InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ You make me sick! ❯ You make me Sick! ( Chapter 1 )

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

Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha and I never will so yeah that's all

Hey, I've finished yet another one-shot! lol I can't believe it that this took me forever to sit down and finsih. Here it is almost five in the morning and I'm posting a new story! Dude I can't even finish the ones that I've already started...I'm so pathetic! So yeah just to warn you this contains my favorite, A LEMON! so if that is not your "slice o' pie" don't complain to me, cuz I'm tired of hearing that you don't like lemons..

I really hope that you enjoy this and some time in the near future, (hopefully before christmas) I should have my other one-shot posted along with some of my other newer work that I've been researching and what not!

You make me sick

By Miztikal-Dragon

Sango and Miroku

Song by Pink "You make me sick."

They Make me sick

I know I feel you

That's why we got to stick together

Yep, yep, yep,

*laughs*

I know it!

A moan escaped his dry lips as his large hands gripped her waist, driving his hard manhood deeper into her body as she effortlessly rode him. There were no words spoken and yet they new exactly what the other wanted, what the other needed desperately. She moved rougher against her lover's body hoping to reach that heavenly place that she had missed, she needed completion and could tell that he was close to his end. Gripping his shoulders with her long fingers, Sango dug her manicured nails into his soft shoulders making him cry out in pain as the blood began to seep from the crescent shaped cuts on his body.

He bucked his hips up powerfully as he tired to stay in control, but it wasn't working too well. Giving up on his original plans to make it last long, his nimble fingers slid up his lover's body until they firmly cupped her round breasts, tweaking the hard bud in between his index finger and thumb. Hearing a strangled cry sputter from her lips, he smirked evilly as he thrusted his hips up again catching her off guard as she clung to his body trying not to fall from the "ride of passion". Quickly taking over, Miroku flipped their positions and began to pound his pulsating member deep within her womb, his head resting on the apex of her neck, his tongue reeking havoc on her jugular vein.

They were nearing the end, but neither wanted to give in to the other, but it was too bad for Sango since she was trapped underneath Miroku's heavy sweat slicked body as he furiously fucked her senselessly, causing her immense pleasure. Her head was swimming. Soon enough her body began to stiffen as she fell over and succumbed to the wave of ecstasy that took over her body. He wasn't too far behind her as he muffled her name in a groan as he came, his hot torrent seed filling the condom currently restricting his manhood from planting his "lecherous" seed into her body. Collapsing next to her, Miroku pulled himself from her body and rested his head on hers as he pulled his trembling Sango to his body. Sleep soon washed upon the two lovers as Miroku pulled the sheet over their naked bodies and kissing Sango's forehead before closing his eyes and letting himself become lost in the wondrous dreams of what he only would know, while his companion snuggled closely into his body.

You make me sick

I want you and I'm hatin' it

Got me lit like a candlestick

Get too hot when you touch the tip

I'm feeling it, I gotta get a grip on this

Driving me crazy baby don't you quit.

Can't get enough of it

You got me going again

Baby you got me going again

You make me sick

The alarm on her cell phone went off and groaning, Sango reluctantly opened her eyes and looked around the room she was in. It was Miroku's bedroom and he surprisingly didn't have his arms wrapped tightly around her torso, he must have rolled over while sleeping. It would be easier for her to leave this time. Climbing out of the bed, she quickly made her way to the bathroom and turned on the hot water as she climbed into the shower. The hot water splashed against her body as the soap suds cleaned the sweat and sex remnants from her body. She didn't know how he was always able to make her bend, but he some how was always able to get her writhing underneath his naked body as he make her come.

Washing the conditioner from her hair, she turned off the water and grabbed the robe hanging over the door and draped it over her wet body before walking back into Miroku's room and going over to his closet. Pulling out the clothing she had left at his place the week before she dressed and ran her fingers through her wet and matted hair before going over to the bedside and tossing on her sandals. Taking one last look at the man sleeping peacefully in his bed, Sango sighed before making her way from the room and grabbing her car keys from the bowl by the door and leaving the house. Making sure the door was locked, she headed to her car that was parked in the driveway.

Staring at the silver jaguar as she walked towards it, she smiled thinking about the way he had whispered so many delicate words into her ears as he drove carelessly down the road in her car. So what if she had be intoxicated, sometimes she still remembered the smile on his lips and the way his fingers tapped gently on her shoulder as he pulled her close. Quickly brushing unwanted thoughts from her mind, Sango climbed into her car and started it listening to the delicate purring of the engine before she backed out of the driveway and onto the empty stretch of road that lasted for miles upon miles. She switched on the radio and turned up the volume as the music poured from the speakers. The song playing made her eyebrows furrowed in thought, "Runaway" by Hoobastank wasn't a good tune to be listening to when she believed that in a way she was running away like a coward from the man who had shown her the world, so she simply switched radio stations, giving up and listening to the easy flowing of country music.

Sango had "been" with Miroku for a little over a year and a half now, they had met at a bar. Yes it was just as cliché as it sounds. She had been dragged to a club by her friends and they had ditched her quite a while ago to go dancing with a couple of sex depraved men in their late twenties, how predictable. He had came up to her acting like he was so smooth, his hair put up in a pony tail at the nape of his neck, his silk dark purple shirt loose, yet clinging to him all the same. His smile made her suspicious, but she was always suspicious. Charming words hadn't worked normally, though when he spoke them it was like she was sixteen all over again. They had danced the night away, his nimble fingers sprawled out over her waist as they both swayed effortlessly to the blaring music all around, it was like he was an aphrodisiac, and boy did it work numbers on her that night.

Now she wasn't the type of girl to be easily whisked away by the first man who had laid eyes on her, on the contrary, she was the exact opposite. Miroku however was the first to dazzle her with things she had never deemed possible, dreams and imaginations that she had thought merely as childish fantasies. They had stayed late into the night, him inviting her to his place and having a few notches behind the belt Sango had agreed. It was remarkable and even if she was drunk off her ass, Sango was never able to forget all the passion that she had experience, she had never felt anything so exotic, so spontaneous that left her always wanting for more. The odd thing about it was that Miroku didn't go away, nope he kept coming back for more.

We was on our way home on the freeway

In the six double O bumpin' Isley

He was gettin' kind of close, kind of touchy

Guess he had a little too much Hennessey

He told me that he wanna go home

With me up on the hill to my condo

Told me he would keep it all on the low-low

But I told him go I don't really know though

Easing her car around the bend of the road, Sango stole a glance at the scenery around her, boy was it gorgeous. From where her car drove at a unsafe sixty miles an hour, the cliff view of the ocean that surrounded her was just amazing. The different tones and hues of blue and green, in a way it was all like a Monet painting or mosaic, she could never tell because she wasn't one who was all too focused on artwork; her mind wandered to other more important things. Heading into the city seemed like the best idea that she had had all day, though Sango knew that only being up for less than an hour had its judgment impairments. Sighing heavily she switched gears and glanced into her rearview mirror, nothing but space empty unclaimed space as far as the eye could see. Some people had their views on privacy, but sometimes Sango thought that Miroku was just too into his privacy.

Time had changed since she had let herself believe in a thing capable of being a relationship, she had craved for it, yet shied away from the fact of her having one. Sure she and Miroku had a good time with each other and lets face it, the sex was great! But what was it that she really wanted to achieve from it? What did she believe that Miroku wanted from her? A year and a half seems like a long time for just casual sex, but it was only a second span of time compared to a few months of "serious" dating. So what if she had a commitment problem, if he didn't like it he could hit the road and she didn't give a shit whether or not if he stayed. She had thought about it millions of times, being home alone of a Friday night, no lecherous man hanging out next to her doorstep waiting for her with that smile of his, that knowing smirk that he would probably have her flat on her back by the end of the night. It pissed her off to no end that he thought she was easy, but in a way it thrilled her that he was so in tuned to her body that she didn't care of her appearance as long as he was there to make her crazy with need.

Miroku had always been a charming man, not too sensitive, though not to macho. He knew where his boarders lay and sometimes he would watch where he stepped only if he had the feeling of total loss of control of the subject. Sango always wondered whether or not the man was a perfectionist, but she never put a second's thought into it because it didn't fit who he was. It would be along drive still and she didn't know if she'd be back by the end of the day, hell she wasn't sure if she would be back period. Sango knew that Miroku was a play-boy, her friend's had warned after they found out just who she had gone home with that night, but she couldn't deny the facts now, there was this feeling deep within her stomach when she heard him, saw him or anything that had to deal with him. It wasn't love was it? Because there was no way in the seven hells that Sango was capable, okay it wasn't possible that she could fall in love with a play-boy like him.

Or could she?

~~O~~

He got closer to me

He started Getting deep

He had me in a zone

When he started showing me things

I never saw before

Baby was smooth but I knew it was game

Helluva a cool but your man had the same

The way he licked his lips

And touched my hips I knew that he was slick

He had woken up from a peaceful sleep just as he heard the engine of Sango's car. Groaning, he tried to drift back into a helpless sleep, when he reached over and found her to be gone. Swearing under his breath, Miroku opened his sleep filled eyes and looked to his side, she was in fact gone again. Running his fingers through his matted hair, Miroku tossed the blankets from his nude body and climbed out of bed. She had a knack for leaving before he could wake up, it make him feel as though he was being used. No doubt in his mind just exactly who was being the dominate one in their relationship. Pulling on a robe, he tied it and heading down the hallway and into the kitchen where he slowly made a fresh pot of coffee, it was still early in the morning and he had a few things to do before he could relax.

A hot shower had jumped him out of the tired feel, the coffee and toast jogged his tired mind into a efficient and business like focus. Heading to his study, he looked down into his coffee cup and sighed, he would have to call Sango and see what was up; she never usually left him with out a note or a reason that always ended bad. She usually was pissed off and he was to blame, he was stepping into an all too familiar routine. Opening a couple files as he sat down in his comfortable chair, he put on a headset and said Sango's name, his fingers typing away on the laptop, there was much to do today but there was little time.

He waited patiently for her to answer, but all he was awarded with was her chipper answering machine. Frowning, he left a message and hung up as he put her out of his mind and began making the daily observation of the "news" that consisted of his oh so enthusiastic life. Some times he had no clue to what he did, but his mind was always wandering off into somewhere in the legal department. He was still going through schooling and had everything given to him by his parents, how considerate of him to mooch off them right? He would have been happy with a shabby apartment in some rundown city off the coast of some down right dive, but they had insisted and after hours of arguments, he had caved; he always caved. It was no different with Sango, he would let her walk all over him if it meant that she was happy and at the moment he wished that he knew if she was. Waiting a while before he called again, Miroku found no luck with a live Sango but only her recorded voice and he sighed heavily as he continued to dote around things to keep his mind off of her, it would be a long shot, but he had to if he was going to survive.

~~O~~

You make me sick

I want you and I'm hatin' it

Got me lit like a candlestick

Get too hot when you touch the tip

I'm feeling it, I gotta get a grip on this

Driving me crazy baby don't you quit

Can't get enough of it

You got me going again

Baby you got me going again

You make me sick

Sitting at a booth in a far off Fast food restaurant, Sango looked down at her phone, Miroku had been calling again. Shaking her head she ignored it, today was one of those days that she wanted to just find out where her priorities lay, she wanted to find out just what she wanted and nobody else. Her mind told her to organize her feelings because that was what she normally did, but she couldn't. No matter how hard she tired millions of unnecessary thoughts ran through her mind and she didn't know where to start or where to end. The hot cup of black coffee sat next to her plate of pancakes, scrambled eggs, and sausage, why she had decided on eating breakfast at two in the afternoon was beyond her but it seemed to click with the mood she was in.

Of course Sango knew it was wrong to ignore Miroku's calls, he was probably worried or even mad that she had left again while he was sleeping but she couldn't bring herself to answer the damned contraption. She didn't want to hear that disapproving tone in his voice like she had heard from everyone else in her life. Slowly taking her time to eat her brunch, Sango turned off her phone and tossed it back into her purse, he would have to wait until later, even though he was always waiting when it came to her. Getting tired with the mediocre food the place served, Sango picked up her belongings and paid the bill leaving a few dollars tip for the teenaged girl waiting on her, she seemed to be pregnant, poor girl. Some how the day had past her by and when she climbed into her car and turned it one, the time was already four-thirty. She had spent two and a half hours eating her food and thinking, damn she was pathetic.

The drive home would be a couple of hours and Sango let the top down to her car as the radio continued to blare, but alternative kept her company as she continued to race down the streets at such a speed that would make her father turn over in his grave if he could see it, and knowing him he probably would. Signs whizzed by like nothing and the road was endless on the freeway, too many cars for her liking but she felt free. Sango's waist length hair fluttered violently as the wind blew through it, combing the dark brown tresses like it was nothing.

~~O~~

Hours had passed by and yet he heard no word from her. Miroku's worried blue eyes glanced around his empty condo, there was nothing, no note not a damn thing. Pulling on a pair of loose-fitting black jeans and his purple silk shirt, Miroku grabbed his car keys and went into the garage where his baby was just waiting to be used. If Sango wanted to keep on ignoring him, he would let her, but she was going to pay the price. Putting the helmet over his head and pulling up the kick stand, he waited for the garage to open before he revved the engine of his Ducati (type of motorcycle) and took off down the road in a flash.

In a way you could say that he was mad at her for not calling, hell for not answering his calls, but in the very same way he felt like a piece of him was disappearing. How could Sango still be so cold to him after the year and a half that he had given her, he wanted to be with her and she wouldn't give him the time of day unless she wanted sex. Was that all that she needed from him? Was it all that she wanted from him? Because if that was the case why didn't she go after a more attractive looking guy? Why didn't she higher her standards because he knew that he wasn't Mr. Perfect, he knew that there were better men out there for her. Maybe she figured that out to and that's why she left.

So hot in my six now

So hot, had to roll all the windows down

Isley got me thinking 'bout them sheets now

Wondering should I really take it there now?

He told me you would make it worth it

But thinking how many times have I heard this

Got him feeling but I'm not even nervous

All his slick ass lines were kind of working

He eased the motorcycle around a corner and pushed the vehicle farther, he really needed to get to out and forget his troubles, but in the back of his mind he thought he should be mending the wound that he probably caused Sango. There was a nice little dance club not too far from the outskirts of town, he was well known there and it would help him with his problems, or a particular fine looking female would help him with a lot. Smirking as best as he could, Miroku drove faster, the wind pushing violently against his body made his adrenaline rush, it wasn't like he could go slow because it was the thrill of going fast that made his heart race with anticipation.

Getting to "Hidden Islands" didn't take too long and before he knew it, Miroku was weaving through the crowd of hot sweaty people to get to the bar, he wanted to get a drink. People called out to him waving their hands yelling greetings as he passed by, it had been forever since he stepped in this place, and forever had been too long for him. His eyes glanced up at the bartenders, there were three or four of them, but two really stuck out. The female had long ebony hair, though it was all piled up on her head in a messy bun, he remembered the mid back length hair. Her piercing brown eyes saw him immediately and smiled as she nudged the man who had his back to Miroku. The guy turned around and the trademark smirk played on the man's face, his violet eyes filled with joy, as his own jet black hair was tied in a loose ponytail that hung lifelessly down his back.

"Hey Miroku long time no see, what the hells been up with you?" His name was InuYasha, and an old school chum back in the days.

"Same shit different day." He replied sitting on a stool and placing his chin on his elbow.

The girl named Kagome frowned at his expression and immediately poured Miroku a scotch and a coke. Bumping her hip with InuYasha's she forced the other bartender to "move his ass over" so she could give the poor guy his drink, she knew something was up. Miroku thanked her for the drink and gulped it down in a few chugs before replacing the empty glass on the bar, his hair hanging lifelessly over his face as he stared down at the top of the bar, guilt was the only thing that was in his mind.

"Who is she?" Kagome asked softly watching him.

"Who is who?" Miroku asked surveying the room, yet it was only InuYasha, Kagome and himself.

"The dame who's done this to you Miroku," She laughed taking the glass away and not refilling it, "You got it bad and some how it's gone wrong What did you do?"

"I don't know what I did." He said honestly looking up at Kagome with his sullen eyes, "I don't know what I ever do.. Sango, I just don't know about her, she's all I think about but she walks all over me. Fuck, it's just so confusing."

"Well I'd be confused if I was the lucky chick who got her claws into you Miroku." She seemed to have gone completely serious now as she leaned down on her elbows, "You have a bad rap Miroku and she probably thinks you're trying to play her ass."

"What am I supposed to do? Go back in time and tell my past sell not to fuck with ever pretty doe that I saw walk by with fine ass legs," He replied sarcastically making InuYasha snort in laughter. "Kagome I know you're trying to help, but you should know better, I mean even you and I have had a wild romp or two in my condo.."

"Let's not bring me into the situation." Kagome said sheepishly as she avoided InuYasha's heated glare, "Just get out of here and go get her.. If you let her go then you're nothing but a pussy and I'll regret ever being with you." She gave him a wink and elbowed InuYasha in the ribs, "Why don't you go get her some flowers and tell her that you care. It couldn't hurt could it?"

Placing a few bills on the table, Miroku reluctantly got up from his seat and waved goodbye to his friends as he headed for the exit. He had heard Kagome call out "free round of drinks if you come back here alone!" but he pushed that depressing thought out of his mind as he made his way back to the abandoned motorcycle, it was already six and it would take a bit to get to Sango's if he hurried. Staring the engine once again, Miroku was off he would surpass all the speeding limits if he had to, and it was one of those times that he wouldn't let anything stop him.

~~O~~

I felt my knees get weak

But he was calling me

Just couldn't take the heat

Anyway it was two or three

I had to get out the streets

Baby was cool but I knew it was game

He was too smooth to be screaming my name

And even though we made the best of it

I still told him this

Getting off the highway had proved to make Sango smile, she was almost home. About another mile to go and then she would be relaxing her mind and body in the tub filled to the top with hot soapy water and the white foamy bubbles that smelt like apple cinnamon. Her radio might have been playing loudly, but as she neared a street light, she could see the blue and red lights flashing in her rearview mirror. Cursing under her breath for her path of bad luck, Sango turned the corner and parked her car on the shoulder or the street away from on going traffic. Turning off her radio, she looked at herself and ran her fingers through her hair, she didn't need this right now.

The officer slowly got of his squad car and approached her vehicle, his dark blue uniform looked pretty smug on his body and Sango kept her eyes on him. The pad in his large hands was no doubt something bad, she knew that something was wrong and she could only continue to curse her luck. She wouldn't make it home before her favorite t.v. show came on She would be missing out on Friends (couldn't think of anything else). Sighing heavily as she glanced up at the officer, his sunglasses hiding his eyes, he didn't look to happy.

"License and registration please." He said in a cold voice.

Reaching into her glove compartment, Sango pulled out her car's registration and handed it to the officer before digging into her purse searching for her state I.D. Trying to remember where she had placed it, she pulled out her wallet and checked all over for it, but found nothing. Her heart was hammering in her chest and she was on the verge of a mental breakdown, she didn't have any clue to where her driver's license was either. Swallowing the lump in her throat she closed her purse and sighed yet again.

"I don't have any I.D on me sir." She replied sullenly.

"Hmmm" He said looking back at his car, "Ma'am are you aware that you were going sixty-five in a fifty miles per hour zone? That you're license plates are in fact expired and that it is a criminal offense to be driving with out any identification on you at all.?"

"Yes officer I know," She shifted her gaze to her lap, she had turned her car off so she wouldn't waste gas, but now she wanted to cry.

"I have no choice but to place you under arrest ma'am." He told her sternly, "So would you please step out of your car and place your hands on the hood."

She knew it wasn't a request, but none the less she nodded and slowly climbed out of her car, then going over to her hood where she placed her hands down. Sango bit down on her lips as the probably middle aged officer gently handcuffed her hands behind her back and padded down her body. She was being arrested, and it was the scariest thing that had ever happened to her. She listened carefully as she was read her rights, but she already knew them, her father was an ex-cop, he died during a bad bust.

"Now ma'am," He told her guiding her towards the squad car, "Do you have any illegal drugs or weapons of any sort that I should be aware of that are in your car?"

"No officer," She replied keeping her eyes on her feet as the car door was opened and she was placed inside.

"I will call a tow truck to come get your car and it will be impounded." The man said as he got on his radio and called for a tow truck.

She sat there quietly not paying attention to anything around her, just to the sound of her breathing as she fought back her tears. She couldn't cry because if she did it would prove that she was weak, that she was guilty and at the moment she was both. It didn't take too long to get to the station, but it could have been hours and she wouldn't have noticed it. All she could think of was how she had shamed her father. Taking a shaky breath as she now sat inside a jail cell, she waited. Not too long after they had brought her in had she called Rin, she knew that her friend would come because she needed someone to turn to and she had no one else.

You make me sick

I want you and I'm hatin' it

Got me lit like a candle stick

Get too hot when you touch the tip

I'm feeling it, I gotta get a grip on this

Driving me crazy baby don't you quit

Can't get enough of it

You got me going again

Baby you got me going again

You make me sick

By now hours had in fact past and glancing at the clock on the wall across from the cell it was about two in the morning, Rin had shown up yet. Sighing heavily, Sango sat down on the bench and closed her eyes allowing the tears to finally fall from her tired eyes. Nobody was there except for the guard, but she knew that he didn't care if she cried, he didn't know her. Her sobs were quiet but before too long she heard a door open somewhere along with a soft conversation and jingling keys. Bringing her gaze to the cell she immediately saw a worried look on Rin's face and Sango jumped to her feet and rushed towards her friend. They embraced for a while as Sango continued to cry, the small woman patting her back whispering comforting words into her ear.

After Sango received all of her belongings, she looked at her friend apologetically as she gave her one more hug.

"Thank you for paying my bail Rin," She said wiping her eyes, "I don't know what I would have done without you."

"You would have been sitting in jail for another couple of days that's where you'd be Sango," the woman laughed, "But don't worry. I'm sure Sesshomaru will understand why we are missing a couple hundred dollars, as long as this never happens again.."

"I'll pay you back," Sango reassured.

"Yeah I know you will." Rin smiled as she walked with Sango out her car and getting in, "I'll give you a ride home since your cars been impounded, but you have to pay for that.. There's no way I could pay a grand to get that thing out with my life intact."

Sango only nodded as she got into the passenger seat and buckled up. They drove in silence for a while until they pulled up to Sango's apartment complex, why she was still living there and not some place better was beyond them both, but the place was convenient and it was a nice place for a gal like her to live. Sango thanked Rin and climbed out of the car, she was tired and wanted to just go to bed. She waved to her close friend as she drove off, then turned around and went into her building. Climbing up the small flight of stairs, Sango yawned as she held onto the bar, her legs felt like jelly.

Walking down the poorly lit hall, Sango got her house keys out of her purse and neared her door. A frown made itself known on her face when she saw someone at her door, well sitting down next to it. She could tell it was a guy by the body figure, but his knees were drawn up to his chest and his head was reading in his arms. His face was hidden by the short black hair and she had a clue to who it was.

"Miroku?" She asked softly looming over him.

He stirred and his sleep filled eyes stared up at her. They were sad and filled with hurt, but he quickly climbed onto his feet and dusted himself off. She was confused to why he was here, but when he bent over and picked up a bouquet of red roses she couldn't help but frown. He handed them to her and she took them no questions asked, and yet he still looked as though he had lost something very important.

Hmm.Yeah

You make me sick

I want you and I'm hatin' it

Got me lit like a candlestick

Get too hot when you touch the tip

I'm feeling it, I gotta get a grip on this

Driving me crazy baby don't you quit

Can't get enough of it

You got me going again

Baby you got me going again

You make me sick

"Miroku what are you doing here so late?" She questioned looking in to his deep blue eyes.

"I don't know what I did but I'm sorry." He replied moving his gaze to his feet, "I didn't mean to make you mad at me"

"What are you talking about?"

"You left again this morning before I could wake and I tried calling you but you ignored my calls," He told her still not meeting her eyes, "All of themI was soo worried that something had happened to you..I called all your friends but they didn't know where you were.. I don't want to loose you Sango I want you to be with me forever because I think I've fallen in love with you."

"I'm so sorry Miroku!" She exclaimed reaching out for his hand, "I didn't mean to make you worry, I was so confused but I'm okay now.. I-.. I want to be with you too"

Looking up at her for any signs otherwise, Miroku stepped closer to Sango and crushed his lips on hers, spilling all the pent up emotions that he had felt throughout the day. She returned it eagerly as the roses fell forgotten onto the ground, her arms circling around his neck as she pulled him closer to her body. It all seemed to go so fast as Miroku took the keys from her fingers and quickly unlocked her door and pushing them inside without breaking contact. His tongue danced along her lips and she parted them her tongue darting out to meet his in a battle for dominance.

Miroku closed the door with his foot, walking towards Sango's living room as he pulled off her shirt and attacking her neck with hot open mouthed kisses, his hands entwined in her hair roughly pushing her against his eager body. Tonight there would be no taking it slow, and enjoying everything to the last drop. No, tonight was raw fire and heated passion that had left their stomachs and bodies in complete ruins. Discarding his silk shirt, Sango kicked off her Sandals as she grabbed the doorknob and flung her bedroom door open, scaring the sleeping cat that instantly fled from the room.

Together, they toppled onto Sango's bed, and her hands went to work on his belt as his lips attacked her exposed breasts, sucking on one harshly as his other hand unbuttoned her jeans and tugged down the zipper. She arched her back inviting him to take more of herself into his mouth and he quickly slid both her pants and underwear from her body leaving her completely nude underneath his firm body. Making his way back up her to her lips, Miroku's mouth lingering on her neck as his teeth brushed against her skin before he bit down on her neck, while kicking off his shoes.

Her cry of surprise made him smirk as he captured her lips in a demanding kiss, her hands pulling off his pants and reaching inside his boxers to grasp his already hard erection. Miroku groaned into her mouth arching his pelvis into her hands as she started stroking him softly. Sweat collected at his brow as he nipped at Sango's lower lip, his legs straddling hers as she continued.

You make me sick

I want you and I'm hatin' it

Got me lit like a candlestick

Get too hot when you touch the tip

I'm feeling it, I gotta get a grip on this

Driving me crazy baby don't you quit

Can't get enough of it

You got me going again

Baby you got me going again

You make me sick

Miroku was close to release and he knew it. Groaning, he kissed Sango's ear his hot breath sending shivers all over her body. His knee parted her thighs roughly, his need brushing against her leg causing her to gasp. Grabbing one of her hands, he pried them off his member and bent it in an odd angle making her release him all together. He could plainly see the confusion in her eyes, but in away it only turned him on even more. Positioning himself at her entrance, Miroku captured Sango's lips in a bruising kiss as he thrusted himself into her body. She moaned loudly into his mouth as wrapped her legs around his waist, starting at a fast pace.

Her hands clung to his back as he started pounding into her flush body. Both of their hair sticking to his body as he pulled Sango closer to his body, one of his hands snaked around her waist and the other holding the upper half of his body up. Their sweat slicked bodies slapped against each other as they moaned, it wouldn't be too much longer now. Sango's manicured nails dug into his back reopening some of the cuts she had left the night before, mewling sounds sputtering from her lips as Miroku once again took one of her hard nipples into his mouth.

Together they moved as one, the silent rocking of her bed as their heavy panting grew louder and quicker. Feeling Sango's inner walls starting to clamp around his member, Miroku increased his pace trying to find completion. Each thrust it became harder, and he could feel the his control slipping. The minute her body arched roughly into his and a strangled cry escaped her throat, Miroku crushed his mouth against hers muffling her screams as he filled her body with his hot torrent seed. They rode out the waves of pleasure as Miroku collapsed onto the bed next to her, his heavy arm resting comfortably over her breasts as they gasped for air.

He could feel her body relax under his, and his leg moved over hers and drew Sango closer to him as he moved his lips to her ears.

"Don't fall asleep Sango," He whispered huskily, "I'm not through with you yet.."

She groaned feeling rolling over, her head pressed up against his chest, "Lemme sleep," She told him groggily trying to fall into a very much needed unconsciousness.

Miroku sighed heavily as he pulled the sheets over their tired bodies, his head resting in Sango's matted hair, "Fine, but the minute I wake up you're all mine." and this time he wouldn't move away so she could get up, he was making sure to keep her firmly in his grasp until his slumber ceased and they both would be energized for what was to come in the morning. Reluctantly closing his eyes Miroku soon drifted off into a light sleep, the warmth of Sango's body calming down his need for more and together they fell into unconsciousness.

I want you and I hate it

Hot when you touch the tip

I'm feeling it

I gotta get a grip of this

Driving me crazy baby don't you quit

Can't no, no, no, no

Oh, you make me sick

I want you and I'm hating it

THE END!

Okay so I know that Miroku's OOC in this story but it works. And I was thinking about it, but you don't have to see it this way, but if you really thought about it this story could some how tie in with "She will be loved," I mean some information seems alittle off, but that's just what I thought.. SO please leave me a review of what you thought about this story. I'd greatly appreciate it! Thank you!

Until next time, Krystal.

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