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Spiel Mit Mir	By : botticelliangel Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 15039 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
Additional disclaimer: this chapter contains a retelling of a religious tale. Information about the original can be found here
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kannon

The ground blasted out from under them. Inuyasha almost wasn’t fast enough and yet again this battle gnawed at Sesshomaru’s nerves.
“Why the fuck ain’t you killed it yet?” Inuyasha screamed at him after he landed on his ass, undignified and weak. The scent of the half breed’s aggravation, and the churned up earth clogged up Sesshomaru’s nostrils. The dirt particulars flying through the air made him feel like he needed to sneeze. Sesshomaru touched down next to Inuyasha, but his eyes didn’t leave their enemy.
“Because it is only going after you, little brother. This is your battle.” It was a fib, only a partial truth. Their opponent was out to kill Inuyasha and steal Sesshomaru. Sesshomaru knew his brother wasn’t strong enough to kill another dog demon, especially one that was many years older than Sesshomaru. Standing by his brother ensured that their opponent only used minimal power in his attacks, and hopefully Inuyasha would be smart enough to seize any opportunity for an attack.
The cautious attitude that Sesshomaru was adopting wasn’t Inuyasha’s style though. It seemed that his little brother was being thrown off more by Sesshomaru’s presence than by the demon across from them.
“Sesshomaru-sama, why should you keep protecting that half breed? Many lords and ladies would kiss Buddha’s feet to be granted the favor of spending a day with you. You know my name, Daisukemaru of the south. I fought along side your father in the great war against the panther demons. He would have been ashamed by your refusal to properly host meetings with his old allies.”
Narrowing his eyes Sesshomaru didn’t bother to respond. He did recognize the name; not as a lord, but as a general that served under his father. The lesser dog demon threw his power at them again with a sword that looked like it saw too many battles. This time Sesshomaru yanked Inuyasha up off the ground before it blasted up.
“Inuyasha! Sesshomaru!” The girl his brother liked called out. Sesshomaru glanced in her direction and sighed at the stupidity and determination of Inuyasha’s friends. They were begrudgingly powerful as a group. Any other mismatched band of humans would have been long dead by this time. They were battle hardened and Daisukemaru wasn’t even paying attention to them.
It was a wise and a foolish decision at the same time both on Daisukemaru’s end and on the part of Inuyasha’s friends. There was one point in which Sesshomaru would have chosen not too notice them either.
The pink light of a sacred arrow blew past him towards the embattled demon. Their opponent smelled it before it could reach him, but instead of jumping out of the way he used his sword to block the purifying projectile.
Sesshomaru assessed that Daisukemaru was either very arrogant, or slow. Beside him Inuyasha summoned the windscar. It smelled like the wind on a mountain, and Sesshomaru drew Tokijin. He wasn’t sure if he could combine his attack with Inuyasha’s. The aura of their father’s sword might reject the combination of another.
At the worst the demon who was so intent on obtaining Sesshomaru would be hit twice. Twice was enough to slow him down.
It was a tornado of green and white that hit their opponent. Finally Sesshomaru smelled blood. The world of wind and power cleared around them. The branches in the forest were splintered and ripped some crashing down into their small clearing.
Daisukemaru was still alive, kneeling into the weight of his sword as his blood escaped him for the earth. The humans held off from another attack, and Sesshomaru was sure it was only because he had left Inuyasha’s side to walk up to the injured demon. Sesshomaru stopped where the fertile earth was churned up and being stained by blood. He looked down silently and wasn’t surprised to see Daisukemaru smile.
“Sesshomaru-sama, you are as cold as the world says about you,” He coughed up blood, “You have the scent of ambrosia. You are lusted after, and you want none. How cruel to stand by my side and let me smell you while I die, unable to show your body any of the worship it deserves.”
The rusty scent of blood was not enough for Sesshomaru to be distracted. Inuyasha and his friends had crept nearer, assessing safety because of Sesshomaru’s prowess. The breeze blew by him, and he could smell Inuyasha behind him.
Sesshomaru wondered what Inuyasha would make of Daisukemaru’s words. After all Inuyasha was also deeply stirred by Sesshomaru’s scent. Inuyasha was the first one who was unwittingly bewitched that Sesshomaru hadn’t killed, yet.
He supposed that counted for something.
“Daisukemaru, you were a good general to my father. I will assure you have a proper burial.” Sesshomaru finally said. He wasn’t going to respond to the lusting words. He wasn’t going to acknowledge them; not here, not on a battle field. Definitely not until his brother stopped reeking of curiosity.
Daisukemaru laughed and death carried the sound away on the wind.

*Spiel Mit Mir*

Inuyasha had more common sense than to gossip behind Sesshomaru’s back, but it was very clear that no one else did.
Nothing was said at first. No one said anything when Sesshomaru and Inuyasha hauled Daisukemaru’s body up onto AhUn. Sesshomaru ordered Jakin to take the dead demon’s body to some town south of Inuyasha’s forest. Instructions were ordered calmly for the demon’s family to be given the entire sum of his remaining pension, as well as prayer sheets to signify that he died honorably in battle.
There was absolutely nothing honorable about the way he died, Inuyasha didn’t understand why Sesshomaru was pretending that there was. They walked on for the rest of the day pretending.
Sesshomaru was ahead of them the whole day walking along as if he was just taking a stroll in a garden. Earlier Rin tried to approach him by running up to his side and got nowhere because he wouldn’t speak. Inuyasha stayed silent, and followed Sesshomaru, only keeping a few feet between them. And far more of a distance behind them Inuyasha could hear his friends whispering.
It was very hard to keep his ears forward and not let them know that he was listening to their gossiping words. Especially when it came to some of the words: each time they came up with a new theory about the dead demon’s words Inuyasha cringed for them. Sesshomaru could hear far better than Inuyasha.
Every stupid word they said was making Inuyasha feel worse.
He was curious too. The assumptions and propositions that his friends made were generally silly. But Inuyasha almost faulted in his step when Sango wondered out loud if Sesshomaru smelled that good to all demons, particularly to Inuyasha.
And Sesshomaru did stop for a moment when Miroku whispered that he sympathized with the dead demon for one reason: He thought anyone in their right mind should pray to Buddha for the chance to touch Sesshomaru. The girls hit him and voiced their disapproval. It was long enough for Sesshomaru to start walking again, and for Inuyasha to worry more as he chewed his bottom lip.
It was that moment in the day when Kagome decided to voice her opinion that sex between men was disgusting. Internally Inuyasha panicked at her words. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to lie to Kagome should she ever ask any difficult questions about Sesshomaru. Given what Sesshomaru was aiming to do, and Kagome’s beliefs, Inuyasha was pretty sure he was doomed.
The only real knowledge gained by listening to the crowd was Rin’s admission that this wasn’t the first time a demon sought Sesshomaru to claim his body. It seemed that she was hesitating to talk about it because she clammed up as Inuyasha’s friends tried to pry more from her. Inuyasha knew Rin’s words told a lot, and had to respect that she was so loyal to Sesshomaru that she didn’t want to give away anything personal. The only other thing she said was not so surprising: Sesshomaru killed all of those demons.
They weren’t in a wooded area anymore. Instead there were lots of thick shrubs along the sides of the road and patches of tall grass. They had reached the southern part of the coastline. The smell of sea salt was strong. About an hour ago Kagome had exclaimed happily that she could smell the ocean. Then she went on about being glad that it was summertime. Maybe they could stop for a day and hang out on the beach.
Maybe that day could be tomorrow, Inuyasha thought glancing to the sky. It was fading into a pink violet as the sun set. They would have to stop and camp soon. He was pretty sure he would have to make that call tonight. Sesshomaru would drag them along in silence if Inuyasha didn’t say anything.
Inuyasha took a deep breath in.
“I think its time to stop for today.” Inuyasha said loudly crossing his arms over his chest. Sesshomaru didn’t stop. “Sesshomaru, I said it’s time to stop.” No response. Irritated Inuyasha stormed up to him whipping himself in front of his brother’s path. “Hey idiot, I said stop. You’re too wound up over what some piss ass youkai said. Who the fuck cares if he thought you were girly, you killed him right?”
It was relieving to break the tension through fighting. Sesshomaru glared at him with a look usually reserved for those who were just about to die by his hand.
“You dare order me to stop?” He was only whispering and since there were no demons left in their group, except for Shippo who was only a baby, the words went unnoticed. “I am not an idiot. The humans can camp wherever they want. I do not need to be within the presence of their filth while they are spouting it out of their mouths.”
“Humans gossip, so what? I don’t get why this is bothering you so much.” Inuyasha retorted trying to look nonchalant as he lifted his arms and yawned. It was a really roundabout way of voicing his curiosity. He hoped it meant something to Sesshomaru that he hadn’t joined in the babble earlier.
“So I am to believe that you actually inherited a demon’s predisposition to reason and quietness?” Sarcasm issued from Sesshomaru in response. Rolling his eyes, Inuyasha determined he probably wasn’t going to get an answer. Unless Rin could get one, and then Inuyasha could bribe Rin into telling it to him.
That was worse than gossiping, but he wanted to know. He had a right to know, because he understood the dead demon’s words about Sesshomaru’s scent.
In the curious spaces of his mind, Inuyasha already came up with a theory: The dead demon had very little control over his rampant search for Sesshomaru. Hell, when they first stumbled upon the demon he had put up quite a display of showing off his genitalia in an apparent effort to woo Sesshomaru. The fighting only really began once Daisukemaru got close enough to smell Inuyasha. Nothing was said in a way that humans would understand, but it became very apparent, very fast, that the demon sensed Inuyasha and Sesshomaru’s recent intimate moments.
Every night since they left the hot springs there was some level of curiosity induced sexual intimacy. Last night, only a few short hours before this strange battle with another dog demon, Inuyasha had leaned over and smeared his cum into Sesshomaru’s hair, and onto his face after their replay of events at the hot springs. Jerking each other off seemed to be their favorite nighttime activity.
Sesshomaru hadn’t taken too kindly to being used as a canvas, and had thrown Inuyasha against a nearby tree with enough force to inflict cuts from the bark all the way down Inuyasha’s back. They had parted ways. Inuyasha went back to the camp and found himself watching the night with insomnia until the morning came and Sesshomaru returned.
His brother looked immaculate, but the scent of their night time adventures was so strong that Inuyasha flushed in embarrassment and wondered why Sesshomaru hadn’t bathed. It wasn’t like he hadn’t had the time.
Besides, Inuyasha was almost positive the scent gave them away in several regards. Jakin, who Inuyasha never thought of as having keen anything, stared with his woefully disproportionate eyes back and forth between Sesshomaru and Inuyasha so much that Miroku noticed. Miroku had no idea what to think, but Sesshomaru glared at Jakin with such vehemence that the toad hid behind Rin.
Inuyasha had a creeping suspicion that Rin knew, because she just giggled and scolded Jakin for making Sesshomaru angry.
And then they ran into Daisukemaru: the first true dog demon Inuyasha ever saw besides Sesshomaru. Well the first dog demon that wasn’t family anyway.
Knowing the other demon couldn’t control his lusting search led Inuyasha to believe that he was not vigorously seeking Sesshomaru because he was only a half demon. His human side was keeping him in check. Inuyasha wanted to confirm that theory with Sesshomaru, and demand why this was happening to him.
He wanted to demand why this was happening to Sesshomaru.
“I ain’t going to shut up until you tell me, asshole. The journey north is pretty damn long.” It was the most convincing argument Inuyasha could think of.
Sesshomaru growled at him. It was a surprise to himself, and to Sesshomaru, that Inuyasha growled back. The instinctual rumbling vibrated through his chest and throat, made his jaw tight and his back molars clench together.
Growling was a very dominant action. Even though Inuyasha fought with his brother since he could remember, he never challenged his brother’s dominance. Now it was instinct to challenge that dominance, and it was probably in surprise rather than submission that Sesshomaru actually stopped and stared at him.
“Huh.” Sesshomaru said then turned around to the humans who were trying to look like they weren’t watching while they unpacked their things in a flat grassy area by the side of the road. The only one who watched without shame was Rin. She was sitting in the road next to the cart with her eyes fixed on Sesshomaru. “We will be back, Rin. It is important that we check for youkai now that AhUn and Jakin are not with us.”
Rin nodded with her hands still folded in her lap.
She was the most centered person Inuyasha ever met, and Inuyasha knew that Sesshomaru’s words weren’t really directed at her, but at the rest of the group.
For the first time in a while Sesshomaru didn’t attempt to drag Inuyasha along. For the first time ever Inuyasha refused to follow Sesshomaru. He kept his eyes ahead of him and walked by Sesshomaru’s side.
“You do realize the humans will pester you tomorrow?” Sesshomaru questioned as if voicing his concern about Inuyasha’s resolve.
“You think I haven’t learned how to keep secrets?”

*Spiel Mit Mir*

The stars were bright twinkling above the dark grass fields. Long strands of grass came up to Inuyasha’s waist swaying against his clothes. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Sesshomaru still walking beside him.
The silence between them was deafening. Crickets chirped among the green grass. This kind of emptiness was unusual even for Sesshomaru. All around them was the night and the breeze tangling the long green hairs of the earth. He could tell when Sesshomaru stopped walking because the rustling of the grass became less.
“I was going to walk to the ocean to toss your icy ass in.” Inuyasha grumbled as he turned around. Sesshomaru was just standing there: silent and hard to read. His face was deceptively soft and serene. The neutral look must have taken years to master. It was a look that Inuyasha knew how to break. “I figured the salt water would get that fuckin’ stench off you.”
The world around them seemed to reverberate with Sesshomaru’s anger. His eyes illuminated with the red hell that resided within every demon. The aura around him wavered and the grass bent away from him, his clothes and hair flaring out as if all of him that was solid was trying to rip apart into power and emotion.
In order to minimize the damage Inuyasha let himself fall when Sesshomaru railed him into the ground. A bit of dirt dislodged into the air and Inuyasha’s hair tangled into the grass. Inuyasha’s ears tickled as broken blades of grass dangled onto them. Moonlight kissed hair slid over him, and even though Inuyasha knew what to expect it was still frightening to see the youki distorted face of his brother.
Sesshomaru was terrifying because he was born to be.
He was also beautiful.
Sighing, mostly to relieve his fear, Inuyasha examined his position. Sesshomaru was still threateningly close. His claws were pressed into the base of Inuyasha’s collarbone, but they hadn’t broken the skin. Inuyasha couldn’t really look down because Sesshomaru had pressed their foreheads together making their breath mingle. Inuyasha could feel the pressure of his brother sitting across his hips.
He couldn’t figure out why Sesshomaru was so quiet.
He wasn’t growling, just stuck. He should be growling. He should be establishing dominance and putting their relationship as older and younger brother back in order.
That order wasn’t being restored. Sesshomaru didn’t seem inclined to move. That left Inuyasha with the task of putting things together. Inuyasha knew that he might not go about things the right way all the time, but it didn’t mean that he didn’t know what needed to be done. Right now there needed to be some serious conversation. He waited for a second for Sesshomaru to come back to the world. He did not.
Moments like these made Inuyasha proud that he lopped off Sesshomaru’s left arm, because if he hadn’t… well this might be a lot more difficult.
Gathering courage, Inuyasha kept repeating to himself that if Sesshomaru killed him out of passion he would probably just end up reviving him because Sesshomaru didn’t like it when things weren’t going his way. Inuyasha shoved back the terrifying knowledge that he was the only demon alive that Sesshomaru wasn’t quick in destroying over a strange quirk in scent. And his brother could very quickly change his mind about that oversight.
Inuyasha grabbed onto the backs of Sesshomaru’s thighs. His hard worked hands rested high right under the cusp of Sesshomaru’s bottom. It was too bad that Inuyasha couldn’t control when he blushed, because this felt like a very sexual way to be touching Sesshomaru. Despite their previous and admittedly likable sexy moments, Inuyasha didn’t want to be the one initiating anything.
Deep in his heart he wanted that with Kagome only.
At least he thought he did.
Sesshomaru’s eyes faded back to their normal color, and his face smoothed into a look of surprise. He opened his mouth to speak, but Inuyasha didn’t want him to have the opportunity to. Swiftly Inuyasha tightened his grip on the posterior side of Sesshomaru’s thighs and pulled his legs wider forcing him off balance. Pushing his hips up Inuyasha flipped Sesshomaru onto his back and pinned him to the ground.
This was satisfying, his brain supplied as he struggled with Sesshomaru for a moment. Finally the proud demon; his arrogant, selfish brother stopped struggling and looked at the starlit sky. Inuyasha didn’t really know why Sesshomaru stopped fighting. He was clearly stronger than Inuyasha. He could easily escape the grasp, but he was choosing to remain submissive under Inuyasha. Sesshomaru was not acting like himself, and Inuyasha was starting to think there was something really fucking wrong.
Again Inuyasha examined his brother. A little worried he slid in closer pushing Sesshomaru’s bottom up onto his thighs. He had one hand pinning Sesshomaru’s wrist up near his face and Inuyasha’s other hand was flat against Sesshomaru’s chest.
“Ok, you’re going to talk about this freaky scent thing. The Sesshomaru I know doesn’t wig out about stupid shit like this.” Inuyasha growled. The rumbling in his voice surprised him. Now he was growling at Sesshomaru, and on top of him?
Sometimes Inuyasha wondered if he wasn’t just having a really complicated dream: A really fucking weird complicated dream.
But acting dominant like this was really turning him on, that combined with Sesshomaru’s dangerously sexy scent… Inuyasha confirmed it for himself.
This was definitely some kind of kinky sexual repression dream. When he woke up he was going to go straight to Kagome and tell her exactly how he felt and hopefully get to shove his hands up that ridiculously short kimono she wore.
“It’s none of your concern. I am only here for one purpose half breed, and you are testing my patients.” Sesshomaru’s words flew him back to the moment.
“Well think of it as pay back, asshole.” Inuyasha continued to growl, “That horny youkai couldn’t even stop himself from going after you earlier. Rin said this has happened more than once, and I aint going to be a liar. You’re smell makes me want to fuck you until I can’t see straight. Now I don’t want that gross shit, and you’re clearly bothered by it. You need my help more than I need yours.”
Sesshomaru still had yet to really move. He wasn’t even looking at Inuyasha. It was annoying to be ignored, especially when Inuyasha knew that he was right. It was annoying because Inuyasha’s senses were being confused by the closeness of his brother. His mind was rolling around how much fun it could be to keep Sesshomaru under him. He kept imagining unlacing the stiff ties at the sides of Sesshomaru’s armor, disrobing him, and then tasting his flesh in the moonlight.
Shaking his head Inuyasha growled again.
What in all the hells was making him think like that!
Sesshomaru had stopped looking at the sky and was now focused on him.
“What makes you think you can even begin to help, half breed?” Sesshomaru’s words were biting, and ironic. Inuyasha laughed in the back of his throat and then glared at his brother.
“You said it, bitch. I’m a half breed. I’m betting that my human side is what’s keeping me from running after your stuck up ass like the other demons.” Inuyasha shivered. That felt really good. Too good to shove Sesshomaru’s fresh words straight back in his face, and then call him a bitch to top it off.
It felt really good to see Sesshomaru react. His older brother narrowed his eyes into a glare and then closed them completely. For the first time Inuyasha saw his brother blush. It was hard to see in the darkness. Sesshomaru’s cheeks were tinted with color.
“It’s a curse, from a bosatsu.” Sesshomaru finally said. “Are you versed in religion, Inuyasha?”
“Did you ever give me an education, Sesshomaru?” Inuyasha spat out his answer to remind Sesshomaru that he never had anything. He never had anything before Kagome walked into his life. He never knew anything but abandonment, betrayal, fear, and quick painful lessons in survival.
He did in fact know what a bosatsu was. It was an enlightened being, a human who was dedicated to the purification of suffering and evil. A botsatsu had to rid the world of evil while simultaneously acknowledging that hell influenced the thoughts of men. They had to do all of those things without judgment. To do those things made them aware of all of heaven, hell, and earth. A bosatsu was a living Buddha.
Inuyasha encountered a bosatsu once, but that one had been corrupted by Naraku. He didn’t think he would have been able to actually fight St. Hakushin. The power of a bosatsu was unlike anything he ever knew. Sesshomaru kept his eyes shut as he began to speak.
“Kannon, the motherly Buddha, was a princess many years ago. She fought with her father over marriage. Her father wanted her to marry a man of wealth and power. She wanted to marry a physician who could help ease suffering and pain. Angered with his daughter’s wishes to marry into a lower station, and her refusal for a proper marriage, Kannon’s father designed a plot to chasten his daughter by forcing her into a life of servitude.
Kannon was so pure that when she worked she did so selflessly. She could survive without food or water. When she was told to put out fires with her bare hands she never burned, and wild beasts became tame in her presence. In fear of his daughter’s powers Kannon’s father had her executed. Even in death Kannon was powerful and pure. She absolved the executioner of any wrongdoing for her death by taking on the karma of murder into her own soul.
She went to hell and was so pure that just by being in hell she created imbalance. Her presence began purifying the demons of hell, and they sent her back to the mortal world to safeguard their lands.
It was said that she lived on a holy mountain practicing peace and helping others. One day a monk approached her and begged her for her arms and eyes. He said that only the arms and eyes of an unselfish soul could save the life of a dying man. She gave her flesh, and a few months later the man who was saved by her kindness went to the mountain to give his thanks.
That man was her father, and when he knew it was Kannon that saved him he begged for forgiveness. This act ended Kannon’s own suffering and she became a godly being fit for heaven. She chose to remain in the mortal world to ease the suffering of others.”
“Ok, so what does this have to do with your curse?” Inuyasha asked bored. He didn’t need a background story. He just wanted to get to the point.
“When you were in your mother’s womb, before I went north to conduct business for father; I fought with a youkai who had the power to call on the Kannon in battle. The bosatsu was clearly confused because when she sensed me she tried to bless me with the tools to find me a good husband. Ever since I have had many demons, only from the inuyoukai and ookamiyoukai, who have sought to take me… presumably as a wife.” Sesshomaru choked out the last part. Inuyasha tried to hold in the giggle for the sake of not angering his already pride bitten brother.
“You were cursed by a blessing.” Inuyasha snorted still trying to hold in the laugh.
“Yes. And while you are on the verge of laughing, when Father found out he cried. He chose to send me north when Izayoi was close to birthing you because he couldn’t protect both of us.”
And underneath those words emerged the silent accusation. He chose to protect you instead of me.
The need for laughing was tucked away somewhere inside of Inuyasha as he came to the realization that his brother felt pain. The discovery of that feeling inside of the perfect untouchable Sesshomaru made Inuyasha feel even more discomfort than knowing Sesshomaru had the capacity for regret.
This was like watching his brother crumble slowly, and not being able to put the pieces back on fast enough.
“But the old man was one of the strongest demons in the land.” Inuyasha protested trying to find falsities in Sesshomaru’s story. Maybe that was what Sesshomaru perceived, but there was no way their father couldn’t have protected both of them.
“He was.” Sesshomaru whispered.
“And it’s not like you are weak.” Inuyasha supplied.
“I’m not.” There was no hint of pride in Sesshomaru’s attitude at the mention of his strength. He was just laying in the moonlight as if everything was normal. Sesshomaru was just laying in the moonlight as if having Inuyasha’s hips pressed between his legs was an everyday occurrence. He was just laying there submissive and sexy.
Inuyasha put together the words because he couldn’t put Sesshomaru back together.
“You weren’t stronger than him.” Inuyasha whispered a little horrified.
“He was affected.” Sesshomaru defaulted to a state of bland neutrality that hid any feelings or betraying thoughts.
“Did you try to fight?”
“No. He was the alpha.”
“Did you want it?”
“I don’t know.”
“I don’t think you did.” Inuyasha whispered and let go of Sesshomaru to stand up off the ground. Inuyasha didn’t cry, because crying was for children only, but if he was a child he would have shed tears for his brother. For once in his life Inuyasha was grateful he was a half demon. For once in his life Inuyasha found power in having human blood, because without that heritage he wouldn’t be able to walk away instead of forcing Sesshomaru to rut with him.
“I wouldn’t object.” Sesshomaru spoke as Inuyasha started walking to the ocean. Inuyasha paused but didn’t look back. He could hear his brother sitting up off of the ground. He could feel the coldness of his gaze on his back.
“Just because you didn’t, doesn’t mean you wanted it.” Inuyasha felt his shoulders stiffen. He had seen enough women be raped to know that much. And now he didn’t know what to think, because Sesshomaru had obviously suffered the same, at the hands of their father no less.
“No, I mean I wouldn’t object right now.” Sesshomaru said sexily behind him. The sultry sound of his voice was appealing. It was a vulnerable sexy that made Inuyasha’s dick twitch in response. Damn, and his erection was just starting to subside because of their heavy conversation. Inuyasha looked behind him to see that Sesshomaru was kneeling in the grass having already separated himself from his armor and swords. Damn bastard was quick. His skin shone luminous as he slid out of his kimono.
His brother’s flesh was shadow kissed in the moonlight. His scent screamed of a longing to be kissed by lips that were warm and held breath. Sesshomaru sat on his knees the discarded clothing to the side and reached down to divest himself of his hakama. Inuyasha watched hungrily as Sesshomaru grasped himself through the cloth before it loosened revealing the dripping head of his erection.
Inuyasha didn’t realize how swiftly he moved forward until he was falling over Sesshomaru. Pushing his older brother’s shoulders into the dirt and the grass they flattened yet another area of the grassy expanse before the ocean.
Plunging his tongue into Sesshomaru’s mouth, Inuyasha decided that his brother tasted as good as he smelled. Lewdly he thrust his tongue in and out as he rocked his hips forward between Sesshomaru’s legs. The kiss was not one sided. Sesshomaru tasted his tongue with vigor. Inuyasha pulled back for a moment diverting his lips to Sesshomaru’s skin. He licked one pale cheek feeling the slight ridges of Sesshomaru’s markings on his tongue. Sesshomaru gasped and arched his hips up.
“You tell me if you stop wanting this, bitch. I’m out to prove to you that I’m not like every other demon out there.” Inuyasha growled into his brother’s ear before dragging his tongue up the curve of the lobe all the way to the tip. Sesshomaru didn’t tell him to stop, and Inuyasha traveled down kissing Sesshomaru’s neck. Nibbling on his skin and kissing his pulse Inuyasha growled again.
His mind was hazy with lust as Sesshomaru began untying his hakama to leave them both exposed and hard with potential. Nipping at the skin of Sesshomaru’s neck Inuyasha felt his brother’s breath hitch in the back of his throat.
“Yes.” Sesshomaru whispered rubbing his index finger softly over the small slit on Inuyasha’s cock, and spreading the warm pre-climatic fluid all over the velvety head. Inuyasha bit a little harder pulling the skin on Sesshomaru’s throat between his teeth. Judging by Sesshomaru’s enthusiastic reaction Inuyasha roamed about the pale skin sucking and nipping until he found a perfect spot. Inuyasha growled into the skin taking another deep breath of Sesshomaru.
Then Sesshomaru’s voice whispered into his ear, “Stop…”

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