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Devotion	By : BlackberryPatch Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 12488 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The bright circle of the moon was mostly hidden behind the clouds that darted across the sky. The
wind that blew through the night caught up against the cliff, sweeping up over the edge to buffet the two figures that walked along the top. Sesshomaru stumbled. Human eyes saw poorly in the dark and he snarled under his breath as his foot turned on the uneven ground and the buffeting wind knocked him against the nearest tree.
Inuyasha, just ahead of him, turned. "We should stop for the rest of the night."
"No," Sesshomaru hissed back. He breathed deeply for a moment, then pushed away from the tree. "Continue."
Inuyasha stood in the dim night, staring at him. The half demon's hair shimmered in the fleeting
light and his eyes glowed. Sesshomaru felt a sudden urge to strike his brother- and the only reason he did not, he realized in sudden frustration, was that he was too tired. Exhaustion ate at him and
they had not been walking for very long; but it was more than that- he was so tired of being human.
He snarled softly. This was not a line of thinking he wished to pursue when there was nothing he could do to change his circumstance, except to wait it out. Any patience he retained on that count was wearing thin. He tried to push past Inuyasha and continue walking, but the half demon placed a hand on his shoulder, effectively halting him.
"We should stop," Inuyasha said again, softly. The half demon pushed his brother back, guiding him to the side of the path, and Sesshomaru really did hit him this time. He felt his fist connect firmly with Inuyasha's cheek; the half demon didn't even pull away from the blow, but his eyes narrowed as he stared intently at Sesshomaru, his lip curling back, revealing teeth.
"Stop if you want to," Sesshomaru growled. "I will continue."
Inuyasha sighed, then grabbed his brother by the arm suddenly and shoved him backwards so that he fell, heavily. "Stop being such an ass," Inuyasha grumbled as he dropped down on top of Sesshomaru, pinning him to the ground.
Sesshomaru tried to push him off, but Inuyasha's mouth descended upon his and the former demon suddenly found all his defiance melting away under those lips. Inuyasha's hands were in his hair, positioning him, guiding him into the kiss, and he felt overwhelmed by his brother's demonic presence, found himself surrendering to the force of it. He hardly recognized what was happening; it was Inuyasha's reaction that awakened him to what he had done unconsciously. The half demon gasped, pulling away slightly to meet Sesshomaru's dark eyes, wondering and slightly worried. He touched Sesshomaru's cheek with the back of his hand, brushing dark hair away from smooth skin, and Sesshomaru pulled away from the gentle touch. Reaching up he grabbed hold of Inuyasha's hand and pulled roughly, yanking the half demon down fully upon him. He sought his brother's mouth again, wanting the warmth of it, seeking so ardently he cut his own lip on the half blood's fang.
A change seemed to come over Inuyasha; a shifting, as if he was slowly understanding what Sesshomaru needed from him. He shoved his brother back roughly, pinning him further to the ground, and plundered his mouth, not pausing as he attacked with tongue and teeth and lips, pulling
the pleasure he sought out from the body beneath him. He paused only when Sesshomaru lay still, gasping for breath, too overwhelmed with arousal to be responsive. Inuyasha turned his head, nuzzling his way down the length of Sesshomaru's neck until he was nose to chest with his brother.
Clothing was yanked away and he buried his face against Sesshomaru's skin, inhaling deeply. Sesshomaru struggled suddenly, but Inuyasha knew it was not the gesture he protested, rather his own inability to fully reciprocate. Seizing his brother by the wrists and holding him until he was again still before continuing, Inuyasha scented his way along the body beneath him- tracing the lines of Sesshomaru's chest over, then cambering under the arm and up the length of it, his hair, the curve of his ear, his lips again, down further to curl tongue around the curve of his navel, further still
to bury nose in the proof of arousal, the scent heady and sweet.
Sesshomaru moaned, the sound low and throaty, and Inuyasha rubbed his face deeper, mouthing arousal through cloth. He felt something inside of his brother let go, releasing all the tension that had building in him. Inuyasha ran a hand over Sesshomaru's chest, finishing pushing away the clothing he'd missed earlier. Sesshomaru moved to help him, pushing himself up to let kimono fall from his arms to pool on the ground. Inuyasha growled low and reached over to grasp his brother's chin, pulling him forward. Sesshomaru followed the pull of the half demon's urging, his eyes half glazed over, dark hair falling in rippling bars across his pale skin. Inuyasha guided his brother to him until their bodies were almost flush. He directed the soft human mouth to his own and caressed the bloodied lip with his tongue, laving over the cut inflicted by his own fang. Sesshomaru shivered against him and leaned in closer, Inuyasha twining his other hand with one of his brother's. The half demon let his head fall to the side and lean forward to rest easily against his brother's shoulder, and when a quiet breath escaped from between his parted lips it was Sesshomaru who pressed forward, seeking something deeper.
Inuyasha turned into the kiss, feeling almost giddy with Sesshomaru's scent all around him. It was... different, wrong slightly, but still Sesshomaru, and he ached with the desire to share the wonder of the scent with his brother. He surrendered to his brother's mouth, feeling Sesshomaru's hands come up, his slender fingers circling round Inuyasha's arms, pulling his body closer until their groins brushed. Sesshomaru inhaled deeply, his grip tightening, and moaned into the half demon's mouth. Inuyasha arched into the touch, responding to the desire he could feel flowing through his brother. He stopped thinking for a moment, just wrapped his arms around his brother and yielded completely to Sesshomaru's passion. His brother's hands were warm on his skin when Inuyasha pulled one arm back and let his hand fall between their bodies. It splayed out against Sesshomaru's chest and pushed backward slightly.
The movement broke their heated kiss and Sesshomaru's eyes met Inuyasha's with a confused impatience that soon melted in the face of the sheer need in the half demon's eyes. The hand pressed more firmly against his chest, and Sesshomaru abruptly recognized that Inuyasha was
asking him to surrender. The body that had only moments before completely dominated him was now asking for a submission given of his own free will; the lover who had never before had to ask such a thing somehow knew how much he now required the chance to refuse, had orchestrated all of the last few moments to give him this knowledge about himself, to give him this moment. His eyes slid shut with the intensity of the emotion that suddenly filled him and he wondered how Inuyasha lived like this, to every month suffer the uncontrollable violence of this humanity. He relaxed and let the hand against his chest guide him backwards.
The hand turned him around and Sesshomaru knelt with his back to his brother, suddenly feeling Inuyasha against him- inquisitive nose and curious tongue exploring the curve of neck into shoulder, hands ghosting over his sides to slip down and push lingering cloth out of the way to trace the curve of his ass and curl possessively around his length. His head leaned back, into the touch, and his back arched slightly as he responded to the fingers that seemed to know every inch of him. Inuyasha laughed, softly, against his neck and kissed that exposed throat gently before his hand
slipped from his brother's eager length up to bury in his hair. His hand curled into a fist, Inuyasha roughly yanked Sesshomaru down on his hands and knees, pushing him down further till he lay flat on the ground, Inuyasha's hand against the back of his neck holding him there. Tensing in surprise, Sesshomaru relaxed again when he felt Inuyasha's body lie over him, his brother's breath suddenly hot on his shoulder. Inuyasha's lips were demanding next to his skin, gradually drawing back
until demonic fangs were pressed against him, parting slightly to draw his flesh between them. He felt the soft prick of his brother's fangs and the suddenly more intense pressure of the half demon's length hot against the cleft of his ass. He tried to push up against that touch, but Inuyasha's fingers on the back of his neck were like iron bands, holding him immobile as the half demon let the soft human skin slid from between his lips, pausing to lick it tenderly before the heavy length of him lifted from its position across Sesshomaru's back.
Sesshomaru could feel his brother's soft breath ghost over his exposed ass and shivers rippled
across his skin. With a tenderness that belied the iron fingers, the half demon's tongue tasted and explored, circling and entering the hidden entrance found, repeating and expanding up that initial foray until the human body beneath him lay submissive and open. Sesshomaru moaned as he felt Inuyasha move over him again, positioning himself. Thinking himself fully prepared, the former demon was completely relaxed as he felt the head of Inuyasha's hard length press against his opening. But he found he was mistaken; that hot length slid into him, suddenly introducing him to the fact that this body had never felt such a sensation before. His fingers scrambled in the dirt desperately seeking purchase and he tried to hide his face against his arm as he cried out. It wasn't pain- though it was, painful- but rather the shock of his body reminding him of limitations that had never before been a problem that made him pull away, but Inuyasha's hand was around him suddenly, slipped under his chest to pull him up and back full against his brother's body. Inuyasha's breath ghosted patiently across his cheek and his brother held him close and waited. And the sharp shock of pain did fade, into the pleasant sensation of being filled- something else this body had never felt before. Sesshomaru murmured softly, his hand coming to cover Inuyasha's, and the
half demon moved against him, pulling out to press back in again with a slow but firm force that pressed him back into the ground.
It was almost overwhelming, the intensity of the feeling of his brother inside of him, and again
Sesshomaru wondered how Inuyasha dealt with these sensations he was sure would tear him apart. Everything felt more, not of any particular thing, but just more. Describing it seemed
impossible but necessary in some way. Inuyasha's presence, deep in him, discouraged thought and Sesshomaru eventually delegated thinking to another time and allowed the pleasure that filled him to encompass his mind as well.
As Inuyasha continued to move against him, Sesshomaru did manage to spare a rare conscious thought to be glad he was already pressed flat against the ground. He wasn't sure any of his limbs could have held his weight at the moment; he felt well and thoroughly fucked, as Inuyasha's hot release spread through him and he murmured his own against the ground, and it had never felt so
damn good. His body still didn't want to move as Inuyasha pulled him around to face the half demon, but he did raise his face eagerly to his brother's lips. He was startled out of the kiss by Inuyasha's fingers again on his length, seeing if any life remained there. Some did, and Inuyasha, Sesshomaru facing him now, slid back inside of the former demon's body. His hands reaching up to curl around behind Inuyasha's neck and hold the half demon down close to him this time, Sesshomaru tried to search the golden depths of his brother's eyes- for what, he wasn't sure- but all he saw there was desire and compassion.
Their bodies moved in familiar rhythms, though the rhythm seemed off to Sesshomaru in a way that was really all to familiar; wasn't this always the way- he thought now as he touched his brother's face and moaned at the slower, deeper building inside of himself that signaled his climax- always the way with Inuyasha? Just when Sesshomaru thought he had figured his brother out, Inuyasha did something that completely overturned his world.
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Sesshomaru blinked his eyes open, bright sunlight falling down over him. He groaned; Inuyasha
had still been holding him when he'd fallen asleep and he recognized now, with a flicker of annoyance, that it had been his brother's intention to fuck him into unconsciousness. He closed his eyes and sighed. He ached all over and he was ravenously hungry. On the plus side, some part of himself seemed intent upon pointing out, he hadn't spent all night fretting uselessly and- despite some lingering exhaustion and that biting hunger- he felt better than he had in days. He half sat up; a quick glance around showed he was alone but a flash of red caught his eye and he sat up
fully, pulling the familiar fabric of the fire-rat haori closer, pulling it from where it had been draped over him to press it to his face. It smelled like Inuyasha, even to his shadowed senses. A part of
him resented the feeling that it had been left as a protection for him; something he certainly didn't need. But... he buried his face in the garment's silky folds for a long moment. Eyes closed, surrounded with the warm scent of Inuyasha's lingering arousal, he thought instead it had been
left as a gift.
Rising, he dressed, draping the haori across his shoulders as he went back to the road, following it
back a few meters to where they had passed near a stream. He ate some of the supplies they had taken from the village and even though he hated that this body required such constant attention and sustenance he found that even his sore and aching body couldn't dampen the strangely good mood that had overtaken him.
Something moved in the underbrush on the other side of the stream and Sesshomaru tensed automatically; narrow, focused eyes sought the source of the movement. He wasn't surprised when Kunya step out from behind the trees, though it did put a strain on his good humor.
"M'lord," the demon murmured.
Sesshomaru glared at him, not even bothering to get up from where he sat by the water. "Have you
forgotten the last words I spoke to you?"
Kunya paused. "No," he practically purred. "No, I have not m'lord." His nostrils flared as the wind shifted, carrying Sesshomaru's scent to him. "I know you did not mean to say such a cruel thing to me." He stepped closer, standing on the edge of the stream now, almost close enough to touch Sesshomaru where he sat just across the water. The light of madness was full in Kunya's eyes now and Sesshomaru guessed the reason when the demon continued, "I cannot find Yasmin. She left... they all left; they left me." He crouched beside the stream and reached out slowly to touch Sesshomaru's leg. Before he could make the contact, Sesshomaru grabbed him by one of his horns and pulled him sideways, dumping him in the water of the stream. The demon yelped and Sesshomaru stepped back away from the stream into an area there on the bank that was clear of trees, eyeing Kunya darkly and he tested his range of motion. His body screamed at him but he didn't listen, forcing it to obey him.
Inuyasha stepped out from behind a tree and Sesshomaru, his mood again improved, turned his eyes from where Kunya spluttered in the stream to his brother. He smiled and Inuyasha, surprised, returned the gesture, coming over to touch the back of his hand to the side of Sesshomaru's face. Sesshomaru pulled the haori from his shoulders and passed it back to its owner. "Thank you," he said softly as he released it and Inuyasha's look of apprehension at Sesshomaru's first drawing attention to the garment faded to one of pleasure. He hadn't been sure Sesshomaru would understand why he'd left it, but he felt suddenly warm knowing that what he had offered had been received and welcomed fully. Kunya spluttered again, loudly, and both brothers turned to glare at him.
Sesshomaru sighed and, reaching across his brother's body, pulled out the Tetsusaiga. Intending to
only use the sword as an incentive to spur on Kunya's leaving, he was not the only one shocked when it blazed to life in his hands. Kunya looked up to see the full transformed glory of Tetsusaiga, backed by Sesshomaru's hard glare, and quickly picked himself up and took himself off.
Sesshomaru, having crossed the stream to ensure Kunya's rout, stood for a few moments staring after the demon before he turned back to his brother and offered him the return of his sword, the energy fading from its blade as he held it out to the half demon in his outstretched hand. Their eyes met and Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow.
Inuyasha snorted. "Honestly, the damn sword doesn't even surprise me anymore." He reached out
and grabbed hold of Sesshomaru's wrist, pulling his brother close to him, claiming a kiss with the sword.

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