InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Wounded Souls ❯ Wounded Souls ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: SilverGodFanGirl 
Both Inuyasha and Miroku seek out something more important that love, more important than sex: Acceptance. Validation. Understanding. The answers are in the most unlikely of places...
Written for a giftfic on LiveJournal, for an amazing writer. I sacrificed my het-writing soul to attempt to appease her in any way possible! XD
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.13.2009 | Updated On: 07.14.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 587 | Visits: 871 | Status: Completed
Both Inuyasha and Miroku seek out something more important that love, more important than sex: Acceptance. Validation. Understanding. The answers are in the most unlikely of places...
Written for a giftfic on LiveJournal, for an amazing writer. I sacrificed my het-writing soul to attempt to appease her in any way possible! XD
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 07.13.2009 | Updated On: 07.14.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 587 | Visits: 871 | Status: Completed
May the night hide all my indiscretions...
May the stars above light whatever path I may take...
May the light of the morning sun cleanse my soul of the trespasses the night concealed...
It is amazing how one tortured soul can heal another.
Bodies slid along each other, every muscle taut with heavenly tension, slick with the proof of exertion. Mouths grappled for dominance, neither truly wanting it; it was enough to exist in the moment, a couple of rejected hearts drowning their sorrows in another's being. The gritty earth that held fast to every crevice of their writhing bodies was ignored, merely adding to the sensory overload each was experiencing. A now-human hanyou's nails memorized a path down a houshi's back, while a silk-clad hand wove its way into long ebony tresses, gently tugging until he received an ecstatic gasp.
The shadows of the night hid the satisfied grin both wore.
The blame of the moonless night, for being slave to his temporary human emotions sat lodged in his throat, an uncomfortable lump that the houshi was seemingly attempting to rid him of, his tongue laving the hanyou's jugular moments before teeth scraped their way to his clavicle. Even as he took Miroku's bottom lip gently between his teeth, he knew it was a lie. He needed this. He needed the hot breath panting against his body, the release of all the pressures his soul and body were burdened with, the knowledge that this was simply for them. There would be no competition for his heart in the morning because of tonight, no choices he would be compelled to make, no broken hearts he would be responsible for. If only for the night, he would be loved with no strings attached.
Every attempt to validate what he was doing was rejected by his usually reasonable mind... I am a servant of Buddha; it is our responsibility to ease the suffering of others... I am a lecher, and will accept it in any form in which it is presented to me... nothing. 'Nothing' was his reasoning. There was no reason he was currently basking in the ministrations of teeth and nails and tongue upon his skin, the gratifying gasps of pleasure he elicited from the dark-haired hanyou as he tortured his skin with nips and fervent strokes of his tongue, making his way down ridges of firm abdominal muscles to make wet circles around his navel. No, he did this solely for pleasure; their pleasure.
With Sango, there was judging. Always he was attempting to validate himself, defending his actions or apologizing for them. No excuses were necessary for why he allowed himself to be pushed onto his back, the comfortable weight of another as needy as he was shaking from the strain of self-control atop him, why he craved the fiery mouth that lavished attention on his stomach to lavish him just a bit lower. He was free to want, free to give, no explanations. No judging.
In the moment of their joining, they had found the escape and acceptance both hungered for, a craving that had gone unnoticed by all but those who suffered in like. Two battered souls celebrated each other for what they truly were, and with the first rays of the morning sun, they greeted the day with the first honest smiles they could remember in a long time.
May the stars above light whatever path I may take...
May the light of the morning sun cleanse my soul of the trespasses the night concealed...
It is amazing how one tortured soul can heal another.
Bodies slid along each other, every muscle taut with heavenly tension, slick with the proof of exertion. Mouths grappled for dominance, neither truly wanting it; it was enough to exist in the moment, a couple of rejected hearts drowning their sorrows in another's being. The gritty earth that held fast to every crevice of their writhing bodies was ignored, merely adding to the sensory overload each was experiencing. A now-human hanyou's nails memorized a path down a houshi's back, while a silk-clad hand wove its way into long ebony tresses, gently tugging until he received an ecstatic gasp.
The shadows of the night hid the satisfied grin both wore.
The blame of the moonless night, for being slave to his temporary human emotions sat lodged in his throat, an uncomfortable lump that the houshi was seemingly attempting to rid him of, his tongue laving the hanyou's jugular moments before teeth scraped their way to his clavicle. Even as he took Miroku's bottom lip gently between his teeth, he knew it was a lie. He needed this. He needed the hot breath panting against his body, the release of all the pressures his soul and body were burdened with, the knowledge that this was simply for them. There would be no competition for his heart in the morning because of tonight, no choices he would be compelled to make, no broken hearts he would be responsible for. If only for the night, he would be loved with no strings attached.
Every attempt to validate what he was doing was rejected by his usually reasonable mind... I am a servant of Buddha; it is our responsibility to ease the suffering of others... I am a lecher, and will accept it in any form in which it is presented to me... nothing. 'Nothing' was his reasoning. There was no reason he was currently basking in the ministrations of teeth and nails and tongue upon his skin, the gratifying gasps of pleasure he elicited from the dark-haired hanyou as he tortured his skin with nips and fervent strokes of his tongue, making his way down ridges of firm abdominal muscles to make wet circles around his navel. No, he did this solely for pleasure; their pleasure.
With Sango, there was judging. Always he was attempting to validate himself, defending his actions or apologizing for them. No excuses were necessary for why he allowed himself to be pushed onto his back, the comfortable weight of another as needy as he was shaking from the strain of self-control atop him, why he craved the fiery mouth that lavished attention on his stomach to lavish him just a bit lower. He was free to want, free to give, no explanations. No judging.
In the moment of their joining, they had found the escape and acceptance both hungered for, a craving that had gone unnoticed by all but those who suffered in like. Two battered souls celebrated each other for what they truly were, and with the first rays of the morning sun, they greeted the day with the first honest smiles they could remember in a long time.