InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Unforeseen Obstacles ❯ I crave it desperately… ( Chapter 7 )

Disclaimer: I don't know Rumiko Takahashi, so I can't say I own any of this. Now the warning: YAOI. That's right, man lovin' man. If you don't like that, you don't have to read another word. If you don't like my pairing, you don't have to read it, but you'll be missing out! I'm constantly reading InuYasha fics with pairings I don't like just because I like the story. But if you don't like my story, please be polite when you tell me. And also, tell me why. Or if you do like it, review and write whatever you want, LOL. If you've noticed the titles to the chapters, a few of you may have had a familiar twinge. Yes, they are little pieces of lyrics and belong to Stabbing Westward (I miss you, SW!). I love using song lyrics as chapter titles. Some even sneak their way into dialogue and thoughts. I'm not saying where, just crediting the song at the end.

 

Notes: Some good fun to be had with the main pairing…

 

Genre: Drama, romance… Whatever I classified this as, I'm sure angst will sneak its stinky butt in here.

Rating: R

Codes: Mir/Sess, Mir/San, Inu/Kag

Feedback: Reviews are something that give me a happy little thrill. They're also making my muse purr and chatter.

 

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Unforeseen Obstacles…Chapter 7

I crave it desperately…

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Over the next few evenings, Miroku found himself watching Sesshomaru more and more. It was beginning to drive him crazy. He sent Shippo for the firewood to avoid encountering the demon lord. His need was growing to a point where cold baths weren't helping. Sesshomaru ignored him utterly when they weren't alone, but he had still found ways to catch his attention. At least, that's what Miroku told himself. He tried to convince himself this was entirely the youkai's doing. He couldn't be noticing another man like… like a woman.

 

He admitted that Sesshomaru's features were fair, his relentlessly bored expression almost provocative. He always seemed to be posing himself, as if waiting for a wandering artist to sketch him. He had to admit that when he had seen the taiyoukai take off his armor and clothing to bathe (an accidental encounter) he had stared at his back as he stepped into the water. He often wondered if Sesshomaru had deliberately allowed him to see him like that. He would never know, since he ran from the side of the lake as fast as his legs would take him.

 

So much had built up in him that, as he sat by the fire, shaking from desire as the demon stood around, not leaving as it was customary for him to do, Miroku lost control. He stood and abandoned the dinner fire, walking into the forest, as he hadn't in several days. He had left behind his staff and any excuses. InuYasha looked up as Miroku walked past him, but the monk offered no explanation for what he was doing. He didn't want to lie and he certainly couldn't tell the truth. He didn't want to admit the truth to himself. But here he was. And more importantly, there he was.

 

Miroku met the amber eyes just a few steps to the left. Sesshomaru said nothing, he merely watched him. I have to do everything? Miroku thought. But the aching in his body could take no more. He closed the distance between them. His hands shaking, he reached out and touched Sesshomaru's armor. The demon watched him, with the barest hint of a smirk on his lips. Miroku, frustrated beyond tolerance, claimed those smug lips with his own. A shock went through him, raising the hairs on the back of his neck. A moment later, a soft hand was smoothing the offending hairs down, causing Miroku to shudder.

 

“What are you going to do?” Sesshomaru breathed against Miroku's lips. The monk's breath caught.

 

“I'm gonna give myself up, up to the truth of what this is. Of what I am.”

 

“And what is that?”

 

“Attracted to you,” Miroku hissed, clutching some of the white haori in his hand. “You make it hard to breathe. It's as if I'm suffocating. And when you're next to me, I can feel your heartbeat through my skin.”

 

“How poetic.” Sesshomaru rewarded the confession with a kiss so intense, Miroku pushed at him, trying to get him to the ground. But Sesshomaru was not so easily moved. He held the weight of the mortal with just his one hand and his body. When the youkai broke the kiss, Miroku felt as though he were being deprived of something vital. He opened his eyes, even more frustrated than he was before. He wanted to tear Sesshomaru's armor off, wanted to strip him and touch his body. But Sesshomaru stepped back. Miroku's heart was pounding so intensely that he felt as though it would break through his chest any moment.

 

“Wait! Where are you going?” Sesshomaru said nothing. He simply turned and walked back to the camp. Miroku stood there with his mouth open, shaking and approaching shock. “All I get is a kiss?” Miroku couldn't believe it. “No,” he said, plaintively. But Sesshomaru didn't so much as look back.

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There are times, when I'm just a shell, when I do not feel anything for anyone, Sesshomaru thought. But that monk… Sesshomaru shivered in the warm night air. I did not just want the release; I wanted him. Sesshomaru forced his lust down, ignoring the aching demands of his body. No one ruled him. Not Naraku, not his own body. He was his own master. 'Humans... why protect them? Why miss them? Why love them?' His own words, once so resolute, suddenly sounded cold. He didn't love Miroku. But if he were gone… Miroku… What are you doing to me?

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To be continued…

 

Oh, my, that could have gotten out of hand. My muse seems to be eager to get to that lemon. Something about satisfying the audience. But I know you really want to wait… right? (Evil laughter fades) Bits of Stabbing Westward from the songs “Red On White”, “What Do I Have To Do” and “Darkest Days”. Remember to review! After all, I'm typing my poor little fingers off. Sorry this chapter was so short, but hey, it was a chapter unto itself.