Captive
Rating: R an' above
Word Count: 300 on the dot
Pairing: nonconsenual NarakuXMiroku (yeah, I was in a mood)

His screams were muffled- the gag tore at the corners of his mouth and muted the frigthened and angered sounds. Naraku smiled to himself. Why hadn't he done this sooner? With the boy's father even?

The grandfather had been amusing, years ago. Naraku had disguised himself until the point of climax, then basked in the shock and realization that spread through the young monk's body. Then he'd ripped the Kazaana in the human's hand, he noted with pride, forever interlacinf the family's destiny with his own.

Furious tears crisscrossed paths down the monk's blushing cheeks, blue eyes shimmering with hatred. It only made the demon harder.

"Houshi. . ." he cooed, "You're better off here to play with me. You'd never find anyone to bear your heir anyway." The demon teased the monk's buttocks with a clawed finger, and Miroku squirmed uncomfortably. Naraku smiled, remembering why he'd never gone after Miroku's father.

"Besides, I don't think you'd want to. . . you seem to gaze alot more fondly at men than women."

The monk's eyes widened in alarm, and Naraku grinned even wider. "I think you've only ever wanted a man to touch this."

Miroku bucked fearfully as the demon wrapped skilled fingers around his shaft. "Do not worry, Houshi, I will be gentle."

Softly, he started to suckle at it, taking every precaution to make it as good for the human as possible. Soon, the monk's terrified cries turned to muffled moans of pleasure.

Naraku grinned as the monk came in his mouth, licking the seed from the tip as the monk started to cry harder. 'It might be fun to make you love me, little monk. What would your friends think of that?' Deftly, he untied the gag, and enveloped Miroku in a sweet, salty kiss, that the human slowly gave in to. 'Hmmph. I win.'





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