Ini-Herit

“Ini-Herit”

By: God of Insanity

Chapter Warning(s): Humor

A/N: Just so everyone knows, this story is a long one and I guesstimate that it’ll probably be about 30 chapters or so. It really depends. I’m annoyed because I wanted to update about 3-4 times over spring break, but my job and work at home have gotten in the way. But ah well. I should be able to update again by this Wednesday, so do look forward to that. And I want to update again by Saturday or Sunday. So, there should be two more updates really soon.


Chapter 8: “Lost Instinct”


Naraku’s fingers danced across silky smooth pale skin as if he were a child that longed for something that he couldn’t have. His breathing was still irregular and the red tint that stained the whites of his eyes faded back to normal. With all the self-control that he could possibly muster, the kumo pulled reluctantly away. He also averted his eyes from the erotic sight of the inu laid out before him ripe for the taking.

Had it been many years before, Naraku would not have had the will power to stop himself. He also would not have cared if the inu was ready for sex or not. But he was older now and he knew better.

To say he was completely baffled would be an understatement. Despite his mild confusion, he had a few theories on what had just occurred. The kumo would wait until his seemingly possessed intern calmed down before he offered any possible explanations to the boy.

Said intern slowly sat up on his haunches and glared at his seme. He felt utterly rejected and it severely pissed him off. His uke self told him to beg and appease the seme, but he didn’t listen. His submissive state quickly faded away to be replaced by something more assertive. His desire waned, ebbing away as his rage rapidly took over him like a lit stick of dynamite.

Naraku didn’t fail to notice the abrupt change in the feral Sesshoumaru. He easily recognized the rampant, often destructive emotion that was well known to him. It would turn murderous if he didn’t bring peace to the wrathful demon. He silently and patiently waited for the enraged inu to attack him. He would definitely be ready for the angry dog demon.

As soon as Sesshoumaru lunged at him, Naraku braced himself and caught the inu by the wrists before he could wildly claw at him. Sesshoumaru struggled, thrashed, and snarled like a wolf caught by it’s enemy. He growled ferally and bared his impressive pearly white fangs. The kumo narrowly missed having his face shredded by Sesshoumaru’s elongated canines.

Several long minutes passed and the inu youkai still desperately struggled to get free from the strong, confining arms of the kumo. All he knew was that he had to get free and physically show his displeasure at being teased and then rejected by his seme.If the bastard seme wasn’t going to mate him, then why did he start it in the first place?

Naraku grimaced as a few of his superficial wounds healed themselves despite the physical strain on his body from restraining the dog. He had managed to avoid any serious damage, but it was impossible to avoid injury by the wild inu youkai. He had to admit that Sesshoumaru was one hell of a fighter, though.

A sudden idea hit Naraku’s mind like a ton of loose bricks. Sesshoumaru was a dog demon, which was the descendant of the wolf demon. Since he was in such a primal state...perhaps the best way to calm him down would be to react as the alpha. The kumo would have to flaunt his dominance in some way to force the inu to refrain from attacking him any further. But how?

Sesshoumaru’s snapping teeth gave the spider the answer to his silent question.

The kumo took a deep breath and then suddenly slammed Sesshoumaru flat on his back on the leather car seat. Before the inu could retaliate, let alone even blink, Naraku was over him and pinned his arms above his head. The kumo quickly knelt over him to establish who was lower and who was higher in a similar way that an alpha wolf would.

Sesshoumaru howled and thrashed underneath him until he felt Naraku’s fangs firmly pressed against the jugular of his neck. The pressure of his teeth wasn’t hard enough to break the skin, but it was hard enough to imply what he would do if the inu continued to struggle. The seemingly rabid inu youkai immediately ceased all movement and laid quite still. He barely even allowed himself to breath.

Naraku was relieved that the dog demon had stopped fighting and was immobile now, but he still didn’t dare remove his teeth just yet. Sesshoumaru was still far from placidity.

Ever so carefully, he released both of Sesshoumaru’s pinned arms and waited to see what would happen. The inu’s arms didn’t move a muscle and neither did his motionless body. The boy was still very tense and he was near the point of fear. Funny...Sesshoumaru never struck Naraku as the type to be afraid of anything. But then again, even the kumo had his own fears...

Another idea crossed the kumo’s crafty mind and he decided to try that notion out, too. Cautiously, he slowly moved his left hand towards Sesshoumaru’s head until his fingers brushed through the silken hair. With slow languid strokes, he petted the inu as if he were his most beloved pet. He hoped that his actions would help relax him, or in the least put him a bit at ease.

It didn’t work right away, but within a few minutes of gently playing with the inu’s gorgeous sterling hair, Sesshoumaru began to visibly relax. The feel of those fingers gliding through his hair like the most gentle of combs made him purr like kitten. His body sagged a bit and eventually went limp, which implied his complete submission.

To show that he was pleased, Naraku released the inu’s neck, but before he did, he affectionately licked and nuzzled the reddened area a few times as if to apologize.

The kumo looked at the inu’s face to find that his eyes had returned back to their normal golden hue. He sighed in relief and sat cross-legged next to Sesshoumaru on the carseat. He glanced around and was grateful that he had tinted glass windows instead of the normal transparent windows that most cars had.

He could care less if any passing pedestrians walked by and just so happened to see him naked in his own car. It was the very thought of them seeing Sesshoumaru naked that bothered him for some reason. He never really had steady lovers and he never cared if his lovers had other lovers. Why should he care what they did, anyway?

Real relationships were rather tedious and pointless, in his honest opinion. He had never had a real intimate relationship with anyone besides the family type relationships. And even then, he was only close and open with his brother, Najja.

But Sesshoumaru...he was something else entirely.

He had only known the young man for a couple days and already he was extremely smitten and possessive of him. That very thought actually intimidated and frightened him.

He was afraid of the unknown. He was afraid of falling in love.

Yes, there was no denying that now.


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Sesshoumaru slowly eased himself up into a sitting position that helped conceal his privates from Naraku’s view. His face was blank and didn’t betray the emotions that raged inside of him. A whirlwind of mixed emotions threatened to consume him, but he bottled them up for the time being.

He had other concerns at the moment. One of them was his boss and the other was the location of his work clothes. He wasn’t sure which problem was more vexing.

The inu searched around for his clothes and found the torn garments in random places. He held them up to eye level and sighed inwardly. There was no way he would be able to wear these tattered clothes in public. So, instead, he just draped them over his lap for the moment.

“You know, as cute as that is, it is rather...pointless to try to hide yourself from me. I’ve seen it all already. And I must say...it is such a shame to see you all covered up in clothes...unless I get to take them off.” Naraku quietly commented with an underlying amused tone that implied that even though he was being serious, he was poking fun as well.

Sesshoumaru glared bloody daggers at his boss and imagined himself choking Naraku until he died or passed out. “It must be a shame then to know that this is the last time that you’ll see me naked..”

The crimson-eyed kumo pouted, but then a smirk adorned his dark, yet attractive features. “Ah, screwing with clothes on can be fun, too, I must admit...”

Sesshoumaru turned away without so much as a word, his backside faced the lecherous spider demon. Fortunately, his lengthy silver hair shielded most of his backside from view.

An explicit image of himself, still mostly clothed, was bent over a desk and being pounded into by Naraku, flashed into his mind. Horrified and yet intrigued by such a thought, he had turned away to avoid the kumo’s eyes as if Naraku could read thoughts by merely looking at his face.

Naraku scooted closer and rested his chin on one of Sesshoumaru’s shoulders. “Aw, don’t be that way, puppy. It was a joke. You know I’d rather feel your skin against mine...”

“Don’t...tease me.” The inu uttered quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. His head was tilted down dejectedly and his eyes were hidden by his disheveled bangs.

Powerful arms enveloped the inu from behind, which forced him to lean against a smooth, yet strong chest. “This is about earlier, right?”

When the raven-haired man didn’t receive any form of protest from the younger, slighter man, he took it as a confirmation to his question. With a sigh, he nuzzled the dog’s long neck in an attempt to show some proof of affection.

“Listen to me, Sesshoumaru...” Naraku began and continued once the boy turned his head to look back at him. “When I pinned you down, I wasn’t trying to start anything. And I’m not even certain about what came over you, or even me, but I promise you, I wasn’t teasing you. I wasn’t playing with you.”

“If that is true, then why did you stop?”

Naraku suddenly realized why the beautiful boy had been upset. “I didn’t stop myself because I didn’t want you. Oh, I wanted you, believe me. I wanted nothing more than to pound your brains out...”

“But...?”

One of Naraku’s hands absentmindedly stroked the inu’s naked right thigh as if to comfort him. “You were not yourself. Something had taken a hold of you...”

Sesshoumaru snorted. “Then why didn’t you stop me from acting like a wanton bitch?”

“Ah, I was curious. I wanted to see what you would do. Plus, it’s not every day that you see a demon lose control of himself. Although...if I didn’t know any better, I would say that was your inner demon that took control of your body...” Naraku replied, his hands straying to various parts of the inu youkai’s body.

“Inner demon?” The inu responded in an obviously distracted voice. Those damn hands were driving him nuts even though they stayed away from anything that could get erect.

Naraku nibbled on the tip of the inu’s pointy ear, which earned a shuddering gasp from the boy. “Yes, inner demon. It’s hard to explain, but just think of it as...another extension of yourself. You know how one part of you wants something, yet another part of you doesn’t want it? That’s kind of what it is. It’s your demon’s subconscious...your demonic instincts.. Even though we are demons, we repress our demon urges and instincts. How we act every day is closer to humans than demons. But...”

“But what?” Sesshoumaru inquired; his attention diverted by the kumo’s incessant wandering of the hands. The annoyed dog demon grabbed Naraku’s hands to stop them from touching him further.

“That’s just it. We are like humans. We are different from humans because of our appearance and our ability to live for hundreds, even thousands of years. But that’s about it.”

“What about this inner demon you mentioned?”

Once again, the spider used Sesshoumaru’s shoulder as a resting place for his chin. “We don’t have an inner demon or even our rightful instincts anymore. Our instincts faded away about four-hundred or five-hundred years ago. Our ability to transform into our demon form has been lost as well. Our instincts have been lost for centuries now...”

“Why? What caused this?” Sesshoumaru was intrigued; his parents had never explained any of this to him. School had also let him down, as well.

Naraku smiled, he was so taken by the inu’s captive innocence and naivety. “I do not know. No one really knows.”

“How do you know what happened is because of our instincts?”

“I don’t know for sure, my pet. I am just basing it off of all the clues, so far...”

Without warning, Sesshoumaru swiftly turned around which effectively whipped the kumo in the face in the process. He faced the spider demon with an eager look on his young face. He was too curious and too hungry for knowledge to feel abashed. “What clues?”

Naraku smiled at this despite the sharp pain in his face. “Well, for one...that demon you turned into earlier...is a very solid clue. I’ve never met nor heard of a demon that has undergone such a...primal change as that. And keep in mind that you were not being yourself..at all.”

Sesshoumaru nodded and replied, “And you...your eyes changed as well. Yet you seemed to be more in control over yourself than I was.”

“I must confess something...” Naraku stared up at the ceiling of the car before he fixed his blood-red gaze on the fey demon.

“Confess what?” The inu narrowed his eyes and warily watched the naked kumo.

“Ever since I met you, something has been in my head. It’s like having a second voice in your head other than your own thoughts. And... every time I am near you, or touch you, it tells me to claim you. It’s powerful...and several times, I admit...I almost succumbed to it. And before you say anything, just know that this has never happened to me before. Nothing like this has ever happened...until I met you.”

Sesshoumaru slightly bristled at what sounded like an accusation to him. “Are you blaming me for this?”

Naraku chuckled and tweaked the inu’s nose. “Partly. I would also say that it’s my fault as well. Our inner youkai are attracted to one another and maybe after hundreds of years...we are finally getting our instincts back. Maybe or maybe not. I don’t know for sure.”

The inu wrinkled his nose and leaned against the door of the car. An unreadable expression was etched into his elf-like features. “You stopped yourself. You were able to fight it. I could not.”

“Do not feel bad, my precious. You are young and inexperienced. You are about 19-years-old. I have been alive for about three-hundred years. If I was your age now, I’d probably be in the same state, if not worse. I didn’t even have half the self-control at that age that you have now. And this time, I am complimenting you.”

The inu youkai nodded, but he was still bewildered by this whole predicament. “What happens now?”

The kumo smiled and for some reason, that smiled warmed the pit of the icy demon.

“Now, I’m going to take you to my house and have my wicked way with you.” Naraku smiled again, but this time it wasn’t so innocent.

Sesshoumaru’s eyes seemed to be as large as dinner plates as he stared in disbelief at the very lewd and very naked Naraku.

“Blah, I was just kidding, kiddo.” The kumo patted Sesshoumaru on the top of his head as if he were a dumb little kid. “I’m going to drive you to my house. There’s no way in hell we’re going back to work, especially since thanks to your rather...ahem...eager actions, our clothes are not wearable. I’m sure I have some clothes that will fit you nicely...”

“Oh? You are actually going to lend me some clothes to wear? You are such a saint. You should be the Pope!” Sesshoumaru countered coolly, a smirk creeping on the corners of his lips.

“And you are so slutty and naughty. You should be a hooker! Or at least, a stripper...yes, a stripper! Since you’re such a little cocktease...”

The sound of someone getting punched was so loud that it echoed outside the car and a passerby actually stopped in mid stride and tried to peer through the dark glass. The pedestrian shrugged and walked away, his long mane of unruly silver hair whipping around roughly in the wind behind him.


TBC...


Evil is as evil does. Don’t worry, the next chapter should be updated on Wednesday.

As always, I give thanks to my lovely reviewers:

Dragon- I do it because I can. Ha ha! ^^ Everyone calls me crazy (and evil) so I must live up to my name, you know. *pokes* Don’t worry, eventually it’ll get hotter and heavier as time progresses. Thanks much for the review, btw! ^^

WeIrDpErSoN-Aha, you’re back! Don’t worry about it. I wasn’t offended or anything. I’m a weirdo, I like to explain and make sure people understand things. We’re all ignorant in some ways and I do try to open people’s eyes a bit more (including my own). I’m glad you see that my medium chapters updated 1-3 times a week is better than a long chapter updated 1-2 times a month.

I actually stayed up until nearly 4 am writing this. I kept getting distracted and such. There’ll be another chapter on Wednesday. Isn’t that great? I am going to try to make the Wednesday chapter longer, though. We’ll see.

I’m glad someone noticed how InuYasha’s name kept turning up. At first, he wasn’t going to be in my story, but I decided to throw him in. This is going to be a long story...and I’m going to try to get it done in a month or two. I’m glad you’re enjoying it. I wasn’t too sure about this fic, but I had promised to finish this story for sessholord aka lordofthewest and I always try to keep my promises even though I’m...rather evil. ^^

Ah, yes, how I’ve grown to love this pairing...the joy...ha ha. Well, thanks a bunches! Until next time!

Misswarchen-The answer to your question is...because we CAN! HA HA HA! And yes, I am a little cocktease...and now you know where Sesshy boy gets it from! Look for another update on this Wednesday...*winks* Oh, and thanks for the review. It warmed my evil, cold, and dark heart.