Down by the Water

= Down by the Water =

by Katalyst

Obligatory Disclaimer: Rumiko Takahashi owns Inu Yasha. I make no claims to it.

Warning: Uke!Sesshomaru and Seme!Naraku. Yes, I finally did it. Also, in this fic, Sesshomaru will be much more innocent than he is in my other ones. Not like shota-virgin-innocent, but the boy definitely needs to get out more.

But then, I think that anyway. :X

As always, thanks to Colin for being a good beta. *pets the twinchan* Especially on this fic, which needed it badly. I mean, god, writing yaoi hentai where at any moment you could find an 83-year-old grandmother blinking over your shoulder at it does terrible things to your grammar. :X ...Anyway, enjoy the smut ^^ And the re-appearance of Naraku's famous mystery!lube *cough* XD

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The world came screaming to a halt, the first time I really looked at him. My strength and senses almost failed me the first time he looked at me. My breath caught and the blood rushed to my face, and my heart began pounding so fast that I felt light-headed.

When I left him that day, my skin felt too tight, my chest constricted. I felt like I would burst with every breath, and it was such an unfamiliar sensation that it frightened me. I was, though it galls me to admit it, scared of meeting him again, of feeling that way again.

By all rights, he should have been nothing but a half-breed to me, not worth my time. Certainly he was not worth the lengths I went to avoid him. I deliberately evaded him, throwing myself into my duties, even passing up opportunities to challenge my hanyou brother for our father's fang, for fear of encountering him. He was dangerous, I knew it to the very core of me. He could consume me, if I wasn't careful, if I wasn't strong enough to resist him.

I knew this, and I feared it, though I claimed to fear nothing. And then, one day, he sought me out.

"I knew I'd find you here." Those simple words sent a wave of shock through me unlike anything I'd ever experienced, and I looked behind me for him so quickly that the world spun.

He was watching me as I bathed. I stared up through the steam of the hot spring at him in disbelief. He smiled at me, and I could feel myself flushing.

He let his robe slide to the ground. My eyes followed it as it dropped to pool around his feet. He stepped into the hot water, sinking into it with a sigh and moving purposefully towards me. His hair floated around him, black waves almost indistinguishable from the surface of the water.

I watched him warily, unsure of what to do. I didn't even realize I was moving away from him until my back was pressed to the rough rocks.

He raised a hand, and water dripped from it. The noise seemed unnaturally loud. I jumped as he placed it on my shoulder. The steam practically concealed his face from me, even though we were less than a foot apart. He was terribly quiet, not saying a word, just studying me. I couldn't even hear his breath, just the noise the water made as it rippled between us. He could have been a ghost, or a dream. But he wasn't.

I was blushing again, and my heart was beating much too fast, and I desperately hoped I was wrong in the frantic conclusions that my mind was jumping to, that he only wanted to talk, (but why was he so quiet?) or was just here to bathe, (but then why was he looking for me?) and god I hoped that he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, that he would blame the heat of the water for my reactions.

But what if he -wanted- to provoke those reactions out of me? I shivered at that thought, despite the overwhelming heat of the water that was making me sweat and grow dizzy. (just the water, nothing else, damnit!) I wanted to pull away, to command him to leave me, but my chest was tight again, as was my throat. It was become difficult simply to breathe, and I was getting lightheaded.

He paused for a second, considering me, and then slowly moved in further, closing the slight gap between us. The motion didn't surprise me, but I flinched slightly anyway, drawing in my breath sharply. Oh, god, my suspicions were right. I needed to push him away, to sink my claws into his throat and make him sorry for ever touching me.

I needed.... the thought quickly fled as he brought his hands up to run over my skin possessively, pushing me into the wall almost roughly as his lips to slid over mine.
The kiss stunned me. Of course, I had kissed others before, but very few, and never another male. He took control of my mouth and my very breath, leaving no opportunity for protest.

Gods, it made me melt. I felt my resistance, such as it was, start to fall away, and suddenly I was kissing him back, savoring every second of it, losing myself to it. To him.

Dangerous, so terribly dangerous. My mind clamored at me with all sorts of logical warnings, but my coherence was quickly slipping away as his hands moved lower, and he leaned down to taste the skin of my neck.

I was panting far before his hands reached their destination. When they slid between my legs, I was moaning, little half-vocalizations that I tried to choke back, to deny, with little success.

And then, when I was weak and trembling with the heat of it all, he pulled me away from the rock he had pinned me to, out of the spring. I followed silently, too dazed and wanting to care as he laid my body out underneath his. The coolness of the ground made me tremble.

He smiled at me then, a lazy, superior smile, that made my stomach turn as he continued to caress me, leaning over my body proprietarily. His hair fell over me, wet black curls that stuck to my skin. I looked away, at anything but his eyes.

He still had that smile as he reached into his robes, lying forgotten next to me. I watched him pull out a small vial, and open it, pouring the contents into his hand. He grinned at me as he slowly dropped his hand between his legs, preparing himself.

It was a surprise when his fingers entered me. Whatever was coating them made the skin it touched tingle, and I moaned again, twisting underneath him. He took advantage of that, leaning down to kiss me, again with that knowing look in his eyes. I closed mine, blocking it out. Blocking everything out except the shivers that gathered in my spine, so much stronger now as he slowly entered me.

One of his hands worked their way between us to stroke me, making me want to scream with the intensity of the sensations. I think I did scream when they finally overwhelmed meavieaving me dazed, exhausted.

He was not affected like I was. He rested for a minute after he had finished with me, breathing heavily, then leaned down to lazily kiss me once more before he pulled away, leaving me cold, shivering.

I watched him as he got dressed, not wanting to move at all. He watched me too, never taking his eyes off me. He just surveyed my breathless, lethargic state with a familiar, smug twitch of his lips. Before he left, he retrieved my kimono from where I had neatly folded and placed it, draping it over me with a mocking tenderness.


God, I hated that smile.