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Spiel Mit Mir	By : botticelliangel Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 15039 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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It was clear something had happened. The world seemed to be a tightly wrung awkward place. Gravity was merely a disturbance between the two brothers.

Miroku joked lightly about lover’s quarrels. He sounded a bit lackadaisical when he said it would pass. It probably would, Kagome agreed. But which way would it pass? Would it be like the bad breakup stories that Kagome read about in horror novels? The kind where the scary psychotic ex viciously murders his former lover? Or would it be like the bittersweet angst of romance movies? The kind of angst where the audience sighs and knows that the two are meant for each other, and torments over it until the lovers reach a happy ending?

Kagome didn’t think it was possible for the second one to happen. The brothers didn’t seem to know what romance was. And Kagome prayed that the first one wouldn’t happen. Sesshomaru would probably win, and Kagome would be heart broken. And if Inuyasha won Kagome didn’t think she’d be able to be with him. Even though the thought of what they were doing made her stomach churn Kagome didn’t hate Sesshomaru at all.

Neither of them could help falling to a curse.

Watching Inuyasha and Sesshomaru was like viewing tight rope walkers who had taken on too much weight and the rope was snapping. Something definitely happened, because they were acting strange.

Sesshomaru wouldn’t look at Inuyasha. It felt like avoidance, but it could have easily been prideful spurning. The problem was that both of those things looked the same on his face, and Rin was not around to give any gleaming insight into Sesshomaru’s mind. Sesshomaru’s mother seemed to think that Rin was her very own pet to be tied and tethered by her side.

Inuyasha looked like he was flip flopping between the bipolar opposites of being too attentive and pretending Sesshomaru didn’t even exist. And Kagome couldn’t tell what was really going on there either.

That bothered her and made her feel defective. It bothered her because Sesshomaru had called her out on it over a week ago. For some reason, Kagome’s bond with Inuyasha didn’t extend past the sexual. She felt cheated because if she was going to have some kind of supernatural emotional bond with Inuyasha she’d rather have it be something that brought them closer to understanding each other. Instead all she got was a really good measure of how often Inuyasha thought about sex. It was a lot, and somehow less than what Kagome would have guessed before. She had always been pretty good at reading Inuyasha’s expressions, but that wasn’t hard for anyone. Inuyasha was a very transparent person… except when it came to love.

The current complicated moodiness of the half breed was leading Kagome to the very frightening conclusion that somewhere inside Inuyasha and Sesshomaru’s curse laden relationship was the capacity for love. She highly doubted it was the same kind of chaste love that siblings should have.

It was the kind of love that Kagome imagined her innocent love with Inuyasha would blossom into, when they were both ready. It was a sad mixture of heartbreak to the romantic side of her that always believed in having one true love, one soul mate, and a very adult realization that she was just a child in this whole thing. Even Rin, who was adept at fooling everyone in regards to her age was more of an adult than Kagome.

A sharp pang shot through her when she finally came to the conclusion that it wasn’t her and Inuyasha that hadn’t grown up. It was just her.

She was just a high school student from a different time when childhood was longer, and sex was simultaneously more open and more restricted. She came from a shrine family and grew up with the values of a one man one woman relationship, a proper engagement and wedding. Kagome was almost certain that her mother would reach through the well and pull her back into the safety of her family’s arms if she thought that her daughter’s ‘honor’ was compromised in any way.

Her mother didn’t fear that at all. Inuyasha seemed almost entirely innocent of any sexual notions until this whole thing happened with Sesshomaru. It was only almost because Kagome had caught him peeking at her when she bathed. They had experienced a few very awkward moments of nudity around each other. All of that was wholesome and innocent compared to the intense moments of pure pleasure that dredged into Kagome’s soul leaving gaping wounds that had names like “shame”, and “corruption”. She didn’t feel like a teenager anymore. And she resented that, because she wasn’t ready for the sultry knowledge of complete adulthood.

With a deep and heavy sigh Kagome played with the chopsticks in her hand and glanced up at Inuyasha, again. Inuyasha was concentrated on watching Sesshomaru without facing him. His eyes were narrowed as he tried to look to the side, and he had lifted a piece of octopus from his chirashi bowl where it hung in mid air suspended in Inuyasha’s concentration.

“Inuyasha.” Kagome ventured to say his name. The half demon with adorable ears, a big heart, and a propensity for getting into sticky situations didn’t even move. Kagome barely whispered and decided to say his name again, because sometimes when he was lost in thought it took him a while to come back, “Inuyasha?”

There wasn’t anything, not even a flicker of his ears to show that he heard her voice. Sesshomaru on the other hand did move. He glanced to Kagome, and set down his bowl. Everyone was surprised when he joined them for a meal today. No one had seen him eat before this, but Kagome had the distinct impression that he usually ate fresh meat, very fresh meat.

Sesshomaru’s meal was not so dissimilar to theirs though. It certainly wasn’t bloody or savage like Kagome imagined. He seemed to enjoy the sweet meaty taste of raw tuna, octopus, and eel. But he didn’t have any rice. Instead his bowl seemed to be filled with more meat. It looked a little like steak tartar to Kagome, but she didn’t really want to know what the finely chopped red meat was. She really hoped that it was steak.

“Inuyasha.” Kagome said again this time a little annoyed. Was she being ignored too? Irritation trickled in her and she almost let the subduing word roll off of her tongue into the cool air of the spirit castle.

She didn’t have to say the subduing word, because Sesshomaru was quicker than her speech. The demon grabbed the top of Inuyasha’s head and shoved his face down into the still full bowl of his supper. Inuyasha was swearing into the rice and fish and flailing his arms about as if he didn’t realize he could just reach up and get rid of Sesshomaru’s hand that way.

“It is rude to stare.” Sesshomaru finally said withdrawing his hand. Inuyasha pulled his face out of his food, pieces of rice stuck to his chin, cheeks, and nose.

“I’ll stare all I want.” Inuyasha huffed still not acknowledging Kagome. Sesshomaru blushed and that made Kagome blush, because those words were so easy to be construed in a sexual way. Obviously Sesshomaru had taken it that way. In another life Kagome would have found it adorable that the unflappable demon lord had a habit of blushing at the revealing words of lovers. In this world the strangeness of seeing his cheeks fill up to a pale shade of pink told Kagome more than she wanted to know.

At least Inuyasha had the common sense to look awkwardly embarrassed about it.

Kagome tried again.

“Inuyasha?”

“Yeah Kagome?” Inuyasha asked turning to her with an open innocent expression, as if this was the first time he heard her speak to him in the last ten minutes. Somehow that piqued her anger more than a few notches.

“Sit.” Kagome commanded trying to sound like she didn’t care when she very much did.

“Kagome, the current employment of the charm does not fall under the guidelines we agreed upon.” Sesshomaru said in a slightly raised haughty voice. Inuyasha was still swearing in his food. Kagome grinded her teeth annoyed with his tone of voice. Someday she would have a subduing charm for him too. “I do believe we should modify the guidelines a slight bit. You have made a clear point just now that the charm has some useful teaching properties.”

Was that supposed to be a thank you? Kagome ran the words through her mind again. She sifted through them and decided that under the higher-than-thou-are tone Sesshomaru had in fact said thank you.

“Your welcome,” Kagome huffed back. Inuyasha’s head popped out of the food again and he gasped for air.

“You are going to fucking kill me with that stupid spell!” Inuyasha ranted, “I could have drowned.”

“You can hold your breath longer than that.” Sesshomaru said from his side.

It was so silent you could hear the crickets chirp, from somewhere far below the clouds.

Inuyasha was wearing a mask that lay somewhere on the emotional range of anger and embarrassment. It looked like his skin was covered with red paint. Sesshomaru was also looking a little flushed. The tips of his chopsticks were resting against his lower lip, and his eyes were unfocused as if he hadn’t realized the sexual undertone of his words until it was too late: which of course he hadn’t.

Very vague images fluttered through Kagome’s imagination. She didn’t know a lot about sex, but she knew enough to think of reasons why someone would need to hold their breath. A sudden invasive image of Inuyasha on his knees with Sesshomaru’s cock down his throat assaulted Kagome’s imagination.

A lightening strike of heat pulsed down her spine and filled her belly with the warm slosh of arousal. She held onto the image for a moment, and then shook her head remembering that they were brothers. Incest was gross. And they were both men. Again gross.

Why was it turning her on then?

It must be the bond, Kagome reasoned. Inuyasha was probably getting off on the unintentionally raunchy words that slipped from his brother’s mouth. Overactive as always, Kagome’s imagination made the leap from Inuyasha’s mouth on Sesshomaru to Inuyasha lapping the wet skin between her legs.

Slick warmth dripped down her sex dampening her panties. This was very wrong she tried to reason with herself closing her eyes. But she could feel her body throbbing and fire threatening to scorch her insides. Kagome was shaking with her fists clenched in her lap, trying to focus on the background noise of Miroku and Sango laughing at the conversation. She tried to focus on Shippo saying that he didn’t get it. What was so funny about holding your breath?

She was so focused on trying not to think of anything that was going to bring any more discomfort that she completely missed it when Sesshomaru glanced her way and poked Inuyasha’s side with one sharp claw. She heard Inuyasha abruptly cease his demands that his friends stop laughing at him, but she didn’t know why.

Very embarrassed and close to tears over the unexpected lava sloshing around in her body making her pelvis heavy, Kagome reached her last straw when Inuyasha gently put an arm around the back of her shoulders smoothed her back and picked her up looping another arm under her knees.

She completely lost it at the gentle touches. Sobbing she threw her arms around his shoulders and didn’t care where he was walking just as long as it was somewhere she could hide. Inuyasha shushed her and tightened his grip walking her down the halls of the spirit castle.

Still crying she finally opened her eyes when Inuyasha leaned over and laid her down on something soft. She opened her eyes to his very concerned face, and felt her tears being dried away by the rough ends of his sleeves.

“Are you going to be ok, Kagome?” he asked. Kagome thought his eyes seemed darker than normal like a slightly tarnished gold. And she decided to tell him the truth.

“I don’t know if I can handle this anymore,” Kagome whispered, “You and Sesshomaru.”

Inuyasha looked at her for a moment as if he was really thinking about what to say. He opened his mouth looking like he was going to say something and then closing it again.

“I love you Kagome.”

“You love him.” Kagome said accusingly. Inuyasha just shrugged sitting on the bedroll next to her.

“I don’t know.”

“Huh? How can you not know? You are having sex with him.” Kagome responded very confused by Inuyasha’s words. He had to be lying she reasoned. It seemed impossible that he wouldn’t know that he loved his brother. She could see that he loved Sesshomaru, as clear as day.

“Sex is sex.” Inuyasha shrugged again, “Love isn’t always included.”

“I don’t believe that.” Kagome argued. “It is called making love for a reason.”

“I have never made love. I’ve only had sex.” Inuyasha whispered and looked embarrassed. “All the times you are aroused is it only because you are thinking loving thoughts? Aren’t some of those times just because your body responds? You weren’t in love just a little while ago in the kitchen.”

Kagome flushed and another romantic thought was thrown out the window discarded into a pile of innocent romantic notions that she was learning were untrue.

“How… how did you know!” Kagome exclaimed in a high voice. Inuyasha raised an eyebrow at her.

“I can smell it. Bitches go into heat, so us guys have noses that pick those things up. Humans don’t but the scent is similar when they are aroused.” Inuyasha tried to explain, but Kagome was just getting more mortified.

“You call Sesshomaru your bitch. Does he go into heat?”

“Don’t be stupid. He’s a guy. He constantly smells like he’s in heat because of the bosatsu’s curse, but it’s fake because he’s a guy.” Inuyasha rolled his eyes as if it was the easiest thing in the world to understand.

“So every time I… I touch myself… You can smell it?” Kagome stuttered.

“Yes.” Inuyasha leaned over and kissed her forehead as if to comfort her. “You smell good, Kagome.”

“Why didn’t you say anything before?” Kagome asked hoping beyond hope that Inuyasha would kiss her for real.

“You weren’t ready.” Inuyasha sighed and smoothed his fingers down her jaw. Kagome shuddered. “I don’t think you are ready now. When you are ready I hope you’ll want to make love to me.” Breath stuck in her throat, she felt her heart flutter. A new wave of hot liquid melted down into her pelvis and dampened her panties. Inuyasha’s nose twitched and he smirked. “You’re so beautiful, Kagome.”

Head dropping down Inuyasha’s hair curtained them as he pressed his lips against hers. Kisses were soft and innocent. She gasped and pressed her thighs together frantically as Inuyasha’s tongue peeked out and wetted her bottom lip.

“Inuyasha,” Kagome breathed in shakily. “I think we can go a little further.”

“Are you sure, Kagome?” Inuyasha groaned. The tone of his voice suggested that he liked the idea a lot. She didn’t trust her voice so instead she nodded vigorously feeling the blush spill through her cheeks. Inuyasha’s eyes roamed up and down her body before he gently grabbed onto her knees and pulled them apart. Her face was neon red by the time he was stroking the insides of her thighs. A low moan fell from her lips into the air shaky and full of need.

“Oh!” Kagome exclaimed bucking her hips up as Inuyasha rolled his fingers over the surface of her underwear. The half breed’s impatient nature came out as he looped a finger around the material of the crotch and slid the rest of his digits up her wet slit. “Ah! Please, Inuyasha… don’t stop.”

Those were words she only said in daydreams, but it felt so right to say them now. Inuyasha growled and Kagome could feel the cotton of her panties loosen. She looked down to find that Inuyasha had sliced through the crotch with his claws. Smoothly he pressed the pad of his thumb against her clit and began to rub in wide clockwise circles that stimulated the outside edges and made her ache.

“You’re so fucking wet Kagome. I’m going to make sure you cum hard. Kiss me Kagome.” Inuyasha demanded. Kagome propped herself on her elbows and pressed her lips against Inuyasha’s mouth only to have the shock of his index finger slipping into her wet pussy. He pumped his finger in and out while she leaned into him shuddering and building into the strong maelstrom of an orgasm.

It was so good, and new, and stimulating that it didn’t take long. Kagome rode out each pulsing wave listening to Inuyasha groan and press his palm flat against her sex.

Stars floated in the narrow space of her vision when she felt Inuyasha remove his hand slowly and stand up from the bedroll. Confused Kagome looked up at him. He was looking down to her with an appreciative and cocky smile licking his wet fingers just like he did after eating potato chips. Kagome blushed as her eyes traveled downward.

He was hard. She could see the tenting in his hakama, and felt embarrassed that she let him pleasure her and she did nothing in return.

“Um… Inuyasha?” Kagome stuttered and looked down embarrassed to be staring at his crotch even though she just let him touch the most sacred part of herself. “Can I… I need to do something for you.”

“I don’t want you to do anything more than what you are ready for.”

Her heart melted in happiness. This was real romance, real chivalry coming in to make Kagome’s spirit brighter.

“Thank you, Inuyasha.”

*Spiel Mit Mir*

Sesshomaru wrinkled up his nose at the stench, and then frowned at the view of his little brother sitting rather happily on the floor of the room with a book in his hands. The little spirit servants of the castle were cleaning around him, changing the bedding, sweeping the floor, and dragging Inuyasha’s clothing along to be laundered.

Even though the cleaning, Sesshomaru could smell the heavy thick scent of female orgasm. Although Kagome’s scent was not repulsive the invasion of it in his bedroom was definitely unwelcome, strangely he was happy that he couldn’t detect any scent of completion for Inuyasha. Despite that Sesshomaru went and sat down next to Inuyasha. Neither of them said anything while the spirit servants cleaned away the scent. Sesshomaru kept glancing over to Inuyasha. His little brother didn’t acknowledge his presence. Instead he kept turning the pages of a strange book that Sesshomaru thought he saw come out of Kagome’s traveling pack before.

Because the spirit servants took Inuyasha’s clothes to be cleaned Inuyasha apparently decided that it was alright to borrow some of Sesshomaru’s old clothes. Sesshomaru decided that they looked ridiculous on him. The hakama were the same white that Sesshomaru always wore, but he remembered this pair particularly well. The bottoms were not gathered and looked like they had been dipped in red dye that faded out up to the knees.

They were the hakama that Sesshomaru wore the first time his father presented him to the other lords as his mate. It was a day that Sesshomaru knew would tarnish his reputation in the political world forever. It was a day that he understood just how much power he was going to have to amass to become as mighty as his father.

Inuyasha didn’t know that of course, and had probably only picked them because they were the only ones short enough that he wouldn’t trip over them. The biggest difference in the brother’s sizes was their height. Sesshomaru was taller by a few inches, but leaner with efficient strong muscle under his skin. Inuyasha was shorter, but had the same waist size because his muscle mass was slightly thicker for his body.

The kimono Inuyasha chose was probably recognizable to him. The base color was white, and was decorated with the big petals of a flower down the left shoulder. The color was once red but with time and exposure to sunlight it had faded to pink. It was the same kimono Sesshomaru wore when Inuyasha was young. No matter how many washes it went though it still smelled like Sesshomaru’s blood.

Sesshomaru didn’t think he went for more than a week at a time without incurring serious injury outside of the spirit castle for the first quarter of a century after his father’s death. But he was restless and needed the woods, the wind, the earth. Sesshomaru was about the moment and of the world.

Maybe it was a sign that the only times in his adult life that he was injured so gravely as those days were due to Inuyasha. For a second he noticed the absence of his arm. It was always there… or not there, but Sesshomaru didn’t dwell on it. The loss inconvenienced him little.

Mentally shaking his head Sesshomaru focused his gaze on nothing and concentrated on the moment. Inuyasha crinkled the page of the book as he turned it.

“What are you reading?”

“That’s funny. I remember asking you the same thing when I was a kid and you telling me to keep my hands to myself. Get lost.” Inuyasha said those words sounding as happy as he could. They smelled deceitful. Deceit caused curiosity.

“This is my room.” Sesshomaru said evenly. “If someone is to leave it would be you.”

“It’s our room, dumbass. Your crazy as shit mom said so herself.” Inuyasha retorted. Sesshomaru did remember something like that coming from his mother’s mouth. In any case Inuyasha had never been given a room at the spirit castle even though they spent enough time there to warrant it.

Suddenly the memory of holding onto his small brother, and falling asleep under the banners of the room flashed into Sesshomaru’s mind.

“Fine, our room,” Sesshomaru conceded. Then getting another lingering whiff of the activities that happened in this room he spoke a warning. “That means you need to show some respect. Don’t ever rut with that girl in our bed again.”

The words were meant to bring fear into the half breed’s heart. Inuyasha never really acted the way Sesshomaru wanted him to though. He definitely never reacted the way Sesshomaru expected. He was predictably unpredictable.

It probably shouldn’t have surprised him that Inuyasha turned and looked at him with a diabolical grin that showed off his fangs. His eyes were laughing.

“Really Sesshomaru? ‘That girl’, I think that is an all time low as far as name calling goes.”

“I do not call names.” Sesshomaru retorted sensing a very tight coil between them, ready to snap and distort at any moment. Inuyasha closed the book he was reading gently and slid it away from him on the floor. He was probably only doing that in order to preserve it from whatever ruinous things might befall them.

“Um… yeah you do. ‘half breed’ and ‘vermin’ are some of your favorites. I can go into all sorts of ugly details about the rest.” Inuyasha said happily dripping another drop of anger into the already too full bucket of Sesshomaru’s control.

“Those are descriptors, not anything like the vulgarities that you are so fond of.” Sesshomaru quipped in annoyance.

“Heh, it just means I’m more honest about my shit. What are you jealous of Kagome or something?”

The bucket of his well kept patience poured out and Sesshomaru smashed Inuyasha’s shoulders into the fine smooth grain of the balsam wood floor. The floor splintered and cracked. Sesshomaru growled a deep rumble of authority issuing from inside of him. Below him Inuyasha growled back eyes flickering red.

“I’ve had enough of this.” Sesshomaru ground out as Inuyasha’s demon form took complete control. Sesshomaru’s mind played through several options.

The first was that he just cut his losses and kill Inuyasha right there. The break in the mating bond would be painful, and would severely debilitate his youki. The wiser thing to do would be to seek out the help of the bond breakers so that Sesshomaru didn’t have to relinquish any of his youki and then kill his brother. An immediate end seemed more satisfying, and Sesshomaru argued in his head that his youki wasn’t doing him any good right now anyways.

The second option was to fight Inuyasha for dominance, an option that could potentially end up with one or both of them on death’s doorsteps. Switching dominance rolls in mating was tricky and bloody. Inuyasha definitely would fight it, and because he was stubborn he’d keep on fighting it even if he did loose.

It was the third option that Sesshomaru ended up doing.

He stopped growling and nestled his face under Inuyasha’s chin. Licking his brother’s flesh Sesshomaru felt the warmth of Inuyasha’s arms enfolding him. The product was such a comforting gesture. He hoped that Inuyasha was still transformed.

Glancing up he saw his brother’s face complete with his demon blood looking down at him. Sesshomaru felt his own youki swell and bring to the surface his demon heart.

“Inuyasha, I should mark you. It is disrespectful of you to say no.” Sesshomaru had perfect control over his voice even though he could feel the deep driving voice of instinct rising up in him. Inuyasha’s clawed hand was reaching up stroking the mark on his brother. Sesshomaru shivered. It felt sensitive and made him flash with hot and cold inside. He didn’t know what sign to look for in his brother. He doubted that the well formed lips would articulate anything that sounded civilized.

Inuyasha was being run by his youki. And youki was powerful, unearthly, and not at all caring about the trappings of etiquette. It was funny that Inuyasha was all of those things when he was in his resting state; not the low of a human or the high of his demon. As a half breed he had power, albeit not nearly as much as Sesshomaru had. As a half breed he was unearthly, trapped somewhere between worlds. As a half breed he didn’t give a damn about etiquette, or manners, or proper speech.

But there was one thing that was never a factor for Inuyasha’s pure demon blood. Embarrassment was a part of every other state he could take. But as a demon his person knew no embarrassment, no shame. Without embarrassment and shame there were no added features of fibs or avoidance to cover truths.

That alone was what made Inuyasha’s words into a well formed dagger lancing through Sesshomaru like he was wet paper. The fabric of him ripped into sopping uneven pieces.

“I don’t care how disrespectful it is.” Inuyasha growled out, “You don’t love me, so I don’t want it.”

Sesshomaru wished he could do anything other than stare at his brother dumbly.

Love?

Love was the reason for their moody little war with each other since the subject of Sesshomaru marking Inuyasha first came up this morning. Love was the thing Inuyasha had been too embarrassed to name, but apparently thought was the most precious apology that Sesshomaru could ever offer up.

“You want me to say I love you.” Sesshomaru finally said when his mouth started working again. Inuyasha made a face of annoyance and Sesshomaru could feel his brother’s youki ebb away. He opened his eyes and glared into Sesshomaru’s face the gold of his iris’s pooling in and the red of hell drawing back.

“I want you to mean it.” Inuyasha said deeply. This time Sesshomaru wasn’t sure if it was Inuyasha speaking from his rested state, or if the youki’s inhibition was still inside of him. He decided that it didn’t matter.

“Hypocrite,” Sesshomaru huffed before giving into the need to suck on Inuyasha’s lower lip. “You can’t demand my love without the intention of reciprocation.” He grabbed onto the soft skin of Inuyasha’s lip with his teeth and licked. He wasn’t at all surprised that Inuyasha grabbed onto his face and demanded a heated kiss.

Inuyasha let go and gazed into Sesshomaru’s face.

“You know what I love?” He growled and roughly scraped Sesshomaru’s neck with his claws.

“No.”

“I love the look on your face when you cum.” Inuyasha growled and manipulated Sesshomaru into lying on his stomach, arousal hard against the floor. “You know what else I love?”

Sesshomaru took a shaky breath in before he answered. This was going somewhere fast.

“I do not.” He said breathlessly. Inuyasha ripped away his hakama, leaving the cool castle air to caress Sesshomaru’s bottom and the back of his legs. Inuyasha’s hand came down hard on his right cheek.

“I love your tight ass,” Inuyasha chuckled as he rubbed his two fingers against the opening. Sesshomaru squirmed and tried to get up. Inuyasha straddled his back settling his weight on Sesshomaru’s shoulders. He didn’t let all his weight down, apparently thinking to immobilize Sesshomaru without suffocating him. “I love your ass enough to do this…”

Sesshomaru cried out and clawed the ground when Inuyasha leaned over using his hands to pull his buttocks apart and lave the opening with his hot tongue. Inuyasha did it again this time letting his tongue linger and press down. Sesshomaru shivered and decided there were definite upsides to Inuyasha confessing loves.

“What else do you love?” Sesshomaru asked slowly, trying to simultaneously press his pelvis into the floor and push his backside up to Inuyasha’s face. There was a wildfire in his veins.

“That you’re a fucking awful liar.”

“How so?” Sesshomaru questioned a little disappointed that this one wasn’t about his body. Inuyasha didn’t stop his ministrations; caressing, licking, nipping…

“You make those stupid lies about me being weak. I know you are lying. You aren’t the kind of person who enjoys weakness. You like that I can hold my own. You chose to have me as your alpha, because I can and do stand up to you.” Inuyasha licked him again. “I love that we are the same in that way. No matter who we love we want strength in them. You’d be sickened by someone who only grovels and submits in stupidity, and so would I.”

Inside his head Sesshomaru agreed. Outside he moaned as Inuyasha slid a finger into his ass.

The strong thighs holding his shoulders back retreated, and Sesshomaru twisted a little to see his brother rearrange him so that Sesshomaru’s ass was in the air, his knees placed a little wider than his hips. Sighing at the loss of pressure against his groin, Sesshomaru kept his face against the floor. Maybe the coolness of the boards could calm his feverish blood.

Returning to the wonderful licking Inuyasha seemed to get a better purchase from this angle. Letting his smooth wet tongue slide up the underside of Sesshomaru’s testicles to the lightly clenching muscles of his waiting orifice Inuyasha let out a sexy groan.

“Inuyasha…” Sesshomaru gasped glancing back as best he could. His brother abandoned the licking to thrust two fingers in and out of him in a lazy pace while untying his hakama with one hand. “Tell me more about what you love.” Sesshomaru groaned out using his hand to stroke himself.

“I thought your pompous ass would like this,” Inuyasha growled out snatching Sesshomaru’s hand and forcing him to twist it behind his back. The tight twisting motion played with the fire in his blood. Pain and pleasure. Then without any warning Inuyasha thrust in. Sesshomaru’s knees slid against the wooden floor, and he ached.

“Yes… Inuyasha!” The lava of his blood threatened to consume him.

“Fuck.” Inuyasha gasped out and set a fast pace. The words were lost to the sound of slapping flesh and heavy breathing. Sesshomaru pushed back as much as he could and made a noise of pure pleasure as Inuyasha drove deeper. The world was getting tighter, hotter, filled with the delicious scent of uninhibited sex. Sesshomaru sorely wished he had his other hand so that he could help himself to a strong orgasm.

He was building, higher, higher, straining against the pressure and the dizzying striking feeling of Inuyasha sliding in and out of him. Slick and sexy, and – god – Sesshomaru gasped. Not quite there Sesshomaru started to pant and a fever took a hold of him when Inuyasha groaned.

“Inuyasha.” He gasped distantly proud of himself for being collected enough to say his brother’s name without stumbling. “Make me cum.”

“Ooh. Yeah, bitch. I’m gunna make you cum. I’m gunna make you shoot that load.” The response was enthusiastic.

Sesshomaru felt the words sink in and shiver though his brain down his spine and drop their weight into his pelvis. He had no idea why Inuyasha’s vulgarities made his blood rush, or why he used more of them when they were having sex. Secretly he hoped Inuyasha would say more.

Inuyasha’s hand slid up under the loose material of Sesshomaru’s kimono tracing the straight line of his spine. He thrust harder, rubbing against and inside of Sesshomaru with a sweet tingling of sexy friction.

The world skidded into a place of pure want when Inuyasha groaned and shuddered against Sesshomaru, holding onto him tight as if not to loose him in the explosion of his orgasm. Whining in the back of his throat Sesshomaru tried to wiggle and quench the heat.

Just knowing that his brother was spilling inside of his body was quickening the pulse of his blood. Sharp and wonderful Sesshomaru inhaled the scent of Inuyasha’s release coating his skin.

For a moment he thought he was going to be left unsatisfied as Inuyasha picked him up and flipped him onto his back. He opened his mouth to protest and leaned up on his elbow just in time to see Inuyasha swoop down and lick the underside of his shaft.

“Uh! Yes!” The sound came unbidden to Sesshomaru’s lips. He thought he saw Inuyasha grin before he took Sesshomaru’s entire length in his mouth. His mouth was hot, wet, and he had no hesitation. Sesshomaru concentrated on the sucking feeling like he was going to hyperventilate on the road to exploding. Inuyasha bobbed his head up and down, stroked Sesshomaru’s balls and then pushed his fingers into his cum slickened ass. Flexing his hips up Sesshomaru pushed more of him into Inuyasha’s perfect mouth.

His little brother choked and let go.

“Don’t do that.” He commanded dropping his head back down to Sesshomaru’s lap.

“Uh, sure, just don’t stop.” Sesshomaru gasped out as Inuyasha engulfed him once again. After a few more torturous minutes of Inuyasha sucking him, lifting to lick him, stroking him while he caught his breath, Sesshomaru was convinced he was being teased. “Make me cum, Inuyasha. Oh… I need to cum.” He finally said and felt his brother lift away instead of providing more. Sesshomaru growled and contemplated holding Inuyasha in place until he finished.

“So you like this, Sesshomaru?” Inuyasha asked huskily. He seemed to be ignoring Sesshomaru’s growling. “Do you love this?”

The logical part of Sesshomaru, the part that existed in the face of passion and pain, came to appreciate the subtlety of Inuyasha’s roundabout way of forcing a confession of love, any kind of love from his lips.

Sesshomaru acquiesced in his good mood.

“I love it.” He growled low and had to catch his breath. That hot mouth was opening for him again. Biting his lip, toes curling, the scalding feeling of his blood rushing under his skin: Sesshomaru felt his body come apart at Inuyasha’s hands. His heart drummed against his ribcage. Inuyasha tightened his lips pulling them up the length of his throbbing erection. The flowering of climax bloomed in him. “I love…” Sesshomaru lost his voice to the force of the release, and that was alright. He wasn’t sure what he had been about to confess anyways.

The world whirled around him. His breathing evened and he caught a glance at Inuyasha wiping away a line of escaped cum from his chin.

Laying back Sesshomaru felt the world come back into focus. Inuyasha’s face blocked his vision. His brother was giving him a dubious look with one eyebrow raised.

“What?” Sesshomaru asked wishing Inuyasha would just lie down and enjoy the peace.

“What were you going to say?” Inuyasha asked never straying from his inquisitive look. Closing his eyes Sesshomaru grabbed Inuyasha by his shoulder, and twisted around so that Inuyasha cried out in surprise. He curled on his side around his brother’s warm body. Inuyasha’s legs were slung over his thighs and he wiggled for a moment before grabbing onto Sesshomaru’s arm and accepting the embrace.

“I want to mark you.” Sesshomaru breathed nuzzling Inuyasha’s neck. His skin was pale, unmarred. For a moment the idea of marking his brother eclipsed the eroticism of actually having sex.

“Bullshit. You just want to make sure I’ll keep having sex with you.” Inuyasha retorted. Sesshomaru closed his eyes at his brother’s disbelief, and let them sit in delusion.

*Spiel Mit Mir*

Leaving the spirit castle was not the peaceful process Sesshomaru had been hoping for.

“So disrespectful, Sesshomaru,” Inukimi was scolding her son while flicking his blood off of her claws. Droplets of crimson rained down on the floor. He ignored the sting of her cuts across his face. Facial wounds always bled horrifically, even if there was really little damage. She had managed to swipe her claws right over the bridge of his nose and over his left cheek. He could taste his blood in his mouth. It dripped down in little rivers to the spaces of his lips. “I demand that you stay. Inuyasha has always traveled without you in the past, there is no reason for you to go with him and miss your wedding now.”

With a hefty amount of patience, quickly being stolen away by his mother’s ridiculous commands, Sesshomaru wiped the blood from his face onto the back of his sleeve. The wounds were closing quickly.

“Mother, I do not intend on dishonoring Rin with a rushed marriage. We will be leaving today, and you can plan a proper wedding for the future.” Sesshomaru said trying to sound authoritative and final.

“Don’t take your mother for a fool!” Inukimi argued, “Your attitude is what invites a rushed marriage, Sesshomaru. You were the one who decided to mate with her on such short notice. There must be a wedding now, or you will always find excuses not to grant her one.”

“Ridiculous.” Sesshomaru muttered. Inukimi was pulling the words out of thin air with little evidence to back them up. He was not so dishonorable and she knew it. She reached out to slap him again, but he moved away too fast for her claws to get a purchase on his skin. Yes, it was ridiculous. Inukimi was acting like a child, and quite stubbornly so.

Sesshomaru was not blind. He did care for his mother, even if he thought her motivations were sometimes incongruent with reality.

Inukimi really did not want him to leave. Usually she sent him off easily with words of his so called “ungratefulness” for all that she’s done for him. It was usually half hearted and wistful, as light as any other mother’s kisses would be.

This time she attacked him to keep him near. This time she had a thinly masked look of desperation on her face, a look that Sesshomaru couldn’t help but scoff at. And she managed to get him alone, luring him to her chambers and away from his group under the pretenses of tea.

Their tea grew cold, and tainted with drops of Sesshomaru’s blood that had been flung into the fine cups.

Ever a man of the moment, of the present, and not of deceit or trickery Sesshomaru sighed at his mother’s behavior.

“You need to stay, Sesshomaru.” Inukimi said again, forcefully.

“Why, mother?” He retorted, “And don’t use Rin as an excuse. Your little lies are easy to sniff out.”

Absently Inukimi reached for her teacup and took a sip, headless to the blood that diluted among the warm drink. She looked contemplative for a moment. Her facial expression betrayed that she was going to tell Sesshomaru another fib to worm her way away from the truth of her bothersome request.

“You are keeping your brother from his true mate.” She finally said tipping the teacup upside down on the table. The moisture from the drink made a ring on the cloth around the cup. “I want to have grandchildren someday.”

“Such feeble lies mother.” Sesshomaru snorted and picked up his cup. Tainted or not, the tea would be good to wash out his mouth. “Rin is only human, I do not intend on wasting her life and leaving her childless. You will be a grandmother soon, and you know it.”

“You won’t give her children, because you will be dead.” Inukimi spoke venomously. She had one finger pointed with the unladylike accusation of a child at Sesshomaru’s mark. The mark that Inuyasha gave him was the object of her fury.

“You dislike that Inuyasha and I have mated.” Sesshomaru said ignoring her words of his death. He was trying to see through her little lies to the truth. The truth must have been closer, because Inukimi’s limbs stiffened.

“It is wrong.” Inukimi said after a moment.

“I fail to see your reasoning. You have no issue with Rin’s humanity, so you could not fault Inuyasha for his. You and father were cousins, your mother and his father were siblings.” Sesshomaru set down his cup and motioned for her to pour more tea while he tried to figure out her hidden reasons.

Normally he would have brushed off her concerns, swept them away with the memory of her betrayal and lost honor. Yet something was prompting him to listen, to root out the truth in all her fanciful words.

Behind all those fanciful words she feared, and kept her secret thoughts hidden and jumbled. Sesshomaru took a sip of the tea letting his eyes slide to the slender curve of his mother’s throat.

It was there, the swirling putrescence of a curse. It was a curse that lived with his mother since before Sesshomaru could remember, and generally he thought it the source of all of her silly behavior. It was so familiar on her, almost as if it was specially attuned to her and now a part of her. Sesshomaru barley noticed the curse under the soft skin of his mother’s throat, and didn’t think of it much.

Until this visit, that is.

Inside his head, Sesshomaru could hear the little priestess his brother liked so much, and her inane concern.

She had found Sesshomaru’s room on the first night, looking like she had just been through a fight. Sesshomaru had headed her off at the end of the hallway near his room, partially because he didn’t want her scent all over his belongings. (Woefully, it now was, despite his earlier precautions.) The second reason he had cut her off before finding Inuyasha was that she had seemed very unstable. Her powers of purification were almost beaming out from her skin.

He remembered her standing bruised and shaken, rubbing the back of her head with her hands as if she had been struck. Kagome looked at him wide eyed and had babbled on for a good five minutes about the curse on his mother’s throat, saving Inuyasha and Sesshomaru, and the fear that Inukimi put in her that something was wrong.

Irritably, because it was very late at night, and Kagome had the kind of blind trust reasoning that made Sesshomaru want to take his claws to her brain; he had attempted to calm her frazzled nerves through the truth.

Inukimi had lived with that curse since before Sesshomaru was born. He remembered his father telling him with a laugh that the curse was a silly mistake on the part of one of his distant cousins. It did not actual harm to the beautiful demon, and she never seemed to notice it.

She never seemed to notice it until Touga marked Sesshomaru. Then his beautiful mother seemed to go into a rage about it, hiring holy men, black priestesses, anyone she thought could break the silly little darkness slinking tighter and tighter around her throat.

When Sesshomaru broke the bond between him and his father, she spoke not a word of it.

The little curse once again filtered into the background of his thoughts.

Now he was once again mated, and…

“You only speak of your curse when I am mated.” Sesshomaru observed. Inukimi avoided his gaze, and Sesshomaru knew he was close. “You only speak of that silly little curse when I am mated to a man.” He amended.

Her citrine eyes looked at him unblinkingly, and she said not a word. She chose silence for truths. And he heard words underneath it. Words that were spoken by so many others; it must be so shameful for her.

Bitch. Sesshomaru stared into nothing as the word sat in his head, and he felt he understood his mother’s words of caution.

This was dangerous. He gave her that, and at the same time scoffed at the idea that she would go through such lengths to coddle him.

This was dangerous, because no matter what his father’s words on the strength of women were. No matter what his words on the integrity of their fighting skill, or their power… being a bitch; being a woman had an inherent amount of danger attached. Being a woman, a bitch, something other than alpha, meant only powerlessness and vulnerability.

To give up his apparent masculinity to be Inuyasha’s bitch; well, Sesshomaru understood very well what that meant politically. He was giving up his power to a half breed, literally and figuratively. Already tarnished by rumors, and his own tangled sexuality, Sesshomaru giving himself to Inuyasha had a lasting political front of backing down.

But he fought for so long, a part of him bemoaned, and none had been able to defeat him before Inuyasha. Inside of him he could hear the memory of Inuyasha’s voice whispering to him, “You know what I love?”

Inuyasha took him, Sesshomaru did not take. Sesshomaru acted the part of the bitch, allowed Inuyasha to assert dominance, to become alpha. He couldn’t understand why in that moment of realization his chest clenched and burned. He wanted… he wanted to just take Inuyasha. He yearned to mark him, and he didn’t. He was regulating himself to the role of the bitch. He was waiting for permission.

Sesshomaru was conflicted.

It occurred to Sesshomaru that this was something he was not going to be able to step away from. He was in danger, because those around him were predators. He knew that. It was the first rule: If you are weak, if you show weakness, you are dead.

And Inuyasha was already considered weak by virtue of his half human blood. And Sesshomaru was entrusting himself to that weak little half breed brother of his in a way that certainly made his sanity questionable.

“I am not helpless.” Sesshomaru finally said, even though in the moment of evaluation he felt so. “I am not a bitch.”

As if being his mother attuned Inukimi to all his insecurities, Sesshomaru could feel her arms wrap around him. She kissed his cheeks, and ran her fingers through his hair.

“No, Sesshomaru, my beautiful child, you are not helpless.” Inukimi whispered in his ear. He could feel himself sinking into his mother’s embrace, as if he was a child again. “Remember,” She whispered and then brushed her fingers along Inuyasha’s mark, “You always have a choice.”
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