Pleasure and Pain

Disclaimer: Luckily the cast of Inuyasha doesn’t belong to me, because if I did own them, the whole series would consist of storylines like this one. (Wait, there’s a storyline?)

Warning: Phew, too much to mention. Just wait and find out!

Note: Wow. I am so appreciative of all the awesome reviews you guys have given me. I hope this chapter lives up to your expectations, because I was kind of having trouble thinking of how to pull it off. I also tried to make Inuyasha’s and Sesshoumaru’s tortures equal, but found that to be kind of difficult. So if it seems I’m being mean to one more than the other, It’s not on purpose. I also tried to make this chapter longer, so there’s more detail in this one than the others.

Oh, and to answer Golden’s question; Naraku isn’t weakened like Sesshy and Inu because he sent one of his demon puppets to kidnap them. Sorry if that wasn’t clear, I get kind of frantic when I write sometimes and forget to add stuff like that.

Pleasure and Pain: Chapter Four


Sesshoumaru awoke to the steady heartbeat of his brother. He found himself wanting to pull away from Inuyasha on instinct, but the warmth was too inviting. The rise and fall of his brother’s breathing underneath him was soothing in a way, and Sesshoumaru found that Inuyasha actually smelt good, like a mixture of pine and sweat. But he didn’t really know why he had crawled to Inuyasha in the first place, and now he was somewhat regretting it. It just proved how truly weak he was, and that fact alone bite into his mind and made him cringe. Naraku had showed him thoroughly how truly pathetic he was in making him scream at his touch.

The thought of Inuyasha’s face if he saw his brother laying provocatively on top of him made up Sesshoumaru’s mind, and he quickly tried to push himself off, but the pain in his abdomen made him groan. It wasn’t as bad as it had been, but the pain was enough to make him dizzy. He then decided it would be easier to just roll off Inuyasha, and gently slid off his brother as he flopped to the cold ground beside his still sleeping brother. The hard ground was a unwelcome change from Inuyasha’s warm skin, but if it meant keeping his dignity in tact it was of little importance. Sesshoumaru shifted on the dirt ground, and he could still feel the sticky wetness of his own blood and semen over his legs, and wanted desperately to clean it all off. He looked around the room for at least a cloth or a piece of clothing, but found nothing.

“S-Sesshoumaru?” Sesshoumaru turned at Inuyasha’s voice and stared at the hanyou who was gazing sleepily at him. He noticed that even for getting some rest, Inuyasha had dark circles under his eyes and his voice was ragged when he spoke. “What are you doing? You shouldn’t be moving around like that.”

“I’m perfectly capable of handling myself. I do not need your advice.” Inuyasha snorted. Even if his brother had been raped and his ego practically shattered, he could still achieve that unique condescending tone Inuyasha loved so much. If it wasn’t completely inappropriate he would have laughed. But still, his brother looked horrible. If he hadn’t looked completely retched before he looked absolutely pathetic now. It made Inuyasha’s breath catch in his throat, and he didn’t know why he cared so much. He had wanted his brother dead for as long as he could remember, and suddenly he couldn’t place why. Why did he want Sesshoumaru dead? Because Sesshoumaru wanted him dead? That was a plausible excuse, except that it didn’t explain the hatred he had felt for his older brother. He looked at Sesshoumaru again, and his expression softened. Compared to what was happening to them now, their previous grudges seemed wonderfully unimportant, and a small smile spread over his thin lips.

Sesshoumaru didn’t like the look his brother was giving him. He almost seemed to be... happy. Pure anger filtered into Sesshoumaru at his brother’s out of place smirking. All previous sentimental feelings he had felt towards the hanyou quickly dissolved as he said venomously, “Stop smiling.” Inuyasha looked up at the sound of his brother’s voice, and his once somewhat happy grin turned into a bland frown. He gazed at Sesshoumaru, and wondered if his brother would ever except him and his tainted blood. He probably wouldn’t, and after they got out of here they would continue their pointless squabbling. Inuyasha sighed, and apologized for his grinning. Sesshoumaru huffed, and said, “You shouldn’t be thinking about anything in here besides of a way to get out.” Then Sesshoumaru winced as the pain shot through him again, and Inuyasha suddenly noticed how truly dirty his brother was. Sesshoumaru’s normally impeccable hair was now tangled with blood and chunks of dirt, and his whole lower torso appeared black in the semidarkness with his own blood. Inuyasha unconsciously snarled at what Naraku had done to his brother. Sesshoumaru heard the growl in Inuyasha’s throat, and was surprised when he noticed it wasn’t directed at him.

Inuyasha decided his brother needed to be cleaned, and said in a commanding voice, “Flip over.” Sesshoumaru had never heard Inuyasha sound so....demanding, and he couldn’t help but be intrigued by it. But he really didn’t know what his brother was playing at, and wasn’t sure he wanted any part in it.

“Why?”

“Because you’re covered in blood and dirt, and you can’t even clean yourself, or you would have already done it.”

Sesshoumaru didn’t want to admit it, but he hated how soiled he felt, and he was even more loathe to admit that he actually did need his brother’s assistance. Inuyasha waited as Sesshoumaru weighed his options. Sesshoumaru didn’t know why Inuyasha had offered to do something so selfless, and felt he didn’t deserve what he was sure was misplaced kindness. Naraku’s mind games and torture were obviously effecting Inuyasha’s still innocent mind, and Sesshoumaru didn’t want to exploit that. It was a despicable thing to do, and was below a demon lord such as himself. But he desperately needed to be cleaned of the filth clinging to his body, and he reluctantly gave in.

Sesshoumaru, avoiding Inuyasha’s gaze, tried to flip himself onto his back but hissed in pain as he slipped back onto the clammy ground. Inuyasha was surprised at his brother’s silent compliance, and tenderly grasped Sesshoumaru’s hips, making his brother tense at the touch. Sesshoumaru tried not to panic as Inuyasha helped him flip over onto his stomach. Sesshoumaru could feel his face getting hot, and his whole body went rigid at the vulnerable position he had willingly put himself in.

“What are you going to do?” Inuyasha gazed at the back of his brother’s head in surprise. Was that anxiety in his voice? It almost sounded like the almighty Sesshoumaru was actually scared of Inuyasha at this moment. It made Inuyasha happy for some reason, then made him feel horrible for actually enjoying this temporary power over his brother. But he supposed it was natural for Sesshoumauru to act this way after being violated. Inuyasha himself felt permanently soiled by Naraku’s filthy touch, and he had a feeling the raven-haired hanyou’s torments were far from over.

Inuyasha rose over Sesshoumaru, his long silver hair brushing over Sesshoumaru’s back, making the demon’s skin tingle at the contact. Sesshoumaru’s body went stiff when he felt his brother’s breath brush past his ear, “Don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you.” Why did Inuyasha feel the need to tell him that? Sesshoumaru knew Inuyasha couldn’t hurt him, but then why was he feeling so uneasy? Why was the feel of Inuyasha’s hair tickling his back making his heart beat like a hummingbird in his chest? He didn’t want to analyze the reasons, and found that he really didn’t care. Life was too long for a demon to have regrets, something Sesshoumaru found out a long time ago. He nodded slowly at Inuyasha’s words, and he felt his brother lean away from him, and a sigh of relief escaped his lips. Sesshoumaru had not idea how his brother was going to go about cleaning him, but found out immediately when he felt cold hands slide up either of his thighs, and a soft, warm tongue running over the curve of his buttocks. He squirmed under the sensation, and said in a startled voice, “What the hell are you doing?!” Inuyasha tilted his head up for only a moment as he answered, “I’m cleaning off the blood, what do you think I’m doing?” Sesshoumaru couldn’t tell if Inuyasha was extremely dense, or was feigning innocence at what he was doing to his own brother. Not receiving a response Inuyasha assumed it meant he could continue, and started run his tongue back along Sesshoumaru’s rear, lapping up the blood and gently cleaning off his brother’s skin. He had cleaned his own wounds this way many times, and was used to the taste of blood in his mouth. But his brother’s tasted different from his own. It was... sweeter, and the aroma was stronger. ‘It must be because his full demon blood,’ thought Inuyasha as he continued to lap up the crimson elixir. But he found the more he ingested, the more it was effecting his lower regions. He didn’t know why the taste of blood would be so arousing to him, and he was having trouble trying to contain himself.

It took all of Sesshoumaru’s self constraint to not arch his back when Inuyasha gently spread his legs to run his slick tongue over his torn entrance, and much to Sesshoumaru’s dismay a warm tingling began to pool between his legs. He cursed himself for being aroused at his brother’s kind gesture, and tried to stifle a moan as Inuyasha lowered his head further to clean Sesshoumaru’s inner thighs. The sensations running through Sesshoumaru were unbearable, and he prayed that Inuyasha would finish quickly before his arousal became obvious.

Naraku walked steadily up to the door of his cellar, and smiled wickedly as he pulled the slide of a small window at the top of the door open. It was only big enough for just his eyes to see through, and he smirked at what he saw. The large candle he had lit earlier in the dense room had all but burnt out, and the brother’s were both on the ground, Inuyasha dragging his tongue over Sesshoumauru’s thighs and rear. From where Naraku was he could clearly see the look of consternation on Sesshoumaru’s face, and the obvious arousal protruding from Inuyasha’s body. It made the hanyou smile. It appeared his toys decided to have a little fun without him. ‘Hmph, not for long.’ Thought Naraku as he unbolted the large door.

Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru both looked up abruptly as the door to their cell was slammed open. Naraku walked in smirking, and Inuyasha quickly pulled away from Sesshoumaru blushing and trying to lick remaining droplets of blood from his lips. Sesshoumaru looked at the garnet-eyed hanyou, and silently dared him to say anything about what he had walked in on. Naraku smiled wider at Sesshoumaru’s murderous leer, and said, “Well, it appears I have left you two alone for far too long. Although it did give me some ideas.” He the walked to the corner of the room, and replaced the fading candle almost delicately while the two brothers watched. Naraku took his time with the large candle, and after several moments the room was relit with a soft orange glow. The atmosphere looked slightly less mortifying, but it failed to ease either of the brothers as Naraku walked towards them. Still smiling Naraku pulled a wooden chair from the farthest corner of the room, and sat only a dozen feet or so from the laying brothers.

Naraku sat down with ease, and crossed his right leg over his left, and leaned back in his chair. Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru looked on, trying to decipher what Naraku was up to.

“Don’t look at me like that. It’s almost as if you two hate me for something.” They snarled in unison. Naraku continued. “Though I think lord Sesshoumaru has more reason than you, Inuyasha.” Sesshoumaru’s eyes narrowed at the way Naraku was mocking him by still using the title of ‘lord’. It was unforgivable. Inuyasha, still blushing from Naraku catching them, shuddered at the hanyou’s words. He knew Naraku had something special planned for him.

Seeing that Inuyasha knew that this time it would be his turn to feel some much needed pain, Naraku rose from his chair and sauntered to his closet of weapons. Sesshoumaru visibly tensed at the sight, and Inuyasha dreaded what Naraku would take out of his cabinet of horrors.

Unlatching the chains a second time, Naraku threw open the doors and began to scour his array for what he had in mind. Finally his ruby eyes fell upon the desired weapon, and with a look of unmasked glee he withdrew it. Inuyasha’s eyes went wide as he saw the coiled whip being removed from its hanger. Sesshoumaru mentally cringed for Inuyasha. The feel of a whip was very painful, and Sesshoumaru just knew that a simple lashing wasn’t all Naraku had in store for his poor brother.

Inuyasha tried not to cower away from Naraku as he approached. If Sesshoumaru could take what had happened to him, then Inuyasha could take a simple whip. He was accustomed to pain after all. Inuyasha was on his knees now, and Naraku stepped up to him to roughly grab his long silver hair. He pulled on Inuyasha’s mane until he stood, and Naraku led him over to the chains still hanging on the wall. Inuyasha wanted to struggle, but knew it was pointless. He wouldn’t be able to escape, and any sign of struggle would just end in more pain, though Naraku would probably punish them the same anyway. He tried to hold back tears as he felt the cold metal clamped around his wrists, and he hung facing the wall with his whole back and rear exposed.

Naraku began ran his hands from Inuyasha’s restrained hands down his arms and past his muscular back. He went further and relished the feeling of Inuyasha shuddering as he ghosted his hands down his side and over his hips. Naraku then savagely grabbed Inuyasha’s round cheeks, getting a cry of surprise from the silver-haired hanyou.

Sesshoumaru looked on in disgust as Narku continued to molest Inuyasha. His brother was a pathetic half-demon, but he didn’t deserve this. Inuyasha wouldn’t be able to live with the consequences of what Naraku did to him, and Sesshoumaru was powerless to stop him Through out his life Sesshoumaru had tried to look out for his brother in his own way, even if it was when he was trying to kill him. But he would teach Inuyasha that way, making him an even more formidable opponent. Sesshoumaru supposed that was why he had let Inuyasha live so long. After the incident with the Tetsusaiga, he proved he could be more than just a meager excuse for a hanyou. There was potential in him that Sesshoumaru had come to realize over the last few years. Sesshoumaru snapped himself from his thoughts and for the millionth time he cursed the sadistic hanyou for dragging Inuyasha into this.

Naraku continued to feel all over Inuyasha, and loved the way his skin felt, and how the young half-demon responded to his cruel caress. He pulled in close to Inuyasha, and whispered in his ear, “You know, I always have liked you best. Your so much more responsive and emotional. That’s why I’m going to enjoy this more so than if it was your stoic brother. I will relish your screams.” A shiver went through Inuyasha’s entire body at the words, and Naraku sealed his statement with a quick lick to the side of Inuyasha’s face.

Stepping back Naraku deftly unwound the long whip, and it glistened in the candle light like a serpent as it slunk to the ground. Inuyasha braced himself for the incoming onslaught, but found he could never have imagined what a sharp whip to his flesh felt like. With a roaring crack Naraku brought the whip down on Inuyasha’s back, making the skin split under it’s lightning tongue. A blood-chilling scream issued from Inuyasha’s throat, and still screaming another lash came cracking onto his back. The sound of the whip as it broke through the air was deafening, and Inuyasha’s ears rang with the sound as his back was split again and again. His screams almost matched the volume of the cracking whip, and Sesshoumaru wanted to cover his ears to the noise. It made his stomach turn, and he wanted nothing more than for it to stop.

After about a dozen or so lashes Inuyasha’s eyes began to dull, and his body was covered in a sheen of seat and his whole back was seeping with blood. Naraku began to slightly perspire at his work, and he found that Inuyasha’s cries had made him infinitely aroused. His throbbing member begged to be released from his dark hakama, and after a few more strokes of his whip he finally ceased. Inuyasha was panting heavily as Naraku walked up behind him, and he didn’t even register that Naraku had released him from his bonds. Dragging Inuyasha by the hair Naraku threw the hanyou to Sesshoumaru. Inuyasha landed with a sickly thud at Sesshoumaru’s side, and the older brother could see that Inuyasha was in slight shock. It appeared that not only were they more physically weak from the toxic forest, but their normal demon threshold for pain had been reduced to that of a humans. That explained why Sesshoumaru was still in pain and Inuyasha had practically gone into shock from a simple whipping.

Naraku, casually flipping a strand of disheveled black hair from his face, sat back down in his chair. Sesshoumaru looked at Naraku and saw an erection protruding ominously from his hakama. He had actually gotten off on Inuyasha’s screaming and pain, and he had a feeling he wanted it to be relieved as soon as possible. But that didn’t explain why he had tossed Inuyasha at him. Didn’t he want to claim Inuyasha for himself? His question was soon answered as Naraku’s voice broke through the silence. “Take him.” Sesshoumaru stared at him. He just didn’t say for him to take his own brother, did he? He would do anything the sick bastard wanted if it meant getting out of here alive. Except that.

“No.” Naraku shook his head. “Yes, you will. I would have taken his innocence my self, but I find it much more entertaining if his own brother did the honor for me. Don’t you want him to pant your name as you slam into his virgin body? I’m sure he’d enjoy it” He then smirked, and a soft malicious chuckle issued from his mouth. Sesshoumaru wanted to deny what Naraku was saying, but he knew that deep in his own soul that he indeed did desire Inuyasha. The realization simultaneously lifted a weight from his chest and made him ill at the same time. Naraku saw the revelation pass over Sesshoumaru’s amber eyes, and he knew he was correct. Knowing that Sesshoumaru secretly did want to ravage his own brother, Naraku spurred him on. “Go ahead my lord. He’s ready for the taking.” He then moved to the ties of his hakama, and lifted his swollen arousal from the constricting cloth, already rubbing it slightly as Sesshoumaru slowly crawled to Inuyasha.

Inuyasha had barely heard what Naraku had said to Sesshoumaru, but had picked up enough to know what was about to befall him. In a way it sickened him, but it also excited him unbelievably. Even through the immense pain at his back he could feel himself grow hard at the anxiety. Sesshoumaru noticed Inuyasha’s erection, and it made his own hardening cock ache with want. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this, and more importantly he knew he shouldn’t be wanting to do this. But he was, and for some reason it wasn’t bothering him much anymore.

Sesshoumaru crawled closer to Inuyasha, the whole while trying to ignore the now dull stinging permeating his lower torso. He now was over Inuyasha, his brother still breathing heavily from being whipped. His eyes began to regain some coherency, and Sesshoumaru saw his own lust mirrored in his brother’s almost identical eyes. He spread Inuyasha’s legs, and aimed himself at his brother’s entrance.

Naraku began to rub his had up and down his shaft, trying painfully not to come quite yet as he watched Sesshoumaru Prepare to take Inuyasha.

Sesshoumaru wanted nothing more that to just ravage Inuyasha, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to look into his brother’s eyes when he took him. Abruptly Sesshoumaru turned Inuyasha onto his stomach, and grasped his brother’s hips to raise him to his weeping erection.

Sesshoumaru tried to hold back a gasp as he took in the sight of Inuyasha’s torn back. The slash marks crisscrossed each other all over, and the bleeding still somewhat persisted even now. Lovingly Sesshoumaru bent over Inuyasha and ran his tongue along the wounds, returning the favor from earlier. Inuyasha groaned at the pain, but found that it was just turning him on even more. Sesshoumaru bent lower until he was close to Inuyasha’s ear, and he said in an almost inaudible whisper, “Inuyasha. This is going to hurt, and badly. But it will also feel good in time, but you have to relax. If you don’t it will hurt worse. Understand?” Inuyasha nodded slowly, and Sesshoumaru returned to his previous position and prepared to enter his brother while Naraku watched on enraptured.

A/N: Heh, sorry to leave you hanging! I know it was a bad place to stop, but I need to have some material to add to the next chapter, you know? I believe there’s only one more after this, but we’ll see. I pretty much make this stuff up as I go, so I might think of some other things to add. I hoped you like this chap, because the next one is going to be much better. Tell me what you think. Bye!