Untouchable

Untouchable

The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the shadow of Naraku’s disgusting face. His vision was still blurry and unfocused, but he knew it to be the dark hanyou. The stench was unmistakable.

“Bastard,” he growled dangerously, baring his fangs. “I’ll tear you apart!”

He struggled, and Naraku laughed derisively. “I’m afraid that I’m the only one who will be doing any tearing today,” he said in his smoothest voice as he ran a cool finger down the youkai’s exposed abdomen. “I have you effectively restrained, and unfortunately for you, the potency of my poison seems to have taken its toll.”

Although he was not yet able to see it, Sesshoumaru could hear the smug smile in the hanyou’s voice and wanted to rip it off of his face so badly he could already taste the filthy blood filling his mouth. Mustering all of his strength, he strained against the bonds which held his arms above his head and his legs slightly apart, but to no avail. Naraku was right; it appeared that he was completely at his mercy.

Sesshoumaru sucked in his breath as he felt fingers on the crack of his ass, and wriggled his hips in protest as he felt them push between his cheeks to press up against his anus.

“Ahh, so eager! All in due time, my dear Sesshoumaru!” Naraku chuckled, fully aware of the youkai’s discomfort. Withdrawing his fingers, he brought his face close to Sesshoumaru’s and took the youkai’s jaw firmly with the hand he had just used to violate him. With a long silky tongue, he licked between the stripes on Sesshoumaru’s cheek and brought his lips to his elfin ear.

“I will make you want it,” Naraku murmured, his velvet voice rumbling deep in his chest. “You will beg me for it, and I will make you mine forever.”

Sesshoumaru’s golden eyes burned with hatred. He could see Naraku more clearly now, his hair tied back with a paper ribbon, his blood red eyes gleaming with delight as he watched Sesshoumaru’s gaze travel over his unclothed form, his tentacles holding him firmly against the cold, wet stone.

“You planned this!” Sesshoumaru spat, unable to believe the realization he had just come to. He had walked right into a trap that Naraku had devised specifically to isolate and capture him. Unbeknownst to him, he did not seem to be as immune to Naraku’s miasma as he had previously believed himself to be, and the hanyou had been counting on it.

“Kukuku!” Naraku giggled wickedly, concealing a devilish grin behind his hand. “You catch on quickly, youkai,” he said, swiftly resuming his look of smug satisfaction as he bent his head towards Sesshoumaru’s body, on his hands and knees. “I’ve wanted you for a long time, and now I have you. Now… where were we?”

Catching a nipple between his lips, Naraku was surprisingly gentle as he kneaded and teased the youkai’s sensitive flesh with his teeth and tongue, culling it into a taut little peak. To his horror, Sesshoumaru’s breath caught in his throat as the hanyou suddenly sucked part of his pectoral into his mouth and allowed his teeth to scrape the wet skin upon its release. How could he be enjoying this? The indignity of being captive to a lowly half-breed was bad enough, but to have it compounded by being forced to endure pleasure… and liking it. It was more than he could bear. It was…

…Unbelievable.

Naraku’s hand was now between his legs, his fingers digging deep to cup his balls and roll them gently, pressing them with a flattened palm against the base of his stiffening shaft.

Traitor.

He could feel the hanyou’s smile against his skin as he gripped the quivering organ and lazily began to stroke it, while in contrast his kisses were becoming increasingly fervent, increasingly… vicious. Teeth scraping and biting up Sesshoumaru’s collarbone to his neck, Naraku shifted his body to hover over the youkai’s, just out of reach, and Sesshoumaru shivered as he felt the hanyou’s hard penis brush against his own. The heat of his enemy’s skin was like a drug his body seemed to crave in the cold clamminess of the cave, and Sesshoumaru found that he was arching his back in an attempt to claim some of it for himself, but to no avail.

Naraku chuckled against the youkai’s neck as he nuzzled beneath his jaw. “Ahh, starting to respond so soon! Sesshoumaru, you surprise me. A good surprise.”

With that, the hanyou brought his penis against Sesshoumaru’s straining organ, and let his balls slide tantalizingly over the youkai’s tight shaft, smearing them with evidence of his arousal. Raising his head from the crook of Sesshoumaru’s neck, Naraku watched with lust-filled eyes as he gripped their two lengths in one hand and began to pump them in unison.

It did not take long. After a few smooth strokes of the dark hanyou’s hand, Sesshoumaru’s body convulsed and the tentacles holding his arms and legs groaned under the strain as his seed arced and spilled over his belly. Naraku shuddered and closed his eyes. Having seen and felt the youkai come so magnificently, he was too close to his own completion to stop. Sitting back, he pumped his hand furiously, his crimson eyes focused intently on the exhausted youkai beneath him. Finally, his jaw dropped open almost as if in surprise and ejaculate exploded all over Sesshoumaru’s chest in long, wet ribbons.

Naraku collapsed on the stone floor and Sesshoumaru, covered in the seed of his sworn enemy, swallowed what was left of his pride and turned to him. “Now you’ll release me?” he panted, still breathless from his orgasm. His arms were beginning to cramp and the stone slab was becoming increasingly cold against his skin.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, youkai,” Naraku smiled, making lazy circles with his finger in the pools of come on Sesshoumaru’s abdomen. “This is only the beginning.”