Sunrise

The sun was about to rise when the youkai heard soft footsteps behind him. His silver haired head did not turn; he knew who it was, had been expecting the dark haired youkai in fact. Still, he usually showed up more dramatically than this.

Naraku’s lips twitched as he walked stealthily towards the stiff, still form of Sesshomaru. He knew he was heard and identified, but he didn’t care; to his now experienced eyes, the curiosity his approach had fostered was obvious even from the back. The damned youkai would die before he admitted he was more curious than a cat though, but Naraku had seen Sesshomaru in action too often to not understand this fundamental truth about the beautiful creature.

Sure enough, Sesshomaru was mentally running scenarios about why Naraku was being so obvious. His ears twitched; when was the idiot going to come into view?

“Good morning, Sesshomaru… sama.” Naraku’s voice was smug yet oddly tender. Sesshomaru finally turned to see his visitor but paused in stunned surprise. Naraku was stark naked, his hair pulled back as he often wore it, the thick mass held by a paper ribbon. There was nothing between Sesshomaru’s golden eyes and Naraku’s admittedly beautiful flesh.

“I see you came prepared.” The youkai intoned impassively as he turned to face his visitor. Naraku shrugged, various body parts shifting enticingly in response then stepped closer yet. The youkai watched him, his face revealing nothing more of his emotions… yet. Naraku intended to change that. His deft hands found and unlaced the restraining armor around Sesshomaru’s torso, then the waist girds. He set them aside and then slid his body against the still one before him.

“Come now, no warm greeting, just words and a stare? I am disappointed. I was certain you’d enjoy my surprise…” Naraku purred, peering down into the cold golden eyes… which were not as cold as before. He felt the clawed hand suddenly resting on his back and sweep down to curve over his buttocks, and smiled wider before fangs nipped his chin.

“You are presumptuous, spider.” The normally cold voice had a hint of warmth in it now, before Naraku closed his mouth over those soft lips, his tongue finding access immediately, to his delight. He flicked the deadly fangs, stroked the incredibly smooth tongue with his own, moved his lips gently against the other males. His chest melded to Sesshomaru’s, hands wandering his hand and sides.

Sesshomaru marveled silently at the smooth soft skin the tall youkai possessed, barring that scar… which he loved to touch and tease. Nothing brought Naraku to a whimpering mass of need faster than clever claws stroking that scar on his back. Of course the thought lead to action and the taller youkai shivered under the sensual assault to the burn on his back. His hips rubbed against Sesshomaru’s, his shaft standing in seconds.

“So wonderfully predictable, Naraku. Yet it never curbs my enthusiasm to make you writhe.” The youkai purred, earning a soft whine of protest. Naraku knew he was right, but he did not have to like it. He kissed the youkai’s lips silent and tugged the white silk hakama open, but left the garment tied; Sesshomaru rarely got undressed with him, and the hanyou had grown to enjoy the perversity of his partner being dressed while he was bare to the world. Still leaning on Sesshomaru, their mouths fused, Naraku reached between them and stroked himself with one hand and the youkai’s shaft with the other in the same timing, loving how the stoic youkai shifted his hips into the strokes over his turgid flesh. The dark haired youkai pulled back for air, as he couldn’t hold his breath for ten minutes at a time like his lover could and felt Sesshomaru’s hand slide around his neck gently, fingers kneading his flesh with a touch that raised chills. “Naraku…”

“Hai…?” he gasped and then grunted as he was shoved to his knees; the youkai’s genitals were right before his nose and the smell of lust coming from the other male made his mouth water. He licked his lips and backed off a hint, looking up into Sesshomaru’s eyes warily.

“I feel impatient today; however I am also feeling like watching you masturbate for me. So… get to work.” The silver haired male said softly, voice impassive despite his words. Naraku shivered again and crawled forward, nuzzling the heavy testicles and inhaling that delicious, musky scent coming from the youkai’s softly flushed skin with great delight. He wondered if his own lust tickled the inuyoukai’s nose in the same fashion, made him want to touch and taste like it did to himself.

However, a tiny soft growl alerted him to the fact that he was dawdling, so he licked up the swollen shaft before him then slowly pulled it into his mouth. His keen ears caught a flattering moan, unsuccessfully bitten back by the youkai; the sound made him flush with pleasure before he even resumed stroking himself. His hand moved in time with his head bobbing over the thick shaft, his back flexing to shove his hips into his own hands grip.

Sesshomaru watched Naraku work, his eyes gleaming with excitement. The bad blood between them was forgotten as he watched that beautiful face, transfixed with sheer enjoyment as he serviced the superior youkai. Naraku’s slender back shifted and flexed as his graceful hand stroked and squeezed his own manhood, using the same timing of his mouth over Sesshomaru’s shaft… but the youkai wanted something more. Licking his lips he curled his hand under Naraku’s chin.

“Show me what you can do, Naraku. Show me what a mononoke like yourself can do with his powers… use them on yourself.” Naraku’s heavy lidded eyes shifted to the side, smirking as he flushed with… with embarrassment? Despite that smug smile, the youkai was embarrassed about this order from his partner. Sesshomaru smiled widely in response; if Naraku had seen it he might have fled. But he couldn’t look into Sesshomaru’s eyes at the moment, not until he got that shocking spike of emotion under control.

“What’s this? You are suddenly shy… the same youkai that presented himself shamelessly naked moments ago is embarrassed?” His hand tightened painfully on Naraku’s jaw. “I read you like a book, my pet. Show me, show me what you do to yourself when you are alone in the dark…” he was delighted when Naraku blushed dark red, shame and excitement mixing in his face before he nodded that he would obey. Sesshomaru slid his hand around to tease a claw around the rounded, human-like ear as Naraku twined his tongue around Sesshomaru’s shaft and pulled it between his slick, soft lips.

A dry hissing creak split the air as the youkai’s left shoulder bulged out, before a thick, wood-like tentacle emerged from Naraku’s scarred back. Sesshomaru’s hackles rose on reflex, but he watched silently as the appendage grew then arched down towards the other youkai’s anus, small openings in the tip shedding a slick liquid to ease its eventual passage. The inuyoukai couldn’t help his eyes widening is shock as the tentacle’s tip stroked around Naraku’s small puckered opening, spreading the liquid about before nudging into him.

Naraku moaned in his throat, his head moving slower as the tentacle slowly began to open him. He spread his knees wider and crossed his feet for balance, hips moving into his hand then back into the tentacle as it wormed deeper into him. He fell into a lust drenched daze, his mouth savoring Sesshomaru’s hot, hard shaft, his hand cradling and stroking his own shaft, and the tentacle driving ever deeper into him; it was almost to the spot he sought within. His whole body swung backwards suddenly as the tentacle darted deeper…

Sesshomaru’s nostrils flared as Naraku gave a beautiful little cry of pleasure, his body tightening, back arching in response as the tentacle hit the target inside him. The dark youkai jerked his body forward, engulfing Sesshomaru’s shaft in his hot mouth to the base, and then sucked hard as he swung himself back, the tentacle holding itself in place the entire time so Naraku had to force himself into it with his movements. Sesshomaru’s hips flexed forward on their own as Naraku’s mouth pulled back off him, reluctant to lose the wet heat around his hungry flesh. His hand pressed to his thigh as he tried to hide his excitement at watching this perverse display, eyes glued to the writhing, moaning Naraku.

Naraku pulled off Sesshomaru entirely and gasped for air, then plunged his head back over the dripping wet erection, hand jerking over his own shaft as the tentacle drove harder and deeper with each of his lunges backwards into it. He saw a flash of red every time the thing hit his prostate, and his back arched or lowered by turns. He suckled Sesshomaru harder as he felt his belly boil and tighten, mewling despite the mouthful.

Sesshomaru sucked his breath in then felt his release burst forth in a white flash. His head arched down into his chest as he made the softest sounds of orgasmic enjoyment, but he could just as well have screamed aloud; Naraku heard nothing, too focused on his own orgasm as the tentacle thrust deep into him and his seed spilled onto this fingers. He lapped at the semen spilling over his lips and chin, shuddering and barely holding himself up, his hand milking his manhood for the last drop of his essence he could get. Finally he went limp, falling to his elbows and gasping, the tentacle snapping off and falling to the side, his skin slick with sweat. He shivered and shook as his body rippled with aftershocks, head hanging down as he panted for air.

The inuyoukai leaned against the tree behind him, allowing himself a moment to gather his strength, and for his leg bones to return to him. He watched Naraku shudder on hands and knees before him, his ass in the air and just begging for more attention. He didn’t even think about it, he simply leapt, forcing his rubbery legs to support him, landing behind the pleasure wracked Naraku. He knelt and stroked the now loosened opening, feeling the slick remains of the fluid the tentacle had left behind.

“Sesshomaru…?” Naraku whispered, head turning to look back; he was so tired, yet he was also still excited. He was flattered that mere seconds after climaxing, the youkai still wanted more of him, yet he didn’t know if he could respond favorably to…

“Naraku.” Sesshomaru breathed, his hand now stroking his manhood into stiffness once more. “You should be doing this, but since you look about to lose consciousness, and because I did enjoy your enthusiastic obedience, I’ll spare you… this time.” He was just hard enough, he decided, and pressed against the welcoming entrance.

“Oh, no you can’t…” Naraku mewled sarcastically. He would be disappointed if Sesshomaru did not do this now, he realized and pushed his hips back as the youkai slid deep into his opening with one swift motion. The dark haired males head arched back as he moaned in delight; this was still so much better than doing it to himself. He felt Sesshomaru’s hand press to the center of his scar and push gently, and moved forward in response, the youkai pulling back as well until only the tip of his shaft remained inside. The hand pressed back and Naraku moved again, but gasped as Sesshomaru thrust hard into him, his shaft rubbing that target inside and making his limbs wobble.

“Do not presume to tell me I can’t fuck you any time I wish, Naraku.” Sesshomaru purred, his voice almost loving despite the implied threat. Naraku moaned and shook his head, his mane of hair sliding over his face as Sesshomaru’s hand as he again guided the willing male forward while pulling back. They moved together, gaining speed and force with every motion, both males soon reduced to making gasps and moans of enjoyment, each loving the sound of the other’s voice. Naraku spread his legs even wider and arched his back to gain more pressure from Sesshomaru’s thrusts, not caring if the youkai liked it or not. Luckily Sesshomaru did like it, though he wrapped his hand in the rich brunette waves and held Naraku’s head up in a painful arch.

“You are… such… such a hentai!” Naraku grunted, reaching back to stroke his returned erection. His hair was given a sharp yank suddenly.

“Do not touch it with your hand… use your kinky little appendages instead…” Sesshomaru growled hotly. Naraku purred as if the yank had been a caress, and the legs of his spider shaped scar sprang up off his back and curled under him, winding around his shaft like a cocoon before moving over it tightly. Naraku’s red eyes widened with pleased surprise.

“Tha… thank you… for the idea…” he moaned and shuddered when Sesshomaru slammed into him with incredible strength. The youkai growled and slid his hand around Naraku’s slender waist, hauling him back into his driving hips, leaning over him and nipping the scar with his deadly fangs. Naraku screamed and writhed under him, the heat around Sesshomaru pulsing and tightening as the dark haired youkai orgasmed hard. Sesshomaru roared in triumph as he spilled into his shuddering, jumping body, his claws slicing the tentacles away from the throbbing shaft so he could stroke it himself. Naraku cried out again, another orgasm bursting over him. His hands dug into the earth below him as he shoved his body into Sesshomaru’s, the youkai hissing with delight at his actions.

They both froze suddenly, and then slowly, Sesshomaru guided them to the ground. He pulled away from the dark youkai’s body, lying on his back and sighing with satisfaction. Naraku rolled to face him, ignoring his all too human body’s protests at the motion. He loved to watch the youkai relax however briefly, after sex. The ice melted for a few moments and it was something Naraku felt immense pride about being the cause of this thaw. However he knew better than to try and touch or even talk to the youkai while he basked in his afterglow; he had needed a week to recover from the violent attack he’d suffered for his presumption the one time he had tried to caress that smooth flesh after they’d finished a particularly long and sweaty session.

Sesshomaru took exactly four minutes to rest, enjoying the red hot gaze as Naraku looked at him, drank him in with his eyes. He didn’t speak as he adjusted his hakama closed, rewinding his haori closed again with amazing skill for a one armed person. Only when it came to his armor did he let Naraku assist him, and even then it was simply to tie the lacing closed, pulling the plates tight around him. He watched Naraku stretch, his sleek flanks and belly looking edible, then looked away.

“Tomorrow then.” He looked back at the smirking males face; they had spoken in unison. Somehow he did not like this little moment… it implied something he felt to be dangerous. However he shoved it aside and nodded.

“See if you can’t think of something as interesting as what you did today, ne?” Turning on his heel, the youkai disappeared in a swirl of silver hair.

“Well I suppose I can think of something, my pretty youkai.” Naraku chuckled and pulled his baboon skin around him. He wanted to savor the memory of that clawed hand on his skin a while longer… smirking, he faded back into the forest, the morning sun shining on their trysting place too late to reveal their secret…

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