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That was corny…
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Chapter 3- Submission"Few of us have vitality enough to make any of our instincts imperious."
-George Bernard Shaw
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Inu-Yasha awoke with a pounding headache. He groaned and rolled over- only to find an incredible stiffness in his limbs. He growled in agitation, raising himself up and waiting for his foggy eyes to clear and his surroundings to shape themselves.
It was still day…. He had a gut feeling not too much time had passed. He stood- and nearly fell as his vision spun, head reeling. He cursed under his breath and tried again, more slowly.
He felt oddly numb… something was missing. What was wrong with him? The room didn't look any different… he didn't hear anything unusual…
And then he felt it. His sense of smell was entirely gone!
He put his hands to his nose, alarmed, wondering what happened… and he remembered the herbs. Miroku. It didn't take him long to piece two and two together.
"Miroku… he's in danger…" his ears fell back as it dawned on him.
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"A familiar scent?"
Sango was sitting by the hanyou with Shippou in her lap and Kaede at her side. Kirara was curled up, alone, peacefully asleep and oblivious.
Inu-Yasha nodded. "I couldn't sense it exactly… it was so faint. But… there's a familiarity to it." He clenched his fist. "Whoever it was… they have Miroku."
Sango looked down. "…we can't just go off without Kagome-"
"But we can't just leave Miroku!"
Sango looked up, surprised at Inu-Yasha's sudden vehemence. He stood, making a fist, his golden eyes flickering dangerously. "Whoever has him knew I'd come after him- they left those herbs, and I'm sure they were left for me."
"Without your nose, you won't be able to track Miroku down," Shippou pointed out. "But Kagome might."
Inu-Yasha paused. "…why Kagome?"
"Well, Miroku is a spiritual man- more or less- right?" Sango began.
Inu-Yasha nodded slowly.
"Well, she might be able to sense his powers. It's our best option, until your sense of smell comes back. There's nothing more we can do for him-- he could be anywhere right now."
Inu-Yasha kicked at the ground, flattening his ears in frustration.
"Inu-Yasha," Sango's tone changed, and he looked up to see her standing. Her eyes had a peculiar, faraway look to them. "I'm just as worried as you are. Believe me."
Inu-Yasha growled under his breath. She was right.
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What in all the hells!?
The first thought than flashed across Miroku's confused and drugged mind was quite Inu-Yasha-esque. He tried to break away, but only succeeded in squirming.
He didn't have to wait long, for Naraku pulled away just long enough for Miroku to see a flash of his face- gleaming red eyes and a wicked grin. Then the hanyou lowered his head to lightly fang the skin of Miroku's neck.
"What are you doing!?" Miroku managed to yelp hoarsely, once he remembered how to use his tongue.
Naraku certainly knew how to do so- if the work on Miroku's neck was anything to judge by. He didn't answer for a moment, tasting and nipping the flesh, reveling in his exercised superiority. "What does it look like, monk?" he purred against Miroku's ear. The monk squirmed, but that just seemed to spur Naraku on. "You're helpless to resist me. You are at my mercy, Miroku."
Miroku's eyes burned fiercely- as well as his cheeks. It might have been the complete wrong time and place to blush, but he simply couldn't help it! His arch-nemesis was straddling his stomach, leaning over his chest and applying the most tantalizing ministrations to his neck that the monk knew the likes of.
It was far from unpleasant- not that he was enjoying it.
"Well-"
Naraku suddenly sat up, putting his full weight on Miroku's prone form. "Shut up."
Miroku obliged. He opened his mouth, as if to speak, and then shut it, and repeated the process. Naraku watched with vague amusement.
"Such pitiful creatures, you humans are." Naraku sat straight, but he didn't untangle his legs from Miroku's side. Rather, he shimmied down, ever so slightly, bringing his weight closer to a very sensitive area of the monk's anatomy. Miroku seemed to notice this, and squirmed again.
Naraku's eyes widened a bit- and then he smirked. Miroku paused, realizing what he'd just done. Naraku's position- legs splayed completely, wrapping almost entirely around the monk- made the constant struggles Miroku was giving brush up against Naraku's (apparent) arousal. He was bringing Naraku pleasure!
Miroku, for some reason, began to shiver, and glared at Naraku, though an irrational panic was rising rapidly in his chest.
"I can smell your fear, human," Naraku sneered. "Quite an intoxicating scent."
"What are you planning to do, Naraku?" Miroku hopped his assumption was wrong. This couldn't be right- why would Naraku…?
"Again that question." Naraku let his fingers slide up Miroku's chest, coming to rest at the purple bow that kept his robe secure. "Perhaps I should demonstrate."
In a swift, single motion, he undid the bow, sliding his fingers down under Miroku's robes. His fingers danced lightly over the monk's skin- damp with cold sweat, Naraku noticed with sadistic pleasure- and he allowed them to glide up to Miroku's throat.
Miroku's eyes were wide. His chest heaved; his irrational shaking grew in magnitude. Why couldn't he stop? What did he fear…?
Naraku shifted his weight, and opened the robes, sliding the purple material out on its own. He would have use for that later.
"I'll break you later. But for now… I plan to have my way with you." He pulled Miroku's robes completely apart (there was a dreadful ripping sound, though Miroku couldn't see what was going on, and certainly couldn't move to get a better vantage, he knew what that meant.)
Naraku shucked the remainder of Miroku's clothing- except for the sheath that kept his Kazaana under control. "Why are you shaking, monk?" Naraku sat back down, letting his long hair fall forward, half-shielding his eyes.
Miroku didn't answer, but shut his eyes tight. Please don't let this be what it looks like…
As it might be apparent, Miroku as not squeamish when it came to matters of intimate physical contact. But, despite his constant groping of members of the fairer sex, despite the constant enquiries as to whether or not they'd bear his child, despite his perverted and seemingly jaded manner, he'd never actually performed the physical act of love.
He was a virgin, in short. Miroku seldom let things rattle him… but finding himself in this position with Naraku was disturbing- wrong.
But all thoughts were cut off as Naraku delicately wrapped his hands around Miroku's member.
The houshi shivered. No. No, no, no.
Naraku smirked wickedly, his blood red eyes narrowed, and he unwrapped his fingers from Miroku. "What's the matter, Miroku? I thought you humans likes this sort of… temptation."
Miroku began to speak, but before he could utter a word Naraku had gone back to work, absently flicking his tongue over the tip of Miroku's growing (to his horror) erection "N-uhh…" he couldn't stop the strangled groan from arising.
"What was that?" the hanyou breathed against the wet, sensitive skin. "I didn't quite catch you."
Miroku gritted his teeth, his mind racing with confusion. What the hell was going on!?
Naraku only chuckled and continued to run his tongue along Miroku's length. Miroku's body went taut and he gave small, subtle jerks with each ministration. At one point, Naraku took as much of Miroku as he could into his mouth, and sucked, lightly running his claws over the tight curve of the monk's ass.
"Ahh!" Miroku's hips bucked, and he inwardly cursed himself for giving into Naraku.
At once, his enemy drew away, chuckling. "I see I've gotten through to you." He stood, his eyes hungrily roving Miroku's nude form, and stooped, picking a handful of herbs before lightly breathing on them, and once again pressing them to Miroku's face. "Sleep, once more."
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I hope that wasn't too terrible, for mah first… scene… **grabs her hair** I have no beta! Blargh! I do all my own editing. So… a. Review, if you're already not running screaming in the streets. **grins**