Chapter 3
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR!?" Inu Yasha screamed as he held his sensitive ears.
"Ahem...I could ask the same of you." Miroku's eye's met with his, utter confusion seemed to drip off the poor hanyou.
Finally noticing Miroku's disheveled clothes he asked, "What happened to your clothes?" His eyebrow arched as he looked at the red welts on his friends neck and chest.
"You happened Inu Yasha. I'm not sure what happened to you, but you seemed to be quite out of it." Miroku said coolly as he tried to straighten his robes. He heard the faint yells of his female companions and tried to quickly cover up the red marks left by Inu Yasha's playful sucking and nipping. Inu Yasha picked up on the yells as well and began to panic almost instantly.
"HOUSHI!? INU YASHA?!" Kagome and Sango ran to them as they saw the two lying haphazardly on the ground. Shippou climbed down back to the ground as he walked over to Inu Yasha. "Stupid Inu Yasha, you made them worry."
"Shut up brat." Inu Yasha growled as he tried to regain some composer and pride. 'What the hell just happened now? All I can remember is that sweet aroma...'
Gasping as she caught site of the half naked monk Sango faltered back, "Houshi! What happened to you?" Worry dancing in her eyes. Kagome looked back at the monk with slight suspicion 'Those look like hikkies'
"Okay you two, spill it."
"Whatever do you mean Kagome-sama?"
"You know what I mean, just look at your neck!" Kagome motioned to the red welts plastered all over the hoshi's neck
Miroku had no idea how to explain the problem as he looked at the now two very confused women. He wasn't even sure what happened himself, it all happened so fast that it almost barely registered in his mind that the hanyou nearly had his way with him. All he could do was give Inu Yasha a side ways glance in hope that the hanyou could think of something to appease the women.
"..." Inu Yasha looked back at the monk, he certainly didn't have to many answers for him, just a whole slew of questions. What happened back there? Did he really do that to Miroku?
He thought back to the sweet aroma and could only conclude that it was to blame. Every night when the monk fell into a blissful slumber the scent would come in waves. Washing over him and enticing him to take the monk, and that's when it hit him. The aroma was usually just faint enough to tease, but when he approached the spring it assaulted his senses causing them to go into over drive, and that's when he lost it.
"Well? We're waiting. Just tell us what happened; we know it had to have started when that creature attacked Miroku. You've been acting oddly ever since then." Sango said matter-of-factly.
"It was probably because of that smell." Shippou chipped in, unknowingly getting a glare from Inu Yasha.
"What smell?" Kagome inquired, looking over at the kitsune with interest.
Inu Yasha quickly glared at the kitsune trying to silence him with a quick movement of his thumb across his neck. But the action didn't phase the kit, knowing that his mother was nearby to protect him was reassuring enough for him to keep telling his tale.
"Well ever since we tended Miroku's wounds and that purple gew disappeared he's been smelling kind of…"
"Kind of what?" Sango peered down at him.
"I don't know how to describe the smell, it smells like when you and Kagome don't let me bathe with you for a week a month." His head tilted slightly to the side pondering why they did that.
A quick blush plastered both women's faces at the mention of that week. Did the kit mean to say that the monk smelt like a woman in heat? How was that even possible? Then their thoughts turned to something else the kit said.
"What purple gew?" The girls rang out in unison
Inu Yasha winced at the inquisitive look the group gave him. How was he supposed to tell them about the liquid now? He thought it unnecessary since it had disappeared without a trace, causing no harm while it lingered about Miroku's battered form. It did have the slight scent of Naraku at the time, but he gave it no heed, allot of youkai gave off the stench of Naraku to some degree. Mostly were those that were disgorged from his body, Naraku finding no more use for them. He hadn't even given thought to tell Miroku about it.
Inu Yasha bit his lip, "Well you see...while I was tending to Miroku's wounds there was this purple liquid that some how ended up all around him..." Rubbing the back of his head he wasn't to sure on how to continue. That's when Shippou piped in, "It wouldn't let us near him but then it disappeared!"
"Wait a minute, your telling me, that this purple liquid was all around me and was attacking you? And you couldn't find the decency to tell me about it!?" Miroku yelled. "Didn't you think I had the right to know about it?!"
Inu Yasha and Shippou held their ears from the high-pitched wail that came from the monk, the girls could only nod and agree with the monks' statements.
"Well I didn't know this would happen!! I thought it was just some useless piece of Naraku that he'd thrown away!"
"WHAT?!" The group screamed in unison.
They had been traveling for little over two days now, heading back to Kaeda's village in hopes to find answers to why Miroku was attracting so many youkai.
They had barely left their campsite the other day before a group of youkai had managed to sneak up on the unexpecting monk and drag him off into the woods. Luckily Inu Yasha was quick to notice the monk's absence and the putrid scent of the youkai, and bring him back in one piece. Damage was next to none, some torn clothes here, some mussed up hair there, but all in all intact.
Miroku was clearly on edge since the first few attacks, staying in the middle of the group to make sure he was safe from being dragged off and possibly raped.
Inu Yasha on the other hand had become fiercely protective, any scent of youkai that wafted his way was found out and annihilated. Kagome and Sango were at odds with what to make of the hanyous behavior. His protectiveness was understandable, but he hovered and fawned around the monk as if he were glass.
Of course it didn't help that they had been gone for a good day without so much of a word until Miroku suddenly popped up in front of them on Inu Yasha's back as if nothing had happened.
This had happened after the third abduction of Miroku. They still couldn't figure out why they were gone for so long and why they were dodging their questions like the plague, but they had the sneaking suspicion that something important happened while they were off by themselves.
They were going to find out one way or another even if they had to tie them to a tree to do it.
Around the third abduction attempt Inu Yasha could barely contain himself. By the time he reached the monk he was already sprawled on the ground naked, two youkai holding his arms while the third slowly sucked on his member. The low moans he desperately wanted to hear seeped from the monks' lips, the aroused scent smacking him in the face and begging to be answered.
He stood there for a moment taking in the scene; his eye's transfixed on the beads of sweat coating the monks' skin. Then and there he knew he wanted the monk for himself.
He looked on at the scene, the heaving chest of the monk rising and falling with every suck and lick. The youkai's took no notice of him though as they switched positions and another one began to suck on his nipples with slow undulating licks and nibbles.
The monk moaned in pleasure, no longer struggling against them, but now urging them on to take him. His silent pleas didn't go unnoticed, as the two youkai holding down his arms, released their grasp and pulled him into a more open and easy accessible position.
Inu Yasha stood there transfixed until he heard the low guttural moan of the monk and snapped from his daze. Loosing himself at the orgy playing itself out in front of him he dashed in before the youkai could make his first thrust, tearing him apart.
"Get the fuck away from him! He's mine!" His chest rumbled as he growled at the startled youkai who initially backed away with feral snarls, dragging the poor monk with them.
"He's mine, I was about to claim him!" The one youkai took a defensive stance over the monk while the other snarled and pushed him out of the way.
"What are you talking about you fucking bastard!? He's MINE!"
Miroku lay in a heap, back to the ground, panting slightly as he calmed down. He moaned as he turned to the side, his body ached from all the activity, mainly the dragging him off and stripping part.
His moans didn't go unnoticed though as the feral youkai looked down possessively and Inu Yasha made a mad dash at the two knocking them to the ground and pinning them with his legs.
"Wh-what happened!?" Miroku jumped to his feet started by the sudden actions. His body aching with the sudden burst of energy.
'I was walking and then...oh god, not again. What's going on? My body's burning and I can't think straight, it's as if I blacked out entirely but have been awake the whole time. I just don't understand this! Why is this is happening to me!? And why the hell am I naked!??!' Miroku quickly snatched up his robes in a huff and looked to Inu Yasha who was mercilessly disposing of the youkai under his feet.
"I told you he was mine!" Inu Yasha hacked away at the youkai, ripping off an arm and beating them with it. His eye's bled red as he continued to scratch, claw and rip the youkai to pieces. Leaving a blood smear and grounded flesh soaking into the ground.
Miroku backed up cautiously pulling his robes around him then quickly running off into the woods.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!" Never in all of his life had the monk swore so many times as he dashed through the tree's spotting his staff and picking it up as he made his way.
'Those eye's, he's gone crazy again. SHIT! I can't use the kazaana so I'm left to defend myself with my staff and my sealing scrolls.' He snorted, what a fine mess this was, never in his life did he think something as bizarre as this would happen to him. But then again many strange things had been happening lately; the purple blood, those infernal youkai attacking him, Inu Yasha and where exactly were the girls? Off picnicking merrily as a rabid Inu Yasha hunt him down!?
He snorted again as he pulled his robes tighter around himself. He had been running for 30 minutes now and the pace he was running at was beginning to take its toll.
"I can't take this, I have to take a break or I'll be at Inu Yasha's whim if he finds me. Who knows what he'll do, he's been acting odd for a while now." Miroku plopped himself ungentlemanly like onto a log; taking a break as his heart slowed down.
"I just don't understand what's happening to me. Why are all these male youkai trying to....". No he wouldn't think about that right now, he had more pressing matters to attend to. The main one being to catch his breath and hope to god Inu Yasha was sane by the time he found him. Who knew what the hanyou would do in his blood lusting state, it was hard enough to tell when he was normal let alone crazed!
Miroku pulled his legs into the lotus position beginning to breath deeply to regain his stamina and his mind. What he would do for Buddha right now if he knew it would help him get away from all of these damn youkai. He'd never drink again, heck! he'd never grope Sango again if he knew they'd leave him alone. All this sexual activity was beginning to get to him, he indeed liked to perform the act, but even he had his limits and he was drawing the line here.
"Buddha, why have you forsaken me?" he sighed, "Isn't it enough that I have this kazaana? Isn't it enough I've vanquish all the evils I've seen?"
No answer, he wasn't expecting one, but still some sign would have been helpful, and suddenly he regretted his thoughts. For a sign from Buddha did come, it came in the form a pink-eyed hanyou lumbering from the woods to his current position.
With a startled jerk he made it to his feet watching as Inu Yasha slowly made his way to him. As the hanyou finally came within a couple of feet he noticed the bundle he had in his hand; two decapitated heads swaying as he gripped their blood matted hair.
He gulped, this wasn't good, wasn't good at all. His eye's locked with the terrified gazes plastered to the bloody faces of his past abductors and he broke out into a mad dash.
How could he?! He had never known the hanyou to be so brutal and so sadistic before. Sure he had slain many youkai since they'd known each other, but he never blatantly desecrated their bodies. But then again there was a first time for everything, this was just another thing to add to the growing list. One would only hope that nothing else would be added anytime soon, he didn't think that he could handle any more then this at the moment.
Miroku dived through some bushes, pushing back tawny limbs as he breathlessly came to a halt, a dead end and the only way was down.
He peered over the cliff face and debated his chances of surviving "Hmmmm…Inu Yasha, cliff, Inu Yasha, cliff." He sighed, "Choices choices! Either way I'm gonna end up a bloody pulp!"
He snorted as he crossed his arms over his chest 'This just isn't my day, I wonder what father would say if he knew I was the real mans man.'
"Probably say I was mixing up my signals, and to get my rear in gear." He had to chuckle at this, but his eye's wandered over the cliff's edge and to the thought of how the hell he was going to get out of this mess, one of them being jump and pray for the best.
The wind picked up sending a few stray leaves across the clearing and over the cliff. Perhaps this was another sign from Buddha; take the plunge. He mused as faint thuds came from the forest, turning slightly he scanned the tree line. His heart picking up as sweat began to moisten his forehead. Inu Yasha was laying in wait for him, and the only way out was down, or perhaps…
He began to formulate a plan, but his mind became lucid as a tugging sensation racked its way across his brain. It pulled at his senses, making his skin prickle as he felt a wave of yoki hit him. The sensation had only come to him once before, signaling him that great power was near and ready for the taking. He remembered back to the hot spring, the ping he felt before Inu Yasha interrupted, it rang out twice before fading into nothing.
Inu Yasha crouched down low in the tree, surveying his prey; his hands still gripped the two heads as they swayed with his movement. Sniffing the air he picked up the faint scent of musk from the monk but it was quickly covered up by the overwhelming stench of sweat and fear.
Dropping the heads he silently leapt to the ground and made his way to the monk; his hands bloody with remnants of flesh loosely clinging to his nails. He licked his hands clean, breaking the tree line and approaching the monk.
Looking at the lithe form he could tell the monk was concentrating intently on something within his mind; not taking notice of his approach.
Finally taking notice, Miroku backed up and slipped his hands into his robe to pull out his seals. He was sure this was a one shot deal, if he didn't manage to pull this off Inu Yasha would have his way, whether he liked it or not.
Backing up, he was nearly kissing the edge of the cliff when Inu Yasha managed to breathlessly whisper "Come here houshi…"
Taking small steps forward-he distanced himself from the cliff- but kept his distance from Inu Yasha. His eye's narrowed a bit when his eyes finally met with the hanyou's, dark pools of gold that were soft but held a yearning for his flesh. He knew it wasn't the hanyou's fault that he was in such a state, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to lay down without a fight!
"Inu Yasha, please, I know you're still in there. You need to stop this, I don't want to fight you." His words hung in the air as a gentle breeze blew by, tossing a few more leaves over the edge of the cliff, another sign from Buddha no doubt.
With a slight growl Inu Yasha stepped forward; the red in his eyes gone and replaced with a pink.
"You don't have a choice monk, I will mate with you."
His breathing seemed labored as he spoke, the temptation of raging blood to take over being suppressed with no little ease. He knew he wanted the monk, but reasons why eluded him until now: the soft skin and dark hair, the lean body and the dark onyx eyes. He wanted it all, and the tugging in his mind made the attraction all the more arousing. He had to have the monk, even if it was forced, the nagging tug would not cease until his appetite was quenched
"You will come willingly or by force, the choice is yours." Inu Yasha growled out, keeping his youkai blood back, the dying scent now coming back in full force
Miroku blanched, the words seeping from his friend's mouth were so unlike him, but he couldn't hold back the twinge of excitement and the ever-present ping in the back of his mind.
It whispered to him ' Let the hanyou take you, let him ravish you in ways you never thought possible. Take his power and make him mine.'
It's sensuous voice made his blood burn and that's when he finally realized to a small extent what was wrong with him.
Ahhh...sorry about such a long wait! Been a little lazy and a tad college bound. I'll try to update a bit more often neh? Don't want to keep you all hanging to see what happens, all I ask is at the lease 3 reviews per chapter. I really want feed back and suggestions on my story.
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P.S Punctuation and grammer has been fixxed in the first two chapters, also slight additions have been added.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR!?" Inu Yasha screamed as he held his sensitive ears.
"Ahem...I could ask the same of you." Miroku's eye's met with his, utter confusion seemed to drip off the poor hanyou.
Finally noticing Miroku's disheveled clothes he asked, "What happened to your clothes?" His eyebrow arched as he looked at the red welts on his friends neck and chest.
"You happened Inu Yasha. I'm not sure what happened to you, but you seemed to be quite out of it." Miroku said coolly as he tried to straighten his robes. He heard the faint yells of his female companions and tried to quickly cover up the red marks left by Inu Yasha's playful sucking and nipping. Inu Yasha picked up on the yells as well and began to panic almost instantly.
"HOUSHI!? INU YASHA?!" Kagome and Sango ran to them as they saw the two lying haphazardly on the ground. Shippou climbed down back to the ground as he walked over to Inu Yasha. "Stupid Inu Yasha, you made them worry."
"Shut up brat." Inu Yasha growled as he tried to regain some composer and pride. 'What the hell just happened now? All I can remember is that sweet aroma...'
Gasping as she caught site of the half naked monk Sango faltered back, "Houshi! What happened to you?" Worry dancing in her eyes. Kagome looked back at the monk with slight suspicion 'Those look like hikkies'
"Okay you two, spill it."
"Whatever do you mean Kagome-sama?"
"You know what I mean, just look at your neck!" Kagome motioned to the red welts plastered all over the hoshi's neck
Miroku had no idea how to explain the problem as he looked at the now two very confused women. He wasn't even sure what happened himself, it all happened so fast that it almost barely registered in his mind that the hanyou nearly had his way with him. All he could do was give Inu Yasha a side ways glance in hope that the hanyou could think of something to appease the women.
"..." Inu Yasha looked back at the monk, he certainly didn't have to many answers for him, just a whole slew of questions. What happened back there? Did he really do that to Miroku?
He thought back to the sweet aroma and could only conclude that it was to blame. Every night when the monk fell into a blissful slumber the scent would come in waves. Washing over him and enticing him to take the monk, and that's when it hit him. The aroma was usually just faint enough to tease, but when he approached the spring it assaulted his senses causing them to go into over drive, and that's when he lost it.
"Well? We're waiting. Just tell us what happened; we know it had to have started when that creature attacked Miroku. You've been acting oddly ever since then." Sango said matter-of-factly.
"It was probably because of that smell." Shippou chipped in, unknowingly getting a glare from Inu Yasha.
"What smell?" Kagome inquired, looking over at the kitsune with interest.
Inu Yasha quickly glared at the kitsune trying to silence him with a quick movement of his thumb across his neck. But the action didn't phase the kit, knowing that his mother was nearby to protect him was reassuring enough for him to keep telling his tale.
"Well ever since we tended Miroku's wounds and that purple gew disappeared he's been smelling kind of…"
"Kind of what?" Sango peered down at him.
"I don't know how to describe the smell, it smells like when you and Kagome don't let me bathe with you for a week a month." His head tilted slightly to the side pondering why they did that.
A quick blush plastered both women's faces at the mention of that week. Did the kit mean to say that the monk smelt like a woman in heat? How was that even possible? Then their thoughts turned to something else the kit said.
"What purple gew?" The girls rang out in unison
Inu Yasha winced at the inquisitive look the group gave him. How was he supposed to tell them about the liquid now? He thought it unnecessary since it had disappeared without a trace, causing no harm while it lingered about Miroku's battered form. It did have the slight scent of Naraku at the time, but he gave it no heed, allot of youkai gave off the stench of Naraku to some degree. Mostly were those that were disgorged from his body, Naraku finding no more use for them. He hadn't even given thought to tell Miroku about it.
Inu Yasha bit his lip, "Well you see...while I was tending to Miroku's wounds there was this purple liquid that some how ended up all around him..." Rubbing the back of his head he wasn't to sure on how to continue. That's when Shippou piped in, "It wouldn't let us near him but then it disappeared!"
"Wait a minute, your telling me, that this purple liquid was all around me and was attacking you? And you couldn't find the decency to tell me about it!?" Miroku yelled. "Didn't you think I had the right to know about it?!"
Inu Yasha and Shippou held their ears from the high-pitched wail that came from the monk, the girls could only nod and agree with the monks' statements.
"Well I didn't know this would happen!! I thought it was just some useless piece of Naraku that he'd thrown away!"
"WHAT?!" The group screamed in unison.
They had been traveling for little over two days now, heading back to Kaeda's village in hopes to find answers to why Miroku was attracting so many youkai.
They had barely left their campsite the other day before a group of youkai had managed to sneak up on the unexpecting monk and drag him off into the woods. Luckily Inu Yasha was quick to notice the monk's absence and the putrid scent of the youkai, and bring him back in one piece. Damage was next to none, some torn clothes here, some mussed up hair there, but all in all intact.
Miroku was clearly on edge since the first few attacks, staying in the middle of the group to make sure he was safe from being dragged off and possibly raped.
Inu Yasha on the other hand had become fiercely protective, any scent of youkai that wafted his way was found out and annihilated. Kagome and Sango were at odds with what to make of the hanyous behavior. His protectiveness was understandable, but he hovered and fawned around the monk as if he were glass.
Of course it didn't help that they had been gone for a good day without so much of a word until Miroku suddenly popped up in front of them on Inu Yasha's back as if nothing had happened.
This had happened after the third abduction of Miroku. They still couldn't figure out why they were gone for so long and why they were dodging their questions like the plague, but they had the sneaking suspicion that something important happened while they were off by themselves.
They were going to find out one way or another even if they had to tie them to a tree to do it.
Around the third abduction attempt Inu Yasha could barely contain himself. By the time he reached the monk he was already sprawled on the ground naked, two youkai holding his arms while the third slowly sucked on his member. The low moans he desperately wanted to hear seeped from the monks' lips, the aroused scent smacking him in the face and begging to be answered.
He stood there for a moment taking in the scene; his eye's transfixed on the beads of sweat coating the monks' skin. Then and there he knew he wanted the monk for himself.
He looked on at the scene, the heaving chest of the monk rising and falling with every suck and lick. The youkai's took no notice of him though as they switched positions and another one began to suck on his nipples with slow undulating licks and nibbles.
The monk moaned in pleasure, no longer struggling against them, but now urging them on to take him. His silent pleas didn't go unnoticed, as the two youkai holding down his arms, released their grasp and pulled him into a more open and easy accessible position.
Inu Yasha stood there transfixed until he heard the low guttural moan of the monk and snapped from his daze. Loosing himself at the orgy playing itself out in front of him he dashed in before the youkai could make his first thrust, tearing him apart.
"Get the fuck away from him! He's mine!" His chest rumbled as he growled at the startled youkai who initially backed away with feral snarls, dragging the poor monk with them.
"He's mine, I was about to claim him!" The one youkai took a defensive stance over the monk while the other snarled and pushed him out of the way.
"What are you talking about you fucking bastard!? He's MINE!"
Miroku lay in a heap, back to the ground, panting slightly as he calmed down. He moaned as he turned to the side, his body ached from all the activity, mainly the dragging him off and stripping part.
His moans didn't go unnoticed though as the feral youkai looked down possessively and Inu Yasha made a mad dash at the two knocking them to the ground and pinning them with his legs.
"Wh-what happened!?" Miroku jumped to his feet started by the sudden actions. His body aching with the sudden burst of energy.
'I was walking and then...oh god, not again. What's going on? My body's burning and I can't think straight, it's as if I blacked out entirely but have been awake the whole time. I just don't understand this! Why is this is happening to me!? And why the hell am I naked!??!' Miroku quickly snatched up his robes in a huff and looked to Inu Yasha who was mercilessly disposing of the youkai under his feet.
"I told you he was mine!" Inu Yasha hacked away at the youkai, ripping off an arm and beating them with it. His eye's bled red as he continued to scratch, claw and rip the youkai to pieces. Leaving a blood smear and grounded flesh soaking into the ground.
Miroku backed up cautiously pulling his robes around him then quickly running off into the woods.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!" Never in all of his life had the monk swore so many times as he dashed through the tree's spotting his staff and picking it up as he made his way.
'Those eye's, he's gone crazy again. SHIT! I can't use the kazaana so I'm left to defend myself with my staff and my sealing scrolls.' He snorted, what a fine mess this was, never in his life did he think something as bizarre as this would happen to him. But then again many strange things had been happening lately; the purple blood, those infernal youkai attacking him, Inu Yasha and where exactly were the girls? Off picnicking merrily as a rabid Inu Yasha hunt him down!?
He snorted again as he pulled his robes tighter around himself. He had been running for 30 minutes now and the pace he was running at was beginning to take its toll.
"I can't take this, I have to take a break or I'll be at Inu Yasha's whim if he finds me. Who knows what he'll do, he's been acting odd for a while now." Miroku plopped himself ungentlemanly like onto a log; taking a break as his heart slowed down.
"I just don't understand what's happening to me. Why are all these male youkai trying to....". No he wouldn't think about that right now, he had more pressing matters to attend to. The main one being to catch his breath and hope to god Inu Yasha was sane by the time he found him. Who knew what the hanyou would do in his blood lusting state, it was hard enough to tell when he was normal let alone crazed!
Miroku pulled his legs into the lotus position beginning to breath deeply to regain his stamina and his mind. What he would do for Buddha right now if he knew it would help him get away from all of these damn youkai. He'd never drink again, heck! he'd never grope Sango again if he knew they'd leave him alone. All this sexual activity was beginning to get to him, he indeed liked to perform the act, but even he had his limits and he was drawing the line here.
"Buddha, why have you forsaken me?" he sighed, "Isn't it enough that I have this kazaana? Isn't it enough I've vanquish all the evils I've seen?"
No answer, he wasn't expecting one, but still some sign would have been helpful, and suddenly he regretted his thoughts. For a sign from Buddha did come, it came in the form a pink-eyed hanyou lumbering from the woods to his current position.
With a startled jerk he made it to his feet watching as Inu Yasha slowly made his way to him. As the hanyou finally came within a couple of feet he noticed the bundle he had in his hand; two decapitated heads swaying as he gripped their blood matted hair.
He gulped, this wasn't good, wasn't good at all. His eye's locked with the terrified gazes plastered to the bloody faces of his past abductors and he broke out into a mad dash.
How could he?! He had never known the hanyou to be so brutal and so sadistic before. Sure he had slain many youkai since they'd known each other, but he never blatantly desecrated their bodies. But then again there was a first time for everything, this was just another thing to add to the growing list. One would only hope that nothing else would be added anytime soon, he didn't think that he could handle any more then this at the moment.
Miroku dived through some bushes, pushing back tawny limbs as he breathlessly came to a halt, a dead end and the only way was down.
He peered over the cliff face and debated his chances of surviving "Hmmmm…Inu Yasha, cliff, Inu Yasha, cliff." He sighed, "Choices choices! Either way I'm gonna end up a bloody pulp!"
He snorted as he crossed his arms over his chest 'This just isn't my day, I wonder what father would say if he knew I was the real mans man.'
"Probably say I was mixing up my signals, and to get my rear in gear." He had to chuckle at this, but his eye's wandered over the cliff's edge and to the thought of how the hell he was going to get out of this mess, one of them being jump and pray for the best.
The wind picked up sending a few stray leaves across the clearing and over the cliff. Perhaps this was another sign from Buddha; take the plunge. He mused as faint thuds came from the forest, turning slightly he scanned the tree line. His heart picking up as sweat began to moisten his forehead. Inu Yasha was laying in wait for him, and the only way out was down, or perhaps…
He began to formulate a plan, but his mind became lucid as a tugging sensation racked its way across his brain. It pulled at his senses, making his skin prickle as he felt a wave of yoki hit him. The sensation had only come to him once before, signaling him that great power was near and ready for the taking. He remembered back to the hot spring, the ping he felt before Inu Yasha interrupted, it rang out twice before fading into nothing.
Inu Yasha crouched down low in the tree, surveying his prey; his hands still gripped the two heads as they swayed with his movement. Sniffing the air he picked up the faint scent of musk from the monk but it was quickly covered up by the overwhelming stench of sweat and fear.
Dropping the heads he silently leapt to the ground and made his way to the monk; his hands bloody with remnants of flesh loosely clinging to his nails. He licked his hands clean, breaking the tree line and approaching the monk.
Looking at the lithe form he could tell the monk was concentrating intently on something within his mind; not taking notice of his approach.
Finally taking notice, Miroku backed up and slipped his hands into his robe to pull out his seals. He was sure this was a one shot deal, if he didn't manage to pull this off Inu Yasha would have his way, whether he liked it or not.
Backing up, he was nearly kissing the edge of the cliff when Inu Yasha managed to breathlessly whisper "Come here houshi…"
Taking small steps forward-he distanced himself from the cliff- but kept his distance from Inu Yasha. His eye's narrowed a bit when his eyes finally met with the hanyou's, dark pools of gold that were soft but held a yearning for his flesh. He knew it wasn't the hanyou's fault that he was in such a state, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to lay down without a fight!
"Inu Yasha, please, I know you're still in there. You need to stop this, I don't want to fight you." His words hung in the air as a gentle breeze blew by, tossing a few more leaves over the edge of the cliff, another sign from Buddha no doubt.
With a slight growl Inu Yasha stepped forward; the red in his eyes gone and replaced with a pink.
"You don't have a choice monk, I will mate with you."
His breathing seemed labored as he spoke, the temptation of raging blood to take over being suppressed with no little ease. He knew he wanted the monk, but reasons why eluded him until now: the soft skin and dark hair, the lean body and the dark onyx eyes. He wanted it all, and the tugging in his mind made the attraction all the more arousing. He had to have the monk, even if it was forced, the nagging tug would not cease until his appetite was quenched
"You will come willingly or by force, the choice is yours." Inu Yasha growled out, keeping his youkai blood back, the dying scent now coming back in full force
Miroku blanched, the words seeping from his friend's mouth were so unlike him, but he couldn't hold back the twinge of excitement and the ever-present ping in the back of his mind.
It whispered to him ' Let the hanyou take you, let him ravish you in ways you never thought possible. Take his power and make him mine.'
It's sensuous voice made his blood burn and that's when he finally realized to a small extent what was wrong with him.
Ahhh...sorry about such a long wait! Been a little lazy and a tad college bound. I'll try to update a bit more often neh? Don't want to keep you all hanging to see what happens, all I ask is at the lease 3 reviews per chapter. I really want feed back and suggestions on my story.
Now special thanks for those that reviewed
animegurl6: I'll definitly update more your this interested! My first review ever!
Lord Sesshomaru: I'm glad you like the story as well, I'm definit you'll be making an appearance soon in the fic =9
Xtreme Chick: Arigato! I was wondering if it was interesting enough, I guess you answered that question XP
Emme1: Awww...don't worry, I won't leave you hanging like this again. D
Well, anyway, thanks again for those that reviewed and I'm sorry this chapter is so tiny. I'll try harder in making the chapters a little more substancial. I'm also thinking of adding in some first person perspectives, what do you think?
P.S Punctuation and grammer has been fixxed in the first two chapters, also slight additions have been added.