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Dirty Talk	By : neffinesse Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > Sessh?maru/Naraku > Sessh?maru/Naraku Views: 6086 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Dirty Talk
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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.
Notes: ahh, and Sesshomaru gets dirtier. I'm starting to think there'll be whips involved soon or something, given the masochistic streak my version of Naraku is evolving.

Also for the person asking me to have Naraku on top, erm... can you wait a few stories? I'll get around to it! Aheh.
Dirty Talk
Naraku's experience with relationships was, admittedly, somewhat limited. Onigumo's relationships had all either started with a down-payment, or ended with a murder, and the countless demons writhing in Naraku's body thought that, "I'm horny, you're horny, let's shag behind the shed," constituted a deep, intimate connection. And of course the spider dominant in his mind had the, for a spider, rather sensible attitude of, "Distract her, rape her, then run like the wind before she catches up."
Certainly, in all his fifty years as Naraku and the countless centuries more as something else, he had never before been faced with a jealous lover.
"A piece of crockery, spider?!"
"I needed her for a plan!" Naraku was not sure why, but he felt absurdly compelled to defend his kidnapping Kikyo. "It was a long time ago, anyway!"
Sesshomaru scowled as much as he seemed capable of and quieted. "Nothing happened?"
"Nothing happened," said Naraku soothingly, and then, before he could stop himself, continued, "She was freezing cold all over anyway."
Sesshomaru stared at him. "And... how would you know?"
Naraku saw the green glint out of the corner of his eye and did the only sensible thing. He bolted.
"Get back here, spider!" The door crunched and slammed into the opposite wall.
If anything, Naraku sped up. He twisted through the many dank corridors of his castle and briefly considered transforming in order to flee up over the rafters, but an open screen to the courtyard offered an easier escape. Ungracefully skidding to a halt, Naraku scrambled into the room, closing the door with a vaguely desperate motion, then bolted outside.
By the time Sesshomaru stormed out of the castle, Naraku was all ready airborne and lost in the purple clouds, riding a storm of lesser demons. He hugged himself tightly and wished he had brought his pelt; the baboon cloak was good for more than just smelling bad, after all.
Naraku looked back to make sure the youkai had been lost, then swooped below the cover to look at the fields and forests covering the ground for miles in every direction. Here and there tiny clusters of houses dotted the green patches. And there - he perked - a large village; a large village generally held an inn. At least he could sleep well.
Go down, commanded the ruling presence in Naraku, and the lesser beings obeyed, swooping down and dissolving at the edge of the village. Standing there on the ground, Naraku suddenly realised that the sun was a lot lower in sky than it had appeared from above. If there was an inn, he was just in time before it closed for the night.
The inn was there, and indeed easy enough to find; no one accosted a young man wearing gold and white clothes fit for a prince, and when approached for more than eager to help. He stepped into the small courtyard and was met by a girl who could hardly be more than thirteen. Her eyes widened at the sight of him.
"I need a room."
"Oh... oh! Yes, of course, my lord!" She bowed deeply, grabbed a jug filled with water and led him to an old, greying man. "Sir; a customer."
The man looked up and grinned a toothless grin. Naraku managed not to recoil in disgust. "Of course, of course; his lordship would want a big room, yes? With luxuries, yes?"
Naraku attempted to smile and nodded stiffly. "Please."
The man smiled his toothless smile and nodded. "I require payment in advance, your lordship; the rabble around here, you understand."
Naraku sighed testily and dragged out something of value - some type of decoration, he reckoned - and handed it over. "Will this do?"
Nod, smile, deep bow. "Thank you, my lord, thank you! Satsumi will show you to your room!"
The girl, eyes carefully on the ground, started off. "This way, my lord."
Naraku followed her, looking around. Well; he could have stumbled upon a better inn, but then again it could have been much worse. She slid open a door, and he stepped in to discover that 'luxuries' apparently meant 'thin futon'. Oh, and 'extra kimono'. Well, at least that was something.
"Is it all right?" asked Satsumi, looking intently at Naraku's feet. "My lord?"
"Yes, thank you." He discretely checked to see if there was anything there. "That will be all."
She left with impressive speed for someone shuffling, and he slid shut the door, finally relaxing. He eyed the futon and smiled. Right now, even that looked good.
***
A slow, confident tread outside his room woke Naraku in a cold sweat, and he watched the door wide-eyed, paranoia rushing in every vein. A tall shadow stopped outside his door, and Naraku stopped breathing, eyes fixed on the elegant form.
"There you are," a female voice said, and the shape of Satsumi rushed towards the other shadow.
"Sorry it took so long," answered a male voice that was - Naraku sent a happy little prayer above - definitely not Sesshomaru's.
They moved away and, relieved, Naraku lay back down, revelling in the now unblocked moonlight. He looked into the rafters and absently noted a small spider spinning away; he smiled slightly and stretched out. Yes, this might just work out after all.
The confident tread was back. That was fast, Naraku thought, looking up just in time to see his door slide open harshly, and a white, golden-eyed spectre scowl down at him.
Naraku was afraid he might have squeaked.
"Naraku," hissed Sesshomaru, and for a moment Naraku expected venom to drip from his mouth as it did from his hand.
Naraku gulped and watched the green glow warily. "S-Sesshomaru. What a surprise to see you here." He tried his slimiest smile, but it came out trembling and did little to calm the enraged dog demon.
"You," hissed Sesshomaru, his eyes taking on a disturbingly reddish sheen. "How dare you run from your punishment?"
"Well, er," managed Naraku, creeping to his feet, "common sense, really." And he bolted for the door, around Sesshomaru's left, and cackled as it became evident the youkai couldn't twist fast enough to catch him.
And then his neck was caught in a dragon's claws.
"I might become somewhat angry with you if you keep doing that," said Sesshomaru, squeezing.
Understatement of the century, that, though the suicidal part of Naraku's brain. He eyed the scaly arm extending from Sesshomaru's left sleeve and managed a smirk. "For me?" he wheezed. "You shouldn't have."
The dog demon sneered and flung him to the floor, sliding the door shut with a disturbing calm.
Naraku swallowed and scrambled into the corner. "Now, don't overreact; surely I'm not the first shag you've had who wasn't a virgin!"
Sesshomaru paced closer and looked down at him. "Still you love her."
"Well," muttered Naraku, "I wouldn't call it love, more-- ergh!! He dangled from the dragon paw, wheezing.
Sesshomaru sneered. "It doesn't matter! When you're mine, you mine! Wholly and completely!"
Then he smiled and Naraku's stomach became an unpleasant, little knot at the sight.
"You never do learn, do you." He let Naraku drop, flexing the scaly appendage.
"Not this again," muttered Naraku, ignoring the happy little chorus in his mind. He watched Sesshomaru undress like Sesshomaru did anything else; curtly, efficiently and somehow so very beautifully.
"Get rid of that thing," said Sesshomaru, gesturing vaguely at the pale kimono wrapped around Naraku.
The spider demon grumbled and undressed with a reluctance he was madly attempting to feel. And then his legs were gone from under him and he sat down hard on the futon. "Sesshomaru!"
"Quiet," growled the dog lord and knelt by him.
Naraku muttered to himself and stretched his legs out in front of him, giving Sesshomaru an annoyed look. "Just get it over with."
Sesshomaru blinked at him in the same way dogs blink when told they cannot eat the spring-festival kimono.
"Look, would you do this, all ready?" snapped Naraku, frustrated at his all ready growing arousal. He was not supposed to like this, dammit.
"Do what?" said Sesshomaru, then smiled softly. "Fuck you rotten?"
Blood rushed to Naraku's face and groin at the same time.
Sesshomaru smiled wider and crept closer. "I do seem to recall something about you liking my talking this way."
"I never said that," croaked Naraku, leaning away a bit.
"No," said Sesshomaru and breathed deeply through his nose, "but I can smell it on you." His smile turned positively predatory. "You want to be fucked hard, don't you, Naraku?"
Naraku licked his lips and shook his head, eyes fixed on Sesshomaru's.
"Oh, yes," he purred, "you want to feel my cock inside you, you little whore..."
Naraku closed his eyes tightly, trying to pretend the world was not spinning madly.
"You want," said Sesshomaru in his ear, "to be fucked until I make you sob for more. You want it hard."
Naraku swallowed.
"You want it deep."
Naraku's lips parted a fraction of an inch.
"And you want it painful."
A small moan slipped out, and Naraku winced.
Sesshomaru hissed softly, the ghost of a laugh, and a scaly hand closed around Naraku's rapidly stiffening shaft. "Don't think for a second, spider, that I don't know every little kink of yours."
"Go to hell," gasped Naraku, shifting his hips slightly and rocking into the dragon paw.
"You like it when I call you a whore?"
Naraku bit his lip hard, trying to suppress the jolt going through him at the word.
"I think you do," said Sesshomaru, his smile wide and fanged in the dim light.
"I-- you can't--"
Sesshomaru chuckled huskily, trailing his free hand down Naraku's back. "Mm... my little whore." The borrowed hand squeezed, welcoming Naraku's rocking. "Are you my pretty, little whore, spider?"
Naraku laughed breathlessly at the thrill shooting through him. "Y-yes..." His mind protested and he ignored it.
Sesshomaru licked his shoulder, trailing his fingers between his buttocks. "Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Sesshomaru..." He broke off in a moan, rocking his hips.
"You're not answering, Naraku," purred Sesshomaru, playing the tips of his lethal claws over the puckered hole. A single digit pushed in fractionally, wringing an undignified gasp from Naraku. "Do you want me to fuck you till you scream?"
"Gods, yes," said Naraku somewhere in between the ragged panting.
"We'll wake up the whole inn," purred Sesshomaru, pushing the tip of another claw in, gently rubbing.
"I-I can be quiet," said Naraku, spreading his legs more.
Sesshomaru chuckled darkly. "I don't want you to be quiet, Naraku. I want you to scream my name so loudly that the whole province knows you're mine." He squeezed gently on Naraku's cock.
Naraku groaned and slumped back onto the futon. "I can be loud, too," he said, gasping.
"Mm, yes," agreed Sesshomaru and smiled ferally. "You can." He moved between Naraku's legs, but rather than claiming him - which Naraku had rather come to expect by now - he lowered his head and lapped at the spider demon's groin.
Naraku moaned raggedly and pressed his cock against those eager lips. "Sesshomaru...!"
Sesshomaru held him still, dragon paw squeezing his thigh, and with maddening slowness drew the tip of his tongue of the head.
Naraku found it difficult to focus, but he wanted to, because Sesshomaru was so beautiful.
Sesshomaru glanced up at him briefly and opened his mouth, lowering his head slowly - oh, gods... - and wrapping his lips around the cock. His teeth grazed the shaft oh-so-lightly, and his tongue pressed to the underside. Then he started sucking.
"Oh..." moaned Naraku, eyes crossing. He let his head fall back on the futon, staring blurrily at the ceiling.
Sesshomaru gently bobbed his head up and down, his bangs tickling Naraku slightly. Naraku raised his hips, and suddenly that wonderful mouth was gone.
"Why-- why did you stop?" said Naraku, blinking blurrily at the youkai.
Sesshomaru smiled coldly and lifted Naraku's thighs with a firm grip on either. Ignoring the spider's wince, he lowered his head again, only this time he went below the cock and--
"Oh," said Naraku, and tried to look like it had not come out in a whimper. "O-oh..." He closed his eyes and spread his legs, fingers digging into the mattress. "Sesshomaru..."
The demon ignored him, nipping and licking, forcing the tip of his tongue inside Naraku again and again, but never quite enough.
"What do you want?" panted Naraku. "Do you want me to beg agai-- oh, gods!"
Sesshomaru was forcing his tongue in deeper and rumbling softly, like a content dog, hand and claw squeezing and kneading his thighs.
Naraku bit his lip to keep silent. The game was back on, and damned if he was going to give this manipulative-- "Oh, Sesshomaru, yes...!" His inner resolve cringed and slunk away.
Sesshomaru drew his tongue out in no great hurry and all but slithered up to cover Naraku, drawing the spider's legs with him till his knees touched his shoulders.
Naraku swallowed, looking into possessive golden eyes. He then looked down to where Sesshomaru's cock rested.
Sesshomaru smirked. He knew it was going to hurt. Naraku knew it was going to hurt.
"You bastard," said Naraku, looking back into those slitted eyes.
"You like it," purred Sesshomaru.
Oh, yes, thought Naraku, and then let the room know how much when Sesshomaru shoved into him harshly.
Sesshomaru chuckled in triumph, his face flushing slightly.
Naraku panted and tried to stop the small whimpers trickling out with each exhalation. "Fuck you."
Sesshomaru shushed him and rolled his hips slowly, letting Naraku feel each movement completely. "Naraku," he said softly.
Naraku, whimpering and arching into him, blinked dazedly. "What?"
"Scream." And then he pulled out swiftly and slammed back in, digging his claws into the soft skin of Naraku's legs.
The spider demon cried out, eyes widening.
"Louder!" Again a hard thrust, rocking Naraku painfully.
Naraku yelped, clawing at the futon and wrapping his calves over Sesshomaru's neck. "H-harder...!"
Sesshomaru snarled and started thrusting hard and fast, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. "I want them to know you're mine," he snarled. "Now scream!"
Naraku sobbed and bucked against him as much as he could. "Please!"
"Scream!"
Sesshomaru plunged into him hard, forcing his back to slip uncomfortably against the fabric beneath him. Naraku screamed.
Above him, the dog demon grinned ferally in triumph and growled, pounding into him with abandon. "Tell them," he panted. "Tell them what you want."
Naraku closed his eyes and moaned. "Fuck me."
"Louder."
"Fuck me!" Naraku arched hard, forcing himself against Sesshomaru. "Fuck me harder! Tear me to pieces, make me your whore, call me whatever you want, just fuck me!"
Sesshomaru groaned and closed his eyes, thrusting harder. "More."
"I want you to fuck me so hard I can't sit for days," gasped Naraku and whimpered. "Deeper; harder; faster!"
Sesshomaru snarled and leaned over him more, forcing himself in as far as he could go.
Naraku yelped and snapped his hips wildly to help him. "Gods, yes! Sesshomaru!" He reached up and grabbed that perfect face, pulling him down for a deep and desperate kiss.
Sesshomaru growled and pushed his tongue in Naraku's unresisting mouth, then reared back, all but slamming into the spider.
Naraku sobbed and whimpered, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, Sesshomaru, oh, gods...!" The youkai ground into him roughly, brushing something wonderful, and bit hard into his neck. Naraku thought he might have screamed again as he released in the blinding white haze.
Sesshomaru snarled and arched back violently, pale and lean and beautiful, spilling himself deep inside Naraku.
Naraku whimpered softly, wheezing for breath, and moaned as Sesshomaru withdrew from him slowly. "I... I think they heard," he managed, smirking slightly.
Sesshomaru rumbled and licked the bitemarks on his neck softly. "Good." He guided Naraku's legs down with a strange gentleness.
Naraku mumbled a response - even he was not sure what it was - and fell into a doze, the pleasant haze of climax still heavy in his mind. Sesshomaru chuckled softly above him, and then he was asleep.
***
Naraku woke up feeling warm. Close by he could smell someone angry - an old anger, so aged as to be cold - and someone who was terrified; the kind of terrified that the sickly deer felt before the tiger. It made him sort of hungry.
He cracked his eyes open slightly, squinting a bit in the bright morning light. Ah. Sesshomaru and the inn-keep. That did explain it.
"Their sleep was interrupted and--"
"I do not care. This room is paid for, is it not?"
"Yes, but--"
"Very well, then. What sounds originate from here is our business."
"But--"
"If your other customers have a problem with it, tell them to take it up with me."
The inn-keep fell silent. Some part of Naraku - Kagewaki, probably - felt a small pang of sympathy for the man. Caught between a rock and Sesshomaru.
Suicidally, the inn-keep started again. "But you must understand, my lord, that you're scaring my other--"
Sesshomaru drew his lips back slowly from those perfect canines and growled, deeply and darkly, in the back of his throat. It was a good growl; one that spoke of howls and screams and lean, grey shapes hunting in the primeval night.
The inn-keep and Onigumo both quailed, and Naraku snuggled deeper into the cover, trying not to shiver.
"R-right," stammered the man. "I'll just leave you two--"
"See to it that you do."
The door slid shut, and the light became a tad more bearable. Sesshomaru turned to look at him, and suddenly Naraku realised he had spent the night. Sesshomaru had spent the night. With him.
The thought brought forth a lot of disturbing emotions, not the least of which was the warm and fuzzy feeling in his belly. Naraku squashed that one and focused on the one that said Sesshomaru may have scented something he should not have.
"You're a hanyou," said Sesshomaru.
Well, damn.
"What of it?" said Naraku, sitting and trying to sound calm. "I thought you'd have figured it out by now."
Sesshomaru snorted. Naraku noticed that he had disposed of the dragon arm and was wrapped in the inn's provided sleeping kimono. "You know very well the extent you've gone to in order to hide it, spider."
Naraku looked up at him. "So what'll you do about it?"
"Why should I do anything?"
"Well," said Naraku, trying not to look as confused as he felt, "you hate half-demons."
"You know your place, don't you?" Sesshomaru quirked an eyebrow at him.
Naraku glared slightly. "I suppose."
"And you will stop at nothing to become a youkai, correct?"
To be free of this blasted heart... "Oh, yes."
"Then I see no problem."
Naraku blinked. This was not right; Sesshomaru ought to punch him, poison him and storm out. That was what Sesshomaru did. And then, before he could stop it, it blurted out. "I kidnapped Rin," he said. "I told Kagura to take her when you weren't around."
Sesshomaru stared at him. "Well," he said, "you're just going to have to give her back."
"What?" said Naraku. "No! Why should I?"
"Because I told you to," said Sesshomaru and shrugged out of the kimono. "Now move over. I spent the night half on the floor, and now I'd like some proper sleep."
Naraku grudgingly moved over. "I'm not giving her back."
"Yes, you are," said Sesshomaru and settled down beside him.
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are." Sesshomaru closed his eyes and relaxed.
"I'm not, Sesshomaru," said Naraku firmly.
"Yes, you are. Now shut up."
Naraku fell silent and scowled at the spider in the rafters. When Sesshomaru's breathing had calmed and slowed, he muttered, "I'm really not."
"Yes, you are."
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