Ini-Herit

“Ini-Herit”



By: God of Insanity



Summary: Fresh out of high school and having to deal with the recent death of his father, Sesshoumaru gets a job as an intern at a prosperous business in order to support his sister. Of course, that doesn’t stop the business corp.’s boss from molesting him.



Pairing(s): Naraku/Sesshoumaru, (Surprise)/Sesshoumaru



Future Warning(s): AU (Modern), Heavy Yaoi, SesshUKE, Lemons, Original Character, Language, Oral, Angst, Maledom, D/s, and WIP.



Chapter Warning(s): AU (Modern), Implied deaths, HEAVY Angst, Making out, and WIP.



A/N: This chapter is depressing, I know, but I am so very good at it! I hope the ending of this chapter makes up for the angstyness. As always, enjoy!





Chapter 3: “Into the night”





The bathroom was almost deathly silent except for the shallow breathing of something living. All the lights were purposely turned off. It was pitch black, but if one could see through the darkness, he or she would see a young man sitting in the corner of the bathroom. Said boy was sitting with his knees pulled up to his chest, his arms wrapped around his long legs and his face hidden by his knees and by a veil of lengthy silver hair.



He was not quite asleep, but he was deep within the depths of his own unstable, troubled mind. He felt immense guilt and disgust at himself because he was attracted to another man. A man! And it wasn’t just any man, it was his damn boss! He wasn’t supposed to be gay! Hell, he wasn’t supposed to be thinking of being with anybody romantically. He didn’t even have the time or energy to relate to any of the people he had felt any friendship with.



He had a sister to support and a job to maintain. She alone depended on him and she had no one else to turn to. He could let her be raised in foster care, but that was not even a possibility within his mind. He would sooner die a horrible death than allow her to be raised around strangers who could quite possibly abuse her. He knew he could never forsake his Rin, ever.



He was an adult now. But that was just the problem…he was an adult who couldn’t even do the type of things that adults were entitled to do. He wouldn’t be able to drink, smoke, or go anywhere he wanted to go. He wouldn’t be able to experience any intimate relationships of any kind, friend or lover. He had never wanted any of this before…but now that he couldn’t have it, he so desperately wanted it.



Then he thought of his parents and the guilt and the repulsion washed over him like a fierce tidal wave. He shuddered as he choked back a sob. How could he even think of what he wanted when he should be thinking of what his sister needed? How dare he think such selfish, revolting thoughts when his responsible parents were dead! That’s just it…they were dead. They couldn’t help him now. All they could do now was haunt him with memories.



The good memories hurt even more than the bad memories did. He missed them so damn much and they would never come back. A bitter smile twisted on his face as a tear crept down his agonized face.



The dreams were the worst. He would often dream of them and their smiling faces and sometimes he saw himself as a small child in his mother’s arms. Sometimes he saw himself being held up high by his father. And he would feel truly loved.



And sometimes he saw himself as his current age walking down a serene pathway through the woods with his parents and sister. Rin would sing blissfully and obliviously as she always did and she would run up ahead and find wild flowers. She would pick them all flowers and even make wreathes to place upon their heads or around their necks. His parents would laugh and smile. And then she would smile.



And then he would wake up from his dream feeling happy for one split second before the truth bore down on him like the weight of chains and shackles. The despair would drown him and he would lie on his side, staring at the wall with empty eyes. It felt so cruel and unfair that he despised waking up every day.



Oh, and he knew in the next room that Rin woke up several times a night, just as he did, and sometimes he would hear her crying as quietly as she could. Sometimes he would get out of bed and crawl into bed with her to comfort her. Before he came into the room, she would hastily wipe away her tears and she would pretend to be asleep.



And sometimes…what hurt the most was that she didn’t sing, she didn’t pick flowers, and she didn’t smile the same way she used to anymore.



It was if they were both dead inside.





~*~*~*~*~*~





The next morning while Sesshoumaru busily typed at his computer, he tried to ignore the eyes he knew that were most likely watching him. He turned slightly and glared out of the corner of his eyes at the damn mirror he wanted to break. He wasn’t sure who or what he wanted to break, the mirror or that bloody Nakajima. Like hell he was going to call his boss by his first name, even if he was given permission to…



The young demon shook his head slightly while he composed himself and he turned back to his work. The methodical sound of hundreds of fingers tapping away at keyboards almost distracted him from where his train of thought was headed to. He wasn’t about to think about what had happened last night between Nakajima and himself. Too late. His face was tinged pink and he knew it. He abruptly stood up and decided he had to compose himself in the restroom when a slender hand touched his shoulder.



“Just where do you think you are going?” Asked a familiar voice filled slightly with mirth, but mostly with exhaustion. This voice sometimes reminded Sesshoumaru of Naraku because of its deliberate slowness and depth. He was always wary of women with deep, mature voices for some reason.



Sesshoumaru quickly composed himself and stood up straight as he turned towards her. His voice was delicate, yet firm as he replied, “I was just about to relieve myself in the restroom, Miss Kagura.”



“I see,” Kagura smirked slightly and if she had had a fan, she probably would have hidden half of her face with it. “If it is not urgent, I suggest that you give it a rain check.”



One of the inu youkai’s slim eyebrows quirked up and his body stiffened slightly from instinct. Her smirk unnerved him because it seemed to him as if she knew far more than she should. “Oh? Why is that?”



“Because the boss man wants to see you…NOW.”



If Sesshoumaru were a lesser demon, he would have gulped and laughed nervously. Instead, he stared at her impassively and nodded. He walked past her with confident, strong strides even though he felt weak and defenseless as he strode towards the dreaded boss’s office.



Kagura sighed to herself and placed a hand on her face. As soon as the door closed, she reflected quietly to herself, “Why are the good ones always gay?”





~*~*~*~*~*~





“Good morning, Sesshoumaru,” spoke a silken, rich voice that emerged from the darkness of the room. The dog demon couldn’t see the bastard because the chair was turned around and the backside was facing him, which effectively hid the kumo.



“What is it that you want, Mr. Nakajima? Is there a problem?” Sesshoumaru bravely inquired. He knew that he was stepping out of his place, but he didn’t care. He felt so many different emotions whirling inside of him that he didn’t recognize any of them except for anger.



The tall figure appeared to have emerged from the very darkness itself. He stood tall and strode over to the inu youkai quietly. He seemed to tower over the younger man like an all-knowing god or even a scheming, mischievous devil.



“Why, yes, I do believe there is a problem, my little puppy...” The kumo purred and his tone was almost dangerous. He moved closer to Sesshoumaru and he almost laughed when he saw the inu edge away warily from him. Naraku managed to back him all the way into the wall and he gingerly placed both arms on either side of the boy’s head, effectively trapping him in place.



Sesshoumaru glared bloody daggers at him even though his heart was hammering almost violently in his chest. He could already feel himself sweating and his stomach felt like it was knotting up and burning at the same time. It was so new and strange to him that he wasn’t sure if it was a bad or a good thing.



“The way you ran out of my office yesterday…was like a frightened little animal that’s afraid to be devoured…” Naraku’s face loomed closer to Sesshoumaru’s, their faces inches apart. “You are conflicted, I can tell. I know you’re not exactly heterosexual because I know you’re attracted to me. Not only that, but the way you responded to my kiss and touch is proof enough. So what is the problem?”



The golden-eyed demon felt his face flush and he looked away. Flashbacks of the other day sifted through his memory, which only served to intensify the perplexing feelings and sensations he was currently feeling.



In a low, quiet voice, he replied, “I don’t know of what you are referring to.”



“Ah, are we playing Mr. Amnesiac today?” Naraku chuckled and used one hand to force the younger man to look at him. “Is it because I am your boss? Do you deem that as inappropriate? Or maybe…you’ve never done this before?”



The silver-haired man stared right back at the dark-haired man and somehow his honey eyes seemed to answer the kumo’s questions.



“I assure you that I don’t normally get involved with my employees, but for some reason or another, I want you. I want to get to know you in more ways than one. We can take it slow, if you wish, and that probably would be the best thing to do given your situation.”



“What makes you think that I want you, or want to get to know you?” Sesshoumaru retorted coldly even though his interest was piqued. In truth, he was torn. He wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted and he wasn’t sure he could have what he wanted.



Naraku chuckled, truly amused. “You don’t even know what you want, but your body does. And, I’ll bet it’s been neglected for far too long...” With his free hand, he trailed his fingertips slowly, yet teasingly lightly down the inu’s firm chest. “How about this…I kiss you right now and if you feel nothing from it, I will cease in my advances towards you? How does that sound?”



Sesshoumaru fought hard against pressing his chest against that hand. The touch was light and all he knew was that he wanted more of it. Ever the stubborn one, he pretended to be unaffected by it. “And if…I feel something from it? What then?”



“I’m glad you asked…” Naraku chuckled again and removed his hand from its teasing explorations. “Then we will develop our relationship. We will go out to places, or stay in the house. Whatever it is that you wish. I will kiss you, touch you, and do whatever you allow me to. I will not push you into anything you’re not ready for, my pet. You have my word.”



The dog demon mulled it over in his head for a few minutes and he came to realize that he wanted to do something spontaneous, if not new, for once in his life. Voices in his head shouted a thousand reasons as to why he shouldn’t, but he shut them out. He found himself slowly nodding…



And before Sesshoumaru knew it, hot lips were on his and a larger, harder body pressed against his, completely trapping him against the wall. He felt his mouth being hungrily devoured and he couldn’t help but moan and melt into the passionate kiss. The fire within his belly burned even more, but it was a pleasant feeling. His body grew tighter and he felt stirrings he’d never felt in his life before. His knees felt incredibly weak and he most likely would have collapsed if not for the man pinning him against the wall.



All too soon, Naraku pulled away and took a step back, releasing the inu. He almost smirked in self-satisfaction when the younger demon nearly fell down to his knees. Instead, Sesshoumaru used the wall as support since his body failed to support him on its own. His breath came out in little adorable pants and he was disappointed that it was already over with.



When Sesshoumaru was composed enough, Naraku inquired, “Are you certain that you do not want me? Because unless I happen to be the world’s biggest fool, I’d say that you definitely enjoyed that.”



“You’re not the world’s biggest fool, but this is unprofessional. It’s not right.” The younger man countered with eyes downcast, trying to make excuses.



The kumo rolled his eyes and crossed his arms across his chest. “Do you want me to fire you? Because I will, and then it won’t be ‘unprofessional.’ You’re just trying to find a way out of this with petty excuses. You think way too damn much, that much I can tell. Maybe you should…stop thinking for once.”



Sesshoumaru’s eyes quickly flitted towards the older demon and it exasperated him to know that his boss just spoke was the truth. “I can’t…”



“You can’t what?”



The inu youkai took a deep breath and replied almost too quietly, “I have a sister to support. She depends on only me. I can’t abandon her. She’s all I have and I am all she has.”



Understanding breached Naraku and despite the seriousness of the situation, he laughed. The kid was just too cute and way too serious at the same time.



Sesshoumaru glowered at him and was tempted to punch the jerk out.



“Oh, Sesshoumaru…you are so cute, but you need to lighten up a bit. Now, don’t look at me like that. Whatever your problem is, I can help you. And you sister, she can accompany us on our more…innocent dates.” Naraku reasoned and tilted his head to the side with a smile.



The dog demon bristled at the ‘lighten up’ part, but he chose to ignore it. “And the not-so innocent dates…?”



“My house-keeping staff can watch her. They are trustworthy and I’ve had them for many years. One of them has a daughter that’s probably close to your sister’s age. They could play together. I assure you, she will be very safe and entertained. How does that sound?”



“It sounds very good to me. I would like to meet your staff first, though. If you don’t mind, that is...”



“Of course. I do not mind.” For once in many years, the kumo felt something akin to happiness and he didn’t know why. It wasn’t as if he had a bad life, it just felt hollow and meaningless at times. “We will work out all the kinks and details later. I think it’s wise if we both return to work now. What say you?”



Sesshoumaru nodded and turned to go, but he was stopped by lips that nearly bruised his own. A few moments later, they were gone, but he was still held in a strong embrace. “Is Saturday okay, my pet?”



“I think so…” The inu replied softly for he felt lightheaded but in the good way. He returned to his computer and sat down. He didn’t notice any questioning glances thrown his way and he didn’t even notice the tanned-skinned man who stared at him for longer than what was necessary. He also didn’t notice said man entering Naraku’s office. All he knew was that Saturday was (or seemed) like it would take forever to come.





TBC…