Play Difficult
They had done it again. Neither one knew how many times it had already happened. It just happened, they could not control it, which was something extremely irritating for the both of them, since they were men who liked to be in control, no matter what the matter was. It had become like a drug; dangerous and addictive. Each time they needed something more. There was no end to it. The whole thing was getting on their nerves.
Sesshoumaru pushed Naraku away and got up. He was not sure where his clothes were, or if they were even in one piece anymore. All of their clothes had disappeared somewhere along the way. He could not remember when, he had been thinking different things at that time. Things he did not really want to admit he had been thinking.
"Going away already, Sesshoumaru?" Naraku asked. His voice did not betray anything. It was just as smooth as always. And Sesshoumaru was just as quiet. "You sure don't talk much, do you?" he continued pouting a little as if he was upset about it.
"What is there to talk about?" was the cold answer.
"Perhaps you're right", Naraku muttered and got up from the ground. A large area of grass was flattened around them. Naraku smirked. Well, he thought, they had been quite energetic, hadn't they.
Naraku turned around to look at Sesshoumaru. He could not but admire him. He was beautiful, alright. Especially so, when he was standing like that, naked and just in front of him, almost in his reach. He looked so deceivingly defenseless at that moment.
Of course Naraku knew Sesshoumaru was never defenseless no matter what he looked like. It was a delicious thought though. He yearned to break him. Lately it had been all he could think of. He wanted to see how Sesshoumaru's mighty pride would fall into pieces and those glowing eyes would lose their despised look and get filled with confusion when he was lying under him. He really wanted to see that. The thought made his blood run hot in his veins yet again.
"I can feel your despicable thoughts on my back, you scum", Sesshoumaru said his voice low and warning. He was still trying to gather his clothes which had somehow ended up in very strange places. He was trying very hard to figure out how could his obi had gotten stuck so far above in one of the trees.
"Well well… Haven't you got a sensitive sixth sense…?" Naraku said amused. He walked slowly toward Sesshoumaru.
"Stay where you are", Sesshoumaru spat and flashed red eyes over his shoulder before turning away again.
"Why? You didn't seem to mind few minutes ago." Naraku could not help it. He wanted to provoke the demon in front of him. He loved to see Sesshoumaru lose control of himself. It was absolutely delicious. Just the thought…
"Do NOT speak of it. And where is my sword?" Sesshoumaru snapped. He had finally managed find and put on his clothes which were amazingly still in one piece.
Naraku watch Sesshoumaru as he walked around trying to find his lost things. It was a perfect opportunity to finish him off. He could just get rid of the arrogant yookai lord who wanted to kill him. He was without his sword and he did not even seem to be on guard. He could strike at him and he would not notice a thing. He could see what color Sesshoumaru's blood would be. The image in his head was very tempting. White and angelic Sesshoumaru lying on the ground surrounded by pools of the reddest blood, his golden eyes like glass, not seeing anything.
As tempting as the thought might have been, it was probably the eyes that stopped Naraku from carrying out his plan. Naraku quite liked Sesshoumaru's eyes as they were. If those untamable eyes would lose their arrogant and strong look, it would honestly speaking be boring.
"As I said before", Sesshoumaru suddenly spoke up, "I can feel your despicable thoughts on my back."
"Can you really?" Naraku said a bit mockingly. The image of blood covered Sesshoumaru floated away. He knew very well that it would not be that easy to take Sesshoumaru down, otherwise he would have done it already.
"Yes, and I can assure you that there is no way someone like you could take me down."
Naraku smirked. "Oh really?"
Sesshoumaru turned to face him. He did not like the sound of Naraku's voice at the moment. "Tell me Sesshoumaru", Naraku continued smirking, "if someone like me cannot get you down, then what on earth were we doing a few moments ago, hmm?"
Sesshoumaru tensed visibly and his eyes narrowed. "Do not speak of it!" he sounded harsher this time.
"Have you ever thought of it? About why it always ends up like this?" Naraku kept going. He smirked lazily and enjoyed every minute. Sesshoumaru was obviously angry, only barely restraining his self control.
"I do not spare a thought for the likes of you."
"Oh yes you do. I bet you think of me quite often, don't you? About how to find me, how to kill me. Ah, I can see that I'm right. As much as you try to keep the cold face, your eyes are giving you away."
It was true. Sesshoumaru's blood boiled with anger and hatred toward Naraku. His eyes had a red glint in them and his nails were glowing green because the poison in them was leaping out.
But suddenly his demeanor changed. Naraku was surprised. Sesshoumaru straightened himself and his eyes got filled with arrogance. Naraku grit his teeth. "What about you, half demon? It is the same for you as well, no, even worse. As I recall, you are always the one who wants to be found. You are the one who lets his scent get away from the barrier. It is you who wants me to come to you, just after you have found me. You are the one who follows my every move so that you can get to me faster. And it is quite obvious that you, too, have failed to kill me." Sesshoumaru stared at Naraku mockingly. He smirked slightly and waited for his respond.
Naraku was stunned. He had not expected that Sesshoumaru would make such a counter attack. Actually he had hoped that he would make some other kind of attack so that they could have another round of…activities… Well, it always led to that nowadays.
"So? What if all what you've said is true? What will you do about it?" Naraku's voice was deep and smooth. It caused shivers to go down Sesshoumaru's spine. He did not like it. It was not acceptable to be affected by someone like Naraku. Though he had to admit, that lowlife had a point. Why did it always end up how it did?
Even Sesshoumaru could not deny the fact that it was good, in a very primal way. Most of the time, they just shot insults at each other and tried to cause at least little pain to one another. It was always messy, violent, cruel and somehow very…exiting.
Naraku saw it; the flash of lust in Sesshoumaru's golden eyes. He licked his lips. Now it was like waiting for a great meal you knew would be coming to you soon. What a pity that Sesshoumaru had already dressed. Well, it did not really matter. He liked to take of his clothes. It was always like a little victory itself to be able to do that.
Naraku's flashing red eyes and tongue that liked those lips made Sesshoumaru's cold heart beat a little faster and he felt the urge rise inside him yet again. Adrenalin rose and blood rushed in his veins. They stayed dead still for a moment. Everything went quiet. The only thing they could hear was their heartbeats. Muscles tensed and eyes narrowed…
And they attacked.
Ripping sounds.
The taste of blood.
Nails scraping skin.
The scent of arousal, grass and sweat.
All those things made them go even wilder, attacking harder, desiring more. Making it unbearable. They wanted to cause pain to each other. It was the only way to make it bearable. If it would not be rough, they might find out something they did not want to know, ever. It was much easier to live in denial.
It was convenient that way. They got what they wanted, what their bodies so desperately needed, and they could just walk away from it without thinking it anymore.
Things were getting difficult though. It was every time harder to keep a cold face and pretend it was nothing they should acknowledge. It did not matter where they were, or that they were just about to kill each other. They just attacked and ended up rolling on the ground doing something scandalous.
Naraku pinned Sesshoumaru under him and watched into the golden eyes that looked at him in despise. Sesshoumaru gripped Naraku's hair and pulled him down to a heated kiss before they started to rock their bodies against each other.
It was unforgivable. It was completely unacceptable. It was stupid, crazy and a stairway to doom.
But even so…
Why did they not stop?
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Hi! It's Val babbling again! It's been too long since I last updated... Too long... My apologizes to all those who read Closed up Heart. I'm still not satisfied with the next chapter... Pleas keep supporting me! As a thankyou-gift I give you this. This thingy is going to be collection of oneshots that can be (?) read seperately but will , eventually, form a full story.
I hope you enjoyed reading it!
Oh yeah, about my headlines... I know they are weird and they probably make sense only to me. I assure you I always have a logic in naming my stories, and everything else for that matter, but you should perhaps just take them as they are. I know what I'm doing with them. I think...
'Till next time!
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