Shuffle

***I don’t own the song Master of Puppets, that is sole property of Metallica***

Christmas came and went, New Years flew by with a quickness, now they were in the middle of February. Though their time together was now rare, Miroku and Rin continued with the notes in Japanese, the coded emails, the secret heated glances across the dining room table… At first, most of their together time was spent in his hatch back, parked behind the local strip mall and praying a cop wouldn't find them making up for lost time in the back seat under a heap of warm blankets. But when Rin realized she craved his experienced touch like she craved air to breathe, she began claiming to get after school detention for the sole reason that Miroku would be the one to pick her up afterwards because school was only a few blocks from his office. Sango considered briefly asking the school what it was she kept doing to get her in such constant trouble, but assumed it was because she was now refusing to wear her school uniform properly, as she always came in with her shirt untucked and rumpled, the skirt itself worn high on her waist leaving her ass nearly hanging out. She assumed she was going through some kind of rebellious stage, never guessing that the girl and her secret lover had spent three whole hours at InuYasha's love nest, and that her clothing had been pristine at school.

Miroku and InuYasha did hours of research on the internet, trying to find a way to allow Rin to stay state side, find some way of making her a legal citizen before her exchange term was up. Kikyo had contacted a lawyer who was familiar in custodial cases trying to see if he could help find the legal loopholes they were looking for, gave copies of the exchange agreements to him to peruse. Miroku also looked into divorce laws and proceedures, intending to marry Rin as soon as she could legally stay in this country. That in itself had marked just how deep he was into this relationship.

It was Valentine's Day, and he and Sango had made reservations for a expensive restaurant that had a beautiful view of the city. They ate and danced long into the night, and he ended the evening by making sweet love to his wife. When she was asleep, he crept silently out of the room, kissed his mistress awake and carried her quietly down to his gamer dungeon.

"What's going on, baby?" she asked as she wiped the sleep from her eyes. He grinned at her English, better, but still accented. He said nothing, only kissed her sweetly and softly on the lips. She smiled at him, eyes full of surprise and wonder.

"Rin, I have something I want to give you." She noticed he was fidgeting a little, so she tried to make him laugh.

"Is it something I haven't had in about four days?"

Caught off guard, he did laugh. Miroku raised his hand to her cheek and stroked her where a light blush was beginning to show itself. "My sweet little Japanese doll, I intend to love you physically as well, but first I have something special for you, in honor of our first Valentine's Day together. You know about this holiday right?"

Rin nodded, a little jealous of how Sango was able to go with him and share this day of romance with the man she loved. She watched as Miroku pulled a black velvet box out of the torn pocket on his sweatpants. He knelt before her, opened the box and revealed a beautiful sterling silver ring. It had delicate filigree work and a shaped piece of abalone stone mounted on it. He took her hand.

"Rin, I know I am still married at the moment, but you have captured my heart and everything within me. I want you to stay with me, always." He looked her in the eye and sealed his fate: "Rin Taisho of Tokyo, Japan, will you marry me?"

Her bottom lip quivered, tears began to spurt from the corners of her beautiful brown eyes that were large as saucers, and her heart thundered in her ears. As she was choking on emotion, Miroku pulled the ring from the secure confines of the box and slipped it on her left hand, proud that he'd managed to guess the right size based on watching her play in Shinju's jewelry box.

"Rin, you haven't answered me, will you marry me?" He found himself in a near strangling embrace as she cried on his shoulder, spouting out incoherent mumblings in Japanese and English, all of which he heard the same: 'YES!’

"I love you Rin," he said as he closed his eyes and held her tight while she kissed his neck and cheek. "Please be patient, I will get us out of here soon and we will be together forever."

"I can wait… it will be hard but I can wait." He moved so that he could properly kiss her, planted his mouth on hers and opened her up to slip inside her mouth, their tongues tasting and teasing. He slid his hands under the t-shirt she wore to sleep in, feeling of her excited warmth radiating throughout her skin. Miroku leaned far to the left and flipped the stereo on and hit play on the CD player. One of his own making came to life and filled the basement with crushing metal riffs as he began to undress her.

He laid her on her back on the coffee table, high enough off the ground so he could be on his knees and upright as he loved her. This her favorite way because she could look at his face as he gritted his teeth to stroke just the right places within her.

Taste me you will see
More is all you need,
Dedicated to
How I'm killing you

He sunk himself deep in her, grasping her ankles and spreading her legs wide open delighting in the white look to her knuckles as she gripped the table. Miroku pushed slow and easy, wanting to take his time despite the fast pace the Metallica song was setting for him. His teeth found themselves gritting, his ears found her sweet voice whining in delirium under his intimate touch… He pulled out and pulled her up so she sat on the edge. Her pink nipples stood out proudly from her, both seeming to cry out to him in their own voices. He took the right in his mouth, gently licking it like it was a tiny lollipop. Rin threw her head back, gasping as his steady hand retrieved her left one, softly rolling and pinching and thumbing it into a hard little bud.
Master of puppets I'm pulling your strings
Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you can't see a thing
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
Master! Master!
Just call my name, 'cause I'll hear you scream
Master! Master!

"I love you so much Rin…" he said against the soft skin of her perfect globe. Miroku made a rumbling sound as he devoured her, trying to fit her whole tit in his mouth. Rin hissed in delight as she slid down to grab his cock, already wet from her own juices. She stroked him lightly as he paid homage to her chest. He gave her a deep moan followed by another admission, "I dream about you, you're always in my head, your voice sings me to sleep… I can't believe this change you've made in me…" Rin's eyes began to well with tears again. She bid them to stay back, rising from the table and pulling him to his feet.

"Sit on the sofa," she said as Miroku bit lightly on her earlobe. He didn't question her, only did as she'd asked him to. He sat down and she spread his knees apart, stroking him softly and slowly, easing herself to her knees and then plating a reverent kiss on the tip of his penis. "I love you too Miroku. You awoke a part of myself I didn't even know existed, a part of me my father tried to poison and kill over the years. I don't ever want to go back to that bastard."

Taste me you will see,
More is all you need.
Dedicated to
How I'm killing you.
Come crawling faster.
Obey your master.
Your life burns faster.
Obey your master.
Master!
Master of puppets I'm pulling your strings…

Rin ran her tongue out, licked the end of him in such a tantalizing way that the only thing he could say was a breathy "Fuck yessssssss". She lapped at the underside of his length, kissed the sides and dipped lower to taste of his heavy testicles, covered in furry, wiry black and silver hair. Careful not to hurt him, she slobbered all over her manicured middle finger and slid it slowly into his puckered opening, hearing him nearly shout with ecstasy. Rin stroked s-l-o-w-l-y over his most inner point, watching with interest as he shivered under her ministrations, watching how his dark cock changed colors from a dark pink to an angry red bordering on purple. Miroku found the strength to tear her away from his balls and impale her mouth with his hardness, forcing her to tilt her head in such a way so he could run her all the way to his base as he entered her warm tight throat.

"Fuckin' suck me my hime, take my cock all the way down your throat!" He moved her back on forth on himself, panting and nearly convulsing as Rin quickened her pace inside of him. "I'm gonna cum down your throat girl, is that alright?" She hummed an affirmative, enough to send him blindly over the edge as his vision went black, a direct result of clamping his blue eyes shut. Just as he'd instructed her, she kept stroking him inside, kept sucking him gently as he spilled his warm seed into her stomach, filling her in a way that food or drink never could. It satisfied some part of her psychological being to know she was full of him, even if for only a little while. Full of him in a way Sango never was, as she refused him this pleasure, claiming it was dirty and something only whores did. Dammit, now he was thinking of her, feeling guilty for leaving her to sleep in their bed alone on Valentine's Day night, guilty for fucking their foreign daughter in her place.

Master, master, where's the dreams that I've been after?
Master, master, promised only lies.
Laughter, laughter, all I hear or see is laughter.
Laughter, laughter, laughing at my cries.
Fix me!

Rin could see the guilt in his eyes. She cold almost feel it coming off of him, radiating out the way a hot stove can be felt inches above the burner. She crawled to his lap, embracing him about the barrel of his chest. "Shh, don't feel guilty, my love. You can't deny who you are, and if she truly loved you she wouldn't expect you to." She was referring to his promiscuous ways. He closed his eyes. His heartbeat began to calm, his breathing began to even out. He buried his face in her sweet smelling hair, twisting his fingers through the little gathering on the right side of her head.

"I don't even know if she loved me to start with. I feel like I've wasted these past twenty years with her." He let his hands trail over her silky smooth arm. "I gave her everything I could, but she couldn't see me as I am. Couldn't understand my physical wants, wanted me to shut myself off from who I truly am… And then there's you, who not only acknowledges my perversions, but indulges me and encourages them. I bet if Sango had done this same thing, I would have never ever cheated on her. You make feel so free, so good. And it's deeper than just the awesomeness of your tight cunt strangling me or your sweet caresses to my manhood. You open my heart to being free and unrestrained, you make me feel so alive."

"Then why so guilty?" she inquired as she let her hands drag over the smoothness of his chest and stomach.

"Guilty mostly because of my kids, who did nothing at all but are bound to be hurt by this when it all comes out in the open." He kissed her upturned lips. "And your father is not going to be happy."

"Fuck him. His businesses and contracts and power lunches are more important to him than me. He probably would sign for my death if it meant he could overtake a major corporation." Miroku suddenly lifted her up and lay her back on the coffee table, kneeling in the place he had been when they started this romp.

"I will never let him touch you or take you away from me, do you understand?" He slid his hand down her stomach and cupped her warm outer lips. "And the only one who's going to kill you is me, and I'll do it with my body, and I'll make you die over and over again as you scream my name…"

I will occupy,
I will help you die,
I will run through you,
Now I rule you too…
Come crawling faster.
Obey your Master.
Your life burns faster.
Obey your Master.
Master!

Miroku bent as he opened her up with his fingers and dove face first into her wet pink flower. Rin quaked with pleasure, crying his name in gasps as he brought her quickly to completion. Once she was sated, he asked if he could delve into her rear opening, her deep and precious treasure that InuYasha had helped him acquire. She agreed and he pulled her from the table, mounted her on all fours, then wound under her and pressed his two largest fingers inside of her while his thumb moved in simple circles over her tingling clit. Knowing she would gush, he wrapped his shirt around her hand as she stood ready to catch her leavings. In record time, Rin seized up around her future husband, clamped down on him so tightly that he could hardly move, and then he felt her warm release and heard that sweet voice sobbing in pleasured bliss… he exploded inside of her rear passage, giving up a clear shout he was sure woke the entire house. Gods, that's all he needed. He could picture Sango's face as she watched him pull out of Rin's ass… She would murder him before any authorities could be called, and likely kill his mistress too. Something had to be done, and soon.

Just call my name 'cause I'll hear you scream…
Master! Master!

Rin was a mess. He'd caused her to bleed a little from her alternate hole, and she was reduced to crying and groaning as her body was griped by the pleasing after effects of being loved so fully. Miroku rolled her to her side where he wiped at her slick pelvic area with a towel from the laundry room, cleaning up any of her leavings she'd missed with his shirt and wiping her sated female flesh dry. Gently lifting one her cheeks up he slid a Vaseline covered finger tenderly along her injured hole, coating the little bleeding slits in a protective barrier to allow her time to heal overnight with any luck. The injuries were becoming less severe and less frequent as he loved her more often this way, and it would only be a matter of time before she wouldn't tear at all. He'd asked her many times if she wanted to stop, but she assured him the overwhelming release was worth the tiny twinge of pain.

"Rin, are you alright?" he asked as she continued to experience what she called her 'happy tremors'. She nodded and touched his face.

"I love you Miroku. I'm so happy to be your bride…" He had to get to bed, she was almost ready to crash in his arms. He gathered her up and carried her fireman style up the steps, her ninety-two pound body easier to carry up steps this way. He laid her in his eldest daughter's bed, the bed she was temporarily using until he could take her away and put her in bed with him. Miroku covered her up and kissed her deeply, forgetting about his other daughter in the room. He palmed Rin's breast through her shirt as she rolled to her back, then released her, placing his forehead on hers. "Sleep well my little lover. I love you." He spoke to her nearly silently.

"I love you too, my future husband."

Izumi had just returned from the bathroom, not settled back into slumber yet. She stirred as she heard the door open, stared wide eyed at the wall as she felt the presence of two warm bodies near where Rin ad been sleeping since she'd arrived. Her ears pricked at the sound of wet smooches. Izumi smiled thinking the rebellious Rin had brought home a boyfriend. She heard a quiet whisper as Rin moaned… Her heart stopped when she realized the whisper she heard belonged to her father. Her heart sank into the pit of her stomach as she heard the little bitch tell him she loved him in Japanese. Daddy… Not again? She was unsure what to do, but she knew that she could not sleep after that. She lie awake for the rest of the night, getting up before her alarm clock went off and leaving for school early, leaving a note on the kitchen table that she had a test to cram for.

As for Miroku, he washed himself of his mistress' scent in his bathroom and crawled into bed next Sango. As he drifted off to sleep all he could hear was the last bars of that Metallica song, where a thousand different voices cackled and laughed in a taunting way, wondering if they were laughing at him and how he chose Hell so willingly, realizing he was in too deep to back out now…


I did a little research on Japanese engagement gifts and how they've morphed over time. A traditional opening gift is an obi, but I had Miroku give her a ring with an abalone stone because abalone was considered to be a precious thing (or at least according to what I read) and was traditionally one of the 7 or 9 gifts given. So I thought it would be nice to combine the old with the new in his inexpensive but beautiful engagement ring he'd given her. And oh boy... Izumi knows and she is PISSED. And what about Shinju? Where is she going to stand on all this? I sense a sisterly chat coming up...