Every Sick Hentai Has His Dream
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Every Sick Hentai Has His Dream
Title: Every Sick Hentai Has His Dream
Author: Saraste
Characters: Miroku, Inuaysha, Hacchi
Rating: Adult++
Genre: pwp smut, yaoi, kink
Summary: Miroku has a fantasy...
Wordcount: 1067
Prompt: Originally written for the LJ comm iyhedonism for their week 18 prompt 'hacchi'.
Warnings: I really really don't want to spoil you. C'mon, it's Miroku and his perverted imaginings!
* * * *
It was Miroku who first suggested it. Inuaysha wouldn't even consider it, saying it was perverse, sick and twisted and he wasn't doing it. And punched Miroku for good measure, to underline his point.
But the monk kept on pushing him.
And getting beaten up more for his insistence. And in the end, Inuyasha eventually caved in. After much coaxing and ass-whoring on Miroku's part, of course. And some real nice blow-jobs. Bribery got you anywhere was Miroku's motto. In reality, Inuaysha himself was intrigued by the prospect suggested to him by the human, as twisted as that made him feel. He really hung out with the monk too much, perversion seemed to catch on.
So there they sat on a clearing and eyed each other. Miroku, Inuyasha and Hachi.
The raccoon still looked a bit hesitant. But his eyes were glued on the bag of money Miroku hefted on his palm. Greed was what drove him. And his greed was what Miroku relied on.
”Now, if you do this Hachi, all this money will be yours,” Miroku promised with his most honeyed, convincing voice. His eyes kept stealing hungry glances at Inuaysha, anticipating the depravity which would soon take place.
The raccoon reached out his hand to take the money but Miroku shook his head. ”No, no, my friend. Only after the deed is done, as always,” he said.
”You better be true to your word, Miroku-sama!” the raccoon eyed him suspiciously. The monk was not known for his honesty.
”I will be, Hachi...” the monk's voice purred.
Inuyasha bopped him around the head.
”I'll make sure he will be,” he promised the raccoon. ”Now let's get this over with!”
The three males eyed each other one last time before nodding in unison. The raccoon placed a leaf on the top of his head, there was a brief flash and the likeness of Inuaysha stood in his place amidst a small cloud of smoke.
Inuyasha eyed his double and nodded in approval. A perfect mirror copy of himself, at least on the outside.
He shivered as Miroku whispered into his ear, naked hands entwining around his torso. ”Imagine that, yourself fucking you? How delicious it will be to be taken by your own self? How decadent?” the monk nipped at the edge of his furred ear, making him gasp. “Fucked and taken as you look deep into your own eyes, into your own reflection. Fucked while I watch?”
The man had such a dirty mind.
Inuyasha's double stood before him and lay a hand on his clothed chest. It was eerie for Inuyasha to see himself in such a way. To look into his own eyes and have a hand like his own but not touching him. Miroku made quick work on divesting his body out of his fire rat robes while the double undressed his own, soon standing before the two stark naked.
Miroku caressed Inuyasha's chest while the other Inuaysha came up to the hanyou and kissed him. The monk craned his head over his lovers shoulder and admired the view, seeing his lover kissed by himself more arousing than he'd thought it would be. His fantasy come to life.
”I want to see him fuck you,” he purred against Inuyasha's neck, kissing and biting down as the double caressed his lovers sides, leaving the hanyou to be ravaged between the two of them. ”Fuck you and make you come while I watch...” the monk pushed his hardness against Inuyasha's ass.
Miroku slipped, wrenched himself, away from the two and sat himself comfortably on the ground to watch the show. His beaded hand running in slow strokes over his hardness as it all played out before him.
Two Inuyasha's kissing before his very eyes, claws sinking into silver hair, hands feeling up long strong limbs. Miroku couldn't even make out which of them was his Inuyasha and which was the fake. Only when the one pushed the other down did he know. That Inuaysha, so slowly prepared by the other, was his.
Inuyasha couldn't believe how good it felt despite being as sick as it was. He really couldn't let his mind deceive him that it was himself doing such wicked things to his body but it was hard work not to. It seemed the raccoons illusion was quite effective to work on him in such a way. He was prepared by what he felt was his own touch, legs hoisted up to what were his shoulders, impaled by what was his own member.
And it just felt too good to be allowed.
The monk's hand continued it's steady pace on his member, not too quick, less he miss the climax of what was happening between his lover and the raccoon. It was more than delicious. It was depraved. Indecent. Sick and twisted. And so so hot. Miroku's body arched in time of the real Inuyasha's as the double breached the hanyou's body. His hand stroked as Inuyasha moaned and took in the replica of his own cock, as he writhed on the forest floor, quite beside himself.
Inuyasha was filled. The hardness inside his ass his own but also not quite. Fucked good and proper, thinking briefly if this felt like what Miroku felt when he fucked him. His body surrendering and taking the pleasure, how twisted it was, for simply what it was. Scorching. Burning him as he looked at Miroku. The man was jerking himself off, naked and with an even more naked look of hungry lust on his face. Inuyasha was close. He jerked to the continued assault on his insides, every thrust a jolt through his body, a flash of pleasure. The look on his lovers face a last straw, the resounding moan as Inuyasha's mirror image kissed him the final push to make Inuyasha loose it completely.
Hearing that pitch in his lovers breath that was always there just before he came Miroku gripped himself hard and focused his hazed vision to his lover and the double. He released to the image of Inuaysha covering his doubles chest with his seed as the hanyou came. As did the double, rolling off of the hanyou's body after he was done, gasping for breath, the illusion still in place.
Panting, the monk admired his handiwork.
”Now, you do him”.
Author: Saraste
Characters: Miroku, Inuaysha, Hacchi
Rating: Adult++
Genre: pwp smut, yaoi, kink
Summary: Miroku has a fantasy...
Wordcount: 1067
Prompt: Originally written for the LJ comm iyhedonism for their week 18 prompt 'hacchi'.
Warnings: I really really don't want to spoil you. C'mon, it's Miroku and his perverted imaginings!
* * * *
It was Miroku who first suggested it. Inuaysha wouldn't even consider it, saying it was perverse, sick and twisted and he wasn't doing it. And punched Miroku for good measure, to underline his point.
But the monk kept on pushing him.
And getting beaten up more for his insistence. And in the end, Inuyasha eventually caved in. After much coaxing and ass-whoring on Miroku's part, of course. And some real nice blow-jobs. Bribery got you anywhere was Miroku's motto. In reality, Inuaysha himself was intrigued by the prospect suggested to him by the human, as twisted as that made him feel. He really hung out with the monk too much, perversion seemed to catch on.
So there they sat on a clearing and eyed each other. Miroku, Inuyasha and Hachi.
The raccoon still looked a bit hesitant. But his eyes were glued on the bag of money Miroku hefted on his palm. Greed was what drove him. And his greed was what Miroku relied on.
”Now, if you do this Hachi, all this money will be yours,” Miroku promised with his most honeyed, convincing voice. His eyes kept stealing hungry glances at Inuaysha, anticipating the depravity which would soon take place.
The raccoon reached out his hand to take the money but Miroku shook his head. ”No, no, my friend. Only after the deed is done, as always,” he said.
”You better be true to your word, Miroku-sama!” the raccoon eyed him suspiciously. The monk was not known for his honesty.
”I will be, Hachi...” the monk's voice purred.
Inuyasha bopped him around the head.
”I'll make sure he will be,” he promised the raccoon. ”Now let's get this over with!”
The three males eyed each other one last time before nodding in unison. The raccoon placed a leaf on the top of his head, there was a brief flash and the likeness of Inuaysha stood in his place amidst a small cloud of smoke.
Inuyasha eyed his double and nodded in approval. A perfect mirror copy of himself, at least on the outside.
He shivered as Miroku whispered into his ear, naked hands entwining around his torso. ”Imagine that, yourself fucking you? How delicious it will be to be taken by your own self? How decadent?” the monk nipped at the edge of his furred ear, making him gasp. “Fucked and taken as you look deep into your own eyes, into your own reflection. Fucked while I watch?”
The man had such a dirty mind.
Inuyasha's double stood before him and lay a hand on his clothed chest. It was eerie for Inuyasha to see himself in such a way. To look into his own eyes and have a hand like his own but not touching him. Miroku made quick work on divesting his body out of his fire rat robes while the double undressed his own, soon standing before the two stark naked.
Miroku caressed Inuyasha's chest while the other Inuaysha came up to the hanyou and kissed him. The monk craned his head over his lovers shoulder and admired the view, seeing his lover kissed by himself more arousing than he'd thought it would be. His fantasy come to life.
”I want to see him fuck you,” he purred against Inuyasha's neck, kissing and biting down as the double caressed his lovers sides, leaving the hanyou to be ravaged between the two of them. ”Fuck you and make you come while I watch...” the monk pushed his hardness against Inuyasha's ass.
Miroku slipped, wrenched himself, away from the two and sat himself comfortably on the ground to watch the show. His beaded hand running in slow strokes over his hardness as it all played out before him.
Two Inuyasha's kissing before his very eyes, claws sinking into silver hair, hands feeling up long strong limbs. Miroku couldn't even make out which of them was his Inuyasha and which was the fake. Only when the one pushed the other down did he know. That Inuaysha, so slowly prepared by the other, was his.
Inuyasha couldn't believe how good it felt despite being as sick as it was. He really couldn't let his mind deceive him that it was himself doing such wicked things to his body but it was hard work not to. It seemed the raccoons illusion was quite effective to work on him in such a way. He was prepared by what he felt was his own touch, legs hoisted up to what were his shoulders, impaled by what was his own member.
And it just felt too good to be allowed.
The monk's hand continued it's steady pace on his member, not too quick, less he miss the climax of what was happening between his lover and the raccoon. It was more than delicious. It was depraved. Indecent. Sick and twisted. And so so hot. Miroku's body arched in time of the real Inuyasha's as the double breached the hanyou's body. His hand stroked as Inuyasha moaned and took in the replica of his own cock, as he writhed on the forest floor, quite beside himself.
Inuyasha was filled. The hardness inside his ass his own but also not quite. Fucked good and proper, thinking briefly if this felt like what Miroku felt when he fucked him. His body surrendering and taking the pleasure, how twisted it was, for simply what it was. Scorching. Burning him as he looked at Miroku. The man was jerking himself off, naked and with an even more naked look of hungry lust on his face. Inuyasha was close. He jerked to the continued assault on his insides, every thrust a jolt through his body, a flash of pleasure. The look on his lovers face a last straw, the resounding moan as Inuyasha's mirror image kissed him the final push to make Inuyasha loose it completely.
Hearing that pitch in his lovers breath that was always there just before he came Miroku gripped himself hard and focused his hazed vision to his lover and the double. He released to the image of Inuaysha covering his doubles chest with his seed as the hanyou came. As did the double, rolling off of the hanyou's body after he was done, gasping for breath, the illusion still in place.
Panting, the monk admired his handiwork.
”Now, you do him”.