I do not Inuyasha.

Now to the story...

Although a brash, and loud voice it always seemed to calm him down.

Large honey gold eyes slowly smooth out every tense muscle in his body.

Luscious silvery white hair that rivaled his own made him inwardly shiver as it brushed his own porcelain skin.

Smooth tan skin caused him to avert his eyes sharply whenever it would peek out behind the rough red fabric.

Two fang marks that were strategically placed made him growl and tackle the younger in a possessive manner when the hanyou's clothes shifted and they were exposed to the entire world.

Incredibly soft appendages that sat atop his head, a sign of his hanyou heritage, that beckoned to be touched, caressed, and that he wanted to rub between his fingers forever.

Aggressive and ill-tempered behavior that showed when the younger would rebel and reek havoc, but immediately ceased when the owner of alluring, slanted gold eyes would look upon him.

A slight whimper from plush, pink lips would have the killing perfection bare his claws and a snarl would be released from slender lips towards the offending being.

The effect the hanyou had on him was enough to drive him crazy. But at the same at time he thrived to please his younger brother's every need.

And when the half-breed would softly call out, "Please... Ngh. S-Sesshomaru. I need you." He would gladly meet and exceed everyone of his desires until the hanyou would be writhing underneath him and then would eventually pass out from the sense of pure pleasure coursing through his veins.

Why did I write these things, you ask. It's simple. From the first day This Sesshomaru laid eyes on Inuyasha, I have loved him. I always have, and I always will.