Affliction

**disclaimer** lyrics used in this chapter only are from Evanesence and Queer As Folk Season 1 Soundtrack -and- nope I don't own them or their stuffs.


Scents of peppermints and lavender engulfed the atmosphere of the suite, being key ingredients of aromatherapy . Despite it's purpose, Sesshomaru wasn't relaxed nor was he feeling any tidings of comfort. Between daydreaming of Inuyasha and then fate backhanding him with a taunt of someone who appeared like him, the stress was beginning to wear the youkai thin. For centuries he lived alone, lived in the shadows. Sesshomaru had decided long ago that he was meant to be in the darkness. One 'tragic' midsummer evening, the hanyou had been seen in a different light by his elder sibling. From that critical encounter, Sesshomaru's soul had not been his own.

"These wounds won't seem to heal. This pain is just too real. There's too much that time cannot erase."

Ensnaring his fingers within his silvery mane, Sesshomaru dipped his head against his open palms and sighed dully. He was becoming emotionally exhausted and there was no cure for this disease he had. A voice from a nearby room drew the demon out of his brooding, a finely sculpted brow lofting in curiosity. Ambling into the bath, the voice echoed from another room in mumbled spurts. Snaking into the bathtub, Sesshomaru lolled his head to the cement wall; his curiosity was held at bay as the voice became painfully recognizable and a familiar scent filtered through. One he had longed for over the decades.

Inuyasha splashed around in his own tub, throwing a verbal fit in incoherent rambles. He demanded for Miroku and Kouga to leave him be. He wanted to be left alone. He deserved to be alone. Water spilled upon the carpet soaking it through, bubbles overflowed the porcelain sides as he tumbled around. Silver tears streamed down Inuyasha's cheeks as he felt so vulnerable, so...lost. Death could not provide a solace to the anguish that tortured his soul.

"I know I can stop the pain if I will it all away. If I will it all away..."

A tide of grief and misery attacked Sesshomaru as he felt everything Inuyasha was radiating. Palming at the tiles before him, he knelt down and poised his forehead against the wall. He was torn. Torn between being the hero and saving his love and being right in his principles. Saltwater began to well at the corners of the youkai's honey eyes, he struggled to not break down..break free. Softly, Sesshomaru spoke Inuyasha's name as his knees began to give way beneath him. Like a moth to a flame, he was drawn to him. His body had been wrecked with feverish tides, his body temperature shifting with each course of emotion.

Inuyasha lounged back, his legs idle over each side. Licking at his fingers, he began to suck against them as he pawed his chest with the other. Visions of Sesshomaru forced all other thought to an end, leaving expansions of sexual frustration in its place. As he circled his naval with his index finger, shivers traipsed his body inducing babelish cooing and shaken laughs. He laved his silken tongue around his fingers, his palm, then gingerly biting at his wrist as his other hand roamed his lower abdomen. For so long, he craved such attention from Sesshomaru, but that time...his love...had come too late.

"You want him so much you feel sick. The boy can't help it. He really can't help it."

Mewls and sighing from the adjacent bathing room piqued Sesshomaru's curiosity arousing him from his misery. A burning sensation loomed about his inner thighs as he drew his eyes closed concentrating on the delicious sounds coming from Inuyasha. As though something had taken control of his body, the youkai began to gingerly rock his hips away and then into the wall. Stretching his arms above his head as high as they would reach, Sesshomaru pushed his chest into the cement and wallpapering as he continued the intimate movements. Fantasies of his brother provoked his inner beast making him want more than he was allowed.

Cruising his fingertips along the trail of snowy fur from his naval, Inuyasha bit his quivering lower lip. As the fingertips continued to tip-toe their way downward, he whisked his free hand against the side of his neck and along his collarbone. The most intimate of caresses brought forth harmonies of continued sighing and something caught between a hiccup and a purr. Sesshomaru's name rolled with sweet and longing articulation as Inuyasha spread his legs further apart. A dryness crept across his lips, the tip of his tongue protruded out as he leisurely lapped away.

"What's that man doing with him? It's that guy, and he's screwing with him."

Beads of sweat rained down Sesshomaru's cheeks as he continued to lethargically hump into the wall. The melody of Inuyasha's self-induced pleasure enticed him further into this craving. Illusions of Inuyasha fuelled his carnal wanting, a hand snaked away from the wall to aide in fulfilling his desires. Fingertips trailed down his nose to his chin and continued down his body until they were kneading into the crotch of his pants. Gradual strokes moderated between slow and medium paces, hushed growls rolling like thunder in his throat.

"Can you feel the sex and sweat? He'll make you cream your jeans so you won't forget."

Fingertips danced along the smoothness of inner thighs coming so close to contacting the place Inuyasha yearned for touch the most. Reeling a finger out to the side, a knock came drumming against the bathing room door. Slamming balled fists into the now cool water, puddles covered the floor as drips of water rained down from the ceiling. The knock could mean only one thing, it was time for rehearsal and no playtime. Hauling a bar of soap at the door to signal that he was still among the living and got the message, Inuyasha pulled the draining plug with his toes and waited for the water to disappear.

Being taken aback by the sudden outburst of loud noise, Sesshomaru's ears rang with a deafening sound. Slouching down into a sitting position, he rested with his back to the wall and his chin buried against his chest. With the draw of his knees upwards, the youkai dangled his arms over them as he released an aggravated and depressed sigh. Not only would he have to suffer staying in the room next to Inuyasha, he'd have to see him at the concert with thoughts of him moaning and touching himself, as well as being sexually frustrated on his part.