You have brought this upon yourself

Sesshomaru didn’t answer, twirling the large needle in his left hand and tweaking a pink nipple with his right. The hanyou winced, trying to pull from the youkai prince’s grip and only managed to upset his already aching arms, shoulders screaming in protest. He bit his lip to hold in the cry, missing the sight of his brother jabbing the needle through his nipple.



“GYAHHHHHH!” Anguish colored his vision and created star bursts; stomach churning as it threatened to empty what little contents it had. His body wrenched and jostled the tortured muscles and doubled the pain. His older brother threaded a silver loop through the hole before leaning down and lapping up the blood that trickled from the rapidly healing wound.



He seized the recently cropped hair, dragging his brother’s mouth close and plunged in the blood-laden tongue. Inuyasha gave a muffled cry; head twisting as the stronger man changed the angle of attack, using his jaw to make certain that the younger man couldn’t shut him out.



“MMMPH! NNNMPH!”



Sesshomaru pulled back and stared down at the tear-stained face in his clutches. It looked…alluring. They just gazed at one another, gasping for breath as Inuyasha shivered against him in mute defiance.



“Sango.”



“Vengeance because Miroku couldn’t keep his dick in his hakama.” He hissed between his teeth, face twisted in fury. What was he saying? Why was he saying it? He knew what the outcome would be! Stupid hanyou! If only...what? What would make him stop acting like a bitch striving for attention? He'd dug himself so deep at this point he couldn't see daylight.



The sensitive nub pulsed in time with his heart; bring a new wave of discomfort to wash through him at each thud. Physical disfiguration was nothing. Wounds healed and if scars were left behind, so be it. They could be covered, masked. Stories fabricated to explain how they came to be.



The taller youkai actually sneered, piercing the other nipple roughly and twisting the needle to pull more baying cries from the strong lungs. Sesshomaru left the needle in the injured nipple, bending it to keep it in. He wrapped the newly woven hair rope around the base of the half erect cock, circled it around the scrotum, and divided the balls. He rose holding the two loss ends of the rope, draping them over the man’s shoulders as the bellowing dwindling off into soft simpering.



“Who else?” Sasshomaru asked as he circled to Inuyasha’s back. The kneeling man didn’t answer, his face tense with strain. The punisher tugged the ends of the rope, squeezing the genitals till the victim screamed. He didn’t repeat the question. The younger man knew the rules. He gave slack to the silky rope, listening to the harsh breathing and whimpers.



“You…should…ask…who I…DIDN'T…fuck, DIPSHIT.” Inuyasha spat, turning his head just enough to deliver a glare. The youkai prince kicked the bare space between the shoulder blades, forcing the young hanyou to fall face first into the futon.



“GAHHH!” The pierced nipples bleed again as they rubbed into the futon and Inuyasha let the tears spring into his eyes. He leaned over his captive, twisting his fingers into the short locks and yanking the head up.



“II-TE-TE!” The bound man cried out in pain, which transformed quickly into confusion as two deft fingers shoved into the open mouth and snatched the long tongue. The tall man stretched it out, despite his young brother’s struggles, lashing it tightly between two chopsticks tied together at each end.



“That…is enough of that.” Sesshomaru whispered in the silky ears before biting into the tender appendages and earning a hoarse yell for his efforts. “That tongue and randy penis of yours has gotten you into trouble, little brother.”



Sesshomaru reached up and tugged down the ropes suspended from the rafters. He threaded one rope through the metal rings on the arm restraints. A pair of coarse ropes circled the abs and shoulders. The hanyou’s braid was attached to another and the last set was attached to the leg bindings. The elder brother heaved the free ends, forcing the tussled body into the air.



The folded legs were splayed uncomfortably to the side unless the hanyou made effort to keep them together, so it was like he was kneeling in the air. The arms nearly wrenched from their sockets, head jerked back, and rope burns spreading over the delicate skin of his shoulders and abs. He hauled the body to his waist level easily, enjoying the chocked protests.



If he only knew how nice I could be. Sesshomaru thought mournfully. I would treat him as an equal in bed, at least. Maybe he could be a house hanyou.



....



What the hell am I thinking? He shook the increasingly disturbing turn of thoughts and turned his attention back to his younger brother.



He felt like a puppet master as he tied off the ends, walking around his new toy. The ears were flat against the hanyou’s skull, almost hidden among the unruly spikes. His eyes were squeezed shut, captured tongue twitching weakly as drool dribbled down his chin. The candlelight caught the wet sheen along the skin, giving it a surreal, ruddy orange glow. Rivulets of the sweat dripped despite the cold, chest striving to bring in enough air for the laboring breaths.



His brother’s aroma clogged the atmosphere, heavy and tangy. The hurt, blood, insolence, tears, sweat, spit, and that special musk that was all Inuyasha spiced the air. It made the youkai prince wonder what scent would be created if they mixed the personal smells together. Just musing made his balls tighten in desire. His odor smeared all over that defenseless, defiant body; marked as his. He hadn’t experimented enough the first time.



“I am beginning to suspect that you like being punished. Why do you not just admit it to yourself? Why else would you provoke me?” He dragged his claws down the cheeks slowly, watching his brother wince. “Of course, I could smell a lie on you and that would anger me more. Maybe you warrant a reward for your foresight.”



Inuyasha shifted slightly, his body beginning to ache from holding its place. His thighs were starting to burn from squeezing them together. His scalp stung, tongue throbbing around the flexible sticks and trying to dry out regardless of the humid breath passing over the swelling organ. The pierced nipples stung as his bruised body tried to heal them as fast as possible. His genitals responded to the rough treatment in the opposite fashion that the hanyou wanted, hardening and flexing even bound.



“Shhh-uck it!”



This is all wrong. What the hell is wrong with me? I’m such a fucken’ freak…There is no way I should enjoy this at all! With my dickwad brother of all people! I’m just as demented as him! Inuyasha watched his brother let the hakama hang open and reveal his seeping erect cock. Leaking gold eyes locked on the thick member regardless of the refusals that chased around his mind.



“There goes that tongue of yours. Running away and getting you in trouble again. Do not worry. I will give you the gift for your honesty before I discipline. Is your mouth dry?” Sesshomaru murmured darkly, canines flashing in a grin. He smeared the coating of pre-cum from his cock over the imprisoned organ. The tongue twitched under the treatment and the older brother sighed with pleasure. He reached over and tightened the pale, smooth hair-rope again, constricting the bound man’s cock and balls till he whimpered, gold eyes closing to hide the flicker of pleasure.



It wasn’t lost to the older brother and he contemplated the reaction as he stepped away and rounded to the ass that hung so tempting in the air.



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C-loke - I feel sorry for Inuyasha, too. Of course, he just needs to stop being a jackass and Sesshomaru needs to stop jumping to conclusions. For as smart as that demon is, he lets himself get led around like a dog on a leash where his pride is concerned. As for the ending...we'll see where the boys take me.