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Silence	By : LordYouko Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 4547 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Summary: Being a son of Inu no Taisho guarantees that Naraku can get pretty much anything he wants. Yet, why is it that the one thing he wants, is the one thing he can’t have? Inuyasha really was always everyone’s favourite. Sess/Inu pairing. Sess/Nar onesided.

Inuyasha was pacing the hallway impatiently. Why did his father’s meetings have to take forever, anyway? And more importantly, why did Sesshoumaru have to attend each and every one of those fucking meetings?
An involuntary and entirely unwelcome blush dusted the rugged young man’s cheeks as he remembered the previous night and what his elder sibling had done to him. The bastard was too skilled for Inuyasha’s good; even absent, he still haunted his younger brother’s thoughts
Light murmurs were all that could be heard from the adjoining room. In a mansion full of dog demons and higher order youkai serving them, soundproofing rooms was a bare necessity. So, Inuyasha had no way of knowing how long his brother would take before he came out.
If his peers were to see him mooning after his half-brother like a girl, he would surely lose his reputation as a Class A badass. Hell, he didn’t even know why he was pacing back and forth here like a caged tiger. There were far more entertaining things he could be doing with his time instead.
But it felt like there was some sort of a craving inside of him, something that made him want to barge through those doors there and attack and molest Sesshoumaru there right in front of those stuffed shirts his father employed.
The thought sent a shiver down Inuyasha’s spine. Sesshoumaru would not let Inuyasha get away with such insolence. Sesshoumaru would push him up against the wall and rip his pants off and drive that fucking huge throbbing cock deep inside his asshole while his father’s stern, uptight employees watched with lustful eyes…
Inuyasha had to shake his head hard to get out of that fantasy. Damn, that would be hot. Of course, then everyone would know what a little bitch he was for his older brother but his cock, that was already half hard in his pants, didn’t seem to care about that.
A small smirk bloomed on his lips as he let his imagination run away with the idea. It would be hot as all hell to be fucked in a room full of respected, high ranking officials in their designer suits and nerdy glasses. His father would have kittens, he and Sesshoumaru would probably be grounded forever but really, he didn’t think there was anything Inu no Taisho could really do to them. They were potential mates after all, pledged to each other. It was a union that even their parents had approved of and given their consent to and according to their laws, not even parental authority could come between pledged mates.
The doors that he’d been glaring holes into finally opened and the crowd of executives spilled out slowly, faces severe enough to be appropriate at a funeral. Their heads were bent over their papers and reports and whatever shit they did in there. They glanced furtively at the rebellious younger son, but none met his eyes.
Inuyasha didn’t care about that. His eyes impatiently searched the person his cock had been straining for all day.
Sesshoumaru was nowhere in sight. His father wasn’t either, which could only mean that the old man was keeping his brother from coming to him and screwing him senseless and that just wouldn’t do.
“Sesshoumaru, can I talk to you?” Inuyasha demanded, stomping into the room in which none of the brothers, except Sesshoumaru, had permission to so much as peek into.
Inu no Taisho glared exasperatedly at his untamed offspring. Really, making Inuyasha behave was like trying to leash a dragon.
“Inuyasha, you have been told time and again, you are not to enter these chambers.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Inuyasha muttered, ignoring his father with practiced ease. “What the hell is taking you so long?”
“I will be with you as soon as I am finished here, Inuyasha,” Sesshoumaru told him, none of the amusement he felt showing on his face.
“That could take forever!” The hanyou exclaimed, fists clenched stubbornly at his side. “You’ve worked long enough. Now come on!”
The demon Lord didn’t budge, except to smile that small infuriating smile that made Inuyasha want to murder him.
“Get out, Inuyasha,” Sesshoumaru said bluntly. “Father and I have work to attend to.”
Inuyasha stormed out of the room then, but not before sticking his tongue out at his father.
He didn’t see the look exchanged by the two demons or the twinkle of merriment in his father’s eyes.
He also didn’t see Naraku, watching the exchange from the other end of the room with burning eyes.

By the time the two daiyoukai did come out, it was late in the day.
Inuyasha holed up in his room, deciding to punish his asshole sibling for keeping him waiting so long. It wasn’t like he, Inuyasha, had nothing better to do, after all.
Inu no Taisho left first, leaving Sesshoumaru to finish up whatever needed to be done with the paperwork.
“Father,” a slightly high pitched voice called out and Taisho turned, eyes resting on his second youngest, Naraku.
Inu no Taisho’s lip curled in disgust at the sight before him.
The boy wore his jet black hair up in curls this time, a shining new lip piercing added to the one already present. Loose, ill-fitting clothes hung on his too thin body as usual and Taisho had to make a real effort not to order him to change out of the ridiculous outfit.
“What is it?” Taisho asked coldly.
The piece of paper Naraku held in his hand crumpled but he still raised his nose in the air in a manner that did nothing to help the older man’s temper. Taisho often wondered where he’d gone wrong with this kid. Sesshoumaru was alright; at least he knew how to dress though his temper left something to be desired. Inuyasha and Kouga were good kids too. So what had happened to Naraku to turn him into this – this hippie punk who was throwing his life away?
Watching the expressions on his father’s face, Naraku opened his mouth, but then closed it again. He’d just wanted to tell Inu no Taisho he’d got a perfect score on his report card for the first time. It hadn’t been easy but he’d done it. Dammit, he’d made up his mind not to allow the man to get to him. He knew he wasn’t perfect like Sesshoumaru but…he’d tried and if only his father would look at him once without that raw judgement in his eyes that said he knew his son was a failure-
“Do not waste my time, Naraku,” Taisho said irritably, “If you have nothing to say to me, pray do not stand gaping in the hallway like an idiot in that…attire.
The demon Lord turned his back on the boy and continued on his way as before and he didn’t see how the younger boys lips thinned and how his face turned white with rage. He didn’t see his hands, with his carefully painted black nails clench at his side, didn’t see his lip tremble as he stood frozen, staring at his father’s retreating back.

“What?” Kouga asked his younger brother, when he saw the boy skulking around the house like a dark cloud. “Was it Inuyasha again?”
Naraku hissed at the name, as if even the sound of it was painful. “I have nothing to do with the brat,” he told Kouga. The second eldest was the only one who seemed to give a crap about him.
I bet Kouga would be the only one in this family to notice if one day, I ceased to exist.
The older brother’s lifestyle was not something he had any part in. Why would he want a whole bunch of mindless idiots around him all the time, laughing and snorting like pigs at nothing, whiling all their time away in meaningless parties all night, every night? He had better things to do with his time, like gain knowledge that was of real importance, that would someday make his father finally acknowledge that he was his son, someone worthy of his respect.
Besides, Kouga may have been kind but his friends certainly were not.
“Look whatever it is, it’s not as bad as you think,” Kouga murmured, running a hand through his hair.
“How do you know that, when you don’t even know what it is?” Naraku rounded on him angrily. “How do you just assume it’s something unimportant?”
Because I’ve seen this drama for since you were old enough to talk, Kouga wanted to say but he managed to keep his mouth closed.
“Look, just…whatever it is, don’t let it bother you, alright? Inuyasha’s just…he’s just a kid and-“
“Why?” Naraku demanded. “Why is he a kid? I’m just a few years older than he is, he’s old enough to know better than the childish antics he gets up to-“
“He doesn’t mean anyone any harm-“ Kouga tried.
“He does!” Naraku shouted. “He does immature, hurtful things and gets away with it just because he’s Taisho’s favourite-“
“I told you it’s not like that,” Kouga sighed. “He’s just-“
Naraku laughed, that half-hysterical laugh that Kouga had never liked. “Forget about it,” he said. “You just- just go back to your fabulous world of alcohol and half-naked women. I have some actual work to do here.”
“You can have the half-naked women if you want,” Kouga pointed out. “No one’s stopping you.”
Naraku turned away with a sneer like he always did. How was he to explain that no woman worth looking twice at would ever get half-naked for him unless he was paying her? And he had more self-respect than that.
“Just get out,” Naraku murmured irritably, pretending to sift through his books.
Kouga shrugged and opened the door. Then he paused and looked back. “Remember, if dad catches you with cigarettes in the house again-“
“Yes, yes I know, I still have the scars from last time,” Naraku said impatiently. “Now if Inuyasha had done that, he’d get a pat on the back from father.”
“Yeah but Inuyasha would never-“
Naraku tsked impatiently. “Of course not, because he’s perfect unlike us mortals. You don’t need to remind me.”
Kouga kept quiet, thinking it better not to aggravate his moody brother’s already bad temper.
Nimble fingers rearranged books on the desk in no particular order.
We look like a normal family, Naraku thought incredulously. To others, we really look like we’re a normal, loving adoring family.
Purple eyes were filled with shadows, that he hid brilliantly but which was visible from one moment to the next.
I wonder how people can be blind.
He could see the cracks in the family, all the small horrors, the tiny, unspeakable crimes committed by this perfect, perfect royal family. He could see how perfect Sesshoumaru was really so cruel and how perfect Inuyasha was just so fake and Kouga, with his shallow concern was as pathetic inside as he was and Inu no Taisho with his whores. The only sane, normal ones in this family were he and mother.
But the others didn’t see them. Sesshoumaru and Kouga and the General of the Inu youkai clan did not see them. Nobody saw. Only he did, only he knew how unacceptable things were right now and how badly they needed to be fixed.
He bent down and opened the creaky old cupboard below his desk and carefully brought out the bottle of bad alcohol.
With shaky fingers, he poured himself a glass and sat back in his old, worn out swivel chair that Inuyasha had once casually suggested he get rid of before it broke his back. The report card that had got crumpled in his hands in his agitation lay on the desk before him. He’d tried to carefully smooth out the creases but it would never be good as new.
Naraku closed his eyes and tried to remember a time when he’d been happy. Hanyou, of course didn’t have much to be happy about – his blue blooded family had reminded him of that enough number of times.
No. You are hanyou.
How many times had he heard that from Lady Tsukiko, from Sesshoumaru, from Taisho himself? They weren’t wrong; he was. It wasn’t their fault he was. It was just a way of life for hanyou.
But there had been moments; that rare occasion when he’d pleased Sesshoumaru and made him smile, when mother had been proud of him, when he’d been with Kikyou, when Inuyasha hadn’t been around to ruin his life.
It was all Inuyasha’s fault. Things had been fine until he came into their lives and then everything was falling apart; even his brothers were turning away, his elder brothers whom he could never touch. They were the perfect sons, meant to someday rule their father’s empire and he could never surpass them, he knew he couldn’t and he’d made his peace with that. Being an heir of the royal family demanded perfection he could never achieve, expectations that he could never fulfil no matter how hard he tried because he was hanyou-
But his youngest brother was hanyou too. His youngest brother who was meant to be as weak as he was, was meant to be an outcast just like him. But he wasn’t.
Naraku saw the way Sesshoumaru looked at him, saw the eldest’s cold glances that lasted a second too long, lingering touches that were too knowing to be merely brotherly, watched the youngest brother blush prettily, watched his fire burn brighter.
The glass he had been holding in his hand splintered in his grip, shattered into pieces; alcohol splashed across his books and notes.
Blood flowed in little rivulets down Naraku’s hands and his brothers’ faces swam before his eyes, his pretty, strong, vulnerable little brother, his cocky, confident, strong elder brother, his beautiful, deadly, invincible eldest brother.
They belonged with each other, could match each other’s strength and honour, and beauty-
Tears that had accumulated over the years escaped through the fissures breaking the young man apart.
They belonged with each other and he belonged nowhere.
Inuyasha belonged to Sesshoumaru and he, Naraku, belonged to no one.
Inu no Taisho wasn’t an idiot. It wasn’t possible he didn’t know what was going on between the eldest son and Inuyasha. Hell, it wasn’t even as though the two made much of an effort to hide it. Why – why was he allowing this – this disgusting tryst under his roof? At least he had had the decency to hide his shameful secret from the world; Inuyasha, with his crass, unthinking arrogance had gone right ahead and tried to take it.
Since he was born, Inuyasha had been stealing his things, stealing his place. He’d stolen father’s affection, he’d stolen his place in the family, he’d stolen his girlfriend; why couldn’t he let him have the one thing he’d wanted most in the world, the only thing that he’d wanted all his life?
Why can’t he just let me have Sesshoumaru-nii-sama?

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