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A Heat to Overcome	By : Sparrowhawk Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 31291 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or the associated characters, nor do I make any profit from this fanfic. All other characters not associated with the original manga or anime, however, are mine.

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YAY!!!!! Next chapter is finally edited to a point that my inner author will allow me to post it. Took several rounds of editing, but I think I've got it right this time ... exceeeeeept the little bit of editing I'm going to do as I go through it before posting, lol. Anyway, moving on!
Warnings: much fluffliness, many much male/male sex, angst, profanity, distress, cuteness ... and whatever else I may have missed (Hey, I have a cold, give me some slack!).
Chapter Twenty-Six
Inferno
“Sessh, what’s goin’ on?” Inuyasha demanded as soon as the elder inu set him on the bed in their shared chambers and shut the door. “What didja mean by Kagome bein’ a threat?”
Sesshomaru sighed, expression softening as he faced his confused and still notably scared submissive. Figuring it might help to ease his ototo into intimacy, he shed his clothes, watching sadly as the younger inu’s pupils contracted and his breathing sped up. When he was down to his fundoshi, he walked to the bed—a good couple paces from where Inuyasha sat—and climbed onto it to lie against the pillows piled around the top of the mattress. He waited while Inuyasha simply sat there staring at him, mouth hanging open just the tiniest bit and ears laid back. This was not the same kind of perusal he’d experienced in their father’s den. There was no desire in those beautiful golden eyes, only fear. It made Sesshomaru’s heart hurt.
Minutes passed before Inuyasha managed to steady himself and gain back some control over himself and his troubled emotions. “Sessh?”
“Hn?”
He swallowed nervously, but refused to take his eyes from his alpha’s exposed body. The sight was unnerving knowing what he knew now—knowing in less than a day his heat would drive him to either touch or be touched by that very body. He knew well how easy the demon lord would find it to crush him if he so chose. Inuyasha had never been a match for him—neither in physical strength nor in the strength of his youki. And though in his heart he knew that didn’t matter, that his alpha would never hurt him, his mind couldn’t stop thinking about the solid muscles he was seeing and the pain he’d gone through at the hands of his brother before events had drawn them together.
“So, um … about Kagome?” he prompted, desperately wanting to distract himself.
“I apologize for not bringing this matter to your attention sooner, ototo. I had no desire to distress you further when you were already distressed. Prince Kouga confided in Tamae that your miko has been acting strangely.”
“Kouga did?”
“Indeed.”
“How has she been actin’ strangely? She seems fine t’me.”
“Recall, ototo, you have not been around her as often of late and, though I do not know the miko well, I have seen enough of her in my travels to be suspicious of her actions, especially where it regards you.”
“Me?”
“Have you not noticed her obsession with you and her efforts to undermine me in your eyes? She has accused me of much over our time here, not the least of them for being the same as the slavers who took you as well as all but stating I would take you against your will.”
Inuyasha pressed his lips tightly together as he thought back.
It’s true she’d been acting uncharacteristically clingy and mulish. Not to mention the fact that she was still pursuing him even with Kouga attempting to court her. The Kagome he knew would not be so callous toward the ookami’s feelings, no matter if she still felt as if she was in love with him. And she had accused Sesshomaru of not caring about him, of not being capable of caring for him, of manipulating him and intending to hurt him. He remembered well her optimism where it concerned his elder sibling before she’d arrived at the castle, and even her—almost—acceptance of the relationship between them. What had happened between then and now?
Sesshomaru was right. She was different. Very different.
“So then … Tamae’s gonna find out what’s wrong with her?”
“As far as she is able, yes.”
“Oh.”
“Ototo, I do not intend to distress you, but I fear if Tamae is unable to find anything wrong with the miko, it may necessitate her confinement for a time. At least until we are able to find someone who can uncover the cause of her sudden personality change and erratic behavior.”
Far less distressed than he thought he should be, Inuyasha nodded. He knew his brother would treat her well, even if she was confined to a prison cell. “Yeah, that’d probably be for the best.”
Surprised, but nevertheless pleased by the younger inu’s easy agreement, Sesshomaru unknowingly echoed his little brother’s thoughts and promised him solemnly, “I give you my word she will be treated well if such becomes necessary.”
“I know.”
Biting his lip, not knowing what to do after his unintentional outburst and all the details he’d revealed about his time with the slavers, not to mention his confession, Inuyasha clenched his fingers in his hitoe and stared down at his feet. He’d never meant to let the daiyoukai know anything of what happened to him during those days of confinement. It was bad enough Sesshomaru knew he’d been violated by Michio, but now he also knew just how many of the slavers used him, knew just how dirty he was.
“Stop that,” Sesshomaru scolded, quickly picking up on the scent of shame and despair filling the room.
Inuyasha blinked over at him. “Stop what?” he asked, though he had a pretty good idea what his alpha was referring to.
“You are not to blame for what happened.”
Biting his trembling lower lip, Inuyasha looked down at his feet again. “I never wanted you t’know …”
“I already had some idea when I came upon the clearing in the forest.” Inuyasha flinched, and Sesshomaru exhaled in a soft sigh. “Come sit with me, pup.” He expected some hesitation, but there was none as the younger inu’s ears went back in submission and he slinked over to him. He sat on the very edge of the large bed, hands placed just so in his lap and face still tipped down.
A rather mischievous idea began to form in Sesshomaru’s head as he watched his ototo sit in such a subdued manner. He’d not normally initiate something like this, but it was all he could think of to bring Inuyasha out of his melancholy, so he shifted to his full inu form and barked directly in his sibling’s ear.
Inuyasha jumped at the sound and spun around with wide eyes only to see Seshomaru in a—comparatively—very small version of his inu form with his rump in the air, tail wagging so fast it was a blur. Sesshomaru barked again and darted forward. He nipped the younger inu’s wrist, then leapt back, and growled in playful challenge. Inuyasha frowned. This was so unlike his elder sibling. He was actually trying to play. He was a little more used to Sesshomaru’s teasing now, but he’d never expected to see him playing like this—like a pup.
Not getting the reaction he wanted, Sesshomaru full out leapt onto Inuyasha’s back and began to chew on his hair, nip at his ears, and generally slobber all over him.
Finally, Inuyasha seemed to recover himself and let out a laugh as he batted at the inu’s head. “Sessh!” he exclaimed, hunching over and trying to avoid that wet mouth and tongue.
Sesshomaru barked and finally jumped off his sibling’s back and toward the center of the bed where he growled, inviting Inuyasha to join him.
Inuyasha growled back, his inu instincts coming to the fore without any conscious thought. “Come back here, baka aniki!” Turning, he stood up on the bed and dove for the three-legged inu, but missed when Sesshomaru twisted out of the way and ran to the foot of the bed. Consequently, Inuyasha face-planted in the fluffy furs and pillows. Even though Sesshomaru was in dog form, Inuyasha could still sense him laughing his ass off. He pushed himself up into a crouch, golden eyes gleaming, and the chase began.
Around and around the bed and even sometimes in the rest of the room and bathing room, Inuyasha chased his elder brother, a form of contentment and freedom in his chest he’d never known. He’d never really had a chance to actually be the pup that he supposedly was, never had a chance to actually play in the manner of inu and he found yips and puppyish growls coming from him and being returned by barks and deeper growls from his alpha. It was, in a word, amazing.
They were back on the bed when Inuyasha finally managed to tackle the fleet-footed inu youkai using a clever feinting maneuver in which he dove at Sesshomaru and missed—as he had so many times before—pretended to face-plant, but agilely twisted his body, leapt, and landed on Sesshomaru’s back. Then they began to wrestle, fighting to come out on top. It wasn’t a true battle of dominance, but Inuyasha found himself fighting to pin his alpha on his back simply for the sake of howling in triumph at the end. He was so engrossed in the mock battle, that he didn’t notice at all when Sesshomaru transformed and he was soon wrestling with an almost-naked demon lord.
They rolled and grappled with each other for several long minutes before Sesshomaru took up the youkai that normally rested over his shoulder and, of course, pinned Inuyasha on his back with the furry thing wrapped around his wrists, hand by his head, knees on either side of him as he sat astride his hips, and growled in his face. Panting heavily and grinning like a maniac, Inuyasha bared his neck in defeat, not at all bothered by coming out on bottom. He felt an approving lick under his chin as the hand by his head unwound the fluffy youkai from his wrists, and then Sesshomaru threw his head back and howled his triumph. Inuyasha stared at him, captivated by the vision of the truly powerful natural alpha, the way his muscles rippled and moved as he curved his back, neck arched toward the ceiling, and throat and chest vibrating with the loud sound echoing around the room. When finished, Sesshomaru smiled down at him with such affection that Inuyasha’s heart fluttered in his chest and he couldn’t help but lift his hand and caress from temple to cheek to jaw of the man he loved. The elder inu shivered at the touch to the magenta stripes there, then bent and kissed him.
Inuyasha whined into the kiss, warmth pooling in his belly. Sesshomaru nipped at his lip and he opened his mouth, letting his alpha’s tongue tangle with his own.
After a short time, Sesshomaru drew away and sat back on his heels. Inuyasha froze when that hand came toward him and deft fingers began undoing the ties keeping his hitoe shut.
“Be calm, little one, it’s only me. You are safe.”
Nodding, Inuyasha tried to calm his heart and the tremors racing through his every muscle.
Sesshomaru’s chest vibrated with a reassuring rumble, so low it was barely audible. Inuyasha answered it with a whimper when his hitoe was open and spread to either side, exposing his kosode. Sesshomaru placed his palm in the center of the younger inu’s chest and splayed his fingers outward before stroking it down Inuyasha’s torso, from chest to abdomen. “You may touch me, also, little one,” he murmured as he moved his hand back up to caress Inuyasha’s neck with his fingertips.
Hand visibly shaking, Inuyasha raised it and very, very softly touched the daiyoukai’s jaw and then neck, copying Sesshomaru’s movements. It was different. Except forcing him to take their filthy dicks in his mouth, the slavers had never allowed him to touch them freely. It wasn’t as if he would have even if he'd had the choice except to tear into them, but it pulled the image of his aniki even farther from the image of that damn kuro inu bastard.
“There you go,” Sesshomaru praised, “just like that.”
Inuyasha flushed at the compliment and then froze again when Sesshomaru’s fingers descended back to his chest and began to stroke in circles. It felt good, but still made his anxiety rise.
“I am not going to hurt you, ototo.”
“I know,” Inuyasha whispered. “It’s jus’ hard not t’be afraid.”
“That is perfectly understandable. We will take this as slow as possible considering the circumstances.”
Inuyasha nodded and carefully spread his hand to more fully explore the firm muscles of his aniki’s chest. As he did, the fear of his aniki’s strength began to settle as he realized how much he loved the feel of that strength sitting just under Sesshomaru’s skin. It wasn’t frightening at all. What it did was solidify his feeling of safety with the elder inu. The power of the daiyoukai, of this daiyoukai, would never again be turned against him. Sesshomaru was his alpha, his protector; with him, he’d always be safe.
Suddenly, Sesshomaru backed off, and Inuyasha looked up at his face, startled, fearing he’d done something wrong. That thought was quickly put to rest, though, when the inu daiyoukai spoke.
“Sit up, ototo.”
Putting his hands behind him, Inuyasha pushed himself up into a sitting position until his and Sesshomaru’s faces were only a hand-length apart. He blushed at how close they were, the way the daiyoukai’s naked legs and, as yet, covered groin were sitting right above his own thighs and almost right on top of his crotch.
His breath hitched when he felt Sesshomaru sliding his hitoe from his shoulders—first one, then the other. It pooled on the bed behind him. He exhaled shakily and then abruptly leaned forward and tucked his head under his alpha’s chin so he could feel the vibrations in his chest, the sound of his even breaths, and his steady heartbeat. He whined and trembled, hating the vulnerability sliding around inside him to tangle in his stomach and tighten around his heart like a living chain.
For a long while, Sesshomaru just held him and petted his hair. Finally, after several long, silent minutes, Inuyasha took a deep breath and leaned back to look up at his aniki’s—his heat partner’s—face. “We’d better … continue,” he whispered, feeling time slipping by them and Tamae’s potion inevitably moving out of his system.
Sesshomaru didn’t ask him if he was sure, simply undid the ties to his hakama, pulled the bottom of his kosode from beneath it, and removed it from his shoulders one sleeve at a time. He disliked the scent of fear lingering about his ototo’s person, but could do little about it. All he really could do was soothe him and hope their rutting did not damage their relationship.
When the hanyou shuddered, Sesshomaru paused again and held him and petted his hair. The pup was limp in his arms, either too scared to try to move away, or too resigned to what was going to happen.
Sooner than the last time, Sesshomaru tenderly laid him out on his back and worked his hakama down his hips. Inuyasha tried not to tense up; he didn’t want to make his aniki feel any more guilty than his scent told him he already felt.
Sesshomaru lowered himself atop him, pressing their near-naked bodies together. He couldn’t fight off the tremor that rushed through his body at the feeling of being pinned, nor the clenching of the muscles surrounding his entrance.
Then, suddenly, Sesshomaru rolled them over until he was on bottom and Inuyasha lying atop him.
“Aniki …” the younger inu whispered.
Sesshomaru gently moved the hair away from his submissive’s face and raised himself up to kiss those parted lips. “There is nothing to be afraid of here, little one.”
“This isn't right … you’re my alpha.”
“I can still penetrate you from this position when you need it.”
“Yeah, but … my youki’ll take over. It’ll want me in the most submissive position, head down an’ ass up.”
“That is likely, yes, but for now, we will lie like this. Unless, of course, you wish to take me up on my offer and take on the dominant position?”
His whole being shrank away from that idea. It was just so … wrong. Now that he’d been his elder brother’s submissive—in the place that was natural for him under the true alpha inu—he couldn’t even contemplate taking up the role of dominant to his sibling. “No. I … I cant do that. It just … I just can’t.”
Sesshomaru’s eyes softened with understanding. “Very well. Then, unless it becomes necessary to change positions, we will remain like this.”
“Un,” Inuyasha agreed, subdued.
“You are still scared.”
“Un,” he repeated.
“Of me?”
“Iie. Just-”
“What we have to do,” Sesshomaru finished for him, relieved to hear his ototo still wasn’t afraid of him even in their current situation.
“Un.” He shuddered again when he felt his elder brother’s fingers hook beneath his fundoshi and start to work it loose. Inhaling sharply, his hand shot down and his fingers closed around the daiyoukai’s wrist. “Not yet,” he pleaded.
With a nod, Sesshomaru removed his hand and, instead, placed it on the younger inu’s lower back, rubbing it in circles. An involuntary yawn escaped Inuyasha’s mouth and Sesshomaru paused. “Tired?”
“A bit. We’ve been up all night.”
“Sleep, then.”
Obediently, Inuyasha laid his head down under his alpha’s chin and closed his eyes, though he doubted he’d actually be able to sleep. For all his doubts, though, it wasn’t long before he was out.
Sesshomaru kissed the top of Inuyasha’s head and closed his own eyes, but he wouldn’t sleep. He needed to be awake to watch over his sibling and react properly when his submissive’s heat came upon him. As much as he wanted to allow Inuyasha to stay atop him since he knew that would make this experience easier for him, he knew also how unlikely that was. The heat of inu was a primal thing and it would be their primal instincts that drove them. Having been through many more heats than his younger brother, though, Sesshomaru would naturally have better control over his primal side. And, according to Tamae, Inuyasha's heat would be ten times as strong due to the potion. In a way, it might prove a blessing, for Inuyasha would likely be less aware of what he was doing when his youki took over so powerfully.
Birds were just beginning to chirp outside when Sesshomaru noticed the change in Inuyasha’s scent. It wouldn’t be long now.
A little before midmorning, Inuyasha started to whimper as his sex hardened beneath him. Golden eyes flashed open, fear swimming in their depths. “Sessh …”
“I know,” his alpha acknowledged. “Your heat has started. Try to relax. Take deep breaths. I will take care of you.”
Swallowing heavily, Inuyasha nodded. Nevertheless, tears welled in his eyes. He didn’t like the burning feeling rushing through his veins and the way his lower body kept clenching tight and then releasing in disturbing pulses. He whined and clutched tight to his alpha, trying to imprint in his mind that this was Sesshomaru, the scent of musk belonged to his brother. It was a safe scent, not a frightening one. Not like-
He cut that thought off before it could finish. Already he felt hazy and vulnerable; no need to add to that.
Red bled into his eyes and he growled as he pushed his hardness down against the alpha demon’s larger erection. A deeper and rougher growl answered him. Consumed by the need roaring through him, as terrible as an inferno, he pushed himself up and away from his alpha’s body and ripped the uncomfortable cloth from his groin. Tears continued to fall from his eyes despite his youki taking over as he put his back to the elder inu and knelt on the bed. He pushed his ass into the air, lowered his front half down until his head rested against the soft furs, and swayed his hips from side to side. This was something he’d never willingly done for the slavers, yet even though he was willing—on some level—to do it for Sesshomaru, somewhere inside him shame insisted on raising its ugly head.
From that same place inside, Inuyasha raged. He was so confused. So conflicted. He wanted Sesshomaru. He needed him. But at the same time, he didn’t want him. He didn’t want to need him.
Far stronger youki enveloped him as a large, muscled body covered his back and a tongue lapped at his spine. Whimpering, he pushed back into the hardness hovering behind him.
Inuyasha wanted to retch for the way his body was behaving. He had no control. All he could do was watch and feel. The only consolation he had was that, this time, he had been able to choose the one to mount him. Sesshomaru was his choice.
Sesshomaru’s heart clenched at the sight of the silent tears streaming down his baby brother’s cheeks and he sat back, wincing at the distressed whine it caused. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t take the younger inu like this. His protective youki was all but screaming inside him that this wasn’t right. Inuyasha didn’t want this. His body did, but the person inside that body did not.
What, then? What else could he possibly do to appease Inuyasha’s heat? The longer he went without sexual contact, the more painful it would become for the younger inu, and Sesshomaru couldn’t bear that, either.
Needing to do something, he grasped Inuyasha’s right hip and flipped him onto his back.
The inu’s crimson eyes widened and then narrowed as he growled and tried to turn back onto his stomach. Sesshomaru was not going to be having any of that, and he snarled, causing the inu hanyou to go completely still beneath him save for the upward movement of his chin as he bared his neck in surrender. Satisfied, a deep rumble filled Sesshomaru’s chest even as his mind raced to find a solution. Was there another way to satisfy the demands of the hanyou’s heat than by the normal means of penetration?
Hanyou. He narrowed his focus on that thought. Hanyou … could there be an answer in that? He was half human. Only half of him was demon and it was his demon half that was affected by the heat, not his human half. Would it make a difference if he delved into his baby brother’s mind again and rutted with the inu there? Would that have an effect on the physical part of his heat?
There was really only one way to find out.
He immediately sank deep into his mind and set to doing as Tamae had instructed, thinking of his sibling’s physical appearance, the sound of his voice, the feel of his skin and hair, and his intoxicating scent. He thought of his feelings and how they’d changed so much over the few days between the time he’d recovered him and the present morning. It was amazing that the days between were so few. The change was so great, it felt as if so much more time had passed.
Once he had a firm grasp on everything that was Inuyasha and his memories of the pup, he reached out with his youki, quickly found their connection, and followed it into the younger inu’s mind. It took but a moment to orient himself in the perpetually dark forest under the crescent moon and, as soon as he did, he set off in the direction he remembered his baby brother’s demon half to be trapped within the manifestation of the miko’s accursed necklace.
Alpha, the demon half of Inuyasha greeted him with ears laid back, tail tucked, and a whine in his throat.
Sesshomaru noted the hard, bright red erection peeking out from the inu’s foreskin. Before he could say anything, though, the full demon Inuyasha spoke again.
Alpha, you should not be here.
Sesshomaru’s lips tightened as a sharp pain ripped through his chest. “Then it will not work to appease your heat here.”
The inu whined again and shook itself. If it were possible, I would welcome it, but you are right that it will not work here. The heat is a physical thing and so there is no other solution than to come together in a physical manner.
With a defeated sigh, Sesshomaru nodded. "Then I will retreat and take care of your heat outside." He turned away only to turn back when the inu called after him.
I will take over as much as I am able to limit his memory of this heat.
The daiyoukai inclined his head. "Thank you."
Go now, the inu urged, the heat is already growing unbearable.
Heavy hearted, despising what he would have to do, Sesshomaru retreated from the other inu’s mind. Once inside his own mind, he centered himself and did what he hadn’t done since he was first learning what it meant to be Lord of the West. He created a full mindscape, though his was not a forest, but a replica of his Lord Father’s palace. Taking a deep breath, he divided his feelings, locking his detestation and hesitation away behind one of the doors within the family wing. It left him feeling off balance, but that was better than what filled him before. Now he could do what was needed to aid his sibling in his heat.
A pain-filled keening greeted his ears when he surfaced from his mindscape. Inuyasha was again lying belly down and ass up. The scent rising up from him was heady and Sesshomaru’s sex hardened instantly.
Hoping to ease the situation for Inuyasha as much as he could, Sesshomaru removed his fundoshi, draped himself over the younger inu’s back, and enveloped him in his youki. He then placed his mouth next to his sibling’s puppy dog ear and whispered, “I am not the slavers, Inuyasha. I am your intended, your heat partner, and your alpha. I will care for you. You will always have a place here.” The heat-glazed golden eyes of Inuyasha looked back at him; Sesshomaru could only hope the pup understood him.
As gently as he could, the daiyoukai bent and took the back of Inuyasha’s neck between his teeth as he lined his erection up with the hanyou’s twitching entrance. It was already moist and ready for him. He thrust in in one firm motion and was rewarded with a cry of pure pleasure—a sweet sound to his ears and to his youki. His sibling was as tight as when Sesshomaru had first taken him and he released the hanyou’s neck and threw his head back at the wonderful squeezing sensation around his aching cock. Finally, his body’s cravings were being sated. Finally, he could connect with his intended once more; it was a feeling of wholeness beyond words.
As wonderful as the feeling was, though, and as intoxicating as the scent of Inuyasha’s heat was also, he held tightly to his self control. He would not hurt his submissive. No matter how strong his urge was to plow into the body below him and to mark him with his claws and fangs, he would not. He would not do something that would even remotely remind Inuyasha of his ill treatment at the hands of the slavers.
He kept his mouth close to his submissive’s ear, murmuring words of comfort and reminders that he wasn’t the slavers, he was the pup’s alpha and would not hurt him. All the while, he kept his youki wound gently around Inuyasha, twining it about the younger inu’s youki as it poured forth in intense, uncontrolled waves of need that demanded his attention. The heat of Inuyasha’s skin was almost great enough to burn him. Tamae was right; it would have been foolish to allow his heat to be suppressed any longer. As it was, the pup was shouting, whining, keening, and howling for all he was worth, and not all of it was caused by pleasure.
Sesshomaru drove into Inuyasha’s entrance with purpose, hitting that small bundle of nerves within every time, and reached down and around to grasp the inu hanyou’s rigid, pulsing length. He hissed at the heat radiating from it; the organ was even hotter than the rest of his skin. He needed to bring Inuyasha to release, and he needed to do it fast. There was no telling what might happen if he continued to burn in that manner. Rubbing his palm over the head and wetting it with the copious amount of pre-cum nearly streaming from it, he began to jerk his fist up and down the hard length.
It wasn’t long before the pup’s voice rose in pitch and in urgency as he undulated under his alpha, stiffened, and came with a high-pitched howl that, were it not for the enchantments placed by Tamae surrounding the room to keep it soundproof, would have been heard throughout the entire palace.
Sesshomaru growled at the thought of anyone hearing his submissive in the throes of such pleasure and very nearly ended up sinking his teeth into Inuyasha’s shoulder. At the last moment,, though, he managed to seize back control from his jealous youki that wanted so badly to mark the tan skin below him and, instead, turned his head to bite at his own arm. It wasn’t nearly as satisfying, but it would do.
He continued on in that same manner—as gently as he could possibly be under the influence of his own youki and Inuyasha’s urgent, needy scent—minute after minute, hour after hour, strongly and steadily. Through it all, he kept up the litany, “You are safe. I am not the slavers. I am Sesshomaru, your alpha, your intended mate, your heat partner; I will care for you. You will always have a place here.” Other words followed, of praise and of endearment. Not once did he refer to the act that was taking place. He did not compliment him on the beautiful sounds he made or how exceedingly hot the wanton hanyou made him as he writhed beneath him. All his compliments and praise were directed toward Inuyasha’s bravery, his natural beauty, the progress they’d made together as brothers and as soon-to-be mates, his pride in being the younger inu’s one and only alpha, and many more things of that nature. The pup never spoke, never responded in any noticeable way, but Sesshomaru allowed himself to hope that he was being heard, that his words were making a difference in Inuyasha’s mind and helping to heal the damage caused by his capture and abuse. The hope was small, but it burned fiercely.
The rutting was endless. During a normal heat, they'd rut for several hours befor Sesshomaru would knot him, then there would be a period of rest where they would be able to sleep, eat and drink, and recover. But in this heat that had been suppressed for five days, there was no rest, no time to stop even for a few minutes. As soon as he released and his knot did not form, he attempted to draw away for a moment to catch his breath, only to have Inuyasha wail for him, and he could not refuse that pain-filled wail.
Though Sesshomaru’s stamina was impressive, it was not endless, and by the third consecutive day, he was beginning to lag. His semen had long since dried up and his cock ached and burned from both being hard for so long and from the constant in and out motion, which rubbed at his sensitive skin and was beginning to make him feel raw. The discomfort was unbearable, but he could not stop. Not only would it cause more pain to Inuyasha—who had to be at least as sore as he was—but he was simply incapable while Inuyasha’s heat persisted.
Within that space deep in himself, Inuyasha’s soul trembled from the very first moment he felt Sesshomaru enter him. He could not make it stop no matter how hard he tried. He could not suppress the fear pounding away at him. He could not remove the memory of cruel black eyes hovering over him and harsh words being whispered into his ear. Worst of all, was the return of that helpless feeling as his body moved without his direction and indecent noises, whines, whimpers, and awful screams ripped from his throat. He wanted to cover his ears.
He was aware, of course, that it was not that damn slave trader holding him, but that only made it all the more painful. Why could he not banish the memory of his rape? He could almost do it with the instances of rape by the other members of the slave traders, but the kuro inu stuck out in his mind and struck at his soul over and over and over again.
As much as he wanted to block everything out, to just sink further and further down into his unconscious mind until he was aware of nothing at all, he found it was impossible. The feel of Sesshomaru’s body against his was muted, but it was still there. The sight of the bedding before him and his claws clenched up in them was blurred, but still there. The smells were also there, but less potent. He thought his aniki might be talking to him, trying to soothe him, but he couldn’t hear him, not over Michio’s taunting whispers. Every touch gave him the feeling of his skin crawling, even though within himself he had no skin to do so. Any kind of glimpse of his alpha made him shrink away as it was overlaid with the image of Michio. He had to remind himself over and over that he wasn’t a prisoner of that bastard slave trader anymore. He was free, and he was with his aniki, Sesshomaru, whom he loved and trusted.
But the longer the heat went on, the longer his body burned as if it had been set on fire, the longer the sensations of being taken lasted, the longer Michio’s voice rang in his ears, the harder it was to remember where he was and who he was with. He was falling. He was drowning. He was being crushed and suffocated. His soul was being battered and it was taking with it his conscious mind. He was trapped.
Help, he thought. Sessh, help me!
Michio had him again. Michio was overtop him, inside him, all around him. He could feel him, smell him, hear him. He could feel his youki moving around him, cocooning him away, consuming his mind. This time … this time he wasn’t going to wake up. The youkai part of him was going to take over and he’d no longer be himself. His soul would be lost and he’d be nothing but a mindless killer.
Just as he thought he would go insane, though, under the whispers of the slave trader, he heard Sesshomaru’s voice reaching out to him, quiet and reassuring. He couldn’t hear the words, but he could hear the tone, sense the love emanating from it, even if Sesshomaru would never call it that. He latched onto the voice desperately and, although the trembling in his soul did not cease and the fear did not fade, it drew him away from the edge and returned to him his sanity. He wasn’t with Michio. He never had been. The beast didn’t have him anymore. Sesshomaru had rescued him, had taken him home with him, made the palace his home, too. His alpha was the one he felt touching him. It was his alpha he smelled. Different. It was all different. Sesshomaru was safe. Sesshomaru would not hurt him. Sesshomaru was his alpha, his brother, his protector, and the man he loved.
Slowly over the next few days—though Inuyasha was mostly unaware as to how much time had actually passed—Michio’s voice faded and Sesshomaru’s whispers and murmurs of reassurances, praise, and affection became clearer and clearer. The cruel black eyes also faded, though it took considerably longer. However, as soon as they did, he thrilled in the sight of his aniki’s beautiful golden eyes. By the fifth day, the trembling in his soul subsided and his fear had reduced.
Then finally—finally—he could feel it coming to an end. The burning in his body was retreating and his mind was becoming clearer. Exhaustion was coming on rapidly and, by the time the heat fully left his veins, his vision was going dark and soon faded to black.
On Sesshomaru’s end, as soon as he could smell that Inuyasha’s heat was coming to an end after six days of nonstop rutting and almost six days of dry orgasms, relief unlike anything he’d felt before rushed through his aching body. As a full youkai, he knew he likely wasn’t as drained as Inuyasha, but he was emotionally wrung dry.
In the evening of that same day, his knot formed and it was over. Inuyasha completely passed out and he sagged and was just strong enough to push himself to the side so as to not fall on top of his submissive heat partner and drag Inuyasha with him so as to not inflict further pain on his little brother by tugging at his swollen entrance with the knot that was far too big to come out without tearing Inuyasha apart. Every single muscle he possessed ached so badly they trembled and were wracked with spasms that only intensified the pain. They protested every movement he made.
His knot subsided after the sun fully set, ensuring all his seed would be taken in. The first thing he did was take out one of the many clean furs he kept in a wooden chest and spread it out on the floor on which he then picked up his sibling and laid him down on it. Then, with a groan for his aching muscles, he stripped the bed of the soiled furs, dropped them into the basket for the maidservants to wash, and laid out new, clean furs.
He then picked Inuyasha up once more and trudged to the bathing room where he briefly laid him on the floor and went into the habakari to relieve himself. He then returned to the bathing room and gathered up the items he needed to clean himself and soothe his and Inuyasha‘s aches, his red and raw cock, and Inuyasha‘s own cock along with his red and swollen passage.
Once he had the items he needed, he turned on the taps, picked up Inuyasha, ascended into the basin, and waited for it to fill with steaming water. He hissed when the water touched his feet and started up his legs, the prickling of his skin rather unpleasant, but waited it out patiently and sighed when his muscles began to relax. Even when the water level rose high enough to touch Inuyasha’s bare skin, though, the hanyou didn’t wake. He didn’t so much as stir.
Smiling, Sesshomaru bent and pressed his lips to the top of his submissive’s head. It would likely be a while before he woke, but that suited the daiyoukai just fine. Inuyasha needed the sleep and he could do with some rest, too.
He stayed in the hot water for a full hour and a half before he felt well enough to move again and retrieved the basket of items he’d put together. Firstly, he wiped down Inuyasha’s sweat and semen stained body with a cool, wet cloth. He then lifted Inuyasha onto the basin edge and laid him down, opened the potion bottle he kept in reserve to soothe wounds, and smoothed it over the hanyou’s groin and testes. After he was finished there, he rolled Inuyasha onto his stomach, coated two fingers in the gel-like substance of the potion, probed between the pert cheeks, and gently inserted them into the loosened hole. He thrust in and out a few times, pushing the potion in as deep as he could manage, swirled it around, then removed his fingers and wiped them on a square of cloth. Still Inuyasha did not stir.
He took care of himself quickly and then, thoroughly tired, carried his sibling back to their bed. He tucked the younger inu under the furs, then joined him and wrapped his arm over him. Once suitably comfortable, he thought back on all that occurred between them in the last six days and nights. It still pained him that he’d had to take Inuyasha at all while he was so distressed. Obviously, he could do little else after hearing what the inu within Inuyasha’s mindscape had to say on the matter, but he still didn’t like it. Toward the end, it seemed as if Inuyasha’s distress had lessened; however, that was not something he was willing to count on. It could easily be that the inu hanyou had simply given up on fighting. He both dreaded and looked forward to when Inuyasha would wake. He wondered what his ototo’s reaction would be. Would he revert to the same level of fear he’d shown when he’d first woken after Sesshomaru brought him to the palace? Or would the experience and his reassurances during their rutting—if he’d even heard what he’d said—have had such an impact as to lessen that fear? Those were thoughts he didn’t dare dwell on long for fear the anticipation and the hope would drive him insane. He couldn’t bear it if that hope that burned fiercely in his chest came to naught.
Tightening his embrace, he closed his eyes and soon drifted into a light doze.
Night was creeping toward dawn before Inuyasha woke. As soon as Sesshomaru sensed that he was stirring, he unwrapped himself from the smaller body and backed away. He wanted to minimize any kind of stress Inuyasha would feel upon waking, smelling the lingering scent of sex and that of his dominant musk, and finding himself aching and sore from their rutting. That combination, he thought, would likely trigger flashbacks and he had no desire to facilitate that by being too close.
Beautiful golden eyes fluttered open and were quickly followed by a pained groan. “Fuck …” Inuyasha muttered hoarsely as he instinctively curled into a tight ball. His entire body hurt. Every single muscle, including several muscles he never knew he had. But, by far, the worst agony centered around his throbbing anus and the base of spine. It burned and stung and brought tears to his eyes with just the slightest movement.
His entire body tensed up, increasing the agony, when he sensed motion behind him. He flipped over and had to bite his lip to keep from crying out, but immediately sagged in relief when he saw his aniki watching him with concern and anxiety. Part of him was just as nervous as Sesshomaru appeared to be, but the rest of him was surprisingly calm. He hoped it wasn’t simply due to exhaustion. He didn’t want to be nervous around Sesshomaru. He didn’t want to go back to being afraid of every single touch. He didn’t want his calm place with Sesshomaru to be so compromised that it would drive a wedge between them.
“Sessh,” he greeted in a scratchy whisper.
As if drawn by an invisible force, Sesshomaru leaned forward. “Yes ototo?”
“Thirsty …”
In an instant, Sesshomaru was up and out of the room. Water flowed, and then he returned with a full glass in hand, which he carefully handed over. He kept his hand around Inuyasha’s as he took the cup, aware of how weak the hanyou had to be, and was glad he’d had the forethought to do so when the hand under his trembled and the cup slipped down. He rescued it from spilling across Inuyasha and the bedding by tightening his grip on his ototo’s hand and closing it more firmly around the glass.
Flushing a little, Inuyasha ducked his head. “Thanks.”
“Drink,” Sesshomaru urged him. And, gratefully, Inuyasha did.
Once he’d guzzled the full glass, he became aware of the extreme fullness of his bladder as his stomach cramped. “Shit …” His face contorted in pain. As much as he wanted to spring up and make his way to the habakari to relieve himself, he couldn’t so much as lift his arms, let alone stand up and walk.
Before he could even open his mouth to tell his brother of his predicament, the daiyoukai had scooped him up and swiftly carried him to the bathing room and the small chamber set aside for that purpose. He flushed and turned his head as far into his alpha’s shoulder as he could when he was lowered onto his knees, Sesshomaru crouched behind him to support his limp body, and then his penis was seized and directed toward the washiki.
“Do not be embarrassed, little one,” Sesshomaru murmured. “I have seen your body and held this part of you many times during your heat. This is perfectly natural. There is nothing to be ashamed of here.”
Despite Sesshomaru’s reassurances, Inuyasha couldn’t help but whimper when he could no longer hold it in and a long stream of yellowish liquid splashed noisily into the washiki. As bad as that was, though, he was in for far more embarrassment for, as soon as the pee stopped flowing—which seem to take forever—he felt his intestines seize up with the need to empty his bowels. He squirmed as much as he could in an attempt to get away, even though he was weaker than a newborn.
“Be still, pup,” the elder inu firmly bade as he shifted him around until his backside was directly over the washiki, supporting him easily.
Eyes squeezed shut and face twisted up in humiliation, Inuyasha buried his face in his aniki’s chest and let out a quiet sob. The bodily process seemed to last even longer than pissing had and the clenching in his stomach grew with every passing second, having nothing to do with the cramping of before.
It reeked. And the sounds, the splashes as his feces fell into the pile of waste, the embarrassing escape of air in the form of moist squelching noises, made him cry even harder. He didn’t like it. He didn’t want Sesshomaru to see him like this.
Sesshomaru, however, was completely unflustered. In a regular heat cycle, first heat or no, this wouldn’t be necessary, but he wasn’t in the least unwilling to aid his sibling in relieving himself. In fact, he rather liked the intimacy of it, even if there were rather unpleasant smells involved. It would be better if Inuyasha could see the act in the same way, but he would not ask it of him—not while he was so upset.
Finally, it was over. Sesshomaru reached for the simple, inexpensive cloth set aside for wiping away the filth and, without fuss, wetted it in the basin of water nearby and set to doing just that. He then used another to dry his sibling’s backside and, once he’d dropped both cloths into the washiki, closed it up with the sliding cover, and pulled the cord to wash it all away through the drainage system, he turned Inuyasha about and wrapped him up securely in his arms. “Hush, ototo. It is all right. There is nothing to be embarrassed about.”
Inuyasha sniffled and peeked up at Sesshomaru’s face, expecting to see veiled revulsion in his eyes, if not in his face. All he saw, though, was calm and affection. He sniffled again. “Y-You’re not … disgusted with me?”
“Of course not.” Gently, Sesshomaru kissed him on his forehead. “There is nothing wrong with needing to relieve oneself, especially after so long a period without doing so. I felt it was rather an intimate act, and one I would have no issue repeating. Now, let us cleanse our hands before we return to our bed chamber.”
Taking in a shuddering breath, Inuyasha nodded weakly. He was briefly set down to lean against the wall while Sesshomaru first washed his own hand, and then was once more supported by the demon lord’s strong body while his hands were thoroughly washed and dried. Sesshomaru then dried his own hand before picking him up and returning him to what had become their bed. Inuyasha snuggled down into furs he noticed had been replaced and was just about asleep when he caught a whiff of raw meat. His eyes popped open and flashed crimson. Starving for the absolutely bloody meat, he snarled at the other inu standing over what he was determined would be his meal and, with strength and energy he would have never thought he had, lunged for it.
The larger, dominant inu backed away and, vaguely, he was aware that the youkai went to stand against the wall and was watching him with an intensity that made him uncomfortable, but not enough to make him stop tearing into the delicious flesh of what he recognized to be serow.
He ate until his belly was full and distended and then set to cleaning himself with his tongue. Another tongue joined him, lapping up the blood from his hands and then moving on to his face, and ending with a tender swipe across his lips.
The crimson of Inuyasha’s youkai heritage retreated and he collapsed back into his aniki’s solid form with a groan, both of satisfaction and discomfort. “Damn, I hurt. Glad t’have somethin’ in my belly, though. Thanks for getting it for me.”
“You are welcome,” Sesshomaru responded with a smile. “Although it was Tamae who instructed the soldiers to hunt every day for the past three days to make certain you would have food when you needed it. She and I both knew you would be famished.”
“Yeah, no kidding.” A sudden yawn had him squeezing out tears.
“I believe it is time for you to sleep some more, ototo. You have been awake for nearly six days with very little rest.”
“What about you?” he asked, looking down at the bare leftovers of the serow. “Aren’t you hungry?”
“I will leave to hunt only when my instincts are satisfied you are sufficiently rested and settled.”
“Oh.” Licking his lips, Inuyasha looked away, his cheeks heating up. “Sessh … m‘cold.”
Sesshomaru looked at him with a furrowed brow. It wasn’t in the least cold in the room. That meant that was an invitation, didn’t it? He slowly reached out to caress the pup’s cheek. “You are certain?”
Inuyasha glanced at him and then away again, shivering just a bit at the touch and the small amount of fear that coursed through his body. “I heard you … while I was in heat. It was quiet at first, but the more you talked and the harder I listened, the clearer I heard what you were sayin.' It … It brought me outta the darkness. Your voice … your words saved me from the memories of what happened t‘me. I don’t want t’let my fear control me. I won’t let it control me.”
Letting out the breath he’d been unconsciously holding, Sesshomaru leaned over, tilted the pup’s chin, and kissed him. “You do not know how happy that makes me, Inuyasha. I was … afraid you would be overcome with fear and reject my touch.”
Moved by the trust Sesshomaru was showing him by revealing his feelings, Inuyasha smiled and forced his body up so he could give his aniki a chaste kiss. “I love you, Sessh, nothin’ can change that.”
Warmth blossomed in Sesshomaru’s chest at the repetition of those words spoken before Inuyasha’s heat started.
“M’cold, Sessh,” Inuyasha said again. “Join me?”
And, happily, Sesshomaru did.
They slept fully entwined with one another, both utterly content. There was nothing more either could ask for in that moment, but to be wrapped up in the other’s arms, surrounded by their combined youki, and filled with such feelings of affection as could not be compared nor denied. Never, from the beginning of time, had a heat ended so perfectly.
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Definition of Terms
Habakari - a place reserved for excratory functions
Washiki - squat toilet; a toilet common in Japan and other Asian countries in which one needs to squat over it to reliee themselves
A/N: Been a while since there have been any definitions needed, lol. Don't know if they're 100% correct since I'm not Japanese, but I hope they're at least close *crosses fingers* So that's the latest chapter! Hope ya'll enjoyed it ^_^ If you've got the time/desire, please leave a review or a short comment! Til next time my lovelies!!
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