Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha in any shape or form… though I wish I did so I could control both Inuyasha and Miroku.

Corrupted

Trembling, shy digits ran alongside the tops of his shoulders before she sat on his lap, straddling him. With disbelief apparent in his eyes he silently pondered, wondering what she was thinking, but as fate should so have it his mind tumbled over its own thoughts when she took his right earlobe in her hot, moist mouth. Her devilish tongue flicked almost, if he didn't know the absolute truth, expertly over his earrings.

Now it was him that trembled, though for an entirely different reason.

"Miroku," She breathed, her voice hitching sensually along the vowels.

Suddenly he was wearing entirely too much clothing, the bindings on his robes were too constricting.

"Miroku, please," She suddenly begged.

Dexterous fingers were untying, unfastening, unzipping.

And she was calling his name.

So close, one more article of clothing to remove and she would be his.

Miroku, Miroku, Miroku, her voice matched the sounds of wind chimes dancing on a midsummer's breeze. Content, a rare feeling for the monk, he allowed himself a slight pause, resting his face alongside her throat. Breathing in her scent was enough for him never mind the fact that she was throbbing, begging for him now. He just wanted to enjoy this for a moment longer.

Her chant in his ear grew louder and more frantic and when he tried to rise from his restful, content place he found a strange weight pinning him down, immobilizing him.

"Kagome?" No sooner did the first syllable slip past his tongue did the spell break. He blinked finding himself fully clothed with a bewildered Kagome- fully dressed and not on his lap- sitting a few inches away from him.

She giggled, mirth dancing in her chocolate eyes, "You could have rivaled the dead. That was some deep coma you slipped into Miroku, I've been trying to wake you for more than ten minutes now." She explained and he didn't want to hear it.

Miroku didn't want to be awoken from his paradise and chucked into the very pits of hell. A reality of pure torcher where that girl was planning on breeding with the puppy. Let him have his rest.

Normally the monk knew to keep his distance from the reincarnated miko but maybe it was dream or the shock of being shoved back into reality but suddenly Miroku didn't give a damn.

He didn't care that Inuyasha was probably a few feet away along with Sango.

He didn't care that he would probably die a young man because of this.

All he knew was the desire for her was stronger than his basic instinct for self-preservation.

Titling her head to the side Kagome stared at the monk, "Miro-" She let out a slight yelp as he took a hold of shirt, pulling her towards him, "Ku?" She finished before he covered her lips with his own.

She was sweet, innocent.

While he was corrupt.

And he wanted nothing more to corrupt her, taint her pureness with his hands, mouth, lips and tongue.

Only when he felt her delicious, plump lips responding under his did he know true ecstasy and intimacy. He felt as though he wanted to wrap his corrupted soul around her, shroud her in the darkness that would surly enthrall her pure soul before bringing her back into the scorching light, fulfilled.

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An: So, this is my first Miroku/Kagome please be gentle with me. I really hope that you've enjoyed it!

Ills