Curse of the Bound Youkai

Title: Curse of the Bound Youkai

Pairings: Miroku/Sesshomaru

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: This will be a tad disturbing. Rape will be the worst of it. Also, I only deal with yaoi. This means plenty of boy on boy action.

Disclaimer: I own nothing here. All characters portrayed within the following story belong to the creators of Inuyasha. I am merely borrowing them for my own sick amusement.

Summary: After a humiliating encounter with Naraku, Sesshomaru suddenly finds himself in an unlikely predicament; he’s human.

Author’s Note: Well there isn’t a lot to say except that I love the character, Sesshomaru, and I just know I’ll love torturing the poor demon. If you don’t mind a bit of Sesshomaru angst, some monk loving, and InuYasha bitching…please, enjoy. ;]

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Chapter One: The Spider’s Deadly Web


Sesshomaru was lithe and agile; his slender but well muscled body glided easily through the trees as he weaved away from yet another of Naraku’s blows. It had become a dance between them that had lasted for what seemed to be hours. Naraku would let his opponent advance just so before he would hurl a fallen tree with one of his mighty tentacles aimed directly at Sesshomaru’s head. The demon Lord would then duck and retaliate with a slash of his claws or a snap of his teeth.

However there was an obvious change in Sesshomaru’s battle tactics. Though still elegant and swift, his movements were noticeably slower than they other wise would be. There was something foul in the air, something which seemed to sap at his energy. At the moment, though, Sesshomaru had other things to concentrate on rather than contemplate just what this mysterious aura could be.

Naraku swiped at the demon dog once more as they continued their battle, neither succumbing to the other and both determined to show that they held supremacy. But Naraku was growing weary of this game. And the increasing stiffness between his legs was making it more difficult to move as gracefully. To lay your eyes upon Sesshomaru in his normal state, he was beautiful. The demon Lord’s beauty was legend throughout his land. But to view Sesshomaru in his full glory, with eyes reddened with blood lust and muscles taut with strain, that was truly a sight to behold.

Not to mention a dangerous one. With all of his attention being drawn to his hardening member, Naraku knew that the time to put phase two of his plan into effect was now while he still held the advantage.

For too long had Sesshomaru defied him. The demon Lord was strong willed and proud. At first these traits had attracted Naraku to the daiyoukai as a possible ally; however that quickly changed as it became obvious that Sesshomaru was too strong willed to successively serve Naraku. Now, there was nothing left to do but to dispose of him. One less enemy in his way, one less obstacle to over come to reach his goal. Only killing Sesshomaru would be too easy. To totally and utterly destroy the pride within Sesshomaru while effectively making him no longer a threat would be far more pleasing.

The wind howled as another tentacle pierced the air straight towards Sesshomaru. The demon Lord noticed it a second too late, the attack having come swifter than all the previous. The vile appendage was already wrapping itself securely around his upper torso even as he was turning in an attempt to dodge it. The tentacle was like a strong cord of muscle that pulsated with a disgusting heat, pinning his one and only arm to his side and lifting him into the air.

Sesshomaru growled his displeasure at such treatment. After all, his clothing was going to be soiled with Naraku’s foul stench. “Release me, hanyou. Or you will find yourself screaming for mercy before I finally lay waste to your miserable life.”

This earned him an amused cackle from his opponent. “Really now, Lord Sesshomaru? You hardly seem to be in the position to make such promises,” Naraku sneered as he tightened his hold around Sesshomaru. The demon dog’s eyes bulged just slightly before the great Lord was able to regain control of his facial expressions. “Tell me, how does it feel to be weaker than you are used to? After all, no hanyou or youkai would be stupid enough to come near you at your full strength.”

“None except you, half breed,” Sesshomaru spat, again attempting to twist his arm free to slash at the offending thing holding him hostage. But as with his previous attempts, this one also lay ineffective.

Naraku chuckled as he stepped closer to his new toy, his cock swelling fuller at the mere sight of the helpless Lord in his grasp. He took note of the flash of worry that shone in Sesshomaru’s eyes. “You feel it, don’t you? The weakness creeping upon you like the cold touch of death. Your limbs grow heavier, do they not? With every step I take towards you, you succumb further to my power.” This was all working out just as he had planned. It was almost too easy to be entertaining. Almost.

Sesshomaru bared his fangs at his attacker, giving a silent warning to not come further. Although he put up a defiant air around him, inside he felt the stirrings of fear. Naraku was indeed telling the truth about the feeling of weakness overcoming him. Normally, he’d be able to shrug off his current restraints but he was unable to find the strength. “What is this trick of yours?”

“Oh, this is no trick of mine,” Naraku stated boredly. He reached inside his kimono and withdrew a black cord on which lay a crimson stone pendant with lightly glowed with an inner light. “Yukiko! Come here and show our pet your ‘trick’.”

A rustling in the nearby brush announced the presence of another. As Sesshomaru watched, a specter emerged from the wood. It was a woman dressed in pure white. Her hair hung down past her shoulders in unkempt locks, and her skin nearly shone in the silvery light of the moon. But was most striking, and perhaps most disturbing, was her face. Both eyes lacked pupils leaving only blank, unseeing orbs. Her mouth was twisted as if in mid cry yet no sound escaped her parted lips.

Again Naraku chuckled, pleased at the sense of disgust radiating off of Sesshomaru in waves. “Meet my newest creation, Yukiko, the white witch. She has been kind enough to create you a gift. Yukiko, I believe it is time for Lord Sesshomaru to accept your present.” Naraku held out the pendant to the white witch for her to take.

How the gnarled bony fingers were able to keep hold of the delicate looking string, Sesshomaru could not guess. Yet she plucked the cord from her master and approached Sesshomaru, her mouth opening and closing some as if she were a fish gasping for air once grabbed out of water. Sesshomaru snarled a warning as the white witch raised the cord to his neck, securing it firmly over his throat.

Just as the thought to bite the creature’s hand off at the wrist entered his mind it quickly disappeared to be replaced by a new one. He was in trouble. Sesshomaru howled in discomfort and dismay as icy tendrils raked through his body. The world seemed to brighten for a moment before it was thrown into complete darkness. But what was most disturbing was the heavy pressure he felt placed upon his throat. It felt like he was suffocating.

Again Sesshomaru attempted to claw his way free from the offending tentacle and to rid himself of the cord that was now securely fastened around his slender throat. Only this time his efforts were weaker still.

“Amazing,” Naraku stated, an unusual look of curiosity shining in his gaze as he studied Sesshomaru closely. “Yukiko, you have done well and you shall be rewarded. But for now, you may step to the side and enjoy the show.”

Through the icy pain crackling through his body, Sesshomaru was able to make out Naraku’s words. Show? “W-what is this…” he panted, blinking his eyes against the night air. But to his dismay, the world remained black. What’s more, not only was he now blind, but he had also lost his sense of smell. He suddenly felt more vulnerable than he had ever felt before.

“Now, now, Sesshomaru,” Naraku purred as he reached up to brush his fingers along the curve of Sesshomaru’s jaw. He chuckled when the Lord bit at him, narrowly missing his fingers. “You’ll see in good time just what fate has befallen you. For now, though, I believe I deserve a reward for such a great conquest.”

“You deserve nothing but death,” Sesshomaru spat, suppressing another shudder of fear. He truly was at the mercy of this monster, but that did not mean he would let the other know of his fright. He was only glad that he had had the foresight to send Rin and Jaken back to the palace once he had caught scent of Naraku.

“Perhaps you are right. But I can guarantee it will not be you who will be the cause of my demise.” He reached up to the armor that draped around his captive’s body, his tentacle relaxing its’ hold some. After all, no amount of struggle could save Sesshomaru now.

Feeling his binding being relaxed, Sesshomaru twisted his slender form in an attempt to struggle free. Much to his astonishment, he succeeded in untangling himself enough to fall to the forest floor. His elation was short lived; however, as he suddenly found yet another tentacle upon his back, knocking him off of his feet and onto his chest on the dirt. He growled, though his voice sounded foreign to his own ears.

“Yes, keep struggling, Lord,” Naraku teased, actually mocking the title. After all, he had the Lord of the Western Lands on his face in the dirt. Growing weary of the teasing, Naraku at last began to undo the bindings that held Sesshomaru’s armor in place. After tossing the heavy metal aside, he set upon tearing open the expensive cloth that shrouded the near perfect body beneath.

This earned him another growl of protest. “What are you doing? You dare touch me in such a way?!”

“As if you are in such a situation to stop me.” Another sickening tearing noise filled the air before at last, Sesshomaru was fully disrobed. Naraku let his eyes wander over the smooth expanse of white skin that just beckoned for his touch. Oh yes, Sesshomaru was truly beautiful, even if he was such a pest. Perhaps Naraku would enjoy this part of his plot far more than he had originally intended but, if it gave him pleasure, so much the better. He glanced to the side to see the white witch standing by a nearby tree, her seemingly sightless eyes focused upon her master and his captive. Naraku could not help the smirk that formed upon his lips; though Yukiko was blind to all physical sight, her mere presence would help add to Sesshomaru’s shame and in effect, add to Naraku’s pleasure.

Without a second thought, Naraku discarded his clothing and tossed them aside, glad to be finally released from the confining garments. His erection bobbed up as his pants were removed, the cool night breeze blowing over his heated skin making him shiver.

Beneath him, Sesshomaru squirmed as he tried again to shrug off the tentacle that kept him pinned. But his efforts only enticed the hanyou more as his hips wiggled with his struggles, making his perfectly sculpted ass wave invitingly.

Naraku kicked apart Sesshomaru’s legs and knelt between them, making sure to keep his hold between the demon’s shoulder blades. After all, even in his weakened state, Sesshomaru still had centuries worth of training as a warrior behind him. He was still capable of doing damage if given the proper opportunity. One which Naraku had no intention to give.

“What a pity you sent your two wards away so quickly. I am sure they would have marveled at the sight of their great Lord spread out like a whore in front of a half-breed,” Naraku taunted as he ran his fingernails down along Sesshomaru’s back, marveling at how the red welts that trailed after his nails contrasted so violently against the creamy white skin.

The mention of Rin and Jaken sent a new wave of shame through Sesshomaru. If they saw him now, would they have spat his name in disgust and walked away? He could not blame them if they would have, for he was supposed to be stronger than this. All hanyou were supposed to fear him, not cause him fear. The moment of self pity was quickly pushed aside as he let his anger take hold of him once more. No, he would not allow this to happen! He would not allow himself to be disgraced in such a manner! With all of his might, Sesshomaru pushed upon the ground in an attempt to push the other demon away from him. He barely rose a centimeter before he again found his face pressed into the earth. He roared his anger and clawed at the dirt as realization that he was indeed too weak to even fight set in.

Naraku snickered and gave Sesshomaru’s ass a quick, harsh slap. “Bad dog, still disobeying its’ master? Perhaps it just needs a reminder on who is in control?”

Without waiting for a reply, Naraku grasped Sesshomaru by the hips and hauled the other man to his knees, the tip of Naraku’s weeping cock brushed lewdly over the crack of Sesshomaru’s ass. Even as Sesshomaru shivered and attempted to shy away from the throbbing organ, the hold on his hips tightened, keeping him securely locked in place.

Naraku leaned over the slender body that was bent before him until his lips grazed the tip of Sesshomaru’s ear, his tongue flicked out, lapping at the hot flesh. “I want you to remember this, dog. Remember who best you, who owned you. For the remainder of your miserable weak life, I want you to remember that it was I who made the great Lord of the West fall to his knees!” As the last of the words were spoken, sharp teeth suddenly sunk into his earlobe, making Sesshomaru howl. However, the pain of his ear was quickly subdued by the even sharper pain of Naraku’s cock being thrust deep inside his body.

Sesshomaru’s fingers curled in the wet soil as he fought back another cry of agony. He had dealt with pain before, the loss of his arm being among one of the worst experiences, but nothing had ever felt this intense. It was worse, he realized, because Naraku was not only violating him physically, but mentally as well. He wanted to swing back and slash at the foul monster with his claws or to kick him in the groin, but knew that he was securely pinned. The only thing he could do was to stay there and tolerate it until the ordeal was over. After which, Naraku would face his justice.

Naraku rolled his hips almost lazily as he slid his throbbing erection back into the warm cavern of Sesshomaru’s ass. His intentions had been to quickly take what he wanted then to leave, but after having entered the sweet body before him, he knew that it would be far better to drag out the torture as slow as possible. And what a sweet torture it was. Whether Sesshomaru knew it or not, his pointless struggles and clenching and unclenching of his muscles around his cock was making the experience all the better for Naraku. He moaned as he thrust into Sesshomaru, keeping his hands firm upon the milky white hips, holding them in place. Much to his amusement, Sesshomaru was shivering now below him with barely controlled anger and…what’s this? Naraku sniffed the air and chuckled, catching the faint scent of the other’s arousal. Ah, so even Sesshomaru could not control his own body. This was most amusing.

“Such a little whore,” Naraku purred as he angled his hips a little before he thrust back into Sesshomaru’s tight ass. His guess had been correct as he watched Sesshomaru tense and felt his muscles tighten more around Naraku’s cock, letting him know that he had indeed found that sweet center. Again and again he struck that same spot until Sesshomaru nearly whimpered, his arm shaking more violently now with strain from holding back his moans.

Sesshomaru closed his eyes tightly and bowed his head in shame as his body screamed its’ betrayal. His cock was hard, actually hard! There was nothing about Naraku that he found attractive and most certainly there was nothing about the situation he found arousing. Yet still, he could not will his erection away. His cheeks burned hotly with an angered flush as he tried to tear himself away from the ramming shaft.

Naraku snickered from behind him. “So sweet and tight,” he panted, thrusting into the great Lord again until he was fully sheathed, thick ropes of precum already coating the inner tunnel of muscle. “So sweet…my little whore.”

Again, Sesshomaru tossed his head back, screaming his rage into the night sky. But only the animals of the forest heard his call, and they would not be coming to his aid.


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The sun rose over the unusually quiet forest, casting its’ warm rays down upon the trees and waking the creatures, both great and small, to a new day. But one such creature did not want to wake. In fact, he wanted nothing more than to wrap himself back up in the thick, cold blanket the night had enveloped him in. For there lay the promise of forgetting and being forgotten; the glow only shed light on his existence.

Not to mention on everything else. With a low groan, Sesshomaru managed to use his remaining arm to push himself up from the forest floor. He blinked his eyes as he glanced around, taking note that his vision had returned, albeit not as perfected as it had been. Everything appeared dimmer to him and in less detail. Where he had been able to make out the farthest tree in the wood, he could now only see a jumble of brown as tree trunk merged with tree trunk. It was most disturbing.

He flinched as he again forced his body to move, his ass suddenly aflame with pain. Sesshomaru grimaced just slightly as he pushed himself to his feet, his hand going back to tenderly touch his abused skin. Curious, he was still wounded. Perhaps Naraku’s spell also weakened his healing powers.

Naraku. Sesshomaru growled as flashbacks of the night before sprung up unwanted in his mind. Naraku’s forceful thrusts, his taunts…Sesshomaru’s own cries of pain and anger. One thing was clear, once the cursed thing around his neck was removed, no saint or kami in all of the universe would save the hanyou from Sesshomaru’s wrath. Vengeance would be dealt out swiftly and cruelly.

But first things first; he needed to clean himself up and regain his former power. Replacing his normal mask of ice upon his delicate features, Sesshomaru bent down and retrieved what remained of his clothing. The once pristine silks were now in tatters as huge claw marks ran down its’ length. What was left of the cloth was dotted with mud and a mixture of blood and semen. Disgusting, but still salvageable until he could find something more proper.

He hung these silks over his arm then reached for his Tokijin, only to have his hand quickly repelled away. That aura! So strong and cold. It actually made his skin crawl, as if the sword were alive and threatening. But this could not be, could it? He, Lord Sesshomaru, had already overcome this evil presence and dominated it. Yet now it appeared to be he who was dominated by the sword. With a soft growl, Sesshomaru picked up his sash and wrapped it around the evil sword. He may not be able to wield it now, but it would be his again to use.

Carefully, he placed the sword inside a nearby log that had fallen, making the perfect hiding place for his weapon. On a second thought, Sesshomaru picked up his armor. Yes, it was as he had expected. The armor was light when he was at his full strength, but now it would only slow him down. Until he could find a way to destroy the curse upon him, the armor would also have to be stashed away. Without dwelling on it further, he slid the armor in beside his sword and covered his precious possessions with nearby foliage. Unless a demon wandered by and was able to sense the sword’s aura, they should be safe. And even if a demon were to discover them, it was unlikely that the demon would be strong enough to handle the sword.

After taking a quick glance around and committing the place to memory, Sesshomaru picked up the remainder of his possessions that had been scattered over the forest floor: his Tenseiga, the fur pelt, and the remainder of his silks.

Satisfied he had recovered everything worth salvaging, Sesshomaru turned and headed in the direction he heard moving water. Being covered in blood and semen, not to mention dirt and foliage, was unbefitting of a demon Lord. The sooner he rid himself of the filth, the better. He held his head high with pride despite his lack of clothing and his obvious limp. The ordeal had been horrid, but he was not the type to dwell on unnecessary emotions such as self-disgust and sadness. He would only keep hold of his anger and use it as fuel to push him towards his ultimate goal: Naraku’s destruction.

The sound of moving water grew louder as he approached the stream. It ran over smooth rocks, creating dips and pools at random parts. Sesshomaru chose a larger pool to bathe in. He moved atop a rock, his clothing still in hand, and was just about to lower the garment into the cool water when he froze. The face staring back at him was that of a stranger.

Long black hair flowed down the figures back, framing the near-perfect body, save for the missing arm. The face resembled what he was used to seeing in his reflection; only his normal amber colored eyes were now brown and surprisingly human. Even the markings upon his face had changed to a much lighter red appearance, resembling the hue of scars he had seen upon human bodies.

“No…” his deep voice rumbled from his throat, followed by an attempted snarl. But the snarl sounded almost comical compared to the frightening noise he usually could produce. “This can’t be. I am youkai!”

Even as he growled his objections, however, he took note of another disturbing fact. His fingers ended not in sharp deadly points, but in blunt human fingernails. “Naraku!” His voice thundered through the wood, sending small creatures fleeing for their lives. “I shall kill you for this disgrace. Naraku!!”

And if the hanyou were listening, he provided no response. Only the sound of the stream flowing greeted his very human ears.

AN: Next chapter soon.