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A/N: Hey guys�I
guess some of you must have noticed that I have reposted the lemons in the
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take my chances with the site mods. If I do get
kicked off, I hope you all will be with me on other sites.

Enjoy!

Chapter 6 - A
Dangerous Mistake

Sesshoumaru noticed Inuyasha�s hands clench into fists.

�As I got a little older, Mum got a bit more relaxed around
Naraku and I used to sometimes go to his house to spend the day. Mum had to work
and I used to get bored at home alone. Naraku�s house
was much better than ours so as a kid, I used to love spending time there.�

Inuyasha remembered the spacious, luxurious house that he�d
beg his mother to spend his days in. The house contained everything that 10
year olds valued more than boring safety and a mother�s concern.

Izayoi had been extremely
reluctant to allow him to go that first time but Inuyasha had cried and begged
and she�d finally relented. Even so, she�d left work before time and gone to
pick him up much earlier than she had promised. But Inuyasha had been so happy,
singing his Uncle Naraku�s praises to the sky, she had allowed him to go back. And then, it had sort
of become routine from there.

�It went on for years, I guess till I was�maybe 14 or so in
human terms.�

The hanyou gripped the glass in his hands tightly and
swallowed, staring at the floor with unfocused eyes.

�I-I didn�t even know what he-what he was�doing, at first, only that it felt weird
and not very good.�

He could dimly remember those first few touches, but the
memory was hazy. He had tried so hard to forget that he�d almost succeeded.
Only, unfortunately, that meant that he remembered all the more clearly in his
nightmares, the one he woke up sweating from, muffling his scream in the
pillows because he was so used to hiding certain things from his mother that it
came naturally to him, even in sleep.

�It happened when we � I was playing a video game and he
casually came sat next to me to watch, only, he was too close and his hands-�

Inuyasha broke off, unable to articulate the feeling he got
from his favorite uncle�s hand on his ass. He�d stiffened at first, not knowing
what to do when he felt the man touching him where he�d never been touched
before. When he�d failed to move, the dark hanyou had deepened the touch,
kneading the ass cheek, slipping his hand in his covered crack�

He hastily drained the last of the wine from his glass, then
roughly set it on the table and grabbed the wine bottle himself, filling it
right to the brim, uncaring that it wasn�t proper etiquette to fill a wine
glass so much.

Sesshoumaru watched him quietly, not bothered in the least
that the expensive wine was going to finish fast at this rate. But Inuyasha was
skating on thin ice, allowing himself to get drunk in
front of the demon. A hanyou should know better than to place so much trust in
a powerful demon he barely knew�and he�d told the boy he was a daiyoukai. But Inuyasha didn�t seem to mind being wasted
and at his mercy�well, it was Inuyasha�s choice to take that chance.

But the didn�t notice the demon
Lord�s gaze turn calculative. He was too caught up in memories.

�That first time, I-I couldn�t even understand that he was
making a move because yeah, I�d heard of guys doing that to girls but you don�t
even- don�t even ever think about someone who�s been a father to you doing
that.�

Inuyasha smiled blankly, eyes wild. �I- I remember I looked
at him and he- he didn�t even look fazed or worried�he was smiling like it was
normal and I felt- I felt it would be impolite
to wrench his hand away.�

Bile rose in his throat as he remembered how the reverence
that he�d held for the man prevented him from protecting himself even in the
most basic sense and he�d fought his instincts that dictated that he remove the
offending hand and run.

�He didn�t do�didn�t do anything else that day�� Inuyasha revealed, eyes bitter. �I went home. Next day, Naraku
brought me expensive gifts. I was afraid he was going to suggest I come over to
his house again and I�.I still liked him too much to refuse him but he didn�t.
He came around after a few days but didn�t do anything. It was something I had
tried to forget, all that while and since he didn�t make any mention of it, or
ever do it again��

The hanyou took a deep breath.

�Finally, I was the one who suggested that I�d like to go to
his place. I was a little worried but I was sure it would never happen again.�

Inuyasha smiled mockingly at himself.

�Because Naraku was I good
guy, I thought, and he probably made a mistake, or something.�

He didn�t notice the hardening of Sesshoumaru�s eyes.

�And he didn�t. He didn�t touch me that day and things pretty
much went back to normal after that. I�I tried my best to forget the whole
incident ever happened.�

Izayoi had, by then, begun to get
over her fears of the hanyou and thought that perhaps Kikyou had somewhat
exaggerated when she�d desperately warned her against the hanyou.

�But since that day, Naraku began to get me and ma wonderful
and expensive gifts.�

Inuyasha remembered the huge T.V. set, videogames and CDs
for him and jewelry for his mother.

�Ma was so surprised that at first, she refused to accept
the expensive gifts but Naraku convinced her saying he liked to spoil me
because I was like the son he never had.�

The young man in his teens had been delighted to finally
have something to boast about to his peers.

�Then one day, months later, when I was at his place, he-he
took me to his bedroom.�

The half-demon�s fist clenched as he remembered how stupid
and naive he�s been.

�I-I thought it was a bit weird but I was too polite to
refuse. And then he- he locked us in and-�

He hadn�t realized his voice had begun shaking along with
his hands. The little wine left in his glass sloshed, about to spill over at
any moment.

He clenched his jaw, trying to get the words out as he
remembered being forced onto the bed. Naraku had grabbed him by the arms and
thrown him on the bed, then crawled on top of him. The violence of the dark hanyou�s
actions had finally shaken him out of his stupor and he�d fought, slashing and
biting.

�You little shit,
after the way you�ve teased me for months, you think you can play coy now?�

Inuyasha had stopped
struggling out of shock, unable to believe the venomous words coming out of the
charming, sophisticated man�s mouth, from Uncle Naraku, who�d never said
anything derogatory to him once, the only guy who�d treated him with nothing
but respect.

But this was not even
the same man now. Naraku�s eyes were frenzied, wild
with lust and violence. His dark hair, free from the ponytail he usually wore
it in, fell about his shoulders in untamed curls.

�I-I didn�t,� Inuyasha
protested in a small voice, �I never- never wanted to-
you�re� please��

His mind had gone
blank as he listened to the words spilling from his lips. Naraku smirked
nastily as Inuyasha�s t-shirt was literally ripped to
shreds, followed by his jeans. Inuyasha�s fear heightened as he saw the
tattered remains of his clothes.

�Why-why are you- Naraku-san��

Naraku laughed. �Don�t
be silly, boy.�

With a sudden burst of
fear and adrenaline, Inuyasha threw the hanyou off him and sent him stumbling
back.

�I won�t let you!� he
shouted. �Get the fuck away from me, you-you��

Naraku�s eyes darkened as he advanced on the
trembling boy.

�You�re going to pay
for that.�

�He said�he said I�d�I�d led him on and that first time he�d
touched me, I hadn�t pushed him away, that I�d liked it, that I-I�d made him
want me and that he was just doing what I wanted� �

He turned hunted eyes up to meet Sesshoumaru�s intense gaze.

�I almost believed him too,� he muttered softly.

And maybe he wasn�t
wrong, he thought, unable to completely dismiss the idea that had remained
at the back of his mind, even as he found himself unable to pursue it.

He drained the wine that had magically appeared in his
glass. He�d not notice when Sesshoumaru had filled it up for him again. How
many glasses had he had?

�But not enough to just-just lie down for him,� Inuyasha
continued. �When he tried to force himself on me, I slashed him across the
chest.�

The four marks had healed almost as soon as they were made
but it was warning enough for the dark hanyou not to let those claws anywhere
near his vulnerable areas.

�You know,� Naraku
smirked, wiping the blood off his healed chest with his fingers and holding
them up to contemplate the color. �I�m going to do this, one way or another. It
will be you�or dear sweet Izayoi�take your pick.�

Inuyasha stared at him
uncomprehendingly for a moment before the full meaning of the words registered.
His face paled.

�M-mother?� he asked
uncertainly.

For the first time,
Naraku smiled an oily, nasty smile that Inuyasha would thenceforth come to
hate�the smile that he would learn to see behind all his polite smiles from
that day forth.

�I�m sure you know
that I can do exactly what I want with Izayoi. She
doesn�t have sharp little claws like you, after all�humans are so fragile, poor
things-�

�No!� Inuyasha shouted,
�You can�t�you can�t touch her! You won�t touch my mother! Please�� the order
ended in a desperate plea.

Naraku sneered. �Then
get on that bed and raise your ass like a good little bitch!�

The silence of the night was broken as the wine glass in
Inuyasha�s hand shattered violently, causing rivulets of blood to run down his
hands. But Inuyasha, by now, had too much alcohol in his system to notice the
pain.

��You know,� he said,
voice raspy and throat dry, despite all the wine he�d drunk. �They say the
first time�s always the worst and then people get used to it from there. They
say you become numbed to it.�

He turned haunted, hard eyes at his boyfriend, meeting the demon
Lord�s gaze.

�You don�t.�

He swallowed hard again and turned his eyes away. But it
wasn�t so difficult looking at Sesshoumaru�s face as he�s expected. He�d
expected to see some sort of judgment there � pity or anger or disgust or
revulsion or something but
Sesshoumaru�s face was a stony mask. It made him feel better, somehow.

�You never get used to it. The first time�s the most�the
most painful, physically, but each time after that is that much worse.�

Despite the fact that he was safe in this mansion with state
of the art security, Inuyasha felt his heart speed up, felt the knot of tension
and fear and dread in his chest, as if�as if no time had passed at all�as if he
was still where that monster could order him to bend to his whims. The agony of
waiting, of always being on edge, not knowing when the bastard would order him
to pleasure him�it became worse and worse, the more depraved things Naraku exposed
him to, gradually taking him to new depths.

�Y-ya never-never become numb to
it�it just- it just keeps happening, again and again till�till you start to
enjoy it.�

��I didn�t return home
that night coz I was too hurt to be able to walk. Naraku made me call ma and
tell her I was sleeping over.�

The fear that Naraku would do to his mother what he had done
to him gave him the strength to make his voice sound cheerful enough to fool
his mother. Inuyasha had never been a good liar till then, far from it, but
from that day on, he would be.

�Naraku�he was�he didn�t just like the�the fucking. He liked
to fuck with my head too. He was sweet till I couldn�t see him as a monster
anymore, till I saw him again as my- as the man who was like a father to me�and
then he would say horrible things, cruel things that�that no one should have to
hear.�

His eyes glazed over with alcohol and a curious detachment
as all the things that he�d tried so hard to forget came back to him full
force.

�Like he kept coming over to our house, bringing those gifts
but then, when we were alone, he�d tell me�.he�d tell me the real reason I
allowed him to touch me was because I wanted the expensive things.�

Inuyasha�s lips curved into a serene smile as he met
Sesshoumaru�s eyes.

�I felt like a whore.�

The half-demon glanced away.

�No one was better at playing sick mind games than Naraku.
He always made me cum when he�when he fucked me. And he knew�he knew when I
started to enjoy it � just the act, you know, not him. I still felt nauseous
when it was over and I had�I had his jizz cold in my
ass��

Inuyasha�s voice lost its inflection, became mechanical. It
was torture, knowing he was being forced to do what he was doing, all the while
hearing Naraku debase him but at the same time, not being able to resist the
raw pleasure that coursed through his body when the dark hanyou hit his
prostate, again and again.

�He taunted me about it�said that�s the only way I�d�.I�d
ever get it�only from him.�

He looked into the cold, hard eyes of the demon prince.

�And�I think he was right. I never- never
fell for a girl after that. I used to�used to
like girls before, you know. But after Naraku��

He trailed off, remembering all the times he�d tried to
fantasize about girls with big knockers but the pictures just wouldn�t form
anymore until he could only cum with the thought of some guy in his ass. At
first, he�d been too disgusted by his own thoughts, because much as he tried to
picture someone else, only Naraku�s face filled his
head, his words, his hands.

Then, slowly, he learned to picture others � other good
looking boys but there had to be violence, even in his fantasies, or he
couldn�t even get it up. And though the thought of having someone force him was
degrading and disgusting, the physical pleasure was too good. The rest of his
life was so messed up, he figured he deserved any reprieve he got, even if it
was for a few moments of pleasure.

�And I�ve always�always jerked off to other guys fuckin� me because having Naraku in my head just makes me
want to puke,� he finished, not sure the demon had understood a word of it.

Hell, he wouldn�t blame him. It was messed up shit, this
was. The only heir of a pureblooded demon, a daiyoukai,
no less, could not be expected to understand that he had to distance himself
from the act and from his crush in order to get any pleasure out of it, because
the reality of sex so far had been too harrowing to fantasize about.

�That�s why�that�s why I never went out with anyone. Naraku
wouldn�t have cared but if I let some guy fuck me just for the hell of it, then
I really would be a whore.�

The half human, half spider had told him so enough number of
times, had taunted him about it but that was one thing�one thing he would not
do�until Sesshoumaru�until now.

He looked straight into Sesshoumaru�s eyes.

�You wanna fuck me?�

When the demon Lord did not look away, the once empty eyes
filled with fire and the sudden, irrational anger, spurred by the alcohol. He
wanted to smash that face that was looking at him so calmly as though he�d
still done nothing wrong, as though he�d not whored himself out to his rapist,
as though he was still as pure as fucking snow.

He got his knees under him on the couch and began to shrug
out of his shirt. When Sesshoumaru placed a hand on his to stop him, he leaned
towards the demon Lord.

�What�s the matter? You still wanna
do me, right?� he whispered, lips curving slyly. �Does it turn you on, that I�m
a whore?�

It took every ounce of Sesshoumaru�s self control to remain
silent, to not tell the despairing hanyou that it was not his fault but he knew
that any reaction on his part would only aggravate Inuyasha.

But the hanyou threw his hand off and removed the shirt the
rest of the way, throwing it carelessly aside.

�Tell me, dammit!� he ordered.
�You still wanna go out with me? You can have anyone
you choose at your feet and you- you want me?? You want a dirty, stupid hanyou
who can�t get it up without fantasizing about you hurting me?�

Blood soaked hands landed on rigid shoulders as Inuyasha straddled
Sesshoumaru�s lap.

�Why?� he demanded. �Why would you want to?�

Then he drew back slightly, eyes narrowing with alcohol
induced suspicion and paranoia.

�You don�t, do you? You want out, now that you�ve heard just
how screwed up I really am. You want a nice, normal, date, not damaged goods
like me. You�re just scared to tell me, aren�t you?�

When Sesshoumaru still didn�t move or say a word, Inuyasha
was enraged.

�Fuck you, if you wanna dump me,
just say so!� he screamed as something changed in Sesshoumaru�s eyes. He
mistook it for pity. �Don�t just fucking look
at me like that you SON OFA BITCH!!!�

A claw tipped hand was pulled back as Inuyasha prepared to
bitch slap the demon Lord across the face. Only, unfortunately for him, Sesshoumaru�s
patience had snapped.

Before he could blink, both his hands were captured in one
large one and he was forced down on the demon Lord�s lap which he had so far
been hovering over.

�You brat,� Sesshoumaru hissed, eyes flashing red. �You
think I want to rid myself of you after what I heard? You think I am so pure as to be disgusted by what you
crave?�

An implacable hand in his hair forced Inuyasha�s head back
painfully as Sesshoumaru leaned down drew lethal fangs down the hanyou�s
exposed throat. Magenta stripped eyelids dropped lower as Sesshoumaru, for
once, indulged his demon.

�What if I told you that this is what I crave?� the demon Lord whispered.

�What if I told you I
want to hurt you��

Inuyasha shuddered again as the path traced by the fangs was
retraced by a lazy, wet tongue.

The hanyou was too drunk on alcohol and Sesshoumaru�s demon
was too close to the surface to allow him to see that he should probably not be
doing what he was doing now.

But the boy was so delectable, panting in his lap with those
flushed cheeks, completely in his grasp. It would be so easy�so easy to enjoy
him�

�Do you want to know what I get off on, Inuyasha?�
Sesshoumaru breathed, knowing that the hanyou was probably not lucid enough to
understand what he was saying.

The grip on Inuyasha�s hair loosened in favor of gripping
the back of his neck hard.� Inuyasha
moaned at the pain. It felt good�

The hanyou could now feel the demon Lord�s half hard cock
near his own and he began to grind in his lap, rubbing his own hard cock
against Sesshoumaru�s.

Sesshoumaru in turn snarled and sunk his fangs in Inuyasha�s
neck. The sight of blood dripping down that pale neck made him harder than he
was. And the scent of blood in the air�would little Inuyasha try to escape from
him if he knew this was what he wanted? And if he did, would he let him?

Inuyasha chose that moment plaster himself against the demon
prince�s chest and rub his hardened nipples against him and Sesshoumaru decided
that Inuyasha was staying right where he was�whether he wanted to or not.

Inuyasha shivered, body overheated from the sensations
bombarding it. The alcohol made him very horny, very fast. Through the haze
clouding his mind, all he could feel was the delicious pain on his neck, the
pressure of bruising hands on his wrists and the demon before him with blood
red eyes, about to lose control.

He wanted more.

As much as Sesshoumaru�s hold would allow, he pushed himself
forward and brought wet, pink lips on the demon Lord�s. And the next thing he
knew, he had a very energetic tongue inside his mouth hitting spots he hadn�t
even known existed.

It occurred to him fleetingly that Naraku had also kissed
him brutally, forcefully but this�this was different. The demon Lord was just
as unrelenting but-but the taste�he
tasted�sharp�like frozen steel and electricity. It was nothing like the sweet
kiss from earlier but it was nothing like Naraku�s kiss either. Naraku made him want to puke � he�d never been
a good kisser, but Sesshoumaru�hell, he might just overlook the need to breathe
if the demon just kept. Kissing. Him. Like. That. This
was better�so much better�and the best part was, there was nothing even remotely sweet about this new,
out-of-control Sesshoumaru

�Hurt me�� the hanyou whispered, voice somehow more vulnerable
than seductive.

Sesshoumaru�s eyes narrowed. It seemed the hanyou didn�t
know better than to arouse a predator�s instincts.

The grip on Inuyasha�s wrist shifted slightly till deadly
claws pricked five holes in the sensitive skin there. Inuyasha gasped and
glanced up in surprise, breaking the kiss, but Sesshoumaru pulled him back. One
claw on his wrist slashed a razor thin line and Inuyasha trembled.

Sesshoumaru smirked into the kiss. So�it seemed the hanyou was
not aware of the sweet spot on his wrist. This would be interesting. The demon
pressed the pad of his thumb on the bleeding cut, sending a sharp zing of
pleasure and pain down Inuyasha�s hand and body, making him arch his back.

Inuyasha moaned into the demon Lord�s kiss. He ventured his
own tongue into Sesshoumaru�s mouth and then let out a muffled gasp of pain as the
demon bit down hard, causing blood to pool in his mouth. When Sesshoumaru
pulled away, it dribbled down his lips, a slightly lighter color than the wine
he�d drunk.

�You look beautiful like this,� Sesshoumaru whispered, releasing
his wrists and leaning back on the armrest of the couch to enjoy the picture he
presented- disheveled, aroused and wounded in his lap.

Inuyasha shifted slightly and blinked at the amused looking
demon Lord, unsure of what to do, now that he was free to move. He lapped up
the taste of his own blood on his lips tentatively, unbelievably aroused and
needy.

�I-� he began cautiously,
hesitantly grasping Sesshoumaru�s shirt. When the demon Lord didn�t protest, he
began to undo the buttons, revealing the pale, toned chest of the youkai. He
trailed his hands hesitantly down the hard, muscled body.

�Inuyasha,� the demon prince murmured, half-lidded eyes
gazing lustfully at the flustered half-demon on his lap. His parents would
probably have a fit if they knew he�d bedded a hanyou.

He pulled Inuyasha towards him, the sudden jerk causing the
boy to fall against his chest with a small surprised gasp, eyes wide.

�You know,� Inuyasha�s eyes were half closed as well, as he trailed
one finger, bloody from the shattered glass, around Sesshoumaru�s now exposed
nipple. �You have a very sexy voice,� he admitted�

�and then promptly passed out on top of the demon prince.

Sesshoumaru sighed and relaxed, red eyes, beginning to return
to gold. For the first time, he properly saw
Inuyasha, bloody and exhausted and completely wasted.

Oh god�

Clenching his jaw he sat up, gathered the unconscious hanyou
into his arms and off the blood stained couch and called a servant.

The retainer ran in quickly and bowed low, waiting for his
commands. Sesshoumaru looked regretfully at the half-naked boy in his arms and
laid him out on his bed. Damn it, he
should have had more control over himself but Inuyasha had just been so
fucking vulnerable and�

�Clean him up,� he ordered, eyes cold with anger.

The servant, the same one that had served them the wine, hid
his fear well as he felt his Lord�s youki flaring. The young prince�s personal
servants were quite used to tending to whatever hapless souls fell under their
Master�s charm but he�d hoped, perhaps a little naively, that this one would be
treated better. The boy�Inuyasha, he remembered, had been�concerned�for their welfare when he certainly didn�t have to be.

Poor Inuyasha-san�well, at least he was alive. He didn�t
seem to be wounded too badly except a bite to the neck which, considering he
was a hanyou, should heal within a couple of days,
provided his Master hadn�t injected any poison with his fangs. And he probably
hadn�t, or Inuyasha would already be feverish and incoherent.

The old retainer of the family looked ruefully at the bitten
neck. At least it wasn�t a property mark, or a mating mark. He wanted to laugh
at the last part. The notorious Lord Sesshoumaru taking a mate�well, that would
be the day! The young prince of the Western Lands had many playthings but Lord
Sesshoumaru belonged to no one.

Sesshoumaru watched the servant tend to the boy�s wounds and
hoped to the gods Inuyasha wouldn�t remember much the next day. He really
should not have done this to him, especially after knowing how traumatized he
already was. If Inuyasha saw him as�as some kind of rapist�his hands clenched into fists at the thought and the servant
jumped as the youkai�s aura flared. He was a lot of things but a rapist was not one of them.

But if Inuyasha got some such idiotic idea in his head, he
might think of doing something foolish, like running away from him, and
whatever he�d said to the boy, about each being free to end the relationship, he
wasn�t ready to let go of the hanyou just yet.
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A/N: Mwwwwwwaaaaaaaahhahahaaaaaaa!! And we get to see
Sesshoumaru�s true nature ^.^ Well, I�m sure it wasn�t
entirely unexpected. Anyway, I have fever
right now. I edited it as well as I could but if there are any errors, I�ll
correct them tomorrow. Tell me what you thought!
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