Blood Tastes So Much Sweeter
By: The Gifted Ten & DerrangedBlonde
Part Five: Demons' Passion
Gradually, Sesshoumaru could feel the weight of his body as his mind tentatively restored the link with body and soul. He slowly opened his eyes. The room still held its usual gloomy twilight. He moaned and brought his hand up to his forehead; he could feel a migraine coming on.
Naraku had drifted off into a light trance like sleep. The sudden stirring brought him to. Naraku looked down at Sesshoumaru. "It's about time you woke." Generally, his voice would have been sharp and menacing. But this in this case, it wasn't.
Startled at the closeness the voice had come from, Sesshoumaru moved his hand down away from his face and was suddenly looking into Naraku's deep amethyst eyes. Although finding himself being cradled in Naraku's lap what a bit unnerving at first, what intrigued Sesshoumaru even more was that the youkai's eyes no longer held the cold, uncaring hatred they once had, (even the voice had not held its usual bitterness). Not knowing how long he would be able to look into those deep orbs, Sesshoumaru tried to sit up and face the kumo properly, and he somewhat succeeded-with Naraku's help-and he was soon once again leaning against the wall, regarding the youkai with mild suspicion. Not knowing how well his voice worked, he managed to fumble out the words, "H-How long."
"Not very." Naraku looked him over to make sure he was ok before boring a hole in the floor with an icy glare. He had to at least look a little scary to hide the strange happenings going on inside. "Since I don't think you heard me back in your mind...." he looked in the completely opposite direction of Sesshoumaru, "Thank you for saving me." This was most certainly not the Naraku he knew himself to be. This wasn't anyone he knew! (Which meant he would just have to find out who he had become). One last thing tugged on his mind. "I just... don't understand, why?" Naraku kept his head bowed so the soft puzzled expression of his face couldn't be seen.
Sesshoumaru's eyes slightly hazed over as he remembered what had happened. "I..I don't know why, but...," he looked down at his hand resting in his lap, "..I didn't want you to die..." Now the kumo looked at him, "...even.."-he took a breath-"..even if it meant killing my demon side," he finished. The impact of what he'd done was now being slowly absorbed by his brain. 'What...have I done?' he asked himself again.
For the first time in Naraku's entire life, he bit his lip nervously. 'He didn't want me to die.... he sacrificed a part of him for... me.' Naraku, remembering to breathe, put a hand on his chest to suppress the phantom ache.
"I feel...hollow inside," he continued, "like, there's only half of me left." He blinked, coming to the realization: "I..can no longer...transform into my demon self..." He looked down on his human-like body, "This is...how I will be..from now on." Sesshoumaru finally looked up at Naraku, though it seemed he was staring past him, "What shall I do now? I'm not a true inu demon anymore!" He looked down, adding quietly, "There is nothing left for me anymore; there is no one.I am nothing now."
Naraku's eyes widened and he clenched a fist. "Nothing... You think you're... nothing?!" Naraku didn't realize what he had done until he felt the sting in his hand and saw the imprint on Sesshoumaru's face. He bit his lip, now fully facing Sesshoumaru. "You aren't nothing." he said softly, not believing he was saying these heartfelt words. "You are so, so much more than nothing!" He gave Sesshoumaru a significant look. "And last time that I checked, inu, I'm still here." He fought back a smile by glaring. What was he saying? Naraku himself didn't know.
Sesshoumaru sat there, staring at the kumo with wide eyes. 'Does Naraku actually...care about me?' He couldn't fathom the idea that someone would have feelings toward him other than hatred.
Naraku, naturally curious as to what thoughts his speech had induced, scanned Sesshoumaru's thoughts. "Yes... Sesshoumaru. I do... actually.." He looked away, taking in a huge breathe. "I do care." He nervously looked back up at Sesshoumaru, waiting for a response.
The stunned expression on the inu youkai's face slowly thawed. 'Do you?', he thought, knowing Naraku could read his mind. But before the kumo could answer, Sesshoumaru had used his demonic speed, and was now inches away from the youkai's face. 'Then show me.' And with that, he brought his hand up to rest on the back of Naraku's neck and pulled him into a kiss. It lasted several seconds before Sesshoumaru, sensing an objection from the youkai, finally pulled away, his eyes intensely regarding the kumo.
Naraku blinked, fingertips resting on his lips for a moment. 'Did that... just happen?' There was warmth upon his lips, rushing through his entire body. He felt... alive! He grinned wickedly. "Your wish is my command, Sesshoumaru." He brushed a few loose strands of silver hair from the inu's face before pulling him into a rough kiss.
As Naraku's kiss became more intense than his own, Sesshoumaru raked his fingers through the kumo's hair. However, while all this was going on, a small part of him despised the loss of his left arm; since he was doing all that he could with just his one. But he continued the kiss, and tried to ease his thoughts, and moved even closer to Naraku-if it was possible.
Naraku sighed happily as Sesshoumaru's fingertips raced over his scalp. He was drowning in this unrequited attention. But a spark of discomfort coming from Sesshoumaru dragged him out of the dreamy bliss. "Let me..." His hand went to the shoulder of Sesshoumaru's missing arm. "Help you..." he whispered once more against the inu's lips. His hand went underneath his collar, pushing the cloth down, exposing skin. He smiled sadly upon finding his targeted area. "With that..."
Humiliation shone in Sesshoumaru's eyes as he looked down at his severed arm. He tried to squirm out of Naraku's gentle but firm hold on him, but he soon realized it was no use, and he looked back to Naraku questioningly.
Naraku grinned and leaned forward on Sesshoumaru, pushing him back to the floor since they had moved from the wall. He leaned so close, his lips brushed against the inu's as he spoke. "It will burn..." he warned softly before recapturing those tempting lips for his own once more. Naraku's hand closed around the stumped flesh, glowing as it did. He could feel the wince of pain from Sesshoumaru. Naraku's free hand pressed down onto the inu's other shoulder, burying itself in the soft boa, pinning him down with muffled force.
Sesshoumaru felt divided; as one part of him-namely his left arm-felt like it was on fire and wanted Naraku to stop, while the other part of him melted under the kumo's touch and wished he would never stop. As the pain in his left arm grew to intolerable level, however, Sesshoumaru momentarily broke the kiss as he sucked in air through his teeth. "Naraku...please," he panted, "I can't take it much longer.."
He studied the inu's face, eyes shut so tight in unbearable pain that it looked as if they might never open. Tears stained that fair face of his. 'He's crying....' Naraku thought bitterly. He pressed his left cheek to Sesshoumaru's damp right cheek and whispered, "I don't... wish to hurt you.... But you're beautiful when you cry." He grinned, kissing along Sesshoumaru's jaw line, then to his throat, pausing to bite and nip here and there. Naraku's fingers laced between Sesshoumaru's. The act was done.
The inu youkai's eyes slowly opened. They widened even more as he suddenly recognized something he hadn't felt in ages: sensation in his left arm. He turned his head in disbelief as he slowly raised the new arm to where he could see it better. He turned it in all possible angles, admiring its perfection. Then, remembering why he even had it to begin with, he turned and looked at Naraku, who was gazing down at him with a grin upon his face. To stifle the laughter that was beginning to escape his mouth, Sesshoumaru quickly reached up with his left hand and pulled Naraku down on him-using the kumo's plentiful locks of auburn hair to muffle his joy. "Thank you..." he whispered in his ear before he pressed his mouth to Naraku's once again.
Naraku suppressed his smile with a playful growl. His fingernails scraped gently over the inu's regained arm, threatening and teasing him with danger all at once. "Prove your thanks." He whispered against the inu's lips, looking up into his eyes. He smiled devilishly.
Sesshoumaru grinned, his pleasure openly showing on his face. Then, mischief glittered in his eyes as he brought his arms up on either side of Naraku's ribs. Using his razor sharp nails, he pierced through the kumo's garments and, with agonizing slowness, he cut the material until it was barely hanging on Naraku's shoulders.
Naraku leaned close to Sesshoumaru's ear. "If you want to keep your boa intact.... I suggest you speed up the process." he growled playfully, nipping at his ear. He planted small, wanton kisses in a trail back to the youkai's lips.
Sensing the sincerity in the kumo's threat, Sesshoumaru brought his claws over the major hems of the outfit and the shredded material fell in misshapen pieces around Naraku's arms. "Is this better?" he crooned, not really referring to the torn clothes as he leaned up and kissed Naraku hungrily, using his nails to send chills up the kumo's spine as he lightly raked them over his back and into his hair once again.
So soon, so suddenly this had happened.... and so eagerly did he respond, desire burning in each of his kisses and caresses. He settled himself against Sesshoumaru's body only to find a jagged piece of Sesshoumaru's broken armor threatening to puncture his skin. He winced, pulling off the remainders of the armor, never breaking the last kiss he placed on Sesshoumaru's lips.
Wanting to get rid of any more distractions, the inu youkai pulled at his bloody sash and outer kimono until only his undergarment remained. His mouth still locked with Naraku's, Sesshoumaru moaned and pressed himself to the other youkai's lean body. Still not enough, he deepened the kiss and slid his tongue past his fangs and into Naraku's mouth.
Finally, the feeling he'd craved for ages-years-was now his. And how he savored the feeling of warmth flesh on flesh provided. But it wasn't enough... his body hungered for more. He sucked on Sesshoumaru's tongue with wanton abandon before thrusting his on tongue into Sesshoumaru's mouth in rebellion. His fingertips traced over the youkai's throat as light as a ghost's touch, trying to send chills down his spine.
Sesshoumaru's nerve endings were going berserk as Naraku indulged his craving for more pleasure with one act after another. As the two demons continued their dangerous game of give and take, Sesshoumaru could feel something deep inside of him building up. It did not go away. Even after there was nothing that separated their bodies anymore, he could still feel something pulling him, driving him, until he couldn't think about anything else.
Naraku wanted more... he thought the kisses, the caresses would be enough. But he wanted, craved something more. The desperation filled his chest and flooded his senses. "More..." he whispered against Sesshoumaru's lips before claiming them in that desperate passion.
'Your wish is my command,' he thought at him as he sat up, pulling Naraku up with him as they continued their passionate kissing. Running his fingers through the kumo's disheveled hair again, he then encircled one hand behind the youkai's head and used his other arm to brace himself as he leaned into Naraku, forcing him down on the matted floor. "This time..." he breathed, "..you're mine."
Naraku winced more from surprise than from any minor pain Sesshoumaru had inflicted forcing him on the floor. His eyes widened as the heated words cut through the passion, reaching his mind. His mind was thick with fog but he understood. "Then take me..." he whispered, that wicked grin threatening to appear once more.
The inu youkai smiled. The need in him was almost unbearable as it pitted itself in his groin. He bent his head, giving Naraku another heated kiss, accidentally cutting the kumo's lip with his sharp fangs. Smelling the other youkai's blood was tantalizing as he placed his mouth over the wound and tasted the kumo's exotic blood. And as the combination of their previous acts and his burning desire stacked on top of each other, the need between his legs surmounted to where he couldn't take it anymore. Lacing his fingers with Naraku's as he positioned himself over the youkai's body, he whispered in his ear: "Fire." he slid his forehead across his partner's before he continued in the other ear, "fire in my nightmares and fire within me..." he moved to Naraku's lips, "But it will listen.." And as he kissed the kumo passionately with his mouth, his body folded to Naraku's frame. The kumo moaned with pleasure as he moved inside him, and as he finally exploded and filled the demon with more than a part of himself, his mind reached out to embrace his lover.and he finally knew what it felt like to love someone. When it was over, it seemed like it had lasted forever, but at the same time, it felt as if it had ended too soon. Mildly exhausted and dazed, Sesshoumaru collapsed on top of Naraku, panting for breath. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment.
Naraku's grip on Sesshoumaru's still intertwined hand increased as the inu fell against him. His breath was heavy and Sesshoumaru's scent filled him entirely. The ache in his chest rose once more. What was this phantom emotion? But he knew... He remembered the words Sesshoumaru had spoken, how long ago? Time no longer mattered. Naraku's free hand roamed slowly through the silvery silken hair. Slowly, as the fires of passion well up inside him, this wasn't over. Sesshoumaru opened his eyes only to see the kumo's wicked grin. He rolled them over and pressed their foreheads together, his body aching. "And it will never disobey me again..." He whispered to finish the Inu's sentence from earlier as they melded together once more. Naraku delved into Sesshoumaru's mouth with his tongue, rubbing it against the inu's fangs, causing him to bleed into Sesshoumaru's mouth. He doubted there'd be any protests during his act of showing what he now knew as... love.
Sesshoumaru was caught off guard as he once again tasted Naraku's blood as it filled his mouth and his senses. 'It's so rich.' He thought of all the demons that it must have taken to make blood taste that sweet. 'What's one more?' he thought, and then cut his own tongue on his fangs, letting their blood mingle and intertwine as did their tongues already.
That taste... though it was only a little amongst so much of his own, was utterly recognizable. 'Your blood tastes so much sweeter from your lips, Sesshoumaru...' the words echoed as they resurfaced in his mind. Then curiosity struck.... did it taste sweeter from his lips? Naraku dragged his claws lightly over Sesshoumaru's chest. He broke the kiss only to trail more down his throat. He kissed the hallow of his throat. The scent of blood urged him on and so, he dragged his tongue slowly across the blood designs he had made along Sesshoumaru's chest.
The inu let his head fall back as the feel of Naraku's nails and tongue across his chest made him feel giddy. No one could put a chill through his body quite like Naraku could. Meanwhile, the cut on his tongue was still leaking blood and when it filled his mouth, he stretched his head back up and used a finger to tip the kumo's head in his direction. He closed his mouth over Naraku's, letting his blood fill the other youkai's as he gripped a fistful of the auburn hair in his left hand.
That bittersweet taste of blood made it quite hard for him to concentrate. He pulled away, leaning close to Sesshoumaru's ear. "I was right.... Your blood is so much sweeter from your lips, Sesshoumaru...." He smiled, purring softly into Sesshoumaru's ear. He fiercely reclaimed the inu's lips before his energy was completely spent and he leaned against Sesshoumaru's warm body.
Sesshoumaru closed his eyes and let out a contented sigh as he reached up and began stroking the kumo's tangled mess of auburn hair. He was utterly spent--and yet he couldn't remember when he'd felt any happier. Glancing down at the resting figure on his chest, he wondered if Naraku felt the same as he did.
Fatigue gripped at his chest, seducing him with its wiles. He reached p and stroked Sesshoumaru's face, smiling sleepily. He let his hands tangle in the silvery mass. He was warm... and content. He nuzzled against Sesshoumaru's chest, his scent making him feel safe from the insecurities that always stole away his sleep. He heard Sesshoumaru begin to speak and forced himself to stay awake to hear what he was saying.
"Naraku."
"Mmm?"
"I've found... a purpose to live....Would you like to know what it is, Kumo?"
Naraku squirmed a little and drifted off to sleep, the question lost amongst his slumber.
Sesshoumaru, feeling the change in the form that lay on top of him, smiled ruefully and whispered into the dark the answer to his question: "You."
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By: The Gifted Ten & DerrangedBlonde
Part Five: Demons' Passion
Gradually, Sesshoumaru could feel the weight of his body as his mind tentatively restored the link with body and soul. He slowly opened his eyes. The room still held its usual gloomy twilight. He moaned and brought his hand up to his forehead; he could feel a migraine coming on.
Naraku had drifted off into a light trance like sleep. The sudden stirring brought him to. Naraku looked down at Sesshoumaru. "It's about time you woke." Generally, his voice would have been sharp and menacing. But this in this case, it wasn't.
Startled at the closeness the voice had come from, Sesshoumaru moved his hand down away from his face and was suddenly looking into Naraku's deep amethyst eyes. Although finding himself being cradled in Naraku's lap what a bit unnerving at first, what intrigued Sesshoumaru even more was that the youkai's eyes no longer held the cold, uncaring hatred they once had, (even the voice had not held its usual bitterness). Not knowing how long he would be able to look into those deep orbs, Sesshoumaru tried to sit up and face the kumo properly, and he somewhat succeeded-with Naraku's help-and he was soon once again leaning against the wall, regarding the youkai with mild suspicion. Not knowing how well his voice worked, he managed to fumble out the words, "H-How long."
"Not very." Naraku looked him over to make sure he was ok before boring a hole in the floor with an icy glare. He had to at least look a little scary to hide the strange happenings going on inside. "Since I don't think you heard me back in your mind...." he looked in the completely opposite direction of Sesshoumaru, "Thank you for saving me." This was most certainly not the Naraku he knew himself to be. This wasn't anyone he knew! (Which meant he would just have to find out who he had become). One last thing tugged on his mind. "I just... don't understand, why?" Naraku kept his head bowed so the soft puzzled expression of his face couldn't be seen.
Sesshoumaru's eyes slightly hazed over as he remembered what had happened. "I..I don't know why, but...," he looked down at his hand resting in his lap, "..I didn't want you to die..." Now the kumo looked at him, "...even.."-he took a breath-"..even if it meant killing my demon side," he finished. The impact of what he'd done was now being slowly absorbed by his brain. 'What...have I done?' he asked himself again.
For the first time in Naraku's entire life, he bit his lip nervously. 'He didn't want me to die.... he sacrificed a part of him for... me.' Naraku, remembering to breathe, put a hand on his chest to suppress the phantom ache.
"I feel...hollow inside," he continued, "like, there's only half of me left." He blinked, coming to the realization: "I..can no longer...transform into my demon self..." He looked down on his human-like body, "This is...how I will be..from now on." Sesshoumaru finally looked up at Naraku, though it seemed he was staring past him, "What shall I do now? I'm not a true inu demon anymore!" He looked down, adding quietly, "There is nothing left for me anymore; there is no one.I am nothing now."
Naraku's eyes widened and he clenched a fist. "Nothing... You think you're... nothing?!" Naraku didn't realize what he had done until he felt the sting in his hand and saw the imprint on Sesshoumaru's face. He bit his lip, now fully facing Sesshoumaru. "You aren't nothing." he said softly, not believing he was saying these heartfelt words. "You are so, so much more than nothing!" He gave Sesshoumaru a significant look. "And last time that I checked, inu, I'm still here." He fought back a smile by glaring. What was he saying? Naraku himself didn't know.
Sesshoumaru sat there, staring at the kumo with wide eyes. 'Does Naraku actually...care about me?' He couldn't fathom the idea that someone would have feelings toward him other than hatred.
Naraku, naturally curious as to what thoughts his speech had induced, scanned Sesshoumaru's thoughts. "Yes... Sesshoumaru. I do... actually.." He looked away, taking in a huge breathe. "I do care." He nervously looked back up at Sesshoumaru, waiting for a response.
The stunned expression on the inu youkai's face slowly thawed. 'Do you?', he thought, knowing Naraku could read his mind. But before the kumo could answer, Sesshoumaru had used his demonic speed, and was now inches away from the youkai's face. 'Then show me.' And with that, he brought his hand up to rest on the back of Naraku's neck and pulled him into a kiss. It lasted several seconds before Sesshoumaru, sensing an objection from the youkai, finally pulled away, his eyes intensely regarding the kumo.
Naraku blinked, fingertips resting on his lips for a moment. 'Did that... just happen?' There was warmth upon his lips, rushing through his entire body. He felt... alive! He grinned wickedly. "Your wish is my command, Sesshoumaru." He brushed a few loose strands of silver hair from the inu's face before pulling him into a rough kiss.
As Naraku's kiss became more intense than his own, Sesshoumaru raked his fingers through the kumo's hair. However, while all this was going on, a small part of him despised the loss of his left arm; since he was doing all that he could with just his one. But he continued the kiss, and tried to ease his thoughts, and moved even closer to Naraku-if it was possible.
Naraku sighed happily as Sesshoumaru's fingertips raced over his scalp. He was drowning in this unrequited attention. But a spark of discomfort coming from Sesshoumaru dragged him out of the dreamy bliss. "Let me..." His hand went to the shoulder of Sesshoumaru's missing arm. "Help you..." he whispered once more against the inu's lips. His hand went underneath his collar, pushing the cloth down, exposing skin. He smiled sadly upon finding his targeted area. "With that..."
Humiliation shone in Sesshoumaru's eyes as he looked down at his severed arm. He tried to squirm out of Naraku's gentle but firm hold on him, but he soon realized it was no use, and he looked back to Naraku questioningly.
Naraku grinned and leaned forward on Sesshoumaru, pushing him back to the floor since they had moved from the wall. He leaned so close, his lips brushed against the inu's as he spoke. "It will burn..." he warned softly before recapturing those tempting lips for his own once more. Naraku's hand closed around the stumped flesh, glowing as it did. He could feel the wince of pain from Sesshoumaru. Naraku's free hand pressed down onto the inu's other shoulder, burying itself in the soft boa, pinning him down with muffled force.
Sesshoumaru felt divided; as one part of him-namely his left arm-felt like it was on fire and wanted Naraku to stop, while the other part of him melted under the kumo's touch and wished he would never stop. As the pain in his left arm grew to intolerable level, however, Sesshoumaru momentarily broke the kiss as he sucked in air through his teeth. "Naraku...please," he panted, "I can't take it much longer.."
He studied the inu's face, eyes shut so tight in unbearable pain that it looked as if they might never open. Tears stained that fair face of his. 'He's crying....' Naraku thought bitterly. He pressed his left cheek to Sesshoumaru's damp right cheek and whispered, "I don't... wish to hurt you.... But you're beautiful when you cry." He grinned, kissing along Sesshoumaru's jaw line, then to his throat, pausing to bite and nip here and there. Naraku's fingers laced between Sesshoumaru's. The act was done.
The inu youkai's eyes slowly opened. They widened even more as he suddenly recognized something he hadn't felt in ages: sensation in his left arm. He turned his head in disbelief as he slowly raised the new arm to where he could see it better. He turned it in all possible angles, admiring its perfection. Then, remembering why he even had it to begin with, he turned and looked at Naraku, who was gazing down at him with a grin upon his face. To stifle the laughter that was beginning to escape his mouth, Sesshoumaru quickly reached up with his left hand and pulled Naraku down on him-using the kumo's plentiful locks of auburn hair to muffle his joy. "Thank you..." he whispered in his ear before he pressed his mouth to Naraku's once again.
Naraku suppressed his smile with a playful growl. His fingernails scraped gently over the inu's regained arm, threatening and teasing him with danger all at once. "Prove your thanks." He whispered against the inu's lips, looking up into his eyes. He smiled devilishly.
Sesshoumaru grinned, his pleasure openly showing on his face. Then, mischief glittered in his eyes as he brought his arms up on either side of Naraku's ribs. Using his razor sharp nails, he pierced through the kumo's garments and, with agonizing slowness, he cut the material until it was barely hanging on Naraku's shoulders.
Naraku leaned close to Sesshoumaru's ear. "If you want to keep your boa intact.... I suggest you speed up the process." he growled playfully, nipping at his ear. He planted small, wanton kisses in a trail back to the youkai's lips.
Sensing the sincerity in the kumo's threat, Sesshoumaru brought his claws over the major hems of the outfit and the shredded material fell in misshapen pieces around Naraku's arms. "Is this better?" he crooned, not really referring to the torn clothes as he leaned up and kissed Naraku hungrily, using his nails to send chills up the kumo's spine as he lightly raked them over his back and into his hair once again.
So soon, so suddenly this had happened.... and so eagerly did he respond, desire burning in each of his kisses and caresses. He settled himself against Sesshoumaru's body only to find a jagged piece of Sesshoumaru's broken armor threatening to puncture his skin. He winced, pulling off the remainders of the armor, never breaking the last kiss he placed on Sesshoumaru's lips.
Wanting to get rid of any more distractions, the inu youkai pulled at his bloody sash and outer kimono until only his undergarment remained. His mouth still locked with Naraku's, Sesshoumaru moaned and pressed himself to the other youkai's lean body. Still not enough, he deepened the kiss and slid his tongue past his fangs and into Naraku's mouth.
Finally, the feeling he'd craved for ages-years-was now his. And how he savored the feeling of warmth flesh on flesh provided. But it wasn't enough... his body hungered for more. He sucked on Sesshoumaru's tongue with wanton abandon before thrusting his on tongue into Sesshoumaru's mouth in rebellion. His fingertips traced over the youkai's throat as light as a ghost's touch, trying to send chills down his spine.
Sesshoumaru's nerve endings were going berserk as Naraku indulged his craving for more pleasure with one act after another. As the two demons continued their dangerous game of give and take, Sesshoumaru could feel something deep inside of him building up. It did not go away. Even after there was nothing that separated their bodies anymore, he could still feel something pulling him, driving him, until he couldn't think about anything else.
Naraku wanted more... he thought the kisses, the caresses would be enough. But he wanted, craved something more. The desperation filled his chest and flooded his senses. "More..." he whispered against Sesshoumaru's lips before claiming them in that desperate passion.
'Your wish is my command,' he thought at him as he sat up, pulling Naraku up with him as they continued their passionate kissing. Running his fingers through the kumo's disheveled hair again, he then encircled one hand behind the youkai's head and used his other arm to brace himself as he leaned into Naraku, forcing him down on the matted floor. "This time..." he breathed, "..you're mine."
Naraku winced more from surprise than from any minor pain Sesshoumaru had inflicted forcing him on the floor. His eyes widened as the heated words cut through the passion, reaching his mind. His mind was thick with fog but he understood. "Then take me..." he whispered, that wicked grin threatening to appear once more.
The inu youkai smiled. The need in him was almost unbearable as it pitted itself in his groin. He bent his head, giving Naraku another heated kiss, accidentally cutting the kumo's lip with his sharp fangs. Smelling the other youkai's blood was tantalizing as he placed his mouth over the wound and tasted the kumo's exotic blood. And as the combination of their previous acts and his burning desire stacked on top of each other, the need between his legs surmounted to where he couldn't take it anymore. Lacing his fingers with Naraku's as he positioned himself over the youkai's body, he whispered in his ear: "Fire." he slid his forehead across his partner's before he continued in the other ear, "fire in my nightmares and fire within me..." he moved to Naraku's lips, "But it will listen.." And as he kissed the kumo passionately with his mouth, his body folded to Naraku's frame. The kumo moaned with pleasure as he moved inside him, and as he finally exploded and filled the demon with more than a part of himself, his mind reached out to embrace his lover.and he finally knew what it felt like to love someone. When it was over, it seemed like it had lasted forever, but at the same time, it felt as if it had ended too soon. Mildly exhausted and dazed, Sesshoumaru collapsed on top of Naraku, panting for breath. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment.
Naraku's grip on Sesshoumaru's still intertwined hand increased as the inu fell against him. His breath was heavy and Sesshoumaru's scent filled him entirely. The ache in his chest rose once more. What was this phantom emotion? But he knew... He remembered the words Sesshoumaru had spoken, how long ago? Time no longer mattered. Naraku's free hand roamed slowly through the silvery silken hair. Slowly, as the fires of passion well up inside him, this wasn't over. Sesshoumaru opened his eyes only to see the kumo's wicked grin. He rolled them over and pressed their foreheads together, his body aching. "And it will never disobey me again..." He whispered to finish the Inu's sentence from earlier as they melded together once more. Naraku delved into Sesshoumaru's mouth with his tongue, rubbing it against the inu's fangs, causing him to bleed into Sesshoumaru's mouth. He doubted there'd be any protests during his act of showing what he now knew as... love.
Sesshoumaru was caught off guard as he once again tasted Naraku's blood as it filled his mouth and his senses. 'It's so rich.' He thought of all the demons that it must have taken to make blood taste that sweet. 'What's one more?' he thought, and then cut his own tongue on his fangs, letting their blood mingle and intertwine as did their tongues already.
That taste... though it was only a little amongst so much of his own, was utterly recognizable. 'Your blood tastes so much sweeter from your lips, Sesshoumaru...' the words echoed as they resurfaced in his mind. Then curiosity struck.... did it taste sweeter from his lips? Naraku dragged his claws lightly over Sesshoumaru's chest. He broke the kiss only to trail more down his throat. He kissed the hallow of his throat. The scent of blood urged him on and so, he dragged his tongue slowly across the blood designs he had made along Sesshoumaru's chest.
The inu let his head fall back as the feel of Naraku's nails and tongue across his chest made him feel giddy. No one could put a chill through his body quite like Naraku could. Meanwhile, the cut on his tongue was still leaking blood and when it filled his mouth, he stretched his head back up and used a finger to tip the kumo's head in his direction. He closed his mouth over Naraku's, letting his blood fill the other youkai's as he gripped a fistful of the auburn hair in his left hand.
That bittersweet taste of blood made it quite hard for him to concentrate. He pulled away, leaning close to Sesshoumaru's ear. "I was right.... Your blood is so much sweeter from your lips, Sesshoumaru...." He smiled, purring softly into Sesshoumaru's ear. He fiercely reclaimed the inu's lips before his energy was completely spent and he leaned against Sesshoumaru's warm body.
Sesshoumaru closed his eyes and let out a contented sigh as he reached up and began stroking the kumo's tangled mess of auburn hair. He was utterly spent--and yet he couldn't remember when he'd felt any happier. Glancing down at the resting figure on his chest, he wondered if Naraku felt the same as he did.
Fatigue gripped at his chest, seducing him with its wiles. He reached p and stroked Sesshoumaru's face, smiling sleepily. He let his hands tangle in the silvery mass. He was warm... and content. He nuzzled against Sesshoumaru's chest, his scent making him feel safe from the insecurities that always stole away his sleep. He heard Sesshoumaru begin to speak and forced himself to stay awake to hear what he was saying.
"Naraku."
"Mmm?"
"I've found... a purpose to live....Would you like to know what it is, Kumo?"
Naraku squirmed a little and drifted off to sleep, the question lost amongst his slumber.
Sesshoumaru, feeling the change in the form that lay on top of him, smiled ruefully and whispered into the dark the answer to his question: "You."
A/N: *bows* Thank you! Thank you! I love you all! Please drop some
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(Don't even ask about part six..we're both beat. But we'll prolly be
workin' on it tomorrow-cuz we luv u guys) ^_~