InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Tale of the Twins ❯ Chapter Seventeen: No Luck ( Chapter 17 )

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Chapter Seventeen

No Luck

They could have just gone back to the ship, but didn't see the point. Having sex in the illusionary house seemed like a better idea anyway, as there was no need to be quiet. Besides, sex was a good way to relieve frustration, and there was a lot to be frustrated about right now—the Sacred Jewel, each other, being stuck on a boat, Nanako, jealousy, and other problems.

They couldn't use their clothing to protect their skin, because then they would have to wash their clothes, so Sesshoumaru decided to try to deal with the wooden floor on his back/knees/hands/stomach/etc, depending on their chosen position. Not that Naraku was much better off. He missed having a futon. His knees were completely raw, and only when they had finished, did either fully notice the state of their skin. Sesshoumaru was more bothered by it. At the same time, it was amusing and sort of satisfying for Naraku—to know that he had shaken the beautiful dog so hard that, in places, the skin on his back had been torn away by the floorboards. Also, there was the fact that Sesshoumaru still had very feminine tendencies—such as being flustered at having his otherwise perfect skin damaged.

He didn't think that Sesshoumaru would want to do much of anything for a while, but, as usual, he misjudged the youkai, as Sesshoumaru was panting after Naraku as if the dog were in heat, even though he wasn't female any more.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Naraku muttered, lying face-down in the silken pile of their clothing. “Leave me the fuck alone.”

Sesshoumaru would not be refused. “It's going to be the last time in a while we'll have to be so loud. Just one more time.”

“No…”

Sesshoumaru smirked and crawled over him, straddling him. “Fuck me, or I'll do it to you.”

That was enough to convince Naraku to move. No way would he surrender his seme position unless he was absolutely certain he wasn't up to it. “Just give me ten minutes.”

“Five.”

“Eight.”

“Three.”

He could Sesshoumaru's slender, somewhat rubbed-raw hands gliding along the muscles of Naraku's back. Sesshoumaru leaned down, pushing Naraku's tangled black hair aside and licking his neck softly, teasing the sensitive flesh with the tip of his tongue. “Damn it, bitch! Leave me alone.”

Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed. He really disliked being insulted like that. Really disliked it. There might be truth to that, but he was male now. It was rude. “Don't insult me, hanyou.”

Naraku glared at him out of the corner of his eye, then closed his eyes. Wasn't worth arguing over. Fuck, if Sesshoumaru was going to be such a jackass, he wasn't going to do his bidding. He allowed his breathing to slow and even and his mind began to drift off contentedly. His eyes snapped open upon feeling where Sesshoumaru's hands had wandered to. He groaned and sat up, pushing Sesshoumaru off of him gently.

“One more time, then you have to let me sleep,” he insisted. Sesshoumaru seemed pleased with that. He glanced at his lover. He turned to him and kissed him. “I love you. That's the only reason I put up with you.”

“I can't be that bad.”

Naraku raised an eyebrow, but decided to save his complaints for later. And he had an awful lot of them, too.

~prose change~

Naraku's list of complaints against Sesshoumaru: (These are in no particular order.)

Never lets me sleep—ever.

Won't leave me alone for longer than 60 minutes after sunset.

Makes me deal with all of the twins' problems.

Demands sex too often, leading to lack of sleep. I am not an insomniac!

Forces me to be a hanyou.

Doesn't want me to be a youkai.

Insists on being male.

Hates the female body.

Forces me to be uke on occasion. Luckily, this only happens rarely.

Doesn't ever say “I love you.”

Is too jealous.

Is too suspicious of my relationships with others.

Never punishes the twins.

Is a picky eater. Puts toddlers to shame.

Puts me in to awkward situations.

Is emotionally-challenged.

Is egotistical and self-centered.

Very vain.

Is whiny and temperamental when things don't go the way he desires them to.

This list is incomplete.

~resumes prose~

“You have no idea.” He kissed him again. He gently moved Sesshoumaru in to his personal favorite position. He wet his fingers and worked at preparing his entrance, all the while thinking. What were they going to do once they got to Italy? Yes, they had made a plan. Everything was laid out and ready. They could even prepare a house ahead of time before they arrived in Florence, as Rin had planned. What about things like this, though? Ah, well. A small barrier around them might do everyone some good.

Sesshoumaru was ready for him, though. He had to work to give himself an erection, which was most annoying. He didn't care if Sesshoumaru knew that he wasn't horribly interested right now though. He sighed inwardly. Everything really was working out so far. If only Sesshoumaru would be a girl though… More sex options that way.

He pushed in to him the second he could. Ecstasy ensued, sort of against his will.

Sesshoumaru was beginning to have second thoughts about this. He tried to scowl at Naraku, but couldn't between the gasps and moans. He had chosen this position on purpose, knowing that Sesshoumaru's hands and knees were in the worst shape. Honestly, though, he supposed he might deserve it. Ah, well.

After a while, his knees started to bleed. He realized that his arms were shaking. The position, in combination with how ragged his flesh was, was growing to be too much. He was shaking, and it was more than sexual stimuli. He was going to fall. But it was definitely his fault. No denying that. He supposed, though, that Naraku was being so rough on purpose, because he was annoyed, and thought Sesshoumaru deserved it.

Well, fine. He could live with that. He could just make a note for the future; do not push Naraku in to doing this. He's devious and will always be that way. He didn't want to, and now…

Naraku slammed all the way in to him. Sesshoumaru's arms gave out. His palms hurt so badly. He slipped down, his forehead touching the floor, his hair spilling over his shoulders, onto the floorboards.

Naraku slowed down, but didn't entirely stop. “Sesshoumaru?”

“Don't stop,” he moaned. Naraku sighed. He was in pain, and that didn't seem to bother him enough to stop him. Ah, well. He just wanted to get Sesshoumaru off, then get himself off, if at all possible, then go to sleep and wait for the others. So, he didn't stop. When Sesshoumaru's legs gave out from the pain, he caught him, holding him up, then gently lowered him. He loved the position immediately and couldn't stop; he finished. Luckily, it was as Sesshoumaru spilled his seed on the floor, and not before.

Naraku pulled out of him and laid down on top of him. Sesshoumaru looked at him. “What are you doing?” he muttered.

“Preventing you from doing anything,” he muttered, eyes already sliding closed.

Sesshoumaru sort of struggled to get up. With Naraku's weight on top of him, he couldn't, though. He couldn't situate himself to use his own strength to push him off. If he tried hard enough, he might be able to sit up and disentangle himself. He made a vague, half-hearted attempt to do so. Naraku's tentacles came flying out of his flesh, pinning his wrists down. Naraku relaxed and the tentacles loosened, but remained lying on his wrists. For all the ease that Naraku used them, they were heavy. Heavier than they ought to be. He supposed it made sense though.

Sesshoumaru sighed. More punishment? He sort of smiled crookedly. All right, Naraku. Point taken.

~on the ship~

One of the koi crewmembers had spotted land, which meant an enthusiastic rush to get the ship to land. Rin made an effort to keep the twins below the deck at this time. Right now, after all, Nanako was assuring that all hell broke loose. She was screaming orders to and fro, and the crew rushed to obey their loose cannon of a captain. Best to keep the twins out of the way.

Iria went aboard deck, only to discover that the koi youkai on the ship had more or less lied to them. Not about there being land, but about why Nanako was yelling so much. There were two mainland human warships headed their way.

Nanako was trying to outrun them. So far, she was succeeding, but, just in case, they were readying the cannons and making sure they were prepared for a battle.

Iria approached the captain and tapped on her shoulder, irritated. Nanako didn't notice. “Nanako!”

The koi spun around. “What?”

“What's going on?”

Nanako rolled her eyes. “We're trying not to have a bad encounter right now. If those ships don't make it to port, then the humans will wonder about it. Thus, we're running away to avoid suspicion.”

Well, that made sense anyway. “And?”

“And what?”

“And if we can't outrun them?”

Nanako frowned. “They can't catch up to us. It's not possible.”

“That's nonsense. It's always possible. What if they're youkai?”
Nanako glanced at the oncoming ships and frowned. “It's possible.” She squinted, trying to see some kind of aura, but couldn't. “I don't think so, though. The colours are all wrong, and so is the flag.”

“Don't let your guard down,” Iria said.

Nanako shrugged. “Never do. At any rate, though, we can't head to the shore with them behind us.”

“What about Sesshoumaru-sama and Naraku-san?” Iria demanded.

Nanako looked to the land, then to the ships. “Can't be helped. We don't have the time. Besides, they'll probably find us, ne?”

“True.”

“Then, no worries. Keep the twins down below anyway, though.”

Iria nodded. “Nanako, tell us if anything happens.”
Nanako made a vague salute and marched about barking orders once more. Iria glanced nervously toward shore. She certainly hoped that those two would figure it out and come looking for them. They probably would anyway—if they weren't too busy having sex anyway. Kami, she hoped they were watching this right now and would figure this out. She knew, however, that no one would have that kind of luck.