A fifth jug of sake was slammed onto the worn wooden table beside its four predecessors as the half-demon who had emptied it howled in laughter at something that was only amusing in his current intoxicated state. Across from him, Miroku downed another cup, emptying what was only his second jug, and stood unsteadily to make obscene gestures to both sexes. After falling on his ass trying to find his seat and causing the inu-hanyou to tumble backward, cackling at the monk's expense, Mirkou beckoned for more sake. The drinks came and kept coming since the monk had performed yet another fake exorcism and their group had been rewarded with free drinks—all night. Thankfully, Kagome had gone back to her time several days beforehand, so she wasn't there to stop them from drowning themselves in the liquor. And, without her only female companion, Sango found a hut to house them for the night and had settled the fox-kit down to sleep. Which left Inuyasha and Miroku to their own devices.
For hours, they drank, laughed, yelled, howled, and told exaggerated tales of their adventures to anyone who would listen and even those who wouldn't. When their audience was exhausted of their stories and they themselves could no longer find enjoyment in sharing, the hanyou and monk stumbled their way to the door and into the cool night air. Arms were wrapped around each other as the two struggled to stay on their feet.
"Ya know—" Inuyasha started but cut himself off with another bout of laughter as he stopped the monk from falling, though they both lurched forward with the effort. "Y—ya know? I ain't just some... Mutt." He spat the word—or tried to, but all of his words were slurred. "I'm just... Not."
Miroku nodded wholeheartedly. "You are ssssooo much more than—than a mutt. Jus' like me. I'm not just a—a perverted monk. I'mm cursed! Don'tcha think that I oughta get somethin' every once in awhile? I mean.. I'm curssed!" Pausing to take a breath, the monk hiccupped and giggled. "Sango-she should let me love her! I mean.. I do—I really love her..."
The hanyou looked at his companion in surprised, drunken awe. "Ya.. love her?"
"Pssh—yesss. She's just so.. Pretty and, and pretty. And her ass—" The monk tripped forward, groaning at the thought of the slayer. "What 'bout Kagome—you," He pushed into the hanyou's side. "Must love her."
Inuyasha scoffed. "I don't love her!" He shoved the monk back, but pushed to hard and toppled them both over. Limbs tangled, slowed by the alcohol, and the pair laughed as they tried to shove each other away. Eventually, they gave up and rested on the ground, out of breath as they stare up at the clear sky. "I don't love any 'hers,' ya damn baka." The hanyou heaved a sigh and tried to roll to his feet, only to land on his stomach with a flop.
"Whatdya mean?" Miroku tried to sit up, but groaned again, this time because of a wave of dizziness that swept over him and laid back down. "Ohhhhh. You—you like dick then?"
For some reason, the hanyou burst out laughing and hit his fist against the packed dirt several times before he curled up, stomach cramping. "Yeah—yeah. I like that. Nonono, wait. I love it." Inuyasha suddenly turned and prodded the monk. "Didja know? Before that... Wench arrowed me to that tree—I wasss havin' sex!"
Miroku only turned his head, too lazy to do anything else as he looked at the hanyou with a drunken look of wonder. "With—hic—With guyyys?"
"Oh yeeaahh," Inuyasha nodded and slowly stumbled to his feet. "C'mon. We gotta get back." He offered a hand and the monk accepted, being rather roughly yanked to his feet.
The two resumed walking and after a few minutes of silence, the monk glanced at Inuyasha. "You need a fuck-that must be why you're so grumpy!" He nodded, then said in a sing—songy voice, "Inuyasha needsa fuck~ Inuyasha ne—"
The hanyou laughed and threw the monk off balance, effectively shutting him up. Their banter continued as they wandered, stumbled, and tripped lost through the village in search of the hut Sango had shown them earlier.
"My... My brother—he's a real ass. I don' know why th' ol' man had to, to..." Inuyasha grumbled and rolled his eyes before glancing at the monk. "Oi—you listenin' ta me?"
"You... Want to fuck Shesshomaru?" While Inuyasha had moved past sex, Miroku's one track mind had yet to do the same. Before the hanyou could respond, the monk was nodding, looking rather thoughtful for a drunk. "He does have a nice ass... But—not as good as Sango-chan's!" His pitch rose toward he end of his declaration and he grinned, wanting the entire world to know how amazing the woman's ass was. Just before he could sing a song about the slayer, the hanyou cut in.
"Y—ya think my brother's ass is hot?!"
Miroku chuckled, "Nonono, Yasha. You think your brother's ass is hot—I said it was nice. But... Not as good a—"
Inuyasha growled, startling the monk who glanced over to be met with glaring golden eyes bleeding red. The hanyou felt a short burst of possessiveness and imagined digging his claws into the monk for talking about what was his-even if what he said was true and the youkai did have a nice ass.
In his drunken state, the monk couldn't fully comprehend what had happened and he didn't try to. But somehow, through the fog of alcohol, he knew red, demonic eyes on the hanyou weren't good. So he did the first thing that came to mind.
The hanyou whined and rubbed his gut where Miroku had punched him, forgetting his previous thoughts. "Ow—whatdja do that for!"
"I thought for sure you were gonna pass out!"
"Keh..." The hanyou hiccuped and dragged the monk along, searching for the right hut. They'd probably circled the village a dozen times already. But then, on what must have been the *fifteenth* time around... "Ah—Aha! This one—this is the right one!"
Miroku practically flung himself at the side of the hut, mistaking it for a doorway and cried out pathetically. "Sangooo-chaan! Sangooo-chaan!"
Inuyasha shoved the monk, ears twitching. "Shhhut it, wouldja." The hanyou pointed toward the actual doorway with a groan. "Jus' go 'lready."
Miroku crawled to the door and glanced back at the hanyou. "Le's go."
Inuyasha took a step forward, ready to kick the monk's ass. "I'm comin—" Then he stopped. Something told him... That hut was not where he wanted to go. His face scrunched up in concentration. He knew the voice that was coaxing him, tempting him with promises of pleasure. For all the sake in him, he couldn't figure it out. But he liked the images the voice was flashing in his mind; of naked skin and sex. "Oi! I ain't comin'... I gotta do.. Something." He nudged the monk's ass with his foot just for good measure and tossed Tetsuseiga toward him. The voice said it would be better without his sword. "I'll seeya la'er."
With no further comment, Inuyasha turned and bounded to the outskirts of the village before lunging into the woods. Such a simple task made difficult by his intoxication, but he felt almost like he was floating... Aside from when he collided with trees and branches. But eventually, he didn't even feel conscious of that. On one particularly hard landing, he bit into his lip with too large fangs. The water of the puddle he splashed through reflected reddening eyes and jagged stripes on his cheeks just as clearly as it did the moon. Slowly, his youkai side was making itself known, but he was too drunk to care. And without Tetsuseiga, it would have no trouble influencing him. For now, it was only ensuring he was headed in the correct direction. West.
With each step even, poised, and silent, the daiyoukai of the western lands glided through the grand halls of his esteemed mountain-side palace. Not one servant could be seen wandering the halls, though it was not a great surprise, considering the substantially small staff for a lord's palace, as well as the time of night. A sigh festered in his breast as he walked, threatening to make itself known to the conveniently empty halls. It had been quite some time since Sesshomaru had ventured back to his home where the bedding was soft, the environment was agreeable, and every imaginable luxury awaited him. The time where children (and everyone else for that matter) should be asleep was long passed, but Rin had just managed to drift off. Upon her first visit, Rin was granted her own room within the palace. The brightly colored fixings and the canopy bed suited her well. One would believe that a warm bed all to one's self would be more satisfactory than night, after night, sleeping outdoors on the ground with a campfire and a dragon. Children were; however, curious little things. How was Sesshomaru to know that, upon every return to the palace, each first night would be prolonged by the child's restlessness over Ah-Un being left outside. Rin had grown impossibly attached to the beast. But it would not do to bring a dragon inside.
Sesshomaru was tired. It went right down to his bones. His appetite had dwindled lately. As had his tolerance. Though it was likely only Rin would notice such a small change. The Lord could be perfectly content and still hardly eat. And tolerance was not something he cared to utilize. Perhaps it was simply homesickness? No, not likely. Too little time to himself—time to think. The Lord had intended to retire to his chambers, but instead, at the last minute, chose the left extravagant door at the end of the hall, rather than the right. It had been far too long since Sesshomaru had bathed in hot water. And with finery soaps.
The room which housed Sesshomaru's large, personal bath was gloriously steamed. The still water wafted some sort of dissolved, fragrant salts. Bamboo shelving held a neat array of every luxuriant bath concoction that would suit a noble's fancy. Temptation was far too great. The youkai lord was out of his garments in moments, snatching a chosen soap, shampoo, and oil, and stepping leisurely into the hot water. Once he was fully submerged to his shoulders, and his vials were neatly aligned along the side, he then allowed himself a sigh. He rested his head against the edge of the pool, closing his eyes and listening to the rhythmic churning of the small cycling waterfall. I will close them...only for...a moment.
Inuyasha ran, leapt, and bounded onward. Rather than grow fatigued by the exercise, he was growing more awake and feeling more alive. His heart was racing with only partially shrouded anticipation of what was going to happen—part of him knowing and craving while the other, blissfully unaware was tempted with vague promises. Everything was a blur as he went-passing through villages and forests without a glance for their occupants. The inner voice driving him would not allow for any distractions.
The further and longer the hanyou ran, the more steady he became. Less stumbling and tripping as his eyes flickered between their normal golden hue and a bloodied red that told the story of half his blood. Still, Inuyasha was intoxicated and only partially aware of what was happening; of how his youkai was slowly melding into his mind and easing into control. The youkai energy inside him, no longer bound and forced down by Tetsuseiga, reveled in the new found freedom and was more than eager to carry out a plan it had been set on for some time. All the while, Inuyasha was oblivious. He ran where he was coaxed and his youkai used his body as nothing more than a vessel.
The hanyou was still somewhat conscious of his surroundings. He noticed that the ground had inclined and grew jagged with rocks, but the sake drowning his brain wouldn't let him puzzle out what that meant. And all the scents that were growing stronger, more frequent were also smothered by his intoxication. His youkai, on the other hand, was hyper alert and rapidly cataloged each scent until it found that one. It urged Inuyasha forward until a large palace came into view, silhouetted by the glow of the full moon. At the sight of the grand building, the hanyou's youkai was nearly giddy and his excitement transferred to Inuyasha's drunken mind. The now eager hanyou followed the whispered directions and easily snuck past the few guards he'd spotted. Once he was in the courtyard it seemed as though he was but a puppet on a string and someone else was controlling him as he navigated the gardens and eventually made his way inside. He had less and less control as he stalked through unfamiliar halls with a prowess and silence capable only of youkai and confused burned brightly in his muddled mind because he caught scents he was sure he knew, but could not recognize them. No matter how much he might have wanted to, his body would not stop and investigate. And he was too drunk to realize what that meant.
Vaguely, Inuyasha noticed that was one scent in particular that was steadily growing stronger. In fact—the scent seemed to be everywhere; he remembered the first whiff he got a few miles before the castle came into view. It had steadily grown stronger and now, he was following the newest trail. The hanyou found himself humming quietly in appreciation. It was a deep, musky scent laced with refined touches of something... Softer. Maybe flowers... He wasn't sure. And he had no more time to think about it as his hand rose to push open an ornate door.
Steam trickled out as the hanyou stepped into the inviting warmth of the air. Quietly, the door slid shut behind him and he turned to gaze through moonlit steam at the room which he had entered. There were many rich scents floating through the area, but only one mattered. He stalked closer, noticing discarded clothes and his ears flicked toward the sound of soft breathing disguised by the trickle of water.
His gaze then fell upon the naked, prone form of... His brother. That's when Inuyasha began to question why he was there. What was the voice thinking? He needed to go bac—the hanyou was pushed away, ticked into the same mental space his youkai used to occupy as the energy flooded his system, overwhelming his drunken mind and seizing full control. Fangs lengthened, claws sharpened and grew finer tips, and eyes turned a lustful red, nearly glowing in the eery lighting.
Closer the hanyou crept, carefully avoiding the vials lined along the edge of the warm pool. Predatory eyes swept over the still, sleeping lord's form with a leer as Inuyasha slowly straightened and derobed himself, dropping the articles uncaringly. The lord slept on while the hanyou circled the pool once, and then again. With a toothy grin, Inuyasha slipped into the warm pool just opposite of his quarry.
As he slowly glided through the water, causing as little a disturbance as possible, the hanyou was given a chance to study the normally stoic creature's more vulnerable side. The moonlight lent an air of radiance as it danced across fair skin and silver hair. The youkai markings were bright and proud, showing a heritage of power and nobility. The youkai now in control of Inuyasha's body wanted to growl in pleasure. But he made no such noise. Instead, he eased closer and traced a claw through floating silver hair. So close now... The hanyou moved in more, invading the lord's personal space as he nudged a pale outstretched leg open enough so he could inch between them. Still, the hanyou tried to touch the sleeping youkai as little as possible. Keeping some distance between them, he leaned forward and placed his hands on either side of his brother's head. He dipped his head, his wet hair drifting along the surface of the water and brushing both his own skin and the youkai's. The hanyou stopped moving when his nose was nearly touching the pale, vulnerable flesh of the youkai's exposed neck. Then, he slowly raised his head, his nose gently touching skin and tracing along the pulsing jugular vein as he inhaled the scent of his prey. The knowledge that such a creature as the one who lay beneath him, unaware, would soon be his was nearly as intoxicating as the amount of sake that it had taken for the hanyou to lose his inhibitions and leave himself vulnerable to his youkai side.
What...is this? This is not the time to do this. Someone is...approaching...coming closer... An intruder... I must not... But everything was so warm. He was floating—buoyant in the ethereal heat. Submerged in docile flames that would lick his entire body rather than sear it. The air was thick and looming, shrouding him, forming into wisps that caressed his face and neck. That scent...I must eradicate it. Someone was too near. His instincts conflicted, confusing his senses, informing him of a predator and yet freezing him in place with cautious whispers of...distant promise? What was this haze, this cocoon? His instincts were flawless. Or they had been. Something was disconcerting them. Something was wrong. Normally lightning responses were impeded and slowed down to dangerous levels, leaving an entirely new response to fill the quiescent void. This would not do.
Sesshomaru's keen eyes snapped open, the moon-glossed pupils reverting to mere slits while gall, lust, assertion, and powerful youki crashed down upon his senses. His fist connected callously with the jaw of the one who dared profane the neck of a youkai lord.
The calm gained by the lord's scent was shattered as quickly as the blow landed. The hanyou's reaction was just as rapid; the hit being perceived as a challenge and lighting a wildfire in his veins, urging him to prove and enforce his dominance. With a feral snarl his head whipped back to face the youkai and one hand shot to the lord's throat, fingers curling to apply pressure until claws depressed skin, nearly piercing it. The pulse beneath his fingers only served to arouse the frenzied hanyou further as he glared at the lord, lip twitching every so slightly to expose his lengthened fangs, and pressed his body closer to Sesshomaru's.
Sesshomaru grasped the hand that shackled his throat, willing his sluggish mind to focus. The figure before him... It was Inuyasha. Indeed, it was him, but not entirely. The red eyes glowed and the harsh claws cut and the fierce growl echoed. The daiyoukai had been this way before, been in this state of immobility and nothingness. Back then, the encounter had been from afar, and now...the creature was touching him, exacting its wrath, filling his senses. The potent youki was a lash to his awareness and ability stray from the strange, foreign intents wafting from the one called Inuyasha. The youki was not dispersed in madness as it had been when those searing eyes connected with his core for the first time. The power was condensed, focused in on one thing in particular, one thing that forced its way in—infected his body. But his body would not fight. It refused him. His command meant nothing over even himself. Whatever his brother's desire, it had ensnared him. Was there no escape? Perhaps he did not care. The Western sky would bear witness as coherency fled him—as something of the likes he'd never heard, called to him, tearing from him an impulsive and inconceivable arousal. Golden eyes widened, a split moment of comprehension lavishing his remaining nerves with the first, and perhaps final, sense of a recalcitrant fate.
Placated by the fact that he was not being fought against, Inuyasha's grip eased, if only minutely, and his thumb stroked over the pulsing flesh it covered. Like a balm, the small action served to soothe the hanyou for a moment before something more instinctual and desire—stirred took control of him. Helpless against the primal drive, Inuyasha levered the youkai to his feet before turning him around. As soon as he released the lord's throat, that hand moved to his brother's back and he pushed the youkai's torso down, claws biting into skin until the lord's chest was pressed against the floor beyond his bath. Inuyasha leaned down, his body lining against his brother's as he reveled in the pleasure of the direct bodily contact. Anything more than action was beyond him—thoughts could not be awoken from the lustful slumber induced by his own instincts. Words were meaningless as both bent arms barred either side of the youkai beneath him, letting some of his weight rest atop the lord. It was a low growl, rather than a taunt or explanation, that rumbled from his fanged mouth as he ran his tongue over a pale shoulder. Scent, taste, and touch were proving to incite a deep-rooted eroticism and kindle a warmth in the pit of the hanyou's stomach as his hardened member rubbed against his brother's skin.
Thought was useless, apparently. His instincts gave him no opportunity. His mind screamed at him to retaliate, but he could not. Whatever the hanyou was giving off, it had completely paralyzed his sense of actuality—save for a striking sense of touch. His consciousness swam like never before. His mind, his heart? Sesshomaru was not sure they were still there, let alone what they might be telling him. Was it magic? The lord's breath increased as his body was shoved forward and bent over, presenting his rear to the frenzied hanyou. With clouded eyes, Sesshomaru tried to glance behind him, but Inuyasha's tongue had found the skin of his shoulder, blocking his view with a curtain of grey hair and a flash of fang. The lord furrowed his brows, blinking a few times as though the strange feeling enveloping him could be cleared away if what he saw ceased to entrance him. Then something snapped back into place as his instincts quarreled. A warning growl rippled from his throat as something pressed into the small of his back, dangerously close to where nothing had ever dared to venture.
Reddened eyes narrowed as Inuyasha snapped his jaws just beside the youkai's ear with a short grumble. The growl the lord gave him was ignored as he slid his hands to either side of his brother's body. Claws scraped against skin, raising faint irritated lines along the youkai's ribs down to his striped hips. The hanyou's body followed his roaming hands until he was partially submerged once more and his mouth was at the small of the lord's back. One hand stayed at the youkai's right hip while the other slid lower to cup a firm globe. Claws that previously dug into flesh turned almost reverent as they gently caressed the pale, wet skin. Inuyasha growled low in his throat, pleased, as he spread the youkai's cheeks and pressed his nose between the two pieces of flesh. In the next moment, his tongue was lapping over the lord's entrance and his claws were cutting into his brother's hip to inhibit any resistance.
Sesshomaru gritted his teeth as foreign, sleazy claws trailed down his body. As the roving hands reached his backside, the lord growled again, increasing in volume as his cheeks were forced apart. His attempt at intimidation broke in his throat when what he knew as soft, wet tongue, swiped across his virginal entrance. Saturated silver hair flew through the air as Sesshomaru whipped his head back around to glance incredulously behind him. The daiyoukai, in seeing his brother's face ensconced in his rear, was struck with a flash of alarm, setting his fingers aglow with poison as he positioned his one arm to strike. With another swipe of the tongue and the harsh sting of the claws at his hips, the lord's hand only managed to entangle itself in long grey hair with a grip of death as a dull hiss escaped his mouth. This is...not happening...
With a low, threatening growl the hanyou nuzzled his face deeper and circled the youkai's entrance again, moistening it. His claws slid down as he gripped his brother tighter in retaliation for the hand in his hair and he felt blood on his fingers. The scent of the crimson liquid set Inuyasha's mind spinning and his length ached in its neglect. Quickly, he jerked the lord's hips back and pressed his tongue forward, slipping it into the youkai. A fierce desire controlled the moist muscle as it wiggled and laved within the lord's entrance. The feeling of his brother's muscles around his tongue urged the hanyou to speed his preparation. He'd barely stopped himself from taking his brother raw and hard to show his dominance. But a small portion of his lust-crazed mind would not allow such treatment. It was not only dominance he craved though; a need to be accepted mingled in as well. Inuyasha withdrew slightly, his tongue swirling over the youkai's entrance several more times before he completely removed his face from his brother's ass, licking his lips as he raised his gaze to Sesshomaru's. The hanyou gripped the hand that was curled in his hair, letting his claws bite into flesh until he was released. Keeping his grasp on his brother's striped wrist, he jerked the youkai's arm up and pinned the slightly bloodied appendage behind Sesshomaru's back as he leaned over the prone form beneath him. His free hand found his hardened cock and Inuyasha lined himself up with his brother's moistened entrance, leaning further down to lick the blood from his fingers which remained locked on his brother's wrist as he jerked his hips forward.
No amount of seizing the hanyou's hair in his manic hand seemed to quell the strange feeling of the writhing, impudent tongue just inside him. He met eyes with Inuyasha, conceiving without waver who he was, and yet...staring into a blank, curious face of atrocity. Before Sesshomaru could blink in response to the ravenous look, his arm was wrenched behind him, the force pushing his marked cheek into the floor. The senseless form of his brother leaned over him, the moonlight casting his shadow over the pinned daiyoukai. This was it. Sesshomaru was to be taken by a hanyou. And without intention, he had braced himself for it. Obliteration. Such a thing seemed so out of reach. So futile. Of course, there was apprehension, loathing, uncertainty in his hardened eyes. But there was that feeling again. That feeling which kept him in slumber, which halted his pride, which intrigued his subconscious to a level high enough to subdue his control over himself. Sesshomaru sucked in a breath as Inuyasha's cock plunged into him.
The youkai controlling Inuyasha's mind and body was hyperaware of the warmth and tightness that began to surround his length as he eased himself forward, understanding it would be better to cause as little pain to his partner as possible now. Before, the wounds he'd inflicted were necessary to subdue the lord. However, in this moment and the coming moments, a mutual pleasure should be reached—it needed to be. With a low groan, Inuyasha closed his eyes and gripped his brother's hip with his free hand as he leveled out. While unable to not sheathe himself completely, he had at least restrained himself from thrusting in rapidly and taking the youkai like he was nothing but a common whore. It was for a brief moment that the hanyou's body stayed tense and still, like a wire pulled taut before his restraint snapped and he gave into the frenetic desire that lit his nerves. Hips pulled back and his hold at the youkai's hip tightened as he growled out his pleasure at finally feeling the lord around his manhood. Inuyasha's hips eagerly drove forward again and he repeated the action, losing himself to the carnal ecstasy as each stroke into his brother's body began to quicken.
Sesshomaru squeezed his eyes shut as his rectum stretched to allow the foreign intrusion. His captured breath finally fled his lungs when the hanyou stilled for a moment. The youkai tensed during this moment of stillness, unable to help it, constricting around the hanyou when he assuredly pulled back out. Sesshomaru ground his teeth as he took the cock, jerking his arm against his brother's restraint until— "Nngh.." Sesshomaru pushed his hips back against the hanyou's in surprise as the hard length slid against something inside, something that sent more blood to his own straining organ. Inuyasha's swift thrusts formed a rhythm that Sesshomaru found himself taking to easily. The hanyou slid in and out of him now without any further undesirable friction, causing Sesshomaru to experimentally rock his hips, attempting to ease that pleasurable spot in line with Inuyasha's aim. Heat rushed to his face as he panted, disregarding the disheveled hair stuck to his moistened skin. With a low groan, and his cheek still pressed to the floor, the daiyoukai opened his eyes and directed his narrowed gaze at the hanyou again as he pulled his arm against the hanyou's grasp—a silent, insistent warning that he would need it back.
Ears perked towards the sound of panting and the groan the youkai issued. Inuyasha's gaze fell to his brother's and narrowed in response, flicking between the arm he held and the lord's face. With a warning growl the hanyou released his brother and gripped both hips firmly, jerking the youkai back as he thrusted forward to show he still had control.
Finally free, Sesshomaru's arm slipped back into the water, just before he was jerked back away from the side of the pool with a vice-like hold on his hips. He remained leaning forward, not finding the will to straighten his posture while his brother pounded into him. With an impatient snarl, Sesshomaru thrust his arm behind them and imbedded his claws in the hanyou's flexing ass, throwing his head back, shoving his brother deeper inside himself—never having imagined that this end of a fuck could permeate his vision with more stars than there were in a clear night sky.
With a grunt, the hanyou pistoned his hips forward roughly as he leaned over his brother until his chest was nearly touching the elder's back and one hand slunk from the lord's hip to his engorged cock. Inuyasha held the hot flesh tightly and growled against the youkai's shoulder as he felt claws dig deeper into his skin. A moment later, his hand was sliding roughly against his brother's water-slicked dick just as rapidly as he was hammering into the pale body. Inuyasha growled again, this time it was a deeper, more primal sound that was brought on by the searing brand pleasure was burning into his body.
A firm grip on his sex, a moan of approval hummed from Sesshomaru's lips as the hanyou rubbed him without restraint. With the rising ecstasy, Sesshomaru's hips moved erratically, relishing in the sound of skin meeting skin with rapid, wet slaps. Dire claws dug deeper as the youkai continued to guide the hanyou into him. Sesshomaru panted raggedly, close to exasperation. He was so near to what he desired, to the much needed release, but there was something else—something he had to do. Inuyasha's deep, possessive growls pushed the lord further to the edge of his sanity. So...close. The hanyou pounded into him once more with further pressure on his cock as Sesshomaru's claws released his brother's bloodied rear and clasped the back of his neck, slamming his hips back to meet the thrust. The daiyoukai nearly roared with the force of his climax—but he could not. He'd yanked the hanyou fully on top of him with that final thrust, threw his head back, and sank his teeth deep into the hanyou's shoulder, locking his jaws as he rode out his release impaled on his brother's length and stroked by his brother's hand.
The hanyou choked on a gravelly groan as he was jerked down unexpectedly and his cock was engulfed in a tight, spasming heat. He felt his brother come in his hand as fangs pierced his skin, drawing forth blood. Inuyasha moaned, eyes nearly rolling back. This was why he'd ventured to the lord's home. This beast he'd become, his youkai, would finally take what he'd claimed as his own. And it saw Sesshomaru as his and his alone. That dreaded sword had kept the youkai locked away for far too long, but now-now he had freedom. Freedom to resume pounding into the lord and relish in the spastic muscles as they clenched around his throbbing length; to stroke his brother's member as it began to soften, ensuring he'd milked the lord; and to finally be pushed over the edge of pleasure by the teeth imbedded in his shoulder, by the overwhelming scents of blood and sex, and by the feeling that washed through him with each powerful thrust into his brother's body. Inuyasha gave a ragged snarl as he slammed into his brother's body once last time and bent his head forward, contorting himself and the lord as his mouth closed the over pale skin below Sesshomaru's clavicle. The hanyou gripped silver hair and jerked the lord's head further back as he came hard, his cock being caressed and squeezed fervidly. His fangs sliced into skin until a tangy taste met his tongue and he knew, in the precise moment, the daiyoukai was his.
Sesshomaru's bloodied fangs retracted from Inuyasha's shoulder as mutual fangs plunged into his chest with burning, delicious pain and searing power, tearing a gasp from his throat as he clung to the back of the hanyou's neck while the beast released inside him, pulling his hair and thrusting mercilessly, nearly raising the lord's cock for a second time. Then, the force of the crazed hanyou lessened and Sesshomaru stood still, rigid, digging his claws into Inuyasha's scruff, panting. Inuyasha opened his mouth, releasing the youkai's ravaged flesh. Then everything was dark—and Sesshomaru fell.
Body tense and somehow relaxed in a euphoric bliss, Inuyasha's arms encircled the youkai before he could damage himself and pulled the lord's bloodied form down with him as he slumped into the water, slipping himself out of his brother in the process. The hanyou shifted until his back was against the wall of the bath, much like Sesshomaru's position when he'd arrived, and settled his brother between his legs. The youkai's head rested on his unmarked shoulder, leaving his pale throat exposed. Not one to waste the opportunity, Inuyasha nuzzled his face into the crook of his brother's neck and hummed quietly. Arms tightened around the lord before the hanyou's youkai calmed and eyes, the color of the blood on his claws, closed in contentment and exhaustion as he relinquished his hold on consciousness.
Okay. Hey reader! ConspiringWordAddict and I are back. As you may have noticed, this is a roleplay. We have posted a few of these, but we have actually written soooooo many of these since then. We have decided to start posting again (as slightly more practiced writers). This is going to be a multi-chapter story. We have written more than this, but we decided to post some to see what sort of reactions we might get ;) Soooo some reviews would be perfect motivation for the continuation of this story. Thanks!
I play the role of Sesshomaru and ConspiringWordAddict plays the role of Inuyasha.
We both will always have these specific characters, but we will incorporate other characters as well.