InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ By My Side Forever ❯ By My Side Forever ( Chapter 1 )

He felt warm. For the first time in weeks, he felt warm . . . and safe. His eyes fluttered open to see a fire blazing in his line of sight. Three others were around him, people who were familiar to him . . . his friends.

 

“You're awake,” a female voice commented. Kagome's voice. Still, he didn't lift his head. He didn't believe he could face his friends . . . not after what Naraku had done to him. “How are you feeling, Inuyasha?”

 

`How am I feeling?' he wondered. Physically, he didn't hurt. His demon blood had always helped him to heal at a faster rate than humans so he figured the lack of pain to be a small bonus. But he felt dirty, as if he'd been dunked into a pool of sludge and slime. He wanted nothing more than to go to a hot spring and take a bath . . . possibly even stay there.

 

“Inuyasha?”

 

“Hmm?” He blinked at the mention of his name but still refused to look at anyone directly.

 

“How are you feeling?” Kagome repeated. “You were a mess when we found you. You've been out of it for a few days now.”

 

“Oh . . . I'm fine,” he murmured. “Just . . . tired.”

 

“Anything else?” Miroku inquired. He noticed that they kept a small distance between them and him. “Kouga, Hakkaku, and Ginta were rather hard-pressed in getting you cleaned up.”

 

“No,” he replied. “Nothing else.”

 

“Inuyasha,” Sango began, “we're not sure how much you remember of your captivity . . . but Kouga . . . he . . .”

 

“He said Naraku had raped you,” Kagome finished in a whisper. “We're worried.”

 

“I know.” He wrapped his arms tightly around his middle, trembling slightly. His eyes stung a little and a single tear rolled down his cheek. He couldn't forget what Naraku had done to him. The memories ran deep into his veins, embedding themselves within his soul, and leaving him with the taste of bile in his mouth.

 

“You're mine, Inuyasha,” Naraku had whispered. “Even though I'm releasing you, you are mine and I can retrieve you any time I wish. Remember that.”

 

Inuyasha shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut. He wanted nothing more than to forget the whole ordeal but he couldn't. Even though Naraku wasn't anywhere close, Inuyasha still felt the other hanyou's member searing its way into him, rock hard and thrusting with a fury. Inuyasha shrank in on himself, whimpering and moaning.

 

“Inuyasha?”

Kagome's voice snapped him out of his painful reverie. He opened his eyes but backed away when he saw how close she had gotten to him. How close all of them had gotten to him.

 

“I'm fine, I'm fine,” he stated. Without even realizing it, he scrambled to his feet and was inching away from the miko. “I just . . . I need to go . . .”

 

Before they could stop him, he was off, and heading into the nearby forest. He had no idea as to where he was heading nor did he care. He just wanted to go somewhere so he could think, breathe . . . maybe even figure out how to break the spell Naraku had placed on him.

 

`There has to be a way,' he told himself as he ran. `There just has to be.'

 

At the scent of water close by, Inuyasha slowed down until he came across a hot spring. He eyed it with temptation. He still felt dirty, slimy . . . The hot water practically called out to him. In a matter of seconds, he had stripped of everything and submerged himself in, ears and all. When he couldn't hold his breath any longer, Inuyasha surfaced, water running in his eyes and he gasped for air. Flicking his ears, he found a secluded area between two large rocks and settled himself between them. He wrapped his arms around himself once more.

 

`How did this happen?' he wondered. `I don't understand . . . What did Naraku do to me to make me like this?'

 

He sighed and leaned his head back. There were too many questions running through his head, too many memories that had muddled themselves, and he had no answers. Naraku had done something to him and it had happened before the crimson-eyed man had kidnapped then raped him. Idly, he began to dip his hands in the water and pour it over his skin.

 

“Inuyasha?”

 

Kouga's voice cut through his thoughts and he opened his eyes. The last thing he wanted to do at that moment was deal with that arrogant wolf. He didn't want to deal with anyone at all. That's why he'd taken off in the first place.

 

`I just won't say anything,' he told himself, sinking a little deeper into the water. `Maybe he'll get the hint and leave me alone.'

 

He held his breath as he strained to listen to his surroundings. The water threw off his sense of smell.

 

At first, Kouga didn't call out again. Inuyasha heard him sniffing and padding around at the edge of the hot spring. He knew that the water had thrown off Kouga's sense of smell also. Granted, his clothes were at the edge of the pool, but he'd hoped the wolf youkai would just leave. He continued to listen and wait. Finally . . .

 

“Inuyasha, I know you're out there,” Kouga called out. “Just come back, okay? Kagome's worried and she isn't going to relax until you're back at the camp . . . I will go out there and retrieve you.”

 

A dull ache started to form in his chest. He just wanted to be alone. Was that so hard to accept? Inuyasha jabbed at his eyes as he slowly left the niche. Kouga stood at the edge, his arms crossed and a hard glare in his eyes. Inuyasha kept his own gaze averted. The wolf youkai already knew of his shame. He didn't need Kouga rubbing it in his face.

 

As Inuyasha drew closer to the edge, Kouga took a few steps back then turned away. Inuyasha paused for a moment at this unexpected display of kindness and respect then proceeded to climb out of the water. He had just slipped into his hakama when Kouga turned to face him again.

 

“So . . . how are you feeling?” The wolf fidgeted slightly where he stood.

 

“Fine . . .” he murmured, picking up his yukata.

 

“You don't look like it,” Kouga stated, grabbing his hand. “Considering what Naraku did to you, I also don't believe that you are. Inuyasha . . .”

 

“Listen, I don't want to talk about it, I don't want it even mentioned . . .” he paused then took a deep breath, “I just want to forget about it.”

 

“And how do you propose to do that?” Kouga inquired quietly. Inuyasha shook his head.

 

“I don't know. I just . . . will.”

 

“Would you like some help?”

 

“Huh?”

 

Inuyasha glanced up to see Kouga's somber expression. He hadn't let go of Inuyasha's hand, either. Kouga drew a deep breath.

 

“Would you like some help? To forget?”

 

Inuyasha stared at the wolf youkai. There was no doubt that Kouga was serious. His eyes and his facial expression told Inuyasha as much. He narrowed his eyes, suspicion rising within him.

 

“How do you mean, Kouga? What are you getting at?”

 

“I just . . . I want to help you, Inuyasha. In whatever way I can, I do want to help you . . . if you'll let me . . .”

 

“How . . .” Inuyasha swallowed hard as he continued, “how do you mean, Kouga? How could you possibly help me?”

 

“I can help you however you want me to,” Kouga replied earnestly. “All you have to do is say the word.”

 

They stood that way for several moments, their eyes locked. Then, slowly, Kouga pulled Inuyasha to him and wrapped his arms around the hanyou's lithe waist. His breath ghosted along Inuyasha's shoulder.

 

“I can help you forget. I promise.”

 

Inuyasha squeezed his eyes shut, breathing heavily. It was Kouga. He couldn't deny the unmistakable scent of pine and dirt and wet fur that was the wolf youkai. It wasn't Naraku trying to trick him. And he wanted to believe Kouga's words. He truly did. But something held him back. Too much fighting had occurred between them.

 

“Why are you doing this?” he whispered. A tremor coursed through him. The last person he'd been this physically close to had been Naraku . . .

 

`Stop it!' his mind screamed at him. `You can't forget if you keep thinking about it!'

 

“Because I want to,” Kouga breathed, his breath warm against Inuyasha's neck and shoulder.

 

“What about the others?”

 

“Ginta and Hakkaku are with your friends, watching over them at my request. No one has to know anything. It'll be our secret.”

 

“So you're promising to help me forget what happened?”

 

“Hai. I am.”

 

Kouga caught Inuyasha's lips with his own. The blood rushed to Inuyasha's cheeks as well as to his groin. He hadn't expected Kouga's offer nor his body's reaction to the wolf's kiss. His yukata and haori fell to the ground, forgotten, as he wrapped around Kouga's neck.

 

After a few moments, Kouga broke the kiss and smiled a little. His fingers inched underneath the fabric of Inuyasha's hakama, sending shivers of delight and excitement through his blood. Still, Inuyasha felt hesitant. Something wasn't right . . .

 

`No,' he berated himself. `I'm in control of my life. Not Kouga. Not Naraku. And this will continue because I want it to.'

 

“Everything all right?”

 

“Fine,” Inuyasha stated quickly. “This stays between us, right? And we won't use it against each other. Deal?”

 

“Deal,” Kouga agreed, his calloused hands gripping Inuyasha's ass firmly. Inuyasha moaned then rested his head against Kouga's shoulder. His hands roamed over the full youkai's shoulders and chest, Kouga's armor falling to the ground. Within the blink of an eye, Kouga's fur pelt and Inuyasha's hakama were off, and Inuyasha had his legs wrapped around Kouga's waist. The wolf's member had started to stiffen and rub against his own. Their lips smashed together, their tongues battling for dominance, and fangs grazing against skin. Inuyasha's fingers roamed and teased Kouga's nipples as Kouga's free hand glided along his entrance. Kouga then trailed hot kisses along his jawline then down his throat, nipping and sucking the entire time. Inuyasha gasped and whimpered, urging Kouga for more . . .

 

* * *

 

Naraku smirked as he watched Inuyasha and Kouga through Kanna's mirror. He knew what Inuyasha was trying to do, having planted the suggestion in the inu hanyou's mind some time ago, and it amused him. More than just amused him, it aroused him to no end, especially when Kouga positioned Inuyasha on all fours and started thrusting in the silver-haired youkai. But with Kanna right there, he didn't dare relieve the aching of his groin. It took an untold amount of control on his part to keep his breathing in check as he watched the two canine youkais mating heatedly. Their bodies had become flushed and covered with a fine sheen of sweat, their pace became frenzied, like two wild animals in heat. Naraku laughed out loud at his comparison.

 

`What am I thinking? They are two wild animals in heat! Thanks to this.'

 

He smirked as he patted the small vials nestled snugly within his yukata. Both males were acting accordingly to his designs, having given the potion to the two at various points. Kouga when he'd first captured Inuyasha and Inuyasha just before he'd released him from captivity.

 

`Soon . . . very soon . . . you both shall be mine. And I shall enjoy every moment of tasting and savouring you when I want.'

 

* * *

 

His knees felt wobbly and shaky. The only thing keeping him up was Kouga. Their bodies rocked together, the friction of the wolf's shaft pumping hard into him, leaving him breathless. His own member ached with need and neglect. It had grown thick and hard under Kouga's ministrations but the wolf had to abandon it in favour of keeping Inuyasha up. His sides ached from the amount of squeezing Kouga kept doing. He had no doubt that he'd have some bruises later. But, at that moment, his aching sides and his burning erection were the farthest things from his mind. He just wanted Kouga to keep going.

 

“In . . . Inu . . . yasha . . .” the wolf moaned, burying his face in Inuyasha's back. Without warning, he raised his head back and howled, giving one final, painful thrust. His claws scraped against Inuyasha's sides, drawing blood. Warmth exploded inside of him, wet and sticky. Before he could collapse to the ground, he found himself on his back, his legs spread, and a warmth engulfing his throbbing length. Inuyasha moaned deep in his throat as Kouga started suckling on him, his hips moving in time with the attention. His fingers dug into the ground and he let out a hiss as Kouga stopped suckling to run his tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip then back down again. A fang brushed against a particularly sensitive spot on his aching member as Kouga took it back into his mouth once more, triggering his release. His eyes rolled back and white spots flashed before his eyes. He sensed more than saw Kouga moving to lay next to him.

 

As his breathing evened out, Inuyasha's mind began to wander. What had just transpired between the two shouldn't have happened, not under any circumstance. He knew that. They were rivals and rivals only mated with each other under dire circumstances. Not the situation that had arisen. Yet it had and Inuyasha couldn't figure out why. He was certain that he'd been in control of his actions, that he'd wanted Kouga to rut on him the way that the wolf had. Yet now . . . the feeling that something wasn't right had returned, out of place as it were. He couldn't place it.

 

`It's like we were placed under some sort of spell or something . . .'

 

He shivered as he vaguely recalled Naraku giving him something to drink during his captivity, just before the dark hanyou had released him, and it had turned him into a lovesick pup. He'd wanted Naraku, wanted the foul man inside of him, and releasing his seed in him.

 

`He used it to torment me . . . he'd denied me the attention I thought I'd wanted . . . Is it possible that he managed to give Kouga the same potion? It didn't have any taste or didn't have a smell, like it was water . . . it's possible . . .'

 

Next to him, Kouga breathed steadily, spent from their mating. Inuyasha opened his eyes partway to glance at him then carefully slipped away from the wolf. He dressed quickly, taking some time to clean himself off. Making sure that Kouga wouldn't be chilled, he leaned over the wolf and kissed his forehead.

 

“Please don't follow me, Kouga. I need you to take care of Kagome for me,” he whispered. The wolf stirred but didn't wake up. “Please do that for me . . . because I'm not going to come back. What I'm going to do, what I have to do . . . it's going to make that impossible . . . Thank you for what you've done for me tonight. You've helped me to realize something very important. I'll never forget it, you, or anyone else . . . Good-bye.”

 

Inuyasha ran into the forest. As he went, he thought back to everything Naraku had said to him after each rape.

 

“Hate me, Inuyasha . . .”

 

“That's it. Hate me, Inuyasha. Hate me with all of your soul. It just makes me that much more powerful . . .”

 

`If hatred makes him powerful, what would hate's opposite do to him?' he wondered. `Would it diminish his power? Or would it just stop his powers from increasing? What would forgiveness to do to him? Is it even possible to forgive him of everything he's done?' He shook his head. `It doesn't matter. I have to stop him somehow. If forgiving him and not hating him are the ways to defeat him . . . then that's what I have to do.'

 

* * *

 

`What does he think he's doing?' Naraku fumed, his eyes narrowed as he watched Inuyasha run from Kouga and his friends . . . and back to him. `I haven't called for him yet.'

 

He rose to his feet. He'd found out what Inuyasha intended. Naraku allowed himself a tiny smile. His groin still burned with a growing, pent-up desire. Maybe Inuyasha coming back to him was just what he needed at that moment . . .

 

* * *

 

Inuyasha slowed to a halt, panting slightly from the exertion. He'd been running non-stop since he'd left Kouga and his friends behind. The sun had set and risen, and his stomach growled at him. He had to rest, take in some food, whether he wanted to or not.

 

`I'm getting close anyway,' he reasoned as he settled in between the roots of a sakura tree in bloom. `I can feel it. I can afford to rest up for a bit then find some food. Kami, I'm tired.'

 

“Back for more, Inuyasha?” Naraku's voice mocked. “You must have amazing stamina, especially after the way you and Kouga were mating.”

 

“So you were watching,” he commented, ruthlessly killing the urge to grab the Tetsusaiga and be rid of the bastard once and for all. He remained where he was at. “Have a hard time just watching?”

 

Naraku laughed, advancing upon him.

 

“Nothing too unbearable,” he purred. “Something that I can easily take care of, now that you're here.”

 

He was on his feet the instant Naraku reached him, lips smashed against his. Inuyasha cringed as Naraku invaded his mouth. It took everything he had in him to wrap his arms around Naraku's neck. His back pressed against the trunk of the sakura tree, and his knees were lifted up, his hakama lying on the ground. He hadn't even noticed his clothes were gone until Naraku's erection rubbed against him. The dark hanyou broke the kiss. One arm wrapped around Inuyasha's waist as Naraku brought his fingers to the inu hanyou's lips.

 

“You know what I want you to do, Inuyasha.”

 

`You want me to fight, to beg and plead for you not to do this . . . but I'm not going to. I can't. Not if I'm going to save my friends . . . and myself.'

 

Shoving aside his revulsion, Inuyasha licked then sucked on the dark hanyou's fingers, making them slick. He didn't care if it surprised Naraku or not. He had to keep going, had to press forward with his decision to forgive and forget. Naraku removed his fingers then shoved them into Inuyasha's entrance as roughly as he could. Inuyasha hissed and squirmed in discomfort, adding to the friction and the pain.

 

“Just a reminder that, no matter what happens, you will never be able to escape me,” he murmured. “Not even in the event of my death. You are mine.”

 

“Yes, Naraku,” he whimpered, his fingers curling around dark locks. Hot kisses then trailed down his throat as Naraku prepared his entrance. Inuyasha felt tears forming.

 

`I can't hate him . . . I mustn't hate him,' he told himself. Inuyasha forced himself to relax, unaware his one hand had grasped the nearly complete Shikon no Tama tucked within the folds of Naraku's kimono. `I wish that this could be the last time, though . . . that we could both die happily after this . . . I'll stay by him, even in death . . . it's the only way . . . Kami, please . . .'

 

A warm feeling washed over him and Inuyasha felt the tension leave him completely. The pain he'd been feeling had been replaced by a wave of ecstasy. He wrapped himself around Naraku as the dark hanyou entered him, his member hard and throbbing. With a grunt, Naraku gave a single hard and powerful thrust, burying himself deep in the inu hanyou.

 

“Never forget, Inuyasha. You're mine. Always, always . . . By my side . . . forever.”

 

`Always,' Inuyasha sighed. `Always . . . koi . . .'

 

He wrapped his legs tighter around Naraku's waist, allowing the dark-haired man more access and pulling him closer. Naraku paused for a moment, a slightly bewildered expression on his face. Then his eyes hardened when he realized where Inuyasha's hand rested.

 

“You do realize what it is that you're holding in your hand, do you not?” he hissed. Inuyasha's eyes blinked then he winced as a tentacle started to slide within him as well.

 

“N-no,” he gasped out. “I don't . . .”

 

Naraku thrust again, his eyes still hard.

 

“You . . . just made a wish . . . on the Shikon no Tama. I felt the jewel responding to it,” the dark hanyou growled. “What was it?”

 

“That,” he cringed as a second tentacle tried to slide within his entrance, “that this would be the last time . . . that you and I could die . . . happy . . . after this.”

 

“Is that so?”

 

“Hai . . . I swear it . . . Please . . .” Inuyasha whimpered.

 

“Please what?” Naraku purred. The tentacles holding Inuyasha's knees tightened, the two at his entrance causing him to bleed but still sending shivers of delight through him. It still made Inuyasha sick, despite the ecstasy, but he had made it his duty to stop Naraku at all costs. If it meant begging Naraku to take him hard and fast . . .

 

`Then I'll do it.'

 

“Please . . .” Inuyasha licked his lips, his body trembling. “Please . . . make me yours . . . Take me . . . any way that you want . . .”

 

Naraku's eyes closed for a moment, a strange smile on his face.

 

“Any way that I want?”

 

“Hai . . .”

 

“For as long as I want?”

 

“Hai . . . I'm yours . . . Forever.”

 

“Good, though you'll be disappointed to know that neither of us are going to die after this,” Naraku whispered huskily in his ear. “I intend to enjoy you for all eternity, Inuyasha. You are bound to me and you'll only be with who I want you to be with. Understand?”

 

“Yes, Naraku . . . Please . . .”

 

“Naughty hanyou,” the crimson-eyed man chuckled, thrusting for a third time. “Enjoying yourself already, aren't you?”

 

A fourth tentacle slithered towards Inuyasha, wrapping itself around the base of his shaft. Naraku's tongue trailed from his throat then down to his chest, coming to a stop at one of Inuyasha's nipples. Hot and wet, it lashed out at the now sensitive nub. Inuyasha whimpered and arched his back, desiring more and hating himself for it. The tentacle jerked on his shaft, causing him to moan. Naraku rammed into him for a fourth time, sending jolts of white-hot pleasure through him, and continued his assault on the nub. Teeth grazed against his flesh as Naraku suckled on him. The dark hanyou was going out of his way to torment and tease him, and Inuyasha knew it.

 

“Nnn . . . Naraku . . . please . . .” he whimpered. “Please . . . just . . . just take me. Please.”

 

Crimson eyes filled with desire and lust met his, mischief lighting them. Lips smashed against his and Naraku's tongue forced its way into his mouth, exploring every inch and dominating over him. Then the dark-haired man broke it off.

 

“Just remember, Inuyasha,” he breathed. “You asked for this.”

 

Naraku locked eyes with him and thrust. His eyes darkened as he tried get as deeply as he could into the inu hanyou. Inuyasha shivered but found that he couldn't avert his gaze. His own member burned as the tentacle continued to jerk and tease it, driving him mad with desire. It ached as it became as hard as a stone and dripped with his seed. He had to release and soon.

 

“Release,” came the order. Apparently Naraku had noticed as well. Yet, despite the order and his desire to, nothing came out.

 

“I . . . I can't . . .” Inuyasha whimpered.

 

“Release, Inuyasha.” Naraku's pace of ramming into him had remained slow, almost torturous. His hips ground into Inuyasha's groin, his member and the two tentacles buried deep within the silver-haired hanyou. Yet, to Inuyasha, it felt like he wanted to be deeper but he couldn't get that way until Inuyasha released.

 

“I can't . . .”

 

Naraku's face contorted with anger but remained filled with lust. His eyes burned with an intensity that made Inuyasha shiver.

 

“Perhaps you need some . . . encouragement . . .” the dark hanyou whispered. “And I think I know how to give it to you . . .”

 

Inuyasha gasped as a hand reached down and yanked his shaft, more of his own essence dripping out. He whimpered as it continued to pull and tease. Still, he couldn't release.

 

“I want you to release, Inuyasha. Only pain awaits you if you don't. Or is that what you want?”

 

The two tentacles already in him started to thrust opposite of Naraku's member. As the member retreated, they rammed forward, hitting his sweet spot every time. Inuyasha's toes curled and tried to spear himself each time, but found that Naraku's eyes held his. Finally, his head tilted back and he howled, his seed splattering over his and Naraku's mid-sections. The tentacles disappeared and Inuyasha found himself laying on the ground, shivering.

 

“You've been a very naughty puppy,” came the purr. “You need to be punished.”

 

“Punished?” Inuyasha raised his head, trying to catch his breath. His entire body still shook from his release.

 

“Yes,” Naraku licked his lips. “Punished.”

 

He walked over to the discarded clothing, his kimono hanging limply from him while his member jutted out. Naraku searched around for something, giving a small cry of triumph as he brought out a long and slender piece of leather. Then he approached Inuyasha, the leather dangling from his hand.

 

Inuyasha shivered. He remembered that piece of leather rather well, having felt it caress his skin during his captivity.

 

“On your stomach,” Naraku ordered. “And don't move.”

 

Inuyasha slowly rolled onto his stomach, biting back whimpers of pain from the movement and anticipation. A faint whistling sound reached his ears seconds before the material hit. He inhaled sharply at the sensation.

 

“Beautiful,” the dark hanyou murmured. He then positioned Inuyasha so that his backside stood up. “Very beautiful.”

 

The material connected with his bottom once, twice, three times before Naraku abandoned it. Inuyasha trembled. He knew the purpose of the beating. Naraku liked a tight entrance to plunge into. The material itself somehow always managed to tighten him back up.

 

“On your hands and knees, head to the ground,” Naraku commanded. “We're not done yet.”

 

With shaky limbs, Inuyasha complied. Naraku's hands grabbed his hips, using a knee to spread the silver-haired youth's legs. The tip of the dark-haired man's member poked at his entrance then was buried in him, deeper than when he'd had his back to the tree. His arms wrapped around Inuyasha's waist and squeezed on them the same way a male dog squeezed a female's.

 

“Mine. All mine,” Naraku breathed as he mashed himself against Inuyasha's backside. White spots danced before Inuyasha's eyes as the dark hanyou rutted on him hard and fast, nearly making Inuyasha's knees go weak. With a final thrust, Naraku released deep within him and Inuyasha felt like he was being split in two. “So tell me, Inuyasha . . . how far are you willing to go to stop me? A sore backside? Or something more?” His tongue scraped against Inuyasha's back and he kept himself buried deep within the puppy-eared youkai. “Because I know that's why you're here. So tell me what else I can do to you to keep your friends safe. I'd really like to know.”

 

“S-sore . . . backside,” Inuyasha grit his teeth. “I'm yours . . . forever . . .”

 

“A sore backside, eh?” Another lick against his back. “That's something I can and gladly give you . . . but is that all you're willing to do? Because I desire more than that.”

 

Naraku let him drop to the ground and flipped him over, straddling him. The dark-haired man's member hung limply in front of Inuyasha's face.

 

“You've already claimed me, Naraku. I won't ever leave you and I'll let you do whatever it is that you feel like doing to me. What more do you want?”

 

“I want to hear you screaming,” came the chuckle. “I want to hear it as a child is born out of our union.”

 

“A child?” Inuyasha's eyes widened and he tried to scramble back. Naraku, however, grasped his wrists, effectively pinning him. He brought them above Inuyasha's head and held them there with one hand.

 

“Yes. A child.” The other hand rested on his abdomen. “I know of many spells and potions that could make it possible . . . And you will make the perfect carrier . . . I can feel it, even now. We can begin right after you clean me.”

 

“You mean . . .?”

 

“I have the potion ready? Hai . . . Now be a good puppy and clean me.”

 

* * *

 

Naraku bit back a moan as Inuyasha's tongue trailed along his skin, cleaning off his own seed. He felt the silver-haired hanyou's member stiffen against his backside. The dark-haired man smirked. His own member had begun to harden and stretch under Inuyasha's ministrations. As soon as he felt he was clean enough, he'd give him the potion and claim him once again, just as hard and just as fast as the last time. There were many things he had done while Inuyasha had been unconscious, including having absorbed an entire inuyoukai family from the southern part of Japan.

 

`Any child created between us shall be strong, stronger than even his brother . . . and that is more than what I could have ever hoped to have accomplished. To think that now, Inuyasha, you are mine and you shall always be by my side. Forever.'