Title: Anata to Ita Toki (When There Was Me and You)
Authoress: Lady Constantine
Fandom from Which This Fiction Hails: Inuyasha
Genre: Romance/Angst
Parings: NarakuXSesshomaru/NarakuXInuyasha (Subject to be edited as story progresses)
Warnings: This story swears a lot and contains a lot of sexually explicit stuff. Mostly rated for mature content—sexual innuendos and vile language.
Summary:
When the man of destruction lies down with the ground beneath him— he still gathers dirt does he not?
Shounen ai-yaoi-possibly-later ficlet. Written in Naraku's point of view, in an alternate universe, nothing much has changed though. A 'Prince and the Pauper' type story. Rated for a few raunchy chapters. Read and Review please!
Author's Note: I'm not sure if there will be gay-bashings or not because my research indicates that there wasn't much during this time period.
Please read and review, this is my first "Boy Love" fiction and I really need the feedback. Enjoy!
Prologue
He whispered in subtly and confidently all the things he wished to do with me… All the things he wanted to do to me, rather. A malicious grin crept onto his face; I gasped and blushed, shaking my head 'no'. He laughed— the cute one he used when he knew he was going to get his way.
I focused my eyes on the horizon, trying to alleviate my feelings, as well as the blush from my face. The blush never fully faded…
"You look cute like that…" he sat next to me on the edge of the dock.
We watched the sun kiss the ocean—waves crashing against each other and against the rocks. Rebelling against the sun that lay on top of it. I shuddered as the tide came in, the air becoming cooler as the waves rocked—and so I rocked too.
We watched the waves turn and foam and froth white at the tip. He grinned wider as I shivered— obviously thinking of the same motions.
Coming closer he entwined his hand in mine, and the other hand in loose strands of hair by my ear. Again he whispered erotic nonsense in my ear, each word becoming more and more forceful until I gave an audible moan, then a gasp as I realized what I had done.
"Stop!" I said half-heartedly, he chuckled lightly and brushed my cheeks with his hair.
"That was a wonderful sound you just made… I hope to hear you to it again…" It was just like him to be so wicked, taking advantage of both my naivety and tenderness. He must have seen the abashed look on my face, because for a brief moment his smiled turned into a more sorrowful—apologetic one. I dismissed it, harrumphed and turned away.
"You can't be playing with my emotions like this!" I looked out of the corner of my eye to see that the old smile was back.
"I was only kidding around." I nodded, but still ignored him. One thing I learned about him— that was almost a constant for every situation no matter how much he had changed—was that he absolutely, positively, abhorred being ignored or when he wasn't answered orally.
I had done both.
He grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me around. Before I had a chance to revolt, he was kissing me. He felt me all over with those smooth hands trying to get that same reaction he got before.
Mission completed...
I felt that grin creep on his face again as he shoved his tongue in my mouth. I had no choice but to let myself go to him, but it was what I wanted anyway.
We had kissed until the sun had disappeared into the sea, leaving the rising moon to own the night sky. He stopped briefly to remind me of what I already knew.
"You know how much I hate it when you do that..." I nodded to tempt him again. I loved it when he got angry with me, but I gave him a verbal response anyway.
"Sorry..." I said in a whisper. I didn't want him to know how much pleasure I had gotten out of it, but I had a feeling he already knew.
I took this moment to be the kisser not the kissed. He was surprised by my forcefulness, but didn't reject it. After allowing me to have my few minutes of dominance, he pulled away...
"How long has it been, that we have counted the days that we could be together...like this…" he crooked his fingers to count.
"Forever…" It was a rhetorical question but it seemed like forever since the day I first saw him and the day he first kissed me...
Kissing me on the neck he mumbled, "How can I make up that much passion lost in just one night...?"
"It doesn't just have to be one night..." I chuckled. It was basically an open invitation for him to do whatever he wanted right about now. He got the hint. He made a 'shushing' motion. Obviously we're not planning on being done for the night...
Or anytime soon… Author's Note: YAY! Prologue over! I think I made Naraku as submissive as he is so he could tell the story as passionately as I have presented so far.