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Web of Lies (Naraku/OC/Kagewaki Hitomi)	By : Crystal_Tsukino Category: InuYasha > General > DarkFic Views: 903 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Inuyasha and it's characters does not belong to me, only the OCs that will appear in the story are mine, yet I have no personal interest of profit with it. It's free entertainment from a fan to fans.

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Naraku and Annabelle went through a vicious circle of locking gazes in an intense silent tension, till a hand firmly touched the hanyo's shoulder.
"Last time we laid together, you managed to control your youki and your demonic instincts as well. Does it has anything to do with Shikon no Tama not being inside your body anymore?" She spoke fastly, words almost twirling without pauses between them, the foreign accent beetling more than usual because of her nervousness.
"A bit" he answered coldly.
"Why did you take the jewel off your shoulder if anyone could steal it from that room anytime?" Anna proceeded speaking in the same clumsy rhythm.
"There is a barrier protecting that chamber, people can enter only if I allow it" ignoring the first part of the question, he explained without commotion, looking at the hand squeezing his shoulder.
"And why did you take the jewel off your body, Naraku?" the lass insisted, sounding hysterical at that point.
"Did you save the predawn to put me into an interrogatory?" He raised one eyebrow, his mocking tone was nothing but a shield, keeping his old knew façade. Yet, Annabelle was persistent and would proceed pushing him till the sun begin to rise if she needed to.
"Did you do something to Kagewaki stop appearing in my dreams? Since I arrived in here, I never saw or felt him again" Anna started to walk in circles, her feet heavily hitting the floor, making shrill noises. "You repelled him from my mind using the jewel's power, didn't you?"
"I said I would do so, you know it already. You should thank me for finally being able to sleep peacefully" His eyes followed her anxious movements, analyzing every little detail of her afflicted features.
"What was the real reason why you released Kohaku?" Anna stopped her walking abruptly, spinning around and deeply staring into his rubies, with her yearnings overflowing.
"Was it not what you wanted?" Once more, Naraku tried to maintain his tone and semblance indifferent. Such evasive behavior of his made the woman's agitation increase, and although he noticed it, the hanyo still couldn't change his way to deal with such strange situation. "I thought you would be satisfied. I don't understand why so much commotion about such matter".
"Are you saying that you have sent him to Sango just to please me?" Belle slowly came closer. The night before, she held him gratefully, however, with a whole day dedicated to an enormous variety of thoughts, Annabelle got stuck into a web of suspiciousness. She needed to keep her sight locked with his, to study every sign possible to be caught, and even so the foreigner knew Naraku could be a master in the art of deceit, so she couldn't help to feel aloof, and his absence of answers just made it all feels worse. "What are you plotting?" Belle asked as a pleading to him to be true.
"You cannot trust me" although he was smiling, disappointment was clear in his semblance, and in his low voice.
"I want to, but I'm so scared..." she unburdened, feeling a knot forming into her throat. The woman could restrain herself as much as she wanted, and still the hanyo would be aware her weeping was struggling to pour down. The salty scent of captive tears was already invading his nostrils. "Why would you do it all just because of me?" Her voice cracked, lingering.
"Come here" the spider opened his arms, inviting the moth. What more could he do if even his own self wasn't able to understand whatever was happening? And she went to him, getting inside his embrace like a frightened little girl, sinking her face in his chest, muffling her sighs. "My Annabelle..." he whispered, while delicately stroking the coppery locks on her nape. Naraku understood very well how she felt, for he has been feeling exactly the same, a sort of fear of tomorrow, of the inconstancy of life and future events. He still was the most hateful enemy of a plenty of people, had a prize over his head and a goal to fulfill.
"What shall be of us from now on?" Hell, could it be possible Annabelle had the ability to read his thoughts?
"I don't know" in a lapse of frankness, he answered.
"Do you love me?" At last she lifted her face and had a glimpse of those twinkling surprised crimson orbs.
"You said yourself I don't have this capability, so why do you ask me?" the spider uselessly tried to evade again.
"I can have been mistaken. Maybe, deep inside, behind this shroud of wickedness, there is a genuine feeling inside of you" her hands reached his face and caressed his cheeks tenderly. "Who am I to tell what you can feel or not, although everything you have ever done and possibly will come to do?" Her nose rubbed on his superficially "Naraku, you are a great mystery to me..."
"It is curious you are saying this" with half-closed eyes, almost touching their mouths, and shivered to the bottom of his soul because of her speech, the hanyo huskily confessed "for you are a mystery to me as well, Annabelle Rose. I cannot deny your belief pleases me somehow, though it surprises me that, after all, you still have any hope on my behalf".
"There is a part of me which wants to believe in the possibility of existing any light inside of you. Yet, the other part – the one you broke – fight against this small seed of hope that tries to blossom within me." The Shikon shard was pulsing into her chest, making the lass gasp, inebriated by his warm breath and velvet timbre, however, unlike the past times when she easily surrendered to her carnal urges, now Anna was struggling to remain sane, for she finally wished for a conversation. "I need to know what your pretentions are, if you will proceed with these devious plans of breaking people's spirits..." She moved away some dark curled locks from his cheeks, they were so close... Her air felt scarce, so the mouth opened a bit, inhaling first, to have strength to continue her speech, and Naraku just muffled it with a sudden kiss.
Their roles changed. This time it was the hanyo who desperately wanted to escape from a dialogue. He cornered the woman against a wall, pressing her body with his own. Annabelle thoughts clouded for seconds, while tasting the softness of his tongue, almost melting into his grip. Still, she found determination to turn her face aside, persisting on speaking, even if it has sounded as oscillating whispers:
"Forget the ambition of collecting this cursed shards..." Anna pleaded while he was smearing her neck with passionate kisses. "Stop hurting the others..." words got confused with moans, while his teeth gently bit her chin, after he licked it. Then his tongue trailed a path over her jawline.
"Am I hurting someone right now?" The arachnid purred at her shivered ear, as one of his hands slid from her belly to her womb, still over the layers of skirt. Yet, his skilled fingers teased between her legs as if they could draw a line over her pleasure spot. "Enough of this talking, yes?"
Her body wiggled in ecstasy, nevertheless Belle understood very well her lover's intent, so she couldn't conceal a sigh of disappointment. She knew it was an attempt to manipulate her, even so, the knowledge didn't stop her body to appreciate every sensation. With sky-blue eyes gazing at the ceiling, while Naraku was marking every inch of her neck with lustful suctions, going down to her neckline, Annabelle felt every joint of hers begin to shake involuntarily, for his touches onto her womanhood were so intense that they didn't seem to be done over her clothes. She released a sharpen breath after such a delicious orgasm, her internal muscles still pounding. Even so, when he took a look in her eyes, her deception remained visible in every feature. Anyhow, Annabelle didn't protest when Naraku started to undress her slowly, patiently letting every piece of her garment fall down. Still silent, she watched him taking his own clothes off with similar elegant, sensual moves. He was an excellent seductor after all. Would she be as competent as him when trying to convince the spider to release Kagura? She came to think, it didn't last though, for in the present moment, beholding the perfection of his pale forms, the foreigner wasn't able to concentrate her mind in anything else, and Naraku showed himself into the same torpor state.
Without a single layer of cloth covering them, face to face both admired each other's shapes leisurely. Eyes pervading on each curve, each form, each particularity.
"You are so beautiful" the spider hanyo said softly, as low as a timid confession, scarlet pools shimmering discretely, while he couldn't simply understand his very self. On the other day, he couldn't feel content on having only her body, yet, at this early hour his deeds were dedicated on inducing her to indulge the flesh, because he was so scared of his feelings as she was of hers'.
Celestial globes sparkled sweetness and melancholy, then her coppery eyelashes entwined, so she could enjoy the sensation of his fingertips softly slipping over her shoulders, arms, and then circling her breasts' lines. Slowly, his hands covered her sensitive mounds, palms rubbing tumid nipples. Her lips parted, inviting him for a kiss which has been so calm as such caresses, so was the following sheltering embrace uniting their naked warm bodies, like in every gesture they were seeking for solace.
They sat, Naraku on the floor, Annabelle over his lap, entwining his body between her arms and legs, thereby they made love for the first time. The hanyo held her hips, helping her to move upward and down, slowly dancing, receiving his member with the same tenderness that she was spreading kisses around his cheeks and forehead, her hands stroked the scar on his back. Their moans sounded low, murmured, as secret laments. Sometimes their mouths would meet, and only their breathing would echo over the room, even these kisses tasted serene and warm, so unusual and even so, there was a similarity between this sex and the other ones they already had. Although there were affection and gentleness, it was still an escape from the sordid reality in the end.
"I was sincere when I said that I wanted you here as my mate," at last the arachnid confessed, into a murmured muffled against her stretched neck "when I said that I would try to mend your pieces".
Her arms tightened around him, her heart pounded so intensely that it's sound seemed to come from Naraku's depths as well, but so many can be the reasons behind fast heartbeats... In her case, what would they be? Such doubt persisted on dazing him. Naraku looked at Anna, and noticed she was about to cascade in tears. In long inhales the human was bravely restraining her rain to fall, watery threads kept locked inside her eyelids, blurring her sight a bit. Then, the hanyo kissed her eyes, one after another, tasting the salty wetness, warming her coldness, and finally their foreheads united. With closed eyes, they put all concentration on the only act which helped them to find any rejoice in the middle of so much sorrow. Their hands worked as kind words, fingers explored shuddering skin, his upon her thighs, hips and back, hers over his arms, chest, stopping onto his scar again, never losing the rhythm of her dance, squeezing softly his whole length inside, not a sign of his youki showed itself this time.
After quite a while into that pacific dandle, with Annabelle's eburnum energy gracing him, they finally satisfied the flesh, even if their hearts remained anguished. The lass sweaty and pinkish cheek rested on his shoulder. Her legs, once entangling his waist, opened and her heels touched the floor, still her entrance didn't release his manhood and her hands stood upon his back, sealed with his scar.
"What are you trying to do?" Naraku's voice nearly got stuck on his throat, so disarmed he was. His head searched for hers to rely on.
"To give you some peace" She told him softly. "Let me stay here in your room, with you" Anna squeezed him against her, pressing their chests softly, that was the way she has found to retrieve the fondness he so arduously has been able to show.
"Stay" and there was he surrendering to her tenderness, melting into that warming, calm sensation he has been yearning so deeply to feel, since the day he had it's first glimpse. How could Annabelle know that when she gave up on killing him, she has condemned him even so? Naraku has lost part of his convictions, he started to question his own journey, divided by doubts if moments like that had a real meaning, or if he was deluding himself just as the beings from that kind he despised so much used to do. The inner truth was Naraku feared the suffering, like a huge amount of humans also did, as Annabelle herself have been fearing as well.
To be continued...
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Web of Lies (Naraku/OC/Kagewaki Hitomi)