InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Beyond Friendship: Be Who You Are ❯ A Dangerous Mistake ( Chapter 6 )

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Chapter 6 - A Dangerous Mistake

Sesshoumaru noticed Inuyasha’s hands clench into fists.

“As I got a little older, Mum got a bit more relaxed around Naraku and I used to sometimes go to his house to spend the day. Mum had to work and I used to get bored at home alone. Naraku’s house was much better than ours so as a kid, I used to love spending time there.”

Inuyasha remembered the spacious, luxurious house that he’d beg his mother to spend his days in. The house contained everything that 10 year olds valued more than boring safety and a mother’s concern.

Izayoi had been extremely reluctant to allow him to go that first time but Inuyasha had cried and begged and she’d finally relented. Even so, she’d left work before time and gone to pick him up much earlier than she had promised. But Inuyasha had been so happy, singing his Uncle Naraku’s praises to the sky, she had allowed him to go back. And then, it had sort of become routine from there.

“It went on for years, I guess till I was…maybe 14 or so in human terms.”

The hanyou gripped the glass in his hands tightly and swallowed, staring at the floor with unfocused eyes.

“I-I didn’t even know what he-what he was…doing, at first, only that it felt weird and not very good.”

He could dimly remember those first few touches, but the memory was hazy. He had tried so hard to forget that he’d almost succeeded. Only, unfortunately, that meant that he remembered all the more clearly in his nightmares, the one he woke up sweating from, muffling his scream in the pillows because he was so used to hiding certain things from his mother that it came naturally to him, even in sleep.

“It happened when we – I was playing a video game and he casually came sat next to me to watch, only, he was too close and his hands-“

Inuyasha broke off, unable to articulate the feeling he got from his favorite uncle’s hand on his ass. He’d stiffened at first, not knowing what to do when he felt the man touching him where he’d never been touched before. When he’d failed to move, the dark hanyou had deepened the touch, kneading the ass cheek, slipping his hand in his covered crack…

He hastily drained the last of the wine from his glass, then roughly set it on the table and grabbed the wine bottle himself, filling it right to the brim, uncaring that it wasn’t proper etiquette to fill a wine glass so much.

Sesshoumaru watched him quietly, not bothered in the least that the expensive wine was going to finish fast at this rate. But Inuyasha was skating on thin ice, allowing himself to get drunk in front of the demon. A hanyou should know better than to place so much trust in a powerful demon he barely knew…and he’d told the boy he was a daiyoukai. But Inuyasha didn’t seem to mind being wasted and at his mercy…well, it was Inuyasha’s choice to take that chance.

But the didn’t notice the demon Lord’s gaze turn calculative. He was too caught up in memories.

“That first time, I-I couldn’t even understand that he was making a move because yeah, I’d heard of guys doing that to girls but you don’t even- don’t even ever think about someone who’s been a father to you doing that.”

Inuyasha smiled blankly, eyes wild. “I- I remember I looked at him and he- he didn’t even look fazed or worried…he was smiling like it was normal and I felt- I felt it would be impolite to wrench his hand away.”

Bile rose in his throat as he remembered how the reverence that he’d held for the man prevented him from protecting himself even in the most basic sense and he’d fought his instincts that dictated that he remove the offending hand and run.

“He didn’t do…didn’t do anything else that day…” Inuyasha revealed, eyes bitter. “I went home. Next day, Naraku brought me expensive gifts. I was afraid he was going to suggest I come over to his house again and I….I still liked him too much to refuse him but he didn’t. He came around after a few days but didn’t do anything. It was something I had tried to forget, all that while and since he didn’t make any mention of it, or ever do it again…”

The hanyou took a deep breath.

“Finally, I was the one who suggested that I’d like to go to his place. I was a little worried but I was sure it would never happen again.”

Inuyasha smiled mockingly at himself.

“Because Naraku was I good guy, I thought, and he probably made a mistake, or something.”

He didn’t notice the hardening of Sesshoumaru’s eyes.

“And he didn’t. He didn’t touch me that day and things pretty much went back to normal after that. I…I tried my best to forget the whole incident ever happened.”

Izayoi had, by then, begun to get over her fears of the hanyou and thought that perhaps Kikyou had somewhat exaggerated when she’d desperately warned her against the hanyou.

“But since that day, Naraku began to get me and ma wonderful and expensive gifts.”

Inuyasha remembered the huge T.V. set, videogames and CDs for him and jewelry for his mother.

“Ma was so surprised that at first, she refused to accept the expensive gifts but Naraku convinced her saying he liked to spoil me because I was like the son he never had.”

The young man in his teens had been delighted to finally have something to boast about to his peers.

“Then one day, months later, when I was at his place, he-he took me to his bedroom.”

The half-demon’s fist clenched as he remembered how stupid and naive he’s been.

“I-I thought it was a bit weird but I was too polite to refuse. And then he- he locked us in and-“

He hadn’t realized his voice had begun shaking along with his hands. The little wine left in his glass sloshed, about to spill over at any moment.

He clenched his jaw, trying to get the words out as he remembered being forced onto the bed. Naraku had grabbed him by the arms and thrown him on the bed, then crawled on top of him. The violence of the dark hanyou’s actions had finally shaken him out of his stupor and he’d fought, slashing and biting.

“You little shit, after the way you’ve teased me for months, you think you can play coy now?”

Inuyasha had stopped struggling out of shock, unable to believe the venomous words coming out of the charming, sophisticated man’s mouth, from Uncle Naraku, who’d never said anything derogatory to him once, the only guy who’d treated him with nothing but respect.

But this was not even the same man now. Naraku’s eyes were frenzied, wild with lust and violence. His dark hair, free from the ponytail he usually wore it in, fell about his shoulders in untamed curls.

“I-I didn’t,” Inuyasha protested in a small voice, “I never- never wanted to- you’re… please…”

His mind had gone blank as he listened to the words spilling from his lips. Naraku smirked nastily as Inuyasha’s t-shirt was literally ripped to shreds, followed by his jeans. Inuyasha’s fear heightened as he saw the tattered remains of his clothes.

“Why-why are you- Naraku-san…”

Naraku laughed. “Don’t be silly, boy.”

With a sudden burst of fear and adrenaline, Inuyasha threw the hanyou off him and sent him stumbling back.

“I won’t let you!” he shouted. “Get the fuck away from me, you-you…”

Naraku’s eyes darkened as he advanced on the trembling boy.

“You’re going to pay for that.”

“He said…he said I’d…I’d led him on and that first time he’d touched me, I hadn’t pushed him away, that I’d liked it, that I-I’d made him want me and that he was just doing what I wanted… ”

He turned hunted eyes up to meet Sesshoumaru’s intense gaze.

“I almost believed him too,” he muttered softly.

And maybe he wasn’t wrong, he thought, unable to completely dismiss the idea that had remained at the back of his mind, even as he found himself unable to pursue it.

He drained the wine that had magically appeared in his glass. He’d not notice when Sesshoumaru had filled it up for him again. How many glasses had he had?

“But not enough to just-just lie down for him,” Inuyasha continued. “When he tried to force himself on me, I slashed him across the chest.”

The four marks had healed almost as soon as they were made but it was warning enough for the dark hanyou not to let those claws anywhere near his vulnerable areas.

“You know,” Naraku smirked, wiping the blood off his healed chest with his fingers and holding them up to contemplate the color. “I’m going to do this, one way or another. It will be you…or dear sweet Izayoi…take your pick.”

Inuyasha stared at him uncomprehendingly for a moment before the full meaning of the words registered. His face paled.

“M-mother?” he asked uncertainly.

For the first time, Naraku smiled an oily, nasty smile that Inuyasha would thenceforth come to hate…the smile that he would learn to see behind all his polite smiles from that day forth.

“I’m sure you know that I can do exactly what I want with Izayoi. She doesn’t have sharp little claws like you, after all…humans are so fragile, poor things-“

“No!” Inuyasha shouted, “You can’t…you can’t touch her! You won’t touch my mother! Please…” the order ended in a desperate plea.

Naraku sneered. “Then get on that bed and raise your ass like a good little bitch!”

The silence of the night was broken as the wine glass in Inuyasha’s hand shattered violently, causing rivulets of blood to run down his hands. But Inuyasha, by now, had too much alcohol in his system to notice the pain.

“You know,” he said, voice raspy and throat dry, despite all the wine he’d drunk. “They say the first time’s always the worst and then people get used to it from there. They say you become numbed to it.”

He turned haunted, hard eyes at his boyfriend, meeting the demon Lord’s gaze.

“You don’t.”

He swallowed hard again and turned his eyes away. But it wasn’t so difficult looking at Sesshoumaru’s face as he’s expected. He’d expected to see some sort of judgment there – pity or anger or disgust or revulsion or something but Sesshoumaru’s face was a stony mask. It made him feel better, somehow.

“You never get used to it. The first time’s the most…the most painful, physically, but each time after that is that much worse.”

Despite the fact that he was safe in this mansion with state of the art security, Inuyasha felt his heart speed up, felt the knot of tension and fear and dread in his chest, as if…as if no time had passed at all…as if he was still where that monster could order him to bend to his whims. The agony of waiting, of always being on edge, not knowing when the bastard would order him to pleasure him…it became worse and worse, the more depraved things Naraku exposed him to, gradually taking him to new depths.

“Y-ya never-never become numb to it…it just- it just keeps happening, again and again till…till you start to enjoy it.”

“I didn’t return home that night coz I was too hurt to be able to walk. Naraku made me call ma and tell her I was sleeping over.”

The fear that Naraku would do to his mother what he had done to him gave him the strength to make his voice sound cheerful enough to fool his mother. Inuyasha had never been a good liar till then, far from it, but from that day on, he would be.

“Naraku…he was…he didn’t just like the…the fucking. He liked to fuck with my head too. He was sweet till I couldn’t see him as a monster anymore, till I saw him again as my- as the man who was like a father to me…and then he would say horrible things, cruel things that…that no one should have to hear.”

His eyes glazed over with alcohol and a curious detachment as all the things that he’d tried so hard to forget came back to him full force.

“Like he kept coming over to our house, bringing those gifts but then, when we were alone, he’d tell me….he’d tell me the real reason I allowed him to touch me was because I wanted the expensive things.”

Inuyasha’s lips curved into a serene smile as he met Sesshoumaru’s eyes.

“I felt like a whore.”

The half-demon glanced away.

“No one was better at playing sick mind games than Naraku. He always made me cum when he…when he fucked me. And he knew…he knew when I started to enjoy it – just the act, you know, not him. I still felt nauseous when it was over and I had…I had his jizz cold in my ass…”

Inuyasha’s voice lost its inflection, became mechanical. It was torture, knowing he was being forced to do what he was doing, all the while hearing Naraku debase him but at the same time, not being able to resist the raw pleasure that coursed through his body when the dark hanyou hit his prostate, again and again.

“He taunted me about it…said that’s the only way I’d….I’d ever get it…only from him.”

He looked into the cold, hard eyes of the demon prince.

“And…I think he was right. I never- never fell for a girl after that. I used to…used to like girls before, you know. But after Naraku…”

He trailed off, remembering all the times he’d tried to fantasize about girls with big knockers but the pictures just wouldn’t form anymore until he could only cum with the thought of some guy in his ass. At first, he’d been too disgusted by his own thoughts, because much as he tried to picture someone else, only Naraku’s face filled his head, his words, his hands.

Then, slowly, he learned to picture others – other good looking boys but there had to be violence, even in his fantasies, or he couldn’t even get it up. And though the thought of having someone force him was degrading and disgusting, the physical pleasure was too good. The rest of his life was so messed up, he figured he deserved any reprieve he got, even if it was for a few moments of pleasure.

“And I’ve always…always jerked off to other guys fuckin’ me because having Naraku in my head just makes me want to puke,” he finished, not sure the demon had understood a word of it.

Hell, he wouldn’t blame him. It was messed up shit, this was. The only heir of a pureblooded demon, a daiyoukai, no less, could not be expected to understand that he had to distance himself from the act and from his crush in order to get any pleasure out of it, because the reality of sex so far had been too harrowing to fantasize about.

“That’s why…that’s why I never went out with anyone. Naraku wouldn’t have cared but if I let some guy fuck me just for the hell of it, then I really would be a whore.”

The half human, half spider had told him so enough number of times, had taunted him about it but that was one thing…one thing he would not do…until Sesshoumaru…until now.

He looked straight into Sesshoumaru’s eyes.

“You wanna fuck me?”

When the demon Lord did not look away, the once empty eyes filled with fire and the sudden, irrational anger, spurred by the alcohol. He wanted to smash that face that was looking at him so calmly as though he’d still done nothing wrong, as though he’d not whored himself out to his rapist, as though he was still as pure as fucking snow.

He got his knees under him on the couch and began to shrug out of his shirt. When Sesshoumaru placed a hand on his to stop him, he leaned towards the demon Lord.

“What’s the matter? You still wanna do me, right?” he whispered, lips curving slyly. “Does it turn you on, that I’m a whore?”

It took every ounce of Sesshoumaru’s self control to remain silent, to not tell the despairing hanyou that it was not his fault but he knew that any reaction on his part would only aggravate Inuyasha.

But the hanyou threw his hand off and removed the shirt the rest of the way, throwing it carelessly aside.

“Tell me, dammit!” he ordered. “You still wanna go out with me? You can have anyone you choose at your feet and you- you want me?? You want a dirty, stupid hanyou who can’t get it up without fantasizing about you hurting me?”

Blood soaked hands landed on rigid shoulders as Inuyasha straddled Sesshoumaru’s lap.

“Why?” he demanded. “Why would you want to?”

Then he drew back slightly, eyes narrowing with alcohol induced suspicion and paranoia.

“You don’t, do you? You want out, now that you’ve heard just how screwed up I really am. You want a nice, normal, date, not damaged goods like me. You’re just scared to tell me, aren’t you?”

When Sesshoumaru still didn’t move or say a word, Inuyasha was enraged.

“Fuck you, if you wanna dump me, just say so!” he screamed as something changed in Sesshoumaru’s eyes. He mistook it for pity. “Don’t just fucking look at me like that you SON OFA BITCH!!!”

A claw tipped hand was pulled back as Inuyasha prepared to bitch slap the demon Lord across the face. Only, unfortunately for him, Sesshoumaru’s patience had snapped.

Before he could blink, both his hands were captured in one large one and he was forced down on the demon Lord’s lap which he had so far been hovering over.

“You brat,” Sesshoumaru hissed, eyes flashing red. “You think I want to rid myself of you after what I heard? You think I am so pure as to be disgusted by what you crave?”

An implacable hand in his hair forced Inuyasha’s head back painfully as Sesshoumaru leaned down drew lethal fangs down the hanyou’s exposed throat. Magenta stripped eyelids dropped lower as Sesshoumaru, for once, indulged his demon.

“What if I told you that this is what I crave?” the demon Lord whispered.

“What if I told you I want to hurt you…”

Inuyasha shuddered again as the path traced by the fangs was retraced by a lazy, wet tongue.

The hanyou was too drunk on alcohol and Sesshoumaru’s demon was too close to the surface to allow him to see that he should probably not be doing what he was doing now.

But the boy was so delectable, panting in his lap with those flushed cheeks, completely in his grasp. It would be so easy…so easy to enjoy him…

“Do you want to know what I get off on, Inuyasha?” Sesshoumaru breathed, knowing that the hanyou was probably not lucid enough to understand what he was saying.

The grip on Inuyasha’s hair loosened in favor of gripping the back of his neck hard.  Inuyasha moaned at the pain. It felt good…

The hanyou could now feel the demon Lord’s half hard cock near his own and he began to grind in his lap, rubbing his own hard cock against Sesshoumaru’s.

Sesshoumaru in turn snarled and sunk his fangs in Inuyasha’s neck. The sight of blood dripping down that pale neck made him harder than he was. And the scent of blood in the air…would little Inuyasha try to escape from him if he knew this was what he wanted? And if he did, would he let him?

Inuyasha chose that moment plaster himself against the demon prince’s chest and rub his hardened nipples against him and Sesshoumaru decided that Inuyasha was staying right where he was…whether he wanted to or not.

Inuyasha shivered, body overheated from the sensations bombarding it. The alcohol made him very horny, very fast. Through the haze clouding his mind, all he could feel was the delicious pain on his neck, the pressure of bruising hands on his wrists and the demon before him with blood red eyes, about to lose control.

He wanted more.

As mush as Sesshoumaru’s hold would allow, he pushed himself forward and brought wet, pink lips on the demon Lord’s. And the next thing he knew, he had a very energetic tongue inside his mouth hitting spots he hadn’t even known existed.

It occurred to him fleetingly that Naraku had also kissed him brutally, forcefully but this…this was different. The demon Lord was just as unrelenting but-but the taste…he tasted…sharp…like frozen steel and electricity. It was nothing like the sweet kiss from earlier but it was nothing like Naraku’s kiss either. Naraku made him want to puke – he’d never been a good kisser, but Sesshoumaru…hell, he might just overlook the need to breathe if the demon just kept. kissing him. like. that. This was better…so much better…and the best part was, there was nothing even remotely sweet about this new, out-of-control Sesshoumaru

“Hurt me…” the hanyou whispered, voice somehow more vulnerable than seductive.

Sesshoumaru’s eyes narrowed. It seemed the hanyou didn’t know better than to arouse a predator’s instincts.

The grip on Inuyasha’s wrist shifted slightly till deadly claws pricked five holes in the sensitive skin there. Inuyasha gasped and glanced up in surprise, breaking the kiss, but Sesshoumaru pulled him back. One claw on his wrist slashed a razor thin line and Inuyasha trembled.

Sesshoumaru smirked into the kiss. So…it seemed the hanyou was not aware of the sweet spot on his wrist. This would be interesting.

The demon pressed the pad of his thumb on the bleeding cut, sending a sharp zing of pleasure and pain down Inuyasha’s hand and body, making him arch his back.

Inuyasha moaned into the demon Lord’s mouth. He ventured his own tongue into Sesshoumaru’s mouth and then let out a muffled gasp of pain as Sesshoumaru bit down hard, causing blood to pool in his mouth. When Sesshoumaru pulled away, it dribbled down his lips, a slightly lighter color than the wine he’d drunk.

“You look beautiful like this,” Sesshoumaru whispered, releasing his wrists and leaning back on the armrest of the couch to enjoy the picture he presented- disheveled, aroused and wounded in his lap.

Inuyasha shifted slightly and blinked at the amused looking demon Lord, unsure of what to do, now that he was free to move. He lapped up the taste of his own blood on his lips tentatively, unbelievably aroused and needy.

“I-“ he began cautiously, hesitantly grasping Sesshoumaru’s shirt. When the demon Lord didn’t protest, he began to undo the buttons, revealing the pale, toned chest of the youkai. He trailed his hands hesitantly down the pale body.

“Inuyasha,” he murmured, half-lidded eyes gazing lustfully at the flustered half-demon on his lap. His parents would probably have a fit if they knew he’d bedded a hanyou.

He pulled the half-demon towards him, the sudden jerk causing Inuyasha to fall against his chest with a small surprise gasp, eyes wide.

“You know,” Inuyasha’s eyes were half closed as well, as he trailed one finger, bloody from the shattered glass, around Sesshoumaru’s now exposed nipple. “You have a very sexy voice,” he admitted…

…and then promptly passed out on top of the demon prince.

Sesshoumaru sighed and relaxed, red eyes, beginning to return to gold. For the first time, he properly saw Inuyasha, bloody and exhausted and completely wasted.

Oh god…

Clenching his jaw he sat up, gathered the unconscious hanyou into his arms and off the blood stained couch and called a servant.

The retainer ran in quickly and bowed low, waiting for his commands. Sesshoumaru looked regretfully at the half-naked boy in his arms and laid him out on his bed. Damn it, he should have had more control over himself but Inuyasha had just been so fucking vulnerable and…

“Clean him up,” he ordered, eyes cold with anger.

The servant, the same one that had served them the wine, hid his fear well as he felt his Lord’s youki flaring. The young prince’s personal servants were quite used to tending to whatever hapless souls fell under their Master’s charm but he’d hoped, perhaps a little, naively that this one would be treated better. The boy…Inuyasha, he remembered, had been…concerned…for their welfare when he certainly didn’t have to be.

Poor Inuyasha-san…well, at least he was alive…he didn’t seem to be wounded too badly except a bite to the neck which, considering he was a hanyou, should heal within a couple of days, provided his Master hadn’t injected any poison with his fangs. And he probably hadn’t, or Inuyasha would already be feverish and incoherent.

The old retainer of the family looked ruefully at the bitten neck. At least it wasn’t a property mark, or a mating mark. He wanted to laugh at the last part. The notorious Lord Sesshoumaru taking a mate…well, that would be the day! The young prince of the Western Lands had many playthings but Lord Sesshoumaru belonged to no one.

Sesshoumaru watched the servant tend to the boy’s wounds and hoped to the gods Inuyasha wouldn’t remember much the next day. He really should not have done this to him, especially after knowing how traumatized he already was. If Inuyasha saw him as…as some kind of rapist…his hands clenched into fists at the thought and the servant jumped as the youkai’s aura flared. He was a lot of things but a rapist was not one of them.

But if Inuyasha got some such idiotic idea in his head, he might think of doing something foolish, like running away from him, and whatever he’d said to the boy, about each being free to end the relationship, he wasn’t ready to let go of the hanyou just yet.
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A/N: Mwwwwwwaaaaaaaahhahahaaaaaaa!! And we get to see Sesshoumaru’s true nature ^.^ Well, I’m sure it wasn’t entirely unexpected. Well, anyway, I have fever right now. I edited it as well as I could but if there are any errors, I’ll correct them tomorrow. Tell me what you thought!




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