You have brought this upon yourself

The quiet between the brothers was heavy, both consumed with their own troubled thoughts over feelings and intentions. Neither knew how to continue with one another, unsure what would push the other into an unwanted reaction.



The younger didn't want to antagonize Sesshomaru into another bout of hard sex, even if he did desire it.



The elder didn't want to push Inuyasha from his home.



It took more then he would like to admit to get the stubborn hanyou there to scare him off. He could force him to stay, but he still had lands and minions to look over. A youkai prince couldn't spend half of his time hunting down his hardheaded little brother every other day. The thought that Inuyasha wouldn't want to stay with him willingly disturbed him slightly. Sesshomaru also didn't understand the feelings or have the experience to examine them effectively, giving proof to the flaw that the youkai prince never knew existed within him. It made it hard for the youkai to even consider thinking about a situation from another's perspective. Speculating the causes for the young hanyou's obvious aversion to him was a new exercise.



Inuyasha has only been sleeping with humans as far as I know. Does this mean that he wishes to be human and not youkai? Or does it mean that he only knows how to be with humans? Sesshomaru pondered as he reached out and stroked the long white tresses that now brushed the underside of the soft jaw. The hanyou's eyes fluttered slightly and the youkai could feel the shorter man savor the touch.



Now that I think about it, what else would the hanyou know to be? If those ears were hidden, he could pass as a human. A clawed fingertip traced the soft triangles, which shuddered in response. Inuyasha could never pass for a full youkai. His desires run pure youkai, that I can tell. How would he know that? No youkai would dare touch him, besides me. My claim made sure of that.



The revelation made sense to Sesshomaru. Never fully accepted into either world, of course the hanyou would choose the weaker species and try to integrate. He wouldn't know that his yearnings for pain, dominance and submission were perfectly normal in youkai. To seek a stronger, aggressive and demanding youkai lover was natural.



To hear their dalliances referred to in such a way angered the elder brother.



The definition of rape was not alien to Sesshomaru, but it would be to most youkai. He had spent enough time with Rin to have run across the concept and feel puzzled by it. Rin had explained it and the youkai accepted it as just another mystery of primitive insects.



Inuyasha had been very willing at the end. He'd came and embraced his brother after submitting. How could their coupling be compared with such a flawed human notion? Why could the hanyou come to such a conclusion when he'd moaned in his brother's mouth while the Sesshomaru claimed his shivering body?



Just as my upbringing has been lacking, his is even more so.



Now recognizing the crux that Inuyasha stood at hesitantly, ignorant and wanting, the older brother realized that he needed to guide the young hanyou into understanding his cravings and urges. He waited for the impatience and unwillingness to rise in him and was surprised at the anticipation that answered.



It will be a challenge, he conceded to the surge of unanticipated acceptance, but I will not lower myself to play human for him. I can be gentler for a time, but not by much. Perhaps using persuasion instead of force. I still want to blemish that body of his and make him beg. How would I handle a willing Inuyasha? Can he be willing?



That would be divulging in his ardor for the youkai's attentions. If Inuyasha did that, then Sesshomaru could yield that the hanyou was far more than a casual fuck.



Something touched in the pair's faces at the same time. An understanding met without words or actions. They both sensed the assent in each other and waited for the next move.



Sesshomaru leaned his forehead against his brother's, sliding a possessive hand around the exposed neck. The proof of the hanyou's inadequacies were very clear in his slow growing hair. A normal youkai would have grown nearly all theirs back by now.



"Stay." he stated simply, staring into the gold orbs that widened at the not quite order, not quite request. It was a small thing but Inuyasha understood the significance of it.



This is it. I can tell him hell no and leave or stay a while. I don't know what the fuck his angle is. If he just wants to fuck me, then hell...I don't mind. I just...don't want anymore damn drama in my life. I don't want to always be alone...so maybe he's lonely...he'd had a pack like me. I have no freaken clue what happened to them, though. He's never brought another youkai here...maybe he wants me to stay for that...? If that's the reason, though...that means he has more feelings for me then he's letting on. Shit! What if I'm just looking too deeply into this? Oh, hell! What if he sees me during the new moon? Of course he'll see me!



The new dilemma made him want to cower. What if Sesshomaru would no longer want him when he was in pure human form? There were so few full youkai that actually knew his weakness. The cowardly Kouga never cared so much as it didn't get in the way of his pursuit of Kagome. Myoga was like an annoying, overprotective uncle.



Shit. Maybe I can find an excuse to hide away for that night. I'll cross that dam when I get to it. We'll see how it holds.



"I'll stay, Maru-nii." Inuyasha murmured, tilting his head and capturing the youkai's lower lip in his teeth. He tugged it gently, enjoying the deep growl he received in answer. Their mouths crushed together in the midst of hungry rumblings. Clawed tips grazed the hanyou's scalp lightly, pulling anxious moans free.



Inuyasha pulled away first and they broke apart, breathing hard. The youkai was loath to let him from his grasp but did so grudgingly. The hanyou tucked his arms into the yukata sleeves and looked frustrated. The confusion wafted off his skin and teased the youkai's senses. Inuyasha was visibly grappling with something, so he waited with as much patience as he could muster.



"You have no murals."



"What?"



"In your rooms. It's just blank, boring ass rooms."



Sesshomaru drew his brows together, mystified at what he was getting at. The awkward silence continued for a heartbeat and he prompted, "I am curious at the point you are trying to make, hanyou."



"Let me paint one."

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Charcoal streaked across the fusuma, the soft grating noise soothing to the hanyou's scarf covered ears. His black eye had healed completely over the night and his hair now swayed and brushed against his shoulders with each movement. The sleeves of his yukata were tied back to his shoulders with strings that crossed over his back and chest. There were smudges of black littering his pale face that was twisted into a look of fierce concentration.



In the last decade he'd become interested in art. Painting had been one of the few things that the hanyou had taken up to entertain himself. He would etch forms into trees or sketch in the dirt during lazy afternoons. He'd mark the rocks that he'd slept on with numerous doodles. It hadn't taken long to see that though he had a knack for it, it wasn't enough to make a living off of. He wasn't a professional by any means, but when he got into the zone, he was amazed at what he created.



With Sesshomaru's amused blessing, Inuyasha had taken over the largest of the rooms to work on. He didn't know how long he'd stay with his brother, but he refused to be idle in the mean time. The hanyou's thoughts wasn't entirely on the form his charcoal strokes took at the moment. His mind would only dwell on the increasingly unpredictable youkai. Worse yet, on what the youkai prince did or was capable of doing to him next.



He was hesitant at the budding emotions that were surfacing for his brother. They were similar to the handful of other times they had developed and varied just as much. He was afraid to admit it could be infatuation and even more frightened it was just lust. Disquiet always roused when he consented to enjoying the torture and dominance that his brother inflicted.



His body caved under it. His mind was undone by it. His pride couldn't take it.



Yet, as a whole, he flourished 'neath the stimulating cruelty; craving the pleasure laced agony Sesshomaru delivered with such ease.



When did I become such a psycho...? the hanyou contemplated, puzzled and disturbed with his behavior. The human females that I've screwed around with made it clear that I'm unnatural enough, even without wanting rough sex. Not like violence between humans is such a fucken' surprise. Sango beat the shit outta Miroku when the dumbass monk couldn't keep his hands to himself enough. Kagome and her damn beads every time she felt like it. Females are so fucken' violent without sex, so what would have been the problem with mixing it a little?



The blackened fingers paused as the thought materialized. What was he thinking? What he'd asked for before had been no where near as extreme as what Sesshomaru brought to the table. The charcoal flowed once more, the arm moving of its own will as Inuyasha mulled over the next problem.



His life had done a one-eighty the night his brother first had his way with the hanyou. It'd awakened things in depths he didn't know he had and was clueless on how to put them back to sleep. He'd continued like before out of self-defense of his sanity. To not chase after the youkai and initiate another secret meeting so he could test his own tastes and limits had put strain on his will. So he'd found distractions in the bickering with Shippo. The mock fights with Kouga. The annoyance with Miroku's thick skull and lecherous ways. The attraction towards Kagome. His carefully concealed love for Sango. Even the residue of affection for Kikyo. The messes the jewels always brought into his lap.



It had felt so forced at times to pretend that nothing had happened. That he didn't just enjoy the perverted attentions of his brother. His half brother, sure, but they were still related by blood. Humans did not look kindly upon incest.



Wanting my brother to pound the shit outta me and abuse me till I cum cannot be fucken' right. He didn't want anything to do with me before. What's the fucken difference now? What made him change his mind? 'Cause I'm an adult and he can fuck me? It's not like there isn't some random youkai ready to take it up the ass from him. Maybe they're all smarter then I and won't put their lives on the line for some sex. Not like I asked for it anyway.



He sighed deeply and stepped back, rubbing his tired eyes with the back of his hand. His head was beginning to hurt. It was entirely possible that he was looking from the wrong angle all together, but was unsure how to find another. He opened his eyes and back peddled from the image. "Fuck!"



It was only the outline, but the implications of the drawing were staggering. All he knew is that he was in deep shit.



I can't let him see this. I'd rather die than let that cockbite see this. Then he'd know... Inuyasha froze, dirty fingers pulling and soiling the snow colored hair. Know what? Well, it's fucken' obvious I'm attracted to him. He wouldn't think that I...love him.



The hanyou sat down heavily, moaning in defeat. He just admitted it. He'd been avoiding doing just that. He loved his brother in a way that isn't acceptable to human standards. If Sesshomaru found out, what would he do?



I'm not even sure if the prick understands the concept of love, let alone feel it. Would he be able to return that level of emotion? What will he do when he sees my human form? There's no doubt he will. The prick probably won't let escape for the night. It'll just be more fucken' proof that I'm below him, not youkai enough.



The soft hush of the shoji sliding open made his bound ears spasm under the scarf. He couldn't believe he didn't notice Sesshomaru returning. It must be near midday. He threw a dark look at the form looming in charcoal on the rice paper and stood, dragging the scarf from his ears.



Time to stop whining like a bitch. He flicked off the strings holding his sleeves and slide open the fusuma, slipped into the room and closed it. "Took your fucken' time, bastard. You trying to starve me?"



"If you studied patience more, I am sure even your fighting would improve, little brother." The youkai retorted in a bored tone as he turned from laying a doe on the hisashi. Sesshomaru blinked, then smirked. "Busy, I see."



Inuyasha frowned, then glanced at his fingers, grimacing at the soot covering them. If it was all over his hands, then it was in his hair, clothes and face. Exactly what he'd been trying to avoid. "Yeah, well. Let's see you handle charcoal and not get dirty, ass."



Sesshomaru watched his brother grumble and rub his fingers together otiosely with barely concealed amusement. It answered the question on what the hanyou had been doing all day. He closed the distance between them and caught the grimy chin in his long fingers and tilted the head up for closer inspection. "That will not do any good, hanyou."



The youkai bent down, dragging his tongue over a mark, tasting grit, sweat and vague hint of mikan soap. The younger brother's fingers brushed against his throat and the tall youkai could smell the indecision. He paused in the cleaning, looking into the guarded gold eyes surrounded by scarlet flush. "You do realize you have soiled me."



"Well, now it's clear who has the brains." The hanyou grumbled, his face burning as he leaned up and lapped up the smears against the porcelain skin. His breathing became ragged when his fingers were being sucked and fondled clean. He sank his teeth into the fleshy base of his brother's neck, feeling the rumbling reply through his teeth. The urge to top his brother was just as heady as being overpowered. He wanted to bury into his brother and entice moans and pleas.



It was slow going in the cleaning session, both fumbling in their eagerness to analyze the sapidity of the other's skin and mouth. The youkai bit the hanyou's ear lightly, aroused as his brother answered to his advances. It was nice, but he still wanted more. Would Inuyasha allow him to play with his body as he pleased?



"Little brother..." he murmured against the captive ear, loving the tremors of want that ran through the shorter man's body. "I want to tie you up and enjoy your surrender..."



Embarrassment and hunger flared, assuaging the youkai's senses. Inuyasha wanted it, but he was still uncomfortable. It didn't occur to Sesshomaru that the unease was more from his bold statement than anything. He remained oblivious as his mind turned over plans for the hanyou, hounding the ear and throat with his lips, tongue and teeth.



"You'll stop if I ask." Inuyasha gasped quietly, nuzzling the delicate spot behind his brother's ear.



"If you beg."



"No, you ass!" He huffed in annoyance, pulling back and locking onto gold eyes and froze at the insatiate gaze he found. Shit. I'm in trouble. "If I fucken' ask, will you stop?"



There was a thoughtful pause and the youkai nodded. Tense muscles relaxed and he dug his carefully cleaned fingers into his brother's hips, eyes flashing with yearning.



Inuyasha couldn't believe what he was about to do. He felt amateurish and foolish. The hanyou was sure he could take anything the tall youkai could dish. To find the limit where he would end up begging was tantalizing. The proof of Sesshomaru's want pressed into his stomach. His erection ached and pulsed with memories and imaginings of his brother's labors. Screw it...he wanted his brother to top him.



"Do whatever then, bastard. Make me beg, Maru-nii."

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I wish I didn't have to wait so long for the update. Tell me what y'all think.



midnightsweet - Hope it continues to.



DemonLadySesshomaru - Guess it wasn't that hard to see...lol I'm having a time making them stay in character and still bend for one another.



Demitria Miriam - I'm afraid that the next chapter will involve torture. I'm sorry about that since you don't particularly like it.