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Spiel Mit Mir	By : botticelliangel Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 15038 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Greetings all! This story is a rewrite from one that I lost due to multiple computer crashes (cries).
This version, like the first, has poly-amours relationships for Sesshomaru and Inuyasha. However the main focus is on the brothers' relationship with each other (yay! Inucest!). So you will see scenes of heterosexual behavior, and all of those scenes serve to explain something in Inuyasha and Sesshomaru's relationship.
Enjoy!

Under the navel in the branches
Already awaits a white dream
Little brother, come hold tight
And shake the leaves of the tree for me
Rammstein: Spiel Mit Mir

“Come here little brother.” His voice was muted by the darkness, but his golden eyes glowed refracting what little light there was in the room. It was unusual for him to be here. He wasn’t sure why he came until he saw her sickly and struggling to breath for the last moments of her life. She thought he was his father when he came. She begged him to take Inuyasha and to protect him.
Then Izayoi cried at the sight of Sesshomaru’s latest horrific wound, a deep gash that tore his pectoral muscle almost clean from its clinging spot on his right clavicle. In her death throes she imagined it was the same wound that laid low her precious mate, the father of her tiny son.
Sesshomaru did not say anything to dissuade or confirm her delusions. He simply sat on a stool next to the dying woman’s bedroll and watched her life extinguish as his body hurriedly tried to pull back together.
It wasn’t safe to be here.
The little boy, his sullied little brother dropped his toys to the floor and ran towards him. Inuyasha grinned, a toothy smile radiating up to him. Inuyasha didn’t know him yet. He certainly didn’t know what to make of all the crimson blood weighing down the silk of Sesshomaru’s sleeve. The half breed only said something when Sesshomaru first stepped, rather tiredly, into the home. Inuyasha had the stupidity to ask him if his “ouchie” hurt.
Sesshomaru had designed to ignore the child.
“Sesshomaru, why’s mommy sleeping all the time?” Inuyasha squirmed to be held as he asked his older brother. Sesshomaru did not hold the boy. He didn’t know how someone could be ignorant of death. So in silence Sesshomaru waited as Inuyasha climbed his way up onto his lap and hugged him. His chubby baby fingers looked grotesque with the thick claw tips that took the place of his nails. He was a human and an animal, a hybridization of something deific and a churl. Inuyasha shoved his thumb in his mouth turning his little head towards Sesshomaru’s body. Sesshomaru didn’t allow this and lifted him up favoring his uninjured side. Silver hair slid across his face.
“Your mother is dead Inuyasha.”
“What is dead?”
Sesshomaru couldn’t think of an appropriate response. He didn’t ever think to describe death before. He didn’t think he’d ever have to speak to this ignominious child, this shameful reminder of a forbidden union. He had only seen the boy less than a dozen times in his short life, but apparently it was enough for the weakened instincts of a half breed to imprint him as family.
Sesshomaru stood up and dropped Inuyasha on the floor. He fell in an ungraceful matter that made a thud against the wooden floor of the small house he was forced to live in with his mother, because other humans were smart enough to shun them too.
“It means you are alone now.”

*Spiel Mit Mir*

Sesshomaru opened his eyes to a clouded sky and rain drops pecking his face. He dreamed of memories, and memories bothered him. It wasn’t like him to think of those times. He was the kind of person who was occupied with the here and now. It was juvenile to project the future, and worse to ruminate on the past.
He didn’t understand why he was ruminating, but his mind was acting as if it was untrained. He thought of Inuyasha. It was such a short time between when he initially abandoned his little brother and when he took Inuyasha under his care for the years that it took him to learn to fight.
Inuyasha was good at fighting, so that time hadn’t been very long.
After that, Sesshomaru kept his promises, Inuyasha was alone. Until the foul bastard Naraku came into power he had only seen Inuyasha once. And that was to go to the Sacred Tree to see if he really was sealed under a spell.
He was pulled back into the present. In the distance he could hear thunder. And from his right running exuberantly towards him was the scent of chrysanthemums. He felt her body crash into his. He remained unmoving, but the girl toppled herself over giggling as she landed in his lap.
“Sesshomaru-sama! It’s raining.”
Sesshomaru examined the girl in his lap. She was still laughing trying to hide it by covering her face with her pretty small hands. Her skin wasn’t pale like his. She spent so much time in the open sun that her skin was tanned. Her delicate black hair had grown a lot since they met and now reached the small of her back when she was standing. Right now it was splayed all about her tangling and painting wavy black lines on his white pants. He didn’t think she was going to get any taller than her petite size. She was short even compared to other girls of her age.
He still had her dress as if she was a child to protect her from the very adult world that might see her as the beginning of his disastrous fall. Little did they know he was already embedded into the brown dirt of the world: It was as if his lungs were filled with dirt, and every cavity of his body filled with earthworms and beetles.
“Rin, you are too old to be carelessly running around.” Sesshomaru whispered scooping her up so that she was sitting more secured on his lap. Her yukata rode up her toned thighs and he held onto her waist so that her pelvis was pressed tight against his.
Rin flushed and Sesshomaru wasn’t sure if it was because she was embarrassed about being scolded, or because she knew intuitively that there was something extremely sexual about sitting in his lap. He held her like that for a while; closing his eyes to listen to the sound of her breath, breathing in deep to smell her body waking up to becoming a woman, and feeling her cheek against his as she looked down the thin space between them.
“Sesshomaru.” She whispered his name squirming to rock herself over his pelvis. Sesshomaru groaned and grabbed onto the girl’s firm bottom helping her with the motion. He loved being between her legs. It was addicting, and they hadn’t even had sex yet. Sesshomaru was pretending he was content with keeping it at this wonderful grinding, because he didn’t know if she even understood this. He had never explained anything. It made her unbiased when he touched her. He wanted her to discover and become aware of all of this on her own. She was a very resourceful student there. She was breathing hard and making very small arousing sounds that he liked very much.
Somewhere in the middle of enjoying the present, of pushing Rin back onto the ground so he could grind against her wet sex at his own pace his mind wandered from its own creed and delved into the world of the past.
Rin was the same age Inuyasha was back in those days, although Inuyasha grew slower, and that made him look about half of sixteen. Wasn’t it funny that Rin didn’t look her age either? Rin made a noise of disappointment when Sesshomaru pulled back unhappy with his contemplations.
It had been like this since Rin started showing interest in this aspect of life. At first it was a trickle of annoyance, now it was a show stopper.
Sesshomaru didn’t believe that things happened without reason. The reason could be against will, but it was always reason. Therefore Sesshomaru was stuck thinking there was a reason why his pleasure was always interrupted by thoughts of his little brother. To anyone else they would be thoughts of guilt, but Sesshomaru convinced himself that he didn’t feel grief.
And there was reason. He abandoned Inuyasha because Inuyasha did not need his protection. It was bad enough that he had to protect the brat anyways. That should have been the job of his human family, not his burden.
Sesshomaru’s mother had been the one who chided him into going back and carrying Inuyasha under his wing for nearly ten years.
Now it bothered him that he hadn’t kept Inuyasha longer. He wondered if errant thoughts about what could have happened to him counted as guilt. The only time he thought those things was after worrying for Rin.
“Sesshomaru, I feel sad.” Rin said still laying in the wet grass knees up and legs spread. It was hard to tell through the rain, but he thought she was crying. It made him uncomfortable.
She was reflecting his true emotions; the ones he tried over and over again to convince himself he didn’t have. He looked to the sky feeling the full force of the rain on his eyelashes, dripping into the valley of his closed lips.
He examined his options in his head. The first option was to get rid of Rin: he didn’t like it, and he was certain this… strange… disruption in his pleasurable attempts would happen regardless of who he was with. The second option was to find Inuyasha and deduce what if anything his active self had to do with Sesshomaru’s current predicament.
Besides, humans were inconsolably fragile. The thought of leaving Rin alone to die made him uneasy. It was downright unacceptable in fact. Now that he knew what he knew… now that he knew he would become weaker without her, it was in his best interests to keep her safe and by his side.
“Sesshomaru.” She said his name again, this time a little louder as if she had said it before and he hadn’t heard it. Leaning over so that she was pressed into the ground he grabbed her ear with his teeth and gently sucked on the lobe. The taste of her skin was neutral, but up closer he could smell the slight tang of sweat through her sweet smelling soaps. “You don’t have to if you don’t want.” She gasped out underneath him. He ignored her for a moment pulling up her yukata and gently running his claws along the inside of her thighs. She shivered under him.
“I want to.” Sesshomaru countered.
“Because of what Bokusenoh said? Or because you desire this?” Rin asked sounding more adult. She really only sounded like an adult around him. She knew to act young around others. She knew youth was protection.
Sesshomaru pulled the length of his fingers up her wet slit, and she closed her eyes with a delicious little sound emanating from her parted lips. He leaned over and took those parted lips with his. He kissed her and felt aroused. He kissed her and tried to make her feel heaven, before he fell out of the clouds.
He kept his fingers gliding lightly. He allowed his thumb to press against her virgin opening the pad of his finger slipping on her wetness. When she responded with her weak little human instincts, which only seemed significant in sex, she pushed up her hips forcing the flat part of Sesshomaru’s thumb to prod her just a little more.
His cock was hard and weeping for attention when she grabbed onto fistfuls of his clothing with one hand and spread the petals of her flower with her other hand. He scraped his claws around her pink pearl, and then over it in gentle swipes.
She cried out his name and Sesshomaru lost the feeling of her among memories.
Rin shuddered under him. He could feel her blood throbbing in the skin between her legs. At some point she grabbed onto his arm as if he was a branch in a river and she was stuck in the currents.
All he could think of was Inuyasha.
It bothered him.
Lowering himself onto the ground beside Rin, Sesshomaru kept his face turned towards her hair. He closed his eyes listening this time as her breath evened, as her clothes rustled and she moved to the side to embrace him. His body still felt the rushing need of sex, but the fire was drenched in the essence of his brother.
“You are bothered.” She whispered in the closeness of them. Her nose touched the tip of his. He could feel her breath on his face.
“I need to go see Inuyasha.” Sesshomaru finally decided. “Jakin is waiting by the lake, go tell him that you are both to go back to the castle and wait.”
Sesshomaru unstuck himself from the ground and from Rin’s side. She was a little disheveled and was less graceful in removing herself from lying on the ground, but it didn’t matter. Nothing could be done. Nothing would be right until he worked this out, and he didn’t even know what it was he needed to work out.
He walked in the direction of the tiny village he knew his brother lived in and spent the moments contemplating what mysteries he might find.
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