Feed me, little brother
"Yummmmm..."
Feeding time for the pup was always interesting to Sesshomaru. Inuyasha liked a curious combination of human and youkai foods with seemingly no rhyme or reason as to his tastes. He liked his peaches raw and his apples cooked. Chicken roasted and beef bloody. Cold water and warm milk, though that at least Sesshomary vaguely understood as it came from a warm body.
Still, the hanyou's eating habits remained elusive and mysterious to the young prince, and for the life of him Sesshomaru could not figure out if the hanyou was entirely mentally whole or not.
For today, the young pup decided that his favorite food was dirt.
Just. Plain. Dirt.
Inuyasha looked up from where he had made a delicious mud pie sprinkled with all of the little yellow and red flower bits from his mother's gardens. It looked quite nice in his estimation, and tasted even nicer too, what with the flowers and all. He didn't understand why Sessy was looking at him like that, or why his big brother's yoo—you—um, yo-ki did that confused thing. Maybe he should explain.
"Yasha like dirt. Pwetty dirt wit' lots o' flowers!"
"Yes, Inuyasha. I can see that."
"I make pwetty pie to eat!"
"Yes, Inuyasha, but why dirt? Why not some cooked food? Or perhaps you would like something raw?"
Inuyasha cocked his head to the side, thinking.
"No, I wan' dis pie, Sessy! Sessy wan' some?"
Sesshomaru knelt down to Inuyasha's level. The pup's mouth was covered in the disgusting mess, but he still had to resist the urge to lick those plump lips clean again, and again, and again...
"No, this Sesshomaru does not care for dirt, Inuyasha."
"Oh." Inuyasha's little face fell and Sesshomaru almost gave in to the temptation to take a spoonful of the madness just to see the pup smile.
Almost.
"Oh, wait! Yasha knows!"
Sesshomaru watched as stubby little legs jumped up and raced away, sending a trail of his youki after the toddler like a harness. Who knew what the adorable, infuriating imp would get into otherwise? But only a second later his ears perked to the sound of little feet running back and hoarse little breath panting out of a smiling mouth.
"Here, Sessy eat this!"
Sesshomaru looked up and nearly gasped, for in the hellion's greedy little hands were two of their father's prized summer strawberries—large and sweet, and ripened with slivers of his youki embedded in small metal stakes in the soil. The berries were abnormally large and took three human years to come to full maturity, with juices as red as blood and twice as fragrant.
Sesshomaru had learned long ago not to remove any of those berries from his father's gardens.
Who knew the poison whip could be turned into a poison paddle?
But every great love requires a great sacrifice.
Looking into the shining, limpid pools of adoration that were his little brother's eyes, Sesshomaru sealed his fate.
"Feed me, little brother..."
A/N: I was dying as I wrote this. We all know the THINGS YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO TOUCH according to our parents, right? For my father, it was his record player. Poor Sess-I guess he won't be sitting straight for awhile...