The fact that she was a lesbian, happily married to the love of her life straight out of high school and was an adamant supporter of all things pussy, didn't mean she couldn't appreciate the sight before her now.
Oh this would be a big deal on release day. The best of the best all in one room. The most sought after adult entertainers in the industry. She could practically see the money rolling in. Every lonely housewife, sexually frustrated obese bastard and teen with their parent's credit card would be purchasing this video.
She held the lens of her Sony Z150 Camcorder steady. Keeping her steps light and quiet as she walked around to get a better angle of the last scene of the video. Obara, Ban and Amano playing the roles of captive prisoners who were forced to pleasure the three sexy COs in a remote location of the prison. Her excitement zip lining straight down into her vagina. She couldn't wait to get home and sit on Kagura's face.
Inuyasha threw his hair up in a half-assed ponytail. His side locks framing his face: turning his head to better ogle his reflection. He couldn't wait to get home and take a real shower. His body was sore after days of fucking—his ass and throat weren't coming out to play for a good long while, thank you very much—and bending his body in all sorts of positions.
The check written out to him for this movie was well the discomfort however. Besides, could one really complain when they'd had the infamous Sesshomaru Sakai as their partner for a scene? They had both been in the porn industry for a while—he five years after the dog demon—and this was their first ever project they'd done together. The hanyou was pleasantly surprised he hadn't even had to fake any of what he'd been feeling while filming. It wasn't so uncommon for an adult entertainer to have to force themselves to orgasm despite not having the real urge to do so. Thankfully, he had no such problems with Sakai which was a rarity. As if the man had been determined to make him cum no matter how much back breaking fucking it took to make him come undone. The man was intense, he'd give him that. He felt an involuntary shudder zip down his spine and quickly reached for the green and grey backpack at his feet. Turning from the large mirror and heading from the room that had served as his personal space for the last few days. He opened the door, a cool gust meeting his face from the coldness in the large studio space. The large building used to set up the scenes for "Prison Playground". Nodding his goodbyes to some of the producers and editors as he made to leave. The people who dealt with the behind the scenes shit of the filming and profits. Waving with a smile to some of the workers as he watched them make to dismantle the props from the last and final scene of the video. Having made some new connections while working on this project and already some prospective scenes and movies were lined up for him within the course of the remainder of this month.
He finally pushed open the side door exit to the studio, looking to see the parking lot filled with vehicles but silent and still as everyone was still inside dealing with the wrap up of the movie. He made for his own car.
"I take I'll be seeing you again in a few months."
The hanyou whirled at that, not having even seen the silver haired dog leaning his tall frame back against the building's foundation. Noting the grey suit that melded to his athletic build. Watching him shove the cellphone in his hand into the front pocket of his slacks and leaving it there. Steady amber orbs looking back to him with a calmness that was almost eerie. His gorgeous face revealed in its fullness with the silver locks he possessed pulled back into a high ponytail.
So taken by the sight he was he uttered the only thing that came to mind: "What?"
Sesshomaru let his lips pull to the side in a small grin, watching the hanyou drink him in with his eyes. Completely unaware he did so as if slightly dazed. Only breaking out of his stare once he moved away from the wall, eyes snapping up to meet with his at his approach. Wary but unwavering as the dog came to a stop before him. A respectable distance between them but enough to feel the other's heat.
"They're already talking about a sequel." Sesshomaru went on to explain, taking in the features that added up to one very breathtaking sight. Even with the makeup gone from his face due to the filming. He preferred the natural glow to his skin. "My manager just informed me Kikyo's already looking to book us for the next installment. She has reason to believe this first film will do well. Is that something you would be interested in?"
Inuyasha shifted the strap of his backpack higher up on his shoulder, face thoughtful as he stared into the distance. Shrugging before turning to eye the man before him. "Yeah, don't see why not. If my booking agent can work out a deal like the first one, I'd be willing to come back." Taking Sesshomaru in with critical eyes before jutting his chin out towards him. "You. You coming back?"
"I am," the dog told him clearly as he stood there calm and collected. "Now that I know you will be."
His eyes narrowed some, face turning slightly as he eyed Sakai. "Why would my answer factor into yours?"
Sesshomaru closed that last bit of distance between them, his calm demeanor belied the predatory air that surrounded him and reflected in his eyes. It not escaping his notice the stillness that took over the hanyou's frame—breath in his throat as he met his gaze as if unable to look away—but not flinching away from the close contact.
"Maybe," that singular word blew over the tip of his ear in heat, Sakai's voice proving just as detrimental to his state of mind as his close proximity. Practically feeling the demon pressed into his side as he faced forward. Barely repressing the shiver that wanted to rake down his back. "Just maybe . . . I enjoyed myself so much I jumped at the chance of working with you again. What I can tell you to be certain is I wouldn't be nearly as interested in doing another film if you weren't apart of the production."
"What are you—" He took in a deep silent inhale, licking across his suddenly dry lips as he turned his attention onto the door to the studio. "What are you saying?" He asked in a whisper, this nothing like the man he'd let into his body these last few days. This wasn't scripted. They weren't being watched. As a pornstar, sometimes the lines were blurred in respect of others personal space. Not bound to such limitations as they'd grown used to being touched and touching. Yet, here he was. On edge while simultaneously hoping the demon would do something. Forgetting his earlier thoughts on no sex. His will crumbling as his mind thought to their not so innocent interactions. Growing damp as he was assaulted by the images and standing here like this . . . certainly wasn't helping.
Whether Inuyasha knew it or not, his face had taken on a tinge of a flush. His breathing noticeably more labored and choppy as he stared forward in anticipation. Lips pulled to the side as he bent down slightly, lips barely pressed against the soft ear. The hanyou's head tilting to the side with a sigh, yielding immediately at the contact as his lids lowered into a close.
"I could tell you," Sesshomaru went on to say as he spoke softly into one furry canal. "But I think I'll let you draw your own conclusions. Maybe you'll have figured it out by the time we next meet." A slight nibble to his ear that caused a ripple against his chest from the body pressed with his own before breaking away. Walking to his car at the end of the parking lot without a backwards glance to the hanyou he'd left wanting and waiting.
He turned around to watch Sesshomaru walk away once he registered him leaving his side. Teeth grinding as watched the demon walk away without a care in the world. "Just who do you think you are, huh?!" He yelled at his back, his words having no affect as the dog gracefully lowered out of sight into the black luxury vehicle. Letting out a shriek of frustration that he would later deny ever having left his lips when thinking back to this moment. He turned with jerky steps to his own car, throwing his backpack into the passenger seat before peeling out from the lot.
Stupid, arrogant, gorgeous jackass, he thought with clenched fists. Having half a mind to turn down the offer for the next movie if only to get back at the demon. But already knowing he wouldn't. Damn him and his curiosity.
Damn he was definitely going to feel this tomorrow but this was Heaven. Hands pinned above his head against the mirror's glass as his whines were muffled by another insistent pair of lips. The wolf's soft lips and demanding tongue making taking in his next breath more difficult but he wasn't complaining. The faint grunts his pointed ears picked up only serving in making his body more heated. Immediately throwing his head back against the mirror, licking his lips at the delicious friction taking place down below. Koga's face finding a place against his neck as he pounded his hips into him. The vanity set banging into the wall but neither took much notice.
Chest heaving as he felt his orgasm start to wash over him, the hands that held his wrists together firm as he squirmed. The wolf demon's large frame keeping him pinned while in between his legs. The quiet grunts more frequent and in his ear now as he felt Koga spill inside him. The pistoning hips jerky and slowing until the demon came to a stop with panted breaths. Kissing him as he stayed seated in his pulsing heat. Finally releasing his arms and he brought them around the other's neck. A hand resting on the side of his neck as they traded sloppy lazy kisses.
Opening his eyes as Koga finally pulled away before proceeding to pull his limp member from out of him. A small hiss leaving him at the gaping feeling it left behind along with a slight delicious burn. Watching without an ounce of shame as the wolf tucked himself away back inside his black slacks. His muscular torso shrouded in a black button down. The sleeves rolled to his elbows. His locks pulled back into its usual ponytail. Holding on with both hands at suddenly being taken in the grinning wolf's arms and promptly placed on the carpet. "Thanks," he muttered with a small laugh as he bent down for the black jeans that lay discarded nearby. Quickly tugging them up his hips as he added: "I swear I feel like a child around you." The difference in their size was ridiculous. Turning to the mirror with a raise of his arms as he focused on getting his hair into some semblance of order. Taking out his shoulder length sandy locks before placing it back in a tighter ponytail. A smile followed by a faint chuckle at feeling Koga press against his back. Watching him nip at his neck through the mirror before wrapping his arms around his waist.
"I wouldn't go that far," Koga finally said after pulling back some. "The things we do ain't real kid friendly." Grinning at the laugh that made the fox's emerald orbs light up. "Besides, you feel perfect to me." A tightening of his arms backing up his statement. Expecting another one of Shippo's laughs but was unprepared for the smile on his face to gradually disappear. The look in his eyes one he couldn't place before the fox ducked his head.
He took a deep breath, but it didn't loosen the tight squeeze in his chest at hearing the wolf's words. Some of the things he said sometimes . . . he wondered if Koga knew how much his words could be taken to mean something else. The fox knew he didn't mean anything by it and tried not to read too deeply into it but it wasn't easy when it was exactly what he was dying to hear. But not if Koga didn't even think to filter the words leaving his mouth. Not when he didn't mean it in the way it sounded. But he knew it was just how Koga was.
"What. What's wrong, Shippo?" His words immediately earning him a head shake as the sandy haired man made to break from his hold.
"It's nothing, Koga. We should probably head—" Keeping his eyes trained onto the closed door of his dressing room instead of the ice blue he felt staring down into the side of his face. Words stopped on his lips as the dark haired demon curled his clawed digits around his elbow, immediately ceasing his attempts at freedom and earning his green eyed stare. Coming up short at the serious eyes that met his. Koga's face one of open contemplation.
"Don't try to say something isn't bothering you. I thought you'd at least be able to talk about it with me." Squeezing the arm he held gently. "After these past few days . . . I was hoping . . ." Trailing off at seeing he had the fox's undivided attention and nerves kicked in.
"Hoping for what, Koga?" He whispered, watching the internal struggle take place in those light orbs. His heart was pounding like crazy but Koga gave no signs of hearing it. Wondering if . . . just maybe . . .
"We should . . . we should probably go so you don't miss your plane." Pulling away with a clench of his teeth, berating himself for being such a scared little bitch. But damnit if the idea of rejection from the smaller man didn't make him want to flinch. Shit, he liked Shippo more than anyone could have anticipated when filming began. The late night dinners they invited the other to every night. The laughing and the flirting back and forth. That could almost be considered a date but neither one had put any labels on it. Secretly dreading when the fox would return to where he was based in America. They hadn't even had sex—aside from filming Prison Playground—until just recently. There certainly wasn't any real reason to do so, they weren't getting paid for what they did behind closed doors. But knowing Shippo would be returning to his home in California now that filming was done . . . simply put, he'd wanted to be with Shippo in that way again before they split up.
Totally missing the flash of disappointment aimed at his back while deep in his thoughts. Shippo releasing a breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding. Pulling it together at his cellphone ringing and he brought it to his ear.
"Yeah . . . Yeah I know. I'm on my way now. I'll see you in a minute, Soten. Alright."
Turning to Koga at seeing the demon make his way back over to him. "That was my manager," Shippo told him, not sure if he'd picked up on the conversation or not. "She's waiting outside to make sure we don't miss our flight."
Koga nodded, lips thinning into a straight line. "I'll walk you out."
"You don't have to do that." The fox demon said quickly.
"I want to." The wolf replied quietly without hesitation, leaving no room for doubt. Shippo turned away from him, hating the conflicting emotions warring inside him. Not wanting to read into something that wasn't there. Blue eyes latched onto Shippo's back at the weird behavior but he followed him out without a word. The silence between them loud as it'd been flowing conversations between them nonstop since meeting one another. But he had no idea what to say. Well, that wasn't entirely true. He knew what he wanted to ask. To ask Shippo to stay in Japan. At least a while longer to explore the connection he was sure they'd found. But the words just wouldn't come.
Their eyes met only twice as they walked through the studio, and awkward stretches of lips at an attempt at a smile made a home on both of their faces. Both rather focusing on saying their goodbyes to the people they'd worked closely with the last couple of days before they eventually reached the exit. Giving a single nod of thanks in the wolf's direction as he walked through. Seeing a few cars were missing as they ventured further to meet the black limo slowly creeping its way up from the other side of the parking lot.
"Where are you parked?" Shippo asked only to disrupt the silence, watching Koga tilt his chin towards the white 2016 Chevrolet Camaro a bit further down to their left. The fox nodding his head at the familiar car before turning to eye the limo that finally crawled to a stop beside them. The back door being pushed open from the occupant inside and he walked forward, coming to a stop behind the door as he turned to see the wolf slowly trailing behind him. Face holding a hardness he hadn't seen in all the time they'd been amongst the other's company. Well, maybe that was for the best. He'd gotten open from all their time together and would deal with the aftermath of that fact in his own time.
"Well . . . this is me," the fox said after a moment, his fingers thrumming across the hood of the limo, needing an outlet for the nerves plaguing his system. Biting his lip at seeing Koga nod his head, face never changing as he pulled his hands out from his slacks.
Shippo stuck his hand out, aware of the eyes and ears around them. Better to part this way than filled with hope. "It's been fun." He said truthfully, referring to their time on and off the set, offering a smile he had no idea came across as strained but he didn't want the sadness to overshadow him in this moment with the wolf.
Koga looked down at the hand thrust out his way before staring into mesmerizing green eyes. Reverting back to business after all their days spent getting to know one another. And the idea of going back to that felt all kinds of wrong. He already hated seeing Shippo leave, he didn't want this to be how they parted too.
Koga reached out for his hand and the hold he'd been expecting was something else entirely. His forearm caught in a gentle but firm grasp as he was drawn forward and he didn't even think to question it. Caught up in bright blue before lips crashed into his own. Warm hands ran up his back and he was a goner. All his attention focused on not being swept away. This was . . . so intense. So completely different from their past moments. It was getting harder to stay grounded and not focus on the ridiculous beating in his chest. Feeling Koga mesh closer with him until their was no space left.
The wolf tried to shove everything he was feeling into that kiss. Everything he couldn't find the words to say. How he'd felt things he'd never felt in his life and how he was loathe to let it go. That he was willing to walk down a path that never held much appeal before but now . . . all that seemed possible now since meeting the sandy haired wolf and the thought didn't send him running for the hills. The undeniable chemistry between them and how well they complimented one another . . . How well Shippo fit in his arms . . . It wasn't fair but somehow he hoped the fox could sort through all he was trying to say because he didn't even know where to begin.
He opened his eyes to see cool blue watching him and the wolf's lips left his own. His eyes roaming over Koga's features for any hopes to figure out what incited that small spark of fire. His could already feel his lips swelling but the tingling outweighed the discomfort. "Koga. What . . . what—"
"Take care of yourself, Shippo." The fox stilling at the unreadable look drilling into him, a squeeze accompanied to the back of his neck and watched as well as felt Koga pull away. Turning to watch him walk toward his car, mouth hanging open uselessly as he got the feeling their was something he should say but as to what that was . . . that escaped him.
He ducked his head, finally settling into backseat of the limo and felt his manager's red eyes staring a hole into him. "Something between you and Wolfe?" Her voice low, sending a raised brow his way.
He turned to the ebony haired woman as the car lurched forward. "No. There's nothing between us, Soten." It hurt a bit just to admit that.
She didn't look all that convinced as she settled back into the plush leather. "If you say so." The thunder demoness drawled before taking her cellphone in hand. "We have so much to do when we get back to Los Angeles. You've already got people reaching out to get you in a scene. Even Kikyo's already . . ."
He tuned her out, he didn't mean to, but his mind was focused on trying to make sense of that kiss. Koga seemed so desperate. The way he'd held him . . . as if he were the most important thing in the world then. He'd never felt anything like it before and had no idea what it meant. All he did know was how it made him feel. His chest felt tight just imagining never seeing the wolf's signature grin again or feeling those arms around him. What'd if he'd found that one in a million thing? Back in the studio, Koga had seemed to struggle with his words. He'd even thought for a moment Koga would say what he wanted to hear. That he felt whatever it was between them. Was Koga just as nervous and excited about it as he was? And that kiss . . . Gods, that kiss. Was he really willing to just let that slip away? He wasn't willing to live with the 'what ifs' and never knowing what could've been.
"Stop the car," he leaned forward in his seat to tell the auburn haired driver, ignoring Soten's spluttering as he turned to push the door open. Eyes frantically searching the parking lot until he spotted that head of black not far from his car.
Koga pocketed his cell, stunned at the news he just received from his agent. That Kikyo was looking to book him for another film that would serve as a continuation to Prison Playground. The same cast. Which meant if Shippo accepted he'd get to see him again. He made to climb into the driver seat of his Camaro but turned at the sound of his name. Brows meeting in the middle at seeing the sandy haired man partially standing from the limo he climbed into.
"The weather's great in Los Angeles this time of year," the fox yelled his way from further up the lot. "I can send a ticket for you and you come see how I live for a few weeks."
It was almost scary. The grin that found a way onto the wolf's lips and showed no signs of dying down. Stuffing his hands in his pockets as he tilted his head back some. "I can buy my own ticket. All I needed was an invitation."
A grin to rival Koga's finding a home on his lips at the words that carried back across to him. "Well you just got one." The saucy words followed by a bite to his lip as he settled back into his seat. The door shut behind him before the limo started moving once more. Turning to the thunder demoness with an innocent, "What?" spilling forth at the knowing look she sent his way.
She shook her head before settling back with a cross of her legs. "Didn't hear a word I said." The smile on her lips saying she was more amused than irritated by that fact. "You would've seen him again in a few short months. Kikyo wants you to come back for the next installment of Prison Playground."
His brows shot up. And here he was thinking he'd more than likely never lay eyes on the wolf again. But he was glad for how it turned out anyway. He'd rather not have to wait months to see Koga again.
The dark haired wolf watched the limo finally pull out from lot and merge with the traffic. Turning to get into his own vehicle and head for home. Shippo had taken the initiative this time—but now that he knew Shippo had enjoyed himself just as much as he had with their time spent together—he had every intention of sweeping the little fox off his feet. He had the green light and wouldn't hesitate again.
He waved to the brown haired set designer at the goodbye she sent his way before finally leaving the studio. Seeing the sun was making to disappear from view. Only a few cars were left as just about everyone had left now that production was wrapped up. Seeing his 2017 BMW HP4 Race and tilting his head with a furrow of his brows at seeing the hulking figure perched against the black piece of machine. Making his way forward and a smile found his lips at recognizing the spider. Watching the man straighten out at his approach. An imposing figure with a large body mass and an abundance of tattoos on his biceps that ran down to his wrists. Long curly ebony tresses pulled away from his serious eyes. Hair in a plait that hung down his back. A dark brown leather jacket left open to reveal the plain white long-sleeved tee underneath. Dark blue jeans hugging his sculpted thighs.
Looking every bit like a thug but was a gentlemen at heart. Which in the raven's opinion, was the best. Kinda like having the best of both worlds.
"You alright?" The hanyou asked him in a slight laugh, a charming smile pulling his lips as he stared at his no doubt noticeable careful gait. Moving too fast caused the soreness in his backside to flare up to uncomfortable levels.
"That last scene was brutal," his voice a soft moan as he looked to the skyline, raising his arms above his head in a stretch and missing the eyes that drifted down to latch onto the milky skin that peeked out from the dark shirt that rode up higher on his waist. Falling back down as he turned back to look at Naraku. "And your not exactly small." He said with a pointed glance at the man's groin that only served in pulling a self-satisfied grin onto the hanyou's lips to which he promptly rolled his eyes at.
Naraku chuckled as he stared at the dark haired beauty. "I was under the impression you enjoyed it more on the rough side." As that laid with the raven's appeal in his films. A large part of his fan base lived for his dark, sadistic persona while in front of the lens. Every insecure dominant's nightmare and the more submissive man's wet dream. But he knew their was more to Miroku than what he let the world see. Which he was clearly able to see more than others due to being able to see past what lay at the surface. Him being judged for his tattoos gave him that insight. That wasn't to say their weren't any genuine characteristics in his role. It just wasn't all he was.
Miroku shrugged. "I'm not complaining, not really," Nothing a nice, long soak wouldn't fix. "It was a lot of fun." Pausing as he took in the man with new eyes. "I'm actually impressed you were able to keep up with me so well. Some have a hard time keeping up once they realize I'm not the type to just lay back and moan for the camera." Laughing to himself as he thought of some of his past costars that still refused to this day to shoot another scene with him. Had hated he challenged them. But Naraku had done surprisingly well to not have been in the industry as long as some of the more requested entertainers tended to be.
"Wasn't anything I couldn't handle." Naraku responded coolly, feeling a phantom pain tease around the base of his dick just thinking of their final scene in Prison Playground. Missing the knowing flash in those blue orbs. Not knowing the demon had witnessed how he'd walked off from their last scene. Miroku turned his head with a smile, bypassing his opportunity for revenge. He could've stated how he'd witnessed the gingerly placed steps as the spider walked off to his dressing room. Knowing his groin must've been killing him after the intense riding of the spider's cock he put on him. He made sure to give just as good as he got.
"You know they're already talking about a sequel?" Miroku mused, not seeing any surprise spark at his words. "You going for it?"
Naraku offered a lazy raise of his shoulders. "More than likely I will. They seem so sure this first one will do well. Are you not going to do it?"
"Yeah. I guess I will." The demon smiled, cobalt orbs shining with mirth. "Hope you don't mind being stuck with me again."
"Heh," the spider grinned, but it didn't match the seriousness in his eyes. "Wouldn't have it any other way." Only reason he had seriously considered it was learning that they'd have the same partners. Kikyo claiming the chemistry on set was too good to mess up by having them switch it around.
Whatever had been lurking in his reddish orbs was gone so fast he wondered if he'd imagined it but knew that couldn't be the case. Because the feeling it left behind was still there. Looking off from the hanyou as he attempted to reign in his scattered thoughts. "Don't take this the wrong way, Hashimoto . . . but what are you still doing here? I thought you'd left already."
"I was hoping you'd wanna join me for a drink. You weren't in your room when I went to find you earlier so I thought I'd wait for you."
"Like a . . . like a date?" Bringing a hand up to rub at his elbow, still unable to meet the eyes of the man in front of him.
The spider tilted his head at the odd tone the raven spoke in, not willing to believe their was a shy bone in Miroku's body. Especially not after everything they'd done in front of dozens of pairs of eyes. The discomfort clear in Miroku's form for his eyes to see. "Yeah. It's usually the best way to get to know someone you like."
He whipped his head at that, mouth hanging uselessly at the small smile sent his way from the handsome spider. "I like you too, Naraku. I do, really. And going out with you . . . I don't wanna mess up the easy thing we have now." His voice tapering off towards the end, his eyes willing the hanyou to understand.
"I get it, Miroku. I'm a grown man. I can handle a rejection. I thought maybe . . . I don't know what I thought." Running a hand through his bangs and straightening out from his perch against the motorcycle. Maybe he'd misread what was between them. "Be safe on your way home, Miroku." He told him before making to walk past the oddly silent raven.
His eyes lowered a bit at the dismissal. The air about the hanyou a bit dejected despite the words that left his mouth. Staring forward at the setting sun without really taking it in as Naraku's shoulder barely brushed up against his own. His woodsy scent filling his nose as he passed him by. "So that's it, huh?" He asked, his eyes oddly starting to sting as he stared out into the horizon. "I turn you down and suddenly we can't be friends anymore?" Finally turning around to eye the broad back turned his way before the hanyou came to a stop. Turning around to meet his stare before slowly traveling back to close the distance. Raising a hand up to tuck a stray strand of ebony back behind one pointed ear. Closing his eyes at the trail of heat Naraku's touch brought to his skin and opening his eyes at feeling the hanyou pull away. Seeing steady red eyes staring down into his face.
Naraku saw this. The slight turn into his touch. Something he didn't even think the raven was aware of. One moment he felt as if he were so close . . . only to be presented with that guard that came up whenever he got anywhere. "Your still a mystery to me, Miroku." He admitted to him after a silent moment.
"Naraku . . . I don't date." He told him, revealing his truth. "It's not you, okay? I've been through some things and I don't want to feel that way again." He rushed to get out with unapologetic eyes. "Because if I take a chance on you and it doesn't work out that would hurt. When emotions get involved . . . that complicates things. And I don't want that with you." He breathed with a shake of his head.
That's why he seemed to hold him at arm's length. Never able to close that last bit of distance. He was terrified of taking a chance on something this intense in case it backfired in both of their faces. He wasn't so willing to ignore the tension between them. "So your only brave in front of a camera."
His mouth fell open in shock, offended beyond belief and it soon showed on his face. "You are such an asshole." He cried in hurt as well as anger. Making to move away from the spider but soon found an arm encircled behind his waist. "I'm trying to tell you how I'm feeling and you shove it back in my fac—mmph."
He didn't give in immediately nor did the hanyou expect him to. Feeling the rain of blows against his chest that gradually gave way to hands clutching his jacket in between his hands. The raven's lips soon moving against his own and hearing as well as feeling every little moan that left the demon's mouth. He only broke away for need of air, taking one of Miroku's hands in his own while keeping him flushed against him. "You would deny that?" Feeling the almost desperate hold entwined with his own fingers. The ragged breath as Miroku fought for air. The palpitations of his heart unpredictable and racing. "You would deny us this?" He demanded with a squeeze to his hand.
"Naraku . . ."
"Would it help if I told you I only had good intentions?" Naraku cut in.
"You don't wanna be my friend? I could be a really good friend." He whispered, scared out of his mind because he felt his seemingly solid walls beginning to crumble. The sun disappearing from the world's view and sending a slight breeze over them.
"I know myself well enough to know any friendship between us would be sabotaged by me, whether I was consciously aware of it or not. I would ruin it without meaning to. Not when all I'd be able to focus on is this connection we seem to share. It sounds selfish, but I can't be just friends with you, Miroku." Voice apologetic as he offered a light squeeze to the hand he held. "I want to be your friend, Miroku. But not just that. I don't mean to pressure you—"
"It's a little too late for that." He cut in with furrowed brows, though the heat in his words were severely lacking. "So your saying you can't be friends with me without it being more . . . and I guess a part of me can understand that. But that's not a decision I'm ready to make tonight or even days from now. So I'm gonna need some time."
"How much time?"
Miroku pursed his lips in thought, the studio catching his eye and he turned to stare up at the spider. "I won't deny their could be something more between us, if only because you won't let me." He said with a smile before continuing on. "These past few days have been some of the best. But you know like I do that when sex is involved it makes everything that much more confusing. Good sex can make you see things that aren't really there. Let's see how you feel about me after a few months apart. If you still feel the same by the time we see each other again, I'll give you that date."
Naraku thought over his words and couldn't find any fault with it. He could've argued how he was grown enough to differentiate emotions from sex but really couldn't find the urge to do so. A few months would be over in the blink of an eye and if this was what Miroku needed to feel comfortable with whatever they did, then so be it. He couldn't help but think the raven had made it a bit easier than it'd had to be.
The dark haired beauty returned the smile that took a hold of Naraku then, leaning up at the kiss the man sought. Quick but no less telling and the spider finally moved away from him, taking his heat. He missed him already. Smiles on both their faces as the hanyou turned to walk away. Their wasn't anything left to be said.
The figure disappearing in the cover of night and he could only hope he wouldn't be disappointed at their reunion.
Not what he'd hoped for but the promises were just as satisfying. He was looking forward to crossing the line into uncharted territory. He wouldn't stop until he had the raven's affections. He enjoyed the demon behind the lens more so than the one in front of it. The Miroku people didn't get to see: that's who had him wrapped around his finger without knowing it. The raw, vulnerable and surprisingly soft raven. That's who he would gladly fall for.
To be continued . . .
AN: That's a wrap! See you in Vol. 2.