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In Saving You, I Saved Myself	By : CrimsonStained Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 9734 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: All names/characters belong to the great Rumiko Takahashi. The only thing I own are my ideas to manipulate her characters to my whims. I make no money from writing this fanfiction.

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Lust burned through him, lighting his body aflame. Every inch of his skin sung the vibrations of his want, his need; his flesh exuding a heady scent of arousal.
Long fingers tracked down the plains of his chest, claws trailing ever-so-gently against his flesh. He puffed softly, his body needing some sort of relief. This feeling that burned within him was so foreign; he had wanted before, but never to the extent that he thought it would drive him to insanity.
InuYasha sighed out another breath, dragging his bottom lip beneath his fangs as that skilled hand smoothed against his abdomin. Too slow, it was not enough, he needed more! He pulled his hand up to grasp the limb on his stomach, slowly prying his lust-filled eyes open to half-mast.
Twin fervent aureate eyes stared into his own from beneath the brush of silver bangs, gleaming with unconcealed desire as the hand InuYasha had captured began to travel south once more. He glanced down at his own hardened member, then back into that gaze, his heart racing.
InuYasha pushed himself tight against the wall at his back, his breath hitching as the face belonging to those eyes lowered, just like that hand. His eyes focused on the other’s forehead where an indigo crescent moon sat centered.
InuYasha jolted into complete consciousness, fully alert and reeking of arousal. The blown-eyed hanyou wildly looked around him, one hand clasping to his chest as he heaved, his gaze landing on Sesshoumaru with an explosive, “OH, FUCK NO!!”
The inuyoukai, who’d awakened as InuYasha did, narrowed his eyes and marginally raised a brow at his half-brother’s forceful declaration. His expression clearly showed his displeasure at being awoken in such a manner in the dead of night
The distressed hanyou jumped to his feet, pacing back and forth as the dream played through his mind causing shivers to run through his spine. This was definitely a moment in which he was overjoyed for his brother’s current state as each inhalation brought the scent of his own lust to his nose.
“What is the matter, InuYasha,” The demon growled, displeased to be kept out of the loop, taking in his brother's flushed complexion and slight panic.
“No! No, no… Just- No! That is—NO!” InuYasha raved, turning and stalking off into the woods.
Sesshoumaru remained seated during his brother’s queer antics before the half-demon made his exit, leaving his confused brother in his wake. The inu frowned thoughtfully, looking up to the star-lit sky for a minute before letting loose a long sigh.
There seemed to never be a dull moment with the hanyou, ‘Nor does it seem there is ever a lucid thought in that boy’s head,’ Sesshoumaru deduced mentally.
“Come on, let’s get goin’,” InuYasha announced his entrance; the hanyou reappeared with his hair still water-logged from a seemingly impromptu bath. By the goosebumps running up the flesh of his neck Sesshoumaru would guess it had been a cold one.
Sesshoumaru climbed to his feet, throwing the hanyou an inquiring glance before brushing past, a disinterested and bored mask painted over his ethereal face. The demon noted InuYasha flush furiously behind his scowl and avoide his gaze when he tried to meet the hanyou’s eyes.
‘Interesting…’
Their travels commenced once more, InuYasha trudging behind his half-brother. It was a good solid five minutes before InuYasha broke the silence, muttering, “At the very least, I wouldn’t be bottom.”
“Did you say something, InuYasha?” Sesshoumaru politely intoned as he turned to glance at him, feigning his ignorance. It was true that he may've lost his sense of touch and smell, but his ears remained unaffected.
“Wha-? No! I didn’t say nothin’!” He sputtered back, clenching his hands tightly and sweeping past Sesshoumaru.
“Hn. Really. Because to this one, with all the previous evidence given, I would gather you had a rather… Homoerotic dream,” The inuyoukai forced back a grin as InuYasha’s spine abruptly straightened, “Furthermore, it would seem that this dream has made you significantly… Uncomfortable, leading me to believe it was about you an--”
“IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT FOR SPOUTIN’ ALL THAT ‘PLEASURE IS PLEASURE’ CRAP!!” InuYasha burst out, whirling on his brother and pointing rudely.
Sesshoumaru smirked, a small tug at the corners of his lips, “Why, little brother, I had no idea you liked me so.”
“Fuck you, Sesshoumaru!! You’re twisting shit around on me now! You know damn well I don’t!” InuYasha growled, his entire body feeling uncomfortably hot.
“InuYasha-” The expression fell from his face.
“Don’t you-”
“INUYASHA!” Sesshoumaru growled fiercely, looking past the hanyou, “Behind you!”
“Huh?” InuYasha whirled just in time to catch two forelimbs that barrelled into his chest, pushing him into the ground. The gnarled muzzle of a badger youkai snapped in his face, hungry brown eyes gleaming.
“Get the—Fuck! – OFF’A ME! DEMON!” InuYasha struggled before rolling back and thrusting his feet up into the youkai’s gut, effectively throwing him off and drawing the Tetsusaiga, “Where the fuck did that thing come from!”
“From behind you while you were being negligent of your surroundings. Careful InuYasha, getting lost in your mind out here will get you killed one day,” Sesshoumaru mockingly quoted the words spoken to him the night before.
“You are such a smartass!” InuYasha shot over his shoulder. He growled lowed as he blocked several swipes from the youkai’s claws, jumping far enough back to be able to go on the defensive. The hanyou drew the blade in an arc, shooting forth a blast of youki that tore through the badger.
“You are such a brute,” Sesshoumaru commented offhandedly; turning to walk by his kin, “You embarrass that blade with your lack of finesse and tact.”
“Yeah? Well you embarrass yourself with your lack of intelligence and … and emotion!” The dog-eared hanyou growled back.
“This one assures you InuYasha that he is extensively educated; as well there is a notable difference between controlling your emotions, and the lack thereof. You could take a lesson or two from this Sesshoumaru.”
“You’re extensively an asshole, is what you are!”
Sesshoumaru paused, pinched the bridge of his nose, and took in a huge lungful of air to reel in his annoyance. Choosing the high road, the youkai released his breath and continued to walk, “Let us continue, Little Brother.”
They couple drew towards the North for the next few days, alternating between awkward silences, word brawls and sleeping. It was on the fourth day that Sesshoumaru paused.
“What’s the matter?” InuYasha questioned, stepping up beside his brother, silently admiring the way the youkai’s face twisted slightly with confusion and consternation.
“Tenseiga… Is calling out,” He almost whispered more to himself than to answer the hanyou’s inquiry, “It has remained silent since that thrice-damed magi attempted to kill me..”
“She technically succeeded,” His response was automatic, mostly just to piss off his brother who threw him a vicious glare. Suddenly InuYasha glanced down at Tetsusaiga which had abruptly started rattling in it’s sheath, reacting to it’s twin.
“Come, I have a feeling Tenseiga will lead Tetsusaiga to where we need to go,” Sesshoumaru replied curtly, striding past the half-demon. InuYasha chuckled with sadistic mirth at his irate brother before trailing after him once more.
Riko narrowed her eyes as she circled the demon lord’s body again, sizing him up and down, her mind filtering through possible justifications of why Sesshoumaru’s body was still refusing to reanimate. Riko was a necromancer magi, she had long-since perfected her skills when she was still young, so she knew it was nothing to do with her magic. She huffed sharply, gnawing on the inside of her cheek in frustration before turning away from the youkai’s form. All of her past reanimations had always worked exactly as planned, leaving her with a gorgeous body that had no mind or will of it’s own, why wouldn't this one?
“There is a reason for this, I know there is… Something went wrong with the banishment,” She growled to herself, now chewing on a finger nail in thought, her expression deepening into a scowl.
“But what… What went wrong…” She looked over her shoulder once more for but a moment before flipping her long dark hair with a huff and striding away.
Sesshoumaru’s body lay listless against the corner of the room, dull burnished eyes stared blankly; his clothing still intact with his swords strewn beside him. Tenseiga briefly pulsed, sending out a wave of demonic energy unnoticed by the witch. It sensed it’s brother near, as well as the soul of it’s bearer; it’s intent was set on reviving him. Tenseiga pulsed again.
InuYasha drew his ears back as the scent of dark magic wisped through the air, his instincts screamed warnings of danger, “I don’t like the smell of this place…”
Sesshoumaru slid his gaze to his half-brother, vaguely surprised the half-breed could sense the menace at all. He glanced forward once more, determination shining in his eyes, “Hn… That’s to be expected.”
The two crested a hill that dipped down and ended at an azure blue barrier, the dome covering a fairly wide range of land. InuYasha scowled, drawing a pulsing Tetsusaiga, feeling his chest puff out a bit as Sesshoumaru observed the blade bleed red.
“This ain’t nothin’ for Tetsusaiga,” InuYasha intoned cockily, drawing the blade up high before dashing forward and leaping, bringing his sword down with a mighty slash. It was almost as if InuYasha hovered mid-air for a moment when the blade reverberated against the witch’s barrier before forcing through, a brilliant yellow blaze of youki splashed forth across its surface before the dome completely dissapated.
The young half-demon looked back to his brother as he landed, feeling more than a little prideful at the nod of acknowledgement Sesshoumaru sent his way. InuYasha would deny it of course, but internally he positively preened as he sheathed Tetsusaiga.
“This way,” Sesshoumaru intoned lightly; he turned slightly to the left and led them towards a stone mansion-like structure. It was too big to call a house, but still too small for a castle. InuYasha clenched his fist to silence his resonating sword, his adrenaline beginning to pump. What if they ran into the magi now? Was he strong enough to defeat her alone, when even Sesshoumaru couldn’t?
The hanyou emitted a low growl, his golden eyes glinting dangerously as his ears pulled back; guess he’d just have to find out.
An unpleasant tingling skittered along his flesh as they entered through what was seemingly the front door, his eyes immediately assessing for threats in the nearby vicinity. Somehow, he knew he’d set off silent traps and that a meeting with the enemy was imminent; they had to hurry.
The further the inu brothers ventured, the more abnormal and irregular the objects and decor became. From shelves of mysterious liquids, bottles with stoppers and strange glass cups to what looked to be a dragon claw displayed in a corner.
“Shit… And here I thought you had no taste,” InuYasha jibbed at his half-brother, earning himself a well-deserved growl and glare combo, “Come on, I am picking up your scent over here.”
Alas, the two found themselves staring down at Sesshoumaru’s collapsed form, cradled in the corner of a room. Sesshoumaru clenched his jaw tight, not quite knowing how he felt, or even how he should feel, as he looked as his abandoned shell.
“Well… If this isn’t creepy, I don’t know what is,” InuYasha intoned gently, scratching at the back of his head as he tried to make light of the situation, “So… Now what?”
He could see Sesshoumaru frown from the corner of his eye, the youkai remained silent in thought.
“Are we… Able to get you back in?” For some reason, asking that particular question pulled something deep in his chest. It suddenly became a very real to the two that they may not be able to get him ‘back in’.
“My, my, my, and just what do we have here?” A female’s voice rang out from behind them, causing them both to whirl around. There Riko stood, in all her glory, dressed in a modest black kimono with a crimson obi. Her sleeves hung long, the trim decorated with thread imaging of swirling green, orange, yellow and red leaves.
“You… What the fuck did you do to Sesshoumaru?” InuYasha snarled, his lip lifting in a snarl as he drew his blade. Sesshoumaru studied her with a seemingly apathetic gaze, suddenly having a realization hit him.
“InuYasha, she cannot see or hear me,” He added, watching for any perceptions on her part of his presence, “Do not look at me, brother; do not give away my occupancy.”
“Hmmm… The inu youkai there? Well, just a little of this and that… He was a cocky one, attempting to take me on… But my question to you is how did you break through my barrier, little lost puppy-dog?”
The hanyou twitched an ear listening between the two voices, narrowing his eyes, “Keh! Who you callin' puppy! That flimsy thing couldn’t even be called a barrier! Not for me anyway!”
“Oh really…” The witch lifted a hand, energy beginning to heat up the air, “Well, I guess I shall have to punish you, naughty puppy, for trespassing then; as I’m sure you are aware… It is a crime.”
“Get her to move past my body,” Sesshoumaru hissed, his eyes locked onto the magi’s spell as she conjured and released a green strike of lightening.
"So is murder!" InuYasha dodged it by skipping backwards, allowing his gaze to quickly flit around the room as his mind raced for battle tactic ideas.
“Quick little one, aren’t you?”
“Fuck you!” InuYasha spat, rolling left to dodge another blast before immediately flipping backwards in avoidance of a third.
“You must be related,” The witch stated, the grin washing from her face as her eyes pinched, “For weak dogs will fight all the more fiercely when backed into a corner; such as your… hmm. Brother I’d say.”
Cuneate ears slicked back as he held out his blade, summoning the wind scar, “You bitch…”
"Do not compare me to your kind," Riko nullified the power skating towards her, clasping her hands together and closing her eyes, muttering what sounded nonsensical words underneath her breath.
“InuYasha, grab the Tenseiga!” Sesshoumaru hissed, his eyes locking onto his brothers for a split-second. The longer this fight lasted, the less favorable it was to his impatient sibling.
Bracing himself, InuYasha pushed off the balls of his feet, flipping over the witch and skidding to a stop. He drew the sheath from his obi and held it out before him, successfully warding off the blast Riko had just sent his way.
In favor of Sesshoumaru’s, InuYasha dropped his blade, ripping the foreign sword from it’s sheath, “Shit! Now what?!”
“Now, you die!” Riko snarled, her body glowing with power, “I’m quickly growing bored of you. Fun’s over.”
“Hold it above my body! Do you see them? The demons! The demons to the underworld!” Tenseiga, please hear my plea, allow InuYasha to wield you, if not just this once!
InuYasha was about to snap back a retort against his brother’s sanity before he paused, his minds eye suddenly registering little imps ranging from a green blue to light green, each looking confused as they continually tried to tug Sesshoumaru’s non-existent soul from his body and scratch their heads.
“Cut them, InuYasha! Now!”
“Why are you looking away?!” Riko threw three waves of energy in succession as she watched the seemingly crazed hanyou slash a sword above his dead brother’s body before being bowled over by her attack.
InuYasha’s elation as he watched the demons be ripped in half by the dull blade was short lived before he vociferated in pain, his suddenly airborne body being thrown against the far wall like a ragdoll. Everything hurt; it felt like electricity was shooting through his veins, burning him from the inside out, so painful that he didn't even register his body hitting the floor.
As the pain lessened to become semi-bearable, the dazed hanyou watched the witch close in on him, her eyes shining mirthfully as she grasped his hair and hauled his head up straight to peer into his face, “Why yes, you’re just as handsome as your brother… Perhaps I shall keep you as well. Those ears are just to die for.”
“Like hell!” InuYasha snapped back with less vigor than normal.
Sesshoumaru ignored his pounding heart and the queasy feeling he got as he was literally ripped back into his body, going from an impressionless world to being completely overloaded with scents, sight, touch and hearing.
The inu resisted the urge to grab his head, grinding his back molars through the discomfort and pain as he forced his stiff, aching bones to move. His mind digesting what the malicious women was whispering into his brother’s ears, watched his brother’s scowl deepen in pain and disgust. He wasn't sure what happened, but those words alone were enough to motivate his body into motion, a distinct feeling of protection overcoming him. InuYasha was his to do with what he wished, nobody else's. His to fight, his to kill, and his to protect.
“You will make a lovely addition to my collection as well… Even if I cannot reanimate your brother, I’m sure I can make a pretty scene with you both.”
“I think not,” Sesshoumaru thrust Tokijin into the magi’s back, his blade sliding easily through her body. He bared his teeth as he tightened his grip on the hilt and pushed deeper, hearing her cry of surprise and pain, then twisted the blade to the side, wrenching through her thin heart and body.
“You… You will pay…”
Riko's silver eye fluttered as she looked down, subconsciously hearing the thick fall of blood splattering onto the floor, her blood. Darkness clouded her vision as she plunged forward, feeling the resounding thud jar her body but not really perceiving any pain or discomfort; and then there was nothing.
Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes before resolutely decapitating her, his golden eyes aflame with vengeance.
InuYasha stared wide-eyed, as he had from the moment he spied the metal bursting through the witch’s chest, turning his full gaze up to Sesshoumaru slowly as her head rolled – the body’s head rolled. It was no longer a she, no longer a being, someone that had spoken – maliciously or otherwise, it was a body; because that’s the way it had to be. Impersonal.
An explosion of magic burst forth around them, flushing the room with a purple cast as it swirled. Both inus heard her soft laughter around them as the magic began dispersing, “Enjoy my parting gift, for I shall see you both in Hell.”
With bated breath they waited as the magic faded leaving the two heaving air into their lungs as InuYasha struggled to move, trying to work out the remaining shivers of magic from Riko’s attack from his body.
“You…. You bastard!! You got blood all over my fuckin’ clothes!!” InuYasha broke the silence as he cried out indignantly, his tone slightly estranged. He ignored the lingering pain and jumped to his feet, rubbing his bloodied hands onto his already soiled haori, “Asshole, what-- …”
The hanyou trailed off as he realized Sesshoumaru was looking at his hand in disbelief, his normally pinched placid gaze was wide with what seemed to be wonder. He knew Sesshoumaru would deny it, but InuYasha caught a defined tremor running through the youkai’s limbs.
Sesshoumaru clenched his fist, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply as elation flowed through his veins. Free, he was finally free! Free to move, to smell, to speak. Free to feel the blood pumping through his veins and the ground beneath his feet; or to call forth his youki and enjoy his full form, enjoy the sky once more. The scent of pine, earth, and a hint of spice that reminded him of ginger filtered through his nose causing the Daiyoukai to open his eyes. InuYasha…
Golden eyes flicked to their twins as he watched his hanyou brother’s expression fall from indignant anger to a warm half-smile with a small huff.
“InuYasha…” Sesshoumaru fought to cough against the tickle of his vocal chords, everything had become so sensitive from disuse – or rather, he’d become so sensitive to them, “InuYasha… You…helped me. You didn't have to... but you did.”
The half demon found himself roughly pulled into an embrace, his eyes blowing wide in surprise. In a third-person, out of body, sort of way, he could feel Sesshoumaru bury his nose into his hair and inhale deeply. His brother’s hand clenched tightly into the back of his haori; so tightly that his could feel pin-pricks of his claws poking the soft flesh of his shoulders through his kosode. If there had been any doubt before, InuYasha now knew for sure that the quivering he'd seen was indeed not a figment of his imagination.
“InuYasha… Thank you…” The demon murmured softly into one of InuYasha’s velvet ears, the soft wisp of breath causing it to tickle and flick.
“Uhh… Yeah… Sure,” InuYasha muttered into the soft fluff his face was shoved into, blood slowly working its way high into his cheeks, “Just… Just get off me, ya big sap! Yer gettin’ all sentimental and shit on me!”
Sesshoumaru grasped his brother tighter for but a second before he released him, feeling secure enough to hold up his façade of reticence, “Come, we should be departing.”
“You were the one that initiated the cuddle session in the first place…” InuYasha frowned, averting his eyes from Sesshoumaru’s intent stare with a slight blush. Even if it hadn't been his emotionally constipated, holier-than-thou brother that had hugged him, he wasn't used to the physical contact. It felt... weird. Not awkard, per say, but... Different.
The demon thought for a moment to correct InuYasha’s statement, an embrace of gratitude was a far cry from cuddling; but the Daiyoukai’s mood was so uplifted he chose merely to not dignify him with a retort and turned on heel, trusting InuYasha would follow. After all, InuYasha probably didn’t know the way back.
“We near a river of something? I’m getting’ tired of that wench’s blood exuding from me!” InuYasha complained for the third time in twenty minutes. Sesshoumaru grit his molars together, allowing his eyes to shut for a momentary reprieve of the hanyou’s gaudy red kimono.
“There is a hot spring close, I can smell the minerals from here,” Sesshoumaru replied softly, continuing in the direction he had been heading. Completely elated with the fact he could smell at all.
The sun was beginning its slow descent by the time the brothers came across the spring, painting brilliant blues, reds, and oranges across the sky. The water steamed into the warmed summer air, calling to the weary bodies of the two travellers with it’s warmth and promises of cleanliness.
Sesshoumaru immediately set to unhooking his armour and unravelling the boa of fur over his shoulder. His lack of hesitation to disrobe had InuYasha staring silently with a small blush hovering over his nose, watching the silken obi fluttering to the ground.
Feeling eyes on him, Sesshoumaru turned his he drew his haori out of the waistband of his hakama, slipping it off one shoulder as he caught the other inu’s eye, “What is the matter, InuYasha?”
“A-Ah, I mean…” white ears drew flat against his skull as the hanyou shyly glanced towards him, slowly untying his suikan, “How can you just… you know, strip like I’m not here?”
He wondered by his brother’s blank stare and slow blink if he understood the implications of his question.
“There is nothing about your body to be ashamed of, or anything to keep hidden. I’ve seen it all before InuYasha,” Sesshoumaru replied blandly, dropping his haori close to the water’s edge. His clothing would need to be scrubbed to get the smell of the magi from them.
“Clearly,” InuYasha muttered back, turning red up to the tips of his ears as he thought of his brother’s implied sexcapades with the same gender, “That doesn’t make me feel better. At all.”
The hanyou started when he heard the slushing of water and turned to see his brother, nude as the day he was born, past mid-thigh in the springs. He skin glowed, turning his enthralling being into something resembling a God as the dusk painted his pale skin a myriad of colours. InuYasha subconsciously traced along his brother’s silken orange-dyed hair, to the small bumps of the vertebrae in his spine, down to the curve of his ass where twined stripes riding the curve of his hips ended into points.
As he realized he was staring, he abruptly turned his gaze to his fumbling fingers, working on the tie of his sashinuki style hakama. InuYasha held back a sigh as he looked down his own frame, his fingers pausing in the strings.
Maybe… Maybe there would be nothing to be ashamed of if I looked like him, InuYasha’s scowl narrowed slightly, If I had a perfect pure-blooded youkai body and not one of an abnormal, disgusting hanyou…
InuYasha gathered his haori and nagajuban, self-consciously holding them in front of his chest as he climbed into the springs with his soiled hakama still on. As soon as he sat in the heated waters, he set to scrubbing the blood from his haori, fisting and rubbing the material against itself.
Sesshoumaru drew his hand through his long silver hair over and over again, rinsing away the scent of the magus slowly but surely. He noticed his brother’s reluctance to remove his clothing but thought better than to remark on it, he was not up for a verbal sparring match at this moment. All he wanted to do was enjoy the feeling of his body once more, let the water wash away Riko’s stench, and let the heat steep deep into his sore unused muscles.
Finally feeling more like himself, Sesshoumaru reached for his haori on the side of the spring, drawing the material into the water. He let the scalding liquid bubble away most of the grime before scrubbing the material against his thigh.
InuYasha paused, glancing over to his brother’s nonchalant, and somewhat awkward, attempt at cleaning his clothes. Maybe it was because of the time spent in one another’s company lately, or some semblance of respect he had gained for the youkai, but he didn’t want to watch his normally flawless brother’s clumsy display any longer. The hanyou wouldn’t go so far as to say he felt remorseful for cutting off Sesshoumaru’s arm, but maybe… just maybe he felt a little regret.
“Here, give me that,” InuYasha spoke gruffly, pirating the material from his siblings hand. He swiftly finished and grabbed the next garment, flushing under Sesshoumaru’s analytical stare, “There. I’m getting’ out.”
“InuYasha,” His brother’s tone slid over his skin, smooth like the silk he’d just washed, causing the hanyou to pause.
“What…”
“Come, sit so I may endeavor to make your mane look at least somewhat respectable.”
InuYasha turned slowly, his golden eyes wide and questioning, “You… What?”
“Your hair,” Sesshoumaru stated in the same apathetic tone, gesturing to the spot on front of him, “I wish to make it presentable.”
“Ah hell no, I ain’t some pansy-ass --”
“It is commonplace for siblings to groom each other; I am not accepting your refusal. Your appearance is atrocious. Come and sit.”
Though his tone brooked no argument, InuYasha couldn’t help but respond, “Or what, you’ll make me?”

His bravado was just a bad cover-up, a front against the welling emotion he couldn’t name that swirled around inside of him. Sesshoumaru had just openly claimed him as a brother, as pack, in a nonderisive way… For the first time.
The hanyou found himself gliding through the water slowly, almost hesitantly, waiting for Sesshoumaru to change his mind, waiting so he could save face if he did – when he did. This was Sesshoumaru we were talking about, Hanyou-Hating-Sesshoumaru, Die-InuYasha-Sesshoumaru…
“We do not have all night, come and sit, InuYasha. I will not ask again," He ordained.
The expression InuYasha gave was that of an embarrassed, pouting child. With drawn ears, he hesitantly turned and sat, flinching at the first brush of his brother’s typically lethal hand.
It was one of the few times Sesshoumaru could truly admit to himself that he felt… discomforted by his past actions towards his brother. Slowly dragging the mass of hair over InuYasha's shoulders, the youkai started at the tips, slicing through gnarls that looked impossible to release and split ends, beginning to lose himself in the task.
The youkai felt more than a little pride as he noticed InuYasha’s tensed shoulders slowing relaxing, his head tilting back ever so slightly, leaning in the stroking claws preening him. Sesshoumaru’s gaze locked onto the two fluffy appendages flicking back and forth now and then. He had always been curious to examine InuYasha’s ears, ears that were so physically different than his own. As Sesshoumaru finished that last of his brother’s hair, he cautiously drew a finger along the edge of InuYasha’s ear, causing it to twitch. The second touch was more purposeful, lightly fingering the thing flesh between his thumb and index.
“Sesshoma—”
“Hush InuYasha,” The youkai chided, cutting him off as he thumbed the cartilage back, testing its flexibility. They were a lot softer than he’d imagined they’d be, like puppy-down. The tension strung back into the hanyou’s shoulders as Sesshoumaru continued his examination, who was soon satisfied with the reaction he got as he rubbed the base inside InuYasha’s ear.
InuYasha suddenly became conscious to the fact he was leaning into his brother’s hand, his eyes closed and mouth parted minutely as Sesshoumaru’s fingers were relieving the most delightful of itches, a soft growl resounding low in his throat. The hanyou suddenly reeled to his feet, spinning on heel as his hand came up to cup his right ear, a devastated expression crossing his face.
Sesshoumaru’s apathetic demeanor morphed in the most minor way, his lips tugging into the barest of grins as his eyes narrowed. He’d found his brother’s weak spot.
“I-I’m going to… To go… H-hunt something to eat, yes… Right,” He stuttered, red seeping into his face as he turned, striding out of the water steadfastly, ignorant to the way his hakama clung to his legs. Forgoing his still-sopping wet haori, the hanyou opted to hunt topless so he could get away from his conniving brother as fast as demonly possible.
The inu youkai’s grin slowly grew as he climbed out of the spring, dressing without his armour in his still damp clothes, oh yes. This could be fun.
InuYasha scowled, buffing his ear harshly with a loose fist, “Fuckin’ Sesshoumaru and his fuckin’ dirty tricks!”
The hanyou became distracted by a smooth white lock of hair blew over his shoulder, carrying his brother’s scent with it. He ran a hand through the shiny strands, amazed at difference. Before it was thick and matted with the possibility of housing several different species of bird (at one time); now it laid compliantly against his head.
Almost in a trance, he found a puddle to take in the current state of his appearance. He almost didn’t recognize himself; his snowy hair now looked so light and shiny. Thinned out after the matts had been removed, his hair now flowed more fluidly around his shoulders. Even he had to admit… He cleaned up pretty nice.
Now… InuYasha shivered, rubbing his hands over his bare biceps, feeling slightly chilly as his nipples budded, there was a small possibility he was regretting his decision to leave his haori, Let’s hunt up some food.
A considerably short amount of time late found InuYasha proudly reappearing with two rabbits, one of which he tossed in the Daiyoukai’s direction, “Here.”
Sesshoumaru retained his surprise from showing through his mask, secretly pleased that InuYasha had decided to provide for him as well. He wondered if InuYasha perhaps still felt common inu-youkai instincts, and acted on them even without truly knowing what they meant, “Perhaps… We may consume these while we prepare this.”
The hanyou glanced over to his brother and abruptly dropped his rabbit, “Goddammit, Sesshoumaru!! Do you gotta try to one-up me every time?!”
A large boar sat to Sesshoumaru’s right as he prepared for it to be barbequed over the fire he’d created, “Why InuYasha, what else is family for but to show you your shortcomings?”
“…Did you just make a joke? …No, Honestly. I can’t tell if you’re serious or not.”
The inu youkai remained silent just to screw with InuYasha, setting the pig up to be fired before quietly setting to the task of skinning his rabbit. The hanyou finished first in a bloody display of literally ripping the pelt off before pausing, looking from his food to the fire and back in debate.
“Why do you hesitate?” The elder asked, slicing a bite sized chunk of meat and delicately consuming it.
“I just… Don’t often get to eat it raw.”
InuYasha’s words had Sesshoumaru’s fingers frozen mid-way to his mouth, “What do you mean?”
“It’s just… It grosses everyone out, I guess,” He replied, still finding it felt weird to have normal conversations.
His youkai brother remained quiet for a moment as if he was carefully contemplating the words he prepared to speak, “This one does not understand… You purposely avoid allowing yourself proper nutrition so that your… companions will not be put off?”
InuYasha felt a little drop of shame settle into the pit of his stomach, when he said it like that…
“Eat, InuYasha. I will assure you are properly fed from here on. Once the boar is heated”
The half demon flushed again, feeling a little like a kid being scolded but also a little like pack. The thought had a warm feeling flushing through him leaving him happy enough to allow someone else to take control for once. But only for now! And only because no one else was watching.
The brothers bonded a little closer over a feast of raw meat. Perhaps, Sesshoumaru's near-death crisis had changed him a little; at least, that’s what InuYasha gained from this experience.
“Shit!” InuYasha’s loud curse drew the youkai lord’s attention, raising an eyebrow when he turned to see the hanyou looking at the star-lit sky.
“What ails you?” Sesshoumaru turned his eyes to the nearly-waned moon, attempting to find the hanyou's cause of distress.
“Ah, n-nothing... Nevermind.”
The hanyou began to panic slightly, he irrationally pondered how long it would take them to get back to Edo. No matter what he knew it wouldn’t be quick enough, Sesshoumaru was bound to find out his deepest, darkest secret. He had to get away, had to plan some way of avoiding the demon in the coming night.
Though mentally, InuYasha was aware that his brother knew he had a ‘night of weakness’, but that was different for every hanyou. It didn’t necessarily mean every hanyou turned into a human at some point in the month – just a good amount of them.
Whatever the case, he had to leave his brother, he couldn’t know, couldn’t let Sesshoumaru see him in that state. Changed Sesshoumaru or not, whatever the case his haughty youkai brother was not about to accomodate an illegitamate half-breed brother the turned fully human. As if being a half-breed wasn't bad enough.
“Come on, let’s get a move on,” InuYasha grumbled, his tone betraying his irritation. Somehow, he just knew shit was about to hit the fan.
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