Past Lives, Current Conflictions

Chapter 13: Sesshomaru, Past or Present? Part 2



He moaned into his pillow upon consciousness, cracking his eyes open in anticipation of the harsh morning light pouring in from his window. A tongue curling yawn rolled past his lips as he pulled himself up into a sitting position, only vacantly aware of his surroundings.



A few moments passed before his brain processed that he was alone in bed, his shirt missing but his pants still on, zipped up but not buttoned, looking as if they'd been done up after...

Just what the hell had happened between the demon soul inside him and his little brother after he’d panicked in the shower and gave up control?



He shook his head of the familiar feeling of anger, hurt and jealousy, and gathered his towel and scrub for the shower. He didn't bother pulling on a shirt, or righting the jeans that clung to his hips. Trudging sleepily to the bathroom, Sesshomaru stopped short in front of Inuyasha's room, willing himself half-heartily to continue on into the bathroom and to not even think of turning around and peering into the hanyou's room as had become custom for the past several years...



Unfortunately, his rational mind lost to what the rest of him wanted.



Acting against his better, dimmer, and more than stubborn judgment, the youkai turned his head, eyes skittering directly to the bed where he knew his brother would still be slumbering in. A warm glow overtook his body as he smiled softly at the serene display, leaning against the doorframe. The hanyou really could be cute sometimes. Especially when he wasn't running that gob of his.



And then the half-demon rolled over, the sheets attempting to adjust to the sudden change, before apparently giving up with following the abrupt pull, and falling away from the warm body they encompassed, revealing a broad expanse of back, down to narrow hips... and just the inkling stretch of two taut mounds...



Inuyasha was completely naked beneath those blankets, the demon suddenly realized.

Sesshomaru's breath slowly, almost unnoticeably, quickened as he let his eyes wander, visually feeling the supple skin presented before him. His heart also picked up pace and thumped against his chest increasing the warmth throughout his body.



He couldn't help it then, and he didn't really even notice that he began walking toward the sleeping hanyou, the door shutting behind him with a soft click. And then there he was, standing over the unaware figure that was lightly snoring against his pillow, ears swiveling every so often with whatever dream he was stuck in.



“Inuyasha...” he whispered, marveling in the younger one’s beauty.



Within moments Sesshomaru’s fingers moved to his own hips, brushing one side of his pants to the side, being just enough to loosen them completely, and letting them fall to the floor silently. The next moment he was crawling into Inuyasha’s bed, slipping himself beneath the only sheet still remaining on the bed.



Gods, he could feel the warmth radiating from the body in front of his, the demon moaned to himself, licking his lips when he saw shoulder blades glide beneath soft skin as Inuyasha stretched, slowly coming to consciousness. Sesshomaru coaxed the half-demon to wake up faster by softly caressing along the outer side of Inuyasha's arm. A shiver and yawned groan emitted from the younger inu before the half-demon blinked, turning around to see what had just touched him.



When he did, his eyes nearly fell out of their sockets.



Jolting into a sitting position, Inuyasha made various clicking and breath catching sounds, freaking out further when he realized his sibling was naked and in the same bed, causing Sesshomaru to merely smirk at how panicky the other was after just waking up. At least, however, the clicking noises had ceased in lieu of a jumble of somewhat tangible words when his little brother then noticed he himself was also naked.



After his nearly regular morning panic attack, the half-demon simmered, eyes wearily looking at his brother who in turn was fixated on the hanyou's chest, more specifically the little pink buds on either pectoral. Inuyasha's eyes narrowed then, studying the others entranced face a little closer.



"...Lord... Sesshomaru?" the hanyou asked suspiciously, carefully. "Look your mate's not coming out today, Lord Sesshomaru..."



Sesshomaru came to at that moment, startled when their eyes met but found he was unable to form any words to reply, his mind though clearly screaming, Hell no! I'm me, not that asshole!



So caught up in his battling emotions, the demon completely missed the rest of his brother's passionate declaration. "So since he isn't coming out, you should just get whatever you thought was gonna happen here OUT of your mind, cause it ain't!"



When Sesshomaru focused back on the conversation at hand, his brother's lips were pressed tightly together, a firm expression upon his face, as if... somehow determined that something would happen his way.



Sesshomaru eyes narrowed. Did the stupid hanyou HOPE that bastard of an alter ego would come out? Is that what he was so determined would happen? Would he rather not think of his own brother touching him like said brother wanted to do right now? Just how many times had that bastard, Lord Stick up My Ass, touched HIS sibling?! And how many times had Inuyasha LET him!?!!



Immediately incensed at just the thought of someone else, let alone his alter ego, touching what wasn’t theirs, Sesshomaru pushed the hanyou back into the mattress, one hand pinning a shoulder down, while the other slipped beneath the thin sheet to grasp the hanyou’s limp member, his lips firmly attaching themselves to the surprised ones beneath his.



Inuyasha gasped in shock, giving Sesshomaru immediate access to the recesses of his mouth. His tongue darted in, exploring every crevice. The hanyou blushed, eyes snapping shut as he tried pushing back the feelings and affects the others body and mouth were causing him to experience, enjoying it underneath everything else, regardless of whether it was the ancient demon or his sibling. One of his hands maneuvered down past his hips to hover above the one on his groin, unsure of whether he wanted to rip the hand away or press it closer to himself.



The demon smirked when his sibling's hand encompassed his own, choosing, it seemed, to move and encourage the others touches. Pressing his mouth and nose into the others neck and lavishing sloppy, wet kisses along the column of flesh, Sesshomaru vowed then and there he would not allow his little brother's mind to wonder whether it was he or the damnable demon lord that brought him pleasure this time... He vowed he would make it known it was indeed he that brought his sibling to new heights of pleasure where Inuyasha's innocence would not exist.



 

Chapter end.