The pouch hung heavily on the youkai's neck, the bottle inside feeling as though the heat of passion was stirring the potion to higher degrees, making it hotter by the moment. Yet the mixture only pulsated because, in a way, it could sense that the one who drank it before was nearby. Like every matter in this world, the potion wanted it's purpose to be complete. Inuyasha was the target.
On impulse, Sesshomaru seized the pouch, hidden beneath layers of fabric. The warmth of it was irritating slightly. Yet he hadn't been calmer as he was right then at the sight of his sibling standing before him, the humans rushing back to the village now that their savior was there. He wasn't inclined to purr as the other did, but the tension that had settled in the pit of his being was gone, utterly evaporated. The beast inside him was at ease. And Sesshomaru, himself, wasn't pleased at all. The closer he stepped towards Inuyasha, the more pronounced the scent was. It was the scent that told him he was unsuccessful. The plainness of it, the harsh air that seemed unclean, unfertile… barren.
The space between the siblings was nearly gone. One barely had to reach out a hand to grasp the shoulder of the other. Neither of them spoke and Sesshomaru hardly felt inclined to do so. He knew what had to be done now. It almost appeared to be the perfect opportunity to test his theory-more like wonder-to see if Inuyasha would submit to him without the aid of a new moon. The hanyou certainly had bowed his head and body to Sesshomaru, to the pleasure the coupling had brought. The more the youkai thought about it, the keener he became. What was the point of waiting, either? Inuyasha was not pregnant and there was no reason to treat his body as though it were a piece of fragile glass.
Up until now, the expression on the elder one's face had been a mask of disappointment and resentment, because no matter how the beast desired Inuyasha, Sesshomaru still hated him. What other reason did he need to treat the other with brutality? But now the briefest of smiles appeared on his lips. His hand grasped the hanyou's arm and though the grip was not strong enough to break a daemon's bone, the intent was no doubt plain as to what he would do. Once again, the ball of energy appeared, this time consuming both of them, floating away from the ground and village, over the many trees and creatures below. Sesshomaru did not go far this time, but it was certainly a two days' walk for anyone on foot should one want to return to Kaede's village.
Sesshomaru released his brother the moment he could. The beast inside him was uncurling too quickly for his taste, wanting to sink its fangs into the tender neck of the half-breed. Yet all the youkai did was circle the other, much like a predator would, and said, "You have not conceived, then." It was a statement, but another could easily take it as a question.
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Standing before his brother, Inuyasha felt a sense of giddiness arise in him. As if he were eager to be with Sesshoumaru, glad to stand within his view. Although his purrs had ceased rapidly, Inuyasha's expression kept a more calmer, relaxed tone to it. Watching as his brother took hold of the pouch, he raised an eyebrow. That was his signal that, perhaps, Sesshoumaru had known the hanyou wasn't pregnant at all. Flicking his claws together, he became a bit nervous. He knew exactly what this would mean, and now he had to plan his shelter come the next new moon. But something about this didn't fit right; if Sesshoumaru knew that he didn't have kids, then why did he make his presence known today? It was only a week, and a new moon wouldn't be until next month. Perhaps he was just checking on him, and would take his leave soon.
This didn't seem the case once he walked up towards him, being only a hair's breath away. Inuyasha kept his face up to him, but his eyes traveled everywhere else, as if trying to avoid directly looking at him. The moment became tense to him, and he could barely contain his youkai's desires to get even closer. He despised each second of it, how part of him just wanted to bend to his brother. His eye twitched once, irritated with himself, but came to a full blink when something took a hold of his arm. This time his eyes looked into Sesshoumaru's as the energy ball engulfed them, lifting them up into the sky once more. Inuyasha didn't fidget, knowing it'd be better not to stir up himself or Sesshoumaru any more than necessary.
Instead, he waited until they landed safely down and both of his feet touched the ground. Walking away, but not going far, Inuyasha looked around a little and sniffed the air. They didn't go back to that clearing they were in las time, and at least here it wouldn't be a great distance back to Kaede's village. The downside was that because it was so close, that anyone heading there just may stumble across them. He had noticed that Sesshoumaru began circling him, and the hanyou stopped walking to watch the other. Tense, he pulled his hands from his sleeves and kept them at his sides.
Yes, Sesshoumaru did know he was not pregnant, and that would make his lie more difficult to do. He was virtually trapped, with his brother pacing around him, if the hanyou did try anything, his brother would be upon him in mere seconds. "You don't know that." was all he manage to utter, his youkai scolding him for lying to the other. "And quit your moving around, it's irritating me." adding that last statement, he managed to back away, out of his elder brother's circle, edging closer towards the forest. He could hear the sound of cicadas nearby, the sun was preparing to set, but there was a good deal of light out. It wasn't the ideal time for escaping as the light would just reflect off of the red fabric of his clothing, possibly attracting nearby attention. The hanyou decided to bide his time for as long as he could, knowing exactly that Sesshoumaru would plan to mate with him again since it did not work the first time.
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Indeed, the youkai believed he could not make his intentions any clearer than they were right then. Of course, what he saw as blatant to him was no so with others. There was no reason for him to care if Inuyasha understood or not. The other's nervousness, however, was enough to inform the elder brother that the shrewd idea hung thickly between the two. If anything, it only made the beast rear its head and sniff the hostile air, tasting the desire hidden beneath all the hatred. Deep down, Sesshomaru fathomed there was no fight in his brother. But those instincts were difficult to accept, especially in Inuyasha's case, where nothing could be more humiliating. Being a weak human was one matter, Sesshomaru knew. Being a willing mate was another.
His pacing ceased as Inuyasha backed out of the small circle. The youkai watched him, not speaking a word. He only watched the hanyou, simply waiting for him to take flight at any moment. There weren't any dangers in the immediate area. Nothing kept Inuyasha rooted. Nonetheless, the other didn't move, didn't flee. He had shifted towards the forest, but wasn't trying to escape, just yet anyway. The mokomoko twitched on Sesshomaru's shoulder as the beast growled to have its mate once more. There was no point in delaying. The beast wanted Inuyasha and his submission.
The daemon lord walked up to the hanyou, closing the space quicker than he had earlier. In hardly a second, he stood before the other and stretched out a hand, striking him across the face as he had done several nights ago with the Whip. It wasn't enough to cause any damage, save a couple of claw marks. It was just to humiliate.
"Don't lie to me, little brother," he said softly, never taking his gaze from the hanyou's. "I have been watching you all week. I know you are not with a child. Your scent proves it."
The next moment, his hand twisted itself into Inuyasha's hair, claws scraping the back of his scalp, gripping the locks with unnecessary cruelty. His other hand came to grasp the hanyou's shoulder and pushed him into the trunk of the nearest tree. Sesshomaru placed himself in front of the other, the heat of their bodies mingling in what was once cool air. His hand slipped from the shoulder and found the hemline of his hakama, with the shirt tucked into the material. The youkai's persistence and impatience was blatant as his claws tore through the haori, pulling it out of the way until he was free to tug at the pants here and there until the material fell to the ground, collecting around the hanyou's ankles. He shifted closer, his clothes and body pressed against the hanyou's half-naked frame. He still hadn't released the other's hair and now forced Inuyasha's head back, exposing his throat.
"You were so willing the night before," he whispered, dragging his tongue over the other's Adam's apple. At the same time, his knee was brought up and began rubbing against the length between Inuyasha's legs. "Perhaps I do not need a new moon to bend your body to do what I want."
His arm wrapped around the hanyou's waist, successfully pinning Inuyasha's frame against him, with only the tree to lean back on. He pulled his brother closer, lips now traveling around the neck of the shirt, biting harshly at the skin and lapping at it as though he were a feline hungry for milk. The soft material covering his knee rubbed back and forth along Inuyasha's cock, causing a heated friction.
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Noticing that Sesshoumaru had ceased his pacing, the hanyou eyed him carefully. It was during that time that he considered taking his chances and fleeing right then and there. It wasn't the bravest of actions, but it would've been more effective than just standing there. The fabric of his pants shook as he prepared to jump, but something kept him from leaving. His feet were planted to the ground like roots, unmoving no matter how much he urged them to go. For once, his body refused to listen, and he was indeed trapped, stuck with the only option of toughing it out. Sesshoumaru began to walk to him, enclosing the gap between the two. 'Come on, body...' he grimaced, still with no response, 'Move...!'
Before he knew it, a clawed hand struck his face, turning his head in its opposite direction. Resisting the urge to yelp in surprise, the hanyou just kept his head turned without uttering a word. So Sesshoumaru hadn't really left him, this whole time he was being followed by his older brother, his every movement watched under a keen eye. Sesshoumaru's other statement drew his attention away from the fact that his life was momentarily under surveillance. "My scent?" he repeated, turning his head back to look ahead. Soft, pink marks formed on his skin, and a few welts from the claw's impact as well. He had forgotten all about that, that dead giveaway about any demon's status. Even as a half-demon, he still carried it, but he never really put any thought into it.
His train of thought was halted immediately once something scratched against his head, pulling it in its own direction. "Gaah! Let go of me!" one hand managed to reach Sesshoumaru's before he was pushed into a tree, its claws scraping against its flesh. Pushing up from the tree he was pinned to, the hanyou readied to attack with his claws, but something held him back. His youkai wouldn't allow it, limiting his damage to a few good scratches to his elder brother's shoulder and arms. The ripping sound of his fabrics tearing caused his ears to twitch - Sesshoumaru was destroying something he held close to him, something given to him by his mother. Growling, he sunk his claws into the other's forearm. It wasn't enough to cause serious damage - his youkai wouldn't permit it - but he was certain even Sesshoumaru would feel it.
Still, he was disrobed easily by his elder brother, and found the same sense of shame overcoming him as it did the first time. He looked away, muscles straining upon Sesshoumaru's. His body was stiff as it could possibly be, he didn't want to feel that he could relax with his elder brother over him like this. Head tilting up, he looked to the branches of the tree behind him. Claws still hooked in the other's flesh only burrowed deeper upon the feel of Sesshoumaru's tongue against his neck. Lips parted to let out a murr, but was caught quickly by the hanyou and never released. Where the tongue's sensation had failed, his brother's clothed knee had succeeded, and the hanyou couldn't help but give the tiniest of sounds, even his body becoming less stiffened. "That... Was a mistake." he replied. 'And it won't happen again...'
Pushed so close to his brother's warm frame was more than enough to entice his inner youkai, but convincing the hanyou to just relax and submit was a difficult task. His elder brother seemed to assist, although more forcibly, by sinking his fangs into his neck. Eyes widening, Inuyasha tried to pull back, but the grip around his waist held him in place. Unlike Sesshoumaru's bites from last week, these ones - although mildly painful - aroused the hanyou. Shuddering quickly, his body quaked with every lap against his bleeding skin. Gulping hard, the hanyou resisted any and all desires to moan, and did his best to maintain a stern expression. Even then, it was still clouded in mild pleasure and cravings for more.
He couldn't hide it for long, it showed in his flushed face, his slackened grasp of Sesshoumaru's forearm, and worse still, his member rose to the occasion, steady heat giving away the hanyou's state. "I really will... Kill you this time for this..." his voice trailed away, fearing if he said any more that he wouldn't be able to stop himself from loosing control. Inuyasha was not about to give up then, even if the easier option was to do so.
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Part of Sesshomaru wondered why he was being so persistent this time. There were many opportunities for Inuyasha to attack him, so it wasn't as though rushing through the process would ensure success. Yet he still found that the more forceful he was, the happier the beast became. Or, if not happy, at least content at finally having its mate back after being separate for so long.
The youkai's actions ceased for only a few seconds when the other's claws tore into the flesh of his arm. It certainly stung, but it wasn't enough to make him stop. Why didn't Inuyasha retaliate? Why didn't he try to throw Sesshomaru away? There were no complaints from the elder brother. Only wonder, as he lapped at the trails of blood on the hanyou's throat. His own blood curled around his wrist from the point of the wounds as the claws dug in deeper, causing a soft growl to rise to his lips. It wasn't loud, but it certainly reverberated against the other's skin.
He didn't care, though, about the pain. He didn't care if it should attract another daemon, hundreds even. The beast inside him was rearing its head, sniffing at the churning aromas in the air, the arousal growing on both ends. Inuyasha's body was as willing as ever, the claws slipping from the youkai's arm, the member stiffening against his knee. The deep hue on the other's cheeks was almost addicting as Sesshomaru's lips passed over the warm skin. He might have been unwilling to be so close to his brother the first night, but a great part of him was too absorbed and instistant to care. The beast wanted domination as greatly as he wanted his kingdom.
His hand slipped from the silver locks, the very tips of his claws coated in the other's blood from the small cuts he'd created. He pulled his wounded arm away from Inuyasha's body as he lowered his knee, hands grasping the haori. The other was completely free to attack or run, even as Sesshomaru removed the remainder of his brother's clothes.
"Kill me then," he said, dropping the shirt onto the ground. His frame pressed up against the other's, head dipping down and lips brushing along the tufty ears. "If you can bring yourself to pick up the Tetsaiga, do it. I'm giving you more opportunity than you need." Catching the ear between his teeth, he gave what could have been called a playful tug, if it hadn't been for the fang that tore through the skin, leaving a bloody hole behind.
The youkai suddenly dropped to a knee and peered up at his brother, hands going to the hanyou's waist. The grip was hardly tight enough to keep someone like Shippou from running away. But his intent was only to see if Inuyasha would fight, resist in some way other than words. His body was no longer as stiff as it was before. And his cock was certainly weeping for attention, which was exactly what the youkai gave it. Like before, he did this so the other would submit faster. Right now, he wanted to see if the other would submit at all. The only difference in his actions was that he took it a good deal slower than the first time. Instead of engulfing the entire length, his tongue bathed it, traveling up and down the firm shaft, even lapping at the sac beneath. His hands slipped to cup the hanyou's rear, bringing him forward a couple of steps.
"Strike me down, Inuyasha," he said, eyes never leaving the other's face as his lips wrapped around the tip. He pushed at the tiny hole with his tongue, lips widening and the cock disappearing into his mouth.
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The smell of Sesshoumaru's blood reached his nose, and he took a slow inhale. Too consumed in pleasure, he couldn't feel the stinging caused from his hair being pulled, and he dragged his bloody claws down his arm. As much as he disliked it, he was being lulled into submission, and so easily at that. Even the growl he heard earlier still had him writhing, and a very faint whimper quickly escaped him. Eyelids drooping, the hanyou knew the odds were against him. Because of the season, and Inuyasha's inability to control his own youkai, he couldn't win this. Instead of grasping at his skin, Inuyasha took a hold of his sleeves.
Free to move his head without risk of pulling his hair out, Inuyasha lifted it quickly, the scabbing wound along his neck irritated by his movements. The back of his scalp was a bit damp, the small beads of blood settling into his hair. No longer pushed towards the warmth of his elder brother, the hanyou couldn't help but make a face, as in asking why he moved away. Looking up to meet Sesshoumaru's stare, Inuyasha straightened up his face as much as he could. His body still leaned on the tree for support, frozen in place as he was now fully exposed to his elder brother yet again. This time he didn't turn away or advert his gaze, but remained there in all his trembling glory.
His Tetsaiga was within his grasp - all he had to do was lean over to pick it up. Now he didn't have the new moon holding him back, nor his brother's Whip of Light to keep him pinned. He stood there, hesitantly looking at Sesshoumaru, and then back at his weapon. The soft words spoken into his ear caused it to flick back and forth, even moreso when it was bitten. Inuyasha was too overwhelmed to even utter a cry in pain, as his ears were incredibly sensitive."Hate..." he murmured faintly, almost defeatedly, as his hands took a hold of Sesshoumaru's, squeezing them for a moment. An internal struggle ensued, one wanting to leave them be while the other wanted to break free, the victor throwing the other's hands down and away from his body. "Don't you toy with me..." Inuyasha knew very well that Sesshoumaru intentionally didn't put great force in his grip, and even then he wouldn't permit it.
Although, from there the most he could do was lean forward, Sesshoumaru's lethargic movements all like one big taunt for the hanyou. His body practically begged, pleading for Inuyasha to give in and enjoy himself. If he became pregnant, he wouldn't have to endure this any more. Eyes closing fully, Inuyasha strained on a moan, keeping it as quiet as he possibly could. "I'll strike you when I'm good and ready..." exhaling heavily, Inuyasha's hands found his elder brother's shoulders, holding onto them with a vice grip as his member was carefully engulfed within Sesshoumaru's mouth. "Haah..." he exhaled loudly, the most vocal he had been since they've reunited. Back arching, it took everything he had to not raise his pelvis any more than it was then.
Inuyasha eyes opened slightly, revealing that they were no longer golden orbs. Instead, blue slits were painted along a red background, glazed in arousal. His scent had changed then, too, emitting a more receptive aroma into the air. Inuyasha was steadily loosing, and his youkai was slowly gaining control. It rarely ever shown itself except for certain occasions, but he could blame the season for its increased power.
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Sesshomaru hardly reacted to his hands being pushed away, his mouth still firmly clamped upon the other's member. All he did was twist his hands free and place them on his knees. Inuyasha still didn't fight for freedom. Had Sesshomaru been in the right mind, he would have stopped, at least, to examine the affects his actions-and possibly the season altogether-had on his little brother. As it were, all he did was lean in, feeling the hands grasping his shoulders with greater force than need be, especially when he wasn't being rejected. He didn't care, the beast inside him didn't care, why the hanyou bowed his head in defeat, as long as he did it in the end.
His hands returned to the hanyou's waist as his taste buds sang at the flavor filling his mouth. It was just as if the first time was all he needed to teach him what he needed to know. His tongue knew where to prod and lick, what pressure needed to be applied where and how much. One of his hands also found a place to play, fondling the sac beneath the shaft. He didn't scratch or yank to hard, but caressed and massaged, as if the two had been lovers for years. Inuyasha was his, and both of them knew it.
Sesshomaru's mouth eventually abandoned its task. But that was only because of the radical change in the other's scent. It was familiar, strongly so, and he usually related it to a battle that he did not wish to fight. Yet as his gaze rose and saw the radical shift in color of Inuyasha's eyes, there was no tension in the youkai. He realized, in an instant, that his brother had no impulse to fight. It was simply the daemon blood taking control. A smile graced the elder sibling's lips, small but blatant and not at all reassuring.
Grasping hold of Inuyasha's wrists, he pulled the other away from the tree and onto the forest floor beside him. He said not a word as he pushed the hanyou onto his back, the mokomoko sliding to settle beside him, more a warning than a comfort. Even if he believed the other would not attack, he still kept a wary eye on him as his armor was removed and sash untied, along his kimono to open freely; but he did not remove anything else.
The pouch hung just below his throat. He opened it, withdrawing the vial and unstopping it. The first night, he had to force-feed the hanyou the potion and did the same this time, prying his mouth open and gripping his shoulder, pouring a small, measured amount like before. There was still a good deal of potion left as he returned it to the pouch. How many times would he have to use it?
Once he was done, Sesshomaru spread the other's legs apart and slipped a hand between them, fingers pressing on the entrance. Yet the next moment, he pulled his hand away and sat, instead, beside his brother. Untying the front of his hakama, his length sprang free, not completely erect but certainly close.
"Inuyasha, why don't you do the honors of preparing me for you?"
As he spoke, the Whip appeared, wrapped around the hanyou's neck like a leash. The youkai gave it a light tug, as if to coax his brother forward. He wanted to see how much of Inuyasha's instincts had taken over. Yet even as he waited for the other to act, he couldn't help but lean forward and take hold of the hanyou's wrist, dragging him upright and onto his knees. After a couple of yanks from the Whip, Inuyasha was forced to slide forward until he was nearly level with Sesshomaru's crotch, his member pulsating just mere inches away.