My Boyfriend's Brother

Sesshomaru carried Inuyasha to the bedroom he shared with Kagome. Yuki rushed to remove the bed warmer and turn back the covers. She stood back and to let her lord and master lay his younger brother on the bed. She had prepared a separate room for the younger master and the Kitsune fox cub. If Inuyasha-sama is going to sleep here, where is my mistress going to sleep?

Her cheeks flushed, remembering the morning she had hurried into the bedroom without announcing herself to wake her master. A dispute between two retainers had come to blows and needed to be stopped before one of them was killed. She walked around the foot of the bed to her master’s side. It was then she noticed that there were three adult bodies in the bed instead of two.

Her mistress lay in the centre of the bed between her lord and master and his younger brother, the half-demon, Inuyasha-sama. It was not hard to imagine what had gone on between them the night before. A faint odour still lingered on the air. Her eyes went wide. She knew the clever thing to do would be to flee and deny all knowledge about the incident later, if asked, but she could not move. She stood transfixed by the beauty of their bodies, entangled, in sleep.

Sesshomaru was turned away from her, long, silken hair spread over the sheets and falling off the edge of the bed. His arm rested across Kagome’s body under the sheet. One of her arms was wrapped around it, holding it there. She tried not to stare at the stub of his left arm pressed against her mistress’s upper arm. She had expected it to be gnarled and ugly but the skin around the stub was smooth and tinged pink.

The sheet covered his groin and legs, leaving only his muscular back and the top of his buttocks bare. She could not see much of his face or his upper chest from this angle, but his waist was narrow and his abdominal muscles well defined. Magenta stripes on the smooth skin below his waist curved downwards and disappeared beneath the sheet. She felt a stab of disappointment, wanting to know how far down the markings went, but conceded that not knowing what her master’s genitalia looked like would certainly make any future interaction with him easier.

Her mistress had procured most of the bedclothes as usual. The sheet was pulled up to her chest, leaving one breast and her shoulders bare. Her other arm was stretched out, small hand enveloped by Inuyasha’s larger hand. Her eyes lingered on her mistress’s pretty face, then on her delicate, rounded shoulders and the exposed creamy, white breast with its dark, pink nipple.

Looking at her soft beauty made her wish for lush curves, not the square-shouldered, lithe, muscular frame she had been given. She looked down at her own modest breasts covered by the cloth of her simple kimono. Her face flushed. Then she folded her arms in front of them. She looked at her mistress’s face again. But if I were beautiful and delicate like you, as an orphan, I would never have survived as long as I did… Her gaze drifted over to Inuyasha.

Her master’s younger brother was naked as the day he was born, lying on his side, knees bent slightly. The sheet was tangled around his lower legs and feet as if he had kicked it off, like a child would in the night. His untidy white hair was spread over the pillow and on the sheet behind him. It mingled with Kagome’s dark tresses because his head was resting by her shoulder. One pink-lined, white dog ear was turned upward. For once his scowling face was serene. His lips were slightly parted and long, dark lashes shadowed his cheeks. He was almost as beautiful as her master.

One arm was thrown towards the edge of the bed, as if he had tried to turn in bed but had been hindered by his hand around her mistress’s. It had the effect of displaying his lean, but muscular upper body to its best advantage. She was surprised to note that he had a fluffy, white tail, growing out his back just above the swell of his tight buttocks.

Her curious gaze travelled downwards, over his muscular abdomen, lean hips and beyond to look pointedly at his groin. His penis was slightly erect, rising from a nest of white curls to rest against his inner thigh. His testicles were covered in that same unruly, white hair. Her blush deepened, though it was not the first time she had seen male genitalia. She had been fighting off lewd male advances from a tender age.

It looks so harmless, just useless flesh between his legs… She looked at his sleeping face again. He looks so sweet. It’s hard to believe he’s a warrior, but he’s a half-breed; I bet he’s been fighting all his life... It’s funny, but men who’ve looked as innocent as you, have done or said the worst things to me… She looked at the face of her master and then her mistress. It must feel so good to have not one, but two beautiful males to love you…She looked back to Inuyasha again, irresistibly drawn by the lure of vulnerable, naked flesh.

The upturned dog ear twitched. He made a small sound in his throat and she had almost cried out in alarm. He lay still and she remembered how to breathe. She took one last look at the scene before her. Then she slipped away quietly, not seeing the flash of gold beneath her master’s long, silver lashes. Thankfully, the retainers called a truce when first blood was struck, so his presence was not needed after all.

She did not question her master’s actions often, not since the day he had saved her from a group of human males from her village. It had happened about a year after the death of her mother from illness. She had remained living in the village to be near her dwindling number of friends and the few members of her mother’s family who would acknowledge her, despite the overt hatred and suspicion of most of the inhabitants. Even if home is not always a pleasant place to be, sometimes the alternatives are no better. At least until that day…

They attacked her home, forcing her to flee out the back door and over the rooftops. They chased her far from the village. When she could run no further she was forced to stand and fight. Her father had been a cat demon so she was stronger than any human female of her size, but there was just too many of them.

When she was bloodied and beaten and too tired to fight anymore, they wrestled her to the ground and tore away her clothing. She struggled anew but it was futile. They were too strong. Her face and body were pummelled repeatedly with fists. A vicious set of teeth bit down on a tender nipple, drawing blood, causing her to cry out in pain. She stopped struggling and instead put her efforts into keeping her thighs squeezed together.

Again her efforts were in vain. Her legs were violently wrenched apart and she stared in horror at the face of the man who was about to violate her dry, tight passage. They had played together as children before he knew or cared what a half-demon was, before feelings of friendship had been twisted into unfounded hate. He would be her first man.

Hot, silent tears of rage and deep sorrow streamed down her cheeks. He grabbed a handful of her hair, almost crushing one black, velvet, cat ear in his eagerness. She gasped in pain and a foul tongue was thrust between her lips and into her mouth. His other hand struggled to free his erection from the confines of his clothing.

She was about to bite down on that intrusive organ, the consequences be damned, when her attacker was torn off her body. She heard him hit a tree on the other side of the clearing with a sickening thud and she knew he was dead before his body slid to the ground.

He dispatched the rest of her attackers easily, as they ran at him, hungry for death. Afterwards he feasted on their flesh. She curled into a ball and lay naked, bruised and bloodied on the ground, not daring to move or speak. Though she had never crossed paths with him before, she knew who he was by reputation and that he did not like half-breeds. Saving her could have just been incidental…

He turned to leave. With superhuman effort she pulled herself up, pressing her hand into the ground to hold up her shivering body. She folded the other arm in front of her naked breasts and turned her legs to the side to conceal the sensitive area between them. Sitting in the circle of death he had wrought she cried out to him in desperation:

“Inu Sesshomaru no Kami! Are you just going to leave me to my fate after you went to the trouble of saving me?”

That had been the first among the few questions she would ever ask him. He turned to her and wiped a bloodstain from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. He stared at her for what seemed like an eternity and she began to regret bringing his attention to her. Then he covered the distance between them in the space of an eye-blink and squatted in front of her. Her eyes went wide and a soft gasp escaped her lips.

His eyes moved over the pattern of bruises blossoming on her exposed skin, interspersed with bloody cuts. She tried not to tremble under the scrutiny of his cool, impersonal gaze. Then he reached out a long, elegant hand towards her. She flinched and squeezed her eyes shut. A piteous mewl sounded in her throat and slipped from between her quivering lips. Do it! Just kill me and get it over with… His hand brushed her messy, dark hair as he righted the delicate ear that had been turned inside out in the struggle. Her eyes flashed open in surprise.

His hand dropped to his thigh and it was then she noticed that the left arm was missing. She realised she was staring. She could feel his eyes boring into the top of her head so she lifted her gaze to meet those golden orbs. Those who spoke of his ferocity often mentioned his physical beauty in the same breath. Yet the word compassion had never, ever been uttered. His face was impassive but the look in his eyes told her he would never hurt her, never humiliate her.

“What do you know about the care of human children?”, he said.

She had been too stunned to respond at first. The deep, rich sound of his voice as well as the content of his question had been so unexpected. She stared at him in awe. Then, in a shaky voice she listed her talents as a cook, a seamstress and a housekeeper. He grunted softly. Then he stood and walked around the corpses, as though examining them. He deftly removed the haori from one of them and tossed it to her to cover her nakedness.

“Come.”

He turned and began to walk away. The cloth was slightly damp and smelled of body odour but it would do until she could find more suitable clothing. She slipped it on and followed at his heels. He led her to water and turned his back as she sated her thirst, slipped off her borrowed clothing and washed blood, sweat, tears and dirt off her skin. When he decided she had rested enough, they walked on, through thick forest and to the mansion beyond...

After that he treated her with indifference. It was how she preferred it. He was never violent or cruel to any of the other servants or retainers either (Jaken was the exception), but the power that emanated from his body whenever he was displeased, still frightened her. She knew he would never hurt her human mistress or Rin-chan, yet she could not help but recall the sounds of her elegant, dignified master ripping apart and consuming the bodies of dead men, whenever she heard him growl or raise his voice in anger.

Firmly back in the present, Yuki looked to her Kagome-san for some kind of reassurance. She had carried Makoto-sama back to his crib and laid him gently down to sleep. As she sang to him, Rin-chan and the Kitsune fox cub, Shippo-kun had crawled on to the bed next to Inuyasha-sama. The little girl was now curled up next to him. Sesshomaru-sama was sitting on the bed beside them. Her mistress turned and walked towards her. It was then that it occurred to her to be surprised that her mistress was still pregnant. She met her large, green, catlike eyes.

“Yuki-san”, Kagome said, smiling, “Could you find some clothes for Inuyasha to sleep in and some fresh bandages to bind his wounds?”

Her cheeks flushed anew, grateful to be useful and relieved of the burden of having to ask her lord and master an embarrassing question. She bowed slightly.

“Yes, Kagome-san”, she said and quickly exited the room.

Kaede assisted Kagome to cleanse Inuyasha’s wounds and change his bandages. He had woken during the proceedings and had become upset and acutely embarrassed when he realised the hands holding his body did not belong to his lover alone. He demanded that Kaede remove her hands and leave the room or at least avert her eyes until he was decent. She laughed at his discomfort.

“You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before, boy”, she said.

He blushed harder and tried to cover himself. She smacked his hands away because Kagome was trying to wind a bandage around his leg.

“Yeah, but you’ve never seen mine!”, he cried.

She pretended to think about it.

“True”, she said, with a sidelong glance at Kagome, “I’ve lain awake at nights pondering the size of your organ... Now I’ve know I can die a happy woman!”

His eyes went wide. He made a choking sound in his throat. Kagome chewed her lip to lessen the smile.

“You perverted old hag!”, he cried.

She pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows.

“Now, now Inuyasha! Let us not resort to name-calling or you may be a little worse for wear…”, she said.

He snorted.

“I’ve been poisoned and I’m still in pain”, he said, “What more can you do to me?”

She considered this.

“Hmm… I could alter the subjugation spell a little so that others may use the o word to subdue you…”

He flinched despite his efforts to remain unmoved. He stared at her in horror.

“You wouldn’t…”, he said.

“I’m thinking about it…”

She smiled vaguely. She let go of his leg and patted Kagome on the shoulder as she passed out of the room confident that she could bandage the other leg without assistance, now that he was awake.

“She’s only making fun, Inuyasha”, Kagome said, “Don’t take it so seriously!”

He grunted.

“That’s easy for you to say!”, he said, “You don’t keep waking up naked to find your friends and your Hentai brother looking at you or holding parts of your body! Now do you?!”

Her lips curved into a smiled.

“No, I suppose not… Can you roll onto your stomach for me so I can tackle your other leg?”

“Yeah… Sometimes that old hag can be more sadistic than Sessh and that takes some doing!”

He dutifully rolled on to his stomach for her. She cleaned and bandaged the wound. Then she helped him with the yukata Yuki had left for him. His eyes were already closing. After a few light kisses he settled against the pillows and soon drifted off to sleep. She lay beside him, smoothing his hair. Her other hand was loosely enfolded in his.

She gazed at his sleeping face savouring the moment. She lifted the rosary off his chest and contemplated the power in the beads to restrain him. Decision made, she slipped her other hand out his and put it under his head. She gently lifted his head up and removed the beads, taking care not to snag them in his hair. Holding them in her hand she decided his throat looked bare without them. Should I put them back? I never thought it would be so easy to remove them…

“It’s about time!”

The sound of Kaede’s voice made her start. She looked towards the doorway at the old Miko standing there. She stared at her, eyes wide.

“You’re not mad?”, she said.

“No. Silly girl, you should have taken them off long ago…”

When Inuyasha awoke close to dawn with Kagome sleeping by his side and Sesshomaru next to her, he realised something was different. It was not the fact that he was sharing a bed with his lover and her mate that perturbed him; it was something else, something he could not quite put his finger on...

Out of habit his hand went to his throat to finger the subjugation beads but touched only the warm cloth of his yukata instead. Huh!? He looked down and his suspicions were confirmed. They’re gone! They’re really gone... She must have taken them off when I was asleep. He turned his head and stared at Kagome’s sleeping face in awe. Then he smiled.

“You took them off”, he whispered, “Now I finally know you trust me…”

His hand smoothed her tousled hair away from her forehead. She made a small sound in her throat and stirred in her sleep but did not wake. He did not see the flash of gold light behind her. He was too immersed in the moment. He leaned down and pressed his lips to her cheek. Then he took her hand in his and he lay back on the pillow again with a contented sigh. Within moments he was sleeping again.

In his cot, Makoto whimpered. Sesshomaru saw the half-demon’s dog ears twitch but he did not wake. He tore his attention away from the sleeping faces of his mate and his younger brother as the sound was heard again. He threw back the covers, pausing to lean over Kagome, and blow on one of Inuyasha’s ears. Watching it twitch, he smirked in satisfaction. Then he padded around the bed to the cot. The infant stared up at him with enormous golden eyes.

“Dada!”, he cried happily.

He gave his father a windy smile and held out his chubby arms. The demon lord could not help but smile back. The tiny puppy-boy giggled as he was lifted and pressed to the warmth of his father’s chest. His little hands gripped the warm silk of his yukata. He felt the motion as the demon lord carried him to the bed and lay down again. Listening to the steady thrum of his father’s heartbeat and feeling the sensation of gentle fingers rub his upper back in soothing, circular motions, he soon fell asleep. The demon lord sighed.

“Why does everybody sleep soundly but for I?”

He blew gently on one of his son’s soft, silver pup ears; as he had done with his half-brother and watched it twitch. It brought a smile to his lips. Then he took to staring up at patterns the rising sun made on the ceiling. Soon his eyes began to feel heavy and sleep claimed him too.

Kaede, Sango and Miroku returned to the village after a week or two of rest and recuperation. Shippo, however remained in the mansion. Inuyasha recovered in record time. Soon he was strong enough to train with Sesshomaru and accompany him on his daily patrol. Her curiosity was piqued but she never asked what they did when they were absent. Perhaps she was better off not knowing?

When she fell asleep in Inuyasha’s bed, it was not uncommon for her to wake up in the morning and find Sesshomaru in bed with them. The same applied to the bedroom she shared with Sesshomaru. When she slept in there, Inuyasha frequently got up in the night and crept into bed with them like a child.

The relationship between the demonic brothers had fast become a close-knit one. It was extraordinary because Kagome was not having sex with Inuyasha. He awaited Sesshomaru’s word of approval to mark her and begin a sexual relationship with her again. He did not want to disrupt this first semblance of a normal life he had, had since the death of his mother.


It was on a stormy night when they were all gathered in the main living area, when Kagome excused herself with a headache. It was an excuse to catch up on her reading and she like nothing more than to be safe and secure, tucked up in bed while the wind howled and the rain bucketed down on the roof.

She was on tenterhooks, held in the grip of the unfolding plot when the screen door slid back and Sesshomaru entered the bedroom. She glanced up and him and smiled. Then she saw Inuyasha following in his wake and she realised she was not going to find out whodunit tonight.

He slid the door shut behind him and offered her a smile. She returned his smile. Then she looked at Sesshomaru, eyes wide. He smiled at her reassuringly. She watched as both males walked to opposing sides of the bed and began to disrobe. Wow! This is better than any fantasy!

Inuyasha was naked first despite the fact he was wearing one more layer of clothing. He had the benefit of two hands. Sesshomaru removed his two-layer kimono at a slower pace. She cast an appreciative gaze over Inuyasha’s lean, muscular frame. Then she frowned at him, wondering why he was still standing by the bed. He indicated towards his older brother with a nod of his head. Her eyes widened slightly. Oh! He’s waiting for Sessh to get into bed first…

The second layer of silk slid to the floor with a soft rustle. It pooled at his feet. She ran her eyes over his naked body, starting with his long silver hair, lingering on his face, wide shoulders, taut chest, nicely defined abdominals, the length of his penis, ending with his feet and their long, white toes. Then her gaze swept upwards again to meet his heated, golden gaze.

He leaned one knee on the bed. He took the book out of her hands and put it facedown on the floor by the bed. He leaned towards her and spoke in her ear:

“You look particularly delectable in your pretty yukata tonight…”

His voice was low and deep with a husky edge. She shivered.

“Thanks”, she said, reaching out her hands to touch his face and chest, “It’s one of my favourites…”

“Then you had better remove it quickly before I tear it to shreds!”

Her eyes went wide. She gasped.

“You’d do it and all…”

The corners of his lips turned up.

“Yes I would…”

She took her hands away from his body to divest herself of the yukata. It was pale gold with white plum blossoms, too pretty for a yukata. The flower trim had been part of her favourite kimono before Sesshomaru had torn it. Yuki had salvaged panels of it and made the yukata out of it. He took the article of clothing from her and dropped it on top of his own pile. She moved over in the bed to make room for him. She watched him climb aboard.

“You’re going to make Yuki-san mad if you keep tearing my clothes”, she said.

He raised an eyebrow.

“What will she do, glare at me?”, he said, “Wave her tail dangerously? She would not dare scratch me with those claws!”

He laughed softly. He put his arm around her and drew her towards him. She poked him in the chest, hurting her finger.

“Ow! Just because she’s weaker than you are, you shouldn’t make fun of her. She’s got feelings too…”

He took the offending appendage and checked it for broken bones. He took it in his mouth and sucked it gently. She frowned at him.

“Aren’t you going to say anything back to me?”, she said.

She was distracted by movement out of the corner of her eye. Inuyasha was crawling up the bed towards her. It was hard to concentrate when Sesshomaru was sucking her finger and she was watching the motion in the half-demon’s shoulders, chest, waist, hips and limbs as he moved towards her. His hair hung down, fringe shading his eyes. His penis was arching towards his stomach. Sesshomaru slid her finger out of his mouth, bringing her attention back to him.

“You are right of course”, he said.

“I’m so glad you think so…”

“She has my respect. She once impressed me with her courage and her willingness to fight against impossible odds…”

Her eyes went wide.

“Oh!”

“I shall try to do her the courtesy of not abusing the fruits of her labour in the future. Failing that, I shall buy her the finest silks to weave into cloth… Tell her tomorrow that she may make herself some new attire. I tire of her usual…”

“Okay…”

Her voice was soft with wonder. She almost cried out in alarm when Inuyasha’s leg touched hers. Sesshomaru let him take her out of his embrace. She felt the press of his erection against the top of her buttocks as he sat her up between his legs. His arm went around her waist, holding her against him. She looked at her mate in surprise. The corners of his mouth turned up at the expression on her face.

“Sessh, what’s going on?”, she said.

The half-demon moved her hair aside and began licking the back of her neck. She made a small sound in her throat. He whimpered softly behind her. She tried to concentrate on Sesshomaru’s face. It was hard with warm press of Inuyasha’s flesh around her.

“Are you willing to let Inuyasha mark you and begin a life long relationship as your second mate?”, Sesshomaru said.

The half-demon was still licking the back of her neck. Again, he whimpered. His wet strokes moved towards the scar between the back of her neck and shoulder, down to the space below it. She stared at her mate, considering her answer.

“Yes…”

Sesshomaru smiled, surprising her. Then again she was not sure what to expect at the moment. This whole situation was confusing. He reached out his hand and touched her face. Then he took her hand in his own.

“Very well… Proceed Inuyasha.”

He stopped licking her back. She tensed, waiting for the pain to come but nothing happened.

“Try to relax, Gome”, Inuyasha said, “It will make things so much easier for both of us…”

She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. How exactly?

“You’re probably right…”, she said.

He smiled at her.

“Of course I’m right!”, he said.

He cupped one side of her face in his hand. He kissed her, warm lips lingering on hers. Then he drew back. She turned her face away. She closed her eyes and focused on her breathing. She reached for Sesshomaru’s hand. His fingers closed around hers. Then she felt the sharpness of the pain and she was glad she had his hand to hold on to. Though if he was human, she probably would have fractured one or more of the bones in the back of his hand…

She gasped for breath in an effort not to scream. Anything too loud would wake Makoto or surely bring the other members of the household running. She could not remember if it had been as painful when Sesshomaru marked her. He released her. Wet, warm blood began to trickle down her back. She heard Inuyasha whine softly as though in apology. Then he began to lap up the blood with a soft tongue.

She opened her eyes and looked across at Sesshomaru. He had a strange look in his eyes. Did he want to be behind her, helping to lick up the blood? She would let him clean the wound later if he wanted to. At the moment the task was Inuyasha’s alone and he could not interfere.

“Bear down with your tongue, Inuyasha”, he instructed his younger brother, “It will hurt her at first but it will help stop the bleeding…”

The half-demon murmured his assent. She gasped as he carried out the instruction. Then she gasped for a different reason, when the firm strokes of Inuyasha’s tongue hit the sweet spot where pain became pleasure.

“The bleeding is slowing”, Sesshomaru said eventually.

The sound of his voice made her jump. The room was so quiet but for the wet sound of the half-demon’s tongue licking her flesh and the baby’s gentle snoring in the crib. The storm had become a vague background noise like the movements of the servants who were still awake and moving around the mansion. Sesshomaru had sent the Kitsune and the little girl to bed before he invited Inuyasha into the bedroom.

She met her primary mate’s eyes.

“So what next?”, she said.

The demon lord laughed. It was the low kind of conspiratorial laugh male and female alike make when they talk about sexual misadventures. The sound of it made her shiver.

“What?”, she said innocently.

Sitting across from her naked, long silver hair falling around his body and spread over the sheet beside him, golden eyes liquid, he looked like a dream.

“Oh, Kagome, that you of all people should ask that….”

He shook his head.

“Inuyasha will make love to you of course!”, he said.

Her eyes went wide. Her heart beat faster.

“Really?”, she said.

“Really… Then it will be my turn.”

He looked over her shoulder at Inuyasha.

“Are you ready to face up to your responsibilities half-breed?”, he said.

Inuyasha lifted his head and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He smiled at his half-brother.

“As ready as I’ll ever be!”



This chapter is not finished. I may add to it or not... I'm in a bit of a lemony rut at the moment. I am also working on the epilogue and a possible closing scene. I thought about moving this to a different category because I think Inuyasha inadvertantly became my star instead of Sesshomaru. I'm not sure how it happened, maybe because if a man like Sesshomaru was existed I'd run a mile! As I said in my last note I use my writing to work out my issues... I thought about stopping work on it too because a lot of people don't like where it's going but I kept getting ideas I wouldn't know what to do with otherwise, and writing is no good unless sombody else reads it... Until then....


Happy reading!