Past Lives, Current Conflictions

Chapter 3: Deciphering Between Daiyoukai and Brother

What exactly did he mean by, “I plan on doing just that”?

Many definitions for this phrase flittered through Inuyasha’s mind rather rapidly, a frown marring his face as his mind went into overdrive.

Okay, I told this jackass to get off... how many ways could that be interpreted in our current situation?

Option 1: He promptly gets the hell off of me and gives me room to sit up and we both act like nothing happened. Ever. Because really, I don’t need to add this to my list of therapy reasons!

Option 2: He promptly gets the hell off of me, beats the shit out of me for forcing myself on him (which is insane but there you have Sesshomaru) and then Dad miraculously appears only to kick the shit out of Sesshomaru for rendering me immobile for the rest of my 18th birthday.

Option 3: Sesshomaru starts to hump my leg until he, in fact, “gets off.”

Option 4: Sesshomaru gets up to go clean himself after “getting off” on my leg, only to have it go off (when cleaning it) on him like it did on me. Ha! Take that you cocky bastard! Let’s see how much you like to be laughed at when that happens!

Personally, he preferred Options 1 and 2 but for some reason a feeling of dread washed over him and told him that it was Option 3 that his brother was referring to, Option 4 notwithstanding. And if that were the case... Oh, shit.

Oh no. No, no, no, no, no!

“Sesshomaru, get a hold of yourself; this joke isn’t funny anymore! Stop it! I’ll tell Dad you’re being a dick! And on my fucking birthday no less!!”

Sesshomaru paused, his face slowly coming to level with Inuyasha’s wide eyes, his own quietly contemplating something for what seemed like an eternity when in reality was only a few short moments.

“You are not Inuyasha...” came the soft murmured realization.

What the fuck?!

“‘Course I’m me! Who the hell else would I be?!” Inuyasha said incredulously.

“Mmm, indeed. You are much more of a pest than Inuyasha, you must be his current vessel,” came the uttered statement. Though this revelation still didn’t deter Sesshomaru from invading Inuyasha’s personal bubble.

Vessel?! What the fuck?!

“V-vessel?!” Inuyasha screeched out his earlier thought.

“Mmm,” Sesshomaru responded, peering down at the one he was above and pondering something that wasn’t exactly innocent. “You have an uncanny appearance to him, my otouto. Yet, now that I examine you closer,” the youkai said as he leaned all of his weight back down on the currently terrified boy beneath him, his face not even an inch from the other’s, as were other parts of him further below. “I can see that your eyes are slightly different. I wonder... are there other parts of your body that are dissimilar as well?”

Sesshomaru’s eyes glinted with lechery. To which Inuyasha’s soul promptly flew out of his body.

The youkai started nuzzling the prone hanyou’s face, drinking in his scent, his mouth slightly open and panting in anticipation; he had a purpose and a mission, among other things; Operation: Entice Slumbering Mate Out.

“Come out, Otouto. How can I find pleasure in taking this other you while you hide away like a scared little pup?” came the coaxing.

“Who the fuck are you talking to?!” Inuyasha began.

“My brother,” Sesshomaru answered simply, nipping at the hot skin beneath his mouth. “My lover,” the youkai continued assaulting Inuyasha’s skin. “My mate...”

“I’m your brother, moron!” the hanyou growled, which quickly faded into a whimper of horror at the other labels the youkai had specified. “What do you mean, lover, mate?! And quit doing that!”

“No, you are not my otouto, you are Inuyasha’s current vessel, a body which carries two souls, your own and your past self’s. It is the same in my case; your brother is my vessel. Your past self, the original Inuyasha, is you.” More nipping ensued.

“S-Sesshomaru, you aren’t making any sense,” Inuyasha complained, completely forgetting that he was being sexually assaulted by his sibling, his blood!

“Mmm, you taste just like him,” came hummed praise. Sesshomaru seemed to find the fact that this Inuyasha wasn’t his brother not very relevant and instead took the route of comparing the two souls to one another physically. He had a furious rebuttal against the notion that their personalities were similar, albeit with some minor flaws on both parts, but he would absolutely not acknowledge that his mate was anything like this spoiled little brat, aside from outward appearance. Even though, really, it was true. However, as it’s said, people tend to overly romanticize the ones they love.

And overly romanticize he did. Denial, after all, was the youkai’s middle name.

“I wonder; does your skin heat up when I touch you along your jaw, little one? And when I stroke your ears?” A soft whimper was heard from the half-demon in response to the touches he was receiving. “And when I place my claws on your hip...” A hand moved down and cupped a narrow hip, hiking the red shirt up so he could touch heated flesh. A barely contained moan escaped the hanyou.

Sesshomaru grinned.

“As it should be,” came a whispered observation. Sesshomaru continued touching and prodding the hanyou beneath him, testing to see whether or not this body was indeed the reincarnation of his beloved mate from centuries ago.

The caresses themselves were gentle, soothing touches, so as to not frighten the younger male into a more than likely flight of fur. A brush of fingers against his cheek, a nuzzle to his left temple, a brief rub of wanton lips against a thick, heavenly scented neck... All touches that in no way indicated that the youkai pinning him down was in fact holding himself in check so he didn’t simply ravage him on the spot.

But even the strongest of youkai had their breaking points, Sesshomaru’s being when Inuyasha started to pant as the elder’s hands meticulously rubbed his ears a little more sensually than anyone else ever had.

“Uhn,” came a grunt from Inuyasha, eyes closed in absolute bliss, completely oblivious to the fact that his brother, his rival since he was eleven, was the one causing these heated throbs to hum throughout his groin.

“Inuyasha...” came a breathy voice.

“Mmm?”

“Inuyasha... do you remember when we destroyed Naraku? How we had combined our powers, inadvertently linking our souls together to deliver him the finishing blow?”

The hanyou frowned slightly, eyes still closed, as he tried processing what that admittedly alluring voice had just stated...

Destroyed Naraku? Naraku... Yes, he remembered... He remembered when his older brother and him had played behind their house a few miles away, pretending to be make-believe characters... there had been some evil half-demon that they had named Naraku... and... they had destroyed him... Together, they had destroyed him.

“Y-Yes,” came the answer from the back of his throat, the sensations he was feeling prohibiting him to swallow the lump that seemed to constrict any and all of his coherent speech.

Sesshomaru licked his lips after hearing that husky voice after so many eons, causing his blood to stir and flush southwards. His eyes closed momentarily as he let his body weight lean against that of his mate’s reincarnation. With a blissful sigh, he curled his hips down, reveling in the pleasure such a simple act caused. There was no way he could hold back any longer...

“Do you... remember when we parted... how we had refused to be within the same vicinity of each other because of... odd instincts?”

Inuyasha merely nodded, his head flickering up towards Sesshomaru’s caressing hand.

“You had left with that wench of yours to gather the remaining shards of the Shikon no Tama which had been shattered once more... and I...”

“You...” Inuyasha began, his mind foggy, his speech merely breathed out which caused Sesshomaru to stop mid-sentence simply out of fascination. Was his mate surfacing already? “You... loved that... wind sorceress... you were going to mate her...”

Sesshomaru’s eyes widened slightly, not so much at the answer the hanyou was giving him but at the fact that his tone seemed saddened yet angered.

“No. No, Otouto,” the youkai soothed, coming to cup one of the half-demon’s cheeks, affectionately and submissively nuzzling him beneath his chin, temporarily relinquishing his overwhelming presence of dominance for but a moment. “I never loved Kagura. I... used her as a form of release.”

To this, Inuyasha, in his somewhat hazy state of mind, snorted in disbelief.

“Do not laugh, Otouto. It is true. I desired something I didn’t know I desired, and the first able body I found, I used to get rid of that odd feeling. I had never desired another in my life. I thought that Kagura was perhaps the one I wanted...”

Inuyasha unconsciously growled in irritation, not wanting to hear what was being said. This small act of possessive jealousy caused Sesshomaru to grin.

“Do not be jealous, Otouto. If you remember the situation, you must surely recall when I first bedded you...” the demon said coyly.

To that the hanyou stiffened.

Something... something was pulling at the edge of his mind, whispering to him, telling him to let go of consciousness... but he wouldn’t, no. Those hands on him felt way too nice to give up. Yet... he could recall when Sesshomaru and he were younger... where the elder boy had them sleep in the same room. They embraced all night but that was it... at least, when he thought back to his childhood, he thought that was it.

“You are confused,” came the knowing statement. “Do not confuse those times to what really happened in our past, Otouto. Look beyond those simple embraces, for, back then, we could not put their child bodies through what we would call… regular activity.”

For some reason that statement made Inuyasha blush, but he did as was told for some reason and unknowingly stumbled upon something in his mind that he would have never fathomed up in his wildest of dreams...

Their first encounter had been rash yet timid, violent yet cautious. There were hot fingers splaying across heated flesh, and even warmer, wetter tongues dancing across said flesh.

“What-” Inuyasha was about to ask where these images had suddenly come from when he realized that there was a tongue on his flesh, and it was wet. And hot. And-! “H-Hey!”

During the hanyou’s period of reminiscence, Sesshomaru took it upon himself to properly divest his past lover’s body of its red shirt, pulling the jeans down as far as their width would allow to the point of just barely hanging on to Inuyasha’s slim waist. The erotic sight of this body was too much to take and not simply taste. And taste he did as he stabbed forward, renewing an old path he used to take on his mate’s body from long ago.

Inuyasha’s entire being arched as he felt a thick, wet tongue lap around his naval, occasionally dipping in for a taste before darting out again to continue a patternless route upwards. Long fingers splayed near the V of his lower stomach, making small circles with their fingertips as that wonderfully delicious tongue dipped, poked and licked languidly, enjoying the taste and pace of its exploration; if truth be told, the youkai himself was enjoying this immensely, even though it wasn’t his mate, if his eyes being closed and his mouth panting thickly were anything to go by.

“S-Sesshomaru!” came a startled gasp. However, said gasp was quickly turned into a heated grunt that the hanyou tried his best to constrict within his throat, yet to no avail could it be hidden from his brother’s keen senses.

“Let my mate come out,” came a husky voice. “You are tired, are you not? Your eyelids feel thick and heavy... your mind foggy... That is my mate asking for release. He wants to surface, little one. Let him out.”

Through the haziness Inuyasha could hear what Sesshomaru was saying and slowly everything clicked into place, no matter if he believed it or not. His eyes did feel heavy, and he did feel tired... He could also hear some feeling, not necessarily a voice, that was asking him to let go and slip into unconsciousness. To let it free. But this feeling wasn’t overly pushy, just...

“You...” came Inuyasha’s strained voice, his traitorous body enjoying the touches too much to listen to him. “Shit...” Sesshomaru’s tongue traced around a now hardened nipple, the hot appendage electrifying his skin, making his body temperature skyrocket. Then a soft wind of breath blew over the area that had been assaulted and the hanyou’s chest pushed forward. “Oh God...” came a curse. A curse at his brother, a curse at that tongue and a curse at himself.

“Let go, little one...”

“No... You... You said that he’s asking for permission... and implied that I have to grant it for... for him to be able to come out...” Inuyasha couldn’t believe that he was indulging his brother in this insane leap of logic that there was another him inside of himself. But there he was... leaping logic with his psychotic brother.

“Yes,” Sesshomaru answered carefully, stopping his ministrations and inadvertently giving Inuyasha a chance to think clearly.

“Then if that’s the case, no.”

“No?”

“No, I won’t give him permission! This is my body! And I’m me, not him! He’s not even real! If he were truly to exist in me as well he’d be the one in control in the first place but he isn’t!”

Golden eyes darkened and narrowed dangerously.

“You will consent to his request, because unlike me, he will more than likely acquiesce to your wishes.”

Up until this point, Inuyasha seriously doubted his brother’s sanity... but something inside of him told him that this wasn’t his brother. The person talking now was a stranger, an evil, snarky, bastard, sexual assaulter stranger. Not to mention the simple, base fact that his brother wasn’t this demented as to play with his mind and touch him the way he was currently being... touched...

“Unlike you…? You mean, you didn’t give yourself per- I mean, my brother didn’t give you permission?” Why did he feel like an idiot saying that? Was it just him?

“Indeed. And I will tell you now, little one. It was a very painful encounter for him,” came a deeper, angrier voice. “He is lucky that I am so merciful, else I’d have had to render his mind into a complete state of paralysis.”

That’s about the time Inuyasha felt hands running along his naked legs, stretching from the outside of his knees to the inside of his thighs, dangerously close to his-!!

WHEN THE HELL DID MY PANTS COME OFF?! Inuyasha screeched mentally.

“Unfortunately,” Sesshomaru began. It seemed, Inuyasha instantly decided, that he really liked listening to his own voice, being the narcissistic bastard that he was. “I am only able to cause him mental anguish. And I can tell you one thing, little hanyou. Your brother is fighting right now to break free of the mental bonds I have placed him under. Why do you think that is?”

Inuyasha moaned as those hands coaxed unwanted desires in him.

“Cause... you’re a bastard! And he won’t put up with your stupid-assed bullshit!” The venom he would have liked to have used in his tone of voice was completely ruined by the wanton sounds that escaped his mouth at regular breathing intervals. Damn his stupid body and its baser, perverted urges!

Sesshomaru- no, whoever the hell this bastard was, because it was not his big brother – smirked.

“I think he is... a bit possessive of you, little hanyou. He wants not to see or feel the attention that I am giving you. Maybe it is he who wants to be doing these things to you...?”

“Holy shit...”

Inuyasha, though practically comatose in his little bubble of happy shiny thrumming, was still able to catch the point that this youkai was implying, regardless of the distracting hands that had finally touched him where no other had ever seen, let alone grasped (other than himself, of course, but really, that didn’t count right now).

“He’d... fuck, he’d never touch me, let alone... shit, give me a hug-!!” Inuyasha groaned out, completely ruining his firm resolve of ‘no moaning while your possessed brother is touching you.’ So much for that course of action.

“I beg to differ,” the youkai said, licking his lips in a hunger of the depraved kind. “I can feel his emotions... I can feel embarrassment (That’d be me, Inuyasha thought sadly), disappointment (Me again, the hanyou mentally sobbed), fury (Probably me, but probably this dickhead that took over his body more, the half-demon noted),... Heh, arousal (Probably m- Wait a tick! Arousal?! came a panicked, racing thought). He feels all this and more at my touching you like this.”

Long fingers finally skimmed over a thick, pulsating shaft, complete with a soft, furry nest of hairs at its base, tweaking the tip of the head in speculation, seeing if this vessel of his mate’s was truly the right one.

In past experiences they had sometimes lived at different times, while in other eras they had both been female, older/younger than the other, of different races etc. This was the first time that they had been together in the bodies of brothers, of the same blood like they had been so many eons ago. They even resembled their past selves. It was uncanny really and the once daiyoukai of the West had to admit, much to his chagrin, that this was indeed his brother, reincarnated. Though he would be lying if he said he wasn’t feeling attracted...

“So you will not give him passage into your mind?”

“N-ung... N-no.”

The daiyoukai smirked in satisfaction.

“Very well. Then I will wrought upon you what I would have on my mate.”

“W-What?!” Inuyasha snapped to awareness. Or maybe... Maybe that was something else inside of his head that was urging him to be alert and not let this youkai do whatever he pleased...

“You owe me that much, little one, seeing as how you won’t let my mate out,” came the knowing voice of a bastard that was going to get the shit kicked out of him in like, two seconds.

Inuyasha’s anger flared and he pushed forward with all that he had in him and kicked the bastard where it counted...

At least... that had been the plan.

Sadly it didn’t occur, and the damnable pain-in-the-ass merely laughed at him as he wiggled against the ground, pressed against by the unyielding body above.

“You are a very amusing creature, but I have had enough humor for one day. Right now... I’d much rather see if you and my mate taste similar,” and with that the daiyoukai dipped his head down, hands still subduing the feisty hanyou above him, and licked the underside of his prisoner’s penis.

He trailed the cock from its base to its tip, knowing it wouldn’t be enough. It was one thing to press his tongue to the shaft, to feel a strong, pulsing pillar of flesh against the top of the wet muscle... but it was another to totally engulf it within his mouth.

By the gods, he salivated at the very thought of milking his lover- rather, his lover’s body – again, finally again.

Pressing a kiss to the tip of the head, the daiyoukai finally sunk down on his first favorite part of his brother, his mate (the second being his ears, but really, in a moment like this, those hardly counted, unless of course if his brother was on his knees licking the insides of his thighs, the furry triangles brushing against his hardened shaft... Shit, he was getting harder at the mere thought of past memories...).

By this point, Inuyasha was moaning out, unable to hold the pleas for more within his heavy throat. Goddamn that bastard and his fucking delicious mouth! Goddamn his father for leaving Sesshomaru and him alone together and goddamn- it felt so good!

Mere moments passed, Inuyasha heaving inside his own flesh at the pleasure it gave him to be in someone’s mouth, the daiyoukai reveling in the very similar taste this Inuyasha had to his mate and both battling with the ones they kept as prisoners inside of themselves.

Something in Inuyasha was highly annoyed. Raging, fuming, furious, angry... were probably the proper terms to use for this absolute feeling of loathing jealousy and betrayal that coursed through his veins, causing his mental hackles to rise.

The daiyoukai, Sesshomaru, was having similar afflictions; Anger, rage, annoyance, sadness, rage, arousal, jealousy, embarrassment, fury, depression, and, was RAGE mentioned? He could feel his vessel’s soul fighting back with an alarming amount of strength, most of it, he surmised, was fueled by the vessel’s dislike of him, the daiyoukai of the West, touching his brother in such a way.

But he couldn’t care less. He was touching his mate again and-!! Damn it! The annoying, little bastard of a vessel of his had made it to the upper levels of consciousness...

The youkai wavered in his ministrations to the hanyou below, his focus going blurry for a moment. Quickly blinking his eyes back into focus and growling (which caused the most delicious moan to escape the half-demon’s throat) he gained the upper hand yet again. He doubted, however, that he would be able to do it a second time... after all, the vessel, appropriately named Sesshomaru, had had complete control over this body for a lot longer than the daiyoukai had.

He didn’t have long so he’d have to make the most of it. Fuck the hanyou and piss off his vessel; two demons, one purifying arrow, as it were.

He allowed a spark to flicker throughout his eyes since his mouth was otherwise occupied.

“SHIT!” The hanyou was close to climax... Damn his vessel for finding the route out of submission so soon, else he’d have been able to get off as well. No matter, there were always other times for such... enjoyments, the daiyoukai mentally smirked.

The youkai then started to hum an old tune, deep throating the youngling and clenching the muscles in his esophagus together to bring Inuyasha to completion.

And everything in Inuyasha’s world exploded into a brilliant white galaxy of stars, a cry of triumph erupting from deep within his gullet, his claws lengthening and digging into the wood paneling beneath him, pushing up further into the tight warmth that belonged to that slick, hot mouth.

Even though he was close himself, the daiyoukai would not reach his peak because an angered-beyond-all-reason child vessel of his found the opening in the mental maze that he had created to keep him from doing just that; from taking over their body once again.

And the daiyoukai let Inuyasha slip out of his mouth, reveling the musky taste lying on his tongue as he fell backwards upon the ground against the seat of the couch, body lax and mind numb; he was being mentally forced to retreat into submission by his vessel's willpower (and maybe anger) alone.

In passing, the two souls clashed.

“You bastard...” seethed the present mind.

“I hope you enjoyed the show. I know I enjoyed your hanyou,” came the amused chuckle of the past, feudal lord.

“If you touch him again, I will kill you.”

“You cannot kill me, you fool,” the old soul responded craftily. “I am you, as you are me.”

And with that the old soul drifted to sleep for the time being, until once again his vessel’s desire would stir him to consciousness.

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Chapter end.