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Pillow Talk
Direct from RP land... as Miroku, and myself as Inuyasha. Demon age wise, he's about thirteen-ish. Young adolescent. By my count, he's got nearly three decades under his cute little belly though. So long as he needs a caretaker, his "Daddy" will remain the age he is. This is the same universe as "Little 'Yasha" also posted here at aff.net. I was just diddling around with some of the rp stuff, and decided to slap this together.
Call it Adult for language, and discussion of rape, abuse and also post-sex realities...lovely fluids and smells and snugglings.
Pillow Talk
By talonsage
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jenerik_brand
He snuggles close, yawning contentedly under Daddy's robes, his face pressed against Daddy's skin. "Daddy? You didn't just take me away for fucking, right?"
"No, of course not." Miroku sighs. He must know this by now, but he supposes reassurances can't be given enough. "I took you away because I love you and I want you to be happy and safe and healthy... and with me for as long as you want." He rubs his cheek with his knuckle.
"But why? Please tell me why you took me away?"
"I took you away because I wanted to cherish you. To be with you. To love you. And it's more than fucking you. It's sharing everything I can with you."
He's quiet for a little while. "To be my Daddy?"
"To put is so simply, yes. He sighed. "You are very wise for someone so small."
"I don't remember. I don't remember you there." He frowns slightly. "I remember some things...what was I like?"
"You were very sweet, very trusting and very very brave." Miroku wants to leave it at that. Let him be told what he was in the best light. Let him never think himself a victim- let him see himself as a little hero instead.
He smiles a little bit. "I was scared. I remember being scared."
"All heroes are scared. It is a mark of intelligence." Miroku smiles. "I remember how much you liked candy. It was the first thing you let me give you."
"Why is being scared a mark of intelligence?" His ears flick at the mention of candy. "I still like candy." But he likes this better...this snuggling...his sore, leaky ass...the smells and the sunshine...
"Why do smart boys always ask so many questions?" Miroku fidgets and rummages through a pocket in his robe. "Ah. Speaking of candy..." Miroku holds a piece out for Inuyasha. "Nothing quite like candy and snuggling, huh?"
He snags it with his teeth, gently, sucking on it. "Because smart boys have smart fathers to answer their questions, that’s why. Now answer."
Miroku take a bite and thinks. "Let's see. We could say it like so: Fear means you do not like something. It is your spirit's way of rebelling against a situation. Of saying no."
He chews thoughtfully. "When you're scared...it also implies a lack of control. Because you can't say no?"
Miroku sighs. "Since when are you smarter than me?" Probably since always. "More candy?"
"Well, it makes me think. I remember being scared. Yes please." He eats the candy thoughtfully. "I remember being scared. Really scared. In my dreams, I'm scared. But I’m never scared with you Daddy." He huffs slightly, still thinking. "Daddy? Please tell me the truth. What...what happened to me there that makes me so scared in my mind?"
"I suppose I owe it to you." Miroku clears his throat. "I want you to understand I held it back for so long because you kept insisting it was your fault and I never wanted you to go back to thinking that way. But those Europeans in that damn place we convinced any demon was evil. They beat you, hurt you. Worse. And the Japanese monks who went along... well I blame them more so." Miroku thought of that Jin for the first time in years and felt his anger rise. "I had to save you from that."
His ears flatten against his skull, eyes wide. "My scars?" he whispers.
"Yes," he whispers back. "They did that. My they feel every one of them in the hell they so love to speak of, those bastards."
"Sesshoumaru says...he says they had to be really bad to scar...at all." He swallows. "I heard you talking once to him about them. About strange sutras and wards...and..." He takes a breath and flicks his ears, his voice changing. "Anyway. What else? I just...need to know. What else they did." His voice is steady now. He's safe. He's not afraid right now. He wants to know what makes him so afraid in his dreams. Why he won't be alone without feeling that...scared feeling in him.
"They put spells on you. Strange magic. I am not sure they even know what they were doing, themselves." Miroku sighs. "Nothing more dangerous than a fool who has read himself fast. Especially one who thinks he knows right form wrong."
He breathes. Okay. That's okay. He understands. He rubs his cheek against Daddy's chest and thinks about what Daddy said. "Did oniisama know anything about them? You said...he said too...he thought I was dead. He didn't find me until I'd been with you for months. Did he know about the wards you talked about?"
"Your brother is a different kind of person than either of us." He tries to think. How does he tell Inuyasha the bastard wrote him off for dead rather than sully his hands with the humans? "He didn't think you would be able to come back from the monastery." Miroku pauses. "I told him only because I wanted to know if there was any way to make the scars fade more, and to make sure they weren't still hurting you. In case he knew anything." He sighs. "Which, it turns out, he did not."
"Daddy." He swallows. "What did they do?"
"They tried to suppress your demon side. You scared them, boy. Sacred them more than they scared you."
"I did?" He looks at his hands, then up at his father. "I didn't' scare you?"
"No." Miroku laughs. "All I could see was a boy I wanted to love and cherish." He sighs. "More candy?"
"Yes please." He chews a claw in thought. "That's why he was hard to control when I was little. Right? My youkai. He was always angry."
"You needed training, not suppression. He was just reacting to the abuse in a way your human side never could. Protecting you." Miroku gives him more candy. "That part of you is different, to be sure, but it is still you and I will not let any part of you be bound up that way. Ever again."
He smiles around the candy. "He likes you a lot. Loves you like I do. Wouldn't let anyone hurt you ever."
"I know." Miroku smiles. "I love him, too. He's very sexy." He winks.
He giggles. "That's good." He doesn't want to ask the next question, but no one will explain it to him. Oniisama even got flustered when he asked and told him to ask his "father". As Sesshoumaru generally refused to acknowledge Daddy as his father...well...he knows it's bad. He just doesn't understand why no one will tell him what it means. "Daddy? In the pig farmer's village a few years ago, do you remember the girls who were hurt and scared? The headman said they were raped by a demon. Why won't you tell me what that word means? Why won't oniisama?"
"I..." Why does he have to say it? When all the innocence came back to his eyes he has to suddenly hear it all over again? "Rape is when a being is taken, sexually, against their will." And the demon was- no. It wasn't. "Your brother knows a thing or two about that word. He won't tell you for the same reason I won't. Because we wish you didn't live in a world with such things." Miroku shakes his head. "Sometimes grownups make foolish wishes."
He frowns. "I don't understand...how can that happen?"
"As easily as a beating. It is, in a way, like a beating." Miroku sighs. "A very bad beating." He could still remember how his little baby would cry and scream when he did something as simple as pass a stool because those monsters had taken turns with him- two or three at a time. Gods! One day...
He blinks, watching Daddy with a quizzical look on his face. "Daddy," he asks slowly. "Did...did someone rape you? Is that why you are so sad and smell so angry about it?"
He wished he could take it for little 'Yasha instead. "No. Someone l love very much was hurt. That's all."
"I'm sorry Daddy." He snuggles harder, his arms wrapping around his father, sighing deeply.
"I am too." Miroku holds him close. "I am, too."
Owari
Call it Adult for language, and discussion of rape, abuse and also post-sex realities...lovely fluids and smells and snugglings.
Pillow Talk
By talonsage
&
jenerik_brand
He snuggles close, yawning contentedly under Daddy's robes, his face pressed against Daddy's skin. "Daddy? You didn't just take me away for fucking, right?"
"No, of course not." Miroku sighs. He must know this by now, but he supposes reassurances can't be given enough. "I took you away because I love you and I want you to be happy and safe and healthy... and with me for as long as you want." He rubs his cheek with his knuckle.
"But why? Please tell me why you took me away?"
"I took you away because I wanted to cherish you. To be with you. To love you. And it's more than fucking you. It's sharing everything I can with you."
He's quiet for a little while. "To be my Daddy?"
"To put is so simply, yes. He sighed. "You are very wise for someone so small."
"I don't remember. I don't remember you there." He frowns slightly. "I remember some things...what was I like?"
"You were very sweet, very trusting and very very brave." Miroku wants to leave it at that. Let him be told what he was in the best light. Let him never think himself a victim- let him see himself as a little hero instead.
He smiles a little bit. "I was scared. I remember being scared."
"All heroes are scared. It is a mark of intelligence." Miroku smiles. "I remember how much you liked candy. It was the first thing you let me give you."
"Why is being scared a mark of intelligence?" His ears flick at the mention of candy. "I still like candy." But he likes this better...this snuggling...his sore, leaky ass...the smells and the sunshine...
"Why do smart boys always ask so many questions?" Miroku fidgets and rummages through a pocket in his robe. "Ah. Speaking of candy..." Miroku holds a piece out for Inuyasha. "Nothing quite like candy and snuggling, huh?"
He snags it with his teeth, gently, sucking on it. "Because smart boys have smart fathers to answer their questions, that’s why. Now answer."
Miroku take a bite and thinks. "Let's see. We could say it like so: Fear means you do not like something. It is your spirit's way of rebelling against a situation. Of saying no."
He chews thoughtfully. "When you're scared...it also implies a lack of control. Because you can't say no?"
Miroku sighs. "Since when are you smarter than me?" Probably since always. "More candy?"
"Well, it makes me think. I remember being scared. Yes please." He eats the candy thoughtfully. "I remember being scared. Really scared. In my dreams, I'm scared. But I’m never scared with you Daddy." He huffs slightly, still thinking. "Daddy? Please tell me the truth. What...what happened to me there that makes me so scared in my mind?"
"I suppose I owe it to you." Miroku clears his throat. "I want you to understand I held it back for so long because you kept insisting it was your fault and I never wanted you to go back to thinking that way. But those Europeans in that damn place we convinced any demon was evil. They beat you, hurt you. Worse. And the Japanese monks who went along... well I blame them more so." Miroku thought of that Jin for the first time in years and felt his anger rise. "I had to save you from that."
His ears flatten against his skull, eyes wide. "My scars?" he whispers.
"Yes," he whispers back. "They did that. My they feel every one of them in the hell they so love to speak of, those bastards."
"Sesshoumaru says...he says they had to be really bad to scar...at all." He swallows. "I heard you talking once to him about them. About strange sutras and wards...and..." He takes a breath and flicks his ears, his voice changing. "Anyway. What else? I just...need to know. What else they did." His voice is steady now. He's safe. He's not afraid right now. He wants to know what makes him so afraid in his dreams. Why he won't be alone without feeling that...scared feeling in him.
"They put spells on you. Strange magic. I am not sure they even know what they were doing, themselves." Miroku sighs. "Nothing more dangerous than a fool who has read himself fast. Especially one who thinks he knows right form wrong."
He breathes. Okay. That's okay. He understands. He rubs his cheek against Daddy's chest and thinks about what Daddy said. "Did oniisama know anything about them? You said...he said too...he thought I was dead. He didn't find me until I'd been with you for months. Did he know about the wards you talked about?"
"Your brother is a different kind of person than either of us." He tries to think. How does he tell Inuyasha the bastard wrote him off for dead rather than sully his hands with the humans? "He didn't think you would be able to come back from the monastery." Miroku pauses. "I told him only because I wanted to know if there was any way to make the scars fade more, and to make sure they weren't still hurting you. In case he knew anything." He sighs. "Which, it turns out, he did not."
"Daddy." He swallows. "What did they do?"
"They tried to suppress your demon side. You scared them, boy. Sacred them more than they scared you."
"I did?" He looks at his hands, then up at his father. "I didn't' scare you?"
"No." Miroku laughs. "All I could see was a boy I wanted to love and cherish." He sighs. "More candy?"
"Yes please." He chews a claw in thought. "That's why he was hard to control when I was little. Right? My youkai. He was always angry."
"You needed training, not suppression. He was just reacting to the abuse in a way your human side never could. Protecting you." Miroku gives him more candy. "That part of you is different, to be sure, but it is still you and I will not let any part of you be bound up that way. Ever again."
He smiles around the candy. "He likes you a lot. Loves you like I do. Wouldn't let anyone hurt you ever."
"I know." Miroku smiles. "I love him, too. He's very sexy." He winks.
He giggles. "That's good." He doesn't want to ask the next question, but no one will explain it to him. Oniisama even got flustered when he asked and told him to ask his "father". As Sesshoumaru generally refused to acknowledge Daddy as his father...well...he knows it's bad. He just doesn't understand why no one will tell him what it means. "Daddy? In the pig farmer's village a few years ago, do you remember the girls who were hurt and scared? The headman said they were raped by a demon. Why won't you tell me what that word means? Why won't oniisama?"
"I..." Why does he have to say it? When all the innocence came back to his eyes he has to suddenly hear it all over again? "Rape is when a being is taken, sexually, against their will." And the demon was- no. It wasn't. "Your brother knows a thing or two about that word. He won't tell you for the same reason I won't. Because we wish you didn't live in a world with such things." Miroku shakes his head. "Sometimes grownups make foolish wishes."
He frowns. "I don't understand...how can that happen?"
"As easily as a beating. It is, in a way, like a beating." Miroku sighs. "A very bad beating." He could still remember how his little baby would cry and scream when he did something as simple as pass a stool because those monsters had taken turns with him- two or three at a time. Gods! One day...
He blinks, watching Daddy with a quizzical look on his face. "Daddy," he asks slowly. "Did...did someone rape you? Is that why you are so sad and smell so angry about it?"
He wished he could take it for little 'Yasha instead. "No. Someone l love very much was hurt. That's all."
"I'm sorry Daddy." He snuggles harder, his arms wrapping around his father, sighing deeply.
"I am too." Miroku holds him close. "I am, too."
Owari