Annexation and Surrender

Title: Annexation and Surrender
Author: Reyn
Rating: If you’re underage, you shouldn’t be reading this.
Disclaimer: I have little to no interest in Inuyasha. No money being gained here.
Warnings: Shota. Shota, shota, shota. Oh, and yaoi. And incest. Three taboos in one – I’m going to hell. And yes, this is pretty much a PWP.
Author’s Note: None of this (shota and the Inuyasha fandom in general) is really my cup of tea, but this is a dirty little ‘jest cause’ gift for my good friend Demitria Miriam. She has no knowledge of this, so I’m hoping she’ll jest sort of stumble across it and be happy and surprised and love me forever for writing this for her. Worst case scenario, she’ll damn me to the depths of hell and never talk to me again, but I figure that’ll be okay as long as someone out there takes pleasure in reading this.

Oh, and since the warnings are up there, flames attacking the taboos will be responded to and doused. Happy reading ^_^

Annexation


Sesshomaru’s eyes, previously closed in bliss as the filth in his hair was washed away by the small waterfall, snapped open; his senses telling him that he was being watched. Almost instantly after, he relaxed, recognizing the presence to be that of the young hanyou who had taken to following him around ever since his mother had died and the humans of his village had banished him from their lands.

True, they were related, him and the child hanyou, but he highly doubted the boy knew such a thing. In fact, he was quite sure the only reason Inuyasha was stalking him was because he had noticed the golden gaze watching him play from time to time on the outskirts of the village. Back then, Sesshomaru saw no harm in his younger half brother being aware of him, but now that the child was left without a guardian, the inu youkai found himself wondering if it would have been better if he was more careful in the past.

It wasn’t that Sesshomaru really minded having the timid hanyou following him around, provided, or course, the boy kept his distance. It was simply that Inuyasha was an annoyance for the demon whom was used to his days being filled with no one other than himself. The boy was a distraction, and Sesshomaru often found himself noticing the other’s less than pleasant habits.

For example, Inuyasha seemed to have this tendency of climbing trees as if he were a cat. Not only that, but he seemed to prefer sleeping up there as well, which, for the moment, was forgivable enough since the boy was still young and it saved Sesshomaru the trouble of making sure predators did not harm the child’s sleeping form.

Another habit that grated on Sesshomaru’s nerves was the simple fact that Inuyasha seemed more in tune with his dog-like aspects while in human form. Often times after hunting, he would throw part of the meal off to the side and watch out of the corner of his eye as the hanyou would creep out of his poor excuse for a hiding spot, drop down on all fours, and sniff the food before eating it. Were his senses really so poor that he had to drop his face centimeters before his quarry before he could tell that it was edible?

Of all of these, the worst had to be when Sesshomaru chose to bathe. Previously, the task was one of meditation and relaxation, but lately it was anything but. The unwavering gaze of golden childlike eyes pierced through the calming aura of the waterfall, making the full-blooded demon rather self conscious of his movements and washing habits.

For the most part, he was sure the boy was simply trying to use the opportunity to figure out who he really was and why he smelled so familiar. Sesshomaru could have easily given him the answers, but the questions (as well as any other form of verbal communication) never came. It probably had something to do with his deep mistrust of others. Such a thing was fine since Sesshomaru preferred the silence to begin with, but he sincerely hoped his younger brother wasn’t harboring the suspicion that he was his father.

Deciding that his bath was now ruined thanks to his thoughts dwelling on such a lowly being, Sesshomaru moved away from his beloved waterfall, only to have his senses pick up on something that reeked. Nearly groaning in realization, narrowed eyes zeroed in on the lower branches of a tree hanging over the pond.

“Come here, Inuyasha.”

A startled gasp was heard as the foliage shook before the small figure of a red-clad, white haired boy tumbled down, falling into the water below with a great splash. With a minimal amount of flailing, Inuyasha quickly uprighted himself to face his current caretaker, crouched and ready to run if he was told that his presence was no longer tolerated.

Instead, Sesshomaru quietly held a hand out to him, patiently waiting as he watched the child stare at the offering in shock, anger, hope, and fear, before a small, hesitant hand slowly reached out in return.

Pulling the hanyou close, Sesshomaru crouched down and silently began to undress the smaller figure, paying no mind to how the form stiffened with embarrassment as his state was slowly reduced to match that of the older demon before him. Running his hands over his brother’s skin, Sesshomaru frowned as his fingertips were assaulted by the feel of dirt and grime instead of smooth flesh. He would have to make it a point to rest closer to water more often to give the child ample chance to bathe himself regularly.

Standing, Sesshomaru moved back to the waterfall, only having to turn around once to get the hanyou to follow him. Instead of kneeling directly under its flow this time, the demon chose to sit inside a small cropping of boulders near the end of the waterfall, where the water was shallow enough to barely reach past his navel once settled. Reaching out, Sesshomaru scowled at the slight resistance Inuyasha put up as the boy was pulled into his lap. Yes, it was understandable, but really, even an idiot should have figured out what was going on by now.

One arm tightly wound around a small waist to ensure that escape was not possible, Sesshomaru extended his other arm behind him, breaking the branches of a small bush growing nearby in order to attain some of its sap*. Not bothering to lather it up first, the demon tackled the task of rubbing down the now squirming child, determined that no traces of his stench leave this place.

His hands vigorously worked over the boy’s chest, arms, back, sides, stomach, and chest again as Inuyasha jumped when his lower abdomen was touched. Slowing the pace down a fraction, Sesshomaru once again attempted to cleanse his brother’s lower body, hips, legs, thighs – small hands grabbed his wrist in panic – yes, he was going to wash there, too. Ignoring the way hips rutted forward and form went rigid; Sesshomaru moved his hand over the undersized penis and balls, massaging them until the shaft was hard enough to hold in his fist so that he could properly cleanse that as well.

Inuyasha was trembling as his most private of areas was subjected to such ministrations, and Sesshomaru felt a bout of playfulness rise up in him as a result. Releasing his hold from around the hanyou’s waist, Sesshomaru allowed his fingers to trace up the boy’s chest, pausing to tweak a pebbled nipple and causing Inuyasha to audibly gasp.

Chuckling at the sound, Sesshomaru moved his hands back into safer territory and resumed the task of cleansing his brother, cupping water into his palms and pouring it down the hanyou’s upper torso to help wash away any excess sap. He was confident the child would no longer try to dash off – his squirming had taken on the different tune of trying to be closer rather than drawing away.

It wasn’t until tiny hands reached out for his wrist once more that Sesshomaru found himself shocked, watching as his hand was slowly pulled down in an almost shy request to finish what he started. Either the boy was spoiled in such matters or he was much more sensitive that the older demon had assumed if he truly was bold enough to insist that he be brought to completion.

And so, Sesshomaru wrapped his fingers around the appendage, tightening his grip with each upward stroke, and came to the conclusion that Inuyasha was definitely sensitive, as the boy seemed torn between pulling his hips away and thrusting deep into the tunneled hand. There was something strangely erotic about this; the way the hanyou pressed his back against the older demon’s chest, his head tossed back as if he were offering his neck up to the one who was holding him so intimately.

But Sesshomaru never got the chance to fully appreciate the moment, because in eight strokes, it peaked, and hips finally decided to propel forward, lifting the form from the lap it was on; the young body taut and convulsing as it attempted to aide itself in milking all it could from the powerful orgasm that Sesshomaru’s own hand had wrought.

However fervent the moment was, it was not the sight presented before him that caused blood to rush down to Sesshomaru’s groin, bringing it to full and throbbing hardness. No, it was the single sound that had passed through Inuyasha’s clenched teeth mere milliseconds after the first vestige of rapture seized his being, in a moment when no thoughts existed – only feelings…

“Nii-san…!”




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*Way back when, in the days before soap, people used the sap of certain plants as a type of body wash when bathing. I don’t know if this was limited to only a few certain cultures, or if it was widespread, but I know it works when you’re dirty beyond recognition.

Will there be a part two? I have one written...it's jest a matter of getting around to posting it someday.