DISCLAIMERS: I DO NOT OWN 'INUYASHA'! THAT HONOR IS HELD BY RUMIKO TAKAHASHI!
"The Right Choice"
Warnings: Language, mild violence, Inucest, YAOI (boyxboy) Don't like boy-love? Don't read :)
Some ooc, on purpose!
THIS IS RATED M FOR A REASON!
This is a chapter-specific warning: A little violence towards Sesshomaru. I promise he WILL be ok! He is my fave character, so I wouldn't let him get hurt badly! He only gets hit once.
A/N This is the first fic I ever wrote, and it is the first I've ever tried to post. Please be patient, I'm trying to figure out the process :) For what it's worth, I have written the whole 7-chapter story in my notebook, so I will not leave you hanging.
Chapter 2: Inuyasha's Inner Struggle
*"Sesshomaru, are...are you a submissive?"*
Inuyasha watched as Sesshomaru closed his eyes and turned his head away as if in shame. "I turn 500 years old in a few days. I was born to be a dominant, but I...I've never...I haven't ever.." Inuyasha struggled to suppress a surge of vindictive amusement. Was this proud, magnificent youkai trying to admit he was a virgin?! Inuyasha grinned as he sat down just a few feet from his brother. This was absolutely priceless, and he was determined not to help the demon out with his awkward admission.
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Sesshomaru could feel an unfamiliar warmth creeping across his cheeks. Was he blushing?! He could sense his brother's increasing amusement at his discomfort. Damn, he needed to get this over with, and soon. Taking a deep breath, he plunged into the shameful explanation, eyes still closed and head still turned away from the younger male.
"I have always had a dominant nature, but I have never lain with anyone. After almost 500 years, my inner demon has apparently decided it is tired of waiting. My youki has warped my entire being into a pathetic submissive." he finished in a rush. Still not daring to open his eyes, the demon used his other senses to determine his brother's reaction. Amusement was still the main feeling, but a vengeful anger was creeping in. Oh, gods! The hanyou had realized he was currently much stronger than the demon who had tormented him and his pack for so long.
Sesshomaru instinctively braced himself.
His baby brother had a perfect opportunity for the revenge he deserved, and he would be a fool not to take it.
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Inuyasha found himself staring at his regal brother. This heartless bastard had attacked him, hurt him, tried to kill him so many times, not to mention a lifetime of humiliating insults. Every time they had met, Sesshomaru had made his contempt and disgust about Inuyasha's 'half-breed' heritage clear, painfully so. Almost against his will, a growl escaped him as anger boiled inside him like a miasma.
Lunging forward, he grabbed the older male's chin. With a force that would have broken a human's neck, he yanked his brother's head to face him. Seeing that the demon's eyes were tightly closed, he growled fiercely. "Look at me, damn you!"
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Sesshomaru's eyes flew open at the command, seeing that the hanyou's face was only inches from his own. Fear spiked his heart. Inuyasha was so furious, he just might kill the youkai. The younger male snarled in his face, baring lethal fangs. "How many times have you hurt me? How many times have you made me bleed?" The grip on his chin tightened, causing him to wince.
Suddenly, the hand left his chin, only to rise threateningly.
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Inuyasha backhanded Sesshomaru with all the pent-up anger he held against this arrogant, hateful bastard that the Fates had made his brother. The 'crack' of the backhand echoed throughout the clearing.
What Inuyasha hadn't realized was that part of his hand had collided with one of the burgundy markings on his brother's face. Sesshomaru made a high-pitched yelp-scream and fell over onto his side. Inuyasha jumped at the scream and stared in shock at the demon, who was laying on the ground, not trying to rise, both hands covering the right side of his face protectively. Inuyasha's ears twitched as an unfamiliar noise reached them. The noise seemed to be coming from Sesshomaru, but it sounded like whimpering! There was no way...yet the whimpers, filled with pain and fear, had a deep quality to them that sounded like the youkai's voice.
Inuyasha's eyes widened. Had he hit Sesshomaru that hard? He realized the back of his hand tingled and stung. "Oh shit!" he thought frantically, all thoughts of vengance gone. "Why did I do that? I shouldn't have hit him!"
He started moving toward his demon brother, freezing when Sesshomaru flinched and started curling in on himself at his approach. The whimpering became louder and faster. Inuyasha frowned in concern as he realized his brother thought he was going to continue what he'd started with the backhand...Sesshomaru thought he was about to get beaten.
This wasn't right. Suddenly, it became essential to the hanyou that the older male NOT be afraid of him. He sighed and moved to kneel by the demon on the ground.
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Sesshomaru couldn't seem to stop the pathetic whimpers he was making, especially as he sensed his brother coming closer. The right side of his face throbbed, and he could deal with that. The bottom stripe on that side, though?
That bitch BURNED! The backs of Inuyasha's fingertips and claws had caught the marking and stung like a thousand of Naraku's nasty hell-bugs.
"Sesshomaru?" his brother's voice came softly. Thinking it was a ploy to expose himself, the youkai curled up tighter, instinctively trying to make himself a smaller target. He started shaking as he felt a clawed hand close around one of his wrists, thankfully below the markings there. "Sesshomaru, let me see." He could not defy the authority in his brother's voice and allowed his hands to be gently pulled away from his face. He heard Inuyasha gasp. "I thought you'd be bleeding, but you're not. Your marking, though..."
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Inuyasha smoothed the silky ice-blue hair away from his brother's face to get a better look. A red handprint covered the demon's pale cheek, but where the tips of his fingers and claws should've been, they disappeared into the bottom marking, which instead of it's usual dark pink color, was now the angry blue-purple of a fresh bruise. Damn.
That must be why Sesshomaru had yelped like a kicked dog.
"Oh Sesshomaru. I'm sorry. I didn't realize your markings were so sensitive." Inuyasha apologized as he smoothed the older male's long hair behind a pointed ear.
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Sesshomaru trembled as Inuyasha's claws brushed his ear. He had heard his brother talking, but his mind had not registered the apology, focusing instead on the fact that the powerful, temper-driven hanyou had discovered the weakness of his ultra-sensitive markings. Before he could stop himself, he was begging the younger male to spare them.
"Please, Inuyasha. I know you want to hurt me, and you deserve to, but...leave my demon markings alone. All my skin is sensitive; you'll be able to cause me a lot of pain without touching them." Sesshomaru's head was still on the ground, eyes staring straight ahead, only able to see his brother in his peripherial vision. He tensed as Inuyasha leaned closer, letting his eyes slide closed in defeat.
The hanyou he'd tormented surely intended to use this damn weakness against him, and he was not able to stop him.
Sesshomaru's whole body twitched when something soft and smooth pressed gently to the injured marking right in front of his ear. The pain began to fade. He sighed in relief, relaxing slightly for the first time since Inuyasha had found him.
Inuyasha...he had done something to relieve the unbearable pain. What, though? His eyes shot open as the smoothness moved closer to the sharp point of his wounded demon stripe.
Inuyasha was kissing his marking?! But...the pain was fading more and more.
The hanyou pulled away, amber eyes on the stripe, but Sesshomaru saw the younger male lick his lips. Then Inuyasha was talking.
"It actually looks a lot better. A little darker than normal, but at least it's the right color again. Does it feel better?" Sesshomaru nodded, not trusting his voice. "Can you sit up?" He nodded again and slowly sat up as Inuyasha shifted to give him space.
The demon brushed the grass and bits of dirt off of his left side, careful of his markings. His eyes widened, a frustrated little sound coming from him when he saw how filthy his knee-length hair had gotten during his time on the ground.
Inuyasha shifted closer and began carefully helping the older male get back in order, trying not to be bothered by the fact that his brother wasn't meeting his eyes. They didn't speak, each absorbed in his own thoughts.
Then, a familiar collection of scents reached the brothers.
Inuyasha's pack had found them.
End of Ch 2: Inuyasha's Inner Struggle
Alrighty then! That's the second one! Thanks for the reviews! I posted ch 1 yesterday, and this morning, I already had 5 reviews, so thank you! *hugs* This is a 7 chapter story. 'Good stuff' starts in ch 4, for the naughty ones that are waiting for that! I can't say anything, that's what I'd be waiting for too!
Sorry I hurt Sesshomaru, but he's ok :) What, was Inuyasha just supposed to forget their past?
I'm gonna try to post a chappie a day (it's what the plot kittens want), but I can't guarantee it'll be that regular. I can promise I will NOT just leave it! I have read many good fics that weren't complete, and it breaks my heart when I realize they haven't been touched in years :(