Containment

Slap

The heavy sounds of labored breathing and the slapping of slick skin could be heard echoing throughout the corridors of the dungeons below Naraku's castle.

"You… certainly are… my favorite new toy," panted the half demon as he pulled out of the sweaty man beneath him, only to ram his engorged penis harder into the demons cum sodden portal.

A muffled cry of pleasure escaped through the gag tied tightly around the other demons mouth as his hands flailed about in hopeless pursuit of something solid to grab hold of. The only tangible object located inside the cramped, damp cell was the chain attached to the demons handcuffs.

Grabbing hold of the rusty chains, the demon held on as Naraku's unrelenting pace continued despite the obvious exhaustion that plagued both men.

Naraku's incessant sexual fortitude sent continuous shocks of ecstasy exploding inside the demons mind as euphoric sensations of pleasure pulsated throughout his body. Spreading his legs farther and resting his head in the crook off his elbows, Sesshomaru thrust his hips backwards as Naraku pushed himself deeper inside. The pleasure was so intense, so overpowering, that Sesshomaru didn't know if he wanted cry out in protest or moan like a whore for more.

The demon vaguely realized that something was wrong with that very notion.

Peering through his heavy laden eyes, the demon noticed that his surroundings, what could be determined that is through the heavy gloom, were foreign and familiar all at once. He couldn't recall why he was here, in what appeared to be a cell, but he could remember that he'd been here before. How many times, he didn't know. And that was what struck him as foreign.

Off in the near distance, the demon could make out bright rays of light cascaded down from a tiny barred window far above his head. Because of the heat and humidity, mist coiled about the falling rays.

Slowly but suddenly questions started forming inside the demons jumbled mind. Where was he? Who was he? Who was this other person?

The demon turned his head in a cautious manner to the right, twisting the ligaments in his neck to the limits of their ability as he considered, as if for the first time, the man behind him.

It was then that their eyes met, crimson clashing with rustic golden. How familiar those intense eyes seemed! How strange that the demon couldn't place that intimate gaze, so familiar yet completely implacable.

Suddenly all thoughts of the unnamed form ceased to matter in Sesshomaru's mind as very tangible, very recognizable, feelings of pleasure pulsated into the his penis.

That well placed detour into the mind of the demon was not a coincidence. No, far from it. Naraku, his devious mind always ablaze, could sense the effects of his spell weakening as Sesshomaru again found a way around its barriers. Always the improviser, the half demon did the only thing time and a rapidly weakening spell would allow, he forced Sesshomaru's mind away from the truth his thoughts were wandering down.

Willing Sesshomaru's thoughts away from self discovery, Naraku traced a slick finger along the slit of the demons throbbing penis. The half demon shuddered with victory as the Sesshomaru began pumping his hips in tune with Naraku's stroking.

"What am I going to do with you?" chuckled Naraku in a quiet voice. Every mind fuck, every tormenting punishment Naraku could create in his hellish mind never quite made it up to par when concerning the inexorable mind of Sesshomaru.

Everything but this, mused Naraku as he let go of the demons sex only to roughly pull the gag from Sesshomaru's mouth.

To be honest with himself, this sexual encounter had been a spur of the moment type experiment, one, that when considered, seemed slightly appealing. Naraku had oftentimes caught himself pondering the idea of what it would feel like to take the demon, feel the tight passage of encompassing muscle as he slid his swollen cock inside, experience the texture of another beings cock as he slowly ran his lips around the head and slide his tongue along the shaft, drinking up every last bit of cum as it shot off inside his mouth.

They were strange thoughts to be having, Naraku realized this of course, but it had always been in his nature to be a little… deviant. And during his first mind numbing fuck with the demon, Naraku had come to the conclusion that dominating Sesshomaru would not be a one time thing.

No, by doing this Naraku would be able to purge his homosexual desires while effectively tormenting Sesshomaru with new heights of torture. Killing two birds with one stone, wasn't that what the humans called it?

Unfortunately Naraku's spells, binding spells subtly woven around Sesshomaru's spirit, were proving ineffective as time and use wore down there usefulness.

Unfortunately it had taken many months of agonizing frustration for the spells to weave their poison around Sesshomaru's powerful defenses. And the spells were now proving to be ineffective! If anything good had come out of that useless time spent it had been the hours Naraku exhausted while spying on his new pet.

Yes, in those weeks, Naraku had discovered every aspect to Sesshomaru's personality. He knew what buttons to push in order to get the desired response and when to back off if pushed too far. His moods could be determined with a simple glance into the cell. Naraku now prided himself on his ability to read Sesshomaru, the demon who claimed to have no emotions.

But by far the most rewarding, most self satisfying moments with his pet occurred mere moments after a beautiful fuck.

His emotions, laid bare after the spells had weakened and his clouded mind could once again remember, were so pure and unhindered. The helplessness, the hatred, and finally the fury…. In these precious moments the proud demon would be consumed by the weight of his shame as his mind recovered.

They were moments too priceless to let go. Too priceless, repeated Naraku as he purposefully reached out with a sweaty palm to finger one of Sesshomaru's aching nipples. Using his nailed fingers, Naraku rotated between rounds of pleasure and pain. Deftly rolling the hardened areola until it throbbed or pinching the sensitive pebble until Sesshomaru gasped.

However, sensing that the stunning creature beneath him was close to completion, Naraku reached up to grab a handful of silky silver hair, quickly increasing his pace as the other demons intake of breath caused his throbbing erection to twitch.

"I'm going to enjoy watching you cum in my hand while I fuck you like a bitch," rasped Naraku as he gazed into brilliant golden eyes, the color of sunset.

An overwhelming need to see those dazzling orange eyes overtook Naraku who quickly flipped the man beneath him onto his back. The lost, lustful luster that dulled the orange color into a simmering brown fueled Naraku's need for the sexy demon. Positioning himself for entry, the half demon thrust into Sesshomaru with wild abandonment, secretly knowing they both enjoyed it a little on the rough side.

As if agreeing with that secret statement, a silent moan slipped through the demon's mouth as he thrust his hips forward, tying desperately to reach his peek as the mind numbing pleasure tortured his exhausted body.

Naraku's mind took note of that breathy moan, recorded it to memory, and let his eyes feast upon the image of Sesshomaru's parted lips. A surreal feeling, as if gazing upon a dream, overwhelmed Naraku then as he was transfixed by the vision of Sesshomaru's statuesque face. A force that could only be described as otherworldly seemed to posses Naraku's body for the cynical half demon found himself desperately needing to taste those pedal like lips as his body descended upon the demon.

He stopped himself halfway, forcefully berating himself for even thinking of such nonsense.

What was wrong with him!

Obstinately, Naraku formed the last traces of resistance against his traitorous, clouded mind, a feat in its self, as those same tempting lips puckered with growing arousal.

Naraku again found his control slipping and silently cursed his growing weakness towards the exotic demon. Deciding to throw caution to the wind, Naraku lowered his lips to suck, tentatively at first, upon the demons plump bottom lip. The soft fullness that met his questioning tongue caused a sigh of contentment to stir in Naraku's chest.

Quickly he snuffed out the ridiculous notion and instead focused his mind on the strange feelings of Sesshomaru's lips. They were pliant yet firm, yielding yet teasingly exotic.

Never before had Naraku experienced the taste of a kiss.

Deciding to test the waters further, Naraku looked into Sesshomaru's clouded eyes. In their depths the half demon could discern all forms of emotion. There were no accusations, no outrage for such a blatant act. Lust and desire flared defiantly in those orange orbs, challenging, no pleading, with Naraku to do his worst.

Naraku decided to take the plunge.

Sliding his tongue across the soft folds of flesh, Naraku deepened the kiss by plunging his tongue into the wet caverns of Sesshomaru's mouth. Eagerly compiling, the demon parted to the touch, meekly at first but eventually gaining dominance as primal urges soon gained dominance over his mind. Gently but firmly Sesshomaru took hold of Naraku's quivering flesh, sucking lightly on the sensitive tongue before delving into the depths of the half demons succulent mouth. The kiss, which at first began out of curiosity, soon bloomed into a passionate embrace as each man battled for dominance over the other.

His reasons for never participating in such an intimate display suddenly forgotten, Naraku was at a loss as to why he would have never preformed such an act in the past.

This was the beginning of their shared hell. This was Naraku and Sesshomaru's first kiss.

Switching gears now, Naraku, still gazing deeply into the demons beautiful eyes, reached between Sesshomaru's legs to cup the underside of Sesshomaru's penis in a phantom like grasp. Guided by pure instinct, Sesshomaru found himself lifting his hips in an attempt to gain more contact from the pleasant, albeit featherlike caresses.

"Determined little whore aren't we this evening?" baited Naraku who nevertheless replaced his warm hand on the underside of Sesshomaru's erection.

Sesshomaru only gazed up at him with that provocative glare of his.

Naraku silently wondered if Sesshomaru realized the depth of his folly. Did the demon realize that by continuing to defy him at every twist, he in turn continued his own enslavement? Surely Sesshomaru realized that he was only attacked to those who possessed a defiant, strong willed spirit.

Forestalling those troublesome thoughts for a later, more appropriate time, Naraku removed his hand from the apex of Sesshomaru's thighs to grip at the demons shoulder. With his other hand, he deftly guided his swollen penis through Sesshomaru's tight ring of muscle, savoring the feel of its protesting tightness and slick passage. Fiery tingles of pleasure erupted from Naraku's loins as his sex was completely enveloped in a wet sheath of velvety satin.

Contented to just lay with his pet, his sex sweetly enwrapped inside Sesshomaru, Naraku gazed longingly at the demons well muscled body. His stomach was nicely proportioned with the rest of his deceivingly delicate body. Two rosy peaks jutted out from well chiseled pecks, brazenly wishing to be explored and tasted.

Lowering his mouth onto one such peak, the demon blew softly on the areola, watching as it reacted to the stimulus. Intrigued as it flared to life, Naraku closed his wet mouth around the base of the rosy nipple, slowly but firmly tracing his tongue along the outer rim. Quickly he alternated his tracing to the tip, sucking hard until it throbbed and ached. Using his other hand, the practiced half demon teasingly stroked his clawed forefinger across the budding tip of the opposite peak, bringing it to attention as he rotated between gentle pinching and sensual stroking.

As Sesshomaru fidgeted under Naraku's probing, the half demon recalled the day he had finally caught the formidable demon. Oh how he'd praised his good fortune, competent in his ability to destroy any obstacle. Naraku smirked as he recalled his frustration and utter bewilderment when every attempt to break the powerful demon proved ineffective. The power to manipulate and control was forever at his fingertips, but, like so many times before, within an inch of his grasp.

Unlike Naraku, the demon was still unclear as to how he had come under the care of such an evil half demon. Large holes remained in the events leading up to his capture and no matter how hard Sesshomaru tired to remember the memories continued to elude him.

Flashback

As Sesshomaru ambled his way along the dirt path, sounds of birds singing and insects chirping flowed evenly throughout the forest. The demons body, despite the serene atmosphere, was tense, clashing profoundly with the quiet peacefulness of the surrounding area. Another attempt at finding the elusive Naraku lay in failure. No clues, no new information to his whereabouts, no nothing. Sesshomaru found himself clenching his fists in frustration as he made his way down the path to his awaiting party: Jaken and Rin.

"Sesshomaruuuuu-samaaaaaa!"

The muffled sound of high pitched wailing brought Sesshomaru out of his thoughts as Jaken rushed through the bushes, followed by Rin riding on Ah Un.

"Sesshomaru-sama please don't leave me alone with this blasted child anymore!" whined the little toad demon, "Her incessant chatter is enough to drive even the most tolerable of men into madness!"

Sliding off the two headed dragon, Rin rushed forward, the customary smile adorning her features. Barely inches from her intended target, Sesshomaru distanced himself with a sizeable leap, settling into a defensive posture as he landed. A strange smell, not unlike Naraku's, was emanating from the small abomination. It was subtle, capable of fooling any lesser demon but distinct enough for Sesshomaru to know that this creature was not his innocent Rin.

"Who are you?" demanded Sesshomaru. From the looks of it the creature didn't appear overly powerful, but Sesshomaru knew that appearances could be deceiving.

"What are you talking about Sesshomaru-sama?" The odd look his master was casting upon Rin caused the little demon to retreat a few steps. Had his Lord somehow gone senile? Surely Sesshomaru, of all people, should know who Rin was; he saved her from death after all.

The small child feigned innocence as she batted her big brown eyes towards the towering figure.

"What's wrong with you Sesshomaru-sama? I know your trip to find the demon Naraku ended in failure but please tell me you haven't, in your obsessive madness, mistaken me for the awful demon!" Rin's voice cracked with what appeared to be budding despair as her voice faded.

"What have you done with Rin, Naraku?" Sesshomaru didn't have the time or the patience to deal with one of Naraku's weakling incarnations.

In a flash of movement the creature was upon Sesshomaru, clawing and raking its transformed claws down the side of Sesshomaru's body. Hidden toxins poured from the sharp talons and into exposed flesh as they bit deep into the skin, momentarily stunning Sesshomaru.

Dancing away in a fit of movement, as if the hostile act had never taken place, the little demon glanced back at its handiwork with a smug smile on its face. Nothing could have survived that attack.

Well, you can imagine its surprise when the creature turned around to see Sesshomaru still standing.

Crouching with silent disbelief that someone had dared try to attack him, had that little imposter just assaulted him? Sesshomaru quickly realized that something was wrong. Focusing his attention on the cuts and abrasions, Sesshomaru's demonic senses could discern toxic chemicals seeping into his open wounds.

The areas where the fatal poisons had infected with their touch began to numb the skin and surrounding appendages. Sesshomaru's left arm twitched violently in a fit of spasms as the toxins ran their deadly magic down into his now aching fingers, numbing his entire arm in a matter of seconds. All about the gashes, veins infected with the poison soon began pumping tainted blood all throughout Sesshomaru's body, creating a lightheaded lethargy in its wake.

Sesshomaru new better than to show his mounting distress and fighting off the dizziness, lashed out at the wiry incarnation with the glowing tail of his energy whip. The first strike hit harmlessly wide and before he could get in another shot the incarnation was rushing towards him.

His vision blurring, the scene before him darkened and swirled into an all consuming curtain of blackness, sporadically becoming clear and then fading back to dizzying nothingness. Nausea racked his body and tingles of pain raced down his left arm and chest as the poison infected everything in its path.

The demon sprang upon Sesshomaru then, latching its clawed fingers around his neck, twisting and tightening to the limits of its strength.

Orange eyes bled to crimson under the immense pressure as Sesshomaru fought to keep his human form. There was no way in hell this disgusting reincarnation was going to get the privilege of seeing his, Sesshomaru's, true form.

Steadying himself between the fits of nausea now reeking havoc throughout his body, Sesshomaru reached a trembling hand around the little demons neck, effectively grabbing the pest around its vulnerable wind pipe. Sharp claws pierced flesh and veins as Sesshomaru's clawed hand dug deep gashes into the sides of the things flesh. Slowly, agonizingly, he increased the pressure of his vice like grip, crushing arteries, bones and muscles in the process. Blood poured from the wounds and formed little rivulets of crimson trailing down Sesshomaru's arm. What little protest Naraku's fledgling could muster slowly began to quiet as the agonizing pain in its neck overwhelmed it's every thought, its very being. The pain bloomed into a blinding rose of unbearable pain that soon consumed its entire body. Waves of mind numbing agony pummeled its head in aching flashes as massive amounts of life giving blood descended like water to the grassy floor.

Throwing the dying thing away from his vicinity, Sesshomaru pulled out Tokijin, though it was hardy needed, and pointed the tip at the withering ball of wretched waste.

"Tell your master I'll be seeing him very soon." stated Sesshomaru in even, deadly tones, despite the heavy toxins pounding through his body. Pure determination was the only force keeping him standing. Pure determination at seeing the incarnation dead.

Lifting the sword towards the clear sky, Sesshomaru brought the powerful sword down in a blinding arc, disintegrating everything in its path, including the dying demon.

With his last reserves fulfilled, Sesshomaru found himself falling into the black abyss of unconsciousness.

End of Flashback

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