This chapter is dedicated solely to Rin, with my love. She knows why. Rinchan, thank you for all your help. You're the best hubby I could have asked for. *snugkissu*

To everyone else: This will be the last chapter of Silent Laughter. (even with the bit of 'foreshadowing' that I put in the middle of it. Stories never -really- end after all.) For what is, essentially, a PWP, it's gotten quite long... and it's time to end it, before you all realize that it lacks a plot! (Though I am planning an epilogue of sorts for this. I'm not -completely- evil) Thank you all -so- much for being so encouraging! I'm ecstatic that you all like this fic, and I hope that you will enjoy my other FluffyxMirochan fic, Possession - which will most definitely be longer and more complicated.

Special thanks to all who beta read and encouraged me to continue this, including Rin, Nuriko, Mitsu, and Xintriel. And 'Thena, for sticking up for me and encouraging me, even as she told me how on crack and wrong I was for even contemplating this pairing. She's my hero for supporting me, though I know she'll never read this. You guys rock so much. ^^

I think I was shaking, just slightly, as I pulled away from the kiss. I could feel Naraku's presence, his eyes watching our every move. I studied Miroku, frowning just slightly. I had never seen him so nervous. I wasn't sure if that alarmed or disappointed me. He looked quite vulnerable, shivering as he tried not to lean into me.

I brought my hands between us, supporting him with my tail. Clasped his hands in mine, noting how chilled they were. I wondered if it was a good thing for humans to be so cold. Given how miserable he was looking, I doubted it. I lowered my head to those hands, breathed on them, letting my lips ghost over the icy fingers, drawing them just barely into my mouth to nibble on the tips.

He sighed, and I raised my head to look at him again. Some of the wariness had disappeared from his eyes, but not all. I lowered our hands between us, to rest on the ties to my robe.

I could see Naraku. Vaguely transparent, almost certainly invisible to the monk, he was hovering behind Miroku with a small, smug, self-satisfied smile on his face as he watched us. I wanted nothing more to rip the bastard's throat out.

I had tried. Perhaps the same stupidity that had my brother in thrall was infecting me. I had leapt at Naraku, snarling. Hardly myself. It was a distant shock to behave like that, and I turned the reasons for it over in my mind, not understanding my own reaction.

Of course, Naraku himself wasn't there. He never was. I was dealing with just another representation of him. It had been quite humiliating. I both lost my composure and made a pointless attack.

I couldn't believe I was participating in his sick game. It went against every instinct I had. I would have preferred to forget the human, to ignore what I considered a shameful act. Naraku, however, had put me at a tactical disadvantage. It was either play along for the moment, or risk many things I valued.

Suddenly, I realized that my hands had paused, still cupped over the monk's and they were trembling. He, as if resolving his internal conflict, moved his fingers under mine, slowly undoing the ties. He was watching me, his lower lip caught in his teeth awkwardly as he loosened my clothing.

His lips had turned a decidedly odd shade of purplish-blue. I leaned closer, to run my tongue along the top one, letting him slide the robe off of me. I caught it before it could fall all the way off and brought it around, wrapped it around his shoulders, slipped my arms around his waist. His hands slid down my chest, to my hips, his fingertips just barely slipping into the waist of my pants.

I was kissing him again, and I could feel our bodies melting together. He was finally warming up slightly; his tremors were much less violent, and some of the tension was draining out of his muscles.

His hands were moving, sliding farther down my body, inside my remaining clothes. I caught a glimpse of Naraku, watching in lazy fascination as my lips slid down to the monk's neck.

I closed my eyes, shutting out the other youkai's presence, as I reached up to Miroku's chest, found the sensitive flesh there. He made a muffled sound, his hands tightening on me, arms drawing me slightly closer.

I stepped back, out of the human's hungry reach, licking my lips almost meditatively. Naraku had come closer - practically pressed up against the human. Miroku did not seem to notice the other youkai's presence; his only reaction to Naraku's transparent caresses were slight shivers. My eyes narrowed as I loosened the tie of my pants, letting them slide over my hips to the ground. Stepping out of them, I tried not to glare at Naraku as he ran his lips over the monk's ear, one hand slipping inside the robe that hung loosely on his body.

I sunk to the ground, holding a hand out, beckoning the human to join me. He hesitated a scant second, than took it, pulling out of the unfelt embrace of Naraku and dropping to the ground next to me, leaning in to press his mouth to mine. Sliding his arms around my neck, he leaned in to me, kissing me now in an almost aggressive manner. I could vaguely see what looked almost like a pout cross Naraku's face as the other youkai circled us, settling down behind me to pull his clawed fingertips lightly through my hair. I closed my eyes briefly, focusing once again on the human in my arms.

He was trying to take control from me, just like last time. His hands had moved, tightened on my shoulders, attempting to guide me down to the ground.

This time, however, it had to be different. I brought my hands to his wrists, gently but firmly reversing our positions, pushing him down, pinning his wrists above his head with one hand.

He twisted in my grip, looking up at me in surprise and perhaps a touch of something between anger and fear, as my free hand slid under his slightly struggling body, adjusting it fit comfortably under mine. I lowered my head, so that my lips just touched his ear, shushed him.

He stilled quickly, and I loosened my grip on his wrists, letting my fingers trail down the softness of his chest, scratching lightly; just barely enough to tickle.

I watched him twist underneath me, eyes half-closed, but still watching my every move. I let my mouth follow my hands, teasing his sensitive flesh with tongue and the occasional scrape of my teeth. I smiled in satisfaction when he let out a startled moan.

Hands reached around me, sliding down my chest and my stomach. I started slightly, feeling the slight weight pressing against my body. Naraku, it seemed was not content to simply watch the proceedings.

I shuddered, trying wildly to focus on the human beneath me, instead of the hands stroking me, dipping dangerously low. I let my mouth wander lower, nibbling my way across his stomach, sliding my hands under him.

Naraku's hands left me for a moment, and I sighed in relief. I trailed my fingers lower on the monk's body. He tensed, a strangled moan working past his lips as his hands reached up to tangle in my hair. My lips ghosted downwards, following my fingertips, and I smiled as he writhed, whimpering faintly.

Fingers, slick with something that I didn't care to think about wrapped around me and massaged gently, severely decreasing my capability for rational thought. Damn Naraku. I sat up, trying not to lean into the other youkai. Miroku stared at me with half-closed eyes, letting his hands fall to his sides. His lower lip was just barely caught between his teeth.

In a haze, I slid my hands down, pulling his legs up and apart, easing myself into his body, and leaning down to press my mouth to Miroku's. I froze as I felt Naraku press against me, shuddering as he entered me.

The slight movement of Miroku's hips was enough to drive me insane. I slid between the two of them, shuddering, burying my face in the monk's shoulder. Naraku moved at a maddeningly slow pace.

I lost self-control what seemed like hours later, but was surely only minutes, quite shortly after Miroku shuddered in my arms, crying out. I collapsed on the human, trembling, only half-aware of the other youkai, still moving against me, leaning up to nip at my ear as he thrust into me one last time, his hair ghosting along my skin and making me shiver.

Naraku pulled away after a moment, pulling his clothes on with a low chuckle, tossing a pile which took me a second to identify as Miroku's clothing. I watched him as he surveyed us, smiling in satisfaction.

"Until next time?" He flickered and disappeared before I could do anything but glare at him wearily. I sat up, looking down at Miroku. He was sleeping. I wrapped the robe that still hung from his arms more securely around him, draped his own clothing over his bare legs.

I leaned down to kiss him one last time, then turned away to put on what was left of my clothes. I picked up my armor, and spared him one last glance, watching him as he slept.

My involvement with him was dangerous. It gave Naraku and any other youkai who might wish to challenge me power over me. To be with him... too dangerous for both of us. And of course... he was a human, and to fall in love with a human was one of the biggest mistakes a youkai could make.

It was inevitable. I wouldn't see him again.