InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Sleepless Sango ❯ It's A Cycle ( Chapter 3 )

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

A/N: Well...I didn't mean for it to be this way, but this chapter is filled with lemon. Oh, sorry for the long wait, I just ran out of material for a while! Well I'm back!!! And here is the next chapter. I was hoping to end it here, but I'm not quite sure yet.


Contains Kag/Inu. Just be warned!









It's A Cycle








"Sango...oh gods you're so tight..."


"Shh! I don't want the others to know where we are."


"Hai, hai...I'll be silent."


Accidentally tripping on Miroku's robe, Sango toppled backwards with Miroku tangled in her arms, causing a heavy thud against the wall when her back made contact with it. Miroku chuckled softly.


"Are you all right?"


"I'm fine," Sango whispered, a small smile on her face. "Miroku?"


"Hai?"


"Please push harder," she begged, her mouth grazing his bottom lip softly. Miroku consented pretty quickly, his hips thrusting violently into her every few seconds as their lips and tongues met in the same manner. Sango's fingers tightened around his shoulder blades when the thrusting caused her feet to raise off the ground. A long moan escaped her lips, all thought of being quiet disappeared.


This had been going on for three weeks after their last encounter at the forest. Sango seemed to forget her hostility towards him after a couple days, but Miroku knew there was still something unsettling about Sango. He frequently asked her what was wrong, but she always said that everything was wonderful, and when he'd push further into the subject, she'd get angry at him.


He knew it was unhealthy, but he was afraid that if he continued to pester her, he would upset her and lose her to that... he knew it was ridiculous, but he didn't know what else to do since he couldn't talk about it with the others. He wanted to respect Sango's wish to keep their little affair a secret. He thought it would be able to talk about it with Inuyasha, since he knew, that one night, something had happened... but then Sango begged him to figure out a way to hide it from Inuyasha's heightened senses.


"There's a spell...but it is very ancient. I am not sure this will work," Miroku had told her.


"Oh, but it's worth a try...right?"


"Yes...it is..."


Was she ashamed of them being together? Or what if there was another man? No...it couldn't possibly be that. The first time they had slept together, Sango's hymen was intact, and after that, she had been with the group until now, so there was no way she could have gone with another man...besides, Sango was not that type of girl and he knew it.


He felt a strange, sharp ecstatic feeling in the pit of his stomach, then realized he was having his third climax of the night and Sango was whimpering, her teeth clamped down on her lips to avoid screaming into the silent, humid air.


He let his thoughts drift and concentrated on Sango and her movements. She cried out and he gently hushed her, his body rocking idly against hers. He looked up into her eyes as they climaxed together. Her lips were slightly parted and she was looking back at him with a rush of absolute emotion and pleasure that it made his own pleasure all the more overwhelming. He crushed her against the wall, his penis shoving itself roughly in and out of her. He ground his knees into the wall and put his lips to her ear to whisper something he hadn't been expecting he'd say himself.


"Marry me Sango."


The emotion in Sango's eyes changed to something else. Her eyelids quickly blocked the view of her eyes when she closed them. She didn't want him to see what else she was concealing.


Sango quickly pushed him out of her and walked to the futon to retrieve her night gown. She wrapped it around her body and then brought her arms around her body as if it were an added protection.


"I have to get back to the room," she told him softly, her feet shuffling quickly towards the door.


Miroku sighed exasperated. He ran after her and grabbed her arm. "Why must you keep running from me?"


Sango looked terribly angry...and sad at the same time. Miroku didn't understand why. Was she afraid to marry him? But he loved her! Why would she be afraid? He would never leave her!


She yanked her arm from him and ran back to her and Kagome's room before he could follow.


He sighed. Yes, he really needed to talk to someone about this--and now, or else he'd never be able to sleep.





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"...mmm..."


In uyasha's tongue ran down from her tightened opening up to the pink bud that was now wet


with his saliva. He smiled up into Kagome's eyes. Watching her made her look so seductive, something she had told him herself she would never look. But right now, with her legs spread out the way they were, her back pressed up against his futon, and the warm sweat beading on her pink face, it made him want to contradict her words.


"Inuyasha?"


Inuyasha smirked, a fang revealing itself with the mischievious smile. He sat between her legs and placed his fingers in, knowing he would have a better view of her when he did it this way.


Kagome gasped when his claw gently rubbed the inside of her entrance. She shuddered, causing her entire body to shake convulsively.


His lips met hers in a chaste kiss, brushing against hers, but soon after, it became more insistent. His lips parting, inviting her tongue into his mouth. Kagome smiled as she returned the kiss, her tongue sliding in cautiously before returning the wanted kiss. While kissing him, Kagome realized that his fingers were still inside her, pressed up deep inside her since her thighs were tightly shut upon kissing him.


"I never expected a brat like you to kiss so damn good," Inuyasha hissed, his mouth meeting hers once more. He then moved his lips to her collarbone where he placed small kiss across the length. Kagome moaned and brought her head back.


"I never expected a brute like you to feel so damn good inside me," Kagome replied, pushing her hips to him so that his hard member slid right into her. He smiled and began moving against her. Kagome arched against him, chuckling softly as she gazed lustily into his eyes. His own were filled with the same lust, so he thrust harder, wanting her to scream his name over and over as she did on the first night she lost her innocence to him.


"Psst...Inuyasha? Are you awake?" came a voice from outside. There was a short knock and the door opening.


Inuyasha, who surprisingly hadn't heard the voice, continued to rock his body against Kagome's, kissing her gently all the while as his calloused hands caressed her breasts.


Kagome groaned and whispered his name quite a few times, her voice getting harsher at each thrust. Kagome moved her fingers between her legs, joining Inuyasha's length inside her. He noticed it and took her hand lifting it to his mouth, keeping his eyes pasted on hers as he licked her fingers clean of her own fluids. Kagome was staring at him with such unchaste desire, it made him want to fuck her until she fainted.


This time he slid his fingers into her, experimenting on what kind of response he'd get. Kagome nearly yelped, but he continued, taking her mouth against his again, kissing her harshly as his tongue ravaged her mouth.


"Inuyasha, I really need to talk to someone right no--" Miroku stopped when he was in the room. His eyes were wide with surprise when he saw the two on his futon doing some very intimate things.


Kagome was the first to see him. Her eyes grew wider than Miroku's and she said the only thing she could think of.


"Sit!"


Kagome shuffled away from his fallen, frustrated figure. "Shit, Kagome! We were just getting to the best fucking par--" his voice ceased when he saw Miroku standing at the door. "Holy shit! Miroku, you damn hentai, what the fuck do you think you're doing?"


Suddenly Miroku's shocked face turned into a boyish grin...an expression almost mischievious. Inuyasha sighed. He knew Miroku was going to tease him about this all throughout his life.


"I'm...um...sorry to disturb you from your...activities, but I really must talk to Inuyasha. Kagome-san, would you please excuse us?"


Kagome was red all over, both from pure and utter embarrassment and anger, and from reminiscent, tingling pleasure. She nodded quickly and, with wrapped blankets around her body, ran for her robes and exited Inuyasha's room.


Inuyasha had watched her the entire time, upset that their night together had been spoiled.


He'd kill the monk for this now. "What was that for?" he asked.


"I didn't know you were sleeping with Kagome-san," Miroku stated with a smirk.


"Well I didn't know you were fucking Sango in her sleep."


Miroku grew stiff. That first day, he had told Inuyasha he was never going to take advantage of Sango that way and yet...on that very night, he did just that. He felt the room suddenly become hot. Does he know?


"Inuyasha. I have to talk to you about Sango."


"Why?"


Miroku sighed deeply. He had to talk to Inuyasha. Now that he knew Inuyasha's little secret, he might as well tell him his.


"I...actually have been sleeping with Sango since that night...but the thing is, she seems to refuse the fact that I love her and would die for her."


Inuyasha couldn't believe what he was hearing. "So what do you want me to do?"


"Just tell me...I am not sure how to deal with women."


"Ha! The biggest lech around doesn't know how to deal with women? That's a fucking first," Inuyasha laughed.


Miroku was getting a bit tired with Inuyasha's childish remarks, but he decided to go on anyways. "Sango's different. Help me understand women's feelings. You know so much already, first from Kikyo, and now Kagome... I've never felt this way before Inuyasha. I mean, just tonight--"


"Tonight?"


"A few minutes ago--"


"A few minutes ago?"


"Yes!" Miroku said impatiently.


"Well, I'm guessing this is the reason we all have to rest a lot more often," Inuyasha retorted.


"Inuyasha?"


"Oh, right, right. Go ahead."


"Tonight I told her that she should marry me and...she ran out."


"She didn't give a reason?"


"No."


"Miroku, when a girl does that to you that means they're scared. In a weird sort of way, it happened to me the first time I was with Kagome."


"You've been scared?"


"Yeah, but this does not come out of this room, understand Monk?"


"You have my word," Miroku replied with a grin. Inuyasha continued. "I thought that if I got too close with Kagome, I'd lose her friendship or Kikyo would have another reason to hurt her all the more, or Naraku could use my weakness against her...against me...and all this other crap."


"So what did you do?"


Inuyasha smiled solemnly. "I thought about it some more...and I realized that I'd only hurt Kagome more by not being with her...and I'd hurt myself too," Inuyasha said.


"So what do you propose I do?"


Inuyasha shrugged. "I don't know...sit around."


Miroku lifted a brow. "That's your advice? Thank you...I appreciate all that you've done for me," Miroku replied sarcastically.


"What I'm saying is that you've done nothing wrong. Sango's the one who's fucked up," Inuyasha said.


This made Miroku smile a little. "You really think so?"


"Yes, absolutely. You have to be patient. Let the fact that you care about her sink in until she breaks down and apologizes."


Miroku sighed. It seemed too simple to follow. But still, it was strange, but somehow, Miroku decided to trust Inuyasha on this one.





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" Kagome! I was worried when you weren't in the room!" Sango cried out when she saw her friend enter. Kagome stood stiffly after her failed attempt to shut the shoji doors silently.


She turned around slowly and gave Sango a sweet smile. "I...was just having a chat with Inuyasha. Neither of us could sleep," Kagome hurried with the excuse. She scoffed to herself, Chatting...really now?


"Oh all right," Sango nodded, watching Kagome slide into her futon and blow the flame of a nearby candle. She was just relieved that Kagome didn't find out about her little rendezvous with Miroku. It had been a tiring week. Miroku continuously pestered her about her feelings and it was becoming a bit irritating.


She paused her thoughts as she laid herself in her futon. She stared up at the ceiling upon resting her head on the pillow. But what if it's my fault? Miroku's been wonderful--and I'm even using his name now, like it's nothing... She sighed morosely. He's been trying to help me and I'm pushing him away...But after we've been in bed he stops asking me questions.


Maybe that was all Miroku wanted. Pure physical pleasure. Why me though? He can have any village girl he desires.


He was a man. She couldn't just trust him...besides, was he not the greatest lech of all? But then again...she already gave herself to him...and he asked her to marry him!


Is he crazy? Maybe he was drunk tonight...or what if he really means it? Sango thought eagerly. She sighed defeatedly. She didn't think she could ever open up to Miroku. She was too insecure, though she hated to admit it.


Maybe if...she talked to Kagome about it?


Sango curiously glanced over at the slumbering figure just meters away from her. It would help her to sleep...she hadn't been sleeping much lately, afraid of her sleepwalking capabilities.


No...maybe some other time, she told herself, relaxing on her futon. But all throughout the night, she regularly glanced at Kagome, hoping that she'd have the courage to talk to her about something like this.


Would she understand? Sango positioned herself on her side and gazed at the shoji walls in front of her.


Now, she was as sleepless as ever, her complicated emotions beckoning her to stay awake...





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Miroku's lips were hungry, and his hands were already eager to get the clothes off of her. Sango's hand was on his covered erection, Miroku's zubon stopping them from getting any further. Sango released his erection and hurriedly unwrapped the tie of his robe, shoving the garment off as she ran her hands over his chest. She closed her eyes, relishing the feeling of his skin under her palms. Gods...she loved touching his skin. It was the best feeling in the world to her, and yet, she tried to deny it. Miroku's hips moved against her hand and she realized her hand had carelessly moved back to his stiff member. She moved her mouth back to his and placed a small kiss on them before pushing him up against a random tree. Miroku groaned, his head falling against the tree for support.


"Sango..." Miroku whispered, his warm breath caressing her cheek. She kissed him.


"Yes?" she asked breathlessly, pushing his member to show him that she was capable of giving him one-sided pleasure. She noticed that it was already moist with his pre-cum.


"I love you," he whispered. Sango stiffened then immediately pulled away from him, though the kiss was intensely satisfying.


"Miroku...we have to stop..." she told him breathlessly.


She always does this when I tell her my feelings! he thought furiously. But despite his anger, Miroku nodded understandingly, his hands twined together in front of him, in a perfectly calm disposition. "Then we should get back to the others before they suspect anything." Their eyes were on each other, as if reaching a compromise.


Then Miroku broke it, turning to head back to where Inuyasha and the others were. Sango watched anxiously as he began to move away, then grabbed his arm. Miroku's violet eyes were gazing at her wonderingly, both afraid and curious as to what she was thinking of doing to him. The last couple of days had been exhausting...he never knew Sango could be so dirty...


Then a thought hit him. No...this is wrong...they had just had a fight last night and again they were taking pleasure in this baldly wrong sin.


Miroku allowed Sango's hand to slip off of his arm and looked up at her. "Sango...I can't do this with you anymore. I mean...completely."


"Why?"


Miroku laughed bitterly at this. "Why!? Because you're using me! I'm just your little toy to use when you have nothing else to use to get away from your emotional problems! I mean nothing to you!" Sango was about to speak, but he continued. "I actually thought that by doing this with you, it would make you understand that I am the only one you would ever do this with and that you're mine. But I guess that was one of my intellectual downfalls."


He began to stalk away when Sango grabbed his arm once more. "Miroku..." Miroku's eyes pierced her own with blinding emotion. That was it. She was just scared. She, a feared demon exterminator, was afraid! Afraid of being loved, afraid that if someone loved her again, she would lose them like she lost everyone else she loved.


She cautiously moved towards him and brought her palms to his cheeks where she gently held his face, bringing her lips up to his, hoping to the gods that he wouldn't pull away.


He pulled away.


(JUST KIDDING!!! HAHAHAHHA!!)


He couldn't believe himself. After his incredible rant of anger, she was completely forgiven, just by saying his name in that particular manner... He just couldn't believe himself!


He pulled her close to him, but put two fingers to her lips. "Wait. I have a request."


"And what's that?"


"Say that you love me," Miroku ordered. Sango's heart pounded in her chest. Would her insecurity leave if she told him? She had an overwhelming fear that he would just start laughing and saying that he was just joking about loving her. He kissed her briefly, but harshly. "Say it," he growled.


Sango swallowed hard. "I...um...love you..."


Miroku moved away from her, rolling his eyes. "Don't force yourself..." he muttered, pulling away and slowly turning back towards camp once again.


"Miroku! Don't leave! I'm sorry! I'm just afraid to be honest with you!" Sango blurted out.


"Why?" Miroku asked, without turning.


"Because...because of things I can't explain to you," Sango solemnly admitted. She was a bit disappointed in herself that she couldn't tell him all of it.


He stared into her eyes. Okay, maybe she wasn't telling him everything. But Miroku had turned into some sort of lovesick puppy, always forgiving and forgetting, letting Sango's feelings of resentment and anger become stronger and allowing her to use his body as a temporary hiding place.


"Fine..."


Her eyes filled with lust once more as she walked closer to him. He placed his hand softly on her tense abdomen, giving a small heated pressure against her covered skin. Slowly, Miroku moved his gaze down as his hands slid in the same direction. Sango parted her legs, giving Miroku's fingers room to unbutton her uniform. Sango closed her eyes as Miroku fell to his knees, moving his mouth between her legs.


Why can't I stop? Isn't this enough confirmation that Miroku loves me? No matter how many times I hurt him, he still stays...for the sake of being near me... So why? Sango wondered. "Uunh...oh gods...Miroku..." Sango groaned, feeling every sharp movement of Miroku's lips between her legs.


I love you...oh gods, I love you Miroku...













A/N: Next chapter! Conclusion!