Penetration

In This Chapter: Language, Violence (a little)

Chapter 7

The two inuyoukai hit the ground in a wild tangle of long limbs and slashing claws. Menacing growls rumbled deep in their chests and snarls mingled in an ever-growing savage cacophony, decorum forgotten and discarded. Blood stained the grass and went ignored as it spattered cloth both red and white while the two dog demons rolled across the ground, struggling for purchase, battling for dominance.

Claws cut into Inuyasha's upper arm, slicing his skin for the umpteenth time, and he hissed. The fucker had gotten him so many times, he was almost choking on the scent of his own blood. Just like the last time they'd fought, he was outmatched, as much as it pissed him off to admit it. He hadn't even managed to give the bastard more than a nick yet. When a ribbon of red suddenly streaked through Sesshomaru's furious eyes, Inuyasha began to feel that perhaps attacking his brother while he was already injured hadn't been the smartest decision he'd ever made.

Inuyasha fought with new determination, so focused on that thought, on winning - on surviving - that he failed to notice that Sesshomaru's claws never once sunk into sensitive flesh or tore through to his vitals.

It seemed to go on for a small eternity for Inuyasha, but in reality, the scuffle was over in a matter of minutes. The hanyou found himself pinned by a squeezing hand around his throat, choking his air supply. He bared his teeth and instinctively gripped Sesshomaru's wrist with both hands and tried to pull it away, but the limb was like iron, heavy and immovable, even when his claws dug in enough to make trails of blood run down Sesshomaru's pale skin.

The daiyoukai ignored this, glaring down at Inuyasha with crimson-streaked eyes and fangs bared in an atypical animalistic display. Inuyasha took a moment to properly assess the situation and figure out how the fuck to get away with his innards still in place. It was then that Inuyasha uncovered the truth about their current position. Not only did the fucker have him by the throat, he was also sitting on him. Across his hips. All of a sudden, Inuyasha could feel heat and pressure from Sesshomaru in a place he should really never be feeling it, and the hanyou bit his tongue, abruptly uncomfortable for more than one reason.

Inuyasha was by no means a stranger to the male form. The monk was good looking enough that, had he not been a lecherous fucker, Inuyasha may well have suggested they... help each other out, having been faced with two unattainable women as they had been. Ultimately, however, he'd decided that getting off wasn't worth getting groped, and really, he'd been doing the monk a favour. He could hit harder than Sango.

But this... this was something else.

Above him, Sesshomaru was flushed. Though the daiyoukai wasn't breathing heavily, it could have been exertion... or he just could be really fucking angry. Inuyasha sincerely hoped it was the former, since the last time Sesshomaru had been properly pissed at him, only Tetsusaiga had been keeping him from pushing up daisies. But the colour added animation to his brother's usually statuesque face, infusing it with an undeniable beauty he'd never noticed before.

Unable to tear his eyes away, Inuyasha's discomfort quickly escalated towards panic. What's wrong with you, you sick fuck!? a voice in his mind shouted. He's your brother! However, at the same time, a tinier voice reasoned that they'd never really seemed like brothers -

"Disgusting half-breed," Sesshomaru all but spat above him, cutting Inuyasha's thoughts short. "Have you no self-respect? Must you always behave in ways reminiscent of base beasts? If I had known what shame you would cause our noble line, I would have killed you at birth!"

Well, that sure as hell killed the fucking mood. Inuyasha was insulted, but unable to deny being a little relieved, too. His ears had flattened to his skull and been lost in his hair so quickly, they appeared almost to have vanished altogether, but he glared up at Sesshomaru nonetheless.

"I'm the disgusting one?" he retorted, managing to sound a decent amount incredulous. "I'm not the one straddling my brother, you great big pervert!" Pot calling the kettle black, he knew, but Sesshomaru didn't need to know how fucked up his thoughts had been. "And why the hell don't you, then? You like fucking reminding me all the time how easy I am to kill, but I'm still alive, ain't I?"

Inuyasha sucked in a quick breath as Sesshomaru's claws dug into his neck, instantly regretting running off his mouth again, because he had as much chance of getting away as Miroku did of not grabbing a girl's ass before Sesshomaru tore his throat out, but before he could thrash or buck or, hell, even scream, his brother's grip relaxed. Inuyasha watched, stumped, as the red bled out of the daiyoukai's eyes and he removed his hand altogether, shaking Inuyasha's hands away like irritating flies.

That eye-laughing Inuyasha hated so damn much found its way back to Sesshomaru's eyes. "Do not flatter yourself, Inuyasha," the daiyoukai said as he rose fluidly, his cool, calm composure falling back into place as effortlessly as his clothes and hair. The bastard wasn't even dirty even though he'd rolled around on the ground. "This Sesshomaru would never have sexual designs on a hanyou."

Inuyasha's ears and cheeks suddenly felt hot. Did Sesshomaru just say sexual? Seriously? After what had just happened and what perversion he'd just mindfucked himself with? He was damn glad telepathy wasn't part of an inuyoukai's skill set. Inuyasha quickly scrambled to his feet, rubbing a hand over his face to try and eliminate the faint blush.

"It's a good thing you don't. You're so assface ugly, no one would ever take you up on the offer." Lies, all of it. He had no doubt there were youkai all over the country who'd trip over themselves for a shot at Sesshomaru. Well... provided they didn't know his personality, anyway. "Is that why you're so uptight all the time? Never get any and it makes you bitter?"

Frustration slithered through Inuyasha when that damn laughter never once left Sesshomaru's eyes. It even looked like the bastard was smiling! "It seems to me that the true pervert is the one so interested in my sexual habits. Tell me, Inuyasha, is there some hidden purpose behind your questioning?"

Inuyasha felt his face begin to practically burn and hurriedly spun around to hide it, tucking his hands into his sleeves and scoffing. "You wish, asshole!" Fuck, where the hell had that come from? He was starting to believe Sesshomaru really did have telepathy at this rate! Change of topic. Definitely need a change of topic.

"Whatever. I'm leaving," he said, without turning back to face his brother. "And this is the last time I'm gonna tell you, Sesshomaru - don't stalk me, don't perv on me, don't come anywhere near me, or I'll fuck your shit up. Now leave me alone!"

With that, Inuyasha jumped into a tree and ran, definitely not like a coward, across the branches toward the village. Visiting the old bag didn't seem like such a bad idea right now... because he had injuries that could use tending to, even if they were healing on their own, and not because Sesshomaru hadn't come within a stone's throw of the village since he'd started his creepy stalker shit and Inuyasha just needed to be away from him. Preferably for enough time to figure out how to wash his brain of its unwelcome filth.

As he'd hoped, Sesshomaru wasn't following, but that didn't stop him feeling uneasy. The daiyoukai's eyes had never left him as he'd retreated, a look so intense he could almost still feel it long after he'd disappeared from sight.