bad boy

Disclaimer(s): With all due respect, I think Inuyasha’s daddy would still be turning over in his grave inside of Inuyasha’s eye about now if I owned anything-

A/N: Hell yeah…it’s about time for some citrus. So beware. Orange alert.

bad boy

by: kittie le sabre

Part 1 of 10

Miroku gunned his Fireblade as he ignored the increasingly strong gusts of wind battering him as he raced up the winding trail to Kanna’s ‘secret hideaway.’ The young mystic kept his preternatural senses honed to a fine point as he traced lingering youki that drifted along the spiritual pathways of the hair like tainted mist. Fighting the images of Sango’s possible torture and demise, he clicked on his radio and started humming a tune that was now playing to accompany and keep at bay his worries and dark thoughts.

You don't remember me, but I remember you
I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you
But who can decide what they dream?
And dream I do...


What part of his life was not invaded by Sango? Saturated by her? Whether she was with him or not, she haunted him. He could feel his heart racing as he visualized her.

Her liquid brown eyes, smooth skin and lustrous hair; her soft words and the sultry cadence of her voice, and the lithe curved definition of her toned body. He knew he’d never experience these feelings with or about anyone else because he never had.

Until now.

She haunted him every millisecond of his journey towards the place his enemies held her prisoner; she warmed every inch of him as the coldness of fear for her life numbed his soul.

I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you to live to breathe
You're taking over me

He would never relent in finding her. He could not give up. It would be the same as slicing through an artery and carving out his own heart if he left her to Kanna.

Have you forgotten all I know
And all we had?
You saw me mourning my love for you
And touched my hand
I knew you loved me then

I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you to live to breathe
You're taking over me

There was nothing he would not sacrifice for her…he lived and breathed her…she flowed through his veins…she was the oxygen in his blood keeping him alive and everything would become poison and toxic without her. Death would not be quick enough…he’d be living it if she was taken from this life.

I look in the mirror and see your face
If I look deep enough...
So many things inside that are just like you are taking over

I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you to live to breathe
You're taking over me

I believe in you
I'll give up everything just to find you
I have to be with you to live to breathe
You're taking over me
You're taking over me...*

He had to believe he would get her back. He could not doubt or give up.

After all…she had the tightest and firmest ass he’d come across in ages. And he’d been alive for quite some time due to his powers.

‘Wonder how she’ll take the truth about my actual age?’ he mused, but dismissed that. His problem stemmed from the fact he’d fucked another and if Sango ever found out, he could lose her to Kuranosuke for good. It didn’t matter that he’d done it for her sake, he’d broken her trust. She would insist that there had to be another way, but he knew Karran and she didn’t. With youkai, there was always a heavy price to be paid that cost you. Even if he lost her, Miroku knew that Sango was worth any price to him, including his self-respect because that is what he gave up when he fucked Karran. Beauty wasn’t everything; it just made things more palatable when the situation warranted it.

Minutes passed, as he forced himself to focus on tracking his beloved by tracing her life-force and the demonic energy of the kidnappers. He wasn’t surprised to find Kikyou’s miko aura interlaced with it all. He ground his teeth in anger, recalling her brief intrusion into their lives when she was Inuyasha’s girlfriend, although Miroku would have aptly called her a “fuck buddy” since the couple spent all their time screwing rather than talking or going places together. Kikyou had been a diversion from that sordid business with Nazuma and Miroku had no worries because he knew Inuyasha would get sick of Kikyou and that her demands from the hanyou would put her on the outs with him sooner than not.

After Kikyou, Inuyasha had basically gone through a string of girls, good and bad; indifferent and uninterested in committing to any of them. Some girls had been there to pass the time; others had been used as retaliation, since the girls Inuyasha favored for this were the most stuck up, pretentious and bigoted sort. Inuyasha would pull out all the stops to get them, after Miroku dredged up the information he needed as ammo. Once he used and discarded them, the girls would often transfer to other schools; a few had even moved away. His friend was a heartbreaker in every sense of the word and could be charming when he wanted. Yet the two young males had observed that many girls liked bad boys.

Bad boys represented the forbidden, offering excitement and thrills that were outside the norm. It was what had drawn in Higurashi Kagome in. Except this time, Miroku knew that his friend had bitten off more than he could chew. Kagome was no Nazuma or a Kikyou. That meant that his best friend was in serious trouble.

Miroku had seen it brewing for a while. That wasn’t the first time Kagome had looked at Inuyasha. Inuyasha had noticed Kagome since freshman year but he’d been into Nazuma. After the break-up, he didn’t want another girl from Nazuma’s world. Only that Nazuma had gotten sucked into the school’s underworld by association with him. The Mikos had channeled in on her because she had dated a hanyou and now knew what the clubs really were about and the secrets of Midoriko High.

Miroku was all too aware of the code of survival that ruled the clubs so that they could coexist with the mundane world.

Just as the song and his thoughts ended, he found himself brought up short by a dead end-or what appeared to be one. The narrow road that slanted on an incline abruptly came to a halt before a towering mound of rock. He focused his energy to discern whether or not it was real but before he could get a fix on it, an enormous wall of youki slammed into him with enough force he was rendered unconscious, toppling off his bike to the ground.

When Miroku awoke later; it felt like hours, although he knew better. He was lying flat upon something soft yet he was immobile, paralyzed by invisible restraints. From what he could tell, someone had secured his wrists and ankles after stripping him completely naked. It did not explain why he could not shift his torso or turn his head. He was partly grateful that the room was in total darkness but for how long, he wasn’t certain. The only thing he felt besides trepidation was anger at himself for walking into a trap.

“I’m glad you are finally awake, Miroku,” a taunting female voice called from somewhere behind him.

Miroku gritted his teeth in rage. He knew that voice.

“Kanna,” he snarled and the way he said it sounded like the vilest insult.
The lights were abruptly turned on and for several moments, Miroku could not see. When his eyes finally adjusted, he muttered several curses under his breath as he took in the bedroom and the fact he was bound to a large bed.

“What’s wrong? Don’t like my surprise?” Kanna cooed walking towards him across the white carpet. She made a gesture and Miroku noted that the entire room was not merely done in blinding white, it was completely mirrored.

“Where is Sango, Kanna?”

“I can’t make this too easy for you, Miroku! You always did love a challenge. Well…only whenever it involved me.” Kanna offered him a semblance of a smile that was as dead as the void of her eyes. “The only thing you need to know is that you are mine. Forget about Sango!”

Kanna licked her lips, watching him. “Forget about leaving. Even if you broke free-and you WON’T-I made certain that your pretty little bike was demolished. This is a permanent arrangement.”

Miroku suppressed his anger, forcing himself to concentrate on removing the restraints and not her words if they were in fact the truth. Someone had done their homework. The more he tried to struggle, the tighter they became. The less he could FEEL mobility anywhere.

“It’s no use, bishounen,” Kanna informed him, stopping at the foot of the monstrous white fur covered bed. “As I said, I’ve thought of everything.”

Miroku ignored her, attempting to center his ki so that he could do what was needed. There was no way he could allow this youkai bitch to win. Sango needed him. Everything else he could deal with later.

When he continued struggling, Kanna scoffed at him. “What IS your hurry, sexy? The party is about to start.”

Miroku froze as the door opened and Kikyou and another girl walked into the room. Both were wearing short robes and salacious smirks.

“Miroku, the more you fight to free yourself, the more your energy and power will be drained.” Kikyou narrowed her eyes as he halted in his movements. “Yes, I see you understand now.”

“Kikyou, Sheena, we don’t have time for you to talk to him. Get him ready for me. Now!”

Kanna stood there as her second and underling advanced upon the bed. The hanyou girl, Sheena, was impatient to start, while Kikyou was more into drawing everything out.

The tainted miko let her eyes wander up and down the muscular contours of Miroku’s lean but well defined body. She licked her lips as she studied the sizable appendage between his defined thighs.

“I guess this is gonna be fun after all. I didn’t realize you were hiding THAT, Miroku. Impressive for a human.”

Miroku did not bother replying to her remarks. He needed all his concentration to rebuild his strength and conserve it, and of course he would need it in order to not physically respond to these sluts.

“No point in trying to fight us, Miroku,” Sheena said, shrugging off her robe, “You can’t move your head and now that you’ve seen ME naked, you won’t forget this.”

Miroku had to concede that she was right.

He wasn’t expecting to be impressed by Sheena but he never lied to himself about women. His cock was slightly twitching and he was fighting to not respond to the kitsune hanyou.

Sheena was tiny, with flaming red hair and big golden-green eyes and lightly freckled skin. The surprise was her large DD breasts with their pronounced strawberry nipples that defied gravity in their perkiness. Her miniscule waist enunciated those lush melons; her rounded hips and backside almost did him in.

Miroku thought about Sango and the hell she must be going through right now and it was the only thing that kept him flaccid. He closed his eyes but that was a huge mistake because the bed dipped from the weight of a body, then another body. Someone’s lips were licking his nipples, hands massaged his legs, thighs and belly, and long hair tickled him as the females changed positions. The bed shifted and a pair of feminine thighs was straddling his torso. Miroku doubled his concentration, fighting the arousal while maintaining his energy level. A lewd nibble at the apex of his thighs forced him to open his eyes when he suddenly there was another shift and he felt Sheena’s enormous bosom touching him. Her skin was velvety and smooth, the nipples turgid and prodding him as her wet mouth teased his chest.

He was transfixed by her naked perfection, as she continued leaning forward with her bottom up in the air, nipping, suckling and teasing his chest, nipples, throat and ears. Kami, NOT THE EARS! Miroku struggled to remain semi-flaccid but he was only mortal…

The blood rushed to his cock as he noted how firm and perfect the globes of Sheena’s ass were. Her breasts were crushed against him so he could imagine how her buttocks would feel.

Lips were tonguing his scrotum; the tongue was moving upward, wetting the shaft at a leisurely pace. Kikyou had decided to up the ante. The warm wet heat distracted him as he groaned and Sheena bounced her massive bounty across his chest as she leveled off her attentions before turning around and giving him a full view of her ass.

It was too much.


Miroku was now rock hard and groaning in torture as she leaned forward, pushed Kikyou away and placed his towering erection between her breasts, giving him a mesmerizing glimpse of her backside. He could not touch her and that made it worse for him.

From the other side of the mirrored panels, Nazuma watched the entire debauched scene. It made her sick to know that Kanna would go to such lengths to secure Miroku.


Kikyou was back in place, fondling Sheena breasts and the second’s sack. After several moments, she began again lavishing oral attention on Miroku while Kanna approached the bed with a tiny cat-o-nine tails to lightly lash her Kikyou’s ass, Sheena’s breasts and Miroku’s thighs and straining prick. The two squirming women alternated between licking the turgid flesh and ramming the prisoner’s massive tool to the back of their throats in between the delicate flicks. Kikyou swallowed him whole all the way down to the balls, lifting her head with a leisurely pace, teasing him with her teeth and tongue, humming against his taunt skin until her victim was coated with saliva and his own excretions from her efforts. She wiggled in dark pleasure whenever Kanna struck her with the small lash. Sheena would occasionally lean over and kiss Kikyou on the mouth in when she came up for air before taking over by shoving the gleaming staff into her wide mouth.

Miroku was coated in sweat and fought to suppress his desire to cum. The sting of the tiny whip and the wet slippery heat of their mouths, coupled with the voluptuous satin of their bodies were driving him mad. He continued to struggle with conserving his strength but it was too much. Miroku knew that he could only do one thing or the other. There was no way he was going to allow them to win.

‘Sango!’ His tormented soul screamed in agony. Yet he was trapped.

Little did he know the truth of Kanna’s intent.

The leader of The Mikos had plans for Miroku and this did not include him spending in the mouth of one of her girls. No, she was fertile and when he was at the point of no return, she planned on mounting him and conceiving a child. Then Miroku would not be able to escape or choose the human female. It was the oldest trick in the book, but it was effective.

Nazuma watched in horror as Kanna moved away with her whip to stroll towards the mirror that was directly in front of her. Kanna threw the whip away and began undressing as she spoke to Nazuma.

“I know you are there. If you weren’t I would have killed Sango by now.”

Nazuma gritted her teeth at those words. The only reason she was still forcing herself to watch was because Kanna threatened to kill Sango. But now she wasn’t so sure now.

“Don’t worry Nazuma. Unlike you, I always get what I want. There is no one here to take Miroku from me. Too bad for you and Inuyasha, hm?” Kanna was now down to her underwear which was handmade French lace.

Nazuma was shaking with fury. How dare that bitch-??

“You won’t see anyone forcing ME to have an abortion. Again, unlike you, I am going to have a baby from the man I desire. No one will or can make me get rid of it. Aren’t you sorry that you were too weak to keep Inuyasha? Or your child?”

Miroku’s groans became louder as the slurping sounds and laughter of Kikyou and Sheena could be heard even when Nazuma chose not to look at them on the bed. Kanna merely waited for the effect of her words and actions to sink in. People like Nazuma deserved to be thwarted for their weakness!

She turned her back to finish removing the remainder of her garments as her blood raced with excitement.

On the other side of the mirror, Nazuma clenched her hands into fists, until her nails were digging into her palms. That hag! There was no way she going to allow this filth to get away with this! No freaking way!

Miroku was human! Sango was human! Sure she was a human, but she had been forced to join forces with these youkai. Her family had driven her away from Inuyasha because of his demon blood, only to place her in a worse situation because after leaving him, she did not have his protection from the youkai that had noticed her. Unlike Kikyou, she had never done anything to destroy her own. She was not about to start now.

A naked Kanna glanced at the mirror. She could feel the anger and hurt roiling up inside of Nazuma. She needed to remind the little baka of who was in charge and who was the strongest. Turning away with the mirrors with a prevailing feeling of satisfaction, she strolled over to the bed.

Miroku’s entire body was covered in sweat and his erection was straining until it was flushed and pulsing. He was fighting his release while Kikyou and Sheena licked, stroked, and teased every inch of his body until he was shaking.

‘How much more of this??’ he silently screamed in his head. The only thing that gave him consolation was that Kanna was here which meant that Sango was most likely still alive.

The second felt a chill of horror as suddenly, Kikyou and Sheena withdrew from him and a naked and placid faced Kanna approached the bed.

Nazuma allowed her fury to motivate her. No sooner had Kanna walked away after mocking her than she was on her way to the lower levels to free Sango.

The girl was all too aware that any of the extra guards hired by Kanna and members of their club were off duty or gone home by now. Kanna relied solely on the youkai guard she hired to scout the perimeters outside and the multiple barriers to protect her place which was basically a large mansion built into a craggy hillside. The mansion was positioned in such a way it was invisible from above and camouflaged to trespassers on land. Another added plus was the odd mixture of magic and science had kept this place concealed and secure for countless years. Only an insider would know the ins and outs of the place.

Nazuma left the small dark room she’d been forced to say in. It was no bigger than a closet and the entire wall on one side was mirrored so that she had a clear view into the room. There was also a ‘private’ elevator at the end of the hallway that would take her to the lower level. Kanna thought she was the only one with access to it. Nazuma had charmed a few of the guards into letting her use it a few times in the past.

The hallway was dimly lit and stark white with a window and the end of the passage. The floors were polished like off-white hospital tile except they were actually marble. The girl hit a tiny switch hidden along the side of the window, which caused it to slide to the left to reveal the elevator. After a quick glance around, Nazuma stepped inside of the lift, dialed in the security code on a panel built into the wall and waited until the door closed. She retrieved her mask to place it over the lower part of her face so that she would be protected from the fumes that filtered from the toxic lake through the lower level.

Nazuma prayed that she would be able to convince the dangerous female that she was there to help her escape.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The yellow Hummer was blasting Gwen Stefani’s new track “What Are you Waiting For?” while its occupants debated back and forth over their strategy for breaching Kanna’s lair to save their friends.

Inuyasha was beyond impatient. It had been hell on earth to sit next to Kagome the entire way while she and Shippou chatted like long lost friends. The girl had really warmed up to the kitsune and Inuyasha was no fool when it came to the fox youkai’s appeal with the ladies. Many females had been taken in by the appeal of the boyishly pretty face, large emerald eyes and red curls. Shippou had a devilish charm that was disarming and the opposite sex trusted him from the beginning. It didn’t hurt matters that he played in a band called Kitsune-Bi that was modeled after his idols, Linkin Park. The kitsune was the band’s vocalist and lead guitar with a Jay-Z-esque transplanted American ningen named Roscoe Mingus that not only free-styled but played the piano and was proficient in Jazz scat. To say the band was a ‘little’ popular was the equivalent of Sesshoumaru being a tiny bit scary. Had Shippou chosen to join or start a J-Rock band, Inuyasha did not doubt that he would have been immeasurably a success.

The fact was that Shippou was one of The Fangs and a grease monkey to boot without the ambition to aspire to that world. He was content with his life and independence.

Too bad right now he was grating on the dog demon’s nerves. Inuyasha reached over and turned off the CD player in order to keep from hitting the kitsune. He was sick of debating the issue with Shippou and wished he would just shut the fuck up.

“Inuyasha! We can’t leave the car here!” Shippou exclaimed, “There are guards circling the perimeter!”

“Then why don’t you and Kagome both stay here until I rescue Sango and Miroku?”

“What makes you think we’ll be any safer here or less noticed?”

Kagome held her breath. They’d been going at it for about ten minutes and she was shocked that a fight hadn’t erupted. Maybe it would best to not think about that.

Still…Inuyasha looked so…so gorgeous when he was riled like that! His golden eyes gleamed, his silver hair was wildly tossed around his shoulder and his fangs flashed when he snarled at Shippou. Her mind raced over their encounters in the boys’ room, under the bleachers and in her room. She had suppress her arousal at the sight of him, all too aware that not only would he be able to smell her, Shippou would too.

‘I knew that you liked him, slut,’ the voice in her head taunted crashing into her flustered mind.

Kagome internally grimaced. ‘Shut up! I don’t have time for your shit right now!’

‘……..’

‘Good for once your sorry ass is speechless. I hope it’s permanent,’ the miko scoffed at the voice that had mocked her, turning her attention to more important matters.

“I don’t know about you but we need to get the hell in there and out without starting an out and out war with The Mikos. If we did, could you guarantee that The Assassins would back us? Or afford to?”

Inuyasha glowered at the kitsune mechanic. Of course the runt was right, but he’d be damned if he’d admit it in front of Kagome. Hadn’t he been embarrassed enough with this necklace incident back at her house? He owed that old hag for that!

“Keh,” he snorted, folding his arms. He refused to answer.

Kagome sighed. This wasn’t helping matters now that they had arrived at Kanna’s. They had to make a decision because time was running out for Sango. Not to mention the tire marks from Miroku’s bike had abruptly halted here which meant that he was either captured or in danger.

“Listen, what it comes down to is that we don’t have time to argue about this. Sango and Miroku need us. Can’t we just drive back down this hill and park the Hummer in the trees somewhere?” Kagome suggested. It was bad enough that the sun was setting and they had school tomorrow. Not to mention she hadn’t done any of her homework or studied! The only good thing that had come of it all was that it has stopped raining and she’d gotten her book bag back! Still it was Inuyasha’s fault that she’d left it in the first place.

“You could disguise it, right Shippou?” Inuyasha sneered at her and she was tempted to us the necklace if they weren’t in the midst of a rescue.

Shippou gave an enthusiastic nod. Finally someone to counter Inu-baka’s bullshit! He could make the Hummer look a like large boulder.

“Sure, Kagome. I could camouflage the Hummer into a big rock. We have to hurry because it will only last for about 30 minutes though.”

By now, Inuyasha had gotten out of the truck and was striding up the hill. He didn’t have time for this shit! It was bad enough she had his emotions tied into knots after only one day and now she had sided with his underling against him! As pissed off as he was right now, he felt it would be better to leave them and trek on ahead before he killed them both. It certainly didn’t help that he was horny as hell either!

“Inuyasha!” Kagome and Shippou had followed him, puzzled at his abrupt departure. “Where are-?”

Before she could finish her question, there was a loud explosion behind them and debris was flying in the air and falling down around them. Inuyasha had already turned by then; his keen hearing had picked up the sound of the launcher before the rocket impacted with Shippou’s Hummer. He managed to grab the pair, running up the hill to safety to deposit them at the side entrance of what appeared to be one of Kanna’s garages.

Shippou’s face crumpled into lines of horror and grief as he stopped to look at the smoldering pile of rubble that was once his truck. He fell to his knees, and Kagome stooped down beside him to put an arm around his shoulders. Behind them, Inuyasha muttered, “Looks like they already know we’re here.”

A/N: Love to all the peeps who wrote emails to me and reviews! Gomen nasai for my tardiness in getting this out. I meant to post by Saturday but the weekend got crazy. LunaChick you are the best! Really enjoyed “In Bed W/the Mob” last installment. Next update for “bb” will be sooner…

As for bb’s sequel-
It will be a Rin/Sess lemon fic. I know a lot of fans have trouble with the Rin/Sess deal, which is understandable. I do respect your feelings on the matter. I try and write stories -“Tribute”- (usually AU) where he has NOT raised her, or they are total strangers. Depending on who you read and what is ‘interpreted’ from Takahashi-sensei’s interviews, it has been suggested that Sesshoumaru’s role is not as a father (he IS a killer and a demon after all) but as an older brother/companion/guardian-friend and that Rin does not regard him as a parental substitute but as the above. I don’t see a Woody Allen/adopted daughter thing when I read Rin/Sess fics if they are as well done as for instance, The Maven’s.

Also, I never felt that Kagome and Shippou are ‘mother and son’. I’ve seen sooo many stories (excellent and bad) with authors who feel this way, which is fine. But they seemed liked siblings to me. Shippou is another ‘baby brother’ for Kagome but more unique to her than Souta. She can ‘baby’ him in ways she can’t Souta, since his needs are different than Shippou’s but who knows? When he was younger, she may have ‘babied’ Souta the same way?

:shrug: So as much as I love the Kagura/Sess fan fictions, I enjoy reading and writing Rin/Sess ones also. However, I will be posting a Kag/Sess fic for all you guys who prefer that pairing cuz I like it as well. Until then, thanks for all the support and reviews-you guys rock.

Just responding to a few comments and airing my ‘unasked for opinion’. I love you guys! Tell me what you think! I’m interested.

PS songiesworld, I will be reading and reviewing your work next :wink:


Author’s Music Notes:

*song lyrics Evanescence “You’re Taking Over me” from CD “Fallen”

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