Pleasure and Pain

Disclaimer: Do not own the rights to Inuyasha. Man, this is getting old...

Warning: In this delightful chap we have a teensie bit of penetration (as in a lot of penetration). Don’t like, don’t read. But if you didn’t like it, then why would you be here?

Note: I wanted to update this in a few days, but found that this chap was too spicy to keep you guys waiting, so two updates in one day. Hooray!! Oh, and thanks to everyone for the reviews and the great ideas. I know you all want Inu and Sesshy to get down, and I just might grant that wish in the next chapter (hint, hint). Please stay tuned!! (Man, that wish line sounded like Naraku. Maybe I should take a break from writing for a while...)


Pleasure and Pain: Chapter Three


“Now my beauty, I think it’s your turn.”

Naraku smirked maliciously as he made his way slowly to the closet looming in the corner. Sesshoumaru dreaded to think what kind of sadistic torture Naraku was thinking up for him. He had already practically broken Inuyasha, and now his half-brother was still lying on the floor, his frame slightly shaking as he tried to hide his more than obvious crying. It made Sesshoumaru feel sorry for him, in a way. He doubted Inuyasha had done anything sexual with anyone, despite the two females he had been involved with. This experience would most likely traumatize him beyond repair. But what did Sesshoumaru care? He never did like Inuyasha and his tainted blood. He should be reveling in Inuyasha’s pain, should be reprimanding him for being so weak and letting an enemy get the best of him. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it, and found that the weakness Inuyasha had showed when he looked pleadingly in his eyes as Naraku slammed himself into his mouth to be absolutely heart-wrenching. And now as he stared at his brother, trying not to react to his sobs, he felt the overwhelming urge to just console him. Sesshoumaru snarled at the ridiculous emotions running through him, and blamed the strange feelings on this horrendous situation Naraku had forced them into.

Sesshoumaru’s thoughts were suddenly interrupted as he heard Naraku unlock the chains binding the foreboding closet. The hanyou swung the twin doors open with a loud clang, revealing what lay inside the closet. Sesssoumaru squinted his eyes to gaze at the contents. It appeared weapons of all kinds lined the walls of the tall wooden chest, and then a familiar glint of metal caught his eye. His swords Tokijin and Tenseiga hung next to each other, with Inuyasha’s Tetsusaiga hanging nearby. Naraku smiled at Sesshoumaru’s growl, and in mock pondering he finally picked out the item he was looking for.

Gently grasping the handle of Tetsusaiga he walked calmly to stand back in front of Sesshoumaru. Inuyasha turned at his brother’s loud growl and saw his sword in his enemy’s hand. He tried pathetically to crawl towards Naraku, but his weak body gave out just as he was at arm’s length from the raven-haired hanyou. Naraku laughed at Inuyasha’s attempt, and said in a cynical tone, “What, are you tired Inuyasha? I thought you would be used to someone’s cock in your mouth. Or does that monk just take you immediately?” Inuyasha growled deep in his throat, and never in his whole life had he wanted to kill someone as much as he did now. Naraku smiled at his reaction, and added, “I bet you’re sweet brother and even that wolf-demon have had a ride too. You were so good at it, I just assumed that you’ve had some practice.” His hurtful statement was quickly followed by a low, menacing laughter as he stepped closer to Sesshoumaru.

Inuyasha slumped face first back onto the floor, and Sesshoumaru found himself appalled yet strangely impressed with Naraku’s mind games. He knew just what to say to infuriate Inuyasha, and at times even himself. But unlike his more emotional brother, Sesshoumaru had a better reign on his reactions. At least, he liked to think so. He wasn’t so sure when Naraku took the still sheathed Tetsusaiga and ran it along Sesshoumaru’s inner thighs, tracing the crimson stripes and making Sesshoumarus’ skin tingle. Still running the sword along his flesh, Naraku said in a low purr, “So, this is the fang of destruction your father decided to give to Inuyasha. No wonder you want it so badly. It must have been quite the insult to such an ego as yours.” Sesshoumaru refused to react to anything Naraku did or said to him, and kept his gaze even as Naraku continued. “I myself have no use for such a device. My power is great enough as it is without some useless family heirloom. But since you want it so badly, I’ll grant your wish.”

Sesshoumaru bit down on his lower lip to suppress a moan as Naraku went higher, grazing the scabbard over the silver-haired demon’s growing erection. Sesshoumaru refused to let this get the better of him, and stared defiantly back into Naraku’s garnet eyes. Naraku smirked, and said, “You may try with all your might to defy me, even until the end. But I’ve found that no man can contain themselves when they have a little.... encouragement.” He then took the handle of the sword and ran it back to Sesshoumaru’s entrance, angling it upward so it grazed his tense ring. Sesshoumaru tried to pull away from the cold metal begging for entry, but it was to no avail. With one last wicked grin Naraku slammed the handle in all the way to the hilt. Sesshoumaru arched his back in pain and tried with all his might to not scream in agony. It felt like he was being cut in two, and he could feel warm blood pour down his legs. Naraku took a moment to savor the look of contorted pain on Sesshoumaru’s face before sliding the handle back out, only to push it back harder than before. The pain was enormous, but after several more hard thrusts from Naraku Tetsusaiga began to hit that certain spot deep inside Sesshoumaru that started to make him want to cry out more n pleasure than pain. With the added feel of Naraku stroking Sesshoumaru’s inflamed member, the silver-haired demon couldn’t help but move his body with the thrusts.

Inuyasha looked on enthralled at the display. His brother looked so helpless, and so... sexy? No, he did not just think that. But Inuyasha couldn’t deny the new found throbbing between his legs. He had never felt like this before, and it was just adding to his confusion. He had never felt anything for his brother before besides hatred or jealousy, but now, seeing his brother in the thralls of Naraku’s sexual torment, he couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander to his brother’s arched body and the thin sheet of sweat covering his toned muscles. His whole face heated up at the thought, and he tried not to convey his feelings as Naraku drove Tetsusaiga in deeper, causing the almost unbreakable Sesshoumaru to let out a pained scream.

Sesshoumaru could feel himself at the edge, and found he wanted to kill himself for letting Naraku do this to him. He swore to himself he wouldn’t let Naraku make him come no matter what he did, but Sesshoumaru found it impossible to do so. The demon lord hadn’t had an intimate encounter in years, and now he knew his pent up hormones were contributing to his over responsiveness to Naraku’s touch. He had also never been with a man before, and found the new sensation deep inside his body to be both equally painful and incredibly pleasurable.

His thoughts were snapped back to the present as Naraku quickened his thrusts, in turn speeding up his hand as it moved deftly along Sesshoumaru’s now weeping erection. Unbeknownst to Sesshoumaru, a scream escaped his lips as he finally came into Naraku’s palm, the sword hitting his sweet spot just a few more times before Naraku with a hard jerk removed it from inside Sesshoumaru. The demon lord cringed at the sudden withdrawal, and felt the pain wash through him in new waves as the condition of his tender insides made themselves known by pouring more crimson blood down his thighs. Sesshoumaru was so ashamed of himself he couldn’t even look at a very pleased Naraku, or even his brother lying helplessly nearby. Naraku had done what Sesshoumaru vowed to himself no person would ever do, and that made his barriers crumble as Naraku unlocked Sesshoumaru’s chains. Sesshoumaru fell onto his back to the floor, the blood and dirt mingling to cling in his silver hair. Inuyasha moved closer to Sesshoumaru, and shook him to see if he was alright. But he soon found his brother had passed out, and now lay unconscious beside him. Naraku laughed, and turned to return a bloodied Tetsusaiga to it’s proper place within the cabinet of weapons. Inuyasha growled threateningly to Naraku, and his amber eyes blazed with an anger Naraku had never seen before on the hanyou.

Walking towards the door Naraku turned to Inuyasha, and said in a sickeningly sweet tone, “I think we’ve had enough fun for today. I’ll come back later when you two have had some time to recover. See you soon.” And with that he slammed the door behind him, leaving the defiled brothers laying in the dimly lit cellar. Inuyasha tried again to wake Sesshoumaru, but failed again. Then it dawned on Inuyasha how tired he really was, and he flopped down next to Sesshoumaru, trying in vain to push the memories of Naraku’s taste in his mouth and the defeated look on Sesshoumaru’s face as Naraku used his sword to ravage his own brother. It made Inuyasha sick to his stomach, and he turned just in time as the vomit rose in his throat. He gaged and hacked up everything that was in his stomach, including Naraku’s repugnant seed. After several moments, Inuyasha felt he had sufficiently gotten rid of any trace of Naraku, and laid back down beside his brother. Inuyasha turned his head to look at Sesshoumaru, and even in the dim light he could see his brother’s face perfectly. He looked so serene in his sleep, even after all that he had just been through. He ran his hand gently down Sesshoumaru’s face, and was marveling at how flawless his brother’s skin was before sleep overtook him.


Sesshoumaru didn’t know when he had passed out, or how long he had been unconscious when he finally awoke. At first he didn’t know where he was, then suddenly a sharp pain shot through his entire body and a pained moan escaped his lips. Then he remembered what Naraku had done, and how he had reacted to the hanyou’s ministrations. Sesshoumaru felt dirty, like a whore. No one had ever done anything to him like this, and for the first time in his life he felt totally and utterly defeated. He shifted painfully on the cold ground when he noticed a slight heat emanating next to him. He turned to see his brother sleeping soundly at his side. Inuyasha must have crawled toward him after Naraku released him from the chains. So strange that such a situation as this could force two people who previously hated each other to look to each other for comfort.

Sesshoumaru knew it must be this perilous situation they were in that was doing this, but found himself rolling over despite the screaming pain to half lie on top of Inuyasha. He was so warm, and it made Sesshoumaru feel somewhat better at the contact. Inuyasha grumbled in his sleep, and a content Sesshoumaru fell back into his fitful sleep as he tried not to dwell on Naraku’s eventual return.

A/N: Heh, that was fun to write. I actually just whipped this one out in one sitting (which for me is close to impossible). But I hoped ya liked it. Did it do anything for ya? Just joking, I’m not trying to be weird or anything (but you probably already know that I am by writing something like this). Leave a review if ya enjoyed it, and I might update soon.