InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Roads to Ruin ❯ Roads to Ruins ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Clockwork_knight 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.06.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 543 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.06.2003 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 543 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer- I own nothing, no suing for you
Inuyasha X Miroku non consensual
E-mail- Wind_voyager@yahoo.com
By_ Clockwork Knight
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Roads to ruin
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NC-17
part one Fall
Let the rain in, let the rain fall
Let it wash away the tears form your eyes
Let it in
Because it hurts to fall…..
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Rain fell in sheets, whipping the small forest into a frenzy of branches and leaves. The wind howled in its furry as it blew through the eaves of the small abandoned hut nestled in its heart.
The small group had been split up by the storms sudden oncoming furry, dividing them like it was a living thing.
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Pain.
It was all he was aware of. Searing pain
Inyuasha hit the ground hard, his body refusing to listen to his minds demands. He strained to try to move but his muscles turned to jelly. The smell of damp earth still wet from rainfall filled his lungs as he gasped for air.
No mater how he struggled he couldn’t move, just lay there face down on the ground.
All his strength fled his body as the wounds from a previous fight flared up, pain shot up through his broken ribs as the ends ground together. He groaned, biting down on his lip to keep the sound from escaping.
He could feel Miroku’s hands on his shoulders, shaking him. His voice drowned out by the wind as the storm threatened to start up again.
His breath seized in his throat as a wave of pain washed over him, something warm flowed over his shoulder and the bitter smell of blood filled the damp air. The demon had hurt him far worse then he let on, his pride not letting up even as he lay on the ground.
His vision wavered.
His throat seized up as he tired to yell, nothing but a pained groan came out.
He clawed at the moist ground as darkness crept up on his mind.
Unconsciousness came up like night, sudden and dark.
“Kogoame……..” the single word left his dry tortured throat as he sunk deeper into nothingness.
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Pain washed his mind in have that seemed to be with no end, his breath came in gasps, his chest struggling to raise with each hard fought breath. He groaned softly, his fire rat kimono sticking to him like a second skin, trapping the heat of his fevered skin. Miroku tried to be careful as he removed the soaked pelt form him, trying not to hurt him any more then he already was.
Inyuasha moaned something out in his semi conscious state and grip the pelt tightly to his shivering frame, forcing the monk to pry his clawed fingers off it.
It hung heavy in his arms as he left it on the floor nearby, leaving the hanyou clad only in a white under shirt and his pants.
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The damp stale air stirred over his skin, his robes draped over pieces of broken chairs that were piled in one corner as if the occupant had left in a hurry years ago, leaving the hut to slowly return to the ground from which it came. Leaving him dressed only in a pale white under shirt that stuck to him.
He watched from Inyuahsa’s side as he started to come back around. His hands tightening on the staff, the metal rings jingling slighting in the stale still air. His fever seemed to worsen as the night grew on.
He watched, as Inyuasha stirred in his fever dream, part of is shirt fell open, revealing his tanned
firm chest half covered in stained bandages.
Miroku smiled as he looked down at the young half-breed. He was so beautiful. Long silvery white hair matted with rain and sweat gleamed in the light of lighting flashes and the pale moon that rained thin weak beams of cold light through he caked windows. Inuyahsa’s lips parted slightly as he panted from the heat.
What would it be like, to take those soft lips in to his own, to taste him?
He reached down to sooth the tangled locks off his forehead, admiring the softness of the strands through his fingers. The heat form his fever seeped into his hand as he drew back slightly. The others would not be able find them until morning and only if the storm broke. His looked so innocent sleeping, his delicate face framed by silvery locks, all the gruffness gone. Replaced with a look of slight sereneness underlined by pain and exhaustion.
Inyuahsa groaned, his eyes remained closed.
Almost as if guided by a mind of their own his hand found its way to the soft white shirt, gently pulling it aside so he could drink in the uncovered chest of the unconscious Inyuasha.
He laid the staff down on the floor; no one knew they were out here, alone. How long had he been waiting for such a moment. To be along with him, even just for a few hours.
He let his hand trail through the matted wet hair and over an ear; he had to carry the hanyou after he collapsed. His arms still ached at the thought of carrying him to the small hut.
Inuyasha, still unconscious, did not respond to the gentle touch.
Moving closer he claimed Inyuasha’s open mouth in a passionate kiss, pushing his tongue into his partly open mouth.
Tracing his tongue over the warm moist surfaces of his warm mouth, his hands started to roam as he pulled the damp shirt open all the way.
A soft choked cry erupted from Inuyasha’s throat as his body stiffened under the touch. His eyes opened slightly, unseeing and clouded in pain.
He grabbed his wrists and pined them to the hut floor much harder then he intended as he feebly tried to push him off, barely conscious. A low groan bubbled from his throat.
He trailed his lips down his collarbone and chest as one hand held his wrists to the floor and the other slipped below the band of his pants. He watched as Inuyasha’s chest moved with each breath, he was so beautiful. Like something from a fairy tale.
Inuyasha moved weakly below him, sweat covering his skin.
He cupped the heat in his hand, feeling it stiffen at the soft touch as he ran his fingers up it. Inuyasha squirmed more beneath him.
With little effort he managed to pull the half demons pants off, ignoring his soft whimpers
“ You have no idea how much I need you.”
A soft low sound came from the half-breeds throat as his back arched slightly as pleasure clashed with pain in his veins. He had a harder time holding the struggling Inuyasha down as his lips caught on a nipple.
He gripped Inuyasha’s manhood and slowly stroked it, feeling warm drops of pre fall over his fingers.
Inuyasha cried in protest, clear tears as salty as the sea fell down his cheeks and splattered on the floor.
He stuck his tongue into Inuyahsa’s hot mouth again, this time with more force, tasting him.
Miroku released Inuyasha’s wrists, knowing that he no longer had the strength to fight back as it was drained by an ocean of seething darkness of pain and pleasure entwining around his once bright soul. Inuyasha went limp, seemly giving up.
He backed up and started to undress, letting the damp shirt fall to the floor followed by his pants, leaving him completely uncovered in the dim light.
The skies darkened and rumbled throatily as the storm took back over, sealing the night in a shield of clouds. Lighting flashed, quicksilver tongues poking at the pregnant bellies of clouds in sensuous ways, tempting their release.
His skin was dripping with sweat.
He held onto Inuyasha’s waist with one hand, encircling it so he couldn’t escape if he somehow regained his feeble strength.
He could feel the heat of his body over his, seeping in like rain water, getting under his skin as the thick smell of male arousal hung in the air like jungle mists, fertile and damp.
Inuyasha made small noises like a wounded animal in the back of his throat, the fear in his golden eyes going unnoticed by the young monk as he felt his legs being forced apart, his body unable to comply with his minds screams to run, to move, to do anything but lay there.
Miroku pushed his hardened erection against the warmth of the hanyou’s rear for a moment before giving a hard shove.
A scream was torn out of Inuyasha’s throat as his back arched in pain, his claws digging at the floor, leaving deep ruts in the wood. He could feel every little bump, every wrinkle of skin as the hard head wormed its way into his guts.
His mouth tried to form words but the only thing that came forth was pain stricken sounds, his eyes begged Miroku to stop. This wasn’t like the young monk he had come to know as a friend.
Pain assaulted his already torn body, he drifted in and out of consciousness, clinging to the edge of light in desperation, not wanting to fall into the dark void that was hot on his heels waiting to devour him alive and suck he deeply in to nothingness were his body could rest.
He screamed again as something inside ripped with the hard thoughtless thrusts as he squirmed on the floor, his hands often pinned to it to the point his bones creaked under the pressure. Blood ran freely, covering the inside of his thighs and the floor equally in a pool of crimson as the wounds reopened.
His chest was barely able to hold enough air for his lungs as he screamed or whimpered in agony, everything became a blur of pain and heated lust.
The soft cries of pain reached only death ears.
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Miroku woke to a pounding headache and a dim awareness he was completely naked, shivering slightly in the now cool air.
He reached about blindly for his clothes, his body complaining harshly with each move as his brain tried to sort out what had happened to no avail. His mind was shrouded in a thick fog.
He winced at the distant sound of a scream in his head, remnants of a horrible nightmare that would rob him of his sleep for days to come. It seemed so real, Inuyasha’s pained screams still echoed in his skull as he pulled his shirt on, slightly damp form the nights rain.
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“ Inuyasha?” he whispered, reaching out to see if he was awake. The bitter stench of blood hit like a hammer, even in the dim light he could see the bandages were all but soaked and his skin was deathly pale, his golden eyes tightly shut.
“ Inuyasha?”
The first thing that came to Inuyasha’s mind was he was hurt, badly. And cold. His golden eyes opened slightly, adjusting to the darkness quickly. His memories of the long night before came in a flood as if the dam had been burst, along with it came the pain. The horrible burring pain.
He cried out miserably and tried to curl up, his ribs screamed in agony at the move, his breath catching in his chest. The tears flowed down his face, mixing with the blood and semen that covered the floor and his body. He tried to force his aching protesting body up and collapsed.
A hand settled on his shoulder, he turned his eyes upwards to the owner.
An abrupt whimper came form his throat as he tried to crawl away and failed, his body no longer had the reserves to move. He lay there crying, a miserable ball of pain as his chest rose and fail erratically with the gulping breathes between whimpers and soft cries.
Miroku felt sick, the fear he saw in those once vibrant golden eyes ate away at him. Inuyahsa tried to crawl away at first; he evenly curled up into a ball and cried.
He could only stare, frozen in place by the weight of horrendous guilt that rooted him to the floor like nails.
He couldn’t have…there was no way he could have done that to his friend. There was no way.
Miroku reached out again, all but crawling himself to the hanyou who lay on the floor. He couldn’t help but to see how he actually cringed at his touch.
He snatched the fire rat kimono off the floor from were it lay and wrapped Inuyasha’s nude form in it, feeling him shiver under the warm pelt as he cradled him in his arms, resting his head on his shoulder as he slowly rocked Inuyasha as if he was a child.
“ I’m sorry…. I’m so sorry.. How could I have ever done anything like that?” he whispered, Inuyasha showed no sign he had heard him.
Miroku clung to him tightly, letting his own tears mingle with the half demons, running his hands through his matted mane and over his ears in a vain attempt to calm him.
He felt beyond sick, he was nauseas with grief for what he had done to his friend.
Could Inuyasha ever forgive him, could he ever forgive himself ?
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Unknown to either of the inhabits, a small circle of silver and glass gleaned with a sinister light form high in the rafters. The dark surface brewed with a magical storm that swirled and shifted with a life of its own.
The lighting flashed, dancing off its ornate curves, flashing tiny ghosts of light and shadow off it for a brief moment before dying out.
------------------------------------------------------------------------ -
The rain slowly let up slightly before continuing its heavy assault, lashing the small huts slopping roof with gallons of rain that swept away the dark stain of the world and flushed it away so a new one could grow in its place, a cool dark green growth that would soon take its place and die and the seasons past and re grow over and over again as the world would.
Seeking to forever remove the sins of the world and wash them away but only breaching the surface, never touching the lonely darkness that bore silent to the working of everything and watched the world turn one more day and fester ever darker inside all living things.
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TBC
Roads to Ruins part two-Hurt
Inuyasha X Miroku non consensual
E-mail- Wind_voyager@yahoo.com
By_ Clockwork Knight
-------------------------------------------------------------------
Roads to ruin
------------------------------------------------------------------------ --------------------------------------------------------
NC-17
part one Fall
Let the rain in, let the rain fall
Let it wash away the tears form your eyes
Let it in
Because it hurts to fall…..
---------------------------
Rain fell in sheets, whipping the small forest into a frenzy of branches and leaves. The wind howled in its furry as it blew through the eaves of the small abandoned hut nestled in its heart.
The small group had been split up by the storms sudden oncoming furry, dividing them like it was a living thing.
------
Pain.
It was all he was aware of. Searing pain
Inyuasha hit the ground hard, his body refusing to listen to his minds demands. He strained to try to move but his muscles turned to jelly. The smell of damp earth still wet from rainfall filled his lungs as he gasped for air.
No mater how he struggled he couldn’t move, just lay there face down on the ground.
All his strength fled his body as the wounds from a previous fight flared up, pain shot up through his broken ribs as the ends ground together. He groaned, biting down on his lip to keep the sound from escaping.
He could feel Miroku’s hands on his shoulders, shaking him. His voice drowned out by the wind as the storm threatened to start up again.
His breath seized in his throat as a wave of pain washed over him, something warm flowed over his shoulder and the bitter smell of blood filled the damp air. The demon had hurt him far worse then he let on, his pride not letting up even as he lay on the ground.
His vision wavered.
His throat seized up as he tired to yell, nothing but a pained groan came out.
He clawed at the moist ground as darkness crept up on his mind.
Unconsciousness came up like night, sudden and dark.
“Kogoame……..” the single word left his dry tortured throat as he sunk deeper into nothingness.
---------------------------------------------------
Pain washed his mind in have that seemed to be with no end, his breath came in gasps, his chest struggling to raise with each hard fought breath. He groaned softly, his fire rat kimono sticking to him like a second skin, trapping the heat of his fevered skin. Miroku tried to be careful as he removed the soaked pelt form him, trying not to hurt him any more then he already was.
Inyuasha moaned something out in his semi conscious state and grip the pelt tightly to his shivering frame, forcing the monk to pry his clawed fingers off it.
It hung heavy in his arms as he left it on the floor nearby, leaving the hanyou clad only in a white under shirt and his pants.
----------------
The damp stale air stirred over his skin, his robes draped over pieces of broken chairs that were piled in one corner as if the occupant had left in a hurry years ago, leaving the hut to slowly return to the ground from which it came. Leaving him dressed only in a pale white under shirt that stuck to him.
He watched from Inyuahsa’s side as he started to come back around. His hands tightening on the staff, the metal rings jingling slighting in the stale still air. His fever seemed to worsen as the night grew on.
He watched, as Inyuasha stirred in his fever dream, part of is shirt fell open, revealing his tanned
firm chest half covered in stained bandages.
Miroku smiled as he looked down at the young half-breed. He was so beautiful. Long silvery white hair matted with rain and sweat gleamed in the light of lighting flashes and the pale moon that rained thin weak beams of cold light through he caked windows. Inuyahsa’s lips parted slightly as he panted from the heat.
What would it be like, to take those soft lips in to his own, to taste him?
He reached down to sooth the tangled locks off his forehead, admiring the softness of the strands through his fingers. The heat form his fever seeped into his hand as he drew back slightly. The others would not be able find them until morning and only if the storm broke. His looked so innocent sleeping, his delicate face framed by silvery locks, all the gruffness gone. Replaced with a look of slight sereneness underlined by pain and exhaustion.
Inyuahsa groaned, his eyes remained closed.
Almost as if guided by a mind of their own his hand found its way to the soft white shirt, gently pulling it aside so he could drink in the uncovered chest of the unconscious Inyuasha.
He laid the staff down on the floor; no one knew they were out here, alone. How long had he been waiting for such a moment. To be along with him, even just for a few hours.
He let his hand trail through the matted wet hair and over an ear; he had to carry the hanyou after he collapsed. His arms still ached at the thought of carrying him to the small hut.
Inuyasha, still unconscious, did not respond to the gentle touch.
Moving closer he claimed Inyuasha’s open mouth in a passionate kiss, pushing his tongue into his partly open mouth.
Tracing his tongue over the warm moist surfaces of his warm mouth, his hands started to roam as he pulled the damp shirt open all the way.
A soft choked cry erupted from Inuyasha’s throat as his body stiffened under the touch. His eyes opened slightly, unseeing and clouded in pain.
He grabbed his wrists and pined them to the hut floor much harder then he intended as he feebly tried to push him off, barely conscious. A low groan bubbled from his throat.
He trailed his lips down his collarbone and chest as one hand held his wrists to the floor and the other slipped below the band of his pants. He watched as Inuyasha’s chest moved with each breath, he was so beautiful. Like something from a fairy tale.
Inuyasha moved weakly below him, sweat covering his skin.
He cupped the heat in his hand, feeling it stiffen at the soft touch as he ran his fingers up it. Inuyasha squirmed more beneath him.
With little effort he managed to pull the half demons pants off, ignoring his soft whimpers
“ You have no idea how much I need you.”
A soft low sound came from the half-breeds throat as his back arched slightly as pleasure clashed with pain in his veins. He had a harder time holding the struggling Inuyasha down as his lips caught on a nipple.
He gripped Inuyasha’s manhood and slowly stroked it, feeling warm drops of pre fall over his fingers.
Inuyasha cried in protest, clear tears as salty as the sea fell down his cheeks and splattered on the floor.
He stuck his tongue into Inuyahsa’s hot mouth again, this time with more force, tasting him.
Miroku released Inuyasha’s wrists, knowing that he no longer had the strength to fight back as it was drained by an ocean of seething darkness of pain and pleasure entwining around his once bright soul. Inuyasha went limp, seemly giving up.
He backed up and started to undress, letting the damp shirt fall to the floor followed by his pants, leaving him completely uncovered in the dim light.
The skies darkened and rumbled throatily as the storm took back over, sealing the night in a shield of clouds. Lighting flashed, quicksilver tongues poking at the pregnant bellies of clouds in sensuous ways, tempting their release.
His skin was dripping with sweat.
He held onto Inuyasha’s waist with one hand, encircling it so he couldn’t escape if he somehow regained his feeble strength.
He could feel the heat of his body over his, seeping in like rain water, getting under his skin as the thick smell of male arousal hung in the air like jungle mists, fertile and damp.
Inuyasha made small noises like a wounded animal in the back of his throat, the fear in his golden eyes going unnoticed by the young monk as he felt his legs being forced apart, his body unable to comply with his minds screams to run, to move, to do anything but lay there.
Miroku pushed his hardened erection against the warmth of the hanyou’s rear for a moment before giving a hard shove.
A scream was torn out of Inuyasha’s throat as his back arched in pain, his claws digging at the floor, leaving deep ruts in the wood. He could feel every little bump, every wrinkle of skin as the hard head wormed its way into his guts.
His mouth tried to form words but the only thing that came forth was pain stricken sounds, his eyes begged Miroku to stop. This wasn’t like the young monk he had come to know as a friend.
Pain assaulted his already torn body, he drifted in and out of consciousness, clinging to the edge of light in desperation, not wanting to fall into the dark void that was hot on his heels waiting to devour him alive and suck he deeply in to nothingness were his body could rest.
He screamed again as something inside ripped with the hard thoughtless thrusts as he squirmed on the floor, his hands often pinned to it to the point his bones creaked under the pressure. Blood ran freely, covering the inside of his thighs and the floor equally in a pool of crimson as the wounds reopened.
His chest was barely able to hold enough air for his lungs as he screamed or whimpered in agony, everything became a blur of pain and heated lust.
The soft cries of pain reached only death ears.
------------------------------------------------------------------------ ---
Miroku woke to a pounding headache and a dim awareness he was completely naked, shivering slightly in the now cool air.
He reached about blindly for his clothes, his body complaining harshly with each move as his brain tried to sort out what had happened to no avail. His mind was shrouded in a thick fog.
He winced at the distant sound of a scream in his head, remnants of a horrible nightmare that would rob him of his sleep for days to come. It seemed so real, Inuyasha’s pained screams still echoed in his skull as he pulled his shirt on, slightly damp form the nights rain.
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“ Inuyasha?” he whispered, reaching out to see if he was awake. The bitter stench of blood hit like a hammer, even in the dim light he could see the bandages were all but soaked and his skin was deathly pale, his golden eyes tightly shut.
“ Inuyasha?”
The first thing that came to Inuyasha’s mind was he was hurt, badly. And cold. His golden eyes opened slightly, adjusting to the darkness quickly. His memories of the long night before came in a flood as if the dam had been burst, along with it came the pain. The horrible burring pain.
He cried out miserably and tried to curl up, his ribs screamed in agony at the move, his breath catching in his chest. The tears flowed down his face, mixing with the blood and semen that covered the floor and his body. He tried to force his aching protesting body up and collapsed.
A hand settled on his shoulder, he turned his eyes upwards to the owner.
An abrupt whimper came form his throat as he tried to crawl away and failed, his body no longer had the reserves to move. He lay there crying, a miserable ball of pain as his chest rose and fail erratically with the gulping breathes between whimpers and soft cries.
Miroku felt sick, the fear he saw in those once vibrant golden eyes ate away at him. Inuyahsa tried to crawl away at first; he evenly curled up into a ball and cried.
He could only stare, frozen in place by the weight of horrendous guilt that rooted him to the floor like nails.
He couldn’t have…there was no way he could have done that to his friend. There was no way.
Miroku reached out again, all but crawling himself to the hanyou who lay on the floor. He couldn’t help but to see how he actually cringed at his touch.
He snatched the fire rat kimono off the floor from were it lay and wrapped Inuyasha’s nude form in it, feeling him shiver under the warm pelt as he cradled him in his arms, resting his head on his shoulder as he slowly rocked Inuyasha as if he was a child.
“ I’m sorry…. I’m so sorry.. How could I have ever done anything like that?” he whispered, Inuyasha showed no sign he had heard him.
Miroku clung to him tightly, letting his own tears mingle with the half demons, running his hands through his matted mane and over his ears in a vain attempt to calm him.
He felt beyond sick, he was nauseas with grief for what he had done to his friend.
Could Inuyasha ever forgive him, could he ever forgive himself ?
-------------
Unknown to either of the inhabits, a small circle of silver and glass gleaned with a sinister light form high in the rafters. The dark surface brewed with a magical storm that swirled and shifted with a life of its own.
The lighting flashed, dancing off its ornate curves, flashing tiny ghosts of light and shadow off it for a brief moment before dying out.
------------------------------------------------------------------------ -
The rain slowly let up slightly before continuing its heavy assault, lashing the small huts slopping roof with gallons of rain that swept away the dark stain of the world and flushed it away so a new one could grow in its place, a cool dark green growth that would soon take its place and die and the seasons past and re grow over and over again as the world would.
Seeking to forever remove the sins of the world and wash them away but only breaching the surface, never touching the lonely darkness that bore silent to the working of everything and watched the world turn one more day and fester ever darker inside all living things.
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TBC
Roads to Ruins part two-Hurt