I'm aware that I'm chickening out in this chapter. Don't kill me?
I'll use Catie's excuse... too focus -too- much on the sex would be to detract from the core of the fic... it's all about the emotion, rather than the... yea, you guys aren't buying it. ._.; Suffice it to say that this was a hard chapter for me to write. :/
Anyway! Thanks to Colin, Catie, and Tdei for beta-reading... and thanks to everyone for being patient. I know my writing pace has sucked lately, and I'm sorry :/
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Quickly, Miroku ripped himself away from the kiss, pushing away from the youkai with all his strength and mangling to stumble back a few steps. Disgustedly, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
The demon shook his head, clearly amused, and stepped forward, reaching for Miroku again.
"Don't touch me."
A thin eyebrow, arched, and Naraku caught the human's wrist, though he tried to pull away again. "You didn't seem to mind just a moment ago."
"That was then," Miroku gritted out between clenched teeth, testing the youkai's grip.
Naraku smiled then as he twisted the monk's wrist viciously. With a choked cry of pain Miroku followed the movement, falling heavily to his knees. A hard shove sent him toppling back, gasping as the youkai settled on top of him, mouth lowering, sliding over Miroku's jawline.
His hands were pinned firmly, pressed uncomfortably down on the hard wood of the bridge by Naraku's. The youkai leaned over him, and his hair fell around them in heavy waves, blocking out everything, all of the light, except the occasional hint of moonlight that struck Naraku's face, highlighting his lips, his eyes as his head dipped lower and lower...
There was no sound either, except their breathing and Naraku's tongue darting out to slide wetly along Miroku's lip.
He clenched his jaw and turned his head to the side, avoiding the contact as best he could.
One of Naraku's hands had loosened its grip on his wrist, falling to his waist. It was warm and strong, caressing him through his clothes lightly. It tickled, made him tense up. "Stop." His voice was firm, commanding, but the fact that he was shaking belied it.
Lips trailed down his neck, a whisper of silken skin and hot breath and Miroku couldn't keep from trembling when Naraku stopped to nibble at the skin delicately.
The demon's hand pulled at the simple knots of his robe, allowing it to fall apart, his hand resting hotly on the human's hip. Miroku twisted, trying to pull his clothes back on with his free hand.
A low growl made his hair prickle, and teeth slid roughly over the lobe of his ear, a warning. Biting his lip on a low cry, he let his hand fall back down, limply.
"You can't fight this." The words so closely followed his realization, that for a minute, he didn't realize that Naraku had actually spoken them. He closed his eyes.
Naraku's mouth slid down, uncomfortably hot as it trailed over his collarbone, tongue flicking out into the hollow at the bottom of his neck. Long, delicate fingers splayed over his chest, toying with a nipple softly, eliciting a muffled gasp from Miroku.
The youkai leaned up, catching Miroku's mouth in a hot, slow kiss, deceptively gentle, and despite himself he could feel himself weakening, trembling with more than just revulsion. Hands drifted lower, pulling his legs apart and up, slid between them.
He groaned into the kiss as Naraku's robes brushed against him almost teasingly, stroking him gently as any lover had in the past.
The youkai pulled back, chuckling, fingers trailing sensuously over Miroku's hip, sliding slowly, maddeningly lower, pausing so close, but entirely too far. He whimpered, holding perfectly still, while low in his ear, the demon's deep voice made him shudder. "Perhaps I'll keep you."
Lips slid over his skin, hands, unhurriedly seeking out every sensitive spot, every cry he had in him. Toying with him, until he writhed in the demon's arms, then taking him, quickly, almost harshly.
Miroku felt his control shatter, and he was sobbing into the demon's shoulder, crying out with the absolute intensity of everything - where physical sensation and emotions bled in to each other, so that he couldn't tell what he was feeling, could only breathe, deep rasping shudders, as the waves crashed within him again and again.
And suddenly it was over.
He was cold.
It was the first thing he noticed, the trembling of his limbs that had nothing to do with hate or fear or pleasure or the sick twisting of his stomach, but rather the cool night air.
He could feel warmth radiating off the youkai who still held him loosely, and though it felt like he was freezing, the heat made him nauseous. He closed his eyes, trying to stop shivering. Shut them even tighter, as if it would wake him up. The arms tightened around him, drawing him closer.
A hand reached up to his cheek, brushing away the tears that still leaked out of his eyes. Lips pressed to the skin, gently, but the claws stroking the skin of his back belied the gesture that might have otherwise been comforting.
He was shaking, and he couldn't stop. Naraku shifted around him, scooping him up into his arms, standing. Miroku let his head rest on the demon's shoulder, distantly thinking that he should do... something. He was tired though, his eyes drifting shut, though he tried to keep them open.
Naraku laid him down inside the palace, pulling a heavy blanket over him, brushing his hair away from his face. Miroku opened his eyes, slowly, looking up at him.
He was smiling, a thin, self-satisfied twist of his lips. Miroku closed his eyes again, turning his face away, shutting it out.
He wasn't able to block out the demon's soft breath or the gentle fingers that combed through his hair, lulling him to sleep.
I'll use Catie's excuse... too focus -too- much on the sex would be to detract from the core of the fic... it's all about the emotion, rather than the... yea, you guys aren't buying it. ._.; Suffice it to say that this was a hard chapter for me to write. :/
Anyway! Thanks to Colin, Catie, and Tdei for beta-reading... and thanks to everyone for being patient. I know my writing pace has sucked lately, and I'm sorry :/
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Quickly, Miroku ripped himself away from the kiss, pushing away from the youkai with all his strength and mangling to stumble back a few steps. Disgustedly, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
The demon shook his head, clearly amused, and stepped forward, reaching for Miroku again.
"Don't touch me."
A thin eyebrow, arched, and Naraku caught the human's wrist, though he tried to pull away again. "You didn't seem to mind just a moment ago."
"That was then," Miroku gritted out between clenched teeth, testing the youkai's grip.
Naraku smiled then as he twisted the monk's wrist viciously. With a choked cry of pain Miroku followed the movement, falling heavily to his knees. A hard shove sent him toppling back, gasping as the youkai settled on top of him, mouth lowering, sliding over Miroku's jawline.
His hands were pinned firmly, pressed uncomfortably down on the hard wood of the bridge by Naraku's. The youkai leaned over him, and his hair fell around them in heavy waves, blocking out everything, all of the light, except the occasional hint of moonlight that struck Naraku's face, highlighting his lips, his eyes as his head dipped lower and lower...
There was no sound either, except their breathing and Naraku's tongue darting out to slide wetly along Miroku's lip.
He clenched his jaw and turned his head to the side, avoiding the contact as best he could.
One of Naraku's hands had loosened its grip on his wrist, falling to his waist. It was warm and strong, caressing him through his clothes lightly. It tickled, made him tense up. "Stop." His voice was firm, commanding, but the fact that he was shaking belied it.
Lips trailed down his neck, a whisper of silken skin and hot breath and Miroku couldn't keep from trembling when Naraku stopped to nibble at the skin delicately.
The demon's hand pulled at the simple knots of his robe, allowing it to fall apart, his hand resting hotly on the human's hip. Miroku twisted, trying to pull his clothes back on with his free hand.
A low growl made his hair prickle, and teeth slid roughly over the lobe of his ear, a warning. Biting his lip on a low cry, he let his hand fall back down, limply.
"You can't fight this." The words so closely followed his realization, that for a minute, he didn't realize that Naraku had actually spoken them. He closed his eyes.
Naraku's mouth slid down, uncomfortably hot as it trailed over his collarbone, tongue flicking out into the hollow at the bottom of his neck. Long, delicate fingers splayed over his chest, toying with a nipple softly, eliciting a muffled gasp from Miroku.
The youkai leaned up, catching Miroku's mouth in a hot, slow kiss, deceptively gentle, and despite himself he could feel himself weakening, trembling with more than just revulsion. Hands drifted lower, pulling his legs apart and up, slid between them.
He groaned into the kiss as Naraku's robes brushed against him almost teasingly, stroking him gently as any lover had in the past.
The youkai pulled back, chuckling, fingers trailing sensuously over Miroku's hip, sliding slowly, maddeningly lower, pausing so close, but entirely too far. He whimpered, holding perfectly still, while low in his ear, the demon's deep voice made him shudder. "Perhaps I'll keep you."
Lips slid over his skin, hands, unhurriedly seeking out every sensitive spot, every cry he had in him. Toying with him, until he writhed in the demon's arms, then taking him, quickly, almost harshly.
Miroku felt his control shatter, and he was sobbing into the demon's shoulder, crying out with the absolute intensity of everything - where physical sensation and emotions bled in to each other, so that he couldn't tell what he was feeling, could only breathe, deep rasping shudders, as the waves crashed within him again and again.
And suddenly it was over.
He was cold.
It was the first thing he noticed, the trembling of his limbs that had nothing to do with hate or fear or pleasure or the sick twisting of his stomach, but rather the cool night air.
He could feel warmth radiating off the youkai who still held him loosely, and though it felt like he was freezing, the heat made him nauseous. He closed his eyes, trying to stop shivering. Shut them even tighter, as if it would wake him up. The arms tightened around him, drawing him closer.
A hand reached up to his cheek, brushing away the tears that still leaked out of his eyes. Lips pressed to the skin, gently, but the claws stroking the skin of his back belied the gesture that might have otherwise been comforting.
He was shaking, and he couldn't stop. Naraku shifted around him, scooping him up into his arms, standing. Miroku let his head rest on the demon's shoulder, distantly thinking that he should do... something. He was tired though, his eyes drifting shut, though he tried to keep them open.
Naraku laid him down inside the palace, pulling a heavy blanket over him, brushing his hair away from his face. Miroku opened his eyes, slowly, looking up at him.
He was smiling, a thin, self-satisfied twist of his lips. Miroku closed his eyes again, turning his face away, shutting it out.
He wasn't able to block out the demon's soft breath or the gentle fingers that combed through his hair, lulling him to sleep.