Old Lust Dies Hard
By, Luminaria
Chapter 5: In The Forest
Sesshomaru wandered around out in the woods the next day, the first day of mating season that was to go for at least a week. He had his trusted Tokijin with him, and he was far from a populated area so as not to harm anyone.
He walked in a quick pace so as to distance himself from any humans who might've been hiking around the area, and stopped near the center, leaning against a tree and gripping the sheath of his sword so tight he feared it might snap from the pressure.
"I'm not going to mate with Senayalayasha until he so desires. We'll do it next mating season. I'm going to wait it out here so as not to deny his wish…" he said, folding his arms and sitting cross-legged on the ground. It wasn't like there were very many demons left to mate with anyway, so he should be alright.
He sat there with his eyes closed, riding everything out for the first two days. Near sunset was when the effects of heat really started to set in. His body temperature went up and he started to sweat, sharp pains started to shoot through his body, and his scent started to waft away from him in light bursts.
If anyone comes, I'll kill them. I'm not doing it this year… he thought, clenching his teeth together and concentrating on getting through the whole ordeal without going crazy. Well, he had made it through the past some hundred or so without, so this year shouldn't be a problem. Though how he did it was a strict secret as any youkai that didn't mate every year died, and he wasn't about to mess it up for him or anyone else.
By the end of the sixth day, the entire situation was becoming really tiring and was starting to frustrate Sesshomaru, like it did every year. If it just lasted a day or maybe two at most, then it would've been great. Now, he barely had the patience to sleep…which was a bad thing. That meant that he no longer had the patience for anything else…except for nothing.
Sesshomaru gripped the sheath of his sword, forcing himself to stay sitting as a thick cloud started to fill the area, too thick a almost breathe and full of one's heavy, cunning scent that he never wanted to know, much less see or feel, again. He kept still however, resisting the urge to look up.
The miasma started to become thicker, and the cloud started to gently caress his face and hair. He raised a hand and waved it away, refusing to fall victim to something like that again. As soon as the miasma became close to its thickest, he looked up and hissed at the dark figure outlined in the dark violet mist.
"Naraku…get away from me, you sick bastard…" Sesshomaru growled, his voice full of malice. Naraku only laughed at him.
"Why, Sesshomaru, it's nice to see you too, and in such a venerable state as well. Oh, how well my luck is going, hai?" said Naraku, smiling that evil bitch smile and sitting so close to Sesshomaru that he could feel the fabric of Naraku's hakama against his, speaking right into the youkai's ear.
Sesshomaru rose and drew his Tokijin without a second's notice and swung it down onto Naraku…
And he caught it. Caught it by the blade and held onto it with a hand, a single hand, but it wasn't cut, bleeding. Sesshomaru blinked and looked up at Naraku, perplexed, angered, and impatient. He jerked the sword free and swung again, only this time at Naraku's side. He still caught it, this time by the wrist that was hidden inside of his dark blue kimono.
Naraku smiled and raised his arm, the sleeve falling to his elbow and showing him his undamaged forearm. What was left of a cut was healing impossibly fast, even for a youkai. Sesshomaru stared at him unbelieving, and then backed up a step against the tree…which was a bad move on his part.
Naraku moved and without seeing how he did it, the bastard was standing in front of him, pinning him to the trunk of the tree. This Naraku was stronger than the one that he had defeated from what he remembered. And wasn't he dead? So that means…his soul possessed Menatsu's body and he transformed it into his old one only with more abilities and the ones he had before were stronger. Oh…shit…he was in some deep trouble now.
"Sesshomaru, do you know how long it took me to find you again, even as a spirit and possessing bodies? Years, hundreds of years. I found you just this year and came up with a plan. Do you know what that was?" Naraku asked, sliding his left hand into Sesshomaru's kimono and drawing his claws lightly over the youkai's soft chest, leaving deep abrasions that stained the fabric.
He stood there and gazed back into Naraku's eyes, telling him to go on. "Well, the plan was to send you the memories that you had forgotten about me and our time together back through dream weaving. It was really a very simple task, and if I'm right, you responded to the memory of me fucking you quite well, hai?"
How did he know that? Up to using his puppets again to spy upon him? No, he wasn't going to jump to conclusions, but it seemed so obvious. He continued to glare at Naraku as the hand inside of his kimono roved over to one of his nipples and started to torment it.
Sesshomaru simply would not have this. He raised Tokijin again and started to bring it down when Naraku grabbed his wrist and held it tightly, forcing him to let it go. He tried to free it, but finding the effort was unsuccessful, he dropped it to the ground and Naraku gently let go of his arm and looked at Sesshomaru's wrist that he had now cut.
"Oh, it seems that I have cut you. Allow me to get that for you…" he said, moving the arm towards him and licking the blood off of the wrist where it was coming out in a thick rivulet. Sesshomaru watched him and started to pant, lowering his head a bit and swallowing. That can't feel good. It's not supposed to feel like that. Only one person can make him feel that that, and it sure as hell was on fire wasn't Naraku.
He tried to pull his arm away feebly, then roughly as he came back to his senses. "No…! You're not…doing that again…!"
Naraku looked up into Sesshomaru's eyes and said softly in a calming tone, "Not doing what?"
"What you're thinking about doing while I'm in heat and you having your way with me and leaving me out here to feel miserable afterwards!" Sesshomaru snarled, pulling his arm away from Naraku and trying to shove him off.
Naraku looked at him with intense eyes and gripped Sesshomaru's wrists, refusing to let go and restricting his movement. The youkai continued to struggle despite it all, even when Naraku moved closer to him and started to grind his hips heavily into Sesshomaru's. "Who said I was going to do that…?" Naraku asked thickly.
Sesshomaru threw his head back and let out a loud yell of pleasure and frustration, trying to get Naraku away from his body. "No, you're not going to do that again, you motherfucker!" he said, his head still against the tree and his voice full of ecstasy.
"Ah, but then why are you allowing me to do it now?" Naraku asked with a smile on his lips. "Tell me that."
Sesshomaru couldn't. All he could say was, "You can't do this! I'm already taken!" This caused Naraku to pause and give him a dark glare. Sesshomaru looked at him through half-closed lids, panting heavily with his wrists plastered to the bark.
"Who has you? Was it someone with dog ears? Multicolored hair? A lovely seductive voice? Tell me, Sesshomaru, tell me now!" Naraku hissed.
"Yes…it was him…why? No…What have you done to him? What have you done to Senayalayasha!" Sesshomaru cried out, trying to kick Naraku. Naraku caught the leg by the knee and started to twist it. Sesshomaru yelped.
"I've only done to him what I am going to do to you. You must tell me now, what have you been doing since my death, Sesshomaru? I saw that you were following the times, the dress, now tell me, what is this band of gold on your ring finger?"
"You mean…you raped him? Naraku, you…I'll kill you! Where is he? I'm not telling you anything until you let me see him!"
Naraku frowned. Sesshomaru was being extremely difficult. "Fine," he said, and waved his hand. Next to him, hanging from chains binding his elegant, slender, sexy body, was Senayalayasha, naked, beaten, and raped. The silver chains around his body were burning into his skin, and his head was hanging limply to the side near his shoulder, cuts, hickies, and bites all over his cheeks, neck, chest, stomach, legs, arms, and the upper side of his feet.
"How could you…"Sesshomaru asked, staring over Naraku's shoulder at Senayalayasha's still form with tears falling down his face. How could you do that to him…?"
Naraku smiled again and let go of Sesshomaru, walking over to Senayalayasha's body and gently running his hands over the still body in a cruel, evil fashion.
"Stop touching him that way!" Sesshomaru said, body shaking angrily and his voice wavering. Naraku looked back up at him and raised his eyebrows as he went and started to kiss Senayalayasha down his body again.
"No, stop that! STOP IT! If you want to do that, do it to me! Leave Senayalayasha alone!"
Naraku looked up. "So, you're going to cooperate with me?"
"Depends. What do you want from me?"
"I want you. You've always been an obsession to me, even after I died. I want you more now that you've killed me once. It'd be interesting to see if you can kill me now. But, what I really want, is you as my eternal lover."
"I'm taken by Senayalayasha! We're engaged, and you can't stop us from next season!"
"Oh, can't I? That's why I'm here. I'm here to take you as mine and to kill your present lover," said Naraku, drawing a long sword.
"If you leave Senayalayasha alive, then I'll go through with it," said Sesshomaru, getting nervous.
"I suppose I can go with that plan instead. I get what I desire, and so do you, even though you'll never be able to love him again," Naraku said softly, reaching up and stroking Senayalayasha's hair before walking back to Sesshomaru and touching his face.
He kissed Sesshomaru's lips and his hands started to rove, sliding inside of his kimono and hesitating slightly on the edge of his hakama. Sesshomaru started to fight back a little, thinking about throwing him off. Naraku evidently picked up on the negative vibes and grasped Sesshomaru's wrists tightly, throwing him against the tree roughly and starting to bite lightly on his neck. Sesshomaru's breath started to speed up again and he bit back moans.
"Sesshomaru, my darling, I thought you said you weren't going to fight me. But this works just as well. In fact, I think it'll heighten the pleasure quite considerably," Naraku said, starting to take off Sesshomaru's kimono with his teeth.
The inu youkai laid against the tree, plastered there by the other male youkai that was trapping him with his hips. He groaned and began pushing all of this weight into Naraku's body, trying to get enough room to pull up his legs and kick him away. He may have given himself to Naraku, but he wasn't going to let him invade his body again without a decent fight, much less during mating season.
Naraku fought back with little effort, using more of his miasma to his advantage by using it to intoxicate Sesshomaru. He felt it began to work on the silver-haired demon as his body started to relax and his eyes started to cloud over, but he continued to fight.
"I'm not going to be that…submissive…this time, Naraku! I'm going to fight back until I die of exhaustion!" Sesshomaru growled, bringing up his knee and driving it into Naraku's groin. The poison youkai groaned lowly and released Sesshomaru long enough for him to kick him upside the head and make a run for Senayalayasha's unconscious body. He had to get him out of there, he just had to!
He had barely touched his lover's soft hand when he was tackled and his hands shackled above his head. Sesshomaru let out a low snarl and thrashed around under Naraku, trying to get out from under him.
He felt the weight being lifted off of his waist and his body being dragged to a nearby tree, his hands then chained to the branch above his head so that he hung an inch or so from the ground, yet in perfect reach of Naraku's hungry hands.
Sesshomaru grasped the thick chain above his head and started to pry the links apart as Naraku started to slide his kimono off and untie his hakama, letting his dark hair down. He chuckled.
"Sesshomaru, you won't be able to break those chains. I've enhanced them to make them strong enough so that not even you can get free. They'll tighten on your wrists before you even have a link loose," he chuckled. Sure enough, just when the youkai felt one of the links start to give, the shackles tightened to the point of nearly cutting his skin through to the bone. He let out a slight yelp of agony, his hands releasing the chain and his body freezing as he waited for the pain to pass. It simply refused.
Naraku moved close to Sesshomaru's kimono, starting to untie the hakama belt that held both of the garments together and touching the pale skin inside of them. He barely reacted through the pain as the crimson blood began to run down his arms in thick rivulets and stain his white kimono.
The demon started to run his hands up and over the surface of Sesshomaru's chest, teasing his nipples and leaving bloody bites on his skin. The inu youkai refused to react, except for when Naraku's hand dove down into his hakama and started to explore his legs. He then kicked Naraku full under the chin and begin struggling with the chain again, fighting the agony and miasma.
"You're not doing that that easy…now if I could just…get one of these…links…open…I could…get down and get 'Yasha where he needs to be…" he said in a strained voice as Naraku started to stand with a hand on his jaw.
"You feisty bastard…just for that I shall inflict pain upon your lovely body, far more painful than what is going through your wrists this very moment…" he said.
With that, he grabbed Sesshomaru's ankles and pulled. The demon cried out and tried to recover from the agony, quick breaths coming from his lips and heaving chest. It felt like his hands were being torn from his forearms.
"Naraku…I'll…Aaaaaaa!" he tried, but his sentence was cut off.
"You'll do what?" Naraku asked softly, his miasma becoming thicker and pulling harder.
"I'll kill you again for what you've done to Senayalayasha…Goooooooooooow!"
"You'll do no such thing. When I have you as mine for eternity, you shall bear my offspring," said Naraku, kissing him across his collarbone and up his neck. Sesshomaru started to fight again, but his body started to disobey him again by wrapping his legs around Naraku's waist. Using all of his will, he forced them off and tried to kick him again, but this time, his legs wrapped themselves around the fucker's waist and wouldn't let go, like they were super glued to him. Naraku smiled at him and grasped his thighs tightly, resuming his wonderful hip scraping.
Sesshomaru started to sweat again as he felt the other's groin against his, the feel of it about driving him crazy with need even as he tried to regain control over his legs.
"No…oh, yes…no, stop…I…can't…decide…Naraku, no…stop that…wait, don't…" he moaned as he both tried to pull away from it and beg for more. How he did it, he didn't even know.
Senayalayasha started to come to at the sound of Sesshomaru's voice ringing with inclination through the forest. He opened his eyes and started to look up when he found that he couldn't breathe with the chain around his neck connected to a thick tree branch above him. He melted it at will and fell to the ground with a heavy fwump! on the forest floor, then broke the chains on his wrists behind his back.
Once he was free, he stood and started for Naraku when the force of his miasma began to freeze up his mainframe. He just stopped in his tracks and collapsed, his eyes still open, but a dull, blank, almost black color. Senayalayasha had shut down, and there was no guarantee that he would turn back on.
Sesshomaru looked over Naraku's shoulder through half-lidded eyes as bliss swept through him. "Senayalayasha…" he whispered, and with one last lungful of miasma-infested air, fell into a blackout-like state close to Senayalayasha's shutdown. He would still respond, but he wouldn't be able to fight back. Sesshomaru was trapped.
Some time later, Naraku dressed and carried Sesshomaru up high into the mountains where his fortress lain in ruin. He surveyed the work that had to be done in order for it to me remotely inhabitable, but he didn't care. He had his prize.
Naraku narrowed his eyes. "It'll take some work, but it'll be back in order soon. I've got what I wanted and I'm pleased with that for the time being. But…I cannot wait for the full moon."
In his arms, Sesshomaru moaned and shifted, his lovely eyelashes fluttering in his slumber. A slight breeze came up and started to play about in his silver silk mane, brushing, combing, caressing, and twirling it like a thick, shining mist. Naraku smiled and ran his fingers over Sesshomaru's silk lips.
"Yes, everything's going to plan…just a few more nights to go and he shall be mine…"
Hello. Luminaria's Ghost speaking. Sesshie and Senny are trying to figure out how to bring me back to life, but hey, I'm hangin'. I'm sorry this chapter took FOREVER to post. This was a very difficult chapter, and very loooong, might I add. Wow. Told ya I'd get some yaoi in there, and I did, it's a WHOLE CHAPTER! Now, please review so that you can find out what happens on the full moon. I'm so going to shock a lot of you guys, heh heh!
Senayalayasha: Why did I shut down? It couldn't have been the miasma!
Luminaria: It was. Too heavy for your mainframe to resist. Sorry, but don't worry, someone has to come to Sesshomaru's rescue, so it might be you.
Sesshomaru: I don't need rescuing. I can get out of there myself.
Luminaria: Then why are you still with Naraku?
Sesshomaru: …good point…
Luminaria: Oh, and Senayalayasha, Naraku stole your engagement ring. You better get both of them back before the full moon, or you're loosing Sesshie-kun.
Senayalayasha: WHAT? That ASShole! grabs his sword and runs after Naraku like a madman
Sesshomaru: …I'm being rescued. That's so not right…
