Baseballs and Bottoms

A/N And this is it, the last chapter. Hey, it doesn't mesh totally, but it's done, and therefore I am happy. I'm also sleepy, so that may account for part of the happy - exhaustion giddiness. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed and enjoyed. And a special thank you to evil_saint for helping me fix a little (big) mistake with this story!


Warnings: lemon, anal, rimming, bondage, spank...hmm, think that's it!


Chapter 4 - Coming Home

Inuyasha crept into his bedroom nervously. He looked around the interior, listening for sounds in the hallway as well as his room. Sniffing, he could tell Sesshoumaru had been in there sometime earlier, but he’d expected that. It wasn’t as though he could lock the deadbolt when he wasn’t inside. And besides, Sesshoumaru laying in wait for him was why he’d stayed downstairs talking with Mother and Father in the first place. He knew that bastard was just waiting to kick his ass.

Although it didn’t look like he’d waited too long, which made Inuyasha feel more on edge than he’d been sneaking up the stairs. He wished he could just freakin’ calm down, but there was no way he could. Every where he looked, he saw Sesshoumaru glaring, or snarling, or watching him with so much fury that he knew he was in deep shit.

If only Father had just let him stay away a few more days, dammit! All he needed was a few more days and he would have been safe.

Safer, anyway.

He cringed. How pathetic. Almost an adult and he was still scared shitless of his brother. It wasn’t like Sesshoumaru was some kind of omniscient god or something!

He just looked like one.

And sought vengeance like a wronged god as well.

Fuck. He was dead. He’d known it the moment he’d had to come back. Inuyasha closed the door, turned the deadbolt and rested his back against the door, leaving the room dark and quiet as he sighed deeply. Dragging his feet all the way, he made it to his bed and sat down on the padded wooden sides. He slumped over his knees and held his head in his hands, trying to calm himself. All this time, and Sesshoumaru still loomed over his life like an upcoming Armageddon. He should have known it would still be like this.

Deep down, he admitted that he’d known. He’d avoided thinking about it as much as possible, but he’d known he hadn’t really escaped him. From the very start, that first day after he’d had the best and most embarrassing orgasm of his life, he’d known he was in trouble. Sesshoumaru had watched him all day, slapping him on the back every once in a while with a odd smacking sound that Inuyasha just knew had been geared at making him remember the night before.

It had worked, too. He’d been partially aroused that whole day, and he’d lain in his bed the entire next night gripping his cock and trying to get another fantastic, gut-wrenching orgasm. He hadn’t been able to achieve anything but a puny, dissatisfying little blip of a climax. Not that night, or the next, or the next. And every day Sesshoumaru had looked more triumphant and Inuyasha had been more desperate not to give in. Once a person gave in to Sesshoumaru over something sexual, it was fucking over. That bastard didn’t play by halves. If he knew you needed him, he fucking owned you. Inuyasha had seen him do it before to most of girlfriends. The asshole would taunt and tease them until they were crazy to have him, and then when he had them, he treated them like complete shit until he was tired of them. Every last one of them ended up tossed out on their asses, crying or screaming like they were deranged. He’d even seen more than one, wild with jealousy, go after whatever new girl he’d lured in.

Inuyasha had never really understood how the women could let themselves get that obsessed over the bastard. Sesshoumaru was such a shit to them all; they should know better than to even get involved with him! Couldn’t they tell he was a cold bastard from the very beginning? Inuyasha had listened to some of them talking about him. Sesshoumaru never touched them with his mouth: too unhygienic. He never got jealous: not worth it. He never laughed: too undignified.

From what Inuyasha had heard, he had no idea why the hell ANYONE would ever want to be in a romantic relationship with his brother. Sesshoumaru demanded everything a person had, and he didn’t give a damn thing back. He sucked a person dry. No one with any sanity would want any part of that.

That’s what he’d thought, until that one godforsaken night. And then, he’d fucking understood. And that’s exactly why he’d gotten his hanyou ass the hell out of Dodge. Inuyasha had been so close to giving Sesshoumaru what he’d demanded. He’d wanted what Sesshoumaru had given him so fucking badly, he’d almost crawled to him, but some last speck of self-preservation had come up with a way to save himself. He’d gone to Father and spouted off about how his trust with Sesshoumaru had been too broken with the whole getting him in trouble thing, and that he wanted to try and find himself, and get independence, and a whole bunch of shit he hardly even remembered anymore.

The end result was getting shipped off to Uncle Myouga’s before Sesshoumaru even had a chance to say goodbye. Myouga ran a retreat for wealthy youkai up in the mountains on the other side of the country. Inuyasha thought it was a great job for the cowardly little kiss-ass, and it had been utterly perfect in keeping Sesshoumaru away, too. With so many VIP’s around, the security on that place was amazing. Nobody got in there without being invited. Even if Sesshoumaru had rustled up the money to get himself all the way over there, he’d have been turned away, if not outright killed, depending on which level of security stopped him.

Inuyasha had thought he’d feel great about having outsmarted the asshole, but the first few weeks there had been absolute hell. He hadn’t been away from Sesshoumaru, or his folks, for more than a few days in his entire life. He missed seeing them at breakfast. He missed seeing Sesshoumaru’s haughty little glares when Inuyasha teased him over cleaning the stables. He missed stealing Sesshoumaru’s dessert when he wasn’t looking, or hiding his prissy bottle of styling mousse, or even thinking of ways to get even with him for whatever stupid insult he’d dished out that day. And that first week, as he’d been miserable and lonely and aroused every damn night, he’d desperately missed how Sesshoumaru always seemed to know when he was having a totally shitty day and gave him just one, brief encouraging hug before they went to bed. He’d glare when he did it, and he’d always made some snide comment about Inuyasha and his whining, but he’d hugged him anyway.

If he hadn’t been so far away, Inuyasha thought he might have given up and gone back home that first weekend. The longer he’d stayed, though, the more he thought he’d done the right thing. He sucked at controlling his impulses. At night, when he’d wake up aching so badly he would have been happy to beg if Sesshoumaru would give him what he wanted, he couldn’t. He was too far away to do a damn thing about it, and every morning he was glad he’d been saved from his own weakness.

He’d been so glad that the country between them had kept him safe, he’d been stupid enough to think the distance would help him to get over whatever shit Sesshoumaru had done to mess him up in the head.

Until he’d been a few dates.

After five disastrous tries in a row, however, he’d given up. He couldn’t relax around so many strangers, even when it was just a pretty girl in a restaurant. He’d never quite been able to feel entirely comfortable at Myouga’s without his family. Even now, he still thought of Sesshoumaru every damn day. How he looked, how he smelled, how he talked, that rare little smile Sesshoumaru would give him when he listened to Inuyasha bitching, or even the scary way his eyes would flicker with red when he was exceptionally pissed. He still thought of him, and he still HAD to think of him if he wanted any sort of climax at all. Right now, he probably had the strongest right hand in the free world. He could make a living winning arm wrestling contests with that damn hand. And even worse, he still got the best orgasms of all when he fantasized about that one damn night. Thinking of Sesshoumaru had him hotter than hell.

No matter how old he was now, he wasn’t fucking safe. If Sesshoumaru touched him that way again….

He’d just have to make sure he didn’t. He didn’t think it would be too hard. He’d knew Sesshoumaru was completely infuriated that he hadn’t been able to finish fucking with Inuyasha, but it didn’t mean he’d come after him the same way this time. It wasn’t like the asshole actually lusted after him or anything. Sesshoumaru didn’t lust after anyone; he just looked for people to slake his ‘lusts’ in general, even if it was just lusting for his brother’s humiliation. The bastard just liked to play.

But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t carry a grudge from hell. No one stopped Sesshoumaru from getting what he wanted, whether it was the last frozen waffle or the utter subjugation of his brother.

And Inuyasha had not only stopped him once, he’d done it successfully for three years. Sesshoumaru was going to be have a bigger hissy fit than a cat in a sack. Inuyasha was sure Sesshoumaru had something nasty planned to completely and utterly fuck him over. Hell, he’d probably been planning it almost as soon as he realized he wouldn’t be able to get to Inuyasha. It made Inuyasha feel like he was walking on a path strewn with spike filled pits, except he couldn’t tell where they were. He just knew he was going to fall into one, sooner or later, no matter how careful he was.

He rubbed the heels of his hands over his eyes. He didn’t know why he’d thought staying away this long would help. Going along as though his 21st birthday somehow made him safe? Was he mental? Coming back here, seeing the look on Sesshoumaru’s face when he saw him – he didn’t think it would matter if he were 21 or 83. Sesshoumaru still made his belly tense with fear and longing and lust, and Sesshoumaru had more than enough brains to figure out a way to make his life hell.

At least he’d done his best to seem uninterested in his brother. He’d even let Kagome kiss him when he knew the bastard was watching. Nothing big, just a friendly little hello smack on the lips, but it hadn’t quite worked how he’d planned. Yeah, Sesshoumaru had been given the right impression to make him think that Inuyasha wouldn’t be lusting after him anymore, but now Inuyasha couldn’t stop wondering what it would have been like if Sesshoumaru had been the one to kiss him. He had to stop that. If Sesshoumaru had the slightest inkling that Inuyasha was still tormented by thoughts of him, he’d use that against him in a heartbeat. Inuyasha had to keep the bastard’s thoughts aimed somewhere else: humiliation, ass kicking, something! Anything would be better than something…sexual; he didn’t think he’d survive that. Sesshoumaru wouldn’t go all the way – Father would tear him a new asshole if he tried something like that in the house when they weren’t mated – but the bastard could sexually torment Inuyasha a hell of a lot without ever fucking him.

He swallowed, thinking of sex with his brother, and pounded his forehead with his palms a few times as his cock perked right up. So the-fuck what if it might be…fantastic. It would ruin him. He’d want it all the time. If just one measly little orgasm haunted him for three whole years, he wouldn’t ever get over an affair, especially not how Sesshoumaru had them. He’d be a fucking wreck. He’d never be able to look at Sesshoumaru again without wanting to kill him, or kill himself. And since Sesshoumaru was going to be taking over the ranch when Father retired that would mean that if he wanted to see Father or Mother, he’d have no choice BUT to see Sesshoumaru.

Life crapped on him plenty without that shit piled on top. He had to keep up the pretense, pretend he wasn’t horny just looking at the bastard, and then grit his teeth over whatever crap Sesshoumaru dished out. That’s all. Never let ‘em see you sweat; that was a good motto, and boy did it EVER apply to Sesshoumaru. He couldn’t know how Inuyasha felt.

With one last sigh, Inuyasha stood and stripped, dropping his clothes in a heap on the floor. He pulled back the covers, already missing the pile of pillows that were still in his room back at Myouga’s, and lay down. What he wouldn’t give to be able to pass out right away like Old Myouga did. It never happened that way for him. Always took him forever to fall asleep. With numerous sighs and grunts and grumbles, he tossed around for a while, counted cracks on the ceiling, jacked off once thinking Sesshoumaru, counted tack holes on the far wall, sat up and drank a little water, and finally felt himself begin to drift off. Just a couple more days, and then he’d find somewhere to go where he could avoid Sesshoumaru again. No matter how crappy a solution that seemed to be, it couldn’t be worse than living under his brother’s thumb while he waited for Sesshoumaru to throw him away.

It couldn’t possibly be worse than that.

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Sesshoumaru gave Inuyasha an hour after he heard him go into his room. If his brother hadn’t changed too much, he’d be failing to get to sleep, find something to count, bring himself to a climax, count something again, and get a drink of water from the bedside nightstand. He’d fallen asleep that way almost every night, before Sesshoumaru got his own room. Considering that Inuyasha had returned home with the same blue and red cup that he always kept filled by the side of his bed, Sesshoumaru felt that it wasn’t too optimistic to hope that his habits had remained.

If they hadn’t, he’d deal with it, but life would be much smoother if Inuyasha stuck to his patterns.

He crept out of his bed, grabbed a few supplies, and made his way down the hallway as silently as he could. It wouldn’t matter too much if Father heard him, but there was the slightest risk to it. Inuyasha had sometimes snuck over to his room after a nasty nightmare, or simply to talk and ruin Sesshoumaru’s sleep. Father was used to that sort of thing.

He shook his head as he unlocked Inuyasha’s door. They’d both had deadbolts installed years ago, but he couldn’t believe Inuyasha hadn’t thought to change the lock since he’d returned. Didn’t he realize Sesshoumaru would have a copy of the key made by now? He could hardly believe the idiot was still so naïve. Closing the door behind him on hinges he’d carefully oiled the day before, he stood perfectly still, letting his eyes adjust. Inuyasha’s breathing was deep, his hair a tangled mass covering his pillow as he lay on the bed totally, gloriously nude. An arm hung off the edge of the bed while the other lay limply over one smooth thigh. His legs were splayed apart on top of rumpled covers that he’d obviously kicked off. Sesshoumaru breathed in his scent, filling his lungs with it. Inuyasha was back. He was finally, finally back. He inhaled again and smiled, noticing the smell of sex in the air, the pearly seed covering Inuyasha’s stomach, and the half-filled glass by his bed.

Habits. Hard to break, but so easy to take advantage of. Coming closer, he stared down at his brother for a few silent minutes, noticing every change he’d missed over the last years: hair a little longer, shoulders a little wider, lips…a little fuller than he remembered. He’d never even tasted them, had he? He’d had plans but…

With a silent snarl, he picked up the glass and carried it over to the potted marigolds Mother had put by the windowsill for Inuyasha’s return. Dumping the water into the soil, he sniffed carefully. The bitter scent of the flowers was enough to hide the faint smell of the sleeping potion he’d dissolved in Inuyasha’s water earlier that evening. It didn’t have any flavor, but Father might have been able to detect the scent if he decided to be suspicious.

Carrying the glass back and setting down the one he’d brought with him, Sesshoumaru opened the other item he’d carried into the room: a half-empty bottle of whisky. He poured a bit into each glass before setting it on the small stand as well. He looked at Inuyasha again and stared at his own hands. A trick of the moonlight made them seem to shake as he reached for the bed. Inuyasha snorted softly in his sleep and Sesshoumaru froze, watching as Inuyasha’s hand hanging over the bedside pulled back and curled up around his cheek while he snuggled his face against it.

He’d forgotten just how beautiful his brother actually was. Adorable. Oblivious. Stupidly naïve.

Vulnerable.

He smiled ferally. The little brat would never see this coming.

He stripped off his clothing as quickly as he could, looking around the room before he picked up Inuyasha’s clothing as well and arranged both sets in a scattered pile at the foot of the bed. Looking at the pale semen Inuyasha hadn’t bothered to clean from his body, Sesshoumaru smiled again.

Everything was going his way tonight. Obviously, the fates wanted Sesshoumaru to have Inuyasha as much as he did himself. Sesshoumaru crawled onto the bed until he was over his brother, and then he lowered himself on top of him. His nipples slid against Inuyasha’s smooth chest. His cheek brushed Inuyasha’s as he buried his face in the heavy, silvered mass of hair there. His belly felt the soft press of Inuyasha’s member sliding against it with cool slickness, and his thighs clasped Inuyasha’s legs briefly as he reveled in the contact. He slid down, his aroused cock pressing between Inuyasha’s legs, and rolled his hips and belly until his stomach was coated with Inuyasha’s seed.

He pushed himself up onto his knees, panting. Inuyasha was almost his. Finally. His little brother wouldn’t be able to keep himself away ever again. He wouldn’t, couldn’t, leave after Sesshoumaru was finished with him. No more keeping himself from Sesshoumaru. No more fucking touching other people when he should know, should fucking KNOW, that only Sesshoumaru was allowed to touch him. The only lips allowed to suck on his white skin were his. The only tongue allowed to lick across his nipples were his. The only thing coming anywhere near his cock, or his ass, was Sesshoumaru and his body.

And Sesshoumaru wanted to fucking tear something apart when he thought of who might have had access to Inuyasha’s body while he was gone. It had nearly driven him insane whenever he’d thought of it, but Father had always somehow figured out when he’d had enough and planned to go get Inuyasha. He’d stopped him every damn time.

But Inuyasha was the one who’d left in the first place. It was HIS fault. How DARED he leave Sesshoumaru like he had? How could he walk away as though he had the right to?? He had to learn that he wasn’t allowed…

He wasn’t allowed to leave him.

Sesshoumaru growled as he looked down at Inuyasha’s body beneath him, grasping his own cock in his hand. He swore he was going to paddle Inuyasha until he released at least twice, and then he was going to take that heated, pink behind and thrust into it like he’d thought of doing every fucking day since Inuyasha had left.

If Inuyasha behaved, maybe he’d even get a spanking when he was coming, as well.

Sesshoumaru closed his eyes and saw the scene in his head, stroking himself. He inhaled, caught the fading scent of Inuyasha’s recent release, and that was all it took to bring himself to a short, quick climax. He tried to catch most of it in his hands, a small amount flowing over and onto Inuyasha’s thighs. He smiled, his eyes gleaming in the dark as he moved his coated hands over Inuyasha’s skin. He inserted one finger into Inuyasha’s mouth and drew it out slowly, letting his seed rub over Inuyasha’s lower lip until it glistened slightly. He moved his legs, nudging Inuyasha’s apart until he knelt between them rather then over, and rubbed his hands over Inuyasha’s balls. He pushed his brother’s legs apart even further and ran his fingers down the curve of his thighs and bottom and into his anus. He inserted the two fingers with the most fluids, one after the other, until he could see and smell his essence hovering around, and inside, Inuyasha’s body.

His nose wrinkled at the fact that he was going to have to sleep all night like this, but it couldn’t be helped. It had to look like they’d consummated this affair, or Father wouldn’t be outraged enough to insist on their mating. It might have been easier to just take Inuyasha while he was out cold and be done with it, but the risks weren’t worth it.

If his father objected over mating a minor without his permission, he might be able to find someone to undo the matting before Inuyasha turned 21. It was a pain in the ass, but it could still be done until his birthday. Sesshoumaru had to have Father’s approval. With that, no matter how much Inuyasha bitched, no matter what he did, Sesshoumaru had him. His brother, all to himself. He could practically taste how delicious it was going to be.

Feeling himself growing erect again, Sesshoumaru took an unsteady breath and reached over for the whiskey. His self-control was not as firm as he’d like after being denied for so long. He needed to finish this.

He poured a little whiskey on the bed near Inuyasha’s head, drizzled some on his cheek and just a drop or two on his lips. Then used a good swallow of it to take a sleeping pill of his own. He wanted to seem as dazed and drunk as Inuyasha when Father came in. He’d be less likely to be beaten that way, if he didn’t look like a hardened seducer. Lifting his legs until he lay between the wall and Inuyasha, he wrapped his arms around Inuyasha’s body and laid one leg over his hips. God, he’d missed that smell. He pulled him in closer. His brother was like a warm, living, sexy body-pillow.

And he was Sesshoumaru’s.

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Inuyasha mumbled and shifted onto his side at the distant pounding. The quiet metallic snick of the lock barely registered, but he grunted in distress as his curtains were pulled back and sunlight streamed down onto his face. A warm, strong hand pulled at his shoulder and rolled him over until he could bury his face into something dark and solid.

The fact that there was something dark and solid, with arms, in his bed, hit him at almost the same time his father’s outraged voice came from beside his head.

“Sesshoumaru, what the hell have you done?!”

Inuyasha gave an incoherent gurgle as he shoved away from the warmth next to him and sat up. He looked at his father at the foot of the bed, turned and looked at Sesshoumaru lying naked on the bed next to him, and then blinked and looked at both of them again.

“Wha- What’s goin’ on?” Sesshoumaru. Bed. Father. Sesshoumaru. Not a dream. Sesshoumaru! He shook his head, trying desperately to wake up and think of something more.

“I’m sorry, Father.” Sesshoumaru sat up, leaned against the wall, and ducked his head as Inuyasha gaped. He was talking! That meant he was real!

Sesshoumaru, and bed, and Father…

“How the hell did you get in here?? What happened? Why the hell are you in my BED??”

Father shook his head, glaring. “I can understand a little celebrating between the two of you now that Inuyasha’s back, but I don’t allow this kind of behavior in my house between unmated couples! You know that. I expected better of you at this age, Sesshoumaru. You’re the elder; Inuyasha will follow your example! ”

“I know, Father,” Sesshoumaru said quietly, and Inuyasha continued looking back and forth between them.

“B-behavior? What kind of behavior? What’s going on!? What -”

His father’s eyes narrowed. “And with your brother so drunk he can’t even remember what happened.” His father’s eyes went a little red as he stared at Sesshoumaru and Inuyasha felt his insides quiver. “Sesshoumaru, I am going to walk out this door, right now. I expect to see teeth marks on his neck by the time you two come down for breakfast. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, father.” Sesshoumaru murmured, not raising his eyes. Inuyasha looked down at him and back up at his father’s back as he headed towards the door to his room.

“But…where are you going? What are you TALKING about? I don’t – “

“Quiet, Inuyasha.” Sesshoumaru said, bringing up his hand to cover Inuyasha’s mouth.

The Inu no Taisho walked out of Inuyasha’s room, closing the door behind him. Inuyasha stared in bleary confusion at Sesshoumaru over the hand pressing against his lips. He tried to bolt as Sesshoumaru finally looked up and he saw the predatory leer on his face.

Sesshoumaru had him flipped and pinned underneath him on the bed just as he got his lungs to work again.

“Get off me, you jack ass! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”

Inuyasha squirmed and fought without success.

“What did you do? What the fuck did you tell Father?! If you don’t let go right now, I-I’m going to fucking kill you! ”

“Well, you really are growing up. Last time I saw you, you were using Father to try and threaten me.”

Inuyasha felt Sesshoumaru’s groin press against his ass and he froze as he realized Sesshoumaru was as naked as he was.

“What did you DO to me?” he whispered, his voice failing him. What happened? He’d just gone to bed, that was all! He knew he hadn’t done anything after…had he?

He felt Sesshoumaru’s body shrug while he began to wind something around Inuyasha’s wrists. “Drugged your water. We haven’t played yet, don’t worry.”

“You’re a fucking liar! Why am I naked if that’s all you did, fucker?”

Sesshoumaru leaned down until Inuyasha could feel his entire body against the back of his own. “Your naked because that’s not what I wanted Father to think we did, whelp.”

“Father wouldn’t… Oh shit.” Almost everything their father said suddenly made sense and Inuyasha moaned in his throat. “What the fuck is WRONG with you? Why the hell would you want to make him think that we, that you – what, you just had to fucking humiliate me one last time, huh? Just because I fucking left!”

“One last time? You weren’t listening very well, were you?” Sesshoumaru licked the tip of his ear and Inuyasha laid them both flat, growling underneath him. “He thinks I took you, in this room, under his roof. He doesn’t want us leaving here until ‘I’ make things right.”

Inuyasha shook his head violently. Sesshoumaru was making it up. Father hadn’t really said…he couldn’t have meant it like that!

Sesshoumaru hummed in his throat as he pushed his hips down against Inuyasha. “He left us here so that I could take you again.”

“That’s a fucking lie!”

“He wants me to take you again, and this time, he’s expecting to see a mating bite by the time we’re through.”

“You said we didn’t do anything, you bastard! W-we can’t do anything again if we never did it in the first place!” Inuyasha thought he might be hyperventilating. What was Sesshoumaru saying? What the hell was he even thinking?! This didn’t make any sense! Sesshoumaru wasn’t ever going to take a fucking mate; he’d even said as much to Inuyasha once!

“We didn’t.”

“Then why the hell didn’t you say anything! He’s gonna fucking disown the both of us if we don’t do what he wants on something like this, you know that! Fucking crap, do you hate me so much you’re willing to just walk away from the family like that!?”

“Who said I wasn’t willing to do what he wants?” Sesshoumaru licked the tip of his ear again as Inuyasha lay still, forcing his brain to work with a great deal of effort. Sesshoumaru didn’t mean it. Inuyasha knew he didn’t mean it. Sesshoumaru wouldn’t keep him around for that long. He’d throw him away. He wouldn’t want him for that long.

“Are you f-freaking psycho? We’d be stuck with each other for the rest of our damn lives!”

“Yes, we would.” Inuyasha drew in huge breaths of air as he panicked. This wasn’t possible. Sesshoumaru didn’t work that way. He didn’t DO forever. Why was he saying shit like this?

“Quit fucking with me!”

“I’m afraid you have the order wrong. Spanking you will have to come first, and then fucking,” Sesshoumaru said slowly.

Inuyasha snarled to himself. The spanking, that’s what it was. He was still so pissed about the spanking thing that he was going to do it again. Maybe he’d scare him, humiliate him. .and then he’d go down to father before he was actually stuck with Inuyasha and tell him the truth. Bastard. Fucking Bastard.

“Don’t worry, Inuyasha. I’m sure you’ll get used to having a perpetually red bottom after the first century or so.”

Inuyasha flushed, feeling it prickling his skin all the way down to his toes. Stupid moron, he knew it was trick. Knew he didn’t mean it; and his stupid prick was still filling with blood at the idea and it pissed him off.

Sesshoumaru got off of his body suddenly, sitting on the edge of the bed with his feet on the floor, and Inuyasha failed at rolling away in time to avoid being yanked face down over his lap. He growled, yanking at his arms, hoping the ties binding them behind his back would give out.

“This seems familiar, doesn’t it?” Sesshoumaru growled, and Inuyasha yelped loudly as the bastard brought his hand smacking down on his bottom without warning. “Stings, does it?”

Inuyasha didn’t answer as he kicked with his legs in the hopes he’d come into contact with some part of Sesshoumaru’s body. He wasn’t aroused. He wasn’t, he – “Owwww!” It was sharp and sudden and stinging and his cock pressed against Sesshoumaru’s leg as though it had just been licked.

No!

Another slap against his bottom and he bit back a moan. God, he’d worked so hard to forget what it felt like. It was like a coating of lust was being slapped onto his ass!

Slap.

He writhed and tried to ignore both the sting and the reaction his body had to it.

Sesshoumaru seemed to guess his intent and he suddenly paddled him forcefully five times in a row. “Owwww! For fuck’s sake, stop!”

Slap, slap, slap.

“Sesshoumaru, fuck! Dammit, stop! It hurts!” And his fucking cock loved it and that was the damn problem!

“You left.” Sesshoumaru snarled and slapped his buttocks again. “You left ME!”

Slap.

“Of course I f-fucking left! Ow!” Inuyasha wished Sesshoumaru would freaking stop and dammit to hell, why was he spanking him naked! Inuyasha could feel the smooth skin of Sesshoumaru’s bare thighs underneath his belly and just barely shifting against his cock with every smack to his backside and it felt too good to be born.

Sesshoumaru snarled again and stopped spanking him a moment to dig his claws into the sensitive flesh of his ass. “You had no right, Inuyasha. You know as well as I do that you were mine after that night!”

A quivering shudder racked Inuyasha and he shook his head back and forth violently, his hair brushing the carpet as he vigorously denied Sesshoumaru’s assertion.

“You j-just spanked me and you know it! Just because you could freaking bully your little brother doesn’t mean you own jack!”

Sesshoumaru’s hand gentled against Inuyasha’s ass. His nails grazed over his bottom in a way that stung the hypersensitive flesh and tickled at the same time. And Inuyasha’s damn dick liked it almost as much as the spanking.

His voice was vicious by contrast. “That was not bullying. I put a mark on you that night as deep as if I’d bitten you. And you still left. Never again, Inuyasha. There’s no way you’ll be able to deny me again.”

He leaned forward to blow against Inuyasha’s back as he brought his hand down hard on his ass. “You’ll never get away after this morning, brother.”

“There’s nothing you can do to keep me here, you ass!” Inuyasha snarled helplessly, writhing as Sesshoumaru snarled back and slapped his ass repeatedly, punctuating each erotically charged hit with snarls and growls.

###
“You. Will. Not. Leave. Me.” Sesshoumaru was breathing hard, his hand aching, and still Inuyasha wouldn’t give in! He was still so damn defiant. “You’re mine, Inuyasha!” He still though he could get away from Sesshoumaru and…

Sesshoumaru growled and pulled him off his lap. Dropping to his knees on the floor, Sesshoumaru shoved Inuyasha face forward over the edge of the bed. His brother grunted, too shocked to fight for a moment before he tried to get up onto his knees. Sesshoumaru shoved at his back until Inuyasha’s head and chest hit the mattress. His rosy little ass was sticking out in the air as he squirmed and Sesshoumaru could see him trying to kick out with his feet or get enough leverage to push himself up.

Sesshoumaru used his free hand to shove one of Inuyasha’s thighs to the side until he knelt between them on the floor. He pushed himself up on his knees and shoved his erection against Inuyasha’s backside. Inuyasha practically squeaked in shock and after unsuccessfully attempting to move to the side to avoid the feeling, he pushed with his legs to get his ass high enough to be out of reach. Head trapped on the bed as Sesshoumaru tightened his grip to include Inuyasha’s hair, Inuyasha’s back was arched tautly as he held his bottom up high. His legs strained as he tried to push his body farther away, higher than he obviously thought Sesshoumaru’s cock could reach.

Sesshoumaru smiled sincerely for the first time since Inuyasha had come back. If his brother thought putting that hot, red ass up high was going to save him, he was desperately inexperienced. Still. Even though he’d been on his own, he still didn’t know enough to understand what Sesshoumaru could do to him…

Something sharp split apart inside his chest and Sesshoumaru had to take a moment to breathe. He didn’t loosen his grip holding Inuyasha’s shoulders down on the bed, but he did let his arm soften and rested his bicep against the side of Inuyasha’s hip.

He looked at the cheeks that were spread and quivering right in front of his face. The soft round globes were so paddled they were radiating heat, and Sesshoumaru blew softly, chuckling as he saw the muscles guarding his brother’s entrance clench. His brother froze, quivering, his sweet erection tense and heavy underneath that cute, perfect set of cheeks.

He waited until Inuyasha finally decided to relax them again, wavering between lowering his bottom into cock range or keeping it up high, and then he blew again. Inuyasha’s body tightened up again. If a bottom could look confused and worried, Inuyasha’s would have. It shook. It clenched and relaxed and shifted in irregular patterns as he tried to figure out what to do to get away from Sesshoumaru.

Sesshoumaru found it interesting that he hadn’t said a word since he’d been tossed onto the bed. Soft moans and muffled gasps, but not one actual word. His scent was nervous and aroused and shocked; he didn’t seem to have a clue what Sesshoumaru was about to do.

He couldn’t have done this with anyone else and still stay this confused.

Sesshoumaru felt like giving him a reward.

He leaned forward, using his arm around Inuyasha’s side and over his back to keep him secured, and bit gently as the bottom edge of one red cheek, smiling as Inuyasha gasped loudly and pushed with his legs. Sesshoumaru let him push himself away from him just slightly, enough to have him pushed further over the bed, his toes just keeping him up high as Sesshoumaru pressed his shoulders back down again. And then Sesshoumaru followed. He moved his mouth closed to the inviting little hole that was screwing itself up tightly to avoid him.

How sweet.

Sesshoumaru’s tongue snaked out and he tickled the little collection of nerves and skin, humming against it as he heard Inuyasha let out a small, breathy scream.

“What are you doing?” Inuyasha’s voice was high pitched and almost panicked. Another good sign: he seemed as shocked by this sort of attention as he had when Sesshoumaru had touched him there the first time he’d spanked him. Sesshoumaru hummed against him again to show his approval. He wasn’t sure if Inuyasha had kept himself pure, but he wasn’t experienced.

Drawing his mouth away, he licked his lips. “I’m licking you, little brother. I’m sure you’ve had tongues upon your skin before…”

###

“No I fucking haven’t!” Inuyasha blurted out desperately as he felt Sesshoumaru coming towards his ass again. God, it felt – fuck. “Aaaah! G-get away from my ass!”

Sesshoumaru chuckled again. “No. It’s mine as much as you are, and I plan to enjoy it.” He licked Inuyasha’s hole and Inuyasha moaned and tried to move away. He couldn’t even lower his ass anymore to get away! He’d pushed too far forward over the damn bed! He had to move back before he could lower himself, and that would plant his ass right on top of Sesshoumaru’s perverted face.

“Calm down, little brat. You’ll only be screaming about this in the best possible way. Trust me.”

Inuyasha moaned loudly as Sesshoumaru stuck his tongue over his hole again. He bit his lip when he felt Sesshoumaru poke his tongue in so hard that he thought it was going to actually go inside of him. His brother’s tongue began to carefully run itself back and forth, pushing in and licking back out, and he couldn’t believe how it felt. He could feel every little ripple of the tongue against his skin. Hot and wet and going inside of him! It was going inside of him; he wasn’t imagining it!

He couldn’t stop his muscles trying to squeeze closed as they felt something strong and mobile entering his body, and then they convulsed as soon as it retreated. Sesshoumaru began to slide his tongue in just enough to push through the small ring of muscle before dragging it back out, and Inuyasha’s bottom clenched in response every time. The only thing his body cared about was the rhythm that was spreading into his entire body. In and out, clenching shut and pulling at his balls. In and out, his entrance closing with a shivering grip that opened wide to the next thrust. In and out, tight and tighter, hot and hotter until his cock was quivering and his legs shaking with fatigue from trying to hold himself away from Sesshoumaru’s wicked, penetrating tongue.

“Oh please oh please oh please oh please oh please oh please…”

Sesshoumaru pressed his face in close, his cheeks sliding painfully against the still sensitive curves of Inuyasha’s bottom as he thrust his tongue in deep and Inuyasha wailed. His legs gave out. His hips fell back against Sesshoumaru’s face and slid down suddenly as Sesshoumaru released his hold on Inuyasha’s back and moved away just enough to let him slump to the ground.

Panting hoarsely, quivering, Inuyasha’s knelt on the floor, his bottom resting on his heels. His arms were pulled back tightly against his curved back as he rested his face on the edge of the bed.

“I can’t. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.” Inuyasha moaned under his breath. His body burned. His cock throbbed. His bottom was on fire, Some deep part of him desperately wanted to feel something come inside and press against him, to make his muscles grip penetrating heat. He wanted to come, and he wanted to die, because it was over. Sesshoumaru was stopping. It was over now, and he just wanted to get away and go away and never come back. It was too cruel. Even for Sesshoumaru, it was too cruel. He wanted to die.

Claws sliced through the cord binding his arms and he let them fall to the ground. He pressed his face into the bed, waiting for Sesshoumaru’s last remarks as he gloated and preened and left him.

“Lift up your bottom.”

Inuyasha ignored him until Sesshoumaru slapped his ass sharply.

“I said lift up your bottom, Inuyasha. We’re not done yet.”

Inuyasha reached up to grasp the mattress and turned his head. He looked at him, utterly shocked. “I – You’re not leaving?”

Sesshoumaru’s eyes narrowed and he growled, grabbing Inuyasha’s hips in both hands and pulling them up until Inuyasha’s ass was almost level with the bed. “Don’t try my patience, Inuyasha. You aren’t getting out of this. I’m not leaving here until you are damn well mine!”

Inuyasha registered Sesshoumaru’s cock as it press in between his cheeks, but he still looked back over his shoulder, disbelieving. “You – but you can’t get rid of me this way!”

Sesshoumaru growled, pushing forward, making Inuyasha whine and gasp as he began to push inside. Inuyasha tried to focus on him, to figure out what was really happening, but he couldn’t stop himself from arching up as the tip of Sesshoumaru’s cock breached his body. His eyes stared at the ceiling, gasping hoarsely. He could feel it burning, his body stretching around it until his brother was suddenly inside and Inuyasha’s muscles clenched again behind the rounded head. It was hot, and hard, and wide; it was too big! His body wanted to close around the foreign, invasive feel of it, but instead his muscles trembled, fluttering around Sesshoumaru’s shaft in small pulses as his brother penetrated him a little at a time.

“Mine, Inuyasha.” Sesshoumaru said, panting almost as rapidly as Inuyasha. “You aren’t going to toss me aside ever again!” He thrust all the way inside as he yelled.

“Aaaaaah!” Inuyasha shuddered, his hips rocking back and forth within Sesshoumaru’s hands as he tried to make the pain and the pleasure settle instead of twisting up into indecipherable knots in his belly. He pressed his forehead against the side bed frame, hanging onto it with his claws. Sesshoumaru pulled out slowly and thrust in again, pushing him forward.

“You can’t either,” Inuyasha moaned as Sesshoumaru thrust into him again and had his body singing when his brother’s cock hit something hidden and sweet. “You can’t toss me aside either!” Sesshoumaru thrust again. “You’re mine too, dammit! You fucking bastard, you’re mine too!”

Sesshoumaru’s body stopped, buried to the hilt inside of Inuyasha. Inuyasha sobbed once as Sesshoumaru leaned forward until his chest draped over Inuyasha’s back. It still hurt. He’d never felt anything so amazing and consuming as Sesshoumaru’s body inside of his, but it hurt. Sesshoumaru would still leave him. He never let anyone claim him; he never gave himself to anyone. He just took. It felt so fucking good, but it hurt…

“I’m yours too.” Sesshoumaru whispered, and Inuyasha’s body convulsed as teeth bit deeply into his shoulder. Sesshoumaru’s arm wrapped around Inuyasha’s waist and held on as he began to pump with his hips. Inuyasha’s ass was pushed forward roughly with each thrust and he cried out. Every time he was entered, his cock got harder. His balls were so taut they were going to split apart. His ass stung and everything burned and twisted together tighter and harder and faster until he couldn’t separate one sense from another.

“F-fuck!” Sesshoumaru’s hand shifted down a few inches and grasped Inuyasha’s desperate erection as his hips began to snap violently against Inuyasha’s body. Inuyasha came, pumping his hips into his brother’s hand as Sesshoumaru thrust into him until they were both spent and quivering with exhaustion

Heavy breathing was the only sound as Sesshoumaru released his grip on Inuyasha’s shoulder and licked the dribble of blood that ran from the wound. Sesshoumaru wrapped both his arms around Inuyasha’s waist, gently rubbing his sides and waist as he growled gently against his back.

“You’re mine, now. It’s official.”

Inuyasha took a shuddering breath before he spoke, wallowing in Sesshoumaru’s heat against his back and inside. He thought his knees might collapse soon. “That means…you can’t leave me now, either.”

Sesshoumaru’s growl grew less gentle. “You’re an idiot. You’re the one who left.”

Inuyasha yelped and then growled back as Sesshoumaru moved one hand back to slap his backside in punctuation. “What, I should have just let you use me up? Fucker. It’s okay for you to ditch my ass when you were all done with me, but I’m not allowed to leave!?”

Sesshoumaru was very still for a long moment before he nuzzled the back of Inuyasha’s neck. “Mates don’t leave each other,” he said quietly.

“But you were going to, weren’t you?” Inuyasha asked. “When you were done with me. Weren’t you?” He tried to turn and Sesshoumaru held him still. He was silent for another minute.

“I don’t know,” Sesshoumaru finally admitted. “But I’m not letting you get rid of me this time.”

He slapped Inuyasha’s bottom again, earning another annoyed yelp. “And you still have three years to pay for, Inuyasha.”

He pulled out from Inuyasha’s warmth and Inuyasha flopped awkwardly on his side to glare at him. “I’m not paying for something you’re the cause of, asshole! If you weren’t such a jerk, then I never would have – Ow!”

Inuyasha rolled quickly onto his back to protect his ass and flushed when Sesshoumaru moved until he was on top of him, his arms braced on either side of his head. His brother smiled happily, and Inuyasha stared. He hadn’t seen a look like that on Sesshoumaru’s face in such a long time…

“Three years, Inuyasha. I’d make sure you get those pillows back from Myouga’s soon. You’ll be needing something to sit on for the next few weeks.”

“Weeks?! You’re crazy if you think I’ll let you…mmmmph.” Sesshoumaru leaned down and kissed him.

Inuyasha forgot what he was about to say.


###

Izayoi leaned against her husband on the loveseat in the living room. He was lounging contentedly, glancing up at the ceiling periodically with an amused smile.

“You might have been wrong, you know,” she chided.

“Not about something like this, “ the Inu no Taisho insisted. “Sending Inuyasha off to Myouga’s finally got Sesshoumaru so worked up, there was no way he was going to let the poor boy get away again. Finally figured out what he stood to lose. Best damn thing we could have done for them both.”

“They were so upset, though.”

He chuckled. “A few years of unrequited lust and nail biting never hurt anyone. It just got Sesshoumaru’s creative juices flowing a little more quickly once he found out I was bringing Inuyasha home.” He laughed out loud. “I can’t believe how much trouble he went to in order to set that up. As though I couldn’t tell whether my baby had been relieved of his virginity yet.”

Izayoi flushed slightly. “I still can’t believe you’re encouraging them to be intimate so blatantly.”

“They need each other,” Inu no Taisho said softly. “Hell, you remember how they were when they were kids.”

Izayoi giggled. “The look on your face when you found out Sesshoumaru had smuggled his baby brother into Kindergarten! It was priceless!”

“Thank God for home schooling, that’s all I can say,” he muttered. “At least it’s over and done with. I’m sure they’re mated by now.”

“Do you think it’ll be enough?”

“Enough to keep those two hard heads together so they can work it out whenever they start fighting, at least.”

“Sort of like us, hmmm?”

“Just a little.” Inu no Taisho said, reaching his arm around her shoulders. “I have never been hard headed, however. They get it all from the step-mother.”

Izayoi just chuckled and poked him in the stomach. “Maybe, but their inner brat is pure Inu no Taisho.”

He just smiled and glanced up at the ceiling again.

The End