Affliction

Dense clouds hovered about the obsidian sky, starlight concealed amid the fluff. Rain dribbled down the windows as thunder rolled gently in the abyss. Sesshomaru could feel his flesh beginning to heat just by looking at Inuyasha; the hanyou marvelled over the look of mixed comfort and arousal in those golden orbs, giving them a gleam that was reserved only for him. Life was becoming exciting, promising. Inuyasha was a concoction of love's contact high and bliss; uncertainty shrouded the forefront of the young demon's emotions during the first session of the courting which rapidly molded into fear and rejection. Now, it was as though the stars had aligned. Everything was wonderfully perfect. Laving at his brother's mouth, Sesshomaru explored the swollen pink lips with deliberate and teasing strokes. A sound of pleasure rumbled in his throat as Inuyasha arched for their bodies to meet. Warmth against warmth caused a series of ravenous want to scale Sesshomaru's body; only one thought drifted into recognition from amid the incoherent babble rattling around - it had been to pleasure his mate.

Passion flared as the couple rolled like the thunder beneath the sheets, bodies meshing into one entity. Sesshomaru fastened his mouth to Inuyasha's once more, tracing the plump folds with his tongue to draw out primitive moans from his mate. With desperate and trembling fingers, Inuyasha traipsed through the silvery mane and clung onto the silky mat. Never becoming aware of how comfortable and yet sensual his partner could be, the youkai broke their kiss being in awe at the sight his amber eyes beheld. A deep affection, love perhaps, flowed...no...roared too strongly for it to be chained, to be secret. Sesshomaru yearned to share this upon Inuyasha, if not by words, that by touch.

Sesshomaru allowed his sweat glistened body to cover Inuyasha's, laving swirls along the flesh that spread his brother's jawline. Fantasies and needs collided, the outside world no longer existed. Stroking the silvery blanket of dampen tendrils, Inuyasha basked in the affection showering down. Decades of hatred had once reigned now only conquered by an unnamable emotion; the hanyou was certain there was something far greater than love, and if so, then this was that something. Locked together, both demons thundered across satin sheets only to have them lifelessly tumble to the floor. Sesshomaru couldn't get enough of him. Every inch the youkai licked or caressed, kissed or rubbed, a throbbing and tingling sensation burned there. Power nor dominance could ever replace this need, this desire, the purebred held for his lover. Senses sharpening, Inuyasha was enveloped in Sesshomaru's lust.

Bathing Inuyasha's hardened erection with lavender oil and entrance to the pathway of something sacred, Sesshomaru worked the fleshy appendage until moans of urgency filled his elfin ears. A fingers waltzed across the bulging tip, pinching and fondling and massaging until a viscid liquid began to seep down the sides. Upon cleansing in the essence dripping away, a digit glided against the globes just below the engorged flesh, caressing against the hidden land just behind. Azure orbs squinted while strangled sounds, mixed between pleasure and torment, squealed from the writhing body below. Inuyasha began to uncontrollably hump against the air as the blazing desire for the youkai began to flower. Positioning his own quivering member, Sesshomaru drove into his brother and momentarily rested there; hoisting one of Inuyasha's legs up into a bend, the youkai began to lick at the bare foot which ending with the sucking of soft toes. Inuyasha was caught somewhere inbetween a delicious dream and a distorted reality - an indescribable void lurked among the array of carnal emotion.

Hips pivoted in lethargic circles accompanied ever so often by a dip upwards as Sesshomaru buried himself within the constricted cavern of the hanyou. Beads of sweat waved the heaving bodies as cries of unadulterated desire roared; this void, this enigma, pulled at Inuyasha. Ensnaring the thick appendage of the half-breed, Sesshomaru began a pace of strokes that matched the rhythm already in motion. Feeling the draw of the passion together, Inuyasha's essence spattered along his mate's hand and chest, Sesshomaru releasing into the hanyou at the same moment. Arching into Sesshomaru's arms, Inuyasha felt attuned to that void that had now be filled. Not by golden orbs radiating with affection, nor by the satisfaction of sexual tension diminished by a mate, but something intimate, etherwordly, miracle-esque...