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[Jul. 31st, 2007|11:46 am]


This community looks really dead. ;_; So sad! I love Inuyasha yaoi so I thought I'd post an Inuyasha Yaoi ficlet I wrote awhile ago.

Title: Kidnapped
Rating: M
Pairing: Naruku/Miroku
Word Count: 300
Warning: Non con.
Disclaimer: I do not own the series or these characters. Rumiko Takahashi does and I hate her for it.

Moans from the building pleasure; Moans from the pain; Moans of despair over knowing he was doing this with him fell from his lips; the young monk wishing he was anywhere but there. He had only wanted to get away from his friends for a little while; this being the exact reason he decided to take a walk. All he wanted was a few minutes to himself and what did he end up with? Being captured by Naraku, and then raped by him, but judging by the way he was withering around on the ground under the powerful demon, could you really call it rape?

The demon sped up, now hitting his prostate with every thrust; this causing the moans of pleasure to become mixed with the moans of pain and the moans of despair to slowly fade away.

He was only vaguely aware of the small puddle of blood that started forming around him once Naraku finally pulled out of him; this caused by his kidnapper entering with out any preparation what-so-ever. A pitiful whimper that sounded odd coming from the usual somewhat arrogant monk came from him, Miroku fully aware that Naraku had him left with a rather big problem.

Watching the once proud monk wither on the ground like a whore as his left hand slowly snaked down to stroke his painful erection did nothing to quell his desires. Resisting the urge to take him again, he yanked his hand away from his manhood once he was sure that he was just about to release; absolutely loving the groan of annoyance this action caused the monk to let out.

Bounding his hands behind his back, he left him there; naked, withering on the ground, while still nursing that painful erection. He didn’t have to leave him, but causing the monk even more pain then he had already caused him was rather enjoyable. Chuckling, Naraku didn’t return to the place he had taken the kidnapped monk until about two hours later, somewhat pleased when he found Miroku fast asleep, crying in his sleep.