Sorry for taking so long to update, it's just that I've been having a bit of a writers block. The majority of this fic is just made up at the moment with no plan, so I tend to go over alot of ideas to get to the desired ending I have in mind. Any suggestions for pairings and plot I'd be happy to take into consideration, anything to get the creative ball rollin!
So yea, updates will probally be pretty spuratic, gomen! Don't hurt this Refined Jam.
P.S The next chapter will probally be the start of people's POV's, I find it alot easier when you talk in first person. With hope this should make the updates happen more often ;)
~*Last Time*~
"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 friends 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.
Chapter 4
Miroku was panting now, the yoki from Inu Yasha strangling his senses and the subtle voice playing with his mind. He couldn't resist the hanyou's approach as he roughly grabbed him about the waist, pushing his face to the juncture of his neck and sniffing in his scent.
'Sweet,with a hint of fear, he smell's so...so... delicious.'
Inu Yasha wrapped his arms around Miroku pulling him closer, nibbling on the houshi's ear, he let out a soft purr. This was what he wanted, wasn't it?
Miroku let out a sigh as he gripped the sealing scrolls tighter in his hand as the hanyou made his way up his neck to playfully nibble on his ear and tug gently on his earring. He was having a hard time resisting the hanyou's advances, he was already feeling the hardness build between his legs as the hanyou continued to taunt and tease him.
What am I going to do? I want this so badly but it's not me that wants this… it's my blood. My blood wants this, the voice in my mind wants this… I need to resist this until I can get back to normal.
Miroku moved his hands to Inu Yasha's forearms and gently began to push himself free, Inu Yasha whimpered in reply of the lost heat that caressed his chest and looked up at Miroku lustfully.
"Stop resisting, you know there's no way out of this besides me or going down." He motioned to the cliff behind him and smirked at Miroku devilishly.
Miroku could still see the pink tint to Inu Yasha's eyes and sucked in a breath as they began to turn a deeper hue.
He knew what was happening again, and he had to stop it no matter how much his body and mind were protesting it. He would have to deny the warmness in his stomach and the pulling force at the back of his mind. He just had to…But it was just becoming to hard to resist it, each abduction had carved it's way into his being making him lust after the experience.
Inu Yasha observed his catch, and what a catch he was! Watching the monk waver in his resolve as he backed up almost timidly. Inu Yasha could smell the arousal on him and he knew that there was no denying it; the monk wanted him.
"I..I...can't." Miroku backed up more kissing the ledge with his heel.
Inu Yasha snorted and quickly grabbed the monk about the wrist and anchored him from making any faulty choices.
Miroku lashed out at Inu Yasha as he grabbed his wrist; smacking a sealing scroll to his face and stumbling backwards, falling.
The hanyou let out a yelp as the scroll burned away the flesh on his face, scratching and clawing to remove the intruding piece of paper from his view.
Only managing to free the thin sheet from his left eye he caught a glimpse of the monk stumbling backwards and over the cliff. His stomach clenched as he franticly made a grab for anything to keep the houshi from falling, but only managed to get a hand full of air and a ear full of the monks desperate screams as he plummeted towards the forest below.
"NO!"
A wave of guilt filled his form as the lingering scent of Miroku wafted about him as a gust of wind pushed up from the cliffs surface, and with that another scent assaulted him, one that was all to familiar.
**
Miroku eye's widened in fear as he watch himself descend to the thick foliage bellow, quick mantra's floating through his head as he both cursed and pleaded for Buddha's' help, anyone's help. He was unable to restrain his gasp when his prayers were answered and a sturdy hand gripped him about his wrist, dangling him mere feet from a protruding tree branch that seemed to be waiting to impale him.
Miroku gulped as he stared feverously at the hand gripping him, the pale skin a bright contrast to his sun kissed complexion. Moving his gaze from the arm and up to the face that it belonged to Miroku bit back a gasp as he came to an equally, if not more, pale face attached to none other then the Great Lord of the Western Lands, Sesshomaru himself.
"Sesshomaru?" Miroku gaped at the placid face of the demon lord whose eye shined brilliantly like a well-polished jewels.
**
He had been waiting for this moment.
Longing for this moment.
When the monk would finally be in his grasp and all his desires and questions would be fulfilled.
Why had the monk intrigued him so? It was true he wasn't fond of any ningen, for the exception of Rin, but this particular one had an air about him, a scent that pulled at his inner core to do the unimaginable.
It repulsed him and fascinated him at the same time, never before had he felt such a lustful longing for any creature he'd encountered through his life; he was going to get to the bottom of this even if it killed the monk.
With that he hoisted the monk onto his cloud, still gripping him about the wrist, he lowered his face to make eye contact and make his seriousness known.
"What have you done monk? There's something different about you and it's effecting this Sesshomaru."
Sesshomaru's eyes narrowed as the monks' expressions seemed to change from shock, confusion, then realization.
"Well?" Sesshomarus' annoyance was beginning to leak through to his sultry baritone voice and Miroku had to bite back his fear as he swallowed some air to begin his explanation.
"I'm not sure..." He gulped, unsure on how to explain his current situation to the Lord towering above him in almost an ethereal glow under the dying sun; the ping sensation pulsing at the back of his head.
Miroku looked up and peered into the strikingly beautiful eyes of the phantom in front of him. His eye's locked with the jewels before him as he suddenly began to see the hidden lust in the youkai's eyes.
Feeling the monks' uneasiness, Sesshomaru removed his hand from his wrist and placed it on his shoulder in almost a reassuring way.
Almost startled by his own actions Sesshomaru peered back into the monks' eye's feeling a slight tug begin to drag him forward. He pushed the feeling down, trying to regain his composer.
"I will not hurt you if you tell me the truth, and believe me monk, I will know if you lie to me or not."
His expression hardened as his hand gripped Mirokus' shoulder firmly; sharp claws piercing the material of his robes and lightly scratching his flesh. His eyes were still dusted with a hint of lust as he peered down at the almost cowering houshi.
Sesshomaru's mind wandered for a moment as the houshi's scent wafted into his nostrils because of the closer proximity. Before the wind had blown the scent into the distance leaving it faint, almost nonexistent, but now it was filling every pore, leaving him with knots in his stomach.
Recalling back to when he first was assaulted by these lustful feelings coiling in his abdomen, he remembered the scent was stronger then.
**
I
He had been patrolling the woods in search of substance, but found nothing but an enticing aroma that danced gently on the wind. His chest heaved slightly as he more deeply took in the scent.
Without a second thought his padded heels moved without question as he sought out the owner of the intriguing aroma. He had to know what sort of being could enrapture his very heart into a heavy thudding storm.
His eye's lidded as his head tilted back, taking in the scent more clearly. His silver mane rolling off his shoulders as he sniffed softly to discern the direction it emanated from.
Finding it coming from a nearby hot spring he stalked his way to the heated water source with feathered feet.
He crouched low as he stalked across the last few feet that stood between him and the now very pungent scent. Now more then ever his body heated to an almost unbearable degree, the skin on his face caught with a light sheen of sweat.
Taking a heavy breath he parted a few limbs of the shrubbery opposing his view.
Never before had anything gained so much attention from him.
Before him lay the monk that accompanied his half-breed bastard brother. (A.N Say that 3 times fast.) His hand a furry of emotion as it slid up and down his heated member sloshing the water in a rhythmic beat.
A pulling sensation began to tug at his inner being, begging him to seek out the scent and claim it, as his lustful gaze roamed over the contours of the ningen.
His eye's felt hungry for the sight of the declothed specimen in front of him as they slowly took in every curve and well built muscle that defined his body.
His body trembled as the pulling sensation delved deeper; grasping him from within. He chocked back a displeased moan as his heart ached and his groin throbbed with need. Never had he felt such passion rise so fully to his body, he had always had so much control, so much restraint, but where was it now?
All the barriers that he had put up to protect himself, all the walls encasing his soul, broken in an instant of blind passion for a dark haired houshi.
Still holding onto the few limbs of the shrubbery his tongue unconsciously licked his lips.
He wanted the monk now.
But to his dismay a musky scent entered his nostrils as he sensed his younger half brother draw closer to his pray. Cursing he released the branches mindlessly causing them to rustle together as they swished back into place.
Miroku jerked up quickly as he heard leaves brushing up against something. Looking around franticly he searched for what caused the noise. 'Shit, I hope no one saw me!!' His chest tightened as he thought of what would happen if someone caught him pleasuring himself, what an embarrassment it would be to explain himself! His breathing became almost erratic as white hair flashed for a brief moment to his left.
"Oh no, don't tell me Inu Yasha saw me." He breathlessly whispered
A voice from behind agitatedly creaked "Saw you do what monk?"
Sesshomaru bolted as the last of leaves rustled into place causing him to give away his location. Cursing himself for his lack of control in such a situation he withdrew his scent and aura even deeper into himself so not the slightest trace of him lingered in the air.
He promised himself then and there that he'd retrieve the monk one way or another, be it willing or by force he would have him. He would cure himself of this lustful wanting need.
/I
Feeling a tugging sensation on his hand he snapped back into realty as he took in the pained expression of the monk.
**
"Itai..." His voice was faint as the claws delved deeper into his shoulder, he was almost sure if this kept on going his arm would be ripped from his shoulder blades. He could already feel the trickle of blood snake its way down his chest and arm in a slow lethargic stream.
In a desperate manner Miroku began to tug on the Western Lords hand trying to free himself of his grasp, but the hand gripped firmer until recognition painted its way across the honeyed eyes.
"Sesshomaru, please, you're hurting me..."
Miroku winced as the claws were quickly extracted from his shoulder leaving a pained numb sensation behind.
Sesshomaru looked to the monk then to the blood coating his fingers in red and purple swirls; this was definitely not normal.
Heat began to fill his being as the scent of blood triggered his feral instincts to catch and mark this potential mate.
The blood on his fingers moved about languidly coiling down the joints of alabaster skin. Bobbing his head down Sesshomaru licked his fingers clean, savoring the sweet metallic taste of his prey.
The blood slid back his throat with ease, arousing him even more.
The feral beast inside unfurled itself from its restraints, quelled no longer by the logic of the taiyoukai's mind. Now only blood and lust remained as the monks blood pulsed with his own causing him to loose the little control he had left to acquire about the houshis' blood.
Miroku gulped as he watched the youkai lord lick the red and purple swirls from his fingers, finally proving his theory of what exactly was wrong with him. All along these strange happenings were because of Naraku and his creature.
He knew now it was only a matter of time before the Western Lord lost control and all he could do was wait. He was still at least a couple feet from the tree tops and the thought of jumping pulsed along with the ping resonating from the back of his skull.
But without warning Sesshomaru dipped down gracefully claiming the monks' lips in a passionate kiss. Miroku's eyes widened as he realized that the lust had finally taken over the taiyoukai and he was soon to follow.
Licking the monks' bottom lip Sesshomaru pleaded for entrance, gasping slightly Mirokus' lips parted and a tongue delved in licking and playing with his own. Miroku could barely suppress the groan that rumbled from his chest as the western lord gripped him about the lower back pushing him further into a now very passionate kiss.
They slowly descended down to the forest floor, Sesshomaru still clutching his package close to his body as the cloud slowly dissipated
Breaking away from the kiss Sesshomaru peered hungrily at his newly found koibito. He thirsted for more of the exotic taste of blood, to fulfill his hunger and to purge the longing and tugging sensation throughout his body. The bloody wound only added to the eroticism of the situation, the smell and taste burning his blood and heating his loins.
He gazed into the houshi's eyes, no longer with a burning lust but also with a burning passion. Was this what love felt like? The thought of loving anyone never grazed his mind before; it was a weakness that could be exploited. He had thought of mating for heirs, but never before did love ever cross his mind. Mating was a necessary deed, to find a mate strong enough and capable enough to pass along good genes, and Inu-youkai's mated for life so their choices had to be perfect in the coupling.
Despite himself Miroku sighed contently in the taiyouki's arms, he could no longer fight his hunger as he reached up and pulled Sesshomaru down to ghost his lips across the taiyoukais'.
He never thought in a million years he'd be stuck in such a situation like this, but he wasn't complaining. Sesshomaru was as beautiful as any woman. Maybe this was what coerced him into letting his instincts take over. He had always thought the cold demon lord a deadly, yet beautiful, person much like his younger brother; both were ghostly visions that challenged the beauty of a woman and the strength of any man.
He didn't know anymore, all he knew was he had been denying these feelings for a while now, trying to damn them up and keep them locked away. And here he was with another opportunity to test out these feelings.
But the price was high for the houshi and he wasn't sure he was willing to pay, Inu Yasha had offered with the same willingness with such ferocity, and now, here was the taiyoukai himself bidding him to make love. Could he even survive if he tried to deny him of his desires? His strength out matched Inu Yashas', and the monk could barely fend him off.
All he could think of right now was how wrong and yet how right this whole situation was as the taiyoukai slithered a hand into his robes.
"You're quite houshi, your mind seems to have left us." Sesshomaru chuckled as he pinched the taught nipple wedged between his fingers, catching the monk into a ruff kiss as his mouth opened to protest the action; silencing him once again.
His tongue lightly flicked across the houshi's teeth before playfully nudging the others tongue into action. Miroku becoming bolder slowly pushed his tongue into the offending mouth, lightly trailing his tongue along the canines. Their tongues swirling about each other in an exotic dance of dominance, pushing at each other to take control.
It had gone on for a while now, the houshi becoming faint from the lack of oxygen as the taiyouki finished the kiss, slowly sucking the monk's tongue into his mouth and letting go with a seductive glow about his features.
'He's radiant.' A soft smile played across Sesshomarus' features as his feral instincts took on a more loving role. He had to admit the houshi looked positively delicious with his lips slightly parted and panting.
He grinned, as he whispered into Miroku's ear,"Mine..."
"Yours?"
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animebay-b- If your still alive after holding your breath this long I am impressed, just make sure you didn't cause any brain damage, I heard lack of oxygen does that to ya. :P
Emme1- Well just tell me when you can't take it anymore and I'll be sure to send you over the edge in style! xD
Jenny-fer- You got your Sesshomaru, now the only question is will he win our delectable little uke?
So yea, updates will probally be pretty spuratic, gomen! Don't hurt this Refined Jam.
P.S The next chapter will probally be the start of people's POV's, I find it alot easier when you talk in first person. With hope this should make the updates happen more often ;)
~*Last Time*~
"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 friends 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.
Chapter 4
Miroku was panting now, the yoki from Inu Yasha strangling his senses and the subtle voice playing with his mind. He couldn't resist the hanyou's approach as he roughly grabbed him about the waist, pushing his face to the juncture of his neck and sniffing in his scent.
'Sweet,with a hint of fear, he smell's so...so... delicious.'
Inu Yasha wrapped his arms around Miroku pulling him closer, nibbling on the houshi's ear, he let out a soft purr. This was what he wanted, wasn't it?
Miroku let out a sigh as he gripped the sealing scrolls tighter in his hand as the hanyou made his way up his neck to playfully nibble on his ear and tug gently on his earring. He was having a hard time resisting the hanyou's advances, he was already feeling the hardness build between his legs as the hanyou continued to taunt and tease him.
What am I going to do? I want this so badly but it's not me that wants this… it's my blood. My blood wants this, the voice in my mind wants this… I need to resist this until I can get back to normal.
Miroku moved his hands to Inu Yasha's forearms and gently began to push himself free, Inu Yasha whimpered in reply of the lost heat that caressed his chest and looked up at Miroku lustfully.
"Stop resisting, you know there's no way out of this besides me or going down." He motioned to the cliff behind him and smirked at Miroku devilishly.
Miroku could still see the pink tint to Inu Yasha's eyes and sucked in a breath as they began to turn a deeper hue.
He knew what was happening again, and he had to stop it no matter how much his body and mind were protesting it. He would have to deny the warmness in his stomach and the pulling force at the back of his mind. He just had to…But it was just becoming to hard to resist it, each abduction had carved it's way into his being making him lust after the experience.
Inu Yasha observed his catch, and what a catch he was! Watching the monk waver in his resolve as he backed up almost timidly. Inu Yasha could smell the arousal on him and he knew that there was no denying it; the monk wanted him.
"I..I...can't." Miroku backed up more kissing the ledge with his heel.
Inu Yasha snorted and quickly grabbed the monk about the wrist and anchored him from making any faulty choices.
Miroku lashed out at Inu Yasha as he grabbed his wrist; smacking a sealing scroll to his face and stumbling backwards, falling.
The hanyou let out a yelp as the scroll burned away the flesh on his face, scratching and clawing to remove the intruding piece of paper from his view.
Only managing to free the thin sheet from his left eye he caught a glimpse of the monk stumbling backwards and over the cliff. His stomach clenched as he franticly made a grab for anything to keep the houshi from falling, but only managed to get a hand full of air and a ear full of the monks desperate screams as he plummeted towards the forest below.
"NO!"
A wave of guilt filled his form as the lingering scent of Miroku wafted about him as a gust of wind pushed up from the cliffs surface, and with that another scent assaulted him, one that was all to familiar.
**
Miroku eye's widened in fear as he watch himself descend to the thick foliage bellow, quick mantra's floating through his head as he both cursed and pleaded for Buddha's' help, anyone's help. He was unable to restrain his gasp when his prayers were answered and a sturdy hand gripped him about his wrist, dangling him mere feet from a protruding tree branch that seemed to be waiting to impale him.
Miroku gulped as he stared feverously at the hand gripping him, the pale skin a bright contrast to his sun kissed complexion. Moving his gaze from the arm and up to the face that it belonged to Miroku bit back a gasp as he came to an equally, if not more, pale face attached to none other then the Great Lord of the Western Lands, Sesshomaru himself.
"Sesshomaru?" Miroku gaped at the placid face of the demon lord whose eye shined brilliantly like a well-polished jewels.
**
He had been waiting for this moment.
Longing for this moment.
When the monk would finally be in his grasp and all his desires and questions would be fulfilled.
Why had the monk intrigued him so? It was true he wasn't fond of any ningen, for the exception of Rin, but this particular one had an air about him, a scent that pulled at his inner core to do the unimaginable.
It repulsed him and fascinated him at the same time, never before had he felt such a lustful longing for any creature he'd encountered through his life; he was going to get to the bottom of this even if it killed the monk.
With that he hoisted the monk onto his cloud, still gripping him about the wrist, he lowered his face to make eye contact and make his seriousness known.
"What have you done monk? There's something different about you and it's effecting this Sesshomaru."
Sesshomaru's eyes narrowed as the monks' expressions seemed to change from shock, confusion, then realization.
"Well?" Sesshomarus' annoyance was beginning to leak through to his sultry baritone voice and Miroku had to bite back his fear as he swallowed some air to begin his explanation.
"I'm not sure..." He gulped, unsure on how to explain his current situation to the Lord towering above him in almost an ethereal glow under the dying sun; the ping sensation pulsing at the back of his head.
Miroku looked up and peered into the strikingly beautiful eyes of the phantom in front of him. His eye's locked with the jewels before him as he suddenly began to see the hidden lust in the youkai's eyes.
Feeling the monks' uneasiness, Sesshomaru removed his hand from his wrist and placed it on his shoulder in almost a reassuring way.
Almost startled by his own actions Sesshomaru peered back into the monks' eye's feeling a slight tug begin to drag him forward. He pushed the feeling down, trying to regain his composer.
"I will not hurt you if you tell me the truth, and believe me monk, I will know if you lie to me or not."
His expression hardened as his hand gripped Mirokus' shoulder firmly; sharp claws piercing the material of his robes and lightly scratching his flesh. His eyes were still dusted with a hint of lust as he peered down at the almost cowering houshi.
Sesshomaru's mind wandered for a moment as the houshi's scent wafted into his nostrils because of the closer proximity. Before the wind had blown the scent into the distance leaving it faint, almost nonexistent, but now it was filling every pore, leaving him with knots in his stomach.
Recalling back to when he first was assaulted by these lustful feelings coiling in his abdomen, he remembered the scent was stronger then.
**
I
He had been patrolling the woods in search of substance, but found nothing but an enticing aroma that danced gently on the wind. His chest heaved slightly as he more deeply took in the scent.
Without a second thought his padded heels moved without question as he sought out the owner of the intriguing aroma. He had to know what sort of being could enrapture his very heart into a heavy thudding storm.
His eye's lidded as his head tilted back, taking in the scent more clearly. His silver mane rolling off his shoulders as he sniffed softly to discern the direction it emanated from.
Finding it coming from a nearby hot spring he stalked his way to the heated water source with feathered feet.
He crouched low as he stalked across the last few feet that stood between him and the now very pungent scent. Now more then ever his body heated to an almost unbearable degree, the skin on his face caught with a light sheen of sweat.
Taking a heavy breath he parted a few limbs of the shrubbery opposing his view.
Never before had anything gained so much attention from him.
Before him lay the monk that accompanied his half-breed bastard brother. (A.N Say that 3 times fast.) His hand a furry of emotion as it slid up and down his heated member sloshing the water in a rhythmic beat.
A pulling sensation began to tug at his inner being, begging him to seek out the scent and claim it, as his lustful gaze roamed over the contours of the ningen.
His eye's felt hungry for the sight of the declothed specimen in front of him as they slowly took in every curve and well built muscle that defined his body.
His body trembled as the pulling sensation delved deeper; grasping him from within. He chocked back a displeased moan as his heart ached and his groin throbbed with need. Never had he felt such passion rise so fully to his body, he had always had so much control, so much restraint, but where was it now?
All the barriers that he had put up to protect himself, all the walls encasing his soul, broken in an instant of blind passion for a dark haired houshi.
Still holding onto the few limbs of the shrubbery his tongue unconsciously licked his lips.
He wanted the monk now.
But to his dismay a musky scent entered his nostrils as he sensed his younger half brother draw closer to his pray. Cursing he released the branches mindlessly causing them to rustle together as they swished back into place.
Miroku jerked up quickly as he heard leaves brushing up against something. Looking around franticly he searched for what caused the noise. 'Shit, I hope no one saw me!!' His chest tightened as he thought of what would happen if someone caught him pleasuring himself, what an embarrassment it would be to explain himself! His breathing became almost erratic as white hair flashed for a brief moment to his left.
"Oh no, don't tell me Inu Yasha saw me." He breathlessly whispered
A voice from behind agitatedly creaked "Saw you do what monk?"
Sesshomaru bolted as the last of leaves rustled into place causing him to give away his location. Cursing himself for his lack of control in such a situation he withdrew his scent and aura even deeper into himself so not the slightest trace of him lingered in the air.
He promised himself then and there that he'd retrieve the monk one way or another, be it willing or by force he would have him. He would cure himself of this lustful wanting need.
/I
Feeling a tugging sensation on his hand he snapped back into realty as he took in the pained expression of the monk.
**
"Itai..." His voice was faint as the claws delved deeper into his shoulder, he was almost sure if this kept on going his arm would be ripped from his shoulder blades. He could already feel the trickle of blood snake its way down his chest and arm in a slow lethargic stream.
In a desperate manner Miroku began to tug on the Western Lords hand trying to free himself of his grasp, but the hand gripped firmer until recognition painted its way across the honeyed eyes.
"Sesshomaru, please, you're hurting me..."
Miroku winced as the claws were quickly extracted from his shoulder leaving a pained numb sensation behind.
Sesshomaru looked to the monk then to the blood coating his fingers in red and purple swirls; this was definitely not normal.
Heat began to fill his being as the scent of blood triggered his feral instincts to catch and mark this potential mate.
The blood on his fingers moved about languidly coiling down the joints of alabaster skin. Bobbing his head down Sesshomaru licked his fingers clean, savoring the sweet metallic taste of his prey.
The blood slid back his throat with ease, arousing him even more.
The feral beast inside unfurled itself from its restraints, quelled no longer by the logic of the taiyoukai's mind. Now only blood and lust remained as the monks blood pulsed with his own causing him to loose the little control he had left to acquire about the houshis' blood.
Miroku gulped as he watched the youkai lord lick the red and purple swirls from his fingers, finally proving his theory of what exactly was wrong with him. All along these strange happenings were because of Naraku and his creature.
He knew now it was only a matter of time before the Western Lord lost control and all he could do was wait. He was still at least a couple feet from the tree tops and the thought of jumping pulsed along with the ping resonating from the back of his skull.
But without warning Sesshomaru dipped down gracefully claiming the monks' lips in a passionate kiss. Miroku's eyes widened as he realized that the lust had finally taken over the taiyoukai and he was soon to follow.
Licking the monks' bottom lip Sesshomaru pleaded for entrance, gasping slightly Mirokus' lips parted and a tongue delved in licking and playing with his own. Miroku could barely suppress the groan that rumbled from his chest as the western lord gripped him about the lower back pushing him further into a now very passionate kiss.
They slowly descended down to the forest floor, Sesshomaru still clutching his package close to his body as the cloud slowly dissipated
Breaking away from the kiss Sesshomaru peered hungrily at his newly found koibito. He thirsted for more of the exotic taste of blood, to fulfill his hunger and to purge the longing and tugging sensation throughout his body. The bloody wound only added to the eroticism of the situation, the smell and taste burning his blood and heating his loins.
He gazed into the houshi's eyes, no longer with a burning lust but also with a burning passion. Was this what love felt like? The thought of loving anyone never grazed his mind before; it was a weakness that could be exploited. He had thought of mating for heirs, but never before did love ever cross his mind. Mating was a necessary deed, to find a mate strong enough and capable enough to pass along good genes, and Inu-youkai's mated for life so their choices had to be perfect in the coupling.
Despite himself Miroku sighed contently in the taiyouki's arms, he could no longer fight his hunger as he reached up and pulled Sesshomaru down to ghost his lips across the taiyoukais'.
He never thought in a million years he'd be stuck in such a situation like this, but he wasn't complaining. Sesshomaru was as beautiful as any woman. Maybe this was what coerced him into letting his instincts take over. He had always thought the cold demon lord a deadly, yet beautiful, person much like his younger brother; both were ghostly visions that challenged the beauty of a woman and the strength of any man.
He didn't know anymore, all he knew was he had been denying these feelings for a while now, trying to damn them up and keep them locked away. And here he was with another opportunity to test out these feelings.
But the price was high for the houshi and he wasn't sure he was willing to pay, Inu Yasha had offered with the same willingness with such ferocity, and now, here was the taiyoukai himself bidding him to make love. Could he even survive if he tried to deny him of his desires? His strength out matched Inu Yashas', and the monk could barely fend him off.
All he could think of right now was how wrong and yet how right this whole situation was as the taiyoukai slithered a hand into his robes.
"You're quite houshi, your mind seems to have left us." Sesshomaru chuckled as he pinched the taught nipple wedged between his fingers, catching the monk into a ruff kiss as his mouth opened to protest the action; silencing him once again.
His tongue lightly flicked across the houshi's teeth before playfully nudging the others tongue into action. Miroku becoming bolder slowly pushed his tongue into the offending mouth, lightly trailing his tongue along the canines. Their tongues swirling about each other in an exotic dance of dominance, pushing at each other to take control.
It had gone on for a while now, the houshi becoming faint from the lack of oxygen as the taiyouki finished the kiss, slowly sucking the monk's tongue into his mouth and letting go with a seductive glow about his features.
'He's radiant.' A soft smile played across Sesshomarus' features as his feral instincts took on a more loving role. He had to admit the houshi looked positively delicious with his lips slightly parted and panting.
He grinned, as he whispered into Miroku's ear,"Mine..."
"Yours?"
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animebay-b- If your still alive after holding your breath this long I am impressed, just make sure you didn't cause any brain damage, I heard lack of oxygen does that to ya. :P
Emme1- Well just tell me when you can't take it anymore and I'll be sure to send you over the edge in style! xD
Jenny-fer- You got your Sesshomaru, now the only question is will he win our delectable little uke?