You have brought this upon yourself

My little brother never ceases to amaze me. How much can his body withstand? Even the stress his body is obviously under doesn’t tame that rebellious attitude. It makes me love— Sesshomaru paused, fingers gliding over the bottom of the hanyou’s flinching feet. He couldn’t really be thinking that. There was no way that he felt that level of feeling for his younger brother. They didn’t know one another and fought tirelessly when together and with company.



Yet, it would explain his fury at the thought of sharing his younger brother with anyone else in such an intimate level. It would explain a good deal of things, but the youkai was not ready to evaluate the possibility. No, he should focus on the now. On the hurtful feelings that formed when he imagined his brother being disloyal.



He reached behind his back, wrapping his fingers around the two-foot dry, split bamboo stalk. The youkai prince whacked the bottom of the feet. The sting penetrated the thick soles and the body tweaked, drawing a garbled oath from the hanyou. He repeated the attack until thick welts rose.



“I wonder what I will do to that so-called taijiya?” Sesshomaru mused aloud; giving the plump ass cheeks a thwack to make the victim jerk and chafe. The tucked legs trembled, trying to keep from going spread eagle. “Flay her alive?”



“Fwucken’ bu-rick! Doun’ yuu fwucken ‘uch ‘er—U-AH!” His words ending on a yelp as Sesshomaru maliciously struck the cheeks hard enough to break skin.



“I do not think you are in the position to be giving orders, little brother. Let me remind you who owns you.” He slammed the frayed bamboo against the ass three quick times in succession, leaving a bloody pattern. The wet cracks gave Sesshomaru gooseflesh and the accompanying screams served to excite him more. His brother was hardier then he imagined. Blood oozed from the wounds and decorating the appealing mounds more to the older brother’s liking. “Why would an enemy of the youkai want to be with you in any case?”



“Shwe da-na care wha’ ph-orm I in!” Inuyasha managed to reply in his distorted speech. It took the older youkai a moment to decipher the meaning. His face-hardened and chest constricted aganizingly when it became clear.



*She doesn’t care what form I’m in.*



The elder brother leaned over the body and put more weight on it as he whispered in the flattened dog-ears. The ropes creaked and scraped skin form the tight tummy and thin shoulders. The hanyou objected with an angry growl. “Would she like you looking like this? Weak? Moaning from your brother’s attentions?”



The body shuddered under the pressure of the words. The hanyou knew what he was talking about. What did he look like? If his friend saw him now, would she be sickened? It was too likely and it made his chest ache. Loyalty and friendship only went so far. He knew that from experience. Uniqueness never rested well with anyone, human or youkai. A hybrid was…not to be trusted and always ostracized.



His brother had been no different. Leaving him behind, alone to handle hate and discontent wherever he turned. Kikyo had offered the kind of acceptance that he’d craved, but even then he wasn’t good enough as he was. She wanted him fully human and that offered a chance for her to be relieved of the tedious duty of protecting the jewel.



Sango had been different.



Once amity had been established, they had traded off on saving each other out of whatever fix they managed to fall into. He felt more inclined to protect her hopes and dreams. To help her repair her small family and move on with her life had been the hanyou’s goal when he clumsily asked her to join the pack. They had each other’s back, always. If had to choose between Kagome and Sango for a partner, the taijiya was it. The feisty brunette had inspired love in Inuyasha again.



Sango hard been the hardest to let go of after the Jewel was reassembled and he continued to visit her periodically. She had asked him to sleep with her in anger, but he’d refused. She’d thanked him for it later, with a smile…



And setting his covetous, dictating brother on her was the way he gave back in turn.



“What do you think she would say?” The older man continued in a purr, nails dragging bloody tracks along the white back. Inuyasha remained silent, his imagination taking over. He didn’t want to admit that it was getting to him, let him know that Sango had meant more to him then Kagome. It would only endanger the taijiya further. “Do you think she would be repulsed? Do not fret, little brother. I would not let her dwell on your powerlessness long. I will make her watch me claim you as she never could, then I will slit her throat and feed you her mediocre blood.”



Inuyasha shuddered again, momentarily robbed of speech as his mind built the images up. It besieged him and he didn’t even notice his brother’s weight lifting from him. He was inferior to his brother in every way and this encounter was further proof. He couldn’t fight off the youkai prince, couldn’t deny him. Even after over a decade, he allowed himself to be sullied and tormented. The hanyou even put his valued partner in trouble with his tactlessness.



Sesshomaru didn’t go far, but allowed Inuyasha to dwell on his thoughts as the youkai stared down at the tight hole before him. His mind recalled images of the last time he saw it; red, swollen, torn and puckered as his bloody semen leaked from it. He licked his lips and took one of the candles from the holder. There was a good amount of wax trapped in the trough. He dripped the scalding white wax on the clenched hole.



“AUGHHH!” Inuyasha chocked out a surprised cry, body bowing against the bindings. He danced at the end of the strings; ropes groaning in protest, every scorching drop that splattered on the sensitive skin got an instantaneous reaction. His aches and pains had accumulated to where he didn’t even notice the old, but focused on the new ones that ravaged his nerves. A river of the wax ran over the distended balls and down the rapidly hardening cock. “FFF-WUCK MEH!”



Sesshomaru’s lips twisted into a satisfied smile at the demand, though he knew it was more of an angry oath then anything. He would take it as an invitation. A flick of a hand the Inuyasha fell heavily onto the futon, grunting in pain. Inuyasha tucked his bound legs beneath him, rubbing his face clean on the futon.



The youkai prince remembered that he had sworn to make his brother prepare himself the next time, but he decided to defer to the side of his own needs.



Claw tipped hands seized and squeezed the ill-treated ass cheeks, kneading them regardless of the mangled cries from the owner and spread them wide. He grabbed a small glass vial of oil from the depths of the yukata sleeve and stroked some on his agonizing hard-on. Inuyasha was mewling and trembling in his bindings before him, the aura and musk he gave off teased the older brother.



Deference, mortification, hurting, arousal, anticipation, and body fluids blended together. It clashed against Sesshomaru’s own impatience, excitement, oil, ascendancy, and touch of apprehension.



The youkai prince pressed the sensitive head against the unyielding sphincter, indifferent to the coating of wax. The hanyou stiffened and Sesshomaru leaned over the strapped body gently, his breath hot against the furry ears pricked back towards him. “Relax…”



There was an obvious effort from the hanyou to let go, breath rasping from his sore throat. It was hard to deny that mellifluous, dark tone that could probably liquefy the loincloth off any girl after puberty at a range of a hundred feet.



Miroku would have sold Hachi for that kind of ability before Sango noosed him. Inuyasha thought, his mood darkening a touch as worry for the mother of nine(?!). I need to clear that up—oh, FUCK!



“HIII!” The head finally slipped through the entrance. The hanyou didn’t recall the actual intercourse hurting so badly last time. He hid his face in the futon and swallowed the cries. It would get better. It had to.



Sesshomaru groaned in pleasure, head thrown back as he carefully inched in, withdrew and slipped in just a touch deeper. The small hips rotated, stretching the opening to contain him. Trying to adjust his brother and keep from pre-ejaculating before Inuyasha could even come to enjoy their play. It was so warm and tight, squeezing the invader mercilessly and threatening to strip what little he control the youkai had away. That would damage the youkai prince’s pride more then he would like to admit. Maybe it was because if his brother didn’t get completion, then it really was just rape.



He finally submerged completely into the pulsating passage and his hand clenched on the ass cheeks thoughtlessly, milking a husky call. He halted as his balls nestled against the ass and both took quiet breaths, accommodating themselves to their current position. The older brother slipped his lands up and flicked the catches on the leather straps, pulling away the long belt and freeing the arms.



Inuyasha moaned in relief, letting his tingling arms fall limply to his side. He reached up laboriously and removed the chopsticks confining his tongue. He sucked the sore, dry organ gingerly, rolling it around and closing his eyes. The topping male was nuzzling his hair, steady breath ruffling the strands soaking in the flickering candlelight.



Is he waiting for me?



“I’m ok.” Inuyasha informed him, face coloring in embarrassment.



“Hmm?” his brother asked wordlessly.



“I, uh…I-it doesn’t hurt as much.” He clarified. There was still discomfort, but it wasn’t overwhelming. His legs hurt like a bitch, but that would be fixed soon. His nipples were still tender but stimulating as they rubbed against the futon. There were dozens of small dull aches all over his abused body, but the younger brother put them out his mind. There was also the knowledge that once his brother got going; all the pain would meld with pleasure. The youkai still didn’t move and Inuyasha became more flustered. “Damnit, just fuck me, bastard!”



“You are getting close to overstepping your bounds, hanyou.” The tall youkai muttered in his ear, a touch of growl laced with amusement vibrating against the sensitive organ. He pulled out slowly, adjusting his angle before plunging back in.



“HHNNNGG!” Inuyasha threw back his head, eyes filling with tears as his prostate took a sudden hit. His neglected cock twitched and wept, balls tightening as he began to dance along the border between pain and pleasure. He pushed his torso up slowly on his sore arms, panting in time with the furious pace his brother set. He cursed at each surge of rapture-tainted agony.



“Stop hiding your face! Look at me!” Sesshomaru ordered, fisting the braid and yanking the mussy head from the futon roughly. This was the only reason he was beginning to dislike the position. He couldn’t stare down into those gold eyes or ravage that mouth. This position gave him all the power, but none of the access to the goods.



“Fuck, Maru-nii!”



The name startled the older brother out of rhythm and he slammed into the injured ass with more force then he intended.



“GAHH!” Inuyasha wrenched his head from the youkai’s grip, turning his head to glower. Sesshomaru scowled in return, pulling out.



“Roll on your damn back, hanyou.” The taller youkai ordered gruffly, trying to cover his awkwardness with curtness.



The hanyou in question blinked in shock. His brother rarely cursed and it called for recognition, but thinking through the euphoria long enough to comply and comment was trying. His older brother didn’t have the patience for that, snaking his arm around the torso and flipping him roughly onto his back.



“Shit!” Inuyasha exploded, his damaged ass slamming into the futon, legs spreading immediately as Sesshomaru lifted his ass and drove back into the opening. He winced and his brother smacked his hands on either side of his head. The youkai leaned over him, long silver hair creating a curtain to border their faces. The hanyou’s heart lurched at the brief rueful grin Sesshomaru flashed then faded. Matching golden eyes locked on one another as he continued his furious pounding of his prostate.



The hanyou moaned, reaching up and hooking his neck as he reached to attend to his begging member. His spread the pre-cum over the throbbing shaft, pumping feverishly. The youkai prince watched his brother’s fist, groaning as he was tugged down to the waiting mouth.



Growls erupted as their tongues clashed and entwined. Skin burned where it touched, sweat and scent blending at each impact. The brothers skittered along the brink, straining against one another as they became frantic. Release broke over them heartbeats apart, Inuyasha spilling over his neck, chest and flexed abs. Sesshomaru fit his hips against the ass as he emptied, moaning into the mouth, hips thrusting gently with each pulse.



Sesshomaru collapsed onto the shorter hanyou, sighing as they suckled each other’s tongues. Clawed fingers worried the short wisps before caressing the ears that were planted in it. Inuyasha pulled away, shifting so his brother couldn't catch his lips. Chagrin welled inside the taller youkai, who quirked a brow in silent demand for an explanation. If the hanyou ruined the mood again, the youkai would throttle him.



“Untie my legs, bastard. I think they’re dead.” The younger brother grumbled. His face acquired a ruddy stain, radiating enough shyness to charm the older brother.



“Since you asked nicely…” Sesshomaru responded as he claimed the frowning mouth once more, snapping the hemp easily.



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Thanks for the support! I don't think I would have tried to keep the story rolling without it! The morning after will be interesting.



Demitria Miriam - What do you think? ^-^ If you think that I'm straying OOC, don't hesitate to jump me. The only thing that drives me nuts involving the manga is how she's been dragging out the story!



InuyashasGypsyGirl - I hope you aren't disappointed on how this act ended!



C-loke - That's true about Sesshomaru. I'm working on resolving issues, but I gotta bring them up first. And make the two stubborn males own up. -.- I know what you mean! I get in nasty moods so easily when it comes to a good story! I always get made fun of when I explode at the characters. ^-^;;



MsDesperate - Thanks for the compliments! I hope you'll enjoy the rest!