Ini-Herit

“Ini-Herit”

By: God of Insanity

Chapter Warning(s): Humor, Fluff(that’s what I think this chapter contains; correct me if I’m wrong), LIME(I think that qualifies as lime) AND NO LEMON HA HA HA!!

A/N:Here’s another chapter, you spoiled children. The last day I updated, I stayed up LATE to finish chapter 8 AND then went to bed and got up 2 hours later to go to school, and before class, I wrote over a 1500 word research paper on Michelangelo… I’m surprised I’m not dead. –falls over- I’m going to die before I get to go on vacation…

My allergies came back again. I had my allergies for a week. Then over spring break, they were gone. But last Sunday, they decided to come back and they’re seriously whipping my ass. My throat is sore and I wake up almost every day with migraines…and my mucus is green, which implies bacterial infection or the like. My muscles are sore from work, too. -utterly miserable-

But anyways, I wanted to update Wednesday and Saturday, but I have a life, -gasp- and not only has my allergies made me weaker and less able to concentrate and focus, but I’ve had to deal with school and work. BUT, I did write over a thousand words on Wednesday and at work on Friday I wrote about a page and would have written more, but the damn kids kept wanting to ride the bumper cars…

Oh, and be patient. My lemons don’t usually come till later. Lemons are good and all, but they are tasteless if there’s no plot and if they come too soon. I’m sure some of you agree. I actually had a reviewer who mentioned it in a review…

NEXT Update: ?? Uhhh…well sometime this week I’m going to try to. MAYBE Wednesday, but I dunno. The damn art class requires us to write papers and finish projects in a RIDICULOUS little amount of time! But yes, for those of you who wish to know, I will try my best to update by the latest…Saturday.

Chapter 9: “Revelation of a Kumo”


Naraku’s black car smoothly pulled into the driveway of a private property. The house was of a good size that would be convenient for a family of five. The color of the Japanese style house was that of a dark yellow hue, which remarkably matched the inu’s eyes almost perfectly.

The property was surrounded by a stone fence and behind the fence was the honey-colored house that was surrounded by a nicely mowed lawn, a decent garden with a koi pond, and a few bushes and trees. It was obvious that the kumo probably had lawn care and garden specialists to help keep his lively looking property healthy and attractive.

Overall, it was a nice property and Sesshoumaru was surprised that the house wasn’t painted black and surrounded by gnarled, creepy looking dead trees. For some reason, he had expected to see a dirty, spooky haunted house like the ones seen from horror movies.

Naraku opened his car door, stepped out, and casually strolled towards his house as if he weren’t naked. He paused after he was about half-way to his house door; he turned his head slightly to see that the inu hadn’t moved at all from his seat in the car. “Oh, come now, Sesshoumaru. No one can see us way out here…”

Sesshoumaru scoffed, “Go to the door and don’t you dare look at me.”

The kumo turned his face away as he rolled his eyes. “It’s a bit too late to be modest now, my pet.” The spider wriggled his sore nose; the inu had nearly broken his nose from that punch. He suspected that Sesshoumaru hadn’t put all his power into it. He knew that if he had been human, the inu would have probably smashed his face in.

The inu merely snorted as a comeback.

It wasn’t until about a few moments later until he heard the inu’s even and quiet steps approaching him from behind. He was tempted to look at his intern just to piss him off, but as much as he liked pain at times, he wasn’t really in the mood for some at the moment.

As soon as Sesshoumaru was nearly right behind him, Naraku unlocked the door and stepped inside. He would have offered to let the younger man enter first, but he knew the stubborn dog would have flat out refused. It was funny how Sesshoumaru was proud and meek at the same time.

Sesshoumaru gingerly strode into the doorway and closed the door behind him quietly. He respectively slipped off his shoes and placed them somewhere near the door neatly. Little did he know that the kumo watched him with a little smile on his face. As soon as the inu stood up and looked at Naraku, his gaze had left the dog demon before he could get caught.

“Do you wish to take a shower now?” The kumo’s smooth voice emerged from the darkness. Just like his office, he kept his house very dark. Metal shutters on the windows barred any light from entering the darkness. A human or lesser youkai would no doubt feel intimidated in such an environment, but both demons could see well enough in the dark.

Sesshoumaru didn’t mind. His eyes were very sensitive and sometimes he had to squint when it was bright outside.

The inu briefly reflected on how the outside of the house was bright, yet the inside was dark. It proved that appearances weren’t always what they seemed. Just like he could tell there was more to the kumo than meets the eye. That very unsettling thought troubled him…

“Sesshoumaru.” The red-eyed man’s voice disturbed the inu from his musings.

The inu looked up to see the kumo about two feet away from him, already dressed in a light robe the color of the midnight sky. He held out another robe in offering and the inu gingerly took it, murmuring a quiet ‘thank you’. He donned on the crimson robe, slipping it over his lovely shoulders and he tied the sash. He didn’t show it, but he was a bit perturbed by the way the kumo watched him.

“You didn’t answer my question, precious. I wanted to know if you wanted to take a shower.”

Sesshoumaru nodded as confirmation; however, as refreshing as a shower sounded, he was tired and liked nothing better than to sleep. But he knew he had other things to attend to first, though.

Without another word, the kumo heedlessly led the inu through his lavish living room towards a hallway that probably led to his bedroom and/or his bathroom.

The dog demon didn’t fail to notice how unused the living room looked and felt. It didn’t feel as if it was lived in at all. So far, the house felt as if it rarely received any other visitors besides Naraku himself.

As if the kumo could read his thoughts, he said, “I like my privacy, my pet. That is one reason why I do not allow many to come here. In all actuality, you’re the first one besides my brother to enter my house in a long while. I don’t care for his company in my house, but he is my only brother…”

They walked down the dark hallway now, passing closed doors of unknown rooms.

“If it bothers you to have someone in your house…then why am I here?” Inquired Sesshoumaru in a very suspicious tone.

Naraku chuckled and then replied, “It was absolutely necessary, I assure you. Besides…even though I barely know you, I feel as if I can trust you.”

The kumo stopped at a door and opened it. He entered without another word and left the door open for the inu.

It was a master bedroom that was spacious enough for a couple. It was simple, yet neatly furnished. There was a queen-sized bed with what looked like clean crimson silk sheets tidily tucked into the bed. There was also a bookcase filled with books, a few plants placed here and there, and some other furniture that inhabited the simple, yet intriguing room.

The inu noticed that Naraku didn’t like small spaces, but he didn’t like large spaces, either. It seemed as if he didn’t want to be smothered, yet he didn’t want to be exposed.

Sesshoumaru closed his eyes for a moment; he could smell Naraku’s scent all over this room. By the scent alone, he could ascertain that the kumo spent most of his time in this room. Yet, he didn’t smell any other scents, though. For some reason…he was relieved about that.

The inu opened his golden eyes when he felt a hand lay itself on his forehead. Naraku stared down at him with something akin to…concern?

“Your temperature seems fine, but then again, my hand is probably wrong. Is there something wrong? You seem…a bit off.”

“I am fine.” The inu responded quietly; he felt a sharp stab of melancholy lace through him. The kumo’s paternal-like action and concern had reminded him of his deceased mother.

Naraku snaked his arm around the younger demon’s shoulders and led him towards another door that presumably led to the bathroom. The kumo knew something was wrong, but he would not pry. At least, for now he wouldn’t.

“Take as long as you need.” Naraku left the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

It wasn’t long until the spider heard the shower start and he tried hard to preoccupy his thoughts with other things besides visualizing water cascading down that magnificent body.

And it thrilled him to have the inu in -his- shower and in -his- bedroom.


~*~*~*~*~*~


Sesshoumaru didn’t take very long at all. He only took about a ten minute shower and surprisingly was able to wash his body, and shampoo and condition his extensive hair as well.

He stepped out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped snugly around his waist. He had tried to rid himself of most of the water that cling to his body, but some stray droplets ran tantalizingly down his refreshed body. His long damp hair also clung possessively to his neck and backside.

The inu didn’t see Naraku anywhere in sight, but he did notice a fresh set of clothes laid out on the bed. He also smelled, more than saw, a tray with food and drink on the desk near the bed. He wasn’t hungry, but the gesture was still a nice one.

He felt pampered and he wasn’t sure if he liked it or not.

In truth, the inu felt very exhausted and sleepy. He could barely stand and his thoughts lacked coherency. It took him a lot of effort just to get a simple shirt and pants onto his body.

As soon as he was dressed, he literally passed out onto the comfortable bed. In his right and more coherent mind, he wouldn’t have even touched the bed, but he was inexplicably drained.

Before he fell into slumber, he smelled Naraku’s scent in the sheets. It pleased him and like a territorial dog, he rolled around on his back, as if both basking in the scent and making his claim at the same time.

And for the first time in months, he fell asleep quickly and slept without dreams.


~*~*~*~*~*~


The kumo entered his room and expected to see a rather wet, annoyed, and glaring Sesshoumaru. Instead, he was surprised to find the inu curled up on his side, sleeping peacefully on the kumo’s ample bed.

The dog’s hair was spread out, almost like a fan, which contrasted sharply, yet strikingly beautiful with the deep red coloring of the bed. As cliché as it sounded, to Naraku, the boy looked like an angel fallen to earth.

Normally, Naraku would have been immensely bothered by someone lying on his bed, but it had the opposite unexpected effect on him. He was extremely pleased and if he had the ability to purr, he would be purring like a contented lion now.

“All tuckered up, eh Sesshoumaru?” Naraku murmured while he brushed the inu’s bangs from his face in a tender gesture of adoration. A small, affectionate smile, which was very unlike him, bestowed itself on his handsome face. Perhaps the younger demon was changing him for the better?

His inner youkai purred smugly, and whispered something about his uke mate being laid in his rightful place. It kept whispering incessantly until—

—Naraku ignored the pestering voice, effectively shutting it out from his exhausted mind completely…for now, anyway.

With one last admiring glance, the kumo attempted to move away from the bed, but a strong hand shot out and stopped him. Long, slender fingers had curled themselves tightly around a handful of the kumo’s long, way raven hair.

The inu was still fast asleep in dreamland.

Naraku cautiously and gingerly tried to pry Sesshoumaru’s personified fingers from his hair without further damaging or breaking his abused hair.

Sesshoumaru’s naughty hand had other intentions.

The inu youkai’s hand quickly released the kumo’s tortured hair only to seize Naraku’s wrist in a vice grip. Said hand, with immeasurable strength, jerked the spider onto the bed with him.

Naraku uttered a startled gasp; he immediately checked if Sesshoumaru was still asleep or not.

The inu slumbered on and was acutely unaware of what was occurring in his unconscious state.

The scarlet-eyed spider nearly moaned when two strong arms wrapped around him and a hard body cuddled up against his own larger body. A soft face nuzzled up against his neck and a wet, yet hot tongue darted out a few times to taste his slightly damp skin. After a few licks, the wicked tongue slipped back inside its cavern and ceased all further ministrations.

If Naraku hadn’t been so devastatingly tired, he would have been sorely disappointed. Repeatedly denying his body its needed pleasure had taken its toll on him. Masturbation could only accomplish so much and it did little to quell the rising desire within his being.

As the spider demon drifted slowly towards oblivious, several thoughts lingered in his conflicted head.

Earlier, while the inu was in the shower, he had conducted an experiment. He had looked at very provocative and revealing pictures of men whom he had once deemed arousing. Yet, while he stared at them, he felt nothing. Not even the slightest bit of stirring was felt.

The spider had even gone as far as to watch a short porn film, but that failed to invoke anything other than indifference within him.

Revelation struck him then and there as he tossed the video into the trash bin: he didn’t want anyone else…he only wanted Sesshoumaru.

It had only been a scarce few days, yet he knew something new was happening here. He could already tell he was falling hard for this troubled kid.

Why? He did not know. Something about this young man invoked feelings he never thought he would feel. He was changing inside and he could feel it like an unwelcome shiver that shuddered throughout his entire body. It wasn’t necessarily a bad feeling, but it didn’t comfort him, either. Foreign feelings were obviously unknown and did little to offer reassurance.

He also knew that the inu was still a virgin, which was one reason why he didn’t try to push the dog into anything he couldn’t handle. The boy was clearly troubled in the mind and inexperienced in the flesh, which did not bode well at all.

That was one plausible reason why the kumo refrained from taking what he wanted.

Another reason for his saintly patience and astonishing self-restraint was because he knew he didn’t want the smaller male for just a onetime fuck. He wanted more than that and he could tell that the inu wasn’t going to be one of those desperate, self-destructive people who came to his beck and call whenever he wished it.

No…Sesshoumaru wasn’t going to be an occasional fuck buddy. He was going to be a lover.

Like an ever patient spider watching its web from a dark alcove, Naraku would wait.


~*~*~*~*~*~


Hours passed for the oblivious sleeping pair until the afternoon swept upon them like creeping shadows.

Naraku was the first to wake and when he did, he glanced over at the clock on his desk. It was nearly two o’clock in the afternoon.

Sometime nagged him in the back of his mind, but for the life of him, he could not remember.

It wasn’t until several minutes later when he heard the sound of a school bus, did he finally recall. With a start, he sat up and shook the inu awake. “Wake up, precious.”

“Nnngh…” The dog groaned incomprehensively and rolled onto his stomach and hid his face in his arms.

Naraku sighed and pondered about what he should do to awaken the stubborn brat. Then a wicked thought struck him and he smirked deviously.

“Oh Sesshoumaru…if you do not get up…I shall have to stoop to…certain measures…of naughtiness…” The kumo hissed; his voice laced with both playful mirth and a tinge of lust.

The inu merely grunted.

With a grin on his wicked features, the older man hiked up the inu’s blood-red robe to his hips, which revealed Sesshoumaru’s stunning round, yet taut ass.

It was a sight to die for.

After getting an eyeful, the spider ran his large, long-fingered hands appreciatively up pale, yet toned legs until they reached the inu’s firm bottom. He felt the dog’s muscles jump at his touch, but they relaxed immediately once said muscles established the touch for pleasure, not pain.

Naraku chuckled to himself and then leaned over to lick one of Sesshoumaru’s butt cheeks.

The inu’s amber eyes instantly flew open at the touch of something very wet and very hot on his ass.

The dog demon quickly jumped up, adjusted the robe, and whirled around to face the kumo who was knelt on his knees behind him.

Naraku’s arms were crossed over his chest, his head tilted to the side, and a slow smirk emerged on his gorgeous face. “Now I know exactly how to wake your sleepy head up. You’re damned lucky that I didn’t lick something else…”

Sesshoumaru merely glared at him, but said nothing.

“Aw, come on. I’m sure you’re well aware now about what happens when you give me the silent treatment…” Naraku snickered and waggled his thin black eyebrows rather suggestively.

Sesshoumaru sighed and rubbed his temples. He silently wondered which one of them was actually the older one. “Whatever you say, Naraku…”

The kumo gaped at him as if he had done something unbelievably out of character…like actually smile with warmth.

“What? Why are you looking at me like a fish?” Golden eyes studied the stupefied man kneeling before him.

“You called me Naraku.” The dark-haired man uttered quietly with mock disbelief.

Sesshoumaru rolled his eyes and retorted, “That is your name, isn’t it?”

“Yes, that’s true, but I’ve never heard you say it. At least, I don’t remember you ever saying it before…” Naraku replied, tapping an index finger against his chin thoughtfully, and he appeared to muse while he searched his lengthy, catacomb-like memory.

“Would you prefer me to call you boss or Mr. Nakajima, then?” Annoyed, the inu turned away from him and appeared as icy as ever. His lips were set in a thin line despite the fullness of his plump lips. And his eyes were narrowed and cold, like death after a failure.

Naraku nearly swooned.

Playing the hard-to-get ice prince was very sexy to the kumo.

“I would much greatly prefer if you called me…Master.” Naraku grinned like a dork and waggled his eyebrows again. He was obviously joking, yet there was still a glint of foolish hope in his eyes.

The inu youkai actually turned his face to glare at the cheeky kumo, his urge to strike the pervert obvious in his body language. “I am not calling you Master, so just rid that ridiculous notion out of your lecherous mind.”

“Aw, you are such a cruel prince, but I love you, anyway.” Naraku replied dramatically and then he pounced on the inu, embracing their bodies tightly together. “Do you know what looks good on you, Sesshoumaru?”

Despite the glare Sesshoumaru sent Naraku, his face looked a little flushed and it was definitely not from any sort of anger or agitation. He knew the answer was going to be stupid, but the comfortable and pleasing feelings of a heavier body pressing him down into the bed made him not give a damn. “What?”

“Me.”

Sesshoumaru would have smacked him silly if not for those sinful lips that crushed themselves against his own in an enflaming, dominating kiss. The compressed urge to fight for dominance barely registered in the inu’s brain because of the body that pinned him down and the mouth and tongue that overtook his own. That and his sleep hazed mind and body were just too damn lazy at the moment to fight or even move much.

Naraku’s lips broke away, but were still connected by a string of saliva between them. His mouth moved to the dog’s long neck to place sloppy, wet kisses there since he knew full well that the boy’s neck was one of his erogenous zones. He was rewarded by a low, breathy moan and he felt the inu roll his hips underneath him. He could feel that they were both equally hard and it made him smile against the dog’s silky neck.

The material of the kimono-like robe was nice, but to the spider, it was just another barrier. With greater care this time, he used both hands to open and slide the red robe off of Sesshoumaru’s shoulders and body while his mouth made love to the inu’s heated flesh.

Smooth, silken skin was revealed and he kissed most of what was unveiled. He wished to kiss every inch of skin, but a hand slightly smaller than his own led his face to an eager mouth that captured the kumo’s in what could only be described as unbridled desire.

Pleased by the inu’s participation, the kumo slowly rocked his hips against the slighter demon, which caused unbelievable, yet sweet friction between them.

Sesshoumaru moaned into the spider’s mouth and even though the silk robe felt good against his naked body, he wanted to feel something that was even better.

Without breaking the ardent kiss, the inu untied, then pulled open Naraku’s dark robe, and slid it off his shoulders. As soon as the clothing was off, he felt that wonderful body press down against his own, skin to skin, and he shuddered.

Naraku broke the kiss and stared down into molten gold eyes and nearly came right then and there. Those eyes silently pleaded him for something that they knew not of, but the kumo knew very well what it was.

It was so very tempting.

“I know what it is that you want, and I want it, too…but now is not the right time. But…” Naraku lovingly stroked the side of Sesshoumaru’s androgynous-looking face and continued, “…there is something else that we can do…”

Naraku kept his eyes fixed on Sesshoumaru’s while he aligned their groins together and he anchored one of his hands on the inu’s hips. The other hand buried itself in Sesshoumaru’s silver hair at the scalp, which served to cradle the younger demon’s head.

Before words could even be uttered, the kumo crushed his lips to the inu’s at the exact moment he had thrust against him. This elicited a loud moan that was mostly contained by the kumo’s smoldering, possessive lips. Shudders wracked through both their bodies as their lower bodies slowly ground together, the precum making it quite slick.

One of Sesshoumaru’s hands clawed at the kumo’s back as their bodies eventually rocked harder and faster against each other. His other hand cupped Naraku’s ass in an obvious attempt to keep them close together. The pleasure coursed through him hotly, which sent all his nerves on fire. It caused him to buck harder against the kumo’s groin, but nothing prepared him for his reaction to Naraku’s husky, erotic words.

“Close your eyes, my pet. I want you to imagine this…” Naraku whispered into Sesshoumaru’s pointed ear while he grinded his cock deliciously against the inu’s. Without protest, Sesshoumaru’s eyelids rolled shut and he listened to the kumo’s fantasy.

“ I’m going to have you…in my office bent over my desk like the little slut that you are...” Naraku nipped at his ear, but continued, “…and your clothes will stay on, except for your pants, which will be at your knees. All that will be exposed is your ass. I will be dressed as well, but I’ll unzip my pants and pull my hard cock out…”

Sesshoumaru groaned; the kumo’s words further arousing him, if possible. He didn’t know how Naraku could even find the concentration to speak, but he liked the spider’s fantasy so far. It was disturbing how similar it was to the brief thought that had been in his head earlier, when they had been in the car.

“Do you want to know what happens next?” Naraku purred, tracing the outline of the inu’s elf-like ear with his tongue.

Sesshoumaru nodded distractedly, for he was trying his hardest to focus on the very primal movement of their bodies and the very stimulating words that Naraku spoke.

The kumo’s next kinky words were ultimately Sesshoumaru’s undoing, “…and I’ll grip you by the hips…and shove my cock all the way inside you to the root. I’ll pull out almost all the way, then I’ll slam back in and you’ll cry out loudly, rubbing your pretty cock against my desk. You’ll squirm and beg for me to go faster, harder…you’ll beg me to fuck your brains out. And you’ll push back, meeting my every thrust, greedily sucking me in like a whore. And I’ll fuck that luscious ass of yours until you make a delicious mess against my desk…”

It was too much for Sesshoumaru and with one last buck of his hips; he came hard, shooting his hot seed between their bodies. White bliss surrounded him and he felt as if he were floating. He vaguely recalled hearing someone scream. Was that him? He didn’t know nor did he give a damn…


~*~*~*~*~*~


Naraku smiled down at the slumbering Sesshoumaru. He had fetched a damp washcloth and used it to clean the evidence of their orgasms off from their slick bodies.

And he was trying his best to ignore that annoying doorbell that had been ringing for the past god knows how long.

Eventually, he dragged himself off the bed and slipped one of the robes on. He left the room and was careful to close the door quietly behind him. He also took his sweet ass time getting to the front door and when he did, he opened it just as slowly.

There stood his brother, Najja, looking even more annoyed than Naraku did.

“About damn bloody time.” Najja growled, his sandy eyes narrowed even though his lips looked amused.

Naraku sighed. “I hate you, I really do…”


TBC...

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