Ini-Herit

“Ini-Herit”

By: God of Insanity

Chapter Warning(s): Humor, Sexual tension, Making out, Hand Job

A/N: For some reason, it seems like Sesshoumaru and Kouga’s relationship is very similar to how fanfic writers make Sephiroth and Zack’s. This was not intentional, I swear. ^__^()

Once again, I’d like to thank everyone who has reviewed. Don’t stop reviewing. It’s like crack to me. It fuels my passion or something gaytarded like that. ^^

Chapter 6: “Into the Closet”


As soon as Najja had left the building, Naraku hastily hid the necklace in a secret hidden compartment in the floor. It was inconspicuous enough and it could only be seen if one knew what to look for.

He quickly stood up and brushed off the imaginary lint and dirt from his suit and sighed deeply. The almost crestfallen expression on his visage fell away quickly when he remembered his plan. With a slight smirk on his pale face, he placed dark sunglasses over his eyes and left his office.


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“You know, Sesshoumaru, you look very familiar. You look like someone I know…” Kouga reflected out loud while the inu gingerly sipped at a paper cup filled with water.

“Hn.” The dog demon managed to make a sound from his throat. He knew that if he didn’t reply to the cocky wolf, the baka wolf would continue to badger him until he did.

Kouga tapped his right index finger against his chin as he concentrated on his memory. “I can’t remember who, but you definitely look similar to someone I used to know…oh well. Nevermind. So…”

The inu youkai continued to slowly sip his flavorless water and even though it didn’t do much for him except hydrate him, it didn’t leave a foul aftertaste like most drinks often did. That was why he never touched coffee since the aftertaste was so revolting to him.

The ookami folded his arms across his broad chest and leaned against the pasty white wall of the break room. It was bleak and boring. Of course, that didn’t mean that the interior decorators had bad taste. It just meant that they either were specifically asked for this or they were on a strict budget. Or both.

Even though the room was dreary and lifeless, the young man who now stood in it made the room seem much more appealing than it really was.

“Say, Sesshoumaru…are you busy this weekend? Cuz’…me and some friends of mine are going out Saturday. We wouldn’t mind if you came and who knows, you may have some fun. God knows this place is boring enough…” Kouga offered and scratched the back of his head as he waited for the dog’s response.

He knew the odds were against him that the inu would accept his proposal. He could tell that Sesshoumaru was the aloof, introverted type and it would be a snowball in hell before the inu accompanied him anywhere…willingly. Yet the inu seemed like an intriguing person and like the friendly person Kouga was, he wanted to get to know him on a friend level.

Sesshoumaru finished his water and crushed the wax paper cup in his hand. He discarded it and directed his icy gaze towards the brash wolf. “Is there a specific reason as to why you’re asking me this?”

Kouga knew he would have to choose his words carefully and that wasn’t something he excelled at. Inwardly, he cursed at how sharp the inu youkai was and somehow he knew that lying or sugar coating anything would be a very bad idea. “Well, I’d like to get to know you and I mean that. You seem like a really cool person and you’re different…” He scratched his head, desperately attempting to find the right words that wouldn’t piss the demon off.

“But…?” The inu youkai offered icily, his golden eyes fixed onto Kouga’s face like a cop’s would while interrogating a suspect.

“Well…it’s kind of a date between me and my girlfriend, Kagome. She insisted on bringing her friend Ayame with her, which makes it a get-together. She asked me to bring some friends and maybe a date for Ayame, if possible…”

The inu youkai suppressed a chuckle and kept his face as statuesque as ever. He wasn’t really surprised, but he was a little amused. “Oh? And are any of your other friends coming?”

Kouga snickered, “As if I would let those dogs, no offence, near my woman or even Ayame. I care about my friends…but they don’t know how to treat Ladies. Plus, they’re really loud and wild. I would be distracted by them and Kagome would throw a little hissy fit.”

The name Kagome seemed familiar to the dog demon, but he couldn’t place her anywhere in his memory for some reason. He would have to file that name somewhere until he remembered why that name felt so familiar.

“I mean, if this weekend isn’t good, then maybe some other time? I know I kind of rushed into it since we just met, but…yeah. So, what do you say?”

Sesshoumaru was about to answer when a firm hand grabbed his left arm in a death grip he was sure would leave bruises. He swiftly turned to find his boss standing beside him with a humorless expression on his attractive face.

Naraku’s fierce gaze wasn’t directed at him; rather it was focused solely on Kouga.

To Kouga, their boss looked as if he were playing the role of the overprotective parent who didn’t want his son to play with the wrong kids.

To an onlooker, the kumo looked as if he were about to fight over a piece of meat.

To Sesshoumaru, they both looked ridiculous.

“I’m afraid Sesshoumaru has some other priorities to concern himself with this weekend. Since he is the new intern, he has to get some extra training done over the weekend. So very sorry…” Naraku spoke very calmly and evenly, yet there was a dangerous edge to his voice. He made sure that the wolf understood. He wasn’t going to admit to his affair with Sesshoumaru in words, but he wanted the ookami to understand that he had some sort of claim over the inu.

Kouga understood, but he was baffled. He wasn’t romantically interested in the inu. He was straight, and besides, even if he were gay, he would find Sesshoumaru attractive, but the inu wasn’t his type at all. He liked warm and open girls who although didn’t lack spunk, did not lack sanity as well.

With his hand still clamped on Sesshoumaru’s poor arm like a queen-face-hugger, Naraku rapidly left the room, dragging the stunned inu youkai with him. He didn’t stop until they reached a random closet. He flung it open and nearly hurled the inu into the closet like a rag doll. He quickly stepped inside as well and closed the door, locking it from the inside with his key.

The closet was big enough for three to four people, but since it was filled with cleaning supplies, it didn’t give the two demons much room to move around.

Before Sesshoumaru could even object, the kumo shoved him against the wall almost violently. He pressed his body hard against the inu’s, effectively trapping him in place. His hands both cupped Sesshoumaru’s face. Naraku’s mouth was over his, devouring him hungrily and possessively at the same time. When the inu gasped, he felt a tongue shove its way into his mouth. It explored every plane and crevice of his mouth, tasting and memorizing him at the same time.

He felt frozen, suspended in time almost, but on fire at the same time. He should be furious at being roughly grabbed, manhandled and then assaulted by this alarmingly possessive man, but he wasn’t. It disturbed him to know that he liked this rough treatment, which aroused him in more than one way. For once, he was not in control of himself, or of anything…period.

It wasn’t long before he gently and tentatively returned the kiss, which was a stark contrast to Naraku’s rough and assertive manner. He slid his arms around the kumo almost timidly, as if he were unsure of what to do. The spider demon made a noise in his throat which sounded as if he were pleased by the dog demon’s actions.

The kumo slowly ground his hips against the inu’s, wanting the boy to know just how much he was affected by him. He was pleased to feel that Sesshoumaru was at least half-erect and he was determined to make the inu as hard as a rock. He let his hands drop down to Sesshoumaru’s hips and without breaking away from the intense kiss, he hoisted him up against the wall until both of their arousals touched each other.

Sesshoumaru moaned into Naraku’s mouth and instinctively wrapped his legs around the kumo as their groins ground together causing such sweet, delicious friction. He felt as if he were dying, yet living at the same exact time…

Naraku groaned and reluctantly tore his mouth away from Sesshoumaru’s sweet lips. They both panted for the very much needed air that rapidly filled up their neglected lungs.

He couldn’t believe how hard he was and it was very absurd to him. Sesshoumaru was drop dead gorgeous, true, but mere beauty wasn’t enough to bring him to such an insane state of bliss. Something about the young man was different than all the others, yet he didn’t know why. All he knew was that no one had ever affected him in such a way.

He could already feel the wetness seeping through their pants. He knew it was time to move it a step up and he knew not to go too far. He had his suspicions that the boy was still a virgin and if that was indeed true, he would have to be very careful. He had to make his gorgeous little intern want it and enjoy it simultaneously. If he forced himself on the inu or hurt him too much, or both, the kid would be too traumatized and unwilling for a repeat performance.

Something beyond and stronger than his instincts guided and advised him.

With a smirk, he licked the silver-haired man’s throat in a mock display of what he could do to other parts of Sesshoumaru’s quivering body. He brought his mouth between the junction of the inu’s neck and shoulder and Naraku was pleased when he tilted his head to the side, exposing more of his long neck. He sucked hard on the inu’s supple flesh and let his tongue dart out now and then to tease the heated flesh.

When he stopped sucking, he pulled away to stare at the dark bruise-like spot on the inu’s neck and a smug smile appeared on his handsome face. Since he couldn’t mark him yet with his teeth and seed, he could mark him in other temporary ways.

As an afterthought, he carefully and gently dragged his teeth, particularly his sharp canines against the smooth expanse of the youkai’s neck. He was rewarded with a throaty moan from Sesshoumaru, who immediately arched his back and spread his legs in offering.
Naraku licked the golden-eyed youkai’s neck as if savoring something both delicious and exotic. The kumo huskily whispered against the inu’s neck, “Not yet…” He was more than flattered by the total submission and what it offered. He was tempted.

“P-please…” Sesshoumaru whimpered and it sounded pathetic to his ears, but he didn’t care at the moment. Begging had always been something beneath him and so was acting like a wanton whore. He knew things were changing, yet he wasn’t sure if he was ready or willing to face them.

The younger demon could feel the hot breath rolling against his neck and he shivered.

The red-eyed kumo licked a hot, wet trail from the inu’s neck to his ear and he didn’t forget to trace the pointy ear quite suggestively. “Please what? Do you want me to stop?”

“N-nn…” Was all Sesshoumaru could get out because a strong hand reached between their bodies and gripped the inu’s achingly erect cock through his pants.

A devious, seductive voice whispered into Sesshoumaru’s ear, “You want me to touch you, don’t you? You want me to slip my hand into your pants and wrap my fingers around your cock…” His voice trailed off as if to leave the rest up to the inu’s imagination. The blush on the beautiful demon’s face only deepened even more and he would be damned to a hell full of InuYashas before he vocally admitted to that.

The raven-haired kumo chuckled with mirth as he swept some of the silver bangs out of the sweat-slickened skin of Sesshoumaru’s forehead. “Fine, I shall oblige you, but just this once. Next time…you have to beg for it.”

Naraku unbuckled the youth’s pants before he dipped his hand underneath the waistband of said pants. He carefully slipped underneath the boxers as well and smiled when he felt the smooth muscles bunch up and jump at his tender touch. He was surprised to feel no hair down there, but it didn’t deter him. Rather, it was both exotic and refreshing to him.

His questing hand quickly found what it was looking for and it almost boldly wrapped long fingers around the hot flesh. The quiet moan that he managed to wrench from the younger youkai made the kumo smirk. It was quite obvious that the inu was trying his hardest to keep his vocal responses bottled in. That would not do.

To make things easier, the kumo eased open the fly of Sesshoumaru’s dark pants with his free hand. He tugged the inu’s pants down over his hips and then the black boxers swiftly followed suit.

The cold air met Sesshoumaru’s heated flesh immediately and he sucked in his breath to prevent any unwanted noises. He was feeling more embarrassed by the moment and he felt even more self-conscious than usual when the kumo stared at him. Then again, it wasn’t every day that he was trapped in a closet with an older man ogling his crotch.

Naraku moved both of his hands away so that he could obtain a better look at the dog’s naked skin and of course, his endowments. “Beautiful…” He mumbled more to himself with hooded eyes. It was getting increasingly harder to control himself by the second.

While he openly admired the exposed flesh before him, he ran a hand down the inu’s thigh in a feather light caress. “Well, my big boy, it seems you must be perfect in every way. Let’s give it a go, then.” He leaned forward and nibbled on his intern’s neck with uncontrolled enthusiasm whereas his lecherous hand found its way back to the inu’s neglected erection.

Sesshoumaru wasn’t oblivious to the act of masturbation and despite his lack of sexual experience, he had performed the act in secrecy a few times. He had just never made it a regular habit. Yet…the feel of someone else’s hand on his own turgid flesh was almost mind-blowing to him.

The crimson-eyed spider smiled against the dog’s neck because he felt the trembling of the dog’s strained body. The more he touched the boy, the more certain that he was indeed a virgin. This fact greatly pleased his inner youkai and only made him more eager to claim him. But not yet. Not yet…

“Don’t hold back your moans, Sesshoumaru. I want to hear you. If you try to keep it quiet, I won’t know what you like or don’t like. Just let go…let yourself go, if only for this moment…”

Naraku tightened his hand around the length of Sesshoumaru and smirked when the boy thrust his hips against his hand. “Yes, that’s it. Don’t hold back.” The kumo encouraged while he spread butterfly kisses all over the damp, yet delicious skin of the boy’s neck. He used his thumb to tease the slit of the inu’s engorged penis. The spider demon was rewarded by a loud moan released by the dog demon who rolled his hips almost shamelessly.

Without a second thought, the kumo swiped off some of the precum from Sesshoumaru’s leaking shaft with his index finger. Naraku made sure that the inu was watching him before he brought said finger to his lips and licked it off rather suggestively. He chuckled when he saw the boy’s blush deepen and his golden eyes widen in surprise.

He decided to stop torturing the poor boy and get down to business. Without further delay, he experimented with tightening his hand and pumping. He used his other hand to fondle and squeeze the boy’s testicles mercilessly. It didn’t take him very long to figure out exactly what rocked Sesshoumaru’s world.

Sesshoumaru felt the intense need to just shut his eyes tight and buck his hips until it was done, but his need to watch the older man was far greater. He just couldn’t take his eyes off the gorgeous dark-haired man.

Naraku delighted in wrenching the most sensuous and erotic moans from the inu. He could tell that Sesshoumaru wasn’t fully uninhibiting himself, but he was making good progress, anyway.

It didn’t take long before the writhing boy ejaculated into the kumo’s hand with a muffled cry. Blood dribbled down from where Sesshoumaru had bitten his lower lip. Naraku didn’t hesitate to clean the younger man’s face of the trickle of blood. It was rich and sweet and made him feel even headier than he already was. He looked at his hands and was almost shocked at the amount of copious clear fluid.

“Watch me, sexy…” Naraku purred and as soon as the inu youkai opened his eyes and looked at him, the kumo slowly, but eagerly cleaned his hands of the bitter-sweet fluid that oddly tasted like honey to the spider. No one had ever tasted this good before and he had a feeling he would be addicted to it. He smirked in self-satisfaction when Sesshoumaru shuddered, but it wasn’t entirely from disgust. The boy would learn to like it.

Sesshoumaru was still experiencing the aftermath of his orgasm and he felt incredibly sluggish to the point that he didn’t want to ever move again. His body felt like jello and he would have slid down to the ground if not for the steady arms that held him. He desperately hoped that he didn’t have a stupid smile on his face.

When he saw his boss lick up his essence as if it were the sweetest cream, the rational part of him was a little repulsed, but to his surprise, he was mostly turned on by it.
Naraku swept him into a powerful embrace and kissed him hard, yet passionately.

Sesshoumaru almost protested since he wasn’t keen on teasing his own seed, but he was too relaxed to even care. Naraku combed his fingers through the inu youkai’s silken silver tresses affectionately. He stared at the boy with a warm expression on his face and his free hand stroked the side of the inu’s soft face. “How did you like that, pet?”

Instead of answering the older man, he hesitantly with the uncertainty of a virgin, reached down to take care of the Naraku’s present erection, but a strong hand stopped him. He looked at the kumo with confusion evident on his lovely face. “But...don’t you want me to?”

“Ah, do not worry about that. You may help me with that…another day…when the time is right. I am solely concerned about your pleasure for now, but I am touched at your concern.” Naraku replied, his expression bright and amused. He carefully pulled the youth’s boxers and pants up, zipped him, and buckled the belt.

“I do not understand…” Sesshoumaru spoke, confusion evident in his quiet voice.
The red-eyed kumo kissed him lightly on the lips and stroked his face once before he turned away. “I want to have lunch with you, puppy. I’m sure you are very ravenous now. You go refresh yourself and when you’re ready, meet me in the garage.”

Sesshoumaru gawked as the spider demon unlocked the closet door and briskly walked out. In truth, he was disappointed that he didn’t get to see and take care of Naraku’s erection. He wondered what the kumo tasted like. That thought alone stunned him and he was tempted to slap himself silly.

At the moment, all that he knew was that his day was getting more interesting by the minute…


TBC…


Author’s Comment(s): Well, that was rather limeish, eh? And I tried to get it a bit longer, too. ^^() I hope you enjoyed that. I’ll try to update again by Saturday or Sunday. No promises though since I’m starting my new job on Thursday. But, as always, reviews help us writers, you know.