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The Way of The Sword (Chapter 3)

18+. 3.2k, half-sibling incest, age difference, explicit content, strenght kink, breathplay, submission, blowjobs, anal sex, anal fingering, gentle dom sesshoumaru. part 3/?. AO3 link part 1, part 2. Let me know if you want to be tagged!

The search for Naraku might be over, but Inuyasha hasn't escaped his past. He drags it around like a ball and chain. Then he crosses paths with his half-brother again, and learns how to let go.

In which Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru go training together, and reach an arrangement of sorts.

Winter had come. The sky was a deep, velvety black, dotted with stars like a swarm of fireflies. A gentle breeze rustled through the sleeping forest, carrying with it the scent of pine and cedar. Inuyasha didn’t mind the cold. He found the crisp and cool air a refreshing contrast to the warmth of the day. It had its disadvantages, though. He had never gotten used to the feeling of icy snow between his toes, for instance.

Inuyasha stirred the fire, then tied his haori tighter around himself. His fire rat robe made for good insulation, at least. He had set camp in a secluded clearing by the mountains, difficult to reach by foot for most. The shadows of the trees stretched out around him, creating strange figures in the dark. The air was filled with the scent of fire and burnt wood.

Although there were violent spirits roaming the vicinities, Inuyasha paid them little mind. They rarely dared to approach him these days. It only took a sniff for them to realize that messing with him could cost them dearly.

Never got to catch a break before now, ever, he thought, somewhat bitterly, and it's just cause' I reek of Daiyoukai all the time, go figure.

Inuyasha was nervous. His cuticles hurt from all the time he had spent picking at his claws in the last few hours. He had agreed to meet his brother by this clearing. They had talked about what would happen tonight, although not extensively. When letting his desires be known, Sesshoumaru had been subtle and unnecessarily sophisticated in his wording. It had been easy enough for Inuyasha to understand what he meant, though.

He knew, of course, that there was nothing strange about the request. They had taken things slow from the start though, and Inuyasha was finding it increasingly difficult to break the habit.

His relationship with Sesshoumaru was confusing. The way they talked and behaved around each other was contradictory in many ways, which made matters worse. While they’d been nothing but strangers a few years prior, his brother now held multiple roles in his life and they seemed to be constantly morphing and overlapping. At times, Inuyasha was not sure where he was standing. He found it difficult to tell what they were to each other.

In the most practical terms, Sesshoumaru was his mentor. Their arrangement was unconventional for multiple reasons, though. His brother didn’t treat him as though he were a lackey. He’d asked for neither loyalty oaths nor acts of subservience - even defiance seemed to be a matter of little relevance to him, as long as Inuyasha was charming enough about it. The nature of their arrangement was clear, though.

Inuyasha often wondered whether Sesshoumaru thought of him as an equal or not.

There was also the matter of their relation. Inuyasha knew that what they were doing was not abnormal among Daiyoukai. Many noble families saw consanguine marriage as a standard practice to maintain their bloodline pure. Once Sesshoumaru mentioned in passing that his parents had been cousins, so Inuyasha figured their clan was no exception. Humans were not as accepting in that regard, though. It was one of the reasons why he’d made a point not to tell any of his friends about their arrangement.

Inuyasha himself wasn’t sure what to think of it. Sesshoumaru had not been around while he was growing up, and for the longest time, they hadn’t even thought of each other as family. Back then, it had been fairly easy to ignore the fact that they were related. That was no longer the case. Whenever he got his ears pulled for talking back or was scolded for not trying hard enough during training, Inuyasha felt very aware of the fact that Sesshoumaru was his older brother.

Mother would be horrified, he thought once, then proceeded to smack himself on the forearm with Tessaiga’s sheath.

Whenever they met late at night, all talk of training and sword practice forgotten, Sesshoumaru donned yet another face. It was then that his eyes would grow soft and his pupils wide. His hands, which were firm and callous during the day, would turn warm and curious. He was not what Inuyasha had been expecting. At the same time, he could not picture him being any other way. Gentleness was not a word he would have ever associated with his half-brother, in the past.

Was Sesshoumaru his mentor or his sibling? Where they lovers? Was this feeling slowly festering inside him attraction, camaraderie, or something else? It was too much for Inuyasha to handle sometimes.

At last, the time arrived. The air hung heavy and still, like a thick blanket that clung to the skin and prickled the senses. A promise of rain to come. Inuyasha took in the scent of ozone and damp earth. In the distance, the silhouette of a two-headed dragon appeared, enveloped by blue, simmering flames. Sesshoumaru was punctual, as usual. His silvery hair billowed in the breeze, its glow only matched by the scales of his reptile servant, glimmering in the fading light. Behind him, the moon was a pale silver crescent.

Inuyasha observed him from the ground. Sometimes, as he gazed upon his brother, he was reminded of the fairytales his mother used to read to him when he was a child. Sesshoumaru was a higher spirit, after all. As unusually fond as he was of his earthly vessel, he belonged to a different plane. One that neither Inuyasha nor other lesser youkai would ever be able to walk. It stung a little. He didn’t like to be reminded of how different he was from his brother.

As Sesshoumaru dismounted, Inuyasha kept his distance. He did not much care for his riding beast. While one of Ah-Un’s heads seemed to be awfully fond of him, the other one never missed a chance to growl and nip at him. Sesshoumaru had explained once that they were, physiologically, the same creature. Its vessel was inhabited by two souls, though. The mere concept of it was too abstract and strange for Inuyasha to grasp, though.

Sesshoumaru fed Ah-Un a treat, then send him flying back with a whistle. It was only then that Inuyasha approached. What followed was a dance they’d both mastered over time. The one where they engaged in banter and talked of trivial matters, pretending not to know where the night was heading. Then Inuyasha would bat his eyelashes and take his brother by the hand, leading him to lay on a bed, a futon, or on the grass behind some bushes. He didn’t mind making the first move, these days. Sesshoumaru was always easily persuaded.

“You’re very pensive tonight,” Sesshoumaru would say later, as he held Inuyasha by the fire. “How unlike you.”

“Yeah, it’s a theme with me,” Inuyasha replied. “I’m always nervous when some dude’s about to stick his dick in me.”

Sesshoumaru bit him hard on the neck. Inuyasha hissed in pain but made no move to retaliate. He’d been warned many times against speaking in such a manner when they were being intimate.

“You’re mean,” Inuyasha grumbled.

Sesshoumaru’s only reply was a non-committal hum.

His hands were warm, despite the weather. They made their way under Inuyasha’s haori and spread wide against his chest. Then they crawled up to explore the skin between his shoulder blades. For quite some time, Inuyasha had been self-conscious about his slender frame. No matter how much he worked out, it seemed impossible for him to fill out all the sharp angles that formed his body. He wondered sometimes if he could attribute that to being a hanyou, or if he was simply built that way. Sesshoumaru didn’t seem to mind, though.

Inuyasha leaned forward to kiss him. Sesshoumaru licked his lower lip slowly, then bit into it. Inuyasha made a pleased sound at the back of his throat. His hands were itching to uncover fair, creamy skin. He tugged at Sesshoumaru’s haori, then ran his hands over his wide shoulders; his toned chest; his narrow waist lined by mysterious, violet stripes. Sesshoumaru took him by the back of the head, deepening the kiss.

Inuyasha shifted on his brother’s lap. He could feel heat steadily building up inside him. Sesshoumaru pulled him lightly by the hair, then left a trail of love bites across his throat and jaw. Inuyasha groaned, tilting his head back. He liked this part. The quiet intimacy of it all. He let himself be moved, wrapping his legs around Sesshoumaru’s waist as he laid him down on the travel futon. Despite the cold, he felt warm all over.

“Yaknow, I’m still not sure about this,” he said, sending his brother a suspicious look. “What if you knock me up?”

Sesshoumaru arched an eyebrow at him, unimpressed.

“You’re not amusing, Inuyasha.”

“I’m hilarious.”

Inuyasha pressed his lips to Sesshoumaru’s throat. He sucked gently at his pulse point, then felt heat spread in his belly as his brother let out a shaky breath. He never knew he could have this effect on others. In the past, the satisfaction of his lovers had been circumstantial rather than intentional. The feeling had been mutual, for the most part. He wanted Sesshoumaru to enjoy himself, though. Inuyasha liked hearing him panting his name in a ragged voice. He liked seeing his eyes get glazed over with lust, and the pink glow that washed over his face right before orgasm.

Sesshoumaru took him by the neck, pinning him down. He wasn’t faced by the action. Inuyasha was slowly becoming familiar with his little eccentricities in bed. There was a hand pressing on his throat, just hard enough to render him immobile. The other one was trailing down his torso. Inuyasha inhaled deeply as Sesshoumaru took a hold of his cock, rubbing it through the fabric of his hakama.

“I always knew you were kinda kinky, yaknow?”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, it was the outfit,” Inuyasha said. Sesshoumaru dug his palm harder into his groin, making him tilt his head back. “It- ah, it leaves an impression.”

“How embarrassing,” Sesshoumaru replied. “I thought I was good at concealing it.”

“No way, man.” Inuyasha took a deep breath, trying to clear his head. Sesshoumaru made it very hard to keep up with the conversation, sometimes. “Your domination kink can be seen from miles away.”

Sesshoumaru squeezed his neck just a little bit harder, then started untying the straps of his hakama.

“You ought not to complain, then,” he said, pulling out Inuyasha’s hard member. He circled the head with his thumb, pulling the foreskin down. “You knew what you were getting into.”

“No, no,” Inuyasha said, biting into his lip. “I ain’t complaining.”

Sesshoumaru pulled down his hakama the rest of the way, then knelt between Inuyasha’s legs. He pushed them further apart, then sucked on the tender skin of his inner thigh. Inuyasha closed his eyes, running a hand through his hair. Sesshoumaru took his time, leaving a map of hickeys in his wake. Inuyasha giggled as he felt hands grabbing onto his buttocks. Dimly, he became aware of Sesshoumaru’s warm breath lingering on his member.

“Y-you don’t gotta do that, yaknow,” he gasped.

Sesshoumaru looked at him strangely.

“I certainly don’t have to.”

The tip of a tongue flicked against the underside of Inuyasha’s cock. Sesshoumaru closed his lips around him, sinking down. Inuyasha tilted his head back, struggling not to move. Sesshoumaru bubbled his head up and down his shaft, moving his fist in sync. Then he paused at the tip and sucked on it delicately. Inuyasha felt in a daze. He pushed a few errant strands of hair out of Sesshoumaru’s eyes. It was remarkable. Even while going down on him, he still managed to look graceful.

“Your ears go down when I do this,” Sesshoumaru said, and his eyes were wide and unusually dark. “How… interesting.”

“Khe, good save. I know what you were gonna say,” Inuyasha replied. Sesshoumaru squeezed his balls lightly, then licked a long line from the base of his cock to the head. Inuyasha moaned, opening his legs wider. “I know, the ears are cute as fuck. You’re not- ah, you’re not the first one to notice.”

Sesshoumaru stopped, then reached into his saddlebag. He produced a small vial that was translucent and had a dark golden tint. Inuyasha sniffed the air. It was clove oil. Sesshoumaru poured the substance over his fingers, then rubbed at the stretch of skin just below his balls. When he stroked just an inch lower, Inuyasha’s legs shook. He let out a high, pitiful sound.

“I- sorry,” he said, panting heavily. “It’s just… it’s been a while.”

Instead of replying, Sesshoumaru slid one finger inside. Inuyasha’s toes curled. It occurred to him that he shouldn’t be sweating as much, considering the weather. He licked his dry lips, very aware of the digit slowly moving in and out of him. Sesshoumaru was staring. Inuyasha struggled to maintain his gaze. It was hard not to be self-conscious about the whole thing, under such scrutiny.

“What?” Inuyasha snapped.

Sesshoumaru tilted his head to the side, then hummed to himself. He arched his finger, making Inuyasha gasp. It took him a moment to realize that his brother was not looking at his face, but rather somewhere above his head.

“I’m doing the thing with the ears again, is that it?”

“Perhaps.”

Sesshoumaru didn’t look apologetic in the slightest. Inuyasha was almost offended.

“You’re such a fetishist.”

“I am not,” Sesshoumaru replied primly. “I’m just fond of them.”

Inuyasha glared down at him. Sesshoumaru leaned forward to plant a kiss on his mouth, then added a second finger. It was hard to stay cross with him, after that. Sesshoumaru had large, elegant hands. He’d trimmed his claws for the occasion, which was thoughtful. In the past, Inuyasha had avoided penetrative sex whenever possible. He’d always found the set of necessary yet awkward preparations to be too much of a hassle. This was nice, though.

When he was ready, he turned to lie on his stomach. Sesshoumaru straddled him and spread his buttocks apart, pouring a bit more lube on him. Inuyasha shivered, not at all used to feeling so exposed. He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous. He knew Sesshoumaru was not going to hurt him on purpose. Although he was certainly more dominant in bed than any of his previous partners, pain wasn’t really his thing. At least, not in Inuyasha’s experience. His uneasiness persisted, though.

“I've thought of this for a while,” Sesshoumaru said.

He was pressing the head of his cock against Inuyasha’s ass, not quite breaching him. Inuyasha could feel his face heating up. He never knew how to react, when Sesshoumaru started speaking like that.

“Oh, yeah?” he said. “You think of my ass a lot?”

Inuyasha felt a sharp, stinging pain across one of his buttocks. It took him a moment to realize that Sesshoumaru had spanked him. He actually gasped.

“No way you did that, man!” he said, turning around to glare at his brother. “You’re mean and rude.”

“Not at all,” Sesshoumaru replied. “I’ve warned you, repeatedly.”

His brother chose that moment to press forward. A betraying moan distorted Inuyasha's comeback beyond comprehension. For a moment, he was aware of nothing but Sesshoumaru’s heavy breathing and the warm, surprisingly large intrusion moving inside him. His body’s first reaction was to fight it. Inuyasha went through the slow, difficult process of loosening his muscles. It had been a long time. Once he was seated fully inside him, Sesshoumaru made a low, pleased sound.

It was all very easy, after that. Sesshoumaru’s pace was hard yet measured. There was a sharp edge to it all. Pleasured seemed to cut through Inuyasha like a knife. Sesshoumaru took him by the hair and pulled at it, but he didn’t mind. The roughness of it was oddly appealing. Inuyasha arched his back, rising his hips in the air. Sesshoumaru put his arms around him, pressing him against his chest as he moved.

Inuyasha closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Sesshoumaru’s hands raking through his body. There were cold lips tracing the freckles across his shoulders. Beside them, the fire was burning brightly. Inuyasha stared into the flames as their pace slowly increased. Sesshoumaru’s familiar scent was all around him, clouding his senses. Inuyasha knew that he would be smelling of him for weeks to come, and tried not to think too hard about how pleased that made him feel.

Sesshoumaru cupped his balls in his palm then, squeezing them softly. Inuyasha made a strangled sound, unconsciously clenching around him.

“Ah, Inuyasha,” Sesshoumaru whispered in his ear. “You like that?”

He started moving his hand up and down Inuyasha’s cock, never stopping his thrusting. Inuyasha felt like he was melting.

“You ask me if I like that, damn,” he replied, shivering. “Say my name again?”

Sesshoumaru chuckled, then licked a stripe along Inuyasha’s cheek. He complied, though. In these private, quiet moments he could be surprisingly amenable. Inuyasha liked that. No one had ever doted on him before. He could tell, without looking down, that he was leaking profusely over his brother’s hand. Sesshoumaru was panting at his ear, whispering tender words. His pace was steadily increasing.

Suddenly, he stopped. Inuyasha could feel heat spreading inside him. Sesshoumaru took a moment, breathing heavily above him. Then he put his hand around Inuyasha’s member again and slowly led him to orgasm. Inuyasha’s legs were shaking. Sesshoumaru’s long hair had fallen all around him, mingling with his own. Even by the light of the fire, the strands were indistinguishable from one another. Warmth enveloped Inuyasha when he noticed.

Sesshoumaru pulled out of him. Inuyasha trembled as he felt something warm sliding down his thighs. He would have to go to the river to wash himself in the morning, and he was not looking forward to it. He turned to lay on his back. Sesshoumaru looked tired. His usually well-groomed hair was in a disarray and his eyes were drowsy. At times like this, he almost seemed mortal.

Inuyasha retrieved his haori to wrap it around his brother's shoulders, then pulled him down. Sesshoumaru took a glimpse at the garment, frowning. He didn’t push Inuyasha away, though. Instead, he put his arms around him, getting comfortable on the futon. There was that softness around his eyes again. Inuyasha frowned as he felt something warm wrapping itself around his feet. He looked down. It was his brother’s mokomoko.

“Barefoot, even in this cold,” Sesshoumaru chided. His voice was fond, though. “What am I to do with you?”

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The Way of The Sword (Chapter 1)

18+. 3.5k, half-sibling incest, age difference, trust issues, self-steem issues, heavy flirting, relationship negotiation, making out, unresolved sexual tension, canon-typical violence. part 1/?. AO3 link, part 2, part 3. Let me know if you want to be tagged!

The search for Naraku might be over, but Inuyasha hasn't escaped his past. He drags it around like a ball and chain. Then he crosses paths with his half-brother again, and learns how to let go.

In which Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru go training together, and reach an arrangement of sorts.

Although suitably scenic, the walk to the designated place felt like the longest Inuyasha had taken in his life.

He could feel neither youkai nor humans around. For the first time in quite some time, he was surrounded by nothing but nature and the occasional critter. Once, he would have welcomed the solitude. Inuyasha had never been much of a social creature, despite Kagome's adamant attempts to change that aspect of his nature. Now that she was gone, he found the silence terribly aggravating.

The clearing was difficult to spot. It was far from the roads and secluded in a way that seemed deliberate. The privacy of the setting added to his unease. Complex social situations had never been his forte, and in his book, this was the strangest he'd come across in quite some time. Perhaps ever.

Sesshoumaru's arrival was announced by a shift in the atmosphere. A distinctive electrical smell flooded the clearing as if a storm were approaching. Inuyasha's hair stood on end. He took a deep breath, fighting down the instinctive responses that his half-brother never failed to awaken in him. Daiyoukai could smell that sort of thing, and he didn't feel like making a fool out of himself today.

Inuyasha took a seat on a nearby rock and waited.

Eventually, Sesshoumaru walked out of the foliage, nonchalance painting his every move. Inuyasha stood up and put his hands in his pockets, trying to match his half-brother's energy. Internally, he was trying not to fidget. It still wasn't entirely clear to him what this meeting was about. He thought he had an idea. Double guessing himself was one of Inuyasha's bad habits, though, and one never knew when it came to the Lord of the West.

There was the chance that this would end in broken bones and unnecessary bloodshed, the way it did back in the day. It could also very well be another of Sesshoumaru's psychotic mind games. Although in recent times they'd seemed to reach some type of understanding, Inuyasha knew better than anyone how unpredictable his half-brother could be.

Sesshoumaru showed no outward signs of aggressiveness. Of course, to say that his expression was amiable or welcoming in any way would have been a gross exaggeration. There was, however, an obvious absence of glaring, which was already an improvement from previous interactions.

“This is unexpected,” Sesshoumaru said. “I did not think you'd be so punctual.”

Inuyasha felt his face heat up at the remark. Some of the tension left his body, though.

With time, he had learned to identify the subtle signs that gave away his half-brother's unstable moods. Although teasing, Sesshoumaru's voice betrayed no anger. There was that softness around his eyes that meant he was pleased.

“Khe, y’know me. Always full of surprises,” Inuyasha replied. “‘sides, I like to keep you on your toes.”

“Mmm, you certainly try.”

“So, are we doing this? Or did you make me walk all the way down here just for a chit-chat?” Inuyasha asked, casually unsheathing his sword.

Sesshoumaru was usually not affronted by his bluntness. That was something Inuyasha liked about him. Of course, he was a snob in every sense of the word, but more often than not Sesshoumaru was willing to indulge his boorish behaviors if only to maintain a semblance of peace between the two. Why ever his former nemesis would want to keep things civil between them when they'd always been anything but, Inuyasha wasn't sure. He figured he'd find out if he stuck around long enough.

“I see we are off to a bad start,” Sesshoumaru pointed out.

He didn't draw out his sword, as Inuyasha expected him to. Instead, Sesshoumaru stepped closer, seemingly unconcerned by Tessaiga's proximity. He reached towards the handle of the weapon, covering Inuyasha's hands with his own. The touch was light but insistent. After a moment's hesitation, Inuyasha slacked his grip, allowing his wrists to be maneuvered so that the sword was parallel to the ground. Sesshoumaru placed Inuyasha's right hand firmly on top of the handle, then moved the left one to the bottom.

“That's how you properly hold a sword,” he said. Inuyasha could feel a faint heat spreading down his throat. He was very aware of Sesshoumaru's eyes trained on his face, but couldn't make himself look up. “Keep a grip that's firm enough so that it doesn't slip, but loose enough so you can easily maneuver it.”

“Right. Sounds like a no-brainer.”

“And yet you've been getting it wrong all this time.”

“Oh, fuck off. I knew you'd be an asshole about this.”

When Sesshoumaru first offered to help him polish his technique with the sword, Inuyasha hadn't been sure whether or not it was a joke. The invitation had been quite rude and nothing short of condescending, which gave room to doubt. Yet here they were, and a part of Inuyasha was still expecting his brother to burst out laughing and call it a day. If Sesshoumaru was amused by the situation in any way, he was quite adept at not showing it, though. He seemed neither anxious nor unsure, as if this were just something they did every day.

“Your posture is wrong,” Sesshoumaru said. Without warning, he used his leg to push Inuyasha's feet further apart. “A wide stance makes keeping your balance easier.”

Inuyasha felt a shiver run through him. He was first and foremost a creature of instinct, and being this close to his half-brother had never brought him anything but pain. His gut reaction was to back away. There was something more to it, though. A nagging feeling at the back of his head told him that these touches were not casual. This blatant disregard for personal space was intentional and increasing.

Behind Sesshoumaru’s steady gaze laid an invitation, yet to be spoken. As if he were testing the waters, so to speak, while hiding his intentions behind elaborate excuses. It frustrated Inuyasha to no end. He almost felt like kicking him back. Reluctant as he was to start a physical confrontation today, he went for his next best weapon.

“Hey, hey, careful now,” he said, side-eyeing his brother. “I know I'm quite the catch, but let's not get handsy.”

Sesshoumaru gave him the most unimpressed look he'd ever witnessed in his life.

“Why, I would never,” he replied.

Rationally, Inuyasha knew that nowadays his half-brother had little to no reason to hurt him. Still, there were times he couldn't quite shake off the feeling that he wasn't safe around Sesshoumaru. That there were, perhaps, ulterior motives to this unexpected offer of camaraderie. For the most part, he tried not to let it show. It seemed petty, in a way. As if he were hanging onto resentment while Sesshoumaru, of all people, kept holding his hand out to him.

The whole thing turned out to be a tedious affair. Part of him had hoped for nothing more than a friendly match. It didn't seem like Sesshoumaru was about to entertain that idea, though. He was clearly much more preoccupied with Inuyasha's pitiful stance and the sorry state of his blade. Inuyasha couldn't help but feel a bit affronted.

He thought he'd learned the way of the sword remarkably well, for someone who'd never had a mentor.

Afterward, they sat together by the banks of a nearby river. The day had morphed into a breezy afternoon, and the sound of rustling leaves and water flowing filled the air.

“Ah. A tengu spirit?”

“Yeah, one of those ugly fuckers.”

Inuyasha shifted to lie on his side, pulling out a piece of grass that had gotten into his ear.

“Is that how you spend your time now?” Sesshoumaru asked, looking down at him from the large stone he'd claimed by the riverside. “Guarding little human villages against filthy critters? How pitiful.”

“Whatever. Keeps me in shape and it's not like it's hard,” Inuyasha replied. “And who are you to trash on my past times? Only thing you do when I'm not around is brood and hang out with an eight-year-old. If anyone's lame here, I can assure you it's not me.”

“I stand corrected, then.”

“Sure you do, asshole. Anyway, it was a big ol' fucker,” Inuyasha continued, unbothered by the interruption. “And I knew they were ugly, yaknow, but goddamn, this one was on a whole other level. Really gave me the creeps. It was just for show, though. Didn’t give too much of a fight.”

“Tengu rarely make for worthy opponents,” Sesshoumaru conceded. “Not all enemies are so easily defeated, though.”

Something in Sesshoumaru's voice made Inuyasha look up.

Not too long ago, he wouldn't have been able to tell that anything was amiss. His half-brother was hard to read as a general rule, and Inuyasha was admittedly quite slow on the uptake when people didn't speak straight to him. Subtlety wasn't a virtue of his. They'd been spending quite some time together as of late, though, and the shift in Sesshoumaru’s demeanor was evident to him.

“What will happen when it's not a filthy crow chasing after you, but a proper Daiyoukai?”

Sesshoumaru was clearly not smiling. There was certainly a quiet, predatory edge to his expression though, and Inuyasha wasn't sure what to make of it. He suddenly got the impression that there was something he was missing.

“What you mean?”

Sesshoumaru seemed to carefully consider his next words.

“I mean to say that, for a hanyou, you are a fairly decent warrior." Sesshoumaru managed not to sound condescending, just barely. “But if you are ever to face off a true Daiyoukai, that will not help you. Some levels cannot be reached without proper training.”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” Inuyasha said, hackles rising.

It occurred to him, for a moment, that Sesshoumaru was trying to pick up a fight. His brother did not rise to the challenge, though. He merely looked down at Inuyasha’s thunderous expression and chuckled. He looked irritated, but almost in a fond way. As if he wanted to be mad at Inuyasha, but couldn't quite manage.

“You've never had a proper mentor,” Sesshoumaru said. It was not a question. “One can tell from miles away.”

“Well, duh,” Inuyasha replied, crunching his nose. “Who would I ask, dumbass?”

“That is quite unusual, for youkai your age.”

“Yeah, well, you said it.” Inuyasha shrugged, settling back down on the grass. “For youkai.”

Sesshoumaru did not reply. Whatever he'd been trying to convey, he seemingly decided it was not worth the trouble.

Despite Inuyasha's initial worries, practicing sword fighting with his half-brother hadn't turned into a deadly encounter. It had all been quite dull, actually. His hands and lower back still hurt from all the times Sesshoumaru had smacked him with the sheath to correct his standing. At least they'd eventually progressed to using targets, even if the bamboo sticks did come across as rather underwhelming opponents.

As vicious as Sesshoumaru's scolding was, Inuyasha couldn't complain. He knew better than anyone that his technique was sloppy, and they were far from the worst injuries he’d sustained after an encounter with Sesshoumaru. He'd be as good as new in the morning, anyway.

“Better to get going, I think. My camp is kinda far,” Inuyasha said, squinting at the horizon. It was already late in the afternoon and the sun was setting. Sesshoumaru only nodded.

As Inuyasha made a move to stand, Sesshoumaru reached out. Inuyasha found himself staring blankly at the hand hanging before him. He hesitated for a moment, although he knew it was silly.

Once he thought he'd never see the day his brother would be able to take his hand without feeling disgusted. Just a couple of years ago, Sesshoumaru could barely stand the sight of him. Somewhere along the line things had changed, though. It felt like a big deal, for some reason. As if they'd reached a milestone together.

Inuyasha shook his head and took the offered hand.

Sesshoumaru pulled him up but didn’t release him immediately. As Inuyasha made to move away, he tightened his grip and pulled him forwards. Inuyasha went rigid. Being this close to Sesshoumaru was a peculiar experience. The old familiar scent of electricity was suddenly surrounding him, making his senses tingle. He forced himself to look up and meet his brother's gaze.

“You should know I don't make a habit of it. The chasing, I mean,” Sesshoumaru said. “It's not in my nature. Playing games does not interest me, and I’m straightforward when seeking this type of arrangement. If you tell me you are not interested, don't expect me to insist.”

Inuyasha stared.

He had not thought Sesshoumaru would actually say it out loud.

A number of things became clear to Inuyasha, all at once. He understood now why Sesshoumaru had invited him to practice sword fighting together when they'd never done such a thing in the past. Why he’d chosen this secluded clearing for their meeting, away from interruptions and prying eyes. His half-brother had spoken about proper training and a mentor because he'd been making an offering. Inuyasha wasn't sure what to think. He'd never had a master before, although it was a fairly common practice between youkai warriors. He'd figured it came with the package of being a hanyou.

Despite his mild understanding of it, Inuyasha also knew this type of arrangement went far beyond training. Mentorship had to be traded in for something, and he didn't know if he was ready or willing to give it. Especially to Sesshoumaru.

“I wasn't,” he forced himself to say. “Playing games, that is.”

“Ah, you weren't?”

“No, I just didn't think… didn't think you actually meant it. Like, you were just - I dunno, fooling around,” Inuyasha said, almost dragging out the words. His face felt very hot. “I mean, we ain't got a nice baggage.”

“That doesn't bother me.”

“Oh.”

Inuyasha was very aware of Sesshoumaru still holding his hand. His grip was firm yet careful. He kept rubbing circles on the palm with the pad of his thumb. It'd been a very long time since anyone had touched Inuyasha with such gentleness. He wouldn't have thought Sesshoumaru was capable of it.

“Does it bother you?”

“No, I'm not saying that, it's just-” Inuyasha cut himself off.

He knew what he wanted to say. Knowing it and actually getting it out there seemed like two very different things at the moment, though. This is why he avoided direct confrontations whenever possible.

“Ah. Perhaps this is your way of letting this Sesshoumaru down gently?”

“No, that's not what this is.”

Inuyasha’s eyes were trained on the ground.

“I just… don't get it,” he said. “I'm still me, yaknow? It's not like anything's changed.”

“What hasn't changed?”

“Who I am. What I am,” Inuyasha replied. He was trying very hard not to sound bitter. “Why would you want this?”

At first, Sesshoumaru kept quiet. Inuyasha wondered if he was pondering what to say, or if he simply had no answer to give. Perhaps Sesshoumaru himself didn't understand the reasoning behind his proposal. It could very well be that he wanted him while still resenting his true nature. Inuyasha knew that sometimes desire and aversion came hand in hand.

It wouldn't be the first time he found himself entangled in that web.

“I thought we had agreed that was in the past,” Sesshoumaru said.

“I… yeah, I guess we did.”

Inuyasha grimaced. He wasn't sure why he felt the need to bring it up again, and now of all times.

In the past, even people who'd genuinely cared about him had found his heritage to be something of an inconvenience. Whether it was the demonic or the human one, they felt the need to choose a side - to pick him apart and build with the pieces something easier to call their own. Kikyo had been the only one powerful enough to make it a reality, but really most people in his life had had the same pretensions, to different extents.

All of them, except Kagome.

Ever since the human girl had gone back to her timeline, Inuyasha hadn't entertained the idea of pursuing anyone else. Building something worthwhile hadn’t seemed possible, with neither humans nor youkai. What right did Sesshoumaru have to ask that trust from him now, after everything they'd done to each other? It didn't seem fair, or rational in any way.

“You said your camp was far away,” Sesshoumaru said, out of the blue.

“Uh… yeah, I said that,” Inuyasha replied.

His brother let go of him, then. Inuyasha frowned as he saw him silently widen the distance between them.

“You should be in your way, then.”

Inuyasha felt his stomach sink. He hadn't meant for his silence to be interpreted as a refusal. For a being over 500 years old, Sesshoumaru did have a rather juvenile habit of reacting poorly whenever he felt rejected. He could see it now in his tight lips, in the barely there frown grazing his forehead.

“Hey, come on, don't get your panties in a twist,” Inuyasha said. He took his brother by the sleeve to keep him from moving further away. “It's not like I’m saying no.”

Sesshoumaru's only response was to raise his eyebrows at him. Inuyasha shifted where he stood.

“Can you just… I dunno, give me some time?”

Sesshoumaru stared at him for a moment, as if sizing him up.

"That would be agreeable," he said.

Inuyasha signed, only then realizing how tense he'd become. Neither of them tried to move away. Inuyasha picked at his brother's robe, fishing for something to break the ice.

“Your pickup lines are super lame, by the way,” he said, eventually. “Not to be a hater, but they are totally getting banned.”

Sesshoumaru didn't quite smile at his attempt at banter. For once, Inuyasha was able to identify the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips, though.

“I'm glad to know I was able to amuse you so.”

Sesshoumaru stepped back into his personal space, hand resting just to the side of Inuyasha’s waist. As intimidating as it could be to have his brother stand so close, Inuyasha couldn't deny there was also a thrill to it. Underneath that primal instinct to flee, there also ran a need to stay and tempt the danger. To bare his neck and submit to the tremendous power Sesshoumaru held.

Inuyasha still wasn't sure how much of those impulses were a result of attraction, and how much of it was nothing but raw instinct. Even now, he didn't think he entirely understood his demonic side. It occurred to him for the first time that if he accepted, this was one of the many things that would become clearer to him, eventually. He wasn't sure whether the way his stomach flipped was due to fear or excitement.

Inuyasha's awareness tunneled as he saw Sesshoumaru leaning forwards. Fingers were curling around his neck, and the scent of rain filled his senses. Inuyasha barely registered their noses awkwardly bumping together as their lips met.

Due to both naivety and lack of privacy, Inuyasha's past relationships distinctly lacked any carnal component. Making out had never felt like the preamble of something else. This was different. Exponentially different. Not at all sure what to do with his hands, Inuyasha found himself gripping the yellow obi surrounding Sesshoumaru's waist. Heat was steadily spreading through him.

Even with the armor on, Sesshoumaru's body felt warm and welcoming around him. As soon as the kiss began, though, Inuyasha could feel him pulling away. He took him by the shoulder, forcing him to stay. To prolong it for just a little longer. Sesshoumaru smiled against his chin and bit playfully into his lower lip. It felt right, in a way. As if Inuyasha were saying, however indirectly, that he did want him back.

As they pulled apart, there was a glint in Sesshoumaru's eyes that hadn't been there before.

“Same place and time, three days from now,” he said, voice unusually low. “If you do not come, I'll know what your answer is.”

Inuyasha nodded, not feeling up to the task of speaking just yet.

That day they bid their goodbyes and parted ways. Inuyasha still wasn't sure what to make of what had been said, or what his answer would be next time they crossed paths. His misgivings, as usual, would not leave him. It was only as he was making his way back to the village that realization dawned on him. During their training, Sesshoumaru laid hands on Tessaiga. Not once, but many times.

The sword had not burned him.

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