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Bamboo Encounter	By : neffinesse Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > Sessh?maru/Naraku > Sessh?maru/Naraku Views: 6474 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Bamboo Encounter
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Edited 2. October to add: Inuyasha, its characters and storylines belong to Rumiko Takahashi. This fan-story was written in appreciation, and I make no money from its existance.
In clear proof that flattery works wonders, I was actually convinced to write this. More dirty sex! Yay! And yeah, Naraku alludes to Sess/Inuyasha, but that is purely to piss Sesshomaru off. I do not - *twitch* - go for that pairing. Yaoi-instincts in spite, I'm firmly Inuyasha/Kagome. So there. Besides, Sesshomaru/Naraku forevah!
Bamboo Encounter

or; The Spider and the Dog Two: Electric Boogaloo
The wind rattled the bamboo, drowning out all other sounds for a moment of rattling white noise. Sesshomaru lifted his head, eyes like gold in winter, staring into the speckled canopy of oblong leaves. "Jaken."
The kappa blinked up at his revered master. "Yes, lord Sesshomaru?"
"Stay here with Rin."
"But lord Sesshomaru--" protested Jaken before the youkai faded away in the dusky shadows. Jaken sighed, clutching the Two-Headed Staff. "And there he goes again..." He turned his attention to keeping Rin from straying.
Sesshomaru heard him - of course he heard; was he not the son of Inu no Taisho? Was he not a legend in his own right? How could he not have heard? - but ignored it in favour of drifting through the moist shades and dense sprouting of leaves. He walked for some time, secure in the knowledge that Jaken would stay where he was, and unshakable in the faith that he could handle whatever he found.
He reached an area where, somehow, the shadows seemed darker, and here and there was a sprout newly withered. Plumes of fog shimmered vaguely purple in the sunlight.
Sesshomaru smiled. "I know you're there."
There was a pause, and then a voice responded, "Why does everyone do that?"
Sesshomaru turned to the white spectre and raised an eyebrow. "Perhaps because you stalk them as well?"
"Mm," said Naraku, "I tend to hide it better."
"You wanted to be found?"
"Maybe."
"Don't be temerarious, spider."
They faced each other silently in the gloom. In the shelter of his baboon cloak, Naraku thought, Don't be what?
"Is there something you wanted?" said Sesshomaru.
"Maybe I'm just passing through. I too have places to go."
"I doubt it."
"Oh?" said Naraku, tilting his head. "What do you suppose, then?"
"Since you came here in person, instead of sending a puppet--"
"Oh, you noticed. I'm flattered."
Sesshomaru continued, unaffected, "--I can only imagine two reasons."
"Mm?"
"You either came to kill me, and knowing my strength, you wisely - and dumbly - decided to take care of it yourself."
"And the other reason?"
Sesshomaru leered, and Naraku's mind shut down for a second at the pure shock of it. "You want a repeat performance."
Naraku did not sputter. Spider demons hell-bent on destroying the world do not sputter. But he did make a damn good imitation.
Sesshomaru laughed his cold little laugh, and drifted closer, snagging the sleeve of the pelt. "I thought so."
"Maybe so," Naraku managed, and threw back his hood. "You are, after all, a fascinating creature."
Sesshomaru looked at him flatly.
"The pure power you exude; I thought it merely a tool before you showed me otherwise."
"Naraku," said Sesshomaru. "I'm going to kill you if you keep doing that."
"Hm." Naraku turned away sharply and let the pelt drop to the forest-floor. "Very well. But I was impressed."
"I'm sure," said Sesshomaru flatly, then abruptly yanked Naraku close and purred. "Can you even sit down yet?"
Naraku twitched, hands tightening in fists. Just get him going, and he'll be under my control. This is all part of the plan. "Of course."
Sesshomaru grunted and let him go, poking a foot curiously at the baboon pelt on the ground.
"It's not going to eat you."
"That's not it."
"Oh?"
"No. I was wondering how bruised you'd be after being fucked into the ground, with only that as a mattress."
Naraku hoped to hell that he did not look as dumbfounded as he felt. "Eh?" How does he keep surprising me? I must regain control! My pride demands it!
"You heard me."
Naraku chuckled. "You really are far more vulgar than one would think."
"Hn." Sesshomaru grabbed his chin and kissed him harshly.
Naraku very quickly squashed the happy little cry echoing up from his baser instincts and returned the kiss. The wind blew away the traces of his miasma, and he drew back at the change of air.
"Naraku. Your attention on me." It was a cold command.
"I'm taller than you," Naraku said cheerily, enjoying the way Sesshomaru's eyes narrowed in irritation.
"Your point?"
"I'm just remarking on the way of things. The proper way of things." He pressed them together firmly, pushing a leg between Sesshomaru's two.
Sesshomaru's hand flared green, his lips drawing back in a snarl. "Spider...!" Naraku never quite caught the move, but it did end with him, on his back, on something white and fuzzy. Sesshomaru towered over him, a seething hand nearly squeezing his throat closed. "I warned you the last time!"
Naraku gagged a bit and laughed, just to see the snarl widen.
Sesshomaru closed his eyes tightly, fighting himself under control. When he opened his eyes again, his face was set in a stony calm. "One would think," he said casually, "that you'd be one to learn the lesson."
Maybe I don't want to. Naraku killed that thought like his mother had killed his father. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean, dog."
Sesshomaru grunted coldly and grabbed Naraku's hair, twisting and pulling till pain compelled the spider demon to turn over. "Either you like this, or you're more dense than the hanyou would like to believe." He shifted suddenly, grabbing both Naraku's hands and pulling them up.
Naraku winced. "What--" He stopped. H-he's tying me up? Naraku stared openly in shock at his now firmly restrained wrists, stuck near the root of a large bamboo. He could move his hands up and down, but not free them. "How did you do that?"
"What do you mean?" said Sesshomaru with little interest, shedding his clothes.
"You only have one arm!"
"Magic," said Sesshomaru and kicked off his pants.
Naraku muttered something he had learned as Onigumo and squirmed his hands.
"You won't get free," said Sesshomaru and stepped around him, out of his line of sight.
"What, exactly, are you up to?" he said irritably, trying to get a look at the youkai.
"Giving you what you came for, spider."
Naraku felt his coat being pushed up and the tie on his pants becoming undone. He swallowed when he felt them slide down, and his loincloth with them. "Oh."
Sesshomaru ran a hand along the underside of his thigh and, upon reaching the crease between leg and buttock, slipped his hand in to gently knead at Naraku's balls. "Well?" the dog demon purred, pushing coat and kimono up far enough the for abdomen of the spider scar to be visible. "Have you nothing to say?"
Naraku kept stubbornly silent.
Sesshomaru chuckled in way that seemed eerily familiar to Naraku's own cackle. "Oh, well; I'll just have to make you." He grabbed the root of Naraku's cock and slid his hand up along the length, squeezing gently around the head, teasing the slit with the pad of his thumb and then his claw--
"Gods...!" Naraku's eyes rolled back, and he buried his face in the pelt.
Sesshomaru laughed and released him. "Very good, Naraku."
The part of his mind still capable of rational thought bristled; the rest quivered in delight. Naraku lifted his head and licked his lips, convincing himself that it was merely the physical stimuli, not his forced submission, that excited him so. Sesshomaru shifted behind him, and Naraku swallowed.
"Do you know what would happen," purred Sesshomaru, "if I prepared you with these...?" Two claws traced down Naraku's right buttock.
"Yes," said Naraku weakly, blanching at the thought.
"And if I did not prepare you at all, and simply forced my way into you...?"
Naraku closed his eyes and shivered, trying to pretend it was with unease. "Yes."
"Do you want me to continue...?"
He was mocking him, dangling a fake sliver of control! Did Sesshomaru-- The dog demon flicked his tongue over the puckered opening between his buttocks, and all thoughts of control and retribution slipped away. "Y-yesss..."
Sesshomaru laughed and pulled him to his knees. "Say please."
"Not again," panted Naraku. "You've all ready got me tied up; isn't that enough?"
"No."
"I should have known."
"That," purred Sesshomaru in his ear, "is exactly the point." His cock - fully erect, Naraku noted, and oh, he was familiar with it - was pressing in between Naraku's thighs, head gently teasing his shaft.
"Sesshomaru..."
"I can continue this," said Sesshomaru, barely out of breath, rubbing himself from between Naraku's thighs to between his buttocks, teasing the tense hole.
Naraku swallowed his pride in the face of his whole body screaming at him. "Please. Please take me." He ignored the little thrill going straight from his chest to his cock at the words.
"Mm, I can't hear you," said Sesshomaru. His hand was tracing lazy circles on the spider scar.
Naraku swallowed the sudden anger and smirked into the pelt. "Oh, I am sorry, Sesshomaru... Did you want me to say, 'please, big brother'?"
Sesshomaru snarled and poison-tipped claws dug into the, thankfully, dead tissue on his back. "You little bastard...!"
Naraku laughed, twisting in an attempt to see the other's face. "Angry? Then punish me, damn you! Teach me a lesson!" He tried to stop the cackling burbling up, but it spilled out with the words.
Then Sesshomaru forced his cock fully inside Naraku in one cruel thrust.
"Fuck!" Naraku shivered and wheezed into the baboon fur.
"Are you going to behave now...?" said Sesshomaru, barely succeeding in keeping a snarl from his voice.
"Fuck you!" snapped Naraku into the fur.
Sesshomaru growled and pulled out, nearly completely, before slamming back in hard.
Naraku yelped, shoulders tense. "What, are you pretending I have white hair? Cute doggy ears?" he growled back over his shoulder.
"You're disgusting!" hissed Sesshomaru, driving another yelp from Naraku with another hard thrust.
"Or too close for comfort!"
"I have better taste than fucking a hanyou, you whore," said Sesshomaru angrily, twisting a hand in Naraku's hair and yanking his head back, forcing the other harder onto his cock.
Naraku half-sobbed and half-laughed, grabbing hold of the bamboo at his hands. If you only knew. "Oh, but if he was fully youkai you wouldn't mind?"
"Shut up!" Sesshomaru drove into him again and again, harder each time, making Naraku's hips grind painfully and oh, so wonderfully.
Naraku laughed into the pelt in triumph, ignoring the tears pain forced out of him. Sesshomaru was his. The dog demon had been driven to this by Naraku's intentional acts. I've won. Sesshomaru hissed, sounding more like a snake than a dog, and a clawed hand wrapped around the back of Naraku's neck, forcing his face harder into the fur. He felt as if the world moved with each thrust and tightened his grip on the bamboo, gasping in time with the youkai's movements.
"Say it," snarled Sesshomaru, a high-pitched edge to his voice, pounding into the spider.
Naraku laughed into the fur and moaned. "Gods, yes, fuck me. Harder, you stupid mutt. Fuck me till I can't walk or think. Fuck me! Fuck me!"
A hybrid between a groan and growl bubbled up from Sesshomaru chest, and he rose into a half-crouch in order to put even more force behind each thrust, driving a strangled yelp from Naraku.
The spider demon held the bamboo in a killing grip, rocking his hips eagerly to meet the ruthless pounding, not noticing the plumes of purple steam hissing up from his hands, nor the plant withering slowly. "Sess-Sesshoma-maru!" he gasped, his cock twitching and spilling itself beneath him. That'll be hell to clean, thought some detached part of his mind.
Sesshomaru nigh on roared, spending himself with a final deep, grinding thrust, making Naraku�s hips pop in protest.
When Naraku cleared of the white, pleasurable haze, he felt the hand on his neck moving and droplets of sweat dripping slowly onto the parts of his back that could still feel. "Gods..."
Panting raggedly, Sesshomaru lowered his head to lap at the wet sheen on Naraku's neck. "Mm."
Naraku savoured the feeling of still being stretched around Sesshomaru's cock, then blinked at the bamboo, now neatly purple and black and bent over desolately. "Oops."
Sesshomaru looked up and snorted, pulling out of Naraku with agonising slowness.
"Nn," said Naraku, then allowed himself a satisfied smirk. "I won."
The tone of Sesshomaru's voice made it quite clear that he knew. "Not the wisest thing to say when you're still tied up, spider."
"I could wither it down to ashes."
Sesshomaru sighed and untied him easily, settling on a clean spot of the pelt and tilting his head into the dappled sunlight. Naraku sat and watched him; he was marvellously beautiful, lean and striped, and even the lack of an arm did little to blemish him.
Something pulsed, calling Naraku's attention, and idly he picked up the Tokijin from where it rested beside Tenseiga.
Sesshomaru smirked, watching him askance. "Feeling sentimental, Naraku?"
"Technically speaking," Naraku said primly, leaning against Sesshomaru's back, "this is mine."
"Technically speaking," Sesshomaru answered, "it isn't yours, as much as it is you. Think of it as a memento."
"I'd be touched if I believed for a second that's why you keep it."
Sesshomaru ignored him in favour of the wind and the light.
"So tell me, lord Sesshomaru," said Naraku conversationally. "I've heard tales of a human girl under your wing." He felt the youkai tense up and smirked. So the hound has a puppy. Interesting.
"It's not so much my watching her, as her following me unbidden," said Sesshomaru with a chill Naraku had not heard in the last, oh, ten minutes.
"Indeed so."
"Don't you have things to do? Hanyou to harass and such?"
Naraku put Tokijin back and chuckled. "If you're so eager to get rid me." He stood, pulling his clothes back in order.
Sesshomaru stood with him, naked and magnificent, and watched him impassively. "Don't do anything stupid."
"I never do anything stupid," said Naraku, then eyed him curiously. "Why the concern?"
"Should you die before I train you probably, I fear my pride would never recover."
"Don't do that," said Naraku. "I can't tell if you're joking when you have that expression."
Sesshomaru barely lifted his eyebrow.
Naraku sighed and shook his head, then pressed his lips to the dog demon's and lifted the pelt off the ground. "Hn. I need a new one, anyway. We'll meet again."
Sesshomaru bowed shortly, and then looked infuriatingly unaffected by the blast of miasma that washed over him when Naraku lifted away.
The bamboo forest fell silent, and Sesshomaru dressed efficiently and with greater ease than what would expect of someone with one arm. When he had finally slipped Tokijin and Tenseiga through his sash, only then did he allow himself a smirk.
Damned spider. Ah, well, I'll just have to keep a closer eye on Rin from now on.
With an uncharacteristic spring in his step, the last great dog youkai faded into the bamboo.
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