Recap: InuYasha and Sesshoumaru had passionate sex for the first time. Poor Shippo heard odd noises and the adults blushed.

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: Special credit goes to DemonGoddess061 for her ideas. Thanks to T .Aiedail, xdragonslayerx, Gay Boy and everyone else for your support.

Prophecy of Brothers

By Scarlet Willows

Chapter nine – The Gods' Will

We see the Inu Lords.

We see their sibling rivalry.

We see one Inu's hatred of half-breeds and his inner-confusion of his love for his otouto. We see the younger Inu's determination to prove his worth in the eyes of his sibling and his admiration for his silver-haired taiyoukai aniki.

We see both Inu yearning for one another and their simultaneous frustration and guilt in the other's presence.

We send the dreams of arousal and anticipation.

We see the brothers come to an impasse, an agreement is made, and the brothers form a union, the strongest union in existence…the mating union. We see a child come forth from this union.

Now we see the power the sons of InuTaishou will have after they unite, such tremendous power for taming the West. We see the power sprout from the West and spread to the East, North, and South like the branches of a sakura tree. We see the buds of the tree blossom and flourish under the reign of InuTaishou's descendants.

However, we see a blemish on one of the tree's budding sakura blossoms, a blemish that has the potential to mature and infect like the plague if not quarantined.

The descendants of InuTaishou will come to a fork in the road; there are many paths in the journey to the future, and some we cannot see beyond.

Next, we see a blurry image of a youkai standing on the battlefield…the revered spawn of the Inu Lords. We see the diminishing numbers of youkai…. We see humans with weapons being led by a demon….

We see the blemished sakura blossom smiling in the midst of chaos.

Our vision grows dark…

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InuTaishou leaned over his young heir's shoulder to read the scroll that had been stuck under the young inu's sharp nose. The little youkai's hungry amber eyes drifted back and forth over the trimly formed kanji characters that dotted across the crisp papyrus.

His son's personal tutors had said Sesshoumaru's proficiency in the studies of arithmetic, history, geography, science, politics, martial arts, and war strategy, were unrivaled with any of his age. He was indeed a genius.

Of course he is, InuTaishou thought with a bitter smirk. Any royal child, especially after the death of a parent, would be forced to grow up suddenly and forfeit his or her childhood. No wonder he has dedicated himself to his studies! Poor thing, he's grown so isolated and ruthless. Although, if I were to suddenly die, I would not have to worry about the state of my affairs if they are in Sesshoumaru's capable hands. Let us hope it does not come to that. Even though he is certainly able to reign, he lacks experience. But…I am proud of him.

"Why are you smirking, chichiue?" asked Sesshoumaru without even looking up from his reading.

Masking his surprise with indifference, InuTaishou waved off the question as if he were swatting at a fly. He changed the subject abruptly, sitting himself across from his son. "What are you studying, my son?" he asked, glancing around the expansive library nonchalantly.

"The written prophecies foretold by the gods," he muttered monotonously and continued to read.

InuTaishou sighed and flicked his ponytail over his shoulder out of habit. "Sesshoumaru, how long are you going to continue this obsession of yours? It is akin to watching a kettle boil water; the more you watch it, the longer it seems to boil. My son, if you just let events unfold as they may, perhaps…."

"Perhaps what? I'm tired of basing my life on a prophecy that I'm not sure even exists. What if it was false?"

"Do not presume to question the gods!" InuTaishou burst, rising and slamming his hands on the table. "I heard with my own ears the words of the prophecy fall from the gods' lips. Do you doubt me? Do you think me a liar?"

"No, chichiue, never. I apologize." Sesshoumaru stood and bowed respectfully to his father. "I just…I'm so…frustrated. I just want to hear it with my own ears."

InuTaishou's eyes softened at his son as he moved around the table to embrace him. "Do not fret, my precious son. You may get what you wish for." He patted Sesshoumaru's pale striped cheek, smiled, and left the room.

That night, the eve of a lunar eclipse, the same night the prophecy had been foreseen many centuries ago, Sesshoumaru was visited by the gods in his dreams. They spoke the verses of prophecy to him and reassured him of his father's words.

…

That night was surreal yet uplifting, as was this night, the night of my mating with InuYasha, he mused over his memories as he turned over to watch his mate's chest rise and fall evenly with sleep, curled at his side with one leg swung over his hip.

He smiled and caressed InuYasha's cheek. He could already smell the life growing inside the hanyou's womb; the child of prophecy, his and InuYasha's. It was a long time before he fell asleep.

…

The next day, InuYasha couldn't help but smile at everything that moved. He couldn't be sure, but he would swear later that he caught Sesshoumaru grinning like an idiot at random moments as well. He almost wanted to giggle every time he made eye contact with his brother. He could feel that warm excitement bubbling inside his chest on the verge of exploding in hysteric chuckles. Miroku knew what InuYasha was feeling and he wasn't making it any easier for the hanyou by nudging and winking at him every so often.

InuYasha, upon waking that morning with tousled hair and drowsy eyes, had thought it was so sweet to find that a tray full of breakfast was sitting on a nightstand. Then Sesshoumaru had come in from his lavatory wearing only his hakama and made a beeline for his sleepy sibling. He pecked him affectionately on the forehead and nuzzled his cheek before coaxing the hanyou to sit up and eat.

After eating a delicious meal of fruits, meats, and eggs, InuYasha had decided he would have to take a bath to wash off the seed from his stomach that had dried and was now flaky, but he wasn't sure if he could trust his legs to carry him anywhere. After the way Sesshoumaru had fucked him, he was wondering if he would ever be able to walk again.

He slid from under the protective and cozy warmth of the bedcovers with every intention of making it to the bathtub, but…

He never even made it two steps.

Upon seeing his brother's nude form in daylight, the youkai couldn't resist. The hanyou was barely out of bed and barely awake, but that would soon change. He pushed his naked brother roughly against a wall as he slipped out of his hakama hurriedly. He slithered against InuYasha's body, pressing his already weeping arousal into the hanyou's thigh and smirked as he heard his otouto whimper. This time, he wouldn't be quite so gentle and the hanyou sensed this on some level that was purely instinctual. He hurriedly kissed up and down InuYasha's jaw, neck, and shoulders as if he were a drug and Sesshoumaru hadn't had a fix in months.

Gods, one would think that they hadn't had sex five times last night but, by that point the quivering hanyou was so hard and ready that he didn't care if it hurt; he just wanted to feel his brother inside him, fucking him so hard that he would see stars swirling around his head.

He moaned as Sesshoumaru snaked a hand to grasp his length and started to rub and massage at it heatedly. InuYasha cried out and slapped his hand over his mouth, biting his fingers to keep quiet, clenching his eyes shut at the onslaught of intensely forceful pleasure. If Sesshoumaru didn't slow down, InuYasha would climax sooner rather than later.

"Sesshoumaru! Slow down, nii-san!"

"Why?" asked the youkai in a low seductive purr that almost had InuYasha creaming.

He gasped, trying to catch his breath. He mewled, wrapping his arms around Sesshoumaru's neck and burying his head against the youkai's shoulder, writhing in his brother's tight clasp, and thanking the gods that he was leaning against the wall; otherwise he would have crumbled to the floor in a shuddering heap of arousal. "Because…I'm gonna-ah…I'm gonna cum!"

"Good," hummed Sesshoumaru as his pace sped up even more. The youkai smiled, truly smiled, as InuYasha shuddered and shot his load of cum into his brother's palm and stomach. There is no better feeling than that of my little brother spilling his seed into my hand, he thought.

As he massaged his little hanyou through the last vestiges of orgasm, he pushed his own forgotten arousal against InuYasha's flaccid organ. The hanyou, whose eyes looked foggy with orgasm-induce lethargy, looked about as awake as a comatose patient, much less alert enough to have another round of hanky-panky. But Sesshoumaru was anything if insistent. He hooked one of his brother's long legs over his hip, spread InuYasha's seed over his cock, and slowly pushed into InuYasha's entrance, which was tighter than normal because he had not taken the time to stretch and prepare him. InuYasha moaned and nuzzled his head against the side of Sesshoumaru's face, kissing him innocently on the cheek. He thrust slowly but deeply into the little hanyou, one hand braced against the wall.

"Slower, aniki. I'm still too new…and sore," whimpered InuYasha. Sesshoumaru obeyed his little mate's request; he didn't want to damage him.

He was frustrated, constantly on the verge of climax, but pulled himself from the precipice because he wanted his mate to be with him when he came. He felt InuYasha harden again as his underbelly pulsed alongside the heated flesh. Gods, he was going to make his brother scream!

He was rewarded with a loud surprised cry as he coaxed another pearly orgasm from his lover. Before the clenching of InuYasha's channel pushed him over the edge, he pulled out and, taking InuYasha's hand in his own, he placed it on his throbbing organ and pumped feverishly, his hand over InuYasha's smaller one, guiding him, until he came seconds later.

It had been fast, sloppy, and dirty, just the way he liked it when the occasional mood struck him.

They stood there, covered in cum and sweat, panting and staring at each other. "I really need a bath!" InuYasha suddenly whined as the corners of his mouth were threatening to curve.

Sesshoumaru had a mischievous look in his eye as he dropped to his knees and began to lick the semen off of his little hanyou's tight abdomen and thighs. InuYasha was slightly appalled, but oddly aroused as he watched his older brother "bathe" him. He was starting to get hard again and he mewled as he felt Sesshoumaru tenderly nip higher and higher up his inner thigh. InuYasha pulled away slightly and covered himself before Sesshoumaru had come in contact with his cock, blushing like mad.

Sesshoumaru's inner youkai instincts were angered that his hanyou mate had denied him, had denied that Sesshoumaru could pleasure him in that way. Well, he was not going to stand for it today! Last night had been different because it had been his little brother's first time, so he had let him call the shots. But starting today he would be the assertive dominant that wouldn't necessarily take no for an answer. No, he would not rape his brother, but there would be some heavy persuasion going on, and persuasion was a technique that he was highly adept at. InuYasha was no longer a blushing bride and the sooner they conquered his fear of oral sex, the better for both of them.

He grabbed InuYasha's wrists and brought them away from his crotch, pinning them against the wall in his large hands. One look from him told InuYasha to shut up and submit. There was no room for debate. He nuzzled the hanyou's thigh and, when he felt it no longer necessary, he let go of InuYasha's hands, assured he would not interfere, and parted the hanyou's legs.

His tongue darted past his lips to lick at the hairless scrotum that was presented before him. Soon his licking turned into massaging as he moistened the hanyou's quivering sacs. He kissed the crease between the two sacs as if it were his brother's lips. Then he moved from the sacs to the base of InuYasha's phallus and sucked fiercely, which honored him with an appreciative, breathy moan. He started petting the rest of InuYasha's phallus, steering clear of the tip to prolong this event, while sucking at the base. He moved up InuYasha's arousal inch by inch, kissing, licking, and nipping, traveling to the ultimate sensitive spot that would make his little hanyou go wild.

It felt odd, but in a good way. InuYasha decided he could definitely get used to this, but he still felt awkward and he didn't quite know what to do with his hands.

Sesshoumaru looked up from his work at InuYasha; his bangs were sticking to his damp forehead, his shoulders and collarbones were shivering vaguely and glistening with perspiration, his eyes had closed and his brows were furrowed, his lips had parted in a silent plea, his stomach was trembling, his breathing had hitched, his hands were clenched.

My wild beauty, Sesshoumaru thought as his tongue traced a circle around the slit in InuYasha's phallus and his fingers kneaded his scrotum. InuYasha was whispering his name now, over and over again, but he wanted to hear it louder.

He descended onto his hanyou's blushing tip and sucked for all he was worth, taking inch by inch into his hot cavern until he was deep-throating his little brother. InuYasha, not being used to this sort of stimulation, climaxed quite quickly, gasping and shuddering as his seed gushed in waves into his brother's mouth. He watched agape as Sesshoumaru swallowed the bulk of it, but retreated with a sting of saliva and cum attaching his mouth and InuYasha's cum-covered length.

The hanyou dropped tiredly to his knees in front of Sesshoumaru, unable to support his own weight anymore on his shaky legs, and leaned over to lick the seed off of his mate's lips. His own flavor wasn't as salty as he had expected…it was more tangy and exotic. He then pulled himself into Sesshoumaru's lap, tucked his head under his brother's chin, and debated whether or not he could summon the strength to get up and walk all the way to the bathing rooms to wash the evidence of their love-making from his body. Or, he could just stay in bed all day and let Sesshoumaru fuck him silly. That sounded like a better plan. But, if he washed now, he'd feel better, less self-conscious, and more awake so he could have enhanced and more active sex when he returned to bed. So, in the long run, he decided a bath was the way to go.

While he had been mentally arguing with himself, he hadn't noticed that Sesshoumaru had lifted him bridal-style and carried him to their bed, laid him down, and snuggled next to him. He sighed, reluctant to leave this cozy haven between his brother's arms, but he was on a mission, so he rolled over onto his side and hoisted himself from the bed and trudged towards the bathing room. Man, three orgasms in a row can really take it out of you, he thought as he padded to the tub.

The rest of the day had consisted of stolen kisses and quickies in closets, on desktops, futons, and really just about any surface. It seemed InuYasha was either making up for the two centuries of lost time or trying to set a record. Either way, Sesshoumaru was definitely not complaining.

…

Let it be noted that a pregnant InuYasha was a hormonal InuYasha; and a hormonal InuYasha was a scary InuYasha. A hormonal InuYasha could scream in rage one minute and cry in sorrow the next. A hormonal InuYasha could complain about his weight gain (which was only minimal) and then turn around and brag about it a moment later. A hormonal InuYasha could hate things that he had once enjoyed and enjoy things that he once hated, like broccoli.

A pregnant InuYasha regularly ate steamed broccoli and would turn his nose up in disgust at Ramen Noodles, complaining of the smell. A pregnant InuYasha also became obsessed with strawberry-covered Pocky and the ice cream that Kagome had brought from her era. In fact, more than once in the dead of night, InuYasha had poked Sesshoumaru to wakefulness and told him to send Kagome to her era for more ice cream, whining that the baby was the one who was craving the sweet substance. Sesshoumaru had rolled his eyes, but complied, and had convinced Kagome into bending to his pregnant mate's wishes. Being the good friend that she was, she had trudged to the nearest liquor store, with bleary eyes, tangled hair, and fuzzy bunny slippers, walked to the frozen freezer section like a zombie, then purchased the ice cream. After these incidences, she had made sure to keep Sesshoumaru's palace stocked with ice cream in case of InuYasha's midnight snack-attacks.

Not only did a pregnant and hormonal InuYasha crave ice cream, he also craved sex…a lot of sex. Sesshoumaru had always been secure in his stamina and endurance skills, but he'd be the first to admit that his pregnant mate was wearing him out. So after a few months of almost being literally fucked to death, Sesshoumaru had offered to give InuYasha hand-jobs and fellatio in exchange for some much needed rest.

Sesshoumaru monitored InuYasha's weight gain as his swollen belly was a little more pronounced. But InuYasha would not gain too much bulk because hermaphroditic youkai pregnancies tended to be short and their babies tended to be small…healthy, but small. So InuYasha no longer had a six-pack, but he had a smooth, almost-flat stomach that Sesshoumaru thought was oh-so-kissable.

Both mates dutifully read the baby books that Kagome had brought for them and, as the days ticked by, prepared to bring a new life into the world.

However, it was going to be a lot tougher than they had anticipated.

Japanese terms:

Aniki – older brother

Kanji – Japanese letters

Chichiue – father (formal)

To be continued…

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