Demon Terror

A/N Yes, I have other stories to update. *ducks and covers head at the debris thrown by angry readers.* I AM working on them all, I promise, I just had to finish this up for a 'Secret Santa Writing Exchange.' This is a Sessh/Inu story, with a Christmas theme and mpreg, by request from Quirkerstein at Y-gallery. One shot only for the moment.

The next Inuyasha story going up with be 'The Other Side of Kazaana' The chapter is written and in editing stage right now. Sorry it's been a while from me - everything's been a little crazy, but I'm hopefully getting back into the groove now so you'll be seeing more of me! If you are wondering about future updates, you can check my author profile here for info. on my LJ account where I post updates.

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Warnings: explicit M/M sex, anal, mpreg..I think that's all.

Oh, and sorry about the lack of italics - hopefully it won't end up detracting from the story too much!


Demon Terror

“What the hell is this?” Inuyasha shook the odd, brightly-colored box in his hands and sniffed at it as it barked back at him. “It smells pretty weird, if it’s something to eat.”

Kagome glared – big fucking surprise - and would have snatched it back but he immediately held it over his head. He looked up and shook it again to hear the odd, funny little barking.

“Stop it, you baka! You’ll hurt it!”

He glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes while he pretended not to hear and shook it slightly again, just to make her squeal angrily. It was times like this when he could mess with her a little, beause if she didn’t want it hurt, she wouldn’t use the damn necklace to slam him into the ground while he was holding it.

Whatever the hell ‘it’ was.

“Why don’t you simply open the package and then all our curiosity will be satisfied.” Miroku said from the other side of the campfire. He smiled innocently as Kagome and Sango checked the position of his hands before they turned back to Inuyasha and his odd box.

“What the hell is it, though? I ain’t opening something that’s gonna smack me in the face or fuck me up or something.”

Kagome put her hands on her hips and huffed. “Inuyasha! When have I ever given you something that would hurt you?”

His face dropped slowly until he looked at her straight in the eye. His free hand went up and he flicked his koto-dama beads without blinking. A blush crept over her face. She shifted uneasily.

With a grunt, he looked back up at the box. “So what is it?”

She cleared her throat. “It’s called a Christmas present.”

“Well, that doesn’t mean shit to me, so what the fuck’s a Christmas present?”

“Just…Christmas is a religious holiday. People give each other gifts wrapped with pretty paper.”

Inuyasha looked at her with a skeptical eye. “Yeah? Then why haven’t you ever done this before, huh?”

Kagome took a deep breath. He could see her trying to keep from ‘sitting’ him as she looked up at his package and he smiled to himself. He’d take what advantage he could.

“Grandfather doesn’t like everyone always westernizing everything. If it’s not Buddhist or Shinto, he hates it. But all of mama’s friends have been celebrating it recently, so she wanted to try it, just once. That’s why I brought you all presents. And yours is really special, Inuyasha! Souta won it from a contest, and he thinks so much of you that he wanted to give it to you! It’s one of a kind, so treat it nice!”

“You brought presents for all of us?” Shippou’s high voice came from behind Kirara as he bounded over with childishly innocent greed. “Even me?”

Turning from Inuyasha, Kagome laughed as she was assaulted with Shippou’s small form and she carried him over to her backpack to bring out a small package for him. Miroku and Sango lost interest in Inuyasha’s gift and drifted over as well as she began to hand out more gifts.

Inuyasha, ignored now, brought his present back down and stared at it. He made of show of not watching the others unwrap their gifts – he didn’t want them to know that he wasn’t sure how to do it. Seeing everyone carefully undoing sticky bits that looked like solid water, unfolding the paper delicately, he was glad he’d looked. He would have just ripped the damn stuff off, and then Kagome would have been pissed, as usual.

With a careful slicing of his claws, he slit the sticky stuff off, and unfolded the paper to find a small box with holes in it. What the hell was this? He held it up to his face and peered in, jerking back as something moved inside with a high pitched squeaking.

“It’s alive!”

“Yes, it is, which is why you should be careful with it!” Kagome said, turning around. Everyone else, already holding unwrapped gifts, turned to look at him. They all came over, peering at it. He felt a bit self-conscious as he opened it up and looked inside. He stared. He sniffed. He tilted his head and stared down at it.

“All right…what the hell is it? I can’t even tell lookin’ at it!” A puffball of white, about as long as his hand, looked up at him with deep black eyes. Gray round ears framed its face, and a tiny, feathery tail curled behind it. It quivered a moment, and then the high pitched little pips started up again.

“Ooooh, it likes you!” Kagome said excitedly.

“Oy! What the fuck is it, wench?!”

“Don’t be so ungrateful, Inuyasha. Kagome has given you quite a lovely…eh…animal,” Miroku said, staring at it.

“Yes, it’s a beautiful little…creature,” Sango added, watching it as well. She and Miroku exchanged a glance as though trying to tell if the other might know what it was.

“See! You don’t know what the hell it is, either! Kagome brought me back some sorta fluffy, mutant rat or something.”

“It’s not a rat, it’s a chinchilla!”

Inuyasha watched as the little puffball stared at him and he shook his head. “Never heard of it.” He glared at her suspiciously. “You sure you ain’t making that up, just ‘cause you’re too embarrassed to tell me you don’t know what the fuck it is, either?”

Kagome stomped her foot furiously. “No! It’s a chinchilla! They’re from another country, you jerk!”

Inuyasha’s expression didn’t change. “Then how did you get one? You ain’t gone anywhere recently.”

Inuyasha tried not to grin as Kagome’s entire face turned red with anger…and she still didn’t sit him. He didn’t care if it really was a fluffy rat, it was keeping him from getting sat and giving him an opportunity to mess with Kagome a bit. That alone made it all right as far as he was concerned.

When she spoke, it was slowly and through gritted teeth. “It was rescued from Tokyo Bay, Inuyasha. It fell overboard from somewhere.”

“Right,” he said, putting just enough doubt on the word to piss her off even more. This was fun! “And then you were walkin’ along and they just gave it to Souta or something? Sounds like you were conned. Did the guys who gave it to you look like Miroku?”

“Inuyasha!”

“I resent the implication that I look like a crook,” Miroku said with a bland, pious face.

“You don’t look like a crook, monk, you are a crook.” Inuyasha didn’t enjoy Miroku’s false outrage for more than a moment before his ears flattened as Kagome started screaming.

“Souta watches that animal rescue show, you baka! THEY took in the chinchilla! THEY offered it in a contest! And SOUTA won it! It’s a chinchilla, not a rat, and you treat it nicely!!!!”

Inuyasha stared down at it, essentially ignoring Kagome again. So she gave him some little animal that was all alone and lost from its family, and now it was stuck 500 years in the past. The poor little bit of fur was really lost, then. It bipped at him softly and he felt the corner of his lip twist up. “An orphan, huh?”

He put his hand down into the box and the little thing stared at it before scrambling up his arm to curl up on his shoulder. Looking down, Inuyasha could barely see it – it blended into his hair almost completely. It rubbed at his neck with a slightly softer chirping and he squirmed a little. It felt funny, kind of soft and fluttery. And it smelled better than he would have thought.

“I guess he ain’t so bad,” he mumbled. Stupid little thing was as alone as he was, he guessed.

“Lemme see!” Shippou yelled, bounding over. The chinchilla gave a really strange high humming and there was a sharp sting on Inuyasha’s neck.

“Ow! It bit me!” He smacked Shippou away as he was about to jump onto Inuyasha’s arm, and the chinchilla calmed and licked at the wound. Inuyasha growled, about to claw it off, and paused. The rhythmic licking was actually king of nice. Wincing as Shippou began to wail, he nodded to himself. It was probably just startled by the brat. Really, if Inuyasha were a little furball, Shippou would have annoyed the crap out of him. Could he really blame the thing for reacting that way?

He growled when Shippou realized that no one was really looking at him, despite his carrying on, and came scrambling back. There was a high, sharp chirp again, and the chinchilla shifted and bit him just as Shippou leapt. Inuyasha cursed, stepped back so Shippou missed his shoulder entirely and landed on the ground, and had to grab his pet as it took a huge leap from his shoulder to try and attack Shippou.

“Woah, he really doesn’t like you at all,” Inuyasha grinned at the kitsune. The chinchilla settled in his hands as he held him and when Shippou didn’t approach again, it climbed back up his arm and began licking at the little wound it had made.

“Guess you don’t get to play with him, ha.” Shippou sniffled, running over to Kagome to complain. Inuyasha just continued to grin as Kagome tried to bring him over and the white furball repeated his nip-and-attack again.

Inuyasha made a big production out of petting his pet, going on about how soft the fur was, and watched as both Kagome and Shippou grew more and more angry at him. There were no sits, although he was pretty sure he saw her start to say the word before she cut herself off. He had one more biting incident with Kirara, but it barely fazed him.

With all the crap he was able to dish out because he had something on his shoulder, it was worth a few bites. After all, it wasn’t like they hurt that much, not half as much as getting sat, and it was fantastic that it didn’t like Shippou. And no matter what, Kagome couldn’t sit him. She couldn’t do it. If she didn’t want to hurt the chinchilla, she couldn’t hurt him.

He loved his fuzzball. He smiled as he reached up and fuzzed the soft fur gently. “You’re a pretty darn cool gift,” he whispered to it.

His feelings didn’t change over the next week, which kind of surprised him. Usually he’d be irritated as hell with someone by now, even if it was just an animal, but he was enjoying this far too much for the little chirps and rumbles to get on his nerves. The squirt would get down to take a piss and stuff, but otherwise it seemed glued to his shoulder. He hadn’t been ‘sat’ in 7 whole days! And he’d even been smacking Shippou around when the brat deserved it for teasing him too much or going off and doing something stupid that could get him killed. And Kagome couldn’t do anything!!

It was wonderful!

It was growing pretty fast, too. It was almost as big as Shippou now, and Kagome had started bitching at him for feeding it too much.

She was an idiot. No such thing as feeding too much. You ate when you could or you starved when there wasn’t anything to eat. She still didn’t get that. So he continued to feed his fuzzball what he wanted, and do what he wanted, and for once what he wanted and what Kagome wanted actually matched up. The stupid village they were at had been damaged in a recent earthquake, and the stream running near their village had dried up. They were hoping their group (Inuyasha, in other words) would go farther up the mountain and see if there might be something blocking the water since the quake.

Kagome’s voice had been really grating on him, so he was more than happy for an excuse to get away from her that wouldn’t earn him even more irritating screeching when he got back. Right now, she and Sango were caring for anyone who’d been injured, and Miroku was doing his best to seduce anyone who hadn’t been injured. He wasn’t actually certain if the last person he saw Miroku flirting with was a man or a woman, but neither one would surprise him. The monk was such a pervert.

Walking up the hill, stroking his pet absently, he hopped over another hillock and finally found the problem. It took him only a few moments to assess the large boulder and a few downed trees that were blocking the water.

“Feh, no problem.”

Cracking his knuckles, he grinned as he flexed his muscles to toss the stupid rock farther up the mountain and shoved the trees to the side. Fluff clung to his shoulder and simply bipped at him quietly when he was done.

“Yeah, that sort of feels good, doesn’t it?” It was a little wet – the stream hadn’t exactly waited for him to get out of the way before it started coming through, but he’d been wet before, and it was kind of hot today anyway.

Fluff tensed suddenly on his shoulder and chirruped fiercely at him before biting him on the neck.

“Dammit, Fluff! I thought you’d stopped doin’ that! Quit freakin’ out every time Shippou gets near, all right!?” He turned around to yell at Shippou for following him up – stupid kit was gonna get himself killed – and had his sword out before his mind switched gears as he saw Sesshoumaru standing on the opposite bank of the stream.

He shifted slightly, putting his shoulder with the little white ball of fluff slightly away from Sesshoumaru. He was sure his brother would smell the little thing soon – it was a really attractive smell – but if he was careful, he might be able to keep it alive. Worse came to worse, maybe he could just fling his pet towards the camp and hope for the best. Better than it being butchered by Sesshoumaru just because the ass always tried to destroy anything his brother had. He’d always been an asshole, but now that his arm had grown back, the fucker was even worse. And a hell of a lot deadlier.

“What the hell do you want, bastard?”

Looking down his nose at him, Sesshoumaru slowly drew Tokijin. “I need give no reason to half-breed filth such as yourself.”

With a gliding leap he landed in front of Inuyasha and almost sliced down onto his shoulder before Inuyasha got his guard up and backpedaled. He never was as fast without Kagome around, but protecting the little guy on his shoulder, he was a bit faster than normal. It would be enough to keep him alive and hopefully bore Sesshoumaru into leaving him the fuck alone.

They danced around each other for long minutes, coming near enough to slice cloth but never flesh, and then a strong breeze blew Inuyasha’s hair straight back over his shoulders. Sesshoumaru, his arm out as he was preparing to sprint towards him, froze. His eyes focused on Inuyasha’s shoulder as Fluff chirped at him, and the physically impossible happened.

Sesshoumaru stumbled.

Staring, he regained his balance and stood perfectly still. Inuyasha looked at his weird behavior for a moment and then shrugged and jumped forward to attack, and Sesshoumaru did the impossible again.

He retreated.

His face drew up in a snarl. “Keep that disgusting vermin away from this Sesshoumaru!”

It was Inuyasha’s turn to stop. Vermin? Was he talking about Fluff? Inuyasha glanced down at the white fluff and saw it staring intently at Sesshoumaru.

Inuyasha took another step forward and Sesshoumaru backed away again.

What. The. Hell?

Inuyasha glanced down at Fluff again. It couldn’t be the fuzzy guy, could it? Sesshoumaru’s sword arm was down, his face was drawn, and his eyes weren’t leaving Inuyasha’s shoulder. Usually, Inuyasha would expect him to be attacking any second now, but he didn’t move. He didn’t do anything but stare at Inuyasha and Fluff.

Inuyasha finally shook his head. Sesshoumaru was going to freeze up, why was Inuyasha being an idiot and just standing there? He could totally kick his ass right now! With that in mind, he leapt forward and nearly jumped out of his skin as Sesshoumaru leapt backward with an actual exclamation.

“Stay back, half-breed! I will not tell you again!”

Inuyasha might have been worried, but the bead of sweat that trickled down Sesshoumaru’s face had him more fascinated than frightened. What the hell was freaking out the icy bastard so much? All he kept doing was trying to keep away and staring at…Fluff. A little explosion went off inside his brain and he reached up with his free hand to scoop the fuzzball off and hold him in his palm. Feeling a little stupid, but willing to take a chance, he thrust his hand in front of himself and Sesshoumaru backed away again. His sword came up, but he didn’t attack.

Inuyasha took a step forward and stuck the fluffball out again to see Sesshoumaru step farther away.

“I will not spare your life this time if you dare to approach me, you abomination!”

Inuyasha beamed as Sesshoumaru still took another step back as he made his threat. Ha!

Fucking asshole Lord of the West was afraid of Chinchillas!

Christmas was the best damn religion ever!

He took a few more quick steps at Sesshoumaru, watching with gleeful grin as his brother nearly fumbled in his haste to keep away from the little white critter. Inuyasha waved his hand to make Fluff shimmy in the air.

“Ooooh,” he made his voice snarky and ghostly at the same time. “Scary! Look, it’s the evil Chinchilla! Beware!” He snorted as Sesshoumaru took another step away from him as he continued his approach. The bastard was looking as pissed as he usually was, but he was still backing up. Inuyasha stopped, letting Fluff climb back up to his shoulder, and started laughing.

“You are a fuckin’ pussy!” Pointing his finger, he laughed harder as Sesshoumaru stiffened up and glared at him – but didn’t attack. “The great Lord of the West is a cowardly bitch!”

Sesshoumaru hissed. “You know nothing!”

“I know I’m gonna kick your ass!”

“Destroy the Shinshi-Kaitai before –“

“The whatsit? What the hell are you talking about? Don’t you recognize a chinchilla when you see one?” Ha, Sesshoumaru didn’t know about future animals! Thought he was such a big-ass, superior bastard, and he didn’t know!

Sesshoumaru snarled, approaching for the first time since he’d seen Fluff, and Inuyasha yelled out as his pet completely freaked. Chittering in high-pitched yips, it leapt from Inuyasha’s shoulder so quickly his eyes didn’t see it until it landed on Sesshoumaru’s arm. Sesshoumaru swung out with an enraged yell, cursed once as he was bitten fiercely enough that a dot of blood soaked through his haori, and managed to toss Fluff off with a violent swing.

Inuyasha just managed to catch his pet before it hit the ground. “Hey! You fucking hurt my pet and I’m gonna…ow! Dammit, Fluff, will you stop biting me!” He glared at his crabby pet briefly before looking up just in time to see Sesshoumaru’s face turn even whiter than normal.

“No,” Sesshoumaru’s voice trickled out in a horrified whisper. “You ignorant fool, what have you done!?” He took one last step back, and then to Inuyasha’s total shock, he turned and fled.

A minute or two later, Inuyasha was still staring at the spot he’d last seen his brother. He was trying to rub his eyes to see him, because he still couldn’t quite believe that his brother had run away…from Fluff! He didn’t know what the fuck had him so spooked, but who knew what went through that cold bastard’s warped brain anyway?

When Sesshoumaru didn’t reappear before him after another minute’s staring, he smiled slowly. He pet Fluff as it crept back up his arm to nestle against his shoulder again. “Fluff, you are officially the coolest animal ever made.”

With a pleasant little glow of happiness starting to burn in his belly, Inuyasha headed back down to the village. He couldn’t wait to share the news. It was kind of a pain to finally let Kagome know how cool her gift really was, but it would be worth it to tell how Sesshoumaru had run away with his tail between his legs.

Moaning under his breath the next afternoon, Inuyasha tried to move normally. He wanted to die. No, he wanted some relief, and then he’d die. He just didn’t’ want anyone to know why he needed the sweet, blessed release of death at the moment. And they didn’t seem to be able to figure it out yet, thank the gods. Kagome and Sango were walking on ahead, chatting about some boring crap that merely irritated his already frayed nerves. They were clueless. Miroku knew something was up, but he didn’t know what, exactly.

He was right, though. Something was most definitely up. And it had been up since the night before, when the lovely warmth in Inuyasha’s stomach from the afternoon had become not so lovely and quite a bit hotter and migrated down to his fucking cock. He had the worst case of blue balls he’d ever heard of, and it was agony. Jacking off did nothing for it. Hell, he COULDN’T jack off; he just rubbed himself raw and stayed hard as a rock. He could barely move without limping right now.

Dammit to Naraku’s black mind but he wanted to come! His hand twitched with the urge to reach down and rub himself, just to ease the burning throbbing that pulsed with every step, even if it was only for a moment or two. Even if so far, it hadn’t eased the pain at all.

It was horrible. Awful. Fucking pain in the ass and he had no idea what the hell had caused it. And the worst thing of all was that one person kept popping into his mind each time his cock twitched with the need to thrust. Like right now, when yellow eyes and dark red stripes popped into his head.

“This is just sick,” he whispered to himself.

“Did you say something, Inuyasha?” Miroku asked softly.

Yelping in surprise, Inuyasha leapt back so far he hit a tree by the side of the road. “Shit, Miroku, don’t DO that!”

Miroku’s face twitched as though he were about to smile. “I hadn’t realized my stealth had reached such epic proportions. There’s no need to become testy, though, I was merely asking a question. I thought I heard you say something.”

Inuyasha flushed wildly, his back leaning against the young tree while he shifted and tried to hide the erection that seemed to have grown even bigger after the small bit of pain when his back scraped against the bark. “I didn’t say a d-damn thing! And why’re you standin’ so close, you pervert!? Back off!” As Miroku took a step back, Inuyasha ran his hand over Fluff’s soft fur to try and calm himself. It almost helped, and at least the small chirping was a nicer sound than the pounding of his own blood in his ears.

Miroku raised an eyebrow as he stared at Inuyasha carefully. “Are you certain you’re well? You don’t seem yourself.”

“I’m fine!”

Kagome’s voice from nearby startled him and he turned to find her and Sango stopped and staring at him. With his back against the tree, he felt rather trapped and he started to sweat. “Really?” she asked skeptically. “Sesshoumaru didn’t hurt you and you’re too stubborn to mention it, did he?”

“What? No! Bastard couldn’t hit the broadside of a barn, he was so scared of Fluff.”

“I don’t trust you Inuyasha. Miroku’s right; you don’t look well. Let me see.” Kagome reached for his suikan. Crap, that was all he needed: Kagome jerking at his clothes again and finding a huge erection in his hakama!

“I’m fucking fine! Crap, back off, Kagome! I said I’m fine!” He smacked at her hands. About to yell at her some more, he jumped almost five feet in the air at a low growl from the trees behind Miroku.

His entire body shivered. Damn but that was a sexy sound.

Sesshoumaru emerged from the shadows, staring at him. Inuyasha swallowed. He should attack him, he thought. He had Fluff; all he had to do was hold him out and scare the bastard off. Instead, his eyes ran down over the silken clothes covering his body and he suddenly wondered just what Sesshoumaru looked like under them all.

What did he feel like?

What did he taste like?

Eyes went wide and he jammed himself against the bark behind him. “What the f-fuck do you want?” He felt like he was repeating himself from the day before, but…he’d just wondered what Sesshoumaru tasted like! And not in a way that he would if he were going to kill him and eat him or somethin’! THAT would be bad enough, but to think that and have his balls pull up tightly at the same time? He shuddered.

He vaguely heard Sango and Miroku spreading out to his sides, readying their weapons, and Kagome stepping next to Sango with her bow. Shippou and Kirara hovered near Miroku’s head.

None of it mattered.

Sesshoumaru’s slightly reddened eyes, his heavy breathing, his musky scent that was practically oozing through the air to wrap itself around Inuyasha’s head – those mattered. They were mesmerizing, and they should so the FUCK not, but he couldn’t stop thinking about them…noticing them. Damn it all to hell but his brother was fucking sexy.

When Sesshoumaru spoke, his voice was a hoarse parody of its former self. “You infected me, you putrid little whelp. I should have killed you when you were a pup.” Sesshoumaru took a step closer as though he were walking to his own execution.

“I should have drowned you like the dog you are.” Another step while his scent poured itself into Inuyasha’s body.

Sesshoumaru’s voice dropped to a low growl while his hands flexed. His eyes never left Inuyasha. “I should have sliced your belly open and left your entrails for the wolves.”

Inuyasha swallowed so loudly he was surprised Miroku didn’t comment on it, but he couldn’t move. He couldn’t move, because if he did, it was going to be to plaster himself all over Sesshoumaru’s damn, sexy body and he would have to be dead before that happened. So he couldn’t move.

Staying right here. Against the tree. Away from his brother.

“What the hell did you do to your smell” he finally whispered, and he heard Miroku choke suddenly next to him.

“His what?” the monk asked quietly, and shut up as Sesshoumaru glared at him with deadly precision before concentrating again on Inuyasha.

Sesshoumaru was standing a few feet away now. Kagome’s voice was a mild irritant in the background, Sango’s spiky, angry smell was barely noticeable, but Inuyasha’s cock felt like it was begging him to take a few steps forward just so it had something to rub against. Pale fabric covering what had to be snow-pale skin – it would feel so good to shove his dick against that. So fucking good…

And then Sesshoumaru was there with one last eye-defying glide, right in front of him. He stared down at Inuyasha as their clothing brushed against each other’s “I should have slit your throat when I had the chance,” the Daiyoukai said, his voice deep and low.

Inuyasha swallowed again as he stared up at him while they both ignored the frantic questions and threats from his friends. “Yeah. You should have,” he mumbled, and then Sesshoumaru snarled at him and gouged his fingers into his hair as he pushed his mouth over his.

Inuyasha moaned at the heat of it, the slightly bitter scent of his angry arousal coating him. Sesshoumaru’s thigh pushed in between his legs and Inuyasha shoved his hips forward to feel his cock rub against it. It felt so damn good he did it again, and then he couldn’t stop. He had to keep thrusting, feeling the scrape of fabric and hard muscled against his erection. His mind was screaming at him – I’m humping his fucking leg like a dog! – and he didn’t care. He’d never felt like this: burning, pulsing, pushing at him to thrust and bite and claw and…fuck, he didn’t care, as long as it didn’t stop!

A high pitched chirp from the ground finally penetrated the storm of thrusting and tongues and Inuyasha yanked his head back, gasping for air. “Holy fuck!” He panted desperately, staring up at his brother, his hips still thrusting forward even though he tried to stop them.

He jerked his eyes away and looked down to see Fluff staring up at them calmly, curled up in a ball as though waiting for him to finish….and then he saw Miroku standing next to him looking entirely different. Sango and Kagome had moved over by him and all three were looking at them both in shock, mouths open and eyes staring. And Miroku was actually getting that same look he did when he saw a pretty woman he was thinking of feeling up.

Inuyasha was able to summon up enough awareness of it all to have his entire body flush hotly. He’d kissed Sesshoumaru! Fuck, he’d kissed him and…nnnng, gods….he was still moving against his leg while his brother’s hand had moved inside his neckline to slide over his chest. And they’d seen! And he fucking couldn’t stop!

“This isn’t- I’m not-“ he couldn’t figure out what to say. His body on fire, writhing against his brother while his eyes watched them, and he couldn’t talk. But they were watching him do this horrible, awful, wonderful, fucking amazing thing and it was fucking wrong!

Sesshoumaru turned his head as smoothly as a snake striking. “Leave, ningen.”

All faces looked at him, swallowed, and turned back to Inuyasha. He nodded frantically, unable to form anything coherent, just the deep need to not have them see this fucking nightmare of pleasure and lust and…oh thank the gods they were going. They had to drag Miroku off the last few feet, but they were going. Oh thank the gods, thank fucking Kagome, thank-

Sesshoumaru dragged his head back by the hair to face him and assaulted his mouth again. He moaned into his lips, sucking hard. The heat of it –why was it so hot? He couldn’t even touch most of his brother’s skin, he realized, and felt his own clothes being ripped from his body almost before he finished the thought. He tried to return the favor, pulling frantically while his lips continued kissing, but his claws tangled in the obi that was such a reflection of his brother’s fucking ego. His brother snarled about him being a useless half-breed, in between licking and sucking at his neck and shoulders, and pulled off the clothing himself.

Inuyasha’s hands ran over the silky flesh of his brother’s arms and shoulder and back, pulling him close so he could scrape his aching nipples against his chest. He could feel claws digging into his own back as Sesshoumaru’s body thrust against him as well. The friction was intense as they both slammed their bodies against each other as hard as they could, bruising skin and raking firm flesh with claws and teeth.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck Fuck!” Inuyasha snarled and growled. His mind seemed filled with a roaring howl, like the sound of the wind during a storm so fierce it could tear down forests. Every thought – how weird this was, how wrong it was, how good it was – was drowned out by the overwhelming, glorious pain of that sound. He yelped, nipping at Sesshoumaru’s shoulder, when his brother picked him up and slammed them both to the ground. The heavy weight on top of him made it hard to breathe, but his legs had the ground to push against and his own thrusts grew in strength as he shoved his groin against Sesshoumaru’s.

Sesshoumaru’s mouth and tongue ran across his chest, slick and stinging from fangs as it moved, and his brother hissed curses in between every nip and lick. “Half-breed…abomination…disgusting insect…you revolt me…an anathema to father’s bloodline…”

Inuyasha still couldn’t form the words to answer. He wasn’t sure he remembered what the words even meant. As long as he could keep thrusting, his cock pressing jerkily, and an orgasm getting closer…he didn’t care. If he could just keep slamming against that fantastic skin.

Sesshoumaru pulled away.

“No!” Inuyasha stared at him, more horrified by his pulling back than anything the bastard had ever done to him. He couldn’t stop now! Inuyasha would die; he would fucking DIE if Sesshoumaru stopped now.

Sesshoumaru grabbed both of his legs roughly and pulled them up, lifting his hips off the ground. His body moved between Inuyasha’s thighs. “This is completely on your own head, Inuyasha,” he said fiercely, his eyes almost completely red, and he slammed his body into Inuyasha’s with one stunning thrust. Inuyasha’s head went back, his hands clawed the ground, and the roaring in his mind hit a crescendo that had him seeing stars. His brother’s cock entered him again and he howled from it, trying to move his hips and get the bastard to move in deeper. Better than his cock, his mind babbled, this was better, far better. The heavy length entering his body with such force was wonderful, fantastic, un-fucking-believable. His body couldn’t take it. It felt like he was dying, shattering into pieces like the fucking jewel, unbearably bright and quick and hard.

“Gods yes!” It broke apart completely, sounds and senses mixing as he came hard against his own stomach, his brother’s body injecting warmth into his own with a last few violent thrusts. They stayed connected, frozen and still, and then Sesshoumaru’s body shuddered violently with one last thrust. His brother pulled out and collapsed next to him while their bodies went boneless, their breath panting and uneven.

There was no other sound for only a few moments before a small, pleased chirping broke into Inuyasha’s awareness and he looked over to find Fluff staring at him and scrambling over to sit on his chest. It nuzzled underneath his chin and he pet it for a second before his hand froze.

His lungs froze.

He heard his brother still panting – actually fucking panting! – next to him, and his ears tried to freeze.

Stumbling, he got to his feet and staggered away from Sesshoumaru, staring at him in horror as Fluff climbed to his shoulder. He looked down at his nude body. Semen was coating his skin and sliding down his legs. “What the fuck just happened? What did you – What did I- WHAT the FUCK just HAPPENED!!!”

Sesshoumaru turned and glared venomously at him from the ground. Shadows shifted against his pale skin as his lungs still heaved for air. “Your grotesque little Shinshi-Kaitai, you ignorant wretch.”

Inuyasha stared at him, trying to work out the words. “My…what? What the fuck are you talking about? What just fucking happened!!!?”

One clawed hand raised up and pointed at Fluff. “That.”

Covering his pet with a protective hand at the vicious hatred that oozed from the word, Inuyasha stared at him. “What the fuck is wrong with you? A little fluffy animal did not just… make us… It’s got nothing to do with it!”

Sesshoumaru rose fluidly to his feet only to ruin the moment by wobbling on weak legs until he finally leaned against the nearest tree. His body was covered with drying sweat, but Inuyasha noticed that his hair was as fucking perfect as ever as it twirled around his body.

“It’s a procreative demon, you imbecilic cretin. And it bit me. And you.”

Inuyasha stared at him. “Huh?”

Sesshoumaru’s eyes narrowed in fury, his hands glowing slightly green. “It forces youkai to procreate once they’ve been bitten in close proximity to each other. Which is why the vile things were exterminated! There hasn’t been one in Japan in centuries, and you brought one here and brought this upon us both!” Sesshoumaru’s body was quivering; he was so furious Inuyasha was surprised he wasn’t changing shape.

Inuyasha shivered slightly, the memory of getting fucked by his brother giving him a whole body flush and a case of disgusted creeps that should have been a lot more disgusted than they seemed to be. Fluff had made him have sex with his brother?

His own pet did this to him? He looked at Sesshoumaru’s cold face, trying to see if he was lying to him, but for once the asshole wasn’t blandly indifferent. He looked furious. He was telling the truth! Shit! He’d been fucked over by his own pet!

Why was he even fucking surprised that everything that seemed great in his life turned into a total clusterfuck?!

“You little shit,” Inuyasha glared down at the innocent looking ball of fluff on his shoulder, his claws raised to rake it in two, and was met with a sweet little chirrup and innocently blinking eyes. He stopped. It chirped again and rubbed against his neck and he cursed, his hand dropping.

Stupid fucking Kagome. He would have killed it in seconds before he’d met her, but now? His shoulders slumped as it continued to rub sweetly against his neck. Damn, fucking, cute, nice, piece of shit, asshole…. Fuck! He pet it angrily.

“Don’t think a little chirp is gonna get you outta this, you little bastard,” he muttered to it. “You are in deep shit for this. Wouldn’t be surprised if I shave your fluffy ass bald for it, you just wait.”

“Kill it,” Sesshoumaru ordered. “Or I will.”

And now that pretty much ensured Fluff was never gonna die by his hands. Anything that pissed off his brother this much, even if it had involved getting fucked by him, couldn’t be all bad.

“Fuck off. What the hell do you care about it, anyway? So we fucked once, big deal.” The sights and smells and feel of that fucking were damn well never going to leave him, but damned if he’d tell him that. “You fucking go and play the big Lord of the West and I gather my shards and we just leave each other the fuck alone. Done. Over.”

Sesshoumaru stared at him. Inuyasha tried not to stare back, as his brother was still unabashedly naked and it was disturbingly erotic. Which was just sick. “Are your ears as dense as your mind? It is a procreative demon.”

“Yeah? So it made us fuck, so what?” So, it was awful and horrible that the sex hadn’t been awful and horrible. He would rather die than let Sesshoumaru know that, so he’d mock him for it as long as he could still breathe.

“It made us ‘procreate,’ half-breed.” Sesshoumaru’s face twisted up as he said it and his whip lashed out suddenly at Fluff, who jumped into the air over it and landed back on Inuyasha’s shoulder with an unconcerned bip.

“Fuck, don’t you fucking touch him!” Sesshoumaru lashed out again, and this time Fluff leapt all the way off of Inuyasha’s shoulder to the ground. In the time it took Sesshoumaru to strike out four more times, Inuyasha had only made one stumbling step to try and save his pet, and then realized he needn’t bother. Sesshoumaru wasn’t touching Fluff at all. The little fuzzball was just bouncing around on tiny feet as though the daiyoukai’s attacks were all a game that he was going to grow bored of playing soon.

And after almost fifteen minutes, where Sesshoumaru hadn’t even struck close enough to draw blood, his brother finally gave up and stood giving them both an icy glare.

“Kill it,” he said again, ignoring the fact that he’d just completely failed at doing just that.

“Fuck no! And you are fucking insane, anyway. Fluff might’ve done something to make us screw, but that’s it! We’re males; we fuck.”

“We’re youkai males who were bitten by a Shinshi-Kaitai. Which means we have procreated.” Sesshoumaru’s lips curled in disgust as he said the words.

Inuyasha stared at him blankly while his mind tried to work that out. Why did he keep saying that? What the hell did he mean, they’d just procreated? He didn’t mean…

“Are you tryin’ to tell me that I’m fucking pregnant now?” Inuyasha asked with what he hoped was the right amount of ‘you are one fucking, crazy bastard’ tone to the question. Sesshoumaru smiled bitterly and nodded once. “Oh, you are fucking cracked in the head! There’s no way. I’m a guy, you jackass.”

“You were bitten –“

“So the fuck what? It’s not like I suddenly grew the ability to bear kids!” Inuyasha could feel his mind blur even thinking about it and he shook his head fiercely. He’d think it was some fucking trick, something stupid to fuck with him, but Sesshoumaru still looked so damn pissed about the entire thing that it was starting to freak him the hell out.

“I can’t have kids! You- your cock was in my ass, for fuck’s sake! How’s it gonna make a kid in there?!”

A familiar condescending snarl had Inuyasha scowling. “You believe something as small as a physical barrier could prevent youkai seed from finding an egg within you? You could have swallowed my cock down your throat and you would still be in the same situation.”

Inuyasha willed the visual of that scene down into the depths of hell. “If I had a fucking egg, which I don’t!!! I’m not a woman!”

Sesshoumaru’s eyes were almost vicious with their glee at Inuyasha’s growing panic. “You had no egg until you were bitten. That is what your creature does: inject you with jyaki that forms an egg from your own substance. The babe will create a nestling place within your belly and feed from your body.”

Breathing in heavy pants, feeling a need for air that was worse than he’d felt after the actual sex, Inuyasha shouted at him. “You are a fucking liar! I’m not –“ He thought of something that had him gasp in relief. Sesshoumaru was just fucked in the head. “I don’t even have anywhere for it to come out, ha! Fucker! You didn’t think of that when you were trying to make up this shit and…”

“It will claw its way out of your stomach, like all births of this sort.” Sesshoumaru stared at his nude stomach and Inuyasha stepped back as something burned in his eyes. It was…almost… like lust. “You have been damaged more by my own claws than you will be by a small inu tearing its way out. You will survive the birth of our child.”

Inuyasha’s lungs finally seized at the term: our child. He and Sesshoumaru were going to have a child. He still didn’t believe it. His ass was beginning to ache from the pounding it had taken, he’d been screwed by the brother that hated him, and now he was supposed to believe that he was gonna have a kid? No. Wasn’t true. Not true at all. Fucked up, but not true.

Sesshoumaru sneered at him. “And with the conception we are already mated, half-breed. This is the reason these creatures were wiped from the face of our lands. Males forced into bonds with each other; it’s disgusting. I cannot even rid the world of you or the pup now, not when you have become a breeding mate.” Sesshoumaru’s voice was cold, vicious. His eyes were narrowed, and Inuyasha still caught them looking up and down his body in a way that made his skin prickle.

“I will return to collect you for the birth,” Sesshoumaru finally spat. He gathered his clothing and left almost in one motion, leaving Inuyasha standing there, stunned.

Birth?

Was he really, actually, going to have a baby?

He stared, his hand going to his stomach, imagining Sesshoumaru’s seed sliding through his tissues as it tracked down some demon-produced egg and impregnated him.

He fainted.


5 months later

“If you fucking ask me again, I will fucking kill you, monk,” Inuyasha pointed his claw at Miroku as the idiot held up his hands in a placating gesture.

“I was merely concerned about –“

“You’re some sick version of a pregnancy voyeur, and you’re not getting’ another fucking word out of me about how I feel,” he snarled. He felt a strong kick against his ribs and winced. He poked hard at his swollen stomach. “Oy, brat! Fucking stop kicking! I’ll goddamn well eat when I wanna!”

“Eh, Inuyasha, you do realize that you are talking to your stomach, don’t you?” Sango said tentatively, eyeing his stomach with the same combination of awe and shock that she had from the moment it became visibly enlarged.

He snarled at her too. “The little shit kicks me when I start to get hungry, dammit! So I’m just telling him to cut it out!”

“I’m not sure a baby in the womb can really –“

“I don’t gotta fucking womb!” he yelled. “I’m a guy! It’s just fucking…in there. Somewhere. Little shit is probably going to be just as much a pain in the ass as Sesshoumaru, from the way he’s acting already.”

Kagome snorted into her hands and he glared at her next. When the group had found him unconscious in the forest after Sesshoumaru had left, they’d all been sufficiently shocked and horrified over the information he’d shared. Kagome had felt terrible about giving him a gift of a youkai instead of an actual chinchilla, and Sango had shared some information about the little that her clan knew of the Shinshi-Kaitai .

Wished she would have connected the dots earlier, though. Dammit. He felt another kick and poked his belly again. He still couldn’t believe how big the fuzzballs got – Fluff must have been a damn baby when he’d gotten him, because he was almost up to his waist now, and supposedly it would be bigger than Inuyasha by the time it was fully grown. He still hadn’t really believed her entirely until she mentioned that she was pretty sure Sesshoumaru’s white pelt was the tail of one of the little Fluffball’s.

And according to legend, the skins of Fluff’s relatives were supposed to grant beauty and the ability to attract others to the wearer.

Which meant that Sesshoumaru was a fucking cheating bastard when it came to that sort of shit. Asshole.

Kagome snorted again and he resumed glaring. He didn’t know when Kagome’s attitude had changed, but somewhere along the line, somewhere between getting fucked and being visited fucking weekly by the cold bastard who’d fucked him, she’d begun treating him differently. When his brother had shown up a few weeks after their ‘encounter’ – even though the asshole said he wouldn’t be around ‘til the birth - they’d all stared at him, and he’d only stared at Inuyasha, nodded once, and turned around and left.

Itwas almost fucking creepy, really.

Then he’d started showing up every other week, and now he was coming by almost every week! All his friends were fucking starting to get used to him – hell, Shippou and the quirky kid with his brother were on a first name basis now!

The worst, though, happened a few weeks before, when Sesshoumaru walked up and put his damn hand on the bulge in Inuyasha’s belly, without even fucking asking! Just walked right up like he owned Inuyasha and damn well touched him! And before Inuyasha could slap him away, Kagome had sighed in this dreamy way, and ever since then she was acting fucking weird.

Like when she wanted to spy on Sango and Miroku or something. It was too fucked up for words.

He blinked as a bowl of rice was plopped into his hands. “You should eat something, if the baby’s hungry,” Kagome said sagely.

“What the fuck do you know? Not like you’ve ever been pregnant either!” he snarled, but he started eating anyway.

He stopped as a familiar wolf scent hit his nose, and he would have tossed the bowl to the ground and run if he could have managed it with the huge-ass belly he was carrying around. Kouga hadn’t been near them since he’d started carrying this little thing inside of him, and he would rather die than let the bastard find out and make fun of him.

Although… the baby would be a half-breed like Inuyasha, wouldn’t it? He knew Kouga hated half-breeds, just like him. What if he tried to hurt it? Inuyasha was hit with the images of every murdered child he’d seen over the last years, butchered by soldiers and youkai alike. Inuyasha growled low and for the first time since he’d been forced to carry around another being inside of him, he curled his arm around his belly protectively.

It couldn’t defend itself, and it might be the spawn of evil, literally, but it didn’t have anyone to protect it but him. Kouga would touch his baby over his fucking dead body.

He heard another growl and looked up in shock to see Sesshoumaru standing in front of him suddenly, appearing just as Kouga swirled into camp. The ookami smiled broadly before his face twisted as Sesshoumaru and Inuyasha’s low growls echoed through the camp.

“What’re you growling at me for?”

“You will stay away from my mate,” Sesshoumaru said coldly, and Inuyasha looked up at him, so shocked he almost fainted again. What the-

Kouga shrugged. “Sure. I got my own woman, why would I want yours? I don’t know why you’re….shit! Ow!” Kouga shook his arm out, a few droplets of blood flying as the large bite on his arm scattered them. “What the fuck is that?”

Inuyasha saw Fluff smiling smugly to itself, chirping cheerfully, and he shook his head. At least there wasn’t any other adult youkai around. As Fluff grew, he’d stopped trying to bite Shippou anymore, so Inuyasha figured he’d finally clued in that the kid wasn’t an adult candidate for sex, or somethin’. Which was good, ‘cause Inuyasha still couldn’t bring himself to kill Fluff, anyway.

Not since he’d found out that if he fucked Sesshoumaru after they were bit again, he might be able to get the cold asshole pregnant too. No way he was passing up on a chance to torture his brother like that. Even if it did involve sex again.

It hadn’t been all that bad. Kinda.

Shaking his head, he looked around Sesshoumaru’s body to Kouga. About to yell something sufficiently insulting before the bastard could get started on his own curses, Inuyasha paused as Miroku came rushing over to Kouga to hold his hand.

“Kouga, I never thought that I would be saying this, but circumstances dictate that the question must be raised now, my dear prince.”

“Huh?” Kouga leaned away from him.

“Kouga, I was wondering if you would do me the honor of bearing my child?”

Inuyasha shook his head at the loud yell and smacking of flesh that followed and was not surprised in the least to find Miroku lying unconscious on the ground. But the question had given him some pretty fucking awesome ideas.

If he could find a butt-ugly youkai, and get it and Kouga near each other when Fluff was around….

He grinned slowly, thinking of a pregnant Kouga and Sesshoumaru stumbling around like clumsy partridge.

“Fluff, you are still the most awesome gift ever,” he said quietly. His pet turned to look at him and chirped merrily in agreement as his baby kicked him again.


The End

EDITED NOTE: I should have done this a long time ago.
For anyone who would like to see what 'little Fluff' looks like, I was thinking of this type of chinchilla when I wrote the story:
http://www.tallahasseepetconnect.com/blog/2010/07/how-to-get-your-chinchilla-to-trust-you/