InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Wounds Heal, Scars Remain ❯ Ch11-Sunshine ( Chapter 11 )
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By: TearsOfTwilight 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.18.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 315 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.18.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 315 | Status: Completed
A/N- Thankyou so much for your pacience. The rest of the chapters will be up soon.
Chapter 11-Sunshine
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"Sunshine, my only sunshine,
You keep me happy when skies are gray..."
Rin sang as she swept the expansive floors, trying to make up for the penthouse's eerie silence with her
bright and cheerful voice.
"You'll never know dear, how much I love you,
Please don't take my sunshine away..."
The girl smiled. She liked it when Naraku went away on business trips. Though she was very greatful to
the demon for letting her work there, Rin often felt uncomfortable around him. It wasn't the way she was
treated. He had hardly ever even spoken to her. It was simply the way he pulled the light from a room,
replacing warmth with a cold, invisible miasma. Rin made her way down the halls, carefully sweeping the
dust into neat little piles.
"Why did you stop?"
Rin looked up and gasped. Standing in the doorway of her master's bedroom was
the strangest looking man she'd ever seen. His eyes were a pale russet color, and his bedraggled hair
a light silver. Milky skin was stretched tauntly over his slender body, rippling slightly with every
movement. The man would have been quite stunning, if not so terribly torn. That same flesh, so fair
and luminous, was marred with countless scratches and incisions. Rin cringed as she notice a particularly
bad one on his lower torso. Even his face was covered in dried blood.
"What are you doing here?" she yelled. "Get out of my master's bedroom!"
The man's obviously demonic eyes widened slightly as she said this. "I...can't leave," he murmured.
"Master told me to stay here, or he would kill the girl. Won't you keep singing?" Rin looked at the
demon quizically.
"Do you mean Kanna?" For a moment the man's features lit up, but they quickly resumed their blank,
lifeless expression. Rin frowned. What was wrong with him? Had Naraku done this?
"Is he your master too? Does he have other slaves?"
The girl was taken aback. " Certainly Naraku is my master. Why else would I be working here? As to
whether I am a slave or not, I do not know myself." A strange shudder passed through the demon. For
a moment he looked at her, eyes both confused and very sad, then with a slight gasp his knees buckled, and he fell to the floor. Rin screamed. She didn't know what to do. Throwing her broom
aside, she dashed to the youkai's aid. He was still conscious, but even with the girl's encouragement,
was unable to rise. She reached up to push his hair from his face, and shrieked as her hand came away
covered in blood. It came from a wound at the junction of his neck. It was deep and oddly serated.
"Just lay here," she soothed. "I'll go get someone to help." Rin left, dashing down the halls until she
ran straight into the chef, Totosai. "Mr. Totosai!" Much to the old man's annoyance she began to
jump up and down, agitation written clearly on her face."
"Well what is it, girl? I don't have all day you know."
"I'm sorry Mr. Totosai, but this is really important. There's a man down there, in the master's bedroom.
He's hurt, and I think he needs some hel...."
"What were you doing down there Rin? How many time do I have to tell you not to go into Lord Naraku's chambers?"
Rin gazed up at the cook, her eyes wide and imploring. "But.... what about....?"
Totosai grimaced, preferring not to think of what Naraku had done to his new plaything. "Don't go down
there, do you here! I care not what's in that room! You are to stay in the kitchen for
ther rest of the day, and if I hear that you've done otherwise there will be consequences young lady!"
Rin's eyes dripped with tears as she tried to stammer something in protest, but no words would come.
The old man's eyes grew soft as he noted her evident distress. Come now, my dear. It was most likely
your imagination anyway." Reluctantly the girl followed the chef down the hall, pausing briefly to look back towards her master's bedroom. The doorway was now empty. 'Maybe it was my imagination,' Rin thought. Still, as she walked away, the little girl once again began to sing....just in case.
"Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high,
There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby,"
Sesshoumaru leaned against the bed, listening to the child's voice grow dimmer until it finally disappeared all together. Silence fell, enveloping Naraku's chambers, undisturbed, for the servents seldom ventured into that part of the abode. They had heard of the kumo's whips, of his clubs and shackles and chains. They had smelled the blood and been kept up late into the night by the agonizing screams. No, Sesshoumaru was quite alone. He made a feeble attempt to hum, wishing only to break the unbearable quiet, but neither his cracked lips nor his broken soul were strong enough to form a tune.
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Inuyasha sat up in bed. It was nearly midnight, and he couldn't sleep. The night was a bright one, rays
of moonlight and star-filled sillouettes dancing across the bedsheets, now a ballroom of flickering light
and luminous shadows. He thought about the following night, about Naraku, and about his brother.
The plan was set. Now all they had to do was get it into motion. The hanyou sighed, wondering whether
Sesshoumaru was safe or if he was in pain. He sniffled a little, recalling memories of the youkai's face
twisted with agony, of the emotionless mask shattered and in pieces. Inuyasha didn't want to think of
what Naraku could be doing to him at that moment while the whole city was safe, warm in their beds.
"Sesshoumaru..." he whispered into the bright darkness. The name echoed off the walls until the hanyou was almost certain that his lover was in that very room, crying out for help. "Sesshoumaru..Sesshoumaru..Sesshoumaru....." The whole world was murmuring his brother's name, and Inuyasha grew angry. "No!" he hissed bitterly. That name was sacred, beyond the comprehension of normal, cruel creatures of the night, beyond Naraku's black despair. That name was for Inuyasha, for someone who truly loved the one it described. How dare the world mock him by uttering Sesshoumaru's name!
The hanyou closed his eyes, trying to clear his head of such strange thoughts. He had to stay focused
for the following evening. This was their best chance to save the youkai, and he wasn't about to screw
it up by doing something rash. That was what Naraku wanted. Besides, Sesshoumaru was not the only
one in danger. Kanna too was in the kumo's clutches. Inuyasha shuddered, hoping desperatly that the
kumo wasn't a pedophile as well as a rapist. He didn't want to think of the poor little girl being treated
in the same way he and his brother had.
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Kanna looked up expectantly as the door swung open, smiling at Rin, who carried another tray of food as
well as several blankets and a large, overstuffed pillow. "Hello Rin." Rin returned the smile, setting down
her load at the demon child's defeat.
"How are you, Kanna?" she asked.
"I'm fine, thankyou," the girl replied. "But do you happen to know when I'll be able to go see my mother
again?" Rin shook her head sadly.
"I'm sorry. I'm simply a servent, and I don't know what my master's plans are. Can I ask you a question,
Kanna."
"If you wish."
Rin took a deep breath before continuing, shaking off the feeling of guilt for betraying old Totosai's trust. "Do you happen to know of a man with white hair and golden eyes?"
Kanna gasped, her calm face lighting up with surprise. "Does he have strange markings on his face? Is
he a demon?"
Rin nodded excitedly, happy that the man had been in fact real. "Oh yes, Kanna. I thought you might
know him."
"Is he alright?"
The human's innocent features became slightly clouded. "I'm afraid not. Actually he's hurt rather badly."
Kanna's eyes grew very sad. "Did your master harm Mr. Sesshoumaru?"
"I don't know. Maybe."
The demon girl was shaken into silence, wondering what kind of horrors her beloved friend had been put through. Rin felt a twinge of fear as she watched the other child. "Kanna," she whispered. "Does this mean Master Naraku is bad?"
"I think so."
Rin felt torn. She had lived here since her parents' death, and therefore owed the kumo her loyalty, yet
the girl remembered Sesshoumaru's beaten body, his dead, soulless eyes. Deep down she knew Naraku was behind this.
"Will you help us, Rin?"
The girl closed her eyes, imagining her master's merciless gaze and humorless laugh. She could feel
Kanna's pleading gaze, and remembered how Sesshoumaru had begged her to keep singing, if for
nothing else than to keep his mind off the pain. She was the only one who could help them. The fates
of these poor, tortured souls was entirely in the hands of a young, human girl.
"Yes," Rin nodded gravely. "I'll do all I can to help you."
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"...master...master please..."
Naraku smirked, savoring the demon's groans as he stroked his cock with agonizing slowness. "That's
it, slave. Beg for it! Beg for me to do it faster!"
"Pl..please..master Naraku...fas..ter..." Sesshoumaru arched his back, a mixture of humiliation and
pleasure in his voice. He could feel the friction of Naraku's hands moving up and down his excited shaft.
The more he begged, the rougher those hands became. It felt good, but vile as well. The youkai no
longer knew if Naraku was giving him mercy or torment, heaven or hell. Not that it mattered. Sesshoumaru was forever bound to the red-eyed demon. He would never be able to leave, not in a thousand years. Naraku had claimed him as his own, and the kumo always kept what was his very close.
With a final moan, the youkai released, spilling his seed into his master's greedy hands. Naraku licked
the semen off his fingers as he surveyed his pet's perfect body. In the nine hours the kumo had been gone, Sesshoumaru had healed surprisingly well. Though many abrasions still remained on his pale flesh, they no longer threatened to split at the least bit of contact. His hair, more lusterous than spun diamonds, cascaded around him like an icy torrent, and the demon's remarkable eyes were shrouded by a veil of long, black lashes. True, the inu's lips were still fairly torn from the chains, but this small nuisance could be overlooked. Naraku had worked hard for his prize and looked forward to sampling all the pleasures Sesshoumaru had to offer.
Without warning he shoved the youkai back, causing him to tumble gracelessly onto the floor. The kumo
lept down after, landing squarly on his ribcage. Sesshoumaru gasped as the force of Naraku's weight
pushed the air from his lungs. However the larger demon refused to wait for his slave to regain his
breath. He quickly straddled the dog demon's chest, pushing his semi-errect dick into his face. Guessing his master's desires, Sesshoumaru gave the apendage an aprehensive lick before engulfing the entire tip in his mouth. Rising onto his elbows for more access, the youkai sucked gently, carressing the kumo's slit with his rough, catlike tongue.
Naraku closed his eyes, momentarilly giving in to the bliss that his toy was providing. "Ahhh, that
feels good. You do have your talents, whore."
Sesshoumaru flinched slightly at the all too familiar pet name, but continued to pleasure Naraku,
encouraged by his master's purrs and sighs. Finally, just as precum began to spill forth, the kumo
pulled free of the inu's mouth. Sess blinked in confusion, wondering why Naraku did not wish for him to
finish pleasuring him. After all, his dick was stiffer than a fence post. Slowly, the sadistic youkai rose to
his feet, looking down at the slave who lay sprawled out before him.
"Now's the fun part."
Dragging the inu to his feet, he pinned him easily against the wall. Leaning in, the kumo pressed
Sesshoumaru's chest harder against the plaster's textured surface. Naraku chuckled darkly as he forced
the other demon's head back, seeking to glimpse the submission in the man's once defiant eyes.
"Do you know, Sesshoumaru, that many creatures mate standing? Well of course you do seeing as how
you're nothing more than a dog. Still, I've often wondered what it would be like to take you while in this
position. I'll bet it's quite fun, for me anyway. Spread your legs!"
Sesshoumaru complied, allowing the kumo better access as he set out to satisfy his morbid curiousity.
Naraku hastily coated his shaft with precum before plunging into the inu's inviting flesh. Still, this
alieveated the smaller youkai's pain little, and he whimpered softly as his master moved in and out. With
each violent thrust, Sesshoumaru was slammed against the wall, pulled back, and slammed down again.
Naraku laughed wildly with every plunge, his teeth bared in a savage grin each time the other demon's
head was dashed against the plaster. Sesshoumaru remained silent, save for several grunts as his frame
was struck especially hard. His body ached with pain, but compared to the morning's episode, it was
nothing. Sesshoumaru was unable to scream because he was unable to ever again feel an agony anwhere close to that which he had suffered under Naraku's claiming bite. That had broken his soul, but it had given him a new level of tolerence as well. There was only one way to elicit the inu's voice into another such heartwrenching cry and the kumo knew it. In mid thrust he bit down on the mark, burying his fangs once again into the delectible flesh of his fuck toy's neck. Once again Sesshoumaru felt the flaming agony that had ripped through him before. It spread through his veins like venom, seeping into every crevice of his beaten spirit and down into the pit of his stomach and bowels.
Finally Naraku released into his victim, fangs still clamped around his victims neck. Sesshoumaru screamed. Though his voice had remained silent hours ago, it raged forth now, bellowing with all the pain, rage, and sorrow that dwelt in his twisted heart. The kumo himself was taken aback at this inhuman wail. It was like the howl of a dog, the roar of a serpent, and the sob of a child all wrapped up in a single moment. Naraku stumbled backwards against the bed, staring in horror at his little pup who now lay crumpled on the floor. Slowly Sesshoumaru turned, meeting the kumo's eyes, which were for once filled with fear.
"..Naraku..."
The kumo snarled, rage swiftly overriding terror as he glared back into the other youkai's slightly delirious gaze. "Master, Sesshoumaru. How many times do I have to beat it into your pitiful mind? YOU ARE TO ADDRESS ME AS MASTER!"
The dillusional light in the inu's eyes faded, quickly replaced by their usual blankness. Sesshoumaru
bowed his head humbly, voice shaking with exhaustion as well as fear.
"Forgive me....Master."
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-TOT
Chapter 11-Sunshine
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"Sunshine, my only sunshine,
You keep me happy when skies are gray..."
Rin sang as she swept the expansive floors, trying to make up for the penthouse's eerie silence with her
bright and cheerful voice.
"You'll never know dear, how much I love you,
Please don't take my sunshine away..."
The girl smiled. She liked it when Naraku went away on business trips. Though she was very greatful to
the demon for letting her work there, Rin often felt uncomfortable around him. It wasn't the way she was
treated. He had hardly ever even spoken to her. It was simply the way he pulled the light from a room,
replacing warmth with a cold, invisible miasma. Rin made her way down the halls, carefully sweeping the
dust into neat little piles.
"Why did you stop?"
Rin looked up and gasped. Standing in the doorway of her master's bedroom was
the strangest looking man she'd ever seen. His eyes were a pale russet color, and his bedraggled hair
a light silver. Milky skin was stretched tauntly over his slender body, rippling slightly with every
movement. The man would have been quite stunning, if not so terribly torn. That same flesh, so fair
and luminous, was marred with countless scratches and incisions. Rin cringed as she notice a particularly
bad one on his lower torso. Even his face was covered in dried blood.
"What are you doing here?" she yelled. "Get out of my master's bedroom!"
The man's obviously demonic eyes widened slightly as she said this. "I...can't leave," he murmured.
"Master told me to stay here, or he would kill the girl. Won't you keep singing?" Rin looked at the
demon quizically.
"Do you mean Kanna?" For a moment the man's features lit up, but they quickly resumed their blank,
lifeless expression. Rin frowned. What was wrong with him? Had Naraku done this?
"Is he your master too? Does he have other slaves?"
The girl was taken aback. " Certainly Naraku is my master. Why else would I be working here? As to
whether I am a slave or not, I do not know myself." A strange shudder passed through the demon. For
a moment he looked at her, eyes both confused and very sad, then with a slight gasp his knees buckled, and he fell to the floor. Rin screamed. She didn't know what to do. Throwing her broom
aside, she dashed to the youkai's aid. He was still conscious, but even with the girl's encouragement,
was unable to rise. She reached up to push his hair from his face, and shrieked as her hand came away
covered in blood. It came from a wound at the junction of his neck. It was deep and oddly serated.
"Just lay here," she soothed. "I'll go get someone to help." Rin left, dashing down the halls until she
ran straight into the chef, Totosai. "Mr. Totosai!" Much to the old man's annoyance she began to
jump up and down, agitation written clearly on her face."
"Well what is it, girl? I don't have all day you know."
"I'm sorry Mr. Totosai, but this is really important. There's a man down there, in the master's bedroom.
He's hurt, and I think he needs some hel...."
"What were you doing down there Rin? How many time do I have to tell you not to go into Lord Naraku's chambers?"
Rin gazed up at the cook, her eyes wide and imploring. "But.... what about....?"
Totosai grimaced, preferring not to think of what Naraku had done to his new plaything. "Don't go down
there, do you here! I care not what's in that room! You are to stay in the kitchen for
ther rest of the day, and if I hear that you've done otherwise there will be consequences young lady!"
Rin's eyes dripped with tears as she tried to stammer something in protest, but no words would come.
The old man's eyes grew soft as he noted her evident distress. Come now, my dear. It was most likely
your imagination anyway." Reluctantly the girl followed the chef down the hall, pausing briefly to look back towards her master's bedroom. The doorway was now empty. 'Maybe it was my imagination,' Rin thought. Still, as she walked away, the little girl once again began to sing....just in case.
"Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high,
There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby,"
Sesshoumaru leaned against the bed, listening to the child's voice grow dimmer until it finally disappeared all together. Silence fell, enveloping Naraku's chambers, undisturbed, for the servents seldom ventured into that part of the abode. They had heard of the kumo's whips, of his clubs and shackles and chains. They had smelled the blood and been kept up late into the night by the agonizing screams. No, Sesshoumaru was quite alone. He made a feeble attempt to hum, wishing only to break the unbearable quiet, but neither his cracked lips nor his broken soul were strong enough to form a tune.
~~***~~***~~***~~
Inuyasha sat up in bed. It was nearly midnight, and he couldn't sleep. The night was a bright one, rays
of moonlight and star-filled sillouettes dancing across the bedsheets, now a ballroom of flickering light
and luminous shadows. He thought about the following night, about Naraku, and about his brother.
The plan was set. Now all they had to do was get it into motion. The hanyou sighed, wondering whether
Sesshoumaru was safe or if he was in pain. He sniffled a little, recalling memories of the youkai's face
twisted with agony, of the emotionless mask shattered and in pieces. Inuyasha didn't want to think of
what Naraku could be doing to him at that moment while the whole city was safe, warm in their beds.
"Sesshoumaru..." he whispered into the bright darkness. The name echoed off the walls until the hanyou was almost certain that his lover was in that very room, crying out for help. "Sesshoumaru..Sesshoumaru..Sesshoumaru....." The whole world was murmuring his brother's name, and Inuyasha grew angry. "No!" he hissed bitterly. That name was sacred, beyond the comprehension of normal, cruel creatures of the night, beyond Naraku's black despair. That name was for Inuyasha, for someone who truly loved the one it described. How dare the world mock him by uttering Sesshoumaru's name!
The hanyou closed his eyes, trying to clear his head of such strange thoughts. He had to stay focused
for the following evening. This was their best chance to save the youkai, and he wasn't about to screw
it up by doing something rash. That was what Naraku wanted. Besides, Sesshoumaru was not the only
one in danger. Kanna too was in the kumo's clutches. Inuyasha shuddered, hoping desperatly that the
kumo wasn't a pedophile as well as a rapist. He didn't want to think of the poor little girl being treated
in the same way he and his brother had.
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Kanna looked up expectantly as the door swung open, smiling at Rin, who carried another tray of food as
well as several blankets and a large, overstuffed pillow. "Hello Rin." Rin returned the smile, setting down
her load at the demon child's defeat.
"How are you, Kanna?" she asked.
"I'm fine, thankyou," the girl replied. "But do you happen to know when I'll be able to go see my mother
again?" Rin shook her head sadly.
"I'm sorry. I'm simply a servent, and I don't know what my master's plans are. Can I ask you a question,
Kanna."
"If you wish."
Rin took a deep breath before continuing, shaking off the feeling of guilt for betraying old Totosai's trust. "Do you happen to know of a man with white hair and golden eyes?"
Kanna gasped, her calm face lighting up with surprise. "Does he have strange markings on his face? Is
he a demon?"
Rin nodded excitedly, happy that the man had been in fact real. "Oh yes, Kanna. I thought you might
know him."
"Is he alright?"
The human's innocent features became slightly clouded. "I'm afraid not. Actually he's hurt rather badly."
Kanna's eyes grew very sad. "Did your master harm Mr. Sesshoumaru?"
"I don't know. Maybe."
The demon girl was shaken into silence, wondering what kind of horrors her beloved friend had been put through. Rin felt a twinge of fear as she watched the other child. "Kanna," she whispered. "Does this mean Master Naraku is bad?"
"I think so."
Rin felt torn. She had lived here since her parents' death, and therefore owed the kumo her loyalty, yet
the girl remembered Sesshoumaru's beaten body, his dead, soulless eyes. Deep down she knew Naraku was behind this.
"Will you help us, Rin?"
The girl closed her eyes, imagining her master's merciless gaze and humorless laugh. She could feel
Kanna's pleading gaze, and remembered how Sesshoumaru had begged her to keep singing, if for
nothing else than to keep his mind off the pain. She was the only one who could help them. The fates
of these poor, tortured souls was entirely in the hands of a young, human girl.
"Yes," Rin nodded gravely. "I'll do all I can to help you."
~~***~~***~~***~~
"...master...master please..."
Naraku smirked, savoring the demon's groans as he stroked his cock with agonizing slowness. "That's
it, slave. Beg for it! Beg for me to do it faster!"
"Pl..please..master Naraku...fas..ter..." Sesshoumaru arched his back, a mixture of humiliation and
pleasure in his voice. He could feel the friction of Naraku's hands moving up and down his excited shaft.
The more he begged, the rougher those hands became. It felt good, but vile as well. The youkai no
longer knew if Naraku was giving him mercy or torment, heaven or hell. Not that it mattered. Sesshoumaru was forever bound to the red-eyed demon. He would never be able to leave, not in a thousand years. Naraku had claimed him as his own, and the kumo always kept what was his very close.
With a final moan, the youkai released, spilling his seed into his master's greedy hands. Naraku licked
the semen off his fingers as he surveyed his pet's perfect body. In the nine hours the kumo had been gone, Sesshoumaru had healed surprisingly well. Though many abrasions still remained on his pale flesh, they no longer threatened to split at the least bit of contact. His hair, more lusterous than spun diamonds, cascaded around him like an icy torrent, and the demon's remarkable eyes were shrouded by a veil of long, black lashes. True, the inu's lips were still fairly torn from the chains, but this small nuisance could be overlooked. Naraku had worked hard for his prize and looked forward to sampling all the pleasures Sesshoumaru had to offer.
Without warning he shoved the youkai back, causing him to tumble gracelessly onto the floor. The kumo
lept down after, landing squarly on his ribcage. Sesshoumaru gasped as the force of Naraku's weight
pushed the air from his lungs. However the larger demon refused to wait for his slave to regain his
breath. He quickly straddled the dog demon's chest, pushing his semi-errect dick into his face. Guessing his master's desires, Sesshoumaru gave the apendage an aprehensive lick before engulfing the entire tip in his mouth. Rising onto his elbows for more access, the youkai sucked gently, carressing the kumo's slit with his rough, catlike tongue.
Naraku closed his eyes, momentarilly giving in to the bliss that his toy was providing. "Ahhh, that
feels good. You do have your talents, whore."
Sesshoumaru flinched slightly at the all too familiar pet name, but continued to pleasure Naraku,
encouraged by his master's purrs and sighs. Finally, just as precum began to spill forth, the kumo
pulled free of the inu's mouth. Sess blinked in confusion, wondering why Naraku did not wish for him to
finish pleasuring him. After all, his dick was stiffer than a fence post. Slowly, the sadistic youkai rose to
his feet, looking down at the slave who lay sprawled out before him.
"Now's the fun part."
Dragging the inu to his feet, he pinned him easily against the wall. Leaning in, the kumo pressed
Sesshoumaru's chest harder against the plaster's textured surface. Naraku chuckled darkly as he forced
the other demon's head back, seeking to glimpse the submission in the man's once defiant eyes.
"Do you know, Sesshoumaru, that many creatures mate standing? Well of course you do seeing as how
you're nothing more than a dog. Still, I've often wondered what it would be like to take you while in this
position. I'll bet it's quite fun, for me anyway. Spread your legs!"
Sesshoumaru complied, allowing the kumo better access as he set out to satisfy his morbid curiousity.
Naraku hastily coated his shaft with precum before plunging into the inu's inviting flesh. Still, this
alieveated the smaller youkai's pain little, and he whimpered softly as his master moved in and out. With
each violent thrust, Sesshoumaru was slammed against the wall, pulled back, and slammed down again.
Naraku laughed wildly with every plunge, his teeth bared in a savage grin each time the other demon's
head was dashed against the plaster. Sesshoumaru remained silent, save for several grunts as his frame
was struck especially hard. His body ached with pain, but compared to the morning's episode, it was
nothing. Sesshoumaru was unable to scream because he was unable to ever again feel an agony anwhere close to that which he had suffered under Naraku's claiming bite. That had broken his soul, but it had given him a new level of tolerence as well. There was only one way to elicit the inu's voice into another such heartwrenching cry and the kumo knew it. In mid thrust he bit down on the mark, burying his fangs once again into the delectible flesh of his fuck toy's neck. Once again Sesshoumaru felt the flaming agony that had ripped through him before. It spread through his veins like venom, seeping into every crevice of his beaten spirit and down into the pit of his stomach and bowels.
Finally Naraku released into his victim, fangs still clamped around his victims neck. Sesshoumaru screamed. Though his voice had remained silent hours ago, it raged forth now, bellowing with all the pain, rage, and sorrow that dwelt in his twisted heart. The kumo himself was taken aback at this inhuman wail. It was like the howl of a dog, the roar of a serpent, and the sob of a child all wrapped up in a single moment. Naraku stumbled backwards against the bed, staring in horror at his little pup who now lay crumpled on the floor. Slowly Sesshoumaru turned, meeting the kumo's eyes, which were for once filled with fear.
"..Naraku..."
The kumo snarled, rage swiftly overriding terror as he glared back into the other youkai's slightly delirious gaze. "Master, Sesshoumaru. How many times do I have to beat it into your pitiful mind? YOU ARE TO ADDRESS ME AS MASTER!"
The dillusional light in the inu's eyes faded, quickly replaced by their usual blankness. Sesshoumaru
bowed his head humbly, voice shaking with exhaustion as well as fear.
"Forgive me....Master."
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-TOT