Announcement: I've started a new SxM. (yes, I'm terribly lame XD) you can currently find it under the name "Shared History." Also... I'm thinking of starting an ML to keep people updated. If any of you are interested, let me know, okay?
Thanks again go to Kat and Rin for inspiration and beta services ^^ Also, sorry for how short that last scene is. x.x;
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Sesshomaru stared at the human. He looked so frail lying on the futon, his dark hair falling around his face, his pale skin glistening with moisture. He tossed his head slightly, moaning softly.
When Miroku had defied him like that, he had been so angry had forgotten all about the poison in his talons and it's affect on humans. He had forgotten to play gently with his toy, and had almost killed him. Again. Cursing himself, he turned his attention onto the human's wrist. It had swollen quite badly and was bruising slightly. It wasn't broken, thankfully, just rather severely sprained.
He wrapped it firmly, growling to himself. Why was he playing nursemaid to a human? The whole situation was entirely ridiculous. He glared viciously at the human, as he finished, tossing his hair out of his face irritably.
Sesshomaru lay down next to the monk, propping his head up on one arm, studying his captive, who was still lovely, even while ill.
Really, it was foolish of him to choose a human instead of a lesser youkai for a concubine. After all, youkai were easily more beautiful than humans. And hardier. They were able to withstand much more than a human would.
Humans broke so easily, it really wasn't worth it. One had to restrain their strength and abilities constantly to keep from injuring them. And to add to that, as the monk's hysterical outburst earlier had proven, they were entirely too emotionally volatile.
Miroku arched in his sleep a little, mouth opening in a soft cry, and Sesshomaru found himself caught by the curve of his throat, the was the skin seemed to jump with his pulse. He reached out to press his fingers to that movement, feel the human's life flutter under his fingers.
Life he had returned to the human, though he still wasn't sure why.
He let his fingers slide down to the small cut at the base of Miroku's throat. It was red, inflamed. Nothing really, just a tiny slice in the human's skin, with smooth, rounded edges, burned slightly by the acid of his poison. He remembered how he had pressed his lips to it, tasted of the hot blood that flowed out.
Really, the human had been very lucky. He had inadvertently removed most of the poison with that action. What he was feeling now was just the barest effects of it.
Sesshomaru dropped his hand to the neckline of the robes, running the thin fabric through his fingers, considering them. He caught himself wondering idly what the human thought of his gift.
He was suddenly aware of how tired he was. It had been a very long day - making sure that his territory was secure, getting rid of the last few lesser youkai that Naraku had loosed on the countryside. He seethed at that. The damned upstart was getting entirely too sure of himself, intruding upon his territory like that. Soon, he would have to teach that inferior excuse for a youkai a lesson.
After he slept a little, of course. He considered his captive, who was still flushed with fever, but not nearly as ill-looking as he had been just a few minutes ago. He would probably be fine in a few hours, if a little weak. It would be safe to leave him here, to go back to his own chambers and rest.
Why did he find that a reassuring thought? Sighing, he draped his arm around the human's waist, pulling him closer, burying his face in the nook of his neck and closing his eyes. He inhaled deeply, tasting the human's scent. It wasn't one he was used to on either demon or human - incense and ice and blood. It was strangely soothing. He found himself relaxing into the pleasant warmth of the human.
Miroku moaned slightly in his sleep, tossed his head, and rolled into Sesshomaru, catching him in a careless, loose embrace. Sesshomaru stiffened slightly, eyes opening slightly. After a couple of moments, he sighed, leaning into the human's warmth. It felt so alien, to be held; yet somehow, it was... nice.
Almost too faintly to be heard, the monk breathed an all-too-familiar name. Sesshomaru's eyes flew open in shock. What on earth? Why was the human dreaming of his hanyou brother?
Then Sesshomaru felt the hand sliding up his leg to firmly curve around his backside. His eyes widened. The hand tightened slightly. His first reaction was, of course, of a violent nature. But he didn't give reign to it. Instead, he just lay there, as the human's hand slowly slid over his body, ran up his spine, and tugged at his clothes.
He hadn't even dreamed that his brother was having a relationship with the monk. After all, he had his human bitch whining after him incessantly. What would he need for such a dalliance?
He frowned, and slowly, carefully brought his hand up to the human's arm, pushing the other away and onto his back. He reached up to catch the other's wrists and carefully pulled them over his head, trying not to jar the injured one. He stared down at the monk, whose loose hair and parted lips served to make him entirely too beautiful.
Sesshomaru could imagine only too well why Inuyasha would encourage such a relationship. And that only served to anger him, in a deep, unsettling way. Suddenly, he wanted to hurt his brother, to kill him. Not for his thrice-damned sword, but because the bastard had dared touch something the hanyou had claimed that was his.
His grip on the human tightened slightly. ...His.
Finally, he sighed, laying down next to the other man and wrapping an arm around him. The monk radiated heat, and it only intensified his exhaustion. He sighed, letting his eyes drift closed.
He'd sleep here tonight... just to make sure Miroku didn't try anything stupid when he finally woke up.
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Miroku's head ached. This was perhaps, the only reason he woke up at all. Sleep still pulled at him, whispered seductive lullabies in the back of his mind. But of course, the pounding headache drowned them out, and he reluctantly opened his eyes. The light in the room pierced into his very skull, and he slammed his lids shut with a groan.
It was then that he noticed the warm body snuggled up to his side, and he opened his eyes again, slowly this time.
Sesshomaru was asleep on his shoulder, hair in disarray and face flushed. An arm was flung carelessly around his waist. He reached up to smooth the youkai's hair back, and stopped at the sudden pain in his wrist. He held it up, blinking at how neatly bandaged it was. He sighed, and carefully, he dropped his hand to rest on Sesshomaru's back.
He was well and truly stuck here. He closed his eyes, wishing his head would leave him alone long enough for him to drop back into sleep. God, he wanted to forget everything that happened. He wanted to be back up on that mountain, squished in between rock walls and waiting breathlessly for the coast to be clear.
A small noise to his right made him crack an eye open, and he jumped slightly as amused, curious brown eyes filled his vision.
Thanks again go to Kat and Rin for inspiration and beta services ^^ Also, sorry for how short that last scene is. x.x;
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Sesshomaru stared at the human. He looked so frail lying on the futon, his dark hair falling around his face, his pale skin glistening with moisture. He tossed his head slightly, moaning softly.
When Miroku had defied him like that, he had been so angry had forgotten all about the poison in his talons and it's affect on humans. He had forgotten to play gently with his toy, and had almost killed him. Again. Cursing himself, he turned his attention onto the human's wrist. It had swollen quite badly and was bruising slightly. It wasn't broken, thankfully, just rather severely sprained.
He wrapped it firmly, growling to himself. Why was he playing nursemaid to a human? The whole situation was entirely ridiculous. He glared viciously at the human, as he finished, tossing his hair out of his face irritably.
Sesshomaru lay down next to the monk, propping his head up on one arm, studying his captive, who was still lovely, even while ill.
Really, it was foolish of him to choose a human instead of a lesser youkai for a concubine. After all, youkai were easily more beautiful than humans. And hardier. They were able to withstand much more than a human would.
Humans broke so easily, it really wasn't worth it. One had to restrain their strength and abilities constantly to keep from injuring them. And to add to that, as the monk's hysterical outburst earlier had proven, they were entirely too emotionally volatile.
Miroku arched in his sleep a little, mouth opening in a soft cry, and Sesshomaru found himself caught by the curve of his throat, the was the skin seemed to jump with his pulse. He reached out to press his fingers to that movement, feel the human's life flutter under his fingers.
Life he had returned to the human, though he still wasn't sure why.
He let his fingers slide down to the small cut at the base of Miroku's throat. It was red, inflamed. Nothing really, just a tiny slice in the human's skin, with smooth, rounded edges, burned slightly by the acid of his poison. He remembered how he had pressed his lips to it, tasted of the hot blood that flowed out.
Really, the human had been very lucky. He had inadvertently removed most of the poison with that action. What he was feeling now was just the barest effects of it.
Sesshomaru dropped his hand to the neckline of the robes, running the thin fabric through his fingers, considering them. He caught himself wondering idly what the human thought of his gift.
He was suddenly aware of how tired he was. It had been a very long day - making sure that his territory was secure, getting rid of the last few lesser youkai that Naraku had loosed on the countryside. He seethed at that. The damned upstart was getting entirely too sure of himself, intruding upon his territory like that. Soon, he would have to teach that inferior excuse for a youkai a lesson.
After he slept a little, of course. He considered his captive, who was still flushed with fever, but not nearly as ill-looking as he had been just a few minutes ago. He would probably be fine in a few hours, if a little weak. It would be safe to leave him here, to go back to his own chambers and rest.
Why did he find that a reassuring thought? Sighing, he draped his arm around the human's waist, pulling him closer, burying his face in the nook of his neck and closing his eyes. He inhaled deeply, tasting the human's scent. It wasn't one he was used to on either demon or human - incense and ice and blood. It was strangely soothing. He found himself relaxing into the pleasant warmth of the human.
Miroku moaned slightly in his sleep, tossed his head, and rolled into Sesshomaru, catching him in a careless, loose embrace. Sesshomaru stiffened slightly, eyes opening slightly. After a couple of moments, he sighed, leaning into the human's warmth. It felt so alien, to be held; yet somehow, it was... nice.
Almost too faintly to be heard, the monk breathed an all-too-familiar name. Sesshomaru's eyes flew open in shock. What on earth? Why was the human dreaming of his hanyou brother?
Then Sesshomaru felt the hand sliding up his leg to firmly curve around his backside. His eyes widened. The hand tightened slightly. His first reaction was, of course, of a violent nature. But he didn't give reign to it. Instead, he just lay there, as the human's hand slowly slid over his body, ran up his spine, and tugged at his clothes.
He hadn't even dreamed that his brother was having a relationship with the monk. After all, he had his human bitch whining after him incessantly. What would he need for such a dalliance?
He frowned, and slowly, carefully brought his hand up to the human's arm, pushing the other away and onto his back. He reached up to catch the other's wrists and carefully pulled them over his head, trying not to jar the injured one. He stared down at the monk, whose loose hair and parted lips served to make him entirely too beautiful.
Sesshomaru could imagine only too well why Inuyasha would encourage such a relationship. And that only served to anger him, in a deep, unsettling way. Suddenly, he wanted to hurt his brother, to kill him. Not for his thrice-damned sword, but because the bastard had dared touch something the hanyou had claimed that was his.
His grip on the human tightened slightly. ...His.
Finally, he sighed, laying down next to the other man and wrapping an arm around him. The monk radiated heat, and it only intensified his exhaustion. He sighed, letting his eyes drift closed.
He'd sleep here tonight... just to make sure Miroku didn't try anything stupid when he finally woke up.
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Miroku's head ached. This was perhaps, the only reason he woke up at all. Sleep still pulled at him, whispered seductive lullabies in the back of his mind. But of course, the pounding headache drowned them out, and he reluctantly opened his eyes. The light in the room pierced into his very skull, and he slammed his lids shut with a groan.
It was then that he noticed the warm body snuggled up to his side, and he opened his eyes again, slowly this time.
Sesshomaru was asleep on his shoulder, hair in disarray and face flushed. An arm was flung carelessly around his waist. He reached up to smooth the youkai's hair back, and stopped at the sudden pain in his wrist. He held it up, blinking at how neatly bandaged it was. He sighed, and carefully, he dropped his hand to rest on Sesshomaru's back.
He was well and truly stuck here. He closed his eyes, wishing his head would leave him alone long enough for him to drop back into sleep. God, he wanted to forget everything that happened. He wanted to be back up on that mountain, squished in between rock walls and waiting breathlessly for the coast to be clear.
A small noise to his right made him crack an eye open, and he jumped slightly as amused, curious brown eyes filled his vision.