Brother of Mine

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Brother of Mine
by scelerus animus

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My brother.

It sickens me to think of you.

Your wretched blood and your arrogant mannerisms; your idiocy to charge into things as the blood seems to rush out of your head; your snotty voice and those twitching white ears atop your head—all of this identifies you as the filthy hanyou that you are.

Wretched brother of mine, a curse upon these feudal lands—a disgusting, worthless half-breed. Neither the one nor the other. You belong nowhere. You have nowhere. From the minute that you sprouted from your vile mother’s loins, you were just there to be a disgraceful thorn in the side of all that is proper.

For you are not proper, dear brother. You are simply a costly mistake. A mistake between our father and a human wench… your ningen mother.

She disgusted me too when she lived. A worthless ningen able to bring down our father, the Great Taiyoukai of the West, to just barely a shadow of the great Inu Demon he had once been. Your disgusting mother, able to tear our father away from his rightful pureblooded mate… my mother.

She was a pure inu youkai and one that every Youkai Lord or less lusted after. Flowing with ethereal power, she was a heavenly beauty beyond any youkai or useless ningen can ever hope to imagine. She could have chose any mate she desired yet she chose our father, my brother.

What a mistake that was, dear brother of mine, wasn‘t it?

For he left her—his mate for life—for a pathetic human woman, that frail and delicate mortal wench, dear little brother.

Oh yes, little brother, you sicken me to no end.

You charge at me, Inuyasha, waving around your prized sword, Tetsusaiga, like the mindless fool, you are. The way you treat and abuse your sword—I am surprised you have not lost it already.

I can easily see why our father left that sword in your disgusting hands—since you would be pathetically helpless without it. Merely a weak hanyou who could not protect himself unless he had a big, shiny fang sword to swing carelessly around like an idiotic Neanderthal.

I smoothly dodge your haggard attacks with ease.

I train you, little brother. I train you now as I trained you when you were only a pup. I taught you how to fight, how to hunt.

What a disappointment you are to me.

And a soiled half-breed, as well.

My little brother.

You know what sickens me more than the thought of you?

Me, my little brother, me.

I am disgusted with myself. I sicken myself with thoughts so repulsive and wrong. But when have I ever done what is right, little brother? And do you know what makes it even more sickening?

You are my little brother.

You are a wretched dirty hanyou who shares the same blood as me, only yours is soiled with that of your ningen mother. Though only my half-brother, you are still my flesh and blood.

And I sicken myself of thoughts of you. Your dirty blood and glowing amber eyes.

I dodge another one of your meager attacks simply countering with my poison whip.

You are just a worthless half-breed who is welcomed nowhere.

Fifty years ago when you fell in love with a miko that ended in a tragedy, did it not little brother?

Yes… it did. And now her reincarnation faithfully battles beside you, already having fallen in love with you. I can smell it when she is around. I can see it in her eyes that so resemble your past lover.

And how it disgusts me.

And… infuriates me.

How I loathe you, little brother. Every single thing about you, inferior hanyou.

For, naturally, you are inferior to me, the Great Taiyoukai of the Western Lands. Your older brother.

I watch in immense pleasure as you suffer under the hands of this cruel world, which seems to greatly despise you.

I watched with pure delight as your heart cried out in anguish as your lover from fifty years past shot you with an arrow, believing you had betrayed her.

I watch in pure delight as your lover, now in present time, rips your heart to shreds every time you see her cold clay body.

She left you fifty years ago and she tries to destroy you now. Furthermore, not even her reincarnation will stay with you when the shards of the Shikon jewel you seek will be completed.

I know, little brother of mine, she will leave you because you cannot truly love her. For when you look at her you see your abominable dead lover. You see your dead miko, and it burns your weak human blood, which your oh-so generous mother has bestowed upon you, with pain, does it not brother?

I revel in the pain you feel, little brother. I revel in your unhappiness, your heartache. I revel in every misfortune, which has maliciously befallen you.

Why?

Because you, my younger brother, tear at me. You shred me. Your worthless blood, you glittering amber eyes, your pale skin that shines beneath the moon, which glares down at me with pallid brilliance tonight.

You taunt me with that smirk of yours. A glinting fang pokes out over you bottom lip. Your smooth lips of which I wish to devour beneath my own, little brother.

You raise your precious sword above your head, yelling out, “Bastard!”

And perhaps, I am a sick bastard.

A sick bastard that lusts after his own brother, Inuyasha.

I lust after your pale skin and tangled white hair. I lust after those pale lips that taunt me so with vulgar words.

I wish to make you bleed. I wish to drag my fangs across your flawless skin, creating dark crimson scars that bleed. I wish to make you writher beneath me as I show you why I am your superior.

I long for your heart, which you give to your two miko wenches.

I long for your wretched blood, your scarred skin.

I long for you, a disgusting worthless hanyou.

My flesh and blood, my little brother.

I desire to sink my fangs into that pale skin right beneath your collarbone, claming you as mine.

Marking you as mine and no one else’s.

I want—I need for you to belong to me and only me.

I disgust myself with such thoughts and longings for you, little brother.

It is not fit for the Western Lord to lust after his own little hanyou brother.

But I do not care. I do not care what the other Lords or anybody else for that matter would think if they were to find out. I am the great Taiyoukai of the West and I will do as I please. Their thoughts do not matter to me.

And I despise you, little brother, for that.

I would mark you as mine and scream it to all of the four lands.

I would scream it to all of the four lands that you, my little brother, belong to me—no matter how uncharacteristic that would be of me. And if anyone were to touch you, they would meet a slow and painful death by my poisoned claws.

When I had first heard that you had fallen in love with the miko that protected the Shikon no Tama I had wished to drive my claws into her heart and rip it out, watching with pure pleasure as her crimson ningen blood pooled around my feet . I wish to do that even now.

I wish to watch the blood pour from that reincarnation’s body, Kagome, until her pitiable life leaves her. Until she lives no more to follow you wherever you venture, hopelessly believing you might one day return her affections. Yes, I would watch her repulsive ningen blood pour from her feeble ningen body.

And how I would enjoy it. I would immensely enjoy watching the woman who has stolen your heart from me once again suffer a horrendous death at my claws.

You charge at me with the Tetsusaiga as I send the taijiya’s weapon back her rendering her unconscious.

“Sesshoumaru, you fuckin’ bastard!” you shout.

“Always the reckless one aren’t you, little brother?” I mock.

“Wind Scar!” you scream at me.

The attack comes toward me in blazing streaks of crackling yellow.

Foolish brother. You should now that I never repeat a mistake. Except for one, that is.

I dodge the attack and watch in delight as your eyes widen in horror. The attack is now heading straight toward the monk, the kit, and your lover’s reincarnation. The monk rushes in front of your past lover’s reincarnation and the small kit. You rush toward them screaming the reincarnation’s name.

But, my dear little brother, it is too late.

The Kaze no Kizu hits them enveloping them in a yellow light and I softly laugh.

You stare at their bodies lying lifelessly on the ground. You really are a pathetic half-breed, younger brother. Can you not smell that they are not dead, but merely unconscious.

“Inuyasha, get up off the ground, you pathetic hanyou. They are not dead,” I sneer at your hunched form.

Rapidly, you turn around, golden eyes blazing as they glare at me with unbridled hatred.

It is amusing how just a few simple words can get you so riled and angered.

Do you not know how that look affects me, younger brother?

You stand there glaring at me with such fierce intensity. You pale skin is flushed and you are breathing heavily, unshed tears in your eyes.

How I desire to taste that skin. How I desire to lick away those glistening tears. I wonder if they taste sweet.

How I wish to sink my fangs into that porcelain skin, causing you to bleed your dirty blood. I wonder if your blood would taste as sweet as your pearly tears. Or perhaps more delicious.

It disgusts me how you can do this to me, little brother, and have no idea.

It sickens me.

You sicken me with your unworthy half-human blood.

But yet, I still long for you to scream beneath my body in pleasurable pain. I want you to scream in my name in pleasure, in painful bliss.

In a blurry flash, I am standing in front of your flushed body, my claws sinking into your neck. A moment of weakness, little brother, and that is all it takes. The Tetsusaiga lies limply in your hand, having transformed to its original state.

You glare at me defiantly, your lip curling over a pointed fang. I watch this and my lust to devour your lips increases. Drops of blood leak from beneath my razor sharp nails as they pierce your pale skin.

Damn it, how I wish to make you mine right then and there.

“I’m goin’ t’ kill you, Sesshoumaru,” you spit out, glaring at me.

At this I let out a soft laugh silently watching you. You growl and your white fangs are revealed even more.

I stare at your lips, curved into a pout, my desire for you continuing to escalate.

“What the hell are you doing, Sesshoumaru!?” you growl, wariness and confusion apparent in your voice.

You seemed to have noticed my stare. Good, little brother. I want you to squirm in confusion, in uncertainty.

My eyes begin to become tinted with red, as they rake over your body, transfixed by your beauty.

For you are beautiful my little half-breed brother. One such as you shouldn’t possess such a beauty that could drive me to madness.

My only mistake of which I am destined to repeat is my desire for you, a worthless hanyou. My arrogant little brother.

“Sesshoumaru?!” you growl, your voice laced with anger and a… tentativeness that surprises me.

That growl is the last straw.

The rest of the idiots a part of your pitiful ragtag group are unconsciousness. Nobody is here to see my one mistake, my one fault…

I slam you against a tree and ravage your lips with my own. I bite down on your lower lip, effectively drawing the blood I have desired to taste for so long—your half demon blood, little brother.

It tastes just as disgusting as I had imagined and… just as bitter sweet, like honey.

Your blood overwhelms my senses. It is the incredible taste for which I have longed. And your lips are just as sweet and so very soft.

But I, your brother, Lord Sesshoumaru of the Western Lands am not gentle, am not soft.

I ravage your lips dragging and sinking my fangs into them. You are emotionless against me, shocked into a dazed stupor. You do not struggle or fight and that only proves to intensify my need.

I drag my fangs across your cheek and jaw, drawing your sweet ruby blood. And then I hear it.

“Sessh–Sesshoumaru wha–what the hell ar–are you doing?” The growl escapes your mouth as blood drips from your lips.

At this, I smirk meeting your amber gaze with my crimson one.

“What I want to, little brother,” I whisper, a low growl escaping my throat.

Surprise comes over your face, my brother, as I attack your lips once more, this time forcing my tongue into your mouth.

But now you don’t give in so easily. You do not try to fight me or push me away, but you respond to my challenge.

Ah, little brother, you could never resist a challenge.

You attack my mouth, growling feircely and… pleasurably.

That is a surprise.

Our tongues continue to battle and it is my time turn to growl as I feel a sharp fang dragged across my tongue. The taste of my blood is mixed with the sweet flavor of yours.

With another growl I assault the pale skin of your waiting neck. My claws vigorously dig into your arms ripping your fire-rat haori. My sharp teeth drag across your skin scarring it, marring it. More of your sweet, sweet blood pours down your glowing skin illuminated by the moon’s light.

I hear a soft moan as your own sharp claws shred my white haori sleeves. The smell of my blood staining your claws reaches my nose, but it is quickly dominated by your satisfying scent as I tear your haori off your shoulder and sink my fangs into your bare skin.

Another moan is heard and smirk while ravaging your shoulder. My hands tears at your pale skin as it wanders down to tease the waist of your pants. But sine I do not tease but take whatever I desire, brutally and forcefully, my hand slips, never gentle, down your pants.

How can a you, a dirty wretched, unworthy hanyou, elicit such feelings of need, of want, of desire for you, my little brother?

I question myself each time these feelings emerge, and each time I cannot find an answer.

Even now, little brother, I still do not know but I assure you I will enjoy ravaging every little piece of you.

Every little piece of you that your little wenches have not touched. Only I, your older brother, have touched.

“Sesshoumaru…” you growl in pleasure and in pain as I sink my fangs into your shoulder once again. I violently drag them down to your chest creating deep gashes of which crimson blood pours.

The crimson blood I desired so.

I stroke your hard member, eliciting another moan in pain and pleasure is heard from you, one of your claws digs into the back of my neck.

“Inuyasha…” I growl licking the soft skin of your chest and the crimson blood that streams down it.

My other hand slides to your back clawing, tearing at your pink skin and fire-rat haori. I gently drag my claws to the center of your back, to a tender spot of skin I know is there. I softly press down on that spot trailing my nail across it.

A tremble racks your body as I hear a sharp gasp exit your mouth.

I bring my face up to your eyes, which are half-closed in pleasure. They widen and stare into mine as I growl softly.

You growl, your lip curling and eyes narrowing. I smirk holding forcefully against the tree as I drag my claws across that tender spot in the center of your back—one I had found during a training session when we were younger.

Another tremble and gasp racks your body in pleasure. Oh yes, Inuyasha, I remember.

And it is still there.

I bite into one of your twitching white ears, as I continue to drag my claws across that one tender spot. More shivers and moans reach my ears.

“I wonder, little brother,” I growl softly into his twitching ear, “do either of your wenches know of this spot?” I drag my nail across it, drawing ruby blood. I feel a violent shiver beneath me. I your pants, my stroke are becoming faster, rougher.

“Sessh–Sessho–Sesshoumaru,” you stutters between moans. I can here the anger. And… I can here the pleasure.

“Yes, Inuyasha, I know you well, don’t I?” I growl, my claw continuing to trail across the particular spot, which is your downfall, my hanyou brother, and slowing down my pumps just to torture you.

“I will scourge you, little brother, as you scourge me,” I growl, my nail clawing into that one spot in the center of your back. Your cry fills the field.

As I hear your cry, my desire to mark you, my disgusting half-breed, as mine fully took control.

With growl I re-slammed you against the tree and savored the skin right beneath your collarbone.

I hear your soft moan of pain and then your vicious growl in anger. I can smell your arousal, feel it—no matter how much you try to hide it—and slide my tongue across you chest.

“No, little brother,” I growled, licking the skin beneath your collarbone, “I won’t take the last innocence you possess, not yet. But I will mark you as mine.”

“Sesshoumaru,” you growled, driving your claws into my skin.

I capture your bloody lips beneath mine, tasting you, devouring you. You buck against one more time, shuddering and coming into my hands.

“You belong to me, little brother,” I growl than sink my teeth into your soft flesh just below your collarbone, marking you as mine, claiming you as my mate.

I do not if you did it consciously or not, but I still felt the sharp fangs sinking into my skin just below the collarbone.

I stared into your white mass of silky hair and breathed in the scent that disgusts yet intoxicates me at the same time, a look of shock on my face.

You, Inuyasha, had claimed me as yours.

Your laughing amber eyes find mine; a smirk dances across your blood-streaked face.

I could do nothing but stare at you.

Hypnotized by your porcelain smeared maliciously with scarlet blood—my blood… staining your soft cherry lips, I kissed you with rampant hunger.

I could not have enough of you, little brother—drunk into a hazy red stupor by your overwhelming scent…

“Did you know, younger brother…” I whisper biting down on your bottom lip, drawing more blood, “…did you know, you taste sweet…”

I fervently lap up the blood that trailed down your face and neck, licking my way to the two deep bite marks that declared you as mine.

“…sweet like honey…” I swirl my tongue over the ruby bite that bled wine, growling softly as I heard you moan, “…or wine… your hanyou blood tastes like forbidden wine…”

“Ni–ni–nii…” your growl turns into another moan as you dig your razor sharp claws into my arms.

“…deliciously sweet wine…” I smirk, trapping your bloodied lips beneath mine once more.

I wonder, little brother, if you know just how much of and addictive you are. Ironic, how none of the numerous youkai bitches that would gladly spread their legs for me could not even begin to match your delectable taste… your alcoholic scent… your spellbinding gaze that shines with amber gold…

And, of course, dear brother of mine, your sweet, sweet hanyou blood… like wine… addicting wine that I crave for…

My tongue plunges into your mouth, trying to taste every bit of your coppery blood…

My mind reverts back to full alert as I sense the awakening of the taijiya across the field…

It seems, my dear little hanyou, this will have to stop for the moment…

“Dear brother,” I whisper against your cheak as I slowly lick my way up your face, mentally smirking as I feel your chest heave with each harsh, breathless gasp, “do you know how much I crave your scent, your skin, your blood… you are mine, Inuyasha… don’t forget that…”

“Ni…” you rasp, trying to take control of your emotions once again…

I assure you, little brother, you will not suceed.

My mouth comes to rest near one of your furry white, puppy ears… cute… My tongue flicks out, licking the soft membrane.

“Nii-san…” you moan. “Bastard…”

I chuckle into your silky silver-white hair. “As always, dear brother of mine, as always… however…”

I slam your weak and trembling body against the tree, pressing mine against yours forcefully, and lean down my lips lightly brushing against your velvety white puppy ear as I whisper ever so softly…

“Remember, Inuyasha… when your scantly-clothed ningen wench that futilely follows you as some kind of obedient bitch finally declares her love for you and your undead wench made of clay wishes to drag you to hell, remember, little brother, remember… you belong to me…” My glinting fangs sink into the velvet skin of your white furred ear, drawing dark crimson blood.

You shudder violently against me, a cry in pain escaping your mouth and, of course, in… desire…

“You are mine, little brother, and I always come back to claim what belings to me…”

And then I am gone in a swirling flash of silver and white, leaving you with a confounded expression on your bloodied and marred face… so flawless it is to me, Inuyasha…

You stumble clumisly forward from your position against the tree into the middle of the clearing just as the taijiya and her firecat lift their dazed heads in awareness. ningen

Little brother, you hazardously pull your ripped and bloody haori sleeve onto your bloodstained shoulder, amber eyes fiercely searching the forest surrounding you.

Nevertheless, dear brother, you will not find me with your weak hanyou senses.

Yes, you pathetic half-breed senses and vile, disgusting hanyou blood…

Sweet vile blood that I crave and obsession you would not understand, brother of mine.

Yes, what a sick bastard I am…

And this Sesshoumaru does not care…

“Inuyasha!” yells your miko wench as she awakens once more along with lecherous monk.

“Inuyasha, what in the Kami-sama happened to you! Oh Kami-sama! You’re bleeding all over! We have to get those cleaned and bandaged…”

I do not know how you can stand that annoying wench, little brother… she is simply aggravating. I would have killed her ages ago…

I smirk as you merely stand there still induced in your shocked stupor.

“Inuyasha, why do you smell funny?” questions the little kistune cub, sniffing you.

“Feh! Stop sniffing me you little twerp!”

Preceptive little kit that campanion of yours is, hmm, Inuyahsa?

Absently licking blood from lips and cum from my claws, I smirk, seeing you cast angry and confused glare toward the trees surrounding you. Foolsih hanyou, you will not find unless I want to be found; however, I will find you, dear brother of mine, when I wish.

For you are mine, and no one else’s.

I turn, slowly disappearing farther inot the forest, leaving you behind. Soon, I will return, nevertheless, because I always watch over my possessions, Inuyasha.

Blood—your blood—still stains my clwas and I absently lick of another drap.

You taste just like a hanyou. Disgusting. Wretched. Vile. And with a devious sweetness that taunts my senses and my blood.

Still inferior, worthless, and a half-breed bastard.

Yet you are mine, little brother.

So I will return.

Remember, Inuyasha, remember that.

You are mine.