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A/N: I'm sorry about this people! Thank you so much to the person that told me I had removed my first chapter, it was completely unintentional. Here's the first chapter and I hope you like it!!!
Please read and review...
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Chapter One:
Miroku cuddled farther into the warmth at his back. His head throbbed painfully and his body ached, the warmth he felt to his back dimming the pain slightly. The small contact began to annoy him so he quickly turned, throwing an arm over what he now knew to be a body. Slowly, he opened closed eyes and looked up into the face of the person that held him tightly in two strong arms. A gasp echoed throughout the room...
Prior to this... Miroku walked down the trail slowly. He had just gotten into a fight with Inuyasha. He and the hanyou were the only left of the group. Kagome had long gone home, running off to marry that Hojo guy. Sango had found herself a nice village to stay in; along with plenty of her own demon hunting kind and Shippou had finally gotten older. Naruku was dead and Sesshomaru had not been seen ever since he saved Inuyasha from the clutches of his demon self. Inuyasha...his mind whispered to him. No matter how much either man denied it they wanted the other. Miroku thought back to their fight.
"You stupid monk, why the hell won't you tell me what's wrong?" Inuyasha had yelled in Miroku's face, having found him staring into nothing, again.
"There's nothing wrong, Inu-kun," he had whispered, looking down, a light rose coloring his cheeks.
"Look, I only agreed to this companionship because we made a good team. How can we continue on if you keep hiding stuff from me," the hanyou shouted, pouting slightly. Miroku looked up at his face then looked down quickly, blushing a horrible shade of red. The hanyou was so tempting when he did that.
"But there's nothing wrong with me..." Miroku defended himself weakly.
"Feh, fine, but I'm not staying with you if you're going to be like that," the hanyou left then, leaping into the nearby trees.
Miroku sighed for the hundredth time that day. Honestly, there was nothing wrong with him. Ok, so he had wet dreams every night about a certain white haired half demon, and so what if he wanted to ravish the hanyou every time he so much as thought about him. Again, a sigh escaped Miroku's lips. The human was so caught up in his thoughts he didn't notice the golden orbs watching him from the trees or the demon that stood directly in front of him.
"Well, well, well, who do we have here?" the demon chuckled. Miroku's deep violet eyes looked up at him. The demon stood about a foot taller than Miroku, a human form demon. A long, wolf like tail swung behind him, two long fangs curving out of smirking lips to end to about the middle of his chin. The dark skinned youkai chuckled lightly, "you are a pretty one..."
The raven haired man couldn't remember much about what happened after that, just a lot of pain and a long white cape before darkness over took him. Now, he stared into the eyes of one of his companion's most hated enemies.
"You're awake," was the only thing spoken by the pale-faced figure. Miroku tried to move away but only succeeded, in some way, in having his leg thrown over the slightly smirking form, head pushed into the man's collarbone...man? He, through the haze of pain, realized just how much of a man he was lying on and pressed his head farther into the chest to hide his deep blush. The man was obviously more than 'happy' with their position.
"What are you going to do with me?" His voice was weak and hoarse sounding, like he had been asleep for sometime. The man, no demon, did not respond only nuzzled his head into the croak of Miroku's neck and inhaled deeply.
"What ever I want to do with you," he finally whispered against Miroku's ear, making the smaller of the two shiver violently against him. He was rolled under the taller, stronger demon and again he shivered ferociously, the erection pressing against his thighs, which, he noticed, all too late that, were wide open. Silver white hair fell over them, the long strains cloaking their faces from on lookers and Miroku stared up into the eyes of Sesshomaru. The usually cold, empty orbs glowed with lust and an underlying confusion. The dog demon leaned down slightly, the sound of his sniffing breaking the silence of the room. Miroku shivered lightly when those lips etched toward his own. "Do you taste like you smell, monk?" he whispered before closing the space.
Inuyasha stared at the waves caused by the breeze, stretched out over a boulder over looking the lake, his top discarded somewhere by the shore. Why had he said that to Miroku...he wasn't even sure if he'd see the human again...he missed him so much... The hanyou was so wrapped up in his thoughts he failed to notice the brown, cat-like eyes watching him from not so far away. The sun gleamed beautifully on his pale skin, the draft dancing through his snow-white hair, which lay in the gust, slightly wet from his earlier swim. The concealed figure gasped as he watched the hanyou sort through his thoughts, a cute pout forming on tantalizing lips as he did so. Inuyasha's ears pricked up at the sound, head snapping in its direction.
"Fuck," the form whispered, closing his eyes but then slapping a hand to his mouth for his stupidity. What the hell was wrong with him? He turned slowly in the tree to run but met face to face with the one he had been watching.
"Kouga? What the fuck are you doing here?" Inuyasha exclaimed.
Miroku jumped at the pressure to his lips, the throb in his head protesting to the quick movement, forcing him to relax under Sesshomaru. The dog demon's tongue slid across the surface of his bottom lip, sharp fangs following the move, in a way asking for permission to enter. When Miroku gave no response, Sesshomaru growled low in his throat, and, using what sounded oddly enough like a war cry, captured the monk's mouth in a fierce kiss. He gasped, allowing a smooth tongue and sharp teeth to invade his helpless mouth savagely. The older of the two used his tongue to dance along the monk's teeth, the roof of his mouth and his tongue, coaxing the other member to play along in a battle of delicious sensations. At his reaction, which included the pressing of his body against his own, Sesshomaru moaned slightly, pressing himself onto Miroku's growing erection, using the hand that was not currently cradling Miroku's head to run up and down the body of the somewhat petite man. Pulling back slightly to give the air he felt the human needed he continued to run his hands up and down Miroku's quaking, and quite aroused, body.
"Fluffy-sama, what are you doing?" Came the child like voice of his charge and the two now feverishly kissing men froze, well Sesshomaru did. Miroku was currently shaking horribly, his face pale, lips swollen and red as he stared up at the demon. His black hair sprawled out in different angles, some strains hanging across his face. Sesshomaru stared down on him, a light smirk adorning his features.
"Nothing, Rin, where's Jaken?" he asked, raising his hand from the taunt body. By means of his claws, he gently scratched away Miroku's hair, out of his eyes and face, then he ran the back of his hand tenderly over the pale cheek.
"He fell asleep," Rin sighed, tossing her bear over her shoulder and going to see who was under her Fluffy-sama.
"Why don't you wait for me in your room, I'll only be a minute," he drawled, eyes never leaving Miroku's face as he marveled at it's perfect texture and color. The small girl nodded and left with one look behind her before closing the paper door. Now that Rin had left, Sesshomaru could clearly hear the harsh thumping of the human's heart against his chest and shallow, fearful pants against his face, which lay in close proximity of his own. Worse of all, however, were the tremors that raked themselves up and down the beautiful body of the one under him. "Be calm. If I were going to hurt you, you would not be here at the moment." His emotionless voice belied his actions as he stroked the human's cheek soothingly. Some of the vibrations subsided and Sesshomaru smirked, regretfully pulling himself off of the tempting body.
To his surprise, even more surprisingly strong arms encircled his waste, halting the withdrawal action.
"Where are you going?" Miroku asked, looking up at him with cutely curious eyes.
"Aren't you glad I'm leaving?" Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow at the shake of raven hair.
"It hurts when you don't touch me, but I don't know why. I'm afraid of you," the monk confessed and Sesshomaru rested his chest against Miroku's.
"We will have to find out upon my return," he placed a meaning to be quick kiss on Miroku's lips but couldn't help make it deeper when strong arms tightened around his waist. He pulled back, eyes still closed and Miroku tried to come with him in attempt to keep his lips to his longer but lowered back to the bed when his muscles protested the movement. They separated though both men did not wish to; the older of the two quickly exited the room in a pair of silk, white pants with one last look toward the bed. Miroku shivered violently as the room became twenty degrees cooler, pulling the covers up to his chin and snuggling into them. He had no idea why he was in the bed of his companion's brother and enemy.
Kouga jumped from the tree, followed by Inuyasha.
"I smelled you and decided to visit," the wolf demon shrugged.
"Don't lie," Inuyasha sighed, crossing his arms over his bare chest and for once really wished he still had his coat on, "the wolf caves have to be about one hundred miles from here."
"I don't lie. My men said they smelled something coming from this direction and I merely found it, or to be more precise, you," Kouga sniffed the air. Inuyasha pushed down a blush at the action. He knew he smelled good. The fire rat coat covered it up a bit and he quickly threw a glance in that direction. If only he could put it on without the wolf noticing.
"Well, you found what it was so leave," he walked toward the shore, lifting the heavy materials over his shoulders with out an under shirt and putting his arms in. Kouga growled low in his throat, stepping to the hanyou. The smell was being muffled and he didn't want that, it smelled too good for that. The demon cleared his throat at the eyebrow Inuyasha made and straightened up, trying to casually walk up beside the demon.
"I wanted to bring what I found, or you, back with me...to ease the minds of my companions that is," he stated calmly, smacking himself inside his head for the lame excuse of taking Inuyasha back to his home lands, think of who he was talking to.
"Alright, I've got nothing better to do," the hanyou shrugged, going in search of his undershirt. Kouga almost fell at the answer, not able to help the big grin that broke out over his face. "Lead the way." The wide smile that adorned the wolf-demon's features made Inuyasha shrug, the hanyou closing his coat with the long sash around his waist, not sparing time to retrieve his under shirt as Kouga began to happily walk down the dusty road, on the journey to his caves.
Miroku sat up slowly; aware of the pain he felt when he did so and also aware of the fact that he was completely naked, save for the few bandages that keep his modesty. He took to staring at them for about three seconds, wondering why in all hell they covered his genitals about them shrugged after discerning that his manhood was intact. Standing with a little pain and stiff back, Miroku wrapped the sheet around his waist, tying the ends of the sheets in a makeshift tunic, the white material light on his skin as he approached the door. He felt dirty and shameful, he had kissed his love's enemy, his love's brother, the guilt ached in his heart as he reached from the side of the door, prepared to open it in an attempt to find his way out.
"Were you going somewhere?" The door slid open to reveal the tall Inu- youkai and Miroku took a step back, his weak muscles not allowing him to take the full weight of his body on one leg and so he tumbled to the floor, well he would have if Sesshomaru had not been there. Miroku's nose tingled with the scent of cherry blossoms and a light musk, like the type one would find on a woman when she sweats or how Inuyasha smells when he just gets out of a lake after a swim. At the thought of the hanyou, Miroku pushed at Sesshomaru's chest and arms, which held him up at the moment. The youkai looked deeply into Miroku's eyes, which looked up at him pleadingly and then let him go. Miroku could have sworn he saw something...odd in those eyes, something...other than lust or confusion or indifference... it was like the way Inuyasha looked at him sometimes...
"So where's the monk?" Kouga asked as he and Inuyasha leapt from tree to tree, just to enjoy the wind on their faces.
"I don't know," Kouga could have sworn the tone Inuyasha used was somewhat regretful, "we got into an argument."
"About what?"
"That's none of your business, Kouga," the wolf-demon wisely remained silent after that. Contrary to popular belief, Inuyasha and Kouga were somewhat friends, sure they had that little thing over Kagome but then again neither of them really loved her. It was a man thing and both had long gotten over it, especially after the spat with Naraku and the destruction of the Sacred Jewel. Kouga sighed, looking over to the hanyou as he leapt over a few more trees, doing a few leaps himself. Kouga wasn't in love with Kagome but he sure liked a member of their group and that smell... was just making his attraction stronger. Sighing again he watched as Inuyasha leapt, only a few yards behind him, leading the way. He wondered what his fellow tribe members would say when they found that Inuyasha was the one that smelt so wonderful...probably try to rape him.
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Well, that was the rest chapter and I hope all of you liked it! Please review and tell me if I made any mistakes, or that you want me to add something, someone, want to tell me exist, you know the basics. Thanks for your time!
A/N: I'm sorry about this people! Thank you so much to the person that told me I had removed my first chapter, it was completely unintentional. Here's the first chapter and I hope you like it!!!
Please read and review...
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Chapter One:
Miroku cuddled farther into the warmth at his back. His head throbbed painfully and his body ached, the warmth he felt to his back dimming the pain slightly. The small contact began to annoy him so he quickly turned, throwing an arm over what he now knew to be a body. Slowly, he opened closed eyes and looked up into the face of the person that held him tightly in two strong arms. A gasp echoed throughout the room...
Prior to this... Miroku walked down the trail slowly. He had just gotten into a fight with Inuyasha. He and the hanyou were the only left of the group. Kagome had long gone home, running off to marry that Hojo guy. Sango had found herself a nice village to stay in; along with plenty of her own demon hunting kind and Shippou had finally gotten older. Naruku was dead and Sesshomaru had not been seen ever since he saved Inuyasha from the clutches of his demon self. Inuyasha...his mind whispered to him. No matter how much either man denied it they wanted the other. Miroku thought back to their fight.
"You stupid monk, why the hell won't you tell me what's wrong?" Inuyasha had yelled in Miroku's face, having found him staring into nothing, again.
"There's nothing wrong, Inu-kun," he had whispered, looking down, a light rose coloring his cheeks.
"Look, I only agreed to this companionship because we made a good team. How can we continue on if you keep hiding stuff from me," the hanyou shouted, pouting slightly. Miroku looked up at his face then looked down quickly, blushing a horrible shade of red. The hanyou was so tempting when he did that.
"But there's nothing wrong with me..." Miroku defended himself weakly.
"Feh, fine, but I'm not staying with you if you're going to be like that," the hanyou left then, leaping into the nearby trees.
Miroku sighed for the hundredth time that day. Honestly, there was nothing wrong with him. Ok, so he had wet dreams every night about a certain white haired half demon, and so what if he wanted to ravish the hanyou every time he so much as thought about him. Again, a sigh escaped Miroku's lips. The human was so caught up in his thoughts he didn't notice the golden orbs watching him from the trees or the demon that stood directly in front of him.
"Well, well, well, who do we have here?" the demon chuckled. Miroku's deep violet eyes looked up at him. The demon stood about a foot taller than Miroku, a human form demon. A long, wolf like tail swung behind him, two long fangs curving out of smirking lips to end to about the middle of his chin. The dark skinned youkai chuckled lightly, "you are a pretty one..."
The raven haired man couldn't remember much about what happened after that, just a lot of pain and a long white cape before darkness over took him. Now, he stared into the eyes of one of his companion's most hated enemies.
"You're awake," was the only thing spoken by the pale-faced figure. Miroku tried to move away but only succeeded, in some way, in having his leg thrown over the slightly smirking form, head pushed into the man's collarbone...man? He, through the haze of pain, realized just how much of a man he was lying on and pressed his head farther into the chest to hide his deep blush. The man was obviously more than 'happy' with their position.
"What are you going to do with me?" His voice was weak and hoarse sounding, like he had been asleep for sometime. The man, no demon, did not respond only nuzzled his head into the croak of Miroku's neck and inhaled deeply.
"What ever I want to do with you," he finally whispered against Miroku's ear, making the smaller of the two shiver violently against him. He was rolled under the taller, stronger demon and again he shivered ferociously, the erection pressing against his thighs, which, he noticed, all too late that, were wide open. Silver white hair fell over them, the long strains cloaking their faces from on lookers and Miroku stared up into the eyes of Sesshomaru. The usually cold, empty orbs glowed with lust and an underlying confusion. The dog demon leaned down slightly, the sound of his sniffing breaking the silence of the room. Miroku shivered lightly when those lips etched toward his own. "Do you taste like you smell, monk?" he whispered before closing the space.
Inuyasha stared at the waves caused by the breeze, stretched out over a boulder over looking the lake, his top discarded somewhere by the shore. Why had he said that to Miroku...he wasn't even sure if he'd see the human again...he missed him so much... The hanyou was so wrapped up in his thoughts he failed to notice the brown, cat-like eyes watching him from not so far away. The sun gleamed beautifully on his pale skin, the draft dancing through his snow-white hair, which lay in the gust, slightly wet from his earlier swim. The concealed figure gasped as he watched the hanyou sort through his thoughts, a cute pout forming on tantalizing lips as he did so. Inuyasha's ears pricked up at the sound, head snapping in its direction.
"Fuck," the form whispered, closing his eyes but then slapping a hand to his mouth for his stupidity. What the hell was wrong with him? He turned slowly in the tree to run but met face to face with the one he had been watching.
"Kouga? What the fuck are you doing here?" Inuyasha exclaimed.
Miroku jumped at the pressure to his lips, the throb in his head protesting to the quick movement, forcing him to relax under Sesshomaru. The dog demon's tongue slid across the surface of his bottom lip, sharp fangs following the move, in a way asking for permission to enter. When Miroku gave no response, Sesshomaru growled low in his throat, and, using what sounded oddly enough like a war cry, captured the monk's mouth in a fierce kiss. He gasped, allowing a smooth tongue and sharp teeth to invade his helpless mouth savagely. The older of the two used his tongue to dance along the monk's teeth, the roof of his mouth and his tongue, coaxing the other member to play along in a battle of delicious sensations. At his reaction, which included the pressing of his body against his own, Sesshomaru moaned slightly, pressing himself onto Miroku's growing erection, using the hand that was not currently cradling Miroku's head to run up and down the body of the somewhat petite man. Pulling back slightly to give the air he felt the human needed he continued to run his hands up and down Miroku's quaking, and quite aroused, body.
"Fluffy-sama, what are you doing?" Came the child like voice of his charge and the two now feverishly kissing men froze, well Sesshomaru did. Miroku was currently shaking horribly, his face pale, lips swollen and red as he stared up at the demon. His black hair sprawled out in different angles, some strains hanging across his face. Sesshomaru stared down on him, a light smirk adorning his features.
"Nothing, Rin, where's Jaken?" he asked, raising his hand from the taunt body. By means of his claws, he gently scratched away Miroku's hair, out of his eyes and face, then he ran the back of his hand tenderly over the pale cheek.
"He fell asleep," Rin sighed, tossing her bear over her shoulder and going to see who was under her Fluffy-sama.
"Why don't you wait for me in your room, I'll only be a minute," he drawled, eyes never leaving Miroku's face as he marveled at it's perfect texture and color. The small girl nodded and left with one look behind her before closing the paper door. Now that Rin had left, Sesshomaru could clearly hear the harsh thumping of the human's heart against his chest and shallow, fearful pants against his face, which lay in close proximity of his own. Worse of all, however, were the tremors that raked themselves up and down the beautiful body of the one under him. "Be calm. If I were going to hurt you, you would not be here at the moment." His emotionless voice belied his actions as he stroked the human's cheek soothingly. Some of the vibrations subsided and Sesshomaru smirked, regretfully pulling himself off of the tempting body.
To his surprise, even more surprisingly strong arms encircled his waste, halting the withdrawal action.
"Where are you going?" Miroku asked, looking up at him with cutely curious eyes.
"Aren't you glad I'm leaving?" Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow at the shake of raven hair.
"It hurts when you don't touch me, but I don't know why. I'm afraid of you," the monk confessed and Sesshomaru rested his chest against Miroku's.
"We will have to find out upon my return," he placed a meaning to be quick kiss on Miroku's lips but couldn't help make it deeper when strong arms tightened around his waist. He pulled back, eyes still closed and Miroku tried to come with him in attempt to keep his lips to his longer but lowered back to the bed when his muscles protested the movement. They separated though both men did not wish to; the older of the two quickly exited the room in a pair of silk, white pants with one last look toward the bed. Miroku shivered violently as the room became twenty degrees cooler, pulling the covers up to his chin and snuggling into them. He had no idea why he was in the bed of his companion's brother and enemy.
Kouga jumped from the tree, followed by Inuyasha.
"I smelled you and decided to visit," the wolf demon shrugged.
"Don't lie," Inuyasha sighed, crossing his arms over his bare chest and for once really wished he still had his coat on, "the wolf caves have to be about one hundred miles from here."
"I don't lie. My men said they smelled something coming from this direction and I merely found it, or to be more precise, you," Kouga sniffed the air. Inuyasha pushed down a blush at the action. He knew he smelled good. The fire rat coat covered it up a bit and he quickly threw a glance in that direction. If only he could put it on without the wolf noticing.
"Well, you found what it was so leave," he walked toward the shore, lifting the heavy materials over his shoulders with out an under shirt and putting his arms in. Kouga growled low in his throat, stepping to the hanyou. The smell was being muffled and he didn't want that, it smelled too good for that. The demon cleared his throat at the eyebrow Inuyasha made and straightened up, trying to casually walk up beside the demon.
"I wanted to bring what I found, or you, back with me...to ease the minds of my companions that is," he stated calmly, smacking himself inside his head for the lame excuse of taking Inuyasha back to his home lands, think of who he was talking to.
"Alright, I've got nothing better to do," the hanyou shrugged, going in search of his undershirt. Kouga almost fell at the answer, not able to help the big grin that broke out over his face. "Lead the way." The wide smile that adorned the wolf-demon's features made Inuyasha shrug, the hanyou closing his coat with the long sash around his waist, not sparing time to retrieve his under shirt as Kouga began to happily walk down the dusty road, on the journey to his caves.
Miroku sat up slowly; aware of the pain he felt when he did so and also aware of the fact that he was completely naked, save for the few bandages that keep his modesty. He took to staring at them for about three seconds, wondering why in all hell they covered his genitals about them shrugged after discerning that his manhood was intact. Standing with a little pain and stiff back, Miroku wrapped the sheet around his waist, tying the ends of the sheets in a makeshift tunic, the white material light on his skin as he approached the door. He felt dirty and shameful, he had kissed his love's enemy, his love's brother, the guilt ached in his heart as he reached from the side of the door, prepared to open it in an attempt to find his way out.
"Were you going somewhere?" The door slid open to reveal the tall Inu- youkai and Miroku took a step back, his weak muscles not allowing him to take the full weight of his body on one leg and so he tumbled to the floor, well he would have if Sesshomaru had not been there. Miroku's nose tingled with the scent of cherry blossoms and a light musk, like the type one would find on a woman when she sweats or how Inuyasha smells when he just gets out of a lake after a swim. At the thought of the hanyou, Miroku pushed at Sesshomaru's chest and arms, which held him up at the moment. The youkai looked deeply into Miroku's eyes, which looked up at him pleadingly and then let him go. Miroku could have sworn he saw something...odd in those eyes, something...other than lust or confusion or indifference... it was like the way Inuyasha looked at him sometimes...
"So where's the monk?" Kouga asked as he and Inuyasha leapt from tree to tree, just to enjoy the wind on their faces.
"I don't know," Kouga could have sworn the tone Inuyasha used was somewhat regretful, "we got into an argument."
"About what?"
"That's none of your business, Kouga," the wolf-demon wisely remained silent after that. Contrary to popular belief, Inuyasha and Kouga were somewhat friends, sure they had that little thing over Kagome but then again neither of them really loved her. It was a man thing and both had long gotten over it, especially after the spat with Naraku and the destruction of the Sacred Jewel. Kouga sighed, looking over to the hanyou as he leapt over a few more trees, doing a few leaps himself. Kouga wasn't in love with Kagome but he sure liked a member of their group and that smell... was just making his attraction stronger. Sighing again he watched as Inuyasha leapt, only a few yards behind him, leading the way. He wondered what his fellow tribe members would say when they found that Inuyasha was the one that smelt so wonderful...probably try to rape him.
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Well, that was the rest chapter and I hope all of you liked it! Please review and tell me if I made any mistakes, or that you want me to add something, someone, want to tell me exist, you know the basics. Thanks for your time!