Borrowed Time
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Borrowed Time
Title: Borrowed Time
Rating: Adult+
Characters: Inuyasha/Miroku
Genre: Angst, slash
Words: 750
Summary: It was too hard to love but too hard not to.
Warnings: angst, character death
Prompt: Originally written for the LJ comm iyhedonism for week 17 'angst'
* * * *
It was always there. A darkness marring their time together. Something neither dared, nor would, acknowledge. A thought buried in the passion of their movements, the cries of their souls as they revelled in their carnal pleasures.
A distinct feeling of forestalled catastrophe which they paid no heed to. They should have known better than to be together. For whatever happiness and security they found in each other, in their lust, desire and need, it would not last. Such a happiness never did, in the violent world they lived in.
Inuyasha felt it every time they met in the darkness of the night. The lack of light didn't hide away the supple lithe gorgeous thing which was his Miroku. Pale in the moonlight, willingly shedding his robes and asking Inuaysha, inviting, enticing Inuyasha, to come to him for an embrace. A heated embrace scorching them both in it's impossibility. A trace of melancholy they escaped into their heated couplings, hoping it would be forgotten and never come to pass. The now making them more alive than ever.
They lived on borrowed time.
Battling against youkai, and most dire of all, against Naraku. Their lives hanging in the balance every moment. A wrong move at the wrong time signalling imminent death. Every false step closer to doom. This thing they had, their carnal connection, the only thing keeping them from not falling apart. A glance and a nod in the battle reaffirming them of the fact that they would make it. Would survive to see another day and fuck another night.
To love and be lost in each others embrace. Be the men, the beasts that they were. Let loose their inhibitions, take the other as they could never, and would never, do to the girls. Be who they wanted to be and grasp the rare chance for contentment, wholeness, relief.
Fuck so much they couldn't stand. Fuck so much there wasn't anyone else in the world but the other. The two last survivors of a decimated world. Doomed to suffer but taking the moment, the here and now, as theirs to do with as they wished. Whiling away hours intended for sleep in each others arms, cocks buried deep but words touching deeper. Clinging to the other's presence with a desperate need.
Sweet promises for a life together after their quest was done. Utterances of comfort, affection, even love tumbling from kiss swollen lips as their bodies joined. As they cried and swore, mumbled and sighed.
Moving in the night with a grace, a bright abandon, so unlike them otherwise. Letting themselves be bare, uncovered by hands touching, tongues licking and claws raking pale skin. Opening up and drowning, breaching deep dark places. Wild with abandon, fuelled with lust.
Beads skating over naked skin, the curse which was their doom always there. A dark sliver of oppressing reality. But they were already lost, reason and caution so readily at hand in battle not at play when lust took over. Desperation hurrying them into a blazing release, a blissful oblivion.
Cast aside, not obliterated.
* * * *
Never was anyone else's touch as sweet as his, or words as soothing as his, as they lay in each others arms, spent. He should have seen the folly of their indulgence, the total lack of thought for tomorrow, as the grave mistake it was. They both paid dearly for their oversight.
For now memories were all that he had.
They hadn't been in time, and his love, his raven, his Miroku had succumbed to the curse. And the wenches had not let him join him. He'd had to watch his lover consumed by the obliterating nothingness. Watch and feel it fill his heart, taking residence inside of him. The monk was gone and nothing would bring him back again. He'd have nothing but memories. Mere memories to live with instead of the man he loved.
A lovers folly indeed.
He remembered him in years to come. Always smiling, a happy man with a great heart and grave destiny. His beloved, a coveted beauty who for a short while had been his. His own.
“I want to hate you, not love you. It's too much...” Miroku had said to him once. How Inuyasha wished now that he could hate him, instead of having loved him so. He often remembered those words, hearing the anguished tone, his lover realising their fate even if he hadn't.
Clinging to that memory he willingly embraced death as it came for him.
Rating: Adult+
Characters: Inuyasha/Miroku
Genre: Angst, slash
Words: 750
Summary: It was too hard to love but too hard not to.
Warnings: angst, character death
Prompt: Originally written for the LJ comm iyhedonism for week 17 'angst'
* * * *
It was always there. A darkness marring their time together. Something neither dared, nor would, acknowledge. A thought buried in the passion of their movements, the cries of their souls as they revelled in their carnal pleasures.
A distinct feeling of forestalled catastrophe which they paid no heed to. They should have known better than to be together. For whatever happiness and security they found in each other, in their lust, desire and need, it would not last. Such a happiness never did, in the violent world they lived in.
Inuyasha felt it every time they met in the darkness of the night. The lack of light didn't hide away the supple lithe gorgeous thing which was his Miroku. Pale in the moonlight, willingly shedding his robes and asking Inuaysha, inviting, enticing Inuyasha, to come to him for an embrace. A heated embrace scorching them both in it's impossibility. A trace of melancholy they escaped into their heated couplings, hoping it would be forgotten and never come to pass. The now making them more alive than ever.
They lived on borrowed time.
Battling against youkai, and most dire of all, against Naraku. Their lives hanging in the balance every moment. A wrong move at the wrong time signalling imminent death. Every false step closer to doom. This thing they had, their carnal connection, the only thing keeping them from not falling apart. A glance and a nod in the battle reaffirming them of the fact that they would make it. Would survive to see another day and fuck another night.
To love and be lost in each others embrace. Be the men, the beasts that they were. Let loose their inhibitions, take the other as they could never, and would never, do to the girls. Be who they wanted to be and grasp the rare chance for contentment, wholeness, relief.
Fuck so much they couldn't stand. Fuck so much there wasn't anyone else in the world but the other. The two last survivors of a decimated world. Doomed to suffer but taking the moment, the here and now, as theirs to do with as they wished. Whiling away hours intended for sleep in each others arms, cocks buried deep but words touching deeper. Clinging to the other's presence with a desperate need.
Sweet promises for a life together after their quest was done. Utterances of comfort, affection, even love tumbling from kiss swollen lips as their bodies joined. As they cried and swore, mumbled and sighed.
Moving in the night with a grace, a bright abandon, so unlike them otherwise. Letting themselves be bare, uncovered by hands touching, tongues licking and claws raking pale skin. Opening up and drowning, breaching deep dark places. Wild with abandon, fuelled with lust.
Beads skating over naked skin, the curse which was their doom always there. A dark sliver of oppressing reality. But they were already lost, reason and caution so readily at hand in battle not at play when lust took over. Desperation hurrying them into a blazing release, a blissful oblivion.
Cast aside, not obliterated.
* * * *
Never was anyone else's touch as sweet as his, or words as soothing as his, as they lay in each others arms, spent. He should have seen the folly of their indulgence, the total lack of thought for tomorrow, as the grave mistake it was. They both paid dearly for their oversight.
For now memories were all that he had.
They hadn't been in time, and his love, his raven, his Miroku had succumbed to the curse. And the wenches had not let him join him. He'd had to watch his lover consumed by the obliterating nothingness. Watch and feel it fill his heart, taking residence inside of him. The monk was gone and nothing would bring him back again. He'd have nothing but memories. Mere memories to live with instead of the man he loved.
A lovers folly indeed.
He remembered him in years to come. Always smiling, a happy man with a great heart and grave destiny. His beloved, a coveted beauty who for a short while had been his. His own.
“I want to hate you, not love you. It's too much...” Miroku had said to him once. How Inuyasha wished now that he could hate him, instead of having loved him so. He often remembered those words, hearing the anguished tone, his lover realising their fate even if he hadn't.
Clinging to that memory he willingly embraced death as it came for him.