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Collision	By : AikawaAkihiko Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 42769 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 16
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA AND MAKE NO MONEY FROM THIS STORY

Chapter List
- 1-Collision
- 2-Pain
- 3-Hide
- 4-Unmask
- 5-Interloper
- 6-Restore
- 7-Settle
- 8-Declare
- 9-Embrace
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A/N: If you want more in in between chapters, you should check out my Inu/Kog story. I am trying finish that up, so I would love to hear your feedback on it!
Chapter 2- Pain
Inuyasha found himself thrown back into the water. He sputtered and splashed, gasping for air as he broke the water and tried to get some distance between he and his enraged brother.
“I didn’t,” He sputtered, “I didn’t do anything! No!”
Inuyasha screamed in agony as Sesshoumaru swiped his claws, dripping with his acid green poison, across his face. He dove into the water, the acid feeling like liquid fire as the pain spread quickly through the nerves of his face. The water did nothing for the pain, as he desperately tried to scrub it out before it could spread and eat away at his flesh.
With one hand, he held the side of his face as he finally found his footing in the silting sand and tried to make his way to the grass. The other he used to hike his hakama up from around his knees. His legs trembled beneath him and threatened to give way after the brutal pounding he had just received.
Sesshoumaru would not let up, however. Faster than Inuyasha could blink, his brother had placed himself in front of him, standing over his Tetsusaiga, with a snarl on his face.
“How dare you!” he roared back-handing the hanyou, “How dare you!” he grabbed a fist full of the half-breed’s, no doubt, flea infested mane and pulled hard, placing his face inches from his own, “You have destroyed everything! I am stuck toting around some animal as my mate for the rest of my life!”
The pain in his scalp and the busted lip were nothing compared to the flame of pain that sparked in his chest. He had always refused to acknowledge that part of him that still bled at the cruel words of his brother, but that pain, combined with his new found uke nature, left him raw. His instincts were reeling, crushed that he was displeasing his mate and urged him to bow and submit to anything that would make him happy.
He had a feeling that if he had been full demon, his youkai would have him crawling on his belly right now. His instincts were no less powerful but he did not have an inner youkai that could take over an act in his place like Sesshoumaru did, considering his unwilling actions earlier, he did not see how there was much of a difference.
Sesshoumaru released the hanyou’s hair, fully sickened by the sight of him. The beast had ruined him. It was apparently not enough to be born and sully the name of the Great Inu no Taisho with his filthy ningen blood, now the half-breed had to worm his way into his life.
He growled at the thought that his little brother had let this happen. Sesshoumaru had not been in his full faculties, ruled by his hormonal and ferial youkai, but his brother… The whelp had proven time and again, much to his chagrin, that he was not so easily defeated. He was no weakling. Sesshoumaru may not have been in full control, but the mutt could have fought him off. Admittedly, in his youkai state it would have been a bit harder to do so, but judging by his unmarked person, the hanyou had not even tried.
Sesshoumaru had no way of knowing that his baby brother had been just as incapacitated as he had been at the time. Finding out one’s status as an uke was only possible upon their first heat, and Sesshoumaru was not known for his eager interest of the goings on of the hanyou’s life. In the moment, he was much too livid to take notice of the hanyou’s unusually submissive gestures and docile demeanor.
Sesshoumaru wanted to wash his hands of the whole situation. As far as he was concerned, it was between this was between his inner youkai and Inuyasha. This debacle was simply foisted upon him be the two beasts, his youkai leaving him with the consequences and responsibility. Therefore he neither had to accept it or like it.
As disgusted as the situation made him, he had a duty now. His youkai was now tied to one that bore his mark and his instincts would start to make themselves known. Even now, he could feel his youkai snarling in fury over his treatment of the mangy cur. He curled his lip in a sneer of disgust.
Inuyasha was his mate and as such he would need to do… mately… things for him. For starters, the hanyou would now have to be by his side. There would be no more of his traipsing around the Japanese countryside, wandering from place to place with no true goal and no purpose… unless, of course, he was accompanying Sesshoumaru when he was doing it.
He had to protect his mate. His scent was imprinted on his very mind. The musk that belonged to only his mate could now be distinguished from all others in the event that he would need to find him. He would begin to feel possessive and jealous around others of worthy stock, his instincts screaming to make sure his mate is not snatched away by another. However, he would fight it. He would rather run himself through with his own sword than act the mindless lust-soaked animal over a hanyou!
Secondly, he had to provide for his mate’s needs. That did not mean the youkai prince would be waiting on the beast hand and foot. No, it meant that Inuyasha would be sheltered and fed, his basic needs to live would now be met to the best of the seme’s ability. As far as Sesshoumaru was concerned, he would get nothing more from him. The hanyou had known what he was getting himself into when he had foolishly allowed himself to be taken by his youkai.
Sesshoumaru growled commandingly, signaling that he was leaving and the hanyou had better follow… or else. He took no heed of the hanyou as he hurriedly secured his hakama about his hips. He scrambled to find his hitoe and sword before the youkai disappeared in the forest in the horizon. He did not want to think of the consequences if he made Sesshoumaru have to back to see what was taking so long.
Sesshoumaru ignored all of this, secure that his mate would follow with the confidence of one who was used to having his orders followed post haste, and lost himself in thought, his nose guiding him without need for conscious thought to where Jaken had set up camp to await his return.
How would his subjects take the news? He was certainly not the only youkai to detest hanyou filth, but would they dare snub his mate? He was sure they would question his sanity for “choosing” a hanyou, but he could never admit that he had lost control to his demon. He would surely appear weak, unable to wield control of himself, let alone a kingdom. What would they say if he told them his youkai had chosen the hanyou as worthy of him? It would only seem as if the youkai was so weak as to be a match for the weakness of a hanyou. He would have to come up with a suitable story for the advisors on why he would do something.
Did that mean that he was in fact weak? He mentally scoffed at the very idea. Of course not! As grudging as it was, he had to admit that Inuyasha was no weakling physically. That strength was probably what attracted his youkai, though… he did not recall his youkai witnessing any feats of strength back there... It did not matter, he decided. Inuyasha was still weak. He was born of weakness and thus weakness was bred into him. In this way, it did not reflect upon Sesshoumaru.
Yes that was what he would need to tell the council. Inuyasha was strong and therefore worthy; a son whose physical power was worthy of the Great Inu-no-Taisho, and therefore worthy of him.
He ignored the presence of his brother catching up to him as he entered the darkened shadows of the forest.
~*~
Shippo stared wide eyed after Inuyasha’s retreating back. Inuyasha had taught him how to track on day one of their travels, so he was not worried about the hanyou leaving him behind. No, he had more important things on his mind.
He had hidden really well, just like Inuyasha had told him to, the tall grasses providing the perfect place to watch Inuyasha kick butt while staying safe himself. That had not been what he had seen.
He could not believe it when it turned out to be Sesshoumaru. Just their luck! Inuyasha hated Sesshoumaru because the older youkai was really, really mean to him.
He did not smell the same and he had not recognized the scent. He had been worried for Inuyasha. Though he would always beat back the older youkai, the hanyou would not always come away from the fights fully intact. He did not want Inuyasha to be hurt. He also could see that Sesshoumaru was not his normal self.
The sharp whine Inuyasha had given when a wave of Sesshoumaru’s youkai had spread through the area had stunned him. It was one of submission, in a language all canines and canine youkai could understand instinctually. He had no problem understanding what was going on with the pair; it was all natural reactions.
He had, however, been shocked to his core by what happened at the end. He had never seen such violence done to one’s mate. He had hardly gotten over his shock that Inuyasha had just been mated, when the youkai prince had erupted into violence.
He had seen his parents mate on numerous occasions growing up. They had lived all together in a small, single chamber, earthen den, so it could hardly be avoided. Some nights he would be awoken by the grunts and sighs of his parents and would simply roll over to settle himself more comfortably in his bed of furs. It was simply a thing that parents did, like teach him how to use his kitsune tricks or discuss important and boring things he did not care about (Inuyasha, Kagome, Sango, and Miroku had done a lot of that too!).
But it had always been loving, or at least mundane. He had had no concept of someone treating their mate in such away. He knew the world was a very dangerous and violent place (who wouldn’t realize that, after having seen someone kill their father and wear his pelts?), but true violence had never been something that happened between mated pairs.
Poor Inuyasha! Myouga had explained it to both of them: once Inuyasha was mated, he was stuck with the seme who claimed him.
Shippo debated with himself on what he should do. On one hand he thought that he maybe should go back to Sango and Miroku. Maybe they could help Inuyasha out. Maybe they could be around to protect Inuyasha, since Inuyasha was trapped in a submissive role and could not go against his seme.
But then, what could they really do? At his young age, he did not understand why humans and youkai despised each other, but he was indeed conscious of the differences between them. They would be no match against Sesshoumaru, who was more powerful than most youkai, let alone ningen. Also, Miroku and Sango had mated and settled down. He knew they would come to Inuyasha’s aid without question, but he also knew that Sango had just been pupped the last time they had visited. She would be even more unable to assist Inuyasha.
On the other hand, Shippo wanted to go to Inuyasha. He knew there was not much that could be done for Inuyasha; Sesshoumaru was his seme. Inuyasha had become like a father to him. He wanted to be there for him, sure, but he needed his new father as well. He did not want to be separated from him.
The decision made, he jumped through the tall, thick reeds and grasses, and followed after the mated pair. He would do anything he could to help Inuyasha. He promised himself that he would be on his best behavior for the hanyou, and try not to whine as Inuyasha so often accused him of doing.
He caught up to Inuyasha just as he reached the tree line of the forest. With a final jump, he bounded atop the hanyou’s shoulder, careful to pick the side that was unwounded by the still sensitive, but already sealed mating mark. Knowing that his words would be unwelcome in this solemn procession, Shippo nuzzled Inuyasha’s cheek in comfort and affection.
They had only recently reached the place in their relationship where they performed such physical displays of their growing connection to each other. He loved it when Inuyasha ruffled his hair and almost looked forward to bed time when he would snuggle up on Inuyasha’s chest, resting his head under his chin and feel himself wrapped in the inu’s strong arms.
It seemed to have been the right thing to do, as Inuyasha tilted his head into the touch and raised his hand to pet the young kit in thanks.
~*~
The trio arrived at the clearing, where Jaken had been camped for the past few days while his master had gone off in a frenzied search for someone to sate his heat induced urges, late in the evening. They had been silent the entire journey, the older youkai completely ignoring the fact that there were two others accompanying him and never stopping once, either for food or other needs, simply intent on getting to where he was going.
The kappa had immediately set upon Sesshoumaru as he entered the clearing, disturbing the dozing dragon that usually traveled with his brother, with his squawking.
“Sesshoumaru-sama! You’re back!” he screeched excitedly. He knew from experience not to ask questions about his activities while gone. He would only be answered with a quick kick to the head. He had not needed to, however, as almost immediately after, that lowly hanyou that dared blend his master’s pure blood with human mud walked into the clearing behind him.
“Wak!” he squealed, “What is that filth doing here?”
His only reply was a small stone being belted at his head.
“Sit,” Sesshoumaru ordered the hanyou coldly, his stone-faced mask firmly back in place after hours of brisk walking to calm back into control of himself.
Inuyasha sat gingerly, stifling a moan and perching himself on the edge of the clearing against a tree. His backside was still very sore from the rough treatment of the mating, and the constant walking since had only exacerbated the problem.
He leaned back against the rough bark, almost sobbing in relief at finally being off of his feet. He was so tired. The mating had taken a lot out of him, as well as the emotional upheaval in the aftermath. He daren’t succumb to it, though. He had no idea what Sesshoumaru would do now. He had to make sure Shippo was safe from the older youkai as well as make sure he was not an easy target for the demon’s ire.
He waited until the inu youkai had settled by the fire, far away from him. The kappa sent glares at him every few minutes, filled with a mix of disgust and curiosity, but Sesshoumaru explained nothing to the little demon. After Jaken had fallen asleep against the small dragon, as evidenced by the loud snoring, Inuyasha waited for the older youkai to follow him into slumber. He fought hard against sleep, not feeling safe until the youkai was unconscious as well. His head jerked every few minutes, his eyes snapping open when they had fell to the allure of sleep. Finally, he had no choice but to succumb; it seemed the youkai prince did not sleep, as he continued to stare blankly in front of him long after the rest of camp drifted off.
~*~
Inuyasha woke up the next day and refused to open his eyes. The moment he was conscious, his mind had been assailed by the vivid memory of the events of the day before. If he did not open his eyes, he could continue to pretend it had all just been one horrific nightmare.
Shippo squirmed where he was laid out on his chest, his head tucked under the hanyou’s chin. Inuyasha smoothed his hand down the kit’s small back, a move he had learned soothed the restless child on their travels.
With a silent shaky breath, he opened his eyes.
It was real. No matter how much he did not want to be so.
He had been able to distract himself from the doom of his impending life yesterday with random and neutral thoughts, thoughts that had lasted him through the long walk without him ever having to think about the dread that was held just out of his conscious mind’s reach.
That was not the case now. Now, his life as his conceited and spiteful older brother’s bitch was beginning its first full day.
His brother was standing over him, looking at him with cold, blank eyes. Apparently he had been about to wake him. Inuyasha was grateful he had not had the chance. He could well imagine what his older brother would consider the proper way to wake him up. Instead, the Western Lord simply turned and walked through the clearing and into the surrounding forest.
“Well! Get up you lazy beast!” Jaken screeched at him from the other side of the fire. With that he took the reins of the dragon and scurried after Sesshoumaru.
Inuyasha cursed under his breath. He knew he could easily follow the small band of youkai, but he knew that any delay would get him another beating like yesterday. He stood slowly, careful not to jostle and therefore wake Shippo, but also feeling strangely weighed down, as if his robes were waterlogged.
By late afternoon, the group had not stopped. Inuyasha’s legs were even more tired and sore after yesterday’s journey. The day’s trek had also given him time to catalogue the various scratches and bruises that littered his body from his brother’s rough treatment. The poisoned wounds to his face remained open and throbbing, though he thought he had washed most of the green acid out. Inuyasha did not know why the injuries were still there. Such small hurts were usually healed within a couple of hours.
Still, Inuyasha took little notice of the odd reactions of his body. He had been through so much worse in his life that a few mild discomforts barely registered. Instead he spent the entire journey thinking that he had forgotten something. There was something just out of his reach, some knowledge that was important that he simply could not grasp.
Shippo sat on his shoulder, uncharacteristically silent and leaning on Inuyasha’s head in tired boredom. Usually the kit spent the entire day hopping form his shoulder to the surrounding trees or down to explore on the ground, chattering inanely and incessantly the entire time. It appeared that he too knew who was really in charge in this group and would not risk his wrath.
Shippo’s stomach rumbled. Inuyasha sighed. Sesshoumaru had not let up on his rapid pace of constant walking, and so, he and Shippo had not eaten since the small pheasant they had shared the morning before.
He understood Shippo’s low tolerance for going without, the kit had never gone hungry since the day he had joined Inuyasha and Kagome, and he suspected never before either. He, however, was fine, his body more than used to going without what it needed for long periods of time. As he had done when he was a child, alone and starving, he pushed the hunger away and forced himself not to think of it.
Finally, Sesshoumaru stopped.
“Set up camp, Jaken,” he ordered in an unfeeling monotone.
Inuyasha once again slid down the side of a tree to lean against it wearily. Shippo hopped down to his knee.
“Go get yourself something to eat, Shippo,” Inuyasha said quietly, tiredly, “Remember how I taught you to do it?”
Shippo nodded with wide eyes.
“Why don’t you come with me?” he asked with a concerned look.
“Tired, pup.”
Shippo stared up at him for a minute, before hopping off into the woods.
As soon as he was clear of the camp, the deep demanding voice of the inu youkai sounded.
“Hanyou. Come here,”
Inuyasha’s head whipped around to the place where Sesshoumaru was perched on a fallen log, staring at him with cold golden eyes. He raised his chin in defiance of being ordered around, a reflex remaining from their eternal rivalry. Nonetheless, he shakily rose from the ground and walked closer to the Western prince. He stood, insolent arms crossed and looking the alpha straight in the eyes, in front of him.
Without warning the youkai growled loudly at his defiant display and yanked the hanyou down to his knees before him and wrenching his head back by a handful of his hair, baring his neck. Inuyasha whined submissively against his will, acknowledging his brothers place above him, self-loathing clawing at his insides while doing so.
Seeming to be appeased by the show of submission, Sesshoumaru twisted the hanyou’s head to the side with a hard tug to the hair he still fisted.
“Uuuhgn!” Inuyasha whimpered in pain and shock, as a hot tongue swiped suddenly over the open claw wounds across his cheek.
Sesshoumaru twisted his tongue into the wounds, lapping up the remaining particles of poison from them and imparting the healing properties of his saliva. The hanyou was not healing fast enough. Yet another instance of the detrimental effects of the diluting youkai blood with ningen.
Sesshoumaru’s youkai had been raging both days now and he had fought it with every step. It wanted his mate near him, wanted him healed, pleasured. It had inundated him with dreams the couple of hours he had rested; dreams of the hanyou’s sweet skin and wide eyes. He had woken in a worse mood than when he had fallen asleep.
When he had gone to wake the lowly beast, he had noticed that he had not healed himself in the night. He had stood before him warring with himself on whether to inquire about his health or not. He absolutely refused to be concerned about the brat. Luckily he had woken on his own, his resigned golden gaze breaking his older brother’s attention from within and allowing him to get away from him.
As the sun began dipping below the horizon of trees, and they had set up camp, he noticed that the half-breed was still not healed. His anger at the worthless hanyou had grown as he felt a sliver of concern work its way into his mind.
Now he was healing his brother, licking at the deepest wound to his face and angry that he had not been able to control himself from pampering the mutt. And it was pampering. The hanyou would not die from these injuries, there was no reason to be concerned about him, and yet here he was.
He moved on from his cheek, the deep scratches sealed with pink scars that would fade in a few days. He took the hanyou’s split bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth and laving at the dried blood, the superficial cut healing quickly.
Inuyasha was shocked to say the least. At first he had thought the youkai was going to hurt him again, but grew even more confused when he began to lick and suck at his skin, healing the cuts, scrapes and bruises. He wanted to struggle when his brother ripped open his hitoe and continued to lick at his bruised ribs and chest. The youkai turned him over to swipe at the long claw marks down his back, rubbed raw by his fire-rat robe all day.
He did struggle when the youkai moved lower and grasped the hem of his hakama. The struggle only served to earn him a hard slap to his backside, causing him to yelp and whine and automatically present his rump to the seme. He once again became passively pliant and easily manipulated in the seme’s hands. His hakama was quickly divested after that.
Sesshoumaru’s mouth moved to his hips. They had been heavily bruised, the skin punctured by the youkai’s long sharp claws in his enthusiasm the day before. The marks there took a little longer time to heal as the bruises were deeper. It seemed the prince had to mouth his entire hip area and suck on all of the flesh of his lower cheeks, so covered in bruises they had been.
“Oh Gods!” he groaned. That healing tongue had dipped between the rounded cheeks to the sore, swollen pucker. He licked and sucked at the tender flesh, until Inuyasha wanted to cry in humiliation. He could feel his body react to the stimulation, his hips pumped slightly to shove himself closer to that hot mouth and he could feel his hole began to secrete the lubricating juices in preparation to be taken.
“NNGHN!” he moaned deeply when that tongue wiggled its way past his guardian muscles to lave inside his channel. Hard and aching he spurted his release when the tongue swiped at a specific spot and pleasure burst through his body.
Finally Sesshoumaru was done. He has sufficiently healed the half-breed as well as he could. He refused to acknowledge his very pleased youkai, nor would he recognize any sort of pride at so thoroughly pleasuring his mate in the process.
From his place perched back on the fallen log, he looked down at the debauched looking hanyou on the ground beside him, panting, naked, and covered in sweat, a blush covering his whole body as he covered his face with his hands in humiliation and shame. At least he was a good, responsive bitch.
“Stay,” he commanded, as the hanyou began to shift, looking for his clothes to dress. The hanyou would stay beside him tonight.
A/N: I know some of you are going to be upset that Shippo witnessed them together, but it’s not that big of a deal. He is going to be travelling with them, so it is hardly avoidable if we want to be real about this. It is not all that crazy of an idea. Think of a group of people who live all together in a single place, like a cave or a lodge. People have sex with other people around. It’s just a fact of life for children in such societies. It is only outrageous to us because we come from a society that went through the Victorian era, where it was scandalous to bare one’s ankle! Up until fairly recently in Western history, it was not uncommon for families to live in one room cottages, often sharing beds. So there is your little lesson for the day from your resident History and Anthropology graduate!
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