InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Sensei ❯ Ch5-Spy or Savior? ( Chapter 5 )

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Chapter 5- Spy or Savior?

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Rin stifled a yawn as she slipped out of bed. The sun had not yet risen, but its early morning shadow
had decorated the sky in silks of pink and copper. She pulled on a navy blue skirt and an old
baggy sweater before making her way silently down to the kitchen. Today was the day. If she ever
wanted to catch Naraku in the act, this was Rin's only chance. Hastily scribbling a note for her
grandmother, she headed out into the cool morning twilight. The air smelt strongly of rain. It
reminded her of Sesshoumaru, of the liquid splendor of his eyes and the cool yet enticing
taste of his kiss. 'I never knew I was such a romantic.' Despite herself, Rin felt a stab of guilt. Even
after their brief episode the previous day she was positive he wouldn't want her snooping around like
this. 'Well what else am I suposed to do? Even if he doesn't want my help, could I really live with myself
knowing I'd done nothing at all?' She envisioned the inu's angry glare and shivered. If he ever found
out about this, and there was a good chance he would, Sesshoumaru would hate her forever.

Turning the corner, Rin looked up at Sakura Springs' towering walls. In the early morning light it looked
more like a fortress than a highschool. She went up and tried the door. It was locked. 'What am I going to do now?' There was a sudden screech of rubber, and she was forced to dive behind a rather prickly bush as the brand new corvette pulled into the parking lot. Peering out through the shrubbery, Rin gasped. It was Naraku. 'Since when can teachers afford cars like that?' The kumo locked the car, but not before retrieving a large gym bag from the back seat. There was a jingling sound as he fished around for the right key. Finally managing to unlock the door, Mr. Akuma, disappeared into the school. Rin hung back for a second before plunging in after him.

She slunk down the dimly lit hallways, trying not to make too much noise. As she neared Room Six
the girl could have sworn she heard Naraku chuckling darkly. Once again she heard the clank of the
keys and watched from the shadows as the kumo entered the small classroom at the far end of the
hall. Making sure he wouldn't see her, Rin crept down the corridor. Squatting behind a set of lockers,
she tried figure out how to get past Naraku. 'I've got to get him to leave somehow,' she thought. 'Then
I can find a place to hide.' Well whatever she was going to do she had to do it quick. It was ten to nine.
Sesshoumaru would be there any minute. The girl nearly jumped out of her skin as the door creaked
open, and Naraku imerged once again. The kumo was obviously impatient, for he began to pace up
and down the hall, muttering under his breath. Rin gulped. This was her chance. Waiting till her sensei
was about halfway down the corridor she sprinted for the door. Glad that she was so small for once,
she slipped through the slightly ajar structure without so much as the squeak of a hinge.

The girl's eyes scanned the classroom, desperately searching for a place to hide. She could hear Naraku's aproaching footsteps, and the thought of him finding her sent Rin into a fit of shivers. He was close, so close that she could feel the vibrations of his steps. Supressing a strangled yelp she wrenched open a cuboard door. Pulling it shut just as Naraku entered, Rin felt sure that he could hear the pounding of her heart. She peered out at him from a crack in the door. The kumo's hair was more
rumpled than usual. It twisted as he paced the room, as if being blown by an invisible wind. Rin leaned
against a stack of books, trying to make herself more comfortable. She didn't think Naraku would find
her here, but then again she didn't think she could stay in such a cramped space for three hours.
Already Rin's legs were beginning to feel rather numb.

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Sesshoumaru stared dully out the window of his father's car, wishing he could melt into the ground
and die. The thought of Naraku waiting for him made the inu sick to his stomach. The boy's mood
seemed to have rubbed off on Mr. NoTaisho as well. The man was curiously silent as they neared the
school. The black and yellow Lambourgini slowed to a stop, but before Sesshoumaru could get out,
his father finally spoke.

"Sess..." The younger youkai stiffened with surprise. He couldn't remember the last time his father had
used that nickname. Still, his reply was no less than frigid.

"What is it?"

Mr. NoTaisho did not look at him. He just couldn't bring himself to meet his son's accusing gaze. "I was
just... wondering," he muttered. "What is it exactly that you have against this Mr. Akuma?"

Despite himself, Sesshoumaru felt almost touched. Normally his father only used such a gentle voice
when addressing Inuyasha or Izayoi. It was almost as if the man actually cared. Still, the boy wasn't
foolish enough to mistake Mr. NoTaisho's strange mood for some kind of life-changing turnaround. He
answered as coldly as ever. "The man irritates me. That's all."

His father snorted in disgust. The boy would never change. "Get out of my car." With uncharacteristic
reluctance, Sesshoumaru exited the vehicle and walked towards the building. Mr. NoTaisho watched
him go, feeling slightly guilty. Gods, he looked so much like his mother! Maybe it was the skirt. He'd
never really understood that, but no. Everything, his hair, figure, forhead, hell even his eyelashes
reminded the man of his dead lover. Tearing his gaze away from his son, Mr. NoTaisho drove away,
perhaps a bit faster than he should have.

As Sesshoumaru walked towards Room Six, Naraku's smell assaulted his senses. The kumo's scent
was very strong, even for a youkai. Still, another, far fainter aroma tingled at his sensitive nose. Rin.
The softness of lilacs mixed with the tang of fresh-cut apples. For a moment the inu's fate was forgotten
as he revelled in the scent of the wild, beautiful ningen girl. Sesshoumaru wondered what she could be
doing here, but of course that was impossible. The reluctant affection he had for that girl was probably
the reason that he could pick out her scent from all the others. Rin's smell could be days old. As the inu
neared the classroom, whatever remainder of the girl's essence still clinging to the air was completely
wiped away. Naraku was all he could sense now. Naraku, who sat at ease in a large office chair, feet
resting nonchalantly on his desk's hardwood surface.

"Mr. NoTaisho, you are nearly five minutes late." Naraku viewed Sesshoumaru from half-lidded eyes,
looking for any sign of weakness or fear. The younger demon betrayed none. He stared right back,
his own eyes narrowed in upmost disgust. Seeing that the boy would make no reply, the kumo
continued. "Now if you'll be so kind as to close.....and lock the door, we can begin." Sesshoumaru
hesitated for a moment before complying. He didn't really have much of a choice.

Rin peered out from her hiding place, her physical discomfort forgotten as she watched the two youkai.
They stood several feet apart, staring eachother down. Naraku began to walk forward until he stood just
inches from his prize. "Good boy. This will prove interesting." Sesshoumaru stood deathly still as the
kumo traced his jawline with a cold finger. He outlined the stripes on the boy's cheeks, slowly moving
upwards to caress the mark on his forehead. The inu jerked back ubruptly, chest heaving.

"Watch it, Akuma."

Naraku laughed. "How amusing. You still think you're a match for me, do you Sesshoumaru? It's too
bad that your good looks are wasted on such a foolish mind." The kumo drew back to his desk and sat down. "No matter. You may take a seat, in the front if you would."

Repressing the urge to run, Sesshoumaru slid silently into one of the front desks. He stared fixedly
at the ground, ignoring Naraku, who was fiddling with what sounded like the zipper of a duffle bag. A
horrible grating sound suddenly filled the air. Cringing at the terrible noise, Sesshoumaru finally looked
to the front of the classroom.

"Something bothering you, Mr. NoTaisho?" Naraku was holding what looked like a length of steel piping.
However the metal wasn't hollow. It was solid, more like a crowbar, and painted black. Sesshoumaru
shuddered again as the kumo ran the nail of his index finger along the pipe's surface, eliciting another
metallic squeal. "What's wrong, pup? I thought you might like this little toy. After all, we had such FUN
with the ruler last time."

Rin's eyes grew very wide. A ruler? Well that would explain all the blood. Still, the girl found it hard to
imagine Sesshoumaru allowing Naraku to do that. Unless....

"Now Mr. NoTaisho, are you going to be a good boy, or will I have to tie you up like last time?"

The pale-haired youkai swallowed hard, trying to quell the panic that surged beneath his calm exterior.
"Don't try it, kumo. I won't let you have your way this time around."

Naraku stood suddenly, eyes glinting more feverishly than usual. "Why are you trying to decieve me,
Sesshoumaru? You pretend to be brave, strong, even heartless, but inside you're afraid. You're afraid
because you have no power, because power is everything." Reaching down into the gym bag he promptly pulled out a revolver. A strange, fearful coldness built in the inu's chest as he stared down the barrel of the pointed gun. Outwardly Sesshoumaru appeared unchanged, wide-eyed perhaps, but nothing that betrayed the turbulance inside him. The boy's demon blood was of a strong race, but not even his father would have been capable of surviving a gunshot wound straight to the head. Rin bit her tongue to keep from crying out. Was Naraku crazy enough to just shoot him?

"Take off your clothes."

Sesshoumaru snarled. "What did you say?"

"You're trying my patience, Mr. NoTaisho. You heard me, now MOVE!"

Keeping his eyes trained on the gun, the inu youkai slowly pulled off his shirt. The slinky, red fabric
slid smoothly across his abdomen and fell to the floor, silken folds pooling at his feet. Naraku's cock
gave an impatient twitch as he watched the boy strip off his shoes and knee length skirt. When he stood
in nothing but his boxers, Sesshoumaru hesitated.

With a fustrated sigh, the kumo got up and shoved the revolver into the base of the youkai's neck.
"Are you stupid, welp? Take it all off." Trying to ignore the gun's barrel digging into him, Sesshoumaru
complied. Naraku let out an audible groan as the garmet fell down past his ankles. "Perfect. You're just
....perfect." With almost disgusting gentleness, the kumo trailed his fingers down the boy's thigh.
Sesshoumaru's muscles twitched in agitation as the hand glided past his hip and came to rest at the
fringe of his white pubic hair. Rin's throat had gone dry. She'd been right, for Naraku's intentions
were all too brutally clear. She watched him caress the inu's nervous body. His nervous, naked body.
Deep in the recesses of her mind, Rin couldn't help but wish that this same, seductive being who was
so tormented could be instead buried in her arms.

Naraku tightened his grip on the fine, silver hairs, pulling them roughly as he pressed his growing
erection against the boy's ass. Sesshoumaru tried to tear away but was stopped as the kumo's other
arm, long ago having abandonned the gun, wrapped around his lithe waist. He grunted in discomfort
as Naraku dragged him backwards towards a table on the other side of the room. Sesshoumaru gasped
in surprise as the kumo threw him bodily onto the structure, its edge catching him in the stomach as
he fell.

"That's a better position for you, mutt."

Sesshoumaru lashed out wildly, the youkai's fear pushed out by his surmounting rage. 'Why am I letting
the bastard do this? I know how to fight!' His claws raked angrily at Naraku's chest, tearing easily
through the fabric and burying themselves deep into the kumo's skin. Before the man could react,
Sesshoumaru crouched down and rammed his shoulder into his crotch. Gasping with pain Naraku dug
his nails roughly into the boy's scalp. With frightful ease he snapped the inu's head back, cracking it
hard against the table's edge.

"You're forcing me to play dirty, Mr. NoTaisho, but no matter. I'll like this all the same." Once again
Sesshoumaru found himself crushed to the table. He could feel the kumo above him running his long,
snakelike fingers down his spine. There was a faint rustling and the sound of a zipper being undone,
then the fearful hotness of Naraku's shaft at his entrance. Reaching down, Naraku grasped the boy's
sac, apreciating the erotic softness of his skin and hair. Unable to repress a shudder of revulsion,
Sesshoumaru shrank away from the kumo's touch. He wanted nothing, least of all pleasure, from Naraku.
Laughing softly at the inu's discomfort, the older youkai stroked the length of his cock, noticing with
a keen satisfaction how the boy's manhood spasmed each time his fingers pressed against the vein
running down its length.

"You like that." It was not a question. Sess's face grew slightly flushed as Naraku's hand went lower. He
cupped the organ's thick head, squeezing it so hard the boy beneath him actually yelped. Still, he
wasn't becoming aroused as the kumo had hoped.

"Something the matter?" The inu managed a small, even cocky smirk. He knew Naraku was angry at his
unresponsiveness. He also knew that it wasn't smart to toy with the man, especially if he was angry.
This was made perfectly clear as Sesshoumaru was impaled by his agressor's fully erect dick. He grunted
sharply, feeling as if he'd had a new hole ripped into him. Naraku thrust in again, causing the boy's
passage to convulce with pain. The tightness surrounding the kumo's cock was now nearly unbearable.
It was so hot, so dry, so.....

"nnnngggg!" The man's gutteral groan reverberated through the room. Rin flinched from the horrid
sound. The girl closed her eyes, unable to continue watching the scene before her. 'If I had known
it would be this bad, I wouldn't have come.' A new voice now infiltrated her thoughts. It was the
sound of Sesshoumaru's agonized gasps, emitted each time Naraku struck his abused prostate.
Pre-cum and blood now soaked the boy's thighs, and red bruises had appeared where his abdomen
was rubbed against the table's edge. Not even half an hour into it, and already he was in almost as
much pain as last time. Tears of disgust built up in Sesshoumaru's eyes as the kumo's semen spilled
into him. It came out sloppily, for Naraku's shaft was not fully encased inside him. Most of the cum simply
leaked down the boy's legs or splurted into his silky hair. The kumo didn't seem to care. He just pulled
out of Sesshoumaru and grabbed the metal bar he'd had earlier.

The inu found himself flat on his back as the sensei's dark form loomed overhead. He closed his eyes,
waiting for the moment when the steel rod would be jammed mercilessly up his ass. He was surprised
when instead of being shoved inside him, the bar was pressed against his neck. Sesshoumaru was
forced to arch back from the pipe, which threatened to completely choke off his air supply as Naraku
straddled his waist, earning a shudder as his balls and dick made contact with the boy's taunt stomach.
The kumo grabbed his hands and placed them on the already half-erect penis. Sesshoumaru
recoiled in surprise, but Naraku merely smiled and, taking the boy's hands in his own, forcefully rubbed
them along his shaft.

"Ahhhh..that's right, Mr. NoTaisho. I knew you'd warm up to me!" With a deepthroated growl,
Sesshoumaru dug his claws into the organ's slick flesh. Naraku gasped loudly and pulled away.

"Bitch!" he hissed. "How dare you?" Removing the metal bar from the boy's neck, he edged back. "It
seems I will be forced to use this after all." Fresh blood spilled onto the tiles as the bar was rammed
up the boy's already sore entrance. Naraku jammed the rod into him repeatedly, each thrust causing
Sesshoumaru to convulce with agony. It was all the inu could do not to cry out as the cold metal
pummeled the deepest, most sensitive parts of him. When the younger demon's entire body quaked
continuously, Naraku decided he'd had enough. Slowly pulling out the offending object, the kumo ran
his tongue along it's surface, licking away Sesshoumaru's blood as well as bits of his own cum.

"Now, are you going to be good, or do we need a repeat performance." Sesshoumaru shook his head
dumbly, not wishing to further provoke the kumo's wrath. Once again Naraku sat on the other's chest.
This time however the inu didn't put up a fight. He grasped the apendage firmly, stroking its twitching
length with the pads of his fingers. Above him, Naraku began to thrust, using Sess's hands
like a woman's pussy as little jewels of lust began to trickle out of his cock's hardened tip. Smelling
the pre-cum's bitter scent, Sesshoumaru wrinkled his nose. How disgusting. The kumo's balls slapped
roughly against his colar bone as he continued to delve deeper, and his essence was growing
stronger every moment. It wouldn't take long until....

The boy let out a disgusted cry as Naraku ejaculated, smearing his potent seed all over the youkai's
face. Sesshoumaru struggled blindly, eyes blurred by the semen as it dripped down his cheeks. Some
of the liquid even trickled past his lips, causing the inu to wretch profusely. The kumo chuckled as
his prey sought to free himself. It was to no avail. Sess couldn't manage to throw the malicious kumo.

Finally Naraku rose. He gave the ragged boy a sidelong glance before heading back to his desk.
Ignoring Sesshoumaru's painful gasps, the kumo once again began digging through his bag of
toys. Rin had finally opened her eyes. For only the second time in her young life, the girl felt
a sense beyond mere hatred. At that moment she loathed Naraku with every fiber of her soul. Not
since her parents' death had her heart been burdened with such rage and disgust. How dare he!
How dare Naraku violate ANYONE in such a horrible way. She looked at Sesshoumaru and felt sick.
He was like a moth crushed against the windshield of a speeding car. Rin had always felt bad for
the moth, but never had she so despised the driver. Feebly the boy lifted his head and glared
back at his captor. Naraku chuckled grimly and continued to select items from his bag. He lay
the articles on the desk in plain view of both Sesshoumaru and Rin.

A riding crop, blindfold, handcuffs, and two vials of liquid, one clear, the other slightly pink. This made
up the kumo's artillery as he strode back to his ill-gotten prize. Grabbing a handful of the inu's now
matted hair, he forced the boy to his feet. Sesshoumaru leaned heavily against one of the desks, too
exhausted to fight off Naraku's assault. The dark-haired youkai quickly handcuffed the boy, brutally
shoving his arms behind his back so that Sess's already tormented muscles practically screamed. After
applying the blindfold he spread the boy's legs and bound them to the legs of two opposing desks.
Naraku did this with duct tape, using plenty so as not to let Sesshoumaru escape. Unable to maintain
balance, the inu fell backwards, landing with a grunt on the unforgiving floor. The kumo surveyed
his work, smiling as he looked at the boy, bound and blind, lying on the ground with knees bent and
legs spread. Slowly he knelt down between those legs, taking in the fine, bloodstained pubic hair as
well as his well-formed package. He pinched the organ's slitted tip. This caused Sesshoumaru to groan,
though not out of pleasure.

Naraku now grasped the two vials. The pink one he splashed unceremoniously all over the boy's
orifice, cock, and inner thighs, making him yelp in pain.

"Something the matter, Mr. NoTaisho?"

The inu gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the stinging sensation brought on by the strange lubricant.
He hoped it bit Naraku just as bad. Sliding up on top of Sesshoumaru's body, the kumo grabbed the
boy's jaw, forcing his mouth open with his cruel claws. Shoving the clear vial's contents down the
younger youkai's throat, he couldn't help but give his pretty neck a good squeeze. The liquid burned
all the way down. Sesshoumaru tried to spit it back up, but Naraku's hand prevented this. The strange
concoction coursed through his veins like a drug, until his whole body was tingling.

"What.....the hell....is it?"

Naraku smirked in satisfaction. "That's the necter of the Lover's Birch, a rare, mountian-growing tree
whose sap, when mixed with a bit of saki, creates an imensely powerful aphrodisiac. You should probably
be feeling it by now."

Indeed he was feeling it, especially where the kumo's skin came into contact with his own. In these
places, everything was hot, blisteringly so. But it was a good heat, and it was all Sesshoumaru could
do not to shove his whole frame against that of his sensei. 'Gods,' the thought. 'Don't make me want
him! Not Naraku!' The said demon, noting with a keen pleasure the boy's distress, grabbed the riding
crop and sank back between his legs. Hooking his own limbs over Sesshoumaru's quivering thighs,
Naraku entered him with his characteristic single thrust. There was pain, but to the inu's horror, it
was completely overshadowed by the sudden wave of euphoria that came with it. The tree's blood
burning through his veins, the boy let out a husky moan.

"Nnnnnnggg!" He cried out again as the kumo gave three short thrusts. It was revolting, recieving
this amount of pleasure from someone so vile. "Akuma," he gasped. "St....stop...th...this..ahhhhhh!"
With agonizing slowness, Naraku pulled out so that just the head of his shaft remained burrowed in
the boy's flesh. Throwing his head back, Sesshoumaru groaned again. He couldn't help it. For some
reason it just felt so...good. The kumo tapped him lightly on the nose with the riding crop.

"Are you certain you want me to stop. If I didn't know better I'd say you were enjoying this."

"...iie...get...off....nnngg!" The small whip came down hard, catching him right above the naval. Once
again there was pain, but Sesshoumaru arched his back all the same, crying out as more of that
wonderful heat assaulted his body. Naraku struck him several more times. Each time the pleasure as
well as the pain increased until the boy was no longer certain if he was ordering him to stop or begging
for more.

Rin's body was wracked with sobs. Naraku had completely taken advantage of Sesshoumaru, and not
just physically. He was now fucking with the youkai's mind, using artificial stimulators to make the boy
respond to those unwanted touches and violations. She could hear it in the inu's voice. Even when
he moaned with pleasure, Rin could sense the loathing behind his cries. She had to do something.
It didn't matter what she did, so long as Naraku was stopped. Rin remembered the gun. She didn't
think. Doing so would have made her lose her nerve. It was pure impulse, pure stupidity, pure courage.
Unable to stand by any longer, Rin burst from hiding and lunged at the gun. Holding the weapon as
best she could with shaking arms, she aimed for the back of Naraku's head and pulled the trigger.

"...click..."

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