Recap: InuYasha and Sesshoumaru were mated and shared a new and stronger empathetic bond, allowing them to feel one another's true feelings. InuYasha left the feast to wait in the Wedding Chamber for Sesshoumaru to come and take his virginity.

Pairing: Sesshoumaru x InuYasha, slight hint of one-sided Miroku x InuYasha.

Warning: This story is slightly AU and contains Yaoi/Slash, Lemon/Hentai, Incest, MPREG, Strong Language, and mild OOC-ness.

If you don't understand what these words mean or are uncomfortable with homosexual/incestuous themes, then you should not be reading this fanfiction. Click the "back" button please; I will not be blamed for your ignorance or prejudice. Flamers will be dealt with by Sesshoumaru.

This fanfiction is not beta-read; therefore any spelling or grammatical errors are solely my fault.

Disclaimer: InuYasha© is the property of Rumiko Takahashi. Other characters and plot independent of Takahashi's original creation are property of me. I, Chyckoo, in no way make any profit from this story. Do not take/use any material from this story without my express permission.

Dedication: Ye be warned. Thar be lemon ahead! Yar! (Um, yeah, don't know where the pirate accent came from…oh well). This is dedicated to Medusa Sage.

Prophecy of Brothers

By Scarlet Willows

Chapter Eight – The Stolen Fruit

There he stood, the last wild beauty, shirtless and leaning against the bookcase, flipping through some pages of a random tome and eating an apple. He had waited an hour for his Seme to come and de-flower him and while waiting he'd gotten bored, so he had meandered into the study where he found an interesting book on kama-sutra. Suddenly, Sesshoumaru was standing before him with a predatory look in his eyes, which were half covered by stringy tresses. InuYasha knew what that look meant as Sesshoumaru casually took the book from his brother's hand and set it on a near-by table. InuYasha took a bite of his apple as if everything were perfectly normal.

Sesshoumaru leaned in as if to kiss the hanyou, hovering mere millimeters from InuYasha's face and taking in his scent…the scent that had nearly driven him mad, the scent that now told him the hanyou was ready to conceive. "It's time…you're ripe for the plucking," he whispered, knowing full well that he'd be the one doing the "plucking," brushing his lips against InuYasha's with half-lidded eyes. He took InuYasha's lower lip between his teeth and gently pulled the hanyou closer, sliding his clever tongue into his brother's mouth and drawing the bite of apple into his own. As the youkai chewed on the stolen fruit, InuYasha turned to his apple and slowly licked a bead of juice that had been dribbling across the crimson skin of the sinful fruit, all the while keeping his eyes on Sesshoumaru.

Before he knew it, his back was crushed against the bookcase, not the most comfortable of surfaces, and his lips were caught in a bruising kiss that threatened to devour him. The apple was quickly forgotten as the youkai slid his hands down InuYasha's back, to his firm buttocks, to the back of his thighs as Sesshoumaru lifted the hanyou and wrapped his legs around his waist. InuYasha wound his arms around his brother's neck, steadying himself without missing a beat, and returned the kiss with as much passion as he could muster.

The youkai carried his brother to his fur covered bed, laying the hanyou on his back. His lips started at the hanyou's navel, swirling around it and sensually dipping into the valley with his tongue occasionally, emulating penetration, which made InuYasha redden. His next targets were his brother's abs. He had a fetish for a well-toned abdomen, so he traced each muscle with the flat of his tongue thoroughly, sucking and nipping at the lithe porcelain skin and leaving a trail of red and purple blotches forming in his wake.

Next, he found himself swirling his wicked tongue around the hanyou's nipple, as pink as the blush of a cherry. He experimentally flicked at one of the bashful fruits, watching the skin tighten and crest. InuYasha groaned low in his throat, then gasped as his brother descended on the rosy bud and sucked without mercy. It was such a bizarre thing to feel the youkai's wet hot mouth and hear the tiny wet claps of breaking suction as Sesshoumaru left the little bud for InuYasha's parted lips, teasing the tip of his brother's tongue with his own. InuYasha moaned into his mouth, and wound his arms around the youkai's neck, lightly scraping his brother's back with his claws.

Sesshoumaru kissed down his brother's face to his jaw line, following that line to his pulsing vein in the side of his neck, that delicious column of flesh, so delicate and vulnerable. He looked at the permanent mark he'd made earlier, a sign that no other male or female could touch him. InuYasha whimpered and bared his neck, unconsciously offering himself as his demon instincts surfaced, recognizing himself as the submissive uke. Sesshoumaru licked the Mating Marks and InuYasha shivered as a jolt of heat and electricity shot throughout his body. He suspected that if he continued to lick the marks and do nothing else he could make InuYasha cum. He'd have to test that theory later for kinkier situations.

The youkai moved to his brother's collarbone, nuzzling his nose against the soft skin and inhaling that earthy, spicy fragrance that was purely InuYasha. He slipped his fingers into the hanyou's hakama and slowly pulled them down, inch by inch, looking into InuYasha's face for an objection. None came as his arousal was revealed, followed by his thighs and calves. The hanyou recoil nervously, drawing his legs up to cover himself as much as he could. Sesshoumaru could smell and feel his brother's fear.

"Don't be afraid, InuYasha," he whispered soothingly.

"I…I've never…I've never done this. I mean, I've done other things…to myself, but not with…someone else." He wouldn't meet Sesshoumaru's eyes, his blush returning tenfold. Even though Sesshoumaru didn't want his brother to be afraid, he couldn't help but become extremely aroused by his fear because it appealed to his demonic side, it acknowledged that he was the alpha, the seme.

"I know."

"H-how?"

"I can smell your purity," he moaned seductively as he leaned in to nip at the hanyou's cute doggy ears. He licked at one while he rubbed the other with his fingers, making his hanyou go wild and purr with need. InuYasha barely noticed that Sesshoumaru had parted his legs and settled between them. The youkai crawled his way down InuYasha's body, lapping and nipping everything within his reach until his stopped where he had originally started. He repeated his actions around InuYasha's navel and quivering stomach, inches away from the throbbing ache between his hanyou's thighs.

The hanyou gasped as he felt Sesshoumaru flick his tongue across the slit in the head of his phallus. "No, don't!" he cried, snapping his legs shut and shrinking away, looking small and scared.

"Why?" Sesshoumaru asked, perplexed. He liked fellatio, so he assumed InuYasha would, too.

"I just…I…I'm just not ready for that…I can't," he struggled to explain. It was his first time, he was shy and self-conscious of his body…maybe in time he wouldn't be so embarrassed with it, but now was not the time. "I'm sorry," he whispered, turning away from his brother in shame. He was just so inexperienced; it made him feel inferior.

Sesshoumaru took his brother's chin in his hand and tilted his head towards him. "It's alright, otouto. I'm not going to pressure you or make you do anything you don't want to do. I was once a virgin, too. I know how it feels. And just because you are the uke does not mean you are weak; the uke has the power to say, 'stop,'" his voice was calm and void of anger or rejection like InuYasha had expected it to be filled with. "When you feel more comfortable, I will teach you the art of oral pleasure…among others," he hummed against his brother's lips and InuYasha shivered.

They kissed slowly. They never battled for dominance in their kissing, it was never a war, they just shared in an unhurried ballet of teeth, tongue and lips, expertly choreographed and executed. InuYasha felt so weak in Sesshoumaru's presence…he was easily the most powerful youkai for leagues. Sesshoumaru, the most dangerous youkai, had tamed that strength for one hanyou; it was moving, to say the least. But he was still slightly terrified of him and the act that they were about to do.

"Are you afraid of me?" he whispered hotly in the hanyou's ear, sensing his train of thought, running his claws down InuYasha's sides.

"Yes," whimpered his brother.

"That makes me hard," he muttered as he took InuYasha's hand and ran it down his body, leading his brother's palm over his clothed and insufferably hard erection to emphasize his words. InuYasha gasped and whimpered again as he felt his brother's generous length.

"Nii-san, you're n-not gonna fit inside m-me!" The hanyou's eyes expanded in panic.

Sesshoumaru chuckled, "With adequate preparation, this Sesshoumaru will fit." He sat up and slowly lowered his hakama, watching InuYasha watch him. The clothing was thrown carelessly to the ground and InuYasha was trying not to drool at his brother's pale marble, flawless, muscled, god-like body. My god, he thought with a shudder, his jaw dropping. Like the two red stripes across his cheeks, Sesshoumaru had more demon markings that started from his lower back, down his buttocks, wrapping around and ending at his inner thighs and others at his hips and waist, ankles and wrists. InuYasha felt the urge to trace them with his tongue. "C'mere, InuYasha…I won't bite…much," he smirked.

The hanyou moaned as his brother pulled him against his chest, their arousals rubbing together. Sesshoumaru gently pushed InuYasha down onto the bed, straddling his brother's hips, grinding their weeping phalluses together. His breath caught in his chest and he groaned, watching InuYasha bow his back and pant, smelling of fear and arousal, the best combination.

"You know where you want to be touched…you know how you want to be touched…so, touch yourself," the youkai whispered into the hanyou's ear as he slowly backed off to watch his brother. InuYasha felt the heat return to his cheeks…but slowly he complied. He opened his legs inch by inch, obviously fighting an inner battle to overcome embarrassment, revealing his smooth, well-proportioned package. He slid his hand up his thigh, scraping lightly with his nails, up his flat stomach and chest, to his mouth.

Two fingers disappeared into his hot cavern while two caramel eyes, darkened in desire, locked with Sesshoumaru's. He withdrew the now-moist fingers from his mouth and trailed them down between his legs where he grazed them across his scrotum and beyond. InuYasha rolled his hips forward to get better access to his budding feminine crevice that was located behind his testes and in front of his rectum. His claws retracted and he slowly pushed in two wet fingers together, his breath hitching with the action, his other hand resting on his abdomen, claws digging into his soft flesh slightly with the effort of trying not to tense up. It didn't exactly hurt, but it was uncomfortable and odd. His other hand, which had been feeling left out, found its way to his heavy sacs, lightly stroking and kneading them as he watched Sesshoumaru produce a jar of warm oil. The youkai, with his eyes glued to the most erotic scene he'd ever witnessed, dipped his fingers into the lubricant and sensually, almost lazily, spread it over his arousal, shuddering at the feel of his own hands. The only sound in the room was their panting and InuYasha's occasional gasps.

InuYasha, now accustomed to the curious feel of his own fingers, began to thrust them experimentally. When he deemed he was comfortable enough with that, he began to make scissoring motions with the digits, stretching to make way for his brother's considerable size. Then he combined the scissoring and thrusting movements, suddenly striking something within himself that he had no idea existed. His spine arched, his head curved back, exposing his smooth neck as he moaned in surprise.

"Open you legs more, otouto. I want to see," Sesshoumaru whispered in a shaky voice that was labored from his own self-pleasure.

InuYasha kept positioning his fingers so he would rub that sweet spot with every thrust. His other hand snaked around his shaft, shyly clasping it in desperation as a few beads of pre-cum formed on the blushing head of his cock. Sesshoumaru couldn't believe InuYasha's wanton pose…this was so much better than he'd imagined. The youkai tenderly spread his brother's legs further and loomed over him as InuYasha began trembling and whimpering in need.

"Is it going to hurt?" InuYasha asked, fear apparent in his features as Sesshoumaru removed the hanyou's hands from between his thighs and pinned them to the sides of his head. InuYasha now felt strangely empty with the absence of his fingers.

The youkai wasn't the type to lie, so he nodded, gazing into his brother's ocher eyes. "Only at first." InuYasha bit his lip and drew in a shaking breath. "I want to bring you pleasure, InuYasha. I want to make love to you."

"Onegai, nii-san, go slow."

That was all the permission he needed to hear. "Relax. I'll be gentle, otouto. Just breathe." The youkai rested most of his weight on InuYasha and the rest was on his elbow by InuYasha's head while his other hand guided his arousal into the hanyou's virgin entrance. It was so intimate to be this close to the hanyou, staring into his eyes from such a short distance away, seeing all the fleeting emotions cross that expressive face.

InuYasha snapped his eyes shut and turned his head to the side as he felt the slick, blunt head of his brother's cock pushing at his puckered ring of flesh. Then suddenly, with a little push, it gave way and Sesshoumaru was sliding ever so slowly into his lover. InuYasha couldn't stop his tears anymore than he could stop breathing. He'd tried to be brave. His brother was just so much bigger than two fingers and it took all his effort not to clench his pelvic muscles or to scream as his virgin channel was stretched and lit aflame. Sesshoumaru tugged at InuYasha's arousal in an attempt to distract him from the pain, relishing the firm velvety satin feeling of the shaft in his hand.

"Wait," InuYasha's voice was choked and labored with the tears he was trying to hold back. "Wait…just give me a second." It was so hard for Sesshoumaru, now of all times, to keep control when he was only halfway sheathed and about to push past the tougher set of inner muscles. So close. He took pity upon his brother as he saw the tears silently trickling down his face and he leaned down and kissed InuYasha's forehead, wishing he could take the pain away.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered against InuYasha's cheek. Sesshoumaru felt the hanyou's legs lift and wrap around his body, coming to hook over his hips and cross at the ankles. That eased some of the pressure and he felt his brother relax by a few degrees. InuYasha opened his eyes and brought his face the few inches that it took to connect with Sesshoumaru's. The kiss was so innocent, fragile, trusting, and suddenly Sesshoumaru realized exactly what it meant to be in that moment with his brother, the first to be buried inside him and caressing the virgin's tear-stained face. Why had the gods given him something so pure? Did he deserve it?

Then InuYasha whispered quivering words that made his stomach tighten with heart-wrenching desire, "Sesshoumaru…make love to me."

So he did.

He slid in the last few inches, watching as InuYasha recoiled, hissed, and mewled in pain. The hanyou's body was fighting him as it tried to retreat or push the invading appendage out. Sesshoumaru roughly held InuYasha's hips still, as the hanyou made weak struggles to ease the pain, openly crying now and clenching the sheets so hard that it drew blood. "Itai," whispered InuYasha, scrunching his eyes shut and biting his lip.

The hanyou couldn't help but tense his aching body in vain, inadvertently constricting the muscles surrounding Sesshoumaru's organ. The youkai closed his eyes and moaned, his grip on InuYasha's hips bruising the supple skin. "Gods…damn, you're…so tight," groaned Sesshoumaru as he tried to remain motionless for his brother.

Sesshoumaru looked down between their bodies and saw that InuYasha had been unable to sustain his erection through the pain. Deciding to fix that problem, Sesshoumaru slid his hand down the hanyou's body again while he kissed and nipped at the hanyou's neck. He lightly massaged InuYasha, trying to revive the lifeless organ. He could feel the blood return to the hanyou's arousal while his brother's skin flushed in pleasure. All the tension in InuYasha's muscles relaxed. "Do you want me to stop?" the youkai asked with half-lidded eyes, giving his brother one more chance to escape.

"N-no, don't s-stop," InuYasha said as his breathing hitched at the sensations. Sesshoumaru turned the hanyou's face towards him and kissed the plump lips softly, pulling the lower lip into his mouth to suck on. His brother moaned.

"InuYasha, open your eyes, look at me," he whispered, his voice deep and husky with desire. "Onegai." Slowly, those golden orbs were revealed like the rise of twin suns peering at him innocently. He was taking that innocence as the hanyou's virginity was gently stolen from between his thighs. He pulled out and pushed back in with agonizing slowness as InuYasha's eyes grew as large as plates and a sharp gasp emitted from his mouth followed by a moan that emerged from deep in his throat, pain forgotten. As the silver-haired hanyou prepared for the second thrust by gripping Sesshoumaru's shoulder harshly to brace himself, the youkai leaned down, brushing his lips against InuYasha's furry ear to whisper, "I want to see the look in your eyes as I make you cum."

His brother's words tightened things deep and low inside his body and he moaned as images swam in his head. The pain, only a slight twinge now, was drowned out by his pleasure when Sesshoumaru continued his lethargic assault, giving his brother time to adjust to the feeling of sex while quickly and expertly locating InuYasha's sweet spot. When the youkai rubbed that excruciatingly sensitive spot within him, InuYasha wildly arched his back like a bridge and rolled his hips, clenching his pelvic muscles around his brother's member as Sesshoumaru pulled out to start the process all over again. InuYasha's moans increased in frequency and volume whilst Sesshoumaru plunged into his body.

None of Sesshoumaru's other lovers had ever been this reactive. He knew he was a good lover, but InuYasha just gave him a huge ego boost with his whines and cries of, "Please…faster, ah, ah, ah…like that, uhn…oh god, oh god, please." The hanyou probably didn't even know what he was asking for as he pulled his own hair and thrashed his head from side to side, but he pleaded all the same as their pace grew more intense. It was such a different experience apart from his other partners…maybe it meant more because he actually cared about the hanyou that was squirming beneath him, causing him to elicit soft moans, whines, and whimpers from his own normally-silent mouth.

Sesshoumaru's hair curtained their faces, their chests heaving with heavy breaths that rustled his platinum tresses. InuYasha buried his hand in Sesshoumaru's locks and pulled him forward into a rough and sloppy kiss where InuYasha sucked on his tongue and tickled the roof of his mouth, biting Sesshoumaru's lip as he pulled away. The youkai growled low and throatily with feral arousal.

He gathered InuYasha's wrists into one hand and held them above his head, preserving his hold on the hanyou's hips with the other, angling his own hips to deliver short quick pumps. He could feel InuYasha's erection, leaking constantly with creamy drops of pre-cum, trapped between their bodies, his thighs quivering, his milky-white legs enveloped around Sesshoumaru's waist, his toes curling. Gods, InuYasha was so beautiful, his glowing silver locks splayed out on the pillow like that…biting his lip like that…trembling with passionate need like that…need that only Sesshoumaru could assuage.

He's mine…mine, thought Sesshoumaru possessively. It was almost bordering on pain; the way the hanyou's inner walls gripped his arousal was unbearable bliss. He held InuYasha as the hanyou arched and writhed, fresh tears leaking from the corners of his eyes.

"Oh, InuYasha, did I hurt you?" Sesshoumaru asked with concern, tenderly brushing the hair from his hanyou's face when he smelled the salt of tears.

The hanyou shook his head, "No, I just didn't kn-know it could f-feel this good." Sesshoumaru smiled, appreciating the beauty of these shimmering tears. He and InuYasha kissed while Sesshoumaru thrust into him and InuYasha continued to meet his thrusts with rolling hips while warmth spread throughout their bellies. Sesshoumaru had added the fuel and stoked the fires, which were roaring to sudden life in InuYasha. The hanyou didn't even have to say, "Oh gods, Sesshoumaru…Sesshoumaru…I'm gonna cum…I'm gonna…cum…f-fuck." Sesshoumaru already knew as he felt InuYasha's already-tight channel contract around him. His thrusts were frantic now, trying to bring his brother over the edge, to relieve InuYasha's pleasure before his own.

InuYasha buried his head into Sesshoumaru's shoulder, crying and grasping his brother reverently. "Oh gods…fuck…f-fuck," he whispered and then he came quietly in a rush of hot milky seed from his arousal and contractions from his feminine orifice. He looked into Sesshoumaru's eyes while he was still experiencing the waves of orgasm, watching him with shining orbs filled with tears and love. The look, more than anything else, was what brought Sesshoumaru over the edge. His muscles were relaxed as he let his orgasm overtake him, filling his brother with his life-giving juices. "Oh gods, Sesshoumaru!" InuYasha yelled as his brother's climax and searing cum filled him to the rim and drove him to have another orgasm.

Their hands were intertwined as their bodies wound down, staring into each other's honey-colored pools. They were winded and still panting, but they weren't tired. Although a short nap sounded good, Sesshoumaru, who felt invigorated more than anything, would've been ready to go all over again and InuYasha wasn't too far behind. He ran his talons tenderly down InuYasha's face, wiping away his tears and kissing his swollen lips with feather-like pressure.

InuYasha felt his brother's slick seed running down his thighs, mingled with a little blood, but that was to be expected. He pressed his lips firmly to his brother's, trying to convey his love through the kiss. He pulled back to gaze into his Sesshoumaru's face, which was, for once, open and honest. And somewhere in Sesshoumaru's golden pools he found what he was looking for, what Sesshoumaru would never say with words…that he was deeply in love with him, too. InuYasha smiled, lighting up his whole face as he tucked a stray lock behind Sesshoumaru's elfin ear. The grin was infectious and soon spread to his brother.

"You're so beautiful, otouto," said the youkai, his voice deep and sugarcoated with the aftermath of his orgasm.

"Really?" InuYasha didn't know he could smile so broadly, excitement and warmth surrounding his heart.

"Yes…I'm glad you are the one I will spend my life with, the one I will protect, the one I will have children with…I am glad you are the last person I will ever kiss," his cheeked were flushed slightly and InuYasha thought it was attractive. It was Sesshoumaru's way of confessing his love.

"I love you, too." He laughed quietly, leaned up, and kissed Sesshoumaru on his nose and nuzzled his neck.

Sesshoumaru maneuvered them so that they were lying on their sides, his organ still buried inside InuYasha. He held his brother to his chest and stroked his hair. He made a motion to pull out of InuYasha, but the hanyou tensed and said, "No, stay inside me," He hooked one leg over Sesshoumaru's hip to prevent him from moving, "It just…feels good…I just want to stay connected with you…like this. I like knowing that you're a part of me." Sesshoumaru smiled and rubbed his cheek against the top of his little brother's head, brushing his fuzzy ears. InuYasha purred, quite literally, and ran his talons lightly over Sesshoumaru's flanks. They stayed like that for a long time, languidly and silently caressing each other, letting their hands speak for them.

InuYasha looked up at his older brother, grinning mischievously. "Wanna go again?"

Sesshoumaru smirked.

…

"Hey, Kagome…what was that noise?" asked Shippo, who had been awakened by the celebration noises, among others.

"Oh, that? It's probably nothing," she said, waving off the little kitsune's suspicions. Right after the words left her mouth, they heard a loud yell come from Sesshoumaru's bedroom on the floor above them.

Then they heard the hanyou scream, "Oh, Sesshoumaru…a-oh, uhn, yes. Oh my god, harder!"

"Okay, that was definitely InuYasha!" said the fox-youkai with concern. "What are they doing? Are they fighting?" The three adults blushed.

"Shippo, trust me, you really don't want to know," said the monk as he timidly scratched the back of his head and spread his blanket on the floor. "Now go back to sleep."

Japanese terms:

Onegai – please

Itai – it hurts

To be continued…

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Graphic lemon is in the next chapter.