The Battle Ends
By Danyealle

(MM/incest/half-brothers/fan-fiction/Inuyasha/SesshomaruInuyasha)

Chapter Three

Groaning, Inuyasha rolled onto his back and reluctantly opened his eyes. Hissing, he slit them against the bright sunlight. He rubbed both hands across his face then tossed the blanket that was covering him aside before sitting up, wincing slightly as his full weight came down on his abused ass.

“Good morning Inuyasha. I trust you slept well?” Sesshomaru’s voice floated over to him.

Grunting, he looked over at his half-brother. “Like a rock.” He stammered out while yawning. The smell of food cooking tickled his nose, causing his stomach to rumble in response. After a quick detour behind a convenient tree to water it, noticing his pants were on for the first time when he knew he didn’t put them on himself, he then flopped down in front of the fire before grabbing the rabbit that was roasting there and began to eat, knowing it had to be for him because Sesshomaru only ate raw meat. “It’s good. Thanks.” He muttered between mouthfuls.

“You’re most welcome little brother.” Sesshomaru replied sardonically, a smirk on his face.

While he ate he looked over at the older Inu through his lashes. As he expected, his older brother looked the same as he always did-neatly dressed, sans armor, neutral expression and unreadable eyes. There was no hint in the expression or mannerism of their intimacy the night before. He had the same presence as he always did.

After he finished eating he leaned back against a long and gave a long, satisfying belch before a sigh of contentment.

Wrinkling his nose, Sesshomaru looked at him then sighed, “Still as uncouth as ever I see.”

Snorting, Inuyasha rolled his eyes, “I am what I am, I don’t change.”
”This I see.” He replied, voice soft and emotionless as normal.

Grunting, he shot him a sharp look. “You put me to bed and dressed me.” Although it was a statement per se there was also a question in it.

“I didn’t think you would appreciate waking nude, with your face in the dirt. It wouldn’t be right to leave you in that state so I took it upon myself to correct the situation.”

“Thanks.” Inuyasha grunted then stood. “I’m going to go take a bath.” He then walked down to the lake.

He found the bag of bathing supplies Sesshomaru had put there then stripped and slid into the water. After scrubbing himself he sat on a small outcropping of rocks that was just underwater then leaned back, thinking.

This whole situation was bizarre. No, bizarre wasn’t the right word, fucking nuts fit better. Sex among demons meant nothing, he had always known that. Male, female, step or half siblings, cousins-as long as they weren’t intimate family, it didn’t matter. That was well known as well. But why did Sesshomaru pick him? He hated him and that was no act because nobody was that good of an actor! After all he had tried, almost successfully, to kill him how many times? That made no sense whatsoever.

Sesshomaru was the Western Lord and extremely powerful. He was also handsome and what Kagome would term sexy. So there was no doubt that if he wanted a quick fuck there would be no shortage of partners, male, female or both, to be had. Hell, there would be plenty of ningens who would easily spread their legs for him because of the way he looked. So why him? The only thing he could think of that might explain it, estrus, didn’t apply. If big brother had been in heat he would have smelled it. So, what the fuck was it? “Keh!” he snorted out loud, running his claws through his hair. “He’s fucking nuts is all. Always has been, always will be.” He muttered softly.

There was another problem; himself. There was no way in fucking hell he wanted ‘The Killing Perfection’ to know how submissive he was nor that he got off on being forced to bed to someone’s will. Pain was inconsequential, it didn’t get him off or turned on, it just wasn’t his ‘thing’, but he could deal with it if it was part of the scene. Unconsciously, he reached up and fingered the beads of subjugation around his neck. When he realized what he was doing he gave a disgusted snort and dropped his hand. If Kagome knew that 90% of the time when she ‘sat’ him she gave him a woody she would probably completely freak out. It didn’t matter why she did it, because she was mad, fighting, Shippo, whatever, the minute his face found dirt he popped wood. An hour or so later, after running the scene over and over through his head hundreds of times, he would have to sneak off and get some relief. Even now, merely thinking about it, had given him the start of an erection.

Last night, Sesshomaru had stumbled upon part of it by sheer dumb-ass, blind guesswork and his body had responded. Mentally kicking himself, he knew Sesshomaru having that kind of information could be hazardous but the second the blood flow had started towards the head below his waist the thought process stopped in the one above his neck. Truce or no truce someone as deadly and dangerous as his dear older brother didn’t need to know about something like this! Don’t give the enemy ammunition was most certainly a good philosophy to follow!
Leaning back against a tree, eyes shut, a wicked grin was plastered across Sesshomaru’s face. If Jaken had been there he would have plastered himself, face first, to the ground and inched away like a worm until he was out of his sight then run for his life because it was the same grin that surfaced when he was about to kill someone in a gruesome and painful way.
Unlike his half-breed brother, who could get a sense of what someone was thinking then guess what it was, his sense of smell was so acute that he didn’t need to guess about it. Even from the lake he could smell the arousal when Inuyasha thought about being dominated. “And he says he isn’t anyone’s bitch…” he commented softly. A twinkle as wicked as the grin on his face came to his eyes as he thought about what he had planned for Inuyasha next.