Osuwari, Little Brother

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

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

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

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Inuyasha had briefly entertained the hope that he would get his own bed, but he was wrong. Sesshomaru removed his simple kimono and stood waiting for him to turn back the covers. Sighing, the hanyou stripped and did as expected, again resolving to escape somehow tomorrow. Nervously he slid into the crisp bed covers and turned his back to his brother, curling up and trying to hover on the very edge of the futon.

Sesshomaru lay awake as he had the night before. He was beginning to think he should not have captured Inuyasha after all. He was utterly confused; they both were. They did not know each other very well, and were constantly surprising each other with their actions. The youkai was frustrated in his attempts to abase the hanyou, because he was actually too good at reducing the stubborn yet vulnerable boy to a fearful puppy. It was ridiculous. The boy was a damn conundrum!

Then it hit him. The answer and the key lay in one act. The very act Inuyasha feared and desired most from his brother. But how and when to do it?

The youkai turned his head to peer at Inuyasha quietly. The hanyou was so tense his body was shivering, and Sesshomaru hated it. He blinked in shock at just how angry and disgusted he was with himself, because he had caused the boys inner turmoil. Yet his pride refused to let him back down from his course of punishing his brother for his interference in Sesshomaru’s life.

He was landless, scorned for his father’s weaknesses, so apparent in the very existence of his little sibling; Sesshomaru would have to fight much harder to keep his ancestral lands because of the hanyou.

He had been weaponless, burdened with a sword that could not, would not kill, while the hanyou had always carried the Fang with him, thwarting his search for it so he could claim the empire.

He was maimed, because both of the previous facts should have warned him he was underestimating his little brother.

So many reasons to hate. So many reasons to desire revenge. But for now, he did not want revenge. For now, he wanted…

Sesshomaru slithered over to Inuyasha and pulled the boy onto his back, startling the hanyou and making him gasp in shock.

“Sesshomaru, you can’t do this, I don’t…” the youkai’s hand pressed to his lips, stopping his protest momentarily.

“I did not ask for permission, did I Little Brother.” He said quietly. The hanyou swallowed heavily, his lips retreating from the fingers as he bit them to stop himself from begging uselessly. However he was surprised when Sesshomaru did not move for a long time, his eyes moving all over Inuyasha’s body instead. The hanyou watched his eyes moving, felt the golden gaze on his flesh and realized he was not really afraid at all. He was utterly embarrassed, and he was a hint scared, but not as much as he should be… or felt he should be.

Inuyasha’s mother’s people had taught him to be ashamed of his body, mainly out of spite. Human society was not nearly as shy about the body as Izayoi’s family had taught Inuyasha to be. He was told to hide himself, to be wary of contact, to think that anyone who wanted to touch him was a rapist. It was just another way to torment and humiliate the little hanyou they did not want in their castle; besides, who would want to touch him anyway? He was anathema, a pariah and undesirable. He might even embody bad luck…

So now he was lying beside his brother as that brother looked at him with admiration and want reflected in his golden eyes, and he did not know what to do, how to feel. He was cold at the thought that Sesshomaru wanted to have sex with him. His belly shivered with worry about it; would it hurt? He had heard that when a male’s body was penetrated, he was hurt, torn, bled from his orifice. He swallowed heavily as the idea of such a humiliation, and the pain that must accompany it made his blood cold.

‘Why am I not fighting? I can’t just lay here and just let him… do that to me!’ The hanyou asked himself. He knew why though. The damn charmed rosary would just force his body still, or move it as his brother wanted it to be. Still that was no reason to not leap up and make Sesshomaru have to fight him for what he wanted! Inuyasha took a deep breath, his muscles bunching to rise and flee, and force Sesshomaru to order him back, when something soft slid over his right shoulder, and warm breath drifted over his cheek. His eyes widened as Sesshomaru leaned over his face and kissed him on the mouth.

Inuyasha’s lips tingled, and his cheeks flushed so fast and hot he felt dizzy. Sesshomaru’s lips were soft and silky, gentle as he pulled back and brushed his lips across Inuyasha’s stiff mouth before putting more pressure on him. The youkai’s lips parted, his warm breath drifting over Inuyasha’s cheeks and chin as he licked the seam of the hanyou’s lips. Inuyasha gasped at this, and instantly Sesshomaru’s tongue moved lazily into his mouth, nudging his flat front teeth before sweeping over a fang, his lips sealing their mouths together, and Inuyasha forgot to be tense, or to breathe. A shiver of sensation washed over him, making his skin tighten and his breath catch. His heart was thudding in his chest so hard his whole body shook in time with it, and his left hand curled to his chest as if to keep his heart from bursting out of him.

Sesshomaru had forgotten why he was kissing his brother; he was just basking in the waves of warmth that shivered through him from the contact, the kiss that wanted to deepen until he had sucked the hanyou whole into his mouth. The boy’s lips were soft and his tongue was sweet and welcoming. The youkai pulled back a hint to gasp some air and was surprised when Inuyasha made a soft sound of negation and lifted his head, keeping their lips together. Sesshomaru’s hand pressed into the hanyou’s belly and then slid down and down, skimming the white fluff on his groin and blatantly stroking the hanyou’s shaft as his tongue obediently explored the hanyou’s mouth once more.

Inuyasha’s mind was in a haze. He didn’t want these hot kisses to end, ever. He was dizzy from lack of air, until Sesshomaru’s hand on his member caused him to gasp against those silky lips in shock. His right hand grabbed Sesshomaru’s wrist in an attempt to stop the touch, but the youkai‘s fingers slid further down, cupping his balls and kneading them, which made the hanyou’s limbs weak. He had never even imagined that being touched there would feel good at all, and certainly not like this. His skin shivered in delight, and the warm tingling in his chest and stomach grew stronger yet. The hanyou’s legs shifted wider as he arched his head back a little, his mouth opening wider for Sesshomaru’s kisses.

The youkai made a soft pleased sound in his throat as he caressed the boy’s body. His skin was as soft as Sesshomaru’s was, and apparently he was almost as sensitive, shivering and sighing at every touch. Even though his hand remained on the youkai’s wrist, he was not even trying to stop the hand that was moving all over his shaft and testicles. Sesshomaru moved his hand to encircle the stirring shaft, stroking him with a tight grip. Inuyasha moaned and took a shuddering breath, his hips moving upwards ever so slightly as Sesshomaru moved his hand over the sensitive, virginal flesh that so hungered for his touch. The youkai kept the hanyou breathless with his kisses, his tongue dipping into his brother’s mouth or pulling his tongue back into his own and sucking it with a rhythm that matched his hands strokes.

Inuyasha was utterly lost, he did not know where he was, he felt nothing but the hand on his hardening shaft and the lips on his mouth. Sesshomaru would pull back for air, and both would gasp as his hand moved faster, tightening on the now engorged member as it jutted up from its nest of white hair. The youkai glanced down at it and flushed with lust; yes it was as pretty and pale and perfect as he remembered it was from this morning. However, he had to hold back, this was to be for Inuyasha, and he could find his own satisfaction later. He looked back into the hanyou’s face and actually groaned at the sight of his flushed skin and tightly closed eyes, lips parted wetly as he gasped for air. Even as the youkai watched, his little pink tongue darted out and swept over his lips, gathering his siblings taste and scent off his mouth.

Sesshomaru was on fire with need, but he was not about to give into the hanyou’s immense appeal; he was still Sesshomaru, Lord of the Western Lands and he was not a base being who lived for his body’s pleasure. His body served him, not the other way around. He leaned down once more and brushed his lips feather light over Inuyasha’s, enjoying the shiver of sensation, the wave that pulled every hair on his body, every inch of skin rippling with pleasure, all from a kiss that was almost chaste. Unimaginable pleasure awaited him, he was certain, when he finally took the boy… and he would take him, soon. Inuyasha wanted it, he could smell it on that golden skin; he could hear it with every gasping breath. Denying himself now was an investment in the future, and he would gladly wait for it to ripen. Inuyasha’s hips snapped up suddenly, seeking more pressure and speed from Sesshomaru’s hand on him. The hand wrapped around the youkai’s wrist now slid down and encircled the long clawed fingers on his shaft, and he whimpered helplessly. Sesshomaru purred in his throat and pulled back, his lips brushing Inuyasha’s as he spoke.

“You like it, do you not, Little Brother?” Inuyasha moaned and blushed darker, his ears flattening, but his hips still danced and his hand still tugged Sesshomaru’s. The youkai did not let his hand slow, though he should stop for the impertinence of Inuyasha’s silent command to move faster and or harder. Yet the boys obvious, unashamed enjoyment was infectious, and he did want the hanyou to stop shivering and acting like a frightened slave girl. His strokes grew faster and his hand tightened as he licked the corner of the hanyou’s mouth. Inuyasha whined, his hips arching up, before his legs quivered and the fingers over Sesshomaru’s hand dug into the youkai’s flesh. The youkai’s eyes watched the flushing, oblivious face of his little brother as he shuddered, biting his lower lip and clasping his own throat while his shaft spilled its essence onto his belly.

Sesshomaru’s moan of shocked arousal was lost in the waves of sensation that refused to relent and let him fall back into his flesh. Shaking and straining, begging for relief and for more with the same inarticulate words, Inuyasha floated alone in pleasure, in ecstasy, anchored to the world by a single hand wrapped around the most intimate part of him. Finally something snapped in his belly or maybe it was his chest or even his head. He only knew he could endure no more and fell into cool welcoming dark.

Sesshomaru stared at the shivering hanyou as he settled limply back onto the bed he had seemed to hover over during his prolonged orgasm. The hand around his fell to the boy’s side and a soft sigh rose from his lips. The youkai sat up, licking his damp, swollen lips and released the softening organ in his hand. Though he had meant to offer the hanyou release, both as a relief of tension and as a way to offer more mental torment, and hold back himself, Sesshomaru felt oddly cheated. He wanted to share the hanyou’s pleasure, to feel it from the inside; foolish indeed. The half-breed was just a boy, a useless being with no place in the world , who also happened to draw his siblings eyes to him far too often, whose voice sent a shiver down Sesshomaru’s spine as he cried out his pleasure for the world to hear.

“Cursed hanyou! How do you always turn your fate to your favor like this?!” the youkai hissed as he rose to his feet fluidly and stormed to the kitchen area, then gathered a cloth and soaked it in water before coming back to the bedroom. He dropped the cloth onto Inuyasha’s semen splattered belly with a cruel smirk. The hanyou moaned as his eyes cracked open, rather than jumping or snarling, which only enflamed the youkai further… before he suddenly deflated. Inuyasha’s hands moved in slow motion as he took the cloth and blinked up at Sesshomaru in confusion.

“You should clean yourself; I’d prefer you did not stain the bed with your spendings, Little Brother.” Sesshomaru said softly, his voice sounding tired; all his malice had disappeared like a fire tossed in a river. Inuyasha flushed red as he scrubbed at his skin, eyes fixed on his stomach. He wanted to hide again; why was Sesshomaru doing this to him? He did not ask to be caught and held prisoner, and he sure did not want to be having sexual encounters with his own brother like he had, twice in one day no less.

Although… he had never felt like that when he had touched himself, why was it different when Sesshomaru touched him like that? How could his own flesh and blood make him so ready, so hard, so needy? He blushed yet again, sure that soon his face would be completely stained red for the rest of his life. He did not hear the whimper of shame and confusion rise from him, but Sesshomaru did, and he felt his gorge rise at the sound. He grabbed his kimono and left the room, leaving the shoji open only because he could no longer close it and hold the garments at the same time. Inuyasha stared at the open space, a black cavern which had swallowed his beautiful silver sibling, and taken the light with him…

“Keh! I don’t understand him!” Inuyasha muttered, but it was not enough. “I fucking don’t understand what you want from me! Damn you! Let me go!” he roared. Dust settled from the eaves, but the hanyou could not see it through his stinging, “not-tear” filled eyes. “Please, let me go…”


Sesshomaru slid his mutilated shoulder into the kimono and tied it with amazing skill. He had learned a great deal about how to survive with only one arm, but he was far from proud of it. Yet it was not his arm that bothered him. The sour hint of bile at the back of his throat and burning his stomach; that was what bothered him. He had wanted to make Inuyasha suffer so badly, he was ashamed of this petty desire, but like his quest for Tessaiga, he had ignored the pathetic weakness, the humanness of his urge. It was beneath a being of his status and abilities, yet he nursed his wounded pride, his aching broken pride that ripped and clawed at him for something, anything to soothe it.

But instead of relishing Inuyasha’s pain, instead of savoring his humiliation, he felt worse and worse with every new experience he forced upon the boy. He remembered the “not tears” Inuyasha had shed just that morning, the smell of his own semen mixed with bile in the basin in the corner of the room could not cover that salty taint, and the sight of the boys face, his slumped shoulders… for a split second, he had seen himself kneel and wipe the tears away, and promise never to cause any more of them to fall. The shrill shock of that urge had almost floored the youkai; he had not in fact made Inuyasha do anything to his older brother! ‘I also did not stop and remind him that I cannot control his mouth, his lips…’ he thought, his mouth tingling as the hot kisses taken and returned just moments ago shimmered back into his mind…

Ah, tonight… never had any partner, paid for or enticed to him or found by charming accident between his sheets, never had anyone offered such a wanton display of sheer enjoyment. One hand, stroking fragile flesh, and some simple kisses, that was all they had shared. Yet Inuyasha had orgasmed as even Sesshomaru himself never had. He was open and free and as he had every moment of his life, Inuyasha had held nothing back. And though he had not attained a climax, Sesshomaru had felt an incredible satisfaction in it, had been swallowed by a warm pride; that had been a moment of such heady control given to him without fear…

But then, it was over and he had found himself shocked again and facing a boy who once more acted as though he had been raped, violated…

Sesshomaru’s silver shrill of guilt grew and chilled him to the bone.

“I fucking don’t understand what you want from me! Damn you! Let me go!” His sibling suddenly roared behind him in the silent house.

“I do not understand either, Little Brother…” the youkai whispered softly. “But I will, I will…”

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