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The Other Side of Kazaana	By : szaugg Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 19841 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A/N Thanks for the reviews! And�your
reviews got you more hotness, as one phrase made me think of something and
well, you�ll reap the benefits. So I dedicate extra hotness to ya!
This chapter is a little dark again, and I hereby give a potential lemon warning.
I�m not saying there IS a lemon, but there could be. It affects
the plot, so I have to put a warning in so it doesn�t give anything away.

Chapter 2 � Miroku
Captured.
Miroku awoke to feminine screaming and animalistic
snarls of rage. Looking around himself in a daze, he realized he was
still within Kaede�s hut, although all the other
occupants were gone.
The children!
Wait, no. Kaede had come. She�d said
it was safe. So why was there still screaming? What was going
on?
� Let me in, old woman! I don�t care if he
saved a whole fucking continent, he�s still a boil on
the world�s ass! You know what a fucking con artist that bastard can be,
how can you fall for it??�
Inuyasha?
�For the love of�didn�t you hear her? He saved most of the children, Inuyasha! With a barrier!! Miroku
can�t do that, so it follows that THIS IS NOT MIROKU! GET IT THROUGH YOUR
THICK SKULL!�
And he would swear that was Kagome.
�Don�t scream at me, wench! I don�t care what he�s done; it�s always
some twisted, sadistic little plan, now isn�t it? He smells like Miroku, everyone says he looks like Miroku, therefore we�d have
to be pretty fucking stupid if we thought he wasn�t Miroku!!
So let me in right now, Kaede, because the fucking
bastard is gonna die!�
It was Inuyasha. And he sounded so
furious with him, although who could blame him. He must have
sucked him and Kagome in when he died. And now Inuyasha
wanted revenge. He wasn�t sure if he could die here, although he didn�t
think Inuyasha would kill him, but a beating of
religious proportions was obviously coming his way.
This was not going to be pretty.   That wouldn�t stop him from
going out to confront the hanyou. He wouldn�t
sit and cower in the house that was, now that he looked around, completely
covered inside with more ofuda. Kaede-sama had really made sure of things, he
thought.
Sighing, he squared his shoulders and pushed past the doorway and into the
light. Before he could do more than blink, Inuyasha
had leapt at him and pinned him to the ground with a hand around his
throat.
Kaede and Kagome yelled at once.
�Stop!�
�Do not harm him!�
�I ain�t killing him!� He grinned fiercely at the
man underneath him. �I�ve got too much planned to kill him now. Later�s a different story, but he�s not gonna
die now.�
Miroku stared up at him. He didn�t think
he�d ever seen Inuyasha look at him with such
absolute hatred except when his youkai had completely
taken over.
I didn�t mean for it to happen.
�Inuyasha,� he whispered hoarsely, trying to speak
around the constriction over his throat. �I�m sorry��
the hand clamped down and cut off his air supply completely for a
moment.
�Don�t fucking say a word, Ronin.
I don�t wanna hear it.� Golden eyes came in close as
he whispered. �And you�re gonna need your voice for
later, anyway. Wouldn�t want you to scream yourself hoarse too soon,
eh?�
Eyes wide, Miroku stared at him in shock.
What was he threatening? He struggled as Inuyasha
leapt to his feet, yanking Miroku up by his throat
until he was standing on his tiptoes, holding onto Inuyasha�s
arms to try and keep from choking.
�Inuyasha, let him go! Can�t you see he�s frightened?� Kagome
argued angrily.
�Good. That means he understands what�s gonna happen, now doesn�t it?�
�Inuyasha! Release
him! He is under my protection now!�
�Sorry, Kaede-baba, but you don�t have the power
to do that. I claimed vengeance on his sorry ass the moment he fucked us
all over, and I�m not letting him go just because he does a few good
deeds.�
With Kagome and Kaede closing in on them, inuyasha suddenly grabbed Miroku
around the waist and leapt over their heads, running away from the
village. Miroku felt his entire body jostled as
he was carried off by an enraged hanyou.
He was fairly certain that he was going to die.
Again.
Instead, after a rather long flight through the forest, Inuaysha
slowed down and they emerged in an open, flower covered field. He walked
to the center of the large clearing and tossed Miroku
to the ground. Before the monk could get his bearings he felt something
cold and hard enclose both of his ankles.
�Wha-?� looking down, he realized Inuyasha had enclosed his ankles in milky colored shackles, it almost looked like white jade. Silvery
chains ran from each shackle to enter the dirt a few feet away. He looked
up as Inuyasha started to laugh.
�You�re screwed now, and you don�t even realize it.� He taunted.
�Oh?� Miroku asked quietly. �What is it that
you�ve done to me?�
Inuyasha frowned a moment as though Miroku�s response was not what he was expecting. �You
think Naraku will save you or something? Don�t
count on it! I had these made as soon as I�d figured it all out. Naraku can�t undo these, Kaede
can�t undo these�the only one who can is the one who knows the words of the
spell, and that�s me and the person who made them. And no one but me
knows who that other person is, so ha!�
Miroku looked down at the shackles in
confusion. He was being chained to a field? Where was the sense in
that? �What exactly is the purpose in chaining me here?� he eyed Inuyasha carefully, standing slowly as he spoke.

�To live a long, long, miserable life, Ronin.�
�Live? It�s too late for that, Inuyasha.
No matter how much it resembles the real world, the world of the after-life
does not involve living flesh.�
�What the fuck are you babbling on about? Yeah, the dead are
dead. What the fuck does that have to do with you?� Gods, he hated
how the fucking bastard always talked circles around him.
Miroku couldn�t seem to open his mouth as he
stared up at the still furious hanyou, and Inuyasha hit him hard enough to knock him down.
�Well? Tell me, asshole!�
�I- I�m dead.� He said as he rose, just
beginning to wonder if the statement should actually be a question.
�Like I told the girls, not yet you�re not. But you�re gonna wish you were.�
�Not�yet? But�I�m dead!�
�Talking crazy isn�t going to get you out of this, Miroku.
Dying would, but do you really want to go that far?�
�But I�m already�� at Inuyasha�s absolutely
enraged look, he shut up, worrying the thought around in his head. �But
if I�m not�then�Where in the world am I?�
�You�re next to Kaede�s village, dumbfuck.�
�That�s not�.I mean. What are you so angry at me for, if it is not for
killing you and Kagome?�
�Killing me and Kagome? And how would that work, with me here talking
with you, asshole? Fuck.�
�Then why are you seeking vengeance?�
Inuyasha growled low in his throat and he
backhanded Miroku onto the ground again. �Don�t
you dare act like you don�t remember.
Don�t you fucking dare!� his voice raged on the edge of control and Miroku could see streaks of crimson crackle through his
eyes.
Prudence was certainly the better part of valor, at this point.
Keeping his counsel as he watched Inuyasha slowly
regain control, Miroku sighed to himself.

Was he telling the truth? Was this not the after-life? Or was Inuyasha simply confused? It certinaly
wouldn�t be the first time. However, if it wasn�t a place of the dead, if
he wasn�t dead, then what could this mean? He�d woken up in the well, did that mean he had gone through the well as Kagome
had? Except time passed when she went through.
What passed when he did?
If he did.
Was this a reflection of the world? A rewriting of
history in some way where he�d hurt these people and done something to make
them so bitter towards himself? A hallucination
or delusion? Or was he dead?
He really wasn�t sure anymore.
Clawed fingers yanked on his kesa and pulled him
to his feet, jarring his mind back to the present.
�I�ll come to check on you periodically, monk. There�s some water
within reach of the chain, but you�ll have to be pretty fucking quiet to lure
any of the mice around.�
�Mice??�
�Well, unless you wanna eat grass and flowers.� He
said nastily. �And I wouldn�t want you to be too comfortable, now would
I?� he reached out with his claws and sliced up Miroku�s kesa and fundoshi in moments, tossing the scraps to the corners of
the meadow.
�Hey!� Goosebumps ran across his skin as the wind blew through him
�Enjoy your evening, Miorku. I hear it gets
rather cold, so bundle up!� he cackled a little wildly before he turned and
walked away, whistling under his breath.
This was it? He was going to leave him here, defenseless?
�Wait!�
Inuyasha laughed again. �La la la, I can�t hear you!� he sang
childishly, still walking away.
�I don�t understand! What do you want from me?!�
Inuyasha paused and looked back at him,
glaring. �I want pain, Miroku. I want you
to suffer until you deserve those fake monk�s robes because you pray every day
for death. I want you to regret every miserable thing you ever did in
your pathetic, misbegotten existence. And I want every miserable moment
of your miserable life to last a really, really long time.� He turned and
walked away, disappearing into the trees.
�Inuyasha? Inuyasha!�
He was truly going to leave him here? His best friend�
he couldn�t possibly mean it. He couldn�t mean all those hateful
words. He couldn�t! He�d come back in a few minutes or hours and
let him know it was all a joke. That�s what would happen, he thought,
sitting down naked on the grass, shackles clankling
delicately. He brought his knees to his chest and hugged them close,
shivering. He hoped Inuyasha came back
soon.

Two days later as Miroku sat, meditating as the
sun warmed his bare skin, he was fairly certain that Inuyasha
had meant every word. So, he thought, this is where I�ll die. If, as he said, I�m not yet dead. Having two days to
do nothing but think, he was coming to agree with Inuyasha�s
pronouncement of �not being dead.� The entire experience seemed so much
like a typical day in the life of the living that he had a hard time denying
it. The one incomprehensible thing was how differently he was treated by
the all the people around him. If only he could figure out what had
changed, it wouldn�t pluck at his mind so. As it was, he continued to
worry at it whenever he wasn�t meditating.
One solution had presented itself, as distasteful as it seemed. It had
to do with the well, and the fact that Inuyasha had
mentioned Naraku and himself in the same
sentence.
What if they hadn�t killed Naraku? If they
hadn�t, and he still lived, he could have been up to his usual tricks and used Miroku�s form. If he had timed it right, possibly he
could have leapt in after the kazaana imploded,
claiming to be Miroku. Claiming
to be miraculously saved. The timing wasn�t beyond the bastard, as
he�d shown by some of his previous plots, especially if he�d managed to find a
way to set off the kazaana so it ripped when he
wished.   The only thing Miroku couldn�t
explain with that scenario was how he, himself, hadn�t died. He knew that
things sucked into his kazaana didn�t appear in the
well. If they had, the village and surrounding countryside would have
been overwhelmed by youkai long ago.
If, for whatever reason, his kazaana had
pulled him through the well�could this be the future?   It couldn�t
be very far into the future; Kagome hadn�t looked much different, to his eyes,
and they were usually pretty observant, when it came to anything female. Possibly a year or two, long enough for a doppleganger
to have caused these levels of hatred and bitterness? He could see
it happening, as much as he had a hard time believing his friends would be so
easily deceived. At the moment, it was the best explanation he had.
There were some holes of course; such as why everyone kept calling him �ronin,� and odd comments from Kagome about his spiritual
powers. Since he couldn�t fill them, however, he merely adjusted his mind
to be open to any new information and tried to go on.
Looking up at the sun, he smiled a little.   He�d always told
himself he should devote more time to meditation and improving the quality of
his soul. If ever the universe was giving a hint that he should slow down
and broaden his mind, this would have to be it. Taking a flower next to
him and popping it into his mouth, he chewed slowly and thought.

Watching from his hiding spot underneath some dense shrubbery, Inuyasha scowled. This hadn�t been as enjoyable as he�d
been hoping. First the stupid bastard actually seemed to recognize the
plants that filled the entire field, which was quite annoying as they were
edible down to the very roots. He wasn�t going to start feeling the bite
of near starvation until he�d denuded the area around him, and the chains were
long enough that it would be quite a while.
Of course, Inuyasha hadn�t been worrying about how
edible they were when he�d first set this up over a year before. The
smell was the important thing. He couldn�t smell shit with the scent of
these plants overpowering everything, and that meant that neither could Naraku. And as the entire purpose of this exercise,
at least at first, was to lure him out, the smell was essential. Inuyasha had dug a tunnel from within the woods all the way
to this particular bush, giving him a secluded way to spy on Miroku and whomever came to
retrieve him.   He could come and go without giving away that he was
watching, and the ronin would be there for as long as
he wished. He could stake him out for years, as long as he kept him
alive. Not that it would take that long. Knowing how much Naraku kept tabs on the man, he knew it wouldn�t be long
before he�d come seeking him out. So far, as much as Miroku
had been his own weakness, he seemed to be a bit of an Achilles heel for Naraku as well. Naraku always
came in person when Miroku was involved.
Inuyasha was counting on the same to happen this
time. The only issue was: Miroku wasn�t nearly
pissed off enough. The fucker was sitting quietly by the time Inuyasha had returned to spy on him
. It was so different than the rage filled cursing and pacing that
he�d expected that he wondered if the man knew something he hadn�t. Miroku wasn�t one for calm acceptance, after all.
Although maybe that had to do with the fact that he�d recognized the damn
flowers. Perhaps he thought Naraku could
actually free him, despite what Inuyasha had
claimed? That might explain it. So far, the only satisfying thing
had been watching Miroku�s shivering during the
night. Nice to watch him suffer. Of
course, that was then, now�
�Meditating?� he murmured in disbelief. �Who does that fucker think
he�s fooling?�
He fiddled with a piece of grass as he watched him. The man sat
quietly for over half the day, stood up and stretched, ate some flowers, and
started sitting again. Boooring. Well, except for the standing up and stretching
part. He hated to admit it, but the man was still as gorgeous as
ever. More so, actually, if he were honest.
He didn�t remember Miroku�s skin being so pale and
smooth before, and it looked like he�d finally managed to achieve that look of
innocence he�d always bemoaned the lack of. He could probably con a lord
out of his first born son now, with a face like that. It was irritatingly
pretty and sweet. Even his stupid demon side had suddenly reversed its
previous dislike of the man, simply based on that face. Which made him so mentally uncomfortable that he wanted to curse.
Although it also made watching his nude body arching in the
sun a very pleasant experience. Until the hard-on refused to go
away, that is.
Inuyasha accidentally sucked in the piece of grass
he was chewing on when Naraku showed up in the late
afternoon. He choked, trying to stay silent, and finally managed to smile
evilly as soon as he recovered. This was what he�d been waiting
for. If he timed it right, he could get them both, but he should use the
opportunity to find out exactly what the hell they�d been doing lately, just in
case Naraku managed to escape, or if he�d sent a
puppet this time instead of coming personally. The way his luck with Naraku ran, it wouldn�t surprise him.

Miroku swallowed heavily at the aura he could feel
approaching from across the field. Well, he�d had a few extra days beyond
what his normal fate would have been, he shouldn�t
mourn the fact that it ended now. He�d do his best to damage the evil hanyou coming towards him before he died, of course, not
that he had any illusions that he�d actually manage to kill him. He could
at least die with dignity, however, and say he�d tried. Standing, he
faced him, unsurprised when his enemy stopped and stared threateningly.

The evil monster always did have a bit of a dramatic streak.
What did surprise him was the lack of the baboon skin. The man was
standing in front of him in the guise of the young man he�d consumed when Sango had first met him. How odd. Naraku stared at him for a number of minutes without making
a sound, another rarity, when he spoke.
�I can see Kanna�s mirror did not lie. You
truly do look like my Miroku.�
�I�m not your anything, Naraku.� His fists
clenched. How he hated knowing that Naraku was
still alive.
Naraku�s eyes gleamed slightly. �So you know
who I am,� he purred. �Interesting.�
�Of course I know you! How could I forget the man who cursed my
family!� he bristled with emotion on the only being he could honestly say he
hated.
�Cursed your family?� Naraku murmured, �Are you
claiming to be Miroku, then?�
�I am claiming nothing. I am Miroku,
and none of your tricks will change that, no matter what the others
believe.�
�Really. Fascinating.�
Naraku continued to stare at him and finally called
out softly. �Miroku, come closer. There�s
something here that has�possibilities.�
Miroku opened his mouth to deride any expectation
of obedience when the words strangled in his throat. Coming across the
field, dressed in the armor of a samurai, was�himself. Or someone that
resembled him so closely that he might as well be.
Did he have any half-brothers he was unaware of? The odds were fairly
good, considering his father�s proclivities, but surely he would have
known?
The man sauntered forward, dark hair smoothed back into a braid that swung
back and forth behind his hips as he moved.   As he drew closer, Miroku started to notice other small details that
differed. The man had a ruby-red stone piercing one ear. His face
was darker, tanned in the way that Miroku usually saw
in farmers and others who toiled in the sun constantly. But the
eyes�.there were exactly the same. Watching the samurai come and stand
next to Naraku, Miroku
shivered as the man�s shadowed, indigo eyes undressed him and started
whispering dirty thoughts against his skin.
He didn�t like it.
His double smiled, a small twist of the lips that practically shouted, �I
know how to make you scream, and I know how to make you like it.�
And then, as he stood there casually next to the worst being Miroku had ever personally met, he reached over and fondled
Naraku�s ass.
Miroku shuddered. That had to be among the
more disgusting sights he�d ever seen in his life, bar none.
He made himself look, trying to gain what insights he could. Examining
his clothing, his armor, the sword at his hip and the helmet under his arm, he
noticed a distinct lack of anything remotely resembling a house seal.
�You�re the Ronin.� He said. No
wonder they were fooled. Miroku had never
mentioned a brother, or even known of anyone resembling himself, so who would
think there would be someone almost exactly like him running around.
They could have at least suspected. He crushed the thought as
unworthy.
�Of course.� The man replied to Miroku�s
question, his voice smooth and low, roughened more than Miroku
ever heard in his own speech. �And who the hell are you? I didn�t
know dad had managed to get his seed to take with another whore.�
Naraku murmured to his companion, �He claims that
he is you.�
Ronin Miroku exchanged a
look with Naraku before turning to run his eyes up
and down Miroku�s body with a disbelieving
snort. �I don�t think so, pretty one. There�s only one Miroku in this world, and it certainly isn�t you. �
Seeing this simulacrum of himself, who was obviously not Naraku, but just as obviously in league with him, Miroku felt tense to the point of breaking. There was
something fundamentally wrong about seeing yourself in another person this
strongly. Was he a relative, or some creation of Naraku�s?
A corrupted human or a created copy? �You will
not succeed in fooling them forever. Masquerading as me�they will
discover what you�ve done.�
Wouldn�t they?
Ronin Miroku started to
laugh. �Fooling them? You mean by pretending to be a �good little
boy?� Sorry to disappoint you, but they already know. As for masquerading in �my� form?� He smiled tightly, �I
believe that�s my line.� He drew his sword and took a step towards Miroku before Naraku put a
languid hand on Ronin Miroku�s
shoulder.
�Let us not act hastily, Miroku.�
Does the man actually believe he is
me, or do they merely keep up a charade? Either way, hearing Naraku say my name fondly is more disturbing than I would
have thought.
The warrior glanced over to Naraku with a
questioning look.
�Truly, can you not see some of the possibilities, Ronin?
He looks so like you, but he is�unspoiled. Look at him, with such pale
skin and hopeful eyes�would you not find it appealing to explore him?�
Turning back to Miroku, the man examined him
again, lingering on his face. Ronin smiled ferally, his eyes gleaming. �You�d get off watching
me fuck the little copy, is that it?� he asked, his voice roughening. He
chuckled, watching Miroku take a step backwards with
a light tinkle of his shackles.
�It is certainly not an opportunity that comes often. And being able
to take the look of innocence away from what is essentially your own face would
be quite pleasurable, don�t you agree?�
Ronin Miroku started to
breathe heavily and Miroku took another step
back. Miroku hadn�t thought he could be
surprised by the depths to which Naraku had sunk, but
he�d never seen the creature even hint at something sexual. The closest
he�d come was his incarnation with Onigumo�s
heart. But this? Miroku
swallowed, hating the fear that was starting to solidify in his gut. He�d
been prepared to die, but rape was not something he�d even remotely considered.
Especially by a man with his own face!
�I can just imagine what you�ll do when I open you up, pretty.� Ronin Miroku said, starting to
doff his armor. He laughed again, watching Miroku�s
every movement. �Hell, the look on your face now is priceless. I
haven�t even done anything yet and you�re already shocked?� Miroku continued to back away, nervous but
determined. He wouldn�t go down without a fight.
�I will not submit to this.�
Naraku and Ronin Miroku laughed quietly. �Did you just say�? You
think you can stop me? Damn, you really are an innocent, whoever you
are.� Ronin Miroku finished
ridding himself of his armor and started on the clothing underneath as Miroku watched silently, desperately trying to think of
some way to avoid being assaulted.
�Are you so dishonorable that you would attack me at such a disadvantage?�
he asked the Ronin, hoping there might be something
in him that he could still appeal to.
�Is there really any question of it?� He smirked and turned to Naraku. �Please, tell me you�re thinking of taking
him with us. This one is worth playing with for a while, don�t you
think?�
�Yes, breaking him would be quite entertaining.� Naraku
mused as the Ronin tossed away the last of his
clothing. �I can only imagine how it would affect the jewel if we can
despoil him completely in its presence.�
�Did you have a position you prefer?� Ronin Miroku asked as he started forward.
�Do as you like, as long as I can see his face the first time you enter
him. After all, your creativity in these matters is one of the reasons I
chose you in the first place.   Just make certain this first time
is�memorable.� Naraku said, his voice thrumming with
dark enjoyment.
Miroku felt himself start to shiver as he
continued to back away, trying to get to the middle of his tether. He
needed to room to fight, he thought, trying not to get hysterical. The
man looked so like his reflection in a still pool that he felt as though he was
trying to get room to fight himself! To fight himself as his other self
tried to rape him for the enjoyment of his worst enemy! He shivered
again.
�Memorable? Oh I guarantee he won�t be forgetting this any time soon.�
Ronin Miroku smiled and
started walking towards Miroku.
Miroku was dismayed to notice the other man�s more
heavily muscled physique. He was tanned everywhere but the faint pale
outline where his fundoshi would cover him.
Numerous scars covered his arms, and he glided as he moved. Miroku swallowed and fought panic again. Fighting a copy of
himself who had obviously devoted more of his time to fighting than
meditation? How was he going to fight him?!
�Are you going to fight, lovely, or simple try and run until you�re out of
room?� Ronin Miroku asked
quietly, his voice throbbing against Miroku�s nervees. The monk braced himself as Ronin
drew close; he was not going to run.
�You�ll fight then? I�m surprised. I would have thought a pretty
face like yours would manage to get everyone else to fight for you.�
�I fight my own battles.� Miroku ground out,
tensing. He was disgusted to see that the Ronin
was already aroused.    The man leapt at him without warning and
Miroku blocked desperately. They were matched
in speed, but he other man�s superior strength would overwhelm him if he let
it. He danced around him, trying to duck and dodge and avoid the man as
much as possible. It was working, insomuch as it kept his enemy away, until the
man smiled and reached down. Hearing a slight metallic click, Miroku realized he�d picked up one of his chains and he
yelled as the ronin jerked, toppling him
backwards.
The ronin flipped him over, pulling the tie from Miroku�s own hair to tie his hands behind his back.
The leather cord cut into his wrists still raw from the few days before and Miroku grit his teeth to keep from moaning. He felt
his double lean against his back, he erection pressing against his ass, and he
stiffened.
�A pleasant little encounter.� The words were warm
against Miroku�s ears and he squirmed. �But not
as pleasant as what happens next. Would you like to know what I�m going to do
to you, Mi-ro-ku?�
�Not in the slightest.� He ground out, gasping as the man gripped his hip so
tightly he drew blood.
Ronin reached up with his other hand to pull Miroku�s head to the side so he was looking slightly up and
back, into Ronin�s face. The man stared at him
intently. �I think first, I�m going to fuck those soft lips until they�re
bruised and raw. Your eyes are so expressive, I
can�t tell you how enjoyable it will be to see them weep as I drive into that
smooth cheeked face of yours.� Miroku struggled
underneath him and tried to buck him off, freezing as the Ronin
merely used it as an opportunity to rest his hard length more firmly along the
crevice of his bottom.
�Oh don�t worry, I�ll get to your ass, too.
Trust me, I�m going to take you so hard that you�re
going to be bleeding for a week.� Miroku closed
his eyes and tried to stay still, saving his movements for a moment when they
would help him escape, if that moment ever came. Would a chance come
before his rape at this other Miroku�s hands?
He felt the pressure on top of him retreat, but grunted as his head followed
the man�s hand up, pulling him to his knees. His arms pulled painfully
behind his back, Miroku glared up at the ronin above him and spat at him.
Ronin Miroku calmly
wiped the spittle from his face.
�I wouldn�t be wasting saliva right now. You�ll want some of it
later.� His grip tightened around Miroku�s hair,
slowly pulling his face down and savoring the panic on Miroku�s
face as he did so. He paused. �I suppose you should know the ground
rules. There�s only one.� His eyes were hard.
�If you bite me, you won�t live long enough to enjoy it.� Giving Miroku a moment to digest his words, he ran his hand along
the monk�s jaw and across his lips gently. �Do feel free to scream, though. It
always gives a nice little jolt, that fantastic vibrating sensation. I
must admit I�m a bit addicted to it.�
He dug his fingers into Miroku�s jaw and
whispered. �Shall we find out what it takes to make you scream, blossom? Hmmm?�
Miroku shuddered, but he still felt his mind relax
even as his body tensed. The ronin would kill
him if he bit down when his mouth was raped? That
that�s what he would do. He had no doubts that he would be killed
by Naraku eventually, no matter what, but if he could
die quickly, perhaps he could take some of the satisfaction from the
spider. Perhaps he could avoid what looked to be a painful and
soul-crushing series of rapes.
His face was inches from the other man�s thick erection when Naraku stopped him.
�Yes?� the ronin asked, holding Miroku�s body still as he used his free hand to caress
along Miroku�s back. �You would rather I start with
something else
�He will fight.� Naraku said, watching Miroku�s kneeling form with interest. �Can you not
recognize it? I have seen the same expression on your face when you
decide to attack rather than flee.�
Ronin Miroku joined Naraku in staring down at Miroku�s
vulnerable body below him.
�I don�t see it.� He said after a moment. �He�d have to be crazy to
think he could escape in time to live. I�ll kill him before he takes more
than a step.�
�I believe that is his wish.� Naraku said, and
noticing the brief flash of fear that ran through Miroku�s
eyes, he smiled, satisfied. �Aaah,
definitely then. He would have died rather than submit to
you. He doesn�t want to be taken.�
Ronin Miroku looked down
at him. �Now, now, � he tsked.
�We can�t have that. Such a pretty thing as you should be enjoyed for
more than one brief moment. We have hours and hours of play to look
forward to.�
Naraku was pensive as Ronin
chided the man in his hands. �Ronin, I believe
this is more than someone who looks as you do. If it was looks alone,
possibly, but his looks, his smell, even the expressions on his
face?   This requires further study. Don�t risk yourself and
the double by playing this time, simply take him and we will remove the
shackles to bring him with us.
Ronin nodded and then smiled as he saw Miroku�s face. �Finally frightened now, are
you? You should be, after thinking of biting me during sex.� He smiled,
shaking his head, and thrust one large fist into Miroku�s
as he released his hair. Fiery pain knotted in his gut as Miroku fell forward onto his face, gasping as he tried to
breath. �You really shouldn�t think about doing something like
that. It just means I�ll have to take you in the ass that much
sooner.�
Miroku realized that while he�d fallen forward
from the assault, the other man had held onto his hips so that his ass was
still in the air even while he struggled to move. He tried to bring his
torso back up.
�Let me go!�
�Mmmm, I don�t think so. I rather like this
angle.� Miroku felt the scarred hand shove harshly
against his lower back, crushing his tied hands in between, and the man�s body
pressed him intimately from behind. He thrashed, trying to scoot forward
and get away when his head was grabbed by the hair, forcing his face to look up
and see Naraku watching avidly a few feet away.
The hard body behind him curled over and pressed against his back.
�I�m going to take you now.� He murmured softly into his ear. �And Naraku and I ware going to watch as that innocence of yours
peels away layer by layer until your face is as raw as your ass is going to
be. And trust me when I say, I�m going to enjoy every damn moment of
it.�
Miroku could feel him pull back slightly,
adjusting himself to push in, and he panicked.
�Get off me!�
�Eventually.� He adjusted his grip on the monk�s
hair so that Miroku�s head was completely
immobile.
�For Gods� sake, don�t do this!�
Ronin chuckled, his muscles tensing to thrust, and
that�s when Miroku heard Inuyasha
start yelling.
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