In Crimson Blood
The Awakening Of The Hanyou
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THE
AWAKENING OF THE HANYOU.
Warning: An intimate scene
between dead Miroku and Inuyasha
with an audience.
What would you say when you set
eyes on somebody rubbing their person against someone that looks to be dead for
quiet a while and decaying?
Would you shun the idea, would
you be haunted by the image or would it tickle a part inside of you, the
darkness that resides in you, that would even shame the moonless night?
How would you react to a certain
white haired hanyou , bare and naked, moaning his lover’s
name helplessly, rubbing his throbbing length along side of his lover’s
own, nipping and suckling and biting desperately, passionately on the still
man’s face, chest, abdomen…his
dead lover’s face, chest, abdomen!!!
“ugh…
Would you shiver when a wet
tongue would rinse the dead man’s chest or would you feel nauseous when
it would give the shivered manhood a thorough bathing? Would you throb for the
dead one when his beloved would howl in pleasure, moan for him? Would you wish
to be the hands of the dead to caress his lover’s skin, kiss the
bittersweet tears or touch his lover as intimately as his soul is howling for!
I wish I could, but I
can’t. The wind though, is trying its best…whispering the bidding
of the death for all to hear.
“
Or, or are you too disgusted even
by the thought? Are you stunned by the image? Would the tongue, the act, the
moans, the faces come to haunt you? Will the act be horrendous to you?
Yet, I am not disgusted. And so
is not Lord Sesshomaru. Yes, maybe the image would
haunt us, but not in the way that would disgust us.
No. It will not.
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He watches him. Far enough for
not to be seen but close, too close to watch something that intimate, something
that he shouldn’t. Something forbidden!!!
A demented hanyou
and his dead lover, under the starless, ghostly sky, moon too reluctant to
witness such an act, naked as the day they were born, as primal as it could
get, as taboo as one could perform and yet, the lord stands still, not even in
the shadows, with…with thirst in his eyes!!!
Lust! Lust! His eyes speak
volumes of Lust!!!
What is it that attracts him so
much towards the little one that he cannot even refrain himself from watching
such an act?
“Ah! Ah! Ah!”
Anyone can smell that the dead
one is stinking, is decaying for it must have been countless haunting nights
and days to his death. His body has been dragged along, the lifeless has faced
the burn of elements, when he should have been lying, buried, lulled to sleep
eternal. Under the calmness of the soil, in the womb of the
earth. Not cradled and being taken from place to place by his beloved.
How much must it hurt him not to be
able to return the love, the passion he’s been receiving. Not to voice
his own moans and pleasure along with his beloved. Oh!
But it doesn’t even
he wishes, wants the dead one with him, wants to love him, lust pours out of
him, passion so thick that it blurs his rationale. He looks weak enough to pass
out. The hunger, fatigue must be having its toll on him. It’s a miracle
that he can perform so much of a passionate primal act. He loved the one, still
loves him, wants him with him, wants him wants him and
that is all.
“ugh!!”
The body has boundaries, but the
mind has none. His mind seems to have been taken over his body. No limits for
its thoughts, strength and even craziness.
Such vigor! Such ardor!
“
But the lord, the lord is not
crazy or uncontrolled. He is in control. He IS control. He has mastered the art
of it, mastered emotions, something that binds every youkai,
nigen and hanyou alike.
Then why is the lust, the anger
for whenever he sees the taboo one?
It seems he hasn’t yet been
able to master indifference. The little one affects him a lot.
seems. Otherwise he won’t be staring at the glistened skin of the
one’s moving back, won’t be mesmerized by the play of the muscle,
the lithe strength of the hanyou’s body, the
redness of the hanyou’s erect
hardness…won’t be smelling his arousal and inhaling its scent like
it’s the scent of the flowers that the little girl used to present him
with.
He won’t be having that
glint in his eyes like we had seen not few days before.
Time to wake up!!!
Take care! Take caution little
one. Your lover is dead. DEAD. You know that but now
is the time to heed in it. Drown in it but faze out of this!! Let the truth of
it shred you apart. Let it bring you down. But, but heed my words, take care,
take caution of the one that’s been staring at you, rejoicing in your
lustful moans, relishing in the act that he would have shunned if it
hadn’t been you.
It is time. Wake up
“
up!!
“Noo…
The beauty of
your arch, the smell of your seed, the shower of light of the moon. The
night isn’t starless, your
tears glistens on the plane of your cheeks, the air doesn’t reek the
scent of the dead but swells in the scent, in the possibility of life, your
semen.
“NOOOOOOOO
Your eyes doesn’t cloud,
they look defeated yes, but they, they are alive.
He has seen too much. Even the
lord has his limits when it concerns you. You have woken up. It is good. But
you have woken up something in him too. Something that shouldn’t be alive
and beating this hard right now!
Now, let your beloved rest, let
your body lull to the sleep it’s been wanting, but before that, before
that little one…RUN!!! Yes, Run.
his eyes. The smell around him tells enough. You won’t be able to
fight him now.
TAKE CARE. TAKE CAUTION. HEED MY WORDS.
RUN!!!
A/N: Next will be
a little different from before…thought this would be a little easy to
understand…hehe…