You have brought this upon yourself

Sesshomaru stared at his still unconscious nude brother, trussed up like a hog waiting for slaughter. Then again, hogs didn’t have such long appendages. Maybe a calf? Perhaps dog would always be the most accurate way to depict his younger brother.



No matter what the description was, nothing could come close to the real thing bound in rope, leather and metal rings and be nearly as erotic.



Inuyasha was posed on the futon so he was sitting up straight, leaning against the wall. The long, muscular arms were held palm-to-palm, straight back, by means of thick black leather straps crisscrossing from wrist to elbow. His legs were folded so he was kneeling, a hemp rope wrapped tightly to keep the thighs and calves together. The flesh bulged slightly on either side of the bonds and paling slightly.



Sasshomaru, clothed in a simple blue yakata including Mokomoko over his shoulder, was settled against the shoji frame, half in his room and half on the hisashi (wooden porch surrounding a home). Bamboo forest surrounded the surprisingly humble five-room shoin-zukuri (library/desk-center designed home) perched on the blunt top mountain. His lands extended from the mountain to the surrounding valleys, populated with the youkai that he ruled over.



Inuyasha had to have known of Sesshomaru’s success. It was the only explanation for the younger man avoiding anything fifty miles of his kingdom. The older demon was displeased enough at his half brother’s behavior that he finally hunted him down. Now he had the hanyou right where he wanted. His mood had improved on finding him, but had rapidly deteriorated when Inuyasha had dared mentioned having other partners.



You are MINE. The youkai prince promised silently. I will destroy whomever you dared to bed. I do not care when, who or why. Their lives are over. You should have known that. I will mark you so you will never forget it. You will not heal so quickly this time.



The man in question was rising from the depths of the darkness slowly. He felt battered mentally, body aching and tight, as if he were crammed into an awkward position. His head felt mysteriously light under the headache pounding a livid cadence against his skull.



Is this a hangover? Oh, shit…How can you get a hangover if you don’t drink? Inuyasha wondered; squeezing his eyelids even tighter together in a vain effort to fend off the pain. Wordless sounds of discomfort escaped from his chalky-tasting mouth. He tried to move his arm and hissed in apprehension at the same time burning pain rippled up to his shoulder.



Gold eyes flashed open, fighting off the onslaught of panic as he realized that he was tethered in a less then comfortable position. Every movement awoke muscles that had long gone numb to shoot furious twinges throughout his body. His breath hissed from between clenched teeth, eyes narrowing as they fell onto his older brother. The memory came rushing back with his temper chasing it.



“Fucken’ ass pirate!” He winced, clearing his throat as his head protested thinking; let alone speaking. He was slightly embarrassed when the next thing that came out sounded more like a whine. “Why won’t you just leave me the hell alone?”



“A new name. Tell me, how much time did you spend on that one?” the older man intoned, his long fingers working at something in his lap.



The hanyou didn’t answer at first, only concentrating on breathing and ignoring his tingling body. His shoulders were sore and strained from being held in the unnatural position. His knees were bruised from kneeling too long. He panted, letting his head fall forward until his shoulders protested.



“Who did you have intercourse with, littler brother?” the yokai prince asked quietly, shimmering yellow eyes locked on the quivering figure.



Of course my prissy brother wouldn’t dirty himself by saying “fuck” or “screw.” What a bitch! Is this what all this is fucken' about? What kind of demented bastard is he? Even if I did fuck someone, what fucken' business is it of his?



“Take a few fucken’ guesses, bastard. I’ll tell ya when you hit gold. What the fuck you doing, anyway? Knitting a scarf? What kinda bitch are you?” the Hanyou sputtered, trying to buy more time. I’m fucked. Literally fucked. I need to make more offerings to my ancestors. I skip one shrine and all goes to hell.



A frosty silence was his only answer. The bad-mouthed younger brother inhaled tentatively through his nose, trying to gauge his brother’s mood by scent. A heavy musk thickened the air despite the open shoji. It took him a moment to identify it as arousal. Chills raced over his pale skin, realizing his brother was ready to rut.



Why does he get like this when he thinks something doesn't go his damn way? He pouts then ties me up and assaults me so he can feel like a fucken' man. If I can walk after this, I’m going to find Myoga. If I get outta this without anything happening between us, I’ll become a monk. Screw that, I'll just baby-sit for Miroku. Inuyasha shivered, suppressing the overwhelming urge to fight the bindings. I’m such a dumbass. I should have fought harder...



It wasn’t as if Inuyasha has spent the last decade doing nothing. He was stronger then before. He'd polished old attacks and learned new ones, but he was concerned about their effectiveness against Sesshomaru. Any attack or ability he had paled in comparison to his perfect elder brother. He could attempt to overpower the youkai prince, but the results would be disastrous. Especially since he was tied up like a lamb for the spit. That’s part of the reason he avoided anywhere that even hinted at a youkai prince. Why borrow trouble? I’ll just tell him I was talking out of my ass…



His brother gave a smile and Inuyasha felt the blood drain from his face. He never saw the older man smile for any good reason. The youkai held up something that sparkled white in the moonlight pooling onto the hisashi. The hanyou blinked and squinted.



“A rope…?” he murmured in confusion. It dawned on him and he gasped, turning his head wildly back and forth. Nothing brushed against his cheeks. Nothing swung before his eyes.



It was his hair.



Something caught in the young hanyou’s chest, eyes wide. He couldn’t breathe. His long hair was his pride and joy. It was the only bit of vanity that he could afford. The hanyou had no home to collect nick-knacks, work on or take pride him. All he had was on his person. He could feel something crumbling to nothing inside him. It rebuilt after a few heartbeats into something completely unrecognizable from the original.



“You asshole.” Inuyasha mumbled through numb lips. “You egotistical, hormone driven fuCKWAD! I WILL FUCKEN’ KILL YOU!”



“Now, where have I heard that before?” The youkai stood, striding to his brother and staring down. The long rope woven from Inuyasha’s shorn locks was six feet long and hung in his hands. Sesshomaru didn’t think he did that bad of a job of trimming the hanyou.



The snow colored hair was now layered, only an inch or two long. It spiked up at the top, but he left enough at the back to have a thin braid that trailed to his waist. It was something for the youkai to grab if needed.



The enraged hanyou lunged, howling when his body protested the sudden movement. When his eyes began to bleed red, Sesshomaru backhanded him roughly, jarring the color out of him. Inuyasha looked shocked, slumped against the wall with a bit of blood dribbling from the cut on his lip.



“None of that.” The taller man chided, kneeling down and pulling a leather pouch from the deep pocket of his yakata. His fingers glided down the hairless chest for a moment, noticing the fine film of sweat. The muscles flexed under the gentle touch.



“Why…did you cut my hair, bastard?” Inuyasha growled, staring down at the clawed fingertips that traced red lines against the pale skin.



“To make you a leash.” The youkai reposted, laying out the contents of the pouch on the futon. “You forget things so easily…I will give you a few reminders to carry with you.”



“Forget what? That you’re a fucken prick? Fat chance, shithead!” Inuyasha spat, straining against the bonds, body beginning to flush and chest heaving. Sesshomaru breathed in his gathering wrath laced with mourning. He’d known that the hair would be a big blow, but it was more then he expected. Of course, the psychological damage wouldn’t compare to the physical that he planned on inflicting. “What are you going to do with that?!”



“Kagome.” Sasshomaru stated, seemingly out of the blue. His younger brother’s eyes hardened, knowing exactly what he was after.



“Threw herself on me like a bitch in heat.” Inuyasha answered with a snarl.



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Demitria Miriam - Thanks for the heads up! Feel free to correct me at any time...^-^ I hope you enjoy this one, too!