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Family Connections	By : Saranwyn Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4204 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Bankotsu sat on the bus, his fingers curling and flexing nervously. Today was the first day of Sesshoumaru's heat, and he'd said he would let him help. The truth was, the human was more than a little nervous. He'd never done anything like this, and even though he'd told Sesshoumaru it would be fine, he wasn't sure. To his surprise, the demon didn't seem interested in offering him any solace. Then again, the other boy had also warned him repeatedly that he would not be himself, and any kindness or compassion or restraint he might usually show would be completely gone. Suddenly, the demon's hand – warmer than usual – covered his own.
"Do you want to retract your offer?" he asked. Bankotsu swallowed hard and shook his head. The bus squealed to a halt and the two of them got off, heading to Sesshoumaru's house. The demon's hands were clenched into fists, shaking visibly with the effort to keep control of himself. His pace quickened. They got to his house and went inside. Izayoi glanced at the two of them, frowning slightly.
"You never have friends over," she commented.
"Today I do," Sesshoumaru replied tersely, already heading towards the stairs, his fingers locking around Bankotsu's wrist. He let the concealing spell drop and the human was winded with the sheer beauty of his friend. Unfortunately, there was no time to marvel, because Sesshoumaru was already pulling him up the stairs and down the hall to his room. Suddenly, Bankotsu found himself pinned against the door to Sesshoumaru's room, a hot, needy mouth pressed against his own. He gasped, his fingers curling against the door, as his friend's tongue forced its way into his mouth. What a first kiss, he thought, his knees going weak. Sesshoumaru growled lowly claws tearing at his clothes to get them off, transforming the buzz of pleasure from the kiss into fear. Th-this is…this is too fast! The human suddenly found himself being hurled onto the bed. His head cracked back against the headboard, but before he had time to reorient himself, Sesshoumaru was on top of him, grinding feverishly against him. He looked up into those gold eyes and a bolt of fear went through him. Pure, animal need filled that gaze. Suddenly, he felt not like a boy helping his friend in need but rather a small animal, trapped and held prey to a predator he had no hope of escaping.
I need to get a little control here or he'll rape me, Bankotsu panicked. Fumbling, he reached down, undoing his friend's pants, and slid his hand in. Sesshoumaru's manhood was fully hardened, hot and throbbing in his hand. Hesitantly, he began to stroke it. Claws dug into his arm as the beast before him thrust his hips into his hand. Sesshoumaru's other hand grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked it, forcing Bankotsu's head back. Teeth, tongue, and lips attacked his throat, hard enough to hurt, but gentle enough – just barely – not to draw blood. Suddenly, the boy found himself flipped onto his stomach, his hips being hoisted up into the air. Fear overrode his ability to think, and he tried to squirm away, but the hands holding him were unmoving. Sesshoumaru snarled.
"N-no!" the word slipped out before Bankotsu could remind himself that he'd offered to do this. "Please, stop!" He finally managed to wriggle around enough to get kind of sideways and kick at Sesshoumaru's chest as hard as he could. The demon stumbled back a little – just enough time for Bankotsu to break free and leap to his feet. "Sesshoumaru," he murmured. "Th-this is rape…if you do it like this."
"You offered," the demon replied.
"I was wrong! I-I'm sorry. I…I can't do this! Please!" Sesshoumaru, with visible effort, took a shaky step back.
"G-get dressed and get out…now," he snarled.
"My clothes-"
"Borrow some of mine, just get out while I can control myself. I told you that you couldn't handle it. That you weren't ready," he snapped, his words laced with disdain. Bankotsu winced and rushed to obey, feeling like he'd just betrayed his friend.
"I-I'm so-!"
"Get out!" He finished dressing in some of Sesshoumaru's clothes and ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him. He went downstairs to see Izayoi sitting at the table with InuYasha on her lap.
"The last person I'd expect to see with Sesshoumaru is a human," she commented.
"I-I was wrong to come here. I was trying to help him…because of the heat, but…"
"The heat? What are you talking about?" Bankotsu's mouth shut. She doesn't know…about demons going into heat? He wondered. So InuTaisho never even told her? Which probably means he went to Sesshoumaru, not her.
"Nothing. Forget I said anything." Then, he fled. Izayoi stared after him, confused. He looked frightened. Did Sesshoumaru hurt him? The woman stood up and made her way up to Sesshoumaru's room, knocking on the door.
"Leave me alone!" the teen snapped sharply.
"Did you hurt your friend! There are rules about that, you know!"
"I know! I didn't do anything to him!" She tried to open the door to find it locked. Something was off about Sesshoumaru, his voice sounded strained, and it was rare he actually yelled. "Go away!" She scoffed and turned away. What did she care about it, anyways?
Sesshoumaru huddled on his bed, smirking bitterly. He'd known that Bankotsu could never have handled it. And here he'd thought the human was different. No, he was just stupid. He was arrogant to think he could actually withstand the force of the heat, even if it was a sweet sentiment that led him to offer. But because he'd dared to hope that he actually could rely on his friend, he was now left alone, in his room, to last the heat without any sort of relief. And even though he knew it wasn't exactly Bankotsu's fault, he felt betrayed by the other boy. He curled in on himself tighter, moaning in agony as achy pain spread through his body.
He didn't go to school the next day, or the rest of the week. He didn't come out of his room except when absolutely necessary. Bankotsu called and left several voicemails, mostly apologies and allusions to some sort of end to their friendship. Sesshoumaru couldn't brink himself to care enough to give it much thought, let along return the calls and work things out with the other boy. Izayoi stopped trying to talk to him or take care of him and took to just letting him take care of himself. Only once the woman was asleep in her room with her door shut did the demon get up to eat before returning to his room. The heat made him want to jump anything that moved, and the last thing he wanted to do was do it with his step mother. The mere thought of it made him shudder.
Friday night, he had just finished dinner when InuYasha began to cry. He growled, intent on just ignoring it, but the sound was so irritating, and apparently not loud enough to wake Izayoi. Huffing, he made his way to his baby brother's room and flipped on the light. The second he came in, InuYasha quieted to a snuffling whimper. Heaving a sigh he walked over and glanced down at the boy, who reached up for him. Reluctantly, he reached out and touched the boy's cheek, hoping to sooth away the last of those unhappy noises. To his absolute shock, his symptoms immediately eased a little. The infant now grabbed his finger, grinning. Why is this helping? Sesshoumaru wondered even as he scooped up the child, holding him to his chest. A soft sigh escaped him. I'll worry about why later…he decided, carrying the boy to his room. Strangely enough, being in contact with the boy even lowered his libido. Bemused yet relieved, he carried the boy to his room and allowed himself to fall, exhausted, into bed. InuYasha giggled, grabbing onto a strand of his hair, as he was so fond of doing.
"Just sleep," Sesshoumaru murmured, allowing his eyes to fall shut. He accompanied it with a low rumble, nuzzling the boy's cheek. To his surprise yet utter satisfaction, the infant dropped right off to sleep, and the teen was not far behind, a slight smile on his face.
Sesshoumaru awoke a shrill shriek splitting through the still air of the morning. This, of course, instantly woke InuYasha, who also began to cry. Moments later, Izayoi came running, all but kicking open the door. Sesshoumaru sat up, groaning. In an instant, the irate mother had run over and snatched away her baby. The demon frowned, his brows pulling together sharply.
"What are you doing, taking him in the middle of the night?!" the human demanded. "Do you have any idea how scared I was when I woke up to find him missing?" Sesshoumaru rubbed his eyes and groaned as the infant started to cry.
"Don't scream. I was just cuddling him, okay?"
"C-cuddling…him?" Izayoi repeated. She had not been aware that the word "cuddle" was in Sesshoumaru's vocabulary.
"Yes, it made me feel…better."
"Better? Were you feeling bad? Are you going to get InuYasha sick?!"
"No, no, it's just a thing demons go through. Father never told you about it, but demons go into heat – like dogs, basically. It makes us sore, irritable, feverish…horny. For some reason or another, being near InuYasha eased my symptoms."
"Is that why you've been locked up in your room? And how could I have not known about it? I was married to your father!"
"He stayed away from you – said he had a business trip. The two of us would go and endure the heat together."
"Those business trips? He lied to me?! Why?"
"Because you would insist on helping him, and that is impossible. Humans can't endure a demon in heat. We would literally kill you with our…appetite."
"And you thin it's safe to be near my InuYasha, like that?!" Izayoi gasped. "You stay away from him, you monster!" Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed.
"I'm his alpha. It is not in your place, human, to tell me to stay away from him."
"I'm his mother, it is in my place to tell you whatever the hell I want!" Sesshoumaru leapt to his feet, lifting a clawed hand to strike the insolent woman down where she stood. She cringed, squeezing her eyes shut, but the blow never came.
"Get out of my room," he growled lowly, curling his hand into a tight fist. She turned and walked away, taking InuYasha with her. Sesshoumaru let himself go limp as he slumped down to the bed again. That ignorant, arrogant woman! What had his father ever seen in her. And for the millionth time since his baby brother's birth, he found himself cursing his father. Why did you leave me alone with these two? How could you just abandon me, like this? Why for her? Why for a human?! Were you that desperate? So desperate you'd die for her? Was I not enough for you? He shut his eyes against the building tears threatening to spill over onto his cheeks. What had he ever done to feel so alone? Why did he deserve to be so miserable? What higher being had he royally pissed off to get stuck with that creature and her spawn? His struggle against the tears collapsed, and a single, pearly droplet squeezed past his lashes to run down his cheek. Now there was no stopping it, more came, flowing down to stain his pillow. He had not cried in years. He hadn't dropped a single tear at his father's funeral nor at any point since then. And now, all the pent up frustration and sorrow and loneliness and hatred and betrayal came pouring out of him in an unstoppable tsunami of emotions that shook his frame with gasping sobs.
Izayoi, sitting in her room, heard the crying, and a pang of guilt ran through her. She knew it had to be hard for the teen, losing his father, trying to take on so much responsibility, living with a woman he'd never really liked. She knew that InuTaisho would've wanted them to try to get along – and he would've wanted her to take the first steps – but Sesshoumaru was so infuriating, it was hard to keep her cool. The way his eyes passed over her as if she were an insignificant bug, the way he spoke to her as if he were a king addressing a peasant, the way he just assumed she couldn't even begin to understand demons just because she wasn't one…it all drove her crazy. And it made it so easy to forget that beneath all that was a somewhat normal teenager, struggling to cope with a very hard situation.
Part of her wanted to go in and comfort the boy, to hold him in her arms and give him the loving mother that she knew he'd never had. After all, Keiko – from what she'd heard – had been fairly cold and distant. No one could say she was neglectful – she had fed Sesshoumaru, clothed him, gave him toys, oversaw his education when he got older, and made sure he had basically anything he could want. But from what she'd heard, Keiko hardly smiled and almost never complimented the boy. She didn't fuss over his injuries or bake him birthday cakes or sing him to sleep. She didn't let him sit in her lap, she didn't read to him, she didn't do all the things normal, human parents were expected to do. And she'd disapproved of most affection Taisho managed to show the boy, which was little considering his busy schedule. And when she thought about that, she could almost forgive Sesshoumaru for being the way he was. She could understand that he knew no other way to be, and she wanted to go to him and show him how his mother should've treated him. But she didn't think the gesture would be welcome, so she just stayed in her room and pretended not to hear.
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