Shatter

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Note: Thanks for all
the nice reviews! I only do the whole individual thing the first round… but I
thank you all! So, without further ado… on-ness to the fic-ness!

 

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.

 

-.-

 

"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.

 

-.-

 

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**