I'm Not Well, But I'm Better

Kagura’s thick rasp carried in Rin’s ears as she found herself half-dragged to a previously unseen stair.

“Climb.”, Naraku commanded and Rin began to ascend. The debris and dust around her made Rin curious; where the hell were they going? Naraku drove her quickly before him, not allowing her time to think or refuse. When Rin slowed her ascent to look around, he pushed her forward; if she didn’t want to be drug up the long dark staircase, she had to keep moving.

Rin was tired of being led against her will, especially since it was her will that was working against her here. She could feel Naraku’s breath on her back, across her upswept hair and it was maddening in its shrill sensation. Cresting the top of the stairs, Rin blinked in the dull darkness, trying to see. She heard Naraku folding the delicate metal arms of his spectacles. She could see his dark outline, a specter merging up to meet her from the dusty darkness. The band was distant noise, tuning and generally dicking around. Rin decided she was going to ignore that which wanted her attention the most and instead chose to satisfy her morbid curiosity; just how high were they off the floor?

Very high, it turned out and as she looked down over the steel rail, Rin wondered how high it would have to be before the fall killed her; where was the threshold? The idea of thresholds rose in her mind briefly until she felt a hand on hip. Naraku grinned over her shoulder and reading her mind, filled in the blanks.

“If you fell, you would probably survive…” he hissed into her ear with a dark streak of humor lacing his slow voice, “Any last words, Taisho?”

“Even you wouldn’t dare…!” Rin whipped around in sudden fear. Naraku’s red eyes held her instantly, smoldering with hate, love and need. It was a slick fist of desire that held her, caught between two paths, the drop from either just as sheer and very high.

Kagura’s rich voice rose and with a quick shout the band started hard into another song. Thick seductive guitar rode nervous, hungry drums as Kagura moaned out the words.

Gimme me danger, little stranger…

“Wouldn’t I? Haven’t I already done it? Whose arms are you going to run to when you want to forget me?” Naraku taunted her hard, stepping back, freeing her from the ledge.

He continued to back up, smiling wickedly as he tormented her with what she already knew, knew and didn’t want to admit.

There’s nothing in my dreams just some ugly memories…

“If you think someone else’s lips are going to erase the taste of me from your tongue, you just rush back down those stairs right now.” He taunted from the depths of the high darkness.

If you can be my master, I will do you anything…

“Every time you see me touch a patient, auscultate a chest, you are going to feel my hands on you, Rin Taisho… in you…my girl…

“Shut up.”, Rin snarled quietly and stepped forward.

I swear you’re gonna feel my hand… swear you’re gonna feel my hand…

“Every time you see me, you’re going to think of my face, my cock, my sick and twisted hunger…”, Naraku’s husky voice dropped, tracing like fire behind Rin’s wide eyes.

“I said shut the fuck up!” Rin barked harshly and bolted into the tormenting darkness. Unthinking, she slammed hard into Naraku where he stood and together they went down in the dusty dark. Grabbing at the riot of hair around Naraku’s insanely grinning face, Rin pulled his head back and shut him up by shoving her tongue in his lying mouth.

Gimme danger… little stranger…, Kagura moaned in ecstasy somewhere far below.

She felt Naraku’s hands all over her, and what he couldn’t get to, Rin pulled him to fiercely. Leaning her backwards over his lap, Naraku pushed the front of her grim dress down until she heard the protesting popping of stretched seams; then she heard nothing but her own hungry pants over the loud throbbing of the music below, winding out in hungry seduction. Still fisting Naraku’s wild mane, she held him hard to her breasts, wincing in obscene pleasure when he bit her nipples with growling moans of his own.

Forgetting herself, Rin let her hands out of Naraku’s hair and running them hard down his back, she pulled him hard over her with a sharp cry. Remembering, she smiled wickedly and dug her long nails as hard as she could into the dark, scarred flesh under her hands.

Naraku snarled and threw her off of his lap, “Little bitch!”

Pulling herself off the floor, Rin lifted herself up to her hands and knees, leaning against the rail that saved her from a terrible fall with a hungry leer. “That’s right and you love it, don’t you?” she sneered and shook her hair down over her bare shoulders.

Naraku’s eyes lit with hellfire and he was on top of her before she could draw breath to taunt him again. She ripped his shirt open and then his skin, leaving raw nail tracks down his flat stomach. He flipped the front of her dress up and was inside of her before she knew it, the dark wings of his long coat draped over their sweating, pumping bodies like the wings of a demon.

“I don’t just fucking love it, I fucking need it…!” he snarled into her ear, breathing hard and slamming her into the floor with his heavy form, over and over.

Rin arched her back and felt her hair begin to fall off the ledge that they lay precariously close to. She could feel Naraku lift her hips and when he slipped out of her momentarily, Rin used the moment’s opportunity to reposition. Turning quickly over on all fours, Rin gripped the thin steel before her and shooting her dark lover a molten glance over her shoulder, thrust her body out for more… more… more…

Naraku was on her in a second and fisting a hand in her hair, bent her back into him, fucking her so hard she swore she could taste him on the back of her tongue. Every time he slipped hard within her, pain and pleasure shot up her spine, every time he slammed hard back into her, her black silken wrapped arms ground into the steel before her, bruising her – making her mute open mouth tremble with pent-up screams for harder, faster, more…

Leaning backwards, Naraku drug her hard back against him, wrenching her neck and when she wound her arms back over his sweaty mane to hang on for dear life, the beast let go of her hair, grabbed her hips, and ground her hard and fast on his cruel length within her. Stars flashed behind her unseeing eyes and unable to hold onto her cries, began to wordlessly beg for the touch of the long fingers at her clit.

Rin could feel Naraku hard within her, stabbing her, hurting her and yet giving her the best fuck of her life. Looking over her bent shoulder, his sweating vicious face was the last spark to throw Rin hard over the screaming threshold of orgasm. Losing her mind, yowling hard through clenched teeth, Rin felt Naraku grow harder within her. When he slammed her down hard upon his lap, the beast sunk his teeth hard into her craning neck and exploded within her spasming depths. The pain sent Rin’s mind into screaming white light…

When she came back to herself, she found she was still impaled upon Naraku, who was softening within her and holding her up. She heard his panting breaths over her head somewhere and felt the suction of their wet bodies against her back as she trembled and moaned, trying to get herself together to move.

A small chip of mother-of-pearl caught her eye in the darkness… Rin leaned over in Naraku’s lap, heedless of the moan it pulled from the man within her and picked up the small object for a better look. It was a button.

~*~

She’d really ruined the shirt. Naraku appeared to care less that the entire bar was going to see the bloody welts that drew like guilty graffiti down his pale body. Pulling his hair out from under his ubiquitous coat, Naraku helped Rin readjust the top of her abused dress. Rin could still feel his cock within her and when he wound her dark thick hair back up into a sloppy bun, she could still feel her neck being pulled back in delicious submission.

Spearing her hair with the strewn steel rod, Rin was surprised at the hunger that bloomed hard and fresh for the man standing before her, idly rubbing his sore stomach and leering at her awkward little, full steps. Damn, she hated going commando…!

As they descended the long stair, Naraku pulled her back into his shivering body for a quick kiss. When she felt his tongue run across the sore spot where he had bitten her, Rin knew she was going to have one hell of a bruise.

“Fuck that hurts, quit touching it!” she hissed and swatted at the physician behind her.

“People are going to say we’re in love.” he laughed evilly in her ear and led her back to her wide-eyed friends.

~*~

Rin didn’t remember what she said to Kagome afterwards. Her friend was falling hard for her wolf prince, anyway and wasn’t especially eager to detach herself from Kouga’s face to question her. The band was taking a set break and hobnobbing with the crowd. Kagura winked at her when she caught Rin’s eye. Kohaku looked embarrassed and when he whispered something to Juuroumaru, the blond laughed and pinched the boyish guitarist on the ass, making him jump with a yelp.

Naraku grabbed his guitar, stowing it back into its case, and when he was done they made a quick and unseen exit back out into the night… Rin was surprised that Naraku didn’t bitch at her for the bar tab. Not that she saw him pay it. On the way out the door, Rin hoped Kagura made some good tips… scotch was expensive…

~*~

Naraku captured her in his large bed, pulled the unlaced dress from her body and slowly tortured her with his long white hands until she begged him to let her come. When she did reach her wet, thrashing end, it was as Naraku whispered laughing obscenities into her ear. Rin couldn’t help the intense and undeniable languor that draped quickly over her as she merged back into the waking world and curling herself against Naraku’s cool, sweating body, fell down hard into the sleep of the sated and the just.

~*~

An alarm was going off. Time to go to work her mind helpfully supplied. A pair of filched surgical scrubs from the hospital lay over her sleepy legs, just waiting for her to put her professional life back on like a favorite pair of underwear… yeah, that reminded her… she needed to find a pair of those…

Coming back from the bathroom, she noticed the bed was empty and thought that was odd, especially since it wasn’t hers to begin with… sleep-fogged, Rin threw the scrubs on and went in search of caffeine.

Leaving the bedroom, Rin’s mind slammed itself hard into first gear and hit the gas. Naraku Onigumo was sprawled out boneless on the floor, his red eyes rolled back into his head, his breathing agonal and labored. A syringe lay near his twitching fingers, still uncapped by the safety lock. He’d overdosed sometime in the night and if Rin Taisho didn’t get her head together right now, he was going to die right there on the floor before her.

“FUCK!”, Rin swore and seeing the black case Naraku kept his drugs in upon the table, she quickly dumped the entire contents on the couch, searching for what she knew any medical professional always kept on hand when they played with narcotics. She quickly flipped over vials and bottles until she found an ampoule marked “Shikon Pharmaceuticals” in bright pink, friendly letters. Remembering Naraku’s voice, she looked at the expiration date, cracked the top of the glass tube and grabbing a syringe off the mess upon the couch, withdrew the entire vial.

Rin hoped like hell there hadn’t been Demerol in that first syringe or Onigumo really was going to die. Banishing that personal fear into a dark cage, while the nurse within her surged forward to take control of the situation, Rin tied off Naraku’s arm, grabbed a saline cartridge out of her bag by the door and praying to any god that would listen that she could spike a vein and not waste the precious Narcan, she slammed the antidote hard and fast into Naraku’s cold, limp arm.

She counted to five before his eyes rolled back down, and taking a huge lungful of air, the obtunded physician came up out of unconsciousness with a wordless scream. His wild eyes bugged out at her in shock and he breathed in gasping, but very regular breaths, trying to come back to terms with continued life.

Rin leaned hard into his white, drawn face and grabbing his chin, forced Naraku to see her; “Was that Demerol? Answer me!” she asked, trying to keep the relief out of her voice.

“Fentanyl.”, was the rasping, hoarse answer. Naraku blinked at her, his reply instinct more than conscious thought.

“Oh thank god…” Rin drooped on her knees and threw the locks on both his and her syringes so no one got hurt any worse than they already were.

“Where’s the rest of the Narcan?” she asked in a tired voice. Naraku was coming back to his body, pinching his eyes shut against the headache clawing at his oxygen-starved brain.

“In my bag, in the office – under the stethoscope…” he groaned.

The slap upside his head caught Naraku completely off guard and he nearly hit his face on the floor between his legs from the force of Rin’s parting shot as she stepped over him to locate more of the antidote.

“Get up, Doctor Onigumo – it’s time to go to work.” she called out sternly.

“You’re always late on your rounds, Nurse Taisho – what’s your hurry today?” Naraku smirked and tongued the inside of his check where she’d made him bite himself with her force.

“Some asshole physician is always giving me shit for that – I wish that fucker would just eat shit and die.” Rin laughed back, mostly serious

“Fuck… that is a hard way to wake up…”, Naraku groaned to himself and when Rin came back out of his office, two ampoules of Narcan clicking safely in her wounded hand, he captured her hard against him, mouthing the purple-black bruise he’d left upon her.

“Are you okay, Onigumo?” she asked, both halves of her twining self concerned for her maniacal lover’s health.

“I’m not well, but I’m better, Taisho.” he rasped into her ear with a sick laugh.

“Fine – then move your junkie ass. We’re going to be late.” she taunted and wiggled out of his grasp.