With Him by Leloi Of course the silver hair is much softer than I had anticipated.  Carefully I weight it in my hands, feeling the softness of each strand tickle my fingertips.  With a soft moan from my throat my fingers twist, catching the hair and forcing the owner’s head back, exposing his throat.  “Wake up, my dear Inuyasha,” I purr, pressing my lips delicately to the underside of the hanyou’s chin.  I feel his pulse against my lower lip.  A slight gasp and a seizing of his muscles indicate that he has finally come to.  Releasing his hair, I allow him to look at me.  “Did you have a nice nap?” The hanyou struggles with the knots I used to tie his wrists behind his back.  “You bastard,” is all he can say since his hands are caught and he can’t do anything to me. With an amused smile I capture his lips, forcing my tongue into his mouth.  His teeth bite me, drawing blood but I don’t mind.  Let him taste me before he dies… for he will die.  My orders are to kill him… but not before I take him in my arms.  He chokes on my blood, allowing me to take back my tongue.  “I’ll fuck you before I kill you.”  My words are tender and breathless against his smooth, fragrant skin as my fingertips lightly trace his jaw line.  The skin there is smooth, still very much like the boy I know he isn’t. Inuyasha squirms, trying to get away from my touch.  Oh, I want to possess him… to fill him, make him scream as I invade his body, claiming it as my own before my fingers rip into his chest and pull out his still beating heart.  I want to possess him completely and feel the last beats of his life in my hands.  I want his last moments of life to be filled by me.  I want… But another is here too. The monk stares at me defiantly with his oddly colored eyes.  No person I know has eyes that color.  A part of him may be foreign… or may be youkai.  I slide away from the hanyou and sit before the houshi, drawing a trembling finger from his bound wrists tied over his head down his chest, pausing to flick at one of his nipples.  “I’ll kill you too,” I whisper, staring into his dark blue eyes.  His eyes are defiant, like Inuyasha’s. I like when they look at me like that.  They try so hard to keep that look in their eyes as I force myself upon them.  Sure, you may look defiant, young monk… you’ll soon writhe in agony… I daresay I’m bigger now than when I was alive.  I’ll rip you apart as I enter you; hear you scream for mercy… for pity… for desire and longing… for love.  Why must they die? Why is the room so dark now? Where am I?  Didn’t I win?  Ah… No… I failed. Is this what it’s like to die?  I don’t remember what it was like the first time.  Please… I don’t want to think about my first death… it was horrible.  My wish on this Shikon no Kakera within me… I want to rest in peace… Inuyasha killed me… let me stay dead by his hand… end my suffering.  Let me have my memory of him.  My last moments of life… with him… forever… Please… Back to the Gallery