Past Pain, Future Vengance

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Chapter 11


Rescue?


Wasting time. That is what they were doing. Leaning against a tree Sesshomaru looked over the motley group . The humans, of course, had to eventually stop and rest their travel weary bodies. They had been going at a very brisk pace for two and a half days straight, following each and every lead to Naraku they could find. After finding a suitable place to stop for the night, they methodically began to gather firewood, unpack various pots and pans, strange foods, and lay out sleeping mats. The tai-youkai could barely keep still in his spot, seated a few feet away from the group of friends, who were talking quietly amongst themselves.


Closing his eyes, Sesshomaru took a deep breath, trying to reach out with his senses. Attempting to find a demonic aura or a barrier, something. Where was Naraku hiding? There had to be some kind of trace somewhere. And sitting here was not the way to find it. He was however surprised at the humans determination to find their friend, he had pushed them to there very limits and not one had said a word. But when exhaustion took over there wasn’t really a choice but to put a hold on there search, nearly unconscious humans were of no use to him in battle. Unfortunately, he couldn’t go by himself either. There was no telling what kind of shape Inuyasha was in so there had to be enough people to distract Naraku while Sesshomaru located and rescued his brother. They were not to kill him however, it had been established that the demon lord would be the one to deal the dark hanyou’s final punishment.

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Groaning, Inuyasha tried to shift his position, his wrist ached so badly, they were raw and bleeding but there was nothing he could do to take the constant pressure off of them. He hissed as he felt fresh blood running down his arm, onto his shoulder and over his chest. He needed to move so much, his legs were so stiff he couldn’t even wiggle his toes.


Water was still dripping from somewhere in the dungeon, Inuyasha ran his tongue over dry lips. Sighing he titled his head against the stone wall and stared at the ceiling. If only he wasn’t chained, if he was free to move about the filthy cell he might be able to devise some way to escape. Whether he broke down the door or clawed right through the wall he would get out, he chuckled humorlessly, that was probably why he was being so very….restrained. Licking his lips again, his mind wandered to that damn dripping water, the only thing keeping him sane while at the same time driving him insane, taunting him with the drink that he couldn’t get to. Although, he knew that he would rather die of dehydration then be forced to drink from Naraku’s hand.


The dark lord hadn’t made another appearance since the close call the other day and for that Inuyasha was very thankful, just thinking about what could have happened made his empty stomach churn, he knew how luck he had been. Unfortunately all good things have to come to an end.


Inuyasha winced as the foreboding creaking hinges rotated, opening the heavy door.


Once again carrying the small cup, Naraku made his was to the weary inu. “Hello lovely,” He said in a mock gentle tone, smoothing silver bangs away from burning golden eyes. “I’m so glad that you’ve decided to stay.”


“Yeah, well I glad you’re here too, why don’t you unchain me and I’ll show you just how happy I am.” Inuyasha flexed his claws meaningfully, ignoring the stinging pain in his hands.


Naraku smirked, grabbing Inuyasha’s chin. “Me first.” He hissed, leaning closer, chuckling at the hanyous sharp breath as his tongue darted out to run up his cheek. He move his free hand to his shoulder as Inuyasha jerked. “Shh,” he cooed into a furry ear. “Struggling will only make things worse.” At the growl he received, a dark smile graced his lips. He pulled back to stare in to angry eyes, bringing his hand to rub his own chin thoughtfully. “This look really does suit you. Like the weak, submissive, pitiful, creature you truly are.”


Inuyasha narrowed his eyes as those disgusting fingers dusted along his cheek and down his throat before grasping tightly, effectively choking off his growl. “Get your hands off me.” He rasped, then the hand was gone. “So, your not as stupid as you look. Now just le-” He cut off as the hand reappeared on his hip. He gulped.


“Now now, all this talking is getting rather boring don’t you think?” The sneer was apparent in the kumo’s voice, his hand drifting slowly inward. His sadistic grin growing as he watched Inuyashas face contort in apprehension, eyes once again squeezed shut. Naraku looked to his hand as it neared his destination, fingers grazed the warm flesh.


Inuyasha drew a breath and clenched his hands, his eyes boring holes into the top of the dark hanyou’s head as he knelt down in front of him, his warm breath washing over his sensitive skin. He let out a short growl as he felt something wet running up his shaft.


Naraku smirked against him, he was enjoying himself immensely and couldn’t keep himself from tasting the salty flesh. Over and over he ran his tongue over the smooth surface, marveling at the ever growing growls above him. He was so caught up in his action that he nearly missed the sudden movement in front of him. Suddenly a flash of white in his eyes and a crushing pain spreading through out his entire face as he fell backwards. The bright light in his vision slowly dimmed to an unfocused image. Inuyahsa had an open mouth smirk, breathing hard, his knee still bent, poised, in the air, and his ears pressed flat against his head. For a moment Naraku only stared in confusion from his spot on the floor, waiting for the fuzzy feeling in his head to dissipate. He was back to Inuyasha in a flash, slamming him back against the wall. Spitting a disturbing amount of blood onto the floor he grabbed Inuyashas face in a vice grip, bringing his face near the struggling man, so close that their noses were touching. A deep growl emanating form his own throat.

“You want to play rough?” he spat, tightening his grip. “Fine.” he snatched up one of Inuyashas long leg and brought it around his waist holding it there. He smiled at the quiet whimper that escaped his throat when he rubbed his manhood against his captive’s.


Inuyasha shuddered, disgusted at the warm feeling in his stomach. He twisted his hips quickly, trying to tear away from the assault, fresh blood flowing down his arms from his already throbbing wrists. But the hand on his leg held fast. “Get off me!”


A low laugh. “But were just getting started.” Lifting the leg higher Naraku’s laugh grew louder as he watched golden orbs widen, fear flashing across the inu’s face, his tip grazing the ever struggling Inuyasha’s entrance.


Inuyashas breathing became almost labored in panic as he continued twisting and turning in his confines, kicking his legs wildly. A scream wrenched from his throat as he felt something very large force it’s way past the tight ring of muscle, a burning pain shooting up and down his spine, warm blood oozing down his only leg that was touching the floor. He continued to growl in between pants, his eyes shut tightly trying in vain to stop the tears from running down his face. His back developing unfelt cuts and bruises from being repeatedly forced against the jagged stone wall. He cracked open his eyes, watching in disgust as pleasure danced across Naraku’s visage his mouth slightly open as he grunted with each motion. Then everything stopped, Inuyasha jolted, his eyes snapping open as the kumo’s movements halted abruptly. His body still shaking, Inuyasha looked around, trying to determine source of Naraku’s unease. Then he felt it, approaching rapidly.


Sesshomaru….

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