I am aware that some of the words I use wouldn't have existed in feudal Japan. I am sure however, that they had comparable terms. Pretend with me...

Also, run away now if you know what's good for you.

Wicked Brother

Sesshomaru, Lord of the Western Lands, stood in a darkness that was almost absolute but for the thin sliver of silver light coming from above him. Long, waist-length silver hair fanned on a thin wind that issued from that engulfing darkness. The crescent moon tattoo on his forehead, and the tattoos on his cheeks, glowed amethyst, marking him as something truly unique.

The frown on his face, very different from his usual, far blander, expression, marked him as something truly annoyed.

He was, for the first time in his long life, enslaved. The fact that the wretched half-demon, Naraku, had actually managed to get to him was playing havoc with his arrogance. Sesshomaru was, after all, the son of Inu no Taisho, the Great Dog Demon.

The Saikoku region of Japan was his domain, but Sesshomaru had never shown any real allegiance to his hands and holdings. He travelled, seeking worthy opponents to fight and to kill. He enjoyed slaughter and blood, though his expressions rarely showed it. He despised humanity. He took great pride in his noble demon heritage. He loathed his half-breed human brother. These are the characteristics that defined him. Another defining characteristic was that he did not dream.

And, yet, here he was dreaming—a slave to this very human peculiarity. He'd been dreaming like this for a week. Every night the dream was similar, and every night he found himself looking forward to it. Tonight, he had decided, was the last night he would have it.

On the night of the New Moon, alone in the forest with the sinuous sky above him bleeding inky, moonless night, Sesshomaru dreamed. In that dream, his brother had inky hair instead of the pale silver that they both shared—gifted from their father. In that dream, Inuyasha was weak, human, and asleep at his feet. Around them there was a vast dark nothingness, an empty chasm of endless black.

Sesshomaru stood over his brother's prone form, and resisted, barely, the urge to kick him awake. Inuyasha was draped in red as always, the Robes of the Fire Demon like blood about his pale form.

"This again?" Sesshomaru growled to the darkness all around him—a surreal kind of dream darkness that he'd had no former experience with until a week ago. He possessed both his arms in the dream, even though he had lost his left arm to Inuyasha in vicious life or death battle.

He wasn't angry yet, merely confused, and so the question that he asked the darkness was calm enough, as were the words he received a moment later.

"He changes like this," the darkness whispered to Sesshomaru in Naraku's voice. "He is like this tonight. Right now. You haven't got much time, Lord Sesshomaru."

Inuyasha's eyes were brown when they snapped open. A sneer curled the corners of Sesshomaru's perfect mouth for the sheer humanity inherent in that dark stare. "Human," he spat, even as the words came, and Inuyasha smiled, "fully human. You may well be the most disgusting thing I've ever seen, Inuyasha."

His brother did not rise to the baiting, and Sesshomaru's golden eyes narrowed in acknowledgment of that fact. Inuyasha was extremely easily bated. Therefore, this was not Inuyasha—not even a dream Inuyasha.

"One day, I will marry that girl," Inuyasha said. "I will marry that human girl and I will further pollute our father's precious blood by spawning with her."

Sesshomaru flinched, which was, actually, another thing that he did not do. The sneer on his face deepened to something vaguely savage, disrupting his perfect features and giving some credence to the fact that there was a demon resting just beneath that alabaster flesh. "Nothing you do surprises me, half breed," he said. "Father made his choices when he laid down with your worthless human mother. Do as you will. No demon would have you anyway."

Inuyasha chuckled. The sound was, faintly, like glass breaking. The dark haired male stood. The crimson hued robes fanned about him on a thin wind that came from the darkness around him. "Is that really true, Sesshomaru?"

The blood red robes slid off his brother's shoulder on the left side, exposing the skin beneath. The skin was lightly tanned by the sun, but, otherwise, unblemished. He watched the pulse beat at Inuyasha's throat on the exposed side, counted each and every low throb of that hateful human heartbeat.

"It is true," Sesshomaru replied.

Inuyasha nodded, "Uh-huh." He stepped closer, bare feet moving on inky blackness until he stood directly before Sesshomaru. A hand, faintly golden in sunlit hue, came to tease the silver locks of Sesshomaru's hair in the kindness and most intimate of touches. He felt the warm stoke of those fingers against the flesh of his scalp, felt the gentle tug of them as they coiled around several silken locks.

"You're a liar," Inuyasha said.

"Human's lie," Sesshomaru countered. He leaned down in an effort to speak the words into his sibling, mouth to mouth. "I have no need for such a weakness. Lying is a vice of your wretched breeding, brother, not mine."

Distantly, he heard the faint humming of insects—a further sign that Naraku was involved in whatever this was. He was incapable of feeling fear, but, he did not like this…whatever this was. Naraku would pay.

Inuyasha's lips rested just beneath his. He could feel the warmth radiating off the human flesh he was so closely pressed to. There was a sweetness to his brother's breath that he longed for. He leaned into that delicate scent.

"You're cruel," Inuyasha breathed.

"And you are pathetic," Sesshomaru countered.

The robe slipped further off his shoulder, and half of Inuyasha's chest was exposed. That bare skin slid against Sesshomaru's own robes, the thin material doing nothing to stay the heat that seemed to radiate off the other male.

Sesshomaru wrapped his arm around the waist of the imposter and pulled him closer. Their bodies collided, and the heat he felt increased. His dick hardened despite himself, despite the imposter, despite the dream.

He was not completely unfamiliar with the machinations of lust. There was bloodlust. He was very well associated with that. He enjoyed killing. This was only a little different. He imagined it was something very much like what his father had felt when laying in the arms of his human whore. The taboo was definitely part of it, his disgust with himself for enjoying the feel of this taboo thing crushed against him. Oh Naraku, he though, even as he ground himself against his brother, how you are going to pay for this.

With his free hand, he tugged the belt of the rope open so that the material fell apart completely.

Inuyasha sighed, a submissively sweet sound he doubted his brother was even capable of making. Sesshomaru licked the bottom lip that was pressed against his own, and then sank his teeth into that warm flesh. The bite was not hard enough to hurt. "You think you want to play with me?"

"Definitely," his brother's mouth whispered. Inuyasha's free hand slid to wrap itself around the bulge that was Sesshomaru's dick. He could not help the hiss of smooth reaction to that touch. His fingers hooked in the blood red waistband of the pants that Inuyasha wore and he drew them down in one smooth sweep.

"What makes you think I want you, filthy, uncouth, human thing?" His tongue slid over Inuyasha's teeth.

"You're as hard as stone, Oh Cold and Mighty Lord of the Western Lands. I was beginning to wonder if such a thing was even possible with you. So icy, Sesshomaru, is there a man in that cold shell at all? One that wants? One that needs? All those dirty things he's not supposed to have…like me, brother?"

Sesshomaru's fingers slid the length of the crack of Inuyasha's ass, relishing the heat of that space. As one who was cold, unless he was killing something, the touch was pleasantly warm. He allowed himself to enjoy it in a decidedly predatory kind of way, while he considered exactly how this dream was going to end.

The chill of his demeanor was not just something that someone could see, but something that he felt deep within himself. He wasn't interested in anything but killing and power. Truly, he had been born with all the power that any demon could ever possibly want, and, yet, he'd always wanted more. New challenges, new enemies to kill, and new things to eliminate the flicker of cold that rested, along with a certain unyielding kind of boredom, in his dark heart.

Inuyasha, by daring to be born, had been interesting, had given him something to hate. That hatred did not compare, even remotely, to this new thing that Naraku had introduced in the week that he'd been dreaming this bizarre kind of dream.

"I want you," Sesshomaru admitted. He really wasn't talking to this pretender. He was talking to himself more than anyone. Naraku had introduced an idea, and he was falling for the thought, the desire, and the need these dark dreams had inspired in him. "I want you so badly, Inuyasha."

Dark eyes widened with a wicked kind of pleasure as they stared into his own. The hand in his hair pulled roughly and impatiently until their lips were locked together, biting forgotten in the pleasure of the kiss they shared.

Sesshomaru was skilled at this. At over five hundred years old, he had tasted more pleasures than a human being could even hope to imagine—so many, in fact, that he was bored with them.

He wasn't bored now. Inuyasha's mouth was sweet and delicious. He tasted of an innocence he probably wasn't even aware of. Naraku had been good in the crafting of his imposter. Very.

The hand on Inuyasha's ass slid to his hip. Sesshomaru's fingernails, claws already, lengthened. He speared the flesh at Inuyasha's side, swiftly and suddenly, causing his brother to scream into his mouth—a scream he swallowed. The grip on his dick tightened to something searing and painful as the red clad male thrashed against him in agony.

He held the other tight as he ripped his guts out, vaguely aware beneath the dinner of muffled screams, of the sound of the other's guts hitting the onyx darkness they were standing upon. The stink of that opened flesh wasn't human or demon, but something crafted and made, false. The sound of the insects increased to something riotous and enraged.

The silky red-clad body thrashed against his and he held it tighter for all its struggling. Fists beat down upon him from, it seemed, everywhere at once, as the thing in his arms demanded to be let go. He held on, barely aware of the pain, swallowing agonized scream for scream. His dick enjoyed the sensation of that body thrashing against him as the hard grip upon it loosened in order to better fight off his deadly assault.

He laughed into that mouth. There was very little amusement in the sound, but there was excitement and purpose. When he finally did let the thing that had been masquerading as his brother go, there was very little life left in it as it collapsed to the ground in a red pool. He stared at it with cold amber eyes.

"I'll kill you!" the thing said in Naraku's voice.

Sesshomaru smiled—just a little. "A moment ago, you wanted to fuck me. You used my little brother to get to me. That's kind of sad, Naraku. I weep for how pathetic you are right now."

The world was fading back in. Through the sinuous darkness in which he had been enveloped, he could see the silhouette of the forest's trees. From those silhouetted trees, he could hear the rush of things, some gargantuan by the way the ground shook, coming to kill him.

Naraku's laughter echoed through the forest in a deep chuckle. "I'll admit that the thought of fucking you, pretty demon lord, is not unappealing. However-"

The thing on the ground, the thing that had pretended to be Inuyasha, changed. It was nothing more than a puppet, and, from within it, burst a blinding torrent of the insects that marked Naraku's presence.

The poison whip slid from the fingertips of Sesshomaru's left hand. The green-amber light dancing in the darkness as the forest erupted with myriad enemies. He barely blinked for their coming, bored already in a way that was unusual for him. He liked a good fight, but, right now, his mind was much more focused on the heat of his loins than this. He stared up at the inky, moonless, sky for just a second, calculating the time, wondering why he was doing that…

Naraku's chuckled deepened. "…I wanted to plant a seed in that brain of yours. One that will fester and grow now that it has been firmly rooted in the soil of whatever passes for your soul. You have not killed your brother yet. Upon occasion, you have stood with him against me. Things cannot remain that way or I will not survive…"

A towering shadow, big enough to plow down several trees in the haste of its approach, roared, savagely, in the darkness. Naraku's laughter, his words, were cut off as Sesshomaru raised the whip and brought it down in a circuitous lash that severed the red-clad doll in two…

"…and I always survive," the night whispered, as the gargantuan monster rushed Sesshomaru and he hurried to meet it.

"I have been thoroughly seduced," Sesshomaru said softly. It had taken Naraku a week to do it. The creature had wielded Inuyasha's body like a finely-honed sword. The want was there now, and it had carried the demon lord through the night, riding the wind for the scent of his wretched half-brother.

Inuyasha had not been hard to find. He was in a cave, nestled deep in its darkness-asleep and alone. Perhaps he had thought, and foolishly, that it was some kind of sanctuary.

Sesshomaru stood over his brother much like he had in Naraku's dream, watching him, fighting the urge to kick him. Inuyasha was curled in a ball at the back of the cave. Misery and weakness radiated off his form in waves that the full-blood demon could feel.

You hate being like this, don't you? Sesshomaru thought. This weakness. This vile humanity for this one night. Where are your friends, Inuyasha? Your woman? Or are you so ashamed—

Sesshomaru would have been ashamed to be afflicted with the misery of humanity. Although he had very little sympathy in him, he almost felt something beyond the desire that Naraku started and Inuyasha was destined to finish. It was fleeting though. As a true predator, he could, really, only see his brother's humanity as a weakness that could be easily exploited—a thing which he fully intended to do.

Naraku had danced for him in Inuyasha's form. His movements had been worthy of the finest concubines anywhere. Naraku had stripped that red robe off six times showing Sesshomaru a vision of what lay beneath. Every night, Sesshomaru had been aware that the thing that danced for him, that stripped for him, that promised him anything and everything for the mercy of a simple touch, had not been Inuyasha. He was also aware of a small part of him that indulged the dream—night after night—because he wanted it to be. While the thought had been new to him, and repulsive at first, every night it had grown more and more pleasant.

Not the dancing…

…or the stripping…

…or the begging…

…but the thought of fucking Inuyasha.

He didn't want his dark crafted doppelganger fawning all over him, willing to do anything and everything at his command. He had been bred more brutal than that, trained to fight as soon as he could crawl, accomplished at taking the things he wanted before he could walk.

And he had decided, while in the grips of Naraku's nightmare, that he wanted this being. He wanted him in the way that a demon wanted things—absolutely. He was not going to allow that want to distract him another moment.

He reached down and grabbed his brother's ankle and dragged him out of the cave.

It was a rough trip. A very human Inuyasha woke up a second after he'd wrapped his hand around that slim ankle. For Sesshomaru, the touch burned, and he half-wondered what his father would think of what he was doing now—what he intended for the Great Demon Dog's favored child, the one to whom he had left his most precious gift—the Tessaiga.

Inuyasha was currently dragging the weapon as he was dragged over the rocks and stones of the cave and out into the cool fall night. For once, Sesshomaru, in Inuyasha's presence, he wasn't focused on his desire for the superior weapon. And, somewhere deep within, it felt good to shed his father's slight in this way.

"Sesshomaru! What the hell-!?" Inuyasha snarled. He was thrashing like the trapped animal he was. The human scent of him was particularly delicious, though Sesshomaru thought very little of humanity. Humanity smelled good on Inuyasha this night. It smelled weak, ineffective, and ready to be had.

He let him go a few moments later. Inuyasha lay on the ground, draped in red like blood, panting underneath a sky with no moon in it. Rage was in his dark eyes and that rage was focused solely on Sesshomaru.

Sesshomaru only smiled in returned, or, what passed for him as a smile. It was a slight upturning of the lips at the corner, but genuinely amused. He's so mad already, he thought. Tonight truly has promise. "Your hair is different, Inuyasha," he said, softly, and slyly. "You smell different too. Is something wrong?"

Dark eyes widened as Inuyasha got to his feet. "Don't pretend like you care! What are you doing here?!"

"I've come to see you, of course," Sesshomaru replied.

Those eyes, already big, widened some more. Confusion flickered in them along with anger and a certain measure of burgeoning panic. "Why?"

Sesshomaru shrugged. "I just felt the…need."

The dark gaze narrowed with suspicion. "Don't tell me that you missed me."

It was almost a joke. It was certainly said in a joking tone. However, there was too much confusion riding in Inuyasha for it to be delivered correctly. Sesshomaru found his confusion to be more than a little amusing. The corners of his mouth turned up a little more. The amusement didn't come close to reaching his eyes. His gaze was fixed on what he had decided was prey.

"You still haven't explained your hair," he prodded.

"I don't have to explain anything to you," Inuyasha replied, gruffly, hostilely. He was frowning now, and Sesshomaru, perversely, thought that the expression was cute. Everything about his brother was cute to him now, because this Inuyasha was real, and not the seductive creature that Naraku had made him out to be—gruff, surly, disagreeable Inuyasha. He'd taste better this way, of that Sesshomaru was certain.

There was an arm's length between them. The wind toyed with the black satin waves of Inuyasha's hair. He looked fragile like this, easily broken. It was intriguing. This real person. This new desire. At the same place in the same time. By now, that body would be naked and writhing. Those dark conflicted eyes would be filled with a whore's desire.

The difference between the 'dream' and reality was exciting in a way that had a lot to do with lust and war. Inuyasha, the real one, would never be so easy. And that was the beautiful part, the part that drew him a step closer in the night and sent his brother stumbling backward in smooth reaction.

"I'm going to ask you again," Inuyasha snarled, his hand going to the hilt of the Tessaiga, "What do you want, Sesshomaru?"

He reached out and ran his fingers though silky black hair, fingering those dark tresses. "Are you sure you want to know?"

When he'd first reached for him, Inuyasha had tensed, prepared, Sesshomaru assumed, for a blow. The Tessaiga was half-way out its sheath already when his hand fell in that silken hair, but at the reasonably gentle stroke, Inuyasha froze. The kindness of the touch seemed to shock him far more than punching him in the face would have. It only lasted a second, but a second was enough for Sesshomaru to grasp that hair in a punishing grip and snatch the other forward. Inuyasha stumbled toward him. A breath later and he'd let that hair go, nails like claws moving to sever length of leather strung about his brother's shoulder where the sheath of the Tessaiga was held. The sheath clattered to the ground, and Sesshomaru shoved Inuyasha, hard, so that his grip on the Tessaiga was lost. The weapon followed the sheath. Inuyasha, so much weaker as a human, flew backward and hit the ground.

He was on him a second later, perched over him like the animal that he was. "Because if you really want to know I will tell you, in graphic detail."

Inuyasha…raged. Sesshomaru let him. He was kicked. He was punched. He did nothing to stop the rain of blows. He barely felt them. They moved over him like the flutter of butterfly wings. His brother was truly as weak as any other human in this form. He marveled at that while he let Inuyasha tired himself out beneath him.

"Get off of me, you piece of shit!" the younger male snarled. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

An enchanting sheen of perspiration drew across Inuyasha's flesh with the power of his exertions. A blow glanced off Sesshomaru's chin. Another stuck his eye full on, and, for just a moment, he saw blinding white. Still, he didn't move until Inuyasha was panting like an animal beneath him—the rain of blows softer now, but more precise.

"Did you come here to have me beat on you?" Inuyasha snapped. "Do you want me to knock your fucking teeth out?!"

"As if you could, human," Sesshomaru said, softly. There was undisguised menace in the simple statement.

"You son-of-a-bitch!" Inuyasha snarled. A fist smashed into Sesshomaru's mouth. It didn't hurt, particularly, but it was annoying. And exciting. Every one of those smashing blows, every bit of pain Inuyasha offered him went straight to his cock, which was getting more and more interesting in this violent little struggle by the millisecond. So brave, Sesshomaru thought of his brother, but along with that thought was this one: So helpless.

"Naraku has come up with a most nefarious plot," Sesshomaru said, looking into stricken dark eyes that were just beginning to realize that struggle was futile. "He gifted me with dreams that featured you. You were a star, Inuyasha. You said things…"

He leaned down and drew his tongue over his brother's trembling mouth in order to get the genuine flavor of him. It was much different than the taste of Naraku's imposter, sweeter somehow.

"Yuck, Sesshomaru! W-what the…what the f-fuck?!"

Sesshomaru ignored stricken nature of his. Things really were going to be his way. He had decided, and that was all there was to this.

"…you did things," he continued. "Naraku really must die. Not only did he dare to fuck with me, but he was effective in making me want something that will only cause…problems. He was smart enough to know that my hatred for you, my intense disrespect for your very being, could be utilized in this base, sexual, fashion."

"Sexual?" Inuyasha repeated. The word echoed in the night like a ghost story told by a renowned storyteller.

"Very sexual, little brother," Sesshomaru said, contemplatively. "Fucking you will equal us out on that whole 'who's got the better sword thing'. At least I think so. We shall have to see."

"You've gone mad," Inuyasha said. "You were always pretty damn crazy, but this is ridiculous."

"Is it?" Sesshomaru asked, casually.

"Yes!"

"Are you scared, human?"

"No!"

He leaned down again. His mouth against Inuyasha's cheek, his teeth setting in and bearing down on the flesh there. "Are you sure?"

Inuyasha barely breathed. "I'm sure, Sesshomaru. You couldn't possibly mean what you're saying right now. Naraku's done something to you. Perhaps it is some moronic, lunatic spell you're under-"

Sesshomaru bit down harder, hard enough to cut the words off, hard enough to make Inuyasha take a trembling breath that had a sweet measure of cock-hardening fear in it. He bit him until the flesh gave, until he tasted blood, until Inuyasha screamed from the pain of the wound.

He leaned back to survey the wound he had made on that tender flesh. It would heal with the coming of daylight, but now it stood as wet, red-weeping mark of ultimate possession against the softness of the other's skin. Golden eyes narrowed when they stared down into brown. "Shut up!" he barked.

The words were a dog's feral growl. Blows continued to rain on him, intensified by the shock and horror of the wound he had delivered. Inuyasha was both panicked and enraged. It was, honestly, beautiful to watch.

His brother was young in appearance. In a demon's lifespan, Inuyasha was barely more than a child. As a human, he was far older, but he held the look of youth about him like a magnificent disguise. He reeked of a nearly brutal kind of neglected innocence. Prior to Naraku's interference, these were things about Inuyasha that he'd only found pathetic and moderately amusing. But with the addition of the sexual, these things became intensely compelling. Innocence was the very food upon which demons thrived. His nostrils flared as he took in the delectable scent of the person writhing underneath him.

Inuyasha did not shut up. Sesshomaru hadn't really expected him to. He hadn't chosen to actually visit his brother upon this night because bedding him would be easy, as Naraku had wanted after planting his cursed 'seed'. Sesshomaru didn't like anything…easy. He slipped his hand around Inuyasha's throat, the grip tightening by slow degrees until he was choking him. He shook his grip roughly to get his point across through the panic in the other male, and he crushed the delicate column of that throat hard, claws embedded in the flesh at either side.

Inuyasha's jugular veins throbbed, hard and heavy, beneath his fingertips. "Shut up," he repeated, "and listen."

He could have snapped Inuyasha's neck like a twig, but that was not what he wanted, and so, the half-demon lived. His face turned red. His eyes bulged as he gasped for sweet merciful breath after breath, but he lived on. The blows that had been raining steadily upon Sesshomaru stopped suddenly as the hands that had been beating him transferred themselves to grip the arm that was choking the life out of Inuyasha. The half-demon couldn't scream anymore. He was too busy gasping for air. The night gained a measure of silence.

Sesshomaru let up a little. He allowed Inuyasha to breathe a little more and a little more until his brother was panting for desperate breaths beneath him. He did not remove the threat of the hand, however. A renewal of punishment might be necessary. Inuyasha was infamously unruly.

"Better," he said for the silence. Inuyasha's nails raked into his flesh in an effort to prize his hand off, but the pain of this human undertaking was minimal. "We have a problem, you and I. And we need to figure out a way to solve it. Or, Naraku wins. Do you understand?"

Glaring, Inuyasha nodded.

"Good. You know nothing of demons. You fight them. You befriend a few of them, but you know nothing of them. For example, once a demon gets something into his head, there's no stopping the desire for that thing, whatever that thing may be. The nobler the demon, the higher the desire, as the noble class feels they should be denied nothing. Naraku understands this, which is why he created this…most problematic situation. Are you listening, Inuyasha?"

"Yeah," his brother snarled. "You're not making any sense, but I'm listening."

Sesshomaru leaned all the way down until he was again face to face with the half-demon. The scent of Inuyasha's blood was intoxicating. The red on the soft flesh of his cheek, compelling. Old hatred mingled with new lust to create something truly compelling in him. He hadn't felt anything like it in a couple of hundred years—such intense, licentious, interest.

"Naraku must not prevail," Sesshomaru continued, "but his defeat now requires a sacrifice from you. Otherwise, terrible things will happen. Things even I will not be able to control."

Silence, while he stared into eyes that should have been gold. Eyes that was dark fathomless pools filled with pain, confusion, and just enough fear to be interesting in a way they'd never been before.

Those dark eyes met his boldly, despite the conflicting emotions swirling in them. "Then we are back to my original question, idiot. What do you want, Sesshomaru? What sacrifice have you come here asking for? And what is it that 'even you' can't control?"

He turned his head and his mouth came down on the bite mark he'd made on the other's face, his tongue lapping at the blood. "I am a single shape shift away from devouring you whole right now, and ending the problem for both of us. Mind your tone. I have given this great consideration, and, really, besides eating you, there is only one conclusion this can come to that is reasonable. You will become my slave on this New Moon night and every New Moon night hereafter…"

He turned so that his golden eyes met his brother's dark orbs again. "…so your answers are. You. You. And myself."

"You've got to be out of you fucking min-!"

Sesshomaru cut the words off with a simple clenching of his hand around Inuyasha's throat. His cut off all his air this time, in a grip that could easily kill a human being if applied long enough.

"I'm not," he growled. "I simply know what I am, something that you do not. You are far too human, Inuyasha, even when your hair is the right color and your eyes and ears are more like the dog yokai. I do not want. I have. And if I cannot have, I start killing things…like your friends. One by one. There would be very little malice in the slaughter. It would be more the elimination of…competition…than anything. I'm sure you would battle me valiantly, but you can't be everywhere at once, and, when I want to, I command legions. While you're fighting me, who is watching them? Nod if you understand."

His brother's eyes were big swimming circles of sinuous brown. The fear had amplified in them, but it was not a fear for self, but, more a fear for those Inuyasha had chosen to allow close to him in that stupid human way that promoted such vile weakness.

Inuyasha nodded, curtly.

Sesshomaru allowed him to breathe. In fact, he got up off of him and moved away from him entirely. "So we have an agreement? One that will allow us to continue in our separate quests to destroy Naraku without unnecessary death and distraction?"

"You sick motherfucker," Inuyasha spat, when he had enough breath to do so.

Sesshomaru chuckled. There was no mirth in the sound. It was deadly serious as it hung in the night. "I am a demon, little brother. And so are you. Rather. Do we have an agreement, or do I leave this place with the shadow of the consequences I spoke of hanging over both of our heads?"

"If you touch my friends, I'll kill you, Sesshomaru."

Sesshomaru moved, superhumanly fast, and closed the slight distance between them until they were kissing close, body to body. His arm wrapped, serpentine around Inuyasha's waist, preventing all hope of escape.

"You're free to try. You did take my arm. And you always give me a relatively worthwhile battle. I could look forward to that. We live a long time. Perhaps forever. Well past the lifespan of most of your friends anyway—not that any of them will live out their lifespans…"

He slid the open red robe off of Inuyasha shoulders so that the other's upper body was completely exposed to him. "…Be my good little bitch, Inuyasha. Pay the price for your foolish human alliances…your stupid human love. Or have them pay it for you. Suffer now or suffer later. It's up to you."

Bruises from the cruelty of his grip had blossomed on Inuyasha's throat. Overall, he looked damaged now. It was not nearly enough. He considered himself giving Inuyasha time to consider his proposal, but his patience was short, and he had explained himself, and clearly.

He didn't hate him anymore or any less when he kissed him. The struggle began the moment their lips met, and his tongue invaded the other's mouth. Inuyasha, while vicious, was only human in this form, nothing he did hurt. Sesshomaru just held him there and kissed him, drawing the flavor from his mouth, the panic, the rage, the pain. He drew everything from the human being into himself, taking even the breath Inuyasha had to breathe.

He kissed him for taste, texture, flavor and…control. He crushed the smaller male to him, only so mindful of breaking the ribs beneath his vice-like grip. Sesshomaru had been right in his assessment of the Naraku-thing. The real Inuyasha tasted far better than the imposter.

Again, he released him. Inuyasha went stumbling back in the night. Simultaneously, Sesshomaru drew the poison whip that he preferred over all other weapons. With a thought, he retracted its ability to kill upon contact. In his hand now, and glowing crimson where it had been a luminous yellow-green, it was nothing more than a whip.

Inuyasha did not run. He stood in the night where he had stopped his backward momentum, dark eyes narrowed, body tense and combative. His lips had the faintest bit of swelling from the viciousness of that kiss, and his hands were coiled into fists.

"Not going to dance for me, are you?" Sesshomaru said with a mocking measure of disappointment.

"No, I'm not, you demented fuck!" Inuyasha growled.

"Too bad." Sesshomaru wielded the whip in this form with the practiced ease of a honed killer. The weapon danced in the air, and flicked downward to wrap around Inuyasha's ankle. He pulled hard, jerked the smaller male off his feet, wrapped a glowing length of the whip around his wrist, and dragged him forward. Inuyasha kicked. He clawed at the dirt seeking purchase, but he had no choice but to come.

"You could have run away. Seeing such an act of absolutely sensible cowardice from you would have probably gotten me off far better than shoving my dick inside you," Sesshomaru said, when Inuyasha was at his feet. He jerked the whip free. "But you're far too stupid for that. What was our father thinking?"

"Pretty much the same thing you seem to be thinking, Sesshomaru! You are considering laying down with a human, aren't you?!"

Sesshomaru knelt, he put a staying hand in that dark silken mane of hair to make sure Inuyasha stayed on the ground. "Don't be absurd. We can't breed idiot half-breed children with no sense, who's only redeeming quality is that they are beautiful. Fucking you is a sport and nothing more. Do are you are told…"

He leaned in, mouth sifting through inky hair to find Inuyasha's ear, "…and take solace in the fact that I will, undoubtedly, tire of you quickly."

That silky head flinched away from him.

His fingers tangled in that hair, and dragged that head back, turned it so it faced him. "We have an agreement then? Or should I go slaughter your friends right now? No, just one of them. Randomly. So you have a funeral to attend when you are yourself again, Inuyasha?"

His brother was looking at him with such a mixture of rage and helplessness that the part of Sesshomaru that was always carefully contained nearly broke for the look of it. The breaking was not a sympathetic one, or any such nonsense, but a surge of sheer power that was wholly sensual in nature. Rarely had he wanted to fuck anyone as badly as he wanted to fuck this person—this human, Inuyasha. His gaze flicked to the wound on Inuyasha's face, the mark of possession that he had placed there so casually. It felt good to own him, even if it was only for one night a month. He had no doubt that the raven haired human was going to say yes. He'd left him little choice. Inuyasha was stupid for human beings. He wasn't going to let one of them die in order to save himself—especially not one of that motley crew he'd taken up with.

Those dark eyes broke their gaze, focused on the ground instead. "I agree, Sesshomaru. Do what you want."

The smile that slid across Sesshomaru's face for hearing those words was most uncommon for him. There was a great deal of pleasure in it, first of all. Second to the pleasure was the triumphant cruelty that shone in those golden orbs. He looked human most of the time. He didn't quite look human now. The smile was longer than a human's smile could ever be. He snatched Inuyasha's head to the side, forcing their gazes to meet yet again.

"I am your slave, Sesshomaru. Say that."

"Fuck you, Sesshomaru," Inuyasha spat.

Sesshomaru's macabre demon smile lengthened. It wasn't going to quite go that way. "You took my arm, so I'll want both of yours. Hands behind your back."

Resistance flowered in Inuyasha's gaze, along, again, with a certain measure of fear. Still, he did as he was told, placing his hands behind his back. Sesshomaru threaded the end of the whip between the other's wrists and pulled it tight. It bled crimson against Inuyasha's tan flesh.

Standing, he used the whip to jerk the smaller male up, and then dragged him across the small clearing to the base of a big tree. He pressed Inuyasha against the bark, and determined to look at him and see how close, exactly, Naraku's imposter was.

He ran his fingers over the smooth skin of Inuyasha's exposed chest, and then down across his stomach. He relished the warmth of the touch, along with the way the other shuddered for being handled in such a fashion. His fingers hooked in the remaining material of the Robes of the Fire Demon and he snatched it loose down so that they pooled at the other's ankles.

He wasn't wearing anything underneath. All of him was exposed to the night air. His gaze drank the other in like fine wine. Inuyasha, Sesshomaru surmised, far surpassed his clone in all areas. He jerked the whip forward, causing the naked male to stumble toward him so that they crashed into one another.

Sesshomaru whipped Inuyasha around, sent him crashing back into the tree face first. Inuyasha made a terrible sound, a very human cry of pain. Sesshomaru got a momentary glance at his brother's backside, before sliding in behind him, following that pained cry—honing in on the fierce desire that it inspired in him.

Pressed so closely against him, Inuyasha's bound fist pressed into his stomach. Sesshomaru's hips riding in intimate press against Inuyasha's ass, he grabbed a hunk of dark silken hair. His head rested on that naked shoulder, and he pulled. He pulled hard enough to cause Inuyasha's head to move back toward him, his neck to arch up in the night. The cry of pain increased with the ferocity of the yanking. Rage ran through that fierce animal growl from a very human throat.

"Fuck you was not the proper answer, slave. Perhaps you'd like to try again?"

Inuyasha was mad and thrashing. The feel of his brother's slim body struggling against his own was a near hypnotic turn on. Sesshomaru wanted to indulge in it but he had a point to make—a serious one. He pulled harder, riding that bucking body, smashing the other into the tree, and forcing his point. Slowly, the sounds of rage from the other were replaced by sounds of escalating pain.

"I am your slave, Sesshomaru!" Inuyasha gave, finally. "I am your fucking slave!"

He didn't let him go immediately. The answer was satisfactory, but his brother's panicked pain was too delicious to give up so quickly. Instead, he sank his fangs into the pulse at Inuyasha's throat. His brother screamed. Sesshomaru enjoyed the symphonic sound as it rose, octave after octave, in the night.

He released him from the bite a moment later, and used the grip in his hair to thrust him harder against the tree as he stepped back to survey his new prize. Inuyasha was dancing for him after a fashion as his body trembled with the absorption of the pain so easily administered to humanity.

Every muscle was taut as that body shuddered for him in its pain dance. He watched it with narrowed, hungry eyes and decided that it was far better than Naraku's simpering attempt. This seduction was far better suited to Sesshomaru. Nothing easy was ever worth anything, and everything was easy for him—but this wasn't. Inuyasha's humanity aside, there would be consequences and repercussions for doing this. He wasn't sure what they were going to be, but he definitely knew that they were going to be.

He licked his lips for the bloody taste of his brother. Anticipation swirled in him, along with a dark excitement. "Was that so hard?"

Inuyasha, ever obstinate, didn't answer him, but lay panting against the tree bark. Sesshomaru released his grip on his brother's hair. His hand slid through those dark tresses to the small of his back, over the heated crack of his ass and between his thighs. He moved in closer, hand sliding between the silk of that crevice and upward over low hanging balls to grasp the soft flesh of his brother's cock.

"No!" Inuyasha breathed in complete rejection, but he didn't dare move. Sesshomaru moved in to kick Inuyasha's legs further apart, even as his hand closed hard around the flesh of his cock.

"You don't get to use that word on this night," he told the dark haired male. "You will forget its meaning, do you understand?"

Inuyasha shuddered for the hard grip on his cock. Sesshomaru applied greater pressure, feeling the blood flow through his flesh beneath his fingertips. He tightened the grip and Inuyasha gasped. "I fucking u-under-understand."

Immediately, his grip was kinder, interested in the exploration of this most forbidden flesh. Human. Blood Related. Beautiful.

He stroked his brother's cock with a gentleness that went, absolutely, against the cruelties he'd visited upon him only a moment before. Inuyasha's breath caught in his throat. The next sound he made was a breathless little pant. Sesshomaru stroked that flesh from base to tip, ran his thumb, hard, over the head, and then down again. He did this in a deliberate fashion intended to get a certain result. Though he relished the feel of the flesh, the touch was not for himself, but to command the skin and blood that he was assaulting, to demand from it its full, helpless, attention.

That flesh responded for him like the slave that he had decided it would be. It thickened for him. Hardened for him. Inuyasha trembled for him.

"This," Sesshomaru said, resting his head against his brother's shoulder, chin pressed against the wound he had made there, "you like."

Inuyasha made some negative sound from deep within his throat, something that might have turned itself into a no if Sesshomaru had allowed it. He did not. He pressed his chin into the place that he had bitten and gained a scream instead. With that scream, he stroked the cock in his hand harder and more furiously adding pleasure to the pain, forcing conflict between those two incestuous sensations.

"Ah! Ah. Ah. Ah. Ahhhh. Ahhhh!" Inuyasha breathed, each little noise gained in desperation.

When he released that flesh, his hand made a trail over the flesh of balls that had tightened for him, fingers teasing the soft lines of that flesh, backwards until he was sliding up that crack of Inuyasha's ass, his fingers, each one, pressing against the tight, hot hole before moving one. For every press, Inuyasha bucked forward against the tree, seeking to get away from an invasion that was not coming quite yet.

Sesshomaru took a step backward. Simultaneously, he brought his flesh down on the flesh of Inuyasha's ass hard enough to make the other male surge upward against the tree. The resulting indignant yelp held no pleasure at all, and Sesshomaru smirked for the wicked sound of it.

"Turn around." It was a definite command. He waited in dark anticipation to see if it would be obeyed. His amber eyes luminesced in the darkness, the interested addition of color so strong, he could see it reflected against the inky blackness of his brother's hair.

A heartbeat passed. And another. And another. Inuyasha's heart was beating in a wild rush. The sound was like the ocean, fierce and tempestuous. Slowly, painfully, slowly, he turned around. Sesshomaru had to resist the urge to use the whip to make him obey faster. Soon enough, though, his brother was facing him.

The look on Inuyasha's face took the demon lord's breath away. There was rage in his eyes. Indignation. Pain. All those things, but just beneath them, just beneath, was Naraku's needy little whore. He could only stare at that bizarre expression as his dick swelled with riotous need.

His hand reached out and cupped his brother's chin. He filled the space between them with himself, staring deeply into the dark and, suddenly, oh so very interesting wells of those dark, human, eyes. Inuyasha's erection rode against his own in heated clash of hard flesh upon hard flesh, hampered only by the material of the robes Sesshomaru wore.

"Someone beat you," Sesshomaru said, contemplatively, "and you liked it."

The smaller male tried to turn his head away. Sesshomaru held him still. His nails made little pinprick marks in Inuyasha's flesh, marks that would be gone in the morning, but stood out so well now.

"No one beat me," Inuyasha said. He was breathing hard. A sheen of sweat coated him more deeply now than before.

Sesshomaru leaned down and tasted that, and the blood that coated his brother's cheek. He growled for the flavor, coldness and nobility abandoned for the first time in so long he could not even recall the last time. His body wanted in a fierce, primal way that was making his demon flesh burn.

"You're lying. There's punishment in that," Sesshomaru warned. His mouth brushed the other's, felt it tremble beneath his own, and moved up to clamp over Inuyasha delicate and perfect nose. His teeth locked on that flesh. "You'll grow this back in the morning, I think, if I take it off now."

"The villagers!" Inuyasha said. "They were not kind. They hit me all the time. For anything. For…nothing, sometimes."

Sesshomaru released the captured flesh in his mouth. "And you liked that?"

His brother stared at him boldly. "I grew used to it!"

"Interesting," Sesshomaru breathed, and it was. He knew nothing about his brother really. He hadn't wanted to know. Inuyasha was just some hideous error that their noble father had made before Naraku's cursed 'dreams'. Now, things were different. And for just an inexplicable second, he thought things were more than that. Things were dangerous. The iniquitous lust that had been swimming in those dark eyes was compelling indeed. His reaction to it was dangerously, demonically, absolute.

The hand on Inuyasha's chin transferred to his shoulder, and Sesshomaru forced him down. His brother hit his knees at the base of the tree. Sesshomaru undid the bindings on his robes, shedding the thing like it was poisonous to him, and he had to be rid of it or he would die. In losing the clothing, the whip cut the sleeve. He barely noticed so rapidly did he shed the thing. He slid the paleness of his tail off his shoulders after he was completely unclothed. Most people mistook the tail for an article of clothing—but it was the most telling example of his true form.

Inuyasha was staring at his dick like it was something truly menacing and terrible. Sesshomaru wrapped his fingers in his brother's hair again, and guided his mouth toward the throbbing erection. Pure panic lit in Inuyasha's eyes the first time that cock bumped against his lips. Sesshomaru held him still easily enough.

"Open your mouth."

The command was as unmistakable as the last one. When it was not immediately obeyed, Sesshomaru's hand transferred to the back of Inuyasha throat, and he jerked that dark head forward, the head of his dick pressed hard against that mouth. Dark claws pierced the flesh that he held. Inuyasha yelped. And that sudden opening was all he needed. He forced his dick inside that hot, wet, hole. He didn't fear his brother's teeth. A human being couldn't hurt him if he tried.

Once inside, that mouth was his. Bound like he was, Inuyasha couldn't even put up the pretense of an effective struggle. He hit the back of his throat, felt his brother gag on the invasion of hot flesh, and simply told him to, "Cooperate."

With a single skilled hand, he manipulated that dark head to the side, in the position that he wanted, so that he could watch this—wide, dark eyes and all. He withdrew, and plunged back in again, halfway. He held him still so he could do nothing but take him in, and with slow, deliberate rhythm he fed himself, inch by inch, to the shuddering person kneeling before him.

Hot and wet, that dark chasm closed, nearly around the throbbing, demanding hardness that his dick had become. The rake of teeth only lent more tendrils of dark pleasure to the deed. He drew that dark head tight and hard against him, fucked that throat like he owned it, because he did this night. He watched his brother struggle not to choke on him, and the more he struggled, the more dick he fed him until Inuyasha learned that if he paid attention he could have some modicum of control in this—if he closed his mouth, if he sucked hard, then it would be Sesshomaru that was forced to retreat.

He learned quickly, and the night echoed with the fierce sucking sounds of the human trying to control the savagery of the demon. Sesshomaru's dick swelled within that heated cavern, throbbing with the sheer pleasure of ownership and submission. "Look at me," he growled at Inuyasha.

Dark eyes rose to meet his, and, again, in those sable depths, he saw that burning, reluctant, flicker of lust. Wholly unexpected. Utterly beautiful.

And damningly dangerous for the hot, all-consuming, sensation that it inspired in Sesshomaru. His dick nearly exploded just for looking at it.

He jerked out of the heated suction of that mouth, let his brother's throat go, and used his foot to shove the other backward. He was on him a second later. Inuyasha had his head to the side, refusing to look at him. Sesshomaru breathed into his ear, "Aren't you full of surprises, little brother."

Hard claws raked across the flat of Inuyasha's stomach, drawing a gasp from him. Sesshomaru licked the ear he had just spoken into, and moved down that silken body, leaving a trail of bites and suction, watching bruises bloom where he sucked hard on flesh that had become his.

His tongue swirled in Inuyasha's navel. He was mindful of every hitching breath and cry as he descended. His tongue swirled across the tip of Inuyasha's cock, his teeth grazing the swollen head with enough pressure to cause the younger male to jerk upward, before he licked that swollen flesh from base to tip.

He was, on some level, aware of the time. Very aware that this night was rapidly coming to an end. The mysteries he had discovered this New Moon would have to wait to be solved upon the next one. He made a wreck of him, sucking on his thighs, grazing flesh with his claws until the flesh welted and, sometimes, split.

He slid between those thighs then, spreading Inuyasha's legs wide. His tongue slid over his testes, and downward into the most intimate part of him.

"Hey," Inuyasha yelled, as his tongue first grazed the twitching bud of his anus. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Sesshomaru only spread him wider, his tongue lathing that heated place with careful deliberation and dark intention. He speared that hot little hole and sucked on it, until those spread thighs trembled to the tune with which he played that body. He left that place wet, and teeth marks on the left ass cheeks as Inuyasha's symphonic scream rent the night.

He flipped him over like he was a rag doll, jerked pale hips up off the ground, and wedged his dick in that tight, wet space. That anus twitched for him. It beat wildly to the mad, rushing tune of Inuyasha's heartbeat. The tip of his dick against that throbbing place, he did not plunge in, but drew Inuyasha back, impaling him inch by inch on his hungry demanding cock. His brother howled. It was as close to a dog's sound as a human was capable of making.

At that sound, he withdrew the two inches he'd gained, and plunged back in, hot and hard, for another. Inuyasha's ass jumped, tried to shake him free. He held it still. "Relax, little bitch," he snarled, and drew him back farther.

His brother's pants and pained yelps rang heavy in the night as he forced himself deeper and deeper within him. He pulled those firm ass cheeks apart for more leverage to maneuver, and watched himself work his way into that space. Halfway and the yelps became breathless pants. He fucked him harder then, taking those inches twice as fast, forcing that ass at his hips like contact was life- preserving.

He screwed himself all the way inside at rock bottom. A certain measure of conquering triumph roiled through him at a heady, intoxicating speed that brought that demonic grin back to his face, stretching the features again in that way he hadn't felt in hundreds and hundreds of years.

Dangerous. The though echoed in his mind again, beneath the pounding blood-rush of fucking his brother. He was not supposed to be deriving this much pleasure from this act. He was not supposed to be intrigued by his brother in anyway. Inuyasha was an annoyance. He was fucking him for sport, because Naraku was a crafty creature and understood the ways of demons. Satisfying the urge was the only way to get his mind back where it belonged. Inuyasha whimpered. The ass he was embedded in clench vice-tight around him and disrupted every thought in his head.

Golden eyes narrowed to compliment the demonic nature of his smile. The grip on his brother's hip tightened and he drew all the way out of that hot hole, and plunged back in to the hilt. His hand moved then to wrap around the bond at Inuyasha's wrists, and tangled in a dark hunk of inky black hair. He pulled both, forcing that body to arch for him. As rough as he was, he found himself searching for something deep within his little brother—the trigger that would add pleasure to the pain. The moment that he found it, the moment that he grazed over it full on, Inuyasha bucked like a wild animal.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Huuuuh! Ahhhhhhhh!"

It was the best scream of the night, and he had elicited quite a few. He shifted position a little, and pounded that ass like it had been stolen and returned—like he'd missed it. He grabbed more hair, making a silken rope of the stuff and using that rope to jerk Inuyasha back to meet him pounding thrust for pounding thrust. His brother's cries, the slap of his hips against that ass that made that ass jump for him, and the wet sound of tight invasion became the only sounds worth listening to.

That ass began to contract in rhythm spasms around his cock. Inuyasha's cries increased, became more savage, beautifully bestial, as if, even in this human form, his body knew exactly what he really was.

Sesshomaru leaned in harder, pressing down now on the arch of the other's back, forcing him down in the dirt and the grass, and when that ass tried to go with it, he slapped it hard enough to leave an bright red imprint on the flesh. "Up," he growled.

Thin hips worked backwards in an effort to collide with his own. Those hips were working hard to keep up with him, taking everything he had to give—pain and pleasure both.

Some twisted part of him wanted to stay that ass, to make it take instead of giving its own demands. But, he was mesmerized. His fingers hooked at Inuyasha's side, feeling the wounds and bruises he had left there—playing with the pain.

His brother uttered a single, libidinous moan for the effort. Sesshomaru's arm wrapped around the other's waist, he jerked him backward, falling back himself in the shifting of position, until he had Inuyasha in his lap, and was working his dick back into that hole. His brother's legs draped his thighs as he pressed himself back in. Inuyasha was still and trembling. Impatience rocking through his frame until they were again connected. Hand on one hip, he guided the dark haired male up and down and up and down until he caught the rhythm. And then he just watched as that tight ass worked him—clumsy at first, but…determined.

"Look at me," he said, and the other male looked back, looked at him with that expression that read: fuck me, abuse me, and there was not cover for it now, no anger and indignation to mask it.

Curse you, Naraku, Sesshomaru thought, and dug his claws into Inuyasha's thigh until the look increased tenfold.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Inuyasha cried.

Sesshomaru dug his claws in deeper. He felt the wetness of blood sliding beneath his fingertips. "Come on, bitch, cum for me!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Now!"

That ass contracted around his dick in a series of violent spasms so strong they hooked his own and dragged it out of him with a savagery that stole his very breath from his body. He came in hot, feral spurts that hadn't quite stopped even as his brother collapsed, quite limply, back against him.

Sesshomaru dragged his brother's unconscious, naked, body by the satin waves of his long black hair. Having met Inuyasha's companions, he knew the stench of every one of them. He found the house easily enough. The few people that he passed in the village where Inuyasha was staying stared at him, and his charge, with a satisfying measure of horror.

Daylight was fast approaching, but it hadn't quite broken the darkness yet. He dragged Inuyasha up several wooden stairs. The door was snatched open before he got there. That annoying human girl stared from him to Inuyasha.

She paused for only a moment before she ran to Inuyasha and collapsed against him. "What happened?"

He shrugged and let his brother's hair go, turning in the night to go back the way he'd come. "He got in a fight with a demon. I found him like that. He's lucky to be alive. He left his precious sword in the woods. He'll know where."

He walked away before she could ask him anymore question. Softly, he heard her calling Inuyasha's name in a panicked tone.

Golden eyes narrowed.

Jaken was waiting where he'd left him six days before—after the first dream.

"Master Sesshomaru!" the imp cried running at him with worship in every step. "Never leave me again."

"Is that an order, Jaken?" Sesshomaru asked, carefully.

The things round yellow eyes widened some more. "No, My Lord, I would never. I just wondered where you were."

"About my own business." Sesshomaru didn't pause at the camp they'd made, he kept walking. He didn't have any particular destination. He rarely did. Nothing was different. Nothing had changed due to Naraku's interference.

The imp took up step beside him. "Yes, my lord. Your own business, of course. Do you mind telling me where we're going now?"

Sesshomaru stared off in the distance. "There's a town nearby, isn't there? I want to have a calendar made. I want to track the moon."