InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Roads to Ruin ❯ In What Dreams May Lie ( Chapter 5 )

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In What Dreams May Lie

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Roads to Ruins part 5

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He was so soft under his hand, the long strands of silver like liquid as he ran his hands through it, feeling the lovely half-breed jerk slightly.

His soft ears moved, catching the gentle chime of metal rings and whispered words.

Miroku slipped a hand under the damp fire rat pelt, the other forcefully pinning both hands down to the fresh green earth, feeling the rapid raise and fall of Inuyasha’s chest as he squirmed slightly, trying to break free of the grip.

His mouth forming words that fell on death ears and soft moans that he tried to keep back as a trail of hot kisses were led down his now exposed collarbone and throat. He wriggled and groaned before falling silent.

Hot breath washed over his ear as the young monk shifted slightly, his tongue tracing the soft outside of the ear, feeling its owner tremble.

Miroku smiled softly, knowing he would respond eventually, even if didn’t want to.

Inuyasha went limp under the monk, feeling his hand pull the fire rat pelt from his chest, trapping his shoulders to the ground. He shuddered slightly at the unwanted sensations that washed over his mind.
His breath froze in his chest as Miroku bent his head, his soft lips planting feathery kisses over his exposed chest, taking a nipple between his teeth and gently biting on it gently, enjoying the loud gasp from Inuyasha’s parted lips.

Thin trials of sweat fell down his naked chest as he tried to free himself to no avail. He wanted to push the monk off but his body would not respond to his mind’s desperate screams.

His back arched and choked cry was ripped from his throat as a warm hand gripped his limp cock through the pelt, slipping down the band so they were easily pulled off and discarded.

Inuyasha whimpered and tried to move away, pulling his legs closed, his eyes wide with fear.
He shrunk under the heated gaze of the monk.

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Miroku easily captured Inuyasha’s wrists and pinned them to the earth with one hand, the other freeing the ties to his own clothing, and binding Inuyasha’s hands tightly above his head before letting his own clothing fall to the ground in a soft pool of martial.

Inyuasha managed to flip himself over, the grass wet beneath him, his teeth frantically working at the tight knot in the binds as he felt a shadow fall over him, a pair of warm smooth hands captured his waist.
He fought back with what little strength he had left, twisting and wriggling under the monk.

“ You…don’t need to struggle Inu… It‘s …best if… you don’t.” he whispered into an ear, trapping the youth beneath him. Inuyasha gave no indication he heard the soft words and continued to struggle like a trapped wild cat.

Miroku had to press him to the ground, using his own body to weigh him down as the struggles subsided.
Inuyasha growled and got his legs under him as something warm and hard was pressed against his rear.
Miroku tangled his hand into the long silver locks, pulling the hanyou’s head back. Even now Inuyasha tried to fight back, trying to get out form underneath him. He yelped as few tears fell from tightly closed eyes.

He gritted his teeth as his hard member rubbed against the soft white round buttocks; if he kept struggling like that…it would only make it harder on them both.

Using his weight he pinned the struggling half-breed down, his chest pressed firmly into Inuyasha’s back.
It was becoming rather frustrating now.

He didn’t need to keep struggling under him like that; all he had to do was give in. Just give in.
With one rough shove he slammed his hips into Inuyahsa’s, hearing a pained scream follow as half his length was forced into the tight ring, tearing as it went.

Inuyasha struggled with renewed strength, trying to get the monk off his back as pain shot up his hips; his breath came in ragged gasps.

Miroku heard none of it. All he felt was the tight heat around his straining member. He nipped playfully at the hanyou’s shoulders as he slowly started to rock his hips into Inuyasha’s, who by now had eased the struggle, laying limply under his captor, wetting the ground with unseen tears of pain and betrayal.

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Miruko awoke with a start, feeling the hot, stale air fill his lungs as he jerked awake. His eyes darted around the small room filled to the brim with people. Most of which were busy drinking or pestering the bar wenches.

His hand flew to his chest as his heart raced beneath the casing of bone and flesh.

It had been a dream..no a nightmare.

One that forced him to relive the awful moments of a few days ago, one he was hoping to forget but instead haunted him like a vengeful ghost.

He leaned heavily on the old worn table, feeling the rough broken surface in the lazy darkness of the tavern.

Only the pale, washed out light coming from oil lamps in tarnished, brass wall scones and the small fire roaring cheerfully in the ancient stone fireplace broke up the suffocating mass of shadows and darkness were people milled around the tables and bar.

The air, though warm, was filled with the smell of stale, sweating beer, bodies and smoke. Voices echoed off the walls covered in the heads and hides of all kinds of beasts, both mundane and unnatural. Their empty, glass eyes stared in the dark viod that hunted the world, watching the pale ghosts of remorse and painful memories drift to and fro on unfelt winds.

He shivered in the warm air, feeling unwell and sickened at the same time. He ran a hand over his weary face, trying to shake the last shards of the nightmare off.

He raised his head to look out into the milling crowd of humans that gathered like carrion flies to a rotting corpse left in the summer roads. They clustered around, their voices mingling and mixing so no single one could be picked out.

It was a refuge of sorts, a place to leave the dreams and nightmares of the world behind, to lose yourself in the moment and stay until the sun rose and enticed you back out in the wide world.

He had to go back sooner or later, and face the others.

He had to face Inuyasha. And he did not look forward to it.

His arms still carried a vivid and painful reminder of what he was. How long had it taken for it to sink into his mind that the hanyou he had looked to be friend had sunken his fangs into his arm several times out of self-defense, from him?

He slumped slightly.

The half breed was his companion yet he had violated him in the worse possible way.

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