Chaos Corner: First Naraku and Sesshomaru story.
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1. Sesshomaru's Scar
He sits comfortably knowing that I am behind him, me who wishes to plunge my claws through his chest. He knows I want him dead. I can hear him breathe in deeply, taking in my scent he knows I am here. Flee, for the sake of my pride run away from me. I knew I am wishing for too much. Instead he turns to me, his charcoal eyes flash blood red. He boldly calls my name as he signals with one finger for me to come to him. Like a foolish trusting pup my body moves to his side. I hate him. Everything about him I despise. He is the complete opposite of me—dark, cruel, manipulative—then again we do seem to have a lot in common. There is one important factor that will separate him from myself. He is nothing but a mortal man with a cursed soul that been devoured by demons—a false half-demon. I, the Great Dog Demon Sesshomaru, pride myself on my pure blood. I am above this man, who is no more than decaying flesh.
We are so close to each other, but he doesn't smell like the corpse I view him as. No, he smells of sweet miasma. He cloaks himself in the poison, which is now his distinct scent. To any other being this scent would scare them; for me the scent of poison is intoxication. I know his weak contagion is easily disperse by my toxin. I make no attempt to eradicate it. I allow the tainted air to embrace me and seep into my skin. He will never know how the smell of his venom warms me.
I can feel his gaze on me. I refuse to note his presence. He has never been one to be ignored. His hand reaches for my chin. I see him and make no move to stop this action—I hate myself for being so complacent. Now we are facing each other. We are not lovers, kinsmen, or friends so we don't waste our time with petty words. His lips are on mines. I always expect them to be cold, but they never are. Instead they scald me. As always I fight against the need to pant or jump away. There is no flame that can melt my ice.
He isn't faded. He coos at me, "Must you play these games with me Lord Sesshomaru." I never play games. The thing is I already know the moment I gasp, jump, or pull away from the inferno the flames will spread. We will strip from our clothing trying to keep the heat away. Then the heat will become too much for my ice to withstand, I will try to shelter myself in your body, or worse you take refuge in me. The flame will cause us to fight in the most awkward position until every part of us melt away. I will be left floating on the waters that once was my wall of ice. Somehow I manage not drown, by the time I reach land you won't be here anymore. I take no pain in knowing you are gone. I tell myself that you've simply drowned. This way I can state I've won the battle. Without fail days later when the waters have ice over you return and begin a new fiery war.
"By now you know I desire you beyond the fact you're powerful." The spider demon knows better than try to play romantic with me. "Sadly our time is always limited."
He plays with my new regenerated arm. I know he finds pleasure in the fact that you are the one that restored this back to me. When I slept—healing the burns that you left on my skin—you played healer. I still do not know how you accomplish such a task. It is not a replacement but my very own limb the mar on my wrist prove such. As you once stated that this wasn't a gift for me. You gave me back my limb for your own selfish desire. You kiss the palm of my hand as you stand to leave. Fool you cannot dismiss me. With my new limb I pull him back to the ground. It seems that you didn't consider the consequences, now you can never be out of arm reach.
I don't believe I have ever been gentle with him. I cannot allow him to believe I care. I can't allow myself to face the fact that I do. He falls hard. Instinctively I reach for his neck and pull him down flat unto his back. This is how a predator holds his prey. I hover over him making him know there is no escape. All I have to do is close my hand and Naraku would be no more.
On top of him like this I can feel the heat of his body seeping into me. He doesn't cower from me. I growl in his face hoping that he would at least flinch. Instead he smiles at me. The smile isn't twisted, it is not sly, nor frightening. It's not even false bravado. It is a genuine smile—he is pleased to be my prey. All animals, even retarded mortals, know when to run. Doesn't he comprehend fight or flight? With bravery he should not possess he runs his hands over my chest. He moans sexually. I tighten my hand around his neck allowing my claws to cut his skin. He should know I am not afraid to kill him.
The spider hisses, I am gleeful to know he comprehends pain. My happiness is nullified when I realize that hiss is coated in pleasure has he grinds his lower body into mine. Insolent fool. Suddenly he pulls me into him by hooking one of his leg unto my waist and yanking me down by my hair. His lips crash into me, before I fully realize what was happening. This half-breed has taken me down. He rolls his hips and his proud erection rubs fully into me. The spark has been ignited and the flames begin to lick at my skin. I'm being burned alive once again.
The thing about being burn alive is you no longer focus on what you're doing. Only thing the mind is able to comprehend is pain. Oh, how pain can become pleasurable. The smog of pleasure pain dull me from noticing how we have switched position. He has somehow loosen my hakama. He makes quick work of my loin cloth. All the while he keeps his eyes lock with mines as he lowers himself. It's a quick motion as he glances down at my own erection. When he locks eyes with me once again there is a hunger there that wasn't before. No! I can't allow him to defile me in such a manner . . . again. As if he was reading my mind he avoids the protruding organ. He continues lower removing my boots from my feet. He takes his time doing this, massaging the sole of my feet. I bite the inside of my cheek trying my best to prevent myself from enjoying the pleasure. It is not often that I am the one being taken care off—I must always play protector. I am a Lord. For some reason you see more than that. You give homage to my other leg this time going as far to lick it. You nibble on my ankle, I never thought such a place could be sensual. Finish with that task you employ yourself to finish striping me. As you glide the silk material from my legs—exposing me to you—you place licks, kisses, and bites. You lick behind my knee and an odd shiver course through me. I suppose I didn't hide it from you because you smirk up at me. Idiot man. Your hands massage my inner thigh as an abnormally long tongue lick my hip. Your fingers scratch through my pubic. The sound of my gasp was too loud to be disregarded. Ghostly, barely touching me you tickle my balls. There is a gleam in your eyes. If I wasn't The Sesshomaru, at this point I would be begging you. My pride will allow no such actions. When you are finally eye level with the one place I am waiting for you pay homage to you gently lay a kiss on the shaft. I hate how you make me weak. Your tongue play with the underside—nipping right under the head. You go as far as to softly suck on my balls.
Your teasing has gone too far. I must stop you. I grab you by the crown of your head. Ebony locks contrast so much with my skin. I tighten my hold and yank hard. You gasp but make no movement to try and flee. I want to punch you, poison your body, and hack away at your flesh. I do none of these things. Instead I force your head down on my cock. Like a bitch in heat you open wide. I glide down unrestrained. Your tongue lays flat making way as I force your face up and down. Your hands do not remain idle for long as you affectionately rub my testicles. I am losing myself. Though I haven't moved my hand from your head I've already stop forcing you but you continue eagerly, moving faster. You've hallowed your cheeks, your tongue laps and rolls, you hum and moan vibrating the head in the back of your throat. The side of your fangs even graze my member. Any other being would try such an action I would have beheaded them immediately. I have no fear of you harming me in such a manner. You need my penis for you desires. I must give credit when it is due, you're talented at what you do.
Your tongue twist on my head as you simultaneously venture below my testicles. The skin there is sensitive as you knead it with small circles. The flame burst into a conflagration. There is no saving me now. I let loose. My semen is forced down your throat. I hear you choke. I force my cock deeper down until I feel I am done. Slowly I pull out. You prevent me from doing so. When the tip is at your lips you suck the head. You fully milk me. You place me in your grip as your thumb massages the underside of my head. Semen jets out in small squirts at the same time making me hard again. I watch as you release me, sit back, and lick your lips.
I watch as your lips move making some statement that I can't hear due to the sound of rushing water trying to eradicate the flames. You lean back, and your hakama tents painfully. You undo the dark purple knot releasing the tensions from your pants. You make no movement to release yourself. I have no inclination in aiding you. Your ebony gaze seem transfixed on me. The feeling of being exposed is overwhelming. This isn't fair. I stalk, because I do not crawl, over to you. I am not working for your pleasure—don't get it confuse. I am still hard. I rip your hakama off. You yelp. Just as quickly I tear off every layer of your clothing. I pay no homage to your body. I am not here to satisfy you. You should know by now you are my plaything. Kneeling I yank you by your ankle hoisting your body up. It is an uncomfortable position for you. That pleases me. I hook your knee on my shoulder. Your round tan bottom bounce twice at my hip. I spit on my shaft though it is still glistening with your saliva. This will be my only kind act to you. I spread your lower cheeks and kneed the hot flesh—I never consider the fact that you burn from our encounters as well—you moan lasciviously. I throw my hips mercilessly into you. You're so fucking tight I can't even fit. Growling to myself I force my way until my balls hits your ass with a smacking sound. My member is going up in flames and the heat causes my eyes to roll to the back of my head. It takes everything in my body not to burst. You scream and I am blessed. Now you know why you should have feared me from the beginning. It is too late for you now.
Digging my nails into your hips anchoring myself to reality I pound away. I go hard. Sooner or later you begin to join. You confer your body to the earth as you bounce your ass back at me. It eggs me on. I move faster trying to assassinate you with my cock. Your orgasm is powerful. I allow you no rest. You cum three more time before your body finally gives out. I'm merciless. I just go faster, harder, varying my thrust not allowing to get comfortable. Twice you dry cum. Finally, unable to take the way your body pulse around me I let myself go. I fill you to the brim until there isn't even room for my cock to reside in you.
I pull out and lay beside you. Holding my breath I refuse to oxygenize the spark that usually settles in my chest after I rut with you. There is a small little light that resides in my chest that fools me in believing that I should care for you. Silly isn't it.
You drag your body over to me. You lay heavily on my side. I ought to remove you from my presence. We have just rutted, I have no more use for you. I should eradicate you but I do not have the energy to do so; instead I opt to ignore your presence. You don't care, you seem to believe that all my attention is always on you anyway. You draw unknown patterns into my chest right were the spark lay for you. How dare you try to ignite it? You nip and lick my neck. I know it is dangerous for you to be so close to my throat. You make no threatening move. You lean back and there is an anomalous feeling that I should pull you close. I must be ill. Nevertheless you return keeping the feeling at bay. You snuggle into my chest, "My Sesshomaru," you murmur.
Bastard, how dare he believe he may possess me? I know I should correct him; I belong to no one. I look down only to be greeted with a mass of dark hair. I give a warning growl. He only chuckles and throws his arm around my waist, "Sleep well." Naraku mumbles. I listen as his heart rate and breathing even out.
I lay my hands behind my head refusing to allow myself to hold him while I sleep. I close my eyes allowing myself to succumb to the darkness. Hoping that to all ends that this burn did not scar.
"The Wound is the place where the light enters you."
-Rumi
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Chaos Corner: I was considering doing a companion piece to this. It would be from Naraku's POV. Read Review and tell me what you think of a Part II
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