Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, so there's no way I can make money from this drabble.
Warnings: Erm. This is actually rather dark. Miroku is not in a good position. I don't know how to classify this. Very dark and headed toward rape, possible torture...and character death. Naraku...is...ermm...yeah. I couldn't actually bring myself to fully write that scene...but maybe in the future? In any case, please heed the warnings on this particular drabble.
Rating: Very much M
Saku's Halloween yaoi themed prompt:
Naraku/Miroku- "The Operation" by Charlotte Gainsbourg (song can be found at YouTube). And It wasn't only blood that turned Naraku on, but also the fear that one had when his life was in peril.
The Inu Drabble Chocolate Box Series
"Drabble 3: Naraku 1" by Yo on 11.7.12 at about 275 words
The hatred, the icy scream for Naraku's blood in those dark, dark eyes as the hanyou held the damned monk down…it made Naraku's heart race. The hatred was such an aphrodisiac to him… and that fear lurking in the depths of Miroku's eyes…that was what really turned him on. A huge smirk painted itself across the hanyou's face—bright as the full, silver white moon hanging in the dark sky above them—and he inched himself closer to the naked, bloody man beneath him. His breath was warm against those ravaged lips that were a straight, hard edged line of defiance. Naraku clenched his knees tighter against the monk's waist, driving himself against the man's groin, emphasizing who really held the power in this moment.
They were surrounded by the hollow darkness…and miles upon miles of forest. Nothing could be heard out in the forest as if the creatures of the night knew there was a greater monster among them. Naraku smiled even more at the thought of those creatures holding their breaths, trying to go unnoticed, trying to evade his senses…because he was that monster.
"I'm going to kill you, houshi, right after I take you and break you. You'll die knowing and hating that you are mine," Naraku hissed into Miroku's ear, making the human unconsciously shiver.
Miroku grit his teeth harder and shut his eyes tight, refusing to say a word. The monk jerked his head away from the hanyou's mouth, unwittingly giving Naraku his neck. Naraku sank teeth into that vulnerable flesh.
Miroku screamed, and Naraku cackled against the man's skin, black-red blood dribbling down his chin and shining in the moonlight...
Owari (on this drabble anyway, probably)