A/N: Warning! Spicy. Get a water bottle or two. Might make you Thirsty. ;P

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Inuyasha groaned and felt the blood rushing in his head. The wind seemed to be blowing a lot all of a sudden; it was tickling his face, but that wasn't enough to distract him from the pounding in his head. He went to reach and touch it, and felt the restraints-

Snapping his eyes open with a low snarl, he felt his jyaki rise and scrape against a familiar feeling, and his nose caught a familiar scent-

"Stop Thrashing, Inuyasha," Sesshoumaru muttered, "I found you like this, don't assume anything stupid. Rin was crying over you. You'll owe me for her tears, hanyou. And for saving your sorry hide from a stupid tanuki. And for the mess your mucky self is making on Lord Fluff-Fluff."

"Oh well Pardon Me Princess! Y'oughta left me to die then," Inuyasha retorted furiously, blushing hard as he realized he was, in the very most undignfied way, being carried by the Mokomoko-sama curled about his body, covered in grime, trussed up and-

And this was so Soft. Oh by the gods is it soft. He'd never realized before...

Inuyasha started to rub his face along the Mokomoko-sama. Sesshoumaru realized this after about thirty seconds and snarled irritably.

"Would you quit that?!"

"S-sorry," Inuyasha meeped out, blushing hard as he realized what he'd been doing, "it's just so soft, Ani-ki."

Sesshoumaru halted midair and stared at him. At first Inuyasha didn't even understand, and gave him a curious frown.

"You just called me...Ani-ki," Sesshoumaru said softly, and Inuyasha let out a noise of half-strangled surprise.

"U-uuoo, w-well you are, you Are my, my Big Brother, right? I mean Technically. You always call me Little Brother!" he protested, ears flicking madly as his face burnt bright red.

Sesshoumaru tilted his head curiously, then shook his head and frowned at himself, turning his shoulder and continuing to fly towards the town now, feeling irate and almost tingling. The dogfever was milder for him with his high poison resistance, but he still felt it touch his senses.

"You ingested a lot of dogfever. You'll be out of your head until it wears off. Don't trouble yourself with being odd in the meantime, with any luck it will pass before you almost get yourself killed. Which you'd better not do, kisama. I'd be furious if I had to use Tenseiga on you over a stupid tanuki, baka!"

Inuyasha coughed and stared, hard. Sesshoumaru felt a tiny bit of heat creep onto his cheekbones; a tiny blush pinkened the space between those stripes on his face, and he turned his head a little more as he added a further explanation.

"I also inhaled a minor amount of dogfever. It's not damaging to the body, it affects the mind of dog youkai, makes impulses harder to control. Emotions rise closer to the surface, expect, expect a lot of feelings of rage and passion and playfulness. Those tend to be strongest."

"Oh. Great," Inuyasha sighed, hanging his head, "so that's why you didn't untie me yet."

"No," Sesshoumaru grumbled, "I didn't untie you yet because I want you to Remember how Humiliating this is, maybe you'll learn not to get your stupid hanyou ass in trouble over a pathetic tanuki again!"

Inuyasha raised both eyebrows. Sesshoumaru scowled and moved both his head and his fluff so Inuyasha had no way to see his expression. Now they flew in silence-well Sesshoumaru flew, carrying his brother in that fur, until they were almost upon the village.

"We're going to take a bath first," Sesshoumaru muttered, "to get the residue of the dogfever off your clothes. And mine. It can seep into the skin and continue to affect you for a long time if you don't."

"You mean you're just gonna cart me over the village like-"

"Oh look, Lord Sesshoumaru found him! I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT LORD SESSHOUMARU! THANK YYOOOOUUUU!" Rin called up cheerfully and waved, "I'll be sure to let Kagome know just as soon as I get over to her!"

"I hate you," Inuyasha groaned and hung his head, face as red as his robe.

"Serves you right," Sesshoumaru growled at him, "it's your own fault, hanyou mutt. For someone as strong as you to be bested by a damn Tanuki!"

"You mad Ani-ki?" Inuyasha blinked and asked before he thought over what he was saying.

"You keep Calling me that," Sesshoumaru huffed, "because of the damn dogfever. And yes I'm Mad. I know how to handle this substance though. You have nothing to worry about, baka hanyou, if I wanted you dead I'd have left you to die. Why doesn't that ever make sense to you?"

"Huh?" Inuyasha perked both ears up at that.

"Nothing," Sesshoumaru huffed hastily, "nothing, Inuyasha. Bath. We need to get this dogfever off our clothes and ourselves swiftly. The longer it takes, the worse it gets."

"So you gonna untie me or you gonna leave me like this and scrub me yourself?" Inuyasha griped in annoyance.

Sesshoumaru snarled softly and drew the Mokomoko-sama with his brother over in front of himself, uncurling it as he snatched up Inuyasha by the cloth of his Fire-Rat, and slashing the bonds around his brother's arms, he scowled and dropped him-

Right into the hot springs he'd just come upon, and a huge splash and a spluttering string of curses brought him great satisfaction.

"You Fucker! Droppin' me like a sack o'rice, I oughta-"

"Quit your Barking, Inuyasha," Sesshoumaru growled as he floated down, then sighed and slipped his swords out of his sash and untied it to take off his armor swiftly, "I'll have to clean off too. Don't be so disgraceful about it."

"I ain't mad about takin' a Bath, I'm mad you just Dropped me like that, ya fuckin' jerk!"

"Get over it."

"Oh I'll get Over it alright," Inuyasha muttered irritably, "soon as I get cleaned off I'ma kick your ass, that's how I'll get over it!"

"You Bark So Much," Sesshoumaru hissed in great annoyance, "Just shut up."

"You bark so much, just shut up, oh lookit me I'm a pretty pretty-"

"DAMARE!" Sesshoumaru snappishly cut him off, whirling to seize Inuyasha's throat in his hand and squeeze tight, threatening to throttle him.

Inuyasha gasped as his eyes widened in surprise, but what was more shocking than that hand tight on his neck was how he suddenly felt about it.

"Wow," Inuyasha breathed, his own honeyed hues locked with Sesshoumaru's fierce molten golden orbs.

"What?" Sesshoumaru paused to study that unexpected reaction, confused by the sudden scent of joy rather than fear or irritation-

"Harder," Inuyasha whispered, lifting his chin and baring more of his throat.

"WHAT?!" Sesshoumaru yipped at that near-seductive breath, that plaintive plea that reminded him more of a whore's moan than his brother.

"Uuuhhhhhh," Inuyasha blushed furiously as his brother recoiled like his flesh was a scalding firebrand, ducking his head sheepishly while his ears flicked madly in embarrassment, "I, I uh, I dunno, I-"

"Dogfever," Sesshoumaru realized out loud, now relaxing slightly with this understanding of his brother's temporary insanity, "it's dogfever. Get a grip on yourself, little brother, if you don't control your urges soon you'll be eying even the knotholes in the trees."

"Oohhh," Inuyasha coughed and turned, still quite ashamed, "you weren't kidding," he added in an anxious voice.

"Of course I wasn't. Do I ever?" Sesshoumaru snorted, scrubbing some soapsand through his fine silks before peeling them off his skin, "this is such a Nuisance. Dogfever, of all things," he muttered quite to himself, grousing as he stripped down to get to his flesh, especially the parts where the smoke had billowed up within his clothing and soaked into his skin...

Inuyasha caught himself staring and turned swiftly, making a ripple wash by Sesshoumaru. Sesshoumaru ignored it as much as he could and started to scour his skin, finding that the dogfever had been mixed with something especially prone to sticking to him like a glue, maybe a kind of sap or alcohol sugar or starch, something that made it harder to clean off than usual. Now the effects were really starting to hit him, having been in his bloodstream enough to begin to seep into his mind with stronger effects-

"You don't," Inuyasha said after a minute, and with a strange frown, Sesshoumaru paused to look over his shoulder at the hanyou, realizing that by now Inuyasha had also finished scrubbing his clothes and stripping himself after the dunking.

"What?" Sesshoumaru asked again, this swiftly becoming his favorite word in this whole conversation so far.

"You don't kid around, not a lot," Inuyasha elaborated, tilting his head in thought as he studied the taiyoukai, "why is that?"

"Why?" Sesshoumaru frowned, and then, "Well why Would I kid around? It serves no purpose."

"It's fun," Inuyasha blurted, "don't you like Fun?"

"Fun is an unnecessary indulgence," Sesshoumaru shrugged, returning to scrubbing himself, eager to be rid of what was left of the dogfever on his flesh so he could keep clearing what was already in his bloodstream.

"Well so is fuckin' but I'm sure you do that," Inuyasha snorted.

"Not as often as you impulsive creatures, your human friends mate like the country is running out of lives to spare," Sesshoumaru said with a scowling retort, "and you seem to think I indulge in such things for the sensousness of it, but you'd be wrong. I have no time to be any kind of father to an heir, most women hold no interest for me, mostly it's just that my armorsmith prefers to be paid in-"

Inuyasha chuckled as he heard, literally Heard the audible click of teeth as the taiyoukai snapped his jaw shut suddenly and grew very quiet.

"Well that's one way to save money," Inuyasha said cheekily after a moment, and Sesshoumaru snarled low and whirled to punch him.

"DAMARE!"

"OOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!" Inuyasha yowled, for without realizing it, Sesshoumaru had hit the same spot that was still a knot on his head, and this made him falter and see a bright flash, woozing and almost sinking into the water, hand clutching at the bank to stay himself from it, eyes and mouth shut tight against the pain after that cry, ears flicked flat and trembling, a whine growing in his chest.

Sesshoumaru huffed and frowned and uncurled his fist. In truth he hadn't Meant to hit the poor hanyou right in that same spot, it had looked a nasty wound, something that would surely give him a concussion anyways even before he'd just made it worse-

"Hanyou brat," Sesshoumaru muttered, "try and Duck next time, would you?" he groused and sidled over, and without asking, he grabbed Inuyasha's wrist and moved his hand away from where it had reflexively covered the injured skull, "let me see that."

Inuyasha was stunned, offering no protest as he stared up at the usually stoic taiyoukai. The irritation was familiar, the assumptiveness, the total lack of respect for another's personal space, the commanding superior attitude-but there was something Gentle there now, something...

He prodded gently with the pads of his fingers, claws kept carefully out of the way, parting the hair in the area of the wound to get a better look and feel of it. His featherlight touches with the barest tip of a claw gave them both enormous amounts of sensory information. Sesshoumaru felt through his sensitive nerves the width and breadth and length of all the dips and swells of this knot on Inuyasha's head. Inuyasha felt the discomfort of that pressure on his injury, but more than that, he felt just how tender and careful that hand was, how cautious he was to do this as painlessly as possible. He felt his own flesh quiver under that touch, and a few tiny hisses escaped him at sensitive spots, but he kept himself as still as he could with this ministration.

Sesshoumaru sighed softly and didn't realize what happened to the expression on his face when he did. The hanyou's skull had a slight but very clear fracture on it; he could feel the separation of the edges of the bone as his fingers had roved over it. He wasn't sure if that had been the case before he punched him, but considering how mild it was now, he was betting his own impulsive blow had been the one to make that crack.

Inuyasha saw a flash of softness, and then a twinge of pain; was that...guilt? It sure looked an awful lot-

"I hadn't meant to make this injury worse," Sesshoumaru said very softly, very quietly now, the irritation he'd been stewing in now suddenly abated with a fresh dose of remorse, "I think your skull was intact before I just did that. Shit."

"What?" Inuyasha stared at him, and Sesshoumaru flinched slightly and turned his head.

"I think I cracked your skull," he sighed lightly, holding his thumb and forefinger about three inches apart at the claws, "about this much of a thin line of separation runs from near the center of your head to back behind your left ear. You probably already had a concussion and I just made it worse. I really hadn't intended that. Bad habit, I suppose. Fortunately you heal fast, and it's still nothing major."

Inuyasha stared harder. After realizing that Inuyasha was far more shocked than upset, Sesshoumaru frowned and narrowed his eyes.

"Are you so surprised that I could crack your skull? The scent of confusion on you could almost offend me right now," he grumbled.

"Uh, no, you've done that a dozen times before," Inuyasha murmured in slight awe, "but that's the closest I ever heard you get to sayin' you were Sorry for it."

Sesshoumaru blushed hard and coughed into one hand, shoulder tensing as he turned his head swiftly and realized...

Oh shit. Dogfever.

"It's just the dogfever," Sesshoumaru muttered quietly, huffing himself away from the uncomfortable subject of feelings, "I told you, it makes impulses and reactions harder to control. Some more than others, but really it affects the whole mind. Don't mistake me for a bowl of pudding, I've not gone so soft as to give you any mercy," he gruffed and started to scrub at himself again, avoiding the topic.

Inuyasha studied him for a minute, then smiled softly and started to scrub himself again. He winced when he began brushing out his hair though; the brush he had was soft but any pressure on this swelling lump was painful, and a few tiny whimpers and hisses escaped as he tried to clean up the crud around the wound even though he couldn't see it.

Sesshoumaru sighed after about three minutes of this. He knew it was the dogfever. He wanted to ignore this urge he had. But it was difficult, it was nigh impossible, to ignore those soft whines when they were His Fault. After all this time having left Rin here in the village to keep her safe and coming back around to check up on her well-being and human education, after all these years visiting the hanyou's turf and being rather easily accomodated by those he still reservedly showed mild disdain for...

"Let me," he mumbled, turning to place his hand over his brother's that held the brush, and Inuyasha let out a strangled noise of disbelief.

"Whhhaaaaa...?"

"You're aggravating your own wound. I don't want to hear you Crying," Sesshoumaru grumbled, "it comes out in a pitch that annoys my ears. You are such a Puppy. Let go of that, give it over," he ordered, touching the brush Inuyasha held.

Inuyasha was stumped. He let go of the brush, and Sesshoumaru began to very gently and carefully tend that wounded area and the hair that fell from it, exerting as little force and pressure as possible, fussing out the tangles, rinsing and washing out the blood, drawing off the filth-

At some point a few minutes into this he found the best angle he had was from behind. He shifted and let the fluff billow between them absently as he gently put his hands on Inuyasha's shoulders to still him in place before resuming. Inuyasha's blush went unseen as he felt that fluff tickle a few nerves on the back of his legs and sensed the closeness of his brother's stormy aura, back and chest mere inches apart. From how close he was hovering over his work, the taiyoukai's soft breath cascaded into Inuyasha's ears, he caught that scent of Sesshoumaru wrapping around his being by slow degrees, engulfing his senses until he couldn't focus on anything else...

About fifteen minutes passed, and without really thinking about it, Sesshoumaru, once finished with the area around the head wound, looked over the rest of the hanyou's mane. One long-fingered striped hand languidly reached up to slide through a thick lock of hair on the other side of Inuyasha's head and ran absently and slowly down. He frowned as he felt a few snags he didn't like; it made it impossible to pull off the same fluid flashy flick he did with his own hair, and that displeased him greatly. So he started to brush it out, quite forgetting to ask himself if this was something he should even consider doing or not. It was not in his nature to ask of himself if he had Permission to do something.

That gesture had brought his hand almost to touching Inuyasha's face, and the hanyou felt heat rush through his veins. A sharp reflexive jolt of self-control resisted the urge to respond to that how he'd Really Wanted to; he wasn't, he didn't think he was, and yet when-

Oh. Dogfever.

"Fuuuccckkkk," Inuyasha groaned as he realized that something had started to happen, and Sesshoumaru frowned and paused at that.

"What?"

"You. I mean me. I mean, I mean, Dogfever dammit!" Inuyasha whined and shifted his arm, and Sesshoumaru realized his hand was over his groin and he was beet red in the face.

"Nonsense, you couldn't handle it," Sesshoumaru snorted and resumed brushing, amused by the thought. Surely Inuyasha's tight little ass is as untainted by a cock as a virgin, but the hanyou's head would likely explode if I tried to mount him like an Alpha right nooooowwwww

WHAT THE FUCK?
Dogfever. Just dogfever. Only dogfever. What the FUCK!

Sesshoumaru's panic attack was much less visible, but the slight halt in his motions and the spike of his scent told Inuyasha two things.

Lust.
Panic.
Just like he was feeling, Inuyasha realized. Lust, and panic.

Unfortunately, this realization did not give him any sense to go with it, it was a nanosecond of knowledge, a mere observation that they both felt the lust, that his anxiety was high and that he wanted desperately to say something, something to goad the taiyoukai-

"Keh! I always handled everything you dished out before!"

"Kono Sesshoumaru shows more mercy to his foes than his ukes," Sesshoumaru growled out, but his growl snapped short and fell in the middle of the glottal guttural sound as if suddenly he went mute. He started to hastily pull away, his hands moved off the hair, his body was up against the rock wall of the hot spring anyways but his fluff started to-

Inuyasha's impulse was something even the hanyou himself didn't expect. He reached back one hand to grip behind him and clutch at a muscular thigh that didn't belong to him, and his ears flattened slightly in a submissive feeling, and his body bent just so, back arched a bit, hips poised, shoulders pulled back. It was a posture that could only mean arousal, coupled with the grasp at Sesshoumaru's leg...

Sesshoumaru growled low in protest. He was annoyed, and he didn't know what bothered him most. That Inuyasha was maddeningly taunting him, that he was thinking about letting it happen, that he didn't know if that could count as rape, or who would be raping who if it was, and what about-

Oh Shit.

"You uncouth mutt," Sesshoumaru hissed and started to push him away, lowering his hands from hovering near that hair to shoving against those shoulders, "don't Accost me for your dogfever-induced delusions! You have a Wife, you know!"

"But she's Fragile," Inuyasha whined, "and she can't beat me like you..."

"You sick pup," Sesshoumaru snarled and tried to shove him away further, but his force was less resistant, his words softer, "that's your own fault, it's what you Get for screwing around with Humans. Besides, don't your mortal friends find familial intercourse to be disturbing?"

"I won't tell if you don't want 'em to know."

"You couldn't hide it if you tried."

"None of their business!"

"Kagome would sit you until you confessed. And then until you died afterwards."

"Not'uh! She was the First to tell me I acted like I wanna fuck your brains out! Showed me somethin' in a psy, psych, psyyiiiii-I mean, I uh-"

Sesshoumaru's eyes were narrow as he grabbed the hanyou's shoulder and spun him around swiftly to stare face to face.

"What?"

Inuyasha cringed. He couldn't hold that demanding gaze, and his face fell. He huffed and hung his head low, ears flat, face red, body shaking as he clenched one fist and mumbled curses under his breath at himself for a few seconds before answering.

"Sango was talkin' about somethin' one day, somethin' to do with dog youkai, Kohaku was askin' questions 'cause he said he's seen a lot of 'em actin' strange lately. He wanted 'er to tell 'm about the behavior of average dog youkai, not the strong ones like us, just the regular, the run o'the mill dogs, y'know. An' she told 'm a lotta things, one of 'em bein' that, that he'd hafta watch for, that s-ss-sometimes brother dogs travel in pairs an' mate rather'n takin' a female 'cause the, the way they wrestle when they're puppies, they try an' figure out, wh-who's the Alpha and who's the Beta. An' she said, an' she told 'm those are the most dangerous ones 'cause they know the most about fightin' an' tend to have the highest t-tolerance for p-pp-pain, an' then KAGOME said, she said that sounded like, like you an' me, an' she started bringin' out all her books from her modern school that got left behind here those years she was gone, an' readin' off-oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh what am I SAYING?!"

Sesshoumaru had simply stared at him this whole time, his cool gaze calculating all these words as they spilled from his drugged brother's lips out of his addled mind, and now he let an awkward silence fall between them as he absorbed the weight of those thoughts.

"Well," Sesshoumaru began after a long, tense, unholy pause of awkwardness, "is it true?"

"Uh, are regular dogs really like that y'mean? I dunno, I thought you'd know more about that than me!" Inuyasha protested, turning his head.

"Not my question, but on that note, she's not wrong," Sesshoumaru snorted softly, "if you'd been one of my Mother's pups and had grown from birth to maturity around me and still acted defiant of my authority by the time you reached puberty, I'd have likely trounced you until you submitted in that manner."

"What?" Inuyasha whirled to look at him, and Sesshoumaru caught that look of shock and felt his own face redden.

Dogfever sure loosened This Tongue, he scowled at himself.

"You Heard Me," he snarled low, displeased with his own openness right now, "but don't forget, you're asking me while we're both influenced by a heavy dose of dogfever. And mounting for Alpha dominance is a far cry from the gentility of the passions you share with your human wife."

"So that part isn't strange to you?" Inuyasha asked, and he wore a curious expression of a cross between a frown of confusion and a filtering grin of beginning to understand that finding this out meant-

"Probably no more than it is to you," Sesshoumaru huffed, and then, "So, is it true?" he repeated.

"Uh, is what true?"

"Was Kagome right?"

That question was loaded. Inuyasha could tell by the sudden lack of all pretense of emotion. There was no curiousity, no anger, no desire, no inflection, no expression, nothing but a stoic, blank, careful calculation of expectations, a measuring of his pause and his response.

Inuyasha felt heat rise to his face. He knew he was blushing hard, he was red as a tomato all over right now. He sought a hint of something in the shroud of those golden eyes so alike his own, but they were hooded now, carefully controlled, guarded, waiting. Inuyasha felt his pulse and his breath quicken as his mind couldn't help but drag his eyes into roving over the rest of that face; those beautiful stripes, the indigo moon in the middle of his forehead, those dignified eyebrows, more elegant than his own bushy ones, that perfectly sculpted nose, and the thin line that hid the mouth below it, his lips pursed slightly in expressionlessness, hiding his fangs, keeping his tongue prisoner...

Inuyasha's mind hovered on that mouth for a brief moment; he pictured it opening, maybe in a small gasp, envisioned catching a flash of the pink of that tongue laying there, and wondered if the taste of his mouth matched the sweet scent of his breath. He could tell the taiyoukai had a sweet tooth, he sometimes caught a whiff of fruit lingering on him, once in a while he even smelled like honey or sweet saps or-

"Well?"

Inuyasha snapped his eyes back up to lock his gaze with Sesshoumaru's.

"Yeah," he finally let out a soft breath and lifted his chin subconsciously, his throat baring itself in this confession as his voice grew just slightly hoarse with a surge of conflicted emotion, the raging impulses of the dogfever crashing over the fear of rejection in a maddening fast unstoppable tilt of his sanity, "she was right."

Sesshoumaru's hand on his shoulder spasmed, the grip tightening and then loosening, twice, and one eye twitched slightly. He took in a slow and forced inhale through the nose, then let out a soft exhale that made no sound, visible only by the settling of his chest.

"It wouldn't be fair to fight you for control right now. You're already injured and drugged. Actually," Sesshoumaru hissed through his fangs, a sharp twinge of irritation spiking in him, "we're Both drugged right now, and you'd likely regret-"

"Not if you wouldn't, an' I'm not too injured to fuck," Inuyasha whispered hastily, and when he realized he had, he coughed into his sleeve, "I uh, I, that is, uh, it's been, I didn't just...for a few months, I was just never gonna say 'cause you, well you're...you, an' I thought-but you're drugged, so I guess-"

"Shut. Up," Sesshoumaru snarled, his grip suddenly tightening until it was nearly painful, claws slightly penetrating flesh, making tiny little punctures in that shoulder, "I still won't Beat you into submission when you're already injured."

"Then don't," Inuyasha whispered, trembling, ears low, voice choked with emotions, hands feeling clammy with nervous anxiety, and he licked his lips, forced himself to lock his ambergris with those roiling molten pools of lava, and in a tiny voice, the barest breath, "I'll surrender."

Sesshoumaru grew very pensive. His face drew blank again; his eyes betrayed that he was thinking hard, which he could no longer hide, but they didn't tell exactly What he was thinking. He sought the deepest wells of his brother's pained, hopeful, agonized feelings that reflected in the glow of those honeyed depths. He sensed regret-a reflex to having spoken out this secret. He sensed fear-for the same reason. He sensed all of these things for that reason, it was all obvious to him, the hanyou wasn't hiding much right now.

What he did Not Sense was a lie. There was no dishonesty in that posture, the shoulders slightly lower than their usual high set, the ears flat in a submissive gesture, the tilt of the chin allowing perfect unhindered access to the vulnerable neck without looking like a haughty pose. He held both arms away from resisting that grip on the shoulder, baring himself, openly, trusting even...

He could smell the lust and the apprehension, but not dishonesty. Inuyasha really did want this. Apparently he's wanted it for a long time...

What probably surprised Sesshoumaru was that, once assaulted with the thought, he found himself aroused by it too.

Dogfever...probably had a lot to do with that.

But on the other hand...by saying that Kagome had told him that about himself, the implication was that...she already knew Inuyasha would let this happen if there was ever a chance of it. In fact, her mention of it in such a manner probably implied permission in and of itself-

No. No. He couldn't pretend not to know better. He had to at least Ask.

"Wouldn't it be cheating on your wife?"

"She said if it's got a dick and not a disease I can give 'er it's fine," Inuyasha snorted and flicked one ear, smiling wide at that, "but I'm glad you're not the guy who wouldn't be considerate of that."

"Considerate? Hn," Sesshoumaru snarled, a hiss of irritation rasping out between his lips that sounded like a cover-up for a small relief, "I'm about to show you just how Inconsiderate I am. Have you ever done anything with a male before, Inuyasha?"

"Uh, no," Inuyasha blushed, "not seriously. I tease sometimes if me an' Miroku are takin' a bath but I never actually do anything with 'm."

"Well," Sesshoumaru huffed and unclenched his claws from his little brother's shoulder now, "the worst thing you can do to yourself is fail to be adequately prepared the first time. Don't make me Explain that to you either, you're not Dumb," he gestured with a tiny blush.

Inuyasha coughed hard and flicked his ears, then sloshed out of the springs and went about a hundred yards downwind to go make sure he was Completely Prepared. Neither of the two of them would say it-Sesshoumaru wasn't typically vulgar enough, and Inuyasha would be too embarrassed, but they both knew that Fucking the Shit out of someone was actually much more pleasant when it was an expression of speech and not a literal description of events.

Risking feeling very, very weird about what he was going to do next, Inuyasha paused after...making sure he was Ready, and wondered if he'd be best off being...extra sure. How he would do this was a bit of a mystery for a few seconds, but then a thought struck him and he decided it'd be worth trying. He carefully licked his pinky finger with a little bit of extra slobber and shifted to reach around and...

It kind of tickled, and he flicked and wiped his finger off hastily and scowled at it. Then he ran it along the grass and licked his next one to do the same, sure he wasn't feeling as clean as he wanted to yet, dammit all...

Careful as he was to make sure his claws didn't puncture that soft envelope of flesh, he squirmed as he felt a little bit of excitement race in his mind, setting off a soft spot that he wanted to linger at instead of-

No, focus! And he hastily swept it round in a circle and pulled back again, and it was less gross this time, and he grumbled and griped and he wiped that on the ground too and went to his other hand, slobbering that pinky and reaching once more...

After the next one he was satisfied; nothing odorous had left that time, just a tiny bit of slime he figured was a mix of his own spit and some natural moisture. Not knowing how else to deal with this odd situation, he spat on his hands furiously and rubbed those fingers all over grass until it smelled...well, more like Grass than Ass. Figuring he'd have to be satisfied with that until he could return to the soapsand and the hot water, Inuyasha wriggled himself loose of tension, sprinted back to the water, and slipped in with his hands already scrubbing his soapsand before he could hear any kind of immediate order or protest.

Sesshoumaru watched this behavior with just a tiny hint of curiousity; in truth it didn't much confuse him, being dogs, their sense of smell was far too keen to appreciate even the faintest hint of unwanted unpleasantness left behind. What was curious was the lack of hesitation in the hanyou's demeanor. He was eager, even though he knew he'd be the submissive, even though he knew he still has a tight virgin ass...

"Hhmmm," Sesshoumaru noised out loud, and Inuyasha paused to look over as he watched that taiyoukai's head tilt slightly at him.

"Uh...what?" Inuyasha blinked after a long minute of just being stared at, feeling his body redden once more.

"You're a virgin. Well, you're a virgin to Being Penetrated," he corrected himself casually.

"UUuuhhhhhh," Inuyasha coughed slightly, "I guess that's right."

"You're clean enough," Sesshoumaru decided for him, and with a slow but purposeful two long strides, he was upon the hanyou, his stormy scent filling Inuyasha's nose, crisp, heady, Dominant, radiating an Alpha musk that leaked out of his being when he felt aroused...

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