Shatter

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Note: 8*sniff** I lurve you guys so much. Thanks for all
the positive reviews and whatnot, it's vurra nice.

First of al…
GOMENASAI! My computer monitor was broke. For a long time. Drove me crazy. I
was all… gottawritegottawrite… my dad let me use his laptop. Once. But the keys
are weird and I made forty typos every two seconds so I gave up. 'Sides, I
wouldn't've gotten anything done.

Is wouldn't've a
word!?

Porlly not. Well,
I've been drowned in romantic mush for a week. **grumpy stare** Damn Romeo and
Juliet… Damn Valentine's day. I need pain and torture.

So I write ^^

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Chapter 5- Shattered

"O happy dagger!


This is thy sheath;
there rest, and let me die."

-William Shakespeare,
The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet

 

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Miroku had fallen asleep.

 

Naraku watched him as he slumbered,
a faintly annoyed expression on his face. Even as he watched the monk, he felt
a stirring inside him- the arousal of his own desires. He had awaken that
deeply repressed side of him- Onigumo- and an even more deeply repressed urge
was pulsing through his veins.

 

Until
now, he had been simply pleasuring his victim- not out of affection or of any
feeling but vehemence towards him- but simply to exercise and hold his
authority over the monk. Of course, putting him through so much mental anguish
and inner turmoil was a nice side effect.

 

Naraku
chuckled darkly. He was in control. Miroku knew that. After all, how could
Miroku resist when he couldn't even control his own body? But, then again, he'd
managed to, if not stop himself from succumbing, retain some of his dignity. He
had resisted with all his might…

 

That
could not be allowed to happen again. Naraku stood. He'd have to fetch some
supplies… but now he would break that monk. Then he would have his way with
him.

 

Tonight,
Miroku would writhe. Tonight… the monk would cry for him.

 

-.-

 

Inu-Yasha
was a hard hanyou to control, once he had his mind stuck on something. He
roamed the nearby forests, much to Sango and Shippou's protests, and even
considered going down the well to fetch Kagome. He tried- but was stopped due
to a very prominent law of physics.

 

Giant
two-tailed cat youkai run fast and pounce hard. Likewise, they are heavier than
hanyous.

 

Finally,
Inu-Yasha concedo wao wait- but he made no effort to conceal his worry and
agitation. He still prowled the forest near the village, and tried vainly to
regain somewhat his sense of smell, but the herbs were strong, and clung to him
like a heavy fog on a cold night.

 

It
was night now. Sango had dropped off to sleep. Inu-Yasha looked to her. He
could tell she was probably twice as worried as he was… but she was a rational,
logical thinker. Poor girl- she couldn't help but be tactful, for she was
raised that way. Shippou… well, since when had Inu-Yasha understood Shippou?

 

He
stood now, looking at the newly-risen full moon. He was sick of waiting. He
looked around, wary of Kirara.

 

She
was asleep, curled up at Sango's side.

 

The
hanyou wasted no more time; he turned and bolted off, straight through the
forest. Leaf litter and loam flew under his feet, and he leaped with great
agility from one side to the other, dodging trees and vaulting from hills.
Every step was one fueled by blind desperation- a desperation to save his
friend.

 

He
felt a choking in his throat. Miroku…

 

-.-

 

At
that moment, the aforementioned Houshi slowly opened his eyes, and then closed
them again, cringing.

 

He
remembered.

 

He
sat up, shaking a bit. Naraku's white bn pen pelt had been draped over him,
shielding him from twilight's chill. He brushed it off disgustedly, rather
being exposed than touched by that. His shudders deepened and he looked
around. No sign of Naraku. Miroku stood up, looking around for his clothes when
he heard an all-too-familiar voice.

 

"What
ails you? Are you that susceptible to this cold, monk?"

 

Miroku
spun, facing Naraku. He was shaking now with suppressed rage- or was it fear?
He seemed to have lost the ability to distinguish between the two…

 

"It
seems you are." Naraku's crimson gaze narrowed ever so slightly. "How
boring." He paused. "You'll need some warming up."

 

Miroku
opened his mouth to speak, but only a choked growl of rage came forth. He
didn't look hardly menacing- standing there in the pale moonlight without a
stitch of clothing. Rather, to Naraku, the blaze in his eyes, combined with the
aforementioned elements, appeared quite seductive.

 

The
hanyou stepped forward- the human backed away. Naraku smiled. "Still
resisting me?" he had scarcely finished those words when Miroku spoke, his
voice low with menace.

 

"Go
to hell."

 

Naraku
shook in withheld laughter. Eventually, it came out as a low, ominous sound
that caused Miroku to involuntarily shudder. "No… you'll be the one going
to hell tonight."

 

Miroku's
eyes narrowed further, though he hadn't stopped shaking.

 

"Or…
perhaps heaven."

 

Naraku
made no move towards the human; he merely set something he'd been carrying down
upon the ground. It was a makeshift sack, and as he opened it, Miroku saw his
robes. Naraku threw them at the monk.

 

"Get
dressed."

 

Miroku
took his clothes, carefully feeling and sniffing them to make sure nothing was
amiss. Then he gratefully slid them on, tying the bow with the usual care and
then looking to Naraku, who was leaning against a tree, waiting.

 

"You
seem to obey well enough to my commands…" Naraku smirked. "Sit
down."

 

Miroku
glared defiantly, but did as he was told, eager to avoid further…
"punishment."

 

Naraku
stood again, and circled Miroku. "…Now stand up." Miroku obeyed.

 

'What's
he up to?' Miroku eyes him suspiciously from the corner of his eye. Naraku
seemed to be checking him out, viewing all aspects of his clothed self before…
before what? "…what are you doing?"

 

"Be
quiet." Naraku snapped.

 

"What
are you up to?" Miroku repeated, this time with more force. He wasn't
going down without a fight.

 

That
was just what Naraku wanted… dece. ce. A reason to break the human. He felt
triumph and anticipation rise within. He'd stalled long enough- testing the
monk's patience… and soon he would strike back. Soon… but first…

 

"Why
do you even bother, Miroku? Do you honestly think they'll come?"

 

Miroku's
fierce expression faltered. "…who?"

 

"Your
comrades. You're putting faith in them, fueled by empty promises. Inu-Yasha… do
you think he'll try to save you?"

 

Miroku's
anger flared up again. "I don't see why not."

 

"You've
been nothing but a burden to them from the start." Naraku was moving in
for the kill. He's spent the last hour or so gaining knowledge on the houshi,
and now he was going to use it. "Even you met them by causing them trouble.
You brought along with you a curse, playing solely on their sympathies to keep
you for the journey. Though you are useful, you're still a frail, fragile
human, easily manipulated, easily filled with mistrust and hate." He went
on, and even though Miroku put a brave façade, he could see his poison working
through the monk already.

 

"It's
surprising they haven't gotten rid of you sooner. No doubt your absence is
quite a relief. You're nothing but a waste, with your pathetically short life
and your petty preoccupation with the opposite sex."

 

Finally,
he stopped. Miroku stood there; staring forward, but blankly… then he lowered
his head. It seemed to make sense. Sango's constant rejection of him…
Inu-Yasha's short, brash manner…could Naraku be right?

 

No.
It was a lie. A trap.

 

"That's
not true," he said quietly.

 

"Which
part?" Naraku goaded him.

 

"All
of it!" Miroku looked up to him, his orchid eyes blazing in passionate
fury, so fiery that Naraku gave a slight shudder- not of fear, but of desire.
"My comrades do not see me the way you claim they do! How could you know
what it is to be a part of such a group!?" he stepped forward slightly.
"And I may be a mere mortal, but I am not weak, and I am not easily
manipulated-"

 

The
line Naraku was waiting for. The hanyou moved with speed that defied the eye,
elbowing Miroku sharply in the chest even before he had stopped running,
knocking the breath out of him.

 

Miroku
fell to the ground, and Naraku came after him, lowered on his hands and knees,
straddling his stomach. "We shall see about that," he breathed lowly.


 

-.-

 

Mrs.
Higurashi was quite glad to have Kagome back. Her daughter had gone on an
outing with her friends to celebrate the passing of her latest exam. She smiled
to remember Kagome bursting through the door after school, crying out
jubilantly… and thoroughly scaring the cat. It was Mrs. Higurashi who had
suggested they go see a movie to celebrate.

 

Souta had declined to join them, and now he
was simply lazing about at home, flopped on the couch.

 

She was in the middle of cooking a particularly nice
dinner when she heard a scratch at the door. "Buyo?" she trotted
over, opening the screen, and sure enough the heavyset cat waddled right in.
"Why are you coming in so early?" she slowly slid the screen shut.
"Usually you wait-"

 

"WHERE'S
KAGOME!?"

 

The
screen door nearly shattered under the force of Inu-Yasha's entrance. The
screen rattled in it s frame, and there was Inu-Yasha himself, in all his
worried glory. The hanyou looked slightly winded, and urgency shone in his
bright golden eyes.

 

"P-Pardon!?"
Mrs. Higurashi was flustered.

 

"Hey,
Inu-Yasha!" Souta called, running into the room and skidding slightly in
his socked feet. "What's the matter?"

 

"I
need to find Kagome," he hurriedly explained. "It could be a matter
of life or death!"

 

"Sh-she's
at the movies. The older Tokyo Cinema on Sakura Street…"

 

"Where!?"
Inu-Yasha's ears fell visibly back in surprise.

 

"I
know the way," Souta piped. "It's right down-"

 

"No
time to explain!" Inu-Yasha scooped the boy up. "I'll be right
back!" and he sped off, leaving an even more flustered Mrs. Higurashi. She
stood there, eyes wide and blank, until Buyo nudged her leg and she looked
down.

 

"No
wonder Kagome comes home whenever she can…"

 

"Neow."

 

-.-

 

Naraku
grabbed Miroku by the shoulders and threw him roughly against the side of a
broad tree. "First… some assurance."

 

He
yanked the purple material of Miroku's robe free, forcefully removing the rest
of his clothes once more. He bent down, pinning Miroku's arms with his hands as
he tasted the flesh uncovered into the night air, worrying it with his lips and
tongue.

 

Miroku
struggled beneath him.

 

Naraku
made care not to hurt him, and rose up slightly, still holding him to the
ground. Grabbing part of the purple material between his teeth, he ripped it in
half, discarding one section to the side while holding the rest in his fangs,
baring them in an almost sensual manner.

 

He
grabbed Miroku's wrists, forcing them above his head. He brought them together
between a half-upturned root on the ground, and wrapped them tightly against
one another with the purple cloth. He tied them snug, so the monk couldn't part
them, but not enough to hurt.

 

Miroku
pulled against the root, but it curved above the ground only for a short
period, and both sections were anchored in feet of earth. He growled. Naraku wasn't finished.

 

He
looped the other section of cloth about Miroku's neck, forming a rough collar.
Tying it securely, he pulled sharply on the slack, forcing Miroku to face him.

 

He
said nothing. Finally, he grinned, still silent, and shoved the monk back down.

 

After
clearing the space, he effortlessly spread Miroku's legs- though the monk
fought him; Naraku was a great deal stronger. Naraku settled his hands on
Miroku's thighs, looking up.

 

Miroku
had turned his face away and shut his eyes tight, quivering slightly. He was
afraid. Naraku inhaled deeply. The scent of the moist earth and the sharp pang
of fear, mingled with the heady fragrance of Miroku's exposed flesh formed
quite the aphrodisiac. Needing no further goading, he once again lowered his
head, tasting the flesh of Miroku's manhood.

 

Miroku's
body tensed, and he bit back a groan. Naraku took his gradually stiffening
member into his mouth, sliding his tongue over it and drawing away, gently
blowing on the wet skin.

 

"Ngh,"
Miroku's hips twitched.

 

"Don't
fight it," Naraku ran a finger slowly up the side, nipping the tip
lightly, dipping his tongue briefly over the tiniest of holes there.
"Succumb. It's in your nature…" he licked the underside, moving at an
agonizingly slow pace.

 

Miroku's
chest began to heave. How inviting.

 

Naraku
slithered up Miroku's body, once again straddling the monk's waist. He leaned
down, lightly kissing the bare, smooth skin of the chest before moving to his
left nipple and gently taking it between his teeth.

 

"Ah…"
Miroku's gasped, startled.

 

Naraku
grinned against him, goading the nub into hardness with his lips and tongue,
and then sucking deliciously while tweaking the other beneath his fingers. He
could feel Miroku's heartbeat beneath him… racing…

 

Miroku's
entire spine gave a minute spasm. The human was trying to control his own body…
Naraku would make sure that wouldn't happen.

 

He
allowed his remaining hand to slither slowly over Miroku's abdomen, stopping
the grip Miroku's now-erect member. He bid his fingers to drift up and down the
length, sucking on Miroku's nipple as the friction between the heated skin and
his hand left fiery traces of burning pleasure.

 

Miroku's
back arched, and he gave a small, unintelligible sound. "Unh…"

 

Naraku
raised himself up with one hand, still gripping Miroku in the other. Slowly, he
drew the second hand away, and Miroku's hips raised, straining for his. His
legs spread wider, as if begging for attention to the burning center of his
lust.

 

Naraku
grinned darkly in victory, and Miroku looked away, closing his eyes in shame.

 

"…"
Naraku suddenly pulled to the side, reaching for the bag that had remained
where it was dropped, not far away. He pulled out the last item he was looking
for- a small bottle, filled with a murky orangeish liquid.

 

Miroku
ventured to open his eyes a bit, confused by the pause.

 

Naraku
popped the cork that secured the bottle off, and slid a finger easily down the
wide neck of the bottle. He drew it out, staring down at Miroku, and slid back
down again.

 

"Wh…what're
you…" Miroku tried to rise up, But Naraku forced him back down. He
complied, and the hanyou spread his legs even farther, grinning when he found
no resistance. He curled his now-slick finger… and then slid it inside of the
monk.

 

Miroku
jerked, at first, in pure shock and his eyes widened at this new indignity… and
then as Naraku probed further, his spine gave a jerk, and his face bore one of
utter surprise.

 

"There,"
Naraku muttered casually, as he roughly stroked the monk's sweet spot.

 

Miroku's
back arched, and he gave a low, delicious moan. "Ohhh…"

 

Naraku
chuckled, sliding another finger inside. "You like that, eh?"

 

Miroku's
breath was coming short, and he gave another throaty groan.

 

Naraku
began to pump the digits in and out, starting slowly at first, reveling in the
pain of submission in Miroku's eyes, and then moving faster as the monk's body
responded to him like an instrument to a musician. He worked him faster, and
Miroku's hips rose to meet his fingers.

 

"Ahhh…"
Miroku shook with desire. Pleasure thrummed through his systems, leaving him
wanting- no, needing- more.

 

Naraku
suddenly pulled his fingers out. Miroku twitched, straining towards him and
giving a low whimpering noise.

 

"You
want more?" Naraku grinned as he allowed his own kimono to slide from his
shoulders. Miroku closed his eyes again, gritting his teeth and looking away.

 

Naraku
soon undressed himself, though Miroku did not see, for his had buried his face
in his arm in shame. The hanyou emptied the contents of the bottle onto his
hands, applying it thickly onto his own member before wiping his hands on his
discarded clothing.

 

"Miroku…"
he once again moved up the houshi, holding him ready. "Cry out for
me."

 

And
then he thrust his hips forward, forcefully entering the monk.

 

Miroku's
body reacted with equal violence, his eyes wide. There was a small shock of
pain, followed by a stretching feeling… and the Naraku grunted, moving inside
him in smooth, powerful strokes.

 

"Ahh!"
Miroku cried, fighting against his bonds. Naraku gripped the slack of his cloth
collar, drawing him into a crushing kiss.

 

He
was met with no resistance. The hanyou slithered his tongue into the sweet heat
of Miroku's mouth, furiously moving his lips against Miroku's. Yes. Yesss…

 

With
his mind clouded by the blinding, mind-blowing pleasure… Miroku responded. His
tongue hesitantly entered Naraku's mouth, and soon his own jaws were working
against Naraku's furiously. The hanyou gave a groan of triumph, and broke away
for a breath, still thrusting, now raggedly panting. "Say… my name,"
he growled, testing the limits of his authority.

 

"Naraku!"
Miroku cried brokenly. His hips thrust in time with Naraku's strokes, his
entire body was at Naraku's control. "Ahhh!"

 

Naraku
drove him harder, provoking further shouts from Miroku, who writhed beneath
him, screaming like a mindless animal. Suddenly, Naraku felt a force explode in
the back of his head, and mind-numbing ecstasy of which the likes he had never
known rushed through every sinew and muscle of his body. He gave a wordless
cry, which was followed closely by another howl from the monk beneath him.

 

Naraku
felt himself release, and Miroku did the same. Gasping, the monk fell back as a
warm bliss gripped him. For a split second, he reveled in it- the felt of a
warm body against his… the soft earth beneath him. It was a utopia. An
all-consuming feeling of utter splendor…

 

Nirvana.


 

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Note: Weee! I had
entirely too much fun writing that! XD