Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, however, to the extent of my knowledge,
I do own these pairings and ideas behind them.
A/N: I hope all of you did not mind the wait too much. I hope you enjoy this chapter as it was somewhat harder to write then the first chapter. I disappointed anyone tell me, I like to be told what's wrong with what and if you want me to use an idea of yours I wil gladly do so and give you the recognition you deserve. Thanks for you time and here is the chapter you have been waiting for
Thanks to all my reviewers!!! I didn't expect so many and you can guess my surprise when after a little over two weeks I received seventeen reviews!
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Where we last left off...
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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Chapter Two: Suspicious Expectations
"I was looking for you," Miroku lied easily as he slid himself carefully on the bed and rested his weak knees.
"You shouldn't get up, you aren't fully healed," Sesshomaru's voice was somewhat soft and Miroku looked up from the floor he had found so interesting.
"Why are you..." before Miroku could finish he found himself on his back, staring up into slit amber eyes that looked down on him imploringly, as if asking a question and Miroku shifted uncomfortably beneath him, refusing to look into those eyes any longer, a reminder of the betrayal he felt somewhere in his heart, him betraying his love for Inuyasha. "Why are you treating me like this?" he finally pushed out, aware of how close Sesshomaru's face became to his own as the seconds passed by like minutes. Sesshomaru drew back slightly and his face took on that of more familiar qualities, his indifference.
"Do not confuse kindness," he whispered, staring deeply into Miroku's orbs before withdrawing from him completely, "with lust." And with that Sesshomaru left, going to ponder his new situation leaving Miroku lying on the bed, the ceiling the only witness of his half aroused state and confused expression.
Inuyasha grunted in his sleep, shifting to his side.
Miroku's warm hands were wrapped around the small of his back, his face flushed and lips parted at each thrust. His leg muscles would twitch and spasm with every thrust. His lips were locked at the junction between neck and shoulder, hips moving forward in an almost jerking motion as he thrusts in and out of Miroku. Looking up into his flushed face, Inuyasha watched in fascination as the monk moans and groans, opening his legs wider for him, lips working to form forgotten words lost in pleasure. His beautiful purple eyes were lidded as he looked up at him, soft, black locks shaping his face.
"Inuyasha," Miroku moaned out, the pace picking up. The hanyou could feel his fast approaching climax, Miroku's tight heat surrounding him, engulfing him as every thrust brought him deeper, closer. "Harder, faster," Miroku whispered in his ear, taking the soft, white fur covered ear into his mouth and suckling lightly as he pushed himself up, meeting with Inuyasha's thrust. The hanyou groaned loudly, going faster, pounding Miroku into the soft moss below them, using his teeth and tongue to mark and mare the neck below him.
"Inuyasha?" The voice came from nowhere. Inuyasha looked up confusedly to see Kouga's face where Miroku's should have been. With a yelp he stumbled backwards only to fall from his tree with a thump. Opening blurry eyes, Inuyasha looked up into confused eyes.
"What the hell?" he said groggily, sitting up from his indent to glare up at Kouga.
"You were grunting and groaning in your sleep," the wolf demon said in a matter of fact tone, haven come from the cave he had been residing in. He watched Inuyasha with sharp eyes as the hanyou re-climbed his tree, getting his fire rat coat with newfound energy. The scent was so strong, laced with arousal, the heat in the scent almost visible, causing his tail to wag behind him in anticipation. He stayed, however, his face somewhat bored as he watched Inuyasha climb back down, though his body hummed with arousal and excitement he was sure Inuyasha could smell if not feel. The sunrise was beautiful and the two stood, both looking to the mountains, the sun peeking over the tall silhouette in greeting.
"I wonder what Miroku's doing," Inuyasha breathed, eyes far away as he stared at the red and orange of the rising sun. He did not notice the look of burning jealousy tossed his way at the mention of the monk, the look surprising the one who gave it momentarily before they began to continue their walk, the mountains closer than the day before.
For the second time, Miroku awoke to the feeling of someone's chest against his back. The first thing he noticed when he awoke was his position. If he had been more awake his face would have been five shades darker then the red they were now and he was positive he was blushing crimson violet. His behind, usually sticking out as he tended to sleep in a somewhat fetal position, was pressed, tightly against a somewhat hard object, this hard object apart of a male's anatomy and he could only guess who this part of anatomy belonged to. Praying to whatever god there was out there, Miroku attempted to remove his behind from the slight intent, which must have been from the person behind him bending forward slightly. To his mortification, a moan from somewhere behind him erupted. The soft sound was like a gunshot to the originally quite room. In that moment, Miroku cursed the same gods he had been calling on, eyes closing tightly from their wide positions as a hand and arm snaked it's way around his waist and brought him closer to the person. In shame, his body began to react to the contact, the hard anatomy against him moving in a slight circular motion.
"Good morning, monk," the whisper was directly in his ear, the soft voice deep and rich against his back, causing a shiver to run up and down the length of his spine.
"Good morning," voice somewhat hoarse and rough compared to the delicate whisper, Miroku was surprised when another moan passed his holder's lips, the hard anatomy pressing somewhat harder against him. The monk could not help the moan that passed his lips, his eyes opening in surprise then a soft dropping of his lids in pleasure. When he began to press back the slight pressure and circular motion was gone, grinding hips retracting almost hesitantly from his own, soft breath gone from the curve of his earlobe. He sighed in irritation. Rolling over, Miroku watched with lidded eyes as Sesshomaru stood from the bed, face unreadable, as he was used to. The dog demon was dressed in only a pair of silk white pajama pants and the monk wondered momentarily if all he owned was white.
"You may go into the court yards, today, Jaken will show you the way when you are ready," Sesshomaru told him, grasping a white yukata from a chair and placing it on gracefully, leaving the sash untied. Without looking to Miroku, Sesshomaru moved to the doors.
"If you want to take me, than take me, don't play with me, I'm no toy," Miroku told him as the door slid open. Sesshomaru paused before looking to him over his shoulder, the slight turn of his head and upper body fluid.
"Ah, but you are, monk," and he swept from the room.
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I hope you liked it, sorry about the bit of a cliffhanger but what can I say, I'm a review maniac. As it was in previous chapters and in all of the stories I have written, I will not update without any reviews, please give them to me!
Please Review
Suggestions are open!
A/N: I hope all of you did not mind the wait too much. I hope you enjoy this chapter as it was somewhat harder to write then the first chapter. I disappointed anyone tell me, I like to be told what's wrong with what and if you want me to use an idea of yours I wil gladly do so and give you the recognition you deserve. Thanks for you time and here is the chapter you have been waiting for
Thanks to all my reviewers!!! I didn't expect so many and you can guess my surprise when after a little over two weeks I received seventeen reviews!
-------------------
Where we last left off...
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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Chapter Two: Suspicious Expectations
"I was looking for you," Miroku lied easily as he slid himself carefully on the bed and rested his weak knees.
"You shouldn't get up, you aren't fully healed," Sesshomaru's voice was somewhat soft and Miroku looked up from the floor he had found so interesting.
"Why are you..." before Miroku could finish he found himself on his back, staring up into slit amber eyes that looked down on him imploringly, as if asking a question and Miroku shifted uncomfortably beneath him, refusing to look into those eyes any longer, a reminder of the betrayal he felt somewhere in his heart, him betraying his love for Inuyasha. "Why are you treating me like this?" he finally pushed out, aware of how close Sesshomaru's face became to his own as the seconds passed by like minutes. Sesshomaru drew back slightly and his face took on that of more familiar qualities, his indifference.
"Do not confuse kindness," he whispered, staring deeply into Miroku's orbs before withdrawing from him completely, "with lust." And with that Sesshomaru left, going to ponder his new situation leaving Miroku lying on the bed, the ceiling the only witness of his half aroused state and confused expression.
Inuyasha grunted in his sleep, shifting to his side.
Miroku's warm hands were wrapped around the small of his back, his face flushed and lips parted at each thrust. His leg muscles would twitch and spasm with every thrust. His lips were locked at the junction between neck and shoulder, hips moving forward in an almost jerking motion as he thrusts in and out of Miroku. Looking up into his flushed face, Inuyasha watched in fascination as the monk moans and groans, opening his legs wider for him, lips working to form forgotten words lost in pleasure. His beautiful purple eyes were lidded as he looked up at him, soft, black locks shaping his face.
"Inuyasha," Miroku moaned out, the pace picking up. The hanyou could feel his fast approaching climax, Miroku's tight heat surrounding him, engulfing him as every thrust brought him deeper, closer. "Harder, faster," Miroku whispered in his ear, taking the soft, white fur covered ear into his mouth and suckling lightly as he pushed himself up, meeting with Inuyasha's thrust. The hanyou groaned loudly, going faster, pounding Miroku into the soft moss below them, using his teeth and tongue to mark and mare the neck below him.
"Inuyasha?" The voice came from nowhere. Inuyasha looked up confusedly to see Kouga's face where Miroku's should have been. With a yelp he stumbled backwards only to fall from his tree with a thump. Opening blurry eyes, Inuyasha looked up into confused eyes.
"What the hell?" he said groggily, sitting up from his indent to glare up at Kouga.
"You were grunting and groaning in your sleep," the wolf demon said in a matter of fact tone, haven come from the cave he had been residing in. He watched Inuyasha with sharp eyes as the hanyou re-climbed his tree, getting his fire rat coat with newfound energy. The scent was so strong, laced with arousal, the heat in the scent almost visible, causing his tail to wag behind him in anticipation. He stayed, however, his face somewhat bored as he watched Inuyasha climb back down, though his body hummed with arousal and excitement he was sure Inuyasha could smell if not feel. The sunrise was beautiful and the two stood, both looking to the mountains, the sun peeking over the tall silhouette in greeting.
"I wonder what Miroku's doing," Inuyasha breathed, eyes far away as he stared at the red and orange of the rising sun. He did not notice the look of burning jealousy tossed his way at the mention of the monk, the look surprising the one who gave it momentarily before they began to continue their walk, the mountains closer than the day before.
For the second time, Miroku awoke to the feeling of someone's chest against his back. The first thing he noticed when he awoke was his position. If he had been more awake his face would have been five shades darker then the red they were now and he was positive he was blushing crimson violet. His behind, usually sticking out as he tended to sleep in a somewhat fetal position, was pressed, tightly against a somewhat hard object, this hard object apart of a male's anatomy and he could only guess who this part of anatomy belonged to. Praying to whatever god there was out there, Miroku attempted to remove his behind from the slight intent, which must have been from the person behind him bending forward slightly. To his mortification, a moan from somewhere behind him erupted. The soft sound was like a gunshot to the originally quite room. In that moment, Miroku cursed the same gods he had been calling on, eyes closing tightly from their wide positions as a hand and arm snaked it's way around his waist and brought him closer to the person. In shame, his body began to react to the contact, the hard anatomy against him moving in a slight circular motion.
"Good morning, monk," the whisper was directly in his ear, the soft voice deep and rich against his back, causing a shiver to run up and down the length of his spine.
"Good morning," voice somewhat hoarse and rough compared to the delicate whisper, Miroku was surprised when another moan passed his holder's lips, the hard anatomy pressing somewhat harder against him. The monk could not help the moan that passed his lips, his eyes opening in surprise then a soft dropping of his lids in pleasure. When he began to press back the slight pressure and circular motion was gone, grinding hips retracting almost hesitantly from his own, soft breath gone from the curve of his earlobe. He sighed in irritation. Rolling over, Miroku watched with lidded eyes as Sesshomaru stood from the bed, face unreadable, as he was used to. The dog demon was dressed in only a pair of silk white pajama pants and the monk wondered momentarily if all he owned was white.
"You may go into the court yards, today, Jaken will show you the way when you are ready," Sesshomaru told him, grasping a white yukata from a chair and placing it on gracefully, leaving the sash untied. Without looking to Miroku, Sesshomaru moved to the doors.
"If you want to take me, than take me, don't play with me, I'm no toy," Miroku told him as the door slid open. Sesshomaru paused before looking to him over his shoulder, the slight turn of his head and upper body fluid.
"Ah, but you are, monk," and he swept from the room.
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I hope you liked it, sorry about the bit of a cliffhanger but what can I say, I'm a review maniac. As it was in previous chapters and in all of the stories I have written, I will not update without any reviews, please give them to me!
Please Review
Suggestions are open!