Song of the Caged Blackbird
Abby Ebon
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Harry Potter' or 'Naruto'. Or 'InuYasha'.
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Note; I found out something mildly important about Itachi. He is a slut. -Nods- Although...that's not entirely a bad thing...smut Itachi/Miroku ahead. You have been warned.
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Black Flame of Amaterasu
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At the stench of blood, InuYasha woke – as didShippo, who stared wide-eyed at Itachi as if he had carved up Kouga's legs. Fool child, Itachi's lip curled at the thought – if he had intended to kill someone he would not make it so public unless it was necessary. Kirara was next to wake, taking it upon herself to wake the humans with her insistent mewls.
"Kouga…what happened to you?" Kagome asked, Itachi remained silent as the demon again explained what had happened while Kagome, and the monk, Miroku went about healing him. He did not need the Sharingan to know that Kagome intended to keep Kouga with their group, or to know that InuYasha was not pleased by this.
Itachi found he did not care, he held the hilt of Miyabita Shi, and wondered where it was that Kikiyo had gone to that had been more important then safe guardingKouga and his Shikon no Tama shards fromNaraku.
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"Itachi…" InuYasha half growled his name, as Itachi had been tuning the collative group out since they'd been discussing what to do – there had been talk of taking Kouga back to Kaede's village.
Though, when considering how short they were on time, this had been dismissed – how they were going to take Kouga with them (because they certainly couldn't leave him here, as it was against their "pure" morals) was the next topic being argued out; Itachi had only to glance at the half-dog demon boy to know he wanted something from him.
He wasn't surprised, tilting his head; he acknowledged the group, focusing his attention on InuYasha. He realized they had been silent for quite some time, likely InuYasha had nearly been at the end of his temper.
"We need you," the words were spat out, reluctant, and Itachi nearly chuckled to hear InuYasha say them, "to show us where you found Kouga." He was gritting his teeth, Itachi had a feeling this "asking nicely" was Kagome's idea, he resisted the urge to tease, or otherwise aggregate, InuYasha. Instead he merely walked into the forest, expecting to be followed. Surprisingly, it was more effective in pissing off InuYasha then any mere set of words.
Within half the distance to where he had found Kouga, Itachi was considering killing Kagome just to spite InuYasha who was clearly enjoying this form of round-about revenge. The girl whined about everything – bugs that she didn't see, how far she had to walk, homework (as if that was important while wandering around in a demon infested forest), looking and smelling "clean", what her friends were doing – what her family was doing. If at any point Itachi could have forgotten she was from the future, he would have been grateful. He couldn't – it was impossible. He almost felt bad for Miroku, who had tagged along and was the one most of these comments were being directed at. He didn't care if the monk was a "pervert", he had the patience of a saint, and so far if Itachi were to kill the group, he'd let Miroku live, just as a common kindness for having to deal with her.
Without causing blood or screams (he was partly disappointed in this, but it was just as well) they arrived, where he got the pleasure of seeing Kagome turn a pasty white. He wondered if she'd puke. Then he turned his attention to their surroundings, it would not be wise to let his guard down in such a place.
Miyabita Shi seemed to "sing" in agreement and approval at the edges of his mind, the "noise" made him tense – he had not expected it, having gotten used to the silence the sword gave off.
If this was what Harry had to deal with on an everyday bases, Itachi almost felt bad for him. Itachi liked his privacy, and Miyabita Shi was anything but "private"; to have a bond with such an inanimate object (most especially a weapon) was...odd. He had always thought the same of Kisame, but it had never interfered with the other mans ability – if anything it had improved his worth to Akatsuki.
It still disturbed him, to find an ally of those he was traveling with, injured so close to where the others camped. It was as if it had been setup as a trap. Or to taunt them with the knowledge that they were helpless. It was why, in the hush of the night – he glimpsed two orbs, burning with blue flames like eyes glaring at them from the darkness of the forest.
Wary, he glanced to the others to see that both Miroku and Kagome had noticed, and looked as if they were in a trance. InuYasha shared an almost panicked look with him (he was hoping his expression was "neutral alarm"), before going to Kagome's side and touching her shoulder. She looked to InuYasha, but he could tell that she wasn't there – she didn't recognize InuYasha. Something was wrong.
"They…they almost seem asleep." InuYasha murmured, looking to Miroku, who seemed only to breath, staring ahead into the darkness. Itachi didn't like this new development in the least. The two "flames" split into six, swirling about and if Itachi didn't know better, he would have thought he heard hushed whispers, and laughter. One set of six moved away, deeper into the forest – Miroku followed it obediently, Itachi took a step after him – he wasn't about to let the only one of this group he liked become demon chow.
"Stay with Kegome –try to get her back with the others, once she's away from those," he nodded to the swaying blue glittering fireballs, "she should be alright. I'll be back with Miroku." Itachi came as close to promising to bring the young monk back –alive- as he had ever done since leaving Konoha.
InuYasha didn't look as if he was about to trust him, truthfully, Itachi wouldn't have trusted himself either – but InuYasha had little choice. Itachi went after Miroku, intent on getting his "human buffer" back - alive. Miroku stopped, after they were away from the others – even out of hearing and smell of a half-demon, Itachi was sure.
"Why do you possess this monk?" Itachi asked, careful to avoid using Miroku's name. There was a certain power with knowing names. Besides, the question was directed more toward the burning blue orbs that hovered and swirled about behind Miroku. He didn't know how he would be answered – if he would be answered – but it was clear that Miroku had been used as bait.
"He, and the girl, are… sensitive – yet their ability to protect themselves makes them all the more vulnerable." It was Miroku's lips and voice, but Itachi knew it wasn't really Miroku, there was certain blandness, and more then a little arrogance.
"To what?" Itachi thought he knew, but it would be just as well to have it explained to him. Demons were like people in one aspect – they over shared information. Itachi was intent on taking advantage of that.
"I am a lust demon; this body is young, desirable. You are part demon; feeding sexual energy from you would be…a pleasure." Possessed, Miroku licked his lips, eyes lowered, as his hands played at undoing his robes, untying the fastenings at the side of the cloth, so it hung loose, exposing him, Itachi realized all Miroku would have to do is shrug his shoulders to be free of his clothing.
"You assume I will take advantage." Itachi murmured, not at all pleased with this – while he was, distantly, attracted to Miroku – he wanted nothing to do with what possessed him. An understanding passed between them, the burning blue orbs flickered in indecision.
"I will give his mind back – I only need to be near to feed, this is what I offer you." It was a deal – he could fuck Miroku – save him, for he did not doubt that there would be some twist. It could not be as easy as the demon laid it out to be. He would not give up his prey merely because his "victims" were squeamish about rutting.
"If I refuse?" Itachi asked, his eyes narrowed at the three burning blue orbs that were the "lust" demon, he loathed to be taken advantage of – manipulated - so blatantly.
"I will kill him; I have already let one escape from me this night." With luck, that "one" was Kagome and InuYasha – they had been closer to the edge of the woods, something told him that this demon dared not roam beyond that line of trees. Even so, Itachi was barely tolerated by the group; he could not go back to them only to report one of their own dead. Worse, he needed their help – they knew this place, knew who their – his – enemies were. For now those enemies seemed one and the same.
"You have a deal, demon." Itachi spat the words out, loathing that he was controlled as a pawn so easily.
"Very well – I will let…nature…take its due course." Possessed, Miroku smirked, knowing damn well why Itachi was reluctant and, likely, finding it "amusing". Hissing under his breath, Itachi vowed to see this demon dead. It was likely weakest while feeding, it would not expect an attack with them distracted.
"I-Itachi? What, what's going on? Why are we out here?" He could tell it was the real Miroku who spoke, could tell that he was a bit confused over the fact his clothes were undone and they stood facing face to face. It would be a short distance to close in on Miroku – to kiss him.
"Do you not remember? You wanted to see where I found Kouga. A…lust demon…has infected you; it wants us to…fuck. It warned me that if we do not, it will kill you." Itachi explained, finding the situation awkward and uneasy with the silence that hovered between them. Worse, he had lost sight of the burning blue orbs.
"That…actually explains something." Miroku mused, sounding almost relieved. As they had nothing to be relieved about, Itachi raised his brow, letting his Akatsuki robes slid down one arm. He supposed they could lie down upon it – though it wouldn't keep the scent of what they had done off of them. InuYasha, at least, would be aware – Kouga would likely know as well. Itachi only hopped Shippo was too young to recognize such things.
"Such as?" Itachi drawled, when it became apparent Miroku wasn't going to say anything more unless prompted.
"Why I…uh, don't get me wrong, you scare the shit out of me – but I'm not usually into the whole kinky part of being scared." Miroku muttered, flushed, Itachi felt a chuckle build and choked it down. This had to be done swiftly, knowing Miroku was scared of him, though did not assonate that fear with arousal he felt tightening his skin (likely a result of the presence of a lust demon) was amusing, but would not be useful to saving his life. Itachi was fairly certain he only had a certain amount of time before the lust demon took matters into its own hands. If it had hands.
"Do you consent?" Itachi asked then, ignoring what Miroku had told him for now seemed to be the best course of action. He had to know if this was going to work, if not he was not above using his Sharingan to manipulate the situation into something he could work with. He was going the "easy" way because he did not want Miroku to suffer, but if Miroku did not want this – he was not about to take advantage.
"What – oh! Uh, guess I haven't got much of a choice, do I?" Miroku seemed to catch on, and smiled sheepishly, his eyes ran down the length of Itachi's body – he always felt exposed when he unfastened the Akatsuki robes. He had never liked the feeling, but knew it was necessary to continue in this…action.
"It is still a choice." Itachi commented, annoyed that Miroku seemed not to consider this.
"Yeah, thanks for that. Yes. I consent." Itachi glanced up to see Miroku slip out of his robes with a shrug, walking towards Itachi with a dark gaze that seemed almost...hungry. Itachi felt suddenly trapped with Miroku's flesh against him. Boldly, the other man kissed him, heat tightening his chest, made him gasp. He had thought he would be the aggressor, he had never considered Miroku to take the lead.
Long fingers lifted the back of his fishnet shirt, tugging it upwards. Itachi got the hint, and shrugged out the shirt, letting it fall carelessly to the forest floor. Miroku did not hesitate when his scars and other injures that were a matter of course for one who lived the sort of life that Itachi did, touching his bare skin, fingers paying along the dusting of hair – Miroku's warm mouth enclosing his nipple, sucking on it – teasing it with teeth and tongue.
Itachi felt dizzy – intoxicated to the point he wondered if he had been drugged, he blinked to awareness when Miroku slid a long fingered hand into his pants, unfastening them, playing with the sensitive hair along his navel. He couldn't help but shiver when the cloth slipped away, his skin exposed – he was vulnerable, he had never been so vulnerable. He shook with fear – with need – when Miroku teased the sensitive flesh of his member. Dark eyes watching Itachi, as if waiting – if he was waiting, Itachi did not know for what.
The tip of a finger scrapped along the flesh of his entrance – all too suddenly he knew, he would dominated, as Miroku seemed to know what he was doing, Itachi tried not to let this bother him. It was wiser to learn from experience then to suffer for Itachi's ego.
"Is this your choice….do you want this?" Miroku murmured into his ear, lips touching the shell, teasing the sensitive flesh there. Itachi shuddered, closing his eyes to feeling, finding his own answer among the chaos of his own mind and feelings, as it threatened to drown him – it was Miroku who held him steady, who seemed to be the calm in the middle of the storm.
"Yes." Itachi's voice was shaky, not at all like what he remembered he sounded like.
"Good." Miroku muttered licking from his ear to his jaw. Then with mischievous eyes, the monk sunk to his knees, so he faced Itachi's loins. He smirked up at him, watching Itachi as his tongue snaked out, licking at the tip, swirling about until Itachi felt dizzy at the sensation.
He remembered gripping Miroku's hair, the silk like strands tangled about his fist in a grip that Miroku would not be going anywhere anytime soon. Above him, Itachi shuddered, half gasping and letting out breathy moans of encouragement. He had never felt anything like this. He realized as his hips arched and his neck tilted back, that he wanted more, even as he came into Miroku's mouth.
Miroku held him up, easing him to the ground, sprawled on his Akatsuki robes, half on Miroku's lap; he weakly realized Miroku was still hard. Itachi looked up at the other man, sweat glistened along Miroku's skin, Itachi didn't know why –or how, but it was like Miroku had a haze of light settled over his skin. It did not hold the lust demons blue taint, so he knew that was not what he was seeing.
Miroku ran his long fingers through his hair, and Itachi realized the position he was in. He faced Miroku's still throbbing groin, feeling awkward – and not entirely certain of what he was doing, he hesitantly set his lips to the warm hard flesh before him. Miroku watched him, seeming to savor the sight, as Itachi licked and sucked, teasing with teeth, until the gentle grip on his hair tightened and Miroku shuddered, gasping, as he came hot, and tangy in Itachi's mouth.
They didn't speak as they dressed, though Itachi would occasionally catch Miroku watching him as they walked out of the woods. Before they reached the edge of the woods, he paused, remembering he had vow to fulfill, his hands formed seals, and if he smiled a little ruthlessly as he spoke the words, Miroku never mentioned it.
"Amaterasu." Black flames took the forest, targeting the lust demon, though uncomplicated in nature, taking what lay between it and its goal.
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Note; …don't ask I really don't know why I wrote this chapter as I did. I don't think Itachi is more submissive, just inexperienced…