Deep Forest
Sesshoumaru was numb. He didn't feel warm or cold, and the only heat rose in him when he on occasion thought of his father's other son, the hanyou scum that had shamed his noble and proud family. There was the girl Rin at his side, and she shed some light on him but his heart was empty and longed for something more.
He stared in to the fire, Rin sleeping quietly behind him. The demon prince rose, his robes rustling softly . He lightly brushed him self off and gazed at the beauty that was night. The stars were freshly dusted and shone sharply throughout the cloudless expanse of the heavens while the pale-faced moon look cold down on the world. He loved the moon, but also hated it deeply, for he saw something of himself in it.
The forest was sleeping it seemed. All was still and Sesshoumaru pass through the great trees, their bark and the under sides of their leave turn silver in the moon's cold light. The dewy grass seemed to glow with the silvery illumination, it's frigid little fingers long enough too brush at his ankles.
So Sesshoumaru passed through the forest like a phantom, appearing to have a gauze like aura shrouding him. He moved steadily till he reached a clearing directly beneath the moon. The prince found him self leaning against the large tree in the center of the glade, his eyes sliding closed.. and then there was another being... another demon! Sesshoumaru's eyes snapped open, his mind alerted and poison started to his in his claws, he turned his eyes to see Naraku leaning next to him.
"Be still, Lord Sesshoumaru..." He was dressed differently than the demon was familiar, wearing something much like his own garb only in a deep shade of purple, his long dark hair was hanging freely in shining dark waves, "I don't mean you any harm."
The other demon's eyes were closed, his expression smug, fingers inter locked in front of him. His attitude irritated Sesshoumaru to no end. Then with out warn Naraku was in front of him his hands to either side of Sesshoumaru's shoulders. The demon Prince found him self gazing in to Naraku's eyes that now seemed to hold a sentimentality that had now been there before, Sesshoumaru started to find him self truly look back, his face softening.
"Beautiful..." Naraku murmured.
"What?!" Sesshoumaru caught himself. His face hardened again, his back became more ridged, ready to attack.
Naraku's hand moved slowly to grasp Sesshoumaru 's jaw, gently tilting it upward to look more directly at his face.
"Your beautiful you know that, Sesshoumaru.." Naraku was leaning closer to him, Sesshoumaru felt his pulse quickening.
"W-what are you thinking about!? Naraku!?" Sesshoumaru was stuttering dumbly unable to control his thoughts or heart any longer.
"This..." Before Sesshoumaru could move Naraku's lips where on his, softly caressing them. He stiffened. His palms pressed against the smooth trunk of the tree as Naraku kissed him. Then He softened , his hand relaxed and his moth and he was kissing Naraku back, some new fir burning in his chest. Sesshoumaru felt Naraku's tongue enter his mouth, his hands rising to pull Naraku closer to him...
Anger suddenly shot through Sesshoumaru.... NO! He hated Naraku, his very presence irritated him! His hand, that rested now on Naraku's shoulders, were pushing him away. The surprised demon lost his balance and started to fall backwards frantically grabbing Sesshoumaru's robes, pulling them both down in to the thick, dewy grass. Now Sesshoumaru hand his hand on either side of Naraku's shoulders. He looked down at the slightly larger demon and was shocked at the beauty he saw in him.
Naraku lay beneath him, arms resting slightly above his head. His face was radiant in the center of the rippling dark sea that was his hair, his blood like eyes where half closed, his lips, moist, pouty and slightly opened. Sesshoumaru's fury only rose as he held him there.
"YOU!" The demon lord's Face was a mask of anger, "HOW DARE YOU DO THAT!?"
Sesshoumaru's Jaw was set, his brow stitched with rage, looking for fear in Naraku's face, only to see the demon looking away, looking more than a touch annoyed.
"I'm sorry. I Shouldn't have done that, but you didn't seem to mind a moment ago," He looked back at the angry demon, "I in fact I think you rather liked it..."
"Shut up!" The demon lord couldn't take it. He felt near the edge of crying, just from the shear confusion of his feelings.
"You be quite! Cant you see that I'm in love with you Sesshoumaru!?" Naraku was looking back at him with the same anger he had felt. He assessed Sesshoumaru's look of surprise and was silent for a moment. But Naraku wasn't finished yet, and he spat his confession with a bitter rage that left Sesshoumaru speechless, "That's right you arrogant jackass. I watched quietly from a distance and slowly fell in love with you. Your cold beauty, your cold heart, your power, do you under stand, you were irresistible, perfect, and damn! What a fool I was to think the ice on your heart would melt for and let me in like it did for that little girl! To think I was bested by a human. But it's over and done with now and if you'll be kind enough to move, I'll be leaving now!"
Sesshoumaru felt a fear rise in him. At first he was confused but then he realized he did not want Naraku to leave him, that some how he shared Naraku's feelings, and his leaving would tear his heart to pieces. He felt vulnerable and fragile, completely new feelings that he didn't completely enjoy.
"I.... I don't want you to..."
With amazing speed Sesshoumaru was on his back, practically winded, gasping slightly for air. Naraku was looking down at him, more an angry than ever.
"Now it's my turn on top... YOU NEED TO MAKE UP YOUR MIND LITTLE BOY! I DON'T KNOW OR CARE WHAT KIND OF INNER BATTLES YOU FIGHTING RIGHT NOW BUT I DON'T WANT YOU PLAYING WITH MY GOD DAMN EMOTIONS!"
Sesshoumaru looked up at Naraku. The taller demon was extremely intimidating in rage but all so extremely attractive. His mass of dark hair was slightly mused from his fall, it seemed alive behind him, writhing like angry snakes as he glared down at Sesshoumaru, his contorted features accented perfectly in the pale light of the moons sad face. Sesshoumaru looked back at him, dumb-struck , a faint guttural sound passing through his lips.
"I Don't have time for this..." With a sigh Naraku started to rise, but Sesshoumaru grabbed his arm.
"No... Don't leave..."
"And what would you have me do if I stayed?" Naraku snapped back at him.
"Kiss me again."
And Naraku did, not gently as before, but with all the passion of his rage. Sesshoumaru Did not push him away this time, but pulled him closer as he had wished to before. And the new passion and heat he felt unlocked the door for other emotions , and suddenly he was distraught. He knew that he could not love any other after Naraku, not after feeling the way he did, and that with his death the greatness of his family would end, the passing of the name left in the hands a hanyou and his human whore. He closed his eyes tighter and tried to wipe the feelings of utter failure from his mind, but to no avail. He felt tears welling in his eyes, then he felt them running in cold tracks down his face for the first time since early child hood . Sesshoumaru broke away from Naraku with a sobbing gasp and throwing his head back he cried.
"SHIT!"
"What? What's wrong?"
"I Failed, Naraku! Failed! GOD DAMN IT! My whole life has been a failure! I can't save my family's name! I could never do any thing properly and now I'm paying for it! I can't even fall in love properly! I..."
"Hush... it's all right!" Naraku gave him small, comforting even loving smile, his face was so close to Sesshoumaru's their noses almost brushed against each other, and in that closeness Sesshoumaru found solace. He pulled Naraku close to him, hiccuping slightly as he composed himself . He drew a certain warm from the other and, for a moment he felt complete.
Naraku was stoking his hair a comforting way, he whispered some thing gentle in Sesshoumaru's ear, then his lips moved to the white hared demons neck. Sesshoumaru arched his neck in to Naraku's gentle kisses and sighed softly and the other's hand made softly to remove his armor. Sesshoumaru in turn started to loosen Naraku's clothes, pushing them away down his back. His hands found the large burned scar of a spider on Naraku's back. It was odd, he thought, the smooth sea of his skin abruptly giving way to the warped and twisted flesh. But Sesshoumaru didn't have much time to dwell on it. Naraku had exposed his chest and found his nipples, a slight nip sending filling sending and electric pulse through Sesshoumaru's body, scattering his thoughts. His back arch, a slight moan escaping his lips.
Naraku smirked, getting the reaction he wanted. He kissed Sesshoumaru's chest, then nipped his nipple again, The other demon gasped, grinding his hips in to Naraku's, pulling him in to himself, delighting in the feel of Naraku's flesh burning against his. They kissed again... long and hard.
Naraku pulled away, his dark hair cascading over his shoulders. How soft it was, those dark waves falling all around him. Naraku's face was the moon in the darkened sky of that hair, his pale face gleaming in the faint light. He looked ethereal. His full lips, moist and slightly pouty from the deepness of their kiss, were gently parted and his crimson eyes where partly closed, looking at the lord of the west more lovingly and possessively than any one ever had.
His affections were strange, twisted even. Sesshoumaru looked up in to his crimson eyes and the were loving but at the same time malice pulsed from every, single one of Naraku's pores. He shuddered under his gaze, he was suddenly aware of the chill of the damp grass and the gentle prodding of the small stones and tree roots beneath him.
Naraku was smiling rather wickedly now and moving in closer to Sesshoumaru he closed his left hand around his milky neck. Sesshoumaru gasped then clenched his teeth as his grip tightened, his hard nails tearing in to his smooth skin. He could feel the blood oozing around Naraku's fingers and winced. He lifted his fingers to his face and gently licked their tips, his sly smile fading for a moment as he savored the taste.
...And then he heard her.
"Sesshoumaru-sama..." It was Rin. Her delicate voice shook, her trembling fingers were raised to her face as if she meant to cover her eyes, but they only stood trembling, like her entire, form at her cheeks. "Sesshoumaru- sama..."
"Dear god!" Sesshoumaru pushed Naraku away, trying to right his clothes, "Rin.. please don't.. you don't understand... I-it's not what you think... I... I." But Rin could not hear him. She shook her head slowly, tears falling from her wide eyes, then she turned and ran. The Yoaki Lord reached after her, some primitive sound of distress forcing it self out of his throat.
He turned back to Naraku, who was leaning back on his arms looking slightly surprised, his robes still hanging open, his hair disheveled.
"I.. I'm sorry.. I just ... I can't..." Sesshoumaru could but his words together... the thought of loosing Rin sent him reeling, tearing at his heart like the lose of Naraku never could.
"Just go. I understand." Naraku flung his arm in the direction the girl had ran, "Go!"
"Thank you..." And the Sesshoumaru flew after her.
Naraku lost him go. Sighing he flopped back on the grass. He gazed up at the stars spinning solemnly around the pale face of the moon over head.
"Well..." He said, "Shit."
THE END!!!!!!
(woot?)
Sesshoumaru was numb. He didn't feel warm or cold, and the only heat rose in him when he on occasion thought of his father's other son, the hanyou scum that had shamed his noble and proud family. There was the girl Rin at his side, and she shed some light on him but his heart was empty and longed for something more.
He stared in to the fire, Rin sleeping quietly behind him. The demon prince rose, his robes rustling softly . He lightly brushed him self off and gazed at the beauty that was night. The stars were freshly dusted and shone sharply throughout the cloudless expanse of the heavens while the pale-faced moon look cold down on the world. He loved the moon, but also hated it deeply, for he saw something of himself in it.
The forest was sleeping it seemed. All was still and Sesshoumaru pass through the great trees, their bark and the under sides of their leave turn silver in the moon's cold light. The dewy grass seemed to glow with the silvery illumination, it's frigid little fingers long enough too brush at his ankles.
So Sesshoumaru passed through the forest like a phantom, appearing to have a gauze like aura shrouding him. He moved steadily till he reached a clearing directly beneath the moon. The prince found him self leaning against the large tree in the center of the glade, his eyes sliding closed.. and then there was another being... another demon! Sesshoumaru's eyes snapped open, his mind alerted and poison started to his in his claws, he turned his eyes to see Naraku leaning next to him.
"Be still, Lord Sesshoumaru..." He was dressed differently than the demon was familiar, wearing something much like his own garb only in a deep shade of purple, his long dark hair was hanging freely in shining dark waves, "I don't mean you any harm."
The other demon's eyes were closed, his expression smug, fingers inter locked in front of him. His attitude irritated Sesshoumaru to no end. Then with out warn Naraku was in front of him his hands to either side of Sesshoumaru's shoulders. The demon Prince found him self gazing in to Naraku's eyes that now seemed to hold a sentimentality that had now been there before, Sesshoumaru started to find him self truly look back, his face softening.
"Beautiful..." Naraku murmured.
"What?!" Sesshoumaru caught himself. His face hardened again, his back became more ridged, ready to attack.
Naraku's hand moved slowly to grasp Sesshoumaru 's jaw, gently tilting it upward to look more directly at his face.
"Your beautiful you know that, Sesshoumaru.." Naraku was leaning closer to him, Sesshoumaru felt his pulse quickening.
"W-what are you thinking about!? Naraku!?" Sesshoumaru was stuttering dumbly unable to control his thoughts or heart any longer.
"This..." Before Sesshoumaru could move Naraku's lips where on his, softly caressing them. He stiffened. His palms pressed against the smooth trunk of the tree as Naraku kissed him. Then He softened , his hand relaxed and his moth and he was kissing Naraku back, some new fir burning in his chest. Sesshoumaru felt Naraku's tongue enter his mouth, his hands rising to pull Naraku closer to him...
Anger suddenly shot through Sesshoumaru.... NO! He hated Naraku, his very presence irritated him! His hand, that rested now on Naraku's shoulders, were pushing him away. The surprised demon lost his balance and started to fall backwards frantically grabbing Sesshoumaru's robes, pulling them both down in to the thick, dewy grass. Now Sesshoumaru hand his hand on either side of Naraku's shoulders. He looked down at the slightly larger demon and was shocked at the beauty he saw in him.
Naraku lay beneath him, arms resting slightly above his head. His face was radiant in the center of the rippling dark sea that was his hair, his blood like eyes where half closed, his lips, moist, pouty and slightly opened. Sesshoumaru's fury only rose as he held him there.
"YOU!" The demon lord's Face was a mask of anger, "HOW DARE YOU DO THAT!?"
Sesshoumaru's Jaw was set, his brow stitched with rage, looking for fear in Naraku's face, only to see the demon looking away, looking more than a touch annoyed.
"I'm sorry. I Shouldn't have done that, but you didn't seem to mind a moment ago," He looked back at the angry demon, "I in fact I think you rather liked it..."
"Shut up!" The demon lord couldn't take it. He felt near the edge of crying, just from the shear confusion of his feelings.
"You be quite! Cant you see that I'm in love with you Sesshoumaru!?" Naraku was looking back at him with the same anger he had felt. He assessed Sesshoumaru's look of surprise and was silent for a moment. But Naraku wasn't finished yet, and he spat his confession with a bitter rage that left Sesshoumaru speechless, "That's right you arrogant jackass. I watched quietly from a distance and slowly fell in love with you. Your cold beauty, your cold heart, your power, do you under stand, you were irresistible, perfect, and damn! What a fool I was to think the ice on your heart would melt for and let me in like it did for that little girl! To think I was bested by a human. But it's over and done with now and if you'll be kind enough to move, I'll be leaving now!"
Sesshoumaru felt a fear rise in him. At first he was confused but then he realized he did not want Naraku to leave him, that some how he shared Naraku's feelings, and his leaving would tear his heart to pieces. He felt vulnerable and fragile, completely new feelings that he didn't completely enjoy.
"I.... I don't want you to..."
With amazing speed Sesshoumaru was on his back, practically winded, gasping slightly for air. Naraku was looking down at him, more an angry than ever.
"Now it's my turn on top... YOU NEED TO MAKE UP YOUR MIND LITTLE BOY! I DON'T KNOW OR CARE WHAT KIND OF INNER BATTLES YOU FIGHTING RIGHT NOW BUT I DON'T WANT YOU PLAYING WITH MY GOD DAMN EMOTIONS!"
Sesshoumaru looked up at Naraku. The taller demon was extremely intimidating in rage but all so extremely attractive. His mass of dark hair was slightly mused from his fall, it seemed alive behind him, writhing like angry snakes as he glared down at Sesshoumaru, his contorted features accented perfectly in the pale light of the moons sad face. Sesshoumaru looked back at him, dumb-struck , a faint guttural sound passing through his lips.
"I Don't have time for this..." With a sigh Naraku started to rise, but Sesshoumaru grabbed his arm.
"No... Don't leave..."
"And what would you have me do if I stayed?" Naraku snapped back at him.
"Kiss me again."
And Naraku did, not gently as before, but with all the passion of his rage. Sesshoumaru Did not push him away this time, but pulled him closer as he had wished to before. And the new passion and heat he felt unlocked the door for other emotions , and suddenly he was distraught. He knew that he could not love any other after Naraku, not after feeling the way he did, and that with his death the greatness of his family would end, the passing of the name left in the hands a hanyou and his human whore. He closed his eyes tighter and tried to wipe the feelings of utter failure from his mind, but to no avail. He felt tears welling in his eyes, then he felt them running in cold tracks down his face for the first time since early child hood . Sesshoumaru broke away from Naraku with a sobbing gasp and throwing his head back he cried.
"SHIT!"
"What? What's wrong?"
"I Failed, Naraku! Failed! GOD DAMN IT! My whole life has been a failure! I can't save my family's name! I could never do any thing properly and now I'm paying for it! I can't even fall in love properly! I..."
"Hush... it's all right!" Naraku gave him small, comforting even loving smile, his face was so close to Sesshoumaru's their noses almost brushed against each other, and in that closeness Sesshoumaru found solace. He pulled Naraku close to him, hiccuping slightly as he composed himself . He drew a certain warm from the other and, for a moment he felt complete.
Naraku was stoking his hair a comforting way, he whispered some thing gentle in Sesshoumaru's ear, then his lips moved to the white hared demons neck. Sesshoumaru arched his neck in to Naraku's gentle kisses and sighed softly and the other's hand made softly to remove his armor. Sesshoumaru in turn started to loosen Naraku's clothes, pushing them away down his back. His hands found the large burned scar of a spider on Naraku's back. It was odd, he thought, the smooth sea of his skin abruptly giving way to the warped and twisted flesh. But Sesshoumaru didn't have much time to dwell on it. Naraku had exposed his chest and found his nipples, a slight nip sending filling sending and electric pulse through Sesshoumaru's body, scattering his thoughts. His back arch, a slight moan escaping his lips.
Naraku smirked, getting the reaction he wanted. He kissed Sesshoumaru's chest, then nipped his nipple again, The other demon gasped, grinding his hips in to Naraku's, pulling him in to himself, delighting in the feel of Naraku's flesh burning against his. They kissed again... long and hard.
Naraku pulled away, his dark hair cascading over his shoulders. How soft it was, those dark waves falling all around him. Naraku's face was the moon in the darkened sky of that hair, his pale face gleaming in the faint light. He looked ethereal. His full lips, moist and slightly pouty from the deepness of their kiss, were gently parted and his crimson eyes where partly closed, looking at the lord of the west more lovingly and possessively than any one ever had.
His affections were strange, twisted even. Sesshoumaru looked up in to his crimson eyes and the were loving but at the same time malice pulsed from every, single one of Naraku's pores. He shuddered under his gaze, he was suddenly aware of the chill of the damp grass and the gentle prodding of the small stones and tree roots beneath him.
Naraku was smiling rather wickedly now and moving in closer to Sesshoumaru he closed his left hand around his milky neck. Sesshoumaru gasped then clenched his teeth as his grip tightened, his hard nails tearing in to his smooth skin. He could feel the blood oozing around Naraku's fingers and winced. He lifted his fingers to his face and gently licked their tips, his sly smile fading for a moment as he savored the taste.
...And then he heard her.
"Sesshoumaru-sama..." It was Rin. Her delicate voice shook, her trembling fingers were raised to her face as if she meant to cover her eyes, but they only stood trembling, like her entire, form at her cheeks. "Sesshoumaru- sama..."
"Dear god!" Sesshoumaru pushed Naraku away, trying to right his clothes, "Rin.. please don't.. you don't understand... I-it's not what you think... I... I." But Rin could not hear him. She shook her head slowly, tears falling from her wide eyes, then she turned and ran. The Yoaki Lord reached after her, some primitive sound of distress forcing it self out of his throat.
He turned back to Naraku, who was leaning back on his arms looking slightly surprised, his robes still hanging open, his hair disheveled.
"I.. I'm sorry.. I just ... I can't..." Sesshoumaru could but his words together... the thought of loosing Rin sent him reeling, tearing at his heart like the lose of Naraku never could.
"Just go. I understand." Naraku flung his arm in the direction the girl had ran, "Go!"
"Thank you..." And the Sesshoumaru flew after her.
Naraku lost him go. Sighing he flopped back on the grass. He gazed up at the stars spinning solemnly around the pale face of the moon over head.
"Well..." He said, "Shit."
THE END!!!!!!
(woot?)