Ini-Herit

“Ini-Herit”

By: God of Insanity

Chapter Warning(s): Humor, Limish/Lemonish(I think it’s a lime, but lets have YOU be the judge…) Scene, BJ, Subby Sesshy, Dommy Naraku…

A/N: I’ve had a VERY tough week. I’ve had two papers due, an art wire sculpture project due(which took me around 30 hours or more to make), my allergies attacked me rather horribly(they’re better now, thank god), AND I started a new job last Thursday (which had my thighs rather sore to the point that they walked like jello and would lurch forward on their on accord…but they are no longer sore now, yay!).

MY Schedule: I go to school 4 days a week and work 3 times a week. It’s an hour drive to school and it’s about a half hour drive to work. MondaysWednesdays I am at the school from 9:30AM-7PM; TuesdayThursdays I go to school from 9:30AM-10:50AM, then I go to work around 3PM-till usually around 12 AM. I also work on Friday. As you can see, I have a rather busy schedule, yet I still try to update as often as I can.

Fun Fact: Did you know that the original title for chapter 6 was “Lunch Date?” I had originally intended to have chapter 6 focus on our two favorite bishis going out to lunch, but my pervy muse demanded closet fun. I think it was lime, at least. *shrugs* And I doubt any of you minded the change I did. And I swear I ONLY intended for them to go to lunch and talk…but THIS is what came from my mind! I swear my muse is so pervy…


Chapter 7: “Repressed Desire”


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So, if you don’t read them and complain about something that is explained in the notes that you failed to read, then do not complain about it at all. I am more interested in hearing about your thoughts on the story, if you’ve noticed anything I’ve woven into the story, and/or about how I write, errors, and such. THAT is what all writers seek.

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Anywhos, now back to the story!

The rain pattered onto the dark car as it drove smoothly through the onslaught of heavy rain. The car wasn’t speeding, yet it wasn’t exactly driving slowly through the wet weather. The vehicle never skidded on the road and it made quick, smooth turns that only an expert driver could make in such horrid weather. The car wasn’t exactly cheap, but it wasn’t some overpriced piece of junk, either. It was a reliable imported car that had great gas mileage and was also a very safe ride, as well.

The light-haired passenger actually felt the safest he had ever felt in moving vehicles. Now, he always felt stiff and tense whenever he was in a car or anything moving, period. It wasn’t fear that gripped him; rather, it was his lack of trust for these metal hunks of junk killers. They were the very reason why he became an orphan.

So many people lost their lives to those pollutant murderers on wheels.

He didn’t even allow Rin to take the bus to school anymore.

Fortunately for them both, school was only a few blocks away. He would walk her to school every day and then he would walk to work. The walk to work was usually about an hour, depending on how slow or fast he walked. Not only did he save money from possible travel expenses, he also was able to exercise his body.

In all reality, a lot of people either walked or rode bicycles to work. Gas was expensive and not everyone could afford a car, either.

The young demon rigidly sat in the leather seat with unfocused eyes. He tried to appear as if the car ride wasn’t affecting him in the slightest and he tried not to think about his dead parents. He closed his eyes and mentally prepared himself. Now wasn’t the time to act like an angst-ridden little girl, especially in front of his lecherous, yet sexy boss.

He couldn’t stop the despairing emotions from overtaking him and from reminding him why he woke up every morning feeling wrenchingly hollow and alone. He couldn’t stop his chest from constricting tightly like animal hide stretched too tautly over a drum. But he could stop the tears. He could push back his tears and pretend like it was not okay for him to cry.

He had to be the cold and aloof Sesshoumaru. The iron demon that felt nothing at all. The indifferent inu that everyone thought truly existed. But nobody knew the real Sesshoumaru, save for Rin. He was not truly cold or uncaring. He didn’t feel the need to speak unless he had something to say. He was quiet and usually kept to himself, but that was because he was the type of person that needed solitary solace from time to time.

Despite his nearly anti-social behavior, he had been a confident and slightly arrogant child. That all changed when he lost his parents. He wasn’t very confident in himself anymore and most of the time he just hoped that he was doing everything right or as close to right as he could.

Yet now…he was presently sitting next to a strange man in an unfamiliar car. He didn’t even know this man, hell, they were barely even acquaintances. Yet…this man had seen and touched more of him than anyone else had in Sesshoumaru’s nineteen years of life.

That is what really stumped him. Why did he let this kumo degrade him in such disgraceful and dishonorable ways? Why was he willingly submitting to nearly everything that this man dished out?

This was so unlike him and it put numerous little dents into his title as the iron inu youkai.

All throughout his life he prided himself on his academic achievements and his restraint from adolescent stupidity. Yes, he never went to a party. Yes, he never experimented with drugs or alcohol. Yes, he never had sex or even made out with another boy or girl. And yes, he never had any real intimate relationships besides his parents and sister.

Doubt filled his turbulent mind dangerously to the brim and once again he found himself wondering exactly what the hell he was doing. He didn’t know what he was getting himself into and he knew that delving into the unknown meant that the outcome could not be predicted.

For all he knew, the older demon could be a serial/rapist killer.

He sat more stiffly in the comfy car seat (if that were even possible) and he restrained himself from even so much as glancing at the almost ridiculously attractive kumo sitting beside him. He wasn’t about to back out of his word. He would still go on these…dates. Yet he resolved himself to not allow any further sexual contact of any sort.

With a small self-assured nod of his head, Sesshoumaru physically consented to his own mental agreement.

It was not too late to remain as the iron inu youkai that everyone thought he was.

If only Sesshoumaru knew that pride was one of the surest ways to an imminent downfall. If only he knew that isolating himself from the world like some kind of apathetic porcelain doll was forfeiting life itself.

Sometimes to truly live, one has to fall away from one’s self.


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Sesshoumaru nearly jumped in his seat when a hand causally laid itself very innocently on the top of his left thigh. It didn’t wander from its spot, but it did caress his thigh as if to comfort the rather tense thigh that belonged to an equally tense and impervious inu. “Relax, Sesshoumaru.”

Said inu looked at Naraku as if the kumo had just asked him to call him daddy.

“Relax? I am relaxed.” Sesshoumaru retorted stubbornly, one of his thin, yet dark eyebrows arched incredulously.

Naraku smirked and glanced at the tensing arms crossed tightly over the boy’s perfectly sculpted chest. The kid had some muscle on him, yet he was still lean enough to be considered slender. Too much muscle was grisly to him, yet a skinny male distinctly, if not disturbingly reminded him of girly pubescent boys, or even worse, women.

The kumo shuddered at that thought. He was very glad that his intern was none of the above.

“Oh? On the contrary, you make the hardest erect cock envious.”
Sesshoumaru’s mouth gaped open and he stared at the kumo with widened, clearly shocked eyes. He was simply baffled and didn’t know how to respond right away.

Instead of a verbal comeback, the inu opted for a silent glare directed at a very amused and apparently fearless kumo.

“Sheesh…you can’t even take compliments…oh, wait, that wasn’t a compliment, ha ha!” Naraku snickered and glanced from the corner of his eyes at the aggravated silver-haired bishounen. He laughed harder when the inu shoved his hand away from his thigh.
After Naraku’s raucous laughter died down, several long minutes of silence ensued.

The inu had obviously chosen to give the wine-eyed kumo the silent treatment.

The clever kumo wasn’t about to let the headstrong brat win, though. With a smirk, he slowed the car down and threw the silver-haired man a very suggestive look. “If you continue pretending to be a mute bitch, I’m going to pull over and mount you.”
Both bewildered and enraged, Sesshoumaru nearly growled, “What exactly do you mean by ‘mount’ me? If it’s what I think it is, you’d better damn well not even dare!”

“Well, you see, when a man loves another man, they both get naked and he bends him over—“

“—That’s NOT love!” Sesshoumaru interrupted, his amber eyes both furious and repulsed.

The dark-haired spider grinned slyly and replied in a smooth tone, “Oh? And what would you know about love? Please, enlighten me, my pet. What is love?”

Sesshoumaru opened his mouth, but thought better of it and closed it again. He bit and gnawed his bottom lip while he tried to come up with a logical answer. He was stunned when he came to the revelation that he didn’t know what love truly was. Of course, he wasn’t about to admit that to anyone, especially to that dreadful spider demon.

“Well?” Naraku pushed and looked all the ever like the smug bastard that he undoubtedly was.

“It’s not that!”

“Be more specific. What is not that?”

“Love is not like that! What you were trying to explain before was lust, not love.” The inu almost frantically countered with his best poker face on.

“Ah, but you are half-true, my pet! Who says that you cannot lust for the one that you love?” Naraku replied with such ease and confidence as if he knew all there was to know in the world.

Sesshoumaru mentally damned the kumo a bazillion times, but chose not to respond at all. He honestly didn’t know what to say to that and he wanted to avoid further indiscretion. He hated anyone that could raise his hackles in such a brazen and effective way. InuYasha had been one of the very few who could get him to lose his temper and to strike indignantly with physical force. Unfortunately, Naraku wasn’t brash and significantly stupid like InuYasha. Where the hanyou was very tactless and dim-witted, the kumo was very sly and intelligent.

Silence ensued once again and it annoyed the kumo. Without any warning, he swiftly swerved the car to the side of the road and turned the ignition off. The spider unbuckled his seat belt and then the inu’s. He grabbed the dog demon and nearly flung the boy onto the back seat like a rag doll.

Before the dazed inu could sit up, the kumo was on him in a heart beat. Sesshoumaru struggled and bucked under the larger man with the every intention to get away from him. He was angry, dammit, and he would fight him if he had to.

Naraku used the weight and strength of his body to pin the younger demon down. He quickly restrained those deadly claws above the pretty boy’s head and he smirked down at the enraged inu youkai beneath him. Those glowering amber eyes obviously dilated with the strong emotion that was known as anger. It made the boy appear more alive and less like a pretty little doll.

The inu still writhed like hell under him, desperately trying to buck him off or even free one of his restrained arms. He was still taken aback by how strong this bastard really was. While he struggled, growled, and panted like a trapped beast, the kumo didn’t even break into a sweat. And what shocked him even more was, despite his obvious rage, he was strangely turned on by this supposed unwanted occurrence. He didn’t know why, but he assumed that it might be because of his instincts. Perhaps his inner youkai was attracted to such a dominant show of finesse and strength. But that couldn’t be, could it…?

“What’s the matter, my pet? Why aren’t we struggling anymore?” Naraku crooned, his smirking mouth hovered over Sesshoumaru’s tightly shut lips.

“Get. Off. Me. Now.” Sesshoumaru growled and placed special emphasis on each word. He bared his lengthy canines as if in silent warning. His golden irises transformed into a turquoise hue and the whites of his eyes bled red.

Naraku watched in utter fascination at the sudden, very primal change in Sesshoumaru. He was not afraid or discouraged by this very enticing act of inu youkai instinct that was meant to be threatening. In fact, it only served to spur him on even more.

What he didn’t expect, though, was the primal Sesshoumaru to quickly and expertly reverse their positions. The kumo was indeed baffled by this, but he was pleased to feel a hardening erection pressed against his own. He didn’t even try to struggle for he wanted to see exactly how far the boy would go with this. He could always intervene if the kid got too frisky.

The inu youkai growled deeply from his throat and tore open the offending piece of barrier known as Naraku’s white dress shirt. He didn’t hesitate to taste the exquisite flesh of the hard muscled body beneath him with his moist, hot tongue. His pink tongue traveled to a nipple and licked it very cat-like. The kumo would have laughed if that action hadn’t of made him suck in his breath and slightly arch his back.

He lapped and suckled at the nipple as he simultaneously pinched and pulled at the other nipple to hardness with one of his hands. His fangs came into play every now and then as to not so gently nip at the sensitive flesh. He purred in contentment at the gasps and moans that he wrenched from the one that was underneath him. He wanted to taste more of this dominant demon. His instincts demanded that he please his seme the way that he had been previously catered to.

The seemingly possessed inu youkai placed his mouth at Naraku’s neck and licked him twice before he nuzzled him affectionately under his chin as if silently asking permission for something. He waited until the kumo absently nodded before his hands removed the kumo’s belt and mercilessly ripped apart Naraku’s dress slacks, as well.

Sesshoumaru sat back on his haunches and regarded Naraku’s tented silk crimson boxers with lust-glazed eyes. Anticipation and excitement rose within his very core, and without further hesitation, he ripped those boxers to shreds. If he had been himself right then, his eyes would have bulged at the size and length of Naraku’s impressive cock. But since his inner youkai controlled him, he deeply appreciated what he saw and it made him all the more eager.

Naraku propped his upper body up with his elbows and watched the inu with hooded eyes. It was terribly exotic to him and he wasn’t about to shut his eyes from such a stunning sight.

The silver-haired demon gingerly anchored each clawed hand on each hip and he leaned down. He buried his nose into the curly dark hairs that populated most of the kumo’s groin area. He inhaled the distinctly spicy aroma of Naraku’s unique musk. This was his seme’s scent and he liked it.

He didn’t linger there long, for he licked along the length of the kumo’s cock as if it were his favorite treat. He heard his dark seme moan, which pleased him about as much as the kumo’s taste. It tasted like his skin, but different…better, even. The inu would say that it tasted like he smelled, if that were even possible.

The inu youkai licked the spider’s erection several more times in different places. He alternated between how he licked and where he licked. He also kept a firm hold on the kumo’s pale hips to cease any unnecessary movement. He could tell by the gritted moans and the restless movement of his seme that he was getting impatient. Sesshoumaru decided to tease him more, so he slowly traced the purpled head of Naraku’s cock with his devious tongue.

“You…are such a…little cocktease, you know that? You should only be allowed to be sprawled on your back and tied up. I think I’ll have to do just that…” Naraku growled, his voice husky and his breathing slightly uneven.

As if to make the kumo forget his promise, the inu took a firm, yet gentle hold of Naraku’s erection and engulfed it with his nearly searing mouth. He held the base of his cock with one hand while he slowly swallowed inch by inch of the kumo. Without previous personal experience, it was only mere instinct that guided him. He had to take his time, but he was able to deep throat most of his seme’s arousal.

“Damn…tease!” The spider demon muttered, yet he was not exactly complaining. He arched his back and desperately wanted to thrust into that hot mouth, but he was hindered by those devilish hands that efficiently held him down.

Sesshoumaru removed his mouth from Naraku’s cock with what sounded like a wet pop. The inu youkai, whose lips were wet and red, started directly into the half-lidded eyes of his seme and invoked a staring contest. Naraku stared back and his own instincts demanded from him to not back down. It didn’t last long until Sesshoumaru averted his eyes.

The dog demon pulled the kumo down with him when he rolled backwards onto his back. The comfortable weight of his seme’s naked body against his own clothed form made him purr deep within his chest in contentment. Sesshoumaru felt scorching lips kiss and bite at his neck, which was a part of his erogenous zone. The inu moaned freely and exposed more of his neck while arching his back at the same time.

Sesshoumaru insistently rubbed his round, taut ass against Naraku’s leaking cock, which was a uke’s way of asking to be taken. His mind was very hazy and his body felt too hot in his clothes. His thoughts were too jumbled and all that he knew was what he wanted. The inu started to pant as his need grew more and more. He was relieved when he felt hands divesting his body of his burdensome clothing. But they were not fast enough so he helped those clawless hands tear open his shirt and rip his pants off.

“Beautiful…you’re so damn beautiful…” Sesshoumaru heard those words whispered huskily into his pointed ear, but they failed to register in his mind as soon as naked skin was pressed against his own. It felt delicious and intense like nothing he had ever felt before. The dog demon felt his mouth being fervently claimed and he allowed the kumo entrance without any indecision. There was such luscious friction as they ground their arousals together and moaned into each other’s mouths.

With something that sounded suspiciously like a mew, the inu instinctively splayed his legs apart. He offered himself in the most submissive way that he could so that he could receive what he wanted from his seme.

Naraku adjusted his position so that he had one of Sesshoumaru’s long legs wrapped around his waist and he bent the other leg forward at the knee so that it touched the inu’s sweat-slickened chest. To tease his uke, the kumo rubbed his seeping shaft against the inu’s untouched entrance in a mock display of what would soon occur. He felt the inu writhe beneath him and he heard Sesshoumaru whimper wantonly like a bitch in heat.

The whites of the kumo’s eyes were tinged red and he battled inwardly with his inner youkai. “Mine…” He growled possessively against the dog’s lovely neck while his free hand roamed the inu’s body as if he could claim him by mere touch alone.

Naraku’s inner youkai wanted to mate now; it wanted Sesshoumaru.

TBC…

HA HA HA I AM SO EVIL!

I would like to thank all my reviewers. Reviews actually help spur us writers to write more, you know. I'm being truthful. Every time I read a review, I get this PopEye spinach strength to WRITE!!!

Anywhos, here's a couple personal replies to my reviewers:

Dragon- I just wanted to personally thank you for being not only the first reviewer, but a frequent one at that. >|)

WeIrDpErSoN- Ah, yes, but this is an Alternate Universe story. I can make him into whatever I wish. Despite that, I still try to stick as close to his personality as possible. And about the length of the chapters...well...I believe I kind of explained about that in one of my previous author's notes. I think I said that my chapters aren't super long because when I feel the chapter is done, I end it. I try to listen to what my inner writer/muse says and when it says the chapter is done, it is done. I do TRY to make them longer. Some of my chapters are shorter than others. Blame the muse! And plus, I usually update at least 2-3 times a week despite the fact that I am in college and have a job. I made a promise to update at least once a week. Other writers don't do that and even if they write long chapters, they usually only update like twice a month or less. Which sounds better? *pokes* I do appreciate the review and I hope you do review more(hopefully about the actual story and my writing ability rather than about tedious things...) but don't get me wrong, I really do appreciate your view and I'm NOT being sarcastic at all. ^^' So thanks again and I hope you stick around for this fic because I have a good feeling about it and I enjoy writing it!