Closed up Heart Chapter 6, an inuyasha fanfic

Miroku did not know which was more disturbing, the thing that Sesshoumaru had said, or the fact that he was smiling. Honestly speaking he could not do anything but stare wide-eyed at Sesshoumaru trying to figure out should he laugh, ran away or call the men in white to collect the bastard.

Sesshoumaru looked surprised (What a fuck? thought Miroku). "Did I say something strange?"

"Stop smiling! It's freaking me out!" Miroku screamed and jumped up from his seat. "And what the hell do you mean by 'you', huh? Didn't you get enough of me last night? And would you STOP SMILING!!"

"Calm down. No need to be frantic…" Sesshoumaru said and looked quite amused. Miroku was starting to lose it. Sesshoumaru should not look like anything! He was supposed to be a statue, aloof, frigid, cold, cool, ANYTHING but this! What was he, an alien? What was with the personality changes?

"What happened to you?" Miroku asked starting to panic.

"What on earth do you mean?"

"You are acting weird!"

"I do not think you know me well enough to be qualified to say that."

Miroku sighed relieved. There was that arrogant tone of voice again. He never thought he would be glad to hear it but he was. At least he should not need to drag Sesshoumaru to a mental health clinic… Yet…

Kagome got a scare when her office door slammed open just when she was organizing her patient files. Inuyasha rushed in and slammed the door close again.

"Inuyasha! What are you doing?" Kagome shouted holding her hand on her chest. "You nearly scared me to death!"

"I'm sorry", Inuyasha said and rushed to Kagome, gave her a kiss and continued, "My driver is waiting outside so I can't stay long. I just wanted to see you."

"And…?"

"What?"

"You rarely come just for that purpose, not when you bark in like that."

"Now that you mentioned, I do need to ask you something."

"Go on dear."

"You did remember to tell Miroku about my brother's habits, right?"

"Of course. I told him that he will act strangely when he's in the working mode."

"Yeah, but did you tell him about Sesshoumaru's way to speak?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean how he shortens his sentences to one word. You did tell him about it, right?"

"Oh no…"

They stared at each other. Miroku was starting to regret that he even came. He really should not have. Sesshoumaru looked at him with calm eyes. After awhile he sighed and stood up from his seat. He took a step closer to Miroku, who automatically backed away. Sesshoumaru smirked. At least Miroku thought he did. Sesshoumaru's expressions were not the easiest ones to figure out.

Miroku felt his back hit the wall. Sesshoumaru just kept coming closer until he was standing just few inches away. "You need to relax so we can start working", Sesshoumaru said. His voice was like soft velvet and Miroku liked it a bit too much to be comfortable.

"How do you expect me to relax if you're so close?" Miroku hissed.

"How come you are so tense? I understood that you are quite a player with no limitations."

"What gives you that idea?"

"Little birds sing interesting things."

"Would you stop being an ass and go away! It's not the actual closeness what is the problem; you are! Stay away!"

Sesshoumaru raised his eyebrow. "That wasn't very nice. Besides, I need to get you to loosen up. I cannot do my job if you behave like that."

"You are telling me to loosen up? Are you serious? And go away already!" Miroku nearly shouted and pushed Sesshoumaru's chest. He grabbed his hands in his and started to caress the backs of them with his long fingers.

"Yes, I am telling you to loosen up but apparently it is I who has to do something about it."

Miroku was far beyond confused. It was like he had stepped into a fairytale; a very screwed up fairytale, but the idea was the same anyway. This was completely unlike anything he had ever imagined. Sure, he knew Sesshoumaru may behave differently when he was working, but he had not expected it to be quite like this. Somehow it seemed like Sesshoumaru would have another personality in him. Yes, that must be it. It was not the Sesshoumaru he had met in his salon that wrote all those great novels Miroku had read and loved. It was this one. That actually made sense in some weird way. Well, at least it would make this situation easier to cope with.

"Did you know that all your thoughts are showing on your face when you think? How do you do that?" Sesshoumaru asked. He leaned a bit closer, which in fact was very close, and looked quite interested.

"I don't actually do anything. Are you saying I'm simple?" Miroku asked a little hurt.

"No, I'm saying it's strange. And no, I'm not crazy. Now we have to do something about that tension of yours." Sesshoumaru said voice soft and smiled slyly. It was scary in Miroku's opinion. He really wished the man would stop smiling. It was spooky. But before Miroku had any time to answer, oppose or say anything at all, Sesshoumaru closed the final distance between them (perhaps two inches…) and pressed their lips together.

Miroku would have gladly backed away, but the bloody wall was behind him. The kiss was too good. Dangerously good, and it was only lips… It took all his strength (mental strength that is) to push Sesshoumaru away. Miroku panted slightly and looked at Sesshoumaru angrily. "Hey! I don't do kissing on the mouth!"

"I believe you just did."

"I don't do it! And I definitely don't like it!"

"Is that so?" Sesshoumaru mused. "I was quite certain that you didn't mind that much…"

Then Sesshoumaru kissed him again. This time it was way more demanding and he pressed their bodies together. Miroku did not know what to do. He could feel it so well. The body heat, skilful lips moving against his own and those hands…were doing something they should not have…

Miroku felt himself surrender. Some very small voice kept screaming in his head to stop the foolish behavior; it would bring trouble later. Miroku did not listen though. Well, it was no use trying to resist one's own personality, right? Miroku had a strong libido after all, and Sesshoumaru was offering him something he liked to consider as his hobby. Why bother to refuse.

Miroku threw his arms around Sesshoumaru's neck and leaned into the kiss. He was still a little uncomfortable with the whole kissing thing. He usually did not do that. He thought it gave the wrong idea to his partner. After all, it was only one night of pleasure he wanted and needed.

"You think too much", Sesshoumaru suddenly whispered to his ear and made him shudder. "This is the only time that can be considered as a bad thing, I guess", he kept muttering as if he was talking to himself and forgot Miroku's presence for a moment.

"Hey, if you are going to do this, don't just space off, it's not very nice" Miroku said irritated and tugged Sesshoumaru's hair. He's eyes fixed on Miroku and he gave him a small smirk. Miroku's stomach made a silly little flip flop, which was extremely uncomfortable, and he blushed. Yes, he really, actually blushed. He could not remember when had been the last time he had done that.

"How cute", Sesshoumaru muttered. Miroku thought it sounded insulting coming from his lips but once again he was silenced by Sesshoumaru's skillful lips.

"You…" Miroku's voice faded away as he slumped to the chair. He wanted to say so many things, most of them not very nice, but was not sure where to start. Mostly he was mad at himself for being so weak as to fall under Sesshoumaru's spell once again.

"Me what?" Sesshoumaru asked and sat down gracefully. Miroku could not but admire the feeling he gave off. Sesshoumaru was so aristocratic and somehow he managed to look like nothing had happened just few moments ago, even though Miroku was more than worn out. "You seem relaxed now."

"Don't look so full of yourself!" Miroku snapped and turned to look at the bookshelf. He could not look the man in front of him in the eyes. Those golden pools were too intense and disturbing. "Did you have to go that far?"

Sesshoumaru cocked his head to other side so that his hair fell down his shoulder. "Was it bad?" The question was almost innocent. It sounded so earnest.

Miroku was yet again shocked to the core. He glanced at Sesshoumaru's curious looking face and sighed. Apparently he should have had listened more carefully what Amaya and Kagome said. This version of the silver haired author was nothing like he had imagined. How was he supposed to cope with this man? "No it wasn't bad. Why do you ask something like that?"

"Of course I have to ask! I can't write about something I know nothing of. This was only my second time of trying so how should I know? You're the expert. Why do you think you are here?" Sesshoumaru raised one of his eyebrows while he spoke. Miroku was not able to read his expression clearly, but his voice sounded amused.

"Are you serious? You have never done that before?"

"To a man? No." Sesshoumaru shook his head.

Miroku buried his head to his hands embarrassed. He had actually passed out in front of a first timer. That was impossible. Sesshoumaru could not be doing this for the first time. It did not work like that! First timers should be awkward and clumsy, not freaking specialists! Miroku groaned.

"What is the matter?"

"Shut up!" Miroku groaned again and peeked behind his hands. "So, Sesshoumaru. Would you care to explain why you want me here a little more clearly?"

"I already did that" Sesshoumaru said. He looked directly at Miroku obviously serious.

Miroku felt his blood pressure rise. "No you didn't! You just said 'You', pounced and then said that I'm here as some kind of a sex expert!"

"Do not be ridiculous", Sesshoumaru huffed and reach out for his papers. "I simply need to do my work as well as always. I have gained some experience in life which allows me to write freely. I know what I am doing, you see. But now…" Sesshoumaru stopped for a second and looked at Miroku his eyes thirsting for knowledge. "But now I have no idea…" he almost whispered.

Miroku felt himself shiver. There was such power in the man. His eyes gleamed and whole his being seemed to be waiting, craving for something. Sesshoumaru smiled again. It was still creepy for Miroku. "So?" he asked. "Will you help me?"

Miroku found himself nodding slowly. Sesshoumaru's stare was so intense he felt lost. "Sure", he said voice slightly off balance. "Sure", he said again, this time more clearly. "But honestly, I have no idea how I could help you."

"That should not be a problem. You only have to answer to my questions. Even if I do not know something, I know how to get the information." Sesshoumaru eyed his notes again.

Miroku gritted his teeth. There it was again. That bloody attitude of his. So arrogant!

Sesshoumaru's eyes turned from the notes to look at Miroku questionably. "Shall we begin?" He raised his hand to touch his hair and took off the ribbon that had held it messily up. The silvery hair fell down as a magnificent waterfall of moonbeams.

The professional part of Miroku was in awe that such a thing existed and the more private part of him was feeling rather uncomfortable again. He cleared his throat and took a better sitting position in his chair. "Yes. Let's begin so we can get this over with", he said irritated.

And so it had begun.

Kagome paced around the living room of her house. Inuyasha was trying very hard to read his newspaper but his wife's behavior was extremely distracting. "Kagome, if you don't stop that, you won't have a carpet tomorrow."

"Sorry." Kagome sighed and sat down on the couch. "I'm just worried."

"I can see that."

"Do you think everything is alright?"

Inuyasha looked at his wife. He did not know should he embrace her for being so wonderful, or be very irritated that she let something like his brother to bother her. "You really shouldn't worry about it."

"But what if – "

"Kagome. Stop it. It's none of our business. It's not like you could do anything anyway. You know what my brother is like. He's unstoppable when he gets to it. And if you ask me, he has a very good opponent this time."

Kagome looked troubled. "What do you mean?"

Inuyasha huffed mockingly. "Miroku is probably trying to get into his pants as hard as he can. Actually I would like to see how Sesshoumaru will react to that." Inuyasha smiled evilly when he remembered his brother's reaction at the night of his haircut.

"I hadn't even though of that!" Kagome cried out horrified. It was horrible. What if Miroku really would try to seduce Sesshoumaru? That would be terrible! Sesshoumaru would be so mad!

Inuyasha put his paper away and walked to his panicking wife. "Kagome, be reasonable. My stupid brother can handle it. You know he can. Besides, it's not like Miroku is a saint either. They probably drive each other mad in no time and that idiotic book will remain unwritten." Inuyasha was very hopeful that it would turn out that way.

Kagome turned her big brown eyes to Inuyasha. "Do you really think that will happen?"

"Definitely."

"Do you think Amaya will get mad?"

Inuyasha looked at the ceiling so he did not have to face Kagome. He had forgotten the lunatic editor. Fuck, he muttered to the ceiling.

Amaya was very happy with herself. Everything was going as planned. Nothing was more satisfying than that. She smiled sweetly, which made the janitor jump out of her way. Steely eyes and sweetest of sweet smiles were a bad mix.

She walked inside the skyscraper her office was in. The lounge was full of people as always but somehow everyone stepped aside when she walked by. She walked heels clacking the floor to the elevator and went all the way up. She hated elevators. They were so small and agonizing. She had to stay still and wait until the steel box arrived to its destination. Annoying.

Amaya flexed her arms. It had been a good day so far. Sesshoumaru was finally doing what she had wanted him to do all along. That Miroku was quite a cutie too. Not to mention that Sesshoumaru was good… Of course, that was something she would never admit out loud.

She did sense some troubles ahead though, and she was not the type to be wrong about these things. Her intuition was usually right, which was the reason she had gotten so far in her life. That and she knew how to make use of others. A very handy quality to posses that one.

Just like her so-called as if boss. It was more than pleasurable to mess with him. She had always loved to control those supposedly above her. It had been the same in the army, too. She had not yet met anyone who could outplay her. Though, her current boss was quite an interesting challenge. Life was a game after all. It was better to play it to the fullest. It was no use holding back.

Amaya smirked widely before fixing up a nice innocent look on her face and walking into Naraku's office. Let the play begin, she though as her eyes met the maroon eyes of Naraku.

I am soooo sorry that it took so long to give you this chapter. You can't even imagine how hard it was to make!! I just couldn't get it right! Argh! I'm still not happy with it but I can't move forward until I let this go... Again, so sorry for delay! I have nice flow going on now, so as a Christmas present I can give you something else as well before the big day. Wait a little longer!Oh, please review! I don't ask this because I want to hear praises but because I need your opinions how to make this better. Make suggestions, tell me what went wrong, correct, accuse, anything to make me better!!

And now, at last, I want to thank all those who have reviwed, favourited and alerted my stupid little story, as well as for your support. I'm most grateful. Truly I am. Thank you.

Yours, Val