Was this his brother or the youkai who beckoned him forward? Surely Inuyasha, in his right mind, would never submit like this. Yet... after all, Sesshomaru certainly wasn't in his right mind either. Now that he had what he wanted, he was as calm and gentle as he ever was, treating the other with such care it was probably scarier than seeing him in a towering rage. The way he lapped and kissed at the mark suggested pure happiness, or the way his body caressed Inuyasha's. It certainly wasn't like him at all. His hand even ran approvingly through the hanyou's hair, gliding down his shoulder and along his arm, coming to rest upon his hand. He didn't take or squeeze the hand, but the fact that he laid his own on it was an action even the beast was uncertain of.
Part it didn't matter to Sesshomaru. Nothing mattered, not even the reason why he initially sought his brother out. All the instincts wanted, all the beast wanted, was to be as close as possible to the hanyou. He drove his erection back and forth along the entrance, pressing closer and pausing, tip poised, ready to penetrate. His hand left Inuyasha's as it came to brush the hair away from the other's nape. Leaning down, his lips played with the exposed skin, suckling like a newborn, as he pushed himself inside, feeling the muscles around his swollen length. Yet before he began, the youkai suddenly stopped. It had occurred to him how ill-fit this position was. He didn't want to see his mate's backside like this. He wanted to be able to gave down at the hanyou's face, see the flushed cheeks, the glazes eyes of pleasure.
For once, the daemon lord did not force his brother to move with brute strength. All he did was sit up, leaning back on his heels, and said, "Roll over." His voice was soft, almost non-existent with the brutality he was accustomed to using when addressing the hanyou. It was definitely a request and not a command with the tone he used. And once Inuyasha was facing him, Sesshomaru placed himself above the other, angling his lower half so it would press against Inuyasha's. The tip of his cock disappeared inside the waiting orifice, which was already slick and loose from their earlier session, the youkai's seed acting as the lubricant. With a groan, he sheathed himself completely into the hanyou. At the same time, he lowered his upper body so that it was a mere inch or so from Inuyasha's.
This certainly wasn't Sesshomaru at all. As he began to thrust, lifting one of the hanyou's legs to hook around his waist for deeper access, he leaned forward so that his face was right beside the other's, head dipped down. His mouth covered the wound once more and the taste of the blood drove him into a small frenzy, so that his motions, which had been deep and slow, almost sensual, took on a more invigorated pace, the dust rising around them once more. The faster he moved, the harder he pressed himself against his brother, the moans slipping from him as if it was all natural. His mouth wandered along the hanyou's neck and shoulders, tasting every bit that he could find. At one point, he reached up and took hold of one of the tufty ears, the pressure of his teeth gentle and soothing, the way he nibbled or licked at what he had wounded earlier.
There came a point, however, when the youkai grew too short of breath and released the ear with a gasp. The pleasure was spreading throughout his body, toes tingling and fur on end. What was wrong with him? Inuyasha's body was the source of great euphoria. What a fool he was to treat it so carelessly, when the silkiness of the other's skin felt so great against his, to feel and hear the other squirm for more... for him.
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Back arching, the hanyou brought both hands to rest parallel to his face. Sesshoumaru had calmed down greatly, eerily so. There were no qualms of anger within his being anymore, and Inuyasha found himself subject to the youkai's lavish kisses and licks, as if he were a pleased puppy. Of course it was odd, but he dare not move again unless he'll stir him up again. He might as well relax and enjoy the moment for all it was worth - a once in a lifetime chance to experience a more loving side of his elder brother. Needless to say, Inuyasha gradually adjusted to the radical change, even accepting the hand placed upon his own. His inner youkai caused him to murr loudly, as it gleefully accepted this loving attention.
Sesshoumaru's member finally aligned to his opening, and Inuyasha knew what would happen next. All taut muscles relaxed, his breathing paused, awaiting that initial penetration, aching for it. He emitted another whimper, resisting the urge to shiver even when Sesshoumaru drew his skin into his mouth. In one slow exhale, Sesshoumaru pushed into him, while his muscles gratefully tightened upon him. Inuyasha waited impatiently for the next move, and nudged into him when there was none. Something must've been wrong, otherwise Sesshoumaru wouldn't have paused. Raising his head a little, he moved partially with the other when he leaned back to rest on his heels. The softness in his voice was quickly acknowledged, more inviting than any other time Sesshoumaru had spoken to him.
Granting the other's request, he shifted around so he could rest on his back. His hair fanned around him, like small silver wings as he did so. Even before Sesshoumaru touched him, his back had arched almost in a submissive gesture. He was exposed to his mate, the only thing shielding him now was his haori that was bunched up, pulled down, and slightly unfastened, one side of his collar sliding down on a shoulder. He gazed up at the other, parting his legs far enough for him to settle between them. Inuyasha took another great inhale, releasing it as a soft moan the instant his inner muscles embraced his elder brother's length. He watched Sesshoumaru lean in and nestle by his neck, another murr arising in the back of his throat.
Inuyasha had given up on his own rationality, and shamelessly began crying out for Sesshoumaru. There was no longer pain, but mounds of pleasure building up within him. Mouth opened wide for loud huffs of air, Inuyasha brought his other leg up on his own accord, loosely looping the two at the ankles so they wouldn't interfere. The hanyou soon realized that the faster they went, the more he wanted. He mewled towards Sesshoumaru, his arousal rubbing vigorously against the other's lower stomach with each swift movement. He dare not reach down to tend to himself, and resorted to subtle hip rocking. His ear flicked with the gentle care of Sesshoumaru's fangs, the other still tucked down.
On an impulse, Inuyasha's hands gained mobility, one resting on the small of Sesshoumaru's back, the other gliding underneath the hair to caress the back of his neck. He turned his head, flushed a deep shade of red, almost embarrassed of his simple gesture. The slick, heated friction upon his arousal made him writhe even more. "Sesshou..." he whimpered within pants, unable to finish saying his brother's name.
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The beast was in a near haze, unable to make heads or tails of the situation. If one was honest, the hanyou would not be his first choice in coupling. There had been many others, females, who were more active and willing and a great deal more talented than the hanyou, who simply laid down and took it. But there was one matter about Inuyasha that drove the beast wild with lust that no other partner had done, and that was the fact that he had to work at dominating Inuyasha, work at having the other bend over and take it like a good bitch. No female ever created such an obstacle for the beast and thus were just another face in the crowd. Inuyasha, though, was a conquered mate and there would always be the evidence of how he submitted to Sesshomaru, albeit mostly unwilling.
His drop of a cream in a puddle of poison, the perfect prize. There was just something about hearing Inuyasha's voice in the throws of ecstasy, feeling how desperately the other clung to him, arching his back in submissive gestures. O how badly Sesshomaru wanted to devour his sibling, hold him close and never release him. His racing thoughts contributed to his lack of breath, how he excited himself, his length swelling inside the hanyou. He slid back and forth with a strength few possessed, a good deal wilder than he'd ever been before, even when shouting for Inuyasha to scream his name. He barely noticed the way his brother bucked against his stomach, but he certainly felt the length rubbing against his flesh.
As Inuyasha's arms came to wrap around him, the youkai drew the other closer, slipping one hand beneath the other's head, cradling it. Their bodies were so close together, the hanyou's length trapped between their stomachs. His skin shivered, breath catching in a gasp, as fingers played along the back of his neck. A heavy groan escaped him, the sensation traveling down his spine and back up again, the undeniable pressure of an orgasm hitting its peak. He bore down on Inuyasha like no other, removing his hand from the hanyou's head so that he might prop himself up slightly. His cock was thrown over and over into his brother, the thrusts so hard and fast that Inuyasha's entire frame was jolted by each thrust; the hanyou would definitely be sore by tomorrow.
His hand came to his sibling's length and immediately began driving up and down it, the sound of skin-on-skin filling the air to mix with the other noises. The hand went as fast as his cock, but gentler, having no wish to hurt the hanyou. His face was flushed as he peered down at Inuyasha, utterly unabashed at what he was doing. His voice grew louder as the climax finally exploded from him, his seed shooting deep inside the other, filling the orifice so much the youkai didn't doubt if it was too flooded to contain every drop. He never stopped his motions, body trembling and panting as though caught between pain and pleasure. Then suddenly, Sesshomaru dipped down, the beast acting purely on impulse and pressed his lips to his brother's.
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The quickened rhythm was almost too much for the hanyou, pushing him deeper and deeper into a pit of fiery passion. It was unexplainable, how intense everything was for him - bodies arched together until not even an ant could crawl between them, the intoxicating scent of his elder brother before him mingled with his own... "Haah.." he whined, fangs clamping down on his lip. Hair matted to his face from sweat, the hanyou slowly closed his eyes to block the silver strands from reaching them. Before he had looped his arms around Sesshoumaru, they had a difficult time of keeping still - his hands clasping and unclasping at his sides, digging up the earth or pulling out blades of grass as if he were anxious. Placing them on his mate's exposed flesh calmed them greatly, and they even began exploring what was available, gliding along the skin and the outline of his spine, even twirling up a few strands of hair if he could ever give that simple process thought, albeit his mind focused on other things.
Inuyasha noticed something warm slip underneath his head, and he opened his eyes to a vision blurred in ecstasy. Even so, he still managed a mewl of approval, turning his head to lightly brush his cheek against the arm beside him. His legs had lost what loose latch they had around the other's waist, resorting to propping themselves up within the grooves of Sesshoumaru's waist. His member, imprisoned within the slick skin, pulsated rapidly, already reaching its peak. His claws dug lightly into Sesshoumaru's back, enough to feel it, but not enough to cause any injury. To hear Sesshoumaru let out groans and gasps of enjoyment put the hanyou to ease, as now he wasn't the only vocal one. His moans were more relaxed, wavering with each powerful thrust. The comforting hand was removed from the back of his head, and Inuyasha would've made an indication that he noticed it if the other didn't pick up his speed.
Hands drew tighter around the elder brother acting as a brace so he could absorb the electrifying pain that accompanied the pleasure. It was intense, more intense than anything that he had ever experienced. How pain and pleasure could be combined so perfectly was beyond him, and how it was only brought to him by his elder brother - a youkai he was supposed to have such deep-rooted hate for - only raised more confusion. "Nnngh...!" His arousal was finally given intentional attention, and was greatly appreciated. His back bent into a perfect arch, his head raised to the skies as he gave an even louder moan. His eyes were fixed on Sesshoumaru, giving his energy as a price for such passionate intercourse. To him, it was a fair exchange, in the end his seed from him almost a second before his brother's, mostly landing upon his chest and upper stomach.
The hanyou received even more than what he asked for, and it put the icing on the cake. A kiss planted upon his lips - although sudden - sent a warm feeling that not even mating could do. It surprised him, but he didn't object. Instead, he purred in content, sliding his hands so they could clasp together along the other's shoulder blades. Ears swiveled forward, Inuyasha lifted his head to return the kiss now, before Sesshoumaru regained consciousness and stopped. Gradually, he released his grasp on the other, letting his hands fall to his sides. His senses were hazy, and now the repercussions were settling in. Sleep cradled him in its arms, and soon enough he couldn't even lift his head. "Sesshoumaru..." he whispered silently, squirming a bit when some of the other's seed leaked past the member. "I..." Inuyasha's words were hushed once sleep overcame him. Eyes closed again for the night, and Inuyasha found himself dozing off before he could even finish his sentence.
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Sesshomaru felt as if he was the only being awake right then, floating in an area caught between pleasure and realization. The beast was slipping away, utterly sated and at ease, having no wish to continue now that his mate was sleeping. The rational mind of the youkai was slow on the uptake right then, not being able to comprehend all that had happened. He knew it began with his inspecting Inuyasha's body. But how it ended like this was beyond him. How could the other have such an affect on him? How could a half-breed reduce the most powerful youkai lord to such unthinkable acts of feral pleasure?
It should have angered him beyond anything and everything else. He should have jolted the hanyou awake and demand an explanation. Surely... this had to be Inuyasha's fault somehow. This was beyond mere instincts. It had to be. Sesshomaru couldn't understand why he would do such a thing. Yet as he lay there, breathless and tingling in the aftermath, the only emotion he felt, besides uncertainty, was a blissful calm. That storm in him was gone, driven away, when his brother's arms wrapped around him. He was relieved that the hanyou was asleep, for then he wouldn't be able to see the mingled expression on his face, a pass between exhaustion and shock.
Pushing himself up, he slid out of his brother, feeling the familiar shivers. He needed to wash his body off once more, pull on his kimono and hakama and be gone from this place. Even so, Sesshomaru had little will to move at all. In the end, he settled down on the grass beside the hanyou, his mokomoko curling around them, keeping the warmth of their bodies in a sort of semi-circle. His mind was rebelling against these actions. But the exhaustion plucked at every inch of him and it was all he could do to simply roll over so that his back mind face Inuyasha. This had to be wrong. But the peace that settled upon them kept him in place and soon, he too, was asleep.
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The morning came too early for Sesshomaru's liking. It did, however, give him the advantage of waking before his brother. But it was like dragging himself out of water, weakened after a long battle. The sun hurt his eyes so much that he had to squint at first before he could adjust. When he did manage to see properly, the youkai realized that some time during the night his body had shifted so that his face was level with Inuyasha's shoulder. Pushing himself up on his elbow, his gave immediately fell to the healing mark near the hanyou's neck. His stomach twisted with the thought of sinking his fangs into the other's skin and his hands clenched into proper fists, like they should have the moment he came back to his senses.
Sitting up, he dragged the tail onto his shoulder and rose, glaring down at the hanyou. He wanted to hate Inuyasha. The bastard was a shame to the family line after all. But the confusion and uncertainty welled up inside him, reaching a point where he could no longer remain still. Trudging through the clearing, he crouched by the pond and dipped his cupped hands into the water, splashing his face with unnecessary roughness. A moment later, Sesshomaru slid into the ponder, finding a seat on a low rock. The cold temperature managed to erase most of his frustration as he sunk before the surface, remaining there for nearly a minute before emerging.
He'd marked his brother. There was no going back on that. But why? Why of all daemons did his instincts push him towards this one? It would drive him mad if he didn't figure it out. Was there something wrong with him? Was it because Inuyasha was his brother rather than a distant relative? Sesshomaru shook his head before tilted it back to gaze at the dull sky. There was dark clouds in the distance; it looked like rain.
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It was the best sleep the hanyou had for a long time. Indeed, he had unknowingly dozed off, and he hadn't noticed until he woke up. As he slept, he had a dream. A slender girl stood before him, but all he could see was a blur of green, white and black. Squinting, Inuyasha leaned forward, trying to get a better look. The wind picked up, carrying her hair over her, as Sakura blossoms were picked up in the breeze. Who is she? He couldn't figure it out. The girl turned around slowly, her eyes were closed and her hands clasped over her chest. It wasn't until those auburn eyes were opened and revealed her identity - Kagome. All he could do was emit a gasp, but she didn't seem burdened like he was. "Will you be alright without me?" she asked again, before the wind picked up again. The light shone brightly to the point where he had to close his eyes.
Squirming around, Inuyasha began to awaken, thanks to the rising sun. Luckily for him, it was dulled by the rain-filled clouds before it. Squinting, Inuyasha made no immediate move to get up, and just laid there for the moment. But once he went to move he began to appreciate that one peaceful night of sleep. It must've been about an hour or so after Sesshoumaru awoke when he began to stir. Groggy and stiff, he let out a loud yawn before sitting up. It was then when the soreness kicked in. "Gah! Damn!" Jerking his arm, he grasped his lower back - not exactly where the pain hit him, but it was the closest he could get to it. Clenching his teeth, he lifted to squat on his feet, unable to sit for long. His memory of last night was foggy, but it wasn't difficult to figure out what happened.
Inuyasha stood up, grabbing the rest of his clothing and heading for the pond again. His movements were stiff and forced, sore pain aching him, but it wasn't anything he couldn't just walk out, so he just sucked it up and got it over it. For the time being, he forgot all about Sesshoumaru's existence, his mind focused on just getting washed up and putting his clothes on. The overcast brought a temperature decrease. Sitting on his haunches in front of the water, Inuyasha removed his haori and dropped it beside him and dove head-first into the water. Submerged, he lowered himself to the bottom and swam around for a bit, giving his body a chance to stretch out within the cool waters. Some of his hair rose to the surface, a small symbol that indicated where he was as he swam.
Rising to his feet, he gave one final stretch, but was struck by a sudden tearing pain on the base of his neck. Covering it with a hand, he raised it up to find a few drops of blood. Much to his dismay, he began to remember something that shocked him last night - his brother had marked him. His hands closed into a taut fist as he waded out of the water to his brother, eyebrows turned to a frown and lips curved, ready to snarl. "Sesshoumaru!" he yelled, putting feet on dry land. He pointed to the slightly bloodied mark on him. "Who the hell gave you permission to do this?" Inuyasha was furious. Now that he didn't have arousal to distract him, nothing held back his anger. He didn't want this to happen, to mate with someone he hated, to be forced into submission, and now this... Now he bore a constant visual reminder of it all.
"You need to take more control of your damn senses!" He swung his fist at his side, his rage channeling into it. Of course, he was infuriated with himself just the same for allowing such a thing to happen, but he was startled by the unhindered feral ferocity his elder brother displayed prior to the marking. And then the intense intercourse that followed... No. Shaking his head quickly, the hanyou bared his fangs. He wasn't going to let that distract him. He was mad at Sesshoumaru, and that was the way he was supposed to feel... Right? That's how the way things were, and that's how they were supposed to be. But what stopped him from hitting him already? He cursed himself mentally, and - on an impulse - launched his fist into the chest of his elder brother as hard as he could.
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Sesshomaru had remained in the water longer than was necessary. Nearly an hour passed before he had the mind to drag himself out of the pond, the temperature having dropped several degrees as the rain clouds thickened and drifted closer. The daemon lord shivered slightly. The mixture of weather and a wet body and hair did not mix well. At least the cold was all he had to worry about. Humans suffered from illness or even death over silly matters as cold.
Instead of sitting down or dressing, the youkai walked around, trying dry and warm himself simultaneously. His hair and tail were slower than his skin and his fingers twitched in annoyance whenever he had to brush the locks from his chilled flesh. If only he could leave his sleeping brother and retrieve some wood for a fire. But to him, Inuyasha was still terribly vulnerable in his state. Yet, eventually, he wandered back to the hanyou, glancing at him before picking up his hakama and pulling it on. He was on the verge of dressing completely when his brother finally awoke.
The beast inside Sesshomaru was slumbering for now, but the smile that crept along the youkai's lips at the sight of a certain pain Inuyasha was in couldn't be his. The amusement he felt couldn't be his. He should be resentful, spiteful, and filled with an undeniable hatred for the half-breed. But as he crouched on the ground, kimono in hand, the emotions were too far away for him to grasp. All he felt when he watched Inuyasha was... serenity, calm and at ease.
Pulling himself together, he growled softly and sat down just as the hanyou dove into the water. He only remained there for a few minutes, wondering what he should discuss with his brother and if he should discuss anything at all. There was the problem with the mark, but he was also hopeful that the hanyou had conceived at least. He was dragged from his thoughts by an abrupt shout from the pond. It appeared that Inuyasha had finally remembered last night, otherwise he would have said something sooner.
Sesshomaru rose to his feet, expression impassive despite the frustration he felt. The beast did not like rejection. Of course, that wild part of the youkai was dormant for now. It was actually himself that did not bode well with rejection, but he wasn't about to admit that, not even to himself. A growl nearly escaped the daemon at his brother's last words, but he quickly turned it into a scowl.
"Control over my senses. You're the one who has bent over for me three times," he scoffed. "And I'm sure you'll do it again."
But that was never going to happen, he reminded himself. He, Sesshomaru, would not allow it if Inuyasha was finally pregnant. The vial still hung on his neck, but he wanted to throw it aside more than ever. He was about to turn away when he saw the hanyou draw back his fist.
He could have stopped the attack. He could have dodged it, even at this close range. He was going to, insisting on it. But his body wouldn't move. He didn't even raise a finger. The full impact of the fist was a bit more than he expected. Yet he wasn't shocked when it sent him tumbling backwards onto the ground, where he skidded a couple of feet before coming to a stop. The blow had winded him, causing several coughs to rise to his lips as the air tried to return to his lungs, as he pushed himself onto his hands.
"Throttling me will not remove the mark, Inuyasha," he said, peering up at the hanyou. "Strike me down as many times as you wish, it will do neither of us any good."
Something was definitely off with the elder brother. True he was as cold and indifferent as ever, but the fact that he had allowed Inuyasha to hit him was more than a giveaway that something was wrong. At least one would expect him to retaliate, strike Inuyasha back with more strength and force. Yet he didn't even pick himself off the ground and gazed, instead, steadily at his sibling.
