Always

Title: Always 7/?
Author: Aleabeth
Rating: Adult/ NC-17
Warnings: au, yaoi , incest -sex, sex & more sex
Pairing: Sesshomaru/Inuyasha
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, yadda, yadda, yadda, just play with Rumiko’s characters.

He sat lotus style in an intense contemplative state at the edge of a small glade, eyes fixed towards the burnt pyre at its center. His long ivory hair pulled back into a single braid down his back and in contrast with his sun kissed skin. A low hum resonated from deep within his chest.

Anyone with supernatural sense could see the faint blue glow surrounding his muscular frame. The only sounds were the voices of nature that came from the surrounding forest, the slight breeze rolling gentle through the grass and the soft exhalation of air the ethereal being made.

He detected the spongy footsteps against the mulch on the path leading there, before the figure came into sight, breaking his meditation. He sighed resolutely and brought his hands to rest in his lap, waiting for the figure to make his presence known.

“Inuyasha?” The inflection was silky yet very masculine as it tickled his ears.

“Hoshi.” He answered.

The figure came to stand to one side, “Can this humble servant join you?”

“Keh.” The sitting figure puffed. “You are not my servant Hoshi.” Inuyasha lifted his head to look at the monk with tired eyes. “You are my friend…” nudging him with his shoulder, he added with a small curve of his lips, “…baka hentai.”

The robed monk eased him self down to sit next to him, returning the half demons smile. “That I am my friend… on both counts.” Inuyasha turned his head back toward the pyre, “Keh,” being his only retort.

They sat in silence for a time, enjoying the serenity of the early morning, each within their own thoughts.

Finally, Inuyasha looked to the heavens and whispered, “Why is he not here Miroku?”

The monk sighed and lifted an arm to gently rest his hand onto a red clothed shoulder, “Do not despair my friend,” he intoned. Inuyasha turned his visage back toward his only friend. “He will come as soon as he is able, of that I am sure,” Miroku finished.

“How can you be so sure Hoshi?” A lone tear threatened to spill from an amber eye. “What if he has forsaken me? It has been over a week now….” His voice trailed off as he returned to peer at the sky, “I ache.”

“I am as sure of this as I am that my nose sits on my face Inuyasha.”

“Keh.” Inuyasha snorted.

“I am hurt you do not trust in my words Inuyasha?” Miroku clutched his chest, in mock pain with one hand, squeezing the hanyo’s shoulder with the other. Sobering, he added, “I have seen the look of utter devotion and ardor The Lord Sesshomaru has for you Inuyasha… do not doubt my knowledge on this friend. I have only seen that kind of blissful reverence on the faces of the greatest spiritual sensei’s. He will come. Plus, there has been a great deal of unrest in Japan, especially to the north. There is rumor of a Great DaiYoki allying himself with the armies of the Hōjō Sōun.”


Inuyasha puffed without conviction and stared ahead, absentmindedly fingering the crescent moon on his neck, giving him some measure of relief against battered nerves. If the rumors were true, than his aniki may have had no choice in his delay. He certainly did not want to think his aniki was at war, but the possibility, what with all the unrest of late within Japan… well, he definitely did not want his thoughts to go down that road. Being already on-edge of late was an understatement; he did not need to add to it. Looking down, distressed, he began pulling at a thread that had come loose from one of his sleeves.

Miroku just watched for a few moments, concern building, “How long has it been now since Lord Sesshomaru’s last visit?”

Inuyasha whispered… “To long.”

Miroku worried for his friend. The past five years had been excruciating to watch without any clue how he and Sango could ease Inuyasha’s burden, except to be there to help pick up the pieces. The short and sweet visits from the DaiYoki would ease Inuyasha’s torment, but only for short periods of time and then he would plummet from his high like a shooting star.

If one had speculated at the turn of events since Naraku’s destruction, this would not have been one of the possible outcomes. Now, though the biggest cause of Inuyasha’s despair lye in ashes within the pyre he currently stared at, yet the pain continued. It just was not fair. His friend and comrade disserved… no, had earned happiness. He indeed believed Inuyasha’s sibling would arrive to make good on his promise, he just knew not when, and secretly he hoped it was not too much longer, or Kami help them, it could end up being to late.

“Come Inuyasha, Sango is preparing the morning meal. Come and break the fast with your friends… and family.” Again he squeezed Inuyasha’s shoulder. “Sitting vigil will not bring your mate any sooner than he will be.”

“I am not hungry Miroku.” Inuyasha responded, not breaking his posture, nor fiddling with his sleeve Miroku noticed. “You go ahead. I will return before long.”

Miroku hesitated, and then disconcertedly began to rise only to be stopped by an insistent grip on his arm.

Inuyasha pulled him into a hug, startling the monk; this was so uncharacteristically vulnerable for Inuyasha. “You have been a good friend Hoshi.” Releasing him and looking into brown compassionate eyes added, “I do not know what I would have done if you and Sango…”

Miroku raised a hand and smiled, “No need to thank us Inuyasha, you have ever been there for us in turn. That is how friends and family are.” A brilliant smile crossed the monks face and he patted the shoulder he had been gripping earlier, “Do not dally to long Inuyasha. You have to eat.” And in a low voice chuckled, “After all, five years has pent up plenty of…. Um” And here the monk took on more of a leer, “frustration…” a wink, “if you know what I mean.”

Inuyasha slapped the monk across the shoulder, “Keh… Hentai.” And as the monk started to leave, raised his voice so that the entire forest could probably hear, “I wonder how Sango puts up with you perversions!”

Miroku laughed impishly, “Oh you have no idea Inuyasha… The utter beauty of our relationship is in our compatibility.”

With that and a groan Inuyasha waved away his one true friend, “More information than I needed Hoshi-san!”

With that, Inuyasha reclined in the grass cushioning his weight with hands clasped behind his head and tried to immerse him self in positive memories instead of focusing on the negative, as was his want for the past week. ~hell, he thought, for the past 5 years!~

Closing his eyes he allowed his mind to continue exploring his life.

~Where had he left off? Oya, hai…

Sesshomaru…

It certainly was a long road they had traveled in a few short years, from adversarial beginnings, to their present state. Looking back, Inuyasha surprised even himself as to how quickly his own heart had changed, let alone his aniki’s. He never even dared dream of this, being accepted, hai… but this?
This is what he had imagined his parents had felt for one another, what he always thought Koi felt like. Whenever his okaasan would talk of his oto:san, she would get this far away look in her mist filled eyes. Okaasan would become animated; telling him fantastic stories of the Great Inu no Taisho’s exploits. How he was a hero to the people of the West, an honored warrior who would remain undefeated, until the end, when he would give his life for his koishii and musuko.

Inuyasha never felt a passion such as he come to believe his parents shared. Oh, he loved Kikyo, and then Kagome, but his feelings never transcended that of a love for maybe a sibling or a close friend. He thought both times that his feelings would grow, but as much as he tried, it proved futile. Neither woman would understand his inability to take the relationship further, he was not sure himself. It was not that he did not try. Kami knows he did, but no matter how hard he did… his affection would not deepen.

Then along come his Maru and his world turned upside down. In the beginning he was bombarded with a plethora of emotions; anger, rivalry, jealousy, revenge, even shame and sadness toward his aniki. So, Inuyasha did the only thing he knew to do. He lashed out. He allowed the torment dictate his responses. Inuyasha would taunt his sibling every chance he got… goad the mighty ‘ice prince’ into a fight. It was not as if he felt unjustified. He saw the Great DaiYokai of the Western Lands as a pompous, spoiled, conceited and prejudiced donkey’s arse.

Yet at the same time, there was such a yearning to belong and need for acceptance, it was literally painful. It hurt. This duality would only serve to fuel his resolve to best the yaro in any way, shape or form.

As life marched on however, Inuyasha noticed the relationship changing. It was when Sesshomaru realized the importance the Tetsusaiga would wield in the hanyo’s life, keeping his Yokai manageable and the fact that the fight against Naraku would take a team effort rather than trying to bring the evil yaro down separately. They pooled their resources and in doing so, they would form an accord, an unwritten truce between the siblings.

Sesshomaru would soon offer their ancestral home as refuge in between the fighting and to train the half-demon in the art of warfare. The more Inuyasha spent in the company of his sibling, the more he would begin to change his opinion of the stoic ‘ice prince’. Slowly he would understand Sesshomaru’s behavior and he thought, his sibling was beginning to understand him in turn.

They would spend hours sparring within the dojo or in the outside pit only to cool down with walks or sitting relaxed, sipping sake and talking. In essence, gradually, repairing the damage that years of mutual animosity had wrought. The siblings were finding that they actually liked the other.

But the greatest turn of events in Inuyasha’s emotional state was his growing sexual attraction for the daiyokai. Although, if he were to be honest with himself, the appeal had always been there, just buried amongst so much angst.


Inuyasha grinned as he recalled the first time he became conscious of his awakening desires for his aniki. He could remember the day as if it was only yesterday…

The two had been sparring within the dojo. Sesshomaru was standing at the jug of spring water used for drinking, his alabaster skin aglow with his sweat. He had just complimented Inuyasha on his improvements which left the hanyo agape. As he stood there mouth open and thoughts askew he fixated on one drop of sweat in particular. It traversed off of Sesshomaru’s chin to splash upon that alabaster skin, over a peaked rosy nipple and slide provocatively down muscled abdominals and finally to disappear at the waistband of his silk hakama. Inuyasha’s eyes stopped at the low sitting waistband where in profile, he could see the bulge that defined Sesshomaru’s sex, the swell of his backside, the magenta markings that curled at his hips and disappeared to Kami only knew where. He felt his breath hitch and the sudden ache in his own groin, swallowing hard.

Subconsciously Inuyasha reached with one hand to slowly stroke his growing erection through his fire rat hakama. Kami, Sesshomaru was sex personified Inuyasha thought as he continued his ministrations, the fabric rubbing against his staff a poor substitute, but with a little imagination, he could bring himself some relief.

With his other hand he untied the hakama and reached within to grasp his burgeoning pole, pulling down the foreskin to tease the glistening head. His back arched slightly as he continued to envision his aniki, pretending the hand that administered to him was the hand of his koi’s… remembering every erotic image…

Even while the great daiyokai ate he could illicit a moan of need from Inuyasha… the way his tongue would lick a clawed finger, divesting the digit of any lingering food. The voluptuously full lips… the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed… by the Gods he wanted his sibling!

Inuyasha stroked the loose skin of his sex, catching his breath with every down-stroke and memory he could conjure to fuel his desire. The orbs beneath his sex began to tighten as his stomach constricted.

Feeling his impending release, Inuyasha’s back bowed and with a final tug, he shivered and moaned… “Sesshomaruuuuuuuuu…” as his seed spurted, covering the ground between his spread thighs.

Gently the hanyo pet his spent member and sighed deeply, comforting him self as he came down from his orgasm. Tucking his sex back into his hakama's he righted himself to stare back at the funeral pyre…
“I do not know if I can ever forgive you for what you have done.” He declared to its ashes, “Just know, where ever you are that from this day forth, you can never hurt me again, you are no longer in my thoughts. I banish you, forever.”

Inuyasha stood proudly, brushing off his fire rat koromo and turned towards the path that would lead him back to Miroku and Sango’s home.

His eyes widened and a small yip could barely be heard from the back of his throat where his heart suddenly leaped….

“Sesshomaru…”


Translations: which are all in Japanese unless otherwise stated


hōshi - low-ranking, itinerant monk
daiyōkai /daiyoki - great yokai
Hōjō Sōun -clan that rose in power within the Izu province in 1493
koibito/koi -lover/love
koishii -dearly beloved
ototo -younger brother -also: kei
aniki /ani -older brother
hanyō / hanyo / hanyou -half demon
Sensei / Kyushu -advanced teacher (martial arts teacher)
yaro/jiji -bastard (jiji can mean old geezer as well)
yōkai -demon, spirit, monster
musuko -son
hakama -traditional “flowing” pants
koromo/kimono -clothes , literally means “thing to wear” although now used to describe a robe such as the Chinese ‘yi’
Tetsusaiga -Inuyasha’s sword, second sword made from his fathers fang, Tessaiga, “Iron Crushing Fang”
hai -yes
ara / oya -oh!

Whoa... had to go back after posting this cause I forgot to answer your latest reviews... my bad...*spank, spank*

Izzanami:

Thank you so much for the kudo's, I'm glad your enjoying the fic so far. :) As for Kagome... well, the story is still unfolding about her so I don't want to say to much... except not all is at it seems.

Nikki:

So true, the Inu brother's friggin' RULE !! And thank you for reading... hopefully I don't disappoint :)

Ayla:

For the past couple chapters I've actually posted the whole thing on LJ... but those reading only on the LJ has missed out on some info in the first 2 and totally missed out on the 3rd, which I didn't post on there at all due to the fact that there was no sex in the entire chapter. I can't guarentee that there won't be other chapters missing on LJ from here on out for that reason either. :/ But thank you for choosing to read aff's version :) Ahhhh, Kagome... Listen, for those of you who like her... there is no insult meant in anything I write now or in the future... but the Kagome in my fic(s) will never be the sweet innocent that the manga/anime or fan-fiction writers may see her as... sorry, but that's just me.

Casey:

Ahhhhh, you may want to go back... Sesshomaru nor Inuyasha called what he did rape. It was 'Kagome' who says he "forced himself upon her." Now... granted, to you and me, that is 'rape', but to an yokai... anyway... I hope you reserve judgement and stick with me... you may be a bit surprised. Right now I don't want to say to much because the episode is not yet resolved. :) Am glad you found the rest of the chapter enjoyable however. :)