Disclaimer: Fuck you.

A/N: My first yaoi fanfic between Miroku and Sesshomaru. I've done lots of other characters before.
... means flashback talking

This is quite a short chapter, but its a prolouge anyways.

Summary: Miroku is raped and then left by none other than Sesshomaru. After recovering from the attack, Miroku starts having dreams-disturbing, yes...but also...erotic. Somehow, he can't get the demons long, slik-like sliver hair out of his mind...or the demons slow, sensous kisses on his body...

Prolouge-Silver Silk

Yes... whispers a voice in the semi-darkness of the night. He makes no sound at all-either because he can't, or because he won't, he doesn't know. Maybe both. Maybe neither.

And then again, maybe, they are making noises...but he doubts it very much. A moan escapes from one of them. They both don't know who did it.

Please... the voice comes again, but it sounds half-heartedly.

Don't do this...

A chuckle rose into the silent night. A murmur was heard, but nobody would've heard the words anyway.
A gloved hand reaches out to run its fingers through that sliver hair that tickled his chest lightly. It was so pretty-no, pretty didn't describe it...beautiful was what he was looking for. And it felt...smooth as silk.

The moonlight shone brightly on the figures, but it wouldn't have helped. They both knew who the other person was.

Their lips touched, and the voice was heard, but it was the last time.

No...more...

The youkai kissed him deeply, and they both moaned. It was wrong...but it was right. He hadn't felt it before, but now he did. The pain was coming back, but it was full of pleasure, and he didn't stop either because he can't, or because he won't.

Miroku knew which one it was.