The fateful tale of the monk

The morning mist was unstirred as the small hut stood on the hill. Rarely did any disturb the hut knowing what dwelled inside, however, this morning the mist would stir. When the sun reached the tops of the trees, and the mist was slowly fading, a human dared to trudge up the hill. He didn't walk with fear, or determination, but with sadness. His eyes were low, and his purple attire represented that of a monks. His staff was in his right hand, which was wrapped in beads. When he saw the hut, fear finally entered his eyes. The night before flashing in his mind.

Sesshomaru was standing there, his lean frame was one to be admired. He was a sight to behold. The monk was careful when he stumbled upon the demon, but he was caught. Sesshomaru was angry, and threatened to kill him. The others, who traveled with the monk had come to rescue him. Inuyasha, Shesshomaru's half brother, drew his sword, and the battle started. Miroku, the monk, dared not use his wind tunnel, for fear of getting Inuyasha, and something else. Miroku was stunned. Sesshomaru had Inuyasha on his back, sword tossed away. The monk had interrupted and begged for a quiet talk with the powerful dog demon. Sesshomaru agreed, and they came to some strange terms. Miroku was forced to leave the others, without notice.

Miroku stood at the beaded door, not sure what was inside, it was still to dark to tell, the sun was behind the hut, so the stone hut was pitch black inside. He could hear nothing, but that didn't mean much. The monk cleared his throat and opened his mouth to speak. Replacing the words came a howl of fear as a marked hand passed the beads and pulled him in by the robes. Miroku fell to the floor, his staff dropping next to him. The monk dared not to stand, he was at the mercy of Sesshomaru now. The demon bent down before Miroku, his amber eyes looking over the human. Miroku was panting hard, his black hair sticking to his face from the fog and sweat. Sesshomaru stood, turning his back to the monk.
"Hold out your cursed hand," he demanded simply, his voice was cold and unwelcomed.
Miroku swallowed, looking at his cursed hand in concern. What was to become of it? The monk did as told and slowly raised his hand away from his body. The man turned his head to the demon, wondering what was to happen. Sesshomaru, with one swift movement turned and drew a dagger placing it at Miroku's wrist. Miroku gasped out at the swift movement of the demon, his eyes wide and heart racing. Sesshomaru was crouched, one leg spread to the side, one hand gripping Miroku's fore arm, the other gripping the dagger at his wrist. Miroku couldn't see, only feel. The dagger was sharp, and the pressure Sesshomaru applied was already piercing his flesh. The monk hissed in pain as he jerked his hand. He didn't wish to, but he couldn't help but keep pulling his hand.
"Be still," Sesshomaru demanded again, his tone was cold.
Miroku closed his eyes tightly, knowing now what was to come. The demon was going to cut his hand off, to promise that he had to fear nothing from the monk. Miroku found himself crying. He made no sound, and kept perfectly still, but tears spilled down his cheeks.
Sesshomaru cut deep into Miroku's wrist, then placed the dagger on the ground. After the metal hit the floor he took an herb that Naraku had given him and placed it on the cut, pushing it against it so that the herb would push into his skin. Miroku screamed out, the sudden pain unbearable. Miroku ignored what Sesshomaru had said before and tried wildly to get his hand away from the demon. Sesshomaru, being stronger, easily kept Miroku in place. Once Miroku stopped struggling, the dog demon stood and took his dagger. He placed it in his sash and walked out past the beaded door getting fresh air. The monk's blood was strange to him, it was sweet to his nose. He'd never felt that way, save for Rin, but even then it was a protective manner he felt he should act. Sesshomaru noticed he was not alone. He looked to the side and down a little at the shorter man who now stood. He wasn't touching his wrist, but holding his arm, a pink steam coming from the cut.
"What was that?" Miroku asked, his voice still in pain, and his head down in submission and to hide his tears.
"You won't ask questions," Sesshomaru stated simply.
Miroku remained silent.
"It was a herb Naraku gave me to rid that curse of yours. I paid a very costly price for it... but if you are to be mine, I'd make sure you wouldn't have any advantage."
Miroku nodded, his eyes frozen on the ground. So... his curse was gone... but... now he had this to do. Now... he was to be Sesshomaru's. He had promised himself to Sesshomaru, not in a passionate way, but in a slave manner. He had promised Sesshomaru that he would become his slave, and in return, Sesshomaru would leave the gang alone, and leave Inuyasha and his tetsaiga alone.
"You will call me Master. Until I award you another name, you are to be boy. You will speak to no one, and you will do as I say, or you will suffer the punishments. Monk... I do not take punishing lightly, if you are to be punished, you will remember it for many months."
The monk froze at this, he knew he would probably have to call Sesshomaru something new, and his name would be taken... but punishment? It scared him, but he would obey. He knew that sometimes he could be rebellious, but he would try his best not to be. He wanted nothing more that to keep his friends safe.
"You may not speak unless I allow it."
The monk nodded.
Sesshomaru turned, and faced the human, he lifted the monks chin so that he could see his face. The monk's eyes were red with pain, and sorrow and defeat. This gave such pleasure to Sesshomaru, and he felt it stir beneath his robe. The demon stepped closer to the monk.
"You will sleep with me monk... Though you are human, and easily broken, I will use you to relieve myself. In the long term it is far more better than Jaken providing me with release."
The monk didn't know what to do, and at first he wanted to pull away. The monk did what his first instinct told him, he jerked away from the warming touch, but quickly regretted it. Sesshomaru raised his hand and backhanded Miroku hard, causing the monk to stumble and hit the ground with great force. The monk gasped out, his wounded wrist catching him. He rolled to his side, not sure if he should clutch his face or his arm. Sesshomaru knelt down and smirked, maybe it was to early, but the bulge in his kimono needed to be released, and he was going to have some fun with this. He had become hard when the smell came to him, but it got worse when he slapped the monk.
"Come here boy..."
Miroku clutched his face with his wounded hand and crawled over to Sesshomaru. Sesshomaru grabbed Miroku's chin and brought him close to his face. "Tonight... will be the longest night of your life... I promise you this, but until then, I'm going to tell you what I expect of you."
Miroku looked at the demon with fear and respect, it was strange, but he almost felt safe here. He knew that Sesshomaru would probably protect him to some extent, so he was safe from some at least. Miroku looked to the side, not able to hold the piercing golden eyes of the man before him.
"You will do everything I ask... and I will ask you to do things that you probably never thought of... none the less, you will do them. You will preform the task I give you, if you fail, you will be harshly punished boy. Do you understand?"
Miroku couldn't move, so he forced out a whimper in response. He could tell why Sesshomaru had wanted him and not Inuyasha... besides the fact that they were half-brothers, Inuyasha wasn't so submissive. Miroku knew his place, and that was wherever the demon placed him.
"Answer me with words boy," Sesshomaru growled squeezing Miroku's jaw tighter.
"Y-yes... My Master," Mikoru answered quickly.
Sesshomaru's grip softened and he released the monk. Sesshomaru walked to the hut, starting to untie his sash. "Come boy, I've my first task for you."
Miroku moved to his feet quickly and ran fast behind the demon lord. Miroku walked inside the hut and looked around for Sesshomaru. He was deep in the corner, hidden from view. The monk moved to his knees, noticing that Sesshomaru had sat down. Miroku knew little of the demon traditions, but he did know that dogs, and wolves, loved submission. One well way to show it was to always keep ones self lower than the alpha, or master. Miroku crawled over to Sesshomaru, who looked surprisingly pleased. Sesshomaru reached his hand out and grabbed Miroku's hair, shoving him into his own crotch. Miroku hissed in surprise, his face colliding with the silk kimono and the hard cock that was behind the clothing. Sesshomaru groaned, releasing Miroku. Miroku quickly moved his face away, looking up at Sesshomaru in horror. The monk did like Sesshomaru, but this... it was so surprising... he had snuck once away with Inuyasha. They both tried it, and both agreed to stick to women, but now... no... now he didnt mind. That scared him the most, his secret desire was always to be in Sesshomaru's presence. Miroku swallowed, and watched as Sesshomaru studied him. Miroku lowered his face back to where he was placed. He nuzzled his master there, closing his eyes in content. His master smelt wonderful, he loved the aroma that seemed to cover his entire being. A small part of him couldn't wait to taste the demon. Sesshomaru inhaled, loving the smell of the monk as well. The fear that covered him made him smell even more delicious. Sesshomaru could hardly contain himself as he grabbed Miroku's hair again. He wanted to claim the monk as his... mark him. It was the demons plan tonight, to mark the monk as his. Once the monk was his other demons, even half-breeds, would stay away. It made the monk's master very excited that he would be able to claim this being, of course he'd never show it.
"Sesshomaru! I know you are in there! Come out here bastard!"
Sesshomaru sneered with displeasure. He shoved Miroku from him and stood, within a second. The demon tightened his sash and headed to the beaded door. "Boy, fallow me, keep your head down, and do not answer them."
Miroku knew who was outside, Inuyasha. If he wasn't alone then the rest of the gang was surely on their way. Sesshomaru stepped out into the light and watched as Inuyasha growled. Kogome stood next to him, her hand clenched at her hips. Songo was on the demon cat with the fox demon. Sesshomaru couldn't have cared less about them. Miroku walked behind his master, submissive to him.
"Miroku did he hurt you!?" Inuyasha snarled.
Miroku didn't answer.
Sesshomaru glared, angerly, at his brother. "What is it you want mutt?"
"Why is Miroku here? hm? What the fuck happened between the two of you last night!?" Inuyasha yelled his hand already on his sword.
"We simply made a deal. he is not your friend any longer... he will remain with me from now on Inuyasha."
"What?" Kagome asked, clearly she didn't understand, but the look on Inuyasha's face seemed to explain it to her. She looked at Sesshomaru, fear in her eyes. Songo didn't move until now. She jumped from her cat and set her weapons down. The woman stepped closer, and slowly walked towards Miroku.
"Miroku?" she asked, getting closer.
Sesshomaru growled, giving her a warning, but she didn't listen.
Inuyasha was about to say something but was stopped when Sesshomaru lunged at Songo. Sesshomaru grabbed her throat. "If you dare touch the boy I will kill you, human... he is mine now, not yours."
Songo clutched the demons hand. Inuyasha drew his sword and Kagome her arrow, but they didn't do anything because Sesshomaru and Songo were so close. Miroku tried to obey his master, but he couldn't when Songo started tearing.
"Please, Master let her go!" Miroku pleaded.
Sesshomaru dropped Songo, turning and looking at Miroku who spoke out of turn. Miroku knew he was in for it, and quickly dropped his eyes. Inuyasha growled running forward for Sesshomaru.
"You damn bastard!"
Sesshomaru took a step the the side and grabbed Miroku then turned heading for the hut slowly.
"Leave... or I will kill Miroku," Sesshomaru said, vanishing into the hut.
Inuyasha froze, as did Kagome and Songo. They didn't know what they were going to do. Songo got on her cat and helped Kagome on. Inuyasha stepped back as well. They needed to plan this out better, they needed to think of ways to get Miroku back.
"We'll be back for you Miroku! I promise!" Inuyasha snarled turning and running off towards camp.
Sesshomaru sat inside, his head against the wall. He was tired, he hadn't had much sleep the past few days and now would be the perfect time for a nap. Rin and Jaken were still gone. They probably wouldn't be back until tomorrow morning. The demon lord closed his eyes. Miroku was surprised he hadn't been punished. It almost frightened him, but then again, maybe Sesshomaru wasn't that angry. Miroku moved next to Sesshomaru and leaned against the wall next to him.
"You are so close," Sesshomaru hissed quietly.
"Would you like me to move?"
"No."
Miroku found himself smirking a little. He as well was tired... so... after a few seconds of soft breathing, the both of them drifted into a deep sleep.


When Sesshomaru woke, he noticed that Miroku was gone. For an instant fury filled his golden harsh eyes. He quickly stood, pausing after catching the scent. He walked more calmly to the beaded door. Pushing the beads to the side he walked through seeing the monk next to the door, his beads lying on the ground, the cloth unwrapped from his hand. He looked up at his Master, his eyes red from crying. Sesshomaru crouched down next to him and took the monks cursed hand. The hole was gone, all that remained was a line across his wrist, which had healed because of the medicine.
"Speak boy," Sesshomaru demanding, knowing the monk wanted to say something.
"Thank you... It's gone... I never thought it would be so," he said softly, looking back at his hand. He smiled lightly, inspecting his hand closely. Sesshomaru stood and turned, seeing that the sun was already at dusk. How long had he been asleep?
"Boy, how long was I slumbering?"
The monk stood, his head bowed. "The entire day Master. You looked so tired so I did not disturb you."
Sesshomaru nodded once then turned walking back inside. He gathered a few of his things and walked out, giving the boy a small sack. "Carry this."
The monk quickly took it in his hands and hung it over his shoulder as he fallowed Sesshomaru. The demon moved slowly, glancing at the sky. tonight would be a new moon, Inuyasha's weakest point. He pondered, wondering if the monk knew. Sesshomaru knew that they were close friends, but he began to wonder how close. Once reaching the edge of the forest, about a mile or so from the hut, he stopped. The monk was thankful, his legs hurting. He was use to walking but even though the pack was small, it was extremely heavy. He was surprised at the weight, but did not complain. He kept the sack in his hand, until Sesshomaru nodded. The monk gently placed it down, and quickly took a seat in front of a tree. Sesshomaru walked to the monk and crouched down in front of him. "Remove your clothes."
The monk's eyes went wide, he didn't move. He watched his master closely. Sesshomaru growled lightly. "I won't ask again."
Miroku slowly, started to remove his clothes. When he was down to his top kimono he swallowed hard. "Master... why are you asking me to-"
"Shut up... do as you are told."
Sesshomaru leaned against the big oak tree, his eyes fixed on the monk. Miroku removed his top kimono, then his sandals. When he was completely naked he stood there, his eyes to the side. The cold wind touching him harshly, his penis felt freezing. He groaned at the cold, wanting to cup himself, give him warmth. Miroku whimpered, not sure what he was going to do. Sesshomaru watched the boy, closely, not moving. He stood there for a few minutes, not moving an inch. "Crawl to me Monk."
Miroku slowly dropped to his knees, his body shaking from the cold. His breath gave off smoke as the cold air hit his chest. The monk crawled over to Sesshomaru, his body shaking, covered in goose bumps. He moved, sitting on his legs, his eyes looking up to Sesshomaru's chest. He placed his hands in his lap, giving his dick some warmth.
Sesshomaru kicked Miroku's hands away from his private area. "Don't touch yourself."
Miroku gasped out at the kick, it hurt him. He started shaking a little more, his body trembling, he was scared. Sesshomaru started undoing his sash. He stripped down. All that was left on him was his large white kimono robe. He pushed his foot against Miroku's chest, forcing the monk on his back. Miroku stretched his arms and legs out. He moved his hands above his head, spreading his legs. He might be able to enjoy this... after all, Sesshomaru was so wonderfully beautiful. Sesshomaru moved over the monk, looking him over. "I'm going to claim you as mine tonight boy... if you don't fight, I will give you a new name."
Miroku nodded rolling his hips up against Sesshomaru's.
"You are allowed to talk boy."
"Thank you master," Miroku whispered, already feeling a little warm.
Sesshomaru let his hair drape down his shoulders and sit around Miroku on the ground. His eyes were unreadable, but inside, he was pondering how he should claim Miroku. He almost wanted to take him all, right here right now. It was why he asked Miroku to strip. He saw Miroku get a little nervous at his stare. The monk didn't dare raise his eyes, he kept them on his chest. Miroku didn't mind that, it was pleasurable to please his new master, though it had only been a day. He liked to be dominated. It was the reason for his perverse behavior. He liked to get slapped by the women, and when he was with Inuyasha... alone. Miroku felt his cock start to throb. It felt wonderful. He wanted to touch it so bad, but his hands were above his head and his legs were spread. Sesshomaru finally decided the slaves fate. He glanced down at Miroku, the cock wasn't as nearly as thick and long as his. It was no wonder that the monk didn't actually commit any sexual acts on the women he always teased. He wasn't small, but the monk could have been bigger. This pleased Sesshomaru. He was glad that he could easily over power Miroku, in more ways than one. The demon reached his head down and stopped next to the monks ear. "Compare our manhood boy."
Miroku glanced down. His eyes went wide. It was the first time he actually got to fully see the youkai's cock. It frightened him almost, but at the same time, he couldn't wait until the demon took him. He would be limping for days, but that didn't matter. Miroku liked pain, and he loved when he was given pain sexually, this would be perfect. He then glanced down at himself. Miroku frowned. He always hated how 'small' he was. He was an average size, keeping even with most men, but he didn't want 'average' he wanted 'pleasingly yummy'. Sesshomaru, if he was one to smile, would have let a grin cross his face when the monk looked displeased with himself. The demon moved down a little lower, dropping his hips against Miroku's. He got a moan from the contact. Miroku hissed and dropped his head back when Sesshomaru's hard cock touched his half-hard prick.
"What do you notice boy?"
"You're bigger...than I am... Master."
"How much bigger?"
"A lot Master... I wish I could-"
Sesshomaru slapped him hard. "I didn't ask what you wanted, I asked how much boy. Do not say more than you need to, and don't say any less."
Miroku gasped out, nodding. He reached to his face, clutching his sore cheek. "I'm sorry Master," he whimpered.
Sesshomaru lifted his hips then moved up a little so that his chest was eye level with Miroku's eyes. "Touch me boy."
Miroku did as asked, and lifted his hands, they were still shaking from the nervousness of being slapped again. He touched the demons chest, and slowly moved his hands down Sesshomaru's tight stomach. His abs were tight and hard, yet soft at the touch. He stopped at Sesshomaru's lower stomach, not sure if he was suppose to go that far.
"M-master?"
"Stop there... you will be able to touch me more if you are good."
"I want to please you Master... whatever I have to do... I will please you."
Sesshomaru found absolute glee in this, though he wouldn't show it. Miroku was acting like a young boy being scolded, but longing to please. He wanted nothing more than to have Miroku offer himself completely to him, and that would be a little bit later. The monk may let him take him, but Sesshomaru wanted Miroku to want him to take him. To beg for him to take him. He would get miroku at that state, he promised. Sesshomaru licked his lips, then, in the next second, his fangs were long and pointed, a venom dripping from them. Sesshomaru growled and pinned Miroku down. Miroku wasn't sure why he was being pinned down, and he didn't understand until Sesshomaru bit him. When the demon's fangs sank into him, he forgot about everything. The only thing he could feel was the hot fire pain that shot through his veins. It felt like he was being set in a fire, with his flesh peeled. Miroku screamed out, tears streaming down his eyes. He felt his whole body shake violently. Sesshomaru's weight the only thing keeping him still. Sesshomaru moved away in a second, licking the blood from his fangs. It would be enough to hurt Miroku, to put some of his scent inside of Miroku's body, and permanently mark him as his. The monk was lucky Sesshomaru didn't remain a few seconds longer, death would be his fate if the demon had. Sesshomaru knew this, for he had marked Jaken... of course in a less sexual way. Rin hadn't been marked yet, because in truth, Sesshomaru didn't want to mark her. She was more of a daughter than property. The demon waited for the venom to seep through the monks body. Miroku sobbed, and when the pain died, he closed his eyes tight, trying to stop his choking sobs. Sesshomaru stood up and redressed. All sexual desire was gone from him. He was anxious to return to the hut and gather Rin and his two headed Dragon. He wanted to travel westward, to his castle. Miroku stood, his left arm limp from the bite on his collar bone. He groaned and clutched his arm, a pulse still sounding through his body. "Nngg... it hurts Master..."
"It will keep hurting if you touch it."
Miroku whimpered and dropped his hand. He looked at his clothes, not sure if he was okay to dress. "May I dress Master?"
"No." Sesshomaru walked from the forest, heading back towards the hut. The monk fell to his knees. He looked around, his eyes blurring with tears. This was humiliating. He swallowed, not knowing what to do. He didn't want to fallow him anywhere naked, for fear of being seen. And it was also deathly cold. He lowered his head, staring at the ground, his tears falling in droplets, leaving small spots. He shivered, and continued, the wind picking up.
Sesshomaru snarled loudly, "Boy!" He was a good fifty feet away, and couldn't be seen, but his voice was as clear as if he was standing right in front of him. The demon was standing, his legs partly separated, his hands dropped to his side. His moko was shivering against the wind, keeping it's master warm. Sessomaru reached up and stroked the fur, calming it's antsy behavior.
Miroku yelped, staggering to his feet and running after him, afraid if he kept him waiting another second he would be punished severely... and not in a pleasureful way. He clutched himself, sprinting toward him. When he caught up with him, he kept his head down, his posture hunched. He felt at a loss, wanting to obey but feeling inadequate. Sesshomaru was so perfect.
Sesshomaru picked Miroku up, and moko quickly wrapped itself around the monk. Sesshomaru didn't scold the fur that seemed to have a mind of it's own. Sesshomaru carried the monk to the hut and set him down gently, snarling when moko didn't let go. It quickly released and moved back around Sesshomaru, curling around his waist and over his shoulder. Sesshomaru pet the light tan fur and stroked it as if it was a cat. He then moved to the door, waiting for Rin. "Speak boy, why did you not come after me?" he questioned, no emotion in his voice, save the small hint of curiosity.
Miroku stared down at the ground, staying low. "I... Master, I was ashamed of being naked," he whispered. He didn't really like being naked. His skin was white, save his nose and extremities, which blushed red with cold. He still shivered, wrapping his arms around his legs, which were pulled to his chest.
"You will not fear being naked, boy. You will take pride in what pleases me... seeing you naked pleases me boy." Sesshomaru kept his eyes forward, looking over the hills. His posture was that of a king, his head and body tall. His back perfectly straight. It almost looked painful, but he seemed to do it with ease. Sesshomaru breathed in, his chest expanding, then let out a smooth breath. His fangs were still visible.
Miroku looked up at him humbly, his eyes looking over his body, staring at his chest. His eyes were caught, and he couldn't look away. It was difficult for him to think about anything other than him on top of him, that hot chest, dripping with sweat, hovering above his own as he was arched his back. He started to get a little hard thinking about it, the cold shrinking to a minuscule factor.
Sesshomaru felt Miroku's eyes on him. He turned his head to him and looked down at the boy. "Boy... I promised you a new name. You will be slave. It's a step up from boy. Now, in turn, you will call me father. I don't think of you as a son, but you will learn to respect me as your master, and eventually your god." Sesshomaru turned towards the monk. "Crawl to me, and present yourself in a manner that a slave would to his master."
The monk moved onto his hands and knees once more, his head down again. He crawled toward him, stopping in front of him and moving back onto his back, spreading his legs and moving his wrists up above his head again. He looked up at him, submittance and want in his eyes. He tilted his head to the side, gazing up at him. "Like this, Father?"
Sesshomaru inhaled, the monks scent made his cock twitch. He closed his eyes for a moment, drinking in the smell of his slave. "Yes...slave, that pleases father very much." Sesshomaru moved swiftly next to Miroku, the monk would have only seen a flash, and crouched next to him. The demon was testing his slave, making sure that the monk was one he would want to keep alive. Sesshomaru would stop testing him once Rin arrived. He, however, would keep Miroku naked. "Slave...you will have to earn your clothes back. I will have you do four requests, if you do them properly you will earn clothing. If you understand," Sesshomaru stood up. "Kiss my feet."
Miroku moved around, not rising very much, keeping low. He placed his lips against the tops of his shoes. He closed his eyes, rubbing his cheek against his feet, then moving back, kneeling, his head down still. "Does this please you, Father?" he asked.
Sesshomaru nodded, reaching down, rubbing Miroku's hair. "Yes slave, this pleases me... now... for your first task, I want you to go to your friends, and tell them that you are not interested in being saved. I also want you to tell them that you are my property. You belong to me. Do not accept anything from them, and you will not touch them. Alright? Go."
"Yes, Master-"
Sesshomaru quickly pinned the monk against the ground, backhanding him hard. The demon pressed his thumb hard against the wound he had made earlier, which would make the wound burn like it had before. He wasn't going to tell Miroku what he had done wrong, and if Miroku didn't correct himself, he would repeat this action.
"I MEAN FATHER!!" he cried, his eyes tearing instantly. "P-PLEASE!" he sobbed. He closed his eyes, going limp, his legs spread once more, his head tilted back in absolute submission.
Sesshomaru moved, standing within a second. The demon stood there, his eyes fixed on the monk. "Next time, I will not be easy on you. You will be required to beg until I see fit. I will not tolerate you forgetting who I am. Do you understand?" His voice was harsh, and scolding. "Now go," he growled, his chest bellowing.
Miroku stumbled, on his feet in an instant and darting off. He ran toward where he knew Inuyasha and the group would be camping out. He ran for a couple of minutes, his chest burning, but he didn't dare stop, not wanting to keep his father waiting. He ran up to the fireside, looking around. "Inuyasha?" he called, looking around. "Kagome? Songo? Shippo?" The little fox was asleep on a tree branch above the fire, not stirring at his calls.
Inuyasha jumped behind miroku within a second. The top of his kimono was off of him and he quickly wrapped it around Miroku moving him to the fire in an instant. "Miroku... gods did you run away?" Inuasha quickly pulled tetseiga out and turned, looking, and waiting for Sesshomaru to come running after the monk. "SHIPPO! wake your happy ass up you damn bastard!"
"Wah...? WAAH-NO!" The little fox demon had sat up, but in turn lost his balance and tumbled backward out of the tree, landing on his head. "Oww.... Miroku! You're here!"
The monk turned, stepping away from them, taking off the shirt top and giving it back to Inuyasha.
"Please... I... i can't touch you. Don't touch me." He looked down at the ground. "I... I came to tell you... that you should give up and go back to the village. I... no longer want to be saved. I am Sesshomaru's now. He is my master." He tilted his head to the side, showing the the bite marks.
Inuyasha stepped closer, sniffing him. His eyes filled with rage. Inuyasha stabbed the ground with his sword. He snarled at the air. "Excuse me? Sesshomaru? My fuck head of a brother claimed you! I'll kill him! I'll run him through with my sword! Shippo stay here!" he snarled loudly. Inuyasha turned his head towards the direction of where Sesshomaru would be with the hut. "Miroku," Inuyasha turned towards the monk. "Please... please tell me you don't want to be with him... Miroku... look me in the eyes and tell me that you want to be with him... please..."
The monk raised his dulled eyes to meet Inuyasha's. "I am his, Inuyasha. He is my master, and I, his slave. Please, just go. Don't go after him, don't try anymore. I... want him," he stated softly, his eyes getting a little brighter. "I am his," he repeated, covering his private area with his hands. He took another step back. "Now, leave in the morning, alright?" Shippo stared at him in awe. What was Miroku doing?


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