How long can you do without....

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

Thankeeee to my beta, who I'm pretty sure has pulled out a lot of hairs due to frustration, after reading my drafts… :O)
TWaR: I didn’t pull out that many…
Chapter 2: Monday morning.
Inuyasha’s room.
Inuyasha moved his head slowly, as he tried to pull himself to lucidity. The hanyou groaned, massaging his temples in slow circles. He yawned wide, his fangs gleaming in the streams of light that penetrated his room. Stretching out his arms, he jumped out of his makeshift bed-a small, cramped couch.
He snorted audibly, casting a look of loathing at the immaculate form of his half brother, stretched lazily across ‘his’ bed. Already his elder sibling’s scent was claiming the room.
‘Baka’s already made himself at home.’ He grumbled to himself. He wrinkled his nose in disgust, then averted his attention to the events of the previous night.
He sighed warily, first the bet that had his balls on the verge of turning blue and god forbid-exploding, and now he had to share his room with his arrogant half brother! ‘Dammit! Something’s gotta give, sooner or later!’ His clawed hands twitched in response.
Last night was the worst night of his life. First his baka of a half brother announced he was there to ‘supervise’ him. ‘Keh! Like I needed to be supervised by that albino mutt!’ he huffed inwardly, crossing both arms across his chest.
Then he found out that the pompous ass was the one who wooed Kagome from her treasured virginity! ‘Bastard’s on the top of my ‘to neuter’ list!’ He balled a fist, scowling darkly with murderous thoughts.
“Listen here Sesshoumaru, I don’t know what you’re trying to pull, but don’t you get in my way!” growled Inuyasha, eyes blazing with suppressed fury.
Sesshoumaru regarded his younger sibling coolly. Then tilting his head a fraction, he inspected his claws with an air of boredom, purposely ignoring the presence of the infuriated hanyou. He paused, then began talking in droll, even tone.
“This Sesshoumaru knows not what you speak of hanyou.”
Inuyasha bares his fangs, a furious growl erupting from his throat. He staggers clumsily toward his reclining half brother, nearly getting tangled on the sheets pooled around his ankles.
“Everyone here doesn’t know about ‘us’.”
Sesshoumaru sighed heavily, closing his eyes fully while falling back on the soft cushions, pilled on top of Inuyasha’s soft bed.
“What about ‘us’.”
“Do I have to bark it out for you? They have no idea about me being a hanyou! Or the existence of youkai for that matter! For all they know, I was just a chromosome short and had pre-mature white hair!”
“Indeed.” smirked Sesshoumaru, sparing a condescending glance at the hanyou’s rough and tangled tresses. He gracefully ran his elegant claws through the silky strands of platinum hair adorning his head. He flicked the end towards Inuyasha’s scowling face, knowing that it would irritate the brash hanyou to no end. Inuyasha sneezed then growled, but refrained from making any comments.
Sesshoumaru smirked in silent satisfaction, as the desired effect took place. His lips turned up to a smug smile.
Inuyasha snarled more viciously, his eyes slowly receding to a pinkish haze. He cracked his knuckles loudly when all of a sudden the hanyou’s demeanor lightens to one of sly persuasion. He grinned almost to himself, a soft rumble echoing in his chest. His grin widens. ‘Yes that could work to my advantage.’ A mish mash of ideas slowly coagulated in his brain, trying to formulate into one decisive master plan.
‘Change tactics. I must be smooth about this. I’ll kill two birds with one stone!’ He tapped his chin in a contemplative manner. “Since you’re here anyway, big bro.”
Sesshoumaru raised an eyebrow to the sudden change in the hanyou’s tone. Not liking it one bit, he fastened his narrowed eyes to Inuyasha’s approaching form.
“I noticed that you and Kagome have this thing going. How about, you two get together again. Hell, I’ll even help you.”
“What is between Kagome and I, shall remain unspoken and our own. If it is her wish to be discreet regarding our affair, I will respect as much.” Sesshoumaru fastened his eyes to Inuyasha, hard and chilling. “You will utter no word or I will personally cut off your lips and glue them on your eyebrows by means of my poison.”
Inuyasha blanched, staring fearfully at his half brother’s hand. He gulped nervously, beads of sweat, traversing his forehead and down his shirt.
“Humor this Sesshoumaru ‘little brother’, how is it that you would now choose to help me with Kagome? When just last night you reeked of anger, upon discovering it was I who took her maiden head?” the elder purred, sitting up.
“Bastard!” Inuyasha ground out. He narrowed his eyes glinting like steel, even as his fists clenched tight, drops of crimson blood, seeping out like jeweled orbs around his fists.
“You desire her.” surmised Sesshoumaru. He observed Inuyasha, noting the tension in his posture and the hurt that continued to radiate off him. “Yet she did not reciprocate your feelings.”
Inuyasha growled low, locking eyes with his half brother. His clenched hands shook uncontrollably with pent up anger. He bit his lower lip in an effort to subdue his temper.
“Whelp! Answer me. Why is it that you now want to help us get together?”
Sesshoumaru deliberately leaned in to his younger sibling’s face. His expression grim and his tone cold.
“It’s only for this week!” blurted out the hanyou, taking a defensive step back.
Sesshoumaru’s eyes narrowed into a predatory slit. “Why only this week?” he snarled, his jaki flaring wildly about him. Inuyasha looked around. His brother’s jaki slowly cracking glass objects in his room, while other articles were being callously thrown about, caught in an invisible whirlwind.
The room shook, under the tremendous power now slowly surfacing and coalescing around Sesshoumaru. His hands started glowing an iridescent green.
“Shit, Sesshoumaru, not now!” pleaded Inuyasha, trying hard to placate his full blooded youkai half brother, before he reverted into complete blood lust.
“Tell-me.” barked the elder.
Sesshoumaru circled the hanyou.
“I-It’s a stupid bet!” cried a panicked Inuyasha. “No sex or masturbation for one week. $800 is at stake!”
Sesshoumaru bowed his head, closing his pinkish eyes. He took one shuddering breath, exhaling through tense lips. When he opened them, they were once again the warm topaz jewels that captured the sun’s rays in amber perfection.
“W-what are you gonna do?”
Sesshoumaru grinned. He took out his wallet, carefully pulling out a bundle of $100 notes, placing them on top of Inuyasha’s bed.
“Would this suffice?” he asked dryly.
Inuyasha gawked at him, his right eye twitching. “Eh?”
“Isn’t it obvious hanyou? This Sesshoumaru will be part of your foolish bet. However, ‘our’ bet will not leave the confines of this room.”
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Fifteen minutes later.
Sango and Inuyasha are in the kitchen. Inuyasha sat slumped heavily on the chair, drinking his mug of coffee, looking out the window with disinterested eyes. A pair of birds, chirp merrily as they perch precariously on a branch situated not far from the same window, the hanyou was presently looking at.
“Damn birds! I ought to fry them in butter for breakfast.” He mumbled. He unceremoniously popped half a piece of toast in his mouth. Miniscule brown crumbs tumbled down his shirt.
“What are you? A cat in a past life?”
Inuyasha choked loudly, thumping rigorously on his chest.
“Lil’ help!” he rasped out.
Sango walks casually to his side. Lifting her right arm, she makes a powerful swing at the hanyou’s head.
SMACK.
“God dammit, Zena! That hurt!” yelled an irate Inuyasha, vigorously massaging his bruised head. “And you were supposed to hit me on the back! Why the hell did you aim for my head?”
“Practice shot?” Smiled Sango sweetly.
“Practice shot my ass! I could’ve had a concussion!” grumbled the hanyou, giving the other girl the evil eye. Sango glares back at him, holding up an amulet renowned for it’s protection against the evil eye.
Miroku walked briskly into the tense scene. His hair tousled, face askew. Dark circles evident under his eyes.
“I'm out!” announced Miroku, slamming two one hundred dollar notes on the table loudly.
“Hey, ugly girl, did you sneak into his room?” asked Inuyasha, turning a scrutinizing look at Sango, who stood opposite him, still clutching the amulet in front of her.
“Areh?.. Don't pin this on me you mongrel! Who's to say, 'you' didn't do it with him last night?” spluttered Sango. Her palms hitting the table with such force it toppled the hanyou's coffee mug on the table with a pronounced splatter. The rich dark liquid contained in the mug, flowed freely on the cream colored table cloth, seeping deep into white textile. “I could always dust for prints you know.” smirked Sango.
Miroku smiled widely.
“I’m not dusting ‘that’.” huffed a horrified Sango, pointing at Miroku’s loins.
“Oi! No way in hell my gates swing that way!” bellowed Inuyasha, his fists clenching. His sudden anger gone, turning once again to the surprisingly silent Miroku. He put his hands down his sides, tilting his head to peer into Miroku's shadowed eyes, the hanyou's eyes narrow.
“How did you manage to ....”
Unable to meet his friend's intent gaze, Miroku simply looked away, both lips scrunched tightly. His silence and rouged cheeks wordlessly confessing to a night full of self gratification.
Inuyasha howled in laughter, clutching his belly with one hand, thumping the table with the other with glee.
“And here I thought you would at least last two days.” Sighing, Sango sat down on a chair. Picking up a still warm piece of toast, she spread a liberal amount of butter on the slightly grilled slice.
“Oi! That’s mine!” complained Inuyasha. Sango rolled her eyes.
“Give me some credit woman.” groaned Miroku. “I could have lasted longer… if I really wanted to.”
“Surely you jest!” snorted Sango sarcastically, taking another bite of her toast. Inuyasha looked on, his eyes still twinkling in laughter.
“Morning guys.” greeted Kagome, stretching her arms high above her head.
“Tit of the morning-I mean top of the morning to you too Kagome-chan!” Grinned Miroku.
Inuyasha fell back along with his chair. The mirth clearly seen on his face, as he rolled around in floor laughing until tears streaked down his cheeks. Sango smirked wordlessly pointing at her friend’s chest.
Kagome flushed pink. Her light camisole was translucent in the sun’s rays, her pink nipples protruding visibly through the gossamer-thin fabric.
Just then, a thought crossed Kagome. She paused, then looked at Miroku, her brows furrowing. She studied him briefly, noting the peevish expression on his face.
“Any protection the bet may have given us, was lifted as of last night, Kagome-chan” informeded Sango. “The lech lives.”
Kagome grinned. “I knew it! I knew from the start, you wouldn’t last!” she cried jumping up and down. “Show me the money!”
Miroku’s mouth dropped.
“Kagome, stop it! You’re jiggling in places you shouldn’t be.” groaned Inuyasha, slapping a hand on his forehead.
“Pray tell, who would not last?”
Kagome spun around, her hair whipping in a semi-circle. She stared, gaping in shock.
Sesshoumaru strode in wearing only a towel. Even with such little garb, his presence still commanded respect and awe. His skin still dewy wet from the shower, his lustrous hair slicked back with a platinum sheen. Kagome swallowed nervously, her eyes traveling lower. Sesshoumaru’s finely chiseled abs stood out proudly attesting to hours of strenuous workout in the gym. Kagome stared hungrily after his form, panting heavily with each graceful movement he made.
Miroku whistled.
The hanyou covers Miroku’s eyes with his hands.
“Dammit fluffers! Cover yourself up, you too Kagome, before the lech end up with an aneurism from sensory overload.” shouted Inuyasha. He covered the flushed Kagome with his own bathrobe while sparing his elder sibling a scolding gaze.
Kagome nods her head bowing it to the point that it overshadowed her face. She sighed as the hanyou slipped the robe around her form. Kagome eeped softly in surprise, finding herself almost buried by the hanyou’s thick robe. Sesshoumaru seethed inside, his blood boiling at the open claim of the hanyou to ‘his’ female. He growled jealously, reddish spurts, flitting across his eyes.
Sesshoumaru strode quietly in calculated steps toward the still blushing Kagome, trying to regain his composure. The closer he got, the heavier Kagome’s pants became. Inuyasha raised an eyebrow mimicking his elder sibling’s mannerism unconsciously. Sesshoumaru stops in front of Kagome ignoring the menacing growls rumbling in Inuyasha’s throat.
He leaned in, dexterously parting her bangs with nimble fingers. Kagome watched his elegant hands dance across her face, her breathing coming to a screeching halt.
“Wow!” gawked Sango, refraining from eating her breakfast. “This is better than those t.v. soaps!”
“Tch!” snorted Inuyasha, who tried hard to subdue the youkai blood stirring in veins.
“Beauty of such rarity should never be hidden.” Whispered Sesshoumaru huskily, lightly tilting Kagome’s chin, to meet his heated gaze.
Kagome stared at the honeyed depths that many times turned her knees into liquid. A shiver ran through her, igniting an unquenchable lust. With one look she knew she was lost, hypnotized to do whatever he bid her. She nibbled on her lower lip pitching forward until their lips almost touch.
“Ahem.”
Miroku clears his throat, dispelling the thick atmosphere.
“Dammit!” cursed the hanyou. “I almost had the money then!”
Inuyasha smacks Miroku on the side of the head. Kagome shakes her head free of the scorching desire that still lingered stubbornly. She watched with disappointed eyes as Sesshoumaru stepped back from her. He smirked, walking leisurely around Kagome, parading the sheer perfection of his body alone.
“Your body calls to me Kagome. I feel your need.” he breathed in her ear. His warm breath fanning the raging fire that devoured her completely.
“M-my need?” she stammered.
“My body.” he answered softly. “As yours is mine.”