Mistake
Hello there. Back with another minific. x-posting not meant to be irritating.
Title: "Mistake
Author (or culprit): jenerik_brand (yo!)
Pairing: Miroku X Inuyasha
Rating: NC-17.
Warning: It's yaoi but it's also pretty angsty, which is more corrupting.
Wordcount: 853
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You say I’m a mistake. That’s what you always say. Funny thing is, I don’t mind the mistake. Well, I wouldn’t say funny. It’s not funny at all. I take it back. It’s pathetic. And I’m so willing to do it, again and again. As many times as you want, Miroku. All you have to do is say the word. Hell, just look my way.
I’m a willing mistake. Even more pathetic, and I don’t care.
I’m already dreaming of our next time while you turn your back to me and tie on your robes. Will you look at me, Miroku? Just once? Don’t move away when I reach for you. You only want me to touch you when you’re naked. And even then you won’t kiss. You just fuck.
Fuck and fuck and fuck. I’ll take whatever you give me. Up the ass, in the mouth, splattered all over my face. Whatever you give me, Miroku.
“This was wrong.” You stand up, wringing your staff like it’s my neck. “We have to stop doing this.” I stop because you’re already walking away. “Get dressed.”
When we’re together I feel so good. You feel so good. Your hands are warm and your mouth is hot. Your body shivers when I touch you. There’s that hitch in your voice when you come. For a few moments I’m actually happy. Happy- I didn’t know what that meant until our first time. That time I was sitting in the cave during the new moon. You brought the sake, and the rest…. I didn’t know a person could come so many times. Could feel so many different things, but most of all happy. That is, until you told me you didn’t mean for any of it to happen. That it was a mistake. I was a mistake.
A mistake that keeps happening. I make sure of it. It’s your fault, for looking so good. For making me wanna make the dirty side of you come out, the sick pervert everyone else slaps. I don’t slap you. I tell you to keep going. Don’t just tell me I’ve got a great body. Let me show it to you. Don’t just touch my ass- fuck it.
We keep making the same mistake. Even though you say your heart belongs to Sango, even though I am bound to Kagome. You and me, we can’t stop this thing. No matter how much you want to give me up, no matter how much you break my heart.
Yeah. Heart, Miroku. I dream of you. Taste you, live you, breath you. I look at you and I want to fall to my knees, beg you to love me the same way I love you.
So you just turn your back and go back to her. You’re takin’ me with you. You remember every moment, ever little thing, just like I do.
Does Sango know you make those funny little sounds when your cock’s sucked? Does she know you like having a finger up your ass when you’re having sex? Does she know about the hitch in your breath when your balls are being massaged? Being licked? How about your ass, Miroku? Does Sango know how worked up you get when your ass is licked for, oh, hours? How you cry like a girl and beg for a good, hard fucking? Does she have any idea what you really need?
Oh, we do so much to each other. With each other. For each other. I never say no. Never. I would do anything, everything with you. All I want, ever wanted was one thing.
You.
“Are you coming?” I can’t see you. You’re already deep in the foliage.
“Coming.” I already came. Again and again. I left myself in all that. Now it’s just something to wipe away and forget about. And I’m willing to let it be this way, because it is the only way I can be with you.
Kagome and Sango are on the other side of these trees, waving at us. Sango’s hiding this coy little smile behind a hand. She’s so pretty. I could pretend I don’t care, just look up at the clouds or watch a butterfly. But I can’t keep my eyes off of you.
You and Sango.
You come to her. Her smile’s so pretty. Her hair’s like silk. Her breasts heave and you open your arms to her. You hold her tight, close your eyes and rock her like you had just come out of a bad dream.
“What were you two doing out there?” She looks at me and I wonder if she’d believe the truth. Probably not. Who could? I can hardly believe it, sometimes.
Then you look at me. Look at me like you never touched me, never laid me down in that dirt, never had me right there, never watched me come, never came. “Nothing.” You just smile.
“Right.” And I smile back. “It was nothing.” Nothing to you. Everything to me. But I let it go, let you go… until the next time you want to make our little mistake.
Title: "Mistake
Author (or culprit): jenerik_brand (yo!)
Pairing: Miroku X Inuyasha
Rating: NC-17.
Warning: It's yaoi but it's also pretty angsty, which is more corrupting.
Wordcount: 853
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You say I’m a mistake. That’s what you always say. Funny thing is, I don’t mind the mistake. Well, I wouldn’t say funny. It’s not funny at all. I take it back. It’s pathetic. And I’m so willing to do it, again and again. As many times as you want, Miroku. All you have to do is say the word. Hell, just look my way.
I’m a willing mistake. Even more pathetic, and I don’t care.
I’m already dreaming of our next time while you turn your back to me and tie on your robes. Will you look at me, Miroku? Just once? Don’t move away when I reach for you. You only want me to touch you when you’re naked. And even then you won’t kiss. You just fuck.
Fuck and fuck and fuck. I’ll take whatever you give me. Up the ass, in the mouth, splattered all over my face. Whatever you give me, Miroku.
“This was wrong.” You stand up, wringing your staff like it’s my neck. “We have to stop doing this.” I stop because you’re already walking away. “Get dressed.”
When we’re together I feel so good. You feel so good. Your hands are warm and your mouth is hot. Your body shivers when I touch you. There’s that hitch in your voice when you come. For a few moments I’m actually happy. Happy- I didn’t know what that meant until our first time. That time I was sitting in the cave during the new moon. You brought the sake, and the rest…. I didn’t know a person could come so many times. Could feel so many different things, but most of all happy. That is, until you told me you didn’t mean for any of it to happen. That it was a mistake. I was a mistake.
A mistake that keeps happening. I make sure of it. It’s your fault, for looking so good. For making me wanna make the dirty side of you come out, the sick pervert everyone else slaps. I don’t slap you. I tell you to keep going. Don’t just tell me I’ve got a great body. Let me show it to you. Don’t just touch my ass- fuck it.
We keep making the same mistake. Even though you say your heart belongs to Sango, even though I am bound to Kagome. You and me, we can’t stop this thing. No matter how much you want to give me up, no matter how much you break my heart.
Yeah. Heart, Miroku. I dream of you. Taste you, live you, breath you. I look at you and I want to fall to my knees, beg you to love me the same way I love you.
So you just turn your back and go back to her. You’re takin’ me with you. You remember every moment, ever little thing, just like I do.
Does Sango know you make those funny little sounds when your cock’s sucked? Does she know you like having a finger up your ass when you’re having sex? Does she know about the hitch in your breath when your balls are being massaged? Being licked? How about your ass, Miroku? Does Sango know how worked up you get when your ass is licked for, oh, hours? How you cry like a girl and beg for a good, hard fucking? Does she have any idea what you really need?
Oh, we do so much to each other. With each other. For each other. I never say no. Never. I would do anything, everything with you. All I want, ever wanted was one thing.
You.
“Are you coming?” I can’t see you. You’re already deep in the foliage.
“Coming.” I already came. Again and again. I left myself in all that. Now it’s just something to wipe away and forget about. And I’m willing to let it be this way, because it is the only way I can be with you.
Kagome and Sango are on the other side of these trees, waving at us. Sango’s hiding this coy little smile behind a hand. She’s so pretty. I could pretend I don’t care, just look up at the clouds or watch a butterfly. But I can’t keep my eyes off of you.
You and Sango.
You come to her. Her smile’s so pretty. Her hair’s like silk. Her breasts heave and you open your arms to her. You hold her tight, close your eyes and rock her like you had just come out of a bad dream.
“What were you two doing out there?” She looks at me and I wonder if she’d believe the truth. Probably not. Who could? I can hardly believe it, sometimes.
Then you look at me. Look at me like you never touched me, never laid me down in that dirt, never had me right there, never watched me come, never came. “Nothing.” You just smile.
“Right.” And I smile back. “It was nothing.” Nothing to you. Everything to me. But I let it go, let you go… until the next time you want to make our little mistake.