XII: Weakness
There cannot be any separation. If he allows momentum to be lost, then the fighting would begin all over again. It is imperative that he keeps InuYasha’s mind and body in agreement of a singular purpose: fulfilling desire. Should he allow the overly-emotional hanyou even a moment to stop and consider his actions, then the bloodlust will surely rise again. Not that the demon lord begrudges the hurt feelings and mistrust (not that he cares for it either), for he also felt such burning betrayal against their sire for decades after he was returned to the West, but to allow the temperamental youth’s demise after so much effort on his part to make InuYasha accepted in the demonic world is an unacceptable reality. If anything, the demon lord refuses to admit defeat. Thus, he will do what he must to keep them on the unavoidable path Fate has designed; his body will be a willing tool for InuYasha’s downfall and salvation.
Even though they are merely a ball of light traveling at fantastic speeds, the demon lord keeps a tight hold. In this form, his mouth still moves, still tastes, still nibbles, still licks, still feels, still presses. The sensations are still so new to the young hanyou that his body must be trained to crave them rather than fight—so the sensations cannot be paused even for a moment or the spell will be broken. Sesshomaru barely separates his lips and the flesh under him for long enough to say the incantation to allow them entrance into his secret hideaway before returning to the sweet curve of collar bone and throat. The press of mere atoms against him indicates the chest is arching into his mouth, the sweet noises (a gasp, a bitten-off whimper) make him strain against his own remaining clothing.
The ground opens to offer sanctuary, and the two enter without returning to full shape, bypassing the stairs to float underground before their bodies re-form in full. Sesshomaru is standing, holding InuYasha pressed against him with an arm under his ass and the hanyou’s legs still parted around his hips. The hanyou’s groin is pressing against his brother’s abdomen as he is held high enough for Sesshomaru to suck the sweet niche made by straining tendons and curves of bone without having to strain. His tongue darts out to moisten the skin, red with previous suction and pressure, certain to bare his mark tomorrow. Nothing permanent, for the demon lord is well aware how out of his mind InuYasha will become with his first Heat ready to knock down all his barriers and modesty; his instincts may howl to claim or be claimed at this, his first stint of maturation. Just like his first taste of true power (without the aid of Tetsuaiga), his body might believe itself to be mated in the permanent sense with this sexual encounter. However, Sesshomaru, honorable as a daiyoukai, would not take away his brother’s choice to mate another for life. His marks will be one
without attachment to their souls, spirits, or youkai. Regardless of what instinct may dictate, his control has been honed in desperation and despair—he will not allow himself to lose it, especially if InuYasha’s future is on the line.
To maintain control (of InuYasha or himself?), one hand still holds the twin wrists captive behind InuYasha’s back while the mouth on his skin moves. Both bare-chested, the hanyou’s form is trembling minutely against his and soft sighs elicited from the attention to his neck and chest. Ears twitching like mad, the hanyou doesn’t fight being held like this or being trapped in an embrace. This complacency is so unlike him, so out of character after the last hours of bloody confrontation. InuYasha has always been the one that fights even more ferociously whenever he feels pushed into a corner. Taking advantage of this docility, Sesshomaru’s tongue keeps up the magic touch and flexes his legs to move his hips against his brother’s—refusing to let the sweet pleasure be broken.
The heat radiates between them like a tangible object, but Lord Sesshomaru will not give in to his animal desires, yet.
He stalks to the wall, tongue moving up the straining cords of the neck and braces the hanyou’s back to free a hand long enough for one fingernail to glow green. He flicks his wrist behind him without looking away from the feast before him, and the whip snaps at the pile of smoldered kindling. The flames ignite while InuYasha’s eyes finally open again, ears perked at the sound. His face red from the body heat and first round of foreplay, he blinks away the haze of lust to become aware of their surroundings and how carefully he is caught up against his elder brother. The harsh rock at his back conflicts with the hard muscle pressing against his front.
Sesshomaru straightens to meet his gaze, lust boiling below his calm exterior, and with a small breath, InuYasha is the one that leans in with some trepidation and lays his lips on his brother’s. Pride and past pain aside, all he can think of is what his body cries out for, what his body
needs and has been denied for the majority of his life. It’s Sesshomaru, all Sesshomaru that coaxes these feeling coursing through him with such painful pleasure, such exquisite care and consideration. It’s still all a confusing mess in his noggin, rolling around with implications of what each move might mean. Hell, he’s been trying to anticipate his elder brother’s next move for most of his life; each time they met, he always found himself honing in to focus on the next move, the next breath, the next twitch, in order to prepare himself for battle. Even after all that effort, he still can’t predict what Sesshomaru’s thinking from one moment to the next. Worse, this new elder brother isn’t such an incredible fucking ass-hat to make it that much easier for InuYasha to make the next strike. The bastard he wanted to gut less than a few moment ago is the one he needs to keep touching him, tasting him, making him feel this insane amount of warmth, and gods help him...he wants more. Maybe....just maybe, this could be a new beginning for them both. Maybe those assholes that made him an exile knew what they were doing after all...heh, naaaaaw.
Sesshomaru’s free hand moves to splay around the curve of neck as his mouth and tongue opens the sweet lips to plunge inside to sweep and taste. Any previous notion of being gentle and careful is thrown to the wind with this kiss, the wet dance of tongues, when InuYasha responds with an almost desperation to have more. He pushes back, arching his chest against Sesshomaru as much as possible while his wrists are still held behind him. The blood remaining from their wicked dance, the wounds still open and healing, casts tinges of pain amidst the pleasure spiking—the copper scent combined with rising lust perfumes the air.
The hanyou’s legs tense and pull their lower halves more firmly together—succeeding in nestling Sesshomaru’s impressive erection tighter against his own bulge in the cradle of his hips. The demon lord gasps in to the kiss when the hanyou’s leg muscles tense and his hips gyrate, causing torturous friction between them. Slowly, the hips and thighs work to rub them rhythmically together, an instinct InuYasha isn’t even aware he has. Well, fuck, he didn’t think he’d know what to do the second time around since Sesshomaru did everything last time...but apparently his body (the one that always just has these crazy knee-jerk reactions when his life is in danger) seems to have the basics covered. His cock needs more stimulation. Period. Needs some good feelin’ and nothing doing with his hands. Their pinned behind his back. His hips take the lead and find that huge curve just under the silk of Sesshomaru’s hakama...
he’s feeling it too...not just a one-time thing, eh? This hanyou enough to get it up for you big brother? The grind lasts for long moments, gyrations making them both breathless.
With the demon so close, Sesshomaru cannot find it in himself to wonder if InuYasha’s sudden capitulation is due to the Heat making him more manageable with physical desire or if his younger brother wants his acceptance to be re-affirmed by this physical closeness.
Is this your Heat screaming for release? Or, do you want me, InuYasha? ...Yet, perhaps you fear I will turn from you once again? Does the younger believe if he allows Sesshomaru access to his body that he will not be exiled again? Is he, Lord Sesshomaru, walking a fine line in his brother’s mind?
Even with his body heartily responding, Sesshomaru cannot allow those thoughts to be proven as a reality. He pulls back from the kiss reluctantly, waiting for InuYasha’s eyes to open.
His throat working to swallow, the hanyou does finally look at him again when no other move is made, and his brother is again looking sexily disheveled and undone. His pale skin illuminating in the dancing fire, surrounded by the curtain of mussed silver makes the hanyou catch his breath. For long moments, the two stare at one another with all the past and present anxieties in the real world hanging between them, weighing them down with duty and honor, pain and hope.
Finally, the demon lord’s heart cannot take the silence, “I would have given
my freedom to save you.”
InuYasha’s eyes go wide.
“I offered to return to exile to save you from the trial. I petitioned for your return every year since you were forced from my side.” He leans in to put them scant inches apart. “I fought for you, more than you can ever know, brother mine.” The memories try to re-surface in the demon lord’s mind: the moment he told the council he would return to exile to allow InuYasha time with his mother, time to grow a little, time to be a child... their looks of disdain that he would even make such a sacrifice still turns his stomach. And in this past of pain, Sesshomaru may lose himself in the regrets and bitterness as he has wallowed in for most of InuYasha’s life, all those carefully hidden emotions churning under the guise of disdain—yet, in the here and now, his brother is in his arms and in desperate need of his aid in order to stay alive. He could go into the whole sordid story, all the grim details, but with the earlier pulses, it would be time he’d need for seduction.
The hanyou stares at him, ears wilting, as he tries to pull his head outta what’s doing in his hakama to focus on this moment.
“Bleed me, InuYasha, for that is your right. But know that your absence from my side has caused a more painful wound than your claws could ever inflict.” With this, Sesshomaru releases the hanyou’s wrists but twines the free arm under the arse to hold him up against bare skin and pulls away from the wall to hold all the weight with his own massive strength. The hand still holding the tender column of throat holds the hanyou’s gaze directed, not allowing him to look away from the honesty in the demon lord’s golden gaze.
And InuYasha...InuYasha has never been one to take time to focus on the
why’s and
what for’s of his life. He’s never seen the benefit of lamenting the circumstances of his birth or his loneliness after Mother died. He’s never been one to wallow in self-pity or weak enough to lie down and just die because of things he cannot change. He has always dealt with the raw deal life gave him, adapted, and refused to become bitter just because of something stupid like life not being fair. Moreover, he’s never thought of himself as overly strong or brave, but simply pragmatic. He does what he does because even if he gets shit-on in his life, the weak should be to be protected. No one took up for him when he was a weak little kid, so why let someone else take an ass-kicking just because they’re up against someone stronger? He always wanted that, so why not pass it along? Actually, he’s always thought of himself as pretty damn selfish—taking up for the weaklings because somewhere in his heart of hearts, he wanted someone to take up for him when he was weak.
...even if he never realized it before, that’s exactly what Sesshomaru was trying to do all this time.
With the light in his brother’s eyes changing, Sesshomaru takes advantage of the impact his words have caused and leans back in for another searing kiss; the mouth under his perfectly pliant and sweet. For the hanyou, the burn is like a living thing worming, growing inside him, trying to wiggle its way up through him and into Sesshomaru’s mouth. The first time the Heat started kindling, it was torture but a slow one (maybe because he dived headlong into some cold ass water)—now, with Sesshomaru pressed so close and bare skin adding to the heat along with his own, the burning is more intense and acute. The instincts that tried to get him to weaken, the ones he fought with all the pride he has, are taking over.
While that mouth is attacking his like a motherfucker and the words still ringing in his ears, his head automatically tips back in some demon-lingo for submission or some shit. Not like he was a full demon or anything, but, fuck, for the life of him, he couldn’t start up the fight again. Not—not after, well, that.
Please, don’t be fucking with me, Sesshomaru. Let this be real so I don’t haveta shove Tetsuaiga up yer ass later... With this, he’s falling back into the haze, not even noticing that his brother is sinking to a crouch and balancing the hanyou’s ass on his thighs to reach between them and work the knot of InuYasha’s hakama ties. Rather, the face nuzzling into his exposed throat and collar bone feels good, so damn good. Without so much as a soft pet of his ears in the last five years, one bout of intimacy was not enough to sate the crazy part of him that, like any animal he supposed, needed,
craved affection—attention. Craved touch...to touch and be touched. But, is that so wrong? Well, fuck no. Demon siblings can-can have sex and stuff, no big deal. Even siblings that are really good with their tongues and mouths, even the ones with perfect upper bodies and hands that make the other shiver with barely a touch...
The hips jerk again, and the hanyou moans, hands moving up to thread through Sesshomaru’s silken tresses and cup the back of his brother’s head in both hands. His chest vibrates against Sesshomaru’s with a rolling growl of pleasure.
The demon lord’s hand finally leaves from between them and suddenly their hakamas merely fall away to bare their twin erections and long lengths of skin. Even the cuffs at their ankles are gone, cloth no longer separating their bodies from perusal. With only a thought, Moko-moko spreads itself out behind Sesshomaru, and still grasping InuYasha’s thighs, the demon lord allows gravity to take them both backwards for InuYasha to be on top, straddling his brother’s thighs. The hanyou is fully aroused and naked, sweet-smelling and flushed with desire, looking down at his equally bare sibling with the breath locked in his throat. Even in the pitiful light, Sesshomaru’s skin glows with ethereal beauty—too much for the eye to behold at once. The long graceful lines of throat, chest, arms, and abdomen; the sensuous curves and hollows made by his collar bone and musculature; the musk wafting from ever pore; all of it pulls at the hanyou like an awaiting feast to a starving man.
He’s already leaning closer before fully realizing he’s moved and pauses at the crucial moment...can he really...? But, it wouldn’t hurt to just give in to his urges just a little...right? Hell, anyone with a pulse would be tempted.
His mouth watering for a taste and hands itching, the hanyou clenches his fists and just
breathes. Pragmatically, he doesn’t want to die, and not for some stupid reason like Heat killing him. He’d never live it down (and fucked if all the other demons would laugh at him in the afterlife for being a complete dumbass. That shit wouldn’t roll.). It’s do or die time since Sesshomaru is making no move to force things along—it is up to the hanyou to make his choice.
Sesshomaru keeps himself from moving, but the effort makes little beads of sweat trickle from him. He sucks in a breath and closes his eyes for a moment—just a moment—and a sweep of hair fall tickles his face and throat. Softer than it appears, the sweet cloud smells of little brother, family, and need. The next sensation is a warm wetness that jars him enough to open his eyes and look down at the top of the head bent over his chest and a delicate pink tongue moving to lave the sweat from his left pectoral. The first stroke is tentative yet electrifying enough that a noise emerges from him without authorization. A gasp, perhaps a moan, both...?
The tongue pauses after the trepidations first stroke and a shiver passes through InuYasha still looming over his heart with tense biceps and clenched fists braced over Sesshomaru’s shoulders. The smell of arousal magnifies double and the hanyou dives back with mouth ready to taste once again. Lips and tongue move over the demon lord’s chest and up with more voracious appetite, and it appears little brother has found his courage and...Nnnngggg. The sharp edge of teeth kiss his throat and is soothed by a tongue, sucking and kissing. The mouth finds a tender spot right in the niche between neck and shoulder that makes the breath woosh out of Sesshomaru’s lungs—his carefully planned aloofness breaking under that curious and suddenly insatiable mouth...
As the demon lord before, the hanyou cannot help but be lured in more and more by the taste and texture of skin and muscle, of bone and the rushing of blood through the veins under him. The heady scent of big brother’s enjoyment and the lingering salt and coppery flavor is wholly Sesshomaru...and the hanyou simply cannot stop himself. He has never known addiction—that would be a weakness he couldn’t allow himself to feel, not when any weakness could be used against him by outside enemies. But there is not help for him once he gets a taste of bare flesh. He follows the path of tendons up the neck, savoring the skin unconsciously rubbing their straining erections together with gyrations he isn’t really aware of doing; all that he can think of is how much more there is for him to explore. Moving from throat to the gracefully pointed ears, his teeth gently gnaw the outer edge and his tongue darts in to sweep around the delicate shell. Hands thread through his hair again; Sesshomaru’s claws gently scratch his scalp and hold him closer in the same move. Even shorter than his brother, being on top puts them chest to chest, heart to heart. With that, the hanyou’s clenched hands move to brace himself on Sesshomaru’s shoulders instead.
The touch is somewhat bittersweet, nearly painful. During his own Heats, the lord had no emotional attachments. His only objective was to ease the burning inside his skin. His few partners were solely vessels for biological necessity; none were marked and thus were not incubators for progeny that may have come from such a torrid union (to the shame and dismay of a few)—for inu demons could impregnate a partner after sharing marks of ownership, the true mark of a mated pair. In his convoluted past, he sated the scorching burn with whatever female he found pleasing and gave off the correct pheromones to be the least bit enticing. The moment his Heat finally left him, each female repulsed him, not by deed or action, but as an affront to his very senses; the odor of sex and arousal, the skin marred with bruises from his handling, a satisfied look at luring
the Sesshomaru into her bed all disgusted him. Just as the fawning bitches from royal families reek of greed and arousal at every gathering he’s ever attended, the bitches he fucked in necessity only succeeded in quelling momentary needs of the flesh. In truth, if he is honest with himself, he has never experienced unadulterated pleasure in mating...that is, until little brother’s hands start moving over his flesh and that mouth latches on to a pink nubbin to suckle.
It is a phenomena he cannot (does not want to) explore—while he had meant to remain calm and in control during their earlier skirmish, all his plans eek away as his own flesh becomes more sensitive to tentative, feathery-touches of roughened fingertips; InuYasha carefully letting his hands trail from shoulders down to the bend of the arm that is more sensitive than the demon lord can ever remember being. Down the inside of his forearms and over to his abdomen draw out more noises and sensations than he can remember ever feeling. It so conflicting, the mouth working confidently and tongue flickering, but the touch of InuYasha’s hands so very cautious as if afraid to overstep some invisible boundary. So endearing is this hanyou with his brashness and bravery but his insecurities and care. It seems keeping himself removed and aloof from pleasure is proving to be more difficult than the Lord of the West previously conceived...The attention is tortuous, a sleek little tongue dipping into niches and hollows that have never caused such a spine-tingling reaction yet before. In all his dalliances, bloody and brutal or soft and sensuous, he has never been aroused by a partner.
Something twitches, a shadowy flicker in the slow burning firelight. It catches Sesshomaru’s eye as the suckling becomes licking and the mouth moves to his pectoral and finds the other nubbin of pleasure.
Flick, flick. Those enticing little triangles with soft fur and pink insides, the sweet taste, and reactions they draw from the hanyou are laying lazily against silvery hair, flickering once and a while when the demon lord moans and catches a breath as if trying to capture every sound. Gently, as if trying not to startle a hare before the pounce, Sesshomaru’s hands gingerly touch the small InuYasha’s back and follow the curve upward. The touch is electrifying, a completed conduit of youkai.
His curiosity still unsatisfied, Sesshomaru’s hands move further up until those clawed fingers find his ears and scratch lightly at the base. Normally, scratching behind the twitching triangles on his head does little for InuYasha’s libido—it just makes his belly feel warm when Kagome used to do it. But now, with Sesshomaru lightly raking the very tips of his claws over that crazy spot, a bolt of
something makes his spine arch and toes curls. The breath leaves his body in a rush ending with a moan, startling the both of them with the intensity.
Breathing hard, the demon lord gives a “hhn,” and scratches again. Abruptly, InuYasha’s arms go out, and he flops bonelessly against his brother’s chest; at the same time, his erection throbs painfully. The scratching goes on, making his body warm and tense at the same time, his face flame.
“So, little brother has a weak spot after all?” with an arm winding around the hanyou’s back, Sesshomaru flips them.
“Oi!” The hanyou now sprawled over moko-moko raises himself up on his elbows, legs lying over the lord’s thighs. “Damn ears.” His only weakness.
His grousing doesn’t stop the demon lord from leaning down to put them face-to-face, his hair cascading around them in a cloud of fine musk and arousal. The expression in his brother’s eyes sobers his embarrassed blustering, and he just stops with the false bravado—briefly reminded of his human night and the vow of protection, the same look he’s staring into now. Yeah, his brother had a way with words, sure. But what politician didn’t? He could spin all the bullshit he wanted, but the eyes were something that couldn’t lie.
So the hanyou falls silent, staring up into the still shockingly expressive eyes of his cold brother, the fire burning his skin where they touch.
“You are my only weakness,” is whispered between them.
“Keh,” but it is only a soft admonishment, “and yer my strength. Always have been, y’ moron. Why do ya think I just kept surviving all this time?”
Sesshomaru blinks silently in his own surprise, but the hanyou isn’t deterred, “if it weren’t for you, I mighta,
mighta, just laid down to die after Mother. I wouldn’t have kept movin’ forward....So, I guess I owe you or somethin’ and I ain’t all that good with gratitude—so...all I got to give back is....me.” His body arches with implied meaning, cheeks even pinker in embarrassment. “y-you can take me this time.” Is the hanyou going to admit he wants to be taken?
Hell fuckin’ no, but the facts do not change that the idea of Sesshomaru being inside him, moving to bring them both to the breaking point, makes his cock twitch hard against his brother’s.
A pause of hesitation, “with my claws...I cannot prepare you, Inu Yasha. It will not be...pleasant in the beginning.”
Well no shit, asshole. The hanyou’s expression turns flat, “you ran me through with your fucking
arm, dumbass. I think I can take a little pain.”
“Hn,” he leans in even closer, his breath fanning the younger’s flushed face, “as strong as you are, this pain is a different matter—“
Between words, the hanyou’s eyes go wide as his body (wound for far too long) gives a throb of youkai. The pulse is enough to physically push the demon lord back an inth and tears a cry from the hanyou’s throat. This pain drowns out his arousal; his muscles lock in the waves of agony. The full force of Heat hits him like an expanding fist of power and pain. His claws bite into his own palms, more blood scenting the air.
“Fuck,” the demon lord dead pans, face serious. The body under his freezes in the abrupt pain. Soon the spasms will start.
Sesshomaru hikes the hanyou’s legs higher and positions himself, leaning back over InuYasha’s twisted face.
No time... in a breath, only his own fluid lubricating him for entry, he penetrates the tight outer ring of his brother’s body. At the crucial moment, his fangs sink in to the soft flesh at the base of InuYasha’s throat; the hanyou’s body jackknifes at the physical pain at both ends of him and his youkai expands inside his skin. It feels like his insides are trying to rip his body open and escape, pushing against his skin with searing pain and power.
Sesshomaru, only a moment to gasp at the warm insides surrounding his throbbing member, releases his fangs with the metallic tinge of hanyou on his tongue, so sweet...He is brought back to the moment when a hand clasps onto his bicep, and he looks down into wide, scared golden eyes. InuYasha’s chest is heaving with short pants—but, more to the point, the hand clasping Sesshomaru’s arm (ironically the left one that was previously cut off) is lightly glowing with gentle golden power, his tan skin taking on the golden tint.
It is finally happening... “S-Sesshou...”
Gently, the demon lord’s hips move slowly back, and their mouths meet, an electric sizzle with their power clashing and melding. He silences the fear making the slightest catch in his brother’s tone and tries to make the beginning as easy as he can for the virgin. Time had again interrupted the demon lord’s plans to be gentle and attentive to the inexperienced hanyou; it seemed InuYasha’s body is determined to fight Sesshomaru’s good intentions. His hips shift in and back out, spreading the channel thrust by thrust, inching deeper and deeper slowly while InuYasha’s arm wound around the small of his back and made grunting noises in Sesshomaru’s mouth. His aura throbs with the same warmth turning hotter and hotter...
Another wave of youkai makes the hand around his bicep clench and the body spasm with power; the cry muffled by Sesshomaru’s mouth and tongue. No pain could be like this—even as InuYasha fought his own youkai before in an attempt to keep from becoming a berserking killer or when he fought Sou’ung’s influence filling him up like a cup fills up water. The demon lord understands why the brave fool is fighting his own power rather than accepting it as part of himself—it’s the instinctual reaction bred out of fighting strange youkai for the majority of his life in order to survive...but he cannot keep fighting himself, or else.
“Breathe, Sesshomaru...” “Do not fight your nature, my son.” Father.... It seems we are more alike than I had ever imagined. Keeping up his rhythm without a break, the demon lord leans down across the hanyou’s chest to a rosy nubbin just begging for his attention and finally wraps his free hand around the softening erection lying nestled in a nest of silvery curls. He works the svelte little body under him in several sweet spots at once—the chest and cock—while moving deeper and deeper inside, determined to get the hanyou out of his own head to respond to the outer stimuli.
The sexual aspect of a demon’s first Heat is secondary to the main event that differs vastly from the animal world, for maturation is comprised of more than physical growth (which the hanyou might not ever do) and sexual awakening as he had explained to InuYasha before the battle between Mongolian and Japanese forces; Heat is the awakening of raw power and potential, when the ‘true’ youkai amasses in full. If their sire and Sesshomaru’s own Heat were any indications of how the hanyou would fare, then the backlash would be detrimental to one other than a full-blooded demon. A lesser being might be destroyed by the awakening potential.
As it is, his hips finally find the right spot—InuYasha’s body arches and his eyes widen with the abrupt pleasure—longer strokes reseating in a clean line; with each hit against that spot, each pull against a hardening member, the pulse of youkai is pressing against him with more and more force. His own body is fighting its’ instinct to give more and more, to achieve the pinnacle of pleasure and spill himself inside his addictive little brother, but he has to make the hanyou reach his height of power first...but the friction, the pressure of that tight warmth....
Under him, InuYasha is in Hell. He feels the demon in his blood climbing and tries to keep it subdued while feeling this intensity. The initial pain, like that fucker said, was a kind of pain he had never known before. Leave to that icy bastard to understate the obvious!
But, the bite of teeth is gone and the slow movement of hips fills him in a way that is so different...and strange. Not like a sword, a hand, claws, or youkai ripping through his body, but filling in a way that almost feels natural...like he’s needed this feeling for so long. It’s then that his brother’s mouth finds his in this fucking weird moment, making his belly tighten uncomfortably amidst the grunts. But still, he wraps his arms around Sesshomaru’s back while trying to adjust to the power pulsing inside him and the invasion of the dick up his ass. To say the least, it’s uncomfortable as fuck in the beginning, but gets easier as movement and friction take over....
He took it without bitchin’ and gods damned if I whine.
But then, something inside him gives and the head of that penetrating cock hits a spot inside his body he never knew existed. An abrupt feeling of utter pleasure washes through him in a wave, taking his mind away from the thrumming power expanding in his skin.
“Ah! G-gods...”
And again, the spot is hit more sharply. “Haaa.”
“There is little brother’s perfect place,” those words whispered against his nipple rub over him like the fur rubbing against his back.
“F-fuck!”
Sesshomaru rises up over him, braces both hands over the hanyou’s shoulders, and gives that crazy little smile once again...
II
The cavern is hot beyond what a human would be able to stand; the maddening, relentless pace would most definitely be one’s final demise. Sesshomaru, carefully controlled Lord of the West, is crimson-eyed and insane, moving with demonic speed over the younger hanyou under him. The keening youth is at his peak, almost screaming at the tortuous tightening of his body as his spot is hit over and over. Sesshomaru is already bat-shit crazed and not letting up even for a second; the slight pain of penetration is worse with the strength and speed of a full demon, but damn if it don’t feel good at the same time. His body doesn’t know what to feel, the pain or the pleasure, all the signals are mixed up in his head with the pulsing of his demonic energy trying to escape his flesh. It’s all too much, and staring up into his normally composed brother’s face is drawing the wildness out of the hanyou. His deadly claws rake into his brother’s back with a particularly hard thrust, and the scent of blood, fresh and power, is the final stimulus needed to break his concentration and bring his blood to the fore.
Fear invades for a split second, a moment that InuYasha tries to fend off his release to stay in control of himself; the beast in him would go for Sesshomaru’s throat or belly,
you are my weakness... He closes his eyes while his body is plundered, biting into his lip hard enough to draw blood.
Without pausing in pumping sweet hanyou ass, Sesshomaru snarls and leans in to put his face a mere breath from InuYasha’s, panting in the strain. He hikes the lithe body higher to hit that spot dead on, and the hanyou’s golden shoot open at the position change taking away all his thoughts on controlling his beast. Right there, Sesshomaru’s face takes up the whole of his vision, the demon lying in wait under the normally icy exterior stares in his eyes so deeply, he may be looking into InuYasha’s very soul. Those blue pupils dilate sharply, and a rolling purr is the best speech the demon can muster with the punishing pace,
“Lll-liberate-your-beast.”
The small place inside InuYasha, the one that strives to break free of his self-imposed, rigid barriers, surges through the hot, racing blood. Red takes over the whites of his eyes, fangs lengthen, claws sharpen, and the hanyou’s power finally, finally burst in the same moment a fiery orgasm slams into him from out of nowhere. InuYasha’s body arches sharply, head thrown back, and an animalistic howl erupts from the depth of his chest, spilling from his throat in pleasure tinged in pain. Every nerve ending tingles and burns as his seed explodes over the two of them, the power like a double-edged blade of ecstasy and agony...
I’ll never survive this! In a crash, his aura lashes out sharply with the force of a thousand men charging into battle—slamming into Sesshomaru viciously with intense golden light. The twist of power, demonic and holy, eat at the demon lord’s skin and tries to shove him back from his finale; the animal refuses to be tossed away from the delectable creature he’s been fucking—not when he was so close, not when this little one smelled so much of family. He would spill himself inside the incredibly powerful hanyou, not matter the wounds he would suffer in the process. His claws sink into the hips of the body beneath him, and he fights the waves of power to shove himself back inside to the hilt before the waves of pleasure peak, and his body arches in a graceful line. His seed fills the keening hanyou to the brink. Time stop and the waves of youkai fade to a gentle pulsing.
In the aftermath, the crimson bleeds out of Sesshomaru’s eyes first and he weakly falls on top the panting hanyou with his heart thundering in his ears. The taste of his own pulse on the back of his tongue is the only thing his senses can read—everything else is fuzzy in the aftermath of such pleasure.
Long moments of crushing InuYasha’s frantically falling chest finally brings him back to the moment, and Sesshomaru pushes himself up to look down at his little brother. Eyes closed, pulse still racing, the hanyou is tacky with sweat, seed, and blood, breathing but completely out cold.
His muscles still weak with the intensity of the hanyou’s Heat, Sesshomaru moves off his little brother without further pause and lifts the smaller male with both arms, hefting the boneless body as he stands. His silver waterfall of hair sticks to the claw marks marring his back as he carries the hanyou down into the hot springs cavern. They would need to be clean for the next round. In no way would the hanyou be ready to leave in less that three days. Settling in one of the deeper pools, he arranges InuYasha to lie against his chest and focuses his concentration on the feel emanating from every inch of the younger demon.
He is...so very different from before. The waves of youkai, his aura of power
and the hidden potential in his Halfling blood, are that of a changed creature. The full manifestation would remain to be seen; perhaps after they arrived back in the West, rigorous training would enlighten the demon lord to the extents of which InuYasha would now be capable. Indeed, for a hanyou, his resilience was only partially thanks to his indomitable will and heart but more a matter of his exquisite body focusing,
channeling the excess youkai in his blood to wounds and crucial strikes. It seems life would become very different for the youth once they finally vacate this sanctuary...
Steam slowly curves and dips around the hanyou’s ears and draws the demon lord’s eyes down to the twitching triangles. Muscles contort against his chest and the hanyou arches abruptly even as a high-pitched whine spills from his chest even as the jaw clenches against such a sound.
InuYasha’s eyes open, warring between golden pupils and crimson-filled; his body responds with physical need.
Hn. It would be a long few days...
A/N:
So....anyone notice how the Burakumin gang got their comeuppance in the end? Lolz. Loved that. They might show up later. Who knows?
Btw: I didn’t want this one to be so long and drawn out as the others; it’s just for lemony goodness. But, many of you have posed an interesting quandary about the uke/seme roles and Mpreg. Lots of votes about it. Well, the truth is... I don’t know about all that yet, so I’m really sorry. Keep voting/making a case for it and the story might progress with the mpreg stuff. Guess we will have to see what progresses. : I hope this isn’t too disappointing to those that enjoy the story.
Also: thanks SO MUCH to those of you that leave comments. I read them when I can’t get motivate (like with this chappie, I guess). Not much humor here. Next chapter, the fighting hanyou will be back.
PS: I NEED A BETA. Anyone interested, please apply.
