This story contains the following: homosexual relationships, graphic abuse (verbal, physical, and sexual), descriptive sex scenes, major OOCness, uke Sessh, AU setting.
7 June 2013: I can't believe how long it's been since I posted the first chapter of this story. I was pretty young at that time, so I've decided to edit these chapters…all thirty-five of them. Nothing major will change, no rereads are necessary. Just cleaning up technical errors and changing everyone's ages. As always, thank you to everyone who's read my fic over the years. When I began, I never imagined it would gain all attention it has received.
Thoughts
Flashbacks
'Thoughts within Flashbacks'
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Away From the Dark
"Fuck, you can't do anything right!"
A loud thud resonated as a man was thrown against the wall. He cringed at the sound of the booming voice, the person yelling was only a few inches away from his face.
"I'm sorry. It won't happen again," Sesshomaru apologized quietly.
"For your sake, that better be true," he spat. "Now get out of my sight."
"Yes, Naraku."
Sesshomaru quickly went to the bedroom he and his husband shared. He knew better than to further provoke an angry Naraku. The reason he was so mad at the moment was because he'd ordered the younger man to come home early from work and 'be ready' for him. To be ready meant to be the demanding male's sex slave for the rest of the night—whether Sesshomaru was willing or not. He shed his shirt then walked over to the mirror to examine himself.
No bruises this time around...he had gotten off lightly.
Guess I should be grateful for that.
Sesshomaru couldn't help but scoff at that thought. That was the last thing he was. For what did he have to be grateful for? He was married to an abusive asshole, even if he didn't want to admit it. He spent most days trying to please Naraku and avoid invoking his violent wrath. Things had been great in the beginning, but that changed years ago. Sesshomaru got to see the kind of person Naraku truly was—an evil, twisted bastard.
Each day, he contemplated doing something so infuriating that Naraku would get fed up and finally just end the younger man's life.
But he had to shake his head free of those thoughts. Death wasn't an option for him, no matter how badly he yearned for it sometimes. His hands drifted to his upper arms as he hugged himself briefly. Then his eyes went to his chest and arms, to the various scars marring the pale skin. They were the only visible proof of Sesshomaru's suffering.
He frowned. The urge to die gnawed at his brain but he knew he couldn't do anything. There was one reason he had to stay—stay with Naraku, stay alive…for their daughter, Rin.
Rin was a sweet seven year old girl. Sesshomaru and Naraku adopted her when she was just a baby. The couple had seemed stable enough to raise a child. Maybe it'd been an act, or perhaps they were a normal couple all those years ago. Sesshomaru didn't know.
The mother, being only sixteen, decided that Rin would have a better life with these two men than with her. It was safe to say that Rin did have a 'good' life. It was only Sesshomaru who was exposed to the true Naraku. The older male treated Rin with love and care, never did he so much as raise his voice around her. And never would he yell or hit his husband in front of her. Sesshomaru was still shocked all these years later to discover how much Naraku 'cared' for the little girl. But she was just someone the black-haired man used against him.
"Daddy, Papa! I'm home!" a person yelled as the front door shut. Despite the situation, Sesshomaru smiled. He loved that little bundle of energy, she always brightened up his day. But on a more selfish note, it also meant he wouldn't have to put up with Naraku…until she went to sleep for the night. He stood and went downstairs to greet his daughter.
"Hi, Papa!" Rin said to Sesshomaru. She left the embrace with her daddy and ran over to him. He picked her up, ignoring the glare from the other occupant in the room.
"How was school today?" Sesshomaru asked.
The little girl went on to ramble about her day. She was the type of person who could talk for hours, but too soon Naraku was sending her upstairs to finish her homework. The door to her room closed and the two men were all alone.
Red eyes narrowed. "I thought I sent you away," Naraku growled.
"I came down to see my daughter, not you," he said through gritted teeth. The dark-haired male took a step towards him. He stood his ground.
"Oh, I see it's one of those days, is it?" Naraku laughed then charged at Sesshomaru, pinning him to the wall. "I guess you can still do what you were supposed to."
Sesshomaru pushed him away in a fury. Every once in a while he would snap and fight his spouse. Very rarely it paid off, so usually it only meant that Naraku would be harsher to reestablish his dominance. Sesshomaru promised himself that tonight Naraku would not be getting what he wanted. He was tempted to leave but with how angry he was he couldn't. He didn't want Naraku to think he won. Not this time. No, he'd stay and show the bastard he wasn't as weak as he thought.
The older man ran towards him again. He tried to leap out of the way but Naraku grabbed him by his hair. "Let me go!" he yelled.
He brought him close so that he was whispering in Sesshomaru's ear. "I'd be quieter if I were you. You wouldn't want Rin to hear, would you?" He smirked.
Instead of shouting, Sesshomaru settled for a glare before escaping the grasp. He took a few steps back, a look of hatred on his face. "Not tonight," he said.
The man only laughed. "Have you forgotten who's in control? You follow my rules. Guess I'll just have to re-teach you."
The pair fought, neither speaking to avoid Rin's attention. However, as they continued to punch and kick each other, they failed to hear a door upstairs open then shut. Or the footsteps that stopped on top of the stairs.
Sesshomaru ran at Naraku, only to be caught in a headlock. The older man's knee collided with his stomach and knocked the wind out of him. Naraku was about to do more to him when suddenly a voice belonging to neither of them spoke.
"Daddy? Papa?" Rin called.
Golden eyes looked up. "You're lucky she didn't decide to come down," he whispered viciously. They were mostly hidden around the corner.
Naraku's response was gripping him tighter before answering their child. "Yes, what is it?"
"I need help with my homework." Then she started to come down.
"She better not see us like this!" Sesshomaru choked out.
He let him go then walked towards the stairs a bit. "I'll be up there in a few minutes. Wait for me in your room."
"Okay!"
They waited for the door to close again. Naraku turned around to teach his defiant spouse a lesson when he met Sesshomaru's fist. The black- haired male was on the verge of passing out and he cursed himself mentally. Then before he knew it, he was punched again with such force that he couldn't help but give in to the darkness.
…
"I'm dead when he wakes up," Sesshomaru whispered to himself.
He paced back and forth in their bedroom. After he knocked Naraku out, he placed him on the couch, cleaned himself up a bit, and then helped Rin with her homework. He told her not to disturb Daddy because he was tired. But that was a while ago, now she was taking her bath before bed. Naraku would come up anytime now. And then he'd really let Sesshomaru have it.
And all because I got off of work late.
That morning Naraku told Sesshomaru that he had better be home by four. He was to be ready for what he had planned. But just as the white-haired man was about to leave work, some last minute things came up that had to be taken care of. It was almost six by the time he arrived home and upon entry, he was greeted by a furious Naraku.
"Did I not say to be home at four?" he calmly spoke.
"You did," Sesshomaru mumbled.
"What was that?"
"You did," he repeated louder. "Just as I was leaving, something came up and I-"
"I don't want to hear your excuses."
"No, just listen! I was on my way, I swear!"
"I told you to do something and you disobeyed."
"Naraku…"
His calm demeanor finally snapped. "Fuck, you can't do anything right!"
Now Sesshomaru was sitting in their room, knowing punishment would come but determined to not let it happen. Then he heard footsteps slowly coming up the stairs, almost as if to torture him with anticipation. The noise eventually stopped and he stared at the door. A few moments later, it burst open and Naraku walked in with a twisted smirk on his face.
"You know what's next," he murmured.
'Not if I can help it,' Sesshomaru thought before pushing himself up.
