I'm Not Well, But I'm Better

“Well this is comfortable. Why did you cut me out of my clothes in the first place?”, Rin groused, pulling at a shirt long enough to be a dress. Which was exactly what it was, because Naraku had nothing else she could wear – at least it wasn’t a white shirt, she fumed.

Even though she was covered adequately; the shirt touched her knees, Rin still felt amazingly exposed. Not having underwear on did that to a person. The knee-high black boots were like insult to injury. Rin found she unconsciously tugged the tail of the shirt under her ass every time she sat down and then neurotic about how high the damn thing rode when she did sit, the irritated woman popped back up off the couch to pace the floor once more.

“My coat is over there – put it on and stop pacing. Your heels are giving me a headache.”, Onigumo snarled at her once from his closet.

“Oh really? Well, they make drugs for that, you sick fuck.”, she muttered to herself and then she wailed back, “Then why the hell did you cut off my clothes, Naraku?”

She heard a door slam as she found the long black coat. Rin had put an arm in one of the voluminous sleeves when she was turned around by a hard hand on her shoulder.

Naraku glared down at her, lines of aggravation etched along his aquiline nose and was about to yell something, when instead he started laughing at her. It was an ugly, malevolent laugh and Rin found she wanted to punch him more than she wanted to know what was so fucking funny!

He let go of her and walked back from whence he came. A moment later, the lanky physician was back before her with a very familiar dark purple object hung over his arm.

“Take it off.”, he leered.

Rin looked hard at the purple thing on his arm and her stomach fell to the floor.

“Oh no. No fucking way. I’m not wearing that.”, Rin refused outright – with feeling.

“The overcoat is too long; you look like a ridiculous child cross-dresser.”

“I am not going to wear that lab coat. I’d rather go nude.”, Rin replied and crossed her arms in stubborn finality.

She was not going to cover herself in something so blatantly belonging to the sadistic physician Dr. Onigumo. It just wasn’t a line she could cross; the professional roles that were cast around them both were separate entities on many levels – she refused to mingle the gorgeously doomed and tragic Naraku with the malefic, egomaniacal butcher Dr. Onigumo…

…even if they were the same person.

Like all those who lived two lives, Rin had built heavy barriers against her personal and professional lives and these were not to be torn asunder by her inconvenient need to go out in public properly clothed.

Naraku looked hard at her and in one smooth motion had tossed his lab coat on the floor and grabbed the lapel of his borrowed shirt. Rin had time to take a half a breath and then buttons were flying as Naraku ripped the front on the shirt open with a wicked smile.

“That was your shirt, you idiot!”, Rin spat at him and twisted out of Naraku’s grasp.

He laughed at her again and stalked into the nearby kitchen. Grabbing a long sharp knife from its bar, the beast hefted it at her with a nimble spin, “Would you rather eat in, then?” he cocked an eyebrow at her nakedness and licked his thin lips in a thoroughly obscene way.

“Give me another shirt.”, was her counter offer.

~*~

Rin hated ryokan-style food. She hated the formality of it, she hated the tortured attention to detail, every last piece of food in its right place. And given her present state of undress, she really hated sitting on the floor. Rin squirmed upon her bent legs, hoping the stupid shirt was riding up anywhere.

She’d never been much for Middle-Eastern food either and the dark opium den ambiance was disconcerting, no matter how hungry she was. The pierced brass lantern above them threw weird colored light over everything and some kind of weird, foreign-sounding music droned from somewhere and everywhere. Everywhere she looked seemed covered with squirming abstract patterns that snared her eyes in torturous optical illusions. Thankfully, her stomach would occasionally growl and snap her eyes back to the present.

Her partner in this dining adventure was lounging against the dark red wall behind him. Naraku ignored her for the most part, inwardly enjoying the small woman’s discomfort very much. Always just this side of embarrassed, a rosy tint coated Rin’s cheeks and her neck. She was easily tormented now that some armor had been stripped off. Resting his dark head on one long hand, Naraku concentrated on his thoughts and continued to stare just over Rin’s head.

“Are you uncomfortable, Taisho? Why don’t you just stretch out and enjoy yourself?”, Naraku’s smoky voice poked at her.

“Bet you’d like that show, wouldn’t you?”, Rin hissed back angrily and shifted on her numbing heels again. “Bastard.”

“I’d like that show very much, little girl.”, he leaned forward over the low table; under the fuming light of the lamp Naraku’s face was a twisted mask of leering monstrosity. He quickly resumed his lounging. “I thought you said you were hungry.”

Rin turned her face away and looked somewhere else in frustrated irritation. She was hungry. He’d ordered them some sort of unintelligible dish, she’d never heard of the slurring, clipped names he’d effortlessly tossed at the bland waiter. Rin really hoped it was nothing… unnatural. Letting her eyes swivel back to her tormentor, Rin kept one eye on Naraku as she toyed with a small wrought silver cup. The coffee-ish substance within tasted like some kind of weird spice and she hated that it was so sweet; a smile flew quickly across her lips at the common memory of telling Kagome she liked her coffee just as she liked her men – white and bitter.

Hey… that wasn’t very funny… Rin frowned at herself. Luckily she didn’t have to dwell on it long as the food then arrived.

Rin stared at the large plate of strange meat in front of Naraku. He’d ordered something for him… but not for her. The sneaky son-of-a-bitch…

Naraku grinned at her and made a rather enjoyable show of dipping one long white finger in the mingled blood and sauce then licking it clean. Rin let him gloat at her for as long as she could stand it.

“Enjoying yourself?”

“Very much. Would you like a taste?”

“What is it, first?”, Rin wondered with trepidation. Her mind was supplying all kinds of horror-show possibilities. Knowing Onigumo, it could be stewed baby.

“Come over here and find out.”, Naraku challenged and twisting his long body, gesturing elegantly to the spot between his spread legs.

Rin swallowed hard. She almost wished he was being more of dick… it was easier to be disgusted, easier to resist. Rin blew a heavy breath out her nose; she was hungry and whatever that was on the large brass plate smelled heavenly. Looking around her, she saw no servers by which to order anything else; they were ensconced along a dark corner, far from the kitchens it seemed. Just fucking lovely, she ground out silently.

Standing cautiously, Rin smoothed her makeshift dress behind her ass. She could tell the indigo linen was wrinkled where she’d sat upon it, and adjusting the thin studded belt Naraku had dug up from the depths of his closet back around her waist, Rin stepped carefully around the low table, and managed not to bare her ass in the process. The maneuver did cause her to notice her bare nipples were beginning to chafe on the shirt, maybe she could slip a hand in to rub them when the physician wasn’t looking…

Oh, that was knee-slapper, wasn’t it? For the four hundredth time, Rin wondered angrily why Onigumo had cut…her…damn… clothes… off!

She tried to squeeze herself next to the large man, but as she was half-way to the floor, Naraku stopped her and pulled her into his lap. Rin banged her knees on the low table, startling when she felt his hand under her ass, making the exotic dishes and tableware clank and shiver in response.

“Don’t make a scene, little Rin. You do and we leave without finishing our meal.”, Naraku moaned in her ear with hungry threat. She could feel him smile against the side of her neck – Rin wished she’d not put that side of her hair up, of yes she did! - then it was his teeth she felt grazing her skin, his mostly subdued hair brushing the open collar of her borrowed shirt. Oh god… concentrate on the fact that you’re hungry, Rin… she closed her eyes momentarily and tried to ignore what was being done to her neck, her throat, her shoulder… swallowing hard…

“I am hungry, remember.”, she tried to sound stern but the breathy edge Rin heard in her voice really gave her away – she knew it did and wanted to scream in Naraku’s leering face. She decided to ignore it and him utterly. “What is that we’re eating?”, she asked in a casual way, trying to look interested for conversation’s sake. The desire for conversation was nowhere to be seen in Naraku’s dark smoldering eyes. Rin tried to look anywhere but at them and failed miserably.

“Lamb.” Naraku replied slowly, savoring the word and its implications on his tongue as he picked up a piece in his long fingers and offered it to her over the charger.

The dark sauce looked like blood dripping off his spidery fingers and that drew Rin’s eyes to the misty purple veins just visible through the white flesh of Naraku’s exposed wrist. Strangely, that decided her – she was the one with power here, wasn’t she?

Rin smiled a wicked smile of her own and quickly leaned forward to mouth Naraku’s offered treat. Taking the meat deftly, she resisted the urge to bite the hand that fed her and instead sucked greedily on the digits between her lips.

Chewing cautiously Rin had to admit – it was delicious and very rare. She usually liked her food more cooked but it was a minor thing, really. Naraku’s expression was the perfect garnish; he looked the tiniest bit disappointed for a split-second. Power between them had shifted again.

Of course, leaning over the table made the shirt ride over her body in a raw way, damn it…

Naraku gestured to her silently to help herself after she had finished the first piece and when she made to pick up a fork, he growled at her. “No.”

“Yes.”, she smiled cannily from up under her neat brows.

Naraku slowly ran his fingers through his high ponytail in unheeded habit and then leaned slowly into her. Rin felt a cool hand under her hair, curling around the back of her neck, another slithered into her lap. Bringing her close to his lips, Naraku purred into her small, very pink ear.

“Do you know what your fingers have done to me, girl? Think about the delicious… pleasure… it gives me to see you suck the bloody liquor from them with those talented lips of yours…”, he nearly moaned into her mind, the perfect Serpent to her Eve.

Rin was so caught up in the haze of his smooth, rich voice she didn’t notice Naraku’s fingers rubbing her inner thigh until he moved high enough to brush the short well-trimmed hair to be found above it. She couldn’t stifle the small gasp the surprise invasion caused her and tried to cover the sudden wave of hot desire by quickly putting a piece of lamb in her mouth.

Naraku ignored what his hand was doing and continued to whisper sin into her shivering ear as Rin slowly, deliberately ate. She took her time and tried to keep her charms well hidden from his long, impossibly warm… wet… fingers. Occasionally, she would turn her face towards him and make a subdued but deliberate show of licking the lamb’s juices from her nimble fingers, trying to give as good as she was getting. Naraku would pull away from her ear then and watch with his smoldering maroon eyes, all while demonstrating just which one of them was in charge within her slippery depths.

If anyone paid any attention to them at all, Rin and her tormentor appeared to be enjoying a romantic dinner and intimate conversation. Perhaps they would have noticed her cheeks were flushed but the watcher might chalk that up to spicy food or perhaps wine with the meal. They would not have thought that she was doing her best not to come screaming as Naraku mercilessly teased her traitorous body, rubbing, sliding, and slipping against her.

When Rin got to last couple pieces, she offered one to try to shut him up – because if Naraku continued to tell her what he was planning on doing to her tonight, she was going to go out of her fucking mind! He shook his dark head at her and refused silently. Rin wasn’t sure any more who was seducing who, only that she needed to get out of this situation before she lost total control of herself in front of the entire cafe's clientele. His ministrations were never quite enough for her come completely and it wasn’t enough! She needed more... craved it...

When the ornate hammered design reveled itself for dearth of food upon the plate’s surface, Rin took a deep, shaky breath to try her thick voice.

“Do you feel like dessert?” she challenged Naraku, who withdrew his fingers from their moist play, and touching those fingertips to the remnant of dark bloody sauce, proceeded to lick them clean, one by one, his eyes hard upon her, unblinking.

He smiled at her control and vowed to break it before dawn.

“I want to be inside of you.”, Naraku growled throatily once more into Rin’s ear as the well-fed woman wiped her hand and mouth on a thick napkin. The thought of how wet she was burned his calculating mind. Naraku knew she’d curse him the entire long, uncomfortable walk back to his lair.

“Get up, Taisho – we’re done here.” He smiled wickedly.

~*~

They walked in a strange silence. Naraku’s loping strides made Rin have to do her uber-fast nurse’s walk to keep up – which made her have to be less mindful of the vagaries of her clothing as she stalked along side him; not too close and not necessarily far away.

Every time her legs brushed together a certain way, a jolt of fire shot down to her toes and burned in her belly. It made her want to kick Onigumo in the fucking shin. She should have known her current misery was carefully laid by his wicked mind. Damn him, she should have known!

Naraku looked into the middle distance and ignored her.

Once, as they passed a bright façade, his dark eyes flickered above her head, observed and then returned to the middle ground. Rin never would have guessed he lived this close to the hospital; the stench of urban decay underlay the new, somewhat trendy stores, bars and café’s they passed. Everything around her was seemingly ancient and falling apart, eaten within by the rot of time, no matter how fresh and bright the paint above. It was not uncommon see American Civil War era relics being used next to slick modern conveniences in this city, its Gothic charm suited the small hidden love for the old and the dead within her, if only Rin would admit such to herself.

Naraku shrugged his shoulders within the great dark wings of his coat and Rin was reminded of the scar on his back. She would have been fine, but then he pulled his hair out of confinement and flipped it hard over his head and back again. Pain bloomed over his face and Rin tripped over her feet, stumbling into him, struck by his spoiled beauty.

Instead of giving her a tongue-lashing for her trespass, Naraku only looked at her with narrowed eyes.

The next thing Rin knew she was being dragged into the darkness between close-set, ancient buildings. The slimy bricks met her injured hand, cold and hard, as her chest was pressed against the wall by another’s heavy body. Naraku attacked quickly her from behind, both his hands on her wet pussy, pushing her hard back into his caged erection with a wordless snarl. When she hissed at the pain in her hand, he drug her further from the light and deeper into the alley. A twisted piece of wrought iron jutted from the crumbling wall before her and Rin grabbed it as they passed, instinctively looking for a place to steady herself before she lost her mind utterly. It stretched out in his iron grip.

He barked a guttural laugh at her puny resistance and leaned over her, shoving his face in her hair and his hand back between her legs. When she lost control of a low, shuddering moan, Naraku ripped the thin leather belt she’d borrowed from him and pulled it hard into her open mouth like a bit.

“If wishes were horses, than beggars would ride.” , he rasped heavily in her ear.

Rin was glad of the gag; it kept her from begging Naraku Onigumo to fuck her.

Gripping the ends in one hand, Naraku bent her roughly over the ancient hitching post before them, pushed the loose, wrinkled linen shirt over Rin’s ass and in a short, hot moment, had her impaled upon his thick cock with a hard quick snarl. His height pushed her onto her toes as Naraku leaned back to get as much of himself within her as he could, pulling the panting woman's head back with her make-shift rein. She wanted to scream obscenities at the monster behind her, she wanted to urge him on, to pour his agony into her, to fill her up. She wanted to spit in his face - she didn't know what she wanted!

The sound of their brutal fucking echoed off the buildings, the wet sounds of flesh smacking flesh making Rin acutely aware of their exposure, the exhibitionist within her wishing for an audience to bear witness to her shameful display. She felt Naraku lean over her bent-back body and felt his fingers run up the front of her filched shirt to rub her sore nipples. Leaning forward forced him painfully deep within her but the pain was just what she wanted, needed. Her strangled cries were tiny and unstoppable as Rin rode every inch Naraku rammed hard within her. She bit the leather in her mouth, grateful for her enforced silence.

She wanted a witness so badly, so Rin turned her head carefully over her shoulder to peek. Naraku’s white face was rictus of open-mouthed pleasure and noticing her watching him, he bared his teeth at her with silent venom and fucked her harder. It was all she could stand and Rin found her body quickly clamping down in spastic transcendence, throwing herself out like a torn flag in a storm. A moment later, she came again, as Naraku let go of the belt, fisted her hair instead and came hard within her. She could feel his seed running out of her with each jerking stroke and loved it - the filthiness so fitting to their twisted relationship in this dank alley. His rasping breath was the only sound until she heard a zipper. Rin still held fast to the iron before her and was surprised by the sweaty white hands that suddenly covered hers, peeling her fingers of their death-grip.

When she let herself back down on to her shaking legs, Naraku met her wide eyes with a cold smirk.

“It’s three more blocks to my home; do you think you’ll be able make it without something embarrassing happening, little Rin?”

When she realized what he was referring to, her cheeks flamed in anger and mortification. Wait a minute – you’re a professional problem-solver, Rin Taisho – think! What could you used to plug the hole?

“Turn around, asshole. I’ll just be a second.”, Rin grinned her most shit-eating grin and fished around for the small zipper pocket in her bag.

~*~

Rin swore to herself as she walked smugly next to the silent Naraku: if she got anything out this mess, she was getting some new underwear.
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