Distraction

Thi This is my response to the request Spyke014 made for a Naraku/Kohaku fic. It’s a PWP, I doubt I’ll continue it. Contains sex with a minor! That means if you don’t like a boy taking part in sexual acts with an adult male you should hit the back button or at the very least learn to read summaries better.
Disclaimer: I don’t own it.

Distraction

He moved with an automatic grace that no boy should possess at such an age. The bone and chain weapon gifted to him by a father he could no longer recall barely made a sound as he moved. Before his eyes had been filled with such lively expressions, now they were murky and without depth.
He was patrolling his master’s home. It was something he would continue to do until told otherwise with no complaint or deviation.
“Kohaku.”
He stopped mid-step without even the slightest hesitation. A quick turn on his heel and he faced his master with a bare downturn of his head.
Naraku let a tiny smile pull at his lip before it disappeared completely. Such an obedient little thing had here. If only that dog-demon or his quarrelsome half-breed brother were so easy to conquer.
“Come here.”
The boy took the necessary steps forward but still did not raise his head.
Finely shaped nails slid up Kohaku’s thin neck getting no response. Cold eyes narrowed at this. Control was one thing, but human reaction had always been so much better.
“Kohaku, listen to me.” It was the first half of a password, so to speak. “Live for me.”
Brown eyes blinked and reacted to the low light. Kohaku lifted his head slowly and shakily. “Master?”
“Yes Kohaku.” Those fine nails moved up his neck again. This time he was pleased to see the boy’s eyes flutter shut and to hear his breath hitch.
Much better.
Small hands reached up and brushed over Naraku’s clothes. Warm breath flittered over the master’s neck as the boy leaned in trying to embrace him. “Master, I’m, not worthy of this.”
“You are always worthy of it Kohaku.” The demon responded as he delicately ran his fingers through the boy’s hair. “Now come with me.”
“Yes Master.”
Several candles along the walls dimly lighted the room. Kohaku could tell his master had planned this, some part of him told him that this was wrong, that he should take advantage of this to run away. But he couldn’t, his master needed him.
Naraku guided the boy next to the plush bed in the middle of the floor. “You know what to do.” He said lowly as he knelt down to sit on the stuffed mattress.
Kohaku blushed faintly and held his bottom lip in his teeth. He lifted his hands from his sides and undid the belt at his waist. His heart sped up as the cold eyes of his master traveled from his neck down as he exposed himself. The worn fabric hit the floor slowly and still Naraku’s eyes lingered.
His master didn’t have to call him closer. He took a few steps closer unable to fidget or otherwise hide his body. Fine hands reached out and pulled him in a few more steps making him put his feet on either side of his master’s legs.
Kohaku bit his lip harder and puts his hands on Nuraku’s head. He gently touched his hair and tried not to think about anything.
“Be patient.”
The whisper lit off his hip in such a familiar heat. He felt hands slide up from his ankles to his calf muscles, up over the backs of his thighs where they settled just a bit higher than that. His fingers tightened as slick warmth enveloped him. “Master!” He couldn’t restrain his thrust forward but stronger-than-human hands held him in place.
Nuraku worked his tongue slowly against his slave’s arousal. The taste had always intrigued him and the emotional turmoil the boy was going through spurred him on. The moan he heard when used his well-placed hand to pull his slave in closer would have sent a chill up his spine if he had let it.
He hardly moved as he pleasured the boy. To him this was more an act of violation. Just imagine what that demon-slayer woman would think if she knew he did this to her precious little brother. She already had a claim to his life for her family, what more would she ask of him to avenge her brother’s innocence?
“Master, I, I’m going to.” Kohaku lost his voice and arched his back with a strangled cry. The warmth he’d experienced left him, as did his strength.
The demon slowly let Kohaku down so that the boy straddled him. He cradled the boy against his chest but it wasn’t a loving motion. He simply liked the way the boy felt when he thought he was being cared for.
“Continue.”
Kohaku lifted his head slowly; there was more to be done. His hand slid the fabric off his master’s shoulders and traced his fingertips down his chest. He didn’t look up into Naraku’s eyes, it wasn’t allowed this far into things.
“That’s it my little pet.” The cold voice coaxed as those little fingertips touched lower over his stomach. “You know what to do.”
The boy lifted his right hand and slipped two fingers into his own mouth. Keeping his eyes still downcast he ran his tongue over them while sliding them in and out. There would be no aroused moan of appreciation from his Master over the sight, only a steady gaze that he couldn’t meet.
“Enough.”
Kohaku pulled his hand away and lifted up on his knees. His other hand came up to Naraku’s shoulder to steady him as he reached far between his legs. He had to lean forward quite a bit and had found out long ago that he was allowed to rest his head on his master’s shoulder when he did this. He turned his head so that his lips met with an artificially warm neck that barely twitched when he bit and licked at it.
He made a small sound when his fingers delved deep into his body. He wasn’t afraid of this anymore, he knew his limitations and his pleasures, both made preparing himself that much easier.
When a moan escaped him he realized he’d taken long enough. He withdrew his hand and straightened back up. He pulled more of the fabric away and revealed his master’s body completely.
Wordlessly a cup was pressed into his hands. The smell of scented oil reached the human’s nose as he dipped his fingers in. It was warm and smelled of some expensive spice he’d never even heard of. The cup clicked back onto the floor where it had been left until then.
Slick fingers traced down Naraku’s length. Once again moans and shivers should have left him but the demon had more control than that. He did enjoy the attention he just didn’t see the need in showing it.
Kohaku eventually wrapped his hand around the hardened arousal. “Is, is this pleasing you Master?” He asked hesitantly. The lack of reaction always made him question if he was doing a good job.
The demon tilted the boy’s head up and barely managed a vicious smirk as their eyes met. His hands went to Kohaku’s hips and brought him in closer, startling the boy’s hands up to his shoulders. There was barely enough time to position him before a quick, strong grip pulled the small one down, impaling him in a swift motion.
Kohaku’s head fell back and he shrieked. This was one of the most beautiful sounds Naraku heard. It was mostly a cry of pain that he savored every note of.
“You please me quite well.” He whispered holding the boy in place. “Quite well.”
The boy shifted tensely around his master. It always hurt at first but eventually it always got better. He put his head back on his master’s shoulder and nuzzled into his neck. He felt the hands on his hips lift him up, pulling him away from the comfort of falsely warmed skin.
“Master.” A moan left Kohaku next as he was pulled back down. A few seconds later the move was repeated and soon he found the strength to carry it on his own. He braced himself on his knees to help lift and lower his body along his master’s length.
“That’s it, moan for me. Enjoy it.” One hand slid up and his fingers threaded into the boy’s hair. He used his grip to hold him in place as their lips met. His tongue slid inside that hot willing mouth, all but devouring him.
Kohaku felt like he was dying. He continued to move against his master’s body giving and taking pleasure on instinct alone. He shook under the strain almost unable to keep his pace.
“Come for me little one.” Naraku hissed, controlling his voice. The boy was good, his body moved and clenched around him in the most tantalizing of ways. If he were a lesser demon he would have lost his composure and thrown Kohaku down, taken him roughly and left him there already.
Halting cries came from the boy as he found he couldn’t lift himself high enough any longer. Instead his hips ground down against Naraku to gain the needed friction. He rocked himself hard each time to force the hardness buried in his body against his prostate. “Ah, Master, I!”
A scream tore its way out of Kohaku’s throat as he came and hard. He felt a searing heat fill him, proof that his master had enjoyed the use of his body.
He collapsed, breathless and exhausted. Strong hands guided his limp body down onto the mattress. He was so tired.
Fine nails trailed through sweat damp hair. “Kohaku, listen to me.” Naraku curled a lock of the boy’s hair around a finger. “Die for me.”
The luster in Kohaku’s eyes faded into a dull glaze.
“You will rest, then get yourself cleaned up. As soon as you are done you will go back to your patrols.”
“Yes, Master Naraku.” Came the automatic response. Kohaku didn’t move at all, he simply closed his eyes and did as he was told.
Naraku gathered his clothes back around him and got up. He had shards to locate. The liberties he took with his slave were a mere distraction he allowed himself from time to time. But that’s all it was.
He paused before he left the room and glanced to the resting boy.
Too bad he was such a lovely diversion that was so easy to use.