InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Tale of the Twins ❯ Chapter Five: Love You ( Chapter 5 )

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Chapter Five

LoveYou

Kuraimaru was kept confined to bed. He put up no fuss. Shuarra Meitsuki didn't even complain when she was told to leave him alone for a few days. Jaken had apologized for well over an hour. Sesshoumaru had been curious to see when he would shut up on his own, but after the first hour passed, he kicked him outside.

Rin helped Iria in any way she could to take care of Kuraimaru. Mostly, it consisted of making poultices, medicinal tea, and other medicines for the pain and swelling. Kuraimaru spent most of the time in a dreamless sleep.

Naraku arrived in the evening. Rin was the first one to see him and quickly told him about the day's events. He immediately rushed off to see Kuraimaru.

Rin thought, Sesshoumaru-sama and Naraku have changed a lot since the twins were born. It was true, too. Selfishness had to be pushed aside. The twins came first, and everything else was secondary. Against all odds, they really were good parents. Not only were they less selfish, they were less foolhardy, less prone to taking risks. All in all, parenthood had forced them to settle down in a lot of ways.

Shuarra Meitsuki tugged on her kimono. “Shuarra is sleepy,” she said with a yawn.

“It's been a long day, huh?”

“Yeah.”

Rin took her adopted little sister to her room and tucked her in for the night.

Kuraimaru didn't like being confined to bed. After the first three days, he was trying to walk—which was a bad idea. Iria scolded him about it as well, not that it made much of a difference. Once he couldn't hear or smell her any more, he just climbed back out of bed. Each step sent searing agony up his leg, but he gritted his teeth and leaned against the wall, limping feebly, his hand held against the wall for support. At least he wasn't totally immobile any more. As misfortune would have it, though, Naraku happened to walk in when he was at the other side of the room. All of his efforts were wasted and he was carried back to bed with a scolding and forced to down a sedative that made him go to sleep.

“You're so much like your mother,” Naraku murmured. It was more than just the way he looked—his personality too. His arrogance, his pride, the way he carried himself, his stubbornness. He had his own unique quirks, but he really was so much like her—him now.

“Except that I'm not female,” Sesshoumaru said. He was framing the doorway.

Naraku sighed. “No.”

Sesshoumaru walked up to him. “Am I really more attractive when I'm female? How could you like such a disgusting body?”

The hanyou rolled his eyes. “It was hardly disgusting.”
Sesshoumaru frowned. He just didn't understand. He didn't like women—anything about women. Didn't like the curve of their bodies, their breasts, their movements. And, besides, what the hell was he supposed to do with a female, anyway? He found it utterly repulsive. “Women are repulsive.”

Naraku laughed. “You never seemed to mind fucking me in that body.”

True. But the entire time, he had wondered about what it would be like if he were male. “Speaking of which…”

Naraku smiled. “You'll never let me get a full night's sleep, will you?”

Sesshoumaru smiled coyly. “No.” He turned. “I'm going to bed. You will come join me, won't you?”

Naraku looked back at the sleeping Kuraimaru. “Yes.”

Sesshoumaru left without any further words. That man's sex drive was insane. Considering how often he “required” sex, Naraku was surprised that he didn't have trouble “getting up” after a while. Somehow, the sight of Sesshoumaru naked and especially aroused never failed to excite him, though—ever since that moment when he had glimpsed her naked in the woods.

When had he fallen in love with her? Was it in the woods? Before that? After that? When they had sex the first time? He had known he loved her then. But had he loved her before then? Possibly. It was impossible for him to pinpoint the exact moment he did. He knew when he had realized it, though—the first time he heard her cry out in pleasure, digging her claws into his shoulders, eyes rolled to the back of her head and shaking in ecstasy… because of him.

Oops. Naraku turned around. He was growing aroused thinking about it. Think about something else…

Why couldn't Sesshoumaru ever just say “I love you”? Just once? He only wanted to hear it once. He knew that Sesshoumaru had to love him. Why else would he tolerate him? Well, there was the added protection and the sex. But it had to be more than that. He knew it was. If not from anything he said, from his actions. The way that he acted when he came home after being gone for a long period of time, or when Naraku had been gone. The way he liked to be held when he slept.

Naraku knew that Sesshoumaru had obviously never been shown much affection as a child—which was exactly why he was demanding so much of it now, and probably why he had trouble with his own emotions.

After all, it was unbecoming of youkai to feel emotions like “love.” No, not really unbecoming—just a bit unnatural, thus thought of as being unbecoming. Love was primarily reserved for humans and hanyou. When a youkai felt love, it was rare and somewhat unnatural. So, it was only to be expected that Sesshoumaru couldn't express it well.

He would still like to hear him say it though.

Well, that had taken care of his “problem” anyway. He stepped out into the hallway, sliding the door shut behind him silently. He walked down the hallway, taking his time because he knew it would annoy Sesshoumaru. When he finally got to their quarters, Sesshoumaru was standing at the door leading into the private garden, naked.

Sesshoumaru, male or female, was really a feast for the eyes, quite literally: thin, perfectly toned muscles, beautiful hair that framed his body nicely, and perfectly proportioned. And, despite the fact that he looked very breakable and delicate, he was very strong.

“Sesshoumaru.”
“Hm?” The youkai was walking over to him, leaving the screen open. Moonlight streamed in.

“I love you.”

“Mm-hm.” Sesshoumaru stopped in front of Naraku. He began peeling off his lover's kimono.

“Why don't you ever tell me you love me?”

The youkai paused, then resumed. “That's unnecessary. You know how I feel.”
“I would still like to hear you say it.”
“You are thinking to deeply about this.”

“Perhaps,” he admitted. Sesshoumaru finally peeled off Naraku's kimono—no help from him, by the way. He wrapped his arms around him and forced him into a kiss. Naraku grasped him tightly. He moved his head, running his tongue over his neck, nibbling the other's pointed ear. “Tell me you love me.”

Sesshoumaru said nothing, but moaned softly when one of Naraku's thumbs moved to one of his nipples.

He liked to hear him beg. It took a lot of work, but he knew how to do it. And he liked to hear it.

“What do you want?” Naraku whispered, gliding his other hand along Sesshoumaru's back.

“Fuck me,” Sesshoumaru answered, his hands roaming over the hanyou's body.

“What… do you… want?” He suckled one of Sesshoumaru's nipples—something the inu really loved. “Tell me.” He resumed, one of his hands gingerly encircling the youkai's growing erection.

“Just fuck me…”

“Not until you tell me.” Gently, at first, he began stroking him.

Sesshoumaru was confused. His body was demanding sex. His brain reasoned that he would only get this once he gave the “correct” answer. The connection made, he raced to figure out what it was his lover was demanding of him. What did he want? He wanted sex, damn it! But Naraku knew that. It could be that he either wanted to hear him beg, or there was an alternate meaning. Or both. “You. I want you to fuck me.”
Naraku nodded. “And what else?” Getting there… Once the youkai was aroused, he would surrender his pride temporarily and beg for it. And he liked it too. Naraku knew he did. He knew why too. Sesshoumaru was always in control. Always domineering. Here, though, he could fall back into something different.

Sesshoumaru moaned softly. “And… Gods, Naraku…”

“Go on.” He moved to the other nipple.

What else? What else could he possibly mean? “Naraku…”

“Yes…”

“I want you,” he gasped. “I want you. I…”

“I love you,” Naraku reminded him. His pace suddenly increased with his hand. The unexpected movement caused Sesshoumaru to moan. “Now tell me… What you want.”

“Fuck me... Oh…”

Naraku was careful not to work him to orgasm. “Tell me…”

“Damn it, fuck me.” That was his cue. Naraku suddenly pulled completely away from him. Sesshoumaru was angry. “Naraku…”

He turned away from Sesshoumaru. “Do you really want me to fuck you?”

The youkai moved in front of him and dropped to his knees. He ran his tongue over Naraku's erection, teasing the head. He pulled him into his mouth, making it as wet as possible. It always made entry easier, after all. He opened his eyes, looking up at Naraku pleadingly, even as he continued the movements with his tongue and mouth.

“Tell me,” Naraku panted.

Sesshoumaru rose, pulling Naraku towards the futon. He pulled Naraku down with him. “Fuck me.” His tone was pleading now.

“Tell me…”

Sesshoumaru moved to his hands and knees, arching his back. “Naraku…”

Naraku stood up, moving behind him. “Tell me…”
“Fuck me!” he pleaded. “Gods, Naraku, fuck me!” Stop teasing me, you bastard.

He inserted one finger. “How hard?”

“Hard… Unh…”

He pushed in as far as his finger would go, moving it gently at first. “And fast?”

“Yes…”

“What do you want? Do you want to scream?”

“Yes…”

He pushed in another finger. “You want me to make you scream?”
“Yes!”

It was one thing to manipulate people, turn them against each other. That was fairly easy. The most it truly required were proper circumstances. Manipulating Sesshoumaru erotically, however… That required a bit more tact. If he pulled away now, the inu would probably get angry and punch him. He wondered if there was a way he could do this to finally make Sesshoumaru say something that he had wanted to hear for years. It was a possibility, but it would require a lot of persuasion, sexual stimulation, and a lot of patience.

One more finger. The youkai shuddered. To think… Damn, this beautiful creature could have had anyone of his (or her, depending on the time period) choice. And yet… Well, that boosted Naraku's ego anyway. Sesshoumaru was a trophy boyfriend in a lot of ways. Not that he was always worth the mental anguish he gave others. “Sesshoumaru…”

The only answer he gave was a moan amidst his panting.

“Do you love me?”

“Oh… Yes…”

That was good enough for right now.

“Naraku, fuck me!”

He almost laughed at the youkai's greedy lust. He could almost get off on just Sesshoumaru's facial expressions. While totally bland outside of these instances, he portrayed exactly how it felt now. Naraku loved it. His expressions were divine. “Your expressions are divine, Karei-chan.”

When Sesshoumaru had been born, he had been born female. His parents named him “Kareishikyo.” It fit her perfectly—beautiful death. Naraku had really liked Sesshoumaru female, but had also knew that she hated her body, so this was good enough. And he loved her real name. He had pestered Chiyuota about his real name for three years before she finally told him what it was. Sesshoumaru had been less than happy, but luckily did not react violently.

“Don't call me that…” Sesshoumaru panted.

Naraku sighed and pulled out his fingers. He positioned himself and plunged into him. He shuddered. “I love your real name,” he whispered. “Almost as much as I love you.”

Sesshoumaru looked back at him, his eyes softening a little. Naraku paused, frowning. “You wish I were still a woman?”

He nodded. “Mm.”

Sesshoumaru looked down. “I see.” He pushed back against Naraku. The spider hanyou gasped. He would have to bring up that conversation later. However, at the moment, there was a very beautiful and very sex-obsessed dog he needed to exhaust.