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Poison
By : Xakana
Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male
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Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.
Chapter List
- 9
- 10
Disclaimer: I think it will be very clear very shortly that I am in no way the proprietor of this series, but if it�s not, then know that I don�t own the characters or the world. One day some world may be mine, but not this one.
Rating: NC-17

Genre: YAOI, angst, substance abuse

Codes: Mir/San, Mir/Sess
Notes: And the finale�
Poison Chapter 10
Miroku awoke the next morning with Sango lying on his chest, her warm breath blowing against his neck and he hugged her close on impulse. She groaned and opened her eyes, then a bright blush spread across her cheeks.
�Good morning,� he greeted her, nervous that she might slap him or bolt. She was, after all, completely naked. But she didn�t try to get away and instead, buried her flushed face against his chest. Miroku was very pleased with himself and felt like he would never lose the smile on his face. He had her, he finally had her and no one else ever would. He intended to marry her in the next village they came to and make certain she was his alone.
Sesshomaru glared from his position on the cliff above them, then turned and walked away. The monk had no trouble filling his bed, he saw. How could a mortal that he couldn�t get out of his system replace him so easily? Anger seethed inside of him, but he pushed it away. It was best if Miroku didn�t come back to him. Not when he had been so close to death. Still, he wondered if Miroku would truly be able to fight the addiction this time. Sesshomaru knew one thing�no matter how Miroku pleaded next time, he would not give in.
He never imagined that he would be the one seeking the monk first. But three days passed and his irritability became unbearable. So he left Rin in Jaken�s questionable care and tracked down Miroku, waiting until he saw the monk leave by himself. He lingered in the shadows until the monk had finished what he left for, then he stepped out from the trees and watched his reaction. Miroku started to go into a defensive pose, then relaxed and met Sesshomaru�s eyes. Sesshomaru was upset when Miroku didn�t take a step towards him. He told himself to turn and walk away, but instead, his traitorous feet moved in the wrong direction, bringing him to the monk.
He stood there, looking down at the human who watched him back and he made the first gesture, reaching out to catch Miroku by the back of his neck and pulled him up into a kiss. Miroku didn�t fight, but Sesshomaru released him and he stepped back. Anger pulsed through Sesshomaru and he grabbed Miroku by the throat, lifting him. His mind screamed in protest at him to stop, but he wanted to kill him. Miroku had given himself to the youkai and then left without his permission. Left him for a mortal woman, no less.
Miroku�s eyes were dull, then, no trace of fear or pain. Sesshomaru felt him swallow, hard and the emptiness began to leave his eyes. Sesshomaru squeezed, trying to convince himself to tear out the tender throat and leave. Incomprehensibly, his hand began to shake. It opened and Miroku fell to his knees. Sesshomaru stared at his hand, not moving until he saw Miroku�s head lift to him. His fingers closed and his arm dropped slowly.
�Why?� Miroku asked. Sesshomaru looked down at the mortal on his knees at his feet.
�You are mine,� he whispered, against his will. Miroku�s eyes went wide and his lips parted. Sesshomaru heard his heart pick up and begin racing, slamming hard into his chest. The youkai�s heart finally calmed, in opposition to the mortal one frantically trying to free itself from its bone cage. Miroku let his eyes fall forward, looking at the armor in front of him. Sesshomaru stepped back when he reached for it. Miroku looked up at him in confusion. Sesshomaru brought his hand down to the sash at his waist and untied it, catching his swords and laid them down on the ground. Next, he tugged his fur loose and let it slide to the ground. Then he reached for the tie on his armor and pulled at it. Miroku�s eyes went wide as the heavy material swung out, leaving him in only his clothing.
Miroku stood up and reached out with a trembling hand to touch his chest, pushing at the haori. Sesshomaru felt some of his anger drain away, especially when Miroku looked up at him in wonder for a moment before kissing him. Sesshomaru pulled him close and pushed his tongue against Miroku�s, encouraged when he felt Miroku�s tongue press back. Their mouths warred and he grabbed Miroku�s hand and guided it to the tie at his shoulder. Miroku untied his robes obediently and let them slide to the ground.
Miroku tentatively reached out and pulled Sesshomaru�s haori out of his hakama and pushed it until it fell off his shoulders. Sesshomaru almost stopped him when he pulled at his hakama, but he kicked his boots off to help him instead. He was left in nothing but his kimono after Miroku pulled his tabi off and he braced himself for the last bit of covering to be taken from him. Miroku took the time to remove his own pants first, then he stepped forward and Sesshomaru was relieved to see he was excited as he pushed off the last layer of clothing between them.
Sesshomaru stared down at Miroku, daring him to say anything about the missing arm, but he barely glanced over it as he looked at the youkai�s body. He touched Sesshomaru�s chest and ran his hands down it, splaying his fingers against the youkai�s stomach and leaned up to kiss him as his hands slid even lower. Sesshomaru opened his eyes when Miroku grasped him and pulled back, his hand on the monk�s shoulder. Miroku let go of him and they both looked beneath his hand. If he slid it down any, it would be resting on the healing bruise. Sesshomaru trailed his hand down the arm, along the underside to prevent touching the injury and leaned down to it, scenting it before he licked it, gently.
Miroku gasped and his right hand grasped Sesshomaru�s ruined upper arm. The youkai pulled back and started to pull away, but the look of need in Miroku�s eyes stopped him. It hadn�t been a conscious gesture�he hadn�t seen one bit of flesh as different from another. Sesshomaru kissed him then, crushing his body against him in his own relief and pleasure. He hadn�t even realized he was concerned about rejection for his deformity, not fully, until right then. He also didn�t realize that, in that moment, a large part of his hatred against InuYasha vanished.
Miroku kissed him back, pushing at Sesshomaru�s mouth with his own, burying his hands in the white hair and lifting a leg like he would climb him. Sesshomaru grabbed Miroku around the waist and pulled him up so that the monk was riding his hips and kissed his neck, nipping at the junction of his shoulder lightly. Sesshomaru let go of Miroku for a second and the monk�s legs grasped him tightly. He grabbed Miroku under his thigh to balance him better and bit into his shoulder. Miroku gasped and clutched at Sesshomaru and the youkai sighed as he tasted the metallic liquid. He fed for a moment before letting Miroku down to the ground, where the mortal stared at him in confusion.
�I told you I like blood,� Sesshomaru said, smiling slightly. Miroku�s eyes went wide, and then he turned his head, offering his neck again. Sesshomaru licked it lightly and Miroku shuddered. Miroku started kissing his throat and then moved down his body, licking along his chest, catching a nipple that made Sesshomaru shiver, a jolt of pleasure shooting through him, quickening his pulse and reminding him how sexually frustrated he was. But Miroku seemed to notice as well, because he took no more time in finding that aching part of him with his mouth.
Sesshomaru adjusted his stance to catch his balance and sank his claws into Miroku�s hair gently. He combed it back lightly in appreciation as his body grew tighter and his blood ran hot. Sesshomaru stepped back and around Miroku, kneeling behind him. He pulled Miroku back against his chest and Miroku rose up to allow him entrance. He pulled him down hard and gasped when he entered the hot, tight passage. Miroku gasped and took Sesshomaru�s hand in his own, kissing it, then he grasped himself and Sesshomaru prodded him to move. Miroku rose and fell in his lap, arching back into his embrace and Sesshomaru let himself go completely, feeding from the wound he had left again and driving himself up into Miroku as he came down, building until he felt confined in his skin.
Miroku�s life tasted salty and potent as Sesshomaru let himself enjoy something he hadn�t in decades�human blood. He was careful with his mortal lover, having abused him enough for a lifetime with his poison and as he grew close, he pulled his hand away from Miroku�s, which was still closed around his as though in prayer. Sesshomaru pushed his other hand away and took over. Miroku kept his right handed hold on Sesshomaru�s wrist while the youkai found the pace that dragged cries from his throat so loud they were almost pain.
Sesshomaru exploded into Miroku, feeling the hot liquid within move through him and out, making the passage incredibly slick as he gave one last thrust up. His hand was a mess with Miroku�s seed, but he held him down for several breaths, enjoying being buried inside him even as he shrank away. Finally, he released Miroku, who shifted so that he was no longer connected physically to the youkai, then turned and pressed Sesshomaru back so that he had to lie down on the grass. Sesshomaru was too spent to protest as Miroku made himself comfortable on his left shoulder.
�I didn�t think you would come back,� Miroku whispered. Sesshomaru looked down at him. He had wondered what the monk had been thinking this entire time. �I was afraid to see you again.�
�Why?� Sesshomaru asked.
�I didn�t think I could� tolerate� not doing this again. And I was afraid that seeing you would be too big a temptation to ask for your poison.�
�And do you feel no temptation?�
�No,� Miroku admitted. �But I can handle it,� he finished, �as long as I can still� feel with you.�
�Has your poetic side returned?� Sesshomaru asked, slightly mocking.
�It can�t compare to yours,� Miroku teased back. �You probably even have beautiful words for right now.�
�Crimson metal flows, night enfolds bodies moving, while everyone sleeps,� Sesshomaru whispered. Miroku�s eyes widened and Sesshomaru smirked.
�Crimson metal?� Miroku asked and Sesshomaru answered by licking his shoulder. It was the wrong side, but Miroku got the idea. Miroku�s hand flew to his neck, touching the two small wounds.
�Shit,� he cursed and Sesshomaru pushed him off in reprimand. Miroku sat up and looked at his fingers.
�It is no longer bleeding,� Sesshomaru said, mildly offended. Miroku hadn�t protested while he was being bitten.
�It�s not that,� Miroku said. �What will Sango think if she sees?� Sesshomaru raised his eyebrows at him, and then sat up himself.
�Interesting question. Do tell me the answer when you find out,� Sesshomaru said, grabbing his clothing.
�I want to start a family,� Miroku said. Sesshomaru pulled his kimono on roughly after cleaning himself off with a scrap of cloth.
�You are off to a productive start,� Sesshomaru said, irritably, wondering why Miroku was telling him this. Miroku�s eyes widened.
�How did you know that?� he asked.
�Even if I had not seen the two of you together the other morning, I can smell her all over you.�
�But we haven�t done anything in two days,� Miroku protested. Sesshomaru glanced at him sideways. �My point is that, I will likely die soon, even without the poison, my curse from Naraku grows with each passing season and will eventually consume me. So I must secure that family as soon as possible.� Some of Sesshomaru�s anger drained away. He didn�t know that the curse was degenerative.
�I understand,� Sesshomaru said, sliding on his hakama carefully. Miroku relaxed visibly and reached for his pants. Sesshomaru saw the look he shot at his nether regions and offered him the cloth he had used. Miroku blushed and Sesshomaru stood, facing away so that he could clean himself with some measure of privacy. Sesshomaru pulled on his haori, tucking the hem into his hakama. He lifted the heavy armor and fastened it into place, tied his sash back on, replaced the swords, returned his fur to its proper place and then sat back down to pull on his tabi and boots, remaining faced away from Miroku the entire time.
�Do you want this back?� Miroku asked.
�No,� Sesshomaru said, then turned around. Miroku was dressed and the scrap cloth was gone. He didn�t care to know what had happened to it.
�So this is how it will be?� Miroku asked. �When one of us needs the other, we just show up?� Sesshomaru looked up at the night sky and said nothing. �Will you ever poison me again?� Miroku whispered.
�Will you ever ask me to?� Sesshomaru responded. Miroku was quiet for a while.
�I don�t know,� he answered honestly. �But if I do, I want you to refuse. If you ever do it again, do it to kill me.�
�So be it,� Sesshomaru said. Then he turned and stepped up to Miroku, leaning down to kiss him softly. �Although I will miss the poetry of your deluded mind.�
�I�ll miss it as well,� Miroku agreed, then wrapped his arms around Sesshomaru�s neck. �But at least I won�t have to miss you.�
�Don�t be stupid,� Sesshomaru said, prying Miroku�s hands off him and turned to walk away. Miroku smiled broadly.
�I�ll see you later,� he called after the retreating youkai. Sesshomaru didn�t stop or turn around; he just vanished into the night, leaving behind soft words in the wind.
�Of that, you may be certain.�
The end.
Well, kiddos, it�s been fun, but after Sesshomaru commandeered the story (that bastard started fighting me when I tried to break off his relationship with Miroku entirely and end this as a total Mir/San story and damn near killed Miroku before I just let him have his way) I thought it would actually be longer, but it turns out, he just wanted to rewrite the ending. Yes, Miroku and Sango will eventually get married, have kids, all that jazz and Miroku gets his cake and eats it, too. Everyone who�s shocked, raise your hand. looks around, one hand goes up shyly in the large crowd Well, there�s always one in any group.
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Poison	By : Xakana Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7576 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.

Poison