into fury far beneath him. Lips curled in dark humor and he growled softly to himself, pleased; pleased seemed too thin a word, he thought as he crouched and leapt again, gaining the cliff he'd fallen from. He was exhilarated, he was elated, he was...
Sesshomaru stopped and glanced around the ruin of the cliff edge. The bodies of soldier lay piled
about and the scent of fear was thick on them. So thick he almost missed another crucial scent, but he put his nose to the ground and found it. Inuyasha... He stopped again in his searching and stood absolutely still as he took in the scent. Inuyasha's demon blood had overwhelmed the half demon's self, again. Sesshomaru hadn't thought the humans they had faced capable of wounding
his brother to the point where his life was in danger... but he took another step forward and paused by the edge of the cliff, his own blood smeared in the dirt, and he realized what had happened. Inuyasha was not injured- he thought Sesshomaru dead and that thought had imperiled his life. The information struck Sesshomaru, hard, and before he had formed another conscious thought he was bounding through the forested area, racing back along the path they'd taken to get here, following the demonic scent and the mingled one of fear. One of the men had run this way and Inuyasha had given chase, and bursting through a screen of trees Sesshomaru found them.
Inuyasha caught the human and killed him with the artless grace of one whose mind is filled with only one thought. He turned immediately to face Sesshomaru, no recognition in his face as he confronted this new opposition. Shedding his pure demonic form, Sesshomaru stepped forward, one hand falling to the hilt of Tetsusaiga at his side as he regarded his brother. "Inuyasha," he said, his voice clear. Cocking his head at the word, Inuyasha gave no sign that he recognized its meaning.
Growling, he crouched and leapt at Sesshomaru.
Sesshomaru could have dodged away, or pressed an attack, but neither would accomplish what he needed to do. So, he only took a half step back, bracing himself, and caught hold of his brother as he drew Tetsusaiga and belted the demon across the face with the flat of the blade. Inuyasha hissed in surprise and tried to pull free of Sesshomaru's grip on his arm, accomplishing this only when Sesshomaru released him. He stood dazed, staring at Sesshomaru as if abruptly aware of the fact that he should recognize the other's face. Sesshomaru drew Tenseiga with his free hand and stood easily, watching Inuyasha until his brother moved, again attacking. As Inuyasha came at him, snarling, Sesshomaru sighed. "Idiot," he murmured, raising both swords in a cross guard. The
swords of his father hummed and a light grew around them, pulsing out to envelop Inuyasha as he crashed against them. He fell to the ground as if struck dead, and Sesshomaru chided himself as he moved rather more quickly than was strictly necessary to his brother's side. Inuyasha was far too annoying to die; but as his fingers stroked silver bangs back from Inuyasha's unconscious forehead Sesshomaru found himself for the first time faced with the thought that eventually Inuyasha
would die- if his human blood did not pull him down to death then his demon blood would devour his soul. Demons lived for a long, long time if not killed untimely and Sesshomaru suddenly realized that he did not look forward to a life beyond Inuyasha. Not at all.
Shouting in the distance alerted him to the fact that the ants had finally become organized.
Sesshomaru's lip curled; he did not fancy a further encounter with this particular group of humans. Slipping Tetsusaiga into its sheath at his brother's side he carefully gathered Inuyasha's body in
his arms and turned to vanish further into the mountains.
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Inuyasha woke slowly, his senses relaying information to him before mind and memory fully returned. He groaned, sore from some encounter, hand immediately covering his eyes. His head ached- he ached all over really- but whatever he was lying against was soft and warm so he thought he'd stay there for a while longer... Where was he? He remembered earlier- walking, sighting the army, the cliff...
He sat up, heart thudding in his chest. "Sesshomaru!"
A sleepy yawn was his only answer and he turned around to see his pillow had been the silky flank of the dog demon. Red eyes blinked at him lazily and Inuyasha raised a trembling hand to stroke his brother's face. "I thought you were dead," he murmured. "I..." The demon's eyes were knowing and Inuyasha stopped there, actually not sure himself of what he'd done. "You're better," he said instead, with a half hearted attempt at a grin.
Sesshomaru's head butted against him; unprepared, Inuyasha fell back, sprawled on his ass. He glowered up at his brother, not in the mood for this seeming playfulness, but Sesshomaru's slender fingers were tracing the curve of his jaw suddenly and he met the demon's now yellow
eyes.
"I am not dead," Sesshomaru said, unnecessarily, but Inuyasha closed his eyes and relished the sound of his brother's voice. He was truly Sesshomaru again, and Inuyasha shivered in longing, looking again into the demon's golden eyes. He wondered if his desire was written so plain on his face or if it was simply what Sesshomaru wanted too, but his brother's fingers followed the curve of his face down to take hold of his chin and lift his face to Sesshomaru's kiss.
The kiss devoured him and Inuyasha moaned for more, his hands tangled in the front of his brother's kimono. The demon leaned over him, pressing him down to the floor, and Inuyasha kept his hands fisted in the kimono, pulling Sesshomaru closer. His body arced up, pressing against his brother, and the demon growled possessively. Inuyasha felt a hand pulling distractedly but emphatically at his clothing and grinned against the lips pressed to his. He turned his attention from grasping the heavy cloth to unfastening the ties and pulling it away, his hands stroking skin. Inuyasha felt Sesshomaru impatiently taking hold of the half demon's ankle, lifting Inuyasha's legs and fitting his own body against Inuyasha's. Growling softly, Inuyasha pushed his brother away and divested himself of clothing. Not quite quick enough, haori and kosode still hung loose from his arms when Sesshomaru tackled him again and buried his face against Inuyasha's neck as he lifted his brother's legs to his waist. Inuyasha felt Sesshomaru's arousal slide against the crease of his ass and he growled, desperately, "Put it in," his fingers clawing at the demon's shoulder hard enough to draw blood.
Sesshomaru growled back,wordlessly, and Inuyasha moaned as he felt the head of his brother's
cock press into him. His hands fisted in the glorious silver hair that fell all around him and he lifted his hips, urging Sesshomaru further inside. Sesshomaru bit him, lightly, on the chin before he
claimed lips again in a kiss Inuyasha felt would draw out his very soul. He relaxed, lying back on the ground, and let himself be devoured as his brother touched all the places inside of him that ached to be touched. Sesshomaru's hips snapped against his and Inuyasha cried out in pleasure, hearing Sesshomaru's sobbed moan match his own. Gods, he'd missed this... not just the sex, but the power that pulsed through him as he felt Sesshomaru's body respond to his touch; and then there was the heady scent of his lover's arousal all around him and he could tell that Sesshomaru, face hidden against the half demon's neck, was appreciating that as well.
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Yes, exhilarated was the word he was looking for- Sesshomaru thought, as he scented through his brother's hair, finding one furry ear and nipping it, hard. Inuyasha yelped and moaned beneath him, wordlessly asking for more as his body pressed up against the demon's. Sesshomaru thrust against that body, immersing himself completely in the person of his brother. His senses still felt sharp and new to him, and he filled them all with Inuyasha, hearing, touching, tasting, seeing... and, by all that was good and right in the world, smelling. The scent of Inuyasha's arousal was like
nectar and as he drank it in it filled him with a rising warmth that echoed through his whole body.
It seemed far too short of a time before that warmth pooled deep in the pit of his stomach and, with a heartfelt moan, his thrusts became harder, shorter, and quicker. Inuyasha moaned in response, his own climax near, but Sesshomaru growled at him, and when the half demon would have reached for his weeping cock to bring that climax nearer Sesshomaru grabbed his wrists and pinned the
half demon's hands to the ground. Inuyasha growled himself in protest, but Sesshomaru met his brother's slitted eyes and commanded, "No. You will not come until I say."
Inuyasha shivered, his eyes rolling back slightly as another wave of pleasure washed through him.
His hands fisted where they were pinned and he whined softly in unfulfilled desire, but he reached up and licked Sesshomaru's chin. The demon's eyes flared momentarily at this demonstration of submission, and he growled low in his throat, thrusting once more, hard, before spilling himself deep inside his brother's body. His eyes drifted shut as he reveled for a moment in the completeness of the feelings that filled him. He withdrew from Inuyasha with a groan that was echoed by Inuyasha's sobbed moan as the half demon curled clawed fingers desperately around Sesshomaru's wrists where the demon still held him pinned.
Pausing a moment to taste his brother's flushed lips, Sesshomaru leaned down to take the half demon's cock, erect and dark with blood, in his mouth, circling the tip with his tongue. Inuyasha cried out, trying desperately to keep his hips from thrusting up against the sudden moist heat. Sesshomaru let the flesh slip from his lips and moved over to kiss the flat of his brother's stomach. "You may come now," he murmured, amusement warring with desire in his voice. He trailed his tongue up the side of his brother's cock before he took it again in his mouth, swallowing the length of it as Inuyasha gave in to his desire and his hips thrust up. It was not long before the half demon cried out and Sesshomaru tasted on his tongue and in the back of his throat the desire that had filled his nose before. He swallowed it, the taste that had become so dear to him, licking fastidiously at the softening flesh that slid from his lips, wanting every last drop. It was Inuyasha who pulled the demon away, pulled him up to claim his mouth, the half blood tasting himself on the demon's tongue.
Sesshomaru leaned over his brother again, thrilling at the feeling of Inuyasha beneath him, pressed against him. With a small grunt, Inuyasha reversed their positions, pushing Sesshomaru back and sitting over him, pinning his down as he stole another kiss. Sesshomaru laughed softly, the sound lost in his brother's mouth, and reached up to tangle hands in the half breed's hair. Inuyasha sighed and lay down atop him, face tucked in the curve of the demon's neck and Sesshomaru stroked his brother's ears softly, content.
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Inuyasha dozed, happy and sated, at ease in the arms of his lover. He stirred slightly when Sesshomaru shifted, turning on his side and pulling Inuyasha against him, but his doze drifted then into true sleep. He shouldn't have needed the sleep but, he reasoned with a yawn and a flick of an ear when he woke, the past month had been more stressful than he had realized at the time and especially for the past two weeks he had not been sleeping much at all.
He lay with Sesshomaru curled behind him and the demon's arm tucked possessively across his chest. He raised a hand and lay it over Sesshomaru's arm, but the stray thought of a memory made his raise the hand again and regard his claws with apprehension. He hadn't lost control like that in... a long time. Really, his life hadn't even been threatened by those soldiers... but the thought that Sesshomaru might have died froze his blood. Loosing himself like that was frightening, though if anyone was strong enough to bring him back from the madness it was his brother. Sesshomaru's arm curled around him tighter and Inuyasha lay his own over it again, twining their fingers together.
"It worries me." Sesshomaru's voice echoed his own thoughts and Inuyasha's fingers curled more tightly around his brother's as he tried to remember the last time Sesshomaru had ever freely admitted to any such weakness.
"Oh," he managed to respond, lying especially still.
Sesshomaru sighed, burying his face against the back of Inuyasha's neck. "When I first sensed your demon blood had awoken fully, when the Tetsusaiga was broken, it... made me pause for a moment. The purity of your demon's rage, and the absolute destruction..." Inuyasha could feel his brother shaking his head. "But now..." Sesshomaru was silent for a moment and his arms tightened around Inuyasha. When he did speak his voice was soft and tight with controlled anger. "Now I can see it devouring your soul, and I fear the day when there will be nothing left of you to return to me."
Inuyasha knew the anger was not directed at him, but rather the result of frustration with his brother's inability to influence the situation; he knew because his feelings were damn similar. "I don't want to lose myself to this," he sighed, his anger in contrast with Sesshomaru's sounded almost petulant. He pulled his brother's hand up and rested it against his cheek. "I... I'm not sure how to make sure it doesn't happen again."
The fingers curled against his skin, stroking over his cheek. "Besides the obvious?" Sesshomaru's voice was sardonic but grew more thoughtful. "When we return, I will look in the library. Perhaps Father, knowing what you would face, left other guards for you."
Inuyasha turned in the arms that held him and pressed a quick kiss to his brother's lips. Bemused,
Sesshomaru let the half demon push him to lie on his back as Inuyasha straddled him, leaning over him and stroking the demonic markings on his face. They stayed that way for a long time, Inuyasha's fingers absently tracing patterns on his brother's face and chest, Sesshomaru's hands easily stroking Inuyasha's thighs, as they simply enjoyed touching each other.

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