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Family Connections	By : Saranwyn Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4204 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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InuYasha lowered into a crouch, his lip curling into a grimace. Naraku was currently making a trade with a drug lord name Menomaru. It was his job to interrupt it. He clutched his necklace for support. Even after almost a year of living away from Sesshoumaru, he still clung to the last remnants of his brother. It was stupid, he knew, but he couldn't help but be comforted by it. If he focused really hard, he could still pick up traces of Sesshoumaru's scent on the fangs and strands of hair. But as much as it made him feel secure, it also made him feel lonely. Sometimes he wondered if his brother ever felt the same way. What are you thinking, Inu? Sesshoumaru doesn't feel that way. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, focusing himself on the task at hand. Steeling himself, he released the necklace and stood up.
"Hey!" he called. Both the drug lord and the gang leader turned to face him. What are you thinking, taking them on without any plan, without any strategy? He mused even as he strode boldly forward.
"InuYasha," Naraku greeted him. "Have you come to join me? I'd be willing to excuse you for killing so many of my gang, if you did."
"I'd never join you!" He hurled a punch at the other half demon, who dodged. He pulled out a lighter and lit it, tossing it onto the open briefcase of money that was now left unattended. The paper inside went up in flames.
"You-!" Suddenly, the half demon found himself on the run from both his enemies. Menomaru was suddenly in front of him, side-kicking him in the stomach. He stumbled back, the air rushing from his lungs. Naraku loomed over him, sneering. InuYasha groaned as his enemy's boot connected with his face. Menomaru handed him a pipe and folded his arms to stand back and enjoy the show. InuYasha labored to his feet only to be knocked back down. His ears rung as the pipe smashed against his head. "I'm going to kill you!" He tasted blood and metal as the pipe hit his mouth. He fell to the ground, spitting blood. The pipe lifted again, and he braced himself. It came whistling down. A pale hand reached over him and caught it. That hand. He knew it.
"How dare you?" a low baritone growled. Sesshoumaru? The half demon thought. No…that…can't be right. "You dare harm a member of the Shiro Inu Pack?!" The pipe was torn away from Naraku and thrown at him. The half demon snarled and ran off. "As for you, Menomaru, you should know better than to try to move in on my territory."
"It seems I've finally lured out the great Sesshoumaru. Sorry it had to be so unpleasantly. I really have no intention of challenging you for your territory."
"Then why are you here?"
"I want to court you." It was as if both demons had just forgotten InuYasha's presence. He heard his brother scoff.
"I would never allow a gangster lowlife like you to court me. Especially one that has dared threaten a member of my pack."
"That creature isn't worthy to be in your pack."
"That is beside he point. My father's blood runs through his veins. Now, leave before I decide to kill you for your stupidity." Menomaru took a half step back.
"Don't look down on me. You don't want to make an enemy of me."
"Is that a threat?" The teal-haired demon clenched his jaw and spun on his heel, stalking off. InuYasha tried to move, to speak, anything, but his whole body seared with pain at any attempt. A hand slid under his back and then another beneath his knees. "Put your arms around my neck," Sesshoumaru commanded. Forcing his battered body to obey, he brought one arm up around his brother's neck.
"Why are you here?" he asked.
"I had other business with Menomaru. I just happened to catch them beating you up. You may not live with me, anymore, but I still have my pride as an Alpha."
"W-what are you going to do to me?"
"Do to you? Nothing. I'll take you back to that rabble you're calling a pack and leave you in their care." InuYasha tightened his arm around his brother's neck, burying his face in his chest. Sesshoumaru pretended not to notice as he inhaled deeply, taking in as much of his scent as he could. Part of InuYasha wanted to break down sobbing and begging forgiveness and to be let back into the house. The other part of him wanted to get away from Sesshoumaru, wary of the pain he knew would come with being around his older brother. "What are you going to do when the heat comes around?" InuYasha chose to ignore the question. Wasn't it obvious what he would do? He would hole himself up in a room and suffer through it. "Find somewhere secluded," Sesshoumaru advised blandly.
The half demon heard his brother kick a door open and the next thing he knew, he was being laid down on a bed.
"What happened?" Bankotsu asked.
"You were careless and got him in out of his depth. Do you remember what I told you when you first took him in?"
"It's not my fault!"
"I told you that you would be held responsible!...But I'm too busy to deal with you. If it happens again, I swear none of you will live." He turned and left. Inside, he was more than a little shaken. Seeing InuYasha looking so bruised and broken…it scared him a little. And he was furious. Just who did this Naraku think he was, anyways?! He would pay! Wait, what are you thinking? You cut ties with InuYasha almost a year ago. You're barely even a pack, anymore. So why am I doing this…? He clenched a fist. Why am I still getting this worked up over it, after all this time? He broke into a light job, eager to get as much distance between him and his younger brother as possible.
InuYasha groaned and opened his eyes. Where was he? Oh. Back at the base. Bankotsu was beside him, looking worried. He sat up slowly. What had happened? Oh…Sesshoumaru had come. He'd saved him, and took him back. The half demon inhaled deeply – the barest traces of Sesshoumaru's scent were still on his clothes. Suddenly, he felt a wave of regret. Before, when he'd first left, those had been common, the lack of his alpha's aura present constantly in his mind. But after a few months, he'd managed to rid himself of the unwanted emotions completely, but now they call came crashing back. He wanted to be in his brother's arms or at least in his house. He didn't belong with these humans. You don't belong with Sesshoumaru, either, he told himself, and yet he couldn't convince himself of the fact.
"What happened with the deal?" Bankotsu asked after a long moment, pulling InuYasha from his thoughts.
"I burned the money. The trade never took place. Menomaru may hate me now for ruining his deal, but not enough to support Naraku when he has nothing to gain from it. Besides, he seems preoccupied with Sesshoumaru, right now."
"Good job."
"I have to take some time off soon." Bankotsu glanced him up and down curiously then his eyes widened.
"Oh, right! Half demon – forgot. Yeah, when is it?"
"I've got about a week. I'll find somewhere secluded."
"Good. I-I mean…"
"Yeah." InuYasha sighed and closed his eyes again. "I'm going to sleep for a bit." The leader of the gang nodded and got up walking away. The heat…The thought of it still sent shivers down Bankotsu's spine. He could distinctly remember the way his normally composed, controlled friend looked like a wild beast about to devour him. He recalled how Sesshoumaru's touch, normally soft was suddenly hard and cruel. He'd had bruises where the demon had grabbed him for weeks afterwards. He remembered the feel of that demanding kiss, the power of it making him boneless. Such complete domination. It had terrified him at the time. Still did. Never before had he been so powerless. Humans can't withstand that kind of passion.
Passion. It seemed contrary to his one-time friend's very nature. Sesshoumaru was supposed to be removed, uncaring, cold. The heat had stripped him of that. It had turned him into an animal. What's more, the two visits reminded him of that time. He hadn't been able to place it until that moment, looking back. The same loss of control was in Sesshoumaru's eyes, hidden deep beneath his mask, but he could see it. The slight trembling of his brows as the focused on maintaining their perfect arcs. The violence of his gaze and miniscule raising of his voice as he accused and threatened him, charging him with the safety of another, living being. A half-breed. The very emblem of his father's transgression, and he was getting so worked up over it. InuYasha affected Sesshoumaru the same way the heat did. So the question is, why hasn't Sesshoumaru claimed him and chained him to his side? Is he running away from his feelings? I always thought he shamelessly owned everything he felt and thought. Maybe I never knew him as well as I thought I did.
"Bankotsu? Is everything okay?" Jakotsu asked.
"Yeah. Tomorrow, given InuYasha is feeling it, we want to make a raid of their base – a preliminary weakening. Then, in a week we'll make another one, but InuYasha won't be with us."
"So something happening?"
"Yeah…our time to make a big move, I hope. It should work." They're all demons, so they should be in no condition to fight during the heat…I think. That or they'll rape us all. I'll ask InuYasha what he thinks about the plan, I guess.
"You okay?"Jakotsu touched his cheek and trailed his fingers lightly down his neck to his chest. "Not like you to brood so much."
"Sorry." Bankotsu pulled him into a brief kiss. "Just trying not to get us all killed, you know?"Jakotsu kissed him again.
"Well, take a break from that and focus more on relaxing yourself with your lover, okay?" Bankotsu's eyes narrowed predatorily as he pushed Jakotsu out of Inuyasha's room, down the hall, and into his own. Jakotsu grinned and wrapped his arms around his lover's neck. "Oh, Ban-chan, you always make me feel like such a lady," he panted, breaking the kiss. He yanked the other man down onto the bed on top of him, wrapping his arms and legs around him enticingly. The transvestite whimpered and moaned as Bankotsu began to kiss and suck on his neck. "Bankotsu! Oh, Ban-chan!"
"Jakotsu…I'm going to make sweet, passionate love to you," the younger murmured. They'd started officially dating about half a year ago, and ever since then, Bankotsu had gotten very comfortable with his bisexuality and his attraction to Jakotsu.
"Please do."
"Then let's get you out of those lacy panties you're wearing." He slid his hand up under Jakot's skirt – the was wearing a skirt that day – and pulled down his white, lacy underwear, tossing it somewhere over his shoulder. The effeminate man felt his whole body throb with want. Fumbling, he sat up and yanked off the rest of his clothing, kissing Bankotsu desperately. Once he was done divesting himself, he started on the younger man's clothes. Within minutes, they were both completely naked and writhing against each other, bucking their hips wildly as their mouths merged and meshed. Jakotsu shivered as strong, calloused hands traced lightly over his body, teasing little whimpers and moans from him as they mapped out every curve and rippling muscle.
"Ba-Bankotsu…feels good." The younger man now moved his hands to pinch and roll the other's nipples. "Ah!" He gasped as Bankotsu teased those over-sensitized buds. The long-haired man grinned and licked a long line up the center of his lover's stomach and chest. Then, he ducked and pressed his tongue against his puckered, pink entrance, massaging. "AH!" the shriek that Jakotsu let out was positively inhuman as he flung his head back, arching. "Please! D-d-don't tease!" he keened. The younger shoved his tongue into that entrance, hands clamping around his older lover's waist to keep him still. After a bit of that, he withdrew, smirking when the transvestite grabbed his hand and began to lave his fingers with hi tongue despite the bottle of lube just a mere arm's length away in the nightstand drawer. He sucked enthusiastically on the man's fingers, whimpering when they were pulled away.
"Don't worry, you'll like this," Bankotsu purred, pushing the first digit in. Jakotsu arched, thrusting his hips back against him. Eagerly, the younger added a second, beginning to scissor them. "Is it good?"
"Good! Good! Oh, God, yes!"
"So wanton, my love."
"Take me, Nii-chan!"
"Gladly." He added a third finger, not even having to search to rub it up against that spot inside his lover that made him howl with pleasure.
"Now! Please!" he panted, his chest heaving with passion. And who was Bankotsu to deny him? He removed his fingers and lined up his weeping arousal. In one, smooth thrust, he completely impaled the slightly taller man, who arched and moaned, tightening his legs around his waist. "Move!" he begged, and again, Bankotsu obliged, drawing out and pushing back in with hard, fast thrusts.
InuYasha covered his ears, but he couldn't block the sounds out. Jakotsu was practically screaming – no doubt everyone could hear them, though most people could put in head-phones and ignore it. InuYasha doubted that would help much, even if he had headphones to put in. Bankotsu was grunting and sweet-talking him through panting breaths. And he could hear the slapping of skin on skin and the creaking the of the bed and the head board banging against the wall. The image of Sesshoumaru looming over him, pounding him into the mattress, arose unbidden in his mind and his body immediately reacted. Shit. This isn't good, he thought. Why did I think of that now, after all this time? Though he knew why. He could still smell his brother on his clothes, even if the scent was stale. He'd just felt his body heat, his aura, his arms. He'd heard his voice, smelled his scent. It was all too fresh in his memory and it was driving him insane as the memories of their blissful week together worked him into a state of heavy arousal. In his private fantasy, it wasn't Jakotsu screaming Bankotsu's name but rather him screaming his brother's. In his mind, their bodies were moving and arching with each other perfectly, fitting into each other like puzzle-pieces. Sesshoumaru was deep inside of him, relentlessly pounding into him while whispering about how good it felt and how much he loved him. Those words Sesshoumaru never really said. Moaning, InuYasha grabbed his red, leather pants and shoved them down. Hastily, he flipped over onto his stomach, pressed his face into the pillow and pushed two fingers into his throbbing hole. A groan escaped him. It felt nothing like Sesshoumaru. He wrapped his free hand around himself. He was so much more calloused than his brother. The difference was astonishing, and Sesshoumaru was just better at it than he was.
"Agh! S-S-Sesshoumaru!" he cried as he came, spasms running through his body. He collapsed, quivering. How long has it been, he mused, since I've done that? Then, he noticed he'd forgotten to take his necklace off for his little jacking-off session. Great…Sesshoumaru felt that…He moaned for a different reason now and opted to go to sleep instead of deal with thinking about it. It wasn't like he'd ever hear from his brother again, anyways.
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