Turnabout

Title: “Turnabout”
Fandom: Inuyasha
Pairing: Implied Inuyasha/Kagome, Sesshoumaru/Inuyasha, Inuyasha/Sesshoumaru
Rating: NC-17/XXX/mature
Warnings: Yaoi, Oral, Anal, (half-)incest
Word Count: 3,485

DISCLAIMER: All Characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi. I have no claim to ownership of anything but the plot.

“Goodnight, Inuyasha!” Kagome murmured sleepily, giving him a little smile full of promise before curling tighter into her bedroll.

Inuyasha smiled at her slightly; he was fully aware that he was falling into his old habits of caring for mortals again, but he was having a hard time stopping himself. Kagome, like Kikyo before her, was working her way deep into his heart. He cursed himself for looking at her less as a friend every day, and more and more like a prospective mate. Like father, like son, he supposed. It was difficult for him, trying to keep an essentially platonic relationship going with her when inside he wanted much more.

But Kaede had made it clear to him, just as Kikyo herself had done years ago: Priestesses lost their power if their purity was compromised. The most he’d shared with Kikyo were a few chaste kisses and many meaningful looks. Before her, though, he had had no real restraints. He shied away from emotional attachments, mostly because he was shunned by mortal and full youkai alike, though his looks had gained him a fair share of offers to warm the beds of women—and the occasional man—of both sorts. He’d never loved, though. Not before Kikyo, and love bade him keep his distance from she and Kagome both.

That aside, however, the fact was that he, still fairly young for a hanyou, had been celibate for nearly sixty years. Granted, he’d spent fifty of them mostly dead and pinned to a tree, but he didn’t dwell on that technicality. His human side was fixed in a significantly…hormonal time of life, and the lack of intimacy was frustrating, to put it mildly. And, he reflected, there really was only so much that one could do on one’s own. Every day. The moment he was alone, most often. Still, out of love, he restrained himself. One day, he mused, he’d tell Kagome what he’d put himself through just to ensure her safety. He was sure that, once all the business with the Shikon jewel was complete, she’d be more than happy to remedy the indiscretion. At the moment, he simply wished that all of it would be over soon so they could get to the remedying.

His camp of mortals—his pack, as he’d come to think of them—were dear to him, and at present he didn’t mind one bit. It was an acceptable recompense for miserable celibacy. He settled down cross-legged by the campfire. Shippo had curled up happily in Kirara’s soft white fur, and Miroku, though he was apparently asleep, seemed to be creeping one hand slowly towards Sango’s rear end. Inuyasha chuckled a little when Sango’s hand reached out of her bedroll to cuff Miroku’s errant one away.

Finally, even this activity slowed down as dusk enveloped the forest. Inuyasha lay back and allowed his eyes to drift shut.

The fire had died down somewhat when Inuyasha was jerked back into full wakefulness. He was in an unpleasant mood too; he had been in the midst of a fantastic dream involving a naked Kagome feeding him prime steak. He got to his feet, grumbling and trying to adjust his yukata to a more comfortable position.

A familiar feeling had descended on him; a disquieting scent and a feather-soft sound. A growl rumbled in his throat of its own accord. The rest of the camp was asleep still. Careful not to wake them, he stole softly into the surrounding woods.

Inuyasha paused after a few steps. The scent was strong here, and the feeling stronger. Tessaiga pulsed at his waist, confirming his suspicions. “I know you’re here, Sesshoumaru,” he spoke to the night.

Out of the forest’s gloom, walking with practiced elegance came his full-demon half-brother. Tokujin and Tenseiga were in their respective sheaths, Tenseiga pulsing in harmony with its brother blade. “Inuyasha.” Sesshoumaru spoke his name, sounding somewhat bored. Inuyasha tensed, ready to shout back to the camp in warning. “Don’t bother,” Sesshoumaru murmured, “This Sesshoumaru has no quarrel with them tonight.”

Relaxing only a fraction, Inuyasha demanded, “So what do you want with me, then?” To his alarm, Sesshoumaru released the clasps on his scabbards, and laid Tenseiga and Tokujin at the base of an old tree. Inuyasha was doubly on his guard now. “What’s going on? Why are you here?”

“Why little brother, you sound unhappy to see me,” Sesshoumaru said flatly.

“That should be old news by now!” Inuyasha snarled back.

“Hmph, you should be showing me gratitude, hanyou,”

“What the hell for?!”

Sesshoumaru graced him with the slightest of smiles. “You have a problem. I have come to offer assistance.” At Inuyasha’s incredulous expression, Sesshoumaru looked pointedly at Inuyasha’s crotch, raising one slender eyebrow for emphasis.

Inuyasha flushed angrily. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” Yet, to look at him, Sesshoumaru did not appear to be joking at all.

Sesshoumaru sped forward, faster than Inuyasha could follow, and shoved him back to the trunk of a tree. Inuyasha, surprised, found himself crushed between Sesshoumaru’s firm body and the rough bark. The heat and pressure did little to calm his burgeoning arousal. It had really been far too long…his defenses were paper-thin and he couldn’t trust himself not to react…“Don’t—“he hissed.

“Silence,” Sesshoumaru murmured in his ear. He cupped Inuyasha through his hakama, rubbing gently. The tension in Inuyasha’s body wavered, and he groaned softly.

As if having waited for that signal, Sesshoumaru’s teeth were suddenly upon him, teasing the soft skin on his neck, nipping and biting with sharp teeth, though the little twangs of pain were soothed with his warm breath. Were he mortal, this would likely have left him with a gaping neck wound, but as he was, as they were, the touch simply awoke the nerves in his body until they were singing like a twanged bowstring. Inuyasha gasped as Sesshoumaru’s tongue snaked lower to lap at the hollow of his collarbone. He was battling opposing instincts—the first and most logical: to flee. To shove Sesshoumaru away and take what remained of his dignity with him. Deeper and fiercer though ran the primal desire that even then was coursing ever lower and ever hotter in his body. As his pulse quickened and his breathing followed suit, all hope of following rationality and logic crumbled swiftly. He had done without for more than his fair share of time. The hunger—the need—to touch and be touched won out and he relented. Still entwined, they sank down to the earth.

A cool hand slipped quietly into Inuyasha’s hakama, shrugging the red fabric free of his shoulders. Inuyasha could hear Sesshoumaru’s breathing quicken as his torso was laid bare. Night air whispered along his skin, and he shivered, more now from anticipation than from the cold. He reached in front of him and grabbed the fabric of Sesshoumaru’s hakama, shredding the fine silks somewhat in his eagerness.

It was a testament to how intent Sesshoumaru was that Inuyasha didn’t receive a skull-crushing blow to the head for that particular indiscretion.

Rather, it earned Inuyasha a clawed hand sliding down past the waistband of his yukata to grip his straining member while Sesshoumaru worried a nipple between his sharp teeth. Inuyasha arched his back at the sudden contact, inhaling forcibly with a shaky gasp. Sesshoumaru’s golden eyes snapped up to peer into his own, glittering harshly in the moonlight. “I trust you will be able to stay quieter than that if this is to continue,” he murmured. Inuyasha, near mindless now that Sesshoumaru was jerking his cock in the least tender and most maddening manner possible, glared mutinously but acquiesced nevertheless, biting his lip and closing his eyes.

In a voice so soft that even dog youkai could scarce have picked up on it unless they’d been as close as the brothers were, Sesshoumaru whispered in Inuyasha’s ear, “You ought to see yourself, little brother. You’re leaking into my hand. Can you feel it? You wanted this, you whore. If you’d have been half the creature you suppose yourself to be, you would never roam this forest stinking of lust the way you do. What, is the human girl not even putting out for you?”

Even through the fog of arousal, Inuyasha’s hackles raised and he managed to hiss “You son of a… this has nothing to do with Kag…” he cut off sharply as Sesshoumaru’s hand descended and tightened around his sack, just this side of agonizing. A yelp was working its way out of his throat, but a cursory glance back through the brush to the yellow pinpoints of light that indicated the campfire—and campers—only paces away bade him hold his tongue.

He did not recall when his yukata had been eased down so that he was naked from the knees up on the fragrant forest earth. He did notice, however, as Sesshoumaru rumbled out a low chuckle and slipped the head of his prick into his mouth. Inuyasha’s focus snapped back to the present with a jolt. Sesshoumaru’s hand had abandoned teasing his balls to return to the base of Inuyasha’s shaft in a tortuous pulling, twisting stroke.

The younger creature writhed in the earth and leaves, now gnawing on one fist to keep himself from screaming aloud. Sesshoumaru’s tongue danced around the crown of his organ, fluttering feather-light over the slit and making him see stars. He felt it building, deep down in him like a firestorm in his belly. The roaring in his ears reached a fever pitch and, for a moment that seemed like an eternity, he hung there on the precipice of explosion, muscles corded tightly and aching to tumble over the edge.

Sesshoumaru removed his mouth, and rubbed the pad of his thumb over the head one last time.

Unable to hold on, Inuyasha’s vision exploded in white as the shuddering spasms took him. He came hard, with the force of a tidal wave behind it and he howled with reckless abandon, though the sound was muted by his white-knuckled fist. His body trembled with the aftershocks and pearly strands of white jetted into the night air in an arc that spattered onto his chest. Inuyasha sucked air in through his nostrils and groaned softly into his makeshift muzzle. Sesshoumaru’s hand drifted away slowly.

He had to force himself out of the rapidly descending sated stupor to listen to what Sesshoumaru was saying now. The youkai lord had turned away for the moment, and was sitting nearby gazing heavenward with his eyes on the stars.

“Do you know how you’ve tormented me, you tragic excuse for a brother? Since you’ve returned, you’ve done nothing but pollute the woods of this realm with your stink. You’ve wanted a coupling since before that Miko sealed you to the tree. But, I’m sure, she denied you. So you’ve been content to wander about the countryside with the desire coming off of you in thick waves. I can smell it even before I sense your youki. You are pathetic.”

The post-coital euphoria wore off in a flash and Inuyasha felt rage building inside him anew. “So what if she did?” he growled “So what if Kikyo needed to save herself just like Kagome does now? That means fuck-all and you know it. What made you come down here to ‘help me out’?!”

Sesshoumaru turned his cold, impassive gaze back on Inuyasha who was still splayed out mostly-naked on the loam. “Because the stench of your desire makes it impossible to operate. Simply put, I cannot track my real rivals because your scent gets in my way.”

Inuyasha grunted noncommittally. “Still doesn’t explain why you, of all people, were so eager to get me off. You say I’m getting in your way but you’re only too ready to suck me off yourself.”

Sesshoumaru glowered at him and for a moment, Inuyasha felt he’d hit a nerve; a momentary flicker of worry sparked in the Demon Lord’s eyes. “Be that as it may,” Sesshoumaru glided closer. “I will teach you not to interfere with my affairs again!” Using his one good arm, he grabbed Inuyasha’s wrist in a vicious grip and pulled the hanyou roughly to him. Inuyasha, caught off guard, landed squarely in Sesshoumaru’s lap. So, he thought, the interest wasn’t all that one-sided. Sesshoumaru’s yukata was tented in somewhat of a telltale manner.

“Not so aloof now, are you?” Inuyasha snarled under his breath, “Fuck, you’re worse than I am.”

Sesshoumaru barked a derisive chuckle. “Never worse than you, mutt.” He surged forward and Inuyasha landed on his back again, Sesshoumaru grinding their pelvises together roughly, all the while slithering out of his yukata until there was nothing between them but the sheen of sweat. Inuyasha groaned again—there was something to be said for having a body essentially frozen in its late teens for so many years. He was hard and ready all over again. On an impulse, he nipped at Sesshoumaru’s neck, his tongue laving over the point where Sesshoumaru’s pulse raced under his skin. A tremor coursed through his half-brother’s body and Inuyasha had to smile. Sesshoumaru may have thought that he would simply take what he wanted, but Inuyasha had his own share of tricks, though it had been a few decades since he’d last used them. He knew what was coming next, and if he played his cards right, he could have his answer.

“Turn over.” Inuyasha fought a grin at the sheer predictability of it all.. Sesshoumaru couldn’t keep the desire out of his voice. Inuyasha lowered his eyes in what he hoped could pass for a submissive look though, to look at Sesshoumaru, it wouldn’t have mattered either way at this point. Obligingly, he turned until he was on his knees and forearms with his ass in the air.

Trying not to sound too eager, he whispered, “I should’ve known this wasn’t a one-way affair. Fine, go ahead. Just don’t be too loud about it—Kagome and the others are still over there, you know.”

“I care not.” Inuyasha felt the feather-light glide of Sesshoumaru’s silver hair cascading over his back and he stiffened for a moment when he felt the blunt edge of Sesshoumaru’s cock brushing at his ass. Sesshoumaru continued, “You’d best be aware though, I intend to take you dry.”

“Keh, I can handle it!” Inuyasha said in a hushed tone, though he fought a tremor of nausea at the anticipated pain. Still, he remained resolute. Summoning all the willpower left to him, he fought the urge to shy away and instead relaxed his muscles. He did so just in time; the press and burn of Sesshoumaru’s entry was already underway. Inuyasha winced, but didn’t give his youkai brother the satisfaction of hearing him cry out. Sesshoumaru must have leaned over him, because he could hear ragged, hitched breathing just over his shoulder. Sesshoumaru pulled back slightly, then shoved back in aggressively. Inuyasha found his erection wilting slightly with the pain of it. He bit his lip stubbornly. His silence was rewarded when a shaky whisper, thinner than the very air, reached his ears.

“Why me, brother? Wh…why me? I’ll…tell…you why, damn you. Because I haven’t been able to sleep, haven’t been able to think because of you and that smell. Haven’t—haven’t needed to rut in centuries, never needed…to…ugh…then you come along and I... I…you’re making me weak, Inuyasha…I…need…”

“…me? I’m flattered,” Inuyasha cut in, though his voice was raspy with pain and lust. So that was the truth—somewhat disturbing, but there it was, he supposed.

Sesshoumaru grunted behind him and Inuyasha felt the long fingers slide along his belly and grab his cock again, pumping it in time with the thrusting behind him. Inuyasha fought once again to keep his control. He wasn’t going to lose this little microcosm of a war. In this, if he knew when to make his move, he could prove that he was the alpha of their little pack. Sesshoumaru hissed, “Come for me again, little one… come on…” and Inuyasha saw his opening.

Drawing a surprised gasp from Sesshoumaru, he dropped to his stomach and flung his left leg back and over the youkai lord, holding fast to his torso with strong thighs and torquing until he was face-to-face with his brother. The twist cost them both somewhat; Inuyasha felt as though he was shredding his insides, turning them 180 degrees around Sesshoumaru’s substantial manhood. He choked back pain, intent instead on what he was doing. His body would heal in a minute or two either way. Sesshoumaru on the other hand seemed completely undone. He trembled and panted, wild with arousal, eyelids fluttering. Inuyasha’s weight and momentum caused Sesshoumaru to tumble backward, taking Inuyasha with him. They landed with Sesshoumaru on his back and Inuyasha sitting atop him, still impaled on his erection, but now in control.

“What…” Sesshoumaru groaned desperately. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and his mouth was agape, baring his fangs in a rare display of animalistic passion.

“No, Sesshoumaru,” Inuyasha panted, “this time, you’re coming for me.” Using only his own strength, he lifted himself up and nearly free of Sesshoumaru before thrusting down again. Sesshoumaru whimpered softly below him and Inuyasha drank it in like fine sake, reveling in Sesshoumaru’s helplesness. He repeated the ministrations until Sesshoumaru was nearly insane with it, lips moving inarticulately and grabbing the ground so hard his claws had penetrated the earth and rock below.

It was now or never, he realized. Inuyasha knew Sesshoumaru was close, could smell it in his sweat and feel it in his body and see it in his eyes. He stopped abruptly, and Sesshoumaru thrust up ineffectually in his urgency. “Beg for it,” Inuyasha demanded.

Sesshoumaru stared at him vaguely through feverish eyes. “Ahh…I…”

Inuyasha clamped his muscles tight around Sesshoumaru’s throbbing member. “You heard me. Beg.” In the darkness and moonlight, his face took on a fierce, dangerous quality.

Sesshoumaru shuddered. “I…Please…please—”

“Good boy,” Inuyasha murmured, perilously close himself. He rose completely clear of Sesshoumaru one final time and slammed home with all his power.

The almighty youkai lord went rigid under him, exhaling in a crazed whine as the orgasm took him. His hanyou captor arched his back and rode out his own climax—he’d bumped his prostate on Sesshoumaru’s cock that last time and had come somewhat abruptly as a result. He stifled a howl of triumph, noticing with some satisfaction that this time his seed had landed all over Sesshoumaru’s face. He slid off his brother’s softening prick with a sinister little smile. “Whore,” he admonished, grinning wolfishly.

Sesshoumaru, on the other hand, had rapidly lost his rapturous expression, in its place dawned a look of mingled horror and self-loathing. Inuyasha watched him dispassionately as he backed away gingerly, wiping the come off his face as though it burned. He reached for his shredded yukata and his discarded hakama in something of a daze. “So that’s really what you wanted, isn’t it?” Inuyasha mused aloud, “To get fucked by me? It’s ironic; you outstrip me in battle, but you’re nearly begging--scratch that; you are begging--for me to be with you like this. Scents, my ass. You’ve been tracking me. And I’ve found you out.”

Sesshoumaru scowled, but for the first time in their lives, when Inuyasha stared him down, he was the first to break eye contact. He looked away, seeming shaken by his own defeat. Nevertheless, he rose to his feet with a straight back and ground out, “The next time we meet, I will kill you.”

“Of course. Well, I'm not going anywhere, idiot.” Inuyasha replied.

Barely biting back a furious retort, Sesshoumaru spun on his heel and stalked away into the night.

Inuyasha stood up, still nude, and brushed himself off. He was not going to be sitting too comfortably for the next few hours, but at least his sixty-year celibacy had ended well (and climactically). He glanced over to the camp, finally quite apprehensive about having been detected. If Kagome had seen him…

Kirara’s feline eyes met his over the expanse of undergrowth. Inuyasha had the grace to look abashed. Shippo, Sango, Miroku, and (blessedly) Kagome were all asleep, but it was safe to bet, given the amused look on Kirara’s face, that the demon-cat had heard—and smelled—most of what had happened. “Guess I should probably jump in the stream or something before I come back, eh, Kirara?” Inuyasha whispered loudly. The big cat simply stared at him a moment longer, in agreement, he supposed, then closed her eyes and went back to sleep.