The Last of Their Kind

The scent drifted to his nose, hated, yet intriguing. He casually looked at his friends who were setting up camp for the night. They’d failed to find a town that would allow their unusual group to stay within their walls so with nightfall coming, they’d stopped in a small stand of trees for protection. His gold eyes fixed on Kagome, but her image was suddenly superimposed by Kikyo’s, making him shake his head. The double vision came on him now and then, and he hated it more and more. Kikyo and Kagome were not the same woman, no matter what Kaede or anyone else said.

When had things gotten so complicated? Why had this happened to him; was he just unprepared for love and soft emotions? Why didn’t he just accept that he wasn’t allowed to love; everyone he loved died or was torn from him…

The scent drifted by again. He was still downwind of him, but they were too close and could be detected just as easily. His shoulders stiffened as a daring idea came to him… Preempt the strike that was sure to follow being scented…

“Inuyashaaah!” Kagome called. She watched as his head snapped up to stare at her. She had been walking towards him, and she hesitated under his glare. “Ano… Do you want some noodles tonight?” she continued timidly. She knew that glare meant he was snappy at best, still she could always control him with the rosary …

“No, thanks. I just need some privacy. I’ll be back later, Kagome,” he said quietly. ‘I hope I will at least…’

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Sesshomaru shifted away from the small sparse campfire that Jaken and Rin had set up. He felt restless and he thought a good run would help. He had not fought or stretched himself for a few weeks now. Cracking his neck, he slid into the shadows and headed for the grassy plain at the edge of the forest. Just as he set foot outside the tree line, he sensed another presence and it was so close it was almost on top of him. He drew Tokijin and blocking the attack, he blinked in shock as he recognized the sword he had just blocked.

“Tessaiga? What foolishness is this, Inuyasha? You can't think to defeat me; you know that’s not possible for someone like you,” he said curiously, shoving his sibling’s sword back, and bracing himself for another attack.

Inuyasha smirked, revealing a fang insolently. “Sure, keep saying that, Sesshomaru. I’ve beaten you every single time we’ve fought, why shouldn’t I expect that I can beat you this last time?” he slung the massive blade over his shoulder and lifted a brow at his somewhat baffled older brother.

Sesshomaru tilted his head down, eyes shifting to Inuyasha’s bare feet. His eyes then drifted back up the younger males form, taking in the red cloth of his clothing, the saffron colored shirt under his haori, and the clawed hands. He took in the whiteness of his brother’s hair and genki ears, before settling on the boy’s face. Though he’d never tell Inuyasha the truth, he looked startlingly like their father, in some ways more so than Sesshomaru, himself did. There were times when the hatred Sesshomaru felt for his sibling waned enough that he wanted to try and improve the boy. To force him into a river for an hour and then dress him as befitted the second son of such a powerful being as their father had been. Maybe he could stop this fire of anger from consuming him, if Inuyasha looked worthy of the respect that had been reluctantly forced into Sesshomaru’s mind…

So deep in his musing was he, that when Inuyasha rushed at him he barely blocked the attack, and actually stepped backwards under Tessaiga’s offensive. The fang-forged swords rang as Inuyasha used a new technique on his brother; he rained down blows as quickly and accurately as he could swing his sword. Sesshomaru blocked the blows and was stunned when he felt them rattling his arm. He danced backwards, then rushed in, slashing with Tokijin’s considerable power, and yet it was inexplicably deflected by Tessaiga’s. The brothers closed in repeatedly, ignoring the occasional cuts and buffeting they received from the screaming sword auras. They were surprised at how this fight was unfurling itself, yet each refused to show it.

Then Inuyasha got a good swing at Sesshomaru’s hand and cut it off at the wrist. The hanyou froze in confused shock as Sesshomaru stumbled backwards; fire blazing in his eyes. His youki flared as he knelt and stared at the dismembered hand which was still clutching Tokijin a few yards away. All he had to do was place the stump of his arm to the appendage; the hand would simply reattach and then he’d kill his cursed sibling once and for all…

Except Inuyasha walked over and rested the tip of Tessaiga upon Tokijin, staring down at the bloodless, severed hand. Tokijin shuddered and then lay still, obviously cowed by its sudden defeat. Sesshomaru froze, an unaccustomed fear icing his veins. If his brother destroyed his hand… it had been hard enough learning to live as a warrior with only one arm, but trying to replace that arm had shown him the futility that would accompany replacing his hand. He would become dependant on Jaken and Rin, and he’d have to forget his vengeance upon Naraku… he was now useless…

Inuyasha knelt, and picking the hand up, he tugged it free of the sword handle and shivering with unnamed emotions, he looked closely at the graceful fingers and deadly claws. Then he jammed Tessaiga into the ground and staring blindly, he traced a claw down the two adorning stripes on the heel of the hand. He felt… strange. He’d finally defeated his brother, but it was a hollow victory at best. He felt like a criminal, like he’d committed a wrongdoing, and he didn’t like it one bit. Slowly he looked up at the seething Sesshomaru. For once, he really searched the youkai’s face. And this time he saw through the proud and aloof façade. His brother was frightened. He could smell it, and see it in his eyes. Sesshomaru had dropped his right arm so his long sleeve covered his indignity, yet why bother; they both knew what he was hiding.

Sesshomaru’s anger was raging, and yet a strange calm was also descending over him. He daydreamed about leaving now, and just walking away. He was sure he could find a fitting place to die, alone and peaceful in the new realization of just why their father had acted as if Inuyasha was the heir, and not his firstborn son. Sesshomaru felt himself going cold, not realizing he was bleeding badly from the avulsion. He just felt resignation and a sort of epiphany about his little brother. He stood there staring, and Inuyasha returned his gaze.

“You’ve finally defeated me in an equal fight. I see now, why you are…” he briefly paused. “Good bye Inuyasha. Please tell Rin to find a place to call home,” he said softly. Then he turned, and started walking towards the mountains in the distance. He knew they were riddled with demons just ready to feed on someone like himself; they’d absorb his power and he’d find oblivion.

Inuyasha gaped at his brother then flushed with anger that was directed at himself. He’d more than defeated Sesshomaru; he’d destroyed him with one lucky blow. All of their fights came back to haunt him. After his two “visits”, Sesshomaru had fought him to a certain point, before backing down, and leaving him alive and mostly unharmed. He now knew that Sesshomaru had come to Kagome to explain that she had to make sure his hand never left Tessaiga in battle. In fact, his brother had actually saved Inuyasha’s life several times although he denied it. What had possessed him to attack his brother, who had shown no real desire to kill him in at least a year?

Sesshomaru had sunk so far into his withdrawal that he didn’t hear Inuyasha’s approach. The bleeding had stopped at last, thanks to his metabolism, but he hardly cared anymore. He bumped blindly into his younger brother when the young hanyou planted himself in the youkai’s path. Sesshomaru lifted his eyes slowly, their golden color now a flat yellow like any street cur’s, to meet his brother’s gaze.

“Sesshomaru, I am sorry, I didn’t… understand. I can't let you go on maimed this way; here,” Inuyasha held out the hand, but the demon simply stared at it. The boy blinked as well, then took his brother’s elbow and lifted his arm. Sesshomaru jerked his arm backwards, frowning slightly.

“What are you doing, Inuyasha? Don’t touch me,” he said, the familiar growl tinting his voice, and Inuyasha huffed in return. Try and help a guy… the hanyou grabbed the arm again and also growled in warning.

“I’m trying to put this damn hand back! We’re both demons and we both know it’ll just reattach, so be still!” he said.

Sesshomaru glared at him unbelievingly. Why on earth would Inuyasha give his hand back, when they both knew he’d take this indignity out of the hanyou’s hide? Yet the younger male was shoving his sleeve back and staring at the severed hand warily.

“Will it go back the way it should or will it have to be cut off again and redone?” his brother asked curiously.

Sesshomaru opened his mouth indignantly and then paused. He felt like laughing over the absurdity of the situation. Would the hand go back or did it need to be positioned just so…? “Good question. I assumed that like the arms I tried to replace this left arm with, it would just adjust itself,” he said and chuckled. It was damn silly when he thought about it. He couldn’t help it and he didn’t even know why he was laughing, yet it burst out of him anyway. Chuckling, he shook his head as Inuyasha back off warily. Sesshomaru held his arm out, trying to encourage his brother to come forward and replace his missing appendage. The hanyou eyed his older brother nervously as he held the severed hand in place. The tendons and muscles sprang forth and wound together once more, and then the seam closed and faded until to human eyes the arm was whole. Though Inuyasha could see the hairline scar and still felt the shame of his action, Sesshomaru, however, was laughing with near hysteria. The youkai lifted his hand and curled his fingers into a fist, before waving them out, and shaking his head; he looked up at his brother and nodded, all the while gasping for air.

“All right, Inuyasha. You won round one…”

Inuyasha blinked, and then felt himself flying through the air, and his jaw was throbbing with pain from where Sesshomaru had punched him. “Damn you, Sesshomaru!” he snapped, then winced; his jaw felt broken. ‘What a jerk!’ he thought as he flipped and landed, only to sense Sesshomaru was behind him. Inuyasha spun and Sesshomaru got in a blow to his chest, making him sail over backwards and land in the dirt. He grabbed his bruised chest and wheezed. Dammit, he should never have given that hand back! Again his brother lifted him to his feet and before he could double over in pain, Sesshomaru punched him square in the face. He fell and landed on his butt and grabbed his nose, which he was pleased to find was not broken despite the power of that blow. He sat there and glared daggers at Sesshomaru and yelped when he saw the reattached hand reach out towards him making him ducked despite himself. He groaned as he felt the fingers curl into his hair only to haul him up by the white locks and toss him up into the air painfully. Inuyasha flailed and tried to right himself midair but got a solid kick to his rear and flew again, tumbling across the ground. He rolled to his side and whimpered in agony, even as his body began to heal; his jaw was already barely a dull ache in his head. He suddenly realized Sesshomaru had never hit him this hard before. So he’d been right, Sesshomaru had stopped trying to kill him, but when, and why?

Sesshomaru walked over to their abandoned swords and retrieved Tokijin, sliding it into place in his obi. Then he took Tessaiga and ignoring the crackling of the offended barrier upon the blade, brought it to Inuyasha. The younger male eyed it and his brother with trepidation. However, he also smelled burning demon flesh and then he realized just what the gesture was costing his brother. He growled. Beating or not, he hadn’t given that hand back just to watch it get burned off!

“Drop it, Sesshomaru. It’s burning you to ashes; I said drop it! ” he commanded as he painfully rolled to his feet.

Sesshomaru smiled serenely and handed it to him. “Hai. I know, and it felt good, that pain, because I have a hand to feel it… I do not understand why you’d help Sesshomaru regain his pride this way. But… this Sesshomaru thanks you, Inuyasha.” His voice had dropped until it was a mere whisper, but to the astonished Inuyasha, it may as well have been a shout.

Facetiously, he stepped forward and pressed his hand to Sesshomaru’s crescent-adorned forehead. “You feeling okay? Or did losing all that blood make you nuts? You never cared to thank me for anything before…” he said.

The brothers froze at the sudden and soft touch; the very first time they’d ever touched without intent to harm or kill each other. Inuyasha found Sesshomaru’s skin was cool and soft to the touch; the crescent marking seemed to be slightly raised and was definitely warmer than the rest of his skin. But that wasn’t what made Inuyasha pause, it was rather the instant shiver that ran over his skin and the warmth that flared in his blood that made him stare at his brother with confusion.

Sesshomaru also felt a similar response. His brother’s hand felt warm and surprisingly soft despite the small calluses from wielding a six-foot long sword non-stop. His nostrils flared as he watched Inuyasha flush with equally confused emotions. What was this that was possessing them? The youkai couldn’t help moving his head ever so slightly, so Inuyasha’s fingers seemed to caress his forehead. Sesshomaru watched the blush deepen on his brother’s cheeks as the hanyou’s frame shivered.

Sesshomaru was hardly a virgin, but he knew instantly that his brother certainly was. Somehow it didn’t matter to him as something was urging him to take his little brother… He was shocked when he saw Inuyasha’s eyes flash red and blue for an instant before the young hanyou leaned up along his body to kiss him. Sesshomaru didn’t fight him; on the contrary, heeding the current between them, he slung his arm around Inuyasha’s slight frame and pulled him closer. His mouth opened for the hanyou’s questing tongue, expertly drawing him in, and twining his own long tongue around it, sucking it sensuously.

Inuyasha moaned into his brother’s mouth. He was confused by the chills that broke out on his skin when he felt his brother’s tongue curl around his own and he found himself unwilling to draw away.

Sesshomaru felt one of his brother’s hand wind into his hair as the other snaked around behind him to clasp his shoulders. He in turn slid his hand down to grasp his brother’s tight ass and smirked against Inuyasha’s demanding mouth. “Easy… I am not going anywhere for a while, ” he said quietly. The slender body against his trembled, and he wondered if it was delight or fear that made the boy quiver. He didn't really care; right now, all he cared about was how his skin prickled with sensation from the slight contact they had between then. He found he had no inclination to fight whatever instinct it was that was driving them this way and he suspected his younger brother felt the same way. Sighing softly, Sesshomaru nuzzled Inuyasha’s face aside and licked his cheek, dropping his face to lick and nibble along his younger brother’s neck and jaw.

Inuyasha made a softly strangled noise as hot and cold washed over him in waves. He dug his claws into Sesshomaru’s flesh as he fell further under the spell his instincts were weaving around him. He came around slightly when his hands hit the bone plates of Sesshomaru’s demonic armor. Without a thought, he skillfully unlaced the sides and tugged it loose, while scrabbling to untie the obi; his eyes screwed shut the entire time.

Sesshomaru was reluctant to step back however, even to let the armor slide down his hips but since Inuyasha was so eager, he felt he had to oblige.

Inuyasha held Sesshomaru’s head to his neck after he noticed the armor had dropped away from his brother’s body. Not realizing he had held his breath, he gulped for air, as lightheadedness washed over him.

Sesshomaru deftly untied Inuyasha’s hakama and then wormed his hand under the heavy silk of the inner kimono that he wore under the fire-rat haori. Inuyasha’s eyes opened at the touch; never before had he been touched like this, and he marveled at the softness of the caress. It felt good and it made him shiver with delight as Sesshomaru’s claws flicked, before pinching his nipples. He suddenly felt hot, despite the cool evening air, and pulled his haori and shirt off at once.

In an instant Sesshomaru had slid his hand around his brother and grabbed a handful of the hanyou’s long white hair, tugging it, and forcing his brother to arch his head back sharply, exposing his neck. Inuyasha grabbed his brother’s shoulders for balance and stared upwards as Sesshomaru traced his collarbones with his tongue and fangs, and then pulled harder on his hair, causing the hanyou to arch his back even harder. He wrapped his mouth around Inuyasha’s right nipple and sucked, flicking his tongue against the little nub until it hardened. The low moan that emanated from his little brother’s throat was gratifying, and greatly thrilled him.

Inuyasha bit his lower lip as his bones started to melt and his blood boiled. He relaxed and followed Sesshomaru’s lead as the youkai slowly dropped them to their knees. Sesshomaru then perched himself over Inuyasha’s thighs, his hand releasing his brother’s hair to delve into the hanyou’s loosened hakama…

“Sesshomaru!?” Inuyasha cried when he felt his brother’s hand wrap around his stiffening member, before the youkai started stroking it smoothly.

Sesshomaru chuckled. “Yes, Inuyasha?” he purred before he squeezed and released his brother’s penis. Then he reached further down and kneaded the boy’s testicles, drawing another confused cry from him. The hanyou whined and writhed as Sesshomaru alternated between stroking and squeezing, his mouth wandering hungrily over his brother’s chest and neck.

Inuyasha stiffened as he nudged his hips into Sesshomaru’s stroking. His skin felt like it was too tight, and it was almost as if he was going to burst out of it any second. Inuyasha was still clinging to his brother’s shoulders, when Sesshomaru lifted his head and nibbled the hanyou’s lower lip.

“What is wrong, Inuyasha? Don’t you like it?” he purred against his brothers lips.

Inuyasha’s eyelashes fluttered as he moaned and shook his head. “I feel so tense… and hot…” he gasped.

Sesshomaru dipped his tongue into Inuyasha’s mouth and rubbed the pearls of precum down his brother’s aching shaft, before Inuyasha’s hands suddenly dropped to encircle his brother’s hand, moving it faster over himself with a whine. Sesshomaru smirked at that, and reached up to lick the edge of Inuyasha’s velvety soft ear…

Inuyasha felt himself go even more rigid with pleasure and he bit his lower lip as fire raced through his veins then exploded in his belly; his body throbbing and shaking with ecstasy. Sesshomaru watched the boy’s pale cheeks flush as his body jerked from the force of his orgasm and he smiled faintly when his brother stared sightlessly back into his face. Then Inuyasha slumped bonelessly against his brother; while the fire in his blood and his vision faded, the pleasure lingered on.

Sesshomaru shifted them both, so that the hanyou leaned against his shoulder, and he licked Inuyasha’s cum from his fingers before sliding his still sticky fingers into the hanyou’s mouth. Inuyasha then unthinkingly sucked his own essence from Sesshomaru’s digits; licking and scraping his teeth against his brother’s fingertips.

Sesshomaru felt his still simmering arousal, rising even more, at the sight of his innocent little brother performing this perverse little act. Leaning closer to him, Sesshomaru nuzzled his cheek, before purring into his ear, “You are responsive, very responsive, Inuyasha… I would never have guessed.” The hanyou’s ear twitched at the touch of his breath blowing over it, so Sesshomaru breathed into it again.

Inuyasha shivered and looked up at him, eyes still glazed with desire and curiosity. “Sesshomaru, you… I… I want to touch you now…” he purred and nipped his brother’s chin.

Sesshomaru lifted a sleek brow but laid back at the gentle push on his shoulders. He watched as Inuyasha smirked and stood over him. He eyed his brother languidly as the boy removed his loosened hakama, then kneeling before him, he tugged Sesshomaru’s boots off; he wondered if his hakama would soon follow. Sesshomaru looked him over openly, taking in his slender yet strong build, his long graceful legs and sleek flanks. The recent fighting had left a few bruises and cuts on him, but they hardly affected the boy’s undeniable beauty. On the contrary, those marks made Sesshomaru feel possessive of that pale, virginal flesh, as if he’d marked him as his. He realized that Inuyasha was watching him look and he noted that his brother seemed to like it. He watched as Inuyasha knelt before him again as he tugged Sesshomaru’s haori and shirt off, before reaching down to untie the youkai’s pants. Ever so slowly Inuyasha tugged them over his sleek hips and down his powerful yet shapely legs. As beautiful and feminine as he appeared, there was no mistaking it now, that Sesshomaru was fully male; he’d been hiding a lithe yet powerful physique under those stiff silks and youkai-bone armor plates.

Inuyasha’s eye fell on the huge fur; he grabbed it and doubled it up before pushing it under Sesshomaru’s shoulders. For his part, Sesshomaru was surprised at how arousing the hanyou’s actions were. He felt some impatience, but he was also quite curious to know how Inuyasha would proceed and what he would or would not do. He didn't have to wait long; Inuyasha knelt between his knees and leaned forward to kiss him deeply, all hesitation and shyness gone. His hands slid along the outsides of Sesshomaru’s knees and thighs as he explored the inside of the youkai’s mouth with his tongue, and Sesshomaru found his brother’s lips soft and slippery. Inuyasha made Sesshomaru shiver with delight at the sensation of his brother’s claws tickling up his legs, and kissed him back, his own tongue warring with his brother’s.

Inuyasha inched closer, his hands sliding up to the youkai’s hips. He noticed Sesshomaru had stripes that encircled his hips and he gently traced a claw over them. His fingertips and claws were gentle as he drew circles on his hips, and he was rewarded with a shiver from his aloof brother. Sesshomaru almost gasped at the shock of pleasure that shook him when Inuyasha stroked his stripes. He was pleased that his brother had made the realization of how sensitive the markings were. It was obvious Inuyasha wanted to pleasure him and the thought pleased him. His manhood sprang from his lap and he grasped the boy’s wrist, as he gently guided his hand to it.

Inuyasha broke the kiss with a gasp as he wrapped his hand around his brother’s shaft and squeezed. He felt the tiniest flush of shame at what he was doing, but it was nothing compared to the thrill of power that washed him as Sesshomaru’s eyes lost focus and half closed, his lips parting as his tongue darted out to lick them. The powerful, deadly, beautiful youkai before him was totally his for this moment… and he loved it. Inuyasha moved his hand down to the thick base of his brother’s manhood and then back up to its tip slowly, his hand loose rather than tight on the firm length. The hanyou kept his touch soft and caressing, instead of hard and insistent, and he was pleased to discover this was incredibly stimulating to Sesshomaru.

Sesshomaru’s skin prickled and his breath quickened as the hand around him moved with agonizing gentleness. His body flexed at each downward slide of his brother’s hand and shivers of pleasure rushed over him with each upward stoke. Inuyasha looked down watching his hand, before flicking his eyes back up to Sesshomaru’s flushed face. Inspiration hit and he shifted so that he could also lie on the discarded silks of their clothes. He nuzzled Sesshomaru's sleek flanks, his tongue darting in and out to lick his brother’s slightly damp skin.

Sesshomaru tilted his head down to watch Inuyasha, breathing shallowly. His need was rising hard, making his heart thud in his chest and his blood race. His member throbbed insistently, moving in Inuyasha's hand on its own. He smiled ruefully to himself as he noticed the hanyou smirking, each one silently acknowledging that the hanyou had the power for once.

Sesshomaru’s nostrils flared when Inuyasha licked him from base to tip, before taking the head of his manhood into his mouth, his fangs scraping the delicate skin with a hint of danger. His belly hitched when the hanyou changed his focus from licking to sucking, as he created a strange but enticing rhythm for Sesshomaru’s enjoyment. His brother’s hand moved in sync with the rhythm set by his mouth. Sesshomaru then slid his hand tenderly along Inuyasha’s cheek and cupped it, his eyes glowing softly in the haze of his lust.

Inuyasha didn't dare look up into the youkai’s face; no matter what he saw, he was positive it would be frightening. Love or hate, distain, smug superiority, any glimpse of emotion playing across his brother’s face would have made his hands freeze along with his heart, and closing his eyes, the hanyou refocused his attention on giving his elder brother pleasure.

Sesshomaru felt his groin tightening, and he desperately wanted to urge his brother to move faster and suckle him harder; as if on cue, Inuyasha did both. He could feel his brother sucking his shaft deep and hard, the hanyou deftly using his hand to add stimulation, while his other hand cupped and kneaded his balls. Sesshomaru cried out softly and his head fell back as his body faded away, with only the pleasure racing in his veins feeling real.

Inuyasha heard the sound and felt his brother’s thighs trembling against his sides. His head moved faster as his brother’s soft moaning, urging him on. He felt Sesshomaru’s claws dig into his skin hard while his brother’s shaft pulsed in his mouth. His ears twitched when a ragged moan erupted from deep within Sesshomaru’s chest. Inuyasha sucked him as deep as his mouth would allow, feeling the eruption against his throat as he swallowed his brother’s seed.

The youkai’s bones melted as he shuddered, the pleasure he felt making him see a red flash. His back arched and strained as he growled to hold in a more open sound of ecstasy.

Inuyasha suckled harder, moving his hand slowly up and down, before he pulled back to swirl his tongue over the head. He felt Sesshomaru’s body shake and this time the youkai moaned louder, as blood trickled from the corners of his mouth where he’d bitten his tongue to stop his cries. With alarming suddenness Sesshomaru fell back, gasping and sweating, while Inuyasha pulled his mouth away and looked up at him.

Sesshomaru’s pale cheeks were flushed and his lips parted as he breathed hard, eyes closed lightly. Inuyasha blinked and slowly slithered up his slick flesh, but waited warily in case he wasn’t welcome. His brother’s arm lifted and pulled him to his side…

“There is more… when the moon rises… we’ll be ready, Inuyasha… rest your mind for now…” his claws glowed bright green, making Inuyasha gasp in shock. The poison bathed his face, sucked into his lungs and ate everything it touched. The hanyou collapsed as his body demanded he sleep to recover…

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