The Flip Side

disclaimer: The characters and world of InuYasha are not mine, they are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

The Flip Side
By Sarga

“Your mama's so fat, she can see her own ass without turning around.” Inuyasha sat lazily in a tree branch, one fire-rat-clad leg dangling down as he leaned back in complete relaxation.

“Pathetic. You are too stupid to realize a youkai's body size is an illusion within his or her control.” Sesshoumaru sat on the ground against a nearby tree facing away from his half-brother dismissively. “Try again.”

“Your mama's so ugly, she wouldn't even be able to get a kappa to fuck her,” Inuyasha reeled off another insult against his elder half-brother's mother.

“Hnn,” Sesshoumaru appeared to concede... until he opened his mouth to retaliate. “They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. It would appear that not only are you an imbecile, but you are also blind...”

Burn! Inuyasha winced. He had walked right into that one.

“Your mama's so frigid, her mate left her for a human. A fragile fuck is better than none...” Inuyasha saw his brother's hackles rise.

“Your mother was such a whore, she let herself copulate with another species.”

Inuyasha grinned. Finally his brother had joined in the fun!

“Your mama's so stupid, she couldn't tell a taiyoukai from a bedpost.” Inuyasha leaned forward on his branch to see if he could get a better view of his brother starting to lose control.

“Just come down here and say that, whelp!” Sesshoumaru growled up, still not looking at his half-brother.

With a snicker, Inuyasha jumped down and sprang to a grassy patch just in front of his brother.

“Your mama's so weak, she wouldn't even fight a human for her mate.”

Sesshoumaru's hand darted out so quickly Inuyasha didn't even see himself move until his back was pinned to the ground by the neck.

Kami, how Inuyasha loved it when Sesshoumaru would lose control. The sight of his elder brother's face flushed in anger could almost be mistaken for that of desire. Inuyasha's hardening length at the sight made him almost groan in simultaneous regret and excitement.

Sesshoumaru was such a cock-tease.

“This Sesshoumaru will not debase himself with such disdainful and pointless discussion,” the elder half-brother spoke in a deadly low tone. The last time Inuyasha had heard this voice, it was just before Sesshoumaru had killed Naraku for nearly killing Rin. Only Inuyasha's quick feet had saved the girl.

Naraku hadn't lasted thirty seconds after that.

Still grinning through the inner turmoil (better to have Sesshoumaru's hands on him in anger than not at all), Inuyasha goaded his elder brother some more.

“Then what was that about my 'mother being a whore'?”

Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed to mere slits as he leaned in close to Inuyasha, his stance shifting until he had one knee between Inuyasha's legs. As his half-brother lowered himself closer, the anger radiating off of him in hot waves, Inuyasha held his breath both yearning for and dreading the possible contact his brother could have with his throbbing member. All he had to do was shift a tiny bit to the left and he would find brief contact with the cloth-covered flesh that he so adored. All he had to do was thrust his hips upward and he could feel – if only for an instant – what it could be like to push against his half-brothers most sensitive flesh.

Inuyasha let out his captive breath in a startled yelp as the best – and worst – happened.

Sesshoumaru had leaned just close enough to press against the bulging, throbbing, hyper-sensitive length of pleasure-inducing flesh.

And he was still pressing.

Kami! Inuyasha could die a happy hanyou knowing that he got to feel of his half-brother against him – regardless of the fact that it was not in a passion-filled embrace. He could, and probably would, die in the arms (or would that be at the hands) of his body's most secret craving.

Inuyasha felt the smile slowly slip from his gaze as his heartbeat sped up.

Upon contact with Inuyasha's raging hard-on, Sesshoumaru had frozen like rabbit searching for predators. His formerly narrowed eyes were growing wider, almost comically so, as his mind processed just what that rather large swell of flesh at the apex of Inuyasha's thighs must be.

Inuyasha held his gaze steady, trying not to appear to beg – the fucker would probably mistake it for begging for his life rather than begging to be taken like a bitch. Sesshoumaru's eyes flitted between Inuyasha's left and right eyes questioningly and the younger man prepared himself for immanent death. Feeling his elder brother shift back slightly – how else could he slacken his only arm and move in for the kill? – Inuyasha took the opportunity of a lifetime.

Thrusting hard with his hips, Inuyasha pulsed forward and groaned in frustrated pleasure as he flipped his brother onto his back, essentially reversing their positions. Without waiting for Sesshoumaru to get in the final strike Inuyasha knew was coming, the younger half-demon pressed his lips to the youkai's in a final farewell.

Pulsing his throbbing cloth-covered hardness against his half-brother's groin, Inuyasha sucked on Sesshoumaru's bottom lip, knowing he was a goner.

Any minute now.

Slipping his tongue inside Sesshoumaru's parting lips – no doubt they were opening to tear out his throat with poison-laced teeth – Inuyasha revelled in Sesshoumaru's crisp minty flavour. Sesshoumaru's resounding growl warned the younger half-brother of his trespass and Inuyasha bid a silent farewell to existence as he knew it.

Sesshoumaru's hand was moving so slowly through the air, it was almost as if he had reservations about killing his half-brother. Inuyasha mused at the thought even as he coated his own mouth with Sesshoumaru's flavour. Regardless of how slowly the hand moved, it would slice through his throat just as cleanly. This was Sesshoumaru after all

A hand – a lonely appendage with a solitary purple stripe to distinguish it from the two hands fisted tightly in white silk – moved to the back of Inuyasha's neck, so the hanyou pressed his body tightly to his half-brother's, stilling to make sure the elder youkai made a clean cut. He would be dead within a heartbeat; he knew his half-brother, after all, and he had never been cruel with a kill.

The hand pressed against Inuyasha's neck in finality.

It felt wrong.

The claws weren't digging in at all.

The hand – pads of the fingers only, no claws – was pressing Inuyasha's head more firmly against Sesshoumaru's warm, wet mouth and more closely to a writhing,

Inuyasha wasn't dead, but he was certainly in heaven.

As the fog of shock faded, Inuyasha noticed yet another anomaly. As the older youkai pulled him closer, Inuyasha felt a new sensation against his throbbing cloth-bound cock: another throbbing cloth-bound cock.

All of the air left Inuyasha at once and he renewed his assault on Sesshoumaru's lips with a vengeance. Sesshoumaru pulsed up in time with Inuyasha's thrusts making a sweet friction of hard flesh on hard flesh.

With his fingers snaking through Inuyasha's hair, Sesshoumaru pulled his lips from his half-brothers and locked eyes with the younger hanyou.

“This Sesshoumaru wishes to take you for a mate.” The youkai's voice was thick with lust and somewhat breathless. “If you choose not to accept this Sesshoumaru, the offer will not be made again.”

Inuyasha blinked once at the almost-order to mate with his half-brother.

It would have made sense, if Inuyasha took the time to think about it. Sesshoumaru always had been a bit of a control freak. Any person who could not answer on the spot that they wanted to be his mate did not deserve his attention.

Inuyasha did not waste the time.

“Yes!” Inuyasha was equally as breathless, following up with a frenzied kiss, almost as if he were afraid Sesshoumaru would change his mind. Inuyasha felt Sesshoumaru's hand leave his neck and drift lower down to his shoulder, past the shoulder to trace the spine and finally coming to rest on Inuyasha's ass.

“Ngh!” With the feel of his brother's claws prickling through his fire rat and embedding themselves in the flesh of his posterior, Inuyasha nearly came undone.

Using the advantage of two hands, Inuyasha began disrobing the youkai he was straddling, his two-handed pursuit somewhat fumbling in his nervous excitement. Finally, he had the hard planes of Sesshoumaru's chest exposed.

Inuyasha broke apart from Sesshoumaru with small pecks of apology before sitting up. His legs still straddled Sesshoumaru's as the hanyou pulled at his own clothing. Yanking red and beige until he was clothed only in his red fire-rat hakama, Inuyasha basked in the feeling of his elder half-brother beneath him.

Inuyasha didn't know what had caused this apparent change of heart, but he did know that Sesshoumaru did not lie. If he said wanted Inuyasha for a mate, the offer was not a mere ploy. Plus, Sesshoumaru could have killed him a dozen times over during the whole encounter thus far. Only one step remained before Inuyasha could finish disrobing Sesshoumaru.

As Inuyasha untied his hakama, Sesshoumaru propped up on his elbow to admire the flesh of his brother as it was slowly revealed to him for the first time.

Inuyasha's hardened length sprang free from its confines, a thick hard bastion of maleness that had Sesshoumaru's heart beating hard in his chest.

Was this really happening?

Never one to be outdone, Sesshoumaru sat up further and rose to his feet, as Inuyasha stood to kick off his hakama. Removing the remainder of his own clothing quickly, his claws tore through the hem of one piece or another, yet it was not of note to the youkai lord; he had much bigger interests.

The half brothers stood panting, both erect and eager. Inuyasha's hardened flesh bobbed in anticipation as he shifted nervously from foot to foot. He had been so sure he would die that he was at a mental road block as to how to proceed. The only other time he had been this naked and excited with a man, he had been the receiver, not the aggressor. Damn Miroku and his unwillingness to be topped!

Sensing Inuyasha's unfamiliarity with the situation – kami! He was getting harder with the implication – Sesshoumaru stepped forward until his tight sac was brushing Inuyasha's extended phallus. With slow, deliberate movements, Sesshoumaru brought his hand up to Inuyasha's face, tracing the hidden jagged lines of his demonic heritage on each cheek. With uncharacteristic gentleness, Sesshoumaru slid his hand downward, tracing Inuyasha's battle-toned chest, his eyes locked onto his half-brother's.

Inuyasha's gasp and eye-rolling reaction to the touch had Sesshoumaru purring in delight. Grasping Inuyasha's shaft firmly, he began to stimulate his almost-mate, revelling in his hitching breaths and begging moans.

“Kneel,” Sesshoumaru ordered, his normally firm voice rasping from sheer need.

Inuyasha obeyed and was surprised to find Sesshoumaru follow him down. When Miroku had done this, he had wanted oral service first... would this be different?

Sesshoumaru, still stroking Inuyasha's shaft in a slow, rhythmic pace, leaned in for a soft kiss. Even the best laid plans can go awry and so Sesshoumaru soon found himself on the receiving end of hungry lips and pawing fingers.

Still, Sesshoumaru worked his lover slowly.

When he felt the head of Inuyasha's penis become slick, Sesshoumaru knew his half-brother was ready.

Letting go of the hanyou, Sesshoumaru turned on his knees and pressed his ass backward in offering. Leaning forward, he rested his shoulder on the ground and reached between his legs to grasp Inuyasha's length and guide it to his own dark entrance.

“Sessh... wha? I thought you'd... that we'd...” Excited, confused but not at all displeased, Inuyasha tried to put words to the voice in his head that said Sesshoumaru would never deign to be subjugated.

Sensing the confusion, Sesshoumaru pressed back into Inuyasha's hardness until the head was just barely not penetrating him. All it would take would be one small push from either of them and Inuyasha would be where he had always longed to be. Sesshoumaru had come ninety percent of the way, could he convince Inuyasha to step the last ten?

“Only for you,” Sesshoumaru confessed. “Brother.”

With a strangled moan, Inuyasha let himself plunge deep. Pushing past the outer ring of Sesshoumaru's anus, he was enveloped in the hot, warm passage. It threatened to overwhelm the hanyou as he thrust deeper and deeper, the sensation blotting out all others with its demanding thrall.

“Harder, brother,” Sesshoumaru gasped through gritted teeth. The feeling of Inuyasha inside of him was so filling, yet it was not enough! He needed more, and more he would have.

Inuyasha panted harshly as he obeyed his brother's command. Grabbing hold of his half-brother's hips, Inuyasha simultaneously drove forward and pulled his brother back, his balls slapping against Sesshoumaru's repeatedly in an erotic melody that both knew would become very, very familiar.

Inuaysha could feel himself building, the combined stimulation and emotional completion overwhelming him completely. He didn't want to be alone in this – he refused to be alone in this – so Inuyasha made a demand of his own.

“Touch yourself,” Inuyasha grunted, slamming himself repeatedly into his half-brother.

Panting from the pleasure of having his hanyou buried inside of him, Sesshoumaru fisted his aching steely flesh. Stroking in time with his brother's thrusts, Sesshoumaru let himself hurtle over the edge of orgasm. With blinding ferocity, he came with spurting strings of cum onto the ground beneath them, his throbbing flesh drawing tight in his own hand.

The undulating feeling of Sesshoumaru's sphincter as he came drew Inuyasha over the edge as well. In a mighty roar, Inuyasha milked his thick cock in Sesshoumaru's tight passage, the ecstasy driving him to curl forward and bare down hard with his teeth.

Sesshoumaru was marked now; No one would touch him.

Panting rapidly, Inuyasha lapped at the youki-charged wound as it began to close. Pulling out of his half-brother, he fell back in a mass of disbelieving euphoria. With one arm draped over his eyes, Inuyasha felt as his half-brother came to kneel, then lie at his side. With his only arm propping his head up, Sesshoumaru lovingly stroked Inuyasha's leg with his own.

“You will make a worthy mate,” Sesshoumaru intoned sleepily. “This Sesshoumaru will expect nothing less than perfection.”

Inuyasha snorted in amusement. “Uh-huh. Well 'this Inuyasha' will expect 'that Sesshoumaru' to take the stick out of his ass...”

“That would be impossible,” Sesshoumaru informed, his voice laced with sarcasm. “Seeing as you drove it so far in with your thick phallus.”

Inuyasha's jaw dropped open in disbelief.

Was Sesshoumaru... flirting with him?

Feeling Inuyasha's shock, Sesshoumaru almost laughed aloud – almost – as he settled next to Inuyasha with his body draped possessively over the younger hanyou.

They would have plenty of time to explore this and other questions. Eons of time.

-FIN-