Baseballs and Bottoms

A/N You will note, I had to take out the 'oneshot' designation on this sucker, LOL. Just had a pause in between stories where I felt the need to write something, and this came to mind. And now I'm gonna have to freaking write more. My muse is a stone cold bitch, I swear. Anyway, enjoy the spanking goodness.

warnings: oh, spanking, solo M...I believe that's all again.

Chapter 2 - Baseballs and Bottoms

Inuyasha knew he was grinning like a maniac, and he hoped Sesshoumaru had seen him before his brother was face down over father’s lap. He wanted Sesshoumaru to know he was watching. Hopefully it would make him writhe. Fucking bastard. Inuyasha should have known it was him. Jerk was always such a devious, vindictive ass, Inuyasha really should have figured it out. He didn’t know why Sesshoumaru had done it, but his brother should have been at the top of his list once he’d realized someone was trying to get him into trouble.

Fucker.

Seeing Father yanking Sesshoumaru’s pants down past his knees with a jerk hard enough to tear seams, a situation Inuyasha had been in far too often lately, Inuyasha couldn’t help yell out.

“How’s it feel, asshole? Try and look dignified now, you stupid jerk!” He was glad for the reinforced windows Father had put in when they were young. His father had always said that just because you had super-sensitive hearing didn’t mean you couldn’t have privacy. And now, Inuyasha could privately crow over finally getting to see his brother completely and utterly humiliated. Finally. He didn’t think the supercilious bastard had done anything to merit this type of punishment since before Inuyasha could remember. So why the hell had Sesshoumaru done something this stupid? He had to have known he’d get caught if he kept doing it, unless his damn head had grown so big he’d thought he was above any sort of punishment any more.

“I am sooooo going to get you back, bastard. You just wait.” Inuyasha growled in his throat and then gloated as he saw Sesshoumaru’s body jerk with the first blow.

“HA! Take that!” Inuyasha chortled and made obscene gestures towards his brother, wishing he could open the window so he could be sure Sesshoumaru knew his punishment was being witnessed. Of course, if he did that, he’d likely end up face down over Father’s lap as well, so he had to be content with taunting him, unheard, through the window and telling him all about it when they had a moment alone.

Father’s hand started to rise and fall in a regular rhythm while Sesshoumaru squirmed, his legs kicking madly. Inuyasha could see Sesshoumaru trying to look back, yelling something with such an outraged look on his face that it made Inuyasha smile happily. Father was going to really lay into him if he was lipping off like that. Laughing to himself, Inuyasha noticed his brother’s pale bottom starting to glow pink as his father continued slapping his ass. He hoped Sesshoumaru couldn’t sit easily for the rest of the day. No, the rest of week!

He let his eyes focus in on his brother’s ass. He was going to milk every ounce of enjoyment he could get from his brother’s humiliation. The stupid bastard was always so fucking…wordy. He hardly ever cursed and yet he could still make Inuyasha feel like he was just three inches tall: worthless. Well, Inuyasha was going to watch all of this and think of some truly great shit to say to make Sesshoumaru absolutely cower.

“Sesshoumaru, you’re ass was so red it looked like…um, a tomato.” Inuyasha scowled as he looked at the dark pink cheeks of his brother’s bottom below him. He wished his father would stop spanking him for a sec so he could concentrate on what they looked like. He needed to think. Tomato was lame. Anyway, Sesshoumaru’s ass wasn’t red, it was this rosy, flushed pinkish color – was there a name for that? He didn’t think he’d ever seen something that color before, except for maybe the rose petals his mother put in her vases sometimes, but that was entirely too lame to use as an insult.

“Your ass looked like a pink rose? Yeah, like that’s going to piss him off.” Inuyasha snorted and tried to think of something that was really poetic and intellectual while still demeaning and nasty; something that was better than anything Sesshoumaru could dream up in a million years.

He couldn’t think of anything.

“Fuck, his ass really does look like a rose,” he muttered to himself, licking his bottom lip absently as he kept his eye on Sesshoumaru’s bared flanks. His brother was always so perfect: perfect skin - bastard never even got acne - perfect height, perfect hair…it wasn’t fair that he had a perfect ass too!

“Fucker! You can’t have a perfect ass! There’s no fucking such thing as a perfect ass!! I bet it…it… I bet it’s really flabby and totally disgusting, like wet dough!” Inuyasha nodded to himself, watching. Sesshoumaru didn’t have a perfect ass. That was some wacked out delusion brought on by the fact that his fucking buns looked really kinda, sorta, actually pretty when they were all pink like that. It was like his ass was blushing or something.

Could asses blush? Not that ‘your ass was blushing’ sounded any more insulting than ‘your ass was a rose.’ Actually, it sounded like he was trying to complement the bastard or something.

“That’s just sick. Sick and wrong. So sick and wrong it’s like Malaria and Jack the Ripper altogether. SICK and WRONG!” Inuyasha yelled and turned away from the window, breathing heavily as he clawed at the curtains covering his face. He made it out from underneath them alive, barely, and stood still as the image of Sesshoumaru’s body wouldn’t leave its position behind his eyes. He could still see his father’s hand coming down forcefully on Sesshoumaru’s vulnerable ass, his brother’s cheeks shaking with the blow as his entire body shimmied from the force of it. His ass had just kept getting darker and darker pink. Would it actually get red? Just how long was Father going to keep spanking him?

Inuyasha bit his lip hard enough to draw blood and twitched the curtain aside to look before he thought more about it. Sesshoumaru was standing, holding his ruined pants as Father scowled down at him and lectured.

“Well…damn,” Inuyasha said softly. He jumped at the sound of his own voice and stepped quickly away from the window. What the hell was wrong with him? Sesshoumaru was sure to get more punishment than this for being such complete and total asshole, so why did Inuyasha wish he’d still been over Father’s knees? It was too weird. With a huff, Inuyasha flung himself backwards onto the bed, bouncing slightly against the mound of pillows he’d accumulated over the years. He grabbed a bright, red face pillow and plopped it behind his head as he half slouched there.

His body felt uncomfortable, a little wriggly inside, and he didn’t think he liked it. It was kind of like when he’d caught the twins Kikyou and Kagome bathing naked in the creek earlier in the summer. He’d felt excited and tingly and jittery; maybe it came from watching something you weren’t supposed to rather than something sexual like he’d originally thought at the time?

And if something sexual had worked to take care of it last time, maybe…? Inuyasha popped up and locked his door, leaping back to his bed and arranging himself. Looking down, he realized that he was a little hard… Maybe this would actually help. He unbuttoned his fly, shimmying a little as he pushed the waistband of his jeans down his thighs. Good thing he’d gone commando, he thought, smirking, and grabbed himself roughly. He tried to think of the normal cast: big breasted women with dark hair.

Nothing happened.

He thought of women in various positions, gripping himself tightly as his hand moved, and he started going limp.

“What gives? Stupid dick, what the hell’s wrong with you?” Too bad he couldn’t spank his dick, too, to make it behave. It worked on Sesshoumaru, after all. His cock twitched and Inuyasha’s eyes grew round.

“No fucking way,” he whispered hoarsely. That wasn’t it, was it? He wasn’t getting turned on by seeing Sesshoumaru get his ass whupped, was he? Not like lots of youkai didn’t have feelings like that for their siblings, but Sesshoumaru was an ASSHOLE. Another sibling who was cute and sweet, maybe a little cool, that would be one thing, but Sesshoumaru?

Just because the jerk had a perfect ass… His cock gave another little twitch and Inuyasha grunted. ‘Oh fine. Contrary mother fucker. We’ll do it, but I swear, you better be over this after, because no way am I fantasizing more than once about him. Once is plenty. Got it?”

Inuyasha tried to remember everything he’d just watched, and he groaned as his entire body responded. Sesshoumaru’s snow white skin was so smooth it was like water poured over muscle, he thought, and his hips thrust a little into his hand. His ass had been round and muscled, the cleft between the cheeks tight and deep. It had stayed shadowy white as the rest of his ass started to glow with color. What would it have felt like to grip there tightly, running your hands down in between his ass while he kissed you?

Inuyasha moaned, his eyes closed, imagining his brother over him. Sesshoumaru would reach down to take Inuyasha’ face in his hand and kiss him like he was trying to suck out his soul through his mouth. His brother had always felt so hot; such a damn surprise when his skin seemed like it would be icy and cold. He’d feel his chest against his own, Sesshoumaru’s member pressing against his belly, and then he’d reach around and grab that perfect, perfect ass.

“Heh.” And Sesshoumaru would yelp with pain, because it was still pink and aching from the spanking. Inuyasha could scrape his claws just slightly over the burning skin and make Sesshoumaru whine in discomfort and a little arousal, because…it was sexy. He could have him be sexy in his own head, dammit. Sesshoumaru would pull at Inuyasha’s pants, forcing them down to his ankles and then lick his way back up.

Inuyasha’s strokes grew frantic as his release grew closer.

Sesshoumaru’s mouth would hover over Inuyasha’s cock, his tongue slipping out to tickle the tip of it, and just before he took Inuyasha into his mouth he’d smile at him with that sadistic little smirk of his.

“Your ass is next, Inuyasha.”

Inuyasha grunted harshly as he came, his eyes wide and blind as the orgasm hit him hard. He shuddered, laying on his bed as his body recovered and his mind slowly grew hysterical.

“What. The fuck. Was that??” Had he just thought of Sesshoumaru telling him he was going to…spank him? And THAT was what made everything get so tight and hot that he came?

“Fuck. That’s just…fuck, that’s messed up.” He jerked angrily at a shirt laying on the bed next to him and wiped himself off in furious swipes. “Stupid bastard and his stupid perfect ass and…and… I hope you can’t sit for a fucking MONTH!”

A knock sounded on the door and he jumped. “Wh-what is it?” His voice cracked and he cleared his throat.

“Dinner time, Inuyasha!” Oh crap, it was mom. Thank the gods she was just a human. The door wasn’t as sound-proofed as the windows, after all. If dad had been there and heard him jacking off…spanking humiliation would be nothing compared to that.

“I-I’ll be there in a minute!” He grabbed another shirt and dunked it in his water cup, wiping at himself to wash up better. He rooted around the jungle that was his closet floor until he found the retarded cologne Kagome had given him for Christmas once. At least it would cover up the smell of his seed until he’d had a bath. Bad enough he was going to be sitting across from Sesshoumaru after he’d just jerked off to the thought of him; he didn’t need to broadcast the fact that he’d just come.

And now all his cool insults were screwed too, because he sure as hell wasn’t going to be able to talk about Sesshoumaru being spanked without fucking blushing, and probably smelling aroused too, which he was just NOT going to do. No fucking way.

He really, really didn’t want to give his dad any more ideas about the two of them hooking up or something. The man was weird enough about that sort of thing as it was. He was just going to go down to dinner, eat it, and leave as soon as physically possible.

And never think of this again on pain of death.