Osuwari, Little Brother

This is a commission fiction; therefore, the idea is not mine. Anyway, basically, this is my take on the idea of Sesshomaru changing the rosary so it responds to his orders, no matter what they are, not just the usual "Osuwari" command. The results will not be cute or funny, all though there will be humor now and then.

Warnings for humiliation, not necessarily in an S&M fashion, and lots of squicky moments.

This fiction falls just after Miroku joined the group, and the group just finished dealing with Ryuucan (the Lord of the Forest who spews wolves from his throat). So that's an AU warning here and now. Sango has not joined the group yet either, so no questions about her, please...

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Sesshomaru was awakened by a soft whimpering sigh, followed by the warm body pressed against his chest shifting and tensing. His eyes opened slowly; to his shock he was cradling Inuyasha against him warmly, the hanyou’s back to his chest, his thick white hair flowing up over the head rest and spilling over the fine tatami like snow. They were in fact spooned together, and he had no memory of even rolling over much less sliding his arm around the boy like this. Sesshomaru usually was a light sleeper, ready to rise and do battle at a moments notice, and he had never slept past dawn. However, he sensed that he was at least a quarter-hour past his normal rising time.*

Slowly he slid away from the hanyou, noting how the boy pouted in his sleep and whimpered again. Then, moving quickly, Inuyasha turned and reached for him. The youkai shot backwards, standing and staring as the boy snuggled into the warmth he’d left behind. The hanyou’s nose buried into the covers, sniffing mightily before he relaxed with a sigh… leaving the youkai baffled and feeling very out of sorts. Standing silent and utterly still he watched Inuyasha sleep, his face looking much younger in his relaxed state. The youkai had never really known his half-brother at all before; he’d just hated the boy for being a taint in the family, for being the ultimate cause of their fathers demise, for being more like the Inutaisho than he himself was.

“Cursed weakness!” The youkai growled and kicked the hanyou awake. “Inuyasha! Rise and attend me.” The hanyou surprised him; pain raked into his calf as the boy rolled up to his feet, eyes wide, fangs bared and blood dripping from poised claws. The siblings stared at each other, both rather shocked, but shock was sliding sideways to dread in Inuyasha and cold anger in Sesshomaru. The youkai almost broke the hanyou’s hand again but instead he backhanded the boy. Inuyasha fell heavily to the ground, but as he lifted his right hand to his bruised face he felt a hand on his wrist, shoving it to the floor. A foot replaced the hand and then a hissing sound and the metallic tang of Sesshomaru’s poison filled his nose. His fingertips stung as the poison ate his claws to nubs, before Sesshomaru repeated the process on the other hand.

“See that you do not bite me Inuyasha, because I will do the same to your fangs, never doubt it.” The youkai hissed angrily as the slashes on his leg closed, leaving pink welts that were fading all too slowly. Inuyasha felt fingers wind into his hair before he was dragged forward. He scrambled to crawl on hands and knees after his brother as he was pulled like a pup on a leash. He was finally thrown to the ground before Sesshomaru’s seat, a foot planted on his neck to hold him down.

“Now little brother, think a moment about your new position. You are a slave, no longer the wild, cocky, hanyou son of the Inutaisho. Is that not correct?” Inuyasha’s head was forced to nod agreement with sharp tugs of his bangs. “You will behave and obey my commands, with or without the rosary charms effects. The less often I have to use the charm, the better for you, understand?” again Inuyasha was forced to nod his head in agreement. The foot moved and he slowly sat up, realizing suddenly that he was still naked, and so was Sesshomaru. The blush rose on his cheeks despite his vow to remain unaffected by anything around him. He fixed his eyes on the wall past Sesshomaru’s head as he sat waiting for whatever was next, fuming and still somewhat befuddled from his abrupt awakening.

Sesshomaru noticed the flush of course, and he knew what caused it. He smirked inwardly as he remembered that he could use this shyness to advantage. Casually he leaned back in his throne-like seat, legs spreading wider so his genitals were very prominent and flicked his hair over his left shoulder to hide his stump. Sure enough, Inuyasha flicked a glance at his brother’s nakedness and then looked away, his cheeks burning red. Sesshomaru actually had to work to hide his delighted smile; my but Inuyasha was amusing, far more so than he ever would have imagined. He was actually having fun, despite the claw marks on his calf, and the annoyance of keeping the boy subdued; he had to think and stretch his mind just enough to keep the hanyou off balance. Perfect entertainment!

The hanyou could not help the darting glances his eyes made towards his brothers shaft; dammit Sesshomaru was hard for some reason, and it made Inuyasha incredibly uncomfortable, especially since he was feeling his own member hardening as was usual when he woke up; casually he shifted and pushed the rebellious shaft down between his thighs to hide it from his siblings stare and found himself gazing at Sesshomaru’s pale member again before he looked away with a wince. He just could not stop looking at it, though he would rip his eyes away again immediately. He did not notice Sesshomaru’s eyes watching him, or the soft curl of his lips, but he noticed it when the shaft began to stiffen more. He felt himself edging backwards, his belly roiling with confusion and self loathing. Still he could not look away…

Sesshomaru watched the hanyou’s flushing cheeks and trembling hands, knowing it was the boys wandering eyes that were to blame for his morning erection not only staying hard but getting harder by the moment. He felt a lazy urge to relieve the pressure in his belly… however; maybe he should test Inuyasha’s inclinations first. The hanyou looked so curious and almost seemed to want to come closer and inspect his brother’s body more intimately, despite the blushing and the human conditioning of his youth. Fine then; he concentrated and whispered an order…

Inuyasha’s body slowly leaned forward and the boy realized he was crawling towards his brother, which could only mean that somehow Sesshomaru had ordered him nearer… but why? His ears flattened as he unwillingly crept closer and closer, until he was kneeling between the youkai’s feet, his hands on either side of Sesshomaru’s hips. He focused his glare square into his brother’s cool gold eyes.

“What the fuck are you doing.” He said, his voice cool but his face aflame with embarrassment. Sesshomaru lifted a smooth eyebrow at him and simply stared back. They did not move, though the youkai was puzzled that his sibling’s proximity made him very… eager, was the best word, he supposed. He had been celibate for a long time, by choice and necessity; he preferred his own kind for sexual liaisons and Inuyoukai females were hard to find, and harder to seduce. They were highly prized women and they knew it. Sesshomaru had not bothered to rebuild the Inu no Taisho’s empire yet, and thus had almost nothing tangible to offer such a female. He had power and prospects but not much inclination to become settled down anyway.

But Inuyasha stirred desire in him; he remembered his youth when he was taught about “love with boys,” how in some ways it was better, not as emotionally slippery as relations with women could be. Well, why not, the boy was only hanyou, and incest was not taboo to their kind, unlike the human world’s revulsion about it. Deliberately, he licked his lips, watching Inuyasha’s eyes break the stare to focus upon his siblings darting pink tongue and full mouth. Did Inuyasha even realize he had mimicked the motion, licking his own lips, though with a nervousness lacking in Sesshomaru’s sensual act? Again his eyes snapped to Sesshomaru’s gaze and held it with more worry and doubt than before. “Yes Inuyasha, you are right about what I want, and I can wait until you understand the futility of resisting. You may as well get started so we can continue our day.” The youkai breathed softly. It was painfully clear to Inuyasha that his brother was not acting from malice, or affection, or even cruelty. He just wanted what he wanted, and he did not care that they were sons of the same father.

“We’re brothers, though.” He said, embarrassed by his meek tone. He had wanted to sound dignified and angry, not like a scared child.

“Youkai do not have concerns with incest, Inuyasha. Some youkai species need to interbreed or die. If I do not care, neither should you, or did I misunderstand the rumors that you wanted to become fully youkai, like myself and father?” the boy’s eyes flashed at that; ah that was better than the meek, timid boy he had been seconds ago. That timidity nearly made him go limp; he liked fire and pride in his partners.

“Fine, asshole. I don’t care, I just thought you would.” The hanyou lied smoothly then bent his head down into Sesshomaru’s lap. He missed the youkai’s eyes widening; he could not command the boy’s head or mouth, and had simply expected Inuyasha to use his hands, but this… well, he was not about to remind the hanyou about the charms restrictions just yet. He was not sure Inuyasha would go through with it anyway.

Sesshomaru was wrong about that though.

Inuyasha felt strangely disembodied, not quite himself as he bent and licked the tip of his brothers erection. He was somewhat surprised that the skin tasted like skin, and but felt different, soft and velvety, and that the shaft moved under his lips as Sesshomaru involuntarily hissed at the sensation of his soft tongue sweeping over the sensitive flesh. Again Inuyasha licked it, his tongue sweeping into the slit and finding drops of liquid that had a mild yet tart taste there. He felt Sesshomaru’s hand on his head, and expected it to shove him down, force him to get to it already, but the fingers just curled through his silky hair, the thumb and forefinger rubbing his left ear gently between them. He had never had anyone touch his ears so gently since his mother had died and he was shocked at how nice it felt.

Somehow encouraged by his brothers touch, Inuyasha opened his mouth and slid his lips over the whole head of the pale shaft before him. It felt so strange, hard yet not too much so, and soft at once, and it fit perfectly against his tongue and the roof of his mouth. He took more in, tongue lapping the wide bottom of the shaft, fangs gently scraping the sides, and then felt a soft tug on his hair and ear. Obediently he pulled back up, but when he would have come all the way off, the hand stopped him with the same gentle insistence. Understanding what was wanted, needed of him; he took it back in and pulled back off, over and over in a slow rhythm.

Sesshomaru’s thighs were strained as he forced himself to not move, to not make a sound under the hanyou’s attentions. He watched Inuyasha work, no longer needing encouragement nor guidance as he moved his head up and down, his hands now freely holding his brothers hips for leverage. He was so eager to please, yet he was doing this independent of the charm upon him. Sesshomaru finally gasped quietly as the hanyou’s mouth worked more and more of his erection inside, sucking when he had as much as he could handle, squeezing with his lips as he pulled off. The youkai’s eyes finally closed, his lips parting as he leaned his head back; it had been far too long for him to hold back now.

Inuyasha felt the shaft swelling in his mouth, and smelled a slight shift in his brother’s scent suddenly. He drove his mouth down hard over it then felt it move, throbbing against his tongue as it spilled a salty, smoky flavored liquid down his throat. He knew what was happening and rolled an eye up to see if Sesshomaru made goofy faces too, when he came…

The youkai’s cheeks were delicately flushed, his lips parted as a soft breathy sigh drifted through them. Though his eyes were not quite closed he was obviously sightless at the moment. His expression was one of puzzled enjoyment, as if he were analyzing the moment and finding it very good. All in all, he did not look goofy at all.

Sesshomaru was simply beautiful, and suddenly Inuyasha thrilled at the sight and the knowledge he had made the youkai look like this, for all of twenty seconds. Then he pulled back and wiped his mouth, feeling a strange cold sensation in his belly. Fear, anger, dread, disgust, indignation, and… need. He needed a release himself but he’d be damned if he masturbated in front of Sesshomaru. He drooped a bit, eyes falling to the ground before him; he needed to wash the taste of his brothers semen from his tongue, he wanted to go away and hide, hide from Sesshomaru and Kagome and the smugly hentai Miroku, from everyone. He almost wished Kagome had not freed him from the tree actually. Freedom from Kikyou’s seal had only landed him in Sesshomaru’s spiteful captivity; this was not freedom at all.

Sesshomaru sighed and stretched his legs pleasantly. Well that was refreshing, certainly a nice way to begin his day. However the sight of Inuyasha drooping and looking so lost and confused was cutting his enjoyment short. He did not want the boy broken so soon. He wanted to savor his resistance, his anger and defiance, even as he wanted him to obey more and more easily. There was also the fact that the hanyou was as erect as he himself had been moments ago. He knew without a moments thought that Inuyasha would go slack if ordered to relieve himself before his brother and the salivating, wide eyed Jaken, so he told the boy to go to the bath and wash up; if he were smart he’d handle the issue once he was alone, and feel smug for it.

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Inuyasha washed his face and gargled with fresh water, before the impact of what he’d been made to do really hit him and he vomited his brother’s seed and his last meal, and then continued to vomit until he was empty, and his head pounded, his body stiff and sore with the spasms. He knelt weakly by the tub after he had regained control of his stomach, struggling with his incredibly conflicted emotions. He hated Sesshomaru, utterly hated him. Yet the scent, the memory of the texture of him filling his mouth, the tactile sensation of Sesshomaru’s skin and the solid yet pliant shaft’s taste made him feel so strange. The memory of his face, scowling or cold as Inuyasha was used to seeing it was superimposed by the soft smiling visage, still glowing with orgasmic enjoyment. The youkai was deeper and more confusing than Inuyasha had ever dreamed.

The hanyou shivered as he felt a residual wave of nausea hit him, but he fought it back, wiping the tears from his face. He was not crying, no; these were tears of stress from throwing up like he had, that’s all they were.

“That’s all they are… not real tears at all.” He murmured quietly.

He did not notice Sesshomaru standing in the doorway, his cold eyes puzzled as he took in the scene; why had Inuyasha been vomiting and weeping? The youkai was baffled and yet he felt a tiny core of cold inside himself, the knowledge that Inuyasha had been forced to pleasure him, because the hanyou felt he had no choice in the matter at all. The boys mind was bent upon escape, and if he had resisted and been beaten, he could not get away as soon; of course he did as he was “ordered” to do. It was supposed to be a slave’s lot in life, to do what they were ordered and not what they wished. To obey or else. So why did the great cold hearted youkai feel this sharp spike of guilt within? Whatever the reason, he disliked it immensely, and shoved it away with a mental growl before striding into the room; pulling his hand back he slapped the hanyou hard across the face. Inuyasha almost fell over but saved himself, jumping to his feet and clenching his fists angrily.

“What the fuck do you want from me Sesshomaru!? Why can’t you just let me go and leave me alone!?” he snapped only to be backhanded this time.

“Stop whining and sniveling, Inuyasha! You will either rise to meet my expectations or you will be broken by them; but somehow I never expected you to break so quickly and as easily as this!” Sesshomaru surprised himself by shouting his words. Inuyasha’s jaw dropped then snapped shut as he recklessly hauled back and swung at his brother’s jaw. Sesshomaru did not even seem to move, yet the powerful fist whistled through empty air anyway; Inuyasha followed up with wide spread fingers that had been shorn of their claws swinging from the opposite hand. The youkai caught the hand and held it easily, staring into the furious hanyou’s bright yellow eyes.

‘Ah yes, much better, little brother. This Inuyasha I understand; the weeping shivering Inuyasha makes me feel… I don’t like that Inuyasha.’

“I hate you, “Aniki” you sick bastard! I am gonna escape and I am gonna kill you when I do!” Inuyasha spat, not bothering to tug his hand free. Sesshomaru humphed and shoved him back and into the water with a great splash.

“You may try, Inuyasha, but you will always fail. It is my nature to be superior to you, and your nature to be weaker than I; it is our lot in life to be thus. Now wash and come to me, I wish to get along with my day.”

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Inuyasha sat by the fire, hair still damp. He was dressed not in his normal clothes, but in a set of Sesshomaru’s clothes which were a bit too long for him, but not intolerably so. He was more annoyed by his brother’s refusal to allow him to wear his fire-rat fur clothing because they smelled of his companions, and the fact that the clothing he was now wearing stank of his sibling did not help his temper at all. He felt weird, dressed in the white and blue silk; he felt torn by it, as almost everything had torn him since he had woken up under Sesshomaru’s foot yesterday evening.

“Was it only yesterday? I am so tired and it feels like a month already…” the hanyou murmured, ears falling to the side. He listened almost subconsciously for his brother’s step behind him, relishing the moment of peace; Sesshomaru was such a huge presence, and of course he made Inuyasha feel so stressed out for obvious reasons. He dreaded the coming day; what new torments did Sesshomaru have in store for him? Maybe he should count himself lucky he was even allowed to be dressed at all. He has seen Jaken’s lecherous eyes on him and his brother; how could the youkai endure the disgusting imp’s presence every day of his life? He had almost heaved again when he realized Jaken had watched them when he had… serviced his sibling that morning.

“Please, why did you take me from Kagome and Miroku, why won’t you just let me go?” he whispered and ran his fingers through his bangs. He heard Sesshomaru return from his quick turn around the area surrounding the building and sat up straighter, eyes hardening, ears flattening on his head. He felt himself stand up and grimaced as he unwillingly bowed deeply at the waist when Sesshomaru entered the room, his face coldly smirking. The charm still worked its magic upon his little sibling…

“Come Inuyasha, we are going to move to another camp tonight.” He said casually. Inuyasha nodded and went for his clothing; he was not leaving it behind, no matter what his brother said. It was a legacy from their father, and he would be damned if he would be parted from it. Sesshomaru did not stop him as he crushed the hakama, hitoe and kosode into a small flattened bundle and even handed him a cloth to wrap it in, to the hanyou’s shock. He did not think too hard on this “kindness,” simply following his brother outside as they struck north.

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*In Japan, an “hour” was roughly two hours western time, and each block of time was named for a House of the Chinese zodiac as well. Therefore, Sesshomaru overslept by a whopping half an hour, western time.

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