Difficult Not To Feel A Little Bit Disappointed

by The Voice in the Wilderness

Naraku and Kikyou; who is the sadist, who - the masochist? Who is the predator, who - they prey? Is there a difference? I don't think so... the true prey of the sadist is another sadist - for what pleasure is there to be had plundering a willing soul?

Title: Difficult Not To Feel A Little Bit Disappointed
Fandom: InuYasha
Author: n0t_again
Chars/Pairs: Naraku/Kikyou
Genres: Introspection/Hentai
Warnings: probably not enough sex, however rough and implied as it is. The problem with fetishes is when they're not there, it's damn hard (haha nice Freudian slip) to get your groove on good; this is my years of vanilla Ma-and-Pa bedroom antics speaking... title gleefully borrowed from "3 Libras" by A Perfect Circle, which I do not own. Nor do I own anything InuYasha, nor is any infringement intended or is any money being made from this exercise in boredom.
Word Count: 432

Summary: Sometimes the way to get what you want is by not fighting... but for others it just p*sses in their Wheaties. Forgive me, I am very, VERY rusty from disuse.

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"Callous little bitch – come here to me!" My hand striking out in slick red anger or desire, sprawls your quiet retreat neatly upon the cold floor. Woman, you are a prize I have only to stoop to conquer and your disregard is like fire in my bloody eyes and now, my hunger is nothing to you, is it, Priestess?

Like the Spider I am, I crawl across you, a shocked foot in my tingling hand, an abraded knee in another until by handfuls, I've draped myself over your silent angry form. Those scuffs upon your high, noble cheek will most likely swell and bleed, like my cock within the icy prize of your purity and bitch, you have no idea how badly I want to win this battle!

Eyes of a fallen angel, eyes of a tragedy gaze coldly against the pounding lust in my raging skull, burning out the back of my own eyes. The showdown of our wills, your cold disdain held in quivering traction by my own searing form, both of us naked upon the floor, drawing the same breaths, the same air into two bodies in gyre – is now making the desire to kill you, fuck you, break you quickly unstoppable. Do you really know nothing of pinions of my evil soul, Kikyou?

Apparently, you know everything and the hate that roars up my spine is your noose around my neck, your collar my black hybrid heart must endure; it's the fetish of my soul.

You turn your cold eyes and become flaccid in my snarling captivity – like so much cold, dead yet all-too...fuckable... meat. Shuttered from what I want I can only withdraw and savor the bitter dregs of my own adrenaline...

"It's difficult not to feel a little bit disappointed, isn't it, Naraku?", you quietly ask in your grayest voice, devoid of all empathy. Kikyou, who would guess you were a student of irony? You can only play oblivious so many times... yet each time I came back for more...

My wordless snarl is the only kiss you will allow my to lay upon your pale neck. My name encompasses Hell but my own hell is now need, need, need... bitch, how I need you! I cannot defile that which is no longer there to be marred. Flaccid and frustrated, I melt back into the darkness and don't see the sadistic little smirk that flies across your face as you turn your head away.

But I know it's there, woman and that keeps me coming... and coming...

word count: 423