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Truth or Dare Trilogy	By : TheKaytla Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 6617 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the series Inuyasha, nor its characters.They are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Truth or Dare: Endgame

Leaning against the wall, Sesshomaru watched with amusement as Inuyasha pretended to be fascinated by a portrait hanging just slightly to the left of his head. It had been a simple enough task to get Inuyasha up the stairs, but once there, he'd suddenly developed a (thoroughly transparent) interest in art.

"So, uh... so this one... it's, um..." Sesshomaru could see him struggling. "It's that Van Gogh guy, right?"

It took a lot for the older youkai not to laugh at his floundering. "Rembrandt, actually." When Inuyasha looked blank, he elaborated: "Dutch artist. This was painted circa 1655. Unfortunately, it's only a replica. My father is a fan, so he's been trying for years to get an original."

He was enjoying this far too much. Despite how eager he was to have the hanyou, Sesshomaru found himself indulging Inuyasha's stalling tactics. He could tell Inuyasha was doing whatever he could think of to prolong the inevitable; who would have thought such a loud-mouthed and confrontational brat would be so adorably flustered?

Still, he hadn't forgotten his goal. As Inuyasha went from painting to painting, Sesshomaru was subtly herding him toward the destiation. With a simple shift of his position from Inuyasha's left to his right, he successfully steered the oblivious hanyou through a door and into his bedroom.

Not that it looked much like a bedroom at first glance. It had three rooms - the sitting room, which they now stood in, the actual bedroom and the en suite. He watched Inuyasha look around, leaning back against the door and quietly trapping him inside as the hanyou had done to him yesterday.

Finished with his gawking, Inuyasha whistled low. "This is a really, really big house," he said, for the third time. "Guess you really are a rich bitch."

Sesshomaru smiled easily. "My father is a successful businessman. He's CEO of a major corporation, and partner in many others."

"So why d'you go to our school, then? It's public."

The older youkai shrugged. "My father went there. He said it was where he learned what he needed to know to be successful."

"Guess that makes sense..." Inuyasha replied, without sounding very convinced. He was prowling deeper into the room, no doubt trying to find something else to ask a dozen questions about, when he suddenly stopped by the door to the next room. The one that contained the bed.

He went very still for a moment, and Sesshomaru took that opportunity to slowly turn the lock behind him. The nervous twitch of a snowy white ear told him Inuyasha heard it.

The hanyou moved quickly away from his current position, back toward the centre of the room. A quick turn around and he seemed to have an idea for his salvation. Sesshomaru could almost see the little bulb go on over his head and suppressed another laugh.

"Whoa, that's a huge TV." He sounded overly cheerful and a little desperate at the edges. "I don't think I've ever seen one that big in real life. How many inches?" Without waiting for an answer, he ploughed on. "Oh, wow, and you've got a huge DVD collection, too. I don't think I've seen most of these. You think maybe we could watch some?"

Sesshomaru eyed the chaise lounge opposite the TV, crossed over to take a seat, then patted the chair next to him. "Sit." He looked so hopeful as he sat down, Sesshomaru took a little pity on him. He almost felt like throwing the hanyou a bone.

Almost.

The moment Inuyasha was settled, Sesshomaru struck. Cupping Inuyasha's cheek, he turned the hanyou's head toward his and captured his lips in a kiss. Inuyasha's protests came out in a muffled "Mnnff!", but Sesshomaru paid them no mind.

It took no time at all for Inuyasha to give into it. He could feel the hanyou's fingers sliding through his hair, his body becoming relaxed and pliant, but most of his focus was on the way their tongues tangled as he tasted every inch of his mouth. The surprisingly vocal hanyou groaned and pulled him even closer by the hair, but Sesshomaru couldn't find it within himself to mind.

The need for air pulled them apart. While Inuyasha panted, looking almost dazed in a way that gave the older youkai's ego (and libido) a stroke, Sesshomaru took it upon himself to latch onto the hanyou's neck, kissing and licking a path up to his jaw, which he nipped just the right side of painfully, eliciting a hiss. His quick fingers were making quicker work of the buttons on Inuyasha's shirt, his hands spreading out greedily across the toned, tanned flesh as the muscles twitched and jumped under his touch.

But Inuyasha had recovered. And far from lying idle, as his earlier flusteredness had led Sesshomaru to believe he might, his hands were sliding under the older youkai's turtleneck sweater, pushing it higher as they smoothed over the skin of his back, baring it to the warm air.

When the fabric bunched up under his arms, Sesshomaru reluctantly withdrew to sit back and pull it over his head. He'd barely lifted his arms when Inuyasha's hands found the flat planes of his stomach and began sliding up, and by the time he'd thrown it carelessly aside, the hanyou was tweaking a nipple, forcing a gasp out of him.

This, however enjoyable, wasn't what he'd planned. He gripped Inuyasha's wrists in his hands and pushed them against the back of the lounge. At Inuyasha's confused look, Sesshomaru leaned forward, smiling, until his lips could brush a velvety ear.

"I dare you," he whispered, "to take it without touching me in return." He pulled back enough to see Inuyasha's shocked, flushed face, then lowered his face to suck over the thobbing pulse in his neck. "If you fail... there will be a forfeit. This is how the game is played, yes?"

"F-forfeit?" Inuyasha managed. "What forfeit?"

Sesshomaru's smile could only be called pure evil. "Are you willing to risk finding out?"

They stared at each other for a moment, a battle of wills, before Inuyasha's hands slowly closed around the back of the lounge, claws digging into the wood and plush fabric. Sesshomaru had a split second of pause over that - it was an antique and horrendously expensive - before deciding he really didn't care right now.

He leaned down again and abruptly nipped one of Inuyasha's nipples hard enough to make him arch and moan, but his hands didn't move, even though his whole body tensed. Satisfied, Sesshomaru soothed the minor hurt with his tongue, enjoying how the hanyou squirmed and gasped beneath him.

Sesshomaru slid his hands over that firm skin, along Inuyasha's sides, across his flat stomach. He bit or sucked the nipples whenever he could catch Inuyasha unawares. By the time he began undoing the hanyou's belt, he was writhing. But his hands had yet to move.

Getting too impatient to tease much more, Sesshomaru quickly removed the slacks and underwear and threw them to the side, taking Inuyasha's organ in hand. It looked as frustratingly erect as he felt, and a pearly bead had formed. Sesshomaru spread it roughly around the tip with his thumb; Inuyasha practically mewled, and Sesshomaru grinned.

He fell into a rhythm of stroking, watching Inuyasha's reactions hungrily. By now the, hanyou had broken out in a sweat, and his chest heaved with his pants as he arched and moved his hips in time with Sesshomaru's hand, moaning throatily. His hands seemed to be gripping the lounge's back so hard, he was in danger of breaking it, but they hadn't yet moved, to Sesshomaru's surprise.

How long it went on, he couldn't have said; he was completely entranced by watching Inuyasha respond so helplessly as the pace steadily increased until he abruptly came with a choked cry. Sesshomaru massaged him through the last spasms before letting the hanyou slump against the lounge.

Idly wiping his hand clean, Sesshomaru stared at Inuyasha. Laying there spent against the chair, breath ragged, skin flushed and glistening, little tremors from the aftershocks still shivering through his body... the older youkai had never seen him look so attractive. He looked... utterly ravishable.

In that moment, Sesshomaru's plans changed. Initially, he hadn't planned to take things so far so soon. But looking at the picture the hanyou made, there was no way he could resist it now.

His slacks were almost torn from his body and discarded, along with his underwear. While Inuyasha remained spaced out, Sesshomaru slipped two long fingers into his mouth, withdrawing them slick and de-clawed.

Spreading Inuyasha's thighs roused the hanyou a bit, but not before Sesshomaru had knelt between them and reached down to massage the puckered entrance, slipping the first inside the moment he felt it give.

Inuyasha's body jerked. "Hey, wait, you're actually - ah! Fuck!" His head fell back again with a shudder and a groan as Sesshomaru's clever finger found his prostate and moved against it.

"That's the plan," he managed to reply around his heavy breathing, concentrating on moving his finger in and out precisely. One soon became two, with the hanyou biting his lip to stifle the noises he was making and Sesshomaru's fingers spreading every few thrusts to stretch the opening.

Fast running out of patience in the face of his anticipation, Sesshomaru withdrew his fingers as soon as he felt Inuyasha was ready, shifting his hands to gripping his thighs as he pushed forward. Inuyasha miraculously hadn't moved his hands yet, though his grip turned white-knuckled as the older youkai began to ease inside.

They moaned together. Sesshomaru remained still, allowing them to adjust and relishing the tight heat that gripped him, until need drove him to movement. Slowly at first, both of them panting, but quickly escalating as they found a rhythm pushing against each other.

The older youkai's eyes snagged on Inuyasha's open, moaning mouth and found himself surging forward to capture it in a wet, messy kiss, hooking Inuyasha's leg over his shoulder to manage it. The change slid him deeper into Inuyasha's body, and finally, he snapped.

He felt the hanyou's hand fist roughly in his hair, keeping his head firmly in place for the increasingly passionate kiss. The other skated down his back to his hip, claws digging in almost enough to draw blood as Inuyasha pulled them closer together, groaning raggedly into Sesshomaru's mouth.

The older youkai took the hint, all but slamming himself into Inuyasha; his free hand worked its way between them to grab Inuyasha's once again straining cock, pumping it roughly as he moaned his own mounting pleasure into the kiss.

They came almost together. Inuyasha first, breaking the kiss to cry out hoarsely with his head thrown back body tensed, and Sesshomaru following mere moments later as Inuyasha clenched around him almost unbearably tightly.

Sated and exhausted, they collapsed in a sweaty, panting mess. Inuyasha's leg slid bonelessly off his shoulder to land on the lounge's seat as Sesshomaru shifted, pulling out. Inuyasha gave one last, weak shudder, then went limp with his head hanging over the back of the chair.

Sesshomaru recovered first, lifting his head from Inuyasha's chest. "You lost," he managed.

"Wha'?" came the hanyou's less-than-eloquent response.

"The dare," the older youkai supplied.

"What dare?" Obviously, Inuyasha's mental faculties were still recovering.

"To take it without touching me, of course."

Inuyasha's head lifted unsteadily. "The hell I --" Then he paused, remembering, and flushed darkly. "Well, hell. Anyone would lose that damn bet. Which makes it cheating. No forfeit."

Sesshomaru hummed lightly. "I'm feeling in a good enough mood that I might agree with you... for now, at least."

Inuyasha stretched, then paused as he seemed to realise the position he was in, pushed up against the back of the lounge with Sesshomaru leaning between his legs. He coloured even more.

"You --!" He grabbed the back of the chair, trying to sit up properly. "You - I can't believe you fucked me in a godamn chair!"

Sesshomaru laughed then, more heartily and genuinely than he could remember doing in a long time. "Don't worry," he said easily, his expression turning sly. "We have all weekend to make it to the bed."

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A month later...

"Ok, so since I won the last round, your challenge is..." Inuyasha trailed off as he thought it over, glancing at Koga as they walked lesiurely toward their next class.

Since he'd won their dare game - exceeding even my own expectations, he thought darkly - they'd moved onto something else. They called it "Chicken", but it had quickly morphed into something uniquely their own, with the "challenges" getting more and more risky - and sometimes downright dangerous.

Just last week, he'd had Koga climb out one of the school windows on the top floor, creep along the ledge, and sneak into the headmaster's office. The objective had been to steal the man's extra toupee. Koga had succeeded, but Inuyasha had had enough fun waiting outside playing "lookout" while secretly hoping he'd fall to not mind losing.

Inuyasha's follow-up challenge had involved swiping the chemistry teacher's wallet. It had taken him nearly the full week to figure out which pocket the man kept it in and plan how to remove it without getting caught, but he'd managed it, barely. All three of them had had a great time laughing over the contents, particularly the condom that looked like it might be older than them.

"It's..." Shit, he hated thinking these things up. When it finally came down to it, nothing he'd thought of beforehand ever seemed challenging enough. Too often Koga got a smug look on his face that told the hanyou he thought it would be a breeze.

He was distracted from his thoughts when a familiar figure appeared through the students who parted like the Red Sea, staring straight at him. Sesshomaru. Glaring right back, he stubbornly stayed exactly where he was: right smack bang in the middle of the corridor.

Sesshomaru slowed as he approached, one eyebrow slightly raised, as though he expected Inuyasha to step aside. Fat fucking chance.

"Prick," he said by way of greeting. "You can wipe that stupid look off your face. I'm not moving just for you. The hall belongs to everybody, damn it."

Sesshomaru merely gave him that look that suggested he was an amoeba entirely undeserving of his time. "Insufferable hanyou," was all he said before continuing on his way.

Koga glared at his retreating back. "What a bastard," he growled. "It's like nothing ever happened between you two."

Inuyasha shrugged. "Leopards can't change their spots; assholes can't make nice." Damn it, don't start that up again...

Koga sighed, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Yeah, I know, but still," he insisted. "It was a pretty big thing that happened, you know..."

"For fuck's sake, it was just a kiss," the hanyou snapped. No, it wasn't, but he'd take that to the fucking grave if he had his way. "Drop it already."

Koga grumbled under his breath, but he stopped talking, much to Inuyasha's relief. The detour they took to the lockers to pick up a textbook he'd forgotten to put in his bag earlier passed in relative silence.

While Koga leaned on the lockers beside him, arms folded, Inuyasha opened his up. There, sitting on the upper shelf, was a folded piece of paper that he recognised immediately. His pulse instantly quickened with a mix of excitement and dread.

Glancing to the side to make sure Koga wasn't spying (his eyes were currently glued to the approaching Kagome, so he was safe until she moved more than fifty feet away from the horny wolf), Inuyasha unfolded it.

It had a long list of crossed out items, alternating between his scruffy scrawl and a more elegant script. There were a few examples of writing that hadn't been crossed out; as he scanned down the list, his eyes snagged on a sample he'd written a couple weeks earlier: You suck. Dirty bastard.

The reply, a line down, was so full of snide sarcasm that he could almost hear it even though it was written down: No, I believe you suck.

Inuyasha flushed at the memory and quickly shifted his attention back to the latest message, after sneaking one more glance at Koga just to be safe.

I dare you to meet me in the changing rooms during lunch hour.

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Well, would you look at that... I finished something! And ironically, it's the thing I started most recently. Go figure.

I wrote this in the most ass-about-face way possible. The part after the timeskip, then the pre-smut, then the post-smut, then the smut itself. Crazy how the mind works, seriously.

Anyway, I hope you have enjoyed this little story right the way through to the end and that my failsmut didn't ruin it. <3
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