Confessions Under the Influence

I don't own Inu-yasha. ::sigh:: If I did, you can bet I would do more than just play with his cute little ears!

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Kuru here, this chapter is the reason for the up in the rating. It was supposed to happen last chapter, but it turned out longer than Soul~chan and I had anticipated so it happens now. Suck it up, humans. Ooh, bad pun!

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Chapter Four: Uncertainty

Miroku opened his mouth to protest, but a look from the older man silenced him.

"We shall have time later to play: I will have you now."

The dark-haired teen's head spun at the implications of this. Later? Was Soumaoumaru going to keep him around? From what he could remember of demon reproduction, their period of heat could last anywhere from a few days to a few weeks, depending on the species. He was distracted from his thoughts, however, when his legs were spread wide. He knew what was coming so he forced himself to relax, trying to concentrate on the beautiful contents of the room so as to block out the pain of being on this end of such an encounter. The teen was surprised when something significantly smaller than Sesshoumaru's well-endowed self entered him.

He looked up in confusion, "What--"

"I'm preparing you, baka. Did you think I would just take you without warning?" The sheepish blush on the human's face told him all he needed to know and he looked archly at him as he added another oil-slicked finger, "Just because I happen to be a youkai, doesn't mean I take pleasure from another's pain." Sesshoumaru regarded him closely, "It wouldn't do any good to damage you the first day."

Miroku bit his lip at the slight pain of a third finger as the youkai continued to stretch him; then, just as suddenly as the pain abated, he was left empty holding back an undignified whimper at the loss of contact. He didn't have to wait long however as the demons strong hand closed over his weeping erection, bringing a cry of pleasure from him and succeeding in it's attempt to distract him. The human didn't even realize that Sesshoumaru had sheathed himself fully in his body until he was pulling out at an agonizingly slow pace. One clawed thumb ran over the head as the demon continued to thrust into the writhing body. Another hand stole underneath Miroku, lifting his rear to change the angle. Sesshoumaru, it seemed, was strong enough to practically hold him suspended in mid air.

The new angle made Miroku see stars. He cried out wordlessly and wrapped his legs around the waist of the kneeling youkai. Reaching out blindly for anything his hands found Sesshoumaru's chest again, cold glass beads trailing over a pale nipple. Up until this point, Sesshoumaru had been mostly silent--his earlier brief conversation had been the only time he had uttered a sound--but the sensation of being inside the virgin boy coupled with the frantic caresses was too much for him and he groaned at the intensity of it all. Miroku was being driven over the edge and the sounds now coming from the tacit demon were enough to bring him to a mind-shattering climax, screaming his captor's name over and over again.

Sesshoumaru continued to pound into the youth, drawing out the orgasm as he continually struck his prostate, stroking him past climax. Reveling in the oblivion of it all, Miroku threw his head back, mouth working soundlessly, showcasing the sinuous curves of his neck. The white-haired youkai finished with a barely audible moan at the sight; he coled--ed--amazingly he eve even that gracefully--to the side of Miroku, cradling the human to him with a sigh.

Miroku trembled in the demon's arms, violet eyes shut tight, trying to ward out what he had just done. He had betrayed Inu-yasha, betrayed him with his most bitter rival. He had betrayed his love for the hanyou. And yet, while it had lasted, the sweet nothingness that had embraced him had temporarily healed the hole in his heart. But it was still not enough ae wae wanted more. The thought sickened him.

"You are thinking of my brother."

The monk looked up into those startling gold eyes, feeling--not for the first time--that this youkai had the power to read minds.

"So there is something between you," he rubbed the boy's neck thoughtfully, "but he has yet to mark you."

"There--there isn't anything . . ." Miroku protested miserably.

Sesshoumaru's face betrayed nothing, "I see. Forget about him; you will never see him or his wenches again."

Miroku felt his heart stop. Sesshoumaru was going to kill him. Or was he going to keep him? He couldn't make sense of anything right then: the world had been stood on its head and all the money was falling out of its pockets and into the oblivion of space. Either way, it was for the best. Could he have looked the one who held his heart in the eye after what he had done?

He didn't have time to think further as Sesshoumaru was over him again, claiming his lips possessively and smoothly massaging his slim thighs.

"Slower this time."

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"Inu-yasha, we're lost, aren't we?"

The hanyou looked at the girl briefly before returning to sniffing the air for any familiar scents at all. Kagome was taken aback at the anguish in bright golden eyes that she loved to see on those rare occasions that they sparkled with happiness. The boy was taking this harder than he should have. They were all upset of course, Miroku was a very dear friend and comrade to all of them, but that look in his eyes was that of deepest despair. She remembered her mother giving her that same look when her father had died.

The thought made her blink. Did Inu-yasha *love* Miroku? The two were undoubtedly close, one could say like brothers, but that analogy didn't really work in the dog-eared boy's case. Kagome felt the same way about Sango: the girl was like the older sister she never had. But were they, in fact, lovers? Her mind spun at the implications of this and she glanced worriedly over at Sango. The girl was sitting on a rock, absently petting the small cat youkai, a steely glint in her eyes. The taijiya had certainly had more than her share of hardships in her life and thoaramaramel orbs always held a haunted look that distressed Kagome. What would this knowledgf trf true, do to her? She didn't seem too fond of the houshi at times, knocking him unconscious rather seemed to be a hobby of hers, but if you looked the right way, you just knew. If you looked the right way, she seemed so fragile.

"It's been two days," Sango's voice was hollow.

Kagome looked up at the sky, the horizon, beginning to tint with dusk. She nodded decisively. If Inu-yasha loved Miroku, he deserved to be happy. She would not stand in the way; after all, she had said the same for Kikyou. Just because she was seemingly out of the picture, did not mean that the hanyou would come running into her arms. It was enough just to know him, to stay by his side.

"He's alive Sango, and Inu-yasha will find him. I know he will."

She had said this to the human girl, but it had it's desired effect upon both her and Inu-yasha. His adorable white ears perked up and he seemed to put more effort into determining where exactly they were. Kagome was happy that she was still able to cheer his spirits, still able to be his friend and pillar of strength through all that he had and would still have to face.

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Miroku sat back against the cool trunk of the willow and sighed, taking in the expanse of riotous blooms that made up the garden. This accounted for the bit of pink that had caught his eye when he had first arrived the previous morning. Other colors--delicate white and vibrant orange and stately purple--were present as well, but the overwhelming prescence of the gentle pink filled most of the space. No doubt because of the young human girl the demon lord could be seen traveling with at times. What was her name? Rin. That was it. But Miroku had seen no one other thasshosshoumaru during his entire stay, not even that toad Jaken had been around. Obviously, someone was bringing his meals and keeping the place clean, but to the casual eye, it would seem to be inhabited only by one solitary monk.

He had not been mistreated in anyway during his stay, having been fed and allowed to roam free. The houshi knew he if escaped he wouldn't get very far, but he didnven ven know if escape was really what he wanted anymore. As the sun set in a blaze of fire the slight crunch of gravel greeted his ears. The sound was almost non-existent, if the source of it hadn't been immediately next to him, he might not have heard it. He looked up to find the demon lord leaning almost casually against the tree, the look in his piercing eyes expectant. Miroku didn't move. The youkai was not dressed in his usual white robes, but rather in more casual ones of a deep blue. The effect was entirely disconcerting and the raven-haired teen didn't know quite how to deal with this 'new' Sesshoumaru. A low growl brought him out of his thoughts and he rose to his feet, finding himself pinned to the smooth bark before he could even speak.

Their encounters usually started like this. He could be eating, napping, or just relaxing and the youkai would appear out of the blue and wordlessly ravish him. After their first time together, the older man had spoken few words to him, falling back into his usually taciturn state. So far the monk had been taken in the library, the dinning room, the hallway, and anywhere else you could think of on top of the all-night marathon the snowy-haired demon had insisted on. It seemed the gardens were the next spot on the agenda.

His clothing was hurriedly removed by experienced hands as his mouth was plundered by the equally experienced tongue. He responded, his resistence melting under the fiery passion as it did each time the youkai touched him. Beginning to feel dizzy, Miroku knew not just from the intensity of the kiss, he tried to pull away, but Sesshoumaru needed to breathe less-often and seemed to enjoy pushing the human past his limits. Finally relenting, Sesshoumaru moved from his mouth, instead fanging the delicate skin of his neck and listening to the human greedily suck in air as his claws trailed smoothly down his now naked sides. He pulled back slightly and Miroku felt the last vestiges of his clothing slide away from his back as the demon loosened his own clothes. The houshi was now fully naked in the starlit twilight of the newly-fallen evening and he watched quietly as Sesshoumaru's alabaster body revealed itself with the shedding of the dark yukata.

Stopping briefly to loosen the ties of his hakama, Sesshoumaru's claws traced the soft lips of his prize. Miroku understood the order. Oil had only been used the first time and since then his saliva had been the only lubrication. It was more painful, to be sure, but complaining wouldn't do him any good. The teen took the proferred fingers into his mouth and sucked carefully, aware of the claws currently scraping the roof of his mouth and the poison contained therein. He was pushed back into the tree, his robes puddled at his feet and hoisted with the demons free arm so that his feet dangled and he could almost see over the top of his head. Seemingly satisfied, Sesshoumaru removed his finger from the boy's mouth as his slim legs viced around his waist and began stretching him.

Sesshoumaru smirked as the monk clung to him, warm breath tickling his smooth chest, soft moans escaping from the supple throat as the youkai's claws brushed his pleasure spot. Deciding the preparations had been adequate, the silent youkai slipped his member from his low-riding hakama and slammed into the slim body, pinning it to the tree with the force of his thrust. Miroku screamed as the demon lord filled him and the bark pressed into his back the papery fibers drawing blood from the thin scratches. The smell of blood filled his senses and his thrusts became almost frantic as he feasted on the pale flesh of the human's shoulders and chest. Miroku was arching against him, his erection trapped between their heated bodies, staring wide-eyed at the star dusted sky and the newly-risen crescent of the waning moon.

"Sesshoumaru!" Miroku cried out and gripped the muscular shoulders as the demon pounded into the bundle of nerves buried deep within him. Besides his cries and moans of pleasure, the garden was quiet, the slap of skin on skin ringing harshly in the silence. He climaxed violently, the heat of his seed spreading between their sweat-slicked torsos. Melting bonelessly into the still unsatisfied demon, Miroku's breaths came in quick pants as he rode out his orgasmic high. With a grunt--the sound startling the dark-haired human--Sesshoumaru finished and Miroku was surprised to notice his uneven breathing.

The demon pulled out and, quickly fixing his clothes with one hand as he held up Miroku with the other, and lifted the boy into his arms, cradling his naked form as he glided back into the castle, his luminous hthe the only thing distinguishing him from the shadowy night. Miroku dimly realized that his clothes were being left in the moonlit garden but he found himself too tire to care and knew that there would be no use for them until the morning anyway.

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"I know where we are. I recognize this place," Inu-yasha set Kagome down and scanned the darkening landscape. It was evening of the third day. He glanced over at Kagome who looked dead on her feet even though he had been carrying her the whole way, "If I keep going through the night, I'll reach Sesshoumaru's mansion by dawn. I want you all to stay here. You're exhausted and I can't have you getting in the way."

"But Inu-yasha--" Sango protested. She looked tired as well and even Kirara in her giant form shook her head as if fighting to stay awake. Shippou was a little sleeping ball of fluff in her arms.

Kagome cut her off, "He's right, Sango. I know you want to go and I do to, but we'll only get in the way in the state we're id thd that might be the thing between getting Miroku back alive and not."

"You're right," Sango sighed, then her eyes became fierce, "Inu-yasha, you bring him back alive or I'll kill you myself!"

He smiled sadly, "I promise, Sango If I can't bring him back alive, I won't be coming at all."

And with that he left them, leaping off into the flaming horizon, not looking back to see the pained look on Kagome's face or the one of confusion on Sango's.

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Hola! Sorry about the wait, but here's the fourth chapter and a massive lemon! Gah! Almost this whole thing is a lemon! Oh well, there was plot too, heh heh, kinda. Anyway, I was looking back over my past chapters and I remarked in the first that I had intended to make this a one-shot. I don't know what sort of drug I was on at the time, but it must've been good because I have no idea how I would've accomplished *that*. But anyway, thanks and cookies to Jade Phoenix, ionay, and darthsciphla. And D! Hiya! Love has three chappies now, just to let you know, will be sending them along to Cosmic Castaway soon, but feel free to review here ::coughreviewcough:: Anyway, love it? Hate it? Let me know!
Soul~chan