Seeds of Doubt

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Seeds of Doubt

Inuyasha was in the state he preferred to be... alone! He and Kagome had had another fight after retrieving a jewel shard from a particularly vicious plant youkai. That stupid girl had almost gotten herself killed... again! "If I didn’t need her to find the damned jewel shards, I would’ve let it eat her!" the hanyou muttered to himself as he stared off into the distance. So involved was he in his pout, he didn’t realize what time of day it was... or what time of month. He simply sat in his tree, oblivious to the world around him.

Finally the inu-hanyou noticed the shadows lengthening as the hovered on the horizon. He sighed and decided to go find Miroku and Sango, when a rustling alerted him to danger. Before he could jump to his feet, tentacles wound around him, pinning him to the tree trunk. ‘Kuso,’ he thought, ‘Why didn’t I smell the bastard coming?!’ The sun finally sank beneath the horizon, and he had his answer. In the grasp of Naraku’s tentacles, Inuyasha felt the transformation as never before, helplessness and hopelessness swelled inside him as he lost his demonic powers.

"Why, Inuyasha," Naraku said with a pleased chuckle, "What are you doing all alone in this sad state?" the evil hanyou showed himself, melting out of the shadows clad in his baboon skin with the hood thrown back, "I can’t tell you how pleased I am to finally see your human form," he smirked, "I wondered where you hid when you couldn’t use this sword of yours." The tentacles shifted as one withdrew holding the Tetsusaiga, "You will not be needing this tonight," the smug brunette said as he tossed the fang to the ground.

"Kissima," Inuyasha swore, struggling to in the other man’s grip, "Let me go, you son of a bitch!"

The russet-eyed monster smirked, "What will you do, Inuyasha? Bite me with your dull human teeth? Scratch me with your dull human nails? Don’t make me laugh!" He jerked the dark-haired boy closer, until their faces were only a hairsbreadth apart, "You are helpless, Inuyasha, completely and utterly helpless in my possession," with that, the evil hanyou wrapped a tentacle around his captive’s nose and mouth, and turned it to shouki. The startled boy gasped involuntarily, and drew the poison vapor into his lungs. In his hanyou form, he could have withstood it, but as a human the caustic gas ate away at his lungs. He tried to cry out in pain, but couldn’t force a sound through his swelling throat. Blackness ate away at the edges of his vision, and finally consumed him.
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Inuyasha woke up in a strange place, feeling chilled, his head pounding. He was leaning over something, but when he tried to stand he found he was tied in place. His eyes flew open in surprise, and he got another shock, he was naked! That realization sobered him and cleared the cobwebs from his mind. The last thing he remembered was Naraku gassing him, logic followed that Naraku was the one who had stripped him and tied him down. The dark-haired boy looked around as much as he could, taking careful stock of his situation and surroundings.

As he’d found out, he was tied leaning over something, probably a table. It was a tall table however, so tall only Inuyasha’s tiptoes touched the floor. The table wasn’t very wide; it only went from his waist to the top of his chest. Naked and tied down... the hanyou knew he was screwed... soon to be screwed in more ways than one. That terrifying thought went through his head just before he saw a silhouette behind the sliding door. His blood turned to ice, and he started struggling madly as he heard the door open.

A cruel, deep chuckle filled the room, "In your hanyou form you could have already escaped, but like this..." he laughed again, "Like this you are completely helpless," he said with a rather disturbing purr, "It is almost a pity actually, I would have loved to conquer you while you are at full strength... It would have made this so much sweeter, but I will take what I can." Naraku approached his captive and place a hand on the small of the bound boy’s back, "Why Inuyasha, you are trembling, are you cold?"

The dark-haired boy closed his eyes and swore under his breath, the asshole could smell his fear, and was getting off on it! The inu-hanyou tried to still his shaking, but his body wouldn’t comply. His whole body shivered, and broke out in goose bumps as he felt the evil hanyou’s hand lightly stroke his spine.

"Poor boy," his captor crooned, "I will warm you." Naraku draped himself over his captive’s back; "Hmmm..." he purred as he nuzzled the back of his captive’s neck, "You smell so good... your fear is divine," he licked his prisoner’s skin, "Mmm, the taste matches the smell." With that he began licking the boy’s neck and shoulders.

Inuyasha moaned in distress... and something else. He hated the bastard behind him; the evil fucker killed Kikyou, and had made Inuyasha’s present life hell. The very thought of Naraku’s touch made his skin shiver in disgust, the reality of it made him shiver as well... but it was different. Even in human form, he retained his animal instincts and some part of his recognized what was happening and submitted to it. The boy shook his head, what the hell was wrong with him?! He started to struggle.

It was too late, however. Naraku had felt that hesitation, heard that ‘something else’ in his captive’s moans, and he smiled. His plan was working better than he’d ever dreamed. Giving Inuyasha pleasure against the inu-hanyou’s will was downright heady. The way the boy struggled beneath him, rubbing his firm rear against his captor’s crotch was maddening. If the dark-haired boy had known what he was doing he would’ve stopped, but he didn’t, so he kept up his struggles. Naraku purred as he went back to licking the bare back in front of him. He’d been looking forward to hurting Inuyasha, but he could do that later. It was so much more of a mind fuck to make the boy want his sworn enemy, and Naraku loved a good mind fuck.

Inuyasha’s stomach felt tight. It was a feeling he got sometimes when he watched Kagome or sometimes when he first woke up. This was different however; instead of going away it was growing. With each warm, wet stroke of Naraku’s tongue the feeling grew more intense. A whimper escaped him before he could stop it. What the hell was happening to him?!

The evil hanyou chuckled darkly. The boy’s scent had changed from one of complete fear to one of fearful excitement. He slid a hand around the boy’s hips and found, to his delight, that Inuyasha was growing hard. Judging by the way the inu-hanyou was trembling and the way he smelled, Naraku guessed that his captive was a virgin. The thought alone sent a flash of pleasure through him. He purred deep in his chest as he wrapped his hand around the dark-haired boy’s shaft, and slowly moved his hand up and down, occasionally squeezing lightly.

Inuyasha went blind. Not really, but it felt that way as his vision swam with color and his world narrowed to the hand stroking his manhood. The sensation was like nothing he’d ever felt before. He shivered, but he was no longer chilled. Unbeknown to him in his pleasure, wanton little moans and whimpers fell from his lips as he tried in vain to get some leverage, though whether he’d escape or thrust himself into the hand stroking him he didn’t know... he wanted to do both at the same. His body felt like it was going to explode.

Naraku swirled his thumb over the head of his captive’s penis, and smirked at the wetness he found. The boy really was new to this, his control was non-existent, but the russet-eyed monster wasn’t ready to let the inu-hanyou cum. He removed his hand, smirking at the dark-haired boy’s mewl of protest. "So responsive, Inuyasha," the evil hanyou crooned, "I would not have thought so," his clothes melted away, so that his cool, naked skin rubbed against the boy’s heated back. He smirked to see a flush spreading across his captive’s skin. As he had said, he would not have thought the inu-hanyou would be so cooperating... He chuckled, ‘inu-hanyou’ the term held the key phrase. Inuyasha was a dog, and a dog’s pack was founded on dominance and submission. There were mating rituals to follow, and without realizing it, the evil hanyou had been following them almost to the letter. Inuyasha was well and thoroughly dominated; he’d been inspected, licked, reassured and stroked. There was only one step left, and it was the Inuyasha’s to make... and Naraku was damn sure going to make his captive do it!

Inuyasha breath came in fits and starts. He couldn’t get enough air! The only ting that mattered was relieving the knot in his stomach. When Naraku’s hand left him, he’d wanted to cry, to rip himself free, and pull the hand back, but he was tied much too securely. The dark-haired boy whimpered and whined, then gasped as he felt Naraku’s skin against his. Something warm and hard was poking his butt, but only for a second. The inu-hanyou felt hands spread him wide, and he squirmed in his bonds. Something warm and wet licked his entrance, and his whole body shuddered, his shaft throbbing in the cool air. Animal noises of pleasure poured out of him. All too soon however, the warm wetness left, and the dark haired boy whined pathetically.

Naraku leaned over his captive once more, holding himself just barely touching Inuyasha’s entrance. For his plan to work, the russet-eyed monster knew Inuyasha would have to submit before he went through with it. The evil hanyou wasn’t pleased by the delay... but in the end the reward would be sweeter.

The dark-haired boy panted desperately, he still couldn’t catch his breath! There were matters more important than breathing though, matters like why Naraku wasn’t touching him anymore. The boy need something, he felt as though he’d been rushing towards some wonderful thing, some great event, but now he was left in a frenzied state, not knowing what he wanted, but knowing that he wanted... no needed it. Confused, unfulfilled, and completely out of his depth, the inu-hanyou turned control over to his instincts. The second he let go, his animalistic nature had him pushing backwards just as hard as he could, offering himself up like a wanton little slut to the man behind him.

When the boy rocked back, it was all Naraku could do not to roar in triumph. Instead, he reached around with one hand, and ringed the base of Inuyasha’s shaft securely with his thumb and forefinger. Then, he gathered himself and thrust into his captive. A moan of pure bliss escaped him as he felt Inuyasha’s virgin entrance rip. The boy was tight and hot, and his blood was even hotter. The evil hanyou worked himself in and out of his captive, carefully moving his hand over the boy’s member in time to his thrusts.

Inuyasha screamed. It felt as though someone was trying to tear him in half. Naraku’s entrance had been the most painful thing he’d ever felt... but he was confused. He was still hard, despite the pain, and even as Naraku hammered at him, ripping him, making him bleed, and wish for death. The hand on the boy’s shaft moved at the same time the pain seared him. Pain and pleasure rolled over and through him, all thoughts flew from his head. All that matter was the burning pleasure and the searing pain.

The russet-eyed monster growled as he forced himself to hold off his orgasm. He wanted to feel the boy’s seed spill over his fingers, he wanted his captive to scream his name, and beg for more. The evil hanyou squeezed his captive’s erection, and thrust into him, while biting the back of the boy’s neck. He got what he wanted.

The inu-hanyou screamed as colors throbbed in his vision, his body bust, flying into tiny pieces. Teeth in his neck... hand on his member... pain... only these things mattered as his world exploded in pleasure. Distantly he was aware that his body was begging and pleading, for what he wasn’t sure, nor did he care, just as long as this new sensation went on forever.

The boy’s inner muscles clamped down hard on Naraku’s member, and his scalding seed coated the russet-eyed monster’s hand. Phase Two of Mission One, complete. Naraku worked himself in and out of the boy’s clenching orifice, then allowed himself to spill, a dark, evil moan forcing itself free of his throat as red youki flared around him.

He collapsed against his captive’s back and smiled. The boy had passed out. Well, that fit into Naraku’s plan just fine. Now that the seeds were sown, they had to be encouraged to grow... It wouldn’t be long before they bore fruit. "You belong to me now, Inuyasha," he said softly as he pulled out of his captive, "I am the only one you will yearn for, the only one who will please you," he chuckled evilly as he turned to leave, his baboon skin melting around him, "Forget Inuyasha... forget, but come when next I call..."
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Inuyasha woke up the next morning more sore than he’d ever been in his life! He felt like... he didn’t know... there was no comparison! His rear hurt for some reason, and his back wasn’t entirely happy with him either! Well, it didn’t matter. It was morning, he’d probably slept wrong in human form, but his hanyou form would heal it soon. He smelled water nearby, and went off to find it, a nice soak would help whatever hurt, he was sure.
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Naraku watched the inu-hanyou in Kana’s mirror, and laughed. The boy had no clue what horror had happened, and what horrors were still to come.