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Poison
By : Xakana
Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male
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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: If Sesshomaru refused, what would Miroku do?
Poison Chapter 4
Miroku awoke the next morning with a pleasantly warm weight on his shoulder and something sharply poking him in the ribs. He opened his eyes and looked down, just barely stopping himself from jumping up at what he saw. Sesshomaru�s head was resting on him, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open. Miroku wiggled away a little when he realized what was poking him was Sesshomaru�s armor. One of the shoulder spikes was digging into his side. Sesshomaru sat up immediately at the action and looked around, instantly alert. His left sleeve had twitched towards Miroku and the monk realized that if Sesshomaru had still had his arm there, he would now be held down by it. As it was, he was only pinned by the golden glare the youkai was shooting him.
Miroku frowned as he tried to remember the night before. He could remember kissing Sesshomaru before he was poisoned, but then there was a blank spot. He had flashes of colors, the sound of Sesshomaru�s moan� �Sesshomaru�s moan?� Miroku thought. He tried to remember what had caused it, but he kept drawing a blank. He was missing almost the entire night. His frown deepened. This had never happened before. Certainly, thoughts were confused and jumbled, but he had never simply lost the memories.
�What is it?� Sesshomaru asked. Miroku looked up at him.
�I can�t remember last night,� he answered. Sesshomaru�s gaze changed intensity for a few moments and then he looked away. Miroku was frustrated by his inability to read the youkai�s emotions. �What are you thinking?� Miroku asked, tired of being in the dark.
�You don�t recall anything?�
�I remember� I remember some colors and shapes. And I remember you�� Miroku concentrated and a flash of Sesshomaru�s hand on his as he masturbated filled his mind. �Uh� helping me,� he said, blushing. Sesshomaru looked down at him and Miroku definitely saw amusement in his eyes.
�You don�t remember declaring your undying love for me?� Sesshomaru asked, his lip twitching. Miroku stared at him in horror.
�My what?� he exclaimed. Sesshomaru laughed and Miroku felt a chill run up his spine.
�No, you simply told me that I was worth dying for,� Sesshomaru said, turning away.
�Is he� teasing me?� Miroku thought, surprised. �I� said that?� Miroku asked.
�Yes,� Sesshomaru replied. �So answer this� if I refused to ever do this with you again, would you try to force me?�
�No!� Miroku said, taken aback. �I would never force myself on anyone.�
�You begged me, that first night. You nearly attacked me. Why should I believe that if I said it was over, that you would stop?�
�Because�� Miroku looked at the ground. �That was the last time,� Miroku answered. He meant it, every word of it. Sesshomaru could smell that he was telling the truth and was vaguely upset when the boy stood and ran away. He dismissed it as easily as he had dismissed the strange emotion that had gripped him when he woke up on Miroku�s shoulder. He hadn�t slept with another person in over a hundred years and the feeling wasn�t unpleasant. He hadn�t been trying to end their game, but merely testing the waters. He had no idea how often he could poison Miroku without the monk dying. He had wanted to see how long it took, or if it could go on indefinitely.
Still, it was better that it stopped. A less dangerous human would make a better subject. Sesshomaru rose to his feet and glanced at the sun rising over the horizon. He blinked in surprise. It was higher than he had ever allowed himself to sleep. He walked to Rin�s camp to check on the girl and his retainer. They were fine�bickering as usual�but fine. He heard one of Jaken�s comments and frowned, searching the ground for a stone to punish him with. Sometimes the toad would say things that he found inappropriate to ever say around a child and he would have to remind him that Rin wasn�t his plaything.
Jaken shrieked and groveled when the stone impacted his head and Sesshomaru felt a certain amount of satisfaction. His aim was perfect, as always and his retainer was reminded of his place. Rin beamed at him and he looked away. He was often disconcerted how easily she could cause him to nearly slip the control that he had spent centuries perfecting. The sight of her smile had nearly brought his own. He usually only allowed himself to smile when he was so amused he just could not contain it. Preferably to warn someone that they were about to die and let them know that he would enjoy it. He had offered Miroku a smile the night before because he was truly pleased with the monk�s performance.
He waited until Rin ate the rice ball she had saved for breakfast, and then resumed their journey. But now he was distracted. No matter how he tried to focus on his goal, his thoughts kept drifting back to the monk. He had detoured by half a day before he broke from his thoughts to realize that he was instinctively moving towards the scents of Miroku and the rest of his brother�s party. He almost turned them all around in resentment, but the anger faded as fast as it had come and he accepted the path his feet had chosen on their own.
When he caught his brother�s scent, he changed direction enough that he wouldn�t walk into their midst. The wind changed and he quickly widened the distance, knowing even the half-breed would be able to smell him this close. He didn�t know if it would be enough, though. If the boy caught his scent, he might force a confrontation and Sesshomaru just wasn�t interested. He was still stinging over Naraku�s latest deception with the shard and, for once, didn�t want to kill the hanyo. He felt embarrassed and disgraced for allowing himself to be tricked and wanted to avoid fighting again.
Thankfully, there was no confrontation that day or that night. Unfortunately, Miroku kept his word. Sesshomaru tempted fate and got as close to the camp as he could, staying downwind. It wasn�t close enough to see much, but he did get a glimpse of one of the mortal females sitting with Miroku. He was surprised when Miroku was slapped, not having seen what instigated the attack, and then left alone. Before he could find a better place to see the goings on, the twin-tailed fire cat leapt out at him. Startled, he stepped back and frowned at her hissing. He didn�t understand why she was attacking him, but her paw swiped out, baring deadly claws and he retreated.
�She seemed to be trying to prevent me from getting closer. She has never stalked me like that before, despite the many times our groups have clashed,� he mused. �It seemed personal this time.�
The next few days Sesshomaru shadowed his brother�s group, but Miroku didn�t come. He finally decided that the monk wasn�t going to come back and started moving his people back onto their previous path. That was the night that the monk came. He was disheveled, sweating and looked almost panicked. Sesshomaru�s hackles rose and he scented the air, but it was only Miroku. He watched him come near and fall to his hands and knees, digging his fingers in the earth. He looked as though he had lost something or someone very important.
�I couldn�t�� Miroku said. Sesshomaru waited for him to continue, curious about the desperate behavior. �I need it�� Miroku continued. �I think I�m dying,� he hissed. �It�s killing me.� Sesshomaru frowned. His poison shouldn�t be a cure for its own addiction. As soon as he thought it, he made the connection. Miroku was acting like someone who had been drinking sake every day for a long time, only to have it taken away. He was addicted� to Sesshomaru.
�You will not die,� Sesshomaru scoffed. Miroku stared up at him, his eyes too large, his breathing ragged.
�Are you saying no?� Miroku asked, more than a hint of desperation in his voice.
�And if I am?� Sesshomaru asked. Miroku started shaking violently, his hands clutching the earth.
�You can�t,� he whispered harshly. Sesshomaru gave him his most condescending look.
�Can�t I?� he mocked. Miroku looked on the verge of tears and Sesshomaru turned away in horror. He had certainly made Jaken cry several times, but he had never seen a mortal weep at his feet. He didn�t intend to do so now, either. He walked away, waiting until the scent of saltwater disappeared. He avoided looking at Miroku until he heard the rustle of cloth and the sound of a body hitting the earth. He looked back and Miroku was lying on his back, his eyes wide and his body shaking so badly that Sesshomaru wondered if he was about to go into convulsions.
�You can,� Miroku admitted, his words trembling with his body. Sesshomaru stepped over to him and knelt by his body. Miroku�s eyes met his and he looked away. The raw pain there cried out for death as surely as a mortal wound. What disturbed him the most was that he wanted to erase it. He wanted to give Miroku what he was asking. He wanted to see the euphoria in the mortal�s eyes as his poison worked its way through his body. He wanted to hear the poetry of his deluded mind. He wanted to hold him down and find release in him.
But something was bothering him about it, aside from the betrayal of his heart to want to help yet another human. Wasn�t Rin enough for the traitorous thing? He had kissed Miroku without the effects of the toxin, but it had been like a pup begging, not as a lover. Miroku�s hair had fallen into his eyes and Sesshomaru moved it back in irritation. Miroku�s trembling lessened with his touch and he stroked the back of his fingers against his cheek, observing the reaction of the monk�s body with interest. He wanted to feel the soft lips against his own, but would do nothing so submissive as instigate a kiss. He moved to straddle Miroku, relaxing his lower body against the mortal�s legs. Miroku ceased shaking completely and his expression changed. Sesshomaru watched his eyes as the indigo disappeared behind the black of his pupil and the eyelids slid down slightly. The look of pain was completely gone.
�Is it my poison or my body that you desire?� Sesshomaru asked. Miroku�s eyes closed.
�Must I choose?�
�Yes.� Sesshomaru answered and watched Miroku�s eyes open again and look him over in a way that almost made him feel dirty. Almost�if he hadn�t wanted it. Sesshomaru blinked in surprise at his own thought. He wanted Miroku to want him. He wanted to be desired. He was so used to others craving him that it had seemed natural for the monk to do so. When he discovered that it was only his toxin that Miroku wanted, it had hurt his pride. And he had enjoyed relieving some pressure with the boy. But if he was only doing it in a drug-induced haze, Sesshomaru wouldn�t be able to enjoy it anymore.
�Then I choose you,� Miroku answered. Sesshomaru felt the tension drain from his body as Miroku kissed him. He pushed back, ignoring the grunt of pain as his fang nicked Miroku�s lip and the force of his own kiss slammed the monk�s head into the ground. He kissed him violently, releasing the strain that he kept himself under when Miroku didn�t try to get away. Instead, he felt the other man�s hands slink into his hair and pull his head down harder. He adjusted himself so that the spikes of his armor weren�t impaling Miroku, but rather, resting to each side of his chest and ground himself against his own armor, in turn grinding it into Miroku.
Miroku moaned at the pressure building in his body. He wanted to get Sesshomaru out of the damned armor, though. It was too harsh against him, being nearly painful. It was preventing them from meeting intimately. He wondered if Sesshomaru made love with the armor on. He got his answer when Sesshomaru rolled them both and pulled back the plate covering his groin, letting it rest against Miroku�s torso. Miroku was startled, especially when he felt how excited the demon was to be rubbing against him. He was straining at the loose material of his hakama. Something told Miroku that it wasn�t the first contact he had experienced with this part of Sesshomaru, but he couldn�t remember much about their last encounter.
That was the main reason he had fought off the sick feeling he had been suffering for days now and chosen just the youkai. He wanted to remember this. He wanted to know what he had done. And just Sesshomaru�s touch had calmed some of the desperation to a level where he could tolerate it. It had awakened his lust to a new height he hadn�t known he could feel, though. He bent forward, catching himself with his hands on either side of Sesshomaru, pushing the armor plate down as far as it would go. He moved against the youkai, seeking pressure and friction. While he found some, it wasn�t enough and he pressed harder, desperately seeking satisfaction.
Sesshomaru put a hand in the center of his chest and pushed him back, never breaking eye contact. �Undress.� Sesshomaru watched him, his face showing no sign of emotion at the words. But Miroku could see the lust there. It was faint, but he knew what he was looking for. So he stood and kicked off his sandals, pulled off his robes and slid out of his pants. He was surprised to see that all Sesshomaru did was release himself from his hakama. Miroku stood over him, uncertain and almost reached back for his robes when Sesshomaru sat forward, grabbed his hand and pulled him down. Miroku was brought to his knees, straddling Sesshomaru. �Do what you did before,� Sesshomaru said.
Miroku tried to remember what it was he did before, but just drew a blank. He looked helplessly at Sesshomaru, who offered him no indication of what it was he was expected to do. Miroku looked down, his heart racing and pulled his wrist from Sesshomaru�s grasp. After a moment of fumbling, Sesshomaru reached around and pressed his head down. Miroku finally understood and took Sesshomaru in his mouth. The hand at the back of his head disappeared to press the armor flat backwards so that Sesshomaru could watch him. Miroku again wondered why the taiyoukai didn�t simply undress, but he lost the thought when he saw the way a simple stroke of his tongue could cause Sesshomaru�s entire body to jerk like he was a puppet on strings.
Miroku tried just moving his head up and down, but that quickly grew tiring and didn�t seem� right to him. He began rolling his tongue while sucking and Sesshomaru made a soft sound. Encouraged, Miroku tried to see how much he could move of just the inside of his mouth for a few minutes, then began sliding his head up and down with it, keeping his lips over his teeth. Sesshomaru grabbed his head and pulled him back by his hair and Miroku blinked in confusion, feeling fuzzy as his concentration was broken.
Sesshomaru pulled his head towards his and Miroku leaned forward to catch the lips offered him. The armor rubbed scratchily against his chest and he had to move so far forward that Sesshomaru�s need was pressed against his butt. As he pulled back, he saw a look cross Sesshomaru�s features that was the only warning he had before he was pushed back against the waiting part. Miroku gasped in shock and pain and went very still. Sesshomaru�s hand reached around his armor and took Miroku�s right hand, placing it over his own desperate part before he thrust upwards with his hips. Miroku clutched himself with his right fingertips, trying not to press the prayer beads into the sensitive flesh as his left fingers intertwined with Sesshomaru�s. Sesshomaru guided him to start rocking up and down against him and Miroku closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on the pattern they were establishing.
He had to adjust his position a few times before the discomfort eased and a surprising jolt of pleasure started coming each time Sesshomaru buried himself entirely in him. He started rocking harder, trying to get that spot hit over and over as he worked himself. As the climax began to build in him, his movements became almost violent and he didn�t even notice that he was bending Sesshomaru�s fingers back or that the youkai was just as lost in the moment as he. His head fell back and his eyes shut tight when it hit and he could hear Sesshomaru cry out beneath him as he tried to just breathe. White patches obscured his vision and he pushed up with his knees as it started to fade, pulling off of Sesshomaru, who was spent.
He collapsed on his side, breathing heavily, his hand still clutching Sesshomaru�s weakly. The youkai�s eyes were wide and his breathing was ragged, his fingers still wrapped tightly around Miroku�s. The monk checked to see that he had finished, but the armor had fallen back in place and the motion was the last thing he had the energy for. He wanted to wipe his hand clean, but he didn�t have the strength. Sesshomaru released his hand and turned his head to lock gazes with him. The indifference omnipresent in the amber eyes was missing. For the first time, Miroku thought Sesshomaru looked young and relaxed.
Miroku turned away, trying not to think about the sick feeling already settling into his stomach and the remedy being just a hand span away. A chill swept over his body and he rolled over to lie on Sesshomaru�s fur. He slung an arm across the hard armor, wishing, yet again, that Sesshomaru would remove it. He slid his fingers across it, trying to ignore how dirty they felt and reached for the tie that would remove it, but one glance from Sesshomaru stopped him. Sesshomaru glared at the offending hand and Miroku lifted it off the armor.
�You need a bath,� Sesshomaru informed him. Miroku�s eyebrows went up.
�That�s as much your fault as mine,� he countered. Sesshomaru�s lip twitched.
�You are lying on my arm.�
�So?�
�Move your hand higher,� Sesshomaru said. Miroku lifted it higher from the armor, but one look at Sesshomaru�s face said that wasn�t what he meant, so he lifted it to the youkai�s face. Sesshomaru leaned forward and pulled the fingers into his mouth, sucking. His tongue bathed Miroku�s hand until he felt nothing but saliva. �I�m not cleaning the rest of you in the same manner,� Sesshomaru informed him and Miroku blushed.
�I would hope not,� Miroku said. �Because I wouldn�t really want to clean you in that way, either.� Disgust passed across Sesshomaru�s face.
�Did you make a mess of my clothing?�
�No, you did,� Miroku answered. Sesshomaru shot him a dirty look, but Miroku only smiled. Sesshomaru rolled his eyes back to the sky, sighing. Miroku was surprised when the youkai rolled to his feet in one fluid motion as though he hadn�t looked exhausted just a moment before. Miroku thudded to the ground, immediately missing the warmth of the other man�s body. Sesshomaru looked down at him and he forced himself to sit up, feeling very shaky. He grabbed his robe to cover his nudity, but carried his pants and stumbled after Sesshomaru.
He was not happy to see the stream that the youkai had chosen to clean up in. It looked ice cold. Sesshomaru sat down and pulled off his boots. Miroku was fascinated to watch him as he pulled off his tabi and then his hakama. Still, Sesshomaru didn�t remove his armor or kimono. He looked at the stain on his hakama and Miroku was surprised to see his own blood there. He had thought it hurt, but he hadn�t realized that it had caused him to bleed. �I suppose that�s the price of having rough sex with a youkai,� Miroku thought. He tried to ignore the throbbing that had taken up residence in his posterior and pondered how he was going to clean himself and maintain his dignity at the same time. �What dignity?� Miroku thought, remembering his pathetic begging for Sesshomaru to infect him again.
He finally decided just to sit in the water and wash himself carefully. So he dropped his robes on the bank and did just that. The cold seemed to sink into his bones and he didn�t have the energy to get back out of the water. It took all he had not to fall back into it and just drown. At that moment, it sounded like a peaceful way to go.
�Are you going to sit in there until your lower half freezes off?� Sesshomaru asked. Miroku didn�t bother looking at him. He was too tired. A moment later, a cool, wet hand reached under his arm and pulled him out. Miroku let himself collapse on the grass. Sesshomaru was frowning down at him. �You are fevered,� he said.
�I�m freezing,� Miroku responded. Sesshomaru knelt by him and pulled him into a sitting position. Miroku was weak and trembling and the thought of holding himself up was almost too much, so he leaned forward until he was resting on Sesshomaru�s fur again. Sesshomaru pulled Miroku�s robes over his shoulder and the monk shoved his arms into the sleeves. He fumbled at the tie, but gave up when his cold fingers couldn�t seem to work properly. Sesshomaru wasn�t very gentle as he tugged the robes into place, but he tied them for Miroku.
�This is beneath me, you know,� Sesshomaru grumbled. Miroku glanced up at him, trying to focus, but everything seemed fuzzy and far away. He felt very light, like he was no longer attached to his body. �Miroku?� Sesshomaru shook him a little, but the monk was losing consciousness.
�I�m sorry,� Miroku managed to whisper, then everything went dark.
To be continued�
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