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Aristocratic Dance

Sesshomaru was thinking. Normally that was something he did quite a lot of, but recently it seemed to be much harder than it ever had been previously. His thoughts kept getting interrupted by images of Inuyasha... Golden eyes full of lust, the feel of silver hair in his fingers, the firm strength of his brother's body against him... And this was about when feeling overran thought and his mind succumbed to his body entirely.

He did not like it.

He was used to being in firm control of everything, especially of himself. This new state of affairs reminded him of when he had lost his arm and had to compensate for the missing limb. Everything was unbalanced, just enough to make it consistently and infuriatingly obvious, and once again Inuyasha was the cause... Sesshomaru glanced over at his brother. They were standing on a rocky outcropping overlooking a passage near the northern border of the Western Lands, waiting.
Sesshomaru hadn't really thought Inuyasha meant it when he'd said he was going to leave with Sesshomaru. When he woke up in his brother's arms- resting high up in the tree, watching the sun rise in stripes through the leaves- Sesshomaru had wasted no time in removing himself promptly from that comfortable position. Inuyasha had left him alone most of the day, but when the demon started to decisively leave the area his brother was suddenly there, right beside him, moving with him. He offered his unexpected traveling partner a silent snarl, but Inuyasha seemed to understand exactly what was behind the gesture- an empty threat offered only to save face- and ignored
him.
Sesshomaru had been stunned. What was this? Inuyasha... not demanding that they fight or shooting off some inane remark meant to anger? Just walking... And what still pissed Sesshomaru off the most about it- more than his own inability to predict, and therefore control, his brother's actions- was how Inuyasha had already seemed to know where they were going when Sesshomaru was certain he hadn't said a word.
"So are you going to tell me what's going on, or just stand over there and brood?"

At the sound of Inuyasha's voice Sesshomaru looked up sharply, brought out of his reverie. He narrowed a pointed glare at his brother. "I though you had intuited that already; you seemed to know where we were heading."
Inuyasha raised an eyebrow at him. "I was following you," he said, which was not precisely true, and added, "I could feel that there was something bothering you, and there's a weird smell around you- like pine trees and ice. I've never smelled it before. I figured it had something to do with where we were going. And maybe why you've been acting so strange." Sesshomaru glared at him, but Inuyasha only gazed innocently out over the countryside. Wordlessly, Sesshomaru withdrew a scroll from his sleeve and held it out to Inuyasha. His brother took it and, unrolling it, wrinkled his nose in distaste upon smelling it. "I can't read it," he said, passing it back to Sesshomaru.

"It's in Russian," the demon said. "Simply put, it is a request for a meeting to discuss the possibility of an alliance."

Inuyasha snorted. "And you consented?"

Sesshomaru glared at him. "You will learn, Inuyasha, that it does not hold for even the strongest of beings to remain ignorant of the world outside of his borders. I will meet to discuss because it benefits me to gain information on what this demon perceive as a threat too great to handle without assistance. Such a threat may soon become a danger to my own lands and is better dealt with before the occurrence of such an event."

Inuyasha was silent for a moment, chastised. "What do you know about this demon?" he asked quietly.

"The messenger who brought this," he indicated the scroll, "was unwilling to tell me a great deal, and the name is not one I have ever heard before. He calls himself Chernobog and hails from the north and west. I gathered that he is somewhat paranoid and particularly despotic, but with enough power that most do not challenge his right to rule. Those that do, so he informed me himself, do not tend to live healthy or particularly long lives. Also, while he claims that he seeks my help only as a courtesy to myself, there is something he fears- deeply. Losing to this thing is unacceptable, and to prevent such a course of action he will take any steps necessary."

Inuyasha sniffed at the document again. "You got all that from this thing?"

"His choice of words reveals much of his character, particularly his unfamiliarity with compromise of any kind."

"You should get along great with him then," Inuyasha couldn't resist muttering, but Sesshomaru fixed him with a cold look.

"Also, his scent was freshly marked on the messenger, in a deliberately provocative manner," and in case Inuyasha missed the exact meaning of his words he added, "in blood and semen."

Inuyasha's lip curled in disgust. He lowered his eyes from Sesshomaru's gaze and flattened his ears submissively in acknowledgement that he had been wrong in his hasty comparison. "Why do you want to meet with this guy again? I mean, who says whatever he tells you is the truth?"

"Something else you need to learn, Inuyasha," Sesshomaru said as he turned away to face the northern border, "is that truth is more often gleaned from what is not said than from what is, and its absoluteness depends greatly on the one who perceives it."

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It was... odd. Talking to Sesshomaru. Just talking... Tetsusaiga rested easily in its sheath at his side and his hand, surprisingly enough, did not hover readily at the hilt whenever he glanced over at his brother. He was listening to what his brother said, and he actually thought some of it made sense. He hadn't thought that Sesshomaru could ever evoke such a response from him, even after what had been happening recently. It was... odd. Unsettling.

They had been waiting, on a cliff edge that offered an excellent view of the northern border, for only about an hour when Inuyasha noticed something moving across the open plain that spread out, marking the border. He narrowed his eyes in an effort to bring the distant figure into better focus and was able to pick out that there were two figures walking toward him and his brother. They were blurry with distance, but as they came closer he could make them out. Chernobog- it had to be him in the lead- was grey skinned and huge, broad-shouldered and at least seven feet tall. He moved with brash confidence that contradicted his call for help and smelled, even at this distance, like blood. The smaller figure that followed him- A female? He sniffed again and the wind assured him he was right- was slight of build but moved with a restrained grace that seemed to say she was incredibly comfortable in her skin, and with the twin long daggers strapped at her side.

As he drew nearer, Chernobog glanced up at where Sesshomaru waited for him and narrowed his eyes when the Lord of the Western Lands did not appear inclined to come meet him. While this might have annoyed him it did not appear to present him with any difficulty. He settled the huge sword strapped to his back more easily against his shoulders, crouched, and leapt, bounding up the cliff to where Sesshomaru and Inuyasha waited at the top in two jumps with an ease that seemed to suggest he could have done it in one but didn't feel like straining himself. His companion came up as well, just as easily but with several, smaller bounds. She fell easily into place a step behind her lord. Inuyasha's chin came up; he wasn't going to stand behind Sesshomaru. He wasn't anyone's subordinate, and if Sesshomaru had a problem with that then he could just...

Inuyasha shifted his eyes to glance over at Sesshomaru. His brother hadn't moved a muscle in about ten minutes and wore a look of slightly repressed boredom as he looked out over the landscape and studiously ignored the demons that had just arrived. Everything about him was completely controlled, even more so than his usual mask, and Inuyasha suddenly felt that he was out of his depth; there was something going on here, a game he didn't know how to play. Sure he could fight this Chernobog- and he was pretty sure he could take him, too, as he sized him up almost automatically- but he could feel there was something deeper happening here, an undercurrent, a power struggle that took place without either participant having to raise a weapon. It was a fight he didn't have any weapons for and his hands curled suddenly into fists.

"I am Lord Chernobog," the newcomer said, speaking in Japanese but with an atrocious accent, his dark eyes coming to rest on Sesshomaru. His posture was confident and his face, seemed with scars, revealed no weakness. Inuyasha felt something shift in the game; by speaking first the foreign demon had given up some of his power, but the expression on his face seemed to say that he was aware of this and did not consider it a damaging loss. "You are Sesshomaru of the Western Lands?" he added when Sesshomaru did not look inclined to speak. Inuyasha did not miss how the foreigner left off Sesshomaru's own title.

Sesshomaru turned toward Chernobog and looked at him in acknowledgement. "You asked for a meeting," Sesshomaru said flatly, making it an observation rather than a question as the other had, as if he already knew why Chernobog had wanted to see him and was supremely bored with the entire proceeding, a misplaced, morbid sense of curiosity being the only thing that had caused him to acquiesce to such a request. Chernobog's eyes flickered over Inuyasha but Sesshomaru made no introductions and Inuyasha, usually so bold, knew better than to speak here. He could feel the almost physical web being stretched across the space between the four of them, as if by an invisible spider; the first one to make a misstep in this dance of power was going to be the first one for lunch. His hackles rose slightly, unease threading through him.

"I did." Chernobog's eyes flashed and his lips lifted in a smile that was entirely predatory. He could see that Sesshomaru played this game very well, better than him perhaps, and he conceded his opponent the round, making a gift of it- as if it wasn't important enough to matter to him anyway- and moved on. "As I informed you, I hold lands to the north of this place," he sad this as if the Western Lands were a mere pittance compared to his own and Inuyasha ground his teeth. "A demon from farther west and to the south is moving north and east conquering everything in his path. His name is Baikal, according to rumors." He narrows his eyes. "He is unstoppable, or so they say. However, I am confidant that with your aide I can control his rampaging lust for power."

Once again Sesshomaru made no move to speak or acknowledge Chernobog's words in any way, merely staring at him, boring into him with golden orbs that seemed to be seeking out his soul. Chernobog shrugged off Sesshomaru's penetrating look and held out a hand. The woman stepped out from behind him. "My sister, Ros." His eyes flickered over Inuyasha again. "She will... help you with anything you require."

Ros bowed to Sesshomaru. "My lord," she said. "As a token of our alliance and of my own free will I present you with myself to use as you determine most fit." Inuyasha's eyes widened, but Sesshomaru didn't even twitch- as if women threw themselves at his feet all the time. "I am a warrior of high degree and a practitioner of ancient magics, skills which I hope will be useful to you."

Chernobog laughed crudely, the sound harsh against the web of power, and Inuyasha felt instinctively that, while Chernobog no longer felt himself to be bound by the rules of the game he had played earlier, the game itself had not released him- and he had just made a serious blunder. "She has other skills as well, but," his eyes raked over Inuyasha again, "you might not find yourself in need of them." He grinned suggestively, those eyes lingering appreciatively, and Inuyasha showed his teeth instinctively, baring his fangs to the root. "Well, it seems your pet there needs some training. Half breeds are notoriously difficult that way. Mostly useless creatures, but the necessary by-product of an entertaining pastime." Chernobog flicked long black hair off his shoulder carelessly. "Fortunately most of the females don't live through birthing them or there might be more of the wretched things. Still, he is not bad looking. I could give you a few pointers if you like."

Inuyasha's blood ran cold, his body was ice and his eyes wide, but he refused to back down when Chernobog took a step toward him and he met the demon's gaze head on, his hands curling into tight fists. The desire to run away filled him like nothing ever had, and he curled his fists tighter as he fought it. Chernobog's eyes were black as night, but, as he stared into them, Inuyasha could see that they weren't really. They were brown, like old blood, and they seethed like a mass of maggots...

"You presume much." Sesshomaru's voice ripped through the tense silence, and ripped through the web, tearing a hole in it right underneath Chernobog's feet. Inuyasha blinked and, swallowing, looked away from Chernobog to Sesshomaru. The Lord of the Western Lands turned as if to leave, turning his back to Chernobog as if he didn't even consider the other demon worth guarding against. "I consented to meet you," he said, pausing and looking back over his shoulder, his face a mask of indifference but his eyes as cold and hard as granite. "After doing so, I cannot fathom why I would inflict such an experience upon myself at any future date. One of your meager capacity could not possibly be of any assistance if indeed any of your prattle about a menace is at all true." With that his eyes met Inuyasha's and, as if drawn by an invisible cord, Inuyasha felt himself walking over to his brother. Sesshomaru's eyes passed over Ros briefly but he did not look at Chernobog at all as he turned and exited the clearing on the cliff edge, passing behind a group of trees. Inuyasha followed after him, feeling Chernobog's eyes follow him.

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Sesshomaru growled to himself as soon as he was sure he was out of range of perception of Chernobog and his sister. The demon was no more than a common ruffian. He presumed to think himself a lord, but he only ruled through blind fear, not real power. True, he was strong enough, but obviously far less so than Sesshomaru himself. His attempt to put on airs was almost more annoying than anything else about him, but Sesshomaru had seen the look-over the other demon had given him. He'd noticed the arm. He thought it made Sesshomaru weaker. That could be an advantage, should they come to blows.

The complicated game of power that aristocratic demons often engaged in was meant to explore the abilities of one's opponent without actually endangering either party. Many times the result of such a game was that the two potential combatants did not actually fight, having decided that either they were too unequally matched or that they were too perfectly matched- a battle between demons of equal caliber could last for weeks, even months, and often left both parties near death. Of course these rules applied only to sophisticated demons; lower ones not only lacked the mental capacity to understand the reasoning behind such actions, but also lacked the social skills needed to develop them. Like this Chernobog... He made a mockery of what was a well-thought-out and established tradition. Sesshomaru grunted dismissingly and looked around for Inuyasha.

He found his brother standing a few feet behind him, shuddering violently. "Inuyasha?" he questioned, his brows furrowed in inquiry.

Inuyasha jerked, as if he had been somewhere else entirely, and met Sesshomaru's eyes briefly before dropping his gaze. Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes.

"Inuyasha," he said again, advancing toward his brother. This time he received no response and, somewhat concerned, he raised his hand and placed it on his brother's head. "Inuyasha," he repeated, pushing the half breed's head back until he was forced to look at Sesshomaru. He did, briefly, then shifted his gaze away to stare over his brother's shoulder. Sesshomaru frowned. What was wrong with the boy? He didn't... Sesshomaru paused. Perhaps, had he taken Chernobog's words a little too much to heart? Sesshomaru growled, catching Inuyasha's attention, and his brother looked suddenly very vulnerable as he looked up at Sesshomaru hesitantly. The Lord of the Western Lands saw red briefly as he was filled with a sudden desire to go back and rend Chernobog limb from limb; belittling Inuyasha was his job, not to be usurped by some randy peasant from the north! And he was overwhelmed by the strangest, most sudden urge to protect... Inuyasha shivered, thinking the anger in his brother's eyes was directed at him, but forgot all such thoughts as Sesshomaru pulled Inuyasha against him and held him close, his hand tangled in that silver hair and his face pressed against the top of Inuyasha's head.

"He is swine," Inuyasha heard, Sesshomaru's voice cold and deadly right above him. "He is swine and you are not to listen to a word he says." Inuyasha swallowed and pressed his face against Sesshomaru's chest just above the armor he wore. He inhaled deeply, Sesshomaru filling his senses and washing out Chernobog's foul stench. His breathing slowed, evened out. "You were the only one to ever best me," he heard Sesshomaru say, softly. His brother pulled back from him slightly and, taking him by the chin, tilted his face up. "Remember that." And Sesshomaru leaned over and kissed him.

Inuyasha opened his mouth, accepting the kiss, taking Sesshomaru into himself, but suddenly he broke off. "Why?" he demanded of his brother, pressing fisted hands firmly against his chest.

Sesshomaru's lips twitched in an approximation of a smile and he surprised himself by answering the question. "Now?" He brushed his thumb over Inuyasha's lips. "Because you are beautiful, and I have a need for beauty after that business. Before?" His expression grew distant. "I needed something I... I couldn't find anywhere else. You had it." He frowned. "I'm not sure what it was." And as if suddenly realizing what he was doing his frown grew more pronounced. Why was he explaining himself? He never explained himself; not to anyone. He reached up and grabbed one of Inuyasha's wrists in his hand. He opened his mouth, to tell the boy to not to presume to question him, but stopped. His eyes were drawn to the palm of Inuyasha's hand, and his brother
again found it hard to look at him. Pressing his thumb against Inuyasha's fingers he forced him to open his fist only to find, as he had thought, that Inuyasha had cut deep gashes in his palms with his fingernails, presumably in an effort to use the pain to distract himself enough to hold his ground before Chernobog. Inuyasha looked embarrassed, but Sesshomaru felt pride fill him.
"He affected you that deeply?" he asked. Sesshomaru had felt something emanating from the foreign demon- some sort of fear inducing pheromone he had assumed- but it had brushed over him. Probably Inuyasha's human blood made him more susceptible, and if he had been so seized by it that he had inflicted such damage on himself then the fact that he had not retreated or shown any of his fear to his opponent was incredibly admirable.

Inuyasha flushed, turned as far away as he could be while Sesshomaru had him by the hand. "Feh, whatever. He's a pig, like you said."
"A wild boar can be a dangerous foe," Sesshomaru responded. "Just because he is stupid, it does not mean you should not fear him."
Inuyasha's head came up and his eyes blazed as he met Sesshomaru's gaze. "I'm not scared of him," he said confidently.
Sesshomaru smiled. "No," he said. He kissed the palm of his brother's hand, gently licking away the blood.
Inuyasha stared at him, confusion warring with a strange desire on his face. "Beautiful?" He repeated Sesshomaru's endearment of earlier, then shook his head self-deprecatingly. "Women are beautiful."
"The absolutely artless way you fight is beautiful," Sesshomaru said. "A storm is beautiful. Your sword is beautiful. Do not limit the word."
There was a yearning in Inuyasha's eyes, but he dismissed it and laughed derisively. "You still after that damn sword?"
Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes. He released Inuyasha's hand to reach over and, in one deft motion, pull open Inuyasha's haori and kosode. Inuyasha scowled and stepped back, but Sesshomaru shoved him, causing him to fall over, and dropped down to pin him to the ground. Inuyasha growled but Sesshomaru kissed his mouth, then released him to kiss his way down Inuyasha's neck to where the rosary rested against his exposed chest. He raised his head and his eyes glinted at Inuyasha. "It is something else I am after, brother," he said and lowered his head to take a nipple in between his teeth and tease it mercilessly with his tongue. Inuyasha gasped, his hands coming up to tangle in Sesshomaru's hair. He pulled Sesshomaru's face up to his again and kissed him, reeling backwards when Sesshomaru's tongue invaded his mouth with such force that he liked easily against the roof of it. Inuyasha moaned, his fingers tightening their grip in the silver strands, the sound almost completely lost down Sesshomaru's throat. But Sesshomaru's hand had been diligently working at its own job and as he released his brother's mouth in a slow, tongue filled kiss, Sesshomaru slipped his hand inside of Inuyasha's hakama and brushed his fingers over his sensitive length. Inuyasha gasped softly, and he used his grip on Sesshomaru's hair to pull the demon's head closer to him, determined to give as good as he got, when, unexpectedly, Sesshomaru pressed a finger to Inuyasha's lips.

"Shh," he whispered. "Lie back; let me." Inuyasha's eyes were dark with confusion, but he nodded
even though uncertain. Sesshomaru smiled. He undressed partially, removing his armor and everything else he wore that he thought might get in his way. Tokijin and Tenseiga were laid to the side, Tokijin's hilt within easy reach. Inuyasha took off his haori and laid Tetsusaiga above his head but hesitated when he saw that Sesshomaru wasn't undressing fully. Sesshomaru motioned that he should continue to remove his clothing, and, after a pause, he complied. Soon he lay stretched out before Sesshomaru, his skin soft and white in the afternoon sun, the black beads around his neck in stark contrast. He looked uncertain, but Sesshomaru smiled at him before leaning over and kissing his way slowly down Inuyasha's chest.

Sesshomaru's tongue was hot, and really long, Inuyasha thought as he lay uncomfortably under his brother. This was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. Sex was about two people giving each other pleasure. Well, unless it was one person taking pleasure... But, as he gasped, feeling his heartbeat quicken, and brought a hand up again to brush the side of Sesshomaru's face, this was all about one person giving pleasure, and was so different than their usual struggle for dominance
that it felt odd. Sesshomaru placed himself in the passive role, that of the giver and not the taker. Inuyasha couldn't see how anything he was doing would give Sesshomaru pleasure... And a soft, mewling growl ripped from his throat as he felt the sudden touch of warm lips against the tip of his length. He didn't see the half hooded look of amusement Sesshomaru shot him.

And suddenly those lips were opening and a mouth was enveloping him, wrapping him in heat, and dear god, was this what it felt like? Was this what made Sesshomaru cry out and moan for more? And Inuyasha was moaning, wildly, his hands scrambling to bury themselves in that long, silver hair, wanting to hold that heat near him forever. And far too soon it was leaving him and he cried out in loss, but then it was back, taking him in again, and he whimpered in joy. His eyes were squeezed shut from the intensity of the feelings that filled his body and his mouth gaped open in silent gasps for breath. His legs tensed, but he only spread them apart, begging for more.

More was what he got. He felt Sesshomaru's mouth leave his length momentarily and, just as he opened his eyes to see why, he felt a finger pressed against his entrance, pressing into him and suddenly it was inside him, looking for something... And it found what it was looking for and Inuyasha yelped in surprise and oh god the pleasure... He moaned, his brother's name coming out in broken syllables, as the finger pushed inside of him and he snapped his hips up almost automatically. He thought he felt something poking him in the hip, and he suddenly released his hold on his brother's hair as he realized vaguely that the demon was probably having a hard time breathing; without a second hand, Sesshomaru couldn't control Inuyasha's thrusting and pleasure him at the same time. Inuyasha reached his hands up over his head blindly; they struck against Tetsusaiga's sheath and he gripped at the sword tightly. He fell into an easy rhythm, even as Sesshomaru's tongue danced circles around his length that made him want to break apart from being unable to express the full intensity of his ecstasy. He felt like his spine wanted to fly out of his skin, so tightly was his back arched, and his head was thrown back, his mouth open in a continuous silent scream that occasionally broke out in frantic moans and cries. He felt himself losing any semblance of control, his hips moving faster and faster... until he came, one final thrust upward and he was exploding, and Sesshomaru was so hot...

And finally all the energy left his muscles and he relaxed against the ground, and finally he felt Sesshomaru's mouth leave him. He vaguely heard Sesshomaru spitting come from his mouth, and then he felt Sesshomaru lowering his body beside him. Inuyasha reached up his hands and took Sesshomaru's face between them. Inuyasha kissed his brother once, then searched his face, not even sure himself what he was looking for. He reached over with a tentative hand and brushed at the juncture of Sesshomaru's legs, feeling the erection that was present there. Sesshomaru reached over and took his hands away.

"Why?" Inuyasha murmured, pressing himself against Sesshomaru's chest, feeling very young.

"Because this isn't about me," Sesshomaru answered, kissing Inuyasha's forehead. "For once." And he wrapped his arm around his brother and held him close.

Inuyasha lay for a few moments, eyes heavy with sleep. And suddenly it came to him, why he felt so young... The last time he'd felt so utterly secure, so completely safe and unfailingly loved... was with his mother. He peeked up at Sesshomaru's face, but the demon's eyes were already closed. Inuyasha looked at him for a minute, but he was sleepy, he was warm, and he was safe... He whined softly and, burying his face in Sesshomaru's shoulder, soon fell asleep.

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