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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
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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: Dang, it�s like I�m making up for all the lack of lemons in Unforeseen Obstacles by giving y�all one every chapter. Hope everyone�s enjoying!
Poison Chapter 3
When the morning came, Miroku woke up stiff, sore and very alone. He felt strange and it took him a moment to realize he was only wearing his robes. He looked over and found his pants, clean and dry on a makeshift drying rack. He quickly slid them on, then grabbed his sandals and put them on. He lifted his staff from the ground, unable to remember dropping it. Of course, he didn�t remember taking off his pants, either. The last thing he remembered was Sesshomaru, straddling him and� Miroku shuddered at the memory, getting hard again. He concentrated on calming down enough to relieve his aching bladder, and then he went looking for Sesshomaru�s group. Halfway back through the forest he stopped. He slid down the side of his robe and looked at the wound. It was black again.
His self-preservation instinct kicked in and he changed directions. If he kept going back to Sesshomaru, he would die. He knew that. Eventually, the poison would kill him. He couldn�t keep doing this. So he ran in the direction his friends had been walking. He spent the better part of the day tracking them down, but in the end, he found them. Kagome and Sango smiled and waved at him, but Kirara hissed and stalked off. Miroku slowed down, troubled by the twin-tail�s reaction. Kirara had tried to warn him away, but he had gone back. And what had it got him? A horrible pain in his left arm so bad that he couldn�t quite grip well with his hand.
�What�s gotten into her?� Sango asked.
�She was angry at Miroku for leaving,� Shippo pointed out. �Guess she�s still mad.� Miroku frowned and wished he could make it up to the cat. But then he caught InuYasha�s look and took a step back. InuYasha was giving him a death glare.
�Of course,� Miroku thought. �He must smell his brother on me.�
�Where have you been?� InuYasha demanded.
�With Sesshomaru,� Miroku answered.
�What?� asked Kagome, Sango and Shippo together. InuYasha looked perplexed.
�I was concerned about the wound he inflicted upon me. It keeps getting worse, then better, then worse again,� Miroku said. �I went to ask him if anyone had survived being poisoned by him before.� �When in doubt, tell the truth,� he thought.
�And?� Kagome asked.
�He� attacked me,� Miroku said, knowing that he must be covered in Sesshomaru�s scent from all their rolling around together. �I ran away,� he concluded lamely.
�Oh, no!� Kagome said. �Did he hurt you?�
�Why didn�t you ask us to come with you?� Sango asked.
�Because I feared InuYasha would start a fight rather than talk. I was hoping that if I was alone��
�That was stupid,� InuYasha growled. �You coulda gotten yourself killed, you know.� Miroku breathed a sigh of relief, hoping it sounded like a sigh of resignation. He was so relieved that they were buying it that he forgot how powerful InuYasha�s nose was. �Why did you stop and wash your clothes, though?�
�At least it doesn�t smell like it would have if they hadn�t washed them for me,� he thought. �They were dirty,� he said. Everyone stared at him. �What? I don�t like dirty pants,� he said, frustrated.
�What are you hiding?� InuYasha asked, getting in Miroku�s face. Miroku turned and stuck his nose in the air.
�Nothing and I don�t particularly like the insinuation,� he said huffily.
�Hmph,� InuYasha grunted.
�Oh, leave him alone,� Kagome said. Miroku gave her a grateful look, but she didn�t smile back. She frowned at him, obviously trying to figure him out. He looked at Sango and she had the same suspicious look on her face.
�If you don�t want me to continue traveling with you�� Miroku began.
�It ain�t that and you know it,� InuYasha said. The hanyo turned around and started walking and Miroku stepped up behind him, walking as he had with Sesshomaru. He watched InuYasha�s hair move, thinking that the hanyo needed to comb it, and ignoring the stares of his comrades. He really intended to stay away from Sesshomaru this time, though he did learn to make the poultice Kagome used to draw out the infection the poison left behind. He was able to keep with the group for the next two days and Kirara even seemed to forgive him when he didn�t try to leave the entire time.
On the third night of tossing and turning, burning with a fever he couldn�t handle, he gave in. Kirara watched him sit up and stepped in his path again, as she had that second night. He looked down at her and knelt, reaching out to scratch her ears, but she sidestepped him with a hiss. He rose to his feet and walked past her without looking back. He was determined that this would be the last time he fell to this temptation, but he needed it again. Just once more and he would stop.
It took him almost the entire night to find Sesshomaru. He was exhausted by the time he came across the sleeping youkai. He was startled to see him thus, but he didn�t have much chance to think about it as Sesshomaru was standing in front of him before he had blinked the previous image away. Miroku�s heart jumped and he fell back a step. He had never seen anyone awaken and become alert so quickly. Sesshomaru smiled down at him.
�And so, you return,� he said. Miroku took back that step he had lost and pressed himself against the front of the youkai, his left hand wrapped in the fur and his right on the metal armor. Sesshomaru looked down at him curiously and Miroku tried to kiss him. Surprise passed over the youkai�s features, but he didn�t stop him. Miroku found the lips he had missed so much, tasting metal on them this time. He pulled back, a little surprised. Sesshomaru tasted like blood. It was a very different flavor than last time and he didn�t particularly like it. Sesshomaru cocked his head to the side slightly, examining him. �I do not please you tonight?�
�You taste like blood,� Miroku answered. Sesshomaru smiled.
�I like blood,� he responded, leaning down to kiss Miroku again. Miroku ignored the taste and pushed into the youkai�s mouth, seeking with his tongue and lips. He drew out the moment, enjoying it without the toxin usually flowing through his blood. Miroku stepped back after a few minutes and took Sesshomaru�s hand in his, lifting the fingers to his mouth. Sesshomaru may have had a delicate face, but his hands were decidedly masculine, being larger than Miroku�s. He licked at the deadly claws, pulling one calloused finger into his mouth, his lips and tongue almost burning from the texture and salt there. He glanced up at Sesshomaru�s eyes, which were hooded and slightly unfocused.
Startled, Miroku let go of the hand, which Sesshomaru lowered slowly. Miroku met his gaze and held it, having never been lucid when they did this. He remembered Sesshomaru flirting with him the last time, but he hadn�t seen any facial expression of lust the entire time. Sesshomaru took Miroku�s hand this time and brought a finger to his own mouth, biting it carefully, but firmly. Miroku�s breath caught, the sensation being just this side of pain, but not quite. He let his robe slip on the left side and sank to his knees at Sesshomaru�s feet. Sesshomaru touched the bruise, which was a horrid shade of yellow-green thanks to Kagome�s medicine. He traced the scratches he had left before, the first being nearly healed, and Miroku fought not to wince in pain.
Finally, one claw dragged across his skin, leaving the burning venom behind. Miroku bowed forward, riding out the pain. It slammed into him violently and he was sick. The next thing he knew, he was opening his eyes a distance away and Sesshomaru was in the same position that he had awakened in three nights before. Miroku grasped Sesshomaru�s empty sleeve with one hand and his fur in the other as he felt that he was falling a great distance, despite the ground under his back. Sesshomaru watched him as he fell, curiosity painting his eyes with sunlight.
Miroku watched the stripes drip from the youkai�s face and tried to catch them. His fingers met the soft skin there, but the rose drips continued to fall around his hand until it was entirely the color of Sesshomaru�s stripes. He pulled his hand away, afraid that InuYasha would be angry when he saw the markings forming there, but they clung to Sesshomaru and he didn�t have to wear them anymore.
Sesshomaru watched Miroku struggling with the illusions his mind was creating, remembering having his face described to him once from that perspective. �I saw a black void, pulling me towards golden ponds that were on fire with magenta flames,� Miroku had said. He wondered what the monk was seeing now, but the words he was trying to make were indecipherable. Miroku twitched and wriggled as though he was being tickled and pricked from many different angles. Sesshomaru was waiting for the moment when he would be able to articulate his thoughts again.
When it came, it was like someone had just thrown icy water on Miroku�his eyes focused, his mumbling stopped and he looked startled. Sesshomaru heard the frantic heart slow and the monk�s breathing became labored. A fine tremor took up residence in the man beneath him. He smelled only lust, despite all the signs of fear. It was interesting how close the two resembled each other and how far apart they were. One causes its victim to run to the object causing the emotion, the other causes him to run away.
�What did you see this time, Miroku?� Sesshomaru asked, enjoying how Miroku�s heart beat twice at the sound of his own name.
�Your stripes were melting, sliding down my skin,� Miroku answered. �Your eyes were the sun and I wanted to taste the light.� Sesshomaru absorbed the words, enjoying their poetic feel.
�You seem so afraid,� Sesshomaru said, running the back of one claw across Miroku�s cheek. The young man�s eyes closed and his lips parted, a breath trembling past them.
�I no longer fear you,� Miroku said.
�Why? I could still kill you at any moment. I feel nothing for you,� Sesshomaru responded, sliding the claw back and forth against Miroku�s bottom lip. The mortal swallowed twice before he could answer.
�Every time I come to you, I�m prepared to die,� Miroku said. �As you said, if I depart this life in this way, it is my own fault. I don�t want to die, but I�ve accepted it as a possibility. This is worth it.�
�I am worth dying for?� Sesshomaru asked, surprised at the complete change in attitude from the man below him. They had met as enemies on every occasion before that fateful day he was infected with a tainted shard and made to believe that Rin had been taken from him by his brother. Rin had been safely with Jaken the entire time and Sesshomaru had a new reason to hate Naraku and his games. He forgave nothing that caused him to fear, even for a moment. He had considered leaving Rin in the next village they came to, but when they reached it, he couldn�t do it. He sent her in and walked away, but only far enough that he could still hear if anyone hurt her. He tried to keep walking, but he became upset.
He missed her.
It was unexpected. So when she came running up to him, fear in her eyes, he had walked to her and allowed her to embrace him, crying out that she was afraid he had left her forever and apologizing for anything she had done to displease him. Her words had upset him and he had vowed to himself that he wouldn�t leave her again and Rin would only leave his side if she desired it in the future. Of course, he hadn�t told her, but she always seemed to know. He often wondered if the child was more than a mere mortal with her intuition, fearlessness and devotion to him.
�Yes,� Miroku answered him. Sesshomaru broke from his thoughts to look at him. It was flattering, being someone worth dying for, but it was also dangerous. Miroku�s feelings for him weren�t those of a child to a father figure, but the attraction of one adult to another. He should really kill him now and be done with this experiment, but he didn�t expect a mortal could actually be a threat to him. He had worried about him around Rin at first, but the lust Miroku had was very obviously directed at Sesshomaru and had disappeared around the child. If he didn�t see her as a potential mate, then he wouldn�t see her as a threat, either.
He climbed off the monk, no longer in the mood. His thoughts had distracted him in an unpleasant way. So it came as a complete shock when he suddenly felt Miroku reaching under his armor and into his hakama. His mind was brought entirely into the present as Miroku�s hand found its goal and touched him until he was hard and ready. Sesshomaru wasn�t certain what he thought of mating with a human, but he wasn�t going to stop Miroku from pleasuring him in this way. Sesshomaru leaned back on his elbow and watched the monk push at his armor, trying to keep it out of the way.
He was amused to watch Miroku�s struggle with the plate of armor that finally ended with the monk sliding between his legs and using his shoulder to keep it up. That was when Sesshomaru lost the ability to remain detached. He couldn�t see what the monk was doing, but he could certainly attest to its effectiveness. Jolts of pleasure traveled through his center, up his back and chest and caused him to shudder. His claws convulsed into the earth and the air suddenly seemed so much thicker. Miroku�s hand slid up his kimono, caressing the planes of his stomach and stretching until his fingertips were sliding across his chest. The muscles twitched pleasantly under Miroku�s fingers and his nipples reacted immediately to being stroked. Sesshomaru had to shift his position to keep from falling, trying to maintain his composure, but it was quickly vanishing under what he believed to be Miroku�s mouth.
He finally fell back onto the grass and lost himself in the feelings pulsing through his lower body. It had been such a long time since he had been pleasured that he wasn�t certain he had ever experienced anyone as talented as Miroku. In fact, he was beginning to doubt it. He jumped when Miroku pulled his softest skin into his hot, wet mouth and a sound was torn from his lips. It was rare that he lost control like that and he knew he wasn�t far from his climax. Miroku�s hand never ceased massaging him, rolling his fingers against his length and causing the most wondrous waves to climb into him. The mortal seemed almost as frantic as he was becoming, switching back to his mouth. Sesshomaru�s back arched as the orgasm took him and he let a soft moan slide from his lips.
When he came down from the climax, Miroku was on his hands and knees next to him. His lips were puffy and his eyes unfocused. Sesshomaru rolled over, faster than he knew the human could see and pinned him against the ground, feeding from his lips in appreciation for what had just happened. The taste of his own seed didn�t bother him and he pulled at the swollen lips until he heard Miroku moan. He slid his knee between the monk�s, parting his legs until he was pressed against the other man�s need. He moved his leg against the engorged length, eliciting several more sounds from the mortal. Since he didn�t want to have to instruct Jaken to clean Miroku�s pants again, he parted the robes and released the trapped part out into the night.
Miroku�s eyes never left his own as he took the monk�s own hand and moved it to encourage him to pleasure himself. Miroku didn�t need much persuasion and he grasped himself and slid his hands up and down, slowly at first, then with increasing speed and urgency. The entire time, they maintained eye contact and Sesshomaru placed his hand over Miroku�s, letting his fingers trail behind the human�s. Miroku cried out then and Sesshomaru closed his hand over the head to catch the liquid that shot out. He saw that none landed on Miroku�s clothing and wiped his hand in the grass, never breaking the gaze he held with the monk.
Miroku fought his eyes as they tried to close and Sesshomaru smiled for him, feeling pleased and content for now. Finally, the monk lost the fight and his body went limp. Sesshomaru adjusted the other man�s clothing so that he was decent, then looked around their location for any threats. When he found none, he let himself relax and used Miroku�s shoulder as a pillow as he fell asleep.
To be continued�
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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