Pain and Pleasure
Disclaimer: I don't own any InuYasha characters! But I wish I owned Miroku... pout
Note: "Normal speech" 'Thought' {written or read}
Miroku and Sango exited the theater, leaving InuYasha and Kagome alone... Miroku glanced over at Sango and nearly fell over at the sight of the bruise. "Sango! What happened?" His hand grasped her wrist lightly, waiting for an explanation.
'Did she get in a fight? With who? I'll kill the bastard who did this to her!' Miroku was raging, who had hurt his beautiful Sango?
"I... fell." Sango avoided Miroku's gaze.
He didn't buy it, "You could have come up with a better excuse than that," he stated calmly. "What really happened, Sango?" He sounded concerned.
"None of your business!" she pulled her wrist away from him and walked away. He followed quickly on her heels.
She was irritated and he knew it. "Sango!" he called after her, trying to get her to slow down or, preferably, stop.
"Leave me alone!" she shot a glare which made him freeze in place. He didn't want to tamper with her in that kind of mood, he didn't have a death wish.
Sighing and giving up, Miroku turned around and returned to the theater. He decided he'd go over to her house later and try and talk to her.
Sango flopped down on her couch with her diary and a bag of chips. "How dare he invade my privacy! There is a reason they call it privacy!" she growled annoyingly.
Opening her diary to relieve her anger, Sango suddenly felt bad for the way she treated the one man who truly loved her. 'He only wanted to help... He was concerned... Crap, what's wrong with me?' Now her anger was aimed at herself, as it was many times in the past.
"Dear Diary..."
{November 20th Toushi hurt me again, I still don't understand myself (But from what I've heard, that's normal...). Why can't I leave him? I mean, I always told myself as a little girl I would never let a man hurt me, but I suppose I meant Emotionally... Because I never expected any man would hurt me Physically.
I saw Miroku today....... What to say? I hate him! I hate everything about him, the way he does his hair ... the things he says..... the way he dresses..... and most of all the way he acts! UGH! I hate perverts! I hate, hate, hate-Who am I kidding? I can't lie to myself... I love him.
I want to kiss him... I know I'll regret writing this down later... But I want him. I want to kiss him, touch him, I want to set his nerves on fire, I want to lick every inch of his hot body, I want to explore the unknown areas of his body and ... Jeez, why can't I tell him? Maybe it's the sickening fear I have of Toushi... If I dumped him, what would he do? I think he'd try to.... Try to.... I'd rather not write what I think.... I have an upset stomach now. I'm going to lie down.
Bye, Diary.}
Sango placed her diary on the coffee table, got up and returned the chips she now had no appetite for, got a drink of water, and went to her room to change and take a nap.
After fidgeting for about 15 minutes, Sango finally fell asleep.
Miroku knocked again on Sango's apartment door. 'Maybe she isn't home...' For the hell of it, he tried the handle. Much to his surprise the door opened! "Hello?" he stepped inside cautiously. Peering around the aesthetic apartment his eyes fell on a few random objects. A CD player, an old TV, some dirty socks, a dirty coffee table, and... "Ooooh, what's this?" Miroku's curiosity aroused his mind, he reached down and grabbed the diary on the table.
He stopped, "This is wrong. Very wrong. Invasion of privacy is wrong, wrong, wrong..." he told himself this as he pulled open the front cover and peered into the book that withheld all of Sango's deepest, darkest secrets.
He reads...
{June 6th I went to Kagome's today to cheer her up. InuYasha was being an asshole! I really can't stand him sometimes}
"Let's find something more interesting... Like what she thinks of me... " he smirked at the thought. 'Maybe she wrote down a steamy, sexy, wet dream she had involving me!' he growled hopefully and flipped through the pages. "Oh?"
{I want to kiss him... }
He slammed the book shut. "I shouldn't be doing this!" he battled with his conscience and began opening the diary again. "Just a peek... " he was so curious to know who she wanted to kiss.
{I saw Miroku today...}
'Hm, interesting...' he read on.
{What to say? I hate him!}
"WHAT?!" he mentally kicked himself for yelling, but he was shocked. 'Well, then maybe it's pointless to read on... Except, I have to know why...' he was sad now, he didn't understand.
{I hate him! I hate everything about him, the way he does his hair ... the things he says..... the way he dresses..... and most of all the way he acts! UGH! I hate perverts! I hate, hate, hate-Who am I kidding? I can't lie to myself... I love him.}
"She loves me? She loves me? She really, really loves me?!" he had to continue the repetition to make himself believe it. 'Then was that kissing thing about me?' He had to read on and find out if it was.
{I love him.
I want to kiss him... I know I'll regret writing this down later... But I want him. I want to kiss him, I want to touch him, I want to set his nerves on fire, I want to lick every inch of his hot body, I want to explore the unknown areas of his body}
He slammed the book shut, he couldn't read anymore. His body was tingling with the wonderment of him and Sango doing these mentioned things. Could it ever happen? He nearly passed out from loss of blood in his brain, it had traveled to assist the hardening of his arousal. He groaned, he was getting so turned on at the mere thought of this occurrence, what would he do if he was ever in an intimate situation with her?
He forced these thoughts out of his mind, he would think about it later when he was alone. He had to attend to his former problem--getting Sango to talk to him. But... Where was she? He was fairly certain she was home. He placed the diary back where he found it and wandered deeper into Sango's warm apartment. Miroku wasn't sure if it was his body temperature or Sango's apartment that was hot, but he felt uncomfortable and sweaty.
He carefully peeked into a room, glad to find a room of boxes and extra furniture. He was hoping he didn't walk in on Sango naked. Though he wanted to see her nude, he didn't want to die directly afterward.
He continued his exploration and opened the next door. Perfect. Sango was sleeping. He proceeded in walking over to her, she looked so peaceful asleep. He sat carefully on the bed beside her to look at his sleeping angel. He pulled her blanket down to her hips to see her upperbody. She was wearing a revealing black spaghetti-strap shirt. "So beautiful..." he trailed his thumb along her jawline and smiled at her. Leaning down, his lips came millimeters from hers. His breath was hot on her face, and his breathing was heavy. He brushed his lips along hers, ravishing himself in the feel of--or more so, the taste of--her lips.
He knew "taking advantage" of her in a sleeping state was wrong, but he couldn't control his hormones. It was almost as if he couldn't contain the beast within himself. Groaning at the "beast" in his pants, Miroku allowed his hands to lightly caress Sango's round breasts. His kisses traveled heatedly along her jawline, down her neck and along her exposed collarbone. How he loved the taste. Risking her waking up--and maybe even his life--he dipped his tongue out and lapped at the base of her neck. He moaned and stopped; he ceased his assaults on his sleeping victim.
Though his mind told him "no," his hands had minds of their owns; they disobeyed him. His left fingertips traveled playfully down her belly, rubbing soft circles. As he reached the spot he was searching for, Miroku's hands slipped under the elastic of Sango's PJ pants and under the elastic of her underwear. His forefinger brushed against her clit, causing Sango to moan in her sleep and stir. Miroku teased her more, his fingertips rubbing lightly around her most sensitive area. Sango stirred more, her legs involuntarily spreading to assist Miroku at his ministrations.
Miroku extracted his hands from the warmth, bringing his hands to his mouth and licking the light moisture off his fingers. He felt groggy, lightheaded; he wasn't sure what had come over him, but he knew it wasn't good. Sango moaned sleepily, causing Miroku to jump. He leaned his upperbody down upon hers, causing her boobs to press against his chest. He was staring at her beautiful features, her soft cheeks, her lovely face, her long black hair, when she released a soft moan, "Miroku..."
Miroku fell off the bed at the sound of her words. Was he dreaming it? He must have gotten caught up in the moment, it wasn't possible... Was it? Miroku blinked, reassuring himself that couldn't have possibly just happened. Did she just moan his name? He felt his forehead, "I must be running a fever. I'm definantly delusional." He took a deep breath and stood up. He hovered above his love, trying to focus his brain on whether or not he heard what he thought he heard.
He practically jumped out of his skin as Sango stirred and opened her eyes. She rubbed her eyes and rolled over. She saw Miroku instantly and screamed, "What are YOU doing here?!" She sat up.
"I... uh... I can explain!" he stuttered out.
She stood up, wobbly from sleep, and walked angrily toward him. "You..." she glared.
"Uhhh... It's for school," he blurted out, knowing this would probably get him in more trouble than he was already in.
"What?" questioned the agitated Sango.
"I have to prove a theory. I have to kiss you and see how you react," he was more explaining this to himself, considering he was coming up with this off the top of his head.
"So, let me get this straight--you want to kiss me to support a THEORY?" she was hard to convince.
"Well, uh, let me put it this way. If my mouth meets your mouth intimately and there's no one around to see it, do you still enjoy it?" he liked where this was going.
She laughed, he had a lot of guts to sneak into her house to try and kiss her, and what a lame excuse he had! "If my fist meets your face intimately and there's no one around to see it, do you still get a concussion?" she smirked. He gulped and backed up a little.
"Please don't kill me," he begged.
"I won't kill you," she smiled. Not a normal smile, there was a sinister evil about those lips.
"What're you gonna do to me?" he was scared of her now, and he backed up further.
"Nothing," she smirked.
He blinked, confused. He was scared that she had the dominance in the room. He stepped back again, bumping into the wall.
She was messing with his mind, and she loved the tortured look on his face. Flipping her hair behind her shoulders, she walked seductively over to him. She walked nearer to him, every step his fear increasing. She stepped up so her body pressed against his. She tilted her head and closed the distance between her soft lips and the side if his neck.
She wanted to tease him, allow his mind to think up as many dirty little games as he could. Then she would continue her game, never quite satisfying his perverted mind. She was going to teach him a lesson, but at the same time she would be pleasing her own wants and needs by being able to touch him, kiss him, and tease him.
Pressing her silky lips against his neck she moaned, shocking both the people in the room. She trailed her tongue up the side of his neck, along his cheek and to his ear. She began nibbling on his earlobe, which got a rewarding response from the man she had pinned against the wall. "Oh, Sango..." he gasped, and took the liberty to fondle her bottom. Controlling the instinct to smack him across the room, Sango bit his ear playfully, but hard enough to send him some pain.
Miroku's hands proceeded in caressing and rubbing her rear. He was confused as to why Sango was doing this, though it did enlarge his ego, along with some other things... Sango, having her body flat against his, could feel his erection against her lower belly. She gasped but shook her mind from letting this go any further.
"Go. Now," she pulled away from him and avoided his confused stare.
"But you were the one--" he started.
"Leave!" she glared viciously at him, her eyes threatening death should he choose to disobey.
"You can't make me..." he was getting bold.
"Umm...excuse me, but this is MY room. If you don't get out, I'll not only scream bloody murder-I'll beat you to death with this plush toy!" she picked up an old, tattered cat stuffy from her floor and held it by the leg like it was a pair of numbchucks.
"Okay," he tripped over himself as he hurried out of her room and out the front door. She followed him to the door and locked it. Sighing with relief, Sango turned to go back to her room to go over exactly what just happened. Did she just do what she thought?
Miroku was wobbling down the sidewalk, completely bewildered by what just occurred. He knew that girls were capable of faking all kinds of things, and if he knew Sango she was trying to teach him something... But that was all too real, so obviously what she had written in her diary was true.
Sango was returning to her room when she froze. Her eyes went wide and her fists were clenched and shaking. Her diary was on the table. 'Shit! Did he read it? I know he did,' she was panicking. Now her game was useless! He'd know for sure... Unless he didn't read it. 'But he had too, he has no respect for my privacy!' she knew him too well. There was no way he hadn't read it. Unless he walked right inside... Sango decided that she'd continue her game. If he brought up her diary, she'd find a way to use it to her advantage.
A/N: Hehe... I shall begin the chapter 3 very soon! Tee hee!
Disclaimer: I don't own any InuYasha characters! But I wish I owned Miroku... pout
Note: "Normal speech" 'Thought' {written or read}
Miroku and Sango exited the theater, leaving InuYasha and Kagome alone... Miroku glanced over at Sango and nearly fell over at the sight of the bruise. "Sango! What happened?" His hand grasped her wrist lightly, waiting for an explanation.
'Did she get in a fight? With who? I'll kill the bastard who did this to her!' Miroku was raging, who had hurt his beautiful Sango?
"I... fell." Sango avoided Miroku's gaze.
He didn't buy it, "You could have come up with a better excuse than that," he stated calmly. "What really happened, Sango?" He sounded concerned.
"None of your business!" she pulled her wrist away from him and walked away. He followed quickly on her heels.
She was irritated and he knew it. "Sango!" he called after her, trying to get her to slow down or, preferably, stop.
"Leave me alone!" she shot a glare which made him freeze in place. He didn't want to tamper with her in that kind of mood, he didn't have a death wish.
Sighing and giving up, Miroku turned around and returned to the theater. He decided he'd go over to her house later and try and talk to her.
Sango flopped down on her couch with her diary and a bag of chips. "How dare he invade my privacy! There is a reason they call it privacy!" she growled annoyingly.
Opening her diary to relieve her anger, Sango suddenly felt bad for the way she treated the one man who truly loved her. 'He only wanted to help... He was concerned... Crap, what's wrong with me?' Now her anger was aimed at herself, as it was many times in the past.
"Dear Diary..."
{November 20th Toushi hurt me again, I still don't understand myself (But from what I've heard, that's normal...). Why can't I leave him? I mean, I always told myself as a little girl I would never let a man hurt me, but I suppose I meant Emotionally... Because I never expected any man would hurt me Physically.
I saw Miroku today....... What to say? I hate him! I hate everything about him, the way he does his hair ... the things he says..... the way he dresses..... and most of all the way he acts! UGH! I hate perverts! I hate, hate, hate-Who am I kidding? I can't lie to myself... I love him.
I want to kiss him... I know I'll regret writing this down later... But I want him. I want to kiss him, touch him, I want to set his nerves on fire, I want to lick every inch of his hot body, I want to explore the unknown areas of his body and ... Jeez, why can't I tell him? Maybe it's the sickening fear I have of Toushi... If I dumped him, what would he do? I think he'd try to.... Try to.... I'd rather not write what I think.... I have an upset stomach now. I'm going to lie down.
Bye, Diary.}
Sango placed her diary on the coffee table, got up and returned the chips she now had no appetite for, got a drink of water, and went to her room to change and take a nap.
After fidgeting for about 15 minutes, Sango finally fell asleep.
Miroku knocked again on Sango's apartment door. 'Maybe she isn't home...' For the hell of it, he tried the handle. Much to his surprise the door opened! "Hello?" he stepped inside cautiously. Peering around the aesthetic apartment his eyes fell on a few random objects. A CD player, an old TV, some dirty socks, a dirty coffee table, and... "Ooooh, what's this?" Miroku's curiosity aroused his mind, he reached down and grabbed the diary on the table.
He stopped, "This is wrong. Very wrong. Invasion of privacy is wrong, wrong, wrong..." he told himself this as he pulled open the front cover and peered into the book that withheld all of Sango's deepest, darkest secrets.
He reads...
{June 6th I went to Kagome's today to cheer her up. InuYasha was being an asshole! I really can't stand him sometimes}
"Let's find something more interesting... Like what she thinks of me... " he smirked at the thought. 'Maybe she wrote down a steamy, sexy, wet dream she had involving me!' he growled hopefully and flipped through the pages. "Oh?"
{I want to kiss him... }
He slammed the book shut. "I shouldn't be doing this!" he battled with his conscience and began opening the diary again. "Just a peek... " he was so curious to know who she wanted to kiss.
{I saw Miroku today...}
'Hm, interesting...' he read on.
{What to say? I hate him!}
"WHAT?!" he mentally kicked himself for yelling, but he was shocked. 'Well, then maybe it's pointless to read on... Except, I have to know why...' he was sad now, he didn't understand.
{I hate him! I hate everything about him, the way he does his hair ... the things he says..... the way he dresses..... and most of all the way he acts! UGH! I hate perverts! I hate, hate, hate-Who am I kidding? I can't lie to myself... I love him.}
"She loves me? She loves me? She really, really loves me?!" he had to continue the repetition to make himself believe it. 'Then was that kissing thing about me?' He had to read on and find out if it was.
{I love him.
I want to kiss him... I know I'll regret writing this down later... But I want him. I want to kiss him, I want to touch him, I want to set his nerves on fire, I want to lick every inch of his hot body, I want to explore the unknown areas of his body}
He slammed the book shut, he couldn't read anymore. His body was tingling with the wonderment of him and Sango doing these mentioned things. Could it ever happen? He nearly passed out from loss of blood in his brain, it had traveled to assist the hardening of his arousal. He groaned, he was getting so turned on at the mere thought of this occurrence, what would he do if he was ever in an intimate situation with her?
He forced these thoughts out of his mind, he would think about it later when he was alone. He had to attend to his former problem--getting Sango to talk to him. But... Where was she? He was fairly certain she was home. He placed the diary back where he found it and wandered deeper into Sango's warm apartment. Miroku wasn't sure if it was his body temperature or Sango's apartment that was hot, but he felt uncomfortable and sweaty.
He carefully peeked into a room, glad to find a room of boxes and extra furniture. He was hoping he didn't walk in on Sango naked. Though he wanted to see her nude, he didn't want to die directly afterward.
He continued his exploration and opened the next door. Perfect. Sango was sleeping. He proceeded in walking over to her, she looked so peaceful asleep. He sat carefully on the bed beside her to look at his sleeping angel. He pulled her blanket down to her hips to see her upperbody. She was wearing a revealing black spaghetti-strap shirt. "So beautiful..." he trailed his thumb along her jawline and smiled at her. Leaning down, his lips came millimeters from hers. His breath was hot on her face, and his breathing was heavy. He brushed his lips along hers, ravishing himself in the feel of--or more so, the taste of--her lips.
He knew "taking advantage" of her in a sleeping state was wrong, but he couldn't control his hormones. It was almost as if he couldn't contain the beast within himself. Groaning at the "beast" in his pants, Miroku allowed his hands to lightly caress Sango's round breasts. His kisses traveled heatedly along her jawline, down her neck and along her exposed collarbone. How he loved the taste. Risking her waking up--and maybe even his life--he dipped his tongue out and lapped at the base of her neck. He moaned and stopped; he ceased his assaults on his sleeping victim.
Though his mind told him "no," his hands had minds of their owns; they disobeyed him. His left fingertips traveled playfully down her belly, rubbing soft circles. As he reached the spot he was searching for, Miroku's hands slipped under the elastic of Sango's PJ pants and under the elastic of her underwear. His forefinger brushed against her clit, causing Sango to moan in her sleep and stir. Miroku teased her more, his fingertips rubbing lightly around her most sensitive area. Sango stirred more, her legs involuntarily spreading to assist Miroku at his ministrations.
Miroku extracted his hands from the warmth, bringing his hands to his mouth and licking the light moisture off his fingers. He felt groggy, lightheaded; he wasn't sure what had come over him, but he knew it wasn't good. Sango moaned sleepily, causing Miroku to jump. He leaned his upperbody down upon hers, causing her boobs to press against his chest. He was staring at her beautiful features, her soft cheeks, her lovely face, her long black hair, when she released a soft moan, "Miroku..."
Miroku fell off the bed at the sound of her words. Was he dreaming it? He must have gotten caught up in the moment, it wasn't possible... Was it? Miroku blinked, reassuring himself that couldn't have possibly just happened. Did she just moan his name? He felt his forehead, "I must be running a fever. I'm definantly delusional." He took a deep breath and stood up. He hovered above his love, trying to focus his brain on whether or not he heard what he thought he heard.
He practically jumped out of his skin as Sango stirred and opened her eyes. She rubbed her eyes and rolled over. She saw Miroku instantly and screamed, "What are YOU doing here?!" She sat up.
"I... uh... I can explain!" he stuttered out.
She stood up, wobbly from sleep, and walked angrily toward him. "You..." she glared.
"Uhhh... It's for school," he blurted out, knowing this would probably get him in more trouble than he was already in.
"What?" questioned the agitated Sango.
"I have to prove a theory. I have to kiss you and see how you react," he was more explaining this to himself, considering he was coming up with this off the top of his head.
"So, let me get this straight--you want to kiss me to support a THEORY?" she was hard to convince.
"Well, uh, let me put it this way. If my mouth meets your mouth intimately and there's no one around to see it, do you still enjoy it?" he liked where this was going.
She laughed, he had a lot of guts to sneak into her house to try and kiss her, and what a lame excuse he had! "If my fist meets your face intimately and there's no one around to see it, do you still get a concussion?" she smirked. He gulped and backed up a little.
"Please don't kill me," he begged.
"I won't kill you," she smiled. Not a normal smile, there was a sinister evil about those lips.
"What're you gonna do to me?" he was scared of her now, and he backed up further.
"Nothing," she smirked.
He blinked, confused. He was scared that she had the dominance in the room. He stepped back again, bumping into the wall.
She was messing with his mind, and she loved the tortured look on his face. Flipping her hair behind her shoulders, she walked seductively over to him. She walked nearer to him, every step his fear increasing. She stepped up so her body pressed against his. She tilted her head and closed the distance between her soft lips and the side if his neck.
She wanted to tease him, allow his mind to think up as many dirty little games as he could. Then she would continue her game, never quite satisfying his perverted mind. She was going to teach him a lesson, but at the same time she would be pleasing her own wants and needs by being able to touch him, kiss him, and tease him.
Pressing her silky lips against his neck she moaned, shocking both the people in the room. She trailed her tongue up the side of his neck, along his cheek and to his ear. She began nibbling on his earlobe, which got a rewarding response from the man she had pinned against the wall. "Oh, Sango..." he gasped, and took the liberty to fondle her bottom. Controlling the instinct to smack him across the room, Sango bit his ear playfully, but hard enough to send him some pain.
Miroku's hands proceeded in caressing and rubbing her rear. He was confused as to why Sango was doing this, though it did enlarge his ego, along with some other things... Sango, having her body flat against his, could feel his erection against her lower belly. She gasped but shook her mind from letting this go any further.
"Go. Now," she pulled away from him and avoided his confused stare.
"But you were the one--" he started.
"Leave!" she glared viciously at him, her eyes threatening death should he choose to disobey.
"You can't make me..." he was getting bold.
"Umm...excuse me, but this is MY room. If you don't get out, I'll not only scream bloody murder-I'll beat you to death with this plush toy!" she picked up an old, tattered cat stuffy from her floor and held it by the leg like it was a pair of numbchucks.
"Okay," he tripped over himself as he hurried out of her room and out the front door. She followed him to the door and locked it. Sighing with relief, Sango turned to go back to her room to go over exactly what just happened. Did she just do what she thought?
Miroku was wobbling down the sidewalk, completely bewildered by what just occurred. He knew that girls were capable of faking all kinds of things, and if he knew Sango she was trying to teach him something... But that was all too real, so obviously what she had written in her diary was true.
Sango was returning to her room when she froze. Her eyes went wide and her fists were clenched and shaking. Her diary was on the table. 'Shit! Did he read it? I know he did,' she was panicking. Now her game was useless! He'd know for sure... Unless he didn't read it. 'But he had too, he has no respect for my privacy!' she knew him too well. There was no way he hadn't read it. Unless he walked right inside... Sango decided that she'd continue her game. If he brought up her diary, she'd find a way to use it to her advantage.
A/N: Hehe... I shall begin the chapter 3 very soon! Tee hee!