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A Heat to Overcome	By : Sparrowhawk Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 31291 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Hey everyone! I've finally gotten the next chapter ready, so hope you all enjoy! First, though, reviews, reviews (: (:

Vyperbites: Nope, you're just nuts, lol. Just kidding. It's true, though, they're not mates just yet. They have "mated" as in "had sex" but they haven't "mated" as in became "mates." Is that too confusing? It may not have been clear enough. I've decided that in this story having sex isn't enough for them to become mates, the same as having sex in real life isn't enough for someone to be married. Rather, there is a ceremony specific to inu youkai that needs to occur first for them to be considered mates. Hope that's kinda cleared things up. Yes, I agree, he does deserve a good flogging. But, Sessh is Sessh. He wouldn't be the same if he wasn't an ass sometimes, lol.

ardentes: Great! I'm so happy you're liking it so much! A little longer before they get Inuyasha back, though. It'll probably happen in ... three chapters ... after this one, that is.

All righty then, to the chapter we go!!!

Warning for anyone who wants to know: mild language, wet dream (courtesy of an Inuyasha deprived Sesshomaru) involves all warnings concerning male/male sex, incest, and so on and so forth. Who wants to listen to this warning crap anyway?? (kidding *ducks head* please don't hit me!)

Chapter Seven

Uncontrollable Yearning

Sesshomaru shut the council room doors with an inward sigh of relief and turned to face his most trusted advisors. Tamae wasn't truly an advisor, but she was as good as one when it came to giving him council concerning personal, and sometimes even national, matters. "Sasaki, what have you learned? Are there going to be problems?"

"There are always problems, my Lord," Sasaki answered calmly. "However, if you refer your integration of Lord Inuyasha into the shiro inu house, then yes, I perceive there will be problems."

"From Saniiro," Sesshomaru muttered, recalling the look of hatred on the old raven youkai. He would rather not have to relieve Saniiro of his duty is he didn't have to. The raven was undoubtedly prejudiced against ningen and hanyou, as was Sesshomaru himself, but he was also the most experienced of his generals, having been at his position since his Lord Father's time.

"Yes, from Saniiro," Sasaki agreed, his smile fading away somewhat as he locked eyes with his lord and master. "But I believe we may have more of an issue from Roka."

"Hn," Sesshomaru grunted in agreement.

Saniiro was loud mouthed and extremely opinionated, but more than loyal at heart. He might cause a bit of trouble here and there, but he would never betray the house of Inu no Taisho. Roka, on the other hand, was not hired for his loyalty, but for his strategic prowess. The turtle youkai was trustworthy as far as his military job was concerned. In most other aspects, however, there was a disturbing lack of insight into Roka's character Sesshomaru didn't like at all.

"What makes you think Roka may be a problem?" he asked Sasaki curiously. Though he, himself, was suspicious, he wanted to know why the wind youkai thought so when Roka's face betrayed almost as little emotion as Sesshomaru knew his did.

"He doesn't get along with Suzu."

"Nani? What does that have to do with anything? Saniiro doesn't get along with Suzu either."

"That may be so, but Saniiro will still talk to him, and he respects Suzu's abilities on the battlefield. And, despite Saniiro's obvious dislike, Suzu will still tease him. Roka won't even look at his fellow general. Ever since Suzu announced his indiscriminate choices when it comes to those he would take as a lover--mostly in reference to the soldiers' comments about hanyou--Roka has, quite noticeably, begun to completely disregard him. Also, I noticed some time ago that Suzu dislikes Roka."

Sesshomaru frowned, finally understanding what Sasaki was getting at. Suzu didn't dislike anyone. In his eyes, everyone was equal whether it was human, youkai, or hanyou, male or female, old or young, it didn't matter. It wasn't as if the bird youkai was incapable of hatred--Sesshomaru personally knew he was very capable of it--but Suzu had a way of charming the sourest of personalities, turning even the bitterest of enemies into friends. The only way he'd openly dislike anyone was if that person had either tried to harm him, or actually did manage to harm him in some way.

"Sasaki."

"Yes, my Lord?"

"Keep an eye on Roka as much as you are able while searching for Inuyasha."

"Will you remove him from the search party for your brother?"

Sesshomaru considered that briefly before responding, "No, I will not. He has given me no reason beyond Suzu's dislike for him to warrant my mistrust. With Saniiro in charge I doubt he'll try anything. Tamae," he said, turning to Sasaki's mate, "were you able to read any disloyalty in him?"

Tamae shook her head. "I was not, but that does not mean it's not there. Would you like me to attempt to delve further into his intentions?"

"That would not be wise. If he does intend to betray me by attacking Inuyasha I do not wish to force him into concealing his plans any further than he already has, which sensing your mental probes undoubtedly would. Should you read any surface thoughts that pertain to my brother, however, do bring it to my attention no matter how trivial the information may seem."

"Understood, Sire," Tamae replied with a nod.

"Is there anything else you wish to report before I retire to my chambers Sasaki?"

"Unless you want to know about Suzu propositioning almost every single one of your guards, then no, I don't."

Sesshomaru's eyes flashed in amusement. Propositioning guards was Suzu's way of gaining information about how strong their loyalty was and how far they were willing to stretch out their necks for the sake of their sworn duty. Rumors about the flirtatious general's sexual adventures ran rampant throughout the staff and soldiers, yet Sesshomaru knew better. Suzu wasn't even remotely promiscuous. Plus there were ... circumstances that prevented such occurances--disturbing circumstances he preferred not to dwell on. The one glime he'd had at the beginning of their master/slave relationship was enough.

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"I will do anything, Lord," the assassin pleaded, dropping ot his knees and prostrating himself before the powerful inu youkai who had so easily crushed his group's effort to eliminate him per their Master's orders. "Anything! Just please! Please spare my comrades. They are nothing more than unfortunate victims."

Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow at that. "Are you not a victim as well? Why do you not also plead for youself?"

Shaking, clearly terrified, but still impressively brave, the bird youkai raised his desperate, deep brown eyes to the towering daiyoukai. "I do not deny that I would if I felt it would do any good, my Lord." Sesshomaru smiled slightly. At least the man recognized that fact and was honest. "I only hope my life and the painful lesson they have already received with be sufficient atonement," Suzu continued, lowering his eyes to the floor once more. "They did not choose this life or this occupation. All they did to deserve it was to be born in the wrong place at the wrong time. To our Master we are disposable goods, meant to be used and discarded. As their leader, as the one who was not strong enough to protect them, I beg you, take my life in their place."

"Taichou!" one of the other assassins shouted in denial.

"Anything?" Sesshomaru murmured, a wicked glint in his cold gaze. "Shall we test that? Let's see hwo far you're willing to give up your pride to save them."

Suzu swallowed, but nodded obediently. "Anything, Lord."

What the assassin said could be true. The slave collars on their necks attested to the fact that they were owned by someone. He recognized the expensive collars. If the wearer disobeyed their Master or attempted to run away, the collar would activate, rendering them unconscious until their owner came to retrieve them. Yet, the one called Suzu did not wear a collar. He had either been trained extensively to never disobey, was being threatened, or he wasn't a slave in the first place. He sounded and smelled honest, but assassins were very good liars. They had to be to do what they did.

"Sit up," the daiyoukai ordered, watching in barely contained satisfaction as the smaller man immediately did as he was told. He turned his back to the former assassin, examining the soldiers he had with him before selecting one that suited his purpose. "You, soldier, come here." He pointed to a spot to his right. "Stand there until you're told otherwise."

"Yes sir," the soldier saluted smartly.

Suzu nervously eyed the gigantic bull youkai and the nasty, curved horns that protruded from his head just above his ears. What did Lord Sesshomaru plan to have him do? The bull was covered from head to toe in bulging muscles. Did he intend to have him beaten? Feeling slightly better, Suzu steeled himself for the inevitable. He was used to pain. This would be nothing new.

Seeing the confidence seeping into the bird youkai's eyes, Sesshomaru smirked. This was going to be quite an entertaining experience. He took a step back, allowing the man's comrades a full view of their leader. "Service him."

"W-What?" Suzu, as well as the soldier, stuttered.

"That's going too far!" the captured assassins shouted. "We'd rather die than see him do something like that!"

"Would you? It is more than clear he crossed the line first by trespassing in my home and attempting to do away with my life," Sesshomaru challenged, poison seeping from his claws with an ominous hiss. "I can oblige if that is what you wish--"

"No!" Suzu cried, quickly crawling on his knees to sit in front of the bewildered and very anxious soldier, ignoring the protests from his companions. His shaking hands made swift work of the ties of the bull youkai's pants, opening it just enough to reveal the incredibly large and excited member. "I'll do it. I'll do it."

Sesshomaru watched indifferently as he began. He couldn't deny he was impressed by the bird youkai's determination and loyalty to his subordinates, and in turn, their loyalty to him. The assassin was also highly skilled in battle in spite of, or perhaps because of, his small stature.

His eyes narrowed slightly when, after only a few moments, the bull youkai was brought to the edge of climax. Hmm ... he's done this before, he thought. Had he misjudged the bird youkai's character?

No, he decided upon seeing the utter misery and disgrace in Suzu's half lidded eyes.

"Stop," he commanded before the bull youkai could finish, earning a groan from his soldier and a relieved look from the humiliated assassin. "You may be excused to relieve yourself," he said, motioning for the soldier to take his leave, which the bull youkai did with a grateful, half desperate bow.

Judging from the flushed look on the soldier's face and his rock hard erection, Suzu was very well trained in the art of oral sex. Interesting.

"On your feet."

Suzu did as he was told, wiping his mouth on his sleeve to rid himself of the taste of the other man's sex.

"Strip."

"No more!" the man's subordinates wailed, fighting against the ropes that bound them. "Haven't you done enough?!"

Glancing at his men and then back at Sesshomaru, the bird youkai hesitated, terror written across his face. This wasn't at all what he had expected of the noble son of Inu no Taisho. He was obviously just another pervert rapist, the same as his former Master. Perhaps he had made a mistake in surrendering to the Western Lord. Should he have let them all die instead? Would that have been better?

"Are you disobeying me?" Sesshomaru purred, threatening golden eyes flicking briefly toward the guards of his captives. They drew their swords at his silent command and placed the blades' edges against the assassins' throats. "Strip. Now."

It was too late for regrets. Maybe if he satisfied the sadistic dog demon, he would let his friends go.

With violently shaking hands, Suzu slid the leather armor up and over his head and then began to unbuckle the guards from his arms and legs, trying to soothe himself as he went. He had done this before; over and over he had done it. The only difference was he was going to do it in front of the men who trusted and looked up to him. And that, he realized with a heavy heart, was a big difference.

He didn't want to do this. He didn't want anyone to see. It was ugly. It was demeaning. It was something he'd never shown anyone before, not willingly. Not even his second in command knew of the horrors committed by their former Master, and he had wanted to keep it that way. They shouldn't have to see what had been done to him, what the demon lord was going to do to him.

Sesshoamru saw the reluctance and pain in the assassin's expression, smelled his panic, and was almost compelled to stop. Almost. "What are you waiting for?" he demanded when Suzu paused with his hands on the waist of his pants.

Closing his eyes, Suzu ripped the last article of clothing from his lower half and then stood erect again, hands hanging loosely in defeat at his sides. He had been, literally, stripped of all privacy, all pride. He had nothing left to hide behind.

Sesshomaru barely withheld a grimace as gasps filled the room, both from the assassin's subordinates and his own soldiers. Suzu stood in shamed silence, eyes squeezed shut against the judgmental, pitying stares.

Bending, Sesshomaru retrieved the man's clothes, tossing them carelessly onto the bird youkai's head. Where the man's penis should be was only a misshapen lump of flesh, scarred over from numerous burns. It was cruel. No, more than cruel; it was inhumane. No one should have to suffer through such a thing.

Suzu opened his eyes in astonishment, slowly pulling the clothes away from his face to gape at the completely unaffected demon lord. There was no arousal lingering around the man. He took no pleasure in Suzu's humiliation. So ... it had all been a test? The inu youkai wasn't going to rape him? Confuzed, having never been shown any amount of leniency or kindness--though he wasn't sure he could call what the daiyoukai was doing kindness--he looked to the owner of his life for ... what? A reason? Instructions? He wasn't quite sure.

His confusion was soon put to rest, though, as the Lord of the West spoke. "Get dressed. You have proven your devotion. In exchange for the lives of your subordinates, you will serve me. Leave, and you'll all die. Disobey, and you'll all die. Your men will also serve me. If they leave, this Sesshomaru will hunt them down, torture them, and then toss them to the vultures to die a slow and painful death, and then you will die. You will do everything this Sesshomaru says without question. Betrayal in any way will not be tolerated. This Sesshomaru does not give second chances. Remember that."

With another careless flick of his eyes, the swords at Suzu's comrades' necks were re-sheathed and each of them released from their bonds, including their slave collars. Suzu sagged, overwhelming gratitude for the mercy shown to them causing moisture to gather in his eyes. "Thank you, Lord Sesshomaru. Thank you. You have my word, I will serve you for as long as I draw breath."

"Lord Sesshomaru ..."

Sesshomaru frowned at the voice that clearly did not belong to anyone in the room.

"My Lord ..."

"Sesshomaru?" Miroku called, waving his hand in front of the demon lord's face.

Sesshomaru blinked, taking in the monk and the kitsune and their concerned expressions in an instant. Tamae and Sasaki had left sometime when he had been distracted by his memories. He quickly composed himself, walking away. The monk and kitsune followed after him, as he knew they would.

"Are you all right, my Lord?" Miroku asked, anxiously examining the daiyoukai's blank face. "You kind of ... spaced out for a bit there."

"This Sesshomaru is fine ... Miroku. I am merely ...." He paused, searching for a way to explain. How did one describe what one has never felt? "For the time being you two may rest in your room. Dinner is at six. If you have any questions you may contact any one of the wind youkai. Sasaki's office is two doors down from my chambers. The healing wing, where you can find Tamae, is across the hall. Taree ... she's usually around somewhere, just send a servant to fetch her."

"Our room is where?" Miroku inquired. Despite Sesshomaru's reassurances that he was fine, Miroku wasn't so sure. He looked ... not exactly worn out, but definitely off from his usual self. After their talk the other night, did the demon lord sleep at all? Somehow, he doubted it.

Sesshomaru came to a stop; once again they were in front of the double doors that led to his personal chambers. He gestured to his left. "Two doors down. Clothes will be provided for you in the time you say here, as will any other personal necessities you require."

"What about you?" Shippo asked, tugging at the uncomfortable kimono where it bunched a little under his tail. "What are you going to do? Are you going to search for Inuyasha?"

Sesshomaru's eyes softened slightly as he looked down at the kit, his behavior somehow reminding him, painfully, of his younger brother. "I will rest for a few hours and then, yes, I will be going out to search for my ototo. Now, if you will excuse me, I will retire for the afternoon." He paused, the doors halfway open. "Miroku, you may join Sasaki in his study after you feel you have rested sufficiently. Your help will be greatly appreciated in this endeavor."

With nothing more than that, Sesshomaru retreated into his chambers, leaving a confused kitsune and a concerned monk standing outside his doors. Exhaling tiredly, he quickly disrobed, dicarding his clothes carelessly on the floor for the maids to pick up later. Normally he would have folded them neatly, but he was far too worn out to even perform so simple a task as that.

His usual grace was absent as he made his way into his bedroom and shut the door behind him. No one was allowed inside this room, except Rin when she was experiencing nightmares. Even Jaken wouldn't dare trespass in this space. He had always made it more than clear, this room was his territory alone, and no one was to enter it without his express permission unless there was an emergency. It afforded him the privacy he needed to unwind from the stresses of the day without having to worry about those around him analyzing and judging every little expression, word, and action. Right now, though, he took little comfort in that fact. Ever since Inuyasha had been taken he couldn't help but notice something was ... off. Besides there being a hug discrepancy between himself before and after his memory loss, as he had expressed to Miroku, he also felt as if there was a ... hole, for lack of a better description. He didn't feel whole anymore, as if a part of him was missing--and he wasn't referring to his missing arm, either. That had been gone for ages now and he'd never thought twice about it except in pass, let alone felt incomplete without it. This feeling ... it was utterly ridiculous. Why should he feel such attachment to his ototo now? He didn't deny that he did, surprisingly so, but he had had numerous sex partners before, and none had affected him near as strong as Inuyasha had in that one night of rutting.

He growled under his breath, brushing the back of his hand lightly across his half hard member. Suzu was really pushing it. With the affects of Inuyasha's heat still lingering in Sesshomaru's mind, his body hadn't quite settled down, and with the damn peacock's ability to instantaneously arouse any male in the vicinity, he found it far more difficult than he ever had to hide his reaction.

Deciding he was better off ignoring the little problem between his legs, he crawled onto the bed filled with furs and large pillows, dragging Mokomoko-sama onto it with him. The parasitic youkai had been with him since he was a pup, given to him as a sort of "test" from his Lord Father. His Lord Father had two such parasites he had carried with him up until the day he died. The furry creature was admittedly the most important thing to him next to his Lord Father's home and land. Where Inuyasha fell within that list, he didn't yet know.

Putting those complicated thoughts out of his head, Sesshomaru lifted the largest of the pelts over himself, curled up comfortably, and soon drifted into a deep sleep. Almost immediately he found himself immersed in a dream.

It had to be a dream. There was no other way Inuyasha would be standing nonchalantly in front of him, swaying to a strange, sensual melody in the middle of the palace's ballroom floor among the rest of the court. Also, his clothes were not suited to their settings. He wore tight, form fitting pants that rode low on his hips with a silk tie to hold them up, knotted at the side with tails that trailed after him as he spun. Then there was the scandalous shirt that seemed to fit him perhaps more than it should. It had an open v-type neck that showed off a delicious expanse of the hanyou's toned chest, no sleeves, and a hem that barely reached his belly button. Being a noble, Sesshomaru was well versed in the art of dance, yet he had never seen a dance so ... inappropriate and captivating all at once. It made his mouth dry. He couldn't tear his eyes away, nor did he have any desire to do so.

Unthinkingly, he took a step forward, hand outstretched.

Sensing the disturbance in the area around him, Inuyasha paused. Sesshomaru swallowed thickly when half lidded, golden eyes fixed on him and those incredibly kissable lips parted.

"Do you like what you see, aniki?" Inuyasha purred, his very tone the essence of lust.

Taking another step forward, Sesshomaru nodded.

Smiling demurely--in a very un-Inuyasha-like way--the hanyou backed away a step, keeping the same distance between them. "Stay there for me, Sessh. Don't move. Just watch."

Watch? Sesshomaru didn't want to watch. He wanted to touch, to stroke that baby soft skin, feel the smooth muscles flexing under his fingertips, crush that heat to him and never let go. How could he just watch when Inuyasha was clearly seducing him? Such hip movements should be banned except when within the privacy of their den. Or better yet, Sesshomaru amended, his bedroom.

Still, somehow he found himself doing what his brother said--an order if he'd ever heard one, as well disguised as it might be. With their eyes still locked together, Inuyasha began to sway once more. His hips gyrated in slow circles, the tight cloth emphasizing every curve of his little brother's firm body, down to the slight bulge in the front of his pants. His hair swayed with him, sometimes partially obscuring his face, sticking to his moist lips or his sweat slicked neck. Soon, his arms began to move as well, lifting upward. Clawed hands mussed his hair, stroked down his neck, glided down his chest and over the hidden peaks of hard nipples, across his bare stomach that lifted and fell with his breathing, and then suggestively passed over his pelvis, hips, and ass.

Sesshomaru wet his dry lips absently, wanting more than anything else to ravish his ototo even in the midst of all these people. And why not? This was a dream. Yet he didn't move. Even within nothing more than a conjuration of his unconscious mind his pride dictated his actions.

As if hearing Sesshomaru's thoughts, Inuyasha sank slowly to the floor. He continued to dance in that slow and extremely improper way until he was lying completely flat. With a flash of pink tongue against his lips, he then proceeded to lift and lower his hips in times with the music, taunting, testing, daring him to let go of the pride that bound him. The daiyoukai's cock stiffened at the display, but sitll he didn't move.

"Sessh ..." Inuyasha finally beckoned, pausing once more. "Come dance with me. I want to feel your body against mine. I want to be able to feel you move."

Sesshomaru's nostrils flared at the scent of arousal coming from the inu hanyou. It was almost as strong as his heat scent had been.

Snarling possessively, he grabbed the hand proffered to him and hauled the smaller inu to his feet, crushing their bodies together. Inuyasha moaned as the daiyoukai's teeth descended on his neck, nibbling and biting. They stood there for a while, both absorbed in what Sesshomaru was doing, not caring that the people around them had stopped to watch.

After an indeterminable length of time, Inuyasha gently pushed the demon lord away. Aware once again of their audience, Sesshomaru started to take his little brother into his arms in the proper dance form, but Inuyasha again pushed him away. When he went to take his hands back--hands, as he now realized he had two--his ototo caught them and pulled them to him, setting them lightly on his hips. Sesshomaru's eyes narrowed, wondering what the hanyou's devious little mind was plotting.

"Dance with me, Sessh," Inuyasha invited, stepping closer to him until their chests were almost touching. When the daiyoukai tried to move his hands to the proper positions again, the smaller inu only held onto him tighter. "Not like that. I want to have your hands on me ... right here. Hold onto me. Dance with me." Slowly, he drew his hands away, smiling when Sesshomaru didn't try to correct the position again, and even gripped him tighter.

"Inuyasha," Sesshomaru hissed reproachfully when the inu hanyou's fingers squeezed his ass, drawing their pelvises together. He sharply inhaled when the bulges in their pants rubbed against one another, and then groaned softly when Inuyasha began to sway in that sensual way that had their arousals sliding over and around each other. It felt so good.

He closed his eyes, aware he was yet in a dream, but ... oh how he had longed for this!

Then Inuyasha turned his back to him, guiding one of Sesshomaru's hands around to his exposed abdomen and the other to his thigh. The demon lord shuddered when his little brother arched his spine and his ass and Sesshomaru's cloth covered cock came in contact. Perhaps it wasn't such a bad idea to let his ototo take the lead once in a while. Taking the hint as Inuyasha pushed and pulled his hands, he soon began to move them on his own, re-memorizing his baby brother's form. He explored Inuyasha's flexing thighs, the flat stomach that trembled under his touch, on up across his ribs and the left side of his chest. A smirk spread across his lips as Inuyasha's head tilted back against his shoulder, revealing the pale column of his throat in an act of total surrender.

They danced and swayed around the ballroom floor, Inuyasha following Sesshomaru's lead with his eyes blissfully closed, trusting in him as alpha to guide them both. Their motions flawlessly matched. Even without his guiding hands, Sesshomaru was more than convinced the hanyou would have no trouble following him. It was the same feeling, the same sense of oneness he had experienced when they were having sex the first time. The chemistry of their bodies, the constant push and pull between them, their clashing personalities perfectly balanced that of the other.

But, Sesshomaru pondered, what did that mean? Was he in love with his little brother? Their bodies were well tuned to the administrations of the other, but ... did that even matter? There was no doubt the daiyoukai enjoyed battle with his brother. The younger inu was unpredictable, which made their battles that much more challenging. He enjoyed their rutting equally, yet in a different way. Where Sesshomaru would describe himself as a slow moving river with nary a ripple on its surface--dispassionate, certain of his course, unwavering in his decisions--Inuyasha was a contradiction, fire and ice, so to speak--passionate, yet at the same time shy in his innocence, demanding yet meek when his demands were being carried out, submissive yet so very, very controlling. His baby brother knew just which buttons to push to make him lose his cool. Though he had rarely lost it to such an extent that a change would be visible in his expression, actions spoke well enough on their own.

No ... perhaps this was just the lingering effects of Inuyasha's heat. He was feeling possessive because it was in an alpha inu's nature to claim one that had entered that phase of life. There was no reason--nothing solid--to support the ridiculous idea that he had fallen for a lowly hanyou. During the time in their den he didn't have his memories and, consequently, was under almost the full influence of his youki. Of course to his instincts claiming Inuyasha would feel right. As his younger brother he naturally belonged to his older brother and alpha. Even though he had fought against that fact, the hanyou had never really rejected it.

"Sessh?" Inuyasha called softly, peering up at him through the curtain of his bangs.

Growling at his confusion, Sesshomaru grabbed the delectable little hanyou by the hips and spun him around, immediately claiming his lips, dominating his mouth almost desperately in an attempt to alleviate the turmoil inside. He swallowed the smaller inu's moans as their tongues intertwined, hungrily devouring everything his little brother had to offer. Ignoring the faces his mind had conjured up--a laughably stunned and outraged miko among them--Sesshomaru slid his hand around to the small of Inuyasha's back, slipping it under the shirt and upward, coaxing him closer. He felt absurdly triumphant when Inuyasha didn't try to break the kiss even as the girl began screaming at them. Rather, his arms wrapped more firmly around Sesshomaru's waist, clutching at his clothes as if to tear them away. He began to subtly thrust his hips, high-pitched whimpers of need escaping every now and then as if to taunt the demon lord.

Breathing slightly more labored than usual, though nothing compared to the heady pants of Inuyasha, Sesshomaru drew back from the hanyou. Their eyes met once again, an appealing pink blossoming in Inuyasha's tan cheeks. Sesshomaru smirked, leaning forward to capture one of the flickering puppy dog ears atop his ototo's head between gentle fangs. With a firm nip to the sensitive flesh and a following flick of his tongue, Sesshomaru whispered heatedly, "Bed. Now."

"But ... Sessh, the party ..."

"Will continue just fine on its own," he responded sternly, grabbing his ototo's hand and practically dragging him to the exit. "I won't wait. With that kind of dance, it was quite obvious you intended to leave the party early in any case."

Mischief shone in the hanyou's golden eyes as he followed unresistingly behind his elder brother. "You caught that, huh?"

Sesshomaru gave his sibling a single stoic glance--which for him was as expressive as a dismissive snort to anyone else--before they were quickly out the ballroom doors and into a connecting corridor. "Your intentions were quite clear to all present, ototo. That kind of display warrants punishment."

"Punishment?" Inuyasha repeated slyly, drawing the daiyoukai's eyes to him again. "Mmm ... I like the sound of that."

Sesshomaru's groin gave a demanding throb. He stopped so quickly Inuyasha ran right into his back. That was it. His bedroom was too far away. He had to have the mouthy little hanyou now.

"Sessh, what the fu--aaugh!" he shouted as Sesshomaru wrenched open the nearest door and literally threw him into the room. Startled, but not really hurt by the throw, Inuyasha sat back up with an accusing glare. "Ass!"

The daiyoukai shut the door, made certain no one was anywhere within the rooms they had entered, and was abruptly right up in his ototo's face, all within three seconds. "You're begging for me to be this way, ototo. You want it rough." He grabbed the hardness between his sibling's legs, leering when Inuyasha gave a lewd cry and threw his head back wantonly. "Look at you, already baring your neck to me. So hard for your alpha."

Inuyasha's eyes darted to the door when Sesshomaru flipped him onto his stomach, ripping the tight pants from his body. "W-Wait. Did you lock the door?"

"No need," Sesshomaru growled, wetting his first finger and then shoving it into his ototo's entrance. The hanyou gave a pained grunt, which soon turned into a moan as the daiyoukai immediately went after the little dimple inside him that made his body writhe with mind numbing pleasure. "All the nobles who might use this room are at the party, as are the servants. They'll be occupied for most of the night. We can take our time."

"Hnnnn ... Sesssssshhhh," Inuyasha hissed as the muscles of his ass clamped down tighter.

Clicking his tongue disapprovingly, Sesshomaru reached around and wrapped his hand tightly about the base of the younger inu's erection. Inuyasha snarled a warning, which the daiyoukai ignored, and then whined as the pressure in his shaft built behind the constriction.

"Not yet, little one," Sesshomaru purred, administering an apologetic kiss to the sensitive flesh at the base of Inuyasha's spine. "Your punishment hasn't even begun."

"N-Noooo ... Sessh, please, I want to cum. Please let me cum."

"Have you experience an anal orgasm before, ototo?" Trembling from head to toe as the demon lord continued moving his finger slowly in and out, brushing across his prostate every time, Inuyasha shook his head. "Most male submissives are lucky if they experience even one in their lifetime. Perhaps this is because their bodies aren't sensitive enough. I prefer to believe, however, that their seme isn't able to pleasure them efficiently. Shall we test my theory? I'd wager I could not only make you have an anal orgasm, but I could coerce your body into multiple orgasms without once allowing you to ejaculate."

Inuyasha squirmed, trying in vain to get away from the firm hold on his cock. "I-I believe you! I don't want to test ... hnnn ... I don't want to test it!"

"Are you sure?" Gently, he inserted another slim finger. He leaned over his little brother, capturing one of his ears between his lips and lightly sucking on it. "I'll make you feel so good you'll beg me to do it again." Inuyasha gasped when he loosened his hold slightly, not enough to let him cum, but enough to allow his hand to slide up where he pinched the tip between his fingers.

"Wai--aaah ..." Inuyasha groaned, eyes rolling upward, pushing back against Sesshomaru's invasive fingers as a third slid into him. "Yesssssss ... I mean ... no! Stop doing that. I don't ... haaahn!"

Sesshomaru smirked, repeating the twisting motion as he pulled the digits in Inuyasha's orifice out and then back in, slowly increasing the tempo. Inuyasha pressed his forehead to the floor, collapsing onto his elbows when his trembling arms could no longer hold him up. Satisfied by the reaction, Sesshomaru nuzzled his way downward and sucked the hanyou's genitals into his mouth. After a short time, he released them with a wet pop and ran his tongue across the area between Inuyasha's balls and asshole, putting pressure on his prostate both from within and without.

"Fuck ...."

"More?" the demon lord teased, withdrawing his tormenting tongue and completely stopping what he was doing.

The hanyou whined, his ass twitching around the inu youkai's fingers. "Damn it, Sessh, stop teasing!"

"Then you'll accept your punishment?"

"Yes! Whatever. Just ... gods! Don't stop!"

Taking momentary pity on his brother, Sesshomaru withdrew his fingers to a protesting moan and positioned his length at Inuyasha's loosened orifice. In one hard thrust he was buried to the hilt. A pleasing keening sound filled the room as the hanyou bit his lip, fighting the blissful cry that threatened to burst forth, a noise Sesshomaru felt certain would alert the entire palace's occupants to their activities. The daiyoukai soothingly stroked his free hand down the younger inu's spine as he immediately began to move, rocking his hips in a barely there motion that had Inuyasha humming in pleasure.

This was what he'd been yearning for, the tight, molten heat, the harsh, panting breaths, the whines and whimpers that were so sweet to his ears. Inuaysha spread his legs more as if inviting him in further. When he didn't respond or increase the steady pace of his thrusts at all, Inuyasha began to whine, shoving his hips backward more insistently. "Sessh ..." he called, begging in his tone, "do it harder!"

He'd been waiting for this. Didn't take as long as he thought it might. "Harder, you say? Are you sure you can handle it, little brother?"

"Of course I'm sure!" the hanyou snapped, fierce golden eyes glowering back at him. "Hurry up and go faster, assho--UMPH!"

Vicious glee bloomed in Sesshomaru's chest as he grabbed his sibling by the back of the neck and forced his face against the floor so he had to take the majority of his weight on his shoulder. He pulled out all the way and then plunged back in, pistoning his hips back and forth, hitting Inuyasha's prostate hard each time. When the hanyou began to gasp for breath beneath his dominating hand, he transferred it from the back of his brother's neck to the space between his shoulder blades.

"Sessh ... haa ... aahnn-something ... something's happening! AAAH!! Stop! It feels ... hnnn ... weird. Let me cum already!"

Ignoring his little brother's pleading, Sesshomaru only pounded into him harder and faster as the hanyou's ass began to twitch around his length. The muscles squeezed and released him in a pulsing rhythm, urging him toward his climax, which he held at bay by sheer willpower. He wasn't going to let this end that easily.

Inuyasha's whole body convulsed, his ass compressing around the daiyoukai's cock harder than ever. "O-Oh gods!!" he shouted, claws gouging furrows in the carpet beneath him as he scrabbled for something to hold onto. "Sessh!"

"I'm sorry," Sesshomaru said in mock solemnity, stilling in order to stave off his own orgasm. "You wanted me to stop?"

Still in the midst of climax, Inuyasha tossed his head from side to side, his mouth moving, but only a wordless whine coming out.

"No?" He raised an amused eyebrow and began to rock his hips in that maddeningly slow cadence once more. Inuyasha continued to thrash, his claws doing irreparable damage to the carpet and putting numerable scratches in the stone beneath. "I won't know if you don't tell me, ototo. Do you want me to stop or not?"

"I ... I didn't ..." He paused, gasping for breath to keep talking. Sesshomaru knew he wasn't helping at all as he pulled the hanyou up into his lap, driving himself in deeper. "AH! I didn't mean it that way!" he finally blurted, resting his head back on the demon lord's shoulder. "Don't ... hah ... don't want to stop. Just to ... nnngh ... cum!"

A territorial growl rumbled in Sesshomaru's throat as he scraped his claws lightly down Inuyasha's heaving chest and trembling stomach. The hanyou answered his growl with a submissive whimper, letting his alpha control both their bodies as he had when dancing--entrusting everything, his very life, to Sesshomaru. It was so very empowering, to have such a rebellious, powerful creature submit to him so willingly, so completely.

Mine.

The sudden overpowering feeling struck him with the force of a battering ram to the gut and he awoke with a shuddering gasp.

"My Lord?" Taree's concerned vocie came from beyond his bedroom's door.

"What is it, Taree?"

"Ano ... I just came to tell you that dinner is ready and waiting."

"Thank you. Please instruct the servants to begin without me. I have some ..." The lingering after effects of his dream interfered with his thought processes, and he stopped, searching for words. He couldn't very well tell her he couldn't be present at dinner because his wet dream gave him a raging hard on that needed to be rectified. "... matters to attend to," he finished, pathetically it seemed.

"Very well, I shall do as my Lord commands, but ... are you all right? You sound a little shaken."

He growled softly in restrained annoyance. He'd been hearing that question an awful lot lately. It needed to stop. "Go relay this Sesshomaru's instructions, Taree," he ordered, colder than ever. The only response she gave was a resigned sigh before he heard the wind that always swirled around her blowing away. Soon the outer doors to his chambers slammed and he was alone once more.

The daiyoukai sat up, ran his hand over his face and back through his surprisingly tangled hair. He'd heard about wet dreams from various sources, mostly conversations he'd heard from other nobles the younger ones, when they came for the annual gathering to search for a heat partner or mate, yet he had never experienced one for himself. No matter how beautiful his partner, he had never desired them so strongly that it pervaded even his unconscious mind. What was it about the dirty little hanyou that attracted him so? His personality? Not likely. Sesshomaru had always preferred someone with a little more finesse while Inuyasha had about as much tact as a charging bull. His face? It was handsome, true enough, but he'd encountered pretty male faces aplenty. His body then? Apart from being younger than the daiyoukai generally preferred as well as being in heat when they had first rutted--an honor he'd never bestowed on another since his own heat--there was nothing he could perceive that would warrant such an unhealthy level of fascination.

Was the answer in his dream? Could it be because Inuyasha had never fully submitted to him, even when he was willing? Did that knowledge drive him to pursue his younger sibling? Somehow, it didn't seem enough in and of itself. There had to be another, deeper reason.

With a small shake of his head, he dispelled that train of thought. What did it matter what reason there was? Inuyasha was his, whether as his brother, his submissive, even his whore, no one could complain.

His confusion put to rest for the moment, he grasped his erection in a firm hand and began stroking. He was so close. The dream, the sensations of his ototo's ass clenching around him had drawn him as close to the edge as was possible without going over it. Much sooner than he would normally deem acceptable, his climax was racing through him, curling his toes with its intensity.

Breathing heavily, he leaned his head back against the wall, but post orgasmic bliss did not come. There was only emptiness. There was no feeling of completion, no sense of satisfaction. He cursed quietly to himself and, aggravated, got up out of bed. Instead of alleviating the yearning he had felt since Inuyasha's disappearance, the dream had only intensified it. Unquenchable fire burned low in his body. It wasn't lust. He wasn't sure what it was, really. All he was sure of was that Inuyasha was the only one who could smother it. He needed to find his little brother, and fast.

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Definition of Terms

Shiro - white

A/N: I think that one is the only one that needed defined in this one. If there were others, then please let me know and I will correct it. So, since there are so few, and this is as good a time as any, I decided to put the meanings of the new characters' names in here for whoever might be interested.

Michio - man with strength of three-thousand

Taka - hawk/falcon

Kano - one's masculine power; capability

Akemi - bright; beautiful

Kin - from the top of the cliff

Outa - Hmm ... can't find what this one means anymore *sheepish smile* All I know is it goes well with the Outa as a bear youkai and a guard, lol. If anyone finds out please let me know (:

Nishio - same goes for Nishio, had the meaning, but lost it. Bummer.

Hoshina - something to do with "stars" Jeez, what's with me and losing names, huh?

Sasaki - help tree; wren

Tamae - bell; ball

Taree - bending branch

Saniiro - praise; admirable

Bishamon - the Japanese god of war

Roka - white crest of the wave

Suzu - long-lived; crane

All right. There you have it. Chapter seven and the meanings of all the names except for the ones I'm having a hard time finding again, lol. Hope ya'll enjoyed and I'll post again as soon as possible!!
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