InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Tale of the Twins ❯ Chapter Seven: Problems Arising ( Chapter 7 )

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Chapter Seven

Problems Arising

Sesshoumaru was being obstinate. He really didn't want to leave Japan. It was understandable, but no less infuriating for Naraku and Rin, who were trying to convince him of the reasons they needed to leave.

“It's a danger if we stay. The beliefs that all evil must be eradicated, coupled with the knowledge that youkai exist in the physical realm has already proven to be deadly,” Rin said.

“I am not so weak as to die from something as weak as humans.”

“Your father died because of ningen,” Naraku said quietly.

It was a sore spot. Sesshoumaru fell silent.

“And he was a strong youkai, right?” Rin added. “And, Sesshoumaru-sama, you are really strong, too. But even if you and Naraku won't die from humans—I will, and the twins. And Jaken.” The last one was an afterthought.

“We are leaving more for the twins than ourselves. And we will return one day.”
“What makes you think we'll be any safer in the heart of this cult called Christianity?” Sesshoumaru snapped.

“Because they believe that youkai are merely specters,” Naraku pointed out. “They do not believe that they exist physically—only spiritually.” Sesshoumaru rolled his eyes. “Besides, humans are interesting. They see only what they wish to see.”

“So we leave to Italy. How long will we stay there?” The youkai lord raised an eyebrow for emphasis. “How long do you suppose it would take for the stupid humans to discover that we do not age as they do? They would call us `witches' and try to kill us.”

“Which is why we would leave. We would move every few years or so,” Naraku answered. “You have no problems traveling. It shouldn't be too difficult for you.”

Sesshoumaru looked away. They had some very valid points. Staying here could be deadly for Rin and the twins—especially Rin. She would be considered a cohort, bewitched by youkai. Some might try to console her, others might try to counsel her, but others would try to kill her.

So, instead of trying to fight a losing battle, Sesshoumaru honored the oldest of all youkai traditions and instincts and gave up, not having the will to press, as these two did. “So be it.”

Naraku and Rin were obviously relieved to be done with the arguments.

In the evening, however, Naraku brought something to Sesshoumaru's attention.

“In Europe, `homosexuality' is a sin. Meitsuki and Kuraimaru are obviously twins, and look like both of us. We could solve two problems at once if you were female,” he said bluntly.

Sesshoumaru was suddenly no longer interested in sex. “Why can't you be female?” the dog demanded. “We wouldn't need the Jewel; you could merely recreate yourself as a woman.”
“You wouldn't even touch me if I were a woman,” Naraku pointed out.

It was true. Sesshoumaru would want nothing at all to do with him if he were female. Still, it hardly seemed fair for him to have to be a woman. “Naraku. I would be miserable if I were a woman again.”
Naraku cupped his lover's cheek affectionately, in an attempt to soften what he was going to say next. “I suppose you could cross-dress, then.” Sesshoumaru scowled. “You seemed to have no problems doing it before. I would, but you look more feminine than I do.”

Smack.

Naraku touched his cheek where Sesshoumaru had punched him. At least he hadn't knocked out any teeth. “I'm not referring to your body, though it is much thinner than mine. You have very delicate facial features, koi. You're beautiful, and I think I would just look ridiculous.”

“It's just another of your ploys to make me a woman.” It hadn't been the first, or even the fourth either. Anytime opportunity had presented itself, Naraku had said something along these lines. He desperately wanted Sesshoumaru as a woman, even if it wasn't real. “I refuse.”

“Sesshoumaru, homosexuals are put to death in Europe. What do you propose we do?”

Sesshoumaru considered. He would hate Naraku as a woman. Naraku would also look idiotic in women's clothing. He had an attractive face, but it was true that he was the more masculine of the two, in a lot of ways. Why did this just not seem fair? “Let's discuss this later.” The dog squashed any argument Naraku could make with a fierce, passionate kiss. His kimono slipped off one of his shoulders. Naraku pushed it down, pulling it away. The kiss had left both of them breathless, and they were hurrying to undress each other.

Sesshoumaru sunk his claws into the flesh of Naraku's shoulders, dragging them through his back as he pulled him down on top of him. The scent of his blood filled the air. Naraku gasped—in a heavenly mixture of pain and pleasure. “Sesshoumaru…”

“I want to hear you say my name a lot more tonight,” the dog whispered in his lover's ear, his lips brushing against the lobes.

Naraku pulled away. “Sesshoumaru, stop trying to distract me. You know how important this move is—“
He had just ruined his mood. Sesshoumaru glared at him angrily. He didn't want to discuss this. He didn't want to think about it. Least of all right now. Couldn't Naraku save it for later—like maybe in the morning, when this didn't matter so much? Sesshoumaru silenced him with a kiss. It was more effective than the punch had been in silencing Naraku. He felt the spider youkai growing hard. He had better not spoil it this time.

Naraku pulled away, trying to fight what Sesshoumaru was doing. “Sesshoumaru, this is more important than—“
Sesshoumaru kissed him again, then pulled away. “No. Nothing is as important as right now.” With you, like this… He kissed him again. “Nothing.”

Maybe Sesshoumaru was right. They had a long time to consider everything—the time Sesshoumaru had granted until they moved, then there was the move itself. The matter wasn't so urgent, was it?

Yes. It would probably take all of that time to convince the stubborn inu that it was for the good of everyone if he were a woman again. The idea was more than Naraku could ever hope for, though. Sesshoumaru was beautiful as a man. As a woman, though… He had fallen in love with her upon seeing her, upon lying with her. She was just… so lovely, so divine.

He had never thought he even could feel that way. Most of the time, when it came to sex, it was more about “I want you. Let's go fuck.” With her, it had been different. He had wanted to cherish every second, memorize every second, because it had been so precious.

The only time he had ever felt love before then was the love he was forced to feel. It wasn't an emotion he had cherished or cared for, hence why he had tried to get rid of it so often. Onigumo's love for Kikyou had consumed him, forcing him to feel that sickly emotion. That feeling had made him want to vomit any time he thought about it, and at the same time, run to the object of his affection, pining over her miserably.

But… when he had fallen in love with Sesshoumaru, the leftover emotion—Onigumo's shadowing love—had been eclipsed by his own.

He had been saddened with Kikyou died, but he wasn't devastated. If anything were to happen to Sesshoumaru, however… The thought was ridiculous, though. Sesshoumaru was so unbelievably strong—another one of the many aspects of the inu he so loved.

“Naraku?” Sesshoumaru wondered.

He blinked. “Hm?”

Sesshoumaru kissed him again, insistently. His slender, soft fingers curled around Naraku's erection. He positioned him. He wasn't ready for it. Sometimes, however, Sesshoumaru either didn't care because he was too impatient, or just wanted to feel the pain. This was probably the former. Naraku licked his fingers and pushed his hand to Sesshoumaru's entrance, trying to lubricate it and then himself as much as Sesshoumaru's impatience would allow. He had better hurry before the youkai lord threw him onto his back and forced himself on him.

He did that sometimes.

A lot, actually. If Naraku dared to withhold anything, the inu would smile in that cocky, smirking way of his. He would easily throw him, jump on him, and molest him until he could rape him. On rare occasion, Sesshoumaru forced Naraku into being uke, when Naraku stubbornly refused to become aroused. As entertaining as that had been, it was something akin to rape.

Sesshoumaru's legs wrapped around his waist. “Naraku…” The dog was getting more and more impatient. Naraku supposed that he had been thinking about too much. He pushed his musings aside. Sesshoumaru always came first. Always.

He pushed against him, gently easing inside, gauging how slow to go based on Sesshoumaru's reactions. He pushed all the way in, waiting for his body to adjust. He wanted to hurt him as little as possible.

Sesshoumaru leaned up and kissed him again. Naraku pulled almost all the way out and pushed back into him. He had to do this slowly, or he might hurt his beautiful lover. And he didn't want to do that. It was almost comical that there had been a time when they had been at odds with each other, striving to end the other's life. And now they were both so dependant on the other. It just goes to show how anything can change—how life itself is always changing.

His body was slowly adjusting. Soon now, he could take the pace he preferred—the one that got the most and best reactions from Sesshoumaru. His fingers roamed gently over Sesshoumaru's chest, playing with his nipples, gently moving inside of him, slowly picked up his pace.

“I love you,” he whispered. He wanted to hear him say it so badly. But he could wait. He would say it one day. One day…

“I know.” Sesshoumaru's fingers curled into Naraku's black hair. “I'm ready now.”

He was.

Sesshoumaru's eyes were so lovely, like the rest of him. He wondered if he looked like his mother or father. Probably his mother. Only a few, rare men (even if Sesshoumaru wasn't originally male) looked so beautifully sculpted. As if Sesshoumaru had been the life's work of a master sculptor, and suddenly came to life.

Naraku hit something inside of him that made Sesshoumaru arch his back, gasping in pleasure. He was determined to make him do that until his entire body was sore and his throat was ragged.