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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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The knowledge of scents was unconscious wisdom, and a great advantage. Sesshomaru was hunting, but not to kill. Wet green leaves stuck to his skin as he walked through the pathless forest. He took off his sopping kimono and undershirt and left his armor with Jakin and Rin, because after four days of non-stop rain it was annoying to feel it stick to his skin. It was bothersome to feel the wetness make the usual smooth interactions between skin and clothes feel as if force was applied. He was secretly pleased that it was easy to find his brother and the little company that followed him. It was on the road to the village actually, and Inuyasha had the advantage of scent in the wind. His little brother prickled with a raised guard drew his sword and wisely waited to see if Sesshomaru would attack.
He wouldn’t. He only wanted to watch, because watching sometimes gave more information than killing. Although killing usually gave knowledge, power, and self satisfaction; three things he liked. It was a trade off this time. Watching was simply more useful to his current situation.
Inuyasha was close by. He had gone into the woods by himself, and Sesshomaru knew why. He knew why because in this case watching gave him a fraction of the knowledge he needed. He didn’t understand the reason behind that fraction, but he was sure it would come forth soon.
There were things about his little brother that Sesshomaru knew and no one else in the world did. One of those things was that he had a secret love of heart nuts, and heart nuts grew in the forest that the villagers named after him in a warning of his infamous self. Sesshomaru deduced that Inuyasha was probably foraging for the earthy nuts when he found out about the sacred jewel and got involved with a messy power hungry affair that ended up showing his unadulterated frailty.
In Sesshomaru’s experience the quest for power should never demean oneself. However Sesshomaru was in the general opinion that he was much smarter than Inuyasha, and not just because Inuyasha was a half breed.
Sesshomaru felt something wet drip down onto his forehead. Glancing up he could see gray skies peeking through the green of the summer trees. Another raindrop hit him, this time on his cheek. The rain was so calm, warm really. It made him feel good about what he was going to do; solving this mystery and making his life easier. Good about uncovering a means to burnish buried memories out of his mind.
The wind changed, and with it the fresh scent of his brother came rushing. There was always something about Inuyasha that was hurried, and his scent was no exception. He smelled like impatience and the breeze off of a stormy ocean. Turning to his left away from the village Sesshomaru followed feeling the scent of impatient things tingle under his skin.
It continued to rain.

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The rain was nothing. Inuyasha only felt it collect in his hair and on the parts of him that weren’t covered in the Robe of the Fire Rat. By its nature the garment evaporated the water away leaving little steam trails traveling back up from the raindrop’s path.
Kagome always yelled at him to stay out of trees in storms. She was afraid of him being hit by lightening. It was endearing that she thought to say those things. It was a loving gesture; Inuyasha wanted to reciprocate that. He wanted to somehow miraculously show her his feelings.
And that felt like a task even more impossible than killing Naraku.
Slouching down in a sturdy branch Inuyasha sighed. He had been trying to say it again today. Trying to tell her what was inside. No matter what he always seemed to sabotage himself. Every time he tried to tell Kagome his feelings something would slip out and a fight would ensue between them. Today it had just felt so right. It had felt like his lucky day. Pah! Kami forbid that ever happen!
Today he got the closest he ever got to kissing her, really kissing her; not just her actions to restore his sanity after his demon blood took over. Today he got close enough to feel her breath against his face. Today he got close to that mutual point of affection. One point where both of them wanted it, where both of them admitted the truth of their feelings, was all that he wanted.
He was smoldering in his mistakes again. His mistakes always seemed to be blazing catastrophes. Kagome called him insensitive and paranoid when he knocked her over drawing tetsusaiga when he thought he smelled his brother in the air. Miroku and Sango accused him of being wishy-washy, and Shippo tried to defend Kagome by barraging Inuyasha with a million little toys.
Inuyasha was not anything that they assumed.
He was honest when he asked Miroku what he thought Kagome might like best. He was honest when he inquired about her favorite flower from Sango and then went out of his way to deliver it. He was honest when he asked Kagome’s little brother how men in her world courted females.
Something inside of Inuyasha had grappled its way from his heart to his throat when he was around her. He had been so close today…
And then Sesshomaru interrupted it.
Damn it why did Sesshomaru always come between Inuyasha and everything?
Now the prick was invading his love life. Except that statement was untrue on two levels. The first was that Sesshomaru was off doing whatever it was Sesshomaru did; presumably stepping over the corpses of other demons. He was definitely not trying to sabotage Inuyasha’s attempts at romance. Two: there was, as of yet, no love life to speak of. Sure Kagome kissed him a few times, but that was under duress when their lives were in danger. Loyalty between friends and comrades was not the same as love.
Kagome got embarrassed talking about those moments, and Inuyasha was afraid to ask if they meant anything.
His heart beat as if he was making loud declarations of love and affection while his mouth stumbled and he became mute or worse. Worse was when he said brash things to hide his fear. That technique was very effective while battling demons and a lot less so when battling his feelings of shame and awkwardness.
Shifting against the tree Inuyasha pulled his limbs closer to his body so that the tension of his knees to his chest actually strained the back of his legs. He hugged his knees as if they were pieces of wood floating in a lake and he was afraid of drowning.
He couldn’t smell his friends from here. It was the rain.
One time he asked Kagome why rain drove away other scents. He thought she would know because knowledge in her world seemed very different than knowledge in his. Kagome said it was science. He didn’t understand what science was, and neither did anyone else; so she made up an explanation.
Kagome’s eyes lit up with creativity and she pointed one beautiful finger, which was calloused from practicing with her bow everyday, to the heavens. It was as if she expected the gods themselves to inspire and endorse her story. Then she proceeded to tell all who could hear that rain and scents were just really small warriors, so small that no one alive could see their true forms.
She proclaimed that when it rained the rain warriors clumped together in the heavens to produce battalions of raindrops. She swore by the sap of the sacred tree that they were pure and cleansing, and that the scent warriors did not make their armies the same as rain. This was because there were so many kinds of scents. They split into factions and didn’t fight together. When it rained it was a clash of mighty warriors and that the rain almost always won because they were sent from the gods.
Inuyasha didn’t ask her what the real reason was because everyone in hearing distance commended her storytelling. It even got them a free meal that day. Even though the story was made up Inuyasha was happy for a more honest way than the way they usually got meals: through Miroku’s little deceits about exorcising invisible demons or helping cure someone’s “bad humors”.
He wished it would stop raining. It had been raining for a little under a week with sparse breaks that never had the warm rays of sunshine in them. He didn’t like rain for a few reasons that were deeply embedded into his psyche through experience and strife. One was that it was frustrating. He couldn’t smell friend or foe unless it was overwhelming. That had been particularly dangerous when he was younger, and he learned to hide by rolling in mud and crawling deep in caves.
Ironically it was Sesshomaru who taught him that, but as an adult Inuyasha had no idea what would have prompted that kind of lesson from his older brother. Somewhere deep in the recesses of childhood memories he watched the entrance of a small cave muddy and cradled in his brother’s equally dirty arms. Inuyasha wondered if it was a false memory. The Sesshomaru who tried to kill him and take tetsusaiga had no reason to hide from anyone.
The Sesshomaru who was spending a lot of time eating up the background thoughts of Inuyasha's mind was far too snooty to roll around in mud.
Another reason he detested rain was that when it rained too much and the lands flooded, people drowned and fields went foul with their rotting bodies. That didn’t happen very often, and he could remember one time. It was shortly after Inuyasha was left to fend for himself, the last cruel lesson Sesshomaru gave him. Inuyasha nearly starved, along with hundreds of other humans who managed to survive the rain, from the famine that followed.
It was also particularly irritable that it was raining today, because whenever he did something wrong Kagome soured toward him and he bristled in defense. Usually they fought. Today, well recently, Inuyasha was trying a new tactic.
Sango suggested that he let her ‘rest’ and that he should try to ‘rest’ too. She tried to be nice in explaining that their temperaments were both of a fiery nature. When they fought they scorched everything around them.
And that was why Inuyasha was in the rain rather than in a cozy hut enjoying the amazing noodles that Kagome brought from her home like all of his friends.
The battle for a woman’s heart was challenging for sure.
The steady dripping of the rain was joined by a soft thunk, and then another, and another. Inuyasha felt this pelting of something small and solid against his right side. It wasn’t annoying yet and he thought it might be rodents dropping nuts from the trees. Uncurling himself Inuyasha let his limbs relax. Something his side again and then one of the offending objects landed in his lap. He picked it up looking at the hard brown shell. It was cracked a little and he could see the meat of the heart nut lodged inside. It was shaped perfectly with a valley cresting over two beautiful humps and dripping down into a smooth tip.
Turning the nut over in his hands Inuyasha carefully pried open the rest of the shell. He loved these nuts. Once open he grabbed the soft part of the nut and plopped it in his mouth. He could barely remember the first time he found them. He had been really young and he remembered bringing armfuls of them to someone so that they could be pried open and he could feast on the sweetness inside. He thought it might have been his mother who cracked open the shells for him. The images of his memory were fuzzy, and he didn’t think that his mother ever wore white like the person who handed over the broken shells to him.
More of them hit his side and Inuyasha deduced that someone had to be throwing them at him. They weren’t being thrown hard though and he ignored the offender refusing to acknowledge someone who was throwing perfectly good food at him.
It wasn’t Shippo, because the kit threw things at Inuyasha a lot. Shippo’s style was usually a deluge of items thrown with vigor. Kagome rarely threw things at him; however, when she did it was with enough force that if he was human they might have caused serious injury. Miroku wasn’t the kind to throw things, and Sango only threw her weapon.
Another nut landed in his lap and he broke that one open to feast as well. But it was annoying that the steady pelting wasn’t going away. Inuyasha chewed his food then supposed he could look over his shoulder to see what creature was aggravating him so. He bet the culprits were the village children playing with their slingshots.
Inuyasha had been a target for them many times, because the children of Kaede’s village thought he was the only demon in the world that wouldn’t attack them. So they pretended that they were demon hunters, and he was their prey.
Kagome hated it and Inuyasha felt his heart swell when she chided the children for their behavior and defended him to the adults. The adults in the village claimed their children were doing nothing wrong. In fact, when playing this game ‘with’ Inuyasha their children were learning valuable lessons in bravery. They said it taught their boys how to protect their families, and it was good for the little girls to know how to fight for their honor.
“Inuyasha.” The voice nearly made Inuyasha drop from his branch. Looking down to the forest floor he was surprised and a little frightened to see his brother standing looking up at him hair soaking wet from the rain. Sesshomaru lifted his arm and Inuyasha prepared to run, but the only thing that happened was that Sesshomaru threw a heart nut square into the middle of Inuyasha’s forehead knocking him out of the tree.
Inuyasha fell from the tree and was immediately covered by his brother’s warm body. Hitting the ground wasn’t as painful as he thought it would be from that height. He kept his eyes closed for a moment and tried not to be terrified. There was always something frightening about Sesshomaru. Inuyasha put on his brave face again and opened his eyes only to loose his breath as Sesshomaru lay completely over him pushing his face, complete with a mouth full of deadly toxins and fangs, into Inuyasha’s hair.
“Um…” Inuyasha didn’t know what to do except for be befuddled and flustered. He tried to push Sesshomaru off of him but his hands slid against wet skin and hair.
“Stay still.” Sesshomaru said, but he whispered and grabbed onto Inuyasha as if cuddling on the forest floor was completely within his nature.
“Like hell! Get offa me!” Inuyasha struggled but only managed to make things worse. It made things worse because struggling made him realize that his brother was only half dressed. It also made things worse because he had Sesshomaru’s hair in his face and it tickled but he wasn’t able to bring his arms up to rub away the offending locks because of the way that Sesshomaru was holding him. And Sesshomaru was growling as if threatening to chew and chomp his way into Inuyasha’s flesh if he didn’t submit.
It was a workout trying to get the demon to move and Inuyasha soon relinquished his attempts at escaping. When he stopped moving and just lay under Sesshomaru, listening to the sound of Sesshomaru’s breath, feeling his heart beat, and smelling Sesshomaru. For the first time Inuyasha noticed that without terror his brother smelled really good. His scent was warming, and it made Inuyasha blush with its delicate nature. Sesshomaru smelled sensual, sexual.
Inuyasha turned his face away from his brother to try to smell something else. The dirt… or the rain again. His sinuses were inundated with Sesshomaru, his heart was racing, his body becoming aroused. He smelled better than Kagome did when she was touching herself and didn’t think anyone else knew.
This was wrong.
Inuyasha thought he had to be dreaming.
“We have a problem.” Sesshomaru whispered into his hair.
“We only have two problems,” Inuyasha retorted, “You are obsessed with tetsusaiga, and you are smothering me.”
Sesshomaru sat up which should have solved one of the problems, except now Inuyasha could feel the firm curve of Sesshomaru’s bottom right on his lap. He tried to scramble out from under Sesshomaru before his brother could realize that he was aroused. Inuyasha felt his cock swell more at the pressure. Wrong, wrong… he chanted in his head. Sesshomaru pinned him down by putting one deadly clawed hand around his neck.
Closing his eyes, Inuyasha tried to block his embarrassment.
“You are having difficulty convincing the young priestess to mate with you, and that annoys me.” Sesshomaru stated not giving any indication that he was aware of Inuyasha’s mortifying reaction. His words were humiliating on a completely different level. Inuyasha growled and tried to sit up but only choked himself.
“You’re an asshole. Leave me alone.” Inuyasha tried removing Sesshomaru’s hand by clawing at his arm, and although he did draw blood, Sesshomaru acted as if it was nothing. Giving up on that route Inuyasha tried Sesshomaru’s sides.
“You know I don’t have to let you keep your arms to solve this problem.” Sesshomaru growled and dug his claws into Inuyasha’s throat. Inuyasha let go trying to find a place for his hands other than settling them on Sesshomaru’s hips, which seemed like quite a good and very wrong idea.
“What’s it to you?” Inuyasha finally asked. There was no way around acknowledging Sesshomaru’s words, not if he wanted to be let up anytime soon.
“If you don’t mate with her soon, you will become weak and die. And that, little brother is unacceptable. I am the only one allowed to slay you.” Sesshomaru claimed and sounded very self assured and mighty. “I am going to help you survive so that I can take your life.”
“As if you would know anything about Kagome,” Inuyasha huffed finally crossing his arms over his chest and looking defiantly at his brother. He completely ignored anything about Sesshomaru killing him because he suspected that as long as they held their father’s swords no such thing would happen. Plus he thought Sesshomaru was bluffing. Sesshomaru smiled, it was a look that proclaimed his amusement, and announced Inuyasha’s renewed fear.
Before he knew it Sesshomaru was leaning over face to face with him.
“I may not know her, but surely you don’t think I am so… uncouth as to not know about women.” Sesshomaru’s lips brushed against his cheek. His breath tickled Inuyasha’s face. “And I do know a lot about you, little brother.” His words culminated in an unexpectedly not venomous or deadly in any way, kiss.
Freezing up Inuyasha didn’t know what else to do but let Sesshomaru press their lips together, to plunge his tongue into Inuyasha’s mouth.

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