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The Tale of the Demon Lord	By : Arianawray Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 56279 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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XXIX: In The Night
"You told me that nothing was going on between you and Naraku," Inuyasha said sullenly to Sesshomaru after a few minutes of silence.
They sat on the edge of their father's bed, Inuyasha at the foot and Sesshomaru on one side, but with his body angled towards his younger brother.
"Nothing is going on between me and Naraku – other than a great deal of disdain on my part and delusional hopes on his," Sesshomaru stated. "I will admit that when I set eyes on him for the very first time two hundred years ago, I thought his princely form physically attractive, but his character soon coloured every way in which I perceived him."
"If that's true, then what was all that shit about him embracing you and feeling every part of you and the rest of the fucked-up crap he was spewing?" Inuyasha asked angrily, turning towards his brother with a quick movement that made the too-big, unsecured dressing gown slip off his left shoulder.
"That concerned a past occasion on which he attacked me," Sesshomaru said. "As usual, he has twisted it with words to make it sound like an intimate connection."
"He attacked you?"
"Yes. We fought years ago, when he entered my lands without permission. I smelt him all over the area I was visiting, and I confronted him. I told you before that Onigumo used to absorb bodies and souls into his being when he was alive, to take their power for himself. Naraku was possibly trying to do the same to me when we faced off. He wrapped what felt like a hundred tentacles around me, covering me from head to toe, and tried to make me a part of him. For some reason he seemed to think I would enjoy that."
"What happened then?" Inuyasha asked, voice hushed from relief and residual suspicion, along with a tinge of curiosity, as he untangled his left hand from the folds of the dressing gown.
"He failed," Sesshomaru said simply. "I was too powerful for him to absorb. I broke out and cut his tentacles to smithereens – which, incidentally, is a more or less useless move except that it causes him pain, because those things regenerate in seconds and emit toxic fumes when severed. We exchanged a few more blows. Then he fled into his own lands. After that, he wrote me a rambling letter of apology liberally peppered with indecencies, claiming that he had been driven half-mad over a priestess and had wandered into my kingdom out of an irresistible compulsion to see her. He promised never to do it again. My ministers advised against initiating an unnecessary war that would only bring suffering to the people, especially since the offending party was claiming madness as an excuse for his offensive behaviour. So we went back to the way we were before. He has never tried that move again."
"You have no interest in him as a lover or a mate?" Inuyasha asked for confirmation.
"None whatsoever."
"You weren't jealous of his attention towards me because you wanted him for yourself?"
"No!" Sesshomaru snarled, an unmistakable blaze of anger in his voice. "You heard him say that, did you? I should tear his tongue out! I never wanted any of his filth reaching your ears."
Inuyasha turned his face away, embarrassed to show the relief that he knew must be written all over his features, as he continued to work frantically through the emotions he was feeling inside himself, but which he could not understand.
Softening his voice as he noticed his brother's confusion, Sesshomaru asked: "Why are you upset, Inuyasha? Why were you angry to see us in the event hall?"
"I don't know," the prince murmured.
"Even if there were something between Naraku and myself – and I emphasise that there is not – why should you be upset?"
"Why should I be upset?" Inuyasha echoed, raising his voice. "How can you even ask that? Of course I would be upset! He's evil – he hurt Natsumi so badly – and he's disgusting, underhanded and ignoble, and you're… you're… not."
He got up abruptly and crossed the room to the window, the dressing gown trailing on the floor behind him as it hung off one arm. He shook it off impatiently and pushed the shutters open, wearing only his white sleeping garments. As he looked out into the night, the guards in the field below turned and looked up, startled to see and hear the windows of an unoccupied bedroom flying open at this hour. They looked away only when they saw that it was the prince standing there.
From the bed, Sesshomaru laughed softly and said: "I suppose I ought to be grateful for being described as not evil, disgusting, underhanded and ignoble. More high praise from you."
Inuyasha whipped around to face him, spluttering: "How can you laugh about this? It's not funny. Are you making fun of me?"
"No," Sesshomaru said, but he was laughing softly again, almost helplessly, as he stood up and walked towards his brother.
"Then why are you laughing?"
He turned away again towards the night, but Sesshomaru moved right up behind him and peered round him to look at his face. "I'm laughing because you're actually saying something nice about me, and because you seem to suggest that I am deserving of your respect, after having uttered so many hard words about me only a few days ago."
"Keh," Inuyasha huffed, trying to angle his face away from Sesshomaru's.
"Why are you upset, really?"
"I don't know."
"Are you only saying that to brush me off, or do you truly not know?"
"I really don't know, all right?" Inuyasha snapped. "I'm trying to work it out. I only know I got mad when I saw him touching you, and scared at the same time, because I didn't think you would ever let him touch you… I had sudden visions of him as your mate and you with no place for me in your life… and… I don't know, but I've only just got used to the idea of liking the fact that I'm a part of your life, and he had no right to come here and say dirty things to you and me, and if I thought you wanted him too I would just –"
"You would just what?" Sesshomaru prompted quietly.
"I would – I would feel sick."
"Inuyasha," Sesshomaru said curiously. "Are you jealous of Naraku?"
"Jealous of Naraku?" Inuyasha gasped. "Don't be ridiculous. I loathe him – he's revolting and vile and I want to rip his ugly mug off his hideous bones –"
"You are jealous," Sesshomaru said in wonder.
"I'm not –"
But Sesshomaru's arms were going around him from behind, and the demon lord was wrapping him in a tight embrace that was squeezing him breathless. "Naraku is nothing to me, unlike you," he said.
Inuyasha's heart leaped at those words, but he hid his delight at hearing them by protesting half-heartedly against being squeezed so hard. "Okay, okay, I believe you. Ow…" he said, resting his hands over his brother's. "I think you've squashed my stomach flat already – and my lungs – oof."
"Only because you're so utterly squeezable," Sesshomaru murmured into his ear.
"I'm going to – ack – try and take that as a compliment – gah… can't breathe…"
"I'm sorry," Sesshomaru breathed, relaxing his hold but keeping his long fingers splayed out over the soft white sleepwear covering Inuyasha's chest and belly.
In the stillness that followed, Inuyasha admitted quietly as he stroked the backs of Sesshomaru's hands with his fingertips: "Maybe I was a bit jealous."
Sesshomaru answered with one light kiss on the downy fur of his brother's right ear, then another and another, and moved to the left ear. Inuyasha permitted ten of those slow, sensuous kisses before turning his head slightly to his left, making Sesshomaru uncertain about whether he was trying to get his ears away from his mouth, or just wanting to bring him into view. The boy's scent was a confusing mix of emotions. Sesshomaru leaned forward once more for a closer look at Inuyasha's face to read his actions better, and gently drew his long hair aside. In tandem with his move, Inuyasha tilted his head to the right, exposing the left side of his neck.
Sesshomaru's breath quickened with surprise and arousal. Inuyasha drew the fabric of his night garments off his left shoulder to display more skin, and the demon lord needed no further invitation.
A growl of raw pleasure escaped Sesshomaru's throat as he eagerly pressed his mouth to his brother's tempting young flesh. Inuyasha gasped to feel the violent hunger evident in those kisses, and threw his head back against Sesshomaru's right shoulder.
Sesshomaru immediately claimed his parted lips with an open-mouthed kiss and a deep thrust of his tongue. Inuyasha turned around in his arms without breaking the kiss, pushing Sesshomaru backwards away from the window and into the room until they fell together onto their father's bed.
The demon lord had never kissed Inuyasha like this. The boy had only ever touched his lips to his under duress, with a deep reluctance that had injured Sesshomaru even as it aroused the cruel side of his nature to force himself on someone he had thought of at the time as a sort of glorified slave of high rank.
These kisses were entirely different, coming from an eager, tender mouth that expressed the boy's willingness and pleasure with neither the least tinge of his former submissiveness nor Tsubasa's peculiar brand of dominance. Such a contradictory mouth – capable of uttering such coarse words in anger, yet so full of sweet puppy-breath; masculine in form, but so rosily flushed and tender now as it responded fearlessly to the demon lord.
Sesshomaru found himself unsettled by the unusual and unfamiliar feeling of knowing that he was now courting a partner of equal status whom he cared about, and furiously pleased down to the unexplored depths of his being to be grappling like this with the brother he had desired for so long.
"Inuyasha," he whispered fiercely as he dived in on the boy's throat again, provoking a guileless moan from him.
Sesshomaru's hands tore at the white garments covering Inuyasha's body, almost ripping off the sewn-on tie which fastened loosely on the left side of the boy's waist. But as the robe parted and he was aching to cover that beautiful torso with more kisses and draw invisible lines over it with his exploring fingers, he suddenly remembered himself and held back, hovering over Inuyasha, panting with an emotion that was very close to pain.
"Inuyasha, do you want this?" he asked, forcing the unwelcome question out of his mouth even though every cell of his body and every wisp of his soul longed to rush ahead without pause. He hated having to ask, particularly because it recalled his domineering question from the last time he had compelled his brother to submit to him in his bedroom.
Inuyasha's eyes flew open, and his hands stopped tugging at the sash of Sesshomaru's formal dinner robe. The echo of the previous occasion on which his brother had played his body like a game was not lost on him. "What the hell is this? Some new form of torture?" he snapped. "Of course I bloody want it!"
"I made you a promise that I would never again do to you in bed anything you did not want me to, and I keep my promises," Sesshomaru growled out through gritted teeth as his level of arousal reached a point where it was causing him actual physical agony.
"Oh for the love of all the gods!" the half-demon hissed. "What are you going to make me do next? Beg you for it? Bloody hell, you can be such a bastard!"
Inuyasha tried to push Sesshomaru away and sit up, only to be slammed back down onto the mattress so swiftly that his head spun.
"If you want this, then you are going nowhere tonight, my little brother," Sesshomaru informed him, managing to both growl and smile at the same time as he crouched on all fours over Inuyasha, pinning the half-demon down by his wrists. "I am trying to keep my promise to you. Now tell me: do you want me?"
It was a different question. Same, yet different. Staring up into the demon lord's beautiful face, Inuyasha swallowed hard, and answered: "I want you as much as I once detested you, and that's a lot. I wasn't sure of it before, but I am sure now."
"Truly?"
"Yes, in the name of all that is sacred and profane, I want you!" he hissed more loudly. "Do I really have to say it aga–"
Sesshomaru cut off Inuyasha's words with a deep kiss that left him reeling, feeling as if he was plunging backwards, deep, deep down into some lost dimension of their father's mattress. He was drifting blindly through an infinite, unknown world, anchored only by his brother's embrace, savouring the caresses of his lips and tongue, delighting in the taste of him whose mouth imparted to him its lingering hints of wine and anger.
But stronger than all the residual emotions within Sesshomaru from their earlier exchange, and their bitterness over Naraku, was a violent passion which left Inuyasha assailed by both desire and apprehension.
Sesshomaru felt a tremor shoot through the body beneath his. He released Inuyasha's wrists and found the boy's arms encircling his shoulders, something he had never done in bed with him before. Moved by the trust he was displaying, Sesshomaru softened his kiss, returning Inuyasha to the surface of the new universe they had plummeted into without a thought before beginning to explore the smooth, unmarked skin of the boy's face and neck.
"Sesshomaru…" Inuyasha moaned, shuddering and growing hard almost instantly as his brother's lips traced an exceptionally sensitive line running down the side of his neck.
The demon lord committed that spot to memory and discovered several others with his clever mouth as he made his way down the half-demon's body, tearing his sleeping garments easily off him as he went along. To Inuyasha's frustration, he bypassed his growing erection and moved on to his thighs, calves and feet instead.
In contrast to the ease with which Sesshomaru divested him of his soft, comfortable sleepwear, Inuyasha's hands fumbled with his brother's fussy, formal evening robe. He had only succeeded in removing the outermost layer and was about to growl in annoyance with himself and with his sibling's apparent obsession with sucking his toes when Sesshomaru slid up his body without warning and rendered him helpless by slipping his hardening member smoothly into his mouth.
Inuyasha inhaled sharply and fell back with a groan onto the mattress as Sesshomaru both pleasured and teased him with his lips and his tongue – now offering firm, hot strokes and now light, barely-there swirls of his tongue – while his left hand gently caressed his scrotum and his right slipped under him to stroke the small of his back. That proved to be another highly sensitive spot, going by the way Inuyasha's spine arched when Sesshomaru's claws ran lightly over the skin there.
"Se – Sesshomaru…" Inuyasha stammered, nearly incoherent as the demon lord held his cock snugly between his tongue and the roof of his mouth and pushed down hard, then kept up the steady rhythm until the half-demon came with a wordless cry, shooting his cum into his throat and bucking against him wildly until he had to hold his hips down with his hands, controlling yet accepting his tiny thrusts until his seed was spent.
Sesshomaru let him slip slowly from his mouth, swallowed the seed, then kissed him lightly on his right hip and up his body to his face, giving him time to recover just enough to peek out through half-lidded eyes and reach for him.
He caressed Inuyasha's hair and ears, admiring the flushed colouring of his cheeks, and waited for him to half-consciously murmur his name before starting to torment and pleasure him all over again. He used only his hands this time, appreciatively taking in every muscular curve of his body with ravenous golden eyes, torturing himself by holding back instead of stripping off his own clothes and plunging the entire length of his shaft hard and fast into his tight little ass as he really wanted to do.
Inuyasha's over-sensitised body both fought and craved further stimulation, and he pleaded: "No… I can't do this a second time…" But his being in two minds made his plea unconvincing, so Sesshomaru forged ahead, drawing another soul-rattling climax from him, the ejaculate spilling out over his hands and the bedcover.
Only after that did Sesshomaru shed his own garments, part Inuyasha's thighs and lie atop him, positioning himself at the opening to his body. The boy scarcely seemed aware of where he was, but when he felt Sesshomaru between his legs, he tilted his hips slightly to say that he was ready. When the demon lord tried to press in, however, the prince's eyes widened and he winced, his body having nearly forgotten the preparation from days ago of the jade implements.
Sesshomaru pulled back instantly. "Oh gods, what am I doing?" he muttered. "You're only a child."
Those words brought Inuyasha round to full consciousness with impressive speed. He glared at Sesshomaru and growled: "A child? You didn't think so when you stuck all that precious green stuff up my ass during my first days back here!"
"Which you hated," Sesshomaru reminded him.
"Which I am saying okay to now," Inuyasha countered.
"I am not fucking you tonight. You don't know what you're asking."
"I do."
"You do not," Sesshomaru declared.
"But I want to… and you want to…" with that, Inuyasha reached down and enclosed Sesshomaru's blood-engorged organ with one perfectly warm, sure hand and stroked it so firmly that the demon lord groaned in an uncharacteristically helpless way.
"Inuyasha… don't… you're not ready–" Sesshomaru hissed, panicking on his brother's behalf as he felt the boy directing the head of his cock between the tight curves of his buttocks.
Inuyasha's warm, snug hand suddenly released him, leaving him thrusting into thin air.
"Then get me ready," he said.
Sesshomaru almost did a double take. It was an order. The brat had given him an order!
When he did not budge, Inuyasha made as if to push him off and leave the bed. "Fine, if you won't move, then I'll go and get those jade… thingies."
Sesshomaru held him back. "You hated those objects."
"I did. But I don't now. I'll get them."
"I told you that you were going nowhere tonight, and I meant it," Sesshomaru growled, pinning him to the bed. "I'll bring them over from my room. You stay." He rose, pulled his outer robe back over his bare body, and cinched it tightly with its sash.
As he stepped away from the bed, Inuyasha propped himself up on his elbows to look at him and asked: "Why don't we both go back to your room?"
The movement and the question made Sesshomaru's possessive desires flare. How could he leave this delectable creature alone even for two minutes? But the boy was so deliciously naked now that Sesshomaru wanted nothing covering his flesh – not even for a short walk back to his bedroom. He made a quick decision which pleased him more and more as he acted on it, undoing his evening robe's sash again and returning to the bed, forcing Inuyasha down on his back as he straddled his body, kneeling over him.
"I gave you an order to stay, little brother, and stay you shall," Sesshomaru said with dangerous but playful seductiveness as he bound Inuyasha's left wrist to the carved wooden bars of the bed head with one end of the thickly embroidered sash, and his right wrist a few bars away from the left with the other end of the sash.
Inuyasha frowned at the feel of the fabric binding him, which, though stiff, was nothing that he couldn't easily slash through.
But Sesshomaru was speaking again: "I know you could easily rip the sash apart or break the wooden bars, but I like that sash, and I am very fond of Father's bed, and if you damage either of them, I shall spank you till your bottom is too sore to touch. And then I will pinch it hard. Now behave yourself and do not move a muscle until I return. Consider that a small punishment for daring to give your elder brother and king an order. Which he is nonetheless obeying."
Sesshomaru even spread Inuyasha's legs slightly and deliberately left his body uncovered, saying to him: "That is how I want to find you when I step back into this room in one minute's time – ready and waiting for me. I expect nothing less, Inuyasha."
The half-demon's eyes widened and his cheeks reddened further as he realised that it would in fact be easier to obey Sesshomaru if his brother chained him by the wrists and ankles to the wall or floor with demon steel, than to hold this vulnerable position with nothing more than the obedience of his own muscles and a flimsy strip of embroidered silk.
Sesshomaru gave him one more searing glance before leaving the room, his evening robe loosely clasped at the front.
It took only a minute, but that minute seemed to drag on forever as Inuyasha lay there exposed and feeling embarrassed in the most inconveniently arousing way, wondering what he would do if Sesshomaru took longer than promised to return. What if this was a twisted joke on his part? What if he left him lying here for an hour? Or longer? Or brought someone back into the room with him…?
But Sesshomaru did return swiftly, and alone. Inuyasha's relief was tempered by his embarrassment growing even greater as Sesshomaru devoured his completely bare body again with his eyes, as if he were considering the option of taking him like this, tied up and spread out. He exhaled again only when Sesshomaru finally slipped off his evening robe and covered him with his own flesh by stretching out on top of him.
"One of these days I will take you when you are all properly trussed up," Sesshomaru murmured as he reached up and unknotted the sash to free Inuyasha's wrists. "But not tonight. Tonight I want you free to move with me as you wish."
He unwrapped the cloth package he had set down beside them, containing the jade finger gloves, the jar of oil and other items. Inuyasha cautiously touched one of the jade pieces with the tip of one claw. "Let me put that on for you," he said.
"Do you really wish to?" Sesshomaru asked.
Inuyasha nodded. He took the jade pieces from his brother, straightened the leather strips joining them, and examined them to see which piece was meant for which finger. He slipped them over Sesshomaru's long digits and secured the ties round his wrist as he had seen him do before. Then he unstopped the oil jar and poured out some oil, with which he coated the jade.
Having done that, he turned over onto his front without a word and crouched on the mattress with his knees under his chest.
"Are you comfortable like that?" Sesshomaru asked him.
He turned his head to his left to look at his brother, and nodded.
Sesshomaru kissed his back along the spine, knelt back on his own heels, and gently eased one jade-covered finger into the opening that he longed to plunge into. It went in quite easily, so he was quickly able to insert two fingers. Sesshomaru slowly progressed to the tips of three fingers before it became difficult, and Inuyasha seemed to feel some discomfort, although he did not complain.
"Are you all right?" he asked the boy.
"I can take it."
Sesshomaru held the three fingertips of jade in place for a few minutes, giving Inuyasha's flesh time to accommodate them. He tested it another centimetre or two before deciding that he was stretched enough. Then he withdrew his fingers, untied the finger gloves and put the jade aside before oiling his cock well with the liquid from the jar.
"Stretch out," he whispered to the half-demon.
Inuyasha uncurled from his crouching position, and Sesshomaru mounted him. Inuyasha's lungs snatched in a rush of air against his conscious will when he felt Sesshomaru's hardness between his legs, its head probing the rim of the orifice which he had never imagined before would welcome an entry of this nature.
But he was here, he was willing, and he was ready. Sesshomaru pushed in slowly, giving him enough time to adjust to him. The oil did its job well, making the penetration less uncomfortable for the boy than it might have been. Within seconds, he was inside him, thrilling to the heat of his snug, inviting body.
He wanted to talk to Inuyasha as he began to thrust slowly in and out. He wanted to ask how he was, if he ought to slow down or stop. But he was caught off-guard by how intimate this moment felt to him.
It was not a time for talking.
He twined his arms round Inuyasha's chest and shoulders and caressed his skin with his oil-warmed hands, communicating his affection through his palms and fingers.
Inuyasha found the back of his hand with his own oil-coated palm as Sesshomaru's thrusts grew deeper and more regular after the careful, stop-start beginning. He felt some discomfort, but there was no pain, and he liked it that Sesshomaru was holding him, skin to skin, pushing deep into him with nothing between them, no jade, no resentment, no hatred.
Sesshomaru was nibbling his right shoulder with his lips, testing his fangs lightly against the flesh, careful not to break the skin. Inuyasha turned his face to the right to nuzzle Sesshomaru's hair, prompting his demon brother to raise his head and nuzzle him back.
The tenderness of that exchange aroused Sesshomaru further, driving him to thrust more quickly and deeply into Inuyasha. Inuyasha cried out, and Sesshomaru slowed down.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, kissing the boy's neck. "Am I hurting you?" This was the point at which he usually ploughed on mechanically, using whoever was under him to satisfy himself, with little attention to how they were feeling unless it was part of his game to manipulate them emotionally as well. A tiny remnant of that self wished to smile coldly and push ahead, to enjoy the knowledge that he could inflict pain in so very many different ways.
But Inuyasha was Inuyasha. Whatever the reasons of his heart, mind and soul, Sesshomaru had made the decision that this boy was important to him, and with that decision had come one choice after another – some of them conscious, some instinctive – to be good to him. So he said: "If it hurts I'll stop."
But Inuyasha answered: "No, don't stop. I like having you inside me."
Sesshomaru paused, anyway, to drizzle more oil over the point of entry before continuing. It made Inuyasha much more comfortable, and he began to rock back to meet Sesshomaru's thrusts. It started to feel good to Inuyasha in a different sort of way from when he was the one pushing into Sesshomaru's mouth or hand, a more diffuse sensation that was harder to pin down to one spot or one move, but which left him straining for more.
"Do you like this?" Sesshomaru whispered.
"Yes," he whispered back, the end of that single word trailing into a moan as Sesshomaru increased the pace.
Inuyasha tightened the ring of muscle hard around Sesshomaru's shaft, making the demon lord gasp with pleasure and drive clean, firm strokes into the half-demon, now panting under him with pleasure and gripping the back of his hand, his palm slick with oil and sweat.
Sesshomaru felt the pressure that had built up from holding back for so long rise to another level – almost impossibly, for he had thought a moment ago that he was already tipping over the brink, but it scaled another notch, and he grunted with passion as he thrust hard into Inuyasha and felt him tighten around him again, making him bury his face in the half-demon's hair and neck and taste the throb of his racing pulse against his tongue.
"Inuyasha…" Sesshomaru breathed his name into the skin of his throat, exhaling it like a prayer which rose from his lips a second before he burst into a stunning climax that seemed to go on endlessly, his whole body and soul milking every last drop of desire from that perfect point of deep contact with the boy he had come to adore.
The pleasing sensations suffused Inuyasha as Sesshomaru raced towards his climax and fired his seed into his body. Though the younger of the two did not come for a third time that night, he felt his body peak and relax in a completely different, yet deeply satisfying way which reached its apex when Sesshomaru, who had been taking his weight on his elbows, slumped bonelessly over him at last, his head coming to rest on the back of his right shoulder, his heated breath warming Inuyasha's already hot skin, leaving them both deliciously drained and on the cusp of dreams.
"Inuyasha… my own…" the demon lord murmured half-consciously, lips seeking the curve of the boy's neck.
"Yours," Inuyasha whispered back, himself emotionally spent, as they slipped into sleep together.
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