A Kumo's Revenge

A Kumo’s Revenge

By: God of Insanity (aka Goku the paladin)

Summary: Incensed and vengeful, Naraku kidnaps what’s most precious to InuTaishou- his firstborn son.

Pairing(s): InuTaishou/Sesshoumaru (implied for now); Naraku/Sesshoumaru

Warning(s): AU, InuCest, Yaoi, Lemons, Language, Shouta, Oral, WD, Angst, Maledom, D/s, and WIP.

A/N: Heh heh… 40 hour jobs, ya know? I’m in college now and I won’t work much…for some time, at least. But since I won’t be working much for awhile, I’ll have some time to update. I will probably update the other-story-who’s-name-escapes-me-for-the-moment tomorrow.

Disclaimers: *Broken tape recorder* I do not own InuYasha; I do not own the hotness that is Sesshoumaru, Naraku, or InuTaishou. There is no profit. This is merely for unpaid entertainment, fan purposes.


Chapter 3: “Hand of Punishment”

“Unhand me at once, bastard.” Sesshoumaru hissed as he tried again and again to yank his wrists free from the stronger demon that loomed over him like a bad omen. Naraku merely smiled and tossed him onto the bed like a mere rag doll. Before the shorter demon could scramble away, let alone think, the other youkai had seated himself on the futon gracefully, facing the sprawled demon. As soon as Sesshoumaru shot up from the futon, Naraku had grabbed him and pulled him onto his lap, the younger demon’s backside pressed tightly across his uncle’s front side.

Naraku inhaled the sweet scent of his nephew’s silver hair and he sighed blissfully. He leaned closer and licked the pointed outline of Sesshoumaru’s elven-like ear. “I have a feeling…that before long, you will hate me.”

“I already do.” Sesshoumaru spat out; he clung to the strong arm that pressed tightly across his chest, which obviously served as a restraint. The younger-demon’s body turned taut as soon as he felt a hand larger than his own splayed across his chest. The tips of Naraku’s claws raked down his body towards his naval, breaking skin and causing a light blood flow. They were minor scratches that only stung somewhat, but that didn’t mean Sesshoumaru wanted the mad demon scratching up his genitals, either.

“Oh no, I don’t think you do, yet…” Naraku whispered his words like a phantom as he nipped at the long, yet slender neck of his nephew. “If you are quiet enough, I won’t injure anything of worth. Feel free to moan, though. Now, be a good boy…”

If Sesshoumaru were facing his rather devious uncle, without a doubt, he’d be glaring daggers at the demon. He tried to relax himself, but to no avail. He was getting aroused despite his anger and that fact alone disturbed him.

The same hand that had abused his body tenderly traced the scratches, as if apologizing in its own way. Said hand reached one of his flat, dusky pink nipples and caressed it gently with two fingers until it hardened. Once Naraku’s hand was satisfied with that, it traveled across the boy’s chest to the other neglected nipple and repeated its actions. Sesshoumaru bit back a moan and turned his head to the side, the side of his face buried in Naraku’s shoulder, which revealed more of the youkai’s lovely neck. The crimson-eyed demon took full advantage of that by kissing and nibbling his neck while his hand deserted the younger demon’s nipple and made its descent down to the boy’s hakama.

This was…so different for Sesshoumaru. Usually his father would pinch and rub his nipples roughly and seldom did he take his time with anything. But Naraku, he was so patient and sensual, the very opposite of InuTaishou. It stumped him, to say the least, for Naraku had been a bit rough with him earlier, but now Sesshoumaru couldn’t help the moans that his uncle wrung out of him.

A cool hand wrapped its long fingers delicately around Sesshoumaru’s half-erect length. The silver-haired youkai whimpered at the touch and arched his back, pressing himself into that cold hand. Naraku smiled against his neck and his hand started to slowly stroke the rising length of Sesshoumaru. The half-kumo youkai caressed the inu youkai’s turgid erection a little faster to test his reaction. The arm that restrained the smaller demon released him, but his free hand decided to latch itself onto the dog demon’s hip. Naraku kissed the nape of Sesshoumaru’s neck as he listened to the very breathy and arousing moans that he managed to wring out of his nephew. The hand resting on Sesshoumaru’s hip pushed the boy’s round rear against his groin; he delighted in showing his mewing nephew just how hard the boy had made him. Naraku grinded his hip against Sesshoumaru’s, his arousal rubbing insistently against the other male’s firm, but round ass.

“So responsive…no wonder your dear beloved father still keeps you in his bed, even when he took another mate…” The older demon whispered and he knew full well that his words would arouse the boy’s anger, even in his lust-induced state.

At the flaming insult, Sesshoumaru’s eyes widened slightly and he growled, pulling away from the other male. He hastily turned around prepared to strike his uncle, but his fist was caught by the very hand that had been stroking him. Naraku raised one of his dark eyebrows and sighed sadly in a mocking way. Without warning, he shoved Sesshoumaru onto his back on the futon and crawled on top of the smaller body. He swiftly pinned Sesshoumaru’s hands above his head with one hand and the other hand just as quickly rid the boy of his black training pants. With amusement, Naraku noted that even in his apparent anger, the child was still hard as a rock.

“My, oh my, the truth hurts you so, doesn’t it? It’s not my fault he chose to claim that human wench over you. I, myself, would not have chosen some human bitch over you, my lord Sesshoumaru. You would be enough to satiate my hunger and I would not have some ningen wench in my bed. No…I would have you any way I wished at any time. I would have you on your hands and knees, against the wall…in the hot springs, on my table, in your father’s bed…in the bathing room, in the woods and I’d even have you ride my dick. I would have you so many ways you wouldn’t know what day of the week it was or even if it was day or night. I would only pleasure you…and you would love it. You would never go to another. I would have all of you, Sesshoumaru.” The devious demon purred to Sesshoumaru, his lips a few mere inches away from his nephew’s quivering lips.

“What stops you, then? Since the moment I met you, you torment me so! Why? What have I done onto you, my uncle?” Sesshoumaru whispered, his voice broken in sorrow and hoarse in need. If he had been a lesser being, he probably would have been crying and sobbing like a child by now.

Naraku stared at him silently for a few long moments until he closed in the gap by brushing his lips almost tentatively with those of Sesshoumaru’s. His free hand cupped the boy’s face as he deepened the kiss, pouring all his passion and lust into that one kiss. He even slipped his tongue into the youth’s mouth, tasting the hot cavern. If Sesshoumaru had been standing, he would have buckled to his knees; his uncle was a good damn kisser! Naraku was tempted to smile when he felt the kiss being returned and he felt a hand weave into his hair and pull him closer, if that were even possible. As sudden as the kiss was, it was over. Naraku pulled away suddenly and climbed off of his very aroused and very naked nephew.

“Uncle, why…did you stop? You want me; I can smell…and feel it. Why do you stop now?” Sesshoumaru sat up, his disheveled silver tresses sliding over his pale shoulders.

“Relieve yourself, if you must. Then dress yourself in the kimono I had my son bring you. After you are finished, I will have a servant direct you to the Tea room. Once there, we will talk…and I might even answer some of your questions, Golden Eyes.” Naraku did not look at him. It was true, he wanted the boy. He had been so close to going against his word by just taking that sexy little minx so soon in the game. In time, he would take him, but now was not the appropriate time. He had to be patient, but it was hard to be patient around his gorgeous, oh-so-fuckable nephew.

Naraku walked to the door, but did not leave. The dark-haired demon stood by the doorway for a moment and then he glanced back at Sesshoumaru with uninhibited longing in his vermillion depths.

“You have done nothing to warrant my cruelty, child.” With those quiet words nearly whispered, Naraku left the hot room, leaving a very horny and confused Sesshoumaru.

~*~*~*~*~*~

“I am present, uncle.” Sesshoumaru addressed, his voice back to its usual monotone. He stood by the doorway, dressed in a black kimono decorated with silver embroidery of dragons. Black wasn’t usually his taste, but somehow it suited his mood today, and it was the only clothes that his uncle had thought to deliver to him. The silk felt good against his frustrated and abused body, so he wasn’t about to be a spoiled snot by complaining about its color.

“You may enter, Sesshoumaru. Come, sit with me…” Naraku was seated by a table, drinking something that was most likely green tea. The older male observed the younger male out of the corner of his wine-colored eyes. He was disappointed that his nephew hadn’t just decided to walk in naked, but still…he was still breathtaking in his new kimono. The dark silk made his nephew’s skin, hair, and eyes stand out even more. It was as if he were glowing…like some kind of angel. But still, he was very pleased that Sesshoumaru had obeyed him this time like a good bitch.

Sesshoumaru glided in like a beautiful apparition and seated himself from across his stunning uncle. A servant poured him some tea and than took her leave from the room as soon as Naraku sent her a ‘look’. The inu youkai nodded politely to the servant before she left. She smiled at him and didn’t notice the jealous look that ironed itself into her lord’s face.

“Your father should be here anytime, Sesshoumaru. I expect him no later than three or four days. I have no doubt he is preparing his army…or a part of it, at least. I wonder how long it will take him to breach my barrier, though. He is strong, but it will take him some time. What do you have to say about this?” Naraku peered at his nephew curiously and gingerly took another sip of his tea. He didn’t fail to notice that the other youkai hadn’t even bothered to touch his own cup, yet. Maybe he thought it was poisoned or something?

“I have nothing to say on the matter, my lord.” Sesshoumaru commented quietly, he stared with disinterest at the steam that rose from his tea cup. In fact, he was almost surprised that his father would come for him at all. But then again, he was his father’s precious little slut puppy, as he was often called.

“Do you want him to take you back?” Naraku asked, watching him carefully without being obvious about it.

“I do not know.” The moon-eyed adolescent barely ever looked at the older man. He wasn’t sure which hell he would prefer to be in.

“Do not be so timid and gloomy, nephew. It does not suit you....at all. Do not fret, either. I will not let him take you away. You are mine now.” Naraku stated as he set his cup down and focused his gaze on the ethereal vision in front of him. He knew his possessive streak had risen, which is why he would get very jealous at anyone who even dared look at his nephew.

“I am yours? I am inclined to disagree with you, uncle, I am not yours. I belong to InuTaishou…unless you so wish to change this. You have not claimed me, so therefore, I am not yours.” Sesshoumaru smiled a little, knowing his words would piss off his crafty red-eyed uncle.

“You mock me, boy, and I do not like it. Mind your tongue or it might go missing. Remember, I took you away from him. You are in my castle now, with me, not him.” The taller demon had spoken very carefully; he was trying his best to remain calm and patient.

The silver-haired youkai shivered at his words, but only because the possessiveness of his captor surprised and admittedly, excited him, too. “Why do you even care who takes me? Why do you care if he takes me back? You said yourself that I am only a mere pawn in your game of revenge upon my father. I do not understand, uncle.”

Naraku inhaled sharply and stood up slowly. “Come here.”

The older youkai sighed in annoyance when the boy just sat there gawking at him nonchalantly. “Sesshoumaru, I said, come here. Now. Do as I say, boy.”

“As you wish, my lord.” Sesshoumaru gracefully stood up and strode lethargically over to his towering uncle. He stopped once he was within two and a half feet of him.

“That’s a good boy.” Naraku reached out and grabbed Sesshoumaru by his kimono and pulled him against his bigger body. One of his hands cupped the golden-eyed demon’s ass while the other hand rested on the side of the boy’s face, tracing his full lips with his thumb. “As I stated earlier, you are mine. You are my bitch, my little uke. Your father promised me, you know.”

“What? Promised you what? I still do not understand.”

“I saw you when you were born. I helped your mother birth you and of course, your wonderful father wasn’t even there. He was too busy trying to get another whore pregnant, you know. I saw you a few times more, but I never had the chance to meet you. Your…devoted father would not allow me my own right…” Naraku pressed the young demon’s body closer to his own as he explained.

“That does not explain why I am ‘yours’, uncle.” The contact made him tremble; his uncle seemed to have a profound effect on him.

“You were to be mine, but he took you anyway, against his word. You were supposed to be a virgin, but he defiled you. Not only that, but he tried to keep you out of my reach…”

“What?”

“Before you were born, your father owed me a great debt. A life debt. All I required from him was his first born…son. He promised you to me, he promised that once you matured enough, you would be untouched…and I would take you as my mate.”


Note: There may be grammar errrors. I did not have time to double check. I hope you enjoyed this...very neglected story. ^^'