You have brought this upon yourself

This is a pretty graphic. If you don't like rape or homosexuality, don't read. You've been warned.

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Long fingers fisted in white hair borrowing color from the twilight. Soft, sensitive dog-ears pressed against the aching skull in protest but the offender only smirked.

“You have brought this upon yourself…” the deep voice intoned into the flat ears.

“Bas-tard!” the younger man ground out between sharp teeth in frustration. He flexed his arms against the rope that bond them. Inuyasha winced at the sore, swelling flesh grinding against the braided hemp. His abs pressed painfully into a thick beam and forcing his body to bend forward slightly, each breath giving him alternate relief and pain from the sharp edge.

How did he end up like this? How did he find himself in Sesshomaro’s mercy? How the fuck was he going to get out of it?

“How the fuck did I bring this on myself, you fucken’ psycho!?” He spat in anger, gold orbs tearing up in pain as he tried to look back at his older brother through the corner of his eyes. The older man replied by yanking the Inuyasha’s head back further and licking up the column of the exposed throat. Inuyasha hissed, his flesh prickling beneath the wet heat of his brother’s organ.

The free hand of his elder brother snaked around the thin hips, untying the hakama with deft tugs.
This can’t be happening….

The fabric began to slip open—

No, fuck no…

It pooled at the hanyou’s feet, long pale legs standing out in the orange light that strained in from the dusty windows of the shack.

Oh, fuck! He wouldn’t!

His legs trembled unbidden as the elder brother’s claws dragged down the sensitive flesh. Answering welts tracking across white skin. The gi fell open without the hakama to keep it together. The planes of his chest glittering with a fine sheen of nervous sweat, nipples hardening to the sudden assault of the cold air. Inuyasha’s clawed toes scrabbled as he attempted to shift himself from his brother’s hands.

“Now, now. You didn’t ask permission…” Sesshomaru dragged the hanyou’s head back roughly. The gold eyes widened in surprise, mouth dropping open in a silent cry. “That’s better…”

The taller man took possession of the mouth; tongue delving into the depths and fondling the unwilling member. The younger man struggled against the meticulous ministrations, trying to turn his head but only managing to cut his lips on the sharp teeth. Blood filled the other man’s mouth and he suckled the lips like a babe, growling in pleasure.

“Such inferior blood…” he murmured against the shorter man’s lips, pressing his rapidly hardening erection against the pale ass.

“Fucking asshole!” The tears that had pooled from his throbbing lips and skull finally slipped down his cheeks. He was disgusted with the show of weakness. A demon didn’t cry! A demon fought and kept his pride intact. Where was his pride if he cried? “You’re one sick prick, you fucken’ pervert!”

“Tut-tut!” A hand slapped the firm cheeks Sesshomaru wanted to desperately to spread and master. He watched the skin gain a pink tinge, he contemplated the color and decided it would have to be darker. He forced his fingers into his younger brother’s mouth, amused when the hanyou bit down. “Ohh, you call that a bite?”

He cleared the gi from the younger man’s shoulder, sinking his teeth into the slick, salty tasting flesh. Blood dribbled from the lips locked on the wound and Inuyasha screamed, his brother’s fingers still lodged in his mouth. Sesshomaru jammed three digits down the open throat, lapping the blood from the injury as he felt the throat constrict around his fingers.

“Suck them.” Sesshomaru ordered as he pulled from the bite, breath rushing against the rapidly heating skin.

Inuyasha fought the gag reflex and bit again, pain radiating from the wound. A sharp slap on the ass made him jump. Blood seeped slowly from his brother’s fingers and he suckled without thinking.

“Good hanyou…use that tongue for something useful.” Sesshomaru felt the growl radiate from his younger brother in his fingers. He spanked the hanyou, watching the flesh begin to raise and glow further. It was obviously throbbing as he continued to strike the tender backside till the shorter man complied in earnest.

I wonder where he got the idea he could deny me? Sesshomaru wondered idly, watching his brother’s face color in shame. It amused and aroused him. Why it never occurred to him to do this before was beyond him. Then again, since that bitch showed up; Iunyasha had been cursed.

“If you want release, you will beg.” Sesshomaru informed his brother as he pulled his thickly coated fingers from Inuyasha’s mouth.

“The only thing I’d beg you to do is kill yourself, fucken’ ass!”

“You should broaden you vocabulary. I bore of the same insults.” Sesshomaru replied, sliding down the soft body till the plump, reddened rear was before him. He spread the cheeks wide with his dry hand, dipping his tongue around the virgin hole. His lubed hand dragged up to the erect cock of his younger brother, fingers teasing the sensitive slit.

“Fucken’ fag! Stop that, you sick fuck!” Inuyasha jerked forward, the board scraping splinters into his stomach. His brother paused, forcing his left leg to lift and kneel so his calf was forced against the wooden bar and tying it in place. Hurt shot up from the gouged flesh of his calf. He was exposed, vulnerable.

At his brother’s mercy.

His body jerked and twitched as conflicting emotions and sensations clashed inside him. Pleasure, disgust, disgrace, frustration, fury, humiliation, shock, indecision; they raged and swirled, making his head swim. The tongue slipped past the tight entrance and the hanyou jerked at his restraints. His wrists burned and chaffed, his weeping cock throbbed under the teasing finger. He didn’t want this.

He didn’t want this.

HE DIDN’T WANT THIS!

“Stop! FAG! PRICK! ASS MUNCHER!”

The hand stalled and the tongue retreated. Inuyasha sagged despite the twinge in his belly and dull pain in his arms and calf. If it stopped, he could think. If it stopped…

A sharp nail pressed at the hole and Inuyasha stiffened.

“Fight me and it hurts more…Relax little brother. You want this…no matter how much you deny it.” Sesshomaru purred and bit the ass cheeks as he forced the slightly seaman and spittle covered finger inside. “It should be wet enough.”

“NNGH!” Gold eyes flew open, teeth bared; the passage was breeched by the long digit. He felt his brother’s knuckles press against his ass, the wet tongue gliding over the still tender behind. “NO!”

“Hmm?” Sesshomaru sounded curious and withdrew the finger enough to add another. The passage was tight, gripping the fingers as he jammed them back inside. The heat was intense and he couldn’t help a malicious grin with his brother screamed in surprise.

The taller man started by rotating and scissoring his fingers, widening the hole as his younger brother jolted and wrenched in response. Gasps and pained moans were the only things that got passed the thin lips.

How much can the boy take before I bore of his cries? He pondered as he added a third, and then a fourth digit. He punished and bruised the ass cheeks as Inuyasha’s tight hole refused to allow the thumb. His free hand reached up and grabbed the soft locks that held the moon’s glow in their threads, yanking back to draw a pained shout.

“SHIT! RELEASE ME!”

“Amuse me.” Sesshomaru ordered smoothly, shoving his fist into the tense passage. His brother howled and his still firm cock bounced from his furious movements. Oh, it hurt but Inuyasha’s body didn’t break under the pain, but thrived. It was curious to Sesshomaru that his brother wasn’t giving up and taking the fisting and pleasure that he was deriving from his older brother.

Always so stubborn.

“Would you cry with father in you?” The taller man glanced at the katana and sheathe. He pumped his fist in and out, fascinated and aroused by how deep his arm passed into his brother. Blood was mixing with the fluids on his arm, the abused sphincter expanded too far for comfort.

“Don’t!” Inuyasha screamed, not understanding, but unwilling to find out. It was too much! His body couldn’t handle the strain! He was breaking! “PLEASE!”

Sesshomaru paused, a shiver of pleasure gliding down his skin. His brother had just begged him. Well, that deserves a reward.

He withdrew his fist slowly, fingers caressing the walls as he did, pressing his prostate and stimulating enough to drag a moan out of the younger man. Inuyasha groaned in relief as the hand slipped, gleaming with a coat body fluid. The demon cleaned his arm slowly, watching his brother sag against his bonds, whimpering almost inaudibly. A smile twisted over his mouth for a moment.

His brother was truly seductive in his weakness. Who wouldn’t want to top this creature? Who wouldn’t want to take advantage of the body so strong and yet, weak? Mastering him. Ah, to have him admit defeat.

He untied his brother and watched him drop to the floor, half curling into a ball. His wrists were bleeding and his leg had welts.

So delicious.

Sesshomaru stripped the shorter man of his gi, drinking in the sight of the shivering, glistening skin. Barely an ounce of fat on the lean body, muscles twitching as the boy watched him with slit gold eyes. Sesshomaru didn’t get all the way undressed. He merely freed his pulsing cock from his hakama, showing his dominance by remaining clothed. He waited, wondering if Inuyasha would try to run.

“Crawl to me.” He ordered, watching and wondering.

“Fuck…you….” InuYasha grated out, beginning to stand on all fours.

The punishment was immediate. A foot snapped out and smashed the hanyou across the face. The naked body crashed into the wall and groaned. He forced his body to rise, tasting blood in his mouth for the second time that night.

“Crawl to me.”

He heard the silky voice and shivered under the pressure of it. He felt torn. He wanted his brother’s attentions, but he didn’t understand how. He only hurt, only demanded and humiliated. No, he wouldn’t give in. “Fuck…YOU!”

Sesshomaru fisted his fingers into the shadow swallowing hair, dragging the hapless boy from the wall. He pulled the head until he could see the hurt twisted, beautiful face. The wound on his shoulder still oozed blood and the older brother jammed his nails into it. The reaction was instantaneous, Inuyasha screamed.

He dug inside the wound, watching the emotions morph and slide across the younger man’s face. He pulled out his fingers and his younger brother only remained up because of Sesshomaru’s grip on his hair.

“Why must you fight me?” he questioned, curious and excited. He liked Inuyasha fighting, loved him for it. Breaking him was half the fun. He dropped the shorter man, watching him fall onto his hands. “Lick it.”

There was no question what “it” was. Inuyasha turned his face up to glare at his brother through tears. Sesshomaru quirked a brow, observing. Inuyasha felt his face flame.

Of course he knows I’ll submit. It won’t end till I do…

The younger brother sat up, dragging his damp tongue along the shaft and lapping the fluid it had leaked. Sesshomaru hissed in surprise and pleasure. To see those gold eyes stare up at him from his cock was as sexy as what Inuyasha was doing to it. Nothing but tongue dragging over the skin, circling, petting and stroking; no lips or hands. There was only the licking as his older brother had ordered him.

“Suck the head.” Red lips circled the head, tongue lavishing the weeping slit. The taller man watched the younger man’s hand slide down towards his own erect cock. “Do not touch yourself.”

The shorter boy paused, eyes hardening.

“You were doing so well. I will attend to you if you ask nicely.” Sesshomaru’s matching gold eyes glittered in challenge. “Deep throat me now.”

The hanyou complied, his throat constricting around the thick organ and withdrawing, but never all the way down. Sesshomaru’s breathing quickened, feeling his balls tighten in pleasure. He held back from release, his mind dancing easily along the pleasure but never over it. He grabbed onto the soft ears, twisting them till his brother grimaced. He shoved the boy’s head all the way to the hilt, withdrawing to the tip of his head, then down again. He beat against the hanyou’s throat and growled in pleasure.

Inuyasha felt sick, his throat protesting the invasion. He wanted to throw up, to bite, to cry out but the large dick filled him. His hands fumbled, then clutched at his brother’s hakama desperately. He couldn’t handle it! Too much!

His nose buried into the downy pubic hair, throat convulsing around the shaft. He was suffocating, choking! What could be worse then choking on his older demon brother’s dick?

Sesshomaru pulled his cock out of his younger brother’s mouth, loving his gasping breaths and fire filled eyes.

“Lay on your back.”

“Wh—“ He coughed, clutching his throat before he regained his breath. His voice emerged weak and rasping. “What do you want from me, jackass?’

“You. On your back. Do not make me repeat myself again.” He warned in a dark voice, gold eyes flashing.
Inuyasha growled, looking defiant. Sesshomaru didn’t bother hiding his amusement, grinding his heel into the kneeling man’s wounded shoulder.

“GAHH!” His face twisted in pain and he fell onto his back, hands reaching up and clutching the bite. He should be fighting back! He should hurt his older brother like he was hurting him! “BASTARD!”

Sesshomaru didn’t waste time, forcing both of the long, pale legs to either side of the hanyou’s neck. He secured the calves by looping the rope around the back of his neck.

“Do not struggle or you will break your neck.” Sesshomaru warned with a growl, becoming impatient with his stubborn brother.

“Bastard! Rot in hell!” Inuyasha grit out in anger, eyes squeezed shut as his body shuddered from strain. His hands moved to grab the ropes to untie them, only to have his elder brother slashing his wrists in punishment.

“Accept a scolding from your brother.” Sesshomaru instructed, impaling his younger brother with his rigid cock. He didn’t bother to hold in the groan of pleasure, cock twitching in the warm, confining passage.

“NNGHAAA!” He threw his head back in surprise and pain. His movements jarred his legs and they pulled until it felt as if his tendons were tearing. His ass throbbed, trying to shit the aggressor out. His hands flew up and pressed against the gi weakly, trying to get his brother away.

Sesshomaru grabbed his wrists in one hand, pinning them over the hanyou’s head. His fingers dig into the fresh wounds, cajoling simpering cries from his victim. He stopped, buried to the hilt in the young ass and drinking in the vision framed by his colorless curtain of hair.

Inuyasha was sweating, flesh quaking as his breath plumed from his parted lips. His eyes were glassy with unshed tears and hurt, locking on the matching set belonging to the taller man. Twisted, bound, and submissive. The only way it could be better was if Sesshomaru was riding Inuyasha like the bitch he was.

“Damn—You!” Inuyasha growled, breaking the spell.

“Kiss me.” Sesshomaru commanded as his free hand began to stroke his younger brother’s straining, begging erection. The hanyou gasped in shock, eyes wide as his brother matched the fondling to his pounding pace, driving into the prostate with a vengeance.

Their mouths slanted together, eyes closed as they feasted upon each. Pleasure and pain melded into one for the shorter boy, confusing and enticing. He needed his brother, just like his brother needed him. This authoritative attitude, but unlike that bitch Kagome, Sesshomaru had the power to back it up without magic. It was intoxicating.

Their tongues danced, bodies rocking. Sesshomaru let go of his hands and slammed onto the floor for support. Inuyasha’s hands dove into the soft hair, massaging and pulling.

Their moans crushed together, breath mingling, bodies colliding and driving each other over that edge. They slipped over and they broke apart as they howled with their release.

Semen splashed over the legs and muscular planes of his chest.

Sesshomaru pumped everything he had into his younger brother, back arched as his body sang with pleasure.

His cock was slowly softening as he slid it from the abused hole. He watched in satisfaction as his cum, mingled with blood, dribbled from the sore sphincter and down the crack. Inuyasha barely reacted when he played in the loaded ass for a moment, enjoying the aftershocks.

“Happy, fucker?” his brother always knew how to ruin the mood.

“You bring this on yourself.” He replied, kissing his brother as he untied the lean legs. Next time, the taller man thought, I will make him prepare himself.