InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Darkness Before Dawn ❯ Genesis ( Chapter 14 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

"Another fabulous meal, my dear Sango," Miroku complimented as he sat back in his chair.  "That was perhaps the best oden I've ever eaten!"

"I'll be sure to tell your mother that the next time I see her," she quipped while gathering the dishes.

Miroku blanched.  "Now, now.  Let's not do anything to upset the woman's fragile heart!"

Sango laughed at the desperate plea in his tone.  "Miroku, you and I both know that woman is strong as an ox!  She'd have to be to put up with you!"

"You have a cruel tongue, my sweet," he said, wrapping his arms around her while she washed the dishes.  "Not that it isn't a pleasurable torture to endure..."

Sango sighed at the gentle nips of his teeth upon the tender flesh of her neck.  The sponge dropped from her limp fingers when he drew her earlobe into his mouth and suckled gently on the appendage.  "Miroku," she gasped softly.

The drummer turned her to face him.  "You taste better than the oden," he whispered before claiming her lips.  He moaned softly when Sango wrapped her arms around his neck and surrendered to his kiss.  Miroku let his hands wander down her back to cup her more closely to him and moaned louder when she raised one leg to rest on his hip.  "Dear Buddha, you're killing me, Sango," he whispered against her lips while grinding slowly into her most treasured spot.  

Sango gripped his hair painfully and growled, "Shut up and kiss me, idiot!"

"I live to serve you, my lady," he said with a wicked grin.  He lifted Sango to sit on the edge of the counter and plunged his tongue into her waiting warmth once more.  Miroku sighed at the heavenly sensation of her breasts pressed into his chest.  He ground his pelvis against her again and chuckled silently at her wanton moan of pleasure.  

Sango felt as though she were on the verge of something explosive, something she had never felt before.  Miroku's kisses were intoxicating and the bundle of nerves nestled in her groin were sending pulses of intense heat through her core each time he moved against her.  She was being consumed by his passion and willingly surrendered to its force with abandon.  Ripping away the tie that held his raven hair in place, she combed her fingers through the silken strands.

Miroku groaned when he felt Sango's nails scrape along his scalp.  His hands slid from the swell of her hips to slowly inch her black top up and over her head then let it drop to the floor beside them.  He nuzzled the juncture of her neck, nipping and sucking as he worked his way down to the deep V of her cleavage.  His tongue laved the sensitive flesh while his thumb gently brushed against the hardened nipples through her blue lace bra.  

Sango threw her head back and hissed, "Yesss...” Little bolts of electricity shot through her to unite with the pulsing in her core.  Wrapping both legs around Miroku's waist to lock her ankles behind his back, she lifted her hips to undulate against the obvious--and very large--bulge in his jeans.

Miroku clenched his teeth against the onslaught of erotic pressure.  He could feel the tight rein on his control fraying rapidly.  Lifting Sango off the counter, he moved swiftly to his bedroom where he laid her gently on the bed, following to rest on his elbows above her.  Deep brown eyes that were glazed with desire stared back at him.  "Sango," he breathed before kissing her tenderly.  "You are no mere conquest.  Do you understand that?"

Sango felt tears gather in her eyes and her heart clenched at the tenderness in his tone.  "I've never....” Her face flushed at the intimate secret she was confessing to him but did not look away from his deep, dark blue eyes.  "Not with anyone."

Miroku brushed feather-light kisses across her face while his heart swelled with love for this woman.  "I am honored beyond words, my love."  For the first time in his life he decided to be unselfish, to put aside his own needs to ensure her pleasure first.  His lips returned to drink languidly from the honey of her mouth.  

Sango tried to pull him to her, but he firmly resisted.  Miroku's slow kisses calmed the raging desire to a more manageable level while at the same time stoking a new, slower burning flame within her.  His fingertips ghosted over her ribs, down her abdomen until he reached the button closure of her pants.  She held her breath in anticipation as he released the button and slid the zipper open.

Miroku trailed feather-light kisses across her cheek before ringing the sensitive shell of her ear with the tip of his tongue.  "Do you have any idea how I've longed to touch you here?" he whispered seductively.

Unable to form a coherent word, Sango just shook her head.

He nipped gently at the tender skin just behind her ear.  "Since that day I saw you in the music room in college.  The way you grasped the cello between your thighs, your eyes closed as you stroked the bow across the strings like a lover's caress."  His hand dipped below the edge of her panties, eliciting a deep moan from her when his fingers brushed the very edge of her downy curls.  "I could only wish that I was that cello...” One finger sifted through the soft down, seeking the pearl of her pleasure.

Sango's hips jerked off the bed at that first tentative caress.  "Miroku!" she cried out.

"Like that, do you?" he chuckled with self-satisfaction.  "That is only the beginning, my sweet."  Miroku dipped his finger again, brushing the nub again before tracing the rim of her nether lips and groaned at the feel of the slick wetness already gathered there.  "Slide your pants off," he requested.

Sango moved to comply with haste.  The tight blue denim was resistant to her efforts as she tried to slide them down her legs without dislodging Miroku's magical touch.  Finally she was able to kick them off and melt back into the mattress.  

When Sango rested her head upon the pillow, Miroku leaned in to kiss her with fiery passion.  His finger continued to gently stroke her bundle of nerves until it swelled out past her moistened lips.  

Sango moaned low in her throat when his ministrations stopped and he broke the kiss.  She watched from beneath heavy lidded eyes as he laved her essence from his finger.  Then that same finger deftly popped the tiny front clasp of her bra, freeing the swollen globes from their prison.

"Perfect," he murmured thickly before cupping one in each hand.  Mesmerized by the site of the pink tipped mounds of heaven, he slowly drew his thumbs over the tightly puckered peaks.  "You are a goddess among women," he vowed before lowering his head to draw a nipple into his mouth.

"Oh, Kami!" she prayed as her back arched.  When Miroku raked his teeth over her nipple and pulled while flicking his tongue over the sensitive tip, Sango's eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head as overwhelming heat coursed through her veins.  The pressure built within her core, coiling that invisible spring just a bit tighter.  Her fingers tangled in his hair as he suckled her breast for a moment longer before raining kisses and gentle nips across the valley to the other one.

Miroku positioned himself over her, grinding the coarse denim of his jeans into her highly sensitive apex.  Her hips arched to meet his movements, the juice of her passion seeping through the fabric like scalding water to his skin.  

"Miroku!  Something's... please!" Sango begged as she writhed beneath him.  She didn't know what was happening and felt every ounce of her inexperience at her inability to convey what she needed.

Instinctively, Miroku knew what she was asking him for.  He trailed hot kisses across her ribs, stopping to dip his tongue into the recess of her bellybutton before continuing his journey.  

"Miroku?" Sango whispered in uncertainty.

"Relax, my dear, sweet Sango," he soothed.  "I promise, you will not be disappointed."  Miroku dipped his head and – with the very tip of his tongue – stroked the pearl he had sought for four long years.  "Manna from the gods," he rasped against her luscious flesh before drawing the nub into his mouth.

She bucked her hips at the intense pleasure of his mouth upon her.  The coil drew so tight she thought she would expire from the erotic pain.  Over and over she cried his name to the heavens, both praising and cursing it in turn.  When he inserted that glorious finger into her deepest recess, Sango jerked so violently she almost dislodged him.

Miroku trapped her hips to the bed with one muscular arm while he drank greedily, savoring the flavor of her wine as it rolled over his tongue.  He continued to stroke the tunnel that would one day welcome him into her.  His eyes closed at the intense pulse of desire that shuddered through him at the image.  Clamping his impulse to bury himself right now, he inserted a second finger into her dripping channel.

"Oh dear GOD!" she screamed at the new sensations rolling through her and clamped his head between her thighs.  "Miroku! I can't.... Oh... KAMI HELP ME!"

He felt the walls around his fingers pulse once, twice; he knew she was quickly rising to her release.  Miroku swiftly removed his fingers, replacing them instantly with his mouth.  When his tongue invaded her hot sheath, she arched violently and screamed his name.  The molten liquid of her climax poured over his tongue in waves.  The taste of her alone nearly made him join Sango in her release.

Shards of intense, brightly colored light burst behind her eyelids as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her.  Miroku had brought her to the precipice of heaven and allowed her to soar in the glorious release of her passion.  

Miroku slowed his ministrations as her spirit began to float back to her body.  His lips moved tenderly up her body until they rested briefly on her lips.  "Sango, I-"

"No, please don't," she whispered softly.

"Why not?"

Sango shook her head slightly.  "This is all too new for me, Miroku.  I just don't think I can process it all right now."

He nodded reluctantly and sighed.  "I meant what I said, Sango.  I have never considered you a conquest.  You've always been special to me."

"Thank you," she said sincerely as he lay down beside her.

Miroku leaned over to pull a light blanket over her and kissed her temple.  He wrapped his arms around her to draw her closer to him.

"Umm, Miroku..."

"Hmmm?"

"Aren't we-? I mean you didn't-" she whispered shyly into his chest.

"No, we aren't," he answered.  At her astonished gasp, he soothed, "Rest, my sweet.  This was only the beginning."  He placed a loving kiss upon her crown and nestled deeper into the pillows beneath his head.

Sango draped her arm over his waist and hugged him fiercely.  "You are amazing, Miroku."

Miroku smiled into her hair.  "I've been told that a time or two – OW!" He chuckled at the unexpected pinch to the tender flesh of his side.  "I'm teasing!"

"Can I ask you something?"

The uncertainty in her tone set off warning bells in his mind.  "Anything, Sango," he answered seriously.  "You can ask whatever you wish, whenever you wish."

"I know you've had lots of..." she sighed, too embarrassed to continue, but determined to know if she measured up. “Was I...?”

He tilted her head up to look into her eyes.  "Listen to me, my sweet.  Do not ever doubt yourself!  You are perfect in every way and more than a lecher like me ever deserved!"

Tears leaked slowly from her eyes at his passionate statement and the look of quiet resolve in his beautiful indigo eyes made her breath catch in her lungs.  She raised her head to capture his lips, expressing in action what she could not yet say with words.  The kiss was firm, but gentle.  He pulled her closer to him, their bodies separated by nothing more than the thin blanket and his clothing.  She pulled away to look at Miroku when she felt the shudder of passion ripple through him.  "Are you sure you don't want to...?"

Miroku grinned lecherously at her shy blush.  "More than anything, Sango," he exclaimed before his tone became serious once again. "However, I can wait.  There are many things I wish to teach you first.  Believe me when I say that when I do, it will be an experience we will never forget."  He placed a last lingering kiss upon her lips before cradling her against him.  "Now go to sleep, my love."  

It didn't take but a few moments for her breathing to even out in slumber.  Miroku slipped from her arms and stood, leaning down to brush a stray lock of hair from her cheek.  "I love you," he breathed into the stillness before turning away from the bed.  Grabbing a set of lounge pants from his dresser, the drummer headed off to take a very cold, very unsatisfying shower.


Miroku awoke to the heavenly aroma of freshly brewed coffee and bacon frying.   A sigh of disappointment escaped his lips as he rose from the bed.  Not bothering to pull on a t-shirt, he walked to the kitchen.

Before him stood a vision of womanhood as Sango stood at the stove humming a vaguely familiar tune while her hips swayed to the music playing through her headphones.  She was dressed in his favorite dark purple t-shirt that just barely covered the delicious curves of her ass cheeks.  He smiled as he wondered if there was anything at all underneath the cotton material and his eyes crossed when she reached up to grab something out of the cabinet above her.  A royal purple thong drew his gaze like a magnet and his hand instinctively reached out to grab the luscious mound of tantalizing flesh.

Sango screamed at the unexpected contact to her posterior and instantly turned to strike.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Miroku!" she cried when she realized what she had done and plucked the ear buds from her ears.  After the intimacies he had introduced her to last night she was ashamed at her reaction.

Miroku rubbed the right side of his face to soothe the heated flesh and chuckled.  "You know," he said with a rueful grin, "one would expect that after four years I would have built up a tolerance for facial pain."  He wrapped a muscular arm around Sango's waist and pulled her to him forcefully.  She gasped at the unanticipated move.  "Let's try this again, shall we?"  He moved in to take her mouth in a seductive kiss.

The woman could only slide her lids closed and surrender to his sensual assault.  Her arms moved up to circle his neck as she rose on her tiptoes to gain a better angle.  He eased the pressure of his mouth and placed soft kisses along her jaw.  "Good morning," he whispered huskily into her ear.

"Hmmm..." she murmured.  Something stirred at the edges of her desire-fogged brain.  "Oh shit!  Dammit, Miroku, you're gonna make me burn the bacon!" she cried.  "Go sit down!"

Miroku laughed as she struggled to break free of his steely embrace.  He placed a firm smack on her bottom before releasing her and moving to the coffee pot.  "I like mine crispy anyway," he commented casually as he poured two cups of the aromatic brew.

"Well good, because that's exactly what you're getting!" she grumbled as she accepted the mug from him.

"I'd rather feast from your body," he told her while nuzzling her neck.

Sango blushed crimson and giggled.  Stepping away from him to deposit the meat next to the eggs on his plate, she told him, "There's no time for that!  We have to be at the garage in an hour."

Miroku sighed dramatically as he slid into his seat at the small kitchen table.  "Can't we call in sick?" he asked while his brows wiggled suggestively.  

Sango seemed to contemplate the suggestion while chewing her food.  "Sure, if we want Inuyasha banging the door down ten minutes later."

"I hate it when you’re right," he grumbled before taking a sip of his coffee.  "So, did you get anything out of Kagome yesterday?"

"Not really," she said morosely.  "But after her confession about Shiro I fear that our friend will not have an easy time of it."

Miroku nodded sagely.  "After witnessing the altercation between him and Koga yesterday I would have to agree with you.  I just hope for both their sakes that it works out for them.  After all Inuyasha has been through, he deserves some happiness."

Sango nibbled on a piece of bacon and made a disgusted face at the burnt meat before dropping it back to her plate.  Miroku quickly snatched it up and popped it into his mouth.  She smiled at the childish action before commenting, "As do I.  There's just something about Kagome.  I can't put it into words, but it's like we were waiting for her to enter our lives.  Everything seems so much... better when she's around."

"Funny you should say that, my dear," he said.  "I've felt the same thing.  It feels like my life got a little brighter with her presence.  But her heart is shadowed in so much pain."

The couple pondered the situation in silence for a few moments before Sango stood to gather the empty plates.  "I feel so sad for her, Miroku.  She had such a happy life and then it was taken away so tragically."  She couldn't help but feel the overwhelming grief of her own losses.  "We're the same, Kagome and I, yet so different..."

Miroku turned her to face him and wiped the tear that trailed down her cheek.  "You still have Kohaku, my love."

"Humph," she scoffed.  "If the little shit calls me once a month it's a miracle!"

He pulled her into a loose and comforting embrace.  "You're doing the best you can, Sango.  I understand why you sent him to that school, but I also understand his feelings of resentment."

"It was the only way to get him out of trouble!" she defended.  "Was I supposed to let him continue throwing his life away on drugs?"

Miroku tilted her face up.  "You did the right thing, Sango!  One day he will understand the whys and hows of your decision.  Someday he may even thank you."

She hugged him tightly.  "You're too good for me, Miroku."

"I think that statement is turned around, my dear Sango.  It is I who should be thanking the fates for allowing me to be with you."  He placed a soft kiss upon her lips before moving away.  "You'd better hurry up and get ready.  I'll take care of the dishes while you shower."

She smiled affectionately at him before leaving the room.  It continued to amaze the bassist how someone as charming and good-looking as Miroku could find a plain little nobody like herself worthy of his time; she only hoped he had really meant what he'd said and that they could build something solid between them.



Miroku wheeled his beat up little Toyota into the lot a short time later.  "I like my car!" he protested to the woman beside him.

"I just don't get it, Miroku," she stated, bewildered.  "You're richer than Midas, yet you drive around in this deathtrap!"

"She didn't mean that, baby," he told the car while stroking the dashboard.  The offended drummer shot a glare at Sango.  "I've had this car since High School, thank you very much!  She's never done me wrong and I'm not gonna give her up just because her make up is a bit smeared!"

Sango sighed as they exited said vehicle.  "Smeared?" She eyed the car critically.  "Miroku, dear, she needs more than a little make up.  Just look at all the rust on that thing!"

Miroku cupped a hand over her mouth.  "SHHH!"

She pushed his hand away and rolled her eyes.  "Oh, for pity's sake!  You should at least take her in for a bit of body work and a paint job," she suggested while unlocking the massive door to the garage.

"I'll remember this when we're eighty-five and you need a hip replacement!" he grumbled while following her into the building.

Sango moved to the lounge to set her bag down.  Casting him a teasing grin she shot back, "If I need a hip replacement it will probably be your fault!"

"Oh, you think so?"  Miroku tackled her to the nearest couch and captured her lips in a searing kiss.  "Buddha, save me!" he said thickly.  "Your lips are like a drug!  I just can't get enough."

"I guess you should count your blessings they aren't illegal," Sango teased before he silenced her once again.  A sudden thought occurred to her and she broke away from the passionate exchange.  "Miroku?"

"Yes, my sweet?"

"Does this mean you'll stop flirting with other women?"  

Miroku gazed down upon her in shock.  "Why, Sango, it's in my nature to make other women smile.  Me, stop flirting?  It's irrational!"

She frowned then asked, "Will you stop looking at other women?"

He sighed heavily.  "I'm a man, my love.  That is simply impossible!"

Sango smiled a bit at that.  "I guess that was too much to hope for.  Okay, one more question?"

"If you must," was his overly dramatic reply.

"Will you ever stop groping my ass?"

"That is against my religion!" he growled before devouring her lips once more.