InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Wounds Heal, Scars Remain ❯ Ch13-Blood and Bondage ( Chapter 13 )
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Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.23.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.3K | Visits: 324 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.23.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 4.3K | Visits: 324 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 13- Blood and Bondage
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"Naraku!" The hanyou's voice was as wild as fire and as cruel as steel. He spoke the kumo's name in a
tone so heavy with hatred and rage that the very air about him seemed to turn putrid with fear. "Show
yourself!"
"Well Inuyasha, you've finally caught up with me. Am I correct in assuming that you've come for that bitch
brother of yours."
The dog-eared hanyou replied with a snarl. By now Kouga and Kagura had reached the window through
which he'd entered and stood ready to fight. Miroku and Sango were just in the process of scrambling
over the last bit of shattered glass. Naraku viewed the would be rescuers and let out an amused laugh.
"So this is what you bring to fight me, is it? A crooked cop, two prostitutes, and a highschool student?
One would make the argument that you don't love your brother at all."
Eyes bleeding scarlet, Inuyasha launched himself at the kumo. "Bastard! I'll rip you to pieces" Easily
sidestepping the hanyou's clumsy attack, Naraku morphed into his demon form. The others were forced
on the defense as the eight large tentacles attempted to rip them apart. Inuyasha, who had crashed
through a closet door in his last attack, struggled to his feet. Eyes still bright red, he turned to attack
again.
"Inuyasha wait!"
"What is it, Miroku?" The hanyou's voice had grown deeper. He was fast losing control of his youkai
blood and the human knew it.
"Don't waste your energy on fighting. Let us handle it! Remember the whole purpose of coming here is
to save Kanna and your brother!"
"Find my daughter!" Kagura screamed as she severed one of Naraku's tentacles with some of her fan
magic. "Hurry!"
His ningen side finally winning control, Inuyasha nodded to his friends before taking off down the halls.
Soon the sounds of battle were gone as the hanyou wandered deeper into the house. Where the hell
could the kumo be keeping Sesshoumaru? A sudden scuffling sound broke the apartment's gloomy
quiet. Inuyasha twitched his ears in fustration, sniffing for the creature who had made that sound. "Who's
there?" His demand was met with an ill-muffled squeak. After taking another whiff with his keen nose,
he located the source. Whomever had made that sound was behind the large sliding door to his right.
"IRON REAVER SOUL STEALER!" Without a second thought Inuyasha ripped through the flimsy wood. The
hanyou prepared to attack, but was stopped short. It wasn't guards or mercenaries. It was.....a little girl?
"What the hell!"
Whimpering at the sight of the hanyou's formidable claws and blood-stained eyes Rin tried desperatly to
make herself seem small. "Please go away," she whispered fearfully.
Inuyasha glared at the child, imediatly labeling her as one of Naraku's minions. "Where is he?" he
snarled. "Where does Naraku keep Sesshoumaru?"
Rin's fear suddenly seemed to evaporate. "Do you mean the inu youkai he brought here several days
ago? Have you come to save him?"
"You know where he is then? Tell me!"
Looking around to make sure no one was watching, the girl grabbed his hand and began leading him
down one of the halls. "It's at the end, you'll soon see. Behind a thick door that's very tall. It's Master
Naraku's bedroom." The hanyou's stomach turned queasy as he thought of what the kumo must have
done to his brother in that room. Rin continued to talk excitedly. "I was just going down to see him.
Master got very angry when he realized Kanna was gone. Then when you and your friends showed up
all of us servants fled. I came to check if Sesshoumaru was alright."
"Well is he?"
Rin frowned. "No I don't think so. At least he looked bad the first time I saw him, but that was a while
ago."
Growling to himself, Inuyasha urged the human girl to go faster, all the while hammering her with
questions. "Where is Kanna? You said she was gone. Has anything happened to her?"
"Nope," Rin giggled. "I took her somewhere safe, somewhere Master would never think to look."
"Can you go get her?" They had reached the door, which was locked. "I can deal with Sesshoumaru,
but can you go get Kanna wherever she and make sure she's safe."
Rin's dutiful nod was enough. Without hesitation she skipped off down the corridor, intent on aiding the
strange man with puppy ears. Assured that Kanna would be safe, Inuyasha turned his attention to the
door. The lock was obviously laced with strong magic. He could almost taste the incredible aura radiating
off its surface. Still, beyond the barrier, there was yet another aura. It was faint, but the hanyou could
recognize his brother's scent from a mile away. 'I'm coming Sesshoumaru!' Calling upon all the strength
of his youkai blood, Inuyasha slashed at the wood for all he was worth. Red sparks mixed with blood from
the hanyou's battered hands flew everywhere as he continued to attack the barrier between himself
and the bullion-eyed youkai. Inuyasha continued to demolish the door, ignoring the splinters embedded in his skin. All he could focus on was Sesshoumaru's aura just beyond his reach. The magic inside the door screamed with rage, whispering wordless curses as it tried to deflect the hanyou's wrath. However love is stronger than resentment. With a final shriek the spell was broken. Inuyasha had destroyed the barrier.
"Sesshoumaru.." The youkai sat on the bed, curled up like an ill-treated alley cat. His eyes grew wide at
the sight of Inuyasha, but he didn't answer. The hanyou said no more. He simply stared, taking in all
the damage the kumo had inflicted upon his beloved brother. Sesshoumaru's scantily clad body was
barely recognizable. Flawless skin was now pocked and marred with countless abraisons, and his once
luminous hair hung lank and lifeless. Both skin and hair were saturated with sweat, blood, other other
even less wholesome liquids. Most of all though, it was the smell that sent Inuyasha mad. The youkai
reaked absolutely REAKED of Naraku. He could detect the kumo's essence all over Sesshoumaru. From
the cum that stuck in his hair to the saliva coating his lips and chest, Naraku's musk completely
covered the inu's emaciated body. Despite himself, Inuyasha felt an emotion akin to anger for his elder
brother. How could Sesshoumaru let the kumo do this? After all they'd been through together, didn't
he love Inuyasha? Shouldn't this love be strong enough to keep him from giving in to Naraku?
"Magnificant, isn't he?"
The hanyou spun around but was too late. Before he could make a move, Naraku forced him to the floor.
Inuyasha yelled out in agony as something heavy colided with his back. He could taste his own blood as
the kumo struck him again. He continued to fight, but was finally subdued when ropes encircled his
wrists. With a cruel laugh, Naraku jerked the hanyou into a sitting position, making sure to gag him as
he tied him to a chair in the corner of the room. The ropes were enchanted with spells similar to that
covering the door. Unable to move or speak, Inuyasha simply glared daggers at his sadistic captor.
"It seems you have come at just the right moment, Inuyasha. After all there is much I wish to show you."
Inuyasha struggled against his bonds, but was merely rewarded with a horrid burning sensation in his
arms as the rope's spell kept him bound. Naraku could clearly see the worry in his captive's eyes. "Don't
worry," the kumo mewled. "Your little friends are still alive. I locked them in the cellar. They are in bad
shape it's true, but nothing that can't heal. Besides I have more pressing matters. Sesshoumaru here
has been very naughty. I was just in the process of punishing him when you so rudely interupted." For
the first time the hanyou noticed the fresh wounds on his brother's neck where the skin had been
rubbed away like slivers of wood. Eyes dialating in agitation, Inuyasha again struggled with his bonds.
Seeing that the hanyou had taken the bait, Naraku turned his attention to Sesshoumaru.
"On the floor, slave." With a slight nod the youkai slid off the satin sheets. He landed in a heap at his
master's feet. "Now," Naraku purred. "You remember the night at the club, the day before I brought you
here, what a pleasurable experience we had." Sesshoumaru responded with a noise somewhere
between a whimper and a sob. "Well," Naraku went on, " I believe it would be quite fun to give this
hanyou a repeat preformance. Now be a good dog and open that hot little mouth of yours." Inuyasha
watched in horror as the kumo stripped off his pants and positioned his engorged penis at his brother's
parted lips. Sesshoumaru was forced to open his mouth wider as all of Naraku's length was shoved into
him. He throated the whole thing, eliciting a drawn out moan from the kumo as his entire organ
was encased in the tight passage of his pet's esophagus. Naraku jerked viciously at the inu's hair as he
began to thrust in and out. Sesshoumaru, seemingly oblivious to the pain, concentrated on keeping
his master happy and breathing when he could.
"You see," the kumo murmered to Inuyasha between thrusts," Sesshoumaru....is...quite suited...to his
place." He cried out huskily as the inu began to gently nibble at the base of his shaft. "Ahh, he's...
quite talented...No wonder...you didn't want....to let him go." Sesshoumaru seemed to have heard this,
for he let out a muffled but very anguished whine. Inuyasha's vision began to mist up as he watched the
unbearable scene before him. Was that why his brother had allowed Naraku to take him? Because he
thought Inuyasha didn't really love him? 'NO! THAT'S NOT TRUE!' he silently screamed. 'I DO LOVE YOU
SESSHOUMARU!' He felt tears building up behind his eyes. Try as he might they would not dissapate.
Seeing the hanyou crying seemed to send Naraku over the edge. The kumo's hips gave a final buck
as he ejaculated into his slave's mouth. Inuyasha let out a fustrated sob, watching with macabre
fascination the way the skin on his brother's throat expanded slightly every time Naraku's penis gave a
particularly violent twitch. Semen dripped down Sesshoumaru's chin. Naraku, petty as he was, found this
exceedingly rude.
"Drink it slut! Don't you dare let that shit get all over the floor!" Hastily the youkai began to gulp down
the cum. However it proved difficult to swallow around the kumo's dick, which was still jammed down his
throat, and the inu choked several times before Naraku was satisfied. "There now," he purred.
"That wasn't so bad was it?"
"No Master."
The sound of Sesshoumaru's voice was sickening. It was the same calm, smooth tone he had always
used, but the youkai's character, his terrible coldness, reluctant compassion, and unbreakable pride
were gone. The poor cowering creature that had replaced him was NOT Sesshoumaru. Inuyasha tried to
call out, but the gag and his own tears cut the words short. Not that it mattered. There was simply
no language capable of expressing the hanyou's sorrow. Naraku pulled out of the youkai's mouth and lay
back on the bed, watching smugly as bitter tears poured down Inuyasha's cheeks.
"Don't look so sad, mutt. After all this, did you really think it could have ended any other way?" Inuyasha
let out a mournful sob. 'Yes!' he wanted to yell. 'It COULD have been different. We were digging our way
out of that hell! If YOU hadn't come along it would have gotten better!' Naraku idly stroked the sheets
as his captive lunged against the ropes, which had now burned deep gouges into his chest and arms.
The kumo smirked at this. "I see you are eager for blood Inuyasha, but that will come later. I have some
things to show you before you die." Getting up, he walked over to a little side door which obviously led
to somewhere else in the expansive penthouse. There was a scuffling sound, and Naraku emerged
cradling a small bundle in his arms. At first the hanyou didn't know what it was, but then his eyes grew
wide. It was a little girl, and not just any girl either. It was Rin, the servent child who had helped him
earlier. She was obviously unconscious, and her face was covered with blood.
"Earlier this evening, a demon girl I was keeping disappeared from her quarters. I was quite at a loss as
to where she could be until just minutes ago." Naraku patted Rin's head in mock affection as he spoke.
"You see," he continued, "after I had beaten and detained your friends, I saw a most curious sight. This
girl, one of MY servants, was running towards the fire exit with the same youkai child in toe. Well you'll
imagine my surprise upon seeing this. It was only after I'd knocked them both out that I realized this human girl must be working with you. I decided to bring her here. I have some information on this seemingly unimportant child that you would find most interesting." Setting the child almost gently on the bed, he walked over and loosened Inuyasha's gag. "But first I have some questions for you."
"BURN IN HELL NARAKU!"
With an exasperated sigh the kumo smacked his captive across the face, leaving four long welts on his
cheek. "Manners, Inuyasha. You're just like your brother. Now answer me. Have you ever heard of the
Spell of Bondage?"
"The Spell of Bondage! What kind of phony street magic bullshit is that?"
Naraku shook his head. "Halfbreed, you are even more uncultured than I thought. The Spell of Bondage
is one of the oldest and most powerful magicks in existance. It is a ritual that bonds mates to one another. Since the days of the Sengoku-Jidai powerful ningen and youkai alike have used this spell as a sort of claiming mark over their mates. Its effects are both irreversible and permanent."
Inuyasha growled uneasily. "Whats your point?"
"My point is, Inuyasha, that your attempts to save Sesshoumaru are in vain. He has already consented to
my use of the Spell of Bondage. This means that not only your brother's body, buy his soul as well
belongs to me."
The hanyou laughed, his body jerking violently with each fit of giggles. "Baka! Do you seriously think I'm
gonna believe that load of fucking crap?"
Naraku's eyes narrowed dangerously. "You will pay for your stupidity in blood later on, little hanyou. First
I will prove to you that he is mine!" Pulling Sesshoumaru up by the hair, the kumo exposed the nape of
his slave's neck. Inuyasha gasped when he saw Naraku's claiming bite. The wound was deep and though
it appeared to be several days old, blood still oozed out thickly. It was only when he'd seen this mark that the hanyou began to realize what Naraku ment. The hanyou knew next to nothing about ancient
spells, but he was aware that ones done with blood were the strongest. If Naraku had somehow
managed to put Sesshoumaru under such magic, it would be impossible to save him.
"You fucking bastard! He would never let you do something like that!" Naraku simply shook his head.
"You still refuse to believe me, Inuyasha. Allow me to give you a demonstration." Turning away from the
hanyou, Naraku fixed his gaze on Sesshoumaru. "Now my lovely, I am your owner. You will do whatever
I ask. Is that correct?"
"Hai...Master."
"Good dog. Now to show our guest how deep your loyalty lies. I want you to take those pretty claws of
yours and.... decorate yourself a bit."
Sesshoumaru frowned, slightly confused by the kumo's choice of words, but after a moment
he understood. Without hesitation the inu burried his talons into the flesh of his other
shoulder. There was a nasty squelching sound as he pulled down, bringing all five claws through the
muscle and sinew of his arm. The youkai's face contorted slightly, but through the agony he continued
to shred the quivering flesh.
"SESSHOUMARU STOP!" Inuyasha couldn't take it. Seeing his brother mutilate his own body was too much. With a scream of rage the ropes were broken. The hanyou lept forward, ignoring the kumo as he dashed to his older brother. The force of his charge knocked Sesshoumaru backwards. The youkai allowed his blood-stained claws to relax and stared at the hanyou before him. He knew who this was, but
for some reason it didn't seem to matter. The happiness of his master was the only thing that held any
importance.
Inuyasha searched his brother's gaze, striving desperately to find some shred of Sesshoumaru in those
endless, golden depths. "Please," he whispered. "Please come back to me. I can't keep living without
you, Sess." His voice was so small, so sorrowful and pathetic that even their father's stony heart would
have broken, but Naraku simply laughed.
"Fool! Don't you understand? He is dead to you! He cannot love you! Sesshoumaru is MINE!" With the
quickness of a snake, the kumo lunged forward, throwing Inuyasha into the wall. "You are not even worthy of TOUCHING my prize!" Sesshoumaru watched his master attack the hanyou. None of this made sense. He knew they were fighting over him, but why? Hadn't Naraku made it clear that he was far to low to be anything more than a sex toy to anyone, even his own brother? Hadn't he said that the claiming spell would keep everyone but Naraku from having him, would hide away his nasty memories and uncertainty so that he would never hurt again? Then why did he recognize that face? Why did he care that Inuyasha was fighting for him? Naraku had promised to end all the pain, but seeing the sadness in the hanyou's eyes made him hurt, didn't it?
Inuyasha couldn't move. The force of Naraku's body kept him pinned to the floor. He bit his tongue, trying not to cry out as the kumo's weight crushed down upon his still injured back.
"Painful, isn't it." Naraku bent down to the hanyou's ear, his husky voice penetrating the dissoriented
man's mind like the fang of a viper. "Neither you nor your brother is a stranger of pain. However I
am quite sure I know how to make you suffer." Grabbing the back of his neck, the kumo forced Inuyasha
to look in the direction of Sesshoumaru and Rin. "You see that girl," he muttered. "Do you wonder why
I even bother keeping her at all?"
"Why...should I...care?"
"Because my dear Inuyasha, little Rin has an interesting connection to the two of you. You see she just
isn't any ordinary girl. Her father was none other than the illustrious Bunshin Musou."
"WHAT!" Inuyasha couldn't believe it. There was simply no way that Rin could be the daughter of the very
man who had originally condemned Sesshoumaru and himself to prostitution. It was too coincidental.
"That's bullshit Naraku!"
Naraku's amusement was written all too clearly on his face. "I'm afraid not, little hanyou. You see, after
Musou died this child, born at the very same seaside whore house where you once worked, was left an orphan."
"How do you even know about Musou?" Inuyasha spat.
Naraku's burgundy eyes gleamed. "Ah, that is a good question with quite a simple answer. You see,
Musou was my brother."
"Your what?"
"My brother, Inuyasha. Even I have some morals. When he died I took in the child, not knowing how much trouble she'd cause me of course. Anyway, before Musou was killed, he told me of two angelic little creatures that he'd stumbled upon. He said they were brothers, and that he had never had such a perfect pair. I was especially intrigued by what he told me of the older one. Of the boy's defiance, his strength, and most of all his beauty. In fact the very same night that Kouga's team raided Musou's brothel was the night I had finally decided to come take a look for myself. You can imagine my disappointment on arriving. Not only was my brother dead, but the two of you were nowhere to be found. That is until the night several weeks ago when I first saw Sesshoumaru. I must say, Musou never spoke a truer word. Sesshoumaru is beyond beautiful."
Inuyasha had nothing to say. This was all too much. Every word the kumo uttered reverberated off his brain, echoing back and forth in an endless taunt. He stared at Rin. She looked so peaceful and.....human?
"I must admit Naraku, you're quite a storyteller. There's just one flaw."
"And what might that be?"
Inuyasha grinned despite himself. "You're a spider youkai, Naraku. Musou was a ningen."
Naraku tugged playfully at one of the hanyou's ears. " I must admit, you're more intelligent than I
originally percieved. Yes it's true that I, unlike my brother, am a youkai. This was not always so. In my
youth, I was quite a rogue. One day I stole a large sum of money from one of those old palm reading
hags that roam the markets. How was I too know that she did in fact possess some spiritual power?
Anyway, the witch cursed me, causing a great illness to ravage my body. When I was near death she took
pity on me, and cured my sickness with a strange stone known as the Shikon no Tama. The stone saved my life, but it made me demon as well. Stupid wench! The second I was strong enough I ripped her
limb from limb!"
Inuyasha had heard of the Shikon no Tama. His mother had told him of it once when he was very young.
It was said to be a jewel that was created from the souls of a youkai and powerful miko who were trapped
inside, forced to battle for all eternity. It could grant any wish, but because the Shikon Jewel was created from hatred and regret, something bad always came of those who used it.
"So, the Shikon no Tama made you a demon."
"That is correct Inuyasha. But enough of this. The real fun is just beginning, and you have a front row
seat." Using his free hand, Naraku beckoned to Sesshoumaru. "Come here slave, and bring that girl
with you." The youkai obeyed, scooping up the still unconscious Rin off the bed as he came. He set her
down before Naraku and drew back, unsure of what to do next.
"What are you waiting for?" Naraku snorted. "Kill her already!"
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"Naraku!" The hanyou's voice was as wild as fire and as cruel as steel. He spoke the kumo's name in a
tone so heavy with hatred and rage that the very air about him seemed to turn putrid with fear. "Show
yourself!"
"Well Inuyasha, you've finally caught up with me. Am I correct in assuming that you've come for that bitch
brother of yours."
The dog-eared hanyou replied with a snarl. By now Kouga and Kagura had reached the window through
which he'd entered and stood ready to fight. Miroku and Sango were just in the process of scrambling
over the last bit of shattered glass. Naraku viewed the would be rescuers and let out an amused laugh.
"So this is what you bring to fight me, is it? A crooked cop, two prostitutes, and a highschool student?
One would make the argument that you don't love your brother at all."
Eyes bleeding scarlet, Inuyasha launched himself at the kumo. "Bastard! I'll rip you to pieces" Easily
sidestepping the hanyou's clumsy attack, Naraku morphed into his demon form. The others were forced
on the defense as the eight large tentacles attempted to rip them apart. Inuyasha, who had crashed
through a closet door in his last attack, struggled to his feet. Eyes still bright red, he turned to attack
again.
"Inuyasha wait!"
"What is it, Miroku?" The hanyou's voice had grown deeper. He was fast losing control of his youkai
blood and the human knew it.
"Don't waste your energy on fighting. Let us handle it! Remember the whole purpose of coming here is
to save Kanna and your brother!"
"Find my daughter!" Kagura screamed as she severed one of Naraku's tentacles with some of her fan
magic. "Hurry!"
His ningen side finally winning control, Inuyasha nodded to his friends before taking off down the halls.
Soon the sounds of battle were gone as the hanyou wandered deeper into the house. Where the hell
could the kumo be keeping Sesshoumaru? A sudden scuffling sound broke the apartment's gloomy
quiet. Inuyasha twitched his ears in fustration, sniffing for the creature who had made that sound. "Who's
there?" His demand was met with an ill-muffled squeak. After taking another whiff with his keen nose,
he located the source. Whomever had made that sound was behind the large sliding door to his right.
"IRON REAVER SOUL STEALER!" Without a second thought Inuyasha ripped through the flimsy wood. The
hanyou prepared to attack, but was stopped short. It wasn't guards or mercenaries. It was.....a little girl?
"What the hell!"
Whimpering at the sight of the hanyou's formidable claws and blood-stained eyes Rin tried desperatly to
make herself seem small. "Please go away," she whispered fearfully.
Inuyasha glared at the child, imediatly labeling her as one of Naraku's minions. "Where is he?" he
snarled. "Where does Naraku keep Sesshoumaru?"
Rin's fear suddenly seemed to evaporate. "Do you mean the inu youkai he brought here several days
ago? Have you come to save him?"
"You know where he is then? Tell me!"
Looking around to make sure no one was watching, the girl grabbed his hand and began leading him
down one of the halls. "It's at the end, you'll soon see. Behind a thick door that's very tall. It's Master
Naraku's bedroom." The hanyou's stomach turned queasy as he thought of what the kumo must have
done to his brother in that room. Rin continued to talk excitedly. "I was just going down to see him.
Master got very angry when he realized Kanna was gone. Then when you and your friends showed up
all of us servants fled. I came to check if Sesshoumaru was alright."
"Well is he?"
Rin frowned. "No I don't think so. At least he looked bad the first time I saw him, but that was a while
ago."
Growling to himself, Inuyasha urged the human girl to go faster, all the while hammering her with
questions. "Where is Kanna? You said she was gone. Has anything happened to her?"
"Nope," Rin giggled. "I took her somewhere safe, somewhere Master would never think to look."
"Can you go get her?" They had reached the door, which was locked. "I can deal with Sesshoumaru,
but can you go get Kanna wherever she and make sure she's safe."
Rin's dutiful nod was enough. Without hesitation she skipped off down the corridor, intent on aiding the
strange man with puppy ears. Assured that Kanna would be safe, Inuyasha turned his attention to the
door. The lock was obviously laced with strong magic. He could almost taste the incredible aura radiating
off its surface. Still, beyond the barrier, there was yet another aura. It was faint, but the hanyou could
recognize his brother's scent from a mile away. 'I'm coming Sesshoumaru!' Calling upon all the strength
of his youkai blood, Inuyasha slashed at the wood for all he was worth. Red sparks mixed with blood from
the hanyou's battered hands flew everywhere as he continued to attack the barrier between himself
and the bullion-eyed youkai. Inuyasha continued to demolish the door, ignoring the splinters embedded in his skin. All he could focus on was Sesshoumaru's aura just beyond his reach. The magic inside the door screamed with rage, whispering wordless curses as it tried to deflect the hanyou's wrath. However love is stronger than resentment. With a final shriek the spell was broken. Inuyasha had destroyed the barrier.
"Sesshoumaru.." The youkai sat on the bed, curled up like an ill-treated alley cat. His eyes grew wide at
the sight of Inuyasha, but he didn't answer. The hanyou said no more. He simply stared, taking in all
the damage the kumo had inflicted upon his beloved brother. Sesshoumaru's scantily clad body was
barely recognizable. Flawless skin was now pocked and marred with countless abraisons, and his once
luminous hair hung lank and lifeless. Both skin and hair were saturated with sweat, blood, other other
even less wholesome liquids. Most of all though, it was the smell that sent Inuyasha mad. The youkai
reaked absolutely REAKED of Naraku. He could detect the kumo's essence all over Sesshoumaru. From
the cum that stuck in his hair to the saliva coating his lips and chest, Naraku's musk completely
covered the inu's emaciated body. Despite himself, Inuyasha felt an emotion akin to anger for his elder
brother. How could Sesshoumaru let the kumo do this? After all they'd been through together, didn't
he love Inuyasha? Shouldn't this love be strong enough to keep him from giving in to Naraku?
"Magnificant, isn't he?"
The hanyou spun around but was too late. Before he could make a move, Naraku forced him to the floor.
Inuyasha yelled out in agony as something heavy colided with his back. He could taste his own blood as
the kumo struck him again. He continued to fight, but was finally subdued when ropes encircled his
wrists. With a cruel laugh, Naraku jerked the hanyou into a sitting position, making sure to gag him as
he tied him to a chair in the corner of the room. The ropes were enchanted with spells similar to that
covering the door. Unable to move or speak, Inuyasha simply glared daggers at his sadistic captor.
"It seems you have come at just the right moment, Inuyasha. After all there is much I wish to show you."
Inuyasha struggled against his bonds, but was merely rewarded with a horrid burning sensation in his
arms as the rope's spell kept him bound. Naraku could clearly see the worry in his captive's eyes. "Don't
worry," the kumo mewled. "Your little friends are still alive. I locked them in the cellar. They are in bad
shape it's true, but nothing that can't heal. Besides I have more pressing matters. Sesshoumaru here
has been very naughty. I was just in the process of punishing him when you so rudely interupted." For
the first time the hanyou noticed the fresh wounds on his brother's neck where the skin had been
rubbed away like slivers of wood. Eyes dialating in agitation, Inuyasha again struggled with his bonds.
Seeing that the hanyou had taken the bait, Naraku turned his attention to Sesshoumaru.
"On the floor, slave." With a slight nod the youkai slid off the satin sheets. He landed in a heap at his
master's feet. "Now," Naraku purred. "You remember the night at the club, the day before I brought you
here, what a pleasurable experience we had." Sesshoumaru responded with a noise somewhere
between a whimper and a sob. "Well," Naraku went on, " I believe it would be quite fun to give this
hanyou a repeat preformance. Now be a good dog and open that hot little mouth of yours." Inuyasha
watched in horror as the kumo stripped off his pants and positioned his engorged penis at his brother's
parted lips. Sesshoumaru was forced to open his mouth wider as all of Naraku's length was shoved into
him. He throated the whole thing, eliciting a drawn out moan from the kumo as his entire organ
was encased in the tight passage of his pet's esophagus. Naraku jerked viciously at the inu's hair as he
began to thrust in and out. Sesshoumaru, seemingly oblivious to the pain, concentrated on keeping
his master happy and breathing when he could.
"You see," the kumo murmered to Inuyasha between thrusts," Sesshoumaru....is...quite suited...to his
place." He cried out huskily as the inu began to gently nibble at the base of his shaft. "Ahh, he's...
quite talented...No wonder...you didn't want....to let him go." Sesshoumaru seemed to have heard this,
for he let out a muffled but very anguished whine. Inuyasha's vision began to mist up as he watched the
unbearable scene before him. Was that why his brother had allowed Naraku to take him? Because he
thought Inuyasha didn't really love him? 'NO! THAT'S NOT TRUE!' he silently screamed. 'I DO LOVE YOU
SESSHOUMARU!' He felt tears building up behind his eyes. Try as he might they would not dissapate.
Seeing the hanyou crying seemed to send Naraku over the edge. The kumo's hips gave a final buck
as he ejaculated into his slave's mouth. Inuyasha let out a fustrated sob, watching with macabre
fascination the way the skin on his brother's throat expanded slightly every time Naraku's penis gave a
particularly violent twitch. Semen dripped down Sesshoumaru's chin. Naraku, petty as he was, found this
exceedingly rude.
"Drink it slut! Don't you dare let that shit get all over the floor!" Hastily the youkai began to gulp down
the cum. However it proved difficult to swallow around the kumo's dick, which was still jammed down his
throat, and the inu choked several times before Naraku was satisfied. "There now," he purred.
"That wasn't so bad was it?"
"No Master."
The sound of Sesshoumaru's voice was sickening. It was the same calm, smooth tone he had always
used, but the youkai's character, his terrible coldness, reluctant compassion, and unbreakable pride
were gone. The poor cowering creature that had replaced him was NOT Sesshoumaru. Inuyasha tried to
call out, but the gag and his own tears cut the words short. Not that it mattered. There was simply
no language capable of expressing the hanyou's sorrow. Naraku pulled out of the youkai's mouth and lay
back on the bed, watching smugly as bitter tears poured down Inuyasha's cheeks.
"Don't look so sad, mutt. After all this, did you really think it could have ended any other way?" Inuyasha
let out a mournful sob. 'Yes!' he wanted to yell. 'It COULD have been different. We were digging our way
out of that hell! If YOU hadn't come along it would have gotten better!' Naraku idly stroked the sheets
as his captive lunged against the ropes, which had now burned deep gouges into his chest and arms.
The kumo smirked at this. "I see you are eager for blood Inuyasha, but that will come later. I have some
things to show you before you die." Getting up, he walked over to a little side door which obviously led
to somewhere else in the expansive penthouse. There was a scuffling sound, and Naraku emerged
cradling a small bundle in his arms. At first the hanyou didn't know what it was, but then his eyes grew
wide. It was a little girl, and not just any girl either. It was Rin, the servent child who had helped him
earlier. She was obviously unconscious, and her face was covered with blood.
"Earlier this evening, a demon girl I was keeping disappeared from her quarters. I was quite at a loss as
to where she could be until just minutes ago." Naraku patted Rin's head in mock affection as he spoke.
"You see," he continued, "after I had beaten and detained your friends, I saw a most curious sight. This
girl, one of MY servants, was running towards the fire exit with the same youkai child in toe. Well you'll
imagine my surprise upon seeing this. It was only after I'd knocked them both out that I realized this human girl must be working with you. I decided to bring her here. I have some information on this seemingly unimportant child that you would find most interesting." Setting the child almost gently on the bed, he walked over and loosened Inuyasha's gag. "But first I have some questions for you."
"BURN IN HELL NARAKU!"
With an exasperated sigh the kumo smacked his captive across the face, leaving four long welts on his
cheek. "Manners, Inuyasha. You're just like your brother. Now answer me. Have you ever heard of the
Spell of Bondage?"
"The Spell of Bondage! What kind of phony street magic bullshit is that?"
Naraku shook his head. "Halfbreed, you are even more uncultured than I thought. The Spell of Bondage
is one of the oldest and most powerful magicks in existance. It is a ritual that bonds mates to one another. Since the days of the Sengoku-Jidai powerful ningen and youkai alike have used this spell as a sort of claiming mark over their mates. Its effects are both irreversible and permanent."
Inuyasha growled uneasily. "Whats your point?"
"My point is, Inuyasha, that your attempts to save Sesshoumaru are in vain. He has already consented to
my use of the Spell of Bondage. This means that not only your brother's body, buy his soul as well
belongs to me."
The hanyou laughed, his body jerking violently with each fit of giggles. "Baka! Do you seriously think I'm
gonna believe that load of fucking crap?"
Naraku's eyes narrowed dangerously. "You will pay for your stupidity in blood later on, little hanyou. First
I will prove to you that he is mine!" Pulling Sesshoumaru up by the hair, the kumo exposed the nape of
his slave's neck. Inuyasha gasped when he saw Naraku's claiming bite. The wound was deep and though
it appeared to be several days old, blood still oozed out thickly. It was only when he'd seen this mark that the hanyou began to realize what Naraku ment. The hanyou knew next to nothing about ancient
spells, but he was aware that ones done with blood were the strongest. If Naraku had somehow
managed to put Sesshoumaru under such magic, it would be impossible to save him.
"You fucking bastard! He would never let you do something like that!" Naraku simply shook his head.
"You still refuse to believe me, Inuyasha. Allow me to give you a demonstration." Turning away from the
hanyou, Naraku fixed his gaze on Sesshoumaru. "Now my lovely, I am your owner. You will do whatever
I ask. Is that correct?"
"Hai...Master."
"Good dog. Now to show our guest how deep your loyalty lies. I want you to take those pretty claws of
yours and.... decorate yourself a bit."
Sesshoumaru frowned, slightly confused by the kumo's choice of words, but after a moment
he understood. Without hesitation the inu burried his talons into the flesh of his other
shoulder. There was a nasty squelching sound as he pulled down, bringing all five claws through the
muscle and sinew of his arm. The youkai's face contorted slightly, but through the agony he continued
to shred the quivering flesh.
"SESSHOUMARU STOP!" Inuyasha couldn't take it. Seeing his brother mutilate his own body was too much. With a scream of rage the ropes were broken. The hanyou lept forward, ignoring the kumo as he dashed to his older brother. The force of his charge knocked Sesshoumaru backwards. The youkai allowed his blood-stained claws to relax and stared at the hanyou before him. He knew who this was, but
for some reason it didn't seem to matter. The happiness of his master was the only thing that held any
importance.
Inuyasha searched his brother's gaze, striving desperately to find some shred of Sesshoumaru in those
endless, golden depths. "Please," he whispered. "Please come back to me. I can't keep living without
you, Sess." His voice was so small, so sorrowful and pathetic that even their father's stony heart would
have broken, but Naraku simply laughed.
"Fool! Don't you understand? He is dead to you! He cannot love you! Sesshoumaru is MINE!" With the
quickness of a snake, the kumo lunged forward, throwing Inuyasha into the wall. "You are not even worthy of TOUCHING my prize!" Sesshoumaru watched his master attack the hanyou. None of this made sense. He knew they were fighting over him, but why? Hadn't Naraku made it clear that he was far to low to be anything more than a sex toy to anyone, even his own brother? Hadn't he said that the claiming spell would keep everyone but Naraku from having him, would hide away his nasty memories and uncertainty so that he would never hurt again? Then why did he recognize that face? Why did he care that Inuyasha was fighting for him? Naraku had promised to end all the pain, but seeing the sadness in the hanyou's eyes made him hurt, didn't it?
Inuyasha couldn't move. The force of Naraku's body kept him pinned to the floor. He bit his tongue, trying not to cry out as the kumo's weight crushed down upon his still injured back.
"Painful, isn't it." Naraku bent down to the hanyou's ear, his husky voice penetrating the dissoriented
man's mind like the fang of a viper. "Neither you nor your brother is a stranger of pain. However I
am quite sure I know how to make you suffer." Grabbing the back of his neck, the kumo forced Inuyasha
to look in the direction of Sesshoumaru and Rin. "You see that girl," he muttered. "Do you wonder why
I even bother keeping her at all?"
"Why...should I...care?"
"Because my dear Inuyasha, little Rin has an interesting connection to the two of you. You see she just
isn't any ordinary girl. Her father was none other than the illustrious Bunshin Musou."
"WHAT!" Inuyasha couldn't believe it. There was simply no way that Rin could be the daughter of the very
man who had originally condemned Sesshoumaru and himself to prostitution. It was too coincidental.
"That's bullshit Naraku!"
Naraku's amusement was written all too clearly on his face. "I'm afraid not, little hanyou. You see, after
Musou died this child, born at the very same seaside whore house where you once worked, was left an orphan."
"How do you even know about Musou?" Inuyasha spat.
Naraku's burgundy eyes gleamed. "Ah, that is a good question with quite a simple answer. You see,
Musou was my brother."
"Your what?"
"My brother, Inuyasha. Even I have some morals. When he died I took in the child, not knowing how much trouble she'd cause me of course. Anyway, before Musou was killed, he told me of two angelic little creatures that he'd stumbled upon. He said they were brothers, and that he had never had such a perfect pair. I was especially intrigued by what he told me of the older one. Of the boy's defiance, his strength, and most of all his beauty. In fact the very same night that Kouga's team raided Musou's brothel was the night I had finally decided to come take a look for myself. You can imagine my disappointment on arriving. Not only was my brother dead, but the two of you were nowhere to be found. That is until the night several weeks ago when I first saw Sesshoumaru. I must say, Musou never spoke a truer word. Sesshoumaru is beyond beautiful."
Inuyasha had nothing to say. This was all too much. Every word the kumo uttered reverberated off his brain, echoing back and forth in an endless taunt. He stared at Rin. She looked so peaceful and.....human?
"I must admit Naraku, you're quite a storyteller. There's just one flaw."
"And what might that be?"
Inuyasha grinned despite himself. "You're a spider youkai, Naraku. Musou was a ningen."
Naraku tugged playfully at one of the hanyou's ears. " I must admit, you're more intelligent than I
originally percieved. Yes it's true that I, unlike my brother, am a youkai. This was not always so. In my
youth, I was quite a rogue. One day I stole a large sum of money from one of those old palm reading
hags that roam the markets. How was I too know that she did in fact possess some spiritual power?
Anyway, the witch cursed me, causing a great illness to ravage my body. When I was near death she took
pity on me, and cured my sickness with a strange stone known as the Shikon no Tama. The stone saved my life, but it made me demon as well. Stupid wench! The second I was strong enough I ripped her
limb from limb!"
Inuyasha had heard of the Shikon no Tama. His mother had told him of it once when he was very young.
It was said to be a jewel that was created from the souls of a youkai and powerful miko who were trapped
inside, forced to battle for all eternity. It could grant any wish, but because the Shikon Jewel was created from hatred and regret, something bad always came of those who used it.
"So, the Shikon no Tama made you a demon."
"That is correct Inuyasha. But enough of this. The real fun is just beginning, and you have a front row
seat." Using his free hand, Naraku beckoned to Sesshoumaru. "Come here slave, and bring that girl
with you." The youkai obeyed, scooping up the still unconscious Rin off the bed as he came. He set her
down before Naraku and drew back, unsure of what to do next.
"What are you waiting for?" Naraku snorted. "Kill her already!"
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