Inuyasha and all its characters are created by Rumiko Takahashi. I merely occasionally borrow them for my own twisted purposes. For my dear Nee-chan, Salome.
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"Release me." Sesshoumaru tensed his muscles, testing the fleshy bonds that held him prone. Bonds that didn't budge.
"You'll get your release soon enough," Naraku assured him, his eyes greedily devouring the pale feast laid before him. Oh, how he would savor this rare delicacy!
"You said you would not use these things. I took you at your word. You are without honor."
"You took the word of a filthy hanyou? Yes, I know what you think of me," the dark lord sneered. "I said I would not fuck you with them. And I won't. But that does not mean I won't put them to other use."
"You said you would take my fuck. I did not give you leave to rape me," the fair lord stated dispassionately.
Naraku lovingly ran long, slender noble's fingers along the velvet length of the magnificent cock arcing achingly skyward before him. "How can you call it rape, when you obviously want this so badly?" he purred, watching the inuyoukai carefully for any reaction. "Or is it rape if you are not the one in control?" Some unnamed emotion flickered briefly behind the cool amber gaze. His own carmine eyes widened in realization, "That's it, isn't it?" he exclaimed gleefully, looming over his captive paramour. "You want to be taken!"
A small huff of protest fell from Sesshoumaru's lips as the hanyou abomination wound his tentacles more firmly about his limbs. Although he had chosen to associate with Naraku for precisely this reason, he had hoped that the other would not discover his weakness, his need to be dominated, to relinquish all control, quite so soon.
Naraku gave a low moan of satisfaction as he impaled himself upon the marble hardness of the other demon. How he looked forward to breaking this pretty toy!