Of Love and Lust

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He couldn’t believe it, he was such a baka! He couldn’t believe that he had let himself go so far, that he had crashed into one of the most powerful, intelligent, hottest, steamiest, most deliciously edible…ok so not going down that path, youkai of the land, and was more than likely about to get he ass kicked for daring to touch the lord’s…wait a moment, he’d touched Sesshoumaru and he was still alive, his half hard penis was a testament to that fact.

He glanced at his brother’s detached face and couldn’t understand it, in those normally frigidly cold eyes he saw minute flecks of embarrassment and fear, and he wondered what had made Sesshoumaru lower his barriers so that his emotions were on display.

And then he scented it, he wasn’t sure what he scented, but he was sure that it wasn’t what normally was in the fore… NO WAY!!! The aroma he smelt was similar to that of his own arousal, yet it was different…it smelt more like you’d expect a full dog demons’ to smell like, and the only full daiyoukai in existence was standing in front of him…while he was lying sprawled out on the floor.

He scrambled to his feet and scented the air once more, there was no mistaking it, the daiyoukai in front of him was either aroused or had recently ejaculated, and a swift glance down to his brother’s crotch area, blushing red as he did so, he confirmed that it was the second option rather than the first.

“So even the great Sesshoumaru has needs to ‘drain the dragon’ once in a while ey?”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth he regretted them, not only because of the look of ire that crossed Sesshoumaru’s face but as soon as the words were out he was filled with a sense of jealousy as faces of imaginary rivals flashed through his mind, a female youkai who must have caught the attention and interest of Sesshoumaru, a tall, gorgeous, long legged, wide hipped youkai perfect for bearing strong beautiful children.

He knew he had no right, that Sesshoumaru would and could never love him, but that didn’t make the heartache that seem to spread through his entire system any less agonising. He felt pain at the back of his eyes, the stabbing pain signalling that the tears he was trying so hard to hold back were close to breaking through the mental dam he’d spent so long building, he had to get out of there and fast, before he broke down in front the one he loved, and that wasn’t an option he would take lightly. He may love Sesshoumaru but that didn’t mean he trusted him completely, he’d been beaten, hated and had had too many opinions loaded with poison thrown at him for him to truly trust anyone anymore, let alone the one youkai who had made his life a living hell right from the word go.

In his despair he failed to miss the eyes of his love changing into the red that never ceased to send chills down his spine.

***
Sesshoumaru for once was grateful for his lapse in self control (draining the dragon ;]) for the moment his brother’s body had touched his he’d felt that all too familiar heat roar into life, especially as he saw and felt, rather than scent, his brother’s half hard arousal stir into life in those gaudy red hakama’s he insisted on wearing.

He stared down clinically at his brother, trying to hide his embarrassment at being caught at such a compromising time.

Then it happened, that tell tale twitch of his brother’s nose that left him in no doubt that he was in for the mocking of the century from his less civilised otouto.

Yes he may lo-, fantasise about his younger brother, but he was in no doubt who had more self control out of the two of them. He watched bemused as Inuyasha shot to his feet as he realised the vulnerable position he was in, but part of Sesshoumaru was disappointed that his Inuyasha should remove himself from such a submissive position when it was obvious his alpha was standing in front of him…even if it was only obvious to Sesshoumaru.

“So even the great Sesshoumaru has needs to ‘drain the dragon’ once in a while ey?”

Exasperation coursed through him, quelling, only slightly, his feeling of arousal at the scent and sight of his otouto. How could his little brother be so crass and quite frankly disgusting?! What he had done was no more than an act of release that even the lowest and highest of youkai went through in order to give themselves a few moments of bliss and respite from the world. He knew for a fact that his younger brother participated in such an act regularly.

He couldn’t understand what it was about his otouto that made him feel so many emotions. The rage that shot through him as he remembered the time that he had seen the wolf prince, Kouga, watching Inuyasha as the hanyou pleasured himself, moaning incoherently to himself as his fingers worked their way up and down his well endowed shaft as his other hand was busy stretching the pretty little hole that would only be for this Sesshoumaru’s use, was likened to that of the idea of someone hurting his Rin.

Yes the wolf prince was interested in what he should not even look at without Sesshoumaru’s permission.
If he knew that Inuyasha was YOURS he may not be so willing as to dare approach the hanyou, all you have to do, is mark Inuyasha’s pretty little neck, taste his sweet addictive blood and have him drink yours, and no-one would dare to try and take your Inu as their own.
Sesshoumaru swiftly squashed those thoughts of his youkai. If he were to act on such instinct he would announce himself a hypocrite to the entire land. No, all he would do was make it so that Inuyasha had no suitors, ‘he will have to live a long lonely life just as this Sesshoumaru does, no-one may have him in the way this Sesshoumaru wants to have him’

The smell of tears being withheld by his brother was enough to start making his youkai push to the forefront, whoever made Inuyasha cry was going to suffer at this Sesshoumaru’s hand, he vowed as his eyes bled red.

***
He glanced up once and that was all he needed, if Sesshoumaru’s eyes were going red then he was not going to stick around and find out what punishment his brother had in store for him, he knew for a fact it wouldn’t be one of the delicious punishments he craved from his brother that could only surface in his fantasies.

Without a second thought he bolted, trying to make an escape before his brother noticed the tears that were caught in his long lashes. His emotions were conflicting within him, he wanted to stay with his brother and bare his neck, although he didn’t know whether it was because he wanted his brother to mark him, or put him out of his misery. He wanted to scream at his brother, but was unsure if the words to come out of his mouth would be to fuck him, or to kill him and get it over with. He wanted to make a small incision on his collarbone though he didn’t know whether it was to call upon his blades of blood or so entice his brother to lap at his collar bone with that fantastic tongue of his before sinking his teeth into his neck, releasing all kinds of euphoric feelings from within.

But before he had got even 5 paces away he was roughly caught a pushed roughly against an old oak tree. The bark of the tree digging into his back only made his erection strain all the more of touch, he noticed, not sure whether that was a good or bad thing. He was so caught up trying to sort his emotions, his gasp of shock was only too audible when his hakama’s were pulled down and his straining erection was set free, bobbing in front of a hungry looking Sesshoumaru’s face.

***
The moment Inuyasha tried to run Sesshoumaru let his youkai take control, relishing the thrill that came with loosing some control. He internally winced as he thrust his brother harshly against the tree but the passion he’d kept bottled up was beginning to overflow from it’s container and his brother didn’t seem to mind it if the tent in his hakama’s was anything to go by.

Suddenly he was filled with an overwhelming need to see that erection that was straining for him. He swiftly untied his brother’s obi and pulled his hakama’s down. The sight that greeted him was enough to make him moan, although the sound didn’t make it past his vocal cords for it had been to well bred into him not to make any unnecessary noise, and he was a stickler for good breeding. He looked at the bobbing erection that was right in front of his face, he watched in aroused fascination as the engorged length spouted a drop of precum in front of his very eyes. He was just about to sample that delicious looking organ when,

“I hope we’re not interrupting anything”