My Boyfriend's Brother

I’m so glad the tails went down well! I had visions of being booted because it was too much… Thanks Kawaii Kilala and Madmiko!

I am so flattered by your reactions to Inuyasha and Kagome. I was afraid that you might think the display emotion was out of character, though we all know there’s a soft heart under that gruff exterior… I know it’s obvious how I feel about Sesshomaru but Inuyasha does have a special place in my heart…

It’s funny that you should mention brotherly love Tori… I wonder how you’ll like this chapter!

The family reunion is on the cards Anime Lady PIMP.

Glad you guys are still loving Sesshomaru-sama, Anika-kitty and Valerie! Sometimes he’s a bit of a puzzle to write… I don't have any more fanfics on the go at the moment. You'll be the first to know!

That was a pretty interesting suggestion you made there Kawaii Kilala. Unfortunately the next steamy sessions were written before I saw it. Why not give it a go yourself? I’d love to read it.

I hope you guys like this next installment. It was the hardest to re-write and edit so far. I think I let my mind run a little rampant...


Kagome lay listening for the sound that had woken her. She lay in Sesshomaru’s arms hearing the deep, rhythmic sound of his breathing. Within in the walls of the mansion she could hear Rin playing with Jaken and servants going about their business. Outside she could hear the birds calling to each other for it was spring and slowly life had returned to the landscape. Yet the sound she was listening for was strangely absent.

She raised her arm and looked at her wristwatch. It was almost eight o’clock, two hours since she had last been woken by Makoto to administer a feed and nappy change. She put her arm down with a sigh. Then it occurred to her to be surprised that Sesshomaru was still in bed next to her. Being woken by the baby at odd hours was a disruption to his usual routine. He slept later these days but this was lazy by his standards.

She lifted the neckline of her yukata and looked down at her breasts. They were swollen with milk. Perhaps it was too early for a feed but she would see if Makoto was awake and hungry. She let the cloth drop against her chest again. She gently lifted Sesshomaru’s arm around her and sat up in bed. She gazed down at him.

In sleep, he was so peaceful. She knew his tender side but this angelic aspect completely belied the violent nature that lurked beneath the surface. His yukata had loosened as he slept showing his throat and much of his upper chest. The yukata had become a fixture when she had become too awkward and heavy with child for it to be safe to continue the physical side of their relationship.

There were times she thought his pretty face and hard, muscled body did not go together. This was not one of them. It had been six weeks since the baby had been born. It had been much longer since they had sex.

Makoto whimpered in his cot. Kagome’s head automatically turned towards the sound. She looked back to Sesshomaru for a moment. Almost reluctantly she got out of bed and padded to the cot. Automatically she reached into the cot to pick the infant up. Then she realised that he was still sound asleep. She gazed down at him, hands still by his sides. Would it be better to let him sleep? Moments like these were rare.

She leaned over the cot and kissed one of his puppy ears. She inhaled the warm, sweet, scent of his skin. The ear twitched, tickling her face. She had to put a hand to her mouth to suppress the laugh that rose in her throat. She gazed down at his soft, cherubic face again. Then she secured the blankets around him, gently pulling one tiny hand out, as she had seen her own mother do with Sota, so he would not roll on to his stomach.

She padded back towards the bed. She climbed up on the bed and crawled across it to Sesshomaru’s side. He appeared to be still asleep. His face was serene and his chest rose and fell with each breath. Beneath him, his silver hair was spread over the pillow and sheets like unwoven silk. She picked up fistfuls of it and let them fall through her hands. She never tired of the feel of it between her fingers.

She looked at his sleeping face. His silver eyelashes were so long they almost touched his cheeks. They were the kind of eyelashes women would kill for. There was a faint pink flush to his cheeks and lips. It made the markings on his forehead, eyelids and cheeks seemed darker. She leaned over him.

A soft finger traced the crescent moon on his forehead. Then she traced the stripes on each cheek. Sesshomaru stirred. Kagome held her breath. His head turned to the side, exposing a long line of pale throat. He lay still again. She remembered to breathe.
A pointed, pixie ear was turned upwards. She was still leaning over him.

She stared at that delicate looking ear remembering what it felt like to tweak the tip with her tongue and the response it provoked. Her eyes turned to his face. His lids were closed. Her mouth dropped towards his ear. She took the sensitive tip in her mouth. Her tongue softly manipulated the sensitive extremity. A small sound escaped his lips. She let the ear go. She looked at his face.

He was still. She stared at him for some moments. When she was satisfied he was still sleeping she sat back on her heels. Maybe I should get dressed? If he’s slept this long, God knows when he’s going to wake up!

Her eyes were drawn to his throat. She followed the line of it down to his chest. Her eyes lingered on the flat planes of his chest. A pale, pink nipple exposed to the air, had hardened into a small peak. If he was awake, she imagined how she would lick ever-tightening circles around that sensitive nub of tissue until he groaned with pleasure. She ached to carry out that wish. Was it molestation if the molested was her darling mate, and she the molester?

Her face dropped towards his chest. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth and tasted his skin. The smell of him flooded her airways. She caught her breath. Something tightened in her lower body. Gently, she began to lick the hardened pale, pink flesh of the nipple. She heard a slight sound. His chest shifted under her. Her head jerked upwards. Again, Sesshomaru was still. Is he really asleep? Is he just playing with me? She stared at his face for what seemed like an eternity. Yet it never moved.

Inevitably her gaze drifted downwards, eye raking over the exposed flesh of his chest, recalling from sense memory exactly what the parts of him covered by the yukata looked like. She ached to see the real thing, run her hands over his smooth, warm skin. She wanted to feel his kisses and the touch of his hand and tongue on her flesh. More than anything she wanted take his hardened length into her, wrap her legs around and feel him move inside her.

She undid the belt of his yukata. She moved the cloth aside one panel at a time. Her gaze was soft as she ran her eyes over the planes of his chest, the muscular ridges of his abdomen, his lean hips. His muscular legs were parted slightly, making a nest for his testicles and his the shaft of his half-erect penis. The muscles in her thighs twitched. She wondered what he was dreaming about.

She stared at the living perfection of him, spread out before her, her breathing deep and even. She touched his hip where the bone came close to the skin. Two of her fingers traced one of the markings that curved around his hip towards his waist, in reverse. Her small hand looked dark against his pale flesh.

The blood beneath his skin was red as hers but nonetheless his skin was pale as a ghost, smoother than hers, but tougher to penetrate than her softer layers. A snatch of memory came into her head of Sesshomaru picking up glass pieces of broken window with bare fingers and casually carrying them to a wastebasket while she looked on in horror.

She touched the tip of his penis. She trailed her finger along its length. Then back again. The feel of the skin on his penis was smoother, silkier than the skin on the rest of his body. Then she ran her finger along its underside. As she reached the big vein where the penis joined the rest of his body, she heard a gasp. Then his body shuddered. Her eyes went wide. She raised her head and looked towards his face. His gorgeous golden were open, watching her. There was a faint smile on his lips.

“You’re awake!”, she cried, “You really were only pretending to be asleep while I was.... Oh! You sneaky bastard.”

She clamped her hand to her mouth remembering that she was supposed to be keeping her voice low. Her cheeks flushed. His smiled got bigger.

“Of course... The pup is not hungry?”, he said.

He nodded towards her chest. She looked down and realised the front of her yukata was upset, revealing a lot of cleavage. Her face flushed. Automatically she adjusted her clothing.

“He was still asleep”, she said, “I decided to let him…”

He sat up in bed. He leaned towards her. He put two fingers under her chin and gently raised her head. It was not his action that made her forget her words; it was the look in his eyes. He wanted her.

“You need not cover yourself, Kagome”, he said, “For you are my mate...”

She watched red fill the whites of his eyes.

“It’s been a long time…”, she said.

He let go of her chin. She was conscious of movement, yet she did not see his hand move. She felt the air on her chest and abdomen first. She looked down. The front of her yukata was in ribbons. Tracts of flesh and a solitary nipple peeked through the slashes. The sash remained strangely untouched, holding the decimated cloth in place. Kagome gasped. She met his eyes.

“It’s been a while since you’ve done anything like that”, she said.

Her voice was soft, full of wonder. He smiled at her. Then he cut the sash and the cloth peeled softly away from her body. He ripped the rest of the yukata away and she was suddenly naked and trembling in front of him.

He ran his eyes over her body. Her breasts were fuller, swollen with milk. Her waist was still small even if her belly was softer and not so flat anymore. There were angry, red stretch marks on the lower end of it but it mattered little. Her body was still lush and beautiful. He grasped her upper arm. His mouth claimed hers.

She wound her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts against his chest. She received his kisses eagerly, feeling as if she had been away for a long time. She realised that although he was always close, her body had missed him. His mouth moved lower, kissing her neck and shoulders, working the flesh with his lips and tongue. She moaned softly. She trailed her hands across his chest. She pushed cloth of the yukata towards his shoulders and he shrugged the annoying layer off. He resumed his place.

She caressed his shoulders and chest eliciting soft growls of approval from Sesshomaru. She could feel the vibrations under her fingers. Her hand moved lower, caressing his abdominal muscles, then lower again until she was holding his erect member in her hand. Finger and thumb could never hope to meet on the other side.

Firmly, she slid her hand slowly back and forth along the length of the shaft. He breathed deeper. Small sounds fell from his lips. She continued in that way, hand moving back and forth, back and forth, feeling him harden and lengthen under her ministrations. Liquid leaked from the tip. She leaned down, intending to lick it up.

Sesshomaru growled. Her eyes widened. It was not the sensual sort of growl that made her shiver. It was the kind of sound that made the small hairs on the back of her neck stand to attention. The little voice in the back of her head urged her to run away. His fingers wound around her wrist, clutching it hard enough to hurt. She gasped.

“Enough!”, he said, his voice husky.

She raised her head and met his eyes. They were red except for a long slit of pupil.

“What? Why?”, she said, “I thought you liked it…”

“I do… But not yet… I want to spill my seed inside of you.”

“Okay…”

A small line appeared between her eyebrows. She let go of his penis. He released her wrist. She rubbed the abused limb. He cupped one side of her face and kissed her softly in apology. Kagome did not respond. He met her eyes. His expression was tender despite the red, demonic eyes. He kissed her again. She kissed him back.

His arm went around her waist, pressing her body against his. She felt the press of his tongue against her lower lip. She parted her lips letting his tongue slip inside. His tongue touched hers. The first licks were soft, leading her tongue into a slow dance. Then his soft jabs became full blown caresses. Kagome moaned softly. She breathed deeper. She wound her arms around his neck.

Her breasts and stomach rubbed against his chest and abdomen as her lips and tongue engaged his. Her nipples hardened so fast it was painful. The friction of their bodies made things tighten in her lower body, her vagina moisten. Sesshomaru growled low in his throat. The sound sensations made her shiver, making the moment complete. They broke apart breathless.

“I missed this”, she said.

“You talk too soon. It is not over yet, not until you cry out my name in ecstasy.”

“You sound very sure of yourself.”

He smiled at her.

“I have had weeks to think about what I want to do to you, Kagome”, he said, “Lie back and enjoy the attention.”

Despite herself, her eyes widened.

“Okay…”

Not much of a comeback but it was all she could muster at this moment in time. She let him ease her down on to the pillows. His kisses started in the parting of her hair. Then he kissed her forehead near her hairline. He kissed the hollow above her eyebrow, her eyelid, the corner of her eye, the bridge of her nose, her cheek and the corner of her mouth. He kissed her full on the lips.

She slipped her hand under his hair and caressed the back of his neck. He kissed her chin. He kissed a line along the edge of her jaw. He kissed her neck. His soft, light kisses continued across her collarbone, then down her chest. He nuzzled her breasts with his face. He kissed the inner curve of her breast. He took the nipple in his mouth and pulled on it gently. Then he made an odd sound in his throat.

Her eyes flashed open. She saw the milk dribble down Sesshomaru’s chin. Her eyes were already wide but now they almost popped in horror. As she watched, he raised his hand to wipe his chin. His eyes were on hers as he licked the liquid off his hand and from around his lips. He swallowed.

“It does not taste so bad”, he said.

Then he leaned down and licked the milk off her breast. She was too stunned to be embarrassed or horrified anymore. She had an insane urge to giggle. The sound slipped out. He raised his head and looked at her. The corners of his mouth turned up. He kissed her mouth. He kissed her again. She kissed him back.

He cupped her breast in his hand. He massaged one breast, then the other. His mouth followed. She made soft moans of appreciation. His tongue trailed down the parting between her breasts. His kisses continued down her abdomen. He licked her navel, making her squirm and giggle. Then his kisses continued down her lower belly. He kissed and licked her newly acquired stretch marks causing her eyes to widen and her breath to catch in her throat. His mouth moved lower, kissing over the mound between her legs.

Gently he pushed her thighs apart. She offered no resistance. He kissed her along the delicate seam between her inner thigh and her groin. She trembled. He tilted her pelvis upwards. He moved his hair over one shoulder. She looked down her body at him and saw a flash of pink as his tongue slipped out from between his lips.

Then his face dropped downwards. She felt the sensuous brush of his hair as it slid over her thigh and down on to the sheets. Delicately, his tongue traced the entrance to her vagina. Then he plunged it into her. She felt it move inside her, touching, tasting her sensitive walls. She breathed deeper. He drew his tongue slowly out of her. She whimpered. He thrust it in to her once more. He drew it out again. She shuddered and moaned.

His tongue explored the tender pink flesh between her soft folds until it found the clitoris. Her eyes were wide. His tongue worked the delicate flesh. At first his strokes were gentle, then he bore down on the small, hard bud. Her hips began to buck. He gripped her upper thigh in his hand. He held her captive leg still, restraining the movement of her hips as his tongue continued its sensual manipulations.

The sensation slowly built between her legs. Her hands grasped handfuls the bed sheets, fighting to keep her cries low. Her head rolled from side to side on the pillow. Her lower body strained harder against him. He held fast.

The heel of her unrestrained foot pressed into the back of his shoulder. It pushed against unyielding flesh. He growled low in his throat. The sensation sang through her delicate tissues. It moved outwards in waves to reach as far as her lower back and mid-thigh. Seconds later he send her soaring over the peak of ecstasy and into the skies beyond. She had to bite the pillow to keep from screaming. Her body stiffened. Then she went limp. For a moment she could not see. He let her relax against the sheets.

“Oh, Sessh…”

Her voice was little more than a sigh. Little aftershocks coursed through her. Her whole body trembled. Her heart pounded in her ears. Her breaths came deep and fast.
He wiped his mouth and chin with the edge of sheet. His hand pressed into the pillow by her head. His knees were between her parted legs. Her vision began to clear as she concentrated on his face.

She reached out to caress his cheek. Her other hand touched his chest. He leaned down kissed her mouth. She heard the swish of silk as his hair fell around them. She could taste salt on his lips as she returned his kissed. He drew back. The corners of his mouth curled upwards.

“You said my name when you reached orgasm”, he said, “As I predicted...”

“So I did…”

“You were unusually quiet.”

“Was I? I’m sorry. I didn’t want to wake Makoto.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“You were thinking about our pup while I had my head between your legs?”, he said.

“Not exactly… I was conscious of him in the background but mainly I was thinking about how good it felt to have a very hot, naked, powerful, demon lord licking my clitoris...”

Kagome smiled. Sesshomaru grunted. With a growl, he buried his face in her neck. His body covered hers. He moved so quickly he made her shriek in surprise. Makoto whimpered in his cot. Kagome went very still. Sesshomaru raised his head and looked in the direction of the cot. A slight frown line appeared between his eyebrows. He turned back to her.

“He still sleeps”, he said.

He leaned down to kiss her.

“How do you know?”, she said.

“I can tell by the sound of his breathing.”

“Oh, okay…”

She could not hear anything but the sound of own heightened breathing. He caressed, kissed and licked her soft flesh, concentrating on the parts of her body where he knew she liked to be touched; her neck and shoulders, her breasts, her belly, her inner thighs, the back of her knees, even the soles of her feet until she was a helpless, quivering mass of flesh.

Between her legs she was wet and dripping. The moisture coated the tops of her inner thighs. Her hips were undulating, rubbing her body against his. He kissed her mouth and she felt his the brush of his erection against her belly yet again. She was ready to beg him to end her torment, when he rolled them over so that she was on top, staring down at him. She made a small yip of surprise, earning her a smile.

She let him manipulate their bodies into position and arrange their limbs so that he was sitting up and she was straddling his lap. She watched everything he did when she could. Her hands came to rest on his chest. Her gaze settled on his face, eyes caressing every curve, line and angle. He noticed her watching him and smiled at her. He stole a kiss.

She put her hands on his shoulders. Gradually she lowered her body onto his erection, feeling it fill her. He put his hand on her lower back and pressed her body closer to his. Finally satisfied with the arrangement of their bodies, he trailed his hand up to her waist and kissed her mouth. Slowly he began to move. Out. In. Out. In. She made a soft sound. Staring into his eyes, she started to move with him. He kissed her again.

The position seemed to require an equal amount of effort on her part to make it work. It took her a little longer than usual to find a proper rhythm. She gasped as her clitoris began to feel the benefit.

“Oh, Sessh…”

She caressed his striped cheek. She dropped her face towards his neck. Gently she licked and sucked the sensitive flesh of his throat, eliciting a soft growl from him. The sensation sang across her lips, into her mouth and down her neck. It reached to mid-chest making her shiver. He touched her face. She lifted her head. Their mouths met and locked together, stealing breath between the jabs of each other’s tongues. Breathless, they broke apart.

She trailed her hands down his chest and around his ribcage until they rested on his back. She leaned her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes, giving herself over to the motion. Her hands stroked his soft, silver hair. He put his arm around her. His hand massaged the middle of her back.

His tongue lapped along the edge of her jaw. He licked her neck. He concentrated his lips and tongue on the area, as though returning the favour. Small sounds trickled from her lips. His tongue flicked across her collarbone.

“Kagome…”

She lifted her head and met his eyes. He kissed her, slipping his tongue between her parted lips. She reciprocated, deepening the kiss. Her face was almost level with his. His face was unreadable but his eyes told a different story. It was times like these that he was easiest to read. She knew that he had missed the intimacy as well as the physical act.

“You like this position?”, he said.

“Yes.”

He managed to look thoughtful despite the fact that his eyes were red.

“You seem to prefer positions where I am facing you instead of behind you…”, he said.

“Yes… Oh, yes…”

“But I know you like it when I’m behind you biting and licking your neck and shoulders…”

She allowed him a small smile.

“Sometimes…”, she said.

“Sometimes? Elaborate.”

“Sometimes I like the biting, but I prefer kissing and licking… Oh!”

She gave a particularly loud gasp. Sesshomaru smiled.

“It is nice to know one’s efforts are appreciated”, he said.

Kagome was made wetter and wetter with each movement. His thrusts came harder and faster. She did not even try to keep time anymore. She listened to the sound of flesh hitting flesh, his growls and her own strangled noises, as she stared into his eyes. As he came closer to release, he came closer and closer to losing the careful control he exercised over his emotions. She watched them softly play across his face.

Her small hands caressed his face, neck and shoulders. Between her legs, the sensation was building. It was an effort to keep from crying out. She pushed her heels into the bed behind him. It only served to heighten the sensation. She gasped.

Her hair brushed her back in a sensual sweep as her neck arched. He nuzzled her bared throat. He opened his mouth and his fangs grazed the delicate skin. In the midst of the motion she felt a spike of fear. It dissipated as soon as his long, wet tongue rolled out of his mouth and began to lap the injuries. She moaned.

Sesshomaru growled. The vibrations sang across her neck and upper chest as the power of the orgasm finally hit full force. She fought the urge to scream. Miraculously, the sound that spilled from her lips was strangled in her throat. For a moment she could not breathe. He was still moving inside her. Once more she was conscious of energy gathering, a sensation building, swelling to enormous proportions. She barely had time to catch her breath when another wave of pleasure crashed over her.

She bit down on the inside of her mouth and tasted blood. A sound fought its way from between her lips. Her fingernails scored marks across the smooth skin of his back. She heard him say her name. Then she felt him go limp inside her and he collapsed against her. Her body was weak and trembling from the sensual onslaught. The burden of his weight threatened to overstretch the muscles in her lower back.

He rocked their bodies and used the momentum to propel them backwards, on to the pillows. The look of surprise on her face as she looked down at him made the corners of his mouth turn up. When he withdrew his penis from inside her, she felt a strange sense of loss. She caressed his striped cheek. Then she leaned down and kissed him. He kissed her back. He smoothed a ticklish lock of her hair behind her ear, away from his face.

“Was that as good as you hoped it would be?”, she said, knowing that she was echoing him, the first time he had kissed her in the forest.

He gave her lazy smile.

“The reality is always so much better than the fantasy”, he said, “I hope it will continue in that way...”

“Why? What kind of fantasies have you been having?”

For a few moments Sesshomaru said nothing. He just smiled at her in a maddening way.

“Sessh?”, she said.

He kissed her.

“You’ll find out very soon…”

Miroku and Sango were to be married. It was official. A message had been delivered to the mansion via Hachi. He had become a little side-tracked so by the time they received the message there were only a day left to make the journey. It would not be possible for Sesshomaru to teleport all of them to the village so Ah-hun became transport for Kagome, Makoto, Rin and Jaken. He would keep pace by levitating. She had only seen him levitate for short times before. She had been asleep when he had taken her in his arms to the mansion the night she became his mate.

The village was only hours away. They had to several stops because Makoto needed to be changed or fed. He was teething so he was a little grizzly. Kagome offered him her breast though it was not time. He accepted the opportunity to suckle with a sigh. She grimaced slightly, feeling the press of milk teeth through his gums. She looked up and found Sesshomaru watching them. The look on his face was tender. She smiled at him.

“Sesshomaru, it’s been a long time…”

A woman’s voice. It was like honey dripping off a spoon. The smile froze on Kagome’s face. She looked around in alarm. Her eyes fell on the speaker.
The woman’s hair was pale gold, gathered in a complicated-looking style, allowing longer pieces to fall loose to hip length.

She wore an elegant, pale green kimono patterned with gold flowers. In her hand was a large silk fan. It was painted to match her kimono. A large white fur boa, similar to Sesshomaru’s adorned one shoulder.

She was taller than Kagome, slender yet curvaceous. Her jaw was square but delicately feminine. Her large oval eyes were gold, her elegant ears pointed. On her forehead was a gold star. She was too beautiful to be real. Yet there she stood on the opposite side of the addressing Sesshoumaru in a familiar fashion.

Instinctively his hand went for the hilt of his sword, ready to draw and protect Kagome and Makoto if necessary. He could smell Rin and Jaken approaching but he hoped they had the sense to remain hidden. They had gone to fetch fresh water.

“Akane!”, he said.

He was just as surprised by her sudden appearance as Kagome was. There was an inflection in his voice, slight but there, nonetheless.

“So you do remember me?”, Akane said.

She laughed softly. It was like listening to music.

“You will not need that plaything in your hand”, she said, “I am not interested in the human and her whelp.”

A small frown line appeared between his brows.

“The human is my mate, Kagome and the whelp, my pup, Makoto”, he said, “You will treat them with proper respect.”

Again Akane laughed.

“You were always a stickler for pomp and position”, she said.

His frown deepened.

“Why are you here Akane?”, he said.

“Can you not guess?”

“No and I am not sure I want to…”

She smiled. It was the kind of smile that reduced grown men to quivering wrecks. Yet there was something about her that chilled Kagome to the bone. She resisted the urge to shiver. Akane began to walk across the clearing, hips swaying softly in a seductive manner, fanning herself all the while.

Makoto whimpered. Kagome felt milk roll down her skin. She did not want to take her eyes off the demon woman stalking towards her mate but her child was showing signs of distress.

“Ssshh… Little man”, she said, “It’s alright...”

Her voice was soft. She wiped the milk off his chin and her breast. She tried to coax the nipple into his mouth again but he turned his head aside with a soft cry. Makoto could feel the tension in his mother’s body. She placed the cloth on her shoulder and adjusted her hold on him. Gently she rubbed his back to bring up wind. He whimpered.

“What a charming scene!”, Akane declared.

Kagome looked up at her. She had an unobstructed view of Akane’s face but her body was partially hidden by Sesshomaru. He was standing in her path. His arm was hanging by his side. It was slightly bent at the elbow suggesting he was ready to act if necessary. Akane fanned herself as if she was oblivious to the threat.

“This is your first pup?”, she said.

Kagome opened her mouth to speak. Then she realised Akane was addressing Sesshomaru. She closed her mouth again.

“Yes”, he said.

Akane looked at Kagome and Makoto again. A tiny frown line appeared between her elegant, well-shaped brows. She looked at Sesshomaru again.

“You surprise me”, she said, “The Sesshomaru I knew had nothing but contempt for humans…”

“A demon is entitled to change his point of view, is he not?”

“Yes, but that you should take this human female and call her your mate, that you should be father to the pup she holds in arms… That partially transformed half-breed with its ridiculous puppy ears….”

“Is my heir!”

Sesshomaru growled. It raised the small hairs on the back of Kagome’s neck. She started. Makoto cried out. Then he began to wail. Kagome rocked him gently and made what she hoped were soothing noises. She watched the Inuyoukai with worried eyes. Akane was not cowed by Sesshomaru’s outburst. The only outward sign she showed that she had been affected by it was an abrupt stop to the irritating fanning activity. She looked almost bored. She sighed.

“How the mighty have fallen…”, Akane said.

The fan resumed its distracting motion.

“That is not how I see it.”

For what seemed like a long time the two demons stood there facing each other in silence. The air between them seemed thick. Kagome imagined that if she moved a hand though the space between them the air would ripple around it. Akane broke the silence.

“Have you forgotten how it was between us?”, she said.

He stared at her.

“I have forgotten nothing”, he said.

“So you remember how happy I made you?”

“Of course.”

Kagome’s eyes widened. The fan stopped moving. Akane smiled. It was a strange smile, happy but filled with sad things.

“So come with me”, she said, “Let us recapture those days…”

“Akane…”

“Yes, Sesshomaru?”

“What happened between us… It was a very, long time ago. I am with Kagome now. We have a pup together…”

Puzzlement showed on Akane’s face. Her fan flipped closed with swish and a thwack. She struck his chest with it.

“Sesshomaru, you insult me with this continuing delusion of yours”, she said, “How does a mere human compare to Akane holder of the great territory to the east of yours?”

He pushed the fan away with the tip of a long, elegant finger.

“There is no comparison”, he said, “Kagome is a completely different creature to you… Do you not remember? It was you who left me. You could not wait for my father to die so I could inherit…”

Kagome’s eyes threatened to pop out their sockets. As she watched, Akane’s whole demeanour and outward expression changed. Even the way she held her body was different. She reached out her free hand and clutched the front of Sesshomaru’s kimono.

“My mate is dead”, she said, “I am alone again. Discard your wench and her pup. I can breed you scores of full-blooded demon pups to make you forget. I will make you happy…”

His eyes narrowed. When he spoke his voice was low and very controlled. He was trying very hard not to lose his temper.

“Akane, what do I have to say to make you understand?”, he said, “I would never leave Kagome and Makoto. Must I show you the scar I made on Kagome’s shoulder to say she is mine? Then will you gather up what is left of your dignity and leave?”

Her eyes went wide. She let go of his kimono.

“You marked her as your own?”, she said.

“Yes… Now do you believe that I am serious?”

She stared at him. Then she turned hate-filled eyes on Kagome. She tried not to flinch. It was an effort to hold her gaze. When Akane looked back to Sesshomaru, she was overcome with a sense of relief. Something moved behind Akane’s eyes.

“Ah, but does she know how to keep you satisfied?”, she said.

Surprised showed in Sesshomaru’s eyes. Akane smiled.

“So your human wench cannot keep up with your demands?”, she said, “Must you hold back in case you tear her fragile carcass apart? I remember just how rough you can get when you are overcome with lust. Do you remember how much damage I can take? I would heal and we would start all over again…”

Kagome’s face felt hot. She realised she was blushing. Her eyes were very wide. The words sounded so wrong coming from Akane’s delicate mouth. Sesshomaru swallowed. Akane’s hand touched the front of his hakama.

Kagome heard a sickening snap. Then Akane was on the other side of the clearing again, cradling an injured arm. Her large golden eyes were very wide. Kagome stared, trying to make sense of the scene.

“You broke my wrist!”, Akane cried.

“Yes.”

“Why? Did I hit a raw nerve, Sesshomaru?”

Makoto whimpered. Sesshomaru disregarded Akane’s second question.

“I did not want to resort to violence”, he said, “But there was no other way to make you understand: I do not want you.”

Akane’s pretty face contorted in rage.

“Your father and your half-breed whelp of a brother are a disgrace to your family line but you taking a human mate and breeding a second half-breed pup; that is a blight on the face of the dog demon race!”, she cried, “I will kill her and that whelp!”

The arm holding the fan made angry motions, causing the fan to flip partially open and close again repeatedly.

“Make one move towards my mate or my pup and I will kill you!”, Sesshomaru growled.

His expression was grim. Her eyes went wide.

“You really mean that…”, she said.

Her voice was soft. Akane seemed to wilt before Kagome’s eyes. She suddenly seemed smaller, more pathetic, as fragile as her human disguise suggested.

“Yes”, he said, “Leave us.”

Akane’s lip quivered. She half-turned, stared back over her shoulder for a moment, eyes not really focussing on anything for long. Then she was gone. He stood still, watching and listening in case she should return and attack. After a few minutes he was satisfied the danger was past. He shook the tension out of his sword arm. Then he went to Kagome. He sat on the blanket next to her. Then he put his arm around her and gathered her and Makoto to him. She put her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

“You’re trembling”, he said.

He kissed her hair.

“I was scared”, she said softly.

“I know…”

She looked at him. There was something in his eyes. He kissed her softly.

“Is the scary demon lady gone?”

It was Rin’s voice.

“Is it safe to come out my Lord?”, Jaken said simultaneously.

Kagome jumped. That earned her a smile from Sesshomaru.

“Yes, come out”, he said, “Come out Rin and Jaken. She is gone.”

Unfortunately the Buddhist wedding ceremony was over but the wedding breakfast was in full swing when they arrived at the village. As village miko Kaede had also performed Shinto ceremony for them the night before, which Kagome sadly regretted missing. Sango was a beautiful bride in a formal wedding kimono. Kagome helped her change into a lighter kimono later on.

Miroku even managed to look handsome in new clothes. The reunion was tearful especially when Inuyasha and Shippo joined the fray. The celebrations lasted into the early hours of the next day.

That night Kagome lay in bed with Sesshomaru in their assigned room. Makoto snoozed in a makeshift crib.

“I am sorry we missed the wedding ceremonies”, he said, “I know you would liked to have been there.”
“Thanks…”
There was a silence. Sesshomaru smoothed Kagome’s hair. She snuggled against him, readying herself for sleep. He raised an eyebrow.

“Do you not want to talk?”, he said.

“Why? I’m sleepy. Aren’t you tired?”

“Yes, but you have not tried to talk to me about the incident in the forest yesterday…”

Kagome drew herself up. She turned over and leaned her elbows on his chest.

“I thought you would talk to me about her in your own time, if you wanted to…”, she said.

He caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers. Kagome touched the inside of his wrist.

“There is not much to tell”, he said, “You know just about everything there is to know… It was a long time ago. I was younger then, a different demon…”

“I see…”

She watched his face.

“Why did you break her wrist when she suggested I wasn’t satisfying you in bed?”, she said, “Was she right?”

Sesshomaru’s wide eyes widened further, though on some level he knew the question was coming.

“No”, he said, “I was younger then. My idea of sex was very different. I was violent, selfish and unfeeling and she was a willing bedmate. Akane’s tastes run to the extreme and she let me do just about anything I wanted…. What I do with you, Kagome, I cherish it. I would not change it, not even for more power…”

“So why did you break her wrist?”

“Because she will only respond to extreme behaviour… Tell me you believe me?”
She could see desperation in his eyes. Her expression softened. Sesshomaru kissed her. She kissed him back. He rolled her on to her back. His hand slipped inside her yukata and moved it downwards until it covered her breast. He caressed her. Kagome moaned softly.

“I believe you…”, she said.

Inuyasha walked through the village. He was on his way back from the well, a bucket of water in his hand. Behind the walls of the houses made paper-thin by his sensitive ears, the sounds of merry making or lovemaking seemed to emerge from every room. He rolled his eyes. What was it about weddings that gave everybody licence to behave badly? In the morning there would be a lot of sore heads and awkward faces.

He pushed open the door of Kaede’s house. He entered and set the bucket down inside the door. Then he pulled it closed behind him. He found a cup and drank his fill, once, twice, three times. He clumped towards the bedroom he shared with Shippo. Shippo was not there. Perhaps he was curled up with Kaede as usual? Rin was already bunking in there. Kaede’s small room had to be crowded. In the next room he could hear the sounds of Sesshomaru and Kagome’s lovemaking. He rolled his eyes. Do I really have to listen to that all night long?

He lay down and stared at the ceiling. He tried to concentrate on the crack on the ceiling but the activity next door was distracting. God! Can Sesshomaru quit that growling? It’s annoying. Does it not annoy her? I always thought Kagome would be louder than that in bed… Oh, yeah! She’s probably trying not to wake the pup. He squeezed his eyes shut. He turned over on his front. God! I hope this doesn’t take much longer or I’m going to have to leave. Maybe I should just yell at them to keep it down?

He looked towards the screen door to the next room. Light crept around the edges. It was not closed properly. Little wonder he could hear the lovers so clearly. He came up on his knees and penguin-walked to the screen. He reached out a hand to slide the door shut, then he hesitated. He stared at his clawed hand stretched out before him. Why aren’t you moving? Why aren’t you closing the door? He inched closer to the screen door. He put his hand on the lacquered wood but he could not bring it to move. He leaned forward.

Sesshomaru was on top of Kagome, magenta striped hips moving rhythmically as he thrust in and out of her. Beneath him, her hips moved in time. Their lower bodies were cover by the sheet. His hand was pressed into the ground by her body. He only could only see glimpses of her upper body because Sesshomaru was leaning over her, kissing her.

Sesshomaru leaned back again, giving Inuyasha a better view of Kagome. Her pretty face was shiny with sweat and her cheeks were flushed. Her breasts were fuller than he thought, the nipples darker. Her throat, collarbones, shoulders, ribcage, waist and arms were delicate looking.

Her pale flesh looked soft and luscious like a ripe peach. Perhaps Sesshomaru’s frame provided the contrast? He had thought of Sesshomaru as thin, his power coming from his youkai blood, but naked, Sesshomaru was no weakling. His shoulders were broad, tapering down to lean hips and his hard body rippled with muscle.

He could feel his erection growing beneath his hakama. A growl sounded in Sesshomaru’s throat. His eyes widened. Does he know I’m watching? He fell backwards. What the hell am I doing? He stared at the light coming through the gap between the screen door and the frame. It seemed to draw him to it. He found himself looking at the lovers again.

He remembered what it was like to kiss Kagome. He remembered the soft scent of her skin, the feel of her hair. What was it like to be Sesshomaru, getting to kiss her mouth every day, to cup her breasts in his hand and feel the nipples harden against his fingers? How did her skin feel against his when he held her naked in his arms? What was it like to plunge an erect penis into the soft, elasticity of her vagina and move in and out of her?

He stared at his half-brother’s profile. What was it like to be Kagome, kissing him everyday, running her hands over that perfect body, letting him thrust his erection in and out of her? Did she feel like she had won the prize? Was he the better man/demon?

Inuyasha clamped his hand over his mouth lest he should cry out. His penis was hard, fully erect and aching to be used. He sat back on the floor, his hands behind him. His genitals made a tent-like shape in his hakama. He would not bear to watch anymore. He crawled back to his bed and lay down. He stuck his fingers into his ear canals and squeezed his eyes shut. It had to end soon, right?

The next evening after dinner Inuyasha sat on the small porch in the front of the house. Miroku and Sango were inside with Kagome, Rin, Sesshomaru, Kaede and Shippo. Makoto was already asleep. When he was awake all everybody did was fuss over him, particularly the women. He wondered what all the big deal was. Eat, sleep, shit, cry, break wind and look cute seemed to be all the whelp could do. If the child were not his nephew he would not be interested in him at all.

The small sitting area had been too crowded. The closed environment was giving him a headache. He did not feel sociable at the moment. Too many other thoughts were on his mind. It disturbed him. He liked to avoid thinking if at all possible.

The door opened but he did not turn around. He knew his half-brother’s scent and the sound of his footfalls. Sesshomaru learned against the supporting beam of the house and looked up at the twilight sky.

“Careful”, Inuyasha said, “You don’t want to forget your own strength and bring the whole house crashing down on our heads!”

Sesshomaru stared at the back of Inuyasha’s head. He resisted the temptation to kick him off the porch and out on to the street. He played the scene through in his head but he left it there, just another amusing possible scenario.

“You amuse me little brother…”, Sesshomaru said.

“I’m so glad.”

Inuyasha’s voice was thick with sarcasm. Minutes ticked by in silence. He looked at Sesshomaru in annoyance.

“Was there something you wanted?”, he said, “Or are you just here to annoy me?”

Sesshomaru regarded Inuyasha with cool eyes.

“No”, he said.

Inuyasha frowned.

“No, to what?”, he said.

“Just, no…”

Inuyasha snorted. He sprang to his feet.

“Then I’ll just leave you to it”, he said.

He headed towards the door. He had his hand on the handle when Sesshomaru spoke.

“Next time, Inuyasha”, Sesshomaru said, “Do not stand on ceremony…”

Inuyasha stared at the back of Sesshomaru’s head. That jerk has nicer hair than me. Not that I care…

“What?”, he said.

Sesshomaru turned his body towards Inuyasha so he could see his face.

“I know you were watching… Last night… I could smell you”, Sesshomaru said, “I could hear you breathing.”

Inuyasha’s eyes widened. Simultaneously his face flushed. He took his hand off the door handle.

“So what?”, he said, “I was just curious that’s all… You’d do the same in my position! Kagome has really nice breasts…”

He realised he was babbling. He frowned at Sesshomaru.

“What exactly do you mean by don’t stand on ceremony?”, he said.

Sesshomaru regarded him with the same cool expression.

“It means: do not hide in the next room if you would rather be in bed with us”, he said, “Take off your clothes and come in.”

Inuyasha’s eyes widened in shock.

“That’s what I thought you meant…”, he mumbled.

His voice rose.

“God! That’s sick! You’re my half-brother, Sesshomaru! You perverted freak! Does Kagome know what she married?”

Sesshomaru seemed to consider the question.

“I believe she does”, he said, “Or she has a good idea what I am like. Kagome has very few illusions about what I’m capable of… Now if you’ll excuse me little brother, I must hunt.”

Sesshomaru’s voice was annoyingly calm. Inuyasha stared at him. Sesshomaru stepped off the porch. Then he looked back at Inuyasha. The corners of his mouth turned up.

“I know you shall think about what I said”, he said.

“You bastard!”

Sesshomaru laughed. Inuyasha launched himself off the porch at him but Sesshomaru was gone, leaving him sat on the ground, spitting out dirt and listening to the sound of his laughter ringing in his ears.

Rin and Shippo fell asleep in Kagome’s arms and had to be carried to bed. Sango and Miroku left and everybody else went to bed early, still feeling the effects of the night before. Everybody that is, except Inuyasha. He did not want to be there when Sesshomaru and Kagome were in the throes of lovemaking.

He ran until he was far from the village, out of breath and covered in sweat. He drank from a lake in a forest clearing and killed the beast that rose to greet him. When he returned to the village in the early hours of the morning a hush had descended up the settlement. Everybody was surely sleeping.

In the confines of his bedroom he stripped off his bloodied haori and undershirt, leaving on his hakama. He washed the creature’s blood off his skin. There was blood on his hakama also. He grunted. Bastard demon! Why did its blood have to spray him when he sliced off the damned things head? He slipped out of his hakama.

Naked, he picked up his other bloodied clothes, intending to wash them and hang them up to dry. Then he realised that it was probably not a good idea to wander around the house in the nude, even if it was the middle of the night and everybody else was in bed. In a trunk by the wall was stored a yukata he wore on the rare occasion that he took a bath in the house. He was about to put his clothes down and fetch it when a sound stopped him.

Kagome moaned in the next room. Inuyasha stood very still, barely breathing. He looked towards the screen door. It was firmly shut this time. He had done it himself that morning. He heard the sound again. Then he heard Sesshomaru growl. He said something to Kagome in a low rumble. Inuyasha could not make out the words. Kagome’s response was a giggle. His eyes went wide. His clothes slipped from his hands, forgotten. They hit the floor with a soft thump. Oh God! I stayed out all night to get away from them and they’re at it again! Don’t they ever sleep?

Kagome moaned again. Images from the night before flashed across his brain. No, stop! It’s not fair! He dropped to his hands and knees. He stared at screen door. He crawled forward and sat by the door. He leaned his back against the doorframe. In the next room he could hear the lovers clearly. Why does the racket they make not wake the pup? Are his ears not as sensitive as mine? He could feel the blood rushing to his lower body. Crap! Not again!

He closed his eyes and pressed the back of his head against the doorframe. Kagome made a particularly loud moan. Inuyasha’s eyes opened. That would surely wake the pup! He listened but no sound came, not even a whimper. Seemingly Kagome and Sesshomaru had been waiting for the same thing. In a few moments the sounds of their lovemaking were heard again.

Between his legs his penis was hard and ready to act. His breathing was harsh. He pressed his hands into the floor and closed his eyes. Oh, God! This is too much. This is torture. He drew his legs up. A fine shudder started in his upper body, travelled through his lower body and down his legs to his feet.

“Inuyasha.”

His eyes flashed open. It was Sesshomaru’s voice. Inuyasha’s body went very still.

“Little brother, I know you are listening”, Sesshomaru said.

Inuyasha moved away from the door. He turned towards the direction of Sesshomaru’s voice.

“Yeah, well… You guys are so loud. You’re keeping me awake!”, he cried.

“Not so loud as to wake the pup”, Sesshomaru said.

Inuyasha was silent.

“Why are you still on that side of the screen door?”, Sesshomaru said, “Do you not remember the conversation we had earlier?”

“Yeah, I remember… It doesn’t get any less sick the more I think about it!”

He got to his feet. He turned away, intending to fetch the yukata from the trunk and take his clothes outside to wash them.

“Does that make me sick too”, Kagome said, “For wanting you to join us?”

His eyes widened in shock. He turned towards the sound of Kagome’s voice.

“Kagome…”, he said.

“Open the door, Inuyasha”, she said, “Come in… For me.”

He hesitated, staring at the door.

“Inuyasha?”, Kagome said.

He swallowed.

“Okay”, he said softly, “I’m coming in… For you Kagome.”

Kagome smiled up at Sesshomaru. He kissed her softly.

“Hurry”, she said to Inuyasha, “Don’t keep me waiting…”

Inuyasha put a hand on the screen door and pushed it open slowly. Sesshomaru seemed to be hovering over Kagome. When Sesshomaru’s penis, still hard and wet from being inside her came into view, he realised that he was pulling out of her. God, the guy is huge! How the hell am I supposed to compete with that?!

He glimpsed moist pink flesh and dark hair between Kagome’s legs before the sheet covered her. Sesshomaru lay down side next to her. He kissed her on the lips. She touched his face. She returned his kiss.

Inuyasha’s hand clung to the screen door. His bare foot came down on the floor halfway over the threshold between the two rooms. Sesshomaru looked up and met his eyes. Inuyasha’s large golden eyes, framed by long, dark lashes seemed too big for his face. That boyish face was deceptive. He was decades old. Sesshomaru looked down at his half-brother’s naked body.

He was about a head shorter than Sesshomaru and not so broad through the shoulders. His unkempt, long, white hair fell loose down his back, to about mid-thigh. His warm skin was darker, if not darker than Kagome’s. His body was lean, whippet thin, his muscles sinewy and defined. His penis, nestled in a patch of white, curling hair, was already hard and erect.

Inuyasha’s face was red when Sesshomaru met his eyes again. Somehow he had not expected such an examination from his brother. The corners of Sesshomaru’s mouth turned up at Inuyasha’s apparent discomfort.

“Ah, little brother”, he said, “Already naked and willing… Come in, or are you overcome with your inbuilt sense of shyness again?”

Inuyasha bristled.

“I’m not shy!”, he said, “And I’m naked because…”

Sesshomaru cocked his head to the side.

“Yes?”, he said in a particularly maddening way.

Inuyasha was embarrassed, deciding this was not such a good idea after all and ready to flee, when Kagome turned towards him and drew herself up. The sheet fell away from her upper body, exposing her to the waist. Holy crap, her breasts are amazing!

“Don’t let him make you mad, Inuyasha”, she said.

Inuyasha nodded. He was trying not to make it too obvious he was staring at her breasts but he knew he was failing miserably. She gestured to him.

“Come to me, Inuyasha.”

Then she pressed her hand to her chest above those lush, full breasts, tantalisingly obstructing his view of one nipple. He moved away from the door. He walked towards her, eyes never leaving her face. He knelt down on the floor in front of her. She drew herself up and touched his cheek. The sheet fell away from her body. Only her lower legs and part of her thighs remained covered. His eyes were drawn to the patch of dark hair between her legs.

“Inuyasha?”, she said.

She touched his other cheek. She now had her hands on both sides of his face. He felt his cheeks redden. He met her beautiful brown eyes.

“Yes, Kagome?”, he said.

“Why don’t you kiss me?”

“I…”

He put his hand in the curve between her neck and shoulder. Her skin was so soft and warm under his fingers. The he moved his hand upwards, savouring the feel of her skin and cupped her jaw. He kissed her softly on the lips. Her lips were so warm. He kissed her again.

She kissed him back, thrusting her tongue into his mouth with a moan. She tasted like sweet, and delicate like ripe fruit. He returned her fervour pushing his tongue into her mouth with a moan of his own. She stroked his unruly white hair. He put his arms around her upper body, drawing her closer to him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her upper body against his. Her breasts were soft against relative hardness his chest. He felt her nipples harden against his flesh and a ripple of excitement coursed through him, starting somewhere in upper chest and ending in his groin.

He pressed her down on to the bed. His shoulder brushed against something warm and solid. Then Sesshomaru moved over to give them room. His kisses moved down her neck. She moaned softly in his ear. For a moment he could not breathe. He face dropped towards her breasts.

He began to kiss the soft mounds. Her skin was so warm. She smelled so good, despite the overlay of Sesshomaru’s scent on her skin. She made soft sounds in his ear. She slid her hand under his hair and massaged the back of his neck. He trembled. He made a soft sound against her breast. He cupped her breast in his hand feeling its weight and its softness. He massaged one breast, then the other, eliciting more moans from Kagome.

“Oh, Inuyasha…”

Kagome’s soft hand touched his ear. She rubbed the sensitive tip between her fingers. He made a small sound in his throat. She drew herself up, pressing her breasts into his face. God, I think I’m in heaven! If I’m not, then I must be dreaming. Never wake me up! He nuzzled her breasts with his face. Kagome made a soft sound in her throat.

Her soft tongue licked the tender pink flesh of his inner ear. Her strokes were gentle at first. Then she bore down. He gasped. She drew as much of the sensitive extremity into her mouth as possible and sucked on it gently. Gradually she increased the pressure. The action tore a full-throated moan from his mouth. The pleasure was so intense.

Makoto made a soft cry. Inuyasha froze. He felt Kagome go still beneath him. Makoto made another soft baby noise. Then he yawned and promptly fell back to sleep. Kagome released his ear. She was already massaging the tip of the other ear in her hand. Sesshomaru punched him in the ribs, just hard enough to hurt. His body jerked involuntarily.

“Uh!”, he cried, more in surprise than pain.

He had almost forgotten Sesshomaru was there. He could suddenly smell the full force of the jerk’s scent and hear his heightened breathing. Was that perv Sesshomaru getting off watching his younger brother ravish his mate?

“Not so loud, half-breed”, Sesshomaru growled.

Inuyasha opened his mouth to retort but Kagome summarily interrupted him. She gently she turned his head to the side so she could lick his inner ear. He tried to keep his cries low as she licked and sucked on the sensitive extremity. She released the ear and he pressed her down on to the bed. He kissed her before she could inflict the same glorious torture on him again.

A hand touched the back of his shoulder. Then it smoothed his hair. He knew it was not Kagome’s hand because one of her arms was already around his neck and the other hand had trailed down his back. She had tugged gently on his tail making him mock-growl at her. She laughed the softest, sexiest of bedroom laughs. Then she had started massaging the tension out of one tight buttock.

Inuyasha met Sesshomaru’s eyes. There was heat in Sesshomaru’s gaze. He frowned. What does that look in his eyes mean? Why the hell is he looking at me like that? Sesshomaru reached out to touch his face. Inuyasha recoiled. Sesshomaru did not accept it as rejection. He moved closer, balancing well despite the missing left arm. Inuyasha looked at the smooth flesh of the stump, where the arm ended around mid-bicep and for the first time, felt a pang of guilt.

Sesshomaru cupped one side of his face in his hand, bringing his attention back to him. What the hell is he doing? Inuyasha moved off Kagome. Her small hand touched Sesshomaru’s perfectly chiselled chest. Yet he leaned across her body and pressed his lips to Inuyasha’s. What? Sesshomaru’s mouth was surprisingly soft on his.

Holding Inuyasha’s face in his hand, Sesshomaru forced his tongue into his mouth. In theory he had the upper body strength to hurl him half-way across the room, but as his older half-brother’s firm, wet tongue explored the inside of his mouth, he could not even push him away. He was too stunned. He gave a soft moan, surprisingly himself, but what shocked him the most when his own tongue began to touch Sesshomaru’s in response. Finally Sesshomaru drew back and met his eyes again. Inuyasha’s were wide.

“I never thought I would hear myself say this”, he said, “But you’re a pretty good kisser, Sesshomaru…”

His voice was soft with wonder. The corners of Sesshomaru’s mouth turned up.

“Why thank you, Inuyasha!”, he said.

Watching, Inuyasha’s face, Sesshomaru trailed his hand down his lean, muscular chest. Inuyasha caught his breath. He watched the progress of Sesshomaru’s elegant white hand, unable to move except to tremble, as it trailed over his abdominals and beyond. His hand closed around Inuyasha’s penis.

Gripping the head of the penis firmly, Sesshomaru moved his hand slowly back and forth along the shaft. A small sound escaped Inuyasha’s lips. He could not help but notice that Sesshomaru had a pretty impressive erection. So huge and white… He swallowed. What is he planning? Sesshomaru’s hand continued its work. Inuyasha was already painfully erect. If his half-brother did not let go soon, he would surely loose control. Liquid was already beginning to leak from the tip. He gasped as he felt another spike of pleasure.

“I never imagined you’d be rubbing my penis either and that I wouldn’t know how to stop you…”

Sesshomaru smiled wide enough to show his fangs.

“You know, little brother”, he said, “Neither did I…”

Kagome’s small hand touched Sesshomaru’s wrist causing him to pause in his ministrations. Inuyasha looked at Kagome. She was looking at Sesshomaru. Then she met his eyes. She put her hand to her mouth as if she was trying to hide her smile.

“You know”, she said, “As perverted as this is, it’s really hot!”

Huh! She looked at Sesshomaru again.

“Do you think you’re done freaking him out?”, Kagome said to Sesshomaru.
Sesshomaru looked at Inuyasha. Then he looked back to Kagome.

“Yes”, he said, “I think Inuyasha is traumatised enough…”

What? Sesshomaru took his hand away from Inuyasha’s penis. As he watched Kagome kissed Sesshomaru softly on the lips. She kissed him again. Sesshomaru kissed her back. Inuyasha stared at them both in disbelief.

“Kagome”, Inuyasha said.

“Yes, Inuyasha?”, she said.

“What in the hells is going on?”

“Oh, Inuyasha… When Sesshomaru kissed you he was just acting out one of my fantasies. I never thought he’d run his hand down your body and grab your penis as well…”

“That was my own personal touch”, Sesshomaru said with a smirk.

“Huh!”, Inuyasha said.

“Sssshhh!”, Kagome said, “Inuyasha, don’t be mad...”

The look in her brown eyes was soft, beguiling. She touched his chest. Her fingers caressed him. He made a small sound, not wanting those soft touches to ever stop.

“I’m not mad…”, he said, “How can I be mad at you when you’re completely naked in front of me and so beautiful?”

His face flushed. She smiled at him.

“Oh, Inuyasha…”, she said.

Her gaze was soft. Why did I never do this with her? Why did I wait so long? What the hell was wrong with me? She kissed him on the lips. He kissed her back. He put his arms around her again. He wanted to touch every inch of her. Her skin was so soft, so fragrant. The scent of her overwhelmed his senses. He pressed her down on to the bed again. He caressed her back and shoulders, her buttocks, her arms, her breasts, her belly, her hips, her groin, her thighs, calves and feet. His mouth followed his hands.

While Inuyasha worked on one part of her body, Sesshomaru caressed, licked or kissed another. Kagome gasped and moaned. She was writhing beneath him, her body pressing against his in all the right places. Next to them, Sesshomaru lay, licking the sensitive path along the back of her ear, causing Kagome to make soft, strangled noises. After a while it had stopped being strange if they happened to brush against each other in their shared ministrations upon Kagome’s body.

Inuyasha trailed his thumb down the arch of her neck. She made a soft sound. He gazed down at her flushed, pretty face. I can’t stand it any longer. I have to be inside her soon or the anticipation will kill me. He stroked the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs once more making her gasp. When he parted her legs fully she offered little resistance. He caught his breath when he saw the opening, slick and dark against the moist, pink flesh of her vulva. He moved, ready to thrust into her.

Sesshomaru growled. A chill ran through his body. He looked at Sesshomaru. Sesshomaru’s irises swam in a sea of red. Inuyasha’s eyes widened. Holy crap! What’s he going to do? Was this all a game to him? Did he really let me get this far only to try to kill me if I finish it? That rat bastard! Kagome touched his face.

“Inuyasha…”, she gasped.

“Kagome, I…”

“Inuyasha, please. Give it to me.”

He glanced at Sesshomaru. Sesshomaru was staring at him steadily.

“Don’t look at him”, she said, “Look at me. I’m the one you want. You want me, don’t you?”

She stroked his cheek. Inuyasha looked at her like a drowning man.

“Yes. More than anything…”

Damn the consequences! If I get just the tip into her, I’ll die a happy Hanyou… He thrust downwards and into her. Beside him, Sesshomaru growled. Inuyasha’s body tensed waiting for to be torn off her. Nothing happened. What the fuck?! The bastard was bluffing!

Kagome was making soft noises as he eased himself into her a little at a time. She put her arms around him and kissed the edge of his chin. Inuyasha forgot to be annoyed at Sesshomaru. I can’t see anything but you. He rolled on to his back taking her with him. Her eyes were a little wide.

“Don’t you want to be on top?”, she said.

She stroked his chest. God, that feels so good! He moved his head back and forth on the pillow.

“No, I want to be looking up at your face while we do this”, he said.

She picked up the rosary around his neck.

“Like when I say the o word?”, she said, “And you’re lying on the ground looking up at me...”

God! His eyes widened in horror.

“Don’t say that now!”, he cried, “It could be really bad because you’re on top of me.”

She raised an eyebrow. One corner of her mouth twitched. She let the beads drop and poked him the chest.

“Ouch!”, he said.

“Give me a little credit.”

She adjusted the position of her thighs on top of his. Then her hips began to move, drawing him out and then taking him back into her. Oh, God! The feeling of her warm flesh surrounding his felt like nothing else he had ever experienced. He gasped. She smiled at him. She leaned down and kissed his lips. He touched her face. He kissed her back. He moved with her, slowly at first, making her moan softly.

He gazed up at her face, watching the emotions play across it. He felt the weight of her body and the glorious friction caused by their sweaty bodies sliding and rubbing against one other. In his groin he could feel the sensation was building but the slow burn was making him crazy. For a moment he had an insane urge to hurt her. He rolled her on to her back. She gave a soft cry of surprise.

“I changed my mind”, he said, “I want to be on top.”

His voice sounded strange to his own ears. He began to move faster. Her body moved in time with his. She wrapped her long legs tightly around his waist, forcing shorter, harder thrusts. She was so wet, so warm, so beautiful. Her breath was coming in gasps and moans. Her head moved back and forth on the pillow in her ecstasy. Her fingernails scored the flesh of his back and he smelled his own blood.

He could hear an inhuman growling noise. Was Sesshomaru being a jerk again? Then he realised the sounds were coming from his own throat.

The sensation finally reached its glorious peak. He saw entire galaxies in his field of vision. His neck arched. His body stiffened. He spilled his warm seed into her. Then he went limp. He heard Kagome say his name with a sigh. He was suddenly weak. He rolled on to his back taking her with him, before he collapsed fully on top of her.

She stroked his chest. She kissed him; soft butterfly kisses along the edge of his jaw. He groaned. She met his eyes. He reached out and smoothed damp tendrils of hair away from her flushed cheeks and forehead.

“That was wonderful”, she said.

Her voice was soft. He smiled at her.

“You were pretty wonderful too”, he said.

She kissed him on the lips. He kissed her back. Sesshomaru touched Kagome’s face with the back of his fingers. She looked at him. His hand dropped to her shoulder.

“Come”, he said to Kagome, “Pleasure your mate.”

“Okay”, she said softly.

Sesshomaru kissed Kagome. She kissed him back. Then she brushed her lips against Inuyasha’s. She moved off him and lay down next to him. Sesshomaru leaned over her. His eyes were red except for a dark slit of pupil. A realisation hit him. So his eyes change when he’s excited too? Yeeeuck! Perhaps that’s something I didn’t need to know about him!

Sesshomaru and Kagome were kissing using their tongues. When they broke apart to breathe, Sesshomaru buried his face in Kagome’ s neck. His hand caressed her breast. She gasped with pleasure. His face moved lower.

Inuyasha glimpsed flashes of Sesshomaru’s tongue. What the hell?! He looked at Kagome’s face. From her expression he could tell she liked it. Huh! Sesshomaru kept going until he reached her breasts. Then he concentrated his attention mainly on her nipples. She moaned in appreciation. Why can’t I look away? Why am I still watching this?

Sesshomaru raised his head. He caught Inuyasha’s eye. For a moment he stared at him with those weird red eyes. Then he turned back to Kagome. He kissed her on the lips. She caressed his face. His mouth worked its way down her body. He kissed her thighs, licked the back of her knees. He even sucked on her toes. That part made Inuyasha grimace until he saw the look on her face.

Sesshomaru moved her thighs apart. Kagome arched her back slightly. Then he moved and started to thrust into her. Her gaze was soft as she looked up at him. For Inuyasha it was definitive proof. Oh, God! She really does love him…

Sesshomaru leaned down and kissed Kagome. Inuyasha’s eyes were wide. He glanced down and noticed that his penis was angling towards his stomach. Oh, God! I should leave. What the hell am I still doing here? This is so wrong. He started to roll on to his side away from the copulating couple. A small hand touched his back. He started.

“Inuyasha, don’t go”, Kagome said.

He looked at her in surprise.

“You want me to stay”, he said, “Why?”

He was conscious that Sesshomaru was staring at him but he chose to ignore him.

“Sesshomaru is making love to me now”, she said, “But when we’re finished… I want us all to fall asleep together.”

Inuyasha’s eyebrows lifted. He glanced at his half-brother. He could tell that Sesshomaru was not so keen on the idea either. He met Kagome’s eyes. The way she was looking at him now if she had asked him for the moon on a plate he would endeavour to acquire it for her. She did not want the moon. She wanted something a little more tangible, something that required equal sacrifice from the two males in her bed.

“Okay, I’ll stay…”

Inuyasha heard his voice say the words. He looked at Sesshomaru. There was a frown line between Sesshomaru’s eyebrows. It was small but it was there nonetheless. He was looking at him like he had done something interesting. Kagome surprised Inuyasha by rubbing a finger across Sesshomaru’s forehead. Sesshomaru concentrated his attention on Kagome. She smiled at him.

“Hey, weren’t you doing something to me just now?”, she said.

The corners of his mouth turned up.

“Yes, I was…”

Inuyasha watched, like Sesshomaru had done before him, as his brother copulated with Kagome. Sometimes he stared at Makoto’s cradle, willing the infant to wake and interrupt the proceedings. Mostly he looked at Kagome’s face and wished it were he causing her make those ecstatic faces, resenting Sesshomaru and his broad shouldered, hard muscled body. Inuyasha’s eyelids were heavy as the release finally came. At last! I thought they were going to keep going all night. He closed his eyes.

“Hey! Don’t fall asleep on me, yet!”, Kagome said.

He groaned.

“I’m not asleep yet”, he said, “I’d be asleep long ago if that bastard wasn’t trying to keep it up all night!”

Sesshomaru stared at him with cool eyes. His eyes had reverted to their normal golden colour.

“Jealousy is such an ugly personality trait”, Sesshomaru said, “But you wear it well, little brother.”

Inuyasha was suddenly wide-awake. His hands curled into fists ready to strike Sesshomaru. Kagome put her hand on his chest and pressed him down on to the bed again.

“Hey!”, she cried, “It’s time to go to sleep now. There will be no fighting.”
Inuyasha sighed.

“You’re right”, he said, “I’m sorry.”

The corners of Sesshomaru’s mouth were turned up behind Kagome. Is that bastard smirking at me?

“Of course I’m right”, she said, “Come on. Let’s all go to sleep now.”

She pulled up the covers and lay down between them. Sesshomaru moved closer to Kagome. He kissed the side of her neck. She took his hand.

“Goodnight my sweet”, he said.

“Goodnight Sessh.”

Sesshomaru closed his eyes. Inuyasha realised he was staring. Sesshomaru playing the loving mate seemed so unnatural. Kagome met Inuyasha’s eyes. She reached for his hand. He curled his fingers around hers.

“Come a little closer, Inuyasha”, she said, “I don’t bite!”

Inuyasha moved those few inches closer until their bodies were touching.

“But you do scratch!”, he said.

Her face flushed. He grinned at her.

“I’m sorry about that”, she said, “I got a little carried away…”

“That’s okay. It seemed right at the time. Besides I heal fast…”

In the semi-darkness he could see a glint of golden light behind Kagome. Inuyasha realized that Sesshomaru’s eyes were half-open. The sneaky bastard is listening to everything we say!

“Can you talk to each other in the morning, please”, Sesshomaru said, “I thought you said you wanted to go to sleep?”

Whose benefit is the please for? Not mine! Has Sesshomaru become nicer? Inuyasha’s eyes widened. Nah!

“Okay, okay”, Kagome said, “We’re going to sleep now. Happy?”

Sesshomaru gave her a lazy smile.

“Ecstatic!”, he said.

He closed his eyes once more. Kagome kissed his cheek. Then she turned to Inuyasha and kissed his cheek. Oh! That was nice.

“Goodnight Inuyasha!”, she said.

“Goodnight.”

For a moment Kagome was still, thinking.

“Inuyasha?”, she said.

“Yes, Kagome?”

“On the night of the new moon when you turn human…”

“What about it?”

“Your hair and eyes change colour…”

“Yes… Where are you going with this?”

“Does the hair change colour down there too?”

Kagome chewed her lip to lessen her smile. Inuyasha’s eyes went wide. He made a strangled noise in his throat.

“Kagome!”, he cried.

Sesshomaru snorted.

“I believe that answers your question, my sweet”, he said.

Inuyasha looked at Sesshomaru’s face. His eyes were closed but there was smirk across his lips. Must not kill. Must not kill. Must not… His mantra was interrupted when Kagome kissed him. He met her eyes, a look of surprise on his face.

“You looked like you were going to kill someone…”, she said, “Sorry Inuyasha, I couldn’t resist. It was too funny. Next time, I’ll keep my wacky thoughts to myself…”

“It’s okay…”, he found himself saying.

He could forgive her just anything at this moment in time. He reached out and stroked her cheek with his free hand. She smiled at him. Her eyes were closing. She settled herself more comfortably between Taiyoukai and Hanyou and promptly fell asleep. Inuyasha watched her serene, pretty face for what seemed like a long time before he too succumbed to sleep.

Leaving the village the next day was hard but necessary. Kagome hugged and kissed everybody goodbye. Saying farewell to Inuyasha was particularly hard after the events of the night before. His lips on her forehead were tender but his hands held her body at a respectful distance because Sesshomaru and her friends were watching. She finally forced herself to pull away and walked to Ah-hun, wiping away the tears that leaked out of the corners of her eyes.

Rin was already sitting on its back holding Makoto. Shippo was with them, petting Makoto’s ears. She made a frown. She wished people would not do that, especially since he was too small to anything but twitch his ears out of your hands.

Shippo jumped into her arms for one last hug. Then he bounded away to hide in his room. She climbed on to Ah-hun’s back with a heavy heart. Rin put Makoto into her arms. Makoto cooed and smiled up at her. The sight of his happy, little face made her heart lift. She found herself smiling back at him. Kaede came to her side to dispense last minute advice.

Inuyasha watched the scene from the porch with Miroku and Sango. He lapsed into his usual crouch. A shadow fell across him and he raised his eyes. Sesshomaru towered over him.

“Don’t tell me you want a hug too?!”, Inuyasha said.

The corners of Sesshomaru’s mouth turned up. The idea seemed to amuse him.

“No…”

Inuyasha stood. Sesshomaru was still taller. Inuyasha frowned but not for that reason. He was used to Sesshomaru using his superior physique to intimidate.

“So what do you want?”, he said.

Sesshomaru was silent a moment.

“I wanted to be sure we were parting on good terms”, he said.

Inuyasha’s eyebrows lifted.

“Yeah, sure”, he said, “Whatever you say…”

Sesshomaru offered him his hand. Inuyasha stared at Sesshomaru’s hand. His cheeks reddened remembering what Sesshomaru had done to him with that strong, elegant hand the night before. He met his eyes. Sesshomaru was watching him with interest. Bastard! Inuyasha reached out and grasped his half-brother’s wrist. Sesshomaru did likewise. Inuyasha was first to let go.

“Goodbye, little brother”, Sesshomaru said.

He patted Inuyasha’s shoulder. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly. He nodded to Miroku and Sango. Then he turned and walked towards Kagome and the rest of his group. Inuyasha stared after him.

“Yeah, see you”, he said.

“I knew you were on better terms with your brother these days, Inuyasha”, Sango said, “But that was downright friendly! Did Kagome bang your heads together until you agreed to be friends?”

Sango laughed at her own joke. Inuyasha looked at her in surprise. Then he looked at Miroku. Miroku was watching him with interest. Inuyasha’s face reddened. He looked away. Miroku’s eyebrows went up.

“Maybe she did”, Miroku said.

Sango stopped laughing. She glanced at Miroku. Then she stared at Inuyasha. Miroku and Sango exchanged a look.

“Am I missing something?”, Sango said.

“Leave me alone”, Inuyasha said.

Kaede came and stood by his side. They all waved to their departing friends. Had even Sesshomaru become a friend? Kaede, Sango and Miroku drifted inside to drink tea and chat. Only Inuyasha remained outside until Kagome and her party was not even a speck in the distance.