Through The Night

A/N: Happy Birthday, Izzilicious! As you know, I'm probably too loopy to be making any serious attempts at fiction of any kind, but I really wanted to write something special for your special day. I tried to work in all the elements I thought you'd like… some of which I don't differ on with my own pairing and have thus likely stolen from myself. ^_^ Yaoi is not my forte… especially loving yaoi, but I gave it my best go. Hope you like! Fic titled for the Queen + Paul Rodgers song I was listening to while writing it. If you look up the lyrics, I think you'll agree it fits the pairing pretty well.

Through The Night

He hadn't wanted him to see, though he supposed he knew well what he was getting into mating his own flesh and blood. Still, as a man, the idea he could carry pups to begin with took some getting used to. He was honored his brother had chosen him; undoubtedly innumerable viable mates lined up outside the shiro with the intention of carrying his noble heir. Of course, that wasn't all they sought of him, some political aspirations likely also in mind. InuYasha didn't ask that of him. In fact, he asked very little if anything at all. Only to be accepted, forgiven, loved. And he had all those things in Sesshoumaru, along with something a little extra.

He folded his hands protectively over his midsection as Sesshoumaru eased down beside him on the futon, gold eyes so much like his own aglow with a warmth only known to him. This, of course, only meant one thing; he wished to do more than sleep beside him. His… growth, much like his human night, could only be hidden for so long. That alone should have given him some clue just how much his aniki loved him. All those things that had brought him shame all his life were wiped away with a gentle brush of his brother's fingers through his hair, a tender kiss to the brow; that look in his eyes.

"Have you forgotten your mark, Little Brother?" His voice, smooth as the silk draped loosely around his broad shoulders, tickled in those puppy ears, strong hands felt gripping slightly smaller shoulders as those honey-amber eyes met his own. "It connects you and I, allowing me a window into your hopes and fears alike."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Though he did, as much as Sesshoumaru's smile indicated he knew he was lying.

"Then let me see. Let me see what you and I have made together."

InuYasha's eyes widened, bottom lip quivering in silent dissent.

Sesshoumaru's smile softened as he gazed in his otouto's eyes, a gentle kiss planted atop his head. "Should I too be ashamed of the beauty you have growing within you? Tell me, Little Brother, have I wronged you in some way?"

"No…" InuYasha shook his head. "I'm just…"

"Embarrassed. InuYasha, listen." He slid his hand beneath the silk swathing his brother, fingers lightly tracing his mating mark. "What does your mark tell you?"

"That, as long as I'm with you, I have nothing to fear… and, as I grow—as what we've made grows—you will only find me more desirable."

He bestowed his forehead with another tender kiss. "Good to know you are listening for once." Clawed hands dangerous to anyone else—to him at one time but never again—carefully smoothed his sleeping yukata from his shoulders, lips touching his hotly, if only to distract him from the task at hand. Sesshoumaru ran a hand down InuYasha's body, allowing it to linger where the pups he was carrying were just beginning to show, his palm gliding south, where adept fingers slowly unwound his fundoshi. Little brother lifted his face to his elder's kiss, a little whimper caught in his throat as his touch was felt through the downy curls guarding his sex, fingers curling carefully around his length. Yes, he was still a man, and Sesshoumaru would ensure he remembered that, breath hot against his growing erection as he gently licked and kissed it up and down.

He wriggled out of his own sleeping attire, secured so loosely his aim was clear he never intended on going straight to sleep. InuYasha clawed at the covers, fangs bared in both delight and submission, moist heat enveloping the tip of his cock. Saliva dripped hotly down his shaft, his breath quickening with each bob of his elder brother's head, his groin already feeling tight. His hand slid over his stomach as the hot caress of his tongue glided up and down his manhood, the sweet suction created by his mouth almost too much for his brother to bear. A moan hitched in the hanyou's throat, hands full of his brother's moon-silver hair as he filled his mouth with his hot release.

Sesshoumaru licked the excess from his bottom lip with a closed-lipped smile, eager to receive the same, though cursory, treatment from his brother, moistening his length while he in turn ensured the entrance he would soon breach was appropriately lubricated. He flung him backward, hands making a final pass down his body, the tickle of his touch prompting a tiny giggle as his fingers traced his otouto's new curve. Hands once gentle gripped his thighs fiercely, spreading them apart while throwing one leg over his shoulder, free hand guiding him within the tightness all too happy to grip him. InuYasha moaned, his cock still rigid and wet with saliva and seed against his brother's stomach as he pumped, slow at first, a delectable rhythm found, one they only shared with one another.

Both legs hugging him over his shoulders now, he penetrated deeply, both physically and emotionally, InuYasha fighting his fluttering lids in order to maintain the eye contact Sesshoumaru demanded of him. This connection they shared was sacred, symbolized in the marks through which their deeper emotions were distinctly communicated—perhaps even more so in the bond they now shared as parents to the pups growing in InuYasha's womb. They kissed, smaller hanyou fangs lightly nipping his brother's bottom lip as their pace grew fleetingly frantic, big brother's eyes fluttering closed at his climax. Sesshoumaru withdrew slowly, smothering his lover's face in kisses. He lay beside him, nuzzling his neck, hand gently settling on the place nurturing the culmination of their love.

"Can this truly bring you shame?" his aniki asked above their sighs and pants.

InuYasha covered his hand with his own, turning his head to look longingly into his brother's eyes. "No… it brings me honor."

"Correction, my Otouto." Sesshoumaru leaned in to kiss his brow. "You honor me."