Inuyasha didn't think he could frown any more than he did then. There was just so much anger built up within him that he just couldn't stand it. "You act like I did those things willingly!" his voice became loud enough to echo throughout the area. It was true, each time there was someone making the hanyou submit, be it his brother or his own youkai. And now here he was, an irate hanyou, confused and embarrassed. "This is all your fault! You didn't have to go and mark me!" Inuyasha's anger was like a volcano threatening to erupt, its smoke clouding his rational thought. He was so mad, he just could...
Blinking, the hanyou found his elder brother down on the ground, coughing and gasping for air. What just happened to him? Looking down, he saw his fist was still raised, and gradually lowered it. He struck Sesshoumaru. He should've felt accomplished and his anger slightly alleviated, but something just didn't seem right to him. Although he'd never say it aloud, Sesshoumaru was a good deal stronger and faster than he was, and could've done a various amount of things to avoid the punch or counter it. But he didn't, and only fell to the ground from its impact. He wanted to ask what was wrong with him, but the hanyou quickly reasoned that he shouldn't care about the other's well-being. Confusion took over his expression as he took a step forward, his chest rising with a sigh.
Sesshoumaru spoke the truth - taking this chance and pummeling his elder brother wouldn't remove the mark. But it would certainly make him feel better about the situation. "Shut up." He rebutted, kicking Sesshoumaru's leg. It wasn't made to hurt, but not exactly to tickle either. Spinning on his heel, he went for his clothing; his adrenaline rush warmed him, but it was slowly dying down and he was getting cold again. "This is all your fault!" he repeated, grabbing his haori and inspecting it for any previously unseen damage. "If you didn't wait until the last damn minute to go and find a mate within our lineage, I wouldn't have to put up with you!" His fist tightened around the fabric before forcing it over his frame. "If you're so proud of that dog demon blood you would've saw this coming!" Now the hanyou was just ranting, relieving some of his unbridled rage.
Adjusting the collar to his haori, he tried to cover the mark up as much as he could, doing a pretty good job thanks to its location, although a slight redness in the skin around it revealed it above the fabric. After a moment, he stopped talking, a lot calmer now that he got a few things off his chest. Fully dressed, he had his back towards Sesshoumaru. He had felt a drop of water land in his scalp - rain would start soon, perhaps a few minutes. "I am not your bitch." he hissed in a voice more threateningly than before. Adjusting his clothes, he pushed his hair onto his back and turned around, staring eye to eye with Sesshoumaru. "And don't make me have to prove it."
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There was so much that Sesshomaru wanted to say, to do. Yet he didn't move or speak. His expression didn't betray anything he thought or felt. It was easy to say that he was lost in some way, unable to comprehend the actions of his own body and blood. Whatever was inside him, whatever controlled him last night, was it truly part of him? Was it more than mere instincts? He could have marked any daemon before, but he was driven towards Inuyasha instead. Why? The answer eluded him the more he thought about it and nothing could have been more frustrating. He barely reacted when Inuyasha kicked his leg.
The youkai remained on the ground, dragging himself from his thoughts when the hanyou's voice pierced the air. Perhaps Inuyasha's words should have angered him. He did bristle and scowl, but emotion wouldn't remain. He could easily have brought Inuyasha down again, beat him to a bloody pulp. Yet he did nothing. He didn't even rise to his feet. It wasn't like him at all. Sesshomaru never allowed anyone to berate him. But why should he bother to explain himself? It was not his fault the line had died out. Other youkais were responsible for their own lives. And his priorities did not rest with a mate right then. He needed a kingdom before he could choose a mate.
But the last words. He couldn't ignore them. There was a pleasure in taunting his brother, even in the state of mind he was in now. With Inuyasha fully dressed, glaring at him, and Sesshomaru dragging himself up to his feet finally, it appeared as if the two were about to battle. But the youkai didn't move beyond standing. He only spoke. "You already have," he said. "You are my bitch and you have proven it. I might have forced you, little brother, but you are the one who moaned for me. You cried out my name last night as you came. You're the one who whimpered as a human the first night, met my every motion with your own, and whined when I did not give you what you wanted."
It did not matter if Inuyasha had been forced or not, if his youkai took over or the sun disappeared on the night of a new moon. Sesshomaru had a certain control over his brother and both knew it.
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Sesshoumaru's truthful words were all one big taunt for Inuyasha, just reminding him of his actions. Why did he do it, why did he enjoy himself so much while underneath Sesshoumaru? It was always unwanted initially, but as things progressed, he just couldn't help himself... It was as if that's the way it was supposed to happen, he was supposed to relish those deep rhythms of pleasure that ran its course through him each time they mated. It always changed his train of thought - even made him a new person, or at least, his actions were unlike him. But it only lasted for so long, and his conscious took over. As far as the hanyou saw it, it was just a sign of weakness, a lack of willpower. It was Sesshoumaru, his elder youkai brother that he held contempt and hatred for! Why did he just lay down and accept it like some weak puppy?
Questions coursed through his mind, only fueling him to strike again. Just then, a thought crossed his mind, making him smirk. "But I wasn't the only one who seemingly enjoyed it." His hands were raised in an offensive gesture. "I do recall a certain brother of mine who let out his own fair share of moans. Sounds like that didn't seem to be in pain or distaste." Yes, the hanyou could recall those moments where his brother had let go of himself and showed an emotion beyond indifference. Although bringing the memories up sickened him, it did arise more questions to his already confused mind. Those questions piqued his curiosity, more or less about Sesshoumaru. "Sesshoumaru, if I'm not mistaken, you probably enjoyed all of it more than I did." There, the usual arrogance was finally restored into his voice, after loosing it on the first night they courted, it made its obvious return.
He ran towards Sesshoumaru, which gave the other plenty of time to move away or attack back. He wouldn't use his Tetsaiga, even so it was still left near the tree he was pinned to yesterday. But this wasn't a fight where he wanted to use his enchanted sword. This was a fight to prove his dominance, to prove that he was not Sesshoumaru's bitch, and he had the strength to back up his words. He wasn't about to use Tetsaiga to win that battle for him. Claws extended, his struck with abnormal speed, catching his elder brother's left arm. He raised his other hand and struck with it as well, slashing his right cheek. There was a new emotion forming within the hanyou - that rage and arrogance mingled with a new, more feral feeling he received from attacking. It caused him to give off a deep and guttural growl, one more fearsome that any of his others. He paused in his assault then, remembering that Sesshoumaru didn't attack earlier, which was a surprise all on its own. "Oh, one more thing," Inuyasha spat before lunging towards him, using enough force to knock him off his feet.
Lifting his lips to bear his fangs, the hanyou unleashed a loud growl. Hands clamped down on his brother's forearms, pinning them to the ground as his body weight kept him down. If Sesshoumaru decided he wouldn't strike, Inuyasha would just use this to his advantage, as Sesshoumaru had done to him. "What about that kiss?" he paused, giving Sesshoumaru a moment to remember when that one moment that he leaned in to press his lips upon his younger brother's. During that time, he stared Sesshoumaru down, readying one hand to slash the other once more. "For someone whose just trying to restore the family name, you took some unneeded steps, huh?" It was then that Inuyasha grinned, glad for this upper-hand upon his elder brother. But still, this revenge didn't bring him the satisfaction he had hoped it would. It was as if something was missing, something to make this moment complete...
His hand was prepared to attack yet again, until something caught his senses. It was sweet, crimson, and alluring. Looking down, he caught sight of it - Sesshoumaru's blood. Rarely did he ever experience the smell of this, and catching it at a time like this was new for him. Nostrils flaring, the intrigued hanyou leaned forward, grabbing the other's chin with his elevated hand and jerking it to the side to get a better smell of this new liquid. Without even thinking, Inuyasha's pink tongue slid from his lips and dragged across the wound, bringing the blood to his mouth that made him murr at its taste. He wanted to taste more of this sweet liquid, pushing the youkai prince's head up to expose the neck, where he dragged a claw down its side. It was pushed hard enough on the skin just to break it, only for those crimson beads to form. Pleased, the hanyou dipped his head underneath Sesshoumaru's chin to lick slowly at the blood, savoring it in content.
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Inuyasha was not the brightest when it came to Sesshomaru's desires. Of course the youkai had enjoyed it. Why shouldn't he? Dominating that arrogant, little half-breed, bending him to his will, what lord wouldn't find pleasure in that? The feel of taut skin trying to resist him, the voice demanding to be released but only to moan the next moment. As the hanyou attempted to taunt Sesshomaru, this was what he thought and more so. He couldn't help it as his eyes raked down his brother's figure, recalling how the body squirmed in his lap and came in his hand the first night.
What the beast awake? No... his thoughts were his own. He could control them, stop their paths in his mind. With the beast, he had no such power with his desires. And yet here he was, remembering every wonderful detail possible. He remembered how tight Inuyasha was, how he brought his body back to meet his brother's thrusts, and how he took his length in hand and stroked himself to a finish.
It was because of this, because of the path his mind decided to take right then, that he did nothing to prevent his brother from attacking him. He would not take the other to couple with again. Even if his body yearned for it, he'd find a female youkai to sate his lust instead. He felt Inuyasha's hand grip his arm, felt the other strike his face, the claws tearing through his skin. How often did Inuyasha make him bleed? There were several times when the other had won the outcome of a fight. But Sesshomaru never remained, never allowed anyone to see him in any sort of weakened state. Yet he now he was allowing even more. He was permitting his brother to attack him.
As that feral growl rose in the other, making his hair stand on end, a wild gleam came to the youkai lord's eyes. It wasn't one of fear or lust. It was almost like excitement and confusion, wonder mixed all into one. Why did he want his brother? What was it about Inuyasha that made him act as he had last night? Even now, as his frame tensed and the hanyou knocked him to the ground, pinning his arms to his side, his behavior was still strange; different, but strange. He could break the grip whenever he wished. It would be somewhat difficult, but he would be able to manage without a doubt.
The mention of the kiss brought him back to reality. Yes... he had kissed his brother. That's what confused him nearly as much as to why he marked the other as well. He could not feel ashamed of it. Not anymore. But the mention of saving the lineage, the first prickle of annoyance trailed through him. He didn't know the reason as to why he reacted finally to the other's taunts. Perhaps it was because Inuyasha was pointing out his faults in the way he was conducting himself. It couldn't be helped. He scowled at the hanyou and stiffed when the other suddenly leaned down, running his tongue along the cut on his cheek.
What was his brother doing? He stiffened as Inuyasha pushed his head back and pierced the skin of his neck with a shallow cut. A growl formed on his lips, soft but audible, feeling an odd assortment of tingles along his body when the process of the tongue was repeated. With a sudden burst of strength, Sesshomaru wrenched one of his arms free, cuffing the other with a hard blow to the head, enough to knock him away. Sitting up, the youkai quickly pulled himself to his feet and walked away, as if this game didn't amuse him any longer.
"Enough," he said, his back to his sibling as he walked towards his clothes with every intention of putting them on and leaving.
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The blow to the head was swift and unforgiving, forcing him off of Sesshoumaru and onto the ground. He landed on his side, skidding along the grass before slumping onto his back. It stung for the most part, making him press his palm against the throbbing injury as he sat up. A sidetrack in his plan that could've been avoided, since he wasn't expecting Sesshoumaru to fight back after his earlier display of nonviolence. It was bound to happen though, and Inuyasha would just have to be more aware next time. Standing up to his feet, he licked his lips, the caked blood caught by his tongue. That simple bash to the head only egged the hanyou on, knowing he was finally pushing some buttons for Sesshoumaru to retaliate.
Whatever it was in Sesshoumaru's blood triggered something within the hanyou. Something that caused his own feral nature to awake, to give him the desire to hunt and capture. Tilting his head, he watched the other carefully, walking in a swift semi-circle around him. It was an inspection of sorts, as he never allowed himself to stare at the youkai prince's features, and he picked the best time - the body was not covered by clothing, at least not yet. He could see each ripple of his muscles as he moved to retrieve those burdening clothes. HI lips tightened along his fangs, which itched to dig into that pale skin. He growled again, knowing that if he tried to pin him down, Sesshoumaru would just overpower him and knock him aside yet again. He had to find a way to keep his brother down.
Not watching where he walked, the hanyou felt his foot brush against something. Looking down, he raised an eyebrow. It was the strap to his Tetsaiga, nestled down along the grass. Picking it up, Inuyasha dangled it before him as an idea formed in his mind. Taking another glance at Sesshoumaru, he unsheathed the sword, dropping the sheath back to the ground as he clasped his other hand along the hilt. Yes... This had the potential of being a good idea, if he executed it correctly. His steps became light, careful not to make any sound as he crept up upon Sesshoumaru, aiming the tip of the Tetsaiga to the top part of his back. Once he believed he was close enough, he broke into a quick gait, pushing the sword straight through the flesh and exiting out of his chest. The sweet, intoxicating blood spurted through as Inuyasha immediately changed directions and shoved the blade down into the ground, rooting it deep within the ground with Sesshoumaru impaled upon it. The hanyou didn't stop until his youkai brother was nestled firmly between the hilt and the grass. Of course, if he would do this to any human, it would be a slow and agonizing death, but this was Sesshoumaru, a simple sword through the chest would only be enough to hold him down.
Inuyasha rested his lips above Sesshoumaru's ear, hands still planted upon the Tetsaiga. "And where do you think you're going?" He asked, twisting the sword slightly before releasing it. If there was one thing he loved about his father's sword, it was that no full-fledged demon could keep a hold of it because of its barrier. Nostrils flaring again, Inuyasha looked down at the trailing blood along the other's back. He took a hold of his brother's sides and leaned in to the bleeding wound, lapping up the blood gingerly as if he were saving it, making it last. Emitting a pleased growl, Inuyasha's tongue began traveling along Sesshoumaru's upper back, while his fangs grazed upon the surface of his skin. "Couldn't it have been the other way around..." he murmured before pushing away that silver hair identical to his own from the back of his neck so he could glide his fangs upon it as well. "...And you were the one getting pregnant?" Inuyasha had no idea where the little vial was that was forced down his throat each time, nor did he want to look for it. Instead, all that occupied his mind was the sleek skin now sporting claw and fang marks. Paying close attention to detail, the hanyou supplied each wound with a thin coat of saliva, applied in a deliberately slow fashion.
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The youkai was aware of what his brother was doing, circling him, probably searching for a weak point. The hanyou knew better than to bother with such a thing. Sesshomaru was not imperfect like other daemons. Not even Naraku could consume him as he did others, to create the perfect body for himself. And there were no youkais, other than Inuyasha, who had ever truly been able to wound him. Despite that, he kept his back to the hanyou, having no desire to remain here. He had left Rin and Jakken alone long enough. It was time to return.
He paused in front of the pile of his clothes, brows knitted together as he thought. He realized that it wasn't only Inuyasha he was trying to get away from. There were also those unnatural desires in him, the ones that longed for his brother of all people. No mating season had ever brought such revelations to him, ones that he hated to acknowledge but had no choice. He had to accept all facts of life, despite his personal feelings for them. His father had mated with a human, who gave birth to a bastard child. And it was that bastard child that drove his instincts into frenzy, the one daemon he had marked and did not mean to at all.
Inuyasha was behind him. The youkai gritted his teeth in subtle annoyance. Yet he would be out of here soon and would not have to deal with the hanyou until he gave birth-if he was pregnant, that is. Nonetheless, the youkai began to turn, wanting to face and pummel his brother into the ground. But that wasn't what happened. He barely managed to take one step when a sharp pain pierced his back, exploding through his chest. He registered that what had impaled him with the blade of Tetsaiga. A snarl formed on his face, but not before Inuyasha manipulate the sword, sending it and his elder brother to the ground. Sesshomaru knew what he was doing a second before he did it. Yet it was a second too late. With the blood leaking like waterfall from the wound, the youkai lord scraped his claws along the ground, tearing up dirt and grass in his anger.
It was foolish to think that because of the circumstance, the hanyou wouldn't do anything rash. Or, in this case, it seemed more clever than rash. Inuyasha had successfully pinned his brother in such a way that the other couldn't even transform, besides move. Whatever he did, the blade hindered him. He wouldn't be able to rise quickly either; Inuyasha would have enough time to repeat the process. The blade burned against his flesh, though not quite that literally. Still, it was an understatement to say that it stung. Despite the predicament, Sesshomaru shifted and growled, trying to loosen the trap, as the hanyou's tongue lapped at the blood coating the youkai's skin. Shivers raced along his body, his eyes glowing a bright red from his temper. He was beyond words. He only wanted to act!
He didn't listen to the other's words, his claws scraping away so much earth that there were two, well-sized holes in front of him already. His body twisted about despite that pain, which caused his breath to quicken and more blood to flow. Inuyasha's actions humiliated him beyond anything he'd ever endured. Just as he had done to his brother, the hanyou was no doing the same to him, but he took more pleasure in it than either of them hand. The cuts he received were nothing like the daggers into his wounded pride. With each swipe of claw and tongue, Sesshomaru was becoming more difficult to control. But with the Tetsaiga draining his energy and hindering his aura and the blood escaping the wound, he was slowly beginning to weaken.
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It was amazing how one person could effect the mind and thought of another. How assumptions could be easily proved wrong in just a simple turn of events, so much so that it was almost scary. Inuyasha never leaned up from the soft, pale skin below, no matter how much it struggled and squirmed for freedom. Admittedly, it was a very good idea that made the situation easier for himself. His fangs were leaving pinkish welts along the back of Sesshoumaru's neck that were immediately lapped up afterwards. His eyes dulled, yet gleamed with saturation that the increasing hormones brought. Body heat increasing, the hanyou grasped his brother's hair firmly in his hand and tugged upon it, forcing him to move his head just enough for Inuyasha to clamp his fangs down into the jawline. Just the simple act of biting lulled a pleased murr from him, fresh blood flowing into his mouth as he eagerly lapped it up. So this was what it's like, to be the one in control, to hold all the cards while the opponent had nothing. For the hanyou, this new power over his brother was... Invigorating.
His body at the time was raised above Sesshoumaru, making sure that the two didn't touch. He just wanted to get his fill by humiliating his brother, and he'd take his leave. But the longer he lingered, the more thoughts formed in his hormone-driven mind. What if he were to take Sesshoumaru, then and there? What better revenge would that be for the hanyou than pushing his elder into such a submissive position? With another tug, he released the strands of hair and grabbed the hilt of the Tetsaiga. He wasn't going to pull it away - that was a death wish waiting to happen. Instead, he twisted it again, this time with more force, to ensure that it was safely secured into the ground. It all he could not to lean in and lap at that delicious blood now caking along the other's upper back. Inuyasha lowered his head close to Sesshoumaru's skin, only letting small exhaling breaths fall on him, along with the occasional scratch or two around his spine. Sesshoumaru did not give a second thought when he bit and clawed at the hanyou's skin, so the hanyou wasted no time reciprocating his actions.
The only thing that stopped him in his tracks was the fabricated hemline of the other's pants. Emitting an annoyed growl, Inuyasha roughly grasped the pants and ripped them away with no remorse, only desiring to remain close to this body and not wanting anything to get in the way. But his lips never passed that hemline, his claws the only venturers beyond that point. They grasped and tugged on Sesshoumaru's backside, pulling him up to give Inuyasha easier access. Although it was no easy task for him - Sesshoumaru was still stronger and put up more of a fight. But those struggles only seemed to entice him, drive him to keep going and finish what he started, whether or not his elder brother would make it hard for him. Even then, it was obvious by the forming bulge within his pants and his pheromone-filled scent that he was possibly enjoying himself a bit too much. Inuyasha's hands held firm to Sesshoumaru's bare skin, grasping his rear and parting them to expose the sweet pucker hidden in between.
The hanyou cocked his head to the side as a new warmth traveled in his body. Curiosity got the best of him, and this chance to explore his trapped elder brother was something he just couldn't refuse. His tongue lapped inquisitively at Sesshoumaru's lower spine, cautious not to gather any unwanted bristles of fur from his mokomoko, while his fingers rubbed along the tight muscles. Of course, he still watched the sword, making sure that it wouldn't be wretched from the ground prematurely. Pressing and prodding against his brother, it was then that he remembered their earlier incident, where Sesshoumaru had found something within him that made him cry in pleasure. Perhaps Sesshoumaru himself had one as well? Narrowing his gaze on Sesshoumaru's opening, he snorted; there was only one way to find out. He brought his spare hand up to his lips and coated them generously in his saliva, making sure they glistened before aligning them above the pucker. Inuyasha turned his head to shove his fangs into the soft skin on Sesshoumaru's right hip at the same time he forced two fingers into him. In one motion, he bit harder, his other hand holding the sheath tightly. Hopefully, his bite might distract the youkai from the initial penetration, but it was doubtful. Nonetheless, the hanyou was searching for that one spot, and his fingers pressed and scissored within him until he found it.
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There was no memory in his mind that brought him unbearable shame. Nothing in his past had ever occurred that made him lower his head, tail tucked between his legs so to speak. Not even when Inuyasha defeated him in battle when he ashamed. The hanyou had power with that sword. It was only natural that it would create a skillful adversary. Yet this... this he could not endure. The humiliation was too great. His half-breed brother, who moaned and begged for him when in the right state of mind, was taking control, tugging at the youkai's hair and body as he pleased. The fangs in the line of his jaw brought a snarl to his lips. He was a wild beast trapped, unwilling and furious, fighting against the blade that bound him to the earth. And even as he struggled and growled, clawing and kicking out, there was no chance of freeing himself. Every quick motion, the sword would hinder or cut him in some way and the blood continued to flow.
A grunt of pain broke from Sesshomaru as the hanyou twisted the Tetsaiga yet again. What was he planning or was it just to cause the elder of the two more agony? The sword was already embedded deep enough to ensure that no escape was possible, a fact that he loathed to admit. He could feel the other's breath along his back, could hear the growl, and realized a moment too late what was annoying him. The grip on his hakama renewed his struggles. Yet he was better off regaining his strength and allowing his pants to be removed with all the help it did him. The cool air of the cloudy day struck his exposed flesh like a knife. It wasn't a mystery any longer about what the hanyou was after as his hands grasped at Sesshomaru's lower half and began tugging it upward. The youkai dug his knees and claws into the ground, jerking the sword more than ever now that he was utterly aware of what Inuyasha intended. Break came in sharp, painful gasps and he was barely aware of all the energy he was exerting in fighting the other; the Tetsaiga did more than simply pin him down, but dwindled his energy with every passing moment.
It was a rough shock to him when Inuyasha won in the end and he lay there, panting and keeping the sounds of his pain silent. A heat crept along his face, so deep that it burned the very bone, as his rear was pried apart, exposing him more fully to the other like never before. He could barely notice the heavy scent emitting from the hanyou, so lost was he in embarrassment and shame, filled with spite and hate, but too exhausted even to muster the emotions. His mokomoko lay nearly limp beside them, twitching only when Inuyasha's mouth was near its base. Yet the same act caused a tingle to travel along his skin and, as the fingers began to prod and search him, it wouldn't go away. His claws began to rip through the ground once more as he attempted to pull himself free. His body writhed feebly against the Tetsaiga, but there was only so much blood loss he could take. The ground was already painted a deep red, surrounding him like bloody pond.
A difficulty arose when his brother both penetrated and bit him. The initial bite was enough to make him gasp, more from surprise than agony. Yet the sensation of having two fingers shoved inside him strengthened the gasp, causing him to bite his lip to keep quiet. His legs kicked out at the hanyou once again as the fingers began to move around, lubricated only by the saliva. His feet caught Inuyasha a couple of times in the thighs; but due to his awkward position it was difficult to truly strike the other. His struggles were more like squirms now as he was searched and stretched until his body suddenly stilled and sharp moan escaped him. Whatever Inuyasha had just touched... a sort of bump inside him, had to be the same thing that caused the hanyou to squirm with delight. It was having the same effect on Sesshomaru, who could feel a familiar warmth in his lower body, his cock starting to stiffen when the sweet spot was touched again.