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Oh, Shit	By : TheKaytla Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 10105 -:- 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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Chapter Four

Inuyasha turned his head just enough to give Sesshomaru a flat look. “What does it look like I’m doing, asshole? I’m pissing. And it’s your fault I have to do this.” He paused while Sesshomaru’s jaw worked in silent outrage, and then added: “And don’t look at my dick, either.”

This affront seemed to be the last straw for the daiyoukai, for he threw all decorum aside and bodily leapt at Inuyasha. It was a stroke of luck that the impressive stream of piss had just come to an end, or the hanyou would have been forced to keep spraying as he dived out of the way, leaving his pillows behind on the counter.

Finding himself stark naked in Sesshomaru’s living room – and it was only then that he noticed Sesshomaru had discarded his sheet and put on last night’s trousers to cover his nudity - with said youkai having a violent mood swing, Inuyasha did the prudent thing and bolted for the nearest door and back into the bedroom. He grabbed a small chair that was sitting beside an equally small table used for God knows what and wedged it under the door handle just in time for Sesshomaru to follow, banging on the door and jiggling the handle.

Inuyasha let out a sigh of relief. Sesshomaru may be pissed, but he apparently wasn’t pissed enough to start destroying hotel property, so there was a chance he wouldn’t eviscerate Inuyasha as soon as he got hold of him. A small chance, but it was better than nothing.

“Inuyasha!” Sesshomaru shouted through the door. “Remove yourself from my suite immediately!”

“Fuck you!” Inuyasha replied tersely, turning away from the door and scanning the room, taking care not to stare at the bed. If he could afford to pay for a replacement, he would burn the damn thing and all the secrets and smells it carried. For the latter was bad now, even more overwhelming than in the bathroom. Whatever had happened there had just been foreplay.

With perfect timing, Sesshomaru said tartly, “No, I believe it was you who was fucked, not I.”

Inuyasha’s hackles rose immediately and he bit back a growl. Yeah, he expected that was the way it had gone down, but there was no way in fucking hell he was letting Sesshomaru believe that.

He took a deep, calming breath and then shouted back, “How do you figure that, asshole? You don’t even remember anything that happened last night!”

“And you do?” was the knowing reply.

“Enough to be surprised you ain’t fucking limping!”

“Your lying is of abysmal quality, Inuyasha.”

“So is your ass,” Inuyasha deadpanned.

A gusty sigh. “You are so infantile. I am going to place a call to the front desk. If you are not out of my suite by the time I return, I will come in there to get you.”

“Whatever,” Inuyasha snorted, rolling his eyes.

He waited until Sesshomaru’s footsteps had moved away and then rubbed a hand hard over his nose to try and displace the smell of sex that coated the room. He then zeroed in on the wardrobe. He needed something to cover himself, even if it was one of Sesshomaru’s nasty suits.

A rifle through the wardrobe turned up one small travel case. Sure enough, there was a pressed suit sitting in the bottom, no doubt what Sesshomaru planned to wear for his return flight. Inuyasha grinned evilly and threw the shirt and jacket haphazardly over the bed, enjoying the creases forming in the expensive fabrics.

That’d teach his brother to be such a jerkwad, he thought, as he pulled on the trousers. He stood and checked himself out in the mirror. The legs were a bit too long and scuffed against the floor, but since they belonged to Sesshomaru, he really didn’t give a shit. And he had to admit it was made of a damn nice material. It wasn’t silk, but it was almost as soft, and very light. Maybe these suits weren’t so bad after all.

The same could not be said for the bastard who wore them. Though he had dismissed Sesshomaru’s warning, he knew the threat was valid, and he knew he wouldn’t like what the bastard did when he came through that door. It was a lesson hard learned from early on in his life when, admittedly, he had deliberately annoyed Sesshomaru, but still felt like the victim after having unholy wrath rained down upon him disproportionate to his crime.

Really, what asshole knocked his pre-teen younger brother unconscious and locked him bound and gagged in a closet just for spying on him?

Leaving was the best course of action for the time being. He was well aware they needed to sort out this marriage bullshit before they left Vegas – and if he ever found out who started the phrase “what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas”, he’d skin them on principle – but they needed some time apart to calm down before they killed each other.

He put the chair back where it had been before and quietly creaked open the door, the furry triangles of his ears standing straight up. He could hear the soft murmur of Sesshomaru’s voice further in the suite and guessed he was still on the phone. Good. His shitty luck was starting to improve.

Quietly as he could, he snuck out of the bedroom and closed the door gingerly, then paused. His ears flicked. No change in the timbre of Sesshomaru’s voice. Good.

Hating even the very idea of sneaking away from Sesshomaru’s wrath, Inuyasha nonetheless began his slow, agonising tiptoeing towards freedom, his ears constantly twitching on top of his snowy white head as he kept listening for the end of Sesshomaru’s phone call.

It was utterly humiliating to run away from Sesshomaru. He always stood his ground when his brother was being a dick. But tensions were running higher than usual and he didn’t want to have an all out fight with the asshole when he still felt hungover as shit – his inuyoukai healing was doing its part, but he still felt pretty messed up.

He just had to get out the door into the hallway. Once there, he was free –

“I sincerely hope those are not my trousers you are wearing, Inuyasha,” Sesshomaru said icily.

Inuyasha jumped a foot in the air and spun around in time to see Sesshomaru disconnecting the call on the cordless phone and placing it with exaggerated calm in its cradle. He looked at Sesshomaru’s furious face, then down at the trousers he was wearing, and then back at Sesshomaru.

“I needed something to wear,” he said defensively.

“Your own clothes are in the bathroom.” Sesshomaru took a measured step toward him and Inuyasha took one back.

“But they’re wet,” he argued, looking back over his shoulder. So close to freedom...

“That is not my problem,” Sesshomaru replied, his voice almost dripping icicles. “If you do not remove them immediately, I will strip them from you myself.”

“You want to strip me naked, huh? I guess we can say last night was your fault, then,” Inuyasha shot back snarkily. He instantly regretted it; now was not the time to bait Sesshomaru, but old habits die hard and he didn’t always think before he opened his mouth.

Sesshomaru’s expression turned apoplectic with rage and Inuyasha did the only smart thing he could: he bolted for the door.

He wrenched it open and sped out into the plush carpeted hallway, almost tripping over the cuffs that fluttered around his feet, but didn’t slow down. He had to get away from the door. Sesshomaru was so prim, he’d never chase after him half-naked, which meant he’d have to go back and get a shirt, thereby giving Inuyasha an extra thirty seconds to get out of the hotel and into a cab –

The door crashed open again behind him and Inuyasha looked over his shoulder to see Sesshomaru charging after him... without a shirt on.

“Oh, shit!” he yelled and launched himself down a flight of stairs, almost bowling over an old couple along the way. He didn’t even have time to shout an apology over his shoulder, too busy fleeing for his life.

He didn’t get very far. After running down another flight of stairs and spilling out into another hallway, he could feel the heat of Sesshomaru’s youki almost burning the skin of his back, meaning he was but a matter of steps behind him. Damn the bastard and his longer legs!

Desperate, Inuyasha made a beeline for a bellboy helping a young couple get settled into their room and, just as Sesshomaru’s claws were about to tear strips off him, he let out a high-pitched wail worthy of any horror movie actress.

As planned, it brought Sesshomaru up short, surprised. Inuyasha took advantage of it to back away and put some distance between them again. When Sesshomaru began to move once more, looking absolutely murderous, Inuyasha flung out a hand and pointed at him.

“Spousal abuse!” he yelled as loudly as he could, drawing gasps from the young couple. The bellboy reached hesitantly for what Inuyasha presumed was a mobile phone, ready to call for assistance, and Sesshomaru paused again, off balance.

What happened after that, Inuyasha had no idea, because he ran again, almost falling headlong down the stairs in his haste. A matter of seconds passed before Sesshomaru’s youki blazed with outrage and he began his pursuit all over again.

“Inuyasha!” he shouted, almost a growl in his anger. “Get back here this instant!”

“Fuck off!” Inuyasha shot back, racing along another corridor to another flight of stairs. Just how many floors did this damn hotel have?!

But the next hallway he found himself in was familiar. Very familiar. He could even detect his old scent from the night before when he checked in. How he and Sesshomaru had managed to check into the same hotel without at least one of them realising the other was there, he had no idea.

Still, it meant he had nowhere to run and was now royally screwed if he couldn’t get Sesshomaru to calm down. How the fuck he was meant to do that, he didn’t know.

All time to consider his options evaporated as Sesshomaru finally caught up to him, getting his claws around his throat and slamming him against the wall hard enough to rattle both the lights hanging on the wall and Inuyasha’s brain inside his skull. Dazed, the hanyou shouted the first thing that came to mind.

“Truce!”

Amazingly, Sesshomaru’s acid-tipped right hand stopped mere inches from Inuyasha’s face at the same moment Inuyasha’s hands reflexively gripped his wrist.

“Truce?” he repeated derisively. “Why should I stay my hand after the insults you have visited upon me, you wretched half-breed?”

Counting himself very lucky to not have his flesh melting off its bones, Inuyasha didn’t rise to the insult as he usually would have. Thinking fast with his brain still vibrating from the impact was difficult, but he gave it his best shot.

“Look... we’re both a little upset about what happened last night,” he said slowly, his voice coming out a little hoarse as he struggled to speak around the tight grip Sesshomaru had on his throat. “What we need is to just take a couple hours away from each other to calm the fuck down and wrap our heads around all the shit that happened.”

Sesshomaru’s grip relaxed slightly, but didn’t release entirely. Still, he seemed to be considering the suggestion. Inuyasha drew in a deep breath.

“We’re not gonna be able to fix this if we’re constantly at each other’s throats,” he added pointedly.

“Hm.” Sesshomaru’s hands returned to his sides and the acrid smell of acid all but vanished from the hallway. “Very well. A truce for the time being. Tread lightly, Inuyasha, for there will be no others. I will return for you in an hour.”

With that, Sesshomaru turned and left, walking as regally and confidently as though he’d been wearing a tailored three-piece suit instead of running around half-naked and barefoot.

Inuyasha waited until his footsteps had completely vanished before moving himself, not quite trusting Sesshomaru’s retreat after seeing him in such a violent mood. His room was right at the end of the hall, almost opposite the flight of stairs that led to the lobby, and he automatically patted his pockets before realising his card key was probably still in his jeans... along with his wallet and phone, which were all in a sodden, stained heap in the bottom of Sesshomaru’s shower.

Shit.

He banged on the door with his fist. “Miroku!” Not a sound. “Get the fuck out of bed, you lazy monk!”

Still not a sound from within the room. He banged harder and shouted his friend’s name louder. Finally, he heard the sound of something being toppled over and pressed his ear to the door, where he could hear a few snatches of Miroku’s muttering.

“Damn hanyou... can’t use his key... fucking hungover...”

Inuyasha grinned ferally. He didn’t know or care what Sesshomaru was going to do to calm down, but he had plans. He cracked his knuckles and waited with admirable patience for his friend to open the door.
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