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Fraternal	By : BlackberryPatch Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 23078 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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18.06.02. Reformatted.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha and I am making no money from this or any other fan related work.
WARNINGS: yaoi/lemon, incest, solo, oral, anal, language, Miroku giving advice, possible WAFFiness or SQUEEage, H/C, blood/violence, a female OC with MarySue-ish behaviorisms, irregular chapter lengths... I think that covers it.

Additional note: I don't know anything about anything. When the villains show up around Chap. 4 they're named after figures in Russian and Mongolian mythology. I don't know anything about Russian or Mongolian mythology, and I apologize in advance if I misrepresent anything. I also know
next to nothing about medieval demonic Japanese clothing, so bear with me on that one too.

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"Fraternal"
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Can't Get You Out of My Head

The floor was cold against his knees, his hand, the rage within him keeping him warm. How dare she, how dare she mock the Lord of the Western Lands, and treat him so. But then he could feel Inuyasha's tentative hand against his ass, and he forgot his indignation as everything dissolved into rage. His lip curled in silent fury at his helplessness. He waited for Inuyasha to do it, he couldn't help but follow her order, and make it as painful and degrading as he could, because he hated Sesshomaru- didn't he?- and Sesshomaru's wrath was suddenly swallowed by the overwhelming sense of humiliation that filled him. But surprisingly enough, Inuyasha did not take the opportunity given to him, to make his brother pay for all the indignities Sesshomaru had heaped upon him, and rather was as careful as he could be as he slipped inside of his brother's body. Sesshomaru felt no hatred in Inuyasha's touch, and- even more- felt no pity. They were two beings, strong, trapped together by circumstances, just trying to survive, and secretly Sesshomaru thrilled with the strange feeling of his brother moving inside of him...

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The forest was dark and silent around him. Animals dared not make noise, leaves fell silently; even the wind was quiet and the water in the stream trickled mutely over the stones of the riverbed. Nothing wished to attract the attention of the demon lord, his irritation evident, pouring from him in waves as he stalked back and forth across the small clearing. Sleep was something that had evaded him many nights over the past weeks, and it looked to be just as far off tonight...
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If having Inuyasha inside of him had been thrilling, when his brother sheathed himself on Sesshomaru's aching length, Sesshomaru almost cried out at the feeling. His hand came up almost automatically and tangled in Inuyasha's hair, pulling the younger man against him. Why? She hadn't ordered this... but Inuyasha was giving Sesshomaru exactly what his body craved after their antics and Her arousing ministrations. Why? Why if he hated him... why would he do this? And as his body filled to overflowing with ecstasy he thought he knew; when Inuyasha pulled the binding from Sesshomaru's throat, Sesshomaru thought he knew what his brother was thinking. And he complied, because it was what he wanted too, and killed the bitch without a second thought. But then he was seized by the most electrifying spasm of rapture as Inuyasha convulsed and tightened around his neglected length and his world exploded in pleasure...

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Conflicting thoughts and emotions ripped through Sesshomaru's brain. Inuyasha. Inuyasha was his brother. HALF brother. He represented their father's unfaithfulness to not only Sesshomaru's mother, but to demonkind in general. Inuyasha was a half breed. Despised, and rightly so, by all and sundry- and most of all by Sesshomaru. Because Father had given him the Tetsusaiga, when its power was all that Sesshomaru wanted.
Father had loved him. That thought brought Sesshomaru's mental tirade to a momentary, staggering halt. Their father had loved Inuyasha. But that didn't mean anything because Inutaisho's emotions were already suspect, since he'd loved that bitch human, but... Maybe that was why Sesshomaru had always hated his little brother. Nothing so grand and demonic as despising all half breeds, but something far more personal drove him... the suspicion that Father had loved Inuyasha more than he had loved Sesshomaru.
It was stupid, Sesshomaru knew. He remembered his father, and he knew that Father had loved him. The time they had spent together when Sesshomaru was younger, his father teaching him everything... everything he would need in his life. Well, except for one, rather important, thing- how to deal with relationships. Though, Sesshomaru reflected, taking relationship advice from his father probably wouldn't have helped him. As it stood, relating to others was something Sesshomaru had never been particularly good at. All others were beneath him; why should he bother to try to understand them and their simpleminded problems? As a result, all of his encounters of a romantic nature had never developed past the immediate sexual gratification phase. Potential mates either saw themselves as above Sesshomaru, demanding more of his attention than he was willing to give, or Sesshomaru saw them as too far beneath himself. His mother had been to him the paragon of what a female demon should be, strong and proud even in the face of death, and Sesshomaru could not bring himself to think seriously about mating with any creature he saw as lesser than her. The problem with holding potential mates up to that standard was that his dead mother had reached a level of saintliness in his mind that no one and nothing could come close to. And the way Inutaisho had betrayed her memory made him even more dedicated to her. And speaking of that...
His thoughts brought him around in a circle, right back to the problem. Inuyasha. He hated Inuyasha. Not only for himself, an uncultured vagabond, but for everything he represented. And yet... Sex with Inuyasha had been the best sex he'd ever had in his life, evil bitch woman notwithstanding. Why? It couldn't be because he was a man; Sesshomaru had tried that before, and found the same level of dissatisfaction as he found with women. Males were just as arrogant and needy as females, though harder to compare to his standard.
Inuyasha didn't want or expect anything from him. Was that it? He hadn't felt anything from his brother during their ordeal other than an empathy at the situation they were forced to endure and a respect for Sesshomaru's power when unbridled. No clinging desire to feel closer, no superiority complex other than a pardonable pride in his own fighting skills. But Inuyasha hated him- didn't he? Sesshomaru knew he hated Inuyasha. Of course he did. How could he not? Sesshomaru thought of his father, and his betrayal, and Inuyasha the symbol of it...
And it was all washed away, replaced by Inuyasha's lips on him, mouth on his length- hot lips offering him relief, quick tongue teasing even greater pleasure from him. Inuyasha's hands on his hips, holding him down as he thrust up against the heat, the wetness, dear god...

Sesshomaru blinked, momentarily lost in the memory. Coming back to himself he snarled; he could feel his body had responded to the memory. He snarled again, curling his hand into a fist. Damn that bitch. What had she done to him? He had never thought this, wanted this, ever before... Inuyasha was less than him, as so many were, and not deserving of his attention.
Dammit, but he wanted Inuyasha. He wanted that heat again, he wanted those lips on him, that body surrounding him...

He stood under a tree, looking out over the river. Inuyasha was not here. Sesshomaru's hand drifted down his body. He closed his eyes. Before he could think about it, long before he consciously granted himself permission to give in to this, his hand teased lightly at his length through the cloth of his clothing and he conjured Inuyasha behind his eyes.
The half breed grinned at him, touching him, removing his clothes, touching him again... Sesshomaru's breath caught as his mind draw Inuyasha's fingers down and wrapped them tightly around his length. Inuyasha kissed and nipped at his neck, all the while grinning at having Sesshomaru here, at his mercy, as he straddled Sesshomaru, pinning his legs, and pumped his length with skillful fingers. A whine escaped Sesshomaru's lips, and his hand moved more quickly as his body sagged against the tree behind him, his head snapping back, baring his teeth in defiance of his surrender.
Inuyasha laughed at him in his mind. "You want this, brother mine. You cannot fool me." And with one final jerk of his hand Inuyasha brought his brother to the height and as Sesshomaru sighed and his body went lax after his release, he confided to himself that nothing substituted for the real thing.
That thought brought his anger to the fore again. He stood. He had to find Inuyasha. He had to...
Dammit, he didn't know, but if he didn't find that damn half breed and find some way of getting rid of these feelings he was going to go crazy. Maybe he already was... She'd done something to him, that bitch, he decided. That was it. And if he just saw Inuyasha again, he was sure that it would all go away. That was it. Very good. Alright... Decided, now act.

He turned away from the river abruptly and returned to where his companions were camped. Jaken had fallen asleep near the fire, supposedly on watch, and Rin was curled next to Aa-Un, also deeply asleep. The dragon looked up at him as he approached. He narrowed his eyes and, picking up a small stone, threw it at Jaken's head. The toad came awake abruptly, looking around himself in alarm and clutching the staff in both hands.
"My lord!" he cried out upon seeing Sesshomaru.
"Jaken." Seshomaru's voice was calm and cool, as always, betraying nothing of his current inner turmoil. Rin looked up from where she lay and smiled blearily at her lord. "I am leaving. Watch Rin." With that Sesshomaru turned and walked away. Behind him he could hear Jaken's spluttered protests at being left behind while Rin's fond yet sleepy valediction drifted after him into the night.

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