Title: the Pretender
Title: the Pretender
Pairing: Miroku/Inuyasha
Warnings: Mutual masturbation, oral sex, angst, unbeta'd
Summary: Miroku thinks he is the one pretending.
WordCount: 607
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Lovers will always pretend. I will always say what you want to hear. What you need to believe in that moment. These are crimes of the heart. Crimes a lover will let go unpunished.
A secret pain.
“You’re special,” I breathe into your ear. “What you do to me…” I touch you, find you, make you believe when I look in your eyes and smile. Let me lie to you, let me make you believe for a moment.
Look at me, Inuyasha. That’s right. I’m your solace. I can give you relief for a moment. Just believe me for these few moments. Pretend with me.
Pretend.
“Take off your clothes.” I kiss you. “Let me see you.” Become unguarded. Defenseless as I take you over. Let me touch every part of you and know your deepest secrets.
The ones you will let me know, at least.
“Just this once, Miroku.” Your face is flush. “We shouldn’t do this anymore.” You glare as you show yourself: Hard, and beautiful. Most of all- vulnerable. “What’re you waiting for? Ain’t this what you wanted?” You sound so tough and tender all at once.
“Oh, yes.” You need me, want me, depend on me. So I get on my knees. Here is where I can reassure you. “You are amazing.” Then I take you in my mouth.
Hesitate? You? Oh, you do. You can move. I do not mind. You can use your hands and urge me, control the rhythm. You know I do not mind. Not at all. I like it, Inuyasha. I want you to do it. I want you to.
“Oh…. Oh…”
You need me to do it, though. To grab your ass, to move, to make you. No. But you will not come now. I am not going to let you go so easily. “Inuyasha.” Come down here. A pull at your arm is all it takes. Kneel with me- yes. I press against you. “I love you.”
“Whatever.” You believe it.
When you move against me I believe it, too.
We stare at each other, grunting, wanting to make something, to be something in this moment. Something meaningful, something that will last. But this feeling is only death nipping at our heels. We only want to pretend we do not know it. That we are in love.
For this moment, for you, I am. I am. “Inuyasha.” Make me feel it. Make me fall in love. That’s right. Take a hold with me. Kiss me. Move with me.
Love me like I love you. For just a moment. For a moment…. “Yeah… Oh, fuck, Miroku. Yea. So right. So fucking right.”
It is right. It is right. “I love you.”
“Shut up.”
“I LOVE YOU!” I can not stop.
“Shut UP!” You dig your claws so deep into my back I do not even realize I am beginning to come.
But I am. And I believe. I believe. Oh, gods I love you. I do. Then you believe, too. Crying, shivering, staring back at me with wide eyes. Our come mixes as we press ourselves together in one last kiss.
Inuyasha, we are done with make believe. I pull away and we do not look each other in the eye. We untangle and become strangers to this moment. We ignore all evidence and put on our clothes as if we were alone. As if we never touched each other in those secret places inside. As if those places are unreachable, nonexistent.
We are done pretending. The crime is committed, is done. Please do not hold it against me, Inuyasha. Please do not hate me for it.
Pairing: Miroku/Inuyasha
Warnings: Mutual masturbation, oral sex, angst, unbeta'd
Summary: Miroku thinks he is the one pretending.
WordCount: 607
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Lovers will always pretend. I will always say what you want to hear. What you need to believe in that moment. These are crimes of the heart. Crimes a lover will let go unpunished.
A secret pain.
“You’re special,” I breathe into your ear. “What you do to me…” I touch you, find you, make you believe when I look in your eyes and smile. Let me lie to you, let me make you believe for a moment.
Look at me, Inuyasha. That’s right. I’m your solace. I can give you relief for a moment. Just believe me for these few moments. Pretend with me.
Pretend.
“Take off your clothes.” I kiss you. “Let me see you.” Become unguarded. Defenseless as I take you over. Let me touch every part of you and know your deepest secrets.
The ones you will let me know, at least.
“Just this once, Miroku.” Your face is flush. “We shouldn’t do this anymore.” You glare as you show yourself: Hard, and beautiful. Most of all- vulnerable. “What’re you waiting for? Ain’t this what you wanted?” You sound so tough and tender all at once.
“Oh, yes.” You need me, want me, depend on me. So I get on my knees. Here is where I can reassure you. “You are amazing.” Then I take you in my mouth.
Hesitate? You? Oh, you do. You can move. I do not mind. You can use your hands and urge me, control the rhythm. You know I do not mind. Not at all. I like it, Inuyasha. I want you to do it. I want you to.
“Oh…. Oh…”
You need me to do it, though. To grab your ass, to move, to make you. No. But you will not come now. I am not going to let you go so easily. “Inuyasha.” Come down here. A pull at your arm is all it takes. Kneel with me- yes. I press against you. “I love you.”
“Whatever.” You believe it.
When you move against me I believe it, too.
We stare at each other, grunting, wanting to make something, to be something in this moment. Something meaningful, something that will last. But this feeling is only death nipping at our heels. We only want to pretend we do not know it. That we are in love.
For this moment, for you, I am. I am. “Inuyasha.” Make me feel it. Make me fall in love. That’s right. Take a hold with me. Kiss me. Move with me.
Love me like I love you. For just a moment. For a moment…. “Yeah… Oh, fuck, Miroku. Yea. So right. So fucking right.”
It is right. It is right. “I love you.”
“Shut up.”
“I LOVE YOU!” I can not stop.
“Shut UP!” You dig your claws so deep into my back I do not even realize I am beginning to come.
But I am. And I believe. I believe. Oh, gods I love you. I do. Then you believe, too. Crying, shivering, staring back at me with wide eyes. Our come mixes as we press ourselves together in one last kiss.
Inuyasha, we are done with make believe. I pull away and we do not look each other in the eye. We untangle and become strangers to this moment. We ignore all evidence and put on our clothes as if we were alone. As if we never touched each other in those secret places inside. As if those places are unreachable, nonexistent.
We are done pretending. The crime is committed, is done. Please do not hold it against me, Inuyasha. Please do not hate me for it.