InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sleepless Sango ❯ Sake & Confusion ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A/N: Hm...not really satisfied with this one but I'll see if you guys like it! I was surprised with how many people are into San&Mir. I never realized there were so many! Well anyways, this was supposed to be a one-shot...I think...I mean if it didn't work out it would've been a one-shot but since it did work out, I'm thinking of adding a couple more chapters! Maybe I'll even add in a bit of Kag&Inu. Not much since this is a San&Mir, but I'll add it a small part for them. ^_^


Disclaimer: I don't think I put one in the beginning so I'll add one now. I do NOT own Inuyasha nor does my dog or my mother, but I'm kind of suspicious of my dad since he buys my mom presents out of the blue without us knowing where that money came from so...yeah but I doubt it...


Anyways, on with the fic!











Sake & Confusion








She could still feel it once she got back to camp. It had been so hard to just be able to run back to camp because of that feeling he gave her. She thought she was going to collapse... no, she wasn't going to be that type of girl!


Yet...as she leaned against a nearby tree to catch her breath, her heart continued to beat rapidly, still feeling the remnants of what Miroku's fingers had done to her...


She trudged back to camp, following the voices she had heard earlier. She wasn't going to think about it. But...why was she trying to fight him off when she knew herself it was what she wanted? She had been dreaming about him...


"Sango!! Miroku!!"


Sango continued to head to camp, without remembering that the only thing she was wearing was the cloak Miroku had given to her.











Inuyasha had been gathering things in Kagome's backpack when Sango came running into camp. He eyed her suspiciously as she explained quite truthfully how she was at a stream to go take an early morning swim but found it to be dangerous.


She was lying, he knew. He was surprised that Kagome didn't notice how Sango was wearing that perverted monk's cloak around her seemingly bare body. But even with that cloth shielding her body, he could smell it on her. Something happened back at the stream and clearly, Sango was unwilling to let them know. A small tinge of Miroku's scent was on her. And it wasn't from the cloak.


Inuyasha decided to keep his mouth shut. He didn't want to say anything to the others when he could see it in Sango's eyes that she didn't want it to be known.


What had that bouzu done to her?


Speaking of him... All eyes turned to him when he stepped out into the forest clearing. He smiled sheepishly. Inuyasha quickly glanced at Sango who's eyes averted those of Miroku's.


Inuyasha finished packing and tightened the bag, throwing it over his shoulder. Now he was sure something happened. Sango's scent was all over Miroku. He shook his head and began to walk towards the forest.


Miroku cleared his throat. "We should get going now, ne?"


Kagome and Shippou nodded as the continued to grab some other materials left by Inuyasha. Kagome suggested that Sango go change behind a nearby tree, glaring at Miroku all the while as she handed Sango some clothes. Miroku sighed and watched Sango leave. He needed to talk to her. He just couldn't understand why she suddenly turned on him, right when they were getting so close.


Will his beautiful Sango ever open up to him?


Sango was fuming. How could he do that to her? How was he able to make her feel such things she wanted to suppress?


But she couldn't stay angry, no matter how much she forced herself. She couldn't be angry with him for something he didn't do...and the way he was making her feel. She shook her head. She couldn't force it out of her mind, the way he was touching her in such a way...


She couldn't force out the fact that he had said he loved her. How he had acted so aggressive when he told her she was a fool to believe that he'd lie to her about something so serious. Then why did she keep pushing him away?


Because there are other things I must keep as a priority, and love and lust aren't one of them, she told herself, despite the fact that she had been moaning and calling his name just a couple minutes before.


When she finished dressing in her usual demon exterminating attire, she walked out, reaching for Hiraikotsu and slinging it over her shoulder as she followed the others. What was she going to do with his cloak? She was trying to avoid him so she couldn't just very well hand it to him or ask her companions to give it to him. They'd only get suspicious. It was surprising that they hadn't noticed that it was the only thing she was wearing when she came into camp.


Miroku was right in front of her, unaware that she was watching him. Her eyes slowly examined his backside, feeling guilty at how she really was turning into him. Still, she couldn't help but think that that body of his was probably as gorgeous as his beautiful face. She watched as his shoulder muscles contracted as he strode and the way his body moved with an air of masculinity. Then she imagined that face whose lips had kissed her mouth, whose violet eyes had watched her face when she reached her climax on his hand.


She shook her head. No! She couldn't be thinking of this right now. There were more important things at hand, such as finding that youkai which Kagome felt a shard in. They hadn't been able to catch it because it seemed to be teleporting itself in all directions. It was a good thing it wasn't working for Naraku. She jogged ahead of the others to where Kagome was.


Miroku's eyes followed Sango as she went ahead to where Kagome-sama and Shippou were. He knew it was probably hopeless to try and change Sango's mind at this point. She probably already had other things on her mind--


"Oi," came a familiar gruff voice right next to him. He snapped out of his thoughts.


"Yes Inuyasha?" he asked.


"What happened back there? What did you do to her?" Inuyasha whispered, hoping the others wouldn't hear. Shippou was currently napping on Kirara's back so he wouldn't be bugging them at the moment.


"What do you mean Inuyasha?"


"You bouzu, you know very well what the hell I'm talking about."


"I was merely watching out for her safety. She was sleepwalking--"


"Sleepwalking?!" Inuyasha nearly blurted out. It was a good thing they had lagged behind enough for the girls not to hear. "So you fucked her while she was sleeping?"


"No!" Miroku gasped. "Heavens no. I would never do that to Sango. But Inuyasha," he put a hand on the hanyou's shoulder. "It is not my place to tell you what happened. What happened is our business and our business alone."


Inuyasha huffed. He wanted to tell Miroku he was only concerned about his friend, but of course, being Inuyasha, he would never say out loud that he was worried about someone. "I just wanted to make sure you didn't try any shit with Sango. That's all. You know Kagome'll kill you if she finds out," he said instead.


"Yes. I know," Miroku sighed. "That is why she won't find out. Isn't that right my friend?"


"Yeah, yeah whatever. I'm not saying anything all right? Just don't let it happen again," Inuyasha muttered as he went to go catch up with the others. Miroku noticed Sango glancing in his direction. Once he caught her eye she quickly looked away and continued to walk with the others.




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Miroku lay awake the next night. He was staring at the fire knowing that Sango was right on the other side. He knew she picked that spot on purpose so she wouldn't have to look at him or be near him. He sighed. For the first time in many nights he had tried to change his "ways". He ignored every young, pretty girl that tried to talk to him in every village. He ignored that "urge" his hands had to touch Sango in a certain area. He ignored the feeling in his throat to ask any female to bear his child.


Didn't she notice, or did she just not have any desire for him?


Or maybe it was the fact that earlier in the day, Inuyasha had managed to get him drunk and get a bit crazy despite his promises to change his "ways". Too bad the sake was still in his system...


He heard a small grunt and turned towards the fire where it came from. Sango was slowly standing up.


"Sango?" he whispered. She didn't answer. He was a bit upset that she couldn't even answer him when he acknowledged her, but then he saw that distracted look in her eyes...she was sleepwalking again. He took a deep breath and stood up. He was going to wake her up, just like she'd wanted in the beginning, no matter how much he wanted to see her complete her dream...


He quickly hurried after her as she headed off into the forest. Her steps were slow but her strides were long. Miroku walked up in front of her and took her by the shoulders.


"Sango...Sango you must wake up," he whispered cautiously. She stopped moving for a while and allowed him to shake her, but then, she shoved him out of the way and continued to walk.


Miroku fell to the ground on his rear and sat there watching in a bewildered state as Sango walked ahead.


He heard the song again, soft and wispy, gentle and slightly seductive...what tune was that? Miroku wondered. He stood up, dusted himself off, and followed Sango. He figured if he couldn't wake her up, he might as well make sure she was safe (seriously.)


Like the night before, she discarded her clothing, but this time, it was at an earlier time. Maybe her dream had somehow realized how she had been disturbed the night before and decided it would be better to begin the process earlier.


"I won't look at her...I am changing my ways...for Sango's sake...for Sango's sake..." he chanted softly, keeping his eyes forward onto the back of her head. Still, they managed to drop languorously until his eyes once again took the sight of her entire body. She was absolutely lovely. Her rear was so beautifully firm and her skin looked flawless in the moonlight...except for the visible scars all over her body. The large one on her back was especially visible.


To Miroku, those scars only made Sango more desirable. He wanted to run his hands over them, over her skin, over the scars on her breasts, he wanted to tell her she was beautiful despite her scars so that she would allow him to put his fingers between her legs again... to feel her under him as he fucked the life out of her.


He shook his head...no Inuyasha was getting words inside his head, realizing he had been thinking too much and that Sango was already far ahead. He searched and finally found her, even though his mind was still a bit impaired due to the sake from this afternoon's festives.


Damn Inuyasha... Miroku thought as his wobbly feet attempted to keep in pace with Sango.


"Miroku..." Sango whispered. Miroku straightened up and stopped walking. Did she know he was here? Or was it her sleep talking again?


Her brown eyes looked towards him once more and she walked over to him, pushing him down onto the forest floor. What was she planning to do? he wondered as he backed up against the closest rock he could find.


He wished he wasn't drunk because his control was slipping from him and the way Sango just stood over him like that made him want her right then and there.


"Sango...you're mad at me...and you're sleeping..." Miroku insisted as Sango knelt over onto him. There was a clandestine glint in her eye as she seductively sauntered over to him and placed a kiss on his lips. He closed his eyes and placed a hand at the back of her head, returning her kiss with an intense vehemence. He didn't know why he was doing this. She was asleep for Kami's sake and he was simply taking advantage of her! But then again, his mind was impaired at the moment and sense didn't matter to him right now.


"Mm..." Sango moaned as Miroku's tongue invaded her mouth. She placed a hand on his chest and gave a quick shove onto the ground as she climbed on top of him. She smirked as she pressed her breasts against his chest, taunting him, playing with what control he had left.


"Didn't you...aren't you mad...at me?" Miroku asked, desperately clinging on to that last hope of control. Sango simply began humming the tune again as she ripped open his robes and licked his body from navel to the valley between his collarbone. She tenderly bit the skin of his neck, licking whatever she'd gathered into her mouth and moistening it. Gooseflesh appeared on his body as he attempted to roll away from her. "No...this is wrong..." he whispered hoarsely. He couldn't talk with Sango's womanhood warm against his stomach and her bare breasts pressed up against his chest.


Sango pulled him back and kissed him again, running her tongue across the back of his front teeth and onto the roof of his mouth. His eyes widened. While she was doing this, her hand had moved to the sensitive organ between his legs.


"Smmng..." he tried to call her, but her mouth was hard up against his. She parted her lips more, kissing him with more fervor. She moaned, urging his tongue to enter her mouth again as she grasped his shaft. Miroku gasped, but was now permanently pinned under her with his control no where in sight.


Sango scooted down along his legs and pushed them apart as she sat between them, running her hand over his clothed manhood. She tenderly grasped it, her fingers grazing over it as she grinned into his passion-filled eyes. He needed her in a way he could only need her and her alone. He knew that if any other woman were to be doing this, he wouldn't be as satisfied.


Miroku shook his head. "No...I believe this is called rape," he muttered getting ready to turn and leave. He couldn't do this to her! It was a mistake! But Sango had other plans. She grabbed his ankles and placed him back where he was. She impetuously brought her head under his robes, leaving Miroku surprised and wondering. Suddenly a jolt of pleasure filled his body as Sango's mouth reached his taut shaft. He hadn't even realized it hardened until now.


He felt her begin to lick around the opening as her mouth continued to bring his entire organ inside. He grasped the dirt under him, but there wasn't much to grasp. He pressed himself against the rock instead as he began panting.


"Sango no...you can't be doing this...San...go..." Miroku whispered, but his words caught in his throat when Sango began moving the organ in and out of her mouth as she tightened her lips around it. He impulsively had the urge to see Sango as she did this. He carefully pulled his robes down to reveal her body.


He was taken aback. Her back was arching and her neck muscles were tense from her oral movements. Her pale skin glistened with sweat he hadn't even been aware of when their activities had begun.


Miroku began moving against her, his body thrusting impatiently as Sango pleasured. "Oh gods...harder Sango..." he begged.


As if Sango had heard him, her mouth harder around his shaft as her tongue licked the tip, making Miroku groan out loud. He could feel it coming. Sango was driving him from complete control, to the point that his body was about to release itself. He opened his eyes to watch her and the sight of her only made him harder and more aroused than he already was. Then without anticipation, she stopped.


Gradually, she listlessly gazed at him with that look of pure chastity despite what she had nearly accomplished. Miroku's eyes were fixed on her and his chest heaving from the near-climax. Sango was amazing!


"Why did you stop love?" he asked solemnly. She didn't answer, instead she moved up and pulled off his robe and the undergarments that clung at the end of Miroku's legs. She pulled herself off of him, disappointing him a bit from the loss of her warmth, but then she laid next to him. He watched her curiously when she pulled his body on top of hers and tenderly brought her lips to his ear and whispered.


"Make love to me."


Now he knew why she stopped. Miroku's heart nearly skipped a beat from her words and nodded into her innocent, sleep-filled eyes. But before that, he had to give her something for her wonderful oral pleasure giving. He pushed Sango up against the rock and spread her long, pale legs. He then examined her in her position. Her body was flushed and her chest heaved with sensual difficulty, her spread legs, revealing a soft triangle of curls and a wet core. She was beautiful and seemed to radiate with that chastity she continued to have even after what they've been doing. Yes, this might be it. He'd finally be able to take Sango's virginity away, but somehow he felt slightly wrong...


But then again, his mind was impaired at the moment.


He leaned forward, the way Sango had done earlier, and opened his mouth as his lips touched Sango's warm, wet center. He let his tongue taste her sweet moisture and found that it was more than he had expected. She was soaking in her feminine juices and it was all for him.


He moved his lips, recieving a shudder from Sango, and allowed his mouth and tongue to caress her before he moved in deeper. He pulled her thighs over his shoulders as his mouth continued to move around her nether regions, causing Sango to moan softly.


The thought of her being so innocent the way she was, made him even harder. He licked and massaged her with his mouth as she grasped his hair, causing his usually neat tie to come loose and look unruly. Miroku decided to slip his tongue deeper into her, thrusting it with much pressure. Sango groaned and her hips bucked, making Miroku chuckle slightly. Oh he was enjoying this.


Her scent was all around him. It was so intoxicating that he got lost in it as his mouth roughly sucked and ground her womanhood with his teeth. He didn't even notice Sango slowly waking from her sleep. He didn't even notice her eyes as she examined her surroundings.


"Miroku?" she whispered softly. He simply tightened his grip on her thighs as his tongue licked her opening and his teeth slowly sank into her clit. Sango winced from the sudden shock of pleasure. She realized she had probably been sleepwalking again. She looked down at the top of Miroku's head. Should she stop him right now?


No...she couldn't...whatever he was doing felt so good. She closed her eyes and rested against him as his teeth suddenly crushed her clit. Sango's face became strained. She thrust herself against him and cried out, moaning his name over and over while his teeth rolled around her clit, his tongue taunting the end of it in his mouth. Sango's body began to shake, feeling a climax coming when his tongue was once again exploring her insides. She held it in.


Slowly, he put her down, staring into her innocent eyes as his muscles tensed from breathing so hard while he had put his mouth on her. He gathered her into an embrace and gently kissed her lips. Sango was about to refuse but she knew he knew that she had been sleepwalking...he probably thought she still was. It wouldn't hurt to keep it that way...


She kissed him back, grabbing onto his shoulders as her tongue entered his mouth, tasting herself on his tongue. She pulled his head closer, kissing his mouth harder as their bodies became nearer. Miroku rested himself between her legs as he began fitting himself into her. Sango gasped and looked down at it. Her eyes widened. Was that the average size of them? She shuddered at the thought of that thing inside her. What if it hurt?


He gently caressed her neck, running a small trail onto her collarbone. He then moved back up and looked straight into her eyes when he kissed her. He brought her arms around his neck as she squirmed to get comfortable as she straddled his hips. Miroku hesitated but then slowly began putting himself into her. Sango watched the process, gasping for air as she held onto Miroku for dear life. Miroku then looked up into her eyes.


"Well...little innocent Sango-chan finally decides to come into my territory..." Miroku commented, quickly taking her lips and kissing her vehemently. His hands went to her breasts, kneeding them slowly, causing Sango's mouth to hang open. He then pinched her pert buds causing her to shut her eyes tightly


What was she doing? Didn't she just hear what he said? She was going into his territory...wait--!! She was supposed to be angry at him!! And now this? Why was he trying to get her to have sex with him when he knew perfectly well that she was asleep?


His hands were still on her breasts and his mouth was still on hers, but then she pushed him away, despite that desperate longing for him to be inside her.


Miroku suddenly became aware and looked up at her. "Sango? You awake?" he asked.


Sango's heart was still racing from that pleasure. "Yes I am! Miroku what do you think you're doing!?" she shouted. At least she was calling him Miroku now.


"Sango. You're the one who asked me to," Miroku whispered darkly, sitting silently near the rock.


"I-I...why would I do that!?" Sango sputtered as she grabbed Miroku's robes from the ground and pulled them around her.


"Maybe because you love me?" Miroku suggested.


"Hm--I..." she paused. Miroku stood up and pulled her close, gently kissing her forehead though she distinctly tensed. Miroku faced her and put his hands on her hips.


He brought his mouth close to her ear and whispered softly, "I said I'd make love to you, and I'm sticking to it." With that, he thrust himself into her, catching her by surprise. Sango grasped his shoulders when her legs nearly collapsed under her. He caught her and carefully lowered her onto the ground. Sango closed her eyes and wrapped her legs around his hips. She felt something break and a small hint of pain, but it wasn't anything she couldn't take. After a second, she felt pleasure wash over her as Miroku began thrusting in and out of her, causing her hips to buck wildly against him.


Sango kept her eyes tightly closed as she felt Miroku's breath against the side of her neck. What was she doing? Was she really allowing Miroku to do this to her? She grunted when Miroku plunged hard into her then suddenly pull out. She stared at his shaft, it was filled with some sticky fluid that clung onto him. Was that coming from her?


She shut her eyes again, feeling herself tighten around his member urging it to stay inside her as his pace quickened, causing Sango to spasm. Miroku pushed then pulled back, bringing Sango with him before he pushed back, thrusting himself into Sango's womb.


"Miroku--"


"Shh...it doesn't hurt does it?" Miroku whispered. Sango shook her head, clinging to him. Miroku's movements became more insistent and forceful, his hands grasping her hips as he thrust harder, until finally the two were caught wave after wave in subliminal pleasure. Miroku had watched her the entire time, a smile threatening on his lips, but refused to come because of the work he had to put into the climax. His eyes rolled back upon feeling Sango's nails seeping into the small of his back. He thrusting still hadn't stopped and their bodies were suddenly convulsing desperately against each other. Sango cried out and Miroku took her mouth, his tongue thrusting like his hips.


Sango called him again and again as each wave fell on them. Sango winced and her body shuddered when she felt Miroku's hot seed planted deep inside her. Her mouth absentmindedly hung open as the waves of pleasure came to its hilt. Miroku's eyes shut tightly as Sango's movements against him became slower, until finally, the pleasure subsided.


Miroku slumped against Sango, heaving, his lungs eagerly awaiting breath. In the silence, their breaths simultaneously came together in an exhausted rhythm, becoming slower and slower until it was back to normal. Sango wrapped her arms around the lech's neck, her fingers playing with his dark locks.


"Why didn't you wake me up?" Sango suddenly asked.


"I tried koibito, but you wouldn't let me," Miroku answered gently, kissing her shoulder. Sango simply shrugged it off, refusing to talk anymore.He closed his eyes. Finally, all he's done, Sango was with him and there was no excuse she could use to escape him. Still...there was something wrong, something missing...


"I think we should get back to the others," Sango suggested. Miroku felt her stir underneath him and he agreed with a slight nod. Sango glanced at Miroku's robes and noticed that three of the buttons were missing. She blushed, realizing she was the one who had probably done that. My...is that what she was dreaming of? (Strangely, she never remembered what her dream was about when she woke up.)


She retrieved her night outfit and undergarments and headed back to camp with Miroku following behind. Miroku could sense a deep discomfort and wondered if Sango had regretted what they'd done. Hopefully she hadn't...


"Sango? Are you all right?" he asked, placing a hand on her shoulder. "You're not hurt are you?"


"No. Please, let's just get back without a word. I don't want to wake them with our voices," Sango whispered as she walked ahead to camp.


Miroku sighed. When was he going to get her to open up? He didn't like this hostility. Sango was still uncomfortable with him as her lover. She hadn't even told him she loved him...














A/N: What is wrong with Sango?