AN: This was inspired by my own infatuation with the unconscious. R&R, Constructive criticism is welcome.
I stifled a moan that threatened to escape my tense lips as my fingers started to work at a faster pace through the fleece of my pajama bottoms. My hand slipped under the elastic waist band to get more stimulate, nearly biting a hole in my bottom lip as I did and never letting my eyes leave the sleeping form of my elder brother. Okay, so let me start out by saying that I usually don't endanger my life by jacking off to a sleeping Sesshomaru. In fact, this is my first time so consider yourself lucky for being able to accompany me on this rather erotic and life threatening adventure. Now I'm going to explain to you what lead me to this extremely idiotic predicament of mine and don't you dare sit there judging me. We all have our turn-ons', right? For some guys it's the way a women walks, for others it's the arch of her foot, for me it just happens to be watching hot dudes sleep.
It's completely fucking normal.
This thing of mine started, probably around sixth or seventh grade and not specifically towards my ass hole brother either, if that's what you're thinking. So picture this, I'm sitting in class, something like thirteen years old at the time, and I can't take my God damn eyes of this guy in front of me. Now, this is middle school math so nearly half the class is unconscious but this fucking moron in front of me has got to be the most carnal sight I had ever set my little pubescent eyes upon. The teacher had our desks in these neat little rows down the class room and I just happened to have my spot near the corner of the room, furthest from the exit, and I sat in that chair with a hard on the size of Jupiter I shit you not. But that's another story.
Ever since then, my biggest weakness has been just watching boys sleep. My eyes ran down the figure of my brother from my position on the floor. Sesshomaru has got to be the sexiest I'd seen while sleeping and trust me, I'd done my research. I guess that's what really led me here. My father took my laptop so that I'd start my summer reading books, understandably concerned considering school began again next week. I would be starting my eleventh year at seventeen years old while that sexy beast of burden on the bed in front of me would be starting the twelfth. What my ever so helpful father was ignorant of was the fact that the porn that was held by that beautiful laptop was the only thing that kept me sane these past few years. I had folders of videos saved on that precious piece of machinery, folders upon folders of could be hundreds of videos and pictures I'd collected to feed my dark obsession.
A small gasp escaped my lips when my hand clenched tighter, my eyes hooded but staring at the slumbering demon sprawled out on his back. My gaze trailed the spill of his shining silver mane that ran from his head and across the mattress in all its gleaming glory. I let my hand slide up sluggish and tight while I set my site on the slow steady breathing of Sesshomaru, his wildly defined abdominal muscles rising and falling delicately with each breath his subconscious mind let him intake.
As bloody fucking beautiful this sight was, and trust me it was breath taking, I still don't know whether or not I'd repeat my actions if I'd known the consequences they'd bring. Hell, originally I'd come in here intent on stealing his laptop for the night in order to temporarily relieve myself until my father saw it fit to return my own but as soon as I'd snuck through that white painted door, I was captivated. The moonlight streamed through the window adjacent to his bed, painting a striped pattern over his entire being that lay cloaked in only clean white boxers and a thin woven blanket that had fell kicked away at his knees. His face lay towards the wall his bed was propped against, shielding his sensitive site from the probing moonlight that escaped through his open blinds. Clawed hands lay in comfortable positions around him, his left lying palm up resting in the spot closest to his angelic face, his thumb coming up to touch the tip of his nose in the lightest of meetings, and his right hand seated relaxed and unmoving by his side, his index finger making the barest of twitches every so often.
Would you believe me if I told you I'd never noticed how God damn gorgeous my own brother was? I mean, sure I knew he was attractive but, meh, it runs in the family. I had probably never even cared to notice because he was such a constant thorn in my side with the leering looks and the sarcastic remarks at all times, all I'd ever wanted to do was punch him in the face. But when I'd walked into his room and saw him looking oh so fuckable I had not a choice but to notice and notice I did, I'd been noticing for the better part of an hour now.
Before you go calling me stupid over what happens next, let me explain to you that I'd come in here prepared to only snatch his belongings and jet. I'd taken the liberty to suppress my scent the best I knew how; mind you I only ever finished the tenth grade just yet. I was never too good at the whole get in touch with your inner youkai or whatever. Anyway, I suppressed it right up until I felt my climax hit me, didn't even realize I'd let go of my scent until it was too late.
I sat there with my back against the wall and two hands down my fire red pajama bottoms, both pumping furiously around my incredibly hard dick. My entire body tensed as I emptied everything I had, two streams of pearly white liquid flying and landing on the smooth planes of my stomach. I clamped down hard on my tongue to stop the pleased whine from traveling past my throat and into the warm night air of my brothers' bedroom, my eyes clenched tight against the stars that colored my vision. I felt my toes uncurl slightly as the ride came to an end, my body beginning to relax against the wall I sat upon and my eyes fluttering open ever so slowly.
I imagine Sesshomarus surprise, being jostled awake by the sudden borage of not only my scent but the scent of dying arousal coupled with the strong aroma of a fresh release. I imagine the feeling being much akin to being trapped in complete darkness for some length of time and then having a blinding light shone rite into your eyes. Or something of that nature.
However, I didn't have to imagine my own surprise, or rather horror, when I opened my own eyes to instantly lock gazes with glowing yellow irises staring back to me, uncharacteristic shock sewn throughout a usually blank expression. It was truly a comical sight, to see my emotionless brother riddled with shock, his mouth held open enough for me to see the ends of pointed white canines and his eyes wide and disbelieving. I would have laughed, I mean really would have laughed if I wasn't holding my own expression of utter terror at being discovered with not one but two fucking hands down my pants and the result laying sticky and cold against my mid section. We were both completely silent, frozen staring at the other, him sitting straight up in his bed with his perfectly defined arms limp by his side and me sitting in the same position I held previously: both hands down my pants.
So I did the only thing I could do in this impossibly difficult situation I'd gotten myself into with no one to blame but yours truly. I ran my little hanyou ass out that white painted door and down the length of the hallway. I'd never reached my room so fast in my entire life—Usain Bolt couldn't have caught my ass that night.