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What is up with these 'monster' chapters???? Yeesh

Usual blather...same story, same rating, same disclaimer...blah, blah, blah...

Just more smex


Inuyasha made first to sit on the sofa, with Sesshomaru standing stiff in front of him, one hand dangling limply at his side, while Inuyasha still had the other clutched in his own. Both were staring into the others eyes. The hanyo could see the hurt and dejection beneath the surface, as much as Sesshomaru was trying to hide it. Sadness began to envelope him as he knew what he was about to do.

“Do:zo,” the daiyokai pleaded unabashed, his heart shattering into untold pieces. His fine tuned intuition was screaming that he would not recover for a long time after their talk, not for a very long time… “Do:shite koi?”

“Sit aniki-sama, do:zo” Inuyasha led him to the sofa and sat on one side, pulling his ani, his koibito, down next to him.

Sesshomaru sat on the edge, looking as if he would sprint off and out at the slightest disturbance. Inuyasha never released his hand and now held it with both of his, stubby fingers exploring ridiculously long thin ones. Inuyasha gazed with awe and marveled at the skins deceptive softness, for they held so much strength.

Sesshomaru shivered wanting so very badly to wake up from this nightmare that was going to consume him. He could feel it, the weight pressing down on him like the Izumo Taisha, a Shinto shrine in the Shimane region. It was making it a chore to take a breath.

Gradually Inuyasha brought one hand up to reach for his aniki, observing every nuance and movement the Lord made as he gazed into sodden orbs of gold. A lone tear threatened to drop from one corner. The hanyo gently reached and caught it with his thumb before it could fall, then cupped his cheek lovingly.

Sesshomaru leaned into the touch and closed his lids gradually, needing to stay quiet. He was afraid if he opened his mouth to speak, his voice would falter and he would break into a myriad of pieces and just disappear. He had never felt such encroaching despair before. Desperately he fought against it, but with every rejection, it just got worse.

“Ani,” Inuyasha began, bringing up his hand holding Sesshomaru’s and gently placing it palm up onto his own cheek. “Ani, you do know that I love you, hai?”

Eyes still closed, Sesshomaru nodded.

“I would never do anything to hurt you ani-chan.”

Sesshomaru’s breath hitched. Usually Inuyasha addressed his aniki with ‘sama’, not something so ‘intimate’. In doing so, Inuyasha was recognizing him as his lover. Was there still hope?

Inuyasha kissed his sibling’s brow, “Ani-chan, you believe me do you not ?” He needed confirmation that his aniki did not think he would ever intentionally hurt him before he went on.

Sesshomaru wanted to with all his heart, softly he answered, “Hai ototo-chan.”

He was just so tired. The week waiting for his Yasha allowed for his concerns to run amuck, into dark places that he did not like. The longer he waited, the worse it got… and now…

“Maru-chan…”

Sesshomaru reopened tired and aged eyes to peer at his koibito, a minute smile threatened the corners of his mouth. Years ago, he would have beaten the little hanyo into a greasy spot for butchering his honored name thusly. Now, it just felt right, he wanted it to feel right.

“Better be careful ye ole baka-na yaro,” Inuyasha teased and grinned “your face may crack.” He pressed a soft kiss to the corner of Sesshomaru’s lips that had twitched.

Sesshomaru tried unsuccessfully to glare back at the little gaki and responded, “Be careful little koi, or I may take you over my knee and give you a sound paddling for your cheek.”

Inuyasha giggled, a first for Sesshomaru’s ears and he found it beautiful, like music. He leaned down and brushed his slim nose against Inuyasha’s, “Maybe you would like that my little hanyo?” he stroked seductively, as if in a lover’s kiss.

Inuyasha sighed deeply but much to Sesshomaru’s chagrin, broke apart. Dropping his hands into his lap and staring down at them he commented somberly, “You are not making this easy my ani-chan.”

~back to simple honor’s~ Sesshomaru thought dispiritedly.

“I don’t want to make this easy for you my koibito,” he growled.

When Sesshomaru tried to lean down to kiss his ototo, Inuyasha turned his head.

Sesshomaru growled again, much more dangerously, “It is that miko-ama, is it not?”

“Do:zo ani-chan, do not call her that.”

Crossing his arms across his chest, feelings of rejection threatening to overwhelm him, he spat “You would choose her over me koishii? Do:shite my koibito, do:shite!”

Inuyasha did not look up at his ani, but rose and began to nervously pace in front of Sesshomaru, his voice taking on an almost hysterical air, “You do not understand aniki, I have to do what is right!” He turned sharply to face his brother, his frightened eyes imploring his sibling, “We can not be together like...” he stopped.

“Like what ototo?” Sesshomaru asked, draping his emotional veil over himself like an old comfortable blanket, preservation kicking in.

Inuyasha slumped, defeated, “Like you want… like I want.”

Kneeling in front of his ani, he placed his hands on the Lord’s knees, “Do:zo ani, this is killing me too. Do you not understand?” He was begging for his ani’s sympathy, “I HAVE to do what is honorable. Everything okaasan and you have taught me screams it, demands it.”

“What are you talking about Inuyasha?

“We can not be together like lovers Sesshomaru. Not now, not anymore” Tears slipped freely down Inuyasha’s cheeks as he turned his back to his ani, not able to face him as he told him why. “I must marry Kagome. Please understand aniki”

Sesshomaru made such a face, as if he had stepped into one of Ah-Un’s waste piles… in bare feet. Golden eyes flickering red, “Well I do not understand Inuyasha. You profess your love for this Sesshomaru, yet in your next breath you tell me you must marry this…” Sesshomaru abruptly stood, “ Baita!!”

Like lightning he grabbed Inuyasha by the arm, yanking and twisting him so that he was forced to face him, “Look at me koibito while you slay me!”

Inuyasha began to hiccup with his cry, “Please aniki… please understand, I have to ! It would bring dishonor if I did not!”

Jerking his ototo’s arm roughly Sesshomaru roared, “ Make me understand Inuyasha, why would you dishonor our family if you have no love for this miko?

When Inuyasha did not speak up fast enough to satisfy the daiyokai, Sesshomaru shook him again, “Speak up!”

Inuyasha recoiled and yelled “Because she is pup'd ani-sama!”

A very pregnant moment of silence ensued.

“WHAT?” Dropping Inuyasha’s arm as if he was burned, he stared at him in disbelief . His mind reeled and he wondered if this tsunami of emotional turmoil would ever end. Any sane Yokai would just slaughter the lot of them and be done with it he was sure.

Turning he started pacing like a caged animal, eyes darting about the room. He needed to hit, kick, slice and dice….

…hell he was so furious he needed to KILL something!

Abruptly he stopped in front of the cowering hanyo, his eyes bleeding red, body slowly morphing to its true form. The air around them grew pungent with the daiyokai’s poison that beaded at the tips of his claws.

“Ani-chan, do:zo.” Inuyasha implored hysterically seeing the homicidal look and knowing just who would be on the receiving end of the great warrior’s wrath, “Ani, do:zo, you can not kill her, you would dishonor us both. She carries inu! Do:zo! do:zo ani !…”

Inuyasha immediately bared his throat to his elder in submission, his breath coming in great huffs as he too sobbed, truly scared of his ani for the first time in his life. Sesshomaru remained motionless, turning his head away from his ototo and a deep grumbled sound emanated from his very core. It was taking every ounce of his ki to remain unchanged.

A small pitiful gasp was heard coming from Inuyasha, knowing the possible implications of his aniki’s inu growl. Carefully, he raised a slender and trembling hand to his aniki’s lips and like the wing of a butterfly gently placed two fingers. His head just as slowly lay on a broad shoulder, continuing to bare his throat,

“Do:zo ani… there is no need, she is ningen, she will die in a blink of an eye. Then we can be together… forever koishii” His tear streaked face lifted as he gently moved his fingers to Sesshomaru’s cheek. Softly stroking the daiyokai’s markings to calm him, pleading eyes met those of a very dangerous DaiYokai’s, “This is all my fault my sweet ani. Forgive me, do:zo.”

Sesshomaru shook his head trying to dislodge the chaos taking residence lest he go mad. His chest hurt like it was on a spit in the very pits of hell and he was having great difficulty controlling his ki. He wanted to say that all was forgiven… really he did.

Save for the dark question nagging at the back of his mind.

He had to know.

“WHEN did you lay with her koibito?” Sesshomaru snarled.

Gripping a handful of Inuyasha’s hair at the nape of his neck , singeing it with the residue of poison his claws still held, Sesshomaru yanked back harshly. Inuyasha too gasped and slam lids tightly shut as he wailed, “Aaanikiiiii…”

*yank*

“When koi?” Fangs elongated, his metamorphosis threatening to complete, he did not need to hear Inuyasha confess, he knew the answer.

The growl that emitted from deep within the DaiYokai’s chest shook Inuyasha to his core. He didn’t need to hear Sesshomaru speak the works, in Inu it meant ‘assume the position’ and he dropped to his hands and knees, head bowed at Sesshomaru’s feet, forehead against the floor.

To say Sesshomaru was furious was like saying monkeys shit in the forest.

His whole frame convulsed as Sesshomaru woodenly walked to stand behind him. Looking down at his ototo, his heart and soul, he undid his obi, throwing it carelessly onto the sofa. With no emotion he commanded, “Release and drop your hakama Inuyasha.”

Continuing to shake, Inuyasha complied without leaving his position. Once his hakama was pooled at his knees, he could feel the cool breeze Sesshomaru’s yi created against his exposed backside and hear silk drop to the floor.

Inuyasha choked, “For…give me, koi…bito” as tears dripped unbidden to stain the wooden floor.

Sesshomaru pressed his swollen shaft against the pert backside, which he petted leisurely. “Were you not sated that night at the hot spring koi…” Fingers tickled his cleft. A single claw slid down to lightly titillate the spot between puckered entrance and sacks below.

“ Was not this Sesshomaru enough?” Gripping twin globes and parting them, he slipped his now leaking turgid staff up and down, tracing the path his fingers had made.

Inuyasha sobbed out, shaking even harder. “Hai….aniki-sama fulfills me like no other.”

“Then do:zo ototo,” He stopped his rod’s stroking at Inuyasha’s little pink opening and watched it purse as if to kiss the leaking crown. “Explain to this Sesshomaru why you bedded the baita on the very night you were given my heart.” He nudged it gently for a deeper kiss.

Inuyasha gasped and pleaded as he shivered, “Do:zo ani-sama….”

Sesshomaru’s heart was racing and his breath quickened. A desire so feral gripped him, taking nearly all of his remaining ki not to just ram his sex deep inside. Hands moved just a hair to grab onto thin hips, pulling with enough force to keep the meaty cheeks spread and in place for him.

Sesshomaru suddenly thrust hard enough to cause the little hanyo to yelp and the tip to lodge its self into his impossibly tight opening, “Speak!” He boomed.

Inuyasha lurched forward involuntarily and wailed, “I do not know ani-sama!”

The daiyokai jabbed harshly, twice in rapid succession his sex entering further by but a knuckle deeper.

Inuyasha screamed and tried to curl up on himself, but being held fast by Sesshomaru’s claws. ~Ahhhh, such sweet embrace~ Sesshomaru sighed.

Bloody welts appeared where claws dug in. Reduced to quaking violently the hanyo broke, with his head cradled within his arms, he sobbed, gasping like a drowning ningen for air, as he wheezed, “I do not know.”

The daiyokai scented the blood before he saw it leaking to coat his throbbing sex. Stopping his assault long enough, he could smell the agony and shame permeating from his ‘Yasha’. And as he stalled long enough to contemplate, something an esteemed Sensei once told him resonated within his exhausted mind like a fresh breeze, “If you love something, set it free and one day, if that love be shared, it will return to thee.”

This was not how he wanted to finally make Inuyasha his.

As tenderly as he could, Sesshomaru pulled out of his ototo causing the hanyo to whimper and a new wave of tremors wracked his frame, “Do:zo ani-sama…. it burns…”

“Shhh… koi,” Bending down he let the tip of his tongue languidly probe the abused hole, tasting the tang of his sweet baby kei’s fluid. Again and again he would wetly lap, pierce and caress him with his impossibly long tongue, focusing his ki to heal. Saliva dribbled down trembling thighs as Inuyasha moaned, pushing back onto the appendage, “Annnniiiii…” He keened, his own sex taunt and rigid with need.

“Shhhhhhush my koibito….”

Fluidly he sat back on bended knees and gently gathered Inuyasha onto his lap. Strong arms wrapped around the youngest one to hold protectively letting his ki envelope them both. He began to rock Inuyasha gently, rumbling softly in his ear. Inuyasha closed his eyes and let his aniki comfort him, head lolled to one side of Sesshomaru’s shoulder.

Slowly Sesshomaru let one hand trail down and open Inuyasha’s haori.

Inuyasha’s breath hitched and eyes opened, but just as quickly closed as he fell deeper into the embrace when Sesshomaru nudged then lapped his ear and whispered, “Shhhhh…. be at peace ototo. The pain is over.”

Languidly the daiyokai rubbed small circles across the hanyo’s chest, spending a little more time messaging each ripe nipple. Traveling downward he lightly scratched where the short white hairs began to trail from his extended belly button to his rigid sex. Inuyasha moaned, “Annniiiii….” and raised his lower torso up to meet the wicked hand. Goose bumps appeared everywhere the large appendage roamed and the hanyo shivered uncontrollably, pre-cum leaking copiously from the slit of his rigid length. He leaned his head further into his ani and reached with one of his own hands to rest upon his aniki’s.

Sesshomaru licked the alabaster column of flesh he was being offered and nipped along his pulsing vein, reaching for the other pale column which was his destination. His fingers danced across Inuyasha’s sex like a minstrel strokes their instrument, pulling on the loose foreskin and grazing the tip with his thumb.

“Ara ani-chan, Aishite imasu,” Inuyasha breathed heavily, bucking ever so slightly into Sesshomaru’s grip. Amber eyes opened to gaze into gold as Sesshomaru used his other to grip Inuyasha’s chin, tilting him so he could descended on a lower lip while Inuyasha suckled his upper.

“Sweet Kami you are beautiful my little hanyo.” Sesshomaru whispered against a fluttering ear and stroked his ototo a bit faster, letting his ejaculate slick his way. “I do not know how I will manage to wait for you without wanting to find you and take what is mine.”

Inuyasha’s breath hitched as a tear formed. “Does this mean you will approve of the….” Sesshomaru zeroed in and covered his mouth with his own before Inuyasha could finish.
The kiss sent shivers throughout his body as he felt Sesshomaru’s own sex gently rocking into the cleft of his backside. “Take me now koishii…do:zo aniki.” Inuyasha pleaded, grinding his plump cheeks against his ani’s rod, “Make me yours…”

By the God’s Sesshomaru wanted to… needed to. He wanted desperately to sink into Yasha’s sweet body and never again emerge. He ravaged his little hanyo’s succulent lips in earnest, stroking his sex with such velocity that Inuyasha nearly screamed his completion for the entire world to hear. Sesshomaru followed suit, covering his ototo’s delectable little backside with his seed, growling into captured lips.

Quickly Inuyasha scooted off of Sesshomaru’s lap, laid down upon the floor pulling his aniki with him so that he lay upon his body. The daiyokai did not resist. Spreading his legs, letting Sesshomaru slip between, their sated sexes sliding against its partner, Inuyasha again implored, “Make me yours aniki-chan.”

Sesshomaru dipped his head, his long silver tresses covering the both of them like a blanket and kissed his sweet, sweet koi tenderly, “Iya Inuyasha,” he answered calmly. He cupped Inuyasha’s face, licked a trail from his chin to one ear and whispered, “If I penetrate you my koishii, I will mark you and never let you go.” Inuyasha’s breath hitched in a sob. Sesshomaru took the velvety appendage in between his teeth and suckled and Inuyasha wailed as he arched into his ototo’s body so heavenly massive against his own, “Aaaaaniiii!” he cried feeling another wave of euphoria sweep over him. Sesshomaru gripped his throbbing sex, “You feel this Inuyasha?”

“Hai,” was all he could manage in answer.

“Who does this belong to my little koi?”

Inuyasha yapped his pleasure when Sesshomaru tugged on its length, “Who do YOU belong to ototo?” Inuyasha bucked and bucked again screaming, “I belong to you…”

“Again!”

Inuyasha arched as high as he could as he came harder than he ever had before, “You Anikiiiiiiii…..”

Sesshomaru continued to pump the convulsing hanyo until there was absolutely nothing more left to spend as he laved Inuyasha’s other ear, adding as he breathed deeply the honey and earthy scent of his ototo, “And when that ama wants to have you in her bed again, she shall not!”

Inuyasha opened closed eyes inquisitively “Ani?”

Bucking into the delectable body beneath him, his shaft poking Inuyasha’s entry, he intoned possessively and emphasizing with a kiss, “This is mine…”

Another buck, his shaft gliding against Inuyasha’s slickly, “This is mine…”

He gripped Inuyasha’s hair, yanking back and attacked the hanyo’s mouth. Pulling away and with eyes boring into his, Sesshomaru finished “and this is mine!” crashing his lips again on their swollen counterparts.

As he slowed his ministrations and lightly began to nip he made sure Inuyasha was looking directly into his eyes, “That is my price for my acquiescence. Do we have an agreement Inuyasha?”

Inuyasha brought his hand up to gently stroke one cheek, trailing one of Sesshomaru’s stripes with the pad of his thumb, as they continued to thrust against the other, gazing at his koi he breathed against Sesshomaru’s ear as a tongue laved sensitive skin at his neck.

“Hai.”

Sesshomaru bit down.

Translations: which are all in Japanese unless otherwise stated


do:shite -why
do:zo -please
daiyōkai - great yokai
hanyō/hanyou -half demon
koibito -lover (shortened to koi at times)
koishii -dearly beloved
ototo/ kei -younger brother/brother
aniki/ani -older brother
chan -usually >child or a f. sometimes used for pets, lovers or intimate friends
sama -used lower ranked>higher
gaki -brat
baka-na -crazy
yaro/jiji -bastard (jiji can mean old geezer as well)
ama -bitch
ketsu/oshiri -ass, buttocks
hai –yes
koishii -beloved
obi -sash
Sensei -honorific for ‘advanced’ teacher
haori -essentially a jacket/top
aishite imasu -‘I love you’ although rarely used.
ara -oh!

Feedback for the Feedback/tit 4 tat:

Demitria Miriam:
So pleased that you are enjoying the suspense. I’m actually quite shocked I’ve got so much friggin’ angst!

Izzanami:
Oh, the bitch gets worse. *sigh* I begged Sesshy boy to kill the bitch, but he mumbled something about ‘honor’ and all that… oh well, guess we have to put up with her for a bit yet.

Nikkie:
Mind if I shorten your handle there… LOL… no offense, but my fingers are tired. Okay, three reviews one right after the other, so…. Thank U, thank u and thank u. Yea, ch.3 is a monster! But I wanted to get a lot of background out of the way of which there was a lot… as you can surmise. I’m basically taking Rumiko’s sketching areas and trying to fill in the blanks so this yaoi story is more plausible… hopefully I’m succeeding. Anywho, there is still more background, but it will be interjected through out the rest of the fic once we get to where Sesshomaru is headed. The Bakusaiga, came after. It actually appears in the manga with Sesshomaru’s regenerated arm. I’m assuming its tantamount to his fathers fang forming the two swords of power left to his sons, it’s basically born of Sesshomaru him self, which ends up making him finally as powerful, if not more, than his father. For all the Japanese (or other cultures---Sesshy boy got around!) I’ve done so much friggin’ research I should have gotten paid for…. Anyway, I digress. I use several Japanese translators/ info sites and encyclopedia’s… ototo is only spelled as I have. Apparently there are a few words in fan-fiction I’ve not found anywhere else, like ‘teme’, it should actually be spelled ‘temae’…. It’s like the issue with Sesshomaru’s outfit… which is more traditionally Chinese rather than Japanese (I told you that boy gets around!) Anyway, damn…. I need a muzzle. Suffice to say that I’m just so friggin’ anal that I’m trying to stick to canon as well as ‘truth’ to be believable. :D Now aren’t you glad you asked the question??????

dela1:
YES I CAN!!!!.... LOL :P But thank you for reading *pets you to calm your little heart down*

Caitriona:
I know, I go a bit over board. I did kinda cut down on this chap *bg* although there are just some translations I will not give up, nope won’t do it… neener neener neener. Really, thank you for the reading AND your 2cents.