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Scars - Alternate Ending	By : Avarwen Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 2816 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: This is the alternate ending to the original �Scars.�
The first two chapters and the beginning of the final chapter are the same, but the end of the third chapter will be very very different. So you can feel free to skip over these ones if you�ve read them already, I haven�t changed them.
Oh, and if you�re wondering why I�m reposting these two chapters instead of just the

Alternate ending, it�s actually for the convenience of anyone who hasn�t read this story yet. That way they don�t have to run around and find the other chapters in order to read this one. ^_^
Warnings: Borderline N/C (Basically just past mentions of it), Yaoi, Inucest, WAFF, Lime and borderline Lemon (though my definition of lemon may be different to some people, considering I saw a story with a small kiss in it that was labelled lemon so... ^_^) and that�s about it.

VERY IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER: Own none of the characters in this fic. I only own the story. Everything else belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. She�s the only one making money off of this stuff.

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Scars

Marks that won�t Heal

�Get on the bed Inuyasha.�
Inuyasha was momentarily too stunned to move to obey his father�s command, his mind more focused on the third person now present in the room.
He glanced up at his father, and then his gaze trailed around the room and over to his brother. And Sesshomaru�s eyes met his own icily, but Inuyasha knew that his brother was just as startled as he was, wondering, just as he was, if this was really happening.
However, unfortunately for him, Inu Taisho seemed to be quite certain that this was happening, and, clearly unentertained by listening to his son�s mind spinning out of control as he tried to figure it all out, quickly moved forward, grabbing a fistful of his hair and yanking him unceremoniously down onto the futon.
A small yelp of surprised pain escaped his lips before he could stop it, earning him a hard backhand from his father.
�Don�t be afraid to beat him if he gets out of hand, Sesshomaru. He can be a little savage sometimes.� Inu Taisho said, glaring down at Inuyasha, who now lay sprawled on the futon, not daring to move for fear of bringing more pain down on himself.
He looked up at Sesshomaru, who was staring down coldly at him, his face a mask of stone as Inuyasha stared, and his brow furrowed under his brother and father�s mixed scrutiny.
�Don�t judge a book by it�s cover, Sesshomaru, he�s a far better lay than he looks.� Inu Taisho said, drawing Sesshomaru�s eyes back to him.
�Are you certain about this, father?� He asked, and Inu Taisho made a small scoffing noise.
�Of course, I�ve had him hundreds of times-- he makes an excellent little whore, don�t you boy?� He cast a scathing look at Inuyasha, who was looking down at the blue sheets beneath him, his face a nice shade of red, the barely suppressed loathing leaking out from his aura and moving to fill Sesshomaru�s senses, mingling with his own.
The elder brother stiffened slightly, but decided it best to let the matter drop-- to save Inuyasha from more humiliation (though what could be more humiliating than being offered by your own father to you elder brother for sex was beyond him).
He looked over at Inuyasha, their eyes meeting once again, both brother�s subconsciously blocking out the sound of their father�s voice-- a trick they had both developed long ago. Sesshomaru had learned to expand it to just about anyone and everyone, but rarely used it, for it was often easier to learn an enemies weaknesses by what they said, and he had trained himself to look for those weaknesses mingled with and disguised as everyday banter. Inuyasha didn�t care all that much about other people�s weaknesses since the only time he met �other people� was when his father had another demon there to fuck him. He had simply trained himself to block out his father�s scathing and humiliating words-- as long as there was no command given, why the hell should he had to listen to that bastard talk?
No, neither of them were listening to him rant on about whatever the hell it was he was ranting on about, both focused on the build of heat and fire between their locked gazes, the desire beginning to flicker in each other�s eyes-- only aware of the silent messages they were sending to each other.
They both, however, gradually came to the realisation that Inu Taisho was leaving them, moving toward the door, saying �I�ll leave you to it.� Before exiting the room entirely, leaving the two brother�s alone.
Sesshomaru looked over at the door, listening to his father�s footsteps fade, before turning back to Inuyasha, only to find his brother no longer looking at him, instead fidgeting with the black leather collar Inu Taisho had place around his neck.
Sesshomaru�s eyes narrowed slightly at the offensive thing, and he move swiftly to remove the degrading piece of leather, letting his hand come to linger on Inuyasha�s cheek, his younger brother hesitating a moment before gently pushing into the touch.
�I�m sorry he did that.� Sesshomaru said, casting a red-eyed glare at the now shredded bit of leather lying on the floor, and Inuyasha�s eyes, which had slipped closed of their own accord moment�s before, snapped open again as he pulled slightly away (though Sesshomaru�s hand followed the movement, making it for naught) and shook his head.
�It�s not like you have any say in the matter anyway.� He muttered, then peered up at Sesshomaru, his mind returning to his earlier state of confusion. �Why are you here?� He asked quietly, and Sesshomaru blinked, having momentarily forgotten that he wasn�t supposed to be here. Not really anyway. Not if his father wasn�t such a sadistic twisted bastard who wanted him to fuck his own brother.
�Father said he had something for me to see-- a gift of some sort-- before he went off to battle that demon that�s threatening the borders.� He said, and Inuyasha snorted, having not previously known exactly where it was his father had been planning to rush off to the past couple of days. �Explains why he�s not here watching.� He said, and Sesshomaru�s eyes softened slightly from their usual stoic ice as he gently began stoking Inuyasha�s cheek with the pad of his thumb.
Inuyasha allowed him for a moment, before giving a small smirk that was almost completely devoid of humour. �That�s so typical of him. My birthday-- you get the gift.�
Sesshomaru�s thumb stopped it�s movement and he simply stared at his younger brother for a moment, having completely forgotten the half-breed�s birthday himself. Not that you could really blame him-- he couldn�t even remember the last time they had celebrated it, and no one ever spoke of it... He silently cursed his father for being so subtly cruel and manipulative as to make Sesshomaru actually forget something that-- to a human, and most likely a hanyou (since neither had everlasting life) would be so important, while forcing him to celebrate his own birthday, which was insignificant and unimportant to him, since youkai had innumerable birthdays and counting them was beginning to become a chore.
He was brought back to reality when Inuyasha began laying gently, open-mouthed kisses onto his palm.
�I blame none of this on you, Sesshomaru.� He said quietly, looking up at his brother with slightly sad and apologetic eyes (though what he had to be sorry for, Sesshomaru could not imagine). �You�re the only reason I�ve survived through this all.� He confessed.
Sesshomaru sighed.
Inuyasha was always so selfless, trying to make him fell better, even at the times when Inuyasha should be the one in search of comforting words and things like that. Somehow, Inuyasha always managed to turn it around and make it about Sesshomaru, seeming to get whatever comforts he needed from another, quieter source. Sesshomaru silently envied him for that.
Slowly allowing himself to sit down on the futon, he gently drew the more than willing Inuyasha into his lap, tucking his head under his chin as he stared at the fairly dull wall opposite him that did it�s best to look foreboding in the shadowing light.
�Soon I shall be strong enough.� He said quietly, and Inuyasha opened his eyes, which had again flutter closed without consent, stiffening ever so slightly in Sesshomaru�s grip as his elder brother continued, saying �And then I will kill him.�
Inuyasha sighed, a pained smile pulling at his lips. He and Sesshomaru had battled often-- in a form of training, since Inuyasha was the only real opponent in the world (other than their father) who offered the youkai any sort of challenge, and Sesshomaru was the only one Inuyasha was allowed to fight-- and only because Sesshomaru claimed to enjoy battling him.
Still, though his older brother improved everyday, Inuyasha knew that, even if they fought together they would not present much of a challenge to the great dog-demon. Him especially since he never got any real training other than with Sesshomaru-- and those were only when his father would allow him to battle with him, and when he wasn�t too sore from being fucked into the ground every night.
He tilted his head slightly, offering Sesshomaru�s neck a small lick, before murmuring �Sure you will, Sess.� A little displeased at how obvious his strained smile was in his voice.
Sesshomaru stiffened at his words and pulled back slightly to look him in the eyes, and Inuyasha was surprised to see traces of anger there. �I will kill him, Inuyasha.� He said, his voice hard and determined, and Inuyasha blinked slightly before his face softened again, and he reached a hand up and returned Sesshomaru�s previous actions-- gently moving to cup his brother�s face in his palm.
�Alright, brother.� He said quietly. �I know you will.�
Sesshomaru stared coldly at him, clearly not believing that he believed him, but did not say anything, instead moving to tuck Inuyasha back into himself, though the hanyou could feel now that there was a tension and anger there that had not been present before.
He sighed again and flattened his one straight ear slightly. �I know you want him dead, Sesshomaru.� He said quietly, catching his elder brother�s attention. �So do I.� He continued. �But I also know that neither of us is strong enough to defeat him right now. And I just...� and here he pulled back to lock eyes with his brother, his own wide and filled with emotions Sesshomaru could not read. �I don�t want to get my hopes up. Not yet.� He said.
Sesshomaru stared at him for a moment, before letting out an almost imperceptible sigh of defeat, and Inuyasha narrowed his eyes slightly before leaning up and kissing him powerfully, demandingly... desperately on the lips, Sesshomaru�s own mouth forced open by the crushing pressure and his own surprise as Inuyasha (for once) took on the dominant role, shoving his tongue into his brother�s mouth and exploring the warm cavern.
However, though it was allowed for a moment, Sesshomaru�s own dominance issues soon came roaring to the forefront, and an all out war was waged between the two tongues as each fought to raid the other�s mouth.
Soon enough, Inuyasha found himself splayed out on his back, Sesshomaru pulling away from his mouth to hover over him, gasping slightly for air, the faint traces of moonlight in the room framing him in silver as he gazed down at the hanyou before him.
Inuyasha lay against the deep blue sheets, his hair splayed around him in thick silver tendrils reaching toward the edges of the futon, his faintly tanned skin seeming to glow as he stared up at Sesshomaru with desire and questioning at his brother�s close scrutiny.
�You look beautiful.� Sesshomaru murmured quietly, and Inuyasha�s ears straightened slightly, then flattened as he scrunched his now pink-tinted face up in annoyance.
�Flowers are beautiful.� He said, his eyes drifting toward the window where the moonlight was seeping in from, but a small growl from Sesshomaru brought his eyes back to his elder brother�s face.
�Do not limit the word to only one meaning.� He said. �The moon is beautiful. Fire is beautiful. Storms are beautiful. Swords are beautiful. You are beautiful.� He finished, leaning forward to place a kiss on Inuyasha�s nose, as Inuyasha stared up at him, his eyes taking on their previous wideness.
�So, storms, swords, fire, the moon and I are beautiful?� He asked slowly, and Sesshomaru raised a sceptical brow at him and then nodded.
Inuyasha seemed to think about this for a moment and then said �You are not beautiful.� His tone taking on a slightly smug quality as Sesshomaru�s second eyebrow moved to join the first. However, before he could question the motives behind the boy�s words, Inuyasha leaned up, his arms wrapping around Sesshomaru�s neck as he placed an almost chaste kiss on his brother�s lips.
�You�re indescribable.� He said when he pulled back, Sesshomaru staring down at him, his eyes hidden in shadow and not visible to Inuyasha. �And father�s a fool for ever wanting you to be anything but what you are.� He said softly, and was slightly surprised to feel Sesshomaru stiffen slightly against him, his face darkening even more in the faint light.
�Do not speak of him right now.� He said icily, and Inuyasha immediately fell silent, his mind subconsciously moving to obey the command given as he watched Sesshomaru turn, for a terrifying moment, into the very monster they had just been speaking of.
He blinked and the moment passed, and there was Sesshomaru again, hovering over him, staring down at him with the moonlight bathing him in a faint aura of silver, making him look even more �indescribable� than before.
And Sesshomaru saw the way Inuyasha�s eyes flickered from smugness to seriousness to fear and then to amazement and desire, the lust quite evident in his scent, his eyes practically seeming to glow with it, and Sesshomaru could not resist kissing him again, using his tongue and fangs to ravage his younger brother�s mouth.
Inuyasha trembled slightly as a fang was lightly embedded into his lip, and Sesshomaru felt his desire swelling to an almost unbearable level at the feel of it traveling through the whole of Inuyasha, before moving on to run through Sesshomaru as well, and he let out a low, guttural moan, pulling back ever so slightly so he could remove his bothersome clothing (Inuyasha�s having already been removed earlier by their �father�) before shoving Inuyasha down again and moving once more to claim his brother�s mouth for his own.
Inuyasha lay back, his mind somewhat disconnected from the events happening around him-- unsure when it changed from heated kisses to gentle caresses to rough explorations of each other�s bodies, to all out sex-- content and happy to just lay back and let Sesshomaru do what he wanted, occasionally running his hands over Sesshomaru�s body, or through his hair, touching the birthmarks on his cheeks, wrists and hips with the same fascination that he always did-- just exploring Sesshomaru if for no other reason than the fact that he could.
He didn�t have a lot of rights to Sesshomaru�s body-- he could never be seme, and he was rarely allowed to be in control-- sometimes wasn�t allowed to touch certain parts of Sesshomaru for reasons unknown to the hanyou-- but it was still a hell of a lot more than he was entitled (or wanted) to do with his father and those other demons.
And he didn�t mind Sesshomaru�s control issues-- he was just happy to be near his brother, to be touching his brother-- did not really care what was happening-- letting his body respond of it�s own accord to Sesshomaru�s touch. There was no need to stifle his cries tonight because there were no ears that would hear it who would come to harm him.
And when he finally reached his peak, Sesshomaru following a moment after as he returned slowly to himself, that�s when he felt it... pain!
Fangs!
There were fangs.
Sesshomaru�s fangs.
And they were embedded into the juncture of his neck-- just above the collarbone where his neck and shoulder met...
Inuyasha lay stunned for a moment as Sesshomaru pulled back to examine the wound before gently letting his tongue slip out to lap at the blood, his bands falling, tickling Inuyasha�s shoulder and hiding his brother�s face from view.
As the overwhelming feeling of being loved-- or being wanted as he was claimed-- nearly overcame him, Inuyasha had only one question on his mind... what the hell was Sesshomaru thinking?
�Sesshomaru...?� He said softly, helplessly, his voice tinted with fear now, because, despite being hanyou, Inuyasha was not naive.
He may be half-human but he had grown up in a mostly demon society and he knew that no youkai took this mating thing lightly. Especially in Inu society. They only marked the one�s they truly loved... the one�s they wanted to spend forever with... and a mating mark lasted about that long too, never fading or wearing away... which meant Inu Taisho would find out what Sesshomaru had done for sure... And one of them would not last the night when the dog demon returned. Inuyasha would be willing to stake his life (if it wasn�t already at risk) on who exactly that would be.
As if sensing his inner turmoil, Sesshomaru pulled back to look him in the eyes, his own calm and holding none of the fear and worry that Inuyasha�s did. �He will not hurt either of us, Inuyasha.� He said, shifting slightly, tilting his head to the side and baring his own neck. �Not if you mark me as well.�
Inuyasha glanced at the bared expanse of flesh, seeing the strong flicker of pulse just below the surface, and feeling the tug of desire and flutter of excitement in his stomach, but still he held back, something still nagging at him... the fact that, to him, Sesshomaru�s plan made absolutely no sense.
He scrunched his face up slightly in confusion and cocked his head to the side, voicing his confusion by saying �How will that help?�
Sesshomaru lifted an eyebrow, clearly only just now realising exactly how far Inuyasha�s knowledge of mating and marking extended to, and then said �the bond between two Inuyoukai cannot be broken. Assuming one dies, the other will never again take a mate. That is, of course, assuming they do not succumb to the insanity of their grief. In either case, the remaining mate is likely to follow the first into death.�
Inuyasha blinked in surprise as the full power of the bond was explained to him, and he gently prodded the still fresh mark on his shoulder, gasping slightly at the faint wave of pleasure that washed through him from the simple touch.
Still, his fears were not entirely put to bed, and Inuyasha opened his mouth to try and voice them, but did not get any farther than a small �But--� as Sesshomaru pressed a finger to his lips, staring at him with hard eyes and silencing him.
�But�s are for those with doubts of what they think their future�s should hold.� He said quietly but firmly, fire igniting in his eyes, melting his normal golden ice if only for a moment. �Do not doubt me, little brother.� He said. Inuyasha stared back at him uncertainly for a moment, before nodding his head slowly (at least, as best he could with Sesshomaru�s finger still pressing firmly against his lips).
Sesshomaru stared at him sharply a moment, his expression dark and serious and one that Inuyasha did not like at all and decided needed to be done away with as soon as possible. So, when Sesshomaru re-cocked his head, once again exposing his neck to the night air, Inuyasha was more than willing to lean forward and let his fangs tear through the silken barrier, sinking into the crimson rivers hidden just below the surface.
The taste of his brother�s blood on his tongue startled Inuyasha somewhat, and he couldn�t suppress the small shudder and whimper of pleasure that ran through him as he slowly began lapping at the crimson elixir.
And Sesshomaru let him stay there, drinking his fill of his life blood, not making any move to pull him back or away, even when his shoulder started to tingle ever so slightly in discomfort. This was their moment of reckoning-- their moment of bonding themselves to one another for all eternity, and he was not going to let a little thing like discomforting pain get in the way and ruin that.
When Inuyasha did finally pull back, Sesshomaru�s eyes were half-lidded (as were his own) and his lips were still dyed deep crimson with his blood-- like the stain the geisha�s used on their lips-- and Inuyasha�s could not resist pressing his own swollen and red lips against them, letting the little of Sesshomaru�s blood he had left in his mouth flow through into his mate�s.
Mate.
His.
Sesshomaru.
Was that right?
Was Sesshomaru really his mate now?
He felt his brother drawing back, and a small whimper of loss escaped him as he tried to move after his brother, only to have a low growl meet him in response, reminding him exactly who was alpha in their relationship as Sesshomaru slowly lay down on the futon before pulling Inuyasha down against him, wrapping an arm tightly about his much narrower frame and tucking his head beneath his chin again-- a position both brother�s seemed to like for some unknown reason.
�Sesshomaru.� Inuyasha said quietly on a low sigh, and Sesshomaru cracked open an eye, uncertain if there was going to be more following the word, wondering why the hell Inuyasha was ruining the moment with pointless banter when he should be just enjoying his mate�s presence- and trying to fall to sleep instead of interrupting Sesshomaru�s own peace as he gently breathed in the intoxicating scent that was Inuyasha.
After several moments of silence, Sesshomaru assumed that that had been all there was and that the hanyou in his arms had indeed fallen asleep, and so was slightly surprised when a tentative and quiet-- so quiet Sesshomaru actually had to strain to hear-- voice reached his ears.
�Don�t ever leave me.�
Sesshomaru was, once again, startled and put off-kilter by his brother�s words, but this time he did not let it show, instead tucking Inuyasha closed against him, and saying to him (though it was muffled and almost indistinguishable by Inuyasha�s hair) �I could not if I wanted to.�
He pulled back a little so his voice would be more audible and said �You are my mate Inuyasha. Do not ever forget.�
Inuyasha blinked slightly in surprise at hearing the words actually spoken aloud (especially by someone who was not him) and then looked thoughtfully at the mark on Sesshomaru�s collarbone, before smiling one of his rare smiles and snuggling closer to his brother.
�Yes.� He said quietly against Sesshomaru�s chest. �I am.�
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Glossary

Inu Taisho - Inuyasha and Sesshomaru�s father-- his name means �Lord of the Dogs�

Futon - A Japanese mattress. They used to be rolled up and store during the day because the Japanese had such small houses.

Hanyou - Half-demon

Youkai - Demon

Seme - The dominant male in a yaoi pairing (and I really hope I don�t have to tell you what Yaoi is-- come on people, it�s not that difficult!)

Inu - Dog

Inuyoukai - Give you one guess what that means... (Dog-Demon)

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AN: I have no idea if the Japanese celebrated birthdays by the giving of gifts like we do, but I figured I�d go with that...
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