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Disclaimer, I don’t own Inuyasha or “A Brother’s Love” by Raven, the fanfiction I refer to in here.

General Note: I placed this in the Inuyasha category because I’m using the framework from the series for this story, but it has nothing to do with the actual storyline from the series. I also have to take a moment to apologize to my beta from my other story ears (shameless self plug), I have been so caught up in trying to recreate all the stuff I lost when my harddrive crashed that I forgot to even send chapter 6 off to you, so now I’m apologizing in front of everyone, I’m sorry Becca, please forgive me. Anyway I hope everyone enjoys this one, please review and let me know what you think and any ideas as to where this story should go,as I still don’t have the ending for this one done yet. Also I apologize for any oddities in here, I didn’t beta this one either, but I just wanted to get it up before something else blew up on me, thank you for your patience.


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The teen entered the cementary, his mind stuck on his current
predicament. Today was his 18th birthday, which for most of the other
people his age would be a cause of great celebration but for him meant
the end of his life as he knew it, for it also meant that as a ward of
the state he would be out on his own, officially.

He knew that there were programs out there that were supposed to help
people like him, but somehow they just never seemed to work out, he
guessed that for someone who had spent their whole life as a ward of
the state that meant their options were limited. As a child he had
never really questioned his life, but as he had grown he had learned
just how odd people had thought him. By the time he was ten he was
considered an outcast, unfit for adoption because he had been in
foster care for so long, and the reactions of the other children had
only helped him to alienate himself further.

He wasn't really worried about it though, he was sure that whatever
happened he would be able to handle it- he just wished that he had a
better idea what was expected from him. His most recent foster parents
had even agreed to let him stay with them until he found a job and a
place of his own, but he wasn't really certain that would be a good
idea, he knew the other kids at the house were more than ready to see
him go.

And so it was that he found himself walking into a cementary at night,
most people would have called him weird but he found the quite
peacefulness a welcome respite from what most kids his age would have
been enjoying. And if they called his actions weird what of it, they
had called him weird often enough and he had grown to enjoy the slight
notoriety he had earned from that attention. He had realized quite a
while back that he would never fit in with most of the "normal" folks
and so he had actually made quite an effort at creating his image of
that weird outsider and it had worked.

Most folks were frightened of him and those that wern't still left him
alone, which suited him just fine. He enjoyed being by himself and the
petty concerns that most of his peers seemed so intent on spending so
much of their time on pissed him off to no end. Maybe it was because
he realized just how lucky they were to have families, to belong that
he became so upset when they obsessed that some girl didn't like them
back, or that they didn't have the best car in the school.

But that was ok with them, he would let them have their petty
concerns, live their little lifes of pathetic encounters while he
stayed as far from them as he could. He had learned early on in his
life that he was different, and that different was not always good.

So as he walked around the barren fields, his only companions the
stone monoliths that commenerated the only really important events in
most peoples lifes, he was mildly upset when he heard muffled sobs
coming from behind one of the monuments. He knew that it was stupid of
him to be upset, but at this moment the only thing he wanted was to
be alone, and so the sounds of someone elses pain interrupting his own
angered him beyond all reason.

Just at the thought of someone else being in his graveyard caused a
low growl to rumble in his chest, he knew he shouldnt growl, hell he
had been told many times that people didn't growl but he didn't care.
He was upset and he would show it however he damn welled pleased,
whoever the hell it was who had picked this graveyard to come to had
made a grace error.

Coming around the marker that the sound had emanated from he came upon
a blond teen, maybe two or three years his junior. He felt his lip
pull back in a snarl as ice blue eyes came up to meet his, his growl
rumbling louder as the teen scooted backwards on his hands with a
startled eep. Leaning down he put his face almost into the blond
teens, giving a snort that blew golden locks from his forehead as the
younger teen averted his face in fear.

"Don't you know that graveyards are dangerous places to be after dark?"

Seeing the blond flinch at his words but otherwise stay motionless he
moved in, roughly grasping the blonds chin to turn his face towards
his.

"So what are you doing out here all by yourself?"

Unable to turn his face while being held by the older teen, the blond cast his eyes down as his body slumped in the others grasp, all resistance flowing out of him.

“Are you going to do it?”

The question caught him by surprise, his face blanking before a growl returned.

“Do what?”

“You know, kill me.”

The blond lost his struggle with his emotions as his blue eyes welled up with tears that quickly overflowed, spilling down his cheeks and dropping onto the hand that was still grasping his chin.

“Now why would I want to do that?”

“Cause every one else wants to, cause I can’t take it anymore, cause I’m a fag.”

The last words were barely audible, in fact if he had not had such good hearing he doubted he could have even made it out, but he had and he could not believe that anyone could be so upset about something so trivial as to be willing to kill himself. He felt a low growl form in his throat as he dropped the others chin, disgusted with the weakling before him, almost ready to kill him just like he had asked for being so- pathetic.

But then as he knelt there, the blond teen still submissive before him he thought about what he had said, and sure he coulnd’t see killing himself over something so simple, he had known quite a few other people that had made much larger issues about even less important things. As he watched silent tears still streaming down the others face he was reminded of a story he had read a while back at one of the homes.

He had been living with a group of other guys and two of them had been lovers, they had talked to him about some, but mostly they stayed to themselves, but they had shown him some neat fanfictions. One that came to his mind at the moment had to do with some demon that had always been rejected, he had finally gotten so tired of it that he had searched out his brother who hated him so that he would kill him when they fought, just like they always did.

His brother though had recognized the pain in the demons face and instead had comforted him, had even showed him love before he killed him, letting him die happy as it were. Looking down at the blond in front of him, his face now averted and his eyes downcast he realized that while he may not understand what had brought him to this crossroads, he could at least offer what little comfort to him that he could.

Reaching down he grasped the blonds face gently, pulling him around so that their eyes met.

“Are you ready?”

Ice blue eyes grew round in apprehension as he realized that he had made his final choice, but then the fear faded as nodded gently, his resolve strengthening as he closed his eyes and waited for the end. He stilled, waiting quietly as he felt the rustle if the breeze from the movement of the elder teen, he heard the gentle whisper of cloth moving, then his eyes burst open as he felt lips press against his, a tongue gently lapping at his lip in an unspoken request for admittance.

Pulling back just enough to be able to look in amazement at the other teen, he now could tell that the sound of fabric he had heard earlier had been him undressing, as now the long haired teen was kneeling in front of him, quite naked- and quite excited. Not prepared for this the blonde scuttled back slightly, breaking the kiss they had been sharing.

“Wha- what are you doing?”

“Well you said you wanted to do ‘IT’, right?”

Long hair had now fallen over each side of his head as he advanced on the blond, enjoying the game of cat and mouse that had began as the blond now realized he had become “prey” instead of a victim.

“But- but-but…”

“You said you liked guys, right?”

The blond was only able to numbly nod back as he took in the sight of the older teen, now straddling him as his eyes roamed over the expanse of gently muscled chest that was exposed to him, the hair hiding his his face as it gently tickled his chest. His bodies reaction to the sight in front of him becoming readily apparent in the thin shorts he was wearing.

“Well, uhn yeah, I mean I do but…”

“And do you like what you see?” Knowing eyes answered that question as he slowly lowered his hips to brush his dripping shaft against the blondes cloth covered one. “I could be wrong but I think you do.”

A hand came up and under the blondes shirt, exposing his lean torso to the knight air and the dew damp grass, but the shivers that ran through his spine were far more than just the slight chill could account for. Leaning down so that his long hair pooled gently on the nicely tanned chest the older teen blew gently on one nipple, watching the small bud react to his attention before leaning down to gently nip at it, rolling the hardening part in his lips.

“Do you want this?”

A muffled groan was the only response he got, so he leaned up slightly, just enough to be able to find blue eyes in his field of vision, blue eyes that were staring down at him with a mixture of fear, eagerness and lust.

“I’m not gonna do this unless you tell me you want this, cause it could hurt.”

He knew that it was slightly odd to worry about the blonds pain when he was planning on killing him shortly, but he wanted this to be a good memory for him to take to, well wherever. The blonde blushed and looked away but did manage to make a reply.

“Its ok, I want you to- you know.”

“Are you sure, I mean have you ever done anything like this?”

The blondes blush now flooded past just his cheeks as his whole face turned a bright red that even bled down towards his chest.

“Yeah, I’ll be ok?”

“Allright, I want you to suck on my fingers, get them good and wet and I’ll stretch you out some, ok?”

“Uhm, well I mean you can, but I’m pretty used to it.” Seeing the surprised expression crossing the older teens face the blonde continued quickly. “I stole a couple of my moms dildos and well, you know, but I’ve never actually had anyone else, well do that.”

Deciding that was enough permission to make his mind happy, the teen began to work the blondes shorts off, still gently lapping at his chest and navel, enjoying making the blond squirm and shiver in the wet grass. Still not certain of just how prepared he should be, he still licked two his own fingers and gently placed them at the others opening, rubbing gentle circles till they were admitted, then running them in and out a few times to spread the liquid warmth around in preparation.

Grasping both of the tens legs to raise his hips off the ground, he scooted forward, placing himself at the entrance to the blonde and looking up to see if he was ready, the blue eyes that looked back down at him were almost glassed over in anticipation and with one quick movement he moved forward, seating himself inside of the welcoming warmth of the blonde. Looking up he was almost afraid that something had gone wrong, the blondes eyes were screwed shut and his mouth was open in a breathless O, but then a guttural moan came from the blonde followed by a shiver that almost pulled him out of the blonde as the lithe body under him shook.

Taking that as a good sign he pulled himself out some, just barely remaining connected to the blonde below him, then running his length back inside to get another spasm from the blonde below him as he started to pant, his shaft bouncing against both of their stomachs. Lowering his legs to either side of their entangled bodies he leaned forward to take the blondes lips in a hungry kiss, at the same time trapping his throbbing manhood between their two bodies so that every motion he made inside the blonde also cause the twitching member to rub against his abs, well lubricated by the abundant pre cum coating both teens abdomens.

Watching the blonde, he could tell that he was quickly reaching the pinnacle of his orgasm, he could feel the velvet walls that were encasing his shaft grow tighter with each thrust he made and the shaft poking him in the stomach had almost become painful in its hardness. Pushing himself all the way in, he felt his shaft brush against a spongy spot that had seemed to cause so much pleasure to the blonde below him, and with that contact he felt the blondes walls tighten around him, holding him in place as the shaft trapped between them loosed its volleys of white liquid, and as he felt the pulses of the thick liquid quake through the body below him he felt his own release take him, spewing forth inside the tight heat that had him trapped.

Knowing that this was the moment he had prepared for, he reached up, tears freely falling as he kept the blondes lips locked in an almost crushing embrace as he prepared to break the younger teens neck. Placing a hand firmly on either side of his head, he grasped a handful of blonde hair as he wished the younger teen to find the peace he had longed for, steeling himself he settled his grip to twist the head just right, cracking the spine and killing him instantly so that the last memory he would take from his life was the bliss he was currently feeling.

Tensing his mind for the sickening crack that was to come he wrenched his arms- and felt his own body burn in pain.

He screamed as he felt as if liquid fire was consuming his veins. Jerking back and away from the blond he did not notice as his shaft was wrenched free from the others entrance, causing the blonde to jump in pain as he came out of his orgasm induced bliss to watch the older teen writhing in the grass before him.

As quickly as it had come the pain receded, but the aftershocks rocked his body as he curled up on himself, wanting to vomit but unable to even gather the strength to wretch he merely sat there, his body shaking from the pain as he tried to burrow into the cooling grass. As his senses returned slowly to him, he wondered what had happened- the gentle glow of midday permeated the cemetery and he could hear the traffic of a normal day as it bustled past.

He felt a hand being placed gently on his shoulder as he looked up to see the blond boy from last night looking down on him, but he knew that could not be right, he had killed the blonde. Were they both in hell now, surely that had been what the pain had been. As his eyes took in the supposedly dead form in front of him he wondered why was the scent of sex so strong, but all of his curiosity vanished as the wide eyed blonde reached down and stroked the top of his head, and he felt something flick gently at the offending touch. Still unsure of what had happened he knew he could at least get the bug or whatever was in his hair off of him so he reached up to remove the creature when his hands instead found a furry piece of something atop his head. As his hand moved over it he could feel it, not just through his fingers but through the object itself, were those- ears.

Jerking his hand down he noticed for the first time that the strands of hair that he caught in the movement were now snow white, and looking closer to his hands he saw that his normally blunt nails had lengthened, almost looking like- claws.

A gentle poke returned him from his thoughts as he realized the blonde was talking to him, an almost scary look of admiration in his eyes

“Hey- are you alright, wow what happened there, I mean you almost look like Inuyasha.”

Staring up at the now beaming blonde the newly transformed Inuyasha let a low growl rumble from deep in his chest, unfortunately that only made the blondes smile even larger as you could almost see the hearts form over his eyes.

“OH MY GOD you are so cute, I LOVE INUYASHA, wow how did you do that, that is so cool, how did you make the ears move.”

The now very bubbly and very excited fanboy reached up and begin to gently rub both ears, getting a gentle murmur from the hanyou as he felt something strange begin to thump-thump-thump behind him. He was too engrossed in enjoying getting his ears rubbed, even if he was pissed of at the blonde for just touching him like that to notice the blonde look over him towards his back before letting out a high pitched squeal that sent his ears flattening to his skull.

“You even have a tail- and you can get it to move!”

Quickly scooting around to a position where he could inspect the tail closer the blonde let out a gasp as he took a closer look, than pulled none too gently on it getting a enraged yelp from a certain dog-eared boy.

“Thats not a prop, that things real, but how, I mean…”

The two teens stared at each other for a moment, Ice blue eyes locked onto newly changed amber until the newly changed teen shrugged, uncertain of just what to make of all this but hoping that something, anything would come to him soon.

“I don’t know, so hey, would you mind if I crashed at your place tonight, The place where I was staying doesn’t take dogs.”

The blonde, now almost beside himself with the urge to jump up and down as a very naked, very cute and very well hung white haired, dog eared and fluffy tailed- well whatever he is asked about staying with him gave silent thanks to any and all deities he could think of. Oh yes, fanboy dreams do come true.