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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: Note: Story is all finished! Enjoy!
Poison Chapter 1
Miroku blocked Sesshomaru�s swing with his staff, gritting his teeth against the impact. He spun around, desperately trying to find where the taiyoukai had vanished. A moment later, pain lanced through his arm and he dropped his staff. The world reeled and he went to his hands and knees, nauseas and lightheaded, clutching the ground as though it would cause his perspective to stop spinning out of control. He had a moment to fear that this was the end, and then everything went black.
�Miroku!� Sango cried, flinging Hiraikotsu at Sesshomaru, who dodged it easily. Kagome looked around the clearing from her position on the ground, having been knocked there by the rampaging youkai. InuYasha was still unconscious a meter or so away and Kagome crawled slowly to him. She didn�t know what had pissed Sesshomaru off, but he was frenzied with fury. His eyes flashed red, his claws dripped with poison and his fangs were bared in a snarl. He kept looking slightly past everyone, as though he wasn�t really seeing them. Kagome�s vision was blurred from the blow to the head she had taken from Sesshomaru when he had jumped out from the trees at the beginning of the battle. She shook InuYasha, calling his name, but the hanyo didn�t move.
She watched Sesshomaru battle with Sango, who was enraged in her own right and spotted the cause of his crazed state. A black glow emanated from his throat, a corrupted shard of the Sacred Jewel. �Sango!� Kagome called. The demon slayer glanced her way. �In his throat, there�s a shard,� Kagome yelled, then closed her eyes against the wave of pain that ran down her body from her head to her stomach. She fought the urge to be sick and resumed shaking InuYasha. The hanyo finally opened his eyes and sat up, his hand going to the knot on the back of his head. Kagome was only glad that Sesshomaru had seemed to forget he had a sword.
Finally, Sango achieved her goal with Hiraikotsu and Sesshomaru went down from a heavy blow to the back of his head. He held out one clawed hand as he hit his knees, softly calling one name, �Rin�� before he collapsed utterly.
Sango ran to Miroku, lifting his head and yelling at him to wake up. Kagome feared the worst when Miroku�s head lolled boneless on his neck. Sango supported the monk�s head and Kagome forced herself to stand and walk over to the pair. Kirara growled as she opened her eyes, but didn�t seem ready to stand up yet. Shippo was sitting up and rubbing his head, glaring at Sesshomaru�s prone form.
�Is he�?� Kagome whispered as she came up behind Sango. She started to lose her balance, but InuYasha caught her and steadied her. She held onto his arm, not trusting her legs at that moment.
�He�s alive,� Sango said. Miroku opened his eyes and groaned. Kagome gasped at the sight of him. His pupils were completely dilated, despite the bright sun pouring down on him. He was shaking and looking wildly about, muttering something that Kagome couldn�t understand. After about a minute of this, while Sango held him down to keep him from trying to stand while she examined him, he relaxed and his eyes focused in on her. Then the problem wasn�t trying to move his robes to see under them, but keeping him from removing them completely. They seemed to reach a compromise with his robes pooled around his waist. There was a small scratch on his arm that had a large black bruise around it.
�Sesshomaru�s poison claws,� InuYasha said darkly.
�Will he be alright?� Sango asked.
�Yeah, doesn�t look like he got a full dose. Probably just grazed him. Still, it�s gotta hurt like hell.� Despite InuYasha�s words, Miroku didn�t seem to be in pain. On the contrary, he was smiling and trying harder than ever to grope Sango. She finally had to just hold his hands tightly to keep them from wandering. It didn�t stop his eyes or his mouth, unfortunately. Kagome turned scarlet at some of the things he was saying and decided she would leave him to his delirium. InuYasha seemed to agree with her, because he was right by her side as she walked off. Sango finally grunted and shoved the monk away, standing and walking out of his reach. He continued to mumble and after a few moments, Sango returned to hold his hands down once again to keep him from embarrassing himself.
After a while, the effects of the poison seemed to decrease and Miroku fell back into a state of fevered unconsciousness. He mumbled nonsensically and sweated, tossing and turning, then finally went still. Kagome watched InuYasha watching Sesshomaru and asked him what he was thinking.
�I could kill him, so easily.� InuYasha was sitting in his traditional �watchdog� pose, his hands between his feet, squatting on the ground, ready to leap or slink away.
�Then why don�t you?� Shippo asked irritably, rubbing the sore spot on his head. �You�re always trying to kill each other.�
�It wasn�t his fault this time,� Kagome explained. �He was being manipulated by that tainted shard.� She knelt by the prone taiyoukai and touched the foul splinter. She hooked her fingernail under it and pulled it out, relieved that it slid out easily. As she touched it, it purified, clearing to pink and Sesshomaru�s hand grabbed her wrist. Kagome dropped the shard she had just pulled out and stared at him in fear. InuYasha jumped to his feet, grabbing Tetsusaiga and glared at his brother. Sesshomaru released Kagome and sat up, glancing around. He touched his throat and looked at the sliver Kagome had dropped.
He then looked around at the clearing and his eyes widened, his mouth opening slightly. �Did I�� Sesshomaru rose to his feet and Kagome backed away, picking up the jewel fragment as she stood. �Where is Rin?�
�That kid?� InuYasha asked. �Haven�t seen her.� InuYasha had resisted drawing his sword, but his hand hadn�t left the hilt since the moment he saw Sesshomaru�s eyes twitch. Sesshomaru looked confused and his brother was being very careful not to startle him, treating him like a wounded animal. Miroku�s eyes opened and Sesshomaru looked over when he heard the exclamation of pain from the monk. He glanced down at his claws when he saw the wound on Miroku�s bicep.
�Why did you not kill me, little brother?� Sesshomaru asked, still examining the blood on his claws.
�What�s the fun in killing you while you�re sleeping?� InuYasha responded. Sesshomaru glanced up, but InuYasha was looking away. The taiyoukai nodded once, then walked away. No one tried to stop him and he didn�t spare them so much as a backward glance. Miroku watched the demon lord walk away and wondered what Sesshomaru had done to him.
He had felt� euphoric. There had been pain, and moments where he thought he would die; but what he remembered most vividly was the way everything had faded around him into the surreal, like the reflection in a pond when a stone is dropped into the water. Then Sango had appeared in the water and it took him a moment to reach her, but he did and they were alone, or so he thought, and she was trying to remove his clothing. He was so happy and he tried to help, but she kept pushing his hands away. Still, she wasn�t slapping him, so he thought it might be a game and finally let her stop at his waist, as she obviously wanted.
He tried to undress her then, but she wouldn�t let him and he was confused. What sort of game was this? She had removed his robes, but only partly and had only touched his arm. As amazing as that contact had been�feeling like every fiber of his being was being touched at once�he had hoped she would move forward. When she didn�t and wouldn�t let him, he didn�t know what to do. Then she was gone and he was alone, remembering her touch. He couldn�t see anyone else around and the need for release was so unbearable, he had tried to relieve himself, but then she reappeared and stopped him. She had simply stepped from the dark mist, materializing in front of him.
Then the euphoria faded and he couldn�t remember anything that followed. When he next opened his eyes, he was back in the fight with Sesshomaru, only he was still half-clothed and the youkai was calm. He wasn�t certain what had happened, but he had a fearful idea. He realized Sesshomaru must have poisoned him and the phantasmagoria was his mind�s translation of his body�s reaction. He had no idea why it happened, but it fascinated him. When InuYasha had been poisoned by Sesshomaru, he hadn�t mentioned anything like Miroku had experienced. Perhaps the poison affected youkai and hanyo differently? Or perhaps it had been the very low dose. Miroku mused over the matter for the entire rest of the day.
In fact, he couldn�t get it out of his mind. What Sesshomaru had inadvertently done to him haunted him like the best dream ever dreamt. Despite the pain at the beginning and end, he wanted it again. It was an obsession he couldn�t get past. He tried to forget it, but it had him tossing and turning rather than sleeping. He got up in the middle of the night, frustrated and sweating. He began walking in the direction he had last seen Sesshomaru, hoping to ask him what was going on. Certainly the demon lord had seen survivors of his poison before. Maybe he was still being affected by it and if so, he hoped there was an antidote, because he couldn�t think of anything else.
As he drew nearer to the youkai he saw him kneeling on the ground, bent over something. He must have sensed Miroku because his head suddenly shot up, his eyes flashing in the dark as though lit from within. There was no noise and he was gone for a moment only to return to view standing right in front of Miroku. The monk took a step back in fear, feeling as though he was being hunted. The sense passed as Sesshomaru ceased moving and just stared, examining him. Miroku couldn�t speak, because he didn�t know what to say. Now that he was here, it seemed a foolhardy idea to have come. Still, he couldn�t just turn and walk away. His eyes roamed down to Sesshomaru�s hand and he was almost tempted to provoke the youkai into a fight. But there was more of a chance he would simply get his head ripped off or slashed into nothing by Toukijin, so he remained still for a moment.
�Why have you come here?� Sesshomaru finally asked, obviously tired of their staring game. Miroku looked up and swallowed hard.
�You poisoned me earlier,� Miroku finally stated, his heart in his throat.
�Do you wish me to apologize?� Sesshomaru asked, looking vaguely amused. Miroku opened his mouth to say �I need the antidote.�
�I want you to do it again.� The forest around them was silent, not even the usual insect chatter. Miroku had startled himself with what he said. It hadn�t been what he meant to say, but it was definitely what he wanted.
�There are less painful ways to die,� Sesshomaru said.
�That�s one opinion,� Miroku muttered.
�Why come to me? If you wish to die, certainly it would have been easier to kill yourself.�
�I don�t want to die,� Miroku said. Sesshomaru�s brow knit almost imperceptibly. �I don�t want the full extent of your claws, I only want you to scratch me, as you did earlier.�
�Why?� Sesshomaru asked, obviously confused and suspicious.
�Because I enjoyed it,� Miroku spat out tetchily. He didn�t know why he was talking with the taiyoukai, it was hard to say these things, but he couldn�t think about anything else. Sesshomaru was watching him like he was some fascinating new creature never before seen, crawled out from under a rock. The silence stretched on and eventually, some insect somewhere decided to resume its buzzing, obviously having decided none of the nearby predators were out to eat it. Sesshomaru stepped forward and Miroku fought the urge to move into a defensive posture. The youkai walked a circle around him and Miroku refused to budge or track his movements.
�Show me your injury,� Sesshomaru demanded. Miroku met his eyes for a few moments, and then slid down the side of his robe, showing the bruised area. It was black and purple, with a tinge of green around the scratch itself. Sesshomaru reached out and touched it and Miroku hissed in pain. The youkai didn�t respond and brought his fingers to his nose. �You might not survive it twice,� he murmured. Miroku glared at Sesshomaru. �Does he think I don�t realize that?� Miroku thought.
�I don�t care.�
�Why?�
�Why won�t you just poison me?� Miroku growled and grabbed Sesshomaru�s hand. Sesshomaru looked at the offending hand on his and frowned when it didn�t go away.
�I am curious as to what my poison could have done to make you risk your life in such a fashion.� Miroku let go of Sesshomaru�s hand and scowled. He didn�t want to answer the question in detail, so he decided on a brief, blunt explanation.
�It was euphoric.� Miroku stared up at the sky through the leafy boughs above him and sighed. �I�ve never been insensitive, but I�ve also never felt so� alive.�
�Interesting,� Sesshomaru said. �As you were undoubtedly as far from it as possible while not dead.� Sesshomaru looked away, obviously contemplating this new information.
�You�ve never seen anyone affected this way?� Miroku asked, a little surprised.
�No. No man has ever had the occasion to discuss with me the effects of my poison on his body. Only youkai have survived it and none ever mentioned feeling euphoria. I have seen pain in their eyes, never pleasure.�
�Then this could be a first for you. Please, I want� no, I need it.� Miroku glared at Sesshomaru, grabbing the loose sleeve on his left side in desperation. Sesshomaru cocked his head to the side and considered Miroku for a while. Miroku waited impatiently, his frustration growing and his heart thundering in his ears in anticipation.
�If you die, it is your own fault,� Sesshomaru said, then raked a claw across the bruise Miroku still had bared. Miroku cried out and fell to the ground, having forgotten the intensity of the original pain. He collapsed on the grass, curling into a ball and fighting the urge to throw up. Soon, everything went dark. When his eyes opened again, everything was changed. The trees were all dancing like geisha and the stars kept growing larger and brighter. Something yellow began to grow to the side of him and he turned to look, but became frightened of the large eyes peering down at him. Magenta fires danced along beneath the golden spheres and a small flame burned over each eye, along the tips of the lashes. The moon blazed indigo above the flaming amber that was swirling like a whirlpool, dancing around the black slits that pulled like the void in Miroku�s hand.
He tried to tell the void to stop pulling at him, he didn�t want to burn, but the words tasted strange and didn�t want to leave his tongue. He tried to chew them and repeat the sentiment, but they flew away on the wind. Soon, Sesshomaru came into view past the burning orbs and Miroku was awed by the youkai�s beauty. He wanted to sample the moon that shone on his forehead and see if it tasted like it smelled. He reached out and touched the hair that floated around Sesshomaru�s face. Sesshomaru didn�t stop him and he let the silk flow through his fingers.
�You�re beautiful, did you know that?� Miroku whispered. Sesshomaru blinked and his eyes widened.
�I have been told,� Sesshomaru said. �What was it you were saying before? About fire?�
�I saw a black void, pulling me towards golden ponds that were on fire with magenta flames.� Miroku watched Sesshomaru smirk and he wanted to touch the smile to see if it was real. He reached out and brushed his fingers against Sesshomaru�s lips and the taiyoukai retreated. Miroku sat up and reached for Sesshomaru, trying to touch him. Every brush of skin was so pleasurable it was just this side of painful. Sesshomaru grabbed his arm and Miroku moaned, feeling as though the youkai had grabbed him somewhere else entirely. Sesshomaru immediately released him and stood.
Miroku didn�t feel the ground beneath him; it was more like he was floating in a warm pool of water. The grass brushing against the skin of his neck was like a lover�s fingertips caressing him. The material of his clothing moving over his flesh was erotic and he moved against it as though it were a woman. He reached out, craving contact with someone, but was alone. He remembered the last time he had believed he was alone and tried to relieve himself of his tension, Sango had really been there, so he stood and walked around, ignoring the way the ground convulsed beneath his feet. After he had walked a while, he sat down, certain he was alone and reached into his robes, grabbing himself.
He ran his hand down the shaft, barely touching and caressed the head, feeling the moisture that had already pooled there. He slid it down underneath the head, pressing into that place on him that caused the strongest reaction and his hand jerked away. He had pleasured himself before�with his libido, it was a necessity�but it had never felt like this. It didn�t seem like it was his hand, but someone else stroking him. He grasped himself, pulling at the skin, pushing it back down and his breath caught as he imagined Sango�s hand there. Or Sesshomaru�s. Miroku stopped for a moment at that thought.
Sesshomaru had been as beautiful to him during this as any woman. It was his poison that gave Miroku such bliss. Why not imagine him? So he thought of all that white hair pooled on the ground beneath him as he resumed manually pleasuring himself. It wasn�t his hand, but Sesshomaru�s convulsing around him so intimately. He saw the stripes on the youkai�s wrist as he imagined it pumping him, rubbing, stroking, pulling until he thought he was going to scream if he didn�t finish soon. But still, the sensations were so high, he couldn�t end this, couldn�t rush it. His hips jerked in response, trying both to escape the overwhelming sensations and to heighten them. Then he was overcome by his orgasm, his seed shooting out violently, tearing a cry from his throat.
It seemed to last an eternity and he blacked out for a moment, his hand still working himself, pulling the last of the liquid from his body. He came to covered in the sticky substance and he wiped his hand off on the grass. He felt immensely better and now it was as though he had resumed floating. No, it was more like flying, he could feel wind rushing past, his hair pulling at the tender skin of his scalp and he released it from its prison of his hair tie. He relaxed utterly, enjoying the undulating sky with its thousands of giant stars moving around Sesshomaru�s face, the white moon on his forehead taking up most of the sky. His skin began to burn and everything went cold as he passed out, finally able to rest.
Sesshomaru had watched the scene with curiosity. He had no idea that he could cause such a reaction in anyone. Certainly, there had been women who had done drastic things to gain his attention based on his beauty, but he had never had a mortal man try to touch him like that. He found it intriguing, if a bit invasive. It was obvious by the way the monk had begged him, he could use this to control someone if he ever wanted. Why he would waste his time on such a thing was beyond him at the moment, but it was always good to know one�s potential weapons.
The monk had stood and walked drunkenly around until he had sat back down outside the tree line, not even twenty steps from where he started, although he took many more to get there. When he began masturbating, Sesshomaru looked away, understanding why the mortal had tried to leave. He walked away, giving him privacy and losing interest in him.
To be continued�
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Poison	By : Xakana Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7575 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.

Poison