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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
- 1
- 2
- 3
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: This chapter deals with the relationship between Miroku and Sango as well as the one between Miroku and Sesshomaru. So those hoping for pure YAOI, be prepared.
Poison Chapter 2
When Miroku awoke, the sun was beginning to make its way over the horizon. He quickly stood and ran back to camp, stopping briefly to wash his hands and face in a small stream and to urinate behind a tree. The camp was just beginning to rise for the day and no one seemed to think it odd that this was the first they had seen him. He supposed they must have assumed he was simply answering the call of nature.
The entire day, he felt distant and tired. His eyes wanted nothing more than to close for several more hours. He kept losing time as they were walking. It was as if he was sleeping while walking�he would be having a conversation, then the next thing he knew, he wouldn�t recognize the scenery anymore. His eyelids felt heavy and tight and more than once when they stopped to rest, he was jerked back into reality from a dream.
�Miroku, are you okay?� Kagome asked after she had to shake him to wake him from yet another of these lapses.
�I do not think I slept well last night,� Miroku answered, rubbing his tired eyes. It felt so good to do so that he left his hand there for a moment, then Kagome was shaking him again.
�I�m worried about you,� Kagome said. �Let me see the arm that Sesshomaru poisoned.� Miroku�s eyes widened at the request. He tried to think of an excuse to keep her away from the new wounds, but all he could come up with was:
�I�m fine, really. I just didn�t sleep well.� He forced himself to stand and smile, but Kagome�s frown deepened and Sango�s lips turned down as well.
�Hoshi-sama, let us see the wounds,� Sango said, stepping forward. Miroku sighed. He was too tired to come up with a good excuse, so he gritted his teeth and let his robe fall down on his left side. He looked away as the girls gasped. �Has it gotten worse?�
�I think it�s infected,� Kagome answered her. �But I thought there was only one small scratch. Now there seems to be two.�
�You must not have noticed the second,� Miroku answered, lifting his robe back. �And it isn�t bothering me,� he lied. It was bothering him�a lot. It hurt, a deep, throbbing ache and at the same time, just thinking about it made his blood rush faster and get hot and he reacted with excitement. He met InuYasha�s eyes when trying to avoid the girls� and he had to stare immediately at the ground. He had seen a glance of yellow eyes and silver hair and now he needed to be alone, desperately.
�If you two are done whimpering over him, can we please go? He�s fine. He says so himself.� Miroku had seen InuYasha�s look as he glanced down. The hanyo had changed to surprise from its previous bored expression and his attention had focused on Miroku. Miroku couldn�t look at any of his friends at that moment. All he could think about was returning to Sesshomaru again. He reached up and pressed his fingers into the bruise on his bicep, suppressing the hiss of pain that accompanied it. He accomplished his goal, though. His body reacted to the pain like being doused in icy water and he could think again.
�Miroku, don�t touch it,� Kagome admonished. �We should find some medicinal herbs for you.�
�Yes, that is probably a good idea,� Miroku readily agreed. Anything to get this obsession out of his mind.
�Feh,� InuYasha grunted unhappily. He hadn�t liked the way Miroku had looked at him. There was a look of fear and lust in his eyes that didn�t sit well with the hanyo. He didn�t know what he had done to deserve either and he didn�t want to know. It was bad enough having to defend Kagome from the lecher; he didn�t want to have to watch his own back as well. He decided that Sesshomaru�s poison had probably just addled his brain and he steadfastly ignored the monk for the rest of the day. The girls babied him to the point where he got irritable and almost rude with them. Finally, they backed off for the most part, but at dinner, one comment finally went too far, apparently, and while InuYasha was enjoying an extra big meal, Miroku stood and stormed off.
Shippo just assumed this was some new ploy on Miroku�s part to get into Sango�s pants until the monk snapped at her and left the group at dinner without eating anything. Then the fox walked over to Kagome, watching the stunned expression on the women�s faces. He happily took the food Miroku had left behind and hid next to Kagome so InuYasha couldn�t take it from him. He had already taken half of what Shippo had started with. How was he supposed to get big and strong if he never got enough to eat? Thankfully, Kagome snuck him her remaining dinner once she was done.
Kagome watched Miroku leave, confused and worried. She could barely taste dinner and when she didn�t feel hungry anymore, she handed what was left to Shippo, who was hiding behind her. She didn�t bother yelling at InuYasha for stealing the kit�s dinner because she knew she wasn�t going to finish her own. She patted his head affectionately and returned his smile, concealing the anxiety that was occupying her thoughts. She glanced over at Sango, but the demon slayer was carefully staring at the ground and chewing her food silently.
Sango, for her part, was trying to understand Miroku. She normally had a pretty good grasp on what he was thinking in any given situation, but ever since his brush with death at the youkai�s hands, he had been as unreadable as Kagome�s �English� textbook. She had tried to get him alone, but every time she would walk over to him away from everyone else, he was asleep. She worried about him and had even tried to incite him to grope her, just for some normalcy. She had sat right next to him, on her knees and even �accidentally� dropped her food in the fire so she had to reach out to get it, giving him the perfect opportunity. When he not only ignored it, but actually got angry when she turned to ask him what was wrong, she had been hurt. She was anxious now that he had lost interest in her. Perhaps she had slapped him too many times? If only he could control his lecherous tendencies� But he had and wasn�t that what she was upset about now?
Kirara tried to cheer Sango up by rubbing against her legs and purring, but Sango was obviously too upset to be distracted, so she followed the monk again, wishing, as she had many times in the past, that she could speak to these mortals. She had always liked humans and was particularly fond of this group of them. She was nervous about the monk right now, though. She had traveled far in her life and had seen men laid low by addictions such as this. Time in the west had shown her men who chased the dragon to their deaths and what Miroku was doing was just as dangerous, if not more so. She leapt into his path and mewed at him, trying to turn him back.
�What is it, Kirara?� he asked. She mewed an answer, but he didn�t understand. He knelt and reached out to scratch behind her ears. �You don�t want me to go, do you?� In response, she butted her head into his leg, trying to spur him to go back. �I don�t want this, you know,� he told her. �But I can�t stay away. I have to feel it again.� Kirara mewed pitifully and he stood, turning around. She bounced ahead of him, turning to watch him follow her. He had a sense that she was relieved and part of him was, too.
When Miroku returned to camp, he found his dinner eaten by the kitsune and nothing left in the fire. Tired and hungry, he sighed and walked over to sit next to Sango. Sango turned to him, startled. He looked around at the rest of the camp, and then rose back to his feet, taking her with him. She quietly followed him away until they were out of everyone�s sight.
�What is it, Miroku? What has been bothering you?� She asked, her voice betraying the apprehension she was feeling. Miroku didn�t answer her, preferring to stare at the stars. He couldn�t tell her what was going on, but he needed to do something to get his mind off of it. He pulled her down to sit next to him, and then wrapped his arm around her shoulders. He saw her blush in the evening light and he relaxed. He thought of a dozen things to say and dismissed them all, finally deciding to just do what he had brought here for. He touched her chin, turning her face to his and stroked the line of her jaw, smiling when she closed her eyes. He closed his own and leaned down to kiss her.
She didn�t slap him or try to move away, so he took the chance to run his fingers through her hair while he kissed her. He had to work to keep his hands on her face and shoulder, though. He urgently wanted to push her back and take her, right then and there. He remembered how she had looked under the influence of Sesshomaru�s poison and the memory pushed his self-control to the very edge. He was determined not to leave here tonight unsatisfied, so he left his hands where they were, feeding at her mouth with something approaching desperation.
�Miroku,� she whispered, pulling back. �Your hands are trembling.� She wrapped her own around his and he clutched at her fingers, careful not to crush them.
�I want you so badly, Sango,� he confessed. She gasped and flushed. His careful control was walking a sword�s edge and had slipped. He ground his teeth, pressing his tongue against them, hard, and clenched his hands into the robes covering his knees, trying to crush the material and his own libido. He waited for her to slap him or run away, but instead, she ducked under his chin and wrapped her arms around him. Amazed, he returned the embrace passionately. �I love you,� he whispered into her ear.
�I feel the same,� she whispered back. His eyes went wide. �But nothing can happen now. I must avenge my family. I cannot let myself be swayed by selfish desire, no matter how consuming.� He sat back on his knees and met her eyes.
�I�m on the same quest as you�� he tried to begin, but she shook her head.
�You�re also trying to create an heir before you die,� she pointed out. �Our quests are equally grave, but I cannot fight while carrying that child. Please understand,� she whispered the last. He leaned in and kissed her forehead.
�I do understand, Sango. That is why I haven�t asked you to marry me,� he admitted. �I knew your answer without you having to tell me. �When Naraku is defeated.� I am not asking you to bear my child right now. I am asking you to lie with me tonight.�
�And if I become pregnant while we lie together?� she asked, reasonably. He glared up at the moon, unable to argue with her logic. There was no way to know if she would become with child tonight. He had always just thought that it would be a welcome side effect with the other women he had lain with, but he didn�t want it now. Sango didn�t need to be burdened with a pregnancy and he didn�t need to be weighed down with worry over her and their child in every battle. He couldn�t bear the thought of offering not to finish�it would be a lie. Once he was there, he wouldn�t stop.
�Damn Naraku,� Miroku hissed, feeling it more now than ever before. He also cursed his bad luck to fall in love with a woman warrior. This wouldn�t be a problem if it had been a village girl. But he wouldn�t have been content with a sweet, quiet girl willing to wait for him while he battled his foe. That may have been fine for his father, but he couldn�t bear it. Sango leaned her head against his shoulder and he rested his cheek on her head.
�Are you returning to camp with me?� she asked quietly. He shook his head.
�I think I need some time alone,� he answered. She kissed his cheek, stood and left. He debated himself between going to Sesshomaru and just manually relieving his tension. Soon, the decision was stolen from him by his own exhaustion. He awoke the next morning in an awkward, stiff position on the ground and sat up, trying to rub some of the kinks out of his muscles. He grimaced when he pressed on the bruise. He spared it a glance and it certainly looked better than the day before. It was no longer black, but bluish with green edges. Kagome�s poultice had worked wonders. He just wished it had helped the pain.
�Did you sleep here all night?� Miroku jumped at the sound of Sango�s voice and spun.
�As I said yesterday, I was exhausted. I feel asleep almost the moment you left,� he answered.
�Do you feel better today?� she asked, holding out her hand. His eyes widened, then he took it and she pulled him to his feet. He smiled at her and resisted the urge to continue what they had done the night before. It would only be cruel to them both that it couldn�t be finished.
�Yes. I believe the herbs Kagome gathered helped the bruise,� he said, releasing her hand. �As did the rest.�
�You should eat, though,� Sango said, turning back to camp with him. �You didn�t have dinner.�
�I know,� he said. Everyone shot them curious glances as they returned. Kagome offered him the leftover onigiri from her pack, which he took and ate gratefully. They set out again, this time after a jewel shard that Kagome sensed, moving away from them. Miroku thought making it the night and day past his last visit with Sesshomaru would clear his mind, but he was wrong.
Now he was wide-awake and able to think about the effects of the poison. Soon, though it wasn�t a hot day, he began to sweat. He wiped it away and tried to think of something else, but no matter what he tried to concentrate on, he always came back to the feeling of rapture lying in the grass during the height of the toxin�s effects. It became unbearable to think of finally and he stopped walking, wondering if Sesshomaru was near enough for him to find quickly.
�What is it?� InuYasha asked, looking off in the same direction as Miroku. Miroku glanced over at the hanyo�s expression, trying to determine if he sensed his brother. But while InuYasha was alert, he showed no signs of aggression and Miroku realized he was going to have to search if he wanted to find the youkai.
�There is something I need to do,� Miroku said evasively. �I will return when I am done, but I must go alone. I do not know how long I will be gone, so you should continue without me.� Kirara hissed at him, but Miroku shot her a glance begging her to be silent. She licked her paw in response and shot him a reproachful look.
�What�s with Kirara?� Kagome asked.
�Doesn�t look like she thinks you should be going,� InuYasha said, crossing his arms and looking at Miroku with suspicion.
�Well, I take her warning under advisement, but I am going,� Miroku responded, then turned and walked off in the general direction of where he thought Sesshomaru might be now. It actually took him much less time than he expected. He was startled to see the little girl weaving flowers in the youkai�s hair, however and he stilled outside their location. Sesshomaru turned to him.
�Rin, do not move,� he said. The child froze with her arms in the air. He stood quickly, and then was in front of Miroku with the same speed he used before. Miroku took a step back, but still found himself in Sesshomaru�s grip. The fingers around his throat surprised him, since Sesshomaru hadn�t reacted so violently the last time.
�I wouldn�t hurt a child,� Miroku said, guessing that he was being seen as a threat to Sesshomaru�s territory. The youkai�s eyes narrowed and he set Miroku back on the ground. He looked around, his nose twitching slightly and Miroku determined he was looking for Miroku�s companions. �I came alone,� Miroku said.
�For the same reason?� Sesshomaru responded, meeting his eyes. Miroku�s knees went weak at the glance and he felt and overwhelming desire to touch Sesshomaru again, but he repressed it. He nodded and looked past the demon lord to the child, still in the exact same pose as before Sesshomaru stood.
�Is she alright?� Miroku asked. Sesshomaru glanced at her and sighed.
�You may move, Rin,� he said and the girl bounced up and grinned at him.
�Thank you!� she chirped, then peered curiously at Miroku.
�Hi,� Miroku said in response to her look. Sesshomaru�s gaze shot back to him warily.
�Hi, Hoshi-sama,� Rin responded. She glanced wistfully at the flowers in her hand and Miroku felt guilty for interrupting. In fact, considering the reason he had come, he felt horrible. This was such an innocent scene; his craving didn�t belong here. Ashamed, he turned to leave.
�Will you continue returning to me every day?� Sesshomaru asked, a trace of amusement in his voice.
�That�s not fair, I stayed away all of yesterday,� Miroku responded with a self-deprecating humor.
�My brother can�t satisfy you?� Sesshomaru asked. Miroku gaped at him. Sesshomaru was smiling slightly and Miroku would have paid money to know what he was thinking.
�He is� lacking some of your more attractive aspects,� Miroku agreed, looking at the youkai. �So alike, yet so different,� he thought.
�There is no need to speak the obvious,� Sesshomaru said, then turned and walked back to the child watching him. He looked down at her, took the flowers she was holding out, glancing at them as though they were an annoyance, and then, to Miroku�s immense surprise, he tucked one behind her ear. She grinned up at him, even as he reached back and used his claws to remove the careful pattern she had woven into his long hair. Little pink flowers fell to the ground, not a single one damaged by the deadly fingernails. Rin scooped them off the ground and looked at them, then threw them in the air, stuck her arms out and spun in a circle as they fell around her, some floating to lodge themselves back in Sesshomaru�s hair. He didn�t seem to notice.
Miroku was amazed at the picturesque scene. He had known that Sesshomaru had a human child traveling with him, but seeing him acting like a father was something completely different. The cold-eyed killer was nowhere to be seen. Rin picked up one of the flowers and looked over at Miroku. She looked between him and Sesshomaru, then ran to Miroku and offered him the pink blossom with a smile. He smiled back warmly and took it.
�Thank you,� he said. Sesshomaru turned to watch them.
�You�re welcome!� she chirped and skipped back to Sesshomaru.
�What was your name, monk?� Sesshomaru asked.
�Miroku,� he replied. Sesshomaru turned away again and walked off. Rin fell into step behind him. Miroku didn�t know what to do and he stood there debating until they were almost out of sight before running to catch up. Rin looked up at him curiously when he fell into step beside her.
�Are you going to follow Sesshomaru now, too?� she asked.
�For now,� Miroku answered.
�Okay, but I should warn you, Jaken will probably yell and say bad words about it,� she informed him, looking forward again.
�Where is Jaken?� Miroku asked.
�He angered our lord and didn�t wake up after his punishment,� Rin said. �We were giving him time to catch up. Sesshomaru-sama lets me play with his hair when we have to wait for Jaken.�
�Rin.�
�Yes, Sesshomaru-sama?�
�You talk too much.�
�Sorry!� Rin said, and then fell silent. Miroku glanced down at her, but she didn�t seem phased. If anything, she looked more cheerful than before. Miroku returned to watching the youkai walking in front of him and couldn�t help thinking that, from behind, if you added pointy ears and a red kimono, there wasn�t much difference between the brothers. Sesshomaru�s hair was better cared for and longer and Miroku remembered the overwhelming desire to touch it the night before last. That made him remember actually touching it and his body reacted. Sesshomaru looked behind at him and Miroku carefully avoided his gaze, trying to calm himself down. InuYasha never glared at him like that when he became aroused, but Miroku supposed that it was because InuYasha had simply tried to ignore his presence when he first joined the group and had grown used to it by the time he was comfortable teasing him for his lechery.
�Miroku.� Sesshomaru said. Miroku blinked in surprise and returned his gaze forward, but Sesshomaru wasn�t looking at him.
�Yes?� Miroku responded.
�Walk beside me,� Sesshomaru said. Miroku stepped forward, confused. He glanced up at Sesshomaru and had to look away again when the reaction he had barely been able to get under control repeated itself. Sesshomaru looked at him again and this time, Miroku met his gaze, trying to discern what the youkai was thinking. Glancing into Sesshomaru�s eyes made his discomfort worse, but with Rin there, he had no trouble controlling himself. Something passed over Sesshomaru�s face, but Miroku couldn�t tell what it was. He wasn�t used to trying to read the youaki�s features. InuYasha always wore his emotions on his face openly, but Sesshomaru�s expression was carefully guarded. Whatever it was, Miroku didn�t seem to offend him anymore, as he returned his gaze forward. �Walk behind me again.�
Miroku was a little annoyed at being ordered around so much, but he slowed his walk to follow beside Rin again without comment. The sun had made it almost to the western horizon before Jaken came running up behind them, shrieking for them to wait and pulling the two-headed dragon behind him. Sesshomaru didn�t slow his pace one bit, so Miroku fell behind a little when he stopped to watch the toady catch up. He looked back and saw Rin had stopped a few steps ahead of him, but Sesshomaru was still walking. Miroku returned to his place behind Sesshomaru and next to Rin.
�What are you doing here?� Jaken demanded as he caught up to them. �Don�t tell me Sesshomaru-sama has taken in another human?� Miroku ignored Jaken, but Sesshomaru didn�t. He stopped and turned to look at the little youkai, who promptly fell to his knees, apologizing.
�Jaken, what I do and what I don�t do is my business,� Sesshomaru said. �If I disposed of every follower that annoyed me, I would be very much alone.� Sesshomaru turned and looked around. �It is time to rest,� he said. Miroku stood off to the side as Jaken and Rin prepared places to sleep. When Sesshomaru walked away, he followed him. They walked for a while before the youkai stopped and turned to him. �Wait here.� Miroku stopped and watched as the youkai disappeared into the night. He leaned against a tree, tired from walking almost non-stop most of the day and waited, as he had been told. He contemplated how easy it had been for him to accept traveling with one of his worst enemies and how many illusions had been spoiled by the time watching the youkai lord interact with Rin.
He was thinking about how well Shippo and Rin would probably get along when Sesshomaru returned. He glanced at Miroku, but walked past him. Miroku wondered if he was supposed to follow. He decided to follow and when he wasn�t told to stay, he relaxed. Sesshomaru walked back to Rin and handed her a bundle that she unwrapped. It had onigiri and pickled plums in it.
�Thank you, Sesshomaru-sama!� Rin exclaimed happily. Sesshomaru nodded and turned back to Miroku, once again walking past him into the woods. Miroku followed him again. He wondered what he was going to eat and looked out for anything edible as he walked along. He found a patch of mushrooms and examined them, but they were poisonous and he left them in disappointment. He was looking so hard for something to eat that he walked into Sesshomaru�s hand, which he had extended to stop Miroku from walking into him. Miroku took a step back and apologized. Sesshomaru looked at him curiously, then reached down to his sash and pulled off a bag. He tossed it to Miroku and the monk opened it, finding more of the onigiri and pickled plums, if much less than he had given Rin.
�I assume you did not think to find your own dinner. And once we do this, you will be useless to do so.�
�Thank you,� Miroku said, eating the food gratefully. �Where did you get it?�
�There is a village on the other side of that hill,� Sesshomaru said, nodding to the north. Miroku couldn�t see the village.
�You weren�t gone long enough to travel so far,� Miroku said, puzzled.
�Do you think me so slow?� Sesshomaru asked.
�I suppose I didn�t think about it at all,� Miroku answered. �I�ve seen you move faster than sight before. I just never considered you doing so to buy food.�
�Buy?� Sesshomaru asked with a deprecating smile. Miroku ate the last of the food, licking his fingers.
�You steal better food than I do,� Miroku said, wiping his hands on the cloth Sesshomaru had wrapped the food in. Sesshomaru held out his hand and Miroku gave it back to him. The youkai folded it neatly and tucked it back into his sash so that it was no longer visible. Miroku didn�t wait another minute; he dropped the side of his robe to expose the healing wound. Sesshomaru looked at it for a while before he reached out silently and scratched Miroku, parallel to the other two. Miroku hissed in pain and fell to his knees, trying to ignore the ache settling into his arm.
He waited to lose consciousness. In the meantime, he thought that next time, he wanted to do this starting from the ground. He rolled onto his back and watched everything start to waver. Finally, he awoke, not remembering passing out. His arms were being pinned above his head and Sesshomaru�s face was all he could see. He experienced a moment of fear, but it was fleeting. He tried to move his arms, but they felt tied with a fleshy steel bar. He tried to move his legs and found them pinned as well. A moment of concentrating let him know that it was Sesshomaru�s body pinning him.
�Are you aware yet?� Sesshomaru asked him. Miroku nodded, amazed by the beauty filling his vision. �I have spent the day thinking,� Sesshomaru said. �When you didn�t come last night, I was curious. You would risk your life once, but not twice. I wondered if my poison lost its effectiveness.�
�Not at all,� Miroku said, having a difficult time concentrating on all the words Sesshomaru was offering him. They seemed to float away onto the night and he felt some enter his skin.
�I had discerned that when you returned today.�
�Why are you laying on me?� Miroku asked. Sesshomaru smiled.
�I don�t want you to repeat what you did the last time.� Miroku blushed. He had thought Sesshomaru gone during that. He was never going to trust he was alone again when like this.
�I�m sorry that I did that in front of you,� Miroku said. Sesshomaru leaned down so close to Miroku�s face that a hard thought would have brought their lips together. Miroku didn�t wait for that thought; he simply closed the distance. Sesshomaru didn�t back away this time and Miroku traced his tongue along the youkai�s lips. Sesshomaru�s lips parted and he felt the fangs against his tongue as he slid further in. Sesshomaru sucked slightly at Miroku�s tongue and the monk moaned. Sesshomaru bit down slightly in response and Miroku gasped. Pain was just as intense as pleasure in this state and he winced, feeling tears burn at his eyes�something he hadn�t felt since he was much younger.
�Be silent,� Sesshomaru ordered. Miroku nodded and tried to kiss him again, but Sesshomaru held his lips back just far enough to keep him from his prize. Miroku snaked his tongue out and licked Sesshomaru�s bottom lip. Sesshomaru leaned back down, kissing him again. Miroku writhed beneath him, overcome by the strange sensations coursing across his skin like silk. His lips felt as though lightning had struck very close and Sesshomaru tasted like cold mountain water. He moved against the youkai, enjoying the pressure against his groin.
It took Miroku a moment to realize that Sesshomaru was pressing back against him and that he was just as excited. Miroku increased the pressure as much as he could, being held down as tightly as he was. Sesshomaru released Miroku�s legs to straddle the other man and prevent him from rubbing against him as he had been, letting his armor fall between them. Miroku broke their kiss, panting and bewildered. Sesshomaru seemed to be as libidinous as Miroku. Why pull away? But Miroku didn�t ask. He laid back and watched Sesshomaru as he sat up. Miroku didn�t bring his arms back down, since he didn�t want to do anything to upset the youkai and lose this.
Sesshomaru sat back on Miroku�s legs and watched the monk curiously. Miroku looked up at the sky, enjoying the evening dance. It never seemed to get old to him�the way the leaves morphed and writhed or the way the stars spun against the black canopy of night. He ached to finish what he had started with the youkai, but knew that it wasn�t going to happen and just accepted the weight on his thighs. He thought back to the moment in his life that had abandoned his solitary life for a new one with Kagome, InuYasha and Shippo and wondered if he would ever be happy going back to it. Even now, when he separated from them, he joined another group. Worse, it was a demon group. Would he have stayed if Rin hadn�t been there? Not likely, he decided. Rin�s occasional chatter had been all that had made it bearable, if he didn�t include the view. Had being with InuYasha so corrupted him that he no longer saw youkai as demons?
He moved his left hand, deciding that he could control it, unlike his right, and moved it slowly in front of his face, watching it change shape, twist and double. He laid it on his chest and gazed at Sesshomaru again, who was still watching him. Sesshomaru�s image writhed like a flame and Miroku reached his hands out, ignoring the cramp in his right shoulder to touch Sesshomaru�s armor. He clicked his fingernails on the hard surface, and then put one elbow in the ground to push himself up to touch the metal spikes with the fingertips of his other hand. He slid them up and around the cold material and ran his fingers across it until it was sliding against the palm of his hand.
He ran his hand back down to the metal bar and followed it to the red tassel, enjoying the different textures against his skin. He slid his hand the other way and buried it in the fur of the mantle, thinking it felt like a fox�s tail. Miroku�s arm shook as it propped him up and Sesshomaru smiled before pushing him back down on the ground. Miroku fell back with the smallest pressure and all the wind whooshed out of his lungs, but it didn�t hurt. Sesshomaru leaned back down and held his lips over Miroku�s, not touching. Miroku happily took the bottom lip into his mouth again, licking and sucking. Sesshomaru nipped a fang lightly into Miroku�s lip. Miroku opened his eyes and saw that Sesshomaru�s had never been closed.
Miroku let his head fall to the grass and looked at Sesshomaru, only a breath away. �You�re so beautiful,� he whispered. Sesshomaru turned his head to the side slightly. A strand of his fine moon-colored hair fell past his shoulders and Miroku reached up and buried his hands into it behind Sesshomaru�s head and pushed against his hot scalp, trying to bring his lips back down. Sesshomaru immediately sat back up, his eyes wide. Miroku tried to sit up with him, but Sesshomaru pressed down on his chest, holding him to the ground effortlessly. Miroku wrapped his hands around that arm, sliding them up under into wide sleeve, then back down. Sesshomaru�s eyes closed partly and Miroku was driven to the edge of sanity by the look in them. It was a look that said he knew what Miroku wanted and was enjoying denying it.
Miroku started struggling against Sesshomaru, but the youkai rode him easily, letting Miroku�s body writhe under his, rising and falling with him so that he had no leverage to break away. Miroku�s chest stung where the youkai pushed, his body ached with need and frustration made his blood hot. He could hear his breath shaking with his body as he thrashed beneath the taiyoukai. Sesshomaru released Miroku�s chest to run his hand through his long, pale hair, shaking it out a little. Miroku froze where he lay, shocked. Sesshomaru was flirting! He knew the effect he was having on Miroku and he was enjoying it.
Sesshomaru was enjoying himself. He liked the way it felt to see the mortal clutching at him in desperation. It wasn�t a feeling he was familiar with, but since it was so pleasant, he encouraged it. He knew the satisfaction of being loved by his followers, but this was different. This man was frantic to feel the briefest of touches from him. He begged him like a pup, obeyed anything he told him and kept crawling back for more. Sesshomaru was now completely fascinated. He liked to watch the human�s pupils dilate and loved the sound of his heart pounding as though it would break free on its own. When Miroku grabbed his head, though, he had a moment of feeling trapped and had to get away.
When he started fighting, Sesshomaru had become excited. The predator in him awoke and cried out for him to take the monk, one way or another. He rode the feeling like he rode the monk and ran his fingers through his hair in a way that had driven women to their knees with desire. It was an unconscious gesture most of the time, but he used it this time to manipulate Miroku.
When the mortal stilled beneath him he knew he had gone too far. Miroku would no longer fight him; he knew it was a lost cause. Sesshomaru relaxed and waited to see what he would do next, hoping he wasn�t close to passing out again. Miroku�s head fell back and his eyes closed. Sesshomaru realized that his gesture had driven Miroku over the edge and the mortal was in ecstasy beneath him. He watched the monk clutch at the grass, pulling it out in his passion. When the orgasm faded and Miroku completely relaxed, Sesshomaru sighed. The show was over. He stood in one fluid motion and looked down on his prey.
Miroku looked so peaceful in his sleep, having lifted his right hand at the last moment before he passed out to have it fall next to his head. Sesshomaru parted the monk�s robes and tugged the soiled pants underneath off. He didn�t want to have to smell the stain in the morning. Now, it wasn�t unpleasant, but given time, he knew it would be offensive. He set the sandals that were kicked off haphazardly next to one another and walked back to camp. Once there, he kicked Jaken in the side to wake him. Jaken came to life, sputtering and reaching for the Staff of Heads, but quickly calmed down when he saw who had woken him so rudely.
�Master, what is it?� Jaken asked.
�Clean this and return it to the monk,� Sesshomaru said, dropping the clothing on the toad. He was amused watching him flail and cringe at the scent of human seed. Jaken looked at him in horror, but didn�t talk back as he walked off to do his lord�s bidding. Sesshomaru glanced down at Rin, who was sleeping as serenely as Miroku had been. He knelt next to her and pulled the blanket up over her shoulders, concerned about the cooling air. It would be quite cold by the middle of the night and he didn�t want her to get sick. He waited for Jaken to return before he left far enough to sleep himself. He found an area where he could see everything around and he sank to the ground, allowing the exhaustion to finally come to him and lull him to sleep.
To be continued�
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Poison	By : Xakana Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7576 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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