A/N: This chapter will probably be a bit longer, and I will definitely push myself to try and make it longer for you. It's 3:32 am here, and I just finished with the second chapter. When I started that second one, it was in January. Just finsished it at 3:30 am.
Anyhow, does Sesshomaru seem a little ooc? He does to me. My story though, so who cares, really? I like to draw shit out-bad habit of mine. It sucks, too, because we're doing this course in school-creative writing-, and I like to make long stories, not SHORT stories!
By the way...this may be the last chapter.
Um...I also have a problem...I'm not sure if Sesshomaru rules the west or the east. If he rules the west, then I'll just change it in later chapters. But please tell me, because I've forgotten. Oh, did I mention that Sesshomaru has BOTH arms in this story? Well, he does.
Okay, I've bullshitted you enough already-3:38 am here. Time to get down to buisness.
Enjoy.
Chapter Four-Naraku Dolls and Sesshomaru Stalking-Part Two
Miroku sighed as pale fingers caressed his skin, sharp teeth nicking his skin just slightly before being lapped at. His hands ran through the hair that was like silk. Soft and shining in the moonlights beams.
He gasped softly as a wet warmth licked his stomach, and trailed lower, and lower. Miroku had to know who was giving him such pleasure, and he looked down to see an amber gaze looking back at him.
"Sesshomaru...!"
Miroku sat up with a gasp, and looked around. Or tried to, really. It was pitch dark, and he could here the sounds of the crickets chirruping lazily. Running a hand down his face, a sharp pain to the right of his neck made him gasp, and he touched the spot there. There was a strange indent in his skin there.
It felt odd, Miroku mused as he brushed his fingers over the skin. There was two sets of big indents, set about a thumbnail apart from eachother (length wise) and an inch of space between them. In between the big sets, he felt small, tiny indents, one right next to the other.
Touching the strange mark did him no good-he still had no idea what it was, and shrugged, before falling back onto the covers of the sleeping bags that Kagome had set up for him and the rest of the gang.
He then turned to the contents of his dream. Sesshomaru. The one that he had grown to want, and desire over the past two weeks.
Two weeks.
It had been two weeks since their last encounter. He wondered when he would next see him-even if he caught a glimpse of him, he would be happier than he was now. Sango was getting restless again-she had reminded him of her offer to bear his children-but if he was going to be with Sesshomaru, then how was he going to keep the line running?
'Maybe we'll beat that damn Naraku before I die. I hope so...I'll miss her. And I'll miss Sesshomaru...' Miroku yawned, lie down, and closed his eyes, then re-opened them. "Damn. Even in my dreams, he's still there..." he muttered, and shifted to get more comfortable. Finally, he sat up, and sighed.
"No use. Why even bother..." With that, Miroku dragged his blankets over to the tree opposite the one Inuyasha sat in, and leant his back against it.
The rough bark against the back of his robes was uncomfortable, but he didn't plan on going to sleep anytime soon anyhow.
As soon as that thought flashed across his mind, he was out like a light.
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His back hurt like hell-such are the rewards of sleeping against an uncomfortable tree. How did Inuyasha do it?
Groaning, he sat up, and stretched, his bones cracking. Openeing his eyes, he saw that it wasn't very light out; there seemed to be a light mist over the ground. He looked up at the tree Inuyasha was occupying, and found the half-demon staring at him.
"Why are you sitting against a tree instead of laying down like the others?" He asked, his voice cold, but his eyes colder. Miroku scratched his neck uncomfortably, and opened his mouth to reply, but found he had no answer, so he instead closed it.
Inuyasha continued to stare at him, until Miroku sighed, shrugged his shoulders, and looked away. Inuyashas' eyes reminded him a bit to much of his older brothers.
Miroku looked around the rest of the campsite, and noticed that Sango, Kagome, Kirara, and Shippo were still asleep. Bringing himself up to stand on his feet, Miroku stretched again, and shot a glance at Inuyasha, who had resumed his normal position in the tree.
Miroku started a fire, and sat near it, trying to warm his body. He didn't dare drag the sleeping bag near the flame; it would catch fire almost immediately. They'd all experienced that disaster when Shippo had brought the bag near the fire in an early morning haze. What a way to wake up.
Miroku shivered. Why did it have to be so damn cold in the morning? He wished that he had something that he could wrap around him; something fireproof...and fluffy-perferably the color white-and long warm, and-
Miroku jerked as he realized that he was fantasizing about Sesshomarus' long white boa that he always carried around with him. Shaking his head, the monk hoped that they'd see the demon. He really needed his concentration, for they were now being confronted by demons daily, and he was pretty sure that his friends were getting quite annoyed with his current problem.
Several hours later, Kagome and Sango were up, along with a half-asleep Shippo, and a purring Kirara. "We should get ready to go after breakfast, Inuyasha. I sense some jewel shards more over to the east,"
Inuyasha nodded, and sat down. An hour later, they were full and ready to go. Miroku jumped up onto Kirara's back, and wrapped his arms round Sangos waist. They were up in the air in a few seconds, and Miroku shivered. The air was still cold from the mornings early fog.
There was silence for a while, before Inuyasha yelled for them to stop. As they landed, Mirokus heartbeat spead up. Was it him?
"What is it, Inuyasha?" asked Kagome, jumping down from the half-demons back. Inuyasha sniffed the air, and growled. "It's my brother, thats what!" he hissed, and both Kagome and Sango sent Miroku worried looks. "What? I can handle myself; no need to be worried, ladies." Miroku said, but there was an obvious waver to it, which was caused by the excitment of getting to see Sesshomaru again.
"Right then," Inuyasha said, and withdrew his sword. Kagome readied her bow and arrow, and Sango got into her fighting stance. Miorku grasped the beads around his cursed arm weakly, and Sango turned to him.
"You don't have to fight, Miroku. We can handle this without you...please, stay with Kirara and Shippo...if not for your own safety, then for me...?" Miroku took a step forward, and shook his head. "He won't hurt me, I know it."
Sango gave him a look, and asked, "What makes you think that?" Miroku shrugged, and let go of the beads around his arm. "I just know he won't, Lady Sango." Sango opened her mouth to retort, but was cut off when she saw Sesshomaru appeared some ten feet from Inuyasha.
Miroku's knees went weak, and he took an involuntary step back as Sesshomaru took a step forward. His usual mask was in place, and his eyes swept the gang until it landed on him. Miroku opened his mouth slightly, and let it hang there.
"Jaken," said the dog demon quietly, and the green scaled demon ran up beside his lord. "Yes, my lord?" Sesshomaru was quiet for several seconds, before the full demon replied quietly to his servant.
"Keep an eye on my monk," Miroku's eyes widened, and he heard a collective gasp as the people around them spun around to face him when they heard what came out of Sesshomaru's mouth.
"He is mine, and mine alone."
Nobody had any real time to digest this, because just like that, Inuyasha lunged at his brother, making Jaken squeak, and run away. Sesshomaru easily dodged his attack, and brought up his two fingers. Brining them down, his poison whip lashed at the ground in front of Inuyasha, making the half demon jump back.
Sesshomaru's face, usually masked behind a calm emotion, was taken off and thrown to the side. He was glaring daggers at his half demon brother, and floated to the ground, his back now turned to Miroku, and a good seven feet away from the monk. Neither Sango nor Kagome had tried to fight the full demon lord. They somehow knew that they were no match for him, and it was a feud between the brothers that neither women could resolve.
"I have not came here to fight, Inuyasha!" The tone of Sesshomarus' voice was surprising to everyone-Lord Sesshomaru, Ruler over the Plains of The East, did not shout. Inuyasha stilled, and glared at his brother. "I don't care what the fuck you've come for, Sesshomaru, but whatever it is, your not getting it!"
The whole landscape was suddenly met with a blast of cold air that could rival the Wind Tunnels' power, and Miroku fell to the ground, along with Kagome and Sango, grabbing onto the grass for dear life. Sesshomarus' hair was swirling around him, and Miroku could sense the anger coming off of him.
Just as soon as the wind started up, it stopped. Sesshomaru's hair fell back into place, and Miroku found himself wanting to run his hands through the silver hairs silky texture.
"I am not fighting a low life demon like you, dear brother. All I have come here for is to speak with the...MY...monk." Sesshomaru's voice was once again calm, but Miroku knew his eyes were most likely still piercing his younger brother.
"You're not talking to him, Sesshomaru, so fuck off!"
Sesshomar uwas suddenly in front of his younger brother, and had his hand around his throat, lifting him off the ground. "Inuyasha!" shouted Kagome, readying an arrow. Miroku's heart seemed to stop, and he grabbed her ankle as she stood up, pointing the arrow in the older brothers direction.
Seeing as Miroku was still on the ground, Kagome looked down at him. "Don't do it Kagome...please...Inuyasha!" Miroku stood up as he called Inuyasha's name, and Sesshomaru dropped the half-demon, moving out of Mirokus' way so he could see Inuyasha panting.
"What!" he screamed, and Sesshomaru growled. "I...I want to know what he has to say, Inuyasha. And I think I deserve the oppourtunity, too." Miroku replied, sending Sesshomaru a weary look. Inuyasha narrowed his eyes in disbelief, and shook his head.
"Why! So he can go and fuck you again! No, Miroku! I don't think-" Miroku rolled his eyes and stepped forward. "Exactly, Inuyasha! You don't think! You don't think at all, do you? Hasn't it occured to you that maybe I can make my own decisions for myself?"
Inuyasha was speechless at this, and nobody did anything for several seconds. Then, after an awkward silence, Sesshomaru stepped past Inuyasha, and towards Miroku. Miokus' heart sped up, and he felt Sango shift next to him. Half of Miroku wanted to turn and flee from the man who had done this to him, while the other half wanted to throw himself into Sesshomarus arms, and place kisses all over the demons body.
Within seconds, Sesshomaru was standing in front of him, and Miroku was staring up at the demon. He took a deep breath, and shifted closer, just slightly, so no one even caught it. Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes at Sango and Kagome, who both backed away and to the side.
Sesshomaru brought one hand up to Mirokus' neck, and a finger traced around the mark that Miroku had been trying to find out what it had been earlier. Miroku sighed gently, and closed his eyes as Sesshomaru leaned closer. Miroku could smell the deep forest on the silver haired demons body as he placed his mouth next to Mirokus' ear, nipping at it gently, before whispering in his ear words that had Miroku dizzy and weak kneed.
"You are now my mate, Miroku. I have marked you as mine. You are no longer available to anyone else."
Sesshomaru placed his other hand around the monks waist, and drew him closer as he continued to whisper in his ear. "You are mine. Mine, nobody elses'." His mates hand stilled on the mark, and Miroku's eyes fluttered open, only to see amber colored eyes looking into his deeply. Miroku knew what he was going to do, and forgot about everything as his eyes fluttered closed again, and Sesshomaru pressed his lips to Mirokus'.
His kiss was gentle, and Miroku sighed, opening his mouth without any hesistation, and Sesshomaru's tongue probed his gently. Miroku vaguley heard the gasps of surprise from Inuyasha and Kagome, and shriek of anger from Sango; instead, he reached up, and grasped his mates hair gently, and ran his hands through the silky tresses, moaning softly.
Sesshomaru pulled him closer to his own body, and wrapped both arms around him. The kiss was slowly turning more passionate, and he pulled back from the monk before anything got to serious. Miroku buried his face in his mates' chest, and felt the burning sensation behind his eyes. Blinking his eyes, he tried to hold back the tears. Why was he crying? He had just been claimed by Sesshomaru; the mark on his neck was no doubt the teeth mark that Sesshomaru had left on him when he was raped...so why was he so sad?
Perhaps, he thought, sniffing as Sesshomaru gently licked the tears from his face, it was the fact that both Kagome and Inuyasha were having to keep ahold of Sango's struggling frame. She seemed beyond being pissed off with him-she seemed furious. Not that Miroku could blame her. Hadn't she just decided to bear his child after years of begging and groping and the mindless flirting with other women? And hadn't he just turned her away? And for Inuyasha's brother, no doubt.
Miroku sighed, and smiled at Sesshomaru, who bowed his head, his silver bangs covering his eyes. Miroku looked away. Somehow he had sensed that Sesshomaru didn't want him to see him being embarassed. Sangos' shrieking was abruptly cut off, and Miroku looked over, to see that Inuyasha had knocked her out, glaring at her angrily. Kagome, for once didn't look to upset about it.
Inuyasha turned to them, and Sesshomaru instantly shifted his form, so he could protect Miroku anytime if anything happened. The half-demon slowly walked over to them, Kagome behind a worried look on her face. Inuyasha, on the other hand had a weird frown on his face.
"What the hell is this?" he asked, in a surprisingly calm voice, and Miroku grasped Sesshomaru's robes tighter. Sesshomaru glared at hi brother, and spoke back in his usual calm voice, "I would have thought you would have figured it out by now, Inuyasha. But then again," Sesshomaru stated, glaring, "I always knew you half-demons were stupid." Miroku looked up at Sesshomaru, and nugded him gently. "Please, Sesshomaru...don't call hims that..."
The full demon didn't do anything, instead he kept speaking to Inuyasha, yet he didn't call him a half demon again. "Miroku is now my mate, Inuyasha. Fortunately, you have no say in the matter, dear brother." Inuyasha just narrowed his eyes, and Kagome stepped forward.
"Miroku will...he will still help us, won't he? I mean...he has a curse that he has to break, Lord Sesshomaru..." Kagome asked in a small voice, deciding that being courteous would be best. Sesshomaru didn't say anything for several seconds, bringing one hand up to toy with Mirokus' hair.
Finally, he looked the girl straight in the eye, and said, "If he wishes it," Kagome sighed in relief, and smiled. "But," he continued, and her smile faltered, "But I will always be nearby-being to far away from your mate after claiming can kill both of the companions. I will...visit...occaisonally..." Kagome nodded at this, but Inuyasha shook his head. "I don't like being stalked..." he muttered, crossing his arms and Kagome shot him a look.
Miroku watched the conversation somewhat in awe. He had never expected Inuyasha to accept that he liked the same sex, let alone that he happened to have mated with Sesshomaru. Kagome seemed to take it all in one stride, however, and Miroku sighed again. He was suddenly tired, and yawned to emphasize his point.
Sesshomaru glanced down at him, and then back at Inuyasha. They seemed to have a mental understanding, and after a few seconds of staring at eachother, Inuyasha sighed, uncrossed his arms, and nodded. Sesshomaru floated upwards, and away farther to the east. His mate would sleep in his bed for one night before he claimed him once more-this time, properly.
Miroku awoke to lying on a soft bed, covered with a thin red silk blanket and Sesshomaru's boa. Miroku grabbed the boa and held it to himself tightly. After a few seconds, Miroku sat up, and looked around the room.
The room was decorated with black and red-the two main colors of this room. The futon Miroku was on had a black silk matress, and a deep red silk blanket. The pillows were satin, and changed from deep red to black in the light when he shifted against it.
The screen that seperated the room from the outside world was also black, but slightly see-through. The walls around him were a deep red color, and the floor was set with maroon and black tiles. There was a window on the left of the room, and the silk black and red curtains were drawn, bringing inn the sunlight.
Next to the window was another doorway, this one with a sliding doors. Miroku suspected that this was the bathroom.
Miroku gazed around the room, and clutched at the boa. Where was he? He knew he had to be at Sesshomaru's grounds, but exactly where on Sesshomaru's grounds?
He stood up and stepped down from the futon, making his way to the bathroom door. Sliding the doors apart, he froze what he was doing.
There, in the water in front of him, was Sesshomaru. He was just starting to get out, too, so Miroku caught a good look at his mate. Blushing, he quickly closed the door, and felt himself get hard. Now he definitely needed a bath.
After Miroku was done with his bath, he walked outside, a fluffy towel wrapped around his body, and saw that his other clothes were missing, only to be replaced with a black and silver kimono, and even a black and silver silk arm warmer for his windtunnel. Next to the armwarmer, was a pair of silver sandals. Miroku smiled to himself, and began to dress in the outfit.
It was perfect. The silver was lining the seams, and had a pattern of small silver flowers in random places all over the black. The armwarmer was the same. The kimono fit around his waist, hugging his hips, and flowing out into a a dress that stopped just above his ankles. Miroku pulled on the sandals, and found a brush lying on top of the black dresser.
Miroku began to brush his hair, and after making sure he looked good enough, tied it up with a black silk ribbon. Sighing, Miroku hesistantly stepped forward torwards the screen. Just as he about to open it, hwever, it was slid back, and a young girl rushed in.
"Are you the one that Lord Sesshomaru has taken as a mate? But your a boy, aren't you? Do you like him? Does he like you? I've heard about demons, you know, who take mates and don't like them sometimes! But I'm sure that Sesshomaru-sama likes you! What's your name? I'm Rin!"
Miroku smiled at the girl, and crouched down to her level. Her slightly messy hair was cute, and she smiled back at him innocently. "My name is Miroku, Rin. I am pleased to meet you. Yes, I am Lord Sesshomaru's mate, yes I am a male. I like him very much, I am not sure that he likes me though, and I hope he does like me."
Rin cocked her head, and grabbed Miroku's arm. "Come play with me please! Master Jaken said that I shouldn't come and bother you, but Jaken is fooling around with Sesshomaru's forbidden ales' again, so he won't know. Besides, I think your nice! Am I talking to much? Lord Sesshomaru says that one so little shouldn't talk so much. Usually everyone tells me to be quiet. I listen most of the time, but sometimes I can't help it."
Miroku let himself be dragged out of the room, grinnig as Rin talked. She looked at him expectantly, and he shook his head. "No, Rin, I don't think you talk to much. I once knew a demon who had a curse placed upon him, and he kept talking and talking-he couldn't stop!" Miroku smiled at the girl as they sat down on the bench in a garden that the girl had led him to. "Would you like to hear the story?"
Rin nodded, and Miroku began to tell the tale. "Well, once, many years ago, I..."
Several minutes later, Rin was giggling and Miroku was laughing also. The tale of the demon who talked himself to death had led him to another story, and another, and he had just finished one that was about the human that fell into the lake trying to save his own reflection(compliments of Kagome's moral book), and laughed again when Rin's stomach growled.
Hopping off the bench, Rin turned to look at Miroku, and smiled. "Are you hungry, Miroku-sama? If you are, follow me! I will take you to the dining hall! I hope Sesshomaru-sama has not started without me. He did that once, and I went hungry for two hours..." Miroku shook his head as the girl started to ramble again, and let himself be once again dragged off to another location.
They came upon the dining hall, which was empty, and was quite comfortably sized for one-not to big, not to small- and Rin sighed irritably. "I'm not sure if Sesshomaru-sama has eaten already, or not. Maybe I should go check with Jaken...if he's not passed out again...stay here for me, Lord Miroku, please? I need to find out if we can get some food. I will be right back!"
And just like that, the child was gone. The silence seemed to stretch for hours, when in reality, it was only a few minutes. To pass the time, he began to explore the place, when he realized what Rin had called him-lord! He was a lord now? Yes, he was, if he was Sesshomaru's mate.
Taking in the decorations(which were light blue and silver), Miroku sighed, and sat down on one of the chairs. Where was Sesshomaru? Surely hr wouldn't just up and leave without telling him, would he? But that would be Sesshomaru for you, wouldn't it? Here one minute, gone the next.
Propping his elbows on his knees, he placed his head on his hands. He had always been known to be calm about situations like this-waiting for his prey to come, so he could kill it...or waiting for Naraku to come to them, so they could attack first...which never actually happened-but now he was quite the restless one, much like Inuyasha or Shippo when it came to battles...but then again, he thought as he smiled, Shippou had always been more nervous than anxious to fight.
Brushing away a stray peice of hair, Miroku leaned back against the chairs soft cushion. Where was that girl? As soon as he wondered that, Rin came running in from the halls, panting, and dragging a struggling Jaken with her.
"Lord Miroku, Lord Miroku! I have found Jaken, my lord!" Miroku tried to hide the blush that crept up to his face as he heard her call him "lord". "Please, Rin...call me Miroku...I'm not used to such antics." Rin just nodded, and brushed it off. She then looked down and frowned. "What are doing, Master Jaken?"
Miroku bit his lip to keep himself from laughing as Rin let go just as Jaken gave a viscious tug. He flailed through half the room, trying to gain his balance, before falling backwards. When he was upright, Miroku was covering his mouth, and Rin was giggling. Jaken glared at them both, and screeched, "Rin! You insolent girl; why did you drag me here! Rin! You stupid girl..." Jaken muttered loudly, and Rin's laughter gradually died down.
"I'm sorry, Master Jaken, but we just wanted to know if you knew where Lord Sesshomaru was...? I am very hungry, and so is Miroku-sama," Miroku sighed as she called him lord again. Apparently, Rin was a bit forgetful.
"It's Miroku, Rin," he corrected, but it was drowned out by the voice of Jaken screeching, "You dragged me away from the ale just to ask me this! Why didn't you ask me back there! I could've told you right than and there, but now I won't tell you a damn thing!" Rin walked over to Jaken, and grabbed him.
"Wha-?" was all the green demon got out before the girl hugged him. "I'm sorry, Master Jaken. It won't happen again." she said, and released him. Jakens' face was tinted a darker green, and Miroku knew that he was probably blushing. Jaken instead glared at Rin, and muttered something.
Rin's face lit up, and she turned around, and grabbed Miroku. "Come, Miroku sam-er...Miroku! Master Jaken says that Lord Sesshomaru is in the training area!" Miroku wrenched his arm out of the girls grip, and smiled slightly. "Should we really bother him, then?" he asked, suddenly feeling nervous.
"Well, if you're hungry, then we should. My lord will not come out of the training area for awhile, and he should not skip breakfast, or any meal for that matter! You could get really sick! I remember when my mother was sick, and she skipped eating, because it made her throw up, but my father forced her to eat, and she got better! Oh, and then...this...time..." Rins voice trailed off and became fainter and fainter as they ran down the halls towards Sesshomarus' training quarters.
Sesshomaru's skin was shiny with perspiration, and he only had on his kimono(which was hanging off his torso to show his toned chest and muscles), and was fighting a bucnh of other demons, who seemed to be in the lowerclass(to dumb to talk), and Miroku watched s his mates muscles rippled under his skin. No wonder he didn't out up a fight when he had been raped. Honestly...Sesshomaru was beautiful...and he was all his.
He felt Rin shift slightly behind him, and her hands grasp his kimono shakingly-the demons seemed to frighten Rin very much. Miroku turned slightly to smile at her reassuringly, and backed up a little bit so they were closer to the door. Rins clutch on his outfit lessened just a bit, and Miroku once again floated off into a dreamland as he watched Sesshomaru fight.
He was so engrossed, however, that he didn't realize that he was going to be attacked before it was to late to release his Wind Tunnel, and Rin screamed, grabbing onto his kimono desperately. Miroku turned to shield her from the attack, and closed his eyes tightly, hoping against hope that it would miss, it had to miss; he had just found someone who loved him, and he them...please let it miss!
Several seconds passed, and Miroku didn't feel anything hit him. He could feel Rin shaking, and he could hear her whimpers of fear and almost taste his tears that he was holding back, and he vaguely felt something wet on his chest, before a voice broke his thoughts.
"What are you two doing here?"
It was Sesshomaru, and Rin shifted slightly out of his grasp, and he let her move away...he didn't think he could hold onto her anymore anyways...his hands fell weakly onto the cool white floor below him, and he turned his head just a bit to see Sesshomaru looking down at him, concern etched into his features, but also something that looked vaguely like anger and worry, and Miroku shrugged helplessly. What could he say-Rin decided to drag him here after Jaken probably told her not to go? And if he did, it wasn't his fault he hadn't known, and Sesshomaru was now putting his kimono back up and over his body, and Miroku drew in a shaky breath.
"Rin, did you bring him here?" He couldn't see the girl, but he saw Sesshomarus' eyes flash dangerously. "And where is Jaken?" he asked quietly. Rin told him where, and Sesshomaru looked ahead towards the door. "Go get him, Rin. I need to speak to him." Rin nodded, and seemed to forget her appetite as she hurried out the door. Either that, or like Miroku, whose appetite had disappered, she wasn't hungry anymore.
He felt gentle hands pull him upwards into a standing position, and Miroku looked down at the floor. For some reason, he felt guilty about coming here without Sesshomaru knowing, and willed himself not to blink; he was sure his tears would fall then.
But he did blink, and the tears did indeed fall, and he wasn't crying for himself; no, he was crying because he could've left Sesshomaru, and hadn't he said that a mate being to faraway from it's partner for to long could kill them? It had to be the same if one of the mates died, wouldn't it?
Miroku sniffed as Sesshomaru drew him into his chest, and wiped the tears from his face. He drew in another shaky breath, inhaling his mates smell, and loving it-even after his intense fight, Sesshomaru smelled of the forest and somewhat of rain. Miroku smiled softly. The smell of Sesshomaru calmed him down just enough for him draw back a bit, and it was then that the full dog demon took in what Miroku was wearing-the kimono showed off all of his(surprisingly) womanly curves, and was open a bit at the chest so he could see a slightly toned muscle.
Miroku stepped forward, standing closer to the demon, and he let his eyelids droop as he leaned in to kiss him, Sesshomaru meeting him halfway there. The kiss was soft and gentle, but soon turned into a more passionate and rougher kiss, Sesshomaru able to deepen the kiss with his being at least a few inches taller than Miroku.
Wrapping his arms around his neck, Miroku moaned Sesshomaru's name, and dipped back down towards the ground slightly, so the kiss was deepened even farther than before. Miroku didn't fall as Sesshomaru had secured his other arm around behind Mirokus back, and was gripping the kimono's material there harshly, but being careful not to rip it.
The kiss was ended shortly after Miroku had fallen towards the floor, and they pulled back, the need for oxygen becoming a must. Miroku was panting, while Sesshomaru was just breathing a little irregularly(sp?). Sesshomaru leaned down so his mouth was next to Miroku's ear, and licked at the lobe, before pulling at it with his teeth. He then began to suck on it, and Miroku groaned loudly and deeply.
Sesshomaru shivered, but Miroku didn't catch it, and instead ran his hands through Sesshomaru's sliky hair, and wondered how he had ever survived without this demon. "Sesshomaru-sama, I have found-" Miroku froze as he heard Rin's voice ring out through the air, and Sesshomaru nipped his ear before pulling back. Miroku could feel the heat rush up to his face, and his eyes found a very intresting part on the floor.
"-I have found Master Jaken, my lord! But he is asleep...what do you want me to do?" Sesshomaru blinked lazily, before waving his hand at her. "Watch the insolent beast. When he awakes, tell him that he has been summoned down to the dugeons." Miroku blinked up at his mate, then his gaze slid to rest on Rin, whose face was serious, and she bowed. "Yes, my lord!" she said, and turned to leave. Halfway to the door, she turned and waved at Miroku.
"Good-bye, Lord Miroku!" Miroku sighed, shook his head, and muttered, "I told her my name is Miroku...just Miroku," Sesshomaru stood quietly behind him, before encircling his arms around his mates waist, and nuzzling his neck. Miroku sighed, and leaned his head back so Sesshomaru could have better.
"When you are my mate, Miroku," Sesshomaru growled, and licked the monks neck, "then you are a lord." Sesshomaru finished, and Miroku felt his stomach flutter and his knees turn weak.
"Oh gods..." he murmured, and his eyes shut out the world as he surrended himslef to Sesshomaru's overwhelming pleasure.
End of chapter four! How did you like it? It certainly ended on a very steamy note, don't you think? A lemon scene is coming up, as well as a surprise! The ending of this story is coming close, so review for me, please! Thanks!
WitchBlade
