Youkai Tails

Warning: this fic is Shota. Please note the warnings I chose for this fic and do not read it if any of the categories I checked upset you.

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July 27, 2005
I have just removed three "reviews" that stated this work is "sick" and other stupid things about a work with more than proper warnings on it. If you dislike seeing underage persons engaging in sexual activity, then do not read on. It is that easy to avoid the "upset" this work visited upon two narrow minded readers earlier today.

Also, Sesshomaru is not abusive in this work, as the two reviewers complained of. Consent is implied along with the fact that this is a one time deal that Inuyasha is likely to never remember; at least that was my intent. Saying that I have written Sesshomaru as an abusive sibling is rude and inaccurate, in my (the author!) opinion.

Thank you,

HimeAndi

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Sesshomaru stepped from the shadows as his small half brother ran by, chasing a red ball. The hanyou’s fluffy white tail waved happily, adding immensely to the pup’s cute demeanor. The older youkai’s lips twitched as he though back to his own tail. He had been so proud of it, but no one had informed him about an important fact about Inu-youkai tails; he had not had a tail for hundreds of years now because of this oversight.

“Inuyasha.” His voice was soft but the hanyou’s ears were sharp. He whirled, his ball clasped in his tiny arms.

“Sesshomaru-sama!” Inuyasha’s wide gold eyes bugged out for a moment before he remembered his manners and bowed deeply to his older brother. Sesshomaru waved the boy closer and then scooped him up, to the child’s delight; usually Sesshomaru was cold and distant, so much so that the boy wondered why his sibling even came to see him at all. His mother claimed it was the youkai’s duty to check on his little brother, and to be polite and proper with Sesshomaru, no matter what.

Sesshomaru tucked the small hanyou into his fur and slowly ascended to the air, noting that the boy trembled in fear immediately. “Drop your toy, Inuyasha, and hold onto me if you are afraid.” He commanded. The hanyou obeyed, clinging to his brother’s neck, hiding his tiny face in sleek silver hair. After a while Sesshomaru descended to a small pretty clearing by a hot spring, and commanded the boy to let go of him. The hanyou mumbled; he’d fallen asleep during the flight. Sesshomaru shrugged and pulled the boy away, then stripped him quickly of his garments. He laid his fur out and placed the hanyou on it, face down, then inspected the tail as it emerged from the base of Inuyasha’s spine.

The tail was a large fluffy affair, and had a sharp curl to it, arching back up along the boys back. A fine dusting of fur spread around the base of the tail, and Sesshomaru knew it was highly sensitive to the touch. Smirking he stroked the fine hairs and the skin around it, watching the child break into chills of sheer pleasure. Inuyasha’s tiny toes curled and flexed as he moaned softly, his hands clinging to the fur convulsively. Sesshomaru leaned over him and nuzzled the hanyou’s puppy-ears; sure enough the boy made a sound that could only be called pleasured, even lewd.

“So sensitive... so vulnerable…” the youkai murmured into a furry ear that swiveled to catch his voice. Sitting back, the older brother removed his clothing as well, and then wound his hair onto the top of his head, holding it in place with two black lacquer sticks like a geisha. Scooping the boy up into his arms, he strode into the hot spring, observing that Inuyasha did not flinch at the heat. At least he had some youkai toughness in him; maybe the boy would make it to adulthood after all.

Inuyasha’s oddly black eyelashes fluttered open and he smiled at his brother warmly, cuddling to his chest. “Yay, a bath, Aniki!” he blurted then blushed; he was supposed to be proper around his brother, and not act like the child he was. He was already sixteen, though he looked like a four year old human child. He should be better mannered and he knew it. But he did adore the cold older sibling who rarely visited him, and he wanted more than anything to have Sesshomaru like him back.

“Hai, Inuyasha. Today, something very important will be happening to you, and you should always be clean, purified for important days.” Sesshomaru said smoothly and grabbed the bag of herbs and bran he had brought here earlier. Carefully he scrubbed his brother’s small body, carefully noting how flawless the boys skin was, how he did indeed have their fathers tough, flexible and soft hide. Inuyasha obediently allowed himself to be bathed, lifting arms and dunking as ordered. Once Sesshomaru could no longer smell the child’s human household on him, he set to scrubbing himself. The boy splashed about for a moment then came back and smiled brightly again.

“I wanna help, because you washed me.” He chirped. Sesshomaru lifted a brow but handed him the bag; how opportune. He rose to his feet, the water coming to mid thigh on his tall form, and spread his feet a bit to brace against the boys scrubbing. He might not like the signs of humanity in the child but he did acknowledge that Inuyasha was very strong already. He was also growing a bit faster than a full youkai, but much, much slower than any human would.

Inuyasha applied himself to rubbing the bag over Sesshomaru’s strong legs, focusing on what he was doing mostly. Slowly though, he began to compare his own spindly child’s body to that of his beautiful older brothers. Sesshomaru’s flesh was creamy smooth, and hard, almost stone-like under his sleek satiny skin. Muscles curved and bulged over his delicate bones, and he was marked with stripes on his ankles, and from under his arms to mid thigh. Inuyasha suddenly realized he was very close to his brothers… privates, as his nurse said. His ears swiveled to the side as he got ready to skirt the area, but Sesshomaru rested a hand on his head.

“Inuyasha. You are not a human, are you?” the boy peered up at him through his damp white bangs and blinked.

“No, Aniki…”

“Then do not cling to humanity’s morals. Do not be ashamed of your body, or be afraid of mine.” He said quietly, firmly. Inuyasha blushed and then smiled.

“Hai, Sesshomaru… sama!” he blurted the honorific belatedly. Sesshomaru actually smiled; curse it but the boy was very endearing.

“We are brothers, Inuyasha. In private, you may use my name or Aniki. But I expect you to remember my status in any other company. Now continue.” His hand teased through the boy’s hair, caressing those ears that even he found adorable. Other than his eyes, they were the greatest sign of their father’s heritage, in Sesshomaru’s mind. He watched as Inuyasha shed his inhibitions with almost alarming swiftness, scrubbing his brothers inner thighs gently as he peered closer at the matured manhood and scrotum, so different than his own immature body. The youkai held very still, finding himself stirring under the boy’s inspection; the child's gaze was tangible. Still the youkai was stunned when the boy’s small hand reached out and lifted his member curiously, and peered under it at his testicles.

“Aniki… what are these for? Why do we have them?” Inuyasha dropped the soapy bag and stroked Sesshomaru’s scrotum curiously, then smiled with delight as the skin reacted by tightening and shifting. Sesshomaru could not help the shiver that shook him, and had to clear his throat to answer.

“We are males, Inuyasha, and they are proof of that; when it is time to mate, they are what makes us smell attractive to our females, and they make the essence that creates pups inside the females.” He informed the curious child. Inuyasha was still petting his testicles, the touch making his shaft harden as well. The boy noticed that suddenly, and squeezed his hand, giggling.

“Aniki… what’s happening to your thing?” he asked ingeniously. Sesshomaru did not know whether to laugh or scowl; “thing?” What was Izayoi’s household teaching the child?

“Inuyasha, it is a penis, not a thing… and it is growing obviously. You’ve stimulated it with your touches. Does it alarm you?” Obviously it did not scare the boy, as he was squeezing the organ with both hands now, fascinated by the firm yet spongy feel of it. Sesshomaru decided he really did not want to stand in the spring anymore and lifted the boy and himself from the water, lying back on the suddenly broad fur. Inuyasha made as if to let go, but Sesshomaru wrapped a hand over his tiny ones.

“No, Aniki is not angry, Inuyasha. If you are curious, then continue.” The hanyou smiled and bent his gaze back upon the now much bigger shaft in his hands.

“It’s so big… Will mine grow too?” he asked innocently, tail wafting. ‘I wonder myself, child…’ the youkai thought to himself

“Let go a moment.” Sesshomaru said softly and repositioned the boy lying on his belly, facing away towards the erection springing from his lap. “Let us see if it will grow, Inuyasha.” The boy giggled and continued to squeeze the shaft, and then stroked it when Sesshomaru suggested it, rather than squeezing. The youkai waited a moment before stroking the seam from the boy’s anus to his testicles; sure enough the child froze, ears falling over and tail shivering.

“Aniki… that’s nice and shivery!” he gasped as the youkai repeated the touch. He then kneaded the boy’s balls very gently, earning a very adult sounding moan from Inuyasha. The child’s legs stiffened, arching his back up and away from his brother’s broad chest. Sesshomaru chuckled and held his slim thighs, his long tongue sweeping over the boy’s tiny puckered opening. Inuyasha cried out this time, his eyes closing and his tiny claws digging into his brother’s thighs painlessly. Sesshomaru pulled him back a bit and licked the boy’s balls too. Inuyasha’s small frame shook as his head arched back, whimpering in a way that indicated he was far from being nervous or unhappy. Sesshomaru pulled back and chuckled.

“Do you like it?” he purred, stroking Inuyasha’s small shaft as he waited. The boy whined and then made a few strangled noises. Sesshomaru pushed him back down his body and guided his brother’s small hands around his now fully erect shaft. “Stroke it like before, little brother… and I’ll show you something else that feels nice.” Inuyasha’s hands moved with surprising smoothness, and even before he could direct the boy to do it, he had licked the weeping slit at the head of Sesshomaru’s member. The youkai’s hips flexed, wanting much more than the gentle touches and tentative licks he was receiving.

“Tastes strange… Aniki…” Inuyasha mumbled, but licked again, soon lathing his long tongue over the whole head. Sesshomaru’s head fell back as he forced himself to not shove the boys head down and demand he be serious; the child was after all doing what he wanted, not knowing what he was really doing to his older brother. He stroked the boy’s thighs and buttocks, and trailed his claws around his opening as the tongue and hands grew bolder, and the licking suddenly gave way to suckling.

“That’s better, Inuyasha… much better…” the youkai crooned, his eyes fluttering closed. The little hanyou could barely fit more than the head into his small mouth but he was trying, his little fangs scraping just so, his tongue working even as he sucked on the large shaft. Sesshomaru was surprised by how arousing the boy’s actions were to him, his member throbbing with his heartbeat, pleasure shooting through his veins like flames. He lifted his head again and nipped soft flesh, one hand finding the young hanyou’s small shaft and caressing it.

‘Hai it can grow, ne little one? ’ Sesshomaru thought as he swept his tongue over the boy’s entrance again. Inuyasha made little noises in his throat and sucked harder and softer by turns, his hands shifting to Sesshomaru’s hips to gain leverage, both to continue his suckling and to push back to his brother’s mouth as that slick tongue wandered from his opening to his balls and even wound around his shaft, which felt very tingly and good.

Sesshomaru suddenly started to stiffen, his fingers tightening on soft thighs as he shuddered. Inuyasha felt the shaft in his mouth swell slightly and then throb, as something thick and bitter tasting hit the back of his throat. The boy was startled and jerked back as more of the stuff appeared and hit his chin. His brother made a soft sound and stiffened under him, gasping; oddly he did not seem hurt or angry despite the stiffness and the gasping.

“Aniki…” the boy licked his chin, and then his hand, cleaning the sticky yet slick stuff off his fingers.

“Hai…” Sesshomaru’s voice was soft and breathless before he leaned up and jabbed his tongue into the hanyou’s entrance. Inuyasha yelped and rocked his hips back at his brother’s face, his hands gripping Sesshomaru’s hips. Whatever question the boy was going to ask was lost as he whimpered and moaned, feeling the tingle that had been coming and going since he had been laid over his brothers belly suddenly grow, darting through his limbs and then gathering in his belly. His tail was stiff, trembling as his back arched harder. Sesshomaru reached forward and stroked the boys hard little member, teasing his claws over the velvety head as he worked a finger into the shivering little orifice, finding his target with difficulty; it was much smaller than the youkai had ever felt before, barely a fingertip wide, but it was also very sensitive, judging by the hanyou’s reaction.

His hips danced as the youkai massaged the gland inside him, and stroked the shivering little erection mercilessly. The hanyou bit his lip and shook harder and harder as the tingling exploded as the most wonderful feeling ever, over and over in his belly and back. “Ah… Aniki!” the boy cried out, his little claws gouging into Sesshomaru’s hips and drawing blood for the first time.

“I am here little brother.” Sesshomaru said soothingly as the boy whimpered and thrashed a bit more before collapsing onto his chest. Sesshomaru picked him up and turned him so they were facing the same way, nuzzling the hanyou’s plump cheek and licking his essence off the boys face. Inuyasha mumbled and waved his tail happily, his body pink and warm.

“’m tired now, Sesshomaru,” he yawned and stretched. Sesshomaru nodded.

“We can sleep for just a little while, Inuyasha.” He assured the boy, even as the wide golden eyes closed and the hanyou nestled against him, his little hand curled on Sesshomaru’s broad chest. Patiently the youkai let an hour pass then woke the child.

“Inuyasha, you should know that your tail is going to fall off very soon. Do not be scared though, it is a natural reaction to what we’ve done today.” Inu-youkai and Inu-hanyou were always born with tails, but the tails fell off when the youkai or hanyou had their first orgasm. It was not known why, but Sesshomaru still remembered his panic when his tail had dropped off after playful exploring with a guest at the castle. He realized Inuyasha was pouting at the bad news.

“But I like my tail!” he almost whined. Sesshomaru’s cold eyes made his pout evaporate.

“The tail would have made your life harder, Inuyasha. It was more of a symbol of Fathers blood than those ears are. Other demons would see it and try to steal you from Izayoi, to sell you into a miserable life, or worse, use you and leave you scarred and broken. I would not have that happen to you; it would be a disgrace.” Sesshomaru rose and began to dress himself; the hanyou did the same, but was stopped.

“I have something for you,” Sesshomaru said. He pulled a bundle of red from his armor; it was a smaller haori and small hakama just like the one his mother said was from his father.

“Oh yay! For me?! Thank you Aniki!” the boy cried and jumped up and down before standing very still, very abruptly. “My legs feel funny… like they are wobbly.” He said solemnly. Sesshomaru’s lips twitched.

“Then sit to dress, Inuyasha.” The youkai finished dressing and watched the boy dress, annoyed that he was so slow. Calmly he waited until Inuyasha was finished, and then scooped the boy up into his fur again. Once again, Inuyasha fell asleep during the flight, leaving the youkai in peace. When they arrived, Izayoi came out of her rooms and bowed, hands clasped to hide her nervousness; Sesshomaru was fickle with her son sometimes. He would come and be kind, then he would come and not say a word, or be unkind, scornful. It confused Inuyasha and Izayoi did not like it at all.

“The boy’s tail will fall off in the next two days. Do not be alarmed.” Sesshomaru said stiffly and handed the child to her. Izayoi nodded, baffled at how he could know this, and sad about the loss of her sons adorable little accoutrement.

“Thank you for being kind today, Sesshomaru-sama.” She said softly and hurried away with the sleeping hanyou. She did not see the youkai’s eyes flash, nor his tiny yet wicked smile. Turning, the youkai faded into the descending darkness.

“It was my pleasure, Izayoi…”

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