You have brought this upon yourself

Duplicate gold eyes focused on the other. Inuyasha finally gave a scowl, wanting to cry at the thought of the work it would take to become free. He wasn’t sure if he should be thankful or to just despair. The aches and pains he’d managed to put of his mind awoke with a vengeance.



His shoulders screamed their objection as he fumbled with the silken sashes until they fell from his wrists. The hanyou took a deep breath to steady his nerves, dreading the next move. There was no way avoiding snapping the wires. He couldn’t get Tetsusaiga from his body in the position and his fingers too numb to manage the complicated knots holding it in place between his calves.



He did this on purpose. Twisted fagot, he whined silently.



Breathing slowly from his nose, he began to press forward. His muscles burned and stung after being inactive for so long. His body felt like lead and moving it was just as much of a struggle. Agony churned inside the hanyou, the stinging of the cutting threads magnifying as they stubbornly dug deeper into the restrained muscles before snapping.



They burst away, bloody ribbons arching in their wake. Inuyasha swallowed howls and bile; eyes tightly shut as he let his chin fall against the lacerated chest. Free, all he could do was contain whimpers and mewls while attempting to manage the dozens of tiny twinges and pangs. His knees had been numb, but the shifting made their tenderness noticeable. Falling onto his hands wasn’t an option; the hanyou wasn’t sure how the sheathe still buried in his sore anus would react to the position change.



“Remove Tetsusaiga.” Sesshomaru directed.



Inuyasha swallowed a sigh, vaguely irritated with his brother’s attitude.



I’m fucken’ hurting and he’s still maken’ me do all the damn work. Just give me a chance to top him and see how he likes it. He could at least touch me or something; take my mind off the pain.



Regardless of his complaints and his bruised shoulders, long arms reached behind him to grasp the sheath. He tugged it slowly out, Tetsusaiga leaving relief in its wake as it slide free shiny with a thin film of fluids. He gently set the katana before him, leaning on the fist that held it for support. His tortured erection pulsed and ached, beseeching him with the need to piss and cum, cramping his abdomen. He groped until the silk around his calves fell away, mind going blank as it realized there was no more work to be done.



He was vaguely aware of his older brother sitting on the floor behind him. Thoughts of the waiting cock made the discomfort fade. He wanted that swollen flesh in his mouth once more, to hear the tiny noises that Sesshomaru tried to mask. He started to sit up, freezing at the sudden sound of the youkai prince’s purring voice.



“Widen yourself. Do not turn, I want to watch.”



Inuyasha flushed deeply at the brazen, commanding tone. His traitorous body quickened at the promise being impaled by the youkai, reminding the hanyou why he was submitting to begin with; having his brother completely focused on using him.



Which is a complete contradictory of what he wanted from Sesshomaru. He wanted more than to be used, he wanted a partnership. The distracting youkai seemed to whet his sexual appetite to levels he didn’t know existed, confusing the hanyou.



The little brother leaned onto his ragged, sliced chest and laid his cheek against the tatami floor. Ass cheeks spread to reveal the puckered, damp hole to the wanton gaze of the older brother. Heedless of the smarting muscles, he reached for the sphincter and probed it gingerly with a finger. He flinched at the chafing sensation and the rising need to shit as he slid it deeper. He realized, belatedly, that he should have at least lubed his fingers. Disregarding the chastising voice, another finger entered and he pulled to expand the hole. Two more fingers and he alternated scissoring and plunging into the scalding chute.



The pain began to warm into a soft glow of pleasure. Long fingers encountered the prostate and shocked a groan from him. His breathing quickened, digits working in earnest to tease open the hole for the tight fit that was in store. Jamming the digits and wresting the hole wide, he rubbed his cheek against the floor. His toes curled and he had to keep himself from rocking into his thrusts. The hanyou’s head was suddenly yanked up, his body lurching backwards from the force and crashing into the hard expanse his brother’s chest.



“Forgetting someone?” he whispered into the soft triangles pressed in the milky hair.



“Nnggng…” Inuyasha tried to shake his head in denial, but the movement was hindered by the youkai’s grip.



“I would hate to know the punishment if you had.” Sesshomaru growled, sitting down and forcing the hanyou to follow. “I feel forgiving, but it is not free. If you want to gain my good graces….put it in yourself.”



The little brother was straddling the thick, hairless thighs, hands fisted to resist the urge to fight back. Sesshomaru released the hold, the hanyou settling back against the bare chest and rubbing the still wet member in the crack of his ass. Sultry breath swept against his neck, teeth soon tracking along the moist path.



Inuyasha pulled away, feeling the youkai’s hands settle on his waist as he rose onto his knees. Two fingers spread the sphincter once more as he seized the erection in his other. He lowered leisurely, drawing in a breath at the expected soreness.



He tugged his fingers free when the dick became too tight of a fit. He pressed on the calves before him, letting gravity do most of the work for him. It expanded and plugged the abused passage, yet when it jammed into the prostate, the hanyou couldn’t get enough. He nestled his ass against the youkai’s crotch, leaning back and resting his head against the clad shoulder. The pale head rolled listlessly till his face was buried in the long column of throat. They both breathed unsteadily on each other, the large hands he’d confessed to enjoying so much gouging at the wounds on his abs.



“Post, hanyou.”



Inuyasha began to move up and down lethargically, rubbing against his brother shamelessly. Sesshomaru turned his face towards his younger brother’s, eyes meeting as he gyrated on top of the throbbing member, lips parted slightly.



Tongues darted out, tangling together to close the distance. Stroking, rasping, and flicking against the roughness of the other as the youkai’s hands glided to the slim, pumping hips and began to force a faster, harder tempo. The hanyou obliged and covered the guiding hands with his as their moist breath fusing around the whirling tongues.



The restricted chute and taste of demanding whimpers finally tipped the youkai over the cliff. He felt as if he were rushing head first towards the ground. His teeth sought the sweat-tainted skin of the shoulder, digging into the flesh for a ground. Blood he had come to pine for filled his mouth.



Inuyasha roared when his shoulder was latched onto, the youkai slamming him down one last time onto the prostate and emptying his seed.



The hanyou wanted to cum, to piss, to shit. Sadly, his brother had blocked him at every turn. So he waited as Sesshomaru moaned and feasted on the new wound with vigor, grimacing slightly as he imagined how nasty the injury could turn under the savage teeth.



The youkai prince finally released him, leaning against Mokomoko and allowing Inuyasha to pull away. The hanyou did an about face, examining his brother. The yukata barely hung on the shoulders, outlining the flesh flushed with passion. His brother looked sated, at ease and disheveled. A way he’d never thought to see the youkai.



The hanyou toyed with the glass ball that topped the rod for a heartbeat, examining the slowly softening member. It was covered with semen and other body fluids, the fur plastered against the skin. He dropped down thoughtlessly, inhaling the soft cock and enjoying the soft oath his brother uttered in surprise.



You’re not getting off that easy. Inuyasha grumbled silently. I will fucken cum with you in me, whether you like it or not.



He licked, soothed and tongued the flaccid cock and sack clean. Hands massaged the thighs he straddled, thumbs moving up to press into the pelvis. When the only taste that remained was purely his brother, Inuyasha directed his attention into getting it back up. It swelled slowly in his mouth, like candy on the pink tongue, ponderous and teasing to the hanyou. When the member was mostly erect, he abandoned it and slid up the chest to nuzzle under the youkai’s jaw.



“Take out the glass Maru-nii…” Inuyasha begged as he grew scarlet with embarrassment and swallowed his pride. He could have just done it himself, but it was intoxicating to be under his brother’s control. “I can’t cum with the rod in…take it out so I can cum. Lemme cum, Maru-nii…”



An edacious kiss silenced anything else the younger brother could say. Sesshomaru was already fully erect, grinding against the bloody abs and ready for a second round. The youkai delicately held the small ball between his fingers, easing it from the hole with easy wriggles and twirls.



Inuyash’s face fell away, forehead landing on the shoulder for support as his fingers dug into his brother’s side. He panted hard, mouth open and tongue hanging out at the vibes and tingles flowing over him. The glass slid free, pre-cum pouring in its wake.



“Oh, fuck…” He gritted out, wrapping his arms around his brother’s torso and turning his face towards the youkai’s. His brother, surprisingly, returned the embrace, crushing his brother to his chest as he slants his lips over the hanyou’s.



Though elated at the show of affection from his brother, the sweat rubbed into his open wounds. It stung madly for a breath before fading as the endorphins pulsed through his blood. He was too close, ready to explode if his brother so much as breathed on his swollen, needy cock.



The hanyou was frantic, his body trembling in expectation as he shifted and skewered the still seeping ass on the erection. The world seemed to pause as the sense of being whole washed over him.



There was no way that the youkai could mistake the heavy musk of desire that clogged the air. He was astounded at his brother’s sudden lustful behavior. It utterly threw Sesshomaru on how to react, but the only thing he knew was that he wasn’t in charge and that was unacceptable.



He fisted his clawed fingers into the pallid tresses and forcing the humping body into a stand still. “What do you think you are doing?”



“Damn bastard! You get off, and then leave me hanging. What you think I’m doing?!” the hanyou bitched, miffed as he tried to continue in spite of the tight hold. “I’d never leave you hanging if I were fucken’ you!”



The younger brother couldn’t have phrased it any worse. If he’d begged and moaned for release, perhaps he could have continued as before, but the youkai would not stand for insubordination. The hanyou didn’t think twice about what emerged from his mouth until he found himself pressed on the tatami on his sore shoulders; ass still jammed with the youkai and propped in the air. His arms and legs were held over his head. Mokomoko slide over and conveniently pinned the appendages beneath its immovable bulk.



“Since when do you take without permission, little brother? Never mind you just called me an inadequate partner. I give you some rope and you hang yourself.” The youkai prince intoned, trademark smile curving his lips. Inuyasha opened his mouth to protest, but Sesshomaru pinched the shredded nipple deftly and the hanyou had to suppress a scream. “Do not speak.”



The bond hanyou breathed raggedly, the buzz of being dictated fizzing in his veins. He almost wanted to be punished, but feared the seemingly limitless boundaries for cruelty that his brother possessed.



“Someone needs to use the facilities.” The youkai pointed out, rubbing directly onto the swollen bladder, still buried to the hilt.



He wouldn’t.



The youkai prince kneaded the heel of his hand into the near bursting bladder, face becoming remote.



Oh, fuck. He would.



Inuyasha tried to hold back, but the tide of urine would be inevitable. The first drop splattered onto his sliced chest, stinging the open cuts. Disbelief swelled with that drop. Disgust and frustration warred inside him. This was vicious beyond his capacity for enjoyment. It was demeaning and humiliating, the hanyou wouldn’t stand for it. He’d leave if Sesshomaru actually made him piss on himself.



Gold eyes squeezed shut and teeth gritted in aggravation. Once it started, there would be no stopping the flow.



A steady stream emerged, he could feel it emerge and smell it. Strangely enough, it didn’t hit his flesh. His eyes flew up and he was shocked and relieved to see a glass bottle beginning to brim with the yellow fluid. The stream tapered to nothing, leaving the hanyou reeling slightly from disbelief.



The youkai sent the full bottle flying out the shoji and amongst the bamboo. The younger brother watched, bitter thoughts of how his brother seemed to plan for everything souring his mood.



“Next time, I will not be as considerate.” Sesshomaru leaned down, lips brushing against the soft skin along the temple. “Speak.”



“Talk is cheap, Maru-nii.” Inuyasha mumbled against the pointed ear, humid breath caressing the delicate whirls. There was no point in stopping now. He’d be damned if he didn’t get off.



“Hnn.”



Mokomoko set the hanyou free and the youkai scooped up his brother, crushing their mouths together as he began to find a steady, slow rhythm. Moans and grunts melded, skin slapped together and peeled apart. The hanyou’s knees were held forward in the crook of the strong arms of his brother. His hands threaded and tangled the silver mane that pooled around their faces.



The ignored, but not forgotten phallus was crushed and massaged between the bodies. They rolled on the floor until the hanyou was on top with clawed fingertips digging into the unmarked ass cheeks. Inuyasha sat up, bracing his hands on the chest as he began to dance to the sensual pace Sesshomaru set. His brother lay beneath him, hair a flaring silver backdrop that made the colorful markings on his face stand out. Identical eyes were hooded as they watched one another, lost in each other once more. There was no more pain, only mind-numbing ecstasy between them.



Sesshomaru closed his eyes, lost in the emotions, aromas and sensations erupting about him. It was near impossible to distinguish his brother’s feelings from his own. They were connected, reveling and wallowing in the presence of the other. They were beyond submitting or demanding. Giving and taking, mixing their scents, joining physically and cementing a bond as the sex morphed into lovemaking.



Excitement, sparks of rapture, impatience, lust, want, need, exertion, hot breath pluming the air, damp skin scalding at the touch, colliding sting of flesh on flesh, claws pricking, nails scraping, thighs contracting and releasing, smoldering depths swallowing, milking, clutching and demanded.



Inuyasha careened on the line of sanity, disoriented when his brother’s hand finally discovered his cock. He only withstood the stimulation for a few breaths, the waves finally breaking over him. The rumble of the surf filled the hanyou’s ears, arching his mistreated body back. His eyes rolled, mouth falling open as he cried his brother’s name, fulfillment graying his vision as his cum spurted all over the tattered chest.



Sesshomaru’s wits abandoned him at the clanging roar in his ears as he tipped over into mind-blowing completion. He ground his teeth, growling as his hips slammed up to meet his brother’s as he emptied into the depthless heat.



Inuyasha could feel the semen leaking, dribbling slowly down his thigh. The hanyou collapsed on the youkai prince, both winded and skin burning to the touch. They nuzzled and stroked, words still beyond their reach. Issues needed to be addressed, but not at the moment. They were, for the moment, completely at peace with each other and the feelings that they had yet to share.