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Up a Winding Stair	By : BlackberryPatch Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > Sessh?maru/Naraku > Sessh?maru/Naraku Views: 4901 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha and I am making no money from this fanwork.

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Further disclaimer: Title and summary lines are from the poem "The Spider and the Fly" by Mary Howitt.

Oh, and the summary/title has little to nothing to do with the actual story... it just stuck in my head.

WARNINGS: Rated NC-17 or equivalent for NCS/rape, extreme tentacles, and explicit yaoi.

Notes: Well, I'm not a fan of this pairing (I'm not a fan of Naraku any way you slice it) but I got pulled into it anyway... I wrote the main body of this story about a year ago (May of '09) as a way to exorcise some personal demons, but as I was rereading through it I realized that it's actually not badly written and I thought I'd post it. Though really, it all comes down the fact that I'm a review whore... so please let me know what you thought, even if it's to say it was crap!

...And do you know how hard good yaoi tentacle porn is to find? Am I just not looking in the right places?? Sigh...

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"Up a Winding Stair"

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The night was dark, heavy clouds hiding any heavenly light source. He paused as he moved through the darkness, and as Sesshomaru raised his nose to the wind he caught a faint scent. That scent made his lip curl, the faint tingle of bloodlust rising in him. He knew this scent... knew it and abhorred it. The chance to end the existence of the most despised creature who bore it was something that could not be passed up. He drew Toukijin in his hand and followed the scent, slipping through the heavy night.

He was stealthy in his movements, but before he even saw his opponent Sesshomaru felt the oily touch of a tentacle on his sword hand. He tried to twist away, turn the blade toward his attacker, but it was as if having stepped into the nest of vipers they were all suddenly aware and focused on him. He felt his hand seized and held fast, more tentacles curling around his arm and torso as he struggled. His teeth were bared, his eyes red with indignant fire as he turned poisoned claws to shredding his adversary.

"Ah, ah," Naraku chastised him, his voice a sudden mocking sound in the night, and Sesshomaru felt the tentacled limbs curl tighter around him, around his chest and throat, constricting him. "We can't have that."

Sesshomaru struggled still, even when his vision went black at the edges and his straining muscles were seized with a sudden weakness. His vision blurred as he gasped for breath, but from his position of being suspended from the ground by a host of tentacles he could see the human form of the amalgamous demon before him, reaching out a hand and stroking it over Sesshomaru's chest. The taiyoukai used what breath remained to him to snarl viciously and almost passed out as the tentacle wrapped around his neck tightened further.

"Manners," Naraku reminded him, shredding cloth from the taiyoukai's body before his hand again stroked down Sesshomaru's chest possessively, pausing when his hand reached the top of the other demon's hakama. More tentacles swarmed around the taiyoukai's body, brushing against his skin, circling and teasing his nipples into hardened nubs as Sesshomaru hung between consciousness and oblivion.

Just when he thought he would pass out completely, Sesshomaru felt the constricting pressure at his throat let up. He gasped for breath, released the breath in a warning snarl as Naraku's hand cupped his arousal through the cloth of his hakama, and inhaled again only to moan the breath out again in auditory proof of his arousal.

Naraku chuckled, even as Sesshomaru snarled again and renewed his struggles to escape. "You never learn, do you?" Naraku chided, and the tentacles that had previously seemed invasive were suddenly a pleasant memory compared with the ones that now invaded him. They slithered up his legs, tearing his hakama from him and shredding any cloth that remained upon his person. His arm was wrenched behind him, twisted up behind his back painfully, and held there immobile as tentacles so thick they seemed almost an impermeable mass ensured that his surest mode of defense was taken from him, carefully curling poison tipped fingers into a fist and surrounding that fist until it was tightly wrapped.

His legs were held immobile as well, spread so that he was exposed and displayed before Naraku's waiting eyes. The hanyou chucked evilly, coming forward again to stroke his hands over Sesshomaru's skin. Sesshomaru bucked and twisted in the tentacle's grip, but served only to entangle himself further; still, he could hardly bear the touch of this amalgam on his skin. He shuddered as Naraku's hand caressed his stomach, pausing there before drifting lower, stroking his cock now with no barrier of cloth.

Sesshomaru screamed in rage, renewing his futile struggling. Naraku sighed. "Do be quiet will you?" The tentacles tightened around the taiyoukai's throat briefly, before one teased at his lips. Divining his attacker's intent, Sesshomaru turned his face away and clamped his jaw shut; but it was as if he tried to resist the passage of time, or something even more unalterable- the thin tip of the tentacle had slipped into the back of his jaw and resolutely wedged the clenched teeth apart despite his defiance. As it pushed its way down his throat the fat width of it filled his mouth, choking him.

"Mmm, that's better." Naraku's fingers circled the dark head of his cock and Sesshomaru moaned deep in his throat as he felt yet more of the tentacles exploring his ass, the tip of one darting inside.

He screamed in rage again, the sound of it barely audible; Naraku chuckled still. The hanyou's fingers were stroking his initial arousal into full hardness as tentacles continued stroking the sensitive nubs of his nipples and invading the interior of his body through mouth and anus.

Suddenly it all ended. The unwelcome attention of the disgusting hanyou's hands, the invasive tentacles, all gone except for the ones that held him restrained. He hung from his bonds, his body shaking.

"Well." Naraku crouched before him, smiling. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way." He reached out and traced a finger along the line of Sesshomaru's jaw. "But we will be doing it."

The taiyoukai's lips curled back in a snarl. "I will kill you," he replied.

Naraku grinned. "Ah, good. The hard way. Very well then." He sat back and with a gesture the tentacles returned to torment the taiyoukai's flesh. Every inch of his skin was covered with them or their slime. They wormed their way inside of him and their touch aroused his body past the point where he could consciously deny them.

There was more than one of them now, at the hidden entrance between his legs. He grunted, eyes half rolling back in his head and they filled him, stretching him. They reached inside of him and touched every single place, all at once, and sudden pleasure threaded through him. Unwilling though he was his body betrayed him still and he started to lose himself to the feelings awoken within him.

The wet heat of Naraku's mouth on his hard cock was an almost welcome surprise. He knew he made a sound of pleasure and he couldn't resist thrusting up into that heat. The hanyou's tongue curled around him with far greater talent than he'd expected and he moaned again, louder, pleasure assaulting him from all quarters. His eyes were shut now but he could feel Naraku's hand on his thigh, the tentacles retreating from his ass as the ones that held him shifted, flipping him over, positioning him so that Naraku's own hardened length easily slid into him.

The taiyoukai's eyes were red with helpless rage as Naraku started fucking him with slow, deep movements. As if having the despicable creature inside of him in truth wasn't bad enough, the tentacles were wound tightly around his own cock, preventing his own release, one slender tip slipping inside the weeping head of his cock to tease and torment him further.

Despite his utter disgust with the entire situation, Sesshomaru's body wanted so desperately to come. He was shaking with the denial of his release- or it could have been the revulsion that shook him, as Naraku intimately stroked the interior walls of his passage. The hanyou's hand rested possessively on the small of the taiyoukai's back, as if holding him in place, and Sesshomaru trembled with rage even through the desire of his body.

He was shocked when Naraku pulled out with an unsated groan. But then the tentacles turn him and he found himself faced with the blood gorged length of the amalgam's cock. He bared his teeth but kept his jaw clamped shut. Naraku chuckled. "Didn't I say we would be doing this?" Tiny tentacle tips wormed their way into the corners of his mouth, pushing, harder and harder, until they were inside and one had his lower jaw firmly under control. His mouth prized forcefully open, Sesshomaru could do nothing but quiver in rage as Naraku's cock was pressed to his upper lip, then slid into his mouth.

He gagged on the unfamiliar and most unwelcome flesh. Naraku's hands were fisted in the taiyoukai's silver hair as the hanyou ignored his distress and continued to slide himself into Sesshomaru's mouth until he was in completely. Slowly, he withdrew, sighing softly to himself as he savored the sensation. Sesshomaru gagged again as the hanyou withdrew, coughing as his throat constricted and shivering as he tried to fight the arousal that was attempting to take over his mind. His cock throbbed with the need for release and the feeling was spreading out, weakening his muscles as he moaned.

Naraku ignored him still, sliding back into the mouth held safely open for him as his fisted hands guided the taiyoukai's head to the position in which he wanted it. He was already aroused so it was not long before he felt his climax stealing over him. With a grunt and a last thrust he spilled his seed down the taiyoukai's throat. Withdrawing, he splashed more come over Sesshomaru's face, chuckling. He seized the taiyoukai by the hair again, harshly, whispering in his ear, "Now you will always taste me, no matter what you do."

Sesshomaru barely heard the threat, as he hung limply from the bonds that held him and choked on the come that filled his throat.

Naraku turned the head he held and stroked the demon's cheek softly. "Hmm, you've been a good sport haven't you? What's say we let you have a little fun too?" The tentacles eased Sesshomaru's body back over so that he was upright again, displayed before the hanyou's eager gaze. "My you are impressive." His eyes and hands both stroked the dark flesh of Sesshomaru's cock. Languid from his own release, Naraku smirked at the soft sounds of need that escaped from the taiyoukai and grinned more widely as Sesshomaru thrust mindlessly against his stroking hand.

"So eager." The tentacles were back, slipping inside of him, pushing roughly against that point of pleasure within him and Sesshomaru screamed as he bucked against the living ropes that held him. Naraku laughed again. "Oh, if I could but keep you like this forever. You are magnificent, so confined." his fingers stroked the hot skin of Sesshomaru's thigh, feeling the muscles under the skin trembling. "Tempting... but alas. All things must end."

The tentacles that were curled so tightly around his cock loosened and moved away, and Sesshomaru thrust mindlessly into the sudden presence of Naraku's hand, not even recognizing the touch of his nemesis.

He came, hard, his body an arc of pleasure as he gave in and felt nothing but the white hot ecstasy that pulsed through him. It left him, slowly fading, until he hung limply from the tentacles that held him. Naraku chuckled. He released his captive until the taiyoukai hung by his wrist, a single tentacles holding his hand above his head and holding the taiyoukai from the ground. Sesshomaru hung bonelessly until Naraku, bored, let his captive drop to the ground. "Hmm, maybe you will opt for the easy way next time?" He chuckled, leaning in close to gloat one last time.

He never got the chance. Golden eyes burned red as green tinged fingers buried themselves in the hanyou's face, tearing through his eyes and further back into his head before ripping down, acid eating flesh and bone as the amalgam screamed.

Sesshomaru pushed himself wearily to his feet. He was covered in blood and slime, but he glared with certain satisfaction at his enemy's acid-burned corpse. "There will be no next time, hanyou. I kill those who are mine to kill." He turned to leave, crooking his claws as he turned back to the corpse. "I am no fly to be caught in your web."

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