1 comments/ 11935 views/ 3 favorites The Last of Their Kind Ch. 01 By: HimeAndi The scent drifted to his nose, hated yet intriguing. He casually looked at his friends who were setting up camp for the night. They'd failed to find a town that would allow their unusual group to stay within their walls so with nightfall coming, they'd stopped in a small stand of trees for protection. His gold eyes fixed on Kagome, but her image was suddenly superimposed by Kikyo's, making him shake his head. The double vision came on him and and then, and he hated it more and more. Kikyo and Kagome were not the same woman, no matter what Kaede or anyone else said. When had things gotten so complicated? Why had this happened to him; he was just unprepared for love and soft emotions. Why didn't he just accept that he wasn't allowed to love? Everyone he loved died or was torn from him… The scent drifted by again. He was downwind of him, but they were too close. His shoulders stiffened as a daring idea came to him… Preempt the strike that was sure to follow being scented… "Inuyashaaah!" Kagome called. His head snapped around to stare at her. She had been walking towards him but hesitated under his glare. "Ano… Do you want some noodles tonight?" she continued timidly; she knew that glare meant he was snappy at best. She could always control him with the rosary, but… "No thanks. I just need some privacy. I'll be back later, Kagome." He said quietly. ‘I hope I will at least… ' Sesshomaru shifted away from the small sparse campfire Jaken and Rin had set up. He felt restless and thought maybe a run for running sake might help. He'd not fought or stretched himself for a few weeks now. Cracking his neck, he slid into the shadows and headed for the grassy plain at the edge of the forest. Just as he set foot outside the tree line however, he sensed another presence almost on top of him. He had Tokijin drawn and blocking the attack he knew was aimed at him in a heartbeat, and then blinked in shock as he recognized the sword he'd blocked. "Tessaiga? What foolishness is this Inuyasha? You can't think to defeat me; you know that's not possible for someone like you." He said curiously, shoving his sibling's sword back and bracing himself for another attack. Inuyasha smirked, revealing a fang insolently. "Sure, keep saying that, Sesshomaru. I've beaten you every single time we've fought, why shouldn't I expect that I can beat you this last time?" he slung the massive blade over his shoulder and lifted a brow at his somewhat baffled older brother. Sesshomaru tilted his head down, eyes shifting to Inuyasha's bare feet. His eyes drifted back up the younger males form, taking in the red cloth of his clothing, the saffron colored shirt under his haori, and the clawed hands, his white hair and genki ears, before settling on the boy's face. Though he'd never tell Inuyasha the truth, he looked startlingly like their father, in some ways more so than Sesshomaru himself did. Sometimes the hatred Sesshomaru felt for his sibling waned enough that he wanted to try and improve the boy, force him into a river for an hour then dress him as befitted the second son of such a powerful being as their father had been. Maybe he could stop this fire of anger from consuming him if Inuyasha looked worthy of the respect that had been reluctantly forced into Sessh's mind… So deep in his musing was he that when Inuyasha rushed at him he barely blocked the attack, actually stepping backwards under Tessaiga's offensive. The fang-forged swords rang as Inuyasha used a new technique on his brother; accurate but rapid blows raining down as fast as he could swing the sword. Sesshomaru blocked the blows of course but was stunned that he felt them rattling his arm. He danced back then rushed back in, slashing with Tokijin's power but found it deflected by Tessaiga's. The brothers closed repeatedly, ignoring the occasional cut and buffeting from the screaming sword auras. Both were surprised at how this fight was unfurling itself, but refused to show it. Then Inuyasha got a good swing at Sesshomaru's hand, and cut it off at the wrist. The hanyou froze in confused shock as Sesshomaru stumbled backwards, fire blazing in his eyes. His youki flared as he knelt and stared at the dismembered hand, still clutching Tokijin a few yards away. All he had to do was place the stump of his arm to the appendage; the hand would simply reattach and then he'd kill his cursed sibling once and for all… Except Inuyasha walked over and rested the tip of Tessaiga upon Tokijin, staring down at the bloodless, severed hand. Tokijin shuddered and then lay still, obviously cowed by the sudden defeat to its enemy blade. Sesshomaru froze, an unaccustomed fear icing his veins. If his brother destroyed his hand… it had been hard enough to learn to live as a warrior with only one arm. Trying to replace that arm had shown him the futility that would accompany replacing his hand. He would become dependant on Jaken and Rin, he'd have to forget his vengeance upon Naraku… he would become useless… Inuyasha knelt and picked the hand up, tugging it free of the sword handle and shivering with unnamable emotions as he looked at the graceful fingers and deadly claws. He jammed Tessaiga into the ground and stared blindly, a claw tracing the two adorning stripes on the heel of the hand. He felt… strange. He'd finally defeated his brother, but it was a hollow victory at best. He felt like a criminal, like he'd committed a wrongdoing, and he didn't like it one bit. Slowly he looked up at the seething Sesshomaru. For once, he really searched the youkai's face. And for once he saw into the proud, aloof façade. His brother was frightened. He could smell it, see it in his eyes. He'd dropped his right arm so his long sleeve covered his indignity, but they both knew what he was hiding. Why bother? Sesshomaru was seething, but also a strange calm was descending over him. He daydreamed about leaving now, just walking away. He was sure he could find a fitting place to die, alone, and peaceful in the new realization of just why their father had acted as if Inuyasha was the heir, not his firstborn son. He felt himself going cold, not realizing he was bleeding badly from the avulsion. He just felt resignation and a sort of epiphany about his little brother. He stood slowly, and Inuyasha stood also. "You've finally defeated me in an equal fight. I see now, why you are… Good bye Inuyasha. Please tell Rin to find a place to call home." He said softly. He turned and started walk for for the mountains in the distance. He knew they were riddled with demons just ready to feed on someone like himself; they'd absorb his power and he'd find oblivion. Inuyasha gaped at his brother then flushed with anger; anger directed at himself. He'd more than defeated Sesshomaru; he'd destroyed him with one lucky blow. All their fights came back to him. After the his two "visits" Sesshomaru would fight him to a certain point then back down, leave him alive and mostly unharmed. Sesshomaru had come to Kagome to explain that she had to make sure his hand never left Tessaiga in battle. He'd actually saved Inuyasha's life a few times in sly ways. What had possessed him to attack his brother, who had shown no really desire to kill him in at least a year? Sesshomaru was sunk so far into his withdrawal that he didn't hear Inuyasha's feet pounding to him. The bleeding had stopped at last, thanks to his metabolism, but he hardly cared anymore. He actually bumped into his brother when the young hanyou planted himself in the youkai's path. His eyes lifted slowly, their golden color now a flat yellow, like any street cur. "Sesshomaru, I am sorry, I didn't… understand. I can't let you go on maimed this way; here." Inuyasha held out the hand, but the demon simply stared at it. The boy blinked as well, then took his brothers elbow and lifted his arm. Sesshomaru jerked backwards, frowning slightly. "What are you doing, Inuyasha? Don't touch me." He said, the familiar growl hinting of itself in his voice. Inuyasha huffed in return. Try and help a guy… he grabbed the arm again and growled in warning. "I am trying to put this damn hand back! We're both demons, we both know it will just reattach, so be still!" he said. Sesshomaru glared at him unbelievingly. Why on earth would Inuyasha give his hand back, when they both new he'd take this indignity out of the hanyou's hide? Yet the younger male was shoving his sleeve back and staring at the severed hand warily. "Will it go back the way it should or will it stick and have to be cut off and redone?" he asked curiously. Sesshomaru opened his mouth indignantly, and then paused. He felt laughter bubbling inside him now. This was absurd, ridiculous… would the hand go back or did it need to be positioned just so… "Good question. I assume that like the arms I tried to replace this left arm with, it will adjust itself." he said and chuckled. It was damn silly. He couldn't help it. He didn't even know why he was laughing, but it burst out of him anyway, making Inuyasha back off a bit warily. Sesshomaru shook his head and held his arm out encouragingly. The hanyou nervously eyed him as he held the hand in place. The tendons and muscles sprang forth and wound together once more, then the seam where the severing had happened closed and faded, until to human eyes, the arm was whole and looked like it had always been so. Inuyasha could see a hairline scar though and felt the shame of his action again. Sesshomaru however was laughing with near hysteria. He lifted his hand and curled his fingers into a fist then shook them out, shaking his head. He looked up at his brother and nodded, gasping for air. "All right, Inuyasha. You won round one…" Inuyasha blinked then felt himself flying through the air, jaw throbbing. "Damn you, Sesshomaru!" he snapped and then winced; his jaw felt broken, what a jerk! He flipped and landed, only to sense Sesshomaru was behind him. He spun and got a blow to the chest, making him sail backwards now and land in the dirt. He grabbed his bruised chest and wheezed; dammit, he should never have given that hand back! Again he was lifted to his feet, and before he could fall over in pain, was punched square in the face. He fell backwards and grabbed his nose, which was not broken despite the power of that blow, and glared daggers at Sesshomaru. He saw that reattached hand reach out and yelped, ducking despite himself. He felt the fingers curl into his hair and then haul him up by the white locks and toss him up into the air painfully. He flailed and tried to right himself midair but got a solid kick to his rear and flew again, tumbling across the ground. He rolled to his side and whimpered in agony, even as his body began to heal; his jaw was already barely a dull ache in his head. Sesshomaru had never hit him this hard before, he suddenly realized. So he'd been right, Sesshomaru had stopped trying to kill him, but when, and why? Sesshomaru walked over to their abandoned swords and retrieved Tokijin, sliding it in place in his obi. Then he took Tessaiga and ignoring the cracking of the offended barrier upon the blade, brought it to Inuyasha. The younger male eyed it and his brother with trepidation. However he also smelled burning demon flesh. He growled; beating or not, he hadn't given that hand back just to watch it get burned off! "Drop it Sesshomaru. It's burning you to ashes; drop it!" he said and painfully rolled to his feet. Sesshomaru smiled serenely and handed it to him. "Hai. I know, and it felt good, that pain, because I have a hand to feel it… I do not understand why you'd help Sesshomaru regain his pride this way. But…He thanks you, Inuyasha." His voice dropped until it was a mere whisper, but to the astonished Inuyasha, it might as well have been a shout. Facetiously, he stepped forward and pressed his hand to Sesshomaru's crescent-adorned forehead. "You feeling okay? Did losing all that blood make you nuts? You never cared to thank me for anything before…" he said. The brothers froze at the sudden and soft touch, the very first time they'd ever touched without intent to harm or kill each other. Sesshomaru's skin was cool and soft; the crescent marking seemed to be slightly raised and was definitely warmer than the rest of his skin. But that wasn't what made Inuyasha pause. The instant shiver over his skin, and the warmth that flared in his blood was what made him stare at his brother with confusion. Sesshomaru for his part felt a similar response. The hand on his face was warm and surprisingly soft despite the small calluses from wielding a six-foot long sword non-stop. His nostrils flared as he watched Inuyasha flush with equally confused emotions. What was possessing them? The youkai couldn't help moving his head ever so slightly into Inuyasha's hand, so the fingers seemed to caress his forehead, watching the blush deepen on his cheeks and his frame shiver. Sesshomaru was hardly a virgin, but he knew instantly that his brother certainly was. Somehow it didn't matter to him. Something was urging him to take his little brother and… he was shocked when Inuyasha's eyes flashed red and blue for an instant and the young hanyou leaned up along his body to kiss him. Sesshomaru didn't fight him; on the contrary, heeding the current between them he slung his arm around Inuyasha's slight frame and pulled him closer. His mouth opened for the hanyou's questing tongue, expertly drawing him in and twining his own long tongue around it, sucking it sensuously. Inuyasha moaned into his brothers mouth, confused by the chills that broke out on his skin, at the feel of his brothers tongue on his, but unwilling to draw away. Sesshomaru felt a hand wind into his hair as another snaked behind him to clasp his shoulders. He in turn slid his hand down to grasp his brother's tight ass and smirked against Inuyasha's demanding mouth. "Easy… I am not going anywhere for a while yet." He said quietly. The slender body against his trembled, but he wondered if it was delight or fear that make the boy quiver. He didn't really care right now; his skin already prickled with sensation from the slight contact they had between then. Whatever instinct was driving them this way, he had no inclination to fight it. He nuzzled Inuyasha's face aside and licked his cheek, dropping to lick and nibble his neck and jaw. Inuyasha made a softly strangled noise as hot and cold washed over him in waves, his claws digging into Sesshomaru's flesh as he fell further into the spell his instinct was weaving around him. He came around slightly as his hands hit the bone plates of Sesshomaru's demonic armor. Without a thought, he skillfully unlaced the sides and tugged it loose, scrabbling and untying the obi by happy accident, his eyes screwed shut the entire time. Sesshomaru was reluctant to step back however, even to let the armor slide down his hips but since Inuyasha was so eager, he felt he had to oblige. Inuyasha held Sesshomaru's head to his neck as he felt the armor drop away from his brother's body. He gulped for air, not realizing he'd held his breath in his excitement, and feeling lightheaded because of it. Sesshomaru deftly untied Inuyasha's obi and then wormed his hand under the heavy silk of the saffron colored shirt he wore under the fire-rat haori. Inuyasha's eyes opened at the touch; he'd never been touched like this, with a touch so soft and caressing. It felt good, and made him shiver again as Sesshomaru's claws flicked and then pinched his nipples. He suddenly realized he felt hot, despite the cool evening air, and pulled his haori and shirt off at once. Instantly Sesshomaru slid his hand around behind him and grabbed a handful of his long white hair, tugging it so his head arched back sharply. Inuyasha grabbed his shoulders for balance and stared upwards as his brother traced his collarbones with his tongue and fangs, then pulled harder on his lock of hair, arching the hanyou back even harder. His mouth wrapped around Inuyasha's right nipple and sucked, tongue flicking the hard little nub. The low moan that shook his brother's throat was most gratifying and thrilled him more than a little. Inuyasha bit his lower lip as his bones started to melt and his blood boiled. He relaxed and followed Sesshomaru's lead as he slowly dropped them to their knees. He perched himself over Inuyasha's thighs, his hand releasing his white hair to delve into the hanyou's pants… "Sesshomaru!?" Inuyasha cried as his brothers hand wrapped around his stiffening member and started stroking smoothly. Sesshomaru chuckled. "Yes, Inuyasha?" he squeezed then reached further down to knead the boys testicles, drawing another confused cry from him. The hanyou whined and writhed as Sesshomaru alternated between stroking and squeezing, his mouth wandering hungrily over his chest and neck. Inuyasha's back was stiffening and his hips nudged into Sesshomaru's stroking. His skin felt like it was too tight, as if he was going to burst out of it any second. Inuyasha was still clinging to his brother's shoulders as Sesshomaru lifted his head and nibbled the hanyou's lower lip. "What is wrong, Inuyasha? Don't you like it?" he purred against his brothers lips. Inuyasha's eyelashes fluttered as he moaned and shook his head. "I feel so tense… and hot…" he gasped. Sesshomaru dipped his tongue into Inuyasha's mouth and rubbed pearls of precum down his aching shaft. Inuyasha's hands suddenly dropped and encircled his brother's hand, moving it faster over himself with a whine. Sesshomaru smirked at that, and reached up to lick the edge of his velvet-soft ear… Inuyasha stiffened and bit his lower lip as fire raced through his veins and exploded in his belly, his body throbbing and shaking with the pleasure of it. Sesshomaru watched his pale cheeks flush as his body jerked and he stared sightlessly back into his brothers face. Finally Inuyasha slumped bonelessly against his brother, as both the fire and his vision faded, though the pleasure stayed, curled in his belly and shuddering along his bones pleasantly. Sesshomaru shifted them both so that the hanyou leaned against his shoulder, licking Inuyasha's cum from his fingers before sliding his still sticky fingers into the hanyou's mouth. He unthinkingly sucked his own essence from Sesshomaru's digits, licking and scraping his teeth against his fingertips. Sesshomaru felt his still simmering arousal rising even more at the sight of his innocent little brother performing this perverse little act and leaned closer to him, nuzzling his cheek then purring into his ear, "You are responsive, very responsive, Inuyasha… I would never have guessed." The ear twitched at his breath blowing over it, so he breathed into it again. Inuyasha shivered and looked up at him, eyes still glazed with desire and curiosity. "Sesshomaru, you… I want to touch you now…" he purred and nipped his brother's chin. Sesshomaru lifted a sleek brow but laid back at the gentle urging push on his shoulders. Inuyasha smirked and stood over him, removing his loosened pants then kneeling and tugging his brother's boots off. Sesshomaru looked him over openly, taking in his slender yet strong build, his long graceful legs and sleek flanks. The recent fighting had left a few bruises and cuts on him, but they hardly affected the boy's undeniable beauty. On the contrary, those marks made Sesshomaru feel possessive of that pale, virginal flesh, as if he'd marked him as his. He realized that Inuyasha was watching him look and seemed to like it. He knelt and tugged Sesshomaru's haori and shirt off and then untied the youkai's pants. Slowly he tugged them over his sleek hips and down his powerful, shapely legs. There was no mistake now that Sesshomaru was fully male; he'd been hiding a lithe yet powerful physique under those stiff silks and youkai-bone armor plates. Inuyasha's eye fell on the huge fur; he grabbed it and doubled it up before pushing it under Sesshomaru's shoulders. The Last of Their Kind Ch. 02 Sesshomaru's pale cheeks were flushed and his lips parted as he breathed hard, eyes closed lightly. Inuyasha blinked and slowly slithered up his slick flesh, but waited warily in case he wasn't welcome. His brother's arm lifted and pulled him to his side... "There is more... when the moon rises... we'll be ready, Inuyasha... rest your mind now..." his claws glowed bright green, making Inuyasha gasp in shock. The poison bathed his face, sucked into his lungs and ate everything it touched. The hanyou collapsed as his body demanded he sleep to recover... ---------- Inuyasha's eyes fluttered open to stare full into the moon's shining face. His shoulders rested against a tree's roots, which cradled him as if carved to fit his narrow frame. He stared at the moon a while, trying to remember... green vapor... "Hey! You poisoned me you asshole!" he yelped. "I didn't want you to sneak off while I rested." Sesshomaru stepped from the darkness next to him, the moonlight casting him in silver and blue, and taking the angry words from his throat. His hair fell over his left side, hiding the fact of his lost left arm. Inuyasha's mouth moved silently as the flush, then the tightening and the hunger returned in a wave. Sesshomaru knew it too, by his smirk. The youkai knelt between his knees and leaned to his face, eyes closed. Inuyasha gulped nervously as Sesshomaru's eyes opened slowly, his face so close it blocked out everything else. "Are you still angry, Inuyasha?" his lips brushed the hanyou's as he spoke, and the hanyou's own lips pursed as it to catch them in a kiss. Sesshomaru pulled back a tiny fraction and stared into his eyes as his hand slid up a slender leg and teased Inuyasha's inner thigh. He gasped, his ears drooping as he flushed more, and begged with his eyes for that hand to touch... to touch... "Well? You were so angry a moment ago." Sesshomaru said, his claws dragging to his hip and tracing patterns on his skin. Inuyasha squeaked then shook his head. "N-no... not mad..." His voice was faint, and it was all he could do to not look down as Sesshomaru's hand slid closer to... "That is comforting." Sesshomaru drawled and backed away, lowering his head to trace his collarbones with his lips. Inuyasha lifted his hands but stopped, not sure what to do with them once he did so. Sesshomaru's wandering hand curled into the white hair at the base of his already stirring shaft and tugged on them playfully. Inuyasha blinked and swatted his hand then yelped when fangs dug into his skin. His hand retreated and the fangs withdrew; the tugging stopped as the fingers slid up and trailed over the hot eager skin of his member. Inuyasha bit his lower lip and moaned very softly in his throat, making Sesshomaru smile and nuzzle his cheek before dropping to his chest again. "No, no more holding back. Lovers like to hear those sounds that say I like that, I love thatInuyasha. Don't be ashamed to voice your pleasure." he said against a hard and sensitive nipple. Inuyasha moaned again, loudly and openly, his hands slowly dropping to rest on Sesshomaru's shoulders. The hand on his shaft moved slower, and looser, like he himself had worked his brother, making him shiver and his skin get damp. "You... you said there is more... before..." Inuyasha whispered suddenly. Sesshomaru's hand slid to the base of him and then stopped. He nodded, his lips sliding over the boys pectoral and nipple wetly. "I did, and there is. But I want you ready for that. It's much better if it isn't painful. So relax, and trust me, no matter that I do." He didn't look up; he just stroked his handful again and nibbled downward, backing his whole body away as he went. Inuyasha couldn't clear his mind enough to process his brother's words. He didn't really want to either. His body was melting into the ground and the tree that cradled him, his breath was ragged and slow as his focus narrowed to the few inches of skin his brother was touching, and kissing. He jumped slightly as Sesshomaru about flopped to his left side next to his hip and lifted Inuyasha's right leg over his shoulders and side. His fingers trailed down over the boys testicles, smirking as the hyper sensitive skin tightened and shifted under his touch. The moan the hanyou released was very nice and dripping with enjoyment. He slid his finger up along the side then back down the other side and blew a cool breath on the skin and then bit a laugh back as the boys body flexed and shivered. As nice as this was, and as good as it felt, it didn't really add any passion to his subject, so he moved down further, eyes moving to watch his sibling through his silver bangs. Inuyasha was flushed and looked like he'd been running for miles. His skin was damp, his lips parted as he breathed, and his eyes narrowed with concentration. Sesshomaru lifted his arm and pressed his fingers into Inuyasha's mouth. "Suck them, Inuyasha... make them nice and slick, do it for me and yourself." he purred. Obediently, the hanyou sucked them, grasping his wrist to move them out and back slowly on his own. 'This seems to come naturally to him, the little hentai,' Sesshomaru thought as his own member started stiffening from the sensation of his brother suckling his fingers. Inuyasha's tongue was not as smooth as his own, but it was still warm and wet and his mouth soft and sucking with a naturally enticing rhythm. Sesshomaru pulled the slick digits free and then pressed one of them against the boy's entrance. Inuyasha's buttocks tightened reflexively, earning a growl from his brother. "Trust me, Inuyasha." he said firmly and pressed the finger into him slowly. He relaxed as best he could, not sure he liked this at all, until Sesshomaru angled his hand up a bit. The youkai's eyes lost focus as Inuyasha watched them as he sought for something inside. Sesshomaru's eyes focused just as Inuyasha felt an incredible jolt of sensation, a tidal wave of pleasure rippling through him. The youkai smirked as Inuyasha's toes curled and he gasped in shock. "That's very nice. Now relax, and it will get even better." Sesshomaru said softly, his voice almost a whisper as he pulled his finger out a bit then fed a second one into him. Inuyasha moaned and ground his teeth as the sensation repeated, a shuddering heat followed by a warm glow that grew with each stroke into him. Now that he'd relaxed, , he also noticed that the pressure at his entrance was also enjoyable, but almost eclipsed by this spot inside him, and the intense sensation it made. Sesshomaru leaned closer watching his hand and the reaction of the boy's manhood as it swelled and bobbed in time with his rapid heartbeat. After a few moments, Inuyasha seemed o be coming to a climax, so he pulled his hand free with a cruel smirk. "Don't! Don't stop, please!" Inuyasha cried, his fingers digging into his own thighs in frustration. Sesshomaru tsked. "I won't, but you aren't allowed to do that yet, Inuyasha." he purred and tickled the boys shivering opening. Inuyasha almost sobbed with need but waited as ordered, ears almost flat to his skull. Sesshomaru finally pressed all three fingers into him, earning yet another long drawn out and openly voiced moan from his brother. He drove his hand harder this time, with more speed, and stopped when the boy came too close to orgasm. Inuyasha was a writhing whimpering mass within a few moments, his thighs bloody from clawing his own flesh. Sesshomaru leaned over and licked the blood from his left thigh, then moved up and mercifully sucked his shaft into his throat. The hanyou gave a shuddering moan as the wet hotness of his brother's mouth drove him wild. Sesshomaru's tongue swirled along his length then flicked the slit at the head before he slid his head down, taking most of the hard length into his throat. The boys hips jumped up and he began to beg for release. He didn't even know what to ask for, but he was eloquent in his pleas. Sesshomaru drove his fingers harder against the gland inside and pulled his mouth up and off the shaft licking his lips and looking up at the boys red face. "Yes, you are ready at last..." he purred and pulled himself upright. He pulled his hand free and dragged Inuyasha forward a bit roughly in his excitement. The boy's face bumped his thigh on accident, but to the youkai's surprise, he grabbed his slender hips and about devoured his manhood, sucking on it as he had just done for the younger male. Sesshomaru's head bowed as Inuyasha swallowed his length, one hand cupping his balls while the other wrapped around his hips. His mouth was so hot and he was squeezing his girth, tongue rolling it around the head and drawing shivers from his brother's frame. Sesshomaru's claws curled into his hair and his teeth bared as he was washed with surges of sheer pleasure. He almost forgot his intent, it felt so good... "No... Inuyasha, stop." He growled, then grabbed a thick lock of white hair and pulled the boy off him, albeit reluctantly. Inuyasha licked his red, wet lips and looked up at him as if asking silently what he'd done wrong. Sesshomaru bent and lifted his chin. "I am delighted with your eagerness to please me, but I intend to please us both... turn around, hurry." He said softly, his thumb brushing along the quivering boy's lower lip. Inuyasha complied with gratifying swiftness, and felt Sesshomaru's knees push his further apart. He was not so naïve as to not know what was about to happen, but he was so aroused he didn't care. He pushed his body back at his brother's and felt a clawed hand press on his hips, holding him still. "Reach back and take it in your hand, little brother..." He said quietly. Again, Inuyasha obeyed with no hesitation. He pulled the sleek length to his own entrance and heard Sesshomaru make a soft sound of appreciation. The youkai grasped himself as well and stroked its wet head against Inuyasha's relaxed and eager entrance, then pushed against it firmly. Thanks to his massaging, the boy moaned with eager anticipation, not pain as the shaft sank into him, a small nudge at a time. Sesshomaru was sweating with the effort to not force himself into the boy, but he was nothing if not controlled. One thrust, then two and finally he was seated firmly inside the crushing hot grip of his brother's entrance... His hand slid up the damp back before him, noting how Inuyasha's head hung down and his hands gripped the grass beneath them. Slowly he pulled back and then sank in a long stroke, repeating his motion as he shuddered at the sheer pleasure of his bothers bodies embrace. Tight and hotter than he'd imagined, and so eagerly accepted; Inuyasha's hips pushed back to meet his forward lunges into him. The hanyou braced his hands and knees wide apart and shoved with all his strength, each thrust driving the full length against that sweet spot Sesshomaru had worked inside him before. His whole body was rippling with ecstasy, he couldn't see or hear, he could have been set on fire, and he wouldn't have cared. His teeth clenched as he strove to reach the orgasm his brother had denied him all this time. Sesshomaru was now assured that his brother was unharmed and enjoying himself so he dropped his careful controls and grasped his hip in a grip of steel and slammed deep into him, pulling out and plunging deep again. He arched his hips into the hanyou's as he thrust harder and harder, eyes squeezing shut as his blood boiled in his veins, his claws dug deep into the soft flesh of Inuyasha's flank, the tang of his blood adding to his enjoyment. He pulled his claws free and then reached up the boys back and scored his skin again, shoulder to buttock. He felt Inuyasha jump then shudder around him as slid his arm around the boys hips and leaned forward, licking he blood and sweat off his back. His hand wound around Inuyasha's aching member and worked it in time with his thrusts. Inuyasha screamed as he came hard, his seed spurting and coating Sesshomaru's fingers as he shook and jerked under him. Sesshomaru laid his cheek on the boys back and bit his lip, a high whine erupting from him as the rhythmic grasping of his shaft inside him drove him over the edge as well. He spilled into him; Inuyasha was only dimly aware of the hot wetness as his arms wobbled and gave out. Sesshomaru clung to him as they fell to the side, lying on their left sides and spooning together, still joined. Sesshomaru nuzzled Inuyasha's shoulder and smirked. The hanyou was gasping and shaking still, moaning softly as shocks of pleasure still shot through him now and then. He was feeling good himself, his spent member held inside his brother's heat luxuriously. His hand drifted down Inuyasha's flank and stroked the still softening shaft with a teasing touch. Inuyasha hummed and to Sesshomaru's pleased amazement, shifted his hips into the touch, then back at his hips, his ass tightening as if trying to entice Sesshomaru to do yet more to him. "You are insatiable, aren't you, boy?" Inuyasha nodded and chuckled. Sesshomaru nipped his skin sharply. "You think you can make me able to perform so fast simply because you're so damn tight inside?" he almost yelped as Inuyasha clamped down on him and moved away slightly then relaxed and pushed back into his not quite soft manhood. He continued to move this way, clasping and relaxing, back and forth, and was definitely getting a surprising response from the interested Sesshomaru. "You are a bundle of teen-aged hormones, Inuyasha. You're also contagious." He growled as he felt his body respond with a surge of excitement, his shaft hardening again already. His head turned so his golden eyes could catch Sesshomaru's, a fang glinting in the moonlight as he reached back and stroked his hand down Sesshomaru's striped side. The youkai hissed and pressed his body closer, his hand tightening on the boy's member. There was nothing for it then... he pressed his hips into the boys curving rear then pulled back and pressed close again. Inuyasha chuckled in triumph and braced a foot against the tree roots so he could push back against Sesshomaru's thrusting. Not to be overwhelmed by his brother's demands, Sesshomaru did the same and dug his teeth harder into his shoulder. Inuyasha growled as well and arches his back forward, which drove his ass harder yet at Sesshomaru's driving hips. Sesshomaru started to pull back suddenly, making Inuyasha grabs at his hipbones wildly. "What are you..." He whimpered. "Trust me Inuyasha." Sesshomaru said quietly and pulled away, then pressed his sibling flat onto his back. Inuyasha stared up at him as his hand curved under his back and pulled him up along his thighs as he sat on his haunches. "Hook your ankles over my shoulders..." he said as he nuzzled a muscular calf. Inuyasha was blushing again; they couldn't do it like this... men and women had sex this way, but they were both male so how could he and Sesshomaru... he lifted his legs anyway and felt the hard head of his brother's manhood at his opening again. He just couldn't stare into those smug gold eyes, so he looked past his shoulder at the moon as he felt it open him, felt his body ripple with pleasure as it advanced into him. Sesshomaru leaned over him as he slid into his heat again, and pushed up off his haunches, balancing the boy on his shoulders. Inuyasha's arms flung out for balance and his eyes snapped to Sesshomaru's in alarm. The youkai looked serious as he held still, feeling the slight tremble of Inuyasha's body then pulled back so slowly... and rammed himself full into him again. Inuyasha gasped at the rush of sensation this caused and held the ground as his brother thrust with every growing speed and strength, his hand holding his hip. The passion and hunger rose like a wave in the hanyou, making his eyes narrow as he licked his lips and dared to let go of his bracing with one hand. He ran his hand along his own belly and wrapped it around his own shaft and pumped it in his own timing, to Sesshomaru's perverse enjoyment. Inuyasha's right leg slid down then around his hips as he began to move with his brother adding to both their pleasure. Sesshomaru watched his brother stroke himself and started matching the motion with his hips... up and down, in and out... the boys cheeks flushed as he caught his lower lip between his teeth. Sesshomaru bent over his sharply and pressed him closer to the ground, his hand slapping flat to the earth as he sought then found his brothers swollen lips with his own. Inuyasha moaned into his mouth and shook under him, his left arm rising to clasp Sesshomaru's neck and hold him to the kiss. The pace slowed at this, and both gasped from the corners of their mouths, refusing to let go as the warmth in their bellies ignited to fire. Inuyasha's body clamped on Sesshomaru as he stiffened, his orgasm tearing through him like a volcano. He made a soft cry that the youkai drank into his own mouth eagerly, moving with agonizing slowness inside him. His eyes closed as he saw red, joining the hanyou in his climax, shaking above him as the pleasure shivered through him. He slumped onto the limp form of his brother and panted, his body too weak from the orgasm to move. Inuyasha moved them for him, winding his arms around him and rolling them to the side again. The movement broke their connection and Sesshomaru felt his fur brush his foot when they settled. He flicked it up with a foot and then pulled it over them, more to prevent any prying eyes seeing his brother's body than because of the chill... The Last of Their Kind Ch. 03 When Inuyasha faded back, eyes closing and going limp, Sesshomaru sat up and looked down at him warily. He'd not been this tired, or this overloaded by sensation in years. He slowly pulled away and sat back on his heels. Inuyasha curled onto his side and smiled, lost to the world, for the moment. "A bath then... and then we'll see how the tide has turned." He said softly. He rose and padded to the stream not far away, where he could watch the sleeping hanyou and be sure he didn't flee suddenly. As he washed his skin with soft sand from the bottom of the stream, he pondered the evening's events. He knew why they had happened, well he had a theory. He was just amazed that he couldn't stop himself. The urge to go and fondle and taste the white haired boy sleeping so deeply was unbearable. He didn't like being controlled by his own flesh. However, that flesh wanted something of him that he couldn't provide. In fact, it was entirely his own fault this had happened. Inuyasha was a pawn to their blood, to their nature. Sesshomaru's body wanted a mate. However, he'd not seen a female of his kind in a long, long time. Inuyasha was just unlucky enough to be of his breed and young enough that his hormones confused Sesshomaru's body. He couldn't help himself, neither of them could. It might be best to leave himself.... But he couldn't. He looked down at his once again erect manhood and sighed. "He's had more than enough. He's too young for this sport." He snapped to himself. The erection mockingly ignored him. He ducked under the water then stood, his hair falling sleek behind him and shrugged. Fine, self gratification might just clear his muddled mind. It was hard to think of anything other than relieving the tension in his belly, truth be told. He was about to wrap his fingers around himself, despite the fact he knew it wouldn't help, when he heard Inuyasha stir and call for him. He looked up, flushing at the idea he'd almost been seen like this; he'd seem more insatiable than the young hormone driven Hanyou if he'd been seen. "Sesshomaru..." Inuyasha sat up and yawned. Damn his teenaged stamina and ability to recover so fast. "I am bathing. Go to sleep." He called. Of course the insolent whelp ignored him. He rose and walked towards him, smiling blurrily. His eyes missed nothing as he stepped into the stream too and leaned up to nuzzle the taller Sesshomaru's neck. "You didn't wake me to help you with this... why not?" he asked softly. The hint of worry made the youkai flinch and sigh. "I don't know. You were not going to respond anymore, ne? I think the idea of a limp partner made me not want to bother." "Well, I am not limp now." Inuyasha said and pulled him closer to the shore. The water was still up to Sesshomaru's mid thigh when Inuyasha stopped and grasped him. "How do you want it this time...?" he asked. Sesshomaru eyed him and shook his head. "I don't think I can take you again, Inuyasha... so relax and hands off." He said, not unkindly. The boy lifted a brow and a spark of the stubbornness they shared flashed in his eyes. Sesshomaru's eyes narrowed. "Hands off, Inuyasha." Inuyasha's hand tightened and moved over him insolently as he lifted a brow at him. Sesshomaru's hips shifted into his grasp despite his words. "Hands off?" Inuyasha said eyes shifting downward to watch what he was doing and his brother's reaction to it. Sesshomaru growled and forced his hand to push the hanyou away. "Inuyasha." He snapped, his voice cold and aloof once more. The hanyou bristled then yelped as he felt a leg swipe his knees and knock him off his feet into the water. He spluttered as the youkai held his head under a few seconds then lifted him out to breathe. "Don't be so eager, you hentai!" Sesshomaru chuckled. Inuyasha grabbed his right leg and tugged uselessly; Sesshomaru was prepared for possible retribution, it seemed. The younger male pouted as he was lifted to his feet again, and shook his hair out. "But you are..." he started, but got a finger to the lips, stopping him. "Let me explain first. Then we shall see how we feel." The youkai said seriously, and led him back out of the cool water. Inuyasha realized the sun was going to rise soon; Kagome and the others would probably bee searching for him... Sesshomaru felt the boy tense up next to him and slid his arm around his shoulders, forcing him to sit on the abandoned fur. Predictably, his touch forced all thoughts from the boys head, making him wince a bit at the subterfuge. If this was the result of mating, he was not sure he wanted a mate at all. He preferred to have a life and a partner he could talk to or live a life with outside the bedroom. Inuyasha was flat blinded by his presence and his touch; it was as if he was enslaved to his brother's scent or youki. "Inuyasha, why is it you think we've been having sex tonight? Why don't you question the morality of it, or the fact that before tonight you were as straight as an arrow?" he asked bluntly, hand still on his shoulder. Sure enough the hanyou blinked at him blankly. He stepped back and sat across from him and repeated himself. Slowly the golden eyes seemed to clear and the hanyou titled his head as if pondering. "I... didn't think at all... I don't know why or how this happened. Especially with.... my own flesh and blood. Not that you ever cared to call me that before." His voice was dropping as confusion rose; Inuyasha's hands rose to cover his face as he curled up into a ball of shame and bewilderment. Sesshomaru felt his chest squeeze, and forced it to stop; he did think differently of his brother, but he was not going to get foolish and lightheaded over the boy. He dared not touch him in any case; that spell would descend and make this more and more painful to unravel anyway. "Listen as I say this Inuyasha, because I will never utter these words again. Listen!" the boy looked up, shivering in his bafflement and moral struggle. What they'd done had felt good, in more ways that one. He'd felt wanted, even loved for the first time since his mother died. Sure Kagome loved him but he didn't dare touch her. She scared him in some ways and the fact that eh couldn't keep her was never far from his mind. She would leave him, as all others he loved had left... as Sesshomaru now as trying to do, obviously. "Inuyasha. I was wrong to despise you for your human taint. I was wrong to belittle you. You are indeed Father's heir, not myself. And I do respect you. I might even care for you, a little." Sesshomaru said uncomfortably. He shrugged a strange sight with the missing arm hidden as it had been all night, under his silver hair. He looked away and sighed "I don't wish to coerce you though, my brother. And unfortunately, my mere presence is enslaving you." "I don't understand. How? Why? You respect me? But you tried to kill me, in Fathers tomb and when you worked with Naraku..." Sesshomaru's eyes snapped to his as his fangs bared angrily. "I said I was wrong! That is all I will say of that past, Inuyasha! Just because you have become something to me, don't push my tolerance." He snapped, and this utterance threw Inuyasha into a serious confusion. He meant something now? Sesshomaru cared about him suddenly? "As for being enslaved, I mean that literally, you cannot help but desire me... I know this much of you, boy; you are no hentai. You'd never try to entice me to take you like you just did, not once but twice. It is our blood calling to its like." He lifted his hand and stared intently at you Hanyou. "I want you to concentrate hard upon who you are, and what you feel when I touch you. Do not move, nor speak, just feel and listen to your body." He said and laid his hand on the boy's cheek. Instantly Inuyasha felt the stirring inside him, his skin tingling and pulling with each breath. His manhood swelled and it was all he could do to obey and not touch himself or reach for his brother. The hand left and after a few breaths, he felt coherent again. "What the hell was that!?" he gasped and leaned backwards, eyes wide. "How did you do that to me?" "I am not controlling it, boy! It is simply what we are... we both have Inu-youkai blood in our veins, and in me at least, it seeks a mate of its own kind. You are young yet, not fully grown, nor mature. You are in the stage where you have a female's scent and hormones in you as well as the male that will rule you eventually... and it is confusing both of our bodies. That is all. If this had happened before your body started changing, or when you had fully matured.... Well it wouldn't be likely to happen at all." He said bluntly. Inuyasha felt himself blushing; his body changing had been hard for him. No one had explained it, and no one cared how he felt, how confused and even scared he'd been of the process of puberty. He did remember that Sesshomaru had come upon him once when the process had started and simply said to not be concerned about his funny voice or his gangling body. He hadn't said why, but he'd also not cuffed him or sniffed in scorn. That was one of the few times he'd felt... accepted by his brother, before this night. "So, that damn change hasn't finished yet? I know I am still shorter than you are, but then Mother was short, I just figured I was not going to be tall like you and dad." He mused. "Still, I am a guy, not a girl ..." "Trust me Inuyasha, there is no other explanation. I've never felt so overwhelmed by my flesh before, and I have had females of our kind in my bed. They were not of our status, and that makes some difference." It was Sesshomaru's turn to flush in embarrassment. "My body wants to make you my mate, which is pointless. We cannot make pups, nor can we go off and be a pair, but at some point we are going to have to go back to our lives, Inuyasha. The question is this; what do you want of me, now that we don't hate each other?" "I don't want us to hate... and..." the hanyou paused, biting his lip. He was confused by his own wants and desires. He didn't know what he wanted; his brother's mere presence was distracting him so badly, he couldn't think. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to stay right here with Sesshomaru, to touch that pale skin and kiss that softened, delicious mouth... but what of when the sun rose? When Kagome and the rest found them? What would happen once they had one-hundred feet between them? One-hundred yards? "I want to feel this way again, Sesshomaru. I don't want to lose this." He said with a sigh of resignation. "But, Inuyasha; it cannot last. As you mature, this heady desire will fade. You will cease to want me, and I you. It's not real..." he was startled at the blaze of anger in the boy's eyes at his words. "Don't you tell me it ain't real! It's fucking real, dammit!" the hanyou launched himself at Sesshomaru and knocked him back, his arms winding around the youkai's shoulders as he kissed his mouth into silence, his hand wound into the silver locks and holding the taller male captive. Sesshomaru arched his body and grabbed a handful of white hair to pull him away but it was too late. The chemistry between them took over and made his mouth open to his brother's kiss. Inuyasha's body pressed against his, rubbing their flesh together sensuously as his hands drifted down the striped sides to make Sesshomaru shiver. His skin broke into chills, and before he could think, Inuyasha flipped him to his stomach and straddled his thighs, running his hands over the striped back and hips, pushing his silver hair out of the way so he could lean forward to lick and kiss the russet markings. Sesshomaru's body was wracked by shivers of pleasure, his claws dug into the tree roots as he moaned and writhed under the hanyou's ministrations. Inuyasha trailed his fingers over the crack of his ass and sighed; their feelings weren't real, ne? His leaned back up to Sesshomaru's ear and breathed into it, licking the pointed tip slowly. "Tomorrow can wait a little longer." he purred, and smirked at the soft moan he got as a response. He stroked and teased the youkai's skin a little longer then slid down, licking down his spine and kneading his rear. Sesshomaru's head tilted to the side, not sure what Inuyasha was planning, and not sure he cared, as long as it felt this good; to hell with his aloof controls. Still his eyes widened as he felt his bothers tongue and fangs nibbling his ass while his hands pushed outward on his inner thighs. "You little hentai..." he breathed as he obliged the hanyou and felt the boys tongue probing his opening slowly. The warmth that flooded his veins made him melt under the boy's mouth, his moan long and ragged as Inuyasha stabbed his tongue into him and reached under him to lift his hips and gain access to his throbbing erection. One hand wrapped around his member, the other kneaded his testicles and that wicked tongue was the final straw; he had to regain control or... But Inuyasha wanted his brother's release more than he himself did. He felt Sesshomaru gather himself and held him tight, growling and nipping his ass cheek sharply. Sesshomaru growled as well and looked back at the hanyou with blazing eyes. "Are you sure you want to..." he gasped and shuddered as the hand on his shaft moved with more speed and pressure, distracting him badly. "...to do this and miss out yourself, Inuyasha?" he purred. The hanyou licked up his back and rested his cheek on his slick flesh. "You don't want me to do it for you?" he asked softly. Sesshomaru finally broke away and the hanyou gasped as his back hit ground with a thud. Sesshomaru swung a leg over him and settled with his head over the boys groin with a chuckle. "Oh yes, do what you want and I will do the same..." he rasped and bent to lick his shaft with a long, eager tongue. Inuyasha smirked and hauled his hips down, shoving the youkai's knees forward to continue his lapping at his brothers opening and testicles. Sesshomaru leaned on his elbow as he swallowed the boy's member and started sucking in long smooth strokes, claws teasing his inner thigh in the same rhythm. Inuyasha shivered and tried to focus on what he was doing, but the mouth on him was too distracting. His hips twitched up with each downward motion of the youkai's head, and his throat s wit with soft sounds of pleasure. Sesshomaru pulled away a moment and kneaded his testicles, counting as he waited for the boy to calm a bit. Inuyasha's teeth sank into his thigh instead. He blinked and looked back at the hanyou and snapped to let go of his thigh. He got the distinct impression he was being coerced into finishing what was started. However, Sesshomaru was not about to be told what to do; he jerked his leg away from the sharp fangs, ignoring the pain and the blood to pull Inuyasha up, flinging his back to the tree above them. The hanyou licked the blood from his lips and blinked as his left leg was lifted so his knee was nearly over his shoulder. Sesshomaru leaned in close to his face, fangs bared. "You want it to be rougher this time, ne? Have a taste for my blood, do you little brother?" Inuyasha opened his mouth to protest, to deny he'd meant any harm when he felt Sesshomaru drive into him with one thrust. His head snapped back as pain and pleasure fought for dominance, each driving motion into him both a searing pain and a wave of incredible pleasure at once. One arm rose to cover his eyes as the other hand dug into the tree's bark for support as his brother slammed his whole body into him with each thrust. His back dug into the bark, which was rubbing his skin raw, and Sesshomaru's claws had punctured the skin of his flank; he felt blood trickling down over his curving buttock in hot rivulets. He felt Sesshomaru's teeth sink into his neck, low by the shoulder and moaned in alarm. Sesshomaru pressed his body harder to the tree, and then held his shaft with a tight grip. His hand was nearly as rough as his thrusts, but the boy didn't care. He was shaking and jerking at each motion his brother made into him, his nerves flaring and making him see white. The Youkai whined as his climax rushed over him, his hips jerking spastically as he spilled into the hanyou. Inuyasha whimpered as his brother pressed closer then froze, leaving him hanging on the edge of climax himself. He tried to worm his hand between then, and find his own release, but Sesshomaru was pressed too close, and he still held the hanyou's shaft in an iron grip. He pressed his hips at him with a moan. "Please, Sesshomaru..." he begged, making the youkai's eyes open with a start. He saw the flush on the boys cheeks and felt his erection, unabated in his hand and felt slightly embarrassed at his cruelty in leaving the boy behind. He nuzzled Inuyasha's neck and licked the blood from the bite as he stroked him, and then dropped to his knees, taking him into his mouth again. Inuyasha's hands dove into his hair as he loudly voiced his enjoyment. His hips pressed his member deeper into the youkai's throat, his head arching back as he felt Sesshomaru's hand slide between his thighs and two fingers slide into him to massage that spot inside him... He yowled as he came, bowing over the greedily suckling Sesshomaru's head and shuddering. The fingers inside him didn't stop massaging, and the lips around him didn't stop moving over him either. He shook harder, feeling ready to pass out from the pleasure Sesshomaru was wringing from him. The youkai didn't relent, his actions forcing the boy's blood to remain boiling, and within moments he came again, this time going totally limp and falling to the side. Sesshomaru flopped next to him, curled by his side, and felt his eyes flutter closed in exhaustion... ----------- Inuyasha woke first and sat up, the sun just below the horizon, coloring everything golden, including the icy beauty of Sesshomaru lying next to him peacefully. He watched the youkai breathing, his hand curled by his face, his hair just barely covering him. He wore a small smile in his sleep, and Inuyasha couldn't help a wry smile in return. They weren't touching at the moment, so the strange chemical reaction was not clouding his mind. Slowly he pulled away and stood, intending to head for the stream to wash. However his body flared with pain that almost made him yelp. He comically clapped his hands to his ass and swallowed heavily. "Oh no... dammit this hurts..." he muttered. He looked down and noticed he was covered in bruises, cuts, bites and scratches... his cursed brother had mauled him during the tumultuous night! He looked closer at Sesshomaru and frowned; other than the bite to his thigh, and a few claw punctures here and there, Sesshomaru's skin was nearly flawless. Grumbling, he waddled to the stream and winced again as the cold water stung the wounds and made the bruises throb. "I am glad I bit you, jerk... even though you bloody well ripped me up for it." He dunked under the water and whined in his throat as his body screamed at him for the movement, and shook his hair out, scrubbing his scalp and then rising out of the water with a sigh. He turned to shore and froze. Sesshomaru was gone. He stared at the spot where the Youkai had been lying and felt his stomach fall. He couldn't believe the bastard had just left, and so suddenly. His arms rose, crossing over his chest; had his brother done this to be cruel or to be kind? His head drooped as he tried to sort out his feelings... he as still so muddled... "Why the long face, little brother." His head snapped up to see Sesshomaru standing with his clothes over his arm. Inuyasha flushed bright red with embarrassment. The youkai tilted his head and walked over, laying the clothes down and striding into the water. Inuyasha turned his back and growled. "Don't have a long face." he splashed himself and then felt Sesshomaru's hand on his shoulder. The Last of Their Kind Ch. 04 Hours after the sun rose, Kagome and the others found Inuyasha lying unconscious under a tree, not far from where he and his brother had spent the night. He was obviously wounded, but his friends weren't sure who had hurt him. They loaded him onto Kirara's back and took him to Kaede's village. Though they asked him repeatedly who he'd fought, what had happened; but Inuyasha refused to say more than the encounter was a draw… Though he healed quickly, Kagome noticed him watching the moon with a strange look in his eyes, as if he was counting the days and waiting impatiently for something… ---------- Jaken was pouting by the river's edge, tossing pebbles into the sluggish water. Rin was chattering at AiAun as it drank an astonishing amount of water, while Sesshomaru-sama leaned against a tree, eyes distant and almost dreamy. This was unprecedented; Sesshomaru-sama not clear minded, or focused? As if sensing his glance, Sesshomaru's eyes snapped to focus on Jaken, who immediately stepped backwards and tumbled into the river with a squawk. "Jaken-sama! Jaken-sama!" Rin cried and splashed towards him, but he was swept away too quickly. He was gratified to see Sesshomaru move quickly to his feet and then start towards him but he was swept around a bend and lost sight of his party. He splashed and flailed, gripping his staff desperately; if he lived but lost it, Sesshomaru-sama would kill him anyway. He got a glimpse of the shore rushing by and redoubled his efforts to get to a bank; the river had only looked slow! He was moving so fast, and he was getting cold too… the water was freezing. Youkai or not, he was too small to stave off hypothermia for long. Suddenly a branch hit his back and he grabbed it, spluttering. The branch suddenly flung him into the air and he wailed as he flew, then felt something grab him midair. He saw silvery white and smelled a familiar scent, a scent that made him sniffle happily. "Sesshomaru-sama, you saved me!" he cried, then realized he was not being carried by Sesshomaru, but was being carried by Inuyasha. He looked up at the hanyou and gaped; why would his master's shiftless brother help him unless… he meant to harm him or use him against his beloved master! Jaken would never work against Sesshomaru-sama! "Get your paws off me you wretched cur!" he cried and thrashed his arms, waving his staff madly about. "Damn you're ungrateful aren't you, you toad!" Inuyasha scowled. He couldn't believe his luck; he hadn't figured out how to get to Jaken without alerting his brother's keen nose that he was near. He was supposed to meet Sesshomaru that night, but first he needed Jaken's help, pathetic as it sounded even to him. He took it as a good omen that the imp came floating by this way. He leapt from treetop to treetop until he was a decent distance away from the river and his brother's senses and dropped to the ground. "Ok baka. I need your help. How do I open that pearl in my eye?" he said imperiously. Jaken blinked and stared at him, jaw dropping. He couldn't believe his ears. Why would Inuyasha want to open the gate to his father's tomb? "I don't know; Sesshomaru-sama did it, you dolt! He used the staff…" instantly Inuyasha snatched the Staff of Heads and pressed Jaken to the ground with his foot. ‘That's right, he tapped it and the guys head was making that creepy laugh and then the portal opened… But can I make it open or can only Sesshomaru do it?' He thought. Then there was the fact the damn pearl was inside his eye, and he didn't know how to get it out. "Hey you… you, let me go! Sesshomaru-sama will punish you for this!" Jaken complained under his foot. Inuyasha looked down at the imp and then rapped him hard on the head, knocking him unconscious. Once the squawking was silent, he tied the tiny youkai to a tree branch and pondered his dilemma. ‘I am the caretaker of the tomb, sorta. Me and Myoga-jiji… so, I should be able to get to the thing right? Sesshomaru pulled the pearl from my eye with force; but maybe I can just tell it to come out, since it's in me?' he grimaced and squinted with his left eye closed and concentrated, feeling rather silly. "Come on out, pearl… I need to see my dad's bones real fast." he said gruffly. Nothing happened. He scowled and poked his eyelid. "Come on, get out of there!" he snapped. He opened his eye waited, cajoled and poked, blinked and some more, then clapped his hand over it; he would really hate to have to mutilate himself to get the damn thing out, but being hanyou, he knew he'd heal pretty fast… He steeled himself, not sure he could actually poke out his own eye just to get the damn pearl out but determined to try it as the last ditch effort… Something felt wrong in his head. His vision went blurry and he dropped his hand blinking; and then gasped as the pearl popped free and into his palm. He squinted with his right eye closed now and grinned a toothy grin. "That's it! Ok then!" he dropped the thing and tapped it with the staff like his brother had all that time ago. The old man's face that hung on the staff opened its eyes and began to cackle, and then a large black portal opened. Inuyasha stared at Jaken and the green world around him for a moment before he jumped inside… ---------- Sesshomaru frowned slightly as he and Rin walked the bank of the river seeking Jaken to no avail. He couldn't scent the imp, and he was not responding to Rin's calls. There was no sign that the creature had gotten out of the river yet either; he eyed the swift water again, beginning to think his servant had succumbed to its cold embrace. He looked down at Rin's head as she walked beside him, calling with her little hopeful voice and sighed. He wondered if he shouldn't abandon his plans to wait for his brother; after all, he didn't really expect Inuyasha to come. He was sure the boy was probably feeling strange and unwilling to repeat his night of lustful incest. The youkai shivered despite himself; he'd thought a great deal on that night, and the theory he had about it. He still felt that he was correct, but the frission that shook him when he thought about it was… alarming. That he'd desire his little brother so badly even after they had distance between them was surprising; he'd been certain distance would sever the connection that made them feel that lust. That he didn't care about the moral issue of touching his flesh and blood sexually was not so strange; he didn't have a humans view on incest. Sometimes youkai siblings had to breed in order to continue their race; it was a fact of life and it prevented him from feeling any real guilt over touching his brother that way. Still, he did acknowledge that his brother was part human, so the morality of it was not cut and dried… He grimaced as his flesh tingled yet again, distracting him from the task and thoughts at hand. Curse this damn reaction to his sibling; why was the allure of a being like himself so powerful that he couldn't even think clearly about it? He stopped walking and frowned. He really shouldn't meet the hanyou. He should search for Jaken and stay away from Inuyasha, and regain his absolute control over mind and body. He should, he should, he should; but he wouldn't. He knew it and growled to himself. The only way to be free of his brother's allure was to kill him. And that was not possible. He actually cringed at the thought of it, where once he would have smiled; slaying his little brother, because of a chemical reaction neither could have predicted or controlled? To never again sense the smell of Inuyasha's skin, in, sweating with sexual tension, or hear the myriad of little sounds he made under and over and beside him… "Sesshomaru-sama? You're bleeding!" Rin's voice cut through his thoughts. He looked down at her in confusion. Bleeding? The child timidly took his large hand in hers and turned it palm up, revealing four perfect punctures from his own claws, which were bleeding very nicely, bright red rivulets trailing over his hand and dripping to the ground below. He stared at them, shocked though his face showed nothing. Rin looked up at him with those huge worried eyes and he focused upon her face, forcing the lewd thoughts from his mind. He knelt slowly and nodded to her. "Get some water from the stream to wash them, Rin. Hurry." he said gently. She scurried to gather a bowl from the pack on AiAun's saddle and obey, as he breathed slowly, forcing his body to obey him. When she got back the wounds had started closing, and the bleeding had stopped, but he let her care for them, more to keep her distracted from her fear for Jaken than because he needed her help; he didn't need her help, of course. "Sesshomaru-sama? Where is Jaken-sama? Why haven't we found him?" Rin asked with timid curiosity. He didn't reply, pulling his cleaned hand away and standing. "Rin, you are to stay here. The dragon will guard you." He said firmly. Rin nodded, assuming he was going to continue his search, and was leaving her because she slowed his progress. In fact, he assumed that the imp would find his way back to them, or else he'd feed the fish in the stream. At the moment he couldn't find it in him to worry anymore. He turned and headed for his rendezvous with a cold face and racing heart. ---------- Inuyasha was watching for his brother from the treetops. His belly was aflutter; what if the youkai didn't come after all? What if he came and things were back as they'd been before that day? He shook his head; Sesshomaru would come; and then he'd have to find a way to do it. He took a moment to wonder if he shouldn't have freed Jaken; Sesshomaru might be searching for him, and have chosen to save his servant before he came to the meeting place. "Dammit he'd better come anyway. Since when does he care that much about anything…" especially his little brother? He heard a soft sound and looked down through the branches to see a flash of white ate and silver and sighed in relief. He watched as the youkai stopped and titled his head before reaching around to his left side and unlacing his armor. The plates hung and he tugged them free of the obi, then untied his haori, shrugging free of it as well. Inuyasha's eyes widened; Sesshomaru was stripping already? Was this an assumption that Inuyasha was coming and would be aroused or what? He snorted, but his eyes never left the form below, as more and more skin was revealed, until the youkai lord was wearing nothing but his ornately tied obi. Sesshomaru flicked his hair over his left side again, the barest hint of embarrassment in his eyes for a flash. Inuyasha jumped down and glared at him fiercely. "You don't have to hide that you know." he said suddenly. Sesshomaru's eyebrow lifted in curious surprise at the words. He was far from pleased to be disfigured; was he supposed to proudly display his stump of an arm, the eternal symbol of his greatest failure? Inuyasha stepped up to him, eyes bright as he slid one arm around his brother's narrow waist. "I know it's my fault. And, I am sorry Sesshomaru. I am sorry I chose to do this to you just to beat you. But, you don't have to hide it from me either." he said, voice softening until he was almost whispering, his face drawing closer as Sesshomaru's eyes turned away. The red haori and hakima were amazingly soft to the youkai's bare skin, not silken by any means, but nice anyway. Inuyasha's hand was pressed flat to the small of his back, warm and firm as he pulled on the taller youkai, snuggling their bodies together. The boys lips were also soft as he kissed the corner of his mouth then darted his tongue out to touch lightly, tasting his skin like a bird might. Sesshomaru couldn't help the tiny quiver that rose in response to the subtle, gentle approach his brother was making. Still, he flinched when Inuyasha lifted his hand and touched the shortened arm, inspecting the cleanly healed stump with his fingertips. "Inuyasha… I'd rather you didn't… touch it." He shuddered with effort to not jerk away from the hanyou; he'd already said too much, revealed his weakness about regretting the loss of his limb. Inuyasha slid hand and up his back then cradled the youkai's chin and shook his head. "It is my fault, my shame not yours. And it doesn't make you less beautiful in anyone's eyes, Sesshomaru. Surely you know that?" Inuyasha said very seriously; his hand stroked the end of the stump then withdrew. He knew what he needed to know now… "Inuyasha; it embarrasses me to be seen thus. It embarrasses me that you even mention it. I have learned to live with it, to fight and be whole despite it. But I will never look upon my own reflection with anything other than scorn and shame." He said coolly. His eyes caught the boys and wouldn't let him look away. "Or do you wish to anger me into leaving; is that why you point my inadequacy out to me?" "You are really dumb sometimes, Sesshomaru. Just so you know it." Inuyasha smirked with false bravado and then stepped back, removing his clothes quickly. He was as uncomfortable about hearing his brother's words as the youkai was to utter them. His brother looked down, eyes clouded and ignoring the insult. This wasn't want he'd envisioned for this evening… He blinked as he felt hands on his thighs and focused on the top of Inuyasha's head as he rubbed his face on the youkai's flanks above the silk obi, which draped carelessly off his hips now that the armor plate was gone. The hanyou's hands drifted to tease along his hips, his stripes, back down to trail claws over his sleeping manhood… then pressed on his hipbones and pushed the baffled youkai backwards until he was leaning against a tree. Their tree, actually; the bark was scarred by both brothers' claws as they'd gripped and ripped the tree in their more passionate moments; the gouges were a secret symbol of their claim on each other. "I want to do this my way. So you better grab that branch and let me do what I want, understand?" Inuyasha growled threateningly as he looked up his brother's body and pointed at a sturdy branch by his head. Sesshomaru lifted a brow with curiosity but obeyed, his hand winding around the branch as ordered. The hanyou smirked and looked back down, his hands stroking the sleek thighs firmly. He leaned in again and ran his tongue along the crease of Sesshomaru's flank, right over the obi and up to where a rosy stripe traced from his back to the front, and then followed the dark and sensitive skin, dragging his upper fangs along the skin. The youkai shivered at the sensation, a tingle of pleasure shooting through him as his brother repeated the process on the other hip. His hands moved to the sides of his knees and thighs, claws digging in hard enough to leave welts even on Sesshomaru's skin. The youkai's eyes had regained their shine as he watched his little brother tease his skin, and he slung his hips forward a bit, back slouched against the tree trunk as the hanyou's chin barely brushed the base of his shaft when he moved from one hip to another. Inuyasha traced his tongue down his groin and down beside his balls, before he slid a hand under them, lifting and massaging gently and lapping at the skin, liking how tight they were already. The soft moan his brother uttered was nice but too subdued. The hanyou nuzzled his shaft then slowly sucked it into his mouth, working to make it harden quickly. Sesshomaru hummed and let his eyes close, the warm mouth and soft tongue on his skin stimulating him nicely. He felt the hazy lust wake fully in his belly, stretching and flooding his veins like liquid fire. All other concerns, all thoughts of anything but his brother's mouth on his manhood, his claws on his skin were lost. All he cared for now was the sensation pouring over him in shuddering waves. Inuyasha held his thighs and moved his head slowly as he suckled and moved his tongue over the sensitive skin, eyes closing as he concentrated on what he was doing, how to wring more sensation from his tongue and lips. Sesshomaru's legs tensed and his toes curled into the grass as his brother worked harder, his hand coming up to stroke as he moved his mouth over the now erect member, hooking his lips around the head. Sesshomaru made another louder sound that encouraged Inuyasha to slide his hand down his brother's right leg then sling it up and over his shoulder, the obi draped over his right hip now. The youkai simply shifted his weight to his left leg and rolled his head to the side. The familiar yet enjoyable shivers of sensation washing over him with each pull of Inuyasha's mouth on his shaft made his bones melt and his blood boil. Inuyasha pulled his mouth off and licked his fingers, then slid his lips back over the throbbing erection. As clawed fingers inched back behind his testicles, Sesshomaru made a tiny noise of protest; he was supposed to be dominant here, wasn't he? But he couldn't seem to move or even speak to stop his brothers invading fingers. Inuyasha could almost read his brothers mind and actually felt odd about being so forceful, but he had reasons for taking control; besides he was enjoying this, he enjoyed pleasuring the deadly creature before him, making him moan and shudder desirously. It made him shudder with pleasure himself, even though he wasn't even touching his own body; his brother's pleasure was his own for the moment. He wormed his fingers against his brother's opening and then pressed inside, lustful instinct and his desire to please guiding him to unerringly find the spot Sesshomaru had so enthusiastically worked for him and his pleasure. Instantly he felt his shaft jump against the roof of his mouth, and tasted the salty drops announcing his brother was enjoying his actions despite his protests. He slowed his mouth and pressed more urgently on that little gland, feeling his brother's hips moving in time with him as his brother gasped and moaned beautifully in response. The youkai's skin was shivering with waves of hot and cold, his nipples hardening pleasantly from the resultant chills. Sesshomaru licked his lips and panted with growing excitement and moved his hips closer to his brother's mouth in gentle encouragement. Inuyasha shivered with repressed hunger; but he had to wait, he had to hold onto his own control for once. He didn't look up when he heard the snap of the branch breaking in Sesshomaru's hand; he was too intent on pushing his sibling over the edge with his hands and his mouth. Sesshomaru's hand dove into Inuyasha's hair, his thumb and forefinger stroking a delicate, velvet soft ear and finding a strange gratification in how the hanyou purred in his throat at the caress. His eyes snapped open when he felt the warmth around him envelop him whole as Inuyasha swallowed the entire length. The youkai's fangs bared as he jerked his hips into the boy's mouth, eyes fading as his nerves flared with sheer pleasure, shuddering as the pressure in his belly erupted. Inuyasha swallowed and tightened his throat as he moved his fingers in a circular motion inside his brother's entrance, adding to the youkai's orgasm. Sesshomaru's arm and legs trembled as he arched his back, driving his manhood back and forth in his brother's mouth, making gasping pleasure filled sounds as the moment snapped and ended pleasantly but far too soon. Sesshomaru's head rolled back as he gasped for air; he was surprisingly relaxed now, and his tension over the unpleasant talk before Inuyasha had attacked him so eagerly had vanished completely. He glanced down and lifted a brow as the hanyou licked his way back off the softening length in his mouth, lapping the white drops off of the blushing skin and soothing him into a glowing and limp state… he couldn't even stand upright now. ‘Yeah, rest up, Sesshomaru. Not sure why you'd be so damn tired but I'm not complaining… yet.' Inuyasha thought with a hentai's smirk as he pulled the pleasantly exhausted youkai down and lay with him, watching his brothers golden eyes close contentedly. When his chest was rising and falling with shallow evenness, the hanyou slipped away and crept off before running with all the speed he could force from his legs.