Fragile

Fragile.

Summary: In a moment just too fragile, Sesshomaru finds peace in Inuyasha.

A/N: Yes, this one doesn’t dwell in the darker side of the brothers’ relationship as I have the tendency to write. I also like Sess/Inu frail fics instead of only major angst and necrophilia and stuff that I’ve been writing, I wanted to write sth soft and touching for a change. So, this one is just a try.

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Blinding rage finds us with you. Anger as despicable as the blood we share, we try, as hard we possibly could to end your life, to shred you into pieces. Only to be claimed and marked in return. Only to be given something else than anger; Pain, when you took our arm and marked us. Forever. We consoled our self with rage and hatred. Then.

But…

Now, now we tremble and come alive with your claws raking down our side. In this fight, in this clash of swords that are as deeply related as we our selves are, we brothers find ourselves in this moment. Now.

Naked eyes, your naked eyes pierces through ours and we, like never before feel our self losing the fight of this mocking hatred that we’d already lost so many fights ago. Your hand drops that sword and we watch in awe, transfixed as your bare claw grips the back of our mane much harder than you were gripping your sword, you dare force us and pull us, bend us down towards you, like no other dared, and our eyes much closer now, our breaths clinging to our faces, like it had been wanting and been denied uncountable times, caresses us as you speak. “ Too much.” Your voice, is oh so soft. “ Too much of this pretend” Yet so strong. It shakes us. Shakes us, touches us, pierces us through and makes us hear you whisper as your words trembles soft lips against ours, “I don’t want this fight with you.” Tightening your hold on our mane, you breathe those words that had chocked us, making us so very hard to breathe but you state, “You don’t want this fight with me.” You state, with such passion such vigor, with so much truth, so much strength like, like you knew that those words were making us hard to breathe, that we were chocked by them. Yes. Yes, oh yes… we don’t want this fight with you… yes, we are tired… yes, we are aching… yet we couldn’t ever voice it out loud… chocked we were but now…You set us free. You growl, daring us to defy you. But, but how could we? How could we now?

That growl, that despair, that flustering exasperating anger, that longing radiating through your pores seeps through and finds sympathy with ours. We are the same. The Same.

Our despair is the same. The Same. And the only difference between us is, no not that of blood but of strength. You are stronger of us two. We are weak but you are strong. You are our voice.
Oh…touch us now.

Your eyes, reads us. They always do. We are yours to know. Know us. Our brother.

Your claws stroke our face and our sword falls and clatters to the ground. But it doesn’t break this moment. It is the sound of our defeat. Of the defeat we’d wanted so much.

Out in open, out in this open night, our emotions all this time, being smothered inside both of our blasted hearts, it comes out in the form of a moan that melts in the air as your lips claims our pulse, our life. And we give our life in your open mouth, in those fangs that could pierce us through and end this all. But you, shake, tremble with our trust and claim us. Oh, for the first time claim us with your lips that reminds us of sin.

We must look wanton to the moon. With our head thrown back, our bare neck arched for you to devour, our lips parted to let emotions find their way out and be voiced through our moans that you, only are responsible. AH! Brother. Little brother. This is more than what we’d ever dared to desire. We’d feared to dream…

And yet, here we are, your lips trembling and we hold on to you and bring you closer in fear that the moment might end itself, just to find your whole self shaking. Even your eyes, so strong, trembling with wet longing. With fear of losing this moment. My Inuyasha. Don’t be afraid now…

In this moment that rivals with those dreams of our longing, our claw which has hurt you so many times before, for the first time does what it wants to. It touches you with love, gentleness, caresses your face and you whimper in our arm. We are bound in your arms too. You close your eyes as we kiss your face with our fingertips. Our thirsty talon sighs with pleasure at touching you. We drink the sounds of your whimpers and respond with the same. Your fists tighten in our clothes and we know, we know that you are afraid now. Don’t be alarmed. Don’t be afraid of losing us.

We relish the silkiness of your mane, flowing through our fingers and we tighten our fist in it. You gasp. We hurt you to love you. You croon to us and we growl our need as we bare your throat to us. To the moon. Jealousy seeps through the tides she controls. We hear them seethe in it as we, not with lips but with our fangs pierce you and…oh, taste you, breathe you, your blood, blend with our saliva, our poison, our blood, claim you as ours. Forever.

Marked. We mark you. Even knowing that you are our own blood. That we’d be dared to be shunned. But oh, dear brother, you’ve suffered as an abomination alone. Now, we both will too. Brothers we may be but we will be bound by much. We will find peace in this…we will.

Your cry of pain and contentment rakes wanton desires down our self. We are losing our sense to you. We have already lost our self. “Inuyasha.” We are acknowledging our desire. Too much have been kept shut, quiet. We’ll have words to describe us both. Now.

We bury you in our self. You with us, drowning us in our scent, in your warmth, in this fragile, fragile moment that brought us bond stronger than our blood itself, we hear your heart beat against ours, as ours and we know, we know now…we have found peace. Your deep shallow breath against our nape tells us story about your longing. Not anymore. We’ll not long for each other. Our brother. We’ll have each other. Now.

Clothes dissipate into falling shadows as we discover you underneath them. As your claws finds us too. Naked. No more barriers. You are so beautiful. So beautiful as we can never be. Oh.

Your lips beckon us to you and we succumb. Your lips tremble as you meet ours and we aren’t doing well either. We are trembling too as we taste you. Your lips touch ours and in that moment we know, we know everything we want is you. We shudder at the feel of your lips caresses against ours. You taste so pure, even though this should be sin. Oh.

We’d never breathe an air that we needed this much as we breathe yours, now. Our tongue finds each other and it is not the fight of dominance. It is us, together meshing in flesh, in slick saliva tasting, breathing souls. In this coy, subtle dance of taste and push, whimpers and sighs, we mesh as one and throb in need, in need of each other.

Your tentative hands kisses our skin, moves down our back and we find our self submitting, thirsty and you grip our thighs and touch us, move your hand up and down as if confused, as if assuring yourself that this is us, this is your brother, your Sesshomaru. As if memorizing our self. Ah.

Naked skin to naked skin, eyes more bared than body could ever be, we watch your trembling eyes as we too touch you, touch what is ours. As we taste you with our claws. No we don’t hurt you. We are reassuring you with the small pain as our claw breaks your skin and crimson that we’d shunned, swirls our sense wild, with that pain we tell you to remember this, remember our first touch our first claim down your skin. Our love will be tender and fragile as much as it will be un-reined and primal, pain we will find in our love.

So soft, so pliant, so willing so thirsty, your skin our claw. Oh.

Your eyes widen in surprise as we grip you in our hand. Your needy whimper makes us throb too. You’ve never felt this naked before, now have you? When we seep into your eyes as we touch your…there. Your manhood throbs in our hand as we grip you in tight fist and feel your hips thrusting against our hand. We know you need this. We need you too. But now we have the utmost desire to taste you. It is so instinctual, so needy that…we fall down on our knees and burrow our face in your arousal in one swift motion. You croon in surprise pleasure and tighten your hand in our mane. “Ah…Aniki?” You question us. You’ll have your answer soon…

Your throat breaks another moan as we take your arousal in our mouth. Savor that forbidden part of you, taste you mmm…. The act itself so base, so intimate, we taste you little brother. Our lip kisses your arousal up and down. Our throat croons to swallow you and give you pleasure as much as we are receiving… We feel desires churning in our belly as we find our mouth full of you as we feel you trying not to thrust in us. Come on, little brother we are yours to take. Take us.

Your claws stroke through our mane, almost draw trail of blood against our cheek as you lose against your desire and you push against our mouth. Yes, take us. We are yours to take as much as you are ours. Our cock will also push inside of you like this and we both will find pleasure too. Oh, come on now. In complete submission we let you hold us down and let you thrust relentlessly as you lose to your desire, your need. We are controlling ours but not much time left before we’ll lose. We trail our claw in between your cheeks and find your warm entrance clenching. Your manhood hits the back of our throat as we claw the place between your balls and sheath and we relish in your wanton cry. We know you want to spill your fluids in our mouth. Please do so little brother…mark us with your scent. With your seeds. Not too long now, little brother…not too long.

Your talons wild and unsure, tries to find purchase in our shoulder and warm blood trails down our chest. Oh. We look up to see your eyes blood shot, looking at the marks you’ve just made as you thrust in and out of our mouth. Our tongue tries to keep up so does our mouth and at last with our fleeting control we thrust our clawed finger in you just as you push hard inside our mouth. The way you arch your back, the way you throw your head back and show us tender neck with our mark as we push our finger deeper, in and out, claw your sensitive inside find your pleasure spot…you come inside our mouth come so hard, it makes us feel that we too, we too are ejaculating our pleasure and your body is greedily drinking our fluids like we are. Oh… you taste so…so toxic…so sinful but also like the juices of a sacred fruit …oh our despair, you confuse us…. in this possessive passion, you confuse us.

You try to pull us up. Our finger still inside of you, we withdraw and dip it in our mouth to taste you at the same time moisten our fingers with your fluids that we’d collected in our mouth. You swipe your claws on our chin to collect what had trailed down our chin. The look in your eyes, that possessive hungry look we will never forget as you eagerly part your thighs as you too lick your claw and taste yourself. Eyes boring into ours still, we slowly push fluid coated claws in and see your eyes dilate with pain too close to pleasure. You stroke our face as we stroke the inside of your sheath. We relish the moan as we withdraw. “Anikkii…” You pant. You look so beautiful standing above us. We know you want us.

As if boneless, you fall down on the ground beside us and we find not your cock but your tongue in our mouth tasting us and you. Our control reaches its last thread as you wrap your warm hand around us and we throb. Desire so primal we thrust as you make a fist. Oh. You leave our mouth just to lick the wound you’d made on our shoulder…just to bite us even deeper. You whimper when we growl with pleasure. Tongue trails down our chest trailing the path of that red and we find our self suddenly afraid. We are afraid how we might taste to you. You taste so divine so wild so pure. We must taste tainted, perhaps?

But you croon in excitement as you lick our abdomen and chuckle to see us throbbing almost releasing. You comb your claws in our curls smell them like you smell a thing heavenly…then your mouth is on us…wet and warm and needy is your groan, so is ours. Just wet us enough to not hurt you…we want to be inside your sheath…just wet us enough just to…

The way you suckle us almost makes us wonder if…if you’ve done this to anyone else and before we realize we lose out a sneer of anger…

You croon to us to ask us…and we let go of our thoughts. Past should not matter, it should not.

We try to pull you up…stubborn as you are, you refuse to let go…just keep suckling us…then… “Inuyasha!” We see white as you drag your fangs a whole stroke down our length and we clench our gut so not to come. Oh.

Your tongue leaves lazy strokes as you with a wicked grin, lift your face and reach up to kiss us. In a moment too fast enough for even you to register, we are up above you and you, on your back, with lust and surprise stare up at us. But not for long. You willingly part your thighs and moan out in lust, surrender as you feel us in between your thighs. We are aching too, aching to be in you. Your thighs part even farther and we hold our self in our fist and position at your entrance. Wet with your come and saliva we hope we won’t hurt you much…we’ve done enough before.

Needy with want we see you are already erect again, we pull your hand down to your manhood tell you to touch yourself. Our penetration will hurt you we know. You gasp, and coy as you are you blush, and languidly touch your own self. Spell bound by your fingers play on your own self we close our eyes so as not to thrust and hurt you in uncontrolled motion. But you reach up and caress our face and we look in your bloodshot eyes deep with need yearn and…yes love and drawn as we are…our hips moves in its own accord…like the primal of being we are…we sheathe our self in you. You are so warm, so gripping and we shudder at the feel. We feel like it’s not just our manhood that we are drawing in. As we breach you, it is…it is us…in you…us Inuyasha, your brother in you…and like our longing…you are pulling us in too…oh this warmth…this clenching heat…warms us through…our blood throbs in veins seeking a way to release itself…such a baser act and…and Inuyasha…we feel like this is what we’ve lived for…suffered for…raged for…We’d never thought that we could feel this…we could be together like this…oh, our Inuyasha…as one…we breathe…our body breaches you…and we…oh, we… The moon hears this Sesshomaru howl for the first times since eons and beyond… … howl, howl in longing fulfilled…

We will never forget this feel, this feel of being inside of you, this slow push in….no we never will. You close your eyes and unshed tears gather at your side. We lap them away. We know we are hurting you…but if it was for us to come together like this pup, now we know, we would hurt you like this for a time and more…

“Sess…sesshoma…ahhh” Yes, pup we are here… you look so beautiful…oh with the way you arch…the way you give up for us to take…You pant and lift up your hips and wrap them around us. With one last push we are in you and we can’t distinguish your smell from ours. Desire reaps in every nerve every cell of our being… we’d never been one with any other in this way… The way you shudder and croon…the way you are staring at us oh … we will savor this.

We stroke your thighs and abdomen, feel muscles quake and shudder. We lean down and we kiss you…lips against lips so soft and breaths shuddering we feel you telling with your actions to make us move in you. Surrounded by you in you, gripped by your sheath, with your warmth, with your sighs down our throat and your taste on our tongue we finally… lose control.

With one hand gripping your cheeks lifting you up even more to us…we thrust in you try to probe you deeper…searching…finding.... You cry and arch your back… your mane, sprawled on this blessed ground, are like sliver clouds restless, as you thrash your head and caress it…We see your eyes now almost crimson dilute and wild. You push up against the ground with your elbow and…our eyes open in blissful surprise when we find our self embedding you to a depth we hadn’t thought possible…and then…we hear you howl too…head thrown back…sliver mane half suspended in the air…half teasing the ground…vulnerable arch of your throat chocking in raspy breaths…your body rocking back and forth as we thrust...you howl and we wish, we wish we could let you see through our eyes how fragile, how beautiful you look, like this, with your hips around us, your torso lifted up from the ground…sheen with sweat… … We kiss you…on that arch of your throat…we hear your keen moans as our fangs grate down your throat in a way that could be lethal but you give us even more...like dew drops blood trials down your throat and we find our self hungrily suckling...nghh… What did you do to this Sesshomaru, little brother…what did you do?

We pull you up…on our lap…and both of us gasp as we find ourselves deeply probed and held…we will find our rhythm soon… Controlled thrust makes us pant in short breaths and we, locked in the look in your eyes…in these heart wrenching tears flowing down your eyes making them sparkle…bittersweet they taste as we lick them…yes we know, we know why you cry little brother…yes we do and we know why you so desperately clawing our mane, draw our mouths together not too gently with yours and we moan as your tongue forcefully plunges in our mouth and we grind harder in you as you bite our lip. Your hands are again restless they crawl down our back then our shoulder really, really searching purchase as we pound into you with every ounce of our being… with all the need that we’d been holding inside our self…and we know, we know that you are taking us too with the longing that you’d been keeping inside of you.

“Mine!” you growl. As you lift your hips and ride us with the wildness that we know that rules you…Yes, yours forever and beyond…yours. Our claw bleeds the skin of your hips as yours bleed our shoulder. “Mine…”

Both of our movements get erratic, and we find our self struggling to register what is happening around us, struggling to control so as to draw this moment in more. But your sobs now against our nape doesn’t help. Nor the way you frantically move your hips and take us in and out…we are clenched in this moment….we know we are dammed to your movements … … we know, we know that if we both don’t come now…we will both lose our minds…we will…ughnn…

We throw you back on the ground…growl to you to hold on tight… we feel your manhood tight pulsing in between our stomach, the hard silkiness rubbing against our skin, hot and wet…we are cocooned in your tight arms as they hold us tight against your chest…your legs digging on our back…we are in, around you…breathing you, taking you…our hips slams frantic pace…the sound of our cock slapping against your sheath rings in the air…your growls and moans tries to drown it down… your hands are unregistered and we find the smell of our blood heavily pregnant in the air…warm trailing down between our own back, down where we are joined…your sheath tightens and our thrust grows more frenzied as we see you with your mouth open lifting your head to reach our neck, our mind registers your fangs, posed just as you clamp down on our pulse and we both howl, howl in pleasure and pain as you pierce and mark us and we feel our youki reach out and wind with yours…as you in between our tight, thrusting bodies come…you come wet and warm , arching and trailing claws, drawing blood down our back again and we…too much for us to control…marked by you…milked by you…our guts threatening to burst if we hold a moment too long… …lose our self in you. Finally. We come in you too. We feel our fluids draining out of us …so hard, so intense… so…oh Inuyasha. Words cannot fathom what we feel… when you drained our fluids… spent we are and so, so frail now…we see our emotions swirling in the air… free all around us and not trapped clamped inside our heart… oh Inuyasha.

This ground is pregnant with our blood and semen. As we are too…full of life and contentment with you under us…with us inside you, joined by a knot that is innate…joined by the blood we both inherited…but joined, bound by emotions that are ours own, not brought, not been born by anyone else…little brother, our little brother…oh, you are ours as we are yours…and the moon the trees the wind will tell this tale of the sin others will claim it to be…but tonight…up above you, in you, around you, with you…we will swear to kill all those who will try to claim this to be taboo… You were ours as we are yours…even if our blood hadn’t been there to bind us…we would have been bound. We know that.

Our brother, fraternal and beautiful…the lament of this Sesshomaru no longer…our voice…the stronger of us two…we will be never tired of loving you as we were distressed and worn out by fighting with you.

Yes, lap at the mark you’ve made…yes caress us, our skin like that yes…whisper strong whisper of love and possessiveness….yes…we will love you to the end of this world and beyond. Like, you will. Yes, we will be together, joined in body and youki…like we were meant to be that is the reason why little brother we were first bound by blood. Yes, believe us…

As the tress shakes and bids the warning of this sin again…we move again in you…the look in your eyes, wet with contentment now….face soften with unguarded emotions… we know, we know that you can read all these in this face of ours too…if not then in these movements in between your thighs…in these caresses on your lips…in this nakedness of emotions that swirls in the air…Oh, Inuyasha. Fragile this moment may be, fragile we maybe now… but fragile our love is not. This Sesshomaru… loves you… loves you to the point that it is absolute. This Sesshomaru…loves you. Oh, Inuyasha.


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A/N: I am back after a long time...m xcited to post this new fic. i am extremly sorry for those who waited for my "In Crimson Blood"'s update... i am so sorry. i kindda had a writer's block ... now i am back and i hope its for good. :)