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Naraku let them into his house with her key, which he made Rin fish for in her voluminous bag – just to enjoy the late-season sleet. Dry heat hit her face hard once through the large door and Rin found herself suddenly very dizzy. Sitting down on the floor against the couch, the small woman let her disequilibrium rage itself out before she tried to worry about anything else.
"Hung-over all ready?", Naraku asked solicitously as he stalked into the kitchen.
"I hope not. I really just didn't want to talk about you, for a change – so we had a few.", Rin scowled, letting her head swim and throwing her arms back against the couch cushion for support.
She could hear water and dishes. Then she could her Naraku's boots slowly stalking back to her. Rin noted he avoided the complaining floor board completely. She felt a cool glass against her face and opening her not-quite swollen eyes, she found her dark lover squatting before her with a glass of water and two innocuous painkillers.
"You want me to call you in the morning?", Rin smirked back. Naraku looked ridiculous, wadded into a huddled mass before her, offering first aid like somebody's concerned aunt.
"Oh I'm pretty sure that'll work, Taisho.", Naraku smiled back as Rin downed the pills and most of the proffered water. His dried blood gaze was too intense to be anything near comforting. The wicked predatory smile told her something was about to go very, very wrong.
"What... what did you just give me, Naraku?", Rin dropped the glass next to her legs, heedless of the small puddle that formed on the old bleached wood.
The man before her only chuckled darkly, and kneeling over her, started slowly pulling her out of her clothing.
"Naraku – tell me; I mean it.", Rin nervously begged, trying to fend him off as he pulled her forward into himself, unhooking her bra and palming the nervous sweat from her breasts.
"Guess, my girl, guess.", he smiled into her neck as he mouthed the soft flesh with a growl.
"Naraku... ah...", Rin protested weakly, sighing hard when he pulled her head back to kiss her throat hungrily. His own moans and growls flitted back and forth in her ears like laughter and he made no attempt to stop stripping her right there on the living room floor, despite her growing anxiety.
"Promethazine." Rin whispered between her lover's lips as he brought her against him again.
"Oh no, I want you awake for this, girl.", Naraku smiled back at her, shoving his hot tongue in her mouth and setting those nerve endings on delicious fire. "Try again."
Rin scrunched her eyes closed when she felt herself lowered back against the couch once more and buttons began opening under Naraku's spidery fingers, his lips following, teasing... making her throb...
"Rohypnol", Rin shot the first unknown thing out of her mouth when she felt Naraku draw one of her freed nipples into his fiery mouth, drawing the word out of her mouth into a low keening moan. Twining her fingers in his loose hair, she tried to force her whole body down his throat when she suddenly felt his hand cup her hungry sex through her jeans, holding her very still.
"Taisho, now where am I going to get such an arcane and highly illegal substance? You're getting colder...", Naraku growled around her nipple in his mouth, flicking at it with his wicked tongue and withdrawing completely from her wet, exposed flesh with an audible pop.
"Ah fuck! I don't know, dammit... just tell me what the fuck that was you just made me take!", Rin cried out, trying to open her fly enough to guide Naraku to where she now needed him to be.
When she got to the last button of her fly, Rin found herself being bodily flipped over onto her knees. The dark man behind her laughed wickedly, his hands everywhere upon her at once; her naked belly, her swaying loose tits, her hot tight throat. Quickly, one of Naraku's hands found its way to her neck and forced her denim-covered sex to grind hard into what she knew was the dark physician's brutal cock. She could feel him twitch heavily against her and her cunt spasmed wetly in response.
So did her stomach suddenly – and not in any kind of sexy way either.
Suddenly Rin found her head spinning and hideously vertiginous, even with both hands and knees on the solid floor.
She groaned as a wave of extreme nausea hit her like a cold shower.
"Naraku... ugh... whaat wassss that shit you gaaave meee?", Rin tried to get out without breathing or moving lest she paint the floorboards before her in once-Irish food.
She felt his hot chest envelope her back as Naraku leaned down over her, his thick waving, suffocating hair cascading like a curse around them. Running one teasing finger up her naked, quavering stomach, he whispered his thick rasping voice into her miserable ear.
"Disulfram, my little whore. Enjoy the ride."
Rin felt vomit coming like a freight train up the back of her throat. There was no stopping the spasms or the sickness and she had just enough time to make it to the toilet... she prayed...
"Fucking... asshole... I hate... medicine...", Rin gasped between the hurling, the puking and the waves of incessant dizziness. Naraku was kind enough to hold her hair – after the first 30 minutes...
"Drink some more water. Dry heaves are more fun than even you deserve."
Rin drank what was probably the fourth pint of water and immediately brought it back up in a fit of snot, slime and cramping misery.
"You may thank Nurse Higurashi for this little episode. I suggest next time she decides to prank call me you persuade her otherwise." Naraku helpfully supplied for his perch on the side of the tub.
"Give me some of the Antabuse and I'll gladly share the love. Oh fuck... not... again...", Rin left off to deftly puke some more.
"I'm so sorry – this medication can only be prescribed and monitored under the careful watch of your physician.", Naraku tsked down coyly at Rin as she lay exhausted and watery upon the porcelain god.
Rin snorted her nose clear and casting her lover a baleful eye from under her sweaty, nasty hair, calmly puked bile all over his big black boots.
"Ah Taisho – people will say we're in love.", Naraku smiled down at her with endless malice and wicked devotion.
.USW.
Rin had started this vile morning by waking up with her head leaning against the foot of someone else's toilet. Wait... now it was officially a shared toilet. Oh that made things so much better...
"Somebody please kill the dog that shit in my mouth last night.", Rin swore and pushed herself shakily into the somehow-friendly shower and turned on the water. Once the steam made it impossible to see out of the glass cage she'd shut herself into, Rin took her clothes off. Thank god, she'd moved some of her essential toiletries in here before... the fun started...
The orchestrator of that highly unethical fun was nowhere to be seen. Rin couldn't believe Naraku had the nerve to slip her fucking disulfram – that shit was damn dangerous on top of a belly full of alcohol!
"Fuck-stain!", Rin swore at the soap in her grip and spat yesterday's bile out of her mouth... again. She was tempted to chew some of the white antiseptic-smelling bar in her trembling hand – anything to rinse the taste of vomit out of her mouth once and for all!
Oh that asshole was going to get it! Rin scrubbed the skin off her scalp just thinking of the best possible way to get back at her malevolent lover. Deep seated emotional problems, indeed. While she planned her revenge, Rin never once thought of taking her still mostly-packed shit and getting the fuck out. The things we do for love...
He wanted to battle – fine, she'd give Naraku a war.
Wait – where the fuck was he, anyway? Padding out of the bathroom after brushing her teeth about 18 times, Rin wandered in the cavernous loft, looking for the master of its depths.
He wasn't asleep – he wasn't working in his office... he was out. She found his chronograph watch was gone from its glass slab in the master bathroom; ah, he was making rounds at the slave-pits.
Ten minutes and one large steaming mug of coffee later, Rin was sitting in front of the object of her desire. She fiddled with her terrycloth robe, covering and uncovering her feet. Was she really going to do this?
Yes – Antabuse was dangerous; it was one of the worst things anyone had ever done to her, on purpose.
But watching what was going to happen to Naraku was going to be equally terrible; she'd only seen the tip of the iceberg the last time it had happened. And she was going to put him through it – on purpose.
They were a sick pair, her mind flitted over and then went elsewhere.
Rin wished she'd remembered Naraku didn't possess a TV – that might have distracted her from this idea of extreme mischief. Maybe Kohaku could be convinced to give hers back...
The small black leather-covered box full of hell just sat there and goaded her.
How long before his own sickness swarmed up and how bad would it get, Rin wondered?
"Fuck it; he deserves it.", she swore finally to the empty room and picking up the well-worn box, headed for the large steel kitchen sink.
Naraku returned bearing gifts, which was never a good sign. Garbed in his malevolent violet lab coat, entwined in his professional form still, the tall physician stooped to greet his lounging mistress with a somewhat chaste kiss to the top of her dark head, dropping a slim, heavy gift bag in her lap.
Of course, right on top of the book she was reading, but Rin let that go. She smiled.
"What is this? Are you apologizing for being a colossal prick, Naraku?", she asked, digging through the tissue paper gagging the mouth of the bag.
"Being and having are two different things, Rin – don't get them confused.", Naraku grabbed his crotch with a smile and went out of her sight to divest himself of his professional skin.
"Silly me...", Rin shot back and then laughed. A bottle of her favorite scotch sneered up at her from the bag – and her stomach did a warning back-flip... she'd not be able to drink a sip of the stuff for some time, dammit...!
"Very funny, Naraku.", she whispered to no one in particular, because he was out of ear shot.
Rin cut her slitted eyes to the black leather-bound box on the table next to her.
"There is no such thing as even.", she muttered to herself and settled back to her book.
Even evil monsters were creatures of routine and Naraku was no exception. Flipping through the mail, ditching the proverbial khakis, unbinding his long hair – and then strangely enough, Naraku usually played. It was an idiosyncrasy Rin never seemed to be able to get over; the bastard practiced incessantly, both medically and musically. She couldn't be persuaded to mindlessly perform something over and over again unless it involved bamboo skewers under her fingernails. He just often sat there in another world entirely, letting his dark mind wander and played the guitar – sometimes for what seemed like hours. It did pass the time in a mindless sonic fog – especially now that Rin was waiting for the easy time to run out.
Rin thought it was somehow an unconscious masturbatory rite and guilt-driven, but she did not want to ever go anywhere near that one out loud, so she blew out her bangs in eye-rolling annoyance. It would have been easier to blow it off, but the fact was he was insanely good at both medicine and music and it annoyed her immensely. Talented people sucked, Rin mentally huffed for the nth time.
"Naraku."
"Yes?"
"Food?"
"Is that a strange new non sequitur, Taisho or are you asking me something?"
"Come here, jackass."
"Only if you tell me I'm a nasty slut and make me eat dirt, since you've done nothing but degrade me since I walked in the door, woman.", Naraku's deep voice echoed back into the room as he sauntered into her field of vision, his long arms over his shoulder, entwined in his waist-length hair.
Rin suddenly felt sorry for what she was about to witness. Her stomach warbled and her guilt passed like a fart in the wind. "Let me help you, nasty slut.", she smiled up at the man before her. "Sit."
His left hand grazed the box with intent but continued on its way...
The suspicions rose in Naraku's red eyes like a nasty fog but he knelt before her and did as he was told – for once.
.USW.
It took less time that she imagined – maybe because he'd been working all day, maybe because he was concentrating, Rin just couldn't tell what set it off exactly. It started with her on the couch, Rin was flipping through the ever-present, ever-shifting flotsam on the table before her... avoiding the box...
"Hey, why don't you play something I've heard?"
"Probably because you have no taste in music."
"What music have you ever heard me listening to, Naraku?", she huffed back.
He said nothing and continued to dick around on the damn instrument with his back to her, as always. Well – not always, but recently.
Very recently.
Today, as a matter of fact.
"Turn around so I can see you. You know I like to watch.", Rin tossed down with a dull voice and a sick smile.
The hunched physician's back hitched for just the slightest second and his playing changed from jazz modalities to slithering blues so slow she could barely make out what he was playing. Notes slid across both wire and space and the strained, spare dissonance wavered hungrily between them, rearing up like a slow serpent too drugged to strike.
She heard his deep grating voice for just a few words... offering her an empire of dirt... and the tune changed quickly once again.
"Naraku... turn around to me.", Rin repeated, throwing her book on the table.
Her dark lover ignored her, strange muted slides descending even as tonic dominant harmonics spasmed around in her ears, four times faster than she was used to hearing it – she could see Naraku's profile for a moment and his face was tense and his lips were bone-white.
Rin smiled to herself and wished him luck. Unfolding herself casually from the couch, she grabbed the damned box and slowly made her way to the large, shivering fiend with his bent back to her.
The closer she got to the other side of the large cavernous room, the worse it appeared. Rin could see Naraku's hair at his temples was soaked, his skin was wet – the thin shirt he wore clung to his long, sparse form in wet clumps, twisted and writhing like its master.
She tossed the box over his shoulder where it hit the floor, opening and scattering nothing at Naraku's long bare feet.
His mad, sick red eyes shot up to her looming down upon him – the music changed to an obnoxiously bouncing funk with slurring slides.
"You're my own personal Jesus, Taisho. You want my confession?", Naraku grinned around his grinding teeth.
"I want you to suffer, bitch!", Rin hissed with a rancor she never even realized she was capable of.
She never saw it coming – she should have. The back of the floor hit her head with a white light full of pain when Rin found herself suddenly sprawled on her back. Naraku, suddenly snarling, had thrown his guitar across the room and pulled her down under him, holding her down hard with his clammy hands. He did nothing to her, just held her down with his weight, his thick hair smoking the blue-black evening light around her in a humid, suffocating cloud.
"Call me a bitch again, whore and I'll take my bloody pleasure from your self-righteous little ass right here, right now!", Naraku snarled with dangerous anger into Rin's twitching ear, his labored rasping breaths serving her wicked reminders of his tenuous hold on sanity.
She felt his mouth on her throat before she felt the cold sweat drip onto her neck. "Get off me, you fucking junkie!", Rin snarled and tried to roll out from under the shivering man above her, playing with her skin with sharp teeth.
Naraku threw her back hard against the floor with a tight laugh and buried his face in her throat, biting her neck hard enough to draw blood. The pain blossomed in many places at once, making Rin instinctively curl herself up against the pain, trying to knock her tormentor off of her.
Shoving his head out of her throat got Rin nothing but a growling laugh and another stinging bite.
Then Naraku wiped his sweaty face on her neck; it felt disgusting – he was slimy like some kind of cave-dwelling monster, the feeling of his putrid sweat on her spit-slick neck made her skin crawl! Rin grabbed his hair and stretched her arms back as far as she could, drawing the midnight-colored strands taunt. Needing just a tiny bit more leverage, she arched her back to give her hostage a nice ripping jolt of pain.
"Let go of my hair, little girl.", Naraku mouthed into her neck where he was now tethered due to the force of her arms. The tremors along his own arms vibrated her against the floor in sickening waves.
"This little pain is nothing compared to the need, isn't it?", Rin smiled and tried to shove her knee into his stomach. The man above her winced when she felt his hair pull tight and as he lifted off her to dodge her knee, he pushed her over with her own momentum, onto her stomach. Her hands were tangled dangerously in the long, fine black hair and they both knew it; the question was – who's position was more dangerous; his or hers?
"Oh that's right, speak some more to me about need, bitch...", Naraku purred down into her ear, his voice raw with the effort of keeping her still and keeping her from ripping the hair from his scalp.
"Speak up...", he slurred out, his voice a disgusting mix of sex and madness, when she said nothing.
Rin felt his clammy hands under her shirt, helping themselves wickedly to her body. Then she heard him gagging over her shoulder. Desperate to get out of captivity before the man above her defiled her any worse than she already was, Rin shook her hands free of the tangled skeins in her own sweaty grasp and kicking until she came in contact with something organic, Rin scrabbled herself half-way across the room before she realized she was both loose and vomit-free.
Looking back, she noticed Naraku had just laid there in a heap, flat on his face.
"Get up.", Rin spat back.
Naraku shuddered and then laughed back at her but made no attempt to move.
"You puke, you're cleaning it up – I made it to the bathroom with a stomach full of Antabuse, you can trot your happy ass there too. You're such a fucking drama-queen, Naraku.", Rin grinned as she stood and stretched. She'd give him another couple of hours of cold turkey... unless he got worse. The cramps and nausea and cold-sweats were bad, but not dangerous. It was the convulsions, vomiting and diarrhea she wasn't too keen about.
"I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead...", he muttered to the floor.
"It's 'undead', idiot.", Rin corrected him.
"It's on the turn-table if your feeling merciful to poor little me, baby...", Naraku gurgled out, weakly trying to find his way out of his tangled masses.
"Ugh – don't call me 'baby', you prick. It's nasty."
She was feeling just a... tiny... bit bad about Naraku's sorry state. He flipped himself on to his back with labored breath and tried to peel the wet, sweaty hair from his pallid face while she fucked with the electronic behemoth her lover called a stereo. Jostling the needle on the vinyl none to gently, Rin jammed her big toe into one of the speakers, earning a yowl of pain and some choice words.
"Son of a fucking bitch! Goddamn you, Naraku!", Rin squalled, trying to make sure the digit was still attached to her foot. Dark slurring surf-style tremolo bled slowly onto the floor around them.
"Goddamn me, yeah that sounds so fine - I'm fucking disgusting... a fucking waste of skin, baby...", Naraku moaned out, clawing at his chest in sudden desperation, his gravely voice cracking with need as he tried to keep himself together, fiending hard and fast at last...
"Don't call me-", Rin started to bitch, her voice hitching in her throat, when she saw what Naraku was really doing.
Moaning, eyes unseeing, the dark Imperator that was usually Naraku Onigumo, MD. - all nearly seven feet of him, was crawling towards her along the floor – begging her for forgiveness... he was begging, pleading...
"Rin, my girl, please give it back to me... c'mon baby, I need it...", he cried out to her as another of the wailing damned rose his clarion voice and accused her of being undead, undead, undead...
Rin was so shocked at his desperation, she couldn't say a word. She forgot about her toe, which was oozing blood slowly from a small wound. She'd never seen anyone truly writhe before...
… those that came close, she tied to the bed and had Onigumo tube and vent them. That approach wasn't going to work here, now was it?
He came slowly toward her, rising slowly to his shaking hands and knees, pleading in between dry heaving. She could have easily stepped around him; wasn't that what she'd had in mind when she'd started this nightmare of revenge?
No – this was disgusting to behold; this went beyond revenge. Naraku's eye rolled in his morbid face and when he finally made his way to her, he fell onto her feet, intoxicated with withdrawal delirium.
"Kill me, fuck me – anything. I'll do fucking... anything... you want. Just don't leave me with out my fucking needles, baby. My fucking beautiful girl... my girl... give them back to me...", he moaned without sense against her wounded foot, anxiously rubbing his face against her and tangling the masses of his nearly-dreaded hair around her frozen legs.
"Naraku – stop it!" Rin shouted down at him and she noticed with genuine fear that he flinched at the hysteria bubbling on the underside of her voice.
He laughed then, clearing his shaky voice, "That's what you wanted to see right?"
"I wanted you to pay.", Rin spoke without thinking, kicking his supporting arm out from under him, which splayed the large man on his mangled back with a painful keening moan.
Shit – she forgot about the hideous deforming scar on his back, that constant pain the very reason for his wicked addiction...
Naraku had his eyes closed for long moments and while he made no move to get off the floor, she could see he really did want to beg her, to do anything to make her give him what he needed so badly, physically and mentally. His jaws ground against the words she knew he'd only half-jokingly spewed for her benefit. Nostrils flaring for breath, Rin could see the convulsions starting on his belly, the muscles fluttering after a heaving contraction which he tried to hide from her with his closed eyes. He appeared to be giving birth to absolute misery.
She waited just a little while longer for the true begging to start.
It didn't take long – thank the gods, because Rin couldn't keep it up much longer. It wasn't her nature to cause true pain. This approached a limit to their fun – some things were not to be repeated between them. It was a turning point, a maturational crisis revealed...
"Taisho... please.", Naraku's hoarse whisper rose from the floor and caressed her heart.
"Open your eyes to me, my love.", Rin whispered back, kneeling down to pull a few sodden strands of hair from her gasping lover's dry mouth.
Naraku's bloody red eyes flew open and he searched her face with silent pleading.
"Never again, Naraku.", Rin spoke in a small but undeniable voice.
"Please...", he begged again, shaking against her legs in abject need.
It took everything in her power not to run to where she'd secreted her lover's stash of insanity.
She chose the first one she could find, drew a small dose up and walked slowly back with measured steps.
Naraku's eyes lit with sick pleasure when he saw the syringe in her hand.
"What is it?"
"Dilaudid."
He groaned and turned his right arm up to her quickly. Too quickly – even he looked disgusted.
"Give me the other one; you're left handed."
It wouldn't have been Naraku if he didn't roll his eyes at her and then comply.
His skin was cool and slimy; she was tempted to just pop him with the thin syringe...
"Don't give me tracks, retard. Aim for a vein like a professional.", he groused, restless and obscenely hungry.
"Say one more thing to me and you'll get it in the eyeball." Rin snarled back.
Naraku lay as still as he could, considering he was shaking and trying not to puke his guts up simultaneously. She got a good blood flash, the clear narcotic went it easily. She put her finger on the tiny wound to stop the escaping drop of blood. Standard precautions when out the window when you were fucking the patient... Rin thought with a grimace; that was the least of her problems now.
It took only moments for Naraku's detox to stop.
The tiny smile on Naraku's lips dissolved slowly as he did under the drug's fog... his long body went slack upon the floor and he melted under her concerned finger, bit by bit.
Maroon eyes the color of dried blood flicked open for a drowsy second, pinning Rin above her lover's pale face. His rasping voice cracked again as he reached for her brooding face.
"I love you.", Naraku confessed with a sigh and then passed into exhaustion, his breathing regular and unlabored once more.
"Never again.", Rin whispered back immediately and shuddered.