Title: Stars Are Watching
Title: Stars Are Watching
Pairing: Inuyasha/Miroku
Warnings: unbeta’d, angsty smex
Rating: xxx
Summary: They have sex. What a plot!
WordCount: 485
A/N: For
talonsage
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I do not understand what it is. I am full off hollow, babbling and shivering, attached to these sensations as he holds me down. “Hold still.”
I can not. Can not. His hand stirs me. I turn with it, I shoot up and find him, take his face in my hands, and… and… and…
“Hold still.”
“Inuyasha!” He tortures me. Torture me in the dead of night when only trees and stars can bear silent witness. “Let me touch you.”
“You do that enough.” My hands are pinned over my head. His mouth moves over me. I am his prey. He makes his way down. He devours as I lay here writhing, helpless. Stars turn over my head- voyeurs in an eternal night who will keep this image in their memory long after I am nothing.
I am nothing, nothing but feeling under Inuyasha. He makes me feel- just feel. No words, no movement, nothing is allowed but pure feeling. Oh, why? Why does he do this to me?
He says it is to keep me in check. But it can not be. I only become hungrier. “Please…” His head moves between my legs and I hitch my feet on his shoulders. Fingers dig into the dirt. The breeze licks my skin. A cool breeze is nothing after a hot tongue finds all your secrets. And he does. I can not hide. Can not hide. “How do you always know?”
He looks into my eyes and smiles as he tips my hips. There is no language in ecstasy. Only the stars exploding overhead. “Shut up.”
He makes me this way with his mouth. Makes me a sobbing, begging mess. Tears and prayers, curses and spit- they are all the same. When he sits up and presses against me I nod. I need him. Need him there above me- make me, break me, take the pieces and throw them up into the stars.
“You love this, don't you?” He looks so beautiful above me. He feels- He feels so hard and slick. His hands are rough. His breathing is hitched.
“Fuck me.”
Oh- oh it’s always so painful. His pain is mine. He can not deny me when He takes me. All that pain is translated into this. Now we share each other’s secrets. Our hands link and the night watches. He moves, he cries, he falls apart. Over and over. “Oh shit, Miroku.” He can not stop, He can not control himself.
Neither can I.
There is no art or poetry to our movement. We fumble and jerk. There is only feeling. The feeling we will die, and we will. We will. At least we really lived in these moments. Oh, Inuyasha. I'm so alive. So alive-
“Miroku!” He arches his back and the stars watch him fall apart.
I’m following him. Oh, Inuyasha… Oh, Inuyasha… The stars are watching us. They are watching…
Pairing: Inuyasha/Miroku
Warnings: unbeta’d, angsty smex
Rating: xxx
Summary: They have sex. What a plot!
WordCount: 485
A/N: For
talonsage
++
I do not understand what it is. I am full off hollow, babbling and shivering, attached to these sensations as he holds me down. “Hold still.”
I can not. Can not. His hand stirs me. I turn with it, I shoot up and find him, take his face in my hands, and… and… and…
“Hold still.”
“Inuyasha!” He tortures me. Torture me in the dead of night when only trees and stars can bear silent witness. “Let me touch you.”
“You do that enough.” My hands are pinned over my head. His mouth moves over me. I am his prey. He makes his way down. He devours as I lay here writhing, helpless. Stars turn over my head- voyeurs in an eternal night who will keep this image in their memory long after I am nothing.
I am nothing, nothing but feeling under Inuyasha. He makes me feel- just feel. No words, no movement, nothing is allowed but pure feeling. Oh, why? Why does he do this to me?
He says it is to keep me in check. But it can not be. I only become hungrier. “Please…” His head moves between my legs and I hitch my feet on his shoulders. Fingers dig into the dirt. The breeze licks my skin. A cool breeze is nothing after a hot tongue finds all your secrets. And he does. I can not hide. Can not hide. “How do you always know?”
He looks into my eyes and smiles as he tips my hips. There is no language in ecstasy. Only the stars exploding overhead. “Shut up.”
He makes me this way with his mouth. Makes me a sobbing, begging mess. Tears and prayers, curses and spit- they are all the same. When he sits up and presses against me I nod. I need him. Need him there above me- make me, break me, take the pieces and throw them up into the stars.
“You love this, don't you?” He looks so beautiful above me. He feels- He feels so hard and slick. His hands are rough. His breathing is hitched.
“Fuck me.”
Oh- oh it’s always so painful. His pain is mine. He can not deny me when He takes me. All that pain is translated into this. Now we share each other’s secrets. Our hands link and the night watches. He moves, he cries, he falls apart. Over and over. “Oh shit, Miroku.” He can not stop, He can not control himself.
Neither can I.
There is no art or poetry to our movement. We fumble and jerk. There is only feeling. The feeling we will die, and we will. We will. At least we really lived in these moments. Oh, Inuyasha. I'm so alive. So alive-
“Miroku!” He arches his back and the stars watch him fall apart.
I’m following him. Oh, Inuyasha… Oh, Inuyasha… The stars are watching us. They are watching…