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Thunderstorm	By : neffinesse Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1896 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Thunderstorm
- 1
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: First off, I've no excuse for this. The pairing makes no sense in canon, as Naraku and Hiten never actually met. So, er, that's why it's an AU. Second, I neglected Manten in this. I am so sorry. Please, everyone, love Manten a little so he won't feel left out.
Thunderstorm
Lightning split the ancient log neatly into two smouldering pieces. Hiten cackled and landed, flinging his spear negligently into the ground. "Good fun, eh, Manten?"
His brother nodded his massive head eagerly and dissolved the cloud holding him up. "Mm, we should've found these shards earlier. This is the most fun I've had in ages."
Hiten flicked his long braid over one shoulder, absently noting the customary envious sigh from Manten, and kicked the young girl curled up at his feet. "Oi, wench! Get up or we'll have to eat you alive."
She sobbed and scrambled to her feet, yukata torn and obi missing. "Please, please, I just want to go home..."
Hiten cackled. "What home? We're going to send you to join your family; you should be grateful for that much." He noted with approval that the newly falling rain plastered the pale cloth to her body.
She sobbed and clutched at her stomach, and Manten sighed. "Can I not boil her?"
"Food first," said Hiten, "then you can turn her into whatever the hell you want."
Manten perked up his great, ugly head and patted his measly hairs. "Will you want to enjoy her before we eat, brother?"
Hiten grinned and grabbed the girl's chin tightly. "Certainly." He sighed. "But first nature calls. Make sure she doesn't run." He spun gracefully and marched to the forest's edge, unlacing himself.
"It will be better if you stop crying," he heard Manten tell the girl. He snorted, absently eyeing the woods and their beauty in the sharp light of the thunderstorm. He spotted a strangely formed acorn and decided to bring it home to his sister. Souten would love another one for her collection.
Another bolt of lightning reduced the trees to contrasted caricatures, but - and Hiten blinked in shock, lacing himself back up - one highlight faded to a pale grey smudge, obscured by the rain. He squinted at the shape.
Is someone there? He thought he sensed a vague whiff of power, similar to the shards embedded in his forehead. Heading back to his brother, he yanked his spear free. "Manten, I think I found another contributor. Stay here." Ignoring his brother's worried objections, Hiten flitted into the trees, towards the pale spectre.
It was confusing, down on the ground and among the trees, for someone used to the massive thunderclouds and tearing winds. Hiten could dodge lightning in his sleep, but he found himself slapped by dozens of leaves and thin branches. One swiped his cheek hard enough to leave a shallow, stinging cut.
He snarled and moved faster. The grey figure seemed to move ahead of him, coming neither closer nor farther. Were it not for the persistent sense of power and the traces of a badly hidden aura, Hiten would have suspected the figure to be an optical illusion.
A bolt of lightning lit up the spectre sharply, and for a second it seemed a distorted skull grinned at the thunder demon. Hiten flinched, then scowled, moving even faster; and this time he seemed to be gaining.
Coming closer he could see the figure moving in a strange sort of loping crawl, twisting too and fro, sometimes moving ahead, sometimes moving backwards to look at him, but never did it pause. The strange face leered at him, then flicked away behind an ancient tree.
Hiten followed only to trip over a root, splashing ungracefully into a muddy puddle. Swearing, he stumbled to his feet, looking around for the creature. Then he fell silent.
It watched him, no more than twenty feet away. Even this close the rain made it hard to see, but it was covered in a shaggy fur and the face seemed to be an empty-eyed baboon. A mask, Hiten realised as he straightened, his spear clenched in his fist. "Oi! Who are you?"
The phantom stayed silent, watching him.
Hiten stepped closer, a growl crossing his face. "Some sort of weakling trying to take my shards? You can't even hide your aura properly."
Still; no sound, no move.
"Do you have any idea who I am?" demanded Hiten, pointing the crooked blades of his weapon at it.
"Hiten," it said suddenly, in a smooth and undeniably male voice, "of the Thunder Tribe."
Hiten faltered for a brief second and became all the more enraged for it. "That's right! You got shards, don't you?"
The demon bowed his cowled head in a nod.
"Give them to me."
"No."
Hiten grinned. All right, this was finally going somewhere. "Then I'll take them."
"No."
"Eh?" Hiten blinked at him, eyebrows knitting.
"I'll take yours." And then there were a storm of lesser demons, as if summoned from the folds of that dirty pelt.
Hiten roared and covered his face, lashing furiously at the attackers, only to feel a cold hand tighten on his neck and his back press against a tree. "What--" he managed to wheeze, opening one eye a crack.
The lesser demons swirled around the tree, screeching and wailing, and underneath the mask - ragged with age - a pair of pale, colour-less lips, like those of a corpse, stretched into a smile. "There now. Drop your spear."
"Fuck you," gasped Hiten and swung his leg, feeling his foot connect with something solid beneath the fur.
The hand withdrew and the demon smiled. "Did you consider that you can only feel my aura because I let you?" Then the aura was gone and - amazingly - any hint of power as well and, for all intents and purposes, Hiten stood before a normal human in a baboon cloak.
"A barrier," said Hiten softly. A thought appeared and he grinned ferally. "You got that from the shards? I have got to have those now!" He swung the spear.
The demon jumped away in that unnervingly stiff way.
"So what's your name?" said Hiten gleefully, following the demon closely.
The demon ducked a too-close swing of the spear.
Hiten gritted his teeth and stabbed at the creature, but it nimbly dodged away, sweeping behind him. He spun and roared, "Your name!"
"Naraku," said the demon, "if you must know." He jumped over the spear, feet tapping on Hiten's shoulder briefly, and landed behind him.
Hiten spun again, barely resisting the temptation to fry Naraku. Among the old, tall trees, lightning would be an extremely bad idea. "What do you want?!"
Naraku chuckled, a deep, chilling sound, and moved with a speed that made the all ready dizzy Hiten stumble. "Why, your shards of course."
Hiten hit the ground hard, water splashing and seeping into his armour. He winced and squirmed, but a weight on his chest stopped him. He squinted through the raindrops up into the cadaver grin of the baboon mask.
"Of course," said Naraku, "I also want revenge."
"Revenge?" spat Hiten, glaring and trying to pry himself out of the mud. "For what?"
Naraku held up a section of his now even grimier pelt, and Hiten saw a clean slice, the hair around the edges blackened and stiff. "I like this pelt. Now I have to mend it."
"You're breaking my fucking heart," said Hiten, customary sneer firmly in place.
Naraku chuckled. "Such language." And with a disturbingly graceful toss - what did it remind Hiten of? - he flung the pelt away and down, and Hiten saw his tormentor, all pale skin, tangled black locks and, above all, rounded ears.
Hiten snorted darkly. "Look at you; I bet you're just a half-demon." The glare and vicious backhand told him he had been right, and his joy mingled with the anger of being pinned by a damn hanyou. "Gods; no wonder you want those shards! You've no power without them!" Another backhand, and Hiten spat blood on the wet ground, laughing.
Naraku narrowed his crimson eyes and sneered. "That may be, but I'm not the one with my back in the mud; nor am I the one about to pay for another pelt."
"You think I'm gonna give you money, hanyou?" laughed Hiten, struggling to free an arm. If he could just bring up the spear...
"Money is worthless for this," said Naraku and grabbed the spear, flinging it into the tree towering above them.
"Hey!"
"What? Afraid I'll damage your precious heir-loom?" purred Naraku and stood a little from his position on Hiten's chest.
Hiten snarled and reared up, lightning igniting between his fingers. To hell with the trees; he wanted this bastard dead. Naraku laughed, a cold hand grabbed his wrist and suddenly he was facedown in the mud, sputtering and swearing, both hands pinned behind his back. "What the hell?!"
"That wasn't nice. You'll bring the entire forest down on us."
"I'm not seeing the problem. I could survive, hanyou; could you?"
Naraku yanked on his braid hard enough to bring tears to his eyes. "Please refrain from using that word," said Naraku in his ear. "It only makes me angry, which makes me hurt you, which makes me-- well..." He chuckled huskily and pressed the full length of his body against Hiten.
The thunder demon felt very keenly exactly what hurting him did to Naraku. "Oh," he said, more tremulously than he would have liked, "fuck you."
Naraku ignored him and, keeping his hands pinned with one slender corpse-hand, began to tear Hiten's fine clothing.
"Let go of me! Gods, you sick fuck! Pervert! Lunatic!" Hiten knew he was growing increasingly frantic, but he neither could nor would stop himself. The obvious implication of Naraku's actions twisted his stomach in ugly little knots.
"Be quiet," ordered Naraku, voice amused, and ripped away the ties holding Hiten's armour. His gauntlets were torn away, the ribbons criss-crossing his chest and then, in one move, Naraku moved off him and yanked off his boots and pants.
To hell with decency, thought Hiten triumphantly, he just let me go. He spun onto his back, mud and water splashing with the movement, and brought his hands up. Naraku dove between them and kissed him, and Hiten blinked in shock. Bite him! screamed his mind. Fry him! But the world seemed different; the rain falling on the ground became a deafening roar, then faded away till nothing at all, and--
Were the stars showing through the clouds?
Naraku drew back from the kiss and smiled, plumes of purple smoke escaping his mouth. Hiten tried to make a sound, but noticed lazy spirals escape from his own mouth to be torn apart in the rain.
"There," said Naraku. "I would've preferred to keep you fighting, but you were right. I'm not that powerful yet." He smiled, and in Hiten's muddled mind the smile stretched from ear to ear. "This will do."
"Let-- let go of me."
"No." Naraku chuckled, and his hand slipped beneath the string of Hiten's loincloth and tugged. Hiten felt the sleeve of his rain-heavy kimono drag over his skin.
Hiten's mind was struggling, but he could not bring himself to care. The clouds above him took on a strangely pink tint, and he felt the full extent of Naraku's aura. The half-demon had not lied; he was not powerful enough to bring down Hiten in a full out battle. Not, slurred his mind defiantly, like it'll help me now. Hiten closed his eyes and bid it shut up.
"Look at me," Naraku ordered, and his chill hand closed around Hiten's flaccid cock, kneading gently.
Hiten gasped, his eyes popping open. He tried to be ashamed of the speed with which blood rushed to his member, ashamed that he was aroused by the touch of a man, but it felt so good... "Gods."
"So you can, in fact, do what you're told." Naraku smiled his corpse-grin again.
Hiten looked at him, vision bleary, and tried to say something - anything - to wipe that terrifyingly triumphant grin off his face. Naraku chuckled and lowered his head, teeth closing around Hiten's left nipple. The thunder demon managed a grunt, but he could not push the other away. His head fell back in the muddy water with a splash. He noticed the rain had stopped, though dark clouds still loomed overhead. How long since that happened?
Naraku moved his nips and kisses down along Hiten's stomach, but to Hiten's surprise and annoyance he paid no more attention to the now straining cock. Instead he lifted Hiten's legs harshly into the air and trailed his tongue between the buttocks.
"What the hell--" croaked Hiten, eyes wide on the pale face. Crimson eyes met his own, and Hiten got the impression that Naraku was smiling. The tongue lapped eagerly at the opening, light nips scattered liberally across the cheeks. Hiten swallowed and forced back a whimper, letting his head slump back. His hair was completely soaked.
Naraku guided the thunder demon's legs over his shoulders and pulled his buttocks apart, licking hard and slowly. This time Hiten groaned softly. Naraku smiled ferally and continued, prodding with a thumb and his tongue.
Hiten gasped and arched, spreading his legs to the invasion. His mind had descended into a pleasant haze, and Naraku's ministrations his whole body tingle.
Naraku smiled and lowered Hiten abdomen to rest on his lap. Hiten blinked at him, noticing that his hakama were riding low on his hips, untied. "Relax, now," purred the spider - spider, that was what Naraku reminded him of -, "or this will hurt."
"Wh-what...?" Hiten muttered blurrily, then arched and cried out, eyes going wide. "Gods!"
Naraku smiled, slightly out of breath, then shifted and forced more of his cock into the thunder demon. "Why do you call them?"
A sob wrenched its way out of Hiten's throat, and he dug his fingers into the muddy ground.
"Does it hurt?" said Naraku quietly, sheathing himself fully.
"Yes," said Hiten through gritted teeth. But it should hurt more, shouldn't it? continued his mind.
Naraku chuckled and panted, pressing Hiten's legs closer to his own chest. "Good." He brushed a brief kiss over Hiten's knee, pulling his shaft slowly out. The thunder demon keened deep in his throat, arching, and Naraku smiled ferally. He pushed back in, in one cruel thrust, and Hiten screamed. Naraku groaned and began thrusting hard, settling into a steady rhythm, moving Hiten's hips with the firm grip on his thighs.
Hiten gritted his teeth against the undignified gasps and arched to ease the passage. The invasion had woken him partly, and he could see his spear embedded in the tree. If he could just...
Naraku slipped a hand down to the small of Hiten's back, supporting him and forcing him still to accept each thrust. "Very good," he groaned, head dipping low and wet hair tumbling over Hiten's stomach and stiff cock. "Very, very good, Hiten. Now if you could just..." He snapped his hips sharply, driving into the other with sudden force.
"Ah!" Hiten tried to bite it back, but with that sound the gates had been opened, and he groaned and yelped with each thrust. "Gods, gods; go to-- Ah! Go to hell! Gods!"
Naraku groaned and threw his head back, eyes closed and mouth twisted in sadistic pleasure. "I have."
"Fuck you, hanyou," growled Hiten and arched to catch another glimpse of his spear. Oh, gods, it's so good... He closed his eyes tightly and grunted with frustration. If he could just... He twisted, brought his foot to Naraku shoulder and shoved, forcing that intrusive - wonderful - cock out of him. Without a backwards glance and ignoring the twinge of pain, he scrambled to his feet, going for the spear.
Only to slam hard into thin air as if it had been a solid wall.
Naraku chuckled behind him. Of course, thought Hiten. "The barrier." He tried to pretend he was not panting and flushed with lust.
"I can remove it if you want."
Hiten ignored him and snarled, pushing against the barrier, pouring power into it. Then suddenly the pink tint on the world was gone, the rain was pouring down and Hiten slammed full-force into the tree holding his spear. "Oof..."
"Well," said Naraku, "isn't this perfect." And suddenly he was there, against Hiten's back, all wet clothes and rock-hard cock.
Hiten swallowed. "Get off."
"No," purred Naraku and nuzzled into Hiten's neck, a cold hand grabbing his thigh hard and forcing it up to hook over the tree. "Now hold still." Hiten felt the prodding, and then Naraku forced himself - slowly, agonisingly slowly - back inside. He moaned, clammy breath tickling Hiten's ear.
Hiten hissed for breath, resting his forehead against the wet bark, hand limply grasping his spear. "I'll kill you..."
Naraku chuckled weakly. "No." He rocked his hips gently, testing. "Lean forward."
"Fuck you."
Naraku laughed and grabbed his waist tightly, forcing him back hard. Hiten keened, clenching his eyes shut. It felt so fucking good. The spider demon made a soft sound and started moving faster, pulling out further and further, and pushing back in with increasing force. "Hiten..." he said teasingly, hand straying from its tight grip on Hiten's hip to stroke his straining cock.
"Wh-what?" Hiten gritted out, knuckles white with the force used to clutch at tree and spear.
"Are you making this more enjoyable on purpose?"
Hiten realised he was clenching around Naraku's shaft, as if to keep him there. He managed to sneer over his shoulder, gasping for breath. "Go to hell."
Naraku laughed and his face twisted. "Too late for that." He squeezed Hiten's cock, hard enough to drive a yelp from him, and slammed into him suddenly.
The thrust brushed something, deep in Hiten, and his eyes popped open. "Gods!" He wanted more, wanted it again, and he pushed back eagerly. "Do it again!"
"Beg me," laughed Naraku, groaning with joy as he plunged deeply into the eager thunder demon.
Hiten gritted his teeth stubbornly and pressed his face to the bark, silent.
"Ohh," moaned Naraku in mock-disappointment and shifted his hips, slamming back into that wonderful spot.
Hiten hissed and whimpered, shoving his hips back hard, twisting and squirming to guide the invading cock. "Gods... Would you just fucking do it?!"
Naraku snarled and clamped blunt human fingers into Hiten's waist, resuming his thrusts with sadistic brutality.
Pressing his cheek hard against the bark, Hiten mewled, digging his claws into the ancient tree, feeling it rasp at the skin of his thigh. "So fucking good," he hissed between gritted teeth, shoving back eagerly.
"I'm glad you think so," purred Naraku breathlessly, tongue creeping out to flicker at his ear. His hand tightened around Hiten's cock as he sped up, slamming into the tight hole. "Oh, Hiten..."
Hiten gasped and mewled into the tree, tasting rain wet bark on his lips, bucking to accept Naraku's full length. It reached so deep and felt so right. He felt his abdomen lurch in ecstasy and gasped, "Oh, gods!" His hips snapped forward harshly and his come splattered over the spider demon's hand.
Naraku moaned harshly into his shoulder, forcing himself in as hard as he could go. "Oh, Hiten, Hiten..."
"Gods," whimpered Hiten, clamping around Naraku's cock, yelping when a final thrust pinned him hard against the tree and human teeth bit onto his neck fiercely.
The rain pattered around them, and Naraku released a shuddering sigh, pulling out and away from Hiten. The thunder demon sat heavily in the mud, panting for breath and holding his shoulder. Purplish droplets crept out from between his fingers and, with a groan, he fell backwards. Naraku's cold hand passed over his brow, and then the shards embedded there were gone. "Hey, no..." he managed thickly, blinking.
Naraku smiled down at him and tucked the shards away. "Your brother has two, yes?"
"Don't hurt him," mumbled Hiten, trying to keep his eyes open. "He's just a kid..."
Naraku made his unnerving chuckle, sweeping his soggy pelt about him. "I won't." He reached up and yanked Hiten's spear free of the tree, then bent and lifted Hiten himself. The thunder demon finally surrendered to the inviting darkness on the edge of his vision.
***
"Where is he?" Manten paced, absently patting back his few hairs and staring into the dark forest. The girl was curled up and silent, watching him fearfully. There was nothing among the trees but rain and shadows, and the world was silent.
Then it went mad.
The girl screamed and dove for cover behind the boulders lining the riverbank, covering her head from the onslaught of maddened forest spirits. Manten roared, lightning singing the few not quick enough to dodge. "Hiten!"
His brother fell limply on the ground and a white spectre stood above him, eyeing Manten.
"Who are you? What did you do to Hiten?!"
"Nothing he won't recover from."
Manten glares and prepared to give him the same treatment as the lesser mononoke had received.
The demon made a soft, irritated sound. "I suppose I shall have to bring you too." A blast of miasma slammed Manten back, and the two shards on his muzzle tore free and disappeared in the stranger's cloak.
"Hey, you can't--" The words dissolved in coughing and Manten staggered. "H-Hiten..." And he fell, slowly and silently, out before he even hit the ground.
Another blast of miasma, and all three demons were gone.
The girl ran, never looking back.
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