Past Lives, Current Conflictions

Title: Past Lives, Current Conflictions

Author: Demitria Miriam

Pairing: Sesshomaru x Inuyasha (past and present)

Rating: R

Disclaimer: I don’t own Inuyasha nor do I make any money off this piece of fiction.

Notes: This story takes place in the “present.” Sesshomaru, Inuyasha and their father are the ONLY ones that have their “past memories;” InuTaishou’s the only one that knows this to its full extent. This story is about Sesshomaru and Inuyasha learning of their past lives, and dealing with the current conflictions that their “old selves” cause, as well as their unresolved feelings for each other. This takes place after the “original” Kagome’s (that we all know from the anime and manga’s) time; meaning, she as well has been reincarnated, named appropriately (because it’s easier using the original characters than making up new ones just to confuse you), but does NOT have the memories of her past self. Why? Because I said so! Same goes for any other familiar names/characters, unless stated otherwise.

Summary: It’s present day, and Sesshomaru and Inuyasha have been reincarnated. Not “remembering” their past lives wasn’t a problem... at least, not until their past selves dubbed it the right time to come out and play. With each other, that is. AU. Inusesst.

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Chapter 1: Rude Awakenings

Soft, clawed hands ran lightly down his back as he arched into the very willing body beneath him. A moan of absolute completion came from the one below, those hands coming to either side of his face, pulling him down to meet large golden eyes, eerily similar to his own. Something sparked between the two gazes and immediately he brought the full lips of his lover’s up to meet his. Bliss. Absolute bliss was felt by both participants as they felt the other’s very soul through their connected mouths.

A warm tongue sneaked a lick at the alpha’s lips teasingly, causing his mouth to open on instinct, as they battled each other in a different way than how they normally did. A finely clawed, and very deadly when dripping with its poison, hand came to pet the beta’s hair, effectively caressing a downy ear at the top, a low, pleased murmur replying to the touch...

A white, downy ear... large golden eyes...

Takahashi Sesshomaru shot up in bed, his face drenched in sweat, the smell of painful and unsatisfied arousal hovering about his room like potent miasma and a look on his face that would have definitely been one for the books.

What was that? Sesshomaru wondered, wiping the condensation that had gathered on his brow away with his forearm. The hand then automatically went to massage behind his ear. This action was more out of self-comforting, rather than to scratch an actual itch, not that he’d ever admit that to anyone.

Still rubbing the shell of his ear (cause really, it itched!) he suddenly had the feeling of déjà vu. That’s right... He had had similar dreams before, they had come sporadically since he was sixteen or so, and none of those had been nearly as detailed and vivid as this one, which seemed to want to imprint itself into the inu youkai’s memory for all eternity.

Sesshomaru looked at his alarm clock; 6:00am.

Damn it. He had awoken a full thirty minutes before he wanted to and all thanks to some weird, creepy dream... rather, nightmare. But how could it be a nightmare when all he felt was absolute pleasure and blissful contentment?

A white, downy ear... large golden eyes...

Ah. That was why.

It was because the one that had been beneath him in his dream – nightmare - had been his little brother.

Inuyasha...

Speaking of said irritant, today was the 13th, the mutt’s birthday; Inuyasha was officially 18 years old, an adult in today’s society.

Sesshomaru remembered when he had had his Coming of Age party; there were lots of guests (who brought gifts), lots of food for the guests (that brought gifts) and lots of tables for the guests (that brought gifts) so they could eat the free food (as they watched him open their gifts). But aside from that it wasn’t all too memorable. At least, five years later, it didn’t seem all that memorable…

Not being able to keep a yawn in, Sesshomaru fell back against his mattress, his body still warm from his dream – nightmare - and sleep. He pulled a hand through his shoulder-length locks, untangling the ends with a frown upon his face as a picture flashed through his mind of a pre-orgasm Inuyasha. Damn it, there was absolutely no way he could go back to bed now.

Grumbling, Sesshomaru pulled himself up, walking rather awkwardly to his closet and grabbing his outfit for the day.

Dragging himself toward the bathroom, the young inu youkai heard footsteps approaching from behind him. He cursed himself for not having smelled him in the first place, putting all the blame on his senses which seemed to be out of whack due to his brain being in shock and his body highly aroused. He was more than fairly certain that the person behind him could already smell that particular fact for themselves.

“Sesshomaru? You’re up awfully early, aren’t you?” came the deep, lighthearted voice from behind the one in question.

Before turning around to properly acknowledge the great demon behind him, Sesshomaru squeezed his eyes (and thighs) together, mentally chanting a mantra he’d used since he was sixteen when being caught before a much needed shower.

Erection, go away. Erection, go away. Erection, go away.

“Father,” Sesshomaru finally greeted aloud before spinning around. “It’s only 6:10 or so in the morning, I’d hardly call being up twenty minutes earlier than usual early.”

InuTaishou rubbed his chin, as if in deep, speculative thought. Sesshomaru scowled, knowing how flighty his father could be at times.

“Yes, I suppose you’re right. Well, don’t let me keep you from your morning... rituals,” the elder said, smiling. “Oh, and don’t forget to wake your brother up.” And with that, InuTaishou vanished downstairs to watch the morning news and start in on breakfast, which, to him, was coffee and toast; a notion neither of his sons shared with him.

Huh. The old dog was acting particularly strange today (as opposed to every other day)... Could it have something to do with it being Inuyasha’s birthday? More than likely that was the answer. If there was any indication to such a thought, the answer could always be found in his father’s huge smile and sparkly eyes; he was a lot more devious than most people (alright, everyone) gave him credit for.

Shaking his head, Sesshomaru walked into the bathing room, relieved himself and then turned the shower on. Stepping under one of the three spouts their shower contained, he finally felt the tense muscles in his shoulders and stomach relaxed under the hot streaming water. Ah... finally he felt at least a little sense of peace, his limbs feeling relieved and his mind at ease. Until, that is, he realized his body was becoming aroused again.

Damn it, and after all of that mantra crap he’d been repeating in his head while speaking with his father! A complete waste!

A flash of someone with white hair, downy fur ears and large golden eyes arching backwards, as legs tangled even more tightly around his hips, moaning his name as they rode him... That image took what little sanity and contentment he had tried to gather together away.

Sesshomaru groaned in agitation (and maybe a little in lust at the submissive image). Damn that filthy hanyou and his filthy hanyou ways of trickery, trying to ruin even his dreams – nightmares - now instead of just his daily life! Groaning again in what had to be the pinnacle of disgust, he used all of his willpower and strength to ease his hand away from his throbbing appendage.

And failed, quite miserably.

It was wrong, so wrong to think of his brother, his little, hanyou, half-brother like that; as a sex object. It was even worse to think of said little half-brother as not only a sex object but as a lover, an equal partner in whatever relationship his morbid dreams had conjured up for them to be in. He truly believed that he was either going stark raving mad, or someone truly hated him in the Heavens.

Surely something like this must be against some kind of law? Well, it was with ningens. Humans were so uptight about such things, but then again, they had good reason to be. If they were to interbreed with their own immediate family members the child created would inevitably be some atrocity. However, in the youkai world, demons could mate with their siblings and have no worries of the sort. Whereas human genes needed to be spread apart, demon genes were more powerful when put together with one of the same blood. But that wasn’t the case here. Inuyasha was a boy, a male. And males couldn’t have children.

Wait a minute, what was he originally thinking about? Babies... genes... someone hating him... his little brother being his lover...

Oh, there it was; his original train of disgusting and, ashamedly arousing, thought.

Absolute revulsion filled the back of Sesshomaru’s throat, bile rising at the haunting images he was forced to witness over and over again in his memory.

Thankfully, his hatred for what Inuyasha stood for was so strong that his willpower won out against his lust, and his member softened.

He would never touch that filthy half-breed. And a dream would make no difference because one day, he would be rid of him, if not in the literal sense, then in some other way.


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The day had started out like any other day for Takahashi Inuyasha; he woke up to the shrill and very annoying sound of his alarm that was rapidly blinking 6:37am, slapped it across the room (which effectively silenced the damn thing) yawned, scratched himself, yawned again and then slumped back down into his very own warm cocoon of comforter and blankets, burying himself further under his pillows.

Damn his psycho father for setting his alarm on a friggin’ holiday!

Just as he was snuggling back into the warmth of covers and sleep his father’s backup alarm made its very annoying presence known.

“Get up, you worthless half-breed,” came a deep, commanding voice from the doorway.

“chkofspidhlemmph,” was Inuyasha’s grumbled response. Which could be translated to, “Fuck off, you stupid bastard, I’m sleeping.”

Suddenly Inuyasha was thrown from his bed, the mattress having been lifted up from the opposite end, effectively throwing his cotton-clad ass onto the cold wooden floor.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Inuyasha yelled out, trying to dig his way through all the comforters and sheets he liked sleeping in. Once he made it to the surface, a prone and quite infuriating figure appeared in his line of vision. The bastard seemed just as happy to see him as he did the other.

“I won’t tell you again,” came that gratingly emotionless voice. “And you should really clean yourself more than once a month, mutt; you absolutely reek of dirt and arousal.”

“Go to hell, Sesshomaru!” Inuyasha roared at his older brother’s retreating back, blushing furiously, though he wasn’t quite sure why as of yet. “Damn asshole, I wish you’d just-” But whatever the hanyou was going to mumble to himself fell right out of his mouth as Sesshomaru paused, turned around, and leveled him with a look that Inuyasha had never seen before; a look ranging from uncontrolled rage, uncertainty - and... was that a hint of fear? - playing throughout his usually emotionless golden orbs.

“Stay away from me today, mutt,” was the only thing said. The next blink of eyes and the youkai had completely disappeared.

“God, what the hell is his problem?” Inuyasha grumbled. “Stupid bastard.”

Dispelling all thoughts of his arrogant, assholish brother, the hanyou tumbled toward his dresser, tugging at an already half open drawer and snatching a pair of jeans out, as well as clean boxers and socks. Now... for a shirt.

He looked around the room, his shirts, among other things, scattered throughout the vicinity, all, more than likely, already having been worn at some point in time.

“Uhhh...” Inuyasha thought, scratching behind his twitching ear. He picked one up, giving it a cursory sniff before quickly throwing the shirt to the other side of the room after having smelt how soggy it was with day old sweat. “Oh, gross!”

Looking around with a pinched expression, he finally found a suitable shirt that smelled fairly clean and sweat free. With that done, he dragged himself to the other side of the hallway (which was a long, long way for him in his sleep induced state) to use the bathroom and then shower before breakfast was ready.

Inuyasha made it a point to take his own sweet time in the shower because he really, really didn’t want to face Sesshomaru after having been reminded by said bastard of his morning erection. And it didn’t help matters that his hand was now unconsciously making its way to grab hold of his nether regions which was thick with need and anticipating release.


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Breakfast, Inuyasha instantly decided fifteen minutes after his shower, was deceptively thick with something akin to anxiety or… some other word that meant everyone was highly uncomfortable within such close proximity to each other. He felt as if his father was in another world all his own (just one look at his happily smiling face and that flighty attitude would make anyone uncomfortable), and Sesshomaru...

For some reason, Sesshomaru was taking extra care to be as far away from him as demonly possible.

Did he smell?

Trying not to draw attention to himself, Inuyasha lifted his arm up a bit, and none to subtlety gave himself a hasty sniff. No, he just took a shower! He smelled like mangos and pineapple (a very manly mixture of fruit if he did say so himself) so that couldn’t be it... but what reason could his brother possibly have to...

And then it dawned on the clueless hanyou.

Oh shit! What if that jerk-off heard him in the shower! What if... What if Sesshomaru heard him... jerking off?!

“Alright boys, I’m off to work. Clean the dishes before you leave for school,” InuTaishou told his sons.

“Father, it’s Friday. We don’t have school because it’s summer holiday,” Sesshomaru informed their scatterbrained parental.

“Oh yes, it is, isn’t it? Oh! Which reminds me,” InuTaishou declared, walking around the table and over to Inuyasha. Strong arms immediately encircled the smaller male. “Happy birthday, my boy!”

“D-Daaad!” Inuyasha sputtered, arms flailing about.

“What? Can’t a father give his youngest son a birthday hug?”

“B-Birthday!”

“Yes, you moron. Today is the 13th, your birthday,” Sesshomaru retorted from the other side of the room as he refilled his glass with water. And then added a mumbled, “How fitting, for your birthday to be celebrated on a Friday; if that’s not a sign of your impending doom I don’t know what is.”

“Shut up!” Inuyasha screeched at his brother.

“Not to mention, your 18th birthday at that!” InuTaishou sing-songed. “Don’t tell me you completely forgot!” The boy’s father looked practically scandalized at this revelation.

“Well, I’ve had other stuff occupying my mind!” Inuyasha defended.

“Like jerking off in the shower this morning,” Sesshomaru shot testily.

Inuyasha instantly colored a very becoming shade of red.

Leave it to that bastard Sesshomaru to ruin the moment!

“Not to mention all this past week,” came his father’s two cents, rubbing his chin and looking toward the ceiling as if this thought took a while to process.

Never mind, leave it to his father to ruin the moment!

Inuyasha, ironically, choked on the sausage he had been trying to stuff in his mouth as a way to not have to reply to Sesshomaru’s comment, which was conveniently helping him with not having to reply to both of their comments now as he was too busy with hacking up the misplaced piece of meat from his throat like a cat lacerating a fur ball.

However, something like this could simply not be replied to, even if it was one of those more embarrassing topics of choice.

And the one thing that came to Inuyasha’s mind in defense was, “I- I was cleaning it- and- and it just went off!”

The next thing heard was an uproarious laughter bellowing through the walls of the Takahashi household from both father and older brother.

About ten minutes passed and the laughter finally died down to a few snickers every now and then (mostly from Sesshomaru).

“Well, I must be off. Happy birthday, Inuyasha! Have fun today but be home by 6:00pm! Your brother and I want to celebrate this momentous occasion with you as well!”

“Want to bet on that, Father?”

“Oh, don’t listen to Sesshomaru, he’s just sour that you don’t have to have a formal ceremony like he did at your age!” InuTaishou laughed. This statement instantly caught both of his son’s attentions.

“Nani! Why doesn’t he have to-”

“I don’t? That’s great!”

“Oh my, it’s already that late?” InuTaishou stated as he looked at his watch which conveniently showed him that he would be late for work in precisely 60 minutes. Even though he could make it in fifteen. “Well, I better be off-”

“Father!”

“Dad, wait!”

“Sesshomaru,” came a very serious tone, one which neither boy was used to hearing their father use very often, causing them both to cease and desist. “Walk your old man to the car, would you?”

“Of course, Father.”

“And Inuyasha?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“Have fun today.”

“I will, Dad. Thanks.”


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“Father, why-”

“Heat.”

“What? Turn your AC on if it’s so hot,” Sesshomaru replied.

InuTaishou shook his head. Sometimes his eldest son really could be an idiot.

“No, the reason Inuyasha won’t be having a formal ceremony, at least not for a while, is because he’ll be going into his first heat soon.”

Sesshomaru remained completely silent.

“Yes, I know what you’re thinking. You didn’t have your heat around that time, but you should know that, like humans, many demons have different times of maturity. Inuyasha’s, in this case, is right on schedule.”

“But-”

“I expect you to remember the first stages of heat, Sesshomaru. I also expect you to inform your little brother of them. I don’t want him to leave the house today if you can help it. Lord knows what kind of trouble he could get into.”

“But you said-”

“Well, you’re the known bad guy around here, why would I wish to steal that title away from you?” InuTaishou grinned at Sesshomaru’s unbelieving face. “If it comes to it, which it probably will, you’ll have to help him out. We all know you didn’t need help in that area during your heat. But Inuyasha’s bashful, so he would try to execute it by himself, not even thinking of seeking help from his friends. So do your old man a favor, and help your little brother out this week.”

And with that InuTaishou backed the car out of the garage and drove off.

He was suppose to... help Inuyasha out? What was that suppose to mean?

When he went through his first heat he spent loads of time in either the bathroom or his room, jerking off repeatedly, or had kept company with a red-eyed beauty that he had gone through high school with. He was able to take care of himself because he was a full demon... but Inuyasha, however, wouldn’t be able to satisfy his demon blood with mere self-induced wanking. No, he’d have to have someone to-

And that’s when it hit Sesshomaru. Hard in the head.

HIS FATHER WANTED HIM TO WHAT?!


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Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed this chapter!