InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Unforeseen Obstacles ❯ If only I could stay here… forever… ( Chapter 10 )

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: (looks at yellow fruit) So why do they call these `lemons' anyway? This certainly isn't sour…

 

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
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Unforeseen Obstacles…Chapter 10

If only I could stay here… forever…

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Dinner was over quickly and the women had taken off for a small pool of water to bathe. Well, Kagome had said she was bathing; Sango said she was simply going with her. Kagome's need to bathe astounded Miroku from time to time. He had never met a woman who insisted on bathing on a near daily basis before. Especially not if it meant plunging herself into icy mountain water. Miroku had never once noticed an odor about Kagome, despite her constant complaints about smelling bad.

 

He sat at the fire with Shippo, InuYasha, Rin and Jaken and tried to convince himself not to leave camp. After all, he didn't think he could handle another incident like that morning. So he remained in the group until everyone was asleep. Well, almost everyone.

 

“I didn't take you for leaning that way,” InuYasha said as Miroku rose to meet his almost-lover.

“I never have,” Miroku said, stopping. “I don't know what I'm doing, or why.”

“Feh, you're desperate, apparently.” Miroku turned to InuYasha, who was watching him from his tree. “You're a liar. Have you ever even kissed a girl?”

 

“Yes.” Miroku sighed.

 

“What I can't get is why Sesshomaru's doing this. I mean, I don't know if he even likes women, but you're a human. I can't get him anymore. He's such a fucking hypocrite.”

 

“I don't understand, either,” Miroku admitted.

 

“Go on, don't let me keep you,” InuYasha yawned, and then turned his head to a more comfortable position for sleeping. Miroku sighed and walked off, missing the cover of trees, but knowing the high rocks would still shield them from any nocturnal wanderings from their companions. He walked a good distance before he found Sesshomaru this night. He looked over as the monk approached. Miroku stopped. So everything about me is a lie? Miroku asked himself, InuYasha's remarks still stinging slightly. At least it feels that way when I look in your eyes. Those eyes were locked with his own again. He could stare and memorize the way they faded from yellow in the center to amber at the edges. The truth scares the shit out of me. Whoever said love is real or love is blood has never felt the way that I feel.

 

Sesshomaru closed the distance between them, but walked to the side of Miroku rather than kissing him, as the monk had hoped for. Miroku couldn't let him walk away just because he was feeling like a liar. He grabbed the empty sleeve of Sesshomaru's left arm and pulled. Sesshomaru stopped and turned with it. Miroku decided that enough was enough and he tugged at the fastenings to the armor and removed the lovely sash from his waist. Sesshomaru just watched him, amused. The armor came off and Miroku sagged under its weight for a moment. How does he wear all this so easily? It didn't look this heavy. He dropped it to the ground with a `thunk.'

 

“I haven't been undressed by another since I was a child,” Sesshomaru commented. Miroku paused.

 

“You were once a child?” he mocked. Sesshomaru smirked. Miroku honestly couldn't picture the taiyoukai as a child. And right now, he wasn't interested in doing so. He touched the haori lightly, suddenly not wanting to rush this anymore. He was even feeling a little timid. He touched the bit of skin that was bared by the gap in the jacket and slid his hands downward. The material parted slowly for him and he could feel Sesshomaru's pulse under the skin with his fingers. He slid the cloth off slowly, baring the youkai's shoulders first. He tugged a little and it fell open. Miroku was a little saddened at the lack of breasts, but he couldn't resist running his hands over Sesshomaru's chest anyway, pushing the cloth back further until it fell from his shoulders, taking that fluffy thing with it.

 

Sesshomaru finally lifted his own hand to release the tie on Miroku's robe and open it. He slid the back of his hand up Miroku's neck to brush against his ear, causing Miroku to close his eyes, then back down to push off the garment. Miroku opened his eyes and blushed. Having Sesshomaru see him from the back or in the water was one thing. But the demon still at least had his pants! Miroku took a moment to remedy the situation, and then stood, staring. What an interesting place to have more stripes, Miroku thought. His blush deepened when he realized he had been staring and he looked up to meet Sesshomaru's highly amused eyes.

 

Miroku noticed the stump of Sesshomaru's left arm and looked at it curiously. He reached out to touch it and felt Sesshomaru stiffen. It was the only thing that marred the perfection of the youkai's body. Miroku moved his hand to touch Sesshomaru's neck instead and felt him relax. He slid his own fingers up, mirroring Sesshomaru's previous action, enjoying the feel of so much skin sliding under his fingers. When he reached the pointed ear, Sesshomaru drew in a sharp breath, causing Miroku to look at his face. His eyes were closed and his lips half-parted, as they had been in sleep, but Sesshomaru's breathing was ragged and his head was thrown slightly back. Miroku smiled and traced a light pattern against the sensitive ear, which provoked the demon to put his hand on Miroku's shoulder and give the monk some of his body weight. Miroku replaced his fingers with his mouth and Sesshomaru dropped to his knees, taking the mortal with him.

 

Miroku was in the odd position of straddling another man's lap. There was a pressure against him now that felt so good he had to take a moment to relearn how to breathe. He was shaking from need and his skin seemed hypersensitive to the gentle press of Sesshomaru's hand against the small of his back. His lips met Sesshomaru's with a passionate heat. He felt a soft tongue touch his lips and they parted, allowing it entrance. His hips moved, seeking to both increase and relieve pressure on the part of him that ached most with need. Sesshomaru leaned forward, holding Miroku's weight as he laid the monk down on his robe.

 

Sesshomaru pulled away and smirked at Miroku, then brought his mouth down to close his lips on Miroku's throat. The monk extended his neck, offering himself and giving Sesshomaru full access. Sesshomaru kissed and licked down Miroku's body while the mortal man writhed in exquisite torment. The mix of pleasure and aching need were drowning him so much, that when Sesshomaru's mouth closed surprisingly on the center of his need, Miroku cried out in delighted shock. He feared the nick of teeth, but couldn't think very coherently with the hot, wet press and pull of tongue and lips on the most sensitive part of his anatomy.

 

Just as he thought release was his, though, Sesshomaru stopped. Miroku grabbed the silver hair as the youkai pulled away, but Sesshomaru wasn't leaving. He slid his own striped part along Miroku's leg, across his thigh, to press against the place his mouth had just been. Miroku moaned and clutched at Sesshomaru, trying to press their bodies closer, but the taiyoukai kept himself up by his one arm. He rubbed himself lightly, just to the side of where Miroku wanted it. Miroku was confused and almost mad with desire.

 

“Please,” Miroku begged, desperate for those few movements that would finish this. But Sesshomaru simply smiled. Then he wiggled his hips a little to spread Miroku's legs further apart. Perplexed, Miroku tried to discern Sesshomaru's intentions. A moment later, when Sesshomaru was pressed against something Miroku had never considered an entrance, he understood. Miroku's eyes widened, but he didn't stop the youkai from entering him. He closed his eyes against the moment of pain, but it didn't last. The strange sensation only distracted him for a few moments, and then he realized that he was once again close to release. From this position, Sesshomaru was moving back and forth against him, driving him closer and closer to that moment he had been searching for since that first time he went to the demon in the forest.

 

When it came, Miroku lost all sense of himself for a few blissful moments. Sesshomaru's forehead touched his own as he found his release and the sound that slipped past the youkai's lips prolonged the moment for Miroku. Sesshomaru collapsed next to him, breathing heavily. Miroku's hand rested on the thigh next to his and he just stared up at the night sky, feeling the most peaceful he had in a long time.

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To be continued…

 

Oh, my, did I actually manage to write that? (blushing furiously) Mmmmm. Bits of Stabbing Westward come from “Haunting Me”. Please review!