Chapter 9: Insatiable
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Sesshoumaru was still asleep when Naraku gingerly slid out from beneath him and left the small clearing. He walked aimlessly through the forest, his mind alight with too many thoughts fighting for his attention. Instinctively, his hand came up to rest on his neck, where a light puncture disrupted the smooth stretch of pale skin. Although he had never himself underwent the luxury of Courting, he knew what the twin marks meant: they were claims of intent.
When you become attractive enough, perhaps you will gain the attention of a Lord. If you make yourself worthwhile, he might even Court you. Do you know what that is, boy? He will mark you first, and then present you with a series of gifts. When the time comes, he will make the mark permanent and he will own you forever...
Naraku shivered, and rubbed a thumb over the marks, as if seeking answers through the light sting of pain. Wandering to a river bed, Naraku found a large, smooth stone and went over to it. He curled into a meditative pose trying to stem the flood of memories that came with the stigma of a "mate". He focused on his breathing, and worked his energy inward.
His thoughts darkened.
Worthless child, do not tremble like a coward! No Lord will every want you like that. No one will bother to Court you.
Please father...
Do not cry, boy! If I am told you were disobedient to the Lord, I will punish you.
So innocent. What beautiful tears you shed, pet.
Don't make me!
I give you the opportunity and what do you do? Fall asleep in front of one of the most influential Youkai in the Realm! Stupid hanyou!
Stop, stop please-
What a pretty little whore. Is my new mate even a virgin? No matter, I shall have you anyway.
Let me go!
You are beautiful, little one.
Stop.
I'm not going anywhere.
You promise?
I will wait as long as you need.
"Naraku?"
His expression must've been terribly distressed, for the way Sesshoumaru gazed at him reflected pity and alarm. Naraku bit his lip and looked down at his knees, realizing for the first time that there were tears on his face. His cheeks flushed with shame. How could he be so pathetic? He felt Sesshoumaru draw closer and he bit his lip as his instincts set off warning bells to run.
"Naraku," Sesshoumaru repeated, laying a hand on Naraku's shoulder as if reading his thoughts. Naraku winced and his body trembled. He felt terrible for wanting so badly to get away, but on the other hand he didn't know how to handle the situation.
"Did I scare you last night?" Sesshoumaru asked quietly.
At first, Naraku didn't really hear him, but as the words sunk in, his eyes widened and he shook his head vehemently.
"N-no it's not that, I promise!" He blushed fiercely. Stills from the previous night came back to him in brief glimpses. While they hadn't coupled, they had done just about everything else. Naraku's blush deepened as he remembered keening Sesshoumaru's name to the night. It had been the first time he had let himself share pleasure with his lover. Where before he had only satisfied Sesshoumaru's arousal, this time he allowed the act to be reciprocated. He shook his head again.
"No, that was... amazing." he whispered.
Sesshoumaru's hand on his shoulder tightened. He tugged the smaller hanyou into his arms and cradled him against his chest.
"Then what is it that bothers you so, my kumo?" he said to the top of Naraku's head.
Naraku shivered. "Just- just bad memories... It's my fault really, I- I shouldn't have let my thoughts wander..."
He hated the tears that continued to stream down his cheeks. Certainly Sesshoumaru couldn't want such a pitiful lover. Sesshoumaru squeezed Naraku against his chest, wishing he could will away all of the sorrow in Naraku's past.
"I'm sorry, little love. I wish I could make everything better." He mumbled.
Naraku curled his fists into Sesshoumaru's clothing, pressing his cheek against Sesshoumaru's steady heartbeat. He felt calmed in the powerful presence, yet the memories lingered just beneath the surface, fighting to escape the tight rein of his mind. The wound on his neck seemed to sting particularly venomously. He took a deep breath.
"If- if I don't want to be your mate, wha- what will happen to me?" he winced when he felt Sesshoumaru tense and his claws lightly dug into Naraku's sides.
"Do you not wish to be my mate?" said Sesshoumaru, in a very quiet, blank voice.
Naraku sat back, pushing away a little so he could properly look into Sesshoumaru's face. It had slipped into an impassive mask, but Naraku knew the signs of distress- the tenseness around his jaw and the bright alertness in his eyes. Naraku gulped, unnerved not only by the unhappiness in his lover's eyes but the unfamiliar lack of rage. Why was Sesshoumaru not angry? He looked sad, and hurt, and maybe a little afraid, but not angry, which confused Naraku.
"I do." he said quietly. Sesshoumaru seemed to relax a little, but the rigidness remained. "It's just- I'm just afraid." he mumbled, his eyes dropping away from Sesshoumaru's intense gaze. "If- if I ever refused you, if I couldn't do what you asked... I don't know w-what I'd do if you became very angry with me. What if- what if I'm not a good mate? Or if- if you scare me like L-Lord Hebi..."
"Never compare me to him!" growled Sesshoumaru lowly. He looked angry for the first time, but not at Naraku. "I am not that monster who took advantage of you. I am not any of the perverse, base animals that dared lay claim to you! How could you see me so? What have I done to deserve such judgement?"
Naraku winced and wanted to cry again.
"Please! I- I didn't mean it like that I- I'm sorry. Please don't yell at me, please... please just stop. I'm sorry!"
The high energy in the air disappeared as quickly as it had been aroused. Sesshoumaru gently gathered an anxious Naraku into his arms and held him tight against his chest. Naraku clung to his lover, as if fearing he would leave at any moment.
"I'm sorry," he repeated fiercely to Naraku, gripping him so hard Naraku was having trouble breathing. "I- I just don't know what I'd do if you saw me the same way as those hentai. Am I just another torment in your life? You are willing, aren't you? Please tell me you want this too."
"Of course!" cried Naraku, wrapping his arms around his lover. "It's not what I meant, you are extraordinary. It's just... It's just I don't know if I can be enough."
"What do you mean?" asked Sesshoumaru, perplexed.
"Just- just that, that I'm not pure and- and so many things scare me. And, and if I can't p-please you like a mate should..."
Sesshoumaru growled low in his throat. " There is nothing wrong with you, you are very, very pure, Naraku. And I thought we established a while ago how much you... please me."
"But-"
Sesshoumaru kissed away his protest and tugged a few errant strands of hair away from his face.
"You are perfect," he muttered around a second kiss to the kumo's temple. "I care for you very much, little love. I have marked you as my intended because I want you to belong to me forever... and I want to belong to you."
Naraku experienced a sharp thrill at the last part of the statement. His. Sesshoumaru could be his. He turned and met Sesshoumaru's lips in a impassioned and enthusiastic kiss. When he pulled away he rested his forehead against Sesshoumaru's, panting hard yet feeling contented and soothed.
"I think I want that too. I think I'd very much like it if you were... mine." he loved the taste of those words on his lips. Sesshoumaru grinned and kissed him again.
"I'm sorry for doubting you." Naraku mumbled.
Sesshoumaru kissed Naraku on the nose.
"I'm sorry for not waking when you felt so vulnerable."
Naraku scooted closer to Sesshoumaru and twined his arms around the back of Sesshoumaru's neck.
"It's ok, you're here now." The underlying layers of the statement seemed to sink in for both youkai. Sesshoumaru leaned forward and kissed his mate to be, moving from slow, gentle lingering, to hot possessive pressure. He was gratified to see the half-dazed expression when he pulled away. His smirk disappeared against Naraku's subsequent attack as he found himself pinned against the smooth stone. Naraku began to kiss and nip his way fervently down Sesshoumaru's body. Sesshoumaru forced down the part of him longing to flip them over and possess his teasing lover. He arched up when Naraku's palm rubbed the growing arousal below his waistband. To his frustration, the touch disappeared a few seconds later. He grit his teeth against a complaint, until Naraku's body slid down over his, melding them together.
"Could we- could we do what we did last night?" he whispered near Sesshoumaru's ear.
Sesshoumaru wanted to moan, but he repressed the urge in favor of leaning up and capturing Naraku's lips.
"We'll do whatever you want." he purred.
Naraku began to languidly undress above him, playfully swiveling his hips against Sesshoumaru's swelling manhood. Sesshoumaru groaned but kept his eyes locked on the performance before him, running his eyes over every inch of exposed flesh. When naked above his lover, Naraku leaned down and began to undress Sesshoumaru as well.
When the cool air kissed Sesshoumaru's skin, he arched up and moaned to Naraku's touch. His senses felt heightened, sharply focused on his talented little lover and his teasing attention. When the hands were replaced by a wet, warm mouth Sesshoumaru tossed his head back and whispered Naraku's name like a mantra. He gazed down at the kumo, locking eyes with the bright and lustful gaze of his lover, and he was undone. The orgasm rocked through his whole body leaving wild aftershocks and bright light at the edge of his vision.
Sesshoumaru waited for a moment to regain his breath before flipping them over and asking silent permission to touch his kumo. Naraku hesitated and then nodded. Like the previous night, he had his inhibitions, but he knew he could trust his lover if he gave himself over to him. Sesshoumaru slid down his body and before he could comprehend what was about to happen, Sesshoumaru took Naraku's arousal into his mouth for the first time. Naraku gave a surprised cry and then half-choked on a feeble protest. He tried to push Sesshoumaru away, feeling somehow unworthy of the contact, but his only response was a laving tongue that made his whole body shudder with ecstasy. He writhed and whimpered, trying hard to repress the urge to thrust into that wet, hot heat. His mind had completely blanked with the on-slaughter of different sensations. Sesshoumaru certainly hadn't done this last night. He gasped when Sesshoumaru engulfed him whole and moaned when he released hard.
Sesshoumaru crawled up his body, licking his lips like a particularly satisfied feline. "Well that was fun..." he smirked, lazily capturing Naraku's kiss swollen lips. Naraku sighed against his lover, tasting himself on Sesshoumaru's lips but not particularly caring. He lay against the youkai lord, his eyes fluttering shut as the warm and drowsy sensation tugged him into a contented doze. He didn't feel when Sesshoumaru eventually lifted him up, or when they began skimming above the tree line on a billowing white cloud.
The next time Naraku woke up, Sesshoumaru's castle was in sight.
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a/n- Yippy! finally updated. sorry for the wait. I guess I got a little stuck and then started working on another story over at fictionpress... Feel free to check out my original works, they're quite fun if I do say so myself. My pen name is "would not could not in a box". Anyway thanks for reading / reviewing and sticking with it. Happy Halloween!
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Chapter 10: Spoiled Rotten
