Tale of the Twins

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Chapter Eight
“The Talk”

Naraku woke up moaning, his world gone white. He gasped and sagged, looking around, for the source of this. His foggy mind, at first, couldn’t figure anything out. He had never been much of a morning person, but this was an excellent way to wake up.
Sesshoumaru wiped his lips. The damn dog would never leave him alone, would he? He looked toward the paper door leading outside, trying to decipher the time. It had to be exceptionally early.
However, the time of the day didn’t matter to the youkai lord. Sesshoumaru pulled himself up and sort of halfway let himself fall onto Naraku’s hard-muscled chest. He kissed him. Naraku could taste himself on his lips, not sure if he liked or disliked it.
Sesshoumaru happened to love doing whatever he could to pleasure Naraku. He liked to please. It was fairly easy to figure out why, and it didn’t stem from intercourse. It was that he had never received any gratification when he was younger, so was seeking it out now. It was fairly normal. Sesshoumaru took a special delight in ensuring that the spider hanyou was sexually satisfied. As a consequence, he liked sucking him off. Outside of the bedroom, though, he was still his jackass self.
Naraku should probably return the favor, but at the same time, he had absolutely no desire to move. Still, he could feel the beautiful dog’s erection against him, and it hardly seemed fair. He forced his arm to move. It was sort of an effort at this hour. He felt like he was being weighted down—as if he had blocks of lead attached to his limbs. Regardless, he managed to wake up a bit and curl his fingers around Sesshoumaru.
He pulled away from the kiss, tugging on him a bit, playfully. “Come up here.” He ran his tongue along Sesshoumaru’s neck suggestively, so his lover got the idea. He took to it immediately and rearranged himself. Naraku pulled him into his mouth, teasing him a bit first and then massaged his erection with his tongue. Sesshoumaru moaned softly, his fingers curling into Naraku’s tangled hair. Right as Sesshoumaru was about to reach climax, he stopped, denying him that. He wanted to fuck him now.
No better way to start the day, after all.
He lifted Sesshoumaru off of him, laying him down gently on his back, head on the wrong side of the futon. At this hour, it would be best to be as quiet as was possible, for the sake of others.
When he decided that Sesshoumaru was physically ready for it, he pushed inside of him. He was still a bit groggy though, and growing drunk with pleasure. If Sesshoumaru decided that his performance wasn’t up to par, then the youkai would take over. Apparently, he wasn’t, because Sesshoumaru twisted a bit, and sat up, pushing down on Naraku’s shaft, rearranging his legs so that he could do everything.
“You’re never quite the same in the morning,” he said regretfully. He kissed him.
The two were so utterly consumed in each other’s personal pleasure that they didn’t notice when the door opened, nor did they notice when their daughter stepped inside. Luckily, Sesshoumaru had a sheet around his hips, halfway falling down on his thigh. But it was still pretty obvious what it was they were doing—and the noises and facial expressions weren’t helping her fragile mental state.
Neither of them really noticed her. She stared at them as if in a trance—the way typical a child stares at anything that is beyond their understanding. She wanted to look away. She knew that she should. She knew that she should turn around—right now—and pretend that she never saw any of this.
However, she couldn’t. She couldn’t so much as look away. It was like someone was holding her in place, and she just couldn’t help but to look.
Finally, she caught her runaway voice. “Er…”
They didn’t hear her. She wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing, because she knew that she didn’t want them to see her, but she just had to look, and she just couldn’t move away.
It was Naraku who noticed first, when his eyes snapped open from sheer pleasure. His near-orgasm was halted instantly, the moan frozen. Sesshoumaru paused, frowning. He sniffed the air and froze, eyes widening. None of the room’s current occupants moved. Shuarra Meitsuki didn’t know what to do. All she could do was stand there, frozen, feeling embarrassed, awkward, and like everything was totally wrong—which it was.
Sesshoumaru and Naraku felt similar emotions, but no one really knew what to do. While the obvious thing to do might be for Sesshoumaru to get off of Naraku (who was quickly losing his hard-on), he was afraid to move, as they had kicked off most of the blankets, and all that was left was the sheet. Finally, Sesshoumaru’s frozen brain began to thaw and he grabbed the sheet, pulling it up over his shoulders, wrapping it around Naraku. He sat up a little and then moved beside Naraku—painfully aware of the sounds it made--his back to his daughter, as he was still a little afraid of turning around and looking at her.
Neither of the parents knew what to do, or especially what to say. They were just afraid of when Shuarra Meitsuki would say something—
“What were you doing?” she asked, innocently.
She was greeted with a sort of dead silence that hung in the air like a hangman. Naraku and Sesshoumaru glanced at each other, each of them hoping that the other would take up the daunting task of explanation. However, Naraku could only manage to say “er.”
Sesshoumaru didn’t know what to do. He desperately wished that he did, but his upbringing had not prepared him for this, and his mind went completely blank at times like this. Naraku wasn’t much better off, but Naraku was also facing her, so it might be more difficult to conjure words. So, Sesshoumaru took up the mantle of responsibility—but Naraku would owe him for this--and this time, not in sexual favors. Sex was the last thing he wanted right now. “Shuarra Meitsuki.”
“Hm?” she wondered quizzically.
“Go get Rin.” It was all he could think to do. Rin would at least know how to explain it. She immediately ran off to fetch her adopted sister, closing the door mostly shut behind her. Naraku and Sesshoumaru practically leaped out of the bed, hurrying to dress in whatever was convenient—meaning that they didn’t match at all and Sesshoumaru had on Naraku’s haori, which looked mildly ridiculous—not to mention that it was too big. Naraku pushed open the screen that led to the garden, letting the place air out a bit. Sesshoumaru took a couple incense, then stopped to listen for the tell-tale signs of Shuarra and Rin. He didn’t hear it, though, so he knew that they still had time. He lit the incense and paraded with them about the room—being particular about the futon. He stuck the two sticks in a burner and stared out at the rising sun. He didn’t know what to do.
There was a knock at the door. Naraku told Rin to come in, but for Shuarra Meitsuki to stay outside. Both of them obeyed and Rin walked over to them, looking disturbed.
“Shuarra-kun says that she… um…”
Rin had obviously pieced together what had happened. Sesshoumaru made a point of avoiding all eye contact and assured that his hair was making an effective veil to hide the color in his cheeks. The haori was slipping off one of his shoulders. He immediately pulled it back up, keeping his hand in place, lest it should fall again. He had marks all over that shoulder, and it would be best to cover it up.
Rin had never, ever wished to know what Shuarra had told her. Of course, she knew that her two adopted parents fucked pretty much every night. She also knew that Sesshoumaru was a man now. Unfortunately, now she knew the one piece of information she never, ever, ever wanted to know. She had done her utmost to never think about it, to never even consider it. In fact, if her thoughts ever strayed in that direction, she immediately thought of something else.
Except that now she knew which one of them was uke and which was seme.
Not something that the daughter needs, nor especially wants, to know. She wasn’t sure if she would ever be able to look at either of them the same way ever again. Images played in the back of her mind that she refused to dwell on. Maybe Iria could brew something for mental stress.
She desperately wanted to leave. She imagined that Sesshoumaru and Naraku felt much the same way. After all, it was—
Don’t think about it! Rin warned herself.
“Could you… explain this to her?” Sesshoumaru asked, very, very quietly. Rin had to strain to hear it.
“You want me to explain it to her?” she asked, just to confirm that she had heard correctly. She wondered how Sesshoumaru could walk after—No! Don’t think about it!
Sesshoumaru nodded once. “Yes.”
Well, considering that they did this every night, it was really amazing that Sesshoumaru even wanted to move--Stop! “Okay. I will…” She was in a hurry to leave. The second she did, she was accosted with questions from Shuarra Meitsuki, and Rin wasn't so sure which was worse--the uncomfortable silence, or the even more uncomfortable questions that she didn't want to answer.
“What were they doing? Why did they want to talk to you? What did you talk about?”
They were fucking. They wanted me to explain it. We talked about explaining how Naraku—Stop! Don’t think about it! Rin didn’t know exactly what to say, so she put off the questions until they were both seated in the kitchen. Iria was brewing a special tea for Rin (Rin had explained what had happened in hushed tones). Iria had stopped her when she no longer wished to hear the details and went right to grinding herbs and roots. Iria had asked that she not be there when they have that conversation. So, to keep Shuarra quiet, she gave her a small bowl of rice to keep her mouth full of food instead of spewing out questions.
Iria handed Rin a cup of tea and immediately excused herself. Rin took a long, steady sip and set the tea down on the table. She took a deep breath. Where to begin? “Sesshy-kun and Nara-chan are together,” she began slowly.
Shuarra nodded. She had had this explained to her at least. “Sesshy-kun used to be a girl, right? And she was our mom? But now she’s a boy.”
Rin nodded. “Right.” She took another sip of tea to calm her nerves. Why had she agreed to this? Then again, Sesshoumaru and Naraku would be utterly useless for this. It might as well be her. If not her, the duty would pass either to Iria, one of the servants, or Jaken—which would be a disaster. It would be best if it were her.
“Rin-chan, what were they doing?”
Rin took another sip of the tea, beginning to feel the soothing medicinal affects. “Well… When two adult people care about each other… A lot… Very much…” Oh, how could she explain this? They weren’t a stereotypical couple, so she couldn’t say “boy and girl.” How could she just say this? “And, you know… They cuddle and kiss… and live together… And sleep together…” Don’t think about it.
Shuarra Meitsuki was confused. “But…”
“Not related to each other, normally,” Rin added, just to be sure that she was clear. “Well…” Oh, what could she possibly say? She looked upwards, as if beseeching divine help from Kama. She sure as hell needed it. She looked back at her adopted sister. “Sometimes, they get married.”
“What’s that?”
Oh, that’s right. Shuarra Meitsuki wouldn’t know. However, this offered a diversion. “It’s when two people—normally a boy and a girl—make a formal promise to be faithful, honest, and love each other in front of an audience.” That was as simple as it got.
“But Sesshy-kun and Father are both boys.” She was still confused.
“Well, yes, but they aren’t married…” Her voice wandered off a bit. She hauled it back. She still needed it. Rin took another sip of tea, sending a silent prayer up to Buddha for deliverance. She emptied the teacup and poured some more tea in. She was stalling and she knew it. “Do you want some more rice?”
“No. Shuarra wants to know what Father and Sesshy-kun were doing.”
Oh, Kama… “Well, when adults love each other—differently than a family love or a friendship love—they do things to express their love… physically. But only adults do that. Not children—ever.”
“But, oneechan! You’re an adult! Do you do that?”
Rin’s eyes widened. “No. I don’t.”
Shuarra Meitsuki was confused once more. “But… You said that…” Then understanding flooded over her. “Oh, is it because you’re not in love with anyone?”
Rin nodded, glad that this was cleared up in such a simple manner. Kama, she never would have thought of that. Praise be to Shuarra Meitsuki’s simple, childish mind. She took another sip of tea. “Yes.”
“Oh, I understand!” she said, though she probably did not. “So, when Father and Sesshy-kun do that, then they are just in love with each other, and… Um, why do they do that?”
This was growing a bit easier now. The lies were coming much faster and with more grace. “Because it feels good—but only if you’re old enough and love each other,” she added as an afterthought. She took yet another sip of tea.
“So… If Rin were to do that and not be in love, it wouldn’t feel good?”
Rin sort of flinched, but decided to lie. “Yes.”
Shuarra Meitsuki nodded. “All right. I understand!”
Rin seriously doubted that, but at least she had grasped the concept and was no longer horrified and transfixed. “But, Mei-kun, you should knock from now on, ne?”
The girl nodded. “I will, oneechan.”
Rin sighed in relief, taking another calming sip of tea.

Author's Note: I called a friend and asked her advice. She said: "Have [Rin] say: They were playing golf and [Naraku] got a hole in one." She just wanted me to include that. I said no, obviously, but she wanted credit for the above conversation.