InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Unforeseen Obstacles ❯ The right to sleep beside you… ( Chapter 20 )

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Notes: Making up…

 

Genre: Drama, romance…
Rating: R
Codes: Mir/Sess
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Unforeseen Obstacles…Chapter 20

The right to sleep beside you…

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Sesshomaru had obviously not completely forgiven Miroku that evening. He did not stay with the dinner fire as had become his habit, but instead walked off into the forest as he once had, when they first mixed parties. Miroku deliberately stayed by the fire, confident in the knowledge that he was in the right. But Sesshomaru was only trying to protect him…

 

Miroku sighed angrily, causing everyone to look at him. He stood and followed after Sesshomaru, aware that everyone was either thinking he was seeking comfort in the other man's arms or it was apparent that they had fought. He found the youkai sitting on a large rock and staring off into the night. Tentatively, he approached.

 

“You are angry,” Miroku said, deciding bluntness would serve him best. Sesshomaru said nothing. Miroku almost went to his knees next to Sesshomaru, then stopped. `I am not a woman. I will not behave as some wife trying to placate an irate husband,' he thought angrily and instead sat next to the taiyoukai on the rock. They sat in silence for a while and Miroku wished he had the ability to read minds.

 

“You dismissed me as though my words had no worth. Do you wish me to speak now?” When Sesshomaru finally spoke, Miroku's anger faded. He wasn't angry; he was hurt.

 

“One word from your lips holds more value than a thousand from another man's,” Miroku answered carefully. He only ever waxed poetic with Sesshomaru. With one so regal as he, it only seemed appropriate. He was certain Sesshomaru had heard better poetry than his, but he seemed to respond to it.

 

“Yet you stopped me from speaking. You dismissed me.”

 

“It was not my intention. I only wanted to express that I could not be swayed in my decision and that I did not wish to argue in front of the youkai.”

 

“I wanted to kill you,” Sesshomaru admitted. Miroku went still, feeling a chill run through his body. “And then I thought of killing you. It upset me.” Miroku didn't know how to respond. “I've killed a thousand men without a thought, but I can't kill you.”

 

“You love me. You said so yourself,” Miroku responded.

 

“A fatal flaw.”

 

“Perhaps. But I have made several potentially fatal decisions with you. Yet, I am still alive. You will survive one love affair with a lowly monk.” Sesshomaru turned to Miroku and reached out, his fingers brushing against his lip. Miroku's breath caught and his heart sped up; he opened his mouth slightly to taste those fingers. The bittersweet acidity of the poisoned claws, the salt of his skin greeted his senses. Miroku closed his eyes for a moment, lightly tracing the outline of a claw with his lower lip.

 

“I thought monks were supposed to be chaste,” Sesshomaru teased. Miroku drew his lip into his mouth and savored the remaining taste.

 

“I am far from the path of enlightenment,” Miroku admitted. He turned his body to face Sesshomaru, who was watching him. “I studied hard to be who and what I am, but I find there are some… concepts… that I have difficulty embracing.”

 

“Am I one of those concepts?”

”On the contrary, I quite enjoy embracing you,” Miroku said and smiled when Sesshomaru looked down and away, his version of a blush. He enjoyed shocking the reserved man almost as much as he enjoyed his company.

 

“Did you come to me so slowly because I am a man or because I am youkai?”

 

“Both. And because you were the enemy.” Miroku paused. “Was the decision to pursue me difficult for you?”

 

“No. The decision to stay with you was difficult.”

 

“You had no qualms about my being a man?”

 

“No.” Sesshomaru had resumed watching the sky. Miroku blinked.

 

“Am I the first man you have…” he paused, trying to phrase it delicately, “lain with?”

 

“No.” Miroku was taken aback. He glanced up himself, pondering the information. Sesshomaru had been his first lover, the first true break in his vow of celibacy. But why would Sesshomaru be chaste, what reason would he have? None that Miroku could think of. The taiyoukai was easily over seventy, but that was all Miroku really knew. In seventy years, would he have maintained celibacy? Obviously not. “Does that bother you?”

 

“I suppose not. I just hadn't thought about it. So you just… lean that way?”

 

“I prefer the company of men. But I have lain with females as well,” Sesshomaru answered.

 

“Have you no interest in settling down? Raising a family?” Miroku asked, surprised. It was something he had always wanted, himself. Sesshomaru looked at him as though he had asked a very silly question.

 

“I have centuries to make that decision. I will not likely `settle down' the way you perceive it. Spending my entire life with one person… is not an appealing concept.”

 

“Then you will eventually leave me?” Miroku asked, softly.

 

“Spending your entire life with you does not disturb me.” Sesshomaru answered. Miroku smiled.

 

“Are you still upset with me?” Miroku asked, tentatively reaching out and touching Sesshomaru's leg. Sesshomaru touched his hand lightly and ran the back of his claws up Miroku's arm, causing him to shudder lightly. Miroku's body immediately reacted and he trusted this was going where he hoped it was.

 

“No.” Sesshomaru finally looked back at Miroku, looking in the strange indigo eyes. He had never seen a mortal with eyes that particular color before. He had heard it existed in other lands, but he was so used to mortals with brown eyes, Miroku's constantly surprised him. He could almost forget he was a mortal at times. He leaned over and kissed Miroku, enjoying the softness of his lips against his own. He broke away and took a moment to enjoy the sights before him and breathe deep the clean air and scent of the man next to him.

 

Miroku saw the subtle change in Sesshomaru's eyes. Usually, there was a slight tension in them that wasn't really visible until he relaxed. It meant that everything was okay, they were safe and it was time just for the two of them. Sesshomaru somehow looked younger during these moments. The softness of his eyes, the slight lift at the corner of his mouth and the change in his posture made him look almost peaceful. It was so hard to imagine him killing people without a second thought, tearing through his enemies with his bare claws or killing someone for the insignificant crime of standing in his path. Miroku could forget what a monster Sesshomaru was capable of being, just for a while.

 

It amazed him, sometimes, that he could love someone so designed for everything that went against Miroku's core beliefs. Yet, Sesshomaru was more at peace with himself than any human Miroku had met. It seemed odd that someone so full of rage and hate could also love so fiercely, be so protective and yet seem to have no inner conflict with himself. Miroku was often conflicted, especially with the way he had chosen to live his life. Lying, cutting corners, sexually harassing any woman he could get near… As Sesshomaru had inadvertently reminded him, he was far from the path he supposedly walked.

 

Sesshomaru frowned when he heard Miroku sigh. He detected the change in the other man's body immediately, his scent changed and his posture slumped. He wondered what inner thoughts had caused such a reaction. He didn't wonder enough to pry, after all, the thoughts might be boring or upsetting enough to bring his mood down, so he dismissed it. He decided to distract the monk from his unhappy thoughts instead. He leaned in and kissed Miroku again and was pleased when his scent resumed advertising his arousal. Sesshomaru pressed in and was happy when Miroku's hand found its way to his facial stripes. He enjoyed the way it felt when Miroku stroked his way up to his ear, one of the most sensitive parts of his body.

 

Miroku slid his hand behind Sesshomaru's neck and pulled him in close, feeling slightly aggressive in reaction to having his thoughts so obviously diverted. He welcomed the distraction, but he was feeling restless nonetheless and nipped at Sesshomaru's bottom lip, lightly. Sesshomaru nipped back, making the kiss almost a battle. Miroku's body tightened and the pressure built between his legs, demanding release. Miroku responded to the demand, standing and pulling Sesshomaru with him. The youkai's hand tugged at the gathering of Miroku's robes, having long since memorized the fastest way to their removal.

 

Both their hearts were pounding loudly in Sesshomaru's ears as he slid the robes from Miroku's shoulders. He felt the weight lift from his own body as his armor came off, sighing as he heard the sound of the heavy materials hitting the ground. He slid his hand down Miroku's back, lightly raking his claws against the skin, careful not to apply pressure. Miroku didn't have to be gentle with him, tugging his sash off hard enough to move his body and force him to take a step forward. Sesshomaru kicked off his boots, not really thinking about it as he felt the warm flesh pressed against his own. He broke away from the kiss and moved his lips down to Miroku's jaw, kissing and nipping his way down his throat. He paused to compose himself when he heard Miroku's soft moan, then continued his trail down the warm body with his mouth, tongue and teeth.

 

Miroku's muscles twitched and jerked in response to the hot, wet press of Sesshomaru's mouth moving down. He gasped when Sesshomaru reached his goal and was grateful for the hand that had remained at the small of his back, holding him in place. He stood there, overwhelmed by sensation, running his fingers through Sesshomaru's hair, until he knew he couldn't take much more, and then he gently pushed him away. He knelt in front of Sesshomaru and kissed him, ignoring the taste of himself on the other man's lips. Then he did something he hadn't done before: he pushed Sesshomaru back until he was lying on top of him. Sesshomaru's eyes widened slightly. This was the last bit of control he hadn't given up, but Miroku needed it now.

 

Miroku didn't take him immediately, but followed the same trail with his mouth on Sesshomaru's body that he had just been treated to. Sesshomaru dug his claws into the earth as Miroku's mouth mimicked his own in one of his favorite ways. He didn't trust himself to bury his hand in the soft black hair; his talons could easily hurt Miroku without his consent. Sesshomaru would never intentionally injure his lover and one of the unfortunate consequences of having a mortal paramour was the fragile nature of humans. But he longed to run his fingers through his hair and press Miroku's head close the way the monk always held his head during this. However, the pressure was building and he knew it would be moments before he was lost to rapture, so he pulled his hand out of the ground and lightly touched Miroku's head with the back of one finger, the rest curled carefully away.

 

Miroku felt the light touch and looked up, having forgotten time passing while he had been concentrating and realized that it was time. Sesshomaru's legs parted, allowing him the access he had never taken. He moved up the taiyoukai's body, tasting his skin, relishing the feel of the muscles moving under his flushed skin until he found the warm mouth he sought. He carefully positioned himself while he explored Sesshomaru's mouth, lightly touching the fangs with his tongue, careful to avoid the sharp ends. When he entered Sesshomaru, it was the most wondrous feeling he had ever experienced. He thought he knew bliss from the other man, but now he knew what he had been missing. He made room for himself in several careful movements, then ceased being gentle and moved the way he had felt Sesshomaru move within him so many times. He forced himself to last until he heard Sesshomaru's climax fall softly from his lips, then he let go, crying out into the night as he completely lost himself in ecstasy.

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To be continued…

 

Hey, how did that get in there? (Looks at lemon curiously) That's weird. I just realized that chapter 10 had the first lemon and this is chapter 20. I wonder if there will be a chapter 30? I doubt it. But it is interesting that the scenes happened every ten chapters. I know, make up sex is tacky, but it seems like something Miroku would very much do.