A/N: Hello everyone, it is great to be back! I'll answer a few questions while I can...
Yes, Sesshomaru DOES have to treat Miroku like that, trust me, as the story progresses, Sesshomaru will get his, especially in chapter four which you will have to wait for. And...that's it for questions, I think. I apologize for the long wait and am going to update as frequently as I can. Thank you all for your comments, requests and suggestions. As for the suggestions it is not guaranteed that I will use them but I may so keep a look out. Thank all of you again!
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Where we last left off...
"If you want to take me, than take me, don't play with me, I'm no toy," Miroku told him as the door slid open. Sesshomaru paused before looking to him over his shoulder, the slight turn of his head and upper body fluid.
"Ah, but you are, monk," and he swept from the room.
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Chapter Three: The Expected
Inuyasha stared at the sunset, his facial features set in deep thought. Kouga watched, entranced at the picture of Inuyasha's silhouette against the setting sun.
"I suppose it runs in my family," Inuyasha sighed, looking to Kouga with a light, somewhat sad smile.
"What?" Kouga had been snapped from his trance from his focus's voice, the gruff alto welcome in the silence of midday.
"Our companions, they are all human," his distant voice made Kouga feel somewhat tired, like a father singing a lullaby to a child. However, when the wolf demon comprehended the statement he snapped out of his somewhat foggy dreamland.
"What do you mean?" he tried his best to sound vaguely interested though his insides seemed to churn with what the answer may have been.
"My father and my mother. My brother and Rin, me and Miroku..." Inuyasha trailed and looked back to the setting sun, eyes turned to the sky to gaze longingly at the stars. For some reason he could not explain to himself, let alone to others, Kouga's chest tightened and the back of his eyes stung, something he had never experienced before.
"Is Miroku your lover?" The wolf demon whispered. When Inuyasha looked to him questioningly, his sharp brown eyes were turned toward the sky, eyes unfocused and somewhat glassy, reflecting the little light they had and making them shine. The hanyou sighed, lips curving into a smirk.
"Why don't I get some fire wood? We can stay here for the night, I'm in no hurry," Inuyasha nodded, standing from the grass he had been lounging on and walking away into the trees.
"Runs in your family?" Kouga whispered to the forest trees Inuyasha disappeared into, "I'll have to persuade you to break that tradition."
Miroku opened his eyes slowly, seeing that he had fallen asleep once more. He felt bare, almost dirty at the way he had been acting. He'd basically offered himself to a youkai and not just any youkai, Inuyasha's brother! What the hell was wrong with him? It wasn't like he was young enough to chuck it up to hormones though the curse of his hand had prolonged his original life span, and with it's removal he would easy live as long as Inuyasha. Inuyasha... There he went again, letting his mind wander. Miroku suppressed a sigh, feeling as though he had done that way too often.
Turning to his side he was surprised to bump into another body, Sesshomaru's body. Miroku did not allow his breath to hitch and seemly stared, wide-eyed at the sleeping youkai. Sesshomaru's usually precise features were soft, rested and unflawed. His high cheekbones did not shadow his face and his slightly parted pink lips blew cool air, adding to his mortal illusion. Careful not to wake the sleeping youkai, Miroku leaned over him slightly so he stared directly down at his face, not noticing the near invisible change in breathing pattern from beneath him.
Miroku's deep purple eyes took in Sesshomaru's face with new favor, noticing the blue strips on his cheeks were in fact patches of fine hair, instead of skin as originally thought. His eyes trailed over the somewhat sharp curve of his nose and elfin ears, a small smile forming on the monk's lips. Purple eyes flicked down to pale pink lips, his own brushing softly and suddenly, surprising himself, as well as the supposedly sleeping demon beneath him, his administrations lulling the youkai back to sleep. A sudden urge took hold of Miroku and he leaned down slightly, grazing his teeth over the skin of Sesshomaru's chin, a little below his bottom lip.
The Lord of the Western Lands awoke with a start, bolts of carnal pleasure of the oldest kind awakening him from his reverie. Before either knew it, a surprised monk lay beneath a slightly shaking youkai. Instead of being frightened and releasing the soft skin of Sesshomaru's chin, Miroku's eyes glinted and he grazed his teeth more purposefully over his skin. A deep moan, almost purr, trailed from what seemed like the base of Sesshomaru's stomach passed the youkai's lips, a hardened heat making itself known against Miroku's closed thighs.
Sesshomaru's senses were on fire. The touch applied to his spot making his entire body hum. As a dog demon, certain spots were susceptible to pleasure at the slightest touch and while his chin was one, as it was in all dog demons-it was also reserved for mates only- it drove them crazy. Sesshomaru moaned again, pressing his length onto Miroku's thighs, his tight, hot, closed thighs. The youkai attempted to clear his mind, what the hell was he thinking, he'd never in his life thought a thought so primitive, but Miroku's continual grazing and the rocking against his hips was no way to clear one's mind.
Miroku pulled away when Sesshomaru began to gain a light sheen of sweat, his pale skin glowing abnormally. A humph of disappointment followed his backward movement and Miroku blinked up at the panting youkai, golden orbs lidded down at him as Sesshomaru's hips grinded almost desperately against his own.
"Don't..." Sesshomaru panted, "stop..." Sesshomaru's own head bent slightly, his lips catching the bridge of Miroku's nose, nibbling lightly at it, Miroku's eyes flashed...
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"Sessho-kun, when is father going to take us to the sea?" a little boy with white hair and white ears tugged at the fabric of Sesshomaru's yukata.
"I don't know, leave me be," a teen Sesshomaru waved at his little brother, watching the female royals bath in the spring from a tree near by.
"But I want to go to the sea," Inuyasha whined loudly from the ground, haven been pushed off the branch his brother currently occupied.
"Who's there?" One of the younger female youkai called, only a year or two older than the small hanyou. Sesshomaru cursed under his breath and leaped from the tree, grabbing his younger brother's hand and moving swiftly to a very small cave, the little enclosure covered by foliage. The pretty female youkai sniffed over to them before rubbing her nose cutely. "I musta been imagine things again," she shrugged and skipped off.
Inuyasha was pressed tightly to a wall, his brother holding him against it with his larger and taller body, silver hair shielding him from seeing anything other than his slightly panting brother.
"Inuyasha," the hanyou winced and his ears flattened against his head as he looked up at his brother, knowing that tone of voice that said he was in trouble. He put on his best pout face, making his eyes larger than they originally were.
"Yes, Sessho-kun?" Inuyasha blinked largely. His brother's face became unreadable. Sesshomaru wasn't thinking like himself. Something about being pressed against his brother like this, something about the scent radiating off of his half brother's skin, it intoxicated him, made the contact feel...sensual. Inuyasha's eyes were wide now, not because of his brother's wrath but because he felt something hard pressed against his stomach. Curious, Inuyasha dropped his brother's unreadable eyes and looked down. There, pressing against his brother's yukata, was something...hard. He brought his nine-year-old hand to it and grasped the thing fully. Sesshomaru shuttered violently, shaking his head against covet. "Sessho-kun?" Inuyasha asked, looking up, the hard thing still in his grasp, "you okay?" His big, child's eyes took in the look of enjoyment on his brother's face.
"Inuyasha," his voice wasn't scornful or irritated, but husky and needy, the hanyou decided he liked to see his big brother like this, "stop." The younger of the two took count of the things he had done in his head. He looked down, saw the hard thing and grabbed it. Inuyasha nodded, proud of himself and looked down at his hand, which still held the hard thing, squeezing, the hanyou was delighted in the soft moan his brother emitted, a big grin spreading on his young features. Before Inuyasha could do it again to make his brother happy, Sesshomaru tore from him, a disgusted look on his face as he ran from the 'cave'. That night Inuyasha cried all the way home.
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Miroku's eyes fluttered and he pushed back on the body holding him down, lips covered, not allowing him to breath. For what seemed like the thousandth time, Sesshomaru's lips left his in a smack.
Inuyasha took in much needed air, his eyes opening from their tightly closed position. His body trembled in need of heat; his clothes had been taken off. Jumping to his hands and feet, Inuyasha looked around sharply. He was in a cave.
"You don't have to worry," Kouga's voice came from behind him. The hanyou turned his head, purposefully keeping his back to him.
"Where the hell are my clothes?" Inuyasha spat at the wolf demon, glaring suspiciously around. Standing behind Kouga were a few members of his pack, the other wolf demons licking their lips and staring lustfully at Inuyasha.
"You were burning up," Kouga smirked, padding closer to the scowling half demon, "I brought you here so my doctor could help you," Inuyasha did not like Kouga's voice, the smooth quality something he heard only when Kouga was speaking to Kagome or on the occasion of a sleepy or drunk Miroku.
"Give me my clothes, you sorry excuse for a demon," Inuyasha growled, crouching low and backing himself into a wall, keeping his rear and demon-hood hidden.
"Now, now, Inuyasha, you don't have to be this way," Kouga soothed, getting onto his hands and knees, his teeth glinting at Inuyasha as he grinned wolfishly.
"Ah, Kouga, how come you get him?" one of the pack whined out and Kouga tossed a smirk at where the voice originated from.
"Because I found him," Inuyasha saw his chance and took it.
"Iron Reamer Soul Stealer," he shouted. Kouga caught his clawed hand without looking to him, his head slowly turning to face Inuyasha.
"Now Inuyasha, if it were that easy do you think I'd have you now?" Kouga asked, his fangs glinting in the little light the cave provided. Inuyasha could clearly see the narrowed irises of the brown eyes looking at him. The hanyou sneered, ripping his hand from Kouga's grasp, the wolf demon's claws causing the action to draw blood at his wrists.
"Don't touch me, fucking bastard," Inuyasha panted, suddenly feeling light headed. Looking to the cave opening he saw the setting sun. "Oh no," he whispered, eyes slitting even more so as he stared at the new moon or lack there of, "not now," his whispered voice seemed to fade on the wind, incanting his captor(s), "please, not now..." turning desperate eyes to Kouga he watched as the wolf demon's eyes went unfocused, the mutters of his pack dying down as well. With newfound strength and speed, Inuyasha ran through the dazed demons, trying to get as far away as possible. The sound of his feet and hands hitting the grass caused his dream to return to him, a memory he had thought he'd forgotten. He gasped, stopping his run, at least twenty miles from the cave, which wasn't nearly far enough. He gasped again, his chest constricting, his eyes flashed...
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A little hanyou walked into he and his brother's quarters, rubbing his eye with his dirty hand, his tears making his eyes sting. A moan echoed throughout the living space and Inuyasha paused, lowering his hand from his eye. Another moan, half a growl, vibrated the silence of the quarters and Inuyasha rushed to his brother's room. Peeking though the cracked door, Inuyasha's amber eyes caught sight of his brother, completely naked on his bed and pulling his cock. His sharp slit eyes narrowed farther as he watched.
Sesshomaru panted, head thrown back, eyes closed tightly, hand moving back and forth rapidly. Thoughts of his younger brother swirled in his head, imagining little hands instead of his own moving over the sensitive skin of his cock. He moaned again, squeezing his eyes tighter as he tried to block his disturbing thoughts from his mind. 'Sessho-kun,' the whispered voice of his little brother haunted him as he strived for completion, his body beginning to shake in pre-orgasm.
"Sessho-kun?" To his horror, he came, hard and long at the sound of his brother's voice, the voice definitely not in his mind. To a degree he could handle his brother's voice making him have an orgasm but nothing could explain the mortification and passion he felt when he hardened at his brother's smell. The light smell of peaches and fire caused his senses to hum lightly.
"What do you want, Inu?" Sesshomaru asked, sitting back on his heels and bowing his head, sensing his brother coming to stand before him.
"What were you doing with your...um...?"
"Cock?" Sesshomaru finished for him, looking up at the nervous hanyou, he raised an intricate eyebrow at the little half demon. "Were you watching me?" Inuyasha looked down in shame, his pout face in full bloom as he nodded his head yes, his eyes looking up through his fringe of bangs innocently. "Go to bed, Inu," Sesshomaru said blankly, lifting up of his knees and moving to climb in bed.
"Can I sleep in here with you?" Inuyasha asked hopefully, pouting at his brother. Sesshomaru sighed, nodded before turning his back to the little hanyou, trying to go to sleep...
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For the second time that day, Inuyasha's eyes blinked open and he looked around, expecting to see the field in which he collapsed. To his distaste and irritation, he was, again, in a cave, at least this time he had his fire rat coat thrown over him.
"You're lucky, human," again Kouga's voice greeted him and Inuyasha bolted upright, looking around frantically. Instead of the entire wolf pack, only Kouga was there, leaning against a wall, his head thrown back as he stared at the cave ceiling. The hanyou decided not to speak as he wrapped the coat more firmly around his body, ignoring the sensuous way the fabric rubbed against his skin, damn heat. Kouga inhaled sharply, smelling the sweet sent of Inuyasha's arousal, the wolf demon's head falling to look at the hanyou. "You smell like you're in heat..." He dropped to all fours giving the half demon the impression of a wolf stalking it's pray.
"Get away from me," Inuyasha sneered and Kouga backed away slightly in surprise.
"Inuyasha," Kouga gasped, crawling in front of the scowling hanyou, "you're a human..."
"No, duh, smart ass," he scowled, backing away from the still advancing demon.
"And you're in heat..." Kouga's smirk caused Inuyasha's stomach to do flip-flops but not in the way he would have liked. He was actually turned on by his smooth voice and masculine scent...where the hell was Mirkou when you needed him...
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I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I must ask:
IMPORTANT: Do any of you have a problem with incest: little Inuyasha teenage Sesshomaru?
If you do, please tell me and I will make the correct adjustments, if you do not, please tell me...I hope I haven't lost some reviews because of this!!