You have brought this upon yourself

The brothers couldn’t remain on their cloud forever, bodily needs as trivial as hunger drawing them apart. Which is how the youkai ended up leaning against the walls on the hisashi and watching his brother field dress the doe a little over an hour later.



“Damn, it’s cold. Why couldn’t we eat first?” The hanyou groused, quartering up the meat with efficient cuts.



“Imagine being in that position with a full stomach, hanyou.” Sesshomaru pointed out blandly. His brother grunted in reply, settling onto the wooden hisashi with a thick haunch. The youkai winced inwardly as Inuyasha tore into the meat like…an animal.



His brother’s wounds were already healing nicely, scabbed over with no sign of infection. Still alluring even in his ghastly state, the youkai suggested him eating before they bathed. The bath would be pointless the way he ate. The furry-eared hybrid was atrocious as he dug into the meal, cold or not.



He does not complain about eating raw meat anymore. The youkai noticed, mind turning over the events from the last few days. He adjusts to the youkai way of life easily and does not change overmuch. It would be pleasant to have his company for longer.



Where the last thought came from, the youkai didn’t know. He didn’t brush it off for once, but let it roll around like a delicacy would on his tongue. Was it a form of love? What did humans classify as love? Was it the same as a youkai’s desire?



“Did you have sex with the two males in your pack, hanyou?” Sesshomaru asked, trying to confirm his suspicions.



The hanyou cocked a brow and shook his head slightly as he swallowed. “They’re both guys.”



The pregnant silence that followed made the triangles twitch as the younger brother realized what he said. He gave a sharp-toothed grin, blood smeared over his face and giving him a juvenile appearance.



“The only male I’ve screwed around is with you, Maru-nii.” He clarified, wiping his mouth carelessly with an arm before turning his interest back to eating.



There was no flavor of a lie in the air, confusing the youkai. How did the hanyou get so good at head if he didn’t practice? To deep throat without prior experience was difficult, often resulting in embarrassing moments at early attempts. The older brother would have noticed if even a little came up, the stomach acid would’ve burned his sensitive slit.



“Do you practice to deep throat?” He asked directly, amused as his brother chocked and gasped at his blunt question.



“Shit!” Red faced and holding his throat, he gave his older brother a dirty look. Where the hell were all these questions come from? “No.”



“Hnn.” The enigmatic reply told the hanyou nothing of what was going on behind the gold eyes that seemed to see right through him.



It wasn’t like he lied, he just felt so obvious and uncomfortable. Was it that easy to see his feelings? It brought up proof that he was more of a prude then his prime and proper brother, choking and dancing away from the subject of sexual acts like he did.



I only talk like an ass. Inuyasha thought with a sigh, staring down at the nearly cleaned bones in his naked lap. Why the hell is he keeping me around?



“I’m gonna go clean up up.” He informed the still staring youkai, standing and dumping the remains of his meal off the hisashi to clean later.



“I will join you.”

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Sulfur laced steam billowed in through the bamboo screens that separated the onsen from the bathing area, creating an ambient atmosphere and limiting the visibility. The brothers were drenched; water draining down pale skin and clumping their hair together. The crocks of scented soaps were open, allowing the mikan odor to waft.



Inuyasha leaned against the Cyprus wall, staring down at his chest as the soft rag ran over his closed wounds. That wasn’t so surprising, it was the fact his brother was doing it. There was barely a sting, but the lacerations were nearly healed. The scabs fell away beneath the assistance of the youkai, leaving shiny pink skin in most places and red where it needed more time.



It was…odd to see the youkai acting is such a fashion. Tending to the wounds he created earlier with such vigor with care was distracting and just a tad disturbing. If anyone told the hanyou that his brother had any sort of a compassionate side, he would have laughed in their face. Sure, Janken and Rin stuck around, but that didn’t mean that Sesshomaru would show his sympathetic quality to him.



No, this was new and just as exciting as torture. The youkai before him was touchable, face relaxed and looking more feminine than before. His brother’s head was bent, eyes focused on his work and the kissable lips drawn into a thoughtful line. The arousal thickened the hanyou’s blood and he no longer held back from touching.



He hesitantly reached out and slid his fingers through the damp silver threads, receiving a quick, bemused glance from the youkai prince as he continued to pet. Water flicked from his ears and he leaned over, brushing his lips over his brother’s in a feather light kiss.



“Do you want to be cleaned, hanyou?” The youkai breathed against the timid mouth, hands stilling on the hanyou’s chest.



“I want you.” He answered huskily.



There was a surprised silence, the hanyou taking the advantage of the inactivity to lick the beads of moisture from the unblemished skin. His hands cupped the nape of the neck, digging into the thick wetness and scraping sensitive skin. He found a pink nub, taking it in his mouth and rolling it gently with tongue and teeth.



The youkai remained quiet, staring down at the suddenly very forward hanyou. His skin shuddered under the balmy organ, body warming rapidly as the stimulation continued. New, curious sensations fluttered over his nerves, mind sharpening as his eyes became hooded. His fingers outlined the soft ears that were aimed to catch the minute changes, from the slight catch in his breath to the increase in his heartbeat.



“How do you want me?” He finally asked, voice a near growl as the fingers began to massage and the mouth traveled to the other nub.



“Under me.”



The reply left Sesshomaru too astounded to answer. A hand voyaged down the flesh, testing the firm muscles it passed and resting expectantly on a slim hip. Inuyasha took the nipple daintily in his teeth and drew it gradually away, gold eyes rolled up to watch the towering youkai. He released the nub when the youkai hissed in titillation.



“Why should I allow you to?” He growled softly, fingers pinching the ears in mock reprimand. The youkai had never allowed anyone to take him in such a way. He was dominant, always. To allow his brother to top him was unthinkable….and stimulating. What brought on the change, he couldn’t precisely say at the moment. It could be the way he withstood the torture with more grace than most full-blooded youkai managed. It might be the alien emotions that he had no name for. It could be just inquisitiveness.



The same thing that drove the youkai to take his brother over a decade ago and hunt him down after the woman and jewel were no longer in the picture.



He would still be in control, could stop it at any time if he felt it necessary. The hanyou had nothing on his strength or fighting skills.



“’Cause I asked.” The hanyou teased, blood boiling in his veins and causing a flush. A nail scratched the skin of the coveted mound of flesh, tracing the crack beguilingly. “I’ll tell you a secret if you let me.”



“Hnnnn.” The youkai droned as lips parted at the increased breathing and he squeezed his ass cheeks at the enticing touch. He could deny his brother, but he didn’t see the harm in his suggestion. No one would believe the hanyou if he bragged, though that seemed like a pointless worry considering his brother’s priggish nature. “If you believe you can handle it.”



Inuyasha tongued the belly button, disbelief showing in face before it morphed into giddy desire. Sesshomaru settled against an overturned bucket, leaning his back against the wall. His brother knelt between the bent knees and leaned in, taking a torrid kiss. The hanyou drew away, gravitating downward, hands grazing along the inside of the spread thighs.



Anxiety ate at the back of Sesshomaru’s nerve. He was already having second thoughts about going through with it. His will to halt his brother melted when the ardent mouth encased his firm member. He inhaled sharply, hands fisting when his pulse began to rage through his veins.



Inuyasha kept one hand braced on the underside of a thigh to hold the appendage up, his free hand moving to pet the insipid fur shrouding the balls. He withdrew to lip down the long, thick shaft of the cock until he encountered the hanging sack. He suckled on one, his hand dropping to dip his fingers into the soap.



There was only the sound of water dripping and faint, watery hums from the hanyou. The youkai’s hole tightened when the moist, sweltering tongue circled and probed the furrowed entrance. He watched lethargically, breathing slow and unsteady. He could only see the top of the hanyou’s face, the dark brows drawn together in concentration. Gold eyes flickered up to meet the youkai’s, burning salaciously.



The mouth traveled up once more, a slender digit replacing it and worming in. Unpleasant pressure made the youkai flinch discreetly. The finger was slick with soap, gliding in and out with ease making it easy for the older brother to relax, comforted that the hanyou was unhurried.



Inuyasha swallowed the pair of balls effortlessly, tongue placating the delicate appendages and distracting the youkai from the second finger that intruded the anus. It was slow going for the hanyou to stretch out the hole without giving the youkai reason to withdraw. The fingers twirled, stroked, rotated, and scissoring the tight sphincter. Suds foamed around the hole, the busy mouth nipping the tender skin under the thigh and listening to the progressively harsh breathing from the youkai and taking clues from the reactions on how to proceed. The sudden jolt signaled to the hanyou that his brother was enjoying the prostate massage.



Sesshomaru let his head fall back, mouth wide, yet silent. The little hanyou was working him slowly, as if he were made of glass. It was all heat, satin, and mikan. Any ache that arose was soothed, his body adjusting to the careful preparations the hanyou executed deftly.



If he paid half as much attention to the way he fought…The youkai prince mused, tiny surges of electricity causing his muscles to spasm. Maybe it would be more of a fight between us.



Inuyasha had lathered his cock in the youkai’s inattention, scooping the bent knees with the crook of his arms and bracing his hands against the wall. His cock is poised at the crinkle of the hole, waiting until the youkai finally looked at his younger brother. The hanyou nuzzled the side of the jaw lightly, a strangely submissive move for someone topping. Long, clawed fingertips dragged through the thick, dripping clumps of white hair, giving wordless permission.



Their eyes locked as the hanyou slowly entered the stretched, virgin ass. The hole unfolded and wrapped the head in a wet embrace. The younger brother pumped gently, trying to adjust the youkai and still inch his way into the searing darkness. Sesshomaru’s hands roamed over the hanyou’s back, dancing along the still damp, puffy hole as if indecisive on the next move.



“Haaa…” Inuyasha exhaled heavily onto the flushing, wet skin. It felt like he was being crushed despite the stretching. His brother remained silent, but he could feel the tension riddling his body. He managed to tangle his fingers with the youkai’s, pinning the restless hands against the wall. He didn’t need the distraction his brother presented. He pressed his nose into the pointed ear, balmy breath teasing the channel. “You feel so good…”



If there was a way for a youkai to reach heaven, this was it. His mind registered the words of his brother, but he was unable to think of an answer. His prostate was being pressed with lingering caresses of the thick member. The halcyon movements were rendering him useless. All his attentions were engaged in the emotions and sensations that tangled him into a rapidly constricted ball.



The sweet yearning was torturous. The youkai could feel it building, balls tightening with each dallying stroke. The demand for release beat at his skull in time with the hips that burrowed briefly against his. Long fingers squeezed the entangling digits mercilessly, drunk on the smell of testosterone, sulfur, mikan, and Inuyasha.



“Tell me…what…you want…Maru-nii.” The whisper burned the elongated shell, heady to the youkai’s senses.



“Harder, Inu-chan.” Sesshomaru breathed, nipping and worrying the unwounded shoulder lightly.



Wet sucking noises, heavy breaths and barely contained moans from the brothers filled the air. Inuyasha rocked harder, feeling his world begin to narrow to misty heat, hard muscles, and throttling hole. He tried to hold back, aiming to batter the prostate to submission, but it he was on the losing end. The incredible pressure on his cock was too much and he groaned thickly and emptied scalding fluids into the bowels, body singing with release.



He withdrew, ignoring the urge to collapse and bask in contentment. He dropped down, inhaling the oozing phallus and jamming his fingers into the lathered, satiated hole. He stimulated the prostate ruthlessly as his throat seized and engulfed the cock.



Sesshomaru jerked and convulsed, cursing loudly as he shoved a hand down onto the bobbing head and forcing the lips to lock around the fur fringed hilt. The abuse on his prostate didn’t falter, coaxing the youkai to cum in unison with the ramming fingers, sending sticky, thick streams into the convulsing throat to guzzle or choke.



The restraining hand slipped to cup the back of the hanyou’s neck, urging his brother to rise. Inuyasha obeyed, letting the softening member drop and pulling the fingers from the seeping passage, enjoying the moan his brother let free.



The magnitude of the salacious lovemaking taxed both brothers, long arms dangling loosely around each other’s neck. They lazily scrubbed their bodies together, no longer concerned with bathing. Their tongues mated slowly, lovingly; muted exhales mingling. The taste of sex, salt, sulfur, and a tang of mikan shared between them, their eyes heavy lidded and searching the kindred gold depths.





Trivial worries lifted to cling with the rising steam, leaving them unimpeded in their ambition to sate desires for the other.

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