Penetration

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In This Chapter: Language

Chapter Three

Inuyasha's first thought upon awakening with ice biting into his abused skin was a very eloquent what the fuck?

When he opened his mouth to let loose the line of expletives sitting on his tongue, the hanyou finally noticed the water trickling in through his airways and filling his lungs as said trickle abruptly became a small flood down his throat. If there was ever an oh, shit moment, it was this, and Inuyasha reacted like any sane, rational being would: he panicked.

Thrashing wildly as he tried to seek air where there wasn't any, and all without breathing anymore water into his straining lungs, his golden eyes snapped open and he looked about wildly. Through sheer luck, as he spun in the water without aim or direction, he managed to catch a glimpse of light somewhere above. Light meant surface meant air meant get the fuck up there, idiot and Inuyasha's legs kicked into action, the earlier ache forgotten as desperation for air took over.

His head broke the surface and he gasped in huge lungfuls gratefully, wasting no time getting to the shore in a few strong motions of his arms. The pool was deep, but not very wide - and just how the fuck had he ended up in there in the first place? The last thing he remembered was some honkin' big youkai charging Sesshomaru on the side without the arm, and the batshit crazy stunt he'd pulled by jumping in front of it. From the lack of recollection of what had happened after that and the terrible pounding making itself known around the base of his skull, he wagered a guess he'd received a pretty hard smack for his efforts.

Speculation of what had transpired in his memory gap would have to wait; on his hands and knees on the bank of the pool, Inuyasha's lungs chose that moment to painfully spew up all the water collected within them in one painful gush, leaving him hacking and spitting and coughing up the last dregs remaining once the majority had escaped.

His ears were useless to him - filled with water that was always a pain in the ass to get out and deafened him, and felt cold and uncomfortable, but for once wasn't high on his list of priorities - but his pain- and exhaustion-dulled senses finally told him vital information: Sesshomaru was still nearby. Instantly on edge, the hanyou's head whipped around, even as he winced at the painful throbbing it caused in his head, and settled wary eyes on his brother, every muscle he owned tense.

Cold and dispassionate eyes, the mirror of his own, regarded him calmly. "There is no need to bristle like an intimidated pup, half-breed," the daiyoukai said, his voice devoid of all inflection. "If this Sesshomaru desired your death at this moment, you would not have awoken."

Of course, Inuyasha's response to that was to bristle even more. Had his hair not hung in sodden tendrils around his face and shoulders, it may well have puffed out around his head like a fluffy mane. "Fuck off, bastard," Inuyasha ground out through gritted teeth - the only comeback he could think of when his head was throbbing like a sonofabitch - but he relaxed a few degrees. Insane, part of him thought, but the bigger part told him he could trust Sesshomaru's word on that. Something - instict, maybe - told him that Sesshomaru would never try sneaky tactics to kill Inuyasha - when one of them offed the other, it would be a straight-up fair fight.

Inuyasha sat back on his heels, trying to force away by sheer will the weakness in his limbs, and set about swivelling his ears in Sesshomaru's silence, attempting to dislodge the water trapped within the inner channels. Icy water ran down the slowly warming skin of his neck, and the hanyou shuddered. Tetsusaiga's sheath pressed into his side, and Inuyasha automatically reached down to shift it. It was then that he realised his sword was not in its usual resting place nor anywhere else in sight.

"All right, you asshole, what did you do with my Tetsusaiga?" Inuyasha demanded of his brother, glaring at the daiyoukai as he struggled to his feet.

Sesshomaru once again turned that unreadable expression to him and said flatly, "It would be this Sesshomaru's assumption that you lost it as you flailed in the water like a startled fish."

Inuyasha grit his teeth again and bit back the retort aching to be let loose; with his head still hurting, he was still unable to think up a decent comeback. "Jerkwad," he settled for mumbling instead, ignoring the slight lift of one of the inuyoukai's eyebrows as it became evident he heard the quiet insult, and focused his attention on finishing the laborious task of standing upright.

Sesshomaru waited until he'd straightened completely before speaking again. "It is disrespectful to leave father's Fang rusting at the bottom of the water, hanyou. Retrieve it now."

Once again, Inuyasha bristled. And once again, he spun to face his brother, stubbornly ignoring the pain and nausea it caused as he concentrated on the wave of anger rising within him instead. "Don't fucking give me orders," he said, jabbing a finger in Sesshomaru's direction, "you son of a mangy bitch." He completely - and somewhat suicidally - disregarded the dangerous narrowing of his elder brother's eyes and instead - equally suicidally - turned his back on him. "I'll get it back because it's my sword, not because you told me to, asshole."

Despite dreading returning to the chilling grip of the pool and getting water in his ears just after he'd finished getting some of it out, Inuyasha knew he had to. The Tetsusaiga wasn't just something he could give up as a lost cause; he needed the sword, life-saving power aside, to keep his youkai blood in check. Without it, he'd go on a rampage the minute his life was threatened - which, with Sesshomaru around and considering the mood he'd been in earlier, might be quite frequently in the near future.

Wading into the icy water, Inuyasha made the mistake of warily glancing back at his elder brother to see what he was doing. While Sesshomaru hadn't moved, his narrowed eyes had been replaced by... Inuyasha's back stiffened in righteous indignation. Was that a hint of condescending laughter shimmering just beneath the impassive gaze?

Great, so the bastard had a sadistic sense of humour. And he enjoyed the fact that Inuyasha had to trudge back into the water he'd just escaped from, not to mention having it seem like Inuyasha was following an order even though it was the furthest thing from the truth. The hanyou's careful wading turned into something more like angry stomping and the disgruntled Inuyasha muttered angry curses about his brother until the very second he sucked in a deep breath and ducked his head back under the water.