Sex ist ein Schlacht

Sex ist ein Schlacht

(Sex is a Battle)

[Revised]

by: Naraku’s Dark Soul



The night was young, the moon low in the sky, its pale rays not quite strong enough to fully illuminate the dense forest. The trees were still in the windless heat of the summer night. It was curiously silent, all living creatures in the forest quiet, almost as if they all knew a predator was near. Somewhere just past the first line of trees, a twig snapped, and the night seemed to hold its breath, waiting for a reaction from the pale man standing at the forest’s edge. A smile curled one side of his lip, but didn’t reach his mirthless, crimson eyes. He held his hand out, palm up, towards the trees, almost as if he was beckoning someone. For a moment, there was silence, then a figure emerged from the trees, all whites and reds with golden eyes.

“As expected, Sesshoumaru. I knew you would come,” the pale man breathed, his sensual voice echoing off the trees, filling the space in-between the two. The half-smile never left his face as he twitched his fingers, beckoning him closer. Sesshoumaru didn’t move or respond, but remained impassive, his hands languid at his sides. A brief twitch under his eye was the only thing that betrayed his impatience. It would have been missed by many, but did not go unnoticed by the other man. Crimson eyes narrowed as his lips turned downward into a sneer. “Do not forget that you brought this on yourself by teaming up with that hanyou,” he said, letting his hand drop as a sudden breeze filled the area, tousling his already messy, black hair and making the trees whisper against each other.

“I am fully aware of your incompetent view of things, Naraku,” Sesshoumaru replied, his stoic visage intact as he reached for his sword.

“Tsk, tsk. Keep going like this and I might start to think you aren’t glad to see me,” Naraku cautioned, his features lending themselves more fully to his sneer, his lips pulling back to expose the white teeth they hid. “I might get angry. Who knows what might happen to your ward then?” At this, Sesshoumaru visibly flinched, his mouth quirking downward for a moment as if he had been slapped. There was a hard gleam in his eyes as, with sweeping strides, he closed the distance between himself and his foe. The two stood looking at each other for a moment, almost eye-to-eye, but Naraku was a little taller.

“I am here, as you have asked,” Sesshoumaru said, reaching a striped hand over and grabbing a handful of Naraku’s hair. “but do not think things will go exactly as you have planned,” he continued, pulling the hair away from Naraku’s neck and leaning in to lick the pale flesh revealed to him. Naraku made no motion to stop Sesshoumaru as he moved up the column of his throat, reaching his ear, his tongue swirling around the lobe before his teeth came down and bit hard into the tender flesh there. Instead of crying out, Naraku merely chuckled.

“Why, my dear Sesshoumaru, are you trying to hurt me?” he asked, the humor evident in his voice as he in turn took hold of Sesshoumaru’s white locks. He pulled until Sesshoumaru let go of his ear lobe, his now bloody face revealed as Naraku tugged his hair further down, the purple liquid beading on Sesshoumaru’s lips even as it flowed down the neck from whence it had come. “I will show you something of pain,” Naraku said, full fledged grin adorning his manic-looking face as he swiftly leaned down and bit into Sesshoumaru’s neck, his teeth sinking into the smooth flesh, sure to leave a mark, as Sesshoumaru let go of his hair and clawed at his back.

Although Sesshoumaru had torn his over garments to shreds and was now working at his under kimono, Naraku didn’t pause in what he was doing. He sank his teeth deeper into Sesshoumaru’s neck, blood pooling in his mouth and trailing down to stain the pristine white cloth of Sesshoumaru’s kimono. Naraku grunted in pleasure as the first of Sesshoumaru’s nails pierced his flesh, the dull sound vibrating against the flesh of the other man. He pulled back willingly, silvery white hair still fisted in his hand, and leaned his head back to admire his handiwork as the rest of Sesshoumaru’s nails found purchase, dragging down his back in an almost sensual way. There was a perfect imprint of his teeth on Sesshoumaru’s pale neck, streams of blood flowing down to pool at his collarbone. Naraku brought his other hand up and cleanly sliced through the fabric there, down Sesshoumaru’s armor-less torso to his hakama, watching the blood follow the clean lines of his muscular chest until it sullied the white fabric at his waist. He cut through the sash there and Sesshoumaru’s eyes widened just a fraction as his swords fell from him and dropped to the ground, his hakama soon following. His eyes narrowed and he clawed through the remainder of Naraku’s clothing, also cutting through the sash holding his hakama up, smirking slightly as, with a swoosh, the cloth fell. Naraku smirked as well, stepping back and divesting himself of the remainder of his clothes. His ear looked completely normal, the wound having long since closed. He leaned back in and kissed Sesshoumaru, their lips meeting in a brutal, cutting clash that seemed to take the life out of the other man. Sesshoumaru swayed on his feet and fell to his knees, his tattered kimono flapping as Naraku let him drop. Naraku chuckled then, sure of his complete dominance as the other man’s hand flew down to keep himself from further falling. Still, no noise came from the seemingly cowed and submissive Sesshoumaru.

“And now, Sesshoumaru, you have my curse. Although you will get your ward back unharmed, you will see me again. No other will be able to slake the lustful urge I have placed within you,” Naraku said, smirking, still chuckling as he looked down at the fall of white hair that was Sesshoumaru’s downed form. “Now, what shall I call you? Pet is too general a term for my liking,” Naraku mused, his hand coming down to ruffle the hair on the back of Sesshoumaru’s head, his fingers tangling themselves in the silvery white locks.
Naraku’s eyes went wide with surprise, his laughter halting abruptly as Sesshoumaru’s hand shot out and grabbed his leg, pulling roughly, causing him to fall unceremoniously onto his ass. Sesshoumaru looked at him through the curtain of his pristine hair, eyes glinting dangerously.

“It’s Sesshoumaru-sama to you, hanyou. And much as you might desire me, I will never be your pet,” he said, and he was on Naraku then, his body pinning him to the hard ground, his mouth coming down to suck hard on one of the other man’s pert nipples. The surprise quickly faded from Naraku’s features as Sesshoumaru’s teeth sank into his flesh and he felt a clawed hand sliding down his stomach, heading for his groin. Nimble fingers traced his bellybutton, before curving down his body to grasp his quickly hardening member.

The hand pumped his cock as Sesshoumaru licked his nipple, teeth still embedded in his flesh. The sensation was such that it brought a barely-stifled moan to his lips. Sesshoumaru seemed satisfied with this, as he leaned back from Naraku’s chest and gazed coolly down at the other man, slowly pumping his cock, the action producing wet noises that echoed lewdly off the nearby trees. After a minute or two of this, he let go of Naraku’s cock, lifting Naraku until he was straddling his waist, Sesshoumaru’s own cock pressing dangerously against his asshole.

Naraku smirked as Sesshoumaru pushed inside his dry asshole, not even bothering to stretch him or use any form of lubricant. The pain was sharp and immediate, but he paid it no mind, choosing instead to rise up on his elbows and scoot towards Sesshoumaru, causing the hard cock to slide further into him. Soon, Sesshoumaru was fully sheathed inside him, and only then did his eyes lose some of their focus. Sesshoumaru began to move, his thrusts hard and demanding, pounding into Naraku until the purple of his blood coated his cock. He paused then, red streaking through the gold of his eyes, as Naraku sat up in his lap.

“Oh, don’t stop on my account,” Naraku said, his chuckle a little breathy. Sesshoumaru repositioned his legs with ease, his hands coming down to grip Naraku’s waist, and immediately began pounding anew into his sweating body. Naraku smirked, even as he bounced up and down on Sesshoumaru’s cock. The lewd sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled formerly silent night, Sesshoumaru’s golden eyes turning redder by the second.

Sesshoumaru didn’t notice a tentacle extract itself from Naraku’s back and snake around his side, until he felt his own ass being violated. He grunted, pausing mid-thrust to slice through the offending limb, only to have another replace it. Two more tentacles sprouted out of Naraku’s back to join the former, all three cramming themselves into his dry ass until his blood ran down to the ground. He apparently decided to ignore this intrusion, as he resumed his thrusts, the tentacles slipping further inside him, matching his pace.

Again and again, he pounded into Naraku, and Naraku pounded into him. Soon, both were caught in the dastardly grip of pleasure. Naraku, with his head thrown back, sprayed both his and Sesshoumaru’s chests with his essence, tentacles also releasing deep in Sesshoumaru’s ass as Sesshoumaru came as well, a strained grunt the only other sign of his release. Both sat sheathed inside each other for a moment, panting, glistening chests heaving, before pulling out. Sesshoumaru was the first to get up, red and white fluid mingling to trail down his leg as he bent to retrieve his swords and the remainder of his clothes. He paused for a moment, staring hard at his enemy turned lover, before turning and walking away towards the newly revealed scent of his ward. Naraku sat, tentacles retracting into his back, content to watch him walk away. He would be back for more. The thought made him smile.

For scarletseraph's request @ LJ's fic_on_demand. http://community.livejournal.com/fic_on_demand/592350.html

It was too delicious to ignore. I've always wanted to write Nar/Sess, so I couldn't resist. I had fun writing it and hope you enjoy.

ZOMG MANGA SPOILER HERE

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Sesshoumaru gets his other arm back, so yes, that’s why I made full use of it here :3 He has another sword too, so that wasn’t a mistake either.