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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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InuYasha groaned and opened his eyes but didn't move, choosing instead to stare up at the ceiling. Nine years since his mother had died and he'd been living alone with his brother. He'd come to abhor mornings. Suddenly, the door was thrust open and he winced as the reason for his hatred of mornings walked in and yanked the blankets right off of him.
"Get up!" Sesshoumaru snarled, not bothering to be careful of his claws, one of which caught on InuYasha's leg and drew and angry, red line down his calf as the blankets were pulled down. The teen whimpered and tried to go back to sleep, but he found himself bodily picked up and thrown off the bed. "Up! Now!" his older brother ordered. "I have work!" The twenty-eight-year-old kicked the boy hard in the ribs. "Come on!"
"I'm getting up!" InuYasha snapped, finally recovering the wind that had been knocked from his lungs. He leapt to his feet, avoiding a cuff to his ears. "Watch it! Those are delicate!"
"Shut up and stop whining! I don't want to be late!" And before InuYasha could retort, the demon was leaving the room, slamming the door shut behind him. The teen rubbed his stomach and began to change, pausing to note the bruise forming already on his ribs as he changed his shirt. Dammit, Sessh! He thought angrily. That's seriously domestic abuse! The thought entered his mind that he could probably call the cops. Sesshoumaru was definitely abusive. The boy shook his head. He would never win the court case. Sesshoumaru was too eloquent – and could afford a good lawyer – and he never left any marks that didn't disappear within an hour. Besides…where would I go? I'd have to hide my true form all the time, and…he exhaled deeply, his ears drooping sadly. Despite the abuse and the hatred, he couldn't leave the older demon. He scowled and jerked his shirt down over his head before changing into a pair of jeans.
By the time he got to the bathroom, he could already smell that breakfast was on the stove. As he started to brush his teeth, he heard a movement in the mirror and looked to see Sesshoumaru standing at the end of the hall, watching his reflection. As ever, the demon's face was perfectly unreadable. InuYasha looked away and finished quickly. When he turned back around to leave, his brother was in the kitchen, eating an apple, already dressed in a business suit for the day.
"I made you an omelet," he monotoned. The younger sat down to eat, avoiding the older boy's gaze. "If you woke up on time, I wouldn't have had to do that, so there's no point in getting sore over it." InuYasha flinched. "Don't be such a baby. It's not like I really hurt you. Well, I have to go, so go on and get to the bus on your own. If I get a call telling me you're late to class or skipping, I swear you will wish you'd never been born." Then, he walked off, grabbing his briefcase and putting up a concealing spell as he went. InuYasha chuckled humorlessly.
"I already do," he muttered as the door shut, unaware that his brother heard him. He sighed sadly. It hadn't always been this bad, had it? There had been a time when Sesshoumaru was gentle and even kind. He could remember it. His older brother would hold him when he had a nightmare – just to get him to shut up, he was assured – and sometimes even do little things like brush his hair for him. And when the heat came around, he let InuYasha come home and just cuddle with him basically for the rest of the day. But that had changed around the time he turned nine. InuYasha couldn't place his finger on the exact day that in changed, but before he knew it, Sesshoumaru hardly spoke to him unless it was to spit cruel words at him. The idea that he might actually spend extra time with him became simply preposterous. When he had nightmares, he just let him wake up on his own and cry himself back to sleep. And when he was in heat, he sent InuYasha to stay at a friend's house for the entire week, giving him privacy to handle it any way he saw fit in InuYasha's absence.
Now, the boy got up, put his plate in the sink, and grabbed his necklace, slipping it on. The concealing spell sprang up, transforming his appearance. Now, he was strong enough to do the spell on his own, but Sesshoumaru didn't trust him, claiming he had horrible control, so he wore the necklace anyways. The half demon left, locking the door behind him, and headed to the bus stop. On his way, he met up with his best friends, Miroku and Koga. The three of them always walked to the stop together.
"Hey, Yasha!" Miroku greeted him. Koga – a wolf demon – took a more animalistic approach, lunging at him to knock them both to the ground. InuYasha kicked him off, shooting the other demon a glare. "Bad morning?" the human asked.
"Yeah," InuYasha replied sulkily, standing up. Koga snickered.
"You get your butt handed to you by your brother, again?" InuYasha replied by punching him in the face.
"Shut up! You wouldn't be any better off against him!"
"Aww, you sad cuz no one wuvs you?" Koga crooned, dodging a kick.
"Hey, come on you two. We don't want to miss the bus!" Miroku intervened, placing a hand on InuYasha's shoulder. "And you've done enough, Koga. What InuYasha's going through is serious. You have no lack of love from your pack, but InuYasha's own alpha takes every chance he can to slight him. For a dog demon, that's a big deal." Unlike most humans, Miroku knew about demons. In fact, he knew more about them than most demons did. He came from a long line of monks and had spent his life learning about demons. In the earlier days, monks had served as warriors against demons, nowadays, they were more like ambassadors between humans and demons. They helped guard the demons' secret and also ensured the humans' safety.
"Fine, fine," Koga relented, heading off towards the bus stop. InuYasha followed him, hanging a bit behind with Miroku.
"InuYasha, are you okay?" the monk asked softly.
"I'm fine."
"But-!"
"I said I'm fine!" Morku sighed, shaking his head. His friend could be so stubborn. "…But thanks for asking."
"You know, even though Sesshoumaru is your alpha, it doesn't mean he has to be the only person in your life."
"What are you talking about? I have you and Koga!"
"You say that, but sometimes I think the only one you really care about is Sesshoumaru. It's not a bad thing to care about him – it's your instincts, after all – but you can let someone else in, you know."
"I don't know what you're talking about." They got to the stop and fell silent. Koga glanced sideways at InuYasha. In spite of all his teasing, he actually cared for the other demon, and though he didn't know what it was like, he could imagine how it would feel to be rejected by his pack. It wasn't the kind of pain he'd have wished on anyone.
"Sorry," he muttered under his breath. InuYasha cast him a glance and then looked away, shaking his head in a silent "it's okay." The bus came and they got on, all sitting together. InuYasha leaned his head against the window, imagining that once upon a time, his brother sat in the same bus. Did he have friends that rode with him? he wondered. He really couldn't imagine it – Sesshoumaru was too good for something as ordinary as friends.
They got to school and InuYasha got off the bus. Almost immediately, a girl jogged over to them. She greeted the Koga and InuYasha each with a casual punch on the arm, while she ignored Miroku completely. The monk pouted at her back for a moment before asserting himself.
"Hello, Sango," he greeted her, his gaze fixating on her backside. She spun around and he quickly looked up at her face, grinning.
"Miroku," she commented blandly. "Why are you always hanging around?"
"Isn't it obvious? I'm drawn to your radiant beauty!" The teen pressed a hand to his chest melodramatically. SMACK! The girl slapped him hard across the cheek. "Ahhh…the price we pay…" Miroku sighed ruefully. She rolled her eyes and turned back to InuYasha.
"How are you, Inu?" she asked amiably.
"Fine," the half-demon replied, starting to head into the school. "You?"
"I'm pretty good." Suddenly, she stopped walking, her cheeks turning bright red. "Miroku! Where the hell is your hand, right now?!"
"Sorry! It's an instinct! I can't help it!" the monk apologized, pulling his hand away from Sango's backside, receiving yet another slap. "It was just so firm and supple!" SMACK! Sango was easily the most athletic girl in school. The definition of a Tomboy, she wore pants and shirt all the time and was the captain of the Kendo team. She was quiet and did pretty well in class, too, and as far as anyone could tell, she was pretty much a loner. Even when she hung out with InuYasha, Koga, and Miroku, she kept to herself, mostly. InuYasha left them arguing behind him while he headed to class, wrapped up in thought.
"InuYasha!" he barely heard a voice call as he reached his locker. "InuYasha! InuYasha!" He turned, blinking. "Hi!" One of the girls from school, Kagome, ran up to him.
"Hi," he replied distractedly. For a long moment, the girl waited for him to say something more, but he didn't.
"Um, how are you?" she pressed for a moment.
"Fine. You?"
"Wonderful! Want to know why?"
"Um…wh-why?" InuYasha really couldn't care less about why she was in such a good mood, but he knew she'd tell him either way, so there was no point in trying to avoid it. He gathered his books and started walking to his class while she chattered animatedly in his ear. He zoned out her prattle about her good grade and going to a movie with her friends and whatever else was on her mind. In his head, he was revisiting the dream he'd had that night. Like most of his dreams, it had involved his brother. It had been so warm and comfortable. In his dream, they had been cuddling, wrapped in each other's arms. His older brother had been whispering sweet assurances in his ear, promising to stay with him forever and saying how much he loved him.
"Are you listening?" Kagome demanded suddenly. "InuYasha! Are you listening?"
"Um…what?" She sighed and shook her head. "I-I mean…yes."
"Whatever. You should really be nicer, InuYasha!"
"Sorry." They sat down in their first class, and InuYasha let himself lose himself in his dream, again. He almost never paid attention in school, and for that reason, he didn't do too well, but he also didn't really care. Most of it was just stupid stuff, anyways. Sesshoumaru always lectured him for being a delinquent, but then again, Sesshoumaru always found something to hate about him, anyways, and school was too boring to pay attention through the whole thing. Maybe I have ADHD, he mused absently, staring out the window. No doubt Sessh never had these problems.
"InuYasha!" he blinked as the teacher snapped his name. He looked up to find the classroom empty. "The bell already rang." He stood up, gathering his books. "And you should pay attention. I catch you daydreaming, again, and I'll give you a detention!"
"Yeah, whatever." It wasn't like he'd have gone in to detention if he'd been given one. He'd skipped plenty and Sesshoumaru had knocked him around for it, but nothing more ever happened. When they had to go see the principal, when things got that bad – they inevitably did – Sesshoumaru would just politely request that Inuyasha not be expelled, and the principal would reluctantly agree.
He was almost late to his next class, but he just meandered slowly in, anyways. No doubt he would get a note sent home, again, and Sesshoumaru would take him to the basement for a "lesson," but instead of dreading it, he found himself eager for it. He didn't enjoy pain, nor did he like getting beat up, but he felt like if Sesshoumaru actually took the time to discipline him, at least that meant he cared, right?
During lunch, he went up to the roof to be by himself. Usually, he sat with Miroku and Koga, but that day, he felt like being alone. In a week he would go into heat for the first time. Is Sesshoumaru just going to let me suffer on my own, or…or what? He wondered. If being close to me eased his symptoms, maybe the reciprocal works as well…not that he'd let me get close to him. Maybe it's better that way. I don't want to jump him, and I just might, if I'm in heat. Somewhere deep down, he dared to foolishly hope that his brother would stay with him during the heat, even though he was sure it wouldn't happen. How did he handle it before me, I wonder? He rested his chin on the rail, staring out at the sports fields.
He could imagine the feel of Sesshoumaru's lips pressed against his – he'd dreamed of it often enough – their bodies molding perfectly together. He could practically feel the silky strands of his brother's hair gliding through his fingers. He could hear the soft, panting breaths, feel them warm and moist on his skin. God, this sucks, he thought, turning to sit with his back against the rail. Why Sesshoumaru of all people? He's my brother! It's wrong! And we're both guys, and he hates me, and I disgust him, and he's a jerk and…and why does he have to get me so hot under the collar? He exhaled deeply, trying to force his body to stop reacting to the images of his brother filling his head. That lean, deceptively strong form. Alabaster skin, flawless in every way. Tantalizing, gold eyes, so like his own and yet so different. Stop! He told himself, but he couldn't help it. The Sesshoumaru in his mind had his shirt open fully, exposing his chest, and was already working on the button on his pants. InuYasha whined softly, pawing at the bulge growing in the front of his pants.
Sesshoumaru sat at his desk, reading financial reports for the month. Suddenly, a bolt of arousal stabbed through him, and he groaned. Seriously, InuYasha, he thought angrily. Why are you getting horny in the middle of school? For the billionth time since his brother had been born, he cursed the bond they had due to the necklace. I wonder what's got him so aroused, he mused as he tried to focus on the report. As the finance Director of one of the biggest energy companies in Japan, he had a lot of work to do.
"Kagura!" he called to his secretary. She looked up at him. "Take a coffee break and shut and lock the door." She stood up and walked off, doing as she was bid. Once alone, Sesshoumaru scooted back in his chair, groaning. Wincing in distaste that he was actually doing what he was about to do at work, he unzipped his pants and pushed them down enough to remove his half-hard arousal. He squeezed his eyes shut as he wrapped his long, slender fingers around his member. Out of nowhere, he recalled the feeling of his father's hand on him, and he gave a violent shudder. Yes, that would work for material as good as anything else.
He leaned his head back and imagined his father. Tall, broad shoulders, large, strong hands. He is figure was imposing and elegant at the same time. Calloused fingers used to run up and down his body gently, teasing reactions from him. They toyed with his nipples, skimmed up and down his thighs, stroked the sensitive, red stripes on his cheeks, arms, hips, and legs. He bit his lip to muffle a soft moan as his hand picked up its pace. He imagined firm muscles beneath his hands as he felt up and down the older demon's body, memorizing the hard curve of his jaw and well-defined ripples of his muscles. Low, panting growls echoed in his ear, the only voice that could make him submissive.
Sesshoumaru keened softly as he came into his own hand. For a long, long moment he just sat there, panting at his desk. Then, grabbing some tissues, he began to clean himself up, wrinkling his nose in distaste. He pulled back up his pants and zipped them, allowing his heart to settle back to its regular pace. Seriously, InuYasha…he thought, thoroughly irritated. You really do need to wean yourself off that necklace. Standing, he went and unlocked his door, leaving to go to the bathroom and wash his hands thoroughly. Then, he returned to work as if nothing had happened.
InuYasha sat, dazed, on the roof, his pants pulled down slightly, his hand covered in his own seed. That had to have been one of the most intense orgasms of his life. Maybe it was because I've got part of Sesshoumaru with me, right now, he thought, struggling to clear his lust-fogged mind. Slowly, he rearranged his pants, again, got up, and went to the bathroom to wash up thoroughly before class. I'm so pitiful – no wonder he hates me. Lusting after my own brother like that…it's disgusting – not to mention illegal, he thought as he shuffled to class and sat down, for once early. He laid his head down on his desk and closed his eyes, allowing himself to fall asleep for the rest of class.
When he got home from school, the house was empty. That was to be expected – Sesshoumaru worked long hours every night. Still feeling gross from his jerk-off session on the roof, the half-demon went to the bathroom and took a shower. After scrubbing himself thoroughly, he got out and dried off before changing into his pajamas. He glanced at the clock. It was only four. He probably had at least three or four hours before Sesshoumaru came home. I can't believe I did that kind of thing at school, he thought dismally. I mean, I've gotten used to the dreams and fantasies in the shower, but at school…this just sucks. What would Miroku or Koga say, if they knew about how I really felt about Sessh. Which I don't even really know. I mean, there's lust, but there's no way I love that bastard – right? I mean, he's a total jerk, and he's got to have the worst personality I've ever seen. He's arrogant and cold and indifferent and cruel…and the way those hateful, gold eyes stare down at me. The way those thin, sensual lips sneer disdainfully at me…InuYasha gasped as he felt his body start to heat up. No way! No way in Hell am I getting hot over him, again! He ran out to the backyard to practice aikido, just to get his mind off of his brother. Not twice in one day! He focused on punching and blocking and kicking, perfecting his stances. He would exhaust himself, if he had to…
"InuYasha," a voice growled lowly. He stopped, realizing his legs and arms were aching. He glanced up at the sky, it had been at least two hours, and the sun had almost set in the sky. He froze, staring at his brother, who looked absolutely livid.
"Sesshoumaru…" Suddenly, the demon lord was lunging at him, his fist slamming into the boy's cheek.
"Control…your…stupid…hormones!" he snarled, each word accentuated with a punch or kick. InuYasha was left winded on his back in the grass.
"Wh-what?"
"What were you doing, getting so aroused at school?!"
"Y-you know about that?" InuYasha was stunned, too stunned to be angry about just having gotten his butt handed to him by his brother.
"Of course I know! The necklace connects us. I feel everything you feel, idiot!" InuYasha turned bright red, his jaw dropping open.
"Wh-why didn't you tell me?" he stammered. "I-I mean…earlier…you should have…"
"Shut up! Never, never do that, again!"
"Well, I can't help it!" InuYasha finally recovered, jumping to his feet. "I-I mean, it's not like I can control that sort of thing!"
"You'd better learn to." The half-demon dodged a rake from his brother's claws. He lashed out with a foot, but Sesshoumaru sidestepped it easily. He lunged at the older boy. Sesshoumaru moved aside and kicked him in the head as he went past, but InuYasha managed to grab his foot and pull hard. The two of them toppled to the ground, fighting and clawing viciously at each other. Sesshoumaru's teeth sunk into his brother's arm, rolling on top of him. InuYasha wriggled and squirmed in vain, trying to get out from underneath him, but to no avail. The older demon tore his mouth free and leaned harder on his brother to force him into subjugation.
"Get off!" InuYasha snarled. "You're such a bastard! Such a pompous, hateful, annoying-mmph!" He was cut off by Sesshoumaru's mouth crashing down on his, all teeth and tongue, biting his lips and making it impossible to breathe. InuYasha froze in shock, and Sesshoumaru yanked back, his eyes wide. In an instant, he was up and disappearing inside, leaving a very confused InuYasha on the ground. He kissed me? He thought, shocked. Wh-why the hell would he do that? To shut me up? To tease me? No doubt he knows how I feel about him…right?
Sesshoumaru slumped against the door to his room, holding his head in his hands. He was panting hard, his clothes were rumpled, and there were scratches – quickly healing – on his arms and chest. What did I just do? I kissed him?! He shook his head. I was just shutting him up – my hands were occupied. That's all. He closed his eyes, trying to calm his breathing. That's all it was.
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