Raiju no Ai

A/N : Hello again! All those nice reviews made me so happy~ n n Thank you everyone who read and reviewed this story. This is the section that coincides with the actual Inuyasha series, but with a twist: Hiten and Manten win the fight with Inuyasha and Kagome! And there's the beginning implication of something special that will make itself known in chapter four... Enjoy!

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Twelve weeks. Had it really been that long since that first confession of love in the peach orchard? Hiten supposed it was so. Though after about the second week, Manten had apparently gotten ill. He was moody, and occasionally he'd have an upset stomach. The elder brother remembered all to clearly the first morning that the other was violently sick, just after an impassioned night together once they were sure Souten was asleep. Poor Manten had emptied the contents of his stomach all over the floor, and for the rest of the morning did nothing but vomit if he ate anything. Hiten was worried that he had made his mate sick from something during their times together, as that had not been the last incident. Luckily it had become less and less frequent, though now the younger brother had a little problem with mood swings. He'd be joyous one moment, infuriated the next, and then weeping profusely. Hiten was baffled by this behavior, but put up with it the best he could.

Within the last month or so, summer having come to its height, there had been a flood of intruders on their land, mostly female youkai in a prowl to conceive children before winter came. Disgusting, in Hiten's opinion. He wondered what he had ever seen in women now. Usually he'd take them home and entertain them, giving them a warning that visitors were unwelcome in Laimei valley, but by then the female would be pulling out all the stops trying to seduce him and that would end messily. The elder of the Thunder Brothers hated it when others couldn't get the message, and most of the time he had either ripped the female to pieces or burnt them to charcoal. This had happened once again, this time with a hebiyoukai skank who had wandered in with no proper covering, only a snake wound around her chest and a skirt. Hiten was trying to be cordial as he treated her to a meal, but he was in a bad temper because Manten had gone out for a while.

The discovery of the Shikon no kakkera scattered about the countryside was a blessing to them both, as it had greatly boosted the already-awesome powers of the Thunder Brothers, and at the moment they were recently home from laying waste to the human population due to their increase of power. Hiten had allowed Manten to go out to think by himself, and had not expected him back for a few hours.

Wood cracked and splintered as Hiten drove a fist through the heavy door, making for an impressive entry. Hiten's eyes scanned the room, falling across a strangely-clad young woman and then moving over to the figure of his nervous-looking brother. This was unexpected. Lo and behold! Here was Manten, returned. And what had happened to him made the elder brother furious. Someone had driven an arrow through the smaller youkai's muzzle, and two of the three crowning hairs upon his head were missing. Had he gotten into a fight?

"Manten! I did not expect you here!" Hiten said, feigning indifference to his rather pitiful state. Not to arouse suspicion from the human wench, and to give the illusion he was genuinely uninterested in ripping apart the person who, in his opinion, mutilated his brother's face, he had an arm around the hebiyoukai's shoulders, and she seemed rather pleased with that.

"That's your brother. Huh. Little resemblance, is there?" The youkai female quipped, narrowing her eyes at Manten disapprovingly. Hiten felt his blood boil slightly, and he tried to make small talk with his brother. He was unconcerned with his younger sibling's human catch; he knew there were thousands more where she had come from. He was relatively calm, until he felt the hebiyoukai's hand inch toward his tight backside. That was absolutely it. Good thing Manten had just been stalling about not gathering any Shikon no kakkera... Hiten felt very satisfied as he fired a blast at her, charring her beyond recognition and letting the lifeless body fall to the floor as he pretended to berate his brother about losing the kakkera. They both knew he didn't mean it, but he still felt a little guilty about insulting his beloved little brother like that.

As the human female began expounding upon the fact that the hanyou mutt, Inuyasha, was in love with her, both brothers were a bit skeptical. Manten was wary-- he knew women were crafty creatures, and she was most likely lying to save her own worthless hide. Hiten was slightly more relaxed, and believed her tale. Halflings were not supposed to be the most chaste of types, bastards begetting bastards with human women because youkai wouldn't touch them. They agreed to spare the human's life for now, and began their little search for the hanyou Inuyasha.

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Well. Manten felt a tiny surge of triumph as the human girl and the inu-hanyou bickered. He had been right about her lying, and was feeling affable enough about it to pat her head. It intimidated her, and he smirked slightly. Sitting back on his cloud, he watched as his brother, whom he had always admired for his courage, rush headfirst into a battle with Inuyasha.

The barren valley, shaded from the sun by constant thunderclouds, served as a fitting stage for the clash of the titans, twisted, half-dead trees bursting aflame if the battling warriors swerved to close. Thunder rumbled from the darkened sky, and the occasional flash of bright lightning would split the heavens in two as the hanyou and purebred fought, falchion and pike colliding. Although Manten found it rather entertaining to watch, he wondered if perhaps he could assist his brother in defeating Inuyasha.

"Allow me to help, Hiten!" He said, a maniacal snigger escaping his lips. The human girl was outraged the two youkai would attack the hanyou both at once, and roughly shoved Manten, who was in the process of mustering up a blast of lightning, off of the thundercloud on which they were both perched. He let out a startled cry before he hit the ground, letting go his mouthful of electricity to create a huge crater. Shortly afterward, the stunned frame of the younger Thunder Brother was used as a landing pad for the slight weight of the human girl. Rising with a snarl, Manten fully intended to catch and kill the wench for humiliating him in such a way. Fortunately the hanyou and Hiten were occupied at the moment, so perhaps it wasn't that embarrassing. But still.

"Try the big top!" The shrill voice of that kitsune whelp, whom the paler brother was sure had been disposed of at one point, rang out, and a small top was flung over to spin on his forehead.

"Mmh?" Manten blinked, not quite comprehending, but then shrieked as the top expanded exponentially, pressing him to the earth in its force and weight as it ground against his head. A chant of 'OW!'s burst from his chest involuntarily as his felt like his head was being split in two. At last, it stopped, and the younger raidenyoukai dragged himself into a sitting position and winced as he felt his inner skin on his forehead exposed, the outer layer stripped away by the giant top. Mumbling curses, Manten clenched his hands into fists, then froze as he saw his last hair drift down from his forehead, snapped at the root. No...

Mind lost in a rage, his actions became blurred as he sought out revenge for what they had done to his hair. His anger, which by ordinary means would have been formidable, was expanded by a surge of angry hormones that sent him into a berserker-like furor. Manten regained thoughts of his deeds as he found himself with his hands around the girl's neck, slowly strangling her. Yes. This would do nicely to exterminate the final ingredient for his hair potion. His thoughts were halted, however, as he felt the small fangs of the kitsune pup sink into the flesh of his throat, latching on like a furry little leech. Manten's irritation flared again, and he started twisting the whelp's head to one side, hoping to loosen the pinching jaws on his neck.

Hiten leapt upwards as Inuyasha flung the Tetsusaiga forward, easily doging the flying falchion. Heh. The fool couldn't even aim! His confidence was put to an abrupt halt, however, as the sword went slightly at an angle from being thrown improperly and sliced through part of Manten's flank, sending out a spurt of almost-black blood from severed veins. An alarm went off in his brain as Manten screamed, halting his grip on the little kitsune to press his free hand against his bleeding side in attempt to staunch the flow. Hiten's eyes contrated into seas of maroon with small black slits, and he barrelled forward towards Inuyasha.

"NEVER hurt my Manten!!" He snarled, lightning crackling off the handle of Raigekijin as he drove it towards the hanyou's chest. Inuyasha didn't even have time to blink as he saw the shaft of the pike seem to grow out of his middle. An agony unimaginable rippled through the hybrid's body, and he trembled as the cold steel of Raigekijin's blade jutted into his gut and out through the centre of his back. The feeling of cold death spread through his limbs, and Inuyasha went slightly limp as he felt his body grow numb. He had underestimated his opponent, and overestimated himself. However, the pain wasn't over. Just as the hanyou thought his torture would fade to nothing, a burning sensation grew within his skewered entrails. It burned the fragile meat into charred ash, the electricity snapping in the air as it spread throughout Inuyasha's body. Hiten chuckled as he withdrew his pike from his opponent's gut, the singed intestines bursting through the hole at the momentum as Inuyasha collapsed. He watched as the cadaverous heap fell to the ground, roasted from the inside out beyond recognition.

"Inuyasha!" The human girl screamed, eyes widening as she saw the dire cost of the miscalculation. Manten growled in a gutteral tone as he tightened his grip, and he felt the girl claw at his hand at first frantically, then more and more feebly. He only loosened his hold on the human's neck as he saw her eyes glaze over, and dropped her unceremoniously. Now for the fox kit latched onto his throat.

Shippou watched in horror as his only hope for revenge was extinguished as the Thunder Brothers took the life from his friends, turquoise eyes widening. Even if he had tried so hard to be brave... Saving his own skin was a big priority. There was no need to be courageous for the grown-ups who had lost their lives trying to help him. They were dead for it. He abruptly let go of the soft flesh of Manten's neck, jumping away so he wasn't within grasping range. The raidenyoukai stood up, massaging the skin of his throat where the tiny fangs had sunk in. He was about to go over and wring the whelp's neck, but he paused as he felt Hiten's hand upon his shoulder.

"Death would be too quick, na Manten? Why don't we give him a punishment more suitable." The elder brother whispered, nibbling teasingly upon the tip of Manten's ear before gesturing over to Shippou, who had tried to escape notice by turning into a small shrub. What gave him away was the furry cream-hued tail emerging from the back of the bush. Both of the Thunder Brothers snorted; how pathetic the fox-kit was. Striding over to stand right in front of the Shippou-bush, Manten reached down and uprooted it by the painfully obvious little tail. A startled squeal of pain erupted from the noisy little kitsune as he writhed helplessly, flailing paws and arms in the air in a useless attempt to escape.

"A good toy for Souten, is he not? She needs something to amuse her besides that little lizard she calls a dragon." Hiten suggested, looking at the fox kit as if appraising a piece of food. Shippou curled into a little ball, whimpering slightly as he dangled from Manten's grasp. It sounded not too pleasant to be some raidenyoukai whelp's plaything. If looks deteriorated with every child born in this particular family, then this 'Souten' girl would probably be even uglier than Manten! And, to the young kitsune, that was saying something.

"So very true, Hiten. I'm sure she'd appreciate something without wings that can be used for target practice." The younger brother responded, still with a pale blush on his face from the ear-nibble. The reaction from Shippou was a very frightened look and a pair of bared fangs. Manten shook his arm slightly in punishment, jarring his catch up and down most uncomfortably.

"Shall we go, then?" Hiten said, but then paused. He looked over to the lifeless body of that girl that had lied to say she was the beloved of that hanyou Inuyasha. A maiden's flesh was supposed to be a wondrous growth-potion for hair... No doubt Manten would want to use her to replace the lost hairs upon his head. The elder brother removed Shippou from his secret lover's grasp and waited. Nodding to his brother in thanks for waiting, the slant-eyed raidenyoukai scooped up the girl's body and slung it over his shoulders, like a bag of vegetables or the carcass of a prey animal. The pair departed shortly afterwards, Hiten with Shippou and Manten with the final ingerdient to his hair potion, leaving the body of the halfbreed on the battlefield for the crows to pick clean. They would not honor such a creature with burial rites.

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Manten stirred the noxious-smelling purple goo in the cauldron patiently, the stone oven fitting over the fire warmed to a burning point from having been heating the pot so long. It had taken a few hours, but at last the maiden had been boiled down and dissolved into his hair potion. She seemed a particularly tough one; hopefully the wench would render a proper concoction. The raidenyoukai inhaled the rather foul scent deeply, wincing a little, but he reached up to rub his bald head with despair. This ointment had better work. That kitsune had been locked in cage in their cellar, with the cobwebs and rats where he belonged. Hiten had told him he would bring the whelp food, but Manten doubted he remembered such a thing.

Deeming the hair ointment ready, the raidenyoukai retrieved a wooden bowl from a stack on another table and set it on the stove, drawing a large spoonful from the simmering pot and dumping it into the smaller container carefully. He knew it would be a foolish thing to just rub the stuff on his head; it would burn the skin from his scalp at the heat it had been cooking. So, he would have to wait a half an hour or so before it was fully prepared. With a heavy sigh, Manten picked up the warm bowl and sat down with it on the large wooden chopping block, staring into the dark violet contents as if trying to divine some sort of answer from the lumpy mixture.

"I... I am hideous..." He said, voice laden with depression. His last strands of hair gone, and his last hope for attracting a few courtesans that he could mutilate like Hiten did. Placing the concotion beside him, Manten fought the urge to cry. They had won the battle, killed their enemies, but he still felt like something was missing. Oh yeah. Hiten called it 'victory sex'. That was fun. He fisted away a single crystal tear that had escaped his eye, and turned his gaze from the bowl to the floor dispiritedly. The sound of footsteps caused him to to look up, and the raidenyoukai blinked as Hiten came through the doorway. Manten sniffed loudly and shoved the piece of crockery to one side of him, a silent invitation for his brother to sit down. A look of concern in his eyes, the elder youkai seated himself beside the other before putting the much-moved bowl of hair potion on the floor.

"Manten... Why the tears?" Hiten said, his question more rhetorical than anything. No response but another softly repressed sob, and the smaller Thunder brother pressed to the elder's side wordlessly. He let his tears flow freely now, face pressed to his lover's lean yet muscular chest as he wrapped his arms around the other's waist. Hiten gingerly put a hand on the back of his younger brother's neck, rubbing lightly up and down in an attempt to comfort as Manten's sobs amplified. His question unanswered, he wriggled out of the half-hearted grip his sibling had on him and placed his free hand under the slant-eyed youkai's chin.

"Let me tell you this. It doesn't matter if your hair grows back or not; I love you," He said, then leaned down to press a gentle kiss on his little brother's forehead. The next string of words was punctuated in every space by another kiss, "Every. Last. Inch. Of. You." Hiten finished by a slightly firmer pressing of his lips on Manten's, and wound his arms about the paler brother's fur-wrapped waist. This elicited a startled shiver, then the younger of the pair began returning the kiss, arms snaking their way up to encircle Hiten's shoulders. Joined together at the mouth, the Thunder lovers lashed their tongues sweetly in a playful competition before Manten allowed his beloved to take over. The elder brother promptly set about devouring his chosen mate from the mouth inward, working his tongue and fangs furiously to explore the wide cavity of the other's mouth.

The feverish embrace lasted several minutes before they at last parted, starved for a fresh breath. Manten ran his tongue over his reddened, swollen lips cautiously, a look of hunger dancing in his eyes, still shining with unshed tears. Hiten smirked in reply, his hands working upwards to begin unwrapping the fox pelt from around his brother's waist. Fantasies already playing frantically in his head, he laid the soft fur out across the wooden chopping block behind the smaller youkai, withdrawing his hands once finished.

"You wished to mark me another time, correct?" Manten said abruptly, working off his breastplate and shoulderguards. A look of puzzlement on his face, the ruby-eyed brother blinked as the other male stripped himself from the waist up, then licked his lips reflexively at the creamy skin exposed by the action. The younger youkai placed the tip of his index finger on his collarbone matter of factly, and gave a wan smile, "Mark me. Now. I want to know that you're my beloved forever," He said, his voice trembling but still full of rare command. Hiten ran his tongue over his fangs, brow furrowing as he looked into his sibling's eyes. There was no fear of pain there, only expectation, and he decided that Manten truly meant for him to do as he was told.

For a moment there was pain, and the pale brother winced at the sensation of his elder's teeth sinking into the soft skin just by his throat, the hollow of his collarbone. Manten had expected it to hurt, though, and it quickly faded. The pair pulled apart, and he ran his fingers over the beads of blood drawn by his brother's fangs. The ruby droplets were smeared away onto the porcelain surface quickly, and the younger brother's lips parted in a smile. Hiten grinned back, his mouth bloody from the bite, and promptly began taking off his own top. Licking away the sweetly coppery blood, he laid the armour and inner haori to one side and presented his own lustrously tanned chest to the other, smirking at the look of admiration in his brother's gaze. He was abruptly caught off guard, however, when Manten lunged forward and sank his fangs into the hardened flesh of his left shoulder, gouging deep into the firm muscles before withdrawing. The elder of the pair let out a choked cry of pain at the sensation, then rubbed his shoulder gingerly as the bleeding subsided.

"Damn, you bite hard..." He said, then chuckled weakly. Manten gave him an apologetic look, extending a hand to rub across the bite gently. Hiten smiled, feeling no more pain, and placed his hand over his brother's in a tender gesture. They simply looked at one another for a moment, then the elder youkai spoke up.

"Well, we're half naked and both most likely gaining a boner... What do you say we fix that?" Hiten offered, and smirked in a suggestive manner. The younger brother blushed slightly and crooned his approval, more than ready to go ahead and consumate the mating mark's motivation. Almost immediately they leaned forward for a kiss, mouths opening and tongues entwining; the seme of the pair, Hiten as always, ran his tongue over the ridges of the roof of his mate's mouth, savoring them none too gently, while Manten merely lay back on the fox pelt and let his brother take control. Loving to be dominated, the violet-eyed brother purred at his aggressive sibling's ministrations. He wriggled gently beneath Hiten's weight, squirming out of his hakama with a bit of difficulty at first, then he sighed in relief as a pair of calloused hands reached down to aid him in the removal of first his pants, then his thin white loincloth.

Free of the restrictions of clothing at last, Manten sat there, legs spread, presenting the impressive arousal that stood boldly at attention, flushed and coral-pink against the smooth whiteness of his thighs and stomach. Hiten's mouth hung open for a moment, in a state of slight disbelief that this exquisiteness was truly his... And then he busied himself with kicking off his hakama and his shoes, licking his dried lips as he came at last to the ties of his own loincloth, jet black in contrast to the whiteness that was now crumpled on the floor with the rest of his brother's clothes. The younger of the two observed the lean, toned form of his brother hungrily, eyes wide as he took in the golden-tanned skin and the lustrous dark braid. He was convinced that true beauty had manifested itself in Hiten, and that he had to be the luckiest creature alive. Hiten was torturously slow as he untied the strings that held up his loincloth, smirking to himself at the whimpers and mewls that came from his brother's throat in a lusty plea to hurry up. At last he let the swatch of black fabric flutter to the floor, standing up fully to show his entire glory. The appreciative noise Manten made told him that the sight of his straining, diamond-hard erection was a very, very welcome sight. He lowered himself to perch in his brother's lap, tilting his hips so their lengths batted against one another playfully.

"Nnn... Nii-san.." Manten whined, steadying himself by placing his hands on Hiten's shoulders as he returned the gesture, rubbing and grinding against the heated flesh offered to him. Hiten responded with a low grunt, tilting his head down to watch their 'outercouse', admiring the velvety appendages and how they twitched and flushed further on contact with one another. In nearly no time the paler brother lost his control, flinging his head back to let out a ghostly howl as he splattered his seed against his lover's thighs, stomach, and groin. The sensation nearly elicited a returning orgasm from Hiten, but the elder brother dared not release. Not yet. Manten leaned forward, demonhood somewhat deflated and his breath ragged, to rest his head on his brother's shoulder gently, shivering lightly from the force of his coming. No words came from either of the two raidenyoukai, but Hiten wrapped his arms around his little brother's waist possessively and sighed. He suddenly wondered why this had happened, what had caused this whirlwind of love that had swept him from his normal life to here, waiting for Manten to recover from his peak so they could continue mating. Swiftly he dismissed these thoughts; he was in love and in lust with his brother, who was beautiful to him despite the younger's misgivings.

A few minutes passed, and at last Manten sat up straight and smiled at Hiten temptingly. Apparently he was ready for another go, and the elder brother was more than happy to oblige. Hiten placed his hands against his mate's shoulders, pressing him down against the fox pelt spread beneath them, which was already stained with seed from earlier in several spots. Manten mewled again as he lay back, spreading his legs wide as his length flushed and grew hard once more, and he lifted his rear enticingly to indicate that he knew what to do. He certainly would be by now, after all. Gulping back the incessant urge to slam and pound into that lush little backside, the ruby-eyed youkai reached out with one hand to caress his brother's lips invitingly. The fingers offered were welcomed into the warmth of the uke's mouth very happily, and Manten suckled on them for a few moments before Hiten grudgingly removed them. He had bitten off his claws a few weeks ago, tired of being careful and conscious of his hand movements; he had been craving a wilder lovemaking session, but claws made it difficult to do so without hurting his mate. So, naturally, off they came. The blunt, useless nails had taken a while to get used to, but he had adjusted in time.

The talonless fingers, now coated in thickly transparent saliva, reluctantly were withdrawn from their current residence in the younger sibling's mouth and transferred to a much more sensitive spot. Hiten held his breath in concentration as he pressed a moist fingertip to the tight pink ring in his mate's backside, eliciting a soft moan and a slight spasm. Smirking to himself, he inserted the wetted digit expertly, probing and loosening the warm, tight tunnel surrounding it. He noted how wondrous the healing powers of youkai were, if only for a moment, as it only took his brother a few days to tighten right back up to almost virginal pressure. What a stroke of luck on both their parts, really. He inserted a second finger, making scissoring motions to further stimulate the slant-eyed uke who was eager to grind into them. It was with practiced precision that Hiten inserted a third finger, burying them all up to the knuckle and involuntarily gasping for breath. Remaining in that position for a minute or two, he at last withdrew his fingers and instead positioned the head of his demonhood right outside Manten's stretched entrance. Hiten gulped for air one more time before grinding forward, cautious not to be too hasty in the penetration lest he bruise the delicate but powerful muscles that clenched down on his length the further he went in or tear the fragile ring that served as the entryway. Now sheathed to the hilt, he ground his teeth and thrusted forward, his gentleness all but vanished. He was certain that Manten was ready now, and he pounded into the taut passage lovingly but also fiercely. The younger brother writhed and mewled at this treatment, grabbing two fistfuls of the kitsune pelt he was lying on in reflex as he returned Hiten's thrusts with adamant counterthrusts, working up a suitable rhythm quickly.

As the elder brother slammed against Manten's sweet spot, he let out a shrill yelp and ground into the thrusting motions, craving the burst of pleasure that rendered him senseless only for a few moments. Hiten gasped and thrusted frantically, determined to hold on as long as he possibly could; a few more brushes with the younger brother's sweet spot was more than enough to set him off.

"Hh.. Hii... HITEN!!" Manten shrieked, his muscles clamping down in a spasm as he erupted volcanically against Hiten's lithe form, a load of pale love-cream splashing against the tanned youkai's stomach and flowing down to pool in the silky fox pelt beneath them. Bucking his hips violently, he strove to maintain his orgasm for as long as possible, and of course the sticky heat was not helpful to his mate's situation. The clench of the muscles around his length caused Hiten's eyes to widen and his entire body to shudder, and he came fantastically in reply to the delicious sensation of the other's peak, an unintelligible scream ripping from his throat. Pouring his essence into Manten, he supported his weight on his hands, placed on either side of the younger youkai, and panted harshly as their fluids intermixed in a luscious spray, his own dripping from the paler raidenyoukai's entrance while Manten's pooled around them after running off the barely noticeable bulge his belly had garnered. As even the most pleasurable peak cannot last forever, soon the pair of youkai mates collasped against one another with a damp slap, practically soaked in their seed and not caring a whit.

They lay there for a moment, eyes closed and mouths hanging open to gulp for air, panting as if they were dropped from a great height. Looking at the cum-soaked fox pelt the pair was lying on, Hiten noted mentally that they'd have to wash it in the near future.

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