Osuwari, Little Brother

This is a commission fiction; therefore, the idea is not mine. Anyway, basically, this is my take on the idea of Sesshomaru changing the rosary so it responds to his orders, no matter what they are, not just the usual "Osuwari" command. The results will not be cute or funny, all though there will be humor now and then.

Warnings for humiliation, not necessarily in an S&M fashion, and lots of squicky moments.

This fiction falls just after Miroku joined the group, and the group just finished dealing with Ryuucan (the Lord of the Forest who spews wolves from his throat). So that's an AU warning here and now. Sango has not joined the group yet either, so no questions about her, please...

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Sesshomaru walked briskly, seeming to be in somewhat of a hurry. His patrol had been interrupted when he scented Inuyasha’s companions approaching; he had not expected the kitsune kit to be able to track his little brother’s scent so easily. Yet it had been apparent that the kit was leading the miko and the monk towards his small house. He had many such dwellings, scattered over hundreds of miles, so abandoning the place was not a great loss, but it was an annoyance. His last two encounters with Inuyasha and his companions had taught him that the boy’s powers swelled with need, especially where the human girl, Kagome, was concerned. There was a slight possibility that Inuyasha would escape or break the charm if he saw her, and he was hardly finished with the boy yet.

When they came to a decently wide stream with a wide bridge over it, Inuyasha was startled because Sesshomaru slid his arm around his waist and took to the air, Jaken clinging to the cloud of youki his brother was standing on as they floated across the water and up over the trees. Inuyasha glared at his brother’s face, embarrassed by the seeming intimacy of their position. “You can put me down you know.”

“You would jump. I do not feel like chasing you about at the moment, little brother. Be quiet, and be still.” Sesshomaru murmured. Behind him he felt a flare from the Miko’s powers; they must have found the house all ready. He was fairly certain the kitsune could not follow their scent once they were far enough away from the river. The airborne scent would drift and dissipate quickly enough.

Inuyasha clung to his packaged clothes and felt ridiculous as his brother carried him like he was a package himself, wondering why it seemed as if the youkai were fleeing someone; Sesshomaru feared no one that Inuyasha knew of. He probably had not even feared their father, whom people had said was one of the most frightful beings anyone had ever heard of. He remembered how gigantic their fathers bones had been, and knew that this size was an indicator of age and strength; Sesshomaru’s true form had been tiny by comparison. He drooped a bit as he realized he would never attain such power himself if he could not regain the completed Shikon no Tama, and he had to get away and find Kagome and Miroku to do that. He did not even know where they were now. He hoped they had gone back to Edo, and that they were safe.

Sesshomaru was observing Inuyasha as the hanyou’s thoughts rambled, noting that the boy had absolutely no control over his expression or his body really. He twitched and shifted constantly as he pondered whatever he was pondering; his face shifted expression so obviously that his thoughts could almost he read like a book. He was thinking of his friends, and escape, and various other things that did not figure as heavily to the hanyou’s immediate future. However he did cling to the old fire-rat garments as if he would die without them. This was one point the youkai actually felt similar about; he would be bitterly angry and upset to lose his heirloom fur, and disliked damaging his armor intensely. The fact that both of his recent encounters with Inuyasha had resulted in it being broken had not helped his anger about the hanyou in the slightest. Still being so petty as to force his brother to give up his keepsake from their father was beneath him. Besides, if he had made the hanyou drop them, leave them behind, and then his friends would have found them and been that much more determined to find their owner.

Finally Sesshomaru set down again and placed Inuyasha on his feet, Jaken tumbling by them as the youki cloud dissipated. The youkai strode to a new dwelling, this one much nicer than the underhill cave they had been in the night before. This was almost like an abandoned shrine, with fine shoji and when they stepped inside, ten tatami rooms, with high quality tatami at that. The place did smell a hint dusty, so Inuyasha was ordered to help Jaken clean up and to not go further than a certain distance from the building, before Sesshomaru disappeared. The hanyou set his bundle on the bed he had been shown and sighed; he may as well get to it. There was only one problem.

Jaken.

The imp was incredibly clumsy, falling against Inuyasha’s back as he knelt to scoop up some debris from a the corner of the small kitchen-like room, bumping into his legs whenever he passed by to wash a cleaning cloth free of dust, and all while ordering him around like some little arrogant daimyo which he was not, but a retainer, if even that.

“More like comic relief, I’d say” Inuyasha muttered. The damn imp was giving him the creeps. He was almost grateful when Sesshomaru arrived with a small crew of nervous human craftsmen in tow. The men checked and replaced shouji as needed, climbed to the roof and repaired some loose roofing, and got the water running again. They bowed to Sesshomaru when they were done and hurried away, never once ogling Inuyasha’s hanyou appearance. Oddly he felt safer once the men were gone, even though his brother was not about to be any kinder than bigoted humans were.

“Jaken, prepare a meal for Inuyasha. We are going to bathe first, so get the fire going.” The imp nodded and spluttered as if he had been complimented and not ordered to do drudgery before rushing to obey. Sesshomaru sat quietly before the newly cleaned and renewed wall shrine and stared at the scroll with a picture of the sun goddess on it. He waved his hand to Inuyasha and pointed to a spot next to him, but refrained from an order to sit, to the hanyou’s relief. He did as asked and folded his hands into the blue-edged sleeves, sullenly staring at the smoke curling up from the joss sticks he had lit earlier. He had lit one for each of his parents and then for Kagome, Shippo and Miroku, and finally, one for Sesshomaru’s mysterious mother. He was embarrassed by his sentimental action; praying for their health was useless. The gods had never listened to him or helped him in all his life. Why beg them to keep Kagome safe and Miroku’s hands off her? Why hope that Shippo was not being eaten by some spider youkai right now?

Sesshomaru was again noticing the hanyou’s thoughts. Inuyasha was sliding into depression and had not snapped back at him since they arrived. He was dispirited and seemed listless. Jaken had informed him that the hanyou had cleaned and supplied the shrine with sake and some persimmons from the trees behind the house himself, and he was puzzled about the joss sticks. Who had the boy lit them for? Three must be for his companions, one for his mother, maybe one for their father. And what of the last one; who was that for?

The hanyou sighed heavily and subtly rotated his shoulders. He felt stiff from being tense and alert all morning. He wanted to do something active, maybe take a run or practice with Tessaiga. He sure would like to figure out how Sesshomaru had made the blade react like he had. Inuyasha had not been able to duplicate it at all yet. His foot twitched as he watched the still, silent shrine. He was so damn jumpy…

“Inuyasha. Be still or tell me what is on your mind.” Sesshomaru said suddenly. The hanyou jumped and glared at him.

“’m nervous is all, ok? I am used to walking and running and fightin’ all day, not used to being so… still, like you are.” The youkai was silent for a moment then stood fluidly.

“Come then. We shall take a turn around the property. The bath will be ready by then.” He said briskly and headed for the shouji. The hanyou nodded and waited for him to open the doors. He found those cold eyes glaring at him. “You are supposed to open the shouji for me, Inuyasha. I dislike scraping the floor bows, but you will offer me the respect of opening the door for your master.” He said coldly. Inuyasha flushed angrily but had no choice but to obey. He closed the panels when they were outside, and followed Sesshomaru down the veranda steps. The youkai thought for a moment then turned to him once more.

“Just to be sure, you are allowed to run with me, but behind or beside me only. If you fall behind you are ordered to come back here and wait by these steps until I return. You will not try to escape. Now, let us be off.” Inuyasha sighed and followed as the youkai darted off at great speed, running smoothly despite his missing arm. He should have been off balance, but the youkai really did not seem to miss the limb except for his stung pride in how it was lost. He leapt up into the trees and bounded with such grace that the branches barely moved under his passing. Inuyasha was soon straining to keep up, yet he was thrilled with the pace and the chance to try and imitate the youkai’s grace and abilities. When Sesshomaru stopped by a waterfall that fell into a small pool, Inuyasha was breathing deeply and was a hint damp with effort, grinning with pleasure at his ability to keep up.

Sesshomaru knelt and dabbed the water with his fingers, eyes far away. He was tempted to strip and get in, for some reason. He felt very light and unburdened at the moment. His vow to get revenge upon the mysterious Naraku was set aside for the moment; he was enacting his revenge upon his sibling instead. Smirking he turned to the hanyou who was scooping water to his lips with one hand and snapped his fingers.

“Inuyasha, help me undress, I wish to bathe in the pool for awhile.” He said. The hanyou’s ears flicked sideways in distress; dammit but he hated having to see his brother naked! Why did stupid Sesshomaru not strip and wade on his own!? He grimaced and walked over, untying the green and yellow obi and folding it as he had been instructed the night before, then removed the armor and boots, and the silk garments and kosode. He turned his back and busily attended to folding and arranging the garments, trying to ignore the splendid sight of his brother’s body. He was even more amazing in the dappled sunlight than he had been in the smoky fire and lamp light, and it confused the hanyou to feel so admiring of his own sibling this way. Hell, he didn’t understand why he was admiring another male at all; he had always liked women before this experience started. He had never even looked at another male with such curiosity...

He felt Sesshomaru’s hand on his shoulder, turning him around to face him. His cheeks were red already and he clutched the neatly folded hakama in his hands, trying to find a place to look that was not filled with Sesshomaru's beautiful naked skin. The youkai did not speak, but just stood there silently, so close his breath wafted through Inuyasha’s bangs gently. The hanyou trembled with fear, certain he was about to be ordered to his knees to pleasure his brother again, right here where someone might come along and see them. He swallowed heavily and waited.

“Inuyasha, you are hot and I do not want you staining my garments. Get undressed and join me in the pool.” Sesshomaru ordered, but did not move away. Something about his brother held him in place. The white and blue silk suited the boy far better than the red he normally sported, making his pink cheeks seem paler, and his golden eyes more lustrous. His blushes were more obvious against his paler skin, and were very appealing indeed. Sesshomaru was amazed by the rising desire in his belly; he wanted the boy under him and it baffled him no end to realize it. He watched as Inuyasha set the hakama down and slowly removed his garments, folding them as well. He stood trembling and silent as if he knew what Sesshomaru was thinking. The youkai had to force himself to turn away and pad into the cool water of the pool, the shock of it helping to drive the lustful want from his mind temporarily.

Inuyasha moved as far away from his brother as he could get in the pool. His hands shook as he scrubbed at his skin with a handful of the soft sand from the bottom of the pool; he has seen that look in his brother’s eyes. Sesshomaru was devouring him visually, making his skin crawl and his belly ache. But the ache was not as much fear as it was curiosity and nervousness. He was yet again torn by the damn youkai’s actions. He should be repulsed that his own sibling was so obviously lusting for him, yet he was almost proud of it, and even wanted Sesshomaru to want him. He was so confused that he felt dizzy.

‘Maybe it’s because if he takes me, then I would have finally been proven to be worthy of him, and that means I am not just some useless hanyou after all.’ He thought to himself. He paused to notice that Sesshomaru was watching him, and turned to face him fully. No emotion showed on the youkai’s face; no warmth or kindness, just that cold flicker of want in his eyes. Inuyasha turned away again, sinking to his neck in the water. Then again, maybe it was not that complicated at all. Maybe Sesshomaru was just that used to getting anything he wanted, even sexual release with his own sibling.

When they were done they had no drying cloths so were forced to sit on sun warmed rocks to air dry, the hot summer air drying them quickly. Sesshomaru did not bother to hide his perusal of Inuyasha’s flesh, noting that the boy was actually quite nicely built. He really was too thin, that was the only flaw about his looks in Sesshomaru’s mind; the boy needed fattening up. Then again, he had been slender himself until maturity; Inuyasha was barely the human equivalent of fifteen. He might yet fill out and become as robust as their father had been. His eyes fell and lingered on the currently flaccid manhood, resting in a nest of white fluff. Yes, nicely shaped, and he remembered that it was generously sized when hardened. The boy was a prize indeed, yet no one else in all Nippon deserved to touch him. He was the Inu no Taisho's son too and thus even as a hanyou, was more nobly blooded than most full youkai were if lacking in status that would normally go with that blood.

Finally they dressed and went back to the house, where a hot bath waited for them. This time Sesshomaru made Inuyasha get into the water with him, knowing it would make the boy nervous and wanting him to be off balance. He stared right into the hanyou’s eyes until Inuyasha snapped.

“Dammit what are you staring at?! It’s me, you’ve seen me before! I thought you hated my scent and my face because I am hanyou and useless!” he growled. Sesshomaru’s eyebrows went up at this, but the boy was too frustrated to stop now. “You’re a damn pervert Sesshomaru! I know what you’re thinkin’ you know. You smell like some perverted old man!” He knew he was going to get hit for that quip and sure enough, a rock hard back-hand crushed his lip against his teeth and almost knocked him from the tub.

“How dare you speak of me thus? You will respect my power and my status, Inuyasha, because if you do not, I will beat that respect into you, do you understand?” Sesshomaru said coldly. Inuyasha smirked and then winced as his lip stung him. He could tell he had the youkai off balance for once and liked it a lot. He leaned closer and whispered conspiratorially.

“Hey, if I don’t, are you gonna do something nasty to me?” Sesshomaru was stunned for a split second, and then turned the tactic back upon the boy. He smirked as well and moved close to Inuyasha’s body, actually pressing himself against the boy’s slender frame.

“Why do you ask, Inuyasha? Is that why you disobey? Do you want me to take you that badly?” his hand gripped the wooden tubs edge by Inuyasha’s head, his chest and belly flush to Inuyasha’s chest and hips. The hanyou was white with shock; he could feel Sesshomaru’s genitals pressed to his stomach, the shaft slowly hardening against his belly. His eyes widened and his ears flattened as cold panic swept over him. He began to shake so hard his teeth rattled, and he couldn’t stop it. His body was frozen, his eyes trapped by the youkai’s.

Sesshomaru was startled by this reaction to his words. Inuyasha had gone from cocky to terrified in a heartbeat. The youkai was faintly disgusted that the boy really thought he would ever rape anyone, even a slave. Rape was a useless waste of time; he could not imagine it was satisfying in the least. He would rather pleasure himself, and forgo the mess of dealing with an unwilling partner. Still, the sharp tang of fear, the look in his brother’s eyes made him feel… badly. He felt a finger length high for bringing his sibling this low. Before he knew it he had taken the hanyou’s chin in his hand and leaned close, his face softening.

“Inuyasha, I am no rapist. I will never be one, not even to humiliate you, little brother. Stay and relax, then eat the food Jaken made for you.” He said quietly. He saw and felt no change in the hanyou’s demeanor as he left the water and painstakingly dried himself with his one hand. The hanyou still had not moved, not even to turn his head, by the time he left the room.

Inuyasha did not emerge from the bath for another hour. When he did he was quiet and pale, though he was no longer shaking. He sat and ate less than half the food made for him, ignoring the scolding from the affronted Jaken about wasting his effort on a useless hanyou. He did not ask if he could go, but rose and went to sit in front of the shrine. He did not fidget this time, not moving a muscle except to breathe.

Sesshomaru was by now utterly annoyed with Inuyasha and himself. This was not how he had wanted things to progress at all. Slowly he rose and came to sit by the hanyou, eyes forward and not looking at his brother at all. “I am surprised Inuyasha. I really did not think you would give in so easily. You seemed too rebellious and headstrong.” He said in a silky antagonistic voice. Inuyasha blinked and then turned to look at him curiously. His fear was gone, replaced with other hard to name emotions. He had been so lost in thought he had sat in the water until he was wrinkled like a dried fruit.

“Sesshomaru, why would you look at me like that, anyway? I mean I am just a dumb hanyou, and a hanyou who is also your brother at that. Why bother to get a hard on for me?” Inuyasha’s face was earnest and open; he was surprised at how bluntly he has spoken yet it was easier than he had thought to ask this question of his brother. Especially since the youkai’s façade cracked open and showed his surprise at the query. The surprise faded away quickly though and amusement took over.

“Inuyasha, you are hanyou, and a disgrace to the bloodline of our family true, but you are also healthy and attractive. You are still half youkai and something about you attracts my attention in this regard. As for being brothers, I really care nothing for the fact that we are related; I despise that link between us Inuyasha.” He replied honestly, without a hint of the normal malice that came forth when he spoke of their common blood. Inuyasha remained calm and pondered his words as he turned back to watching the incense smoke curl upwards. They sat quietly for a while before Sesshomaru ordered them to bed.

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