InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Ravenous Feast ❯ The Main Course ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

“This shouldn't take long, my pet…” the dark, deep voice breathed from the figure in the darkness. It was predawn, and the tiny house was lit inside, making it easy to see the occupant moving about with an unhurried busyness as a silhouette through the paper panes of the traditionally made Japanese doors and walls. The figures red eyes watched until the person inside sat with a tray which held a teapot and a bowl. Instantly the figure went into action…

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Sesshomaru sipped his jasmine tea and sighed softly. He'd just set the empty teacup down and reached for his bowl of steamed rice when the door panes slid open with a loud snap. He caught a scent that he knew so he didn't react until it was too late. A mass of tentacles wrapped around his arms and his neck, yanking him backwards, where more of the things wound around his legs. The youkai struggled with the vines but was bound helpless. He growled dangerously as Naraku came into view, cloaked in his baboon skin, the mask shoved back to reveal his handsome face. Sesshomaru's words of indignation died instantly; the hanyou was smiling at him with such a strange look in his eye.

“Mmmmm, Sesshomaru-sama… you've grown complacent, ne?” The hanyou's slender fingers lifted and trailed down Sesshomaru's cheek with a touch that made the youkai's skin crawl and his hackles rise. This look is lust, he realized, and felt fear trying to crawl into his belly like a cold slimy creature from hell. He flexed his arms and pulled hard, his tendons creaking with the effort as he tried to free himself from the vine-like limbs around him. Naraku chuckled again, lifting his hands to pull his own hair back in a paper ribbon.

“I don't want it in my way; I want to see everything…” He said. His voice was a hint deeper than the voice he had come to know, and certainly he had that timbre of evil in it. His red eyes glowed with avarice and with something akin to madness. The Inu-youkai growled in his chest, his gold eyes narrowing.

“You want to see your own death you mean, hanyou…” he said quietly, finally hearing some of the tentacles snapping from his straining against them. Naraku jerked him closer and then retreated out the open doors and into the brightening morning. In a moment he'd carried Sesshomaru's struggling body far away. The hanyou deposited himself and his prize in a thicket of kudzu vines, morning blossoms winding all through the branches seeming like a portent of doom to Sesshomaru. The blossoms nodded as Naraku's clothing melted away and his hands and tentacles tore at Sesshomaru's thin kimono. The youkai struggled, and freed his left arm, but it was only a few seconds before he was wound tight in the tenacious tentacles again. Naraku gloated silently as the youkai in his grasp struggled valiantly despite the obvious hopelessness of his situation.

“Tsk, Sesshomaru-samaaaaah… you are not getting away. I've made up my mind about you… I know if I can't take your body into myself, ne? And so… I decided upon a different course. It's so simple…” the clone purred, a tentacle around Sesshomaru's thigh snapping from being stressed too hard. Sesshomaru was now bleeding from half a dozen spots, rubbed raw from his fight with the insidious vines. Naraku leaned closer and was disappointed that the youkai didn't flinch… yet. He pressed his mouth to Sesshomaru's and then snapped his head back as the youkai bit his tongue clean through. Naraku spat the bloody ichor from his mouth and backhanded Sesshomaru, the youkais lips opening on his own fangs from the blow. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he now snarled in earnest at Naraku.

“Unhand me, Naraku! You know you cannot escape my wrath if you continue this course!” Sesshomaru hissed through his teeth. Various smaller tentacles ripped and played at the shredded Kimono, until the youkai was lying naked on the dry grass. “Release me!” Sesshomaru said louder, the slightest hint of alarm in his voice. Naraku ignored him and bent his head to Sesshomaru's now bared chest, and then bit Sesshomaru's right nipple fiercely. The youkai didn't flinch; he refused to show this scum his pain…

“Hmmm… you taste as good as you look, my pretty youkai.” Naraku purred and opened his mouth wider, Sesshomaru's blood trickling from the corner of his mouth to trail down his side. This time he bit around the offended nipple, his teeth sinking deeply into the youkais pectoral. Again Sesshomaru didn't flinch, but he did growl again, more anger packed into the rumble than before. Naraku sucked on his mouthful of flesh until he bruised the pale skin. When he let go, the area was reddish purple and swollen from the suction, blood seeping from the bites sluggishly. Sesshomaru's eyes flicked to the area with distain.

“You are marking me, ne? I'll mark you in return!” His leg flashed out and would have caught Naraku in the groin, had the hanyou not jumped back a bit. The knee caught him in the stomach instead, and even so, the blow was not very powerful, since Sesshomaru's thigh was gripped by a tentacle still. Instead of being angry, the clone seemed delighted.

“Hai, I am marking you… you may mark me similarly later… but I warn you... my blood is potent… my blood is laden with shouki. It's quite deadly to imbibe. But don't forget you've tasted it, only moments ago!” Naraku was downright gleeful as he poked his tongue out, reminding Sesshomaru of the vicious bite he'd received from the youkais fangs. He blinked as Naraku grabbed his face, his fingers digging into his jaw and then forcing him to open his mouth. Sesshomaru spluttered then struggled as Naraku's mouth covered his again, his bleeding tongue sweeping along Sesshomaru's remarkably smooth one. Sesshomaru tried to jerk his head back and somehow succeeded, receiving deep gouges in his skin for his efforts. Naraku growled playfully and drew a sharp nail across Sesshomaru's cheek, a thin red line opening behind it. Sesshomaru could care less about it; he wouldn't scar and who cared if he did? It was the fact that Naraku thought he was marking him as his “pet” that infuriated him... and the fact that it was obvious the hanyou intended to rape him, if he couldn't escape. As Naraku had said; it was obvious what he intended to do. The hanyou's semen was known to cause lassitude in those he “deposited” it into, at best. At worst it gave Naraku a fair amount of control over the receptacle, depending on their will power and how often he'd been with the person. He intended to try and control Sesshomaru with this method; but the youkai's will was extraordinarily strong… Surely he didn't expect this plot to really work?

However, at that moment he was feeling an odd cold lassitude, and his tongue was going numb. He shook his head, trying to clear it. Naraku purred as Sesshomaru's red and blue eyes began to fade slowly back to gold; the shouki tainted blood he'd forced into the youkais mouth was working its magic. It was not enough to endanger Sesshomaru's life, but it certainly would force his system to sideline his powers to fight the invading essence. Naraku's smile was overjoyed as he leaned in and kissed him once again, just to be safe. Sesshomaru's tongue forced him back, then he clamped his jaws shut against his invasion, but that was fine; the youkai had taken plenty of the shouki by now. Naraku allowed his tongue to heal itself and then nuzzled Sesshomaru's neck as the tentacle around the youkais right leg jerked his calf up and over the hanyou's back, leaving him quite vulnerable and exposed.

Sesshomaru refused to stop fighting, but it was so hard to concentrate… he knew this lassitude; the damn hanyou's blood was indeed poisonous and his body was fighting it, despite his efforts to put that battle off for later. His head arched up, literally squishing Naraku away from his neck. He was incensed that no matter what he did, the kissima wouldn't get angry; his delighted laughter and playful expression mocked Sesshomaru and made his mind a muddle of fury. The fury was not helping him clear his head either; he needed to concentrate and figure his way out of this, not struggle like a bound beast.

Naraku smirked; of this was just too delicious! He couldn't have planned this to go better. The bite to his tongue was nothing; he could handle that small pain… and the youkai's struggles were rubbing his silky soft flesh against him, arousing his ardor. Originally he'd planned to violate the youkai simply to gain control of him since absorbing Sesshomaru seemed impossible. But the bloodied and growling Sesshomaru was a lovely sight to his eyes, and the lust he'd aroused within himself artificially with aphrodisiacs was now genuine. He reached down and ran a hand down the youkais ribs and across his flank, marveling in the soft skin over firm muscle. He paused and retraced the rose colored stripes that curved from his back to end in points over his ribs and hips; yes, the texture of the skin differed from the clear creamy white to the soft rosy stripes. He also noticed the youkai flinch for the first time; hadn't he heard that Sesshomaru's stripes were an erogenous zone? Watching the youkai's still red-tinted eyes, he ran his fingertips over the stripes slowly, light as a feather. Instantly a blush stained Sesshomaru's pale cheeks as he shivered.

“What's this? You like this, ne?” another stroke, a little harder, and again the youkai shivered though he tried to stay unmoved. “Why Sesshomaru, I am flattered… responding to my touch this way!” Naraku purred and bent to lick the blood off the bite he'd inflicted on the youkai's chest. Sesshomaru jerked his arms uselessly as Naraku teased his nipple, now hyper sensitive from the hickey around it. Naraku's hand stroked his side gently for a while but he grew bored with the “kindness” very quickly. He moved to the other pectoral and suckled it like he wanted to pull the nipple right off him. Then his nails raked from shoulder to buttocks, drawing a startled gasp of pain from the youkai even as he struggled to shove the hanyou off his chest. Blood welled up and then trickled down his left side as Naraku ran his fingers over the scratches, making them sting worse, as he trailed his tongue down his body slickly. Naraku's left hand dragged up his right thigh and then back down again, squeezing his ass cheek playfully. He looked up and was rewarded; finally, panic was shadowing Sesshomaru's eyes. He was trapped, he really was unable to escape, and Naraku really intended to violate him… and painfully at that. The hanyou's smile was smug as he bent and flicked his tongue into Sesshomaru's navel.

“… don't touch me, hanyou… don't you dare to do this… it is a death warrant…”

“You will be worth it, my Pretty Demon.” Naraku nuzzled the silver curls around Sesshomaru's member and then rubbed his cheek on the shaft. The youkai recoiled warily; so far whatever Naraku touched gently was then violated painfully. However Naraku simply ran his tongue over his shaft then sank his teeth into Sesshomaru's thigh. The pain was a relief of sorts, but the relief was short lived; a tentacle was wrenching his legs wider apart even as the hanyou gnawed his teeth deeper into his left thigh. Sesshomaru's struggles had brought him to exhaustion, but he wouldn't give up; maybe the cursed hanyou would slip up…

Naraku slid back up along his body and smirked at him. “I simply cannot wait another second for you, my pet!” he hissed, eyes narrowed. Sesshomaru felt his hard member against his thigh, slipping lower as the tentacles arched his back, lifting his hips off the ground. He went cold, eyes widening with denial. Naraku purred, and then thrust hard, half way into him, hoping for a cry of pain from his victim. Sesshomaru snarled and bucked his hips to try and shake him off, but Naraku wouldn't be denied. He thrust again and again, ramming deeper with each plunge until he was nestled all the way inside the other males entrance. The youkai's body was tight around him, and he could feel him trembling with turmoil, which was thrilling him no end. He watched Sesshomaru's face as he pulled back and then drove in again, regardless of the pain he must be causing. He loved the sheer anger and frustration on the youkai's face; Sesshomaru's teeth were bared in fury, but he'd closed his eyes, hiding the effect this violation was having on him.

Sesshomaru had ceased struggling, realizing that he was just exciting his attacker with his wriggling and tried to ignore the pain Naraku's pounding was causing him. Each lunge into him was a searing flash of agony. He felt like he'd been torn open, and he smelled his own blood stronger with each of Naraku's motions. Naraku's paused a moment, his member pulsing like a heart inside him; he felt his will fading with each beat. He flinched as suddenly a soft furry tentacle wound around his own shaft and caressed it, disgusted at its touch on him. The whole situation was far too horrific to even imagine gaining an erection, what was Naraku thinking to do? Pleasure him while raping him? His head arched back and turned aside as nausea burned his throat, but Naraku refused to allow him to look away.

“Iie! Look at me my pet, watch me take you!” he said, tentacles shoving at Sesshomaru's cheek and temple, forcing his head forward again. Sesshomaru's eyes were slits as Naraku reached under them and caressed his ass lovingly, and then felt the tender flesh where they were currently joined. His fingers were blood stained as he pulled them away making him smirk and brush his lips with it, staining his mouth perversely. He licked his lips as he drove even harder into him, one hand wrapping around Sesshomaru's member now, since he was not responding to the stimulation of the tentacles. Sesshomaru growled dangerously at this move; and his growl had a promise of death in it. He began struggling again, eyes gone red once more and Naraku hauled him closer, his smirk colder.

“Yes, let me see that hate in your eyes… but do let them be their pretty golden color for me, ne? This red thing is just too ugly in your face…” He leaned down closer, grinding deeper, his eyes tightening with each stroke into the youkais body. Suddenly Sesshomaru snapped and writhed frantically under Naraku, fighting like mad to get free. Naraku's eyes closed as he clung to Sesshomaru's sweat slicked body; the flexing of the lithe flesh under him was most exciting and just what he'd needed to go over the edge. His groan of satisfaction was not lost to Sesshomaru who felt creeping horror as the hanyou's fluids spilled into him. Naraku slumped over him, gasping and shivering. His grip seemed to slacken for just a moment…

Sesshomaru ripped both arms free, one hand wrapping around Naraku's neck, the other slashing his belly open. Naraku's eyes opened slowly as shouki and blood sprayed all over the place, forcing Sesshomaru to let go of his neck to cover his nose and mouth against the miasma. Naraku grinned widely and ripped out of him quickly. Sesshomaru yowled in shock; it hurt worse than the moment of entry had! He was so stunned he couldn't move as Naraku flipped him to his belly and lay over his back.

“Bad dog! You should know better than to do that by now!” Sesshomaru lifted himself on his arms and knees and tried to throw him off, but was quickly bound again, snarling as he threw his dignity to the winds in his urge to escape. He felt Naraku's hand wrap around his member yet again and froze. The hanyou licked up his spine as his hand caressed him with no success in making him harden, his other hand stroking Sesshomaru's legs and hips. Sesshomaru hated his hands on him and coldly forced himself to be perfectly still and unmoved by the hanyou's touch. However as he felt the hanyou's member nudge against him again, he finally gave up and retreated from the whole ordeal. His head dropped suddenly, his body gone limp in the hanyou's grip and sagging like a rag doll. Naraku felt a thrill of alarm; had the shouki poisoning and blood loss killed the youkai, despite his resilient nature? He sat back, pulling Sesshomaru's body with him and ascertained that he was breathing, but only barely. He scowled and then shrugged. He didn't care if the youkai was awake for the rest of this interlude or not, anymore…

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Sesshomaru's eyes fluttered open then immediately slammed shut as a wave of dizzy nausea and pain washed over him. His body was arched painfully over a rock or stump, and he was bound spread eagled and face up. He felt light headed and guessed it was from blood loss; all he could smell was his own blood everywhere… and Naraku. On his mouth, in his hair, rising from his skin like an unholy perfume. He wanted to vomit from the smell of it but he held the nausea back; he had to break free before he fell to pieces. He carefully opened his eyes again. It was close to noon; he'd been snatched before dawn, almost eight hours before. He heard Rin and Jaken calling for him, and slammed his mind shut. He'd rather die than let anyone see him like this; beaten, bound and bloodied, obviously violated. He gathered all his strength and tugged his right arm, almost dislocating his hand in the process. The effort paid off; he felt the tentacles, weakening and decaying now that Naraku had severed them from his body, give way and his arm snapped forward. Slowly he worked his way free and rolled his side. Pain lanced through him in waves, pain like he could never remember feeling before. Blood was indeed everywhere, he was caked in it, the dried trails pulling and sticking on him; the ground in front of him was dark with it. He concentrated and felt for the worst damage; his bitten thigh, the bite on his pectoral, the four slashes on his left side and dozens of cuts and bruises… however he didn't even want to try and ascertain the damage to his orifice. His eyes closed and he mulled his options…

“Ah you are awake!” he stiffened and snarled, head snapping up to see Naraku standing over him, looking fresh and damn happy, skin around him once more, though the mask was up and revealing his face.

And he was still smiling.

The triumph and delight on his face was more than Sesshomaru could bear. He felt the very last of his energy gather for one last attack on the hanyou, but Naraku immediately realized his intent. He wrapped him up snugly in tentacles and smiled so evilly Sesshomaru felt chilled.

“Time to take you home, ne?” Naraku said and started off. Sesshomaru panicked. He did not want anyone to see him, and see him they would at this rate. Yet he was helpless, and fainting from loss of blood and trauma. He barely felt their flight or even his body crash to the ground outside the tiny shelter he'd slept in the night before, and certainly didn't pay attention to Naraku's escape to safety. He was focused on struggling to his hands and knees… he wanted, he had to get inside, before anyone noticed him…

An ear splitting scream told him he'd been found out. As Rin's feet pattered towards him he did the only thing he could.

He passed out gracefully…