Baseballs and Bottoms

A/N Thanks for all the folks who enjoyed the perverted fun of this story, and were nice enough to say so! Who knew a simple spanking fic would end up going this long? I was in the mood for perversion today, so now you get more.

Warnings: anal play, spanking, humiliation, a few laughs.

Baseballs and Bottoms – Chapter 3

Sesshoumaru stared at Inuyasha, ignoring the white t-shirt clinging to his brother’s chest as he silently willed the dog-eared head to raise up so he could look Inuyasha in the eye. He had to see that bright taunting gaze with a need that bordered on pain. He wanted to convey the message his mind was so very carefully planning. Inuyasha’s golden eyes would meet his and Inuyasha would instantly discover that yes, Sesshoumaru DID know that Inuyasha had watched him get smacked like a child. And then he would take another look, and he would realize that he… was… going… to… pay.

Shifting uncomfortably on the three cushions underneath him, Sesshoumaru reveled in the idea. Inuyasha was going to pay for getting Sesshoumaru spanked, and he was going to pay even more for watching. Sesshoumaru wasn’t sure how, or when, but ohhhhh was the little brat going to regret everything he’d done. He didn’t really care anymore that he’d been in the wrong; Inuyasha should have known better than to spy on Sesshoumaru’s humiliation. Glancing briefly at his father, Sesshoumaru glared even harder at Inuyasha’s head. He might have been willing to witness a few of Inuyasha’s punishments as an exchange, but father was no longer willing to cooperate. He’d said as much when Sesshoumaru had tried to tell him that Inuyasha was peering out the window, when the sting had been getting too much. Father had told him that Inuyasha could watch if he wanted to! He thought the stupid brat deserved some…what had he said? Justice?

And then when the entire, horrible experience had ended, he’d told him that he wouldn’t be spanking Inuyasha again. Ever. Father had looked at him with cold eyes, and Sesshoumaru had felt like the youkai had already known of his plans to get Inuyasha even further punished in retribution.

Sesshoumaru’s eyes narrowed to slits as he thought about it, and he continued to scowl at Inuyasha’s bent head. If Father wouldn’t take care of things, then he’d just have to take it into his own hands. Inuyasha could NOT be allowed to get away with causing him humiliation. Face down, ass bare out in the open air where anyone could have walked by, was bad enough. Inuyasha’s smug face in the window had made it even worse; there would be a reckoning.

Sesshoumaru had felt the first, stinging pain across the cheeks of his ass, and all he could think was that Inuyasha was witness to it. The evil little imp had seen Sesshoumaru like that, as his father’s hand came down and his buttocks felt hot and tight. It had stung so badly with each smack that he’d tried to get away, even when he knew what it must look like. Inuyasha had probably laughed himself silly.

Eyes turned red a moment before Sesshoumaru reined in his youki and calmed. He was going to make sure Inuyasha fully understood how foolish he’d been. If Father wouldn’t do it, he’d damn well turn the whelp over his own knee and spank that lily white ass himself. Sesshoumaru inhaled sharply as he thought about it. Wouldn’t that just kill him? Having not his father but his own brother spanking him? Sesshoumaru could just see him, naked and helpless and face down. He’d have to tie his arms behind his back, of course; he hated to admit it, but he wasn’t quite as strong as his father was. He’d need a little restraint to actually keep Inuyasha there. He’d taunt him, remind him of what an annoying little git he was, remind him of how he could have avoided it if he’d just left Sesshoumaru alone and not watched, and then he’d smack those round cheeks until they glowed like a stoplight. Bright and red and hot, that’s what they’d be. And then Inuyasha would be soooo sorry. He’d plead and whine and beg during the spanking, his body squirming helplessly as he lay over Sesshoumaru’s lap. Sesshoumaru could do anything he wanted to him, and Inuyasha would know it.

He swallowed, thinking about it. He wanted to make Inuyasha truly feel what an awful thing he’d done. Inuyasha had gone against Sesshoumaru. He’d betrayed him; he’d watched him punished. He didn’t have the right.

Didn’t he understand what his place was? He was the younger brother, which meant Sesshoumaru was dominant. Inuyasha’s role was already defined. He just had to submit to Sesshoumaru, to do as he was ordered, and if Sesshoumaru had to make him helpless and humiliated to get him to see that, he would do it. Gladly.

He could do so much more than a simple spanking, he thought. If he was so inclined, Sesshoumaru could get up and bend the little squirt over his own bed. He could squeeze those round cheeks so hard it left white impressions in the skin. He could do anything he wanted, because he was older and stronger and Inuyasha needed to figure that out damn fast. He was the younger brother, and he would NOT be allowed to succeed in coming after Sesshoumaru. Even if it was in the form of their father, Inuyasha had still tried to take him on.

He would learn just how foolish that had been. Inuyasha obviously needed a reminder as to what position he actually occupied in this family. He seemed to have forgotten who was in charge. Sesshoumaru thought of Inuyasha, bent over that bed, and his claws dug into his palms. He might have been content with watching Inuyasha’s pale bottom glowing pink over Father’s lap, but with that being over…

With his having to personally insure that Inuyasha suffered appropriately, there would be some changes. The little brat would have to adjust quickly, but he should be able to. After all, Inuyasha should be happy Sesshoumaru was willing to teach him. He was the younger brother, dammit. He should do what he was told.

If Sesshoumaru told him to clean his elder brother’s room, he should do it. If Sesshoumaru told him to keep his mouth shut while Sesshoumaru snuck out of the house to meet Kagura at the Crazy Steer, he should do it.

If Sesshoumaru told him to drop his pants and bend over, he should...

Sesshoumaru’s eyes gleamed and he swallowed, shifting. What would that be like, standing over those taut buttocks as they quivered and waited for what was going to happen next.

He licked his lips. Inuyasha, he SHOULD do what he was told. It didn’t matter what it was, did it? If Sesshoumaru told him to- to pull his cheeks apart so Sesshoumaru could see his little pink entrance… Sesshoumaru swallowed a moan. Maybe that would finally end this, if he did. Maybe it would stop the dreams that had haunted him every damn night since this spanking obsession had hit him like an out of control car.

He’d reach his own majority in a few weeks when he turned 21, but Inuyasha wouldn’t attain it for a couple years yet. He was inexperienced; Sesshoumaru had made sure of that. His brother had never successfully had time alone with the local girls. He would have let himself get too involved, and Sesshoumaru wasn’t about to let his brother be hurt by someone outside the family. The stupid idiot was far too naïve.

He would have to be shown what his body needed. He would have to be taught what was required of him. He needed to learn…

“Sesshoumaru, are you feeling all right, son?” Inu no Taisho looked at him with a curious half smile and Sesshoumaru realized that he was aroused, and aching, and the smell of it was thick in the air. Inuyasha’s ears were flat against his head as he looked up at him with wide eyes, and Father... Father seemed to be enjoying it.

Sesshoumaru looked away from them both to stare at the wall. Every time Father made that ridiculous face, it had him wanting to spit on the floor. Father and his expectations for the both of them were irritating and had nothing to do with their relationship at the moment. He was not planning on marrying and mating Inuyasha, no matter what his father might think. He wasn’t going to ‘keep it all in the family,’ or fall ‘in love’ or whatever revoltingly weak reason his father had concocted in his head. He simply really, really wanted to feel his palms sting as he spanked Inuyasha. He wanted to have the right to torment him whenever, wherever, and however he wished, until he tired of it.

He didn’t need a mating to give him that power. Once he showed Inuyasha what he could have if he gave himself to Sesshoumaru, the power would be his, right then, right there.

Inuyasha shoved back from the table, still managing to avoid Sesshoumaru’s eye. “I’m tired. I’m goin’ to bed.” Inuaysha’s mutter just barely made it to his ears before the brat was out the door and up the stairs.

Sesshoumaru growled.

Father laughed at him. “I don’t blame him one bit for not wanting to be around you. You’ve been terrible to him. And don’t forget you’re getting up early tomorrow; you’ll be doing Inuyasha’s chores as well as your own for the next month.”

“Yes, Father,” Sesshoumaru mumbled. “If you’ll excuse me.” He pushed away from the table as well. “I should go apologize to Inuyasha.”

“Yes, you should,” his mother said softly. He never could understand how his human step-mother could always make him feel guilty when he did the wrong thing, but he was sure if he had ears like his brother’s, they would be flat by now. “I’m glad you realize what you’ve done and are going to make it up to him.”

“Of course, mother.” Sesshoumaru nodded to her. “I will make sure to give Inuyasha his due.” He turned and made his way up the stairs.

He was going to make his brother regret his disrespect at watching him, and then he was going to have a little fun. Inuyasha was going to realize once and for all who he really needed to please in the next few years.


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Inuyasha lay on his bed, his arms over his head as he tried to calm down. It would be okay. All he had to do was avoid Sesshoumaru for a few days, maybe a few weeks, a few months if he was unlucky.

Until he turned 21?

He could do that, couldn’t he? He shouldn’t have to, but he knew how devious his brother was. Sesshoumaru was going to find some way to get back at him. He’d get some sort of revenge, even if he was the asshole who’d done something wrong in the first place. Sesshoumaru always thought he was the injured party, the conceited bastard.

Inuyasha bit his lip and moaned under his breath. What was Sesshoumaru going to try and do to him? Get him busted for shit he didn’t do again? That wouldn’t work any time soon, but he might try to do it a few weeks down the line. Inuyasha bit his lip as he thought of what was more likely: humiliation. Sesshoumaru had always excelled at that whenever he was really pissed at Inuyasha, and he was very obviously PISSED. Inuyasha could remember waking up naked in a field two miles from home after he’d pissed him off before. Or hiding near the water hole after he’d been skinny dipping with Kikyou and his father had somehow gotten wind of it.

Well, Inuyasha was going to be on his guard, this time. He was going to see that he got a little vengeance on Sesshoumaru for once, besides the punishment from Father, and then he’d hole up for a while. He was pissed, and embarrassed, but he wasn’t a fucking idiot.

There was a soft knock at his door and he sighed and pushed himself up. Mother didn’t deserve him being a jerk to her or anything. She was probably going to make sure he was doing okay with everything. That was just like her.

He took a deep breath, making sure his ears weren’t laying flat anymore, and flicked the deadbolt. He was reaching for the handle when the door slammed open, the knob hitting him in the gut and knocking him back onto his butt. He struggled to breath, the wind knocked out of him, and panicked. Sesshoumaru stepped into the room, his pale slacks and shirt pristine as he closed and locked the door behind him. He smiled slowly with bared fangs. Inuyasha tried to scramble backwards, still attempting to breathe.

Without a sound, Sesshoumaru jumped him. He flipped him over and bound his arms until they were bent up behind his back almost to his shoulder blades. Inuyasha gasped and moaned involuntarily until he finally sucked in some air,

What the hell! “Fucking asshole, whaddaya think you’re doing?! Father is gonna kick your ass for this!”

Sesshoumaru knelt next to him, a heavy hand pressing down on his back, while he bent his head next to Inuyasha’s twitching ear. “And how is he going to find out, hmmm? Are you going to tell him?”

“You bet your butt I am!”

“Then I suppose I’ll have to tell him what happened to all his girly magazines, won’t I? He still thinks that mother came across them during spring cleaning. I’m sure he’d be happy to have them back.”

Inuyasha choked, wriggling as he worked at getting out from under Sesshoumaru’s hand. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“We’ll find out.” Sesshoumaru murmured, and Inuyasha urked as his brother jerked him into the air with an arm around his stomach. Tucked against Sesshoumaru’s side, he kicked out at him, grunting when he couldn’t get a solid hit, and gasped again as Sesshoumaru sat down on the bed and slammed him face down over his lap.

Kicking fiercely, Inuyasha shimmied his body as he tried to get off. If he could just get away for a few minutes, he could make it to the door. He didn’t know what the bastard was planning to do, but his current position made him really fucking worried. Would the asshole actually try to spank him?

A little thread of heat snuck up from his groin as he imagined Sesshoumaru smacking his ass and he struggled harder.

“Don’t you dare, bastard! You think you were in trouble before? That’s nothing to when mother and father hear you and come up here to –“

“Soundproofed, Inuyasha, remember? And besides, they both know that I’m up here ‘apologizing.’ They’ll make sure not to bother either of us for a while.” Inuyasha shook momentarily at the dark glee in his brother’s voice. Warm pressure spread across his bottom as Sesshoumaru palmed his ass.

“G-get your hand offa me, you pervert!”

“Pervert?” Sesshoumaru chuckled and his claws sliced into the seat of Inuyasha’s jeans with surgical precision. He pushed the remnants aside until they hung from Inuyasha’s thighs. As the air conditioning blew cool air over his bare ass, Inuyasha wished desperately that he’d bothered to put on some damn underwear. “You are threatened with a spanking and your first thought is that I have something perverted in mind? What has your little mind been thinking of lately, brother?”

Inuyasha flushed and struggled harder to get free. Sesshoumaru’s hand on his back was enough to keep him pinned, however. “I – I just know how freaky you are!”

“Freaky, hmm? I’m not the one whose not wearing underwear today.” Sesshoumaru’s palm cupped one of Inuyasha’s bared cheeks, the pressure from his fingertips stinging as he let his claws just prod the sensitive skin. “And that is certainly not my erection that I feel against my thigh.”

Humiliation washed over him. Not now. C’mon dick, you just jacked off over him, you should be good! His cock ignored him and firmed as Sesshoumaru’s grip shifted so his fingers edged into the crease in the middle of his ass.

“You’ll have to be patient for now. I can’t do anything about your arousal.” Inuyasha breathed a sigh of relief even as humiliation sung in his veins. “Yet. You have to pay first, Inuyasha. Punishment before pleasure.”

Oh shit!

“Wha –“ His question ended on a yelp as Sesshoumaru picked up his hand and snapped it down sharply. His body jerked as the sting set off something inside him that had him even harder. No, this wasn’t what he was feeling. He was pissed! He was going to kill that asshole. He was going to –

He yelped and then moaned as another slap had lust spreading from his ass to his groin. Writhing, he flexed his muscles, trying to pull his arms clear of their bindings, or pull himself off of Sesshoumaru’s lap.

Sesshoumaru smoothed his hand over his ass, rubbing the skin softly. “Well, well, well. What an interesting development. You really are a little pervert, aren’t you?”

“I am not!”

Sesshoumaru slapped him again and Inuyasha whimpered, straining as he tried to get free. He could smell the scent of his own arousal jump even as he felt it rushing underneath his skin. What the hell was wrong with him??

“Such a sweet little pervert.” Sesshoumaru slapped him once on each butt cheek, the sting setting off something dark and hot. “You’re enjoying this. That changes things completely.”

Sesshoumaru slapped his bottom again, hard, and his body jerked and throbbed. “You are so hot for this you can’t stand it.” Blood was rushing to his head as Inuyasha’s body sagged, his stomach muscles giving out. His breath came in frightened, aroused gasps. His body had to keep fighting! He had to get away.

Why, his mind asked. Another slap and he moaned again. God, what was happening to him? Why was he feeling this way?

“What did you d-do to me?” Another slap and he felt like his body was on the edge of release. “You did something, didn’t you! Y-you drugged me! You –“

“I’m not doing anything but redden your tight little ass, Inuyasha.” Sesshoumaru murmured. “Although obviously I’ll have to postpone your punishment for later. This is far too pleasurable to count. Although perhaps if I simply left you like this...”

“No!” Inuyasha blurted, and then he flinched and yelped as Sesshoumaru answered him with a number of hard, hot slaps against his buttocks.

“No? What do you want me to do then?” Sesshoumaru’s voice sounded a bit hoarse, his breathing heavy as though he was putting all his energy into the paddling and was overexerting himself.

“I- “ What did he want? Not this! Sesshoumaru was looking at his bare butt and making fun of him and hitting his ass…and it was turning him on! The heat and smacking pain against his ass felt like it had an expressway to his cock and it felt so fucking painful and so damn good, it was impossible to distinguish between the two. But the bastard was mocking him, and he hated that.

What did he want?

He didn’t want Sesshoumaru to make fun of him anymore. His ass was assaulted again with a loud thwap and he moaned. He wanted to come so badly, but…

“Stop making fun of me,” he whispered, squirming desperately even as he jerked his erection against Sesshoumaru’s thigh. “You can fucking beat me up, bastard, but stop making fun of me.”

Sesshoumaru’s hand came down to gently clasp one of the cheeks of his bottom and his voice was surprisingly soft. “Making fun of you? I wouldn’t dream of it, little brother. You need something. You need THIS.” Sesshoumaru slapped his bottom again. “And I’m the one who can give you what you want. I’m not mocking you; I’m teaching you.”

Inuyasha growled and yelped at another smack. “Y-you hate me.” Inuyasha bit his lip. That’s not what he’d wanted to say. He stared at Sesshoumaru’s pale bare foot resting on his grungy, maroon carpet, aroused and aching and unsure.

“I don’t hate you.” Sesshoumaru’s hand began rubbing across his throbbing bottom in soft, smoothing strokes. “We’re brothers, little whelp. How could I hate you? ”

That was a lie. Sesshoumaru was always out to get him. Why else had the bastard started trying to get him spanked in the first place? “You’re just doing this to me to get even.”

“Perhaps, in the beginning. But when you respond this way?” Sesshoumaru’s hand moved, his hand sliding down until the pads of his fingers caressed the back of Inuyasha’s balls. “This is something different now. Your body is so tight it’s exhausting, isn’t it? Your skin is shivering while it waits for the next touch. Your erection is aching and hard, your gut feels like it’s right on the edge of the most fantastic release you’ve ever had…”

“N-no,” he whispered, and his mind screamed yes! Yes, yes, yes, fucking yes, give it to me!

“Yes,” Sesshoumaru whispered back. “Do you know how arousing you look, Inuyasha? Bound and helpess over my lap with your hair pooled on the floor. Your bottom is so pink it looks like some luscious peach I should take a bite out of.”

Inuyasha shuddered, squirming more as Sesshoumaru’s hand moved from his balls to worm its way between his cheeks. “So, Inuyasha, are your insides as soft as a ripened peach, too?” Inuyasha squeaked, his torso pushing up in shock as Sesshoumaru pushed a finger inside of him to the knuckle.

“Most definitely. Warm and soft. It makes me want to eat you up entirely, little brother,” Sesshoumaru murmured in a low growl. Inuyasha gulped, the heat still enveloping his bottom contrasting with the small, odd sting of his brother’s finger invading his ass. Why had he put something in there?

“Sesshoumaru, s-stop. I- what are you doing? Your finger is – what are you DOING?” Inuyasha whined as Sesshoumaru’s finger pushed further in, the sting suddenly joined by a sharp shock that jerked his cock to attention again. “Aaaah!”

“There we are. You’re so close now to getting release, Inuyasha. You’ll have to hold on, just a little longer…until I let you come.”

“No! This isn’t funny, Sesshoumaru! It’s not funny. You’re just doing this because you’re pissed at me…”

“Weren’t you listening?” Sesshoumaru said calmly, moving his finger minutely to send more shocks to jolt through Inuyasha’s body. “This is for pleasure, Inuyasha. I want to see you come, now. I want to see you howl from it. I’m going to see you laid over my lap, pink and hot and aroused, and I want you to remember who did this to you. I’m the ONLY one who can give you a release like this, Inuyasha. I’m the only one who can spank your pretty, pink bottom for you. The next time you need release, you will remember, won’t you, little whelp?”

Sesshoumaru rubbed inside his ass again and he panted at the feeling roaring through him, building.


Sesshoumaru looked at Inuyasha’s body over his lap. He had never wanted anything as much as he wanted to see his brother come right now. The fact that he was the first one to do something like this to him had settled in to make this even more erotic than he would have thought possible. This feeling, this pain induced pleasure, was his.

Every desperate squirm of his body, every aroused whine and moan, was his. Dammit, Inuyasha was his, until he was done with him. The little brat was HIS little brother.

“You will NEVER be able to find this with someone else, Inuyasha,” he said fiercely.

His legs shifted until Inuyasha was scooted off slightly, supported by his tight belly, his erect cock now in the open air.

“You will know who to come to, when you stroke yourself in the middle of the night and are unable to find release.”

While his finger continued it’s slow, deliberate caress within Inuyasha’s tight heat, he moved his hand that had restrained Inuyasha. He bent forward, leaning over Inuyasha’s back, and grabbed his sweet little cock tightly.

“You will have to come find me,” he whispered, nipping at the sweat slicked t-shirt over his back. “If you ask nicely, I will give you more pleasure than you can even dream of, little brother.”

Sesshoumaru withdrew his finger as he began to move his other hand over Inuyasha’s erection. He wanted to end with this. He wanted Inuyasha to come with this newly discovered little fetish he had. He shifted his hand to the base of Inuyasha’s penis just as he slapped his behind, and Inuyasha choked. Sesshoumaru began moving in time, slapping with each movement of his hand over Inuyasha’s cock. He could hear him, his moans growing high pitched and frantic as his bottom grew redder and his hips jerked.

“Go over the edge.” Sesshoumaru was panting, his body hard and aching. Seeing Inuyasha like this, holding him like this, doing this to him – the urge to throw him down on the bed and take him was almost overwhelming. He brought his hand down one last time, as hard as he could, and slid his hand along Inuyasha’s dick. He smiled against his back while Inuyasha’s body stiffened and came. His brother’s incoherent cries made him so damn sexy, Sesshoumaru could hardly bear it. With an almost feral growl, he spanked him twice more, feeling his brother’s hips jerk and more seed erupt with each slap.

Inuyasha lay over Sesshoumaru’s lap like a limp rag as Sesshoumaru released his softening penis to sit back upright. He couldn’t resist running his hand over Inuyasha’s bottom one last time before he lifted his brother off his legs. One careful twist and he had him planted face down onto his pillow infested bed. He took a moment to claw through Inuyasha’s bindings, digging his fingers into the muscles of his brother’s arms to massage blood back into them as he lowered them down his back and laid them gently by his sides.

Inuyasha lay on the bed, still limp, his face buried in pillows. His jeans were tight at the calves, opening like a flower of shredded strips around the middle of his thighs to bare his bright pink little bottom. His t-shirt was soaked with sweat and tumbled up half way up his back. Sesshoumaru shifted at the odd feeling that filled his stomach as he looked at him. He’d known watching Inuyasha receive a spanking was hot enough that he’d risked punishment of his own, just to see it. Doing it himself had been even better than he’d expected. He’d never thought Inuyasha would be so turned on by it, however. He was sure he could take Inuyasha at this moment and he wouldn’t even get a fight. He could cover him and be inside his ass before Inuyasha even knew what was going on.

But even as much as he wanted to take him, the thought left an unpleasant taste in his mouth. It would….sully things. This time had been about showing Inuyasha what his body liked. It made it clear how much he needed Sesshoumaru.

He didn’t want his own needs to be known just yet. With one last look that had saliva pooling in his mouth, he patted the naked bottom and smiled at the small whine that accompanied the movement.

“Remember this, Inuyasha,” he murmured. “When you need this again, you know where to find me. But you’ll have to ask.”

He smiled and got off the bed. After opening the door a crack, he crept out and closed it behind him. He needed to get to the bathroom, take a shower, and jerk off until the hard on in his pants was completely gone, or he was going to go back and take Inuyasha. He didn’t want to do that. He might have at first, but now? He knew it would be so much better when Inuyasha acknowledged who he needed and came to HIM.

Now that he’d given Inuyasha such an overwhelming experience, Inuyasha wouldn’t be able to stay away. He had to know what Sesshoumaru could do for him. He’d come. He’d want Sesshoumaru, and if he did everything he was told, if he followed every order, then Sesshoumaru would give him what he wanted.

Inuyasha was his now.

3 years later

Sesshoumaru lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. In two days, it was Inuyasha’s twenty-first birthday. He’d have reached his majority.

Sesshoumaru growled to himself. The little rat. He’d walked in the house this morning as though nothing was even wrong. He’d never tattled about that night, but he’d managed to get his little ass sent to Myouga’s within a week of Sesshoumaru’s spanking, and he hadn’t come back once! Not once! He’d ignored the fact that he damn well belonged to Sesshoumaru and kept himself away.

Did he think Sesshoumaru would just let this be? Sesshoumaru’d had to use his own fucking hand to jack off for so long now that he barely remembered what the inside of someone’s body felt like anymore. He’d had to fall asleep exhausted and aching with memories of Inuyasha’s pink ass tormenting him. He’d been refused, by his own brother, and that fucking ended NOW.

Inuyasha should have known better, especially when Sesshoumaru caught him kissing that giggling, brainless girl next door at the welcome home party. Kikyou? Kagome? He couldn’t tell the bimbos apart and frankly, he didn’t care. Inuyasha was trying to sate his desire with someone else, and it made Sesshoumaru’s blood sizzle in fury. Inuyasha thought he could share his body with someone else?

It wasn’t his to share. That ass and everything that went with it had been his since he’d spanked it and made Inuyasha shiver and shake like an autumn leaf. It was his, and he was not going to let anyone else so much as touch it. If Inuyasha’s confused little brain didn’t realize that, Sesshoumaru would have to show him the truth in the most obvious way possible.

He needed to make it clear to everyone.

The brat thought he was safe now. He’d denied his needs, and Sesshoumaru’s needs, for three damn years, and now he thought he was free. Days from adulthood, he thought he was free? Well, he wasn’t an adult yet, and he certainly hadn’t escaped Sesshoumaru. While under their father’s roof, they were still answerable to his rules, and Sesshoumaru knew exactly what he could do tonight to take advantage of that. He knew how to make sure Inuyasha, and everyone else, realized who the brat really belonged to.

And he was going to make certain that Inuyasha had no way to leave him, ever again.