Shatter

Note: Bored, bored


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Note: Bored, bored.
**yawns** Oi, thanks for the reviews and offers, folks… but so many people
offered to Beta, I couldn't choose just one, and if I ran it through too many
people, it might lose it's "me"-ness. I try to give my fics a bit of
a personal touch… and besides, what would I use as an excuse for me laziness?
XD

 

And I remember
someone making a comment about making this an Inu-Yasha/Miroku fic. I'm not
particularly good at shounen-ai… so no, not this fic. ^.^ Inu-Yasha does seem
to be a bit more concerned than normal… if you want to count that. But I plan
to work on a more innocent piece next.

 

Here's four, folks…
several more of my acquaintances who've read my fics have come to be, disturbed
^.^ Yay! It goes downhill from here!

 

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Chapter 4- Twilight

"All that spirits desire, spirits attain."

-Kahlil Gibran, The Poet of Baalbek

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Miroku awoke to dimness all around. At first he
suspected he was indoors, but upon looking up he saw that it was merely night
out, and his position under the trees had blocked the starlight.

 

It wasn't full-fledged night.
Evening, he could see where the sky lightened slightly to what must have been
the east. Or… was it morning? He couldn't have known how long he'd been out.

 

He tried moving himself. His limbs
were sluggish, and his breathing was labored. He felt drained, and it was hard
to stir. Only a thin white sheet covered him… Naraku, apparently, had taken his
clothes.

 

He remembered the events of the
previous day and shuddered. He managed to shift to a sitting position, and the
sheet fell down about his waist, exposing his bare chest and stomach. The
sudden shock of cold air caused him to jerk against the tree bark behind him.

 

"You humans must love your
sleep," Naraku's voice breathed amusedly into the monk's ear from behind.
Miroku jumped, but Naraku was in front of him before he could even try to
stand. His face was shadowed fetchingly in the dark half-light, and his eyes
caught what little luminance there was, reflecting it twofold.

 

Miroku only glared in reply.

 

"You slept all day. That's
just as well… you'll need your energy," The hanyou moved uncomfortably
close, his face inches from Miroku's.

 

"Don't touch me," Miroku
snarled.

 

Naraku defied him immediately,
reaching up to lightly stroke the side of Miroku's face. His touch sent a
tingle down the back of Miroku's neck, causing the hairs there to rise.
"Don't tell me what to do, Miroku. You are at my mercy. You will do as I
command."

 

"No." Miroku said
flatly.

 

Naraku's eyes flashed, and his
hand moved down to the side of Miroku's neck. His fingers brushed over the
sensitive skin, and Miroku gave an involuntarily shiver. "You can deny me
all you want. I can bend you to my will. All humans can be manipu-"

 

"Go to hell, Naraku!"
Miroku shouted with sudden vehemence, his eyes glowering.

 

Naraku paused for only a split
second- and then his grip on the monk's neck tightened painfully and he pressed
Miroku up against the back of the tree, hissing lowly in his throat. Miroku
choked and coughed, but did not gasp for breath, did not show any weakness. His
face began to flush, and he shut his eyes. Soon, the flush deepened, and his
mouth began to make subtle, desperate movements.

 

He needed air!

 

Naraku tightened his grip. Miroku
made a small, unintelligible noise, his body jerking violently.

 

At the last possible moment before
unconsciousness, Naraku released him, and Miroku fell limply back, gasping and
sputtering for breath. Air entered his lungs painfully, and he shut his eyes
against the searing flames spreading through his body with every breath.

 

"You'll need to learn to
submit, monk,t; Nt; Naraku's voice was hard and harsh. He sank his claws into
Miroku's shoulder, grabbing him and forcing him down to the ground, face-up.
Miroku hadn't the strength to fight back- and he was still trying to catch his
breath. Naraku wasn't making it any easier, with his weight on Miroku's chest.

 

For a while, Naraku only watched
him. Then finally, once he thought Miroku had gained almost all of his breath,
he shimmied down the monk's hips once more.

 

Miroku hadn't noticed- his lungs
ached with every breath and his limbs were shaking. Dammit. He'd pushed his
luck again, hadn't he?

 

Naraku leaned down, suddenly
pulling back the sheet and taking Miroku's full length into his mouth.

 

The sensation hit the unsuspecting
Miroku like a brick wall. "AH!" he arched, digging his fingernails
into the earth. What… the…? He only managed to raise his head enough to see
what Naraku was doing.

 

Naraku inwardly smiled, and
sucked, lightly running his fingers over the sensitive flesh at the monk's
inner thighs.

 

"Nngh," Miroku managed
to raise his hand, biting into his knuckle to keep from crying out. Electric
shocks of pleasure raced up and down his spine, leaving tingling traces in
their wake. This was so wrong… but it felt so good…

 

Naraku slid his mouth slowly up
his shaft, pausing slightly at the head to apply the most delicate of pressures
with his teeth. Miroku's back stiffened and he made a tiny, whimpering noise.
Naraku did not bother to hide his grin.

 

He rose up and moved forward until
he had his hands on either side of the monk's face, and dipped down, grabbing
his wrist from Miroku's mouth. "You like that…?" he asked. Miroku
noticed, with some curiosity, that Naraku seemed oddly breathless.

 

Miroku glared weakly, for he felt
both exhausted and exhilarated at the same time, and he was sorely confused.

 

Naraku took his hand and slid one
of the fingers into his mouth, sucking lightly. Miroku stared back at him, his
face a mixture of expression. Naraku allowed his mouth to glide up, and he
nibbled the tip, flicking his tongue over it and grinning.

 

This whole time, his other hand
had glided slowly down over Miroku's bared form, creeping inexorably towards
the junction of the monks thighs. Now, as it reached its destination, it
wrapped around the semi-rigid member.

 

Miroku drew his breath in sharply,
and Naraku took another finger in his mouth, closing his eyes and concentrating
on the caremovemovements of his fingers. Slowly, he moved his closed hand up
and down, stroking the sensitive flesh and thumbing the tip. Miroku's entire
body gave a single spasm.

 

"Ohh…" once again,
Miroku furiously cursed himself.

 

Naraku suddenly moved violently,
sucking hard on Miroku' s finger and pumping the monk's erection with his fist
at an accelerated, blindingly pleasurable rate.

 

Miroku's back arched and he gave a
broken cry- he had succumbed. His body went completely limp and his face
burning with shame. Naraku bent down and claimed his prey's mouth, roughly
sliding his tongue into the hot depths. Miroku was too lost to offer
resistance, and Naraku pulled him sharply up.

 

Miroku choked his moans in his
throat- it was already painful enough that Naraku had snuffed his spirit. He
managed to keep relatively silent and still, but he couldn't stop himself from
giving a mighty thrash when his body caved in and he came, emptying himself
over Naraku's hand.

 

He fell back, suddenly even more
exhausted then he initially had been.

 

"Such a weak
resistance," Naraku said, half scornfully, half amusedly.

 

Miroku looked away, hanging limp
in Naraku's grasp.

 

"I certainly hope you're not
too tired," the hanyou purred. "You'll need your energy… for
tonight…" he lay Miroku back down, and stepped back, fading into the shadows.

bsp;bsp;

The monk lay on the ground, his
chest still heaving. Above him, in the sky, he could see tiny pinpricks of
brilliant light… and father to the north, a glowing orb hung in the velvet
cloak of night like a medallion.

 

The full moon had risen.

 

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Note: Short, short chapter. I'll make up for it later, I
promise. Keep those lovely reviews coming, and thanks for all your support,
folks!