The Price
Rating: PG
Word Count: 300
Pairing: (aaaaack!) Naraku/Miroku

"Name your price." The monk stated, defeated. There was not much he could do now to help his captured friends, as he had beeen stripped of his staff and wards. He was now virtually powerless against Naraku. There was no was he could formulate some sort of rescue without cutting some deal.

Naraku's lip curled into a sneer, gazing down at the monk in amusement. "My price, Houshi? How vague. What if I asked for stray notes of music, dancing on the breeze? Or the all seeing eye of an infant?" He leered at the monk, taking his slight shivering form in with his hungry gaze. The monk's body did look like a treat to be devoured, what with his kimono clinging so tightly to his skin.

Miroku shifted uncomfortably. "Ask for anything you want, demon. My life is yours already." He glared, motioning angrily to his hand. Naraku cackled at that.

"Yes, I suppose it is. But what do I need your life for? I would rather have something more meaningful. . . what about your heart?"

The monk stiffened, gazing up at the most powerful of demons. "If you want me dead, so be it." Ripping open his kimono, Naraku could have gasped at the sight of the monk's milky pale flesh decorated with a slight pink rosebud of a nipple.

The monk didn't see Naraku come to the ground, or hear him walk over. But he knew instantly, when the demon's ice cold hand touched his chest, that he was there. He stared up into those dark eyes, uncomprehending.

"No Houshi. Not your heart like that." Naraku smiled, fangs flashing. Sudden horror dawned on Miroku, as he realized the demon's meaning. Naraku grinned, knowing he won.

"I want your utter devotion."

Miroku's eyes clouded over, giving in to Naraku's spell.



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